Sefiefonts, pa, oly i. 1909. THE GREAT PHARAOH. Moremheb Did More For Egypt, Per- haps, Than Any Other. Horemheb at the time of his acces- sion was forty-five years of age, full of energy and vigor and passionately the maintenance of some- substituted the practical for the vision: ary, and to Amun and order his grate- ful subjects were able to cry, “The sun of him who knew thee not has set, but he who knows thee shines; the sanctuary of him who assailed thee is overwhelmed in darkness, but the whole earth is now in light.”—Arthur E. P. Welgall in Century. BELLS OF THE BASTILLE. They Are Hung In a Little Rustic Building In Paris, The bells of the Bastille are still in Paris in a litle court in Avenue d'Ey- lau, where they are hung in a little rustic building. There is no doubt as to their authenticity. They carry in relief their story. “These three bells were made by Louls Cheron, founder to the court, for the royal Bastille in the year 1761.” Fleurs-de-lis, crosses | and sacred figures adorn the legend. The bells formerly were part of the clock installed by M. Sartine in 1764. In the archives de I'arsenal are all the documents relative to the work. On July 14, 1780, the balls of the assailants stopped the clock of the Bastille at a quarter past 5 in the even- ing. Palloy, who demolished the pris- on, three davs later received the order to deliver the clock to the commander of the Paris militia, who transported it no one knows whither. After the revolution the bells were found at the foundries of Roullly-sur-Andelle, in Eure, where, under the reign of ter- ror, the church bells were converted into money. The proprietor of the foundry was Interested in these relics and did not melt them. He installed the three bells In his works with the movement of the clock. By this time the dial plate had disappeared and the figures which belonged to it. Some years ago the bells were transferred from the Rouilly foundry to Paris, and there they have since remained.—Lon- don Globe. The French Academy. The French academy is gne of the five academies and the most eminent constituting the Institute of France. It was founded in 1635 by Cardinal Rich- ellen and reorganized in 1816. It is composed of forty members, the new member elected by the remaining thir- ty-nine members for life after person- al application and the submission of the nomination to the head of the state. It meets twice weekly and is “the highest authority on everything pertaining to the niceties of the French language—to grammar, rhetoric and poetry and the publication of the French classics.” The chief officer is the secretary, who has a life tenure of his position. A chair in the academy is the highest ambition of most lter- ary Frenchmen. Why Men's Hats Have a Bow. A bow is always to be found on the left side of a man's hat. This is a sur- vival of the old days when hats were costly articles. In order to provide against the hat being blown away in stormy weather a cord or ribbon was fastened around the crown, with ends hanging so that they could be fastened to part of the attire or could be grasped by the hand. The ends fell on the left side, of course, as the left hand is more often disengaged than the right. When not required it was usual for the ends to be tied in a bow. The bow became smaller and smaller, but it still remains and is likely to do 80 as long as men wear hats, tm————r— Preparing For a Siege. Wife—The last time I asked you to give me some money you sald you couldn't because the cashier was sick. Now you say it's the treasurer. Hus- band—I know it. He caught it from the cashier, and now I'm afraid the secretary will get it.—Life, A Queer Attack. “Some people can stand on the top of a high building and look down,” said Mrs. Lapsing, “but I can’t. It al- ways gives me an attack of verdigris.” | —Chicago Tribune. Cutting. i Hubby (modestiy)—I was taken by | surprise when you accepted me. Wifey (sarcastically)—Is that so? You | were taken by mistake, if anything.— Kansas City Journal. | G By O. HENRY. [Copyright, 1906, by 8. 8. McClure Co.} RED haired, unshaven, untidy man sat in a rocking chair by a window. He had just lighted a pipe and was puffing blue clouds with great satisfaction. He had removed his shoes and donned a pair of blue, faded carpet slippers. With the morbid thirst of the confirmed dally pews drinker, he awkwardly folded back the pages of an evening paper, eagerly gulping down the strong, black headlines, to be followed as a chaser by the milder details of the smaller type. In an adjoining room a woman was cooking supper. Odors from strong bacon and bolling coffee contended against the cut plug fumes from the vespertine pipe. Outside was one of those crowded streets of the east side in which as twilight falls Satan sets up his re cruiting office. A mighty host of chil- dren danced and ran and played in the street. Above the playground forever hovered a great bird. The bird was known to humorists as the stork. But the people of Chrystie street were bet- ter ornithologists. They called it a vulture, A little girl of twelve came up tim- idly to the man reading and resting by the window and said: “Papa, won't you play a game of checkers with me if you aren't too tired?” The red haired, unshaven, untidy man sitting shoeless by the window answered, with a frown: “Checkers! No; I won't. Can't a man who works hard all day have a little rest when he comes home? Why don't you go out and play with the other kids on the sidewalk?” The woman who was cooking came to the door. “John,” she said, “I don't like for Lizzie to play In the street. They learn too much there that ain't good for 'em. She's been in the house all day long. It seems that you might give up a little of your time to amuse her when you come home.” “Let her go out and play like the rest of 'em if she wants to be amused,” said the red baired, unshaven, untidy man, “and don’t bother me.” - \ * . * * * “You're on,” sald Kid Mullaly. “Fif ty dollars to $25 I take Annie to the dance. Put up.” The Kid's black eyes were snapping with the fire of the baited and chal lenged. He drew out his “roll” and slapped five tens upon the bar. The three or four young fellows who were thus “taken” more slowly produced their stake. “And, oh, what'll be done to you'll be a-plenty.” said a bettor, with antic! patory glee. “That's my lookout,” said the Kid sternly. “Fill 'em up all around. Mike.” After the round Burke, the Kid's sponge, sponge holder, pal, mentor and grand vizier, drew him out to the boot- black stand at the saloon corner, where all the official and important matters of the Small Hours Social club were settled. “Cut that blond out, Kid,” was his advice, “or there'll be trouble. What do you want to throw down that girl of yours for? You'll never find one that'll freeze to you like Liz bas. She's worth a hall full of Annies.” “I'm no Annie admirer!” said the Kid, dropping a cigarette ash on his polished toe and wiping it off on Tony's shoulder. “But 1 want to teach Liz a lesson. She thinks I belong to her. She's been bragging that I daren't speak to another girl. Liz is all right in some ways. She's drinking a little too much lately. And she uses lan guage that a lady oughtn’t.” “You're engaged, ain't you?’ askec Burke. “Sure. We'll get married next year maybe.” “l saw you make her drink her first glass of beer,” said Burke. “That was two years ago, when she used to come down to the corner of Chrystie bare headed to meet you after supper. She was a quiet sort of a kid then and couldn't speak without blushing.” “She's a little spitfire sometimes mow,” said the Kid. “I hate jealousy. That's why I'm going to the dance with Annie. I'll teach her some sense.” “Well, you better look a little out,” were Burke's last words. “If Liz was my girl and I was to sneak out to na dance coupled up with an Annie I'd want a suit of chain armor on under my gladsome rags, all right.” Through the land of the stork-vul- ture wandered Liz. Her black eyes searched the passing crowds fierily, but vaguely. Now and then she hummed bars of foolish little songs. Liz's skirt was green silk. Her waist was a large brown and pink plaid, well fitting and not without style. She wore a cluster of rings of huge imitation rubies and a locket that banged her knees at the bottom of a silver chain. Her shoes were run down over twisted high heels and were strangers to polish. Her hat would scarcely have passed into a flour bar- rel. The “family entrance” of the Blue Jay cale received her. “Whisky. Tommy,” she sald as her éisters farther uptewn murmur, “Champagne, James.” “Sure, Miss Lizzie! What'll the :haser be?” “Seltzer. And, say, Tommy, has the id been around today?” “Nhy, no Miss Lizzie, 1 haven't saw him today.” “I'm lookin' for 'm,” said Liz after K 1 : the chaser had spurted under her nos» “It's got to me that be says he'll take Annie Karlson to the dance. Let him. The pink eyed white rat! I'm lookin for ‘'m. You know me, Tommy. Two years me and the Kid ve been engaged. Look at that ring. Five hundred he said it cost. Let him take her to the dance. What'll 1 do? I'll cut is heart out. Another whisky, Tommy.” “1 wouldn't listen to no such reports. Miss Lizzie.” said the walter smooth- ly from the narrow opening above his chin, “Kid Mullaly's not the guy to throw a lady llke you down. Seltzer on the side?” “Two years,” repeated Liz, softening a little to sentiment under the magic of the distilier's art. “I always used to play out on the street of evenin's ‘cause there was nothin’ doin’ for me at home. For a long time I just sat on doorsteps and looked at the lights and the people goin’ by. And then the Kid came along one evenin' and sized me up, and I was mashed on the spot for fair. The first drink he made me take I cried all night at home and got a lickin’ for makin’ a noise. And now-— say, Tommy, you ever see this Annie Karlson? If it wasn’t for peroxide the chloroform limit would have put her out long ago. Oh, I'm lookin’ for 'm. You tell the Kid if he comes in. Me? I'll cut his heart out. Another whisky. Tommy.” A little unsteadily, but with watch- ful and brilliant eyes, Liz walked up the avenue toward the Small Hours Social club, At 9 o'ciock the president, Kid Mul- laly, paced upon the floor with a lady on his arm. As the Lorelei's was her balr golden. Her “yes” was softened to a “yah,” but its quality of assent was patent to the most Mlilesian ears. She stepped upon her own train and blushed, and—she smiled into the eyes of Kid Mullaly. And then as the two stood in the middle of the waxed floor the thing happened to prevent which many lamps are burning nightly in many studies and libraries. Out from the circle of spectators in the hall leaped Fate in a green silk skirt under the nom de guerre of Liz. Her eyes were hard and blacker than Jet. She did not scream or waver. Most unwomanly she cried out one oath, the Kid's own favorite oath and in his own deep voice, and then while the Small Hours Social club went fran- tically to pleces she made good he: boast to Tommy, the waiter—made good as far as the length of her knife blade and the strength of her arm per- mitted. Liz ran out and down the street swift and true as a woodcock flying through a grove of saplings at dusk. And then followed the big city's big- gest shame, handed down from a long ago century of the basest barbarity— the hue and cry. Nowhere but in the big cities does it survive, and here most of all, where the ultimate perfec- tion of culture, citizenship and alleged superiority joins bawling in the chase. They pursued, a shrieking mob of fathers, mothers, lovers and maidens. howling, yelling, calling, whistling. crying for blood. Knowing her way and hungry for her surcease, she darted down the fa- miliar ways until at last her feet struck the dull solidity of the rotting pler. And then it was but a few more panting steps, and good mother East river took Liz to her bosom, soothed her muddily. but quickly, and settled in five minutes the problem that keeps lights burning ¢' nights in thousand of pastorates and colleges. ® . . . . * * It's mighty funny what kind of dreams one has sometimes. Poets call them visions, but a vision is only a dream in blank verse. I dreamed the rest of this story. I thought I was in the next world and there was a great crowd of us out- side the courtroom where the judg- ments were going on. And every now and then a very beautiful and impos- ing court officer angei would come out- side the door and call another case in a loud voice. While 1 was considering my own wordly sins and wondering whether there would be any use of my trying to prove an alibi by claiming that 1 lived in New Jersey the bailiff angel came to the door and sang out, “Case No. 99,852,743!" Up stepped a plain clothes man— there were lots of "em there, dressed exactly like preachers and hustiing us spirits around just as cops do on earth —and by the arm he dragged—whom. do you thirk? Why, Liz! The court officer took her inside and closed the door. 1 went up to Mr. Fly Cop and inquired about the case. “A very sad ome,” says he, laying the points of his manicured fingers to- gether—*an utterly incorrigible girl. I am special terrestrial officer, the Rer. Jones. The case was assigned to me. The gir! murdered her fiance and com- mitted suicide. She had no defense. My report to the court relates the facts in detail, all of which are substanti- ated by reliable witnesses. The wages of sin is death. Praise the Lord!” The court officer opened the door and stepped out. “Poor girl!” said Special Terrestrial Officer the Rev. Jones, with a tear in his eye. “It was one of the saddest cases that 1 ever met with. 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