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> Nellie’s Suggestion. •*A pretty lot of children you are for a minister to have," exclaimed a pastor, whose children were misbe having at the dinner table. “Then I guess you had better change your business, papa,” sug gested four-year-cld Nellie. Wanted to Choose. Ethelbert—Mama. I want a drum In heaven! I couldn’t play on a harp! Mama—Well, you’ll have to go in with the Salvation army, then! t • A Large Portion. “Say.” remarked the bartender sar castically, "what are you tryin’ to do. take enough to last you all summer?” "Oh, no,” replied the seedy indi vidual. continuing to pour until the glass was full, “ ‘one swallow does not make a summer.” Conflicting. “Gadsby told me he stopped a week at the fair.” “And he told me he kept a-going every minute.” SHE WAS READY. , Mr. Shyboy—“I love you more than I can tell you.” Miss Clincher—“Thou let the preacher do the talking.” Makes All the Difference. “I want a policeman to come over and shoot my deg,” said a man to the sergeant in charge of the police station. “Whose dog is it?” “Mine.” Your dog? The s-ne you wouldn't let us shoot when he bit a neigh bor's boy?” “Yes, but it’s different now.” “How so?” “He bit me.”—Cleveland Plain Dealer. A Hard Luck Story. “Stockson came up to me yesterday and said: ‘Is it hot enough for you?’ And just then he was overcome by the heat and I caught him as he was falling.” “Then what did you do?” “I held him in my arms and called for the police. I told them what had occurred.*’ “What happened then?” “The police arrested me for main taining a nuisance.” Anything to Please. The wealthy lady came for the portrait of her husband. The artist handed over the picture with a mys terious bundle attached. “What is this?” asked the patron. “A phonograph, madam,” responded the artist. “And what is that for?” “Well, you said you wanted a ‘speaking likeness.’ That's the best I can do.” All the Signs. “Why do you think your son is go ing to turn out to be a genius?” “Well, he hates work and won’t trim his finger nails, and he’s got th^ idea in his head *diat the whole blamed world is out after his scalp, so I reckon he must be one of them genius fellers and liable almost any day to do somethin’ that’ll just nateh elly surprise everybody clean dumb.” The Angel and the Brute. Mr. C.—“What are you crying about, my dear?” Mrs. C.—“I have just been reading the old love-letters you sent me be fore we were married.” Mr. C.—“That's funny. I * was leading them myself the other day, ind they made me laugh.” The One That Gets It. “What did that man ask you in tourt today?” “Wh>, he wanted to know how many thousand I would get out of the estate of $5,000.” “He must have made a mistake.” “I should say so. Must have taken me to be my lawyer.” A Harsh Critic. “Do you think that Bacon put a cipher into the Shakespearen plays?” “No,” answered Mr. Stormington Barnes. “But there is no doubt that a lot of ciphers have managed to work into the productions of them.” Asked and Answered. “What is a seraphim?” asked the inquisitive boarder. “A seraphim.” explained the cheer ful idiot, ‘is a male seraph. The fe male is called a seranher. See?” Where the Danger Lies. Young Hatch—Don’t you worry about this leap year business.' The pretty girls don’t have to propose, and the homely ones are afraid to. Old Batch—Yes! But there are the widows!—Browning’s Magazine. Two of a Kind. "It’s simply Impossible for me to And bread for my family.” said the loafer. "Same here,” rejoined the hustler. Had Served Many Times. “I would like to have this ring made larger,” said the young woman. “It's my engagement ring and—” “I m atraidr said the goldsmith, "that it'll have to have an entirely new setting. It's already been al tered five times. —- ■ - —. — * Rapid Growth. A little five-year-old chap was writ ing a letter to his absent father. Af ter telling about the family, he said: "And you just ought to see my puppy, papal He is setting bigger and big ger every day, and sometimes twice a day." In Society. Miss Smalltalk—Did yau m^et any guests of intelligence at Mrs. Bigg nobb’s Newport dinner? Miss Sulfuric—Oh, yes. They had ; two of the most intelligent monkeys j I have ever seen. .j Similar But Different. “Did you ever attend a cooking school?" asked the Chicago girl. “No,” replied her Boston cousin, “but I graduated from a college of j gastronomy.” She Didn’t Mind It. I hope, said the very young man. after he had sealed their betrothal with a kiss, “that you don’t object to my mustache.” Oh, no." replied the dear girl in the case, ‘ I did feel a little down in tin* mouth at first, but I’ll soon get accustomed to it." Partial Reformation. Mrs. Sniff en—"Did that Lumtum girl ever succeed in reforming her husband? Mr. Sniffon—Not completely, al though I hear that she has reached th^' point where he can resist every thing but temptation. — Collier's Weekly. Fate. Ethel (ecstatically)—Oh, Charlie, would you just propose all over again, and do it into this phonograph? Chollv— Why? • Ethel—Why, I want to have some thing to remember you by after you have gone in and spoken to papa about it. Paternal Appreciation. “Did you ever read the writings of Marcus Aurelius?” “1 looked ’em over once.” answered Mr. Cumrox. “But after hearing com mencement addresses by three of mj daughters it doesn’t seem to me there is much left for Marcus to say.” An Insinuation. Maude—“I had some new7 photo graphs taken last week.” Clara—“Did you. really?” Maude—“Yes. The artist says the likeness is absolutely perfect.” Clara—“And did you refuse to tike them?” Each In Its Place. Willie—“Ha. is there any difference between a violin and a fiddle?” “Yes. indeed, my son. If you hear it at a concert or opera it’s a violin, ' but when the man next door plays it it's a fiddle.” — Putting Him Right. “Next time I marry,” said the wid- : ower, ‘i ll get a wife I can make shut up.” “You don’t want a wife,” replied his friend. “What you want is a •; folding bed.” Proof Positive. “No, the bride isn't from Boston. “Isn't she?” “She can't be. Siviter sent her an ornamental bean pot for a wed ding gift and she's raising a potted i palm in it.’’ It Disagreed With Her. ‘ I told you it wouldn’t do to invite 1 Willie's teacher to dinner as long as I have to do my own cooking. * "Why. what happened?” “She whipped Willie this morn- 1 ing.” In the Line of Progress. “Radium is said to cure several complaints, but it is so expensive.” “Yes. I suppose the druggists will soon be offering us something just as gcod.—Puck. . Kind old gentleman (to beggar)—“Too bad! too bad. How long have you been deaf and dumb?” Beggar (absently)—“About three years, sir.” The Point of View. “Have you a good cook?” asked Mrs. Hill. “Yes, shea good enough.” replied Mrs. Park. “She attends church three times a week and all that, but her cooking is something fierce.” __ P What a Question. Mistress—Did the fisherman who stopped here this morning have frogs’ legs: Nora—Sure, mum, I dinnaw. He wore pants.—Cornell ‘Widow. Heroism. “Juggins has written a novel, I'm told. They also say that oe himself is the hero.” “Of course. He has read the thing through, I suppose, and goodness knows that’s heroic enough.” Knew by ths Question. “Doctor,” said the patient, entering the office with a most lugubrious ex pression, “how does a man feel that has indigestion?” Doctor—You haven’t got it! udine. |**down Adjective and Adverb. “Well, Willie,” said Miss Cortina aa she interrupted the young man who was staring into space; “ere you thinking hard?” "No,” he answered, in a tone of resignation; “not hard. Hardly.” Cause and Effect. Sunday School Teacher—Yes, John ny, it rained forty days and forty nights. Johnny—Whew! What a lot of peo pie must have started on picnics. Hacking Away. "Col. Pattix called you a ‘hack writer,’ pa. What does he mean by that?” asked the editor’s little son. "He means, my son, that I’ve got a hatc.net always ready for such mis erable creatures as he is.” Dividing the Earth. Pedestrian—“You acted as If you wanted the earth.” Automobilist—" O, no; you keep the sidewalks and we’ll take the roads.”—Indianapolis News. »TffUC*U —-— ---—...|.- . Ac-V*. ■ ITTv.- \ j i i is Ail 'i ‘ifcadhl VMfffij'ui i. 1J —. —"■ —■ —I ■ . -.. q | Forgot the Color Line | ° '■■■' ——--— ■- -j— ■ - — About noon Tuesday, while the vet erans were being fed, a scene was en acted that illustrates better than any thing else could the fact that the veterans have gathered in reunion without reserve. With the inpouring throng comes two old darkies, clad in gray uniform and wearing Confederate badges. They were bcth old men, and assisted their feeble steps with sticks. As' they came down the long aisles they looked searchingly about, and finally halted at the end, apparently having failed to find what they sought. There were several vacant places and one of the old fellows touched an old veteran on the arm and said: “Excuse me, mister, but is they a 'dace here for colored men?” The old soldier turned around, saw the dark faces looking at him. ran his eye quickly over the gray uniforms, and blurted out: "No. siree they ain't, but by G if you all ain't good enough to eat with white folks I ain’t going to eat no moh myself. You all eat right here by me, an’ if any white man makes a fuss I’ll take care of him.” A dozen old ”rebs," attracted by the talk, turned around and joined with the first white veteran. The old darkies were made to cat while their white friends busied themselves by shouting to the waiters such com mands as: L 1 ™ 111 ;mi “Oh. you waiter! Give these m all they can eat!” “Where’s tin., coffee boy at? Here, give those darkles some coffee and get ’em some buttermilk.’- “Give them darkies nlentv to eat. boys, and if there ain’t enough to go round leave me out ’stead of them.” It was a little thing, yet it was touching beyond expression. The old negroes showed their appreciation and the older one, George Pratt, said: “I was with the Twenty-fo'th Ala bama an’ my master was my captain. We fought through mos’ of the war, and when he was dead I wouldn't be lieve it, an’ I called at him four or Pve times and shook him, but he was slio dead. I kept right on with the war. and I tell you all I'm heap prouder that I was a ’Federate sol dier than I am ’bout anything else I ever did in my life. I knowed what the war was about because my mars ter told me, and I didn’t have to g~ My folks and my people was on oi side an’ the Yankees was on t'udde an' I jest took up for rny own peopl "The white men in my place all treats me well, and when the 'Feder ate veterans has any doin’s they get me in them. I’m only a nigger, but they tells me l ain't a nigger when reunion times and decoration.* comes around, I'm a ’Federate veteran then. an’ by G-’ gentlemen. I'm proud of it.”—Nashville American. I The Origin of Smallpox | The literary as well as the patho logic history of smallpox presents many items of very special interest. All readers of the clouded annals of the “Middle Ages" are acquainted with the fact that Arabian w riters were for many centuries the recognized apos tles of philosophy and physical science —including the sundry departments of medicine and surgery—to the vari ous nations of western Europe. And it is to one of these. Abu Bekker Mo hammed ben Zechariah (A. D. S5'> 932), the eariest and most original of all the great Moslem physicians, that medical science and medical literature are indebted for the first recognition of smallpox as a distinct disease, and its first description in written lan guage. This venerable authority is generally known to posterity as Rhazes, a name which he derived from Rai, the place of his birth. His original description of this formidable disease lias been made familiar to English inquirers through the medium of Dr. Greenhill's translation. In ad dition to his observations on disease proper, the powers of observation of Rhazes, a name which he derived strated by such items of information as: "A man with large ears is stupid, but long lived;” and in rational there peutics, by his recommendation of the practice of the game of chess as a cure for melancholia. The antiquity of smallpox is. as might well be ex pected. lost in the mist of ages, but the definite statement has been made by Arab historians that it first ap peared in the Abyssinian army cf Abraha at the si ge cf Mecca in the course of the so-called “elephant war of A. D. 5G9 (or 571). The legend is given as follows by cue of their best historians. Tabari: “Thereupon came the birds of the sea in flocks, every one with three stones—in the claws two, and in the beak one: and they threw the rtones upon hem. Wherever one of the stones struck there arose an evil wound. And pustules all over. At that time the smallpox first appear ed and the bitter trees. The stones ; undid them wholly. Thereafter God I sent a torrent which carried them away and swept them into the sea.” Even one of the elephants, having ventured within the sacred inclosure, was struck by a stone and fell a vic tim to the smallpox. Among the bit ter plants which also appeared at that i date for the first time the rue and colcynth are especially mentioned.— I American Medicine. * New Words for “America” Air. “America.” All hall: Columbia grand. Our well beloved land.’ Whn.se> flag unfurled In majesty and might Calls with its starry Sight To all who love the Right. Throughout the world! Hark' From Atlantic shores. To where Pacific roars In ceaseless boom; From never-melting snows. To w here the orange grows, And lilies and the rose Forever bloom. Is heard the trampling hum Of thronging peoples come To bide with thee. Thy boundless plains to till. Draw wealth from every hill. And myriad cities fill With Industry. All! All. thy children true; Whatever climes they knew For Fatherlands. To thee, their Mother now. In loyal love they bow. Ami pledge with joyous vow. Their hearts and hands. • Thus Nature moves apace Building a mighty race But Just begun To form her latest born i he varied Drains and orafM From all the notions uruw'h She blends in one. Oh. Father of all good! Grant that with'mingling blood And blending soul. Perfecting Nature s art. Each nation may impart Its noblest traits of heart To crown the whole. ' * T» ’ f The love of God and truth, Valor, with gentle ruth Ever combined; Honor without a flaw. Justice, and reverent awe For Order throned on Uw In deepest mind. Bring in the Age of Gold. When in that perfect mould £11 men are run, Whose pattern form is shown In him who stands alone. The Man of Men—our own Great Washington! And in those glorious hours. Wh’n from their thrones all powers Of Wrong are buried, fobimhia! Still on high 1’plift thy stars to sky! Goddess of Liberty. Lighting the World! —Front Advance Sheets of the Connecti cut Magazine. I If It be true that the present czar :>f Russia is lacking in courage, at least his ancestors have shown bra very at critical times. Alexander 1., the enlightened opponent of Napoleon, was a bravo soldier. At Auaterlitz the emperor exhibited high courage. He placed himself at the head of the fourth column of the allied army and constantly remained with the infantry du.ring the whole of the sanguinary conflict. When the fortune of the day turned to the side of the French the efforts of Alexander were most con spicuous. Three times, at the head of his guards, he charged the enemy and by hts galantry not only secured the retreat of the remainder of the allied army, but recaptured the greater part of the Russian artillery. Nicholas 1.. at the moment of his ac cession. was called upon to face a formidable military revolt in St. Petersburg In favor of the abdicated heir. Constantine. On the first day of Plainsman’s Retort. A year or so ago, when President Roosevelt was making a trip through the West, each town he passed through made some demonstration in honor of the event. The citizens of one town, where the train schedule compelled the President to remain eight or nine hmirs, decided to make a holiday of It when Mr. Roosevelt ar rived. They arranged a series of speeches, horse races, rope throwing and broncho busting. The best talent of the countryside was on hand, and each contributed his share of the en tertainment. One of the cowboys was mounted on an especially ill-tempered beast. He caught the President’s fancy on account of his daring and ability. After doing his “stunt" he was intro duced to the chief executive, who i his reign he encountered a detach ment of insurgents. “Good day, my children,” he cried. ‘ Hurrah! Cc.i stantine!’ replied the soldiers. "Y* u have mistaken your road,” said Nicho las. coldly, pointing in another direc tion; “that is the way to join the trai tors. l.ater in the day the emperor openly defied the mutineers in front of his palace, till flnqjly. no peaceable efforts being of avail, he ordered the regiments which were faithful to him to tire. The revolt was soon sup pressed. Alexander II. was. to quote Archi bald Forbes, who saw much of him on active service, “a man of real, al though quiet and undemonstrative pluck.” Before the final tragedy he twice faced attempted assassination with great courage. His death was due to his refusal to leave the spot where unarehists had made a third ineffectual attack on him. While he lingered another bomb was thrown and he was killed. complimented him on his horseman ship. and inquired; "Do you ride all the time?” Every one within hearing roared when the plainsman replied, “No, I stop for meals.” Reed’s Ready Wit. “Col. Pete” Hepburn of Iowa is fond of telling how, during his early days In Congress, he once had occasion to consult Mr. Reed, then speaker, with a view to obtaining Reed’s advice as to a eulogy on a deceased colleague which Col. Hepburn had been selected to deliver. “Give me a general idea of what I shall say,” said the inexperienced Hepburn. “Say anything except the truth,” re sponded the witty Reed. “It’s cun; tomary!” From time to time many people have wondered what would be the ultimate fate of Whistler’s “Peacock Room,” one of the best known and least known of his works. Everybody has heard of it. but few have seen it. Its present fate is to be in the market. The “Peacock Room” was. of course, designed for, and to some extent in spite of, the late Frederick Richard Leyland. It developed out of the din ing room in his house in Prince’s Gate. A large part of this house had been decorated by Norman Shaw, with the assistance of another architect, named Jeckyll, and of Murray Marks. The dining room was entirely Jeckyll’s work. £ He designed a wooden ceilmg, with pendent lamps, and on the walls an elaborate shelving for the display of Mr. Leyland’s fine collection of ori ental china. This shelving was car ried out in walnut wood, and the pan els were fitted with brown Spanish leather decorated with small flowers. The leather alone cost £1.000. When Mr. Leyland bought Whist ler's “La Princesse du Pays de la Porcelaine,” which occupied a position of honor in the memorial exhibition at Boston, he placed it in a recess above the mantelpiece of his dining room; and here, so Whistler thought, the surroundings were not quite suit able to the picture. The leather was too dark and the flowers were too red. The interfered with the delicacy of his own tints. They were as vulgar fellows in a gra cious presence. So, with the owner's consent, the the superb panel of the two quarrel some peacocks—gold and silver on blue. Three splendid peacock de signs were placed upon the close 1 window shutters. Upon all the walls spread harmonies of gold and blue. Originally well proportioned, and suitably fitted with woodwork, the room became one of the most beauti ; ful rooms in the world. Possibly it is | the most beautiful room in the world. At any rate, it is unique. And id this unique state the “Princcsse” lived till Mr. Leyland died. She brought £411 at his sale in 1892. Then sh • discovered America. The room, however, kept on stay!: g just where it was, and only recently did it occur to somebody that it nik be possible to detach the deroratb from the actual structure of the walls Expert examination made this jxjs bility a certainty, and the “Peace. Room” was intrusted to Messrs. Er nest Brown and Phillips, of the Lei< ter galleries, Leicester square, for b: posal. They sold it to Messrs. Oba* of 168 New Bond street. Every panel, every scrap of hath* r every stick of wood was carefully do tached, wrapped up and numbered in its due relation to the whole. And T day, for the first time, any mem! - t of the general public who possesses half a crown and the improbable de sire to spend it on aesthetics may be hold the “Peacock Room," skillful 1> reconstructed, in Messrs. Obach's gal leries. All relative arrangements have been carried out with taste and judgment, and the exhibition will r main open for not less than a month and probably longer. „ •*V FAMOUS PANEL OF THE QUARRELSOME PEACOCKS. It refers to the quarrel between W histler and F. R. Leyland. The circu lar spots of silver and gold symbolize the Almighty Dollar. Whistler also designed the sideboard. artist set about lightening the one and reducing the other with touches of yellow, but at first only in a tenta tive way. Apparently, it was during the owner's absence from home that a complete scheme of decoration pre sented itself to the mind of the artist* and characteristically enough he did not seek the owner's consent before beginning the new work. Nearly thirty years have gone by since it all happened. Artist and owner we dead, and it is difficult to know just what each said to the other when they next met. Much gossip may be read about the matter in the Whistler books. It is certain that there were dis agreements. It is certain <hat as a consequence of these Whistler intro duced into his decoration a symbolic representation of the Almighty Dol lar, for there it is to be seen to-day. All Che decorations seem to have been carried out by Whistler with on ly one assistant, and to have been completed in little more than six months—a remarkable achievement. . The brown leather became a deep, j rich, greenish blue—the peacock blue. , The red flowers faded quite away. Woodwork was lacquered. Flat spaces were gilded. Gold got into the hair of the busy decorators. Gold covered their faces. Paint dropped into their eyes. But on they worked, Whistler now bent upon the floor, now on a scaffolding, now in a hammock slung from the roof, and using sometimes a brush fastened to the end of a fishing rod. Confronting the “Princesse,” above a sideboard which Whistler probabl} designed himself, and spreading near ly across the cud of the room, cauid The place of the “Princesse du Pays de la Percelaine” is at present occu pied by a mirror. If thiS room could be secured for America, and if the “Princesse” could be restored to her throne room, designed by a great art ist in defiance of all social conven tions, for the sole purpose of display ing her beauty, future generations would be grateful.—New York Sun. Women as Witnesses. The curious case heard before Judge Smyly last week, in which two middle-aged women of evident intel ligence swore to t^o directly opposite stories, suggests the question whether women make reliable witnesses The late Lord Chief Justice Russell de clared once that where no question of prejudice wa^ concerned a woman's evidence was more valuable than a man's. There is no doubt that in noticing small matters of detail wom en are much quicker than men ami have a much better memory, but they are strongly apt to be influenced by prejudice. During the trial of Can ham Reed, the South End murderer, one of the witnesses, an old woman of more than sixty, swore to the iden tity of the prisoner, although she ad mitted that she had only seen him once in her life—six months previous —when he passed her hurriedly on a country road at 10 o’clock on a No vember evening. She declared that she recognized him by the flash of his eye. Such minute evidence as this no man living would venture to give, even in a civil action, much less when a human being’s life was at stake.— Tatler, London, Eng. Borrowing to Make Money. The president of a corporation capi talized at $130,000,000 was growling to a multi about the difficulty of raising money for the expansion of corporate business. “Borrow it,” said the multi. “I don't like to borrow," returned the president, “and I don’t want to issue new bonds or stock.” “I repeat it, borrow! I am borrowing all the tijie. I am always short of funds and in or der to carry on my affairs am obliged to borrow. If I did not borrow I should lose many a good thing that comes the way of ready cash. Why, last year I borrowed heavily and I made over $2,000,000 that I never should have made except for its rowing.” Plea for Toleration. Are not all true men that live, or that ever lived, soldiers of the same army, enlisted under heaven’s cap taincy, to do battle against the same enemy—the empire of darkness and wrong? Why should we mlsknow one another, fight not against the enemy, hut against ourselves, from mere dif ference of uniform?—Carlyle. Tip !?.;fr-r*7*ts X- ...... Wage Workers in Bohemia Land. In Bohemia every wage-worker, of whatever sex or age. must have a “work book.” which contains his per sonal description and history and his employer’s indorsements. Permission to travel in search of work must be in dorsed by the focal authorities. In changing locations a certificate from original place of residence must be se cured and filed at the new location. This work book, therefore, becomes a passport, exhaustive in Its way it must be produced and recorded at each new location and permission to leave the country must be specially stated. Too Riaky to be Popular. A story comes of a man who dm spondent over his failing mentality at tempted to commit suicide by shorn! Ing himself In the head. He still Hves and his mind is now clear. The bub ELt°,th0 Physicians, dis lodged a blood clot on the brain due to an Injury received while stopping a runaway horse. This cure for lunacy Is. however, not likely to become pom ulsr. U la too risky. ^ __