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Taking His Own Medicine. “These shoes, doctor,” said the cob- bier, after a brief examination, “ain’t worth mending.” Then, of course,” said the doctor, turning away, “I don’t want anything done to them.” it I charge you two shillings, just the same.” “What for?” “Well, sir, you charged me five shill- ; the other day for telling me there sn’t anything the matter with me.” —Pittsburg Bulletin. Repaired the Family. following is a literal copy of a | recently sent by a cobbler to a kshire, England, squire. e Knowle to S. Watson, Cobbler. | s. d.| Pra |) Clogged up Miss Tapt Master ... * 8 Heel tapt and bound up Madam... 11} Mended up Miss.. 2/ Heel tapt Master.. 8 Lined, bound and put piece | Madam ... | Stitched up M 31 Souling the maid..... ey 8 Putting piece on Master. ee 2 SPANKED WOULD-BE BRIDE. Had Chosen. Father Objected to the Man His Girl Because he attempted to administer an old-fashioned spanking to his 22- year-old daughter, who made a con- t to marry the man of her choice without her father’s consent, Alec Var- eiucci of 730 South Schell street finds himself bound over for trial on the charge of assault and battery. The father in former days was ac- customed to chastise his daughter, abeth, for soiling her dresses and ing jam. When she became en- gaged to a youth of who mhe did not | approve he attempted to take the same i course. Spurning the paternal slipper, | the young woman, in the offended dig- | nity of her twenty-two years, had her | father arrester. Magistrate Smith de- | cided that the father should have used | persuasion instead of force and held | him under $500 bail for court—Phila delphia Press. BACK LICK. | | | | Settled the Case With Her. 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That settled it, and I said good | bye to coffee for ever, and since then | Postum alone has been our hot meal- time drink. “My friends all say I am looking worlds better and my complexion is | much improved. All the other mem- | hers of our fam#y have been beneftt- | ed, too, by Postum in place of the old drink, coffee.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek., Mich. Ten days’ trial of Postum in place coffee or tea is the wise thing for ry eoffee drinker. Such a trial | | of vg ls the exact truth often where coffee is not suspected. Look in each pkg. for the famous | litte book, “The Read to Wellville.” | | time to answer. \a sergeant. OZAR'S LIFE WAS HIS TRAVELER TWICE HAD .OPPOR- TUNITY TO KILL MONARCH. But Circumstance Showed That, Though Seemingly Unguarded, the Safety of the Russian Ruler Was Well Looked After. The very first thing I learned in St. Petersburg is that in Russia’ the czar 's everything—literally everything— |his will is law, conceded as such by his subjects by ‘heavenly inspired right; all the land and all his sub- jects are absolutely his to dispose of wholly as he chooses. To understand anything about Russia it is first nec- essary to understand that this is the fundamental principle of czarism and that even in trade, industry and com- merce the czar is supreme. Every | good or bad thing in commerce, as in every other field, therefore, is done in the name of the czar. The popuiar fancy pictures the czar as one never seen by his people, save when imbedded in a_ phalanx of guards, thus protected from the bul- lets of would-be regicides. To show, however, how easily any king killer could accomplish his dastardly mis- sion in St. Petersburg to-day, I may state that.on two occasions had I been a nihilist “elected” to the job I could have shot his imperial majesty, Nicho- las Il. ‘The first such opportunity present- ed itself one evening as I drove in a! drosky sled past the winter palace. In a second-story corner window, direct- ly over the guard station below, in a room which all St. Petersburg knows | to be the czar’s study, the monarch sat by a green-shaded lamp, reading. | Some palace servant had neglected to} lower the blinds and there sat the master of 100,000,000 subjects in full view of the hundreds of drosky sleds | that were passing and repassing on the quay, an easy mark for a sharp- shooter. The second-opportunity was in the | Nevski Prospekt, the widest street in| | the world, compared to which Broad- way is an alley. Suddenly I saw every man in uniform—and half the men in St. Petersburg wear uniforms— step to the edge of the sidewalk, face the roadway and hold his hand to his cap in salute. The czar was coming. He was a bundle of furs in a troika and an official who sat beside him was simply another bundle of furs. His troika, drawn by three magni cent, matchless horses, galloped at a mad pace in true troika fashion, pass- | ing so close to my own drosky sled that I could see the smile lurking in his young and by no means careworn face. I even perceived that his beard was cut closer than appears in his photographs. Quickly I ordered my driver to turn and follow the troika. He shook his‘head, but I insisted, “Da, da!” (Yes, yes!) and flashed a gold piece. He then turned round and made the horse trot as only a Russian drosky horse can trot. I wanted an- other look at the most. powerful human being on earth, But I didn’t get it. A mounted officer of some sort raised his hand to indicate that my driver was to ‘stop. ‘Pardon,” said the officer politely in French. “You must go back.” “But I have business in this direc- tion,” I protested with equal polite- ness. “What are you doing here?” he re- torted sharply. By this time a great, silent crowd surrounded us. “What is your business anyway?” the officer went on without giving me “You are a stranger! Where are you stopping? I must see ‘ your passport.” “My passport is already in the hands of the police,” I interposed. Meanwhile he had looked up the Nevski—the troika had turned off somewhere. “Pardon,” said the horseman, re- turning to his original politeness now that all chance of following the troika was gone. Then he spoke in Russian to my driver, who immediately turned his horse and drove leisurely back over the ground which we had just covered at such a mad pace. I was informed later that when the czar is out driving none may follow him near- er than 500 yards. A Russian sub- ject in my place would have been ar- rested as a “suspect.” Could Make His Own Inference. William C. Bryant recently told the story of two soldiers—one of bibulous habits and the other a steady, sober man. The latter was promoted to be Upon his promotion he conceived a very exalted impression of his rank and became quite offensive in manner to his former associates. His attitude caused great resentment in camp. One day the bibulous sol- dier approached him and said: “What is the punishment if the private calls the sergeant a darned fool?” “He will be arrested and court-martialed,” re- sponded the sergeant. “Suppose he simply thinks he is a darned fool and does not say it?” “There is no punish- ment for that.” ‘Well, let it go at that,” replied the private——New York Times. Rich Gold Deposits in Bolivia. In the bed of the river San Juan de Oro, in Bolivia, fouth America, a discovery was made a few weeks ago of what is described by experts as the richest gold deposits jn the world. The gold is not found in quartz rock nor as a strictly alluvial deposit, but | lies in large masses in the bed of the river itself. It is intended to work this deposit by the system of dredg- ing, which has found so much favor of late in countries where large river bed deposits exist, notably in New Zoaland. i | How JACK LONDON “ARRIVED. Popular Author Struggled Hard fo! High Position He Holds. Jack London, the fascinating short story writer and brilliant war corre: spondent, now at the front, is but twenty-eight years old. Three years ago he was unheard of by the reading is sought by publishers, and the pages of the magazines, from The Century down, are open to him. The story of how he how he first set foot upon the stepping-stone to success, he tells in’ The Editor, the New York magazine for literary workers, incidentally giving the latter class some excellent advice. Here are a few of his terse, pregnant sentences’ Work! Don’t wait for some good Samaritan to tell you, but dig it out yourself. Fiction pays best of all. Don’t write too much. Don’t dash off a 6000-word story before breakfast. Avoid the unhappy ending, the harsh, the brutal, the tragic, the horr!- ble—if you care to see in print the things you write. | Keep a notebook. Travel with it, eat with it, sleep with it. it every stray thought that flutters up into your brain. “As soon as a fellow sells two or | three things to the magazines,” says ; Jack London, “his friends all ask him how he managed to do it,” and then he goes on, in his own racy way, to tell how it happened to him. He had many liabilities and no as- sets, no income and several mouths to feed. He lived in California, far from the great publishing centers, | and did rot know what an editor looked like. But he sat down and wrote. Day by day his pile of manu- scripts mounted up. He had vague ideas, obtained from a Sunday supple- ment, that a minimum rate of $10 a thousand words was paid, and figured on earning $600 a month, without | overstocking the market. | One morning the postman brought | him, instead of the usual long, thick manuscript envelope, a short, thin one. He couldn’t open it right away. It seemed a sacred thing. It con- tained the written words of an editor of a big magazine. When, modest as ever, he had figured in his mind what the offer for this 4000-word story would be at the minimum rate—$40, bf course—he opened the letter. Five dollars! « Not having died right then and ; there, Mr. London is convinced that he may yet qualify as an oldest in- ; habitant. Five dollars! When? The editor did not state. E But, by and by, in the course of its wanderings, one of his stories reached an editor who could see the genius of Jack London, and had the patience to penetrate beneath the husk of wordy introduction and discover the golden grain. Here is the incident that proved the turning point in Jack London’s literary career, as he so graphically tells it: “Nothing remained but to get out and shovel coal. I had done it be- fore, and earned more money at it. I resolved to do it again, and I cer- tainly should have done it, had it not been for The Black Cat. “Yes, The Black Cat. The post- man brought me an offer from it for a 4000-word story which was more lengthy than strengthy, if I would grant permission to cut it down half. Grant permission? I told them they could cut it down two-halves if they’d only send the money along, which they did, by return mail. As for the $5 previously mentioned, I finally re- ceived it, after publication and a great deal of embarrassment and trouble.” And the rate he received for his first Black Cat story was nearly 20 times what the five-dollar editor paid! Nor is Jack London the only writer who kas been lifted from obscurity to prominence by the lucky Black Cat, | which, as the New York Press has | truly said, has done.more for short- story writers and short-story readers than any other publication. Each of its famous prize competi- tions has brought new writers to the front. In its most recent, the $2,100 prize was won by a young Texan who had never before written a story, and the second, $1,300, went to a lawyer’s wife in an obscure Missouri town. | It has just inaugurated another con- test in which $10,600 will be paid to | writers in sums of from $100 to $1,500. This will, no, doubt, add many new names to the list of those who have “arrived” through its recognition. The conditions are announced in the current issue of The Black Cat, and will also be mailed free to any one by the Shortstory Publishing Com- pany, Boston, Mass. Even those who cannot write a winning story thém- selves may earn $10 by giving a time- ly tip to some friend who can. But all should bear in mind that it will be entirely useless for any one to send a story to The Black Cat without first reading and complying with all the published conditions. Here is a chance. for the reader to aig dollars out of his brain, for what life does not at least contain one tale | worth telling? Hoping Against Hope. “Your wife,” said the physician, “will not be able to speak above a whisper for a week or more.” “Say, doctor,” queried the eager husband, “is there any hope of her dis- ease becoming chronic?”—Columbus Dispatch. But He Was a Willing Soul. Miss Goode—We are in an awful muddle! Our first bass has left us. Yalevard—I wish I could help you out j but you see I’ve never played any- where but behind the bat—Brooklyn Life. i world. To-day he is read everywhere, ' “arrived,” | Slap into, Oiver’s Wonderful Story of a Meeting + With Father Alexis, The Moskovski Listok contains a 2urious legend contributed by a cor- respondent who heard it in. the vil- lage of Talitsa The story purports to be the experi- ance of a diver who went down to the ‘pottom of the sea to inspect the sunk- |2n Petropavlovsk. He saw. Admiral Makaroff and his officers and sailors ‘all standing on the deck of the ill- tated battleship together with Father ‘Alexis, the priest, who went down _ with her. They were singing and |praying for the czar, crying, “Lord jhave mercy upon thy people.” Then they all vanished and the diver was left alone with Father Alexis, who drew nearer to him and said: “Go back to daylight. Be silent for three days and three nights, and then tell everything you have seen and jheard. Tell them that we are pray- ing in the wilderness of the ocean. |The Lord will hear our prayer and give strength to our ezar. Then the Petropavlovsk, battered and crippled, will rise from the bed of the sea with as all, and Admiral Makaroff will hold a review of his fleet and command it to go to the Japanese capital to dic- tate to the vanquished foe. And the whole fleet will sail past the Petro- pavlovsk with music, ‘God save our ezar.’ Then when the fleet has passed, {the Petropavlovsk will sink again | slowly, slowly, with all of us, into the depth of the sea—this time for all eternal ages.” ANOTHER USE FOR HAIRPIN Makes the Best Cigarette Holder That Can Be Devised. Civilization would be unthinkable without the hairpin, but until day be- fore yesterday I had no notion of the ultimate possibilities of the article. It was in the drawing room of a res- taurant much frequented by women, and two pretty young women came in ; together. “I’m going to smoke a cigarette,” said cne, quite as if smoking were the usual thing among young gentlewom- en. “ I always smoke after lunch- eon.” She produced a dainty cigarette case and selected a cigarette. “Mercy!” said the other girl. “Do take off those new _ white gloves. You'l! get a dreadful stain on them.” “No, I won't,” said the first girl. “You just watch me smoke.” She took an ordinary thin wire hair- pin from somewhere in her back hair, and put a cigarette between its two arms. “There,” said she. “I never stain my fingers. Hairpins make the best jeigarette holders in the world, and I don’t see how men ever get along vithout them.—Washington Post. The Man Who Feels. The man who feels is a happler wight Than the man who is calious and cold, For, if he weeps in the gloom of night, ughs in the sunbeam's gold; > tide of his life runs r mmits of cheer; He knows the heights, as the depths be- low, And he smiles through a pitying tear. And after it all, when all is done, The world has most of the gladdening sun, For the twilight lingers when day is done, * And the sun’s benediction is dear. he man who feels is happier far— I say it again and again— Than ever can be, or ever are, The pitiless sons of men; For if he sighs for his own gray woes, He sighs for another's too; If the plant of pain in his bosom grows, It is covered by sympathy’s dew. ‘And after it all, when all is said, Still pity and love forever are wed; That the heart unfeeling is chill and dead Is true, and forever is true. The man who feels is a dear God's gift To a sorrowful, travailing world; |By the hands that the burdens of life lift up! Is the flag of our peace unfurled. We need not the souls that are callous as Fate, And selfish, and wedded to greed, But the pitying tear for our fallen estate We need—and we ever shall need. ‘And after it all, when all is past, ‘Tis the deed of love that alone may last, 4 And the rest is chaff in the winnow- ing blast In the garden of life, a weed. —Alfred Waterhouse in Success. Was Wary of the Angels. An amusing story is told about Dar- win Merritt, who was an assistant en- gineer on the battleship Maine and went down with that ill-fated vessel. | When about four years old he had an exciting encounter with a cross hen | that protected her brood by vigorous- ly pecking her assailant. A short time after, while the incident was still fresh in his memory, the lad «was taken by his mother to call upon a neighbor. The typical country parlor contained all the usual decorations, but the piece de resistance was a large steel engraving of two angels. The figures were almost life size and were apparently poised in mid air upon their great outspread wings. From a safe distance little Darwin studied the picture intently for some time. Finally, in a solemn and awed whisper, he asked: “Mrs. Blank, will they peck?” The Wrong Sign. Perhaps some of the colored citizens who were recently members of a cer- }tain funeral cortege are still wonder- ling what in their appearance caused so much amusement among the pass- ers-by. “There were two funeral cars in the procession, both heavily draped in black. 1m the first could be plainly seen the casket, and grouped about were the mourning relatives and friends. The solemn effect, however, was marred by a broad white muslin sign stretched across the front of the car, which the company had forgot- ten to remove. 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