Evening Star Newspaper, March 5, 1898, Page 14

* SHAEGEYEMPSG STAR, SATURDAY, MARCH 5, 1897-24 PAGES. T4 for The Evening Star. ed the practice of hoiding uniformly individual shaving barber shops still cling . but the thing is old-time custom, p of the individual eup od d>al mor: affairs of lif is view of all as the average man when the individual cup notion came into general use, so that it is not easy to individual shaving cup left on the shelf of | shop is kept purity and oneness of pur- Til bet a lot of fellow at those cups besides the me: are printed on them,’ a good many occa- sional eustom:rs in barber shops remark establishments where cups are still ranged along the shelves, al- theugh there has never, to my knowledge, foundation for Another reason why the individual cup and has practically passed is that to have their names staring b: ers in the face from the “Looks to me like the feliow with on» of those private cups is trying to advertise himself as be get a back gilded or red-! ber-shop custe cup shelves. ing cleaner than the " is a remark I’ve often heard. om, even in the old-fashioned shops wh-re customers of long standing For this re: th cups bearing no other scroil, de- <e or I-gend but a simple number. These known on the bo: eir numbers, and when they show up for their shaves they get their suppose I ought to own up to boss barber, y in this town for a number A rather mysterious musi od many musically to wordering the northw city. This man is a remark- slayer of the viola. nington residents living in the north- hed their cool- i: g-off sittings oa verandas and front steps. and were about ready to retire, they were t once quieted in then thrilied and inspired by very beauti- i Proceeding from an source—nnisic now like that produced from lin by a skilled player and agein like © muted notes of a ‘cello. had about fin thelr chatter from the more melodious r peculiar serenades, the playe ring in view of the listeners on the steps and purce of the mu- heesh, the me erandas would seek the the wall of a ding. a well-dressed man, good looking Picking out chords with strings of his instrument. investigators handed him silver 1 of thanks pted to pump splendidly trained streets for coir Y pointed to his mo Then he would walk weck some poken of it among © hearing it last summer— sent to inve em that the mu tigate returt siclan was the i.g, mystesious an is silent as ever. a mute or net he is a master of the viola up of the instrum ut this town ung women here | t whatever in going about the That's some- ver been in as 10 or 11 THE LIGHT SID young women, unaccompanied, walking un concernediy by with music rolls in their hands—there’s a vocal academy near wher I'm stopping — without any apparent thought of the probability of their being molested. In view of this, I suppose the only na.ural inference is that the proba- bility doesn’t exist. And then, downtown on Pennsylvania avenue, as late as 9 or even 10 o'clock, I often see, in the cours: of a stroll, young women of perfectly ob- vious respectability hurrying along that big thorovghfare—not hurrying, apparent- ly, with the notion that there's any chance of their getting into trouble, but simply tc get home. There seems to Ye a complete absence of the street corner masher in this town. I'm bound to confess that a re- spectable young woman who, belated, ie compell-d tc pass through any of the main thorousafares of Chicago when night ts well under way, is simply out of luck, and that's all there fs about it—for, somehow or another, men out there don’t take it for granted that respectable women are eve: on the streets alone after nightfall under any circumstances, and they shars thi: idea in common with the mashy young men of nearly all of the big cities. An other thing is that I've noticed any num- ber of women at the Washington theaters alone or in pairs, unaccompanied by any male being what or whatsoever. That wouldn't go in any other of the big towns I've had experience in, either. Of course, Chicago's the only real thing among American municipalities, but, nevertheless, for its size—for its size, remember—Wash ington is just about as close to the popular conception of Arcadia as any burg I've yet struck.” x * EK “Say, places last a pretty long time ir. this old world, after all, don't they? mused the young departmental stenogre pher who is studying history after office hours. “It seems sort 0’ queer to me t lay down a book on Greek history and then to pick up the evening paper and read a cable dispatch with ‘Athens’ on the date line. Funny that that old town of Athens used to amount to such a dick- ens of a lot so many million years or so ago, and Is still doing business at the same old stand, isn’t 1t? I wonder what Socra- tes, Demosthenes, Pericles, Phidias, anu tthe rest of that old-time push would think of the game if they could come back here ard have a look at it row, hey? Wouldn't it just more’n knock their eye out, well, I guess yes! I wonder if the ducks who come prowling and digging around the dust heap that this about three thousard years from now, will think that we were such warm members and hot tamaies as us folks think those old-time Greek geezers were, even if they ddn’t have telegraphs, cigarettes and the rest of the fixings we've got?” ee KR EK than men,” ceiving from persons who want to every we have received three from boy: want to enlisi as trumpeter: mers or anything else the: boys who live in seapor: the navy generally, but ccuntry want to do servi ecrcerned we can do not navy takes boys in can do. @ boy e in the army. twenty Umes as many applicants as there are places for them. The army, even if on a war footing, never eni teen years of age. Of pest there is a band, whicN does away with the necessity of drummers. xe RE rock. Originally also it was the purest kind of candy, for it was crystallized sugar, pure and simple. Ordinarily it is purer now than many other grades of c not always strictly pure, especially cheaper varieties of it. reason that sugar is cheaper | various new methods for | | of it are equally good. | cles used of candy some years ago are | pickle Jar filled with’ fragments of Gibraltar | now, for sugar can be bought at a les | than the adulterants. Nearly fifty ty Hawthorne, in “The House of | bles,” describing a small store, | said: ¢ instar there was a gls | rock; hot, indeed, splinters of the veritable fortress, but bits of delectable candy.’ | Other writers of even earlier date than | that speak of Gibraltar rock. It appears, | however, that the Gibraltar was finally dropped and it became known as rock cans | dy. I have a price list issued in 148 to | the candy trade, in which Gibraltar rock | is the name given, though after that it is {queted as rock candy. Throughout Eng Jand it Is known as Gibraltar almost ¢: outside of the large cities. latter, and it is called reck candy." DE OF CONS ae Tom el bore we sim Was always mighty good to me; with all the beatin's 'e gim- it me where the marks would show, so as the neighbors could see 'em.” town’H probably be “The boys have the war fever much worse explained a clerk in the adju- tant general's office of the War Depart- ment to a Star reporter, “if we can judge from the number of letters we are now re- ‘do Spain,’ as several of them have put it. For letter we have received from men They buglers, drum- The towns incline to from the It ppens, however, that as far as boys are ing for them. The their apprentice and ‘raining ships, though there are at ail times ts boys under six- ate years the boy 3 dropped out as a drummer, for at every “Originally what is now known as rock candy,” explained a confectioner to a Star reporter, was called in the trade Gibraltar ndy, but it is the The fact is, how- ever, candy all the way through is prob- ably purer now than ever before, for the than ever and is growing cheaper each year as the making it are | discovered. Beets furnish now as much su- gar as cane, and the saccharine qualities The various arti- in cheapening the manufacture discarded In the s here, the Gibraltar is dropped HIGH PRICES FOR LAND ‘The most valuable plat of ground in this country, at least the one that has com- manded the highest price, is located at the orner of Broad -and Wall streets, New York city, in the heart of the great finan- cial district. Several years ago Mr. Wilkes established a record for high-priced realty by paying $168,000 for 508 square feet of ground on this site, or $330.70 per square foot. The immersity of this rate of valuation can best be appreciated by measuring off @ square foot of space and then comparing its dimensions with those of $330 in money. Such a comparison will show- that if Mr. Wilkes had paid for his property in one- dollar bills he would have been able to cover his entire lot with 82 layerg of green- backs, or he could have paved it with four tiers of silver dollars placed edge to edge as closely as they would lie. Doubtless if the worthy Dutch burghers of New Am- sterdam could return to earth they would be astounded to learn the value of the land on which they pastured their cows 200 years ago. Though ro other piece of ground his com- manded an equal price per foot, there are several other plats in New York city which are quite equal to the Wilkes property in value. For example, a considerably larger lot on the northwest corner of Nassau and Pine streets, one block above the Wilkes property, was sold last year for $260 per Square foot, and the opposite corner of the same streets, including 6,048 feet, was bought hy the Hanover National Bank for $1,350,000. The lot on the corner of Broad- way and Maiden Lane and the site of the Commercial Cable Company’s building in Broad street are also properties that could be covered fifty deep with dollar bills out of their purchase price. Probably the largest amount ever paid for the site of a single building was that given by the Broadway Realty Company for the lot on which the Bowling Green building has been erected. This sky- Scraper, which is the largest in the city, extends from Broadway through to Greet wich street, and covers 29,152 feet of ground, for which $3,000,000 was paid. This is $102.90 per foot, and though the price per foot is less than has been for several other plots, the total represents an enor- mous sum to pay merely for the ground on which to erect one building. One peculiar effect In real estate values that has follow- ed the sky-soraper era is the extraordinary Price which has been put upon sites that are suitable for very high buildings. Spots with open surroundings, on which other lofty structures are not likely to be built, are, of course, the most desirable for this purpose, and such places are few in the city of New York. The result is that many buildings which are already very profitable are being torn down to make room for the erection of sky-scrapers. it is now said that the famous old Astor House, which is still a paying and pros- perous hotel, will soon be torn down and replaced by a 25-story office building. This site faces the churchyard of old St. Paul's on one side and the open space about the federal building on another, so that it 1s an exceptionally advantageous location for a tall building. Of course, there are many big real estate transactions in which the actual prices paid do not appear, but it is not likely that there have been any in which the figures have surpassed those quoted above. —— © TEMPORA, O MORES! Can It Be True That Top-Spinning Has Degenerated Toot To the Editor of The Evening Star: I do not believe that the modern boy of from eight to fourteen years of age has quite the same good time in some respects as we who were boys of that age some twenty or thirty years ago. Notably is this fact apparent to me as regards “tops” and “top time.” At this present day of this year of grace, if I may judge by the evidences around me on every side, “top time” is at the height of its glory, but the tops of today are not to the boys of today what our tops were to us, and they don’t have anything like as much fun with them. The kind of tops now in use were made and could be pro- cured then, but they were not regarded with favor by the real manly boys. They were generally thought to be an effeminate sort of thing, ft for girls only, and it was no recommendation for them in the eyes of & boy that they were painted blue or red or yellow and varnished. Nor was the cast- iron “peg’’ thought much better of. 4 Our tops. or those we used, were (certain- ly in our judgment) handsomer and more graceful in general appearance, with weil- Gefined ridges from the plug (we never called it a “peg’’) half way up, to accom- medats the string, which, instead of being the cotton thing now used, was a strong leather strip, which we used to have the ccbbler on his beach cut for us out of a circular piece of leather in a way that won OLD BULL PLUS OLD FAVORITE i) F cur admiration for his dexterity. The string or strip was not more than hal? as long as that used by the present generation, but it was more productive of results, with the kind of tops we had. Oh! those good old top times and the top games we played! With our tops it was no unisual thing to actually split another boy’s top in half by the force of the con- tact of one with another, and immense denis in tops, as the wounds of a veteran sustained in service, were a source of pride to the top owner whose top had been in a top conflict What has become of this old, but good style, of top? How we used to “whip” them, as we called it. That is, with our leather string, we could launch them from us up the street, a hundred feet or more, according to individual ability, and have them spin away at the end of their trip in a graceful circle. Nothing of that kind can be done by the boys of today with their “lady tops,” as we called the things that are now used. top, as it was termed, made just like our first described favorite, except that it had a plug nearly a half inch in diameter and quite a half inch long, which did terrible execution in top contests. Where have they gone? Is the present age so effemin- ate that there is no demand for a “top that is a top?” Certainly none of them appear on sale anywhere now. If they were on scle, I venture to say that there is enough true boyhood among our children to wish to get hold of them quickly. They were and could be distinguished from the tops row in use by their shape, the, pecullar simple plug of iron, the ridges for the string and the fact that they were of Native wood, unstained, uncolored in any way, and unvarnished. I submit with this sketches’ of the kind of tops I describe, made from memory— for that is all I have to upon; but they were certainly “hummers,” and better spin- ners tian those which have so apparently usurped their places, which, in the opinion of the writer, is more on account of cheap- ress of construction for the market, than that the wish of the boys has been con- sulted, or that they possess any adva age whatever over the old style. = March 4, 1898. AN OLD Boy. Humiliation. From Puck. . “I understand that Jones is in hard luck.”” “Yes, indeed. He has been obliged to be- come an agent for the ‘Hummer’ wheel, after insisting for years that the ‘Scorch- er’ was the only wheel any self-respectis bicyclist could ride.” ee ————-o+—____ Victims of Mlusion. From the Chicago Record. “Did you read about the woman whq married one man, thinking he was an- other?” . “Don’t get worked up over that; lote of women do the same thing every day in the week.” Then we had also the famous “bull plug’’*! ADMITTED HE WAS A JINGO “Yep,” said the man on the back seat of the trailerto his seatmate, “you've hit the bull’s-eye righfjin the center. That's just what I am. y—a jingo. I'm a plain, every-day, ished, | undiplomatic, whole+eam, American jingo from Jingoville, any ‘renewed assur- ed consideration’ what- at I'm x jingo. I don’t fs else but a jingo. was a jingo. Thomas . John Hancock was ™ @ jingo. Blaine was ‘¢nough company for thuch common horse of my neighbors have, he same, and I'm go- ing to keep n:-being a jingo until themphave pcan epitaph for my h . If I Wad the influence and the pecessary skill i'd start in right new end organizé apolitical party that would take the rank<and ‘file of the tax- Payers and good eltisens of this country right off their féct—the jingo party of the United States of ‘America. That's what I'd call it, and you cen=gamble ycur last pair of hose it would be. supported. It wouldn't be supported by a pack of anarchists or war-for-pillage people; either. It would be upheld by mea ,from’Maine to California ivst as dead “squg¢t as I am myself, and @s you know I atti. that never peeped from behind the bars<ef ‘a eel; never gave man or dog the wors}-pF i, never bulldozed a woman, never cent of other peo- ple’s money, crc@ked or dis- honorable work er; men like me, that feel like taking their bonnets and waving ‘em, in the ait and whooping like Apaches every tim’ they get within sight of an American fgg; wren like me, that get hhoarse and choked up @nd speechless when- ever they hear ‘The Star Spangled Banner’ or ‘Hail Columbia;’ whether they're played en an accordion o® by. dinky brass band. That's the kind of people that would jump in a minute under the cover of a national jirgo party, and be darned proud to belong to such @ party at that. If there hadn't been any jingoes in this country back in the days when men wore knee pants and Towdered wigs there wouldn't have been any United States of America. I'm @ jingo, as I say and repeat, and I'll keep on re- peating it until that place down below pieteee solid; me that doesn’t mean that 'm yap enough to feel like trying to stand on Sandy Hook point and heave rocks across the sea at the walls of Madrid. It’s all tommy-rot to try to make jingoes out of that kind of peopie. But I was born and raised over on this upper part of the west- ern hemisphere, and so were all my people for @ whole long time back, and I like it and I'm stuck on ft, and that’s the reason I can’t understand or get next to some of the kind of Americans that are hopping lcose around this country just now, that jew about ‘the horrors of war under any and all circumstances, and try to make people like me helleve that it’s the real thing fer this country to lay back and take cheap guff and side swats from all hands across the way that think they can put it on Oe poe Bis see the inside of the eads of that kind o” pollywcgs and jelly- fish. I'd like—” awa as But what else the self-confessed jingo «who looked like a pretty solid man, too,) Woull like ‘he finished telling when he got off the car. @ jingo. me. I've got sense as you 0! but I'm a jing — OF HISTORIC INTEREST. A Cane Made From Wood Froin the Spanish Warsittp San Pedro. “I have in my possession,” says Mr. Wm. W. Birth, the serficr member of the Oldest Inhabitants’ Association, ‘a walking stick, the history of witich is, at the present time, very interestin| Jt was a part of the hand-rail of a stairway leading to the cabin of the commander of the Spanish warship San Pedro, whith was blown up in the Caribbean sea, “Off the coast of Venezuela or Colombia, tle year before the termina- tion of the long-continued and persistent struggles of tht South American @tates for their freedom frém Spain. “Oh, if Cubahad’‘a Bolivar! But per- haps the commande there is equally re- sourceful, and will ultimately succeed in freemg the people of, his country from the more than terg{ble ‘Suffering they are ex- periencing. = “In 1819, 1 think it was, the San Pe was sent from the mother country, ‘with feveral hundred troops, to take the places of a similar number who had served their allotted time, and were. to be returned to their homes. “Phere was also on board the ship avout one million dollars, sent to pay off the troops and meet other demands. While the ship lay off the coast, trans- ferring troops, a fire broke out on, board and reached the magazine, How many rérsons perished I have now no means of escertaining, but the presumption is there was a very great number. ‘Ihe money ail went down with the ship, and was at the bottom of the sea, undisturbed, for more than a quarter of @ century. A wrecking company of Baltimore, Md., got permission of the South American government (off whose coast, at a known locality, the ship lay) to search for treasure, paying, prob- ably, a percentage of the resuit to Vene- zuela or Colombia. The find was the re- covery of some twenty-five or thirty thou- ‘send dollars in silver. Several years after this effort another attempt was made to recover something of value, but the mo- tion of the sea had so covered the ship with heavy masses of sand that only a small amount was secured. “On leaving the Wreck the mahogany rail of the stairway was taken off, to. be made into canes, The treasure, together with the rail and a small brass cannon found on board, * was deposited in the Union Bank of Maryland, in Baltimore. I had then living a iife-long friend, an offi- cer of the bank, «ho was presented witn ne of the canes nuide from the rail of the ship's cabin. He had the stick mounted with @ silver eye and silk cord and tassel, and presented it to me. And for a number of yenrs I have been, and am now, using it. “I saw at the bank black masses of the coin recovered, which the intense heat of the burning ship had melted and mixed avith coal ashes and,cinders. It is not at all fmprobable that the loss of life was similar in number to that of our recent lamentable experience. : x Yes, this is mother and. daughter, but— Not as you-supposed.—Life. = ALABAMA’'S FORMER CAPITAL “Tn last Saturday's Star I noticed a splen did picture of Alabama's state capitol,” sald Capt. George Dallas to a Star man yesterday, “and it made me feel sad to re- member that Cahaba, the former capital of the good old state, is now almost ob- Uterated from the face of the earth, and @ few years ago was sold for taxes, and was bought by a former slave of one of its wealthiest residents. When Cahaba was Alabama's capital it was one of the mos important inland towns in the south, and was the center of an opulent stave-hold- ing aristocracy. It was a most beutiful littie city, situated at the confluence of the Cahaba and Alabama rivers, surrounded by large and fertile plantations that lay along their banks. Here was the homes of the nobles of the state, and here they built their homes in the architecture of the south of that day—broad verand: wide halls, commodious rooms, and a muititude of -windows. Surrounding each dwelling were extensive grounds, often acres, and the rarest and choicest flowers budded and bloomed in the gardens. Those people lived in baronial style in those da: Magnolias oaks and stately cedars fringed the en- trance to the lovely grounds, and myrti and cape jasamine grew into trees in the gardens; thoroughbred horses and blooded cattle roamed in the splendid pastures and game cocks walked proudly around in the barnyards. Some of these homes were ver- itable palaces of stone and marble, in the midst of parks, with wide winding drives bordered by semi-tropical flowers, wet with the sprays from splashing fountains. In Cahaba and near it Hved some of the proudest families in the state. “When the confederacy was born at Montgomery, located more than one hun- dred miles up the river, the men and boys of Cahaba went to the front to fight for what they believed to be right, and this. together with the fact that the capital had been removed shortly before, was no doubt the start of the downfall of Cahaba. After the war every effort was made to infuse some of the old-time life and energy intc Cahaba, but the war had struck the death blow. Selma proved to be the better cot- ton market and to that place the business flowed, while Cahaba was left to die, you might say by inches. The county seat waz transferred to Selma and it then looked as if every business man who could, made an exodus from Cahaba. Costly mansions were torn down and reconstructed in the successful city of Selma, and within a few years the place was almost deserted. Briers and weeds grew up in the streets anc hedged in the once beautiful and costly homes, and finally only a few years ago the old capital of Alabama was soid for taxes, the purchaser being a negro named Henry Freeman, whose earlier life had been spent as a slave on the plantation o1 one of the wealthy men. To Alabamians these recollections are not very pleasant.’ ——_+ HAUNTED BY MEMORY. One Man Who Will Never Forget the Samoan Disnster. “I suppose that all of us who felt the living, frenzied torce of that awful on-sa0re hurricane will dream about it occasionally as long as we live,” said an ex-blue jacket of the United States navy, now living in Washington, who was among the Van- calla’s ship’s company at the time of the great naval disaster in Apia harbor, Sa- moa, jn reverting to that experience. “For three or four years after I got out of that mess all safe and sound, tha memory of it used to get tangled up in my head when I was asleep, and I would wake in a trem- ble and be unable tou sleep for the remain- der of ths night. But time has softened the craggier edges of the remembrance of that horrifying black wind, and once in a spell nowadays I forget all about it for two or three days at a time. It all came back to me with hea force when the Maine went up in the air with a lot of my shipmates, though. “There w one man in my mess on the Vandalia who was never quite right after we went on the reef. I was shipmate with him for two years afterward, and his oc- cesicnal wildness was plain to ail hands, and men who've been shipmates with him since—for he’s still in the outfit—tell me that he’s just as badly haunted by the m2mory of the disaster as he nen Jast 1 saw him. This man was a shipwright, and his name was Turley. Before we had that bad blow y as cheerful and as chipper a man around decks as I ever swapped yarns with; but when he got well of his broken arms down in Apia he was ‘a changed man. I never saw him crack a grin after the blow, and from a stout, husky fellow he became thin and haggard- looking. He recovered all right physically from the thing, you see, but it sort of twisted his head and preyed upon him. He swung his hammock alongside of m2 on the Aiert for two years after we were sent up to duty on the west coast again, and it was a common thing for Turley to hop out of his hammock in a frenzy in the middle of the night, im port or at sea, yelling } @ madman, ‘All hands abandon ship—she’s going to strikal’ He created a lot of excite: ment up forward by doing this, but after a while the men got used to it and only turned over when they heard Turley hoe S. t was the regular thing for the cor- poral of the marine guard at the gangway to prod the poor chap awake when he had these crazy somnambulistic spells and put him back in his hammock, for he'd come out of them as weak as a kitien and trem- bling all over. Ther2 were a number of us on the Alert who were washed up in the Samoan disaster, and, naturallly, once in a while we'd get to talking about it. But it didn’t take us long to find out that we couldn’t talk about it while Turley was around. The mention of th> thing in his hearing would bring an insane gleam into his eyes and he would suddenly begin to talk incoherently and at the top of his voice about reefs and dragging anchors and all that, so that we learned to knock off Samoan hurrican> talk when he was around. I don’t wonder, much, either. It was an evil enough blow to nigh turn any rran’s headgear topsy-turvy ee TITLE BY DIGESTION. A New Zealand Native Custom in Re- gard to Land Transfers. Mr. Hugh Craig, the president ,of the chamber of commerce of San Francisco, who is now in the city, tells some jnterest- ing stories about New Zealand and the native customs. He wa8 born in that ts- land, where his father, who was a native of Scotland, lived for a number of years. Mr. Craig says that the title to all land is vested in the natives, according to the agreement made with England, and that when land is to be transferred the de- termination of any question of ownership comes before a court constituted for that purpose. On one occasion, when a hearing in a case was in progress, a young native informed the court that his father owned the land, and, in consequence, it now be- longed to him. When some of the natives were asked if he spoke the truth, they replied that he did. At this point an old native, who was sit- ting in the rear of the court room, arose to his feet, and, throwing aside his mantle, stood forth, stark naked, and, coming fort ward, addressed the court. This mode of dress—or, rather, undress—Mr. Craig said, was by no means uncommon when natives appeared before the land court. He pro- ceeded to tell the court that the yourg man was mistaken in claiming the owner- ship of the land. He himself held the title te the property. He said years ago he went to war against the owner of the property in question, and that not only was the pro- prietor of the land killed, bul every’ mem- ber of the family except the young man who had just claimed the land. “He was then a babe,” continued the old man, “and I had seized hiin by one of his feet and was about to dash nis brains out agalust a rock, when my wife inter- ceded on behalf of the boy, and begged that his life be spared, and that he be given to her.” He went on to say that he granted her request, and gavé her the boy, who had ever since lived in his family. “Now he claims the land,” he added, “‘be- cause his father owned it. But I fought his father and killed him and all the mem- bers of his family. What is more, I ate all of his body that was edible, so that all PHILANDER JOHNSON? Written for The Evening Star. The Baby. A new philosopher's come to town. Though never a beard kas he: He wins respect while he scorns renown. He's a wonderful ran, though wee. And his pate is bald; but his eye is brigt For it never was touched by tears; And he’s learned far nore in a single night than most of us learn in years. He laughed at the world when the morn- ing’s glow First bade him bencld the jest: And ke loved his aeighber—and loved him 50 ‘That ’mongst ail he is loved the best. And he sways the crowd with a simple might Which every man reveres: He has learned far more in a single night Than most of us learn in years. * xo An Apprchensive Parent. “Josiar,” said Mr. Corntossel to his son. “I’ve come a long ways to see you. I'm worried about you. I thought of you away oft here at school by yourself, an’ my mind got uneasy. I couldn't stand it no ionger, so I packed my carpet bag an’ come along 80's to give you some advice.” “Why, there was no occasion for un- easiness. I am doing very well. My health is good and I am progressing steadily in my studies.” “But I don’t Fear anythin’ about your winnin’ any prizes in bicycle races nor gettin’ cn foot ball teams nor singin’ in glee clubs.” “No. You can’t reproach me with hav- ing neglected my books.” “But you don’t propose to siddown an’ put in all your time at books, do you? Josiar, that’s the very thing I come to warn ye agin. What you want is more fcot ball an’ more bicycle ridin’ an more banjo plunkin’.” I prefer to acquire ideas,” the slightly frigid answer. “Of course. Idees is all right in their Proper places. But you don’t want to git in the way of takin’ 'em too much to heart. I have no doubt you have one or two idees about how this earth ought to be run. You kin see ways of improvin’ most everythin’ that ts undertook now- adays.”” “Well, there are two or three suggestions that I might make for the benefit of the human race.” “Josiar, you jes’ listen to me. Don’t you make 'em. Not yet awhile, anyhow. You Jes’ put ‘em away and let ‘em git good an’ ripe. I haven't the least suspicions about their bein’ good idees, mind ye. But the minute ye let on that ye’ve got anythin’ on yer mind different from what's on everybody's ye'll have all the peopie weth queer notions of any description wiatsom- ever comin’ an’ shakin’ hands weth ye an’ callin’ ye ‘brother.’ An’ the nex’ thing yell be takin’ up all yer time argyin’ an’ oxplainin’ so's ye won't have a chance to learn anythin’ else an’ ye'll furgit to have yer hair cut an’ git into the way of talkin’ on the street corner durin’ business hours. An’ after that happens there won’t be no more chance of your bein’ identified at a bank if ye should happen to need it than as if you had been born in China. Ef your bent was athletic, Josiar, I might talk dif- ferent; but as it 1s I want ye to promise yer old father that ye'll try to git on the fcot ball team an’ ff ye can't, that ye'll be up in the grend stand rootin’ fur all you're wuth, every time they’s a game. * x * Keeping Pace With Events. “Charle ex- claimed young Mrs. Torkins, gleefully, a8 she laid down ‘the newspaper; “I was sure that public sen- timent would assert {iself and bring everything out all right In the end.” “What is the mat- ter?” inquired her husband. “‘Have you b n reading poli- tics?” “Politics? Certain- ly not. You. know very well that I never trifle away my time with any- thing so unprofitabl ing about base ball.” “Oh, I see. And you have it-all figured out that our club is going to win the pen- nt.”” 0. I don’t care anything about that. But you know how I was worried that day you took me to the game. I am proud and thankful to see that decided to give the public cleaner ball.’ “Yes; that’s a move m the right direc- ticn.” “Of course it ts. read- I have been There will be some pleasure in seeing the players carrying themselves like gentlemen.” “Why, I didn’t hear anything annoying the afternoon we went.” “Hear anything? Of course you didn’t hear anything. But the way those men would rub their hands in the dust just be- fore they went to hit the ball was dread- fully unneat. And when one of them de- liberately spoiled his clothes sliding along the ground so that another man couldn't tag him, I felt sure that it wouldn't be long before there was a demand for clean- er ball. And you see,” she added com- piacently, “everything has turned out just as I predicted. And the beauty of it is that they will become more and more re- fined as time goes on.” * * x A Crushing Revelation. “If I look kind of hang-dog and fagged out, it ain't anything to be wondered at,” remarked Broncho Bob, as some of his fellow-citizens of Crimson Gulch endea- vored to entice him into the festivities in Progress at the faro lay-out. “All you want to do is to let me alone. Mebbe in the course of time I'll live it down an’ for- git all about it. But until that happens thar ain’t no use of expectin’ me to be my old self. “You have seemed downright melon-char- ley since you got back from the east,” commented Teepee Tom, in tones of sym- ath: eye I've had my self-respect jolted clean out of me. I used to hold up my the managers have head and look the world in the face, I can't any more.” “Didn't they treat you right?” “They done their best. But they might have kept it from me. Them rich rela- tons of mine means well—but I can’t hav sincere regards fur nobody that can't ke @ secret. It was just their natural o} spoken ignorance that made the troub My rich cousin got braggin’ about what a fine fam’ly he come from. An’ I ventured to say that I didn’t reckon his fam'ly was any finer'n mine. He owned up to that, which of course he had to do, seein’ as how a good many of our kin was all men- tioned in the same fam'ly Bible. Then he asked me if I'd like to look at our fam'ly pedigree, which, allus havin’ been inter- ested in curiosities, I told ‘im I would. “Well,” says he, ‘come into the gallery where I keep the fam'ly portraits.” I went with him, an’ he p'inted around an’ say: ‘There's your ancestors.’ " “Cheer up, ol’ man,” exclaimed “Teepee Tom, as the narrator gave signs of break- ing down. “sts easy enough to say cheer up. But you ain't had the sorrow I have. Yeu ut have to bear with me, an’ let me gloom It along my own way fur awh When a man has been brought face to face with the fact that he hed relations who wore lace around the bottom of their pants and rufties around their necks and red stock- in’s there ain't no use of tellin’ him to cheer up. Ye've got to let him slink off somewhere an’ rassie in his own mind an’ try to git over wantin’ to die.” * x * The Old Artillery Piece, Howdy, Mistuh Cannon! Jedgin’ by de sour’ No one would suspicion you was anywheres aroun’! Got yoh mouf wide open like you's ready foh ter howl; But you sits in watchful silence an’ you doesn’ even growl. Howdy, Mistuk Cannon! You ain’ got so much to do. A bunch o’ firecrackers makes a heap mo’ noise dan you. It seem like nuffin’ couldn’ ‘sturb yoh dig- nity an’ ease; Like any one could come along an’ sass yer ef he please. But hol’ on, Mistuh Cannon! be polite, "Case when you's roused to talkin’, what you says is dynamite. Yoh tones brings hope to many and to to many gloom an’ death, An’ de whole world stops to Isten every time you draws yoh breath. Tis gwineter Howdy, Mistuh Cannon—an’ I hopes yoh country’s pride Will nevvuh hyah you arguin’ losin’ side; Dat you'll be one who nevvuh finds of rev- erence a lack, upon de Who doesn’ speak ontil he's sure, an’ nevvuh takes it back. Spe ieccane THEIR ONLY CRIME, Death of Two Boys for Show uba Libre.” Mr. Stephen Bonsal, in his Condition of Cuba Today,” describes execution of two little Cuban boys, whi only sin had been that they always shoute “Long Live Free Cuba.” An old sergeant tells him the story. They had been kept imprisoned, but “they were very much pleased when the lieutenant said they would ie together; he would not separate them. Then the oldest lost his courage a little, whispered imploringly to the captain, and we thought he was going to give way, poor little worm, and I would not have blamed him. He should have been at home with his mother, curled up in her lap, But then the captain answered, loud and sharp, and we knew he had not been wavering. The captain said: ‘What you ask 1s impossible. I cannot have your arms unbound. I must obey orders, and you must be shot just as you are, and, lke all the other prisoners, sentenced to death for rebellion.’ Then the little chap, who was not a year older than his brother, blew out his chest lke the little game cock he was, and said: ‘I only asked because Carlito is so young; because I wanted to put my arms about him when you fired to save him all I could when the Lullets came; but Carlito is a Cuban; he will be brave.’ Then the sergeant made them kneel down, three feet apart, on the ground, with their backs to the firing pl tcon. It was hardly a second. The file w: drawn up, and the lieutenant cried, ‘Apun- tar!’ (aim). But, you know, these little fel- lows had edged toward each other, working on their knees hard, and were kneeling shoulder touching shoulder, and with eheei to cheek. Then the volley came, and the bullets lifted the poor little feather-weights, that they were, off the ground and blew them against the wall. You know, paisano, I have not been at all easy in my mind about the rights of these things which I see, and sometimes I think that you and J, who sit here and see these things done without trying to stop them, are sin ver- guenzas (without shame) like all the rest— no better and no worse.” “The Real the AUGHT IN THE ACT. From Harper's Bazar. eerie I Grasaville, you Pome ex’ sit up with yer sick mother. ees © be Saoeseet it be 30 teketre yer parent?” (Pointing to her hated rival, Daisy ) "t take me out a- suddenly on the scene, cont —“Ko, Warburt ces itemptuously] — "—oh, no! You