DUSK, AND THE DAY I8 DONE.
, and the day is done,
omeward I turn;
Bright as the setting sun
Its fires do burn.
Dusk, and the shadows fold
On the hill’'s breast;
Dark ’'gainst the fleeing gold.
In the far west.
Dusk, and the waking stars
Glimmer on high
Like candles newly lit
In the gray sky.
Dusk, and I see your face,
Soft lips apart;
Waiting to find your place,
Near to my heart.
—Beth Slater Whitson in Ainslee's.
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WANTED: A WORRIER
By Annie Hamilton Donnell.
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Mrs. Heath’s anxious voice drifted
down the hall, down the stairs.
“Did Caroline take an umbrella?
A cheerful, sixteen-year-old voice
drifted back up the stairs, up the hall.
“I don’t know: I'll count ’em.”
“lI know she didn’t,” groaned the
anxious voice in the period of waiting.
“and she had all her best clothes on,
as she always has when it’s cloudy.”
“She never! Here's four in the um-
brella stand. But don’t you go to
worrying, marmie; it only looks like
rain.”
Mrs. Heath resumed her darning and
her worrying. She was a tiny woman
who should have been pink and white
and smooth, unworried. Faint care
lines, as it was, crisscrossed her gen-
‘tle face. Umbrellas was but one item
of her daily program of anxieties. She
was the family worrier—all the pos-
gible and impossible calamities that
might or might not happen to seven
lusty Heaths happened to them in her
imagination.
“That lovely hat! Caroline is so
care— Mercy, I'm sure I smell smoke!"
She hurried to the head of the stairs.
“Mig! Mig!”
““Yes’m,” against the cheerful young
voice. .
“You there?” Mrs. Heath was mild-
ly addicted to needless questions. “I
smell fire. Is the baby anywhere near
the matches?”
The baby was five and utterly un-
reconciled to his mortifying title.
“He’s in the same room, but he’s on
the floor, and the match—"
‘““Then it’s Thyrsa. She's probably
lighting the fire with kerosene. Run,
Mig, quick!” ; »
“I will. I'll put her out—never you
mind, marmie!”
There was a scurry of light feet fol-
lowed by clumping little ones. It was
the baby who reported, a moment lat-
er.
“Nothin’s burnin’ cept the fire,” he
shouted at the top of good lungs.
“Well, it’s a mercy! Something
else will burn one of these days, with
everybody so reckless. We shall wake
up some 1norning and find outselves
burned to a crisp. I wonder where 1
dropped that needle? Now some one
will step on it and have lockjaw! 1
shan’t take a minute's peace until 1
find it.’
She took very few minutes’ peace.
day or night. Did Griffith 1I. read his
latin over the second time before he
went to school? Had Griffith I. re-
membered to order coal? Was Thyrsa
coming down. with another earache?
What if the new neighbors turned
out to be the wrong kind? What if
the dressmaker got Mig’s dress too
short—or too long—or the sleeves
skimpy? What if a hundred other
dreadful things happened?
The seven other Heaths enjoyed life
in a healthful, untroubled fashion that
to the little family worrier appeared
incomprehensible. The weight of the
cares they ought to feel and the wor-
ries they ought to worry added to her
owa full quiver until the burden grew
almost too heavy for her slender
shoulders. It happened that this par-
ticular afternoon was destined to be
the fateful one. Quite suddenly and
unpremeditatedly the half-mended
stocking - dropped from Mrs. Heath's
fingers. : =
“I'm too tired to worry about an-
“other thing!” she said with a curious
alr of finality. “Somebody else must
do it now—I've done my part.” Her
tired eyes had a strained look. She
was conscious of a sudden desire to
change places with the baby, so that
she might cry. She put her hand to
her head. If anything should snap—
she had never been afraid before that
anything would snap.
“I've got to stop worrying,” she said
aloud. ‘‘Henrietta Heath, you listen
to me. When 1 say ‘three’ you stop!”
She had left her little straight-backed
‘sewing chair and sunk into Griffith I.’s
soft rocker. “One—two—" she counted
slowly, “three! Have you stopped,
Henrietta Heath?”
“I have stopped,” noddsd Henrietta.
Heath from the depths of the great
chair. She closed her eyes in relaxed
abandonment of earthly cares. But
unconsciously she worried on because
she was not worrying. Some one must
worry—a helpless family could not be
left in the lurch like this. She must
find some one to take her place—
“I'll advertise,” she thought, and got
paper and pencil.
The wordinz of the notice gave her
little trcouble; it was odd how her pen-
cil flew from line to line. Things one
might suppose to bé difficult and un-
usual appeared simple enough now to
her. She‘read the advertisement aloud.
It sounded well.
“Wanted: A working worrier for a
family of seven. Only competent per-
son need apply. Permanent situation
for the rizkt cne. References. Ad-
dress Henrietta Heath, Crescent Ter-
race.’ .
The Pinetoro Evening Call went to
press at ncon. It was too late for
today, but none tco early for tomaor-
row. Mrs. Heath, in the calm convic-
{ion of doing the right thing in the
right way, put on her things and de-
parted leisurely for the printing es-
tablishment of the Evening Call.
“lI wish this advertisement inserted
in tomorrow’s paper,” she said to the
polite person who came forward to
meet her. “I am sorry it could not
have been— It is too late for today,
I suppose?”
“M—m-—yesgp certainly, madam.” The
polite person was reading the little
slip of paper. He looked up unsmil-
ingly. When he spoke his tone was
solicitous.
“The paper has gone to press. We
could only get out an extra. If there
is great hurry—"’ He waited.
Mrs. Heath shook her head slowly.
“Tomorrow will do,” she said, “but
not a day later. And I shall be obliged
if you will give it a prominent place.”
“On the first page, madam. Give your-
self no worriment.”
Of course she would not do that.
Worriments were behind her now.
But it worried her. The helpless fam-
ily—the helpless family! “Only till to-
morrow,” she comforted herself.
The next day, just before tea time,
Mrs. Heath was summoned by Thyrsa
to the parlor. A stranger in a black
dress rose at her entrance. There was
only time to note the extreme gravity
bordering upon sourness, of the strang-
er's face before a nervous voice spoke.
“I came in answer to your adver-
tisement in today’s Call.”
“Oh! Oh, yes, you are a—a—’"' Mrs.
Heath faltered in palpable embarrass-
ment,
“Worrier—yes. Professional. Forty
vears’ experience. Thirteen years and
a half in my last place—lady died, man
in the asylum. I can’t refer you to
them, but—" :
“Yes, oh, yes, I'd like references,”
Mrs. Heath faltered weakly. This pro-
fessional worrier abashed her strange-
ly. In this presence she herself seem-
ed such .&# novice—amateur. The
stranger went on, in a matter-of-faci
tone:
“In my place before last I worried
for a family of six—Mrs. Elbertus Lee,
Derry Bridge. Family numbered only
three in the place before that, but the
work was hard, very hard. I have
worked in only three places.” The
latter was said in a tone of pride. To
have worried—professionally—for for- |
| way she was going to look and to
| sigh!
She blushed uncom- |
| turned away.
! called her—shrieked after her:
ty years in but three ‘‘places” appeared
occasion for pride. Mrs. Heath was
only thirty-four.
fortably.
“Well, if you think I'll suit, I'm
ready to begin at once. We can give
cach other a trial anyway, but I want
cne thing understood at the start—"
“Yes?” hesitated Mrs. Heath.
“And that is that I'm not to be in-
terfered with. I'm to do it all.”
“There are seven. Seven is a good
many—"’
“] am perfectly competent to do the
worrying for seven. It must be left
entirely to me. I suppose the seven
includes you?”
‘Dear, no!” The little amateur wor-
rier had never worried about herself. It
had not occurred to her.
“Eight, then. Names, please? 1
wish to get acquainted with my cases
before 1 begin work, and any little
hints that you can give me—"
“Griffith I., Griffith IL, Caroline,
Mig, the twins, the baby,” recited the
wife of one and mother of all the rest
in rather a tremulous voice. A sob
seemed to be tangled up in her throat.
Was she giving them all up to this
solemn, sour person in black? The
solemn, sour person wrote the names
in a small blank book, with capable
flourishes. >
“Have you any preference as to
which one I worry about first?” she
inquired, snapping thz covers of the
book together. “We are losing time—
I should like to begin at once.”
“The baby, faltered the baby’s
mother. He was a good-one to begin
and end with. “At this very minute—"
“Oh, I'm afread he’s playing with
matches, or falling down the _cellar
bulkhead!” worried the professional
worrier in a businesslike manner. She
entered upon her work with a perfeet
acquaintance with its requirements—
her tone, her look, her motions were
all in harmony with her calling.
Mis. Heath found herself watching
her with fascinated gaze. It was as
if she was watching herself from a
little distance. The anxious lines and
creases in the stranger’s face filled her
with horror, for they might all be in
her own face. She put up her hand to
feel and see. They were there!
A network of fine lines threaded the
forehead of the other won:an. More
lines ran down her cheekss—more still
from the corners of her mouth. Hen-
rietta Heath, in a little whirl of panic,
ran to her room and peered into the
mirror. The face she saw there re-
sembled faintly the lined face of the
woman she had engaged to do her
worrying—there was no doubt of the
resemblance.
Downstairs the girl twin was drun-
ming scales on the piano, and wrong
tion, and added little praises
i heels for this afternoon.”
| out her
I it with knit brows,
| under her breath:
| cowlick, Thyrsa's ears, thin places in
| sitting room
| spots on table cloth—m—m—m—" her
| tended it toward Mrs. Heath.
{ An awful terror ripped
| Heath—this was herself standing fac-
notes drifted upward discordantly,
but the girl twin's mother laughed
softly. She went back to the strang-
er; this was her business.
“Sulvia is practising wrong,” she
said.
“1 know—I know,” snapped the
stranger irritably, “but I can’t attend
to everything at once! I'm worrying
about Griffith II. just this minute, for
fear he’ll slip under the gate instead
of waiting at the railroad crossing. I
can’t worry about two at once with
any sort of success. That reminds, I
forgot to say that if I am expected to
work nights I shall charge double
wages. Night work is very exhaust-
ing” :
“Yes,” murmured little Mrs. Heath,
as one who knew, “I always worried
nights, too. You can charge extra.”
The days that followed that advent
of the professional worrier were easy
days to the weary one released from
all care. She grew round and smooth,
laughed often, sang little snatches of
song. The children exulted.
“Marmie’s growing young!” Mig
boasted. “See, papa, how lovely she
is!” :
“Yes,” Griffith I. agreed with unc-
of his
own in mammie’s ear.
Caroline, the baby, all the others,
admired enthusiastically.» Only the
hired worrier worried now in the
household of the Heaths. Then like
a bolt from cloudless sky came the end
of this satisfactory arrangement.
Henrietta Heath at her peaceful, un-
worried mending one morning, beheld
the worrier standing in the door with
unwonted excitement evident in her
whole bearing.
“I've come to give warning.” She
spoke rapidly. “I can’t wait to give
two weeks’ notice. - I belong to the
union, and they’ve ordered me to quit
work.”
“Is it a strike?” demanded
Heath, though uselessly.
Whatever it was, it could not mat-
ter. The old worries loomed blackly
right ahead. Like arms of a deadly
squid they were closing around her.
She groaned already in their clutches.
The person in the doorway had ap-
parently not heard the question.
“I'm sorry I can stay to finish worry-
ing about the baby’s tooth that’s com-
ing in crooked, but you'll have to fin-
ish it out. Miss Caroline’s stooped
shoulders came next on my list—I
planned that and Miss Sylvia's runover
She took
memorandum and consulted
muttering items
“Master Griffith’s
Mrs.
carpet—m—m—m—ink
voice trickling out into indistinctness.
Suddenly she folded the paper and ex-
“It may
be a help,” she said gravely. ‘I've al-
| ways made it a practice to work from
| a prepared list—dear knows I'd have
| died long ago if I hadn't!
| ing business—wearing.”
It’s a wear-
New lines
seemed to appear startlingly in her
wizened face and she sighed deeply.
Henrietta
ing her in the doorway! This was the
said, and
woman
the worrier
But the other
“Good-by,”
“Come back! Come back and get
your list! Take it with you—I don’t
want it. I tell you I'm not going back
to worrying. 1 won’t! I won’t!” ‘She
tried to get out of her chair—to throw
away the list of worries. It grew
heavy, like a leaden list, in her hands.
it grew hot and burned her.
“Why, marmie!”
It was Mig standing over her. She
was in Griffith I's great easy chair.
“You screamed out in your sleep—
you must have had an awful dream.”
“Awful!” shuddered marmie. “Mig”
__ghe lifted her face to the girl—"am
1 wizened? Do I look old and sour
and dreadful? Tell me quick!’
“Why, marmie! Why, what are you
thinking of? You look dear.” 3
The little mother swept the little
daughter into her arms, laughing joy-
ously the while. “Then I woke up in
time—I mean I went to sleer in time.
Just in time, Miggins!”’
Mig's face, expressive of ulter be-
wilderment, came out of the dizzy em-
brace. Her errand upstairs recurred
to her.
“1 came up,” she panted breathless-
ly, “to tell you the baby’s torn a great
hole in his rompers—awful! And
Sylvia’s practicing ‘G’ flat inslead of
‘A’ flat—I can’t make her stop. And
Thyrsa’s broken the biggest plat—"
“Mig, listen to me! There are wors2
things than holes and ‘G’ flats and
broken platters. You go downstairs
and be thankful your mother has
found it out in time. Here—kiss me
first. Now run.” But she called after
the light-retreating little figure. “Mig-
gins!”
“Yes? What say, marmie?”
“You are sure it isn't wizened yet?”
“Marmie, the idea! It's dear—dea
dear.”
Henrietta Heath ran to her mirior
and gazed at herself in its unflattering
depths. She began to pinch and knead
the sweet face there.
“I’'1l pinch ’'em out—I’ll knead ’'em
cut,” she said. “Then I'll start azain,
smooth!” ;
Yownstairs the girl twin practie ng
her discordant little scales seemed to
be playing a turne.—Woman’'s Home
Companion.
Out of the Rut.
“In a way, the function was refresh-
ingly novel.”
“How's that?”
“The genial host was dead sore and
his amiable wife exhibited a palpable
grouch.’—Washington Herald.
- PENNSYLVANIA STATE NEWS
DAMAGE SUIT LOST
Man Claims He Was Injured
Wreck of Which No One
Else Ever Heard.
A wreck in which one whole side of
a passenger coach was knocked out
and some of the train ditched, was
described on the witness stand at
Uniontown by John Brija of Adelaide,
but the Pennsylvania railroad, on
whose track the disaster was suppos-
ed to have occurred, never heard of
the wreck.
Brija claimed $5,000
after hearing the evidence the court
gave binding instructions for the de-
fendant. Brija suffered a broken leg,
a broken finger and severe bruises on
the body. He was unconscious four
days and in the hospital five weeks.
His injuries were as claimed, but
there was no evidence beyond his
own statement that they were sus-
tained while riding on a Pennsylvania
railrcad train.
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SEES GUSHERS IN DREAM
Oil Man Marks Spot and Vision Be-
— comes Reality.
“lI had a great dream,” said Jacob
Fennel of Fennelton to his wife one
_ morning, as he awoke and looked out
of the window. “I saw two oil der-
ricks out there on the
the oil was spouting up hundreds of
feet and running away in the gully
in a great stream.” z se
Fennel marked the spot where
had seen the gushers
Then he induced operators to develop
the lease, and to day 10 of the big-
gest wells in what is the best pool
ever struck in Butler county are
yielding 500 barrels a day. The fam-
ous gusher brought in by Drs. Wm.
R. and John V. Cowden is located
exactly where Fennel, owner of the
farm, saw it in his dream.
he
NEW COKE PLANT PLANNED
Company Organized and 40 Ovens
Will Be Built Immediately.
The Peerless Connellsville Coke Co.
was organized at Greensburg by the
election. of . the. following officers:
P. W. Simon, Connellsville, secre-
tary, and James M. Doyle, Connells-
ville, treasurer.
The stock is held by Connellsville
and Greensburg capitalists, and work
has already been begun on the con-
struction of a coking plant near Don-
nelly and Mayfield plants of the H.
C. Frick Coke Co. Forty ovens will
be built immediately.
HOTEL WRECKED ‘BY GAS
Fire Follows Explesion in Parkers
Landing Hostelry.
The Globe Hotel at Parkers Land-
ing was partially burned and later
wrecked by an explosion of natural
gas, in which the proprietor, John B.
Stoner, was badly burned about the
face and arms.
Velunteer fire companies
fire under control a half hour
when there was a second explosion
that wrecked the building. Gs A.
Needle and Paul Stetler, firemen,
were in the cellar, and were covered
with debris. but not dangerously hurt.
The loss is $10,000, covered by insur-
ance.
had the
Huge Reservoir for Coke Company.
plants the Jamison Coal & Coke Co.
will erect a mammoth
ncrtheast of George station. One
land have been purchased. The acre-
age comprises the entire Mellon farm
and parts of the Sowash and Mec-
Carthy farms. The Jamison plants
are now supplied with individual re-
servoirs.
Make Demand for $10,000.
Ten thousand dollars or death fis
Brownsville merchant, in a letter.
Frediana turned the letter over to
County Detective Alex McBeth, who
of Cleveland, O., where the
officers.
the money to a designated place in
New York.
Big Gas Well Struck.
feet.
was organized
month ago by J.
in Revnoldsvilie
H. Kauacher, W. W,
Wiley, . F.. A. McConnell, Levi
Schuckers and C. C.. Benscoter. It is
the only well in this section and the
company controls 700 acres.
Black Hand Convicted.
at New Castle trying Sam Esposito,
an alleged Black Hand leader, upon
dict convicting him upon one charge
and acquitting him upon the other.
The maximum prison sentence he can
now get will be five years.
Accuses a Preacher.
Eli MeKnight, a former Methodist
Episcopal preacher, was arrested on
a charge of iilegal liquor selling by
Constable J. J. Miller of Greensburg.
He gave bail of $500.
tion cf the new
to A. Wishart & Sons of Sharon, for
$59,400. Albert Wales & Co. were
awarded the contract for brick and
stone werk. It will take ‘a year
ccmplete the building.
At a meeting of the First Presby-
terian congregation of Sharon a call
was extended to Rev. A. J.
ney. pastor of the Westfield Precsby-
terian Church of Lawrence county.
Sharon chruch has been without a
' pastor for nine months.
damages, but |
hillside, and |
in his dream. |
Wade Echard, Uniontown, president; |
later, |
To supply water for their five big |
reservoir |
hundred and fifty acres of farming |
the demand sent to R. Frediana, a |
will take up the case with the police |
letter |
was mailed, and with the New York |
Frediana is directed to take |
A gas well has been struck at Polk, |
Venango county, having a pressure of |
1,000,000 feet a day, at a depth of 500
The company owning the well |
one |
After being cout 18 hours the jury
two robbery charges, returned a ver-|
|
South Sharon Schocl Board award- |
ed the general contract for the erec- |
high scheel building |
to |
McCart- |
| DOUBLE TRAGEDY
| Shooting Follows Return From Johns
! town to Home of Dead Man's
| Mother.
John Miller, 26 vears old and single,
{ shot and killed his sweetheart, Mrs.
Rose Pier, 24 years old, and then
| committed suicide at the home of his
! mother, Mrs. Rebecca Miller, in Wal-
nut Grove, a suburb of Johnstown.
Miller and the woman had just
|, come home from town, quarreling on
| the. way. She sat down at a table
| and he picked up a shotgun and prac-
tically blew her head off, He then
shot himself, the charge carrying
| away the front part of his head. A
lover's quarrel. is the only known
reason.
Mrs. Pier, the woman killed, form-
erly lived in Pittsburg. She was the
wife of William Pier, but had separ-
ated from him. Mrs. Rebecca Miller,
it seems, was in the house when the
couple quarreled, but ran out when
the shooting bgan.
SWINDLES LAND OWNERS
“Fake” Tax Collector Operates Suc-
cessfully in Washington County.
Representing himself to be an of-
ficer of the law, an unknown person
| has been collecting taxes from prop-
{ erty owners of South Strabane town-
ship, Washington county.
The stranger went to the residence
{of Mrs. Freedom Molter of East
- dW ashington, who owns a small tract
{of land in South Strabane, and de-
manded $8.14 tax. The woman was
sure the tax had been paid, but when
he threatened attachment proceedings
she gave him what he demanded.
Later at the office of the county
commissioners she ascertained that
her tax had been paid and that no
one had been authorized to collect
from delinquent taxpayers.
New Bank Opens.
West Alexander's second banking
institution has been organized. The
promoters . are Atkinson, McCGlay &
Co. The bank will be located in the
Blayney building, with W. B. Gilmore
and Miss Mounts in charge. There
was talk of another national bank,
but it is understood that it did not
| meet the approval of the comptroller
| of the currency. It was then decided
to charter the new institution as a
state bank.
Four Italians Hanged.
Four Italians were hanged at one
time in the yard of the Lancaster
county jail, Oct. 3. They were An-
thony Delero, Stephen Cariui, Siverco
Rodelli and Jos. Celione, and the
crime for which they paid the death
penalty was the murder of a fellow
countryman, Plato Albamese, who
was killed for offering resistance
when the four attempted to rob him.
To Establish Y. M. C. A.
An effort is being made at Apollo
to establish a Young Men's Christian
Association. Mlirvsters and church
workers have appointed committees
and the town is being canvassed for
| funds. The First Presbyterian Church
| has offered its old building as head-
i quarters if sufficient money is raised
to equip it.
Charged With Slander.
W. OC. Fletcher, a lawyer of Al
toona, has been arrested and held
| for court on a charge of slander made
by Mrs. G. A. Ickes, wife of a physi-
| cian. Ten thousand dollars damages
is asked. The case originates from
assertions said to have been made by
Fletcher during a court trial, reflect-
ing on the character of Mrs. Ickes.
Returns Stolen Articles.
Conscience stricken, a thief who
two weeks ago stole $65 and valuable
papers from Sheriff Louds when the
latter was stricken with sudden ill-
| os in his office at the court house,
| at New Castle, returned the property.
The money and papers were shoved
through the letter box in Loud’s front
| door. 4
Railroad Rates Cut.
The Waynesburg and Washington
railroad, between Washington and
Waynesburg, announced that - begin-
[ning next Tuesday the passenger rate
| will be two cents a mile. This means
| the fare between Washington and
| Waynesburg will be 58 cents instead
1of: $1.
Diphtheria Epidemic in Berlin.
Berlin has a diphtheria epidemic.
Fourteen cases are reported. The
of anti-toxin was exhausted
messenger was dispatched to
Somerset. . Before he returned Miss
| Rae Buckman, daughter of George
juckman, a member of the Legisla-
| ture, died.
{ supply
land a
Old Leg Cabin to Be Preserved.
W. F. Chamberlin of Dayton, O., is
in Canonsburg to arrange for the
preservation of “The Old Log Cabin,”
which now stands on the campus of
old Jefferson College. The project is
in the hands of the Phil Gamma
Delta Fraternity.
{ The barn of Jesse P. Miller, near
| Beallsvilie, was destroyed by fire with
all- its contents, entailing a loss wot
almost $4,600. The barn wa~ filled
with the unthreshed grain crop of
Charles Arnold, who rents the farm.
Foreigners to Be Disarmed.
An order to disarm foreigners
Butler and vieinity has been given
hy Chief of Police Joe Angert. Every
man found with a revolver or stiletto
| will be arrested and held for Crim-
inal Court. There are nearly 8,600
i aliens in Butler and its suburbs, near-
i ly ail of whom carry guns;
in
Organize Coke Company.
| The New Haven Coal & Coke Co.
i capitalized at $125,000, has been or
| ganized at Uniontown, with J. G.
| Harris, president; T. J. King, secre-
| tary and treasurer.
HAD A YELL COMING TO HIM.
Georgia Convict, After Long Term,
Had Not Forgotten How to ‘““Root.”
The visit of C. Griffith and his New
York American leaguers to the federal
prison at Atlanta on the occasion of
their southern practice trip this spring
furnished a telling illustration of the
intensity of the American interest in
baseball. I was among the newspa-
per correspondents that accompanied
the party, and all through the corri-
dors and workshops we marked the
yearning with which the prisoners”
eyes. followed the leaguers, some of
them moving their lips as they tagged
off the various diamond heroes filing
by—Griffith, Chesbro, Elberfeld, and
Jim McGuire. Dr. Nye, the Bertillon
expert of the prison, explained that
though conversation is forbidden and
newspapers are excluded, the prison-
ers in some mysterious way manage
to learn the baseball scores each day
and even become familiar with the
names and achievements of renowned
players.
As we were passing through the
barber shop, an employe made such
excited gestures with a razor that Dr.
Nye stopped and whispered: “That
fellow has been in prison 26 years and
his time expires at noon tomogrow.”
Then, struck by a sudden idea, he sug-
gested to Griffith that if he wanted
one stanch rooter at the next day's
game he should write out a pass for
the ex-murderer, forger and counter-
feiter.
Griffith, of course, made out the
pass, and we locked for the released
convict with some eagerness. There
‘was no difficulty in noting his arrival.
He came from the top row of the grand
stand to a seat back of the visiting-
bench in three bounds, emitting yells.
of peculiar ferocity, and immediately
began a vicious roast of the New York
team: *“Rubes!” ‘Lobsters!” “Yer
can’t put ’em over!” “Back to Hack-
ensack!” “They bought the empire!”
“Run, you ice wagon!’ He hal every
classic anethama, ancient and modern,
at tongue’s tip, and he so rattled New
York's: pitching tyro: that tke big
leaguers were defeated.
“You're a fine sort of a fan, you
are,’ jeered Griffith bitterly after the
game. ‘Had my way, you'd get ten
years more.”
Excepting for the loss of his voice,
the ex-convict appeared to be rejuven-
ated as he sat there red-cheeked,
throbbing with life, grinning happily.
Not until Dr. Nve explained did he
appreciate his blunder. ‘Cap'n,’ he
apologized in a wheezy whisper, “take
my oath; I never even knowed who
was playin’. Yes, sir,” Le asserted
earnestly, ‘‘that’s gospel. What 1 let
go’—he tapped his chest—"has been
inside: a’ me 26 years, an’ it had t’
come out.” Dr. Nye nodded at the
somewhat appeased Griffith with un-
derstanding sympathy: “It was either
this or a spree for him, and the ball
game’'ll do him more gced.”—Alen
Sangree, in Everybody's.
London Breakfast Parties,
The old custom of giving breakfast
parties is being revived, and although
“every one’ in the ‘social world is
supposed to be at Cowes, clse-
where in the country, there has heen
quite a’ burst of matutinal entertain-
ing.
The king revived the fashion of our
grandfathers by giving a series of in-
formal breakfast parties in the early
part of this season. This lead has
been followed in some quarters. The
invitations are for 10 a. m., and the
number of guests is generally Timited
to half a dozen, or eight at the most.
Bacon is avoided, and the menu con-
gists of various kinds of egg dishes,
tea, coffee, mineral waters, and occa-
sionally lager beer, fish and fruit
London is never empty, ¢ven
cially” speaking, in August,
fashionable restaurants can
and probably many people
surprised to learn that numerous
members of ‘smart’ London clubs
take a morning dip in the Serpentine,
in very democratic company, before
attending these informal parties.
The custem of giving - breakfasts
still survives at Oxford and Cam-
bridge, but at the latter university the
old custom of beer drinking in the
®horning is gradually dying out.
The dons, however, still give clab-
orate breakfast parties to honored un-
dergraduates, and at ail the public
schools the ‘breakfast party’ given
by masters of houses still retains its
importance.—The Londen Express.
or
“s0-
as: the
testify,
would be
Photographing the Mirage.
The photograph represented a palm
grove, a lake and a caravan of laden
camels and white-robed Arabs, mov-
ing in stately wise across the pale
desert.
“Phat is a picture of a mirage or
fata morgana,” said the traveler. “I
took it in the Sahara, not far from
Timbuctoo. There was really nothing
there but sand, wastes on wastes of
sand; but my dazed saw that
mirage and my camera saw it, too.
“This is the only mirage picture I
have ever got. I have tried in Cey-
Jon, in ‘Egypt and in Morocco to pho-
tograph - various mirages, but always
in vain. There are scarcely s<ix mir-
age photos in existence.”—Minneano-
lis Journal.
eves
A Record Breaker.
The Magistrate lcoked scve
the chauffeur.
“That makes two people you've
killed in my jurisdiction,” he said.
“Besides - five crippled.” suggested
the chauffeur. “Why, that's a peach
of a machine. They just can’t get
away from it.”
“What did you say the make was?”
inquired the Magistrate, who liked an
occasional spin himself.”—Los Angeles
Herald.
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