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The doctor, In answer to his unspok
en appeal, goes with hi in to tho hall.
Aro they going to arrest tno7"
George whispers hoarsely, looking
grey and haggard.
"Yes, they've got a warrant! George,
you are Innocent, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am Innocent," he returns, In
a dull sort of way. "My poor mother,
you'll stand to her, doctor?"
"George!' oh, my son!" His mother's
arms aro round him. She has heard
every word. Her volco Is full of
agony an agony that la like a sword
n her heart.
"Mother, my poor mother!" The
man's faco works as ho holds her to
him tight.
"God hless my soul!" shouts the
Joctor, "what are we coming to when
a man like Savlllo can act on u
trumped-up pack of rubbish? My dear
Mrs. Bouverlo, don't let this worry
you, It Is all n wretched mistake!
George, man, say you can set It
right!"
There was no shamo In the eyes of
Georgo Bouverlo. A kind of proud
light leaps Into them for a moment;
then he puts his mother gently into tho
doctor's arms, saying softly:
"Whatever happens, believe I am In
nocent." Then ho turns to the ser
geant. "Now, then, I am ready to go
with you."
Mrs. Houverlo does not seo tho
crowning act of disgrace as her son
jalks out of his own homo a prison or
Into the goodly light of tho setting
sun. She has fainted, and lies back
with closed eyes, unconscious of tho
young golden head, that, for the llrst
time In his life, George bows with
sname.
Ho gets up on the car, with white
lips and a stony face. His eyes are
fixed and show no wavering. And, be
fore night falls, all Portraven stands at
its doors discussing the bank robbery
and tho arrest of Mr. Bouverle; wlillo
tho cashier lies In his lodgings, and
turns his faco to the wall, a limp neap
of shuddering humanity.
His landlady hurries to tell him that
Mr. Bouverlo has been taken. Mr.
Grey only shivers and buries his chat
tering teeth and leaden face In the bed
clothes. It Is Doctor Carter who, with tears
In his eyes, breaks to Mrs. Bouverlo
the terrible Intelligence that her son
has been brought before tho magis
trates and committed for trial on tho
charge of robbery and murderous as
sault. "He never did It," sobs tho old man;
"but It looks very black against him.
Poor lad! He wouldn't say whero ho
got tho money ho was wiring off to
that scoundrel, tho bookmaker, and
that went dead ngalnst him; and that
fellow Grey stuck to his story. He
swore It was George who attacked him
he sworo It through thick and thin.
On the faco of evidence like that tho
magistrates had nothing to do but send
tho caso for trial; but I can't believe
it of George I can't Indeed!"
Yet tho doctor is wavering. Facts
are ' stubborn -.ngs and honorable
men have becomo thieves and crimi
nals before now. Mrs. Bouverlo lies
worn out with grief and anxiety.
"Would I had died for thee, my
son!" she moans, as David did, and can
take no comfort. Her boy, her idol,
sent to prison, condemned nlready In
the fives of the world. .Yet her .faith
has never wavered. George said ho was
innocent, anu uou in nis own goou
time will make that Innocence clear.
"Then thoro was that awkward bit
of evidence about the chloroform," tho
doctor goes on, examining and sifting
every bit of evidence. "Dalo, that
chemist, sworo that George had
bought that chloroform for tho de
struction of a diseased cat."
"That was true." Mrs. Bouverle lifts
her heavy, tear-wet eyes for a second.
"Yes; but Georgo couldn't say ho
had used tbo chloroform, and that told
against hlra. Savlllo Jumped at that
point."
"My poor cat died. She was a pot,
and Bhe was caught In a trap. To
spare my feelings, Georgo said ho
would give her chloroform. Sho was
doad beforo ho got back from Port
raven, and afterwards ho said ho had
thrown tho bo'ttlo away. Oh, Doctor
Carter, you know my boy Is Innocent!
1 Theso hideous doubts must bo dis
solved! I feel so weak, so heartbroken,
so friendless!" sobs tho poor lady;
"and my poor Georgo was so happy
Just boforo this happoned engaed to
Barbara Savlllo, and looking rorwaru
to going out to Tasmania."
Tho doctor draws a long whistle.
"That accounts Tor tho milk In tho
cocoanut that sour-vlsaged Savlllo
means to marry tho girl himself. It
is as plain as daylight now. That Is
why he Is so dead Against Georgo!"
Mrs. Bouverlo clasps her trembling
hands and bows her grlef-stalned
face.
"George In prison! Doctor Carter,
God only knows my agony! My poor,
poor boy, weak as ho may havo been,
"but criminal never!"
Doctor Carter tries to comfort and
consolo her.
"Thero, there, lot It como to a trial;
I havo secured Jarvls for George. If
any man can ferret out the truth ho
cnn.ifid we've not long lo wait. Tho
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Barbara will only have to turn round
and come home again. I met Sebas
tian ou his way lo send her a tele
gram."
"Poor child, poor Barbara! and she
was to have married George!" sighs
Mrs. Uou verb.
"So sho will, so she will," Doctor
Carter says abruptly. In bis heart he
thinks: "That poor lad will get his live
years as sure as God made little ap
ples; and Baibara Isn't likely to stick
to a man with the taint of pilsou on
htm!"
CHAPTER VIII.
Tho assizes aro going on, and tho
county town 13 full of barristers and
attorneys; and all Interest is centered
on the Portraven bank robbery case,
for tho man to be tried Is a gentleman,
a member of 0110 of the oldest families
In the county.
Mrs. Bouverlo Is staying In the same
hotel as the Judge who is to try her
son. She will stay near Georgo to tho
last; and Doctor Carter, fuming and
fussy, has taken up his quarters at
tho Royal Anna too. He is beginning
to lose heart. The evidence Is so dead
against George, and tho great counsel
engaged can wring nothing from the
silent lips of the prisoner. With a s.ul,
stern face of George confronts him, but
refuses to speak refuses to account
for the money that had been In his
possession that day. He will make no
defense whatever, beyond declaring his
Innocence. His counsel Is in despair.
Without doubt tho jury will bring in a
verdict of guilty.
Worn out with great anxiety, Mrs.
Bouverlo lies on a sofa In a prlvato
room of the hotel. In tho garden be
low tho windows great bunches of li
lacs scent the air, and the light breeze
rustles tho golden sprays of laburnum;
but the mother's eyes see them not.
Sho can only think of her boy within
the cold, gray walls of tho jail waiting
for his trial. Mr. Savllle Is In the town
too, with a look of satisfaction on his
faco; also Mr. Groy, tho cashier, who,
they say, has never rocovcrcd from tho
shock of tho assault on him. He starts
at every shadow, and looks a miser
able, haunted Individual.
In vain Dr. Carter tries to persuade
Mrs. Bouverlo not to attend tho trial.
It will only bo needlessly distressing,
ho urges. And hla Inmost conviction
Is that Georgo will bo found guilty.
Mrs. Bouverlo Is firm. ."My placo is
besldo my son," sho says, struggling
for calmness.
So tho warm spring days go by, with
tho world Hooded with sunshine, and
every field and tree In Its now dress of
vivid green, everything bright and
beautiful; only tho stern, unhappy faco
of tho man awaiting trial, whilo moth
er prays to Him who pities this sor
rowful sighing of tho prisoners, tuk
Ing her trouble to tho foot of the cross
and laying It thure. Oh, tho shame,
tho misery, and tho pity of It all!
And tho day dawns for tho trial of
the bank robbery. Dr. Carter makes
ono more desporato effort.
Mrs. Bouverle, you aro not strong
enough to stand this. I promise to send
you word every half-hour as tho caso
goes on. Besides, it would only dis
tress poor Georgo to see you."
"Dr. Carter, you mean well, but I
must go. I wilt be very brave," Mrs.
Bouverlo says, looking at the doctor's
kindly faco with eyes that aro dim
with tears and want of sleep.
"It will kill her, poor soul!" Dr.
Cartor says, half aloud.
Crowds are Hocking to tho court
house. It Is an exciting caso. Tho
counsel retained for Georgo Is In tho
depths of despair. Ho cannot seo tho
chanco of an acquittal unless somo
wonderful evidonce turns up, which Is
not likely, at tho olevcnth hour.
Mr. Grey, tho cashier, Is prepared to
Identify Georgo Bouverlo ns tho man
who attacked and druggod him.
Tho caso Is not very exciting after
all. In vain Mr. Jarvls cross-examines
Mr. Groy; ho sticks to htB statement
without wavering. Limp nnd ghastly
looking ho Is, but firm; nnd yet ho
never onco looks at tho palo, set faco
of tho man In the dock, who holds his
golden head up bravely. Onco once,
when tho Judge says:
"Edward Grey, look at the prisoner
in tho dock. Do you swear that Is tho
man who attacked you In tho Portrav
en bank?
"Then only tho witness looks for a
second Into tho steady eyes of Georgo
Bouverle eyes that look true as steel.
"That la the man," ho says.with such
conviction that Georgo Bouverlo'a
counsel groans.
Mrs. Bouvorle alts Immovable, her
hands In her lap, a small, pitiful flguro
crushed to tho earth with a sorrow
that la so torrlblo and so strange.
Mr. Savlllo, with an asaumod air of
reluctance, steps Into tho witness box,
but every word ho utters tells dead
against tho prlsonor. It Ib he who
brings to light George Bouvorlo's
financial difficulties and racing pro
dlvltles, nnd tho Jury prick their ears,
nnd Into tboir twelvo Intelligent faces
comes a Iffok that shows they havo
found out the reason why. Thoro Is
not' one of tho 12 good men nnd truo
who has tho faintest doubts of their
verdict when Mr. Sebastian Savllle,
still with tho manner of one having
done an unpleasant duty, steps down
from the witness tablo.
Georgo gives him ono look a look of
deep and bitter anger nnd contempt.
Mr. Dalo, the chemist, adds hU quota
to tho mass of evidence, nnd tho chlor
oform Is accounted for.
Tho crowd of persons listening to
the case come to the conclusion that
George Bouverlo must bo n very wick
ed young man Indeed,' In spite of his
noblo llgure nnd kingly head. Ho li
nothing belter than a common thief.
And public sympathy goes with tho
bank clerk, whoso nervous system has
been shattered.
Truly It had been a bold robbery In
deed, and an example should bo mndot
To walk boldly Into tho bank, choos
ing 11 moment when thero was no ono
picsent but tho cashier, and to Imme
diately chloroform him nnd make off
with a hundred pounds was tho act of
a villain!
Dr. Carter's faco grew longer nnd
longer ns the case proceeds. Mr. Jnr
vis makes but a lame defenso. Mrs.
Bouverlo turns nn agonized faco on
tho doctor, uud whispers, with whlto
lips:
"It Is going ngalnst him, nnd yet ho
Is Innocent."
Dr. Carter la trembling visibly.
"Let mo take you away,' Mrs. Bou
verle. My dear lady, bo guided by
me. I'll let you know the Instant It la
over."
But sho shakes her head, hor poor,
sad eyes seeing only tho figure In tho
dock, tho man with tho handsome,
mlserablo face, that gets paler and
more desperato ns tho caso goes on.
He glances at his mother onco, with a
world of sorrowful pity in his gaze,
and his self-control deserts him for a
moment.
Tho Judge la'summlng up, nnd ovory
sentence, every clenr.cuttlng word tells
against tho prisoner. It la a scathing
speech, In which tho Jury aro entreated
to lay aside any thoughts of tho pris
oner's position, of his youth, only to
remember that a hideous crime has
been committed; nnd ho begs them to
do their duty fearlessly, conscien
tiously beforo God, nnd faithfully be
tween the Crown and the prisoner nt
tho bar.
Sobaatlnn Savlllo draws n long
breath as tho Judge alts down. Georgo
Bouverlo Is ns good as condemned;
there Is not a chance of an acquittal
now. The Jury fllo out of tho box.
(To bo continued.)
ANAGRAMS ON NOTED NAMES,
Houiu TriiiU)oltloi) Kxprmslng Fuel
In Men' History.
Anagrams that transmute tho names
of well-known men and women aro
often stnrtllngly appropriate. What
could bo bettor in thia way than theso
announcements, evolved from two
great statement nnmes when the rolna
of power changed hands: Gladstone,
G leads not!" Dlaraoll, "I lead, sir!"
Quito as happy is tho comment on tho
devoted nursing of Florence Night
ingale, whoso namo yields "Flit on,
cheering angel." Among those that aro
most often quoted wo may mention
Horatio Nelson, "Honor est a Nllo;"
Charles James Stuart, "Claims Ar
thur's Seat;" Pilate's question, "Quid
eat Veritas?" "What Is truth?"), an
swered by "Est Vlr qui adest" ("It Is
tho man hero present"); Swedish
Nightingale, "Sing high, sweet Lin
da;" David Livingstone, "D. V., go nnd
vJslt.Nllo;" vtho marquess of Rlpon
(who resigned tho grand mastership
of Freemasons when ho became a Ro
manist), "R. I. P., quoth Freemasons;"
Charles Prince of Wales, "All Franco
palls: O holn:" Sir Roger Charles
Doughty Tlchbome, baronet, "Yon
horrid butcher Orton, biggest raBcal
here," and many ehor.tcr specimens,
such ns telegraph, "great holp;" as
tronomers, "no more stare'and "moon
starera;" ono hug, "enough;" edltora,
"so tired;" tournament, "to run at
men;" penltcntlnry, "nay, I repent;"
Old England, "golden land;" revolu
tion, "to love ruin;" fashionable,
"one-half bias;" lawyers, "sly waro;"
midshipman, "mind his map;" poor
houso, "O sour hope;" Presbyterian,
"best In prayer;" sweetheart, "thero
wo sat;" matrimony, "into my arm."
Chambers' Journal.
HrfnUliiB Komi' In Hnutli Africa.
The way In which horses aro broken
to saddle In South Africa la ono which
I havo never aeon practiced In any
other country, saya a writer. It Is
charmingly simple, and has Its good
points bb well as Its bad ones. It con
sists of tying the head of tho neophyte
cloao up to that of n steady horso by
means of a cord connecting tho respec
tive headstalls worn by theso animals.
Aftor they havo both been saddled and
bridled, tho 'schoolmaster" Ib first
mounted, and then another man gota
on tho young one, who Is powerless to
buck, rear, or run away, on account
of his head being fixed. Besides this,
the fact of hla being nlongsldo another
horso glvo3 him contldenco, nnd, no
mnttpr how wild ho may bo, ho will
learn In a short tlmo to carry hla bur
don and rcgulato his pace nccordlng to
that of hla companion. As ho settles
down quietly to work, tho connecting
cord may bo gradually loosened out
until at last It can bo taken oft alto
gether. runny Mnn'a Wife.
"Hero's tho clockmaker como to fix
our sitting room clock," said tho funny
man's wlfo; "won't you go up and get
It for him?'' "Why, It Isn't upstairs,
Is It?" replied ho lazily. "Of courso
It Is. Whero did you think It wns?"
"Oh, I thought It had run down."
Philadelphia Press.
ruirjL inji;In:
HmSiW&K -IB
In the mountains west of tho big
gorgo lived tho tribe of Cappa Tom,
and tho chieftain of tho tribe, Singing
Water, was proud of his f00 braves,
who wore tall mid lltho and strong
and mighty huntsmen; and be was
proud of tho buxom squaws and tho
fat papooses In the mountain camp.
No enemy In tho region for a hundred
leagues nlunit dared give battlo to
Singing Water, for tint fame of his
braves had spread even to tbo great
forest ou the mirth and tho m.irah
lands on tho south.
Onco upon a time, so the legend
sayn, Singing Water found among tho
children in the tepees a poor little
papooso, n shrunken diminutive dwarf
child, of whom tho other Indian boys
mado sport and forbade him their
amusement; so "Little InJIn" would
sit cross-legged apart from his fellow-,
nnd watch them at play.
Chief Singing Water sent for him
ono dny, nnd to tho trembling, shrink
ing, llttlo figure before him ho gi tinted
words of dlsapproval.and with a frown
on his face he spoke to "Llttlo In
JIn." "Ha! Little InJIn. You good not at
nil. You very small! You crooked
llko manznnllla tree; you sick like dy
ing squnw; you ugly like stinking fox;
you can no fight, you can no hunt. So,
ugh! You go old squaw; you grind
acorns, you make fires, you cook, llko
squnw. Little InJIn, you no good."
When tho words woro uttered n
change camo over tbo face nnd form
of Little InJIn. Ho stood ns erect ns
his crooked llmba would permit, nnd
with a set, stern faco nnd nn angry
voice ho dared nnswor Singing Water.
"Big chief, you say Utile InJIn no
good. Little InJIn sick; Llttlo InJIn
crooked; Little InJIn ugly; Llttlo InJIn
no fight; Llttlo InJIn no hunt; only
grind acorns and make fires for squaw.
Llttlo InJIn no moro stny with you;
Llttlo InJIn go far off; you seo Little
InJIn nn moro!"
He hobbled nwny from tho presence
of Singing Wnter, nnd that night he
left tho camp, and through tho long
hours until the dawn of nnothor day
he limped nlong tho path that led to
nowhero In particular. By tho light
of tho moon ho crossed tho creeks and
tho amnll streams, and tho stars point
ed him n way over tho bills nnd
through tho valloys.
Finally Llttlo InJIn reached tho sum
mit of a high mountain, nnd lay down
to rest IiIb tired limbs. Ho waa faint
nnd sore; nnd could not eat tho ber
ries that grow In abundnnco on tho
mountain slope, ho could not Bleep, for
his eyes would constantly till with
toars. Ho luy thero for a long tlmo, a
sobbing In hla throat, n pattor of tears
falling on his moccasins.
Then a good spirit camo on tho
mountain top, nnd touched him light
ly on tho shoulder. It waa llko a
woman's touch llko his mothor'B.back
In tho land of Singing Wnter.
"Llttlo lnjlu, .vhat for you cry?"
said tho good spirit; and tho lad hid
Ills faco In fright, and his sobs only
Increased.
"Little InJIn, no get scared," roaa-
sured tho good spirit. "You no bo
afraid of good spirit, but say what for
you cry."
Llttlo InJIil dried his tears and bo
tween his sobs ho Bald:
"Great chief of my people, no llko
Little InJIn; ho n:iy me too llttlo; he
say mo too sick; ho say mo too crook
ed; ho say mo too ugly; mo no can
fight, me no can hunt, mo no good. Mo
go away."
"But Little InJIn must go back to his
people," 6ald tho good spirit; "ypu
must speak to them nnd tell tho chief
and hla braves that you aro going far
away to live in big valloy, whefoyou
will find pretty squnw. Then somo
years moro papooso will come, nnd ho
will grow big and strong. Thon ho
will go back to your people,, nnd make
big chief and I1I3 braves all afraid of
him. You go now, Llttlo InJIn, back
to your peoplo In tho mountain.
Somo dnys later Little InJIn reached
hla old home, nnd following tho direc
tions of tho good spirit ho talked to.
Singing Water nnd tho braves, and ho
told them what ho proposed to do.
They laughed him to scorn nnd de
claied that In nil the land Llttlo InJIn
could find no squaw. But, determined
to follow tho advice of tho good spirit,
Llttlo InJIn now left his people, nnd
he Journeyed to 11 valley far In the
inst, whoro ho met nil Indian girl who
became hla squaw. Then camo a
papuoso to Llttlo InJIn, and ho grow
pud ho grew, until he was over hU
foot tall.and bnd tho strength of a bear
nnd tho llRotnosH of the deer. All tho
other Indians In tbo valley hoeamo
afraid of Utui, and he was soon known
far itutl wide as n great hunter nnd a
mighty miui when at war.
Then the good spirit again called on
Little InJIn and said to htm:
"Little InJIn, you go now back to
your pvople. Take your son, tho big
InJIn, and tell htm to cull all hla
braves In tho valley nnd go with you
with tltelr bowa and nrrows, their
beads nnd wnr paint, to light tho In
dians of tho mountain."
Tho Indians of tho valloy marched
upon tho long Journey to tho moun
tain the very next day. Meanwhile a
bad spirit, In tho form of a woodpeck
er, from hla nest in tho mountain, snw
tho valley Indlnna approach across
tho plain. So ho Hew an fast ns ho
could to tbo camp of Singing Water,
and he warned him mid his people.
"Tho big InJIn and his braves from tho
great valley aro coming to make war
on you, und I warn you not to run but
to light them. You can easily whip tho
big Indian nnd hla braves."
Tho next day 11 grout battlo was
fought between tho Indians of tho
mountnln nnd thoao of tho valloy; nnd
tho legend tells tho result In theso few
words: "Mountain InJIn no run away;
ho fight valloy InJIn. Vnlley InJIn
heap kill Mountain InJIn; ho strong,
he bravo, ho not sick, ho not crooked,
ho not ugly. Ho fight llko wild cnt;
Mountain InJIn ho say got enough
fight; he smoko peaco plpo. Very
well, Valley InJIn ho stny In moun
tain; ho no go home; ho send for Llt
tlo InJIn, now old man, to como back
to hla people. Then Valley InJIn mnko
Singing Wnter pay money InJIn
money; make him grind corn; mnko
him cook; make all InJIns of moun
tnln cook "samo as squaw; while Val
ley InJIn ho hunt, ho fish, ho fight.
Llttlo InJIn very old InJIn ho now
big chlof; he laugh, ho cry no moro;
he seo his big papooso; ho mnllo; ho
much happy InJIn how."
India' ItlnW.
Tho number of Indln'a Idols ts nnld to
oxcoed 333,000,000. Every vlllngo hns
Its special Idol, nnd frequently moro
than one Brnhma Is tho supremo god,
nnd npponrs In three forms Brnhma,
tho creator, Vishnu, tho presorver, nnd
Slvn, tho destroyer. Each of tho three
Is supposed to bo married, nnd thus
thero nro bIx deltlos which aro supremo
In India. Vishnu tho preserver, tho
moat worshipped, Is shown black, nnd
with four urms. Ilia wlfo, Lakshml,
Is tho goddess of prosporlty nnd good
luck. Very different nro Slvu and hla
wlfo. Ho la tho destroyer, nnd is rep
resented na n mnn powdered over with
nshes and wonrlug n tlger-skln. A
nccklnco of human skulls decorates his
throat, whilo ho carries u club or tri
dent, surmounted by human heads and
bones. China and Japan havo immense
numbers of Idols, many of their tem
ples being full of thorn. Ono Jnpancso
temple nt Sanjuaangcndo has ho many
that, If placed In lino, thoy would ex
tend for not less than half a mile.
Many of the Chlncso are said to spend
from 20 to 25 por cent of their incomo
on Idol worship.
Tho Cointor Ilrnkr.
Tho Innovation known ns the coaster
brake Is decidedly popular. Back ped
aling Is exceedingly tiresome, nnd
coasting has steadily declined by rca
son of tho obvious Inconvenience of
using tho plunger brnko, operated by
tlie foot. With the coaster hrako ono
can slido down n hill without remov
ing his feet from tho pedals. It ro
qulroa but a few moments to becomo
used to tho new brako, nnd Boon the
sense of complete control of tho wheel
Is felt and a comfortablo feeling of
security la Imparted, which has never
hitherto boon oxporlencod. Tho coast
er brako will bo ospeulal'y popular In
this city, where so many hills aro en
countered. Nearly nil tho brakes of
this kind on tho murkct aro operated
by rollers, controlled by springs, nro
simplo In construction nnd easily at
tached to any wheel.
Mrut In VludlvontoU.
Butchers In Vladivostok havo re
solved to raise tho prlco of meat.
Their reasons are the usual stock ar
guments on such occasions; but thoy
appear n trlflo funny whon It is re
called that one Chlnoso merchant who
Imported n thousand slaughtered cat
tle Into Vladivostok some tlmo ngo
was not allowed to discharge his cargo
for threo weeks. When landed tho
meat had to bo corned In order to anvo
It, nnd tho unfortunate purchaser was
compelled to buy barrols to preservo
his Importation, nnd Incur additional
expense Vegetarians nro amused nt
the situation, but moat rlacs In prlco.
ChlciiRn'H Imnrlutily l'licixint l)uy.
Tho weather olllco records In Chi
cago show that tho 2.1th of April hns
been clear In that city for twenty-five
yearB past, not n drop of rain having
fallen thero on that day elnco 1875.
DIDDY DOVCOTT3 MISTRESS.
Now York Hervnnt Itmrniret Huraulf
Upon Unkind Kmiiliiyrr.
Tho Now York servant has found a
way of revenging horsolf upon an un
kind mistress. Tho plan Is not origi
nal but It works satisfactorily. It
explains why somo women enn only
keep n norvant for n few days. Tho
rehemo la simple Tho departing do
mestic writes her opinion of her em
ployer In Rome hidden nook or cranny,
cither In tho kitchen or In hor own
room. Tho now domestic Muds this
communication. She profits by It. In
quiry nt nn omploymont ngoncy on
Sixth nvenuo revealed that this scheme
was generally prnctlcod. "It Is no
morn thnn could be oxpoctcd," said
tho manager of tho agency, "that a
girl who leaves n placo in a rago
against her mistress, as many of them
tlo, should want to have a word to
say to tho next servant that comes In.
It's nn oauy matter (o leave a linn
whero tho newcomer will find It. Ono
woman told mo that on tho wnll at tho
head of her servant's bod sho found
a penciled lino, 'The mistress here has
got such 11 tempur she'd mnko your
hair curl. My, but site's fussy mid
moan.' A spot often utilized la In the
neighborhood of the clock, but per
haps the most unlquo ono of all wns
written on n slip of paper nnd pasted
In tho bottom of tho wash bowl. In
going domestics hnvn lenmod to look
for theso communications now. A girl
I sent to n plaro tho othor day camo
back In a few hours. When I naked
her what was tho mutter, she said: 'I
didn't llko tho missus' reference.
They wnsn't as good mi mine.' 1 know
what sho meant and I told tho house-
wlfo In question that sho had bettor
rub out the notlco t lint her departing
maid left. Tho plan waa porhnpa sug
gested by tho Chinese servants In San
Francisco. Their mothod was to leave
a few hloroglyphlcs under tho kltchon
sink. Tho new celestial Invariably
looked thero tho fir it thing. If tho
signs were favorable to the lady of tho
houso ho stayed, If not ho loft with
out nny explanation, it has only re
cently, hownvor, como Into vogue
nmong New York domestics, but It Is
nlready h popular practice." Now
York Journal.
BARBER GOT IT MIXED.
tin F11IU .MUnmbly In TvltliiK tho Collar
.Iiikn.
Henry Lamm, nu attorney of Soda
Ha, told n story nt tho reception to
tho Missouri Bar association lust night
which caused a great laugh. Mr, Lamm
wns called on to mnko an Impromptu
speech. Ho said: "This la taking nn
unfair advnntugo of mo. I havo a pa
per In my poekot which I am to read
nt tho meeting tomorrow. It Ib a very
dry paper and It will tako mo an hour
lo read It. If I am given Hie slightest
encotirngemont I will read It right
now. That will bo ono on you, would
n't It? And that reminds mo, I waa
In Texas recently and thero they hnvo
a now Joke. A man asks you, "Havo
you heard tho story ubout tho two
dirty collars?' You aro supposed to
answer, 'No.' And thon tho man
Hnys, 'That's ono on you.' A Dutch
barber who had been sold on this
Joko concluded to try It on tho noxt
customer who camo Into his shop. So
ns he was getting ready to shave tho
next caller ho asked him: 'Hat you
hoard dot story nbotit tho two dirty
collars?' 'No,' answered tho customer.
'Veil, dot's ono you got on.' " Kansas
City Star.
A In n rnklnic(llaM.
When LlvlngBtono wns In South Af
rica his looking glnss afforded tho na
tives endless amuaemont. They were
always asking for It, and their remarks
were sometimes simple, sometimes
silly, and sometimes laughable. "Is
that mo?" cried ono. "What a big
mouth I hnvo!" said another. "I havo
no chin nt nil!" deplored a third. "My
cars nro ns big n pumpkin leaves,"
waa tho proud comment of a fourth.
"Seo how my head shoots up In tho
mlddlo," Joked a fifth, and so on, tho
company laughing boisterously at tho
different remarks. Whilo tho doctor
wbb thought to bo asleep a man took
a qulot look In tho mirror. Aftor
twisting hla mouth about In a variety
of wnys ho said to himself: "Peoplo
call mo ugly, and how ugly I am, In
deed!" However, ho might not havo
been so refroshlngly candid had ho
known tho eyo and ear of the mission
ary wore both on tho watch. Detroit
Free Press.
Youiik Men Kxcrclio Wit.
A Philadelphia restaurant proprie
tor hung out a large blackboard sign,
tho othor dny, with tho announcement,
"You can't' bent our 15-cent dinners."
A young man of humorous turn of
mind came along, stopped and smiled.
Ho waited until "none of tho employes
was watching, nnd, tnking out his
handkerchlof, ho erased tho lotter "b"
from tho word "boat." Another
young man managed to oat a dinner
at that restaurant without paying for
It, and then mailed tho proprietor a
lottor telling tho facts and asking this
question: "Who says I can't boat your
15-cent dinners?"
For Flnnhllclit l'loturri.
Powder for flashlight pictures Is re
placed by gas In a now Invention,
which has tho gas stored In a Jar, with
tho flame In position to Ignlto It when
tho Jar la oponcd by pressure on a
pneumatic bulb, the latter nlso oper
ating tho shutter of tho camora.
Klpl 111? f'niiiliiK to Amorlcn.
Rudyiird Kipling, nccordlng to Lon
don announcements, Is to visit tho
United States next autumn. Tho au
thor says ho doos not lay his formor
Illness against tho American cllmato.
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