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A, History of Travel-and" P0culfaf Experiences. By Grace Corder.
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I am calledthe "Pride of Havana,"
and though? you might nofhlnk'-so,
the name really suits me, for I am
much superior to most of my relatives
In Havana. The name was given to
me, with nlno. of my little brothers,
when we wero packed In a small box
and consigned to the United States
shipment.
Not long after this, while I was still
young and fresh, we wero out on the
open sea, bound for New York. Life
on shipboard Is horrid. It was so dark
where we were, and my brothers and
I were packed so closely together that
we had scarcely enough room to
breathe. We could not see anything
that was going on, and had to lie still
and listen to the wafer splashing Rul
lenly against the steamer's Bides. After
a voyage almost endless It seemed to
me, we reached New York and were
carried to tho custom Iiouho. After the
business iiere was disposed of wo wero
sold to a merchant and finally exposed
in a beautiful glass case in the shop
of a dealer. Here wo could see every
thing that vaa going on about us. It
was interesting to watch the different
people. Here was a guerrulotia old man
who would smoke nothing but a Meer
schaum and- Arcadia Mixture; a curi
osity flond, who came quite often hunj
lng specimens of old pipes; little boya
who bought cigars very shyly and hid
them under their Jackets. Then there
were beautiful ladles who bought all
conceivable kinds of pipes for their
hutrbands birthday or Christ-mas pres
ents, likely pipes with long handles
anti-fancy Inlaid bowls, of uo possible
use to husbands, but, asmy lady said.
"They looked to pretty oyer ifio man
tel." We remained here in the pretty shop
for a long time, I do not know how
long, but until many of the. faces had
become Very familiar to me. Oilc of
them I likctf particularly well. The
owner of this face was Mr. Hurst. He,
wa$ a large, well-built mnn.with strong
features. Across his forehead was a
large scar. Mr. Hurst was a regular
customer, -He smoked only cigarettes
and always bqught the Pride of Ha
vana. Perhaps that was Why I liked
him so well. .At any ratvUpoked al"
ways for hia coming. On&dfcy he came
in as usual, and, throwing a: quarter on
the counter, said: "A box of Ha
nnas." The dealer turned to the long rows
of shelves back ot the show cases and
after searching in vain among the dif
ferent boxes, said:
"I'm sorry, but wo eeem to bo out of
them. Here's tho Sweet Caporal or
Yellow Kids. Won't they do?"
"No," answered Mr. Hurst. "Some
way they don't taste like the others."
Ho lurncd to go, and hlB-glance, rest
ed on lis in the show case, and ho said,
"What's the matter with these? Can't
1 have them?"
My heart beat violently and I trem
bled with emotion as the dealer lifted
mo with my brothers fromi tho case,
wrapped us up carefully and placed us
In the care of Mr. Hurst
As-soon as we. were on thoutreet he
drew us from his pocket, took off tho
wrappings, opened the box and lifted
olit ono of my brothers. Throughout
the day they kept leaving .me. onouy
one. until in tho evening 'when Mr.
Hurst returned from business I alone
was lejt.
I learned much of Mr. Hurst during
this day. Ho was a lawyer, and besides
his regular business ho looked afUr tho
pcoperty Interests of several wealthy
owners who had retired from the world
of business. '
fn tho evonlng after dinner, Mr.
Hurst returned to his down town of
fice, I with him, tucked away in his
vest .pocket, Just below his heart. I
lay there quietly, feeling distinctly Its'
regular lieat, and wondering' fdly how
long' before tho spark Of my life, would.
go out, I'
WJien weTSaehied thef office theroaj
a bright fir&Jn". the dpp.n'gfa.tojjatr Mr.
Htyrteeatedifilmself lnan 4rjn-cbalr
before:" It'. rJKereK was vnobthor . light
but&tho bfczo ' tivfev " strain jj BnaddrB.
everywhere. Mr. Hurst had, taken ipe
ironivnin,u!&!:.v. WJ- ttHKS-y y
lits -nana gazing aooui mc-inis was
all6 riQw'tb.ine, ,1 lopl'BitlitjiMr
and it changed in my fancy to the
blazing bonfire on the plantation and
the changing, darting shadows took on
now forms, and again I looked, from
the fields of tobacco to the fires with
the negroes dancing and singing around
them.
A movement from my master roenlled
me from my dreams- He had shifted
his position., and now sat, with one
hand shading his. brow, moodily gazing
at the fire.
Finally he' muttered, "Ruth, what a
pretty name it Is. Just suits her. Ahd
I, whnt an Idiot I am. Well, I dont
care. I'll forget her very existence J'f I
can."
I pricked up my oars at this speech.
"So," I thought, "master Is In trouble."
I turned he matter over in my mind,
and re-turned It. and turned it again,
but could think of nothing, until my
thoughts were cut short. Master bad
drawn a match from his pocket and
then placed me, glowing with life and
solace, to his HpB. I had thought my
end was near, but in his abstraction
master forgot me.
In response to a knock at the door,
master called "Come In." without turn
ing bis head, but he looked up as the
rustle ot skirts declared the visitor to
be a woman.
"Why. Miss Gibson," master ex
claimed, "is it really you?"
"That's all. I guess," she answered,
laughing. "1 just ran over. Mr. Hurst,
to see If papa's reports were made out.
He wasn't feeling well, io 1 came."
"Sit down, Miss Gibson, and I will
get them for you." said master, draw
ing the arm-chair closer to the fire.
He had placed me on the hearth when
Miss Gibson enterid and I lay there un
til he went into the next room, when
Miss Gibson lifted me up and con
cealed me .arefully in the folds of her
dress. I lay there thinking as fast as
possible. Why should Miss Gibson
Aal.ie such a thing as I. and conceal
me eo tenderly and- be o afraid master
would see nu? There were plenty more
of the Pride of Havana to be found.
I tried to think out the puzzle, but I
ould not understand it.
Miss Gibson stayed a long time talk
ing to master, until. In fact, the clock
md struck eleven, and the fire had to be
replenished. Master busied himself at
the hearth some time, and when he
had finished his work at the fire he
thought of me. He looked round the
noarth. but didn't see me; then he
said to Miss Gibson. "Have you seen a
cigarette on the hearth? Pardon me,
bul yod know what a confirmed smoker
1 am. and It was my last one."
ul haven't seen any," she stammered,
blushing.
"What a lie," I thought. "Mies Gib
son must -be- a very strange lady to
toll a great lie for a cigarette like rac,
I'll show master that he is deceived in
her."
Slowly I rolled out jiL the folds of I
tiiss uiueon s nouice. and dropped tn
the floor at master's feet. -
"Ruth," he cried, a great light com
ing Into his face.
JJow very strange It was. Tie didn't
scorn to think she bad done anything
wicKed at all, for next moment I could
qot tell which was master and which
Which Miss Gibson. But they are one
now, so It doesn't mattor. And I well.
1 am laid carofully away In a little box
lined with satin and sconted with rose'
leaves, placed in mistress' bureau
drawer.
9
A FABLE.
Once there was an spiring Young
Author who wrote a Story. Ho worked
long and diligently at It, and decorated
It with a Maximum Consummation and
a Subjective Climax. Tlion ono day
ho unfolded tho College Paper, and
having found hie Story, settled him
self In a sequestered nook to read it.
At first things went qulto smoothly.
There were only six Mis-spelled Words
n the flret two paragraphs, aotl th$
Omission of Commas dld not seriously,
affect, the Impression which" he 'had
originally intended to convey,. You
see,r the Author jllft. JxpCSglttfto hlm
self unnecessarily ovor trifles, for this
was; apt th,c first Unie J10 nadT'rcsd a
For Stoves.
i Gregory, The Goal Man.
Office 1044 O St.,
HiniHiiniiiiitnriiiniiit Mini, in mm in nut
Story After Publication.
The Author continued IiIb reading
until he came to a placo whero tho
name of his hero was printed with a
small letter. "The man was brown,"
so read the sentence, and tho Author
began ,lo feel that he had a Personal
Giievanci. Hut the Author was a
courageous young man, whom nothing
could daunt, and ho resolved to go on
to the end.. Ho encountered many mis
prints on the way. but ho passed them
safely, and oven retained his composure
in the face of a Double Negative.
But as he approached his Beloved
Climax, his courage began to fall him.
He had a great deal of affection for
this Climax, because because It was
to dear, to him.
When the Author leached the Climax
ho saw at a glance that, something had
happened. His most Touching Sen
tence was printed upside down, and
a portion of the Minor Obstacle had
been Inserted, thus producing a most
incongruous effect. When the Author
saw this, his composure gave-way, and
he expressed himself freely and with
out reference to Webster.
When ho had expressed himself fully
and completely, ho finally concluded
that tho Inverted sentence was, after
all. a Tribute to his Geniuq. for he
reflected that the typesetter hdd prob
ably been so intensely interested aud
excited at this Juncture that he had
been unable to -control his fingers.
So the Author, being a courageous
young man who nothing could daunt,
and withal patient and long-suffering,
forgave tho type-setter, and continued
to wrlto stories ever after.
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