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CHAPTER IV.
An Important Clue.
For about a year Lang served his
apprenticeship under the instruction
of Denver. He became known as a
suspicious character, and his past was
raked up in great shape, not to his
credit to be sure. Through the proc
ess of appearing “flush” of money
one day and on “his uppers” the next
he got the reputation of being
"crooked.” or at least “sporty.” which
in some circles are considered synony
mous.
Lang one evening was strolling
down Clark street rather aimlessly,
swaggering as if under the influence
of strong drink, when he w'as ap
proached by a rather flashily dressed
man who demanded rather abruptly:
"If your name is Lang. I want to
speak with you.”
Louis did not start nor hesitate, his
year of schooling had prepared him
against surprises of this kind. There
was no known reason why he should
not admit that Lang was his true
name, but “instinct” warned him not
to be too ready to admit it. He had
followed Denver's advice and travel
ed under the alias of “Smith.” though
there had never been any attempt at
dropping his real identity, for that
character was absolutely necessary
to the case in band. “My name is
Smith—George Smith,” he answered
composedly.
The man shrugged his shoulders in
credulously. “You are acquainted with
Denver?” he asked.
Louis now recognized the question
er as Regan, the detective, against
whom he had been especially warned
by Denver. “Denver.” queried Lang,
as if trying to refresh his memory,
and his speech was varied now and
then by a half-suppressed hiccough.
“Seems to me I've heard the name
afore, see!”
“Well. Lang." continued Regan in a
positive tone, “Denver wants to see
you.”
“S-a-v. wot're you ’ookir.' fer?”
Louis flared us as if angry at Regan’s
persistence. “Didn't I just tell you me
name was Smith?” He stopped walk
ing. and with a half-fierce gesture
threw off the detective's hand, which
had been resting rather familiarly on
his arm, staggering backward as he
did so as if losing his balance. “D’ye
want to insult me?” It was a very
The twain entered the first saloon
they came to, which chanced to be
the same basement palace where Den
ver had met Lang. They took seats
at a convenient table and Louis or
dered the drinks. Regan had his back
turned toward the door (while Louis
faced the stairway) and did not notice
the entrance of a third party soon aft
erwards; but Lang did. and he thought
he recognized Denver, though that in
dividual was in disguise. A secret
signal given and answered soon
proved it true. Denver took a seat
in an obscure corner of the room,
within hearing distance, in Lang's but
out of the line of Regan's sight.
“I have noticed that on several oc
casions you have drawn money from
! the Madison bank on Jim Denver's
check!” said Regan, casting a bomb
in Louis’ camp.
For a moment Lot is was staggered:
he could see a shade of annoyance
pass over Denver’s face. Regan evi
dently knew more than either Lang or
Denver had supposed. “Oh. you have,
eh?” the young man blurted out, still
1 sparring for time, resolved now’ to at*
1 tempt to “pump” Regan in turn.
“What does he pay you for?” asked
| Regan leering at him through bleery
eyes.
“That would be telling—and if you
knew my graft it wouldn't be worth a
cent to me.”
The detective now realized now that
ho had a pretty shrewd antagonist to
deal with. Hints, would avail him lit
tle. but as be really nic! not know the
truth, that was all the bait he could
offer. “Perhaps I can tell you,” he
said as a leader.
“Perhaps >ou can,” acquiesced
j Lang.
| “For playing syv upon women
whom Den vet wtsi.e., t-> blackmail!”
“Phew!" whistled T rut., as if ac
knowledging that «uea the case.
“You accuse 'lim «»f blackmailing—
j what’s ti e inattet >nth my blackmail
ing him?” 1-ang .nc.de a very neat
play here. lie did no‘. refute nor as
sert anything.
“Yon want to throw me off! Be
sides you are not the only ‘kid’ draw
i ing Denver’s checks from the bank;
that I know, fo' » have seen his book.”
Louis was graiiJied to learn where
Regan got his information from,
j Hearing the news that Denver was
i employing others besides himself for
j a moment shook nis faith in Denver.
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“If your name is Lang, I want to speak to you.”
good example of drunken and offend
ed dignity.
‘ You're a good one," exclaimed the
detective in evident admiration. "But
it won’t work. I know you are Lang
and you may as well own up to it.
Jim is lying at the point of death and
wants to see you.’’
The mistake would have been costlv
had Louis acknowledged that he and
Denver were on friendly terms, that
there was a bond between them. Lang
Thought deeply, while apparently at
tempting to straighten himself up
from the position his drunken actions
had placed him "If Jim really wants
me. I will sea him later. But I must not
give myself away to this man under
any circumstances—leastwise our se
cret bond.” Satisfied that Regan
knew him in his double role of himself
^ and Smith, and also that he had been
recognized as a visitor in Denver s
office at least, he essayed to work a
dodge on him to throw him from the
scent. "Let the d-d scoundrel die!
What do 1 care!"
"So you admit you know him? You
are Lang, then?”
“I may be Lang, ana i may De
Smith, but it is as George Smith l
owe Jim Denver a grudge—and George
Smith never forgets a wrong! With
all his shrewdness, all his cunning,
Denver has never penetrated my dis
guise. D- him! I'll be even with
him yet, if he don't die too soon:"
Then* as if recollecting himself, he
suddenly asked, "Who are you."
“My name is Regan, and 1 am a de
tective,” the man admitted without
hesitation.
“And who is Regan?” asked Lang,
puzzling his brain to concoct some
story of a plausible nature to tell him
in reference to the “great wrong”
Ddone himself by Denver.
“I'm Denver’s side partner."
“Then what do you want of me?
You can bet that Denver don’t want to
“I want to find out why you go to
his office." Regan was candor itself.
Lang leered drunkenly. ‘Til not tell
you. You'll give it away. You and
Denver are too thick.”
“Oh, I’m no particular friend of Den
ver.” said the sleuth.
“Let's have a drink,” said Louis,
f looking around and noticing for the
first time that their stoppage in the
open street and their conversation not
4 being carried on in low tones, had nt
tracted considerable attention.
Regan had realized the same thing.
•‘Your are right, wre had better move
on"
He had given Jim the credit of being
an honest man. “Perhaps after all
Denver is playing a crooked game; but
I will not believe him treacherous on
the evidence of such a man as Regan.
He pays my expenses regular; he has
never asked me to do a ’dirty' trick
yet; he has made physically a new
man of me, and if nothing more, res
cued me from the gutter.” Then to
carry out his part before Regan he
said:
“You may he right about Denver
1 carrying on an outside business, but
I’m not in it, see! Denver pays me a
certain sum of money every month
just to keep my mouth shut, and that
' is all there is about it.”
“What’s to hinder me from running
you in?”
‘What can you prove? You know
nothing.”
“Well, you are not much afraid of
me.” exclaimed Regan, with a threat
ening gesture.
During the conversation the two had
drunk quite freely of beer. Louis,
though apparently the worse for liquor
before he met Regan, was far from
being intoxicated even now; his bratn
J was as clear as a bell. Regan on the
| contrary, was quite under- the influ
i ence, for he had no sleep the night
I before and had been drinking heavily
| for several hours; it w’as only with a
struggle that he managed to keep from
going to sleep.
“Why should I be.” asked Lang
, “You admit that Denver is not a
friend of yours. Being only a private
! detective, you can only send me into
I your private sweatbox. where your
enemy would release me.” .
“Who said anything about my being
| an enemy of Jim’s?”
“You just said so! You would ruin
him if you coukl.”
‘So I would, the d-d police
hound!”
“Ough!” said Louis, to himself,
“this police officer talks against his
kind—he speaks like a thief! This
man is either playing me for a fool to
trap me, or else is not an honest man.
I am glad that Denver is here to hear
the declaration.” Aloud he said.
‘Why don’t you ruin him?”
“I'd do it quick enough if I got the
chance! But he is too d-d honest
to give me an opening.”
This admission war' a rel'ef to
Louis. If Denver was an honest man,
then everything wras all right so far as
their compact was concerned. “You
are smarter than I am, yet I have
found—”
Louis was dan sling the tempt:
bait before the uungry fish's eyes,
and when about to give a nibble the
tempting morsel was withdrawn.
“Have found what?” Regan brighten
ed up from his half-drunken lethargy.
Louis saw an opening to hurl some
hot shot; he was himself astonished
at the mere thought of it. “Nothing,”
he said exasperatingly. “But I have
have come to the conclusion. Regan,
that you wouldn’t arrest a thief even
if you caught him in the act with the
sw’ag in his hands!” It was a bold
insinuation.
Regan flushed up as if ashamed of
the imputation. "I get the ‘swag'
whether I get the man or not!” That
was sufficient excuse for him.
“You are smarter than I can be
lieve!" said Lang highly elated at the
coup.
The intoxicated detective smiled
with an idiotic smirk. “Yes." he said.
“I have nearly enough to leave the
business on. One more haul and 1
am off!”
“Off where?” and Louis bit bis
tongue to keep from seeming expect
ant. “Not the C. C.?”
“Yes, the C. C .!” straightening up
again. “But who are you that gives
the sign of the society?”
“Oh, I’m one of the ‘boys,’ ” replied
Lang. “Here, waiter.” he cried to
hide his agitation, “Two glasses of
beer.”
Denver had evidently heard enough.
He realized that Louis was the mas
ter of Regan in the pumping art. so
rather than jeopardize his interest
now by having the treacherous detec
tive discover that he was being over
heard by his rival he quietly arose
from his seat, going to the rear of the
saloon, where he motioned to Lang to
follow. Louis continued to converse
for a moment even after drinking
that which had been ordered.
“You are one of the boys, eh?’’
queried Regan. “Then you are the
man I’m looking for. I have a game
on hand that I need assistance in; are
you with me?”
“Am I with you? Well, you can bet
your sweet existence that I am! But
don't you think that we will be over
heard here. Hadn't we better get a
room where we can have privacy?”
And then he excused himself for a
moment to retire to the rear ostensi
bly to make arrangements for a room,
but in reality to meet Denver.
“Is Regan ‘playing’ me or is he real
ly on to the ‘country?’” asked Lang.
“No! lie is in earnest! Work him
for all ho is worth! This is certainly
a masterstroke! We play the game
of our lives to-day to win or lose a
fortune! At last we have a real clue
as to the existence of the ‘country.’"
(To be continued.)
THE WEDDING AS HE SAW IT.
Half Faded Recollections Revived in
Brain of Widow's Eldest Boy.
It was the youngish widow’s wed
ding day, and the signs and omens
were fructifying in the brain of her
oldest, a bright chap of eight. He had
wondered much at the sewing that
had been in progress for weeks past.
The whispering and chattering of
the women, too. had stirred some half
faded leaves in his memory. This
particular day above all set him think
ing very hard.
His mother had kissed him tear
fully and then retired into seclusion.
Then, after he had been dressed—
a mere incidental matter—he was told
to be good and keep quiet and not
give any trouble.
The appearance of hi= grandmamma
a.nd aunts was also suggestive. Of
course, there were a good many other
people, and he recognized therein a
divergence from long past experi
ences. but he looked out cf the win
dow and chanced to see the clergy
man arrive, carrying a small black
leather valise.
Then he beard the word passed
around that the “doctor” had come
—the clergyman was a D. D.—and
then he was sure that he was on the
right track.
He at once sidled up to one of
the youngest and prettiest of his
aunts, and remarked to her in that
style of whisper which always concen
trates attention:
“I know, now.”
“Do you. dear?” said the pretty
aunt. “What do you know.”
“I know what is going to happen.
I'm going to have a new brother or
sister. I saw the doctor come in with
his big bag that he carries them in.
You can't fool me.”
His memory had been going back
to the birth of his youngest sister,
about two years and a half before,
and the explanations that had been
made him at that time.
The Soft Answer.
Our notes upon handwriting have
brought from a bank cashier the story
of his encounter with a clergyman
who came in a fury to complain that
his written instructions had been ig
nored. says the London Chronicle
“Really, sir. your hieroglyphics com
pletely baffle-” began the cashier
“Hieroglyphics!” shouted the clergy,
man. “Bless my heart!” (he was a
cautious speaker). “I won't have my
writing questioned. Send for my pass
book. I'll close my account.” Then
from the cashier came the soft an
swrer: “But between scholars the
hieroglyphics should be a compli
ment.” The clergyman reflected
laughed. “All right.” he said. “I don’1
w'ant that pass book.’ For he had re
membered that “hieroglyphics” de
notes simply the handwriting of
priests—the scholarly caste.
Books in Tibet Tempies.
Beautiful books have been discov
ered in the temples of Tibet. These
books have covers made of close
grained wood divided into three pan
els. each one carved with minute
and exquisite workmanship. In the
center are one of two Buddhas seated
on a lotus throne surrounded by the
foliage of the “bo” tree. The whole
cover is heavily gilded, the first page
of the manuscript being covered with
sflk veil of green or red. This page
is of a deep Prussian blue, with an in
got panel in the middle, bearing the
opening words of the book in raised
gold letters. The book is prinwd in
large regular letters of gold or with
alternate lines of gold and silver. The
holes for the binding straps are left
clear and the leaves are held together
hv a thin gold circle.
NEW IDEAS IN FANCY WORK DESIGNS
POPPY DESIGN CENTREPIECE. MONOGRAM DOILY. CHRYSANTHEMUM CENTREPIECE.
HEART-SHAPED CUSHION TOP,
AMBITION SHOULD NOT WANE.
If It Does. There Is Surely Something
Wrong Somewhere.
The idea seems to be pretty general
that ambition is born in us; that we
have little or nothing to do with its
acquisition or cultivation, and that we
cannot modify, enlarge, stimulate or
improve it to any great extent, says
Success. A study of life does not con
firm this idea; that the ambition is
a cultivated quality, capable of being
molded or destroyed, according as we
will, is demonstrated every day in the
lives of those about us. We see peo
ple in whom the spark, of ambition is
kindled suddenly by the reading of
a book, the hearing of a lecture or the
speaking of a kindly word by a friend
or teacher, and, on the other hand, we
see those who allow their ambition to
slowly die out for want of fuel.
The death of ambition is one of the
tragedies of life. When a young man
feels his ambition begin to fade there
is trouble somewhere. Either he is in
the wrong environment and his facul
ties protest against what he is trying
to do. or some vicious habit is drain
ing his energy, or his health is poor,
or he is being led into dissipation by
bad companions. A youth whose am
bition begins to wane is not in a
normal condition. When he is not
stimulated by a noble purpose, and
filled with a desire to become a strong
man. there is something wrong some
where.
Carnation t^nanges Color.
Luther Burbank, the horticulturist,
has produced a carnation which ehang
This is the season of the year when
housewives look about for new ideas
in tray coverings, doylies, center
pieces and fancy towels; in fact, for
any new bit of fancy work to do. Have
you seen the new plain linen doylies,
with monogram? Then there are the
poppy designs on Japanese grass
cloth, are rather easy to do, yet splen
didly effective.
Always beautiful is the chrysanthe
mum center piece. wrhich comes as a
perfect joy to the housekeeper who
wants to keep her table in the pink
j of condition. For the living room
i couch, why not do a Hardanger sofa
pillow? These are so pretty, all done
in white wash linens and far ahead of
any other sort for spring and summer
use.
Pin cushion covers are an ac
ceptable gift for a hostess, especially
for her house in the country. Two or
three ideas are suggested that are
thoroughly dainty and appropriate for
the most fastidious of women. In
France these cushin tops find great
in all the convents. In this country
favor. They are beautifully done in
all the convents in this country
we surely might adopt these dainty
styles. Such a perfect beauty of a
cushion top is one embroidered on
white handkerchief linen, cut out
heart-shaped and frilled all around
with a hemstitched ruffle. Herewith
are shown many designs that will
work out beautifully.
es its color three times on the first
three days it comes into bloom. On
the first day the' carnation is pure
w hite, the second day it is pink and
on the third day it changes to a deep
red. which is retained until it fades.
Gophers obliterated this type of carna
tion. but Burbank is at work trying to
reproduce it.
Cuban Shells and Sponges.
The value of shells, tortoise and oth
ers, gathered in Cuba last year
amounted to about $75,000, and of
sponges. $500,000. Of the latter the
United States received about 35 per
cent and Europe the remainder,
France being the principal buyer.
PRETTY PINCUSHION TOP.
WHEN EGGS WERE COSTLY.
Worth Their Weight in Gold in Early
Californian Days.
“Hens’ eggs were worth their
weight in gold,” writes Thomas E.
j Farish in one of his stories of the very
early days in San Francisco. “A cou
ple of young men recently landed
: from Tennessee dropped into Aldrich's
for breakfast one morning. Not being
! aware of the rarity and consequent
price of eggs in California and having
j five dollars still left with which to pay
i for breakfast for two, they calmly or
dered their usual breakfast of eggs
and toast. When the bill was pre
sented the young gentlemen saw, to
their consternation, that the amount
was ten dollars. They had only five.
I What was to be done?
“After a consultation together it
was decided that one of them should
remain while the other went out to
look for Col. Gift, an old-time friend
whom they knew to be in ?he city.
The colonel was soon found, who, af
: ter hearing the story of his young
friend and asking who was with him,
| inquired what they had had for break
fast. ‘Eggs,’ was the reply.
“ ‘Eggs! Eggs!’ exclaimed the colo
nel. ‘Did you not know, you blankety
blank fool, that hens lay gold in Cali
fornia?' ‘I did not. but I do,’ said our
young friend. ‘Well,’ continued the
colonel, kindly handing over a fifty
dollar gold slug, ‘take this and re
member after this that you are not
in Tennessee, where eggs are given
away.’ ”
Old Endicott Mansion at Danvers, One of the Most
Interesting of the Historic Places in Massachusetts
— —
History, art and romance have all
had a share in developing and giving
interest to the beautiful home of Mrs.
William Crowninshield Endicott at
Danvers. Mass. In the seventeeth
century Danvers Centre was known as
Salem Village, and it was in this
neighborhod that some of the thrilling
scenes of the witchcraft period were
enacted. A short distance from the
main road out of Danvers stands a
tablet upon which is recorded the fact
that Nathaniel Ingersoll gave the
town a plot of land to be used forever
as a training field. Beyond this tab
let one passes to the left through a
shaded avenue to an opening w'here
stone gate posts indicate the entrance
to the grounds of Mrs. Endicott.
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The estate in part, was once the t
home of Nathaniel Ingersoll, and re
mained in his family for many years,
until it was purchased from one of ;
his descendants in 1814 by Joseph Pea
body, one of Salem's richest and most |
influential merchants. It was bought |
as a safe retreat for Mr. Peabody’s
family, in case of an attack by the
British upon Salem, and in the barns
upon the estate, one of which is still 1
standing, he stored some of the rich
cargoes brought by his ships from all
parts of the world.
For nearly eighty years this was the
summer home of the family, descend
ing from Joseph Peabody to his son.
George Peabody, and at the death of i
the latter it came into the possession 1
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of Mrs. Endicott, widow of the late
Judge William C. Endicott, and moth
er-in-law of the Rt. Hon. Joseph Cham
berlain, former secretary of state for
the English colonies.
This is the house to which Mr
Chamberlain has come during his in
frequent visits to America. It wa.c
here that in her younger days his wife
who was Mary Endicott, spent muct
of her time. During the life of her
father, it was a frequent sight to set
the two. who were constant compan
ions, driving or riding together, theii
objective point generally being thf
old Endicott homestead, where their
ancestor, the colonial governor, Johr
Endicott, made his home so manj
years ago.
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Mrs. Phil Lydig's Fans.
Only a woman blessed with a clear
olive complexion, superimposed on a
rich red, and a dark, lustrous eye.
like Mrs. Phil Lydig, would dare to
present the bold contrast she does in
carrying a peacock feather fan. says
the New York Press. A woman of
fair complexion would look positively
pallid if she dared bring the irides- {
cent colors in contrast with her face,
but the former Mrs. Stokes can do it
safely and to advantage. Her collec
tion of fans, by the way, is one of the
most varied and costly in New York
and they are of historical as well as
of intrinsic value. Indeed, she has
two curio cabinets set aside for them
alone, here she exhibits tiny be
spangled afTairs of the empire period
so small that they are called fans
only by courtesy; others of ostrich
plumes, with jew^el laden sticks; Span
ish fans, painted with scenes from the
arena or bedecked by dark-eyed sen
oratas who smile from latticed win
dows on the minstrels who are carol
ing their lays. This collection as it
•tands would take hours to look
through and now that Mrs. Lydig’s
friends have learned of her weakness
in this direction, they are sending her
as many new treasuers that it is like
ly a third cabinet will be called into
requisition.
Great Discovery.
The tourist found the little town in
Arkansas in a great state of jubila
tion.
“Fair day?” ventured the tourist.
“Better than that, suh.” replied the
lanky native in the stick-candy shirt.
“Circus in town?”
“Wrong again, stranger.”
“Ah, I have it! The town has just
had an election?’ ’
“No, siree!”
“Then what on earth is the cause of
all the excitement?”
“Well, you know, stranger, mosqui
toes breed malaria.”
“Yes.”
“Well, our local doctor has just dis
covered that great results are brought
about by giving the mosquitoes qui
nine pills instead of the people. That*h
wbv we are celebrating ’’
Followed the Fashions.
The little daughter of a fashionable
mother is accustomed to hear a great
deal about the things that have “come
in” or “gone out” of style. After a
visit to Sunday school she attempted
to repeat to her younger brother some
of the miracles performed by out
Lord. He was a most attentive
listener, and when she had finished
said:
“Do you believe that, sister?”
“Why, of course I believe it, Jacky
It is true.”
“I didn’t know things could really
happen like that.”
“Oh, they dont now,” she replied
in a superior tone. “All that sort of
thing was years ago and has gone en
tirely out of style.”
Upon one occasion she had visited
several stores with her mother dur
ing the millinery openings. As they
were returning home they passed a
market, with its wares displayed in
the window.
“Oh, mamma!” she cried. “Look,
quick! Turkeys are coming in style
again. The windows are full of them.”
STORY OF “DEAN’S” KINDNESS.
How Jefferson Gave a Treat to a
Shut-In.
At the Drexel institute one recent
afternoon a group of people recalled
a very charming incident in which the
recently deceased actor, Joe Jeffer
son, acted a kindly part a few years
ago, says the Philadelphia Record.
President McAlister had introduced
Mr Jefferson, wbo had made his ad
dress to the students, and was about
to leave, when the doctor told him
how delighted a certain art student
would be if she could meet him. This
girl was brought every day in her roll
er chair and had been a shut-in up to
that time.
The veteran actor was delighted.
So was the girl.
He talked, and talked well, and she
listened.
In the course of the conversation
he learned that not only had she nev
er seen him act, but that she never
had been to a theater, and didn’t think
it possible to go.
That was enough for Joe Jefferson.
It was arranged in less time than it
takes to tell it to have her brought to
the stage door ten minutes before the
raising of the curtain that evening.
When she was brought to that door,
around which clings so much mystery,
she was met by “Rip” himself in his
quaint make-up, just as he has been
received thousands of times by ap
plauding audiences.
Throughout the performance the
girl in her roller chair remained a
charmed listener at one side of the
stage.
IS NATION OF CHAUFFEURS.
Every Boy in France Will Soon Be
Familiar With the Machine.
The French nation so closely guards
her supremacy in the motor world
that plans are being made so that
every French boy will be made fam
iliar with the operation and principles
involved in the construction of ths
automobile, says the Philadelphia
Record. A course of instruction is be
ing arranged for introduction into the
public schools. There are a number
of technical schools where the details
of automobile instructions are impart
ed to those who desire such knowl
edge.
It is said that no city in the world
gives the same encouragement to auto
mobiling as Paris. It has been decid
ed that all the public hospitals shall
be equipped with self-propelled ambu
lances and a very speedy car has been
ordered to be attached to the munici
pal laboratory, where all the bombs
found on the streets of that city shall
oe taken for investigation and des
truction.
Tobacco in Olden Times.
Master Prynne. the weak, well
meaning puritan, who is 1633 wrote
an attack upon the stage, tells us
that in his day tobacco pipes were
offered to ladies at the theater in lieu
of apples between the acts. A French
traveler. M. Torevin de Rochefort,
who published his journal in 1677,
confirms this by telling us that he
found smoking a general custom in
England, as w^ell among women as
among men. Both sexes, he adds, held
that life without tobacco would be in
tolerable, “because they say it dissi
pates the evil humors of the brain.’
When ladies stopped smoking they
.ook to snuff. Women of quality about
a century ago would not stir without
their snuffboxes—beautiful enameled
receptacles of perfumed midil rappee
Lord Bolingbroke said of Queen Anne
and her grace of Marlborough: “Tht
nation is governed by a pair of snuff
ers: no wonder the light of its glcr>
is extinguished!”
Call of the Wild.
The bee in the clover.
The bird in the tree.
Are happy and laugh in’
As loud as can be.
An’ I’m here a-worktn'.
An', doggone it all!
The meadows and bayous
Are givin’ their call.
The meadows are callin’:
"The plover is here!”
The bayou's are callin':
"Our waters are clear.”
An', doggone it all!
I'm heie workin': I wish
I could get just a day
And could hike out and fish!
Could hike out and fish
Where bayous are wide.
And where trout are waiting
Down deep in their tide;
Or. I'd love to hie
Beneath a wide tree
The lazy bird's brother.
The chum of the bee!
The lazy bird's brother.
The chum of the bee;
The bee sleeps all winter
An' that ud suit me;
The bird hops a twjg
The first thing in the spring.
An' don’t do a thing
But just perch there an’ sing.
—Houston Post.
Cured the Habit Suddenly.
Ikey, the new office boy, was smok
ing a cigaret and puffing violently, is
suing large clouds of smoke, when the
manager stopped his work, turned to
him. and said:
“Do you smoke many cigarets?”
“Yes. sir.”
“Does your father know it?”
“O, yes.”
“Why don’t he stop you?”
“He can't. I’ve got the habit.”
“Well, I'll break your neck if yon
smoke any around here.” The boy
never smoked another cigaret while
employed by that manager.
Hi* Story of the War.
“So you were all through the eivil
war, were you?” some one asked the
old colored veteran, who was cheering
the band.
“Every step of it, suh!”
“At the surrender, too.”
“Ever’ step of it, suh!”
“What did Gen. Lee say to Grant?'
“Never said nuttin’ suh—des chop
ped off his head an’ went on!”—At
lanta Constitution.
Arabian Horse* for Kaiser.
A report from Adis Abeba, the capi
tal of the Negus of Abyssinia, to the
effect that Emperor Menelik, the king
of the kings, has presented six of the
finest Arabian horses ever raised to
the representative'of the German em
peror now at the Abyssinian capital.
The horses will be shipped to Gea
many, fot ais majesty’s stables.
Woult* Aid Palestine Jews.
Archibald Forder, known as the
“Arabian Livingstone” for his extens
ive travels In Arabia, is in the United
States in the interest of the poorer
Jews in Palestine.