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A ROMANCE FROM AFRICA.
The Story of a Treanure Infenlon 4
Mar He True.
Englishmen are pedatory creatures,
and the London papers do not hesitate
to express annoyance because the expe
ditionary force recently sent against
King Prempeh found at Coomassle
only a meager number of gold orna-'
, ments, and hollow ones at that, says
the New York Times. The value of the
loot taken from the royal "palace" was
only about 2,000 and made a poor
showing when exhibited In London, as
compared with the results of pre ous
raids. Now a correspondent writing
from Accra tells a story which if truo
a very large "if" will make the
British officers wish they had not left
the Ashanti capital quite so soon. He
says: "Some years ago a slave girl of
surpassing beauty of the Ashanti type
bein entendu had the misfortune to
attract the fickle fancy of a chief,
whose head wife tolerated no rivalry.
To reproach a husband is generally
useless; in Coomassle it is dangerous.
The lady, wise In her generation, fore
bore to risk her head, but sent for the
executioner and caused the ears and
lips of the too fascinating maiden to be
removed, rendering her such an object
as can only be seen in savage king
doms. History does not say if the ex
pedient answered the purpose of re
storing the chief's wandering affections
to their rightful owner, but the slave
girl developed, not unnaturally, into
a woman with an undying thirst
for revenge. Lately she sought an
audience with the governor, and
she informed him that the real
treasure of the Ashantis lies buried
some fifty feet below the soil, in a dis
used shaft of a mine near Coomassle,
and readily undertpok to point out the
spot Digging is being Igorously car
ried on, already more than a fourth of
the depth has been cleared, and should
the treasure amount to anything like
the rumored value, the cost of the ex
pedition will be fully defrayed, making
the Ashanti war a record one. as not
only bloodless, but free of cost."
life Hi-other' Kevene;e.
We are all more or less familiar with
that exasperating clas3 of individuals
who seem to feel that the simple com
mon sense of the world Is centered in
themselves and that the rest of ua are
in need of guidance and direction in
the simplest duties of life.
Mr. B was a joung man of this
class. He was always painfully pro
fuse in details regarding anything he
wished done. He had a parrot, of
which he was excessively fond, and
when he was about to go abroad for a
few months, leaving his bird behind,
he bored and exasperated his family
and friends with senseless details re
garding the care of the parrot and his
last words, screeched from the deck of
the steamer that bore him away, were:
"Hi, Jim!"
"What?" shouted the brother on the
pier.
"Look out for my parrot! came
faintly over the water.
As if this was not enough he had no
sooner reached Liverpool than he sent
the following cablegram to his brother,
who had assumed the charge of the par
rot: "Be sure and feed my parrot.
On receipt of this the infuriated
brother cabled back at his brother's ex
pense: "I have fed her but she is hungry
again What shall I do next?" Har
per's Magazine.
cuai way here," he said. "It's oniy a
little shake, perhaps the hundredth
part of an inch, but It's perpetual. Some
day I fear the building will shake to
piece all at once. Just like the 'wonder
ful one-hoss shay. The cause? Oh, it'a
that electric light plant opposite. En
gines and dynamos running all the
time. Enough steam power Is exerted
to blow the block to Jerlchot enough
electricity generated to light a square
mile brilliantly every night. All the
houses around here shake. I remem
ber when thl3 block was a most ex
clusive residential neighborhood. Now
at least half of It the half that shakes
most Is given over to small shops and
cheap theatrical boarding houses.
There's one pleasanter aspect, how
ever, to this vibration." Then the
clubman performed a pleasing experi
ment. He requested the caterer to
bring him a glass of milk, some rum.
Ice and sugar. These he blended, after
which he placed the glass upon the
window sill. "In three minutes," said
the clubman, "it will be a perfect milk
shake." It was no exaggeration. The
vibration, though annoying, at least
supplied one want.
TALENT NOT APPRECIATED.
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Men of Dittlnctlon Frequently Laacaaa
at bj Their Contemporaries.
In the re.ent memoirs of Dean Buck
land an amusing picture is given of
the antipathy felt fifty years ago by
the old classical scholars at Oxford to
the new scientific learning. They
'described it as "mischievous and ab
surd." When Buckland once went to
Rome for a long vacation one of the
elder dons is said to have exclaimed:
"Well, Buckland has gone to Italy.
Thank heaven, we shall hear no more
of his silly geology."
Learned men do not always appre
ciate the achievements of their fellows.
It is said that a friend brought Mil
ton's "Paradise Lost" to a great Scotch
mathematician, who remarked when
he had finished it:
"It's verra pretty, but, mon, what
does It prove?"
An American, who stated recently in
a London club that he was going to
Enfield in search of the grave of
Charles Lamb was astonished to hear
him contemptuously described by an
English statesman as "a flighty writer
of silly papers, in which there was no
mention of political questions of his
day."
Paganlni, while in England, was
mentioned by a great jurist In a letter
as "poor ilddler who had driven the
town mad with his squeaks and
Bcrapes," and he, no doubt, would have
described his critic as soulless and deaf
to the highest expression of emotion.
An anecdote is told of Henry Clay in
the zenith of his popularity and fame.
Meeting an old schoolmate at a recep
tion, he expressed regret that another
friend, a mutual acquaintance, whose
career promised to be brilliant, had
given up his life to the raising of pigs
and making a fortune. The friend
presently met the gentleman referred
to, who exclaimed, with a shake of the
head:
"Poor Henry Clay! He might have
made a good stock grower and be a
comfortable planter now if he had not
wasted his time In politics."
A CONSTANT QUAKE.
Section or Street That Kjperlence Ac
tual rerpetuil Motion.
A section of 2Gth street. New York,
daily enjoys sensations similar to those
caused by a constant succession of
earthquake shocks, says the New York
Journal. Everything in the vicinity
trembles as If suffering from a mild
attack of the ague. It is really per
petual motion. There is a clubhouse In
this section right in the center of the
trembling district. A recent visitor,
one who had not been there before, no
ticed that objects on the mantel or else
where always moved slightly and that
he himself felt a strange vibration. The
friend with whom he was dining
laughed at his uneasiness. It's always
Mio Wanted to Know. Howerer.
Amusing Journal- "Now, dear, I
have one favor to asA; of you."
"It is granted."
"Then please don't tell me that you
hae neer loved before, that you
never dreamed that you could love,
that I'm the only girl you have been
engaged to, that "
He (interrupting) "I won't"
She (anxiously) -"But you Lave
never been engaged before, have you,
dear?"
An Ancient AlaVaater Box.
A curious box war recently found
amid the ruins of Pompeii. The box
was marble or alaba.iier, about two
inches square and closely sealed. When
opened, It was found to be full of
pomatum, or grease, hard but very
fragrant. The smell resembled some
what that of roses, but was much
more fragrant.
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