Evening Star Newspaper, January 25, 1896, Page 15

THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, JANUARY 25, 1896-TWENTY-FOUR PAGES. LIFE WITH GOMEZ Methods Followed by the Leader of the@uban Insurgents. FROMM THE PEN OF AN ARMY OFFICER One Way the Rebel Army is Re- cruited From the Enemy. A MOUNTAIN STRONGHOLD (Copyright) HE FOLLOWING letter was written by an officer of the army while Gomez (the insurgent lead- er, who has so clev- y foiled the Span- h general in his attempts to force an engagement) was hiding in the hills of Santa Clara. Since that time the writer has escaped, but his account remains as a of Life in the rebel ranks: ‘ough the Spanish lines le for the mountains. was a native of the island, tac!- and s but whether he was in of the i nts or a spy in the pay he Spaniards I could not dizcover. One thing I did find out, however—that he pre- T My guide turn of As Antonio was uncommunicative, I rolied a blanket about me and lay down; but I could not sleep. So I rose and strolled out into the moonlight, down the steep bank of one of the ravines, Ing my revolver with me, ds a matter of course. It was dark and gloomy, with only here and there a flicker of moonlight. I sat down on a large rock, leaned against a tree, and abandoned myself to reverie. After half an hour or 80, @ scund of breaking twigs attracted my atten- tion. Somebody was climbing the steep bank of the ravine. There was nothing for me but to keep silent; and I*waited, as the noises came hearer, until the something making them had reached the very tree against which I was leaning. It halted there, and I saw that it was a man—an escaped soldier from the hacienda, probably, for he carried a gun, which he placed against the trunk of the tree, and then drew off his cap and mopped his brow. I suppose it was my good fortune—nothing else—taat ordained that the musket should have been set up within my reach. At any rate, I looked upon it as a providential dis- pensation, not to be ignored. Cautiously reaching around the bole I grasped the bar- rel of the gun; and when the soldier, attract- ed by the slight noise I made. started in sur- prise, he met the muzzle of the weapon look- ing straight into his face. It may have been an old friend of his, but he did not recognize it in this new role. “Diablo!” was all He said, and stood there like one transfixed. “You surrender?” I demanded in Spanish. “Pues, senor, why not? What else can I do?” He turred and went before me with all docility, stumbling up the incline, and when the level was reached walked stiffly to the fire, where Antonio was sleeping. “Get up, here is a prisoner,” I said to the guide, stirring him with my foot. He turn- ed out with ill grace, muttering curses. But he got a rope and tied the man to a tree, and took turns with me guarding him. There-was no more sleep for me, for the in- cident had excited me, and when I was not standing guard I was lying wakeful in my blanket, thinking over the situation. Some- how, it did not seem an attractive one, for here was I, an officer in Uncle Sam's army, engaged in a reconnoissance where, above all e'se, I must play the role of a neutral, actively employed in securing prisoners for a fugitive rebel! As the coast and all ports on MERCILESSLY SHOT AND SABERED BY THEIR PURSUERS. ferred good American dollars to Spanish paper, or insurgent promises to pay; and to blind his eyes I had only to place a dollar over each one. God knows how mariy ealed rebels noted our move- ments, ambushed in the forest, but An- tonio plodded ahead, driving my pack mule before him. But suddenly, at a turn of the trail, Antonio and the mule came back upon me in full retreat. What the devil do you mean by this?” I shouted at the guide, as the mule brush- ed past me, nearly sweeping me from my saddle th the projecting panniers. An- no reply, but jerking his thumb ver his shoulder, seized my nd drew him aside he, forcing the animals into the shade of a great “It is Gomez out for a raid.” Hl see us here; let us get farther back, further back. Antonio cast at me a glance of withering contempt. “Of course he will; but there is no time to retre: “Quien vive?” A clear voice cut the air. “Cuba libre,” -answered my henchman. “A friend.” “Hatt,"" tame next, in a tone of com- mand. “What-is it?” The Insurgent Chief. There was low consultation, and a few minutes later Antonio came with an order for me to appear. The insurgent chief was superbly mounted, upon a biack stallfon; at his belt dangled two large revolv: from the pommel of his saddle hung a carbine, and in the hollow of his arm he carried a saber. He was a large man, with a face half hidden in a bushy beard. He looked at me suspiciousiy. you here, senor?” I produced my passports. them earnestly. “Ha, an Americano?” His stern features softened. “Then you cannot be a spy; the Americans are friends of Cuba, is it not so?” I assured him that it was and that I my- self was animated by ihe best of inten- tions towards him and his cause. “Well, we will see. These mountains are mine,” aid with a gesture of import- where you like; but don’t at- tempt to return until you have al’owed me to entertain you‘as my guest. Here,” tak- ing a scrap of paper from the pocket of his embroidered jacket; “this will carry you anywhere. You will excuse me, senor, but I have important business on hand. After my men have gone take the trail that turns to the left, w ‘h will carry you te an open plateau, and from there you may see a very pretty fight, a little later. Adios. He waved his hand and his trocps filed past me, about a hundred strong, on their way to rala the hacienda I had left a few hours betore. They were a motley crew, but fierce looking and well mounte‘, each man armed to the teeth, though fil-clad sgard. We took the trail aga‘n, and ‘ached the little plateau. Guerrilla Methods. An hour or more passed by, then I saw the guerrilla troop straggling out into the flelds below. At the same moment a puff of smcke shot out from a corner of one of the cane fields. No harm was done, apparently, for L saw nobedy fall nor any horse stumble; but the troopers at once deployed, right and left, and plunged into the canes. Then I could see the flashing of machetes, hear the faint reports of revolvers, and later noted the fleeing forms of several soldiers. As these latter gained the protection of the adobe wall that ran around the planter’s He scanned - hovse and the sugar works, a level sheet of smoke puffed out from numerous apertures in it, and before the reports of guns reached me several sadiles were emptied and rider- less horses rearing in terror. As the blast of a bugle reached me I saw the troop divide again and- sweep around the wall, as though seeking an entrance. ‘They evidently found a breach, for I saw nothing more of thom for a long time; then, ith a sudden outburst of smoke and flame, heard the rattle of revolvers and mus- ketry. The ingenio had been fired; its {patenea roof sént volumes of smoke into e heavens. There was a brief spdce of silence, terminated by a tremendous explo- sion; the dwellings and out houses had been blown up with dynamite. The cane fields were again alive with fugitives, but this time it was the Spaniards who were in the open, mercilessly shot and sabered by their pursuers. They made for the woods, but few ever reached a shelter. I could see the swing of the lusso here and there; and as.a bugle call rang out, faintly brought to my ears by the breeze, I noted the horsemen re- turning, dragging their prisoners behind them. ~ The Midnight Captare. ‘That was the last token of life about the place ere darkness fell around it. Save for the drifting column of smoke. and the fallen roofs of the buildings, the peaceful valley gave no hint of having been the scene of slaughter. It was now evident that we were to pass the night beneath the mango tree; to proceed farther was out of the question. of exit were held by the Spaniards, it was very evident that I had not played a pelitic part in making a prisoner of one of their men. Forced Into the Army. At daybreak we wer? astir. Our prisoner was allowed to sit by the fire and join us at our coffee, having given his parole that he would not attempt to escape. I could not help pitying him, and resolved that, as I had been the means of making him prisoner, I would intercede with Gomez for him to be set at liberty. In his upen, frank air and countenance there was not the least sus- picion of enmity or revenge. As he ex- plained to me, he had been drafted from his mother's farm and forced to serve in the army. He had nothing against the Cubans; in fact, his sympathies were with them, so far as he had thought upon the subject. When the tramp of hoofs announced the coming of the troop, we were ready to join them, with the horse saddled, the mule laden, and the prisoner bound with a lariat. Gomez himself left the trail and rode down the plateau to look for us. His head was bound about with a bloody handkerchief, which gave him a fiercer aspect than he had the day before; but he saluted me ly, and rode steadily toward us. How now, Scnor Americano? A pris- oner? Well, that is good. You see us re- turning—all there are left of us; but do you see any prisoners? No, indeed, not one; yet “You Surrender,” I demanded Spanish. in here you are with one of those rascally wretches, hirelings of Spain, on your hands.” He drew rein, extended his hand to me, and frowned at the poor conscript from under his sombrero. It was true, there were no prisoners with them; a fact that gave rise to some sinister reflections. But I put a bold face on the matter and explained hew it had happened. “It was a case of necessity, don’t you gee? It wasn’t the poor fellow’s fault that he ran into my erms, and it wasn’t my fault that I secured him. Now, it seems to me the best way out of it is to set him free again.” The insurgent chief glanced at me wicked- ly from under the wide brim. ‘Yes, and have him up again in front of us with a new equipment inside of a week.” “If the captain will aliow me, I would say a.word,” sald th> prisoner. “Well, speak up.” His Plea Was Heard. “The captain well knows that my pay is small, and that the chances are against me to get back to Spain. I do not fight against im because it is my will; he knows why it is. If I could get to my mother in Spain two hundred pesetas each year I would not care to go back, and would be glad to fight for the freedom of Cuba.” The chief looked him over with searching glance. “I'll do it; your mother shall have the money. Give him his gun. Go. Get into the ranks. You shall have the next horse whose saddie is emptied.” = “In that soldier you see the bulk of the army,” he said to me, as we rode along. “He doesn’t know what he ts fighting for, as he truly said. Hurt? Well, yes, a stray ball glanced from my temple; but the bullet is not yet molded for Maximo Gomez. They have had me killed more than a dozen times, I believe, but only in the newspapers. Why do we take no prisoners? Only because we cannot subsist them. That fs all. No, we sre not so cruel as you may have thought. “You speak,” I rejoined, “as though vic- tory always perched upon your standard. eevee really, and do the Spanish never wi “Why, of course, we are not always victor- Mississippl, tous; but see, we take good care not to citnck Unless we have the advantage. Sometimes. we are overwhelmed by superior numbers; but even then there is this differ- ence: We are battling for our freedom, knowing well if defeated there is no hope; the rank and file of the enemy are only fighting because they must, blindly and without, reason. ‘They have no incentive; The Mountains Are Mine. they are like the Hessians of your revolu- tion; only they are not even hired, but com- pelled to fight. Yes, we must eventually win, for we are fighting for a principle as old as eternity, as broad as the world. They? What are they here for? Merely to uphold the tottering throne of a baby king, rot yet out of the nursery. Pah!” Two hours of marching brought us to the end of our jovrney. The last hour was over rocks and fallen trees, across the rocky beds of torrents and beneath high trees that obscured the sky. Then, without warning, @ beautiful valley opened to our gaze, set like a bewl in among the peaks of towering mountains. A Cuban Stronghold. The entrance to tnis basin was a break in the mountain wall, which rose jagged and forbidding on every side. There was no other means of ingress, and that was well defended by cannon, planted to command the approach. Under the beetling cliffs, and half hidden by the rank growths of wild bamboo, were numerous huts of palm leaves, which gave shelter to the insurgents and their families. Once within this vale of safety, the men cast off all restraint. They picketed their horses, gathered to- gether the plunder of the expedition, and then went to seek the repose they had so fairly earned. One would not have supposed the hollow in the mountains was then occupied by a band of some two hun- dred men, said to be flerce and bloodthirsty, repacious and cruel. For children played contentedly in the sun, and women passed to and fr. between the houses to the springs in the edge of the forest. Thus I found myself in one of the Cuban strongholds, and by a perversity that is one of the characteristics of man, no sooner was I well within it than I wanted to get out! Yet that was not so easy a matter. Two days went by; a third was well on its way to a conclusion, when Don Maximo came to me, holding a newspaper. “The case is out of my jurisdiction now,” he said, with a savage grin. “See what the Spanish diarios say about you. There is little hope for you to get through their lires, after this. Read:” I took the paper, an official organ of the government, published in the city of Cien- fuegos, and read the following: “Ofiicially promulgated. The report re- ceived last night that the battalion of Cap- tain Faustino Alvarez was attacked by an overwhelming force of rebels seems to be confirmed. The rebel chief, the notori- ous and sanguinary monster, Gomez, the abhorred and detested scourge of the moun- tain districts, pounced upon the ingenio of Santa Clara about midday of the lith. “The .losses experienced by the gallant captain were inconsiderable, but he con- sidered it best to make a change of base for future operations. The rebels lost more than half their number, left dead on the field, and among them, as all friends of law and order will be glad to know, the in- fernal rebel, leader of the guerrillas, Max- imo Gomez. Somewhat Mixed. “A strange rumor is current that the Yankee, Smith, who passed through Santa Clara on his way to the mountains, gave the information to Gomez that resulted in the raid. He was well provided with offi- cial passports, and was allowed free pas- sage through our lines; yet, see the manner in which our clemency was abused! He is said to be with Gomez in his mountain retreat—this quondam official of the Ameri- can government—and the consul general at Havana is said to be cognizant of his ac- tions. Let us be on the alert, when he es- says to return to the coast, and serve him as we did the filibusters of the ‘Virginius.’ Shooting is too good; wild horses should rend him limb from limb.” “You see,” said Gomez, with a grim smile, “the situation is complicated. I am left dead on the field; yet, you are with me plotting some new deviltry. Now, how are you guing to get out of it?” This was a poser. As I said in the open- ing sentence of my letter, it was not my fault at all, but that of the Secretary of War. He got me into this fix, and it de- volves upon him, as a gentleman, to get sne out. If only the President could be persuaded to acknowledge the Cubans as belligereats. That is my only chance. ——+e+_—___ BEWARE OF THE GRIP. You Can Avoid Getting It With Care and Can Get It if You Want. From the New York World. The grip, which was epidemic in New York last January, is here again. Moist, warm weather is what the grip germs like. When the days are humid and a sort of mock spring prevails, the germs gambol upon the highways, laughing and growing fat, every now and again making a hop for the throat of some passing citizen. In a few hours he begins to turn from his meals in disgust, then a pessimistic mooi comes over him and he finds himself asking whether life is worth living.. After giving the question due thought he decides that it is not. Then he ties things round his head and goes to bed. Cold and damp feet are great promoters of the disease. A New York doctor of re- nown says that shoals of women get it by wearing shoes with soles about as thick as blotting paper. He advises all his women patients to try home-knitted heavy stock- ings, even if they have to-wear shoes two sizes too large for them. Most of them ad- mit that they would rather have the grip, and they get it, too. Good substantial food and a devotion to hygiene and the nerves are recommended as preventives. As these do not cause any impairment of the per- gonal appearance, but the contrary, they are more popular. among women than the heavy stockings prescriptian. “Leave whisky alone, as it is fatal in grip cases,” says one set of doctors. Others recommend mild stimulants. “It is dangerous to tell a man that whisky is good for his complaint,” said a grip phy- sician, “as he is apt to rush fora saloon and overwork the bartender. Hundreds of New York men on reading that the grip is with us once more lose no time in taking what they consider an antidote. Even those who cannot bear the taste of whisky fight their way to a position of vantage at the bar, just for the sake of their health. That is all wrong. The great remedy is to keep warm, dry and well fed. Besides this the patient must try and be easy in his mind. though that may be a little difficult in these days of Venezuela wars, bond issues, dia- mond robberies—and, with Congress in ses- sion, what are you to do? “Tt is a good idea to stay in bed on the first appearance of trouble, and above all things send for a doctor.” ——_—\_+o+—__<__ Never Spent a Cent for Matches, From the Starkville Times, ‘They say there is a man who resides near Maben, in this county, who prides himself on his economy, and the other day when discussing his favorite topic he remarked that he had saved.several dollars in matches. “Why,” he said, “when I came e the allowing die out, and during all this time have never spent one cent for matches.” ABOUT PUBLIC MEN —-++_ ome Stories of Metibirs of the Up- per House. —_—_+__ CONFINING PROFESSIONAL PRACTICE 37 How Senator Teller Narrowly Es- caped Being a-Millionaire. a tt 6s EFFECT OF A’ PAMPHLET ENATOR CUSH- man K. Davis of Minnessoia, who will be one of the ‘dark horses” in the repub- lican convention, isa great believer in per- smitting a boy to fel- low the bent of his mind ir choosing a vocation. Some years ago, h2 told me in a recent conversation,a man who had heen his client for many years brought a cub of a boy into his office and wanted the Senator to make a lawyer of him. “Some people,” said the Senator, “think you can make a lawyer of almost any material. This boy sat around my office for two months, and I saw all the time that he was not happy. Ore day I spoke to him about it, and he acknowledged that he was not. ‘I hate bocks,’ he said. ‘I hated them at school, and I hate them more every day.’ I asked him what he liked to do, and he said that he liked ma- chinery, and that he could whittle out tbirgs with his knife better than most boys could. He wanted to be a machinist. ‘But it’s no use,’ he said. ‘Father wants me to be a lawyer.’ I sent for his father and told him of my conversation with the boy. ‘He'll never make a lawyer,’ I said, ‘and I advise ycu to take him across the river and apprentice him in the railroad shops.’ “What! Make a common Fachinist of my boy!’ he saiu. I told him" machinists like Ericsson and Fulton. were far above -us lawyers. Anyway, it required a peculiar faculty to be a lawyer, and his boy did not possess {t. He had a good deal of con- fidence in my jvdgment and after a time he agreed to follow my advice. Today that boy is drawing a salary of $6,000 a year and has a great future before Fim. And I At the door of every newspaper office might ‘be posted the general order—Rush! The busiest concerns in the bh vst streets are sluggards compared with these newsgathering hives I MANAGER CHICAGO JOURNAL different medicines which have becn used and: ree- ommended by others, but not until I took Paine’s celery compound did Lfind any relief. ‘This season I took one bottle and was not 15 Col. F. C. Pierce Was Made a Well Man by aine s Celery Compound. where human fingers and brains are matched to | troubled with headache for at least six months. | supplied with the food it bas eo sadly felt the noed pays to ee eta ong Gee eels keep up with machinery. Since that time I huve kept the medicine in the | of. very bad lawyer and gave to mechanics a| The brunt of this fatiguing mental strain, un- | office and used it occasionally, and have not been | ee oe a in eas a very fine machinist.” avoidable in getting out one of the big city dailies, | troubled with headache since. The best plysicians in every city in this countr The Senator's idea about choosing a vo- cation was not that of his father, for if the Senator had had a choice when he was young he would have gone into literature. He thinks, perhaps, he would have been more successful in that than in the law; though he fs one of the leading practi- tioners of the northwest. He has written books, and he has a tin trunk full of un- published manuscript, which he has never offered to any publisher. The Senator's chief interest is in his books. He began the accumulation of 4 li- brary early in life, and he made a rule then, which he has kept religiously, to de- vote his evenings to literary recreation. He never takes the papers in a law case home for example, the Chicago Evening Journal, falls on its business mannger—in the case of this gest daily in Illinois, Colonel Frederick C. Pierce. Colonel Pierce is one of the busiest men in Chi- cago, a elty of early and late workers. Brain workers in every profession will thank Colonel Pierce for the following statement recently made by him: “For several years I have been troubled with sick headache, caused by constipation; otherwise I have always been in perfect health, and never sick but for two weeks in my life. This sick h he has been very annoying. I have taken a number of “I have recommended it to a number of my filends, who have been benefited ai person whe 1s disposed to constipation it is un- questionably one of the best medicines that there fs on the market today. “Yours respectfully, “Business Manager Chicago E A %& cloud is no surer Indication of a proaching storm than persistent headaches «i dangerous debility. There,is no one specific that can permane Fneadaches unless it goes to the seat of the troubie. e Paiue’s celery compound, where x up of the systom is imperative rator in eases of nervous exhaustion, rapid As +h A mere glance at the faces of weak, nervous, run-down persons after thes have begun to pee this greatest of remedies shoA how rapid ts the nourishing effect of Paing s celery compound. housands npon thousands well today street. He was the one among the many Senators called before the Senate investi- CONAN DOYLE ON AMERICA. greatest of all ends, the consolidation of the English-speaking races. Yours faith~ iS y v c ° fully, A. CONAN DOXLE. He tinny there to reading HeRé Mteratare or | Sating committee of which Mr. Gray was| A Mam Who Has Perceived the Camnen | 7002 trouse, Pyramids, Cairo, December history, or anything which pleases his | chairman who acknowledged that he had ine "Yona “Hina 30, fancy at the moment, speculated in sugar stocks and said he pro- | From the phe 0+ With all his book knowledge, he 1s not pedantic; in fact, he is a delightful modification of the New England type. He was born in New York state, but he never saw the city of New York until he had been elected governor of Minnesota. Out of his public service. Mr. Davis practices law earnestly, and he is One of the most successful criminal advocates !n Minne- sota. = Public and Private Duties, posed to do so again if he felt like it. Quay was reported some time ago to be circulat- ing a book telling his virtues as a political leader with a view to booming himself for the presidency. I credit him with being too shrewd to do a thing like that. One of his fool friends may have done it for him. But pamphlets are likely to be boomerangs. A distinguished citizen of St. Louis learned ey in the first administration of Mr. Cleve- jand. To the Editor of the Times—Sir: An Eng- liskman who travels in the United States ecmes back, according to my experience, with two impressions, which are so strong that they oversh&dow all others. One is of the excessive kindness which is shown to individual Englishmen. The other is of the bitter feeling which appears to exist both 4m the press and-among the public against Austin’s “Ride” Imitated. From the New Yrok ‘Times. Already the parodists have seized upon “Jameson's Ride,” the first contribution which Alfred Austin as laureate made to literature. The London Truth publishes several effusions by nameless poets, modeled after that remarkable piece of work. The best of them ts the following: “Wong! ¥ try. The present ebullition is ! Is it wrong? Well, may be; Senator Gray. of Delaware is anotn-| He was an attorney of high standing. He | his own coun 3 Bot Tt do it. pala all the same. cr lawyer who keeps up his. practice | 88d undertaken some legal work for the| only one of those recurrent crises which 5s ee Fee eee in spite of his public duties, but he has de- clined twice to go into the cabinet, because he believed that in a cabinet position he ought to give up all private business and attend to public duties, Mr. Reed of Maine tells me he finds no time for law practice, but he reads law Industriously and keeps in touch with his profession. Mr. Edmunds never allowed the law to suffer from ne- glect because of his pubic duties when he was in the Senate. He wsed to go from the Senate chamber to the Supreme Court room to try a case and return to his sena> torial duties when it was disposed of: Sena- tor Hill has some practice in the Supreme Court, and he js extending it ali the time. He has begun to realize in recent years that office-holding is not of necessity a perma- nency. Senator Teller told me the other day that he had given up most of his Jaw practice. ‘The Senator has mines which bring him a good income and he has a son, a graduate in law, who looks after his father’s busi- ness interests in Colorado. The young man has an ambition to go to the new mining camp at Creede to practice his profession, but his father has not encouraged it. The Senator's fortunate investments have been entirely in gold mines, so the slump in silver which followed the repeal of the purchssing clause of the Sherman act did not affect him financially. Yet 80 con- scientious is the Colorado Senator that one of his colleagues told me recently he never sawa more pathetic sight than when Mr. Teller, conscious of impending defeat, got up in the Senate to make a final appeal for German government by commission from the German consul at St. Louis, or*possibly the German legation at Washington. This work he had brought to a satisfactory con- clusion, and jn recognition of his services the Emperor of Germany conferred a dec- oration on him. A man of splendid talent, he seemed to have his head turned com- pletely by this honor. He insisted on being addressed as “Sir,” appeared at public en- tertainments with the ribbon of the German emperor and the pendant decoration con- spicuous over his shirtfront, and altogether acted in a most extraordinary way. The climax came when Mr. Cleveland was in- augurated, and this man came to Washing- ton and made-a campaign for appointment as minister to Germany. One of the argu- ments which he presented was a pamphlet bound in cream and gold, setting forth the honors which had been conferred on him by the Emperor of Germany, as a demon- stration. supposably, of the gratitude with which the emperor would receive his ap- pointment as minister at Berlin. If there had been any doubt about the rejection of his name before, it was settled by the cir- culation of that pamphlet. The President promptly appointed another minister to Germany. GEORGE GRANTHAM BAIN. The Salts in the Occan. From Appleton’s Popular Sclence Monthly. The salts of the sea have fed throughout all time countless living things which have thronged Its water and whose remains now form the rocks of continents or lie spread have marked the whole history of the two nations. The feeling is always smoulder- ing, and the least breath of discussion sets it in a blaze. I believe, and have long be- Meved, that the greatest danger which can threaten our empire is the existence of this spirit of hostility in a nation which is al- ready great and powerful, but which is destined to be far more so in the future. | Our statesmen have stood too long with best hopes ds well’as our gravest dangers theymust turn the other way. As to the cause of this feeling, it is not so urréasoiiable ‘as Englishmen usually ecnten#. It is the fashion among us to ap- pertion the blame between the Irish-Amer- ican and the politician who is in search of his vote. But no ‘such superficial explana- tion as this can cover the fact that the governors of thirty American states should unhesitatingly indorse a presidential mes- sege which obviously leads straight to war. A dislike so widely spread and so fierce in its expression cannot be explained by the important animosity of the Celtic Irishman. Few Englishmen could be found now to ccntend that we were justified in’ those views of taxation which brought on the first American war, or in the question of searching neutral vessels which was the main cause of the second. This war of 1812 would possibly only occupy two pages out of 500 in an English history, but it bulks very large in an American one, and has left many bitter memories behind it. Then there was the surly attitude which Eng- land adopted toward the states after they their faces toward the east. To discern our ; Tun off for to crack that crib! wigs adie” f law; * jaw! af in stopper ob that they calls a ‘crime. “I Lave ‘kids,’ three boys and a daughter, And their mcther, I've got her, too, for gas and water burglar do? r ar ‘om shnittrig, ¥ ‘art with conrage glow Is this, then, a time for doubting Ht alitt—so, my pals, bere gous! . . “I don't mind a bit of a bustle, And a scrimmage ain't half bad fan; S 1ather.too much of a to on the bobiies is four to on T ain't, quit aoft a8 butter, Rut I When the: “I was wi And to do But what, w forbids; Tet with a g of 2 criminal band, know that that Poet The Survival of the Fittest. From Life. silver in the last Congress. Mr. ‘Teller's | In beds of unknown thickness over 60,000,- | RAd won thelr, Independence, the repeated | Friend—“Have you made any more Investments in mines have been always | 000 square miles of the 143,000,000 square | the attack upon an American frigate by a vassal dies ‘ee precants ‘or cash, and he has let slip many oppor- ¢ ° i é = : anager—“Yes, I've dropped out the for cash, and he has, let slip many oppor | miles of the ocean's floor; they have lent | British fifty-gun ship in time of peace not take mining stock in exchange for legal services. One of thém he told me on a| the land and all the-cora! islands of the aes ‘Of the Oregon lite, the settlement —s02 train coming east a few years ago—though | sea, and there are at present, on the basis | of the Maine and New Brunswick line, and, Ha, 1 before repeating it I want to say that the ‘ Senator's tone was not one of regret. The remembrance of his experience, in fact, seemed to afford him a great deal of amuse- ment. Escaped Being a Millionnire. The Robert E. Lee mine at Leadville was in litigation. The Senator was one of the attorneys in the case and the owners offer- ed him a one-third interest in the mine for his services. He declined to accept this, saying he preferred cash. Then they of- fered him, when the title of the mine was settled, a one-third interest for .cash, agree- ing that they would let him owe the pur- chase money until the product of the mine paid it. Even then the Senator would not go in. A year afterward, he met one of the owners of the mine who told him that another man had taken his place, putting up cash for a one-third interest in the property, and that he had cleared $900,000 from it. I fancy the’Senator was a little envious at the time, Buty # be was, he has recovered his evenness ofmind since. He laughs now over hislescafe from being a miilionaire. 2 i A great many publié méh have let oppor- tunities like this slip fnrobgh their fingers. One of the historic egperisices of that kind was Senator Don Camerth's. He hai a chance to buy a heavy interest in the Bell telephone for a few thousand dollars. They would be today as m¥iny fiilions if he had invested them. But the SeWator trem Penn- sylvania, though heCis a! good deal of a speculator, is not mtich 6f a hand for in- ventions. Mr. Brice?*on ‘the other hand, will “speculate in afiythifg—if he sees a chance to make a friend by doing so. Brice Himself made his fortune speculating in rafl- roads and the story of the way he forced Vanderbilt to buy the Nickel Plate road is a matter of history. He went to Jay Gould and asked him to buy !the property. Gould laughed at him. Then he suggested that Gould could help hing sell it to the Vander- bilts, who had refused to buy it in the be- lief that they had only. to wait a certain length of time till Brice would be forced to drop it. Gould’s enmity .o the Vanderbilts made him a willing party to the scheme and. he agreed to go over the Nickel Plate road in an observation car as though he were inspecting the property with a view of buying it. He made the trip rather leisure- ly and the papers were full of the report that Gould wanted to buy the Nitkel Plate. The Vanderbiits became frightened and gave Brice his price for the property— which was-a fortunate thing for Brice, as his capital was exhausted and, he would not Have been able to hold out much longer, About Quay, the substance to build the fringing reefs of of an average salinity of 3% per cent, in the 290,700,000 cubic miles of water which make up the oceans, 90,000,000,000,000,000 tons, or 10,173,000 cubic miles, of salt. This is sufti- cient to cover the areas of all the lands of the earth with a uniform layer of salt to a depth of 1,000 feet. It seems that the sea was made salt in the beginning as a part of the grand de- sign of the Creator to provide for the sys- tem of evolution which has been going on since the creation. Many distinct species of living organisms exist in the sea as a re- sult of its salinity, and their remains have largely contributed to the growth of conti- nents. The three great factors in account- ing for the system of currents in the ocean, by which it becomes the great heat distrib- utor of the globe, are changes of tempera- ture, the winds, and salinity. The last mentioned becomes an important factor through the immediate and essential differ- ences of specific gravity and consequent differences of level that it produces in dif- ferent parts of the ocean through the ac- tion of evaporation and rainfall. Se Her Heart Was Moved. From the Cleveland Post. “Now that, aunty,” said young Phathed, “is Tumbles, the half back——” Aunt Sarah—“En how wuz th’ pore feller hurt?” | in the gridiron!” * “Forever! Did they trust that simple lookin’ feller to try to cook for "em?" “Freddie, the floor?” why did you,drop the baby on After the war there was the Florida dis- finally, the hostile attitude of most of our press at the time of the civil war. Since then we have had two burning questiens, that of the Alabama claims and that of the Bering sea fisheries, culminating in this of Venezuela. The history of his country, then, as it presents itself to an American, is simply a long succession of quarrels with ourselves, and how can it be wonderel at if he has now reached that chronic state of sensitiveness and suspicion which we have not outgrown ourselves in the case of the French? If we are to blame as a community for some at least of these unfortunate historic- al incidents, we are even more to blame as individuals for the widespread bitterness which is felt against us. We have never had a warm, ungrudging word of heartfeit “praise for the great things which our kins- men have done, for their unwearying in- dustry, their virtues in peace, their dogged- ness in war, their unparalleled clemency when. war was over. We have always fastened upon the small, rude details and overlooked the great facts behind. In our shocked contemplation of an expectoration upon the floor we have lost sight of uni- versal suffrage and equal education. Our travelers, from Mrs. Trollope and Dickens onward, have been surprised that the ver- satile hard-working men, who often com- bined ten trades in one to adapt themselves to the varying needs of a raw-growing community, had not the manners of Ox- ford or the repose of Sussex. They could not unders‘and that this rough vitality and cverbearing energy which carried them mentary defects which must go with un- usual virtues. Of all English travelers to the states, there was hardly one who did not make mischief with his reminiscences vnul, in-our own days, Mr. Bryce did some- thing to rectify the balance. And our want of charity and true insight is the more inexcusable since no one has written more charmingly of England than Washington Irving, Emerson and Holmes. Our journals and public men are in the habit now, as a rule, of alluding to America and Americans in the most friendly way, and that must in time have its effect, if recent unhappy events do not change it. We should, in my opinion, lose no opportunity of doing those little graceful acts of kindness which are the practical sign of a brotherly sentiment. Above all I should like to see an Anglo- American Society started in London, with branches all over the empire, for the pur- pose of promoting good feeling, smoothing over friction, laying literature before the public which will show them how strong are the arguments in favor of an Anglo- American alliance, and supplying the Eng- lish press with the American side of the ‘through their task implied those comple-~ rest of the plot to make room for another song and dance.” From Harper's Bazar. Mrs. Cawker—“It is said that the Falls at Niagara are wearing away rapidly.” Mr. Cawker—“I don’t wonder at that. A great many people take a hack at Niagara Falis. A Sheep With Iis Head Upside Down. From the Philadelphia Record. Aq interesting freak of nature which has engaged the attention of most prominent veterinary surgeons of t@® city is a sheep perfectly sound in every respect, ex- cept that the head is curiously twisted out of its normal position, being turned com- pletely upside down, the crown resting upon the animal's breast. The freak, which sWers to the name of Twist, was recently imported by the present owners from Nov: Scotia, after a great display of tape” on the part of the customs official Twist is a twin, and he and his mate were both born with this curious malforma~ tion eight months ago. The mate died, but Twist was reared on the bottle by the chil- dren of the sheep farmer. Now he feeds himse!f, but he can eat his food only from his head lie the ground, and he I: s to pus! do’ between his formezs can't lift his head above his breast at Mr. A. H. Cransby of 158 Kerr Street, Memphis, Tenn., writes that his wife had. cancer which had taten two large holes In her breast, and which the best physicians of the surrounding country treated, and Pronouneed incurable. Her grand- moter and aunt had died of Canee ai when told this, the most eminent specialists of New York, under whose treatment she was placed, declared he- case was hopeless. All “reat- ment having failed, she was given up 10 die, SSS was recom- mended, and, astonishing as it may seem, a few bottles cured her sound and well, Our treatise on this @isease will be sent free to any address. “Well, I heard everybody say it is a bounc- | question, and vice versa. Such an organi- Quay fs as gool a speculator as Brice,|ing baby and I wanted to sec it bounce. | zation would, I am sure, be easily founded, SPIE SERED 00, though he is nat so-conspicuous in the froth. . and woulg do useful work toward that! _ —— =