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By One on Medical Duty in that Far Eastern
Country. Odorless Roses. Silk Weavers and
Peddlers Who Will Do You. Monkeys Every-
where and Song Birds in Profusion .
Dear Home Folk:
Have I told you that the white single
roses grow wild here; they are ramblers
and will fling themselves over a good
sized tree or bush, the flowers come out
in the greatest profusion and the tree
looks as though a white sheet had been
thrown over it, while the fragrance is de-
licious. There is also the pink variety
but, unlke those at home, they have no
odor at all. The plants and fruits grow
to a good size here but have only size—no
taste and no particular beauty—just size.
The government employees are dress-
ed in bright scarlet coats and you have
no idea how pretty the effect is among
these green woods. Most of the ser-
vants are dressed in green and brown,
quite in keeping with the brown
earth and trees, and such a relief after
the dead white clothes always worn by
the servants on the plains, and yet they
must be washed occasionally, while these
are never cleaned and I judge they eat,
sleep and live in them.
This morning I went to the opening of
the Salvation Army industrial sale. The
Army, as usual, is working among the
eriminal classes alinost entirely, and to
see the work they do among these na-
tives, who do nothing perhaps but steal
or murder, is truly wonderful. I saw
two little native boys, perhaps six and
eight years of age, preparing the silk
from the cocoons for having it made in-
to weaver’s thread for weaving. Others
were weaving silk cloth, and some of it
was beautiful—forty-two inches wide, of
course the price was high—$1.60 a yard.
All the elite of Simla was there, Lady
Hardy, the viceroy's wife opening the
show; Lady Dane, the Governor's wife, and
several others whom I did not know; alse
all the big native's wives, so that for
once I saw the society of India, and again
my Americanism came up and I must
say I prefer my American crowds, if it
is necessary to mix with folks in bunch.
es. Truly I wish I were not so antagonis-
tic to English people, but I don't like the
majority. Those I have met have been
very kind to me.
Another Indian custom that may intei~
est you, as it has me is this; a man
called the “box-walla” brings his pack to
your door and he will have rugs (Persian
and native,) shawls, pillow covers, em-
broidered and drawn work, table cloths
and curtains, many so exquisite that you
wish you could buy the whole lot. He
squats down on the ground and you
stand or sit while he displays his goods,
telling you the price which, without fail,
is from three to five times the actual val.
ue. Then the bargaining begins, and
you offer and he refuses for perhaps halt
an hour. The price you offer may be
only one-seventh what he has asked, but
you, knowing what these things should
cost, won't give more and finally, almost
without fail, you are given the thing at
your own valuation—providing you stick
to it; bnt it makes you furious when
along comes some one, who knows more
about it, and gets the same thing for two
or three rupees less. You then and
there vow you will not buy another thing
but your good resolutions go up in smoke
when you see the pretty things and only
the bottom of your purse finally forces
you to look at the stars and forget those
pretty things spread on the ground. The
man having done all the business he can,
(and you as well) packs up his budget
and goes off to come back tomorrow. So
each day, as we come out from lunch
one must wade through these wares.
JUNE 12th.
I must tell you of the monkeys. I
spoke of them being areund everywhere
and really thought them rather interest-
ing. Well, that interest faded the past
week when one night Miss Webb and I
had been laughing about something when
we heard a scurry like cats under our
beds. Up we got immediately and under
the beds we looked, but not a thing did
we see. That was the beginning of a
night wherein those horrid monkeys
played a game of tag over our roof
which, unfortunately, is of tin; and
neither of us had sense enough to go out
and throw stones at the intruders, but I
slept all the next day to make up for it,
The next night was just the same. I
stood it for awhile and then, donning my
kimona went out and threw stones at
anything and everything I saw. They
departed, but only to return last night.
This time I started in early for with the
first patter of furry feet out I flew, and
the stones too, and ours was a peaceful,
dreamless sleep. Tonight I will collect
my stones before dark and be on the safe
side. If we are descended from this
brand of beasts I know where some peo-
ple get their persistence.
The magazines I receive from home
are like an oasis on a dessert for
magazines are not as familiar nor as
good in my sight as those that I have
known all my life. I read them from
cover to cover; in fact my bath water |:
became cold this morning for I had to
read an article before I got out of bed,
The Behrer brought the magazines in
with our early tea.
The birds on these hills have exqusite.
. SiMLA, JUNE 8th. i
REWARD FOR HER TROUBLE
wishes for a change. I had scarcely ex-
we are in a world alone as all the sur-
rounding hills and valleys are behind the
veil. The natives of better class have
umbrellas but the “costiro” are now pass-
ing with their heads draped in a white
cloth and make one think of “restless
spirits” from another world. Their feet
and legs are bare to the middle thigh,
(always thin but in these hill folk mus- |
cular) then, just as though you take a
sheet of heavy white muslin and hang it |
over your head, they go about protected,
as they think from the rain, to add to |
arms, and I splashed the cold water
over my wrists, and I felt a lot better.
And when I looked in the glass my
face wasn't so red as you might ex-
pect. So I thought I'd go, after all.
“Well, when my husband saw me
the ghostliness of the mist. Two women ' getting ready, he washed, too, and put
“purdale,” have evidently been calling in on his clean clothes, and I said: ‘I de-
the servant's quarters below the house | clare, you look real nice!’ and he said,
and now silently and slowly they have 6 ‘Well, come to think of it, you look
drifted out of the mist to be again en. Teal nice, too” Of course he's partial,
gulfed and I would almost think I was; 101 3% dove a body good to hear it
i y yway.
Ristakon, bl 1 ae seen them coming | “It seems as if our minister always
down s morning. knew just what I needed, and I
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| thought the sermon that Sunday was
ja | meant for me. It was practical and
ONE MAN LEARNS WISDOM
! gave you lots of comfort, too. You
| know the kind of sermon I mean,
At Least to the Extent of Ceasing to |
Wonder What Women Do In i
don't you?
h en church was out, and I was
' standing in the vestibule, waiting for
Their “Spare Time.” ; | my husband to bring the buggy round,
. the minister came out, and what do
I come to you with bowed head, re-
pentant, O Womankind! I have talked’
much, during the years, of woman's
sphere. Aye, much too much. I haste
toward you with a thousand pardons
to be begged. :
I am no longer stewing in my ig-
norance. I am cognizant of great
truth. I do not apologize for saying
that woman has a sphere. But I should
have mentioned that it is a lop-sided
sphere, ‘
Today, for two hours, I tested the
possibilities of woman's sphere. For |
two hours I minded the baby, I tabu- |
late my activities thus: |
8:30 a. m.—Novitiate begins,
8:31—Baby wants a cookie. I pro
cure same.
8:32—Baby wants papa to eat cookie.
It is done.
8:33—Baby wants another cookie. |
Certainly.
8:34—Will papa eat this cookie? He
will.
8:35~—Baby wants mamma. Impossi-
bility pointed out. Walls,
8:40—Baby wants to hear watch tick.
Watch ticks for baby.
8:456—Baby wants pretty picture. Plo
ture taken from the wall,
8:45%—Baby does not want pretty
picture. Baby wants sun.
8:46—Baby convinced that sun can't
be had. Walls.
8:47—Baby wants milk,
8:48—Baby does not want milk. Wants
pretty picture.
8:50—See pretty dolly. No. See pret
ty doggie. No. Walls.
8:51—Baby wants to get on daddy's
knee.
8:51%—Baby wants to get down.
2:52—Baby wants cow. What cow?
Cow. Cow? Cow. Where? Cow.
8:53—Brilliant idea. Cow propably
refers to milk. Baby wants milk?
Baby does not want milk. Wants
cow. Cow? Cow. Impossible to get
cow. Wails.
8:54—Baby wants coof. Coof? Coof.
What does baby want? Coof. Dad-
dy in search of ooof. Can't find
coof. Walls.
8:59—Pretty pictare. No. Wails. Ba.
by wants stove. Baby wants sun.
Baby wants coof. Wants cow. Offer
cookie as substitute. No substitute
allowed. Walls.
9 to 10:30—Same as above, with mar
velous variations, including petition
for table, chair, oock (what the
deuce is “oock?®”), lippoo, ningana,
water, more water, pretty dolly, etc,
ete.
I come to you with bowed head, re-
pentant, 0 Womankind. I have spoken
much of woman's sphere. And I have
wondered what women do in their
spare time. Heaven forgive mel—
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| you think he said to me?
| “He sald, "Mrs. Radford, I want to
tell you how much you encourage me.
| Preaching in the summer {is hard
| work. So many people go away; so
many find it easy to stay at home:
, church work reaches a low ebb. But
every Sunday, rain or shine, I know
you and your husband will be here. I
know how hard you work; and when I
see you sitting there, reverent and
prayerful and attentive, you are a real
help and inspiration, and I want to
tell you so.’
“Well, sir, I didn’t know what to
! say. I stood there looking foolish, 1
guess. But wasn’t it good of him to
say that? I knew all the time my
going to church was doing me good,
but who'd have thought that I was en.
couraging the minister?”—Youths
Companion.
Drastic Marriage Rules.
Marriage is regarded as something
in the nature of a serious offense by
the state post, telegraph and tele-
phone authorities of Russia.
One of the most rigid clauses in the
service regulations issued by the di- |
rector of the department of posts and |
telegraphs decrees that a male or |
male clerk in the combined servi {
desiring to marry must choose his |
her consort from among the postal or |
telegraphic personnel, under the
alty of dismissal and loss of pension.
A peculiar instance of the working |
of the rule occurred quite recently. |
A male telegraph operator for some |
slight delinquency was dismissed from
the service. This involved the neces-
sity of his wife, also a telegraph op- |
erator, sending in her resignation, i
despite her long service and excellent |
record. The poor woman, without |
means and with three small children
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“I do, John,” answered the maiden.
“Is it because I have no fortune?” |
“Not at all.”
“Is it my looks?” ;
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FESTIVAL RESEMBLES A RIOT
Remarkable Scenes Attending the
Muharram When It Is Held In
Populous Hindu City.
The festival of the Muharram at
Udaipur is always big with possi-
bilities of trouble. One-fourth of the
population is Mohammedan, the other
three-fourths are mainly Hindu, and
the Mewar Hindu is distinctly of the
vigorous type. The day is made a
general holiday, and the scores of tall
policemen have a busy time.
We were given seats on the roof of
one of the lower structures connected
with the temple of Jagannath, so the
time of waiting was comfortably pass-
ed. In fact, it was all too short, for
each moment offered its own enter-
tainment, although one needed little
besides the throng itself, filling the
square and overflowing to the neigh-
boring balconies and roofs.
Just beneath us was an athletic ex-
hibition—dancing, tumbling and what
not. At one point an old Hajput war
rior entered the circle, and calling
three boys from the crowd, bade them
lie down. When an apple had been
placed on each little brown neck the
swordsman, never interrupting the
rhythmic dance, clove each apple with
his flashing blade; and the unaffright-
ed youngsters ran back gleefully to
their friends.
Just when a Western crowd might
have been growing impatient we heard
the beating of drums and clashing of
swords mingled with the wild cries
of the devotees. Soon the procession
poured into the square. Surely if
ever a festival was calculated to rouse
men to fanatical madness, it was this.
As every one knows, the Muharram
commemorates the death of the grand-
sons of the prophet; and over all is
heard the piercing cry of, “Hasan!
Husain!” The drums roar madly;
wild-eyed priests beat their breasts;
another group brandishes gleaming
swords. But the tall policemen keep
them from tarrying long in any one
spot, and the tazzias move slowly past.
In front of the foremost bier we no-
ticed a man rolling over and over
along the rough road, while his friends
fanned him in his evident distress. It
‘was simply the fulfilment of a vow.
The poor wretch had prayed that a
man child be vouchsafed him, swear-
ing to go to the whole route of the
procession with his hands and feet
tightly bound if only his ery was,
hear. The boy had come, and he was
paying the price. Ever the cry for the
man child—F. B. R, Hellems, in Har
per's Magazine.
Extreme Precocity.
It has long been noted that many
precocious children die young, and
that extreme precocity being in the
nature of disease, should be a subject
of the gravest care. Medical authori.
ties hold that in a highly precocious
child the exercise of the intellect,
: whether in lessons or otherwise,
‘ should be controlled, not, as is too
often the case, unduly stimulated if
there is any desire that the child live
to: maturity. The annals of precocity
present no more remarkable instance
than the brief career of Christian
Heinecker, born at Lubeck, February
6, 1721. At 10 months he could repeat
every word said to him; at 12 months
he knew by heart all the principal
events told in the five books of Moses.
HAT REALLY AN ORNAMENT
English Men and Women of Times
Past Wore Wonderful and Im-
posing Headgear.
Ladies probably did not begin to
wear hats until about the tenth cen-
tury, if so early, and then it was the
lofty headdress draped with some ma-
terial, which it must have been most
trying to keep on indoors, and quite
impossible to wear in a wind.
According to the “Anatomy of
Abuses,” written in Queen Elizabeth's
time, ladies’ hats were very nearly
as perplexing then as they are to
day.
“These fashions be rare and strange,
s0 is the stuff whereof the hats be
made divers also; for some are of
silke, some of velvet, some of taffeta
and some of wool, and which is more
curious, some of a ~ertain kind of fine
haire, these they cali beaver hats.”
In the reign of Henry VIII, hats as-
sumed a “graat richnesse and beau-
tie,” but in the time of the first James
they became even more ornate, jewels
of price and occasionally small mir
rors being used in their adornment.
At times of revelry the gallants wore
feathers in their hats, which were said
to be one of the “fairest ensigns of
their braverie.”
But for adornment men's hats were
in their zenith in the days of Charles.
The big felt hats with the long feath-
er saucily curled around them, fast.
ened with a buckle often of great
value, gave a dashing air to the cava.
liers, which absolutely cast the tall
solemn hats of the Puritans and
“Psalm singers” into the shade.
The monster hats of the time of the
empire were almost as big as “the
Merry Widow” of modern fame, and in
shape today they were positively
unique. Men's hats have suffered
great changes since the time of
Charles, and it is more than doubtful
if they will ever again become
ornate.
Indeed, save in very remote parts of
Wales where the old women still—
some of them—wear the high-crowned
steeple hat, there is nothing especially
peculiar about the headgear of the
English peasantry.
HAD REMNANT OF HONESTY
Admitted Thief Returned Borrowed
Money, Though He Couldn't Tell
Why He Did Seo.
“Here is the dollar I borrowed from
you today,” said a shabby individual,
tendering the money to a fellow lod-
ger in a Bowery hotel. “I flimmed a
bookmaker three times this after
noon.”
“Flimmed ?”
“In one pocket I carried a number
of one dollar bills each crumpled up
by itself. When a circus visitor
bought candy he sometimes tendered
a ten dollar bill in payment. Quick-
ly crumpling the bill I would thrust
it into my pocket where I kept the
ones. Then I would hastily thrust a
bill back into his hand and exclaim:
“‘l can't change it now, old man,
see me after the show!
“To distract the victim's attention
1 would always thrust an extra sup-
ply of candy into his pocket. Invari-
ably he would disappear, thinking he
had the best of the bargain, whereas
he had paid just $9 for a few cents
worth of candy, as the bill thrust into
his hand was one which I had sub-
stituted for his ten.
“But my long career as a flimflam-
mer spoiled me for all honest en-
deavor. I have lately earned a pre-
carious livelihood by placing bets with
bookmakers who pay commission of
ten per cent. on all business brought
to them.
“When I have a five dollar bet to
place I never hand it over in one bill,
but always convert it into ones. Two
of these I keep. The other three by a
simple trick I fold in the middle and
by a sleight of hand movement cause
the bookmaker to believe he is receiv-
ing $6, because six ends are displayed
to him.
“In this manner I realized $6 this
; afternoon in addition to the ten per
i cent. commission of the bookmaker
on $15 which I caused him to think
he received. In other words, my
| total earnings for the day are $7.50,
i and you must admit this is pretty
: good for a has been.”
| “But, my good man,” gasped the
lender, “if you make your living dis-
| honestly in this manner, why have you
French Cinema and Actors.
Rough seas were sweeping over the
beach at a Normandy resort, as they |
did all last summer. Into the break-
ers plunged two men and a woman,
and lookers-on were aghast at their te- {
merity. They swam in the huge’
waves safely until the lady suddenly |
sank. The beach cried with horror. |
. The two men dived for the drowning
| woman.
The beach watched the res
cue breathlessly. At last the lady
| was brought ashore by her two sav.
In his second year he learned the
greater part of the history in both the
Old and New Testaments. In his third
year he learned to speak Latin and
French. In his fourth year he made a
study of religion and was able not only
to repeat ail he had read, but to ex-
press his own judgment upon it. He
being weak he fell ill and died
une 27, 1725, when little more
4 years old, which should be a
warning to parents not to push their
precocious youngsters too hard.
Very Appreciative.
A story about Secretary of Interior
Affairs Henry Houck concerns a tle
and an overcoat.
Mr. Houck one day last winter met
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“Quite so. Still, it is imperative for leave neat, wide margins on
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time tables occasionally.”
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fors, and, first aid having been ap-
plied, she revived and went to her
box to dress. The names of the he-
roes were ascertained. They were
two Paris actors, one of whom, M.
Pierre Magnier, has often appeared
by the side of Mme, Sarah Bernhardt,
The lady they had saved was an
actress, also. Throughout the thrill
ing rescue a cinematographer had
been operating. The scene had been
arranged beforehand, and the three
rash bathers had received a fee for
their services. It is to be hoped fit
was a handsome one. Performing for
the up-to-date cinematographer is no
safe job.—Paris Correspondence Lon-
don Telegraph. .
Chinese River Boats.
The rivers of China are notable for
the queer unrigged craft that throng
their reaches in the neighborhood of
towns. The handsomest of these is
the Hwa Ting, or flower boat. Many !
of the pretty craft form the resort
or dwelling place of China's sing-song
girls, while others are held for hire,
as are our houseboats and yachts, for
pleasure excursions. These are pro-
pelled by long oars, or poles, in the
‘hands of servants who tread a nar-
row gangway running along their
length.
These river boats are the homes, of-
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the bank with the bow fastened to a
long hawser, extending for perhaps a
thousand feet up or down the stream,
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Plants can be left on the window
sill at night in very cold weather if
a newspaper is placed between the
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; him blink.
- his mate. Joe Morgan rubbed his
- chosen to keep faith with me by re-
turning the dollar you borrowed?”
“I don't quite understand it myself,”
admitted the flimflammer. “I only
know that I feel disgraced if I work
for money honestly.”—New York
Herald.
What Quieted Him.
It was the first time that John
Willie, aged four, had ever faced the
camera—at least, since he had begun
to take a live interest in things.
“Now, my little dear,” said the pro-
tographer, “if you'll just keep still a
moment we shall soon have a pleasant
picture.”
But nothing on earth would induce
John Willie to keep still.
“If you'll just go outside, madam,”
the artist said, after he had tried
for half an hour, “I think I can man-
age it all right.”
John Willie's mother went out, for
she, too, was tired of the strain. And,
behold! Five minutes later the pho-
tographer smilingly assured her that
all was well. As for John Willie, he
was as meek as a lamb. Only when
they reached home did his mother at
tempt to discover the reason,
“Muvver,” John Willle explained,
“he looked ter’ble at me, and said:
‘Now, then, you ugly little beast, if
you don’t keep your twisting carcass
still, I'll skin you alive!” That's why
I kept quiet.”—Exchange.
Asiatic Creeds.
Few people realize the growth of
Asiatic cults and religions in America.
It is stated on apparently good au.
thority that this country now holds
15,000 sun worshipers, and an equal
number of Buddhists.
Probably ten times as many per
sons have covered the Oriental basis
of their new creed with a veneer of
western Christianity. The number of
dabblers in the “mystic” cults of India
mow among us cannot be guessed.
There is no cause for alarm at this
growth of Orientalism. Neither is it a
thing to be proud of. Mysticism, sen-
and cannot fit the busy life of our land
today, and for that very reason they
will make no dangerous progress in
this land.
. The growth of pagan Orientalism
in America is remarkable, but, after
all, it touches only the fringe of our
Thought He Had Them,
In the days of the continuous at the
Olympic an occasional professional
visitor was a clown with an educated
pig. He used to take the pig out with
him when he had finished his act and
had him harnessed up like a trick
pooch with a collar, shoulder straps
and a leading string. In this way the
grunter trotted along the street at just
his master's gait.
Out of the hotel across the way
eame a gan who had been hitting ‘er
up for a week, during which time he
had remained up all night and had
slept all day. It was his first ven-
ture out in a strong light, and it made
Along came the clown and
eyes and halted the vaudeville actor.
“Tell me,” he asked earnestly, “is
that a dog or a pig?”
“Why, it's a pig, you rummy,” was
. the answer. “What's the matter with
; you!”
“Thank heaven!” exclaimed Joe
Morgan fervently; “it's a pig! it's a
pig!"—Chicago Post,
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