Evening Star Newspaper, November 14, 1896, Page 14

THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 14, 1896—TWENTY-FOUR PAGES. i | ome time,” yut it The nes man, yet. rei n't come: oyster beds of Chese sin exte alone are 2,000 squa: t. end while the oysters ther ‘obably not as plentiful they wer years ago, there is still a gocd supply, notwithstand- F number dredged yearly. Of late ing to 2d off th> coast of the C plinted in the Chesapeake bay When the ocean oyster is first} it 1s too salt to eat. In several} . however, it loses its tery and very | and soon increases size. | ters are plentiful ail along Long Island sound, and gocd, too, yet the great | taken from Chesapeake bay, the | 1 of which is over 30,009,000 dredged yea taste eee # * Some housekeepers are as much terested in the color of their bread as are in the other qualities of the flour used by them,” observed an extensive bake-, | “and are consequently anxious to know the | exact color the will be when made from the they buy. My experience t the color that flour will give to bread can best be ascer- tained by placing a flattened bail of dough made therefrom on a piece of color- ss windew glass and allowing it to stand { twenty-four hours. By then looking at the | m of the ball of dough through the on which it rests, the exact color will This is the test given by the co: in- he: bread flour is missary department of the army to officers Whose duties are to buy flour which is to be | used by the army. It is perfect in its} character, and is so simple that he or she | who runs can read it. Personally, I do not | care much about the color of bread, but | many do, and these aesthetic tastes have to be gratified. When flour makes ‘pretty | bread’ it always does so at the expense of | other things, and many of the best quali- | ties of the wheat are taken from it, of the | s that e bone and muscle, 'so that | bre is not exactly the best for | a food after ail.” x eK KK the same There are m in line another ny baking pow- on tne market, good, bad and ind!ffer- ent. The great majority of them are not injurior ough some of them are posi- tively ful. The Department of Agri. culture some years ago made a thorous examinati tion and tes ny into the baking powder ques- sd over fifty brands ch The result was recommended that cepers to be on the safe side, eco- lily and otherwise, should manufac- baking powders. They several formulas, but gave are popular in the market. that the department a prefere to a powder made as follows: Cream of tartar, two parts, bicarbon- ate of soc pari. ( pow cream of ta | tour carbonate of sea | and « 2 be relied upon. | It is ¢ etter than any of the | pepul on sale, will go further and is more factory in many ways.” ee ve the Li coln tree af- of the White House had to cut it down, nd level cff the ground. torm in the matter of trees respect to these which had The Lincoln ar and Navy Depart- t to the White House, had always been ! out by the guides to visitor: y tree about the grounds whi planted President Lincoln. President and has net planted any ; Fn janted an: tree in the grounds. We will have om dy for nim to plant soon. It may be | the will plant a tree in the exact spot Lincoln tree : 00d, so as to pre- if he does not, can have that honor resent there is nothing trees to indicate who though almost every one rees has a history. It has | and may eventually sug, ed of placing a neat Bs od i 5.80 at the base | eh of the principal trees indicating | ed." My experience has been that messen- sers in the departments, as a rule, e, save more money than clerks, though their salaries are on) about one-half that re- ved by cler! Said a department cierk who ras served nearly forty years in tae n my own office the only man an be depended upon to loan money ‘lerks are oecasionally short is the when ard by whom it was piant. * service who ser. He always has a spare five or ten dollars to loan to the end of the morth, and he frequently accommodates five or six cierks dur! the month wi small loans. { esa F e in other of that I know of. There are but few ciecke who can manage to save any money though some of them try to do so + hard. Of course clerks occupy a differ positicn from messengers in the sox 5 there are as a con: nds upon them. r and hs ‘The: wns a z stock in the same. Al! of this may be the clerks, but it is aj xt * oe x reminiscences in The Star of | ay.” volunteered one of the tants, “recalls io my memory euses which exhibited in shington ng the past fifty years. | eu S circus ,as it was called, red here for several years and gave perfomances in a building now used as a livery stable in the rear of the The circ last Saty olde tional Hotel, some time in the 4's. The per- formance was somewhat different trom that given by circus companies of recent ‘3 in that it consisted of a stage and a ring performance as well. Some of the! play was given on the stage, which was removed revealed the circus ring. Claude Duvall and the rs ard villains could be and Here Dick Turpin other seen run away with the beautiful and innocent young woman and the chase after them and theic capture by others on horse- back was v realistic and exciting. “I remember attending a_ performance there once while President Polk was the Pre He with a member of his cabi- net w sent. The star of the circus, who w a very fine rider, had to capture a young lady and ride off with her. ‘the apturing party fired horse pisicls at him nd the ring a dozen the capture was _et- The star was a Tittle bit excited to nis fellow robbers he to his comrades, ‘You seize the Fouse while I set fire to the girl,’ and away he rode with the girl in his This expression was used the fol- day by a southern Congressman in te in the Hovse of Representatives, is very violent it ition to a message t President Polk was as strong- ly in favor of. circus companies also in dif- rs gave performances in the middle of Louisiana avenue at the corner of 10th s Circus performances were also frequently given on the vacant lot at the corner of New York avenue and lath street. Dr. Thayer gave a circus performance in a large frame building, where the public hack stand now, fs at the corner of 7th street and Pennsylvanta avenue, during the winter of the urst INGS | ganization of the governmen | dreds, and fin: ‘in, EARD | EEN?>: the great attrac: ‘rated pair of trained alued at 325,000," xe OK OK “Some of the old furniture in use In the departments, and particularly in the older departments, would today, if it could be sold, bring many t!mes what it cost,” re- n.arked an expert on antique furniture who had been allowed to examine it. “I was much surprised,” he said, “to find so much oid furniture in ihe State Department. ere are tables and desks in use there which have beer uscd almost since the or- The same ig the case in the Treasury, War and Navy Departments. In many of the rooms of the latter there are a number of desks and tables that have been in constant use for from sixty to seventy-five years, and they are as sound as they were a half century ago, barring a few dents and scratches caused by moving them about. he Interior Depzrtment, Department of e and Agricultural Department are practically new institutions as compared with the other departments, but even they have some fine antiques. Originally the De- partment of Agriculture did its pu: ore esk, with the aid of one table. That department then consisted of one man, and a small man at that. He had a reom in the basement of the Patent Olfice building. In a few years three men were employed, and next came Mr. Joseph Wilson, who was made chief of the other three. Afterward he was designated as commissioner of agri- culture, and ke had six clerks allowed him. The force grew steadily until. before Mi Wilson passed away it had grown into hur ly got so large-that a sepa- rate building had to be erected for it. That original desk and chair is still in daily use the Department of Agriculture. The bu- reau of education, later on, did its business on one desk with one chair.” ok OK OK OF Turkeys are now being fattened for Thanksgiving. That day may be consid- ered to usher in this noble bird as a deli- cacy for the dinner table. For some rea- son turkeys are never really good until the cold weather sets in, the meat does not seem to have the same flavor before frost that it does afterward. Perhaps the finest turkeys are those raised in Pennsylvania, where the people know more about good living than in any cther section of the country. Many of these birds are sent from the west to our markets, but they are inferior in flavor to those grown in the east. Farmers in this part of the country take great care in feeding their fowls, a branch of the busi- ress which is neglected in the west. A lerge proportion of the turkeys sold bere me from Maryland and Virginia, which preduce very fine birds. ‘The turkeys we eat came from Mexico criginaily. ‘They were taxen from there to Europe by the Spaniards, who bred them tor the table. ‘They were liked so much that they spread alt over the old world, and afterward brought across the sea domesticated in the United . wild turkey, which is a very belongs to an entirely diff ent species. {t has no white meat at even its breast being dark. ‘The wild tur- key can still be found in Mexico, and is the same as our tame bird SS — LOST A POCKET BOOK. Awd year of the war, which was mules, which he v were A Basiness Man's Advertisement and What Happened. “Found—A pocket book, containing a sum of money. Owner can have same by apply- ing at Room 4%, Blank bldg., and identify- ‘That was the advertisement which Mr. Bilton recently inserted in The Star. He had found a dark green purse on the side- walk while on his y to the office, and, after advertising it, went on with his regu- lar business. The next morning a group of men and boys stood about the door to his office, and he was regarded eagerly by the watchers en he passed in. The office boy immediately announced that a man wanted to “see about that pocket book.” ‘The man, who was long on whiskers and short on cuffs, was ushered into the office, and Mr. Bilton asked: “Well, did you lose a pocket book?” “Yes, sir; and it had some money in it.” When it came to a question of color the itor hesitated and finally said “black.” How much money did it contain?” “Well, er, I can’t say exactly,” replied the visitor. “Was there more or less than ten dol- lai Yes—that is, there was—more,” said the ran, breathing deeply, as if he had cast the die. “It is not yours,” said Mr. Bilton. morning.” ‘The man with the whiskers walked out and joiued the group. A shabby young man, wearing a golf cap, next essayed to prove ownership. He said the pocket book was not black, but a “‘sorter reddish yeller, that some people might call brown.” In fact, he said, it might be called by any of those names. In answering an inquiry as to the amount contained in the purse, the young man said: “I can't place it exactly, but I. know there was between five and ten dollars in —_ It's not yours. Good morning,” said the besiness man, affably. ‘The young man with the golf cap walked down the street with those who waited outside. “There ain't as much as five,” he | told them, “and it ain't red nor yeller nor trown. You guessed black, didn't you, yhiskers?”” ain't black,” replied Whiskers. ‘The next perscn to appear to Mr. Bilton was a young man with a pink shirt, blue siriped cuffs and a green tie. He’ wore damaged yellow shoes and smoked a cigar- ette. “Good morning,” he said. “I lost a pocket bcok, y'know, and I guess the one you put in the paper is it. It was green, and had some change in it. There wasn't as much as five dotlars, though.” “Was the amount nearer five than one?" asked Mr. Bilton, quietly. “Yes, sir.” “Then this is not your purse, although it is green.” “Well, I guess I made a mistake,” said the sporty man. “I guess it was a little less than two-fifty, ‘No, sir; it's not yours,” said the busi- ness man. “Good mornin: Mr. Bilton had three other visitors with- in a half hour, who stated that they had lost a dark green pocket book, containing a “Good } sum variousiy estimated at $2, $1 and fifty cents. The last visitor in making his re- port to his companions said: “Say, it just me sick. That guy ain’t been doing a thing but having the laugh on us while | We was a-lyin’ to beat the band. Say! How much do you guess was in that pocket beok? One cent! Yes, sir. One cent! and the pocket book ain't worth that much. De bicke just put in the ad. to get a laugh on somebody. If it hadn’t been for that, he said, it woutin’t been worth while to put it in the paper at all.” —_—>—__. He Was Reading. From Harper's Weekly. Wife—“John Meekwon Spillkins, what are you up to nuw? Reading? Humph! The idea of a man sitting. down and reading a book when there are things to do about the house, furnaces to fix, trunks to be carried j upstairs, and a piano to be moved. It’s a pity I wasn’t your mother and had charge of your bringing up. A nice specimen of a man you are. The father of a family and the head of a household. ‘ell me this in- stant what you are reading. Hubbie—“My dear, I am reading the ‘Taming of the Shrew.” THE SLEEPING MARINE He was picking his way, with many a roll and lurch and pitch, along the avenue at Lafayette Square about 1 o'clock a few mornings ago. He appeared to be finding navigation ashore distinctly difficult. His gait spoke both of grog and of years of deck-sliding on beam-ended ships, typhoon- assailed. He wore the uniform of a blue- Jacket of the American navy, with the rat- ing badge of a gunner’s mate on his star- beard arm. He was a navy tar of the olden lime, and had a look of the “Tuscarora” frigate about him—a captain of the fore- top, not a “bright-work” sailor of the new steel ships. His cap was cocked over his left eye, and the dangling ends of his cep ribbon tickled nis nose. Cruises in many a soutnern clime had berry-hued his white- bearded countenazce. Shcrtening sail in the teeth of many a furious blast had gnarled nis hands. He pulled up across from the treasury and hailed a navy yard bound cable trai Heave to, till I board ye!” he sho to the gripman, who promptly hove to, az was boarded. ‘The old deep water man si into a front seat in the open car, and was peacefully slumbering’ in half a minute. ‘The other seats were pretty well filled with night workers homeward bound. At 12th street another bluejacket, a good deal younger than his shipmate on the forward seat, got on the car. He was wide awake and sober, and took a seat away aft, r having sized up the old boat- swain's mate from the tail of his ey: At 10th street the passengers on the car sttrtled to hear a shrill, prolonge followed by a hourse, deep vel ing: p; ali hands!” d around, but the sailor man in the rear seat wus seemingly absorbed in gazing at his lye-blackened nails. The vd tar forward stirred uneasily in his slee and then nodded off again. Shortly ther was auother piercing whistle, succeeded by the same deep bawl: ta-a-and by hammocks!” The rear-end tar still looked innocent, bui the passengers this time got on to him. They grinned. ‘The old heavy weath- er salt forward again moved restlessly at the familiar ship's call, but did not awaken. Another ear-splitting whistle, and the deep bellow “Awa-a-ay whale oat!” But the slumbering old boatswain’s mate was too iar gene to be aroused, although he mumbled something and shifted his po- sition sleepily. This time there was a fusil- de of boatswain’s whistles, and howls to e the dead: ‘Sta-a-and by scrub ‘n w Awl-ll ha-a-ands up anchor! “Coal ship! roari clothes! ‘One ha-and at the wheel and one at the cat-head to relieve the watch “In stu-nsails “AW 1 ha-a-ands to muster! y aft the liberty party! “O-o-overhaul batteries!” But the old salt slept on. Then his ship- mate in the rear seat rose to his feet, let out a whistle like the highest note of a steam calliope and fairly shoute “Awl-l-ll ha-a-ands bury the dead!" The old-timer jumped as if something had stung him, and was wide awake in an i stant. He turned around in his seat a discovered his tormenting shipmat. looked at him in deep disgust, and sai “Pipe down, ye lubber. You'll be sewed up in your bloomin’ hammock in time enough! Then the two got off together and went toward the navy yard gate arm in arm. > JILSON’S SHIRT STUDS. MR. s About the Wardrobe. me late and was in a hur- ry. He was going out to dinner and had erly a few minutes to shave and don his dress suit. Jilson does not like to be late at a dinner party; in fact, he prides himself vpon being prompt at all times. He would have asked Mrs. Jilson to put the buttons and studs in his dress shirt, but he remem- bered an awful experience he once had after a suggestion of this kind, and re- frained. It's another story, as Rudyard Kipling would say. Jilson came ir. from the bath room, where he had beea sitaving. Blood was creeping down his cain, for in hs haste he hat gashed his face. Snatching a shirt from a drawer, he began rummaging in the cus- temary place for the studs. As he did not get them he was soon muttering like an Archibald Clavering Gunther novel. “I can't find my studs anywhere,” he said, in a cold, hard tone, meant to be severe, but yet intended to show that he kept his tempe: it does beat all where they've gone to. “What is the matter?” asked Mrs. Jilson from the next room. “I can’t find my shirt studs,” said Jilson, in a tone which was meant to imply that Mrs. Jilson could tell where they were. ‘Oh, those little studs are in my white shirt waist which hangs up in the closet back of the bed,” said Mrs. Jilson. Jilson made a rush for the closet and tore down a dozen or more articles of feminine apparel before he found the shirt waist with the siuds. ‘I wish you would get studs of your own,” he snapped out as he removed the studs from her garment and put them in his own. “You men have nicer studs than I can get,” said Mrs. Jilson without a tremor. “My cuff buttons are gone,” shouted Jil- son, a moment later. “Have you got the: hid somewhere, too?” “They are in the green silk waist, which hangs right next the white waist’ in t! same closet,” responded Mrs. Jiison, after giving herself time for reflection. As this was one of the articles piled on the floor in a heap it was some time before Jilson re- covered it. He finally came to the surface amid perspiration and profanity. “If I coulda’t dress without swearing, said Mrs. Jilson, with severity, “I would stop going out.” “TI don't seem to have any collar buttons,” howled J'lscn, without taking time to reply to the last remark. “Have you got them stowed away in some of your mannish apparel?” + “You are fortunate if they are lost,” said Mrs. Jilson; “I have tried every one of them and they are usel The back of my neck fs sore where they have cut into it, and I have had to give up wearing col- lars for a day or two. Why don’t you get decent collar buttons: ‘Where are they? Where are they?" yell- ed Jilson, and he mumbled something that was not very complimentary to women who were wearing men’s clothes. Mrs. Jilson produced the missing but- tons and Jilson’s dressing proceeded for a few mirfutes without interruption. “What have you done with my cuff fast- erers?” shouted Jilson. “Well, you needn’t wake the children,” said Mrs. Jilson. “I don't know where your cuff fasteners are. any cuff fasteners Jilson danced about the rcom like a maniac. “My cuff fasteners are gone; no cne would take them but you; no one would meddle with my things; no one would wear my clothes but you. Now, where are they? ‘They are to fasten my cuffs to my sleeves, like this; and Jilson illustrated with a broken fastener. “Oh, those things?” said M Jilson, smiling. “Yes, 1 took them. I used them to fasten up my bicycle trousers where I lost a button yesterday.” Mrs. Jilson was then in ker bicycle costume, and upon the firm demand of Jilson went after the fasteners, which were produced after some delay. ‘You men ave so troublesome,” said Mrs. Gilson. “Why didn’t you say what you wanted in the first place without all this fuss? Here you have been dancing about, upsetting everything, throwing down my clothes, losing your temper, all because you don’t know what you want. You'll be late for your dinner, now,” she added, as Jilson struggled into his coat and started down the stairs. “And don’t lay the blame on your wife, as men always do.” Jilson banged the decor, and somezhing that sounded like ““d—— the new woman!" floated up from the vestibule. — TECHNICAL LANGUAGE. I didn’t know you hed A Borrowed Word That Conveyed the Iden. This young woman's father had spent hundreds of dollars trying to teach her music and painting, but it didn’t cost him a cent for her to learn to ride a bicycle. Al she needed was a borrowed wheel and a piece cf smooth pavement. It was deter- mined that she should learn to Play the pipe-organ. She was listening to the performance of a skillful organist, and she observed that while both the performer's hands were busy with the high notes of the instru- ment, he introduced into the harmonies, every now and then, a series of notes of great depth and vgume. She was moved to inquire how this was accomplished. “A well-equipped organ,” her father ex- plained, “enables a player to use his feet as well as his ds. That is known as pedaling.” 3S The rich and por erful strains were suc- ceeded by a very adft portion of the com- pesition. As the music became more and more subdued, she-remarked: “That 1s ever so nice.” “It is a master! composition, and he played it well.” — i “Yes. It seemed very striking in the part where he pedated. But it Seemed to me that where he showed ‘his real skill was toward the last,,i@ the portion where he seemed to be badk-pedaling. —— < PHENOMENON. AN EQUINE A Horse That Should Have Been a Thoroughbred for Obvious Reasons. No man on earth is so generally avoided as is the man who launches puns, puissant or puny, at his friends, though sometimes one is perpetrated that is sufficiently apro- pos to be almost excusable. Washington has a punster of that kind, and he got off a pun of that kind about four days ago. The punster has a friend who is a great horseman, and the other afternoon, as he was walking along Connecticut avenue on his way home, the equestrian friend came down the street on a canter, and whirled up tothe curb. And the horse he was riding was nota beauty. On the contrary, it was a bang-tail bunch of bones that looked as if it ought to be called Bicycle, because it couldn't stand up when it stopped. “Hello!” sung out the rider, “how do you like my new horse?” “Is he new?” dra doesn't look like it.” _ “He is, just the same. I got him yester- ay “Where did he come from?” “From Loudoun county. “What is he?” “He's a thoroughbred. The punster took a careful survey of the animal from all sides. “Umer,” he said, slowly, “I don't know as to his being thoroughbred, but I’m sure he isn’t thoroughmeat.” led the punster. “He “Get some good preparation and wash them yourself and your flannels won't shrink. “They ought to be thoroughly dry in an hour from now.” “His duds are dry enough. I'll give the bables a chance.” “Sure, sur, your clothes have been in the house dry this half hour.”’"—Life. A MISTAKEN FUGITIVE There is nothing on the map to show where Crimson Gulch is. If there were; Perhaps the young man from the east would have kept out of the place, for he knew it by reputation. An emotional dis- Position is a dangerous quantity in that community, and the commercial man who had strayed into the place with no other object in view than the introduction of a new brand of soap felt that he had made a mistake in not being patient under the bersitlage showered upon him as a tender- foot. He had been riding for eighteen hours on a horse he had hastily purchased for the occasion. His haste was due to the fact that a Derringer in his hands had re- sponded too faithfully to his aim. He knew that 4 number of citizens from the Gulch were in pursuit of him, for every now and then he caught sight of a party rid:ng on his trail, and whenever this occurred a sa- lute of firearms took place. Utteriy ex- hausted, he resolved to meet his fate like a inan, He thought with unseitish regret of the bereavement which the soap busi- § appeared avout to sustain, and he re- io leave nothing undone which clo- quence in:ght accomphsh. When the lez vt tus pursuers arrived at the spot w. he had taken his stand, he v up both hhands. “Stranger bis hand, trouble.” “I'm sorry for that,"” was the answ: We don’t begrudge it, however, now thet we've caught yer. But I must say ez how yer modesty hez tired out more good hosses than a round-up of steers. We're afraid ye sol a ruther unfavorable impression of the hospitalities of Crimson Guich.” teeth it wasn’t any chrysanthemum ea. “We ain’t hankerin’ fur strangers. We've got a small population, but it’s Lvely an’ We doa’t wanter tire out the census taker. t We know one another an’ we're acquainted weth ore another's weak points, an’ we ain't likely ter have no ‘special cathe | sald a man with a paper in “ye’'ve made us a heap of until some maverick breaks through the corrail, same ez you did.” The commercial man looked around the | lenuscapejaotica omy With sage brush, and wondered what they expected to tie the Tope to. “The feller ez you puctured wus Piute Pete. He was the only man thet couldn't accommouate husseil ver cur ideas of myni- cipal gover'nent, especially the rules ‘an’ 1egulauons of a poker game. He was the quickest hand with a gun in the county, yuk advantage of the fact on several Cccasious ter make a four-card flush beat ty or better. A number of our tried ter persuade ium | but Piute Pete ailus got the drop on "em. Now, sir, this here paper—" What's the use of dragging out the cere- That paper's a warrant for my ar- st. You Want just enough legal formality about the thing to keep it from beng aj cold-blooded lynching. The spokesman looked hurt. ~ No, su," he answered; “this ain't nd Warrant. “We xssembied immediate after the sheotin’ an’ agreed thet nobody could Of wiped out Piuie 2 eke r foot weth nerve. Nobody else could ke: him off his guard. ‘This paper contains resolutions of respeck, signed by the lead:n’ cry 3. liese geniicmen an’ imyself is a committee ter tender ye the keys of the city an’ extend ye every hos- bP Hansen Guin kin atord, in- cludin’ anything ye like ter drink, an’ a stack of blue chips at the~faro bank. > SOLU, A TRIBL TO ART. The Maid of Milesin and the Benuti- Venus de Medici. Somewhere in Washington—just where is not nei ry to the main point at issue in this short article on the development and undevelopment of art in the national capi- a mansion presided over by a woman of wealth and refinement. She is a most tic woman, too, and in her house are some unusually fine pieces of painting and statuary. There is also a Milesian maid, by name Maggie, who knows a deal more abcut house-cleaning than she does about sculpture, and Maggie has been trying for 4 long time to cullivate her taste up to the point of properly appreciating the painted arved beauty with which she datly s in conta Not many days ago the mistr maid were going over the ho: and broom, putting it in e: a musicale that was to be artists and fashionables, the mistress observed that the maid on three several oc- casions passed by with cold neglect of cloth and brush a beautiful - of the Venus , in an alcove just off the hall. Maggie,” she cailed, “why don’t you brush the dust off of this figure? “Which wan, mem?” inquired eeie, with great innocence. “The Venus there in the alcove, of course. See,” and the lady touched it with her and the » with brush pecial order for ven to a few Yis, ma’m,” confessed Maggie, “but 1 do be thinking for a long time, mem, that there aht to be something on it, mem. It was a delightful and logical exc Perhaps, but the lady could scarcely cept it, and Maggie’s brush removed even tbe dusty drapery she wished to jeave. = as £N OPTICAL ILL ON. A Similarity That Was Discovered in the Meck of Time. A Washington young wom:n who collects autographs is the envy of her feminine a quaintences. She has secured the sigua- ture of the new Turkish minister. The -c- centric inscription might be anything else, so far as the impression which it conveys to the Anglo-Saxon eye is concerned, but its authenticity is indisputable, and its yal- ue is great in the eyes of its possessor. She had been suffering with an attack of malaria, and the physician had left a pre- tion. Her mother, after the doctor's departure, picked up a piece of paper, and was almost out of the room when a cry of anguish arrested her. “Be careful of it! the daughter ex- ed. “What are you going to do with was the response. 0. Don't you see what you are hand- ling in that careless way? It’s the Turkish minister's autograph.’ Her mother looked at it carefully, laid it down, and with a grave countenance said: “My dear girl, you don’t know what a narrow escape you have had.” “You mean I'came very near losing the autograph? “Worse than that. There is nations of materia medica might have been doing deadly work if you had not spoken. I didn’t notice the writing on the autograph carefuily, or I might not have made the mistake; but I was just Toe qereend) it to the drug store to have led! no telling sr QUESTION OF LUCK. A Citation That Clinched the Other Side of the Argument. “I hate to hear people say there's no such thing as luck,” remarked the melan- choly Mr. Doiittle. “I don’t see why,” his wife rejoined. “Because it isn’t true,” he returned with asperity. “A man can go on trying and trying, and never get along. And some other person will go ahead and tumble into good things without making any effort whatever.” “Hiram, no great man has succeeded without hard work.” “That's the kind of talk you always hear. But nine times out of ten it is all owing to the opportunity that presented itself. For- tune just seems to lie in wait to kidnap some men. Look at Sir Isaac Newton. His name {fs handed down from generation to generation. And why? Simply because he was sitting under a tree and an apple happened to drop on him. You can’t pre- tend that a man is in a position to claim superior merit simply because, through no action or preference of his own, he gets hit in the head with an apple, can you?” ‘No, Hiram.” “Then con't tell me about there not be- ing any such thing as luck.” “It seems to me that you've chosen a poor example in support of your argu- ment. The case of Isaac Newton goes to show that the difference is in the people. If it had been some men that I know of instead of Newton, the first thing they would have done after the apple fell would have been to go into the house and moan for the arnica bottle; then they would have spent two or three hours of precious time talking about their bad luck.” THE SUMMER GIRL. And How She Trents Her Acquaint- mees of That Period. It happened on Massachusetts avenue about three weeks ago. The girl in the case made her debut last winter and her first appearance as a sum- mer girl during the season just passed. She is, therefore, young, and being a Washington girl is, therefore, pretty. She isn’t so extremely rich as she is 89 extremely swell, and part of the summer was passed in a locality noted rather for the superiority of its natural beauty and healthfulness than the swaggerness of its set, nd here she met quite a number of people, including something like a dozen young men :o whom she was so charming | that she hadn't a bit of trouble in mak- ing every other girl at the hotel envious to the point of ugliness. One of these young men happened to be a Washingtonian who holds a respon- sible position in one of the big stores of the capital, and as he was nicer than any | of the others, she did not hesitate to show bim the preference on all occasions. Naturally he began to dream dreams and to be thankful that she lived in ihe same town he did and that the future might | mean greai joy and gladness to n, not- withstanding he would be able to bask in the light of her presence not longer than the two short weeks of his vacaton. So the course of things ran along and he told her good-bye with a great hope in his heart and went back to iis Counter to wait till she should come in the autumn time. As stated in the opening lines of this screed it happ»ned about three weeks ag He met her con Massachusetts av much to his surprise, for he had heard nothirg from her since the summer, and there was no notice of her arrival in the society celumns of the papers. “Why, how do you do?” he exclaimed, rushing forward. She seemed to be startled, and did not respond. “Have you forgotten me?” he asked, smil- ing all over at the good joke he thought he had on her. “Certainty, Mr. Blank,” she replied treez- ingly, and with never a word more she swept by him, and today he wonders what it is that is funny in the pictures and things the comic papers have about the summer girl and her short memory. oS THE DANGER OF DRINK. Intended to Be Convivial, but Actual- ly Gave Aid to a Rival. The judge had been to a temperance meeting, and on his way home out in the Capitol Hill neighborhood he grew talk- ative. “I confess,” he said, with the dignity of an ex-county judge holding a $1,200 position in the Treasury Department, “that tho’ I go to temperance meetings with great regu- larity, I also take a drink in the same ratio, because I think that a temperance meeting and a drink is each worthy of my esteem and encouragement, albeit in different ways. Yet I am a bachelor today, owing entirely to my asking a man to take a drink with me.” A married man at this point suggested to the judge that he might be asked to do something of that sort without danger of a similar result. but the judge gave him heed. You see, about twent love with a , and him I did not greatly fear. h continu “whe Iw even I was desperately in tain girl, and I had but one He in a town about a hundred miles from mine and used to come over to spark the young lady about once a month. I knew all jong that he wasn’t making any headw: or heartway either, for that matter, and one day when he came over and the girl him pe: ion to stay away perma- ntly I met him at a hotel where he was out to take a ‘bus for the train to take im home forever. We were good friends and he told me the sad story of his defeat and congratulated me_as the supposed happy man. 1 thought I was, too, but you can’t always tell about a woman, Well, of course i asked him to come and have drink with me as a solace, on the ground that the ‘bus wouldn't wait and he couldn't afford. to miss the train. But I spoke to the driver and assured my friend that the ‘bus would give him time enough to take a nip, and he went in with One drink smeant two, and when the two had been taken the "bus was and there wasn’t another train that ht, so axed him to stay over and make a t of it with me and the boys. his was easy enough, and we had an- other drink. s thtn about 4 o'cloc and he said he would meet me at 6, as he had some business to attend to up to that ime, But he didn’t appear at the ap. pointed hour, nor at a later hour. In fa; he didn’t show up at all, and we had to have our night without him. Next morn- ing, however, he stowed up, but instead of looking the wreck I expected to see, he was as radiant as a flower. I asked him what had happened, but he only smiled and hurried along to catch his train. That evening I called on the young lady, and the first thing she did was to thank me for making Mr. Blank stay over, for they had settled their difficulties and were to be married within a month. All of which turned out to be true, and they were mar- ried and have lved happily ever since. “Now,” concluded as they passed a quiet plac men in this party are married men, except myself, we will go in here and have something,” which was accordingly done. a ut he demurred HE WAS INDIG NT. The Colonel Insists That jctimized at the Pol “I’m not goin’ to say anything about the gold standuhd,” said Col. Stillwell, earn- estly, “neitheh am I goin’ to indulge ia any animadvuksions whatsoevuh on the income tax, naw federal intuhferen “I suppose you think there's no use in worrying about politics after it’s all over” “It's not all ovuh, suh.” was phatic reply. “Theah refohms nec? they've got to come. is gnawing at the vitals of a free ment, -suh, is the Australiaa ballot, suh. The last election demons ed that be- yond the shadow of a doub' “A great many people regard it as a good thing,” ventured The Star reporter. “I know bettuh, suh. I speak f'um pu’s’nal experience, and I know bettuh. 1 went into the voting booth with my mind made up as to what I would do. Theah is no use in going into puhticulars as to my intentions; some of (he questions wh.ch were most prominently bef’ the pecpie were sci tied beyond dispute foh the nex’ fo’ years, #f not fohevuh. But, suh, I discovuhed a check to freedom of thought and its expres- sion at the polls that strikes at the vi point of ouah glorious institutions the m effectually because the blow is insidious. The ballot-sheet was as big as a Sunday. newspapuh, suh, and, mo’ovuh, it was fuli of pictures. It took me one minute to read it through and anuthuh to go ovuh the directions, which, I must confess, I failed to entiahly comprehend aftuh I had com- pleted their perusal. But I realized that my time was geiting short, and in ohder not to run any risks I made a cross against the ticket that met with my pahticular dis- approval.” “Why. colonel— “I realize my mistake now. I had only stahted when I was infohmed that my time was up. A friend asked me how I had voted, and I showed him. He no longer speaks to me.” “Why not?” “Foh the reason, suh, that I had voted the prohibition ticket.’ He Was A safe robber.—Life. there are young folks ln yous Shounen ST. NICHOLAS MAGAZINE is not a regular visitor there, buy a copy of the November number fo-day, and take it home with you. uence for good that should y household where there are .— Rochester Herald. St ‘ou can’t afford to have your clothes mangled by old-fashioned machinery. Give them the benefit of 20th century laundry methods. Send them to the Yale—the perfect laun- dry. 514 1oth st. "Phone 1oy2. TRUTH IN THE WATER. A Sm231 Boy Has a Contention With iN Mother About Swimming. “If there was anything more than other I liked to do when I was a bo! marked the drummer to the group of list enrs, “it was going in swimming; and if Seemed to me to be ever so much more en. Joyable when I had to disobey my mother in order to gratify my passion for the aqueous exercise. 1 don't know how many times I have been canght, nor do I remem ber how many times I have lied “Ah, the interrupted a man with ar idea that drummers are born that way. “Nor how many times I have lied to her about it,” continued drummer, with an unruffed demeanor. “But, as I was about to say when I began, my love for this boy- ish diver ent was vividly recalled one day in September, when I hapy to be driving to a Tennessee town abou 2 miles from the railroad. I had stopped to let my horse drink m a very pretty little stream t n out from a field shut off from the road by a thicket of thorn bushes, and as the horse was taking in th draught [I heard a wom i the fields cailing to so vista through the thicie the stre t into a small pond in the and in this stood a small b with the water just under his arms. was as far fram shore as Ie could pos t, and on the od his mother, with his clothes under her arm.” ‘Come out of tell you,’ she reamed shaking the clothes s t him. 1 don't want to,’ he replied, trying to get farther aw You bet she called, ‘Didn't I tell you not to & T ain't in a@ great deal than before. “This water ain't only ngh to wade in.’ If that had been the drummer, “I him, off on the s 1 courag my bo: concluded inly would have let zth of that argument; but ['m afraid his mother didn’t sec it as I did, for when I drovy way » had me with his clothes, and it was to © that the boy wouid and take whatever she bim. —_—— SHE WAS MEsiE The Reporter Mew Failed to nm when her speech was obscured ys there wa about her voice & high C and as- ter of the stage. It was pathetic to see a strong woman so Well, Piease. but Me E utterly dejected. ‘I want to the horrid reporter who wrete the about my miserable she said, after hei roxysti « eping had abated. "$ out,” Was the prompt and positive answer of the editor, who is a humane man. ‘an’t I see him later ‘a, He took a week's salary and went ona ton, He said he wasn't coming back till his anone as all spent, and-we don’t lwok for him in any Ume tess than six months.” “Perhaps somebody else could attend to what I want, though I don’t suppose there is any use my asi for justice. It must have been pure malice.” “You refer to that item about your di- vorce “Weil, it seems to me that you are e: ceedingly unfair to the reporter. Way, did his best to be compi:mentary. No ‘le: a three times he alluded to you as the r plaintift. that was very nice of him. But t find anything that is not in the same vein. He 3 he lady's t had evidently been an object of much it was a triumph of the m a monument of her elegant taste in such s the sentence!” she ‘laime er f Her indignation dried Ker and shaking her ed fingers at the newspaper, she “What did he mean by trying to humil of all those spectators? sinute that tne common old things to that court room are the best clothes I heve? A FRIENDLY WARNING. The Daager er-Assumption Finds 2 lustration, ‘Lok yuh, Uncle Eben; pears ter me laik yoh wus actin’ mighty big-feelin’ dese days.” Pickaninny Jim looked abashed, but an- swered: gittin’ “long purty good in school, I is, an’ I reckons dat ef 1 uses big language onet in er while, it’s case 1 knows de mean- ickiy propuh. Me yoh opporchuniti de bes’ use ut doan yoh kin o° git ter s'posin’ dat case yoh got ‘em dis hull yearf! was made for yoh benefit; case ef yoh docs, yoh’s gwineter git yohse'f laughed at, same ez de flea did when de ahk done lan’d on Mount Ararat.” “Wus de flea “long wif de res’ ob "em?” “To be sho. When de ahk wus er buildin’ de flea come ‘long, an’, lookin’ ‘roun’, says, “whut's dis foh De hippopotamus he ‘splain- ed hit ter ‘1m, an’ de flea says, ‘I wonduh is my name down on de passenger lis’.’ De hippopotam ‘1 d’no. 1's “fratd you's so small dey done fohgot yoh. But yon kin climb on my back an’ go ‘long wif me, case nobody won’ notice yer. Bo de fiea he got on bo'd de abk, an’ mighty thankful, too, noi ter be lef’ out in de wet. But when de trip wus ober an’ de ahk Gone come asho’ he "gin ter strut aroun’ an’ swell ‘is chest out. De lady bug an’ er few mo’ animiles wif wings dat had got ter de mountain wifout ro help, tuk notice ob "im, an’ stahted er convuhsation, Dey seen Noah an’ tb dahse'fs roun’ de gang plank, an bug, she sa syin’ lady ‘Who is dem gemmen?’ De flea, he looks ober his shoulder sorter carele n’ grand an’ he says, ‘I couldn’ teil yer. We didn’ *sociate none wif dem. Dey’s jes de deck han’s dat run de b Me an’ de hippo- potamus hyuh is passenguhs, we is.’ An’ ever since dat day had ne standin’ in no societ mevuh.”” The String Did Not Brenk. From the Chicago Dispatch. Captain of Pleasure Steamer—“Madame, it gives me great pain to be obliged to tell you that your little boy's hat has blown overboard.” Fond Mother—“Why, I thought it was tied on with a string. Captain—“Yes, that was just the trouble. The string did not break.”