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( FOREIGN FACTS.
Twenty thousand Illustrated post
cards pass through the Brussels post
office daily.
Four manuscript songs In the hand
writing of Robert Burns were sold for
£137 recently in London.
In Dublin a limited liability com
pany has been formed to carry on the
Gaelic language movement.
An unfortunate brickmaker at Ho
nan, China, has been fined 20,000
bricks for a misdeed. The alternative
was to be beaten and handed over to a
mandarin.
Russia's crop of winter cereals Is es
timated at 004,000,000 bushels of rye
and 220.000,000 bushels of wheat, the
proportion of rye to wheat being as
tour to one.
There is much dissatisfaction In Ita
ly because the admission to art gal
leries, which In other countries would
be free, bus been increased, and stu
dents' permits are more difficult to get
than ever.
A woman's club In Switzerland some
time ago Introduced the custom In sev
eral cities of giving an elegant diploma
to servants who huve remained In one
place a given time. Last year more
than 1,000 of these diplomas were giv
en.
The doctors ore having a hard time
In Austria. They earn so little that
they have to look for other Jobs to se
cure their dally bread. One recently
Secured a license to soil clgnrs, another
became Insurance agent and a third
Was seen fiddling at night In a cafe.
r SHORT STORIES.
The biggest wheatfleld In the world
Is In the Argentine. It belongs to an
Italian named Guazone and covers
Just over 100 square miles.
There Is u great demand for rooms
In apartment houses In the larger cities.
Feople find this an agreeable way to
live where there are no small houses.
According to Dr. I'lnard of Paris
many careless persons catch contuglous
diseases by taking off their dusty shoes
and then sitting down to a meal with
out washing their hands.
The greut growth of the demand for
automobiles is illustrated by the fact
that $1,000,000 worth of French ma
chines have Just been contracted for
by a firm in New Y'ork city.
There bns been a steady decrease of
the rural population of Ohio, Indiana,
Illinois, Kansus, Nebraska and each of
the north Atlantic Btates except Rhode
Island, Connecticut and Pennsylvania.
The value of buildings erected In the
New England states lust year wus
$135,000,000. The prospects are that
this yeur's building operations through
out the United States will lurgcly ex
ceed that of last year.
The town of Gunyinas, Mexico, has
boon made Immaculately pure und
clean by the prospect of a visitation of
the bubonic plague. Every particle of
filth has been removed, and the streets
bave even been sprinkled with talcum
powder.
fit- PLAYS AND PLAYERS.
i
Julia Marlowe will probably play in
London this spring.
It Is rumored that Lillian Russell la
to appear in drama.
Mr. and Mrs. RORS Whytal have re
vived "For Fair Virginia."
Amelia Bingham will star Henry
Dixey in "The Last of the Dandies."
Miss Terry's production of Ibsen's
great drama, "The Vikings," will be an
ambitious one.
1 June Hading will be seen In London
next June in "More Than Queen" and
Alfred Capus' latest play, "The Chute
lalnc."
Lucille Spinney, who was once an
amateur actress well known In Bos
ton's Four Uuudred, is now in profes
sional ranks.
It hus been announced that Louis
Mann will present Shakespeare's "The
Merchant of Venice," be playing the
gole of Shylock.
Joseph Coyne, who has made such a
decided hit as Sir Archie in "The To
reador," will probably be featured In
a new musical entertainment next sea
son- ..
r Dr.Dayid Kennedy*
• favorite Remedy
Her Beau
From
Hertford
By Zoe Anderson Norris
Copyright, 190 i, hy Zne Andernmi NnrrU
SAILING unexpectedly, I had
written a friend to find me a
room, and she hnd found me
that Back In my own country
I had gone to her door one evening at
dusk and knocked. She let me In, and,
taking me to the window, she pointed
out to me u house In the middle of the
second block away.
"It Is there that I have engaged you
a room," she told me. "I engaged it
particularly for tonight."
I bad not taken off my things. I
started out.
"You will be back for dinner, won't
you?" she asked, with a wistful "You
won't be buck for dinner, will you?"
air. And I had replied: "No. I may
us well stay to dinner there. They
will charge me for It all the same."
The room was not so bad as It might
have been, and the house was a hand
some one, but the general atmosphere
of It rutlier struck me with umuzement.
The little woman who kept It hud just
moved In from a flat. The carpets
consequently fitted like postage stamps,
the furniture appeared to have shrunk
und the curtains when they hung ut
all hung three feet from the floor.
I said to myself at first, "I cannot
stay here."
Then I began to grow Interested.
In spite of the fact that several large
trunks whose contents should have had
to a certain degree the effect of estab
lishing my respectability followed In
my wake, 1 was politely but Brmly re
quested to pay In advance.
I did so.
The money went to buy necessary
furniture for my room.
Having struggled some myself—and,
alas, the struggling Isn't quite over yet
—I looked upon the convulsive efforts
of that little woman to furnish her
house nnd her table at the same time
with such Increased Interest that ulti
mately I paid her two weeks In ad
vance instead of one.
Thus the stairs were carpeted and a
rug was eventually placed at the en
trance In the hall.
In the intervals of cooking, washing,
Ironing and scrubbing the little woman
came to me and told me her tale of
woe.
It was In vain that I sat before an
expectant typewriter, glancing signlli
cantly down now nnd again at wuitlng
keys.
She talked to me.
"It Is all for Muriel," she said. "I
want to make that girl's life worth liv
ing. Mine never was. I want her to
have things she should have —tilings
girls love —pretty clothes, hats, shoes,
gloves, ribbons. I want to make her a
happy girl. Why, after all my work
yesterday what do you think I did?"
I couldn't imagine, but I knew well
enough what t must do if I wnnted
any butter on my daily bread, and
what I couldn't do if she kept on talk
ing.
"I sat up till 3 o'clock making a
party dress to send her at Hartford,"
she informed me. "She's going to a
ball there tonight. I had to have it
rendy for the express this morning. I
sat up nearly all night long finishing
it."
It was In this way that she repeated
herself, taking up the time.
I leaned my elbows on the table and,
looking hard at her, tried to mesmerize
her Into going away.
"She is coming home In three days or
four," she went on, and talked a blue
streak for half an hour before she
finally took herself off.
In due time she came, that wonderful
Muriel.
Going down to dinner one evening I
found her at table.
I was filled with astonishment at the
sight of her. Her mother, with nil her
talk, had not prepared me for her ex
quisite beauty.
She was not only beautiful, but she
possessed a certain style incomprehen
sible in a girl of her position. I discov
ered later that her mother made her
clothes. This served to Increase my
surprise, for her mother had next to no
style at all. The reason for tills, how
ever, was forgivable. She spent noth
ing on herself nnd every cent that she
could spare from the furniture on the
girl.
I confess that It gave me a sort of
shock to see tills exquisite creature
take up the bell and ring for her moth
er to bring In her dinner, as if that
mother were a servant, hut the mother
allayed the shock by explaining. She
wouldn't allow Muriel In the kitchen.
There were various and sundry rea
sons, it seemed, for this. First, the
girl didn't know enough to pound sand
when It came to cooking: second, she
wouldn't be bothered with teaching
her, and the thlrdlles, fourthlies and
flfthlles I have forgotten.
The shock was entirely dispelled
when I found her on the fallowing
morning prone upon her knees on the
hall floor washing up its marble. It
changed to respect as she swept down
the stairs, cleaned the parlor, dusted
the banisters, tables nnd chairs, and
when, with uptucked skirts and dust
cnp, like a maid In a comic opera, she
knocked at my door to clean up my
room it vanished entirely, and, stopping
my work byway of reward, I talked
to her.
"Hid you have a nice time at your
party in Hartford, Muriel?" I asked.
"Pretty nice," she replied. "Mamma
made me a dress that looked fine a lit
tle way off. It was black lace over
white sateen, but they wrote It np
'black lace over white satin.' It's all
right when they put it like that In the
papers, but It's awful to have to wear
sateen all the time in the place of
satin."
"Your mamma sat up all night nearly
making it for you," said I.
"I know that," she nodded. "There
are no flies on mamma, if she wouldn't
yell so. Listen."
Yell! The welkin rang with shrieks
of:
"Muriel! Muriel! Muriel!"
"Hush!" the girl cried back. "I am
coming."
She ran down. Presently, returning,
she fell up against the shut door, ex
hausted.
"What did she want?" I inquired,
stopping the click of my machine In the
middle of a word.
"A thousand things at once. I don't
know what on earth is the matter with
mamma, going on so."
"She's all nerves trying to run this
boarding house on nothing.
"She needn't have done It. We had
enough to live on without."
I knew. I had heard her mother say.
Just enough barely, and she had to go
down on her knees, like many another
woman, to that husband of hers she
kept secreted somewhere about the
premises (who assisted her solely in the
SHE BENT HER HEAD OVER THE HANDLE
OP THE BIiOOM.
matter of attending to the furnace—
attending to It in a manner so exceed
ingly peculiar that the cold air came
up to the rooms Instead of the hot) for
every single cent of spending money
she had in the world, and was that any
sort of way for a woman to live?
I was about to repout this to the girl,
but concluded not. It was hardly worth
while. Resides, as usual, the typewrit
er waited.
She flnlshed cleaning and stood near
the door, broom and (luster In hund.
"Thank you," said I. "You are the
prettiest chambermaid I ever had, Mu
riel."
She smiled.
"Shall I do some living pictures for
you this morning?" she inquired.
I am never proof against those living
pictures of Muriel's.
Leaning back In my chair, "Go on,"
said I.
She did three.
Pegging me to Imagine her rustic
swain opposite her and the spire in the
distance, she bent her charming young
head over the handle of her broom and
Impersonated "The Angelus."
"Superb!" I exclaimed, with clap
pings of hands. "I can hear the peal of
the bells almost, you beautiful girl!"
Encou#iged, she stood upright and
with shut eyes Impersonated "Night"
Opening them, big, long lashed, gray,
she was a radiant "Morning."
The shrill cry of "Muriel! Muriel!
Muriel!" broke In upon this living pic
ture.
"My goodness!" she ejaculated.
"There she Is again! My beau is com
ing from Hartford to see me," turning,
with her hand on the knob. "If she
goes on like this, I can see my finish.
She and that old 'Rooms For Rent' on
the outside door will disgrace me."
The "Rooms For Rent" disgraced me
too. It was written with a scratch pen
on a ragged piece of paper and pasted
Jnggedly across beneath the bell. I
scratched it off, printed a neat calling
card on my typewriter, stuck it above
the knob and walked down a step or
two to observe the effect.
"It is better," said Muriel. "And the
beauty of it is that It comes on and
off."
I grew not only accustomed to the
place, hut attached to it. Used to the
simplicity of the old country, its bare
ness affected me little so long as it was
clean, and it was always that, the halls
scrubbed to the purity of whiteness
and the floors well waxed.
Added to which the cooking of Muri
el's mother bordered upon perfection,
the dining room, with Its matting, Its
swlss curtains and Its snowy table, was
tempting, nnd through the open grat
ing of the window not many rejected
manuscripts were passed by the blue
coated postman of mornings, nnd often
some check.?.
The house began gradually to fill up
with furniture. The little woman,
standing weary hours In auction rooms,
bought bargains for songs, hut the rent
hung like a hideous nightmare over
her, and the continuous strain left nerv
ous prostration dangling in its trail.
1 sat with my back to the windows
writing. Those who entered the door
faced that light. I could see wild
gleams in the eyes Muriel's mother
when she stood there. Her excited call
rang through the silences, the girl's
"Hush!" ensuing. It was pitiful to
hear the appeal of her young voice In
Its Imperative soothing.
One morning her mother knocked,
entered and stood before me with the
light in her eyes and on her face, not
old, but rapidly growing so.
I stopped my work to listen.
"I've spent every cent on the furni
ture this month," she commenced, "and
today Is my rent day."
"How much Is due?"
She named the sum.
It staggered me somewhnt. I studied
the situation from all sides. Already I
was four weeks in pawn, with no hope
that I could see of getting out. If she
wer • bodily ejected I should lose that
four weeks' board. If I gave her what
amounted to another four weeks' board
I saved the first at the risk of losing
the second.
Being a writer, I had no money to
lose. But remembering how when I
first began I often knew what It was to
experience the vacillating feeling of
not knowing where my hoard money
was to come from exactly; remember
ing also how, still being a writer, at
any moment the thing was liable to
reoccur, I went to my desk, and, draw
ing out a check that had been passed
through the grating of the dining
room window that morning, warm
from the signature of a gracious editor,
I handed it to her.
"You have saved my life," she said,
though 1 hardly think it was quite so
bad as that made It out to be.
She came Lack from her landlord
with a face that beamed.
"If you could have seen him look at
that check!" she ejaculated. " 'Who is
this you hnve boarding with you?' he
asked, and I answered, 'A woman who
writes for many magazines.' "
"Who writes for many magazines," I
corrected, "and gets her stuff accepted
by a few."
"It's ail the same," she declared,
with a toss of her head (but It Isn't).
"I'm proud of you.'"
The (lays that followed went by for
me on wheels that were oiled, but for
Muriel they went less olllly.
"To think," complained her mother,
"that I am doing it all for her sake,
and she annoys me so! 1 must scream
at her morning, noon and night to
make her mind."
"If you are not careful," I advised
on a day when I felt like advising,
which, happily, isn't often, "you'll
have the contrary effect of dashing
down this house of cards you are wear
ing yourself out erecting."
And then Muriel's beau came down
from Hartford. It happened like this:
1 had been out shopping somewhere.
Returning, I was amazed to lind the
curd gone off the door and the old pa
per, more jagged, more disreputable
than ever, pasted zigzag across.
Muriel admitted me. Somehow I nev
er felt the need of a servant in that
house, Muriel wns so beautiful, open
ing the door.
"How's this, Muriel?" I usked. "What
made you put the old card back
again?"
"Hush!" she whispered. "Wait and
I'll tell you."
I peeped through the double doors of
the parlor, and there sat her beau from
Hartford.
I rushed upstairs, and by and by she
followed me, stood In her old position
with her back against the shut door
and began explaining.
"I wasn't going to try to fool him,"
she said. "If he really cared for me, I
thought he'd care for me in spite of It,
and If he didn't care then the game
wasn't worth the candle. So I told him
all about It—how we kept boarders for
"HUSH 1" BKB WHIBPEKED.
a living, how mamma stayed in the
kitchen half of her time cooking, how
papa tended the furnace and Uncle Jim
drove a dray wagon. You didn't know
that yourself, (lid you? Well, he does.
I told him what n ramshackly old time
we had of It getting along at that; then
there was the paper on the door."
"Well, and what did he say?"
"He Just put his arms around me."
she smiled—what n beauty the girl wns
—"and said it didn't make nny differ
ence to him. It wasn't mamma he
cared about or papa or Uncle Jim or
the house. It was me." A flush rose to
her eyes, Co the roots of her fluffy hair
as she repeated softly, "It was me!"
I threw my hat in the air and caught
It by the stem of a dangling flower as
it came sailing down again.
"Hurrah!" I cried. "Three rousing
cheers for the beau from Hartford!"
HI REELFOOT LAKE. "
Its Great Sunken Forest and tb
Game With Which It Abounds.
Mississippi river shooting is varied
with trips to the sunken lands, which
begin near Hickman, Ky., and extend
south several hundred miles on both
sides of the river. This territory was
covered with a dense forest of large
trees before the land was submerged
by the earthquake of 1811. On the
Tennessee side Reel foot lake, eighty
miles long, was formed. Reelfoot lake
is only three miles from the river at
Upper Slough Landing and the same
distance at Tiptonville, Tenn. The
dense forest is still standing. The
limbs and bark have rotted and
dropped off years ago, leaving the
bleached trunks standing like marble
columns in water sixty feet deep, so
eloHe together that it is difficult to move
a skiff among them. Some have rotted
off at the water level, and others are
hollow, making good blinds. The flight
of wild fowl on Reelfoot lake is beyond
the comprehension of the average
sportsman. There are ducks, geese,
cormorants, called water turkeys;
cranes, water hens and snipe. They
all keep up a chatter which makes the
sunken forest ring. From the tops of
the trees eagles, hawks and owls con
tribute piercing screeches to the con
tinuous din.—Outing.
Apprenticed For Life.
"Have you ever encountered the
child who in the matter of smart say
ings and straight truths is an absolute
terror to all with whom he may chance
to come into contact?" said an anxious
parent recently. "Because if not I
should like to introduce you to that boy
of mine."
"What has your boy done, then?" in
quired his friend.
"What has lie done?" said the parent.
"Why, he's always at it. Only this
morning he came to me and asked
what it meant to be apprenticed. I told
him that it meant the binding of one
person to another by agreement and
that one person so bound lind to teach
the other all he could of his trade or
profession, while the other had to
watch and learn how tilings were done
and had to make himself useful in
every way possible."
"Well, what then?"
"Why, after a few moments the
young rascal edged up to me and said,
'Then I suppose you're apprenticed to
ma, ain't you, dad?' "
The IlftKdnd Button.
A man recently returned from Tur
key in Asia was showing some sou
venirs of his trip. "There's one thing
I didn't bring back with me, and that's
a Bagdad button," he said. "I'm just
as well satisfied that I didn't too. A
Bagdad button? Well, I'll tell you
about it. Every person who goes to
Bagdad and stays there for six months
is afflicted with a peculiar boil that
leaves a scar about the size of a half
dollar. It may come on the face or on
some part of the body, but it is bound
to come if you stay there long enough.
I didn't. I got out Just as soon as I
could. Children who are born in Bag
dad always come into the world with
this mark, which is known as the Bag
dad button."—Philadelphia Record.
Mortifying Advice.
A federal officeholder tells of cam
paigning in Kentucky with another
stump speaker. The latter thought to
make a good impression In the famous
distillery town of Owensboro, and in
his speech there sounded the praises of
whisky. "Why, gentlemen," said he,
"I have noticed in my reading of his
tory and biography that all great men
drank liquor. I tell you, whisky makes
men smart."
"What's that?" said an old farmer
who was a noted teetotaler.
"Whisky makes men smart," reiter
ated the orator, "and I challenge de
nial."
"Then," said the farmer, "you'd bet
ter get a couple of barrels and begin on
it at once."
Enrly Marriage In China.
It is nothing rare in China for boys
twelve to fourteen years old to marry.
The physical, moral and intellectual de
velopment of the contracting parties
has nothing to do with the matter. Oth
er considerations entirely regulate the
affair. An old Chinese aphorism says
that the great business of life is ended
when the sons and daughters are mar
ried. The Chinese parents do not care
to run the danger of postponing the
marriage of their children, especially
of their sous, until after their own
death.
Dlln*t Seem Fanny.
Little Johnny—That young man who
cornea to see you must be pretty poor
company. He hasn't any sense of
humor.
Sister—Why do you think so?
Little Johnny—l told him all about
the funny wny you rush ahout and
bang doors when you got In a temper,
and he didn't lnugh n bit.
An Empty ANnnrance.
"lie says he'd share his last dollar
with me."
"Yes," said the man who looks at
things coldly, "but he is a man who
will take precious good care never to
get down to his last dollar."—Washing
ton Star.
The Rent Article.
Sillieus—Everybody says he is a
genius.
CynlcUß—Then I guess he might be.
It takes genius to convince other peo
ple that you are one.—Philadelphia
Record.
Horses are like eggs. It Is Impossible
to tell what's In them until they are
broken.
Dishonesty Is a forsaking of perma
nent for temporary advantage.—Bovee.
CHINESE MAGIC LANTERNt.
How Their Instrument* Differ From
Those In Uae In This Country.
The magic lantern, like porcelain,
gunpowder and printing, may have
been an invention of the Chinese. For
more than twenty centuries It has been
a staple amusement in the Celestial
empire and has been developed Into
many forms unknown to the Occident.
The Middle Kingdom, which has been
well termed Topsy Turvy Land, uses
the magic lantern in Just thwopposite
manner from what we do, having the
light and picture behind the screen,
the same as in our parlor amusement
of shadowgraphs. The commonest form
of the magic lantern in the extreme ori
ent is a large box supported on a tri
pod or four legged table. The box is
about 4 feet wide by 2 high, and its
front is made of ground glass, oiled
silk or oiled white paper.
Over the box is a light framework of
bamboo and cloth, which reaches to the
ground and conceals the operator from
the audience, but leaves the glass ex
posed to view. A powerful lamp in
front of a concave reflector throws a
strong light upon the glass or screen,
as the qise may be. The top of the box
and the sides are half open to permit
the introduction of small figures. This
arrangement gives four distinct classes
of instruments. With all four instru
ments the exhibitions are given in the
streets, squares and market places.
They draw audiences ranging from five
to thirty and give an entertainment of
from five to tifteen minutes in length.
Each spectator is supposed to contrib
ute 1 cash, or a twentieth of a cent,
when the hat is passed around. Gener
ous or enthusiastic patrons frequently
give from 10 to 15 cash, so that the av
erage performance nets the proprietor
about 2 cents. This seems ridiculous
to Americans, but In a land where an
ablebodied man can be hired for 5 cents
a day the owner of a successful magic
lantern is looked upon as a very well
to do individual.
The little plays which are written
about the magic iigures are as conven
tional as our own immortal Funch and
Judy. The "wicked tiger" depicts the
career of a dissolute animal who from
killing pigs, dogs and buffaloes finally
eats a beautiful maiden and is slain by
a Mongolian chief in full armor on
horseback. "The wicked wife" forms
a compact with the devil, squanders
her husband's substance In riotous liv
ing and, in the last scene, hangs her
self in a blaze of red fire, while the
evil one expresses wild Joy in extraor
dinary oriental gesticulations. "The
cruel magician," "the grateful dragon,"
"the fairy foxes" and other bits of
eustern folklore afford brief sketches,
which are as familiar ua household
words.—New York Fost.
To (>lve the Sack.
Two noblemen in the reign of Maxi
milian II.—15(14-1500—one a German,
the other a Spaniard, who had each
rendered a great service to the em
peror, asked the hand of his daughter
in marriage. Maximilian said that as
he esteemed them both alike it was im
possible to choose between them, and
therefore their own prowess must de
cide it; but, being unwilling, to risk the
loss of either by engaging them in
deadly combat, he ordered a large sack
to be brought and declared that he who
should put his rival into it should have
his fair Helena. And this whimsical
combat was actually performed in the
presence of the imperial court and
lasted an hour. The unhappy Spanish
nobleman was first overcome, and the
German succeeded in enveloping him
in the sack, took him upon his back
and laid Idm at the emperor's feet.
This comical combat is said to be the
origin of the phrase "give him the
sack," so common in the literature of
courting.
One Pliane of the Nile.
In the Shab Luka pass we have one
of the many instances in which the
Nile has hurled itself at an opposing
mountain barrier and cut its way
through. In fact, it often seems to se
lect these unpropitious places for its
course when on each side a few miles
away there is a tolerably level, unbro
ken expanse of desert. For ten miles
the river twists in and out before es
caping to the open once more. Its cur
rent is very rapid, making it well nigh
impassable at low water because of
the numerous rocks, but at the time of
my descent the summer flood was well
along, and all but a few of these bar
riers were hidden below the surface,
their presence being marked only by oc
casional eddies.—Century.
A Comfort Anyway.
"Speaking of grewsome remarks,''
said tin? ruddy old Scotch gentleman on
his way from the far west to revisit
Scotland for the first time in half a cen
tury, "there was an old lady friend of
mine in San Francisco who persisted
in looking upon this Journey of mine as
a madly adventurous tempting of Frov
idence. 'Yet there is one thing com
forts me, Uobert, my man,' she said.
'When one dies in voyaging nowadays,
they've such excellent facilities for
transporting the remaius!' "—New York
Telegram.
And That Ended Nora.
Mrs. Aufait Now, Nora, be very
careful of this cut glass punch bowl.
It cost a mint of money.
Nora—lndade, mum! Well, it's rale
tough. Sure an' I drapped it three
times a'ready an' niver fazed it—Life.
Hl* Query.
She-Do I really love you, Cholly?
Why, I'd sooner be miserable with you
than happy with some other fellow.
He—But are you sure you won't find
some other chnp that you'd sooner be
miserable with?— Puck.
When a woman loves a man to the
point of distraction, other women
abuse her for not having "more pride."
—Atchison Globe.