Evening Star Newspaper, September 14, 1889, Page 10

10 Written for Tax Eveyrve Stan. SHELLS AND SCULLS. John Teemer Describes the Progress Made in the Art of Rowing. THE EVOLUTION OF THE OAR—RADICAL CHANGES IN THE METHODS OF TRAINING—THE ACTION OF THE HEART AND LUNGS IN A BOAT BACE— STEADY EXERCISE AND PLENTY TO EAT. (Copyright, 1889.) Rowing has its ups and downs like every @ther athletic sport in society fashion. The men who know this best are the professional oarsmen who one season are heroes wherever they go and make money hand over fist and another are scarcely recognized outside of aquatic circles and earn only enough cash to keep body and soul together. At present it is in high feather. All over the country boat clubs and college navies are practicing, com- Peting and exhibiting. and in every case draw Great crowds and elicit any amount of enthusiasm. The interest is on the in- crease on account of the fierce rivalry between our leading universities. Columbia, Harvard, Yale, Princeton, Pennsylvania, Cor- nell and Michigan have each one of them navies of which they can be proud and which, in sea- son and out, do work of the best class. Even the smaller institutions of learning, like Brown, Amherst, Williams, Dartmouth, Lehigh, Union and Toronto, have excellent organizations, whose members. both as individuals and crews, will compare tavorably with those of the larger and richer colleges. When it is remembered that these great schools have on their rolls over eight thousand names and close on to a hundred thousand alumni, it is easily seen how large an interest is centered in rowing events, JOHN TREMER. Besides this, and to my mind of greater im- eae is the r: sing number of oat clubs in every p : n. Gowhere you pl and in ev B ‘ou will find a ¢lub. and generally a good one. Even in such a small city as Montpelier, Vt.. there is a first- class organization which practices every day upon that badly-named but beautifal ‘river, the Onion. So. along the Long Island sound and the Hudson river there appears to be a elub house every ten miles, and the traveler along the Harlem river and around the beauti- fal shores of Staten Island will be amazed at the Bumber and at the e: ppointments of the club houses that arc y the score. Ihave never heard how mauy there are, but judging from what I have seen and know I should say that there were at least four thou- sand boat clubs in the United States, with a membership of over half a million young men, hese figures may seem large, but when you think of such affairs as the New York athletic elub. the Atalanta and Manhattan athletic club, the New Jersey, Williamsburg, Brooklyn and Staten Island organizations, each one of which Musters a full regiment. the numbers seem understated rather than otherwise. Why. there are successful clubs on such litttle lakes as Greenwood aud Ronkon Koma, and in such little towns as Bristol, R. L, and Sheepshead Bay in New York. 18 THERE AN IMPROVEMENT IN ROWING? Of course there is and in every respect. Everything connected with aquatics has under- Gone the same change for the better, as has everything in all the other fields of life. The | ©ars or sculls. in the first pl iner and More efficient today than ever before. The substitution of the spoon for the flat blade of the past was a vast improvement. Of almost equal importance have been the unnoticed alterations made in the shape and finish of the handle, in the lightening of the oar asa whole, in the curvature and outline of the blade and even in the selection and treatment of the wood from which it is made. The modern seuil is hghter. stronger, handsomer and more effective than any past model known. ‘There is THE SAME DEVELOPMENT IN BOATS. Whether madeof cedar or paper, they are finer and lighter than ever before and their lines have less resistance and friction. Patent bracing, patent outriggers, patent sliding seats, patent foot ‘ut-waters and Patent diagonals tell the story of how much thought and inventive genius have been de- Voted to the rower's art and of how much pro- ess has been the result. One consequence been the shortening of the time in every event. All records, when examined, turn out to be of recent date and coincide with the in- troduction and use of the inventions mentioned. Many of the great oarsmen of thirty years ago Were better men than some of the champions of today and could have beaten them on even terms. But the improvements I have referred to have given the latter a great advantage and enabled them to eclipse the former in every feat from “‘singles” to “eights.” OLD TRAINING METHODS. There has been a huge improvement in training methods, thanks to our doctors and experts. It is more like some Chinese school of uy ‘al treatment than anything else to read how oarsmen were put into condition in the old days. They took salts and senna, sulphur and Magnesia, cathartic pills and blue mass until the wonder is that they did not die from excessive drugging. Then there was at that time a holy horror against fat, and the luckless oarstman had to wear “sweaters,” which are the thickest jerseys thas can be knitted out of woolen yarn, heavy overcoats.twoand three suits of clothes. thick shoes and stockings. and some- times even comforters and tippets, in order to produce copious perspiration and melt the fat through the pores. Beyond this there were all sorts of useless exercise. Dumb bells and Indwn clubs, lifting heavy weights and shaking Unwicldy bars were a small part of the training which @ man in training had to undergo, DIETING WAS ANOTHER FEATURE. The candidate was uot aliowed tosmoke or drink and was restricted to a bill of fare from which sugar, fate, starch, many meats, ali pastry, confections and tmeats were rig- orously excluded. The of this treatment was disastrous in any nw r of cases. It Weakened the man at his strongest points and fess strains upon other parts of his iy. ‘There isno doubt that the famous seullet Brown came to an untimely end from the unnecessary strain upon his heart pro- duced by this method of traiumg. It had one humorous phase, however, in producing boils all over the body of the rower, aud expecially where le came in contact with the seat. On One occasion three of the famous Columbia college crew of 1575 were troubled in this way and fortwo weeks were unable to sit down, @nd in fact to hardly move, The same trouble occurred to great crews of Harvard and Yale ip this country, and to Oxford and Cambridge in England. This style, Lam glad to say, is Bow out of vogue not only in aquatics but in every form of athletic exercise. People know more about the laws of health and strength and apply their knowledge ina very sensible and satisfactory manner. THE PRESENT STYLE OF TRAINING is simplicity itself. Its first priuciple is the avoidance of any shock to the body. The smoker is not compelled to give up tobacco and so suffer indescribable nervous pain, but merely to moderate and limit his use of the weed. The drinker is treated similarly and is allowed his bottle of Buss, bis claret or Rein Wine with his meals. ‘The regular course of wature is followed as far as possible. The athlete must go to bed and get up early. He must take long waiks and runs, eat well and eat everything he desires that is not intrin- sically unwholesome. He must bathe, so as to keep the skin clean and allow the pores und | sme to do their bestwork. In his exercise lust pay particular attention to the organs upon which his success depends, These are not so much the great muscles, as is commonl: believed, but . THE LUNGS AND HEART. When these are in bad form the oarsman, a minute after he has started, is in distress. The Jungs are moving faster and the heart is over- wwered with blood. The result is that the le es surcharged and the man sees indistinctly, the breathing becomes hot, fast, irregular and then painful and, finally, the muscles refuse to do their proper work. To put these organs into good shape all that is mecessary is to use those forms of exerci which call hor most = ye Running, sying foot |, jumping ipping rope, = swimming, sparring, fencing °r4 “be THE EVENING like are invaluable in this respect. As to re- ducing weight, there is no need for heroic measures, The Schweninger system of drinking as little as me ible and the Banting, of confining one’s self to a diet of lean meat and acid or sub-acid tables, exercise, warm bathing and 1 hours are the chief means upon which the modern trainer relies, But above all he en- deavors to avoid weakening the igen by too mach or too intense training. Itis far better for a man to be a trifle too ‘bee*y’ than to be overtrained. I may say in this connection that there is a curious fact which has long been known to all oarsmen, but is almost unknown to the general public. This is that whe man’s waist hollows in his staying powers are nearly always poor. but when his waist curves out he is all right, Any training which changes a fellow’s condition from the latter to the former is therefore very objectionable, HARD AT WORK. This is the reason why oarsmen are so much healthier than they used to be. They are also better appreciated in every respect. On the stage Geo. Hosmer has been a drawing star for two seasons now and promises to remain so as long as he stays upon the boards. Courtney and a dozen others earn large sums of mouey in coaching college crews and ambitious man- agers, Then here and there in summer resorts by lake, river or arm of the sea are energetic hotel keepers who employ professional ours- men to give regattas and exhibition rowing or to take care of the boats and guests of the hotel. This latter practice is far more common in the west than in the east. The salaries paid in all cases are very handsome and the sculler is put on a par with the musicians. actors and other entertainers who every summer visit our watering places, ADVANTAGES OF ROWING. Rowing is a charming accomplishment on the one hand and a necessity on the other. Every child should be taught how to handle the oars and manage aboat. There is no knowing when that knowledge will be of the greatest value Besides this, it is of the highest benefit to the health, Judge Joseph F. Barnard of the New York supreme court has been upon that bench for more than twenty years and has probably lost less time during that period from_ sickness than any other justice in the state. The secret of his health lies in the fact that for at least thirty years he has used a ‘single’ every day when he has had the opportunity. His boat, as he makes it spin upon the Hudson, near his home at Poughkeepsie, is probably the must familiar object upon those waters. Americans do not appreciate the high per- fection to which oarsmenship has been brought in this country. No other nation can show such aroll as Hanlan, O'Connor. Lee, Ross, Cour t- ney, Gaudaur, Hamm, Pilkington, Hosmer and Plaisted. They have gone to every land to meet rivals and have couquered fifty times where they have lost once. On the other hand, how many foreign oarsmen have ever come to the United States? Just as we have excelled in almost every other field to which we have given our attention so we have in aquatics, Our yack: e the swiftest and the safest, and our oarsmen the finest and the best. Jousx Teemer soe AT MIDNIGHT. The Trouble Two Pounds of Them Got a Wash ton Man Into. It was with no small degree of trepidation that a certain Washington gentleman, of steady habits ordinarily, betook himself homeward from a little poker party at about 12 o'clock the other night. The same thing had happened ouly the week before on two occasions, and his outraged better half had frankly declared her intention to raise a rumpus if the offense was repeated. So, feeling “in for it,” so to speak, riminal eazerly seized the happy thought of providing himself with an apology for his misdeeds in the shape of two pounds of choco- late caramels, which he bought on his way home at a candy shop that was just closing. Con fid- ing, then, in his wife’s extreme fondness for this delicacy, he ascended his gown steps at length with reasonable courage. Only when he diseovered that his latch-key was not in any of his pockets did he feel sad once more. For it .6 one thing to sneak into the conjugal bed room quietly with shoes in L other to confront a newl: ‘ened spouse at the front door. But there was no choice pos- sible in this instance, and 60 the wicked one, after vainly trying the accessible shutters, be- gan to ring, and then to bang. until 15 minutes of such attempts had vainly passed. The case seemed desperate, and so at last he hit upon a desperate expedient. The caramels were at hand, and of these he determined to expend a few in trying to arouse his wife by throwing them against her windows in the second-story front. Alas! she slept soundly; and he found that even the rattle made by balf a dozen thrown at a time failed ot tedly of result. It Was not until the last one had actually been ex- pended that the sash above was opened anda well-known voice inquired if it was he. He said it was, and bis relief at gaining admittance was scarcely less than his surprise at hearing not a word of reproach from the mistress of his bosom. ‘The next morning, however, saw his fate pre- cipitaed. His small son, a youth of five brief simmers, came in to breakfast with his chubb; fists fuil of caramels, which he had been col lecting industriously from the street and side- he said. “It's been rainin’ candies in the nightand I picked upa lot in front of our house.” The lady examined the miraculous dainties with surprise. Then, looking up at her hus- band without a word of interrogation, she per- ceived an unmistakably guilty look upon his countenance. “Very extraordinary, Ym sure,” he said, hoarsely, “I should think so,” she replied, a light sud- denly dawning upon her. So the rattle on my windows that awakened me last night was made by the caramels you threw?" “Yes, my dear. I thought you might like some caramels and so 1 bolght two pounds for you, “And this is the way I get them!” she ex- claimed. “You stay out till all hours in the morning with a ‘ot of good-for-nothing men, drinking and gambling, I suppose, and then you come home and throw my caramels around he street. You're a brute! Boo-hoo, boo- 00! And she wept until he entered into a formal contract not to say out after 10 o'clock at night for » month, with a clause added guaran- teeing her one pound of caramels per diem during the entire thirty days. So there is peace and harmony in that family fo- the next four weeks, atall events, And as for the candies found in the street by the small boy, be ate them allat asingle go, and had such a bad pxin in consequence that it took half a bottle of Jamaica ginger tocure kim, soo The Effects of Tight Clothing. From the Lanest. Now that rational ideas as to dress have ao- quired « definite place in public esteem, it may be imagined that the practice of tight lacing and cus.oms of « like nature, if known at all, are not what they used to be, A case of sudden death lately reported from Birmingham proves that it is still too early to indulge in such illu- sory ideas. The deceased, a servant girl of ex- citable temperament, died suddenly in an epi- leptoid fit, and the evidence given before the coroner respecting her death attributed the fatal issue to oy 5 xia, due in a great measure to the fact that both neck and waist were un- naturally constricted by her clothing, the for- mer by a tight coliar, the latter by a belt worn under the stays. We have here certainly those very conditions which would lead us to expect the worst possible consequences from a con- vulsive seizure. There is no organ of the body whose free movement is at such times more important than the heart. Yet here we find, on the one hand, its move- ments "hampered by a ’ tight girdle so placed that it could with difficulty be un- doue at a critical moment; on the other a con- trivance admirably adapted to allow the pas- sage of blood to the brain, while impeding its return. This ts no isolated case as regards its essential character, though, happily, somewhat singular in its termination. Minor degrees of asphyxiation, we fear, are still submitted to by a good many self-torturing children of vanity, The tight corset and the high heel still work mischief on the bodies of their devoted wear- ers. Taste and reason, indeed, combine to dep- recate their injurious and vulgar bondage, by no means unsuccessfully, Still the evil main- tains itself. Cases like that above mentioned ought to, if they do not, open the eyes of some self worshipers of the other sex who heed- lessly strive by such Means to oxcel in a sickly grace. We would strongly impress on all of this class the fact that beauty is impossible without health, and would advise them, in name of taste as well as com to avoid those methods of contortion, one all, by which elegance is only caricatured and health may be painfully and permanently injured, STAR: WASHINGTON, LUNCH ON THE CURBSTONE. Dining Reduced to First Principles on Pennsylvania Avenue. “George Washington Johnsing. youse a no- account niggah! Yo' credit am busted up wid dis hyah institooshun. Tree weeks you've been runnin’ a bo'd bill for lunches at my basket, on cheek an’ widout puttin’ up a nickle, an’ just now I seen you buyin’ a pie off of Nancy Snowball fer spot cash. Dat’s no way ter do business. Youse a heap quicker wid er knife an’ fork dan Wid er pick an’ shovel, an’ Ise got a mighty long string er figgers agin yo'name, Yo'd better settle Sat'd'y, or I'l speak to de boss, He won't lemme be cheated by any black trash wid squash pie on his whisker,” And as she spoke the old colored woman spread out a big account book on the Pennsyl- Vania avenue curbstone alongside of her and called attention to an undecipherable maze of figures at page No. 34. Besides Mr. Johnsing, whose credit was so painfully imperilled, three or four other laboring men, enjoying their noon hour of leisure, were gathered curiously around, munching various edibles, “De trouble wid you, Massa Johnsing,” con- tinued the woman with the basket, emphasiz- ing her remarks by waving a long-handled spoon, “is dat you is altogedder too much of an—an Ipecac.” She hesitated a moment at the word, and then continued; ‘Nothin’ less’n salt pork, biled cabbage an’ such dainty dishes am good ‘nuff fer you, an’ you must hab um ebery day One doilah ‘an’ eighty-sebben cents you owe, includin’ pies fer dessert, Pies!—fer a niggah dat can’t pay his debts! G’way from me! “GIMME DUMP.” The bankrupt epicure slunk off sheepishly as an old fellow with a kinky gray pate came up and, picking up one of a little pile of tin plates that stood by the gutter side, uffered it to the woman. saying simply as he did so, “Gimme dump!* ‘The woman opened her basket and fished out from a tin pail a huge apple dumpling. This she put on the plate, together with a knife and three-tined tork, and handed the plate back to the customer, who moved one side to make room for another applicant The latter was a young darkey with an expansive smile and a sait of clothes several sizes to big for him. He waited until a hieroglyph representing the dumpling just bought had been entered in the faded Look and then demanded pork and cab- age. **How much?” inquired the old woman, with knife and fork suspended, ‘The young darkey replied that he would go ten cents’ worth, and a corresponding amount of very uninviting-looking salt pork was care- fully sliced off the hunk in the basket, A lib- eral portion of cabbage was added to this, and five biscuits also, all for ten cents, which this cash purchaser promptly handed over. Among the things which the old woman sold to other customers along the curbstone were baked potatoes, Irish and sweet, whole pies of fair size for five cents, and meat stew. A STAR reporter asked her if she found the business profitable, “I gits a libbin’, sah,” shesaid. ‘“Dat’s'bout all. -I cooks de vittles’ ebery day at home, an’ fetch um wherever de men is wukkin’. Dere is too many women in de same business to mek it pay bery big. all wuks on our own hook, an’ I guess dere ain't nuff diffunce in de cook- in’ ter mek more trade fer one dan anudder. Sometimes we have beef ‘stead er pork; but pork is cheap, an’ de men likes it.” COUNTRY CUSTOMERS. “But why don’t the men bring their own lunches from home?” “Why, suh, dese men dat buy lunch from de basket women lib ober in Virginny an’ Mary- lan’. Dey don't b’long in Washington, but come to de city when dey kin git er job o' wuk an’ stay wid friends or sleep ‘round. Contrac- tors ‘il hire a country nigger quicker'n a city one, "kase he’s apt to be be stiddier an’ soberer. So dere’s mos’ allus plenty ob ‘em in town, an’ dey is our principul customers. Once in er while I gits cheated, but not offen; tor de boss will make um pay up, an’ I hab um all down in my ‘count book. De men nebber hab money ‘cept Sat’dys, an’ so hab ter trus’ um by de week. ———_——__— A RACE FOR A KENTUCKY GIRL. Bicycle Against Buckboard—Lover on One and Father on the Other. An Albany, Ky., dispatch to the New York Sun says: Old Farmer Jacob Rust lives about four miles north of this town, has a good moun- tain farm and is very well to do ma rough and thinly-peopled region, where a man with | $10,000 is considered rich. Mr. Rust has sev- eral daughters, and Ellen, the oldest, was the handsomest of them all. A young man named Heury Courts from Ohio, whose parents had gone there from this county, has been spending the summer among his relations at Albany. Courts brought with him a bicycle. It was the first in Clinton county and, as in the case of Katisha's elbow, people came miles to see it. Courts was an expert rider and frequently dis- played his bicycleship before the eyes of the admiring mountaincers, He was kind enongh to allow a number of the young men to try his “velocipede,” as it was called in Albany, but their bruised faces and sore joints soon made them very shy of the machine, Courts fell in love with young Ellen Rust, He pressed his courtship ‘and was accepted. Farmer Rust was opposed. He objected to Courts because as far us the farmer's kuowl- edge went he did not have what is technically known as any visible means of subsistence, or, as Mr. Rust termed it, “he was ‘a lazy good-for-nothin’ who had nothin’ to do but go galloping around the hills on two wheels.” Courts as- sured him that he had a good business and fine prospects in Ohio, and it has since trans- pired that his statement was true, but the farmer did not believe him. Henry and Ellen waited. Ellen was of legal age, and they could have easily eloped, but they did not wish to do that. They wanted the old man's consent to the wedding. The bicycle eared to be Mr. Rust’s chief objection. He did not believe in it, “My gal,” eaid he, “shan’t marry any fellow who fools away his time on such a derned thing as that. Why, he might break his neck any day, and then I'd have his widder to take care of.’ Idon't want for a son-in-law any man who rides on a velocipede. If he hada horse or a buckboard it would be all right. Henry would not put away his beloved ma- chine. He loved that next to Ellen and bh meant to have them both. On Monday Ellen was visiting in town at the home of a relation and Henry went to see her. They were getting angry at the old man’s obduracy. “I will ride right out now, see him and ask him again for your hand,” said Henry, “and if he doesn’t consent I'll come back and we will get married anyhow. You are of legal age and we can have the ceremony gecteaaee here in town,” Ellen agreed, Henry mounted his bicycle und started for Mr. Rust’s place. The old man had just come in from a short journey and his horse and buckboard were at the yurd gate. ‘The young man made known his errand. “I told you once before that you could not marry her,” said Mr. Rust. “Well, L am going to marry her anyhow,’ replied Courts. “She is in town now. I am going back there and in less than an hour she will be my wife.” “Then you will have to beat me to town,” said Mr. Rust, “and [ don't think any velocipede can get ahead of my old mare and the buckboard. if you get there ahead of me I guess you can have the girl.” Henry mounted the machine, the old man jumped into his buckboard and the start was made. On a turnpike or level road Courts could have easily distanced the old mare, who Was not as swift as qhe once was, but it was an altogether different matter over the hills, But his recent experience with such difficulties stood him in [Sa service, and, in spite of his rough path, he soon had the’ satisfaction of passing ahead of the bumping buckboard. He waved his hand gleefully at his prospective father-in-law, who was swearing ut Ris old mare and endeavoring to whip her into a faster it. He got two falls, but he soon righted imself and his wheel without harm to either, 4nd passed into town a quarter of a mile ahead of Mr. Rust. He then stopped for the latter to come up. The farmer looked at the machi @ moment, ejaculated, ‘Well, I'll be derne: and said nothing more, They went to the Bap- tist preacher's house, took the minister across lace where Ell ‘there the and Corte wecemurea ee Written for the Evenme Stam. The Sun at Sea. ‘The eastern sky of autumn all resplendant With showers of golden glory, ‘The lustrous sea, as if of heat ‘This sunrise telis a story. Wondrous the lesson of that brilliant beauty Stampt on October's sky, ‘That such a sunrise, crowning days of duty, ‘Shall greet us when we die. After the night-time of the Stygian season Streams of Elysian glory Await the dazzled soul, and this the reason ‘The sunrise tells its story. — Davin GhanaM ADEE. ® pendant, THE FATTED CALF. Louise Henderson was sitting in the sewing room of her uncle's parsonage, with her eyes fastened upon a small blue garment in her lap. There was a look of quiet but intense happi- ness in her face. This beatific expression could not have been caused by the skirt which she was mending—even her aunt, who was not an observing woman, drew that conclusion—for the tear was a large and irregular one. “Louise,” she asked, ‘whom is your letter from?" Louise colored and handed the note to her aunt. “Itis from a young man I met at Cousin Susan'’s—Mr, Matthews, He used to know you; he is going to the White mountains some time soon, and would like to stay over a train to see you and Uncle Henry.” “Used toknow me! I should think so! Ralph Matthews! and I suppose he is entirely grown up now. How time does fly!” “He is pretty old; he is twenty-nine.” “Of course he is; he is nine years younger han I am. Iwas seventeen when I went to live at his father’s house with mamma, and his father was thirty-seven. Who would bave supposed that a ‘sensible man like eHugh Matthews would have fallen in love with a mere child like myself? It was my first love affair.” Louise, who was eighteen, wondered if a dis- | cher to fall in love with mere children ran in the family; then, being a young woman of practical good sense, she took herself to task sharply. “How ridiculous I am to expect any- thing!” she thought. ‘Cousin Susan said he was something of a flirt, and I musn't—and he didn’t—" “When is the young man coming?” inquired her aunt, “Some time this week or next.” she added, as she glanced at the noteagain, “How indefinite! So thoughtless! Men are all the same, they never consider washing days and ironing days, or think that their coming need make any difference; whereas it makes the greatest differ- ence. We must ‘kill the fatted calf’ for h not that he is a prodigal, but it is so long since Thave seen the dear boy—twenty yeurs—and he is used to having everything in ‘such style. Supposing he should drop down upon us when we have stew for dinner! I do hope the chil- dren will behave well. If we only knew when he was coming! My dear, we must have afresh roast or chickens every day, and then when- ever he appears we shall be prepared for him. It will be expensive, but we can economize afterward,” They had a company dinner all that week and the next. The children thought this a delight- ful plan. They hoped Mr. Matthews would never come, that they might ‘dine on like this SSG . When two weeks had passed without bring- ing Mr. Matthews both aunt and nicco gave him up reluctantly and went back to. their of living. There was more to former manner be done than usual, for they had put off giving the parior a thorough sweeping for two weeks, while they were in the lest he should arrive midst of it, On Friday, therefore, the usual day for sweeping, they moved everything out of the parlor into the entry. It was a warm day. The air came in through the hall door entic- ingly, bringing with it the odor of new ly mown hay. The hay makers were at work in the meadow. Louise, wholly enveloped in a blue and white checked apron and with a sweeping cap on her pretty brown hair, was patiently dusting all the irregular corners of « carved oak chair. Whenever sweeping day came she wished the family did not have so much old- fashioned furniture. Nora, the maid of all work, was beating the rugs viciously, as if she had some peculiar spite against them. The rugs were out on the grass in front of the house. There was only a strip of some 50 feet of level lawn between the house and the street, so that every one who passed could see all that Was going on; but it did not matter, for they would have known what was going on, at any Tate; they always did in East Bradfield. Louise Was still at work on the carved chair, with her back to the street, when she was startled by an exclamation from Nora. 7 “What is it?” she asked, __ ‘It's the futted calf, miss, as sure as me name is Nora O'Connor, a-walkin’ up the street, just ag unconsarued as if it warn't Friday, and a 4 salt fish dinner a-cookin'!” “Nora!” “It's the city chap, sure as I'm born. Turn round and sce for yourself, Miss Louise.” Louise looked. ‘She meant to escape after- ward, but destiny was stronger than she. Ralph Matthews was just turning in at the gate, and met her confused glance. He hada pleasant face, with a brown beard and humorous brown eyes, which seemed to take in everything. His manner was so polite that it struck her as sar- castic. His faultless attire forced her own de- fic ies still more strongly upon her and made her shy and constrained, ‘My aunt is lying down,” said she; “I will tell her you are here. Icannot take ‘you into the purlor for obvious reasons. My uncle is writing his sermon in the study. There is the dining room,” she continued, meditatively, “but the children are painting there,” “Mayn't Istay and help dust the furniture?” he inquired, seating himself tranquilly on the piano stool. “Louise.” called her aunt, anxiously, at the head of the stairs, “Tommy has just had a frightful bump on his forehead. Cotild you-—— Why, Mr. Matthews! I know it must be Mr. Matthews, for you look so much like your poor dear father. How do you do? Louise, take him into the study directly. How could you be so thoughtless as to let him stay here?” and she descended the stairs full of apologies, Mrs. Henderson took possession of her old acquaintance willy-nilly and carried him off to the study. “Henry,” she said, “here is a dear old friend of mine—Ralph Matthews, It was so kind of him to come to this out-of-the- way spot to see me ag i Mr. Henderson looked up from his sermon with the dazed air of a man who isin the full pide soe inspiration, For a moment he hov- ered helplessly between two worlds, the next he descended regretfully to this one." “Tam glad to see you,” he said, taking off his old-sighted lasses, He had charming manners as soon fre had recovered himself: their gentleness wer a dictinction in itself and assorted well with y hair and fine blue eyes, mm delighted to see you,” young Matthews said, cordially. Mr. Henderson gave one more regretful look at his sermon, the sheets of which were spread about in confusion on his table, together with a pile of unanswered letters. Books were there too, both opened and unopened; in fact there were books in every available nook in the room, ‘The very windows seemed an impertinent inter- ruption, for both the space above and below them was utilized by book shelves, am interrupting you,” Ralph Matthews said. ‘Miss Henderson will take good care of me, I know, until you are at leisure.” “No,” said Mrs. Henderson; “you must stay here at present, for Louise and I are such busy people. Mr. Henderson will work all the better afterward for a little rest.” “Louise,” she said, when she rejoined her niece, “it is quarter past twelve. We shall have to put dinner off until two o’clock and sup- press the sult fish; it is too countrified, You will have to run down town and get some steak or chops. Chops breaded, with tomato sauce, will be the best, We haven't a can of tomatoes in the house. If they can’t send the things np directly you must bring them; and get a bottle of salad oil, too; we used the ‘last on Saturday, when I was so sure Mr, Matthews would come.” Louise slowly divested herself of her apron and sweeping cap and went to the closet for her hat. “Get ahead of lettuce, too,” said her aunt; “two heads if they are small.” You will have plenty of time to make a salad dressing, We shall need two cans of tomatoes; we will have mock bisque soup. It is mercy one can al- ways fall back upon that in an pmergenoy." hat, ouise put on her _broad-brimm trimmed with white mull. “Will you take Polly with aunt, ‘She is so fretful, and she will be com- any for you, and I have my hands full with epee poor boy, I had forgotten all about is bum) ip. Little four-year-old Polly clung delightedly to her cousin's hand, and the two stepped out into the fragrant sunshine. Visions of another companion and a walk in the woods beyond the meadows had been hovering vaguel ly in Louise's mind, but she resigned herself cheer- ray to the inevitable, as was her habit, Polly walked slowly, and the way was long. She wanted a “drink of water” so ersistently that they stopped at last at a neighbor's to get it. Then she wanted another, because that other “drink of water” was so good that it only made hgr more thirsty. When they started to go home she was made and happy by being allowed to carry cans of tomatoes. She only dropped back, 'Y met sev- who all knew that Mr. thews had arrived and who all sympathized. ‘To think he id have come ona Friday!” said Mrs. Osgood. “I will send you over some of my orange cake, I made it yester- day, and we have plenty of cream, if your aunt would like some.” you?” called her Mre, Trumbull of beef for the salt some chops here in this Ps bundle, and there ” Pee ee. eke ax “I su) a aren't ve in TS go fish 0. “How bully! Wish he'd come every Friday.” “I don't,” said Louise. “I say, Cousin Louise,” said Johnny, > suasively, “could you mend a fellow’s jacket? I tore it on the bay cart.” “I can’t possibly mend it.” “But it's mostly all hole. I'm afraid the F. C. wouldn't approve of it. “Put on your other jacket, then.” “You forget. Cousin Louise, the other one has gone up the spout.” “Go to bed, then,” she said, desperately, “But, Cousin Louise, I want to see the F. C. Please, = do mend my jacket.” “I will, if I have time, Johnny,” his cousin returned, patiently. She had time; she always had time for everything, and as a reward she was given more and more of the work of the household. She did not mind generally, for she was young and strong and very fond of the children, who thought her a Biko ol only she had wistfully hoped that she might have a holi- day when Ralph Matthews came to East Brad- field. However, it did not matter, she said to herself, as he had evidently come to see her uncle and aunt, She repeated this phrase over and over to herself throughout dinner. He was placed at her aunt's right hand, and she was on the opposite side of the table. The children were very good throughout the first course. They were awed by the presence of the stranger, who, however, talked so charm- ingly that by ‘the second course they found there was nothing awe-inspiring in him, after all. Consequently they grew confidential. lon’t have chops and tomato sauce every Grace remarked, sweetly. “Grace, vou musn't say such things,” said her sister Susie in a loud whisper. “We're going to have salad presently.” Johnny added. “I'm real glad you came.” he continued, sociably. “I asked Cousin Louise if she didn’t wish you'd come every Friday and she seid ‘no, “Johnny, said his mother in horrified accents, “you must not tell such stories.” “But it isn't a story; it’s true. Ask Cousin Louise. I suppose its because she had so much trouble making the salad dressing.” Poor Louise was the color of a red ny. She wae too disturbed to !augh and could not even speak, her tongue seemed to cleave to the roof of her mouth, There was an awful pause for a moment. Mr, Matthews broke it at last. “You were speaking of the village mir in Russia,” he said, turning to his host; “it is curious the way in which that relic of the middle ages has ‘sur- vived all these years,” “How clever he is!” thought Louise, who had never heard of the village mir in Russia; ‘and how eloquent and eager he has made my uncle! He has the power of drawing every one out. I was a fool to fancy he liked me particularly, He could never care for such an ignoramus, and it is just as well that he should see me in my true colors now.” Louise’s aunt sat erect at the head of the table, serene in the consciousness that her dinner was most appetizing. It was unfor- tunate that the children should have made those malapropos remarks; but at least Mr. Matthews would see that if they did not have such dainty meals every day they knew how things should be done. “The bisque soup was delicious, the chops cooked to a turn and the saladadream of delight. There was a long ause after this course. during which Mrs, lenderson nervously wondered what had hap- pened to Mrs. Osgood’s orange cake, aud whether Nora was waiting to pick the rasp- berries. At last the recreant maid appeared bearing a huge pie, which she placed solemnly before her mistress, who looked at it in speechless wonder. Where didit come from and wh: were its contents? greater vulgarity of breeding than this unex- pected but all too substantial apparition? Be- fore she had recovered from her suprise Nora placed a large ham in front of Mr. Henderson. t was ail clear to yr Mrs. Henderson now. The neighbors, in the kindliness of their hearts, had sent over these supplements to the feast, and Nora, knowing that her mistress was ambitious to have many courses, had brought them in on her own responsibility. Mrs. Henderson, who never was able to turn things oif with a joke, asked her guest if he would have some meat pie, with the feelings of acriminal at the stake. “It’s veal pie,” cried Tommy. the fatted calf sure this time.” To add to her confusion her husband glanced across at her and sa: “Did you mean to have this ham cut, Ma After they had partaken of the raspberries and coffee Mrs. Henderson was about to rise from the table, when Nora went to her with a warning shake of the head. “Not yet,” she said, in a loud whisper; “there's four more courses a-settin’ in the pan- “We've killed ry. on, golly! Let's have "em all,” cried Jobnny. Mrs. Henderson ignored the observations of her maid and her son, She drew her small figure up to its full height and looked almost majestic. “I think perhaps we shall find it pleasanter in the other room,” she said, with all the grace and dignity at her command. “It is four o'clock,” said her husband, taking out his watch, ‘How the afternoon has gone!” “Only an hour and a half before Mr. Matthew's train goes,” thought Louise. The Henderson parlor, to which they ad- journed, was a quaint room, with the atmos- phere of a former generation lingering about its carved chairs and claw-footed tables. The reen carpet, with its huge bunches of gay jowers, had been somewhat softened by Per- sian rugs, but the stiff portraits which looked down on one from the walls, and the square six-octaved piano, remained uncompromis- ingly old-fashioned. There were vases and, bowls of roses on the tables and piano, and.a general fragrance as if the room were a rose garden. Louise ensconced herself on the sofa behind a table, with a child on either side of her, and having’ fortifled herself in this impregnable sition, she wondered that Ralph Matthews id not come and talk to her, “Louise,” said her aunt at last, “I wish you would sing something.” “Yes,” assented her uncle; “ ‘Duke Street,’ or ‘Come, Ye Disconsolate.’” “Oh, not hymn tunes ona week day, Uncle Henry; I should feel positively sacrilegious,” As Louise struck the first chords of “Ye Banks and Braes of Bonny Doon” she nervously real- ized how much the piano was out of tune, and the thin, poor quality of the notes. In the pres- ence of this pode ae who lived on terms of in- timacy with grand pianos, her much-loved in- strument shrank into insignificance, She did not know how charming she looked in her lilac gown, with the huge bowl of white roses at her right and the light from the win- dow at her left faintly straggling through the half-closed blinds. Everything was complete about Louise, from her pretty head, with its smooth, compact crown of brown braids, to her trim little figure in the simple but scrupulously neat dress, There were many girls far more beautiful than she, but of her kind she was per- fect, and one no more thought of finding fault with her lack of color, or with the shape of her mouth, than of quarreling with the violet for being of a different color and shape from the rose. One might prefer roses, but that was a different matter, - “Now, surely, surely he will come to the piano and turn my music for me,” she thought, At this moment a fat person of forty or there- about, dressed in an attempt at a tea gown of variegated colors and adorned with ‘scarlet bows, came into the room, bristling with self- importance. She was introduced to Mr, Mat- thews as Miss Wiley, . “Lhave come to play some duets with ¢cu, Louise, love, as soon as Icanrecover my breath,” she announced, She seated herself in a rock- ing chair and Logan back and forth vigor- ously, plying a fan with energy. "ties ‘iley is the organist at our church,” Mr. Henderson explained to bis guest. “Are you a musician, Mr. Matthews?” she in- quired. “Ifsol = you will tind these — very enjoyable. am trying to my fone Wagner (che ‘gave dear Louise with a love for the composer the full benetit of his W. you were with her long enough you would find she has ngt yeta feelin’ sense of the scope, aim and rhythmic beauty of that great master of the ‘music of the future.’ She came back from New York quite fatigued by him.” Poor Louise! ‘Mr. Matthews ‘had taken her and her cousin to hear Rheingold, and,although she had not cared for the music, she had never in all ber life ape four happier hours. Would he think she been bored all that time? She looded at him furtively, but he had turned to D.C, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 14, 1889—TWELVE PAGES. distinguish these words in ber friend's reply but they made her heart beat quicker. “I think not,” said her uncie, glancing toward the piano; “she has taken the walk so many times, and it is such bot day.” Then Louise took # bold step. She left her companion precipitately in the middle of a duet and said, hurriedly: “I should like very much to go to the woods with you Uncle Henry if Miss Wiley will excuse me. I want to get some ferns and wood-sorrel if it is out.” “Dear child, we can get the ferns and sorrel for you,” said her uncle, “Do not think it a to take that long hot waik justjor a “I should like to go,” she repeated. “Perhaps Miss Wile: will come too,” said her hospitable uncle. By an unusual e of luck, however, the cool parlor proved a more alluring place to the organist, who preferred to stay behind with Mrs. Henderson, As they were all three going out of the gate Grace and Susie came tearing after them and begged to be allowed to go too, Their father gave each of them a hand, for which Louise blessed him, and walked on abvad with Mr. Matthews, Now that the moment had actually come for Which she had longed all day, an excess of shy- ness seized her which made it impossible to frame sentences of more than #ix words, “What a charming man your uncle is!” Ralph Matthews began, “Yes, indeed.” , “Ard this town is snch a delightfully quaint, primitive place,” In her present sensitive state of mind these words jarred on her. “Primitive! How unkind of him!” she thought. “He thinks us primitive because we had veal pie and ham after lettuce. We are primitive be- cause we have a six-octaved piano and an or- Ranist who cannot speak the English language correctly. My uncle is ‘primitive,’ my aunt is ‘primitive,’ and I—I am primitive.’ ” could scarcely keep back her tears, pretty place,” she returned coldly, *Miss Louise,” he began abruptly, “have I offended you in any way?” “Oh, no,” “You are not as kind tome as you used to be. Is there a reason for it?” “Iam kind enough,” said Louise; “but it is such a hot day.” She was as amazed to hear these words as if they had been uttered by another person, They had crossed the road by this time and were going into the fields behind the Osgoods’ house. At this moment Lilian Osgood came out sociably to meet them. She was charmingly pretty, by far the prettiest girl in East Brad- ticld. “Today she wore a most becoming white gown. Her yellow hair rippled abou: her face and her pink cheeks had the bloom of a peach. Louise thought she looked like a tall white lily. She caught an involuntary expression of ad- miration on Ralph Matthews’ face. “It is all over with me.” she thought. Of course Lilian would go to walk with them; there was nothing she would like better. She spread her red sunshade, which made her more pleturesque than ever, and sa another moment ouise found herself with her uncle and the children, while Lihan and Ralph walked off to- gether across the fields, a bright patch of red nd white anda dark patchef black against the newly mown grass. Lilian chatted on merrily and she could hear Ralph laugh from time to time “How much he likes her!” she thought. Be- fore they had reached the first stone wall she had pictured the seat Garg of these two, that she might be prepared for anything and fortify herself in time; when they entered the woods she had got as far as the wedding, and by the time they had come to the brook she had decided that she would be bridemaid if Lilian asked her, as she undoubtedly would, and hold her head so straight and stiff that no one would ever imagire— What? Nonsense! She didnot care for Ralph Matthews. She did not like his luxurious life; its forms and ceremonies frightened her. She was hopelessly plebeian, provincial, primitive, The slender white-stemmed birches, with their pale green leaves, drooped over the brook and the solemn pines and hemlocks rep- resented the other extreme in the scale of color. There was every possible gradation of green between the two. The brook hurried on over the impeding stones, breaking into a golden brown in the sunlight and changing to adeeper brown m the shadow, and Louise, who was usually keenly alive to all these things, saw none of them now. Her eyes were fastened on a man with laughing brown eyes, who was talking in an animated manner to a fascinating girl. Lilian had closed her sunshade and the light sifted through the trees shone on her yellow hair. It had evidently caught on some envious branch, for it was all in a pretty flutf, and several charming little curls had escaped their bounds. She was standing helplessly before the log which formed a bridge across the brook, with one foot in its dainty red shoe placed on the edge, while Ralph, with an air of devotion, was holding out his hand and urging her to let him help her, “How absurd!" thought Louise, sharply, “She has a perfectly steady head. She is no more afraid of that log than I am.” When it came her own turn to cross Ralph was waiting to proffer his services. “May I help you?” he asked, No, thank you,” she returned with dignity; “TI can get on by myself perfectly well.” So could Grace and Susie. They preferred to go over “all by their own selves.” Louise had waited to urge them to let her carry them across, for their father had stopped to speak to the hay makers, Lilian and Tealph were by this time lost to view in the tangle of underbrush. She walkedon slowly, absorbed in her meditations. Suddenly she heard a splash, and turned to see Susie sitting in the middle of the brook with frightened eyes. “Cousin Louise,” she cried, “I'm most dead; take me out; but the log was so slippery.” ‘There was nothing to be done but to get Susie home as quickly as possible. While Louise was changing her cousin's wet garments her reflections were most bitter. She had never known before how much wretched- hess a commonplace day could hold within the limits of its brief hours. While she was still occupied with her little cousin she heard Ralph Matthews’ voice. He wassaying civil things to her uncle and aunt. It was almost time for his train to go. “Louise,” called Mra, Henderson, ‘can’t you come down and bid our friend good-bye?” Susie was shivering and Louise did not dare to leave her, She put her into her dress with nervous haste; her fingers trembled with ex- citement. She must see him before he went. “In one moment, Aunt Mary, she called down, but when that moment came he was gone. She was just in time to see him whisked out of sight in @ basket phaeton, with Litian Osgood by his side, driving her white pony with her uccustomed grace. He was holdin; the red sunshade over her and bending towar: her, to say something which made her laugh. That night Louwe watched the sun set ina pink mist of clouds. The haycocks were all covered with their white nightcaps; the men were returning from their work. Some oxen and a load of hay slowly passed along the road, It was very eful and rural, “primitive,” she thought—‘primitive.” She had a dull sense that the sun would continue to rise and shine and go down on this same tranquil scene for many loug days in many long years for ber. ‘To be miserable was a new feeling for Louise. She had one ray of oe op after all, ‘Pp she was mistaken, and did care for her. Possibly in those hours that he had spent with her uncle he had said something about his feeling for her. . “What did you and Mr. Matthews talk about, Uncle Henry?” ehe asked, shyly. “Politics; he is on the right side, An excel- lent young man, with the best of principles, T have only one fault to find in him, and that is he smokes. To be sure, he is on the wrong side with regard to the prohibition amendment, but he secms as anxious to stop the increase of intemperance as I am. We are all traveling on different roads, Louise, but we bring up at the same place at last. “You dear thing,” cried Louise, her arms about his neck, “I wonder if you half realize how nice youare! A great i than any other man that I know. Her uncle gave*her a pleased bewil glance. He could not see the connection be- tween his speech and its effect. “Tea is ready,” said her aunt, coming to the door. “It is literally tea crackers, I knew v She tore open the envelope and bastily exam- ined the contents. She read as follows: “My Dear Miss Henderson: If avoided me at every turn pestorday. if new, as how could you belp knowing, why I came East Bradfield, and weuld not give me a chance say what I was burning to say, you need not an- Swer this letter. If, ou the coutrary.as lam bold enough at times to think, your coldness and seem- ing indifference was the result of circumstances, 1 will come again, and say it all,on my way back. ouise. unless I can come ae your acknowledged lover. I will not be balked matrons dlighifut eideris guatnen nee poems elighiful elderi en Airtatious giris: 1 will not some Unless The rest of the letter bronght a vivid blush to Lonise’s cheeks and made her Jaugh and cry at once. She sat up far into the night composing a re- ply. Itwassix pages long. Then she tore it up and began again; there was no need of ex+ pressing her whole heart in this ardent fashion, She wrote a shorter letter that pleased her no better, and then a still shorter one, and when she bad finally truck out all that was unneces- sary from her answer only these four words were left: “You may come. —From Harper's Luza = ‘oo PUGILISTS OF THE RAJAH. An Account of Some of the Curious Pas times Indulged in by the Hindoos. From the Omaha World-Heraid Col. L. T. Pearl of the sixty-cighth light in- fantry, who has been stationed at Mysore, British India, for the last five years, gives the following interesting account of how a boxing tournament is carried on in India: It is almost needless to state that our life at Mysore proved very dull. I and my fellow offie cer were casting about for some relief from this interminable monotony, having tired of foot ball, cricket and other old-country sports, when We were agreeably surprised one morning by receiving a polite invitation from the rajah of the district to attend an athletic exhibition he Proposed giving the next day, At his highness’ palace we were received in aright royal manner. After partaking of a liberal repast we were conducted by him toa large gallery overlooking the arcna set apart for the exhibition, After seeing us carefully bestowed he ordered the games to commence, The professions! Indian boxers are known as jetties, aname derived from the peculiar contrivance worn by them upon the right hand. This consists of a kiud of cestus made of buf- falo horn with four sharp knobs upon it resem- bling exaggerated knuckles, Near the little finger is a fifth projection of greater promi- nence and keenness than the others. It ix worn upon the right hand, between the lower joints and the main knuckles, the fingers being passed through a narrow opening below the raised points of sui ut size to receive them when the fist is double If it were placed directly over the knuckles, it is very evident that » blow directed with the full force of an athletic arm would, in all probability, crust the skuli of the unfortunate at whom it is aimed. Dlaced in the manner described, the wearer is obliged to be very chary in the deliverance of « fall-arm blow, as the concussion would be very likely to cause dislocation of the hand, Instead, the hitting in the usual style in vogue among Eng- glish and American pugilists, the blows are de- livered perpendicularly, and as the knobs are sure to make a deep cut aud lay the flesh open to the bone, there is never any question as to who is entitled to the claim of tirst blood, In a few minutes two of these men stepped into the arena, They were magnificent speci- mens of manhood, neither very stout nor very muscular, but with well-knit, splendidly pro- portioned frames. Added to this was a nat- ural grace and gentlemanly deportment. A PRIZE FIGHT. Bowing low to the rajab, they took their places in the center of the ring wnd put them- selves in position for the ¢ at. Approach- ing each other, they held up and cros left arms, then, quickly stepping back, they made various motions With their hands, or. as we would express it, “sparred for an They shifted their positions with gr watching like hawks tor an opportu: deliver a blow, never once « tion to be diverted in a passes, made with lightning neatly parried, and we were greatiy. pnzz know which displayed the greatest «mount of science, so equally were they matched. At length one of them, sive, pressed his antagonist feet and, quick asa flash, deliv, blow on the cheek, which Jav bone. Love.” it open to the Suddenly the wounded athiete ducked, and grasping his antagonist by the legs lifted him high inthe air. The fatter dealt him another blow, this time upon the crown of the put, nothing daunted, he threw his man, and as he arose struck him « terrific blow in the face, which tumbled him over ina heap, Like acat he reco’ d his fectand closed with the other. Then followed o shower of blows which so distigured the pugulists that their. faces were hardly recognizavle. Not relishing such a gory spectacle, we re- juested the rajah to compel them to desist, This he did rejuctantly, seemingly surprised to think that we should so soon tire of an exhibi- tion which he doubtless cousidered the very acme of mauly sport. Calling the boxers to him he tossed the handful of coins, accompanying the gift with few words of commendation for their piuck and skill, They bowed low and murmured words of thanks to the effect that for euch recompense they would willingly fight every day of their lives. A BATTLE WITH STAVES, A young Hindoo now appeared, armed with & weapon somewhat resembling a quarter-staff, about six feet long and two inches thick, upo each end of which was a wooden ball inclosed in a quilted cotton bag. Immediately follow- ing him came three others of his race bearing staves three feet in length and about an inch and a half in thickness. Ata signal from our host the play began. The three quickly attacked the newcomer, who defended himself from the blows they ajmed at him with surprising agility and adroit- ness. So rapid were his movements that his front was always presented to each of his an- tagonists, and so dexterously did he bundle his w mn, Which was hel he center of the shaft, that every attempt to strike him proved futile. For several moments he acted extirely upon the defensive, and thus managed to tire out the attacking 8 Observing this, he made a sudden spring at one of them, and striking him full in the face with the end of his staff, felled him like an ox. With a quick backward ‘movement he dashed the other end of the staff at the head of one of his enemies who had come ~ behind, and ve hima blow on the temple that leveled im to the earth as though struck with «a can- non ball, The remaining one, imagining he had now an excellent chante to disable the wielder of the staff, made a wicked lunge at him, which landed m bis ribs and almost took away his breath. Recovering in an instant, however, the latter bounded toward his antago- nist, all the while swinging his weapon with tremendous velocity. The wily low #uc- ceeded in evading it by ducking and dodging, but at last he miscalculated his chances, Raising his head he received the covered end of the staff on his forehead, and, staggering about for a second or two, fell prone on his back, completely beaten, The victor received the usual nod of appro- bation from the rajab, and smilingly retired with those whom be vanquished. Thus ended a ports, and after partak- ing of « light luncheon we bade our host good- by and returned to our cantonment. ———ree. = Indian Arithmetic. From the New York Telegram. Indians, on the arrival of the annuity money, always try to get the better of the agent and many funny stories are told of how the agents have foiled them in their dishonest schemes, A certain sum of money is apportioned to each man, woman and child. The father of afomily ‘was recently trapped through bis ignorance of arithmetic, says a St. Paul exchange. The In- dian handed the agent a little bundle of sticks ister. vaso aay bare youin your lodge?” asked agent. “Fifteen,” answered the Indian, carefully counting his bundle of sticks. “How many The agent lays aside two sticks, “How many women?” Three more sticks are laid aside. “How many children?” it sticks are added to the heap, “What ws the meaning of these two sticks that remain?” asks the it, sternly. The it, whose arithmetic not him to play out his trick, the ‘There must have been awfully slow cash days of Job, for he no