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SYLVANUS
COBB, JR.
Copyrighted 1891 by Robert Bonner’* Son*.
CHAPTER VII.—(Continued.)
When tlie princess was alone, she
trembled beneath the weight of the
new thought that had been wrought
upon her. Flight was something that
had not made its way to her mind be
fore, but now that it had been present
ed, she could not dismiss it. She had
revealed her whole feeling, so far as
the king was concerned, in her speech
to Albia. There may have been other
springs within her soul which she did
not then dare to touch; but in her own
soul, unsupported and uninfluenced by
other causes than such as spring from
reason and reflection, had grown a fear
of Horam, and a terror of being his
wife. She had dreamed of poor Helena
until the dead queen seemed almost
an attendant spirit upon her, sent to
warn her. The night passed, and the
day came; and she tiad resolved that
she would not marry with the old king
if she could avoid it. When Albia
came, and asked her what she had de
termined, such was the purport of her
answer.
’But,” said the bondmaiden, “there
Is but one way in which the sacrifice
can be avoided. Are you ready to
flee?”
“Not yet—not yet, Albia. Wait
through the day.”
In tho afternoon the king made a
visit to the house of his prime minis
ter and spent a short time with Ulin.
He never looked more repulsive. He
was loud in his words of love, and
made the announcement that fortune
had turned full in his favor. It was
evident enough that he had been tak
ing more wine than usual. When he
went away, Ulin sank down upon a
low stool, and buried her face in her
hands.
“Albia," she said, when she felt like
speaking, “I can bear no more. T would
rather die than give myself to that
man. If I should die, my father would
lose me; but if I flee from Damascus,
I may at some time return to him. If
you can prepare for leaving the city, I
will accompany you this very night.”
The bondmaiden promised that she
would do all in her power; and without
waiting to waste time in useless words,
she went forth to search for the help
she needed.
Evening came, and Ulin had not
shrunk back from the decision she
had made. There were two reasons
why her home had not power to win
her back from her resolve. The death
of her mother had taken away the
brightest "part of that home; and, fur
thermore, its character of home was
soon to be changed if she remained.
It could not be her hofne any more.
CHAPTER VIII.
Hobaddan.
Thus sat the princess, presenting
herself with every available reason
that could favor her in her resolution,
when Albia came in, with a quick
step and a flushed cheek.
“My mistress,” she said, when she
had assured herself that they were
alone, “there is a man in the garden
who wishes to speak with you.”
“A man!" cried Ulin.
“He says it is a case of life or
death—of life or death to an individ
ual. and of life or death to a city,”
pursued the bondmaiden, without no
ticing the interruption. “He gained
entrance to the garden, and has been
searching for the lady Ulin. He did
not tell me his name; but I know that
he was with the robbers at the Pal
ace of the Valley, and he says he is a
friend of Julian. If you will see him
now, I can conduct him up without
danger of discovery.”
“In mercy's name, Albia, what mean
you?” The princess trembled like an
aspen. “What can he want with me?”
”1 think he is an honest man, my
lady; and I think you had better see
him. I only speak my own feelings.”
“Does he say that Julian sent him?”
asked Ulin, trembling more violently
as that name fell from her lips.
“Julian did not send him,” replied
Albia; “and yet he comes in behalf of
Julian. I think the noble young chief
tain is in danger, and this man hopps
that you may be able to render some
assistance.”
“Indeed, Albia, I must not do such
a thing. It would not be proper. I
must not do It. What Is the robber
chieftain to me?”
“I know not of a verity, my lady,
that such is the man's hope; but I do
know that he prays most earnestly to
see you. Yet, if you will not see him.
I will carry to him your word.”
“What will he do if I refuse?”
“He will go away, and trouble you
no more.”
"Are you sure of this, Albia?’
“I am, my lady. He bade me say
unto you that you should act your own
pleasure. He urges no claim, and will
take no offense at refusal, but he
prayerfully asks that you will grant
him audience.”
The princess was not proof against
the spirit which prompted to the re
ception of the robber. It was not
wholly curiosity which moved her.
There were feelings working within
her which she could not have ex
plained, even to herself. She told Al
bia that she might conduct the man
to her apartment.
“You will come with him. Albia;
and you will remain with me while he
Is hiere.”
The bondmaiden went away, and ere
long returned, followed by a tall.
•tout, middle-aged man. As the rays
of the lamp fell upon his face, reveal
ing features that were far above the
average in their stamp of manhood.
Ulin recognized him as one whom she
had seen with Julian in the Valley of
Lycanius. He bowed very low as he
entered, and when he saw how the
maiden was affected by his presence,
he proceeded at once to open his busi
ness.
“Noble lady,’* he said, in a tone
which might at once have banished all
fear from the minds of his listeners,
"I have come to you upon a most
strange business, and T will use as few
words as possible in presenting it to
you. My young master is in danger.”
“Do you speak of Julian?” asked the
princess, with a slight start.
“Yes, my lady,” replied the man.
standing respectfully before her, with
his cap in his hand.
“My name is Hobaddan, and I am
Julian’s lieutenant. I have been with
him from the period of his earliest
childhood. Since he was large enough
to lift a lance, I have been his friend
and companion. He was given into
my care during his opening youth;
and when he reached the estate of
manhood I was content to serve him.
I love him as a brother—aye, better
than most brothers love. I love him
tenderly and devotedly. And all his
followers love him. A thousand stout
men love and worship him.”
What did all this mean? Why had
Hobaddan come to tell her this? Ulin
trembled, knowing not wherefore, and
gazed anxiously into the speaker's
face.
“Lady,” pursued the lieutenant, who
had stopped a moment, as though he
would assure himself that his lan
guage gave no offense, "my master is
in danger. He is in the hands of his
deadliest enemy. He is in this city
cast into a dark, deep dungeon, and
Horam means to kill him!”
Ulin turned pale as death, and
clasped her hands upon her bosom.
Her look signified that she would ask
how it happened.
“I will explain,” continued Hobad
dan, “how this misfortune befell my
chieftain. Have you ever seen an
Israelite named Judah?”
"I know him well,” said Albia. “He
is the king's slave.”
“And two black men, named Osmir
and Selim?”
“I know them also,” answered the
bondmaiden.
“They came to our camp,” said Ho
baddan, “and told so fair a story that
they were admitted to fellowship, and
the blacks were placed as servants
near the person of our chieftain. But
the result proved that they were sent
out by Horam, and that their mission
was to capture the Scourge of Damas
cus. And this work they have accom
plished How they did it I cannot tell.
I only know that we missed our leader,
and that the three conspirators were
missing with him. I came at once to
this city, and have succeeded in dis
covering what 1 have told you. Julian
is in prison, and of course the fate of
death awaits him.”
“But sir, said Ulin. struggling to
speak calmly, “what can this mean to
me?”
“Noble lady, I know that the
thought of seeking you was- a wild
one; and perhaps you will say it was
monstrous; but I could think of no
other course. I know that your father
was prime minister; and that you
were in a position to wield some in
fluence. There is not an officer in
Damascus to whom I would dare to
apply. Is there not some way in
which you can help me?”
“How, sir? Help you in what?”
“In setting my young master free.”
“Indeed, sir. you have taken a step
most wild. How should I, the daugh
ter of Aboul C’assem, dare to step in
between justice and its victim?”
“Ah, lady,” returned the lieutenant,
“some of us think that others higher
than Julian owe more to justice than
does he.”
“Still, sir,” pursued Ulin, "it is most
absurd to think that I could help you
i in this.”
Did Ulin appear like one offended?
No. Did she treat the name of Julian
as though she deemed him worthy of
the fate which threatened him? No.
She seemed rather to be struggling to
put away some feeling of a very dif
ferent character. The lieutenant evi
dently read her nature, for he pro
ceeded earnestly:
"Do not misunderstand me, lady.
Were the work simply to set Julian
free, I should not have visited you.
The work I would give into your hands
is the salvation of Damascus. If our
master is slain by the king, this city
must suffer terribly. The vengeance of
those who love the chieftain will be
dreadful. If Julian falls beneath the
sword of the king’s executioner, his
followers will draw more blood from
the life of this people than Polypses
drew when he ravaged the city of the
northern plain. To save all this, no
ble princess, can you not help me? Is
there not some way in w’hich you can
remove the bolt from the door of the
chieftain's prison-house?”
lTlin was trembling more violently
than before.
"O, sir,” she cried, giving full scope
now to her feelings, "you find me
powerless to help you. I have not
the influence which you ascribe to me.
If I had the power, I would not hesi
tate If I were the jailer, and held
the keys of the prison door, I would
set your master free; but, alas! I am
more weak than you imagine. I am
more like a prlsoef- than like a prin
cess!"
A? this juncture the bondroaideB
aro*.e from her seat and moved for
ward. Her dark eyes sparkled with
peculiar fire, and her fair brow worked
ac though the bain were revolving
mighty thoughts.
“Dear lady,” she said, addressing
her mistress, “there is but one way in
which we can render the assurance
which this man seeks.”
“Speak, Albia.” said Plin. betraying
a suddenness of emotion which told
very plainly how her desire ran.
“Not now. my mistress.” returned
the girl. “I must have time: If this
man can come to our garden two hours
past midnight, I can tell him more.
“Is there help?” asked Hobaddan,
eagerly.
“I cannot tell you now,” replied Al
bia. “I can only tell you this! If
there is help, it is to be found only
in one quarter. I will look for It
there; and, at the time I have men
tioned, you shall know the result. I
will look for it if my lady is willing."
“And 1 am pardoned for my intru
sion?” said Hobaddan.
“Yes,” returned Ulin. She would
have said more, but Albia was al
ready at the door, and the robber had
turned to follow her.
CHAPTER IX.
The Dark Hour.
"It seemed like a dream to flitt.
She dosed her eyes—and opened them
—and arose—and walked across the
chamber—simply to assure herself
that she was awake. Was It possible
that a member of the robber band had
been to see her—had been within her
chamber—had come, and had gone? A
friend and companion of Julian’s
seeking her for aid in behalf of the
chieftain? She was trying to make
it appear real, when her bondmaiden
returned.
The door was closed, and Albia re
marked, as she took a seat:
"He will be In the garden two hours
past midnight, my lady; and if we
can help him, we must do our work as
speedily as possible.”
"Help.” repeated Ulln. gazing into
her attendant’3 face. "How can we
help Julian?’
"The thing may he possible.” replied
Albia, in a thoughtful mood. "If you
would serve him, I think a way can
be opened to the accomplishment.”
T he princess reflected a few mo
ments. and then said:
"If the man who was here spoke
the truth, it may become my duty to
help him; and certainly his story
seemed plausible. I can very easily
see how the powerful robber band,
moved to desperation by the death of
their beloved leader, might wreak
most terrible vengeance upon this
city; and surely, if we can be the
means of averting so dire a calamity,
it is our duty so to do.”
"I think it is,” added Albia.
“But,'’ continued Ulin, "if Julian is
in the power of the king, he must be
in one of the strongest dungeons: and
a strict guard must be kept over him.
How can we reach him?”
"I can think of but one way,” re
turned the bondmaiden, laying down
the plan with her finger as she pro
ceeded. "Csmir and Selim had a hand
in capturing the young chieftain; and
it is not impossible that they may
have a hand in guarding him. I judge
so from the fact that the capture of
the robber has not yet become gen
erally known in the city, which* would
certainly have been the case if the
king's officers had known it. Now we
have some claim upon the gratitude of
this Osmir, and I think he is, by na
ture, grateful enough to repay us. Ha
is tjhe man whom we found faint and
dying upon the shore of the lake, and
who must have died if we had not
nursed him. You remember the cir
cumstance?”
"He had almost been killed by some
slaves of Aleppo," explained Albia.
(To be continued.)
Even Family Secret*!
The inquisitorial proceedings of in
come-tax collectors in Austria are a
source of great annoyance to self-re
specting citizens. They pry into every
family secret, however delicate. But
now they do even more than that.
They attempt to check the income of
a man by finding out what is sent him
by rail. The inspector of taxes at
Myslenice, in order to give the screw
another turn, has applied to the rail
way managers for permission to send
an official to Makow station for a cer
tain time in order to examine all par
cels sent there or thence, and find out
to whom or from whom they have
been sent. Of course the purpose of
such a demand is clear. Proof is re
quired that certain persons spend
more, and therefore have a greater in
come than they have declared, thus
ignoring the fact (hat a man may pos
sibly live beyond his income. At the
same time it must be confessed that
there is a great difficulty in getting
P'wjple to give truthful declarations.
More Laughton Lean Suicide.
The physiological benefits of laugh
ter can not be overestimated. It
shakes up the diaphragm, sets the
pulses beating to a lively measure,
stimulates the blood corpuscles, en
livens the brain, and sometimes pro
duces dislocation of the jaw when in
dulged In too heartily by a man with
a large mouth. Used with discretion
laughter is as inspiring as a sea
hneeze, as refreshing as an August
shower. Its moral effect Is beyond
computation. It has killed moio ridic
ulous superstitions by its rollicking
roars of unbelief than any other
agency, says the Literary Era. What
can be more derisive than a laugh'
The man who laughs never kills him
self. That is the reason so few Irish
men commit suicide.
I 1
JUBILANT UNCLE SAM
_—
AWFULLY BUSY, EUT FINDS
TIME TO TALK.
Umatly rimmil w*.lh Our Export Trail*
91,500,000,000, Trra«ury llalancp,
9175,000.000 nnit Tmii* IlHUuce of
Muarly *700,003,000.
I found Uncle Sam yesterday deeply
absorbed in a mass of fiscal reports.
The old gentleman fairly beamed as he
;ave me a hearty hand grasp, but
vhen I told him I had come for an
other interview his manner seemed to
lelax a little, I thought.
“I’ll tell you ho* it is, Uncle Sam,”
said I. "The people enjoyed your
Fourth of July talk so much that there
are requests from all over the country
for a small weekly chat. Now you
won’t refuse the people, will you?” I
pleaded.
"No, I won’t exactly refuse," he re
plied; "but, really, I’m awfully busy
all the time. I thought I was busy in
1892, when the McKinley law was in
such perfect order, but it didn't com- !
pare with what this Dingley law is do
ing Why, 1'in breaking the records
all along the line. Just look at this
total of foreign bills of sale—$1,500,
900,000. There ain’t another country
on earth that can show such a total.”
"But,” I remarked, "there seems to
be a falling off in exports of manu
factures.”
"Don’t you worry about that a min
ute,” he replied. "The falling off is in
figures, not in fact. For instance, I
sold nearly $20,000,000 of goods, most
ly manufactures, to Porto Rico and
Hawaii In 1900. Well, I’ve sold them
considerable more this year, and yet
not a dollar's worth appears in the re
ports. Then the war in China has cut
off enough to make up the rest of the
difference between this year and last.
And besides all that, there has been a
reduction in prices; so, really, exports
of manufactures have increased.
"But that ain’t the whole point,
either. I’ve sold fully $2,000,000,000
worth more of manufactures at home
this last year; so don’t worry, my boy,
about an apparent loss of a few mil
lions in foreign sales."
"Does the surplus please you?" I
asked.
It s great, isn’t it? Kept' right up
to the mark and the estimates. And
now I have reduced taxation by $40,
000,000 a year, and my friend John
Bull is taxing his people right and left
and wondering how he is going to foot
the bills. I reckon he looks at my
$240,000,000 of customs receipts a little
enviously; but he is too stubborn to
change his fiscal policy, though I ex
pect to see him putting up the bars
before long.
“Then look at this treasury balance,
$175,000,000, besides the $150,000,000
reserve fund. I'm buying bonds all the
time, too. Quite different from what
my last manager, Cleveland, did when
he ran me into debt to the tune of
about $262,000,000, to say nothing of the
interest on the bonds he sold. I tell
you the people did me a mighty good
turn when they gave me McKinley for
a manager and a Republican Protec
tion Congress to back him up.”
The old gentleman rubbed his hands
gleefully and seemed as jubilant as a
boy in swimming.
“You have not said anything about
the big balance of trade.” I remarked.
“Don't need to; it speaks for itself,”
tersely responded the happy man.
“But,” he added, “I’m prouder of
those figures than I can toll you. It'
isn’t so much the six hundred and
thirty odd millions to my credit, but it
shows that the people are expanding
at home as well as abroad. We are
buying more home-made goods and
getting more and more independent of
the rest of the world every year. We
can afford to buy a few hundred mil
lions’ worth of luxuries abroad, but I
want my people to buy all they can at
home, and I guess they all see the
point.”
And the old gentleman gave me a
merry wink as he went off with his
pockets crammed to overflowing with
coupons. F. C.
TARIFF AND RECIPROCITY.
Second Declaration by tbe Ohio Itepnb
I Ir an Convention.
The declaration of the Ohio Repub
licans In their State convention on the
subject of the tariff and reciprocity has
evidently had a good effect in check
ing the nonsensical agitation in favor
of tariff revision. It is well understood
that the Ohio Republicans represent in
their declaration the convictions of the
President on this subject. Hence,
when they declared that the tariff
schedules to protect American labor
against the low wages paid foreign la
bor “must be maintained," they made
it entirely clear that the President
does not want any tariff revision.
Mr. Hanna put the matter effectively
when he declared that the party "will
not permit an abridgement of the tar
iff that will interfere with the labor of
one man for one day." There could be
no revision, in the sense that word is
generally used, without throwing thou
sands of men out of work, owing to
the uncertainty that would bo created
as to what might be the final outcome.
On the subject of reciprocity the
platform declares in favor of it, only
stipulating that it must be “purely a
reciprocity, not for the sake of encour
aging any nation in closer commercial
relations, with a profit on one side."
Reciprocity, in the sense the word is
used in the Republican national plat
form, which is the guide to the party,
means the admission into this country
at low rates of duty, or without any
duty, of products that we do not pro
duce in this country in return for slm
liar favors from the nation with
whirh the treaty is negotiated. It does
not mean cutting down the tariff to
a dangerous extent on any industry
established in tiiis country by the pro
tective tarifT. which course might
throw many men out of employment,
to help some other industry.
There is nothing inconsistent, as the
Ohio platform shows, between the pro
tective tariff and reciprocity. For that
reason the Republican party is in fa
vor of reciprocity, and we have no
doubt that Congress at its next ses
sion will assist the President in carry
ing into effect, to as large an extent as
passible, his ideas on that subject.
Those people who affect to believe that
the President has changed his ideas to
any extent on the tariff question need
only to read carefully the platform
adopted by the Ohio Republicans.—
Philadelphia Press.
RADICAL TREATMENT RE
QUIRED.
■
— -w.
Uncle Sam: “Those hugs are get
ting thick again. Guess I’d better
clean ’em out once for all.”
Wool Price*.
“The price of Indiana wool is Just
what is was in July 1897, the price
having fallen from 2914 cents in Janu
ary, 1900, to 20*4 cents in May of the
present year. The §ame movement Is
shown in all wools.’’—Indianapolis
News.
Exactly so. The price of Indiana
wool is just where it was in July, 1897,
when the enactment of the Dingley
Tariff caved the farmers of Indiana
from the legislation so loved by the
Indianapolis News. Incidentally it
may be remarked that the price, 29V4
cents, received for Indiana wool in
1889, is the highest on record.
The price secured for Indiana wool
by the tariff advocated by Mr. Bryan
and the News in the happy summer o(
1896 was 1414 cents. As South Amer
ican quarter-blood,shrinking less than
Indiana, can now be landed in bond
at 10 cents a pound, the adoption of
the tariff policy of the News would
mean that Indiana wool would be sell
ing for just half the price it brings in
Boston to-day.
Prices on wool are low as compared
with 1900, thanks to the drop in wool
all over the world, but, thank God,
they are not at the ruinous level that
would exist if the Dingley tariff were
not In force with wool abroad break
ing all records for cheapness, nor have
they even dropped In the United States
to the low level secured for American
wool in 1896 by the Indianapolis News
and its allies.—Boston* Commercial
Bulletin.
In Behalf of Hnslneaa.
Speaking for the business interests
of the entire country in deprecation of
any and all attempts to reopen the tar
iff question, the New York Commer
cial wisely says:
‘ It would be extremely unfortunate
to precipitate a national agitation that
would call a halt on the country's bus
iness just at a time when popular feel
ing over the outlook is most hopeful
and confident. But if there really ex
ist two wings In the Republican party
—one demanding a lowering of duties
or their repeal in some instances, and
the other determined to stand by the
policy that has built up American in
dustry. and, incidentally, the party
why, the sooner the thing is fought
out to a finish the better, perhaps. But
no American business man wants to
see the next session of Congress given
over to an acrimonious debate that
would imperil the passage of needed
legislation that the business of the
country is crying for—on the isthmian
canal, for Instance.”
If there is one thing more than an
other whtch business does not want It
is tariff tinkering.
No Longer Hate the Ortopna.
If Bryan wants to know how much
“more power the trusts have in the
Democratic party today than in 1896,"
he may take a run down to Texas and
make a thorough inspection of the
Standard Oil Company’s late acquisi
tions there both of statesmen and real
estate. Only a year ago the Texas
legislature bucked and gagged the oc
topus and stored him in a barb wire
cage.—Little Rock (Ark.) Republican.
Railroad Work and Wagea.
Five years ago many of the rail
roads of the country were in the hands
of receivers. Today every railroad ot
the country Is traffic taxed to its ut
most resources. There will be nearly
10,000 miles of track laid this
year, against 1,600 in 1895, and ths
railroad employes will get $100,000,000
more wages than during the Gorman
Wilson tariff. >
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HE’S NOW A WHHAT KING.
tllerk Who llonglit Fttrm Land
mo«| h » Millionaire.
The wheat rentals of John T. Stew
art of Sumner county will amount to
nearly 100,000 bushels of wheat this
year, says the Kansas City World.
In his home county he owns 115 quar
ter sections of Iaqd and about thirty
quarter sections in adjoining counties.
He rents the land on the basis of half
tho yield, he furnishing all the seed
and taking chances of securing a crop.
It is estimated that if all the wheat
due him on rentals this year was ship
ped in one consignment it would re
quire seventeen freight trains of fif
teen cars each to take it to market.
His rentals In wheat last yeat netted
him $15,000. In addition to owning
about $350,000 worth of land, every
foot of it paid for he has nearly $250,
000 worth of bank stock and $300,000
Invested in farm lands in Sumner
county and Oklahoma. About twenty
five years ago Mr. Stewart began life
as a clerk in an obscure office In this
city at $00 a month. He slept in the
office and was economical in other
ways. He began loaning money In
Sumner county about twenty years ago
and has developed into a remarkable
financier. It Is said that his ambition
Is to finally own a railroad and he may
gratify It, as he is still a very young
man, not more than 45. He carries a
small memorandum book in his pocket
and it is said that he can take it out
it any hour of the day when required
and tell every debtor exactly what his
account is. Indeed, it Is said that ac
counts of his vast transactions are al
ways kept in a book that fits his trou
sers pocket, rt is said that he lives on
less than $100 per month and that out
side of this his largest annual expense
is $500 to the Methodist church his
wife and large family of children at
tend. He is not fond of traveling ex
cept to go to a Democratic convention,
a diversion he is passionately fond of.
He is a pronounced temperance man,
and. It Is said, believes in the prohibi
tion laws of Kansas.
A BRAHMIN WEDDING.
Klibortl* Ctramonln Th»t Rprmd Over
a Week.
Oriental marriage ceremonies are the
most elaborate and those of a
Brahmin wedding, spread over the
greater part of a week, are probably
the most complicated. All the Hindoo
gods are invited, and on the first day
the pair sit under an alcove or canopy,
with their faces turned to the east,
while married women wave lighted
camphor to avert the evil eye. On the
second day the bridegroom appears
eager to make a pilgrimage to Benares
to wash in the sacred waters of the
Ganges. His future father-in-law, after
much entreaty, persuades the would
be pflgrlm to give up the idea, and the
priests profess readiness to accept the
will for the deed, at the same time ac
cepting a gift of 14 flags, by which the
bridegroom symbolizes his purity of
freedom from sin. A thread is then
tied on the man's right wrist and the
woman’s left to show that they are
united for life. The father-in-law now
feigns to behold in the bridegroom the
great god Vishnu himself, and makes
an offering to him. Then water is
poured over the two, and the “tali,’’ a
jewel set in gold, is tied on tne bride’s
neck, while sandal paste, perfumes
and flowers are offered to the guests.
Fire is then brought in and, while a
sacrifice is.ofTered to Agni. the couple
walk hand in hand seven times around
it, and so make the “seven steps’’—a
symbol of everlasting friendship. The
next day the astrologer points out the
star Arundhati to impress upon the
pair the duty of faithfulness. Then
they eat together and, having sprin
kled each other with rice, a final bridal
procession takes place at night, when
friends and relatives again avert the
evil eye by the ceremony of Arati, or
waving a lamp over the heads of the
newly wed.—Utica Globe.
Athlete Tied to a Deek.
Albert Payson Terhune might be de
icribed as an athlete tied to a desk.
He was a fence, boxer, weight-thrower
ind sprinter in college; crossed the
Syrian desert on horseback, afterward
living among the Bedouin tribes and
preparing material for his book, “Syria
from the Saddle.” “On my return -to
America,” he writes, “I got a Job as
reporter, working my way up, mainly
through luck, to the post of subeditor
and special writer. Mr. Terhune once
proposesd to box three rounds apiece
with the six foremost heavy-weight
prizefighters in the world (Jeffries.
Corbett, Sharkey, McCoy, Ruhlin and
Fitzsimmons), and wrrite up his expe
riences with them in a series of arti
cles for his newspaper. The articles
made a hit. He is also a contributor
of humorous articles to various period
icals. His latest literary venture was
a novel written in collaboration with
his mother, Marian Harland Terhune.
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A On«*tlon of Itlll*.
A traveler in England rested at noon
at a wayside inn, and took luncheon.
! The landlord was a social person, and
I after presenting his bill sat down and
chatted with his guest. “By the way.”
th* litter said, after a while, “what is
yew name?” “My name,” replied the
landlord, “is Partridge.” “Ah,” re
turned the traveler, with a humorous
twinkle In his eyes, “by the length of
your bill I should have thought it was
1 Woodcock!" This story, as it appears
In a recent book by a distinguished
English diplomat, is credited with hav
ing amused Bismarck.
I No man is strong who is unable t*
conquer himself.