WHEN LIFE IS DONE. When life is done availeth naught The pleasures that we dearly bougkt, The wealth we risked our souls to gain, The honors won through toil and pain, The titles coveted and sought. No world-wide fame av. aileth aught, No name, no marvels science taught, When earth and earthly objects wane. i When life is done. The kindly deeds for others wrought, The patient word, the Sentorons thought, The effort made by hand or brain "Gat L Taig for right, though made in Shall hy by, od forgotten not en life is done. —Magdalen Rock. IRISH I5 Vo SSAA “SOME INJUNS.” } 3 THE TRAPPER'S STORY OF A SIOUX’S ¥ GRATITUDE. RENTER III NCE in his life old Thad Grif- fin, the trapper, did a very foolish thing; at least, that was what he called the act, avhen he thought of it at all, for a long time afterward. Two young Sioux braves having attacked him, Thad had killed one and wounded the other. But he took the wounded man to his cabin, dressed the wound, nursed the Indian back to health, and then restored his gun and canoe, and told him to go home to his own people. But the Indian did not lead a scalp- ing party back to the trapper’'s camp, as Griffin had half expected he would, Nothing more was heard of him. Three years after, when Griffin left Fort Snelling at the end of September, and started up the Minnesota River to be- gin his fall hunt, the incident had al- most faded from his mind. He pad- dled to the headwaters of the Pomme de Terre, and camped a few days in a little thicket of scrub oak, while he looked round to see what the prospect was for furs—and for Indians. He had kept his eyes open all the way up river, for the Sioux were reported ta be on the warpath. This, however, was somewhat in the trapper’s favor, for they would be likely to travel in big bands, and with care he might the easier avoid them. There were “slathers of fur signs,” but no traces of Indians in this region of rolling prairie, broken at the east- ward by a belt of heavy timber. So one day Griffin set out with his gun to try for a saddle of venison. When the afternoon was almost over he found a good sized buck, and presently start- ed for camp with the hide and saddle slung to his back. Clear sky and bracing atmosphere and the promise of a successful season made the blood fairly bound through the trapper’s veins, and he strode along feeling as though he would like to sing. Indians were far from his thoughts just then. The greater was his dismay when, just as he had reached the top of a low ridge half way between the woods and his camp, he saw a band of forty Sioux coming up on the other side. Griffin had had many a “fuss” with these same Indians, and he recognized them instantly as belonging to a vil- lage that wintered in the Ottertail Wo00GS, away off at the northeast. Evi- dently they had been out on the Da- kota prairies for a big buffalo hunt, for they were on foot and leading their ponies, which were loaded with hides and dried meat. Flat in the grass dropped Griffin, but not soon enough to escape the sharp eyes of the Indians. Raising a terrific whoop, they left the ponies to look out for themselves, and came on in a body, while Griffin slipped the venison from his shoulders and started at his best pace toward the belt of timber. The Indians were not more than two hundred yards away when Griffin sighted them; but in running he had the advantage of going down hill, and he had almost doubled the distance before they reached the top of the ridge and began to shoot at him. None of the bullets happened to hit the mov- ing target. Griffin glanced over his shoulder. ‘As he expected, a dozen of the swiftest runners had threwn off their blankets and, knives in hand, were approaching at a rate that meant mischief for a man who must cling to a twelve-pound gun. But the trapper had been in worse places than this, and he felt that if he could once get into the woods, with night falling, he could dodge the Indians, He was still a half mile from the timber when he looked back once more. One of the braves was now far in ad- vance of the others, but all his pur- suers were gaining, and Griffin began to fear that he might lose the race, tired as he wa% from his hunt and handicapped by the weight he earried. That foremost Indian must die! Griffin slackened his pace a trifle, that he might get his breath before trying to take aim. The Indian put on an extra burst of speed. When Griffin was close to the timber the leading Indian had come so near that the trapper could hear the patter of his footsteps. Thinking it must be now or never, the trapper wheeled and was about to pull trigger when his adversary made a movement that caused Griflin to hesitate from sheer surprise. The Indian waved him 1te- ward the woods. “White man no shoot!’ he shouted. “Me him friend! No stop: Injun ne ketch um!’ ‘Phe white man took a good look. heap quick. Injun run by; no Ketch um. Bimeby dark, white man run off.” Grifiin shaped his course for the near- est clump of bush, and put his last atom of strength into a leap that land- ed him fair in its centre. He spread himself flat and clung close to the ground. Yelling like mad, to lead his mates away, the young Sioux kept on into the woods. It was so contrary to the trapper’s training to trust an Indian that his first movement was to slip out his knife. He meant to be prepared in case the Siuox should Dounce on top of him. But the Indians tore on into the for- est, and after him went the others. They passed so near the place where Griffin lay that they might have heard his hard breathing had they not been running so fast and yelling so lustily. But a fat old fellow who brought up the rear gave over the chase at the edge of the forest. He leaned against a tree not twenty feet from Griffin's bush, evidently intending to wait until the others came back with the white man’s scalp. The young braves kept up the search until after dark. All that time the old fellow lingered by his tree, and Griffin dared not even stretch for fear of being heard. He hardly knew what action to take. It seemed that the young brave had meant him to get away as soon as the crowd passed; and it would be easy enough to shoof the old Indian, and then make his escape in the darkness. But the trapper finally decided that the right thing to do was to lie still. The old fellow might be his friend's father for all he knew. To kill him there might throw suspicion upon the young man. And Griffin knew that if the Indians’ discovered the trick that had been played upon them they would kill the perpetrator. “I won't do it!” said Griffin to him- self. “Not if I lose my scalp for it.” By the time the band returned from the fruitless chase the trapper had got his breath. He wasted none of it, we may be certain, in the course of the impromptu council that the Indians held before they left the timber. Prob- ably the talk lasted less than five min- utes. But that seems a long time to a man who feels enemies crowd around his hiding-place and dreads that any instant they may fairly fall over him. But finally they did leave, and Griffin crept out of the bush and fetched a wide circuit to reach his camp. He did not feel any appetite for supper just then. What he would do, and did, was to load his belongings into his canoe and, heading down stream, put a wide stretch of river between himself and the redskins. Griffin never saw or heard of the young Sioux again; but the trapper had a better opinion of the tribe and the race from that time forward. “Sure enough,” he used to say, when he told the story, “most of em are bad, and others of ’em are worse; but I tell you, boys, sure enough, some Iniuns are folks!”—Youth’'s Companion, Ant Hypnotists. That ants doctor their sick by hg: notism and magnetism is proved by observation. An ardent student tells how he witnessed what may be termed a seance in medical science among ants. He saw several of these little creatures emerge from the hills and noticed that there were some among them which were weak and emaciated —invalids, in fact. They were accom- panied by healthy members of the com- munity, and all made their way toward a distant mound. On following their movements through a glass the observer saw on this mound a big and sturdy ant which made some motions in the direction of the advancing invalids. The latter went up the mound, one by one, and sub- mitted themselves to treatment. This consisted in the physician ant passing his feelers over the head and body of the patient in a manner distinctly suggestive of the hypnotizing of nerves and muscles practiced by human doc- tors. Every one went through the treatment, then the patients went back, and the doctor marched off in the op- posite direction. Recruiting Men For the Navy. In order to assist in the recruiting of men for the navy, the Navy Depart- ment has prepared large lithograph posters for display in all the principal cities and towns in the country. The navy is in great need of able-bodied seamen and is using extra exertions to secure them without delay. These posters are the most elaborate bids for men the navy has ever made. They are highly decorated and picture life on a man-of-war in the most alluring colors. The centerpiece is a picture of the battleship Kearsarge, with a happy, contented-looking jackie of heroic dimensions as a companion piece. These pictures are highly col- ored and can scarcely fail to attract attention. The text gives practical information regarding ratings and pay, and shows the advantage of naval ser- vice. To make the words more im- pressive, they are printed in red with a profusion of capital letters. Over 150,000 of these posters, which are of immense size, have been distributed among recruiting centers.—Washing- ton Star. An Opportunity For Some One. Here is an advertisement that was published lately in an Italian news- paper: “An agreeable young man, of This—yes, this was the same young | most distinguished family, good, seri- brave he had spared and nursed! Real-| ous, honorable, hard-working, finding izing that, Griffin grasped the meaning | it out of his power to cffect 2 most of the words, and instantly he raeed | remunerative business plan, proposes about and made for the woods again. | 10 a wise father of a family to marry “White man saved Injup, now Injun| his daughter. if only she be agrecable save white man’ the savage called | and have a dowry exceeding 100,000 as soon asthe trees and bush Lid them | ltre— Alfa, 1444, Posta, Firenze.” -Eos- from sight. “White man bide um, | ton Journal, the big net. fhe luck adventare. 9999990994 — . , POO OOo obboe A y Daring English Equestrians. NE of the most extraordinary feats of horsemanship ever performed in this or any other country was that of Mr. John Leech Maning, at the White Hart Hotel, Aylesbury, nearly three-quar- ters of a century ago. He rode his horse upstairs into the dining room, and while the meal was in progress fumped the animal clean over the table. Describing the incident not very long ago, Mr. Maning said: “Nothing was removed from the table. In fact, the dinner was actually going on. I jumped the horse bareback, without a bridle, before more than forty gentle- men, who were dining after the steeple- chases.” Seven or eight years ago a number of German officers stationed at Metz per- formed an extraordinary equestrian ex- ploit—or perhaps escapade it ought io be called. Shortly after 12 one night six lieutenants of the Thirteenth Dra- goons dashed cut of the barracks on their chargers, clad in nothing but their shirts. Without pausing they charged an adjacent cafe, breaking the door- ways and windows and leaping their horses over the heads of the terrified customers. Two of them actually rode around the large hall of the cafe, the sthers contenting themselves with leading their horses round by the bridles. The police were at once sent for by the proprietor, but as one con- stable who ventured to expostulate was brutally maltreated for his temerity, the others thought it prudent not to interefere. A few minutes later the rowdy officers remounted their steeds and rode off again at a gallop. It is bardly necessary to add that their out- rageous conduct created quite a sensa- tion in the town. For the sake of a wager a remarkable feat of horsemanship was some years ago accomplished by a sporting noble- man in a certain West End mansion. He made a bet with a friend that he would ride his pony from the ground floor of the house to the top and down again. His steed required a good deal of persuasion to attempt the task, but it was finally performed, though the damage done to the stair carpets and other things amounted to £50, which had to be paid by the winner. The foregoing performance was par- alleled by the exploit of a Lincolnshire farmer who, at Kirton Lindsey, in that county, succeeded in riding a pony up two flights of stairs into a room and to the ground floor again. The scene of this equestrian feat was the George Inn at Kirton Lindsey, and it was consid- ered all the more remarkable because the weight of the rider was as much as twelve stone, while that of his mount was under thirty stone. A marvelous feat in the hunting field was reported a few months since from Warrnambool, Victoria. During a run of the local hounds a horse known as Handy Andy, ridden by Mr. M. J. Dick- son, approached a stiff four-rail fence in the neighborhood at Grasmere. An- other horse, bearing Dr. MacKnight, stopped within a few feet of the ob- stacle, and, running down the fence, got in the way of Handy Andy. The latter. then jumped the obstructing horse, rider and fence, just touching the doctor with his hoofs. The feat was superbly done, but, unfortunately, Handy Andy stumbled on landing and unseated his clever and intrepid rider. Some extraordinary equestrian ex- ploits have taken place in New York. At a costly banquet, given some time ago in the carriage room of Mr. W. H. Clark, an American millionaire, his favorite horse was ridden round the table by one of the forty guests, after it had enjoyed a poetical “feed” of flowers and champagne. Afterward Shetland ponies were ridden into and about the room by others. of the guests, the revels being prolonged into the small hours of the morning. Some volunteer officers in Wales rode their horses at full gallop at midnight over the rocky declivities of a mneigh- boring mountain without mishap to men or mounts.—Tit-Bits. Fighting For Life in a Net. Tangled in a big fishing seine after the capsizing of their boat one mile from shore, Charles Beck and his son, George Beck, two Evanston firemen, struggled for their lives for two hours yesterday morning in Lake Michigan. Not until the imperilled men had cut the net, which was 300 feet long, in two, were they able to extricate them- selves. Then, thoroughly exhausted with their efforts to keep afloat while they were escaping from the. death trap, they battled again with the waves and, by aiding one another, swam to the beach in safety. The Becks, who live at avenue, Evanston, 21406 Maple had gone out early in the morning to take in the seine. which they had set off Grosse Point Lighthouse. They were engaged in hauling in the netful of fish when a squall arose. Their boat, a flat-bot- tomed scow, swung into the trough of the sea and filled with water. While they were bailing out the water with their hats the scow capsized, throw- ing both its occupants into the lake. Immediately the arms and legs of the men became entagled in the seine and rendered. them powerless to swim. Divesting themselves of their rubber coats and boots, the father and son, with a fishing knife, b cutting the cords from their bh and ankies. When once they 1 cut themselves loose and had stavied to swim toward shore they azain beeam Jon 8 stre to give out after a half hour's struggle, and the double burden of helping the poy to keep afloat, and freeing both himself and his son from the impend- ing meshes fell to the father. The latter’s endurance had nearly given out when he succeeded in separ- ating the last strands of the seine. Both fishermen were so prostrated when they reached shore that they had to be assisted to their home.—Chicago Inter-Ocean. Bull Tripped Up the Tents. A new rendering of the old story of the bull in the china shop is told by P. J. McCook, a nephew of General An- son G. McCook, and himself a veteran of the Spanish-American War. “During the Porto Rico campaign,” said Mr. McCook, “my company was camping in a field not far from the town of Adjuntas. A barbed wire fence separated the camp from another field, in which were a number of cat- tle. The fence was taken as guard line, and sentries were posted along it. Dur- ing the night a frisky bull in the ad- joining field took it into his head to charge the fence, with the idea of get- ting at the sentry on the other side. The sentry naturally resented the in- trusion, and when the bull got within range prodded him sharply in the nose with his sword bayonet. The bull re- treated with an angry roar. “Evidently the injured nose troubled the animal, for presently he made an- other rush for the fence. Again he met a vicious stab. By this time the in- furiated animal was roused. He upset the sentry, snapped the wire fence and was in the midst of the camp in a second. The scene that followed beg- gars description. The company was sleeping in the little ‘pup’ tents used in the field. As the angry animal rolled through the field he tripped and stumbled over the tent ropes, and in a few minutes dozens of men were strug- gling to get loose from the canvas and howling in pain as the feet of the animal landed on them. A ‘strike’ in in a bowling alley is not more complete than the way in which the indignant bull demolished the company street of tents. There was little sleep that night in Company A.” Lost Life Rather Than Retreat. ‘Among the interesting figures at the recent naval maneuvres at New Lon- don was a signal corps sergeant named Ackers, who lay claim to one of the most remarkable war records in the Army. At Manila, in China and in the West he has seen service. At the time of the Chinese campaign he was chief telegraph operator of the American forces. During the battle before Tien- Tsin Ackers was sent with a message to Colonel Liscum of the Ninth In- fantry, whose regiment was under héavy fire. The orders were to re- treat. “I brought the word to Liscum,” said Ackers, in telling the story. “Liscum’s fighting blood was up and he was mad at the idea of retreating. Turning to me he gave me the worst wigging I ever received. There we stood out in the open, with the bullets flying in all directions, and the Colonel sailing into me for fair. Of course, I had to stand up to attention, and it wasn’t the most comfortable position in the world with about 50,000 Chinese shooting at us. “Well, Liscum had just about fin- ished with one tack and was begin- ning another when: all of a sudden he doubled up and went down in a heap in front of me. I think that was the first time I ever regretted the end of a wig- ging. The sheer nerve of the man to stand up there and call me down as if we were in barracks while bullets were whizzing on all sides was won- derful, but it cost him his life.”—New York Tribune. Saved From an Alligator. While a number of passengers were waiting for the morning train at Pablo Beach, Fla., they heard the wail of a child. Jerry Delaney, Deputy Sheriff and a former Cincinnati policeman, headed those who hastened to search for the cause of the cry. A short dis- tance away they saw a big alligator dragging a child away, having secured hold of its dress in its mouth. The child was shrieking. The posse rushed to the rescue, and the gator redoubled ‘its efforts to get to its bayou nearby. A big dog belonging to the child came running along and dashed at the 'gator’s head. The ‘gator whacked its tail around with great force, dashed the dog into its mouth which it opened with a gulp, taking in the dog and swallowing him with ease. The ‘gator dropped hold of the child’s dress in the struggle. The posse at once killed the ‘eator. It was fifteen feet long. It is thought to have been made fierce by hunger, as it is seldom that they will attack human beings and espe- cially so near a habitation. The child was uninjured. She Got Two Cougars With Two Bullets, Mrs. A. 1’. Dobrowsky, the young and pretty wife of a jeweler, killed two mountain lions on Sunday at Bear Mountain. The man and his wife go every Sunday into the woods, but last Sunday she killed her first mountain lion. She was alone on the mountain- side when she was attracted by the baying of her heund. She feumd he had a large lion up a tree. As she pre- pared to sheot at it she saw a second lion looking hungrily at her threugh the thick follage. Just then her hus- band came up, attracted by the noise of the dog. At the count of three two rifles rang out and twe tawny brutes fell to the earth mertally wounded. As they rolled in their death struggles Mre¢. Dobrowsky saw a third lion bigher up in the tree than his fel- led in| ngih began lows lad been. She killed it with one ball. The smallest lion measured five {et.— San Francisco Chionicle. THE FIRST EVICTION. A Magyar Version of the Old Story of the Garden of Eden. The Magyar folk-story teller hits off the opinion of the peasantry with re- gard to their Roumanian and German neighbors in a tale current among them. It runs as follows: When Adam and Eve fell God sent Gabriel, the Magyar angel, to turn them out of Eden as 4 punishment tor their sin. Gabriel was received most courteously, food and drink of the best being set before him. Now Gabriel had a kind heart and took pity upon the poor folk, and would not accent their hospitality, remembering his er- rand. So he returned and begged that some one else be sent to evict the sin- ners, as he really could not do it. Then Raphael, the Roumanian angel. was sent and was received as Gabriel had been. He, however, was very fond of a good dinner, and so he sat down and thoroughly enjoyed himself. The feast over, he told the erring pair his errand. They at once began to weep most piteously and beg for mercy. Their bitter sorrow so touched his af- ter-dinner heart that he, too, returned, and asked that some ene else be sent, as he could not possibly turn out the poor folk after accepting the hospital ity. ‘Then “it was that Michael, the German angel, was sent. He was re- ceived as the others by the trembling pair and treated even more sumpiuocus- ly. He sat down and enjoyed himself until the last morsel of food had van- ished and there wasn’t a drop of liquor left. 'Then he arose and, turning to his host and hostess, said: “Now then, out you go, and be quick about it” Most piteously did Adam and Eve beg at least for time, even reminding him that he had partaken of their bread. All in vain. Thus it was that our first parents were driven out of Eden. Origin of Red Cross. In reading the record of work done by the Red Cross in South Africa one wonders once again that history should be so silent as to the treatment of the sick and wounded in the great cam- paigns of the past. Even the inaugu- ration of the movement in 1863 at Gen- eva, which has enabled the world to realize the paradox of how in the midst of war to be at peace, created no more stir in Burope than to give rise to but a few lines in an out-of-the-way part of the Times. Yet fourteen govern- ments had sent delegates and such aristocratic bodies as the Ancient Or- der of St. John of Jerusalem, and such authorities were represented as Miss Florence Nightingale, whose work in the Crimea had first in history stimu- lated the imagination on behalf of the wounded. But the immediate occasion of the convention were the awful bat: tles of Magenta and of Solferno, in 1859, which left 52,000 Killed and wounded on the battlefield, their blood giving the name to a new dye, magen- ta. To-day more than thirty nations are agreed to abide by the Geneva con- vention. Toward the conclusion of the Spanish-American war the parallel to our blue book was a big handsome gray volume, with a massive red cross on the cover and fully illustrated, by Miss Clara Barton, the American “lady of the lamp.”—London Chronicle. Disguised Dog as a Baby. The most prominent of the dogs at present in the public eye is that terrier which its owners attempted recently to smuggle across the Channel dis- cuised as a baby in long clothes. It is attracting the greatest interest at Calais, where it is in charge of one of the officials at the buffet at the Gare Maritime, who, it appears, has been commissioned to attend to the dog un- til the owners’ return to the continent. The dog’s name is Bob, but we fear this is no more valuable as a means of identification than if it had been called Smith or Jones. It is said to belong to an American lady and gen- tleman, who are at present staying in London. The animal is a large Irish terrier, so large that it must have made an exceedingly fine €hild when dressed as a baby. The lady crossed from England to the continent in nurse's attire two days previously, and, it is stated, traveled especially to Paris to fetch the dog.—London Daily News. The Way a Pocket is Picked. The easiest, safest and some of the most lucrative graft I ever engaged in was when I was a boy robbing women in the street or on the crowded cars. I was at that time what is called a moll-buzzer, a fly that buzzed about women. I worked with Zack and one or two other boys. Each of us had his particular job to look after. I was generally the pick, dip or tool, the hoy that actually made the touch. My companions were stalls—i. e., they were to look out for the policeman, distract the attention of the victim and cover up my operations. As a rule one stood in front of the sucker, one directly be- hind him, and ome was the lookout. Then, when we had the victim just right, I would do the dipping.—Auto- biography of a Thief, in Leslie's Popu- lar Monthly. Measles and Ammonia. A Detroit woman who labors among the poor children of the city was tell- ing her experiences. “One day there was a death in the neighborhood—a little girl died, and the children were visibly impressed. They told me about it in unison, “It was better for ber, wasn’t it, Missus? one little girl said philoseph- iealy. “ ‘What was the trouble? 1 asked. “ ‘0, anether spoke up, ‘she had measles and ammonia on the lungs and a lot of things.’ “I was, of course, deeply impressed by the ‘lok of things,’ but more so by the ‘ammenia on the Iungs.’ ”-