Evening Star Newspaper, September 10, 1898, Page 14

ntal life, k to a vd Septemt cerks ked as s would n but til this, né¢ government i been the r Wa ompletely partment ermment detaiis an piece: quenc ™ ng treniee , leaves are us ne The 1 depart- | ot look so blue ‘ei sing. as a time We know al any longer tha w > nd that it is not | : : ef > the whe tit is Surprising n s now at its | ced an porter, rema anor ly are or the cur- fu the to if many of th tale net induige or of wit except in a few | mat er, except in r Department. over as far i get in to make aves, an nake OV wid Clerk in atten¢ bus: id ss fer ir leave it the amount rs he would them- law foo. and for a tim: Star ai of > miller that the and sty rver- moving | that an the s found is not do- into the may be $s of which ly for is in my | , ignorant nd | . crying ¥ > Mount week F ¢ > nw think I am at h things, it is for y than we | atoes,” said the factory in | wi 7 he writer yesterday. “This 3 the t o crop Is the largest we have | r s n New Jersey since 18 w thar pduct cou « zht, 1898. Lite Publish COLUMBIA Is | lacking in some of the particuls } me ei AT § Cet at THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 10, 1898-24 PAGES. be marketed. Warmers are now virtually ‘ay, at from 15 to 20 ather than see the vege- giving fine tomatoes cents per bushel, tabl on their 3 a blessing that tomatoes are lant this season, not only for the re that other vegetables, such as peas, 18 and corn, } t matured so suc- ful.y, but bec. the demand for the d article has been so great in the y and navy during the past four months now have a very limited sup- s canned goods left on hand uency that might have m’s crop of tomatues n hirty-three pack- nd county, with mt of at cf tomatoes in the United In a good season, such as the pres- , 10,000,000 cans are packed in Salem and Cumberland county is good for cans. The acreage in the two year is 3 per cent larger than year, when the season was only a moderately fair one for growing lo- It is estimated that the combined h its t] | pack of the two countics this year will not be less than ¥2,000,0.0 cans. The average eutput of canned tomatoes in the United States from 1893 to 1897 was. about 5,250,000 cases, or 1 0 cans, > HORSE LUCK. SOME It Looked Very Bad, but It Turned Out AML Right. The man who followed the horses was jezsing around the conversational track, with a few scattered listeners In the infield and nobody in the grand stand. “Speaking of luck,” he was saying, “no- bo@y can tell where it is going to hit or when, or how many times in the same Let me show you what I mean. One day my wife was in the grand stand and I out around the betting boxes, and it was about a half hour before the first race, | when a rattling nice-looking chap rushes up to my wife in the crowd where s nd ed where I was. § not know him at all, b he seemed to know me so well that never tumbled aid wher ny that she hadn't ds me. vuld do a but ff there w he would be glad had got a ed $10 and get it. Well. you know, my wi the right spirit, and in a minut d out thi one nd in anothe he had skippe h it, and tt the last she or for man; when he cal And whe: of him. Anyhow, that . but she hi and she wi woman g. ail he might as well lay vn, for 1 get him and by. About three ufter the $10 drop we were in Phil- one day walking along Broad hen whom should the little woman 1, and she had him where by He knew it, and he as slick as you please, and came up iling with hi t off and bowing. He ologized and said he so sorry he hed sent her the nd he was then on ray to do so, but had got a tip on De- that he t take care of, and im- iately thereafter he would send her the y. The way he did it kind of dazed f us, and before we fairly had our i pout us he had slipped out of sight in the crow Ww never said a word, and I said a on brought up at our » left me in the office and off to our room. The next [ saw of that evening, when she met me out 6 o'clock. he, ‘we've got money.’ two hundred I wo say- e, ‘I took that and put it as my $10 hoodoo sz One hundred at 12 to hundred at 4 to 1 for won. We're sixteen nd now let’s go and hich we did, and as preaching, though y the less deserve ng on an innocent a and beating her out of ten good anter, just going to do. win and one and De > was 1 to won ONE THE OF remarked the from Philadelphia statesmen and orators ‘ell us, be a blessing in that it has brought to- gether once more in fraternal union tt two sections of the country split wide op by the civil war, but while th all right in w drun our er are a general they ar For ing alc At the ford n of about stanc two weeks ago I was f a remote road in Mississippl. of a small s m I met a m thirty ye who was quite as primitive a S) imens as I ever saw my life. I asked him the w to the place I was after, »nd, s he was ing the same way, I him to join me, and we enli by conversation & I spoke about « rs, er the said 1 nin the fight. ‘but my daddy wuz.’ happen that he went in and he an- t to have n to ask such a -juestion. |. looking at me as if I on wn bett ‘Oh, ed to explain when I what he w thinking about, the last war between the south, but the one that has xclaimed, ‘has ther’ ourse there ha t rprise and bis "Well, I'll be derned,’ & himself thought; ‘it do z ef we never would git them tes licked plumb right; don't T said, laughing after giv- “Then it took me a minute to compre- hend arly whit was in the mind of this far-away, unr tructed southeener, and when I did I on that he was mis- ken in “ts and con. ions, but jol- Ned him along for a mile ddwn the road, when he turned off into the woods and left to my way alone, wondering sue what there was in the world that we had pul not yet heard of.” > At Long Branch. From Life. “John, are you going in bathing this aft- ernoon?” “Yes; why?” “I'll get the maid to sweep the vegetables off the water.” First Theos his settles it; I re- ign from the Se ty.” ond Theosophist— ‘What's the mat- “Why, one of my tenants has gone oft hout paying his rent, and left me a note saying he would try to square with re in some future existence.""—New York Herald. GRATEFUL. | | hit : = = = = IN HIS) MOTHER'S EYES | ADVENTURE WITHA PANTHER | IT WAS A HORSE ON THEM Of late years,” said the man verging on ferty and a double chin, ‘I’ve learned to carefully refrain from swaggering and swashbuckling around in the presence of my little old moth+r. I long since gave up trying to show off in her presence. I don’t endeavor to be a Heap Big when she’s around. As a matter of fact, 1 don’t doubt that she regards me as about the ontiest Heap Big that ev2r happened. That's a way that little 9ld mothers have. But how she can possibly regard me in this flatter- ing light is more than I can make out. As I say, | am particular not to attempt to throw any bluifs out when she’s around. I've learned to figure it that sh2 has too good a jifelong kine on me and my whole make-up fOr me vo try to pose wnen her purewd eyes are lastened upon ms, 4 know that in many respects she sui regards me 4s a boy of seven. She never says 50, but i teel unat she di all the same, and that’s why 1 never get haughty or gay When shes loosing at me. Wuen 1 was u yeung leiew, Just avout going to work tor 3 a week, 1 remember how 1 usud to sweil around and make out lo her tnat 1 was a great man and something out of the com- mon, and 1 provabiy haa her convinced of it, too, at that. But nay, nay; not any more. Since I've taken the ume to study and analyze the coliection of portraits she has of me, I've given up all that. “I guess she's got about thirty pictures of me stow away and on exhibition. She thinks every one of ‘em is a gem of the purest ray serene—especially those that were tak2n when I was a kid. The first one is a daguerrsotype—set in a snap frame with two broken hinges—ihat was made of me when I was six months old. Say, that picture’s a show! I remember how hot it used to make me, as a young chap just starting a mustach2, when my mother would dig that daguerreotype out and show it to pretty girls visiting my sisters—giris that I wanted to make a hit with. My mother maintains that I was the prettiest baby that ever came down the pike. Well, you ought to see that dagu2rreotype, that's all. Of all the lumpy-jawed, fat, shapeless, scowling Things that I ever saw represent- ed by the medium of a picture, I surely take the cake In that daguerreotpye. ‘And such a lovely baby as you were!” says my little old m: her when ske’s taking a look at this daguerreotype. T don’t dispute the point with her. What'd be the use? Thon she’s got a yellow carte de visite photo- graph of me wh two years old. me lumpy jaw. . Same ape= sness. Same In looking at this picturs> my mother relates for me numer- j ous little incidents of my life when T had achieved the age of two that cause me to wonder why I didn’t then and there sacri- fice her everlasting resp2ct and affection. Seems as though I didn’t, though, somehow or other, The next picture is a tintype of me when T was three years old. Tam lean- ing two fat, bar arms on a square ped tal, and I've got one short-socked lez cro ed over the other. My short, stands out like a ballet d. a scowl. Look if the whole thin: me ‘tired. ‘And what a sweet d nD you did have then!’ exclaims my little old mother when she gazes that tintype Would there be eny use in my trying to tell her that I didn’t look the part? “The next picture is a brown-toned pho- tograph of me at the puissant ag> of five, In my first knee pants. They're baggy, zouave-ltke knee pants, and I’ve got no means of knowing now whether they were made over from an old pair of my father cr not. I've got a six-inch-hieh topknot, as shiny as jet. on the top of my head, and I'm still scowling like a justice of the Su- preme Court in knickerbockers. an amia- Fact Is. “My mother tells me that Tw: ble little duffer at the age of five. in going over these pictures, she recites all | kinds of Incidents of deviltry and mischief in which T mingled around about the time the portraits were made, but she always winds up these recitals with the remark that. at such and such an age, [ was the real thing, anyhow. Then there's the tin- type of yours truly in his first pair of cop- per-toed bo It appears from what my little old mother says that when I got this first pair of copper-toed boots T was so proud of ‘em that I went around kicking holes through everything in the house, ‘in- cluding my little ers—"And what a dear feliow you were then, to be sure,” she s in conciuding this narration. Skip- ping a few, I arrive at the photograph of me when I was about thirteen and earning St a week. It’ ph, and I've got my hi on my forehead and It’s notable, her's eyes, because it pair of long pants. look like a though, in my represents my Then there's a sixteen—the age when I began to cast sheep's e3 at the little sirls on the block, and was beginning the right side of my forehead. Say, of all iNy looking ducks! My mother sa were beginning to be such a man then!” and { let it go at that. Then ows a bewildering succession of cartes te, tintypes and cabinet photographs ting me up to the age of twent . From the losks of all of them I'm compelled to believe that when I had each and every one of them taken I was about as grimy, conceited, pulp-headed an im- becile as ever roaméd about loose. I w taking all sorts of liberties with my hair, it first tintype of me when I w appears, the better to pulverize the girls I knew—and, say, I meet quite a number of those girls right cften, and most of 'em have got seven children—and my main idea in having most of the portraits taken seemed to be to exhibit my make-up in the mat- ter of clothes and neckties, and so on. For example, one of the three-quarter-length cabinets is a splendid likeness of my first dress sult. Then, there's one that portr: to a T the first tailor-made overcoat I ever got hold of, and, incidentally, there's a good likeness,in this of a cigar that I held in my hand When I had the overcoat's pic- ture taken. J was about twenty when that one was done, and I wouldn't have let the cigar remain out of the picture for money. Then, there's the bust picture of me en- gaged in the herculean task of raising a mustache. I sat four or five times for that one, I remember. The photographer, yeu know, made the mistake of throwing a strong light on one side of my face at several sittings, and when I saw the proof there was only a bit of a shadow on my upper lip on one side, and on the brightly lighted side of my upper lip nothing but blankn I recall how sore those proofs made me. And so on. No man whos mother has got a collection of pictures of him like this of my mother’s stowed away will try to be elevated or lordly or high- falutin’ with her, if he’s got the sense he was born with, and you hear me a-talk- ing.” ore A MATTER OF SUPPORT. The Two Men Did Not Mean the Same Way. The young fellow, with a business which was netting him about $4,500 a year and growing slowly but surely, arrived in Washington one day last week from the tLriving town of Chicago, and at once pro- ceeded to the northwest part of the city, where a very charming young lady lives with her father and several other mem- bers of her family, all very nice people and extremely well-to-do, and all of them very friendly to the young man, except the father, who is one of those fathers all of us know about, who always seem to have got into the family by mistake. The old man isambitious socially, and would rather his daughter would marry a diplomat on ey @ week than the sharpest young business man in ten states. It is rather remarkable that such men remain American citizens, but they do. About two hours after the young chap had gone into joint conference with the young lady he begged to be ex- cused, and carefully proceeded into the library to have a talk with papa. Being somewhat of a hustler !t was not @ great while before the caller stated his case fully, notwithstanding he had not been cheered on by an admiring father. “Can you support my daughter, sir,” the older man said with pompous dignity, “in the manner to which she has been accus- tomed “I do not recognize your authority to ask me that question,” replied the young man stiffly, and the older one nearly tumbled ov What do you mean, sir?” he inquired, jumping up. “Just what I say, I will never be called on to support your daughter. She will be my wife, and if I don’t support my wife in a manner to which she has been accustomed it will be her privilege to object. She has not been accustomed to anything as my wife, but that is no sign she won't be, and all you need to do is to give us a chance.” It almost floored the father by its novel- ty, Bat sna meee won, cayene — man ts getting a cage ready cago for Dis bind. = “The sportsman who has a hankering for exciting hunting,"’said an Arizona man, after listening to the story of a friend who had had several, thrilling encounters with Ugers in India; “may have plenty of it any- Where among the mountains of eastern Arizona. Pantlieré like those one reads about in tales.of frontier life are still to be met there in all their pristine ugliness and strength. I reéall a very narrow escape which I and another cowboy named Burke had two years ago in one of the forests of that state. We were returning to camp, after an absence of several days, with a large herd of cattle, and Tate in the after- noon we missed two steers which had ey denily entered and strayed away in the forest along ihe edge of which our journey homeward lay. Not wishing to lose the 2nimals in the forest, where thousands of panthers were known to abound, we alluw- ed the bunch of cattle to go on ahead, and, Baas we had not gone very far into the thick of the forest, which was in places covered with a heavy .undergrowth of bushes, when we thought we heard a nois embling that made by the hoofs of a rin walking through brush. As we got a fittle nearer to the bushes where we had beard the noise Burke, who was a little ahead of me, suddenly reined up his horse. He must bave seen something that stiaUed him, tor he waved me back wnd inen cock- ed his gun. A moment later a big panther came into view carying a squeaiing cub bear in its mouth. It carried the cub as a cat would a mouse, and as it did not ap- pear to notice our presence Burke took his gun from his shoulder and we both vat there looking and wondering what the wild Least would do with its pre “Our interest was stili more excited when a few moments later the ling mother bear meade its appearance. Ske was evi- dently afraid to tackle the panther, and that beast appeared to know it. But pres ently the panther put the cub on the ground, as if to get a better hold on its neck, when the bear plunged a¢ ihe pan- ther and caught it round the body just in front of the hind legs. Like a fash the panther flung the cub into the air, yanked itself loose and, turning quickly, jumped at the bear. The bear knocked the panther to one side and a second stroke of its paw sent the big cat flying into the bush: But at this stage of the fight the cu once more, and the mother bea to forget everything hut her youns rushed to its rescue. She had not, now taken more than three or four steps when the panther sprang at threat again. Its aim was true, for it settled the claws of its forefeet in the bear s shoulder and its teeth in her neck. The bear now struggle hard to shake the parther off, but she couldn't do it. Soon the panther toce the bear's entrails out with its hind cla) und then it leaped away and went to smcil after the cub, which had crawled over to a tree near where we uad been watcbing the hattie. “On came the panther sniffing along the ground for the cub, whica had retreated until it was within ten feet from us. Then the panther paused, and tor the first time turned its attention to Its attitude was cne of defiance, lips up in izing the It crouched and curled i and in a hideous snarl, danger ‘we were pr and fired. Hui his aim was too , and the e beast sprang for my aring my coat into shreds and lea ing the marks of its claws on my shou!de: Once again the panther was about to jump Burke rex raised hi for me. But dhis, time Burke put a in a vital spot and the panther fell dead. “We didn’t stop! to luok wround any longer that da} for/our stwors, but the ne: afternoon another dowboy Lelonging to our camp ran acr6ss their remains in a gorge i | about half a mile away from where we had | shot the panther.“They had been killed | and partly devoured by panthers. HOW THE CHINAMAN FISHES. He Trains Cormorants and Makes Suckers Bo It for Him, “Speaking of the natural instinct and extent to which thé faculties of birds may be developed, said an old bird trainer. to the writer recently; “perhaps one of the most interesting exampies of this’ 1s the way the cormorant is trained by the China- man to Catch fish. The cormorant is a very intelligent bird and is easily domesti- cated. They readily lay when captured and their egys arg hatched out by ehickens. When a Chinese-fisherman has half a dozen or more of these birds he begins while they are still young to teach them to obey his commands, and to come to him when they are called. He next allows them their free- dom in the water, where they soon develop their natural inclination to dive in search of fish. But as the birds invariably bolt the fish which they catch, a metal ring is fas. tened snugly around their necks and this ents them swallowing. fisherman takes his birds out on a raft to some favorable fishing ground and puts them overboard. They begin diving in turns for fish. As soon as a fish is s2cured the cormorant comes to the surface to swallow tt, but is prevented from doing so the ring around {ts neck. The bird is then called to the float by the fisherman, who robs it of its prey, and then loosens the ring and r2wards the tird with a small p:ece of fish. The fisherman refastens the ring about the neck of the cormorant and the whole operation is repeated again and again, until the bird becomes tirzd of div ing, when another cormorant is put over- board, Some of these cormorants are so perfectly trained that they will catch and Geliver fish without being restrained by the ring, and I have seen one bird bring to the surface as many as twenty fish, all of which weighed from a quarter to one and a half pounds “The Chinese, who have succassfully trained the cormorant and the otter to fish for them, have also taken the E remora in hand, with the happiest results, “Most yoyagers fn tropical seas are ac- qvainted with this peculiar fish, which 1s known generally by the trivial name of the sucker. The distinguishing characteristic of this fish is laziness. Unwilling to exert itself overmuch in the pursuit of food, it has developed an arrangement on the back of its head exactly lke the corrugated sole of a tennis shoe, and as artificial in appear- ance as if made and fitted by the hand of man. “When the sucker finds itself in the vi- cinity of any large floating body, such as a ship, a sbark, or a piece of floisam, whose neighborhood seems to promise an’ abund- ance of food It attaches itself firmly there- to by means of this curious contrivance, which permits It to eat, breathe and per- form all necessary functions while being carried about without any exertion on its part, It can attach and detach itself in- Stantaneously, and holds so firmly that a direct backward pull cannot dislodge it without injury to the fish. “Several good-sized, specimens of the fish having been caught the Chinese fisherman fits small iron fings to their tails, to which he attaches‘ long, slender, but very stout lines. Thus equipped the fisherman sets out, and when a basking turtle is seen two or three of tl sugkers are put overboard. Should they turf, and stick to the bottom of the fishihg raft they are carefully de- tached by being bushed forward with the inevitable bambsie, and started on the search agajp.. 4t last they attach them- selves to the supine turtle. Then the fisherman hauls {f the lines, against which gcntle sua#fon the ‘hapless Chelon strug- gles in vain. Omce on board the raft the useful remera isedetached, and is at once ready for yse again.” An Oak Tree 10,000 Years Old. From the Lonilon Hews. OO a Tt An extrgordingry discovery, and one which is just now; exciting considerable in- terest in arfliquarian circles in Lancashire and Cheshifes: has been made at Stock- port. During the excavations in the con- struction of sewage works for the town some workmen came across what has since proved to be a massive oak tree, with two immense branches. Professor Boyd Daw- kins, the well-known antiquary, is of opin- ion that the tree is one of the giants of prehistoric times, and he says that the tree 1s certainly 10,000 years old. The cor- poration of Stockport is at a loss what to do with the getnife fossil, which is sup- posed to weigh about forty tons, — e+ ____ In Madria, First Citizen—“T see that a question has arisen whether the credit for the destruc- tion of Cervera’s fleet is due to Schley or to Sampson.” Second Citizen (with a sigh)\—I wish our mavy coud give rise to a controversy urging our horses on, went in search of the ! - “One of the amusements of the Rough | Riders who are well enough to be skittish, over at Montauk Point,” said a Was..ing- ton man who went to Camp Wikoff last week to see his son, a member of the Dis- trict regiment, “is to induce their young men friends who visit them at the camp to ride their horses. The boys in the canary uniforms had a lot of fun at this game while I was at the camp. The Rough Riders’ horses are a pretty fiery, untamed lot. They were kept, most of them, on half or quarter rations while the outfit was j down in Cuba, but they’re getting their full allowance of oats now that they're in an American camp, and, besides, they are turned loose on as fine a grazing ground as I've seen on this side of the Mississippi. They have naturally gone a bit wild, there- fore, since they were disembarked from tht transports at Montauk Point. Another | thing that needs to be said about a troop- er's horse is that when the animal gets ed to the trooper’s ways (my boy in the guard told me all this) he won't permit imself to be ridden by another man under ‘cumstances without making a hard fight for it before he's conquered. They say, in fact, that in the regular cavalry of the United States the horses become attached to their respective riders and care takers that they are entirely useless for cavalry purposes—a good percentage of them—w.en their particular soldier-train- ers are mustered out. Even among the Rough Riders’ horses I saw something of this feeling on the part of the horses. One of the terrors, to prove the point, ved to mount and ride the horse of one of the soldiers belonging to another troop, and he never even got astride of the horse’s back. ‘Lae animal simply bucked and reared and threw him every time he tried it, and he finally gave the job up. “A great many friends of the New York Rough Riders were up at Camp Wikoff during the three days that I spent on the Point, and the troopers had all kinds of fun with the tenderfeet, who took it good-naturedly, however, probably consi ering that the boys who kad been down in the trenches were entitled to a bit of amusement, no matter who got the worst of it. “Take a little ride around tne camp on my nag,’ one of the riders would say to the young man visiting him. ““No; [ guess I'll cut that out, be the usual repl “Why, what for?” the rider would ask in surprise. ‘Riding’s better than walaing around in this hot sun, isn't it? What are you afraid of? What do yeu think I am to be tacklin~ | would one of these vicious brutes you chaps have | been racing over the cactus brush of Cuba | the young man yisiting his Rough | um at the camp would Vicious? Listen to the rider would exclaim, turning to the bo! star Z around. “Why, Tags of ours 2 as le as Regular ladies’ horses. let my ride that brute of mine, standing ove there, any old time, without a bit of he tation. uldn t you, fellows?” “Course we would,’ the ‘fellows’ would . chewing straws and looking inno- serutiniz pe if they were in ear ig him, and then, the id : und the camp on a really and truly and enough Rough Rider's horse, that was | gentle as a lamb, would begin to work | {on him, and within a couple of minutes he would be hanging on to the tangled mane of a bucking, pitch-rg, rearing, plunging, snorting brute of a cayuse heading direct for the open sea or for the top of a tall ff over which to pitch his rider. matter of fact a wonder that this of fun didn't cause a number of seriou horse: when they found the tenderfoot riders on their b: se dawdling around the camp, tak- ing in the sights, with my boy on the last afternoon I spent there, when we were joined by a grizzled man of fifty or there- abouts. He looked to me like a man from the far west. His cheeks were bronzed, and there the brightness of the open them care fully to jolly As a all his clear blue e He was dressed in a suit of store clothes, and he a bit awkward in his movements. He was rambling around alone. He got into con- versation with us, and accompanied us to the layout of the Rough Riders. He was a guiet sort of man, but the few remarks t he made cencerning the camp were shrewd and pretty nearly right. “Things were pretty quiet with the riders when we got to their camp. The men were sitting around, chewing st and medi- tating mischief. They got their eyes on the grizzled man who had joined us. “Hey, pop,’ called out one of them, ‘fs it pretty warm work, walking? Wouldn't you rather take a ride around the camp on one of our horses? “The grizzled man looked up at the boy in uniform and smiled blandly. “Dunno but what I would,’ he replied. S$ were all alertness right off. saw fun ahe: A couple of them ri for the grazing ground, and in a short time they brought up one of the horses, already saddled. It was the most Vicious horse in the outfit, as I afterward learned. Yet the horse looked as mild as a rabbit when he was led up. ““‘Get right on, pop,’ said one of the sol- diers. ‘Want a lift? ““Oh, I guess not,’ said the grizzled man, pulling his black slouch hat down over his eyes. “He didn’t use any stirrup to get on that horse's back. He just put one hand on the pommel of the saddle and vaulted. He had the bridle clutched in a second after he was well astride, and then we saw an ex- hibition of horsemanship that like to have taken our breath away. The horse reared and plunged, and jumped sidewise, stood up on his hind legs, and practically stood on his head and kicked backwards, and all the time the grizzled man sat like a statue, just riding the horse. Finally the animal gave a leap and was off like the wind. The man on the brute’s back seitled back and seemed to be enjoying himself hugely as long as we could see him, which was for a distance of about two miles. In fifteen minutes the grizzled man came can- tering back on as mild, thoroughly sub- dued a piece of horseflesh as I ever saw in my life. The Rough Riders weren't saying a word. Nobody was saying a word. Just as the grizzied man came up with the beaten horse one of the Rough Riders who had been taking a snooze in his tent during this performance came to the door of his tent, rubbing his eyes. This Rough Rider was from Corsicana, Tex. When he was suffi- ciently awake to look around him under- standingly he caught sight of the grizzled man on the back of the horse. He stared and rubbed his eyes some more. Then he gave a yell. “Well, blow me,’ he shouted, ‘if it ain't Buck Taylor. Hey, there, Buck. Why, doggone your eyes, how about the K-x out- fit. When d’je quit the show? And how the d—I are you, anyhow?” “The Corsican Rough Rider was shaking hands with Buck Taylor ten seconds later —Buck Taylor, formerly with the Wild West show, the champion tamer and rider of American cayuses and bucking bronchos, who spent over twenty years of his life at that business on the ranges of the south- west, and who is now living quietly in New York. “It's on us,’ said the Rough Riders, in chorus, and the care they took of Buck Taylor at the camp canteen for the re- mainder of that afternoon was a-plenty.” See They Had It. From the Norwich Argus. “I want a copy of Victor Hugo's master- piece,” said the lady who had entered the bookseller’s shop. She expressed herself thus vaguely be- cause she was nervous about her French. “I don’t think we have any book of that responded the youth behind the counter. “That is not the name of the work. It merely describes it,” rejoined the cus- tomer, “Published lately, ma’am’ “It was published many years ago. Sure- ly you have Victor Hugo's greatest work?” “I don't know whether we have or not. What's the name of it?” “Lay Mee Say Rabble,” replied the lady, desperately. “Oh, you mean ‘Less Misserables.’ Yes’m, we've got it.” ——_—§_-o-__ Between the Acts. From Puck. “You have paid rather marked ettentions to both girls.” “I know; but it's Cupid’s fault, not mine. He is like the Spanish sharpshooters.” “He sometimes fires at the wounded.” PHILANDER JOHNSON» Incomplete. What originally charmed him was her won- drous wealth of knowledge. To hear her talk was better than a course at any college. Euripides she quoted And Herodotus she voted A writer who was singularly sulted to he About Assyria enrapiured; The wars that it engaged in and the people that it captured: O'er cuneiform inscriptions Her delight would cause conniptions, And she seemed to like them be: they were very much erased. e read for long hours quite He felt he had secured a prize when she at last consented be his life companion, and a flat he straightway rented And, as she conversed demurely, He would often murmur, “Surely, There is no liverary page where she has failed to look.” But when he tried the early morning coffee and the biscuit, And concluded his digestion was too valu- able ty risk it, She confessed what he suspected. She had totally neglected The handy little volume where they tell you how to cook. * * The Proper Use. She was a collector of souvenirs. The young man who from the war could not so slight a requesi. All she wanted was something by which to remember the campaign in Cuba. He was about to respond in the usual ro- ion and offer himself, when she To » worthless trifle that wili remind me of the hardst through in defense of liberty. “iiow would one of the buttons off my uniform do he inquired. ‘No; I want something that was as* ciated with you in your daily utine 93 You went of life; net a mark that would designate any and all of Uncle Sams soldiers. 1 want to hang it in the parlor and preserve it for- ever.” “It must be indestructible, then?” “Well, the more nearly so, of course, the better.”” He was lost in meditation for some min- utes. Then, with brightening countenance, he exclaimed: “How thoughtless it was of me not to realize it before! I have the very thing. I've carried it for weeks in my pocket over my heart as a piece of armor plate. You can take this hardtack and paint a litt landscape on it and let it hang on the wall for the next century. Now that the war is over I'm glad to see it put to seme legiti mate use. It will make a lovely plaque. * x * A Virtuoso, He was far from prepossessing, and they wondered, one and all, How he ever got a chance to answer to | his country’s call. His gait was rude and shambling and his eyes were small and dim, And annoying depredations were most al- ways traced to him. But the disapproval didn’t reach its climax till one night, When, bearing an accordion, he gaily hove in sight; And they vowed an awful vengeance to be wrought without delay When tranquilly he sat himself beneath the stars to play. But they paused again to listen to the notes so harsh and shrill, And presently the voices that had uttered wrath were still. The instrument was sounding strains that | mothers used to sing When childish eyelids answered to the twi- light shadowing. That “Nellie Was a Lady” it would hoarsely tell them all, And “Hard Times Come No More” and “When the Leaves Begin to Fall.” It sang straight to their hearts, and ears that once had been dismayed In sweet remembrance listened as the old accordion played. Ob, happy organ builder, {f the creature you devise Can equal those crude harmonies that fat- tered to the skies! Oh, thrice triumphant master, plaudits you can win As you rest your loving cheek against your faithful violin! The sternest mood grew gentle as with Voices soft and low They joined and sang in chorus those dear tunes of long ago. And their favorite musician will forever be the seamp Who found the old accordion and brought it into camp. if such * x x A Narrow Escape. “Mike,” exclaimed Plodding Pete, “good health’s a great blessin’, ain't it? AN dat keeps me spirits up is me good health. If it wasn't fur me powerful constitution, hew'd I be able ter git up an’ go some- wheres else when offers of work gits too thick?’ “Yes, an’ how’d we be able to digest all dis pie an’ roast beef we gits as we jour- neys along on our travels, on root fur no- where in partic’lar? Wus you ever sick?” “Nary. Wus you?" “Well, I had a purty cluss call once. De medicine gent had me scart clear up to me neck. It was some years ago and dis- coverin’ had jes’ took a new tack. Dey’d quit lookin’ fur de north pole an’ huntin’ fur comets wit telescopes an’ had gone to discoverin’ bacilluses an’ t'ings. Pete, ef yo vallies yer peace o’ mind keep away frem dese young doctors when dere’s a new discovery let loose. As soon as his med- dicks looked at me I knew he was out dis- I w er S sorry In a minute dat f 4 » drug store where 1 hap- a meet him. De fust 1 kne { dame in his wagon an’ was vin’ | to his office. I says to him ck heaven's name whut have I been doin be kidnaped fur? He says: ‘I wouldn't be surprised if you was a fine case. I’m takin’ great personal risks, in a tin’ with yer, fur I'd be willin’ to bet you're ful! o comma bacillusses “Dock,” says 1, ‘ye're wrong. Desebacillusses ain't commas. I kin tell by me own. feelin's Dey ain't anything as mild as commas Dese is exclamation points at dev least! An’ wit dat I jumps de carriage Tun. An’ dat’s de last time I ever braced a drug-shack fur Jamaica ginger.” * ** Endeavoring to Re Proper. The little girl with a broad-brimmed hat was a bright ohi:d. All the railway passen- gers who hs ned to py se in ber vicinity were ready to admit lady with her wore gold eye- at was reading a paper-backed el as attentively as ber youthful com- n’s flow of conversation would permit. “Was you ever in a railway accident, auntie?” the child queried. “No, dear.” “Would you like to be?" rtainly not.” “I know a man who was in a railway ace cident.” “Do you?” a: 1 asked him if “it burt him much, t hav said the la id her book jown a of resignation. ey dent, 23, it Ww and h It aur was qu was in was fortunate to es wit Ape didn't. He it was ail had to come What did you quiry, in a ton: “His limb. “My dear, thing whi! in the futu ple who were as desirable ‘lex.’ E lest his limb in t i ni And he aw he ight sev ay lo: of ou to very to say ‘liml ut now sensib! i hat word. Don’t hat is what yoa mean. limb is something that gr you think you will be make that distinc “Yes'm. T asked the in the aceident why b ward to find hi: “CO thought | \ | R r to that was man ro hack and try roline I 1 ing that grew on But a tr . this gentleman's leg ne. d told her st on, y without fur- Better Paid and Cared for T Classes of Workingmen. is Other “It an ac ed fact in the cigar trade,’ a leading cigar manufacturer {in New York to the writer yesterday, “that nobody but Cubams can “ Havana | cigars, and as a consequence the fifteen or n hundred Cuban cigarmakers in New re better paid and cared for than any other workingmen. They na | ion of their own, Grimio , Which is all-powerful in the mat j of privile | nection with |vana, Key W points at whi and pay, and through its milar orgar { and Tampa, t h Havana ciga control the supply d prevent the overstocking of is a poor week in which aker cannot cart nd workmen make ‘ Work room in one of the m, jar cigar factories is one of the most vi es that a strang to can visit. Here are about ach with a cigar in his mouth, aged in manipulating th ‘On a high olin the qa man With a pi y ide who is reading in Spanis voice sufficiently loud to be workman in the room the latest surr om Cuba. Previous to the war with Spain the Spanish papers published in this city, as well as the principal journats of Hav were mostly read. But for several mot | past only the New York daily to be had, these read. The reader is emp a and joyed by the firm and in his way is one of the most imp: t men in the fa | The | have particularly | workmen as not would talk among the liarity of the Cuban that at | Work and talk at the same time, as it is jabsolutely necessary for him to | late when talking Their work is « mechanical, and f the emp reader to prevent m from ‘The Cuban armaker is ker, and it is only {he is found without a cigar in his m Among his most cherish-d privileges of making up as m use. He is an expert nd will us quality of tobacco for his ‘smokers.’ ntly the item of ‘smoke: tha forms a very important element in the s of the cigars and the profits of the manufacturers. An effort was made some tim> ago to limit the num- ber of smokers. The men objec ter a while apparently submitted manufacturer who tried the soon discover2d that there were my disappearances of tobacco and conc go back to the old custom. The mez dom abuse the liberty given them in the matter of ‘smokers,’ and in isolated cases where thy have done so have been prompt- ly and severely disciplined by the union “The Cuban cigarmaker ts clannish in his habits, and refuses to have anything to do with other cigarmakers. He prefers to fight his battles alone. The grat center of the Havana cigar industry in New York is atout Maiden lane and Pearl street. In the neighborhood are situated a number of res- taurants which make a specialty of pree paring food after tha Spanish and Cuban methods, and in these places at the dinner hour and after the day’s work is done the workers assemble and feast on their favor- ite dishes redolent of garlic, and mak» merry with the strong Catalonian wine, which is generally furnished. me calculation of the pric (Copyright, 1898, Life Publishing Company.) ———— == The gigantic hoop snake now serves as a bicycle in the kingdom of Uuyangumboyambl,