run EVENING GAZETTE a." . mil THE WILD ROSE. ‘ I. Awhile [left my glorious books, And trumped about the shining hills— There. listened to the mountain rills Phat babbled to the lowland brooks, From out their quiet. leafy nooks, - In quips and trills. ll. l‘he West wind kissed a sweet wild rose That trembled in the summer sun; "But one," it gayly mocked. “but one." [ braved the tangled bush with blows. l fought a host of thorny foes, - The mocker won. III. But plucked, I grieved the rose was mine. For it would die within an hour; ' A nested thrush would miss the flower: Maybe, its little heart would pine, Its beauty did no longer shine Above her bower. IV. I hastened to my Love, my Sweet, And placed the wild rose in her breast; My lips by other lips were prest, ' My soul another soul did meet, My sadness perished in its heat; _ Love’s thanks were best. —Blackman’s Magazine. CAPTURING. THE CUP. .Rats!” said Bertie Wraggles fiippant- ly, in reply to my serious argument; “the mare has plenty of pace, she is a magnificent jumper, and can stay for ever. If ‘you don’t enter her for our hunt cup you don't deserve the noble name of a sportsman.” “Now, what’s the good,” I asked with becoming irritation, “of running a half- bred hunter against thoroughbred steeplechase horses? Mine is a good, honest mare in her class; she does not know how to make a mistake and is fast enough for hounds; but racing is a different thing, my boy, and when I go to the post I want something better ~than a thousand to three chance.” "Oh, yes 1” replied Bertie derisively, “you want to square the others before you start, and back yours in town with the S. P. merchants. Four runners, two not trying and the third taken care of, so that you may bet in peace and comfort. That’s‘ about your form. What you like is to back certainties and be paid in advance.” Of course, having arrived at a re spectable age, I could afford to ignore these silly jibes. Indeed there was nothing else to be done. It was no use arguing with a man like Bertie Wraggles. Toward the end of the season our hunt races were duly organized, and a valuable cup was given for horses be longing to subscribers which had been regularly hunted with the North Blank- shire. ' At that time I had in my possession a bay mare that I had purchased for a comparatively small sum from a local farmer. Although she had never given me the idea that she was speedy, she was a clever jumper and rarely made a mistake. * ‘ She was a bit short of; breed, but such a leaperl She only gave me a fall. once, and that was more mytfault than hers. We were getting toWard the tail end of a good run, and I was idioz. enough, in the wild enthusiasm of com- parative youth, to ride her, beaten as ‘she was, out of a heavy plough at a hedge on a high bank that was not to be played with. Of course she could not get up, “kneed” the unyielding verdure of the cop, and had’ a pretty game with me in the next field. They do seem to lie on your chest so long and heavily when they are heat to the world, as the saying is, and are a bit ' short of breed. " Now, I never liked to race half-heed ones, and when in the course of our dis- cussion on the forthcoming hunt races Bertie Wraggles endeavored to pox- suade me to enter my mare for the North Blankshire Lightweight Cup there was on my part no effective re sponse. It did not seem good enough I- don’t mind being beaten, but I’t‘ rather not. It is no use winning in these days unless one can bet, and though at various stages of my career I have been subject (with my contemporaries) to seasons of mental disturbance, I have never been quite demented enough to back half-bred hunters to beat race horses. “Come, give your luck 3 chance for once,” said Bertie, resuming the argu- ment with increased ferocity. “Never mind betting; try and capture the cup. I‘hink more of the honor and glory, less of the filthy lucre. Your mare has a good outside chance despite the blood uns. and she’ll be galloping on when many of them have collapsed.” “Oh, have it your own way 1” I said at last, with some degree of asperity; I hate dogged pertinacity either in friend or creditor. “But in trying to make my poor gee into a racehorse I shall probably spoil a good hunter, and then you will be among the first to call me names. Still, I’ll enter her, and what- ever the result, on your head he the burden and the shame.” And so it came about that I entered my bay mare Patricia, pedigree un- known, as a competitor for the Light- weight Cup, about three miles and a half over a fair hunting country, to be - ridden by those who “had never ridden for hire.” The fateful entry having been made, I resolved to start Patricia for the cup, and to train her on what I believed to be intelligent principles of my own. The chief problem that occupied my mind was how to get her fit without getting her stale and dried up. Ac. cordingly I gave her plenty of long, slow work, with a sharp five-furlong gallop once or twice a week. She was out two hours and a. half every morn- ing, and had another hour’s quiet walk- ing exercise before being done up at night. She thus trained on. not 0E, and when the eventful day arrived she was fit to run for a man’s modest invest- ment. ' “Matthew Dawson at his best," was .the comment of one authority, re- ferring to me, as the mare was stripped for the fray. ‘ There were eight or nine runners for the cup, but I feared nothing seriously except two thoroughbred horses which had been duly" qualified. These, ' ‘ called Old Bones, belongingto Charles _ progress. thought, would beat me for speed. One of them was favorite-4a big bay horse Migson,’ who rode him, and who in- formed me, in the paddock, that he could fall twice and win it. Not to be outdone in chivalry, I replied that he would probably fall down, but certain- ly would not win it, and as Charlie’ cannot ride for toffee the shaft. went home. He once rode in a race of this kind, chiefly on the horse’s ears, after the first jump had been consummated in twice. Hence my genial sarcasm was much appreciated by the crowd. After I had weighed out to ride my mare (freely backed by those who knew something, at sixes), Bertie Wraggles took me one side and said in a subdued voice: “This is really and truly all your own, a good thing for you. Lis ten and learn. You can beat ’em all fair and square except Old Bones (the— other blood ’un makes a noise and don’t stay), and I can tell you how to beat Old Bones. He does not care to jump without a lead, so when you and he are left to fight it out let him go in front, when it’s odds on his refusing. Know .ng this, Charlie will try and wait with him, but *when the others are settled be sure you let him wait in front.” ' My worthy friend also informed me that he should have a pony on Pa.- tricia, and desired me to have fifty on But I was firm in my determination not to back a hunter against a race horse, for when I get an idea of this sort into my head. believing conscien- tiously that I know more than all the rest of the world, not even dynamite or destitution can remove it. When we were going to the post I meditated on the advice given by Ber- tie, and recognized that under favora ble conditions it might be practicable. If we could only settle the others two or three fields from home it would be possible for me to pull back and see whether without a lead Old Bones would refuse. I resolved to adopt the tactics indicated. At flagfall some of the more'youthful jockeys went 01f at a tremendous pace as if they were going five furlongs on the flat, and I had difiiculty' in steady ing Patricia, for the mare was a rare handful when excited by company. Still, without pulling her about. I was“ able to keep her in the place I desired. kuoWing the others would come back to us. Old Bones was abeautiful horse to ride, not pulling an ounce. He kept striding along at my quarters with his head in his chest, as though he could go on all day, and he skimmed over the fences with ease. The plot are was a beautiful one to a sports man, but not perhaps When he has one running in the _ same race. After the first couple of miles the journey became eventful. A horse fell here and there; a man or two slipped off from. exhaustion and other causes. Kno‘ving my there was sure to stay the whole distance, I began to send her along, and although about half a mile from .home most of the competitors were dead settled. Old Bones was still on the premises, galloping by my side just as freely and comfortably as when he started. "You are going really well, old chap," said Migson to me as we jumped into the last bit of ploug and, had the race to ourselves, “but of course you know you have no earthly chance. I have never yet asked my horse a question. and when I do, he’ll leave your cocktail as though she was standing still.” “Well, ask him, the question new,” I replied, hoping to get him riding, “and :ee how I shall go with you.” "Not until we have jumped the last fence, my pippin,” said Charlie, wink.- mg at me in a manner which I consider- ed most offensive, since I dislike famili- arity under any circumstances, and es- pol-nail y when I look like lesing. There was no doubt, too, that Charlie was right; his horse, as I anticipated, was much the speedier, and if it came to raving on the flat was sure to beat mine. So not wishing to give him a land ary longer, I pulled“ back and be promptly did the same. He would not go to the front while there was anything to be jumped. My position thus be- ;ame an embarrassing one; victory <c-arcely seemed'within my grasp. But u is at such crises, as students of human nature are aware, that men of unscru— I mean of a great—mind rise equal to the emergency, and adopt effective measures impossible to weaker mor- tals of this world. In the hour of need my spirits rose. and at the last fence Ihad recourse to s strut-again conspicuous alike for its boldness and simplicity. My mare was exceedingly handy, and I could do any- . thing with her. As we approached the final obstacle I deliberately ran her out and Old Bones followed me! In a fev strides I stopped her and turned be: round, popping over the fence almost a' a stand while the favorite, a big, lurch mg animal, could not be turned so ea. lly, and lost a‘ lot of ground. Indeed ueforehe could be got over the fence. I and obtained a lead of five or sir lengths, and was making the best of my way home. It was a grand race up the straight! lcould feel that Old Bone! was catching me, and was horribly afraid that he would do so before Pat :icia could push her nose past the post. First I saw his head at my girths, than level with the niare’s neck, and I gave nor a severe “one-two" to "assist be: She contested every inch ol the ground with the utmost gameness. and ran in as straight as an arrow. The: was what won us the race, for Old Bones could never quite get up. and was beaten by a short head—Holly Leaves. Lack. of .Steadiuess. Mrs. Wickwire sat up and shook oer sleeping husband’s shoulder vigor- ously. “What is it?” he mumbled. “I want you to snore either in bass, _ soprano, alto or tenor, and confide your- self to one tone. You keep switching from one to the other so rapidly that 1 3a..- ; sleep.”-—'Ti'd~Bits. ' ,4 ; ’r l PHYSICIANS AND scenery. An English Doctor Who Accuses Hiszi'ro- fesslonal Brethren’of Humbug. _' Dr. J. Bumey Yeo of England, has published an elaborate article 011 “Med- icine and Society” which has stirred up the medical profession. The lines have of late been drawn very tight around the regular school of medicine. It was supposed almost that its members-could do no wrong. They were regarded as infallible, and legislation has conferred upon the profession very great privi— leges. It therefore causes a shock to have one of the‘leading lights of the profession stand up and declare that medical men are guilty of a vast amount of quackery and humbug, that they charge exorbitant fees for small services, that they are arbitrary and un- just in their relations to society, and jealous and mean in their relations to one another. All this the doctor al- logos. He first deals With the specialists who confine their attention to a single organ, such as the nose, liver, kidneys or lungs. These specialists whom the public esteems so highly the doctor re _ gards as on a very low plane and 3. deg- radation to the profession. He says . that a man of very limited ability can acquire in a short time a certain famil- iarity in 'the management v of a single organ, and by merely identifying him— . self with the treatment of that organ, and compiling some work on the sub- ject, however small its merit, he is able to advertise himself as a skillful spe- cialist and earn a. large income. More— over, he soon beOins to charge large fees. The doctor thinks that society is beginning to resent the increased cost of me( ical and surgical help and get- ting to look on the members of the medical profession as more mercenary and less disinterested than they used to be. Thus the relations between the profession and society are to some ex- tent less cordial. Cases are now fre- quent in law courts which testify to this fact. Dr. Yeo’s views as to extravagant charges of specialists is amply con- firmed by every-day experience in New York City. Quite recently a specialist for the brain acknowledged charging $1,200 for a pretended operation which was never performed, and the writer of this article recently saw a bill for $500. chargc'l for ,an operation on the eye which did not occupy more than three minutes. . To this amount $250 was added for two weeks’ board in the eye specialists private hospital. making $7.30 in all for an operation for which 550 would have been ample compen- sation. , Another trouble that exists between physicians and society relates to the so called etiquette by which society is coerced in the selection of consultants. Physicians claim the right to name the doctor who shall be called in consults» tion, and the consent of the attending physician is absolutely necessary before any consultation can. beheld. Should the patient desire the aid of a physician belonging to a different school of medi- cine i'rom that in which the attending physician has been educated, a peremp- tory refusal is at once given. Dr. Yeo considers this dictatorial conduct of the medical profession unjust and likely to bring it into disrepute; in fact, he de~ nounces such acts as “trade union re? strictions.” Society claims perfect free- dom to consult whom it chooses, either privately or in the presence of the fam- ily physician, and Dr. Yeo, speaking simply as a citizen, says he has no doubt on this point; that society is in the right. Troubles of a Man With a Draft. A correspondent of the Washington Star, says one of the most dejected looking men I ever saw was at the Eb- bit House the other night. For five days he had been without means to buy a cigar or even get shaved. I had a slight acquaintance with him, and he told me the story of his troubles. He said: . “I came here to visit the city, expect- ing to go to New York on business, but I ”cannot get away. I had a good deal of money, and took the precaution to put $1,000 in the form of a New York draft, leaving myself what I thought would be enough. I have the draft but am out of cash, and for five days Ihavu watched the papers hoping to see that some one I know is in’ the city, but in vain. I cannot even send a letter to tell how I am situated and get money. No one will cash the draft or even loan me enough money on it to get back to New York,where I could send back and get it, for the reason I cannot be identi- fied. I have very little baggage, and am afraid to ask the hotel clerks for fear they will be suspicious of me and make me leave Without any place to go. The banks won’t touch it, and ‘I haven’t a friend. I generally smoke constantly but I cannot get a cigar. My beard is five days’ old, my linen is all in the laundry and I can’t get it because it i impossible to raise half a dollar. 1 have no business here, and just wall. the streets or visit the hotels hopin. that I may find a friend.” I happened to go fishing once with :-. bank cashier, who fortunately remem bered me, and as my acquaintance put ;: fat roll of bills in his pocket he graspet. me by both hands, thanked me with a voice full of emotion, and started to. the nearest barber shop. Quite Right, llIr. Billtops. "Ezra,” said Mrs. . Billtops, “YOI' often hear of the hardships of sailors handling the wet and frozen sails 1: winter, don’t you?” “Yes, Elizabeth,” said Mr. BilltOps, “and terrible they must be, tee.” “But you never hear any one say any thing about the hardships of women hanging out clothes in such weather a this-do you?” "No, Elizabeth,” said Mr. Billtop With sudden energy, “but you ough'. to.”——New York Sun, ’ ”What we want in this world is mort of the men whose acts are perpen dicular. . 1- .SMOKED ON A BROADWAY cAR. An Actress Wins a Wager tor Sweet Char- . ity's Sake. It was due to -a wager made laugh~ ingly. but accepted in sober earnest, that Deli-a Stacey smoked a. cigarette on one of the Broadway cars of New York and succeeded in obtaining a great deal Of not altogether pleasant noto- riety between Forty-first and Four- teenth streets. ' After paying her fare, Miss Stacey swallowed a lump which had gathered in her throat, drew a dainty case, bor- rowed for the occasion, from her pock- et, and extracted a cigarette. A portly, elderly lady beside her. gave a gasp of surprise and eyed her curiously. The men sitting on her right nudged each other and awaited developments. Turning to a slender, pale-faced youth standing beside her, she smiled as well as her nervous condition would permit and said: ' “Will you kindly give me a match?” She did not intend to speak loudly, but her voice was heard above the din of clangin g bells and rattle of the cable. Men in front of her swung round in their seats and looked at her curiously. One enthusiastic individual stood on the seat to get :1 better view. The pale- faced youth looked at her in a puzzled l way and stammercd: “I—I beg pardon?” . I: DELIA STACEY. “Please give me a match,” she re- peated, blushing scarlet at the atten- tion she was .attracting. The young man dived into his pocket and produced two lucifers which he tim-idly handed to—her. She struck one against the back of the seat in front of her. It flickered and went out. The second met with a like fat-e, while the portly lady beside her showed signs of apoplexy. A third match tendered her by the young man proved effective, and Miss Stacey, leaning back in the seat, puffed away as though she enjoyed it. Conductor No. 33S happened along to collect a fare. He took one look at the actress and turned the color .of an un- ripe watermelon. He was so flustered that in making change several coins slipped through his fingers and fell upon the floor of the car. The portly lady, with one withering glance, arose and signalled for the car to stop, say- ing, as she left: “Well, I never!” When the parties to the wager ap- proached they found her almost on the verge of tears. “Wasn’t it a horrible thing to do?” she cried. “I never felt so mortified in my life. I’ll never make such a foolish wager again.” Then as the ridiculous- ness of the alfair struck her, she burst out laughing. The $5 won was promptly given to the Junior Republic, an institution where the destitute children of New York are taught useful trades and the science of government. Norwegian» Thrift. Grass doesnot readily grow in Nor- way, and when cut is not easily dried. Hay, thefore, is of considerable val- ue, and is cut and carefully gathered up by handfuls in the most extraor- dinary places. It seems strange to an American to see haymakers at work» on the rocky side of a mountain, where an American farmer would hardly expect half a dozen sheep to glean a living, and, stranger still, to see a man cutting his hay on the roof of his own house; yet this is done, for sods of earth take the place of tiles on many of the farmhouses. The sods are kept in their place by a border of heavy stones; between these, in time, a natural lawn springs up. and is reaped by the inhabitants sev- eral times in a year, and regularly pastured by the goats and poultry. The peasants dry their hay by erecting hurdles all over the meadows and suspend the fresh cut grass upon them In swaths, exactly like clothes drying on a horse, so that it gets a maximum of the very brief sunshine, and a minimum of the very frequent rains. A Bicycle Restaurant. 'One of the latest developments of the bicycle craze is a restaurant on wheels constructed to serve bicyclists. t is a new style carrier tricycle, and the man who runs it expects to fol- low the roads frequented by bicycle riders and serve to them Lot meals. A desk-like afiair is built between the two rear wheels, while several. drawers contain dishes and food sup- plies. A gas range with three burn- ers surnlounts this, and is connected by a series of pipes with a gasoline tank about a foot long. In the open place in front of the tank frying pans are tucked away. A canopy of can- vas covers the kitchen, and attached to the side supporters are framed cards on which is printed the list of dishes served. Over good roads the man who runs this machine can make eXcellent time. It has beensuggested that many of the bicycle clubs that make excursions into, the country may find it convenient to take along With them a tricycle restaurant that can serve the meals whenever a Stop is made. By doubllng. up the power mom of these carrier tricycles, a bar for the sale of cool provided. . .. .1.“ .. drinks" might be ‘ l836 - l896 ~ Sixty years is'quite a lifetime. 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