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The fool who rocks the boat Is too
often the one saved after the up
setting.
Solomon's temple has been found, ;
but the plumbing is reported to be
In bad condition. ,
The man who invented postal cards :
Is dead. The postmistress ought to .
give him a monument
Whnt a national calamity it would
be if the earthquakes in California j
Lad ruined the prune crops!
There is no danger that the cr.ar
of Russia will disarm. If he ever
does bis own subjects will get him.
A Denver scientist has rediscovered
the planet Eros. He should be the
next man to have a go at the north
pole.
Water is not so cheap after all,,
when William K. Vanderbilt finds him
self compelled to offer $50,000 for a
small pond.
Apparently the train robber sees no
need for him to go west to grow tip
with the country. Illinois is good
enough for him.
Alfonso Is, indeed, leading poor old
Spain a merry pace for progress. He
is said to have learned to swear and
to drink highballs.
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Now that Yohe and Strong are
safely away from American shores a
strict quarantine ought to be estab
lished against them.
Some of the chauffeurs have appar
ently decided that it involves an un
necessary waste of time to go back
and pick up the dead.
The water In Great Salt Lake has
fallen six feet during the past eight
years. There must be a hole in the
bottom of the old thing.
Lord Kitchener is called the brav
est man in the British army, hut has
never been able to summon up cour
age enough to get married.
Women hava been mobbing women
in the streets of Paris of late. And
all over the matter of schools and re
ligion. How the hair must have
flown.
A Buffalo man was held up and
robbed in his own back yard. This
ought to be some consolation for
those who are held up at the summer
resorts.
When a preacher takes a woman by
the hand, and says, “We missed you
last Sunday,” she feels that her faith
ful attendance at church has not been
in vain.
The cholera epidemic in Egypt is
so virulent that people die in five
minutes after being stricken. These
microbes must carry double-barreled
shot-guns.
The warning that the Egyptian
sphinx is crumbling to pieces gives
American multimillionaires a new op
portunity to contribute to a relic res
toration fund.
In a dispatch from New York
Gates's wealth is said to be only
$20,000,000. This is ridiculous. He
wins more than that much every week
at poker alone.
A great drawback to women making
an unqualified success in business life
is their inability to look on calmly
while those who owe them large sums
are doing the Dives act.
The esteemed Cleveland Plain
Dealer says there Is only one rhyme
for "month,” and gives it as “oneth.”
How about millionth, billionth, trili
onth, and so on, neighbor?
Sarah Bernhardt admits that she Is
58 years of age. But it must be said
for her that she has not ye£ arrived
at that point in life where most wo
men begin to grow too stout.
Rose Coghlan has declared, in the
Montana district court of Lewis and
Clark county, her intention to become
a citizen of the United States. We
need all the good-looking citizens ob
tainable.
Whether the Baldwin-Zeigler expe
dition has been temporarily suspended
or permanently abandoned, the north
pole must do more or less dodging
to keep out of Lieut. Peary’s way in
his final dash this season.
Since Kipling wrote "The Vampire”
how many men, after a quarrel—In
which they were, of course, to blame
—have made sarcastic reference,
either mental or oral, to “a rag and
a bone and a hank of hair?”
The grave diggers in one of Chi
cago’s cemeteries have struck. Still,
the situation isn’t as serious as it
might be. Since the advent of the
automobile scorcher it frequently hap
pens that there isn’t anything left to
bury.
When Gens. Botha, Dewet and De
jarey reach London, King Edward will
grant them an audience. Had some
such meetings been held before the
South African war, instead of after,
the world might have been spared a
sorry spectacle.
1 The World Is Too Much with Us. |
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The world Is too much with us, _Iate and
soon, ^7 i
Getting and spending, we lay waste our f
powers; ^k
Little we see In nature that Is ours; ^
We have given our hearts away, a sordid j
boon! ^
This sea that bares her bosom to the Q
moon; k
The winds that will be hcwling at all ^
hours, gk
And are up-gathered now like sleeping
flowers; Q
For this, for everything, we arc out of w
tune; ^
It moves us not—Great God! I’d rather be ^k
A Pagan suckled In a creed outworn.
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, f
Have glimpses that would make me loss ^k
forlorn; ^
Have sight of Proteus rising from the £
sea.
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed dP
horn! k
—William Wordsworth. ^
Following Orders.
BY HAROLD HUME.
(Copyright, 1?02, Dally Story Pub. Col
Dick had finally all the sentiment
knocked out of him so far as the busi
ness was concerned. He had come to '
the great city and taken a position as |
reporter on the Screamer full of en
thusiasm in the work and a determina
tion to succeed, and he had spared
neither time or energy to make good.
He had been the first man down to
report and last to go home, staying
about long after he could have gone
in the hope of catching a late emer
gency assignment. He had sought
hard assignments which the older re
porters dodged.
He had not minded the sneers of
his colleagues, but it had jolted his
faith when the powers that were,utter
ly ignored his faithfulness and placed
it not to his credit at all.
Dick felt the injustice of It keen
ly, but the first real blow came when
he had spent four days and nights on
an elopement story and had fallen
down while the Thunderer had ail
the details on the first page—secured,
he afterward ascertained, by wire
from the Kansas City correspondent
and rewritten in the office to make it
appear a local story. He attempted
to explain to the city editor, but was
cut short.
“I don’t care a rap why you didn’t
get it The fact remains that you
didn't. You fell down and that’s all
there is to it. Results are what
count, and what I want is stories, not
explanations.”
This made Dick blind with fury, in
asmuch as ho would have willingly
given up his day off to work on the '
story. The final crash came when
he was sent out on a big
financial story and found a
lead which seriously reflected
upon a concern in which the chief
hacker of the paper was the dominant
personality. He worked out his story |
on another theory and ingeniously j
covered the connection. When the j
storm broke loose the next day and he ,
tftempted to justify upon he was told j
with more emphasis than courtesy
Jiat he was not responsible for the
editorial policy of the paper.
‘‘What d’ye suppose we have copy- j
readers and city editors and night edl- ;
tors and managing editors here for?” :
shouted the city editor. "What you
are hired for is to go out and get
facts. Then if we want ’em sup- |
pressed we'll let you know. And !
when we get so we are not competent j
to run the sheet we ll turn It over to I
a batch of cub reporters. I ought to
fire you—that’s what 1 ought to do,
end I’ve a blamed good mind to do it, j
too. But I’ll just lay you off for a
week so you can have a chance to
study over the question of your duties I
and limitations, and then I'll give you |
ono more chance.” Then the other
fellows guyed him unmercifully as the j
man who had appointed himself the :
censor of the paper.
So It was that Dick became hard- j
ened like the others and worked for j
bis salary, and not for glory, and took I
“You fell down, and that's all there
Is to it!”
ai little responsibility as possible and
did as little work'as was compati
ble with the holding of his job. And
he became blase and lost most of his
old-time enthusiasm and interest. He
never lost Ills pride in getting a scoop
nor in turning in a good story—no
oorn reporter does that, but he be
came as the others, stolid, indifferent
and more or less hopeless.
This was the frame of mind In
which he found himsolf one fine after
noon when, as he sat chewing a cigar
and fun'dng Inwardly over hia lost
hopes, he was sent out to "do” a sen
sational embezzlement story. It
proved considerable of a puzzler and
the assignment lasted several days.
Finally all his fighting blood became
aroused and he buckled down to the
mystery with his old-time enthusiasm
and fidelity. While rooting around
night and day picking up loose ends
of the story and running down Im
possible clu€*s, he accidentally stum
bled upon a most peculiar fact which
set him off upon a scent wholly out
and beyond the lines being pursued
by the other reporters and the police.
‘‘My God, Horton, help me keep this
from his mother and sister!”
The clue led him straight into a de
nouement so startling as nearly to
floor him. Before he knew whither
his investigations were leading him
he stumbled full into the fact that
Herbert Knox, the son of “the old
man,’’ as the city editor was called,
was beyond peradventure the embez
zler and that he had covered his
crime so carefully by forgery that sus
picion had not only been thrown upon
several others, but had been wholly
diverted from him. Indeed, in the or
dinary course of events he would have
been the last person toward whom it
could have been directed.
The discovery not only surprised
him, but it unnerved him. Herbert
w>as the pet and idol of his father and
his appearance and record warrant
ed all the pride and affection be
stowed upon him. He was a hand
some and apparently frank youth,
filled with good nature and gifted
with high ability. He had gone
through the schools and university
with high honors and was of such ex
emplary character that he had never
given his parents a moment’s uneasi
ness. He had no bad habits that any
one had ever heard of and was in very
fact a model young man. After his
graduation his father, brushing aside
with indignation the suggestion that
the lad should follow in his footsteps,
had secured him a position in a great
financial establishment.
"Dub about in a cheap newspaper
Job and get worse off the older he
grows? I think not!” exclaimed
Knox, Sr., with spirit. “Alnt one in
a family enough to get on a dead one?
No, siree, that boy is going to have
the benefit of my hard experience.
But he did much more and landed
Herbert in a very good position in a
big institution where there was plenty
of chance to be pushed ahead. And
Herbert had made good with his em
ployers and had been rapidly ad
vanced until he was entrusted with
grave responsibilities and drew a larg
er salary than his sire. And it was
the one enthusiasm of "the old man's”
life. "Herb” was forever on his
tongue and forever in his mind.
It was to this fact that Dick’s mind
reverted the moment he realized the
significance of his discovery. His
first impulse was to save the "old
man" from this awful pit that was
opening under his feet.
But he had not spared him, Dick
thought grimly, and had given him
cold notice that the very next time
he failed to turn in his story as be
found it he would be discharged.
“Let him take his medicine," said
Dick, setting his lips, ominously. "1
will follow the letter of the law.”
So he went to the office, sat down
and wrote his story, it was a pass
ing good one, forsooth, there being
plenty of inspiration both in the nov
elty of the facts, the sensational qual
ity and best of all, in the fact that
Dick knew well enough that the storj
was a clean scoop. When it wa3 fin
ished he read it over and it set his
newspaper instincts all aglow. As h«
rose to hand it to the head copy
reader he nearly ran into a vision In
blue and white—a girl with Hashing
black eyes and a saucy rosette of a
mouth. He recognized her as Alice
Knox, the pretty daughter of ‘‘the old
| man” and twin sister of the subject
of his story. She accepted his sim
mered apologies demurely and passed
on after a friendly word of greeting.
This chance meeting gave him a
new viewpoint on his story—and a
most startling one. This was Her
bert Knox’ twin sister and her ex
ceeding fondness for the brother was
a matter of common comment. Could
he break her heart? He had no com
punction for the father who had hu
miliated him, hut could he be the
means of breaking the sister’s heart?
He glanced up and saw her standing
before the door of “the old man’s”
room. She was radiant and at that
moment glanced at him and gave him
a saucy nod and smile. That settled
the fate of the story. He took It in
both hands and started to tear it in
p.eces, but a second thought possessed
him and he rose quickly and walked
over to w'here she stood.
“Will you hand this to your father
when you go in?” he said, steadily.
“Certainly,” she replied. Then she
vanished, leaving the room cold and
dreary.
Presently Dick was summoned into
the inner room, where he found “the
old man” alone anu white and trem
bling. The daughter had departed.
"Is this story known?” he whis
pered, hoarsely.
“Only to you and me,” replied Dick.
“It is a scoop. I worked it up alone.
Even the police do not suspect.”
"The old man” threw himself upon
Dick’s mercy and begged that the se
cret be kept between them.
“I will fix up the deficiency to-mor
row in some way,” he said, “and send
the boy away. My God, Horton, helj
me keep this from his mother and sis
ter. I know 1 have no right to ask
it, but it would kill them and I am
human and, by heaven, sir, you can
name your own price.”
"Done,” cried Dick. “You have the
copy. I have forgotten it.”
“And your price?” asked the father.
“I will dem.nd later,” responded
Dick, with a sphinx-like smile.
"It shall be yours, whatever cost,”
replied “the old ma:i,” grasping his
hand.
What that price eventually was is
another story, the gist of which the
reader is entitled to guess.
THE SORT OF MAN HE .VAS.
Ex-Speaker Reed's Opinion of Ons
Who Was Rather Too Effusive.
Ex-Speaker Thomas B. Reed has a
knack of disposing of disagreeable ac
quaintances that few public men pos
sess, as many have learned to their
intense chagrin.
“I was in Washington once,” said
a man at the cluo, “when Tom Reed
was the czar of the house of repre
sentatives. He was holding forth with
earnestness on some theme to a group
of friends when that man you see over
there by the cigar counter pushed his
way through the crowd, grasped Reed
by the hand and said effusively:
‘Hello, Tom, old boy, how do you do?’
“Reed responded in a manner that
was more of a shake for the man than
for his hand and went on with his
talk. When our friend over there had
edged out or the crowd someone said:
‘You didn't seem to be happy over
him. Reed. Who is your friend, any
way?’
"Reed drawled out: ‘He’s a fellow
from New York who knows more me<
who don't want to know him than any
other man in the United States.”’
—.—
Flowers and Weeds of Life.
Everywhere we see youth, unwilling
to pay the full price for success, try
ing to pick the flowers out of an oc
cupation or a profession, but omitting
all that is hard, ugly and disagreeable.
This is as if soldiers were to go
through a hostile country leaving a
stronghold, here and there, unconquer
ed, to harass them perpetually by fir
ing on their rear and picking off their
men. The only way to insure victory
is to conquer as you go. You must
not leave the enemy a foothold in
any part of your kingdom. Dread of
drudgery must be ovei tome. Grasp
the nettle hard, if you would rob it
of its sting. You must destroy the
weeds as you go, or soon there will
be no flowers; and without flowers you
cannot have fruit.—Success.
Ladies’ Tailors Not New.
There were, it seems, “ladies’ tail
ors” and tailor-made dresses in the
days of Queen Elizabeth. A contribu
tor of the Tailor and Cutter has been
visiting Cumnor, and was shown a
letter written by the ill fated Amy
Robsart shortly before her death at
Cumnor house, which Sir Walter Scott
describes in “Kenilworth.” It was to
a Mr, William Edney, tailor at the
Tower, and refers to the alteration of
a gown he was making for her, and
contains a promise to see him paid.
The unfortunate lady died before the
gown was finished, and the poor tailor
had to wait for five years before he
was paid by the earl of Leicester.
Not Hector but Another.
On one fine day in May, lani, James
McDonald, a fisherman of Mallaig, In
the western Highlands of Scotland,
took out three girls for a row in his
beat. Suddenly a squall arose and
upset the boat in thirty feet of water.
McDonald contrived to get all three
lasses on to the keel of the upturned
boat, and then swam to an Islet some
forty-five feet away. Hero he removed
bis big sea boots and heavier cloth
ing, and then struck out for the girls,
whom he carried one by one to the
rock. McDonald's noble action hav
ing been brought under the notice o!
the Royal Humane Society, that body
awarded him its medal.
GAfl IN COAL MINES.
Oivvj* *oua Explosive Accumulates in
Spite of Greatest Care.
Reing reminded of some of his own
“jiperiences by the recent disaster Id
the Cambria mine, Frederick E. Sa
ward of the Coal Trade Journal gives
the following account of the phenom
ena in a gaseous mine.
“I had been invited,” said he, ' to
visit a property which was said to
possess a seam of coal of unusual
thickness and purity. It was, never
theless, a notoriously gassy mine, in
somuch that the fire boss made regu
lar rounds to test the working places
and calk up warning signs if too dan
gerous vapor was discovered.
"Going down a 300-foot shaft on a
platform elevator without sides (sim
ply the guide rods), in company with
the fire boss, 1 walked along the main
entry for one-half a mile, viewing the
coal by the light of our little tin-cup
lamps. Presently, on approaching a
visibly cracked roof, my guide said
that he would show me what gas was
and how it was put out. He held his
lamp up near the crevice in the roof
and forthwith there was a floating of
blue gas along the roof near the crev
ice, like burning alcohol in a basin of
water.
“ 'We will not let it get ahead of
us,' said the guide, and with that he
took off his coat and brushed out the
flaming gas, driving it away from the
crevice. If he had driven it toward
the crevice the roof might have come
down. As if this were not enough, the
guide said: "I will show you where it
is not even safe to go with an ordinary
lamp.’ He thereupon lit his safety and
blew out the other tin-cup lamps. We
walked along the entry until we came
to a place which led up the face of tho
coal. Climbing upon that which had
been broken down the guide lifted his
safety lamp and the blue flame began
to dance around the gauze.
“This daily tour of the fire boss no
doubt saves many lives, but there is
often a quick accumulation in places
where he has found nothing danger
ous.”
HIS PRIDE WAS HURT.
And Frenchman Threatened to Take
a Mean Revenge.
A story was told at a recent dinner
of a New York literary’ club which
goes back to the time when a certain
famous man was governor of Massa
chusetts. The tale sounds like a re
vival of a newspaper yarn contem
poraneous with its hero. At any rate,
it is worth retelling.
Along a country road in the north
of Maine plodded a French-Canadian
with a trained bear, making his way
to a county fair. At a cross road he
met a long-whiskered yankee driving
a mule. They nodded to each other
and were continuing on their ways
when suddenly the Frenchman prick
ed up his ears.
"dong there, Napoleon!” the farm
er drawled to his mule.
The Frenchman stopped short and
listened again.
"Git ap, Napoleon,” called the yan
kee.
“I say, ma fren,” called the Ca
nadian, bringing his bear to a halt,
"what for you call ze zhackass Na
poleon?”
“That's his name,” replied the farm
er, indifferently.
“Well, he is no name for a zhack
ass. Napoleon was a great general.”
"So's my mule,” replied the other,
good-naturedly. “Geddap, Napoleon.”
The Frenchman lost patience. "Look
'ere, me fren,” he said, “you call zat
zhackass Napoleon wance more time,
I tell you w'at I do. You see zat black
hear? Wall, I poke his one eye out
an’ call him Ban Butler.”—Youth’s
Companion.
Apples of the Northwest.
An account of how the great north
west has been made to grow most of
the winter apples for this country is
valuable in connection with the in
crease in plant values. The early
farmers of the vast prairies could find
no apple tree hardy enough for the
climate. They spent fortunes in nur
SPry stock, and in planting trees, with
out success. In 1855 Gideon M. Mitchell
of Minnesota planted thirty varieties
of apple trees and a bushel of seed.
In nine years he planted, all told,
9,000 trees. At the end of the tenth
year he had left, after the winter’s
cold, only one tree, a small seedling
crab. From that, however, has come
the fine apple known in the market as
the "Wealthy,” a fruit from which the
northwest now annually reaps millions
of dollars. During these nine long
years of planting and failure Mr.
Mitchell’s friends told him that no
where In all that region would an ap
ple ever grow, says Success. His suc
cess was a triumph in which he must
have experienced emotions similar to
those of Columbus when, in 1492, he
sighted the island of Guanaliani.
Two Startling Suggestions.
It is rather startling to find that all
the most effusive signs of affection in
use to-day are nothing more or less
than relics of Uarharism—a modified
form of attack. Such, at least, is the
opinion of "Student” (Oxford), who
claims to he an authority on the sub
ject.
"Take, for example,” he says, “a
kiss. What is it but a pretence to
bite? It is an action plainly Intended
to convey the meaning: 'I could bite
you, you see, hut I won’t.’
“In the same way the playful pats
and slaps which a lover gives to his
sweetheart are obviously a mimicry
of blows, regarded simply as privi
leged marks of endearment. When
he clasps her in his arms it is the
sense of capture which thrills him,
and of being captured which thrills
her.”—London Tit-Iiltr.
The Dewey-Anderson Coolness.
General Thom a M. Anderson, who 'T
lately went on the retired list, has »
small opinion of Admiral Dewey, dab
Ing from a time shortly after the ba
tie of Manila. When Anderson ar
rived there he was anxious to dc
something, so he visited Dewey and
proposed to take the town. The ad
miral dissented, suggesting uDldiy
that the events of May 1 gave hid
some distinction as well as authority
General Anderson who is &*yen , .
plainness of speech, rejoined bluntly.
"Hell! All you did was to smash a
few pewter ships.” Ever since then
the two men have been anything but
friends. This story is related by an
offic er of the Second Oregon regiment,
which was in Manila at the time un
der Anderson’s command.
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