Bellefonte,
THE DAY THAT NEVER CAME.
I'm tired of waiting for “some day,”
Oh, when will it ever be here 2”
I’m sure Fhave waited and waited
A good deal more than a year.
Saturday, Sunday and Monday,
And all the rest of the week, ;
Keep coming, and coming, and coming ;
But at “scme day” I don’t get a peek.
I’ve looked all the almanac over,
And showed every page to my doll ;
And we're sure (how 1 hope we're mistaken!)
“Some day” is not in it at all.
The things I'm to have on “some day”
I couldn’t half telr in an age ;
A tricycle, pony, a parrot.
A birdie that sings in a cage.
A cute little smutty-nosed png dog,
The prettiest tortoise-shell cat ;
And papa says maybe the measles—
I’m sure I don’t care about that.
And mother is going to take me
To see lots of beautiful things ;
And big brother Jack and Kitty
Will give me two lovely guld rings.
And ‘‘some day” I'l! find out the reason
Of things I can’t now understand ;
And “some day” I'll have a big dolly.
That can walk and hold on my hand.
Oh I'm tired of waiting for “some day !”
It makes me just cross, I declare.
I’m afraid, when it really does get here,
I'll be a big girl and won’t care.
TX KAFFIR'S BEQUEST,
BY HARRY W. FRENCH.
We were encamped for the night on
the rugged hills above Dongola, look-
ing down upon the distant Nile.
Some time before, while I was in
South Africa, the largest diamond tak-
en from the mines for years was stolen
. right before the open eyeg of the offi-
cials. ; :
Who took it? Some one who was
in Africa at the time. Where did he
go with it? To Europe, Asia or Amer-
ica, perhaps, or he may have remained
in Africa. It was astonishing, but that
was the sum and substance of the in-
formation which the officials possessed.
The gem was of fabulous value, and
every possible effort was made to find
it. Agents were sent to every point
where it might be oftered for sale, and
large rewards were set upon its recov-
ery.
Chancing to be at the mines at the
time of the robbery, { imbibed, tempo-
rarily, alittle of the intense excitement.
It soon wore away, however, on a jour-
ney through the wilderness, where I
was out of the way of hearing anything
whatever concerning it ; and before we
encamped upon the rocks above Don-
gola, looking down upon the Nile, the
whole event was so far forgotten that it
would have required something decid-
ed to call it to mind at all.
So glorious wae the night that it
seemed a pity to sleep under a goat's
hair tent, but we were to start again
early in the morning, and after watch-
ing the sun sink into the distant des-
ert, aud the moon rise out of the near-
er Nile, I reluctantly drew the curtain
and closed my eyes.
Surely I had not been sleeping long.
The moon was still over the Nile; but I
woke with a start, wide awake in an
instant, positive that something serious
was in the wind, and thoroughly on
the alert to find out what.
My shelter was only a small desert
tent, and my bed—a mat upon the
ground—was directly in the centre as
a matter cf invariable precaution; for
many a robbery, and sometimes a mur-
der, is committed on the desertand the
Nile, by hands that are simply thrust
under the tent-cloth from the outside.
A narrow line of moonlight, coming
through a crack in the tent, gave me’
the position of the moon and light
enough to be positive that no one was
with me in the tent. Some one was
somewhere close at hand, however, and
intent upon mischief. I was sure of it
as though my eyes were resting upon
‘him at that moment.
Ilay intently listening, but all was
still, except for the invariable noises
-ofa night upon the Nile, and in proxim-
ity to a sleeping caravan. Here and
there a scavenger was barking. An
Arab was snoring not far away, and
now and then a camel sighed.
I tried to convince myself that some
dream had roused me, and against my
best judgment was forcing myselt
asleep again when a faint grating in
thesand outside the tent attracted my
attention.
In an instant my ears and eyes were
fixed upon the spot, and slowly, very
slowly, I saw the tent-cloth move. It
rose a little from the sand, and a dark-
er object appeared in the narrow space
below. [twas not light enough to dis-
tinguish more, but I knew very well
that a man was lying on the ground
outside, peering under the cover to dis-
cover my whereabonts,
“Ah, my dear fellow,” I said to my-
self, “you see I know your tricks, I'm
sorry to trouble you, but you'll have to
come inside before you get at me,” and
I breathed heayily and regularly to as-
sure him that I was asleep.
The tent-cloth fell again and I heard
the sand grating once more as he rose
to his feet. He was disappointed, poor
fellow, and if he was only one of the
host of cowardly sneak thieves of the
Nile he would doubtless give it up and
go away after disturbing my sleep all
for nothing. If he was more than that
and thoroughly 1n earnest for any cause
whatever, he would presently come
creeping under the cover at the door.
He proved to be very decidedly in
earnest, and less of a coward than I
supposed was to be fonad on the Nile,
In no more time than it took him to
walk to the entrance the curtain wes!
cautiously drawn back for an instant,
A stalwart figure stepped noiselessly ir.
to the tent and the curtain fell again.
\ One glimpse was all that I obtained,
but that one was full of suggestion. He
was no coward. He stood as erect as
it was possible in my tent door; but he
was a giant. He was forced to stoop
to enter, and his huge black outline
stood out, for an instant againet the
sky, There were broad and heavy
shoulders, a massive neck, and the arm |
which lifted the curtain was seamed
and bulging with the muscles of Her-
cules.
One instant the moonlight had dis-
closed this much. The nexthe was in
the tent with me, and ail was dark. In
that instant, however, two other inci-
dents caught my eye. In his hand he
held a gleaming South-African dirk,
and as the light crossed his cheek I no-
ticed a peculiarly savage curve to the
lower jaw, ending abruptly under an
ear where the large silver earring was
further in front than usual, owing to
the fact that a former ring had heen
torn away at some time, taking the
lobe of the ear with it.
It is always astonishing, when
brought to notice, what an amount of
thinking the mind can do in an emer-
gency. Before the fellow bad time to
take a single step from the curtain I
knew that he was a Kaffir; that he
had no more to do with the region of
the Nile than I; that he had come a
long way for a purpcse ; that the pur-
pose was to kill me—unless he was
making a mistake in identity—and that
we had met before. I could not think
how or where, but plainly as memory
ever reproduced anything, it reproduced
that savage jaw and lobeless ear some-
where in the bright sunshine. 1 also
realized that he was much more than a
match for me in strength ; that I had
no weapon which could be made to
serve before he reached me; that I was
on my back while he was on his feet ;
that my only chance was to do some-
thing unexpected that would take him
off his guard, and that he had but five
feet of space to cross before he reached
me.
I almost closed my eyes lest he
should beable to see that I was awake,
breathed deep and loud, inviting him
to be au ease and take his time, and
narrowly watched the dim shadow
stealthily moving toward nore. ©
He stood beside me, paused for a
moment, muttering a native prayer,
then slowly bent over me. That was
the last ceremony. I krew the end
was near, but fought myself in vain for
some suggestion of self-defense.
He sank upon one knee, and his
broad shoulders came between me and
the narrow line of moonlight. I heard
him breathe with that hard, gutteral
rasp which with the halt-civilized is al-
ways indicative of desperate earnest-
ness. I even felt his breath against
my face as he bent lower over it, pierc-
ing the shadows with eyes that glist
ened even in the darkness, to assure
himself that there was no mistake.
Life may be short enough at
some times, but a moment like that
seems like eternity. There was light
enough in the tent to see the shimmer
of the polished blade he held, and I
fixed my eyes upon it and watcbed it
as I never watched anything before or
since.
Slowly it went up, up, up, into the
darkness. It could not go very high,
for he was kneeling. It would fall like
lightning when it turned, and he was
planning carefully to accomplish his
work without rousing a soul in the
sleeping caravan,
The blade seemed to glow with a pale,
electric light as it rose over me. There
were faithful servants sleeping not fif-
teen feet away. Even at that moment,
I heard one of them mutteringin his
dreams ; but a ery for help would only
cause that blade to fall the quicker.
Inch by inch I saw the blue sheen
rising, and in imagination saw, too, the
sullen set of that savage jaw with its
lobeless ear, and the tightened muscles
on the arm that held the knife.
He was moving slowly, for he pro-
posed to be accurate and let that one
blow do it all; another instant and it
would be too late. I saw the blade
give a little shiver in the air as though
he were changing his grip. I knew
that every faculty he possessed was cen-
tred in that arm and upon my throat,
and quick as thought drew up my feet,
caught him in the abdomen and gave
one kick, for life or death, at the same
instant throwing my head away from
him.
With a savage yell the knife came
down. I found it afterward buried to
the hilt in my sleeping-mat, just below
my pillow. His aim was excellent,
only that I did not chance to be there
whea it fell. At that moment, howev-
er, I was much more interested in the
result of my life-saving experiment;
for before the yell had died away a
bright light flashed in my face. For
an instant it dazzled me. The next I
saw the blue-black sky, the flashin
stars and the clear, white moon, an
realized that with the strength of a last
extremity I.had thrown the huge Kaff-
ir off with such violence that he had
taken the tent and all with him,
I sprang to my feet to take advan-
tage of what I had gained. The tent
lay in a pile a few feet away. Several
sleepy Arabs were thrusting their heads
out of their blankets; a camel opened
his drowsy eyes and looked over his
shoulder, wondering what had occurred
to disturb his eleep, but the Kaffir wus
nowhere to be seen.
He could not possibly have gone far,
but there was not a sign of him any-
where.
It would not do to try to sleep again
while he was in the neighborhood, but
while [ revolved the curious situation
in my mind, wondering who he was,
where I had seen him, and what possi-
ble motive he could have for killing
me, I directed an Arab who had gained
his feet to help me straighten out my
tent.
We took up the loose ropes that were
Sra sgnd from the sand and began to
ull.
Pp Was it caught upon something? I
stooped to investigate and started back.
The unconscious body of the giant
Kaffir was still rolled in the tent-cloth.
He was too powerful a man to allow
us to run any risks, and before I inves
tigated to see how badly he was hurt
we bound him hand and foot.
He revived during the operation, but
with the dogged resignation to the in-
! exorable which is always so well de-
veloped in the barbarian, he realized
EER NEAR Cit
that he was trapped and offered no re-
sistance.
When he was well secured I sat
down on the ground beside him and
African language.
At sunrise, however, when I placed
a cup of coffee to his lips he looked up
sullenly, and in excellent Arabic asked:
“Is it poisoned ?”
I laughed, drank a little, and he
drank the rest.
“You had beiter kill me,” he mut-
tered. “It is all you will ever get from
me.”
“I'm not sure that I care to take the
trouble,” I replied, “till IT know why
you tried to kill me. You do not know
me, do you?”’
A savage fire gleamed in his eyes for
a moment, as he answered :
“You are Abd el Ardavan.
I know you.”
“You evidently know my name,” T
replied, “but what do you know that
should tempt you to kill me? Why
there are not Kaffirs enough in all
Africa to injure a hair on the head of
Abd el Ardavan. If you know me
you must have known that, too.”
Such a sentence does not bristle with
conceit when spoken in Arabic as it
does when put into English. It is an
Oriental custom to blow on’s own horn
in that fashion, and there was a look
of real honest admiration in the Afri
can’s eye as he replied :
“I heard it long ago, but I did not
believe. Now I know that it is true.”
I bad a mind to cut the ropes and
set him free for that compliment; but
curiosity prevailed and I said again :
“Listen to me. If you will simply
tell me why you wanted to kill me I
will set you free and give you another
chance.”
“I have had my chance and failed,”
he muttered. “I shall never have an-
other. Go on, and put an end to
Gungerak.”
“Gungerak! Gungerak!"
peated, looking at that jaw and lobe-
less ear. Then suddenly it all came
back to me ; the face I had seen and
all its surroundings. No wonder it
had puzzled me, for I had only seen it
once, and that for a moment. He was
chief of a savage tribe of Kaffirs work-
ing in the diamond mines when I visit-
ed them.
“Well, youare a good way from
home, Gungerak,” I added. “If you
mean to say that you came all this
distance to murder me I don’t wonder
you are disappointed. I have not so
much energy. It is more trouble than
it is worth to try to punish you, and
I am going to set you free. But be-
fore we part”—I was unbinding him—
“you might at least have the geaerosity
to tell me why you want to kill me.”
He did not move, even when his
limbs we free, but lay looking into my
face.
“When they suspected that Gunger-
ak stole the great diamond,” he said,
“and when they paid one-half its value
to Abdel Ardavan as the only man
who dared to follow him and bring
him back, should Gungerak not find
cause to use the dirk 2’
I laughed outright, and thowing
myself upon the grass, exclaimed:
“Gungerak, you are a fool! Somebody
has been cheating you. I neither
know nor care who stole the great dia-
mond. I do not know that anyone is
suspected. There is not wealth enough
in all Africa to hire me to follow a
thief a mile, unless he has stolen
something from me. So get up now,
and go about your business; but mind
you never disturb my sleep again, for
it makes me ugly and I am apt to
kick.”
“By the head of your dearest child,
is what you say the truth ?”’ the sav-
age chief asked, solemnly.
I was too curious to see what was
coming to jest with him, and in true
Oriental solemnity I took the Kaffir's
most sacred oath, and swore that what
I had told him was the truth.
“Then listen,” he said placing his
powerful hand upon his abdomen, a
little to the left. “The great diamond
is here. For months I have carried it
in my mouth.” The Kaffir's invaria-
ble safety deposit is a curious vault
which he forms almost at the root of
his tongue. “Last night I swallowed
it. I shall die, but the great diamond
is here. Take 1t when I am dead. It
is my just punishmet and your just re-
ward.”
Itried hard to save the man, but
there were noready means at hand,
Oh, yes,
that I think he would have accom-
plished it at all eyents. I became very
fond of him in the few days that he liv-
ed, and learned from him many an in-
teresting secret.
It was a difficult task to bring my-
self to recover the diamond after he
was dead, but I did it at last, and re-
turned it to the officials of the mine.
It was many years ago, and to-day I
fancy that some queen of wealth and
beauty, adorning some grand palace of
the Occident, when decked in her gor-
geous array, out shines her rivals and
dazzles her admirers with the lustre of
that brilliant gem ; the last bequest of
the dying Kaffir, on the hillside above
Dongola, looking down upon the dis-
tant Nile.— Frank Leslie's.
A Judicial Joke,
From the Indianapolis News.
Judge Fox, of the Appellate Court,
is a dry joker, and generally makes
himself the subject of his gibes,
“The Appellate Court is going to be
abolished,” he said solemnly to a news
paper friend the other day.
“Never beard of it,” exclaimed the
friend.
“Lt is a fact, though. I am going to
be elected, and that means the abolish.
ment of the court. I was appointed
criminal judge over at Richmond and
the Legislature abolished the office.
Then I was appointed Judge of the Su-
perior Court of Wayne county and that
office was done away with, The Ap
pellate Court comes next.”
and tried to talk, but he was sullen. In.
deed, I was not sure that he under!
stood what I said, for I spoke in Ara- |
bie, knowing very little of any South- |
I re.
and he was go sure that he should die
ESE
Curious Instruments of Torture.
In an old tower in Nuremburg there
is a room set apart especially for the
preservation of the curious instruments
of torture used during the uncertain
eriod historically referred to as the
NMiadle Ages. In that room you ean
| see thumbscrews of the most approved
| pattern closely arranged along shelves
| filled with “liar helmets”’ and ‘‘bridles”’
| for gossiping women. One horrid relic,
‘called the ‘spike wheel,” is a heavy
{ cylinder, on one side of which stand out
! two or more score of sharp iron spikes.
In days of old, when an offender had
been sentenced to undergo a “rolling”
he was stripped naked and firmly bound
on a plank, face down. In this position
the “spike wheel” was slowly dragged
up and down his back, the number of
times depending upon the gravity of the
crime and the wording of the sentence.
In several instances the poor victims
were prodded so full of holes that they
died before they could be removed from
the plank. When death was intended
the number of “rolls’’ was not specified,
but double length spikes, heated red
hot, were put in the surface of the cyl-
inder. This mode of carrying out capi-
tal punishment was hardly as expedi-
tious as the guillotine, but it was equal-
ly as certain.-—St. Louis Republic.
Humane Treatment of Stock.
With all the wonderful progress of
the Humane Society interested in
America, we are asked what our stock
breeders and farmers are doing to de-
velop the more humane treatment of
the farm stock. There are many things
that greatly improved, but as yet no or-
ganized effort of humane societies in the
country, says the Western Agricultur-
alist. Weare glad to see the check
rein coming down in the country, as it
has almost entire ia the cities; we are
glad to see horse blankets in general use
in cold weather when horses are hitch-
ed out in the cold, and the farmer; who
is almost as thoughtful as his city neigh-
bor to hitch his horse in the shade, and
to provide some shade in the pasture for
the comfort of the stock. Water is pro-
vided now for all classes of stock as
freely as feed ; warm, comfortable shel-
ter is rapidly increasing, and in many
ways the general humane interest is pro-
gres-ing, and while it pays to be hu-
.mane there is no more ennobling - char-
acteristic in any farmer than the kind
humane treatment of all his stock, and
we all admire and respect the humane
man whether in city or country.
——
One of Joe Jefferson’s Hits.
At the close of the first season a num-
ber of the citizens proposed a benefit to
the proprietors. The postmaster of the
day, Mr Able, H. O. Stone, Mark Skin-
ner and Julius Wadsworth were among
the active promoters. A fine bill was
prepared—the play was ‘The Lady of
Lyons” —and there was an afterpiece,
“The Two Friends.” The second Jos-
eph Jefferson and Mrs. Jefferson were
in the cast. It was on this occasion
that the Joseph Jefferson whom we
know so well made his initial appear-
ence in Chicago. He was, as before not-
ed, 9 years of age, and, partly because
of his singing voice, he created a sensa-
tion in the comic song of ‘Lord Lovel
and Lady Nancy.” In a letter written
a few years since by Mr. Jefferson, in
which this old song is alluded to he
says; “The new theatre was quite the
pride of the city and the idol of the
manager ; for it had one tier of boxes
and a gallery at the back. I don’t think
the seats of the dress circle were stuffed,
but they were planed.’--Chicago
Herald.
BE —
The Latest Dodge.
From the Chicago Tribune.
A man who has just finished a com-
fortable meal at a State street restau-
rant last evening suddenly rose from
his chair, grabbed his hat and an um-
brella that stood against the wall and
rushed out of the building.
“Stop him!" exclaimed the cashier.
“That fellow went away without pay-
ing!"
“Tl stop him I" said a determined-
looking man who rose up hastily from
a table near where the other had sat.
“He took my gold handled umbrella!
I'll stop him and I'll bring him back
in chargeof an officer | The scoundrel !”!
Without a moment's pause he
dashed out of the house in hot pursuit
of the conscienceless villain.
And the cashier, a’cold hard, unsym-
pathetic kind of man, has begun to
suspect that neither of them will ever
come back.
Patti Sang for the Parrot.
In her castle at Craig-y-Nos Mme.
Patti has a $6,000 parrot which she
cherishes and pets as if it were a child.
One day there went to interview Patti a
young man who had traveled long and
far to view the beautiful Craig-y-Nos
palace. “Mme. Patti will be here in
a moment,” said the door attendant.
Just then there was a rustle of skirts
and Mme. Patti swept into a room ad-
joining. In a minute the most beauti-
ful, birdlike notes rose upon the air, un-
mistakably from Patti's throat.
“She is singing to me,’’ said the de-
lighted listner to himself, ‘and she is
too modest to come in and sing directly
before me. She wants me to hear her as
she sings at home. Oh, what joy to
have this privilege |”
At this moment the heavy draperies
were pulled aside and the attendant
said :
“You may wait upon Mme. Patti
now. She has been giving a short
lesson to her parrot. She teaches him
every day. This way, sir, if you please.”
--Qhicago Post.
Sheriff by One Vote.
Remarkably Close Contest Where 27.202 Ballots
Were Cast.
Norkristowy. Pa., Nov. 12. —The
official count of Montgomery County
was finished to-day and changed the re-
sults as published about the County
Treasurer. Mr. Effig, democrat, was
elected by a plurality of seven over his
Republican competitor, Mr. Godshall,
both of Lansdale. Simpson, Republican,
was clected Sheriff by a plurality of one
vote. Cleveland’s plurality was 20. To-
gether Cleveland and Harrison got 27,
202 votes.
‘
Chicago and the World’s Fair,
From the Philadelphia L dger. :
It is quite improtable, and it should
be deemed impossible, that there was a
single citizen of this great republic who
was permitted to participate, either ac-
tively or passively, in the dedication of
the Columbian Fair at Chicago last
week who was not only impressed by
the exhibition there of ali those things
which tend to make a nation truly great
as intelligence, energy, enterprise, capi-
tal and labor employed in the develop-
ment of agriculture, industry and com-
merce, but by the extraordinary achieve-
ments of Chicago itself, as they were
shown in the imposing preparations
made by its citizens for the adequate
and fit display of the products of the
arts and sciences of the world.
If, when congress decided that Chi- |
cago, not New York, afforded the most
appropriate site for the Columbian Fair
any one who doubted the decision, his
doubts must have been removed as he
beheld last week the stupendous work
that Chicago has accomplisted under
conditions unfavorable and despite of
difficulties of more than ordinary grav-
ity. :
It was not longer ago than June of
last year that the first ploughshare was
struck into the sandy, marshy waste
lands lying, a dreary wilderness, on the
borders of the beautiful lake, stretching
inland in monotonous flatness beyond
the sky line. To redeem this wilder-
ness, to make it bloom, in parts, literary
like the rose, to make this and that
part of it solid stable ground ; to make
its marshes an apparently natural aqua-
rium ; to makeits stagnant ponds and
pools picturesque canals and lagoons,
which flow under arches and bridges in
prolonged graceful lines and serpentine
courses, between banks and by islands,
upon which grow, in more than natural
luxuriance and beauty, ferns, grasses,
shrubs and flowers native to the soil,
and in consequent harmony with their
surroundings, was a stupendous task to
accomplish which would seem to re-
quire years of thought and effort. But
it has all been done within a few months
and sweeping down to the stream,
which curves through a large part of
the 500 acres within the inclosure, are
noble lawns and stately terraces which
form parts of the frame in which the
magnificent buildings of the fair are
set. :
That Chicago would build hugely
was never doubted. It has been the
boast of that city that whatever it does
it does upon a large scale. It built the
tallest and widest and deepest structures
and, though they are unsightly, they
were big. Everything in Chicago was
big, and bigness was the justification
for all shapes ot ugliness. But in plan-
ning and constructing the fair buildings
art, as grand in its proportions, as noble
in its simplicity, as lovely in its classic
form and decoration as almost anything
the old World can show to-day, has
gone hand in hand with bigness. The
exposition buildings proper were ,de-
signed and have been chiefly construct-
ed upon a comprehensive, and harmon-
ious plan. Each has its own fine in-
dividual character, but together they
form a group of which each is a fitting
part. In color they are as artistically,
classically beautifully as in form and
decoration. They have the appearance
of marble which already time and
weather have softened with exquisite
tints of brown and yellows grateful and
pleasing to the eye.
At no time, from no point of view,
does the vastness of the buildings im-
press the beholder so much as their rare
beauty and loveliness. Architecture
has nowhere in modern times, shown in
a great aggregation of spacions edifice a
group more artistic, more sentient with
the spirit and substance of graceful de-
sign and exquisite decoration. The
grandeur of this group of temples dedi-
cated to the arts and sciences, the calm,
rare beauty of it, the nobility and har-
mony of it, all which are enhanced by
statues, fountains, columns, bridges,
has no equal anywhere, although it is to
serve but a temporary purpose, and al-
though all this grandeur and beauty and
loveliness has been wrought by the ar-
chitect and craftsman largely out of the
most perishable plastic materials.
The only architectural effects which
offend the eye within the wide sweep
of the fair grounds are the State build-
ings, which are not in harmony with
the general plan, except that of New
York, which, in color and partly in
form, is. Even that of Pennsylvania,
which would be inoffensive enough if
set down among fit surroundings, is all
out of keeping with the comprehensive
design of the fair, and that of Illinois is
so vile in its bigness, pretentiousness,
crudeness of form and color, and its vul-
gar obstrusiveness, as to render it abso-
lutely necessary that with respect for
good taste it should be torn down and
carted away before the exhibition opens.
Chicago has more than fulfilled the
promise it made to the country with re.
gard to the tair. That city has spent
$10,000,000 in providing a home for it,
and it has spent them not only with
characteristic liberality, but with such
good taste, with such respect, reverence,
even, for art, as to command universal
admiration and commendation. The
promise Chicago made was to erect the
buildings by the first of May, 1893.
They are already erected and they sur-
pass in their grandeur and beauty all
possible expectation. The city having
done so much, the country should not
do less proportionately. First of all it
should cordially and . gratefully recog-
nize the magnitude and the value of the
great work Chicago has done, and it
should then resolve, the preparations
for the fair being so adequate, the com-
pletion of it should be equally so; that
it should be in deed and fact a complete
exposition of all the products and pro-
ductions of the world’s arts and sciences,
and especially of those of this hemi-
sphere.
Modern Realism,
Mr. Podds.—Is that a realistic nov-
el you are reading ?
Mrs. Bobbe.—Indeed it is. It con-
tains a perfect description of bacillus of
yellow fever, and tells how to make ap-
ple dumplings.
BR —_——
Popularly called the king of
medicines—Hood’s Sarsaparilla. It
conquers scrofula, salt rheum and all
other blood diseases.
He Saved Two Crews.
Martin Kanutzen, Lighthouse Keeper Deserves
a Medal. A Rescued Captain's Erperience
Both Vessels Were Stranded.
Cuicaco, November 8 —If Martin
Kanutzen, keeper of the light-house on.
Pilot Island, at Death’s Door, the en-
trance to Green Bay, does not get a gold
medal it will not be because he does not
deserve one, for he saved two entire
crews of vessels which stranded on Pilot
Island during the recent gales. The
first was the schooner J. BE. Gilmore
and the second the schooner A. P.
Nichols. When Captain D. D. Clow,
together with the crew of the Nichols,
reached here he wld the following
story :
“We were bound from Chicago to
Escanaba, light, and were driven on
Pilot Island. We bad both anchors
out, but they failed to hold us and the
schooner went on the rocks. As soon
as she struck the seas went cver her
from stem to stern, and it seemed as if ,
none of us could escape. The boat was.
lying on a reef of rock, with deep and
shoal spots all around. Kanutzen came
i down from the light-house, and al-
though it was 8 o’clock at night and
intensely dark be picked his way through:
the surf along the rocks, which came
nearly to the surface, and got quite
near to us. He made himself heard
above the storm and told me to jump
overboard, I did so and went in over
my head.
“As T came up he reached out for me
from tke shelf of rock were he stood,
and pulled me up near him. Then
other men.bers of the crew jumped in
one by one, Kanutzen seizing each one
as they came to the surface, and pulling
them safely to the spot were he stood.
My aged father and the female cook
jumped overboard in the same way. He
carried these two ashore picking his
way along the ledge, which was crooked
and uncertain. The rest of us followed
him and all got ashore in safety. A
single misstep would have carried us
into deep water.
“All this ime the sea was running
and it was with the utmost difficulty
that we could stay on our feet. When
we reached the lighthouse we found
that the crew of the Gilmore had been
there a week and were told that they
had been saved in the same way. The
two crews made big inroads on the prov-
isions of the lighthouse keeper, and had
not the sea gone down so we could get
the provisions from our boats we might
have all starved.”
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No Game in the West Indies.
The West Indian archipelago, with
its four islands and numberless inlets,
is called the gameless country, because
in a region of more than 100,000
gquare miles there are no monkeys, no
bears, raccoons, wild hogs, jaguars, pu-
mas panthers, lynx, wildcats, foxes,
wolves or jackals. There is not even
a woodchuck tobe dug out of the many
caves. On the highlands there are no
bigons, deer, antelope or rabbits. Dogs
and cats, too, are unknown, and this
lack of hounseliold pets seems to have
driven the aboriginies to expedients, for
in a book called #Oglivy’s Voyages”
there is a story told of a San Domingo
native who kept 8 tame manatee that
made its headquartdrs in an artificial
pond and was so well trained that
when called by its name it would come
out of the water, go to the natives’s
house, and after receiving its food it re-
turned to the pond, accampanied by
singing, and often it carried two child-
ren on its back.
Itsinstinct was wonderfu]. It was.
once struck by a pike in the hands of
a Spaniard and after that always re-
fused to come out of the water when
there was a clothed man near. Man-
atees are often eeen ncrthwest of Cub.
in shoals sporting about the reefs like
sea lions. They are cunning creatures.
and can dodge the harpoon with more
success than any other aquatic animal.
When the harpoon is thrown at them
they plunge with a defiant snort be-
neath the waves and presently come to
the surface at some unexpected poiat,
waving their flippers mockingly at
their hunters. The largest land ani-
mal of this strange territory is a huge
rat, measuring eighteen inches in length
without the tail. With this exception
Cuba, San Domingo, Jamaica and Cos-
ta Rica have no land animals.—Chica-
go Herald.
How Greeley Helped Lincoln.
“In McClure’s ‘Lincoln and Men of
‘War Times,” I see,” said aged Charles
Wister, of Germantown, yesterday,
‘‘that the colonel gives Andrew Curtin a
great deal of credit for Lincoln’s nomi-
nation at Chicago in 1860. I satin a
chair beside Colonel McClure in that.
convention, and I think Curtin and all
others were totally overshadowed by
Horace Greeley. Greeley bore Seward
a bitter grudge. He said be had made
Seward governor, and he thought him
ungrateful. On Seward’s refusal to act.
a3 he wished, Greely declared, ‘My time
will come at last.” When the conven-
tion time arrived we all saw what
seemed to be a band of soldiers march-
ing up the street. What was it but old
Horace Greeley in his famous plug hat
and white coat stalking along after a
brass band at the head of the New York
delegation. They were the pick and
flower of the state too. They were giv-
en a rousing reception in the convention
hall. ;
‘Greeley had corresponded with the -
ablest Republicans throughout the
Union and for two years had been plan-
ing against Seward’s ambition. When
the battle was fought and Lincoln
was nominated Greeley came down
stairs from his room in the hotel with
his carpetbag in his hand. As he bade
goodby his words were, ‘My mission 18
accomplished.
——Clara--Did you have anything
extraordinay happen at the seashore last
Summer ?
waiting three days for an engagement .
ring.
Ciara 00, yes; What was the cause
of the delay ? :
Maude—He ran out of them before
he knew it, and had to send to New
York for another instalment.—[ Cloak
Review.
Maude--Oh, yes;one man kept me
tre
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