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CHAPTER I.
The Belle of the Jardin Bullier.
Paris is unusually gay in the early
fall, and her boulevards are thronged
■with people, many of whom come from
various parts of the world to enjoy
the whirl of revelry experienced here
as in no other city on earth.
The gardens of the Closerie des
Lilas, known also as the Jardin Bul
lier, are profusely illuminated, and as
night advances those who promenade
or dance increase in number. It is
one of the sights of Paris, not whol
ly a fashionable or hardly a respecta
able place, but thousands annually
visit it, for to do Paris and neglect
the Jardins Mabille or Bullier would
be a mistake, since their notoriety has
become world-wide.
About ten o’clock on the night in
cuestion, two men, undoubtedly I
Americans, saunter into the Jardin I
Bullier. Their dress and general ap- |
learance would attract attention al- !
most anywhere In Paris, for both j
wear broad-brimmed, cream-colored :
felt hats, and wear their hair long.
One is rather small in stature
when compared with his companion,
but a6 quick as the spring of a tiger;
he has a handsome face, with restless
blue-gray eyes that have the faculty
of seeming to look through one.
The second man is well proportion- 1
<d, possesses the figure of an athlete,
and a face that is certainly a bold
type of manly beauty; those who
have associated with Dick Denver in
the past can bear witness that he is
a comrade worth having, as true as
steel and courageous as a lion, at the
same time diffident in the society of
women; Just such a man as might
please the taste of a girl who has
grown weary of society’s darlings,
with their lazy habits and aimless
lives.
That it is not wholly curiosity that
brings these two comrades to the Jar
din Bullier on this particular night
might be discovered from the man
ner in which they look around, and
the frown that appears upon the face
of the smaller man.
“Disappointed again, I’m afrjld,
Dick,” he says, after they have wan
dered around for a while, observed
the dancers, and eyed most of the
audience.
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ever dropped Into Paree—that’s the
size of it, I believe. Just two years
ago I was in the tightest hole of my
life—trying to capture a desperado,
when I was set upon by a gang of his
sympathizers. I held on to my man,
but they downed me, and Col. Bob
would have ended his life right there
only for him. He came, Heaven-sent,
just in the nick of time, and stood
over me—met the crowd face to face
yes. and by thunder, whipped ’em, too!
I saw it all, though too dazed to help
—I could only hold on to my prisoner
and see a man beat back half a dozen
cowardly wolves. That made us
friends, comrades. I would lie down
to-morrow and die for such a man
as Dick Denver, the truest, noblest
specimen of manhood God ever
made.”
"Bravo, colonel; it pleases me to
see one so enthusiastic,” clapping his
hands gently as If in applause—“Da
mon and Pythias over again and in
the modern nineteenth century, by
Jove! Of course you are here taking
in the sights?”
"Well, yes. You know we couldn’t
leave France for America, and fail to
see the Bullier and Mabille. though I
have little Interest in the latter.”
“Ah! it is at the Closerie des Lilas
one sees beauty unadorned—here the
leal belles of Paris show themselves—
bere we see no powdered faces, no
padded figures, such as one wearies of
among the higher classes. Rosy
cheeks, painted by nature, reign in
stead. And of all who dance. Col.
Bob, I am ready to swear perpetual
devotion to the belle of the evening.
See her willowy figure, note its sup
ple bending, pay attention to her
charming face—zounds, man! Prof.
John is her slave already—he will
wade through seas of gore to win her,
and if there is another Richmond in
the field, by Jupiter Pluvius, I’ll—I’ll
throttle him!”
The excited and enamored little pro
fessor has just reached this climax
when he comes to a sudden pause, for
be hears his companion utter an ex
clamation that almost paralyzes him.
“Death and furies! if it isn’t my
Dora! ”
In an instant he has an aroused
specimen of British assurance clawing
at his arm, while the sharp, penetrat
ing voice of the little man cries:
"Your Dora! Who the deuce may
your Dora be? Not that charming girl
vlth the rosebud face, the eyes that
magnetize, the ruby lips that invite
a kiss! Don’t tell me, Col. Bob, that
is your Dora, for by the gods, man,
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"I'm deuced sorry—it’s lucky you're
e man of such wonderful patience, Col.
Bob,” remarks the other, who is
watching a handsome girl whirl
around in the mazes of the waltz,
clasped by the arm of a tall student
who ha3 the appearance of a Span
iard, and smiling to think what effect
it will have on his companion, the
sheriff of Secora county, when he, too,
discovers this charmer.
A minute later and the two friends
separate. Bob Harlan to continue his
search through the whole of the gar
den, with its dancing pavilion, Dick
Denver to lean against a pillar, and,
smoking, contemplate the exceedingly
gay scene before him.
The New Mexico sheriff moves in
and out of the throng, apparently
idling his time away, and enjoying
the singular sight to be seen in the
Closerie des Lilas, but all the while
keeping a bright lookout for the party
he seeks. That he himself is an ob
ject of considerable importance does
r.ot seem to occur to him.
A hand clutches his arm—he turns
and discovers the queerest little man
one could well conceive—a pompous
individual despite his lack of stature,
snd with a keen visage.
“Col. Harlan, I am delighted to
meet you again. Perhaps you may
have forgotten me, but we met in a
peculiar way some time since on the
Ring strasse in Vienna,” says this In
dividual, with extended hand.
“Ah, yes. Prof. John Fitzsimmons,
the little English naturalist, in search
of rare bugs. Permit me, my dear
sir,” but the other instantly draws
tack his extended hand and nods.
“Consider it done. Col. Bob. One
experience of that grip is enough for
•jours truly.’ I saw you with a com
panion a while back, but the press of
the crowd was too much for me, and I
failed to get near—I presume that'
was your friend?”
"Dick Denver, my chum,” quietly.
“A fine looking young fellow, I must
say.
“See here, jJrofessor, looks aon t
' generally go far with me—I seek deep
er to find the trnth; but in this par
ticular case they strike home. Dick
isn’t much of a dandy, but he’s a man,
every inch of him. He’s been a cow
boy, miner, and a rolling stone gener
ally, because he has no real aim in
life, no home ties to act as a rudder,
you see. What he doesn’t know about
life in the mines of Mexico and on the
plains isn’t worth picking up. Talk
about a square man, professor, that
fellow you see leaning against yonder
post, aa though he had little life about
him, is Just about the squarest that
I ......
I’ll have to challenge you—I will, so
help me, Moses.”
The Sheriff of Secora county
hrushes him aside as he might a trou
blesome fly; his eyes are on the fig
ure of the girl—his face has assumed
a frown that gives it a terrible look.
‘Keep back, sir—out of the way! I
may be mistaken—I’ll wait till she
comes around again. Now I can see.
Yes, it’s Dora, by all the powers! The
girl is surely crazy to come to this
place. She needs a protector,” he
mutters, and the professor catches his
last words.
“Yes, yes, that’s it, a protector, and
I’m the man who stands ready to as
sume that office. I'm not a hulking
giant, but in Intellect I tower above
the best of them. I’ll be her protec
tor,’’ he cries.
“You!” sneers the colonel. “Why,
Dora would call you only half a man,
professor. Women go a good deal by
appearances, my dear fellow.”
“Of course they do—I’m quite aware
i of that, which accounts for her pref
ence. You didn’t see me dance with
the beauty—watch her look this way;
row, she smiles like an angel—she
sees her devoted John Fitz—eh! she
throws a kiss, the darling!” and he
rapturously sends a dozen in the
direction of the girl who goes whirling
past them, with a new partner, a man
oi middle age, with dark features and
the general appearance of a Castillian
It seems as though this belle of the
Jardin Bullier has a decided penchant
for gentlemen of Spanish blood.
As for Col. Bob, he deliberately
turns his back on the scene, an action
the dancing girl cannot fail to see.
Over his face flits an expression of
l een pain; he grits his teeth savagely,
end then the agony is over—no one
would guess what he has just passed
through.
Col. Bob abruptly leaves the profes
sor and pushes his way through the
crowd. He is almost savage in his
advance, and more than one beau of
the Closerie scowls at the Americas
when his patent leather dancing
pumps are trodden on, or his well
bvushed dancing coat rudely rubbed
against.
He keeps looking right and left,
as tl|pugh still in hopes of discovering
the one whom he came to find, and all
the while he mutters:
“Confound it all, I didn't believe it
of Dora. I knew she was full of spir
its and enjoyed fun as well as the
t ext one, but I never thought to find
ter in this place, dancing with strang
ers. I'm disappointed—mad. The pro
fessor is welcome to the Jade—I think
he’d suit her better than Bob Harlan
ever could, for he doesn’t seem to see:
anything out of the way In her being'
here. As for me, I swear right now
I wash my hands—”
"Bob!”
The voice sounds close by his ear—
he shivers as he never was known to
when facing a dozen tough despera
does out West, but he does not turn
around, continuing to look away from
the magnet so close to his elbow.
“Bob, are you very angry with me?”
Now a hand steals through his arm
—it touches his own, and thrills the
man. Unable to longer resist, he
slowly turns his head and looks into
that charming fresh face,’ those daz
zling eyes—and Bob Harlan is again
in fetters.
"Yes, I’m very, very mad, Dora—
boiling over with indignation. What
brings you to this place? I never
thought to Bee you here,when I stroll
ed in from curiosity.”
"Am I bound to tell you?” she pouts,
walking beside him.
"Not at all—you are at liberty to do
as you please,” he replies, coldly.
The girl melts at once, evidently
she cares much for this man’s good
opinion.
“Bob, did you notice my partner In
that dance?” ehe asks, but he shakes
his head.
"1 saw only you, it seemed as
though a mist came before me then,
and I was blind. Heavens! girl, what
ever induced you to oome to this
place?” he almost fiercely demands.
“A stern duty brought me here, Col.
Bob. You would not hesitate to face
danger where it is duty that calls—
why should Dora?”
“Nonsense! what mission could
bring you here?” he asks, in an in
credulous tone, while they promenade
rmong the cowds, with the music
thobbing from the stand near by.
“My duty to Miss Pauline—I would
go through fire and water for her,”
declared the girl resolutely.
“1 can’t quite understand how you
co-*!d serve Miss Westerley by being
present here. Perhaps you will con
descend to explain—that is, if you
care,” quickly seeing a shadow pass
over Dora’s face.
“There’s no reason I shouldn't, es
pecially as you are already interested
in the Mexican mine business. You
know Senor Manuel Lopez?”
“I should say I did; he is in Paris
now with his daughter, Juanita, and
his nephew, Carlos. We have taken
dinner with them.”
"Meaning yourself and friend, Mon
sieur Dick?”
“Yes; you see, the senor’s lovely
daughter was always about half in
love with Dick, but he never cared
for the woman, and gave her little en
couragement. I’ve half believed that
they are in Paris now because Jua
nita knew we would be here.”
(To be continued.)
Crack Fourteen Miles Long.
The second largest crack in the
earth in the United States has been
discovered in a remote part of the
Terlingua quicksilver district, about
ninety miles south of Marathon, Tex
as, according to Dr. William B. Phil
lips, formerly director of the State
mineral survey, who is now operating
quicksilver mines in that section. Dr.
Phillips says that this wonderful
crack is fourteen miles long, and is
at no place under 700 feet wide. It
is 1,800 feet deep. The walls are al
most vertical. So far as known, no
exploration of the crack has ever
been made. The country where it is
found has an altitude of about 3,000
feet. It is believed that an explora
tion of the crack may reveal rich min
erals, particularly quicksilver.
The search that has been made re
cently for quicksilver prospects in
that section has brought to light
other interesting geological wonders.
It is stated by Dr. Phillips that fifty
extinct volcanoes have been found
there. A number of rich quicksilver
mines are being operated in the dis
trict, and preparations are being made
to develop many other promising pros
pects. Dr. Phillips says that the
quicksilver output of the district this
year will be at least 6,000 flasks.—
New York Times.
In St. Petersburg.
“There is something repulsive in
the climate of St. Petersburg in the
early spring and autumn," says a
writer, “when the thermometer often
falls 30 degrees in a few hours, when
the roads are ankle deep in snow
broth, or mud, when the winds blow
raw and cold from every quarter of
the compass and the quickmovffag
droskles shower the abominations of
the roads impartially upon noble and
peasant. It is no consolation to the
visitor te know that the Neva is seal
ed by ice early in November or late
in October. Long indeed before the
frost king has talked down to the
latitude of St. Petersburg the lordly
river is completely blocked. Great
ice sheets from stormy Ladoga float
down the current; they crash against
the mighty buttresses of the bridges
cling to the banks and gradually ac
cumulate until the whole length of the
river, which unites the greatest lake
in Europe with the gulf of Finland, is
completely choked. The ice is rear
ed higgledly-piggledy at every con
ceivable angle. It is a strange sight
—this broad stretch of water, impas
sable and icebound while the temper
ature of the surrounding country is
often many degrees about freezing
point.”
The Boy and the Samaritan*.
The other night two women hurry
ing around the avenue corner at Sev
enteenth street almost stumbled over
a man who lay on his back across the
flagging; his face silver white in the
moonlight. Near him stood a boy.
The women were terrified and the boy
explained:
“I don’t know who the man is. I
think he must have been drinking and
stunned himself in falling. My friend
and I found him here, and he has gone
for a doctor.”
"Poor fellow!” said one of the wom
en, "how pitiful be looks with his head
on the bare stone.”
The boy must have thought so, too.
for he took out his handkerchief and
doubled it into a tiny pillow. Then
the doctor came and the crowd gath
ered.
And the Samaritans passed on.—
Washington Post.
ALL WARSHIFS OUTCLASSED ~
BY THIS MARINE MONSTER
Members of the Society of Naval
Architects and Marine Engineers and
officials of the Brooklyn Navy-Yard
were much interested yesterday and
discussed in detail the plans and des
cription of Anson Phelps Stokes ma
rine monster, the Ultima, designed
by the young millionaire to sweep the
seas.
The Ultima is described as a glob
uloid naval battery. The trials of the
model built by Mr. Stokes were held
in the government model basin, Wash
ington. It is learned that the Ultima
will have a capacity for 2,600 tons of
coal, enabling her to steam at full
power eleven days with only a nor
mal supply of coal. If all available
space is used for storing coal the
boat can steam for thirty days. The
sides of the Ultima present a small
effective target, being only about one
half the length of the latest battle
ships. In addition to her guns there
are four submarine torpedo tubes for
ward on lower deck, while additional
tubes can be placed aft.
The armor of the vessel will con
sist of Krupp's cemented steel, rang
ing in thickness from one inch on the
berth deck to thirteen and one-half
inches covering the sides of the* berth
and magazine decks. Including the
late Japanese-Russian war, there is
no record of six-inch Krupp armor on
a battleship ever being pierced. As
future naval battles will probably be
fought at a range of five miles, the
armor provided for is thought to be
sufficient.
Provision has been made for carry
ing one sixtv-three-foot submarine,
one fifty-foot launch, two thirty-six
foot power-cutters, two thirty-foot
power cutters and a number of small
er boats, including lifeboats under
the armor protection. The wardroom
officers' rooms are about twice as
large as usual, Mr. Stokes believing
that it will be for the good of the
service to make quarters comfortable
and attractive, giving space for gener
al furnishings, where there will be
facilities for studying and draughting.
“If these facilities were better on ex
isting battleships,” says the inventor,
“we might have a larger number of
papers from officers at sea.” The
plans show accommodations on board
for over 1,500, including all officers,
crew and marines.
In urging the adoption of his plan,
Mr. Stokes said: “Ships can be built
abroad in much less time than we
require, and it is necessary for us to
take a decided leap ahead if we would
not build battleships that are anti
quated and outclassed before they are
ready for use. The building of a 30,
000-ton Ultima here would be very
discouraging to foreign competition.”
—New York World.
Had “Solos” Full of “Mucilage.”
A few years ngo, while I was living
In Lebanon, N. H., there was a certain
Mr. Bagley there who was noted for
trying to use big words, and also for
getting his remarks somewhat twisted,
says a writer in the Boston Herald.
On a certain occasion he had been
to a farmers' meeting at Hanover, and.
while returning, one of his neighbors
drove up behind him, and the con
versaion turned on crops.
His neighbor asked: “How is your
, hay crop this season?” Baveey re
1 plied: “Well, my hay crop is rather
j short, but I shall get my cows through
! the winter all right, for I shall have
I two solos full of mucilage.”
India’s Toll to Jungle Wild Animals
Enormous Destruction of Human
Life and Domestic Stock in a
Measure Offset by Wise Provi
sion of Nature.
Year by year records are published
of the destruction of human and cat
tle life by the wild beasts and snakes
of British India. Last year 24,576
human beings and 96,226 cattle were
killed and of the people 21,827 deaths
were attributed to snakes, while of
the cattle 86,000 were killed by wild
beasts, panthers being charged with
40,000 and tigers with 30,000 of this
total; snakes accounted for 16,000.
And this is but a trifling percentage
of the actual annual mortality, as it
excludes the feudatory states, with
their 700,000 square miles and 60,
000,000 inhabitants, where no records
are obtainable.
Last year, 1,285 tigers, 4,370 pan
thers and leopards, 2,000 bears and
2,086 wolves were killed; of snakes—
the real scourge of India—no record
is possible, and unfortunately com
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paratively few are destroyed. .
The descent upon promising crops
by deer and pigs and monkeys would
be even more serious to India and
more expensive to the natives were
it not Tor the tiger, panther and leop
ard. This formidable trio of the cat
family practically police agricultural
India where it pushes into the jungle
and makes it possible for the poor
native to exist through cultivation of
his fields.
Undoubtedly the depredations of the
tiger are overestimated, because it is
so feared that wherever it prowls in
variable panic spreads widely to its
discredit.
Panthers are bolder in attack, more
active and more generally vicious
than tigers; yet they inspire nothing
like such awe among the natives. In
deed, I have seen natives rally to the
defense of a dog, of which leopards
are particularly fond, when had the
intruder been a tiger they would have
been paralyzed into inaction by very
fear.—Caspar Whitney in October
Outing.
Where Snakes Swallow Horses.
Col. Lydon Andrews, who has just re
turned from Brazil, declares that many
Americans are settling in that repub
lic. He says that on the south fork of
the Amazon a large number of Amer
icans are taking up land which is sold
by the government for almost a song.
The climate is said to be delightful,
about equivalent to southern Califor
nia.
The only drawback, he asserts, is
the immense tree snakes that abound
In the zone. These grow to enormous
size and prey on live stock.
CoL Andrews vouches for the story
that a missionary from Chicago, who
owned a valuable horse on which he
rode from village to village, mourns
the loss of the animal .which was
swallowed by a tree snake.—Browns
ville (Texas) dispatch.
Bigger Than We Knew.
When the boundary between Michi
gan and Wisconsin was drawn the
surveyors were evidently in a bit of a
hurry, for now it turns out that some
250.000 acres of land supposed to
have been included in Michigan’s acre
age Is beyond it and belonging no
where. The territory in dispute is
big enough to form a fair sized prov
ince in Russia and more than one
bloody war has been fought in Europe
to conquer a strip of land smaller than
the “derelict territory" of Michigan.
Here it was not missed for a genera
tion. The United States Geographic
Survey found out the mistake of the
original boundary makers only the oth
er day.—New York Herald.
Hold Many Directorship*.
Chauncey M. Depew is a director in
seventy-four corporations. James H.
Hyde, formerly vice president of the
Equitable Life Assurance Society, was
a director in forty-five different cor
porations. George F. Baker, president
of the First National Bank, is in
forty-four corporations, while James
Stillman, president of the National
City bank, is in fifty-eight corpor
ations. William Rockefeller, brother
of John D. Rockefeller. 1b in forty
different corporations. George J.
Gould is In forty-five corporations and
his brother, Frank Gould in about
twenty.
Artificial Nests for Birds.
A year and a half ago the municipal
ity of Orbe, in the canton of Vaud,
placed artificial nests in the trees
throughout the district in order to
protect and preserve insect efcting
birds in the locality.
The branches of the trees were stud
ded with sharp nails, to prevent access
to the nests by the birds' enemies.
Blackbirds and thrushes were the
first to show their appreciation of the
facilities provided, and their example
was soon followed by other members
of the feathered tribe.
The artificial nests are closely imi
tated from the originals, and a Swiss
naturalist conducts the new industry,
which is in the hands of women.—
Geneva Correspondence London Ex
press.
Getting it Straight
“It vexes me, Henry,” said Mrs. Pen
fcecker, “to hear you always complain
ing that I do not seem to appreciate
the devotion you have manifested to
ward me.”
Mr. Penhecker wisely refrained
from saying anything.
“You know perfectly well.” con
tinued Mrs. Penhecker, “that when
you told me of your affection, I re
ciprocated by accepting your hand in
marriage.”
"Reciprocated?” ejaculated Mr. Pen
hecker, with the elocutionary effect of
a man who has been stung by a hor
net. “Reciprocated? Don’t you mean
retaliated?”
Just for that he was not permitted
to buy a new winter hat.
Russian Peasant Character.
The Russian peasant is not trained
to work. He feels no zeal in it. He
will not labor for more than is neces
sary to provide for the next few days.
For the land is not really his own,
and, therefore, he cannot love it as a
husbandman should. His whole char
acter has been enervated by enslave
ment and bad government, which ren
dered him less than ever capable of
struggling with bad times.—London
Daily News.
“Bald-Headed Schooner.”
The schooner Andrew G. Pierce Jr.,
which recently dropped anchor in the
harbor at Bath, Me., is a curiosity
even in that city of ships. She has
three masts, but no topmasts. She
has a "spiked bowsprit” and jibboom
In one. She has no topsails, gafftop
sails or staysails. Sailors call vessels
of this type bald-headed schooners.
Descendant of King Robert .
Lord Elgin claims to be the direct
descendant of the male line of King
Robert the Bruce, whose sword and
helmet are kept at Broomhall. He is
a_godson of Queen Victoria.
TELL OF LIGHTNING
MEN WHO KNOW REPORT QUEER
PRANKS OF ELECTRIC FLUID.
Will Get Its Man at Many Miles Dis
tance If Good Connection Is Made—
It Pays to Keep Away from Barbed
Wire Fence During Storm.
Freaks of electricity were the sub
ject of the discourse last evening
among a number of the members of
“the bunch,” says the Anaconda
Standard. One of the boys asserted
that he had worked in a placer mine
on Wisconsin creek, near Sheridan,
a few years ago. In company with
another man he was winding a rope
around a “rubber neck” w-hich made
connection between the steel pipe and
the canvas hose which fed the hy
draulic nozzle. All around him the
sky was serene and the sun was shin
ing. Suddenly he felt a shock which
paralyzed both legs, which were
astride the big steel pipe, and it waa
fully an hour before he could restore
the circulation and again be able to
move abouL Investigation showed af
terward that there had been a thun
derstorm further up the creek at the
head of the big ditch and a big bolt
of lightning had dropped into the res
ervoir. Seeking an outlet, the electric
fluid traveled down the ditch until
it found a good conductor in the steel
pipe, which it followed until the
miner’s legs made a good connection.
Then it gave a passing shock.
“Speaking of electricity and its
strange freaks,” spoke up another
member of the bunch, “reminds me of
a time when I was working on a ranch
which sported many piles of barbed
wire fencing. The boss and I went
out one day to fix a considerable
amount of fencing which had been
broken by a band of wild cattle the
day before. We had worked pretty
industrially for a few hours and the
repairs were nearly all finished, the
top wire alone remaining to be strung
to complete the job. In the mean
time a storm came up a few miles
away and the lightning was dropping
along the river bank, four miles away
by the way the crow flies, but three
times that distance by the way the
fence ran.
“I suggested to the boss that it
would be a good idea for us to go into
the ranch and get a bite to eat; that
it was dangerous to monkey rdth a
barbed wire fence when the lightning
king was out. But he was obdurate
and laughed at all of my suggestions.
Finally he told me that if X was such
an old woman as to be scared of a
little thunderstorm I could go home
and go to sleep in the hay—he would
finish the job alone. With that he
walked across to the last wire just
as a terrific clap of thunder came.
The next thing I knew he was
wrapped in a sheet of blue flame and
was thrown half a hundred feet into
a ditch the other side of the fence,
where he lay unconscious. With the
greatest difficulty he was loaded into
a wagon and taken to the ranch,
where medical assistance was secured.
After twenty-four hours he came to
and wondered what it all meant. He
said that he had heard a fusillade
which sounded like a Chinese New
Year at close quarters and then his
soul went floating through the air
with a vision of blue flames pursuing
it. Finally he came back to earth
again, but from that day to this, if
he is working along a wire fence
when even the slightest cloud appears,
he will forsake everything else and
get as far as possible away from the
fence before the cloud has time to
do any damage. At the time he was
hurt lightning had struck the extreme
end of the fence fully ten miles away,
but the distance did not lessen the
effect of the shock in the least.”
Pigeon’s Hard Journey.
WSngs battered and tall feathers
partly gone, too plainly telling the
story of captivity from which It had
escaped, a pigeon which was one of
the contestants in the 400-mile race
from Memphis to Louisville reached
its loft in the yard of the home of
Charles Wlrth last Friday, nearly two
weeVis late.
The bird flew into Its loft as if glad
to get back home, but it showed that
it had not had a pleasant journey
from Memphis.
It is supposed that the pigeon was
trapped by some one when it was
blown out of its course by the storm
the birds are known to have encoun
tered. It Is easily supposed that the
bird, after being held in captivity
for several days, was released, the
capturers thinking the bird would
stay.—Louisville Courier-Journal.
Attorney General No Lawyer.
The present labor government of
South Australia has an attorney-gen
eral, A. H. Peake, who is utterly in
nocent of law. In the Adelaide Crim
inal Court recently a defending coun
sel raised the objection that the in
formation had been sworn by an at
torney-general who was not legally
qualified to hold the position, but it
was not sustained by the judge.
Kubelik’s Fingers Insured.
Jan Kubelik, the Bohemian violin
ist now in this country, is said to have
a policy for $50,000 upon his fingers
$5,000 for each finger and thumb, ta
ken out at Lloyds in London by his
manager, Hugo Gorlitz. Mr. Gorlltz,
who has arranged a tour around the
world for the violinist, making cash
guarantees in many cities, is thus pro
tected should Kubelik meet with mis
fortune. The policy also contains ac
cident clauses.
To Succeed Baron Rothschild.
The electors of the Jewish Con
sistory of Bordeaux have been sum
moned to return a representative to
the Central Consistory, in place of the
late Baron Alphonse de Rothschild. It
is expected that he will be succeeded
by his son, Baron Edouard.
Pay for Prisoners’ Board.
Oregon refuses to maintain United
States prisoners in her State prison
for less than $8 a week. Uncle Sam
refuses to pay more than $4. So the
Oregonians have turned over the
prisoners—fourteen in number—to
the United States marshal.
