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JANE JONES.
Jeae Jonas keeps a-whlsperin to me ell ifc*
time
-An aaym **Whjr don’t you make it e rule
To study yoor lessons an work hard an leaf
An never bt absent from school?
Remember the story of Blihu Burritt,
How he dumb up to the top,
Rot all the knowledge ’at he ever had
Down in the blacksmithin shop.”
Jane Jones she honestly said it was so.
Mebbe he did. I dunno.
'Course, what’s a-keepin me’way from the
Is not never liavin no blackninithin shop.
Bhe said ’at Ben Franklin was awfully poor,
But fall o’ ambition an brains.
An studied philosophy all 'is hull life.
An see what he got for his pains.
Ha brought electricity out of the sky
With a kite an the lightnin an key.
So we're owin him more’n any one else
For all the bright lights 'at we sec.
Jane Jones she actually said it was so.
Mebbe he did. I dunno.
’Course, what’s allers been hinderin me
la not bavin any kite, lightnin or key.
Jane Jones said Columbus was out at the I f
When he first thought np his big srhem. .
An all o’ the Siianiards an Italians, too.
They laughed an Just said ’twas a dream.
But Queen Isabella she listen’d to him
An pawned all her Jewels o’ worth
An bought’m the Santa Marier an said,
“Go hunt up tlie rest of the earth.”
Jane Jones she honestly said it was so.
Mebbe he did, I dunno.
’Course, that may all be, but you must allow
They ain’t any land to discover Just now.
—Ben King in Southern Magazine
LITTLE CHERUB.
Surely never was there more gallant
skipper than Captain William Innes of
the rakish freighter British Prince, and
never hardier boatswain than Charles L.
Lastadius. The skipper is from New
castle-on-Tyne and has followed the sea
38 years, or since he was 16 years old.
He has a fine brown beard, and the re
sonant voice that comes through it might
be heard above the strongest gale that
ever thrummed on the British Prince's
rigging. The boatswain is a young
Swede, who has suffered shipwreck more
than once. But the captain and all the
ship’s company never thought of him as
a foreigner, but as a fellow sailorman
with a big heart.
The British Prince when laden has less
freeboard than the common freighter
from Mediterranean ports. So when she
breasts the wintry seas she sometimes
buries her fo’castle head in the ferment.
She had a rough voyage from Gibraltar,
and her coal got so low in the bunkers
that Captain Innes decided to put in to
St. Michael, in the Azores, for a fresh
supply. There he found stancher steam
ships than his that had lost lifeboats and
headgear and had many inches of water
in their holds.
The British Prince made good weather
of it from the Azores until she was about
460 miles east of Sandy Hook. A gale
came howling out of the southwest,
combing up seas that, in the picturesque
language of the skipper, looked like
“granite cliffs.” Darkness was just set
ting in. The cook wanted some fresh
water and, like most cooks, being a
landsman and somewhat timid, he asked
the boatswain to get it for him. The
pump of the fresh water tank is on the
main deck under the forecastle head. It
was hazardous to attempt to get at it
while the seas were boiling as they were,
but water must be had, and a sailorman
and Boatswain Lastadius determined to
get it. The sailorman got a bucket, and
running forward dodged under the fore
castle head. Boatswain Lastadius went
out on the flying bridge to take the buck
et from the sailorman when the chance
effered—that is, when there was little
probability of a sea coming immediately
aboard forward.
The flying bridge is a board walk with
a rope railing run between 2 inch iron
stanchions, connecting the fo’castle head
with the forward part of the hurricane
deck. The main deck is seven feet be
low. The boatswain intended to reach
down, grab the bucket and run aft along
the flying bridge to the hurricane deck,
leaving the sailorman under the shelter
of the fo'castle head to take another
chance between seas.
“I had just got ready,” said the boat
swain, “to take the bucket, when the
ship gave a plunge. I looked np, and there
over the port bow I saw such snch a sea
as I hope I may never see again. I knew
it was coming aboard, and I knew I had
no chance to get out of its way. If I ran
aft, I thought, it would pick me np be
fore I got off the bridge and carry me
away. So I thonght the best thing to do
was to make fast to a stanchion of the
flying bridge. So I wound my arms and
legs around it, hugged as hard as I knew
how and lowered my head to take the sea.
“ Everything seemed to give way when
the sea hit me. I might jnst as well
have caught hold of a rope yarn as that
stanchion. I thonght it was all np with
me and the British Prince until I found
myself on the crest of a wave striking
•ut for the ship, which was riding as if
she had shipped only a bucketful. I
struck the water maybe five fathoms off
the starboard bow. I saw the form of
the second officer—Thomas Jones—on
the bridge as I swept along the ship's
side. He grabbed a lifebuoy from the
rack, and I saw it come sailing toward
me. It was a good shot, or I might not be
telling about it now. The buoy almost
ringed my head. I grabbed it and forced
it ovet my shoulders and under my arms.
“As I was swept aft along the star
board side of the ship I saw Captain
Innes running forward. He saw me,
too, for he shouted: ‘Keep np a stout
heart. We’ll save you if we can.’ But
it was getting very dark, and I was three
•hips’ lengths astern before anything
could be done aboard the ship. My heart
sank, and I gave myself np for lost. I
had been striking out for the ship, but
when I saw her going ahead I stopped all
effort to save myself. But it takes a long
time to stop and reverse engines, and
pretty soon I saw the ship backing to
ward me.
“That made my heart bound, and I
yelled with all my might and tried to
make some headway against the seas,
which sometimes turned me over and
over. I was afraid that the ship would
back against me, and that I would be
sucked under by her propeller and
drowned or killed by the blades. I saw
the propeller whirling in the air when
ever the ship went down into the trough
of tha sea. 1 shouted, ‘Don’t back on top
of me,’ as I thought they couldn’t see
me in the darkness.
"The shtp drew nearer and nearer, the
captain keeping mo on the starboard
hand. All the rnen bad gathered at the
starboard rail, and as the ship passed me
j they hove lines and buoys to me and
I shouted to me to keep up heart. I was
i once within half a fathom of the star
j board rail when a sea swept me forward
and clear around the bow on the port
side. I was away astern in the darkness
before the ship could be stopped, and I
almost lost hope again. But I kept sing
ing out and could hear the voice of the
captain and the cheers of the men com
ing down on the wind.
“The captain couldn’t see me, but he
took my bearings from the sound of my
voice by a star, and coming around he
steamed down toward me, and going
around me came up on my starboard. I
was full of salt water and so played out
and cold that I hadn’t much strength
left when I saw all the men gathered
along the port rail waiting to save me.
The mate threw a life buoy and a line,
and I caught it and put it on. I caught
another line, too, fearing the first one
might be carried away, and that's all I
remember clearly until I heard all the
men cheering. Up to then I thought I
was still in the sea.”
The captain was in his cabin taking
his tea, as he puts it, when a man rushed
to the top of the companion way and
shouted, “Man overboard, sir!” Tha
captain had just poised a piece of meat
on his fork and was about to put it in
his mouth. Some skippers might have
serenely finished the meal. But Captain
Innes got up the companion way and on
deck as if his own son were the man
who was overboard. He dimly saw the
boatswain sweeping astern. As he passed
the engine room on his way to the bridge
he shouted to the engineer, “Stand by
to stop those engines.”
Then he flew to the bridge and laid his
right hand on the “telegraph.”
“Stop and reverse” were flashed to the
engine room, and the captain’s voice
rang out, “All hands to starboard with
lines and buoys!” All bands were there
even before the summons came.
“Our only hope in saving him lay in
picking him up with the ship,” said the
captain, “for no boat could live in the
sea that was running. I have seldom
seen anything like it. The gale was so
high that it combed down the crests, and
all the water we shipped was solid green.
When I backed the ship down to the
bo’s’n. I sq,w him struggling bravely in
the seas. He had the life buoy that the
second officer threw to him under his
arms, and his body was well out of wa
ter. I determined to save him if he
oould hold out until I could fetch him
alongside. We missed him the first time,
and he was carried forward around the
bow to the port side. He kept up a lusty
shouting, and we answered back.
“We were going ahead a bit, when he
was whirled around to starboard, and as
the night had well set in, and I could not
see half a ship's length away, we soon
lost him. But I turned on the bridge
and got the bearing of his voice by a
star, and I kept that star in sight when I
put the helm hard a-starboard and bore
down in the direction of the star. We
had lost his voice altogether, but as we
steamed toward the star we heard it
faintly over the rush of the wind and the
swash of the seas. We caught sight of
him too late to pick him up as we
steamed past, so we came up with the
wind again, with the bo's’n on our port
hand.
“We steamed slowly, so the men
ranged along the port rail, each with a
line or a buoy, had a chance at him. I
knew£y the cheer that went up that ho
was saved, and I felt like cheering my
self. He was just half an hour in ths
water, and if he hadn’t been a plucky
man he would be there now. The poor
fellow didn't know he was safe for a min
ute or so after he was hauled aboard. He
clung to the rail so tightly that the men
had to break his grip. He shook with
the cold like a leaf. I took him below
and gave him three glasses of brandy
and some hot coffee. Then the steward
rubbed him down with whisky, and he
was good for work next morning.”—Ex
change.
Showman Monk Felted With Fruit.
A religious riot in miniature has taken
place at Nantes. Some Catholic youths
were passing through a fair when they
caught sight of a booth labeled “Sanc
tum Sanctorum.” The showman was
dressed in the rough robes and cowl of a
Capuchin monk and professed to show
inside several relics or cariosities, in
cluding the apple which tempted Eve
and the whale which swallowed Jonah.
The youths, whoXvere about 200 strong,
called on the profane Barnum to desist
from his mockeries, but he only re
doubled his patter and directed more at
tention to his show. A neighboring
orange merchant had to bear the conse
quences of all this, for bis stand was pil
laged by the Catholics, who pelted the
showman with the fruit of the Heepcndes
until he had to retreat- inside what he
had really to use as a sanctuary for his
own protection. The police then came
up and charged the rioters, who wanted
to wreak more effective vengeance on
the insnlter of religion.—Paris Corre
spondent.
A Famous Wine.
The Emperor William’s present to
Prince Bismarck consisted of a dozen
bottles of the famous Steinberg cabinet
of the great comet year, which is the
finest and rarest wine in the imperial
cellars and remarkable both for its fra
grance and for its strength. The gift is
worthy of the occasion, for all such wine
is absolutely priceless, and it is prob
ably only to be found in the cellars cf
the emperor and of the Duke of Luxem
burg, except for any stray bottles which
may yet be bidden away in a few coun
try houses. The old Emperor William
sent half a dozen bottles of the same
wine as a present to the queen in 18*7,
and it was brought over by the Em
peror Frederick, then crown prince,
himself. Fine Rhenish wines get more
and more scarce every year, for there
ba3 not been a really first rate vintage
since 1868.—London World.
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HOE YOUR OWN ROW.
—
It Is » Profitless Proceeding to Carry Coals
to Newcastle.
There are more ways than one, my son,
of carrying coals to Newcastle, and in
almost every case it is a profitless pro
ceeding-on the part of the person engag
ed in it.
Therefore, my son, have nothing to do
with that kind of traffic—that is to say,
do not encroach upon another’s preserves
except to admire. Do not attempt to
stock them with yonr own game.
When a man is a salesman in a dry
goods store, do not attempt to instruct
him by the ventilation of ideas of your
own. If he be an actor, do not intrude
upon him any of your amateur notions.
If a clergyman, refrain from Scriptural
citation and exegesis when in his compa
ny. If a professional humorist, reaist,
as it were the evil one, all temptation to
facetiousness and paronomasia. If a me
chanic, do not presume to give him points
in his calling.
But, on the other hand, my son, donot
attempt to interfere with his speaking or
his calling, profession or specialty. So
long as you listen you make no mistake,
and the wing of friendship molts no
feather.
Give ear to the story of his experiences
at the counter, but interject none of your
own; listen to and applaud his spoutings,
hut spout not yourself; receive with be
coming reverence his interpretations of
holy writ, hut meddle not yourself with
that which the lay mind is not supposed
to be able to cope withal; listen and
laugh at his wit and whimseys, hut
hazard no joke of your own; attend
while he relates his mechanical achieve
ments, hut vaunt not yourself in the
same line.
It is a common mistake, my son, to
suppose that because a man delights in
talking about a certain something in
which he is proficient, he loves to hear
every babbler that falls in his way des
cant upon the same subject; that because
it pleases him to exalt himself in a given
direction he likes to hear others in the
same direction exalt themselves.
When a man knows a thing thorough
ly—or thinks he does, which amounts to
the same so far as he is concerned—he is
quite ready and willing to instruct others,
but he brooks no incursions by others
into his peculiar domain. When he has
finished the exposition of his wares, it is
time for you to show up yours, provided
of course they are of an entirely differ
ent line.
There must be reciprocity in the com
merce of conversation, an exchange of
complementary commodities. Each must
give what the other lacks and receive in
return that in which he ie wanting, else
there can be no trade, no harmony.
You would not ship oranges to Flori
da, ice to Nova Zembla or hot air fur
naces to Sahara. Then why carry coals
to Newcastle?
Therefore, my son, let each man pad
dle his own canoe as it best pleases him.
Admire, applaud, if you will—and it is
your best hold—but don’t put in your
oar, though he be swamping.—Boston
Transcript.
An Affecting Tale.
Barber—Poor Jim has been sent to an
insane asylum.
Victim (in chair)—Who’s Jim?
“Jim is my twin brother, sir. Jim
has long been broodin over the hard
times, and I suppose he finally got_
crazy.”
“Hum! Not unlikely.”
“Yes, he and me has worked side by
side for years, and we were so alike we
couldn’t tell each other apart. We both
brooded a good deal too. No money in
this business any more."
“What’s the matter with it?”
“Prices too low. Unless a customer
takes a shampoo or somethin, it doesn't
pay to shave or hair cut. Poor Jim! 1
caught him tryin to cut a customer's
throat because he refused a shampoo,
and so I had to have the poor fellow
locked up. Makes me very melancholy.
Sometimes I feel sorry I didn’t let him
slash all he wanted to. It might have
saved his reason. Shampoo, sir?”
“Y-e-s, sir.”—New York Weekly.
African Ants.
Dr. Sharp gives the following extract
from Dr. Livingstone’s “Narrative of an
Expedition to the Zambezi:”
“We tried to sleep one rainy night in a
native hnt, but could not because of at
tacks by the fighting battalions of a very
small species of formica not more than
one-sixteenth of an inch in length. It
soon became obvious that they were un
der regular discipline and even attempt
ing to carry out the skillful plans and
stratagem of some eminent leader. Our
hands and necks were the first objects of
attack. Large bodies of these little pests
were massed in silence round the point
to be assaulted. We could hear the
sharp, shrill word of command two or
three times repeated, though until then
we had not believed in the vocal power
of an ant. The instant after we felt the
storming hosts over head and neck.”—
New York Ledger.
Count Primoli’. Camera.
Count Primoli is a familiar figure in
Parisian society, spending a portion of
the season each year at the hospitable
honse of his aunt, Princess Mathilde, in
whose salons he formed the acquaintance
and acquired the warm friendship of the
popular novelist, Paul Bourget. He is
noted as being, with the possible excep
tion of the Due de Moray, the most suc
cessful amateur photographer in Europe,
and has spent enormous sums ou various
perfected apparatus connected with this
particular fad.—New York Herald.
She Ought to Know.
Mies Imogen Gniney, who entered po
litical life to the extent of seeking the
postmistress-ship of her town, says that
no woman can earn a livelihood at po
etry—the statements of Ella Wheeler
Wilcox notwithstanding.
A Compromise.
“Your account has been standing a
long time, Mr. Dnkey."
“Then give it a seat, my dear Shear a"
“Very glad ts, sir; shall we make it a
feceipt?”—London Judy.
The New Jersey Senate.
The state of New Jersey is different in
its government system from most others
in this Union. It has no lientenant gov
ernor, therefore no officer who naturally
falls into place as president of the sen
ate. The senate elects its own president.
The people elect the governor, the gov
ernor appoints the state treasurer, secre
tary of state and other state officials.
The misunderstanding and consequent
formation of two senates, both daily,
arose in part from these peculiar fea
tures of the New Jersey constitution.
The state senate last year was Demo
cratic. At the fall election a majority
of the newly elected members were Re
publicans. They expected to take their
seats at the beginning of this year. Here
an issue arose which is comparatively
new in the organization of a state legis
lature. Acting under the advice of the
attorney general of New Jersey, the
Democratic members of the senate, now
in a minority in consequence of the fall
election, refused to surrender the organ
ization of the new house to the Repub
lican majority. They claimed that a
state senate was, like the United States
senate, a “continuous body,” and that
therefore the right to organize the house
and pass on the credentials of members
belonged to them, the Democratic mi
nority.
Both senates organized,Republican and
Democratic. Each avowed it would nev
er give in. Undoubtedly members of each
body thought they were right, Matters
went on thus for over two months.
There was nothing in the jersey consti
tution to throw light on the matter. It
was finally referred to the supreme
court of the state to settle whether a
state senate was like the national one—a
“continuous body"—and whether mem
bers that had been elected out of office
could hold over and organize the new
body and pass on the credentials of new
members. The court decided that they
could not—at least not in New Jersey.
Then the majority party entered into pos
session with the organization they had al
ready perfected, and all’s well that ends
well.
The question is, however, an interest
ing one in parliamentary law. The same
question may arise in other states, and
the New Jersey example may now be
cited as a precedent.
Policemen and the Drama.
If anybody appreciates the drama, it is
your policeman. At theaters where he
is on duty at night he cannot always see
all of a play himself. He must parade
up and down about the entrance for a
time, but it goes hard if after the throng
have taken their seats he does not slip in
and enjoy the aesthetic surroundings and
the superb delineations of hum '" “mo
tion. He not only enjoys this himself,
but he brings his family and all his rela
tives to become thoroughly educated in
dramatic art. This is well. Nothing is
better than that people should learn in
their youth to be judges of high art, not
to say high kicking. Your guardian in
blue steps up jauntily to the bos office
and says to the ticket man, “Say, I'm
on duty here tonight.” Then he gives a
little ahem and proceeds to remark:
“Say, I've got me sister here wid her
chicks. It's all right, hey?”
Usually it is all right, for a policeman
on duty is a greater man than the presi
dent. But some theatrical managers
are very unreasonable. They actually
object to deadheading whole families
night after night simply because these
job lots of humanity are kin to a police
man. In all the cities of this country
the practice of giving free entertain
ment to police parties at theaters is the
vogue. Some of the managers are so
obstreperous as to say they will not
stand it any longer. They vow to break
up the custom if they break up their
theaters.
Another wealthy farmer has been rob
bed of a large sum of money—$5,000.
This wealthy farmer was luny enough
to keep the cash in his house. Burglars
got in, seized the rich ruralist and began
burning him by touching him up with
the flame of a lamp. They tortured him
till he was forced to tell them where his
money was hidden, and they got it all.
It does seem as though some people are
either crazy or else they never read the
newspapers. Time out of mind these
friends of the public have been publish
ing warning stories of how people who
keep large sums of money in their homes
have been tortured and robbed, often
murdered, yet the warning is not heeded.
Especially when persons live in small vil
lages and in lonely farmhouses it is noth
ing less than inviting robbery and mur
der to keep so much as $100 in the house.
Even when the money is locked up in a
safe the owner of it can be tortured till
he is forced to reveal the combination
and give up the key.
Hapless old Kearsarge! After a rec
ord as glorious as any brave ship ever
had it was her fate to be plundered and
set on fire by wreckers as she lay help
less on Roncador reef. There her bones
will remain till the kindly shifting
sands bury the pitiful object out of
sight. _
A man who is known to reach power
and wealth by unprincipled methods
frequently gets the name of being big
hearted and generous. When the truth
comes out, however, it is always found
that he has been generous with other
people's money.
Late alleged pictures of the Hungari&n
patriot, Kossuth, make him look like
Faraway Moses.
* MOUTH CURVED UR *«T CORNERS j
The world is not no bad a place
An the growling cynic paints it.
Ami life ia the main is fair and sweet
Till selfishness mars and taints it.
So don't belong to tho pessimist crew
And don't be one of the seorners.
Don’t go about with a clouded brow
And a mout h drawn down at the corners.
Though fortune scemeth to frown on you.
Bo never you disconcerted.
If you put your mouth into rainbow shape.
Pray let the bow be inverted.
Though you he slighted by fortune’s pels.
Though you bo scorned by the seorners.
Still keep a heart that is brave and strong
And a mouth curved up at the corners.
Don't look on life through a smoky glass.
The world ia much as you take it.
Twill yield yon back a gleam of light
Or a glow of warmth if you make it.
However fortune may seem to frown,
However may scorn the seorners.
Still face yonr fate with a fearless eye
And a mouth curved up at the corner*.
—Martha S. White in Good Housekeeping,
The Way They I>o It.
A little man with a sad face, a thin
suit of clothes, a skullcap and a weak
voice stood near the east end of the
Madison street bridge holding out a
handle of shoestrings toward the pass
ersby. A policeman came along—on©
of the large, two breasted kind.
“Got a license?” he asked.
The man with the shoestrings enbut
toned his coat with the left hand and
showed the badge, which was attached
to his vest. In the meantime he looked
np at the policeman. His expression was
one of mingled awe, fear and apprehen
sion.
“Give mo a pair,” said the police
man, pulling ont two strings from the
bundle.
“Yes, sir,” said the peddler.
“Better make it two,” said the man
who represented the dignity a ad maj
esty of the law.
“All right, sir,’’said the shoestring
man. his voice weaker than ev r.
The policeman relied up the four
Btrings. buried them in his pocket and
went on.
“Did he pay you?” asked a man who
was standing in a doorway.
“Him Jay?” said the man with the
Bboestrings. “Dat copper pay for his
shoestrings? 1 guess not. What makes
me sore is that he don’t belong on this
beat at all. I never saw him before.”
"Why didn’t you make him pay
you?”
“What's the use? He would have
tipped me off to some other cop, and I’d
got the run. If they want anything,
you’ve got to give it to them, that’s all
there is about it.”—Chicago Record.
Sounds Tike Boston.
“Hortensia,” said her father, “will
you have some taters?”
“If yon refer to the farinaceous tu
bers which pertain of the Solanum tu
berosum and which aro commonly
known as potatoes,” replied the sweet
girl, “I should he pleased to be helped
to a modicum of the same. But taters,
taters! I’m quite sure,papa, that they
are something of which I never before
had the pleasure of hearing.”
The old man pounded on the table un
til the pepper caster lay down fora rest
and then remarked in a voice of icy
coldness, “Hortensia, will you have
some taters?”
“Yes, dad, I will.”
Is our boasted high school system a
failure, or is it not?—London Tit-Bits.
The First Phenix.
Legend tells us that the first phenix
was born in the garden of Eden and
had its nest in a great red rose—the
first rose that ever bloomed. When the
angel drove Adam and Eve out of para
dise, a spark of fire fell from the an
gel's fiery sword and burned up the
phenix and his nest. Out of the ashes
sprang a glorious bird, which also lived
500 years before mysteriously burning
itself, at every recurrence of which a
new phenix is said to arise.—New York
Journal.
Stopped the Weddings.
Saxon girls 1.000 years ago always
wore a gold crown during the marriage
ceremony, this article being kept in the
church and a fee being paid the priest
for its use by the brides of the parish.
In the year 927 the Danes raided the
south of England and stole 100 church
crowns, and there was no marrying in
the afflicted villages for nearly six
months until new crown could be made.
—Yankee Blade.
A Reminder.
New Father-in-law—Well, sir, the
ceremony is over, and now that you are
the husband of my daughter I want to
give you a little advice. What would
you do if you should wake up some
night and find burglars in the house?
Bridegroom—I should tell them that,
my father-in-law forgot to give my wife
a wedding dowry, and they 'd go away.
—London Punch.
The kings of Sardinia formerly de
scribed themselves as “By the grace of
God, king of Sardinia, of France, Spain
and England, of Italy and Jerusalem,
of Greece and Alexandria, of Hamburg
and Sicily, ruler of the Midway sea,
master of the deep, king of the earth,
protector of the Holy Land."’
Court life in Stockholm is reduced to
the simplest proportions. Each of the
young princes is devoted to some spe
cial study, and both the king and queen
have always striven to he their chil
dren's chief friends and confidants.
Old authorities taught that a peer, if
he wasted his property so as to be un
able to support the dignity, could be
degraded by the king. It is now held
that degradation can he effected only
by vote of his peers.
The oldest ruins in the world are
probably the rock cut temples of Ipsam
bul, or Ahon Samboul, in Nubia, on
the left hank of the Nile. They are
Tver 4.000 years old.
All Catholic princes give the pope t!
title of holy father or venerable fath
in replying he calls them ‘‘ my dearest '
rirrmr --n-iir i mrirncri wnmnnr* L|.-|.- . . - .-in .■ rT
A NOVEL RACING MATCH.
In'mepninj Down :» Dun on Hocking
Horae* to Decide .. SVttger.
There is no knowing what un Eng
lishman will not do to decide a bet
Men have jumped across dining tables,
mounted upon’on tractable steeds—yea,
and even kissed their own mothers-in
law—in order to settle a wager. In fine,
it ought to be an established maxim
among us by this tune that, given a cer
tain number of impossibilities and ar
equal number of young Englishmen,
those impossibilities will not long re
main such, provided they be made the
subjects of bets.
One of those incidents which go a
long way toward justifying the reputa
tion which as a nation of madmen we
have earned among foreigners occurred
at St. Moritz when, ‘‘in order to settle
a bet,” Lord William Manners and the
Hon. H. Gibson agreed to go down the
village “run” mounted on rocking
horses in place of ordinary toboggans.
A feature of the race was that both
competitors were “attired in full hunt
ing kit,” and as elaborate preparations
had been made for the contest and ru
ruor of tho affair had been industriously
noised abroad the crowd which had as
sembled to witness it was both large
and distinguished.
The start was fixed for 12 o’clock,
and shortly before that hour the shouts
of the spectators announced that the
horses were off. Unlike the custom in
toboggan races, both started at the same
time. In the first course Lord William
Manners led as far as a certain angle of
the “run” called (Jasper’s Corners, from
tho fact that a hotel of that name is
situated close by, but “taking it rather
high Mr. Gibson passed cleverly on the
inside, which he maintained to the fin
ish,” Lord W'illiam being summarily
dismissed from his fractious steed’s
back some distance to the bad from the
winning post.
In the second course Lord William
Manners again had the advantage as far
as Casper's Corners, where Mr. Gibson
again tried to pass him ou tho inside,
but being jockeyed by his opponent his
horse swung round and proceeded down
the run tail foremost, hut leading. The
merriment of the spectators at this
stage of the proceedings may be more
easily imagined than described, nor did
it abate in the least when Mr. Gibson,
dismounting, seized it unceremoniously
by the nose and turned it into tho way
it should go.
Meanwhile Lord William Manners
bad suffered disappointment a second
time, for in attempting to “take”—to
use a true hunting term—a paticularly
awkward part of the “run” called Bel
vedere Corner his horse refused to re
spond to its rider’s exertions to get it
successfully over the obstacle, and tiorse
and jockey came down to the ground in
one tumultuous somersault together.
Lord William’s discomfiture proved
to be Mr. Gibson’s opportunity. The
time and ground that the former had
lost by his involuntary flight through
the air were never recovered. Mr. Gib
son, with the position of his horse re
versed and his legs thrust scientifically
in front of him, rode easily and trium
phantly forward and eventually reached
the winning post some seconds in ad
vance of his opponent.—Alpine Post.
His “Love” Text.
The story is related of a bishop who
came to one of our state prisons and
was told: “No need of you here, sir.
We have eight preachers safely locked
up who are brought out each Sabbath
to minister to their fellow prisoners. ”
If this appear a doubtful tale, it can be
varied with the following about a young
lady Sunday school teacher who has a
class of rather bright boys averaging
between 7 and 9 years.
Recently she requested each pupil to
come on the following Sunday with
some passage of Scripture bearing upon
love. The lads heeded the request and
in turn recited their verses bearing upon
that popular subject, such as “Love
your enemies,” "Little children, love
one another,” etc. The teacher said to
the boy whose turn came last, ‘ Well,
Robbie, what is your verse?” Raising
himself up he responded: “Song of Sol
omon, second chapter, fifth verse, ‘Stay
me with flagons, comfort me with ap -
ples, for I am sick of love.’”—Ex
change.
Color and Warmth.
The color of materials has some in
fluence on the warmth of the cloiuiug.
Black and blue absorb heat freely from
without, but white and light shades of
yellow, etc., are far less absorbent.
This difference can be demonstrated by
experiment. The same material, when
3yed with different colors, will absorb
different amounts of heat. In hot coun
tries white coverings are universally
worn, and sailors and others wear white
clothing in hot weather.
With regard, however, to heat given
Dff from the body the color of the ma
terials used as clothing makes little if
any difference. Red flannel is popu
larly supposed to be warm, though it is
no better in this respect tbar similar
materials of equal substance, but white
>r gray in color. Dark clothing is best
tor cold weather, because it more freely
absorbs any beat that is obtainable.—
Fortnightly Review.
Must Pass In Ilard Tack.
In examining men desirous of join
Eg the royal marines recruiting offi
■ers are directed to pay special atten
:ion to the condition of the teeth of a
tandidate. Seven defective teeth, or
wen less if they impair the biting or
grinding capacity, will render a candi
iate ineligible, and the examining med
| cal officer is directed to take into spe
cial consideration the probability of the
eeth lasting.—London Court Journal.
Overdone.
A correspondent writes to a medical
eview to claim that most of man’s
liseases are due to the clothing he
, vears. There may be something in
hat. The 1 !>: girls never die.—Chi
cago Dispa