LITERATURE
JAmono; (.he thinga I've never aeea
I Josie Daskant type of kid
The kind (see any manaine)
That talka aa lire one never did;
Put then I'd flee, I'm frank in any inn.
If such one toward me came atraying.
I never henrd a peraon talk
The way H. .lamed ran mnke tlicm aplelj
Think how Dame Nature e'en must balk
When Henry 'a dope's palmed off aa real;
But if thia type lived in the nation
,Who'd atop to grasp it a conversation?
Basil Deane, artist, Becking In
spiration, found it in a remote
French Canadian hill village. Aa he
paused outside a cheerful red mill a
week after he had first seen the place
a low-toned melodious voice close
at hla elbow said:
"Monsieur smllps! Monsieur has
happy things to think about!"
Basil looked down and saw a little
old-fashioned figure, and a pair of
soft eyes.
"I am glad to see monsieur smile."
And this time Basil noticed a peculiar"
tenderness in the voice. 'I have
watched him every day for a week,
and he has always seemed grave and
absorbed."
Quite unconsciously, Basil was
walking along by her side, and now
said:
"It is a pretty place for a home.
One might easily enough dream
away a summer's day here."
"But we do not dream here, we
work," said the girl, smiling.
"What do you do?"
"We make ribbons ribbons as
fine as those of Lyons. Does mon
sieur know that he literally stum
bled over me but yesterday?"
"I did not know it, but I ask your
pardon."
"Oh, you need not humiliate your
self before me. I am only Marguer
ite, the ribbon weaver. If it were
Pauline now, she would make a
stately courtesy and say that mon
sieur was forgiven."
"And who is Pauline?" said Basil,
amused.
The girl's face assumed a puzzled
look.
"That Is not easy to say," she re
plied, in a mysterious, low tone. "I
sometimes think she is a princess In
disguise, and at other times, when
I am angry because she scolds me,
I say she is only a cross old woman
whom some day I shall run away
from. And now I must bid monsieur
good day."
"Walt," said Basil, hastily. "You
who know the village so well should
be able to tell me of some hospitable
person who takes lodgers."
"Does monsieur wish to stay?
Why,then, Pauline is the very wo
man who will be pleased to oblige
him. Yonder she lives." And she
nodded a gay good-by and tripped
away. It seemed as if the sunshine
had been suddenly withdrawn. Basil
gazsd after her a moment, then
crossed the street to the house. In
I. t. aa ctu UIU V WlllUll 1C131111J Oil JV l
woefully wrinkled old woman, but
bright and keen as if she were but
twenty. Basil caught the gleam of
a glittering Jewel upon her bosom,
"Monsieur can come. You want
quiet? You Bhall have It. There Is
no one to disturb except my grand
child. Marguerite, a madcap girl
whose acquaintance it will be well to
discourage is you would be quiet.
Louis Duval, Deane's nearest
friend, received two letters one day
in his rich apartments In the great
city. The first was from his law
yer:
"Dear Duval: I have been looking
after your affairs, but don't come to
any positive conclusion.. Evidence
tends to show the existence of the
person to whom the codicil to the will
refers, but she seems to have disap
peared mysteriously, and as yet 1
have' found no clue to her where
abouts. You are so well off now, and
so generous, that I suppose you
wouldn't break your heart if this new
claimant should appear."
"Don't think I should! I'd gladly
divide the property with any one who
. shared my name. And now, Basil
Deane, for you!"
"My Dear Louis You never did a
kinder thing than when you took my
picture oft my bands and sent me
into the country. I think I never
lived before. It nothing happens
mean to do something else than
dream henceforth.
"I am housed with an old woman
and a young girl. I have not quite
made out the relation between them
yet, but it is apparently one of in
terest rather than affection. The old
woman's face is as yellow as the gold
that she loves so well, but her eyes
are as bright as diamonds. And
speaking of diamonds reminds me of
a remarkable ornament that 1 she
wears. It Is a Greek cross, the arms
studded with glittering Btones, pure
and brilliant as stars. I ventured to
make a remark concerning it when I
had been there a week.
" 'Those are very fine diamonds of
ycurs, Mile. Pauline,' I said. The
old woman started and I fancied
grew pale.
" 'Diamonds! monsieur; you must
be joking. How Bhould an old woman
like me wear diamonds?' she said
sharply.
" 'Your brooch is an heirloom, I
suppose? -
" 'No, monsieur) I hav6 no ances
tors; I ani only one of the hour
geolse.'
" 'For all that,' I said, positively,
'those are Dne diamonds.'
'Paste, monsieur, paste! They
do these things with wonderful art
la France!' said the old woman,
"Now I could have sworn to the
genuineness of the diamonds, but
let the subject drop. I am, however
quite curious In regard to this old
woman. Nobody in the village knows
anything of her antecedents.
"My feeling for Marguerite that
Is the girl's name Is not curiosity
I am afraid I fell In love with her
before I painted her portrait. That
process Is, however, begun.
"3ke scarcely glaaced at the pic
ture the first two or tlwee days, but
aND LIFE.
I've never aeen Jack Tendon's Itiml,
Whs finlil three battle every day,
And ne'er ia in peaceful mind
Unless mixed up in a melee;
Tn fnct, I'd think It strictly propef '
To hand audi to the neareat copper.
There ia no Raffle in life' fold,
And likewise there's no Sherlock Holme;
No one so clever, or o bold,
Thia stupid footatool ever ronmed;
In fact, if you want life, not diction,
Don't hunt for it in modern fiction.
Denver Republican.
IAMONDS
HE
one day she peeped over my shoulder.
Her surprise was charming.
" 'Am I like that?' she said, her
soft, large eyes full of wondering de
light. " 'Like it, but more beautiful.'
" 'Monsieur is very good,' she re
plied, with downcast eyes. 'But the
picture is like one that Pauline has
locked up in her drawer. I do not
now who it is, but sometimes I
think it is my mother.'
Presently I said:
'Don't you remember your moth
er?'
" 'Ah, no! when I look back it is
only Pauline, nothing but Pauline.'
" 'Only Pauline! and what Is the
matter with Pauline, pray?' said a
wiry, sinuous voice, and looking, we
both saw the wrinkled, yellow visage
of the old woman.
A look of vivid dislike crossed
the girl's face, and she hastened
away.
Who is Marguerite?' I said, ab
ruptly.
'Do you not guess? What
should she be but a poor foundling
whoc. for Bweet charity's sake I
adopted?'
"Something In the subtle evil look
in oil Pauline's face as she said this
made me certain that it was a lie.
Then Marguerite returned.
" 'Letters, monsieur!' she said.
"The superscription of yours
caught my eye in an instant. In my
surprise and pleasure I pronounced
your name aloud. There was an in
stantaneous crash at the other end
of the room. I turned astonished and
beheld that hideous old Pauline her
face a deathly, yellowish white, and
her eyes wide open and glaring fixed
ly upon me.
" 'Monsieur!' she said, in a strange,
harsh voice. Marguerite ran for
ward. 'Pauline, Pauline!' she said, In
terror.
'Are you ill?' I asked, going up
to her.
" 'Thanks, monsieur! I am not ill.
Twas an accursed wasp stung me.
Mon Dleu! 'twas like a stab,' she re
plied, angrily.
"The sting was a pretense. Could
the mention of your name have af
fected her so powerfully? Am I
right in my impression that your
family is from Southern France?"
For answer to this voluminous
epistle, Basil received a half sheet
from his friend:
"I am coming; expect me on
Thursday."
Basil came in at dinner time, his
eyes shining with pleasure at this
prospect.
"Monsieur has good news," said
Pauline, with a scrutinizing look at
his face.
Basil glanced at her and perceived
that the glittering brooch was miss'
ing.
"You are right. Mile. Pauline. My
friend, Louis Duval, is coming to
make me a visit. Would it be con
venient for you to accommodate my
friend also?"
Monsieur and his friend are most
welcome to the whole house," re
turned Pauline, in a peculiar tone.
It seemed to Basil Deane that night
as if his life had but Just begun.
Hitherto he had failed, and his lire
had had too many burdens, and too
tew hopes, for him to think ot asking
another to share it; but now all was
changed; nothing seemed impossible,
He loved Marguerite.
While he thought ot her, he saw
the nutter ot her light dress In one
ot the shaded alleys.
"Marguerite!" he said, coming
upon her suddenly.
Ah, It Is you, monsieur?" and her
face was Illumined.
I want you, Marguerite, to have
and to keep forever."
Her hands trembled she faltered
out:
I thought Pauline sent you for
me!"
"Nobody sent me. I saw you and
came because I love you and wanted
to be with you. Will you be my wife,
Marguerite?"
Your wife, monBleur! I am
poor ribbon weaver!" her Innocent
eyes lifted to his In frank surprise,
And I am a poor artist. There is
no disparity between us. The only
question is ot your loving me."
"There Is no question of that, mon
sleur."
The moon had dropped below the
dark belt ot forest that shut in the
little valley where Basil tell asleep,
When he awjke the sun was far up
the sky. The remembrance of the
past night came to him like a dream
of Ineffable happiness.
When he came downstairs he
opened the door ot the little kitchen,
It was still and empty; no fire on the
hearth; uo signs ot lite anywhere,
He crossed the room, and after tap
ping at the door of the bedroom
where Pauline slept, opened it and
looked in. The bed had been undls
turbed since the day before. The
women ha.d disappeared. A thorough
examination ot the houBe showed
that, while no, bulky articles had
been taken, nothing ot value was left,
The next day BaBll Deane present
ed hluiBelf In the city and told Louis
of the mysterious flitting.
LouiB mobile race nad grown
sober. Ho halt-opened his lips to
speak, but the distress in Basil
countenance checked the words. He
was thinking.
"You do not speak Tou think 1
am deceived!"
"I am afraid you are," gently.
"Upon my life I am not," said
Basil, eagsrly, "I an a tool in world
ty matters If you say so, but I know
a pure, true woman when I see her
And I'll find Marguerite!"
He began his search at once, Louis
Duval sometimes aiding him, and
oftener, as time went by, trying to
dissuade him.
It was two years after Marguerite's
disappearance, and during that time
Basil Deane had become a popular
artist. His pictures were no longer
hung In obscure corners at the exhi
bitions, but were the centre ot ad
miring crowds. One evening, while
waiting with Louis, he stepped Into a
goldsmith's shop upon some trifling
errand.. A shabby, foreign-looking
man stood by the counter. "But if
monsieur would be good enough to
look at this," said the man, with
French accent, and directly a lucid
point shone out.
Basil's hand tightened overhir
friend's arm.
'That Is the jewel I told you of. I
know Its setting," he said, in an ex
cited whisper.
"Where did you get this?" de
manded the goldsmith, looking at
him with suspicion.
"It Is a family Jewel, returned
the man, hurriedly, but, as II
alarmed, the man began to put the
trinket up. "If monBleur does not
want it I will offer it elsewhere," he
said, and went out. Our two friend?
silently followed, and at last came tc
a narrow alley. Before a tall, shabby
house the man stopped. A hand war
laid upon his shoulder.
'You are to explain how that jewel
came Into your possession, said
Basil, with resolution. "Monsieur,
the brooch is my wife's," said th
man.
'Indeed! We will go in then and
inquire of her." And Basil put hli
hand upon the bell-pull.
'For heaven's sake, gentlemen
don't do that," said the man, in fear.
Pauline will be angry."
Basil's heart leaped. For a mo
ment he was Incapable of speech. The
shabby man opened the door and ran
up a long flight. In a moment BasP
Deane and Louis Duval followed. A
shriek burst from Pauline's lips, and
then she sank down in a corner
Somebody came forward.
"Monsieur!"
"Marguerite!"
The name was a glad cry, and his
arms were open to receive her.
Marguerite's cheeks flushed. She
looked In wonder from one to the
other, her color visibly rising undei
Louis' eager gaze. And he seemed
unable to remove his eyes from her.
'Who are you? What do you
want?" said Pauline, her eyes gleam
ing maliciously. .
"Gently, madame! you know that
but for one or two things you would
be in the galleys at Toulon," said
Duval.
" 'Tis a He! You don't know any
thing about it!" she cried.
"Then I must recall a few passages
In your life to your remembrance;
and I do it as much for the sake of
that girl as for yours," said Louis.
You know that when you were my
mother's bonne, In the contusion of
her illness you stole her diamonds
and had paste substituted for them.
It was the brooch which - was my
father's wedding present to her that
betrayed you at last."
Pauline dropped .her face in her
hands.
"And then, when my father mar
ried again, he retained you because
of your supposed kindness to my
mother. And when my grandfather.
angry at this second match, and de
spising Marguerite's mother peas
ant-born, but noble-hearted let you
see his hate, you fanned It with lies,
and when at last the poor young
creature died in my father's absence,
you were ready, for money, to steal
Marguerite. Now go and get my dia
monds! "
She obeyed humbly, bringing them
from a dingy closet, where they lay
In a rough box beneath a pile of rub
bish. Louis took the lucid gems out
ot their rough casket. Their splen
dor illumined the room.
"Here, Marguerite, little sister!"
He hung them upon her soft,
brown curls, dropped them in shining
links around her white throat and
fastened them to the dainty wrists.
She stood there between her brother
and her lover, adorned like a queen,
and happier in her simple woman
hood than any queen ot them all.
Amanda M. Hale.
India's Cotton Tree.
London Commercial Intelligence
recently printed a letter from J. R.
Spence at Wallas Cotton Plantation,
Deese, who claims to have discov
ered a variety of cotton tree, Indigen
ous to India, capable ot revolutioniz
ing the cotton Industry of that coun
try. He says the tree grows in vari
ous parts of Bombay and Madras
Presidencies, which produces cotton
Infinitely superior both in classifica
tion and staple to American cotton
and in classification alone cannot be
equaled by Egypt. It is an astonish
ing fact that the value of the tree's
product has not up to this time been
discovered by any one in the cotton
trade, notwithstanding the fact that
the tree has been known to exist
since the time ot the mutiny and
probably for hundreds of years prev
iously. The only uses the cotton it
produces has been put to are the
manufacture ot wickB tor lamps in
Hindu temples and the stuffing ot
beds and pillows. After careful ex
amination of the cotton, Mr. Spence
unhesitatingly expressed the opinion
that it would probably revolutionize
the cotton Industry ot India and
largely reduce the European demand
tor American cotton.
Same True of Spelling,
When I was in England, before
the "entente cordlale," I discussed
the metric system with an English
man. The English system of weights
and measures, he admitted, was com
plex, bat he said It was precisely be
cause of Its Innumerable difficulties
that it constituted a marvelous in
strument for making supple the
young brains which filled the Eng4ish
schools. M. Grlmui, iu Le Journal
ot Paris.
The peanut crop In the Unite
States now amounts to 11,000,000
bushels annually. The total sales
amount to between ft, 000,000 and
10,000,000.
J '
The Mexican Central Railway has
used concrete blocks for the roof lin
ing of tunnels, being cheaper than
cut stone. These blocks weighed
about 108 pounds each, so that one
man could handle them and place
them in the arch.
Delicate speed-regulating appara
tus Is required when a dynamo Is
geared direct to a windmill. In a
new system the windmill pumps
water into a hydraulic accumulator,
and water from this kept by auto
matic valves at a pressure ot seventy
five pounds per square Inch drives
the dynamo. A storage battery saves
the surplus power in the usual way.
A wire-rope tramway for trans
porting Iron ore has been built near
Fort Montgomery, N. Y., on the Hud
son River, for the Hudson Iron Com
pany. The tramway Is 6300 feet
long and delivers the ore at a point
390 feet below the starting point.
Its capacity is twenty-three tons per
hour. The ore buckets are perma
nently attached to the rope and are
loaded by a traveling automatic load
er or hopper.
Lord Kelvin, the well-known scien
tist, has written a letter to the Times,
of London, concerning discussions be'
fore the British Association for the
Advancement of Science. He pro
tests against the inference that he
lium may be produced from radium
and the Idea of the gradual evolu
tion of one metal from the other. He
also expresses himself as against the
hypothesis that the heut of the sun
or the earth is due to radium. He
believes It to be mainly due to gravi
tation. M. Camllle Herrgott, a well
known French engineer, is said to
have invented a peculiar method ot
charging cloth with electricity in or
der to furnish heat to the wearer in
cold weather. The idea is carried
out by means of fine electric wires
woven into the cloth, to charge
which a very fine battery is needed.
He calls his Invention the "electric
thermophlle," and claims for it that
It can be used in connection with all
kinds of fabrics, and does not alter
their ordinary appearance or their
usual flexibility.
VAST STORE OF WEALTH,
Mother Earth Has Supplied the
World's Greatest Fortunes.
Belt's vast wealth came from
mines diamonds, gold and copper
like the immense fortune of Senator
William A. Clark, of Montana; like
the $25,000,000 or more accumula
ted by Cecil Rhodes.
The earth was also the source of
the wealth ot both John D. Rocke
feller and his brother William. The
same thing is true of Carnegie's
great store of wealth. It waB really
dug from iron mines iron and coal.
Krupp piled up the largest estate
In Germany in like manner. He
made his money by manufacturing
:he product of Iron mines.
The earth is a magnificent store
bouse ot wealth. It has proved more
trultful of Immense fortunes than
the vast transportation business
which made the fortunes ot the Van
ierbllts and the Goulds, Hill, Harrl
man and the rest ot the railroad
kings. It has beaten the mere owner-
ship and the use of the surface of
the ground, Astor fashion, says the
Cleveland Leader. Whereupon the
Manufacturer's Record adds;
Yes, and the great centre of the
earth's storehouse is the South.
Think of its coal area, nearly three
times as great as the combined coal
fields ot Great Britain, Germany and
Pennsylvania; of its iron . ore, far
surpassing in quantity that which
made the fortunes of Carnegie and
Krupp; of its oil, promising to ex
ceed In yield all that went to make
the fortunes of the Rockefellers; ot
Us sulphur, which dominates the
world's sulphur trade; ot its phos
phate, which holds the same unique,
position in the world's fertilizer in
dustry; of its vast stores of cement
making materials, the industry which
promises to rival Iron and steel; ot
its copper and other higher forms of
minerals, and then let your imagin
ation attempt to forecast the vastness
oi the wealth which this mineral
storehouse of the world is to turn
loose in the South.
By Ha'l to Siberia.
With the incorporation In New
Jersey of the Trans-Alaskan Siberian
Railway Company, with an author
ized capital of $6,000,000, the first
step toward the Joining of the old
and new worlds is taken, and the
world in general will await with
some interest the further progress of
the scheme of the French, Russian
and American syndicates which hope
to carry the plans to a successful con
clusion. The new Incorporation Is
the result ot a contract entered into
by a special commission appointed by
the Czar of Russia and Loicq De Lot
bel In 1906. The main line is to
start from Kansk station on the
Trans-Siberian Railway and to run
easterly to the boundary of Amur
province; thence to a point between
Yakoutuk and Okatsk, thence to
Bering Strait with various branches.
The main road will be about 3750
miles long and the branch road
2250 miles. The Alaska terminal
will be Cape Prince of Wales, Sew
ard Peninsula. Conection is to be
made by a tunnel under Bubrlng
Strait. Of course the cost ot the con
struction will bo enomous, running
well into nine figures, and this
$6,000,000 is a merely nominal cap
italization. BoEion Adve-tlser,
Iu Honor of the Clo'h.
Clergymen all over the country
ara greatly relieved at the reported
decision ot the Oxfordshire Educa
tion Committee to dismiss the head
mistress of Bamptou Aston School
for taking hold of the vicar and Blink
ing him. It the practice had been
allowed to proceed unchecked, the
prestige of the church might hav
been seriously Impaired. Punch.
SUCCESS NOT ALWAYS
THE RESULT OF VIRTUE
By WILBUR L B0NNEY;
From a perusal and comparison ot
many current writings on the subject
of success, It appears that no definite
meaning Is conveyed by the term
"succoss." In one article a man who
after fifteen years of struggle has es
tablished himself In the grocery busi
ness Is given as an example of suc
cess; In another paper a man who has
worked tip from a messenger boy at
93 per week to foreman at $25 per
week is set forth as an example of
what may be achieved; in still oth
ers It is Implied, it not actually ex
pressed, that nothing short ot a bank
president, railroad official or million
aire can be really considered success
ful. This is confusing to the young
man who wishes to know what the
world expects of him, and to what he
must aspire in order to hope to enter
the golden circle of the "successful."
In the advice and Interviews kindly
lavished by the men who have been
successful, with a capital S, It ap
pears that they always claim, ex
plicitly or by Implication, that the
success is due to their virtues. Now,
it is morally certain that many of
them owe their Buccesa to their im
moral qualities, to the fact that they
have overreached, browbeaten or
ruined competitors, neighbors and
even friends.
They set themselves upon a pedes
tal, however, and invite the public
to believe that it Is their virtues that
have been rewarded by an apprecia
tive fate with the crown ot wealth or
position. These things confuse the
uninitiated and discourage those who
know that they themselves deserve
some measure ot success If virtue is
to be the criterion.
The fact is, the successful, In the
ordinary acceptance ot the term, us
ually conceal the essential point in
relating their experience. Some for
tunate accident, some happy connec
tion, or, perhaps, some act of indirec
tion or unconsidered speculation, was
the key, and that point they do not
reveal: they would rather have it
believed that they did it all by delib
erate purpose, and by the exercise of
respectable virtue and superior
shrewdness.
If you will dig into the biography
of almost all wealthy men you will
find some such crisis at Which they
passed from the ranks of wage earn
ers to the class ot those to whom suc
cess opens wide its portals. In other
words, there was some det'nlte trans
action which lifted them out of the
ranks end made them eligible to
higher honors.
One instance of this kind happened
In this way: A poor and idle, but
fairly intelligent, young man was
making a precarious living on the
outskirts of the real estate business
In Minneapolis. His virtues were not
:onspicuous and if success were cast
ing about for some one upon whom
to work her magic spell she would
probably have had to seek this young
man at the races or the ball game,
lie learned through his real estate
connection that a large semi-public
corporation desired to purchase a
forty acre tract near the city and wasi
about to open negotiations with the
owner.
The young man went to the rec
ords, found that the owner of the
and was a widow living in a small
Iowa town, who had not seen her
laud for over fifteen years. He
boarded the train, went to the widow.
Informed her that he wished to en
large his farm and would consider
taking her forty-acre tract it she
would sell cheap. She finally signed
a contract agreeing to deed the land
to him for $3000. The serai-public
corporation two months afterward
paid him $40,000 for the tract, and
the man is now pointed out as one
who has earned success as the result
ot certain virtues which he Indeed
never possessed. This land transac
tion he alwayB omits when he fur
nishes interviewers with a short
sketch of his path to success.
The matter ot chance Is also neg
lected In the average talk upon thia
subject. In the game ot life, where,
thero are so many players, it must
happen by the law of chance that a
few are favored out of all proportion
to the rest. The law ot chance must
favor some without regard to person
ality. If a piece of land passes
through the hands of twenty owners,
some one of them will own it when a
city is located thereon; the other
nineteen will be considered lacking
n foresight, while to the lucky owner
will be ascribed all the virtues which
cluster about the wealthy; whereas
he may have taken the land on a bad
debt, or in a horse trade, without
foresight and without deliberation.
If by Buccess one means a compe
tence secured at the age ot sixty, it
is no doubt within the reach of all
healthy, Intelligent young men, and
the old-fashioned virtues ot frugality,
honesty, patience and calculating
judgment are the only sure means of
reaching It.
Even In this modest aspiration the
man with all these virtues In his
favor may fail by one false step, but
his experience in the school of self
control will do much to prevent such
a step, and after many days of such
strenuous and unromantte plodding,
life will not open to him and show
him that virtue is not in vain, that
the wise and conservative precepts
of the ages are true. Indeed, to him
who masters himself and alms at
only what is possible by honest
means and patient, contented study
of the laws by which permanent re
sults are gaihet
Brilliant exceptions do not form
a basis for reasoning. It is not safe
to draw conclusions from exceptional
cases. A few examples of quick and
phenomenal success do not form any
basis for reasoning about the chances
ot the average man. It is poor logic
to argue from exceptions Instead ot
from the rule, and it is not tho rule
for two-pnth boys to become presi
dents. Such examples as Mr. Schwab
nnd Mr. Gates are very exceptional
rflSP It fll fai- UOfap an.4 innA.
detcrmlno what Is tho usual result
ot a lifetime's energy and intelli
gence, nnd to lay pluns accordingly,
than to be led iu optimistic conclu
sions by nrgulng from striking excep
tions and disregarding the dull and
inexorable rule. Retail Clorks' In
ternational AdvocsUo.
IX THE TVTHOOX.
What the Great Wind Did Off tho
Harbor of Hongkong.
Shortly before dawn the Sado
Maru was hove to and forged into
the head sea. About this time the
glass began to rise, the worst was
past. At dawn bugs seas surged
past the side, the trough of the waves
was white with foam and the crests
snatched up by the wind caused a
dense spume-formed mist over the
whole waters.
The sea was strewn with wreck
age; everywhere spars, sails, timber
and wave-swept derelicts evidenced
the havoc among the Junks.
About 10 a. m. on Tuesday great
excitement was caused by a man
being sighted about a mile away,
clinging to some wreckage. The ship
altered course and an attempt was
made to reach the mast and shred
ot sail to which he clung.
The first effort failed, the second
was better; first a buoy then a bow
line reached him and he was hauled
on board.
He was livid from exhaustion and
exposure and unable to stand the
sole survivor of a crew of twenty.
This was only the beginning. A
few miles further a tangle of spars
supported six. Including two women;
then a junk with only the poop out
of water yielded two men and a
child. Still further another Junk in
similar plight gave two more. And
so on, from every form of raft, till a
total of elxty-Blx was reached, in
cluding one Englishman, a pilot.
A man who was on board H. M. S.
Tamar writes:
VThe whole time there was an
endless procession of junks and sam
pans, mostly dismasted, tearing past
the ship, some abandoned and others
with several wretches still on board,
all very terrified, doing Joss-pidgin to
their gods, and throwing joss papers
into the water. The majority of
them were rudderless as wsl) as
mastless and consequently complete
ly at the mercy of the elements. It
was pitiable to see them passing so
close and yet to be powerless to
rescue them. They shouted and
screamed at every steam launch that
came within sight to take them off,
but the launches had enough to do
to look after themselves. A party
of about six men in a loaded coal
lighter was rescued by a launch Just
abreast the ship. They appeared
quite cool and stepped on board the
launch and then returned to the
lighter and fetched the boxes con
taining al their worldly goods and
then went off, leaving a poor little
chow dog In the lighter to await the
end. South China Morning Post.
WORDS OF WISDOM.
A man thinks he is mighty good to
his wife to let her think he is.
Half the fun of being rich seems to
be trying to get richer with it.
If it wasn't on her head you would
think a woman's hat was a flying ma
chine. A man has to holler pretty loud to
get any one to take stock in his vir
tues. A millionaire never feels that he
has to speak of his house as a resi
dence. When a man talks about "accept
ing" a job it is a sign the salary is
small.
We support our children so that
they can raise their children tor us
to support.
There is hardly any Investment
that is more ot a risk than marrying
for money.
The most dangerous thing about
engagements is that they usually lead
to marriages.
It's mighty unfortunate for most
people that they look so much like
themselves.
The reason women hate mathe
mathics so much ia because thsy fcavve
to do with ages.
Maybe it people loved their nll
dren less they would be able to sup
port themselves.
No matter how much a woman dis
approves swearing she is grateful her
husband is so manly.
The only men who don't waste a
good deal of their money are those
who haven't it to waste.
Keeping up appearances keeps
more men down In their finances
than any other one thing in the
world.
The devil gets a lot of help in his
work from people who insist on driv
ing you desperate with thel good
advice.
There Is hardly anything that can
shock a sentimental girl more than
to find the way a poet can like steak
and fried potatoes.
It men who are engaged want to
be successful husbands they will do
well to save up some of their love
making for ' use after marrlage
From "Reflections ot a Bachelor," in
the New York Press.
Told of Professor Lounsbury.
The recent unofficial opinion of the
United States Supreme Court in the
matter of simplified spelling lends
especial point to the following anec
dote ot Professor Lounsbury, the
noted grammarian, of Yale, who, as
Is well known, has democratic and
liberal views on the subject of the
English language. Professor Louns
bury, according to Harper's Weekly,
apposes those who would substitute
tor simple terms pedantic ones -those
who would claim, for instance,
that tho phrase "To-morrow is Sun
Jay" is Incorrect, and would write
Instead: "To-morrow will be Sun
lay." Professor Lounsbury discussing
the question ot simple English, said
It Yale one afternoon:
"There was a little boy who began
to keep a diary. His first entry was
'Got up this morning at 7 o'clock
He showed the entry to his mother,
and she, horror-stricken, said:
."Have you never been to school?
Got up, Indeed! Such an expression!
Does the sun get up? No, it rises."
"'And she scratched out 'Got up at
T and wrote 'Rose at ?' In Us place,
"That night the boy, before retlr.
Ing, ended the entry for the day wti.h
the sentence, 'Set at o'clock.' "
Cupid's Master.
Though Cupid get th credit
For love affair we Jee,
There' one match maker greater.
And that's cupidity.
Puck.
r
All Depend.
"This man paid $250,000 for hi
seat. What do you say to that?"
"High for the stock exchange; low.
for the Senate." Courier-Journal. ..
A Misunderstanding.
"What on earth are you doing to
me?" asked the Indignant patient.
"Kneading your stomach," replied
the great physician.
"Well, let up; I may be needing it
myself one of these dys." Chicago
News. .
Physical Impossibility.
The House Cat "You're getting
fat and apoploctlc. I can see your
finish."
The Pug Dog (making an effort to
turn his head but giving it up)
"That's more than I can do, any
low." Chicago Tribune.
In the
Department Store.
"Oh, my!'
woman who
exclaimed the excited
had mislaid her bus-
band. "I'm
looking for a small man
with one eye
' Well, ma
'am," replied the polite
"If he's a small man,
better use both eyes."
Ledger.
floorwalker,
maybe you'd
Philadelphia
Base Slander.
"Your hunband," said Mrs. High
mus, graclour.ly, "Is decidedly inter
esting and original, even if he does
sometimes blow his own horn a little
"It isn't bo!" indignantly ex
claimed Mrs. Gaswell. "My husband
always uses his handkerchief!"'
Chicago Tribune.
A Wise Son.
"A dislike." Bald the gentle philos
opher, "should not lead us to any
active demonstration. We should
merely seek to avoid its object."
"Maybe my boy Josh has more
sense than I gave him credit for." re
Joined Farmer Corntossel. "That's
exactly the way he feels about work
of all kinds." Washington Star.
Early Explorations.
"Johnny, you have been very quiet
for the last half hour," observed Mrs.
Towne, who had been busy welcom
ing her brother, who had just ar
rived on a visit. "What have you
been doing, dear?"
"Me?" said Johnny, "why, I've
been going through Uncle Charlie's
dress suit case." Detroit Free Press.
Nothing to Regret. J
"Had a good time on the Fourth,
I suppose?"
With his one sound hand Johnny
pushed his bandages aside.
"You bet I did," he answered. '
"But how about your burns?"
"Huh! I don't care. It was the
very last cannon cracker I had that
blowed me up." Philadelphia
Ledger.
Didn't Blame the Church.
"Can I Induce you to go to
church?" asked the earnest evan
gelist. "O! not for mine, doc," replied the
hobo.
"Perhaps you have some feelings
against the church that may be
"No, I ain't got no grudge agin it;
mine was a home-weddin'." Phila
delphia Press.
Violated All Precedent.
"Were you ever really glad to hang
a man?"
"Only once," answered the Sheriff.
"I had prepared him a hearty break
fast of Bteak, eggs, potatoes, waffles
and coffee."
"Yes?"
"And the infernal ingrate demand
ed stewed oats Instead." Louisville
Courier-Journal.
Whom the Old Man Feared.
"Say," said Mrs. Nuritch. "your
father's got to stop smokln' his pipe
In the parlor. You'll have to speak
to him; he won't mind me."
"He ain't afraid o' me, neither,"
replied Nuritch.
'Well, something's got to be done."
"If I wasn't afraid o' scaring the
old man too bad I'd get the butler
after him." Philadelphia Press.
It Depends.
"Do you think any man can be la
love and be sane at the same time?"
"It depends on what he Is in love
with. If the object of bis affection
be beautiful, a good cook, able to
make her own clothes and willing to
overlook it If he doesn't call her Pet
or Darling in public, I don't see why
there should be any reason to doubt
tis sanity." Chicago Record-Herald.
Transformed.
"How did your son get along at
college?"
"Well," replied farmer Kornkob,
meditatively, "it made a new man ot
him." ,
"Indeed! In what way?"
"He's forgotten everything he
ought to know about the farm, and
learned everything he ought not to
know about the city." Milwaukee
Sentinel.
Supply and Demand.
"I tell you," Bald the passenger
with the skull cap, "there is some
thing wrong with a country wher
a prize-fighter can make more n.ouey
in one night than a college professor
can make in five years!"
"You're right, pard," said the pas
senger ' with the loud check suit.
"There's too blamed many college
professors and too blamed few grs:i
prize-fighters.". Chicago Trint'" V