6
BOYS.
Now, If anyone has an easy time
In this world of push and pull.
It Is not the boy of the family.
For his hands are always full.
I'd like to ask, who lills the stove?
Where Is the Kill that could?
Who brings In water, who lights the fire,
And splits the kindling wood?
And who Is It that cleans the walks
After hours of snowing?
In summer, who keeps down the weeds,
By dillfgently hoeing?
And who must harness the faithful horse
When the girls would ride aljout?
And who must clean the carriage off?
The boy, you'll own, no doubt.
And who does the many other things
Too numerous to mention?
The boy is tiie "general utility man,"
And really deserves a pension!
Krlentls! just praise the boy sometimes,
When he does his very best;
And don't always want the easy chair
When he's taking a little rest.
Don't let him always be the last
To see the new magazine;
And sometimes let the boy be heard,
As well as to be seen.
That boys are far from perfect
Is understood by all.
But they have hearts, remember,
For "men are boys grown tall."
And when a boy has been working
His level best for days.
It does him good, I tell you,
To have some hearty praise!
He is not merely a combination
Of muddy boots and noise.
And he likes to be looked upon
As one of the family Joys.
—The Gem.
By CHAUNCY C. HOTCHKISS
[Copyright, 1897. by D. Appleton & Co. All
rights reserved]
CHAPTER X FX.—CONTINUED.
Saving the two shots from the first boat,
not a small arm had been fired by thecn up
t« this time, their determination to carry
the vessel by cold 6teel alone being apparent
■all through the attack. As my eye ranged
aver the circle of men that spread about us
■and hemmed us to the taffrail (yet for all
their numbers were held off by the com
.uiand of their officer), I saw many a face
well known to me ashore, but not one ex
pressing an atom of mercy. With a watch
ful look I anticipated any possible onset,
aad yet through all the pent vigor of tight
ened nerves and stiffened muscles gaze
played beyond their lines and marked the
details of the surroundings.
The broad ocean lay aln#>st like glass save
for the regular heave that passed over it like
a wave over the surface of molten metal.
Off our starboard beam was an upturned
boat floating lazily away, it probably having
been stove or capsized by the hatch I had
c-ist into it, ii.x near it drifted the hatch
itself. On deck the fallen canvas covered tile
vessel amidships, and aloft file ragged stump
of the topmast, standing clear against the
dappled sky, looked like a pine shivered by
lightning. A profound silence had fallen
where a moment before had been a din of
shouts and crashing timber—profound save
for a dull thumping forward, which I knew
■same from the prisoners, who were thus sig
naling for release. The moment was near
at hand when I should pass my soul to its
Maker, and yet, though the resolve was as
strong as ever, I wavered, not in fear of the
nest world, but dreading the terrible strug
gle- that would cc*ne when a healthy body
.lik.p mine wrestles in the grip of suffocation.
3f our captors could not be goaded into
mfaooting me, nothing was left but to cast
myself into the s<t!f, and this I would not do
so long as the young Quaker stood at my
side.
A sudden cry from the bow, soon followed
by the sound of metal striking metal, told
me that the prisoners were out and being
•freed from their irons. Belden, without
vouchsafing to answer my defiance, hung
hesitating, evidently awaiting the arrival
of his superior to direct future movements.
3>?sarmed save for the bare steel in our
Stands, we were an easy prey to him l.ad our
deaths now been his object; but as there
.had been no show of force after boarding us,
The peppery royali«t, still smarting from the
disgrace under which I had been the means
.of placing him, felt sure of his ultimate tri
tamph over me, and, giving the order to hold
cts where we stood, turned toward the point
of the disturbance forward and hurried off.
I was a step in advance of Ames, who still
leaned against the wiieel, when I heard his
vosee in my ear.
""There's a fair chance for a leap, Donald,"
'i.e whispered. "The last tie is gone. 11c
thee ready?"
"Nay, lad," I answered softly. "We are
not yet parted. I still hang to my oath. I
have seen nothing of Gertrude. Where can
-she be?"
"She is past the sightof this, thank God!"
J,e retu. ned. "She is dead, man; dead and
gone, and we will sooti follow her. 1 saw
iber—"
Again he was interrupted, this time by a
wild yell from the bow, aud the man who ut
tsred it started aft chased by half a dozen
xnarines. It was Scaftimell. With little
upon him save a shirt and his small clothes,
fee broke through the half circle that com
pxswd us, halting just within its limits. He
veils a horrible object. His ha:r hung tai>
gied over his shoulders; his eyes f.-e»re fierce
and bloodshot; his face was distorted by
rage, and its pallot was startling. Without
at word of warning he called me a vile name,
and with an oath raised a pistol he had
probably snatched from someone and, level
ing "it at me, fired. The ball passed betwixt
«ij body and elbow without touching the
in, but it struck Ames, who was just be-
Sr.nd me. I heard a deep groao as the youth
fell to the deck, his head striking the plan!!*
rig with a heavy blow, and a number of
tiands sprang upon the infuriated officer and
dragged him backward.
Jt was done in an instant. The shock and
wuddenness of the attack came like a thun
cjprbolt, and yet I retained my presence of
mind. With my eye still fixed on my ene
rgies, I stooped to one knee and felt for the
d of my friend, calling on him to speak;
Jrut no sound came to my repeated appeal,
».nd the hand I found gave no answering
pressure. He was dead past doubt, and had
CTiickiy joineil his sister, who, in some man
trer unknown to me, had gone before him.
Jt was the culminating wave of disaster,
and for the moment 1 felt like sinking be
neath it. Within a quarter hour by vio
lence 1 had been bereft of r" two com
panions, and thus was I sudden freed from
any obligation to live. With tic left for
' .vhom to combat, surrounded by iumphant
AMiemies, and before me ruin in t ' shape of
th* noose, it was now my right, as well as
considered duty, to preserve myself from the
disgrace of being hanged as a spy. 'Twould
he but a short struggle, a moment's wild
agony, perhaps, and then the end. I braced
myself lor the ordeal. Rising to my feet,
J gave a last glance around, my eye taking in
the vast sweep of the sea, on deck the ma
i'nes still wrestling with the murderous
royalist, and, hurrying aft, Belden, followed
by Lounsbury. Then turning my thoughts
aloft, I had a revelatiop, without the
slightest mental ell'ort, without the slightest
binding of the mind toward any refuge this
side of the great unknown, a possible— ay,
probable—way of escape opened before me.
As the angel of the Lord at the last moment
called on Abraham to desist from the sacri
fce of his son, so burst this light out of
thick darkness and showed me my work was 1
] ot yet finished. More than willing was I to \
(.rasp this more than chance. As though a ,
stone had been rolled from my chest, I took !
a deep breath, and quickly unloosing my
1 clt, threw both cutlass and scabbard to the
e'.fck, then turning, with a stride I reached
the rail and cast myself headlong into the
sea.
CHAPTER XX.
THE SHELL OF THE DINGY.
Never was my love of life or the cer
tainty of my saving it greater than when I
shot beneath the surface of the ocean. Like
a plummet 1 went down, the air bubbles 1
•tfirried with me roaring in my ears like a
cataract. As 1 lost the impetus of the dive
1 turned and looked up. Having gone over
at the starboard quarter, 1 was almost under
the stern, and the clear gredft of the water
magnified the great shadowy hull of the
schooner as she stretched forward into
seeming infinity. Like a blot on the sil
very surface above me lay the overturned
dingy, still heftl to the vessel by its painter,
and in her lay my salvation.
With a few vigorous strokes I svwim un
der it, and, regulating my rise as best I
could, came to the surface within the shell
of the wrecked boat. The move had been
successful. If the trick was unsuspected, 1
was safe. Letting go my pent breath in a
blast, I thanked for His sudden inter
vention, and prayed that liis hand be not re
moved from me.
Settled low as was the overturned dingy,
my head barely cleared her bottom, but that
was sufficient. Sustaining my position by
a light hold on the thwart, that my weight
should not prevent the regular and natural
roll of the wreck, with nerves now tuned to
their highest pitch, I hung and awaited de
vo'opments. The hole in the boat's bottom
furnished me with air, and, to my astonish
ment, this vent in the hollow which now
sheltered me gave to my retreat the char
acter of a trumpet, and every sound was
magnified, though its quality was changed
to the deep sonorous roar such as one hears
come from the heart of a conch held to the
ear. It was an indistinct babble of cries and
oaths that first greeted me, and from the
few words I could disentangle 1 guessed that I
..he whole host had rushed to t%eschooner's j
side in the hope that I would rise. Had I
still courted death, I might easily have met !
with it by means of a bullet through my
head, for through the confused humming
of voices I distinctly heard the sharp click
ing of gunlocks, and knew that had I ap
peared I would have been made a target for
a score of muskets.
The sound of voices decreased as the mo
ments flew, and when at last it seemed cer
tain that I had gone to the bottom, there
came a general awakening, and a sharp or
der was given to search the hull, strike the
flag, and hoist the British ensign. TRe
clicking of boot heels and the rattling of
arms were more distinct than words, but
the marines had barely scattered to obey the
last commands when, above all else, I heard
an unknown voice:
"Overhaul that carrion, and then pitch it
overboard!"
This I knew must refer to the body of
my poor friend, but before I could realize
the necessity of the order thus brutishly
given, as clear as the order itself rose the
voice of Scammell:
''Look, look, Belden! Damn me, but I
thought I had brought down a buzzard in
missing the hawk, «hen, after all, I have
struck but a peg lower than Thorndyke him
self! By the crime of Judas, I wish it had
been the other way! If this young, old
broad-brim be nrft Beverly Ames, I'll lose
fifty pounds to anyone of you! Quick, man!
!~ee,' he is not dead! 'Fore Uod, but mayhap
be can yet give us some news of his sister!
Overboard he goes not! Dead or alive, he
must be taken to Clinton, else your com
mission is in danger! Know you not that
lie is connected with Mrs. Badely? Send off
for help! Is not that long-legged Irishman
>it aboard you?"
Here a number of voices joined in and
'urned to a confused roar all words at once
'fo'lowing. In the space of a few minutes I
heard a boat putting away from the side, the
thud of oars in the water making a jar on my
car drums almost painful. For a time there
reigned compilative silence, and then carao
what was doubtless a marine's report.
"The hold is clear of all life, sir. Nawthjn*
lut lead below, an' cabin an' forec'sle all
cleaned out Ixirrin' some' arms au' the cap
tain's old clothes."
"How's this, Scammell?" said Belden, evi
dently turning to that officer. "We saw
three men aboard, and but two are ac
counted for. Thorndyke has gone to hell
ever the side, and this lad of yours is like to
join hiin by another route! Wher;'s the
third?"
"There was no third," came the l sharp
response. "Two it was that smothered us
l,e-!ow. I know of none other! no more does
Lounsbury."
"Nay," said that worthy, speaking for
the first time, and with a thick burr to his
speech, "there was never more than four
legs to the lot. Mayhap that giant split
h.sself in two for the sake o' looks —there
was enough o' him. Thank God for his loss!
i would ne'er sleep easy again knowin' him
alive."
Here words fell to a murmur until Louns
bury again spoke, evidently addressing him
self to the one who was in authority on
board:
"Now I take it, leftenant, that by rights
this craft is mine."
"Yours, ye toasted mug!" demanded the
unknown voice. "What mean ye?"
"Ay, only be right o' prize, I mean," was
the answer. " 'Twas I who first laid hand
on her, an' got a split skull for my pains,
an' not a damn sovereign to help heal it,
neither so much glory as shines from the
buttons o'yer coat. Prize be cussed 1 Now,
if yer capting wills to let me take her into
port—as 1 came nigh doing awhile agone—
'twill go far to put me right with the ad
miralty an' get me ft job, mayhap, like that I
lost through Thorndyke takin' my name, |
damn his soul! D'ye see?''
"Ay, I see, ye sweep! And is that all? i
No prize money?"
"Ay, all, all. Only to sail her home; no j
more."
"No more, eh? Ye are a cursed deep |
villain, but I'll touch the captain on it. Co
get the grime from your face and look less
like a toad. Had lie seen you, 'twas no
wender Thorndyke launched himself over
tl.e rail. What now, Scammell? Does the
Ud still live?"
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, FEBRUARY i, 1900.
"He lives, indeed," was the answer, "but
whether or no he will bide long I cannot
tay. He was better on deck than he is be
low. The cabin still stinks. I hope 'twill
not be forever before the doctor get# here.
Was lie drunk at mess? It is possible he can
bold the lad's life long auough to allow him
to speak; he does little now but moan."
At this the two walked forward, and I
heard nothing but the coarse voices of the
marines as they sang out to one another or
laughed uneouthly.
The knowledge that Ames still lived gave
me a quick sense of relief—a relief which
fled on the instant as I thought of the prob
able future in store for liiiu. My own posi
tion was infinitely better than his, even were
ho not suffering from a wound, and, as for
his sister, after all was done, was she not
better off than either? But was she dead?
If not, what could have become of her? I
had heard that the vessel had been searched
without finding a trace of the* third party
to whom Belden had referred. On seeing all
was Inst, was it possible that she had thrown
herself overboard that she might not wit
itss her brother's tragic end? it was like
htr. It would have been an act showing
ber strength of character, as well as the
weakness of her sex; a natural recoil from
physical and mental suffering without a
purpose; a heroic self-sacrifice. It were as
well she had not suffered captivity and
long-drawn misery. With her brother at
death's door, or perhaps saved to die by
military law; her property confiscated, with
out a home or relatives and at the mercy of
Clinton's heartless mistress, life would have
held no more for her than the doubtful ben
efit of mere existence in confinement for &n
indefinite period.
And yet was my reason against the idea of
her self-destruction. There was mystery in
her disappearance, but its solution lay not in
tnat. The attacking party had boarded us
fiom either side, yet not an eye had seen her
cast herself into the 6ea. There was more
than this to make me doubtful. For her
brother's sake she bad sacrificed herself be
fore Clinton, yet' on my hand was placed
her last kiss. Had she left the world thus,
without a word to him, without a warning to
me? It was unnatural, unholy; it was mon
strous to think of, and yet— The possible
solution of the riddle as it elrove into my
train had scarce time to find lodgment be
fore it was put to flight by the voice of Bel
den, which seemed to come from directly
t<verhead, his words showing that the con
tinuance of my present safety was not as
sured.
"Think you that dingy could be hauled
p.board and repaired? 'Twas a neat shot,
end the ball seems to have cleft her like a
knife."
"So it looks," came an answer, "but I'll
warrant you'll find her full of fissures. The
work will barely repay the trouble. Better
cut her adrift. If wind comes, the wreck
will drag like a sea anchor. You might give
attention to the quarter boat yonder, and
pet the hatch aboard."
"The hatch, yes," Belden returned; "but
the boart is stove badly. Curses on the rebel;
"The ball struck Ames."
be has cost us ten vnen in all, and only to
give us the slip! "Pis small wonder Lijuns
h.iry has the shakes at thought of hiin4
Think of the nerve—"
"Damn him!" was the retort. "What
about the schooner? Lounsbury wants to
take her in. There's nothing gone but the
l'oretopmast, and witb three men he eowd
work her if the captain consents. In the
face of our being short-handed, the idea-is
not bad if the villain can be trusted."
"He'll scarce run off with the schooner,"
answered Belden, "and lead is no tempta
tion, though I'd be shy of trusting him with
anything more valuable. I know him of
eld. lie was scavenger to Clinton, and to
Howe before him. Here, lad, cut away that
painter."
The last words were an order probably
given to a sailor, for presently I heard the
splash of the severed line. At the same
n.oment a boat swept by, anil from the few
words I could gather I guessed the 1 hioh sur
geon had arrived and gone aboard.
After that more boats passed and re
passed as time dragged on, and finally the
bulk of the vessel's captors returned to their
own schooner, for, saving now and then
tile sound of a single man tramping the
'Jock, the stillness was unbroken.
It was witb mighty satisfaction! that I had
heard the final order to cut the tie binding
my refuge to the schooner. I gave no
thought to what might come of my being
odrift on the broad ocean. Beyond eacii
moment as it came and went I seemed to
have no interest. The future was blank,
nor need I consider it so long as the wind
held ulf, for in the calm the dingy and
whooner would not part company, and un
til darkness felli I would be compelled to
remain in my present pinched quarters.
Hooded as I was, up to the present my
hearing had been my only sense brought into
play, but with the departure of the last boat
load of men 1 used my eyes for the first time.
The interior of the shelter under which I
hung was lighted almost entirely from be
low, and a delicate greenish-blue tint played
over tl>e planks and ribs of the wreck.
Shielded from direct light overhead, the
shell gave all the effects of a water telescope,
fc.r, on turning my eyes downward, my
sight pierced the ocean for fathom after
lathom, the color of the depths growing
from the most tender blue to a clear and
then dark green, showing me that the bot
tom !§y beyond vision and far below. It was
crily by turning to the hole in the keel that
I could guess the hour, nor was it long be
fore the sun had set and darkness came on
upacc. By the natural attraction of tint!
ing bodies, the boat had drawn near the
schooner, and, as they struck and cium j 1
together, i heard the voice of the > . « .
Ue left the cabin and caine on tie; ..
"Well, by the powers, I suppose I must
obey orders, if the boy is moved, he die#
that's flat an' by me soul, lie may go, spite
o' me .skill! I must bide here the night,
must 1? Ay, well; send aboard u couple o"
bottles, Belden, or, by the piper, I'll mutiny.
\\ should a dirty rebel be worth more
than our men? Is Scammell to bide with
me?"
"No," answered Belden; "he's sent for by
the captain. I'll lix the liquor, McCary.
Now, Mr. Lounsbury, you have heard your
instructions. Follow us as soon as the wind
I'ses; you will have it ere long—the glass
l.as fallen. We will'stand near you. Are
you ready, Scammell?"
There was suppressed conversation after
this, and then another boat put away. In
perhaps an hour it returned and was hoist
ed to the davits, and then again there was
bilenee—a deep, brooding silence, such as is
only known in a night calm on the sea.
As I have said, 1 had given no thought to
tht» future or what consequence my present
situation might entail should the schooner
follow her captor. But as the darkness
and a chill due to my protracted
spbinersion struck to my bones, 1 realized
»?iat, except for having put myself beyond
the sight 01 my enemies, 1 had accomplished
nothing. True it was that I might h*ive laid
a course ere this, for I had hung unmolested
for a number of hours; but, instead of turn
ing to my own interests, I had let my brain
play over the mystery of the disappearance
of Miss King. What this portended 1 had
failed to dwell upon. Knowing that for
myself there remained nothing to do but
slay where I was until chance should open
a way for me to gain the shore or mischance
deliver me a prisoner or send me to the
bottom, I had racked my fancy for a solu
tion of the one question regarding the lady.
As a reward for this constant effort, I had
flit upon what I thought to be the correct
answer to the puzzle, but to verify it had
been thus far beyond possibility. Now the
darkness, the warning chill, and my general
uncertainty brought me up with a round
turn, and I gave attention solely to my own
affairs.
Further than that I must leave my shel
ter and gain the schooner, I could not pro
ceed in laying my line of action. To use
the wreck as a support and push the un
manageable thing for an uncertain number
of miles to the Long Island coast would re
fult, in my present condition, in collapse
and death. It did not take me long to de
lermine that my only hope lay in the near-by
schooner; a forlorn hope at best, for the at
tempt to board her would immediately place
my life in jeopardy. Nor would I have
turned a thought to her had I not over
heard that she would be manned by Louns
bury and three hands only. This handful
of men (the doctor counting as nothing in
my eyes), the calm, and the probable total
iack of discipline which would follow the
transfer of the sailors from a vessel of war
to a half-dismantled prize under unofficial
command, might allow me to gain foothold
en deck. Ay, 1 thought, by some possibility
I may reclaim my loss and become master
of the situation, only let me fairly see the
chance.
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
YANKEE ADVERTISING DODGE.
An Instance In Which H Shrewd Hus
tler Mukea re Uuod Clean-Cp
with Cheap ClKur*.
An ex-collector of customs relates
this asi among hi® experiences: "Some
years ago- and shortly prior to the holi
days a man came into the office and
■siaid that he wanted to talk with me
personally. He looked like an unso
phisticated fellow who had come in
from the country to try his hand at
business, though he had sharp fea
tures/ and a nasal twang.
" 'Mister,' he began when we were
alone, 'l'm in a kind of a snarl and
I've come to you because. I want to do
the square thing. I had a nice lot of
Havaney cigars shipped to Windsor,
thinkin* I could do a stroke sellin' 'em
here in Detroit. I had a man there to
take care of 'em till I come on, but he,
not. knowin' notlvin' about, the law,
packs them cigars in. a boat, an* brings
'em over here without pay in.' no duty.
I reckon it was smugglin', but he's
honest as the sun and I hurried right
here soon's 1 I lxeerd of what he'd done.
Here's a sample of them cigars,' as
he held out a box, 'and I want to say
right here that I never had a more de
licious smoke.' He took me to the lit
tle room he had rented and showed me
hundreds of boxes on which he had
paid the duty, and I let. the matter
drop. It got into the papers, even to
my verdict as to the quality oP the
cigars.
"Then my honest Yankee made a
special Christmas' sale, patronized
chiefly by ladies l who did not care so
much about price as they did about the
credit of having onoe selected good
goods. He was closed out in no time
and disappeared. There wa® a ran*
odor in the local atmosphere that
Christmas. The cigars were che«p
Connecticut Aliens and cheaper Penn
sylvania wrappers. The cigar lie gave
me was a 'ringer.' Uncle Sam grtt
money that did not belong to him. but
it was an advertising ischemic out of
which the Yankee mtrde a fat thing."
—Detroit Journal.
The W-omnn of It.
Powtal Clerk—This letter is over
weight, ma'am. You'll have to put an
other stamp on it.
Woman—l think the government Is
just too mean for anything. I know I've
mailed hundredsof leitersthat weren't
anywhere near full weight, so I think
the least you can do is to let. this one
go through.—Judge.
A Pert I noil t lii <iu fry.
Nevrlywed (complacently)—Oh! of
course, all women have sharp tongues;
"every rose, has its thorn," you know.
Oletimer (dryly)—And have you no
ticed, yet, how a rose will fade, but a
thorn won't?— Puck.
Strnteif y.
"Why is it that you af.t down to the
office so early now?"
"My wife's doing her own cooking,
and 1 have to make her believe that 1
can't wait for breakfast."—Chicago
Daily News.
Slip Talked.
"111-. ;ai.l yen were a bird."
•T..r:;!ly ?" >•-tt«- • Nclainied. delighted.
• V —a parrot."—Chicago Post.
TO CHECK SENILITY.
DP. MetchnikolT Malum to Have Dis
covered a Serum l»y Which Death
May lie Warded Off.
Dr. Metclinikoff's discovery of an
alleged means of cheeking senility is
still the subject of intense interest at
Paris, although the authors are still
trying- to prevent the premature pub
lication of the results of their re
searches. The distinguished physi
cian, however, received a correspond
ent in his private laboratory in the
l'asteur institute.
"At present," he said, "we are only
in the theoretic stage, but the sur
prising success that has attended our
experiments thus far gives hope that
DR. ELIE METCHIROFF.
(Reputed Inventor of a Serum That Checks
Senility.)
we soon shall be far beyond mere the
ory. Until the best serum for use to
the end of strengthening and invig
orating the nobler cells of the human
body is found, we shall be defenseless
against old age, but this once discov
ered, the cells needing it are armed
for the conflict with their destroying
neighbors. Then death will become
less terrible, for we can adjourn the
final hour until the tired body calls
for rest. The time assuredly will
come when we shall be able to main
tain for an indefinite period the equi
librium between the constructive and
destructive forces of the body. I am
not prepared to say that man ever
will be able to live always. No owe
woulti want that. Some force appar
ently outside one's self, but really
within, now commands that one
should die. All of us will be glad of
death at some time, just as we wish to
stop eating when we are satiated."
Dr. Mirey, the newly elected pres
ident of the Academy of Medicine, ex
presses regret that this so-called dis
covery has received such wide pub
licity thus early. "It has not yet come
before any scientific body for exam
ination," he says,"and until this hap
pens scientific men will pay no atten
tion tc newspaper talk ori the sub
ject."
DUKE OF WESTMINSTER.
Determined to Itemaia la the Field,
Although He Is Sow the Richest
Man la Great llrltaln.
The new duke of Westminster, who
has just succeeded to his grandfather's
titles and estates, is the richest man In
Engl.ind and bears one of the proud
est names in the British peerage. But
he is not too rich nor too proud to servu
his country in war, and at this moment
is an aide-de-camp on the staff of Sir
.(ilfred Milner, the governor of the Cape
of Good Hope and its dependencies.
The duke, better known under his
former country title of Viscount Del
grave, will come of age next March,
should he not fall in the campaign, lie
is a second lieutenant of the Cheshire
Yeomanry cavalry. The romantic in
terest aroused by the determination of
the young duke to remain in the field
in South Africa, is increased by a re-
DUKE OF WESTMINSTER.
(Said to Be the Richest Man In the United
Kingdom.)
cent discovery. It appears that the fiOO
acres in the heart of London, which
constitute the chief wealth of the duke
of Westminster, came into the family as
the result of a runaway love match made
by an ancestor of the present duke.
In Sir Thomas Grosvenor fell in
love with the pretty daughter of Ebury
Manor, a house standing far without
the city, and surrounded by five large
pastures. This property became the
dower of the bride and gradually Lou
don grew up around it. It lay idle,
however, until the first part of this
century, when the great-grandfather
of the new duke conceived the idea of
building up the estate with row after
row of palatial houses.
Swords May He Abolished.
The suggestion of substituting a
Martini-Met ford carbine for the sword
an ofiieer usually carries is being large
ly discussed in military circles. The ob
ject ion against the sword is that, when
marching through hilly country, it
hampers an officer's movements in get
ting over rough ground, while a car
bine cou' 1 be used as a walking-stick,
thus beirg u great help and support.
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Good as a Mile."\
!* If you are not entirely me 11, you are !
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It is a sense of weariness, a "tired I
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A Sew Method.
Hie public schools of a certain New Eng
land city have recently taken to an exact
ing form of art. The pupils are placed be
fore a model and told to sketch a* they see.
One day a little girl was seated on a chair on
the platform, and her classmates were given
the u-ual order, 'i he results varied. Some
of the drawings looked like a human being
in a state of repose, other.* like wooden doils.
Cut one little girl had drawn the chair and
a tiny figure standing in front of it.
''Mary," said the discouraged teacher,
"didn t I say: 'Draw Amelia as you saw
her?' "
"Yes'm."
"Well, is she standing in front of the
chair?''
"No'm. She's sitting in it."
"Then why didn't you draw her sitting?"
Tears came into the child's eyes. She was
misunderstood.
"But I hadn't got to it," she said. "I was
just going to bend her down when you rang
the bell."—Youth's Companion.
It isn't so easy to collect as to recollect
what men owe you.—Chicago Dispatch.
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