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The Call Prayer
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AMES Grayson stood at the
doorway of his apartment
Until that hour he had shared
this home with his brother Robert.
Now he was leaving in anger that dis
torted his face. There was hatred in
the heart of James Grayson for this
his brother whom he had loved.
Robert Grayson stood within the
room with an appealing look in his
eyes. "Don't go this way , Jim , " he
said , "I did not know ; I never saw It ,
Jim. I may have been blind but I did
not know ; I did not even suspect , Jim ,
that your feeling for Helen was deep.
PBINTED IN A CHILDISH HAND.
I never wronged you in niy life and
I did not mean It now. Stay , boy. I
can't bear this thing. We have always
ibeen brothers in much more than
name. "
"Stay ? I hate you , Robert Grayson.
You call yourself my brother , and yet
you undermined me in the affections
of the only woman I ever loved. I hate
you , and I will hate you to all eterni
ty. You tricked me ; you and the wo
man. My hope is that I shall never see
you alive again. "
"Jim " But James Grayson had
gone.
James and Robert Grayson , brothers ,
had been companions from their ear
liest boyhood. The elder , James , had
always been of a grave disposition ,
grave to sternness. The younger , Rob
ert , had a disposition like the sunshine.
He was easy going , a believer in all
men and with a love for his grave
brother that filled all of his big heart
Their father , William Grayson , had
died and left each a fortune. Their
mother they lost when James was 14
and Robert Avas 10. The brothers had
grown to manhood and each had fallen
in love with Helen -Wright The girl
was an orphan living with a superan
nuated maiden aunt. Helen taught in
a North Side school. The Graysons
had met her through the medium of
a business matter which they jointly
had transacted for the aunt James
Grayson's love for the girl was like
his nature , deep yet undemonstrative.
The girl knew what woman doesn't
know when a man is in love with her
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* but she gave him no encouragement ,
though James Graysou's temperament
made him think the lack of demonstra- .
tfon did not mean necessarily lack of
love. He had a certain confidence in
himself that kept him free from the
thought that his love might not be re
turned.
Helen Wright held her heart for
Robert Grayson. He wooed her and
iron her quickly. He was ignorant of
liis brother's feeling , and when he came
to tell the brother that Helen was to
be his wife he knew nothing of the
Wow that he was to inflict
James Grayson had taken Helen's
kindness to him as Robert's brother to
mean love. He made himself believe
that the girl had led him on , and that
his brother had undermined her affec
tions. His nature was one of which
made him hold to a fancied wrong as
one that was real , and so he left Rob
ert with anger in his heart and with
something that was little short of a
curse on his lips.
This was twelve years ago , James
Garysou left Chicago and went to Eu
rope , lie stayed in capital after cap
ital. He knew that Robert and Helen
were married. After the marriage he
hail received , letters from both , gentle ,
entreating letters , but James Grayson k
had closed his heart. He had taken
hatred into it , and had shut the door. tlc
"I hate them both , " he said to himself , c !
"and hate them I always will. " n
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The years went by. James Grayson G
still stayed abroad. Letters came S !
from Robert but they were unopened db
and unanswered. One day there reach b
ed James Grayson in London a letter ;
with the address printed in a childish
Land. He was puzzled and opened it
In printed Setters inside the first words 01
which caught his eye were , "Dear
Uncle Jim. " A look that had been a
stranger to James Grayson's face for
years' was there for a second. Then i\ \
there came sternness again , and the
little letter was crumpled and thrown
Into the fire. s
One day James Grayson read an r <
American newspaper. He looked at u
Unaucial * VVHB . It contained n
news of the loss in a mining venture
of every penny of the fortune of Robert
Grayson , millionaire , Chicago. Cou
pled with it was the statement that
Robert Grayson was ill.
What James Grayson's thoughts were
after reading that announcement he
alone knows. He paced his room in
the London hotel for hours , and at the
end of what must have been a struggle
with himself he was the same unfor
giving man as before.
A year went by. It was now nearly
twelve years since James Grayson had
seen his brother. Business called the
wanderer to New Orleans. It was an
imperative summons. He hated Amer
ica. In New Orleans he met a man
whom he had known in Chicago. The
man looked upon him as one returned
from the dead , and then blunderingly
spoke , saying : "You know about Bob ,
of course. He lost his money , saving
only enough to pay his just debts. Then
he became ill , and I hear he is dead. "
James Grayson went his way. He
worked at his business affairs all day ,
but in his mind and heart and soul
were the words , "Bob is dead. " He
went to his hotel , and from a recess
in his trunk he took a packet of let
ters , selecting one. It was the last
letter his mother had written to him
when he was a schoolboy. She had
written it just before her death.
James Grayson read : "You are older
and stronger than Robert and of a
deeper nature. Look after the boy
when your mother is not here , for she
cannot stay long. "
James Grayson paced his room again.
The next morning he left New Orleans
for Chicago. He reached the city on
Saturday and went direct to the office
of a man who in the old days was a
friend of the family. James Grayson
was not recognized , for he had changed
much with the years. He did not make
liimself known , but asked abruptly , "Is
Robert Graysou dead ? "
"No , " came the answer , "but "
Jomes Grayson did not wait to hear
the answer in full. He turned on his
heel and left
Living ! The old hate stole back into
his heart. Dead he could have for
given him , but living never. It was
Sunday morning. Grayson went to
the North Side and walked past the
old familiar places where had played
tiid lived as a boy and where he had
grown to manhood. He stood in front
of a gray stone church. He had wor
shipped there with his father and moth
er and Bob. Something stole over
Tames Grayson at the sight of the old
church. "If I could only pray , " he
groaned. He had not seen the inside
of a church for more than twelve years ,
but something moved him and he went
n. Fate and the usher led him to the
old pew. He was late. A cherub-faced
choir boy was singing a solo. Was it
fate again ? The boy , with a voice like
WENT TO EUROPE.
hat of the hermit thrush , was sing-
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ag :
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) Thou , by whom we come to God , p
? he life , the truth , the way , . ,
? he path of prayer Thyself hast trod ;
jord , teach us how to pray. °
James Grayson felt something come P
a to his throat. The boy sang on :
'rayer is the contrite sinner's voice ,
leturning from his ways ; n
VTiile angels in their songs rejoice , o
Lnd cry , "Behold , he prays ! " v
Was it the voice itself or was it the
rords ? Robert Grayson was on his lc
nees. c
After the service Grayson waited for ci
lie appearance of the boy singer. The h
hoirister came out. His clothes were fi
eat , but patched and threadbare , f
Jrayson went to the little fellow and
aid , "You did something for me tea
ay take this , " and ho slipped a $10 b
ill into the boy's hand. 1 (
The little fellow looked at it , then b
ushed and smiled , "Papa will get well
ow. He can have what the doctors
rder. "
"Is your father sick ? " asked Grayson. a
"Yes , " said the boy simply. t <
"Take me to him. " Grayson's heart E
ras warm that morning , though it was g
he first bitter cold day of the year. u
The lad led him west to Market of
street and up some dark stairs Into a a
ear room. A man wanant1thin lay S
ipon a he'd In the corner. A jJttle won
nan stood near. n
James Grayson looked t fid staggered
back. A light come into the eyes of
the sick man and a smile into his fade.
"Jim , " he cried , and held out a thin
hand.
"Bob ! I am here , thank G&Q ,
not too late to save you. "
And James Grayson was at tfc *
side and on his knees for the secoiiu
time that day in prayer Chicago Cec-
ord-Herald.
EASY TO MOVE TO EUROPE.
Household Effects Can Be Transported
with Very Little Trouble. '
"In these days , " said a storage and
van man , "it is just as easy to move
from New York to London as from i
New York to Hoboken. One's furni
ture and household effects can be
transported across the Atlantic In vans
as easily as across the North River.
"Of course , vans have long been
used here for comparatively long
distance moving by rail and steamboat.
It is a common thing in summer , for
instance , to see teams on the decks
of boats running to and from this
city. They just run the vans aboard
on their own wheels , and run 'em off
at the other end of the line , and back
in the country , or wherever they want
to take them.
"The vans used in trans-Atlantic
moving are lift vans. They are really
van bodies and can be lifted from their
wheels and swung onto a car of trans
portation by rail or down a hatchway
into a steamer's held.
"At the end of its rail or water
transportation the van can as easily be
lifted off the car or out of the steam
er's hold and swung upon the trucks
upon which it is to be hauled to the
house where the goods are to be put
"Who are the people that thus cas
ually pack up and move across the At
lantic ? Well , they may be foreign
merchants who have been living in
this country , but are now going back.
They may also be Americans who are
going abroad to live.
"With the modern facilities for the
transportation of people and goods ev
erywhere and the very great increase
in travel there are now many people
who , crossing the Atlantic for a more
or less extended stay , take their house
hold goods with them.
"Of course , there are people moving
in this way all the time from Europe ,
as there are people moving thither
from here , and when we move any
body over we want , of course , a freight
back ; we don't want to bring our
vans back empty , and we move some
body this way. t
"In some German cities there are
published weekly newspapers , or rath
er extended bulletins , devoted to the f
interests of the storage van men. In tl
tlii
those several publications you would
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find lists of the vans to be had in the a
city where the list was published and ti
other information concerning them , including 1
1t
cluding the name of the owner of the t
van , where it was from , Its cubic capacity ii
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pacity , where it would be at disposal V
and the name of its agent or the rep
resentative of its owner , at the point
where this list was published. E
"Foreign lift vans come filled with
household effects to American ports ,
and through the representatives oi r
their owners here they get return ship o
ments , as American vans in Europe , SI
through their representatives 'there , SISI
get shipments this way. SIb
"So you see that really in these days b
it is about as easy to move to Europe C
as it would be to move into the next d
block , and there Is lots of transAtlantic dIi
tic moving. " New York Sun. Iis
COMMERCIAL CORRESPONDENCE
ness with His Social Note.
There is no worse literary style than
that of the ordinary business letter ,
[
which begins , "Yours received and
contents noted. In reply would say
that we received orders for goods 30th
ult , and shipped same day following. "
[
When this style gets mixed up with
the. formal conventionanity of "socle *
ty" correspondence , as related in a
story in the New York Times , the com
bination is funny. A young woman in .
Baltimore received this letter :
"Mr. Blank requests his compliments .
to Miss Dash , and requests the pleasure -
?
ure of her company at the theater , .
Thursday evening next. ,
"Awaiting an early reply , and hoping
:
ing it will be favorable to our proposition - ,
sition , we are , yours very truly ,
"BLANK & CO. "
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The writer was the junior partner
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in a large manufacturing company. , .
He had written many letters that day
for the company and signed the name bi
of the firm , and the stereotyped Ic
phrases of commerce ran off his pen „ .
from habit *
The lady , however , understood what
had happened , and was equal to the [
occasion. The next day the young man
was astonished to receive this reply :
"Messrs. Blank & Co. : Gentlemen
Your favor of recent date at hand and tii
contents noted. In reply will say I ac h ic
cept the proposition therein made and
hold the goods ordered subject to yr. I
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further instructions. Very respect Ir
fully , MISS DABH. "
Of course it was easy to apologize to sa
saw
woman with so much humor as that , w
but the young man had to listen for a iy
long time to the question , "How's c.i
business ? " , ci
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Names of French -Ships. DI ,
French ships are usually named
after French provinces or towns , vic
tories , ideas or sentiments , but no
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French names , excepting those of
:
great men in their history , are made
use of. German ships bear the names
German rivers , ports , poets , states ,
and characters in Gerraan literature ,
Spanish shlp.s are almost invariably
named after their cities or great com
manders , ox
COST OF THE POT WAS HIGH.
Gambler Won It , but Carries a Scar a8
I a Remembrance.
"This scar which you see on the
back of my right hand has a history ,
juii whenever I look at it I drift back
ings t.lly to the earlier days of my *
life said the old gambler , "and can
not nuppress a feeling that somel/ *
men are often forced into channels
whic'n are not exactly what they would
like. While not altogether smothered
with regrets I feel that this is true
in my own case. When I recall the
series of bright things that have hap
pened , the moments and hours and
days spent with congenial spirits , the ]
spicy bits of narrative which have
marked the progress of many evenings
but why mention all these things
now ?
"I am drifting on to the closing hours
and I guess after all the old man's
chief delight Is in memories of things
and happenings of the earlier times.
Coming back to the scar on my handt
I paid rather dearly for it. It Is a
pity that I cannot weave around this
experience a bit of romance which ,
would heighten the color of the yarn' '
and give brilliance to the lines. Buf
this is simply a gambler's story and ,
while not exactly prosaic , it does not
take on any of that prettier coloring
such as one finds , for instance , in Conan -
nan Doyle's story about how the major
lost one of his ears. He gave up his
ear to save a woman. I got the scar
reaching for an ordinary stake in a
game of cards , and no large stake at
that
"It was many years ago. That fe
verish impulse to gamble was just get
ting t into my blood. One night I fel
into i a game with a crowd of men , all'
of them but one strangers to me. The
game had not progressed far before I ;
became aware of the fact that I was1
playing against two card sharks. Luck
was \ my way on the last round and' '
my hand called for the stake. But one'
io ii the sharpers was bent on getting
my last penny , and he threw down a >
better hand than mine and one which
I knew he had faked. A quarrel began - ,
gan and I reached out for the stake,1
covering the money with my right
hand. : As I did so one of-the shapers
whipped out a long-bladed knife and
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stabbed at iny hand. The blade pass
ed through my hand and into the table.
Hand , money and all were pinned to
the table , and until my friends came
to my rescue I was in a helpless con
dition. My friend pulled the knife ou1
and released me. I got the stake and
the scar which you see on the back of
my hand is only a part of the price , "
and a small part at that , which I made
for it. The excitement and novelty of
the experience intensified the gambling
impulse which had fevered the blo .4
and : tissue of my nature , and since thjtt
time I have been a helpless and hope
less < gambler , enjoying the usual for d
tunes of the man who spends his life
in this strangely fascinating world. "
New Orleans Times-Democrat
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DAVY CROCKETT'S EXERCISE.
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How the I nek-woodsman Kept from d
Freezing to Death. f
From the "Life and Adventures of a
Davy Crockett , " as related by himself , a
one gathers the impression that ttie ii
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sturdy old backwoodsman of Tennes P
see was prouder of the number of o
bears he had killed than of the num S
ber of votes which he afterward re- In
Inb
2eived ( for Congress. On one occasion , b
iluring a winter in which he secured tl ;
tlS
LOS bears , he devised a novel way to S
save : himself from freezing.
I managed , he says , to get my bear
nit of this crack ( an earthquake seam ) ,
ifter several hard trials , and then I
lay .down and tried to sleep. But I
suffered very much from cold , as my
leather breeches and everything else tlbi :
had on were wet and frozen. My bi
Eire was bad , and I couldn't find any fr
thing that would burn well. I came to fc
the conclusion that I should freeze ii tlof :
did not warm myself in some way of
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by exercise.
I got up and shouted a while , and cl
then I began jumping up and down in
with all my might , and threw myself ted
into all sorts of positions. d
But all this wouldn't do , for my IK
blood was now getting cold and tha tl
,
hills coining all over me. I was so Plit
tired , too , that I could hardly walk } lit
jut I thought I would do the best \
ould to save my life , and then if I at
,
lied , nobody would be to blame. us
I went to a tree about two feet OA >
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hrough , with not a limb on it for W
hirty feet , and I climbed up to tha ill
imbs. Then I locked my arms to '
gether around it and slid , down to the tc :
Dottom. This made the insides of my
egs and arms feel mighty warm and w
jood. I continued this till daylight } Tl
ind how often I climbed up my treO di
diN
md slid down again I don't know , buV N
reckon at least a hundred times. of
Tickled Sheriean's Fancy.
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Gen. "Phil" Sheridan was at one > f
inr.e asked at what little incident did to
laugh the most
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"Well , " he said , "I do not know , but
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always laugb when I think of the
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rSshman and tLe army mule. I was dct
iding down the line ono day , when I
ro
aw an Irishman mounted on a mule
he
vhich was kicking its legs rather free- heM
. The mule finally got its hoot M
laught in the stirrup , when , in the ex- .
ilteinent , the Irisuaian remarked : hf
Well , begorrah. if you're goin' to get h
, I'll get off ! ' " *
Carefully Tra ned. ' t
"Mr. Whitney is a thorough believe : > > ci
the theory that the training of horses i
an't be carried too far. " ;
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"Indeed ? " o
"Yes. Whenever one of the horses is 'Cr
Ick he is always attended by a trained r
lurse. " Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Better not encourage gossip ; some-
me Is busy with ail of ns.
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| GOOD |
IShoftQtofieSf
A New York after-dinner speaker
recently spoke of Daniel , of Biblical
fame , as one of the few men who was
lionized and kept his head.
Mark Twain announces that he is
giving his skull to Cornell University ,
where it can be studied for the enlight
enment of future generations. "I am
getting pretty old , " said Mr. Clemens ,
recently , "and shall probably not need
the skull after next Christmas , I dun-
no. But if I should , I will pay rent. "
When Bernard Shaw's play , "Arms
and the Man , " was produced in Lon
don for the first time , it was well re
ceived , and at the fall of the curtain
there were clamorous calls for the au
thor , to wliich Mr. Shaw was at
length induced to respond. The au
dience were still cheering ; but there
was one disentient in the gallery , who
was "booing" with the full power of
a pair of very strong lungs. Mr. Shaw
looked up at the disturber and said ,
very seriously : "Yes , sir , I quite agree
with you ; but what can we two do
against a whole houseful ? "
In the middle of a third act of a
recent first night in Australia , a gentleman -
tleman arose in the front row of the
gallery and remarked : "This is a bad
play , and the acting is even worse than
the play. " The leading actor came to
the footlights and retorted : "You've
no right to interrupt If you don't like
it , go outside.'Excuse me , " rejoined
the malcontent , "I have the right to
criticise what I have paid for. If I
buy a pound of butter and find it is
bad , I say so. I have bought a shill
ing's worth of this show , and it is an
imposition. I want my money back. "
At this point a stalwart attendant in
terposed , and smashing of furniture
ensued. Eventually the champion of
playgoers' rights emerged triumphant
from the fray. Holding a shilling on
high , he exclaimed : "It's all right ;
I've got my money back. The play
can now proceed ! "
Not long ago a popular young actress
of Paris received the visit of an able
burglar in evening dress , who suddenly
appeared in he- rooms on the Boule
vard de Port Royal without knocking
at her door or being announced by her
servant The actress was preparing to
retire for the night when she heard
strange noises in her drawing-room.
Going in there she found herself face
to face with a tall , dark man in even
ing-dress and soft slippers , who ap
peared to be about forty years old.
As the actress entered , the stranger t
dropped on one knee and made a
declaration of love. He said that he
had watched her on the stage with ad
miration , that he had tried to see her
it the theater , and , having failed to
do so , he resolved to enter her resi
dence , even at the risk of being taken
for < a burglar. The actress was much
finnoyed , but , believing the man's story ,
allowed him to go away without rais
ing any alarm. The stranger disap "
peared quickly when the door was o
opened ] for him , and the actress sub e
sequently ( found that before she had A\
ieard his footsteps in her salon he had
broken open her Louis Quize table II
here and abstracted all her money and
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some jewels. laE laS
SENATOR VEST'S DOG STORY.
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Speech of tlie Missouriaii Recalls a
Tale to Government Official. tl :
"The speech made by Senator Vest at
he trial of a dog case some years ago
jrings to my mind a case in which the
faithfulness , loyalty and love of a dog
'or his master was strongly and pa-
hetically portrayed , " said a treasury
"
flicial at a dinner one night last week.
A man whom I had known from
hildhood and who occupied first place IE
my friendship , was taken ill and af- IEW
er months of long suffering died. His IEW
leath < was a blow from which I shall W
lever entirely recover , and it is just toM :
.his above all others M
! one thing that
oor < uiu Dick , my friend's dog , and I fc :
leld in common.
"
"During my friend's illness I called
his home on my way to office , and c
soon as the working hours were 01Si
I at his bedside . Si
ver was again. Al- Sim
vays I found Dick there , looking up in m
lis master's face with his big , sad
'yes. I patted the faithful fellow and ir
old him it was all right , that his maser -
er was going to get well. He would
vag his tail and lick my hand in reply , al
rhere he stayed and nothing could in- ci :
luce him to remain away very long , m
s'ight and day he lay there at the foot reef
the bed keeping a faithful watch.
"Finally the end came. I am a strong of
nan , but I went to pieces. The sight le
that poor dumb brute would have fu
oru a heart of iron. During the prep- fuW
iratious for putting the body in the ar
ofliu they were forced to carry the
log out of the house and tie him. But
was not for long. Dick broke his
ope and quietly sneaked into the in
louse and again took up his watch ,
nit this time under the coffin , and ge ;
here : he stayed , snapping at all who Ik
.pproachpd his master's body. When kr :
pallbearers were about to remove
? casket it was I who saved the un-
Lerlaker's life. It almost seemed that
last the strain had broken , and the yo
oor dog's growls , which were more
ke irroans , told his story. His attack m <
* " - *
) rn the pallbearers was violent , and
rene
or a moment I feared the animal had
one mad , but the poor fellow was
razed with grief. I approached him ,
iid .u the same manner as during his m <
luster's illness patted him and said it foi
rould ! > e 'all right' In this way I suc-
oerJed in getting him out of the house , er ,
but this scar on my hand bears evi
dence of the struggle I had in doing
so.
so."When I reached the street the first
thing my eye rested upon was the dog
Dick under the hearse , and there he
remained in a dull , sullen way , walk
ing along until the grave was reached.
"At the grave he was In a fighting
mood no longer. He seemed to under
stand in his mute way that it must
happen. After the burial I coaxed and
begged him to come back with me , butte
to no purpose , so I left him there ,
where he died a few days later. "
Washington Post
NO LAW ON RUGGED ISLAND.
The Forty-two Inhabitants Earn a
Livelihood Catchinu Lobsters.
There is an island down in Penobscot
Bay , a few miles from Penobscot , that
is in one respect one of the most pe
culiar islands on the surface of the
of the
globe , says a correspondent
Pittsburg Gazette. It is known on the
charts as Rugged island , but senti
mental summer residents have named
it Crie Haven , in honor of old John
Crie , a bearded Scotchman who settled
here among the rocks more than a cen
tury ago.
The island is under no form of gov
ernment , and , though it is part of the
State of Maine , the people pay no taxes
and have no officers of any kind.
There is not a rat or mouse in all of
its mile and a half of rocky length and
.
its half mile of ledgy width. There
are no bugs in the beds , no roaches in
the pantries , no cats or dogs behind
the stoves , and no mosquitoes in the
pools J of fresh water.
The island has no church in which
to worship and no minister to tell the
people whether they are doing right or
wrong. No lawyers ever resided here
and no sheriff or constable ever came
to issue summonses or to serve proc
esses. A kind old doctor who lives
.
in Rockland is the only physician who
makes professional visits to the place ,
and he is told when to come by carrier
pigeons. As soon as the doctor re
ceives a call he liberates a pigeon from
his loft , which bears a message telling
when he is coming.
The regular inhabitants of the island
now number forty-two , but in the sum
mer there are often as many as 100
persons living on the island. There are
'
eight cows and three horses there , but
not a mile of road for them to travel
in. The horses are used for hauling up
boats. Everybody walks by well-worn
footpaths , which are originally laid out
by cows while seeking feed among the
huge .bowlders.
The only occupation of the residents
is catching lobsters in pots covered by
nets. Every person tries to capture
enough every day to bring § 3 , which is
easily done , when lobsters are sold to
the : steamers for 15 cents a pound.
LEWIS AIRED HIS LEARNING.
But the Doctor Knew u Thing or Two
About Malted Milk.
While former Representative James
Hamilton Lewis of the State of Wash
ington , now of Chicago , was in public
life he displayed an unusual amount of
information upon many subjects. As
ex-Speaker Reed was known to say ,
"there was nothing scientific , political
or literary that Lewis did not know
enough ; to be absolutely right or al
ways wrong. "
One day in the cloakroom , where a
little lunch was served , Lewis and the
late deceased member Dr. Stokes of
South Carolina happened to be present.
Dr. Stokes and the others were taking
malted : milk ; Lewis was invited to par
ticipate. Then he began to dilate upon
he digestive qualities of malted milk ,
the elements of acids , lime and proportion
tion of salts in the compound and the
effect chemically it had upon the gas
tric juices.
To all of Lewis' homily Dr. Stokes
returned not a word except to 'inject
"Of course , " "Indeed , " "I dare say. "
Che others stood about with manifest
nterest All at once Lewis spied a
nedal dangling upon the watch chain
ivorn by the doctor. He touched it
ivith his fingers and remarked : "Doc-
or , that's a very beautiful medal.
Vlight I ask you was that given you
or deportment ( laughing ) ? "
"No , colonel , " explained the doctor ,
"I won this medal in a post-graduate
2ourse at a New York medical college
Jut of a class of 1GG , for the best es
say upon the digestive qualities of
nalted milk. "
And lo ! there it was , says the Wash-
ngton Post
A AVise Distinction.
Chinese doctors are very particulai
ibout the distinction between physi-
ians ; and surgeons. A Chinese gentle-
aan was struck by an arrow , which
emained fast in his body. A sur
geon was sent for and , it is said , broke
ff the protruding bit of the arrow ,
eaving ; the point imbedded. He re
used to extract it
, because the case
vas ; clearly one for a physician , the
.rrow being inside the body.
A Serious Outlook.
"I see there is talk of increasing the
oheritance tax. "
"Yes , " sa4d the rich man's son ; "it's
etting so a fellow would almost as
ief have his father live , don't you
now. " Brooklyn Eagle.
lake Father , Uike Son.
Mrs. Flicker Johnny , Margaret says
ou swear like a pirate.
John Flicker I
suppose she must
lean dad. Rather tough on him-jto
ill him a pirate , ain't it , ma ? " Boston
transcript
The Copper and the Hammer.
"They kare put the champion ham-
ier thrower on the New York police
Dree. '
"I hope he Igm't tie champion' knock-
too. " Cleveland Plain Dealer.