THE CiriZHN, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 22, 1010,
SELECT GOLLINGS
Curious Human Nature.
Paris was treated to n curious In
stnuce .of Inconsistent liuinnn nature
the other day. Tho Incident occurred
at tho end of a trial for attempted
murder. Marcel Itochols, a former ser
geant, was tried on a charge of firing
his revolver at Gnrmnluc Ilubcrt and
wounding her In the head. lie de
clared thnt for a long time be had
been endeavoring without success to
win the affections of Mile. Ilubcrt,
whom ho loved more than life. When
one day ho saw her on the arm of a
rival he resolved to shoot her and then
commit suicide. lie was arrested be
fore he could complete his purpose.
The unhappy suitor was sentenced to
eight months' imprisonment and was
leaving the dock when Mile. Ilubcrt
rushed forward. With clasped hands
she Implored the maglstrato to pardon
Marcel. She said that she had never
cared for the man before, but from tho
moment that ho bad shot her she had
fallen hopelessly In love with him and
was ready to marry him at once. The
girl's appeal was granted, and tho lov
ers left the court arm in arm.
No Boulevards In Washington.
Washington 13 to bo congratulated
on having no "boulevard." In every
city where this word is used for a
thoroughfare it has caused trouble.
Riverside drive, New York, sounds
much better than Riverside boulevard.
Tierce Mill road Is more attractive
and moro euphonious than Pierce Mill
boulevard would be. Chicago has de
cided to follow tho advice of tho Mu
nicipal Art league and will urge tho
park commissioners to use the words
"drive," "road" and "way" In place of
tho high bred French-German term.
Tho word, while of French use, Is of
German extraction, a corruption of
"bollwerk," meaning bulwark or ram
part, a boulevard In reality being a
drive laid out on the site of an aban
doned fortification. It does not belong
to America, being a survival of the age
of feudalism. It has no place In Amer
ica. Washington Herald.
A Hole In tho Sky.
Professor E. E. Barnard, in discuss
ing the remarkable dark lanes seen in
his photographs of the nebula sur
rounding the star Rho OphiuchI and
the apparent veiling of the more dis
tant stars by this and a neighboring
nebula, calls attention to "a small black
hole In the sky" whlich has appeared
on a number of his photographs for
the past fifteen years. On account of
Its smallness and sharpness and its
isolation It Is, he says, the most re
markable phenomenon of the kind with
which be is acquainted. It is In the
constellation Sagittarius, In right as
cension 18 hours 25 minutes 31 sec
onds, declination south 20 degrees 0
minutes. It lies, says Professor Bar
nard, "In an ordinary part of the
Milky way and Is not due to the pres
ence or absence of stars, but seems
really to be a marking on the sky It
self." Raising the Hat.
The formation of a league in Berlin
to substitute a military salute for the
practice of raising tho hat has proba
bly been brought about by tho spread
of the all Invading cap. There was a
time when hat raising was a line art.
Louis XVIII. once boasted that he was
tho only man in his dominions who
knew how to put on a hat and to take
it off again in the correct eighteenth
century style. "And It is true," adds
Talleyrand, who records the boast,
"that the king took a great deal of
pains over the process." But can we
imagine Louis taking tho same pains
over raising a cap? Brummcll nnd
D'Orsay rolled into one could hardly
do that gracefully. London Chronicle.
What Bismarck Would Havo Done.
Colonel Gadkc, the military critic of
the Berliner Tageblatt, has been dis
cussing the possibilities of a German
Invasion of England and of an English
invasion of Germapy. Tho English
Invasion, he thinks, might be effected
In certain conjunctures of tho powers.
Including tho hypothesis that an Eng
lish army supported by Danish troops
"could march against tho Kaiser Wll
helm canal from a base in Denmark."
But Bismarck himself had no such ap
prehension. When once nsked what
bo would do If nn nrmy of 100,000
British troops were to laud In Schles-wig-IIolstelu
he grimly replied: "Do?
I should havo them nil arrested by tho
police."
Green Snow.
The familiar red snow of Alpine nnd
arctic regions is well kuowu to be due
to the growth lu It of a minute ouo
celled species of alga. In n bulletin
of the Botanical Society of Geneva R.
Chodat describes a now species of alga
which grows in snow and colors It
green. Tho specimen was collected by
Vlret in a depression between tho Ai
guilles du Chardonuet and the Grands
Mulets, nt tho edge of tho Argenticro
glacier. Tho patch of green snow was
some thirty-seven yards long by threo
broad, tho color being a dirty green.
Tho new species has been named Ra
phidlum viretl, after its discoverer.
Mark Twain.
It Is a tribute to Mark Twain's ori
ginality and spontaneity that ho has
never had an imitator. During a ca
reer reaching back almost to tho sec
ond series of "BIglow Papers" ho has
held tho primacy as master of both
gentle and ironic wit. Other humorists
havo como nnd gone, but ho has re
mained a standard, national and, with
all his flavor of tho soil, unprovinclal.
no was in his way as truly American
as Abraham Lincoln.
The
Scrap Book
Caught Him Both Wayi.
While Cliiiuncey Olcott was chatting
with a frleud on Broadway, New York,
one day a young tnnn whom he hud
noticed lu conversation with two oth
er men in front of a theater left his
companions and, crossing the street,
said:
"I beg your pardon, but aro you
Chauncey Olcott?"
"No," responded the comedian; "I'm
his brother."
"Then I loso my bet," exclaimed the
stranger, darting In front of a car and
rejoining his companions.
Mr. Olcott saw him hand one of the
men a bill, and, not wishing the stran
ger to loso his money, he started in
pursuit to explain. But there was a
rush of traffic nt that moment nnd ho
lost sight of them.
An hour or so later Mr. Olcott was
walking up Broadway when the same
young mau approached him with an
other man.
"Aro you Chauncey Olcott?" asked
the man.
"Yes. I am, and 1 want to say that
when I told vou a llttlo while nco I
'was not I didn't know you had a bet
on it."
"Well, I'll bo blowcd!" exclaimed
the stranger as ho turned disgustedly
away. "That's two hots I've lost on
you this afternoon. I just bet Jim
here a five spot that you weren't
Chauncey Olcott, and I thought I hud
a cinch."
Anticipation.
It Is a mystery of tho unknown
That fascinates us. Wo'nro children still.
Wayward nnd wistful. With one hand wi
cling
To tho familiar things wo call our own
And with tho other, resolute of will,
Gropo In the dark for what tho day will
ring.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
Honesty.
I was sitting nt my desk when black
Sam, who sometimes waits on me nt
my restaurant, entered my ofllce.
"What can I do for you, Sara?" I
asked.
"Ah got a chance to change mah sit
uation. Mlsseh Clank," he said. "Yo"
kin seh a good wu'd fo me, cain't
yo tell 'em Ah'm hones' 'n slch?"
"Of course," I hesitated, "you're a
good waiter, Sam, but I don't know
anything specially about your hon
esty." "Well, tell em flat an say yo' thinks
Ah'm hones'. Dat'll be enough."
So I promised I would.
"Thank yo, thank yo', Mlsseh
Clahk," he said, with a deep bow.
"When yo' come over tomorrow sit at
mah table, 'n' Ah'll give yo' a sho't
check." Success Magazine.
The Break In the Fog.
There had been half a dozen stories
of thick fogs, but Captain Mansfield
had waited his turn with patience. It
came at last, and tho other captains
turned their weather beaten faces to
ward him with an expression of cheer
ful credulity.
"Twas told mo of a house setting
pretty nigh tho shore along halfway
down tho coast o' Maine," said Cap
tain Mansfield. "I could show you the
house If It enmo right. It has a curi
ous lopsided portico on It, and one day
I asked the man that lives there why
it happened to be built that queer
shape.
" 'Well,' says he, 'the talk Is that the
man who lived here first had a cousin
that was an architect up Boston way.
and ono time the feller was down here
in a terrible foggy spell, and ho was
figuring out to his cousin how he could
build a little portico of such and such
dimensions, mensurlng out Into the fog
with his rule, and so on.
""Twas in tho lato afternoon. He
went off next day by train. Tho fog
still held, and along In tho morning
the man that lived hero happened to
notice that the marks of tho rule out
into the fog wero still plain, so as he
couldn't go a-Dshiug he took soma
lumber nnd built the foundations ot
this portico. That queer Jog that
makes it lopsided is where the wlud
boro In on tho fog, they say, and bent
the rulo marks in.' "
Extra Good Care.
Somo years ago tho captain of ono
of his British mnjesty's ships while in
quarantine at Auckland, New Zealand,
owing to ono slight case of fever, re
celved some valuable carrier pigeons.
Ho gave his colored sorvant strict or
ders to tako great caro of them. A
few days afterward tho captain, wish
ing to make use of tho birds, inquired
of his servant if ho had taken caro of
them. "Ob, yes," replied he, "mo hab
taken berry great caro of dem. Dey
no fly away 'causo I hab clipped dero
wings!"
Friends In Both Places.
Mark Twain, tho humorist, had
friends In Philadelphia, and ono o
them, a woman who was his hostess
at a dinner on his last visit to that
city, tells tho following story:
'Wo wero talking about tho future
lifo and the various kinds of reward
nnd-punishment that might bo expect
ed in tho next world," sho said, "and
Mr. Clemens took no part in tho dis
cussion. After a few moments of con
versation on tho part of all tho other
guests and complete sllenco from tho
humorist tho woman sitting noxt to
him turned to him and said:
'"Well, Mr. Clemens, aren't you go
ing to tell us what you think about
future punishment and reward?'
'"I must ask you to excuso me,
madam,' ho replied. 'You seo, I have
friends In both places.' "
A FIRST PROPOSAL
The Way She Was Comforted
After It Was Over.
By KEITH GORDON.
It wos tho softest of spring days,
and Mowbray nnd Miss Fnrrar strolled
through tho greenery of tho park with
tho languid abstraction born of the
first warm weather and a friendship
of several years standing. Though
their eyes drank In the beauty of tho
scene about them tho great stretches
of greensward, tho trees and bushes
that wero bursting Into tho tender
green of tho season as into a sort of
silent song neither of them was think,
lng of It.
Miss Fnrrar, indeed, was living over
other days Inevitably brought back by
tho warm breeze nnd tho smell of
growing things other springtimes
when life meant only tho beautiful
possibility of love. And Mowbray was
thinking of her and wondering If by
any chanco It would bo worth while to
tell hcr, for In splto of her unquestion
able attractiveness he could not help
feeling that ho would And It hard to
look into those calm, clear eyes and
talk of love. Yet ho was neither cow
ardly uor inexperienced. Ho simply
had a natural shrinking from being
regarded with suppressed amusement
by tho woman ho loved. And in her
apparent immunity from such emo
tions thnt was what ho feared. She
would In all probability only laugh hef
light, frank laugh and say, "Nonsense,
Clark; don't bo silly!"
He sent a speculative glanco toward
her as she walked beside him looking
off Into the distance with tho preoccu
pied air of a woman whose whole mind
was given to somo engrossing nnd per
iilstent thought.
"Let us sit for nwhlle," sho proposed
is they reached tho top of a knoll
(vhcre, under n solitary tree, a bench in
vited relaxation. Suiting the action to
tho word, sho seated herself comforta
bly with her elbows placed defiantly
on the back of tho bench, an attitude
peculiar to her aggressive moods and
ono which Mowbray had learned to
recognize as premonitory of nn inten
tion to talk things out to a finish. Ho
wondered what it would be this time,
for he had long since dropped into his
role of mentor.
He waited patiently with eyes that
roved carelessly over tho mansions on
tho far side of Fifth avenue, which in
turn sent back a well bred stare, know
ing that her feelings would soon reach
the point of overflow. At last she
broke the silence.
"Do I look to you like a person se
lected by fate to be distinguished
among women disagreeably distin
guished, I mean?" she demanded, turn
ing toward him with a directness which
challenged a truthful answer. He re
garded her In a manner intended to
convey that ho was making nn expert
examination.
"No," he admitted, "I can't say that
you do that Is" Ho stopped rather
vaguely.
"Oh, now don't try to soften the
truth," she interrupted quickly. "I'm
after facts, and I am not going to lay
anything you may say up against you."
"I haven't tho least Idea what it Is
about, but I am glad that there is go
ing to bo no animosity," Mowbray ob
served politely. Then he settled him
self to listen. It was one of his vir
tues that he never missed his cue.
Her next words camo out rather ab
ruptly. "I'm not especially plain, do you
think?"
Her tono was deprecating, but she
turned her face toward him in a man
ner as impersonal as if sho wero call
ing his attention to tho landscape.
Then sho continued impartially:
"That is, I supposo I would be classed
as 'fair to middling.' "
Ho nodded assent, with a gleam of
mischief in his eye.
"To tell you tho truth" her tono had
dropped Into tho personal, confidential
key "I'm not nt all conceited about
my looks, but I've nlways flattered my
self that I am rather interesting."
Tbo statement ended with a rising
Inflection which mado It a question,
and It was evident that sho was await
ing his decision with somo anxiety.
"Rather Interesting, I think wo may
say," he agreed suavely.
"And I'm sure I'm affectionate and
fairly good tempered and and"
Mowbray encouraged her by a nod
"and domestic."
"I shall havo to tako your word for
that."
"Well, 1 am domestic. I know I am!
So -I waut you to explain to mo" her
voice was growing tumultuous "but
first promise on your honor that you'll
novcr tell how It Is that I've reached
tho ago of thlrty-threo without ever
having had n proposal."
Mowbray throw himself back and
roared, whlio her arms camo down off
tho bench and sho dropped her faco
upon her hands ami sat looking at him
with tho puzzled air of n pupil at tho
feet of a master.
"When you've dono laughing," sho
began with dignity.
"Pardon, dear, a thousand pardons!"
Ho had never called her that before,
nnd there was something in his voice
which bespoko a new hopo and confl
dence, but sho was too engrossed in
her pursuit of self knowledge to no
tlce.
"I forgot to say that I'm sensible.
Men always llko that, you know. Any
way, thoy pretend to."
Sho finished in a way that suggested
that sho had her doubt of their sincer
ity. With a mighty effort her compan
ion swallowed his mirth and prepared
to faco tho situation with her.
"Is It beceuso you haven't want?
any ono to nsk you?" I.o inquired dip
lomatically.
"No, Indeed 1"
"And' no man hns ever told you that
bo loved you?" he murmured In a
thoughtful tone. "Strangel"
"Well-now I didn't say Just that,
you know I"
Thero was a faint suspicion of a
blush on Miss Fnrrar's rviooth cheeks,
but her glanco met Mowbray's with
Its usual unswerving honesty.
"Men have told me that they loved
mo several of theml But that's not
n proposal, you know, any moro than
It's a purchase when I say that I adore
a string of pearls at Tiffany's!"
"A-n-hl"
Tho ejaculation was full of enlight
enment. Mowbray was beginning at
last to understand things that had al
ways puzzled him, as his next ques
tion showed.
"Would it ho Impertinent to nsk how
you havo received these declarations?"
"Why, I Just listened. You sec, It's
embarrassing. It makes ono feel so
terribly conscious."
"What about tho man?" Mowbray
asked quietly. "Doesn't It occur to
you that perhaps ho might need a llt
tlo encouragement that perhaps ho
might bo a trifle conscious too?"
For a moment thero was sllenco be
tween them. Tho point of view was
utterly new to Miss Farrar, and she
was obviously impressed by It.
"I never thought of that," sho ad
mitted slowly. "I thought that sort
of thing wns so in a man's lino his
metier." Sho laughed a bit ruefully.
A squirrel darted swiftly across tho
grass and, turning its head jauntily to
ono side, fixed a bright, inquiring eye
upon them. Then, with a saucy wave
of its tall, it scurried away.
"I havo It," said Mowbray, "I havo
ft.I Learn from tho squirrel! Light
ness, airiness, coqucttlshncssl Don't
you seo what I mean?" And ho looked
at her teasingly.
But sho wns not to bo diverted. "I
am serious." sho assured him. "There's
always a reason for everything, and
there must be a reason for this.
There's Alice Nixon. She's not so
awfully pretty. I heard her say that
she had had nineteen proposals I" Miss
Farrar's voice was touched with awe.
Then a skeptical thought seized her.
"Still she's from tho south," sho add
ed, and her tone Implied thnt an allow
ance should be made for tbo fact.
Mowbray bit his Up.
"Then there's her sister Just an or
dinarily nice girl follows with fifteen.
Marlon Plerco owns up to a dozen, and
Beth Garrett dear, homely Beth ac
knowledges six! I asked her because
I specially wanted to find out. Per
haps you can Imagine how queer It
makes mo feel."
"What do you say upon such occa
sions?" demnnded Mowbray, watching
tho squirrel that was again eying them
from a distance.
Thero was a palpable pause before
Miss Farrar replied. But at last her
straightforwardness prevailed.
"Sometimes I shake my bead and
look rather shocked. Then they think
that I disapprove of such conversa
tionsthink I'm noble, you know! At
other times I laugh and say, 'I havo
never had one!' in a tone which Implies
just the reverse."
She finished this confession nnd look
ed at Mowbray out of tho corner of her
eyes in a way that drove tho last ves
tige of fear out of his mind. This naivo
woman, tho person whoso dignity and
coldness he bad stood aloof from in
ubsoluto embarrassment for so long!
Ho could have laughed at tho absurd
ity of it. Why had sbo never shown
him her real self before?
"I think I shall propose to you," ho
remarked deliberately.
For a second she looked surprised,
and then her eyes danced.
"Let it bo in your best stylo," sho
pleaded. "Remember, it's my first, and
I fear it may be my last too!"
Ho leaned toward her and looked
straight into her eyes.
"It will bo your last undoubtedly!"
nis voice was low and tense. For a
long moment ho looked at her looked
In n way that first mado her small ears
burn and then troubled her clear gaze,
which wavered and fell.
"I lovo you, dear," ho said simply,
"and I think you know tho rest. Tell
mo that you do."
Her cheeks wero hot and her Hps
trembled. A strong hand reached out
and took hers in n masterful way, and
sho knew that something which sho
had novcr even dreamed was true.
"But I asked, yon!" sho moaned when
at last sho recovered something of her
wonted serenity. "I positively nsked
you!"
"You encouraged mo," ho corrected,
"and thafs what thoy usually do, only
your method was brutally direct."
It was when sho began to flush again
that bo aded, "I shall always havo
something to tcaso you about, dearest."
And tho squirrel, which had been
watching them in the lingering hopo
that they might possibly havo brought
him nuts, liko sensible people, gavo up
in disgust and- scurried away.
Books In the Middle Ages.
When in tho middle ages an author
at any European university desired to
publish his thoughts his book was
read over twlco In tho presence of tho
authorities and If approved might bo
copied and exposed for snle, a practice
in which tho germs for stato licensing
may bo readily distinguished. It was
evidently necessary, however, to keep
a strict watcli over tho persons em
ployed In this business, nnd tho stat
utes of tho University of Paris show
that tho booksellers wero subjected t
a very sovcro discipline. They wero
obliged to keep a list of tho books
they sold and to exhibit their salo of
charges, and thoy wero forbidden to
purchaso any manuscript till It bad
been duly approved by tho authorities
nnd publicly exposed to view for fout
days.
The Young Men's Fancy.
O summer girl, sweet summer girl,
We're watching now for you I
We're watting for you to arrive,
Tou and your peekaboo.
The winter girl Is very sweet,
And she has many charms,
But now tho summer girl we want
To greet with open arms.
O summer girl, sweet summer girl,
Come early as you can
And be, as you havo always been,
A blessed boon to man I
We'll lavish on you all our love,
As we havo dono befotv,
And we'll agrco to bow tho knea
And worship and adore.
Somerville Journal.
Courtesy.
I deemed it of good augury that the
man to whom I presented the bill wns
courtesy Itself.
"Surely," quoth I, "you will not let
mo go away under tho Impression that
courtesy doesn't pay?"
Ho started, as though such general
aspects of the business had not much
engaged his attention. Puck.
A Born Fishorman.
Too tired to work,
Too tired to walk,
Too tired to read.
Too tired to talk,
Too tired to cat.
Too tired to drink,
Too tired to write,
Too tired to think,
Too tired to ride,
Too tired to row,
Too tired to stay,
Too tired to go,
Too tired to want.
Too tired to wish,
But not too tired
To sit and fish!
-Joo Cone.
Had to Quit.
Returned Traveler What has be
como of the Munlclal-State-Natlonal-Internntlon
Reform club?
Resident It has disbanded.
"What happened V
"The president, treasurer, secretary
and board of directors eloped with the
funds." New York Weekly.
Wise Father.
Father has to wear his whiskers Just as
mother tells him to.
Father ca.t buy clothes whllo mother
thinks his last year's suit will do.
Not till ma consents can father have a
necktie that Is new.
Mother never thinks of asking father how
to wear her hair.
She gets dresses when sho wants them
and decides what kind to wear.
Dad Is wlso and knows it wouldn't do him
any good to care.
Chicago Record-Herald.
The Men Don't Deserve it.
"I defy any one to name a field of
endeavor In which men do not receive
more consideration than women!" ex
claimed the orator at a suffragette
meeting.
"The chorus," murmured some irre
sponsible person. Llpplncott's.
.
Too Brisky.
A young wife concocted a biscuit.
Her husband, too fearful to rlscult.
Smashed a beautiful vase
Which stood near the place
Where he slyly attempted to whlscult.
Boston Transcript.
Tho Hind You Have Always
in use for over 30 years,
and
7 , Bonal supervision sinco Its Infancy.
f-CCcCriWi Allrvtviin nnn fnilnrnlvn vnn In tills- '
All Counterfeits, Imitations and "Just-as-good" aro hut
Experiments that trillo with and endanger tho health of
Infants nnd Children Expericnco against Experiment. 1
What is CASTOR I A
Castorla is n harmless substitute for Castor Oil, Pare
goric, Drops and Soothing Syrups. It is Pleasant. It
contains neither Opium, Morphlno nor other Narcotic
substance. Its ngo is its guarantee It destroys "Worms
nnd nllays Fovcrishncss. It cures Diarrhoea and Wind.
Colic. It relieves Teething Troubles, cures Constipation
and Flatulency. It assimilates tho Food, regulates tho
Stomach nnd Bowels, giving healthy and natural sleep.
Tho Children's Panacea Tho Mother's Friend.
GENUINE CASTOR I A ALWAYS
Bears tho
The KM You Haye Always Bought
In Use For Over 30 Years.
TMt CENTAUR COMPANY, TT MURRAY CTRCCT NIW VORR CITYt
In a Minority.
In 1747 John Brown was invited to
become the pastor ot a church at
Hlngham. There was but one opponent
to his settlement, a man whom Mr.
Brown won over by a stroke of good
humor. He asked for tho grounds of
his opposition.
"I llko you and your manner," was
the reply, "hut your preaching, sir, I
disapprove."
"Then," said Mr. Brown, "we aro
agreed. I do not like my proachtng
very well myself, but how groat a fol
ly It Is for you and me to set up our
opinion against that of the whole par
ish." The force of this reasoning appeal
ed to the man, and he at once with
drew his objections. Cleveland Loader.
Separation of the Sexes.
The separation of the 3exes secma
to have been formerly by no means an
uncommon practice In the Church ot
England. In fact, Edward VI.'s pray
erbook specially mentions that at tho
communion service "the men shall
tarry on ono side and tho women on
tho other." Tho papers of a church
In Westmoreland Include elaborate
directions for the division of the sexes
at Its services. All wedded men wero
to ho placed first heforo any of tho
young men, and all young wives were
to "forbear and come not at their
mother-! n-law's forms" this was pre-
8umably before the days of the pow
"as long as their mother-in-law lives."
New English Submarine.
A seven foot sink-or-swlm subma
rine showed good form at a prelimin
ary trial In an English swimming
bath. Its propeller shaft can be shift
ed to right or left, thus steering tho
boat t port or starboard. On each
Bide Is a fin, a curved flexible sheet of
alloy. No rubber Is needed, as tho
fins and propeller take Its place. By
working the fins like a large fish the
boat coes down deep or comes up to
the s rface. The boat Is run by elec
tric r otors and storage batteries.
Dialogue.
"T -acher, - does cocoanuts really
grow on trees?"
"Why, of course, Jacob," was tho
answer. "Where did you think they
grew ?"
"Why," said he gravely, "I thought
the monkeys laid 'em." London-'
Globe. '
Conundrums.
What is the center of gravity? The
letter V.
Why ought meat to be on'y half
cooked? Because what's done can
cot be helped.
Why is a school boy being flogged
like your eye? Because he's a pupil
under the lash.
Born at the same time as the
world, destined to .;ve as 'ing as tho
world, and yet never five weeks old?
The moon.
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