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Copyright. 1903, by Charles Morris Butler.
CHAPTER VIII.—Continued.
“We can run no chances, you know.
Doc,” laughed Pearson, insinuatingly,
then as if in apology for his act, “be
sides, it will be to your own interest
in case the haunt was discovered. If
you do not know where it is, you at
least will not be held responsible for
any harm that may come through the
discovery, see?”
“We kill traitors!” said the matter
of-fact Sharkey, complaisantly.
“It may save your life.” said Pear
son. as he satisfied himself that the
doctor was completely blinded. But
he took no pains to insure the doc
tor’s comfort, for he placed a pair of
handcuffs upon his wrists. “I am
obliged to do this.” he said, as he
changed places with the boy and sat
upon the seat with Schiller, driving
the team, “so the boys won’t think me
unmindful of the duty I owe them in
protecting them from possible danger
from treachery.”
The doctor sat in silence for quite
a time, meditating upon the strange
ness of his adventure. Oft and anon,
from the distance, could be heard the
baying of dogs, so that the doctor
knew he was being driven past farm
houses now and then. But they met
no one. At last the team came to a
halt a&d the doctor was assisted to
alight.
The trio left the roadway and the
doctor heard the team drive off. Pear
son walked arm in arm with Schiller,
guiding his footsteps, so that the doc
tor did not fall into any of the numer
ous ruts or bark his shins against any
of the snags in the underbrush. Shar
key followed on behind, carrying the
doctor's case of instruments.
Again Doctor Schiller broke the
silence: “What kind of a place are
you taking me to?” he asked.
This time Pearson condescended to
keep up the conversation. “Did you
Pearson walked arm in arm with Schiller.
ever hear of the Jonesboro Bank rob
bery?” he asked.
“Yes! You mean the time when
President Jones was killed by about
twenty mounted desperadoes while at
tempting to protect the bank's prop
erty?”
“The same. Well, we are going
right to the cave in which the des
peradoes took refuge when pursued
by the citizens.”
“So?” asked the doctor in surprise.
“Yes, I don't mind telling you, Dr.
Schiller, that we are only a foraging
party for a colony of convicts—it is a
hard term to call a company of men—
convicts, but that is what we are!
We have formed a colony; built a
city; protected ourselves against cap
ture, and mean to live in peace—if we
can. But. Doctor, I don’t think you
will find us such a bad lot of men.
after all. I don’t know whether you
are in sympathy with crime or not.
though you once did commit a crimi
nal offense. Even your class will nev
er realize what a life such men as I
have led in infancy, youth and man
hood. and the need of protection from
ourselves and the world.”
“It must be an interesting com
munity.” said the doctor:
“So it is. You would hardly be
lieve that we compel one another of
the motley group of citizens to live
upright and honest lives, would you.
Composed as it is of ail the different
shades and grades of criminal out
casts.”
‘ Hardly/’ was tne mcreauiuus an
swer.
“Such Is the case, however,” replied
Pearson, enthusiastically. “We respect
one another’s rights: carry on busi
ness honestly: support schools, and
■while our colony, as you can well im
agine, is not founded on a religiotfs
basis, we recognize something of the
sort—honorable marriage, or duty to
our neighbor. Barring a few neces
sary raids, such as we are out upon
now. we live very ordinary lives.’’
“You are not all hardened then;
you cannot be!"
“We are not all criminals, of course
not. But most of us have done some
thing some time or other to merit pun
ishment from the government. There
are many like you. who have paid the
penalty of their sins, and only asso
ciate with us because they cannot bear
to parade themselves before the
world as having fallen once. Being
bound together in the state described,
however, places them on a footing
with the rest of us. Whether all do
anything contrary to the law or not,
all are held accountable to the law
for what the few have done, under
stand?”
“Yes, I believe I do. What yon mean
to sav is, that the law never forgives
you what you have done at any time,
ko matter how right you live after
wards.”
“That's It. But we live in open
defiance of the law. That it, we have
manufactured laws that conflict with
the laws of the United States For in
stance, we shoot a man for interfer
ing with another man's wife. If there
is any law we do respect, it is the law
of marriage. Most all of our penal
ties are death. A man is compelled to
be honest to another if he desires to
live. We are not justified in taking
life, we are not the law, but it can
not be otherwise with us.”
“How do you live? That is how do
you obtain your supplies?” asked the
doctor.
“We have agents who supply our
wants. They have many acres of fine
agricultural land, supplied with mod
ern machinery, and plenty of help to
till the soil. What we do not raise
we buy. or in extreme cases, like the
present, we raise by force.”
“You talk of schools. I should think
there would be no need of such a
thing as an educational institution.
The country cannot exist, it will be
depopulated through poverty, if noth
ing else. You certainly have not been
in existence long enough to have rais
ed children to the age of schooling.”
“Not so. We have existed for
twenty years or more unmolested. We
are self-supporting. We dig gold from
the mountains. We have manufactures
(in a remote form) for the making
of shoes, and supply a large portion of
one of the states with this article. In
fact our treasury is on a sound basis,
better to-day than it ever was.”
“Why do you divulge to me the
secret of your existence?” asked the
dobtor.
“For the simple reason, my dear
doctor.” replied Pearson, complaisant
ly, “that it is my wish that you take
up residence with us. We are in need
of a few professional men like your
self. to make life pleasant for us. You
are one of our kind—an outcast—and
Lave nothing to lose by joining us.
As for a money consideration, we can
pay you a salary princely in magni
tude in comparison with your pres
ent income!”
The doctor was somewhat prepared
for the offer. “All I want is money
and revenge in this world,” he said,
as if assenting. “Money to be happy
| —revenge on the man who is the
cause of all my trouble!”
“You can commaiid money in plen
ty,’ said Pearson—what kind he did
i not say. “Revenge depends upon your
self. Whom have you such bitter feel
; ings against?”
“A doctor who was instrumental in
sending me up.”
“How, and in what way do you
mean to accomplish your ends?”
“How I don’t know, nor care. But I
want to make him suffer as I have
suffered. Disgrace him before the
J world as he has disgraced me! Re
duce him to poverty and want! Ruin
him; imprison him; do anything to
make him feel what it is to be damn
ed—an outcast of society. That is my
only aim and desire!”
CHAPTER IX.
Dr. Schiller Initiated Into the Con
vict Society.
The time may come.” said Pearson,
insinuatingly, to Dr. Schiller, as he
helped that worthy over a log lying
across their path, “if you join our
forces,'when you can do even more
than this. You are a man of intelli
gence and will undoubtedly command
influence in time. There is no reason
why, in the future, you could not or
ganize a band, kidnap the gentleman,
and incarcerate him alive in a living
j tomb!”
The chance was readily grasped by
the doctor. “I accept,” he said. “I
have everything to gain. If you desire
my presence among your clique, you
can depend upon me. To show you that
f am sincere. I will do ail in my power
to aid you in any undertaking you
may engage in. To show the people
whom I come in contact with that I
will do right by them; if human hands
can save your comrade I will put him
on his feet again!”
“We will soon be at the rendezvous
! and can then be convinced of the sin
cerity of your resolve,” said Pearson.
They walked on in silence the bal
ance of the journey. At last the party
came upon a little clearing. By aid
of the moon, which was shining now,
a man’s form shown up in the dis
tance. ‘‘Halt! Who comes there?”
was the challenge.
“Citizens, friend sentinel, who have
with them a doctor,” was Pearson’s re
ply. and at the same tinte he made a
mystic sign with his fingers.
The trio traveled a short distance
further and were again halted. Again
they passed a sentinel and at last
stopped before the door of a dugout.
situated in a ravine.
The door stood partly ajar, through
which came the glimmer of a light
created by the burning of a pine knot
suspended from the ceiling of the room
which was about eight feet square. ,
\ sentinel, armed to the teeth, puu-c
ed the door, but upon receiving th<i
j -assword, allowed the party to pass
Hewed logs at the rear of the room
”ormed a “blind door,” which led Into
tnother room twenty feet long and six
een feet wide, along one side of
i hich bunks were arranged after the'
ashion of berths on a steamboat, and
from the number of these at least
thirty persons were finding sleeping
accommodations in the abode. In one
corner of the room, on a lower berth
iay the wounded man.
Up to this point the doctor had not
been relieved of the bandage from
his eyes. This was now taken off.
together with the handcuffs. The
room was dimly lighted by a candle
stuck in the neck of a bottle. The doc
tor first rubbed hi3 eyes, then his
wrists, while he accustomed himself
*o his surroundings. A groan from the
direction of the corner berth made
him look toward it. There were two
villainous looking men sitting at the
side of the bunk, holding the hands of
a wounded man.
The doctor threw off the covering
which was over the man, who lay
stretched upon a rude mattress, a
bandage roughly tied around his
waist and over one limb. He was
soaked in blood.
“A basin of warm water,” said Schil
ler to Pearson. “Hand me my instru
ment case.’ he said to Sharkey. With
one hand on the wounded man's wrist
he was counting the number of heart
beats to the minute. This being done,
the doctor opened his case and laid
out a package of clean bandages, and
selected several instruments to have
them handy. After the water arrived
he bathed the hurt with a sponge, and
examined the wound made by the bul
let.
“We will administer a little chloro
form.” said the doctor, as he satu
rated his handkerchief with the fluid
taken from his case.
When the man was thoroughly
under the influence of the drug, he
was lifted upon the table. The doctor
then began probine for the bullet and
succeeded.in locating it almost imme
diately. It was but the work of a mo
ment to remove it. and to thoroughly
cleanse the wound with a preparation
taken from his case. The flow of
blood was stopped as well as possible,
and the wound bound up. The patient
was placed upon the bunk again, be
fore the chloroform was taken from
him. .
(To be continued.)
BEATEN AT HIS OWN GAME.
Sure Thing Gambler for Once Gets the
Worst of It.
■■There was a sure thing gambler
down in Mississippi named Gamble—
good name by the way,” said John
Sharpe Williams. "He never made a
bet unless he was sure he would win
He was out at a country fair, staying
at a hotel. One morning a man who
was in the sporting line himself got
up early and looked out of the win
dow. He saw Gamble carefully meas
uring with a tapeline the hitching
post in front of the hotel. He knew
something was up, and When Gamble
went out to the fair he went out and
measured the hitching post himself
Then he took a sledge hammer and
drove the post into the ground an inch
and a half.
"That night, after supper, while
they were sitting on the hotel porch,
Gamble craftily led the conversation
around to the difficulty of judging dis
tances and heights.
“ ‘Now,’ he said, "there's that hitch
ing post out yonder. I'll bet a hundred
I can come nearer its height than anj
body here.’
“ How high would you reckon it is?
said the sledge hammer artist, who
after a lot of conversation, had put
up the hundred with Gamble.
“ ‘Oh,’ said Gamble. ‘I’ll take it at 30
inches.’
“ ‘Oh. no,’ replied the other man.
‘you are wrong. I’ll bet it is less than
29.’
"They measured and it was 28*4.
Gamble hasn't smiled since that day.”
—Rehoboth Sunday Herald.
Which He Took.
Yon probably remember the school
boy who. in a composition on pins,
said. “Pins hare saved the lives of
many people.”
His teacher was astonished at this
statement and asked him to explain it.
He replied: “By people not swal
lowing them.”
That was not the case with the man
in the following incident:
“ ‘My dear.’ Mr. Finnicky said to his
wife, ‘I don’t think those pills I have
been taking have done me much good.’
“ ‘Why, you haven’t been taking any
for three weeks.’
“'Yes, I have; I’ve swallowed one
three times a day as directed.’
“ You have? Then why is it that
there are as many left in the box as
there were three weeks ago? What
box have you been taking them from?’
“ ‘This one—marked for me.’
“ ‘Dear me, John! That is my shoe
button box.’ ”•—Birmingham Herald.
An Energetic Builder.
One of the most energetic nest
buildtrs is the marsh wren, in fact,
he has the habit to such a degree that
he cannot stop with one nest, but goes
on building four or five in rapid suc
cession. And there is nothing slov
enly about his work either. Look
among the cat-tails in the nearest
marsh, even within the limits of a
great city, and yon will find his little
woven balls of reed stems with a tiny
round hole in one side. There is a
certain method even in his madness,
for the nest in which his wife is brood
ing her seven or eight eggs is less
likely to be found when there are so
many empty ones to be around. Then,
too. he uses the others as roosting
places for himself.—C. Wm. Beebe in
Recreation.
Heard of Osier.
She—They say the Kongo dwarfs,
six specimens of whom have been
brought to London by Col. Harrison,
never reach a greater age than 40
years.
He—What do you suppose does It—
chloroform?
Japan’s Specie Reserve.
Japan’s specie reserve stood at $223,
000.000 (American gold value) on Jan.
1 1905, after eleven months of costly
war.
>
Courageous.
“Are the Americans courageous as
a ruleT’ asked the visitor from
abroad.
“I should say so!” answered the
patriotic citizen. “You should see the
way the average American eats sar
dines and pie at a picnic.”
Two Cases Widely Different.
“Why do you have your pew so near
the church door?”
“In case of fire, you know—I could
escape easily.”
“Ah! And what's your idea in al
ways demanding a seat in the front
row at the theater?”
All His Time Occupied.
Father—So you think his intentions
are serious. Do you know anything
about his habits?
Mother—Yes. that’s what makes me
think his intentions are. serious.
Father—How do you mean?
Mother—His principal habits seem
to be calling on Mabel and writing to
her.
The Pilfering Soubrette.
“Did you say that Miss Lightly, the
soubrette. had been guilty of lar
ceny?”
“Yes. She stole a Hajn who had a
walking part in the third act.”
THEY’RE STRANGERS NOW.
Bell (actress)—I promised mother I would never become an actress.
Nell—And you kept your word, didn't you?
Why He So Decided.
"My wife has been talking a good
deal about plans for the summer, so
I decided to have a plain, straightfor
ward talk with her to-day. I just de
livered my ultimatum and the result is
we go to Newport."
“Spunky of you, old man; but where
did she want to go?"
"Why, Newport; haven’t I just told
you.”
Atrocious.
Richard Mansfield, the actor, was
never known to forget his profession.
The other evening he was smoking
with a few men. All of a sudden his
cigar went out. He lit a match on
the sole of his shoe which flared up
greatly.
“My,” said he. "that was quite a
footlight, wasn't it?”
Not Hard to Locate.
Mr. Pheeder—Don't go to bed yeL
We'll have some lunch first. I brought
home a tidbit to-day and left it in the
back kitchen.
Mrs. Pheeder—It's dark out there.
You'll find a candle—
Mr. Pheeder—Oh, I can find it in
the dark. It's Limburger cheese.
_
Embarrassing Circumstances.
Chicago Maiden—I actually started
downtown yesterday without my over
skirt. Never noticed the omission un
til I got in the car. Oh, I was so mor
tified.
Boston Damsel—I know just how
you felt, dear. I once went out and
forgot to put on my glasses.
Didn't Notice It.
A sudden death in Georgia is told
by one of Representative Griggs’s
constitutuents in this way:
“Judge, I guess he died of heart dis
ease. or something or other like that.
He was sittin’ on his chair and all at
once he died—and he never noticed
it, Judge.”
When Affinities Marry.
“Ninety-nine blue bottles a-hanging
on the wall,” commenced the bibulous
Billings in a maudlin tone of voice.
His wife looked up quickly.
“Dear me,” said she. “You gave me
such a start, dear. I was afraid some
thing must have happened to the other
one.”
Something Like It.
"What have I told you, Tommie,
about asking for a second piece of
cake?” said the mother to her youth
ful son.
“Why, you told me never to ask for
a second piece of cake with my mouth
full,” replied Tommie.
Asphyxiated.
Wilkins — “Those Philadelphia
thieves got the worst of it in that gas
steal, didn’t they?”
Bilkins—“Yes. they tried to take too
much at one time, and were overcome
by the fumes!”—Detroit Free Press.
What the Professor Forgot.
Waiter—Haven’t you forgotten
something, sir?
Professor—Yes. I can’t remember
in what year Charlemagne was crown
ed, can you?—New York Sun.
Detective at a Disadvantage.
Chief—Do you mean to say that you
haven’t been able to get a single clew
as to the perpetrator of this crime?
Detective—Naw. Them newspaper
reporters is down on me and they
won’t tell me anything.
A Dangerous Character.
Shorte—They’ve dubbed Sponger
"Antilightning.”
Sharpe—How’s that?
Shorte—He always strikes more
than once in the same place.
Propelled by a Boot.
Fanner Geehaw—Waal, I caught
that young city spark last night that'3
been hangin’ around our Mandy.
Farmer Giddap—An’ what happened,
Jabez?
Farmer Geehaw—Oh, the spark flew
upward.—Louisville Courier-Journal.
No Wonder They Stood.
Reuben—“Here’s an anicle in the
Bugle that sez seats in the New York
Stock Exchange are sellin’ for 175,000
now.”
Mandy—“No wonder we saw them
all standin' up when we went through
Wall street last summer.”
Looking for Trouble.
“You should not have cut off my
hair,” remonstrated Samson to his
wife.
“And why not, pray?” asked the
woman.
“Because you don’t belong to the
Barbers’ union.”
No Chance to Lose.
Gotrocks—“Why did you pay that
scamp with a check? He will raise it
sure."
Swiftun—“Oh. I don’t care if he
does. It’s an overdraft, anyway.”—
Town Topics.
In Need of a Rousing.
The Pastor—What in the world wa?
the matter with the choir to-day? I
never heard such tame and absolutely
listless singing. Haven't been fight
ing again, have tiey?
The Organist—No; just now they
are as amiable as turtle doves.
The Pastor—Then tell 'em to fight.
Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Curious Circumstance.
McSosh—Mish’r Bartender, think
III take ’nother one o' them p-p-ppous
—pussv-cat-p
Bartender—Another pousse-cafe, Mr.
McSosh?
McSosh—Thash ri\ ’S funny thing
th more closely I b’come soshiated
an' 'quainted with tha’ drink th' less
I c’n r member its name!
The Riddle of the Sphinx.
The Sphinx had just propounded
her riddle.
“What goes on four legs in the morn
ing, two at noon, and three in the
evening?" she demanded.
“An auto,” they answered, readily.
With a heavy groan, she realized
that the modems had gone her one
better.
Same There as Here.
She—“I see not one bride was over
22 years of age in the 346,590 mar
riages which took place in Japan last
year.”
He—“That looks as if the women
were as backward about telling theii
ages over there as they are over
here.”
At the Play.
"She handles the part exceptionally
well. That outburst of jealousy in the
fiast act was one of the best things
I ever saw."
"No wonder. Her understudy took
the part the night before and made a
decided hit."—Detroit Tribune.
The Safe Side.
Reporter—Were you quoted correct
ly in that interview in the morning
papers?
Senator—Come around the day after
to-morrow. How can I tell until I see
how the interview is going to be tak
en?—St. Louis Star.
Above Suspicion.
"What a fine thing a reputation for
scrupulous honesty isl”
“Apropos of what?"
"I w as thinking of Dr. Goodman. He
walked down the street this morning
with an umbrella under each arm and
nobody winked!”
The Lightning Cure.
"Here is a story of a man who was
cured of rheumatism by being struck
by lightning.”
‘Til risk de rheumatism every
time,” said Brother Dickey. “I don't
want no doctor what’s ez quick ez
dat!”
Saw the Opening.
Cholly—Yaas, I was only looking for
an opening to propose.
Algy—Well?
Cholly—She yawned.
Further Dilution Unnecessary.
Philosoph—There’s no use crying
over spilt milk.
Dittow—No, there’s probably enough
1 water in it already.
ACCOMMODATING.
Mr. E. Z.—If I put my money in your bank could I draw it out the next day?
Banker—Yes, if you give two weeks’ notice.
Wet Below.
Satan—How long has it been rain
ing up on earth?
New Arrival—All this month.
Satan—That’s what I thought. It’s
beginning to leak through and put the
fires out.—Detroit Tribune.
Accounting for It.
Mrs. Bacon—Don’t you think a per
son's work has much to do with his
disposition?
Mr. Bacon—Yes; I suppose that’s
what makes our cook so crusty.
Changeable.
The Wife—You see some shades of
hair look better in sunlight and others
look better when it is cloudy.
The Husband—It seems to be cloudy
to-day; which colored hair are you
going to put on to-day?
School Census.
Parker—“Have you read ‘The Count
of Paris?’”
Streeter—“No. but I’ve read the
csunt of Cincinnati, and I think it’s
exaggerated by about 50,000.”
A Fizzer.
“What become of the boy you said
was going to make so much noise in
the world.”
“Oh, he turned out to be a ‘fizzer.1
Has a job in the soda department in
a drug store.”—Detroit Tribune.
Quick and Thorough.
Mrs. Paddock—I thought Bobbie had
a system for playing the races.
Mr. Paddock—He had, but he bet on
a horse named Sarsaparilla and it
cleaned his system out.—Puck,
s
Too Old and Too Young.
"If I were younger," said the rich
old man, “I believe I might win you
for my wife.”
^ es> replied the cold beauty,
dreamily considering his 65 years, “or
say, fifteen years older."
Another Kind of Soft Answer.
“Come back for something you’ve
forgotten, as usual?” said the husband
“No" replied his wife, sweetly
*Tve come back for something I re
membered.”—New Yorker.
THRIFT AS A FINE ART.
Peasant* of Normandy Adepts in Ita
Application.
Writing of “A Corner in Normandy”
in the June Delineator, F. Berkeley
Smith gives an interesting side light
upon the real character of the Nor
man peasant. These ruddy old Nor
man farmers understand economy to
a finesse, he says. It is the secret of
their wealth. And thus, when one
morning I came across Pere Trebard
munching a withered pear while he
sunned himself beside the snug bam
and asked the old man why he did not
choose a good one from his fine crop
he exclaimed:
“Ah! but, monsieur, we might
sell it!”
The character of the shrewd Nor
man is Interesting. Never will he give
you a direct answer; a definite “yes”
or “no” seems to have been expressly
left out of his vocabulary.
“It is a fine morning,” I ventured to
a grizzled old dealer in oxen.
“It might be worse,” he answered.
'That's splendid cider of yours, Le
grosjean.”
“Some say it is,” he retorted guard
edly.
Neither does the true Norman ever
seem pleased or satisfied.
“Beautiful apples this yea*. Pere
Mallet.”
“Bah! they are so few,” replies,
gloomily, with a shrug of his should
ers. The next year the tree are bent
under the weight oC a rich crop, and
you hail this rich old agriculturist as
you pass his gateway:
“Plenty of cider this year, Pere
Mallet, vou surely have enough
apples,” you say convincingly as the
old peasant looks up from his work to
bid you bon jour.
“They are so small,” he groans, “it
take more time to pick them than
they are worth.”
PLACE TO TAKE PRESENTS.
Colored Youth Was Explicitly Follow
ing Instructions.
Representative Griggs of Georgia
employs a colored youth who is not a
. shining example of mental alertness.
Recently this servant, who shall be
! called Tom, received an invitation to
i a church wedding, the bride-elect be
| ing a first cousin of his.
The morning of the ceremony found
I Tom in a state of great excitement.
He started for the church some hours
before the time set for the great
event.
Griggs chanced to meet Tom wan
dering about, clad in bis showiest rai
ment, and carrying a small bundle
under his arm.
“Tom,” he said, “why ou earth are
you scurrying about dressed like that
this early in the morning?”
“Why, I’se gettin’ ready for de wed
din’, sah!” replied Tom reproachfully.
“Indeed!” said the Congressman.
"And I suppose you are doing some
errand on the way.”
"No, sah, I ain’t doin’ no er
run’s.”
“But you’re not going to & wedding
^vith a bundle under your arm?”
“Cert’n'y I is, sah,” replied T^m.
a look of wonder coming into his elfe.
"Dat’s my present.”
“Present?” ejaculated Griggs. "Why,
boy, you mustn’t take your present to
the church; you must send it to the
house of the bride.”
“Sho, Mistah Griggs, is dat aof
muttered the now bewildered negro.
"Den why does di6 card I got heah
say: ‘Present at the churth*?”—The
Sunday Magazine.
In These Days of Operations.
A husband came home one evening
to find a note left for him by his wife.
Carelessly he opened it, but as he read
his face blanched. “My God!" he ex
claimed, “how could this have hap
pened so suddenly?” And, snatching
his hat and coat, he rushed to a hos
pital which was near his home.
“I want to see my wife, Mrs. Brown,
at once,” he said to the head nurse,
“before she goes under the ether
Please take my message to her at
once.”
“Mrs. Brown?” echoed the nurse
“There is no Mrs. Brown here.”
“Then to which hospital has she
gone?” asked the distracted husband.
“I found this note from her when I
came home.” and he handed the note
to the nurse, who read:
“Dear Husband:
“I have gone to have my kimono
cut out.
“BELLE”
• Too Fast for Him.
Don't keer of de worl’ is roun*.
Or flat as flat kin be;
AU I know
Down here below
It goes too fas' fer me!
On de Ian', or sea.
It goes too fas' fer me;
Time is a-gwine
Lak' a harrieane flyin’—
It goes too fas' fer me!
Don't keer ef de sun stan' still.
Or keep a-movin’ free;
My ha'r git gray
Senee yesterady.
£n he don’t shine long fer me!
On de lan’. or sea.
Sun don't shine long fer me;
Time is a-gwine
Lak’ a harrieane flyin'—
He goes too fas' fer me!
—Atlanta Constitution*
Japan’s Merchant Marine.
In 1893 Japan had only 167.000 ton*
of merchant steamships, but by the
end of 1904 her mercantile steamship
fleet numbered 1,224 vessels of 791.
Q53 aggregate tonnage This was
after suffering a loss of 71,000 tons by
the war.
Defines Dealing in Futures.
Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes of
the supreme court, in a recent op in
ion on a stock gambling case,
that dealing in futures was the “self
adjustment of society to the prob
able."
Ostriches Are High Priced.
At Grahamstown. South Africa, a
pvir of ostriches were sold recently for
$5,000. vhich is a record price. The
plucking from the chicks of this
realized from $50 to $62.50 a bird.
War Is a Godsend.
Manchuria is gaining by the war
The Cbuo-Shimbun estimates that
fully 100,000,000 yen, or $50,000,000. of
Japanese money had been disbursed la
Manchuria up to the middle of April
