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“I am Louis Armand,” he said as one
whose heart is broken.
Anne closed her eyes and stood trem-
bling, and in that moment he dropped
his arms to his sides and turned to the
waiting soldiers.
“Take him away!” said Foy.
Seeing, Anne struggled piteously to
speak. She stood an instant with both
bands stretched out after him; then
she slipped back into Colonel Tillot-
son’s arms.
The dance was breaking up as the
door opened for Armand and his
guards.
Then across the guiet struck discord.
‘A far babble drew suddenly nearer.
There was a din and a scurry of cry-
ing. Windows were opened.
“Haste!” fretted Foy. “To his ex-
cellency with the prisoner! Conolly
has been seen. The alarm is out, and
the town will rise!”
Gallants and dames issuing into the
street in their ball finery, the ladies’
rouged cheeks faded in the early light,
saw a horseman who rode by bawling:
“The powder! The powder!” he shout-
ed. “Dunmore’s men have robbed the
magazine!” And with the shout the
great bell of the palace began tolling :
the summons calling all soldiers of the !
king to assemble.
“The governor has come to his senses
at last,” Mrs. Byrd said with satis-
faction as she came out to her chair.
“We shall presently see these precious
rebels scampering to their holes. You
must go, I suppose, Francis?’
“Aye, mother,” he answered, his eyes
bright with Anne’s pain, and gave her
his cheek to kiss.
But he did not go to the palace. The
resignation of his commission went to
the earl instead, and he himself hasten-
ed to the narrow’ house in Duke of
Gloucester street which bore the name
Alberti and the sign of the violin. It
was long before he saw his mother
again.
* * * * » * *
The volcano had burst. There is to
be small doubt from this time where
any Virginian stands. By noon the
bank of the James river at Burwell’s
ferry, where lies the man-o’-war Mag-
dalen, whither Dunmore’s crafty agent
Conolly has marched his marines with
the powder raped from the Williams-
burg magazine, is black with threaten-
ing men. :
Steadily numbers swell the crowd
that chokes Duke of Gloucester street—
city councilors, some in furtive delight
at this loyal ruse, others stamping an-
grily, with powdered wigs askew and
hands seeking the hilts of their dress
swords; sober men mounting and dis-
mounting horses; ladies, brilliant as
ever, in red heeled shoes and clocked
stockings, eager, excited, voluble. Here
is all the aristocracy, the blue bloods
of the valley planters; here are the
duller garbed burgesses of the inner
counties.
The mob surges up and down past a
square, prim house of glazed brick
brought as ballast in the tobacco ships.
It is fronted by a little garden, through
which leads a path between exact
flower beds of white lupins, love-in-a-
mist and Canterbury bells, and here in
his chair sits old Baron Fairfax, lean-
ing on his cane, listing to the tumult,
knowing it means anger against the
royal authority, but not bending his
stubborn loyalty enough to pass be-
yond the gate. He is all a-quiver with
rage at the seizure of the marquis.
“Fools!” he storms, grinding his
teeth. “Idiots! I will to the governor
so soon as this cursed uproar ceases.
The king shall hear of it!”
In his stronghold on Palace street
the royal governor sits glowering, lis-
“Take him!”
tening to the hum. He has the powder.
Let the rebels rave. In the night he
has converted his palace into a fort.
Cannon look from the windows. Rows
of muskets are lying on the floor to arm
the household.
The council, hurriedly summoned, is
met in the library—a few smiling,
Colonel Byrd wavering, some indig-
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nant. At the indignant ones the gov-
ernor rages like a wild beast, vowing
that if violence be offered him by the
people he will proclaim freedom to the
slaves and lay Williamsburg in ashes.
The streets are in a boil. Betsy, who
has wept an hour for Anne’s sake,
looks on from the Byrd porch, while
her mother, having heard of the defec-
tion of Francis, watches red eyed be-
hind her bedroom curtains.
The crowd has centered opposite in
the wide square at the foot of Palace
street. There are cries: “The palace!”
“To the palace!” The mass moves rest-
lessly as if meditating an . attack.
Slower counsel prevails. There is a
hubbub of talk.
Then a delegation is sent to the palace
to demand the powder. Betsy sees
them, four grave men, start from the
crowd, go up the street, pass the
guards, enter the door. There is a
wait.
They return with their news. The
wily earl has smoothed his rage, has
heard them with courtesy. He has re-
ceived the report that the slaves are
about to rise in an adjoining county.
If the powder be needed at Williams-
burg he pledges his honor it shall be
returned “in half an hour.” The dele-
gation has seen the muskets. The
crowd smolders—is nonplused.
The earl looks through an upper win-
dow and rubs his hands. These Vir-
ginians are no match for him.
Al, the end is not yet. He has still
to reckon with a sallow man who sits
in the upper room at Alberti’s.
This man is to ride like a whirlwind
to New Castle, make a fiery appeal to
the Hanover volunteers and to march
back to Williamsburg at the head of
5,000 men with arms in their hands.
Before they reach the town a spark
flies along the angry streets that turns
them to a flame. It is the news of the
battle of Lexington!
And when Patrick Henry marches
into Duke of Gloucester street, John
Murray, earl of Dunmore, you pay for
that powder!
T days later, where Henry and
Colonel Tillotson sat alone in
the library conversing. It was the eve
of the former's departure for the Sec-
ond congress.
“Patrick,” the colonel came out
squarely, “what make you of this ar-
rest of La Trouerie?” s
“There is something wrong, colonel,”
he answered, “and ’twill out. Mark
me, that young man in no charlatan.
I would stake my soul he is not of low
character. You are judge enough of
human nature to know that.”
“Cary was on the ship. Besides, he
admitted it himself when he was seized
at the Raleigh.”
Henry leaped from his seat with an
exclamation.
“Granted he is not the marquis, the
man is no impostor. I want nothing
but that night at the King’s Arms in
Winchester to convince me of that.
My God, you should have seen him
fight Foy! Hang your marquises! Ar-
mand is a man, I tell you! What was
there to gain by a vulgar masquerade?’
Rashleigh at this juncture entered,
bearing a salver.
“Letter for Mars’ Henry,” said he.
“Mars’ Randolph’s Eb’nezer fotch it
ober arter him fum Williamsburg dis
mawnin’.”
“Why,” said Henry, breaking the
seal, *‘’tis from Dr. Franklin. Busi-
ness of the colonies surely. Stay—you
shall hear it: =o
CHAPTER XIII.
HE shadow of Anne’s grief hung
heavy over Gladden Hall a few
“London, Jan. 10, 1775.
“Sir—Dr. Craik, who needs no introduc-
tion to you, on his return to Virginia will
see that this reaches your hand. It will
inform you that M. de Penet is arrived
from Philadelphia. He astonished me
much when he told me that it was too dis-
creetly doubted in the colonies as to the
disposition of the court of France with
regard to us. The English court here has
little of this doubt; indeed there has been
actual trepidation. The good news I
send by this letter will show you that
there was abundant ground for such fears.
Not only have King Louis and M. Turgot,
his minister of finance, considered togeth-
er by what means they might assist so
unhappy and interesting a people, but I
have just learned that a nobleman of
great family connection and great wealth
ig lately sailed for your colony, an officer
in the flower of his age, who has already
proved his talents in Corsica. I am in-
formed by our co-worker Beaumarchais,
who is now here at the town house of
Lord Mayor Wilkes in Prince's Court, that
this gentleman’s judgment is much valued
at Marseilles, and in case the state of the
cause in Virginia (which the king deems
most important of the southern colonies)
seems to warrant he will doubtless be
commissioned to make certain representa-
tions touching aid and comfort to come
from France in the event of united hostil-
ities. I am satisfied that any civilities
and respect that may be shown M. the
Marquis de la Trouerie will be service-
able to our affairs. His mission is, of
course, secret. I shall inform no one else
of this, trusting the information to your
whole discretion. I have the honor to be,
sir, your most obedient servant,
“B. FRANKLIN.
“Patrick Henry, Esq, Williamsburg,
Va.”
Henry read slowly, without a pause,
while the other's eyes did not leave his
face. When he had finished he looked
up with an expression of mingled sat-
isfaction and puzzlement.
“Marquis de la Trouerie!” Colonel Til-
lotson exclaimed. “Armand’s master,
then, was the messenger of France!
And he is doubtless in Virginia now.
But how dares the secretary pose as
his master?”
“Because the marquis is dead!” fell
a heavy voice behind them.
The host got up frowning.
“Captain Jarrat,” said he brusquely,
“I like not well these soft footed intru-
sions. Nor, if I may say it, do I like
the dress you wear. Times are come
when I no longer welcome a coat of
that color in my house.”
A smoldering red rose to Jarrat’s
cheek, but he spoke evenly. “I should
beg pardon, colonel, for an uncere-
monious intrusion into a conversation.
Rashleigh let me in.”
“Curse Rashleigh!” said the colonel
unmistakably.
“I rode to inquire for Miss Tillotson.”
the visitor continued, “but since I am
unwelcome, why, 1 will betake myself
home again.”
“One moment, colonel,” interposed
Henry. “Captain, we spoke of a gen-
tleman as you entered. May I ask
what basis you have for your informa-
tion?”
Jarrat took out his pocketbook, drew
forth a yellow paper and handed it to
Henry. ‘‘The Marquis de la Trouerie
died en route to these colonies and was
buried at sea. There is the leaf from
the logbook of the Two Sisters recount-
ing the unhappy incident. The news
of his death was suppressed in British
interests.”
“And the secretary?”
was calm.
“The incident is now closed, gentle-
men, and I violate no confidence. He
was bought by the earl—for services.”
“My God!” ejaculated Colonel Tillot-
son. “Are we never to know truth in
this world? He was not an impostor
and a charlatan. No. He was a Brit-
ish spy!”
“Why, then,” interrogated Henry,
“did Dunmore expose him?’
“I exposed him.”
“You!” the colonel cried.
“I had crossed on the same ship and
recognized him at Williamsburg. Dis-
covering the true state of affairs, can
you wonder, Colonel Tillotson, at my
concern for the intimacy which I saw
growing between your niece and this
person? I think,” he said, masking a
glowworm gleam in his eyes, “that my
feeling for Mistress Tillotson is not mis-
understood by you. I knew Lord Dun-
Henry’s voice
“Because the marquis is dead!”
more’s plan, and I could not openly tell
you the truth. Is it a wonder I forgot
that I was a king’s man? I did the one
thing left to me. I set afloat such sus-
picions that the governor, to save his
own repute with Williamsburg, was
compelled to sacrifice his minion, to him-
self expose the imposture and to cry
himself also deceived. I tell you thus
much in confidence. Believe me, sir, 1
steered the best I knew between the
hurt of a lady whom I honor and the
governor's displeasure. It was the
Scylla of duty and the Charybdis of
love. Colonel, I love your niece, and I
would not see her suffer humiliation.”
Colonel Tillotson rose and paced up
and down the floor, plucking at the
side curls of his wig.
“And if what you tell us is true,” he
said, meditating, “I have done you
wrong. I am not overkind to your col-
ors, but I have a respect for honest loy-
alty. God knows ’tis scarce enough.
Mayhap I have been unjust. Wiil you
be seated ?”’
Jarrat sat down, his watchful eyes
turning about the room, something
strangely like expectancy in them.
The colonel rang for his major domo.
“Rashleigh,” said he soberly, ‘ask
your Mis’ Anne to come to the library.
And admit no one—no one. Do you
hear?”
“Yas, marsa; yas, suh! Nuttin’ but
er grabeyard ha’nt gwineter git by dat
do’!”
“Poor child!” Henry's tone was piti-
ful. “You mean to tell her? At least
wait till your wife is returned.”
“The sooner she hears some things the
better for her. She has her share of
pride; never fear.”
“The day I was last here, sir,” ob-
served Jarrat, “she boasted she would
wed him an he were a laborer in your
fields.”
“Aye, maybe, but not if he were a
conspirer against her country. My
niece is a daughter of Virginia, sir.”
And the master of Gladden Hall noisily
took snuff to cover his feelings. Hen-
ry’s face was like a sphinx,
While they waited came a clatter of
hoofs outside. A moment later the hall
door was flung open, and Rashleigh
was heard in excited jabbering. The
colonel repeated an objurgation.
The next instant he jumped to his
feet, and Jarrat started as if at an ap-
parition. Armand stood on the thresh-
old. mud splashed and pale.
Te
The newcomer’s look ignored the cap-
tain. He bowed to Colonel Tillotson
and addressed himself to Henry:
“Monsieur, I come to warn you that a
detachment of Dunmore’s men is on its
way hither from Yorktown to seize
your person.”
“The deuce!” shot out the colonel like
a javelin. “I thought the price the earl
put on you, Patrick, was but brag. He
dares viclate my house, then. Mount at
once and away by the north road.”
Henry’s gaze had seemed to dart and
play about the young Frenchman’s face
like yellow summer lightning. “And
what would the governor with me this
time?”
“To transport you to trial for high
treason. It was plotted this day aboard
the Fowey.”
“From which you are escaped?’
“Yes, monsieur.”
Jarrat’s voice entered: “To attack the
residence of a Virginian gentleman
without crown warran‘ is not so ready
a thing even for a royal governor, but a
man may disappear by night from a
lonely road and who to blame? Our
fleeing marquis, with his nose for deli-
cate deceits, is a likely catspaw.
I swear such overt folly of Dunmore’s
will yet drive me into Whiggery!”
Colonel Tillotson paused in perplex-
ity, but Henry looked at the speaker
with a gaze keen and inscrutable as an
Indian's above that flickering half
smile of his.
“You have no time to spare, mon-
sieur. They were to leave the Fowey
at sundown. I implore you to haste.”
“As well,” cautioned Jarrat, “to go by
another way than the marquis antici-
pates.”
“You liar!” said Armand, flaming on
him, “This man was in the plot. He
waits the troops here at this moment.
Monsieur, I beseech”—
He did not finish, stricken dumb by
the entrance of Anne. She had caught
her breath at sight of him and stood,
statue-like, in the candlelight. Then
she held out both arms and ran toward
him with a glad crv:
( Continued next week.)
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Curious Facts for Curious People.
There are in use in the United States
1,400,000 miles of telegraph wire.
The age at which the greatest number of
Japanese girls marry is between 20 and
21.
The earliest spur know consisted of a
sbarp prod mounted on a base to fasten
about the heel. Antiguarians place its
date at from 300 to 100 B. C.
For a new variety of rhubarb is is claim-
ed that it not only fruitsall the year round,
but that its flavor resembles a combination
of the 1aspberry and strawberry.
There are more than a dozeu business
women in Chicago enjoying incomes of
from $3,000 to $10,000 a year resulting
from their own enterprise, prompted and
managed by themselves.
In 1873 in Germany 1,500,000 trees are
said to have been destroyed in the Hartz
forest alone by two small species of beetles.
The larvae burrow beneath the bark and
thus cause the injury to the growing trees.
The Trans-Siberian railway is nearly six
thousand miles long, and cost, in rough
figures, $5,000,000,000. The first sod was
turned in 1895, and in nine vears 3,375
miles were laid, including 30 miles of
bridges.
A big parade called the ‘‘Parade of Peo-
ples and Beasts’’ will be a feature of Pike
day at the World’s Fair, June 4th. Six
thousand natives from all climes, speaking
30 tongues, will take part. Thirty thou-
sand dollars will be spent on the demon-
stration.
The Chamber of Commerce at Denver is
considering a proposition to bore one and
an eighth miles into the earth at a poins
14 wiles east of the city in search of natural
gas, oil and coal. The cost is estimated at
$30,000, bus the plan is considered feasible
by experts who bave investigated the
geological formations.
Stockings were first used in the eleventh
century. Previous to that cloth bandages
were worn on the feet.
Dr. Welwitsch brings news of a wonder-
ful tree which he found growing in the
west of Africa and named for himself, the
welwitsch. The extraordinary proportions
of a trunk four feet in diameter, with a
height of only one foot, make the plant
look like a round table. The tree never
has more than two leaves, and these are the
seed leaves, which appeared when the plant
first began to grow, and which it never
sheds or replaces with others.
There has always been much curiosity,as
well as much diversity of opinion, about
the population of China. The latest esti-
mate is based upon a census, taken by order
of the Imperial government, for the pur-
pose of reassessing taxes. It gives to China
proper, including the 18 provinces, 407,-
737,325 people. Manchuria is credited
with 8,500,000, Mongolia with 3,354,000.
Tibet with 6,430,000 and Chinese Turkestan
with 426,000, making a grand total of 426,-
447,325.
Mrs. Charles King of Corpus Christi,
Tex., owns more land than any other wom-
an in the world. Her husband was a fa-
mous cattle breeder, and he left ber 1,300,-
000 acres in Nueces, Hidalgo, Starr and
Cameron counties, and there are now ahout
sixty-five thousand cattle on her ranges.
The vast estate must be kept intact until
her oldest grandchild becomes of age.
Yorkshire, England, has a farm on which
moths and butterflies are reared for sale.
It is planted with trees and shrubs for the
purpose. Forty thousand caterpillars are
always on hand and orders can be filled at
any time of the year.
Missionaries are at work in 247 of the
walled cities of China. There are still 1,-
500 walled cities without missionaries.
A municipal return gives the number of
trees belonging to Paris as 91,458.
Didn't Want the Family.
He had at last summoned up sufficient
courage to ‘‘ask papa,’ when, to his as-
tonishment, the blustering parent demand-
ed, ‘Are you capable of supporting a fami-
ly, sir?”
“‘No, sir,”’he replied with great firmness.
‘My father tackled that job and has had
his wife’s family on his hands ever since.
I only want your daughter, sir, not the
family.”
——Chester Kameey, of near Oriole, shot
a fox, from his back porch, recently. He
was sitting on the porch when the animal
came down from the mountain side.
RE ———
New Postal Scandal.
E. C. Madden Charged With Serious Irregularities
in the Disposal of Stamp Albums.
The Washington correspondent of the
Philadelphia Record says: “It is stated
with much positiveness here Thursday
night that thiid assistant Postmaster Gen-
eral Edwin C. Madden will shortly be re-
quested to resign his office. While the in-
vestigation of the department was under
way last summer and fall charges were
brought against Mr. Madden of various ir-
regularities, but they do not seem to have
been taken cognizance of by fourth Assis-
tant Bristow and his corps of inspectors,
Mr. Bristow taking the position that he
would not go outside the office of the first
aisistant unless he had special orders to do
80.
Since the Bristow investigation olosed,
however, it appears Assistant. Attorney
General Robb has been looking into the
charges against Madden and he is said to
have found sufficient evidence of irregular-
ities to warrant the president in asking for
the resignation of the third assistant. It is
said the most serious charge is that of hav-
ing issued without authority of law a pro-
duction of all the stamps of the govern-
ment since its foundation. These stamps
were placed in finely-bound albums, which
were distributed to a few favored people.
The value of the stamps to philatelists was
very great and some of the albums are said
to have been sold for large sums by those
to whom they were presented.
Another charge was in connection with
the introduction into the department of
the manifold forms made by the General
Manifold company, of Franklin, Pa., in
which Representative Sibley is interested.
There was a third charge of a personal na-
tare. It is said that as to two of the charg-
es Attorney Robb found enough evidence
against Mr. Madden to cause the President
to decide the good of the postal service re-
quired a change in the office of the third
assistant. This change is now understood
to be near at hand.
The Ocean’s Floor.
The Highest Mountain Would Sink
Hale.
in Deepest
While carrying on her work for the
Bureau of Fisheries, says the National
Geographic Magazine, the Albatross has
made more than 10,000 soundings, and
more than 400 dredgings, and has brought
up from the bottom of the sea hundreds of
tons of fishes and other animals and mud.
The greatest depth from which the Al-
hatross has secured any life was 4173
fathoms. This was in the South Pacific
between Tonga and Ellice Islands. The
dredge brought up silicions sponges, radio-
larians and brown volcanic mud. The
greatest depth from which she has broughs
up fishes is 2949 fathoms, or about 31-3
miles. This was in the edge of the Gulf
Stream off the coast of Virginia. The
deepest sounding ever made by the Al-
batross was at Station 4010, near Guam,
where the enormous depth of 4813 fathoms,
or nearly 5% miles, was found.
The deepest sounding ever made by any
vessel was by the U. S. S. Nero while on
the Honolnlu Manila cable survey, with
apparatus borrowed from the Albatross.
When near Gnam the Nero got 5269 fa-
thoms, or 31,614 feet, only 66 feet less than
six miles. If Mount Everest, the highest
mountain on earth, were set down in this
hole, it would have above its summit a
depth of 2612 feet, or nearly half a mile of
water.
Cheering the Invalid.
Mis. Barr, an elderly Scotch woman, bad
been seriously ill for weeks, during which
time even the members of her immediate
family had been excluded from the sick
room. At last, however, she so longed to
gee her relatives that it was deemed ad-
visable to admit them,one at a time. When
the moment for Mr. Barr's visit arrived
the trained nurse cautioned him against
showing too much emotion over his wife's
changed appearance.
“What you must do, said the nurse, ‘‘is
to cheer her up. You must tell her how
much better she is leoking, what a nice
color she has in her cheeks and how bright
her eyes are. Above all things, you must
be cheerfual.”’
Mr. Barr promised faithfully to say the
proper things; but when he approached the
bedside and heheld the pitiful ravages that
illness had made in Mrs. Barr’s once plump
countenance, he became so agitated that he
forgot the nurse’s caution and exclaimed,
in the rich Scotch brogue that strong emo-
tion always called forth :
“Oh Maggie, Maggie, woman ! whaur
wad ye like to be burrit ?’’
‘Ye’ll no a chance to bury me this time,
William Barr,’ returned the invalid, with
unexpected spirit. ‘‘You're altogether too
anxious.’’
It was afterwards said that Mrs. Barr’s
rapid recovery dated from that moment.
— Lippincott’s.
‘Three More
Bishops.
They Were Elected at the General Conference.—
Altogether Four Have Been Chosen Which is Just
Half the Number to be Elected.
Three additional bishops were elected
Wednesday at the Methodist Episcopal
general conference-Dr. W. F. MeDowell and
Dr..Henry Spellmyer on the second ballot,
which was announced at the morning ses-
sion, and Dr. J. W. Bashford, chosen on
the fourth ballot Thursday afternoon. The
third ballot resulted in no election. Four
of the eight bishops to be elected have thus
far been chosen, as follows :
Dr. J. F. Berry, Chicago; Dr. Henry
Spellmeyer, Newark; Dr. W. F. MoDow-
ell, New York; Dr. J. W. Bashford, Dela-
ware, O.
The fourth ballot, which was announced
late that afternoon, and which resulted in
the election of Dr. Bashford, presented Dr.
William Burt and Dr. T. B. Neeley at the
head of the list in the order named, with
460 and 440 votes respectively. The other
highest votes were Dr. R. J. Cook, 394; Dr.
L. B. Wilson, 344; Dr. Bowen (colored)
253.
The tifsh was taken just before adjonrn-
ment and as a result of it it is reasonably
certain that Dr. William Burt is declared
as the fifth bishop, and perhaps Dr. T. B.
Neely a sixth. :
——Auntie—You seem to havea very
bad cold, Willie?”
Willie—'‘It's a purty good cold. It’s
kept me outer school most two weeks now.
— Columbus Post-Press.
The Usual Things.
*‘So the Count is to marry Miss Gotrox.
What does he expect to get from her?”’
“A million dollars and a divorce las-
er.”
——Most of our worry is due to the
anticipation of things that never happen.
The Best Ones.
The best law—the Golden Rule.
The best education—self knowledge.
The best philosopby—a contented mind.
oe best theology—a pare and beneficent
ife.
The best war—to waragainst one’s weak-
ness.
The best medicine—cheerfulness and
temperance.
The best music—the laughter of an inno-
cent child.
The best science—extracting sunshine
from a cloudy day.
The best telegrapby—flashing a ray of
sunshine into a gloomy heart.
The best biography—the life that writes
charity in the largest letters.
The best engineering--building a bridge
of faith over the river of death.
The best navigation—steering clear of
the lacerating rocks of personal conten-
tion.
The best mathematics—that which
doubles the most joys and divides the most
SOrTOws.
Poor Place tor Thieves.
Bermuda is not accustomed to thieves.
No experienced Bermudan will enter the
profession of pilfering, at least of taking
things that cannot be immediately eaten.
For what can be done with them? If any
property is taken the cfficers of the law
have only to watch the steamship docks.
The stuff cannot be disposed of on the is-
lands. They are too small, and everybody
knows everybody.
It is a Bermudan legend that once a bi-
cycle was stolen. It was the talk of the
town. The next ensuing problem of the
thieves was how to get any good of it. He
did not dare use it; he could notsend it out
of the country. That he finally ‘‘gave it
up’’ was proved when six months later a
fisherman hronght up the missing wheel
from fairly uecp water upon his hooks.
Disgusted.
Amos Cammings, of New Yoik, used to
tell this story of his first assignment as a
newspaper repurter. He was sent ous to
write up an accident where an Irish hod-
carrier was injured in a fall from a build-
ing. He arrived just as two officers were
assisting the injured man into an ambu-
lance.
‘What's his name?’ asked Cummings of
one of the officers.at the same moment pull
ing ous his pad and pencil.
The Irishman heard him and, mistaking
him for the timekeeper on the job,exclaim-
4; with a look of disgust covering his
ace:
; “Isn’t it trouble enough to fall three sto-
ries without being docked for the few mo-
ments I lose going to the hospital?”
Hindoo Witchcraft.
_ All Hindoos believe in witchcraft, and,
in strange contrast to the old believers in
witchery, they believe that young and
pretty maidens are the chief actors in such
uncanny mummers. If crops are blighted,
or if a general sickness prevails they write
the names of all the young women of the
vicinity on separate tree branches and then
immerse the stems of the twigs for four
hours and a half in a solution of holy wa-
ter and aromatic herhe. If one or more of
the twigs wither during the specified time
the young woman whose name or names
are attached thereto is immediately put to
death. Thus the influence of the witches
counteracted, the crops saved and health
restored.
Reduced Rates to Uniontown.
For the accommecdation of those desiring
to attend the Prohibition State convention
to be held at Uniontown, June 7th to
9th, the Pennsylvania railroad company
will sell round-trip tickets to Uniontown,
June 6th and 7th, good to return until
June 10th, inclusive, from all stations on
its lines in the State of Pennsylvania at
rate of single fare for round-trip (minimum
rate, 25 cents.)
How Heavy a Brick May be.
Some years ago one man het another that
be could not move an ordinary brick tied
to the end of a cord two or three miles
long. A straight and level road just out-
side Chichester, N. Y., was selected for the
trial. The brick was not moved, and the
man lost his het for a large amount. It
was stated by some one present that the
brick, although weighing seven pounds,
| would from a distance of two or three miles
represent a dead weight of nearly a ton.
——‘Yes, my hands are sofs,’’ said
young De Dudley, at a Fifth avenue party
the other night, as he gazed at his useless
appendages. Then he added: ‘‘Do you
know how I do it ? I always sleep with my
gloves on.” ?
**‘And do you sleep with your hat on,
t00?’’ asked a pert young lady.
‘Oh, no.” answered the dude. And
then be could uot imagine what the com-
pany were smiling abous.
How 1t Happened.
Hawkins—You look out of sorts, old
man, What's the trouble? Parker—Just
lost my new silk umbrella. Hawkins—
How did it happen ? Parker—Fellow that
owned it happened to come in the office
and recognized it.
Becoming Serious.
Clara—What did you break off your en-
gagement with Charlie for ?
Maud—I felt as if I ought to be getting
married. — Life.
THE FIRST STEP.—Helen—‘‘Oh, dear!
How shall we ever learn to operate this
motor car ?’’
Grace—'‘Well, as a starter, we might
$hiow a9ay the book of instructions.’”’
— Puck.
PERENNIAL.—*‘‘I suppose Lizzie Ole-
timer is glad it is leap year,’’ said the soft-
spoken Heloise. :
‘‘I don’t suppose it makes much differ-
ence to her,’”’ replied the mellow-voiced
Irene. ‘‘She bas heen jumping at every
chanceshe saw for fifteen years.’—Judge.
——When a man’s hair stands on end,an
ordinary person says his hair .stands ; but
you can’t get a doctor to talk in that way.
The dootors oall it horripilation. This
makes the patient’s hair stick up worse
than ever, but it gives the family confi-
dence in the doctor.
——*'Forget yourself and be a gentie-
man,’’ may vot be a new phrase, but it is
a good one to paste in somebody’s hat—
maybe your own.—New York Press.