Bellefonte, Pa., May 31, 1907. A REAL PIRATE ISLAND. it Was Once the Stronghold of Morgan, the Buccaneer. ©ld Providence, an Uncanny Spot In the Caribbean Sea, and the Lawless, Reckless, Murderous Crew That Now Claim It as Their Own. Sailing upon that almost unknown gea which ebbs and flows upon the Mosquito Coast, the line of the horizon is broken by two faint points. As the vessel approaches nearer a strange sight meets the vision. The points have become two jaws looming against the clearness of the sky and water. It is as if an enormous mouth had been suddenly thrust out of the sea with distended jaws pointed skyward. Truly the sight is uncanny, but the jaws mark an uncanny spot in the Caribbean. Once these waters were not so deserted by man. Upon their bosom passed stately galleons, the plate ships loaded with treasure from the new Spain. When their captains saw those black jaws they may have said an Ave as, altering their course, they sailed away from them, for this bit of dry spot in the ocean was then known, as it is today, as a pirate is- iand. Old Providence, as the map maker calls it, is in truth a dot on the waters. Not over four miles from end to end in its longest direction and half as much in width, a good walker can en- circle it by the little coast path the na- tives call a highway in half a day. The human beings who call it home are confined to its outer edge, for the sub- marine volcano which at some time in the past ages gave birth to Old Provi- dence in one of its convulsions, topped it off with a miniature mountain range stretching above the center of the is- land. It is one of these mountains that forms the black gaping jaws so plainly seen long before the graceful cocoanut palms marking the shore line are visi- ble. In a whimsical display of its power the volcano cut a great wedge in one of the peaks—a wedge fully a hundred feet across at the top and tapering to a score or so at the bottom. Today, as centuries ago, Old Provi- dence is a tiny country to itself. Far out of the modern ocean highway, in one of the least frequented parts of the Caribbean, the steamship or sailing ship has no occasion to pass near it unless driven there by storm. There is no postoffice, for the reason that there is no mail service. True, it is claimed by some country just as every point that sticks out of the sea is claimed. Colombia calls Old Providence a part of its republic, but not a man lives upon it to act as governor, judge or even agent. So its people kill, steal and commit other crimes utterly re- gardless of any authority save force and the little influence of the solitary white man who has cast his lot among them. St. Catherine, as it was mockingly called in the old days, was the strong- hold of Henry Morgan. For nearly 250 years the blood of his followers has flowed in the veins of its people, but before the freebooters sailed into its harbor the Spanish governor of Costa Rica had made it an island prison for criminals he thought too dangerous to keep on the mainland. When Morgan defeated the garrison he placed as guards of his captives 100 of these con- victs, released on their promise to joln has band—literally human dregs of new Spain. Again the Spaniards cap- tured the island and turned it into a penal colony until Morgan's flag was raised above it in 1670 and the struggle for its possession ended. Since then most of those who have lived upon it have been descendants of the white outlaws, their convict allies and the black women who went there from the West Indies on Morgan's ship. The blood of the islanders is the blood of English, Irish and Scotch, but adulterated with that of the negro. To- day fully 1.000 persons live upon this {slet—a thousand human beings who have degenerated in mind until the majority of them are little better than beasts. Murder is common; theft is not a crime; marriage is unknown. Only the fear of a stronger keeps many a man from taking life for a trifle. Most of the cocoanuts are traded for clothing. lignor, firearms, knives and trinkets. After a vessel has loaded and departed, for days the island may be the scene of a drunken debauch, which brings to mind stories written about the carousals of the buccaneers after the capture of a prize, but here is no captain or discipline of the sea. The weaker are the prey of the stronger, and robbery and killing pass unnoticed. It is the testimony of Fa- ther St. John, the brave priest who alone is endeavoring to do something to improve the condition of these peo: ple, that scarcely a week passes with- out a murder. With only a handful out of the 1,000 population acknowledging any form of Christianity, it is not strange that the belief in fetiches, even voodooism, should be wi read. Witch doctors and sellers of charms for good and evil are numerous. Most of the wo- men wear next to the skin a tuft of hair, a plece of rag smeared with ‘blood or some other amulet which is dntended to cast a speli over thelr ene- mies or to keep off Satin, in which all ‘believe, But the iife and history of these hu- man renegades are not the only evi- dence to prove that their home is a real pirate island and not the sort of which the novelists are so fond of describ- ing. At its north end rises a rocky plateau covering half a dozen acres Really it is another island, but sepa- sated from Old Providence by a chao nel 100 yards in width and so shallow that one can ‘easily wade across it. The highest point on this plateau bears a slight resemblance to a man's face, and the native says that it is “Mor- gan's Head." The fifty foot precipice which extends from the water's edge to the top of the plateau is so steep as to be almost inaccessible except in two or three places where the storms of years have worn away the stone. The top is so covered with vines, shrubs and other growth that not until one has penetrated into their midst does Lie find the remains of a wall evi- dently the work of human hands. Most of it is hidden by the rank vegetation, but enough of the massive masonry can be seen to indicate that it was in- tended for a fortification. A strange sight are the dozen or more pieces of artillery mounted upon a plateau at the north end. Some of them are of brass, but long since thick: ly coated with verdigris, which gives them the appearance of fallen trees green with mold. Others are of iron, but all of them still bear traces of the artistic imagery with which the gun makers of the seventeenth century dec- orated their work. Lying inside of the wall, the guns were evidently =z part of the armament of Santa The- resa, the castle which the Spaniards built for the main defense of St. Cath- erine, but which they surrendered to Morgan in 1670 with eight smaller forts and batteries. Contagious diseases frequently rav- age the land and kill scores in a vis- itation. Ignorant of sanitation, know- ing little or nothing of medicine and depending chiefly on the charms they get from the voodoo doctors to ward off disease, the people often die from ail ments which in other conditions might be cured. From the accounts of the old men there is no doubt that fifty years ago the number of inhabitants was much greater than at present. A half cen- tury hence may see the descendants of the pirates of this southern ocean re- duced to a mere handful if not entirely extinet.—Day Allen Willey in Minne- apolis Journal. SLEEP A PUZZLE. The Mystery Involving “Tired Nature's Sweet Restorer.” Although the phenomenon has been observed since man has existed, the true nature of sleep and what causes it are practically mysteries today. All recognize the necessity of sleep and know that it is the sovereign remedy for fatigue—‘tired nature's sweet re- storer.” This fact has led to the theory that sleep is induced by the poisons which are known to be formed and pgssed into the blood stream during wearying exercise of mind or body. The theory is that these poisons benumb the nerve center controlling the circulation in the brain, with a consequent reduction in the blood supply. This “anaemia” of the brain produces unconsciousness, or sleep, during which the activities of body and mind are repressed, the for- mation of “fatigue poisons” is arrested. and those already formed and circulat- ing in the blood are eliminated. When this has taken place the puri- fied blood again nourishes and stimu- lates the circulation center, an in- creased volume of blood flows to the brain, and the subject awakes, renew- ed in spirit and flesh and ready for the labors of the day. This explanation is only a theoretical one, but it is plausible. Whatever may produce it and whether it is a cause or an accompaniment, we know that a lessened blood supply in the brain is associated with healthy sleep and that cerebral excitement and congestion must be overcome before normal sieep can take place. The relation of the circulation to sleep is seen in the alternate drowsi- ness and insomnia of the very aged. While sitting up they are drowsy and cannot keep their eyes open, but the minute they lie down the power to sleep forsakes them. This is probably due to the fact that the arteries have lost their tone. While the subject sits up the blood sinks away from the brain because the weakened heart is unable to overcome the pull of gravity, but when he lies down the blood trie- kles into the vessels of the brain, and the smaller arteries are passively di- lated by its pressure, Of course the process Is not quite so purely mechan- ical as this, for no one could live with such flabby arteries, but the force of gravity does act in a measure. The treatment of this form of in- somnia of the aged is not in the giving of hypnotics, but of something that will tone up the blood vessels, such as a cup of hot beef tea, of not too strong tea or even of weak coffee—a paradox, since these things are usually supposed to be inimical to sleep.—Youth's Com- panion. Fact Versus History. In 216 B. C. Hannibal, with about 50,000 men, nearly annihilated the Ro- man army of about 90,000 at Cannae, at Apulia, Italy, but it is all a fable to say that he sent three bushels of gold rings plucked from the hands of dead Roman knights back to Carthage as evidence of his victory. The mes- senger who carried the news back to the Carthaginian senate on concluding his report “opened his robe and threw out a number of gold rings gathered on the field of battle.” Four years later the Romans, under Marcellus, attacked and captured Syra- cuse, belonging to Greece, because of its alliance with Hannibal against Rome. As the invading ships ap- proached, Archimedes is said to have set some of them on fire with immense burning glasses. However, modern science has so well watered this story that it only remains to add that even at this day the feat would be impossi- ble. BAPTIZING SHIPS. The Modern Method a Survival of a Barbaric Custom. If fair young women sponsors who take a great deal of pride in breaking a bottle of champagne over the prow of a ship as she slides into the water for her first float knew something about the origin and significance of the launching custom, the chances are they would not be so eager to see the bottle crash and the foaming liquid wet the sides of the vessel. It is a survival of a barbaric custom when sacrifices were made to the gods and some living vietim or offering was held up and its throat cut so that the blood flowed over the prow of the ship being launched. The vessel was bap- tized in warm blood. Now sparkling wine or pure water is used, and the change has many advantages, though the symbolism remains. There is another curious custom aboard ship that is interesting in the way it has been handed down to us. When a dignitary visits a foreign coun- try, the moment that his ship enters port a formal salute is fired as a signal of welcome. This custom was observ- ed years ago, when it was considered the correct thing for a port to fire its guns to show the visiting stranger that the citizens and authorities placed such confidence in his friendliness that it was not considered necessary to keep the guns loaded, so all the shot was dis- charged.—New York Herald. THE AIR BRAKE. It Was Ushered Into Actual Use In Most Dramatic Fashion. The air brake was ushered into actu- al use in most dramatic fashion. The trial trip occurred in April, 1869, The train selected was the Steubenville ac- commodation, running between Pitts- burg and Steubenville, O. When the train was going at full speed, suddenly as he came around a sharp curve the engineer saw a stalled wagon in the middle of the track dead ahead. With only hand brakes noth- ing could have prevented a terrible smashup. The formal time for the trial of the air brake had not come, but the brake was there, and in des- peration, not believing for a moment that the thing could possibly avail, the engineer threw on the air. But it did avail. The observers in the rear were al- most catapulted out of their seats by the shock of the sudden stop. Dut when they saw the engine fairly pok- ing its nose into the wagon bed, so nar- row had been the margin between safety and disaster, they forgot all about their shock and stood in awed silence, The air brake had come into its own.—Everybody’s Magazine, Keyhold Tenure In London. The curious custom of keyhold ten- ure still prevails at Crowland, the fa- mous abbey town in the Lincolnshire fens, where there are a number of cot tages which are neither copyhold, free- hold nor leasehold. They were origi nally built on waste land, and in each case the possessor of the key holds an indisputed tenancy. Although some of the occupiers have replaced the mud and thatched dwellings of antiquity with brick and slated buildings, they have no power to sell or will them away, for they have no deeds. On a tenant dyinz the first person to cross the threshold takes his place if he so desires. Many devices have been re- sorted to to obtain the keys. The prop- erties carry a county vote, but the poor law guardians always refuse to grant relief to the tenants.—London Globe. A Vegetable Freak. Californian has one tree which is the personification of mystery. Found no- where else in the world, it had a mys- terious origin and thrives in a region of mystery. The Mojava yucca is a vegetable freak which has developed into a species. It has the characteris- tics of several plants, to which no re- lationship can be traced. It is an en- dogen, yet its bark shows concentric rings such as characterize the exogen- ous stems. It lives and thrives in great numbers in a region nearly de- void of vegetation.—P. E. Magazine. Elephants. People who really know nothing about it used to say that elephants never lie down to sleep. This is not true at all, says one writer. They have been known to stand for twelve months without lying down to sleep. This is regarded as want of confidence in their keepers and of longing to re- gain their liberty, for when they are perfectly at ease and reconciled to their fate they will lie down on their sides and sleep peacefully. A Flippant Jailbird. “This confinement,” said the long faced prison visitor, “must distress you greatly.” “Yes,” replied the facetious convict, “I find the prison bars grating.” “Ah, life to you is a failure!” “Yes; it's nothing but a cell.” Lazy. Some friends were discussing an arvt- ist whose laziness was proverbial. “He is so lazy,” said one, “that he paints nothing but winter scenes to save himself the trouble of putting leaves on the trees.” The Seventh Time. She—When I accepted Jack he said he felt as If he was in the seventh heaven. He—I can well believe it. He has been engaged six times before.— Fliegende Blatter. , Made Sure of It. Molly—When you spoke to father, did you tell him you had $500 in the bank? George—Yes. Molly—And what did he i yp George—He borrowed it.—Sketchy ts. 1 CYPRESS KNEES. ow They Are Formed—Trees’ Curious Blunt Roots. The cypress knee is a familiar object | in all the jowland forests of the south, | but there are thousands of northern | people who have never seen them, and | there are many southern people, too, | who have not seen them till they | stumbled over them some dark night. | The knee is of solid wood, has no limbs | or leaves, is anywhere from six inches | to six feet in height, and its rounded top and flattened sides give it very much the shape of a human leg bent at the knee till thigh and calf are brought together; hence the appropriate name of “knee.” For a number of years I was curious as to what part the knees played in the life of a cypress tree, writes a cor- respondent of Forest and Stream, for they are part of its root system and do not grow independently. They were not sprouts, trying to grow into trees, for they never developed branches, and the final conclusion was that their only use was for people to stumble over. How and why such useless appendages to the tree were formed was a mys- tery until one day when drifting down a deep channel which had been washed through a cypress swamp the secret was exposed. The earth had been washed away from the roots of some of the trees, and roots in all stages of growth were in sight. None of these roots was less than two and one-half inches thick and of uniform size clear to their tips or rather clear to their blunt ends, for there was no tip. Nature intended these roots to grow in soft mud, and they were all right for that purpose, but when the blunt end of a root encountered something too hard to push through it bent or buckled in the line of least resistance, and this was generally toward the top of the ground, and the continuing | growth of the root pushing the bend further upward made the bend closer, until finally the two arms of the bend | were close together and they grew to- gether, with one sheet of bark inclos- | ing both. STUDY YOUR HORSE. If the Animal Has Mental Troubles, Try to Remedy Them. To begin with, does your horse suffer from nostalgia or homesickness? Most horses do, and many really pine away and die from no other cause, We can at least, by making the poor creature thoroughly comfortable, do all in our power to “give his pain surcease” and to make him happy and contented, for than homesickuess of the acute and chronic form men knows few more wearing ailments, Is your horse's dis- position sociable or misanthropic? You don't know? Well, why not find out? Does it irritate him to have his yoke- mate or neighbors eating noisily and visibly while he does? Is privacy evi- dently his preference? Very well, then, by boards or zinc or tin or canvas shut off both sides of his stall at the head so that Lhe may eat in peace and live the isolated life which he prefers. If he lays back his ears or snaps at his neighbors or fidgets and kicks at the partitions, ete, he does not fancy company—at least at mealttmes—and he will be better, do better and (here the pocket comes in) keep more cheaply if you cater to his fancy. If, on the contrary, a “shy feeder,” let him see others eat; even let him by a simple arrangement feed from the same man- ager ns one of his neighbors, which Is to be tied up short until Master Dainty lias eaten all he will, when, upon al- lowing the neighbor to partake, the fas- tidions one will redouble his efforts to eat just to spite the late comer at the feast, The writer has used this plan with many poor feeders from race horses down and always with the best results.—F. M. Ware In Outing Maga- zine. He Hadn't Changed a Bit. The Smiths had invited the minister to dinner. As the last course was reached little Willie, who had been closely watching the guest almost con- tinually through the meal, looked over at him once more and said: “You haven't changed a bit since vou started eating, have you, Mr, Cur- tis?" “Why, no,” laughed the minister. “Why do you ask that question?’ “Because,” blurted Willie, confused by the pairs of eyes focused on him, “pecause I heard pa tell ma you'd make a big hog of yourself as soon as you got your eye on the corned beef and cabbage.”— Bohemian Magazine, He Had Had Some Help. The man who applied at headquar- ters for a “little help” from the char- itable association set forth his case with so much tact and moderation that the secretary was beginning to be fa- vorably impressed, “I can’t ask them to do too much,” the applicant said modestly. “You see,” he continued, in an outburst of delicacy and ingenuousness, “they paid for my wedding last month, and ‘twas a real swell one.”—Youth’s Com- panion. Pain of a Wooden Leg. “Barney's wooden leg has been pain- ing 'lm of late,” said Scholes to his wife. “How can that be?” Scholes irritably. “Mrs. Barney has been thrashing 'im with it,” was the explanation. asked Mrs. The Twins. Cholmondely—You and your sister are twins, are you not? Marjoribanks —We were when we were children, Now, however, she Is five years young- er than I.—Cleveland Leader. i se ——— Reason serves when pressed, but hon- est instinct comes a volunteer.—Pope. RRS ANCESTRAL APPETITES. %.ubie Feats of Some Famous Feeders ¢f Bygone Days. A generation holding critical views | en a man's intelligent, or unwise, choice of parents is not likely to in- Gulge In ancestor worship. But there ure at least one or two things in which sar ancestors were fruly greater than we of the present ds ¢ can ever aspire to be. Take them, for instance, at ta- | ble. If ancient books on table eti- | 1eette are to be taken seriously, and | there is no reason why they should not be, the ancestor was in the habit 1 of gnawing bones a la chien and of | disposing of them by the simple means | i the actual property of t.c | of throwing them under the table or | over his shoulder. He worked hard | with his hands in the dishes, when a | succulent but slippery mprsel refused | to come to him by means of knife and | fork. He used his table napkin for unspeakable purposes and his fork in utter forgetfulness as comb or tooth- | brush. In one sense, therefore, he did not know how to eat. Meanwhile, in another, he was truly great for the | quantities of food which he caused to | disappear at a single meal were noth- | ing short of marvelous, | The records preserved of the ances- | tor's feats of the fork (and the finger) | are woefully thin, but now and again | one of these very human documents { In the form of a menu is unearthed and tells its own story. Such is the following list of dishes served in 1334 | to a worthy citizen of Valencia on the | occasion of his taking unto himself*a wife. Across the space of close upon the six centuries the cranes and lam- preys, the peacocks and boar's head of the feast made fine display. This is the order in which the fourteenth cen- tury wedding breakfast was served: MENU. | Roast crane, venison, lamprey. i: Peacock, pheasant, guinea fowl, osprey, | snipe, pike, | Baked pomegranates, burnt almonds, veg- i etables, fish. | Eel ple and toast. Galantine of sprats and cheese cakes. i Peacock, crane, pheasant. Crayfish, boar"s head and savouries. Figs, medlars and wafers. | Wines. Saint Jangon, Branne, Burgundy and Hock. The Italians also were famous feed- lers and seem to have distinguished | themselves in particular during the early days of the renaissance. The Bourbons valiantly followed suit, one of the most distinguished successes be- ing scored by Louis XIV, of whom an | eyewitness wrote: “I often saw him | eat four plates of soup, a whole pheas- ant, a guinea fowi, a large dish of | salad, several slices of mutton with | garlic sauce, two large slices of ham, a | dish of cake and dessert.” The threats | of his physicians finally reduced his | majesty to such meager fare as two | plates of pigeon broth and three roast fowls. According to Arenberg, the ! great king was later in life subject to | attacks of indigestion. | The little suppers in the reign of the | next Louis, though on a slightly less gigantic scale, are still sufficiently im- pressive. The Marquise d’Artenay, for instance, put before her guests after they came from the theater and before they went on to a dance this collation: Pigeon soup, with lentils and carrots. Chicken broth. Patties of fowl, veal, capon, pheasants, guinea fowl. A Sweetbread and roast poulets. Baked starlings, wood pigeons, wild duck and snipe. Cakes. Sweets. Fruit. It seems a pity no record is preserved of what happened at the dance follow- ing this supper party. A Big Fan. A good deal of royal significance has been given to fans. They were sym- bols of authority in Mexico before the conquest. Queen Mary of England re- ceived on New Year's day in 15566 “7 fannes to keep the hete of the fyre.” Queen Elizabeth favored the custom that a fan was the only present a sov- ereign could receive from a subject. Fans have not always been dainty tri- fles. Jean de Balzac, a French writer of the seventeenth century, wrote from Italy during the reign of Louis XIV. of the enormous fans in use there sus- | pended from the ceiling and worked by four servants. He says, “I have a fan that makes wind enough in my cham- ber to wreck a ship.” The Stone Was Not Thrown. Genevieve's father occupied the pul- pit. “Let him who is without sin among you be first to cast a stone,” he chose for a text. Genevieve listened earnestly to the ensuing discourse. At the close of the service her mother tried in vain to dislodge her from the ministerial pew. Genevieve stood her ground till the rest of the congregation had passed out, then she looked up with a sigh of relief. “Well,” she said, “I guess they've all sinned. Anyhow, nobody threw it.”—New York Globe. A Thorough Optimist. “Father,” said the small boy, “what is an cptimist?”’ “An optimist, my son, is a man who believes the weather bureau when its predictions are favorable and who con- gratulates himself on its unreliability when they are not.”—Washington Star. ———————————— Its Hours. “This watch will last a lifetime,” re- marked the jeweler as he handed the watch to the customer. “Nonsense!” retorted the other. “Can't 1 see for myself that its hours are numbered?’ Not Inherited. Fond Papa—My baby says such bright things! Dyspeptic Uncle—And yet you want me to believe in this rot about heredity.—Baltimore Americ.n. Garrick tried to abolish prologues and epilogues, but the audiences of his day would not consent. CUSTOMS OFFICIALS. Those of England Called the Most Obliging and Helpful. There is no country where the mat- ter of landing from American passen- ger ships is so easy and so expeditious- Iy done as England, says the Travel gazine. Of course it is a free wade ccuntry, the freest in the whole world. There are duties levied on tobacco and spirits, but travelers are allowed a Ralf pound of tobacco in any shape and 4 half pint of spirits, which a! in cludes perfume. Sugar is dudalle. whether in grain, sweets or in jam, but a small quantity is freely pasced. In ull cases, however, these coods vist be piasFen jor and be for his use an! control. Cocoa, coffee and tea are also dutlable, as are reprints of English Docks, Outside of these things, as nated, passengers can | bring in anything — motors, cycles, i horses, but not dogs, which animals a not to exceed six months’ quarantine awaits. Keep dogs on the American side. The customs officials are life ap- pointees—under the civil service—and will be found most obliging and help- ful. In fact, they are a model to the customs world. Tell the truth at all times to these officials and you will be all right. They are marvelously keen on spotting the supposedly smart liar. Lying doesn’t pay “annyhow, Hinnes- sy!” at home or abroad. TESTATORS’ LAST WISHES. Strange Requests Regarding the Ar- rangement of Funerals. Sir James Colquhoun's desire to be buried in full evening dress costume ! recalls, says the London Standard, cu- | rious last wishes of other testators. George Herring directed that his re- mains should lie beneath a sundial at the Haven of Rest, Maidenhead. Queen Victoria planned the entire programme for her funeral, even choosing the mu- sic to be played, the anthems to be sung. A couple of months ago a young lady | who died at Reigate on the eve of her wedding was buried in her bridal dress, the friends who were to have been her bridesmaids attending the funeral in the gowns which they should have worn at the wedding and carrying in place of wreaths the wedding bou- quets. More singular was the funeral of Major General Algernon Stewart at Hascombe, Surrey. The coffin was drawn to the grave by the dead man's liorse. The mourners walked, and the bearers wore old fashioned smocks, ° each with its collar adorned with a text. The same men appeared in their mourning garments at the church serv- ice on the following Sunday. Disqualified. Although Mrs. Harlow loved her hus- band and admired what she considered his good points, it was a never ending source of amazement to her that he had been chosen to fill the office of mayor for three successive terms. “Everybody knows how much I think of James,” she said in a dazed way to one of her husband's cousins. “I always said and always should say that he is as good as gold. But if you'll tell me whether you think a man who is color blind and who brings home toys that won't go when you wind them and who still thinks I could like olives if I'd only try is fit for such a position why, all I can say is I don't.” —~Youth's Companion. A Chinese Idea of Foreigners. The following is a quite modern Chi- nese conception of the foreigners’ treatment of infectious cases: “If an epidemic broke out two foreigners took the sick away and put them in a little room, washed them with lime water and then locked them up so that no one could see them on purpose that they might soon die and not propagate the disease. Wives and children might cry and weep, but the foreigner would but drive them away with sticks, for until dead no one must see those faces again. Better for all of us to jump in- to the sea than submit to this."— South China Post. Antiquity of an Old Tune. When Napoleon's army was in Egypt in 1799 and the band struck up the tune which in England is set to the song “We Won't Go Home Till Morn- ing” its effect on the Bedouins was electrical, They leaped and shouted and embraced one another deliriously. They averred that they were listening to the oldest and most popular tune of their people. It is thought that the tune was brought to Europe from the dark continent in the eleventh century by the Crusaders.—St. James’ Gazette. The Appetite. “The appetite,” said the physician, “ig always a consideration of great im- “Yes,” answered the man who is painfully economical. “If you have a poor one you worry about your health, and if you have a good one you worry about the expense.”—Washington Star, PF In Ignorance. “Your husband seems to have an ex- alted opinion of you,” remarked the bride's aunt. “He says you are his right hand.” “Yes,” rejoined the young wife, with a sigh, “but he's one of those men who never let their right hand know what their left hand does.” Wrong Man. “You understand,” said the captain, “that we want a secretary who is thor- oughly accustomed to managing men,’ “In that case,” answered the appll- cant sadly, “I'm afraid it's not me you want, but my wife.” Money does all things, It makes honest men and knaves, fools and phi- losophers.—L'Estrange.
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