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BECOMES A MARQUISE. PHILADELPHIA HEIRESS BECOMES WIFE OF TITLED SPANIARD. They Met Amid the Ruins of Old Mexico —Love AVas the Only language They Kn*w In Common Recalls the Revolutionary War. A pretty romance had Its end In the marriage the other day of Miss Fran ces B. Holmes, a wealthy heiress of Philadelphia, to the Marquis de Klaves Hci-mosa. The two met In Mexico among Aztec ruins. Both were wanderers. He could not speak English. She could not speak Spanish. He tried to tell her the deeds of his ancestors, who came across the sea and ruled in the land of the Sun God. But she could not understand, and ■he was far more Interested in the man than in the tale he told. So she tried to teach him English—a word here and there. That was only a iew months ago. Now they are married. The wedding has interfered with the lessons in English. The Marquis Is still unable to speak a word of the language. But the marquise has learned a few words of Spanish, and ■he acts a3 his interpreter. The new marquise Is the only daughter of the late Charles W- Holmes of Philadelphia. The family residence Is a beautiful old place. Mother and daughter are well supplied with world's goods. The majority of her relatives are quiet, matter-of-fact people. But there Is a French ancestor, whose national characteristics this handsome, clever MARQUISE DE KLAVES HERMOSA and very original young woman has Inherited. The marquise's grandfather was General Le Mercler, one of the two officers who came to this country ■with General Lafayette. His daughter, Marie Antoinette Mercler, married General Sturdevant of Washington's army. The beautiful French woman and her husband, stately, old-time figures, look down from the walls of tho Holmes homestead. There is a simi larity in the expression in the faces of the French great-grandmother and the vivacious girl who recently brought home a Spaniard as a hus band. Tlie Queen's Kind Ilenrt. To Illustrate Queen Alexandra's kind. nes3 of heart a story told is that of an elderly lady-in-waiting to her mother, the late Queen of Denmark. In one of King Christian's weekly letters to his daughter he wrote that the old lady was dying and that her one last wish was to speak again to her "dear Princess Alex." At that time it was impossible for Alexandra to leave Eng land, but she spoke a long, tender mes sage of love and hope and remem brance into a phonograph and sent it by special courier to Copenhagen. It arrived only a short time before tho old lady's death, but it made her last hours serenely happy.—Philadelphia Times. Why ll® Gave T*p Swenrlnf, First Small Boy (mystified)— What en earth is the matter with Buttsy? Whenever he stubs his toe or anything happens he says: "Oh, scissors;" "Tho Dickens!" "Good Gracious!" or "Oh, me! oh, my!" Second Small Boy (disgustedly)— Aw, he's been caddyin' for some min uter on the links!-- Weekly Telegraph. I THE FEAT OF THE "CALICO" PONY, s # * ' BY FRANKLIN WELLES CALKINS. f On the long route of the pony ex press there were no more perilous bits of trail than those which lay on either side of the station at Lapeer's. This North Platte country was a middle ground common to Pawnee, Sioux, Cheyenne, Ute, Arapaho and Kioway. Hither all these came to chase the buffalo, to steal horses, or to fight the white men or one another; and here the adventurer, of whatever sort, carried his life in his hand. One day there came to Lapeer's, from the western mountains, Sandy Van Sant, formerly mule whacker for a freighting outfit, young, stunted in growth and short in one leg His sav ings consisted of an enormous mule and three Nez Perce ponies, one of which was a "calico of a picturesque r.ess not to pass without remark. The genuine calico pony Is usually of but two colors, a ground of white with liberal markings of red or black; but Sandy's animal had all three colors laid on very promiscuously. Sandy desired above all things to se cure a place as an express rider, and he asked for a reiay at Lapeer's. When for answer the boss pinned a playing card upon his "shooting post" Sandy's countenance fell. He had failed in that test before. Hoping against hope, he mounted his steadiest animal and trotted several times past the mark. He failed to hit the post. In the words of "Blue Bob," the station horse wrangler, "that mule whacker couldn't hit the mule he rode on." But Sandy, not desiring to ride far ther toward the tame east, rested from his travel at Lapeer's. His stock ran with Blue Bob's bunch and without comment, until the wrangler came In to supper one evening, with wrath in his powder stained visage. "Say, mule whack," he said, "if you don't tie out those pintoes of yours, I'll sure roll your buuch into the Platte." 'Been tryin' to rope 'em, Bob?" San- A' asked, with a good natured twinkle In his eye. "I'll sure rope that fiea-bltten calico tf yours, and I'll sure ride him to morrow," Blue Bob announced in a scat, which greatly tickled the men at 1 .apeer's, "Sure?" asked Sandy tantalizingly. "Sure," declared the wrangler, his t ,ce flushing under its pits of blue. The next morning at sunrise the sta ll on boss, Jim Devlne, his three gun t icn and Sandy sat upon a corral fence and enjoyed themselves. The fun be gan inside the corral, but was soon transferred to the open. At Bob's first confident throw the calico pony dropped Its head between its knees and dodged with the facility of a weasel. Boh ran a wider loop, and approached until he could almost lay hand upon the pony's flank. The calico stood with its ears laid back. The wrangler poised his noose and made a quick jump forward. When his rope struck tho ground the calico pony was behind him. Then, while a shout of laughter went up from the onlookers that "painted" pony leaped the high corral fence with the case of a eat going over a chair. Blue Bob mounted the swiftest ani mal In his bunch and gave chase. Much to his astonishment the calico pony made no attempt to run away. It now had plenty of room for dodging, and wheeled about the corral in erratic cir cles, darting ahead, leaping sidewise, or stopping short, as the nature of Bob's throw demanded. In a dozen casts Bob's noose did not once fall upon the pony. "Who taught the pinto such tricks?" Bob demanded of the men on the fence, when at last he acknowledged defeat. "Nez Perees —best horse trainers in the world, I reckon," said Jim Devine. Sandy nodded. "That's what," he said. "Them others are just as bad," ad mitted Bob to Sandy, as they walked back to the station. "1 don't see the use in such as that." It was some weeks before Blue Bob ■aw and admitted the wisdom of Nez Perce training. In the meantime San dy's ponies continued to run with the bunch, and when he wished to ride the calico the wrangler had only to call to it, as Sandy had taught him, In the guttural acents of Its former Nez Peree owner—"Ksok, Ksolc, Ksok." One day at noon the men at La peer's watched an east bound express rider race down a long north slope with a cloud of horsemen at his heels. The gun men were about to dash to his rescue when the Indians turned back. The rider came up badly hurt and reeling in his saddle. "The Cheyennes have done up them skinners," he managed to ejaculate, and then he fainted and was carried in. The "skinners" alluded to were a camp of buttalo hide hunters, whom the Indians had killed and scalped be side his trail. So it came about that, because there was no one else for the place, Sandy was assigned to a short and temporary run on the express route. Riding his own ponies, the young freighter cov ered, twice each day, the 12-mile stretch which lay between Lapeer's and Cow Creek. As the calico was his swiftest runner, Sandy rode this ani mal one. way each day. The dead buffalo hunters were bur led by a detaenment of troops from Fort Laramie. The soldiers also scoured the region in search of the Cheyenne trail, but the wary Indians had scattered one by one and es- caped. None of them were ever pun ished. For two uneventful weeks Sandy rode his beat, a round trip each fore noon, the riders at either end of his trail taking extra laps until the wound ed man should recover. The Indian raid had well nigh passed out of mind when Sandy, riding the calico on his return trip from Cow Creek one sunny morning, was sur prised by a crowd of Cheyennes upon the same long slope down which the regular rider had been chased. Far to the northwest of Lapeer's the hills rose steadily in a succession of ridges, cut by deep ravines and ditch like washouts. Out of reach of gun shot from these slashes, except at a single turn, the trail of the pony ex press followed the crest of a long and crooked ridge. At the turn mentioned with a washout close upon the left, the ridge dropped away toward La peer's. Past this cut, which had been the scene of more than one ambush, the pony riders were wont to race at full speed. Sandy, upon his calico, had passed over the height at a flying pace and was now well within sight of the build ings at Lapeer's. Suddenly in his front, on either hand, there came scrambling up the slopes three or four squads of Indian riders. They had timed their break from cover so that there would be no space for a dash between their lines. Sandy's eyes and brain took in the situation quickly. The big war party of Cheyennes had returned to attack more express riders. There were a score in his front, and he knew the ravines and canyon cuts on either hand and the washout in his rear were hiding other squads ready to cut off his line of flight He was surrounded, and he deter mined to go forward and trust, first to an appearance of good faith, and finally to the quick wit and speed of his calico pony. Thrusting a useless revolver into a boot leg, he unbuckled his belt, with ammunition case and holster and let it fall to the ground. The mail pouch, which Sandy, like every other express messenger, would have refused to abandon under any circumstances whatever, was fortu nately nearly empty, and added but little to his own light weight and that of his saddle. Both parties of Indians were now nearly at the top of this ridge, and some 300 yards in his front. Sandy rode straight on at a jog-trot, holding up a hand in token of amity or of surrender, as the Cheyennes should choose to consider. Seeing the express rider approach them thus amicably, some 20 or more bcfcathered fellows halted their po nies. Some were armed with guns, but most had their bow and arrows and long lances. "How —how —how?" they chorused, as Sandy came near. The Cheyennes were delighted at the apparent ease with which the man and his pony had fallen into their grasp. Three of their head men. each hold ing out a hand and grinning treacher ously, rode forward to meet him. This was forcing his hand sooner than San dy had expected. His pony was ap proaching the Indians apparently with out fear or suspicion. Sandy felt that it would never do to let one of those Cheyennes grasp him by the hand, and when his animal had nearly touched noses with the pony of the foremost, he gave a sudden fierce grunt, gripped his saddle with both hands, and drove a Spanish rowel deep into the calico's flank. He had good need to cling to his scat, for his pony's first leap nearly jerked the breath out of his body, while the calico dodged like a fright ened rabbit among the charging Chey ennes. It seemed to Sandy that a dozen riders hurled themselves upon him and his pony in the same breath. The Indians could not shoot in such a melee, but long lances were thrust at the messenger as his pony dodged hither and thither among plunging an imals. Two of these awkward but dan gerous weapons met in a clash and broke above his head. A tomahawk hit lus mail bag and jlancing, grazed an arm. And this harmless blow was the only stroke Sandy or his pony got in their zigzag dash through the Indian lines. His race, however, had only just be gun, and Sandy knowing speed to be his only hope, gave the calico free rein and simply clung to his seat. He immediately found himself plunging down the east scarp of the ridge and straight toward a deep, precipitous washout. A crowd of yelling, shooting riders launched themselves upon his heels. The Indians were appallingly close, but no man, red or white, can shoot accurately with his horse going at full speed, and if his animal be plunging down a hill, his shots must be aimed very much at random. In a short quarter mile dash the angry Cheyennes wasted bullets and arrows recklessly upon tho figure dropping down tho slope in front of them. Sandy was nearing the washout, with several Cheyennes pressing hotly upon his pony's heels, and he clenched his teeth, expecting to take a tremen dous slide and be set upon In a pro miscuous scramble at the bottom. But at the moment when the messenger had abandoned all nope of avoiding the ravine and braced himself as well as he could for the steep and dangerous descent, his calico wheeled in a flash upon the brinlc of the big ditch and fled toward Lapeer's. Sandy reeled in his seat, then looked behind to see two of his pursuers, un able to check their ponies, go plowing into the washout, while still another, whose animal had set its feet in a standstill, was flung neck and heels over the bank. What fate awaited those Indians at the bottom of the cut Sandy could not tell; he was too quick ly out of sight. But three of his pursuers were out of the race; that he knew. Then he felt a sense of mounting exultation as he noted how his calico pony was running upon the very rim of the i washout, clearing wide, dry ditches I and water ruts in lithe, quick leaps, I and scudding like a hunted fox over ; ground a fox might have chosen to , foil the best of horsemen. This —this was a Nez Perce mountain pony. | The remaining Cheyennes followed ; hotly after the flying messenger, but , prudently kept farther up the slope. | They were no longer shooting, but Sandy noted that they were forging ahead and holding their lances in , readiness to thrust him through at the i flrßt favorable turn. Plainly there ' must be one more dodging match, one more running of the gauntlet, before he could hope to reach Lapeer's. Hold ing to his seat, Sandy awaited the | trial. It came soon. At the bottom of a small ravine the calico pony made an- i other of those lightning turns, and ran straight up the draw. All but j three of the Cheyennes had crossed I above, but these three, noting the cun- I ning maneuver, wheeled upon the , slope and came plunging down togeth- I er to head it off. The calico responded with a fresh and unexpected burst of speed, and the foremost Indian, rising in his saddle to hurl his lance, lost his seat and was pitched head fore- | most under his horse's feet. The riderless pony and the mounted Cheyennes came together at the bot tom of the draw, with further dam age to tho excited Indians, and San dy's calico, dodging them, went by like the wind. Sandy, shouting with exultation, looked back at a turn of the ravine to see a single Indian chasing him on foot, and frantically trying to load a rifle as he ran. The others were evi dently still engaged In the effort to extricate themselves from the difficul ty into which the riderless pony had thrown them. One minute later the express rider emerged from the ravine, with his cal ico running straight for the ridge trail, and saw a dozen more Cheyennes look ing for him along the washout below. Randy hoard their shrill yells of dis appointment as he came into view 200 yards above and in front of them, and sped swiftly away down the slope. The Indians at once gave over the chase, and it was as well for them, perhaps, that they did, for at the foot of the ridge Sandy met Blue Bob and the gun men of Lapeer's. The men at the station had sect, the Cheyennes ride out upon the ridge to cut Sandy off. In that clear atmos phere, three miles away, they had watched the express messenger as he approached the Indians, and had seen him and his pony apparently swal lowed up and lost in a cloud of rush ing horsemen. Then they had seen the calico pony suddenly emerge like a jack rabbit dodging a ring hqnt, and they had waited to see no more. As a result of this feat of his talent ed Nez Perce pony and of his own pluck and skill, Sandy remained at Lapeer's as rider and wrangler until the abandonment of the route.— Youth's Companion. BROOM-CORN FOR FOOD, New Cereal Can Bo Prepared in Many A p petlßr.c WAyt-KtiMian Kreakfant A new kltus of cereal food for hu man consumption is to be introduced in this country, if the department of agriculture can persuade peoplo to eat it. It is broom-corn millet, and the plant was brought hither from Eu rope not long ago by botanical agents of the government, for use as forage. However, there is no reason why it should not furnish an article of diet for people inasmuch as it may bo pre pared in many appetizing ways. It produces, under favorable conditions. CO bushels of grain (seed) to the acre, so that, in view of lis highly nutri tious qualities, It is a moat economical and otherwise desirable plant. This broom-corn millet is so called because, when growing in the fields, It looks like broom-corn. There are a number of varieties, and the seeds (that is, the hulls of them) are of dif ferent colors —yellow, white, brown and gray. A graceful spreading tas sel crowns tne stalk. In Russia, where the plant i s grown almost whouy for use as human food, it is called "proco." People in that country eat it for breakfast in a form like oaten grits, or press tho grits into cake and use them with soup. The cereal also appears on their table in pancakes, such as we make out of buckwheat or Indian corn. Among the peasants, especially in the region of the Volga, the broom-corn millet is largely consumed. One may judge of its popularity, in deed. when it Is stated that from 60.- 000,000 to 70.000,0(1 bushels of the grain are produced in Russia yearly. A special study was made of it re cently by Dr. M. A. Carleton, who was sent to Russia by Secretary Wilson to gather agricultural information. Ho says that the broom-corn millet can be grown most successfully in this country in the northern plains region —in the Dakotas. Minnesota and Ne braska. —Saturday Evening Post. Some men are more polished than their shoes would indicate. SOME DAY. Life is a bluff ! Behind our mask we benr the brunt Of contumely, but our front. The while wo do our daily stunt, Ignores rebuff; But ns we nurse our wrath, and fret Beneath our smile, we don t forget, And, somehow, we 'll get even yet All right enough. —Tuck. HUMOROUS. Muggins—l believe that every man should rule his own household. Bug gins—Humph. I guess you don't keep a servant girl. | Bookseller—Here is a copy ef the | "Dairy Farm." Prospective Customer ' —How is it bound? Bookseller —In calf, of course. Philanthropist—Do you realize the value of an education? Sandy Rhodes ! Sure. A man wid eddycation can read de free lunch signs. | Blobbs —How did you like the melo drama? Was anybody killed? Slobbs —No; the audience yelled for the au . thor, but he wouldn't come out. | "What? Haven't you any postal cards?" she exclaimed. "No. ma'am," replied the drug clerk, absent-minded ly, "but we have something just as good." Tom—And you say she is a great j belle? Jack —You bet. Why, she ac ! tually has four silk pillows stuffed with hair from four different football j players. * I Willie—Pa, what is a "burglar proof | safe?" Pa —That merely means t'hat 1 when you find the safe blown open and ! robbed it's proof that burglars have been at it. There is a new song called, "Go Away Back and Sit Down." The street car conductor ought to write a parody ] and call it "Go Away Up Front and Stand Up." Wigg—A beggar struck me for a dime today on the plea that his wife had just had a new baby. Wagg— Wanted you to contribute to the fresh heir fund, eh? Caldwell —What is 'food for thought?' Kidder —Some of the hash we have at our boarding house. It keeps you thinking about its ingredi ents for hours after you cat it. "So you turned down the young bard with the automobile poem," observed the assistant, "what did you tell him?" "I told him ho needed more horse sense in it," responded the editor. Hoax—lt's all well enough to talk of keeping anarchists out of the coun try, but they can't put a stop to all pauper immigration. Joax —Of course not; how could our heiresses get their titled husbands? Sue—Mabel was terribly disappoint ed last night. Belle—ln what way? Sue—Why, Charley came around and said he was going to tell her the "old, old story." Belle—and did he propose? Sue—No, he told her about Jonah and the whale. Cmmo of Autumn Folinije. No phenomenon of nature is more generally misunderstood than the col or change that takes place in the leaves of plants in autumn. This is one of those common things that most people never think of studying, just because they are so common. But to neglect them is to neglect a veritable mine of interest and beauty, to say I nothing of the information that lies ! there ready for our seeking. Ten persons out of 12, perhaps, be lieve that the leaves turn red, or yel low, or purple, or brown under the ac tion of frost, but the truth is that frost has nothing to do with the change. If you will take the trouble to notice the trees in September and October you will see that the change begins long before we have frost. As a matter of fact, it is merely the ripening of the leaves. Leaves are green in spring and summer because they have in the cells a substance , called chlorophyll, which is made green by the action of sunlight. The green is of a pale shade in early spring because the chlorophyll is not fully formed. When that substance is fuJ> formed the green turns darker. I Toward the end of summer the chlo rophyll begins to decay, and then, be cause it is not supplied as it is early in the season, the leaves change color .or ripen, the green producing sub stance no longer being present Ex actly why some leaves turn reel, some yellow and some brown is not readily explained, except by what we know of the action of light in producing colors. Some substances absorb the yellow and blue rays of light and re flect the red; others absorb th- red and blue rays and reflect the ye,low; , and so on. The scientific reason why I some rays are absorbed and others are reflected is that the corpuscles of the substance vary in size. This ap plies not only to leaves but to all col ored objects. | The Sultan". I.lltln Jnke. ' An amusing story is told of a little jest practised by the sultan at the ex pense of the medical experts, (/hen the plague broke out in his capital the i sultan asked if anything was known las to the cause. On being informed that it was found to be in the state of the drinking water he called at once for six empty bottles which he had filled in his presence, all fromthesame one of the palace wells, placed his , own seal upon them, and then, without i divulging their community of origin, handed all six to a prominent analyst i j To his amazement, the report sent j in that four of the samples contained plague microbes. The fifth was merely putrid water, and the sixth was quite pure. Abdul Hamid merely shrugged his shoulders and kept his thoughts to himself.—Pall Mall Gazette. New China Closctg. The now china closets are much higher than those in use of recent years, and very many of them set up quite high on legs. A lower shelf of wood to display large bowls, pitchers, etc., is often seen on these latest clos ets, too. The Fashionable Screen. Screens of hugely blossomed ore- £ tonne are the fashion for a feminine bedroom. Those of plain green with a tapestry square let into each panel near the top still hold their own for a library or living room, but the leath er one, of heavy, metallic-finished roanskin, fastened on with huge bronze nailheads, is far and away in the lead for hall or dining room. In fact, so popular and fashionable have these , become that they are used everywhere. Their price of from S4O to $75 will keep them exclusive. Hall anil Parlor in One. There is a growing tendency among housewives who have to live in the often cramped spaces of the modern house to throw hall and parlor into one, thus making a fair-sized room which they use as a living room-hall. Interior decorators usually object to this plan as lacking privacy, because drafts blowing from the stairway, and, in the case of entertainment, the visi tor is ushered at once into the presence of the family. For a country house, where calling is much more informal 1 and the season they are inhabited drafts are welcome, they, however, recommend this plan. How to Have a Good Light. I will tell the young housewife in a little practical talk not only how to keep from breaking so many lamp chimneys, but also how to clean a lamp so as to have a clear, steady, brilliant light, for I think in your first housekeeping a well kept lamp is an important factor, not only for happi ness and cheerful conversation around It, but for your health and eyesight also. lamp chimneys are not so liable to break upon exposure to changes of temperature if they are put in a pan of cold water and allowed to heat gradually until the water is boiling hot, then allow it to cool again. The com mon kerosene lamp used in almost every household will give a bright, clear light if properly cared for. The bowl of the lamp should be kept full of oil, but when not used the wick P should be turned down, to keep the oil from oozing out. If the wick is soaked in vinegar, then thoroughly dried before it is put in the lamp, it will not smoke. When you wish to clean the flues, founts, etc., wash them in a suds made by dissolving a tea spoonful of pearline into a pint of hot water. Clean well, then rinse in clear, warm water and wipe dry in soft cheesecloths. Fill your lamps every day and clean every day also. See that the flues fit tightly. As you live in the country you will use lamps alto gether, and this is an excellent method for cleaning.—N. H. H., in Farm, Field and Fireside. KEC/PES Minced Eggs—Chop hard boiled eggs and heat to boiling in milk seasoned with butter, pepper, catsup or any chopped herb; thicken with flour, and serve garnished with croutons. Meat Cake—Mince any cold beef or beefsteak, and mix it with an equal weight of bread crumbs; add a little very finely chopped onion and pars ley, a little stock, seasoning and a well beaten egg. Form into a cake, and fry in dripping (about an ounce will be sufficient). This may be served with or without brown sauce. Rice Fritters—Boil one-half a cup of rice in a cup of milk until the rice is tender and has absorbed all the milk, using an inner boiler. Add tho beaten yqlks of two eggs, a table spoon of sugar, a sprinkle of cinna mon and a nutmeg and two teaspoons of softened butter. Remove from the , fire and let cool before adding the I beaten whiter f the eggs. Drop in spoonfuls into plenty of boiling lard or /at and let them fry a light brown. Serve with one flavored strongly with lemon. Butter Rolls —Dissolve two table spoonfuls of butter in one pint of scald ed milk. When cool add one scant tcaspoonful of salt, one tablespoonful of sugar, onc-lialf of a yeast cake dis solved in a little warm water and enough flour to make a soft dough. Knead lightly for five minutes and set aside to rise. When very light make into small rolls and let rise again; then bake In moderate oven for 20 min utes. Prune Jelly—One pound of prunes, one-half box of gelatine. Soak the prunes over night and stew until ten der in the water in which they have been soaked. Remove the stones and sweeten to taste. Dissolve the gela tine in a little hot water and add the V prunes while hot. Lastly add the Juice \ of a lemon and two tablespoonfuls of \ blanched almonds. Pour the Jelly into I molds and set it on tho ice to harden, j Serve with whipped cream.
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