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CONTINUED.
For a moment Polly hesitated before
reading this letter. What did it
contain, this potent slip of paper that
had meant so much to her mother?
Would the -words there written forever
crash her confidence in both
Iriend and lC7er?
This was T\hat Dolores had written:'
'To you who bnve treated mo a3 kindly,
fiS generously as it I liad been your own
child, though I camo to you a stranger,
:md almost a waif out of the streets, I write
ihese farewell words rather than to our
dear Polly, because I hope thnt you will
understand them and think that what I am
doing is the best and only way. 3Ir. Stanley.
w'ho is, as I believe, more truly attached
to Polly than to any one elseDarling
Polly! Who could help loving
her? Even such men as Clarenco Stanley
appreciate the love of pure, good women,
such as my dearly loved Maruja? As I
was going to say, Mr. Stanloy imagines for
a moment that he loves me. Perhaps he
does not even imagine it, but only hoped
to flatter an Inexperienced youDg woman
by a pretended passion in order to obtain
the Mendoza treasure; but even if he was
sincere in his protestations of lovo for
me, he deludes himself; and the influence
I have so unintentionally thrown over him
will vanish as suddenly as It carao wnen do
no jonger sees me. For that reason I am
going away, now, without even saying
good-bye to any of you, because I know
. that Marnja would protest against
it, and the object of my departure would
be lost if any one could trace me. In the
happy future that will como to Maruja?
dear, sweet little sister, as I love to think
o! her?I will some day send her news of
myself; and, in the meantime, let no one
be anxious about me. The.generous
allowance you have insisted on paying,me
for Polly's Spanish lessons provides me
with moro money than I shall need, and I
have made an engagement with an old.
friend of mamma's happy youth, who is
returning to California, and who needs a
governess for her two little girls. I heard
of her a couple of weeks ago, and would
have spoken of her then, but thought best
not to do so, for I had thought ot taking
this step some time ago? How I wish
now that I had done so! I feared, but did
not wish to believe in the nature or Mr.
Stanley's feelings toward me! I had a
horror of misunderstanding tho whole
situation, and also of being misunderstood,
for it seemed to mo verj silly and
vain to suppose myself the object of attention
from a man who was eugaged to another
girl, and especially ono so good and
ovely as Polly Hamilton. I go, now, however,
and I can only say again how I wish
I had gone sooner; and again a thousand
times how I love and thank you all for
your goodness to a friondless, unknown,
onely girl. Dolobes."
Mary looked up with moistened
1 - 1 I
eyes ana quivering lips wueu ou? uau
finished reading the letter.
"How can you doubt Lorita, mamma?
How can you imagine that she
has gone away with Clarence? It is
a heart-breaking letter to me. The
effort to be calm and self-possessed
when she was suffering torture! The
attempt at formal phrases, that yon
might not guess how much the writing
of that letter cost her! / Oh, it is the
most pathetic thing I ever read!"
"I cannot see any pathos in it at
all, Polly. It is extremely woll-considered,
and strikes me as the composition
of an experienced woman of
the world."
Polly almost laughed.
" 'An experienced woman of the
world!' " she repeated. "My guileless
Loritn! You might as well apply
tbe words 1o an angel. But the whole
manner and tone of the letter onlv
prove to me the constraint that Rita
had put on her feelings to make her
write like that. Oh, to have her leave
me like this! It is worse even than?
than?the other grief! How did she
go? Where Las she gone? Alone
and friendless in this cruel world;
perhaps as destitute and even more
unhappy than when she first came to
UB."
"Btft she has money, Polly. What
she says is true about that. Both
your father and T gave her all the
money she would accept, under the
pretense of those Spanish lessons.
And you furnished hor wardrobe; so
that she had no occasion to spend a
dollar for anything in all these
months. It is true she has taken
nothing with her, except such things
as were gifts, especially from you;
and Frances says she selected every
tlimg you nau cnoson or iiaa admired
when she wore it. All the rest remain?
"Oh, mamma! And doesn't that
show!" interrupted Mary.
"But it will be easy for Lord Clarence
Stanley to give his wife a trousseau,"
said Mrs. Hamilton, with contemptuous
insistence. "You don't
consider that they have gono together.
Last night, your father, after
reading the news I told you of, went
to the hotel to call on Clarence, and?
be was gone! Gone and no news to
explain why, or where be had betaken
bimself; for when your father
made inquiries he oould only ascertain
that orders had been given to forward
all lettors to the previous address
in Chicago, and tlfo carriage engaged
to convey him and his luggage
bad left him at the depot, where he
was to take the train for the West."
"Eat, mamma " began Polly
Hamilton, and then paused abruptly,
nimble to proceed.
Mrs. Hamilton conld only wring
her hands in misery. She dare not
say auythicg further of what she still
believed to be the heartless treachery
of Dolores; indeed, she blamed herself
that she had said so much; but,
though cruel, it was surely the truest
kindness that Polly should know the
truth. She drew the girl's head to
her heart, and holding her there, she
wept with her, and said with all the
comfort she could find:
"Be a brave girl! Your mother
loves you, darling?vour mother and
your father. We are still the truest
fricmls, and we will never betray
you."
CHAPTER XXV.
MASTER AND SLAVE.
After leaving Olive 0%e, Clarence
Stanley returned to bis hotel and
made soff-^'rfhat ostentatious preparations
for a journey. Having then
}>aid bis bill, he was driven, with bis
luggajre, totbe depot, to get the first
train lor Chicago; but before boarding
the train he chunked his mincl con
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?eill ?. tinier.'
CASTELAR.)
Kodert EoKsia'e Soi:s.)
gratulating himself, ^ith a stmie, that
be bad not yet bought bis ticket, and
was hurriedly driven in an entirely
different direction and to a
part of the town in no way resembling
the fashionable street in which
he had been living for some weeks.
All this had occupied several hours,
and although he had bees very busy,
Lord Clarence bad, notwithstanding,
given a good deal of thought to the
! possible future as it now loomed up in
| the distance and to the lady who had
elected to Bhare that future with him.
He was rapidly acquiring an unbounded
admiration for the mental
I resources and executive ability of
Miss Olive Gaye.
"By Jove's thunder," be thought,
"she is worth all the rest of the women
pat together! We shall make a
team! It will be worth while to run
in harness with a girl like that, and it
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will De sure Deiuag on me ^j?u ui
j us."
He hail just reached this satisfactory
conclusion when the carriage
stopped in front of a tumble-down
tenement-house, and without asking
any questions Stanley directed the
coachman to carry up his luggage to a
room on the second floor, where he
found, as he knew he should, Henri
Van Tassel, in a state of stupefaction
at his sudden appearance.
"Don't profess to be surprised, old
man," said the new-cpmer, in his
pleasant manner. "You must have
known I was liable to turn up here
any day, and don't give me such a
frigid welcome, or I might make the
mistake of supposing that you were
not glad to see," and, indeed, to judge
by the face of the unhappy Van Tassel,
no one would suppose such an
idea a mistaken one.
The professor's appearance wa?
cadaverous from apprehension; but in
the depths of his soul there was comfort.
It came from the memory of
I *n?lrv*.A& , 4-V? a vAort foHo/I tttifV?oron
JL/l/JUICD, I/HO iuot, inuwuy ?wvuv? vv.
now, which she had thrown to him in
answer to the prayer for help from
his despairing heart, was still redolent
of promise and of comfort. From
that night he had determined that' if
ever Stanley endeavored to inflaence
him by, mesmeric power to the commission
of any evil deed, he would fly
to Dolores for protection, and by the
power for good?the atmosphere of
purity and holiness that seemed to
emanate from her?he felt that he
should be Baved. Though terrified
by this sudden invasion, he felt
strengthened by the memory of Dolores,
and he replied, with a faint
semblance of spirit, that his pleasure
at this unexpected visit was by no
means as great as his surprise.
"Poor old Van!" thought Clarence,
watching his reluctant host. "He
has no guardian angel; and in a few
minntoo hfl will h? mv obedient slave
as asual."
"I am only going to trespass on
your hospitality for a day or two, old
man," he said, aloud, with that air of
good-fellowship which he had always
found most effectual in dealing with
Van Tassel. "I had uctually started
to leave town, but felt that I must see
you once again, if only to provide for
your future, before I say farewell forever
to this eastern portion of the
continent. To-morrow or next day I
shall start for Chicago, and thence, as
the fancy takes me, to the shores of
our glorious Pacific."
Van Tassel instantly looked up at
the self-invited guest -with an expression
of relief on bis pallid countenan6e;
and Stanley continued, as he
drew from his pocket a liberal roll of
gold and bank-notes:
"And this is for you after I am
gone. I know you think me an incorrigible
scamp, Van, but I think of
you, old man, bad as I am. Now,
take this boodle and lock it up carefully,
fob when I am gone, I guess
you will have seen the back of your
last friend."
Van Tassel answered by a grateful
look, and, gathering up the money,he
tied it securely in a chamois-leather
bag and put it into an inner-pocket,
saying:
"There is no safer place here. Of
course, < I may be robbed and murdered
for it; but if I am that will put
an end to the whole story so far as I
am concerned, and I am tired enough
to welcome death in almost any
form."
Stanley watched him, making no
answer to his words,but with his gaze
lixed upon him, till Van Tassel,under
the influence of that strange, compelling,
magnetic glance, suddenly sank
into a chair, all oollapsed, and once
more, like the ill-fated bird beneath
the fascination of the rattlesnake, sat
helplessly looking into the eyes of his
master. Stanley slightly smiled, and,
without even the form of the waving
passes of his hands, continued to
looked straight into the fascinated
eyes of his victim till the latter's head
dropped on his breast, and he was
fast asleep.
"Are you ready to obey me?" asked
Stanley.
"Not ready, but I must obey yon,"
said the reluctant voice.
"The time has come to use the dagger.
Is it ready?"
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A BVruii? SilUUUOi OUUUJV IUC mcvuovi
man till he seemed in danger of falling
from hi9 chair; but the effort at
resistance was useless, and as soon as
it had passed he answered in choking
ga^ps: v
"I have a dagger! It will serve:
It has been used before! It is there!"
He pointed to the miserable cot-bed
on which he slept, and Stanley understood
from the gesture that the dagger
was concealed in the mattress. He
was now so sure of his victim that lie
scarcely listened to his replies, knowing
that Van Tassel rnnst absent, to
everything he said; and with only a
glance to nee that he was obeyed, he
now ordered him to get the dagger
and conceal it on his person. The
sleeper rose and went toward the bed
and, with the perfect accuracy of the
somnambulist, instantly found the
r i } f Aweapon
aud, putting it in bis pccket,
sat down ou the edge of his cot.
"Now you will accompany me when
I leave here, presently,and I will tako
you lo the door of Celestine's house, j
You arc Iier brother, remember, and I
that will admit you to her presence at I
once. Sbe is alone to-night; the baron
does not return till a late hour.
Jealous though he is, he leaves her
much alone, but, perhaps, he has an
object in that. The one thing that
_ i i *11
concerns you, uowevei, mat uo wiu
be absent to-night. If she refuses to
see you, say that you are sent by Carlos.
That will be enough. With
what she now knows and what she
suspects, she would go through fire to
speak with you. You will be shotvn
directly into her presence. Have the
dagger ready. The instant you stand
before her, plunge the dagger into her
heart. You hear and understand?"
"Too well?too well!" groaced the
sleeper, whose torpid conscience once
more strove.to arouse ..itself in order
to fight against the will of the fiendish
mind that controlled it. But the
effort was vain. The unhappy wretch
wrung his hands and groveled for
mercy; but Stanley continued inex
orably:
"You will obey?"
"I obey?I obey!" groaned the victim.
Stanley paused a few moments,
watching Vau Tassel; acd when the
latter seemed tranquil and without
any further effort to struggle against
his stronger influence, he made a few
upward passes before his face and
bade him awake.
mi 1
iiit! pruiesaui upcuou uio ejca um*
gazed at him, pale and terrified.
"Don't look so scared, old man,"
Stanley said gayly; "I was only trying
if I liad lost the power. I don't
believe in it, you know, but there's a
kind of fascination in trying it on oc- .
casionally."
Stanley rose and walked about tho
room, and opening a door at the
farther side, found that it opened into
another small apartment, meagerly
furnished with a table, a couple of
chairs and a dilapidated sofa.
"This is not a luxurious den of
yours, Van," he said; "but nomatter.
I have beeu used to roughing it in my
day, and I can sleep anywhere. That
old lounge will do for me, and, in the
meantime, I invito you to dine with
me. I have been so busy all day that
I forgot about it, but now I feel quite
hollow. Come along; a good dinner
j will replenish tho inner man and imI
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I pi'UYtt til V 1UUHD VI tuc UUlM (Uu iiittUi
I Anil catching up his hat and cane
from the chair on which he had placed
them he moved toward the door.
Van Tassel looked about for hie hat,
and having found it put it on and mechanically
followed Stanley out into
the street.
They ha3 walked for more than an
Hour when a church clock in the distance
struck the hour of ten. Stanley
took no heed of the time, and appari
ently Van Tassel had not observed
the striking of the clock. He was
i listening to the conversation of his
companion, who had cast aside the
; role of Clarence Stanley, and for the
furtherance of his purpose, was deep
, in certain reminiscences of their first
acquaintance?the days when Van
Tassel had been the prosperous and
wonderful Professor Van Taseel,
manager of the great clairvoyant and
mind-reader, Mile. Celestine.
"And here," said Stanley, suddenly
pausing before an imposing mansion,
the windows of which, on the second
e waro Vtril1innt.lv licVit.Ail "in
Dlu'Jl "v*v ~ J --O 1 .?
this very house now lives like a princess
that same Celestine; while you,
her devoted brother, to whom she
owes everything in the world, life it!
self, stand here an outcast and little
better than a tramp."
"Celestine!" he muttered, in a voice
of anguish. "What is this horror
that has come upon me? Celestine!
My little sister?I loved her always?
why should I harm her? No, no, no!
I cannot raise my hand against Celestine!"
"You must!" whispered Stanley, in
his ear, like the voice of satan. "She
has treated you vilely, and deserves
to die!"
"'To die!'" repeated Van Tassel,
like an echo; and instinctively his
hand sought the dagger in his breastpocket,
and a cruel, angry light
gleamed in his wild eyes.
"To die!" ho 6aid again. "Yes, if
I can reach her?I shall reach 'her?
but I must be conning,- cunning; or
she won'fi admit me; but I have the
pass-word. Carlos! Carlos! Ha?hal
That will bring me to her if she had
to wade through fire! He said so,
and he knows!"
With a bound like a panther he
suddenly sprang up the steps, and
Stanley heard the echo of the furious
ringing of the bell.
TO BE CONTINUED.
Some Copious Languagef*.
Among all the European languages
theEnglish is the richest so far as the
number of words is concerned, and it
''? "Iba r% An a tt? V? ? /ili hna nlrln/l +A ifa
AO UJ.OIS IUO VUV UUMVU
vocabulary the largest number of
words within the last half century.
The latest English dictionaries contain
not less than 200,000 different words.
Next in rank coiues the German lauguage,
with 80,000 words, and then
come in succession the Italian, with
85,000; the French, with 30,000, and
the Spanish,with.20,000 words. AmoDg
the Oriental languages the Arabic is
the most copious, its vocabulary being
even richer than that of the English
language.
In the Chinese languages there arc
10,000 syllables ov roots, out of which
it is possible to frame 49,000 words,
i Another notable language is the old
j Indian Tairil, which is now spoken in
! the South of India, and which contains,
according to the latest calcula^
tions, 67,042 words. In the Turkish
language there are 22,530 words, and
thus it in r!fh#>i* tVinn tho Knnnifih and
some otter European languages. A
singular fact is that aborigines, as a 1
rule, have very limited vocabularies.
The Kaffirs of South Africa havo at 1
their disposal not more than 8000 I
words, and the natives of Australia
use only 2000 words.?New York
I HeTald;
?
In the good old days when there i
! were such things as horse oars and po- I
lite conductors the following repartee |
was overheard on a downtown car: '
Conductor?"i>ep: pardon, sir, bU;
this nickel has a plug in it."
Passenger?"Thai's all right, con- 1
ductor; to has the car."?Chicago \
News, ' J
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BARBED W3G
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SOUTH AFRICA AS PART 01
|The Blossburg "Gusher"!
tjj| Greatest Oil Strike on Record. $
? PENNSYLVANIA'S NEW KLONDIKE. ?
7T RIVER of oil has created a
/ \ second Klondike in Penn/^\
sylvania. It has made a
city of a monntainside hitherto
sacred to rattlesnakes.
It has added millions to the real
estate values and'made heiresses of
poor farmers' daughters for many a
mile around.
Most important of all, it has proved
that the geologists were wrong when
they deoided, years ago, that oil
would never be tapped east of the Alleghany
watershed, and it suggests
the possibility of the world's oil market
being flooded to such a degree as
to briDg prices down to next to nothing?that
is, if Mr. Rockefeller were
not here to keep thera up and put the
difference in Ms pocKet.
Snch, in brief, are tbe facts concerning
the BlosBbnrg Oil Company's well,
the source of a river which is jealously
caught and imprisoned as it gushes
fr6mBi.he earth, because every gallon
of it is worth money.
It is pouring out wealth at tbe rate
of $3$5>QOO a year?a thousand dollars
a'djlij^and it represents only the beginning
of what may be expected of a
region; "trlxere land is ten thousand
times more valuable to-day than it
was before the oil discoveries.
This last is a literal fact. If the
fcELiVAN AYLE3W0IITB. JOHN AYLE6WOIITH.
(The brothers who have struck oil.)
mountainside hn<l been offered at auction
before a drill had been sunk it
would not have fetched ten cents an
acre. Now there is not an acre that
would not sell for $1000, with a mob
of bidders fighting for precedence.
Pine Creek, tte most famous trout
stream in Peunsvlvania. is the centre
of this oil rnsb, -which rivals the gold
rush of Cape Nome. The big well?
there are many smaller ones around
it, and more are being sunk every day
?is three-quarters of a mile southeast
of Gaines, Tioga County. It
penetrates the rock for 654 feet near
the edge of a bluff that rises 120 feet
from the bed of Pine Creek.
There was a time when tbe hills for
miles in every direction were covered
with the finest pines in Pennsylvania.
But the creek has floated out
billions of feet of timber, and now the
region is a desolate ono of stumps and
brambles, repellant alike to the agri
:ulturist and the artist.
The story of the "Great Gusher,"
18 it is known in the parlance of oil
men, is one of the romances of for;une,
deserving a place beside the
bonanza tales of California and Nevada.
Those for -whom the well is
pouring forth its $1000 a day are country
merchants and professional men,
formerly of moderate means, none of
whom knew anything about the oil
business. They are former Senator
Walter Merrick, John Aylesworlh,
Del. Aylesworth, William Aylesworth,
Dr. D. O. Merrick, Georpe Clark, J.
D. ConnorR, W. S. Scott, Mark Davis,
W. H. McCarty, A. E. Botchford, H.
R. Whittiker, F. H. Stratton, W. C.
Babcocb, F. L. Jones and "W. A. Robarts.
Tbe company is not incorporated
md business is carried on as a copartnership.
The drilling of the Great Gusher
was a forlorn hope. The company
had already drilled one well on its
lease of 155 acres and had found the
3and as dry as powder. Under the
lease a forfeit would have to be
paid if two wells were not sunk. The
'orfeit would amount to about the
<ame loss as the dialling of a^Well.
With the slenderest [shadow of a
hope?merely, in gambling parlance,
to "have a run for their money"?the
partners decided in favor of the well.
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TlT'WARFARE.
JED ARo'uND cmEVELEY STATION IN
? THE BRITISH DEFENSES.
v In selecting tlie bluff near the upper
end of the property they disregarded
the advice of experienced oil prospectors.
To drill there was pronounced
an aot of folly.
To emphasize the hopelessness of
the case work was begun on Good
Friday, April 13. Any gambler would,
have laid big odds against suoh an
unhappy combination.
For ten days the drill burrowed its
way through varying strata. On Mon*
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OIL FLOWING INTO TAH^WSW
(lay, April 23, it gnawed slowly for an {
hour through a hard formation more(
than an eighth of a mile below the surface.
"She's strnck sand!" shouted.the
driller. . }
It was only that the drill had :
dropped into a softer formation?and! >.
the sand was likely to be as barren aa,,
Coney Island's?but force of habit!
impelled this cautious man to con*;'
nect the well with the storage tank
provided to save the first rush of oil.
He was just in time.' Before the
tools could be withdrawn from the
hole a yellow torrent gushed forth
and filled the tank with a roaring and
a splashing that sang of millions.
I "She's struck oil!" was the shout;
and it echoed down the valley and be- j
yond, till at every farmer's door and
on into the cities were echoed the
magic words, "Struck oil!"
Every telegraph wire in the land
flashed the story of the Blossburg Oil
Compuny's Great Gusher, and capitalists
began to speculate on the strange
developments that might follow the
discovery of a subterranean petroleum
lake east of the Alleghanies.
As for the Great Gusher, it spouted
forth 2200 barrels the first day and
2500 the second day.
Before noon on the third day it had
I repaid the partners their entire expenses
on the lease?the investment
had cost them only 85200.
At the close of the fifth day they
were S14.000 richer for the mere
trouble of catching the oil.
Then the Great Gusher sobered I
doWn to tbe cbeerfal song of $1000 a i
day, and tbis it continues to sing, I
week days and Sundays, with no sign I
of weariness. ')
It is tbe greatest well known to the t
northern oil fields since .1882, when
tbe Cherry Grove field, in Warren 1
County, Penn., made tbe world ring i
with tales of sudden fortune. t
Cherry Grove knocked tbe bottom {
out of oil prices and ruined thousands
of men engaged in the oil business 1
elsewhero. Blossburg may do the i
same thing if it proves to be over a t
big lake of oil and not merely a small
pool, as was the case with Cherry
Grove, which exhausted itself in a
year. ^
This important question can be ^
settled only when test wells have been (
cnnlt fnr miles around, and from tbe (
way speculators are rushing into the 1
Pine Creek regioy doubts must soon '
be dispelled.
The Elossbmrg property is being
honey-combed with drills. A well near
the Great, Gusher is' yielding 540 bar
UNABLE TO CONTBOIj THE FLOW OP OIL. E
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rels a day, and another is produotive a
in a smaller degree. f(
Just what kind o! sand the oil comes
from no one knows. As soon as the j
tools pierced the shell the well flowed a
and no snnd was bailed out. Whether
there is ten feet of it or fifty, whether
it is brewn, white or gray, no one ci
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knows as yet. The company has been
kept too bnsy caring for the oil to
worry abont the color or thickness ol
the sand in which it has been stored
np.
The little town of Gaines has ac- i
quired some of the character of a
Western mining camp. The hotel has
been overflowing for three weeks and
the proprietor has secured every vacant
room in town for his guests. The
telegraph and telephone havo become
metropolitan in their activity. Keen
men with large bank accounts roam
everywhere, snapping np speculative
chances. Their talk is all of barrels
and dollars, leases and wells, drills
and pipe lines.
The Standard Oil Company, alive to
the great possibilities of the new field,
is laying a four-inch pipe line across
the mountain to connect with their
main pipe line twenty miles away.
On the lighter side of human nature
at the Pine Creek rush are
ranged the clairvoyants and hazel
twig magicians who. infest new oil
fields. One of these "oil smellers"
will sell out his occult gifts as a prospector
for from 810 to 8150, according
to the means and credulity of his
client.
Some of the individual cases of
sudden,fortunes are full of interest.
Joseph Bernauer was a poor man
two years ago. His little farm on the
bank of Pine Creek yielded him a living
and that was all. He peddled
milk every morning and evening to
the housewives of Gaines.
< His farm proved to be right on the
oil belt and his inccme from royalties
is now over $500 a month.
s^ekieepers ' and small
total %orld!y poeseBBions were worth
^ei;tiapl'$$(H) have been offered $125,000
for their rights in tliia gasher.
~ oilf?ri Woman In Cuba.
.. Benorita Silvia Alfonso'y Aldama,
x.*. U< Mai . n 1l ASA A k A?OM ltAfl
wj1u00 :,{k/jrwuw id ncic ouuvrii, xiao
been voted the beauty que$n of Cuba.
The election <,was j recently held in.
Havana preparatory t<5 the carnival to
;wenty well-kn<3?*jo^^ of the
aland were coniijljmtfs^for the honor.
3enora Josefina;iRwar?,def 'Pnlido,
;he ..daughter o?..Count -Feraandina,
raa' the . last ^?an Benorita to be
limilarly honored. < ' * >
Silvia Alfonso wap,born in Cuba,
;mt was educated in ?aru. one lived
n New York from time to time during
,he past four years, during the pro-?
jress of the recent* insurrection.
She will be the recipient of every
lonor during lestival week anc^ will
emain supreme for two years until
,he next festival is held.
How to Live a Century.
Dr. D. K. Pearsons, of Hinsdale,
[11., a millionaire who ie making it his
jusiuess to give away his money to
mterprising colleges in the West, re;ently
made some very interesting
statements in explanation of his conlition
of hearty and'hppeful health at
' the Vage of eighty
.jews., .^He says he
\ , expect* to live until
M ifi he is a hundred, and !
^is life
va >% v w of th (wnsidering.
y "Moat/men dig their
,ws3d3$sL graT^fy with their
?rfrVfi iN teeth," he said. "My
V pi 7w " stomaoli is my friend J'
f\ ' \ i;/ J and I'm happier than } '
1\Jj/ / any other man on f
\Jt ' earth.He says the j
jr. d. k. fear- man Wio wants to live !
sons. to %;'ripe old age '
ihould keep cool, 'Apt overload the,
itomacb, breathe pa^jftir and lots of
t, eat a vegetable die?{nofc eat 'late
mppers, go to bed early.not fret, not
;o where hell get exflited, and not
orget to take a nap after dinner,
["bough he is a doctor himself, he
hrew all his medicine awayyears ago, I
ind he says he does not know what an j
iche or pain is. He takes regular de- j
igfrt in his gifts to colleges, but will
?ot allow anyone to make a hero of ]
lim, as he hates excitement. He ]
ays a man must "keep cool" if he j
pants to live a hundred years. "It's I
he worst thing in the world," he j
aaintains, "to get angry or cross." j i
le gets up at G, eats a light break- I J
ast, works till noon, eats a vegetable j '
nd fruit dinner, without tea or cof- ! }
ie, takes it easy the rest of the day I t
nd goes to bed at 8. He says he ! *
oes not want to die till he has given I t
way all his money. J {
???????? j 1
Even the rich girl may have a poor j t
Diuplexion, I r
C
't
$ ' ;*'4 :
BORROWING THE BABY.
"Good moraln'. My ma sent m?
To ast you how you was,
An' hope you're well?you know 'at Is- ;
Tli' way she alius does.
My ma?slie sez, you're strangers,
But then she kind o' thought
She'd like to borry th' baby
'At you folkses 'as got.
'
"My ma sets by th' winder
An' watches you and 'im,
An' kind o' smiles an' cries to wunst, 1
'Cause he's like baby Jim.
Who's Jim? He wa9 our baby? 1
We named hlra after pa.
Say, o'n we borry your baby
A little while fer ma?
"My ma she sez she wouldn't
Mind if your baby cried.
8ho sez 't'd be like music?
. Since little Jim has died.
She sez she'll be good to him, 3
An' she'd like a whole lot,
If we c'n borry the baby
'At you folkseo 'as got."
?Josh Wink, in Baltimore America;
PITH AND POINT. ^ V
Blobba?"I understand that deu- "j
(rists now not only extract teeth but
insert them." Slobbs ? "Humphf 'j
My dog can do that."
"Have you and your neighbors-- g
called on each other yet?" "No; but
I heard our cooks calling each othei
cames over the back fence."
"Did you have auy trouble selecting
a name for the baby?" "None at N
all; there'3 only one rich uncle iu the
family."?Richmond Dispatch.
"I haven't seen you out lately,"".
said the walking stick. "No," re? -a
rtlia/l +V>a rimhralla "T a m nf.ill Irppn. "TbM
ing lent."?Philadelphia Bulletin. ;;v||
Two souls that to a single thought glrir
birth.
Ah! How they do agree. .
She tbinks he's all there is on earth. 2
Alas! and so does be.
?Philadelphia Press.
Poetioua?"There are no geninfleftin
attics nowadays." Cynicns?"No,
most of them seem to have got down,
to basinesa and are running elevators."
'rjfl
Tommy?"Dad, I have smashed ?. }
French plate window. Will yon foot
the damages?" Dad?"You young- t,>J
scamp! I will begin by footing the
damager."
"Jerry Pontoon, tell us something about
Oliver Cromwell." "Which V.-J
vereion, ma'am?" "I don't understand."
"Magazine or history?"?
Chicago News.
Jack?"There must be something- mm
terrible about a Daint-box." Ida? -5H
"Why so?" Jack?"Beoaase it ir \3
the only thing that will make some- %
girls torn red."
Stella?"I was awfully nervous a
when Jack proposed." Maude?
"Was it such a surprise?" Stella? . j
"No; I was afraid some one would
2ome in and interrupt hiin."?Chicago |
News. .
"That'woman is a shoplifter," said * H
the floorwalker to the detective; "she
will take anything she sees." "I " J;
spotted her the other day," re-. J*
sponded the detective; "I saw her
take the elevator." *
"My wife doesn't seem to be progressing,
doctor," remarked the an*ions
husband. "No," returned the
physician. "When she gains a little
strength she uses it all up telling:
people what's the matter with her."
"X want to marry your daughter,""
said Foxey." "Have you spoken toher
yet?" asked the father. "No,"
replied the suitor. "You see, I j
want to get your refusal, so that t j
will have something to work on."?
'Philadelphia North American. ??
?; Hobo?"Hev yer got any kind of a.
iob von want done, lady?" House- ^<$1
keeper?"I'm sorry, poor man,
have to disappoint you." "Dat's
right, lady. I jest wanted ter fin^'^1
out if I could take a sleep in de nexfc l^ :
lot here widout bein* worrid by offers^'lSUj
Peuance For Discourtesy.
Nicholas I, Czar of Russia, was the. fwl
type of an absolute aristocrat. The- "i
succession of terrible war8 which.
3louded his reign did not tend to 4
soften his disposition or to render ,:;j
him less imperious. But, rough and
harsh as he was, Nicholas had a meas- \1
ure of chivalry in his disposition.
He would not tolerate, under any ?
jircumstances, an insult offered to a- V
woman.
As the Czar was driving through
the streets of St. Petersburg he caught ,
sight of au officer of his household
in the act of upsetting an old beggar
woman, whose hands were raised in ft $
prayer for alms.
The official was quite unmindful of ^
the august witness of his act, and 'A<
was rather pleased when, a few hours
later, he was summoned to the imperial
presence. j '
Nicholas soon undeceived him, ant? 'i
in the presence of a dozen courtiers- J
cut him to the quick with his indignant
reproof.
^"Enough!" said Nicholas finally- 2
"You will walk up and down that cor- J
ridor all night, and every time yoa J
turn you wiil say, in a loud voice, 'I -M
am a puppy! I am a puppy!'"? '?
Youth's Companion.
i'y Children.
Ohildren^do not cee the world aftmen
and women behold it. The flow
inac inteeument that surrounds the
soul is as yet tender and translucent.
The'. light from beyond shines more \
easily through its tilray veil, and ii>
that light the things of nature are "A
melted into a glamour such as oldei
eye's are too dim to perceive. The
world of childhood is newer and more
beautiful with life; the sun is more
radiant, the ether is more buoyant
thau in the more sombre and the
darker world of after-life.
Heaven and earth, as it were, toucl
together,and just beyond the.thmanc
misty veil of separation spirifo Walt ^
and rustle, and their whispering* s?
sometimes, haply, reach the tende* >'$
eRr without its hearing to tltiSerstanu
the words.
The two spaces are but a hand's
breath apart, and it may easily b#
but a step from one to the other.- r
Howard Pjle, in Harper's Magazine
American Wins Victoria Crona.
An American was one of the first tc
vin the Victoria Cross iu the Soutt
African war. He is Charles J. Spruce, i
_/ Tr l. _ ITT: ao T.
i native 01 ixeuoaua, ?is. a iew
rears ago be went to South Africa, ii>.
itne to be a member of Jamieson'e
aiders. After the raid he returned
o this country, but when the war befan
he went over to England and enisted
iu a cavalry regiment. Ee won
he cross by rescuing a wounded com- ^
ade- J