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Z3ms8mfv'Htswi'r' -j THE CAPTAIN'S 8WHBTHEART. She's th daughter o the regiment, an' comethln's goln to happen; The boys are all a-lovln' her, but my' she likes the Cap'ni An' I'm very much afraid He's too much on dress parade, An' there's goln' to be a weddln' In the army! She's the daughter o' the regiment, an' somethln's goln to happen: There's a wavln of her white hand, an a red rose tor the Cap'ni We're all of us nfrald He's too much on drcsa parade, An' there's goln to be n weddln' In the army! She's the daughter o' the regiment, an' somcthln's goln' to happen, Fer she's In the rosy carrlago throwln kisses to thu Cap'ni The private's day Is done; It's the Cnp'n who has won. An' there's goln" to be a weddln' In tho army! SETTLING AH OLD DISPUTE (Uy Julia B. Foster.) "Seems to me, Tiny, the folks might quit." "I've been thlnkln' so, Kim', ever senco I waved thet tin pull at you across the corn field, the first time." "Thet was n great Joke o' yourn Lordy! ef the folks lied ketched yel I'll never forglt how the sun shlned on the bottom of thet tin diner pall, as It flung up at me 'twas kind ' snssy uv you, anyhow, always attractln' me. either with a tin bucket, or your eyes, or takln'cnt smile In the world," "Well, Sim. If you would look. I couldn't help It," answered Tiny, and then a soberness stole over her face. "I wonder, sometimes, ef you realize what we've gone and done for ourselves," she added. "Keeln I come of such dod-blnmed ob. ntliulte stock, I don't care. You an' me, Tiny, Is a goln' to git Jlned, some time, ef It ain't till kingdom come. Ef I'd a lied the world o' girls to choose from, I'd a tnkcn you." "And I you. Sim, dear." At this the tall young fellow's arm stole half way round the waist, so temptingly slender and so confidingly near; but In nn Instant Tiny rebuked him, by silently putting her hand In his. "Don't spoil It nil. Sim." she said, simply. "I lovo to come out here and meet you, and you know It, but I Jest can't ef you don't behave." Neither of them saw old man Sauls bury, between the cornstalks, grin and slap his leg noiselessly, at this rebuff, and, somewhat aggrieved, 81m with drew his arm to a safe distance. It was wonderful, then, to see little Tiny Tnylor fluttering about like n hum ming bird, coaxing the great fellow back Into good humor. The two stood on unplnnted ground nn odd strip nbout a hundred yards wide, running both wnys as far ns the eye could reach, while on either side the ranks of corn toed the line, seem ingly afraid to encroach one Inch be yond their mnrk. It was deep, fertile prairie land, covered now with the characteristic course grass and gum weed, but us capable of good yield un der cultivation as the fields on either hand. "Tiny," said Sim. as If deliberating, "you an' me's of age." The girl quivered u little, but she looked at him resolutely. "An' there ain't no reason why we should stay right here all our lives I'm a strappin' feller, an' though I hate to leave Ioway, I reckon there's other states where n man could work fer fcr himself an wife." "Oh, Sim, you never mean fer us to run nway? Why, 'twould kill maw. an' Aunt Susan, an' Aunt Eliza!" gasp ed Tiny. " 'Twouldn't kill "em," he responded "Think o' me. danglin' on a string nigh onto two year already; It's a wonder It ain't killed me, that's what! There ain't no other way, honey, but fer us Jest to go before the preacher, an' when we're man and wife, both our folks can kick all they're a mind to. There's no use In waltln' neither, Is there, Tiny? Paw'll never forgive your maw, nor she him. You an me a tremblln' here, on the ragged edge of dlsklvery every minute, an' I tell you I won't stand It a great while more. There, there, Tiny! I nln't meanln' to be cross, but ef you've got women folks to leave, I've got men folks. There's father; he's the ornlrest. obstlnatest old man you ever see, an" I know It; an' It's Jest him to see a pretty little dotter right with in reach, nn' refuse her, because It's you. It's a comfort to feel that ef you're marryln' Into seen an obstinate family, you're marryln' outen one about as bad. All the same, I'd hate to leave paw, nn' Uncle Sim. un' John, thet's. oen our nirea man an leu nogs wnn ub, sence before I was born " Between the two there was a pause, and the man with the silent laugh on his mouth, and with the sun-dried, iron gray hair, eavesdropping among the cornstalks, craned his head forward to catch the next low and desperate tones "But I'm goln' to leave 'em. Tiny, an' you an' me'll start off In the world an' And a place fer ourselves; then the Saulsburyn that's left can fight It out with the Taylors that's left, an' wel come. Say you'll come, little girl, say you'll come. Surely, their hearts were beating in their ears, or they must have heard that other heart sounding like a trip hammer. Just a few feet away. Tiny looked up at Sim, then, with the look a woman gives a man only once In her life, and thnt when she, herself, goes with It: and then the tears slowly welled Into her eyes, "Oh, Sim," she consented, "but we'll come back and bid 'em good-bye?" "Yes," he replied, straightening him self to his six feet two, "yes, nfter the weddki'." Hardly had the two parted Indeed, the shaking tassels of the corn yet be trayed the opposite patch each one had taken when the old man stepped grimly Into the clear strip, the stubby beard on his set, square Jaw showing a sandy gray In the sun. A scant-skirted calico dress, and a slat bonnet with a long, pointed nose and an obstinate chin appearing within, glided from the stalks on the other side, as if to met him. When too late to retreat, they spied each other old Tom Salisbury, and the Widow Taylor. "Hem," he- said, gruffly. "M-m-m!" she said at the same mo ment with a little screech In her voice. He took his slouch hat off and passed his rough hand over his head from front to back. "I never s'posed 1 never thought" she stammered. "No, you never s'plcloned I was nigh; nuther did I you but I do s'plclon, now, you've ben about yere long enough fo see what's goln' on between my boy an your girl. I give you my word, Mis' Taylor, I never drumpt of It before, an' I stumbled on It, today." "I couldn't 'a' believed It of my Tiny, unless I'd follered her a-purpose, an' seen It 'I ben .wonderUV, this long time, what tuck her so often In this direc tion," Um woman half aobbed. Tom Baulsbury came a step, nearer. "I heard how nhe spoke of her mother, mom, and I hope you likewise heard Jest how 81m mentioned me. fer in the main, he done me Justice an; himself credit. Sim's a strong, hardworkln young man. An' an Improvement on his father, I should Jcdge. Should you mom, sayin' he wasn't n Saulsbury now, feel comfortable thet your dottei should hev mm 7" "Tlny'n a dnrlln' good girl, active an' wlllln' an', bcln' hog nnd hominy bred, always healthy and cheerful. Don't seem nn ef she was old enough, an' yet well ruthcr'n he shouldn't marry at all, like Susan and Eliza terrible old maids, both of 'cm! why yes. But a Saulsbury oh!" Mrs. Taylor protested pointedly. The old man shifted his weight to the other foot nnd gazed Into the clouds. "Mis' Tnylor, we've been en gaged In upholdln' a principle nigh onto twenty years, now, an' 1 don't know but what we've about wore It out. Still, ef there hain't but a rag left of the old flag, I'm bound to grip the flag stair, an' i b pose you're the same.' "I ain't changed none," she returned vindictively. "But, beln' so well pleased with Sim fer his goln ahead as he durn please, spite of the parents on both sides; also, seeln' with my own eyes, which Is Jest goln' Into specs on fine print, what a modest nn' sensible girl you've raised, an Idee occurs to me by which we can gll shct of the whole thing In n self respcctln' manner. Mis' Taylor, do you Btlll hold your patent from the gover- nient, embrncln' this here strip o' land, ylt?" he Inquired. The slat bonnet nodded violently. "And ruther n' go to law about It, you will consent to leave It a sorter neutral strip aa long ns you Ilve7" Again the bonnet agitated. 'Well, I still hold my patent, too, cleurly deflnln' It ns part of my do mains, plainly betruyln' the mistake In surveyln' which our almighty gover'- ment has made. I'll never go back of my promise, nuther, about lenvln' It In the naterul prairie while 1 keep my claim. Now, when In the course of na ture you become an angel, which It be proper to suppose the old maids beln otherwise piovlded fer, as I've alwuys heard, an' heaven, as I said, takln' care of the wldder to suppose thet you'd leave your farm here In Ioway, to your sole Issue?" "It would," Mrs. Taylor replied, won derlngly. "My farm beln' eknlly good nn' pro ductive land, I should, in like case, un' glvln', for once, employment to a law yer, leave It to the only child I have In the world, an" that's my Sim. Then, as 1 undcistund It, these two farms, lyln' to right un' left, could be attached us wings to this here strip of a hun dred yards wide, by three hundred and twenty acres long Now, while them two young things are steulln' their weddln' trip, ther might be a log rais in' on this very spot, me to do the haulln' with the help cf Uncle Sim, an' my hired mun. John" "An' me to furnish two webs of cloth of my own an Susan an' Eliza's spin ning, an' the quilts an n set of pewter dishes'" said Mis. Taylor, rising to the enthusiasm due the subject. "With a litter of pigs to root at the back end of the strip," continued Sauls bury. "An' a cow at the far end the other way." added the widow, eagerly. "But mum's the word, mom! Let 'em run nway, an' welcome, an' when they come home, beln' as you don't want to lose your dotter, an' I don't want to lose my son, we'll give them a weddln' party on their own frirm. even If It Is only a narrer strip of perarle. An', mom, In the light of these bloomln' uffecttons, specially sence we've both give up our bone of contention, does It strike you thet we two's got a matter fer quarrel furder, after twenty years of dretful nnnelghborlluess? No, mom; I take It we're to be a sorter mutual father-in-law an mother-in-law, an may God have mercy on us both." "Amen!" exclaimed Mrs Taylor, rev erently, and the moment she said the word, the sting that had been In her conscience for nearly twenty years, de parted, and she felt that now. finally, and at lust, she could be the consistent church member she never yet had been. .....,. While Sim and Tiny were making ready their few and simple prepara tions, they thought It must be because their minds so ran on their plan, that their little world seemed also making preparations. Tiny even went so far. once, as to fancy she smelled wedding cake, and the aunts hung tremulously round her as If she was about to re ceive all they had missed In their lives. As for Sim, he became really embarrassed at the way he was pes tered to give his opinion as to the fattest pig, the best plow and the best horses In hlB father's possession. When guilty Tiny, her heart burst ing with love for those she left behind, mounted for that fateful Journey to town to meet Sim, she turned and flung her arms around her mother's neck, and sobbed aloud, while Aunt Susan slipped In her pocket the emery bag that had been a family heirloom, and Aunt Eliza tied on her old gold locket by a string. It was, Indeed, an odd elopement, and. In the bundle fastened to her sad dlehorn. Tiny later found n white shawl that had been part of her moth er's wedding finery, and the side combs she had forgotten to put In the package hidden under the roots cf a tree thnt morning. The bridal couple were gone the week they had planned, and on their return a gracious sight met their view for, during their absence, their own house had risen as If by enchantment; smoke curled from Its chimney: corn bread was on the hearth, and hominy In the pot: and friends crowded to welcome them home. "But, maw," protested Tiny In bewil derment. "Never mind, now, maw's own dar lln'," answered Mrs. Taylor. "You an' Slm'B done Jest the right thing, dear, an' me an' Salisbury's settled final an' full all the dispute we couldn't n-settled no other ways." "But. paw!" protested Sim; and old Tom Saulsbury shook Sim's hand In delight as he answered: "When your boy goes fer to run away, Sim, tell him to look In among the cnrnstnlks when he lays his plans, fer his dod blnmed, obstinate old father." Uses of Bananas. Immense fortunes have been made out of the banana business, Reve nues do not accrue alone from the sale of the fruit, for the leaves are used for packing, the Juice, being strong In tannin, makes an Indelible Ink and shoe blacking, the wax found on the under side of the lenves Is a valuable article of commerce; Manila hemp Is made from the stems, and of this hemp are made mats, plaited work and lace handkerchiefs of the finest texture;moreover,the banana Is ground Into banana flour. The fruit to be sold for dessert Is ripened by the dry heat of flaring gas Jets In the storage places in which It Is kept, and Immense care has to be taken to prevent softening or overrlpenlng. The Island of Jamaica yields great crops of this useful and money-making fruit. WHERE GEN. SHAFTER MADE A RECORD. Subdued tho Indians and Lawbreakers on the Mexican Border Lost noTlmo Getting Into Aotlon and Fought to Protect the People. According; to Intimate friends of General Shatter, who Is now before Santiago Pecos Bill there need be no worry about the outcome of the battle even though Washington falls to send reinforcements or the strategy board burns out a fuse with red-hot mes sages to entangle the work of that fighter. When the time comes Shatter Will cut the cable or have the oneratbr Lsent to Jail and then pitch In and finish wie jou wim neatness ana dispatch, and he will do It even If he has to break a United States law In doing so. He will fight first and trust to his law yers to clear him afterward. He is a man of hiB word, and when he sends a message to Washington announcing that he will take Santiago, the nest of the Dona will fall. For several years 1'ecoB Bill was the terror of Spanish speaking Mexicans and Texan desper adoes, and hfs name was like the men tion of the devil to them. He cleured the country of the worst gang of crim inals that ever cut a thrbat and threw open to settlement an Immense area of Texas land. He cast a relgn of terror nt'nt tViA Tmtlnna Mint utmntt Mrwtn cowards of them within three months, nnd In doing so general then colonel made n bed of roses for the command ing officers who followed him. These are the sentiments of James W. Clarke, supreme recorder of the Imperial Le gion, who was collector of customs at Eagle Pass for several yearB during Shatter's relgn In the vicinity. "There Is not a better fighter on the face of the globe than Colonel Shaf ter," remarked Mr. Clarke last night. "He Is bIbo a peer among army men. for he Is continually making staunch friends among civilians. He does not think the army was made for his es pecial benefit, nnd whenever the men under him can do anything to help out the people they do It, nnd they don't lose any time, either. When Colonel Shatter was appealed to for aid In hunting down Indians utter an outbreak he had his men In the pad dle within an hour and often in less time waB hot on the trail of the red skins. He lost no time arguing, but got down to business at once. Why, he even stretched International law on several occasions to do what he thought was necessary to suppress the peri odical raids of the Mexicans who sneak ed across the border and pillaged the ranches and settlers In Texas. You know It was contrary to the treaties to permit an armed soldier to invade the domain of another country, and only recently was this permitted by special urrnngement with the Mex'ieun government. He got track of a body of desperadoes Just ae they started over the line Into Mexico, and he went light across after them. They fled like sheep with fear at the daring of the man who defied their government, but Shatter kept right on nfter them nnd there wan a pitched battle, the re sult of which was long continued mourning In the Spanish language. This UNCLE BLUCHER. "In these war times anecdotes of great soldiers are being revived, and many of these stories throw a sidelight on the private lives of men famous In the world's history," remarked an erstwhile sergeant In the German army the other day. "Old Uncle Blucher, or Bluecher, us the Germans culled him, who saved the day at Waterloo and brought about the defeat of the great Napoleon, wns a 'character,' und he wns an Inveterate gambler, according to the stories hand ed down In the German army," says Mr. Meyer. "Blucher was a curious old fellow, according to the urmy tradition. Did you ever hear the story of whut ho said about the officer accused of drinking? Well, one fine day the col onel of a regiment went to Blucher to complain about another colonel, who, he said, was always drunk. The great general opened a drawer und produced a notebook, from which he read about the gallant conduct of the accused In certain desperate engage ments. Closing the book with a bang and throwing It on the table, he looked the accuser steadily in the face and said: 'I wish to God, sir, that you would get drunk, tool' "Yes. I know a somewhat similar story Is told of President Lincoln In reference to General Grant," continued Mr. Meyer, after being Interrupted, "but the German books, published half a century ago, tell that story about old man Blucher. "But General Blucher's own habits gave his friends much concern. Blu cher, like many prominent men of his time, was a reckless gambler. The king, who was much attached to him, had paid his debts over and over again, but It was no use. The old marshal had gone through his wife's property as well as his own, and his pay was always spent In advance. Once he was dead broke and had to go to the king. " 'If I get you out of this scrape will you promise me not to gamble again?' said the king. "Blucher gave the promise and add ed, as the king gave him 100,000 thai era: 'I will go straight home to my wife and settle half of this money upon her so that I shall not be able to touch It, and I will then pay up my debts and never touch a card any more.' "Blucher went home, gave 50.000 to his wife and after dinner sallied forth to pay his debts. At midnight Blu cher's wife was roused from her slum bers by one of her husband's staff offi cers, who had been sent for 2.)000 thalers. " 'Dear, good man," said the lady, 'I knew he would want It before morning, so I have put up that sum In a pack age for him. Here it is, and tell him to be careful about the cold air coming home and to muffle up well.' u95(Mb-5waZ,r nr hrd cmfw cmfw cm "The officer departed, only to return after a few hours for the rest of the money, with the same success. Blu cher went home to breakfast the next morning, having lost every penny of the king's gift at play. "Again Blucher went to the king, told him the whole story and listened attentively to all the reproaches until ways called Blucher 'uncle' 'I thought you gave me your sacred word of honor that you would never play cards for money again.' 'No. sir,' answered Blu cher, 'I did not give my sacred word or honor 'Will you give It to me now? oaked the king. 'Ach! Meln Gott! Thnt Is a hard thing to ask from Blucher.' replied the hero of Waterloo. But after some grumbling the sacred prom ise was given and old 'Vorwarts stop ped gambling." An officer of the Puritan, which ves sel Is with the blockading equadron. writes that the. temperature In his stateroom Is from 92 to 95", but consider ably over 100 between decks, and from 140 to 160 In the engine room;. He thinks ilt remarkable that the crew have been able to withstand the heat for so many weeks. sort of action created a sentiment of mortal fear On the part of the Mex icans and almost worship by the set tlers nnd residents of Texas. They could go to sleep at night with Shnftcr on watch at the doqr and there was no fear of molestation. "All this was In 1878 to '81, and was especially true after the first venr. nut when Shatter first came down there ItJ was quite different. The whole coun try wan overrun with hordes of law breakers who cared no more for human life or property than for n meul. It required several months for these fel lows to get to know their man, but they never made a mlstnke nfter that. The Indians, too. had nevei been sub dued, Before and even for seme time utter Shatter's time the commanding officers were too slow In getting out on the trail. Of course It is well known that the federal troops cannot be used for the purpose of making arrests, and too often the commanding officers ar gued before acting when uppenled to for nld. Why, there were Instances where Indians or Mexicans murdered whole families within n mile and u half of Fort Davis, and It wns twenty-four hours before troops were on the move. "But with Colonel Shafter It was for different. Occasionally as collector of customs I would get Information of large und powerful bands of smug glers about to cross the river. I had only a few mounted Inspectors and they were totally Inadequate to cope with such men. I would go to Colonel Hhaftei and nsk him whether he would detail n sergeant nnd a few men to act as cscoit for my men. 'Why, certainly, at once, sir. How mnny men do you want?' wub the prompt reply, and I always got as many men oh I needed. With some officers the reply was. 'Well, you know the law says that the troops of the United Stntes shnll not be used In making un arrest, nnd I really don't see how I can help you, don't you know?' "Shufter likewise demonstrated that he was a man of unlimited resources. The people will find thnt when he gets ready to take Santiago he will take the town nnd nil the powers at the other end of the cable will not be able to hold him back. I never had any fear about the outcome of this battle, and the people will find that General Shaf ter will win with the force under him. He will not ask for reinforcements or help from Washington, but will plaqe the menns nt his command in the best possible situation and then fight until the red und yellow Is shot from every flagstaff within reach of hi? guns nnd hauled down from many that (tre not. Shafter has not found fault with the men und supplies furnished him, nnd he will not, but when the re sult Is announced there will be vic tory on the banner of the man who subdued the worst gangs of Inwless off scourings of two countries to be found on the continent." UNIQUE TOWN. The most unique settlement In the United States Is the town of Com monwealth, Ga. There Is no need for money at Com monwealth, for everything goes Into the common fund, nnd every man shares exactly alike. There Hre no rich people In Commonwealth, and no poor people. All work for one another, and the law and creed of the community la "T niFa ' If r. in,.cs.. ...trt.... ... V...IU a house 'the lumber Is furnished fromllw,tl' ,a sta,rt' ,Tne hy? were n0Il the mill operated by the members of the settlement. If vegetables are wanted the common garden supplies the need. The settlement Is run on the co-operative plan. "Love thy neighbor at thyself," Is a law that is strictly en forced. Two years ago Commonwealth was founded by a few experimentalists. Now it is a village of 75 families, work ing about 1,000 acres, at one time a plantation. The old-fashioned home of the ante-bellum planter Is now one of the town buildings. Besides this there are several dwelling houses, a printing office, a large schoolhouse, a sawmill and a general dining hall. Commonwealth has Us school, paper mill and clergyman. A magazine call fed Social Gospel, setting forth the teachings of the community, is pub lished every month. Many talented men and brilliant wo men have gone to this little Georgia village to live the law of love. Even in the school good work and good be havior are enforced, not by the rod, but by love. In this community there Is Bald to be no Jealousy, no envy, no strife. This simple creed hangs upon,'e mosquito curtains that hung oyer the wall of every cottage: " tmxsl ,? some 'lnK ;,u,k,, " "Thou shall love the Lord, thy God, " tln.ct,'e,!1 ''k! aJMa ,afraJ2 m U e with all thy heart, and thy neighbor , dark. l pulled the blankets and pillows as thvself over me and hid my head In them. "Love worketh no 111 to his nelgh-l ' 'p"rr! P""1' went the lion He bor; therefore, love Is the fulfilling of had dlscovcml me. One mighty paw the law .shot out und slapped me on the right "This 'is My commandment: That ye shoulder. Once again it shot .out and love one another ns 1 have loved you. , drugged me bodily off the bed bed- "He that loveth not his brother whom 'clothes and all Blood streamed on he hath seen, cannot love God whom he rrom11my1 "o br!a T"! hath not seen. And this commandment Rreedlly lapped It and began sucking have we from Him. that he who ov-. eth God loveth his brother also." Built a Road. A Washington man who put In ten years of soldiering In the regular army) of the Uunlted Stntes five vears of it or me uunuea niuies, nve years oi u -,' S?"rfJ!itif T,,l!!. Indian campaigning; and the other five In the heavy artillery, was recent- ly appointed a captain and assistant adjutant general In the volunteer ser- vitc. aim iic in iiuw uivuuiicu iu iu staff of General Miles. He is a man of ability and great unpretentiousness. A few days before he donned his uni form he went to Fort McHenry, Bal timore, on official business. A war de partment clerk went along with him. When the two men arrived at Fort McHenry the new captain pointed to oicjienry me new caput in iiuiiuvu iu a lone shell road that runs throuirh the a long sneii roau mat runs tnrout,n tne "Do you see that road?" usked the captain "Yes." "Well, I made that whole road my self. It was as tough a Job as I ever performed, and as bitter a period, but It did me a heap of good. 1 was serv ing with an artillery regiment, part of which was stationed here, and one night when I was on guard the officer of the day crept up on me unawares und found me sitting down on a pile of gunny sacks, neglecting my duty. I got a general court-martial for neg lect of duty on post, and was sen tenced to six months In the guardhouse. My sentence tickled the old provost sergeant mightily, tor he was In need of a steady prisoner to build that roaL I built It. and ...v.!...- ....u u-million oyster shells building It. I never nnrt mvsclf feellnK chesty and hlgh- and-mlghty, and all that sort of thing, that I don't shut my eyes and tninK or tnis sneii roaa over in run ...i-i.c... j. nSlyft potomc;0.000'000 & year Prflt out of Its postomces. LEAVIN' HOME. When n feller sorter packs his traps an' gots nway from home, Whnr the birds air alius slngin an' the honey's In the comb Whar the sunshine Is the brightest an' heart beatn all In tune An' life's as sweet In winter as in rosiest days o' June- No matterhow the skies look ef th'yre Jest as bright an' blue As the eyes with which your sweet- heart twinkled messages to you You'll find 'em growln misty with n haze on field an' plain, An' your eyes'll sorter twinkle, an the lids hide the rain! Fer the dlstnnre It looks lonesome, an though roses red nn white Air Jest ns sweet off yonder, with the dews an' with the light. As thp one In old-time gardens, ylt It's mighty fur to roam An' you know more of the roses In the little spot called "Home!" 8o, pnckln' up fer leavln' sorter makes you fumble roun' Fer hnn'kerchers to dry the tenrs that will come trlckltn' down! And though you say It's foolishness ylt the world's so wide to roam! An the best world fer a fellerls the little world at home! IN THE GRASP OF A LION. "1 know what It Is now to be well within tho Jaws of death. I know what It Is and how It feels to be pawed and crunched nnd carried oft bodily by a raging Hon yet I live to tell the tale. No man has ever been nearer certnin death than I and yet escaped with his life." So spoke Ernest Brockman. He had Just come from the heart of Africa, where he had been with an enelneer- Ing party setting up a telegrapl sys- tern. a child, living over day and night his ....v. .....v. v. u ,,,,,, i.iiuu un nornoie experience. Once he had been strong and lusty und fearless. In time he will be so again, for the lion's bites in his thigh mlBsed the great nrtery by an eighth of an inch. It was In October lost that Brock man, a big slx-fotoer of 28, went to Africa. The party's object was to take the wire right up to Lake Tangan yika, Brockman'8 duty was to follow the line as It was put up and test the wire to see that it worked all right. The only other white man in the party which Brockman led was a stout-hearted Irishman, Daniel Morkel. The rest, 60 In nil, were blacks. Deep, deep In the heart of the great forest of oil pulms and rubber trees they made their first camp. Brock man lived In a tiny hut ten feet square. Morkel had another, nnd the natives threw up some rough shacks for them selves. Stout poles formed the skele tons of the huts, nnd walls were simply pieces of matting woven out of shred ded bamboo. Each hut had an Inner wall of twisted grass and a roof of the same material. On a fateful day Brockman went hunting with two or three of the blacks and they had pietty fair luck, getting hon.e at I p. in. The nail hands built a big bonfire, and In front of It sprawl ed Brockman und Morkel, swapping stories and smoking. They occupied themselves In this way until 10 p. m., when Brockman announced that he was going to bed. "Good night," said he, and five min utes later quiet ruled this little camp in the heart of Africa. Two hours later BrocTtman awoke ing dismally all around the camp. The brutes were afraid to come too near. It was only the noise they made that worried the weary workers. Brock man Jumped up. He decided to got out and have a pot shot at them in the hope of driving the nuisances away. Once he changed his mind and went back to his hut nnd to bed. Let him tell what followed In his own words: "I awoke again at 2 o'clock, sud denly conscious that something was moving back nnd forward beneath my bed. Just ns my senses were becoming clear I heard a long, loud, Indescrib able, sniff, sniff grating on the still ness of my room. In the twinkling of an eye I realized thnt death was at hand a inan-eatlng lion was under my bed. "I was conscious of everything: I could not utter a sound. Horror par alyzed my faculties. The mighty throb blngs of my heart felt as If they would burst It. Terror seized my limbs and made me faint. My breuth choked In my lungs. The linn was slowly crawl ing out from under the bed. "He could smell me' He sniffed along the edge of the bed, a hit puzzled by " "- i""'' ". uuum:. .u. more. Every lime i moveu ne on me more furiously. I half raised on my knersv The brut" hit me a little pat with his paws which nearly broke my lejr, "1 fell buck nnd the beast began to suck my blood again, champing his . , , Ti,pn ho drnnneri - ip NwyW'iSa.-Z. i,,.' , h niuo,i i,i lipnri nrnndlv nnd roared thTee or four times in triumph. Afc tne rctl,.H IpU away bedlam broke , e outh.ae The blacks knew that . i,,,i una UDon ihcml "They were filing their guns like mad The wordrr was that they did not kill themselves or me. I found out afterward the first thing they did was to swarm up the nearest trees, wh'iv thy sat chattering with fright. T!i first roar wok MorKai too. lie --" - - ..,. j ..i,.j . drew on his UUfeis and rushed out. Jn hftnd T)lc oud nurrg Q, u,e brute that was lapping my heart's blood guided him "'Brockman. Brockman'" he cried: 'where are you? Speak, for God's sake!' "I heard him. I was absolutely un able to utter a bound. He hurried around the hut, and then he knew. There was a great hole In the matting walls of the hut. He knew that the Hon was Inside nnd that I was his prey! He run around to the other side and kicked down the door. "And JUBt then I began to pray. There in the lion's Jaws, with the sip ping suck made by his reeking tongue, I prayed. My whole life passed before me, I realized that I had done wrong ttlBFSr XtPf preyed "nKought "how Jcu. rlous It was that I could He there without the slightest sense of pain while a man-eater chewed my flesh and jnir mv blood. Just then Morkel ,.,'r,,,,,, ln the door. 1T ..The Hon pausea in nis ieasi. nc He on'enlpn ffA ffiffeMwS "ward the door. He almost leaped In Morkel's face. In n moment he wsj gone, but I was still In his recking Jaws. As he bounded along throug'i the Inky darkness he gave me a toss oi two, as If trying to gU me on hli back He ran with n springy Iphp, purring as he went. And theic 1 wnn helples In his Jaws mid wnni1Uiig how long 1 would live. I still felt no pain, only u sense of lively curiosity. "He wns for all the world like 'a contenteti cat, pleased with himself and with his meal. As he ran he sucked continually at my blood. As the blood dried up In one place he dropped me. and before I could fall to the ground he had cnught me In another place and began to suck nguln. If I moved he bit voraciously, jle ran thirty yurds and then dropped me ut the foot of a big baobab tiee. "All the time I wondered nt one thing: Why didn't he kill me? One tap of his mighty pnw would do it. But he wob content to let me live and suck my blood. 1 could feel his horrible tongue playing over my thighs nnd ub domen. It caught little guests of his horrible breath ns it crept higher and higher. Nearer and nearer that ter rible tongue crept toward my throat. All the time 1 was us If nothing but a disinterested spectator, wondering what would happen next. 1 suddenly felt the carrion-soaked Jaws at my thmnt. "Instinctively I thew up both arms nnd thrust them far down his throat. As I did so the monster snapped oft three fingers from my right hand. Ter rified ns I was 1 actually left the arms hnng in his mouth, thinking Idly thnt he might suck away at them nnd not kill me utter all. All the time I kept moaning, feebly, 'Dun, Dun, oh! why cun't you shoot him?' "I could distinctly feel each bite, though It did not pain me in the least. A feeling of strange numbness seized each place wheie his horiible fangs sank In that wns how 1 felt It. Then I commenced to wonder wtien he would start In to eat me. I i emember re flecting that I would make rather dry i ,! "J eating nrter lie had sucked all my "All this time poor Morkel wns try ing to find me. He had Induced two or three of the blacks to come down from the trebs where they had been shrieking 'Nkangu! Nkanga!' (the Hon! the Hon!) Just us If they were In any danger. They lighted some wisps of grass for torches, und In their lurid light Morkel was Just able to make out the lion standing over me. He was an enormous, gaunt brute fully ten feet long, with a tnwny mnne and a great tail that stood up majestically. " 'Keep cool, keep cool,' shouted Dan, nnd I remember how funny ft sounded. As he approached, rifle In hand, the beast raised his head to see who was coming. By this time my groin was mere pulp. The Hon faced nbout. Mor kel leveled his rifle und fired. The lion stnggered back a few puces he had been hit In the eye. The ball had come out of his lower Jaw, breaking It. Mor kel tried to reload. He was in such a desperate hurry that his rifle got Jam. med and he found himself practically helpless." The rest of the story Is fully a ter rible. They were hundreds of miles from civilization, and the nearest doc tor was almost as far. But the blacks, led by Morkel, got Brockman there. Every one of his wounds had mortified. There was no ether or chloroform he had to endure, conscious and screaming, the cutting away of every bit of diseased flesh. For weeks he hovered between life and death. Tho' the doctor told him his case woa hope less he got well. He Btlll hobbles about on sticks, but In time he will be him self. "But It was a long Job," says the vic tim. "Night after night I lived over that horrible experience. The slam ming of a door, the sudden appearance of a man threw me Into spasms of ter ror. My mind and reason were all but gone. I, who had been n giant In strength, was like a little child." Greatness Fades. When General Grant came to New York to live he found to his delight, that he was accepted as a citizen who had gained world-wide fame and who was to be one of America's immortals. And yet many a time this man, who stood side by side, and on an equality almost with the rulers of Europe at the time he made his tour aiound the world, pnssed up and down our streets, often recognized, sometimes saluted, but without any such demonstration of acknowledged greatness as he was ac customed to meet with in other parts. It was not because New York City did not know and fully appreciate the greatness and the services of General Grant, but It was because even the greatest In this city, when thrown into the throng, lose something of their In dividuality nnd Identity and become a part of the moving mass of human ity. Two years ago the secretary of the treasury, John G. Carlisle, came to New York on business of the utmost importance. At his hotel capitalists who could command millions called on him and did him honor. At the sub treasury building he was surrounded by a group who were discussing with him a plan by which at least $50,000,000 could be raised or guaranteed between sunset and sunrise. When he walked the streets men stopped and looked at him and others even followed him that they might see what manner of man he was. This afternoon Mr. Carlisle walked from his office down Broadway through Wall street to Broad, recognized by many persons who nodded to him with quick day, as on every day since he came lo New York to live, created no especial comment. Upon the former occasion Mr. Car lisle was a man of political and ad ministrative power, a stranger In New York, and his presence here was deemed an honor. Today he Is one of us, and every man regards him In that sense as an equal and no more. Mr. Plerpont Morgan, who In the last six years has matched the Rothschilds or any of the great financiers of the world in the enormity and far-reaching consequences of his financial achievements, a man in the financial world of power that almost Inspires Jealousy, but not enmity, Is neverthe less free from those distinctive and personal recognitions which It Is evi dent Mr. Howells regards as essential for the full acknowledgment of lit erary achievement. Powers come to the tool. It Is faith that begins to shove the plane or to drive the pen soon there Is more than faith, there Is power, execution, suc cess. II . II... I H I I I M..M ever It appears humanity claims it as Impersonal, a possession forever and for all. Nature Is a corporation; all are stock holders entitled to dividends, If there are any. I , The latest method of pur.fyln. ate, Is by xoune of electricity. -4 T i. J r