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Belletonte, Pa., July 11, 1913.
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THE PICCANINNY AND THE CZAR.
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up and down in imitation of wooden
shoes, shuffling back and forth over the
earth, or raised high and jerkily in a
mighty effort to buck. The Tn
ience assisted gravely at the perform-
ance by patting time, and about a dozen
sets of little biack hands, enthusiastieal-
working, attested the native negro
talent.
An open victoria with a pair of haugh
bays came sedately down the street
at a sign from the occupant halted, un-
observed for a moment, on the outskirts.
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There was a panic that scattered the
audience and the star as if by magic; but
for a full minute after the street was as
bare as a board Angela sat staring
thoughtfully at the cabin. Then, to the
surprise of the driver, she dismounted,
passed through the gate and ra at
the door. From i were coming
walls of admonishment where Aunt
was instructing her young hope-
ful in the art of obedience. For a mo-
ment Angela hesitated. The time did
not seem propitious. It seemed almost
as reckless to enter at that moment as it
would have been to invade a battlefield.
“You will fing you feet, will you? Tak
dat—and dat!” Punctuations were freely
added by loud slapping noises and yowls.
Angela opened the door, twisted her
head sidewise so the magnificent hat
could pass through the opening and dis-
covered the second situation. Aunt
Mandy was seated across a chair. Across
her knees was stretched something that
struggled and spraddled like a crab
caught by the back. Moreover when
Aunt Mandy administered corporeal oe
ishment she believed in spankin re
flesh. There was a final yowl, and Aunt
Mandy, somewhat heated and much con-
fused, stood politely on her feet, bowing
and apologetic, while Douglas Fairfax did
two things at once, thus disproving the
old axion—wiped his eyes with one fist
and dragged a lone “gallus” across his
shoulder with the other. He was indig-
nant,embarrassed and thankful for inter-
vention, a confusion of emotions that
worried his small head.
“That kid can dance some!” Miss De
Vere remarked haughtily, by the way of
overture. "I seen him out in the road.
I'm an artist. Maybe you'd like to give
him a job with me. Maybe I could use
him some.”
Aunt Mandy was puzzled. That word
artist was beyond her ken. Miss Angela
lacked nothing in intuition and hastened
to explain. “Artist! Actress in the
theater! Don't you come over? Well I'm
a-goin’ to put on a new act. I want two
or three kids what can dance to go with
me.”
“Piccaninnies?” Aunt Mandy queried,
still puzzled.
“Yes, and I'd pay well.”
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And then an negotiations that were |
to last several days. Douglas Fairfax
was not included in these, except sur-
reptitiously when Angela Shipped bright
pieces of money in his hand and inti-
mated that if he came with her he would
not only get a chance to see the world,
go on the stage like a minstrel man, but
that silver quarters almost RW on
bushes where he would be en. So
potent were these arguments that he was
n an agony of fear lest Aunt Mandy
should refuse consent, in which event he
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in this enjoyment. They longed for the
days of bare feet, the ragged,
pantaloons and the shirts which no
amount of wrestlingand scuffling could
harm. Hats or caps were a nuisance.
One day in a freak of generosity oc-
casioned by a new and munificent con-
tract Miss Angela decided they were
good piccaninnies and bought each of
them a ring with a tiny diamond chip.
She also told them they would shortly
leave for Russia. The piccaninnies had
no objections. All places away from
home looked alike to them. They an-
nounced their early departure in a mat-
ter of fact way to their fellow playmates
and were given their first scare.
“Going to Russia, are you?” a larger
boy said, in awe-stricken tones. “That's
where they blow people up with bombs.
The men over there always try to kill the
king. Oh, I say! Suppose you were
around when one of the bombs went off!
Piff! Boom! Off to heaven! Farewell!”
Three dusky faces lengthened, and
three sets of eyes rolled until the whites
glistened rapidly. To add to this first
scare they were duly told by the smiling
consul who was explaining the mystery
of passports to them that if they lost
these while they were in Russia they
could never get out. Maybe too they
would be put in one of those dungeons
where the sea lapped the outer walls and
the prisoners were fed on nothing but
salt food and never given a drop of water
to drink until they went mad. The
piccaninnies were greatly worried when
they left the consulate and did not re-
cover from this until at the frontier a big
Russian officer took the papers from Miss
Angela and talked to them in broken
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he ever seen and they amused him.
Gradually they stopped rolling their eyes
and favored him with open faced grins.
He pinched their ears and gave them a
copeck each as he left to examine other
passports. They decided Russia was not
so bad after all.
By dint of the rigorous training he had
undergone Douglas Fairfax had now be-
come the nimblest footed piccaninny that
ever startled European audiences. He
had learned that any new step brought
approval from Miss Angela and im-
had bravely decided to run away from
home. ! with orders to capture any new trick of
“Dat ar woman must sho’ be weak in i the feet from other performers on the
de haid,” Aunt Mandy said on the day | hill. And he had profited th . With-
she bade a tearful good-bye to Douglas | gut knowing it a a a
Fairfax and saw him drive away, newly
clad in a knickerbocker suit with a Lord |
Fauntleroy collar accentuating the shine |
of his face.
Jahs a week off'n my Doug she'sgot to'
t up a heap earlier in the mawnin’ than |
evah did an’ use somethin’ stronger’n a |
lath on him to make him behave him- | entirely dissipated from the imaginative
self!”
By a tedious process of training re-! .
quiring some few weeks Douglas Fairfax | their fist Su outicfdoors they hid
was made ready for his theatrical career.
It was his duty, at. a given signal, to
caper oily on the stage accompanied by
er piccaninnies and a chorus
of the song in which Miss De
popular, and then cuff and
feet across the boards. But
seized with stage fright, and while the
other two worked fast and furiously he
halted in the middle of the stage where
the spot light picked out his agonized | and
face and caused him to blink so rapidly
that he had the appearance of making
the most marvelous goo-goo eyes ever be-
fore introduced to a public. And he
found himself the hit of the show, doon-
ed through his very fright in his appear-
ance in the first chorus to make goo-goo
eyes and dance between whiles.
The piccaninnies were, without realiz-
ing it, the saving clause for the lady who
had been as a trifle passe but
who was now rea enormous salaries
for her “New and Novel Number” in
which the three little blacks did most of
the work to the delight of the audience.
the audience would have been
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munity from punishment. Time and
again he had been stationed in the wings
ture of the number. So it was that when
he clattered his feet on the boards of
the stage at Krestowsky Park Theater
Russian audience sat for a moment
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a hit
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minds of the three little blacks, and on
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The Dietrics
MAGIC AND MUSIC. AT THE 1913 CRAUTAUQUA.
Of these two wonder-workers, Mr. Dietric takes the lead with magic. While he
teeps his audience breaking into smiles at his witty comment, gay flags unfurl
angles of ribbons swirl about, baskets of flowers bloom out of the nowhere!
and the mystifying is supreme!
The
Sly balls, coins, handkerchiefs, defy
old hints at how things are done are no help at all in
explaining the Dietrics, for every spectacular trick is a fresh ome.
In the musical half of the entertainment, where Mrs. Dietric is star, the same
variety and novelty of performance is found. How one small person can whistle,
and play the piano, and sing, and recite, and jingle the tambourine all at once is
hard to understand. For sheer genius with impersonations, for clever trickery, for
the serious rendering of instrumental music, there is no one like her on the Chau-
of the city. The driver then takes you
big, important looking man who appear-
he was talking,
stage.
“You are to go out to Tsarskoye-Selo
tomorrow night after your turn,” the
manager said to Douglas, catching him
by the arm as he endeavored to slip
past. “A droshky will call and take you
to the station.”
(Continued next week.)
The first United States stocking
factory was set up at Cohoes, New
York, in 1832. The machine for knit
ting was the invention of Lee, an
in 1589. The Lee machine was intro
duced in the Colonies during the Rev-
olution, but a sharp Yankee improved
on it, and set up the first factory at
Cohoes.
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William Penn's Sepulcher.
It is in the Church of St. Mary Red
cliff, in Bristol, that the remains of
Sir William Penn, father of the pro-
prietor of Pennsylvania, rest. A tab
let to his memory has been on the
walls of the edifice ever since Sir
William's death. Above it are hung
his armor, his sword and his flags.
His Labor Doubled.
Kostrov, a Russian poet, labored for
years translating Homer's “Iliad” into
his language and the highest offer he
received for it was $35, which dis-
ed to over-awe the manager with whom |
when he came off the | By One
First United States Stocking Factory.
Englishman, who took out a patent
FROM INDIA.
on Medical Duty in that Far Eastern
Country. A Visit to Delhi and a Vivid De-
scription of Audience Hall, the Throne of the
Rajah. »
Dear Home Folk:
DELHI, JUNE 20th.
Well here we are in Delhi, almost two
weeks earlier than our plans to leave for
the plains, but two of my friends from
Australia were coming on so I, rather
than being left to travel alone later, de-
cided to join them as far as Delhi. Trav-
eling alone in India, by the way, is not a
very pleasant way of journeying. In the
first place, the Indian is so accustomed
to consider all things in lump sums, that
three or four are able to accomplish a
sight-seeing trip for almost the same
amount as it would ordinarily cost one
person, and you are sure to see more,
and have better service, making one glad
to follow folks bent in the same direc-
tion.
The heat on the plains was not asgreat
as we had expected to find it, but, on
reaching Delhi, a distance of a nine
hour's ride from Kalka, found the proph-
ecy of “intense heat” would probably be
realized. The station is large and well pro-
vided for one's comfort “while breaking
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the journey,” as they say here, so we
were able to freshen up a bit and start
out to see the town, leaving our luggage
with the faithful “ayah.” The first place
| thing else we have seen so far.
couraged him so much that he threw | wag the Fort; beautiful indeed and quite
the manuscript into the fire. After | 1.00 enough to hold an entire city. It
wards when he was famous in his OWR ie of red sand-stone, with two fa-
try he did the job all over ag | mous gateways. We drove through the
Was Welcome, All Right.
“What reason have you to think
that my campaign contribution was
gratefully received?’ asked Mr. Dus
tic Stax. “The fact,” replied his seo
retary, “that the gentleman immedi.
ton Star.
After the Battle.
you girls had a hair-pulling
The Rough Soubrette—“Not me. I
poked her in the eye. It wouldn't
hurt none to pull the hair she wears.”
--New York Globe.
Your Hands Experienced?
A wide girdle at the waist is the
latest fad, so that the top of the skirt
will coincide with the bottom, and only
an experienced hand will be able to
tell which is the belt line and which
is the hem.
Mary Broken Up.
Mary dropped her eyes on the floor
as Henry burst into the room. Her
face lengthened rapidly, and she fipal-
ly plerced him with a glance. As his
laugh rose and fell, she dropped her
jaw and her voice broke.~Judge.
Nothing Else to Do,
“What are the wild waves saying,
mother?” “I do not know, my child.”
“But why do they dance all day
they cannot play
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The Comedian—“From the sounds
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Delhi gate into wonderfully kept grounds
in which the palace is built.
The first thing to greet the eye is a’
huge red sand-stone building, Audience
hall. The stone of which the building was
built is wonderfully carved, but the
ately came back for more."—Washing- thing that attracts one's attention is the
| Throne in the center. It is a raised plat- | rest of it at anotier-time.
form, possibly six feet or more high,
above the floor, and directly in front is a
marble table, upon which the petitioner
is compelled to step in order to present
his petition to the Rajah. This throne
is the one replacing the wonderful “pea-
cock” one which one hears so much
about here. The present one is surround-
ed by an iron grating, but for two “an-
nas” the care-taker will open a wee door
and take one up a pair of steps into the’
throne proper, which is absolutely won-
derful. All the side walls—back and
ceiling—are formed of squares of iniay-
work, representing birds of some kind. |
These squares are two feet high by one!
wide, and the birds are represented to be |
of the parrot coloring faithfully carried |
out in semi-precious stones (set in a sort |
of soft stucco and allowed to harden.) |
The small space between each square is |
filled in with a conventional design and
is most gorgeous. But we leave the poor
quaking audience and walking over a
beautiful tiled marble platform, to
a building of white marble, wonderfully
carved on the outside, but even more
gorgeous inside, being of inlay in the
conventional design, carried out in every
conceivable color, mostly of pure gold
and precious stones, making a most gor- opi
geous effect. To me it is not as pleasing
as the one at Agra, which you remember, |
is done simply in black and white, but in
this building there is a window overlook-
ing an |
where the King used to witness the
sports; also King George reviewed the
Durbar. On the other side we were tak-
en into the royal baths—the most beau-
tiful things one could ever hope to see
(of their kind.) The baths are marble
basins set into the floors and are as large
as our ordinary bath room, and about
two feet deep, having an opening at each
corner through which the water enters.
The approach is by deeply carved steps
and the surrounding rooms are so gor-
geous that one wonders why these peo-
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home coming for another fortnight, but
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ple did not use their baths more assidu-
ously than we are taught they really do. |
The post cards I send will give you but
a scant idea of the beauty of it all, look-
ing as we do from one beautiful room to
another, in which huge and gorgeously
carved fountains play and in which the
decorations are so absolutely beyond the
description of my pen that one simply
stands in wonderment at the splendor.
We turn aside only after a vain longing
to refresh ourselves in the cooling waters
of those sumptuous rooms, and are tak-
en through a wonderfully beaten copper
gate into a place 30x30 feet—the “Pearl
Mosque,” a place of prayer, entirely of
marble; the floor of inlay black marble.
All so simple, pure and exquisitely car-
ried out in plain conventional design that
one could only stand in awe at such great
artistic effects. The portion of the room
set aside for the Rajah's use reminded
one more of the Agra palace than any-
Surely a religion that inspires such a
beautiful house of worship can’t be all
bad. One comes away from it and stands
looking across the green lawn waiting to
awaken, feeling that surely it must all
be a dream, for the crowds have melted
into plain care takers and the silence
only adds to the illusion. One comes to
earth with a thud when a brown hand is
extended and you are asked for “buk-
shys;” putting two “annas” (one-fourth
of a cent) into the “paw” and walking
back across the lawn—since there are no
“keep off the grass” signs. You get a
few pictures and post-cards from the
seller at the gate and, still dreaming, you
are driven through the rest of the Fort
outjby the Lahore gate and are then sur-
rounded by the noisy, screaming children
on to see the Juna Masjia, the greatest
Mohammed place of worship in India.
Built of sand-stone ond raised by dozens
of steps from the ground, it is most im-
pressive. We were allowed to enter but
our shoes were covered with big felt
slippers, which an attendant comes run-
ning to put on us at once, for this is sa-
cred ground.
We went about seeing every thing
there was to be seen, even to a hair of a
Mohammed's beard, preserved in a glass
box; an old leather shoe, big enough for
two decent feet, kept in a bed of flowers;
(the original copy of the Koran, and
other wonderful curios which I have al-
ready forgotten.
From this we go on to see the other
sights of Delhi; not only those of ancient
native life, but also those relating to the
mutiny, Delhi being one of the centres
for the worst atrocities committed at
that time. The English church in which
the side walls are full of tablets, memo-
rials to the English soldiers who were
killed and women and children butcher-
ed; but here, a cross on the top of a
brass ball is seen, both full of holes,
sticking together. They are said to have
been between the besiegers and the be-
sieged and although showing the effect
of the firing, they stayed in their place
on the top of the church, intact, but were
later taken down to their present posi-
tion at the side of the church.
- The native “Chaudui chauk” (Silver-
smith street) is one of the greatest in
the world and it was here that I saw the
carving in ivory, which again made me
break all the commandments and wish
for gold galore, but like the rest having
to be satisfied with a few little trinkets.
After another rest we finished the
sight seeing for the day and although I
was anxious to stop off to see the an-
cient city of Delhi, was glad enough to
get aboard my car for Jhansi, on seeing
my friends depart, and so will have the
The nine hour's run back to Jhansi
was uneventful and on my arrival at the
hospital I found I could have delayed my
am glad to have the long, tiresome, hot
journey behind me, and the place here
looks most attractive for we have had
torrents of rain which has started every
thing shooting out tiny baby leaves and
making one happy to see the mossy
greens of the different vegetables.
(Continued next week.)
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Make Use of Scorched Timber.
The great forest fires which unfor-
tunately occur almost every autumn
leave vast quantities of “fire killed
timber.” This is now being used ex
tensively for many purposes, being pre-
ferred in some cases to green timber.
Fruit growers, for instance, are said to
prefer it for packing boxes because it
is almost odorless and does not im-
part an unnatural flavor to the fruit.
Telephone poles and railway ties are
also made to advantage from fire kill-
ed timber.
Truth About Domestic Duties.
There is absolutely nothing in
domestic duties themselves, or in any
form of manual labor that develops
the mind or elevates and broadens the
character. The idea that every wom-
an needs practical Instruction In
housekeeping as a part of her educa-
tion is as absurd as would be the
claim that every man needs to be
taught in school to plant corn or milk
a cow.~Mary Leal Harkness,
Failing Appetite.
At breakfast in a country boarding
house a girl of 12 got away with a
dish of prunes, a bowl of cereal, three
eggs, two muffins, three slices of
bread, two glasses of milk and two
cups of coffee. “Well, Mary,” some
one remarked, “you seem to have a
good appetite.” Regretfully the child
answered. “Not very; ‘tisn’t nearly
as good as it used to be.”
He and Another Man.
A woman who owns a little brown
rowboat, which when not in use is
tied in a sheltered Cape Ann cove, re-
sponded to a knock at her cottage
door the other day to find a very di-
minutive boy standing on the thresh-
old. “Please, ma'am,” lisped he, “can
me an’ another man have the loan of
the brown skiff to go a-cod fishin’?”
On the Same Plane.
“1 went into politics,” said the seri-
ous woman, “so that when national
topics come up I can understand what
my husband is talking about.” “And
has your plan succeeded?” “To a
certain extent. It has brought us into
closer menta! accord, for I find that
he doesn’t understand, either.”
Origin of “Spinster.”
“Spinster,” as a term, owes its orig-
in to the fact that in olden days the
law did not permit a woman to marry
until she had spun a complete set of
linen. There was a particularly whole-
some restraint about some of the old
laws.
Well Answered.
“Now, my little maa,” an English
bishop once said to a bright young
laddie. “I will give you an orange if
you can tell me where God is.” “My
lord,” was the unexpected answer, “I
will give you two oranges if you will
tell me where he is not.”
Wear Special Eyeglasses.
Small eyeglasses, fitting closely, and
with flesh-colored nose pieces, are
made for actors needing them but
who, in deference to the parts they
play, do not wish to wear the usual
sized lenses.
Money in Butterfly Farm.
An Englishman operating a butter
fly farm is said to sell to museum and
collectors upward of 50,000 specimens
yearly. He obtains as high as $50
for exceptionally fine ones, and his
net income is said to be fully $2,500.
Increased Comfort for Hog.
A hog’'s habit of scratching itself
against a post has led to the invention
of an automatic disinfector for ani-
mals, which are sprayed with a fluid
as they rub against a supporting col-
umn,
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Truth Eternal.
All errors have only a time; after
a hundred millions of objections, sub-
tleties, sophisms, the smallest truth
remains precisely what it was before.
—Ancient Maxim.
ideal Teacher.
Blessed is the teacher who is not
wasteful of words, who is not waste
ful of time, who is not wasteful of
opportunities, but who is wasteful of
smiles.
Enormous Water Power Available.
Experts have estimated the water
power available in the streams of the
United States all the way from 31,
040,009 to 56,146,000 horse power.
Cross as a Signature.
The cross was formerly a part of
all signatures, made as an evidence
of the subscriber's faith and not of
inability to write, as it is now.
The Poet in the Mountains.
“How glorious this solitude! As
far as the eye can reach—not a single
critic! ”"—Jugend.
Per Cent of English-8peaking.
Just about ten per cent. of the
world’s inhabitants speak the English
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