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* " ? ^ ISSUED SEM!C,- WEEHLY. ' ^ ^ A ? l. it.grist ft SONS, Publishers. j. % ^amitj gttcsgaper: 4or promotion af the political, gonial, Sflrtcnltttral and (Eontnteijcial Interests of the f togli;. { TERMsino^e coAPTEFiraNcESTBANCE' ESTABLISHED 1855. YOEKVILLE, s7c., SATURDAY, AUGUST 18, 190(5! NO. 66. - | gjiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiHiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii 11 MALCOI IB A Tale of Moral Heroism*] || BY CHARLES EE = Author of "In Hi* Steps," "Cruel == == l~&rdy's Se EE = OOPTRIQHT, 1900, BY THE I IlllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII miration, bv ^llllinillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllHIl CHAPTER XVIIL A H A fir 1 lLU.iinu xn im ox uiuu, His love for Dorothy Gilbert had Ions ago passed into a memory. He was married now and had a wife and children whom he dearly loved. But as Faith went on and made her errand to him clear he thought back in silent , wonder at that time when Malcom Kirk had crossed the ocean with him and he had thoughtlessly made the sketch which meant so much now to more than one person. ? "And I've come here now," continued Faith as she concluded the story of her experiences, "to see if you would give me a letter of introduction or recommendation to some place where I could do the work that I feel that I ought to be doing. I'm very proud. I don't mean that I am in any way ashamed of the housework" ? Faith's cheeks glowed with sudden color?"but I am sure I can do something different, something that the world needs more. Sometimes when I look at a picture like that 1 feel as if I could. In time, paint something almost as good." Francis Raleigh bowed, and a pleased smile came over his face. Not all the praise from the art critics of his picture had gratified him so much. "If I could get a permanent position somewhere, I know I could work up Into a place of usefulness. I can do the retouching, and I like to do it. And In time I might have a studio of my own. There are several successful wo men photographers here." "That's true, and I know one or two of them," said Raleigh thoughtfully. He never knew how much it had cost Faith to ask him what she did. She had no foolish pride that some girls have, and Malcom Kirk had always taught his own children as well as others that sometimes the most mauly or womanly thing one can do Is to receive help to help oneself, but Faith would never have come to Raleigh for such assistance if she had not somehow felt certain that she must have some friendly aid in the great city before she could do what she felt she must do in order to help the dear ones ** at home as well as herself. There was silence in the studio for a moment Then Raleigh said, while the smile on his handsome face lighted up Uke sunshine: "How would you like to work in Miss Varney's studio at Kenwood?" % "It would be a beautiful place!" cried Faith with enthusiasm. She knew tl*e famous studio which the richest people in the city patronized, and she had even been out to it twice to solicit orders, but each time had failed to get anything. It was an ideal place, and she could not help wondering if Raleigh knew anything of her experience there. "Miss Varney is a niece of my wife," said Raleigh, smiling at Faith again. "Suppose, Instead of writing you a letter of introduction. I go out there with you and Introduce you in person?" "That would be beautiful!" cried Faith. Then she grew suddenly shy again aim ga&eu ui urn urusi uiui icai fully, as if she felt she might" have trespassed somewhat on her knowledge of his old time affection for her mother. Raleigh seemed to read her thought "My dear girl," he said, with a smile that set Faith's mind forever at rest, "perhaps you know that once I thought very much of your mother, but she rgave her heart to a better man, for which I have never reproached her. How the years have gone since then!" He was silent suddenly, and his face grew thoughtful. "Let us see. We shall have time to get out there this afternoon. I am at your service. Goodby to the kitchen and welcome the vocation you are fitted for. At the rsame time, I envy the people you are working for, if you are anything like the cook your mother used to be." He laughed so delightfully that Faith joined him. and neither of them heard a Btep in the other room and did not know any one had come in until Maicom Stanley stood at the entrance gazing at them. Raleigh had risen and had laid his palette and brushes down. At sight - * V- -1-i In Or OlUUiey Lie HAauiuieu, ^wuic iu, young giant, and let me introduce some one you ought to know!" Malcom came slowly forward, looking at Faith, who had risen. Each of them was evidently excited at what was now evident to them both. "Miss Kirk," said Raleigh, with an emotion he did not try to conceal, "this is Mr. Stanley ? Malcom Stanley ? whose likeness I have so faithfully reproduced oa^he canvas there!" Malcom acra Faith faced each other * In silence, and then Faith put out her hand. "Will you shake hands with a hired girl. Mr. Stanley, for father's sake?" she said half shyly, half In the maqner she had Inherited from Malcom Kirk. "Will I?" cried Malcom Stanley. The way he shook Faith's hand assured everybody that he had no hesitation on VI KIRK. || In Overcoming the World, i | M. SHELDON, flixlon of Philip Strong'," "Robert = = ven Days." EE = ADVANC* PUBLISHING OO. = =E Herman Heyer. Illllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllfc | lllllllllllllllllllllllillllllllllllllllllillllllllllllllllllllllll^ the score of Faith's position. They had all three been suddenly smitten with unusual solemnity, and Malcom'a energetic handshake made Raleigh laugh. Faith followed, and Malcom joined in, and the excitement of that sudden meeting passed into question and answer. "It's a long way from the deck of that steamer to this studio," said Malcom Stanley. "But truth is stranger than fiction?at least any fiction I ever read." And then he went on to give Faith some account of his life since the time when Malcom Kirk had left him with his aunt in London. The aunt had died when be was 2 years old, and he had been adopted into the family of a distant relative, taking the name of Malcom at his aunt'srequest in loving memory of his queer nurse. The money that Kirk had raised on board the steamer had been fortunately invested. On coming of age this fund enabled the young man to fit himself for an engineer. He had risen steadily and had at last been promoted to a place of great responsibility. The company for which he worked had Interests In the United States, and Malcom had come over to superintend the opening of some mines in Colorado and New Mexico. His business Interests had made him acquainted with Mr. Fulton, and it was through him that he had made the acquaintance of Mr. Raleigh and finally purchased the picture, with the intention of giving it to Malcom Kirk. The artist had insisted on practically giving a large share of the value of the picture to Stanley, and the latter had planned a surprise for Kirk on his way west All this and more did Faith hear wonderingly. The short winter day was going by, and Raleigh suddenly interrupted the conversation. "We shall have to give up our trip to Kenwood today. Faith." "And I must be getting back to my work!" cried Faith, rising. She was like one who had been in a dream of the day. It all seemed so strange? the studio, the artist the picture, the big, hearty, honest young Englishman. She found it hard to realize that she was actually in the heart of the great, rushing, prosaic, selfish city. All this was so like a story, like things one reads about, but so seldom knows in the real life. . "If your father were only here now," said Raleigh, whose romantic temperament was moved deeply by the events of the day, "this room would contain all the elements of a genuine story." As he spoke they all three turned instinctively toward the entrance of the other room. There stood Malcom Kirk, his tall, heavy figure filling up the opening and his homely, loving face showing unusual emotion. "Father!" cried Faith, and the next minute she was in his arms, sobbing nn/l ttYolnimlne Then she stepped back, a little ashamed of her sudden outburst as she remembered the presence of the two men behind her, but she kept bold of Maleom's hand and drew him Into the studio. "How did you come here, father? We had no idea"? "It's not a long story, my dear," said Mnlcom. "Mr. Raleigh, how do you do? It's a long time since I saw you oa the deck of that steamer." Malcom pointed to' the picture, and still his great brown eyes rested on Malcom Stanley, who was standing there pale and excited. Raleigh took Kirk's hand and shook It heartily. He then turned quickly to Stanley. "You ought to know this gentleman, Mr. Kirk. You met him before I did." Kirk stepped toward Stanley. Both men were deeply moved. "You were with my mother when she died, Mr. Kirk," said Stanley In a voice that trembled a little. "If we were Russians, we would embrace each other now," cried Malcom Kirk, "but as you are an Englishman and I am an American I suppose a handshake Is the nearest we can get to It." As be said It he grasped Stanley's big palm, which went out to meet his, and Raleigh said afterward he was sure he heard the bones snap, but nel mn m tt? I n nnH luui ujiiu n iuvcu. "The heart goes with it," said Malcom Stanley, admiring Kirk out of his honest face with a loving look. Kirk drew back a little and gazed at the stalwart young figure. Then he glanced at the painting. "I would not like to take the contract of holding you In my arms now, as I did then. But, as I remember, you were a very good baby." "So he is now." said Raleigh, who had turned his face toward the easel to hide his emotion. That made Faith laugh, and the rest joined her, and the tension of feeling broke, and they all grew more at ease. For several minutes questions and answers flew fast In the now darkening studio. "Father, you must give an account of yourself. The rest of us know how we j came to be here. But your presence Is \ a mystery!" said Faith, drawing up \ closer to him. , "Well/ my dear, R was your letter j that brought me." "My letter?" "Yes. the one you wrote Sunday. " Your mother was very anxious about you. You did not mean to tell us, but we read between the lines that you were having 'experiences,' as you call them. Besides, a check came for one of my stories that morning, and I felt i the need of a little vacation and came on to Chicago to study the 'hired girl I problem' and other sociological experiments." c Faith laughed. Then she passed her t hand over her father's sleeve. v "I do believe you have gone and c bought a new overcoat! You aren't t going to be sick, are you, father? Are v you feeling all right in your mind?" t "Your mother made me promise that c I would get one as soon aa I reached f "The heart goes tc^th it," said M Stanley. the city," said Malcom, a little sheep- j Ishly. "It only cost $8.50. That was v one reason I was late getting around u to the Fultons'. The train was delayed p by an accident too." t "Eight dollars and a half," muttered Faith with some Indignation. But the ^ thought of the father and his love for , her that had brought him to the city ' softened her Indignation. She clung a to him closer, and the other men looked ,v at father and daughter with great In- " terest ' "Tin* hnm dlH rnn hnnnori tA IrnriW I was here?" asked Faith suddenly. P "I didn't, but when I called at the j1 Fultous' Mr. Stanley had just gone. Mrs. Fulton told me who he was, and e confessed that she had no idea that t: you were in any way connected with 11 the story of Stanley's life. She said r he told her he expected to be at the 8 studio this afternoon. No one knew where you had gone, and so I came ll down here to find him, intending to go back to the Fultons' by the time you returned." r "It's all simple enough, isn't it?" s said Malcom Stanley thoughtfully. I "Yes," said Faith. Then she sud- ,, denly remembered that she was a j "hired girl," having a Thursday after- a noon out tl "Father, I must be getting back to y the Fultous'. They cannot live without 0 me. Put that down in your sociological a notes on the 'hired girl problem'?that Sl no matter how low in the scale the Q 'hired girl' may be she is really of first Importance for the comfort and happl- Q ness of thousands of the best families y in the land." ^ "That's true. Why isn't there some ^ way, then, to elevate and dignify the ^ service?" asked Malcom Kirk, who seemed ready to discuss the problem seriously. "No, no, father; we can't stop to re- d form the world right here. It Is too w late. Do you want your daughter to ~ be scolded for not getting dinner in P time?" y "I am going back with you," said ? ' her father, rising. C Then he turned toward Stanley, who 1 was looking a little anxiously at father a and daughter. -a "Come, Stanley, I'll take the liberty f< of asking you to come with us. Mrs. v Fulton said you might return this ii evening anyway. We haven't had our r talk out, and I will be responsible for E the consequences of taking you out n with us." g "I was planning to go," said Stan- tl ley, looking relieved. "I want to see w Mr. Fulton again on business." He did fi not say that he wanted to see Faith. e "Come to think of it," said Raleigh ii suddenly, "I have an invitation myself e to take dinner with the Fultons to- v night Mrs. Raleigh is out of town, and Fulton asked me to come out and talk over a new art design he has recelved for the cover of his mining Journal." ^ "But," cried Faith In some dismay, ^ "do you three big men realize that 1 am the 'hired girl' at the Fultons'? f Do you think I can possibly get a dinner ready at this time of the day for 0 such appetites as I am sure you all * have?" There was a look of embarrassment on the faces of Raleigh and Stanley, " but Malcom Kirk settled the matter by saying, as he took Faith's arm and led ? her out of the studio: "Don't be alarmed, gentlemen! I will speak for the dinner. Faith can make " a palatable dinner out of bread and p< water In some mysterious way, and if ? everything else is wanting we can 11 feast on the remarkable events of this ^ afternoon." 81 So they went out, laughing and tal ng, and as they took a carriage for 1 is avenue, the driver engaging to g :hem there before 5 o'clock, there w 10 more happy, light hearted girl iie great city than Faith Kirk. TO BE CONTINUED. ilUsccUancous gcatling WHEELER'S WAR STORIES. Tales of American Soldiers Told by "Flgl Ing Joe." $y Brig. Gen. Joseph Wheeler. When I went to West Point as :adet, in 1856, the first thing I did w o report to Colonel Robert E. L< vho was at that time superintende if the military academy. Reachi lis office, I knocked at the door, ai vhen, in response to a summo 0 "Come in," I entered, one if the handsomest men I ever saw rc rom a table, walked around it and p 1 hand upon my shoulder in a kind ai atberly manner. 1 told him thai lad come to report and, with a ft >}easant words, he bade me welcot nd sent me along to the adjutant. RECOLLECTIONS OF GEN. R. E. LEE I uever met the great leader of t Confederacy during the war in whi re both served ; but my school hi ecolfections of him are even mo .aluable to me on that account. 1 vas a very dignified man and could tern on occasions; but extremely kin learled. His ideas of duty were i lexible, and his son, Austin Lee, wi t that time was a cadet at the Poii ras treated by him with no favorat liscrimination ; the fact, indeed, w ather the opposite. Once the b< ;ot into serious trouble, and his enti lass had to come to bis rescue wi lersuasion and pledges in order to i eem him from punishment. Colon ,ee remained at the Point for a ye fter I went there, and was then ma< lieutenant colonel of cavalry. FACING YELLOW FEYER. I witnessed a great deal of fightii uring the Civil war; but not any fhich tbe men on either side showi aore bravery than I have seen tbe xhibit recently in Cuba and in t! >hilippioes. Never shall I forget tl ccasion when, yellow fever havii roken out at Sibouey, the Twent aurth infantry volunteered to go ba< nd nurse the sick?to encounter, in lord, a plague ten times more terrif ag thau any human enemy they cou e called upon to face in battle arra ?bough very few, probably not over er cent., of the men who went to t ack, Santiago bad been under fire t Dre, they behaved like veterans, very case where they were ordered ake a position they marched again , with as much precision as if on p ade or executing manoeuvres. Ea< oldier seemed to feel it a privilege e there, and to be imbued with a d erpin&tion to conquer. ON PARADE IN BATTLE. It was the same way in the Phili lines. I recollect in particular an i tance at Porac, in the capture of whii took part on the 28tb day of last Se ember. Six hundred men of tl linth infantry were ordered to tal very strong position, to do whii bey were obliged to advance l,2i ards through open fields, every sti f the movement beiug in such ord< s if the troops were, at drill. I ha een armies of other nations ; but t! lore opportunities I have had to coi are them with our own soldiers t! lore impressed I have been with ti " " r* ?1_Ai uperioruy 01 our own uguwug me 'be Americans are the best fighters be world today?the best the wor as ever produced. A REMARKABLE COINCIDENCE. One of ^ie most remarkable in< ents of the San Juan fight bad to < Mth two officers of the Tenth cavali -Lieutenant William H. Smith ai lieutenant William E. Shipp. The oung men had entered West Poi Dgether, one of them from Nori larolina and the other from Missoui ^hey were roommates at the Poit nd remained such through the cour t the military academy, entertainii >r each other a friendship more d oted than that of most brothers. B 3g graduated together, each of the eturned to his own home and marrie loth entered the same regiment, r ewing their intimacy. They went t ether into the battle of San Juan ( he first day of July, 1898, and boi fere shot and killed in the same hoc illing within a few yards of each ot r. When the list of killed was prinU ] the newspapers their names we onsecutive. Each of them left /idow and three children. A BABY WITH A FLAG OF TRUCE. Speaking of touchiog incidents r linds me of one of the most pathet senes I witnessed in the Philippine Vhen the insurrection began Gener iuna, who .was the commander i hief of the rebel armies, ordered all he native villages in the neighborboe f the scene of hostilities to be burnt nd drove the people before hie ifter the capture of Tarlac and tl ispersion of the inshrgent troops, the nhappy folks began to return to the omes, and on my expeditions I wou ieet bodies of men, women and ch: ren, from half-a-dozen to one hu red in a bunch, coming back. Th< ad been living in any way to pr erve bare existence, most of them arts, and their clothes were exceei 3gly ragged and dirty, though mar ore evidence of superior culture ar tanding. They always had a numb Ik- of white flags on poles, and usually a HI- little child walked some distance in ret advance of the party, carrying a tall as reed of the fishpole kind with a handin kerchief attached to it. The infant would toddle along through the mud, holding up the reed, which was ten _ feet long, perhaps, and presenting one aspect of war that might well bring t tears to the eyes even of the most hardened veteran. funston's heroic deed. One of the most heroic things I saw bt. during my campaign in the Philippines was at the Bagabag river. We were trying to get a body of troops across j a the stream and were experiencing very determined opposition on the part of ^ the enemy, which was in strong force on the further bank. It wa9 a diffiQ cult position, for our soldiers were exafl posed to a scathing fire of artillery and Qg small arms. ^Nevertheless, under this destructive fusilade, two of our men iae swam across the river with ropes and ut tied them to poles on the other side, QCI thus enabling Funston and bis men'to t j pull a raft over with twenty Americans JW on it. This soon wound up the fight, Qe the Filipinos taking, as usual, to their heels. , , PERSONAL COURAGE IN WAR. jje The modern system of warfare has a tendency to discourage individual beroism. Acts of personal daring are re necessarily exceptional, because it is ?e demanded of troops that, in all ordinary cases, they shall act as a body. ^ Our discipline and drill encourages Q. both officer and soldier to do their Ij0 duty on certain definite lines and in lt accordance with prescribed rales, an army operating like a single machine ^ under the. direction of one mind?that of the general commanding. What I re admire in our officers and men is not only their courage, but also their de>e< meanor, which has so great an influej ence upon the morale of troops in the ar field. Both in Cuba and in the Philippines I have hpd opportunities of observing officers whose cool and determined bearing has extended over raw recruits an influence almost doubling the efficiency of the entire fighting 'n force. B(* Certainly we know, to our great sat01 isfaction, that the American soldier has not retrograded. Asa veteran of three h? wars, in each of which my part has Q8 been such as to enable me to overlook y- the activities of great numbers of men, I am able to assert that he is as capa.a ble a fighting man to day, as brave y- and efficient as ,he has ever been. ^ Taking him from all points of view, I y- have no hesitation in declaring him to 5 be the best soldier in the world at the it- r>.<uon? timo A o hroufl ng Ihfl hraup^t ,e" be adds to the quality of fearlessness, a coolness, a steadiness and a subjection to to discipline which make bim the beau 181 ideal of a battle winner. He will a" prove it in the future as he has done in the past. 0 A NOBLE CONFEDERATE SCOOT. 0. Every war has its heroes. To my notion the hero of the Civil war on the Confederate side was Sam Davis, the P* scout. He was caught in Tennessee, n* with papers of importance on his percb son, and arrested. A young fellow P' and of fine appearance, bis case excited sympathy on the part of the Federal authorities, and he was informed that if he would tell who * gave QO him the papers they would give him a eP fine horse, with equipments and a pisBr tol, and send bim under safe escort ve through the lines. He refused and was sentenced to death as a spy. Up n" to the very scaflold they begged him to yield, urging that a mere boy b? like him ought not to sacrifice bis D- life for such a trifle ; but he shook 10 bis head, and was banged. GenId eral Dodge, who was in command of the Federals, was so struck with admiration of such noble fortitude that i- he sent his own check for $25 as a conio tribution to a fund for a monument to ry the scout, with words of praise for id his character. se A CASE OF BLOODY VENGEANCE. Dt Perhaps the most remarkable char^ acter in tbe Civil war, though I do not rl- speak of him as a hero, was the faltr> mous, or infamous, Champ Ferguson. 06 He lived on the border-line between Kentucky and Tennessee, in a part of ?' the country where the most distressing ?~ of all phases of the internecine conm flict were developed, neighbor fighting d- against neighbor and brother against ?* brother. From this situation of affairs ?" leuds of the utmost bitterness arose, )n as was inevitable, and some, who did ^ not join either army, became guerillas, ir? killing without mercy, h- Champ was a guerilla; but he did -d not become such without provocation. r? He was a hard-working farmer, aud on a one fateful occasion 16 Federals came to bis house during his absence and insulted his family. Among other e- things, if I remember correctly, they ic stripped his wife and made her dance. >s. Ferguson was a changed man from the al moment he learned of the outrage; he knelt and vowed that he would kill nf nuprv nne of those concerned in it. )d And be kept his word, killing them all ?d within two months. In one ease he a. killed four in one house, breaking 3e down the door, shooting two at once se and dispatching the others while they ir begged for mercy. Id Champ did not stop there, however, il- his thirst for blood having been once n- awakened. He was arrested finally ;y and tried at Nashville for the killing e- of 125 men, complete proof being furin uished in every instance charged. Afd ter being convicted he made a full coniy fession, though claiming that he bad id wiped out all of his victims in fair er war, excepting only the sixteen who bad abused bis wife. Nevertheless he was haDged. FOSTER-BARNETT. Well Told Story of ao Interesting Social Event. Correspondence of the Torkvllle Enquirer. Hickory Grove, August 12.?It was late in the afternoon last Thursday, and the sun had lingered in his journey to witness the scene in which Colonel Thomas Jefferson Barnett, and Miss Nancy Elmira Foster, were united in the holy bonds ot wedlock, the Rev. Jas. B. Cobb, of Hickory Grove, officiating. Colonel Barnett is originally from Louisville, Kentucky, where he is well and favorably known ; but more recently has decided to make bis home in the old Palmetto State, where be is personally interested in a number of mines ; not as a practical promoter, but as one who believes that the richness of our min eral resources will more than compensate for the cost of development. Colonel Barnett is an expert in bis line and a bustler. Miss Foster,of Smitbford,is decended from some of tbe oldest and best families in tbe state, and is so much better known than tbe writer of this article, that any comment on ber many accomplishments, her many charms of person and mind, would be entirely unnecessary and out of place. After the ceremony, this handsome ? couple were . driven to tbe palatial residence of Mr. W. S. Wilkerson,* where an elegant reception was tendered them, and where Mrs. W. S. Wilkerson had prepared a royal spread, with a bill of fare too elaborate to be mentioned in your columns. Suffice to say it would have been a treat for the gods, and tbe scene in the grand dining room, with guests assembled, reminded one of the old colonial days when all the mirth and wit and beauty and grace of a whole state were drawn together on such an occasion. After supper we were treated to music by the orchestra, led by Mr. Wilkerson, first violinist, and Miss Latban, pianist. Our souls were thrilled with melody's sweetness, first with, "Airs with many a winding bout, . Of linked sweetness long drawn out." Such an orchestra would have won applause on any stage; but when Mr. Wilkerson struck off on the "Downfall of Paris." every foot was uncon sciously keeping time to the magic of his music. Then it was that Colonel > Barnett was persuaded to dance a solo for the inspiration of those who should lajber caper nimbly to the pleasings of an up to date waltz. Colonel Barnett had often told us, in his own inimitable classic phrase, that "there had never been a note made on a fiddle which he could not tramp into the floor" with his own fantastic toes. This statement he fully verified, for next morning Mr. Wilkerson's floor looked like one vast sheet of classical music. So deep and intense was the joy of all that the crowd did not disperse until the weesmall hours of the morning, every one feeling very grateful to Mr. and Mrs. Wilkerson, and wishing Colonel Barnett and his fair bride long life and prosperity. We tried to catch some of the pretty speeches made to the bride and groom; but remember only this one made by a school teacher now in our midst: "May your honeymoon, which has risen tonight in all its transcendent beauty, softening all the rugged places in life's landscape, never, never set until you have crossed over the river where your feet shall continue to glide gracefully and in unison with the music of the stars." NASSAU'S BIG TREE. In Nassau, the capital city of the Bahama Islands, they say "the tree In the public square"?not the trees. Now the public square of Nassau is quite as large as that of most cities of the size, but there Is only one tree in it, and that tree literally fills the square and spreads Its shade over all the public buildings In the neighborhood. For It Is the largest tree In the world at Its if la hofHlv tailor thfln uaoc, aiuivugu u <o a three story house. It Is variously known as a ceiba or a silk cotton tree, bnt the people of the low islands of the West Indies call It the hurricane tree; for no matter how hard the wind blows it cannot disturb the mighty, buttressed trunk of the ceiba. Its trunk throws out great curving, windlike braces, some of them 20 feet wide and nearly as high. These extend into the ground on all sides and brace the tree against all attack, while the great branches spread a thick shade overhead. In the tropic sunshine of midsummer, hundreds, even thousands, of people may gather in the cool of its shadow. No one knows how old the great tree Is, but it must have been growing hundreds, if not thousands, of years. A very old picture in the library at Nassau shows the tree as big as it Is at present, and even the oldest negro In the Island cannot remember when It was a bit smaller.?Washington Post Catching Rabbits. Boys In Nebraska, a rerreuess country, carry with them when hunting a coil of hose about an inch in diameter, which they pay out down a rabbit hole until the bottom is reached, meanwhile drawing the mouth of a sack over the hole. A cheerful shout down the hose brings the rabbit out at his best pace, plump into the sack. The hose evidently does the business as quickly as the ferret, with no vexatious delays,? San Francisco Argonaut