Mr. Gladstone is the freshest, live
liest, most thoroughly up-to-date
••back number" existing in the world
to-day.
The number of unmarried women '
in England and Wales exceeds tho
number of unmarried men by nearly
200,000.
Germany aud Spain are now con
nected by a submarine cable 1250
miles long the ends of which are at
Emdeu and Vigo. It is the first
link in a series of lines to be extended
to Brazil and tho United States by
way of the Azores.
Tho death is recorded in England at
the age of at least sixteen of an ant
(not aunt) of Sir John Lubbock. This
large black insect, whose name was
Methuselah, was brought home to
England years ago by that celebrated
naturalist, aud by him studied to great
advantage. Its home was in a cosy
glass house on tho scientist's desk.
The widow of a stage driver who was
killed by a tree falling upon him
while driving by in South Vancouver,
British Columbia, sued the town for
815,000 damages, and a sympathizing
jury, after a three days' trial, has
awarded her SIO,OOO, tho claim being
that the tree was known to be danger
ous, and should have beeu cut down.
Cologne has been celebrating tho
carnival by a historical aud artistic
procession arouud the Cathedral, in
cluding young women who represented
St. Ursula and her 11,000 virgins, the
town tower and the mercenaries em
ployed by the archbishops when they
were secular princes. It is asserted
that the carnival has been held at
Cologne since pro-Christian times and
that it is tho direct representative o?
the Roman Saturnalia.
It is said that "horror parties" are
now the rage in Missouri. We do not
know just what sort of entertainments
these are, comments tho New York
Observer, but we huve an impression
that this "horror" business is being
overdone, both in daily journalism
and in general literature. Tragedies
are not proper aliment for the mind,
whicli was never meant to live on that
sort of food. It is high time that a
healthier state of public opinion on
this subject was assiduously cultivated.
Ton million dollars moro is to bo
givou by Baroness do Hirsch for tho
benefit of the poor Hebrews ia this
country, and especially in the City of
New York. The fund will bo especially
devoted to improving the conditions
of those in tho quarter where they are
so closely crowded as to make it al
most a ghetto and providing model
suburban homes. These, and tho
various schools and other plans of
benevolence, will, like all Hebrew
charities, be under tho best manage
ment, and need to lie. V
Tho youngest president of a ropub
lio is undoubtedly Jacob G. Smith,
who is not yet in his seventeenth
year. It must bo said, however, that
the dominion over which President
Smith rules is tho George Junior Re
public, of Freeville, N. Y., which has
clone much in tho way of teaching
young waifs and criminals the mean
ing of government and law. Jacob
Smith was an expert thief and the ter
ror of his neighborhood when he came
to the Republic, but he immediately
began to reform, showing an excep
tional desire to acquire knowledge.
He has been a model boy in every re
spect sinco then and now is a member
of the Methodist Church, in which he
conducts a Sunday-school class. By
industry and economy he managed to
save enough money to take his younger
brothers out of tho slums end has al
ready mado one of them self-support
ing. "Jake," as ho is familiarly
known, has held every office in the
gift of the Republic.
The editor of the Christian Observer
of Lonisville, Ky., has had a canvass
made of the churches of that city,
with a view of ascertaining how many
attendants they have, the number of
members and the number added in
1896. Eighty-four churohes report a
membership of 25,423. Tho attend
ftuce at the morning service of eighty
seven churches is 14,588; of eighty
five churches at evening service, 10,-
483,0f eighty-four churches at Sunday
school, 13,829; of fifty-tree churches
at prayer meeting, 2207. The number
of men who joined fifty-four churches,
last year was 489; tho number of per
sons of both sexes who joined soventy
chnrches tho same year was 2337,
From the returns of seating capacity
it would appear that tho evangelical
churches for whites have room for
about ono-fourth of the population of
the city. It is stated that seventy
per cent of the white population of
Lonisville over twelve years of age,
ere not church members.
BITTER AND SWEET.
i Tho apple that srrows tho hlgb' "t 19 the best
upon the tree;
The rose that is most fragrant always has
the sharpest thorn:
The pearl that is the purest lies within the
deepest sea,
And the deeds that live tho longest are of
hardest efforts born!
The love that's won too lightl}* is not treas
ured as a gem;
The words that tlow too freely never have
the greatest weight;
Man appreciates his blessings if he has to
strive for them,
But he never knows their value if they're
passed up on a plate.
—Cleveland Leader.
A NARROW ESCAPE.
last time I had
y* ffl seen Charlie Rudge
-jfll was years ago, when
him good
e on the platform
°f the station of the
J* little town where
wo both lived, and
he had shouted as
"" Y away that he would
v V\ write in the course
J °f a Jay or two. I
remembered him
well—a seedy look
ing figure in a well-worn brown over
coat, a rather dirty collar round his
throat, and an old topper that had
done duty for many a rainy day, and
was past ironing. A merry-hearted,
good-natured fellow was Rudge; ever
empty of pocket and open of heurt;
rather weak-minded, and easily im
posed upon.
He never kept his promise of writ
ing, and for eight veurs I had heard
nothing of him, when, not long ago, a
rap came at my door, and in came
Charlie Rudge, exclaiming:
"Hullo, old chap, how are you?"
"Rudge! Why, who on earth would
have thought of seeing you?"
"Didn't know you were in town,
old boy, or I'd have come before. Saw
your name in some paper tho other
day and your address. So here I am."
As wo talked over old times I ob
served him curiously. Just tho same
old Rudge, with the addition of a
beavy moustache. His hat was exactly
like tho same old topper, very napless;
his collar might have been tho iden
tical one ho had ou when I last saw
him, while his shirt front and frock
coat were rivaling each other in de
crepit old age. I asked him to lunch.
At first ho could not stay, having a
most. important engagement in the
city, where ho was about, it appeared,
to preside over a board of directors.
Tho same old liar ! Afterward he re
lented and did stuy, saying the meet
ing could wait.
We talked of many things. He had
apparently tried most occupations and
mastered none. Now he was on cer
tain company promoting schemes,
which, he said, was risky work, as he
had to chauco losing largo sums of
money. I glanced at his shabby coat!
Where was he living? At Brixton,
and I must go over and dino with him
on Thursday evening. I really must.
"Got bachelor diggings, don't you
know, old chap, and we'll have a rare
old time of it."
So I accepted. Then he told me ho
was engaged to a "fine girl, old chap.
Awfully lucky fellow to got her. When
am I going to be married? Not quite
sure, but between you and me, I fancy
I shall make a stroke of luck soon, and
then—oh, I say, you shall bo 'best
man' you must. Ainy'il bo delighted.
She's a splendid girl. Money? Oh,
she's a bit down ou her luck now.
Clever girl, though. Does typewrit
ing—well, I must say good bye now.
Don't forgot Thursday, old chap."
On Thursday I went over to Brixton,
and after considerable wandering
reached a small back street and
knocked at a dingy door, which was
opened by a slatternly looking woman,
who showed me into a room where
mine host awuited me. A curtain
hung across this room, barely conceal
ing a bed and washstund.
"How are you, old chap? Hope
you don't mind small diggings, but
they're awfully comfortable. Just one
room, you Fee ; I find it handier than
having a separate bedroom—no fag
going from one room to the other.
We'll have supper in a trice. Hope
you don't mind a cold collation?"
The "cold collation" shortly revealed
itself upon a grimy table cloth, and
consisted of small meager slices of
cold beef, a bottle ot mixed pickles,
some bread and about three ounces of
cheese.
"Mrs. Wilkins," cried Rudge, as
that inestimable personage was leaving
the room after having laid the above
banquet and scattering some knives
and forks promiscuously upon the
table, "we shall want some coffee,
please. Would you kindly get us
some. You'll have some, won't you,
old chap?"
I nodded. Mrs. Wilkins stood with
her arms akimbo and scowled.
"Where's the money, Mister Rudge ?"
"Oh, certainly, certainly, Mrs.
Wilkins. Why, dear me, 'pon my soul
I haven't got anything less than a
sovereign"—Mrs. Wilkins sniffed.
"Eh? Well, if you don't mind lend
ing me a shilling, old boy. Thanks
awfully."
Rudge did the honors of tho meal
in truly aristocratic style. He became
exceedingly confiding:
"Now, old chap, I'm going to tell
you a secret aud put you on to a good
thing in tho bargain. I've chummed
up lately with a follow named Mars
worth, who's an awfully clover chap
' and up to all sorts of tips. Well, he's
got one or two of us to go shares with
f him in a grand scheme. I'm not at
, liberty to tell you exactly what it is,
but it's a big affair. He knows moro
about tho ins and outs of company
promoting than I do, and he's just
started a syndicate for booming the
thing, nnd if you want a good' Invest
ment, 1 think I can say it will pay you
nearly cent for cent; at any rate,
Marsworth says it ought to. I wouldn't
tell any one else, but for the sake of
eld times I've given you the tip."
Somehow my soul did not yearn for
this tip, and I gave Rudge distinctly
to understand, and urged this point
emphatically, that I was absolutely
short of spare cash.
"Well," he said, "I'm sorry, for
you might have made a good thing
out of it. But let me tell you some
thing else. Marsworth's put me on as
secretary, and this morning he came
to mo in rather away; he'd made
some technical mistake—just a little
legal slip, or something—and there
was only one way out of it—the signa
tures of the directors to some docu
mout or other; I never bother about
these things, you know. He'd got one
man to sign, and he wanted my name.
Then he could raise capital at once,
and he's promised us both a hundred
pounds on Saturday. Did I sign?
Rather, my boy."
"But, is it all right?"
"Oh, Mr. Marsworth's safe as nails,
and as honest as the day. He's been
awfully nice to me all along."
"Well, I shouldn't touch that
money "
"Not touch it? Won't I, though !
And I've had 200 shares allotted to mo
free, besides the post of secretary, and
soon, old fellow, you'll have to be
'best man,' for I'm going to have the
banns put up on Sunday week."
A few days after this I met Rudge
in the city. He was smartly dressed
and told me that Marsworth bad given
him the money, and also that he had
sold some of his shares for £OO that
morning, "as a favor to a pal of mine,
old chap." Then about a week after
ward I had a letter from him saying
he had taken a house and fixed the day
of the wedding.
Some few days had elapsed. It was
past midnight, aud I was just think
ing of retiring, being the only one
up in the house, when a knock came
to the door. I carefully withdrew the
bolt and latch. A man with his coat
collar turned up, a multler over his
face, and a hat slouched down over his
eyes dashed in, almost knocking me
down. For a moment I was staggered,
and then made a rush for the in
truder.
"Hush! For heaven's sake shut the
door!"
It was Rudge! I shut and bolted
the door.
"What do you want?"
"Let me come into your study,
please."
I took him there, and he threw him
self into u chair, exclaiming:
"I'm a hunted man. For the sake
of our friendship, don't betray me. I
swear I'm innocent."
"What's the matter, Rudge?"
"Marsworth I Forgery and embez
zlement !"
I bean to see daylight.
"What, has he turned out a fraud?"
"Yes; aud worse than that. I'm in
it, too. Thcro's a warrant out against
me."
The poor fellow began to sob bit
terly, aud by degrees it all came out.
Marsworth had used him and the other
man as tools, neither of them having
the slightest idea what was really hap
pening. Marsworth had known that
the crash must come, and had pro
vided for it. He was nowhere to be
found. The other man had been ar
rested, and Rudge had escaped by the
skin of his teeth aud come to me. I
saw he was more sinned against than
sinning, aud I gave him my solemn
promise that I would assist him in es
caping out of the country. The poor
fellow had been honest about it, aud
had actually sent tho hundred pounds
to tho Public Prosecutor, having, he
told me, some £B7 loft out of tho £OO
he had received for the now worthless
shares, and with which he determined
to get to America, feeling euro the
friend who had bought them would
not grudge the money.
"But," said I, "you'll never get
abroad. "They'll look for you at tho
docks sooner than anywhere. Be
sides, you're not easily disguised."
"That's true,"he said; "and they've
got my photo, I'm afraid."
Rudge had a very striking profile,
his nose being a most prominent fea
ture.
"Look here," I exclaimed; "your
best plan is to make for the Conti
nent. How about going to Antwerp
or Holland, and getting a passage to
America on a North Gorman Lloyd?"
"Ah, that's a good thought. We'll
decide to morrow."
I gave him a shake-down for the
night and kept him concealed in my
study next day, taking in his meals
myself. He wrote a letter to his
fiance, whom I promised to see next
day, aud then we decided that he
should take the 8.30 p. m. train from
Liverpool street to Harwich. He
shaved off his mustache and stained
his eyebrows, and I managed to get
him a black wig. But nothing sufficed
for that profile of his, and I warned
him to beware of exposing his face
too much. I also managed to rig him
out in some other clothes, and I gave
him a bag and sundry requisites.
"Now," I said, "I shall come down
and see you off, so that I can go and
tell Miss Saunders you are safe. But
as soon as we get to Liverpool street
we'll separate. Do not take any
further notice of mc. Go first class
—it's only a few shillings more ; get
in the carriage at once and sit on the
further side, reading a newspaper un
til tho train starts."
He promised to observe all these
precautions carefully, and in due time
I found myself hanging about the
platform at Liverpool street, appar
ently studying the boat train, but
really keeping my eyes fixed on a par
ticular compartment wherein sat
Rudge. As luck would have it there
were few passengers that evening and
he had the compartment to bimsefi.
The whistle sounded, the train began
to move out of the station, and 1 was
'.congratulating myself that all had
gone well, when I saw Rudge deliber
ately change his seat for the ono
nearest the platform, exposing his
profile as he did so. At tho same in
stant a tall, well dressed individual,
who had been lounging about the
platform, made a rush for the car
riage. Rudge, catching sight of him,
darted back.
"Stand away theire!" shouted a
porter, catching a man by the arm,
just as he was about to board the
train.
"You fool!" cried the man, "I'm
a police officer. I should have nabbed
him if it hadn't been for yon."
"Very sorry, sir," said the porter.
"But yon cau telegraph."
"Thank you for nothing," said the
detective, as be turned and rushed to
the telegraph office.
"Where will they catch him?" I
asked the porter.
"At Harwick, sir. The train doesn't
stop till then."
I went to sec Miss Saunders next
morning, introducing myself as
Rudge's friend, and found her quite
broken-hearted, nnd yet just a little
bit hopeful at the idea that he had
escaped. With deep pity for her I
was obliged to tell her what had hap
pened. It was the last stroke of grief
for her, and she burst into tears. In
vain I tried to cheer her with the hope
that he might have escaped, after all.
"No, no. I'm sure they've got him,
and ho'll go to prison. Oh, you don't
think he is a criminal, do you?"
"No, Miss Saunders ; he's only very
weak. But he will have to suffer if he
is taken, and you must cheer him by
promising to be faithful to him."
"Oh, 1 will. I am content to wait
if it comes to the worst."
I left her promising to see her again
in a few days. As I went home I
bought an evening paper, and the first
thing on which my eye lighted was
the following:
THE MARSWOKTH FRAUDS.
Strange Disappearance of the Man Rudge.
Last evening just as the 8.30 train from
Liverpool street to Harwich was moving out
of the station. Detective Inspector Brett
suddenly rocognized Rudge, one of tho men
who is "wanted" in connection with the
Marsworth frauds, seated alone in a first
class compartment. Tho inspector was too late
to enter the train, but at once wired to Har
wich, and on the train arriving there a force
of police in plain clothes were ready waiting
to arrest the criminal. Htrange to say, how
ever, although the train was carefully
searched no trace of him was discovered. As
there had been no stop between Liverpool
street aud Harwich itistupposed that the
unfortunate man must have jumped from his
carriage in desperation. Nothiug has since
been heard of him, however, and the affair
remains a mystory.
"Poor Rudge!" I sighed, as it
dawned upon me that perhaps ho was
lying crushed and mangled somewhere
along the line. I was terribly upset
and only hoped that Miss Saunders
would not get hold of the paper.
The next evening the postman
brought me a letter with a French
stamp and a Paris postmark, and tho
direction written in the sprawling fist
of Rudge! I hastily tore it open, aud
read as follows:
Dear Old Chap: Just a lino to tell you that
I'm neither dead nor in prison. How you
must have been wondering what had becomo
of mc! I saw you noticed the detective had
spotted me. What a fool I was to move—and
I wondered how on earth I should escape,
for I guessed they would be waiting for mo
at Harwich. At llrst I thought of risking it
• and jumping, but suddenly a bright idea
struck me. 1 knew that, although tne car
riage I was in did not stop before wo reached
Harwich, that I had once traveled by this
very train to Ipswich, and on puzzling it out
I remembered that there was a "clip coach"
in the rear which is "slipped" at Colchester,
aud afterward runs on to Ipswich. If I could
got on board that coach I should bo safe,
and I made up my inind to try it. I opened
the door and got out on the footboard and
started on my journey to the rear of the
train. And it was a journey! I had to creep
aloug three carriages, nnd wo were going at
a good speed; then I had to duck my head
as I pissed the windows, lest people should
see me, and I was particularly careful at the
guard's van. At last I found myself on the
footboard of tho last coach, aud, to my joy,
discovered an *mpty compartment. We were
slipped at Colchester, anil I managed to
evade the ticket collector, got a bed for the
night, ran up to town the next inoruing,
risking discovery, caught the 11 a. ra. boat
train from Charing Cross, and hero I am!
I am off to Hamburg to-morrow, aud shall
take passage from there to America. I have
written to tell Miss Saunders I am safe, and
you shall both iiear from rno again as soon
as I reach America. With everlasting thanks,
yours ever, CHARLES H. RUDGE.
This is the true history of Radge's
marvelous escape. He reached Amer
ica and gladdened tho heart of his
lianceo by getting an appointment
there—of course, under another name.
Miss Saunders was talking of going
out to him, but I have just heard that
Marsworth is taken, and has made cer
tain confessions that olear Rudge and
the other man from all share in the
frauds, except that of being Mars
worth's dupes. So I arn in hopes that
all will be right yet. —Pearson's Week
Danger in Postage Stamps.
One of the newest diseases is the
"postage stamp tongue." The credit
of discovering it is due to a Loudon
physician. It appears that the mucil
age itself is injurious, and thut,
further, it is an excellent cultivating '
medium for germs of the worst char- |
aefcer. In the ailment called "postage
stamp tongue" the latter becomes sore
and covered with red spots. A bad
sore throat is likely to follow if great
care is not taken. Apart from the
specific disease of the tongue, any
oontagious disease may bo acquired
through the medium of maoilage.
Never lick a postage stamp with your
tongue, say the physicians. It shows
a great lack of cleanliness and hygie
nic knowledge.
The Jungfrau Railroad.
The proposed railway up the famous
Swiss peak, Juugfrau, is about to be
commenced. Its maximum gradient
will be one in fonr and the sharpest
curve of 328 feet radius. Tho power
will be supplied by turbines with au
available force of 4500 horse power.
Electro motors will be used for trac
tion purposes. The total length of the
road w:!l be 7.G miles, the total rise
being 0555 feet.
THE FIELD OF ADVENTURE.
THRILLING INCIDENTS AND DAR
ING DEEDS ON LAND AND SEA.
Chased by a Hand of Sioux Indians-
Keeper's Nerve When a Lioness
Hot Loose.
THE real "Deadwood Dick,"
otherwise Dick Clark, laugh
ingly repudiates most of the
deeds and adventures attri
buted to him by the dollar a-mile dime
novelists, but is willing to admit that
he has been in some pretty tight places,
and is duly thankful that he lives to
tell the tale. Clark is in the employ
ment of theF., E. and M. V. Railway
Company, at Whitewood, and now
goes about a daily routine, utterly de
void of romantic features, but if prop
erly approached he is not averse to
"spinning a yarn" about the days
when he was an r.dventurous boy,
scouting fjr Uncle Sam. He gives the
story of his most thrilling experience
us follows:
"The tightest pinch I was ever in
was in the spring of '73, on a ride
from Fort Pembina to Fort Stephen
son, away up North. 'Jimmy from
Cork,' a well known scout of those
days, had the ride to make, and in
vited me to go along, with the assur
ance, however, that it would be at the
risk of my scalp.
"It was lovely weather when we
started, and wo had a pleasant, un
eventful trip to within a couple of
days' ride of the Missouri. Jimmy
was jolly company, always telling
stories and cracking jokes, like the
happy-go-lucky Irishman ho was. He
was not only good company, but he
wusagood man to have with you in a
scrimmage, lor, although he was a lit
tle chap, he was strong and wiry and
was totally devoid ot fear.
"One evening, a couple of days be
fore we expected to reach the river,
we had stopped to cam}), and had tne
horses picketed out and the tire going
for supper, when Jimmy suddenly laid
his ear to the ground, then looked up
and remarked quietly : 'lnjuns, Dick !
Get th* horse, an' bo quick, too, i'r
we've got t' roide f'r ut!'
"Wo didn't have much of a start,
for by the time we got into the saddle
they were within rifle shot of us. As
soon as ho was mounted Jimmy, who
was a splendid marksman, drew a bead
on the foremost red and 'got' him—
and for a moonlight shot from the
back of a nervous horse 1 thought it
was pretty good. Then we tlew, with
the bullets pelting all around us.
"Our objective point was a place
known to Jimmy as the 'Dog's Den,'
about sixty miles from where the reds
Hushed us; and the question was
uppermost all the time, Cau we make
it? Well, to make a long story short,
we did make it, running right through
another bunch of Sioux to get there,
just as wo began to think ourselves
safe. Jimmy shot one red's pony, and
was hit on the leg himself; but it
wasn't much more than a scratch. His
horse was grazed on the llauk by the
same bullet.
"We were mighty glad to get into
the 'Dog's Den,' which was au ex
cellent place for defence. It was a
little rock strewn terrace, backed up
by a perpendicular clilf. The rocks
in front made a natural barricade.
There was a little grass and a spring
of water; and, properly provisioned,a
half dozen or so of men might have
withstood an army there. As soon as
wo got inside the barricade wo dis
mounted nnd looked back. The reds,
half a hundred or more, were swarm
ing right after us.
"All day we stood off tho crowd
without much trouble, but when the
shadows began to lengthen wo got un
easy, for wo knew wo couldn't hold
out against so many in the dark. Wo
had done it for tho hour or so before
daylight, but wo couldn't do it all
night. So, just as the dusk began to
gather, Jimmy told mo to go aud get
the horses. I saddled them in good
shape and joined Jimmy, and presently
he gave tho word, and tho way we Hew
down that hill was worth tho price of
admission. I didn't seoanythiug dis
tinctly, but I knew that wo were going
through a lot of Indians bunched to
gether ; that they were shooting at us,
and we at them, and the next thiDg
Jimmy and I were side by side skim
ming over the level prairie toward the
source of tho Jim River.
"For about an Lour we rode, with
the red rascals none too far behind,
and taking an occasional shot at us,
1114.il we came suddenly to a little
stream that tlowod toward tho Big
Cheyenne. It wasn't very wide, but
the banks were high and almost per
pendicular, so we did not try to cross
the stream, but turned and followed
it. From the yells that followed this
movement we knew that the reds had
seen us, and thought they had us
trapped. Then suddenly half a dozen
little fires sprang up in our rear and
in almost less time than it takes in the
telliug these merged into oue great
wall of Hame that bounded across the
prairie behind us like a race horse.
"It looked as though we innet surely
die, in one way or another, but wo in
tended to die fighting. We found a
place where, by going down the bank
carefully, wo could get into tho creek
bed. Then we set a back fire, and
another on the opposite side of the
creek, after which we got into tho
water, with nothing but our faces
out, and waited for the big fire to come
along.
"It came, along with a pelting storm
of Hying, burning missiles. It jumped
tho creek and presently petered out,
but not until the terrible beat bad
singed off our whiskers and tho hair
our hats didn't cover and the smoke
had almost suffocated us. Alter it was
over we got out and reconnoitred, but
there was no sign of the Indians, and
wo decided they mur-t be waiting for
the ground to cool before coming to
find our charred and blackened re
mains.
"Pretty soon we nulled out and .re
siimed our trip toward the head
waters ol the Jim, and in a few hours
wo came upon the camp of some
friendly half breeds—eleven of them
—who were hunting horses that had
been stampeded by the Indians. They
took us in, fed and sheltered us, and
came near suffering for their hospital
ity, lor at daybreak the Indians, who
had struck our trail and followed it,
came along and demanded our surren
der.
"The half breeds were game, how
cvor, and told them to stand back and
light; they wouldn't deliver us worth
a cent. The messengers went back
and reported, and they charged on us
in the buffalo wallows, with the result
that we emptied throe or four sad
dles.
"Then followed as pretty a light as
ever I care to tee. They were four to
one, at least; but while a half dozen
of us remained entrenched and did ef
fective shooting at the least possible
risk to ourselves, tho others got out
and fought them Indian fashion by
riding around them and harrassing
them, flank and rear. At the end of
a couple of hours they got disgusted
and withdrew, with the loss of a half
dozen men and enough horses captured
by the half breedß to recoup them for
those they had lost, with several more
for interest. Of our outfit three of
our four were wounded, but none of
them seriously.
"Jimmy and I reached the post all
right, but pretty badly scorolied and
shukcn up. We parted there, and I
did not see 'Jimmy from Cork' again
until 187 C, when ho was at Crook City,
in the Black Hills. He left there to
join General Terry, and died a little
later at Fort Buford."—St. Louis
Globe-Democrat.
An Animal Keeper's Nerve.
"There was a man travelling with
us some twenty years ago, an English
man named Wilcox, who came to this
country when quite a boy and grew
up a pretty good American. Ho war
a helper around the animals, and
somehow he went to England and got
a job with the old Wombwell Menag
erie, long before it was sold to Man
ders. When the split occured he
went to the big Bellevue Garden at
Manchester with some of the animals
tho proprietors had bought. He soon
rose to he i head man over the lions,
tigers, &c., and had a house in a
pretty little garden just within the
great wall, near the entrance gates.
Five nights before Christmas the lion
ess, a new purchase recently imported
from Africa, gave birth to a litter
of four cubs, and tho cage front was
boarded up and every care was taken
of her. Well, Wilcox went on Christ
inas Eve to a party with his wife,
leaving his helper to feed the animals
and close up. Toward midnight he
returned, entered the gardens, and
went to sleep ih his house. An hour
later his wife woke Uim, saying there
was a noiso outside in the garden, aud
he got up and looked out of tho win
dow. Bight in front of his house, at
the big gate, was that lioness with
one of her cubs, and she was biting at
the door and scratching for dear life
to get under it, her idea being to get
out in the open. In that open, within
a circuit of five miles, were more than
a million people. Some one must
have fastened her cage door insecurely
or something had gone wrong.
"Wilcox slipped on his trousers and
shoes, and, despite all his wife could
do, he slipped out of tho front door
of his cottage, hurried around by the
private hedge, and in the moonlight
went running down through the lines
of forcing houses for plants, keeping
them between him and the gate as
much as possible, and so vanished
from his wife's sight, in the direction
of the lions' house. In a short time
ho reappeared right in the centre ave
nue with a cub in his arms, and his
wife saw him come boldly right down
the walk until lie was within twenty
yards or so of tho lioness. Then ho
picked up a stone aud threw it at her
as she lay biting at tho door. The
brute looked round, saw the man, nnd
jumped up with an angry growl.
The man bit one of the cub's ears and
made it cry out just as the lioness was
about crouching for a spring. At
that sound she rose, her tail moved
softly instead of lashing her sides,
and she walked straight to the
keeper. Wilcox held the cub out to
her and said, 'Hello, Queenie,' as if it
was tie most natural meeting in tho
world, nnd, letting her take the cub
from his hand, he passed her and
picked up the other one. She dropped
tho one she held came to take the ono
ho pioked up, getting more friendly
every minute. So, picking up the
cubs and giving them to her, stepping
bnckward all the time, he slowly led
the brute to her cage, and then mount
ing the narrow platform, pushed the
iron gate opon and threw a cub inßide
to the furthest corner. The lioness
bounded in after it, he threw the other
cub in nlso, banged the gate to, Bhot
the bolts, and fell unconscious from
the platform to the ground.
"Not seeing him return his wife
sounded the alarm nnd brought nil the
helpers to tho cottage, and they cau
tiously went to look for him, and there
they found him with n third cub
curled up by his side. Well, the mat
ter was of course kept quiet, tho un
der keeper was severely scolded for
carelessly shooting the bolt past the
socket instead of into it, and as for
Wilcox they gave him a present ol
§2500, and his place was solid for
keeps. It was a piece of good old
fashioned American-raised grit just the
same.—New York Sun.
A New Soap Invention.
It is said that a French chemist has
mnde a blue soap which will render
| unnecessary the bluing in tho laun
.jlry. In ordinary soap he lncorpor
! rateß a solution of aniline green in
strong aoetio ncid. The alkali of the
soap converts the green into blue,
WINOS OF A DOVE.
it sunset, when the rosy light was dying
Far down the pathway of tho west,
I saw a lonely dove in silence flying
To bo at rest,
rilirrim or air, I cried, could I but borrow
Thy wandering wrings, thy freedom blest,
i d Ily away from every careful sorrow
And find my rest.
Hut when the dusk a filmy veil was weaving,
Bac.v came the dove to seek her nest.
Deep iu the forest where her n ate was jjriev
iu K
There was true rest.
! -'ace, heart of mine! no louder sigh to wan
der;
Lose not thy life in fruitless quest.
Tuero are no happy islands over yonder;
Come home and rest.
-From Rev. Dr. Houry Van Dyke's "The
Builders and Other Poems."
HUMOR OF THE DAY.
Ckolly—"I'll go crazy if yon don't
marry me." She—"That's no proof
\>u love mo.''
Little Clarence—"Pa, what is n
; pradox?" Mr. Callipers—"A possible
I i-ipossibility, my son."—Judge.
"Yarbley has takeu a violent dis
taste for opera." "What a clever
stroke of economy."—Chicago Record.
—"I wonder if two really can
lire cheaper than one?" He—"l guess
tley feel cheaper." lndianapolis
J urnal.
"Do you think he really loves her?"
■ am sure of it. He exohanged his
wiieel for the kind sho rides."—Brook
lyn Life.
Freddy—"What is statesmanship,
p.pa?" Papa—"Statesmanship, my
s a, is successful politics."—Now York
C'jmmercial Advertiser.
He—"Don't you think you could
lorn to love mo?" Sho—"l would
nt have to lenrn, if I felt inclinod to
lire you."—lndianapolis Journal.
Dusnup (skeptically) "Can you
kiep a secret?" Penelope (convinc
i'-'j)—"Just let me tell you some ol
t! ■ secrets I am keeping 1"—Brooklyn
E.gle.
iiobson—"ls Robson a man you
cu trust?" Dobsou—"Yes; that is,
if you lend him anything; it's all you
curdo."—New York Commercial Ad-
Virtiser.
beola—"Don't you think they are
tvo boulh with but a single thought?"
H.zel—"Well, I shouldn't wonder.
Tiey are both making fools of them
se ves."—Truth.
Frances—"Yes, he is pursuing liter
at re." Gertrude "lndeed! And is
hi very successful?" Frances—"No.
It is still a long way ahead of him."—
Ci velund Leader.
le (fervently)—" Your eyes are like
th stars above." Sho (sleepily)—
"mere are no stars above just now,
CLirles—the sun is about to rise."—
Br -okiyn Daily Eagle.
What is a hardy rosebush?" "It
is< ae that doesn't mind your mother
pti ! ing it up by the roots every few
do. s to see if it has begun to grow
yc " —Chicago Record.
lostess—"Ah, M. Le Ministrc, sit
dovn on this Ottoman." Russian
Di lomut— "Parbiieu ! I would zrazer
stiud. Zo vare thought eez ccmpossi
bli!"—New York Press.
As ias been remarked, the fleroe battle is
V > turn in disgust from slaughter,
Oil cask to rosume, even-paced as before,
t cheerfully boiling our water.
—Chicago Record.
'Ah," exclaimed tho merchant, com
innate the ollice and discovering ono
ol ,'s clerks smoking; "yon are dis
obi-,-ing ono of my rules, sir. I sup
pos you are familiar with the old
uda o, 'Where thore's smoke, there's
lire'" And the clerk was promptly
Arc.—Philadelphia North American.
The Useful Baboon.
S far as speed is concerned tho dog,
of ourse, has the advantage, for the
keemess of scent, for the instinct of
findngedible plants and hidden water,
aud is a sentinel against every kind of
dan r, the baboon is nncqualled.
L- Vaillant, an African traveller,
givt an account of a tame baboon
whiili accompanied him on some of
bis . urneys. "By his cries," he says,
"Uedways warned us of the approach
of ai enemy beforo my dogs discov
ered it. The dogs were so acoustomod
to lis voice that they used to go to
sleei. and I was at first vexed with
thou for deserting their duties. When
he <ace hod given tho alarm, they
won 1 stop to watch for his signal, and
on t.o least motion of his eyes, or the
sliakug of his bead, I have seen them
all rsh forward to the quarter where
his l.oks were directed."
Tho Costliest of Metals.
TL most expensive produot in tbe
worl has latterly been tho subject of
some inquiry with the result that the
meta gallium has been pat at the
head jf the list with the approximate
value of about §IOO,OOO per pound.
Folloring this have been placed the
metal berylium and lanthanum, a
pouu. of which is held at SIO,OOO,
rhodi m and thorium, which is said
to he worth SOOO, per pound; didy
nium and rubidium, worth S4OOO ;
indiu:, and tantalum, SSOO, erbium,
niobiim ft ud yttrium, S3OO, and ruth
eniuiianil vanadiums worth S2OOO, or
about Ambergris, a secretion of the
whali- has, similarly, been said to be
the m,st expensive organic substance
know;, with a price of SOOO per
pouni weight.
A Brahmin's Chivalry.
Sir portab Singh, Rajah of Jodh-
P n r, a flajputana, is the hero of an
extra rdtuary act of chivalry. Though
a Rrnimiu of the highest caste and
blues blood of India, he broke his
caste to prepare <QT burial a young
Engjuh i tficer, a complete stranger,
whoiiedinbis oity. Ho helped pnt
the bdy in the ooffin and carry it
downstairs to the carriage, and later,
to thi grave.