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The tale of a young woman who earned
. her bread by the sweat of other peoples*
brows is related by the Press of Portland.
She was the daughter of a well-known
Portland merchant who was unfortunate
in business. After an unsuccessful attempt
at keeping a boarding house in
Boston she obtained work in a Philadelphia
clothing house. One day, in a fit
of desperation, she abandoned the shop
to invent a band in gentlemen's hats to
prevent perspiration, which proved
highly successful. She has now returned
to Portland to buy back the old homestead
where the family lived in their
former da3rs of prosperity.
The (Jlunaman of the racilic slope is
evidently advancing in knowledge of the
wayj of American civilization. Recently
one entered a store in Sacramento
and desired to sell a dozen brooms he
had in his possession. The proprietor
did not want to buy, and the Chinaman
departed with his wares. After a while
one of the storekeepers went out to get
a bunch of brooms which had been displayed
outside the store, ascertained
that they were gone, and realized that
they were the vory brooms which the
Chinaman had offered f?..r sale. The
heathen then had simply taken them
down from the nail and carried them
into the store.
Salmon are in the rivers and bays, from
Oregon to Alaska, often in numbers that
appear to be inexhaustible. A Montana
correspondent says: "Where the current
is swift the fish, in their ascent of
the river, must swim near its surface.
Here, close to the bank, a huge wheel is
constructed. It has perhaps a dozen or
twenty arms, which rcach down into the
river and form the motive power. Thero
arc at their ends a succession of scoops,
made of iron network. The current of
tho river turns them. and as tliev revolve
through the water they capture the fish
and scoop them up. As they reach the
top a means of escape is provided for the
fish, but it is a pathway which directs
him into an immense tank in which the
salmon are gathered. A firm who hnve
a wheel at the Dalles said they did not
care to run it more than nine hours a
- day, for they could not take care of the
fish that they caught beyond this. Its
manager said he had thus far shipped 290
tons of salmon. One day he began to
fish at 8 o'clock in the morning, and at
12:40 he had caught eighteen tons, and
had them all aboard the cars, iti ice,
shipped to the East. This Vas an extraordinary
day, of course. The swift current
supplies ample water-power to turn
the huge wheel." i
Os!rich Peculiarities:
The ostrich is an anomaly, a fond
parent at one time, and asain devouring
its offspring, showing an idiotic gentleness
now, and again kicking one of its
little ones intt) kingdom come. It will
scan the horizon with the wisdom of an
astronomer, and tumble headlong into a
muck hole at its feet. A single wire
will keep it in bounds at ordinary time?,
tmd a jack rabbit will drive it into a
spasm of terror. There is nothing on
earth like it, I do believe, unless it nwy
be a woman trying to cross Kearney
street on a Saturday afternoon. Their
, way of showing anger or fear is peculiar.
They squat on their haunches and
* stretch out their ungainly necks almost
level with the ground, and sway them from
side to side, making a strange drumming
sound somewhere in their true inward
ncss. "When grown they are the ugliest
things on record, and look all leg. They
are connoisseurs in metal buttons, vinagrettes,
and even hairpins, and will not
hesitate to transfer one or more at a
gulp from your person to their own castiron
stomachs, with a knowing wink of
their red eyes; but it was a game of give
and take, for in retaliation the visitor
would make a grab, and many valuable
plumes were lost in this way.?San
Francisco Chronicle.
Hon He was Bought, ,
"Say, papa," queried a little boy. "I |
thought you told mo they couldn't buy
people here nowadays?"
"They can't, my child," re*>lie<l the
father. "The late civil war settled that
forever. But before, the people of the
South owned slaves, but the war liberate
* ed them and an amendment to the constitution
made it impossible to hold the
colored people as . slaves in tho United
States." '
"I don't mean colored people," continued
the boy. "I mean white gentlemen
like you. Was you ever bought or
sold?"
"What a question I What put that
idea into your head ?"
"I hard Mrs. Gossip talking to a caller
Avhen she didn't know I was round.
They got to talking about you and mamma.
She said mamma was so homely
he would stop a clock, and that her
money bought you, body aud soul."?
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'Cj Decline In ileal Estate.
Landlord (to stranger.)?The property
is worth $85,000. I wouldn't take
less.
Stranger.?I don't want to buy. j
am only the tax assessor.
Landlord.?Ob, I beg your par J on.
; r I should consider myself a very fortunate
^7;!vV man if I could get #17,000 for that property.?Puck.
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The Sons of the SealTIaf.
Bow It lings, sings, sings.
Bloving sharply from thn sea linc^
*WUh an edga of salt that stings;
'Bow it Jaachs aloud and passes;
As it cnta ths class cliff graf s j?;
How it sing* again and whistles
Ai it shakes tlio stout sea thistlesHow
it singsl
How it shrieks, shriek*, shrieks
iu ifuo crauuios 01 uju auoui uu,
In the gashes of the crooks;
How it shrieks one3 more, and catches
Up to the yellow foam in patches;
How it whirl* it out and over
To the corn field and the clovor?
How it shrieks I
How it roars, roars, roars
In tho iron under-cavorn,
In the hollow of the shore;
How it roars anew, and thunders,
As the strong hull splits and sunders,
And the spenb ship, tempest driven,
On the reef lies rent and riven?
How it roars I
How it wails, wails, wails,
In the tangle of the wreckage,
In the flapping of the sails,
How it sobs away, subsiding,
Like a tired child aft?r chiding;
And across the ground swell rolling,
You can hear the bell-buoy tolling?
How it wails!
?Austin Dobson.
A WOMAN'S BRAVERY.
A 8TOKY OF THE FRONTIER.
Aa soon as the" frost was out of the
ground and there wn3 no danger of being
storm-bound, Louis Stacy loft his little
home in Arkansas to go down the river
with a boat-load of furs and skins.
- He expected to bring back a supply of
provisions for spring and summer use, as
well as a tidy little sum of money as a
reward for his labor during the winter
in trapping and huuting.
He left his wife and niece without
even the shadow of a foreboding of
harm coming to them during his absence;
for, living as they did, twelve
miles from the nearest town, and remote
from the road taken by travellers and
tramps, they had few visitors, and seldom
saw a strange face; and then, too,
both women were accustomed to the use
of firearms, and Louis knew that they
would not hesitate to employ them if
necessary.
Just at this time a stranger was lying
ill in the hunter's cabin?a young man
who had accidentally shot himself while
hunting in the woods, and to whom
Louis had willingly given shelter and
every attention.
Fever and delirium had followed Arthur
Morris's accident and lie had been
confined in the cabin six weeks, being
now in a convalescent state. Ho said he
was well off in this world's goods and
told Laura Stacy when he first met her
that he worj a money-be'.t ' about his
waist and begged that it might remain
there, no matter how ill he became.
Louis had been gone several days and
life had gone on as usual in the little
cabin, which Mrs. Stacy and Laura had
managed to make comfortable and homelike
after much trouble and with many
ingenious contrivances.
Much of Mrs. Stacy's time was spent
with Arthur Morris, who grew restless
and feverish if left alone. Laura, too,
frequently read and talked to the invalid,
unconscious that his handsome, worn
face and dark eyes had caused a more
tender feeling than compassion to find a
place in her heart.
The cabin consisted of three rooms on
the ground floor?a main room, used for
cooking, enting and general purposes; a
bed room, and a small room, used as a
pantry.
Beneath was a deep cellar, where provisions
were kept in the summer, and
even in the winter, for frost never entered
the deep hole Louis Stacy had dug.
Above was a loft, reached by a ladder
from the pantry, an<^ here the two
women slept, giving their sick guest
the pleasant room on the first floor.
It was nearly midnight of the fifth day
of Louis' absence when Laura was roused
by hearing a noise at the door of the
cabin. Not disturbing her aunt, who
was sleeping heavily, worn out by watching
with the invalid the previous night,
tho brave girl hastily threw on her
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the door of the main room opened and
two men, in bare feet, entered, carrying
a lantern.
They started a little at seeing Laura,
standing silent and motionless, with a
lighted candle in her hand.
One of them, a tall, burly fellow, with
an evil eye, advanced toward her andshook
his fist in her face.
"Speak one word above a whisper," he
said, "and I will put a bullet through
your brain !M flourishing a hugo revolver
us he spoke.
Laura knew that if she disobeyed the
command the threat would bo carried
Into execution; and, recovering from her
terror, she asked the men in an unfaltering
voice wlift they wanted.
"Wo want that money-belt on the
Btranger you have here," was the reply,
in a hoarse whisper. "We know* all
about it, so you needn't lie to us. Tell
us where he is, and be quick about it."
"Surely you wonld not rob a sick
man?" said Laura, trying to gain time
and think what was best to do in this
terrible emergency. "It would surely
kill him to be roused in such a brutal
manner."
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4eWe won't girahima chance to speak,"
growled the man -who held tha lantern.
"1W11 never know what hurt him.
Hurry up, girl, we're -wasting time. Is
he np in tho loft?" Laura turned deathly
pale. In that terrible moment she
realized how dear to her Arthur Morria
had bccome, and she resolved to save hia
Hfl> I Vfin if sh?l Rhnnlll )inv? In ao/>r!finn
her own. '
'This way, gentlemen," she said softly;
and she turned toward a door situated
midway between the bedroom of the invalid
and the pantry. She opened it a little
way. "Do you hear him breathef' she
asked.
"Yes, yes," answered the ruffians; but
it was the heavy breathing of Mrs. Stacy
in the loft above that they heard.
Laurn threw the door wide open; it
opened inward. The men saw a dark
void and pressed eagerly forward, not
even stopping to throw the light of their
lantern on the plice.
At this instant Laura sprang back and
threw herself with all her force upon the
rear man; and the next instnnt there was
a heavy fall, a crash of the broken lantern
and a volley of oaths, for both men
lay at the bottom of the cellar.
But the danger was not over by any
means. Laura knew that the men would
mount the ladder at once, and there was
no way of fastening the door; and, if
there had been what lock would have
withstood the power of two desperate
border ruffians?
To rouse her aunt would be useless;
she could give no assistance; and so
Laura sprang to the fireplace and caught
Louis's revolver from the rude mantel,
while she offered a prayer for courage
and strength.
She heard the deep curses of the villains
as they searched for the ladder, and
the next instant a head appeared above
the threshold. The candle threw a faint
light on the scene, but it was enough to
enable Laura to see.
'Back I" she cried; but the order was
not obeyed.
The robber raised his pistol, and Laura
knew that unless she fired at once she
was lost?Arthur too.
With these thoughts flashing through
her mind she levelled her deadly weapon
at the man, and as a sharp repoit went
ringing through the cabin, a d ;ep groan
and the sound of a heavy fall came from
the cellar.
But the creaking of the ladder showed
that the other robber was about to dare
his fate, and he appeared above the
threshold, pistol in hand. But Laura
was too quick for him. A second report
rnug through the cabin, and again came
a groan and tho sound of a heavy fall.
The brave girl, overcome at last, sank
to the floor just as her aunt came rushing
into the room, frightened almost out of
her senses, and tho door of Arthur's
room opened and he appeared, wan
and ghost-like to inquire the cause of
the shots which had roused him from his
sleep.
"Great heavens 1" ho cried, as he saw
Laura crouching cn the floor. "Are you
hurt? Ltura, my darling, speak to me I
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Perhaps in that moment of terror Arthur
Morris' heart was revealod to him,
and he knew he loved the niecc of this
Arkansas hunter.
uNo, no," faltered the girl, rousing
herself. "I am not hurt. But I shot
two men in the collar?and?and"
But she could go no further, for her
eyes closed and she lost consciousness.
Perhaps Arthur's kisses were moro efficacious
in restoring her than her aunt's
dippers of cold water. But the faint
was not a very long one, and she was
soon able to tell the whole story of the
assault.
Arthur's thanks were expressed as well
as his emotion would permit; but the
moisture of his dark blue eyes and the
changing of bis countenance told more
than any language could have done
what he felt.
It was decided to leave the bodies in
the cellar until morning; but at the first
gray sign of day Laura mounted tho
rough little pony and started for the
nearest town to ask help. Before the
day was over the whole settlement knew
of the attaok, and officers rcached the
cabin by noon. They were shown the
bodies, and at once pronounced them to
be those of two men who had filled the
country with alarm for years past, and
had committed several hanging offences.
It was long before Laura entirely recovered
from the effects of her midnight
adventure. Her nervous system had received
a severe shock, and for weeks her
dreams were haunted by tho wicked
faces of the dead villians, and she
seemed to hear again their dying groans.
It was therefore, only natural that
Louis should give a ready consent to his
niece's marriage as soon as Arthur's
health was entirely restored.
Bo there was a quiet wedding in the
cabin in the early Summer, and the girl, j
who had truly earned her right to her
huiband, set out with him on a journey
to a comfortable homo within the borders
of civilization, where there was no
danger of being murdered by border
dcaparadoes.
Patient?Don't you think, doctor, I
had better go to a warmer climatef
Doctor?My stars, I thought that whs
just what you wanted me to save you
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GOING TO FIRES.
F*ast Time Made by the New
York Firemen.
Bittlins: on Th'ir Way a Few Secouli
Aftar the Alarm Gon;; Strikes.
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rung through the coxy quarter* of Capt.
RalTerty's Firo Patrol, No JJ, in West
Thirtieth street, on Friday night. Instantly
the horses dashed to the patrol
truck shafts with a swift clatter,and just
as swiftly driver Abram Lyell was in his
seat, and had the heavy reins grasped
tightly in Ins brawny hands. His appeurance
in his place was so sudden tlkit it
looked like magic. The gong had struck
but a single Btrokc of the alarm when he
sprang from his bed, on the second li >or,
and came slap bang through a trap door
in the ceiling, just like a harlequin in
the pantomime. It took him le*s than
nine seconds to leave his bed and start
the horses out with a rush from the
patrol hou9e. Driver E. S. Root, who
rides with him, was just as swift in dropping
down beside him. The beauty of
the performancs was that it wasn't an
exhibition test, either, but a bona fido
answer to a call to a firo at Tenth avenue
and Thirty-seventh street.
The way Drivers Lyell and Root leap
through the trap door every time there
is a fire is an improvement in speedy pre
pnration for responding to fire calls that
isnt present exclusively the proud feature
of Oapt. R.ifferty's wide awake company.
~"he trap is cut in the ceiling immediately
over the driver's seat on the heavy truck.
It is surrounded on the floor above by a
polished brass railing four feet high, that
shines like a mirror. The driver's beds
ore right beside this railing. "When an
alarm sounds at night they spring from
their beds together, seize the railing,and
let their bodies drip horizontally through
the trap. The instant the door opens
they let go and catch a second brass bar
fitted into the ceiling, like an acrobat
dropping from one trapeze to another*
This second bar balances them and pre"
vents them from falling forward in their
five-foot drop to the truck scat. A
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the trap door with a bang the moment
they disappear through the trap. The
wliolo device works as smoothly
and quickly that it is only a question
of time when the trap will be introduced
in all the engine houses in
town. It saves some seconds of time lost
in shinning down the brass sliding poles
and clambering to the scat on the en"
gines. In exhibition drills Drivers Lyell
and Root have been able to drop to
their seats and started the truck in less
than two seconds, which is ahead of anything
in the patrof truck manning.
Every day the brave fire laddies of
Gotham are getting to be more expert
in swiftly answering fire alarms, and are
on the lookout for improvements that
will cut down shorter the few seconds at
present occupied in hitching up horses
and starting the epgines or trucks rattling
on their way to the fire. The sliding
pole was an improvement on the oldfashioned
pell mell rush down the stairs
that saved nearly a minute of preparation.
Quick dressing is one of the features
of fire laddie activity nowadays
that fills every layman with amazement.
The laddies have got the business down
to such a science that they literally jump
into their clothes. Ev'ery fireman goes
to bed with his red fire shirt on. His
trousers are always kept tucked into the
legs of his heavy rubber boots, and when
ho retires he simply lets the trousers
slide off him and down over the boot
leg and then steps out of the boots.
When he wants to dress ho steps back
intr? tbfi hoots a cm in tr/inks t.h'* fcrousprs
up around his waist, fastens them with
a spring buckle, and makes dashes for
the sliding pole, quick as a wink, completely
dressed.?New York Sun.
A Prayer for Coffee.
During the war the people of Arkadelpliia,
Ark., kept up their religious '
revivals. They argued that the Yankees
might keep out BUgar and coffee, but
that they couldn't keep out the Lord.
Among the most fervent of the revivalists
was old Sister Boyle. Without her
no revival could hope to be a success,
and whenever thcro was the least drawback,
she was called upon to pray. One
night, at a meeting, the mourners Were
slow in "comin* through." Sister Boyle
was called upon. She took a position
near the altar, knelt down, raised her
hands, and said: "Oh, Lord, we are in
great distress. We havo tried rye,
browned potatoes, parched corn, okery,
and many other things, trying to get a
coffee taste out of 'em, but, Lord, thou
knowest as well as we do that parched
corn an' sich lacks a right smart of being
coffee, so now, Lord, knowing all this,
please open the blockade an1 let the Lincoln
coffee pour in, an* we'll praise thee
early an' late. Amen." ? Arkantate
Traveler.
A Trustworthy Animal.
Liveryman (to customer)?There, sir,
is as good a boss as ever pulled a waggin.
An' you needn't be afraid of him.
He puffectly safe an' reliable.
Oustomer (eyeing the animal dubiously)
?I don t know.'bout that. I'd hats to
.trust lum with any oat?.
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Sound Telegraphing in Africa.
The system of sound telegraphy used
by the . people living on the boarder
of the <rulf of Guinea, West Africa, is of
interest us a primitive solution of tho
problem of communication through slioit
distances. IJjrtrair Sparliawk tells in
tlx* Scientific. American how the instrument
is made, as follows:
Take a log of hnrdwood, about two
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P.ane ??1T one side longitudinally to a
.surface four or five inches wide. In the
centre of th!s surface mark oil an elongated
and somewhat distorted Greek
cross. The longer arms are placed longitudinally,
and occupy about one-third
of the plane surface. fPhe transverse
arms1 arc three time** as broad, and extends
entirely across this surface. The
natives dig out the wood within the outline
of the cross, and from there gradually
hollow out the whole log. The sides,
beginning at the centre, are
trimmed oft laterally toward
the ends, which are rounded off.
The instrument is now ready. It will be
perceived that by the method above described
wo have a hollow drum with
four tongues in the centre, each being of
a different thickness, so as to produce a
different sound when struck. Two
pieces of bamboo, the siz i of a mau's
wrist and about two feet long, are selected
and stripped of the hard outside,
which leaves the soft, pithy portion for
use. This bamboo is of a peculiar kind,
free from knots and solid throughout.
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vy iiu mese sucks used in a proper
manner on the four tongues of the drum,
a combination of sounds is produced,
which, in conncction with time as used
in music, forms a perfect telegraphic
language, readily understood by the initiated,
the air being the transmitter.
With this simple instrument the natives
of the gulf of Guinea readily communicate
with each other for a distance of a
mile at least on land and a much longer
distance by water. Messages can be
sent long distances in a short time by
parties at different points passing them
along from one to another. Tho writer
has seen canoes coming down a river
from the bush markets signaling people
in the town and giving nnd reteiving
general news at a distance of fully three
miles.
Known by lltd Mick in liU Boots.'
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docs considerable railroad travelling,
says he has made an amusing discovery,
which if properly carried out insures unusual
care and attention from employees
on parlor and sleeping cars. The tourist
who has been initiated is provided with
the most comfortable seat in the dining
car, receives special care and attention
from the waiters, and is always sure to
have a lower berth in the sleeper.
Should any of his fellow-passengers become
jealous at the marked courtesy
shown their comrade, and inspired with
curiosity to know why the distinction is
made, they have only to look at the
heels on the shoes of the favored one,
and they will observe that there is a
small "nick" or notch there. Inspectors
or "spotters" of the palace car service
are constantly travelling over the railroads
to see that the passengers receive
proper attention. They do not intend
to have thoir connection with tho company
known to the railroad officials,
but frequently the latter "drop'' to their
little game and stamp them so that they
will be kuown all along the road. The
porter in gathering up the boots and
shoes in his car cuts a "nick" in tho
hind part of the heel of the shoe belonging
to tho inspector, so that the
other porters' will recognize him as soon
as they look at his shoes. The Treasury
official, in a mysterious way, became
aware that a nick in the heel of his shoe
would greatly facilitate his comfort and
pleasure in travelling. He tried the experiment,
and it worked to his entire
satisfaction. He found he was served
with the best provisions tho bullet afforded,
his shoes received the brightest
sbine, ana aitnougn lie baa been obliged
to purchase an upper berth, the conductor
on the s'.ecper kindly p'.aced a
"lower" at his disposal. It is probable
that a new system for tagging the "spotters"
will be adopted in the railway service
now that their trade-mark becomes
known.?Baltimore Sun.
A Tarpentlne Farm.
A turpentine farm must be seen to be
appreciated. When the farm is pitched
the boxes are cut one to three in a pine,
according to size. The trees are counted
into crops of so many thousand, and this
is called a virgin cro,p. The queer little
guago callcd a buck is then brought to
bear and a streak is cut above tho box,,
which is simply a deep oval notch, pointing
downward so as to lead the gum
which excludes into the box below.
These boxes are made to hold about a
quart. This first run is as clear as oil,
and is the finest of all. After being
dipped out with a paddle, it is distilled,
and thfe hard rosin left is sometimes as
white and clear as glass. It is very
beautiful, and brings a good price in the
great naval-stores markets. Second
years gum is not as good in quality, bat
fully so in quantity. Third year boxes,
when the monthly hackings have made
the t-ear high up,, are still poorer, and
f:om then on tne crops hardly pay for
working.?Atlanta Constitution.
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SLAYING THE BULL. '
How a Brutal "Sport" is
Conducted in Peru.
Torturing the Animal to Death for the
Amusement of the Spectators.
The Peruvian "torrero" (bull slayer):
and his "picadores" (literally,
"prickers") are all spaniards by birth,.
and a more bloodthirsty, villainous creware
seldom seen assembled. E:ich man
is bedecked in the faded velvet iacket?
knec-breeches and white socks, which
form part of the attire of the profcss'onat
bu'.l lighter. The bulls, which it mu b
in justice bo admitted, says a writer in
the Brooklyn Magazine, are fine, wellfed,
wild-looking creatures, nre admitted
singly into the area at a signal giveu
by blowing a trumpet, and as the animal
is led forward, the fun begins. A
mounted "picadorc" approaching endeavors
to fix in the neck of the beast s
small steel dart, one end or which it
sharply pointed and washed
with brimstone, a strip ol
j colored ribbon -being attached
to the other. The usual proceedings art
as follows: If the bull turns and charges
the rider, causes his horse to whirl round ^
and approach the quarry on Jiis other
side, when fiequently tho dart become*fixed
in the spot aimed at. The sharp
pain resulting from the prick and the
brimstone combined infuriates the animal
and lie rushes blindly forward,,
straight ahead, as if making for the people
sitting on the lower tiers of seats,,
which occasionally encircle the amphitheatre.
But before many paces ar?
made a red flag is waved before his eyesby
one of the foot "picadores," which
causes mm to turn ana luce nis now assailant.
Pierced with. another sinal
dart, as sharp and burning as the first,,
the bull roars and becomes mad witbrage,
and with eyes flashing fire he tcariround
the arena, pawing the sandy flool
with his feet, and turning his head right*
and left at each object presented to him.
The gamo grows fast and furious fthe
music plays sotno stirring
gallop; tho "picadorea" cross and recrossthe
arena, as if possessing oharmcd lives,. ?
planting their darts in all parts of the
infuriated animal; the spectators clap
their hands in excitement, some of the
ladies even tearing off their black man- 4
tillas to wave them in the air, until,upoo
a niven aiornnl- the mu?in
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voice of the audience sinks into silence;,
the "picadores" retire behind wooden
screens placed for their protection at the
ends of the arena; and the bull, decked
in gay ribbons of many color*, is lefti
alone on the battlefield, triumphant.
But his triumph is imaginary; for th?
cessation of the attack signifies nothingmore
than a reprieve of his sentence.
The clear notes of the trumpet sound*again,
heralding in the "matador," who
is the hero of the day. His dress it
somewhat richer in quality thaa
that of his companions. He is
armed with a short daggershaped
sword, which is generally carried
in his right hand, hidden under a small
shawl, brilliant red in color, thrown over
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Tiiq lpft: firm A )\?iroto from fli*.
audience, and the "matador" advance!-*
boldly to face the bull. The agility and.
quickness shown by these "matadors" in
evading the charges of the bull, whosestrength
is only partly spent by previous
exertion,-arc marvellous to behold. The
importance of the red shawl is soonshown
in the way in which it is extended
at arm's length to attract the bu.l'aattention.
But in one of the final
charges the noble beast receives hi*doathstroke.
At the first good opportunity
the sharp-pointed sword is thrust
with uuerring aim through -the nape o?
his neck, reaching the very centre of his
heart, and with a gasp, amid the cheersof
the audience, the band meanwhilo
playing the national anthem, the creaturefalls
on lii? knees, and, rolling over, expire9
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Retribution.
The liar was telling some of his friend* * ,-^j
in the sraokiDg-car how he was * .ro
government contractor during the war,
and on one occasion he worked in 5,000>
pairs of shoes with pasted soles.
4,Wus that jlst before tho second Bull
Run?1' queried a farmer looking man ooi
a seat near by.
"I believo it was."
$
Tho farmer pulled off an old shoe and-'
exhibited a bunion ns big as his fist.
"I got a pair of your shoes," he said,
I ll? hfl Rfnnrl I1 n <?nn/l Hin? morln *Vil?
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bunion and laincd mc up so that I wascapturec1
and spent fiix months in Andcr- mm
sonville. Stranger, prepare to git the
biggest licking on this earth." ;
The liar had to admit that he was
' only 16 years" old when tho war closedr
and to furnish the bunion man with &
' cigar.? Wall Street News
A Bear Koiited by Cows.
; This tale of the husbiindmnn #i>d tit*.
faithful cow comes from Nova Scotia.
The farmer hunting for his cows at
dusk, came upon a big black bear that *
at once showed fight. The farmer was X
about to seek safety in flight, when his- y
three cows, bellowing loudly, with tails. '
erect, and fiio in their usually placideyes,
charged the bear so fiercely that be- . . ,';
turned and fled..