Wyoming has solved the Wenry
Wlllto problem by discovering a nat
ural loap deposit within Its borders.
The supremacy of American manu
factures Is now shown by the fact thnt
golf clubs nre being exported to Scot
land. A Tcrls paper speaks of "the Yan
kee peril." Another name for It Is
"commercial push." It would be loss
piri:oua to other nations If they had
more of It.
The attorney-general of Vlnssnchu
setts has rendered a decision In rela
tion to the constitutionality of the
bills nuthnrizlng street railways to
carry merchandise In small packages.
He finds that the bills are constitu
tional. An Ohio man who Is to Inherit $2,
600,000 finds among tho conditions that
he must marry "some good woman."
The testator's Idea, presumably, of a
balance-wheel 'against sudden wealth.
But who was It said "Frugality Is a
bachelor?"
How are the mighty fallen In Inter
est. A little less than nineteen years
ago the papers gave columns to ArabI
Pacha. Today three lines are enough
In which to announce his "repatria
tion" after eighteen years of exile In
British keeping In Ceylon.
A French philosopher claims to have
Jlscoverod that the Anglo-Saxon race
Is dying out because the women would
rather practice law, lecture or play
golf than to raise children. The theory
Is Interesting, and would have been
Important but for the fact that the
race Is not dying out.
A lovelorn Maryland pair, escaping
from the usual Irate parent, showed a
directness that augurs well for success
In life. Fearing they might be over
taken, they stopped a clergyman on
the street corner, the clergyman Im
pressed the first pedestrian as a wit
ness, the four backed against a build
ing, and before a gathering and ap
preciative crowd the knot was tied.
We owe It to France that the can
non Is now added to the spear and
sword as capable of useful conversion
to the purpose of the agriculturist, re,
marks the San Francisco Call. In that
country the furious charge of hail
stones, threatening In tr.b vineyards,
bos been turned by a vigorous can
nonadlng. Having conquered Jack
Frost In the form of hall. French in
genuity has turned upon him in his
more subtle form, and th destructive
white and black frosts are rendered
powerless to do harm by firing can,
non over their vlnoyards. orchards and
fields until they are thickly covered
with the powder smoke cf battle.
The wealth of the United States Is
computed every 10 years from the
census returns. The total wealth In
1850 was put at $7,135,71(0,228, or $338
per capita, and In 1S70 at $30,008,518
607, or $780 per capita. This amount
rose In 1S80 to $43,642,000,000, or $870
per capita, and again lit 1890 to $U5
037,091,197, or $1030 pr capita. Ex
pert statisticians estimate that the
amount for 1900 will be at least $30,'
000,000,000, or nearly $1200 per capita,
When It Is considered that the latter
amount represents accumulated sav
Ings of $6000, or nearly four times the
average of 1850, for every family of
flvo persons, It Is evident that the
world Is growing rich at an astonish
lng rate under the operation of ma
chine production, states C A. Conant,
In the World's Work.
An article in a recent Issue of the
American Kitchen Magazine la on the
education of children In the use of
money. A paragraph In it relates to
the guardianship by the parents of the
money children accumulate in their
toy bunks. It was found from answers
to questions sent out to children In the
matter, that almost no child could pre
serve his bnnlc money from the family
use. It was constantly borrowed, at
first paid back scrupulously, then in
urns short of the original loan, finally
not at all, and the bank was abandoned
' for a time, to bo started Again with a
repetition of the experience. Other
children reported also on the manner
In which promises of money payment
were kept by their elders. Various
tasks were set them for which' small
sums of money were t be paid, but
when the weed-digging, stone-picking,
or what not was performed, payment
was forgotten or reduced, or a first
Installment given, and the matter
dropped. The writer did not draw the
Inference, but one wonders If this atti
tude, duplicate In very many families,
of parents toward children's savings or
earnings, will not perhaps account for
the Inherent dislike which the average
person baa to business relations with
latlve.
THE PHANTOM PINTO.
An Hdrtniur with thi Ohoitly Guardian cf an Enchanted Canon.
by nornnox
"We'd Jest ns well throw up our
hands, pardner, nn' take tu' back track
fer Tucson; I've led yuh on er rain
bow chate, l reckon.
It was Lew, my partner, who said
this, as we gazed gloomily down the
hill upon which we were stundlng. Lew
Was a child of the desert. Innocent of
book-learning and the ways of civilized
man, but a crack shot with a rifle and
revolver, and a skillful prospector;
he was blue-eyod, tow-headed, and the
sun and wind of the desert had given
his face the color of leather. I took
him to be about 25 years of age. Our
acquaintance began In Tucson. I wns
going along the mnln street one day,
when he stopped me to ask for the
loan of the price of a meal; he wns
broke and hungry, he added. His was
not the whining plea of the beggar,
but the manly request for momentary
aid of the self-reliant frontiersman
who expects to return the favor at
some future time, and so I gave him a
dollar, although I had never seen him
before.
Later In the day he hunted me up to
tell me of a valley a few hundred miles
away, where placer gold was to be
found, and ended by proposing thnt
we go prospecting In partnership, I to
buy the supplies and outfit, and he to
lead the way to the valley. I agreed
and we set out the next morning, our
effects packed on the back of the
"blamedest, klckln'est" mule, as Lew
described him. that I have ever Known.
For two weeks we tramped across the
blistering deserts of Arizona, and at
last arrived where we could see down
Into the valley, but only to find It the
ghost of a gold field; It had been
worked by somebody else. Along the
dry bed of a little creek that marked
the valley's centre were a thousand
holes and trenches, and as many heaps
of sand, which told us that we had
come too late; In the blaze of the set
ting sun the place looked utterly deso
late, which but added to our gloom ana
disappointment.
"I'm mighty sorry," Lew went on.
but yuh c'n see't I didn't lie 'bout It.
I reckon. " 'Taint no use ter beet over
milk we ain't never had ter spill,
though, an' we'd better start back"
Ha broke off and was silent a few
moments, then brought his hand down
on his thlph. with a hearty slap.
"Pardner, have yuh got th' nerve ter
give Ghost canon er try?' he ex
claimed. "There's gold there, an lots
of it, they say; I've got th' grit ter
tackle it if yuh have. What d yuh
say?"
"I'm willing," I replied; "better go
there than empty-handed back to Tuc
son."
Lew seemed surprised, and silently
looked ms over a few moments. "Ever
hear o' Ghost canon before, pardner?"
he asked finally.
"No." I said; "but that cuts no fig
ure, I'll take your word for it that
there's a chance to find gold there.
"Maybe yuh've heard of it by Its
Mexican name, Canon Encantada'?
Lew persisted, his voice sinking almost
to a whisper.
"No. I think not." I replied. "But
why do you ask?"
"W'y, 'twas there 't th' Morris party
was wiped out by 'Paches, three years
ago: yuh've heard o' that klllin', I
reckon," he answered. He referred to
the murder of Tom Morris and four
companions by Apache Indians.
"Oh, yes, I've heard of It, but I
dldn'i know Just where the killing
took place," 1 said. "Are you afraid
some of the Indians are still there?
"No, that ain't what bluffs me," he
replied; "it s th' pinto pony th can
on's haunted.
"Haunted," I exclaimed derisively,
"Well, if we find gold in the canon
we'll rout the ghost out, eh?" What
about the pinto pony?"
Lew slowly shook his head. "Th'
plnto's Jest where th' ghost comes in
he's th' ghost." he said seriously.
I looked Lew In the face and laughed
heartily.
"Lough If yuh want," he said, sol
emnly, "but It's straight good I'm giv.
In' yuh. Ain't uever been er man ns
went in that canon an' come out again,
excen' Jest one, er greaser, an' it
ninmh Wneri him: ever since then he's
done nothtn' but mouth an' rooutb
'bout th' pinto pony what don't leave
no trail. I'd rather be dead than crazy
like that. I seen th' pinto myself
once, but I didn't have th' nerve ter
toiler '1m In th' canon."
"Then how Is It that you want to go
now?" I asked.
He grinned sheepishly, and his face
I flushed in cpite of Its tan. "I m I ra
kinder figgeriu' on gittin' married
soon's I git er Btake ahead," he etam
mured. "Th' Utile girl's said she'd
have me; she lives up in Prescott."
"Ho! So that's the way the wind
sets!" 1 laughed, "Well, If you are
ready to brave the ghost for the little
girl's sake, I'm ready to do it tor the
gold."
"Then It's er go!" Lew Bald, reaching
Out und shaking my hand. And that
was how we came to decide to go pros
pecting In Ghott canon.
' We camped where we were that
night and started for the canon early
the next morning, following a broad
valley lying between two rangos of
mountains. It' was after nightfall
when we arrived In the neighborhood
of our destination; all day the moun
tains had oome nearer to us with every
step, and were now towering above us
close at band on either side, their
rocky sides and pinnacles gleaming
white and ghostly In the bright moon
light. Except our own, there was not
a movement or sound to break tbt
1
r
wu.aox.
death-like stillness of the desert. As
we neared the scene of the mnssncre
of the Morris party, a creepy sensation
went up my spine, nnd I shivered In
spite of myself nt sight of the rough
stones, each bearing In rudely chis
eled lines the tell-tale crossed arrows.
' "d the graves of the mur
dered men.
... .j th' place, pardner," Lew
said In nn awed whisper. "Th' red
devils was up in th' rocks there, on
both sideB, an" th' pore boys didn't
have no more show fer their llves'n
er rabbit. Ugh! but ain't things here
ghosty-Iookln?
Ghostly looking they were, without
a doubt; I no longer wondered thnt
even a harmless spotted pony had
given such a place the reputation of
being haunted. "It can't be anything
but a pony," I thought, "and if the
gold Is still In the canon, he has my
thanks for scaring others away from
It."
We camped where the valley nar
rowed Into the canon, and I am not
ashamed to admit that, amid such
surroundings my sleep that night was
not entirely unbroken. Sunrise the
next morning found us busily cooking
our breakfaBt, and that eaten, we at
once packed up and started Into the
canon. We went perhaps half a mile
when Helen, our pack mule ("Helen
Damnation" Lew had christened him
immediately after receiving a kick
from the animal), showed a decided
objection to going farther; stopping
short and whistling as though in fear,
he planted his forefeet In the ground
and would not budge another Inch.
'Maybe It's er hunch, pardner," Lew
said, wrathfully surveying the stub
born animal; "at any rate we'd Jest as
well try fer gold here as anywhere
els."
We unpacked Helen and Lew took a
pan and went to the edge of a pool,
remnant of tho torrents that poured
through the canon In the rainy season.
where he filled It with sand and be
gan washing, while I picketed Helen
In a grassy place where he could graze,
Presently a cry from Lew carried
me running to his side; he was point
ing Into the pan, and looking there I
saw perhaps a spoonful of gold dust
gleaming dull yellow.
"We've struck 'er rich, pardner!'
Lew cried, trembling with excitement,
If thnt ghost of cr pinto'U Jest keep
away, we'll get our pile right here.
Nonsense! There's no such thing
as a ghost, Lew," l returned; "not
here, at any rate."
Lew stared at me as though he
thought I hod lost my senses. "Not?1
he cried; "yuh ain't seen that, then.
And he raised his arm to point to the
opposite side of the canon.
Where we stood the canon was about
300 yards wide, and the mountains on
both sides rose almost perpendicularly
something like a thousand feet above
us. Looking where Lew was pointing,
I was Btartled to see a village of half
ruined cliff-dwellings nestling In a
great niche high up the side of the
opposite mountain. Silent as the grave
and without a sign of human occupnn
cy, it was a strange, weird sight that,
although it was in broad daylight, sent
another creepy sensation writhing up
my back.
"There's ghosts a-plenty round that
place, pardner," Lew said, earnestly.
I ain't never seen one o' them dead
an'-gone Injun towns yet, but what
was haunted; I'll bet 'twas right round
here somewhere 't pore old Domin-
guez saw th' pinto pony."
'I saw that Lew was Intensely In
earnest, that his belief in ghostly man
testations was too deep-rooted in Ig
norance to be overcome, by anything
I could say. "Well, there may be
ghosts here, as you say," I answered,
but If I had a nice little girl waiting
for me, all the ghosts in Arizona
shouldn't stampede me from rich dirt
like this; they're not going to do it,
as it is."
I did not misjudge my man. "I'm
with yuh there, pardner!" Lew said
with determination. "These here guns
o' mine was made fer biz."
I was still gazing at the village, end
suddenly saw something that ctaisod
me to raise my hand to the brim of
my hat so that I might see better.
Lew instantly hushed and looked
where I was looking. "What's th
mr.tter? What'd yuh see?" he pres-
ent!y asked, swallowing bard.
"Oh. nothing; Just a shadow, I
guess," I answered, carelessly. At the
moment I hud thought it a human face
peeling above a crumbling wall, but
so Kreat was the distance, and so
quickly did tho object disappear, I
wa3 far from sure what I had seen
and I deemed it bctt not to arouse
Lew's superstitious fears to a higher
pitch: I did not rellHh the idea of being
lrft alone In the canon, and I was de-
termlned to stay there and get the
Cold.
Lew said nothing more, but I could
see that he was not entirely satisfied;
he hitched his revolvers around to
where they would be convenient to his
hands, and set to work again. All of
that day we worked bard, and at Its
close had something like a pound of
gold dust to Bhow for our labor. Nat
urally I was Jubilant and exoltably
talkative, but Lew answered me only
In monosyllables. When he finished
eating his supper, be carefully exam
ined bis revolvers, and, making bis
bed under an overhanging rock close
by, crept Into bis blankets.
I made my bed on a bit of smooth
ground on the opposite side of our
fire that nearest the ruins and
stretched out on It to smoke another
pipe; I was not the least bit sleepy.
As I lay there gazing with wide-open
eyes at the stars above me, suddenly,
from not far away, came the gibber
lng bowl of a coyote; Instantly the
mountain walls took It up, tossing It
back and forth until the canon rang as
though all the fiends In hades had
broken loose. Scnrccly realizing what
I did, with my every nerve tingling
and twitching, I sprang wildly to my
feet and fired a shot In the direction
I thought the mangy little beast to be,
and the canon roared with the echo.
Slowly the uproar died away, Bnd
then I collapsed as a chuckle came
from Lew's direction, and he re
marked, "Reckon yuh wouldn't have
much show with er ghost, pardner. If
er pore little cuss of er kyote c'n start
yuh ter shootln' wild like that."
1 made no answer. I was Indignant
with myself for losing my nerve so
hIIv. I lay down again, hut not to
sleep; I was quivering with nervous
ness. The coyote did not howl again
my shot hnd scared him away but
the wind rose presently, and began
walling in a most nerve-dtstractlng
way In the rocks above me.
S-w-l-B-B-s-h, oo-oo-oo, r-a-h-h-h," a
stronger gust would go sweeping past,
and then from across the canon would
come a series of faint, mournful
sounds, such as sorrowing ghosts
might be expected to utter. I began
to understand how Domlnguez came to
lose his mind through his experience
In the canon, and to wish that I were
anywhere else, when the wind died
away as suddenly as it had risen, and
there was absolute silence. I fell to
watching the stars again; the hours
dragged slowly by, and at last I fell
Into a half sleep.
Suddenly I awoke and sat bolt up
right, straining my ears for a repeti
tion of the sound that waked me. Soon
I heard it again; It was Helen whis
tling and plunging In fright. He was
picketed behind a point of rock where
could not see him. Hastily I felt
under my pillow for my revolvers, but
could not find them. Helen's snorting
and plunging grew more violent with
every moment, and at last, fearful lest
he break his rope and we lose blm, I
gave up bunting my revolvers and
started running toward blm. The
moon was now shining brightly, and
when I came to where I could see the
mule, I saw something Just beyond
him, something that brought me to a
sudden standstill, and that seemed to
freeze the blood In my veins a beau
tifully marked piebald pony. Us legs
moving naturally, but Its feet seeming
not to touch the ground. And It was
moving directly toward me!
Paralyzed with terror, I stood as
though grown to the spot; nearer came
the pinto, and I tried to yell to Lew,
but a harsh rattle was the only sound
my throat would make. Quivering
with fear, Helen was Btandlng as closo
to me as he could get, his rope
stretched to the breaking point Now
the pinto was passing close beside
him, when he suddenly wheeled round,
giving a wicked squeal, and like a
streak of lightning, his heels flashed In
the moonlight, striking the pony with
a surprising crash fairly In the side.
Giving a strange grunt, for a pony, the
pinto staggered and fell on its shl'!,
floundering helplessly; the next mo
ment, however, Its side burst open,
and a naked Apache Indian sprang
out and ran at me, a long-bladed
knife glittering In his hand. Instant
ly my superstitious fears vanished and
my muscles regained their power. Un
armed, I turned to run; but my foot
tripped, and I fell with the Indian
sprawling on top of me. I realized
that it was a sirugglo for my life, and,
yolliug to Lew at the top of my voice,
I grappled with the Apache. Back
and forth we rolled and tumbled, I
trying to obtain possession of the
knife, and he to put an end to my
struggling with It, neither gaining any
advantage over mo oiner. .Minutes
seemed hours. Could Low never hear,
I wondered, my breath coming in
sharp gasps, my strength almost gone.
How long we fought I can only con
jecture; the Indian's powers of endur
ance were greater than mine, and at
last he forced me over on my back, his
one hand clutching my throat, bis
other, grasping the knife, raised to
strike. I saw the steel flash and glitter
in the moonlight, and a sickening fear
shot through me; the knife was In the
act of descending, when two shots
rang out in quick succession, and It
flew to one side, while the Indian sank
down on me, quivering In death. The
sudden reaction from utter hopeless
ness to a sense of safety was more than
my tortured brain could bear, and I
fainted where I lay; the next thing
I knew Lew was pouring water on my
face, and I saw that day was breaking.
When I had recovered sufficiently we
made an examination of the pony's
hide, finding It partially sniffed with
grass which rounded It out, giving it
a life-like appearance, though the de
ception would have been readily de
tected In daylight. Later In the day,
foHowlng a faint trail, we climbed up
to the cliff village and found that tho
Indian had made his U units in one of
the houses. Scattered about the room
were numerous articles taken from the
men he had murdered; among these
wero several rifles and revolvers, but
thtro were no cartridges, which ex
plained why the Indian had made use
of bis disguise to get near enough to
attack with his knife Instead ot shoot
ing us at long range.
We were not again disturbed In our
work, and when we at last exhausted
the Bunds of Ghost canon, we left It
with a sack of dust that amply paid
us for having dared the phantom pinto.
Two months later I danced at Lew's
wedding. San Francisco Argonaut.
One of the most destructive earth
quakes In the world's history was
tbat which occurred In Yeddo in the
year 1703, when 190,000 people were
killed.
WILD AMMAL PICTURES
WOMAN WHO PHOTOGRAPHS UNDER
RIFLE PROTECTION.
Photographing Wild Animals In Their
MntWe tlnnum" Stirring In" a t'lerte
Montttnln I. ion, or Urlztty, or Wild Cut
to Brine Him Hefare the Camera.
Photographing wild animals In their
native haunts is certainly a unique
business for a woman, but Mrs. A. O.
Walllhnn of Lay, Col., hns made mon
ey at it, says a correspondent of the
New York Post
The Walllhan ranch composes the
town of Lay. It Is the only house
there, and Is the postofflce and road
ranch combined the latter being the
mountain term for hotel. It Is situ
ated In the wild region on the west
ern slope of the Rockies, several hun
dred miles from Denver, 90 miles from
Ride, tha nearest railroad station, and
111 miles from Rawlins, Wyo. It was
an old government ranch In the days
when the soldiers used to go to Meek
er during the Indian troubles, and
ranchmen traveling for supplies to
Rawlins often stop there over night.
Although there Is plenty of masculine
society Mrs. Wnllihnn often does not
see a woman for months at a time.
About a mile nnd a half from the
ranch the hills begin, and at this point
are the trails over which the deer go
south In the autumn. Year after year,
when the falling leaves of October
ruBtle beneath the rabbit's tread, and
the slender, white stemmed, trembling
aspens deck themselves In gold, the
deer turn southward ".Ter the same
trails that have been trodden for gen
eratlons. Hundreds of miles these
trails extend, and the deer follow them
as unerringly as the water fowl finds
Its way along the "desert and Illimi
table air" to the reedy home of Its
ancestors.
Then Is the time the Walllhans lay
In their winter supply of ment. Years
ago Mrs. Walllhan learned to be an ex
pert rifle shot, and began accompany
ing her husband on his hunting expe
ditions. It was thus that she devel
oped an Intense love for the forest and
its denizens, particularly the deer. Ten
years ngo she resolved to have a card
era and photograph the deer for her
own pleasure; so she rode many miles
to ask a home missionary who was go
ing back to civilization to send her a
good Instrument. Since tbat time tho
camera has added a new nnd fascinat
ing Interest to her life. Together with
her husband, she studied out the mys
teries of operating the machine, and
they learned the art of developing and
finishing the pictures entirely from
books. Then they began to take pic
tures of wild animals.
The ordinary amateur photographer
may not realize quite what It means
to photograph wild animals ot the
fiercer variety. In order to make a
mountain lion, a wildcat, or a big griz
zly sit for his picture, it Is manifestly
necessary to pet him out of the brush
Into plnln view; either on top of a
tree, or In the open. To accomplish
this he must be stirred up nnd excit
ed to action, which Is not always a
safe or pleasant performance. When
an animal of this kind gets close
enough to pose properly for his pic
ture, he is apt to be somewhat dan
gerously near the photographer. So
the photographer must be protected
while he snaps the shot If Mr. Wll
lihati manipulates the camera, Mrs.
Walllhan stands over him with a' gun'
prepared to take a lightning shot If
necessary; and If she Is the operator,
he stands guard. It must be no easy
matter deliberately to get the focus
and take a snapshot at a raging moun
tain Hon or a furious wildcat, as he
comes straight, towards one, but much
experience has taught Mrs. Wnllihnn
to keep cool, study the effect of light
and shade, and examine the pose, even
In this threatening case. She has one
splendid picture of a wildcat Just as
It left the very tip of a tree In a
mad spring at the photographer. She
drew the Blldo Just as the cat leaped,
and the result Is probably unique In
the realm of photography. A German
photographer, when he saw this pic
ture In a collection ot photographs In
New York, almost raved.
"Great Scott!" he exclaimed, "look
at dat cat In de midair! Himmel! haf
you efer seen anyt'lng like dot In your
life, heln?"
Mrs. Walllhan has heard at night
the measured tread of 600 deer, and
counted them as they moved, a royal
procession, toward the south land
Again, In the night, she has detected
the soft swish ot the waves as a com
pany swam the river, and with one
blinding gleam from her flashlight has
caught the picture. By some seeming
ly mysterious spell Mrs. Walllhan has
always been able to get Into the Imme
diate neighborhood ot tha deer In a
way that is a matter of astonishment
to the average hunter. One day she
sat, almost concealed from view, in
the tall sage brush. A bunch of deer
stampeded In her direction. Close up
on her they parted In a V shape, and
so ran by on either ida, their breath
on her face, and their great liquid
eyes looking Into hers. Once she sat
upon a bank overlooking a ravine,
when suddenly a doe bounded out,
bleating piteously as a lamb, Jier
tongue hanging out In the agony of
her fright. At her heels leaped n moun
tain Hon in hot pursuit. Mrs. Wall!
ban raised her rifle and made one of
the best shots ot her life. The doe
bounded on In freedom, and the lion's
skin lies before the fireplace In Mrs,
Walllhan's ranch bouse.
Mrs. Walllhan, Indeed, has for the
deer an abounding love, like that
which Beton Thompson feels for them
nnd while she bas not the command of
language necessary to portray ber ex
oerlenoes, she could give tbat wonder
ml chronicler of the wood denizens
, much Interesting material for his pen.
She never, shoots deer, except for
food; and she cannot do that If she
sees their eyes. She has, however,
shot 32 deer since she began to use
the rifle, and once performed the re
markable feat ot dropping two bucks
at one shot There Is no record of a
similar shot In the annals of sports
manship, although two deer have been
killed with a slnglo bullet more than
once. Owing to an Injury to her right
shoulder, Mrs. Walllhnn now generally
takes a knee rest. She always takes
deliberate aim, and very rarely misses.
But she loves her kodnk far better
than her Remington; and rather than
cut the throat of the poor, shuddering
creature on the ground, the prefers to
felt behind to chnrm the artist or tha
. ... . ..... . .. .l- '
sportsman thousands of miles away.
The Wnlllhans nre the only people
In the world who do this work;,and In
the distant future, should these ani
mals become extinct, the photographs
of them In their wild stats would have
Immense value. Mrs. Walllhan Is a
stout, cheerful, motherly woman, about
50 years of age. When she goes with
her busbnnd on her photographing
trips, which often last two months at
a time, she wears a round waist and
knee skirt of gray flannel, tall boots,
buckskin gloves and belt, and soft,
gray felt hat
LITTLE BAY TREES.
They Are Imported frnm Holland nnd
I out Up to no Pair.
"The handsomellttle bay trees that
you see rooted In tubs standing In
private grounds or Indoors In houses,
or It may be Btandlng outside on
either side of the entrance to a house
or a club, are," said a florist, "Im
ported from Holland. The are
brought over with their trunks
wrapped up carefully In straw and
their tops completely covered with
burlaps to protect them from Injury.
Some of them, as you will observe.
are grown In pyramid form, and In
some the branching, foliage-covered
part Is made to grow globe or apple
shaped.
"Bay trees are sometimes rented for
decorative purposes, as palms, for In
stance, often are. While bay trees
will thrive with suitable care In con
servatories, they pine and the foliage
oses lite and color In close conflement
In houses; and after they have been
thus shut up a few months we send
them to our place In the country to
be restored to health. It takes about
two years to bring them back to their
pristine beauty.
'The freight on them nnd the duty
add to their cost, so that the little
bay trees are somewhat expensive.
They are commonly sold in pairs. A
pair, say three or four feet In height,
would sell tor about $50 and they run
from that according to the trees and
their size; a fine pair of handsome bay
trees, eight to ten feet in height; would
sell for $250. But we Import nnd soil,
nevertheless, a very considerable num
ber annually. New York Sun.
QUAINT. AND CURIOUS.
The excavations In progress at Del-
phos, Greece, have brought to light
some curious inscriptions, revealing a
method ot bookkeeping employed by
the ancient which Is said to be simpler
and more accurate than the methods
now in use.
It has been ascertained by experi
ments that persons who use the tele
phone habitually hear better with the
left ear than the r-Jit. The common
practice of the telephone companies
is to place the telephone bo that it will
be npplied to the left ar.
Some years ago In Paradise Valley,
Cal., John Wcer, a Cornish widower,
with four good-looking daughters,
wedded Mrs. Malarln, a French widow
with four sons. The boys and glrU
have now been all mated, and the five
couples live under the same roof.
One of the novel industries recently
started in Arkansas Is a kangaroo
ranch. The hide of the animal is valu
able, but his tendons are worth much
more, as they can be split fine and are
much prized by surgeons as sutui'es
for sewing up wounds and knitting
broken bones together.
In Vienna recently an electric car
ran Into an omnibus and overturned
It. A passenger, Frau Lankh, who re.
ceived a severe shock and was badly
cut, cried out as she recovered herself.
"The wretched fellow, why couldn't he
stop sooner," referring to the motor
man. For this expression she was
summoned to court and fined $8, "for
Insulting a public official.
Public whipping was Inflicted as lata
as 1803 in Massachusetts, and persons
are living who witnessed it. By order
of the supreme Judicial court of Massa
chusetts, two men were placed in tne
pillory In State street, Boston. Pler
niont, tho owner, nnd Storey, the mas
ter, of tho brig Hannah, having pro
cured a heavy insurance on their car
go for a voyage to tha WeBt Indies, tho
vessel was sunk in Boston harbor,
Nov. 2, 1801. and a large portion of the
Insurance collected. Fraud being
proved, both as tb the Inding and loss
cf the brig, the court decreed thnt Pler
mcnt and Storey be set In the pillory,
and set here, too, several times, one
hour each time, and Imprisoned two
years, and pay the cost of prosecution.
The sentence wns duly executed, the
pillory being set near "Chaugo aven
ue." Wot n Bllnfortune.
He Gladys, I must confess to you
that I am a self-mado man ot obscure
parentage, 1 was found on a door
step. She My own! You will never talk
about the waffles mother used to
make! Chicago News.
FLnfiLS OF THOUGHT.
The virtue lies In the struggle, nfct
In the prize. Milnes.
Honest error Is to be pitied, not rid
ouled. Chesterfield.
Wisdom Is to ttio mind what health.
Is to the body. Rochefoucauld.
Celerity Is never more admired than
by the negligent. Shakespeare.
To rejoice In the prosperity of an
other Is to partake of It TT. Austin.
An obstinate man does not hold
opinions they hold him. Bishop
Butler.
The seeds of our punishment nre
invn at tho unmo time we commit the
sin. Heslod.
Seeing much, suffering much nnd
studying much are the three pillars of
learning. Disraeli.
Life Is a quarry out of which we are
to mold and chisel and completa a
character. Goethe.
That Is true philanthropy thnt bibles
rot In gold In ostentatious chnrlty. but
builds Its hospital in the human neiiru
Harley.
Do little things now; so shall big
things come to thee by and by asking
to be done. Persinn proverb.
A proud man Is seldom a grateful
man. for he never thinks he gets as
much as he deserves. H. W. Beecher.
The reason why borrowed books are
seldom returned Is that It Is easier to
retain the books themselves than what
la inside of them. Gilles Menage.
ORICIN OF FAMILIAR PHRASES,
Welt-Known ExproailoniThnt Itnv Star
ted In the Meet Natural War,
To feel In apple-pie order Is a phrasfl
which dates back to Puritan times tJ
a certain Hepzlbah Merton. It seems
that every Saturday she wni accuse
tomed to bake two or three dozen apA
pie pies, which were to last her ram-1
lly through the coming week. These
she placed carefully on her pantry
shelves, labelled for each day In the
week, so that Tuesday's pics might
not be confused with Thursday's, nor
those presumably large or Intended
for washing and sweeping days eaten
when household labors were lighter.
Aunt Hepzlbah's "apple-pie order'
known saying.
when n frtipnf hnrl niifstnved hla w
come, for the host to serve a
shoulder of mutton Instead of a
roast. This was the origin of
phrase "To give the cold shoulder."
None shall wear a feather but h
who has killed a Turk" was an old
Hungarian saying, and the number of
feathers In bis cap Indicated bow
many Turks the man hod killed.
Hence the origin ot the saying with
refernce to a feather In one's cap.
In one of the battles between the
Russians and Tartars a private soldier
of the former cried out: "Captain, I've
caught a Tartar!" "BrKg blm along,
then," answered the officer. "I can't
for he won't let me," was tho response.
Upon Investigation It was apparent
that the captured had tho captor by
the arm and would not release him.
So, "catching a Tartar" is applicable
to one who bas found an antagonist
too powerful for htm.
That far from an elegant expres
sion, "To kick the bucket," Is believed
to have originated In the time ot
Queen Elizabeth, when a shoemaker
named Hawkins committed suicide by
placing a bucket on a tablo In order
to raise himself high enough to reach
a rafter above, then kicklns away tho
bucket on which he stood. The term
coroner Is derived from the word
"corph-connor," which means corpse
inspector.
"He's a brick," meaning a good fel
low, originated with a king of Sparta
Agesliaus about the fourth century
B. C. A visitor at the Lacedaemonian
capital was surprised to find the city
without walls or means of defence,
and asked his royal host what they
would do In case of an Invasion by a
foreign power. "Do?" replied the he
roic king. "Why, Sparta has 60,000
soldiers, and each man is a Lrick."
When the Horse guard parade In
St. James' park, London, there Is al
ways a lot of boys on hand to black
the boots of the soldiers or do other
menial work. The boys, from their
constant attendance about the time of
guard mounting, were nlcknarued "the
black guards," hence the name "black
guard." Deadhead, as denoting one
who has free entrance to places ot
amusement, comes from Pompeii,
where the checks for free admission
were small ivory death's heads. Speci
mens of these are In the musum at
Naples.
One of Nnture'e Workshop.
In an island in the Lake ot Bom
bon la the remarkable Taal volcano,
which is readily accessible from Man
ila, writes a correspondent in the New
York Herald. Its central crater la
oval in shape, a mile and a quarter
across the greatest diameter, and has
within its rim two lakes of hot water,
one yellow and the other green, and
a small active cone 50 feet iu height,
from which escape steam nad sulphu
ric gases. The strange color of tha
waters are due to the presence of
chemicals evolved In subterranean
laboratories. The greatest eruption
ot Taal took place In 1754, wiping out
four villages. Apparently the volcanic
ash lend wonderful fertility to the
soil, and presently a new growth of
bamboo and palms nppears where des
olation had reigned.
The flags to be hoisted at one time
In signaling at sen never exceeded
four. It Is an Interesting arithmetical
fact, that, with 18 various colored
flags, and never more than tour at a
time, no fewer than 78,942 signals can
be given.