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A queer form of disorder is reported
from Denver, where, it is said, the
mobs make the cemeteries pleasure re
sorts, and flock to funerals to gratify
a morbid curiosity.
Taking into consideration the num
ber of ships that are on seas and navi
gable waters of the world, it is esti
mated that about 1,700,000 of the
world's population are constantly
afloat.
Following the example of Germany
tlic French Government is about to es
tablish a State pension system for old
and disabled worklngmcn. Like the
xystem founded by Bismarck, It is
based on compulsory saving on the
part of the workingmen themselves.
So much for every week they are at
work Is kept back by their employers
nud turned over to the pension fund.
The State adds so much more, and
guarantees a certain pension for the
balance of lils life to every workman
who reaches the ago of retirement
(sixty-five) or becomes disabled before.
The French Finance Minister states
the ultimate amount which the State
will contribute to the pensiou fund at
533,000,000 a year. Assuming that the
workmen to whom old-ago and disa
bility pensions are assured contribute
the same amount, it will cost In all
$00,000,000 to Insure every working
man lu France from want.
There are very few men toiling, to
day, with shovels and wheelbarrows,
or laboring in the smoke and fumes of
the upper platforms of the largo Iron
and steel plants of America. Gravita
tion and electric power have abolished
nearly all the bard labor, and science
has banished much, if not all, of the
smoke and fumes. Much of tho work
cau be done by men over fifty as well
ns by men one-half that age—an Im
portant, interesting, and hopeful fact
to many who are trying to face the
world after youth's brightest fiowers
and ambitions have faded. Brute
strength or ability to wheel heavy
loads, Is no longer the main qualifica
tion for effective work in a steel or
iron plant. Judgment, education, a
sense of responsibility, loyally to
work, and an interest in the valuable
machinery, which a mau has in charge,
count more, to-day, than strength, and
it is all due to the inventive talent of
the country, which has done so much
for labor-saving machinery, remarks
Success.
Nat Ashamed of Him.
An Englishman named Crowe was a
fine classical scholar and a distin
guished orator. He made Ills own
position in life, oven at a time when
classes were far more seriously re
garded lu Englaud than they are at
present.
Ills father was a carpenter, working
in the town of Winchester, and on
the most loving terms with his sou.
One day the sou, then an eminent
man, was standing near the catnedral
door, talking to the dean and warden,
When his father passed by.
The old man was in his working
dress, with his rule sticking from his
pocket, and was evidently willing to
spare the son a salutation. But the
younger Crowe called out in good
Hampshire dialect:
"Here, faytber! If thee balut
ashamed of I. I balnt ashamed of
Vice!"— Youth's Compauion.
Contentment.
' Even when one is content with Ills
,i\'n lot he does not like the lot of
jomebody else.—Galveston News.
A girl may be a peaeb and have a
jeart of stone.
During the year 1900 no fewer than
272 rocks and shoals which were dan
gerous to navigation were reported by
the British Admiralty Survey Depart
ment. Nine sunken rocks were dis
covered by vessels striking on them.
Edgar A. Whitney and Ernest Bttr
gono, arrested In New Y'ork, have
confessed that they were agents of a
combine that arranged with the police
for protection of gambling houses.
\ TID. |j
t' 5 ■
J BY JESSIE DAVIS BCHTOS, J [
4^%*
"Do you be Mr. Kane, sir? It's Mr.
Peter Tidmore Kane, in tlie real estate
business, I'm wantin' to see."
The gentleman addressed looked
down with somo astonishment upon
the sharp little freckled visage that
was upturned as he replied: "I am
Mr. Kane, my boy. What do you want
with me?"
"Sure, I'll be tellin' ye, bat it's migh
ty glad I am to see you, sir. Silake,
then! I'm a namesake of yours, though
belike you're not knowin' it, anil I'm
glad that I favor you, now that I've
set me two eyes on ye."
"Favor me, indeed, you young scans
crow !"
"On the inside, I mane, and I'd be
glad if it was on the outside, for It's
a mighty fine-lookin' gentleman ye
are, then. They do be tellin' me you
have the rintin' of a-many of the
houses hereabout, and it's to rint tho
small place at the foot of the hill I'd
be askin'. I'll pay you as much as 50
cents a week for It, -and worruk out
the rint if you say it's a bargain?"
Mr. Kane tvas growing interested.
The small boy had a brisk, business
way with him, quite out of proportion
to his size, which was that of an aver
age 10-year-old.
"It is a little out of the usual line to
take work in return "
"Oh, it will be equally satisfactory if
ye pay me in cash, then, Mr. Kane, sir,
and 'tis a good bargain yo'll have, wid
me mother along wid me, and she that
aiger to be at rest wanst more. 'Tis
the plazed woman she'll bo that all's
eottled so well."
"But hold on!" said Mr. Kane. "I
like to know something about my ten.
ants. What security can you give me
that I shall find you responsible?"
"Sure, I tould you that I was named
after you, didn't I? It's Peter Tidmore
Kane Mulligan I am, and mo mother
says ye'll be sure to mind Biddy Moran
that was cook to ye wanst. But I'm
Tid for short. We'll move in the day,
and I'll just come up for me orders in
the mornin'," anil Tid walked away as
contentedly as if he carried a signed
lease in his pocket.
"Biddy Moran? To be sure. She
worked for us one summer a dozen or
more years ago," said Mrs. Kane, when
her husband appealed to lirr for con
firmation of the boy's story. "Not
much of a cook, very green and a lit
tle queer, as I remember her. I'm
afraid they'll be a load on your hands,
Tidmore."
"Well, the old shell can't be much
worse with them in it than standing
empty, and I'll warn them out if they
prove a nuisance. The boy will get
along If ho favors me 'on the inside, 1
as he says," and Mr. Kane laughed in
recollection of the sharp, little, un
couth figure as contrasted with his
own well-favored person.
Sure enough, the first sight that
greeted Mr. Kane tho next morning
was Tid, keenly examining his garden
beds, shaking his head portentously
over popples and lilies, and getting
down on his knees to sniff at the to
mato-vines, with a curious uncertainty,
not to say contempt, that sent tho
garden's owner hurrying down to pre
vent any possible catastrophe.
"It's a fine lot of weeds ye've saved
up for me, sir," Tid greeted him,
brightly, "but I'm feared they've run
over the plants intirely. Or It Is a
wild garden you do be having here?
Me mother tells me that you grow
things small in this state, and ye Jo it
uncommon well, I should say. Belike
it has to be tulc out of you that way for
the big hearts ye've got," with a re
spectful deference that disarmed his
employer's wrath.
"Why, you young jackanapes, where
havo you seen anything finer, that you
should bo turning up your nose at my
garden, pray?"
"Faix, I think it wor in Californay,"
tiazarded Tid, as if he were drawing
his recollections from some deep well
of memory. "The tomatuses growed
on vines as high as the house, I minJ,
and there were men up on step-ladders
pickin' them, and the lilies and the
vi'lets and the poppies all run wild In
the fields, they did, and the roses were
like to smother the house, and the cco
cumbers were as long as I am, and a
dale longer sometimes. That's the
country, if it's gardenin' ye're after."
"I wonder you left it," remarked Mr.
Kane, sarcastically.
"I'd wonder that mesilf, if there wor
ary show for dacint Americans out
there," admitted Tid. "The pigtails
and the greasers have it all their own
way. It's quare how there's something
forninst wan most iverywheres In the
West. In Nebrasky it wor the 'hop
pers, and in Kansas the drought. Up
in Washington it aithor rained all the
time or the chlnook blasted things,
and down in Texas there wor the cat
tle every which way. It do be good to
get home to the states," and Tid drew
a long breath of satisfaction. "But
this isn't worruk at all, and if ye'll
put me to it, I'll be diggin' In."
Mr. Kane found tho boy eager to
learn and tireless in his efforts to
please, and although he made some
blunders, by the end of the week he
hail won the favor of the household,
and was allowed to make himself use.
fu! about the place in very much his
own way. This sometimes resulted in
queer turns of fancy, according to the
Eastern view of things, as when he
•was found in early morning sweep
ing up grasshoD'-ers from the lawn to
feed the fowls, and carefully treasur
ing pocketfuls of gra"el while he was
still new to the situation.
"Sure, it wor the lashings of 'hop
pers we had out on the perraries, hut
nlver a stone to the size of a pea
there. Ye have them betther distliri
buted here, and it's a fine country,
though the things do grow small," he
decided, approvingly, when the waste
of his efforts was pointed out to him.
It would appear that the Mulligans
had drifted all over the West in an
aimless fashion, "salting health and
bettherment," as Tid expressed it, till
the death of the father left his mother
free to return "for the making of me,"
he confided to Mr. Kane.
"Sure, a lad nades to be looking up
to a good man, me mother says, and
it's a power of t'achin' I'll nade to
come up to me name, I do be think
in'."
Tho amusement that Mr. Kane de
rived from tho glorified ideal upon
which Tid was basing the formation
of his character gave way sometimes
to a fleeting wish that he bad culti
vated more of the virtues which Tid
credited him with possessing. There
are drawbacks to being held as little
less than a saint by even an Ignorant
Irish boy. Suppose, now, that Tid
could look beneath tlie surface anil see
the true state of the man within him,
how would the revelation affect the
lad's moral growth?
Mr. Kane shrugged his shoulders
and threw off his uneasiness. It was
by no choice of his that he had been
held up as a model. Let the effects of
the disillusionment fall where they be
longed. It was not likely that he was
going to change his business methods,
his sharp dealing, his keen seizure of
apparent advantages, simply to spare
the tender susceptibilities of this small
vagrant; nevertheless the thought of
Tid was at the bottom of more than
one reform that he made in these
days.
Meantime Tid was cultivating a ten
der heart among other things, and
when he had the misfortune to set
his foot unawares en a toad one lay,
he was tho more hurt of tho two.
"I'd no more scrunch the crature,
and it sitting by to do me a good turn,
than you'd squeeze a tenant, sir," he
protested, remorsefully.
"There are some tenants that need
tlso thumbscrews put on them, Tid."
"Of course, just as there are pertaty.
bugs and cutworms and squash beetles
to clane out. It's a fine thing to have
the head to pick and choose amoongst
them as I weed -out the docks and lave
the cabbages, bo hould the helpin'
hand to tile wake and nadey, and turn
tho cowlil back on the undesarvin."
I'm feared I'll be long learnin' all that
from you, sir."
"Oh, you aspire to a share in the
management of the tenants, too?" in
quired Mr Kane, with that sarcastic
accent which was quite thrown aw'ay
upon Tid.
"I'm studying hard to be fit to go in
the office come fall, when you'll not
be natling me in the garding," admit
ted Tid, modestly. "I'll be worth me
keep there outside of me schoolin', I
will that, yo'll see."
"Hum-um-m!" That Tid was acting
like a prickly bur on his conscience,
tho real estate man knew, and the far.
reaching consequences of this pro
posed move rather alarmed him.
Hadn't he closed up the typhoid well
and drained Ague Alley and given a
contract, for rebuilding Ramshackle
Row —all good-paying investments, to
be sure, and much-needed reforms —
simply and solely through the quick
ened moral responsibility that the hoy
had roused in him?
"If this thing goes on," he said to
himself, "I'll he renewing tha Taft
mortgage and letting the Hope farm
slip through my Angers. It's sheer im
becility on my part. Who wants an
inconveniently active conscience in
these days? I'll throw off the yoke be
fore it fastens tighter. I'll discharge
Tid and send the Mulligans packing."
But to look into Tid's trustful eyes
and make this decision known was
more than Mr. Kane cared to do at
that moment. It might be better to
talk the matter out with Tid's mother,
he concluded. A little bribe, now, to
persuade her to move on, say, without
betraying his part in the transaction,
would make everything smooth and
easy.
Mr. Kane had not seen Mrs. Mulli
gan. Tid had caught his fancy, but he
bad felt sure that th e mother would
be a bore, and had avoided the house.
Well, they had transformed the deso
late shanty into rather a picturesque
spot by the vines they had trained
over it, and the woman displayed some
of TiJ's own confidence in receiving
him.
"Sure, I felt yez comin", sir," she ex
plained. "Bo sated, plaze. I'd pass
the chair if I could step a foot under
me, but it was the Lord's mercy that
I kept on mo legs till we r'ached ye,
tliat it was, and I've some use of me
hands still, so that I do a dale will
them, and I can hitch me chair about
.while I do me chores quite nate and
convenient. 'Tis honored lam to have
ye come sakin' me—regardin' Tid is
it, then? He's a credit to yez, that he
is, sir. He couldn't take afther you
sthronger if be wur your own blood
born."
It struck coldly home to Mr. Kane's
understanding that his task was none
the easier for coming here. This lit
tle helpless woman with her useless
feet and crippled h*nds, all gnarled
and twisted with rheumatism, and her
wistful face beaming witu tremulous
pride, was scarcely a better subject
for his retaliation than Tid himself
would have been.
Nettled and disconcerted, but unwill
ing to retreat, he demanded, sharply:
"How did you oome by that ridiculous
notion of training the boy after mel
Wasn't there any better model to be
found ?"
"Sure, I'd want no betther If I'd a
hunder' to choose from," averred the
little woman, stoutly, "but I'd none
other fit to pattern him by but yersilf.
that's the truth. You see, it wor this
way. There wor me brothers and me
cousbins In the ould country did be
breaking their heads in their fights;
and there was Mulligan got so in the
way of bating people when he wor on
the police that he cudn't lave off the
thrick while he lived, and there was
you with a good worrud to the fore,
and a joke when a poor garrul blun
dered, and a gintleman's way, whether
it was to the high or the low—and It's
tho way that comes hisy to Tid, now
that he has ye before the two eyes of
him," said Tid's mother, proudly,
while Mr. Kane groaned in spirit.
How could he make these people un
derstand that their attitude toward
him was both unwarranted and unwel
come? Why should he consent to sad
dle himself with them? It was only
his foolish good nature that had got
him into this scrape. They had no
real claim on him.
"It isn't ivery fine gintleman that
I'd pattern him by, that's the truth,"
went on Mrs. Mulligan. "There's thim,
if you'd belave it, wud see hut th? im
pydince and niver the honor of having
a poor b'y tlirained af'her thim. Like
as if Tid wud be welkin' on tub creep,
ing thing 3 wid no thought for their
hurts, that's how some wud be lcokin'
at tile poor people that's to do thim
the moil turn."
"Oh, I assure you that I feel tho
honor of it!" murmured Mr. Kane,
ironically; but the struggle to express
herself filled the woman's mind, and
she went on without noticing the In
terruption :
"But if he thramped thim all out,
he'd be thrampin' on the good frinds
of him, and thrampin' out the tinder
ness as wud make the good man of
hissilf, and niver knew that he wor
more hurt by his hadelessness than
thim. That's why I'm thankful to the
Lord that I'd the right kind to pattern
him by," concluded the woman, fer
vently; and no light retort fell from
Mr. Kane's lips now.
What if this were so? What if he
were crushing the better nature that
was struggling in him when he turned
from them? What if the loss were his
rather than theirs? What if these peo
ple were stmt to awaken his conscience
and show him where he was drifting?
It was a new thought to him that
the claim of humanity might work
both ways. From this point of view,
he might owe something to the Mulli
gans instead of their owing everything
to him. Suppose he turned them out,
foreclosed the Taft mortgage, seized
the Hope farm, fostered the spirit of
greed and selfishness and thrust aside
responsibility, as his impulse had
been; how would his gain weigh in
the balance against—what?
Surely, the opening vista held mors
than he had considered thus far. It
was not only that he would shatter
their faith in man's goodness by shat
tering the idol they had made of him.
There was the hardening of his own
heart, the turning from his chance to
become an uplifting force to the people
about him. He was no better and no
worse than the majority of careless,
thoughtless men; but did he not have
it in him to be either better or worse?
And which should he choose?
He was still wrestling with that
problem when a small shadow fell
across the threshold, and Tid stood
in the doorway. He brightened at
sight of the visitor,, and ttlmed to his
mother in triumph.
"Didn't I be telling you ho would
come wan day? She wor cravin' a
sight of ye, sir, that she wor, but we
wouldn't be askin' a busy man like
yersilf to come out of yer way for
that."
"It's for the good of ye that he's
ccme now, Tid. He' 3 said as much."
"Sure, he's been doin' us the good
turn since the day we r'ached him,"
said Tid, contentedly. "Thrust his
honor for that."
Mr. Kane stood up and shook his
shoulders as if he were throwing off a
load. To crush out trust like this, to
refuse the blessedness of such simple
faith and gratitude, surely that was
not work for Tidmore Kane. Let the
name mean as much for him as for
Tid.
"Blarney!" he said, lightly. "I don't
want the roof here coming In on your
heads and giving you an excuse to sue
me for damages. I'll just look around
and see what repairs are needed. And,
Tid,"—more slowly—"if you feel ready
to come Into the office tomorrow, I
find that I am ready to have you
there."
"Hooray!" shouted Tid.—Youth's
Companicn.
'Tirai Her First Love.
On a corner stood a little barefoot
girl in her rags. Her soiled, liulgy
little hands hugged another bundle
of rag 3 caressingly to her stained,
dimpled cheek, while she enjoyed all
bet joys of young motherhood. The
bundle was her "baby." Tied with
a string near one end, the rags formed
into a hea.l. Another string about
the middle produced the effect of a
waist line. A young man saw the
happy little mother. "What's that?"
he asked, resting a hand on the un
kempt hair of the child.
"My dolly," she said, hugging the
rags closer.
"Your dolly, eh? What a pretty
dolly. And what do you call your
babv ?"
"O tails it—l talis It—l talis It
Bum Annie." —New York Times.
A Nebraska physician keeps in com
munication by moans of carrier doves
with oatients living over a circuit of
50 miles.
WHAT TO COOK IN CAMP.
NOVICES ASTONISHED AT THEIR
FONDNESS FOR PRIMITIVE FOOD.
fqutrrrl Stew Uroilinq; on n Flank A
Man Made Menu ll read with Staying
Oualitieg—Making Hernia in the Ground
—Canoe l'ie Provided for the laattillon#.
Plans for the daily bill of fare, while
of a far simpler nature, are as neces
sary in the camp as in the home. For,
although conventionalities and ultra
fastidious tastes have been left be
hind, in their place have appeared un
wonted appetites for hearty food t..at
in a party of healthy people can be re.
lied upon three times and more a day.
As the object of sv.ch a trip is recrea
tion, it is well to heed this fact, for no
one can havo a good time while he is
as hungry as the proverbial bear and
sees no good dinner in prospect. Peo
ple spending their first summer in the
woods in primitive fashion are inva
riably astonished by their sudden
fondness for cooking that at the home
table would be scorned. Doughnuts
and crullers, for example, assume new
flavors and, with coffee for tho morn
ing meal, in the woods excel the choic
est confections.. It is a good idea to
take along enough of these cakes to
last for at least a week, taking pains
to use recipes that insure them against
drying too quickly. Once there, they
can he put in a good bag and kept in
a cool, and, if possible, not too dry
a place. Waterproof food hags in va
rious sizes are among the conveniences
supplied by houses that sell sporting
goods. Two or three bakings of mo
lasses and one or two of sugar cookies
will also bo appreciated.
Among the utensils should always he
included a covered iron pot; for baked
beans after a long day's tramp, or even
for breakfast or dinner, if the supply
of game fali3 short, are not only nu
tritious but appetizing. The baking is
an over night or all day operation.
First dig a hole in the ground that
is three or four times the size of the
pot. Start a fire in the bottom with
pieces of hark, and then fill with good
hard wood. Let it burn for two or
three hours until the surrounding
earth is well heated and there is a
glowing mass of coals in the bottom.
Have the beans soaked in cold water
for a day or a night previously. Then
wash and parboil them, throwing off
the first, water, to which some people
ndd a little soda. Rinse the beans,
cover them with boiling water, add a
piece of pork (about a half pound or
so to every quart of beans), and cook
over the range until the skins loosen
easily. Remove the pork and drain
the beans, saving the liquor. Put the
beans In the pot without breaking
them, and bury the pork in them. Sea.
son the liquor with salt and pour it
over them. Sprinkle with pepper, and
if molasses is to be had pour a table
spoonful over the whole. Put on the
cover, place the pot in the impro
vised oven, cover with the ashes and
coals and some of the earth, and leave
for at least 10 hours.
If bread cannot be bought It must be
baked. Bread and biscuit can be made
the same as at home, the only differ
ence being that they are baked before
an open fire, in a pan that comes for
the purpose. Compressed yeast cakes
that will keep all summer should be
among the supplies. A brown bread
made of one-third rye, one-third flour
and one-third cornmeal, recommended
by an experienced camper, has stay
ing qualities desirable for journeys re
quiring a good deal of physical exer
cise. It is made like the ordinary
white bread.
A broiler in camp is not one of the
needfuls, for a few shingle nails and
a plank, a clean pine board or even a
piece of log will answer its purpose.
If fish are to be cooked before the fire
nail the heads against the wood, flesh
side out, of course, and place them
before the heat. A steak, bird, rabbit
or squirrel can be prepared in the
Eume way.
For squirrel stew, a famous dish
among epicures who haunt forest
deeps, the old admonition to "first
catch your hare" should be remem
bered. If the day's shooting has been
a success (from the hunters', not the
squirrels, point of view), skin and
dress them, cut Into pieces, and soak
for a time In cold salt water to draw
out the blood. Rinse and cook them
with a small slice of salt pork in fresh
boiling water, and add about 15 min
utes before they are done potatoes and
onions cut up fine, a pinch of oatmeal
for thickening and salt and pepper. A
little beef extract improves the flavor
of the stew.
Canoe pie, a masculine invention,
for those of the party who insist on
city ways to the extent of an occasion
al dessert, excels, so claims its origi
nator, all the ovon baked concoctions
in the world. That it can be made,
providing the material is at hand, on
a minute's notice is an undisputed ad.
vantage. Have ready a dish of fresh
or stewed berries sweetened to taste.
Toast pilot bread, reduce it to crumbs,
sprinkle it over the top and the pie is
complete.
The following menu, a strictly man
made one, is contributed by a frequen
ter of the wild lands of Maine: Blue
berries fresh from the bushes (hand
picked by Chaddie); dry, hot toasted
bread, assorted pickles. Sizzling hot
broiled bacon. Cold water, hot tea.
Soaked toast with maple syrup. Fine,
soft homemade bread, apple sauce.
More hot tea. Music furnished by the
gurgling Penobscot,
Tepid food and cold grease on the
plate do not contribute to the delights
of a repast, even in th e woods, but to
avoid them some ingenuity must be
used, for it is a well known fa<_: that
to a certain point foods cool quicker In
the open air than in the refrigerator.
A hot water plate for each of the party
' a great convenience; but if these
are not to be had, heat the plates hc4.
There will be no danger of Injury to
the polish of the dining table. Keep
the dishes that are cooked flret buried
in the ashes at one end of the fire
until all are done. Then get the crowd
together—not the easiest of efforts
when all sous of interests are at stake.
When all are seated bring OD the hot
food.
There is no excuse for poor coffee
anywhere. The usual difficulty with it
is overboiling and allowing the aroma
to escape. For the coffee boil fresh
water. Scald the coffee pot, put in a
large tablespoonful for every one in
the camp and throw in an extra one,
according to tradition, "for the pot."
Add a cupful of cold water. As soon
as it boils draw it to a cooler part of
the otove and pour in as many cupfuls
of boiling water as there are campers-
Fill the spout with soft paper and let
it stand where it will keep hot, but not
boil, for 10 or 15 minutes. Just before
serving turn in a half cupful of cold
water and let it stand to settle for two
or three minutes. Eggs, with the hens
far away, are a valuable commodity
and cannot be spared for the coffee,
but the cold water will answer every
purpose.
Cold water can take the place of
milk in all recipes for Johnny cake,
molasse3 ginger cake, plain cake, bis
cuit, muffins, etc., by adding a tea
spoonful more of butter than the direc
tions require. The water should al
ways be fresh and cold, not tepid, or
the production will be tough.—New
York Tribune.
SLIPS OF THE PEN.
Qneer lCrrors I'erprtrated by Authors
Who Know Hotter.
When Mr. Anthony Trollope pic
tured Andy Scott as "coming whistling
up the street with a cigar in his
mouth" he not only proved that he
had never made personal experiment
of the double feat of smoking a cigar
and whistling a tune, hut he was
unconsciously following in the steps of
still greater writers who made their
heroes do amazing and impossible
things.
Those who remember Robinson Cru
soe may recall a most wonderful feat
of this hero of childhood. When he
decided to abandon the wreck and try
to swim ashore he took the precaution
to remove his clothes, and yet by some
strange magic, of which the secret
has been lost, the author makes him,
when in this condition of nature, fill
his pockets with biscuits.
The great Shakespeare himself had
a peculiar facility for making the
impossible happen in his plays. One
of the most remarkable of these feats
occurs In the fifth act of "Othello,"
when Desdemona. after she has been
duly smothered by the Moor, comes to
life again and enters Into conversation
quite rationally, even inventing a gen
erous falsehood to shield him from
the consequences of his crime before
she decides to die. The improbability
of a person recovering consciousness
and speech after being s?nothered, and
of dying after performing such a feat,
scarcely needs pointing out.
Shakespeare, too, had a trick of
introducing the most glaring anach
ronisms—so glaring, in fact, that there
is more than a suspicion that they
must have been introduced consciously
for some unknown reason. For in
stance, he makes a clock strike in
ancient Rome at a time more than a
thousand years before clocks were
invented, when such an event would
certainly have been the eighth won
der of the world.
Quite regardless of the evidence of
geography, he transports Bohemia to
the seaside, and he introduces a
printing prees long before the days
of Gutenberg. He calmly introduces
a billiard table into Cleopatra's palace,
and makes caanon familar to King
John and his barons.
Thackeray was no mean rival to
Shakespeare In vagaries of this kind;
hut in hie case they appear to have
been the result of pure carelessness
and forgetfulness. The most flagrant
case, perhaps, is where, after burying
Lady Kew and effectively dismissing
her from the story, he brings her to
life again to help him out of his plot,
and in other cases his capacity for
mixing up the names of his charac
ters is as oonfusing as it is wonder
ful.
Emile Zola, in spite of his careful
ness, makes the astonishing statement
in one of his novels (Lourdes) that
the deaf and dumb recovered their
hearing and sight, an event which
savors very much of the miraculous.
The moon has innocently been tho
cause of much blundering on the part
of authors. Wilkie Collins in some
mysterious fashion, made it rise on
one important occasion in the west;
Rider Haggard in "King Solomon's
Mines" contrived an eclipse of the
new moon for the benefit of his read
ers; and Coleridge ingeniously places
a star between the horns of the cres
cent moon as she rises in the east.—
Tit-Bits.
An Incident of n flancinc,
E. V. Methever, the murderer of
Dorothy McKee, a Long Beach girl,
paid the penalty of his crime by be
ing hanged in the gallows room of
San Quentin prison. Methever was
dressed in a sombre suit of black,
with a white rose pinned over his.
heart It was 11 minutes before Drs.
Casey, Edwards and Teaby pronounced.
Methever dead. In the silence fol
lowing the springing of the trap a
bird alighted on one of the barred
windows of the gallows room and
hurst into song. Its voice for several
minutes mingled with the prayers of
the priest, and it was not until a slip
per from the hanged man's foot fell
to the floor with a noise that the
feathered chorister flew away.—San
Francisco Argonaut