Evening Star Newspaper, July 3, 1897, Page 14

Wr tten Exclusively for 1 the indications point Feurth a: enthusia to the comi and patriotic In all my r had so ms it invitations fr seeme cline such invitet ber will of te as orators in a bh: or more siates. The same den been made on represe a achusetts mem r told me that ceived over twenty invitalions Fourth of July addresses, nine came from other states. All t Mary!and, iincis and Ohio rep: | are billed for Independence day demand on S I that he has agree thre '$on that day. In the ing hy n this city. in tie alte at Church and in the event Richmond ” eee “The civil service rules and the whole system are very nice. as far as they ¢ clerks who hold office under comp: examinations, but there are some able things about them,” volunteered an { clerk to a Interior Department perter. “My complaint is an unusual one, and I never supposed I would kick at re- ceiving a promotion, but I find that 1 am in | ! t position. 1 had never served in any dcpartmental place until about two and a} half years ago. The civil service examiner: Te: In own, and more ak anything I took the « pe: it, Without and ca rm or: 1 would have prcfe mal one hundred do: 1d have kept my put me at w er were the per: ant. I took the promotion after a mild | protest, and hal become used to the work en by no effort of my own I got another ction to a $1 To get I was lifted into a new fi | work. Now, my complaint is, that while it fs pleasant enough to xet a promotion now | and then in a fina al way, there it seems to me, be some arrangement made | « by which, if a person to secure a promotion, he or she should allowed to continue at his or her old work | i of being lifted into another room, n or bureau. t that there are not many situated es ! « into the position of pro promotion, when the fact at the promotion, but don't fortunate enough having to change my wort ciations. Do you catch the idea? 4) * ‘ patent office business feels the Fression of the times very much,” « @J a patent attorney to a § “The fa ty out of dre? 1 Door pe other fact is manage to ri Invention is a kind of a disease out in a man, and he will pawn clothing, if necessary. to secure the money | to get bis patent. The times hay rather hurd for some tme, the aver tors ge in- | ventor has not got anything to pawn, and he suffers because he cannot ge more Se: are a lot t attorneys who suffer b: th has run out of . for the more n the more inve ms, the more inven:i the more the more of the ele of flies and the ii office has been a gri the office, and whi of exp bly less tha: and the more and ne ay ahead | -onsidera~ “Dentists on the Fourth ef July,” remarked a well-known | dentist to a Star reporter, . ind ¢ holiday, in this city, at least, y simply ‘take the bit in their as the horsemen say, and take it | regardless of the wi of their pa r of cur custon , departm. the publ to have their teeth work done. , on as May I made some a some of my patients, | know until a few d for eight hours’ solid work on the gic: Fourth. From 9 to 11 I expect to do some | work for a lady, some of which stivuld have n done three months ago. ‘The | hour after I am to do some finishing up cn | the teeth of the chief of one of the bu- | Teaus of the Treasury Department. the | other part of the work having been’ cone on Decoration day. I ¢ ike it, but does not seem to be any way to es-. * ee KK “It is much easier to shave a man in the fummer time than et any other time in the year,” said a down-town barber to a Star reporter, “and it is much easier for the man who is shaved, for the reason that warm weather brings out perspiration, and that softens the beard. To get a beard ready for an easy © on a sharp, crispy morning reguires con-iderable work, lath- ering and rubbing. On a hot day, how- ever, it is a simple job. Cold water will soften the beard then as well as the warm Water which we have ther e it.” » use at other tines. There are setbacks, however, in the way of flies and the like, waich keep the cus. | tomer moving about, #¢ that the barber | has to handle his fa. Ty carefuliy. ©: the whole, however, bari both for the h more sat- A the beard summer, to shave customer and thi isfactury in rows much there is, therefore. * “The natural ; has played a cons facture of bicy¢ of year ¢ part in t ing remarked a wes the turer to a § ort : have no doubt 1 surprised at the Mous quantities of o one hund: ferent patterns of w manufactu able to unde years acture of this ¢ vacter was done in the cast, where water power is sap. Water pewer, a natural gas, and more that ts to say, the fa “pa which are put other section ns which make all parts | them ssemble emseives, the en bicycle manufacture of this country is d now in parts. Some factories make wheeis | exel ethers handie bars, others | frames, sprock There a. dozen big concerns which make no Gaddles. They make them, of cx patterns. The leading sadd.e, which has the la sale and use, Manufactured in Iilinois. Ji months ago tt was m frames are mostiy m: is in that kind of bas been found to economical. There Provement In the various parts in year, and it was not possi’ Near ago | to get the work that is now turned ou the cer load. AM the result of experi experience and the u ural gas. oes + .% There is something p ar about the nomenclature of some of the navy yards of the United States. For instance, the New | shadows of the } by | to interest me, do you know | words York navy yard is in Brooklyn, the Ports- mouth navy yard is at Kittery, Me., and rfolk navy yard is located In Ports- Va. As explained at the Navy De- » the official designation of these © names they now bear is due condition of the postal system at me of their establishment. The postal was not so good then as it is at ards were named after ties for the sole purpose jivery of the m: n- Even now it is sald that to the New York navy vered to the persons for whom ed earlier than would have been had been addressed to them yard, Brooklyn. This state- Dorated by officers who have hat yard, and the same airs is sata to prevail at the 2 Port: uth r So far as ais is the oniy reason why the offi- i misnomer in the matter of the loca- ree yards pamed remains un- ‘asmuch, however, as Brook- ab by New. York, the he former city may more be called the New York navy 1 was formerly the case. —_ STRENGTH OF A FIVE thd A Young Minn Who Founda It Cheaper vel Without Change. from what I have seen of ‘ular place,” sald the visiting an to a Star reporter, tell you why T think so," he con- “The other day I was going over to Baltimore, and on consulting my watch discovered I had but a few minutes in which to catcn my train. I struck the avenue at 1ith str , and boarded a car. “When the conductor came round for y fare I put my hand in my pocket and I had nothing less than a five- The conductor glanced at It, en at me, aud shcok his head disapprov- ” he said. him it was the smallest then he could not T had, e any- ger than two-dollar bill, that y law to do so. i have to get off » to my reilef by at the er d of the line, near the five ht; go on: go on,’ he told hand as if he owned the I tried to have the bill broken cessfully. Just then I remembered I i to communicate something to a pwn, and asked {f I could use a » in @ corner of the room. se ft all right if you had the proprietor told me, t it. Come back here in my private ‘phone. u know what I think,” con- “I believe d I could v lollar bill and live in r weeks for nothing, simply things and shoving it under the people I purchased from. They ther give them to me than take kit. rked that the only diffi- A culty would be in securing the bill in the first place. ———— A Summer Girl. The Woman ne forth into the Night i stocd with upturned toward the were St but they were for the Moon flooded the Heavens its silver Ligat, and the Stars were hed before it and shre k into the vast Dome. woman stood gazing at the glit- le of the Night she was joined @ Man who had been erstwhile whis- pering the soft sweet notes of Love to her as they sat beneath the fragrant Rose astering o'er the little Wooden the tering E Porch. There wes Pleading in his voice as he pake to again, and there was the dull and dreadful monotone of Helpless- ut a Struggle. Woman as he ap- ring to the subject you ng on the Porch a moment which you were endeavoring why you are the Man in the Moon? love you, dear, 10re than ponded the Man with of those who speak ess of Hearts that Throb in 1 in m the full: sald the Woman with a ch. r,” he whispered with trem- ulevs Hope, ‘because, dear, I love you mere than wor n tell.” He aid not know it. Pe The Woman tou ps he had never told her. 4 the man on the sheulder lizhtly and he looked up at her sul and half th fear, as a Lamb might look at some wild animal it did not comprehend. He put out his hands to her, but she only laughed in his wan Face. boy.”” she murmured, “it is ase you are Not in it.” Then the Man went back to the little Wooden Poreh of the Summer hotel and | sat down, and the Woman, gazing ct the Moon, waited for the Next One. > Fire Smoldered Over a Year. From the Providence Journal. An flustration of how long a fire will burn a older without giving signs of its pr was furnished at the ruins of the M Temple, which are being clear- y laborers, at the corner of Pine streets. It is considerably year ago that the Masonic Temple we to the ground. Wednesday af- terneon the workmen, while tearing down portion of the wall which was left stand- ing on the side where Astle’s tin shop was located, found quite a fire In progress. They saw the smoke, and when they had led down the wall the smoldering em- bers were fanned to Hfe by the wind. +o tters little what it 1s that you want a situation or a servant—a in The Star will reach the per- your need. "ve got a big nerve to put a ke that In here, to scare the hens. fire it ont. “And to think that for three years I’ve —— the Beau Brummei of this yard!"— e. : y him, starting for a place | THE EVENING STAR. SATURDAY, JULY 3, 1897-24 PAGES. A NARROW ESCAPE. Perilous Ride of au Acronaut Alone With 2 Madiian, Monsieur Godard, a noted french aero- naut, now visiting New York, was recently relating to a party of friends, among them & writer for The Stat, #otife of his expe- riences while up in a balloon. “The most exciting and in many respects most perilous ascension f ever made,” said M. Godard, “occurred about five years ago from a point near Paris. On the occasion to which I refer I was accompanied by a single fellow traveler, who had paid me 1,000 francs for the privilege of a place by my side. The weather was fine and the balloon had risen to a considerable height when I turred to my companion, who I noticed was very quiet, and inquired: ‘What effect has the journey had so far upon you, ionsieur?” “‘None whatever,’ was the curt reply. “Then,’ said I, ‘I must compliment you. You are the first amateur I have ever known to reach this altitude without ex- periencing some unusual emotion.’ “I wish you'd go higher,’ said the ama- teur covily. “In response to this request I threw out some ballast and the balloon shot up some sixty yards higher. 7 Now, how do you feel? I asked. “Just the same,’ replied my companion, in a rather petulant tone. ““By Jove!’ I exclaimed, after glancing with surprise at the stolid, indifferent ex- pression of my guest's face, ‘you are a Wonder, @ born aeronaut, monsieur.’ }icus grasp, I could get the bill changed, | ‘Well, the balloon kept on rising, and when a few hundred yards higher | aguin turned to my phlegmatic friend and ques- tioned him 4s to his emotions. “Emotions! Not a trace of emotions,’ re- plied he, with the air of a man who feels that he has been greatly imposed upon. “Well, so much the worse,’ sald I. ‘I fear I shall not be able td alarm you; we ave risen high enough, and we shall now -end, escend!’ repeated the man, glaring at me with a strange, wild glare in his eyes, which I had not noticed before. “Yes, certainly; it would be dangerous to go any higher. ‘ ‘I don't care about the danger, and I don’t choose to descend,’ declared the man. m going up higher, I am. I’ve paid a thousand francs in order to experience Some emotions, and emotions I'll have be- fore going down to the earth again.’ “I burst out laughing; I thought the man was joking. “Are you going up higher, or not?’ asked my companion, at the same time grasping me with an iron grip by the throat and shaking me violently. ‘I intend to have my emotions.’ “It was only now,” continued M. Godard, “that I realized that I was in the society of a madman. The dilated eyes, the fur- the very tone of the man’s ice left no doubt in my mind about that. But what was to be done? We were some 3.00 feet high among the clouds; a struggle Was out of the question, as one violent mo- tion of the madman would be enough to upset the car. All these thoughts flashed through my mind in less than a second. My adversary was a powerfully built man, and, without losing his grasp, he called ou ‘Ah, my fine fellow, you have been playing the fool with me. You have made me pay 1,000 francs and not given me a zie emotion.” “But what would you have me do? I asked, as calmly and soothingly as I could rder tie circumstances. I'm geing to throw you over,’ said the madman, with a wild laugh. ‘But first an idea strikes me; I'll go up to the top of the balloon,’ and sulting the action to the word, he jumped into the rigging of the ca ut, my dear friend,’ said I, ‘you will surely fall and lose your life. At least let ;me put a rope around your waist to pre- vent such an accident.’ “Well, be it so,’ said the madman, who seemed to see the necessity of some pre- caution; and the rope having been attached he commenced climbing the rigging of the balloon with the agility of a squirrel, and in a minute or so was seated on the apex clapping his hands and shouting with joy. enly he seemed to be seized with a ievous desire, for, taking out of his cket a huge clasp knife, he brandished it above his head and yelled out: ‘Now, you rascal! You wanted to descend, did you? So you shall, in a hurry!’ and before I could utter a word two out of the six ropes attaching the car to the balloon were cut, and the car began to swing about ominous- 1 The madman’s knife was touching another repe when I called out to him: “Stop, one word." “ “No, no; down you go.’ ‘But let me tell you something, my friend; we are now nearly 4,000 feet high, and the loss of the car, or even a single Found of bailast it contains, would result in certain death to you. If you have a secret grudge against me don't sacrifice your own life by cutting the car loose, or casting me out. Let us rather return to the earth alive and we can scon settle any differences we may have with a brace of Pisiols.” “‘Agreed!’ sald the madman, throwing his knife away, and coming rapidly down ihe rigging from his dangerous perch, he again took his seat quietly beside me in the car. Neediess to say I soon pulled the valve, allowing the gas to slowly escape, and the balloon gradually descended to the earth, where, after the madman had gene in search of pistols, I said a solemn prayer and vowed never to make another ascension with a man possessed of a crav- ing to experience the sensations of bal- looning in high altitudes.” —_—.__. CHECKS ON OFFICE HOLDERS. Scientific Supervision pf Municipal Service Corporation. From Municipal Affairs, Public service corporations do not object to a scientific regulation and supervision designed solely to safeguard the interests of the people, and to satisfy the state that the powers delegated to them are properly administered. They do object to inves- tigations ordered solely for the purpose of manufacturing political capital, and to enable some vainglorious demagogue to pose as a defender of the people against “monopolies,” The requirements of scientific regulatton and supervision for political and for pub- lic service corporations are icentical. No requirement is necessary from the one that is not necessary from the other, to properly 7 pl ho the general welfare and promote he prosperity of the people. Supervision by the state is fundamental. It must be made the basis of any true educational work on municipal affairs, designed solely to aid in the creation and organization of public sentiment in favor of an efficient and beneficent administration. Investors in the stocks and bonds of public service corporations, and in municipal bonds, will gladly keep even pace with politicians when they move for progress in this direc- tion. To the lack of proper state regulation and supervision, a large share of the mal- administration of cities, the corruption of legislators and officials. and the existence of speculators in politics is due. One point is generally overlooked by municipal ownership advocates when di: cussing this subject. The power of regula- tion must be exercised by the power that grants the charters under which political and public service corporations acquire the right to exist. A plea for “home rule” without state regulations is the plea of a culprit. It 1s a plea made for a municl- pality that more than all others has re- quired such regulation to protect its clti- zens from being plundered by maladminis- tration. When paragraphs pertaining to the government of cities were being de- bated in the last constitutional convention of the state of New York, this plea for home rule, for freedom from state regula- tions, was put forward by delegates from New York or Brooklyn. They were plainly told of times when it had been necessary for the honest, law-abiding citizens of those cities to come to Albany and ask legisla~ tors from country districts to save them from the tyranny and exactions of cor- Tupt organizations that had seized upon the machinery of party government and ruled the cities for an unholy profit. They were told that such occasions might again arise, and when they came the state should not be found shorn of its power. The gra- tultous slurs thrown at country legislators; the contemptuous references to “regula- tion from Albany; the tendency to decry all regulations and supervision of the do- ings of politicians, not conducted by then selves, which run all through this brief asking for municipal ownership of enor- mous interest, the doubling of political patronage, and of the total amount of Money they can collect and disburse for public account, should be sufficient in itself to rouse every thoughtful citizen to hercu- lean efforts to defeat the proposal. Pol- iticlans should be required to administer the affairs now committed to their care, efficiently and beneficently, before reaching out for the control of other interests. They should prove themselves faithful in ruling over a few things before asking to be made, ruler over many things. TOO HOT 4 and Threatened to Leave Them Thed} Alt the Afternoon. Judge Kimball of the Police Court of the District of Columbla holds the time record for bringing a stupborn jury to terms. The incident occttred 6h a torrid afternoon dur- ing the past week, and was very amusing indeed to those not members of the panel, but incidentally, not to the defendant. The case in question was one involving the sele of liquor withcut a license, and the defendant was an old colored woman bearing the simple cclonial name, Mary Smith. Mary had been ccnvicted of the same charge twice before, and the testi- mony throughout her thiré trial seemed, to those who followed it, to polat con- clusively to the guilt of the woman. The hearing occupied but a short time and the = retired about 11 o’clock in the morn- Ing. Now, the consultation room for the jury of thé Police Court is of rather limtted pro- Portions. It is located in the center of the rerthern extremity of the building, and is provided with only one window. A narrow areaway intervenes between this window and a brick wall, on which the sun, when it shows itself, has full play morning and afternccn. It will be seen that it is prac- tically an -impossibility fer the faintiest semblance of a breeze to penetrate the jury room. It may be well to add that on the coldest days in winter those familiar with the circumstances are in the habit of visiting the room in order to get warm: On a “scorcher” in summer, with tho door closed, the room may trutbfully be likened to_an oven doing a holiday business. Such was the inclosure to which the jury in the Mary Smith case retired. Ballift Darr closed and locked the door behind the jury, and not a sound was heard within for exactly two hours. Some apprehension wes felt for the condition of the twelve men, and suggestions that they were roa ed brown or had melted were made. The bailiff was about to Institute an inquiry when a timid knock was heard on the door. A moment later twelve meng perspiring profusely, and donning coats and vests, filed into court, and to the query of the clerk: “Gentlemen of the jury, have you agreed upon a verdict?” the foreman re- plied in the negative, and addressing the court said: “Judge, there seems no_pos- sibility of our reaching an agreement.” “This case is exceptionally clear,” re- marked Judge Kimball quietly, “and no reason can possibly exist why you should not decide it one way or the other. I do not propose to put the government to the expense of another trial when the facts are so plain. Retire, gentlemen, and deliberate further.” With the opposite of looks of pleasure on their faces the twelve men very much tried and true were again locked in the very small and very hot room. Half an hour later ‘he current business of the day had been disposed of, and at the direction of the court the bailiff inquired at tho jury room door if any progress had been made. Through the small crack as the bailiff open- ed the door slightly it was seen that the jury were in the scantiest possible attire, fanning furiously with their hats. “There is,no chance of a verdict,” the foreman wag heard to say in tones that Were really ‘sad. ,:'Can we go out and get some lunch. ;; “No,” sald Judge Kimball sternly, rising from his chair. ‘‘Mr. Bailiff, notify the jury a I will ,returm, at 7 o'clock this even- s.”" fa 3 The effect, was,really startling. There was a simultaneous exclamation from twelve men; in the room, followed by a chorus of, “Please wait a minute, judge.” It was too late. Judge Kimball had dis- appeared dawn the private stairway and could not be ovortaken by the messenger who set out in pursuit of him, the man saying that the judge hed boarded an elec- tric car and, passed out of sight. “We've agreed,”the foreman notified the bailiff. ‘Won't yon send for the judge?” It was just fifty-nine minutes later when Judge Kimball. put in an appearance. Close observers imagined that a smile was en- deavoring,/to):disturb. his usually placid countenance as he mounted the bench. The verdtct was “gullty,” and the jury was discharged for the term with the thanks’ of the court, The members of the panel made some remarke as they passed out, Dit it is-perhaps best not to quote them. ——— Still Twenty-Five. From the Chicago Times-Herald. Apropos to the fact that it takes feminin- ity a long, long time to pass the twenty- five-year mark, a story is told of a charm- ing English woman. About five years ago she met the Prince of Wales. . “You are young enough,” said his royal highness in the course of conversation, “for me to be able to ask your age. “Twenty-five,” was the ever-ready re- Joinder. * About one year ago the Prince of Wales met the same woman a second time. “What is your age, I wonder?” he ven- soret again, with an amused twinkle in eye. “Twenty-five,” calmly declared the fair prevaricator. “But you said that the last time I met you,” remonstrated the prince, with a ’ laughed she of the smooth ‘would you have me contradict The Rival Punished. ¥rem Fitesende Blatter. OR THE JURY So They Lost Little Time in Bringing in 2 i330 Judge Kimbali Had Locked Them Up versation © JOHNSON: Written Exclusively for The Evening Star A Novel Criterion. Mr. and Mrs. Corntossel had been going through the Capitol building, and had de- voted a large share of time to Statuary Hall. “I tell you what it is,” he remarked with enthusiasm. “It’s mighty fine to see all them there people so life-like an’ imposin’ Jes’ think of lookin’ at the ackchil Mna- ments of Nathaniel Greene an’ Robert Ful- ton an’ all the rest of ‘em!” “Yes.” was the reply. “I’m going back there again before I leave the city.” “There's jes’ as natural as anybody could wish. It all goes to show that this here talk about our needin’ more works of is foolishness.”” ‘Ain’t that what them is?” *Course not.” “But @ man told me they was works of art, and we ortn’t to miss "em on that ac- count.” “He seen ye was from the country. I know whut I’m talkin’ about; an’ it makes me partic’lar proud to be able ter say weth emphasis that them is not works of art.” “But you ain't whut folks calis a conooz- er.” ‘No. I’m jes’ a plain farmer. But I’m sure them ain’t works of art, jes’ the same.” “Why?” “Because there ain't one of ’em thet the newspapers or anybody else could take e: ceptions to ez bein’ the least bit improper. * . x * A Bitter Disappointment. The man who is slow pay but sure smiled with benevolent glee as he took some money from his pocket, put it in an en- velope and carefully wrote on it. He was thinking of how hap- py he was going to make the patient, sad-cyed collector who had trudged so tirelessly and so un- reproachtully after the small balance that was due. He gloried in the lesson which he was about to teach—the lesson of perseverance. As he worked away with the briskness with which a recre- ated \conscoience brings he heard the familiar footstep. He knew that the pa- tient collector was behind him, and, with- out turning his head, exclaimed: “Ah! Good morning, young man! Glad to see you!” The “Good morning” which came in re- sponse was joyless and perfunctory. The busy man smiled again as he thought of how he was going to cheer the youth up in a few minutes. “I see you're in. this time,” the caller commented in a hard, cold tone. Yes. You didn’t have to wait for me today “I'll call again about this time tomor- row.” And he turned to go. “Didn't you come to collect some money?” “Of course; that’s my business,” was the rather hesitating response. “Well, I am ready this time to requite the iniefatigable persistence which you have tempered with so much courtesy and consideration.” “What do you mean, sir?” I'm going to pay your bill.” “All of it?” “Yes. I shall prove to you that the con- fidence you and your firm have reposed in me was not misplaced.” ‘The face of the collector grew more mel- ancholy than ever. “It’s the old story,” he said in a voice that was turned to the low monotony of de- spair. ‘I’m in the same class with the man who never loved a wildwood flower to glad him with its soft brown eye, but what ’twas sure to play out just when it was most needed. I tnought I could depend on you, sir. ‘Haven't I rroved that you can?” “No, sir. My orders are that when I find that a man’s gone out of his office and is expected to be back the same day I’m to wait for him. Many a pleasant hour I've passed sitting in that quiet, shady corner under the eiectric fan reading the news- paper. And now, as July comes along and hangs out the hot wave flag; just when I’m going to feel the need of that shady corner and the electric fan most, you pay up and practically turn me out. I don’t blame you, sir,” he added as he receipted the bill. It’s only human nature. It's simply another proof that in this life there ain’t any use of tryin’ to depend on any- body. * x * A Wish. I’ve heard them sing ‘bout Sweet Marie An’ Polly, who's a peach; An’ yet there is, it seems to me, A case they fail to ceach. I wish thet them ez warbles so, Could, sume time, find it handy To strike a key that’s sw2et an’ low, An’ sing a song 'bout ’Maady. Now, when the years begin to fall, It doesn’t seem quite fair To hold us, ef we sing at all, To youth an’ golden hair, It’s eyes thet never want fur sleep, Ez shows a merry brightness; And tresses might their luster keep Ef cares did not briag whiteness, I never had much ear fur tune, But I perform my best, And hum ’em over, night an’ noon; At labor an’ at rest. An’, though the name is not the same Thet in my soul is chimin’, I have to take the one that came To fit in with the rpymin’. I'm hopin’ that some day a heart Will sing of smiles that shone Through all the years of joy an’ smart For one an’ one alone. And, though I falter at each note, Like hosses where it’s sandy, I'd learn it, if "twas only wrote— A little song "bout ’Mandy. * x * A Word of Commendation. “There is one thin remarked Miss Cayenne, “about which I must say the former queen of the Hawaiian Islands dis- Plays @ great deal of good, common sense.” Young Mr. Wishington looked at her in surprise and said: “I suppose you can’t help feeling a little tender sympathy for any woman who finds she can’t have everything she wants.” Miss Cayenne with a look silenced his efforts to be cynical. “There is a good deal more in a name than some of the poets would have us be- Heve,” she went on. “There is nothing that annoys me more than -to see a girl whose name is ‘May,’ or ‘Katy,’ or ‘Emma’ writing it ‘Maric,’ or ‘Katie,’ or ‘Emmie.’ ” ‘Oh, yes;” was the hearty response; “I quite agree with you. And I'm glad you changed the subject to something on which we wouldn't be sure to differ.. It was real- ly most tactful of you.” “I haven't changed the subject,” was the chilling reply. “But you are talking about girls who write in their names where it doesn’t belong, aren’t you?” “Yes. And what I wish to point out is that possibly Liluokalant fs not quite so bad as she has been repres2nted. She has at least had the taste to refrain from writing her name ae Uokalanie.’” ** Mental Exercines. * The two young men who were waiting for the curtain to-go up at the theater were the ultra-athletic type. The con- with which they whiled away the ry the boys of the neighborhood were indulp ing in a few preliminary experiments, in defiance of the patriotic proprieties and the police regulations. Micky came into the yard in a very Lusiness-like manner, and carefully deposited a small packet oh the ground, a few feet away from his father. “Micky!” exclaimed Ar. Dotan. The boy was too much absorbed in what he was doing to heed the call. jeky, if them give yex warnin Just then there was a splutter blaze, and the scene became do be foireworoks, Ot Jorious in a brilliant en light. When the glare had Bubsid ky stood in silence, digging he gravel. said Mr. Dolan, “ts there any- yex want?” There was no answer, “If ye don’t tell yer father what It is ye nt O'll give yez a lickin’.” “An’ if 1 do tell yez, OF git It onyhow,” Was the reply Phe b’y’s th’ only person Of've met since lasht election who seems rale sure about nt : vented Raf- > Jong as it's all the same, Micky, time was of boating, base ball and bicycle bets A yore yem tell “im an’ git it of yer inte! = _ | moina?” estas eee oe “Lave "im alone,” rejoined Mr. Dolan. “Micky, Ol hoy a recoile | Ol'd sayson a bit ivgtimt ye ashked me fur men wid. Here's nifty cint yersilf some pin car an’ other necissities. stion tv tellin’ yo from them. With commendable prudence, as soon as he had removed: his hat, he put on a close-fitting head covering. “Say!” exclaimed one of the young men; “that fellow looks queer, doesn’t he?” enough bear tn moind that whotle Ol ex- “Don’t you know who he is? pressly forbid yer askin’, Ol said nothin’ ‘No agin yer shtroliin’ past wid a wistfal look “Well, he’s one of the brainiest men that | in yer eye whin ye hov no more. AN’ ever grew. He knows Greek and Latin and Micky, b'y—kape a look an > man, an’ Hebrew and Sanskrit and every other old | gec that he gives ye fall worth tv yer language ‘That doesn’t keep him from looking odd in that cap. “He's wrote books, too; books that are so big and profound that it gives you a head- ache to read a chapter.” “But that hasn’t anything to do with the cap ‘He knows his business.” don’t suppose it helps him to work.” “Yes, it does. You don’t know him or you'd understand it all right off. That man is so smart and thinks so hard that there isn’t anything for him to do but to wear @ sweater on his mind.” * money whin he comes ty measure out the green foire.”” > SY ROSS VINDICATY There was a paragcaph printed in The Star last Saturday under the healing, “Things Heard ar in which a nor- mal academy prof pointed Star with one stroke Of the Bes It was with reference to the story Betsy Ross in that way cut the stars for the first American flag. The professor tn question was evidently in the wrong, for ali this ¥ very mail x * Corrected. “I'm sorry,” said Senator Sorghum in a tone of gentle remonstrance, “to hear you joining in this thoughtless clamor about et nto he Star office the failure to catch the trusts where they | 88S brought letters sn - i can be punished.” from people who were w: © prove it, $ consideration and others tor the sald the man of eager manners, | OMe for @ consideration i “don't they always get away? and ts there | .- " : : One of the most sa‘isfaccory letters, be- anything they want that they don’t. ge’ - ae « a cause it was accompaswied by a working Se a he ee eee Pa from Mr. Wm. T. Kent, and qubete isa great dea! they want that] Sasusm sas from 2 3 : they don’t get. I have no doubt that the | Teds as follows: : - . “I was much amused at the dogmat sugar trust frequently experiences sensa- tlons of pain and resentment when it real- izes that the match trust and the cigarette | trust “nd a number of others are getting | money which it will never see. “That's | | tack of a professor of the Normal A in his articie in your on the pretyy tradi star and Betsy 1 “Bel and I om thi to smirch her rep: ue n of the five enough to make any trust irritable.” “And I suppose you think after their | having all that trouble there ought not to | be a chance of anybody's being punished it ation is i jis and 6 when a trust is brought to trial.” anal eerrain: = rio | , “But there is a chance of somebody's be-| mention a Normal A ing punished.” “I defy you to cite a case where the trial cc a trust has caused anybody to be locked up.” The senstor looked, seemed at a loss and scratched his forehead with his forefinger. pau his embarrassment was only momen- ry. “Your statement merely demonstrates,” he said, “that you have neglected to care- could not do at she Betsy and her patrioiisin. Gid not say what the pri w seme of the grade = would have been ai However, the = Betsy's sake I w 1, and for ow she did tt. aia a giete of es, and fold fully inform yoursel€ on the topic youl s lengthwise through the middle, then undertake to discuss. And you will pardon | from the wenter ot the to the lower me for saying so. but, that being the case, | jertcham] corner deuw a line thas you have wasted not only my time, but your own.” “I have given a large share of attention to the subject.” “But you said that nohody had been Jocked up as the result of a trust trial.” “And I repeat it.” Thereby displaying your lack of in- formation. As many as a dozen men were locked up because of such a trial only @ short time since. “A dozen: “Yes, sic They were the members of the jury that couldn’t agree.” x x * Homage. We all must have our heroes. Some admire the veteran grim O'er whom the smoke of many battles rolled. And some revere the poet who, with eyes that tears make dim, Be orn the tales that never can grow old. The orator and artist each find loyal follow- ings; Bury, heart holds reverence for none of those . Compared to the respect which summer ext- gency brings. Toward the man who wears a linen suit of clothes. and thus: fold on this line toward the center, fold then to th« Disdaining idle clamor as the rock cisdains the sea, He stands alone, immutable and grand. His sleeves too short; his trousers boldly bulging at the knee, The jest and yet the envy of the land. We value less the people,who run risks of life and limb Than one who simple moral courage shows. And that is why I bend the knee and doft my hat to him— The man who wears a linen suit of clothes. fold the upper right-hand corner down to meet the last fold, thus: Q * * * Mr. Dolan’s Change of Purpose. “Ol told yez Ol didn’t want yez ty ax me fur no fireworks this Foorth o’ July,” said Mr. Dolan, as Micky hung himself over the back of a chair and looked wistful. “So orn warn yes ty spake careful.” the left fold on the right, thus: Vw ine. ee ene does be our duty ty cllibrate Indepindince day. ‘Ol've nothin’ ag’in celebratin’. But it must be done right. There's ivery benefit ty be gained be a few friends get‘tin’ ty- gether an the Foorth av July an’ talkin’ over the condition iv the counthry to see what progress it's . made since sivinteen sivinty-six. Let ‘em howld a p'rade an’ wave the fleg an’ sing the “Shtar Spangie Banner;’ an’ if anybody knows it, let "im get up an’ recoite the Declaration of Indi- pindince. Micky, if you wor grown up, an’ Oi wor anybody but yer father, Oi'd bet yez a week’s pay ye can’t say any more nor the first loine iv the Declaration tv In- dipindince. Loike iverybody else, ye'd shtart off as bowld as a terrier wid “Whin, in the coorse iv human evints, it hecomes nicissary—— An there ye'd shtick an’ shtrugsle an’ thry ty make belave it had | 7 all shlipped yer mimory at that very min- ute. There’s a good Foorth o’ July 0b fur yez. Go an’ learn the whole thing be heart, an’ then shtart in ty celebrate wid a clear conscience!” “Ye're very severe wid the boy,” com- mented Mr. Rafferty, as Micky went away in deep dejection.” - “Oi'm not goin’ ty incourage *im in non- sinse.” “A bit iv a foirecracker now an’ thin does no harm.” “An’ it does no good, nayther. Oi've heard it said that thim fotrecrackers wor made be the Chinase, in the first place. Is there any more rayson why we should loight joss sticks an’ ixplode haythin’ bombs than there is fur our shavin’ our heads all but the middle, an’ from thot point lavin’ the golden hair be hangin’ down our boicks. It wor the Chinase thot invinted the drink known as tay, an’ Oi hov it from Maggie, me daughter, who's in school, thot wan o’ the first t’ings the thir- teen colonies Gone wor ty take the tay an’ trow it inty Boston harbor, vowin’ they'd hov no more iv it, aven if they had ty go thirsty. An’ afther t'rowin’ away the Chi- nase tay it doesn’t shtand ty rayson thot they’d turn around an cilibrate the Declaration iv Indipindince wid Chinase fireworks. Thomas Jefferson didn’t do i George Washin’t'n didn't do it; Benjamin Franklin didn’t do it, an’ nayther shall Mick Dolan.” “It’s ter’bie anxious fur pace an quoite ye're gittin’ in yer owld age,” commented Mr. Rafferty, rs “I nivver did belave in a lot o’ ballyblus- B now cut on the dotted a tive-pointed star, and | before the eyes of the cadets, the young men and the satior folk—I do not know about the professor.” ape A Great Boon, From Harper's Bazar. Elderly genUeman—“What a biessing the park Is to us poor city folk, Mrs. Jimpson."* Mrs. J. t is indeed, Mr. Postlethwaite, don’t know how we ever could have brought our poor dear Fido up in a flat if it hadn’t been for this park. ine and you heve sy is vindicated an’ only rale damage be done, Of'd shi cx Aenea oat ol me wh! ’ bombs an’ divil chasers wid the