The man with expectations In gloomj', dreary days May still go hoping, hoping Along the toilsome ways. , "Some day, some day," he murmurs, "My own will come to me; Eome day I'll claim the fortune That waits across the sea." The hope he has may never Be realised, but still It gives him strength to labor Up many a trying hill. '' "" 1 1 1 A STRAIN OF ROMANCE. i It was late one afternoon as a man Stepped from a small sailing boat on ,to the quay at Waterport, Gibraltar. He felt uncomfortable and disreputa ble. Earlier in the day, having noth ing better to do, be bad set out for a sail across the hay. They had run in on the sandy beach of a forsaken spot called Puenta Majorga. There the boatman had taken him on his shoul ders and carried him through the surf, finally dropping him so that he got nicely wet. On the return journey the ■wind had freshened and it had come on to rain, with the result that he now stood a somewhat forlorn looking ob ject, with clothes spoilt by sea water and wet sand. It had just occurred to him that the next obvious thing was to change his attire, when the sound of voices caught his car. Looking round he caught sight of a little group some fifty yards away—a girl, a middle-aged lady and a brawny looking man in a "brass hound" suit Something in the girl's appearance attracted him, and uncon sciously he moved nearer to the trio. He got within a dozen paces of them, and, standing behind a pile of crates, enjoyed a view at close quarters. "By Jove!" he murmured, under his breath. The girl was tall and slim, magnificently good-looking. He could not take bis eyes from her. There was a certain air of vigor and independence about her that fascinated him. She raised her arm Xnd pointed across the bay to where a large white yacht lay at anchor. "You mean to say the Scud can't sail to-day. Captain Flint!" she exclaimed. Her voice sent a thrill through him. There was the slightest, most delicious suspicion of trans-Atlantic accent In it, and he was enraptured. In a drawling tone the Captain gave an account of what had happened. It appeared that the Scotch engineer, Me- Alister, had gone off on a birthday frolic, and, as the result of a jovial little excursion in the vicinity of Aige cirns, had managed to get hauled off to a local Spanish jail. The girl was In despair. "What shall we do? The cable was urgent—the Scud will have to get to Alexandria by the 22d. Can't we pick up another engineer in Gibraltar?" The Captain shook his head. "But we can't wait until he's re leased!" she cried with a little stamp of* her foot. "Something will have to be done." The man standing behind the crates had been drinking in every word, his eyes fastened on the girl's face. Sud denly an idea flashed upon him—it was a mad one, hut it gripped him. Without a moment's further consid eration he stepped forward and con fronted the trio. "Beg pardon," he said, touching his hat. "I happened to overhear. I gath ered you want an engineer?" The girl looked at the figure before her in astonishment. She saw a tall, good-looking, clean-shaven ntan in wet, 60dden clothes, with the collar of his coat turned up. "Are yon an engineer?" she asked, eagerly. He nodded. "I could take you to Alexandria in the time," he said. Captain Flint was interested. "Say, young feller, got papers to show?" he drawled. "And what's your name?" The man looked him hack square in the face. "My name is Dennis," he said. "And I haven't got papers to show." He turned to the girl frankly. "You would have to take me on chance," he said. "I give you my word that I am capable of running the en gines of your yacht, and getting ber to Alexandria in the time, bar a break down—but more I cannot say. Will you risk it?" The girl glanced at him hesitatingly. "The Scud must sail " she began. "Guess we can see in an hour or so whether he's up to the job," said Cap tain Flint, suggestively. The man looked at the girl with an Inquiring smile. She gave him one more glance—then made up her mind. "Y'ou're engaged," she said, briskly. Thus it was In a short time he found himself at work on the yacht. In another three hours he had the steam up, and the indies having come on board, the Scud raised her anchor and slowly made her way out of the bay. As engineer he was a complete suc cess, and quickly earned the warm ap proval of Captain Jake Flint, from whom he gleaned a good deal of in teresting information. It appeared that the yacht was the property of Mr. Silas Lewison, a rich American, and that the girl on hoard was his only daughter. Her father had left her In England, and, a few weeks ago, had made the journey to Cairo, leaving her to follow more leisurely in the Scud. For the first two days he spent most of his time in the engine room. Onee or twice, as he sat watching the move ments of the big cylhtders, he broke Into a soft laugh. It was on the third day. when he happed to be on deck, that she spoke to him. . EXPECTATION. The man with expectations Of glory in the skies May still go hoping, hoping, _ When woes around him rise. "Some day, some day," he murmurs, "Joy shall be mine up there. Where sorrow never enters And all the days are fair." His eyes may never open Beyond the grave, but still He goes with faith to bravely Face many a fearsome ill! —S. E. liiser. "We are getting on famously, Mr. Dennis. I think a good fate must have dropped you from the clouds!" she said, with a.smile. He looked at her and tried to hide the look of admiration that had crept to his eyes. She seemed more glorious ly beautiful tlian ever. He made some vague reply, and she went on talking about the yacht. It was Intoxication to him. He had fallen desperately In love at first sight, and he wondered what It would all lead to. • * * • • The next few days passed delight fully. He had several conversations with her—indeed, she seemed almost to welcome an opportunity of speaking with him. The more he saw of her, the more convinced was he that he had made no mistake. This was no fleet ing faucy; he was really in love. Then came a bitter shock of disap pointment. They were within, a day's run of Alexandria, and he was about to go on deck. As he raced up the companion something white on one of the stairs caught his attention. lie picked it up and found it was a tele gram. Glancing at it he saw that it was the cable that had been sent to her at Gibraltar by her father. Almost unconsciously he read the few words: "Get Scud to Alexandria by 22d with out fall—Lord Hillmarch has promised to come with us to England." He stood staring at it stupidly; then, as the meaning of the words dawned upon him, a fierce wave of unreasona ble resentment swept over him. Old Lewison had run across Lord Hill march, and, considering him an eligi ble son-in-law, had schemed to bring the two together on the yacht. The old, stale arrangement—American heir esses and the English aristocracy. Would they never tire of it? With a frown on his face, he made his way slowly on deck, the telegram still in his hand. A few yards away Miss Lewison was sitting in her deck chair, studying a book. She looked up as the engineer appeared and smiled. He crossed to her and held out the telegram. "I found this on the stairs," he said, shortly. He caught sight of the hook she was reading, and saw it was "De brett's Peerage." lie felt exceedingly bitter. lie remained down in the engine room the rest of the time—he felt al most sulky. The next day they anchored oft Alex andria and old Lewison with Lord Hillmarch came on board. The engi neer kept out of the way until they went into the saloon for lunch, then he seized the opportunity and went on deck. He leaned over the taffrail and gave himself up to his thoughts. An other hour or so and she would have passed out of his life forever. In his tit of abstraction he had not noticed a tor pedo destroyer that was out for prac tice. She was going at quarter speed past the yacht. Suddenly a voice broke on his ears. "Why, it's Kenyon, by Jove! How are you, old man?" The engineer awoke from his reverie with a start. A few yards away the bronzed face of the lieutenant of the destroyer was laughing at him. "Can't keep away from the old game, I see—lucky chap to be able to choose your own fancy boat! Will you come round and see us to-night?" The destroyer was some distance away by now, and the last words came In a shout. The engineer nodded and waved his hand. Then a slight noise behind him made hint swing round. He saw Miss Fay Lewison and Lord Hillmarch standing at the open door of the companion. The girl was watching him. "He called you Kenyon," she said, wonderingly. Lord Hillmarch stepped forward. He was an almost middle-aged little man, with a kindly face. He held out his hand to the engineer. "That happens to be his name, you know—Dennis Kenyon," he said, with a smile. Miss Lewison was still more bewil dered. "You know him?" "Slightly," he replied. "You see, his estate adjoins mine at some." "But he has been our engineer!" she cried. There was a pause. Lord Hillmarch shot, a little alert look at Kenyon and stroked his mustache. The girl stood waiting for an explanation. Kenyon gave a nervous laugh. "There isn't really much to explain," he said. "You see, before an uncle died and left me a bothering lot of money and an estate, I was an engi neer in the navy—you just heard one of my old messmates hail me." He gave a jerk of his finger toward the de stroyer. "You know the rest. I was idling about Gibraltar when I acci dentally heard your trouble about the engineer. I did it on impulse—l sup pose " He hesitated. "I suppose I must have a strain of romance some, where In my composition," he added lamely. She did not speak. He moved his head slightly and her gaze met hia Lord Hillmarch looked from one to an- • other critically, then a slight smile crept over his insignificant little face. He pulled out his cigarette case. "Supposing," he observed, dryly, "we all be delightfully frank with one an other." The two turned to him with a start. "I just love frankness!" said Miss May. Lord Hillmarch lighted his cigar ette. "Then, as a beginning," he said cool ly, "I'll remark that I don't think I'll come to England in the yacht with you, I rather fancy, you know, that being thirty-eight, and somewhere about five feet two in stature, with a bald head into the bargain, I will adhere to my old resolution and admire nothing but ray own charming self! How's that for frankness?" "Gigantic!" said Kenyon. The little lord smiled. "Then I'll leave you to do your share," he observed, and strolled away. The two stared at one another blank ly; then suddenly they both laughed. "It's all very ridiculous!" said Miss Lewison. Kenyon grew sober again. "I suppose," he said, slowly, "I must be leaving the ship now, unless " He paused and looked at her intently. "Unless by a remote chance you also have " His voice died away ner vously. "What?" she said, with her eyes on the deck. "A strain of romance somewhere in your composition." He finished in al most a whisper. She lifted her nead and saw him looking at her pleading. There was a vague something thdt appealed to her. And he was undoubtedly very much in love with her. Her lips parted in a half smile. "I'm not certain," she said, doubt fully. Then her eyes met his. "Why not give me a little time to find out?" she said frankly. He did—and eventually discovered that there was.—Mainly About I'eople. Turnips antl Peats. Mrs. Smith was not in favor of adorn ing education witli any frills and ruf fles. She opposeil the introduction of each of the so-called "fads," and her opposition was always loud and insist ent. One morning she visited the prin cipal of the school building which shel tered the little Smiths for the five most peaceful hours ol' their day and expressed her sentiments in no meas ured terms. "It's disgraceful the way children are taught!" she began, with a painful disregard of tact and diplomacy. "Their studies are so jumbled together that they don't know when they have finished with arithmetic and taken up geography. The other day Bessie —she is in G room, you know—came home and said that the teacher had stopped in the middle of a singing lesson, right in the middle of a song, to ask how many turnips were in a peck." "\ r ou must be mistaken," excused the astonished principal. "No, ma'am. Bessie told me, and Bessie never lies," said Bessie's mother with a complacency that irritated the atmosphere. The teacher was sent for. She de nied that she had interrupted a music lesson to satisfy her curiosity in re gard to .turnips and pecks. She went ! back to G room with unkindly feelings, j but three minutes later she came back j smiling. "I know now what she meant," said j she. "I asked the children how many ' beats were in a measure."—Lippin- j cott's Magazine. Drawing Out tlie Menn Man. Robert Carrick, one of the richest j bankers of Scotland a few generations | ago, was as mean as he was wealthy, i Being one day visited by a deputation i collecting subscriptions towards a new | hospital, he signed for two guineas, j and one of the gentlemen expressing j disappointment at the smallness of the j amount, lie said, "Really, I cannot j afford more." The deputation next visited Wilson, j one of the largest manufacturers in ; the city, who, on seeing the list, cried: j "What, Carrick only two guineas?" When informed of what the banker ! had said, Wilson replied: "Wait; I will give him a lesson." Taking his check book, lie filled in a check for £IO,OOO, the full amount of his deposit at Carrick's bank, and sent , it for immediate payment. Five minutes later the banker ap- j peared, breathless, and asked, "What is the matter, Wilson?" "Nothing the matter with me," re plied Wilson; "but these gentlemen | informed me that you couldn't afford more than two guineas for the hospi- j tal. Halloa! thinks I, If that's the case j there must be something wrong, and j I'll get my money out as soon as pos sible." Carrick took the subscription list, erased the two guineas, and substi tuted fifty, on which Wilson immedi ately tore up the check.—Tit-Bits. Primary Occupations. Down town some time ago a class in physical geography was undergoing examination, and among the ques- j lions propounded to the hopefuls was. the followiLg: "What are the five primary occupa- i tions of man?" The proper an! authorized answer is something like this: "Agriculture, fishing and hunting, mining, herding and lumbering." But one of the small boys at whom the question was fired got off this answer: "Polities, keeping a store, working for the trolley company, and being a policeman." It might be even more curious to know whnt he would regard as the fifth primary occupation.—Phil adelphia Telegraph. i" ms i I <E> IT I laost In the Desert. Y —| —T HE family of Mr. Godfrey v I * Hughes, a member of the | firm of nssayers owning the "g" customs assay office, recently went to spend the summer months vis iting friends who own a large ranch about seventeen miles above Albu querque. The family consists of the mother, two sons and a daughter. Last Saturday the children asked permis sion of their mother to go to a corral some 300 yards away from the houso and on the other side of a knoll that obscured the corral from view to play. Permission was granted and the youngsters bounded away for their afternoon frolic. Soon the little sister wearied and the elder brother proposecf that they take her to the house. To this the younger brother, Emerson, who was only six years old, demurred, as he wished to play more. So the older brother took his sister to the house. Upon arrival there the mother asked, "Where is brother?" "We left him playing at the corral," said the boy. The mother then sent him back for the little truant. Shortly the messen ger came back, panting from ids hur ried running, and exclaimed that his brother was nowhere to be found; that he was not at the corral. The fright ened mother hurried over to the corral and there found the report of her boy to be true. She searched and searched but could Cud no trace of the missing child. At last she came upon some little footprints, showing that the child had taken a direction the opposite to what he should have taken, and the harassed mother became more and more alarmed as the fact that her child had strayed and was in all prob ability lost became apparent. She followed tit? footprints for three miles and only ceased because darkness was approaching and she was powerless and had to call for aid. As rapidly as her nervous and exhausted slate would permit she retraced her steps to the house dnd alarmed the household. Im mediately a search party was organ ized and despite the oncoming of night started out In quest of the helpless child. Through that disheartening night the wyary search continued. And the next day the trained services of seventy five Indians were impressed, and all that long and trying day the search went on, and yet no clue to the wan derer. The grief and agony of the poor afflicted mother were beyond con solation. The continued discouraging reports that were from time to time brought her only added to acceuutate her suffering. The tracks could be followed for a distance of twelve miles and then seemed to double upon them selves and finally became lost. With out rest the searchers continued in what seemed their hopeless quest The thought of the poor little tot being out upon the dreary plains alone, with out shelter or food, wandering on with the helplessness of the lost, crying pos sibly with fright, tormented by the pangs of hunger and thirst, was sim ply maddening to the poor mother and friends seeming so helpless to termi nate the trying situation. All of Sunday night the search con tinued, and early Monday morning the father, who had been ignorant of the tragedy, was wired. He arrived that day and added his untiring efforts to those of the large party already out. To think of the dreadful pathos of it all! The poor child was not found un til Wednesday morning. It was then found by a Mexican, who carried the exhausted little form to his cabin, where the child lingered for three hours and then passed away. The or deal had been beyond the little one's endurance. The remains were taken back to the ranch and next day were interred in the cemetery of the neigh boring village.—El Paso (Texas) Times. Snake Chased Crew. Captain William F. Jameson and the crew of the towboat Juniata, of the American Steel and Wire Company, related an exciting experience with a big snake above Lock 4 on the Monon gahela River. When the steamer came to Pittsburg Tuesday afternoon to have her boilers inspected n number of riv ermen. including Captain James Moren, Captain Isaac B. Williams and Captain George W. Atkinson and others, went aboard her, and it was in explaining to them the condition of the vessel aft. which gave every evidence of having been subjected to great heat, that the story was told, as follows: The Juniata had been at work all day towing barges up the river, and on the return trip the members of the crew were taking things easy sitting around on the deck. Some one saw a strange-looking reptile swimming in the river near the boat. It is said to have been about six feet long and similar in appearance to a rattlesnake, except that it did not have rattles. The men 011 the towboat commenced to throw stones and sticks at It, every body being attracted by the strange looking reptile. A lump of coal which struck very near it seem to enrage the snake, and rais ing its head two feet out of water, it made straight for the boat. It seemed to have a charmed life, for nobody suc ceeded In hitting it. The captain says it climbed the rudder to the rudder post and came on deck, plunging through a hatch into the hold of the boat aft Most of the. crew beat a hasty retreat, it is claimed, to the pilot house, when the snake was seen to be on the boat. As soon as the reptile was in the hold the hatch was closed and a steam Jet was turned into that part of the ves sel. For three hours the place was steamed, to make sure that the snake would be killed. The heat was so in tense that the tar of the oakutn in the floor was melted. When an investiga tion of the hold was made thefre was no trace of the strange snake. The re mains of a few scalded rats were all that could be found. Where the strange reptile went is a mystery, for it was thought by the crew that they had it a prisoner. Captain George W. Atkinson says he thinks the snake was what is known on the lower Mississippi River as a cot ton-mouthed moccasin, a very poison ous reptile. They are seldom heard of in the waters around Pittsburg, al though they are known to have been carried long distances in barges loaded with fruit. They resemble a rattle snake very closely. Their mouths are lnrge. and when opened are white.— Pittsburg Times. A Thirst That Con 1,1 Sot Be Satisfied. From the story of Chief Officer Scott, of the Roralma, in Leslie's Monthly: You read about that fellow down in hades looking up and asking for water, says Chief Officer Scott, telling of the loss of the Rornima at Martinique in Leslie's Monthly for July, well, that is about as near as I can come to describ ing it, but everything that happened sticks in my mind like a nightmare. I can see now one of the passengers, a man, lying on the foc's'le deck, hid eously scarred, crying for water. When we gave it to him bo could not drink it. It would not pass down his throat. He was crawling around on deck on his hands and knees calling for water, and at last we were afraid he would fall overboard, so with the assistance of another man, I brought him down to the main deck. As soon as ever he got there he caught sight of Thompson with his water can and at once began to crawl after him for water like a dog. The man's tongue was literally burned out of his head. Ilis arms were cruelly burned from his shoulders to his finger ends. As he lay there moaning aloud in mortal agony one of the sailors happened to put a bucket of salt water near him. The man plunged his right arm into it to relieve the scalding pain. At once his skin broke straight round his shoul der and stripped off his arm till it hung like a lady's opera glove turned inside out from the tips of his lingers. Bui the worst burns were internal. The fire did not seem to penetrate clothing, but burned the exposed flesh merci lessly. Both Men Were Heroe*. Leaning over the roof of his house, lighted by the flames from a burning building next door, John Walsh, of Chi cago, passed to his wife, who clung to the edge of a window below, two little children whose lives he had saved from the fire at the risk of his own. Another John Walsh, a policeman from the Chicago avenue station, was lead ing two companions along a narrow passage under the burning structure to where he henrd what were appar ently the cries of a woman. The cries came from a fox terrier al most suffocated. The three men faced death and rescued a dog from crema tion. while the dog's owner, who is Walsh, was engaged with his work of rescue to save his neighbor's children. Walsh looked out upon the narrow court separating the two buildings and saw two little frightened faces pressed against a window pane. He climbed to the roof of his house. This brought him on the side furthest from the burn ing structure. Between him and the imperiled children was the peaked roof. Grasping a ladder lie made his way around the coping to the spot opposite the window where the children were. Planting one end of the ladder against the cornice of his house and the other on the window opposite be crawled across and managed to reach the win dow. He took a child under each arm and descended the leaning ladder, with Ids back braced against the rungs. His wife opened the window, stood upon a chair inside, and, clinging part ly to the ladder and partly to the cor nice, leaning against the edge of the roof, one at a time lowered the chil dren.—New York Times. Nearly Overcome by a Bal.l Eagle. Alfred F. Eastman, of Tacoma, who lias been living at Skagway during the past year, came near being killed by an immense bald eagle near Chilkoot, where he had been hunting and fish ing. Eastman was accompanied by D. C. Stevens. While crossing a mountain divide they scared up the eagle, which Eastman shot. The bird fell to earth and lay motionless as if dead. East man rushed forward and tried to pick it up, when it suddenly became active. It attacked Eastman with beak and tal ons, lacerating his head and tearing the flesh on his breast and upper body. Eastman was in a fainting condition when Stevens rushed to his rescue. The latter caught the eagle by both wings and pulled It away by main force. The eagle was then killed, and was found to measure eight feet from tip to tip of its wings.—San Francisco Cltronlcle. Had Been lT*ed. A boy baby arrived at a certain house and a visitor said to a little girl in the family: "Do you like the baby?" The little girl said she did. but would have preferred a lady baby. "Well," the visitor continued, "maybe you could exchange this one." "No, I don't think we could," said the little girl, "because we have been using it for seven or eight days."—Chicago Chronicle. '^g^JEi^TIFIC Acetylene appears to be making rapid progress as a mine lamp, one German firm having recently placed ~ lamps in lit different mines. These lamps are portable and designed to burn for eight hours at one charge. M. Phisalix announced in April. 1901 that young dogs, inoculated with at tenuated cultures of a coeco-baeillus which he has named Pasteurella cnnis, resisted the injection of the virus ot distemper and the direct contagion of diseased animals. He has continued his experiments for a year, and has in oculated more than 1200 young dogs and his results show that distemper can be prevented practically in every case. MM. Joseph and Marcel I.ig nicres have experimented along similar lines and have arrived at similar con clusions. An ingenious use is made of the com pressed air supplied to the workmen in an East River caisson at New York City. The caisson is being forced down to the bedrock through a thick stratum of sand, and it has been found that the compressed air sent down to jthe men may readily be utilized to flrive the sand up through pipes, in stead of removing it by the tedious use of shovels. The sand is pure and loose, and jets of water are directed against it at the bottom of the pipes When thus dislodged it passes up through the pipes with the strong air currents produced by the compression In the caisson. In the Revue de Medecln Charles Fere has an interesting article on hu man odors. He calls attention to the fact that the skin possesses a certain odor which varies much in individuals, as well as in races. Dogs unquestion ably recognize persons largely by their odors. Regarding the nervous origin of these odors. Hammond cites the case of a woman who always gave out an odor of pineapple when she was in a temper, and another who smelled of violets when suffering from an hysteri cal attack. Dr. Fere cites a number of cases of emotions produced by odors reminiscent of certain events, and finally states his belief that certain odors are inherited or may even extend to side branches of the same family. A new process for making brick out of sand and cement has been put in operation in Missouri. No ovens or burning processes are necessary, the hardening of the brick beginning as soon as it is taken from the mould, and in fifteen days it is ready for delivery. During the process of moulding, a si gle brick undergoes a pressure of <>5J- 1 000 pounds. In thirty days from the time the hardening process begins, the brick will stand a pressure of ten tons; in sixty days a pressure of twenty tons. One special test on a ninety-day brick yielded a pressure of sixty-five tons. The ordinary pressure required for building purposes is about eight tons. In addition, any desired color may be produced by the introduction of coloring matter into the sand and cement mixture. When taken from the mould the soft mixture must be handled with exarerac care. The bricks are then placed upon large racks built for that purpose, where they are sprayed with water from au automatic sprinkler every four hours. This is done to assist the action of the cement in settling properly. The hardening process naturally begin at the outer surface of the brick and continues in ward. Parrot Folleil Burglar. One morning during the past winter a jeweler in Berlin was awakened at an early hour by his pet parrot, who had entered his room and was vocifer ously persuading him in gutteral Ger man to "Hurry up and shoot the rob bers!" The tradesman hastened to act on the advice of his feathered friend, and, arming himself with a revolver, descended to the lower rooms, where he encountered a masked burglar, whose operations lie had opportunely interrupted. The reiterated cries of the parrot attracted the attention of the police, and the thief was arrested. The grateful jeweler gave a grand din ner in honor of his parrot, whose timely warning had protected his property and probably his life. Peculiar Writing-Paper. Liverpool (Engt postmen have re cently becu in u state bordering on distraction. Some foolisb person in that city inaugurated a new fashion of using ping-pong balls as post cards. The balls were stamped, an address written under the stamp, and the mes sage scrawled on the rest of the sur face. The fashion spread rapidly, and the pillar-boxes became full of these missives, which, from their shape, gave the unfortunate postmen aud postottice officials an enormous utnouut ot trouble. At last the authorities were forced to Intervene, and It is now contrary to the regulations to use the little globes of celluloid for postal pur poses. Big Price For Pen. Lively bidding in Vienna occurred the other day at the auction of the late Count Falkenhayn's relics, espe cially when the pen with which the holy alliance was signed on September 2G, 1815, was offered for sale. On that occasion the pen was used by Emperor Francis 1., Czar Alexander I. and King Frederick William 111. The bid ding started at 125 florins and quickly rose to 500 florins, at which price the pen became the property of Couat General von Liudheim.
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