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. ' WYNKEN AND BLvNKEN.
Wynken and Blynken and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe—-
ISailed on a river of crystal light
Into a sea of dew:
"Where are you going and what do you wish?“
‘The old moon asked the three:
“We have come'to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea; .
Nets of silver and gold have we!"
- Said Wynken,
Blynken.
And Nod.
The old moon laughed and sang a song.
As they rocked in the wooden shoe;
And the wind that sped them all night long
Rufiled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea;
- “N ow cast your nets whenever you wish—~
Never afeared are we!”
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken.
and Nod.
All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam.
Then down from the skies came the wooden
s cc, .
Bringing the fisherman home;
’Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed
As if it could not be.
And some folks thought ’was a dream they’d
dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea;
But I shallname you the fishermen three:
P Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one‘s trundle bed.
50 shut your eyes while mother sings .
Of wonderful sights that be.
And you shall see the beautiful things.
As you rock in the misty sea.
When the old shoe rocked the fishermen
three:
.Wynken.
Blynken,
And Nod.
-Eugene Field in Longman’s Journal.
NEVER DESPAIR!
Who has not heard or read about
London Bridge, that famous thorough-
fare of England’s busiest centre of traf-
fic, of its endless stream of humanity,
constantly‘passing to, and fro in their
daily pursuits, of innumerable tales of
woe, of lives lost, misspent and forlorn,
of tragedies, occurring only to be at
once forgotten and followed by more
startling crimes, the inevitable result
and outcome of everyday life in the
English metropolis:
It was on a dark and foggy evening.
The hour when the tired toilers seek
the comfort of their fireside, when-
everybody goes to‘ his home—provided
he has a home—had come and gone.
Suddenly two pedestrians approaching
from opposite directions came to a sud-
den and rather unpleasant collision on
the bridge.
dressed in the height of fashion, had
come from the aristocratic regions of
the West End, while the other,who had
approached from the laboring districts
of Southwark, was much older and was
poorly clad. - . '
“Thunder and lightning, sir,” ex-
claimed the younger of the two, “why
could you not-get out of my way, when
you saw me approach?” .
The other, evidently a laborer, merely
shrugged hisshoulders.
“Where were you going post haste?”
continued the first speaker, noticing the
man’s dejected attitude. ,
“There!” came the hoarse answer,
pointing down to the river. -
“There? Well, my man, our road is
the same. Take me with you!”
The poor laborer cast a surprised look
at the well- dressed young man.
“You‘lf’ he said. “You go down
there? Impossible! What has put
such a dreadful thought into your head?
You look like a rich man; you have
youth besides, consequently you should
behappy.” ,
“Wrong, my friend, altogether
wrong. Wealth is not always akin to
happiness,” responded the young man.
“Come, rouse yourself, I can see things
also have gone wrong with you, walk
with me a short distance and let me
explain.”
Strange! Here were two persons who
had not even known of each other‘s ex-
istence five minutes before, but withal,
they felt themselves drawn toward one
another . by that sympathetic flash
which so very often influences our des-
tinies.
They walked side by side while the
rich man poured 'his heart out to his
poor companion, telling him that he had
led anything but a happy _ life, al-
though possessing everything that usu-
ally goes to make life worth living. He
was a bachelor who had inherited great
wealth from his uncle. _He haddrained
the pleasure cup. of allkinds of amuse-
ments, had kept servants, horses and
carriages; numberless friends had con-
gregated at his splendidly furnished
apartments and in his country resi—
dences; he had lived like a sybarite
and thrown away his money with both
hands, and now he was tired of life,
satiated and blase in spite of his youth.
Melancholy, remorse and misanthropy
troubled him incessantly, and he could
not help repeating to himself that his
life had been an utterly useless one.
Therefore he had finally come to the
deliberate conclusion to end his worth-
less existence in the waters of the River
Thames.
The laborer was dumbfounded. Never ‘
in his life had he listened to such a
queer tale. .
“How incomprehensible l” he exclaim‘
ed. “My life tells exactly the opposite
story. I am very poor, having an ailing
wife and seven children, and, alas, no
food for them; thus far I have honestly
and tirelessly tried to make the two ends
meet—in a manner—by hard work, but
a few days ago I lost my place at the _
factory on account of dull times. I can-
' not witness the misery at home any
longer; it tears my heart to look at my
starving loved ones; and though my
- suffering wife tries hard to console me
and give me courage, bidding me not to
despair, I see no escape. I have no hope
left and am resolved to put an end to
my miserable existence. May God in
His infinite me: cy have pity on my
family!” i . i ' .
“Poo: fellow l” The rich young man's
countenance was full of deep pity and
:mbidden tears gathered in his eyes.
One of them, young and .
“Now I know that there are people in
this world who are a great deal more
unhapr than I considered myself to be.
fool that I was,” he reflected.
“But cheer up, man, there is help in-
a case like yours. Come, lead the way,
take me to your house. I guess I can
end your troubles, as far as the—the—
jumping into the Thames is concerned,
I think there is no special hurry about
it, do you?”
A cab soon brought the two former
candidates for destruction to the dirty
narrow lanes of the workingmen’s quar-
ters in Southwark, where it stopped in
front of a tumbled down cottage. Pov-
erty and want stared at them from
every nook and corner as th‘e master of
the house and the young man entered
a small but tidy and scrupulously clean
room. A group of children of a pro-
nounced type had hardly recognized
their. father. when they ran up to him,
and pitifully begged for bread. Her
eyes, red and swollen from crying, her
oody emaciated from want and sick
ness. the mother painfully tried to rise
from her work, aided by her 17 year old
daughter Mary.
The young man was shocked when he
beheld this scene of what appeared un-
merited but great misery. But when
his sympat hetic and astonished gaze full
of pity had fastened itself upon the face
and figure of the beautiful girl, he gave
a start of genuine surprise. Full of a
generous impulse and quickly resolved,
he grabbed the laborer by the hand, ex-
claiming:
“Cheer up, I shall be back in an hour
or less,” he explained, and left before
the family had time to recover from
their astonishment over the unexpected
visitor.
~ All the father was able to do in reply
to the many questions of his wife and
children was to console and cheer them
in a half hearted manner. The poor
man’s sufferings had made him scepti-
cal; he hafl lost faith in himself and in
others, almost in God.
Suddenly the door opened once more
to admit the man who was uppermost
in their thoughts. Behind him appear-
ed two servants carrying baskets filled
with choice eatables and sundry bottles
which they deposited upon the table 22111
at once withdrew.
The young man stepped up to the as-
tonished laborer, saying in tremulous
tones: ‘
“My friend, to-night you have saved
my life.
small token of my gratitude. Do me
the honor to accept what I'brought you,
also this sum of money. And now,
cheer up, for you will have no more
worries if I can help it.” . '
' All shed tears of joy. Again and
again they showered blessing and ex-
pressions of their overwhelming grati-
tude upon their noble benefactor; but
when Mary approached him to kiss his
hand for saving her mother, whose life
was fast ebbing away from sheer want
and ailment, he drew back, saying: '
“My friend! I have more to tell you.
My name is John Graham, and, .as I
have already informed you, I have in-
herited great wealth. But I have no
peaceful home, my life is not a. regu-
lated one. When an hour ago I left
you I- went to the next police station, to
find out all I could about you, also to
your former employer, and to the clergy-
man of this district. I have heard noth-
ing but good spoken of you, especially
so and in the highest degree, of your
daughter Mary, for whom I should like
to care exclusively, if you will let me.’
These gracious words were followed
by silence, unbroken but for the sobbing
of Mary’s mother, who finally remarked
withsuppressed tears choking her ut-
terance, that Mary was her sole depend-
ence for the household work. that she
alone cared for the little ones when
their father was away at his work, and
she, the mother, sick in her bed, that
Mary had never worked away from
home, and was hardly in a fit condition
to be employed elsewhere.
“Employment?
madam, you have altogether miscon
strued my meaning. Nothing is further
removed from my thoughts than a de-
sire to see your daughter work for
others. I want her fer my own, for
my wife! I could not pay the debt of
gratitude which I owe the family of the
man who preserved my life more ap-
propriately than to henceforth keep
want and distress from their home. And
on the other hand, what better com-
pensation could I ask in return than
the permission that would give me the
right to 'do so by making your beautiful
laughter my wife, providing "she shares
my love and is willing to make me the
happiest of men !" ‘
Of course, there was no objection.
and a few weeks later the marriage
took' place. Two men, tired of life,
were fated to become the preservers of
two families who henceforth led a
‘ happy and useful existence.
The young couple founded 'an asylum
for poor laborers. If you, fair reader.
ever go to London, and while “doing"
the town should have a. chance to visit
this institute, over the main entrance
to which is the motto “Never Despair,”
you will surely have no difficulty to
- recognize the gray-haired superintend»
cut as one of the heroes of this true
talc, the old laborer, and by his side his
now fully recuperated wife, trying to
do all the good in their power to those
in need—From the French.
Eighty Yeare' Copyright.
Italian publishers retain the copy
right on the works they print for eighty
years, after which the works become
public property. The Government has
just published a decree, however, that
after the expiration‘of the copyright.
the works shall revert to the State.
which will tax reproductions. The
first impertant work to come under the
lawis. Rossini’s “Barbiere de Seviglia,"
first produced in February,‘ 1816, the'
rights in whichwere given by the com
poser to the musical academy he
founded at Pesaro. Instead of becom-
ing public property. the proceeds from
the opera will go to the Government,
’ which willuse them for the support of
Rossini’s academy.
Let me ofi'er you and yours a‘
A position? My dear.
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PHYLLIS ‘AND CORYDCN.
Phyllis took a red rose from the ,tazzgles'of
her hair—
Time, the golden age, the place.
anywhere.
Phyllis laughed, the saucy jade, “Sir Shep.
her, will have this? ’
“Or, (bashful god of skipping lambs and oaten
reed!) a kiss?”
Bethink thee, gentle Corydon. Arose lasts
all night long;
A kiss but slips from your'lips like robin‘s
evening song. »
Arcadia.
A kiss that goes where no one knows, a rose.
8. crimson rose.
Corydon made his choice and took—well,
which do you suppose?
—Llfe.
PINKERTON’S PILLS.
Fairbairn’s a successful man—espec-
ially since his wife’s money has enabled
him to write at leisure—and he's clever,
but I do think he lacks resource, this is
from the morning paper:
“A sale of autograph letters was held
yesterday at the rooms of Messrs. Leth-
bridge, White & 00.. where some high
prices were recorded.
“A lot of six very early and interest-
ing letters, written by Charles Dickens
when he was reporting for the Morning
Chronicle, fetched 34’3’); two short notes
written by Tennyson in 1850, sold for
$61; and three letters written by Mr.
John Fairbairn, and the title page of the
original manuscript of his famous
novel, ‘The Vision of Present Things,’
were secured by Mr. Watchet, after a
brisk competition, for $76." .
That’s how things stand to-day With
Fairbairn; anything of his sells—includ-
ing his autograph.
But, four years ago. his position with
the public was very different, and I am
going to tell you how small a thing was
really the turning push which veered
the needle around on the dial, and then
set it for his future.
Fairbairn and I both played at being
barristers after we left Oxford, and both
found it necessary to do bread and but-
work for journals whose editors con~
<1 iered our stuff worth paying for.
. This went on for a. couple of years,
when, by the death of a relative, I came
into a working share of a patent pill.
From that time on I found ample scope
for my literary ability in writing adver-
tisements for the pill.
But Fairbairn had to keep his nose to
the grindstone and wanted the leisure
to do his best work; and then he got on-
gaged to Elinor Hay.
Her father, Andrew Hay, was a
wealthy north country manufacturer
retired from business, a man of whims
and crotches, which were strong in pro
portion to their unreasonableness.
Among his crotchets were an absurd
belief in Bloxom’s pills, which can’t
hold an invalid’s night light to mine; a
fancy for horse hair sofas and dining
room chairs, which, besides being most
uncomfortable and slippery, are terri-
bly wearing to, one‘s trousers; an extra-
ordinarily high opinion of successful
and well known authors and an entire
contempt for those not eminent.
But the man was a curiosity in other
ways; he would spend large sums on
his hobbies and autograph letters, and
yet I believe he was almost parsimoni-
ous about his household expenses.
They were afraid to tell old Hay about
their engagement, for Elinor told Fair-
bairn—who was quite frank with her
about his means—in what light her fa-
ther regarded authors who had yet to
arrive.
One afternoon, after about three
months of his clandestine engagement,
Miss Hay was calling on my wife, who
was in the secret, and, when asking us
to go to dinner at Eastbrook, said to
me:—“I do wish, Mr. Mildmay, you
would think of some plan to make fa-
ther think more of John; it is so
wretched.”
“Miss Hay,” I answered as a thought
flashed on me. “Let us make a. com-
pact. If I succeed in making your fa-
ther think highly of John as an author,
will you sit to my artist for ‘Brought
Up On Pinkerton‘s Pills?’ A first class
black and white poster. you know, $100
fee and free pills for life.”
She laughed, but I assured her I
meant it, and finally the compact was
made.
On the following Monday we went to
dinner at Mr. Hay's. The only other
guests were Fairbairn and a Miss Peters
—a friend of Elinor.
After, dinner the old man got showing
us some of his things, and Fairbairn, at
my advising, played up to old Hay and
admired his autograph letters when he
pulled out his portfolios. ,
I remembered one he showed us was
a. little scrap ‘written by Charles II.,
when a boy, to his guardian, the Earl
If Newcastle, who had been chiding
him for not taking his medicine.
Later in the evening the old gentle
man showed me some recent acquisi-
tions, and among them was an early
letter he bought, at a high price. writ—
ten by Mr. George Meredith.
This at once suggested to me my plan
of action. I thought it out as I went
home, andthe next day set towork.
First I went to a well known London
dealer in autographs, and bought $125
worth of letters. I aided to these—
which included one by Carlyle and two
of Thackeray’s—a couple of notes writ-
ten to me some years ago by Fairbairn.
I then went to one of the literary
aalesrooms and give in all the letters—
including Fairbairn’s—with a commis-
sion for their sale at the next auction.
At the same time I obtained from the
manager the names and addresses of
half a. dozen regular attendants at their
auctions, and, calling a hansom, went
to see each of them. My formula. was
the same in each case. I said :—“At
Blank’s sale next Tuesday some of Mr.
John Fairbairn’s letters will be put
up.” -
“Who is Mr. John Fairbairn?” was
_the invariable question that was inter»
ed. ' '
"He’s the author of ‘Lucy Armitage,‘
and—er—er~—why, surely you know
him?” ’
But none of the six men did, so I 2.2.
each of them privately to bid to: :1.
Wi-
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.N'oEWAL'K -. GAE E1 E 4
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I two letters of Fairbairn’s for me. I
named my price'limit at $50 for biddef
“A”- and at $75 for bidder “E,” letting
my limit to the four others increase by
$5 from $50 to $75.
I had put my plan in shape, and now
see about the most effective denouement
of ‘ it as regards old Hay. Two days
later I received from the salesrooms a
printed catalogue which contained par-
ticulars of the letters I had given in for
name as the owner of them.
With this in my pocket I went over
to Eastbrook in the evening. for a game
of billiards, and, during the game,
turned the talk to Hay’s hobby.
“By the way, I was so interested with
those autographs you showed me last
Monday that I am thinking of making
a collection.”
“I got the catalogue to day from
Blank’s,” I went on as I took it from
my pocket. “You might look tin-ough
it and mark what you think likely."
“Hay had not looked long at the list
before he exclaimed: "Who is this:
John Fairbairn, two early letters?
Who’s John Fairbairn?”
“Why, you know John Fairbairn, Mr.
Hay—he dined here last'Monda-y."
“What? Him! Who the devil wants
his letters, I should like to know'?,‘
“Your stroke, sir,” I said, "and let
me tell you that Fairbairn is a long
way higher up the ladder than I fancy
you think he is—from your remark.”
“Nonsense!” rejoined the old gentle-
tom pocket.
I went on with my stroke, and before
I left we arranged to meet at Blank’s.
As the sale progressed l procured
some of the minor items marked, and
my Carlyle and Thackeray letters were
bought by Hay himself, who bid more
than I had paid for them on the pre
ceding Tuesday.
It was very funny to watch the auc-
tioneer as hefannounced “Two early
letters by John Fairbairn.” His actions
were lost on Mr. Hay, who was exam-
ining one of his purchases, but as a bid
of $10 was quietly offered by one of my
agents, I whisered to Hay, “Fairbairn’s
letters are being ofiered.”
“Twenty,” called out my “F” man.
who sat on the other side of the table;
“$25,” “$30” and “340” were quickly
reached before the old man could get
back the breath he had lost in his first
gasp of astonishment.
“This beats me,” he said. “but they
must be worth having, or Potter and
the others wouldn’t be so keen.”
“Fifty dollars” was reached, when, to
my immense surprise, Mr. Hay called
out “Fifty five dollars!” and as he was
at once taken up and passed by my man
“C.” I leaned back in the chair and
fairly, luxuriated in the scene. The
ordinary habitues of the salesroom were
completely nonplussed. But Hay did
not notice it—he was too much en-
grossed. A bid of $65 had come from
my fourth limit man, and Hay chimed
in, only to be cut out by my fifth string
with $70.
With‘ a thump on the table Hay
looked at the auctioneer and gasped,
“Seventy-five dollars!” A final'glance
around, the mallet fell, and Mr. Hay
had bought two of the despised John
Fairbairn’s letters.
Of course this settled the whole thing,
for Hay was the last man ever to go
back on his own judgment. As we
went out together he said to me:
“You must forgive me for what I
said the other evening about Mr. Fair-
bairn. I had no idea he stood so high,
but you can’t have a surer test of a
man‘s position than the price his letters
fetch.”
I murmured a polite rejoinder and
said:
“Your mistake was quite pardonable,
Mr. Hay, for Mr. Fairbairn is one of
those quietly brilliant men who are
»really right up at the top of the tree,
but who make no fuss of self-adver~
tisement.”
“Yes, yes; it must be so, and I must
make amends for my mistake. Will
you come and meet him at dinner on
Friday?”
On the morning after the dinner Fair-
bairn formally proposed for Miss Hay
and her father at once consented.
The income from his wife’s money
the report of the sale of his letters
brought him into prominent notice, and
his own clever work cemented his
success.
But you can now see why Istarted by
saying that Fairbairn lacks resource,
because he might have thought of the
plan himself, but then he is merely a
talented man—he has not the genius
which is at the call of a writer of ad-
vertisements for Pinkerton’s Pills.—
The Sketch.
Bird Preferences in Food.
Exeperiments have shown that birds
afoid the bright colored caterpillars, as
a rule. And this seems almost to have
become a second nature, for a jackdaw
which had been raised in captivity, and
had had no experience in judging the
edible qualities of caterpillars, was ob-
served to regard the brilliant caterpillar
of the figure-of4'eight-moth with suspic-
ion and aversion, although it eagerly-
devoured dull. plain caterpillars placed
Within its reach. When it was driven
by hunger to attack the other it finally
refused to eat it, giving plain evidences
that there was something distasteful
about the prey. —Philadelphia Press.
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the sale, and whiCh did not mention my,
man, as he slammed the red into a bot--
was not long needed by Fairbairn, for.
‘ grooms
takes out ink, paint,
tar, pitch,’grease f: ., _ .
and stains from
clothing and car- ; 3'
pets quickly and '
completely and “
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—No Acid.—- ' 100., 256., at Drug
No unpleasant odor. and Dry Goods Stores
Not inflammable. Samples mailed, 5c.
L B. SUTTON, New Canaan, 01:.
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Sold by FINNEY & BE.’.EDICT.
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A' GREAT IRON MINE.
ONE HUNDRED MILLION TONS of-
ORE FROM LAKE-SUPERIOR. .
Wonderful Development Since the Ora
\Vas Discovered. The Glestest Iron
Mine of the \Vorld. Over $243,250,000
is Invested in the Business.
The iron ore mines of the Lake Sue
perior region have won, since their
discovery, almost an exact 100,000,000
tons of ore. Of this vast amount, far
beyond the ability of the mind to
grasp, 62 per cent. has been mined and
made into iron and steel in the past,
ten years, though the mines Were dis-
coveredin 1845, and shipments began
in the following year.
The greatest iron ore mine in the
world is the Norrie of 'the Gogebic
range,and owing to the uniformly high
grade of. its product and the ease with
which it is mined it has been regarded
as the price setter for the entire region.
It has mined since it was first opened
in 1884 about 7,500,000 tons of ore.
The Lake Superior Consolidated
Mines, the property chiefly of Mr. John
D. Rockefeller, has now under its con-'
.trol or ownership eight mines bu the
Mesaba range, one of which- has
twenty-eight acres of ore lying uncov~
ered and ready for mining at thp cost
of a few cents a car load. From this
mine alone over a million cubic yards
of earth has been stripped from over
the ore, leaving almost fabulous
wealth exposed. The company have a
railroad fully equipped, and docks that
will permit it to ship 4,000,000 tons of
ore a year, while Mr. Rockefeller is
now building a fleet of sixteen steel
ships for the transportation of ore
that will carry next season at least 2,-
000,000 tons. This fleet is costing $3,-
500,000, and is composed of the largest
vessels yet planned for lake service.
The mines of the Lake. Superior
region have all the most modern appli-
ances and machinery. Some of them
are fitted throughout underground
with electric lighting, others have
electric haulage plants that do
away with the labor of the Finlandem
in tramming the ore from rooms where
it‘is mined to shafts where it is raised
hundreds of feet to, the surface. These
electric haulage plants ,do their work
at an expense of about 5 cents a ton,
and are not only cheaper than the hu-
man labor they displace. but are more
reliable in seasons of strikes and easier
to handle at any time.
Estimates were made a year ago that
the capital invested in the iron mining
business of the lakes was $225,000,000.
Since then considerable has been
added, and the best figures obtainable
now indicate an investment of $243,-
250,000. '
Almost the entire source of the Bess
semer steel made in this country is the
ore of Lake Superior, and no deposits
have been discovered that will take
the place of this ore when it becomes
exhausted. While a few years ago an
ore famine was predicted, there is now
found to be more Bessemer grade ore
in the mines of the older ranges of the
lake than has yet been mined.
OUR RELATIONS WITH JAPAN.
Our Slant-Eyed Neighbors Are Very Kinds
1y Disposed Toward Us.
The new steamship line between
Tokio and Seattle, which it is proposed
to establish with Japanese capital
mainly for the development of inter.
national commerce, promises well for
our relations with that empire. Ever
since the close of the war between
China and Japan the latter has made
it plain that she'proposes to turn her
native skill and ingenuity, coupled
with favorable economic conditions, to
the establishment of a place in the in
dustrial and commercial world that
should in some degree reshape the
trade channels of the world to meet
the new conditions which her states-
men and financiers had in mind. Only
those utterly ignorant of Japanese
character and resourcefulness have
pooh-1;oohed the suggestion. Only
chronic pessimists have decried it as
likely to prove disastrous to American
industries in many directions. All
others, while recognizing wherein it
might ultimately prove detrimental to
certain of our manufactures, have also
appreciated wherein it must. prove ad-
.important market for American raw
rinaterials, and by establishing closer
relations with the Orient accrue to our
mutual benefit in many ways.
We like the Japanese as a people,
and the Japanese like us, We have
educated their sons in our colleges,
and taught them the mysteries of Oc-
centers of industry. In return, the peo-
ple of the United States find a. warmer
welcome and a more regretful god-
speed in every part. of Japan than do
the people of any European nation.
A~Wonde§ful Lizard.
Living specimens of the strange
frilled lizard of Australia, scientifically
named chlamydosaurus, have recently
been transported to England, where
photography has most convincingly
proved the truth of the legend that
these animals, which sometimes attain
a length of three feet, are in the habit
of running about on their hind legs.
The lizards are furnished with a broad
trill or collar around the neck, which
lies folded unless the animal is threat-
ened. In that case it immediately
spreads its frill like a suddenly opened
umbrella .to scare its enemy. When
,running‘on its hind-legs, with its long
tail swinging in the air, it presents an
irresistibly funny appearance. There
was a time in the Jurassic age when
this method of locomotion was common
among giant reptiles, but now the
chlamydosaurus is the sole surviving
assumes ..-.
,er'ect attitude when running...
/ matters of common interest.
vantageous in Opening up a new and .
cidental trade and manufacture in our'
VANC-ERBILT AFB GARRETT.
The 2.x. 0. ranure Recalls 3. Tragic no
cident.
In crescent-syndicate letter “Holland,”
in discussing the Baltimore and Ohio.
receivership, said: .
It has occurred to more than one fi-
nancier to recall a tragic meeting be-
tween the' younger Garrett and William
H. Vanderbilt a little more than ten
years ago. Mr. Garrett called upon
William H. Vanderbilt by appointment
one day. They were to discuss railroad
Mr. Gar-
rett at that time had not long served as-
the successor to his father, who created,
or at least made, the B. 85 0. Read what
it was in the days of its glory. Mr.
Vanderbilt besides having some busi—
ness associations, or perhaps having
possible association with the younger
Garrett in mind, was also personally of '
friendly disposition toward him. They
chatted in Mr. Vanderbilt's library for
a while. It was a little after {lunch
hour. Suddenly Mr. Vanderbilt was"
seized by a spasm and in a moment, in
the presence of the younger Garrett,
death had stricken him. '
The shock to the young man was one.
his friends say, from which he never
fully recovered. Not very long after -
that he was himself overcome by ill
health and there was always a feeling
that his physical and mental troubles
were, in part at least, due to the shock
which he then received in the presence
of the sudden death of Mr. Vanderbilt.
It used to be said that the young man
in some of his gloomy moments was pos-
sessed of the idea that in some way the
Vanderbilts would be associated with
the future of the B. 66 0. Railroad.
Of course, such sentimental reflections
as these have no important part in the
financing which is now éontemplated
for the liquidation of the B. &. O..and
the restoration to it of its earlier pres-
tige and influence. Yet bankers and
capitalists are, in spite of the common
opinion, sometimes of sentimental dis-
position, and for that reason when it,
has been said that the Morgan, Vander-
bilt group would before very long' be
found in charge of the reorganization of
the B. & O. and might in the end he
discovered to have so controlled the
system as to make it directly or sympa-
thetically a part of the Southern system:
which they control, then it did occur to
some of the financiers to recall the omen
which the younger Garrett was said to
have been impressed with after the
tragedy which he witnessed in Mr. Van-
derbilt’s home.
WOMEN’S FEET ARE LARGER.
What the Shoe Manufacturers Say of
Ladles’ Feet. ’ ,
It is asserted as a. fact beyond dispute
that women’s feet are growing larger.
One of the leading makers of fine shoes
sa s: .
y‘We have noticed an”advance in sizes
everywhere and have talked about it
among ourselves. ‘I think Pacific Coast
women wear the narrowest shoes, Bos-
ton women the flattest, New Orleans
women the shortest, Chicago women the
largest all around, and Philadelphia
women much the same as those of New
York, the feet of the latter. being called
‘pretty’ by the shoe men. The demand
for heavier soles, which we are now
making, is a sensible movement.
“We used to run our sizes from 1 to 6
and 7. An 8 was an unheardof size
with us. Now we make more 8’s than
2’3. Really, there are very few 1’s and
2’s made any more.
“Retail dealers are compelled to re—
sort to some sort of subterfuge to please
their fastidious customers, who either
do not know or will not acknowledge
that their feet have grown larger. One
notable instance of this is the ‘French
size,’ a system of marking which is un-
derstood between the manufacturer and
the trade. The retailer has a certain
number, which is his secret mark, put
upon the shoes made for him. One
house will haVe 46, another .31, and so
on. These numbers are added to the
real number, at the factory. The sales-
man understands perfectly, when he
‘finds that a woman has outgrown her
number, that he must resort to his
‘French sizes’ if he would keep his cus-
tomer.
“The difiiculty is also overcome in
another way. As far the heel and
shank of the shoe are concerned. wewill
make it a certain size—say 4——and call
it 4, and sell it for 4, when it is really
built out on the toe until it is a 5 or 6
in length. Since it is as much a 4 as 4
anything else, and as the smaller the
number the better the women are
pleased, it makes no difference which
you call it, and we give the smaller
number, ________ ._4__
--. Helpless.
In reply to the request for assistence.
the professor said:
“If I could help you, I couldn’t help
helping you. It is because I cannot
help you that I cannot help refusing t0
help you.” ‘ ‘
The mendicant darted around the
corner, with terror in his eyes and cries
of "Help!” in his mouth. -— Boston
Transcript.
A Real Bottomless Pit.
The celebrated “bottomless abyss” of
France is situated in the province of
Vaucluse, and is considered one of the
most interesting geological wonders in
the world. It is called the Abyss of
Jean N auveah. and has been known for
centuries. It. is from three to twelve
feet in diameter and practically bottom-
less. It is supposed to be the vent of an
ancient geyser. '4
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