pi iiu mi mi
I Poliy and the
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Tolly Blake was sirting on a pun--heon
fool, milking a one-horned
'ow. A nan stood a few feet be-
Jn'l her with hU bark against the
fence. He was quite different from
Polly's kind, as any stranger might
have guessed. He was a town man
Polly was a mountain girl.
Polly kept b'isy with her milking
and tje man talked volubly, as he
usually did It was sunset and the
shadow of night already had fallen
upon the valley b'low. giving a dus
ky hue to the foliage of the distant
tre. It was the hour when Folly
usually milked the one-horned cow
In the evening; and It was not by af
ident that th lr.an was there, talk
ing to her. Polly wore no bonnet
jnd the maps of furling brown hair
which hung about her neck and
shoulders was ravishing In the rlch
dms of Us effect. Obviously she was
lad of the man's presence, for a
certain happiness and a certain
amount of enibarassment, when he
m near. Invariably set her heart
.0 thumping In a way that caused the
-Jie color In her cheeks to come and
go like the gleam of a red ripe cher.
ry In a fitful, sunlight.
"Polly," said the man, as he rat
:led on froni one sub' jet to another,
ithout taking the trouble to rouni
a Is periods, "that (ow worries me.
t think, since she cannot have a uni
form pair of horns, it would be much
tter If she had none at all. What
io you think about it?"
"Yea, I tbii.k she'd lock better
without any, 'I?bs'n the had two. But
I reckon she couldn't help losln' the
jther one."
"How did she lose it, anyway?"
"She fell Into a blind ditch and
roke it off tryin' to get out."
"What is a blind ditch, Polly?
"Its a gulley that has been klver
k4 over with bre.sh an' sich like."
"That's a pretty dangerous sort
it thing to have about the place
sn't It?"
"Yes, reckon It Is. Never know
rhere ye're goln' to land, some
times. If ye break through the
jresh."
"I guess It would be well for a
.hap to be careful in climbing about
.he hills, then?"
"Aa I've hinted to ye once or twice
.lready, it's a good idea to be keer
.al In several ways, Mr. Gordon."
"Oh. don't call ma Mr. Gordon,
oily, aay Maxey. It would sound
.lore like you cared a little, you
jut. And you do, don't ou, Pol
it There's no one listen'.. .g, won't
oa tell me yes?"
Bat Polly was silent tni her very
.Hence assured the muu that she did
Her task wps soon finished, and
iolly arose f:om the milking stool,
iordon advanced to take the pail.
.Ilia little gallantry he had paid
jgularly every evening for a fort
igbt; and Polly had come to accept
.. as a matter of course. So they
diked along together, she in her
jiple nature unable to conceal her
-.art' growing fondness for this
ranger; and he apparently pleased
lib her manifested liking.
Later, when the evening meal was
ilshed; and Gordon, with the Blake
mUy, sat near the fireplace, he en
. rtainlng the rest with stories of
avel and incidental anecdotes, the
.paritlon of a head and shoulders
. an open window near where Polly
t caused the narrator to pause in
io of his stories. The head and
moulders were those, ot a stout
mng mountaineer, and the face
ould have been one marvelouEly
.ndsome with the added expression
; a cultivated mind.
At. the pause in Gordon's story,
.jlly turned her head; and when her
ze alighted upon the man at the
.adow she lowered her eyebrows.
Ben Martin had been her acknowl-
ged lover for a long time; and
,w as she thought of how her heart
.d gone away from him, a little
.erg of something like remorse
jubled her bosom.
Ben stood silently gazing in the
.adow for several minutes, then be
oke In a tone of voice more that
. command than of entreaty.
"Polly, I want ye to come out
-.ok a minute," he said; "there's
methlng I got to say to you."
The girl glanced at Gordon, then
ose. Gordon chuckled to himself.
i knew how matters had stood be-
een the two and be suspected thai
is was to be one more appeal on
irtln'a part.
When Polly can:e up to wnere
a stood at the edge of the road,
i man took her baud.
'Polly," he began and his voice
s fully of emotion, "I can see I'm
iosln' ye, an' it's a breaklu' my
irt. girl."
"What do ye mean, Ben?"
1 guess ye know, what I mean,
lly. But I want to tell ye, that
ip's a skunk, Jest a plain skunk.
pertends to be proupecUu' round
:n for gold but we all have cal
xUsA he's prospectln' for somethln'
e. He keeps a nosin round the
'a; and today he bumped right up
la our still on Boco. Jim Turpin
' Lee Hooper was a watchln' him;
' the way be sneaked away from
are an' took his hearln's as he
nt was a site too plain. So we. ve
J a trap for, him. Polly trap
it will get blm If he's what w
Ink she Is, bat won't get him If he's
. right, little girl. Ho, if we're
w.oog, Polly, why I I Jest wanted
to tell ye, girl, that arter ail's over
I'll still be comln' back to ye an'
maybe yer love will come back to
tee."
Ben squeezed ber hand once and
released It. There was silence a mo.
ment, then the girl tald:
"I think ye're wrong, Ben."
"Maybe so, Polly, maybe so. We'll
soon find out. Good-bye."
Ben strode away and left the girl
to return slowly toward the house,
wondering what manner of trap the
boys had set. though stoutly resist
ing the fear It might capture Gor
don. The evening waned, Gordon's
stories grew uninteresting, Blake
nodded by the hearth corner and
Polly waited for the opportunity to
give the prospector one more warn
ing. So when Gordon arose to go to
hli toom, a low shed room at one end
of the veranda. Polly stole to the
doorway and slipped Into the dark
ness outside.
"I wante to tell ye agin to be keer
ful," she whispered, as Gordon
paused near her. "Ye've raised sus
picions, an' but I can't tell ye any
mere. Only be powerful keerful."
Gordon laughed softly. "Oh. I'll
be careful, little Polly," he said;
"never fear about that."
He attempted to take her hand,
but the girl dodged back Into the
main room and was gone.
The next morning Gordon failed
to respond when called to an early
breakfast.
" 'Pears to me the prospector's
sleepln' mighty sound this mornln',"
said Blake, as he returned to the
waiting family in the main room.
Polly's heart took fright at once.
A hundred things might have hap
pened to Gordon during the night
the methods of the moonshiners
were inscrutable.
"Pap, 1 reckon ye'd better go in
an' wake him," she suggested, "for
the meat on the table's a gettln'
cold."
With candle in hand Blake went
hack to Gordon's door, opened It and
peered inside.
"Why, by the llvln'!" he exclaim
ed, "this bed ain't been teched."
At this moment. Polly's knees
quaked, and her fingers clinched to
gether Impulsively. And at this
moment, too. she hated all her race,
all her kind among the mountains,
her brothers and their co-partners,
Ben Martin and all the rest. ' She
turned her eyes toward the rafters
and allowed a thought of revenge to
take shape In her brain.
"Well, he's not here." said Blake,
returning; "so thar's no use to wait
for blm. Let's eat."
Polly minced her breakfast, hur
riedly milked the one-horned cow,
cleaned the kitchen things, then stole
out over the mountain toward the
Horse-Shoe Cove on Soco. She knew
well the spot where the still stood
and she knew the narrow defile
through which alone the cove was
accessible. The trail wound like a
snake round over the mountain,
down into the valley, then along up
the creek between the cliffs. Where
the trail ascended, Polly climbed
feverishly; where It descended, she
ran. In this manner the three miles
to the neck of the cove were
covered and she was speeding along
the path to where it crossed the
Devil's Sink Hole. This was a nar
row fissure whose mouth was not
over six feet wide, and whose great
est length was not over twenty feet,
yet It opened away into the earth to
a depth of forty feet. A narrow
bridge. Just the width of the trail
had spanned the opening and when
Polly reached the spot this morning
she saw that the bridge was no long,
er there. She ran to the edge of the
hole and dropped to her knees. It
required some moments for her
gaze to pierce the gloom down there,
but presently she saw the prospector,
with disheveled hair and torn cloth
ing, seated at the botom of the fis
sure. Silence reigned throughput the
wood and the low sound of Polly's
voice w hen she spoke seemed to echo
a mile away. But Gordon bad caught
the call and he looked up.
"Ah, is It you, Polly?" he ex
claimed. "Yes; an' ye didn't listen when 1
warned ye last night, though I didn't
think about this place when 1 told
ye."
' "I am a conceited sort of fellow,
Polly, and thought I could take care
of myself. But I've learned a lesson
thlJ time sure."
"Do ye know what was meant for
ye when ye fell into this hole?"
"Why It was meant for ye to per
ish to death down there, for nobody
ever comes this trail but them that
laid the trap for ye."
"But you have come to help me
out, sweetheart?"
Polly's heart thrilled at this title
of endearment and once more an
Impulse of hatred for her race welled
up In her bosom.
"There's a grape vine back here
I think long enough."
Sho sprang away from the hole
and soon returned, bringing with her
a long stout vine, one end of which
she lowered into the hole. When
Gordon could reach the lower end,,
the girl made the other end fast to
the roots of a stout shrub near by,
and the prospector found It an easy
matter to climb out of tho hole by
means of the vine and Its branches.
And when he stood by the side of
Polly on the trail above be took her
hand and looking Into her eyes, said;
"Little girl, you have saved my
life and when I tell ber all about it,
my wife will love and praise you to
the skies."
A flash of sudden fire leaped from
Polly's eyes. She Jerked her band
from Gordon's clasp and the next
THE COLUMBIAN.
Instant had given him a shove that
sent him reeling backward toward
the Devil's Sink Hole.
The prospector was unable to re
cover his balance, and was poised for
a single Instant at the edge of the
opening, ready to shoot downward
again, when a strong hand suddenly
reached out, caught him by the
clothing and pulled him back to safe
ty once more.
"If ye've got a wife, ye skunk, go
to her! An don't ye be nosin' round
these hills again, d'ye hear that?"
The speaker was Ben Martin. Gor
don looked from Ben to the girl,
then turned and hurried along the
trail that led out of the cove. And
long after be was gone from view,
silence reigned between Ben and the
girl. But at last Polly took a step
toward Ben. and the mountaineer,
with a tull heart, sprang to meet
her.
"Ben," declared Polly, "yer little
finger's worth a world of "em like
him; an' I've Jest found out how
much I love ye."
Ben caught her In his arms and
kissed her.
"Then let's have the weddin", Pol
ly; an' I'll finish the cabin down on
Lufty." New Orleans Picayune.
Humorously Worded Ilebuke.
Theodore P. Roberts had a fluent
command of language, both In speak
ing and writing, and was well liked
by everybody. He could secure the
attention of a negligent publisher if
need be. To one such, who was re
miss about sending vouchers, he once
closed up a long letter with the
sentence: "And, finally, my dear
sir. permit me to say that It would
be easier for a camel to ride Into
the kingdom of heaven on a veloci
pede than for anyone to find a late
copy of your paper In the city of
New York."
London's Hcgunrs.
It is calculated that four thousand
persons make a living In London by
begging, and that their average In
come amounts to about 30s. a week,
or more than 300,000 pounds a year.
Last year 1.925 persons were arrest
ed for begging in the streets, of
whom more than fifteen hundred
were sentenced to terms of imprison
ment varying from one week to three
months. Many of these objects of
charity were found in possession of
sums of money, and even of bank
books showing very handsome de
posits. Tlt-Blts.'
Ixmt Land In England.
Great Britain, between 1867 and
1S80. lost 148,906 acres by en
croachment of the sea. Even this
loss is small compared with others in
times past. Thus, according to a
survey in the time of Edward I, the
duchy of Cornwall had 1,500.000
acres, but a survey in recent years
gives It only 829,500 acres. Whole
villages In some cases have been
slowly undermined and swept away,
as In the case of Dunwich, whereof
only a ruined church on the edge of
a cliff remains.
Livingstone's Teacher Alive.
One of the boyhood teachers of
David Livingstone, the African mis
sionary, is still alive and on active
service. He is the Rev. F. B. Cold
well, a member of the Lancashire
and Chelsea presbytery In England.
88 years of age. When a young man
he was a teacher at a school in the
neighborhood of Blantyre, Lanark
shire, and among his pupils was
young David Livingstone who used
to walk a distance of 11 miles daily
to and from school.
Estimate of Chemistry.
Berzellus, the Swedish chemist,
made most of his experiments In the
kitchen with his cook as bis only as
sistant. "What Is your master?"
asked one of his neighbors. "Oh, he
Is a chemist." "What's that? What
does he do?" "Well, I will tell you.
He has something in a big bottle,
then he pours it into a smaller one.
and then again into quite a tiny bot
tle." "Well, and what then happens
to It?" "Oh, then I throw it away."
Much Kissed liook.
For swearing a Jury at an Inquest
at High Wycombe, Mr. Charsley, the
coroner for South Buck's (England)
recently used a New Testament print
ed in the year 1798. The book,
which has been constantly used by
himself, his father and grandfather.
Is still In good condition, and original
ly cost the modest sum of 18 cents.
At the lowest computation it must
have been the recipient of a hundred
thousand formal kisses.
English Common Tjuv.
The Common Law of England is
an ancient collection of unwritten
maxims and customs of British, Sax
on and Danish origin, which, by long
use and approval, have become fund
amental In English Jurisprudence.
Many of the principles of the Eng
lish Common Law hold In this coun
try, and throughout the English
speaking world as well.
Xovel Zoological Park.
Kansas City Is creating a novel
zoological park. Sixty acres have
been set aside In Swope Park, and
dens are to be excavated in rocky
cliffs for den living aulmals, with la
closures In front. A creek will be
divided into basins, and in each
basin will be planted aquatic plants,
animals and fish.
Chinu's Camphor Triu!.
Parse merchants have a monopoly
of the manufacture of camphor oil at
Foothow, China, controlling seven
teen distilleries,, and export most of
the product to India.
BLOOMSBUtek
SFcKd AS A CURE
m ANY GRIME
Dr. William M. Richards of New
Yor': Reform You By Making
You See Straight
THE NEWEST FAD IN REFORMS
He Has Put Glasses on Hundreds of
Offenders with Good Results Ex-
amines Eyes of Women in Night
Court and rinds an Odd Case.
New York City. Cain did not wear
glasses. If he had he might not have
killed Abel. A number of other catas
trophes might have been averted by
the timely application of a pair of
spectacles. If you want to reform a
criminal clap a pair of glasses on him,
for the chances are that defective
physical vision has impaired his moral
views. Such Is the theory of Dr. Wil
liam M. Richards, and he hopes In
side of a year to io able to back bis
theory with statistics.
In compiling his stat stirs and In the
search for subjects Dr. Richards has
visited the District Attorney's ofilce.
several police courts, the Elmira Re
formatory, the Magda'.en Home and
various other Institutions. At the El
mira Reformatory he found that most
of the boys were suffering from ab
normal vision, that in the majority of
cases poor eyesight bad led to truan
cy, truancy to bad companionship and
that to crime.
, At the Magadalen Home he fitted
glasses to twenty inmates, and every
one of these, he said, found work on
getting out and kept it. One girl in
particular had 'ever been able to keep
a Job more than a few days. She was
considered stupid and lazy. Since
leaving the home two months ago
wearing a pair of glasses she has
been steadily employed by a firm of
wholesalers and is still working there.
At the time he examined her she was
unable to make out the largest type
on the test card at a distance of four
feet
Dr. Richards is now trying his
scheme on some 200 second offenders,
burglars, holdup men and grafters of
various degrees, and he hopes that if
they do not lose their glasses they will
be desirable citizens by the time they
emerge from seclusion. Most of the
glasses are provided by the Shaarath
Israel, which is much Interested In
the work.
Dr. Richards visited Magistrate Bar
low in the night court and examined
the eyes of some of the women prison
ers. The result showed, he said, that
many of the women brought in had
something the matter with their eye
sight, and it was entirely possible that
If their vision were restored to the
normal they themselves would be able
to" lead a normal life. As the prison
ers were arraigned he scanned each
closely. When Googoo Nellie, a wom
an from the East Side, with rather
prominent eyes, came up the doctor
could not restrain his enthusiasm.
"Look at her! Look at her!" he ex
claimed delightedly. "She's as blind
as a bat! Sho can't see a thing!"
Dr. Richards led the bewildered and
somewhat fearful Nellie into the ex
amination room.
"Do you like to read?" he asked her
abruptly. .
Googoo was nonplussed. Never be
fore In all ber long police experience
had anything like this happened to
her. Not knowing what fatal conse
quences might follow a reckless an
swer she muttered something Inaudi
ble while her foot traced nervous cir
cles on the floor.
"What kind of books do you read?"
persisted the doctor; "history, bio
graphy, fiction what?"
Nellie was In a quandary. Should
she give the preference to biography
or history? Fiction was out of the
question. There was a disparaging
curl to the doctor's lips as he said
"fiction" that warned her to steer
clear of it. But if she said historical
or bio bio whatever it was, why, he
might ask her what books she had
read. She resolved to take a safe
middle course and avoid the snare.
"I don't care much about readin',"
she admitted finally, "an' I don't get
time to read much outside of the
newspapers," Rnd then in a brilllaut
attempt to escape from the cross-examination
she added: "Jennie out
there reads more'n I do. She's a great
reader, Jennie is. Why, you don't
hardly ever see Jennie but what she's
got a book under her arm."
The doctor refused the bait so craft
ily offered, however, and proceeded to
a few simple tests which convinced
him that Googoo's eyes were a prima
factor In her waywardness.
"Now come around and see me," be
said as he finished, "and you'll soon
be able to read as well as Jennie and
be able to get steady employment and
keep off the street as well."
"Sure," said Nelle, slowly and with
out eagerness.
Several more were examined and
promised to come and be saved from
their eyes.
Aa for Googoo Nell, the policeman
failed to make out a case against her
Bed she was discharged.
Dog Runs Itself to Death.
Wllliea-Barre. Pa. On Nescopeck
Mountain the body of Henry Savldge's
valuable foxhound, which had chased
a fox for three days and then died of
extiiuiKtlon, after killing the fox, has
been found. Its buying wob heard for
three rtnvtt nnrl M-.r.n
.... . . . u , vuc iaw
rct'.ed upon t&e body o: the fox.
TOSACCO SENBWOW.il W
Mrs. Alice Mullens Used the Wtid
from Childhood, Chewing Two
Pounds a Week.
Alton. 111. Driven insane by the
excessive use of tobacco, Mrs. Alice
Mullens of this city baa taken to Ed
wardsvllle after bclr.g pronounced In
sauce by the Madison County Court.
Mrs. Mullens, who is 35 years old,
used tobacco from childhood, chewing
It in great quantities. At times. It is
said, her supply has reached two
pounds a week. She began using the
weed when a girl of 16, and at 30
she was a physical wreck. Since that
time she has lived in Alton township
and given the county authorities all
sorts of trouble.
Mrs. Mullens Is an attractive wom
an and her case Is one of the strang
est the officials have yet had to deal
with. Persons who visited her In her
home say that she often went to bed
with tobacco In her cheek. She also
smoked occasionally, a pipe preferred,
Although cigars did not come amiss
when proffered to her. Scrap tobac
co Is her favorite, and six big pack
ages were an average week's supply
for her. A police matron who investi
gated her case reported she had not a
bite of food In her house, but had a
big market basket full of tobacco
scraps on hand.
Mrs. Mullens is somewhat of a mys
tery to the police, who have been un
able to ascertain If she has any rela
tives or where her home was before
she came to Alton. She rented a
house In East End place, a respectable
neighborhood, and lived there alone.
OL8'S
YOUNGEST
COLLEGE PRESIDENT.
REV. MARION LE ROY BURTON.
Brooklyn, N. Y. Dr. Marion Le Roy
Burton Is President-elect of Smith
College, and when he takes office In
September, 1909, will be the youngest
college president in America. During
the past year he has occupied the pas
torate at the Church of the Pilgrims,
In Brooklyn. He holds a Ph. D. from
Yale, where he was for some time pro
fessor of theology. He has written a
book called "The Problem of Evil."
INDIAN'S FEAT ON TRAIL.
Bloodhounds Baffled, He Follows and
Captures Bandits.
Muskegee, Okla. Willie Bryant, a
full blooded Cherokee boy, nineteen
years old, taking a trail that blood
hounds refused to follow, led the way
for fifty miles through rough timber
ed country and with a posse surround
ed and captured the two remaining
robbers who made a futile attempt to
hold up a train at Braggs. resulting
I., a fight in which one officer was
killed and one of the robbers badly
wounded.
The feat of Bryant Is considered re
markable. He has inherited all of the
Instincts of his forefathers in the
craft of the trail. Sheriff Ramsay took
bloodhounds in an auto to the scene
of the hold-up before the trail was six
hours old. but the dogs refused to
follow it. Then Deputy Sheriff Clark
put young Bryant at the head of the
posse. The Indian was given his
head. The course is in the foothills of
the Ozark Mountains and very diffi
cult for travel. This distance was cov
ered unerringly and swiftly by the
Cherokee. Though the task of keep
ing the trail was difficult, the mem
bers of the posse found the greatest
trouble in keeping in sight of Bryant
When Proctor was reached the posse
men were utterly exhausted.
SHAVES IN LION'S CAGE.
Local Barber Shows Hie Great Nerve
at a Tent Show.
Chillicothe, Mo. Rather than take
a dare Charles Goodner, twenty-four
years of age, a nervy barber of Chilli
cothe. accepted a challenge Issued by
Capt. Cardova. a lion trainer with the
Parker shows, giving a carnival here;
and entering the steel arena, gave the
captain a shava with a big Hon perch
ed on either side.
The tent where the feat was per
formed was Jammed with those who
were curious to see whether the cap
tain's deti would be taken up. Good
ner entered the cage, calmly lathered
and shaved the captain and then
shouted "next"
Pig Barks Like a Dog.
Saco. Me. Fred M. Thim. of this
city, a well-known electrician and
railroad man, has at bis home in low
er Beach street a pig that barks like
ii dog. Mr. Thlra has had many visi
tors to see the animal and hear it
bark.
A 8PARKPROOF SMOKESTACK.
Sl.Tfls Device Which May 6avi Mlfc
lions In Timber.
A spnrkproof smokestack han hPC4
Invented which promises relief to the
forest fire fighters If It should b
adopted by railroads traversing fortii
regions.
After being tested for some time oa
a Kentucky railroad, says the Tethnt
cal World. It was demonstrated thai
not a npark escaped from the suck,
So well does the Forestry Department
at Washington think of this Ingenious
Invention that It has asked the No
York State Public Service Commlssioa,
to compel nil railroads In the Stat
to equip their locomotives with thj
Dew stnek.
The principle which led to tho Ij.
tentlon of the rparkproof stack is
that all solids emerging from a loco
motive smokestack. Influenced by thi
pressure of the exhaust, hug close to
tho edge of the plpo and only t'.is
smoke comes up through the centrii.
In this new stack a simple trap
catches tho sparks and cinders at
the edge of the circle and sends thnta
falling down shutes arranged on either
side of the stack to the roadway bf
low. ,
How to Shoot with a Revolver.
To begin sighting along the b.Trrl
of a six-shooter, as in target gallerj
practice. Is a handicap to tho mao
who wants to learn the art at Its best.
The hand and eye, of course, wori
together with all weapons and In all
combats; but. there is a difference bo
tweon the eye-general and the eyv
particular. The beol form of boxln
or fencing that is what the use of thi
elx-sliootcr moans. You point your
Est or your foil Instinct. You cannol
help pointing your finger directly and
straight at any object, no matter how
hard you try. Yet surely you do nol
sight down your finger. In tho besi
work with tho six-shooter, you poin!
with the barrel Just as yoa point wlt'i
your finger, or really, you point wit't
your wriat and forearm, and the six
chooter is tho finger of your wrist, tho
lengthening of your arm. That Is thi
theory and creed of the six-shooter
Outics.
Speak Kindly.
A man was once saved by a very
poor boy from drowning. After hit
restoration he said to him:
"What can I do for you, my boy?"
"Speak a kind word to me some
time," replied the boy, the tears gush
ing from his eyes. "I ain't got i
mother like some of them."
A kind word! Think of it Thie
man had It In his power to give the
boy money, clothes, playthings, but
the little fellow craved nothing sa
much as a kind word now and then.
It the man had ever so little heart
the boy must certainly have had the
wish granted. A kind word! You
have many such spoken to you dally,
and you do not think much of their
value; but that poor boy In the vil
lage, at whom everybody laughs
would think that he had found a trear
ury If some one spoke a kind word to
blm.
A Llghtless Lighthouse.
On a sunken reef 350 feet distant
from Stornoway lighthouse is a re
markable beacon which warns mari
ners with the help of a light which
Is only apparent. The beacon Is a
cono of cast-iron plates, surmounted
with a lantern containing a glass
prism. The prism derives its light
from refracting rays emitted from the
lighthouse, and the optical delusion It
marvelous. Mariners naturally sup.
pose that there is a lighted lamp oa
the beacon Itself and many of theia
will not believe otherwise. But the
object of tho beacon is attained when
the navigator sees the reflected light,
which Indicates the perilous rock be
low. This beacon has been in usn
more thnn half a century, and since it
was fixed in position others have been
placed In other neighborhoods t
make clear points of danger. Techni
cal World.
Vhy Foam Is White.
"How white the foam Is," said the
pretty girl, in a voice muffled by tho
oablo stole drawn across her red
mouth. "Yet the sea Is green. Why,
then, isn't the foam green?"
But the young sophomore laugheJ.
ia derision of such ignorance.
"Gee. you nre Ignorant!" be said.
"Bee:- Is b:-o-vn, but its foam Is white,
loo. Shake up black ink and you get
white foam. Shake up red ink and
the result is the same.
"A body that reflects all the light
it receives without absorbing any 13
always white. All bodies powdered
Into tiny diamond form, so that they
throw back the light from man
face.ts, absorb none of It and are whltj
by eonsoquenco. Pondered blac'-t
marble, for instance, is white. And
foam Is water powdered into tbes
email diamond, and hence its white
ness." Philadelphia Bulletin.
How He Found Them Out.
A shopkeeper, the head of a larg
firm, one evening, after buslnest
hours, caused his saleswomen to bi
assembled before him.
"There are among you," be said ta
them, "several Individuals whom t
Vaow to be guilty of theft from our
establishment. I have the names ot
every one of the culprits but I neltli
er wish to mention them here nor. la
t hand them over to the police. Mean
while my firm cannot continue to em
ploy thieves, and I ask those among
you whom it may concern not to' ea
ter my premises any more after to
night. U you dare, after this, to pat
In an appearance, I shall hand you at
once over to a detective, who will "e
In the house."
Upon this 4be girls were allowed to
go home. Next morning eighteen of
them did cot come.
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