Evening Star Newspaper, October 30, 1897, Page 22

OUR INDIAN SUMMER One of the Most Delightful Seasons of the Year. ——s NATURE SHOWS A WEALTH OF COLOR Birds and Blossoms That May Be Seen in November. — = BORDERLAND OF WINTER Written for The Bvening Star. LL THROUGH THE year, since the first spring flower tim- idiy opened its eyes upon @ snowy bank, Dame Nature has scattered with no tinting hand a wealth of treasures about the land. Here and there, in shady covers, on open meadows, beside streams and upon rz: hillsides, she has Fe abundantly for those who have chosen to avail themselves of her bounty. { now, as though piqued that so many have failed to use the opportunities for en- joyment she has afforded, she spreads her h of color so lavishiy that it is im- ewan possible for one to pass through the land without jp ley, a erceiving her work. Hill and val- for and meadow, are everywhere with brilliancy. The whole land- ape is as one garden, filled to overflowing h immense blossoms. There is a broad ow . band of red and liow, with kindred t . Ww encire: the northern half ef the globe. The temperate season is closing with a biaze of glory. It is a vast conflagration, which will have retuced the k to ashes by the middle of Iis smoke is seen in the mel- November. low atmo: In April they eful with the dainty gos- h had fallen upon them georgeous with great scarlet, green, Their outside edges the int rior, they s ts, massy on and thin and deii- level of the saplings, while the underbrush supply a carpet of ¥, green and red, mostly finely 2, but with here and there a . of color, putting to shame the est conception of oriental rug makers. With Brond Strokes. It is pessible to enjoy something of thc which is now spread out for our enses from horse . from carriage from car window, or even from the wheel (if one be an experienced rider). Nature has paint- ed the rith such breadth of one obtains > points give a rom th: taste, and t somet e desire to drink the full cup 33 whi ‘ovember offers us she cends upon the . we must penetrate p into the domains of id yield ourselves unreservedly, body and sovl, to the enchantment which pervades her inner courts, le * our own identity for the le to become a part Byron he wrote: of our environ- understood this fully vben “I steal “From all I may » mingle with the univers “What I can ne'er express, been before. and feel t cannot ail sizes of this is lost when we selves to the highw But let e remote woe and seat eur- just within its edge. and how pe © our natures to the in- out us! Our eyes leisurely znd drink in the charms of the half-disrebed trees, with their h: the brown fields forming Purple Finch. seen through the fringe that sep- us from the open; the light, smoky- blue sky that joins the fields as ‘the hue paper of a room might join the brown da- do; waving | s and failing leaves ler ding a gentle motion to the picture that gives it life. And while our eyes are feast- ing thus upon the rich show our ears are soothed by the g ugh of the wind through the half. Be A. € @ band The distant side the woois, ond 1 note of a nuthatch in, seem peculiarly fitting to the seren- ity of the day and place. Fit for Day Dreams. to Now we begin days— Ha and on our way toward the sterner sea- The harmonies whch nature yields @re not light and dainty as in svring, but full, rich and warm. We bathe in the me!- lew glow of the earth as in a milk-warm ocean, and cur beings are permeated with @ languorous delight that seems to have no specifle expression, but Piacid satisfaction with bare existence. & vana seems to have engulfed us—ihe a of Indian summer—in which there ition or energy of thought or emotion. We are con:ent to drift idly and je-sly for the hour upon the golden - “There is a time for all things,” says the Hebrew poet, and this is the time for repose. it is fitting that we should he governed by different rules from those whieh ordinarily guide us, for we have entered a new snhere. Here in the eon- fines of the woods, where dwell the squir- rels, where purple finches are dipping their encarmined bodies in the little shady rill, where titmice are filiting with soft squeals of content amidst the tinted foliage, where belated asters are lifting thetr- purple among the last ceals of the feel that these are unay resting is mercly a small bird on the jerks. tree THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, OCTOBER 30, 1897-28 PAGES. sumach, where from some near but uncer- tain tree or shrub come pin points of music from the tiny kinglet—is a different world; and the cares and perplexities, social, eco- nomieal and political, of that other world in. which our I'ves are mainly spent, are fat away, dimmed by the haze of remote- ness. What matter what storms rage with- out? These cloistered precincts are thick- walled and are filled with perpetual calm. The enchanted present stretches to the horizon of our souls. Lazily we sit and allow our natures to be- come saturated with the spirit of the In- dian summer, noting with semi-languid in- terest such individual components of the scene as happen to attract our attention. That kinglet note, dropping, dropping, dropping, like the ticking of a clock, and scarcely more noticeable! Where is the Brown Creeper. little sprite? His voice sounds now far, now near, owing, doubtless, to the turning of his head away from or toward us, or to his being on the far or near side of some tree or bunch of foliage. Ah! there is a trunk of a white oak, clinging close to the bark and progressing upward by an uninterrupted series of quick But, no, that cannot be the kinglet. We look in vain for the yellow patch cn the back of the head; and his body is brown and speckled, while the kinglet’ we know, is a plain olive green. Our little climber 1s evidently a brown creeper, pur- suing his monotonous grind of a life; in si- lence, as it happens. As he passes up the oceasionaliy concealed by an inter- vening barrier of maroon foliage, he carries our vision up with him, until he brings it to a point where it is attracted by a group of chickadees, dashing about among the Jeaves in their miniature grenadier garb. They are also silent; but presently from one of the roving band, who is exploring a neighboring tree, comes the beautiful song of two very clear notes, which {s such wel- come music to our ears when the spring is about to dawn. How those pure tones flood hearts with memories aud anticipa- tions. A Mite of a Bird. But mecntime the kinglet’s note is per- sistently dropping into our consciousness. At length we perceive him, a little, thick ball of feathers, in a sapling not ten feet away. for a moment. How industrious he is! Never quiet Exploring one leaf or twiz after another, swinging down to examine the undersid= of the small limb on which he is conducting his investigations, reach ing up on tiptoe to inspect a leaf above h head, perhaps swinging into the air and helding himself there poised in humming bird fashion, on rapidly fluttering wings while he secures an insect at an otherwis inaccessible point; all the while uttering that high-pitched note which is so elusive that even now that we have him in sight we can scarcely feel sure that it proceeds from him. There is a fascination about his movements ss he darts about, now high, new low, self-poised, urbane and exhibit- ing a most engaging confidence in his hu- man company. What a mite he is to brave the zero weather that he must know by ex- perience the winter will bring! Not quite two-thirds as big as an English sparrow, he for enough blood to keep him perhaps he scarcely seems to have room in his body arm. But clothing. iy very warmly wrapped, and, relies on his heav. He is certain} small as he is, seems all great-coat. ground, Now he is off to a pine in the semi-back- where he is swallowed from our sight by the green and yellow foliage. The pines are putting on fresh suits at time, iously lightful under foot when w a pine wood. curtain the fim ccme to our th the new green needles unceremon. displacing the old ones, which are turning brown and dropping to the ground to form that soft carpet which Is so pass through From behind this variegated Trawn note continues: to € But we have trans- ferred our desultory attention to downy weodpecker, whose tapping has Attracted us, and the kingk note is allowed to re- tire into the unresolved undertones of the forest from which it emerged. And thus is cur interest wafted from ob- ject to object by the light breeze of fancy while each moment seems to belong ‘to eternity rather than time. Finally we rise ard saunter through the woods in quest of those pleasures which the forest always yields to the leisurely explorer, our na- tures still under the spell of the beneficent so) SS. Rich Contrasts. What a fresh, rich green the mosses and laurels now show! Contrast with the faded and pallid tints, as well as the brilliant jay, accompanied by the discordant screams reds about them gives them a beauty they have not had all summer. The winter be- longs to them, and they are preparing to take possession. The pipsissewas and py- rolas, too, hold up their heads above the flood of brown leaves that has assailed them, as though proud of their kinship with the laurel, on which frost and snow can produce no effect but to make it brighter 2nd more sturdy looking. Young shoots from trees and herbs that were cut down during the year are also green, and many of the latter are blooming freely, 1t Seems as though the nourishment supplied by the roots in suitable proportion to the original plant, and forced by its destruc- tion to seek an outlet in a much narrower channel, acquires such a vigor that the new shoot will remain green or blossom when others of its kind have turned cc lor cr gone to seed. Here Is a tall chestnut from the root of which grew a small off- spring, which was for some reason chopped down last summer, and which has sent a new shoot several feet into the air. This youngster is as green and fresh:as though midsummer were still in full sway, while its grandfather, if we may so describe the original tree, is brown and haif leafless. Hallo! what have the crows Ciscoyered? One just sounded a pecullar note and in- stantly they came flocking from all direc- tions. Now they are imaking a perfectly continuous racket over in the quarter from which the note of alarm, or discovery, came. We make our way to the scene of disturbance, and as we near it an owl sud- denly emerges from the clump of pines with his tormentors at his tail. He flies low, and soon perches again. The crows settle about him and proceed to make life as unendurable for him as they know how. ‘They do not attack him in great aumbers, the majority seemingly content to perch rear by and add to his discomfort by copious contributions to the an. Soon he makes another effort to escdpe, and is off with the noisy crowd in hot pursuit. We follow them from point to point, inei- dentally noticing the song of a chickadee, a handsome cedar with its heightened green, and a bright group of partridge berries. Finally, whether because of our observed presence or because the sport has become tiresome, the crows silently dis- perse, and we are left alone beside a Lrown gully, on the edge of which is a small bunch of St. Andrew's cross, very attractive in its deep maroon autumnal dres: As the Shadows Fall. We stop to admire its beauty and the curious manner in which the leaves that grow both sides of the fruit fold together over it, as though to give it an added pro- tection. Then we pass on to other scenes and events. And as the afternoon shadows begin to fall perceptibly aslant we bid fare~ well to this realm in which idle fancy has ruled, and where we have breathed “the atmosphere of fable and romance,” as John Burroughs expresses it, and return to the every-day world, refreshed in mind and body, end with a rich store of memories to add to cur hoard. By the middle of the month the glow of the eee ae ane A few late-turning trees, principally caks, are yet glenming with bright flame, but the others are brown or bare. But though the varied tints have been withdrawn from the distant landscape, many bright colors are yet to be seen beside the road. Blackberry, dew- berry, wild rose, St. Andrew's cross (some- laged the town bank, set fire to several buildings, killed one citizen and held a number of others captive. Although they were afterward arrested in Canada ona charge preferred ‘by our government,’ ex- tradition was denied because they were sol- diers of the confederate army, and there- fore political offenders. Principle of Extradition. It Is an Interesting fact that the first ex- tradition treaties known to history—those made between Rome and its allies—were framed for the purpose of insuring the re- turn of political offenders especially. Later extradition was granted in some cases by kings who feared the displeasure of the of- fended governments. A clause to the effect that political offenders, as well as many others, should be extradited, was inserted into a treaty drawn up by Russia, Austria, Prussia and other states forming the Ger- manic alliance. The same was done by Norway, Sweden and Denmark. Had Senorita Cisneros fled to any other nation of great importance, she doubtless would have enjoyed the same_ security which is given to her by us. This might not be the case in some of the minor coun- tries. It will be recalled that in 1882 Presi- dent Guzman Blanco of Venezuela sur- rendered -to Great Britain the refugee Westgate, alias O’Brien, one of the partici- pants in the murder of Lord-Cavendish and Mr. Burke, in Dublin. times an orange scarlet), honeysuckle, gold- en rod and late youngsters of trees, all blend their colors in the for ind; and > eccasional blooms add their brightness with dots of white, yellow, pink or purple. Lit- tle patches here and there of light yellow and bright green—small colonies of golden rod in autumnal conspicuously pretty. The bright orange of the wild rose mingles with the dark bro green of the blackberry. suckle, with its variegated shades t to a dull maroon, clothes the banks of the wayside with a rich mantle. But for individual beauty the deticate, fernlike fronds of the yarrow must be ac- corded first prize. Some are yet green, some are a beautiful red-purple, some a brilliant yellow; while still others display a most attractive combination of all these tints. How much gratitude we owe the yarrow! Its main period of bloom is in June and July; but, loth to abandon its pleasant task of brightening our way, it continues to expand its blossoms, in dimin- ishing numbers, up to the very threshold of winter. (I have fouhd it in full bloom on the first day of December.) Its foliage, always graceful, glows in autumn with a rare -beauty of coloring. And all through the winter young plants ‘push their way above ground and spread their tender-look- ing leaves upon the frozen earth, perhaps even resting upon a snowy couch. It thus completes an unbroken year of ministra- tion to our aesthetic wants. Or ASYLUM How It Works in ‘the Oase of Miss i A PRINCIPLE OP INFERNATIONAL LAW s Ls Some Famous Cases Where Extra- dition Has ‘Been Denied. SAFETY ON AMERICAN SOIL Written for Tae Evening Star. NY EFFORT which might be made by Spain to enforce from us the extradi- tion of Senorita Cis- Late . Blossoms. neros would be ut-| 1m framing their extradition treaties with Other flowers may also still be found dur- terty fruitless and | {> Inecn 2” aes the effect that’ the ing the last half of November, mere strag- fe, hopeless. The case | killing or attempted killing of the head of giers which cling to the memory of sum- fae, of this brave. young | the state or one of his family should not be mer; though often, strangely enough, quite woman, who has | regarded as a political crime. The first a bunch of daisies and clover may be gath- ered, to be placed cn table or mantel ag a reminder of June. A few asters, an occa- sional spray of full blcoming gviden rod, dandelions, centaury and mallow, are yet to he seen taking a last peep at the sky before going to sleep for the wintry night. But though the flowers are thus going out one by one, like the last few lights of a village, yet the earth has not yet lost its fertility; for when the soil has been soft- ened by a moistering rain certain favored meadows bring forth large quantities of that nutritious dainty, the field mushroom, whose brownish-white domes with pink rafters have been erected on every hand during the night. Rain and wird have by this time played sad havoc with our enchanted retreats of the earlier days of the month. The painted leaves, already enfeebled by age, have flut- tered in showers to the ground. As we ap- proach the woods we find that we can look into them now from the outside. And when we enter them we are impressed with the amount of light that pours into them from above. They seem as though they had been unroofed by some recent storm. But though the bareness of wirter is almost upon us, we have not yet passed the last outposts of autumn. There may have been frost and ice, or even a flurry or two of snow, and large flocks of juncos may fill the air with wintry notes; yet a warm breath will oc- casionally come up from the south, a mes- age from the far-off forces of summer, ard the mild atmosphere of the Indian summer again descends upon the land. Butterflies and moths float in the air. Crick- ets and grasshoppers may be heard, a feeble remnant of the hosts that made Sep- tember and October musical. Flocks of robins and blue birds are en- countered in wood and field, and their notes mingle with those of other birds, who, like them, are moved to try their voices once irore hefore the winter imposes upon them its silence. White-throated sparrows, husky from long disuse of their vocal or- gas, pipe tremulous lays. Tree sparrows and juncos utter brief snatches of song. The song sparrow’s voice is lifted up in a tong, low warble, very pretty and engaging, though with little of the volume and rhythm of his spring carol. The phoebe- note of the chickadee is borne to our ears as In early spring. The jodel of a blue provision of the sort was inserted in a treaty between Belgium and France, in 1856. An unsuccessful attempt had been made, with an infernal machine, to blow up a train in which the then Emperor of France was traveling. Two Frenchmen, suspected of the attempt, escaped into Bet- gium, and hence the subsequent agreement between the two countries. After the as- sassination of the grandfather of the pre: ent Czar of Russia, the German parliament resolved to form an extradition league for the protection of European royalty against king murderers, but the project was never realized. JOHN ELFRETH WATKINS, Jr. ——— Chiming Bel From the Galvestcn News. A couple of dozen young ladies and gen- tlemen of Galveston are responsible for a most unique idea in bicycling. Just who thought out the scheme is not known, for the credit is generally shared. The com- pany is termed the “bike bell ringers,’” and it sprang into existence after the passage of the ordinance requiring wheelers to carry lamps and to ring bells at all street crossings. These bikers have fitted their wheels with lamps of different hues and with bells of differeat tones. The idea is to comply strictly with the law and at the same time to have a little theatrical ef- fect. The object of the law being to have Wheelmen give notice of their coming, that object will certainly be attained in the case of the “bike bell ringers,” for their ap- proach is made known by the ringing out of sweet music. They have been practic- ing on the shell road out near the county bridge, and thus far have given no exhibi- tions in tewn. A News man who had occa- sion to go to the western part of the city last nignt was fortunate enough to meet the “bike bell ringers” on dress parade. Afar down the road came the silent steeds with ever-changing lights. First a group of red lights headed the procession, then came a group of red, white and blue, then @ group of green lights, flanked by red and blue. And so the wheels and lights were constantly changing, making beautiful ef- fect As the wheels drew nearer the chim- ing of the bells could be heard. First a few bars were played from “‘The Chime: of Normandy,” then came “Annie Laurie, the “Tinkle, Tinkle, Bells” song from ‘Ol: vette,” and as the bikers passed on and were lest in the distance the notes of “Home, Sweet Home,” were heard. ‘The idea is a pretty one, and if adopted by others the bikers will be welcomed on the streets for the harmonywf sounds they bring in lieu of harsh and indiscriminate clanging. + e+ —____ Cost of Armor Plate Plant. From the American Manufacturer. If latest reports are to be credited, the experts who are investigating the chances for # government armor plate manufactur- ing plant are getting at some figures which rather surprise them. As has been stated, the commission appointed by the Navy Department has been at work some time, and while nothing official has been given out remarks seem to have been dropped which indicate a great deal. The latest unofficial information is that a preliminary estimate as to the cost of an armor plate plant will be submitted to Secretary Long within a few days. This estimate, as has been foreshadowed, will, from present in- dications, be more than $3,000,000. The commission will estimate that at least fifty acres of ground will be necessary to ac- commodate buildings, so that the total cost of the plant will be about $4,000,000. The plant which they will suggest will be capa- ble of turning out 6,000 tons of armor each year. This will be sufficient for two battle- ships. No statement will be submitted as # found a safe asylum of refuge within our = domain, will oe = the most picturesque | ana striking exemplification of the force of a noble doctrine, cherished by the fathers of our Constitution and now respected us an established international policy by every enlightened nation on earth. To be brief, this policy gives authority to the President of the United States to refuse the return to any foreign country of polit- ical offenders who have found refuge upon our soil. iS Senorita Cisneros is strictly a political offender, and guilty of no other offense in the eyes of Spain. She was arrested as an enemy to the state. In 1877 there were ex- changed betv-een President Grant and the King of Spain ratifications of an extradi tion treaty bearing the clause following: “The provisions of this convention shali not import claim of extradition for any crime or offense of a political character, nor for acts connected with such crimes or offenses; and no person surrendered by or to either of the contracting parties in virtue of this convention shall be tried or punished for any political crime or offense, tor for any act connected therewith, com- mitted previously to the extradition. Words to the same effect are contained in our extradition treaties with nearly every other important foreign power. But it is not necessary that such stipulation be made in order to establish such & policy with a foreign government. Every nation on earth takes it for granted that political offenses are not included, and cannot be included, in the list of crimes for which extradition will be granted. Granting even that other governments did not acquiesce in the same view. A policy other than this could not be expected of a republic a upon the right of political revolu- tion. : on Bicycles. Decision Rexts With Us. Should Spain, through her ambassador, demand the return of the fair rebel, the final decision of ‘the question whether or not her offense was purely political would rest with us alone. We would refuse to return her unless it should be definitely shown that she Had Violated a crime enu- merated in the treaty, as establishing the right of extradition. _,Even should she be found guilty of an extraditable offense— in addition to that aguinst the state—and returned to Spain, she could not then be punished for her’ botitical sin without the violation of Spain's treaty obligations with us. Her rescuers ‘cannot be legally extra- dited because it is the. policy of this coun- try, as It is of others, never to extradite one of its own. citizens. While enjoying tae ‘safety and security offered to her by this country Senorita Cisneros would, howeyer, beheld as strict- ly responsible for any breach which she might cause in our neutrality obligations with Spain as would one of our own citi- zers. Should he strictly regard the prece- derts recorded in international law the President might justly expel her from this country, but not return her to Spain, should she in any way compromise the public peace. France, on these grounds, expelled some Carlists who were concerned in the insurrection in Spain twenty-five years ago. Belgium dismissed Victor Hugo, tired to Brussels during the days of the commune of Paris, because he made the public announcement that his home would be a place of refuge for such of the French as might be proscribed by the commune. Belgium took the same step in the case of General Boulanger. oft his companions, comes from the wilder wocdland. The Carolina wren, wnose voice and method are not affected by si- lence or season, fills the bare halls of the forest with his ringing melodies. Still these pleasant halting places are growing less frequent as we continue our onward march toward the borderland of winter. With every return of cold the mercury in the thermometer takes a deeper plunge. The evenings are growing longer and the nights colder. Occasional biting gales from the north bring the blood to the cheeks of those who, from necessity or choice, battle with them. Action, not repose, Is what is now demanded, and that there may be fewer distractions, the bright- colored hangings of the autumn have been removed and the landscape is bare and gray and brown. HENRY OLDYS. ee RELIGIOUS TOLERATION IN JAPAN. The Transition From Pantheism to Modern Belief. ‘Toru Hosht in Harper's Magazine. One of ihe first acts of the emperor after the restoration was the promulgation of an edict abolishing the laws against for- eign religions and their propagation among the peopie. Hence it came to pass that for the first time in centuries the doc- trine and tenets of Christianity could be freely preached and taught in Japan. Mention of this momentus event naturally suggests some consideration of the ques- Precedents in History. Many foreign political refugees have sought asylum in this country, and neead- Gee “ines ee ms: faiths: ti Japan, and cf {less to ‘say. all of, them have found {i | titne-cost of operation suet « prt, bor a. their influence upon the intellectual and | stcat cor picuous of them all was Louis Kessuth, the celebrated Hungarian patriot, who raised the Hungarian revolution against the tryanny of Austria, and wh: was forced to leave Hungary ‘atrer it was regained by Austria. When his ex. tradition was asked of Turkey by Austria he was irvited to become the guest of the United States by the Senate, which sent the warship Mississippi, in 1851, to convey him to this country, where he made many public appearances, Another foreign political refugee to this country was Joseph Bonaparte, the eldest brother of Napoleon, whom the latter plac- ed upon the throne of Spain. In 1815, After the battle of Waterloo, Bonaparte came to this country and lived in Philadelphia and Bordentown, N. J., for many years. Be- fore his departure from Europe he and Nas poleon, of whom Joseph was very fond promised to meet in this country, but the great conqueror died before this wish was gratified. There have been few cases where our government has been asked to extradite such refugees. In 1880 a band of Mexican revolutionists escaped across the border into Arizona. after having ralded and plune dered a number of Mexican towns. They were placed in the custody of our army and although Mexico asked for their re- turn, they were allowed to remain here. Our government refused also to extradite Francisco J. Corzo, who, with a band of assistants, made a similar attack on sev- eral other Mexican towns. The United States has been a convenient place of re- fuge for many unsuccessful revolutionists from Central and South America. Receiving Miss Cisneros. When President McKinley received Sen- orita Cisnernos at the White House last week he violated a precedent established by President Washington, who declined to receive MM. Talleyréhd, Beaumetz and Liancourt, French political refugees who visited this country im 1796. His excuse was that he did! not °care to offend the French governmént. President Madison respected this Sati Set by the father of the country, and Hot s Joseph Bonaparte member of the commission is reported as having said that the government would be fortunate if it did not have to pay $700 or $800 per ton for armor plate. This is in conformity with opinions ex- pressed by those who should know some- thing about the cost of making armor plate. The government representatives were told that to establish a plant would entail immense expense, and that the gov- ernment would be a loser by going into the steel business. Now there are indications that those who are conducting the investi- gations believe that the cost of armor plate made by the government will be sev- eral hundred dollars per ton more than the highest figures asked by private manufac- turers, There is every reason to believe that a government plant for the manufac- ture of armor plate will never be built. ———_++—___. Teachers and Education. From the Bookman. The true teacher is more than a setter of tasks and a hearer of lessons; he is an in- fluence. And his pupils are not, first of all, students, but human beings. Hence, if necessary, a teacher would be willing to sacrifice something from his ideal, in the matter of his own formal preparation, if by doing so he can secure the far greater and more important gifts of bodily and mental health, steady nerves, a sense of balance and proportion and a profound and sym- pathetic knowledge of his fellow men. No one is su dreadfully in danger of getting into a mental rut, of becoming dogmatic, pedantic and priggish; and the antidote for these things is found in getting absolutely away from his professional environment for as long a time as possible each year, resting his nerves and brain, and, above all, mingling with men and women whose standards and interests are absolutely dif- ferent from his own. To go from his class recom to a place where the same old grind in another form is still going on, to make one of a crowd of jaded, nervous, sensitive beings who are stewing in their own juice, and gabbling over and over the formulas of.the Educationist, so far from aeing a stimulus and an inspiration, is actually the undoing of a teacher, and sends him back to his work with a still further exhaustion of energy and enthusiasm and sympathy. 80 we say to the educator if he be a man, go off somewhere, anywhere, to the place where education doesn’t count; bivouac in the woods with a party of stockbrokers, or hobnob with down-east fishermen;and to the woman teacher we recommend the society of the most frivolous, giddy and flirtatious young girls who infest the myriad resor:s in summer. This will keep the preperiy adjusted, replacing hysteria and dullness and nerves by a renewed invigora- ticn, an augmented sense of humor and a saner and more highly developed insight into human nature. moral growth of the nation. Qae interest- ing fact immediately discloses itself, and that is that up to the time when Japan Was closed to the world foreign religions had not only been tolerated, but had even been eageriy welcomed and espoused. This is notably true of Christianity and Budd- hism. The latter was introduced about 522 A.D. Until that time Shintoism was the only religion of the peo “The coming of Buddhism,” as one our historians say ‘wrought a complete change in the nind of the nation. Hitherto the people's conception of religion had been of a most rudimentary character. They merely be- Neved that the gods must be rev 1 Med on and feared. In their simple faith they attributed every happy or unhappy event, every fortunate or unfortunate in- cident, to the volition of the deities, whom, therefore, they offered sacri that evil might be averted.” The tran: tion from pantheism of this description to belief in a faith which inculcated virtue and well-doing, and announced the doctrine of future rewards and punishments, might naturally be regarded as difficult, bu: it was accomplished in Japan in a surprising- ly brief period. The introduction of Budd- hism did not, however, destroy reverence for the ancient Shinto faith. The two ex- isted side by side; in some cases they were even partially amalgamated through the skillful adoption by Buddhist propa- gandists of some features of the Shinto belief as a part of the Buddhist tenets. ee A Transformation. From Fiegende Blatter. f that he would not,be récelved at the White House, the lattet havihg stated his inten- 40 mally to the Presi- dent, immediately aftbr landing at New York. : BF inp se alw: the, foremost champion the foreign ical refugee, Uncle Sam during our et ar thade several unsuc- cessful attemptsto force the extradition from bd ear oh da of men who had comm! pol ses inst agat him. the vessel sailed ffom*a Mexican port for at of cotton. On the had been ed tion of reportii Gerrity’ New York with to the ‘ In 1604 the town of 8 “Donnerwetter, it's oe only good for @ post- ‘| striven to get far out of range of its sound, visiting their people in California towns took up the officer's story. They had seen Tarberry o: the streets of Stockton, Sac- ramento and San Jose, exhibiting the work- ings of a kinetoscope for nickels. He was making money to add to the several thousand dollars he had tucked away in a bank, the accumulation of many years. ‘Tar! was earning his living. couldn't sit down and take it easy. Then on one of the hobo-infested roads of California Tarberry was held up deprived of his kinetoscope by a tramp. A country paper's accougt of the hold-up reached the ship later. “Disgusted, Tar- berry returned to the ship he had quit and “took on” again. None of bis ship- mates ever Jet on that the story of his two months’ absence was known, and to- day Tarberry is as happy as he ever was, nited States ship doing surv duty on the Central American coast. Preferred Chicken Farming. For twenty years old Saxie Fisher, who also went through the war and did work almost as daring as that of the famous “Spike” Thompson, who swam ashore and spiked the enemy's guns, whence his name ~for two decades old Saxle’s dream was to quit the navy and to start a chicken ranch ashore. He talked about it inces- santly to knots of apprentices who 1d gather around him on the topgallant fore- castle. His shipmates declared that he talked of this chicken ranch scheme of his while lying in his hammock asleep. tween watches. The gist of the sc! ¥as that he was to raise several thousand fancy chickens from a dozen or so within a couple of years. ‘Now. hang this here gettin’ up at ‘all hands’ in th nin’, before the sun has turned out 0’ his hammock, an’ s down' [I'm goin’ to start that ranch so’s I kin sleep in—until 7 0’ the mornin’, if I want to, damme!” 7) was what Saxie always said. But he re larly reshipped without going ashore at a and stood the guying bravely Finally, a few years before he died, after a Mediterranean cruise, Saxie headed f one of the Eastern Shore counties of Mury- land and started his entcken ranch. It Prospered. Saxie had a genius for raising chickens. He was on the road to riches He stuck to it for twelve months. 7 he turned up on the receiving ship V. at the Brooklyn navy yard, ready to ship. Deserted the Ranch. “How about that chicken ranch of yours, x * the officer of the deck as’ him. ine hundred chickens on it when I left it yistiddy mornin’,” replied Saxie. “Then, why in the name of sense, man, did you leave it?” n't get anythin’ fit to eat ashore!” said Saxie. Th THE ROUGH RUDE SEA Keeps a Strong Hold Upon Her Many Children, OLD SALTS ARE SORE 10 RE-ENLIST Sailors in Uncle Sam’s Navy Say They Never Will Again, ALWAYS DO He BUT THEY Written for The Evening Star. “Well, after this cruise I'm going to stay cut of this man’s navy for sure,” ts the commonest under-the-fo'c’sle remark of eld-time blue jackets on American men-of- war, when ‘knock off work’ has sounded and the sm@king lamp is lit. Some of them musingly deliver themselves of it twenty times a day, to their pipes generally, for few of their shipmates will listen to them er take any stock in the statement. “I'm done with sailorizin’ for a fact”— the man with the lye-blackened finger nails, the sun-bronzed face, and the weather- stiffened joints, is quite in earnest when he says this, and, albeit in the decline of his days, maps cut plans fer a shore future with the wistfulness and the confidence of a growing lad peering into the beyond. But the sea is ever calling, calling for its own. Its gentlest music penctrates half the width of a continent with an insistent, luring monotone that sings, night and day in the ears of the sailorman, who has ue i, and sooner or later he casts his shore avocation to the four winds: and stands once more upon beach or quay, regarding the sea with a curious admixture of love and hstred. In undermining maxims and proverbs, the saying that declares “once a sailor, always a sailor,” gave Charles Lamb pause. He investigated, and found the saying to be true, and had the grace to acknowledge it. Old Tarberrys. Old Tarberry—which is not his name, but very close to it—gunner’s mate and ar- morer today on a vessel of the Pacific squadron, fought through the war on one of the old frigates. Nearly every officer and enlisted man who was in the old navy knows old Tarberry. He is now a very old mar. with a long, white beard and brilliant, He had left the anding just as it was, and all, and when he k. cruise. ep-s ate . But he didn’t live long enough peo ase at He ts Stet os Aine tia Dad Gallard, who bckped to tuber th s OWS wen cr Was, and, with all bis | ga Independence around the Horn, farted years, knows some man-of-war sailoring a saloon in Vallejo, He ran it for a month, and the cash came over hi in a strgam. One day he s Vitation” to four ships’ $ that the young fellows of the new navy never heard of. The agility with which he gets aloft when the command, “Man the yards to ché@r ship!” is given, flabbergasts even the monkey-like apprentice boys. An old captain watched old Tarberry ‘spring up a rope ladder a couple of years ago, while old Tarberry’s ship was at th Mare Island Navy Yard. When Tarberry came down, | hand over hand, in the twinkling of an eye, “‘Tarberry, come here,” said the old commander. Tarberry, with the scrape peculiar to enlisted men of the ol@ aavy advanced. “Tarberry, what the deuce are you made of, anyhow?” inquired the old officer. “You do that kind of thing just as lively now as you did when we were shipmates to- gether on the old Hartford in '63. What I want to know Is, kow you do it?” “Salt horse and cracker hash!” said Tar- berry, as he retreated forward, and the knot of officers howled. Sure to Turn Up. Well, it is a legend of the service that old Tarberry has been swearing he in- tended to quit the service for thirty-five years as the termination of his enlist- ment drew nigh. “I'm through with it for good,” was Tarberry’s hourly remark, which always elicited a hoot from al hands around him. “WWait'll yon , se Tarberry would then say solemnly, at which there would be another howl. Regularly, at the end of his enlistment, old Tarberry would go ashore for a week. ‘Then be would return to the ship he had left, or turn up at a receiving ship, and ship over at his old rate. Last year all hands on the ship on which Tarberry was serving thougit they were fooled. When his three years were up Old Tarberry got paid off and wert ashore at San Francisco. “Never again,” said ne as he went over the side. in reply to the fel- lows at the gangway who told him that they expected to see him back at the end of his customary seven days. At the end of the week there was no Tar- berry. At the end of a month there was no Tarberry. No Tarberry appeared until two months had gone by. Then he came off to the ship in a shore bcat, with his bag and hammock. There was ‘a yell all over the ship when he came over the side. In ten minutes Tarberry was reshipped as gunner’s mate, and in twenty minutes he was on the spar deck in one of his old knockabout uniforms. But rever a word said Tarberry as to where he had been for two long months: He couldn't be pumped. The Secret. But it all came out. A young officer who had been on leave visiting some friends ia Mendocino county, Cal., returned to the ship and gave it all away. In a beautiful residence adjoining that of his Mendocino county friends this young officer was intro- duced by the charming young hostess to “My grandfather, Mr. Tarberry.” Tarberry, the old gunner’s mate, made his customary scrape, grinned and bolted. Tarberry had educated this granddaugh- ter out of his sailor's pay. She had be- come a lovely, accomplished woman, and had married a wealthy man. For several years the young couple had been urging Tarberry to leave the navy end to come and live with them. Their appeals were fruitless. Tarberry always wrote to them that he would go to them “after this cruise,” but he never turned up. When he went to Mendocino county last year he saw his granddaughter for the first time since he had put her, a little girl, in a | southern California convent. Both the granddaughter and her hus- band were delighted to see Tarberry, for he ts an exceedingly interesting old gen- tleman, who has been around the world a dozen times. They ‘mplored him to settle down with them for good, and Tarberry said he wouli. They fixed up a room for him with all manner of reminders of the zea and of the life he had led on men-of- war, and for a couple of wecks Tarberry appeared to be pretty well pleased with his new snug rr. Then he began to grow restless. He took to wearing his white mustering blue- jacket uniform when alone in his room. He was cheerful, but corstrained. The day after the young ofhicer>from the ship on which Tarberry had served turned up Tar- berry disappeared. Tais was a month after he had taken up his residence with his granddaughter, Couldn’t Stumd Shore Life. Two marines who had been on leave = , and old Dad di of them. The Then the ex-proprictor went aboard ving ship Independence and shipped “What was the matter with the saloon iness, Ballard?” asked the shipping cent from ‘k was consumed the bu officer. “Liquor,” said old Dad in explanation, “don’t have the proper taste when ye've got a dozen barrels of it. And then @ man makes a hog of hisself.” Saad The Nat lity of Mont Blanc. From the London Globe. A very curious agitation is taking place in the French department of Haute-Savoie. The good people of the department profess to be dissatisfied with their name, and wish to change it to the department of Mont Blanc, which it appears, according to their statement, was the ancient name of that part of the country. Quite lately the municipal council of Annecy held an animated debate on the subject, and finally decided uranimously that the other munici- palities of the department and also the councillors general and the councillors of the arrondissement should be asked to giv» the!r opinion upon it. It is quite plain that the Hauts-Savoyards and the people of Chamounix wish it to be understood once and for all that Mont Blanc is in France. and not in Switzerland, and that Chamountx is the chief town of a French canton. We suspect that perfidious Albion is at the bot- tom of this desire to change the name. The ninety-nine out of a hundred persons who have never seen Mont Blan! and of those who visit Chamounix for the first time, would say, if they were asked, that Mont Blane is in Switzerland. The worthy municipal councillors of Annecy are too polite and, perhaps, too politic, to lay the charge at the door of their English visitors, but there is no doubt what was in their minds. The tone of their remarks makes it clear that they are much irritated by the supposition that their monarch of the Alps is of Swiss nationality, and their great reason for desiring the change is to make it clear to all men that Mont Blanc, Chamounix and Annecy are all in France, and are not ashamed of the fact. Properly no doubt they are in Italy, but there seems no reason why the depariment should not change its name soe G many s € From the New York Tribun Germany can scarcely be considered as successful in her efforts to secure fame as a colonizing power. The estimated cost of celonies for the coming year is fixed, ac- cording to the imperial budget, at $2,000,000, in return for which she is able to po to 1,803 coionists, all told, of which number half are soldiers and officials. With regard to the trade, Germany's exports to her col- onies do not amount to $1,500,000 per an- num, so that from a business point of view the undertaking can scarcely be considered as a profitable one. It is evident that th fault lies with the German governme rather than with the German merchants. The latter thrive and prosper to a phenom- enal degree in the United States, and in all those English colonies where initiative, en- 1 terprise and commerce are not submitted to all the vexatious anJ hampering restric- tions that seem to be inherent to Germany's notions of colonial administration. ++ —— She Knew Country Things. From Pearson's Weekly. A girl from town is staying with some country: cousins who live at a farm. On the night of her arrival she finds, to her mortification, that she is ignorant of all sorts of things connected with farm life which to her country cousins are matters of everyday knowledge. She fancies they seem amused at her ignorance. At breakfast the following morning she sees on the table a dish of fine honey,where- upon she thinks she has found an’ oppor- tunity of retrieving her humil’ating experi- ence of the night before, and of showing her country cousins that she knows some- thing of life, after all. So, ooking at the dish of honey, she says, carelessly: “Ah! I see you keep a bee. = “THEM ARTISES:”