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Spain has t>vded real estate for ex
perience.
A Chicago millionaire paid a widow
$105,000 for the return of his love let
ters. Who says it doesn't pay to be
sentimental ?
American enterprise lias recorded
another victory, Commissioner General
Peck having obtained 22,000 square 1
feet more of space for our exhibits at
the Paris Exposition. Now let all unite
to show Europe the evidences of
America's tremendous industrial
achievements.
Consul Gowey at Y'okohama says
there has been an astonishing increase
in tho imports of American Hour into
Japan. In 1892 the total import of
flour was 1002 pounds, but in 1890
the business had swelled to a total ot
82,009,000 pounds. During 1897 the
quantity of imports slightly fell off,
but the value increased $80,183, as
compared with tho preceding year.
We call ourselves a big people, and
we are in many respects, as for exam
ple, in the matter of size of our iron
mills. Some American furnaces pro
duce from 2500 to 4000 tons of pig
iron every week, while the average
weekly output in England is from
500 to 700 tons. This fact explains
in part the ability of American iron
manufacturers t) successfully com
pete with English manufacturers.
On tho island of Sardinia brigand
age is apparently a more protitable
pursuit than literature. Perhaps the
same is true elsewhere. However, in
the case of Italy's little island the
death of Sal is Giovanni Corbadu,poet,
novelist, historian and brigand
proves it. Now that he is deal.it
appears that robbery furnished him a
living, while the composition of un
salable verses diverted his leisure
hours. His productions are now be
ing published.
Pending the construction of tha
"Capo to Cairo" railroad in Africa it
is to be observed that thero is at the
present moment a highway open for
travel over that very route, partly ou
lakes and rivers by steamer, and part
ly on land by railroad and wagon. It
follows the Nile, the great lakes, and
the grand trek through Matabelelaud
and Mashonaland. The distance from
Cape Town to Cairo is about 0250
miles.au 1 it maybe traversed in safety
and comfort in eighty-five days.
The science of forestry aims to pre
serve the tree-covered surface of the
earth, by cutting according to rules,
which will insure a new tree for every
old one removed. This it accom
plishes and more. It clears out
growths hurtful to those trees that
have economical value. It discrimi- i
nates between tho more or less valua
ble timbers. It ascertains what kind
of trees thrive best in pniti mlnr soils
and climates. It devises tho means to
destroy hurtful insects, and to pro
vent forest tires, and to preserve game
and fish. It concerns itself with road
making and the improvement of water
courses to bring out timber at th
smallest expense. In short, it pro
ceeds upon the theory that forest cul
ture is a business, a matter of dollars
and cents on a large scale, extending
not mere'y over a lifetime, but over
the duration of the world. It is a
sublime thought that when we take
steps to preserve the forest wo are
conferring benefit beings
to ail time.
A Hound Defeat.* a Wolf.
A cowherd, Mike Sullivan, was at
tacked by a large wolf at Prospect
Lake, Col., recently while attending
his cattle. Ho flourished his club,
but the beast snarled and refused to
retreat. Matters were getting serious
for U*e man when a Russian wolfhound
appeared and a fierce fight followed.
The hound was shaker off and the
wolf escaped into the lake, but re
turned to shore soon, as the water was
quite cold. Tho fight between the
wolf and bound was renowed. This
time the latter fastened on to his an
tagonist's neck, and held it until a few
well-directed blows from a clab ended
the struggle—New York Times.
HOSANNA _AND HUZZAH.
Ere over the prurs aro silenced;
Ere ever the mandate, Peace!
Shall fall on tho raging nations,
Shall bid all their warfare cease;
Ere ever the lamb in slumber
Lies safe 'neath tho lion's paw.
Wo will cry to the East: Hosanna!
Wo will call to the West: Huzzah!
A hymn to the Qod of Battles,
Who glveth the conq'rlng sword,
Who harks to tho cry for justice,
Who beads for the weak one's word;
A hymn for the grandest triumph
E'or given tho world to cheer
We will lift that the East may hnrken,
We will sing that the West may hear.
83 PRETTIEST ROMANCE 1
iOF ALL THE WAR. P
By ADA PATTERSON.
[Tho most dramatic romance of tho war
with Bpaln Is that of young Lieutenant
Luko w. Torrill, of Louisville, Ky., and
Souorita Maxia Antonius, of Barcelona,
Spain. Its situations are as marvelous as
thoso of unv melodrama, its motives as ,
tender as those of uny idyl ever written.
It Is a story of battleaiid doath and mourn- ;
lug and love. Its recital Is a bit of descrip
tive music In which can bo heard, first, the
reveille, then a death cry, the mourning
volco of a woman, a song of love and the
chime of marriage bells. A Kontucky llou
teuant and a Spanish captain nnd tho girl
who was the daughter of one and will bo
brldo of the other, aro tho three chief
figures In tho romance.]
I.
"roc HAVE DEEN A GENEROUS FOE.*'
implore you
'M to keep the coat.
bloodstains
W/ and its bullet
Isl kolcs will re
!( mind you of a
L L I Spaniard's death
wound and his
I thanks
'K\ lij ' 4 America no,
Efjfml
" ' " come. Kiss me,
my friend. Adiosl"
A big, honest-eyed Kcntuckian
stooped above a dying Spaniard, Ho
touched tho paling, bearded lips with
his and found that tho darkness and
the cold had indeed como.
A girl who had boen holding tho
hand of tho Spanish captain, Jesu An
tonius, in hers felt tha fingere stiffen
and grow chill. She pressed her
olive cheek close to his black-bearded
one. Again she felt tho chill. Weep
ing besido him there, it was ea3y to
i note tho resemblance of her delicate
profile to his harsher one, and to know
that Captain Jesu Antonius, dead, and
Maxia Antonius, mourning, were
father and daughter.
Lieutenant Luke Terrill himself led
the weeping girl away from tho stark,
soldierly iiguro ou tho hacienda ver
anda. A wrinkled, yellow duenna
met him at tho door and snatched the
girl's hand from his arm.
"Accursed Americano. There is
your work. You shall not enter here!"
Crossing herself and mumbling, she
hurried the girl away, but not before
Senorita Maxia Antonius had given a
backward glance of grief and grati
tude.
The Spanish physician tolerated
the touch of the American upon tho
body of Captain Antonius. Ho saw it
was a strong and wise and tender
touch. He allowed him to help to
carry the dead captain within. Then
ho dismissed him and Lieutenant
Terrill returned to tho detachment of
men that had been stationed on the
hacienda to save Captain Antonius's
property from tho revengeful and
ravaging Porto Ricans.
Ho was a splendid young specimen
of manhood, from that splendid rear
ing ground of men, Kentucky. He
was a good six feet in height, and had
n fine sweep of shoulders and the free
stride of an Indian. His eyes were
flank and blue. His hair and mus
tache were of the color of the chest
nuts in tho woods at home. He had
written a long letter to his mother
that morning.
"I am in charge of fifty men, who
are guarding the hacienda of a rich
Spaniard from Barcelona, who is
skirmishing somewhera near Ponce.
Tho Porto Ricans hato hira because
ha is rich and Spanish and spends
only a month or two here at the
hacienda. Now that ho has joined
the army they are rnoro vindictive
than ever. There are only his daugh
ter—a young woman, tha most beau
tiful I ever saw; mother, who casts
tho most disdainful glances upon mo
and never deigns to speak—and three
or four servants. It is rather monot
onous, this role of unwelcome pro
tector. I wish something would hap
pen to stir the blood."
And something did happen before
tho ink was dry upon the paper. A
little procession filed outof the woods
nnd up the hill. A torn handkerchief
waved from a branch tho bearer had
cut in the woods. It was a pitiful
flag of trace, and the Lieutenant or
dored his men to lower their guns.
As tho men came near it eould be
seen that tho moil boro a litter. Tho
Kentnckian and his men went to meet
them.
"I surrender, Americano; it is
final," said the uian on tho litter, with
a grim attempt at a joke.
Lieutenant Terrill moistened the
old man's lips from a canteen. He
bade his own men relieve the tired
men who carried the litter. He
loosened the coat that seemed too
tight for the heaving chest of the
Spaniard in his death agony.
"Ycu have protected my home and
my 'ittle one? Thanks! Thanks!"
ivJd so they hnd carried Captain
Antonius to his home. He had
begged that they let him rest upon
the veranda.
"I am too tired. I can go no
Far over tho waving banners
Tho foundry's flame-plumes swirl;
And over the stoker blazons
Tho flag which ho helped unfurl.
But if o'er our hearths one hovers
Tho glory of sacrifice—
Wo will make to tho East no moanings.
Wo will mako to tho West no cries.
The fires of conquest kindle;
Tho clang of our sword sounds far;
Tho lion purrs as ho watches
Ills whelp at tho game of war.
But ore we forget in our triumph.
And lost wo grow faint in our causo,
Wo will cry to tho East Hosannas,
Wo yvlll shout to tho West Huzzahs.
-Graco Dufilo Boylan, in Chicago Journal.
farther," ho said. "I want to die on -
the hacienda, but in the sunshine.
Call Maxia." <
Sho had come nnd kissed his hands i
and wept as a frightened child. He i
had petted and soothed her and then :
turned to the big man who wore the
uniform of the enemy.
"You have been a generous foe.
Keep this coat. It will remind you of
a Spaniard's death wound and his
thanks.
"Americano, tho darkness nnd the
cold aro come. Kiss mo, my friend.
Adios."
11.
LIEUT, TEBBILL'S STUANGE BELEA.SE.
Lieutenant Terrill was ordered to
l Gcyamn the day after the death of
the Spauish captain.
Carefully packed in his meagre lug
gage was a coat of Spanish army pat
tern with an officer's badge and the
rents and the blood stains made by
four American bullets. The withered,
yellow duenna had brought it to him.
Terrill did something foolish for a
brawny Kentucky officer when he
paoked that coat among his belong
ings. Ho looked upon the br"east of
tho coat for the stain of tear drops
from the pretty Senorita Maxia's eyes.
He blushed like any girl. He called
himself a sentimental fool.
Tho yellow fiend had been let loose
at Bonce, and people were dying by
the score. It was foolhardy for Lieu
tenant Terrill to wander thero from
Gtiyaraa. Thero were rnoro dangers
than that of yellow fever threatening
visitors to Ponce. It had been aban
doned by American soldiers, and
Spanish sympathizers had resumed
their tyranny. Lieutenant Terrill
could give no satisfactory reason for
his visit to Ponce. He was not apt
to inventions, and had ho told them
that a fancy to be nearer tho lovely
senorita Maxia Antonius had beon the
moving causo of his jouruoy they would
have jeered at him for his presump
tion. They cried "Spy! Spy!" And
so Lieutenant Terrill was thrown into
prison.
He was not allowed to send a mes-!
sago to his regiment, nor to his home.
While not iucomunicado, he was so
despised and feared as a spy that no
ono in Ponce would bo the bearer of a
word from him. The jailer was inso
lent, and the guards made ghastly
pantomime of a blindfolded man be
fore a lino of men who were aiming
Mauser rifles at hiin. And, again, tha
Keutuckian called himself a fool, and
smoked vigorously.
One day there was a disturbance
outside the jail. Lieutenant Terrill
looked through his barred windows.
Was the pantomime of tho blindfolded
man standing before a lice of Spanish
soldiery with Mauser rifles to be en
acted? He set his teeth firmly. He
would die like a Kcntuckica and an
officer.
There were Spauish soldiers com
ing. They were armed with Mauser
lilies. At their head, however, walked
a young, graceful figure, whoso bent
bead was gracefully draped with a lace
mantilla. The outline of tho olive
cheek showed through. He had seen
that cheek pressed against a bearded,
dead face. Beside her walked a with
ered, yellow duonna.
They came to seo him executed.
Was it cruelty or pity?
His jailer unlocked tho door. His
manner was most deferential,
"You are free, Senor Americano."
Senorita Antonius was just behind
the jailer.
"I--you—it is pleasant that yon are
free, Senor," BIIG stammered. "You
were good to my dear father," and n
tenv trickled through her long black
lashes.
Kentuckiaus are not laggards cither
in love or war. Lieutenant Terrill
grasped the senorita's hand with both
of his, even while tho duenna gasped
nnd the Spauish soldiers looked a3
though ready to aim Mauser rifles.
"I'lea3aut to bo free, senorita, but
heavenly to owe it to you," he cried,
even while the olive faco turned crim
son.
They walked to the nearest hotel,
tho lieutenant and tho senorita and
the duenna, the guard having dis
persed, because no longor necessary.
Senorita Antonius shyly told how a
i Spanish color-sergeant, who was ono
i of her suitors, had boasted that an
American had been found prowling in
i sanely and alone about Ponce, and
i that he had been imprisoned and
1 would be shot as a spy, though the
i color-sergeant's opinion wa3 that he was
i a lunatic; how she had suspected that
i the lunatio was her late protector and
her father's friend; how she had beon
[ able through the influence of her dead
father's name to secure his release;
i and—well, how glad she was. Hire
1 looked very Sweetly at him then be
i neath the mantilla, though the duenna
frowned and mumbled. Lieutenant
) Terrill, I have said, was no laggard in
war, ami lie proposed and was ac
copted.
Tho senorita and her dnenna re
turned to the hacienda that day. The
Lieutenant was to follow them the
next, but the yollow fiend forbado it.
Instead of going to the hacienda he
was sent home on the Belief.
in.
ANOTHER INTERNATIONAL MARRIAGE.
Lienteuant Terrill is convalescing
rapidly at his home at Louisville, but
not half as quickly as ho wishes.
Every lettter he receives from the
Porto Bican hacienda makes him more
impatient of the lassitude of illness.
One fact is assured. There will be
a wedding in the little church at
Ponce. Out in the church yard there
is a grave two months old. It can be
seen from the altar before whioh
Senorita Maxia Antoniuß and Lieu
tenant Luke W. Terrill will plight
their marriage vows. If Captain Jesu
Antonius knows, he is glad.
It is the wish of the bride that they
shall go to her home at Barcelona,
Spain, on their wedding tour and the
devoted Kentuckian would gladly go
to the wilds of the Congo with her as
companion. If the President will
grant him leave of absenco they will
spend their honeymoon in Spain and
return to the sunny hacienda in the
spring.
| Beside the beautiful bride's 2000
acres, near Ponce, and her ancestral
estate in Spain, the happy pair will
have one treasure trove, the bullet
torn, blood-stained coat of a Spanish
officer's uniform.—New York Journal,
A NAPOLEONIC ENSIGN.
How Young Cur.in, U.S. N., Demanded Iho
Surrender of Ponce.
Richard Harding Davis, in an article
in Scribaer's Magazine on tho Porto
Bico Campaign, relates how Ensign
Curtiu demauded the surrender of
Ponce, a3 follows:
Ho is about the youngest-looking
boy in the navy, and ho is short of
stature, but in his methods he is
Napoleonic. Ho landed, with a let
ter, for tho military commander,
which demauded the surrender of the
port and oity, and ho woro his side
arms, and an expression in whioh
there was no trace of pity. Tho Cap
tain of tho Port informed him that the
military commander was at Ponce,
but that he might bo persuaded to
surrender if the American naval officer
would condescend to drive up to
Ponce, and make his demands iu per
son. The Atncrioan officer fairly
shook and quivered with indignation.
"Zounds," nud "Gadzooks," aud
"Kaug if, sir," would have utterly
failed to express his astonishment.
Had it come to this, then, that an en
sign, holding the President's commis
sion, nud representing such a ship of
terror us the Wasp, was to go to a
mero colonel, commanding a district
of 00,000 inhabitants?
"Ho*.v long will it take thnt military
oommamler to get down hero if ho
hurries?" demanded Ensign Curtin.
The trembling Captain of tho Port,
the terrified foreign consuls and the
custom house officials thought that a
swift-moving cab might bring him to
the port in a half hour.
"Have your a telephone nbout the
place?" asked the Napoleonic Curtin.
They had.
"Then cnll him up and tell him that
if he doesn't come down here in a
hack in thirty minutes and surrender,
I shall bombard Ponce!"
This was the Ensign's ultimatum.
He turned his hack on the terrified
inhabitants and returned to his gig.
Four haoks started on a mad race for
Ponce, and tho central office of the
telephone rang with hurry calls.
On his way out to the ship Ensign
Curtin met Commander Davis on his
way to the shore. Commander Davis
looked at his watch. "I shall extend
his time another half hour," said Com
mander Davis. Ensign Curtin sa
luted sternly, making no criticism
upon this weak generosity on tho
part of his superior officer, hut he
could afford to be magnanimous.
Apple-Fed Deer.
The tameness of the deer in Maine
is remarkable. They chum with cattle
in the pastures and make themselves
at home in barnyards, while a few
cases are reported where men have
made pets of deer and allowed them
to fatten in their orchards, sc that tho
animals might be good and fat when
the shooting season opened. Such an
npple-fed deer was brought to Bangor
recently, and it is asserted that the
fruit diet will greatly improve the
flavor of the meat.
A man who was carting a load of
apples along the road to Ellsworth,
the other day, had a strange experi
ence with hungry deer. The cart
broke down, and the man decided to
camp out on tho road for tho night.
At midnight he was awakened by a
crunching noise and found his outfit
surrounded by a herd of deer who
were helping themselves to tho apples
in tho crates and boxes. The man
had a gun, but it wa3 one day before
open time, and he had too muoh re
spect for the law to shoot.—New York
Sun.
The lleavlest Man on Eurtlu
If greatest were the test of avoir
dupois the place of honor would be
filled by Maurice Cauon, a uativo of
the small frontier town of Stein, in
the Stato of Constance. This man is
said to weigh not less than fifty stone,
and may claim to be tho heaviest man
on earth. He measures over 100
inches around tho waist and sixty
four around the thigh. His enormous
weight does not apparently incon
venience him, for he is active and iu
robust health. Ho is a well-to-do,
middle-aged farmer, and, though his
gigautio proportions naturally make
him an object of curiosity to his neigh
bors, ho has declined all offers to
stray from his native fields. —Human
itarian,
I TALES OF PLUCK 1
AND ADVENTEJBB. j
SK : 3ief©je(eiei©!e. , e!€s. , c*3ie.efs;ofeie^
I.ivcly Flglm Willi a Bear.
Seward J. Baggerly, half back of the
Clyde football team of 1890, has writ
ton to friends at Lyons, N. Y,, from
Dawson City, giving an account of n
fight he had with a bear. Here i 3 what
ho says:
"You can talk about your Spanish
war, but I have had worse than the
Spaniards to face. Ail summer I have
been on Sulphur Creek aud liadngood
time, also lots of fresh meat, for wo
killed two bears and throe moose. On
June 14 two men named Kavanaugh
and Greenen came to tho cabin of Mr.
Clark aud myself and told us that tho
bears had been in tho cabin of claim
No. 42, and had taken a sack of fionr
and fruit, and they wanted us to watch
for the beast that night.
"Clark said he would if Kavanaugh
and Greeuen would stay all night, and
they did. "We all went up near the
cabin, and lay behind a log to wait for
the hear to come, but later Barney,
Greenen and I went up the trail to No.
89 cabin to find out if they had seen
tho bear. As wo npproaclied 39 we
saw the owner on tho roof, and he told
us that a largo bear was going on to
42, and wo must go back aud tell tho
hoys. Tho bear was, he said, going
slowly along the l-idgo. When wo re
turned we found that Mr. Clark had
takou one of tho rifles aud had gono
down to cabin 44 for some tobacco. As
Barney wn3 tnyiug bo would go and
fetch Clark wo heard the bear give two
loud roars. I looked over tho log, and
there stood his beavshlp about 109
yards away, as large as n small borse.
"Presently tho bear started toward
the cabin nud walked around it three
times. Finally he stopped nud put his
front feet on the top of tho cabin to
seo if any one was there. Then he
walked up to the dor/ uud toro tho
door off as if it were paper. Boon he
walked into tho cabin, hut iu n few
minutes came out again aud started
right toward us. When he was about
oue-third of tho way, Kavauaugh
turned over and said to"me: 'Shall wo
run?' I replied: 'No, giva mo your
revolver and we will fight him.' "We
hadn't been waiting for him just to
look at him nud run.
"Ilavauaugh had his viflo and I had
his revolver, aud as wo were about to
fire tho bear went back into the eabiD.
Occasionally the bear would stick his
head out of the door to scs if all was
well. Wo lost sight of his bcavship
after a time, aud we thought ho had
found Bomethingtoeat. Soon I heard
tome ouo como running through the
bushes, aud there were Clark and
Barney, Just then the bear came out
of tho cabin, and Kavanaugh fired,
striking tho bear in the shoulder.
"The animal turned a complete
Fomersault. Kavauaugh fired again,
then he and I ran after the bear. By
this time tho other men came up. One
of them nearly fainted. He said:
'Take the rifle; lam out of breath.'
I took the rifle and we started into
Ihe woods after the bear. Suddenly
Kavanaugh began to fire, and there
was tho bear on his hind legs coining
light at us. You would have thought
it was a Spanish-Americau battle by
tho Bound of tho shots wo sent into
that bear. We wore obliged to unload
two l-iiles and a revolver iuto his bear
ship befdre he was dead,
"I have been with many football
players, aud I never saw ono so
anxious to get hold of mo as that bear
was. Aud for the first time iu my
life I wa3 afraid. The bear looked as
big as a church, but of a different dis
position. After he was dead we
shrieked and howled, and all tho
people on Sulphur Creek knew what
had happened, and tbero was a jolly
time on old Sulphur that night. Later
we had a guessiug contest as to tho
bear's weight, aud we all guessed
about 700 pounds, but when tho hoar
stood ou his hiud logs and came at us
we thought ho would earily weigh 7000
pounds.
"On July 25, about 4 o'elook iu the
morning, we were awakened by tho
yells of n man who had been sleeping
on the ground not far away from our
cabin. A black bear had arrived
during tho night nud struck him on
tho leg. Tho frightened man grabbed
his axe and began yellingfor dear life.
Barney killed the hear the first shot,
but his bearship was small and lean
aud did not show fight. The large
bear was a bald face".
Exciting Episode From India.
Dinner was just finished, nud sev
eral English officers woro sitting
around tho table. Tho conversation
had not been animated, and there
enrne a lull, as the night was too hot
for email talk. The Major of tho
regiment, a olean-cut man of fifty-five,
turned toward his next neighbor at
tho table, a young subaltern, who was
leaning back iu bis chair with his
hands clasped behind his head, star
ing through tho cigar smoke at the
ceiling. Tho Major was slowly look
ing tho man over, from his handsome
face down, when, with a sudden alert
ness nud in n quiet, steady voice, ho
E.aid: "Don't move, please, Mr. Cur
ruthers. I want to try an experiment
with you. Don't movo a muscle."
"All right, Major, responded the
subaltern, without even turning his
eyes; "hadn't the least idea of mov
ing, assure you! What's the game?"
By this time all the others were listen
ing in a lazily expectant way. "Do you
think," continued tho Major—and his
voice trembled just a little—"that
you can keep absolutely still for, say,
two minutes—to save your life?" "Are
you joking?" "On the contrary,
move a mnsole and you are a dead
man. Can you stand the strain?"
The subaltern barely whispered
"Yes." and his faca paled slightly.
"Burke," said the Major, addressing
an officer across the table, "pour some
of that milk into a saucer, and set it
on the floor hero just at the back of
me. Gently, man! Quiet!" Not a
word was spoken as the officer quietly
filled the saucer, walked with it care
fully around the table, nnd set it
down where the Major had indicated
on the floor. Like a marble statue sat
the young subaltern in his white linen
clothes, while a cobra de capello
which had been crawling up the leg
of his trousers slowly raised its head,
then turned, descended to the floor,
and glided toward the milk. Sudden
ly the silence was broken by the re
port of the Major's revolver, and the
snake lay dead on the floor. ''Thank
you, Major," said the subaltern, as the
two men shook hands warmly; "you
have saved my like!" "Your welcome,
my boy,' replied the senior; "but
you did your share."
A Providential lUf-nie.
The good ship Regular, while on a
voyage from Liverpool to Bombay,
was caught off the Cape of Good Hope
in a gale. She sprung a serious leak,
and captain and crew had to take take
to the boisterous sea in open boats.
They had run so far off the course of
vessels that there was small prospect
of rescue. "What seemed the direct
intervention of Providence was evi
dent in their ease," says Commander
Pasco, in "A Roving Commission."
Captain Boi, of the French frigate
L'Alemene, who rescued the captain
aud crew from the boats, tells how it
was brought about. Ho was on the
deck of his vessel at the moment, as
afterward nppeared, when the sinking
ship was abandoned, and remarking
to the officer of tho watch that it was
time to change tho course of
L'Alemene, ho went below to consult
the chart.
"I went into my cabin," ho says,
"for the solo purpose of consulting
tho chart, but paused for a moment to
glnnce at a book that lay open on tho
table. There 1 fell asleep, a most un
usual thing for mo during daylight.
"I slopt on, I knew not how long,
but when I waked it was dark and X
was bo'h cold and hungry. My last
waking thought had boon of changing
the vessel's course; and X went on
deck, supposing that that had been
done, but found the ship still steering
cast.
" 'How is this?" I asked; 'did I not
direct the course to be altered?'
" 'I was told that yon were going to
consult the chart,' replied the officer,
'and then fix tho course.'
" 'So I did; what time is it?' I
asked.
" 'Past midnight, sir; this is tho
middle watch.'
" 'All right,' I said, 'we will con
tinue on this course until wo get sights
for longitude in the morning.'
"Before that was done wo had
sighted ono boat and rescued its crew;
aud we kopt oa the same course until
we found the second boat."
The at Balaclava.
Of the mad but heroic cuarge of tho
Light Brigade a hundred incidents
are preserved—thrilling, humorous,
shocking. The Cornhill Magazine tells
of n man of the Seventeenth Laucers,
who was heard to shout, just as they
raced in upon the guns, a quotation
from Shakespeare, "Who is there here
would ask more men from Englaud?"
The regimental butcher of tho Seven
teenth Laucers wa3 engaged in killing
a sheep when ho hoard the trumpets
sound for tho charge. He leaped on
a horse; iu shirt sieeve3, with bare
arms, and pipe in mouth, rode through
the wliolo charge, slew, it is said, six
men with his own liaud, aud came
back agaiu, pipe still iu mouthl A
private of tho Eleventh was under ar
rest for draukouuess when tho charge
began; but ho broke out, followed his
troop on a spare horse, picked up a
sword as ho rode, aud shared in the
rapture and perils of the charge. The
charge lasted twenty minutes; aud
was ever before such daring or such
suffering packed into a space so briofl
The squadrons rode Into tho fight num
bering 07fl horseui. their mounted
strength when the fi. 'it was over was
exactly 193.
It was all a blunder; but it evoked a
heroism which made tho blunder it
self magnificent. And as long as brave
dcodscan thrill tho imagination of
men tho story will be remembered of
how—
"3'ormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well.
Into tbejaws of death.
Into the mouth of hell;
Noble Six Hundrf .1."
Max O'Rell's Tobacco I'otjclt.
"On April IX," says Max O'Rell,
"my regiment received orders to at
tack Neuilly bridge, a formidable po
sition held by the Communists. We
had no cavalry to do tho work, so the
artillery was ordered to send the can
non away and to charge the force oc
cupying the bridge. Forty men un
der my command wero chosen. I re
viewed my men. One of thorn looked
sulky. 'What's the matter with you? 1
I asked. 'Why, Lieutenant,' ho re
plied, 'we shall none of us come back;
the job is a big one. I should like to
have a pipe before going, and I have
no tobacoo,' 'Look here, old fellow,'
X said, 'fill your pipe and have a
smoke. We charge iu ten minutes.'
I gave him my pouch. He filled his
pipe nnd smoked. He said nothing
beyond a 'Thank you!' •
"We started by a by-street, and, as
soon as wo appeared on the main
road, XOO yards from the bridge, we
made a dash. What the Germans had
not done some compatriot of mine
succeeded in doing. I fell severely
wounded. Out of the forty men who
started ten took the bridge. I was
quickly picked up and taken to a
house in safety by ono of my men
the one. whose pipe I had helped to
fill, .For such a small service a
French soldier will risk his- life, and X
have always thought I owod mine to
my tobaeeo pouoh."
ON THE FARM.
Well, boys, the corn Is glttln' dry
And huskin' time is drawn' nigh!
It does my wrinkled old heart good
To look out where tho green corn stood
Aud see Instead shocks turnln' brown
Aud punklns lollln' all aroun'—
Tho old redskinsl they spile my eyes
For anythia' but punkin pies.
I see the airly frost has come
And teched the path of cabbage some;
I hope the winter wheat ain't hurt.
Last week It tuok a lively spurt;
So, with some snow to mat it well,
I reckon It can watt a spell—
J'ever think a grain of wheat
Looks liko them "rolls" the town folks eat?
The turkeys Is a-growln' fat;
If them birds knew where they was at
They wouldn't stuff themselves that way,
Pervidin' fer Thanksglvln 1 day.
The crops Is in; the fall is here—
And what a old rip-snortln' year!
It makes my wrinkled old heart swell
Sometimes to—hear that dinner belli
HUMOR OF THE DAY.
"His Honor is at steak." said the
waiter when the county judge was at
dinner.
Boh—"What makes you think a
leopardjcan change hi 3 spots?" Fred—
"Well, he can change his hido'n places,
can't he?"
"What's in a name?" a recent trav
eler was henrd to exclaim. "Why,
about the hottest country on tho globe
is Chili!"
"Was there much damage to the li
brary by fire?" "Well, all the rare
books are well done now."—Yonkers
Statesman.
A somewhat weather-beaten tramp,
being nsked what was the matter with
his coat, replied, "Insomnia; it hasn't
had a nap in ten years."
Ho (desperately)—" Will you marry
me? I've asked you to marry me twice."
She (languidly)—"No; I wouldn't even
marry you once." —Adams Freeman.
"Your replies are very tart," said
the young husband. Then ho hastily
added: "But they are not as tart as
those that mother made."—Cleveland
Plain Dealer.
Twynn—"A lately-discovered an
tiseptio is called by its German dis
coverer, "Potassiumorthodiuitrocres
coiato." Triplett— "How did he dis
cover its name?"— Puck.
Cholly—"Yaas, sevewal years ago I
fell deeply in love with a girl, but she
rejected me—made a regular fool of
me." Molly—"And you never got
over it?"— Brooklyn Life.
Visitor (in insane asylum)—" And
this poor fellow is the father of trip
lets. Why does he continually call for
a gun?" Attendant—"He thinks ho
sees n stork, mum."—Town Topics.
Madam (to riding master) "Well,
sir, do you think X make any progress?"
Riding Master —"Certainly; yon fall
much more gracefully than you used
to when yon first began."—Bicycling
World.
"That's quite a draft from the west
this morning," remarked tho banker
to the cashier as they glanced over
the mail. The new office boy promptly
closed tho transom and again stood, at
attention.—Detroit X''ree Press.
"Did you Bee the story of that fel
low with only SBOO who succeeded in
failing for$80,000?" "Sure." "What
do you think of it?" "Well, I wouldn't
liko to do it myself, but I would like
to be ablo to do it."—Chicago Evening
Post.
Sabbath School Teacher—"Why,
Petoy Murphy I Fighting again? Did
not last Sunday's lesson teach that
when yon ore struck on one cheek to
turn the other to the striker?" Petey
Murphy—"Yes'm; but he welted mo
on the nose, an' I only got one."
A travelor announces as a fact (and
though he is n "traveler" wo believo
him) that ho cnce iu his life beheld peo
plo "minding their own business."
This remarkable occurrence happened
at sea, the passengers being "tco siek"
to attend to each other's concerns.
Doctor—"Well, Johnnie, don't you
feel better since I gave you tho medi
cine?" Doctor—"Yes; I forgot all
about being ill." Doctor —"That's
what I thought; nnd it wasn't hard to
take, was it?" Johnny—"Well it was
rather, for it took two of us boys to
hold Carlo while we gave it to him."
"I should think you would get some
work to do," said the elderly lady to a
tramp who had left his friend at tho
gate. "I'm working at my regular
business, right along, madam," said
the itinerant. "And what might your
regular business be?" "Traveling
companion, madam."—Yonkers States
man.
Teacher—"Johnny, can you tell me
what is meant by 'steward?' " Johnny
—"A steward is a man that doesn't
mind his own business." Teaoher—
"Why, where did you got that idea?"
Johnny—"Well I looked it up in the
'dictionary, and it said: 'A man who
attends to the affairs of others.'"—
Truth.
A Budget of Definition*.
Memory—The index to a person's
thoughts.
Barytone—The singer who is classed
as n bass imitation.
Sympathy—The connecting link be
tween joy and sorrow.
Bluff—A pretty good substitute for
anything but brains.
Roomy—The flat with many rooms,
but with no room in any of them.
Sentiment—A good thing as long as
it 2an J>e kept on a paying basis.
S-. Silence —Something that is espec
ially golden when we have nothing to
say.,.
ft.. Consoience—The part of a man that
hurts him when his neighbor does
Viobg.—Chicago Daily News.
A Waterloo Tropliy.
One of the special trophies of the
batHe of Waterloo was carried off by
the Scots Greys, the regiment which,
it Dettiugen, in 17X8, captured the
wlute [standard of the celebrated
Household Cavalry of France, the
proncust trophy that warlike ambition
might covet.