| Playbills and ji Sentiment. Sy Carl Williams. jli Copyrighted. 100S, by Associated |{| Literary Press. The janitor's little girl murmured : word of thanks for the penny bestowei upon her and scampered back down stairs, while Elizabeth returned to th parlor with the mail which the chih had just brought. It was a comfortable little city apart ment, and only the typewriter table li one corner betrayed the fact that i was a work as well as a play room Through an arch an absurdly smai dining room with the table ia'id to one proclaimed it to bo the home of i bachelor girl, though Elizabeth Bel knap's dainty femininity gave no sug gestion of spinsterhood either fron choice or circumstance. The coffee percolator steamed on thi table unheeded while she ran througl her letters—a check for a story, tw< manuscripts, a paper and a thin, fla package bearing a foreign stamp. Elizabeth frowned over one letter smiled over another, patted the checl lovingly as she thrust it into the draw er of her tiny desk and ripped the cov ering from the package. Out fell r playbill, a glaring thing of red and blue letters on yellow paper, bearing the list of artists appearing at a Ro man music hall. One of the names was marked Witt an inky cross, and in defiance of post a regulations Nell Stanwood had writter on the margin: "Do you remember \v< saw her at the theater the night be< fore 1 sailed? It's a small world, aftei all." Elizabeth smiled at the remem brance. Four other girls and herseli had given Nell a going away party the night before the latter sailed ti study in Italy. They had wound U[ the evening at a vaudeville theatei "IT IS FltOM THE HOME," HE EXPLAINED. where the little dancer of the glaring programme had appeared. Now, Nell in Rome had seen the same act and had remembered their last night to gether. Was she homesick? It was several moments before Eliza beth opened the newspaper, the old home paper and "as good as a letter," so Jack Hardy had often declared. Not an item of news worth the telling escaped publication in the Blairsville Beacon, for even with detailed infor mation as to newly painted fences the editor found it difficult to till his yawn ing columns. The Beacon was Hardy's compro mise with his conscience, for lie had declared when Elizabeth had deter mined to leave Blalrsville for the greater opportunities of the city that he would not write. lie had not writ ten, but after the first week the Bea con came regularly, addressed in his strong, masculine handwriting, and Elizabeth always smiled a softly tri umphant smile whenever the copy ar rived. There had been an "understanding" with Jack Hardy until the stories she loved to write had so frequently found publication as to awaken In Elizabeth an ambition to get in personal touch with the editors. Hardy had frowned upon the sug gestion of removal to New York. He could not leave Blairsville because his own and his mother's incomes were derived from the lumber busi ness which his father had left, and Hardy knew that togo to the city meant beginning all over again the fight for a competence. There had been heated words over Elizabeth's determination to leave, and tshe had been given her choice of a ca reer or marriage. She had elected in favor of the career. She iiad prosper ed in the great city. She had told her self over and over again that she had done the only sensible thing, and yet- Today there was an inclosure with the Beacon, a playbill announcing i:, llaiiiboyant language a week's engage ment at the opera house of the Bice & B'innett Empire stock company. Elizabeth smiled as she read the fa miliar repertoire. The Itice & Bennett company was almost an Institution in Bmirsville. Twice a year they played for a week in the town hall, and every one who could afford it attended all their performances. It was the one real dramatic treat of the season, for the few other attractions that made Blairsville were traveling magicians, "Uncle Tom's Cabin" companies and on occasional "medicine show. 1 ' Th* fllce & Bennett company was to Blairs ville what grand opera is to the cities Last year she and Jack had attended the spring performances together, but in the fall she was gone. How time had flown! The Bice & Bennett com pany would open their spring engage ment the following week, and Jack had sent her a hanger. An odd lump came in her throat as she returned to the table and her neglected coffee. When she started to tidy up after the meal she thumb tacked the Italian poster to the wall of her tiny private hall. The wail was bare, and the yel low Doffter with its forelim lettering gave a smart touch to the hall, like hotel labels on a steamer trunk or sull case. Elizabeth sat down to the typewriter but presently there came an insistent ring at the hall door. Tony, tho rosy faced Italian, who supplied the ten ants of the house with ice, displayed two rows of gleaming teeth as he ex plosively announced "Ice!" Elizabeth held open the door for hiin while he lifted the cake from the dumb waiter and placed it in her refrigerator. Hut the smile faded from Tony's face as he turned to leave. With an inarticulate cry he sprang at the post er, fingering it lovingly nnd scanning every word of the beloved Italian. "It is from the home," he explained, blushing, when the first shock of sur prise had passed. "It is to there that I take—a what you call—sweetheart? Ah, to the Saloue Margherita, me an' my Marie. Marie she cannot leav-a da pop—da fard'. 1 corne-a to America to make-a mon. It is ver' lonely, signora. Scus-a ml." lie shuffled haltingly from the apart ment. his jovial face drawn with home sickness and thoughts of the distant Marie. Elizabeth went back to her work. On the iloor the Rice & Bennett playbill still lay neglected, but now it caught her attention, and she picked it up to read, even ns Tony had done with the other, every word of the familiar an nouncement. She wondered if Jack would lie go ing. If so, who would be ill her place? Mrs. Ilardy did not care for the the ater, and it was not fair to expect Jack togo alone. She smiled at her jealous thoughts and sat down reso lutely before her typewriter, but she found that the thread of the story which had started so well was lost. She could not force he* mind to con centrate upon the adventures of an imaginary heroine. Iler attention per sistently wandered to the playbill 011 the tloor. She could see the opera house with out even shutting her eyes The roller skating craze had somewhat revived its original glories. The common wooden chairs were in place now only when some theatrical performance was given. Probably there were "Rules and Regulations" tacked up on the walls with "Beacon Job Print" jii large type beneath the phrase, "By order of the management" She could hear the ragged strains of the three piece orchestra, and she knew that Will Tabor and Ren Blake would hus tle importantly through the stage en trance. They were always the"and others" on the programme, tho army in "Under Two Flags" and "A Cele brated Case," the miners in"The Dai: ites," etc. "it was all so vivid that she seemed really to be there. With a choking laugh at her new emotions she ripped the story from her typewriter and slipped in a fresh sheet John Hardy, Blalrsvllla: Please get seats for all next week. I am coming homo tomorrow. ELIZABETH. Then she gazed about the cozy little flat. It would be very different iu Blairsville, and she knew that in send ing that message she had virtually an nounced her surrender, but she hum med a blithe little song as she put on her hat aud prepared to take the tele gram to the office. When she came to the narrow hall she stopped and took down the Italian poster and, with the one from home, placed it in the drawer of her desk. "You've carried your messages," she whispered to them as she smoothe.l the folds, "but I want to keep you— for remembrance and warning. To Tony and me you meant home. I'm more fortunate than Tony, for I'm go ing home—to Jack." Thackeray and the Cabman. Thackeray loved to relate jokes on himself, and one he especially enjoyed was about a Reading liackman. The author was unacquainted with the town, and the moment he emerged from the railway station he told a hackney coachman to drive him to the nearest hotel. The driver closed the door ceremoniously, mounted his box, and they started. In half a minute the cab was at a standstill, and Thackeray saw the cabman at the door, bowing to him to come out He did so without a word and found that he was at the portico of the station hotel, which he had failed to see was not a dozen yards off. But he handed the man a shilling and was entering the hotel, rather pleased with Ills own sang frold. when he was amazed to see the cabman tak ing off his coat and offering to "fight him for the other sixpence." It ap pears that on that day a resolution of the Reading town council had come into operation empowering hackney coachmen to charge 18 pence for any distance within the township. This was Its first fruits! It is unnecessary to add that the cabman got his money and Thackeray a good story to 101 l at the clubs. An Episode In Court. "You are charged with snatching a woman's i> >el;etl >ook." "I know it, judge. But I wouldn't do such a thing, hungry and broke as 1 am." "Too conscientious, I suppose?" 3. I don't pretend that. But why 11 snatch a woman's pocket- What would I want with a cou i car tickets, a powder rag. a piece of chewing gum and a dressmak er's address?" Once more a shrewd criminal over shot his mark. His familiarity with the contents convicted him.—'Tashing lon Star. Why He Was Suspicious. "There is something suspicious about that" remarked the young man named Brown as he hung up the telephone re ceiver. "About what?" "Why, I just called up the home of n eir! who has led me to believe that I am the warm favorite and that there are no others on her list. She wasn't at home, so the party who answered th» ring said, but it gave me a jar when she added, 'Shall I tell her you ?alled, Mr. White?' Vew York Press. Wlgg (relating experience with bur ?lar)—The fellow was an amateur, for tvlien I pointed my pistol at him he stood petrified with fear. Wagg—Then you're mistaken about tils being an amateur. If he was pet rified It's clear that he was a hardened irlmlnal.—Boston Transcript. 11.. 3' I fgk fgk NOTES C.N.BARNITZ RIVERSIDE , J fr^k o Jiji^ CORRESPONDENCE Jjfd'L SOLICITED U/v J&f THE ENGLISH WHITE LEGHORN English Leghorn cranks call (lu American S. C. White "the fantail but tertly." People who live in crystal pal nces should never throw mud at othei people's pretty, perfect chickens wher their own look like a cross of giraffe and ostrich. There, Tommy Atkins! A female's photograph, accidentally found, often causes a divorce, but ont would hardly think that the Innocen looking rooster herein .portrayed wouli be casus belli to start a scrap among the S. C. W. Leghorn fanciers of mer rle England. Rut it was as i. Haunting red rag t( tho Johnny Hull breeders, and now they are divided into the minority lighting for the beautiful typical bin and the majority tooting for the "Toot hill" strain of mongrel monstrosities. American Leghorn fanciers, looking across the big pond with longing eyei at Crystal palace cups, will not g< rainbow chasing after digesting oui Leghorn tale. Compare our picture of a Crysta palace first prize winner with tin American standard. This bird has a narrow back, holloa breast, knoclcknees and flat, coarsi shanks. lie holds his tail at sixty de grees, the blade of comb is trimmed and there is such a break at the shoul dors and end of saddle that tin; heat and tail appear as If stuck on. "Comb?" "Don't mention it." Th< English Leghorn comb exceeds the Mi norca's. It is generally a half circle nearly always flop, and the blade fib close to the neck. The blade gets s< massive that it twists and turns, s< they just cut it off or slice a piece of underneath. One writer says, "Theii combs are so large as to bow down tin neck of the poor bird." What pmctiea reason there can be for breeding suci EXGLIsn WHITE I.EGHOItN. combs is difficult to understand, foi when they flop over to blind the bird or begin to drag him down the Britisl fancier simply slices the whole thint off. England's crack paper, the Feathered World, directs a reader to cut off the comb half an inch from the head and to apply a redliot iron to stop the blood Bather medi-evii. Sort of Bloody Mary plan. 'Fraid Tommy Atkins couldn't be a trimmer over here. It's a hot place for trimmers, whether they do the stunt in a Pennsylvania billion dollai capitol or a back yard ben pen. Tht trimmer gets trimmed. What surprises most is the weight To win the minimum is: Cocks, eigbi pounds; hens, six and a half; cocker els, seven and a half; pullets, six Some prize winning Leghorns reacl eleven pounds. Now, you fantail, butterfly breeders, take notice. You think there's some thing doiug when you build Wyan dottes to the standard eight and a half pounds, Minorcas to nine. Barred Bocks to nine and a half, Langshans to ten, Cochins to eleven and Light Brahmaa to twelve, but imagine a Leghorn roost er of eleven pounds and a hen ten. What's the trick? Oh, they just cross with Light Brahmas, thus destroying the Leghorn shape and laying quail ties and breeding a pure Leghorn paro dy with feather leggings and fuzzy toes. \\ e would advise our English kozens who anticipate introducing them in Yankeedom to label their prize medley "Made In England;" otherwise they may be victims of the pure food laws or some of our Harvard professors may proclaim their very awkward bird a direct descendant of the great auk. DON'TS. Don't expect a chick from every egg. There are often sells In high priced shells. Don't skimp on feeding young stock. Shove them hard if for soft broilers and roasters. Don't think because heat dries up dropping- that you're safe. They breed mites and cholera. Don't forget to clean the pigeon iiouse. Be particular about ticks. A little Creoleum in the bath for vermin fuglt. Don't believe all you read about poul try fence. Go slow in selecting and buy for time, not simply for discount, rime here is not tick. Don't apologize for patched overalls. It's a sign you are a gentleman. And who has a better right to wear a Corey badge? It beats the Carnegie medal. HARD CROP. The causes of hard crop are general ly overfeeding, irregular meals, dried grass or straw or long timothy hay, sudden change of feed, constipation, stoppage of entrance to gizzard, lack uf water, grit and green food. To empty crop first give hen a table spoonful of olive oil and place where she only has water. If reduced in twenty-four hours, follow with a tea spoonful of oil and when empty give two five graiu capsules of Venetian red. If a failure, take a funnel, insert down uast ooenlne of wlniDloe and !i!l crop slowly with water, bavins care not to smother ben. Then turii hon with head down, slowly knead crop, but be careful that contents dc not gush out too fast and see that bet has chance to breathe, or she inaj smother. This filling and gradually roduclnf contents is often a success and maj lie used for soft crop if simply turnlnj hen with head down does not work. If this plan fails tie hen's legs and open crop. Operate as follows: Clir feathers off of upper part of crop With keen point scissors make inct lengthwise incision in skin over uppei crop. Make three-fourths inch cut it crop where are few veins. Graduallj empty crop. Uun linger down tore move any stoppage to gizzard. Droj two charcoal tablets into the opening If fowl has diarrhea insert two five grain capsules of Venetian red or coa tar disinfectant. Sew crop across witt white silk, tying each stitch separate ly. Bathe with a weak dilution ol carbolic acid. See that nothing for eign is under outer flap of cut. Sew ski': in same manner, being careful not to join to crop. Place invalid it detention ward, serve soft feed spar Ingly for five days and collect your fee As it is against the law to practice without a license, this is "sub rosa." ROOSTER APPROVES SENTENCE. The most amusing and unusual co incident we have witnessed occurred in tiie York (Pa.) courthouse while we were studying law In that city. The late Judge Latimer presided. A rawboued six foot fellow in high top boots and red sliirt was called up for sentence for chicken stealing. The roosters were there as evidence. Just as sentence was pronounced a rooster crowed. Judge Latimer pounded; the tipstaff made an extra squirt of to bacco juice at the receptacle, missed, as usual, and shouted "Silence!" Hut threatened coiitjmpt of court could hardly still tiie crowd. The prisoner was led before the box to plead to another count. Found guilty, his sec ond sentence was pronounced, when again from under the clerk's table rose that triumphant "Cock-a-doodle do!" The judge and whole assembly shouted laughter In unison, and, with a year's sentence hanging over hitu, the prisoner cracked a smile. Good for the rooster! We all crow when a midnight head wringer gets it in the neck. FEATHERS AND EGGSHELLS. If your hens lay very thin shelled eggs, mix ground oyster shell in the soft feed. There are sixty poultry papers in the I nlted States, and their combined circulation is snid to lie SOO.OOO. It has been figured that Toulouse geese pay better than hogs. They nearly live on grass and are easily raised. The only way to grt good eggs for hatching is to own good breeding stock or to buy from those who know how to produce such eggs. It is stated that 150,000 incubators were sold in 1907. And yet they say the business is only in its infancy! What a big kid to keep in long dresses! To tell ducks and drakes by their quacking just remember that thedrako sings soprano and the duck alto. Per haps this is the reason the drake has a big head and the duck small. Buying eggs at the store for hatch ing gives poor results. Pay a decent price for decent eggs to a decent man; then you will be decent and get a de cent hatch of decent chickens. Let us remind you that show birds do not always bring prize winners. The birds you see mated at the shows are not often mated for breeding. Don't be left in buying. Save money and crying. You are asking If you can raise tur keys on a town lot. Certainly. We have raised them on a plot twenty live feet square, but many say you can't do it. You can make such people take water if you study up. Before buying your pigeons, ducks and chickens from city bird stores just accept this little tip. Ituu your eye down the columns of the poultry jour nals and you'll find them advertising for old common pigeons, all kinds of poultry and pet stock. Now buy, if you are "ninny" enough, but don't cry if you get caught. The winter shows proclaim the fact that Brahmas, Cochins and Games are getting more and more to be fancy, i'his shows that the people are learn ing two things—first, the lien of qual ity and profit is not the clumsy feather leg that occupies extra space; second, it is real wicked to run back yard cock jilts. Now. If this cackling and scrap ing over back yard fences can be eradi cated the millennial dawn will move up a notch. It's a blessing we do not all thlnu ilike or we'd stay most awful dumb. i)ur chickens would all be dunghills, aur pigeons would be doing the old 'tunt of decorating the barn shingles, the turkeys would be triple half ireeds, the ducks would be bowlegged ■uuts, and we chicken fellows would lie lean as Job's turkey that stood against the pyramids to gobble If some one hadn't thought out some :hlng better. May our gray matter in crease. in Anotner Voice. As the pastor of the Zion's Hill church looked down at his parishion srs, to whom lie had been giving thir ty-five minutes of sound doctrine, his face took on a less benignant expres sion. "Bredren an' sisters," he said, "I want to warn you against one t'ing, in' dat is t'inkln' ebery man dat don't rtab jes' de snme views you got is a no count religionist. "I don't want to hear so much talk ibout 'wolves in sheep's clothing" as I bene heariu'. You don' want to settle it In yo' minds dat a man's a wolf in sheep's clothln' jes' because he don' bl'at exactly like you do." Youth's Companion. Gout the Foe of Consumption. Sir Dyce Duckworth in his address to the faculty of medicine said that uiany persons were constitutionally predisposed to rheumatism and gout, but an important characteristic in such cases was the antagonism of the tis sues to the bacilli of tuberculosis, rhe more rheumatic or gouty a person was the less pronounced was his tend ency to consumption.—London Post SEA AND LAND. The Way They Meet and Clash ant Finally Harmonize. In"The Wonderful Adventures ol Nils," translated from tlie Swedish ol Soltna Lagerlof by Velma Swanstoi Howard, is the following pretty de scription of liow sea and land meet: \ou sec that sea and land can nice in many different ways. In mon.v places the land comes down towari the sea with Hat, tufted meadows, aui the sea meets the land with flyinf sand, which piles up hi mounds ani drifts. It appears as though they boti disliked each other so much that thej only wished to show the poorest thej possessed. Isut it can also liappei that when the land comes toward th< sea it raises a wall of hills in frunt ol it, as though the sea were something dangerous. When the land does this the sea comes up to it with fiery wratl and beats and roars and lashes againsi the rocks and looks as if it would teal the land hill to pieces. But in Blekinge it is altogether differ ent when sea and land meet. Then the land breaks itself up into points and islands and islets, and the sea di vides Itself into fiords and bays ant sounds, and it is perhaps this whicii makes it look as if they must meet it: happiness and harmony. Think now first and foremost of the sea! Far out it lies desolate and euip ty and big and has nothing else to <lc but to roll its gray billows. When il comes toward the land It happens across the first obstacle. This It Inline dlately overpowers, tears away every thing green and makes It as gray as itself. Then it meets still anothei obstacle. With this it does the same thing. And still another— yes, th« same thing happens to this also. It is stripped and plundered as if it had fallen into robbers' hands. Then the obstacles come nearer and nearer to gether, and then the sea must under stand that the land sends toward it her littlest children in order to move it to pity. It also becomes more.friendly the farther in it comes, rolls its waves less high, moderates Its storms, lets the green tilings stay in cracks and crevices, separates itself into small sounds and inlets and becomes at last so harmless In the land that little boats dare venture out upon it. It cer tainly cannot recognize itself, so mild and friendly has it grown. ONE TOUCH OF NATURE. A Display of Courtesy "In Memory of Old Virginia." All the seats were taken in the car which I entered one morning in early April. An old colored man sat next the door. It is not often in these days that I see that type of black man. I used to see that kind 011 the old Virginia plan tation, where he was "Ung Lige" or "Ung Sambo" to all the household. Ilis days were devoted to useful toil and liis evenings to his banjo and the old plantation melodies that 110 one can ever sing again as musically as they were sung then. "Take this seat, inlstis," he said, ris ing promptly. "Mistis" sounded very "homey" anil pleasant to me. It had liopn so long since I was "mistis" to anybody. "Thank you, uncle," said I. "Keep your seat. I would just as lief stand." "Sense me, please, mistis, but 'tain't fitten fer you ter Stan'; you mus' set," lie admonished respectfully. I took the seat, thanking him for his courtesy. Soon a departing passenger left a vacancy. "There is a seat for you," I said to the old man. "Between the ladies, ma'am?" lie hesitated. "Yes," I said. lie bowed apologetically to right and left and took the vacant place. Just before leaving the car I slipped a sil ver piece into his hand, saying, "Un cle, get you a nice luncheon with this —ln memory of old Virginia." "Thank you, my mistis," ho said, opening his hand to look at the little gift and then closing it. I left the ear with a sunnier feeling in my heart be cause of the chance meeting, but with no thought that I should ever again hear of m.v old Virginian. That afternoon I received a bunch of arbutus which had been left for me by an old colored man—"fer the tall lady with a long blue coat an' white lialr— In memory of ole Virginia an' dem old time days."—l.ippincott's Magazine. Get In the Sunshine Though dark clouds are all around y' An' y" don't know where t' turn. Though muck rakers' words astound v' Y' don't need t' care a durn. Quit your frettln'. It's as easy For your face t' smilo as mine. Get a quick divorce from worry- Get in th' glad sunshine. If y' think th' land needs fixln' There's a chance y' may bo right, Tut sometimes what looks like mlxln' May be Just a faked up fight. Y' can't fix It with a hammer If it lacks an O. Iv. sign. Spurn th' poor, sad faced wind Jammer- Get in th' glad sunshine. If th' man next door is tellin' That we're goln' t' th' dogs, GuL-ssln' he's a glum dyspeptic Is like rollln' oft o' logs. It's th' safest bet a-goin' That th' weather will lie fine In this land—lt's all in knowin'— Get in th' glad sunshine. If th' fortune teller whispers That a dark man's on yen* trail. It ma 3* he a man with money. So you'd better reef vour sail. An' th' loud voiced prophets' wallin" <>' calamity's no sign That this grand olil country's ailin'— Get in th' glad sunshine. —John N. Petrel In St. Louis Republic. A Queer Mania. Many strange characters are to be found in the infirmary. In one of the southern counties of the state an old man was kept at the county house, lie had a hobby for accumulating strings. Anything that he could make Into a string was stolen by him. By some means he got possession of a knife, and the iutlrmary officials were soon missing harness. lie cut In all seven double sets of harness and two saddles before they discovered him. lie was scolded and punished, but at the end he said, "Weil, I have lots of strings." The officials finally hit upon the plan of putting balls of cord in a locked drawer, leaving an end sticking »ut. lie would spend a good part of the day getting this out, and then he would wind it up and secrete it in his room. They would always find it and Bx it for him the next day.—Columbus Dispatch. COSTLY MATTRESSES. The Kind That Are Used on the Bic Plate Glass Wagons. Probably about as costly n sort ol mattress as any is one that is made not to sleep on at all, but to spreac ou the long, broad table or platform ol the wagons built for carrying plat( gluss. These mattresses, which are made ol curled hair, are very thin, scarcelj thicker than a comfortable, and mus i.-j made with the greatest care to in sure perfect uniformity of thickness A lump anywhere would be likely t( break the plate of glass resting upor it, and there would be still greatei danger if the weight of two plates ol glass was rested ou the lump at once. A mattress for a plate glass wagor costs, according to size, from SOOt( $75. In use the corners of smallei plates carried on it cut into the tick lng covering, and sooner or later it has to be made over. Simply to make ovei such a mattress costs from S2O to $25. On the table topped and mattress covered glass wagons the biggesi plates are carried with confidence ami safety. The table is built to remair absolutely rigid, and the thin but uni form mattress protects the plate fron Jar. l?efore plate glass store fronts hac come into common use, when the lian dling of a big plate was counted as a good deal more of a job than it is now they used to carry a great pane ol glass In a sort of frame, which was put ou the wagon with the glass iu it At its destination this frame or sup port was worked carefully across thi sidewalk to the store front, where the glass was dislodged from it to be set and altogether the setting of a great plate of glass was then quite an un dertaking. Now, with the setting of such plates n common daily occurrence and with men skilled in the handling of them, they simply carry a big plate out and lay it on their mattress covered table topped wagon and carry it to where it Is togo and therb slide it off, to rest it for a moment on blocks on tho side walk, and then they pick it up and carry it to tho window front. Then they run under the lower edge of the glass lifting straps, by which men standing inside the window as well as men standing outside can lift on it when the glass is put into place in the window frame. There again it is raised on blocks until the straps can be withdrawn, and then the blocks are taken out and the glass secured in place, all this being done with groat care, but still with comparative ease and quickness and with certainty, and in these times great panes of glass are thus moved and set on all but the windiest days.—Cleveland Flain Dealer. VALUE OF PUBLICITY. Steve Brodie, the Bridge Jumper, as a Self Advertiser. Curiously enough, the man who, lu my opinion, had the keenest Intuition of the value of publicity and used it to the greatest personal advantage, when we consider his humble begin nings and the limited sphere of his en deavor, never really knew how to read and write. I knew him first as a young street urchin, making his living by selling newspapers, blacking boots, run ning errands and doing such odd jobs as fell in his way, and it was chiefly through selling newspapers, whose headlines alone he was barely able to decipher, that he gained that knowl edge of what Park row calls "news values," which one finds in every train ed and efficient city editor. 11 was on the strength of this knowl edge that this bootblack went one day to a well known wholesale liquor deal er on the east side and proposed that lie should establish him in a saloon on lower Bowery. The liquor dealer was aghast at his presumption until he learned his scheme; then he capitulated at once, and within a few days the pa pers had been signed and twenty-four hours' option secured on rickety and. from nearly every imaginable point of view, undesirable premises near Canal street and directly under the noisiest and dustiest and oiliest part of the ele vated railroad. This done, the boot black made his way to the very center of tho Brooklyn bridge, climbed hastily to the top of the parapet and, heedless of the warning shouts of the horrified onlookers and the swift rush of a pant ing cop, dropped into the seething wa ters below. It was an uuknown youth with an earning capacity of a few dollars a week who disappeared beneath the sur face of the East river, but It was an enterprising young man, an east side celebrity, in fact, all ready for the di vine oil of publicity and with an as sured income and possible fortune in Ills grasp, whose nose reappeared very shortly above the muddy surface of the water and who was helped by will ing and officious hands into a rowboat, where dry clothing awaited him, to gether witli hearty congratulations on :he fact that he alone, of all those who ind attempted to jump the bridge, had escaped with his life. The next day :he name of Steve Brodie was flashed rrom one end of the country to the oth •r. and within a very few hours after iis discharge from custody—he was irrested on the charge of trying to :ake his own life—he was standing be hind his own bar, serving drinks to the crowds who came to gape at Steve Brodie, the bridge jumper, and to pour heir money into his coffers.—James L. ford in Success Magazine. Lighting Up. "Ever notice," asked a salesman for i grocery house that makes a business >f supplying the big New York hotels, 'that If yon stroll uptown and look at iny of the big hotels you will see them ill pretty well lighted up? Plenty of ■ooms occupied apparently. Well, hat's sometimes a bluff. The help has mlers to light up a number of the 'rout rooms every evening just so that :he hotel won't look like a graveyard." -New York Sun. Hottentot Women. Among the Hottentots women hold a setter position than they do anywhere ;lse in Africa. "The married woman," jays one traveler, "reigns supreme mis tress. Iler husband cannot without her Permission take a bit of meat or a drop >f milk." Generally "they rank much ibove the average of the negro races." —London Spectator. THE ENCHANTED MESA. Story of Great Disaster Which Wiped Out the Population. The story of the enchanted mesa was hut a tradition when ta 1541 the Spaniards first visited the pueblo of Acoma, in what is now Valencia coun ty. N. M. Powerful tribes inhabited the region. These tribes or nations were constantly at war with each oth er, which accounts for the fortified character of the villages of the na tives. The Queres, whose descend ants now occupy Acoma, held this re gion and dwelt in small fortified towns, the capital of which was Acoma. It was not, however, the Acoma of today, but a city perched upon the top of the great rock now called Mesa Encan tada. It was the magnificent city of the nation, and there dwelt the great men of the tribe, together with their families. The rock then, as now, was unscal able, save at the one point where a narrow and precipitous trail led up the dizzy height While not the most convenient dwelling place, for neither water nor vegetation was to be found upon the summit It was safe from the attacks of foes. One man at the top of the trail could defend the city against the warriors of the entire west. One day, while a large number of the inhabitants were at work in the fields on the plain below or attending to the affairs of the tribe in the various neigh boring villages, something within the rock or In the earth beneath it awoke to life and motion. There was a heav ing, a squirming and a shivering of the great rock, and. with a mighty noise, it parted in twain, and a portion fell in fragments to the plain below. Such persons as were carried down in the debris were crushed to death. A worse fate remained for those left prisoners on the top of the mesa, for that which fell carried away the nar row trail, the ouly means of ascent and descent. The stranded ones per ished from thirst and starvation. The present Acoma family are the descend ants of disaster. Ethnologists who vis ited the top of the rock some years ago found unmistakable evidences that it had once been the site of habitation. The story of the disaster had previous to that time been discredited and con sidered but au idle Indian legend. The discovery of the ancient ruins, how ever, seemed confirmatory of the tale, and it has since been credited.—Den ver Field and Farm. DOG INTELLIULNUh. The Clever "Malamutes'' That Carry the Mails In Alaska. The Eskimo begins to train his dog for sledge work before it is a month old. One of the most interesting fea tures of Eskimo villages are puppies tied to the pole of a tent. They pull on the rope with all their puppy strength in the effort to break away and join in the frolics of their elders. Not until a dog tired for mail service is one year old is it putin training for the trail. It begins by running ton miles with the team; then it is dropped out. Next day It runs the same dis tance. Gradually the distance is in creased until it reaches its fifteenth month of life, when it becomes part of the regular service. The life of a mail dog is from three to four years. No greater punishment can be inflicted than to lay a dog off from service. When uunify they are often threat ened with a lay-off, and with almost human intelligence they seem to un derstand the disgrace it implies in the eyes of their fellow workers on the trail. All light to be leaders. A con stant spur to an unambitious dog is the "outsider," who will quickly take away the leadership not only in the mail service, but in teams maintained chiefly for the pleasure of the sport The intelligence of the malamutc is re markable, its scent wouderful. Its in stinct, as a rule, unerring. Some dogs are better trail followers than others, as some are better lead ers. In a blizzard the best of them lose the trail, but invariably find it. When on the trail they never eat but once a day, then at the eiul of a jour ney. After feeding, like weary chil dren, they fall asleep and are never quarrelsome. It takes on an average) twenty pounds of food a day for a team of eleven dogs on a hard route.— Lida Hose McCabe in St. Nicholas. Bi., Tips For Little Favors. "It Is surprising," said a veteran Pullman porter, "how big a tip a por ter sometimes gets for doing a very little thing." He added: i "A passenger onco tipped me extra because he said I did not leave his shoestrings coiled up inside his shoes after I had blacked them, lie said nothing made him madder than to slip on his shoes in a hurry in a sleeper only to find that he had to take them off again because the shoestrings were inside. Ever since that time I have been careful not to leave shoestrings inside of the shoes I black, and more than one passenger has thanked me for being thoughtful. Hut it wasn't me that did the thinking. The tip did that for me, and 1 never forgot it."—Les lie's Weekly. as IEI! A FLellable TO SHOP rot all kind of Tin Roofing, Spoutlne nnd Csnsral Job Work. Stoves, Heaters, Ran«*s, Furnaces, sto- PRICES THB LOWEST! OIiILITY TDK BEST! JOHN HIXSON NO- lit E. FRONT ST.
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