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About Hemingford herald. (Hemingford, Box Butte County, Neb.) 1895-190? | View Entire Issue (Aug. 12, 1898)
r i k i. v b AV1LEN IiOVI3 CAME to an The world was dark, 'twas clothed l nlcht. "When love came to mo. SAnd Venus' fairy light Shone through the forests Boft an bright, And filled my soul with pure delight. I was alone and knelt to pray, When love came to me; The darkness went: 'twas bright as day And 1 was clothed In white array. But, ahl the dreams came not to stay. It was a dream, a fairy goal, That brought love to me; And In my heart It gently stole And woke the passions of my soul. "Twas love for all that lives and dies, True love that came to me; 'Twas love for pleasant summer skies, Twaa love for Nature's laughs and signs, 'Twos love for tearful, smiling eyes. A QUIET JLIFJ3. The Philistine announces that the mercury has reached the 100 mark. It Is too warm to philosophize, or to get Indignant, or even sentimental. Let me tell you a story. It haB no especial merit, except that it Is true. The Ohio river was, at a time not far back In the dim vistas of the past, just a succession of shallow ponds and far-reaching bankB of sand.Blennerhos set or Daniel Boone would have been ashamed of it. Large boats could not run, and the little ones, which tried to fin their places, but only succeeded In rattling around In them, were un speakablo craft. That especial one which the fire tender waa forced to patronize was named the Betsy Jane, and H Is to be hoped that Betsy Jane's equal for dirt and general dilapidation rinnn nnt print elsewhere. It had a solitary and dejected smokestack, which leaned like the tower of Pisa. At tho Btern was a broken and shabby wheel, which turned slowly in the water, like a sick fish trying to be sportive. There was a square Inch of dirt for every square Inch of space. In the ladles' cabin, called that In a lofty spirit of courtesy, was a sheet Iron stove, heated to the last degree of redneBS, toward which spat at Irregular intervals several hollow-eyed and ca daverous mountaineers from "up ' Sandy." An odor of onions and poor whisky added Its charms to the elevat ing scene. A ragged pallet was spread upon the floor, and upon It lay a young person In the last Btages of a wearing illm i, whose delicate features were shadowed by evidences of approaching dissolution. The squalor of the Bur roundlnga can not be described, and the poor sufferer feebly tried to lessen It by driving away the October days. "Poor girl," whispered the fire tender, Flzlng a fan and for a half hour doing battle with the Insects. At the end of that time the "poor girl" aroused from an uneasy doze, fished from under the pillow a piece of plug tobacco and bit off a mouthful. "She" was a boy. The father of the lad, a little the worse for liquor, and steadily growing more so, here appeared upon the scene and launched forth Into a recital of his woes. "That there boy," he said, "ain't no poor white trash. His mother was a Breckinridge. She had to finish all the pedigree for the family. She and I run off to Ohio and got married. She died when he was 2 years old, and I raised him. Shu left some property, fixed so I could not get It. He's edu cated. I ain't got on no paper collar, but he could buy me out If he wanted to. He right btingy, but I don't be grudge him nothing. I ain't got on no paper collar" "Pardon me," broke in the fire ten der, "but you Informed me of that once. How long has he been 111" "Oh, about two years. Six doctors hare given him up. I'm taking him to Cincinnati to have an operation. Say, Jimmy, take your medicine." The father produced a bottle containing a white powder, and the boy, with a su preme effort burst forth: "Say, miss, I won't take It. Don't let him give It to me. It's morphine. He wants to quiet me so he can get the money." "Jimmy," said the blear-eyed parent, with a dignity which would have been amusing under less pitiable circum stances, "ain't you ashamed? I reckon the lady knows you're fooling." Jimmy clutched a worn pocketbook more tightly and went on: "I'm not fooling. He makes me take U, then he gets the money away from me and buys liquor. Do something for me, miss. I'm going to die. I know Tm going to die. Tell the captain. Tell somebody. Oh, I won't take that awful stuff. Don't let him" 5Ie fell back exhausted, and the pock etbook dropepd to the floor. The father tried "to grasp It; so did the fire tender. He was slow nnd tipsy; she was agile ami sober, and won the game. "If you wasn't a lady," said the man, Td have the law of you. I ain't got on no paper collar" But his auditor was Hying to the captain. "You don't know what you've done, mtes," said that offlclal. "that man's a McCoy, almost the last one left. I suppose you know about the feud. He'd rtioot you If you wasn't a lady. A lady's a lady down this way. Holy smoke! Think of monkeying with a Mc Coy! Did you see them guns In his hip pocket?" It Is needless to say that the lady had not. The captain took possession of the money and locked It up In the safe, but not wishing to "monkey with a McCoy," promptly produced it again at the first demand of the gentleman with the guns, who thereupon pro ceeded to get so drunk that it took four deck hands to hold him. "I ain't got no paper collar" were his last words to the fire tender, who waB saying good-by to the boy. "You could not help it." whispered Immy. "He'd havo got It somehow nd It doesn't matter." She under-' tood, A dweller In Dreamtown has found ne out and thus takes Issue with me. 'it is just a question of the point of Mew," she says. "You have only a ovlng acquaintance with most of us. our talk about our freedom from fash .on and the 'brooding silence' and the flowers of peaco and the gentle voices is pretty enough, but you have made too great a requisition upon your Imag ination. Fashion enslaves us as It does other daughters of Eve; the flow ers and the InhabltanB go to seed to gether; silence broods In a very noisy manner, and the voices are just United States volceB and deal with prosalo topics. When the weather Is hot wo broil; In winter we hibernate. We 'ply the oar,' to be sure, but InBtead of chanting boating songs we 'say things' about the mosquitoes. If we 'know no procession of time' it Is because our watches have stopped and the town clock does not exist. If wo do not buy and sell It is for the reason that It Is more convenient to borrow. And wo do not dream to any great extent. We are obliged to be awake for the boats need to be baled out, and the 'gentle bovine' has a fashion of kicking over the pall of milk, and even flowers oi peace need weeding. As for the sun dial, the Bmall boys, headed by the village terror, broke It Ions ago. Como and stay a year and then write another rhapsody If you feel disposed." A HEMAUKABLE CASE. The latest report of General Shorter army In and near Santiago contained one detail which is causing consider able commet among physicians. It was the report that Harvey Atkins, of com pany I, Second Massachusetts Volun teers, had died on July 25 of nostalgia. The fact that nostalgia as a disease is rare, being an acute form of melan cholia, especallly Induced by simple homesickness, and Is but seldom fatal, has led to much conjecture among the medical men. The disease, according to the medical reference books, has been of such rarity among men that statistics concernlg It are not available. Among women the disease Is of greater frequency, though seldom accompanied with fatal results. The fact that a man should die from an attack of homesickness is considered, therefore, to be remarkable, but the additional fact that the man was a soldier of an active army makes the case of Private Atkins even more peculiar. In speaking of the soldier's death, Dr. It. S. Tracy, one of the leading physi cians of the New York board of health, said that never before had the case of the death of a man from nostalgia come to his notice. "Of course," he said, "nostalgia la simply another name for homesickness. Tinmcalckness. as nearly every one knows, Is a very disagreeable feeling, but, excepting In the case of women, It is rarely of such Btrength as to cause prostration. The action of the malady is to first cause mental depression, and this in turn acts upon the physical body. Food, if taken, Is not properly assimilated, and weakness is fostered. The continuance of this would, of course, cause death through heart fail ure, induced by lack of nourishment. But the Idea of a soldier dying from such a cause seems almost Incredible. Private Atkins may have lived In a rural part of Massachusetts, and coun try people are more liable naturally to homesickness than city bred persons." Dr. Z. Taylor Emery, formerly health commissioner, was also impressed with the peculiarity of the case. He said, however, that he could possibly under stand It, as he hod lived in a climate similar to Cuba, that of ( ista Rica, for ten years, and he. too, hnd been home sick, though he had not Incurred nos tlgla. "I once saw a case of nostalgia," he added, "the only one ever under my notice, while In Costa Rica. A poor native from the Canary Islands, who had been forced to live In Costa Rica, was the subject. H was always pining for his native Island, and talked and planned to get back. One day as I was riding past his rude home I saw him dispossessed and his few belong ings confiscated. The blow was too much, und he reeled to the roadside and sat down on the stones in a daze. I dismounted and was approaching- him when he looked up, oh. so despairingly, and with a soul-rending cry fell over on his face. dead. That was a case of 'nostalgia.' It Is akin to a 'broken heart,' I think. Neither Is It in reality a disease, but such conditions seem to occur. It shows the Influence of tho mind on the body." invmnv "nrnnflhnlt nf Rppivvn. ChfR """ ' . " ' , , ter County, Pa., has a very good claim .! . .... I ..- J, v... Bmmi,. upon the title of champion somnambu list. One morning Broadbelt arose from his bed at 2 o'clock, and, without stop ping to change his night robe for more suitable attire, went out to his barn and milked all of his sixteen cowb and prepared the milk for market. This took considerable time, of course, but after that was done he hitched up the horse and wagon, and, loading the milk cans upon the latter, drove off to the station. There he unloaded the cans, according to his .daily custom, and drove back home. The dawn was Just breaking when he drove the wagon Into the barnyard. He was sound asleep, and had been so during the entire performance. His return to consciousness was due to a vigorous shaking administered by his wife, who, having missed him from his bed, had dressed and Ballled forth to find him. Inasmuch as this story Is vouched for by Broadbelt himself. It is clear that he Is unquestionably the champion sleepwalker or something else. I I N II. I. t SINNEIt THAT KEIVENTED. There were some symptoms In Lady Brixton's Illness which made her doc tor fear tho worst. Yet he clung to out Important fact In his hope that all might be well, and It was this. Tlu German faculty had of late como to consider a particular symptom as de cisive, for or against the patient, ac cording as It wns absent or present, now, fortunately In this case, It did not appear. Old John Graham, the doctor alluded to, laid great Btrcss on this point in tho lady's Illness which he prepared for Sir Walter McMahon, the specialist, whom he persuaded her to consult. He had himself some hope of a com paratively favorable verdict. Great was his surprise, therefore, to hear that Sir Walter had brushed away tho one favorable fact ob nonconvlnclng, and had given Lady Brixton to understand she was condemned. Two months pass ed, and during that time, feeling Bhe was doomed, Lady Brixton tried to make Buch amends for her past reck lessness as lay in her power. She dis missed the man with whom Bhe had had every Intention of eloping, gave her Intimate friends to understand that sho realized what a Beltlsh and undisci plined wife she had been; Joined every charitable association she could afford to subscribe to, and admitted to her husband how she felt she had been wanting In her duty. In her case, as In some others, the very recognizing of there being such a thing as duty was a severe trial. One morning Bhe was sitting In her drawing room when old Dr. Oraham, who had known her since Bhe was 5, entered excitedly. He seized her by tho shoulders rather a rough old doc tor, this. "Eva," he said, "I I can hardly speak, I am so out of breath; but I am the happiest man alive! You are safe! and will not diel It is not what we feared; you will not die. McMahon admits that he was wrong." Lady Brixton did not faint; but she turned deadly pale, and remained Btar- lng at Dr. Graham Inquiringly. Was It going to turn out to be a dream? No; the Jovial old doctor, Very red and hot, still sat there, out of breath; but with his face beaming Joyfully and refusing to melt Into thin air. Gradually her heart Bottled down to Its normal beat. Presently she spoke. "Say It again, Dr. John! I am not quite sure that It Is all right. Say It again, and that you are sure." Dr. John said it again, "and that he was quite sure, then he added: "For Just three minutes I am going to enjoy your happiness. After that we had better shake hands as old friends parting. The fact Is that, tho' I have no bad news for you, I have to tell you something that will make you terribly angry. Angry, did I say? In dignant, horrified, scandalized beyond all measure. Yet, if you will believe me, since all has turned out well, you Bhould remain calm." Eva simply sat still and looked at him; she was not quite certain yet that all was right "I have said that, as far as we doc tors cin tell now, your affection Is not a malignant one; not what we feared. Hold tight to that happy circumstance while I have to tell you that Sir Walter knew It from the first." Ho waited nervously, yet with de termination, for the result. It is a mistake to think that ladles cannot use "straight" language. After ail, are not their feelings as intense as those of anybody else? "The cowardly cur!" she said. "Has he no shame to have made a woman suffer as I have guttered? Oh, I will make him" "Pooh, my dear! I have known you for 30 years. Why can't you be a wo man for once that kind of person who, though men will never retaliate upon her, if they can help it, always wants her revenge. Yes, though you have turned me out of the house the next minute, I am going to have my say , Don't you know that the worst thing j that has ever happened to you is that you have never been punished for any thinghave always got off scot-free?" "How dare you, Dr. John?" Interrup ted Eva, weeping. "If you were not my oldest friend" "1 would not dare. But If I don't, who is going to dare? You may be 'differently of late, but formerly, if your huiiband had spoken like this, you would not have stayed to hear him, and would have fudged up some case of cruelty out of It into the bargain, to be used when wanted. But there, I won't say anything more about you; I would only say what would happen to a man, probably if he had done, for a man, the sort of thing you have done, I fear. as a woman," . , , I "I will hear this once what you have to say. What do you mean?" "He would be assailable at three points. First, the law, damages to pay perhaps worse, to say nothing of the caustic contempt of virtuous society paper editors. Secondly, getting his head punched; I conclude nobody has threatened you with that, or will. Thirdly, shprt answers from some of his acquaintances, a dead cut on the part of others. These things do not happen to a woman; certainly not to one In your position. No, to quote your own aex, 'not If It were ever so.' 1 promise, dear young lady, I will never speak again like this. You must for give your dear old doctor, who Is really attached to you. Besides, again, I eay, If I don't do It, who is there to speak? Now, for auld lang syne, Just answer me one question. After the changed life I hear you have been leading, when the dread of what was going to happen was still In your mind, had you, or had you not, some consolation that you never felt before?" "Oh, yes, In a way I was quite happy rometlmes! All the same, how dared io7 The reptile!" "Well, ou see, It was not absolutely ,'ertoln, at first, that you wcro all right, as you call It, though now 1 am sure It Is. Thoro Is something to be said against raiding falso hopos; and then well, It Is a long story, but ho knew you long ago." "Know me?" "Well, by Bight, or something of that kind; at all events ho knew of you. At that time ho was In a very humble po sition, and as a result of boyish false slmine, was going under the name of Walter Mack." "Oh, yes; I remember him." "Whether you ever took any notice of him In those days, or even spoke to him, I can't say; but he used to ad mire you very much at a distance, I believe. Afterward there Is no ac counting for what some men will do or think he got it Into IiIb head that If opportunity ever offered he would do something to prevent people talking of you as they did, I fear." "Do not speak of It." "Well, It seemed to him lately for he had nover forgotten his resolution that there was a woy turning up In a most unexpected manner. After a tremendous struggle with himself ho decided to give you the answer that ho did for the best." "But he must havo known that I should Buffer In mind." "True, and I won't ask you, after what you have gone through, If you never made any one clue suffer In mind. Believe me, however. Consider him a madman, rufllan, what you will, but his object was not revenge or cruelty. He knew you would suffer mentally he bus said ob much to me but he thought you could bear it for a short time. It would only last a short time, probably. Ho had made much of that point. By the by, I wus to tell you from him why he considered you could bear It for a short time, mind." "Why?" "Because he has that fatal malndy himself." THEY HAD NO CASE. At 10 o'clock, Just as we wore get ting ready to go to bed at the tavern at Green Springs, thirty men rode up on horseback with a great clatter, nnd a minute later half a dozen of the mob came rushing into the hotel. The land lord was acquainted with thu leader, and at once called out: "Now, then, Joe Taylor, what's all this row about?" "We are after Hanry Smith, of Lone Top," was the reply. "What's he bin doln'?" "Owned tho bank over thar', and ylsterday he skipped out with all the money. He's here, and wo want him." "Goln' to hang him, I s'pose?" "You bet! Tell him to prance right out yere and get ready fur a neck-tlo Boclal!" "Wall, don't 'shout yer lungs out, nnd don't destroy any furniture. Mr. Smith has Jest gone to bed,, and If he's to be hung thar' needn't be no great fuss made over It." Five mInuteB later the banker ap peared. He was cool and calm, but tho men at once seized him and hustled him out of doors. There was a lone tree almost In front of the tavern, and it wasnt five minutes before they had him up on a barrel with a noose baut his neck. They seemed bent on hang ing him as quickly as possible, but the landlord went down among them and elbowed them, around and said: "You fellers must be spring chickens at this blzncss. Dont you know that you've got to give him a chance to make a few remarks before he goes!" "Yes, let him talk," chorused three or four voices, and prespntly the banker worked his neck about In the noose un til he felt more comfortable, and then asked: "Maybe some of you critters will tell me what this Is all about?" "You were sklppln" out!" was the reply. "How was I skipping? Didn't I take the stage at home, with all of you look, Ing on!" "But you cleaned out the bank." "And whose bank was It? I set up that bank three months ago with $5,000. The only business I did was to change a $2 bill for one of you and lend CO cents to somebody else. Nobody deposited a dollar with me. Hadn't I a right to take my own money with me?" There was silence for a minute, and then the leader of the mob queried of the landlord: "What d'ye think about it. Tom?" "You ain't got no case," was the reply. "That's Jest like you fellers over at Lone Top alius mixin' things up and missln' a good thing. When you first struck the town we had a hosB. thief In Jail, and we'd bin glad to have you pull him up. While you was wust ln' time over this case he dug out, and now you ain't got nuthin'." Chicago Post: "Have you decided what you are going to make of the baby yet?" "Oh. yes," replied the father prompt ly. "That's all settled." "What will he be?" "Well, I think his voice qualifies him to be a barker for a museum," It was two whole days after this before the baby's mother consented to get on speaking terms with the baby's father. A bronze column, inscribed with a treaty between the Aetollans and Ar carnanlans made in the third century before Christ, has been found In the Doric temple discovered at Thermos by the Greek Archaeological society. The terra cotta groups that adorned the gable ends of the temple have also been found. IS THE COILS OP A SNAKIv ('loso Cull in Culm lly Ainu wln is Now a Millionaire. Five years ago James F. Burns wni working as a plumber In Colorado Hprlrigx, and thanking his Htnrs ho was able to earn $22.50 a week. Todny he In worth between $8,000,000 and $10,000,. 000. He Is president of the Portland Mining company, tho richest concern of tho kind In Colorado, perhaps In America. And he Is 35 years old. Twice before ho was a rich man, and twice he loHt all he had. His third fortune, he says, nothing can wrest from him. It was in Cuba that ho had a terrible experience, and If you hear him tell of It, see the beads of perspiration that form on his brow, tho agony In his voice, you can understand how real Is the memory of It. It occurred In Cuba, about fifteen mllea from Clcnfuegos, where the foli age nnd underbrush nrc deeper than on any other part of the Island. He and some companions were looking for a suitable spot In which to start a BUgar rellnery. One night, when the hent wns almost unbearable, he left the tent nnd went to a spot abount n hundred yards distant, where there appeared to be n better breeze. It was Just daylight that ho felt that he wiib awake although he was really having a night mare, to which he was more or less subject. You shall read hlo own words: "1 felt thnt I was In the basement of a building twenty Btorlcn high, and that It was gradually Blnklng upon me. Every avenue of escape was cut off. The walls nppearcd to be cutting Into the earth like a knife. 1 lay there par alyzed with fear and the sense of help lessness. 1 could not move hand nor foot. "The Btonc floor nbovc me Bcemed to sink nn eighth of nn Inch at n time. Nearer and nearer It came until I could touch It above me. 1 shouted. There was no noise, no creaking, noth ing but a horrible sllcr.ee and the sink ing of the building. "I could no longer stand erect. 1 lay on the ground and waited, now and then shrieking in hcrror. I saw the old farm, I Haw my mother standing ut the kitchen door. "The building seemed to settle more swiftly. I stretched myself prone on the. floor. 1 could feel the weight upon my head ond chest. No human being can know the awful agony of It. I felt myself plunged Into the abyss of death ond then I awoke. "The awakening was more frightful than the dream. I found myself In the colls of a huge constrictor! The ir.or.vler snake had wound coll after coll about my body or.d waB slowly and surely crushing the life out of me. "1 tried to raise my voice. The pres sure about my lungs made my voice as weak as a babe's. 1 could ee the slimy thing forming another coll and drawing tighter and tighter about me. "A boyish habit of curling my left arm under my head for a rest while I slept saved my life. My left arm was tret: Thp other was In the coll of the snake. I reached for my hunting knife, which was In my belt, forcing my hand over and around the body of the snake. It seemed hours before I could reach It. Then it was but the work of a minute to sever the con strictor's body. Even then I was not free, it was hulf an hour before I cut the coll from my body. I was drenched In blood. "When 1 went to sleep that night there was not a gray hair In my head. That morning It was as white as you see It now." Burns left Cuba soon after that ex perience. As he expresses it, he found that luck was against hirn and the extortion of the Spaniards waB more than he oould stand. Ills experiences would fill many pages of this newspaper. But the manner in which he gained his present wealth la most remarkable. It Is known to every one In Denver. BurnB had drifted west nnd five years ago he was working in Colorado Springs as a plumber'B help er. It Is Interesting to know that he was a good workman. One day ho hap pened to overhear a young man talking to another. The accent was music to Burns' ear. "Excuse me," he said, "are you not a "I'm from Portland myself," said down Easter?' You talk like a Maine man." "From Portland," Bald the other. He was James Doyle, a printer. Burns. This was the beginning of a strong friendship. When the gold dlscoverlea In Cripple Creek excited the world the young men determined to seek their fortunes there. Burns borrowed two pack mules and with $40 worth of pro visions they went forth. Doyle walked behind the mules as they slowly made their way up the Cheyenne canyon, where Helen Hunt Jackson Is burled. He stopped to look at the valley of the Arkansas, Manltou nnd the Garden of the Gods. "Let's stop here, Jimmy," said Burns; "I'm fagged out. I'll go on that hill and you go on that one yonder and we'll each locate a claim and be equal part ners." They were still five miles from Cripple Creek, but they thought the soil look ed promising. Burns named his claim "The Professor," because he had met a man who was prospecting who said he had been a professor of an eastern college. Doyle found only a fraction of a claim, a strip 75 by 111 feet, that had been overlooked. He named his claim the Portland in honor of his old home. The next day they pushed oa to Cripple Creek. At the end of tw months they gave John Harnu a third Interest to assay the claims. Tills consists of digging two holts 10 feet deep and testing tho ire. During the next two months Hums and Doyle worked wherever they rould get a Job. They wore hard pressed nt the end of six months, and tried to Hell the claims for $50, but rould find no purchasor. After awhile a tenderfoot cama along nnd offered $00 for tho claims $50 In rash. They wore aMd, but tho claims reverted to the men who had located them because the other $450 was not paid. They sold those claims no fewer than four times, and ench tlmo they reverted to the original owners because of an unpaid balance. The region was getting richer every year. Tho last salo wan for $75,000, with a cosh pay ment of $10,000, the batanco to be paid at the end of the year. When the year was up again the balance was not paid. BurnB and Doyle proceeded to develop tho Portland, which had proved to be tho most promising. Within ten days they had uncovered a bonanza. Burns was afraid to let any one know of their luck. The Portland had been Bold nnd resold so often that the title waB clouded. He knew that If It were known that they had ore running Into the thousands per ton the working of the mine would be enjoined. After a hnrd day's work they would pack 100 pouds of ore down the Bleep grade un der cover of night to the railway track two miles away. No one knew that the Portland had pay ore until Burns and Doyle had more than $100,000 In bank. Then a stock company was organ ized nnd the storm broke. There was Injunction after Injunction, orders to show cause, orders of arrest and all manner of legal proceedings, At one time there were thlrty-neven suits against the Portland's owners. Burns detailed an armed nquad of miners around the slinft house, and no one could break through, cither sheriff or lawyer, armed with an order from tho court. Owners of adjacent clalmB said that their ore wns being taken out through the Portland. By this tlmo Burns and Doyle had half a million dollnra at their command. Every adjoining claim wns purchased, and Burns carried thro' every suit successfully. The result la that Burns and Doyle's claim of 75 by 111 fref has developed Into the Portland Gold Mining company, of which Burns is president, with n capital of $14,000, 000, owning 129 ncres of the richest gold mining property In the United States. Burns Is a man of strong convic tions During the strike a lynching party assembled on Battle mountain with a victim. Burns rode up to the mob and talked to them. "Boys'." he said, "I know nearly ev ery one of you nnd I know what you are going to do. If any harm happens to those two men I'll spend my last cent to run you all to earth." The lynching wns promptly aban doned nnd the prisoners released. , There is a saying nbrnit Cripple Creek that "Jim Burns never goes back on his word." Inforinntloii Parties. Information panic are one of tlw latest devices tor driving ayay that dense, appalling stillness which often settles down ilka a fur cape on ve randas of srnstde and mountain cot tages after nightfall. Information par ties are designed to Include all those persons of both sexes who usually de cline anything in tho way or a gama on the plea that they "are not intel lectual, you know," and "have only time to rend the papers," To read the papers Is all that is required, and to bo intellectual is rnther a drawback than otherwise, for one cannot be really kj tellectual In the sense the term Is un derstood by tho summer boarder and practical at the same time. The war informntlon Is the favored branch of this Interrogative game. To begin with, you must have a good mem ory If you want to take the head prize, and of course you do, particularly if the head prize is a silver belt buckle, and you are a man, or a shaving mug and you are a woman No civil serv ice examination Is required to test the Bald quick memory its presence or ab sence will be divulged later on. The first pcr3on begins by asking some leading question, aa "Who was the SpaniBh ndmlral at Manila?" call ing upon some one in the party to an swer. If answered, the Interrogated one asks one In her turn; If unanswered, she continues asking until she finds a ready response. Of course It Is understood that no one may ask a question he or she cannot answer. You may think you know all the war to its minutest details, but you will be surprised to find out how little, ufter all, one knows as to necessary details. Another branch of this game Is tha locality branch. Questions relative to the nearest and cheapest way of get ting from one point to another, say from Bath Beach to Glen Island; tha streets in New York named for trees, Buch as Cherry, Elm., eta, the crooked est streets, and so on. Any number of Improvements may ba tried and the prizes given according to desert. Lots of useful knowledge and fun may be obtained, nnd it Is surpris ing how the quiet man who hasn't said very much and didn't apparently know whether It was good form for a man to wear a soft silk belt and displayed a lamentable Ignorance of the last new dancing step Is here In his element, and puts a ball In every hole. In moving the battleship Temeraire In the Devonport dock yard her bow sprit knocked to pieces the big sixty-ton shears in the yard, which coat $25,000.