Evening Star Newspaper, April 14, 1900, Page 18

THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, APRIL rded by tho whereas t once win of a 100 g ring. It is the h hurts us. You t risks money onting: 2 ft is the 2 horse which horse Gwynne, for in- rhaps a minute or two at fng on the race the ; amount of makes it the opening of the t odds against him were 100 to 1, and one or | two men, I am told, had as much as 150 to 1 marked against es. ‘Ww, sup- wante sk a ten-dollar m him, the instant the bet i go the odds against the next man wanting to on him would find that the ¢ would be in all probability not mo to 1. Then, if a ten five was taken a odds, down t rculd go azai or 15 to 1, and ay on him con- money the s endeavoring are somewhat } business for sr for th» promotion of other that some » 1, the ‘broker” than make up for that by the took in on the favorite and the | or fellow got ald mor in the rac>, So, when you how the ring was ‘burned pass it by. for not fs it true. nd before th> i thing’ could divide it » whole ring ‘on to it.” to get would t josh your- 100 to 1 shot The players of ‘century shots, T mean, are the lemen whose vast wealth is never put dow jocks of more than four quarters or four halves at a time. And } when they land nobody is hurt.” xe KK peculiar sights to visitors to chamber to see a black on the velvet carpet in the leading from the desk of the nt pro tem. This hat has been the of a Senate page before he know why it lies on the floor. over and has been apology on the part e it on the there inad- One of th the Senate fer place. Many nd put it on the been thrown. one rescued the stepped on than } r of Iowa, ain. While he al- tin the cloak room, his hat near him at he has been in the ton the floor beside nd ever si he has kept ion, now that the Porto ssion Is out of the way, in with renewed inter- known Wash- bereft of advertised for a col- of performing general ryant ques The first caller in response to the adver- tisement was a mulatto damsel, bedecked with rit From her airs and graces she semi teed t tisement, and was destrous = employment. ‘0, indeed. I don't cook,” was the reply. “Are od washer and ironer?” was > w the hands, 1 sweep? Know. ing and froning; {t's declared the caller. the housewife then Was a pos. ‘h for that. . What can Se, EXas xe KK x for those who have not had to re e how difficult it is to get © of the H of Repre- sentativ work do} the men, one representing to whom is each assigne! the E seeing present h party are important measures, 1s | ditheult that mem- to do in connection | a bill Each party this dut who t makes a t of nal ady habits and 1. ‘The men in no time that they a vote of any tm- Night or day they k after this man Fair for some one t Want to be at the much the duty of her to be p there een to thirty me ng that is not exac nm never keep run of but rely entirely ot pairs to keep of cont calls to le are upon the men them infor f importance to th 5 try is to be had. ed of the hour for & Vote, t favor to the man who not appear and pl consent to attendance. a very or be | and then after all the pas } bound experience of the Hor ke KK E a }s = pairs and | The same difficulty 1s experi- Congress. At oné time when important vote was pending the re- uit of which was in doubi, rendering it very important that every man should vote paired, there was a member whose could not be relied on because and it was not easy to get a the opposing party not caring a good vote to offset a very ptful one. To make sure of his vote, members in charge of the matter got him here two days before the vote was to ken and detailed an employe of the to watch over him to see that he did not get away. He kept in check unul the night before the day of the vote, din eve nd there was seemingly to get out of town, the wxed for the night. The mem- ber was resourceful, however, and finding himself free from surveillance for a while, he boarded a milk train at 2 o'clock in the J gone a no way i wateh was re morning and made his escape. ‘The efforts of Mr. Underwood for the democrats and Mr. Long for the republi- cans to » a full attendance for the Vote on the Porto Rican tariff bill were the most determined and m« uccessful in the e during many years. es THE LONELIEST WOMAN. She's From Thix City and Lives Up on a Seal Island. Witheut doubt the Ioneliest woman, that is to say, the one farthest removed from her kind, ip ell these United States of America is Mrs. Clark, of this city, the wife of Maj. E. W. Clark, government agent of the Pribylof or Seal Islands in the Bering sca. This group, composed of the two small islands of St. Panl and St. George, are the homes of nearly all the seals remaining in existence, and they are about eighteen hun- dred miles west of the entrance to Puget sound, and about two hundred northwest of the Aleutian Islands, beginning at Unimak Pass. St. George, which is the smaller of two, being about six by twelve miles in , is forty miles from St. Paul, and it 2 hundred consisting sician, and North American h controls the s ‘3 and ware- The little village of ntains twenty-ive or thirty the company’s buildings, e and a Greek Church. There are no other houses cn the islands, and Mrs. Clark is the only white woman. Her heme ix a small cottage of four rooms, y and comfortable, with books and and a fine outlook over the sea. the government Is take their meals at the company house, near by. Mrs. Clark’s bor is the wife of the agent on e has her her two smail children, Mrs. k's children being grown and having their own homes in the states. There is no communication between the islands except by one of the company’s ships and by reve- nue cutters, as other ships are not permit- d to visit the islands. These ships come y in the summer, and from October until June Mrs. Clark does not expect to see a one or hear anything from the Unit States, or to Send word hom what happens. Sickness, death, disaster may come to her far off in that forbidding « and his wife, two or three clerks for the Commercial Compan’ no cooking in her own hous oti a no matter visit_her own at home, but no r come or go until na ation is resumed. St. George is absolutely without but its rolling surface and moun- jousand feet high, are beautifully arse grass and moss, and wild of brilliant hues dot ihe level near the sea. Blue foxes abound, er the rocks at the w: s edge ands and thousands of seals in cease- le ctivity disport themseives noisily day and night, from June until December, while millions of water fowl fill the air and the sea and flutter about the cliffs. Three hun- dred days in the ye her is dark and dismal, and fogs hide the islan ys atatime. The cold ts neve but the winter storms are seve rifle gales sw thew: e, and p over sea and land. There is no harbor, and ships come to anchor a mile or more from shore, THE COOK’S POSITION. ter- Domestic Matters and Affairs of State Should Not Re Mixed. The wife of a certain active and energetic member of Congress ts now looking for a woman to cook and do general housework for a small family. She had a@ good one from Virginia until three or four days ago, when she lost her. Maria was a colored woman from up the Shenandoah and was new to the ways of the city, besides being slow, as some colored people are rather inclined to be. Last Tuesday morning breakfast wasn't ready at 8 o'clock and the lady of the house went into the kitchen. Breakfast nearly ready, Maria?” she in- ulred in a tone which meant that it ought ‘No'm; but Ise hurryin steaming over the stove. The lady retired and ten minutes later she came back. replied Marta, Maria?” she id Maria, s 1 once more. fr. Blank ts in see some peop before going to the Capitol, and you must jet us have breakfast.” ‘as rubbing it in, and Mariacouldn’t replied, nervou: * ez I kin, an desig: the lady, “what design, mis ter quit. not,” laughed the lady. "re all right; only Marta ex- but I'se bawn inal’ “pit. But ‘tain’ dat, .” she went on. I ain’ useter dishyer mn’ Vittles wid ‘fai's ob an’ piladle- ums ob our liberties an’ conschusins an’ all dem dar fixi dat de cunnel is busy wid; s Pi design an’ you Kin git befo’ fo" today, mis’, train leaves fer de n’ dis nigga lady is gwinter be on Mrs. Blank tried to patch up a peace and made all sorts of rash promises, but Maria insisted that she had enough of life at the capital and could not be deterred from re- turning at once to her beloved valley, leav- ing her late mistress quite in the lurch. ee ee Counsel to a Bride. From Life. From Lesife’s Weekly. “They calls thot a music shtool, an’ shure way, thin (other fur th’ lasht tin minits, an’ pee hain't Of bin a twishtin’ it furst wan divil a note do it sing.” MR. JOBSON GOES FISHING “Mrs. Jobson,” said Mr. Jobson, after he had finished reading the paper on Saturday evening last, “‘what would you rather do or go a-fishin’?” i Mrs. Jobson wasn’t familiar with phrase, and she had to pass. “Yes, Iam sane,’ went on Mr. Jobson, observing Mrs. Jobson’s puzzled look. “You are liable to railroad me across the Eastern branch to the big government institution sooner or later, Mrs. Jobson, but I'm sane, all right. Here's what I mean: This is the beauteous spring season. Therefore it 1s the foolish season for fish. Fish bite in spring in the upper Potomac. Likewise, nature is now assuming her loveliest robes I propose that we get a skiff tomorrow morning, row ten or fifteen miles up the upper Potomac, drink in the beauty of the unfolding leafage, and catch a barrel of fish. I'll do the rowim Mrs. Jobson kept at her honiton lace work very industriousiy. “Aren't you afraid there might be some langer in rowing now that you have grown so stout, and—" she began, after a pause. “Oh, that's it,” Interrupted Mr. Jobson. “You are of the opinion that it is my pur- pose to get you in a boat, pull her out to the middle of the river and scuttle her; or else you think that I don't know any more about rowing than I do of the Higher and Nobler—one or the other. Mrs. Jobson, 1 never won any diamond sculls for rowing, and I don’t pretend that I can beat a Nor- folk boat down to Old Point in an outrigger; but I can row, Mrs. Jobson—you don’t want to let that fact get away from you; 1 can row, all right. And I can fish, too. And when you're throwing out jibes about peo- ple getting stout and puffy and things like that, permit me to remind you that the passing of the years is not leaving you exactly so sylph-like as you were when I came along and rescued you from single blessedness. I may not be quite so Slim Jimmy and quick on my pins as I was a couple o’ years ago, but if I can’t pull the both of us up to where the falls begin on the upper Potomac, without taking a long breath, and then turn right around and row you back again against the tide, you can present my name for membership in the Fat Men's Club, that's all.” Thus it came about that shortly after 9 o'clock on Sunday morning last, Mr. and Mrs. Jobson, with a plethoric basket of lunch, appeared at the foot of one of the Georgetown streets, where Mr. Jobson rented lines and sinkers and bought enough bait to fit out a Gloucester fishing smack for the Great Banks, and negotiated for a boat. “I don’t want any of your tubs,” said Mr. Jobson to the boatman. “Gimme a shipshape looking craft, that's got some style about ft—none of these here clumsy outfits that look like Dutch frigates in a gale o*- wind.” “Well, I've got some nice outriggers. said the boatman, looking Mr. Jobson over out of the tail of his eye, ‘‘but the bit hard to manage if you ain't used to ‘em, and—' P “Are, he: said Mr. Jobson. ‘Well, if there’s any one thing that I can do be- sides smoking and not playing on the cor- net, It's just toying with an outrigger. That's what I had in mind—an outrigger. Gimme the longest and lowest and rakish- est one you've got in the barn, and you'll ee whether I can manage it or no! “But,” interposed Mrs. Jobson, after she had made some furtive gestures to the boatman, “haven't you often read of acci- dents with that Kind of boat, and aren't they—' “Do we do business, and do I get that outrigger?” said Mr. Jobson, severely, to the boatman, who had no alternative, but to produce the style of boat that was de- manded of him, Mrs. Jobson got into the rn-sheets with many misgivings and with the look.of one who is breathing silent prayers, but Mr. Jobson stepped in with the air of. a deep water, heavy weather cox’un of a pirate captain's gig. “Just pass me those oars,” he commanded the boatman, and then the boat was shoved off. Mr. Jobson dug the right oar into the water as if it was an oyster tong, and fan- ned the air with the left. The boat careened to the right, and Mrs. Jobson emitted a lit- tle scretm of alarm. Mr. Jobson glared at her. Then he dug the left oar Into the water, as if it was trying to make 2 sound- ing at that particular spot. while he wielded the right oar as if it were a cricket bat. The boat listed to the left, and again Mrs. Jobson emitted a little scream of fear, hold- ing on tight. Mr. Jobson glared at her some more, pulled out his handkerchief and mopped his face, and said deep things in his throat. ‘This darned machine fs out of order,” said he, “or else you have put a job on me with the boatman, Mrs. Jobson. I suppose you came over here late last night and fixed it all up with him—arranged it so that we should both be dumped near the dock, and the boatman fs to rescue you and let me go to the bottom. Then you coHect my in- surance money, pay your accessory in the crime, and—" “Hey, there!” yelled the boatman; “catch this line, will you?” Mr. Jobson caught the line the boatman threw him, and the outrigger was pulled back to the float. 5 “They're a bit hard to manage, as I told you,” said the boatman. “Don’t you think a plain skiff is what you want?” Mr. Jobson regarded the boatman and Mrs. Jobson savagely. “What I want,” he said, “is some kind of a boat that will go through the water—not a machine that is purposely cranked up and fixed for the purpose of sending people who try to row it to a watery grave. If you've got that kind of a boat haul it out; that's all.” The boatman deposited Mr. and Mrs. Job- son in a safe-looking skiff of the flat-bottom kind, handed Mr. Jobson the oars, and this time Mr. Jobson contrived to get the boat away from the float without catching more than half a dozen crabs. The tide was run- ning out, and by the time Mr. Jobson had pulled the skiff half-way across the stream he began to pant and snort and puff like a small steam tug pulling at an ocean steam- ship. The boat meanwhile was rapidly going down stream with the tide. Mr. Job- on mopped his perspiring face and gazed coldly at Mrs. Jobson, who was hanging on to the gun'ls with a pale countenance, “You just did this to humillate me, dicn't_ you, madame?” said Mr. Jobson, picking up the oars and pulling hard for the the opposite shore. “It’s just ple for you to have your husband made to look cheap in the eyes of the riff-raff, isn’t it?" “I'm sure I don't know what you--? “Oh, no; you don’t know anything about it," snorted Mr. Jobson. “You didn't rock that outrigger with your two hands so it wouldn't work as soon as T began to row in at, did you? And you didn't wink to that boatman to pick out the heaviest tub of a galleon that ever crawled through water to make it appear that I was shy in rowing ability, did you?” “Mr. Jobson, w bridge soon ther "ll be down to the Long you don’t take the boat fur- p the stream," sald Mrs. Jobson, noticing the rapid drift of the skiff dow: stream, nd then—"" “Let ‘er drift out to sea, madame," Mr. Jobson, in a tone of deadly coolness: “it would serve you right for forming an alliance with a murderous boatman to’ Then Mr. Jobson went at the oars, and by dint of tremendous effort he managed to fetch up on the Virginia side, on the edge of a grass marsh, wvout half a mile below the point whence they had started. There he threw out bis line, and Mrs. Job- son threw out her Ine, and at the end of an hour's fishing Mrs. Jobson had caught four Rice little perch and Mr. Jobson hadn't got a bite. Then Mr. Jobson cailel a boy who was rowing near by to come over and row the skiff back to the place where it had been hired. The boy hitched his own boat to a stake, and in eight minutes he had pulled the skiff containing Mr. and Mrs. Jobson to the float without so much as breathing “Madame,”* said said Mr. Jobson, when they got home, about noon, lugging the basketful of untouched lunch, “the ne rou be- gin to poetize and pipe-dream about the uteous spring leafage, and Yamboozle me Into embarking with you on an expedi- tion In which you have conspired to take my life, I'll be élsewhither, Mrs. Jobson; I'll be elsewhither—that’s al <a The Dreams of A: From the Chicago Record. rice. Dorothy—"Pa, I do wish we were rich.” ‘4 pe ES Pa—“How rich would you like 0 be?” Dorothy—“Oh, awfully rich; rich enough to snub people and still be ‘called agree- able.” ——_+o+___ Consolation Offering. From the Indianapolis Journal, “Can't you get me a new hat for Easter, Harry?” “Things look dublous, Marie; but I tell = what, I'll buy you a don’t-worry but- on.”” ‘ ———~+es— Husband—““Why do you persist in wear- ing shoes that pinch your feet?” ‘Wife—“Oh, I never could feel comfortable in a comfortable shoe.”—Life. THERE’S MANY A SLIP fa “well, oe jing, what do you think of this for a coincidence?” exclaimed Nextdoor to his wife the other evening, suddenly drop- ping The Star maper and looking up de- lightedly. “‘D'je ever hear the liks of it in your life? Herejg a chap advertising in the paper for a Hammerithard upright piano, second hand, anf offers $150 for it! And it was only Jast night we decided to adver- tise the saJe of gir upright Hammerithard, and we were willing to take $100 for it! Well, if that don’t beat the dickens! I'll get my duds on -right off and go and find this chap dhd have him come right up here and look our piano over, and before you go to bed this night I'll have his little $150 tucked away, and no questions asked!” “Well, isn't that remarkable, now?” chimed in Mrs. Nextdoor. “Who'd ever have thought that, right on top of our de- cision to sell our old piano and get a new one, some individual should bob right up and advertise for a Hammerithard piano! I certainly must mention the singular cir- cumstanc2 at the next meeting of our club, indeed I must! Mr. Nextdoor was already getting off his slippers and smoking jacket and uonning his outdoor rig to go after the providential customer for his piano. Mrs. Nextdoor stood around and gave him advice as to the best manner of going about the effect- ing of a sal>, “You'd better ask him for $200, John, she said. - “It’s a’ sure sign, when he ad- vertises that he’s willing to pay $150, that he'll be only too glad and willing to pay $200, or even more. In fact, there's no good reason why you shouldn't ask him $250. It'll be too bad if you find him out when you get down there, won't it? May- be he has gone to the theater, you know. But a man who advertises for a piano is likely to stay in for people to come around to him with offers, isn’t he? I do hope you'll be able to fix it all up tonight and get the money, and then I can go right down tomorrow and put the mdney toward buying a new Whackitright baby grand, and we'll have it in the parlor when those Knockerinos come to play euchre tomor- row night—they’re always bragging so. hideously about that Whackitright of theirs, that I know they got second hand, and had fixed over.” (Oh, don’t you worry, I'll land him all fight” said Nextdoor, putting on his vest. T guess I can pull off as airtight a bargain as any of my neighbors. I'll just yank the chap right up here, and he'll buy that piano for one-fifty cash in hand or—or I'll kick him on the shins, one or the other.” “I suppose the plano stores are all closed at night, aren't they?” said Mrs. Nextdoor, with a finger at her iip. ‘Because if you get the man up here in time, and get the money, why, we might go right down town tonight—if the piano stores were open—and pick out just the Whackitright baby grand we want, mighin't we?” “Well, I dunno that the plano stores are open, but one thing's a cinch—you'll be able to go down town and do your piano pic ing right after breakfast tomorrow morn- ing. D’je ever hear of such a funny coin- cidence as that, anyhow? Where’s my hat? By the way, hand me that Star paper. Just happened to forget to look at the chap's ad- dress closely. I was so tickled to read the ad.” Mrs. Nextdoor handed him the paper, and he hastily ran ‘his vision up and down the column until he struck the ad. “Ah, here ft is!” said he. ‘ ‘Will pay $150 for a Hammerithard upright piano in good he quoted aloud. “ ‘Address’— “Why, what's the matter?" inquired Mrs. Nextdoor, apprehensively. “It says, ‘Address X. Y. Z., Box 11,987, said Nextdoor, dismally, and. then he put on his slippers and smoking Jacket again and growled about people who were afraid to come right out in a news- paper advertisement and give their ad- dresses. eg THE PURLOINED TICKETS, How the Chambermaid Managed to Get to the Circus, “Speaking of spring reminds me of cir- cuses,"’ said a well-dressed, kindly-faced man, who looked as if he might love chil- dren and animals, especially animals in cages, with a circus attachment, “and cir- cuses recall an incident that may give some of you a tp in case you need one. Two years ago I Was in New York city. stopping for a week at a hotel, and one of the-dissi- pations I indulged in was a circus party. My brother had joined me, and We had re- ceived our tickets with instructions to meet the rest of the party at the circus at 8 in the evening. The tickets had been sent to me, and I carelessly left them on the dressing case in my room when we went out for the day. When we returned about 4 in the affernoon they were gone, and the only conclusion possible was that some of the hotel help had cabbaged them. I called up the chambermaids on that floor, but they knew nothing, or said as much, and I had about concluded to notify my host of the difficulty, when my brother suggested that we circumvent the thief by buying admis- sion tickets and meeting the holders of our coupons face to face. “We did so, and going early we found our host with most of his party looking at the animals before going to the reserved seats, and I privately explained the situation to him. He liked the plan we had adopted and had no trouble getting us into the reserved seats as members of his party. Five min- utes after we had been seated a nice-look- ing young man, evidently a well-to-do me chanic, appeared with a young woman, whom I recognized as a chambermaid on the floor below ours at the hotel. I remem- bered her, as she was unusually pretty, but it was plain that I had not so impressed her, for she stood in front of me without showing the slightest sign of ever having seen me before. The young man showed his coupons and claimed the seats, and I asked him if I could not see him a minute or two alone. He was naturally surprised at the request, but, leaving the girl where she was, he stepped down to one side with me, and I told him of the disappearance of the tickets. I did not say they had been stolen, because I saw that he was innocent, and I never saw such a burt look as came into his face when he learned the facts. I told him he need not make any explana- tions, and that I would say no more about St, but_he said he wanted tw thank me for the kind way I had treated him, and then he went on to say that the girl was his sweetheart and she had told him that one of the guests in the house had given her the tickets, and she had asked him to take her to the circus. He went back with. me to the girl, and telling her that a mistake had been made, he went away with her into the crowd and I never saw either of them again. If I had known the circumstances I wouldn't have hurt that young man's feelings by telling him anything about it, but 1 didn’t know, and I baye often won- dered how he and the girl settled the mat- ter.” Time, 3 a.m. Voice fram above—“Is that you, John? You're very late, aren't you?" Brown (returned from celebrating the latest _victory)—“It’s only about—er—twelve, my dear, 1 think—— é out, ‘tuckoo Clock—“Cuckoo! “Cuckoo! Brown (grasping the situation instan GS Guckoot: Cockno! iskost Guckest ‘uckoo! Cuckoo: uckoo: ci Cuckoo!”—Punch. bar 14, 1900-26 PAGES. HE TURNED THE TABLES A party of fifteen or twenty race follow- ers sat in a down-town cafe on Thursday night, making rings on the tables with the bottoms of their glasses, when a sharp- eyed, somewhat seedy and rather dejected- looking chap walked in, thrust his hands into his trousers pockets, gave a husky preliminary cough and remarked to all hands: “Hello, the bunch. You all know where I am tonight—on the rocks and going to pleces at every lurch. What I need, and all I need, is the price of a ride on the steam rattler over to the big town, where I can make a dig. Don't all throw your wads at me at once. I know you've all got it on you. Who's going to make the first peel?” Evidently nobody was going to make the first peel. The race followers looked at each other dryly, and then at the ceiling. and then at their glasses, and then at the ends of their cigars—anywhere but in the chill, gray eye of the dejected-looking man who had the middle of the floor. “Nothing doing, huh?” said the latte looking around at them, searchingly. “Sa you ducks are wise to what I said, ain't you? I'm not heaving up the long yell for booze or for anything like that. It's the ride over to the big town that I'm grafting for. You all know me. Begin digging.” The well-dressed crowd of men he ad- dressed, however, continued to look away from him. They stretched their arms and most of them seemed immersed in thougnt. A couple of the groups started somewhat embarrassed conversations among them- Selves, but none of them reached into his clothing for money wherewith to uplift the spirit of the dejected-looking man. “I'm not here to get real chesty or to mg myself out in the Sandow vest,” went on the latter, shifting to the other foot ana expectorating tentatively. ‘But there's not a geezer in this layout that doesn’t owe me dough. I challenge any hot mark in this gang to get up in his seat and say to my map that I haven't produced the goods for him, at one time or another, when he’s been up against the real thing, like I am now—that I haven't passed a mitt lined with the green papers to him when he's needed the coin. There's one for you a eat up. Who's going to stand up first Apparently nobody was going to stand up first. It really looked, from the somewhat drawn expressions on the faces of the men he was addressing, that the seedy-looking chap was telling the truth. “And there's nary a gezabo in the lot,” continued the man who had the floor, “that didn’t used to think I was a real nice good thing when I was pulling it down in lumps at the big tracks, and opening the fizzy stuff by the basket and wearing shirts at $8 a throw. There's not a piker in the bunch that didn’t used to tell me how wise I was and how much I knew about the ponies, and give me the glidsome back-pat, and the twinkling lamps—when I was up. Ain't that right?” If it wasn't right, none of the men at the table seemed willing to deny its accu- racy. They all sat right still and held on to themselves, although it was quite plain to be seen that most of them were ner- yous. “And here I come along, after having been batted off the earth at this meeting— right on top of a year’s hard luck—and my roll gone and everything I own in the way of gig-lamps in hock—here I come along and inquire for the price of a ride over to the town where I’ve got a chance to get together again and I'm passed up.” Well, it surely did seem that w: No- body spoke. A couple of the men at the tables made the preliminary moves toward rising and making their departure, but the seedy-looking chap with the shrewd gray eye halted them with a gesture. “Just hang on a minute, you ducks—you ain't in any hurry—the first race won't be on for twenty hours yet,” said he, putting himself in the doorw: leading into the back room where this little incident hap- pened. “I want to give you all—the whole gang—all the chance that’s coming to you.” Here the dejected-looking man cleared his throat and made a right-arm gesture that had some eloquence in it, as he went on ‘There used to be a time in this game when the men who followed it had some- thing in the left side of their chesis besides paving blocks—when they went a route, and ave each other the lift at the right time, and were leery about going back on a pal. T can remember the time when even a piker in this game never went back on a pal. Hoss racing is a hard game in the long run, and it throws every mug that fools with it sooner or later—but the old-time Sang used to understand this, and when one of the bunch fell down they'd’ pick him up, and dust him off, and give him the pleasant face, and make him feel like as if the whole earth wasn’t figin him, even if he was idiotic enough to’ve gone broke as a hoss-racing gambler. And evcry time a man gave another man a little push up the line he knew that it ‘ud ail come back to him, one way or another, some day—and he didn’t lose any rest if it never came back, at that. Well, just get next to the difference now!’ Yes, it was easy to observe that most of the men sitting around the tables were distinctly at a loss just what to do with themselves by this time. “Say, the trouble with you people Is that you're a sanded deck and a gang of Fili- pinos on the lope, and you won't do!” said the seedy-looking man, appearing to be a little less dejected, and again thrusting his hands into his trousers’ pockets. A number of the men at the tables reach- ed for their money pockets just then, and one of them, a heavy-jawed chap with a good many diamonds on his person, spoke up. “Oh, well, Jim,” said he, in a sort of whining tone, “you needn't take it to heart so. I'll pass you the price of a ride back to the big town, if you're so much on the poreine as all that; but—” “Oh, no, you won't, you big lobste! coolly interrupted the man with the shrewd gray eye, looking not at all dejected now, and throwing out his chest in a manner that made him appear quite a different man than he had been before. “Not on your fat jowls, will you! Not that it isn't coming to me from you, and twenty: times that much, that I never looked you in the eye for, and never expected to ask you for, al- though you've had it to pass back to me for a long time now, when I've been _up, against sinkers and coffee for mine. No, you won't pass me the price of a ride back In the steam rattler, nor will any of the rest of these crustaceans around here. I just thought ['d drop in here to try you all out, and find out if a man of you had the real stuff in him. Well, I’ve found out, see, and from this tlme on you're all scratched, as far as I'm concerned!” Then the seedy-looking man walked rap- idly over to a vacant table, pulled his hands out of his trousers pockets and slapped two huge rolls of bills on the polished sur- fa ‘They weren't ones, or twos, or fives. They were twenti and fifties, and hun- dreds. Then he reached into his vest pock- ets and pulled out two more big rolls of the same denominations, which he stacked on top of the other wads. Then he reached into his breast pocket, pulled out a big black wallet, opened it and pulled out a whole handful of hundreds, which he pasted on top of the other piles. There must have been several thousands of dollars in that table-load of bills. “It's been coming my way for four days,” calmly said the seedy-looking man, “and tonight I'm off for the big town on the best varnished car that can be had for dough. And if any of you cheap skates see me over there, I want you to be looking the other way when I catch your lamps. That's all, except that I want to put you all wise to this: I'll be munching grilled bones and throwing in the sparkling stuff when every four-flusher of a sneak in this gang is inking his hat and using wire for shoestrings!”” Whereupon the shabby-looking man, with a flaming red spot of righteous wrath on either cheekbone, picked up his money, stuffed it into his clothing and walked out. —_————_. Memory Rebuked. From the Philadelphia Call “Have you heard that the engagement between George and Emily has been broken?” asked Clara, “Yes,” replied Gertrude. “I went to see Emily and she told me just what had oc- curred. It is all due to her absent-minded- ness. Her head was on his shoulder, and she wanted to suggest that he should take her to the opera, and she said: ‘Do you know, dear Frank_—? ‘Dear George,’ he corrected her fondly. “She sighed, and inadvertently said: ‘Yes, to be sure; but how stupid of me. I thought eta (aioe night.” 5 “George for Europe next week,” said Gertrude. - ——_+e+____. Carrie—“How can you say Mr. Munni- wurth is a splendid dancer? You know well enough he doesn’t know the steps and that he can’t keep time.” Minnie—“I know; but they say he Is worth a hundred thousand, at the lowest estimate.”—Boston Transcript. = THE BOER EXHIBIT It is Certain to Attract Attention at the Paris Exposition -_ APPEALS 10 FRENCH SENTIMENT Changes That Have Been Wrought by the Discovery of Gold. LIFE IN THE TRANSVAAL — + Special Correspondence of The Evening Star. PARIS, April 5.—There are four buildings in the exhibition grounds, not far from the structures of the British and Dutch colonies —four small two-storied buildings, nothing much to look ai—toward which, never less, the crowd is racted {rresis They are the Transvaal buildings. hold the exhibit of the Boers. The tens of thousands of privileged holders—those who have intrigued si fully for pusse crowd the harassed workmen and make themselves a nuisance generally. Under the immense dome of the Champs Elysees they make interminable comparisons with the engineering of the Eiffel tower, around the great telescope they jest gayly of secing elephants on the moon, before the oriental magnificence of the Tour du Monde Palace they air their views of eastern architecture, but when they come to the four buildings of the Transvaal they maintain a silence. These Transvaal pavilions mutely protest, Obelisk Hepresenting Total the Rand Fields. Output of and one does not need to be a Boer to stand there and fall into a pensive reverie. The South African republic v its ap- propriation of $100,000 with such honest pride. The Boers would show the world their gold, ceriainly, because it was expected; but they would also show what they valued more—the pastoral life thi is the Boer ideal; their school system, “which has been so misrepresented;” the administration of their public services, railroads, post and telegraph; and, in particular, the Boer gov- ernment of mining communities. In this I only am echoing the Boer sentiment, as I had it from the lips of John Pierson, con- sul general of the South African republic, as he showed me the buildings. To Eng- lishmen themselves the picture is confessed- ly pathetic. The Boer commission, under the presidency of General Joubert, inst of coming to Paris, went to war in a body, leaving its work to be done as best it could by Mr. Pierson in Paris, and M. An- bert, the French consul general at Preto- co ecuas of the exhibits have not yet ar- rived. “Although the accidents of the war have prevented us receiving all the exhibits we counted on,” says Mr. Pierson in an ad- dress to the Paris public, “‘our section will be interesting. For the rest we are assured in advance of the indulgence of visitors, who will comprehend how difficult has been our task.” Thus it {fs entirely a state exhibition. There are no individual exhibitors. An Important Collection. The principal pavilion, which has the look of a highly ornamental country villa of no recognized style—baiconied and ar- caded to meet the requirements of the South African climate—has its ground floor in one large single hall, ornamented by eight columns supporting the gallery which makes the second floor. In this pavilion are gathered a great number of Cocuments re- ferring to the Boer civil service. Here may be seen a series of magnificent photographs, maps in black and white and in color, plans in relief, certified copies of accounts and copies of nearly all the books and pam- phlets in the bibliography of South Africa, They may be hardied freely and consulted by any serfous student who has asked per- mission, and their object is to give an idea of the Boer administrations of public schools, railway Pest and telegraph. ‘There is also in this pavillion an important mineral collection, while the second floor is given up to Katir curiosities. A little back of the main pavilion stands the humble building that has become the sentimental pilgrimage of the E sians. In the Latin Quarter students’ parade of Mi- Careme was not the great hit made by the car of Jeanne d’Arc, escorted by half a hundred “Boers’’—hairy adoi ts of the Boul’ Mich’, slim-shanked and kneck- kneed? Young Americans hanging about the United States contmissariat of the exhi- bition—there are more than fifty dis- gruntled “collidge men,” shipped as “guards” (they say), who have been dig- ging dirt and unloading railway cars the last month—have only to show up on the boulevard in broad-brimme soft felt hats to be acclaimad as Transvaal patriots. “My dear, there goes another Boer! My, how they are brave and handsome! gasp the “little women,” while sentimental aation- alists reverently lift their hats to “fallen valor!” Well, everything that is “oer” is admirable, at the moment, and the “Boer farm house,” just beside the main pavilion of the Transvaal, ts a shrine to which a never-ending stream of passionate pilgrims wends itself uninterruptedly. The Boer Family Bible. it It is a one-story construction in rough stone, with a thatched roof and projecting eaves. It has one door, three windows and five rooms, all on the ground floor. Here the Parisians stand muze before the pic- SE | | ture of the pastoral South African ideal, before the lust fer gold had come to trou- bie it. In the humble, worthy parlor stands the only “instrument of luxury” permitted to the austere farmer-patriarch’s contented family, the harmonium, or melodeon, round which they gathered in the gloaming sing thetr sweet old Psalms and hymns and sonzy The hymn book and the an- gid Bible (Staten Btbel—Rible of the state) were two books found in every dwell True, it is not the picture pr c te us by ous on ime fellow co ow British Henry M. Stanley, howed the Boer famtfly family ers. he family ers. unhappy mains thr experic e. re » the pictorie that t mil » Whole fan ing lamp, give pictures in ather If up to lor of ability such cruel son, that f you ¢ to read travele the the farm indign Changes Wrought by Gold. Tt is only in the third building that the | Boer triumphs unquestionably. The eves ef visitors gleam with cupidity as they gloat over the gold, the gold that the Boer farmer has found underneath his pasture grounds. “Great Heavens!” exclaimed Mr. Pter- we Stood there, “ia there any histor More pathetic than ours? Think of those simple farmers forced, suddenly an pared, to tr complicated so When I looked fast on the vast Johannesburg, with its chimneys v smoke, its miting ok Sreat bulldings, its shrieking railways, its population of 70,000 Kafflre And §0.000 whites tearing at the bowels of mother earth like so many demons, I ask nly a Pars ago my father's flocks of sheep Instead of that a few scastered nxious, hustling popu- epherds, in their lung. Idle mplating the bare horizon, ese farmers and shepherds, transformed by the necessity of cirewm. stances into a people of administratern, videntls they had no knowledge of polite ‘al econom: They knew nothing of social questions; yet they set themselves to study ing the problems. And they succeeded bec yond all hope. Is ft not prodigious? The Transvaal may not have produced a Solon or a Lycurgus, but #t has found serious men among its citizens; honest men: laborious, painstaking men. Ought they not be es. tecmed at their true value? If you com- pare the administration of Witwatersrand with that of other mining camps it fs easy to decide which is the best. Ask those who have, sojourned in Australia and the Klon- This ts the Boer stor: ve nd taking in the Boer exhibie? | “7° We Bot Geld im Att Shapes. Here the Boer gold is seen in tts every in- termediate state from the mine to the Jjew- eler's showcase. The two constructions— the mine and mining building proper, with big cyanide process wheel “y “oces el between them— form one single consolation to t clty the: 3 instead ation a few hours. sat con: Now think of th 4 the thou- Sands of good Parisian bourgeoisie who, orn between Boer sympathy and enlight. {ned self-interest, are just now asking themselves what they are likely to pet of their South African gold shares” Mare is palpable evidence of the richness of the mines. For weeks we have siood and re. spectfully gazed at the great pile of th ands of sacks of Imported ore, “Imp. rect from the Transvaal,” and with w the mine is now lined. It is the first exam. Pie of a “salted” mine Parisians have seen. They have held plenty of share Such mines, but this is an all-right one no deception. Around the hill r holders of “exposants tickets"—always folle ef substance, with sufficient influence to ne. gotlate the coveted passes—held for weeks impromptu Parliaments droll enough to Frake the chickens laugh, as they say in The richness of the ore in those ba: mysteri2s of the cyanide process, the ¢ talization of the companies, the threaten taxation of the British conquerors, and last and most terrible, the rumors that thelr friends the Boers would blow up the mines in which their friends the French hold so much stock brought out discussions in which dignitied women, common work. ingmen, grave old decoratsd gentlemen, elegant young dawdlers, flower-faced hort, zontales and precocious school boys squab- bled till the setting of the sun. The ore ia Row in place. The mine Is “salted.” For a prics the visitor may go down and coma up again. The gold is surely there: and there ts no deception! “Galerie de prospec- tion,” “puits d’extraction Toll these technical terms as something sw2 ble mineral aurifere The Cyanide Procens. “A large portion of the ore that came in the sacks has been reserved for the cyanide Process exhibit. Her? the public follows all the phases of “the extraction and prep- aration of the precious metal."" As to the Preparation, it is divided into four parts— sifting, crushing, stamping and amalgamat- ing. The ore, after being crushed, passes to tha stamp, where ft is reduced to a fine powder. Thence i is conducted, in the of a liquid mud, to the amalgam: table. The ore-mud once amaieamaten with the mercury, the gold, cleared of its quartz and mixed with the mercury, is finally extracted in great getorts which volatilize the mercury and leave the yellow treasure In the shape of spongy cakes. In the fourth building, which is the foundry the good Paris stockholder may observe a Bold pass through all the divers final cesses before it is ready : to commerce, ady to be given up And now the visitor's attentio: to the triumph of the poaneabene: ary emerges from th> mining building, having passed from the gold mine to the cyanide wheel, from the cyanide wheel to the stamp mill and from the Stamp mill to the foun- dry, he sees before him, towering up above the trees and the Pavilions, a fair obelisk that shines blindingly golden in the sun- light. isa commemorative obelisk—com- memorative of no Victory or defeat, of no trek or treaty, of the founding of no school or post or telegraph. It touches the spot A tablet with this legend tells the tele: “This obelisk represents the entire output of the Rand fields from the discovery of the first mine until the breaking out of ths war. STERLING HEILIG. a Second Nature With Him. From the Yonkers Statesman, “I suppose you see some funny things about here?” sa{i the visitor to Niagara. “Indeed, we do,” replied the guide. “Wh: only yesterday there was a Kentucky cole. nel here, and as soon as he saw the rapids he wanted to shoot ‘em.” —<e+____ A Strategic Device. From the Chicago Record. He—"What a lot of ladies you have asked to assist you at your reception, Isabel?” She—“Of course, Harry; how stupid you are about society. I have to ask all those from whom I want to borrow things.” scasias esta are er—Is Mr. Swapperham an honest the pi- a —the Parisians Wracely—“Well, he always gets the worst of it in a horse trade.”"—Life. From Leslie’s Weekly. First Chicken—“Me father came from hai.” Second Chicken—“Huh! that’s Dothing- Me imother was en-elt stove from Paris.”