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CORRECTING THE CLOCK. The United States naval observa tory clock was set the night before, by a star when it crossed the merid ian, but. for one reason or another, It may have lest or gained the frac tion of a second. Tne observer at the eye piece of the telescope watches the oncoming star with the very clos est attention. The instant it comes into his held of vision, just as it be gins crawling across the wires, he gives a squeeze to the telegraphic key. At the moment of this squeeze tho fountain pen, attached to the key by the wire, gives a tiny jump and make 3 a slight bending in the line. As the star crosses each wire tho observer presses the key, so that there aro eleven indentations made as the star crosses the held and passes out of sight on its celestial way. It has not been stopped a fraction of an Inch in its journey through space, but the observer has timed it in transit, and no matter how fast it may have beeu fleeing through the heavens, it has yet been closely watched by tho man at the telescope until he could record its movements. As the star passed the sixth wire the pressure for that line, its meridian line, reg istered the precise fraction of a sec ond at which the star crossed the line. Then, as the clock has been marking its own time off on the cylinder sec ond by second, tho observer compares the time the clock has been making with the indentation the instrument recorded as tho star crossed the mer idian. Thus he can tell to the frac tional part of a second the gain or loss in the time of the clock, and it is rmdjusted, or "set." as we say, to the unvarying time of the star. Not So Anxious to Go. "Uncle Sambo," when alone in hii cabin, often praycu to be delivered from all his earthly sorrows, asking God "to send the angel Gab'el down to take poo' ole Sambo out'n all his troubles, right up to heb'n." Some boys "on mischief bent" heard the old man's prayer one night, and, after waiting until he was ready for bed, knocked at the door. "Who dar?" asked Uncle Sambo, in a startled voice. "It's tho Angel Gabriel," was the answer. "Who dar, I say?" repeated Sambo, hustling around inside the cabin. "The Angel Gabriel, whom the Lord has sent down in his chariot to take poor Uncle Sambo up to heaven, where he 'll see no more trouble." "W-e-11, boss, you Jes' tell Massa God dat Sambo ain't been heah in tree weeks!" and crawling under his rude bed, he lay there fearing and trembling, while the boys kept knock ing and urging him to get ready for his ascension at once. But he kept silent. He ".'2.° uot so anxious to go, after all. Stopped Flowing Until tho Quarrel Censed A man from Washington county says that six years ago a dispute arose between neighbors, Byron Hart and Dempsy Armour, over a spring that was on the line between them. They each claimed the spring and each for bade the other getting water there. The two families came to be enemies. A lawsuit was talked of by Armour and a fist fight resulted. While the trouble was hottest the spring, that had always furnished plenty of water, even to the traveling public, for it was near the public road, went dry, and so remained until Armour moved to Missouri fivo weeks ago, when as suddenly as it quit it began to flow again, furnishing as much water as it ever had and has continued to do so to this time. The oldest inhabitant never knew tne spring to go dry be fore the time mentioned. —Cincinnati Eccuirar. * EnglfiWTnhrl American"clubs. A point which strikes American visitors to London about our English clubs is the social aspect of them and the almost complete absence of the business side. At the Manhattan or the Knickerbocker, on the other hand, the business side prevails. The ma jority of members do not drop in mere ly to read the papers, hear the latest story and play billiards or bridge, as over here. They go In most cases to meet a man about "a deal," to talh over the business of the day and dis cuss the business of the morrow, or tc read up the finance of the papers. The result is that when an American be comes a member of an English club he hardly ever uses it because its ways do not appeal to him. He would say that there was nothinj grins on.—The y atler. THE BUGLE SONG. He went away to the war that day, To the swinging bugle song; All stanch and true in his suit of blue, And sturdy, brave and strong, 'Mid the tramp of feet and the loud drum beat, And the ringing of the cheers, There were none to see such a one as she, Who could not see for tears. And back again came the inarching men, With the bugle singing still; Yet the music's surge was a sighing dirge, All sad and slow and shrill. For a woman wept; and a soldier slept In the dreamless, silent sleep; And the bugle song had a measure wrong, For the buglers sometimes weep. And the bugles' lure while the years en dure Will coax them to the line, And the lilting strains on the hills and plains Still echo fair and fine, But the suits of blue, and the sabres, too, And the worn and battered caps Will tell some maid what the bugle played When it sighed the song of "Taps." —W. D. Nesbit, ill Baltimore American. ( 'an/r/f v-ys'D IBS y T mi i- r bm' 2,<e / IN a village episodes of seemingly no Importance expand to dimen sions cf events and receive atten tions quite beyond their dues, just as any excitement is welcomed in a quiet neighborhood, where the placid tenor of existence is pursued to deadly monotony. The coming of Simon Friend to Ev nnsville was in itself a trilling matter, but It was recognized by the whole community with an energy wholly out of proportion with the occasion. Not that Simon was undeserving of some notice, but he was not of tlie least value as a factor In village affairs, had no letters of Introduction, and his only recommendation lay in the fact that he furnished a relief from boredom. I-Io was persona grata with the townspeo ple only as his vagaries supplied them with amusement and curiosity. Even tho manner of ills arrival In Evansville furnished the leading lights of the village with much speculative thought. He had drifted in during a blizzard, coming from no one knew where, and had settled down comforta bly on an empty cracker box in the leading grocery store, among a half dozen loungers who had braved the weather to meet at their favorite ren- EALTIY. dezvous. They were carelessly dressed, guiltless of collars or neckties, but ev eryone of them owned the roof under which he slept and had opinions. They welcomed the stranger as a diversion, and greeted him with the fraternal freedom which men and masons give each other. They noticed, too, that he was a lamester, that lie was poorly dressed, hut clean, and had none of the earmarks of the pestilent brother, the tramp. So tliey offered him to bacco and gave him room for a sbure of the coal stove. Not until then did lie speak, and then lie merely uttered a single "Howdy." Then he laid aside Lis pipe and looked at the little group that wero regarding him with acute curiosity. He glanced from one to the ctlier, break ing into a low chuckle as he asked the one nearest to him, "What did you re mark He had refrained from answering tile questions addressed to him so long that the little company denied him in their minds the ability of speech, mid the man spoken to started and said: "I didn't remark. We are waiting for you to remark. You see, we didn't catch your name when you came in, and as you're a stranger in these parts and we're all acquainted it gives us the advantage of you." "Sp ike like a oracle," said one of the company. "Yes, we would kinder like to know who you je." "My name Is Simon, friend," said tile stranger in a high, falsetto voice. "I reckon that name is kind of strange to you round here?" "Simon Friend," repeated the other, laboring under an absurd misappre hension, "that's a right good name, Mr. Friend. An' what might your busi ness be?" "Same as yours," replied the squeaky voice, "at least jest at present. I reck on we're all in the same business here." "Tryin' to be smart," suggested a voice. "Don't liavo to try," responded Sir. Friend, as the stranger had been ridic ulously named. "I see you're all n-guessin'. I'm gttessin' you're a farm er an' you're a blacksmith an' you'ro tii' undertaker. There ain't nary doc tor nor lawyer present." "Blamed if tno critter isn't right," said the one he had cubbed a farmer. "Now, then, how's your bleu ess; same's ours?" "Ain't we all loafln'?" "But wo arc just putt'n' in spare time. What do yen do when ycu work ?" "I don't work," responded Simcn, an if he were announcing a welcome truth; "did you never hear this ccrip ter? The lame and the laay are alius provided for." "What lamed yc?" asked tin rtcre keeper, taking an active part iu the conversation for the first tine. "Rlieumatiz. Have it turi'lbb In my right leg. Can't sleep nights nor work days. Turrible." "I've got a bottle ot patent medicine that's warranted to euro the rheumat ics," said the storekeeper, casting his eye over a top shelf; "you Uiu have It if you'll climb for It—there's a step lad der around somewhere." Ilut Eimcn shook bi3 head. "I can't climb, ef I cculd I wouldn't need tned ecia.' Cue of the men volur.tcrcd to get the bottle which Simon took without any show of interest. But as he dropped It into his coat pocket he took from the same receptacle a small object which resembled a bit of rough wocd which he put to his lips and presently the place was tilled with strains of music that charmed the listeners with their sweetness. Every man there got a scolding for being out so late that night, nud when the advent of the lame stranger and his wonderful power of entertaining was offered la apology, then ail the women fell on the absent Simon tooth and nail. They called him a lazy vagabond and threatened to make the town too hot to hold him. But it was not a week before they were trying to get a peep at him, and tor menting their husbands to bring him home so the cliildreu could hear him play, and commending him for keeping them away from the tavern. But Simcn was so shy of women that none could get near him, by which sign they knew him for an old bachelor. It soon became apparent that Evnns ville without its Simou would he Ilam let without its Dane. From being the poor, pinched object that had drifted in among them he waxed fat and meta phorically "kicked." Nothing was too good for him and his lameness and rheumatic pains made him a pathetic burden. But he entertained the whole village—at least the mule part of It. lie told stories that every grandfather had known in ills youth as if they had happened to him, changing them just enough to make them tit in. Ho played all the old airs and many of the new one 3 on his mouth organ, wlileh he made to imitate every known musical instrument. And as a reward ho lived in clover. True, his "apartment" was over a stable, hut it was warm and comfortable, and if his food did not come to him he shut himself up and sulked until the best of everything eat able was provided. A whole year ho lived there like a nabob, and then two calamities happened. The first one was personal—Simon fell and broke his leg. He would not be moved from the walk where a runaway team had thrown him until the doctor, who was ids friend and clium, came himself; then he had everyone sent off, and, leaning on the doctor and dragging the broken limb, he hobbled to his lodging near by. There the doctor assisted him to bed, set the broken member and undertook such care of Simon as he could give him in off hours. And just at that time the women of the village, led by the doctor's sister, went off cn a still huut. Simon's room now became the piece do resistance in the make-up cf the village. The broken leg kept the enter tainer in boil, but offered no obstacle to social enjoyment Nothing was im bibed stronger than soft drinks, but conviviality obtained just the same. The doctor watched the case and took care of his patient. He toid the crowd that the broken leg was knitting finely and almost uuy day Simon would be up and around. Then ho would leave ids patient for anxious visits to the express office. Something or someone interested was expected. The second calamity was the last of poor Simon. He heard It coming and would have jumped out of the window but his chums were using his prostrate form for a checker table, and a sporty game was in progress when the doer opened and a woman stalked In. A tall, gaunt woman, with a leather consist ency of feature and no front teeth. "I've found ye," she hissed, while the most of the Evansville women were crowding Into the doorway. "Oil, you good-for-nothing reptile, you sneak, you onhumau wretch to desert your lawful wife and leave seven children to starve!" Simon sat up on one elbew. "Sally, did I ever do- anything for the chil dren?" he asked in a surprised and injured tone. "Neet-r, you shrinking varmint, 'eept to play with thun witUa I worked. Many's the time " turning to the crowd, "lias he held the baby while I cut wood to cook his meals." "Industry must prosper," interrupted Simon, "and I alius knew the Lord would provide." "Get up, you lazy vagabond!" screamed his wife; "get out of that bed and come along home." "But your husband has a broken log," said one of the men. "You surely wouldn't drag him away before he can walk. The doctor here can tell ycu that it's a very bad break." "Ob, indeed," sneered the woman; "he's had that happen to him before now. An' he has the rheumatiz in that leg, and it pains him so lie can never do a stroke of wcrk? Well, gentlemen, take my advice an' keep your sympa thy for yourselves. He's played H pretty flue on ycu and pulled the wool over your eyes In great chape—but there ain't the least danger frcm that break, not a mite—'cause you see It's his woctlen leg."—Mrs. M. L. Kcyne, in the Chicago Beccrd-lloraid. FAIRER THAN THE ROSE,' As Dainty a Compliment as Clio Could Doslre. A young matron who lives in a Ccorgetown apartment house with her little daughter i 3 viewing with great interest a courtship going on under her very eyes. The daughter, Naomi, is the most engaging, dignified, and dutiful little girl of cieveu over seen in that part of the city across the creek. So she has been taken by her mother to call on a great many oldci persons, and has made the acquaint ance of numerous boys of fifteen cl thereabouts. Not long ago one of these boys came to see bis friend's mothei very formally and sat and talked witli her until the tensity cf a formal call nearly burnt his jacket. Then he arose with a polite bow and asked for a por trait of the little girl. The matron de murred, of course. "Well," said the young suitor, "if yon will give me a good picture of Naomi, I will give you back a picture I have already. It isn't a good one at all. But I'll give It back to you for a better one." The mother was greatly mystified. She concluded after awhile that the boy had photographed hot little girl on the sly, and in order to Cnd cut she sent him word that she would make the exchange. Next day there came to lier door a long box with a note on the outside. "I am greatly privileged to send you Naomi's picture," read the note. "It isn't half as pretty as It ought to be." The young matron opened the box curiously and looked at Its contents a long time without saying a word. It hold a single American Beauty rose. —Washington Star. Artificial Clay. Artificial clay, according to German reports, io receiving increased atten tion abroad. Tills ceramic novelty, which is used fcr the manufacture of artificial stone, tiles, gutters, etc., is composed of eand, chalk, cement, liquid glue aud petroleum. The sub stances are mixed in certain quantities and a claylike mass results, which can lie formed at pleasure and acquires an excellent degree of Lardness Ly beiug subjected to beat. This artificial clay can be employed in a variety of structures; tiles of dif ferent forms and sines are made of it. They have a perfectly even surface and sharp edges, are f reproof and re sist the influences of the weather. They, furthermore, absorb no moisture. The clay is also used fcr the manu facture of artificial stone in all colors. Tests with this clay have been made at the laboratory of the Technical Ex perimental station at Charlottenbnrg, and the results have been pronounced very favorable. As the substances are easily mixed without the aid of machinery, the smallest builder can use the process and so obtain structural decorations at a law price. His First Dress Suit. lie was a very youthful looking man and he wore a natty opera hat and a lengthy raglan which caused him to be the cynosure of all eyes in the Arch street trolley ear. It was probably the first time he had ever worn a dress suit, and as lie walked into the car his painful embarrassment was noticeable. Many smiles flitted across the passen gers' features, aud tho young fellcw noticed each one and blushed deeply. But more trouble was in store. At Seventeenth street two red-l'aced ser vant girls boarded the ear. They crowded into a seat and began to talk volubly. "Vis," said one, "th' mlstbress give me a ould wrapper an' she " She paused here, as her wandering gaze rested on the conspicuous young man iu the corner. "Say, Ellen," she said loudly and with a giggle, "how would you like that for a feller?" Tho young man left the ear hurried ly before it had reached the street where he wished to alight.—Philadel phia Telegraph. Irish tho Language of Lovorg. The Irish language Is above all oth ers the language of lovers. You may liud la French, or Spanish, or Italian, superlatives or diminutives of endear ment, but you will never find anything so soft, so sweet, so subtle, so sad and sometimes so rapturously extravagant as you will find in the Irish language. —Sydney (N. S. W.) Freeman. It Jlftltes New Trade. The Idea that advertising is merely a struggle for a given amount of busi ness is a fallacy. Advertising creates new business by reminding or inform ing people of their needs—a real ser vice to the people as well as a benefit to the advertiser. v \|l y?~' I I Surfman Kills'* Story. THE Boston Herald prints a story from Surf man Setli L. Ellis, the only survivor of the Mononomy crew, describing the capsizing of the lifeboat, while try ing to save men from the stranded barge Wadena. He is now able to re member the experience with distinct ness. He said: "We worked under the lee of the Wadena aud hailed those on hoard, tell ing them to get ready to be taken off. The second time they passed us a line. The five men on the barge were ex cited and we cautioned them to keep their heads. I think Mr. Mack was the first to get safely into our boat, and llie others quickly followed by dropping on a rope and then swinging off. When all five men were in tho boat Captain Eldredge sang out to cut the painter. Surfman Osborn Chase cut away the rope with an axe. "In going away from the barge we 6hipped a small sea. Two of the Por tuguese passengers then became ex cited and jumped up in the boat I caught them and forced the two into the bottom of the boat Then a large amount of water was shipped. As it came in over the side, four men, all but Mr. Mack, jumped all over the boat, yelling with tear. This inter fered with our men in rowing, and more water was shipped. As those crazed fellows rushed toward the for ward part of tho boat, the boat went over. "Small and Niekerson were on the second thwart, Kendrick -and Itogers on the third, and Foye and myself 011 the fourth. After she went over, I came up to the leeward, which, strange to say, I did on the three times the boat was overturned. "The first time we righter her, all hands were all right, but as soon as we got her right side up, the Portuguese clambered lu without any idea of what to do, and as the boat was half full of water, she rolled right over again. We all went down again. As Foye came up he shouted to the Captain; 'I struck bottom that time, Captain.' We succeeded in again righting her, but she rolled right over, aud when she came up, all of the passengers and Surfman Foye were missing. The next to go were Chase, Niekerson and Small. I saw them once fifteen feet away, drifting with the tide, but they soon sank. "Captain Eldredge told us not to waste any more strength in righting the boat, but to cling on. Rogers, Ken drick and myself climbed upon the bot tom, while Captain Eldredge clung to the rudder-brace und said: 'Come, boys, help me up.' We pulled him ou once, hut he was immediately washed off. He was agaiu assisted up, but he couldn't stick. It was thou all I could do to look out for myself; but, soon after, looking arouud, I saw Kendrick and Captain Eldredge float away. They sank quickly. "Just then Rogers grasped me about the neck, and held 011 like a vise. The man was crazy, and, lu my opinion, never knew what lie was doing. 1 hud a hard flglit to shake liim off, but did so finally. He was unable to hold 011 any longer, und was soon washed Into the sea, a raving maniac. "I was now alone, with 110 expecta tion of getting ashore alive. The tide seemed to carry the boat into smoother water. As it did so I kicked off all that was left of my clothing that 1 could, thinking I would make one supreme effort and try to swim ashore. Just theu Captain Elmer Mayo came along with his boat aud pulled mo iu. I was almost goue and could not have stood it much longer." Escimcil firs aud Water. Chief Engineer Robert fceoit, of the burned steamer British Queen, who, after the destruction of the Phoenix Line pier aud considerable shipping by fire, was given up for lost, appeared at the Myers House, Hoboken, his face and hands badly burned. His story is a thrilling one. He said; "I urn a Liverpool man, chief engi neer on what was the British Queen. I am forty years old. I had been ill with rheumatism, aud for some time my assistant had been doing my work. 1 was asleep in my room when the tire broke out. I awoke, choking from the smoke. Seeing flames about, I ran forward, half dressed, and gained the deck. Then I ran aft and back again amidships. The flames got at my face at this point. I thought 1 was the only mau aboard until I ran into a Belgian stoker, who seemed to have been crazed by fear. We stood in the Ice of a cattle stall, making up our miiuls whether to jump. All this time 1 was shoutiug lor help. The heat becoming too great where we were we climbed to the roof of tlie structure. There I l'ouud a wire cable. Making this fast to a stanchion and calling the Belgian to follow, I threw the loose end over the side of the ship and slid down iuto the icy water. The Belgian did not follow me. I do not know what became of him. I struck out for a barge near by, and succeeded in puliing myself over the rail. I found my way iuto the cabin and there tried to warm juyself. "As luck would have it, the barge was soon blazing, and I was forced to jump again into the river. By that time 1 was so benumbed and so be- wildored that I was all but losing my senses. I struck around aimlessly in the water, and tlia made for the rud der of the barge. There I clung for a long time shouting for help with all the strength I possessed. Finally some one answered from a steamer which was being pulled out into the stream. It was the third mate of the Heath burn. He threw me a line, I wrapped it around me and was hauled on board. I spent the night on the Heathburn. Strangely enough, ray rheumatism has left me. The last time I was ship wrecked I had to swim seven miles." In the Jaws of ilie Fire. The risks tliat llremeu take are an everlasting wonder, even though almost every paper contains stories of their bravery. But the man behind the l tlre-englne—apparently he lias only to -i --keep his machine going, and is as safe as the man who pulls the lever of an t' upright "donkey." The story of Bill Brown, as told by Mr. Cleveland Moff- v. ctt, in "Careers of Daring and Danger," I shows that the engineer's bravery is sometimes put to tests as severe as these which the hoseman or the ladder- ' man even has to endure. What happened was this: Engine 29, pumping her prettiest, stood at the corner so near the drug house that the driver thought it wasn't safe for the j horses, and led them away. That left Brown alone, against the cheek of the I fire, watching his boiler and keeping his steam-gauge at seventy-live. As the lire gained, chunks of red hot sandstone began to smash down on the engine. Brown ran bis pressure up to eighty, and watched the door anxiously where the four firemen from his squad had gone into the furnace. Then an explosion of chemicals in the building sent a sheet of flame wide as a house curling across the street, en wrapping engine and man, and setting tire to the elevated railway station ' overhead. Bill Brown stood hy his "-j engine with a sheet of fire above him. lie heard footsteps 011 the pavement and voices that grew fainter, crying, "Bun for your lives!" He was alone, and the skin on his hands, face and neck was blistered. Brown knew why everyone was run ning. There would be another explo sion. It was tolerably certain that ho must die if he stayed. But his four chums were in the fire and needed the water. If he quit bis engine the water would fail. lie stoked in coal and ran the gauge up another notch, easing the running parts with the oiler. He was offering his life for his friends. In a few minutes the four firemen came out of the building. Then Biil Brown ran for his life with his com rades. A second or two later Euglus 20 was crushed by the falling walls. A l!oer Trick. A German otlicer who saw much of the South African fighting stated re- \ ccntly that it seemed us though the / British would never learn how. "They are magnificently courageous," said he, "but, then, they are magnificently fool ish as well. They march a regiment up a kopje as though it was on dress parade at Aldershot, and then puff, puff, and the men are shot down like dogs, and many lives are uselessly wasted. Then at the next kopje they go and do Identically the same thing, with the same disastrous result to themselves. "Let me give you an instance of their simplicity that came under my personal observation: "Four Boers and their commander were in a farmhouse on the veldt when word was brought them that a troop of ten English horse was rapidly ap proaching. There was no time to es cape. 'Get in the grass,' said the leader to the four Boers, for the grass about the house was very long and a man I was easily concealed in it. The leader J then leaned against the door smoking and in plain sight. Presently up rode the English troop and their commander ordered the man in the door to throw up his hands. This he did, but as soon as the English troop was at a halt the Boer leader whistled, and the four Boers in the grass fired and emptied four English saddles. Then another discharge and a fifth saddle was empty and a sixth Englishman was badly wounded. Thereupon the four Boers and their leader captured the survivors and carried them off prisoners. "That Identical trick has been played on the English times without number, and each time successfully." The Sphere of the Weekly. While the United States boasts of a larger reading public in proportion to its population than can be found in any other country, it is true, neverthe. , M ■ less, that the newspaper is mainly rt> ijf lied upon to furnish the literary enter, tainment of the greatest portion of the reading public. Of course, of the mak ing of books there is no end, and ; ~ey seem to pour from the presses v.tj the force of a Niagara Falls, and m. azlnes innumerable rush into ,?e whirlpool of competition in such a reckless manner as must excite the ad miration of the daring thus displayed even though the bad judgment so of ten shown cannot win approval, still, it surely follows that the newspaper is occupying a position which is impreg nable to all the assaults that can b made upon It. Haboo "Leave." On the occurrence of a plague sea IT in one of the afflicted cities of the Pun jab, the clerks of a public office took flight, leaving behind them the follow ing application: "We poor, unfortu nate Baboos, in solemn conclave assem W bled, pray your honor to lie pleased tc § permit us to leave this uuwholescmt \ ' spot; for, pray, what can Baboo giv in exchange for his soul? In anticipa. . L tion of sanction we leave to-night"— m' Jl Madras (India) Mail.
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