LONELINESS.
"At sunset, when the eyes of exiles fill,
And distance makes a desert of the
heart,
and nil the lonely world crows lonelier
still,
I with the other exiles go apart,
And offer up tin stranger's evening
prayer;
My noily shrkes with weeping as 1 pray.
Thinking on all I love thnt are not tncre,
80 desolately nl).-nt far nway
My Love and Friend, and my own land
and home.
O aching emptiness of evenire; skies!
O foolish heart, what tempted thee to roam
Bo fur away from the Beloved's eyes!
8 O 8 O 9 5
The Siege
From the French of
'o - oi.9 - k. - e - e -
We were returning up the avenue
of the Champs Elysees with Doctor
V., asking him about the walla rid
dled with shells the pavements torn
up by grape-shot, in fact, the history
of the Siege of Paris, when Just be-
xore we got to tne Place de l'Etolle
the doctor stonnpd. and nnlntlnn- nut
one of those handsome corner houses
grouped around the Arc de Trlomphe,
said: j
"Do you see those four closed win
dows up there, over the balcony? In
the rally days of the month of Au
gust thnt terrible August In the
year '70 so charged with storms
and disasters, I was called In there
to a frightful case of apoplexy. It
was to Colonel Jouve, a cuirassier of
the First Empire, an old man Infat
uated with patriotic pride who, at
the commencement of the war, had
come to lodge in the Champs Elysees.
vln a balcony apartment. Guess why!
To be present at the triumphant re
turn of our troops! Poor old man!
The news of Wlssembnurg came to
him ns he was rising from table. On
reading the name of Napoleon at the
foot of that bulletin of defeat he fell
thunderstruck.
I found the old cuirassier
stretched at full length on the car
pet, his face bloody and lifeless, as
if he had been struck a blow on the
head with a club. Standing, he must
have been very tall; lying, he looked
Immense. With beautiful features.
superb teeth, and a fine head of curly
white hair, though he was nearly
eighty, he looked like sixty years
old. Near him, on her knees, was his
grand-daughter. She so resembled
him that, seeing them side by side,
you would have been reminded of
two beautiful Greek medals struck
from the same stamp; only the one
was old, dull, and rather Indistinct
In the outlines; the other was re
splendent and clean cut, with all the
brilliancy and smoothness of a new
Impression.
"The grief of this child touched
me. Daughter and grand-daughter
of soldiers, her father was at MacMa
hon's headquarters, and the sight of
this grand old man stretched before
her brought another no less terrlblo
image to her mind. I endeavored to
reassure her, but, in reality, I had
little hope. We had to deal with a
severe case of hemlplegy, and recov
ery was scarcely to be hoped for at
eighty. For three days the patient
remained in the same state of motion
less stupor.' In the midst of all this
the news of Reischoffen arrived in
Paris. You remember in what a
strange fashion. Until evening we
all believed in a great victory, twen
ty thousand; Prussians killed, and the
Crown Prince a prisoner! I know
not by what miracle, or by what mag
netic current, an echo of the national
Joy penetrated to our poor deaf-mute,
even to his paralyzed limbs; certain
it Is that, on approaching his bed
that evening, I found him a different
man. His eye was almost clear, his
tongue less stiff. He had strength to
smile, and to stammer twice
"'Vic-to-ry!'
, "'Yes, colonel, a grand victory!
"And as I gave him details of Mac
Mahon's brilliant success, I saw his
features relax and his face light up.
When I went out, the young girl was
waiting for me, standing pale and
sobbing at the door.
" 'But he is saved!' said I, taking
her hands.
"The unhappy child had scarcely
courage to answer me. They had
Just posted up the true version of
Reischoffen MacMahon put to flight,
the whole army crushed. We looked
at each other In consternation. She
was distressed in thinking of her
father, I trembled for the old man.
It was very certain he could not re
sist this new shock. And yet, what
could we do? . Leave him his Joy
the illusions which had called him
back to life? But then it would be
necessary to lie!
" "Very well, then, I shall lie,' said
the heroic girl, quickly drying her
tears, and she returned radiant to
her grandfather's room.
&ne nad set herself a hard task.
The first tew days were got through
without much difficulty. The good
man's head was weak, and he allowed
himself to. he deceived like a child.
But with returning health, his ideas
became clearer. We had to keep him
acquainted -with the movements of
the armies and to draw up for him
military bulletins. It was a sad pity
to see that .beautiful! girl, night and
day, over her maps of Germanv,
marking out the battles with little
flags, and trying to invent a glorious
campaign: ' Bazaine descending upon
Berlin, Frossard in Bavaria, MacMa
hon on the Baltic. For all this she
asked my advice, and I helped ber
as much as I could, but it was the
grandfather himself who served us
best In this imaginary invasion. He
had conquered. Germany so often
To the Beloved's country I belong
I am a stranner in this foreicn ulace:
Strange ore its streets, and strange to me
its tongue;
' Strange to the stranger each familiar
tace.
'lis not my city! Take me by the hands)
Divine Protestor of the lonelv ones.
And lead me back to the Heloved's land
JJack to my friends anil my companions.
0 yind that blows from Shirnz, bring to me
A little dust from my Beloved's street;
Send Hafis something, love, that comes
from thee,
Toti'-hed by thy hand, or trodden by thy
ieec
Richard I-e (iullienne, in The Delineator.
8 -s -sfcy -sty 9 -slv ft -ty 8 sV 9 O v
of Berlin.
ALPHONSE DAUDET.
ea - a..e.e - 9 - e - ..(j
under the First Empire!
all the moves beforehand
He knew
" 'See, now they will go there, they
will do that,' and his forecasts were
always realized, which did not fall
to make him very proud.
"Unfortunately it was in vain that
we took towns and gained battles;
we never went fast enough for that
insatiable old fellow! Every day,
when I arrived, I heard of a new
feat of arms.
rt 'Doctor, we have taken Mnyence,'
the young girl told me, coming to
ward me with a heart-breaking smile,
and I heard through the door, a de
lighted voice crying:
" 'We're getting on! We're get
ting on! In a week we shall enter
Ecrlin.'
"At that moment the Prussians
were not more than a week from
Paris. We nsked ourselves at first
if It would not ba better to remove
him Into the country; but, once out
side, the state of France would have
revealed everything to him, and I
thought him jRtlll too weak, and too
much stunned by the great shock he
had already received, to know the
truth. It was decided, therefore, to
let him remain.
"On the first day that Paris was In
vested, I went up to their house, I
remember, much moved with the an
guish of heart that the closing of all
the gates of Paris, the battle under
the walls, and the changing of our
villages into frontiers brought us. I
found the old gentleman Jubilant and
proud.
" 'Well,' said he, 'here Is the Beige
begun!'
"I looked at him in astonishment.
" 'What, colonel, do you know
"His grand-daughter turned to
me
" 'Ah, yes, 'octor. That Is the
great news. The siege of Berlin has
commenced.
"This she said, drawing out her
needle with such a staid little air,
and so tranquilly how could he sus
pect anything?
"The cannon from the forts! He
could not hear them. This poor
Paris, wretched and convulsed! He
could not see It. What he could see
from his bed was a bit of the Arc de
Trlomphe, and in his room was a
whole curiosity shop of the Flr3t Em
pire, well calculated to maintain his
illusions. Portraits of marshals, en
gravings of battles, the king of RomU
In a baby's robe; then large stiff con
soles, ornamented with copper tro
phies, laden with Imperial relics,
medals, bronzes, a Btone from St.
Helena, under a shade, miniatures
all representatlng the same lady, be
curled, in ball costume, in a yellow
dress with leg-of-mutton sleeves, and
bright eyes it was all this, the at
mosphere of victories and conquests,
much more than anything we could
tell him, that made the brave colonel
believe so naively in the seige of Ber
lin. "From that day our military oper
ations were very much simplified. To
take Berlin was now only an affair of
patience. From time to time, when
the old man became too impatient.
a letter was read to him from his son
an imaginary letter, of course, since
nothing could now get into Paris, and
because, since Sedan, MacMahon's
aide-de-camp, had been drafted oft
to a German fortress. Imagine the
despair of that poor child, without
news of her father, knowing him a
prisoner, deprived of every comfort,
perhaps ill, and yet obliged to make
him speak in those cheerful letters
they were rather short letters, as
might be expected from a soldier in
the field of advancing steadily into
the conquered country. Sometimes
strength failed her, and, consequent
ly, there were weeks without any
news. But the old man got uneasy.
g The Steady Man.
We'd tike to write a little rhyme about
the steady man, who keep on pegging all
the time and does the beat he can 1 the man
who early goea to work and doesn't get &
home till late; who nevor tries to ahlrk In
order to be great. There are aome fellow
who will try to do their business tricka and
have a finger in the pie of city politics; they, $
try to put on lota of atyle and play a heavy $
role, and In a little bito' while you find them g
In a hotel I like the man of steady pace, hla
system I admire; he has no wild dealre to v
placo moro Irona In tho
Express.
and could not sleep. Then promptly
came letter from Germany, which
she brought and read gaily to htm at
his bedside, keeping back her tears.
The colonel listened religiously,
smiled with an intelligent air, ap
proved, criticised, and explained to
ns the difficult passages. But where
he was especially fine was in the an
swers he sent to his son:
" 'Never forget that you are a
Frenchman,' said he. 'Be generous
to those poor people. Do not make
the invasion too heavy for them.'
And then there were endless recom
mendations, adorable twaddle about
respect for the proprieties, the polite
ness due to ladles In fact, a com
plete code of military honor for the
use of conquerors! He added also
some general observations on poll
tics, and the conditions to be im
posed on the conquered. On that
point, I must say, he was not unrea
sonable. " 'A war indemnity, and cothtng
farther. What is the good of taking
tlelr pfjvlnces? Can you make
France out of Germany?'
"He dictated all this with a firm
voice, and one felt there was so much
candor in his words, such a fine, pa
triotic faith, that it was impossible
to listen to him unmoved.
"All this time the siege was ad
vancing not that of Berlin, alas!
It was a time of great cold, bombard
ments, epidemics, and famine. But,
thanks to our care, our efforts and
the indefatigable tenderness which
surrounded him, the serenity of the
old man was never for an instant dis
turbed. Up to the end I was able to
get him white bread and fresh meat.
There was only enough for him, and
you can Imagine nothing more touch
ing than those breakfasts of the
grandfather, so Innocently selfish
the old man upon his bed, fresh and
smiling, his serviette tucked under
his chin; near him his grand-daughter,
a little pala from her privations,
guiding his hands, giving him drink,
helping him to all those forbidden
good things. Then, revived by the re
past, in the comfort of his warm
room, with the winter wind outside,
and the snow whirling past his win
dows, the old cuirassier recalled his
campaigns In the north, and related
to us for the hundredth time that sad
retreat from Russia, In which they
had nothing to eat but frozen biscuit
and horse-flesh.
" 'Do ycu understand, little one?
We used to eat horses.'
"She understood only too well.
For two months she had eaten noth
ing else. From day to day, however,
as convalescence progressed, our task
beside the invalid became more dif
ficult. That paralysis of his senses,
and of all his limbs, which hnd served
us so well up to thla time, began to
disappear. Two or three times al
ready the terrible volleys from the
Maillot Gate had made him start and
prick up his ears like a greyhound;
we were obliged to Invent a laBt vic
tory for Bazaine, under BeVIn, and
salvos fired In his honor at the In
validas. Another day his bed had
been moved to the window It was,
I believe, the Thursday of Rezonvllle
and he saw the National Guards
massed together on the Avenue of
the Grande Armee.
" 'What are those troops doing
there?' he demanded; and we heard
him mutter between his teoth, 'Bad
form! bad form!'
"Nothing else happened; but we
understood that, In future, we must
take great precautions. Unhappily,
we were not cautious enough.
"One evening when I arrived the
child came to me full of trouble.
" 'It is to-morrow they enter,' she
said.
"Was the grandfather's door open?
The fact is, that In thinking over It
afterward, I remembered that his
face had, on that evening, an extra
ordinary expression. It Is probable
that he heard us. Only we spoke of
the Prussians, while he thought of
the French, in that triumphal entry
which he had so long expected Mac
Mahon coming down the avenue in
the midst of flowers and the flourish
of trumpets, his son beside the mar
shal, and he, the old father, upon his
balcony, in full uniform, as at Lut
zen, saluting the torn flags and the
eagles blackened with powder.
"Poor father Jouve! He doubtless
fancied that we wished to prevent
him from being present at this march
past of the troops to avoid too great
an excitement tor him. He took care
to speak to no one; but the next day,
at the very hour in which the Prus
sians were timidly entering on the
long road leading from the Maillot
Gate to the Yuilerles, the window
Just above there opened solftly, and
the colonel appeared on the balcony,
fire! Los Angolea '
$
with his helmet, his big cavalry
Cword, and all the glorious equip
ment of a MUhaud cuirassier. I still
ask myself what effort of will, what
fresh spring of life, could have thus
placed him again on his feet, and in
harness! Be that as it may, there he
was, standing behind - the railing,
wondering to find the avenues so
wide, so silent; the shutters of the
houses closed; Paris dismal as a laz
aretto; flags everywhere, but so
strange, all white with red crosses.
and no crowd running before our sol
dlers.
"For a moment, ha may possibly
have thought he was mistaken
"3ut, no! Yonder, beyond the
Arc de Trlomphe, was a confused
ndlse, a black line advancing in the
growing daylight. Then, gradually,
the peaks of the helmets Bhone, the
little drums of Jena began to beat,
and under the Arc de l'Etolle, accom
panied by the heavy 'rhythmic steps
of the troops, and by the clash of
sabres, burst forth Schubert's Trium
phal March.
"Then, In the mournful silence of
the place, rang out a cry, a terrible
cry: 'To arms! to arms the Prus
sians!' And the four Uhlans forming
the advanced guard saw yonder on
the balcony a tall, old man wave his
arms, totter, and fall, rigid.
"This time Colonel Jouve was real
ly dead." Waverley Magazine.
The Postmaster-General of the
United Kingdom has secured for the
government telegraphic system all
the Marconi wireless telegraph sta
tions in the British Isles.
A new combined electric lamp and
shaving mirror has been produced, in
which the reflector can be arranged
to throw the light only upon the face
below the eyes, no light falling upon
the mirror or the eyes.
The British Antarctic expedition
now in course of preparation will
carry wireless telegraphic equipment
sufficient to enable messages to be
sent to New Zealand from the ship
and from the stations established at
bases of supplies on land or Ice.
Tha Baku-Batoum petroleum pipe
line has had to be renewed for some
fifty miles, between Adschikabul and
Jellssawetpol, where it passes
through salt-carrying districts. The
corrosion there Is more rapid than
over the rest of the route, so that ex
cessive leakage has been caused.
An air steam engine has been in
vented by a professor of engineering
in one of the Western colleges of
America. In this Invention, a cylin
der Is filled with compressed atmos
pheric air into which saturated steam
Is Introduced. The chief merit
claimed fcr this system is that cyl
inder condensation Is almost totally
avoided by the high temperature of
air compression and the high super
heat of the mixture.
Ten grammes, or about one-third
of an ounce of radium chloride,
equivalent to one gramme cf pure ra
dium, Is the total output for eighteen
months of the Joachimsthal mines.
After the hospitals and scientific In
stitutions have been supplied, the re
mainder will be offered for sale at
$75,000 a gramme, or fifteen and a
half grains.
It is expected that aluminium coins
of low value will be in circulation in
France by the end of this year. It Is
Interesting to note, In this connection,
that the adoption of M. Naquet's
proposition for an aluminium coinage
In 1S71 would have resulted in a
heavy loss to the French Treasury.
Although experts declared it to be
impossible that the value of the metal
should decrease, It has now fallen to
nearly half the price ruling thirty
eight years ago.
Tho New Usher.
The congregation of a certain
church is not "exclusive," but some
of its members were surprised at the
appointment of a new usher. They
said that he might be a very good
young man, but he had not belonged
very long to the church, and, besides,
it seemed unlikely that a street car
conductor would suit the etiquette of
a house of worship. But the trustees
said that he had been chosen for that
very reason, adding: "We need a
man of that kind to deal with the
end seat hog. He U a greater
nuisance- in the church than in the
cars. Early in the service' he plants
himself at the aisle end of a free pew,
and later comers who are ushered
Into that pew, fall all over him taking
their places. It takes a man with grit
to make him move along. This for
mer conductor has the grit, and he
has tact gained from experience.
That is why we made him usher."
Washington Herald.
A Roland For an Oliver.
A young Baltimore man, who is
quick to see a point and somewhat
of a wit himself, walked Into a shop
the other day and asked for a comb.
Do you want a narrow man's
comb?" asked the attendant, all un
conscious of his terms.
"No," said the customer, gravely;
"I want a comb for a stout man with
rubber teeth." Baltimore American.
Electricity has replaced . mules ns
the motive power on the street rail
ways of Santos, the Brazilian city
from which so much coffee U ex
ported. '
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A VJ.. LI IV, V1111U1G11
THE RAIN.
A million little fairy feet all dancing over
head Oh, don't I love to hear it when I'm
snuggled up in bed!
When mother takes the light away and
snvs, "Now, go to sleep,"
And I lie there and listeu to the fairies'
little feetl
I think of all the thirsty things out in the
field and wood,
And how they drink the raindrops in oh,
it must feel So good!
And how the tiny blades of grass come
stretching up to see
Where all the patter comes from and what
ever it can be.
I think of mother's rain-barrel and of the
waterspout,
And how the water rushes in and tumbles
to get out.
And how the birds out in the woods must
snuggle down to keep
Their baby-birdies warm and dry beneath
their breasts asleep.
I think of all the puddles there'll be out in
the rain,
And of my brand-new rubber boots just
purpose for the rain.
And there I lie and listen to the fairies
overhead
Oh, don't you love to hear them when
you re snuggled up in bed?
Harriet Crocker LeRoy, in Youth's Com
panion. BOB'S PUMPKIN PARTY.
Bob's father was driving; Bob sat
next to htm and Dorothy on the other
side of Bob. She could be on the out
side end of the seat because she was
seven years old now. Bob wasn't yet
quite five, but he was going on five.
They drove along sunny roads. It
was a morning when most of the
leaves on the trees were yellow and
red; and in a field, now and then,
Dorothy saw yellow pumpkins.
"Every now and then," she said, "I
see pumpkins, lots and lots of them."
They drove along and along.
Pretty soon Bob said, "What are
pumpkins good for, daddy?"
"Good to eat pumpkin pies, don't
you know?"
"Oh!" said Bob.
Mr. Mason hugged Bob up to him.
"They don't let you eat pies, do they,
Bob? Well, maybe, later."
"Don't they do anything else with
pumpkins?" asked Bob.
"Why, yes; why, to be. sure they
do Jack-o'-lanterns don't you know
Jack-o'-lanterns ? "
"Yes," said Bob, "I thought so!
Doffie, you and I have some those
that Cousin Jim gave us last year, I
guess it was little ones, cardboard."
"M-m," said Doffle; "cardboard,
with funny faces."
"Yes," said their father; "but those
are only cardboard.. Ought to see the
real things! You've never had any
never had any Jack-o'-lanterns? Poor
little children!" and he laughed at
Bob and Dorothy.
"Let's get some," said Bob. "You
buy us some, daddy."
"Buy some! you goosie! Why, you
want to make them don't want to
buy them! the maKlng's half the
fun!"
"But you haven't any pumpkins,"
Bald Dorothy. "I don't think we
have any at home."
"Oh, well," said her father, "we
may have to buy the pumpkins to
start with."
"I'd rather have pumpkins right
out of a field," said Bob.
"Yes, daddy wouldn't they let us
take some of those?" asked Dorothy
"Oh, dear no mustn't take any
body's pumpkins. They don't grow
wild, they belong to people: they
were planted nnd the farmers are go
ing to gather them up and sell them
I'll tell you, your friend, Mr. Bell,
will give you some, and be glad to."
So they drove along and along. At
last they came to Mr. Bell's farm, and
turned in at the gate. "Lots of pump
kins in Mr. Bell's yard," said Bob.
"Just see that pile down by the big
gest barn!"
,"Oh-h m-m-m!" said Dorothy,
And their father did not forget to
tell Mr. Bell that the children wanted
to beg some pumpkins. "For jack-o'-
lanterns," said Bob "only Just two
or three pumpkins good for Jack-o
lanterns."
"Well," said Mr. Bell, smiling at
Dorothy and Bob, "you may have all
the pumpkins that you will roll over
to your wagon from the heap there
by the barn!"
What a funny time they had roll
ing them! Pumpkins .are heavy,
quite heavy, and they are not really
round, you know, but rather flat on
two sides, and on one side they have
a short, stiff stem: they don't roll
very easily. Dorothy and Eob had
to work pretty hard, bending over
and pushing and turning and tugging
those fat pumpkins2 fun!
"Want anybody to help you?"
called Mr. Bell.
"No, no, thank you!" said the chil
dren. At last they had three pumpkins
ready to stai t fur home one for
Dorothy, one for Bob and one foY
their friend, Bob Bascom. "He
would be lonely if he didn't have
one," Dorothy said.
"Yes, he would," said Bob.
The grown-up men had to lift those
pumpkins into the wagon, of course.
How proudly Dorothy and Bob looked
down at the Jolly yellow things when
they were once more driving along
with their father. ' Hard tugs they
had had getting those three pump
kins over from the pile to th? wagon
a pretty good lot of work they
liked to think of it.
But you'd say they would like even
better to think of it after they found
what fun it ws to have a Jack-o'-lantern
party.
You see, Mr. Mason showed them
how to make the lanterns. , He did
the hardest parts with his big knife,
O 'O O O
ro
but they all worked together, cutting
out a round piece like a cover with
rtie nice, stiff stem in tho middle for
a handle; then getting out all tho
soft Inside, with the seeds; nnd then
making the comical faces holes for
the eyes, nose and smiling, grinning
teeth. They fixed a candle in the
middle of each; and, oh, how special
ly funny those lanterns were when,
about five o'clock, Dorothy and Bob
and Bob Baacom had them, all lighted
up, on the veranda In the dark! Mrs.
Mason and Mr. Mason were there,
and pretty soon what should they all
see but some more Jack-o'-lanterns
coming up the path!
"A party! a party!" screamed Bob1
"a pumpkin party!"
"O mamma, a pumpkin party!"
shouted Doffle.
It was the three Kips May, San
born and Bradford and Max Blow
was with them everybody with a
lantern; why, that made seven in all!
a fine ring of them when they were
all set down on the piazza In a cir
cle! Around this ring the children
capered and danced, looking at it
from all sides and laughing at the
Jack-o'-lantern smiles and shadows
and lights that they made.
Each Jack was so fixed that he
could be carried around by a string,
and so could take part In processions.
Lovely parades they had on the ver
anda and down on the paths under
the tree's. They kept It up an hour,
and more than an hour!
And when Dorothy was going to
bed she told her mother that she had
never had such a good time before In
all her whole life; and Bob called
out: "That's because you never had
one Bingle pumpkin party before this
one!" Susan P. Peckham, in the
Christian Register.
CUSTOMS.
A new game Is being played by the
Hunt children which they named
"Customs," and this is how it came
about:
They had been traveling In Europe)
all summer with their mother and fa
ther, and among the numerous things
to Interest them were the custom of
ficers, who Investigated their bag
gage for goods on which to charge
duty. When they .came back to
America they were detained a long
time In the Custom House waiting for
an officer to examine their trunks. It
was great fun for the children to fol
low the officers about, and hear what
the people had to say, and how much
money they had to pay for the dress
goods and Jewels and everything
they had brought from abroad. So
they immediately Invented this game.
One person is chosen as the "cus-
tntnB nfflppp " iha rest nt tha pnmnflnir
.... , - - -' u . . .
being passengers. The officer holds
a handkerchief knotted into a ball.
"What has A In his trunk?" ho
asked, throwing the handkerchief at
one of the "passengers." As ha
throws it he must fix In his mind one
i object commencing with A that can
be packed In a trunk. The person at
whom the handkerchief Is thrown
must answer some object commenc
ing with A. If he answers the same
word that the officer has In mind he
must pay "customs" or forfeit to be
redeemed later, or If he falls to an
swer quickly he must pay customs.
The fun lies In playing quickly,
and In keeping the passengers won
dering whose baggage will be exam
ined next. Philadelphia Record,
A MISSIONARY'S EXPERIENCE.
It was one hour before sundown
on a cloudy, drizzly afternoon. I had
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white outside, for fending off both
sun and rain, but had It closed over
my hand without clasping it, to go
through a narrow opening in the
bushes. I had crossed a little open
grass plot of a few rods, and was Just
entering a narrow footpath through
the mountain Jungle, that would take
mountains, where I was to meet my
pony.
Suddenly a tiger sprang into the
path and disputed passage. I saw at
once what he wanted; only great hun
ger Impels these, tigers to come out
during the day. He had had , no
breakfast and wanted missionary
meat for supper. I did not wish him
to have it.
It Is always best If a scrimmage is
to take place to be the attacking par
ty. When I was a boy I had gone
out among an Indian tribe in Michi
gan and Jearned their war whoop.
Springing forward I raised this war
whoop, and at the same time sudden
ly opened my double umbrella.
Springing aside, over a bush, into the
open, ground, he made for the crest
of the hill. Straight as an arrow he
went through a crevice In the hill.
About twenty feet down on the other
side I knew he would strike on grassy
ground, and the slope from there led
down to a little stream, which my
path again crossed, less than a quar
ter of a mile below. I scrambled up
the hill to the crevice and saw the
tiger trotting down the slope evident
ly wondering whether he had done a
wise thing in running away.
Putting my head with its big, white
sun hat Into the opening, I once more
raised the war whoop. Down thej
tiger dashed again with Bpeed. When!
his pace slackened I repeated the op
eration and on be dashed, and so con
tinued until he entered the woods on
the opposite side of the valley. Then
I turned and wended my way to the
foot of the bill, mounted my pony
and kept my appointment. Dr. Jacob
Chamberlain's Story of Missionary
Lite.