IcAPANDj THE CAT. > By Judson Welle*. \ Copyrlglil, 1907, by Homer Sprague. \ Hank lllumau sat on the front i><>rc!i and gazed frankly and longingly across the neat fence to where Matie Korniuti worked In the garden and apparently gave him no heed. Hlnman had yet to find that a woman may look north or south and yet lie seeing east or west. Matle very much approved of Hlu man's attitude. The hunched up shoul ders spoke eloquently of the good effect of her training. As a rule, those shoul ders were accustomed to swagger, and It was the swagger to vhich Matle had objected. Just bocn\se they were en gaged she did not .oncede his right to order her about, and the engagement had been broken. Now that he was In this frame of mind she was quite willing to make up. but naturally to let the overture come from her would be a tactical error, and it did not look ns though Hank would ever be enough himself again to make "WHAT IS IT?" CRIED HANK. HEWIt,DEIUJI) BY THK SUDDEN CHAIIUE. the first move. She was rather sorry for him and just a tiny bit contemptu ous. This might have been the end of the story had it not been for Miss Mars den's cat. Hank hated Miss Marsden, her cat and all else that was hers. Having failed to acquire a proprietary right to a man In her younger days, she was revenging herself upon the sex by leading the women's lights movement in Carrsdale. It was she who had Inculcated these advanced notions In Matie, and Hank cordially hated her for It. Captain, Hank's dog, looked up, with wagging tail and appeal iu his soft brown eyes. Hank nodded. "Oct her, Cap," he urged, but Cap tain needed no urging. With a yelp of delight he was off down the side of the plot. Susan (her full name was Silvan H. Anthony) looked up to find retreat cut off. There were no trees In the 43 lonian front yard, and she mad for the next lot. She scrambled through the wide set pickets, and Captain took the fence with a leap, landing against Matle, who was just planting a bulb. He precipitated her into the middle of the tulip ln'.l. Then he dashed on In pursuit of f'.e cat. now comfortably In trenched up an apple tree. Hank sprang to Matie's rescue, but before ho muld leap the fence she had scrambled i • her feet and was facing him, her l':. > v. IMtc v :nger, save for the red spots that l<>n cither cheek. "You set the do;.- < aie," he de clared, with a stamp <■" :• i' >t. "I never thought that you ie so so"— "I didn't," defended Hank before she could find an adjective commensurate with the offense. "You did," she contradicted. "I heard you. You said, 'Get her, Cap,' and then he"— "Nothing of the sort," protested Hank hotly. "Old Miss Marsden's fa miliar spirit came over Into my yard. Cap wanted a run, and 1 told him to get after her. She ran Into your yard, and there she is now up a tree, just like her mistress should be." Cap's canine entreaties to the c:.t to come down and lie annihilated were too voclferon- to be overlooked. took a fresh tack. "Anyhow," she sniffed, "you were cruel to dumb animals. That's bad enough." "She's not a dumb animal," insisted Hank. "She's a demon in a cat's skin I think she puts her mlstre < up to nl> these tricks " "What trie ks?" demanded Matle true ■llently. ' Thes. V c.ieuv rights tliln;s and n»1 tl.. t. I ' ■ 1 1 i' telllm: you the c :he»* nlsbt that it was traitorous to the cause tn sb.nd my bullying. 1 heard her. I wnsm't bullying. I wan telling you for your own good that Jim Sears was not a iii person for yon to know." % nuenced me y.it are taking it out on a poor little kitten?" "Kitten!" he sc-iffed. "She's no more a kitten than is Miss Marsden." "We shall all be old some day," she reproved. "It Is not Miss Emmy'* fault." "It's her fault that she's a mertdle- old maid," he persisted. It's her fault that she keeps a cat that Is • thorn in the iiesh of all her neighbors." "I love her.'' announced Matie Just to be contrary. Hank vfhistled, and Cap came to his side, carefully picking out the walks in his approach. "A love of cats Is the second stage of ipinsterhood," he said stiffly. "If that's the way you are getting to feel 1 guess Cap and 1 had better be going home." "You are perfectly hateful this morn ing," she pouted. "That statement is beginning to look frayed on the edges," he reminded. "It Is what you said last night, also day before yesterday." "Neil, you are," she repeated. "Here I was enjoying the nice morning, and you race your <k>g after a cat and spoil my flower beds. Then because I am naturally annoyed you tell ine that I am a confirmed old maid." "Only a second degree old maid," he I reminded. "The third degree is cork -1 screw curls and a pointed chin. There is still hope for you." "1 am grateful that you concede any- I thing," she said stiffly. "I am nothing if not honest," he re torted. j "Not always," she insisted. "What I you said about Jim Sears, for ln- I stance." ! "He was arrested last night for run j uing a dog light last week. That was | my kick. 1 knew about it when I I spoke. Both dogs were killed." I "l'erhaps you were right," she shud dered. "I didn't care about Jim Sears, I but I did not like jour dictatorial man [ ner." I "Thanks to Miss Marsden," he cou ! tended. "I'll bet she told you that if you gave In before marriage you would 1 encourage a tyrant husband" j "Who told you?" she asked quickly. | "No one. I just know how she talks. | She knows everything about husbands except 1 3 to get one." | "It wasn't that lam guided by her," ; declared Matie, with a toss of her head. I "But I think she was right. Anyhow, j you had no right to take It out on the i cat." ( "But she kills my chickens." ! "Susan? Impossible!" "Impossible?" he echoed. "Why, she i Is the worst"— The sentence was bro ken short, fur with a growl Cap start ed for the fence, just Iu time to collar Susan, who was trying to slip through, j There was a scurry, a howl and the cat | lay dead on the grass. With a cry of anger Matle sprang forward, Hank following more slowly. < It was not like Susan to get caught In this fashion. Usually she could beat the ponderous Newfoundland. Then Matie, who had been stooping over the cat, straightened up and patted Cap's head. "Good old dog." she praised. "Nice j old fellow." j "What is It?" cried Ilr.nk, bewildered by the sudden change. She held out a J little ball of yellow. I"I was cleaning Dicky's cage," she ! explained, "and loft him out on the porch. That horrid brute knocked over | the cage and killed him." ; "So that's why she couldn't make her j get away," he murmured. "I knew i she was too fast for Cap." "I'll call the bird Cap," she promised, j "And there won't be nny horrid cat to | kill him." He glanced at the solitaire restored to her finger. "And If Miss Marsden interferes j we'll set Cap on her," he promised. | ."Come, Cap. Good old boy." j "Good old Cap." echoed Matte as she kissed the precious ring. LAWYERS IN ENGLAND. The Difference Between the Barrister and the Solicitor, The barrister in England is the very salt of the earth. lie it Is who makes ! the laws, who goes into parliament," I who sits on the bench, who considers j himself seven or eight degrees higher I up in the social scale than any other j poor or middle class mortal, and with I all this he has absolutely no responsl- I Vility toward his clients. That ancient, J much abused thing called custom in ! tills country has created for the law j two separate and distinct limbs, which [ may be compared In a measure to the | life of tlie bee. One is the drone and j the other the queen. The drone is the j solicitor, who sits in an office working | up a case, consulting clients, drawing j gills, controlling estate transactions and j controlling the incomes of people who , are unfortunate enough to be saddled ; under the trust deads. The solicitor, ! who hits his own tradition to work out, j does not ever get to himself any glory j whatever. Except iu police and coun ! ty court cases, he is persona non grata, or, In the words of the judges, "he is not seen." If he has a case on hand, he is obliged to take it to a barrister, i who, though he may never have heard ' of the matter in dispute before, dons his wig and gown, proceeds into court ; and argues till all is black and bine, ! as if he knew all about it, for which he i draws a most prodigious fee, quite big enough to enable hlin to appear nicely mounted in the row every morning. ! If he spoils the case, there is no chance i for redress, because the barrister is (■ merely a gentleman whom fiction po- | ! lltely assumes to be a friend in need. I All the onus of failure falls upon the ! poor solicitor. There are no barristiya I in prison, but there are a good many ; solicitors who wear the broad arrow which is the trademark of his majesty's prisons. The solicitor remains the old time family adviser, to whom all sorts jof foolish people bring their trust 1 deeds, their stock certificates, their government bonds and all such docu ments which have a tendency to lead a weak men into temptation, and that is why 50 many solicitors, when they need money, liutl If Impossible to re-, sist the, desire to take that which Is not theirs.—Loudon I.etter In Town and 1 Country. BARBED "WIRE. Lucky Device That Brought Millions to Its Inventor. "The luckiest invention in history," -aid a patent official, "was that of barbed wire. It cnnie about by acci dent "Isaac L. EHWO-.HI was the inventor of barbed wire. In bis youth he lived In Pe Kalb 111., and, having a neighbor I wlinse pigs trespassed on his garden, ho put up 0:1 • day a wire fence of his own make, This* fence had barbs and point; on It was queer and ugly, I but it kept out the pigs. "II was.i : ? arbed wire fence, the first in til.- >.v irid, and there were millions o! u. juey in It, but young Ell wood and h!.: friends laughed at Its freak appeaiaiiee. "One day two strangers saw this 1 fence, perceived how well it kept out | the pigs, realized bow cheap It was— ! realized, in a word. Its value—and or ' dered several tons of it from Ellwood. Furthermore, they contracted to sell 1 for a term of years all the barbed wire ! he could produce. I "Ellwood borrowed SI,OOO and act up I a little factory. A few years later on he had paid back that loan and was ■ worth a small matter of $15,000,000 j besides."—New York Press. The Big Chief's Resolution. By ALEXANDER BUNN. j. < -°P yr * R^t - Mary McKcon. j The big chief cut the porterhouse steak with an air of pleasant anticipa tion. It was broiled Just right, and the onions were not the least bit greasy. There Bitted through his mind a hazy realization of the fact that even a man with a terrible cold In his head might be able to get some joy out of life while porterhouse steaks and fried on ions existed. 'Tut that screen between me and the door, Jack," he said to the waiter who was showing off all his curves to earn the tip that so well groomed a man generally proved good for."l have an abominable cold and feel chil ly every time the air strikes me." The negro's mind was stimulated by the friendliness of the tone, and he quickly multiplied his first vision of a tip by two. He surrounded the big chief by so large a Japanese screen that the latter had a private dining room to himself, and the other people In the room soon forgot he was there. A few minutes later,a man and a girl stood In the door of the cafe and scanned the room eagerly for a vacant table. There was only one, a small table wedged up close to a Japanese screen. They sat down, the girl talking rapid ly while she removed her gloves and veil. "It's nice to lie up here iu a corner, Karl," she said joyously; "It's so cozy, and we have it all to ourselves." She sighed with pleasure when the 1)111 of fare was finally laid aside and | the waiter departed with his order. | "It's shockingly extravagant for us! to come here to dine, but as tomorrow is New Year's day you will of course j "I KHOCLI) FOLLOW THE DOCTRINE OF THE EGOTIST." have to make good resolutions about economizing, so we will enjoy a littl* tllug tonight." The man raised his glass of water and touched hers. "Here's to the hope that we will be dining in our own home next New Year's eve," he said. "Here's to all the good things possi ble," she said, her young eyes spar kling with enthusiasm, "and here's to the big chief, lie spoke to me in the hall today and was really quite nice and almost like a human being. One forgets sometimes that he can possibly have a bit of humanity about him. lie is as hard as nails, and his opinions are absolute. He doesn't know it, but he passes sentence always before he hear*' our side of the case." The man oil the other side of the 1 screen, almost choking with indignant J surprise and the piece of steak lie had; Just put into his mouth, sat suddenly alert. "Some one «lse in the office been get ! ting into trouble?" Karl hazarded. "Nothing codded. It's the same girl | telling tales that causes it all. She will come across the simplest kind of error I some other clerk has made, and she never rests until she has managed to) call the big chief's attention to it inj some way." "Wants to shine by comparison, does I she? Well, the life of a government clerk has got to bo something streuu ! ous lately." The girl threw up her head audit- I ciously. "I wish 1 could Ik l the big chief one! day," she said, bringing her teeth to I gether with a determined little click. "11 don't know how your chief is, but the) trouble with ours and with all the rest; of them. I suppose. Is that they hav< ' never been a clerk, and they can't see j from the clerk's standpoint." Karl helped her to the piece of broil ed chicken he knew she liked best ami. laughed indulgently. "What would bo your first step it you were given full power of manage ment for one day?" She put two lumps of sugar in hisj coffee and pondered ; el'ii usly a uio-j meut as to whether she ■■ liouUl have one ij- two lumps In her own. "You know there is a sl. Kio vacancy Just now?" she asked meditatively; "poor old Mr. Tlmberlake died last week. I know Ids desk perfectly. I did his work all thb time he was sick; well—l'm afraid I should follow the doctrine of the egoist and give yours truly, Margaret Clayton, Sl.'JOu clerk,' a Jump to $1,400. Of course, It's an | impossibility, for I have not been In office very long," she sighed, "but it's lovely to dream about. I could marry ] you by next New Year's day then, , Karl," she finished with a delightful j little blush. lie leaned toward her persuasively. ! "Can't you make up your mind to let I me pay that debt for you after we are married. Marjorle?" he urged. "No—l can't," she shook her head de- | cldedly; "you don't make any trio much yourself, and I never could feel right If I hampered you with paying my col lege bills. I would have had them paid before now if the little mother I nan „.»t iuva .SICK so iotig~«na my su.- ary wouldn't cover everything." She stopped suddenly and shook the seriousness of the conversation. "Do you know what I would do next by way of managing the !>{•» chief's of fice for him?" she quizzed gnyly. "I w . 'ld have a big locked box put i:» Inconspicuous place In the hall- ii:ir\< 'Suggestions and Complaints.' 1\... give every clerk the privilege i ping an unsigned suggestion, 112. • ten If they chose, into that be . 1 to my attentioii things that the.. «••;!. like me to know." The big chief on the other Bide ■ t' , screen allowed his mouth to drop u 1,'., open for an instant. Karl, on his side, chuckled. "Little lady, I can see that the c'def would need more private secretaries and first, second and third assistant:; than any man In the service of U nek- Sam. ever had before." She stuck to her Idea stoutly. "The government clerfte are getting so they are afraid to express an opin ion," she argued. "They are Intelli gent, educated men and women. Some of them must have Ideas that are worth tuklng Into consideration. My 'sugges tion box' should certainly be installed the very first day I held the position." When they went out the big chief sat for a iong time with his elbows resting on the table, thinking. "She's a clever llttlo girl," he mur mured finally. "So I showed a touch of humanity, did I? Seemed almost like a lit"-an being to her. I'll start in <•* the holidays and see how things work If I treat them as man toman! Almost—-like—a human being! Ilumph!" On the 2d of January the clerks in a certain large government building in Washington congregated in groups dur ing the luncheon hour. "I wonder how he ever came to think of such a thing," commented one of the older clerks. "It is so unlike him to listen to a suggestion. But he will certainly get an insight Into conditions that he never could have got in any other way." "Did you know that pretty little Miss Clayton was promoted to $1,400?" ask ed the other. "I never In my life saw any one so excited as she has been today. When the circular was passed around telling us there was to be a suggestion box, she giggled over It un til she was almost hysterical. When she found she had been promoted, she couldn't sit still another minute, but asked to be excused for the afternoon." Two radiant young people walked down F street, looking us If life were more than satisfactory. "Karl, dearest," she said, clutching his arm with the nearest approach to a hug the publicity would allow, "I wonder how such a miracle happened;" The Age of Dec. Romance has played a prominent part with regard to the longevity of fleer, says a writer in Chambers' Jour nal. What says the highland adage: Thrice the age of a dog )s that of n horse. Thrioo the ago of a horse is that of a man. Thrloe the ago of a man is that of a deer. Thrico tho age of a deer is that of an eagle. Thrice the age of an eagle is that of an oak tree. This Is to assign the deer a period of more than 2(X> years, and the estimate is supported by many highly circum stantial stories. Thus Captain Mac ilonald of Tulloeh, who died In 1770, aged eighty-sis years. Is said to have known the white hind of IA>CII Trelg for fifty years, his father for a like jwrlod before him and his grandfather for sixty years before him. So in lK2t' Maedonald of Olengairy is reported t< have killed a stag which bore a mark on the left ear Identical with that made on all the calves he could catch by Ewen-Maclan-Og, who had been dead 150 years. Analogous stories, it may tie noted, are told in countries on the continent of Europe where deer nre to be found in any number. But. alas, the general opinion among ex perts would seem to be that thirty years or thereabouts is the limit of a deer'f^llfe. The Tea Bug and Tea Mite. Every unimul ami plant tin- its yara site, ami fnu i t'.i general law, it see!.. . tile ti-tt plant is not exempt Two inserts are described as standing their lives in ten drinking. They arc the plague of tile Assam tea gardens nud are known us the "tea hug" and "tea mite." The udtes spend their en tire lives on the tea plant and are nev er known to attaek any other leaf They live in families and societies on the upper side of the full grown leu! 11 nd spin a delicate web for a shelter. They then puncture the leaves and pump out the liquid in the plant veius They seem to become dainty In the It tastes, for a sprinkling of muddy wa ter over their floor and tea table i.» the only remedy known to cheek theit ravages. Kven this Is not always of footunl. The tea bug is still more de structive and is evidently possessed ol an appreciation of the best kinds ol tea. since it always attacks those of a mild and delicate flavor. The Truth. Truth i■; quite beyond the reach of satire. There is so brave a simplicity In her that she can no more b.> ma le ridiculous than an onlc cr a pine. James Itnssell Lowell. Chesterfield's Shrewdness. L<">nl 1!., who had many good quali ties and even learning, had a strong desire of being thought skillful in physic and was very expert in bleed ing. Lord Chesterfield, who knew his foible and wished on a certain occa sion to have his vote, went to him one morning and, after having conversed on indifferent matters, complained of a headache and desired his lordship to fe<>l his pulse. It was found to beat high, and a hint of bleeding' was thrown out. "I have no objection, and, as l hear your lordship has a master ly hand, will you favor me yith trying your laucet upon me?" saiu the tact ful and politic Chesterfield. After the operation he said, "Ity the way, do you goto the house today?" "I did not Intend togo, not being sufficiently Informed of the question to be debated," unswered the Impromptu physician "Which side will you be on?" Lord Chesterfield, having gained his confidence, easily directed his Judg ment. lie took him to the house and got him to vote as he pleased. He aft erward said that few of his friends had done as much as he, having lit erally bled for the good of his country. TIGER MEDICINE. A Secret That Was Guarded by an Eatt Indian Traiirar. The maharajah of Jammu had atone time the distinction of possessing the finest male tiger kept In captivity any where In the world. Perclval Landou In "Under the Sun" describes tills beast and tells a strangely Interesting story, which he declares la strictly true. In regard to It. The tiger, a glorious brute of white and orange and black, with Bteel sin ews and teeth like Sikh daggers, lay sulkily In bis cage and growled. Na daun, the attendant, spoke to the tiger, and as he did so the beast flung him self furiously against the flimsy bars. The keeper put his slender haud under his clothing and pulled out a little white bag. Some years ago the tiger had found that the little back door of his den was open. The assistant of the little men agerie returned to find him loose In the garden and fled. In half an hour Jimmu's streets were as those of a dead city. No man hin dered the tiger, and he glided silently down the main street of the town, a beautiful vision of ornnge and black striped death. He reached the Jungle and vanished. An hour later Nadaun came back to his work and heard the news. A few minutes afterward another solitary fig ure made its way down the still empty street. He had no weapon. He had a little white bag In his hand and was soon lost to sight in the Jungle. An hour later he returned, barehead ed In the sun. At his heels, fawning and kittenish, slouched the tiger, and round its neck was loosely tied one end of Nadaun's white pugree. It was the little white bag that bad done it. "Would your honors like to see the effect of tills medicine?" Nadaun put his hand Into the bag and scattered a few whitish grains inside the bars. In a moment the tiger was upon them, searching out the tiniest bit of what ever It was. In fifteen seconds he was on his back, beating the air with his huge paws, like a kitten at play. Nadaun very naturally refused to al low us to look closely at the powder. It was his livelihood, ho said, and his secret. If our honors would pardon him, must be kept. He Was Not Theobald. The gray haired uobleman sat In aol- Itarj® state liefore th« fire In his an cestral hall. As he meditated upon the past and ujion the glory of hla ruiCrs tors the clock struck the hour of mid night. The sound brought hini to his feet and these words from his mouth: "It Is now exactly twenty years since my only son was sent by me from un der my roof tree. Oh, Theobald, Theo bald, perhaps 1 was too hard on you! Wont you come back to me now?" Just then he heard a footstep In the passage. Hastily opening the door, he discovered a man In the net of leaving the castle. "Oh, don't you know me?" asked the stranger. "I'm Theobald." The earl looked at him critically. "Then why are your pockets full of spoons 7' he asked. "And why are you wearing the cake basket as a chest protector?" Thus was the pretended prodigal dis covered, and tliere was no fatted calf for him. They don't supply veal In Jail.—ixindou Tit-Bits. rimes Mange. Mrs. Renham—You used to say that you would give your life for me. Ben ham—That was when I was sick and expected to die anyway.—Baltimore World. i The Home Paper < Al ' 112 A I i Ul .uuimiiiJ, « i Of course 5 m read 1 ! iii 11!, I r r rat! "PEOPLE'S I Popular ji ■ APER i I( i »! Everybody R 'ds It. Ij ™ '" :| ! ;| Publisher. Ever* Mo . ' *;miay • 1 ,t | No. 11 E JVUfho'. ig St. | ; .I Subscr pUon et • Week. M A BOY HUNT. Chastd From Hedge to Hedge by a Big Pack ot Weasel*. The following extract from nn lnter- Mtlng Ixmk muy be of latexes: to our friends. It Is "From My Lll'e as an Ai*?ler," by WUllam Henderson, pub lished in London lti 1870. "About this time, while rambling in the picturesque lane leading from Mer rlngton to Wlndlestone with two other boys, an adventure occurred suiflctent ly startling to two little fellows from nine to ton years old. We were busily engaged in picking wild strawberries, which clustered In the hedgerows, when we saw at about a hundred yards distance a pack of at least twenty weasels running from hedge to hedge and evidently scenting out foot steps. It flashed upon ns that we were being hunted. 80, springing over the nearest hedge, we ran across a pasture field and, standing upon the farther liank, looked back toward our assail ants. To our dismay we saw the whole pack, with noses to ground, steadily tracking our course. The word was given, 'ltun, run!' and off we scam pered across another field to take up our (tosltlon on another hedge. Still the pursuit was going on, and the crea tures were evidently gaining upon us, so with a wild shout we fled to the village, which, happily for us, was not far off. I have frequently heard of IKTsons being attacked by weasels, but wns never hunted by them on any oth er occasion." The above must have occurred about 1812, the locality being the north of England.—Forest and Stream. Shooting the Steenbuck. Many of the poor Boers in the Trans vaal, by whom all the shooting that is done is for the pot and not for sport, have perfected a system of shooting with the assistance of oxen. A steen buck has no fear of cattle and will lie still even If they graze right up to him. The hunter gets together a few cattle and with his gun walks behind them in such a way that he cannot lie seen from the front. 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