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The snow flurries were blinding the
•yes of the passing throng, but Pietro
stood valiantly at the curb, holding out
his plaster images for sale. It seemed
bitterly cold to the mufllod, skurrying
crowd, but it was warm and balmy to
Pietro. Though the hands which held
out the little white image of the w4ng
ed victory or a bust of Beethoven
were blue and stiff, and the narrow
shoulders of the thin frame were dou
bled together in an attitude of cringing
subjection, yet the eyes of Pietro were
looking far beyond the brilliant shops
of Fifth avenue. In his imagination
lie was wandering in the Elysian fields i
with his Beatricia, where the sunlight
gilded the meadows and the smile of
nature shone everywhere.
O valiant heart of Pietro! For two
years now lie had molded plaster casts
nnd images and sold his wares on
street corners and hoarded the meager
gain to be able to get back to his Bea
tricia. On the banks of the Tiber ho
had left her, picking grapes with the
fien and girls in the Roman vineyards,
rnd he had come to seek an El Dorado
before he claimed her as his bride.
For one long, sad year of separation
|he wrote to him. She upbraided liirn
Jar his slowness in winning the wealth
they had dreamed of, she scolded him
Jor only luke-warm affection, she
Wounded his sensitive soul with re
lented attacks on his loyalty and love,
f.nd gradually these criticisms, ema
nating from the restless, passionate
foul of the young girl, tender but sel
fish, giving much but demanding more,
crushed the ardent spirit of the young
Italian, and he drew his love within
the recesses of his heart and brooded
fiver it, and ceased to pour out the
foul's desires in the little message
which he sent occasionally across the
water.
Finally, when she believed her love
100 little appreciated, she ceased alto
BEATRICIA.
£ether to write. Pietro had been wait
ing and watching and counting the
days for the letter which she owed.
Weeks went by, then months, and no
word came to lighten his labors and
his loneliness. The first sharp pain of
disappointment gave way to a long,
dull, ceaseless agony that filled his
heart to the brim and made It throb
wildly at times within the tender
walls. Oh, beloved Beatricia," he
would cry out In the wakeful watcheß
of the long night, "have you forgotten
your Pietro?"
The plaster Venuses and Mercurys
and Sacred Marys stood side by side
along the shelves of his shop, gazing
down on him from their classic gran
fieur with cold, unpitying eyes. Some
times at night he thought that he saw
the imperious Milo shake her head dis
dainfully when he cried aloud. Mer
cury sneered, ar.d a dimpled Cupid's
head, by Praxiteles, broke into amused
mirth. Once in his grief he knelt be
fore a Mary, which he had himself
molded that very day, and ho prayed
wildly and despairingly, and, as if in
lompassion, it seemed to him that the
/acred lips of the imago moved to
Intercede.
He lived alone. Others In "Little
Italy" sought o know him and draw
him out of himself. He wa3 a hand
jome youth, perhaps 22 years of age,
nd many of the American horn young
Italian girls cast amorous glances at
him. He did not even notice them. Ho
looked far beyond them and saw a
little darlc-oyed girl, with a clear,
rhlte, transparent skin, more beautl
l)il than the day—a cameo with hut
)he merest blush of pink.
"He no goeda, he no gooda," shout
id the mob of merrymakers, tossing
back their heads in unbridled, mock
ing laughter. They would look at one
another when he passed silently, and
then raise their eyebrows significantly
nnd smile with knowing, conclusive
smiles as they touched their foreheads
with a finger.
Pietro scarcely knew of their pres
ence. He used to hear their uproar
ious laughter, but It did not attract
him. He had no respect for them.
Many were but provincial born, and
he, why. he, Pietro Gonzales, had been
born in Rome itself, above the shop
where Gonzales the elder had chiseled
Ihe heads of prelates of the Vatican
Vom the finely veined, dazzling white
ilibs of marble from Italy's own hills
and had been a true artist In his day,
and had loved art and labored for it
in the pare joy of creating. Money
to him was nothing. He did not know
hgw to earn It well, or to keep It. Art
was everything. He deemed it worth
the sacrifice of his son. whom he
forced to go to America in order to
extract a fortune from the new world.
But Pietro was beginning to learn
that fortunes are slow in coming, even
)i young, thriving provinces, and his
art was more than the art of chiseled
marbles or of piaster casts. His lovo
was his ambition. He placed It above
I bis art, above his duty, above lite it
self. And the object had only grown
to mock him for his devotion.
Often as ho sauntered along the city
streets, absorbed in thoughts of her,
he would stop with a startled look and
search the face of some passer-by that
reminded him vividly of his Beatricia.
He saw her often in this way, for her
image was really never absent from
his mind's eye. In his reveries of
her she used to appear to him, and,
as in the days of old, she would wind
her soft, gentle arms around his neck
and whisper, Pietro, thou art
a god."
For a year now he had not heard
from Iter.
"She must be dead," ho thought at
times. "If she were alive she could
not but feel the power of my love,
though the ocean lies between us."
But. like all lovers, he was selfish and
sensitive, and he had sworn on his
honor never to write to her again; and
he could picture her often making love
to Marcello and Valentino, and others
in the vineyards, as she had made love
to him.
A second summer of silence came,
and Pietro wandered out into the coun
try and walked among the wood ferns,
crushing them to his breast with his
passionate love of beauty. He would
go and spend days under the sky, beg- ;
ging for food as he went. He could
not work. He was steeped, saturated, |
overcome by the accumulated longing
within him. The army of Laughing
Fairies and Dominican Monks stood on
their shelves, a neglected array, un- ;
dusted and unsold.
The citizens of "Little Italy" forgot
his very existence. When he did not
appear they concluded that he had
returned to Italy for a time, and they j
did not even care to inquire. One day ,
a little, old woman in shabby black, j
with a coarse veil tied around her j
head so that her face was wholly con- ,
cealed, came to "Littlo Italy" anil in
quired for Pietro. She could speak no j
English, and she seemed greatly agi
tated. The women were consumed with 1
curiosity, and led her willingly to ,
Pietro's little workshop. Her terror I
was pitiable when she found that Pie
tro had gone and had not been seen
for a month. She called on her saints
in the calendar to help her, and then
on death to relieve her, and she flung
herself cn Pietro's couch and moaned
for hours. Sho barred the door and j
covered the window so that the curi
ous ones could not watch her from j
without, and she herself only emerged !
when she wanted to buy food.
It was some day 3 after this occur- i
rcnce that Pietro, walking in the coun
try, saw a vision of his Beatricia, ;
stretching out her arms to him and j
crying to him in a sad, distressed way.
The vision was so distinct that for a
moment he thought it was real.
"She is dying," he cried to the sky,
"and she is sorry and would ask my.
forgiveness, and I cannot go to her.
Oh, God of tho poor, I cannot go!"
It made such a powerful impression
upon his mind that he turned about I
immediately and began to retrace his
way back to the city and to his shop. !
When ho reached "Little Italy," a doz
en eager men and women rushed upon j
him, seized him bodily, and dragged I
him toward his abode.
"Thy mother, thine old mother, is I
here," they screamed. "Ungrateful fel- ;
low, she is alone and awaiting thee." |
For the first time in many months !
Pietro smiled.
"My mother," he whispered, "is with j
the saints and happy. What canst
thou mean?"
"Go, look for thyself, half-witted
sluggard and beggar," they bawled |
out. And they pushed him toward the j
door.
The little old woman who had im- I
prisoned herself within caught the !
shouts and the voice of Pietro, and \
her heart gave one wild bound, and :
she stood trembling at the door, ready j
to fling it open.
Pietro stepped cautiously and touch- i
ed the handle. He did not know whom
he might encounter, so his advance i
was timid. As the door swung back j
he gazed stupidly for a moment; then
a cry of joy and pain broke from his !
lips as he laid his hand on his heart
to still it 3 awful beating.
"Beatricia. my beloved! Is it thou?"
ho gasped. "Dost thou love me?"
"Madly, Pietro!"
"Thou didst come to find me, Beatri
cia?"
"Thou, alone!"
"Thou hast come to stay, Beatricia?"
"Always!"— Chicago Record.
An Ancient Fnsr!l<h C'lmrlty.
At the Kentish village of Biddenden
recently the ancient custom of distrib
uting the Biddenden maids' charity
was performed after the morning ser
vice. The charity consists of a gift
of bread and cheese to poor residents
and a roll stamped with the efilgy of
Eliza and Mary Chulkhurst, the "Bid
denden maids," to all comers. Accord
ing to tradition, Eliza and Mary Chulk
hurst were born in 1100, Jointed to
gether by the hip and in this stata
existed for thirty-four years, when
one wa3 taken ill and died. The other,
refusing to be separated, died six hours
afterward. By their will the charity
came into existence.
Two Kinds of Shooters.
It is told of Col. Hare, who 13 now
the commander of tho Thirty-third
regiment in the Philippines, but who
formerly led the Seventh cavalry, that
when he first arrived in Manila ho was
asked by Gen. Otis how many sharp
shooters he had in his command.
"Well, general," said Col. Hare, after
doing a little mental arithmetic, "I
j have .",000 sharpshooters and about
I 1,365 crap-shooters."—New York Tri
bune.
1 THE SALTED FISH CROP.
GREAT IMPROVEMENTS IN THE METH
ODS OF CURING.
Tho Variety of Flsli Salted Is Small,
| But the Quantity In Knormous-The I>e
| maud in United States Hun Recently Do
i clined—Massucliusetts* Ancient Codsllh.
The salting of fisli dates from time
immemorial. In oar own country it
: began with the first colonization and
has since been one of tho great iudus-
I tries of our country.
Just when the first fish was salted
I in the world is a fact that nobody
knows. Enough is kuown, however,
j to enable us to suy that it was thou
sands of years ago. We have records
! of codtishery off the coast of Norway
as early as tho year 000. The en
gravings on the ancient Egyptian mon
uments testify to the fishery of the
i ancients.
At tho present time there is not a
country in tho temperate zone where
fish are not salted. It was probably
not until the fifteenth century that
j the consumption of fish commenced
; on a large scale by the great middle
; class of people, at which time it ceased
to be a luxury. It is a well known
that in olden times fish were eaten
principally by the richer class of peo
ple.
Tho demand for salt fish in the
United States in the last quarter of a
century has shown a decline, due in
the greatest measure to the develop
ment of tho fresh water fisheries and
the trade in using the products of the
j sea fisheries. During recent years
the growth of the fresh water fisher
ies has been large and has made in
cursions into the business of the sea
i fisheries, both fresh and sait.
The vessels employed in the fisher
ies today are larger, faster and better
equipped than ever before. The
i catch of salt codfish by the vessels of
the United States the last 25 years
has increased from 75,000,000 to 150,-
i 000,000 pounds. The catch by the
vessels of the world, including tho
fleets of Norway, Newfoundland,
i France and Canada, is estimated at
; 500,000,000 pounds, the most of
which is exported to tropical coun
; tries after being bard dried. In this
| condition they keep ready for use
and are very desirable food in
the tropics. It is a light, palatable
food and best ndaptod to the climate.
, Then, again, the church imposes so
many fast days that salt fish is always
, in demand.
There is not much information on
the subject of tho early manner of
' salting fish, but there is no question
< but there has been a great advance
made in tho methods of curing fish
for the market. There are 150 or
j more varieties of food fish. Of these
only a very small proportion are
| salted iu large quantities for con-
I sumption by the people. It is well
known that in Europeau countries
some varieties of fish are consumed as
food which in our own markets are
considered valueless, but oven in our
own country there is a tendency, as
the more important varieties grow
scarce, to consume fish which have
been considered unsuitable for food.
The priucipal varieties of fish salt
ed are the codfish, mackerel, herring,
salmon, alewives, shad, trout, hake,
j haddock, ensk and pollock. These
i varieties of fish probably make up
' nine-tenths of the salt fish consumed
| by tho people.
The North Atlantic is probably
I richer, both as to quantity and qual
i ity, with odible fish than any other
; division of the globe's waters, and it
! may bo added that where it washes
tho coast of North America is its
I richest subdivision.
The salt ground fish industry is lo
| cated principally iu Massachusetts,
where tho amount of codfish,
hake, haddock, cusk and pollock
salted in IS'.);) was 63,900,000 pounds.
Tho codfish is synonymous with
tho name of Massachusetts, and, using
! the elegant language of ltepresenta
j tive Gal li van: *'Poised high aloft in
the hall of Massachusetts' House of
Representatives, riding serenely the
waves of debate, unperturbed by the
ebb and flow of enactment and repeal,
all the desultory storms that vexed
the nether depths of oratory, there
I has hung through immemorial years
an ancient codfish, quaintly wrought
: in wood and painted to the light,
i Humblo the subject and homely tho
| ilesign, yet this painted image bears
; />u its finny front a majesty greater
than the dignity that art can lend to
graven gold or chiseled marble. Tho
| sphere it fills is vastor than that
! through which its prototype careered
I With all the myriad tribes of the great
i deep. The lessons which may be
learned from it are nobler than any
to be drawn from what is only beau
tiful. For this sedate and solitary
fish is instinct with memories and
prophesy, like an oracle. It cele
i brates tho rise of free institutions. It
emphasizes progress. It epitomizes
Massachusetts.
t4 lt typifies the world old simplicity
of those who go down to tho sea iu
ships, the goodly, godly race, whom
the stately scriptural story has im
i mortalized, whose sturdy virtues tho
i Saviour himself distinguished in the
choice of Peter, the apostolic fisher
, mau, and *vhose singular achievemeuts
, on sea and land, in the arts, alike in
i peaco aud war, have glorified the an-
I nals of the commonwealth."
! While the Bank salt codfish fleet at
1 many of the New England ports is a
j tiling of tho past, there has been a
tendency to suit fresh fish to supply
' the demand. The business of catch
ing fresh cod and haddock during the
5 15 y:irs has boon carried on eu
ergetioiillj with the result'of periodi
• eat gluts ou the market. During
: the=o gluts large quantities of fish
' have been split and salted; if they
' hap} eu to arrive during the season
for finnan liadaies tho haddock are
j smoked. The ampunt of this fish
salted or smoked during the yea?
was, roundly, 50,000, ODD pounds. Thus
a great salt fish trade has grown up
subsidiary to the fresh fish trade.
Iu the salt fish trade of tho United
States there is probably used iu a
year about 500,000 quintals of salt
codfish, hake, haddock, cusk and pol
lock, besides 100,000 barrels of salt
mackerel and 100,000 barrels of salt
herring. Tho amount of smoked her
ring consumed aggregates 1,000,000
pounds. In addition to this there is
a good deal of pickled salmon, shad
and other fish of minor importance.
OU3 SUPPLY OF SHINCLES.
Comes Largely from the Forests of New
llrunnwiek and Quebec.
Formerly all shingles made in the
east were split from blocks and shaved
by hand with a draw knife. Those
usod iu Maine, New Hampshire and
part of Massachusetts were piue or
shaved cedar, 16 inches long. In
other states 18-inch shingles were
used. In the shingle machines then
made, the saw struck tho bolt at the
end, sawing lengthwise of the block.
This made a rough surface on the
shingles, which was said to hold the
water and make them rot quickly. Iu
1865 there began to come into use
machines made in Gardiner aud Bau
gor, Me., which cut the block on
the side instead of tho end. The
shingles sawed in this way had a sur
face almost as smooth as if shaved
and wei e of tho same thickness. These
machines caused a revolution in the
manufacture of shingles.
As the demand increased and cedar
became scarce in southern Maine,
manufacturers began to move toward
the great northern forests.
The Phoenix mill in Fredericton,
New Brunswick, was changed from a
long lumber mill and 16 machines
were put iu that cut 221,000 shingles
a day. Iu 1888 this mill passed into
tho hands of an American company
from Calais, which erected a mill at
Edmuuston, New Brunswick, with
seven innehinos. The logs for the
Pk.inix mill are cut iu Aroostook
county, Mo., and driven dowu the St.
John River. In May, 1888, the first
shingle mill in northern New Bruns
wick sawing for the American market
began operating at Dalhousie. The
owner now has mills at Cabauo and
Notre Dame du Lao, in Quebec.
The cedar forests remaining in this
part of the continent are in Aroostook
county, Me., the northern counties of
New Brunswick and the counties of
Tomiscouata, liimouski Bouaventure
aud Gaspe, in Quebec. Here cedar
grows large, and there are more trees
to tho acre than further south. It is
found ou tho high laud as well as in
the swamps. In Nova Scotia cedar
doos not grow. In southern New
Brunswick thore is not enough left to
supply ties for the local railroads.
The locations named are tho last of
the cedar forests and these are being
rapidly denuded to supply shingles
aud railroad ties, aud in a few years
all will bo cut. Goo 1 cedar lands
bhould soon become valuable as the
area is so limited.
In 1888 the first quality of shingles
sold in Boston for 53.60 a 1000, in
1898 for $2.60, in 1899 for $3.10.
The shingles cleared through the
United States consulate in St. John,
N. 8., are sawed from logs cut in
northern New Brunswick and Aroos
took county, Me. The largest amount
of shingles probably are manufactured
in the consular district of Campbell
ton, N. B. The manufacture is in
creasing here, and during 1899 there
were cleared through this office for
the United States 121,028,750
shingles, valued at $221,015.40. There
was erected during the year one mill,
with eight machinos, in Cabauo, and
another iu Notre Lame du Lac. Tho
machines were added to the mill here,
and several were set up in the woods
to saw in winter only.
The low price of 16-inch shingles
has caused them to bo used iu Ver
mout, Connecticut and northern New
York, where formerly only J 8-inch
ones were sold. All the large mills
near Bamouski, Quebec, except the
new one at Cabano, are owned by
America.—New York Press.
\r Partridge.
One would imagine that with the
modern facilities for traveling the
hunters had long ago discovered all
the game birds and their haunts in
every corner of the world. But, to
the surprise of everybody, a brand
new partridge has just turned up. It
is called tho Siberian partridge. It
is found in the mouutains of southern
Siberia, although Manchuria is be
lieved to bo its real home. It feeds
upou little wild nuts which give to
its meat a peculiarly delicious fiavor.
The birds are killed in the winter,
aud, after a thorough freezing, they
are packed aud sent by rail to Lilian
on the Baltic. From there they are
sent to London, whore they are sold
for something loss than $1 a brace.
As many as 360,000 brace have already
reached the Londou market. New
York Sun.
Nothing Spectacular In Modern War.
What struck one of the special cor
respondents with Lord Methuen's
force invalided home was the uucanui
ness of the whole thing. There is no
pomp of war, no stirring music, no
gay uniforms, and, strangest thing of
all, no visible enomy. What you see
from tho standpoint of the British
staff is a number of men clad iu khaki
dodging their way up the hill, making
for cover wherever possible. Two or
three of them suddenly drop, perhaps
one gets up and presses forwa d
again. Tho others li j where they fell,
dead or sorely wounded. As tho
Boers always fire from cover aud use
smokeless powder, there is nowhere
sign of them. That he speaks of as a
j circumstance more than all others
j tending to demoralize the men.—
London Leader.
A ROMANCE OF THE PEERAGE.
Strange Tale of Fii-o, Hired Assassins*
Thefts and Poison.
In a few weeks t, romantic story
will be told to the House of Lords by
a schoolmaster who claims to be Vis
count Keuniure, and who seeks estates
in Kirkcudbrightshire. At present
the residence known as Ivenmure
Castle, New Galloway, is occupied by
a woman whose mother was the sister
of Ada n, the last Viscount Ken mure,
who died in 1847.
The memorialist, John Gordon, in
his pleadings, recites a curious tale.
Viscount Keuniure who joined the re
bellion in 1715,aud who was behead d
on Tower hill the following year, left
two sons, both of whom died unmar
ried. His widow, neo Mary Dalziel,
shortly afterward married her foot
man, John Lumsdou, aud their chil
dren took the name of Keuniure. In
several ways, accordiug to Mr. Gor
don, did she attempt to oust hor hus
band's brother John from the position
and the family possessions to which
ho had succeeded. On one oceasiou
she tried to burn Keumuro castle at
an hour when her brother-in-law, his
wife aud his child were asleep in tho
Baliol Tower. During that night a
box containing deeds, the property of
tho Viscount, mysteriously disap
peared. It was reported that Mary
Dalziel had stolon the box. Ou tho
other hand, she swore that it had
been burned.
John Gordon, Viscount Keuniure,
afterward went to Frauce, and while
iu Paris he was attacked by two
masked men. Being a skilful swords
man, he succeedr I in killing both.
These two men had beeu engaged by
Mary Dalziel to kill him! Iu order
to see their work done thoroughly
she braved tho channel passage and a
long journey on horseback. This
plan having failed, she represented
that the nobleman was guilty of fraud,
and lie was thereupon put into prison
and remained in chains for eleven
years.
Ou the Viscount's return to Ken
mure from France, Mary Dalziel
visited him and drank wine with him
at one of the leasts given in his honor.
The glass he drank from, however,
was poisoned by her and he died.
The Viscount left two sous, one ot'
whom, William, was drowned while
boating in America. He was unmar
ried. The other, James, found that
Mary Dalziel had taken possession of
of Keninuro Castle, and had spread
the story that she had boaght
it from his father, her brother-in-law,
John. Eventually the rest of the
property going with the title was
seized by other people, and these
succeeded in keeping James out of
his rights. One of Mary Dalziel's
children by her second marriage to
the footman Lumsden forthwith
usurped the title of Viscount Keu
mure in 1821, and 0:1 his death, in
1810, was succeeded by his nephew,
Adam Gordon, the last Viscount.
In 1817 the plaintiff's grandfather
began to move in tho matter, claiming
to be the only male heir to the title
and estates, as tho nearest male heir
to the man who was beheaded on
Tower hill. John Gordon, the pres
ent claimant, pleads that he estab
lishes his right to the title and Ken
mure estates through the relationship
he can trace to John Gordon, who
was poisoned by Mary Dalziel.—Lou
don Chronicle.
Conquered nt Lniit.
Teddler (opening his pack)—l have
here, madam, an imjnoved rat-trap,
which—
Woman of the House—Wo are never
troubled with rats.
"Which cau also be used for crack
ing nuts—"
"We never use nuts of any kind."
"Or as a coffee roaster. Adjusted
iu this manner it —"
"We always buy our cofTeo roasted."
"Just so. Reversing the win s that
form tho upper portion unl bringing
down the side flaps thus, we have a
device for holding eggs when cook
ing—"
"We never eat eggs."
"And by holding those wire loops,
as you see me doing now, it makes a
handy arrangement for holding a small
mirror
"Haven't tho slightest use for such
a thing."
"While, by adjusting another small
mirror in this position aud another at
this angle, as you will notice, and
placing it in a kitchen window, for
example, it has tho curious effect of
enabling the observer, seated at cue
side of the window and entirely out
of sight, to see distinctly through any
window opposite aud to note what is
goiug 011 inside, and all I ask for this
most useful and comprehensive inven
tion is one-half dollar, which is ouly
about one-half—"
"I'll take it."—Cassell's Journal.
Tlie Trump's Advice.
She was standing on the front porch
reading tho story paper, which had
just come in the mail.
"Madam," said Meandering Mike,
"lbl I see you brush away a tear jes'
now?"
*Spos'n I did," she returned. "It s
no business of yours."
"I spoke in kiuilness, lady. You
ain't treatiu' yerself right to" cry an'
read both at once. It's a double strain
on yer eves, au' you might as wall
listen to my hard luck stories, an' save
yer eyes exclusively fur de weeps. If
you likes touchin' stories, lady, here's
yer chance to have 'era brought to yer
door, 'an you needn't pay two dollars
a year's subscription in advance,
neither. It's de chance of yer life,
lady, to trade off cold victuals for
pathos."—Washingtou Star.
The CoinolMtory Tlinnsrht.
Sprottle— So poor Howies is dead.
What a loss to literature !
Dim ley—Loss ! Why, now I can
have his complete works bciud!
Brooklvn Life.
SICNOR TORRELLO THE LION TAMER
Blgnor Torrello was a lamer of Hons—
His uamu in the Bible was Brown—
Ho could make the tierce brutos jump the
rope, walk the wire,
And turn somersaults aud lie down—
Bignor Torrello
Was quite a gay fellow,
And rapidly winning renown.
Bignor Torrello one day met a maiden
Who charmed by hi 9 soul-stirring art,
Stood iu front of tho cage and applauded M
the lious
As each played its wonderful part—
tsignor Torrello,
In words that were mellow.
Laid siege to tho fair maiden's heart.
Bignor Torrello could look at a lion
Aud cause it to cower in fear,
But tho look that gave Leo tho chills had no
terrors
For the lady who's figuring here—
Bignor Torrello— ■
Alas, tho poor fellow!—
Was conducted around by tho oar.
Slgnor Torrello no longer tames Hons,
Tho beasts turned against him one day;
The look that once charmed tho in had
ceased to he potent.
Thoy roared and refused to obey!
Bignor Torrello,
Unfortunate fellow,
All bloody, was hustled away!
Bignor Torrello, subdued and discouraged,
Now works by the day with his hands
And is badgered for losing tho look that
made lions
In terror obey his commands—
Bignor Torrnllo,
Alack! how ho fell! O
His case us its own moral stands.
V. E. Riser, iu Chicago Times-llerald.
HUMOROUS.
Chollie —Willie thinks only of him
self. Fweddie —Yes; he's so thought
less.
Nell—George proposed to me last
night on one knee. Hell—That man
would stoop to anything.
Nell—This tea caddy usod to be
long to my graudmother. Belle—
Gracious! did she ever play golf?
Billicus—Why don't you get mar
ried? Cynicus—What's the use? I
already have a parrot and a phono
graph.
She—Before we were married you
used to teil me I was tbo light of
your life. He—Yes; and now 1 have
to pay gas bills.
"For mercy soke, how many pan
cakes have you had,Georgie?" "Mam
ma, you know I've onl w , learned to
count as far as ten."
"It's always in damp places that
mushrooms grow, isn't it, papa?"
"Yes, my boy." "Is that the reason
they look like umbrellas, pupa?"
Mrs.Euggins—l hear you are break
ing in anew se.xaut girl. Mrs. Mug
gins—Not exactly; she's doing nil the
breaking that's necessary heisai*.
There was u young fellow out west,
Who found that hard work was a pest,
Bo he traded his wheel
For an automobile,
And now ho is takiug a rest.
A school teacher lately put this
question : "What is the highest form
of animal life?" "The giraffe," re
sponded a bright member of the class.
Hoax—Why do you suppose that
fellow at tho corner table eats so much
ketchup. That's the second bottle
he's had. Joai—Maybe he's a de
tective.
"Does your wife take to horticul
ture, Billy?" "Yes, indeed; she gets
out every liue day with the hoe and
chops the head oil' something I've
planted."
Blobbs—Borrowell says you were j
out tho other day when he called.
Blobbs —Not exactly. I was in just
exactly tlie amount he wanted to
touch me for.
Visitor (disappointed) —So Mr.
Smith is away on his wedding journey?
lam very sorry to hear that. House
keeper—Yes, isn't it too bad? The
poor young man.
"Well," said the camel in the cir
cus parade, "there's some comfort for
me, after all." "What do you mean?"
asked the elephant. "My hump is
pretty bad, but it might bo worse. I
don't ride a bicycle."
"Have you got tho countersign?"
asked tho sentinel. "Well," replied
the raw recruit, who had left a de
partment store to enter tho army,
"when I left tho counter it was 'This
silk twice loss thau cost' "
Manganese In Chinese Vegetables.
Au extraordinary thing which has
been noticed is that nearly all of tho
vegetables of Chinese origin have a
considerable proportion of manganese.
Professor Blasdnle has found that the
great color characteristic of mangan
ese was always present in a greater or
leas degree upon igniting the ash of
the Chinese vegetables. Tho water
chestnut, or "ma hai" shows the
largest quantity. This is a well T!
known food iu Chiueso quarters. It
has a ' sweet chestnut flavor aud is
juicy and watery iu consistency. It
lias a thick, tough, brown outer skin.
Within it is white, and when grated
yields quantities of starch. It is eaten
either raw or boiled. It does not re
eomblo the chestnut iu any sense,
being a little bulb,aud growing at the
bottom of a collection of long marsh
grass stems. A considerable propor
tion of Chinese vegetables are pro
duced from swamps.
Wllliolmlna ami Two Poor Children.
Queen Wilhelmiua was taking her
usual afternoon drive with one of her
military officers when she saw iu the
wood at the Hague two children, oue
eight, tho other ten years old, seated
on a bench crying. Her majesty asked
what was the matter. One of tho
children, still weeping, told the queen
they had lost their mother, and there
was no oue to look after them.
"Well," said Wilheluiinn, "we must
go aud see your father." The children,
with much hesitation, explained that
thoy had beeu sent out by their father
to beg. Tho queen, after consider
ing a moment, ordered the coachman
to take them to an asylum,aud walked
buck to tho palace wi:h tho officer. Jr
London Chronicle.