THE ‘ EVEN 1 EE- EEz E11 E .0-..” _ u -.y own BOBBY’S FM1' LY. Mamma sgot 3110‘ 1 n c' t.\ hands, ' 151. 1. when‘ precious 11.15by’ " pranks Go beyond what pat-ion ... i—ands, Hully gee! How 12. ”.1 spanks. Papa‘ 5 voice is soft 11 prayer ' In the church at meet‘in nigh. . But you ought to hear him swear When the meals ain t cooked just. right. Sister' 5 very coy with J ack. And her smiles would make you sick, But. when he has turned his back, Gee! You orter see her kick! ‘ Though when anything is done, I‘m the boy is blamed for it; ’Pears as if I‘m the only one Ain‘t a. bloomin‘ hypocritl -—New York Recorder. A FRONTIER EPISODE. We sat in the little frontier hotel at Pine Ridge Agency that‘stormy De- cember night in "‘0. There were a number of us—all newspaper corres- pondents—and a few interpreters, of- ficers and reservation employes. The days previous had been full of excite- ment, for the Brule and Ogallala Sioux were engaged in the Ghost Dance or Messiah Craze. About the Agency General Miles had grouped some 1,500 troops; beyond their white tents clus- tercd’the dingy tepees of the Indians, some 800 of them. We greatly enjoyed these evenings in the hotel. They brought back to memory pictures of the old \Vest—stag- ing, buflalo hunting, Indian fighting. And what a fund of information. the scouts, interpreters and “old timers" poured into our willing ears! Each one couldwhave talked all night and yet left the narration of his experiences unfinished then. \Ve were especially interested in the singular career of B. He had left a how in Connecticut, and after varied experiences in Iowa and Nebraska joined a company of miners and with them entered the new min- ing camp of Deadwood. He. was then but seventeen years old. That same winter he carried the first mail out of Deadwood to the Missouri Itiver. B. joined our circle while a scout was relating some. erqieriences with stage robbers in the early seventies. and 'im- mediately entered into the conversi- tion. “So far as I know the smoothest trick, prompted by a desire to save - money, ever played upon stage rob- bers occurred near Miles City in ’79. A load of passengers were almost within sight of the town. They had been travelling all day and were worn out, for the roads were awful bad in those lays and all coaches bounced and swayed very much. Having come near their journey‘s end they were con gratulating themselves. IIold-ups had been frequent. Two heavily armed messengers accompanied each coach, with orders to fire on any person act- ing suspiciously. “ ‘Dear me!’ said an elderly man near the door, ‘I'm glad we are safe. I have about $500 and if I lost it I don‘t know where I could get more.’ ‘:“I can get plenty of money.’ said :1 travelling salesman, ‘but the loss of what I have would put me to much trouble out here among strangers.’ “Two miners and a prospector, each with large rolls. expressed their satis- t'acti'on at passing dangerous points safely. The next speaker was a little old woman, kind and motherly in her ways. “ ‘My boy has started a restaurant 1n town and is doing well. He wanted me to come and help, so here I am, godness knows far enough away from dear old Ohio. I thought he would need his mother, for these mining towns are wild, I hear, and full of temptations. I have only $200. It's all the cash I have in the world. Fear- ing robbers I have put it in a place where no one would think of looking. You cannot guess where?" Of course Lhe‘guesses were all wrong. ‘ “ “Well, I have four $50 bills against the sole of my fbot inside my left shoe!’ “ " ‘Capital!’ said ilie elderly gentle- man. ‘No one Would ever think of look- ing of money in your shoes.‘ In the i'ar corner at the front sat a small slen- der, black-haired man. He kept be- tween his feet a little black valise. No one spoke to 'him during the journey and he made no sound save occasional- ly to cough in a peculiar manner. Some of the passengers thought him to be a consumptive. Even when general good-fellowship prevailed he took no part in the conversation. Making hold, the old lady said: “And you; what would you do if you were held up?’ “A hollow cough and a shrug of the shoulders was all his reply. “ ‘What a mean fellow!‘ thought the old gentleman. At this instant the coach lurched violently to one side and bang, bang, came the sudden reports .152 the guns! One messenger was shot. the other compelled to throw up his hands before time for resistance, and consternation and terror prevailed within the coach. " ‘l101'd, Lord!‘ 31:111. " ‘Oh, 5411312511. " ‘Hustle up there; git. out.‘ and one at the robbers held the door open with '..;s left hand while he covered the pas- ;z-ngers with the revolver in his right. if course they all filed out and were stood up in a row. There was much Crembling on the part of the men and :herfiaoor old woman wept audibly. It nily took a few moments to go through the pockets of the line and to investi- gate the 111essenge1"s small safe. Prob- ibly the road-agents would have taken to the hills at this 111(11nent had not one gt“ them beheld the frail figure within llle coach. . " ‘l-Iold on, boys; here’s one we for- gotfl'and he.- startcd in with an oath go drag forth the consumptivw. As he entered a most plaintive (ouch inter- :up‘ted voice greeted him. and. ttugh IS he was, he paused. prayed the elderly dear, oh, dear!’ cried the l l “ ‘Please don’t make me get out. I an. very sick. I will die. 1 know. 11: you will only let me be I will tell you where you can get $200 which you have overlooked. I have no money, but I know where the $200 is.’ The robbers outside, having heard the shrill, penetrating voice, glanced at each other. The leader called out to his fellow within the coach: ‘All right, Bill; find out where them two hun- dred is and let the poor devil alone. We _ got to be skipping out.’ "The piping voice took courage. ‘Gentlemen, if you will ask that old lady to remove her left shoe you will find the money.’ “The men began to mutter and scowl. The drummer even found courage enoup'h to say it was a shame to rob a poor old woman of her last dollar, and no one but the most depraved sort of a road-agent would be guilty of such an act. The leader walked up to the drummer, slapped his face and tickled the end of his nose with the muzzle of his six shooter. The’drum— mei (lisc1eetly held his tongue until the. thieves were gone. “It was with Sighs and sobs that the old lady seated herself on the ground, took the. shoe from that fat foot, and handed up her last dollar. In a twink- ling it was pocketed and the outlaws jumped for their horses and were gone. "Wit h a hubbub broke out when the people found themselves alone once. more! \\ ith one accord they assailed the man within the coach. “ ‘Oh. you villain, you wretch, to tell them of my money!’ cried the woman as she shook him by the shoulders. The drummer entered at this moment. He had been talking to the other men of the party in low tones. “ ‘Just step out, madam, we want to talk with him,’ he said. She obeyed and several entered. It was noticed that the driver had his reins in his hands and one end or them looked sus- piciously like a noose. “ ‘You d—d rascal,’ said the driver, ‘to have deliberately given this woman’s money over to those outlaws! We‘ll make short shift of you,’ and he threw the noose over the mans head. There was a despe1ate struggle for a moment. and then the noose fell down clean cut through. It was seen that the little man had a bowie in his hand. He spoke in a different voice this time. " For God's sake, don’t bother me here. You can hang me at Miles City as well as here. It's only a little way; I shall not escape. When we get there [ will have something to tell you which will explain my action. A man always has a right to have a fair hearing be- fore he is hung g, and I claim that privi- lege. ' “ ‘ Yell, we can watch him that far,’ said the drummer \‘ve can hang him there eas well as l1er.'e 'Some one helped the driver with the body of the messenger. and the coach started for town. The drum- mer. the miner and several others watched the little man intently. but he made no movement nor did he speak until the coach lumbercd up in front of the postoflice and hotel; then he said in a quiet voice: “ I am Tom —. ‘(one of the fam- ous men of the Black Hills), ‘.1nd ,I have $40,000 in this grip. The only why to save it was by telling the rob- bers of the old woman’s money. I am glad to return it to her and a stake. ex- tra for the worry I caused her. As for the rest of you, I have nothing to do with your losses. We all ran the same risk. I wish you good evening,’ and he stepped quickly from the seat to the door and. into the street, drop- ping a bundle of bills into the lady‘s lap as he passed.” And after lighting his pipe our story- teller passed out into the night and wended his way to his humble cabin.— New York Tribune. Verdi's Strintegeln to Obtain Rest. Verdi once went to the watering- place of Montecatini for a much— needed holiday. In one of the apart- ments assigned to the veteran musician stood a grand piano of splendid tone. Verdi removed the score of II Trova-. tore. which had been laid on the rack by way of compliment, locked the in- strument, and called for the son of his host, to whom he said in solemn tones, “Lead me to thespot which overhangs the steepest precipice.” 0n reaching the summit, the maestro, who was al- most exhausted from fatigue, flung the key of the piano into "the abyss, saying with energy, “Now I have done some- thing to secure rest and quiet! On the day of my departure I will send a lock- smith to provide the piano with a new key, but while I am here let it remain as it is!” Youngest. Colonel in America. The city of Louisville can boast of a thirtce11-year—old colonel. His name is Harry Mulligan. He is the son of an hotel manager. He is at the present time attached to the staff of Governor Bradley. of Kentucky. IIe owes his promotion to a prophecy he made that Colonel Biadley would be elected Gov- ernoi ol lientucky. “My boy". said the Colonel, when he heard him. “if that prophecy comes true, I will make you colonel of my stafi’T." ‘ When he was elected he issued a commission for the boy, and gave to Kentuckythe youngest colonel in the American :‘11'my.—-’I‘id-Bits. Feminine Fire Brigade. The little town of Nassoi, in Sweden, has a feminine department, 150 strong, ;n its fire brigade. The waterworks of the village consist simply of four great tubs, and it is the duty ‘of the women firemen to keep these full in mse of fire. They stand in-two cou— inuous lines from the tubs to the lake. 1110111 thiec streets away, one line "353.1!“ the full buckets. and the other 11:: them back. ——Tld- Bits. Hf], l I“. is ”he TIME 1111 1111111 1111111 Both Pacers Sent to one Address for $1.00 a Year firm of the poor.‘ 'honor be it said, she seemed to enjoy “THEATRICAL GOSSIP. MARGARET MATHER’S ELAEORATE PRODUCTION OF “CYMBELINE.” Julie Opp Begins Her Career “”here Henry His—“flint Bernhardt Says of Her Ambition—A Tempestuous Irving ”Began Rt: ..nor Margaret ”ll 1tLer opened the season in New York with an elaborate produc- tion of “Cymbeline. " She say s the pro- duction is one of the finest presenta— tions of Shakespeare she has ever given. She has a good company, in- cluding such sterling actors as E. J. Henley, \Villiam Redmond, II. A. \Vea- ver, William Courtleigh and Mrs. l‘homasBarry, with 200 supei'numer- aries. Reginald de Keven was com- tnissioncd to write the incidental mu- sic. Eugene XV. Presbrey stages the piece and Mr. Marston supervised the construction of the scenery. Julia Opp, the daughter of a Bowery saloon keeper, who is pl .1) 1111* at the "\t11s1vc St. James‘ Theatie in Lon- don, may have the satisfaction of knowing that it was at this house that Henry Irving made his London debut about thirty years ago, in a dramatiza- tion of Ouida’s “Idalia.” I do not know whether were any higher socially than Miss Dpp’s, but certainly he was very small potatoes at that time. The St. James’ Es a good theater for the opening of a stage career, judging bythe past. M adame Bernhardt, speaking the oth- 91' day of her career and her ambition said: ' MARGARET MAEHER. I have willed, I have‘willed ardently. to reach the highest point in art; I have not yet attained it; I have less time to live than I have aheady lived, but what matters that? Evciy step brings me closer to my ideal! The hours that have swept by, taking with them my youth, have left me my cour- age and my cheerfulness; for my aim remains the same and toward it I am tending. ‘ The innate intensity of this declara- tion of persistent personal purpose in life is at once a profession and a con- fession. This is not a Rialto rumor but a re- ;mrt that comesthrough unprofessional :-hannels. Dainty little Marie Tempest, 1t says. is soon to be married and, worse than that, intends to retire from the stage. The name of her fiance is not given, but he is said to be a man of Barney Barnato wealth. The mat- rimonial part of the story is- easier to believe than the retirement. Miss I‘empest is at present at the very zen- lth of her career, and as long as the future continues as bright she is not likely to abandon it. To be sure, she evinces a disposition occasionally to assert her independence and to abstain from appearing whenever it so suits er. but that does not indicate that she s tired of stage life by any means. And the stage cannot afford to lose her. free, she has declined to come to this zountry this season, but while there is I‘empcst there is hope. The matinee girl is in the valley of sadness and her tears flow like her talk, profusely. And Jean de Reszke, the incomparable lovemaker of the operatic stage is the cause. He appears now without his mustache, that hir- sute gem having been sacrificed to art and Siegfried. A man said a few days ago: “Of course you know Annie Russell person- ally?" I was sorry to say I did not. “Meet her, then,” was his response, ‘make a point of it. She is the loveliest the noblest of her sex. You don’t know how splendid a woman. can be until you have come in contact with Annie Russell." Miss Russell is asking for a divorce and people who know both her and her husband wonder why. Some times actresses in trying to help their press agents do something that benefits other folk. Here’s Anna Held, for instance. 01; Christmas Day she sangin the streets of Pittsburg, just like an ordinary street singer and se- cured eight hundred dollars, "“which was used to buy a dinner for the chil- And, to Miss Held‘s her charitable work, as did Louise Beaudet, Cora Iloutt and other ac- tresses who sang for New York’s poor. Only Occasionally, A bright little fellow, of 4 years had the unfortunate habit of stammering. One day his mother had callers, and the little one was asked, “Richard, do you stutter all the time?" “N-n-no, only when I‘ talk,” was the ingenuous reply—Boston Daily Globe. All the Characteristics. .« Tommy—Mother, what is an angel? Mother—An angel is a being that flies. ' Tommy—But, mamma, papa calls my governess an angel. Mother—Then, my dear, she is going to ' fly i111mediately.—Chattanocga l‘imes. '- Irving's antecedents COLOngATION OF ARMENIANS. Tlio.l)ii'liciiltiesi11 the “Ely of a General Exodus of that Unhappy People. The Southern States Magazine re- cent1 1' addressed a letter to M. H. Gule sian. Secretary of the United friends of Am enia, asking if, in view of the con- dition of the Armenians, of the high ‘ oharact 61 of these people and their great success as farmers, it would not ' be possible to undertake some plan of relief by colonizing many thousands of them in such portions of the South as. in oil ante and productions, are very similar to Armenia. In reply Mr. Gulc- si: 1n says: I sin 131 31y wish it were possible, or could be made possible, to bring large numbers of Armenian farmers for col- onization purposes in the South. It would seem to our people like Paradise, but as to the feasibility of the plan I am afraid there are a great many 0b- stacles. In the first place, it is‘ almost. certain that the Turk would not let them out. In the second place, the Armenia. 13 have not only been butch- ered, but the survivors have been stripped of everything, and the richest farmers of six months ago are today dependent on charity. They have ab- solutely nothing left, not even the wherewithal to buy bread to keep them from starving, and thousands are to- day perishing and starving. I have let ters before me from all diiferent parts of Armenia, showing how complete the ruination of the peOple has been by the barbarous Turk. In the third place, if the privilege of coming to this country were granted the roads are unsafe, as, the Turks are blocking every channel and they would be too dangerous to travel. The only way the Armenians could safely travel the road would be to have an escort of foreigners. Of course, all these things might be made possible bya sufficiently strong popular interest throughout the coun- try, as the sympathy of the country is already greatly drawn toward Arme- nians. If enough money could be raised to send a. ship to the Mediterra- nean and Black Seas to receive those families that might come from the in- terior. if the way only could be made clear, I am sure a. great many would come. Such a movement would natu- rally draw the attention of the civilized world and might bring sufficient pres- sure on the Sultan to induce him to help the people to leave the country. ‘ 11111111111 Nature and Bloomers. She was attired in'her new bloomers and she seemed to be proud of them. “Well,” he said, after he had survey- ed her critically, “I suppose you are happy now?” “No-o; not. exactly,” she replied slowly. “Why, you must have the freedom of movement for which you have longed all your life,” he exclaimed. “Yes, I have that,” she admitted. “You have always been complaining that a. woman was too much hampered _ by her skirts,” he persisted. “It’s true, too,” she asserted. “Ever since you were a little girl,” he ' continued, “you say you have had. a. longing to play leap frog and all such games ‘every time you saw the boys do- ing it. “I admit it, ” she said. "And you always thought it unjust that you should be deprived of such sport because you were a girl?” “It did seem so.” “Well, now you have got your bloom- ers I suppose there is no reason why you shouldn’t play leap frog, if you want to. Why don i; you do it?” “Because. now that 1 can, I don’t see any fun 1n it. I—I—don’ t think much of loomers, anyway.” -— Chicago Post. 1 ,1 Almost Married with a Collar Button. A blushing bride, a nervous “best man.” and a minister had a thrillingly embarrassing experience at a. wedding in a North Broad street church the other night. The best man who is a clerk‘ in the Reading railroad freight ofiice. was so overcome by the excite- ment incident to the wedding. march up the aisle of the church that he became . partially dazed, and at a. most critical moment. made a mistake which came very near delaying the ceremony for a time. The minister had just asked the reg- ulation question, “Do you take,”.etc., and the time had arrived for the clergy- man to place the ring on the bride’s fin- ger when the best man lost himself, and instead of pulling the diamond ring from his pocket to hand to the clergy man he pulled out a collar button which the clergyman attempted to put on the bride's finger. ' There were blushes, a momentary spasm. and a wild look of despair; then the best man recovered long enough to find the ring, and the ceremony pro- ceeded. with thanks. ~ ’ Salvation Anny Courtship. The regulations of the Salvation Army govern courtship and marriage Within its ranks. A whole section of othe Field Book relates to the manner in which levels must conduct themselves while enduring the pleasures and pains of courtship. “Shameless and heart break- ing jilting,’a ’ according to the Field Book entails the penalty of reduction to the ranks. \Vliat DIagnesia'Doe-s. Acake of magnesia and a clothes brush area frugal woman’ s best f1 iends. After brushing:3 a dusty gown and then with the magnesia rubbing both sides of any soiled spots, it should be hung away for a day or two and then brushed again. The spots will be found to have disappeared. Care taken with dainty , gowns is the secret’ of dressing well on a limited allowance. A Private Affair. "'What," demanded the angry bride ' “do you take me for?” The Brute shrugged his shtiulders. “Ask your father,- ” he sneered. “I (.out feel at 111m 1v to r‘“'-==c‘:‘t'~'e ,tlic ' ...;. ;- aroit .111“. ii'-.’ '\. His collar button was returned L 1 / 1 I l
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