AFITTE /
BY ARY DEVEREUX
WTH illustrations by DON C. WILSON
CCopyrrgfit, /9oa, by l/fffe, Sronn, anrf CcrT/zyy)
C4V PexrKK/J
CHAPTER VIII.
Captain Stanley, who had returned
lo the ballroom, wended his way
Amongst the dancers, his progress im
peded by some fair lady who greeted
him graciously—often eagerly, and
forced him to pause for an interchange
of vapid nothings. He then visited
all the apartments open to guests,
until he was convinced that the count
had kept his daughter at home, for
better protection against further inter
course with the handsome suitor he
had rejected so sornfully that same
afternoon.
But English love, like other love,
laughs at the barriers a stubborn par
ent may seek to interpose; and Count
de Cazeneau’s decision was not calcu
lated to discourage so strong-willed a
man as Captain Edward Stanley.
He had acceded to his sweetheart’s
wishes by going, in proper form, to
her father; and the matter having
culminated as the lovers had feared,
nothing was left but an elopement, for
which, in view of the count’s probable
refusal, all the plans had been ar
ranged.
< It was shortly after midnight when
a tall man, enveloped in a long cloak,
and followed closely by a stalwart
negro, who bore a sizable bundle upon
his shoulders, looked toward the bril
liantly lighted windows of Count de
Cazeneau’s house, whose inmates were
evidently celebrating, after the cus
tomary fashion, the New Year’s ad
vent. He paused a moment in front
of the rambling, low-built dwelling,
and then passed on, muttering words
which were scarcely a benediction
upon its owner.
After a walk of some twenty min
utes, the man and his silent follower
climbed the low wall that bounded the
count's domain, and, with the night
wind rustling the denuded cotton
stalks about them, struck ofT across
the broad fields until they reached
saw the craft pulled cautiously up
stream by the strong arms of Tate,
the faithful slave, with the maid.
Barbe, on the seat behind him, while
in Its farthest end were the two who
for love’s sake, had cast aside all for
mer life and broken all ties.
For Roselle, these were the ties of
Stanley those of honor; for he had
filial love duty, and for Captain
deserted his command and was flying
to the wilderness farther north, to—
for the time at least—hide, witji his
new-found dream, amongst the friend
ly Choctaw Indians, where he could
count upon reasonable security lrom
pursuit
And the woman, trusting him im
plicitly. faced an unknown world—
faced it fearlessly and undoubtingiy,
seeing naught but the dawn of a per
fect and fulfilled love, that yielded to
this man its uttermost depths of pas
sion.
As for him, the loved one, thia was
by no means his first experience of
the sort; but he was honest, at least,
in believing himself to be in earnest.
And so he held her close, as they
sat side by side, his cloak about them
both, and her head pillowed over his
heart, while the slave’s oars pulled
the boat swiftly, their rhythmic dip.
or the occasional cry of a loon, being
the only sounds besides the rippling
w ater to break the silence.
• • * * *
On New Year’s Jay I^aro left New
Orleans for France; and when, seven
months later, he sailed away from
Toulon, bound for the coast of Bar
bary, with him were Jean and Pierre
Lafitte.
The purposes of this story require
but a general reference to Jean La
fitte's life during the fifteen years
which ensued after he left the country
of his birth, and linked his fortunes
into those of Laro.
He was then a lad of fifteen. And,
until he arose above the consequences
r He held her close, as they sat side by .side.
the edge of some woods that rose, a
dark boundary line, at one side of the
lonely plantation.
Here they paused, and looked to
where, quite a distance away, the
flames of two huge bonfires showed
many fantastic figures—those of the
slaves, who were, like irresponsible
children, celebrating after the manner
of their race, the brief respite from
labor accorded tnem by their exact
ing master.
The baying of a hound from the
slave-quarters was heard, faint, but
clear, and the suggestive notes appear
ed to bring disquiet to the man's dus
ky follower, for he began to move rest
lessly. and glance about with manifest
apprehension, while he drew closer to
his master, who now, wheeling about
pushed on into the wfood.
He went forward with a confidence
showing that he was on not unfamiliar
ground; and a few steps brought the
two to a small clearing, where the
semi-darkness was made a little more
cheerful by a flickering of red light,
coming through the chinks of the
closed door, as well as from the un
curtained window, of a small cabin.
A fire lit the interior, which w»«
deserted, save for a small, raggedly
clad urchin of ten, whose black arms
and legs seemed to have outgrown
their scanty clothing.
“Where is Zeney?’ inquired the of
ficer, after glancing about the cabin.
The boy stared with fright at his
questioner, looming so far above him
in the firelight, which struck gleam
ings from the breast of the uniform,
where a slight parting of the cloak
folds revealed scarlet and gold.
“Are you deaf, you black monkey?
Where is Zeney, I say.’’ Captain Stan
ley repeated impatiently.
‘Grarny? She’s done gone t’ keep
New Y'ar's,” stammered the little
negro, rising cautiously to his naked
feet and backing away from the of
ficer's stern eyes.
The later now understood how Ze
ney, having—although reluctantly—
given, through the late afternoon, such
aid as was in her power to the carry
ing out of her young mistress’ plans
for an elopement, had then betaken
herself to the bonfires, where, appear
ing to join in the festivities of her
fellow slaves, she would be less likely
to fall under her master's suspicion?
when his daughter’s flight should be
discovered. But her cabin was at the
officer's service: and this was of great
er importance than the presence of
Zeney herself.
A rustling made Captain Stanley
turn quickly, and a new light came to
his face as his eyes fell upon a shroud
ed girlish figure standing in the door
way. with a taller woman’s form be
hind her.
Down upon the river, hidden away
under the overhanging bank, amid the
sedges and other water growth, was a
commodious boat that had been
stored with all things needful for the
flight. The elopers and their servants
were soon aboard, and only the stars
his heedless youth had imposed upon
his better self, his life was passed
ashore and afloat, as best served the
immediate interests at stake; at
times taken up by the cares and re
sponsibilities of ligitimate business, at
times passed amid scenes of wildest
adventure and deadly peril. He.
while growing to manhood, alternated
between the counting-room and the
quarter-deck, associating now with
men of probity and position, and
again with desperadoes and cut
throats.
During this period. I.aro—known in
New Orleans as Don Morales de Cas
tro—was in connection with Count de
Cazeneau and other more or less
prominent men. engaged in various
speculative schemes, some of them be
ing within the law, and others outside
of it. The former included ventures
in trading, mining and timber-cutting,
whlist among the latter were smug
gling and slave-trading. These opera
tions involved the ownership of many
vessels, together with the employment
of many men. and, taken as a whole,
they were very successful.
Smuggling and slave-trading had
always been within the line of Laro's
occupations, and they were matters
to which he gave his personal atten
tion. making many voyages to and
from the French and African coasts.
Then latterly, in addition to his
other nefarious pursuits, and under
cover of letters of marque issued by
one or another of the newly formed
South American republics, he preyed
lawlessly upon whatever commerce
came within his reach.
His own brigantine, the “Black
Petrel.” was of remarkable speed,
heavily armed (ostensibly for its own
protection), and carried a crew con
taining outcasts from all nations, but
skilful sailors and brave fighters. If
they captured a ship flying the flag of
a hostile country, the prize wa.;, ac
cording to circumstances, taken into
port for condemnation or destroyed at
once But, whatever might be the
nationality of a richly laden vessel en
countered by the “Black Petrel. ’ the
| colors it flew had but little effect in
deciding its fate, or that of its crew.
In all these various schemes Lafitto
was an interested party: and, in ear
lier years, he had been an actual par
I ticipant in prosecuting some of them,
his ability and skill being such that,
while still under twenty, he became
Laro’s trusted lieutenant, upon whom
devolved all duties to which the for
mer was unable or inadequate to give
his personal attention.
The tall, handsome lad of Langue
doc, Paris and Toulon had developed
into a man possesing rare gifts of per
son and mind, together with a store
of energy and resource which would
ha-e won success in any avenue of
life. Himself a stranger to personal
fea", he was quick to recognize brav
ery in anovher, and his chivalrous na
ture was never unresponsive to ap
peals from his less fortunate fellows.
Such was Jean I afitte at thir*y. and
_
such, in Diief, bad been his life during
this period—one so filled «rith events
and adventures as to make his earlier
j years, and the actors in them, more
or less dim, according as they bad
fixed themselves upon the receptive
element of his nature.
Even Laro, the bluff and picturesque
sailor who had exerted so strong an
influence upon the lad wrhen they met
at Le Chien Heureux, was hardly rec
ognizable in the crafty and unscrupu
lous adventurer with whom later
years had made him so familiar, and
with whom he was now forced to be
in such close contact.
As for Bonaparte, he had become
Napoleon, the monarch to whom
crowns were baubles, and thrones
were playthings; who had recast the
continent of Europe, and opened a
new chapter in the history of France.
Jean had received no word from him
after the letter delivered by the
hands of Pere Huot; and grievous
had been the boy’s disappointment as
the months passed without bringing
any sign of remembrance from the
man who was the one greatest love
of his life.
But his was a strong and healthful
nature—buoyant and vibrant; and, as
the time went by, the acute edge of
his grief had been worn away, to be
succeeded by a feeling akin to apathy.
He had been forsaken by him whom
he loved; and, accepting this as a
fact, he had relinquuished every hope
of a future reunion.
All this had its natural effect; and,
coUpled as it was with a vague but
unchanging determination to follow
the career of adventure which had
been his boyish purpose in life, the
personality of Bonaparte became less
and less real, until all that remained
was a love which was in itself large
ly an abstraction.
Margot was still a reality to him be
cause of her representing so much of
motherly care, and by reason of her
ever manifested love, of which he had
found much to remind him in the un
obtrusive loyalty and devotion of
Pierre.
The latter was now the only tangi
ble tie connecting Jean Lafitte with
his boyhood—big-hearted, brave Pierre,
sluggish in thought, but sound of
judgment and clear of purpose; strong
of arm and mighty in action, who now,
as ever, stood at the sid« of his foster
brother. He had, some two years be
fore, abandoned his sea-faring life,
and, in partnership with Jean, estab
lished a large smithy at New Orleans,
where the firm of Lafitte Brothers had
become well and # favorably known
through the work turned out by their
skilled slaves.
(To be continued.)
FAULT OF THE DIALECT.
Colored Man Good Oarsman. Though
He Couldn’t “Ro'.”
While on a trip through the sparsely
settled districts of Georgia a North
erner hired a colored native to guide
him across country to his destination.
Reaching the banks of a swift-flowing,
unbridged stream, the Northern man
spotted a boat moored at the edge,
and asked the negro if he could row.
“Ro’. boss? No, suh, Ah kain t ro’,
nohow.'*
“Well, how can I get across, then?
There isn’t any bridge.”
“W’y. boss. Ah’ll take yo’ acrost in
no time in that ’ere punt,” answered
the negro.
“But I thought you said you couldn’t
row?"
“No, suh. Ah kain t ro’,” answered
Sambo, rolling his eyes in ludicrous
astonishment; “but Ah kin git yo’,
acrost de ribber all right, suh.”
The Northerner with some trepida
tion and considerable curiosity
stepped into the boat, and the negro
rowed him swiftly and surely over the
turbulent stream to the other side,
proving himself an experienced oars
man.
“Why. Sambo, what did you mean
by lying to me?” asked the perplexed
traveler. “I thought you said you
couldn't row a boat?”
Sambo opened his mouth In a grin
so wide that he appeared to whisper
in his own ear as he replied: “W’y,
boss. Ah suah thought you meant ro'—
ro like a lion!”—N. T. Tribune.
WAS NOT HIS AUDIENCE.
I Alarm of Popular Entertainer Entirely
Unnecessary.
George Grossmith, Jr., the English
actor and son of the popular entertain
er, tells with great enjoyment this
little anecdote:
The elder Grossmith was due at a hall
in London at 9 o'clock one evening to
deliver one of his inimitable “talks-’
before a large audience. His train
had been delayed, and the start from
his hotel was made at an hour that
would bring him and his son, who
accompanied him. to their destination
about a half-hour after the time ad
vertised for his appearance.
It was with considerable mental
discomfort that the entertainer, whose
ideas of the virtue of promptness are
unusual, viewed the streets from the
cab window, anxiously scanning the
passing buildings for a sight of the one
in which his audience doubtless was
impatiently awaiting him.
At last a brilliantly lighted edifice
was brought into view, from whose
open doors a stream of people was
pouring. Terrible thought: the audi
ence had grown tired of waiting and
was leaving!
Without ordering the driver to stop.
Grossmith. Sr., sprang from the cab
and rushed into the thick of the crowd,
raising his arms imploringly, and
shouting: “Go back! Go back! I am
here. I was delayed. Grossmith is
here!-’
The building, how-ever, proved to bo
a chQrch from which the congrega
tion was issuing after early service;
aad shortly, after an embarrassed re
treat. Grossmith found his audience in
a hall a square beyond, awaiting his
arrival with a commendable lack ot
impatience.—Chicago Record-Herald.
Tame Hen Good Layer. *
One of the sights at the University
of Maine these days is Prof. Gowc’J’s
pet hen. The bird is not admired be
cause of her looks, but because of her
laying proclivities, she being credited
with the authorship of exactly 251
eggs during the past twelve months.
The bird Is of the Plymouth Rock
family, and Prof. Gowell Is now busy
tracing the ins and outs of her blue
blooded ancestry.
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—T . r. ! '• --v- . -i ' - :
My Three Callers.
Wealth’s shadow once fell on my door,
Foretelling bliss and gifts galore;
But I with dreams and rhymes that day
Was busy. So he went away.
Then Fame, with an electric shock.
Gave to my door a seeming knock;
But I still wedded was to art.
And let my lofty guest depart.
At last, grown wise as years went by.
X saw one other hovering nigh;
'Twas Love, who caught me in his ret.
Where I am held, and happy yet.
—Joel Benton in the September Woman's
Home Companion.
NEWS OF THE LABOR WORLD.
Items of Interest Gathered from Many
Sources.
Workers in sugar plantations in
southern California will shortly be
organized.
Journeymen Tailors’ International
Union will hold a convention in
Bloomington, 111., during the month
of January.
The third annual convention of the
International Hod Carriers and Build
ing Laborers’ Union of America will
meet in Minneapolis, beginning Jan. 1,
1905.
Over fifty of the sixty-five national
and international unions connected
with the American Federation have
as their chief officials American-born
men.
The International Brotherhood of
Book Binders will hereafter publish
an official organ direct, and the of
fice of publication may be in Chi
cago.
An appeal has been made to the
striking mill girls of Fall River, Mass.,
by the Woman s trade Union league of
Boston to enter household work in
that city.
The labor unions of Los Angeles,
Cal., have purchased several building
lots in the heart of that city, and are
about to begin the erection of a $50,
000 labor temple.
The Cigarmakers’ union was the
first labor organization to advocate an
eight hour day. This union succeeded
in establishing it on May 1, 1886, and
it has been in force constantly ever
since.
Labor unions are slowly making
their way into Mexico. The larger
railroad brotherhoods have lodges in
that country, and the machinists and
others are now following in their
wake.
The Order of Railway Conductors
each year sets aside a day that is ob
served as memorial day, on which its
dead members are remembered. The
graves of such are visited, flowers
placed upon them and addresses are
delivered.
There is a movement on foot to
have the cigar-makers, garment work
I ers, hatters, shirt waist and laundry
workers and boot and shoe workers
join hands and each subscribe an
equal amount and keep several label
agitators on the road, visiting trade
unions and other organizations advo
cating these labels.
D. F. Kennedy, general organizer of
the American Federation of Labor for
the State of Indiana, discussing the
labor situation the other day, said the
trade unionists of the Hoosier State
were enjoying peace and harmony.
The fact that crops this year were
plentiful was cited as an indication
that employment would be good in
the coming winter.
The labor secretaries at Fall River,
Mass., acting under the instructions
of the Textile council issued a signed
appeal to the cotton mill strikers bear
ing on the proposed attempt of the
manufacturers to reopen the mills.
The appeal advises the operatives to
remain away from the mills and show
by their conduct that they are deter
mined not to return to work until an
honorable settlement is effected.
Hannah Monroe, president of the
Washwomen's union of Richmond. Va.,
has issued an address to her sisters
of the tub and washboard throughout
the South. She urges washwomen to
I organize against their “oppressors,”
the “heathen Chinee.” She says the
male Chinamen, instead of “doing
men's work,” are driving the honest
and poorly paid colored women from
their natural calling of laundry work.
Hannah Monroe, it is said, was born a
slave. She threatens to become the
Carrie Nation of1 the washwomen’s
movement and begin a series of raids
against the offending Chinamen.
A well-known writer on trade union
subjects has been doing some figuring
which he used in the following man
ner: A conservative estimate of the
number of organized wage-earners
and the amount they earn—and of
necessity spend—shows in a truly
startling manner the tremendous pow
er they could wield if their wages
were always spent after they had giv
en due thought to their best inter
ests. Taking the 2,250,000 members
of trade unions, and basing their
wages at $1.50 per day for 300 days
in the year, we find that this gives
them a purchasing strength of $1,012,
500,000 per year. This sum—so great
that it is difficult and well-nigh im
possible to appreciate its influence—if
used to Dav rent for hnmps hunt hv
union labor and in purchasing the ne
cessities of life, that were manufac
tured or procured by organized work
men, would soon work a revolution in
every industry in the land.
Formal notice that the charter of
the Chicago Federation of Labor had
been revoked and that the organiza
tion was expelled from the American
Federation of Labor was given to Sec
retary E. N. Noekels by telegraph, To
comply with the instructions of the
executive council the federation will
bo obliged to expel from membership
the Chicago locals of steamfltters’ and
Franklin union, No. 4, of pressfeeder3.
The pressmen claim jurisdiction over
the pressfeeders and the plumbers
over the steamfltters. It was at the
instance of these two organizations
that the Chicago Federation of Labor
was expelled from membership in the
national body.
A contest is expected in Congress
next winter, waged by the labor men
of the Pacific coast, for legislation
to protect seamen from the importa
tion of Chinese crews on American
vessels. Recently the Pacific Mail
steamship Siberia brought in a crew
of 270 cooliea, destined for CAa new
steamship Manchuria, which recently
arrived at San Francisco from Nor
folk, Va., where it was built. The
coolies escape arrest and deportation
on the technicality that there is no
actual landing of the Chinese in the
United States, and therefore the con
tract labor law is not violated. It fol
lows, of course, that the decks of
these American steamships are no
longer regarded as American soil.
The Central Labor Union of Indian
apolis is receiving no end of praise
on its recent change of the constitu
tion, in which it embodied a proposi
tion to do away with an old method
of raising funds for the tributary or
ganizations by publishing souvenir
pamphlets, advertising for which is
solicited from business men. The ar
gument advanced that such solicita
tion is an imposition on merchants is
undoubtedly correct. If the demand
for this advertising were confined to
the labor union souvenirs little ob
jection could be raised, for these pam
phlets are, after all, not burdensome
ly numerous. They form but a small
fraction of the booklets and other tran
sient publications in which business
men are urged to take advertising
I space.—Chicago Record-Herald.
For years the farmer has been
counted upon as being on the side op
posed to trade unions, and until with
in the last few years he undoubtedly
was. Understanding little of the con
ditions. and knowing nothing of the
aims, objects and purposes of labor
organizations, the farmer was easily
misled by the unfair attacks upon la
bor organizations into bitterly oppos
ing them. Now the fanner is begin
ning to realize that his interests and
the interests of other laboring men
are identical. He is no longer misled
by the statement that he is a “capi
talist” and in the same class with the
so-called “captains of industry.” So
far has his education progressed along
this line that throughout the south
west and in Illinois there are to-day
a large number of farmers’ unions.
The immigration authorities have
taken steps to block the landing of
300 Belgian glassworkers, who are
coming to this country to take the
places of American workmen who are
on strike against a 25 per cent reduc
tion in wages. W. S. Phillips of Cleve
land, Ohio, president of the Amalga
mated Association of Window Glass
workers, is responsible for the recep
tion these men will receive. A few
days ago he received a letter to the
effect that the men were coming, and
he at once notified immigration in
spectors in Baltimore, New York and
Philadelphia, where vessels land,
bringing Europeans to this country.
When these glassworkers try to land
they will have to answer a severe
cross-examination. If it can be prov
en that they are coming here under
contract they will be sent back.
Lake seamen anticipate trouble
when navigation opens next season.
Rumors that have been spread along
the chain of lakes that vessel owners
next season will adopt some method
of ascertaining as much as possible
of the antecedents of their employes.
It is said a list of questions will be
presented to every man applying for
a position on a vessel, and only after
he has given satisfactory replies over
bis signature will the applicant stand
a chance of getting a position on a
boat. Seamen profess to see in this
a move to disrupt their organization,
and say that a similar system had
been put in operation two or three
years ago, but was abandoned at the
time, after a violent protest by the
lake seamen. A similar protest will
be made at this time as soon as it is
known along what lines the project is
to be carried out.
An automatic packing machine has
been invented in Paris. “By means
of this apparatus, which is almost
human in its action,” says the Scien
tific American, “it is possible to fash
ion the package, charge it and then
seal it. ready for transit. The appli
ance is a combination ot a weighing
machine and a packer. First the ma
chine cuts off the requisite length of
lead, paper, or whatever is utilized for
the envelopes, from a continuous trav
eling band, pastes and tolds into
shape, leaving the mouth of the bag
open. The package then passes along,
stopping in its passage for a moment
to receive its contents of tea, sugar
or cereals through a funnel. It makes
another forward movement, and an
electric pressure piston comes into
action and rams down the contents to
the minimum volume. By a further
series of operations the bag is shaken
into shape, pressed, and the ends are
folded down, pasted, and then labeled.
Not once during the operation is the
bag or its contents touched by hands.
The inventor has been engaged for
three years upon the device. When
perfected it will perform the work of
seventy people and complete the
whole cycle of operations at a speed
of forty packages per minute, thus ef
fecting remarkable saving in time and
expense.” •
The report of Chief Roderick of the ;
department of mines for the state of
Pennsylvania for the year 1903 is full
of interesting information concerning
an industry which is of importance to
the whole country. He reports that
Lackawanna county produced 17,898,
333 tons of coal out of a total produc
tion of 67,171.951 for the year. This
was exceeded by only one county, Lu
zerne, which produced 24.891.390 tons.
The mining industry in Lackawanna
county furnished employment to 37,470
persons. The average number of days
the colleries of the entire anthracite
region were in operation was 211,
while the average number of working
days in this county was only 189. In
the first four inspection districts the
number of lives lost was 134. The to
tal number of lives lost in the anthra
cite region was 518. Falls of root
caused 210 of the fatal accidents.
There is a vast amount of other inter
esting information in Mr. Roderick's
report, which shows that the mining
industry continues to retain its place i
of importance among the gainful oc
cupations of Pennsylvania and that it '
has not lost any of its dangers tor ,
those who engage in it.
“Henry, love, is your will made?”
“Yes.”
“Have you put on your shirt of
mail?”
“Yes.”
And jauntily pinning on his placard,
“I am not drunk; my skull may be
fractured,” the modern citizen of a
great city started for business.
HIS DEBUT.
The summer girl may have her day,
We know it to our cost;
But at our windows now we see
The winter man—Jack Frost.
Knicker—Jones has a scheme to
offer Japan.
Bocker—What is it?
Knicker—To strew banana peelings
around Port Arthur so as to hasten
the fall.
VALUE.
We often discover,
A? likely as not,
A chip in the pocket's
Worth two in the pot.
Methuselah was observed to
chuckle.
“Just thinking how I fooled that
insurance agent when I bought my an
nuity,” he explained.
With a light heart he went off to
celebrate his 400th birthday.
AUTUMN.
How Nature's workings harmonize!
We see it everywhere, %
For now' she grows chrysanthemums
To match the football hair.
The Man Who Shook Hands With
George Washington sighed dismally.
“To think,” he muttered, “that at
this late day I should be knocked out
by the man who bought the first Sub
way ticket!”
Reflecting on the perishableness of
fame he sadly hobbled away.
“Yes,” remarked the fair lady, “the
marriage knot is exactly like my shoe
%
lace. When there is an eligible man
around it simply won't stay tied.”
And for still another trip she con
sulted the time table to South Dakota.
ON THE GRIDIRON.
Let captains of armies and fleets
Betake themselves now' to the rear;
Let captains of industries vast
No more in the foreground appear.
Now others, and greater, have come.
Whose glory is Ailing the sphere;
We worship true heroes again—
The captains of football are here,
WHEN LIPS MEET LIPS.
A sweet Hippopotamus Miss
Allowed to her lover a kiss; .
From the size of the twain,
It is certainly plain
There couldn’t have been bigger
bliss.
David had just flung the pebble at
Goliath.
“Anyway,” remarked the giant, “my
funeral will be cheap. I have a nice
stone at my head already.”
With this cheerful view of the mat
ter he thereupon expired.
THE WAY OF IT.
'Tis love that makes the world go
round,
For me and for my neighbor:
And when he strikes, we fill his place
With Mammon's unskilled labor.
Knicker—Somebody says architec
ture is frozen music.
Bocker—Great Scott, think of a
Wagner flat!
A TRIBUTE.
To what shall I compare her charms?
I cannot call my girl a rose;
Nay, Bridget is an autumn leaf—
She paints things red before she
goes.
SOUNDS.
Though from its native element
It may long have been free.
The shell will hold within iti depth?
The murmur of the sea.
The shell game has its music, too;
However far away.
It still will hold for one to hear
The murmur of the jay.
—McLand burgh Wilson in New
York Press.
LICORICE WOOD A ROOT.
The Foundation of a Very Pretty and
Dainty Plant.
Pretty nearly $2,000,000 worth of
licorice is used up in this country
every year from the lands bordering
on the Mediterranean. Most people
think that licorice is made from the
wooden twigs and branches of a tree.
But in reality the licorice wood is the
root of a very pretty, dainty plant,
which has beautifully shaped leaves
that are colored bright green on one
side and pale silver green on the oth
er. The licorice plant is a perennial,
and in England, where they are trying
to make an industry of raising it, the
experimenters plant it in rows be
tween cabbages and potatoes. In the
Mediterranean and oriental countries
great plantations are given up to it al
together. The licorice plant throws
out immensely fleshy roots, full of
jdice when they are fresh. They
spread and burrow far into the earth,
and a good, big hole has to oe dug O
get them out. The licorice wood, as
we see it here, represents only about
half the original weight and size of
the root, for fully 50 per cent of the
juice is lost in drying it. Therefore
the licorice dealers are getting to be
more and more in favor of squeezing
the juice of the roots on the spot and
then shipping this extract.
Emigrants Leaving Spain.
Emigrants are leaving Spain so rap
idly that the municipal councils of
Madrid. Valencia and Vigo have decid
ed to address the government on the
subject It is pointed out that thou
sands of acres of land are going out
of cultivation owing to this cause, and
there is also a serious loss being
caused to the country by the depart
ure of skilled artisans. Hardly a ship
leaves a Spanish port which does not
: carry a large number of emigrants,
who are making their way chiefly to
the Central and South American
states.
Camphor Advised for Piano.
“Now,” said the tuner, when he had
finished tuning the piano, “you ought
to put some camphor in the piano.”
“Camphor?” said the owner of the
instrument.
“Yes,” said the tuner, “to keep the
moths out. Moths get into pianos, as
they do into closets and elsewhere,
and here they feed on the felt cover
ings of the hammers, eating away
their surfaces, and so impairing their
effect. What you want is a couple of
camphor balls, each in a little bag of
cheese cloth, hung inside the piano,
one at either side.”
Growing Tobacco in Ireland.
Although it is illegal to grow tobac
co in the British Isles. Col. Everard.
with the permission of the chancellor
of the exchequer, has been experi
menting at Randalstown, county
Meath, and it is said that there is
quite good hope of a new industry
being found for Ireland in this branch
of culture. Prof. J. N. Harper of the
University of Kentucky, an expert on
the weed, declares that the crop is as
good as anything that Kentucky and
Virginia can grow. The moisture of
the Irish climate is claimed to be ad
mirable for tobacco growing, and the
Erqerald Isle also affords plenty of
the right kind of soil.—London Globe.
Familiar Names in Congress.
Some investigator with a good deal
of leisure time at his disposal claims
to have found that eighteen men
named Smith ran for congress in the
last election, including eight members
who tried to succeed themselves.
There were eight Browns and six
Joneses on the list. Official records
show that altogether there were 1,011
candidates for congress.
AUTHOR S DAUGHTER ON STAGE.
Ethel Bret Harte Forced to Earn Liv
ing in Concerts.
Miss Ethel Bret Harte, the daughter
of the famous writer of early Cal ifor
nia life, has decided to devote herself
to concert work. Although Bret Harte
made large profits from his writings
and won a success which seldom
comes to a writer as early as it did
to him, he left his family in very
straitened circumstances, and if it
were not for the many stanch friends
in the American colony in London
Mrs. Bret Harte would often find It
difficult to make both ends meet.
With her children she has made her
home in Bayswater ever since Bret
Harte's death. The family difficulties
have been complicated by threatened
loss of sight of one of the sons and
he has been sent to Switzerland in
the hope that a renowned oculist may
perform a successful operation..
Miss Bret Harte has had a long up
hill struggle in her work. She served
a stage apprenticeship with George
Edwards and D’Oyly Carte. She has
a soprano voice of excellent range and
sympathetic quality and her one de
sire is to bring it to greater perfec
tion. Her capacity for work seems
endless and her love of music is as
much of an incentive as the money
which she hopes to bring into the fam
ily purse. It is extremely difficult to
get a hearing on the concert stage in
London, where only the well-known
artists are invited to sing, but through
the influence of the friends of the
American author his daughter will
have every opportunity to make the
success which her friends anticipate.
Not Too Young.
One of the younger members of a
down town club was solicitously In
quiring the other day what steps he
should take in order to put up his in
fant son for membership, says the Chi
cago Inter Ocean.
“Aren’t you rather premature?" one
of his friends observed. “You say he’s
only a year old.”
“Yes, he's young yet,” was the an
swer. “but that's about the only time
to get him into a club nowadays. He's
too young to have made any enemies
or to attract any attention to himself.
Anybody's likely to be kept oqt of a
club according to a story I heard the
other day. A man who was objected
to could not for the life of him find
out who had objected and why. After
a great deal of trouble he discovered
that the objection to him came from
a man who had borrowed from him
the money to pay his way through
college. After that, what chance does
any man stand?"
Italy Wants National Hymn.
It is symptomatic of the age we live
in that a people unprovided, as the
Italians seem to be. with a national
anthem should seek to supply the need
by way of the familiar newspaper com
petition. The contest is open to all
Italians, and manuscripts are t,o be
submitted not later than Dec. 31, next.
It is stipulated that the “national
hymn” shall be “short, but full of ani
mation and thrill, popular in expres
sion. but artistic in spirit.” First
prize is a gold medal, and to every
competitor adjudged worthy of such
a distin#ion will be awarded a di
ploma of honor.
• A Victim of Money.
“De yuther day a man gimme a or
der on de bank.” said Brother Dick
ey, “en bless God, dey paid me off In
bran’ new money, dat shined en rus
tled lak a silk dress on & woman;
byt still I ain’t happy!”
"Looks like you wuld be?”
"No. suh! I don’t mind spendin*
money dat’s old en wrinkled, but dts
yer money is too new ter spend. Po*
me!”—Atlanta Constitution.