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.
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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. Great care has to
be exercised to drive the oxen so that
they may seem to be grazing natural
ly. The hunter must be ready to shoot
without liaving to alter his position.
The slightest movement is noticed by
the T>uck.
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