I Lite’s opening voyage, Lord, I hott didst safely keep
! O’er childhoods sheltered bays;
| As now the tides of age around me creep,
' Protect my shortening days.
i
I Thou didst defend my youth when sped my hark
1 i hit t > w ird the i ipen sea;
| A> I approach the shore, unknown and dark-,
[ Still guard and care for me.
! Becalmed by idle winds «*:i placid seas,
| Thy vigil did not cease;
! Now tempests heat, and when 1 shrink from these.
J Impart uplifting peace.
» When Joy. bright winged, poised lightly on the prow
| Thou gently didst restrain ;
| Though Sorrow often voyages with me now,
j My troubled soul sustain.
[ When many ships were nigh and skies were bright,
i I knew l'liy presence sweet;
[ As one by one they vanished in the night,
! Draw near me, 1 entreat.
| Lor I Thou Inst been companion, friend and guide
i O’er life’s unresting sea ;
| When Death, the gentle Pilot, stands beside,
! Oh, make the port with me!
—Francis E. Pope.
A Dangerous Discovery.
BY JOHN GASTON.
(Copyright, 1901, by Dally Story Pub. Co.)
It all came about because I was too
inquisitive—and too honest. I was em
ployeil m the counting room of Lemuel
Hipiev, the wealthy broker. A very
euci'pssful man was Lemuel Ripley.
His signature was good for fabulous
sums and the ‘‘street’’ shook when he
went in to influence the market. He
used his wealth well au 1 was a shin
ing pillar of the church while every
appeal for purposes of charity or civic
reform found his ears open aud his
cheek-book at hand'
I had been in lus employ for some
five years and had acquired a very re
sponsible position when one day I ran
against i most peculiar thing iu the
books. Of Itself it was not of great
significance but it suggested that the
books had been tampered with. The
discovery frightened me as I had had
charge of the books and 1 resolved to
inv jstigate. The further 1 delved the
more puzzling the matter became—
and the amount involved rose to fig
ures which made me gasp.
i found that customers of the house
had been cheated out of hundreds of
thousands of dollars but try as I would
I could not see how anybody hail
profited by it. I decided to take it to
Mr. Ripley.
"Ah yes, you have discovered that
series of errors, have you?" he re
sponded blandly. "They gave me the
most serious annoyance and 1 spent
many nights over the books straight
ening the affair out. You are vigilant,
Charles. I am more tiian pleased that
you fouud this matter because it gives
me confidence that I can depend on
you Have you discussed the matter
with auy of the other clerks?”
I hastened to teli him that I had
spoken of the matter to no living be
ing.
“Quite right, quite right." he re
plied "It has all been straightened
nut but it would be unwise to have
it be talked about By the way,
Chares. I have been watching your
work with a great deal of interest aud
1 have come to the conclusion that
you are worth more to the house than
I am paying you. Hereafter you will
draw a hundred dollars a mouth more
than you have been getting.”
Oil, fool that 1 was not to see the
whole thing then w’.ieu he nearly
doubled my salary. If 1 had kuown
anything atiout the world 1 should
have seen through the schema. Iu
“You are vigilant, Charles."
stead I leaped to my feet with extrav
agant exclamations of gratitude.
I thought of one entry in the books
that might give a clew to the errors
which had so puzzled me and I went
to the oitice after dinner that night
to make one more trial to clear up the
mysiery. Sure enough the entry did
give me a clew and following it up I
received a shock that nearly took away
my senses. There was the evidence
in black and white that Ripley him
self hail tampered with the books and
had literally robbed his customers of
great fortunes. While sitting stupe
fied at the discovery a key turned in
the door and in walked Mr. Ripley,
dancing at the open books he saw
what I had found.
“Still at work Charles? I desire to
use the books tonight. You nepil not
wait. I will see that they are put
away.”
All the next (lay I thought it over
ns I fumbled through my work. Rip
ley called me into his office and asked
me a lot of questions about the errors
in the presence of other employes.
There were discussions going on in his
private room. In the afternoon a
deputy sheriff appeared and to my sur
prise said that I was wanted at the
court house.
What was my horror when I found
I was called before the court to have
my sanity inquired into? Ripley was
there as was his manager and several
employes of the house. Ripley went
i
"Ob, uncle, don’t!”
or the stand and testified that I was
unquestionably insane.
1 saw through the whole affair in a
minute. I was to be buried alive in a
mad house. Ail* the clerks followed
Ripley’s lead and each spoke of my
particular delusion to the effect that
Mr. Ripley s books had been tam
pered with, in despair and anger I
told the story of Ripley's guilt. In a
moment I saw my fatal mistake. The
face of the judge showed that he was
convinced that I was mad. How could
he think otherwise when it is consid
ered what Mr. Ripley's reputation was?
The result of it all was that I was de
clared insaue and ordered confined in
an aslyum. Ripley wiping his eyes us
in the deepest grief offered to pay my
expenses in a private institution where
1 might be “better cared for." I cried
out against it raved and begged not
to be put in Ripley’s power but this
was thought to be a part of iny delu
sion.
Words cannot portray the horrors of
that asylum. It was one of those dens
run by the most brutal and unscrupu
lous of men. On the way I was drug
ged and when 1 came to my senses I
was in irons. My head ached and’I
was nearly maddened at the hopeless
ness of my position. 1 cried out and
beat the bars hopelessly in my im
potent rage. A keeper came in pres
ently and I demanded fiercely to be
freed. He knocked me down and
kicked me with his heavy boots. 1
will not describe the days that fol
lowed. The tale would be too grue
some.
One d ly 1 was taken to the office and
informed that I was to help carry coal
to the cellar. I had given up all hope
and sincerely courted death.
“Not u stroke of work will I do for
you,’’ I replied. “Not a stroke.”
“Oh you won't," replied the super
intendent with menace In his voice.
“1 guess we’ll find a way to make ye
better-natured.”
“Do your worst,” I cried throwing
my head hack, my eyes blazing with
anger. "You know that 1 am uo more
insane than you are. You know why
I am here. You know what my fate
is to be and it can't come too quick.”
As 1 began this speech the door
opened and there came into the room
the fairest vision of loveliness I had
ever seen. A young girl lu the flower
of womanhood, with eyes like stars,
and a perfection of feature, form and
carriage that was only marred by an
expression of unutterable sadness. She
paused and glanced at me and when
1 had finished, said:
“Oh. uncle, don't. Haven’t we had
suffering and misery enough here?”
“Get out and stay out." replied th*
superintendent. *Y can run this place
without any advice from a beggar.”
Flushing deep'/ the girl turned to
me with a pleading look:
“Please, please do as he says; for
my sake. I can’t stand any more of
these horrors.”
“1 will,” 1 responded, “for your
sake.”
With a look of gratitude she turned
and left the room. I carried coal all
day under the oaths and blows of two
brutal keepers.
That night as I lay exhausted and
suffering, but thinking all the time of
the fair young girl with the sad face
and wondering how it would look if
the owner were happy, the door of my
cell opened, there wfas a swish of gar
ments and I struggled to my feet to
see the angel of my vision.
“Not a word.” she whispered. “It
is worth your life and mine.”
“When the clock strikes one," she
whispered, “open your door, turn to
the right and you will find the window
at the end of the corridor open. You
must drop twenty feet and climb the
wall. Tlie keeper is drunk. Unde is
going away at half past eleven. I will
unlock tlie door." She unfastened the
irons on my hands and feet and in an
instant she was gone.
The next morning at 0 o'clock I
stood before the man most wronged by
Ripley in the affair of the doctored
books.- My terrible earnestness per
suaded him to investigate. Within two
weeks the newspapers were filled with
details of the terrible scandal and of
the downfall of Lemuel Ripley, who
now occupied a cell in the county jail
awaiting trial on a criminal charge.
This is tlie end of my story. I might
go on and tell of how the people
who received their money made
me most handsome payment for my
services and how I secured a fine
! position; and, I might even tell how
I I braved the lion in his den and in
! sisted on carry'ng away the girl who
! had saved me. from thut horrible asy
lum, but my wife says that is a matter
which concerns only two.
_
COREAN GIRLS.
ISut Little Pleasure Enters Into Their
Monotonous Lives.
Marriage does not bring happiness
to girls in Corea any more than to
those in other parts of the far east
When young a girl is allowed a free
dom which is denied her later, and it is
not till she attains the dignity of being |
a mother-in-law that she begins to en- I
joy life again.
The daughter of a Corean house is
of little consequence, while a sou is of
great importance, and ltis advent into
the family circle is always welcomed
with joy. When very young the boys
and girls play together, but when they
reach the age of eight or ten a great
distinction is made. In the families of
wealth, where none of the women of
the family are obliged to do any of the
housework or toll in the fields, the
daughters are secluded in the part of
the house reserved for the women, into
which no men are allowed to enter.
Their brothers dwell in the men’s
apartments, where they are free to do
what they please.
Education in Corea is provided to a
I certain extent for the boys and young
| men, but it is almost an unheard-of
thing for a girl to lie allowed to learn
anything outside of the purely domes
tic. accomplishments. The girl is a
mere chattel; site is not even consider
ed a unit of society. As an illustration I
j of how far this idea is carried it is in
teresting to note that the girl has lit
erally no name. When she is a mere
child a surname is given to her for
convenience, but when she marries she
gives it up and merges her identity in
i that of her husband. Her parents call ,
her by the ward or district in which j
she contracted her marriage; her par- i
ents-in-law call her by the name of the
village from which she has come. Eater •
on. when she has children, she is nam
ed the “Mother of So and So.”
Tamper »nr« fn QIaikoit.
Devotion to teemperance impresses
the visitor more forcibly than any 1
other feature of Glasgow life except,
perhaps, its capacity for whisky. The
strictest regard for the great cause
animates the authorities in all their
dealings with public affairs. Everj'
bailie, every magistrate is a temper
anee advocate, and needs to be to pre
serve the esteem of his fellow citizens.
For every citizen is a convinced and
sincere upholder of the temperance
cause. No matter how many whiskies
he may take in the course of a day, he
never loses faith in his principles. In
deed. he seems to find that his tem
perance principlesarestrengthened and
his exposition of them facilitated by
the consistent use of whisky. The fact
seems to be that in Glasgow to drink
whisky is not to indulge In strong
drink. The Scotch are a hardy,
healthy and vigorous race, and to them
the national drink is not a liquor; it is
merely a liquid. They take it just as
they breathe the bracing air. as one of
the ordinary conditions of existence.
Daily Kwrcl»a of Strength.
Karon Pierre de Goubertin, chairman
i of the international Olympian commit
tee, without previous training, succes
fully spent six hours out of eight in
sport. This he did by going through
: one hour’s riding, one hour's rowing,
; spending an hour in cycling, another
1 in playing lawn tennis, an hour in rid
i ing a motor-cycle ad four bouts of fif
teen minutes each with the sword, the
foil, the saber and the boxing gloves.
The baron maintains that any man
who keeps up daily exercise in
like manner be ready at any time to
i obey the most exacting call for phys
, leal endurance.—Paris Letter.
I
Good humor is the blue sky in which
the stars of talent brightly shine.
®f iai 2
Col. W. F. Cody (Buffalo Bill! is. as
a general rule, rather economical in
the matter of giving interviews to the
public press, but while in Boston with
his great educational exhibition the
other day he was induced to say a
few words about himself and the de
velopment of the great West which
will be of interest to readers gener
ally. Speaking of his early life he said:
"There were a heap of occupations
for boys in those days, and I guess I
tackled ’em all; driving loose cattle
behind a bull train, carrying dispatch
es for freighting outfits, following and
going with trappers for furs on differ
ent streams. That's how I learned to
know the Indian—by going with trad
ers who trade with ’em for furs. \\ hen
I was along in my teens 1 was per
fectly familiar with all the country
from the Canadian river in the south
to the Yellowstone of the north, and
the lands between the Rocky moun
tains and the Missouri river. I became
thoroughly acquainted with the In
dians. knew their favorite haunts, their
camps and their bad lands."
“What was the real cause of the first
Indian uprising?"
"It was the effect of tlie bad exam
ple set them by the white men. Dur
ing the war of the rebellion the In
dian heard that the white men were
killing each other off. They kept
hearing about it for two years, until
all the tribes were talking about the
gradual extinction of the white man,
who had wonderful guns and ammu
nition. At last they held a grand
meeting which led to a general up
rising. They obtained modern guns
and armed themselves like the white
men, and it was their Impression that
they could sweep across the continent
clear through to the 'great river,’ the
Atlantic, and recapture their country
from the whites."
The material for western romance
began at this time with a vengeance,
and followed the dramatic flavor that
literature had gained from the sor
rows of the civil war. The United
States government is not a romantic
organization, however, and as soon as
peace was declared in Washington be
tween the North and the South, the
entire forces of the regular army were
hurried out to the frontier, command
Sheridan. Ham-o-jk^Cufur. Carr. Miles.
Crook; AugurT Jprd'. lfazen. Emery,
Duncan. Forsythe. King. Reynolds,
Terry. Penrose. Palmer. Gibbon, Can
bv. Henry, Whistler, Crosby, Greely,
Sudley, Mills. Hayes, Schwitzer and
many others. Most of these officers
were totally unfamiliar with the
plains, and then came into existence
the man of whom ‘‘Bill" Cody is an
ideal representative—the scout.
‘‘You see, when these army fellows
came out our way,” continued Gol.
Cody, "the question was. Who could
they find to act as guides and scouts?
The miners were inefficient: they
didn’t tell much about the hiding
places of the Indians, so they began to
look around for fellows like me. who
had been raised out there. When
Gen. Sherman came West in ’65 and
’66 to make his great treaty with the
Kiowa and the Comanche Indians. I
was first employed as a scout and dis
patch carrier. Well, he soon found
that I knew the country better than
any man in his command, and he
made me bis guide. I felt considerable
pride in my responsibilty, too, for I
was pretty young to have an old army
veteran like Sherman leaning on
me." He paused.
How yougg? 1 asked.
"Nineteen!” he said, emphatically,
and in two years—that is. in ’68—when
Sherman took command of the field,
he made me chief of scouts and guide
of the t'nited States army.”
"Scouting was a trade?” I asked.
“It’s a gift. The Indian is the nat
ural scout, and lie'll keep a white man
hustling, with all his clothes on, and
no sleep either to beat him.”
"The scout knew his game?”
"Yes, sir, as well as the Indian could
hunt his. A scout had to have eyes,
ears and brain working overtime when
he was on the trail, I can tell you.”
“You followed the tracks of the In
dian ponies?”
"Tracks, nothing’” said "Bill” con
temptuously. "That’s no sawdust
country out there; it's ail grass. You
couldn't see a hoof print. I've fol
lowed a single horse tile by w'atehing
the grass and noticing how it was
broken. I could tell the way the grass
broke if the Indians were traveling
fast or slow, horses packed heavy or
light, ridden by Indians or running
loose. The manner in which a moc
casin shaped its tread on the prairie
would tell me what tribe our enemy
belonged to, and by their camp em
bers whether it was a party on the
warpath or peaceful Indians. Nothing
made an army man so sore as to have
a guide make a dry camp at night, so
that a scout had to be conversant with
the country and reach water when
nightfall came.
The subjection of the Indians was
one of the toughest propositions to
face. In 1877 the Pine Ridge trouble
broke out. The Indians expected theii
Messiah, who was to liberate them
from captivity. The suppression of
this uprising fell to the lot of Gen.
Miles, and he fought, as he always
does when in command, with his head.
He put down the ghost dance without
the loss of hardly a life on either side,
and in all iny service as a scout I
never saw finer generalship than his
at Pine Ridge.
“Even In the thick of the Indian
fighting it w’as impossible for a man
to escape seeing the great possibilities
of those arid states, but it took a pro
fessor to convince me of the chances
of civilizing that country. I was sta
tioned at Fort McPherson, Neb., Gen.
Sheridan, in command of the Missouri
division. The general came to me one
day and instructed me to act as guide
for Prof. O. C. Marsh and 23 Yale
students who wanted to go through the
‘Bad Lands’ on a fossil expedition.
Well! I got kinder jealous of that pro
fessor. He was always talkin’ a whole
lot of stuff about that country that I'd
never heard before. He said that the
Great Big Horn basin was formed by
the passage of a big snake that had
finally cut its way through the Big
Horn canyon. He went in to tell why
there should be in this basin the finest
soil in the world: that there must be
great mineral deposits there, probably |
sea gold. I said to him then that 1
guess he thought he knew more about
that country than I did, and told him
he'd better go it alone. Well, sir, the i
old fossil hunter was right. Twenty 1
gtiishes.. What is the origin of Dix
ie's Land or Dixie I^and, or Dixie? On,
on, it goes. I believe it was right
here on Manhattan Island, and that
the fellow who wrote about it being
a "land of cotton, ’simmon seed, and
sandy bottom” was a chump. Old Man
Dixie was a slaveholder on Manhattan
Island, who removed his slaves to the
Southern states, where they had to
work harder and fare worse; so they
were always sighing for their old
home, which they called "Dixie Land.”
The “nigger” imagination soon ad
vanced this island into a sort of De
lectable Country, or Land of Beulah.
—New York Press.
Odd Oklahoma •Jaatlce*
If one wants to find an extraordinary
brand of justice he must go to Okla
homa or some other region known in
general parlance as the bounding
west. At Alva a man was arrested
for stealing two hogs, which he hauled
to Waukomis and sold for $20.50. The
law defines grand larceny as the steal
ing of something of more value than
$20, and petit larceny as the stealing
of something of less value than thi3
sum. The question In the hog case
was whether it was grand or petty
larceny. The lawyer for the prisoner
argued that while the hogs had been
sold for more than $20, the prisoner
was entitled to a credit of $1 for haul
ing them to market, which would re
duce their value to less than $20 and
/
Buffalo '
BlLt '
COL. CODY AS^IE APPEARS TODAY.—From a Skotoh by Goodman.
years later a party of prospectors dis
covered gold, campers had seen the
color of It and hurried out there to
locate claims.”
“And what did they find?”
“Millions of acres of grazing land,
the sides of the canyons covered with
timber, all kinds of building stone,
marble, granite, sandstone, gypsum.
They found they could raise cereals
as good as any In Indiana or elsewhere.
They had discovered a national park.
Why, in my town of Cody, within a
few miles are seven different kinds of
natural water geysers, hot, cold, boil
ing, freezing, any old style you want.
Starting life in the West at its most
thrilling period, Col. Cody has semi
the buffaloes pass away, the Indian
subdued, the cowboy farmed out, the
settlers crowding in. He has been of
active service to the United States
government in all these years; hut the
most American thing that this typical
American has done is to build a town
in the shadow of the canyons and bap
tize it with his own name.—Boston
Daily Herald.
Dixie'* I.and Again.
| The familiar controversy never lan
the crime of his client to petty larceny.
And the court so found.
Hiding the Sea Horae.
A fpw ocean travelers are now en
joying the novel sport of riding the
sea horse." This "sea horse" is not
the marine animal which zoologists
know by that name. It is an electric
al contrivance in the gymnasium out
fit aboard the new cruising yacht Prin
zessin Victoria Luise of the Hamburg
American line. A gymnasium itself
is an unusual enough institution
aboard ship. One of the appliances
affords all the varieties of horseback
exercise, a conventional saddle, stir
rups and other accessories being pro
vided. and with them suitable adjust
ing mechanism, so that the whole out
fit can he given more or less violent
vertical and slightly horizontal recip
rocating movement through a system
of cams and connecting rods, simulat
ing very closely the motion of the
animal in life.
Happiness is Increased, not by the
enlargehent of the possessions, but of
the heart.—Ruakiu.
