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All of Mrs Hodg- son’s omelets were wonderful, and this , ' was one of her best. When he had taken Mrs. Hodgson’s drawing-room floor, with a sitting- room looking out on a delightful little garden and the bare walls of the Brit- ish Museum, some three months be- fore, just as the winter was breaking, and settled dowu to w01k on his “Isaac Newton and His Compeers,” such an omelet had come up in the com- pany of a well- loaded fruit- stand for his first breakfast. As he pushed his chair back fro-m the plate with only a faint trace of yellow left on it, he de- termined to have that omelet’s coun- terpart every morning. He had it, and enjoyed it with a leisurely taste that enriches life for a man of fifty- -four, until a friend, who introduced him to mutton-pie luncheons in the British Museum restaurant, assured him that eggs were the making of biliousness. In truth, between mutton— pies and hard work, the professor’s stomach was quite out of order. “Good morning, professor!” It was Mrs. Hodgson herself who had entered. “Don’t you knowfhe growled, “that I am of a bilious temperament, and omelets are not good for me?” “One of my omelets?” she asked doubtfully. She had never seen the professor in such a mood before. She was at once indignant and chagrined. “All omelets are alike, madam!” “Mine are no better than anybody else’s?” “Madam,” continued the professor in a cold, hard voice, “I told Harriet last night that I most especially wanted a mutton chop for breakfast.” “Then—I ate it!” “You ate it!”- “Yes—I didn’t know. Harriet didn’t say anything to me about it. I sup— posed you would have an omelet, as you always had. ” ‘ “Always! Always! For thleemonths! It’s a wonder that I have anything in my body except a liver!”He tried to annihilate the omelet with one glance and Mrs. Hodgson with another. “When I saw only one chop in the larder,” said Mrs. Hodgson, her nat- ural snap and dignity returning, “I supposed it was for me, of course, as I usually have a mutton chop for break- fas .” “Ah! lets.” “You don’t eat your own manu- scripts!” she replied with asperity. “If you will wait only a few minutes I will send out for a chop,” she added more pleasantly. _ “No,” said the professor, sitting down at the table with the air of a martyr. “No. I am a busy man, Mrs. Hodgson. I will eat this now that it You don’t eat your own ome- .is here And, Mrs. Hodgson, I wish you would not arrange my papers on my desk any more. Don’t touch my desk. You can throw away anything you find on the floor.” “But, sir, you slfowed me how to ar- , range them when you first came, and you said I did it so nicely and saved you a lot of trouble.” This was too much. The professor felt that his dignity Was at stake. “Mrs. Hodgson,” he thundered, shall leave when my week is up!” She toss-ed her head and said, “Very well,” with aggravating sweetness. settled down to his breakfast muttering something about “impudent woman.” Once out in the hall Mrs. Hodgson stamped her foot and exclaimed, “The old fool!” (II That omelet tasted uncommonly well, as if to tantalize him. He ate it all, even to the last fragment, which tan- talized him still further. Then he went over to his desk to write. His pen, his paper,. his notebook were where . Mrs. Hodgson had placed them, which was just where they ought to be. This also was most tantalizing. Yet he found himself a few moments later car- rying his overcoat down stairs on his arm as usual, and harboring a faint notion that he ought to forgive Mrs. Hodgson. She was pruning the flowers 011 the stand in the hall, and Harriet was near her, receiving some orders. “Mrs. Hodgson, would you—ah?”— he asked politely. “Halriet,” said Mrs. Hodgson, she continued to snip off dead leaves, “help the gentleman on with his over- coat.” ' ' 5 He was rudely awakened next morn- ing by Harriet, who was sweeping and dusting'in his sitting-room. Herefo- Mrs. Hodgson had made it a point to attend to this herself, doing it so quiet- ly that the professor was never dis- turbed. However, he had his chop for breakfast and everything else, even to the overcoat lying on the chair where he had thrown it the night before, was as he had ordered. After ransacking the drawers of_his desk and pawing 'over the disordered papers on top of it in a vain search for his noteborok, which contained the fruits of three months’ researclles,.hc was anything but reassured by a hazy recollection of having nodded over it and having carelessly laid it on the chair at his side. This had happened before; but he had always found the notebook on his desk'in the morning. “Did. you see a book on the floor?" he cried to Harriet, when she had an- swered the fierce ringing of the bell. “You—you said hanything on the floor”— “Find it! Find it!” he thundelmcd ”Don’ t dare to come back withOnt it! ’ ‘ The professor paced up and down as. .._, Hodgson and her omelets, until there was a soft knock at the door, which he recognized as Mrs. Hodgson’s. He pre- sumed she had come to apologize for what she would doubtless call an “un- fortunate accident.” He would let her kIn-ow in plain tel ms that heI’s was the worst conducted house in London. “Your book, professor,” she said, holding it out “to him. “Though Har- riet had found it on the floor, I picked it out of the rubbish, thinking I could do no harm, any way.” “Er—ah! Thank you.” “And I have let the room for Satur- day,” she went on in a voice which he thought was assumed to annoy him. “Er—ah! Very well.” His friend observed that the Museum mutton pie on that date was especially good. The professor ate of it heartily, but was soon feelingso badly that he concluded to devote the remainder of the afternoon to sear hing for rooms After climbing the stairs of seven dif- ferent houses, he began to speculate upon how in the world landladies were able to let such miserable, ill-kept apartments to anybody. . At one place, in a moment of absent- mindedness he actually asked if the cook could make good omelets. When the landlady said “Yes,” he told her abruptly that he wouldn’t think of taking her rooms. Weary and cross, he returned to his rooms. In the morning noisy Harriet robbed him of his sleep, and he went into his sitting-room to face a chop and a disordered desk again. On Saturday morning when he went out to his chop and disordered desk, two strange trunks in the corner of the sitting-room reminded him that he had not engaged another lodging. Mrs. Hodgson came in. She hoped that his luggage was packed, as the othel gen- tleman was coming in an hour. The professor did not reply. Twice he lift- ed his cup of tea and set it down with- out drinking. “Then I may take it that you are ready?” she asked. “No. As a matter of fact, I’ve been so busy that I haven’t had time to look about much for a place. If you have a small room that I could have only for a week, it would”——he spoke with great reserve—“be in the nature -—ah—of an accommodation.” It happened by mere chance,” as Mrs. Hodgson was careful to explain, that this was possible. Harriet was sent to help him carry up his belong- ings. When the wreckage left by the wayside had been collected and every- thing he possessed was piled helter- skelter in the little "room on the third floor, the professor concluded that he would make no at empt to put things right for so short a stay. He heard a cab drive up in front of he house. The new lodger must have come. Prompted by a curiosity pos— sibly inconsistent with the dignity of the author of “Isaac Newton and His Compeers,” he went to the window. He stepped back in surprise. None other than his mutton—pie friend was to be his successor in the drawing- room floor. His misery was increased the following morning when he saw Harriet taking one of Mrs. Hodgson’s works of art into the one who had sworn that omelets were the enemies of mankind. He now fairly hated chops, and con- descended to ask Harriet for an ome- let for breakfast. She brought him one—of her own making. He was on the point of telling her of something that was not to be spoken of lightly, but he sighed instead. A work of art was not to be expected'from Harriet. He did not go to the Museum, and strategetically contrived to avoid a meeting with the, base interloper all the week. But once he had a very narrow escape. He had to wait at the head of the stairs while he saw Mrs. Hodgson help the inte-rloper on with his overcoat—convincing proof that a man who ate mutton pies would stop at nothing. terror of the landlad‘ies of Bloomsbury, Saturday found him with strange trunks in his disordered little room, and still with no apartment engaged. It also found him meek as well as mis- erable. He went down stairs and knocked on the door of Mrs. Hodgson’s little room on the ground floor. There was no answer. Harriet came up from the kitchen to say that missus was making the other gentleman’s omelet. She opened the door and offered him a chair. He waited in vexation, longing for revenge, longing to show up the mutton-pie interloper, who secretly ordered omelets, in his true colors. Finally, Mrs. Hodgson entered, flushed with the successful outcome of a. work of art. “Really, Mrs. Hodgson,” said the lofessor, affably, “I have been so busy, and to get a. room requires a. deal of looking about, doesn’t it?” She 'did not say whether it did or not. ' ’ “If it would not be too much trouble —would you accommodate me again?” “I haven’t a room left.” “I’m—I’m sorry." “There are the hotels, professor.” “Mrs. Hodgson—Mrs. Hodgson!” he burst out tragically, will you not go on making omelels for me forever?” After a little blushing and parrying, she said that sin: would, and put the seal on her acceptance by immediately giving the base interloper a week’s . notice.——The Sketch. HIS DOWN FALL. He used to be a “ladies“ mes,” Bubbling and gay: ' He wore his’llair in bangs and had A winning way— He used to be It “ladies” man.” But things are run on another plan 'l’o-dnyl Now he’s just. a woman’s man. Silent and meek; His wife says men are fools, and but»: Afraid-to squeak: She 5 big and strong and runs affairs \ And sits upon him if he Ilmes To speak! --Cleve'.1. I.I Le“ ..r. Robinson, Though he became the GAZETTE SEWARD’S RESCUER VIAJOR ROBINSON’S DETAILED AC- COUNT OF THE ATTACK. Ie Is Living in California and .for Thirto Years He Has Avoided Interviewers About the Night of TelrorflConsented at Last. Major G. F. Robinson, the'only per-. on on the Pacific coast who has had a. vote of thanks from Congress for a meritorious act, one of the very few persons who has had a gold medal' given by Congress for bravery, and one :uf but two men who were ever pro- moted at once from private to Major (in the United States Army, lives quietly at Pomona, 03.1., with his family among the orange groves and an an avenue of palms. Major Robinson has stltdiously avoided through some thirty years in- :erviews by newspaper and magazine writers. Recently, however, he pern nitted an interview by a fellow towns- man and a personal friend. “I have never known,” said Major “how I came to be detailed 20 act as nurse at the home of Secre- Eary Seward in April, 1865. I had been zonfined to the hospital for several nonths by a gunshot- wound in my fig “The evening of April 14 was beau- ;iful and clear. At a little before 10 9. m.,, when the Secretary was sleep- Ing easily, the house was closed for the night. Mrs. Seward had gone to her sleeping room. Frederick Sew- ard, second son of the Secretary, had retired. Miss Fannie Seward, a daughter, and I sat. in the sick chamber on the third floor. Miss Seward was near the bed. Her father lay propped up in bed. Just before 10 the sound of a man was heard down the hall. “The stranger jumped through the door at me. I saw a knife flash in the feeble gaslight. He dealt‘ me an aw Eul blow on the scalp and forehead. He then gave Miss Seward a thrust that threw her aside, and then pounced upon the bed and struck with a long knife at the Secretary, cutting a gash in his cheek and neck. I managed to pull the man from the bed, and then oegan a terrific hand-to-hand grapple. I‘he assassin gave me a deep cut in the right shoulder as I pulled’him backward from the bed. A second later he gave me another cut. In a. twinkling he turned on me with the ferocity of an enraged tiger, while Secretary Seward "olled off the further side of the bed. The assassin struck at me several times, once giving me a slash in the left shoulder. I clinched my arms about him with my utmost strength, while he was trying to force me away so that he could use his arms either to thrust his-bloody knife into me2-or oeat me into insensibllity by blows with his big pistol. Meanwhile Miss Seward had pushed up the window in the sick roOm and had screamed 'Murder! Murder!’ “My antagonist vainly tried to rase his hands to beat or stab me. He sud- denly dropped his pistol and tried to push me from him or throw me. I zlung to the man with even greater in- tensity. All I saw was my desperate big antagonist and that knife blade. I grasped the assassin’s right wrist. He ceased for a, brief second his stabbing tactics and tried to throw me. Then, summoning all my strength, I tried to throw him. My wounded leg gave way and I partially stagger-ed. The as— sassin made a vain snatch at my throat. “The despair of the moment brought back my full strength, and I tripped the villain somewhat off his feet. While i had him in that position‘I urged him 1 few feet across the room toward the hall door. When 'we were about half way across the room and in fierce grapple I felt some one taking hold of me from behind. It flashed into my mind that, here was an accomplice of the murderer. Then I saw in the dim light that it was M‘ajor' A. H. Seward. He had heard his sister’s shriek-s and bad sprung out of bed and had come into his father's'room to find, as he first thought, two drunken soldiers scufiling in the darkness “I .called to him: ‘Hovld that man’s band; get that knife;’ but the Major reached around me from behind and got his hands on the assassin’s should- ers, so as to push him along through the hall door. The assassin came against the woodwork of the door and thereby regained a firm footing. As quick as lightning he freed himself from my grasp, and gays Major Sew- Ird several stabs about the head and shoulders. He bounded down the stairs. Mr. Hansel, a. messenger in the State Department, was running down the stairs to get help. The follow over- took Mr. Hansel and gave him a slash down the back. Then the assassin went out of the front door like a rock- et, leaped into his saddle, and, strik- lng his spurs into his horse’s flanks, was off in the darkness. “The whole affair occupied probably not over three minutes. When the assassin was gone, I turned to find Secretary Seward on the carpet at the farther side of the bed. His daughter was bending over him. The Secretary was bleeding profusely. The pool of blood in which, he lay, the gaping gash in his check, the wound in his heck, and his ghastly pale face, all made a dreadful sight. We lifted the patient to his bed, and found that his heart still .beat,‘ although he seemed to be pulseless.” By No Means. “Your husband is of a pretty easy- going disposition, isn’t he, Jane?” “Fer the land’s sake! I should say not. It is' the hardest sort of work to make him show that he has any go abOut him at all "—C'Iucinnatl Elk. ' nuker. . ‘ MNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIQ.J. coo. I- oi'uggists. 50c. and $2. TARRANT 8; C0., Chemists, Z‘Iew Yo-.. r?" fiiiiiiliiiiiIIININNNINIINIitiIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIININIINMIR Headac Vet -.‘ derangement of the. :7 stomach, terpid liver, 3 01 con tipstion can bé 3 1‘c2cul ,2 cured by a "' pl- 0215211: draugt cf Talrantgs Self zelApcri- enttasen before break- fast an ad on retiring at night. —. ~ :3" a —. a, a :3 :3 -. -. -. a -‘ -.. —. a -. -. -. THE SWISS GOOD-NIGHT. A Touching Custom Among the Herds- men of the Mountains. Among the lofty mountains and ele- vated valleys of Switzerland, the Al- pine horn has another use besides that of sounding the far—famed Ranz des Vaches, or cow song; and this is of a very solemn and impressive nature, says Our Dumb Animals. When the sun has set in the valley, and the snowy summits of the mountains gleam with golden light, the herds‘: man who dwells upon the highest hab- itable spot takes his horn and pro~‘ nounces clearly and loudly through it,‘ as through a speaking trumpet, “Praise the Lord God.” As soon as the sound is heard by the neighboring herdsmen they issue from their huts, take their Alpine horns and repeat the same words. This frequently lasts” a quarter of an hour, and the call resounds from all the mountains and rocky clifis around. Silence at last settles over the scene. All the herdsmen kneel and pray with uncover-ed heads. Mean- time, it has become quite dark. “Good« night!” at last calls thehighestnherds- man through his horn. “Good-night” again resounds from all the mountains, the homs of the herdsmen and the rocky cliffs. The mountaineers then retire to their dwellings and to rest. ’" A QUEER CHARACTER. Ordered His Dinner Six Mont‘ 15 Before and Kept His Appointment. Mr. Scott, of Exeter, tlavelled on business till about eighty years of age. He was one of the most cele- brated characters in the United King- dom. For a. long series of years the proprietor of every inn he frequented in Devon and Cornwall knew the day, and the very hour he would ave. A short time before he died a gentle- l man, on a'journey- in Cornwall stopped ’ at a small inn at Port Isaac to dine. The waiter presented him with a bill of fare, which he-did not approve of;' but observing a fine duck roasting, “I’ll have that," said the traveler. ”You cannot, sir,” said the landlord; “it is for Mr. Scott, of Exeter.” “I know Mr. Scott very well,” re- joined the gentleman; “he is' not in your house.” “True, sir,” said the landlord; “but six months ago, when he was here last, he ordered a duck, to be ready for him this day, precisely at 2 o’clock!” And, to the astonish- ment of the traveler he saw the old gentleman jogging into the inn yard not five minutes later. —Answers. MANCEUVRES OF DUTCH CAVALRY. Man and Horse Thoroughly Drilled iI: Swiming as \Vel] as Fighting. In the Dutch army a man must be able to swim as well as to fight. More- over, if he is in the cavalry he must have a horse which will take a river as easily as a. hunter takes a. fence. Swimming manoeuvers are part of the regular drills nowadays. Collapsible canvas boats, manned by a few oars- men, lead the horses, so that they do not attempt to land on stone quays and other difficult points. The men swim across with their horses and on them. They swim in swimming costume and in all the accoutrements of war. There are few nautical, emergencies for which the Dutch army is not prepared. Some of the officers have even reached that degree of proficiency that not only their horses and kits cross the rivers with them, but their very pet dogs sit upon their shoulders andlare borne over also. Puzzles for Natura ists. One of the most extraordinary puzzles that confront naturalists is the remarkable ,effect climate, soil . food, or surroundings have upon ani- g mals. Bull-finches fed on hempseed ’ turn quite black; Belgian horses kept - in coal-mines for several years lose their natural coat, and become cover- ed with soft, thick fur like a. mole. The Thibet mastiff, who in his native highlands is protected from the cold by heavy 'wool, loses brought down to the plains. Willing to Oblige. Lady (for the sixteenth time)—Now be sure and make my mouth as small as possible. Artist (wearily)—Now, see here, it on being . madam, I’ve scaled your mouth down ‘ about all it will stand, but I’ll leave it mu entirely, if you say so.—-—Truth. - 1 $500 a year” THE ORIGINAL Ctamped I: BOSS” ' Always the Same fiis Stipulation. “My friend,” said the Grand High Punk-a-Punk, with sepulchral solem- nity’, “you now approach that portion of the ordeal of initiation into our noble order in which you will be re- quired to take upon yourself a. binding obligation. While this (bligation Will ‘fNo-no, I- didn’t think of it, deaf, not conflict with any duty you owe to society, your family, your religion, or your country, it is my duty to warn you that it commits you to the- per- formance of what we regard! as im- portant and necessary works and to ‘ the forsaking of certain things we re- gard as evils. Bearing this in mind, are you ready to proceed further in this solemn ceremony?” “I am ready to take the obligation," replied the candidate in a. clear, .firm voice, “provided it does not deprive me of the privilege of manufacturing and selling the ‘housekeepers’ friend,' a little device of my own for seeding raisins, grating horseradish, putting scallops around the edge of a. pie, open. ing a. tin can, lifting a. pan of hot bis- cuits from the oven without burning yourself, and cleaning lamp chimneys. The usual price of this unique article, gentlemen, is 25 cents, but in order to introduce it_I will sell it to members of this noble order at the ridiculously low figure of 15 cents, with a. further ' " discount to purchasers of six or more. Upon the removal of this hoodwink from my eyes, gentlemen, it will afford me pleasure to read to you a lot of un< solicited testimonials to the merits of the ‘housekeepers’ friend’ from par. ties who have used, it and are thor‘ oughly acquainted with its merits. Go ahead, mister, with the obligation.” He was subsequently tossed in a blanket and treated with great per- sonal rspect in other ways, but he had no regrets. He had got his work in. 4 .. _.I THE SPARROW’S REVENGE. The Poor Pigeon Had to Snfi'er'for a. Crime of Which He Was Not Guilty. This story deals with the sagacity and pugnacity of the Inglish sparrow, and also shows how curiosity may get an innocent creature into trouble. The Riddle mansion that ' stands in Glen Riddle, Delaware County, has for some time been the nesting place of several families or sparrows, and the birds had become a regular pest. One day last week Miss Riddle decided to get rid of .the birds, and mounting a ladder she tore out at least a dozen nests frbm the caves of the porch. The old birds, returning later and finding their homes wrecked. held a noisy meeting on the roof, and then dispersed. A stray pigeon that had been roost- ing around the place for several days came back late in the afternoon and flew under the porch eaves as usual. The pigeon evidently noticed some- thing wrong, for several times he flew from the porch to where the dis. mantled nests lay. This caused the trouble, for the angry sparrows 'noticed it, and suspected the pigeon of being the cause of their despair. The first thing the unlucky pigeon knew he was attacked by at least twenty screaming sparrows, who began pecking at him, and despite a brave resistance the sparrows came off victorious and left a mangled corpse on the field. Cash Register in. Garfield’s Tomb. In the tomb of James A. Garfield is a cash register, which rings up a ticket for every visitor, showing that a dime has been paid to the associa- tion for the privilege'of viewing the monument erected lo the 'martyr President. Cleveland, Ohio, has two great monuments, and an unenviable noto- riety hangs around each. When Gen. Garfield was buried in Lake View cemetery the people of the nation set out to raise $200,000 to build a monu— ment worthy of his memory. At the time of the dedication of the monu- ment $50,000 of the fund was lacking. The deficit was raised by the nation and the monument was left clear of debt. ‘ From the cash register $6,000 a year is extracted. But the thrifty associa» tion has another source of profit. In- side the tomb is a counter where relics of the dead President are sold. Here can be bought at a. bargain bits ' of the marble of which the tomb is bull-r and pictures of the monument and the man. From the sale table is cleared.
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