BOYHOOD RECOLLECTIONS.
1 recollect my childhood days; I recollect the school
here
I was licked and frequently informed I was a fool,
I recollect the babbling brook, the miller’s dripping wheel,
And likewise I recall to min
I recollect my sweet first lov:
Whene'er 1'd ask ber for a kiss she'd ban
d the stone-bruise on my heel,
e, the fairest of the flock;
me with a rock,
1 recollect the picnic grove where I would sometimes play,
But where they'd never 'et v
I recollect the village folks
me go when it was picnic day.
, 80 hearty and so hale;
1 recollect they always said that I'd wind up in jail,
I often run my train of thou
I love to recollect those day
ght on recollection’s track—
s, but I don’t want 'em back!
~ Philadelphia Bulletin,
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Shortly afterward we put to sea. Ior
the next few days we had the best of
weather and everything went smoothly,
I had my time pretty well taken up
with my work, but for all that 1 could
see one or two things that set me
thinking. The first was that the old
man was making himself uncommonly
attentive to Miss Sandford. The sec-
ond was that this Mr. Hay in a quiet
and timid sort of way, was thinking
a good deal of her too. Hoskins saw
quickly enough that he had a rival,
but as he had started off with a healthy
contempt for him, he didn't disturb
Limselt over and above muck. For
my part I thought the girl fancied Hay
rather thaa Hoskins; and though she
couldd’t avoid the old man, and could
not help listening to his sea yarns, I
could see her eyes turning forward
toward the waist, where Hay was put-
ting in his time looking at the tiger.
One afternoon the skipper was sit-
ting beside Miss Sandford on the poop
deck when Hay came up the compan-
ion and made his way toward them.
“There's something I want to teil
you, captain,” he said. “It's getting
on my mind and making me quite un-
comfortable. That man whose busi:
ness it is to look after the tiger isn't
doing his work properly. The animal
isn't getting enough 100d. It is devel-
oping a savage nature. And yesterday,
when 1 wen: to see the man about it,
I found that he was irtoxicated. I
really think you should interfere.”
Of course, the old man should have
interfered. But he didn't like being
told his duty by the little professor,
e¥pecially when the girl was about. So
Le just sneered.
“I suppose you're
escaping?’ he said.
“I should certainly regard it as ua-
fortunate,” the little man replied. “You
see, a drunken man mignt be careless
about the fastenings. I must really
ins upon your spezking to Lim.”
“e's not one of my crew,” said
Hoskins. “I have enough to do to look
after them. If any of them get drunk,
they'll hear of it. But this chap is a
passenger, even if he is only a steer-
age one. He can do a3 he likes with
his spare time. If you're so blamed
frightened about the beast you'd bet-
ter look to the fastenings ycurself.”
“Kxcuse me,” said the professor
stifily, “that is not my business. The
animal does not belong to me. I have
done what I believe to be my duty. 1
can say no-more.”
He turned away without even a
glance at the girl.
“That man,” said Hoskins, looking
after him, “is frightened at his own
shadow: Let me give you a bit of
father'y advice, Miss Sandford. When
you are looking for a man to marry,
never marry a coward. A girl like
you wants some one who will protect
you in time of danger; some one she
can rely on and look up to.”
“I'm not thinking of getting mar-
ried,” she said shyly. “But when I do
I'll bear your advice in mind, captain.”
“That's it,” said Hoskins. “Think
over it carefully. And as for getting
married, I'd be glad if you'd think over
that. too.”
She started like a frightened horse.
“Oh, captain!” she said. “I don't
understand. What do you mean?”
“You do understand,” he said ten.
derly, drawing his chair a bit nearer
to her. “Miss Sandford! Hilda!
Haven't you a word for a poor old
seaman who worships the very ground
you tread on? Think it over. None
but the brave deserve the fair, you
know.”
“You mustn't speak like this,” she
exclaimed, rising as though she was
distressed. “You are older than [ am.
And I don’t know that you are a brave
man. I have only your word for it.
Please don’t speak to me about this
again.”
The old man saw that he had gone
a little bit too far.
“Wait!” he said; “don’t be fright-
ened. I promise not to say a word
until we reach England. Before we
get there, if we bave a bit of rough
weather, I'll show you tLe sort of man
[ am. I should love a bit of-danger
for your sake.”
afraid .f the beast
It’s natural to them. But with
A man ought to
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LAVERY, doctor (said my
B friend, the third officer), isn’t
such a simple thing as you
think it. One man is brave in
one way, and another in a different
one. Often enough, that which is
called bravery is nothing more than
custom. You wouldn't go up on the
fore-royal-yard in half a gale to reef
sail, would you? Not rou! You'd be
afraid. Well, you might think me a
brave man because I would. But then
1d be afraid to cut a chap's leg off.
and you wouldn't.
That was what old Captain Hoskins,
whom I used to sail with, could never
understand. If a man was a bit ner-
vous about the sea, he used to look
down on him as all sorts of a coward.
But there came a day when he learned
better,
It happened when I was with him
in a three masted sailing ship called
the Arrow. We lay at Singapore,
alongside the Tanjong Fagan Wharf,
loading with a general cargo for Liv-
erpool. The principal object of that
cargo—or at least the one we took the
most aotice of—was a tiger that we
were shipping for Loadon. It lay in
a strong cage of wood and iron, with
a door in the front through which it
could be fed. It was a fine big brute,
and every time it stretched itself you
could see the muscles slipping over its
sides and the big, wicked looking
claws peeping out of the pads of its
feet in a way that made you very
thaa'.ful tor the bars. |
Wa had a passenger or two. One
of them was a young girl who went
by the name of Hilda Sandford. She
had been a governess in the family of
one of our agents out there, but the
climate hadn't suited her, and she had
to go home. She was coming with
us instead of by steamer because she
got her passuge for rothing and she
wasn’t too well off. Directly the cid
man set eyes on her trim figure and
the wealth of golden brown hair about
her head he was struck all of a heap,
so to speak, and I coula see that he
was promising himself a mighty pleas-
ant voyage.
The other passenger was a strange,
little, dried up man, who wore gold
pince-nez and kept peering about the
ship in a most uncomfortable way. He
gave his name as Mr. Hay—Professor
Hay, he called himself, though we
didn’t #ad out what he srofessed until
later. Of course, the tiger had its at-
tendant, but he berthed “orward.
An hour or two before we started
this Mr. Hay came up to the old man
and began asking him a lot of ques-
tions.
“Captain,” he said, nervously,
hope we sh.. i have a quiet passage.”
“J don't see why we shonldn’t,” said
Hoskins genially. ’
Mr. “ay looked up at the sky.
“There seems to be a good deal of
wind about,” he said.
“Pretty fair,” said Ifoskins. “That's
what’s going to take vs home. Not
being a steamer, we can't do without
it.”
“You're sure it’s safe?’ asked Hay.
“Safe!” says the oll man, getting
on his high horse, “safe! I'm sailing
this ship.”
The liti.e.man smil=4 ap-logetically.
“You will excuse me, captain,’ he
zaid, “I did ot mean any offence. The
fact is I am constituticnally nervous
on shipboard. It is a feeling that 1
have never been able to overcome.”
The old iran looked #¢ Lim with &
gort of good natured contempt.
“You've ne call fo he alarmed,” ae
said; “we'll take zou to England safe
enough.”
Mr. Hay smiled again and walked
off nto the waist, where we had fixed
up the tiger's cage. It seemed to have
a sor: of attraction for him, for he
rtood before it for at least a quarter
of an hour. Hoskins looked after him,
and then turned to Miss Sandford, who
was sitting near.
“Nice sort of a chap to have on a
ship,” lhe said. “A man like that
ought to stick to dry land.”
“Well, you know, I have a fellow
feeling for him, captain” she an-
swered; “I'm afraid of the sea my-
self.”
“Ah.” he said, “but you're
you see.
woman.
a man il's different.
be afraid of nothing.
“And are you afraid of nothing, cap-
tain?” she asked.
“Not 1,” said Hoskins. “You can
have the biggest storm ever hatched
“by the China seas and I'll thank yon
for, it. It brings out all the good in a
man.”
“It must be nice to be brave,” she
exclaimed.
“Oh, it’s all right when you're used
to it,” said Hoskins, modestly. “And
a brave man and a pretty woman are
two of (he finest sights in creation.
They ought always to be together.”
There was something in his tone that
made her blush. And though she said
she agreed with him, she took the first
opportunity of clearing off to another
part of the deck.
A bit of fear is all right in a |
For the next few days he went
about whistling for a wind, as though
{he wanted to send us all to Davy
Jones’ locker. 1 believe he would have
been glad of a typhoon just to show
his seamaurhip and his contempt for
danger. As for his seamauship, no one
ever questioned it; and as for ais con-
tempt for danger, he was to get his
chance all vight, though not quite in
the way he expected.
It was about a week alier his con-
versation with the girl that it came.
Hilda was sitting on the poopdeck
readin a book. ‘he old man wag
marching up and dow: with a quarter-
deck trot, casting glances at her think-
ing how pretty she was, when sudden-
ly he let ofc a howl thet would have
frightened an elephant and sprang into
the port mizzen riggizg. I wasn't far
off him at the time, and I looked at
him, wondering whether he had gone
mad. Then I saw what he had sceu,
ghrouds as quickly as he had -gone up
the port ones, The girl raised her
head and looked up at Hosking, and he
gaped down at her ard tried to shout,
But foi come time be could only make
faces,
“Look! Look!” he
“Come up the rigging,
loose!"
She spran_; to her fee’ ani. looked
about her, Not four yarus away from
her the tiger was playing with a coil
of rope, It was paylug no sort of at.
tention to her at the mowaent, but she
felt that it might take it into its head
to spring at her at any time. As she
stood she was cornered between the
stern of the ship and the cabin door.
There was nothing to be done but to
climb up the rigging. She tried, but
yelled at last.
the tiger is
and I went u) the starboard mizzen|
GOT
SMANGERS
FAME FOR VALOR
FRIEND AND HIS FAMILY,
Je33e530%
River, thirty-five years ago, was
the first step was too high, and she |
could not manage it. And when she |
realized that I thought ghe was going |
to faint.
Hoskins was just going down to give
her a hand, but at that moment the t-|
ger looked up and saw him, and gave
a kind of a roar. The old man stuck |
where he was then, and sort of shiv.
ered all over likgga jelly in a gale. As
for the girl, she went white all over,
and gave up herself for lost. And {
then—out of the cabin came Professor |
Hay.
He just took one ‘ook around and
saw the tiger. Then he picked up a|
broom that some one who had been |
washing decks had left leaning against
the deckhouse, and pushed at the tiger |
with it, looking it straight between the |
eyes. I'd heard of the power of the |
Luman eye before, but I had never be- |
lieved it until that afternoon. He kept
walking forward, pushing the beast
gently before Lim right into the waist
and back into the cage. When he had
it safely fastened in, he came astern
again, looking not in the least bit ex-
cited or worried, and put the broom
carefully back into its place. The girl
was looking hard at him, and her eyes
were shining, and he didn’t seem to be
aware of it. Hoskins had come down
the rigging and was looking a trifle
ashamed of himself. He hadn’t known
it was so easy to push tigers into
their cages with a broom, or Le might
have had a try at it. After a bit he
spook up.
“That was a fine bit of work, sir,”
he said. ‘If I hadn't seen it I couldnt
have believed it.”
“Oh, it's nothing,” said the professor.
“It's my business. I tame wild ani-
mals.”
After that he seemed to dismiss the
whole subject from his mind, and
went down into the cabin. But I saw
him, later in the evening, talking to
that girl, and he must have had some-
thing important to say to her, for when
the old man met her the next mora-
ing and began making excuses for him-
self, she cut him short.
“Captain,” she said, “do you remem-
ber advising me to marry a brave
man?”
“I do,” said Hoskins, a bit puzzled.
“well,” she said, softly, “he asked
me yesterday; and I'm going to take
your advice.”
Which shows you, doctor, that brav-
ery is very much a matter of custom.
As for poor old Hoskins, we had mill-
pond weather the whole way home,
and he didn’t even have a chance to
show himself.—The Sketch.
WILD GEESE ON MIGRATION.
How the Old Leader Gathers and Starts
Them on Their Journey.
At the end of March or during the
first week in April all the gray geese
in the Outer Hebrides collect in one
place before taking their departure for
their nesting haunts within the Arctic
Circle.
To estimate their numbers is impos-
sible, says the London Mail, and to be-
hold this vast concourse of geese is one
of the sights of a lifetime. The vast
host of birds stands packed together
in a huge phalanx till the king of the
grayleg starts the flight. As the old
leader ascends 100,000 voices salute
him, but none stirs till from overhead
he gives the call for his subjects to
follow him.
Some fifty birds rise in the air and
follow him, and as they go gradually
assume the wedgelike formation, with
three single birds in a string at the
apex of the triangle, and in a few min-
utes are out of sight. Yhen they have
been fairly started the king returns,
and after a few minutes’ rest he rises
into the air again, and the same pro-
cess is gone through before he leads
off: another batch:
Again and again he returns until all
are gone but 300 old veterans, which
rise to meet him in the air as he flies
back to them. Then, with their sov-
reign at their head, these also wing
their way toward the Pole, not to re-
turn until the following October.
It Was His Only Tie.
One morning, as Mark Twain re
turned from a neighborhood morning
call, sans necktie, his wife met him
at the door with the exclamation:
“There, Sam, you have been over to
the Stawes’ again without a necktie!
It's really disgraceful the way you
neglect your dress!”
Her husband said nothing, but went
up to his room.
A few minutes later his neighbor—
Mrs. S.—was summoned to the door
by a messenger, who presented her
with a small box neatly done up. She
opened it and found a black silk neck.
tie, accompanied by the following note:
“Flere is a necktie. Take it out and
look at it. I think I stayed half an
hour this morning. At the end of that
time will you kindly return it, as it is
the only one I have?—Mark Twain."—
Ladies’ Home Journal.
District Attorney Jerome, of New
| a grove near the Rio Grande
camped a body of fifty men in the
loose uniform of the Texas
Rangers, says a writer in the Chicago
Record-Herald. The grove was about
half a mile in diameter, and nearly
circular. The rangers sought rest after
a fruitless search for bands of Apaches
known to be on both sides of the
river. It was customary for the
rangers and the Mexican rurals to help
each other when near the border line.
The rangers were a stalwart, bronzed
and hardy set of men, of intelligent
face and quiet in conversation and
manners. They were maintained by
the State to suppress internal disorder
and repel external invasion; they were
selected from the better class of citi-
zens who were endowed with civie
virtues and governed by patriotic pur-
poses. Long service had given them
the mastery of every kind of warfare
with the desperate, lawless and pitiless
Indian. Their discipline was perfect,
either in camp or field. They were
equipped in picturesque garb and
armed most effectively, as taught by
experience;
Each man carried a huge bowie knife
for close fighting, a carbine for range
fighting, two six-shooters each and a
saber for the charge, and they were
more expert in the use of these
weapons than any other body of men
living. Great care was shown in the
choice of their horses, for they were
invaluable in service and in fact, made
the rangers’ work on the vast plains
of Texas possible. Speed, endurance
and courage, with intelligence, were
the qualities of the steed, which under
kind training, made the soldier and
horse a modern Centaur and irresisti-
ble against the wild tribes of the West.
Each man held twelve lives in his
holsters, one in his carbine, and all who
came within the deadly lunge of the
knife or sweep of the saber perished.
So prepared and arrayed for stirring
adventures and ruthless war, the
ranger went forth as the knight errant
of a boundless domain to protect and
defend life, liberty and property de-
pendent upon his chivalric mission,
against legions of the cruelest foes
that ever cursed any portion of the
human race.
SLAYING WOMEN AND CHILDREN
Around the grove from the river to
the staked plains on the north was a
level prairie extending far and wide
into Texas and Mexico, the abiding
place of many primitive homes and
more pretentious and wealthy ranches.
A great horde of Apaches in their an-
nual August foray were slaying, burn-
ing and driving away women, young
girls and boys, while infants and chil-
dren too feeble for flight to the moun-
tain villages of the invaders were at
once slain without mercy. This hellish
work was going on in old Mexico some
miles west of the river. There was
much less hard fighting and more
plunder here than in Texan territory.
And thus the red fiends reveied to sur-
feit in their saturnalia of crime, with
none to oppose but the helpless victims.
The rurales were in hiding or. hunting
for the rangers to help them.
At midnight, after the second day of
encampment, a vaquero was brought
in by a guard to Major Wiard, the
officer in command. He told a most
distressful tale of attack upon the
ranch of Don Morales Eleardo, his
master, a rich Mexican of aristocratic
lineage, his family of wife, boy of
twelve years and beautiful daughter,
the Senorita Dolores. It was vigorous-
ly defended by the owners and sixty
vaqueros against an overwhelming
NEW YORK A CITY OF ISLANDS
Some of Them Mere Dots, Others as Big as
Separate Citles.
No large city of the world has so
many - islands. within its municipal
boundaries as New York, says the Sun,
of that city. Some of these islands are
mere dots. Others are large enough
to have almost the dimensions of cities.
Governor's Island, with an area of
seventy acres, is the property of the
Federal Government, and is assessed
at $3,600,000 by the city, which is $80,-
p00 an acre, and, as land values go
within New York, that figure is low.
Blackwell Island, which covers 124
acres, is valued at $12,000,000, which is
at the rate of nearly $97,000 an acre.
Ward’s Island is valued at $9,000,000
and Randall's at $5,000,000. North
Brother Island is valued at $220,000,
Riker's Island at $337,000 and Hart's
Island at $350,000.
The most important of the islands in-
cluded within the boundaries of the
yreater New York is, of course, Man-
hattan Island. the value of which Is
practically incalculable. It is at least
$3,000,000,000; how much morz is con-
jectural.
The Borough of Brooklyn includes
Coney Island. The whole of the Bor-
ough of Richmond is an island, an isl-
and valued by the city for tax purposes
at about $30,000,080. The area of Sta-
ten Island is 36,600 acres, which is al-
most three times the size of Manhattan.
York, pleads guilty to three weal
nesses—candy eating, cooking strange
dishes and making furniture,
The .aborers in the rice fieids of Italy
live on less than seven cents a day.
| Meat and fresh vegetab es they never
see.
HARDY FRONTIERSMEN SAVE THE LIVES
Were Besieged by ApacheseecIncident of
Warlike Tribes Burned, Plllaged and Slew.
38¢38tEISE3%E Satietieriet iets
OF A MEXICA
the Frontier When
otietletIREIe et nie tet atin int se:
body of red devils, who had burned
the corral and outbuildings, but the
stone ranch house and high, thick sur.
rounding walls resisted. The vaquero,
being away with a drove of horses,
had not hurried into the ranch and
kept beyond the reach of the redskins
until the idea struck him to find the
rurales. In doing this le blundered
into the grove.
The romantic feature of this tale of
war is involved in the fact that the
Major and his brother officers had
often visited the home of the don and
enjoyed his hospitality. The Mexican
dons are noted for their genial and
generous freedom in social life to
Americans of the higher grade.
The deadly peril aroused the officers
and men to instant action. The
trumpet call of boots and saddles
brought promptly the squadron into
form for advance. They knew not che
number of their enemies nor cared for
consequences; the only thought and
ery of that superb band of heroic men
was “To the rescue!” And they sped
onward over the dry bed of the river
across the prairie to the scene of con-
flict. The light of burning buildings
indicated the locality through the dark-
ness ten miles in the distance. In less
than an hour the rangers were within
hearing of yells, shouts and wild war
cries, and, halting here, they formed
for the attack, resting their horses for
a spell after the swift ride.
The Apaches were all unconscious of
danger and mad with the excitement
of battle and its changing fortunes, for
the gallant don and his men still held
the rugged walls of the ranch house,
while the frenzied savages in hundreds
raged around and assaulted with horse
and foot time'after time, but they were
always baffled and driven back in im-
potent fury. Yet numbers must at last
prevail, other things being equal. The
don and his force were fighting with
despair in their hearts, while laying a
mine of powder to blow everything
into the heavens as a final escape from
capture, torture and a fate worse than
death, when a trumpet blast sounded
the charge of the Texas Rangers.
Every living thing along the border
line far and near had heard those ring-
ing and terrible notes of coming bat-
tle. It sounded like a voice from the
skies to the despairing Mexicans and a
warning of direful wrath from their
angry gods to the panic:stricken
Apaches. They knew the exterminat-
ing power of their awful foe by many
a deadly trial. Confused, dazed and
scattered in groups, they were strutk
as by a thunderbolt in that cyclonie
charge that passed over and through
them as the besom of destruction,
leaving in its wake dead, dying and
wounded in heaps and fragments here
and there upon the field.
Forming anew like lightning, the
rangers cut lines of carnage through
their helpless foes again and again, un-
til they were tired of the harvest for
the grave, and paused, reformed and
rested on their horses until the fugitive
remnants escaped upon the plains and
in the nearest mountain ranges. It
was a fearful visitation upon the
Apaches and long remembered in joy
and peace by the Mexican people in
those regions exposed to the murderous
raids of the mountain tribes.
It was a heavenly redemption to
Don Morales and his family, for it res-
cued them from the valley and shadow
of death that followed in the footsteps
of captivity by the vilest, cruelest and
most barbarous race of Indians on the
continent of North America.—J, Hild-
rup.
VAST SPREAD OF TELEPHONES
Increased in United States in Two Years
Over 1,000,000.
Over a million more telephones were
In use in the United States/at the be-
ginning of 1905 than two years'before;
according to a report just issued by the
Census Office. In round numbers there
were-2,815,000 in the country at the end
of 1902 and 3,400,000 at the beginning
of 1905. That this country is far
ahead of Europe is told by figures
showing Europe's entire equipment
January 1, 1905, to have been less than
1,500,000, less than Lalf the number in
the United States. an
There were over 5,000,000,000 ‘phone
calls in 1902, of which nearly 121,000,
000 were “long distance.” Ohio led in
the number of messages, although there
were more “long-distance” messages
over Pennsylvania telephones than in
any other State. San I'rancisco, with
a telephone for each nine persons, was
the best equipped city.
The report speaks of the effect ‘of
the telephone in reducing or checking
the amount of telegraph business. It
says the rates of the two systems for
medium distances do not differ great:
ly, and for very long distances they are
overwhelmingly in favor of the tele:
graph, if the message be taken as a
unit. But, if the number of words ex:
changed be taken into account, as well
as the time required for getting inte
communication, the telegraph is at a
disadvantage.
Norway exported about 68,000,000
pounds of fresh cod and more than
half that amount of salt cod last year.
Ip —
FRENCH JOURNAL
-— ——
Powerful, Entertain!
Literary Merit,
All France is centred in Parls, and
the Parisian newspaper is the gossip of
the world for the provinces. A few .
srovincial newspapersoutside the great
gay city have attained success, and
they are often fully equal to distine-
tion, but in the farthest corner of
France the Parisian news-sheet may
be found carefully put away for peru-
sal in a lelsure moment, and is part of
the literature of miner, farmer and
tradesmen. It is in most cases good
literature, too, for every writer of note
in France uses its columns to treat of
art, books or polities, or to run a story
gerlally, and it is often fully equal to
the best of our magazines.
It caters to two sets of people within
Paris itself, those who go to their
newspaper in the morning for the se-
rious business of the day, and the peo-
ple on the Boulevard anxious to be
amused as well as informed, and the
result is that the evening paper is by
far the more popular, since the French-
man can leisurely unfold it at his cafe,
or chat about it to his friends after
business hours. It oddly bears the
date of the following day, not the date
of the day of issue, at the top of the
page.
Often the reader will buy a certair
sheet because a writer of note daily
signs a certain article, and this has
created In France a unique type of
journal that may be properly called a
one-man newspaper, a pecuilar Pari-
sian institution that dates from the day
of Rochefort, who found himself black-
listed, to use an American term, by the
whole French press becguse of his po-
litical views, and was forced to start
a newspaper of his own. With the evi-
dence of power of some gifted individ.
ual, capital eagerly centres around his
pen, and he becomes a national figure
Lively, and
who may attain political fame with a "*-
rapidity strange to the foreign specta-
tor. The more fearless a thinker he
proves himself to be, the more likely
he is to gather about himself a “set”
that will follow his lead in any na-
tional emergency.
A newspaper with the American fea-
ture of giving extended telegraphic
news has been issued by an enterpris-
ing American, and has found a place.
There is, however, enough of the busi- _
ness spirit among French journdlists
to keep the Parisian newspaper thor-
oughly up to date, and the foreign
methods of handling news are studied
and copied.
Curiously enough Paris has produced
a paper, La Fronde, which is managed,
edited and composed by women. It has
obtained quite a circulation and con-
tinues to hold its own. i
Penny papers have gained a foothold |
and the time is not far distant when a
Parisian, like the newspaper reader
everywhere, will question the wisdom
of paying two or three sous for news
that is given with equal completeness
by the cheaper papers. Custom alone
has kept up the higher price.
In investigating the success of the
really great French newspapers, one
soon discovers the overshadowing im-
portance of the literary qualities of
the chief editor. He must in addition
have a thorough knowledge of world
politics, must read several languages,
and be ready to adequately meet a po-
litical emergency. When he is power:
ful enough he can and has affeeted tre<
mendous revolutions. He may some-
times be a charlatan, but while clever-
ness may hold the boulevard readers
for an hour, it cannot be pretentious
in the face of the political changes
which France is undergoing. Editors
are familiar figures on the floor of the
Chamber of Deputies, and they have
been a notable part of every Cabinet.
No paper that is not Republican ean
count on a great circulation in Paris.
There are, however, a few’ newspapers
of different shades belonging to the
monarchical parties that find a fanati-
cal following. Catholicism also bas its
hearing in these days of struggle be-
tween the Church and the French
State. Foreign governments have their
subsidized press in Paris, and are able
to prejudice the masses when a foreign
controversy is on the horizon.
The Pillager Indisns. .
A long, deep, clear and very jo
body of water called Burntside Lake,
north of Lake Superior, near the Ca-
nadian boundary, contains, among oth-
.er 100 beautiful islands, a certain
sunny islet that is of great interest to
the archaeologist.
These islands and waters constitute
the hereditary home of the Pillager
Indians, who are pagans. * * * One
of these islands (known as Flower
Island) is, as it has been for genera-
tions, the seat of the Pillager kings.
On it sleep, according to tribal tradi-
tion, over fifty successive Pillager
rulers, the ancestors of the present
chief or king, who, he says, must have
reigned an average of thirty or forty
years each, as he himself has been y
chief for more than half a century.
Think of a dynasty extending over a
period of perhaps twenty centuries!
The more modern graves are carefully
roofed with cedar bark, which, when
kept dry and away from the earth, is
almost imperishable. The very ancient
graves have been essentially obliter-
ated by the ravages of the elements.
At the head of each of the traceable
graves is carved the peculiar heraldic
insignia of the king who sleeps be-
neath, and above him are placed re-
ceptacles for the mah-no-min (wild
rice), fish, berries and other food which
are brought annually by the related
members of the tribes tc appease, as
they suppose, the hunger of the depart-
ed.—Frank Abial Flower, in Records of
the Past.
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other canaries as singers. One has
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