THE OWNERS OF THE DEEP.'
One shall hang to the Jolting helm
In the path of the blinding spray.
And he shall hark in the crushing dark
For the surf in the Open h iv ;
And he shall hold through sleet and
wind —
Muscle and heart of steel—
And take his trick on the seething
deck,
The guardsman at the wheel.
One shall ride in the racing ropes,
Glittering, thin and white.
And he shall cling to the reeling thing
That's drunk o the cup of night;
And he shall perch on the topmost
spar
In the face of the tempest fangs—* .
Watching afar, like a wakeful star #
Aloft the lookout hangs.
Not A Disfigurement.
By Martha Morris.
• 4 T to® delighted to see
I you, dear," exclaimed Violet
I Grant as she clasped her
J- cousin's hands In warm wel
come, "and of course you know that
It's to be quite the biggest ball of the
year-Jand really, dear, balls are quite
too delightfully new and fresh to me.
They hold some wonderful fascina
tion for me which It Is impossible to
explain."
"Yes, of course, I understand," re
turned Veronica, the blase city cousin,
and she let her big, blue, handsome
eyes travel leisurely over Violet, "you
are young and everything Is new to
you—glitters, as It were, but really
It seems scarcely credible that but a
few months ago you were In the land
of arithmetic and geography, and now
you are 'out' and quite the rage, I
hear."
Violet laughed lightly and her color
came and went quickly.
Great Indeed were the changes that
bad taken place "Just a few months
ago," for during that time Violet had
grown into an Immensely pretty and
graceful girl. There was a sweet,
refreshing simplicity, a charming win
someness of manner which the world
ly-wise Veronica foresaw would In
evitably prove fatal to mankind as
fc whole.
She frowned and Instinctively felt
that this Innocent young cousin of hers
might possibly prove to be a somewhat
dangerous rival. Only a year and a
half previously Veronica had scoffed
at the proposal of a penniless, though
exceedingly devoted, cavalier, and
haughtily refused to even "hear hlra
out," and had finally swept from his
presence with the regal air of a queen,
demanding that no further attempt
should be made to address her on that
subject.
But it is the unexpected that Inevit
ably happens, and'it certainly occurred
In this case, for through the sudden
death of a wealthy uncle, a "railway
ting," Dudley Maitland had succeeded
to that personage's vast possessions,
and Veronica, reading the turn events
had taken, resolved if possible to re
cover, by strategy. If by no other
means, the ground she had' lost.
Hence her visit to her nunt's country
house.
"You won't mind sharing my room,
will you, dear?" cried Violet, as the
little circle sat and chatted over their
afternoon cups of tea, "you see the
house Is literally packed, and "
"Oh, I shan't mind anything," re
plied Veronica, deliberately, "that Is,
provided I have a good time."
"Her beauty," said Veronica to her
self, "If I could only mar that, not per
manently, hut Just temporarily, to
prevent her from attending this hall.
What can—what can I do?"
She walked over to the looking-glass.
She surveyed the accessories on the
dressing-table. A little accident hap
pens so easily, she mentally concluded,
and she lifted her head with an air
of superiority and self-satlsfaetion
characteristic to her nature. And later
on, when Violet returned to her room
she was delighted to find her cousin
looking so fresh and radiant.
"What pretty lialr you have, child,"
remarked Veronica later.
Violet only laughed.
"Do you really think so? Mr. Malt
land often declares that It looks as if
I have been playing among the cur
rant bushes, but I think he likes it
Just the same," replied Violet, Inno
cently.
"Now, mine absolutely will not
wave," said Veronica, slowly, still re
garding her cousin—"of course, I
mean not without recourse to pins and
tongs, etc. Naturally curly hair Is In
deed something to be right down
thankful for."
"Is It, really?" asked Violet, laugh
ingly.
"It is." And then both cousins
lapsed Into silence.
Finally the time arrived for both
girls to retire for the purpose of lin
gering long over their respective toil
ets—a matter of utmost Importance.
Suddenly there was a lend shriek
of dismay and Violet's loveliness was
marred.
She dashed into her mother's room
with eyes blinded with scalding tears..
"hook! Oh, look!" she cried, scarce
ly knowing what she said. "I shan't
be able to go to the hall! Ob, and I'm
dying to go! Did you ever see such
a fright before? Veronica did it, but
It was quite an accident! Do not scold
her for it," seeing the look of dismay
on her mother's face, "she is as dis
tressed as I am. Oh, but It docs
seem hard; I shall be marked for
Weeks!"
"But, however did It happen, dear?"
asked Mrs. Grant, as soon as she
Was able to speak.
"The tongs, dear," replied Violet,
■till sobbing. "You see, she was doing
her hair and the hot tongs sprang
from her fingers and struck my face!
It was purely an accident, but I am
go sorry!"
"So am I, VI," returned the elder
Woman, "so am I."
Apparently Veronica was terribly
One shall walk the narrow bridge
To the song the breakers sing,
And he shall rule his kingdom stancfc
With the might of a sailor king;
He shall hold hie hand to her throbbing
heart
• Through the passionate hour of wreck,
And the toil and tears of the hurried
years,—
The man o' the quarter-deck.
These are the emperors of the waves
That slide through the breathless night,
They rule their own from a reeling throne
O'er shimmering fields of white;
They dare the death of the under-world
Where the souls of the sailors sleep.
They walk aa kings where the tempest
swings,—
The owners of the deep.
—Alden Charles Noble, in Lippmcott's. (
concerned, but all the sympathy and
suggested remedies were of no avail.
Nothing could possibly erase the ugly
scar from Violet's cheek, and finally
It was declared that slio must forego
the ball, great though the pain of
so doing would be,
"You can write Dudley a little note,
my dear," said liar mother, when she
and Violet were alone; "that will be
polltle and polite. You must not let
him think you rude, and you know
you promised him the waltzes. Poor
child! I'm so sorry!"
The respective vehicles accordingly
arrived, and as Veronica kissed her
cousin good night she had never looked
more radiantly lovely. Gems of won
derful brilliancy glittered In her hair,
on her neck and arms. Her dress
was of some rich, 89ft, clinging ma
terial and she carried herself like a
queen as she swept out of the room
where her cousin lay upon the bed be
moaning the irony of fate.
Allured by the appealing eyes and
coaxing words of his fair partner,
Dudley Maitland became the victim
of the moment, and It was not long
ere he was escorting her away from
the throng of merry dancers Into com
parative solitude.
"This is quite like old times," Veron
ica said as they entered the cool con
servatory and sat down.
"Not quite," returned Maitland,
somewhat absently. "Indeed, times
have changed considerably since we
last met."
This was a discordant note, and
Veronica did not feel quite at her ease.
"I'm so glnd you came to-night, Dud
ley," site said, as though lnvolutarily
breathing her thoughts alond.
Maitland raised his eyebrows slight
ly, but she failed to notice that dan.
ger signal.
"Why?" he asked, somewhat
brusquely.
"How strangely you speak,' she re
turned, nervously, "but do you really
care to know?"
"Naturally I am Interested."
Veronica toyed with the petals of a
rose-bud and her eyes were cast upon
the ground.
"Because I have wanted to see you,
to speak to you, to tell you how bit
terly sorry I am for my cruel words!
I think I must have been mad!" she
said softly. "I came hack to the draw
ingroom." she went on in the same
tone, while her eyes remained still
downcast, "hut you had gone, and I
have never known a happy moment
since!"
Now, had Veronica's conscience per
mitted lior to look, into the eyes of
the man at her side, with those won
derful liquid orbs of hers, it is pos
sible that the fascination of her gaze
might have blinded him to the false
ring of her words, hut, as It was, ho
felt neither pleasure nor flattered.
"I am sorry if you have been un
happy," he returned, lightly, "but In
these rapid times It does not do to
grieve over the dark and empty past."
"Not dark, nor empty," she said,
with mock tenderness and well affect
ed concern; "hut tell me. Dudley, have
you forgotten all the past?"
"All!" he repeated, suavely, "I sup
pose you mean the days when the
smiles were tor others and the frowns
for me. Bah! What a mad-headed
fool I must have been! But you taught
me a lesson, Veronica, and It was well
laid to heart."
"Do not speak of it,", she exclaimed
brokenly; "I have told you. Can
you still be so unforgiving?"
"There is nothing to forgive," he re
plied; "you certnluly seemed to pro-,
for ntiy society to mlhe In the old'
days of which you 6peak, and I
could never bear you malice on that
score."
"But, Dudley," she said, so softly
that her words were scarcely percept
ible. "I have suffered so, truly, I have
seen the error of my ways, the magni
tude of my terrible cruelty to you.
Come, say you forgive me, and let us
be friends again."
"No," he returned firmly, even fierce
ly, "that can never be, Veronica. You
must not forget that even the most
beautiful and accomplished woman
lias no right to play with a man's
heart as if It were a worthless toy
to he talceri' up or cast down at pleas
ure. And may I ask you to excuse
me now? I have an important en
gagement to attend to. Allow me,"
and pale and trembling in every limb,
Veronica once more entered the ball
room.
Violet had watched the several ve
hicles drive away with eager and tear
ful eyes. How she longed to be among
the merry throng! Finally she re
solved to drown her heartache in the
pages of a novel.
But she could not fix her mind, try
as she would; so toward midnight she
again took up her stand by the win
dow and looked out Into the dark and
starless night. Presently she turned,
for she fancied she heard a footfall.
"Why, Dudley," she almost shrieked,
"you here! Whatever brings you at
this hour, when you ought to be doing
duty to the people In general?"
"I wanted you," he replied tender
ly, "and you aro more to mo than all
the people In the world."
"But look at me," she said, shyly;
"I do believe I am disfigured for life.
Do you not think so?"
And for an answer she was clasped
in a warm embrace and kisses were
showered upon her. And later, when
Mnitland left lier, there was a new
and even softer expression In her eye*
a brighter and more winsome expres
sion about her inouth. Her he* -l was
happy, and she went up the eld oaken
staircase humming the air of an old
love song.
"Have you enjoyed yourself, Veron
ica, dear?" exclaimed a voice, and a
curly head appeared above the bed
clothes.
Veronica was silent for a time, her
heart beat too fast.
"There was no one In particular that
I wished to see," she replied, finally.
"Dudley Maitland was thero, hut he
was Infinitely disagreeable, and eventu
ally made himself conspicuous by his
absence."
Violet's face became dyed with
blushes.
"Veronica," she half whispered, "he
camo here. Ho asked me to marry
hi in, and "
"Askedyou to marry him?" repeated
her cousin, Incredulously; "I suppose
you said yes."
"I did, dear. He saw this terrible
scar but he does not mind it In the
least, so he told me. So you see, dear,
you were the means of bringing us
together after all."—Chicago Tribuno.
Ghosts With No Originality.
When you have read one of these
stories you have read them all. . Al
though the behavior of ghosts may ap
pear eccentric when judged by the
standard of conduct prevailing among
the living, their habits aro, in fact,
most regular, they seem to possess the
little character of originality, and prob
ably thela ideas are very limited. Borne
of them walk along tho passage or up
the stairs; others knock on the walls
or furniture, ring hells, slam doors or
break crockery; now -11(1 then you
eome across one who shrieks; and
there seem to he a few specimens who
appear (and disappear). Bnt their fac
ulties do not go beyond this. A very
remarkable proof of their limitations
or their slavish adherence to tradition,
is that, though I have before me at
the present moment a dozen authen
ticated ghosts who have been heard
walking upstairs, there seems to be no
case on record in which a ghost has
been heard walking down. Why any
body shield think It worth while to
chronicle the movements of such unin.
terestlng creatures, I cannot under
stand. An account of the day's do
ings of a flock of sheep would lie
very much more exciting.—London
Truth.
Only a Doc.
In Kalnmn, Wash., there lives a largo
bird dog, who certainly follows out a
line of reasoning, which in its policy
and knowledge of human nature would
reflect credit on any human philoso
pher.
Singling out the stranger in the town,
he follows him, respectfully, but per
sistently, until the person followed
stops to remonstrate with him on his
attentions. Ho (the stranger) is con
fronted by an earnest dog face, with
eager, brown eyes, which try hard to
convey their owner's wishes, while a
plumy tail wags most persuasively.
Some person who knows the dog and
his "little game" is usually near to give
an explanation, and the person so ap
pealed to instantly "digs up" a nickel,
which is most gratefully accepted, and
ho may follow tho canine highwayman
to the nearest meat shop, where, grave
ly depositing his nickel on the counter,
lie receives a live-cent soup bone, and
trots out. The queer part I*. he never
asks a resident of Kahuna, but singles
out the stranger, invariably! And he
never asks the same person twice. Talk
about human and brute intelligence!
Where Is the dividing line?— The New-
Century.
The Inspection Rlevnto*
"Tlie way things aro going now,"
said an architect who stood watching a
gang of masons and miscellaneous
workmen employed on a big building
of bis own design, "I shall not be at
all surprised If the time comes when
the elevators in skyscrapers will bo sot
running up and down through the air
by some ingenious device, and the
buildings with dismally yawning doors
elevators. No sooner is the skeleton
of a new building in place nowadays
than the elevator becomes an im
portant part of tho structure, aud many
bluldings with dismally yawning doors
and windows and apparently insecure
walls, display prominently the sign,
'Elevator Now Running.' That does
not mean a freight elevator, either, hut
a lift for the accommodation of passen
gers who have an eye on the building
as a possible future location and wish
to pick out desirable quarters in good
time and have them partitioned off to
order."—New York Times.
A Romantic Spot,
County Surveyor Ike Hendron spent
several days of the past week survey
ing on Bocky Run. He tells us that
one who lives in a busy mart like Har
rodsburg would hardly believe that a
spot so wild and romantic could be
found within eight miles of the town.
He informs us that near the centre of
this territory is an imitation Niagara, a
cataract with a waterfall of sfxty-iive
feet, at the base of which is a pool of
crystal water in which the minnows
play all day long and from which tho
sparkling bubbles start singing and
dancing along on their way down to
the old Kentucky lUrer, a mite away.
He says that he does not believe that
five people in Mercer County ever
viewed this idyllic spot,—Harrodsburg
(Ky,) Herald.
THE EMPEROR OF ETHIOPIA.
That Is Menellk's Title, and lie Is a De
scendant of Solomon,
And who is the Emperor of Ethiopia?
Those who happen to know may con
sider it an absurdly easy question to
answer. But such is the ignorance of
things most necessary to know in
which our people are sunk, that only a
few are a-ware that Menetlk 11. of
Abysßinin has bofne that title since
1881).. He nsed to be called the negus,
his full title being negus negasti, mean
ing king of kings. The Abyssinian
monarch Übed to be a mere King of
Choa. But now he rules the united
kingdoms of Choa, Godjnm, DJlmina,
Kaffk and Wntumo, with some other
provinces. Consequently ho is an em
peror.
Ancient blood is expected in an em
peror, and it is remarkable tlmt he of
Abyssinia, the most obscure of 1 the Im
perial band, is of tbe oldest-stock of all.
At least that Is his claim. AUu, his
father, eame of the old royal family of
Ethiopia that traced fts descent to
Menellk L, son of Solomon by the
Queon. of Shcba. Allu was eldest son
of a great chief named Sella-Selassle,
tinder "whom the kingdom of Choa at
tained to its highest pitch of power.
Now Sella-Selnssie's own namo tad
fiprmerly been Menclik, but he had
been warned by a mpnk to change It
otherwise he would suffer great misfor
tune. He should, however, said the
monk, call the son of hla first horn by
lite name of Menetlk, trad the child so
christened would one day be the con
queror •< all Etlilspla and the greatest
of her rulers glnoe the days of Menetlk
I. son of Solomon. As soon, therefore,
ag the grandson was born he wns
named Mooelilc. The really curious
thing about this story is that it was
certainly told and retailed by an Italian
traveler some years before Menellk
"conquered Ethiopia" and consolidated
hie realms-London News.
Franco and tbe Peanut.
Can It be that the hot roasted pea
nut Is destined to be to Prance what
the baked bean Is to Boston? Strange
things have been unearthed by the
Stole Department, but none stranger
than that the Yankee's pet fruit Is
rapidly becoming the Frenchman's per
petual delight.
The American "goober" has already
Stormed the French vaudeville theatres
and opera bouses, and the latest ad
vtees declare that it Is successfully
Holding tfie fort against all comers.
The floors of popular restaurants are
carpeted with the shells, and. the walks
In the public grounds are speckled with
the Bhucks.
Marseilles alone consumed 10,000
bags of the American dainty and loud
ly called for more. The merry note of
the roaster's whistle Is heard on the
street corner, and every day Is circus
day over there.
It seems, however, that a plebeian
product from Africa Is having the
audacity to question America's su
premacy as the peanut country of the
world. It Is cheap, this African pea
nut, and on that score It appeals to a
frugal aiid indiscrimlnating public.
But cultivated taste declares unre
servedly for the American nut, re
gardless of expense. Score another trl
urnph for our glorious Institutional—
New York News.
The Penny Sit Up:
V,'e nre ahead of London in some
things, far behind in others. A young
artist, who styles himself a "nature
student," made a study of the slums of
London while abroad recently and
spent a nigjit in what is known as the
"Penny Sit-Up." Ills description Is
vividly pathetic. This Institution Is for
men only. It consists mainly of a large
Rlied, with row after row of benches
having high backs. The inmates pay a
penny each, for which sum they have
the privilege of sitting up nil night and
sleeping with their heads resting on
their folded arms, which are supported
In turn by tile backs of the benches in
front of them. At midnight the place
Is crowded almost to suffocation. Each
sitter is allowed sixteen indies cf
bench. It must indeed be horrible to
sleep in that posture night after night.
I do not see how one could obtain any
actual rest or relaxation. As a matter
of fact, there can be no rest without
relaxation. Many persons have a heart
affection that would surely kill them
if they slept in an upright pbsition,
while others suffer from'shortness of
breath whenever, they lie dbwn. It Is a
queer old humanity.—New York Press.
Found Hiiii Out.
"Mind, I was In a strange'town, deal
ing with a strange man, and I tried
not to act strange, and still the fellow
found me out," said the newly married
man. "My Intended wife and I had a
sentiment about spending our wedding
night in our own home. The honey
moon trip was not to begin, till the fol
lowing morning. That required laylug
in a stock of provisions for breakfast.
"On the morning of the wedding day
I called at the nearest grocery store
and ordered a supply. There was but
ter and salt and eggs and sugar and
—well, everybody knows the string!
Understand, I did everything a bride
groom Is not expected to do to throw
the fellow off the track. I ordered
things offhand, not from a fool slip of
papoiv hut from memory. I talked to
the pretty cashier and ate an apple
out of a barrel as If I had been borti In
the place, like the store cat. Every,
thing conceivable I did and thoughl
I had the grocer completely fooled
when, on handing me the packages, he
said: ,
"Well, sir, I hope you'll give us your
trade when you get settled."—New
York Times.
Bejond Our VUlon.
If a- hull may he permitted: There
are many beautiful things In life that
we never see until they are out of sight;
—New York News.
THE FAIRY'S GIFT.
The butterflies in cloth of gold arrayed
i Were once as white as snow;
By magic was the transformation made
j Long centuries ago.
The fairy queen, whose jeweled cloak and
crown
' Were dim beside her eyes,
One summer's day her chariot car drove
I down
Whose steeds were butterflies.
. "Ob, blossoms pals," inquired the grateful
queen,
! "What can Ido for you?
Would you be like the rose on yonder
j green,
Or like the violet blue?"
"Oh, make us like your yellow locks," they
said,
' And blushed at speech so bold.
' The fairy stooped and kissed them where
they swayed,
And lo! they all were gold!
—Detroit Free Press.
A TELEPHONE.
Tou will need two pieces of strong,
thin paper (parchment is just the
thing), enough cardboard to make two
hollow cylinders ahout three by four
< -- /Q ///Ctf£S- >
CARD BOARD i
•
Inches in size, and some string. Now
cut two pieces of cardboard ten by four
Inches, and roll them to make the cyl
inders. Wet the paper and stretch a
AM Bab a Puzzle.
Ali Buba's ivlfe Is measuring the gold. Find Cassim and the captain of
the thieves.
piece over one end of each cylinder and
tie it. When the paper dries make a
little hole in the centre and run a
piece of heavy thread through. Tie
a knot in the end of the thread that is
inside the cylihder and pull the other
end is against the inside of paper. Now
tie OIK! end of the string to one thread
and the other end to the other thread.
If you will keep the string tight with
out letting it touch anything you
should have no difficulty in speaking
through the 'phone a distance of 150
feet—Washington Star.
now THE CAPTIVES SLEEP.
The writer, who received permission
to visit the Central Park Zoo late at
night in order to note the different
positions in which animals and birds
rest, observed some curious things.
To one fond of natural history such a
visit is most interesting.
In the lion house the lioness was ly
ing on her left side at full length, while
the lion, couchant, rested his head, on
his crossed forepaws, his hind legs be
ing half drawn under him, and the
tail curled in toward the body.
The pumas, tigers and leopards were
all resting on their sides, in nearly ev
ery case lying on the right side. The
hyenas—pariahs and scavengers of the
forest—rested with their hind legs
drawn under them, the forelegs
stretched out, with heads slightly bent
to the right. Nearby the two-horned
rhinoceros was lying at full length on
his left side, gently snoring. The hip
potami showed only their heads and
backs above the water.
No longer looking for peanuts, the
elephants lay stretched out on the
floor, their huge legs lying out at full
length and the trunk curved under the
body. They were all resting on their
right side. Close by, in the deer house,
the different deer had all crouched low
for their rest, with forelegs bent under
them and the hind ones drawn up,
while the head was turned to the right
and rested on the side of the body.
The oryx, with its long horns, vriH
resting with its head away from the*
body, the horns making an arch over
the shoulders. The alpaca simplß
looked like a large ball of black wpoL
The camels lay on their stomachs,-
with their fore and hind legs bent
under them, while their heads and
necks wore stretched straight out.
The monkeys were squatting about
their cages, their heads bowed down
over their chests, the arms resting oa
the thighs of the hind ones. A baby,
monkey was sleeping cuddled up in the
arms of its mother, its little eyes peeqf
ing out inquisitively at the midnight*
visitors. In the smaller animal house,
given up almost entirely to civet cats,
'possums and such like, every animal
had curled itself up into the smallest
possible space, burying the nose under
the stomach, with all the paws drawn
up close to the body. The bears were
resting in various positions, some lying
out at full length, others curled up.
The two polar bearß were huddled up
in a heap, witli their noses buried deep
in their white fur, and forepaws
crossed over the eyes.
The Hamas, zebus and American buf,
falo were resting as cows rest, with
their forelegs drawn under them and
their hind ones drawn in. The porcu
pine was lying on its stomach, its head
bent to the left, with the quills stand
ing out in every direction. The emu
was resting with the first joints of
legs on the ground, the body a shorj\
distance above, and its head buried
in the plumes. ■
Most of the birds were resting on
their perches, their legs bent under
them, and their heads tucked under H
wing—in every case the right one. The
parrots had only drawn their necks in,
while the pelicans slept squatting on
the ground, their heads drawn well
back, and their ponderous bills resting
on their breasts.—Forest and Stream. (
A HAIRPIN WATER MILL.
Fasten two hairpins together with a
little wnr-or by tying at several points
with thread so that they look like one
broad hairpin with a groove running
along it. Bend the ends of the com
pound hairpin at right angles, hut in
opposite directions, so that as the pin
lies on the table one end points up and
the other down. Spread the legs of
the pin and balance 1t on the point of a
lead pencil stuck on a saucer with war.
The groove between the individual pins
makes it easy to balance the apparatus
and also affords a channel for a few
drops of water which you will pour
gently on the top with a spoon. The
water follows the bent ends and es
capes as two horizontal jets In opposite
directions, while the little mill turns
swiftly on Its pivot, the motion of each
end being opposite to that of the Jet on J
that side. The motion may he kept up
Indefinitely by adding a drop or two of
water whenever the mill slows up.—
New York World.
Malta's Dense Population.
Malta is the most thickly populated
Island In the world. It has 1300 people
to the square mile. Barbadoes has 1054
people to the square mile.