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KITTY’S INTERVIE w.
“A lady to see you, sir.” Jeremy
Grigson used very unparliamentary
language, but taking into considera-
tion the fact that his visitor might be
close at hand, in compliment to her
sex his anathemas were uttered in Ger-
man.
“Madam,” said Jeremy Grigson,
with a severe bow, “I have an excel-
lent memory, but I cannot recollect
having made your acquaintance on
any previous occasion.” ‘ '
“You have an excellent memory?
Thanks.” She made another note.
“May I sit down? I am rather tired.”
“Certainly, madam.” Jeremy plac-
ed a chair for her.
“I am from the Weekly C‘hatterer,”
she said. “Can you letlme have a
photograph to go in with the inter-
view?”
“Never had one taken in my life,”
said Jeremy. He was not a handsome
man, yet there was something in his
face better than good looks.
"Not even when you were a baby?
Almost anything would do.”
“Not even then.”
“Allow me one question: What
have I done that I should be inter-
viewed?”
"Don’t you know that the whole
town is talking of your book?”
“I don’t know anything about it,”
he said, savagely, “exceptythat I sold
the copywright for twenty pounds,
and that the twenty pounds is spent.”
She had got hold of an immense fact
but she dropped her pencil, and her
fiippamt, aggressive air with it.
“What a. shame!” she said; “what a
wickéd shame. Your publishers will
make hundreds and thousands out of
that book. It is creating a furore.
Such a case should not be possible,
and especially when a man really
needs the money.”
He looked attentively at her for the
first time. He had seen already that
she was young and pretty; but he no-
ticed now that there was a worn,
pinched look about her small, very
pretty face. He had seen the same
look growing on other faces in Bohe-
mia; it had grown upon his own; and
he knew the meaning ofa it.
“You understand about
money?” he asked her;
“I should think I do,” she answer-
ed, sharply. “Do you suppose I should
be here now if I'didn’t?"
“Sometimes people work at atrade
because they like it.”
l “If it were a trade I liked, every-
thing would be different. I aspired to
literature once, but I could not even
make dry bread by it. Ever since I
have been hanging on to the skirts of
journalism, and sometimes there is a
great deal of mud on them.” If you
only knew how people treat me now
and again when I go to interview
them! You may thank your stars and
your genius for having placed you
above all that, at any rate.”
“Are they often as brutal as I was?”
he asked, gently. “I am awfully
sorry; won’t you forgive me?”
“Don’t mind about it,” she said
huskily. “I know very well what I
must have se'emed to you—an impu-
dent, brazen, bold wretch. I am hor-
' rlbly nervous by nature, and I put all
that side 'on just to cover up the
fright, and impress people with the
idea that I intend to get any informa-
tion I want, no matter how reticent
they try to be. Often they tell me
more than they intend—as you did just
now—merely to get rid of me, because
they think I am writing down a whole
lot that they don’t wan-t said about
them. I should stand a bad chance if
they only knew that I am quite as
anxious to get away from them as
they are to get away from me.
“If" this interview is any object to
you,"'he said, in an awkward, shame-
faced way, “I will tell you all you
want to know. I am not quite such a.
churl as I pretended to be. Only—-
well,-I am proud as well as poor, and
suppose there is no need to make the
details of my poverty public?” He
glanced first at the meagre furnishing
of the room, and then at his thread-
bare clothes.
“011!” It was actually a little cry
of pain. “Do you think so badly of
me as that still? I will go now. I
wish I had not come.”
She turned very white as she rose,
and caught at her chair to Steady her-
self." -
“For heaven’s sake, don’t faint!”
cried Jeremy, desperately. He made
a.- stride-toward her, and, without a.
word of apology, he caught her by the
arm and pushed her back into the
chair. “What did you do it for?” he
asked, with a great show of indigna-
tion. “What is the matter with you?”
“I couldn’t help it,” she said. “If
I. had gone on walking I should have
been all right, but the short rest fin-
ishedme. I am very tired, and———”
She gave a little gasp, and her eyelids
fluttered: _ .
Jeremy dived into a wall cupboard,
and came forth with a brandy bottle.
There was very'little in it, but enough
for the purpose.- He stood over her
needing
in a threatening attitude until she
consented to drink a teaspoonful. He
tried to insist on a second.
“Incannot, really," she said. “I dare
not. It would go to my head at once,
because—because——-”
Jeremy Grigson knelt down beside
her and took her hand.
“Is it because you have had no
‘1uncheon?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said; and her color began
to return. “Do you know how it
feels?”
He nodded with. sympathetic grav-
it . .
3“Been there dozens of times," he
said; and he did not let go her hand,
neither did she withdraw it. “Possibly
you have walked/the whole way. from
he Chatterer’s office to this house ?”
. . . ...._....._._.—._._._.-...--
“I had no choice. This represents
my whole fortune until such time as I
am paid for the interview.”
She pulled three half pence out of
her pocket, and showed it to him lying
on the worn palm of her little gray
glove.
Quite involuntarily he lifted to his
lips the hand he was holding. Then
she drew it away and tried to return
to her former manner.
“Just tell me where you were born,
she said, “and how the central idea of
your book first occurred to you, and I
will go.”
“You will do nothing of the kind,”
said Jeremy, firmly. “I amvjust going
to have my tea—‘high tea,’ because I
am a homely sort of fellow. I will not
tell you another word unless you stay
and share it with me.”
“But I have to write up the inter
view now at once. It must be put into
type to-night.”
“Very well. You can do it here
while our cutlets are being cooked.
You will find plenty of. paper, pens and
ink on my writing table, such as it is.
Here are a few notes for you.” He
‘lled half a sheet of paper quickly, in
a small, clear hand. “Now I shall
leave you for half an hour to your
work, if you will solemnly promise mo
not to run ofi while I am away.”
“I don’t wan-t to run off in the very
least,” she said; and she looked away
from him to hide the tears in her
eyes. But he saw them all the same.
When he came back he was accom-
panicd by a waiter lad-en with mater-
ial for a feast brought from the near-
est restaurant, and he had letters in
his hand, because he had encountered
the evening postman on the doorstep.
She wanted to help him to spread
the tablecloth and arrange the food,
but he said it would make him ill if
he did not wait on himself, because he
was so used to doing it. So she read
her manuscript aloud to him instead,
and he criticised it as he stumbled
about with plates, knives andforks.
They took their meal together in
merry, picnic fashion, like children
who had known each other all their
lives, and when hunger was satisfied
they exchanged some further con'fi-
dences. They were both alone in the
world, both dependent on their pens,
although in vastly difierent lines, and
they were both young, notwithstand-
ing the fact that Jeremy’s hair had a
sprinkling of gray in it. Her name
was Kitty, and he told her that had
been his mother’s name.
very glad, although she scarcely knew
why. .
“I have several literary irons in the
fire,” he said, presently, “and those
letters look like business.
them? Thanks. Then, if the news is
good, you will be the first to congratu-
late me; and if it is bad, it will be
some consolation to hear you say,
‘Poor dev’—-I beg your pardon, I mean
‘poor fellow.’ I have not spoken to a
lady for three years.”
He opened the first letter.
“Good,” he said. “The Tip-TOp
Magazine accepts Mr. Grigson’s serial,
the first instalment of which will ap«
pear next month. That manuscript
has been lying at the ofiice of the Tip—
I!
about three times without being able
to elicit a reply.”
“Nothing succeeds like success,"
said Kitty "Open the next.”
He did so. ,
“Still better!” he exclaimed. “I ap-
plied for a post just vacant on the
staff of the Pulverizer. It means three
hundred a year for a weekly column of
criticism. The last man was a great
swell, and he gave it up because one of
his own books was. smashed to atoms
by mistake in another part of the pa-
per. Well, I have got the post.”
“Splendid!" she cried. Now the
last one.” I
“Best of all!” he cried, as he glanc-
ed through it. “Because it shows hu-
man nature in an agreeable light. My
publishers inclose a_ (check for two
hundred pounds in cgsideration of
the phenomenal success of ‘The Book,’
and they will be happy to allow me to
make my own terms for the next one.
Kitty. I am waiting to be congratu-
late ‘2"
He had called her by her Christian
name quite unconsciously.
She sprang to her feet, blushing furi-
ously, and began. hunting for her
gloves.
“1 can’t say half Imean about it,”
she stammered. “Wont you take for
granted how glad I am? I must go
now; the evenings are long, but they
don't last forever. I want to thank you
and I don’t know how.” ,
uWhen may I come to see you i ” hc
a<ked. retaining her hand again.
"Oh. never ! I live in such a wretch-
91 place, and you are among the great
ones of the world now, you know.”
"OF course,” he said, coolly. “It does
n't matt‘r in the least whether you
give me your addressor not, because]
a n 9: .ing to escort you home, and then
I shall find it out for myself. Are you
ashamed to be seen with me? We
could stop at a tailor’s on the way, but
there would be certain drawbacks to
that compromise.”
“My clothes are infinitely worse than
yours,” she said. humbly.
“Quite a different case,” he assured
her. “I believe you would look well
dressed in a ‘gunny sack.’ ”
Then they set out together. He did
not off r to take a cab. An hour earlier
he would have done so.but he was.com-
pa ralively speaking, a. rich man now,
and he dared not run' the risk of seem-
ing to‘patronize her poverty. She un
der=tood, and liked him all the better
for It.
This was a day to be remembered in
olh their lives. ' .
”l‘uree months later there was a much
talked-cf little wedding breakfast. ht
winch most of the guests weie literary
0:16 brities, but another interviewer
"wrote it up”z'or the Weekly Chatterer.
Jeremy had married Kitty.
C’VPROPER DRESS FOR THE NECKIW
flea and Stocks Arc of Gorgeous Huesmnd
Floral Boas to be Worn.
[By special arrangements with the N.Y.Sun.]
The butterfly bow tie has a most unu-
sual appearance when untied, and to
the uninitiated it appears less like a
tie than almost anything else one
could imagine. In reality it is
nothing more nor less than a
wide string tie with broad ends
so notched as to, when tied, give
the fluffy effect of a narrow Windsor.
It possesses one very great advantage
to feminine minds, as it is so easily
tied correctly. In fact, it would be
next to impossible to tie it any other
way. The most stylish are in dark
plaids and Roman stripes in any and
all colors. They should be selected to
contrast and not match the waists with
which they are to be worn.
She was .
May Iop‘en .
Top for six months, and I have written 3 .
The accordion-plaited bow is a
made-up tie, two full accordion-plait-
ed ends fastened to a plain band by a
puffy little knot in the center. These
come in all solid colored and figured
silks and in the black satin. The new-
est, and perhaps the most stylish, are
of shaded silk, the outer edge of the
bow being much brighter than the cen-
ter and the band on which it is made.
One pretty tie of this description had
ends of rose cerise shaded to black,
and fastened to its black band with a.
soft cerise knot.
Something entirely new and for
evening wear is the floral boa. It is a.
thick garland of bright colored flow-
ers, to be worn close around the neck,
with ends of broad taffeta. ribbon.
These are especially designed to take
the place of the ostrich boa for even.
ing wear in the early fall before one
feels the need of furs. They are much
cheaper than ostrich boas and, as they
are generally becoming, will doubtless
be much worn. A striking one, and
becoming to a. brunette, is of large, yel-
low chrysanthemums; with three
rows of blossoms and twelve in a row,
with four broad streamers of yellow
taffeta ribbon. On the ends of each of
these ribbons was fastened a chrysan-
themum, giving the effect of large,
~ fluffy tassels. ,
A pretty model for a gown is shown
{in one of the accompanying ill tra-
,tions. It is composed of black cloth
and cerise silk. The black cloth skirt
is tucked to just above the knees. The
pouched bodice of the cerise silk is
braided back and forth with black vel-
vet ribbon in two widths. The sailor
collar and epaulets are of white em-
broidered muslin, and so is the yoke,
which is crossed with the velvet rib-
bon from each shoulder toward the
front, where the ribbons fasten wit-h
a cut steel buckle to a narrow band of
silk. The tight sleeves are puffed at
the top and are finished at the wrists
with embroidered muslin frills. Sev-
eral bands of the two widths of vel-'
vets are set around the sleeves above
the elbow;
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EX-GOV. HOG’S KISS. l
Landed It Full in the Mouth of a Miss a!
the Cotton Chopper-’3 Convention.
If the membersof the Texas Cott nu
Choppers’ Association can. manipulate
the hoe like they can dispense genuine
old-time hospitality they are what Col
Hogg is pleased to term blown daisies.
They gave their first annual celebra-
tion recently. President Tipton de-
livered the opening address, welcom-
ing all in the heartiest manner pos-
sible. The young ladies, he said, were
welcome to the young men and every-
thing else in the town.
At this juncture Colonel Hogg, who
was the orator of the day and occupied
a. seat on the platform, made a swipe
at a molasses haired baby whicn was
standing near him. He kissed the
baby on the head and it sounded like
a Missouri mule pulling his foot out
of,the mud. The child glared at him
and passed on, when the Hillsboro
military band discoursed some excel-
lent music Turning to the News cor-
responding Col. Hogg nonchalantly
observed, that he loved the little kid
angels like a pup did potlicker.
At the conclusion of Ex-Gov. Hogg‘e
address Miss Burton presented him
with a hand-painted hoe, and spoke a
piece. In accepting the hoe the tem-
pest-tossed executive spoke feelingly
as follows:
‘ “By this simple act you have placed
me under still deeper obligations tr.
you for many valued and appreciated
kindnesses. The hoe is the first im-
plement of commerce, the emblem 01
high civilization. The man who uses
a hoe and lives by the sweat of his
brow is too honest to steal, too in-
dustrious and independent to be a
vag or a criminal. He is the man whr
makes and maintains good govern-
ment. I thank you from the bottom
of my heart for this assurance of your
friendship and esteem,” and the ex-
Governor grabbed the young lady and
kissed her full in the mouth, while thé
great crowd applauded wildly.—Gal-
veston News.
_WOULDN’T TRUST THE JONAHS.
Too Superstitions to Be Rescued “'1”:
Another “’i‘ecked Ship’s Crew.
A remarkable story of coincidence
and sailor superstition was told by the
survivors of the John Carey on their
arrival the other day at Auckland,
New Zealand. The John Carey, a
trading brig, ran into dirty weather
and sprung a leak, which at last forced
the Captain and five others to take to
the only boat left uninjured. They
were picked up by the Ladybird, an.
other trader, which next day went
ashort a total wreck. Two days later
a third trader, the Brightwell, hove
in sight, and being signalled by the
castaways, sent a boat to take them
off. The John Carey’s men were the
first to embark, and, going through
the surf, the Brightwell’s boat was up-
set and the occupants were drawn on
board half drowned. At this disaster
the Ladybird’s crew set up a cry of
“Jonah”. The J. C.’s people, they
‘said, had been twice wrecked, and to
embark with them again was certain
death. And so firm was their faith in
the old superstitution that when the
Brightwell sent a second boat they
actually refused to be rescued, pre~
ferring to stay where they were and
take their chance of another ship
coming that way, to sailing in com-
pany with a crew of Jonahs! Accord.
ingly the Brightwell sailed away with
the six survivors, who must have 'ex-
perienced lively and varied emotions
when, the very next day, a heavy sea
broke on board, stove one of the boats,
and carried away a portion of tho
bulwarks! However, the weatheI
cleared, and the much-harassed and
lucky-tormented John Careyites were
eventually landed in safety at Auck-
land—Sydney Bulletin.
SMASHING OLD CANNON.
A Peculiar Industry That Shakes the
Schuylkill Valley.
Terrific detonations- are heard down
the Schuylkill Valley on nearly every
week day, from morning until night
In a secluded ravine near the Reading
Railroad the Monocacy Blasting Com-
pany, is breaking up big guns with
dynamite. It also smashes to pieces
other huge castings, to be sold tc
scrap dealers. The noise of the ex-
plosions can be heard for miles. The
company received two historic can-
nons. To be broken into pieces. They
were brought from the Brooklyn Navy
Yard on special cars and they weigh
96,470 and 95,625 pounds. The guns
were used at the Vicksburg siege by
Gen. Grant’s forces, firing shots oi
1,200 pounds.
The Government officials were loath
to have the guns destroyed and of-
fered them to a number of Grand
Army posts, but the necessary arr
rangements could not be made to have
them accepted. The company has
broken up many defective cannon
bought at gun works. It also smashes.
nearly all the condemned guns for
the War and Navy departments. The
dynamite is fired by electricity and
a few men do the work—New Yorl;
Sun. '
Chinese Husbands Preterm-(l in Hawaii.
There are in the United States 40,000
native-born citizens of Chinese par-
entage. .In San Francisco there arr
25,000 to 30.000 Chinese, and thci
children are, entitled to the rights c:
citizenship. The school census show
1,500 children less than 17 years Oi
age of-' Chinese parentage, and this is.
probably'a very incomplete census.
owing to the difficulty of obtaining:
from the Chinese. In the Hawaiia.
Islands there are 21,000 Chinese. Many
‘of the Hawaiian Chinese are married .
——most of them to Hawaiian women —
and in this populatiOn of 50,000 the =
would he not less than 20,000 familc .
The children of the Lawaii‘an Chire :
are half Hawaiian. 'lhe Hawaiian -.» ,
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men prefer Chinese to Kangka
bands.~---Thc Angcnoui.
MR. ELKIN’S QUEER FO‘.‘/LS.
A Cross Between Millhl‘uca" uni :: 3‘le
from the Falkland l'slwnus.‘
R. L. Elkin, a prominent fame:
near Lancaster. N. Y., has (lawn...
several years to raising domestic fowls
of different breeds, and has now on
hand a few fowls which are attracting
the attention of the public on account
of their unusual color, size, and form,
and their aptitude to imitate, which
makes a near approach to intelligence
and bids fair to dispense with errand
boys, shepherd dogs, and telephones.
They are a cross between the Minorca
and a fowl which was sent him by his
friend, 001. John Mills, now United
States Consul at Falkland Islands,
which in many respects resembles the
parrot, though not so clumsy.
The fowls weigh about three pounds,
have sharp claws, a long beak, slight-
ly carved, large yellow eyes, a white
crest, dark green plumage, and an in-
telligent expression. They fly rapidly
and although domesticated they have
a. tendency to roam for hours at a
time. He calls them “minims” be-
cause of their size. From the time
lhey,come from the shell they are
easily handled and are fond of hu-
man society, al ways manifesting a
disposition to imitate human action
and make articulate sounds approxi-
mating the language of the parrot.
They are non-sitters, but their eggs
will hatch in fourteen days. They
will only roost in trees or on' the roof
of a house. ,On the approach of a
stranger they make a shrill clatter
like the guinea foul, and when any-
thing unusual is- about to occur they
make a loud noise, which sounds like
the words “Look out!” Their ,timely
warning is invaluable in many in-
stances. If a dog or any other animal
ventures into their in'closure he meets
with such a reception as to insure a
speedy departure, with no inclination
to return. The sharp curved beak
and sharp claws have inflicted many
wounds on intruders.
Unerring instinct seems to give
them as accurate idea of the time of
day, and when the regular routine of
farm work has been performed in
sight of them they seem to realize any
delay in the same work on a succeed-
ing day. Mr. Elkin’s bluegrass past-
ure in which his milch cows graze
contains about fifty acres and extends
up to the barnyard. He asserts posi-
tively that the cowboy, who always
fed them after milking, was late com-
ing from the field one evening last
week, and he saw two of the fowls fly
away in the direction of the cows, one
of which was lying down. They light-
ed upon her and induced her to rise
by a gentle touch with their claws.
The same inducement'was applied to
the whole herd until they were march-
ed to the milk pen. ,These acts are
the result of observation and the, fowls
bid fair to become more valuable than
the dog to herdsmen.—Louisville"Dis‘
patch.
Neighborly Thouglltfulness.
“John,” she said thoughtfully, “to-
morrow is the birthday of that little
Jones boy next door.”
“What of it?” he demanded.
“0h, nothing much,” she replied:
“Only I happened to recall that Mr.
Jones gave our Willie a drum on his
birthday."
“Well, do you think I feel under any
obligations to him for that ?” he asked
irritably. “If you do you are mis-
taken. If I owe him anything it’s a
grudge.”
“Of course,” she answered sweetly.
“That is why I thought that perhaps
you might want to give the Jones boy
a big brass trumpet.”
“The most resourceful woman in
the world!” he exclaimed, delightedly.
And the Jones boy got the trumpet.
Told film the Truth.
"Simplex answered an advertise-
ment in which somebody offered to sell
him the secret for preventing trousers
from getting fringes around the bot-
tom.”
“What did they tell him?”
“To wear knickerbockers."——Cleve-
land Plain Dealer.
At. the Athletic Games.
She—“What a wonderful jumper
that man is!——but why do they keep
ringing that big gong while he is mak-
ing his jumps?”
He—“That’s Jerolamon—he's from
Brooklyn, and he can’t do his best un-
less he imagines he is getting out of
the way of a trolley car.”——Puck.
A Rude mm.
Charlie Harem—Did you know, Miss
Witty, that this 'is the longest day in
the year? ,
Miss Witty—Is it? That’s strange.
I had just begun to think it was the
longest evening.--—Cleveland Plain
Dealer.
A Distinction,
Jack—Is it true that Tom Dashing
and Dollie Ncwrich are engaged?
Harry—Well, her people speak of it
as an engagement, while his relatives
call it an entanglement.—New York
Journal.
A Shattered Idol.
Alice—What a gallant person Mr.
Dunkley is. He never addresses me
without beginning “Fair miss." ,
Dorothy—0h, that’s force of habit.
He used to be a street-car conductor.
—Cleveland Leader.
“It’s untrue,” said Willie Wishing-7'
ton, “that it is impossible for a man
to attain perfection.”
“Who has reached that stage?”
“I have. Miss Cayenne informed
me this morningthat I am a perfect
bore."—Washington Star.
Bill—“And what did the old man say
when you asked for his daughter?"
Jill—”Ordered me to leave the house."
“And what did you say?” “I asket‘
him if he took me for a housemover.’
——-.Yonkers Statesman.
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INDIAN INK.
[foilsul Fraser Reports on
~ Manufactured.
.An interesting account of the manu-
Iacture of the so—called Indian ink,
which is made'only in the Anhui prov-
ince of China, is given by Mr. Fraser,
our consul at Wuku, on the Yang-tsze.
in his last trade report. It is more
correctly called China ink and from
Anhui it goes to every port of- China,
and all over the world. In 1895 about
two tons of it, valued at $2,820 were
exported from Shanghai to foreign
countries. The materials with which
this beautiful black ink is made are
sesamum or colza oil, or the oil ex-
pressed from the poisonous seeds of a
tree extensively cultivated in ‘the'
Yang-tsze valley, and also well known
in Japan. To this varnish and pork
fat are added. The lampblack made
by the combustion of these substances
is classed according to the materials
and the grade of fineness, and also ac-
cording to the time taken over the
process of combustion. The paste
made of this lampblack has some glue
added, and is beaten on wooden anvils
with steel hammers. Two good ham-
hers can prepare in a day eighty pieces
each weighing half a pound. A certain
quantity of musk of the muskdeer, or
of Baroos camphor, for scenting, and”
gold leaves, varying from 20 to 160
to the pound, are added to give a me-
tallic luster. The materials thus pre-
pared are molded in molds of carved
wood, dried, which takes about twenty
days in fine weather, and adorned with
Chinese characters in gilding. About
thirty-two average-sized sticks of ink
go to the pound. The price varies 2s.
or less per pound to as much as £7,
there being over a dozen different
grades. The superior kinds of this
ink appear to ‘be used in China, and
not exported—From The Manufac‘
turer.
How It Is
CHARMING THE WILY BULLFROG.
No Need Now to Catch Them with a Hook ‘
and Piece of Red Flannel.
A young man named Thomas Far-
rar, who lives in Shelbyville, Ind., has
discovered a fact in natural history
and an amusing and profitable sport
at the same time. By means of his
device one of the most prized of del-
icacies is cheap in that localitynamed,
the edible in question being frogs’ legs.
The old method of catching frogs with
red flannel on a hook is now quite out
of date. The young man discovered
that if a strong light is thrown in
their eyes as they sit singing on a
lily pad or a snag, they will sit still
charmed by the glare, and allow them-
selves to be seized by the hand of the
hunter. His apparatus when he goes
frog hunting consists of a tin milk
pail with a hole cut in one side and
the handle fastened above it. A
small lamp is carried in the pail, the
chimney projecting through the hole. .
The bottom of the pail acts as a re-
flector, and throws the fatal light in-
to the frogs’ eyes.
needed but a long pair of wading
boots, a game bag and a skin imper-
vious to mosquitoes’ stings, for it is
a. well-known fact. that where bullfrogs
flourish there the mosquito is largest
and most venomous.—New York Jour-
nal. "
Lake of Ink with Curativo Power.
In the middle of the Cocopah hills, in
Arizona, is what is known as the Lake
of Ink. Though supplied by beautiful
springs of clear water, the liquid of the
lake is blackand of an ink—like char-
acter. The temperature varies from
110 degrees to 216 degrees, according
to the locality, and the water feels
smooth and oily. According to the In-
dians, not only of the vicinity, but far
away, the waters of the lake have
strong medicinial qualities, though.
Nothing more is ,
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most white people would hesitate to \
adopt the mode of treatment pre-
scribed. The invalid is buried up to
his mouth in the hot volcanic mud for
from twenty to thirty minutes. Then
he is carried, covered with mud, to the
edge of the lake, into which he is
plunged for from fifteen to twenty min-
utes, after which he is rolled in a. blan-
ket and allowed to sweat on the hot,
sulphurous sand or rock near by. The
cures wrought are said to be wonderful.
—Oregonian.
Maryland's Strong Négro Man.
For a man to stretch himself flat on
the ground, face upward, and, with
both hands extended,arise without as-
sistance and without touching hands or
arms to the ground, is counted some-
thing of a feat of strength and agility,
but there is a Howard county strong
man who can not only do this, but at
the same time lift up a man standing
on the palms of his hands and weigh-
ing 150 pounds. The man is a colore
farm hand, employed by Mr. Charles"
H. Rhine on the farm of State’s A
torney McGuire. He is 20 years old“
and weighs 180 pounds. He is the won- .
der of the neighborhood. With the ,
entire weight placed on his hands in
the way described he can get up and
stand erect.——-Baltimore Sun.
Colonel Ely of Tonnes-es.
Kentucky is supposed to be the land
of colonels, but Tennessee beats it in
one respect, for Tennessee has a wo-
man colonel and Kentucky has none.
Colonel Nellie Ely has been made a
member of Governor Taylor's staff, and
that gives her the military title. She
is the second woman colonel in the
United States, the other being in
Georgia.
High Value of His Soul.
A professor of Trinity College, Dub-
lin, overheard an undergraduate mak-
ing use of profane language, rushed at
him frantically, exclaiming: “Are you".
aware, sir, that you- are imperillin
your immortal soul, and, what is worse, “
lncurring a fine of five‘ shillings?”—
Household Words.
Norwalk Chronicler