Tho Italian riots seem definitely
suppressed and the monarchy and the
dreibund saved. But the Continent
has had a warning of the effect of
cutting off Western wheat supply.
It is no wonder, remarks the New
York Herald, tliat Joseph Chamber
lain should desire an alliance between
Great Britain and the United States.
Ho has had personal experience of its
advantages. The better half of him
is an American woman.
Tho earliest records of illustrated
comio literature have been discovered
by Brugsch Bey in a papyrus of the
twenty-second dynasty, recently found
at Tonnah. The drawings are colored,
and they represent animals perform
ing curious autics. Cats and rats
figure largely in the illustrations.
Colorado Springs is said to he the
quietest town in the country. No
church hells are rung there, and no
whistles are hi on n. A local paper
admits that dogs hark at night in
Colorado Springs, ns they do every
where else, but it adds that "when
they run about they make no noise
with their feet in the sandy soil."
Says tlio Atchison Globe: Women
all over the country are organizing a
boycott on French millinery because
of the unfriendly attitude of France.
It would he a mean man who would j
call attention to the fact that these !
women have bought their spring mil- j
linery, and don't expect to buy any
more until November, when the war j
will be over. As we desire to be j
known ns a lovely character we refuse j
to draw attention to such a little
thing.
According to the Indian Engineer
the merchant marine of Japan has in
creased since the Chinese-Japanese I
war from 100,000 to 400,000 tons of j
steam shipping. Lines are now organ- }
ized sailing from the chief ports of I
Japan to China, India, Europe, I
America and Australia. This growth j
follows a change from an agricultural
to a manufacturing nation. In 1872
JapaE only exported manufactured j
articles to the value of 8300,000; in :
1896 exports of this class amounted !
to 813,000,000, or forty per cent, of j
her total exports.
A contemporary complains of "Rear
Admiral" as an inept title for a man
so eminently qualified for keeping in
front as is the conqueror of Manila, j
observes the New Y'ork Times. The
point is not ill-taken, but designations
of rank are queer, anyhow, and few i
of them will stand much examination :
by philologists. And "Admiral" itself,
which this critic claims for his hero, '
is about the qneerest of the lot. The
word is the remnant of an Arabic j
phrase, of which the beginning was !
"ameer," or "emir," and it came to
us—alas, that the truth must he told!
—straight from Spain. "Amir-al
balir" meant "ruler of the sea." !
When ,the "bahr" was dropped, df
course, the article should have gone,
too, hut it didn't, and when some
overwise person put in a "d" because
lie thought he knew that the word was
Latin, it became as absurd a muddle
as the dictionary contains—which is
saying a good deal.
The objcot lesson which Germany
presents to us in the manufacture of
beet sugar is worthy of some consid
eration on our part. Twenty-five
years ago Germany imported almost
every pound of sugar consumed
within her borders; to-day she manu
factures so much sugar that in addi
tion to supplying lier own domestic
wants she is able to make large ship
ments annually to foreign markets.
At the present time the sugar indus
try in Germany embraces 399 estab
lishments. These establishments con
sume annually 13,721,003 tons of
beets, and produce therefrom 1,738,-
885 tons of sugar. Until Germany
forged to the front in tho manufacture
of beet sugar, France enjoyed the
distinction of being the great Euro
pcau centre of this important in
dustry. Indeed, the industry sprung
up in France originally, and the great
Emperor Napoleon is given the credit
of its introduction. Since Germany
has forged ahead of France in the
manufacture of beet sugar, what is to
prevent the United States from forg
ing ahead of Germany? asks the At
lanta Constitution. Our soil pro
duces in abundance the finest quality
of sugar beets, and there is no reason
why we should not pluck from Ger
many the prestige which she has
plucked from France in the manufac
ture of beet sugar. But in addition
to its production of sugar beets, this
country is also rich in its production
of sugar cane, and there is absolutely
no reason why the United States
should not be able to supply the wants
cf the entire globe.
■ THE PORTRAIT. J# 1
When lonely, Inte, nn<l far from love, "**'• Forglro mo that from yon I turn, r
I restless through my chamber moTo, .. To where, like jewels In their urn;
Or brood, with sad surmise, . Her letters lie concealed; \
Ono gaze yet claims me as its thrall; That slow I con them, lino by line,
My lady's picture from the wall Till from each treasured page doth shine
Looks down, in silence noting all, A tlamo that leaps to mate with mlng, i
And follows with her eyes. \ Her very soul revealed!
Dear eyes, so tender, frank, and sweet, O haunting pictured eyes, I know
Aye smiling when our glances meet, tf How constant is the debt I owe
As though to bring mo cheer, Your witchery of art!
Forgive the thankless humors black Yet you're her counterfeit at best, ..
Which sometimes drive your comforts back, While hero her absolute self expressed, <
Vexed that herself 1 should lack . Tells me from furthest East to West
Whose portrait bides so nearl Bho follows with her heart.
s. —Rev. A. Capes Tarbolton.
| THE BOOK-KEEPER. |
- /&R?a owAKD !"
/Oy jSy There was a
afiml ring of infinite
j scoyn in tlie voice,
( —\
keeper reeled and
\ijx " | shrunk under it.
lV(b I felt *"s ins '8"
M /! W I ill i, nifienneo then, if
j 1 J never before. Why
IJ* I cou ' l ' ' ie no ' ' )e n
| ( fy K4 llij VWii man among men?
I . ia II y Ho had uttered
.ft I;\\ i \ this question men
jr, IWj t l> tally a hundred
-1\ Vl\ t* mes ' hut he
*\\ \ I \ I never
VVI 111 ' tleness as he did
jJ I h\-, that night when
that one word of
contempt and scorn
fell from the full red lips of Janet
Lyon.
She was the acknowledged belle of
the Muskegon valley, tho daughter of
the senior member of the firm of
Lyon, Haiglit & Co. Janet was not n
child of fashion, but a strong, healthy
child of tho pine woods. Muskegon
was the end of the world to her, and
at the time of which we write was a
mere village, with no connection with
the outside world. It was yet the
lumberopolis of Western Michigan
and rapidly growing in importance.
It was at a dance in n log house
near Maple Top that Mark Farnham
received the rebuke described. A
great, hulking logger hnd trodden 011
tho skirt of Janet's cashmere and
ripped it at the waist. The logger
merely said "Blank the dress," and
went on with his dancing.
"Tho insulting puppy!" exclaimed
Janet, with flushed cheeks. And
then, a minute later, she turned on
Mark Farnham, her escort, a little,
pale-faced fellow, with mild blue eyes
and effomiunte cast of countenance,
with the one word that opens our
sketch.
What would she have him do?
' Too well the polo little book-keeper
knew the backwoods code. It was
his duty to insist on nn apology from
the bulky logger or flog him for his
insolence. This Mark Farnham was
not able to do. Ho knew tho man
who had insulted Janet as a bully and
hard pet from near tho Dam, a village
on the river some six miles from Ma
ple Top.
"There's no use having any trou
ble," said Mark. "If the fellow
troubles you again I'll settle with
him."
"Oh, tho idea!" exclaimed Janet.
"I think tho next time Igo out in
company it will be with a man;" and
she turned her back on tho little
book-keeper and began relating her
troubles to a group of girls near by.
The 'set' was disarranged by the in
cident, and another couple was called
on to fill the gap, and then the dnnee
went on as though nothing had hap
pened.
Mark Farnham noticed indignant
glances turned toward him by the
backwoods lassies, and knew that the
word coward was repeated from lip to
lip.
"I wonder if Janet would he better
satisfied if I should offer myself a sac
rifice on the altar of her offended dig
nity. I might get my head knocked
off, hut what would ho the use? I'll
see that Daraite and make him apolo
gize, if I die the next minute."
But tho little hook-keeper was not
permitted tho privilego of receiving n
thrashing for Janet Lyon's sake. A
new-comer had appeared upon tho
scene in the person of Kichard Well
ington, a magnificent picture of mus
cular development, with the dress nnd
air of a gentleman. Ho was Lyon,
Haight k C'o.'s foreman in tho great
mill at Muskegon, and a prime favorite
with the senior member of the firm.
"The coward permitted that ruffian,
Biver Dan, to insult me grossly. It
will he a long time before I am seen in
his company again, I can tell you that,"
Janet was saying, ns she passed the
little hook-keeper, leaning on the arm
of Mr.'.Wellington.
"Where is the fellow now?" quos
tioned Wellington.
"Never mind. Ido not care to sec
him again. Let it drop."
"But I will puuisk the scoundrel ns
te deserves. No man shall insult you
while I am around, Janet."
"No, no," and the fair girl clung to
the arm of her Apollo-like companion.
"It is not your quarrel, Dick. I shan't
permit you to make trouble now. I
know if you had been in Mark Fnrn
liaiu's plnco you would linvo promptly
knocked the ruffian down. I was so
ashamed of him. Ho is a little cow
ard."
Again that word. It cut like a knife,
and the pallid little book-keeper never
before felt his utter insignificance as
he did this night. He was glad when
the dance came to an end. But Janet
was already tucked under the robos of
Dick Wellington's cutter when Fnrn
liam went for her to ride back with
him. Another insult. The pallid
cheeks of the little book-keeper held
two spots of flame as he went alone to
his cutter.
"Coin' past the dam, ain't ye?"
A stalwart form, in red shirt and
overalls, loomed up before the book
keeper in the moonlight.
Farnham at once recognized the man
who had caused him such extreme hu
miliation this night.
"X am going past the dam," admit
ted Farnham.
"Alone?"
"I expect so." <.
"Mebbe you'd take a passenger?"
"Certainly;get in."
The huge bully thrust himself un
der the robe. Farnham seated him
self beside him, aud then they went
spinning away over the openings at a
rapid rate.
" 'Twas you with that high-strung
Lyon gal, wa'n't it?"
"Yes," admitted the hook-keeper.
"She looked mad enough when T
trod on lier dress. Sich trails I don't
admire nohow. No sensible gal would
wear 'em to a dance; hut then I've
been thinking I didu't do the squar'
thing to-night, cap, so when you see
the gal agin jest tell her I'm sorry I
tore her dress; I didn't go for to do it,
nohow. Y'ou'll tell her!"
Farnham said that he would. Bivor
Dan was garrulous, and did most of
the talking, and the little book-keeper
felt that under his rongh mnnners the
giant riverman had a good heart after
all.
"l'ou see, I'd been takin' too many
drinks, was what niled me, cap. I
woul.dn't insult no respectable gal for
nothin'in the world."
The explanation and apology were
ample, and all this had come about
without bad blood, a row and bloody
faces. On tiro whole, Farnham felt
that lie had pursued tho wisest
course, after all.
The little bookkeeper left Bivor
Dan at the dam and finished his jour
ney to Oxbow alone.
Mr. Lyon made no mention of the
trouble at the dance to his book
keeper. His daughter gave an account
of her jscort's cowardice, hut the
lumberman failed to take that interest
his daughter desired.
Matters went on after the old fash
ion. Mark Farnham had been a fre
quent visitor at tho Lyon house, but
since the dance at Maple Top he had
held himself aloof. The little book
keeper had been hit in a tender spot
and ho could not forget how Janet
looked when she uttered the word
coward.
Tho foreman came often to Oxbow,
and Janet and the handsome Apollo
were much together. Tho loggers
coupled the name of the two, aud in
timated tlmt Dick would feather his
nest before long. The little book
keeper heard, but remained silent.
He could not discuss a subject that
was of a most painful nature to him.
He believed Janet cared something for
him, until that affair at the Maple
Top dance. From that time she had
cut liitu effectively. He had pride, as
well as the belle of the Muskegon, and
from that fatal night they met as
strangers.
The pallor of the little bookkeeper's
face seemed to deepen. His eyes
were hollow, and his cheeks sunken.
He nttended to business devotedly,
and no one noticed any change in
little Mark Faruham.
The winter passed. Late in March
the ico in the river began to move.
Soon a tremendous roaring filled the
ears of the citizens of Oxbow. Peo
ple gathered 011 the hank to see the
ice go out. It was a grand sight, ns
the huge cakes, nearly a foot in thick
ness, went crashing down over the
dam with a mighty seething, grinding
roar.
Ou with irresistible fury swept the
mighty mnss, hurleil with tremendous
fury by the rapidly rising waters
which the warm spring rains had
nugmented to a mighty flood. Close
behind tho ice came a mighty jam of
pine logs. Tho river was fast clog
ging, and a huge jam was formed
agaiust the dam which had lately been
built across the river.
"A jam must not be permitted to
form there," cried John Lyon, ns he
saw the rolling and tumbling mass of
logs halting, ehokiug the river on the
brink of the dam.
Among those gathered on the bank
was River Dan from the dam.
"Get your pick-levers, boys!" he
cried in a loud voice.
The logs had already formed a jam,
and men in red shirts, with picks and
peevies, were flocking to the danger
ous jam, working with might and
main to keep tho mighty mass of
pine moving.
The female portion of Osbow was
out watching'the movements of tho
rod-shirts. Right in the center of tho
river, not far from where tho water
boiled nnd seethed over the dam,
was Dick Wellington, giving orders
in a stentorian voice. It was a dan
gerous place, and Janet- Lyon's
cheeks blanched ns she saw him.
The logs on the further shore were
kept moving, and the current of the
river swept that way with tho fury of
an avalanche. The red-shirts had
been working an hour with desper
ate energy, and many of them were
exhausted. —■ —
/ "Go ashore, boys, nnil get a lunch;
the greatest danger is past; Welling
ton and X will hold the fort until you
return."
It was Mr. Lyon who spoke. He
had gono to the center of the river
with the coolness of an old log-driver.
The men obeyed. The greater part
of the logs had passed, the principal
danger being over. Half the river
was yet blocked with logs piled to a
great hight, forming a jam that looked
impregnable.
Scarcely had the last man reached
the shore, when a wild cry rose
above the roar of the foaming water:
"Merciful Towers! The whole jam
is going!"
Then wild with a loud cracking, a
terrific roar, and logs went with a
mighty rush over the dam on the Ox
bow shore.
"Good heaven! They are lost!"
This cry went up, ns all eyes were
turned upon Mr. Lyon and his fore
man, now the only occupants ot the
jam. It did seem as though they were
doomed, but they were saved for the
time as by a miracle. In the center
of the dam a few of the logs held
firm, oud soon atl had swept through
but this bit of jam in the middle of
the stream. An expanse of foaming
water boiled past on either side, and
the narrow jam swayed and trembled
as it hung suspended over the dam.
Below ten feet, was a sea of foam,
where the water, in pouring over the
dam, was lashed to wild fury on rocks
and stones.
Both men felt the awful danger,
almost certain death, that stared them
them in the face.
"There's no chance for them fel
lers; they're good as gone, that's sar
tiu," uttered River Daii.
Swaying and groaning, the floating
island seemed every moment ready to
go over into the boiling waters below.
A dumb horror rested over the crowd
of startled loggers on shore.
A pallid-cheeked girl,with streaming
hair, reached the water's edgo and
stood with outstretched hands ap
pealing to strong men for help. No
one moved.
"Are you all cowards?" she cried,
facing the multitude. Brawny men
with red shirts were there, but none
moved at the appeal from the girl's
blanched lips.
"No use, miss," said River Dan.
"That ar jam won't last many min
nits. No buddy kin help 'cm; they're
goners, sure."
"Take yonder canoe nnd go to the
rescue."
Jtiuet would have rushed to tho res
cue herself had not strong arms held
her back. Weak, moaning, almost
fainting, the girl pleaded in vain.
"No use; a boat would go over in a
jifly. Them fellers can't be saved."
"There is one chauce in a hun
dred."
A J low voice uttered the words, and
Janet saw a slender form glide past
toward a small Indian canoe that
rested on the bank. About the man's
arm was a coil of rope. When the
man gained the foaming edge of the
water he swung his arm aloft and
cried;
"Some of you take an end of this
rope. I am going to rescue those
men if possible."
"Goodness! it's the little bookkeep
er!"
"He'll drown, sure."
But Mark Farnham heeded not the
comments of the crowd. He seemed
to realize that time was precious, and
at once pushed the light ashen canoe
into the river. Seizing the paddle,
and fixing his rope so that it would
pay out from between his thin knees,
the little bookkeeper begin paddling
up the stream. Strong hands had
grasped the end of the rope and it be
gan paying out rapidly, when Farn
ham turned nnd shot swiftly into the
center of the stream.
Ho managed so that the canoe came
down on the upper side of the swaying
jam. Instantly the canoe was sucked
under nnd lost, but Farnham sprang
to tho surface of the logs, ropo in
hand, and quickly made one end fast
to an upright log.
"Quick, Mr. Lyon! There's no
time to lose."
The mill-owner remonstrated, nnd
urged tho bookkeeper to go ahead;
this he absolutely refused to do.
Mr. Lyon went forward, grasped
the rope and passed, hand over hand,
to the shore. A great shout went up
when he landed.
Next came Dick Wellington. He
was heavy, nnd tho rope sagged badly.
Farnham felt the jam tremble at each
surge of the foremnn's body. Sud
denly the log to which the rope was
attached gave way and fell. Instaut
ly the rope flew far out into the
stream. Dick was near the shore and
was rescued.
The little bookkeeper stood alone
on the jam, which was now trembling
and threatening to fall to pieces.
Faruhani's face blanched. He seemed
to realize that he was doomed.
"Another canoe, quick! Go back,
Dick Wellington, and save Mr.
Farnham!"
It was Janet who spoke, but tho
dripping Ajiollo turned away with a
shudder.
"Not for a farm would I risk my life
out yonder again."
He was not called upon to do so,
A great crash and roar sickened the
crowd on shore. Tho jam, with its
lone occupant, had disappeared!
"The man is past all earthly help.'.'
It was Dr. Gould who uttered the
words as ho rose from contemplating
the battered, bleeding form on the
sand.
From below tlio dam the little book
keeper had been dragged from the
rivor, bleeding and insensible. Ho
lay at the feet of Janet Lyon, who
bent with streaming eyes above the
dripping body.
"Speak to me, Mark, speak,"
moaned the belle. The white lids un
. closed and a pair of blue eyes looked
into the face of the kneeling girl. A
smilo touched the pnrple lips.
"I saved him —Dick Wellington? I
knew you loved him; it was for your
sake, Janet. I know you will forgive
me for being a coward now."
"Oh, Mark! Mark!"
A faint tremor moved his frame as
the girl attempted to raise the little
bookkeeper's head. A moment later
she held a dead weight in her arms.
The great soul of Mark Furuhnm had
gono from tho small '#>dy forever.
Oxbow did itself proud nt the fu
neral of the little bookkeeper, and one
genuine mourner there was, at least,
the belle of the Muskegon. When
Hick Wellington asked for her hand
two months later, he met with a cold
refusal. Some people wondered why
Janet Lyon never married. Does tho
reader wonder?— New York News.
SCIENTIFIC AND INDUSTRIAL.'
More steel is used in the manufac
ture of pens than in all the sword and
gun factories in the world.
Professor Dewar recently stated iu
the conrse of a lecture at the Royal
Institution of Great Britain that there
has been a great development in the
application of liquid air as an analyti
cal agent.
The photographic notion of light,
though not destroyed at very low tem
peratures, is diminished by eighty per
cent., the loss being greatest in the
violet light which at ordinary tempera
tures is the most effective.
The latest of the lofty outputs of
science to be established lias recently
been put on the summit of Mount
Kosciusko, 7328 feet high, the most
elevated point in Australia. It is a
meteorological observatory.
Modern medicine says that goat's
milk, contrary to the general impres
sion, differs from cow's milk not in
being more digestible, but in being
less digestible and less nutritious, al
though it contains a larger amount of
solid matter than cow's milk. It is,
indeed, the most indigestible of all
milk.
Tho electric heater of M. Fernaiul
Le Roy is similar in principle to the
incandescent lamp. Instead of the
fine filament of carbon of tho latter a
rod of pure silicon several times as
thick is used, and this is enclosed in
a glass tube from which the air is ex
hausted, the whole being mounted on
a protecting tube of metal.
An impact testing machine is being
designed for tho engineering labora
tory of the Massachusetts Institute of
Technology. It will resemble a pile
driver in general construction, and is
to have a live-hundred-pound hamnsor,
with a drop of about eight feet. It
can be used for both transverse and
longitudinal tests, so ns to indicate the
effect of impact iu cross breaking nnd
compression.
A paving brick, said to be the equal
to granite, while having the advantage
of regular shape, is now being made
in Eisleben, Thuringia, from copper
slag. As sudden cooling of the ma
terial forms a brittle glassy mass, the
moulds are heated before tho slag is
run in from the smelting furnace, and
annealing is effected by thickly cover
ing the filled moulds with sand and al
lowing them to stand seventy-two
hours or more. The moulds are of
iron, each having a capacity of thirty
six bricks.
A remarkable development of taste
in birds is one quoted from The En
tomologist. The starling, which has
been newly introduced into New Zea
land, has been observed catching
humble bees and killing them for their
young. Having by this means, ap
parently, discovered tho honey sacs
carried by the bees, they have ac
quired a taste for honey, which they
now seek iu the flax flats among the
richly mellifluous flowers. Possibly
this was the origin also of the taste
for honey possessed by tho tui, or
parson bird, a member of the starling
family, which preys upon humble
bees.
Has Plenty of Brimstone.
There is no reason in the world why
the industries in this country that use
brimstone should worry about their
nbility to obtain all they want. It
may be that their eyes have been
turned toward foreign shores tor so
long a time for this commodity that
they will be unable for some little
time to look inland and toward Utah,
which has ouough sulphur within her
borders to supply not only the Amer
ican market, but the markets of the
world. The sulphur beds at Covo
Creek nre practically inexhaustib'e.
They are at a disadvantage in being
some twenty miles away from the rail
road. But the supply is there, and if
the price should advance so as to war
rant [shipping it, it would very soon
be shipped. If the dealers in sulphur
are not aware of the Utah supply they
should be made acquainted with tho
fact of its existence. Our ports might
be all blockaded, still the resources of
the country are so great and so varied
that practically every want of the peo
plo could bo readily supplied; few
countries nre so fortunately situated
in this respect.—Salt Lake (Utah)
Herald.
The Building of a Fortune.
"They tell us," said Mr. Guzzle
ton, "that 'every man is the architect
of his own fortune,' nnd this is doubt
less true, but it is equally true that
every man if Jie would have n fortune,
must also actually build it himself, and
how few of us ever get beyond draw
ing the plans!"— Now York Sun.
For Weak Dlgefttlon.
A food most soothing to a stomach
not on good terms with itself is beef
ten, prepared from beef jelly. It is
much more nourishing than that sold
by chemists. A tablespoonful of beef
jelly dissolved by pouring boiling wa
ter over it is as nourishing as three
fourths of a pound of broiled beef
(teak.
FIELDS OF ADVENTURE.
THRILLINC INCIDENTS AND DARINC
DEEDS ON LAND AND SEA.
Caught In a Typhoon—The Terrible Ex
perience of n IlrlllHh Ship's Crew In
the Inillan Ocean—Killed a Jaguar
With a Machete— Gen. Miles In Uattle.
Swinging snugly to her port anchor
the Delaware River, just above
Kaighn's Point, Philadelphia, now
lies the trim British ship Aigburth,
Captain John Jones, which reached
port from Java, after a terrible pas
sage, having passed through a typhoon
in the Indian Ocean, which swept
overboard into the sea Chief Officer
Evan Richards and John Miller, an
able-bodied seaman. The vessel's
decks were brushed fore and aft by
the seas, the cargo was badly shifted,
and during the thick of the storm the
ship's lee rail was ten feet under the
water, she having been knocked down
on her beam ends.
Captain Jones says that in a life
time at sea he never passed through
such a storm, and had it lasted much
longer none would have been spared
to tell the tale.
"We sailed," said he, "from Sam
arang, and our run until the day I
speak of was marked by no unusual
occurrence. On this day the wind
at sunrise was fresh, but we were
speeding along under topsails, with
everything favorable. Toward the
noon hour the sky had assumed a
darkened hue, such as did not give
promise to a further continuance of
good weather, but wo did not antici
pate any serious trouble until about 3
p. m., when the wind freshened up
with such velocity as to render it
necessary to shorten sail. Hardly
had this task been accomplished when
the wind broke with a terrific fury,
knocking down on deck such of the
men as had no opportunity to catch
hold of anything.
"The typhoon was now upon us,
and the roaring of the sea sweeping
before its mighty force was deafening.
Before we knew anything the vessel
was hove down on her beam ends and
the seas were making a clean breach
over her. All was confusion, and as
best we could the ship's head was
held up in the teeth of the wind. She
was diving about furiously, and the
deck fittings were washed away and
cabins and deck houses were gutted.
"It was a fight against terrible odds
and it looked as though we were con
quered. The men worked heroically,
and had it not been for this none of
us could have been saved. After four
hours' battle with the typhoon it
pnssed away, but the sea remained as
high as ever. We then made a hasty
senrch of the damage done, and it was
only then that Chief Officer Richards
and Seaman Miller were missed. They
had been swept overboard by some
of the terrific combers that boarded
the vessel. Their cries for help were
never heard, such was the deafening
noise of the wind and sea. Six others
of the crew were badly injured, neces
sitating that the vessel put into the
Azores for fresh men with which to
oontinue the voyage."
A I'rnve Woman Kills n Jaguar.
With all his inveterato ferocity and
bloodthirstiness instances have been
known in which the jaguar has re
frained from attacking human beings
whom he has met face to face, while
at the same time he has manifested
no fear of them; indeed, has dis
played something like playfulness.
Such a case occurred with an Indian
woman named Paz Borrego, living in
a lonely little Pampas lnmlet called
Las Matas, on the Apure River, in
Chile. She had gono from her hut to
the muta, or woodland, a mile away,
for firewood, carrying a machete to
cut it with. As she gathered sticks
she heard among the trees, some dis
tance away, the deep, purring sound
which the jaguar sometimes utters,
and soon she could detect the beast's
stealthy approach through the under
brush. She 1 :iew that there was no
use in her ru miug away, so she
stepped behind a tree and "waited for
what might lirppeu. Tho light
crackling of twig; and bushes came
nearer and presently on the further
sido of n little forest opening tho
jaguar appeared. He seemed aware
of the woman's presence, but did not
rush upon her at once as she expected
he would. Iu toad, ho advanced
toward her by degrees, occasionally
stopping to dig amoug the tree roots
with his paws, tearing up the roots
and scraping a', them as if to sharpen
his claws.
At last, as if in play, the jaguar
bounded to the tree which sheltered
the woman, nnd clutched its trunk
with both paws. Instantly the woman
struck with tho machete, cutting off
one of the jaguar's paws. With a
scream the beast sprang back. Then,
as he darted forward to attack the wo
man, she brought the machete down on
his head with all her forco, and as the
jaguar, partly stunned, struggled
blindly to reach her, she dealt him
blow after blow until he fell dying.
The woman got scarcely so much as a
scratch in the encounter. The jaguar
was so cut to pieces by the machete
that the skin was worthless. I saw
pieces of the skin nnd two claws, pre
served as souvenirs of the woman's
bravery, iu tho hut of her son in Las
Matas, more than thirty years after
tho fight occurred. —New York Sun.
General Miles's Experiences.
General Miles once told the writer
that his most thrilling moments had
come to him, not while military en
gagements were in progress, as most
soldiers would report, but after the
close of a decisive battle, either iuthe
form of indescribable elation because
of victory or the most profound de
pression from defeat.
"I can hardly tell you how de
pressed I was at Chnncellorsville,"
said the General, "nor how lifted up I
was when we entered Richmond, and.
looking about, I realized the true sig
nificance of our victory. But I was
most affected at Appomattox. Then,
together with all who had been fight
ing for the preservation of theNatioq,
I saw that there was no longer an op
posing army; that there was no more
work for Union soldiers to do, and I
must confess that the thought of it all
quite carried me away.
"My own narrowest escape? I don't
suppose I know, to be frank about it,
but the closest shave I know about
was when Lame Deer, the Indian
chief, was captured. It was imme
diately after the charge that had won
the day for the whites. The chief had
been surrounded by our men, but his
gun had not been taken nwaj from him
when I rode up, and we started to
shake hands.
"Suddenly, he drew back his hand,
grasped his rifle, which was leaning
against a rock, stepped back a pace,
perhaps, leveled his piece directly at
my head, and discharged it. Owing
as much to nervousness as anything
else, no doubt, ho missed the mark, I
was not even scratched, but a brave
soldier boy just behind me and slight
ly to one side was instantly killed.
"It is not my notion that. Lame
Deer premeditated this act. He prob
ably reasoned that, having been cap
tured, he was certain to be killed any
how, and that since he was sure of a
journey to the happy hunting grounds,
he might as well tnke a white chief
along with him. Of course, Lame
Deer was wrong about this. We had
no intention of executiug him, and it
had been explained by my Indian
scout that ho would not bo harmed if
he surrenderkd then c.ud there. He
did not trust us, however, and quite
naturally, for he would not have kept
his word under similar circumstances.
Lame Deer was afterward killed in a
fight."—New York Press.
Saved Her IluslmmPs Eire.
A woman's presence of mind and
quick and determined action in the
face of peril saved her husband from
death at the Corning farm on the river
rood below Kenwood, N. Y., relates
the Albany Express.
A prize bull, one of the finest of the
celebrated Corning stock, registered
as King Coffee VI., an animal of ex
cellent blood, but untamed qualities,
came near causing its keeper's death.
James ICievet, who has charge ol
the Corning stock, has only held his
position a few days, and, therefore,
was not well acquainted with the pe
culiarities of the animals. He took
King Coffee VI. out for exercise. Tho
bull had a ring iu his nose, and at
tached to the ring was a polo to leod
him. After giving the animal several
runs up and down the Inrge barnyard,
Keeper Kievet returned it to its stall
and incautiously removed the stick
before he had chained the bull. As
soon ns the stick was removed tho bull
reared and made a plunge for Kievet,
landing his forefeet on him so as to
throw him to the floor of the stall.
The animal then gored the man as he
lay on the floor, inflicting several
gashes in the groin.
Mrs. Kievet happened to be in the
barnyard, and, hearing her husband's
sorenms rushed into the barn, seized
a pitchfork nnd began furiously to
prod the bull. The bravo woman
finally drove the animal into a corner.
She then seized her husband and
dragged him from the barn. Just
then another farm hand came upon
the scene. He locked the door of the
barn and then carried the injured man
to the farmhouse, where he was at
tended by Dr. Edward Cox. The vic
tim suffers great pain, but his wounds
are not considered fatal.
Where Ouw. I.OMt All.
Carl Frederick, a Scranton pack
peddler, a few evenings ago was pass
ing through the Woods near Suinner
ville, renn. Hunger and a natural
fear of losing his way made him push
on rapidly, when he was suddenly
brought to a halt by the fall of a heavy
object on his pack.
Tho shock was so sudden thnt the
peddler fell backward, but in going
down his headturne I so that he could
see that the object was n monster
wildcat. Man and cat scrambled to
their feet. The peddler stared and
the cat glared. Carl was desperately
frightened, but he was cornered and
had to defend himself. When he saw
tho cat jump for his throat ho swung
the pack around in front of him, and
the cat came against it and held on
with his claws and teeth.
The peddler did not wait to see how
tho cat was going to proceed, but
dropped the pack and quickly got a
club. When the cat disentangled its
claws and made its third attack tho
club landed on its head, killing it.
Carl stuffed the carcass in his pack,
and the next day the County Com
missioners allowed him $2 for the
pelt.
Plucky Stiige Orlvcr.
Just at dawn a few days ago an at
tempt was made to hold up the stage
running from Alturas to Redding,
Cal. When about three miles from
town the driver, William Connery,
became aware that some one was
climbing on his stage from behind.
As the driver turned the would-be
robber pointed a pistol squarely in his
face and fired, the bullet passing
through his cheek, and carrying away
several teeth and a part of the roof of
the mouth.
A hand toslinnd contest followed,
the driver using his heavy whip, while
the robber shot three times more at
his intended victim. A second bul
let grazed Connery's face, and the
powder from n third shot burned his
neck. The fourth bullet flew wild.
Connery finally succeeded in forcing
the robber to the ground, and tho stage *
horses dashed away, carrying the
plucky driver out of harm's reach.
The assets of the American Univer
sity (Methodist) at Washington, D. C.,
arc said to be over 81.000.000.