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SOME DAY.
Some day I think you will be glad to know
That I have kept you ever in my heart,
And that my love has only deeper grown,
In all the time that we have IiVed apart.
some day, when you have slipped away from mire, 5
And idly fall to dreaming of the past
And sadly think of all your life has missed—
Will you remember my true love at last?
Or will it come to pass some dreary night—
After a day that has been hard to bear—
Whén you are weary, heart sick and forlorn,
And there is none to comfort and to care;
That you will close yourtired eyes and dream
0f tender kisses falling soft and light,
Of restful touches smoothing back your hair—
And sweet words spoken for your heart’s de-
light?
Perhaps, then, you‘ll remember and be glad
That I so long have kept you in my heart,
And that your soul’s true home will yet be there—
Although we wander silent and apart.
—Anon.
,BABY 0R PIG MEAT.
“The other night,” said Stranion, "when
you fellows were off at the outlet spearing
Whitefish, I was thinking over the various ad-
ventures which have befallen me in my devo—
tion to birch and paddle. It surprises me to
find what a lot of scrapes I’ve got into with
the panthers. The brutes seem to fairly
haunt me. Of course, fellows that go every
year into the .Squatook woods are bound to
have adventures, more or less. You maybe
get cornered by an old bull moose, or have a
x close shave with some excited bear, or strike
an unusually ugly lynx, or get spilled out of
the canoe when you’re trying to run Toledo
falls, but in my case it is a panther every
time. \Vherevcr I go in the woods there is
sure to he one of these creatures sneaking
around. I declare, it makes me quite uneasy
to thinkfof it, though I’ve always got the best
of them so far. I’ll bet you a trout there are
one or two spotting me now from those black
thickets on the mountain, and one of these
days, if I don’t look sharp, they’ll be getting
even with me for all the members of their
family that I have cut 03 in their sins.”
“Oh, you go along l” exclaimed Sam.
“You’re getting sentimental. I can tell you,
I have killed more trout than you.have pan-
thers, and there’s no old patriarch of a trout
going to get even with me!”
The speakers were lying about the camp
fire at the foot of the “Big Squatook” lake, in
Ontario. There were four of us in the party,
and we were in the genial mood which comes
after a. good day’s sport and a savory supper.
The night was still, and we were waiting
for a story to go to sleep by. Sam’s practical
remarks went unheeded, and in a few mo—
ments Stranion resumed:
“You see, boys, the beasts began to haunt
me in my very cradle, so to speak. Did any
of you ever hear mother tell that story?”
“I have!” ejaculated Willis- Butler; but
Sam and I hastened to declare our ignorance.
“Very well,” said Strauion. “Willis shall
see that I stick to the facts.”
“Oh, boys, I’ve a heavy contract on hand,
then,” replied Willis.
But Stanion blandly ignored him, and con-
tinued:
“You all have seen the old parsonage, at
the mouth of the Keswick river. That’s a
historic edifice for you! Therein was I born.
There were more trees round it then than
now.
“At the mature age of 10 months I moved
away from that neighborhood, but not before
the Indian devil, as the panther is called in
that region, had found me out and marked
me as a foreordained antagonist.
“One bright June morning, when I was
about 5 months old, and not yet able to be
much protection to my young mother, my
father set out on one of his long parochial
drives, and we were left alone—no, not quite
alone; there was Susan, the kitchen girl, for
company. That constituted the garrison of
the parsonage on that eventful morning-—
mother, Susan and myself.
“I cannot say I remember what took place,
but I have so often been told it that I feel as
if I had taken an active part. Mother and I
were sitting by an open window, down stairs,
looking out on the front yard, when suddenly
mother called out, sharply:
“ ‘Susan! Susan! Come here and see what
sort of a creature this is coming through the
grove.’
“There was a frightened ring in my moth-
er’s voice, which brought Susan promptly to
her side.
“Just then the ‘creature,’ which was long,
and low, and stealthy, reached the garden
fence. It mounted the fence gracefufiy, and
paused to look about.
“With a horrified gasp, mother Caught me
to her bosom and whispered:
“ ‘It’s a tiger l’
“ ‘No’m,’ cried Susan, ‘it ain’t no tiger;
but it’s an Injun devil, which is pretty nigh
as bad.’ And she ran and slammed down the
window.
“The noise attracted the brute’s attention.
He glanced our way, dropped to the ground
and crept stealthily to the house.
“ ‘The atticl’ cried mother, wildly.
the windows down stairs are wide open.’
“I need hardly assure you, boys, it didn’t
take those two women and me very long to
get up stairs. As we reached the top we
heard a crash in the parlor, and mother near-
ly squeezed me to death in her terror for me;
but Susan exclaimed, almost gleefully:
“ ‘I declare, if he ain’t got in the wrong
winder! Parlor door’s shutl’
“By this time we were on the attic stairs,
and the door at the foot of the stairs—a solid,
old fashioned, country door—was safely bolt-
ed behind us.
. “That door was the only means of access
to the attic, and on the head of the stairs we
all sat down to take breath. Then in mo—
ther the anxious housewife began to reap-
‘All
r.
“ ‘What was that the horrid brute broke
in the parlor, Susan?’ she queried.
“ ‘Must a’ been them dishes on the little
table by the winder, ma’am,’ responded the
irl.
“And then we heard a clatter again, as the
beast in springing out of the window knocked
the fragments of pottery aside.
“In a few moments he found another en-
trance. The soft pat, pat of his great furry
feet could be heard on the lower stairs. He
was evidently hungry and much puzzled at
our sudden disappearance.
“We could hear him sn-Zfling around in and
out of the bedrooms, and at last that soft,
persistent tread found its way to the attic
door.
“How he did sniff about the bottom of
that door, till the blood of his prisoners ran
cold with horror! Then he began to scratch,
which was more than they could stand.
“Terror lent them invention, and mother
put me into a basket of old clothes, while she
helped Susan drag a heavy bedstead to the
head of the stairs. This bedstead effectually
blocked the narrow stairway, and when they
had piled a chest of drawers On top of it they
once more felt secure. .
“All this trouble was unneeded, however,
as that door, opening outward, was an in-
surmountable barrier to the panther.
“In a few minutes he stole away, rcstlessly.
Then we heard some flower pots, which stood
on the window ledge of the front bedroom,
go crash on the steps below. The Indian
devil was getting out of the window.
“Now, the attic in which we had taken
refuge was lighted by two windows—a small
one in the gable, looking out upon the burn
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i yard, and the other, a very small sky light,
‘ reached by a. sort of fixed step ladder from
i the attic floor.
i “As soon as mother heard the animal’s
g claws on the side of the house she thought of
i the skylight, and cried to Susan to shut it.
“The skylight had an outer shutter of
wood, which was closed in winter time to
keep the heavy snowfall from breaking the
3 glass.
3 “This shutter was now thrown back upon
the roof, and the inner sash was raised a few
inches for the sake of ventilation. Susan fair-
ly flew up the ladder and pulled out the little
stick that supported the sash.
“She had barely got the hook slipped into
the staple when the panther’s round head
and big, light eyes appeared within a foot of
her face. She gave a startling shriek and
fell down the ladder.
“At this juncture the two women gave
themselves up for lost, and mother, seizing an
old curtain pole which lay among the attic
timber, prepared to sell my infant life at a
pretty high figure.
“All escape from the attic was blocked by
the articles they had so carefully wedged into
the stairway. This it would take them some
time to clear. '
“They never imagined that so fierce a
brute as the panther could be stopped by an
ordinary sash and glass, however strong.
“But the Indian devil is wary, and this one
was suspicious of the glass. \Yhen, on at-
tempting to put his head down through the
skylight, he met with an obstacle when he
did not see any, he thought be detected a
trap.
“He sniffed all over each rune, stopping
every moment to eye us h111:';;'tlj~.’. Then he
scratched, but very gingerly, at the sash,
and only tore away some splinters. The sash
was stout and new.
“At last he thrust his muzzle over roughly
against the pane, and his nose went through
the glass. - Susan sank in a heap, while
mother, with deadly purpose, grasped her
curtain pole, expecting instant attack.
“It was not to be so, however—for which
the world is much to be congratulated. The
panther cut his nose pretty severely on the
broken glass, and shrank ba‘ek, snarling vi-
ciously.
“He was more than ever convinced that
the skylight was a trap, and he would not
trust his muzzle again in the opening.
“Observing the beast’s caution, mother
plucked up new hope. She remembered
having read that lions and tigers were afraid
of fire, and forthwith she hit on a truly bril-
liant expedient.
“ ‘Get up, Susan,’ she commanded, ‘and
be some use. Go and light that lamp 011 your
washstand and bring it to me.’
Susan obeyed with alacrity, cheered by
the thought that there was anything left to
do. When the lamp was brought mother
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wick so as to give a flaring, smoky blaze.
Then she handed the lamp back to Susan.
“ ‘Take it,’ she said, ‘and set it 011 the top
of the ladder, right under the broken pane.’
“This was too much for poor Susan.
“ ‘Oh, I dasn’t—neverl’ she whimpered,
backing hastily out of her mistress’ reach.
“Mother regarded her with withering
scorn, then turned and looked at me, where
I lay close behind her in the basket of old
clothes.
“Assuring herself that the panther could
not get me in her absence she seized the lamp
and marched up the ladder with it. The pan-
ther growled most menacingly, and thrust
his face down to the opening, but as the
smoke and flame came under his nose, he
snarled and drew back.
“On the very topmost step did mother de-
posit the lamp, where it blazed right up
through the broken pane. As she turned
down the ladder the panther’s claws were
heard along the shingles, beating a reluctant
retreat.
“In a moment or two he was heard on the
shed, and then mother opened the skylight,
reached out and clapped down the wooden
, shutter. Susan’s courage revived.
“Now that the danger was over, mother
picked me out of the basket and gathered me
again to her bosom, while Susan began to
speculate what the panther would be up to
next. On this point she was not long left in
doubt.
“In the corner of the barnyard was a pig
pen, inhabited at the time by a pig three
months’ old. Presently the poor little pig set
up a terrific squealing, and mother and Susan
rushed to the gable window.
“As I have said before, this window com-
manded a. view of the barn yard. The pan-
ther was on the roof of the pen, peering
down . through the cracks and scratching
vigorously to gain an entrance. Baby had
been denied him; but pork he was determined
to have. .
“The pig squealed in a way that mother
trusted would alarm the neighborhood, and
tried to hide himself in the straw from the
reach of those pale, cruel eyes. At last the
panther quitted the roof and found the pen
door. {ere he paused a moment or two, sus-
pecting another trap. Then, finding nothing
suspicious, in he glided. There was one ter-
rific squeal, and all was still.
"I fancy mother and Susan both wept,
thinking how well the fate of poor piggie
might have been their own—and mine.
“For a long while the two women kept
watch at the window. At last the panther
reappeared, walking very lazily and licking
his chops. He glanced at the house in a good
natured fashion, as if he bore us no grudge;
cleaned his great face with one paw, sniffed
the air thoughtfully in various directions,
and then made off toward the woods—and
we knew that our pig went with him.
“W'hen he was well out of sight mother
and Susan removed the barricades and for-
sook the attic. You may be sure they fas-
tened every window, kept a keen lookout and
went about their work in fear and trembling.
“When my father got home, in the middle
of the afternoon, he heard the story before he
could unharness the horse. Straightway he
set out again and organized a hunting party
among the neighbors. The party was armed
with all sorts and conditions of weapons; but
it bagged that panther before sundown,
whereby was my mother much consoled. And
now, have I stuck to the facts?” said Stranion,
turning to Willis.
“To my surprise, you have!” responded
the latter.
“Well,” went on Straniou. unruilled,
“since they took the trouble to get after me
so early, it’s not so much cause for wonder
if they’ve kept it up.”
At this moment a strange, unearthly, gur-
gling cry broke the night’s stillness, and we
started, involuntarily.
“He’s on your track, sure, Stranion,” ejac-
ulated Sam. “But, to judge from his voice,
your story has rather sickened him.”
“That noise came off the lake,” growled
Willis. “He’s coming after you by water,
maybe!”
ply, “that’s nothing but a young loon, learn-
ing his notes. Now it’s time to turn in t”..-
Charles D.’ Roberts in Golden Days.
Differences.
Formerly the foolish virgins had no oil:
now the foolish virgins are too free with the
kerosene.
People who are always in high spirits soon
wear out, says a. physician. 'It maybe, but
people who are always low spirited wear
other people out.
' laid the chimney aside and turned up the
“My dear boys,” was Stranion’s sleepy re— .
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ABOUT HORNED PEOPLE. ,
MEMBERS OF THE HUMAN FAMILYI
WITH HORNS LIKE BEASTS. ‘
One Man Who Was Nicknamed “Piet, the
Devil”—Horns All the Head.
Strange Cases and Superstitions Regard-
ing Them—One Thirteen Feet Long. V
Over
Human freaks in all imaginable shapes are
well known to frequenters of the dime mu-
seums. However, not one person in 1,000,
perhaps in 10,000, knows that human beings
with horns like an ox or a unicorn have fre-
quently been exhibited in the cities of Eng-
land and continental Europe during the past
500 years.
THE FIRST HORN-ED MAN.
The first of these rare specimens of the
genus homo of whom an authentic written
account has been preserved, one Piet Darnelo,
was up before the town tribunal of Lisbon in
1300 on a charge of being an offspring of the
devil. “Then born Piet had two horns grow-
ing from his head, one over his left ear about
one and one-half inches in length, the other
almost exactly in the center of his forehead- ,
nearly three inches long. 1
At first, both were covered with a soft, ;
downy fur like that on the new horns of ani-
mals of the deer species, but this soon cracked
and peeled otl’, leaving horny excrescences
which in the quaint language of the account
“did much resemble the spurs of ye male
barnc yarde i'owle.”
The horn near the car was immovable
from the first, being firmly attached to the
skull. The larger one on the forehead seemed
only in the skin and could be pressed down
until the point touched the nose without
causing the owner the least apparent pain.
At the age of 3 years the larger horn was
removed. During that short time it had
grown from less than three inches to nearly
seven inches in length, and had given evi-
dence of becoming permanently attached to
the frontal bone. \Vithin the year following
a soft tumor appeared over the right ear of
little Plot, conforming in position almost ex-
actly to that of the smaller permanent horn
over the other car, which had at this time
attained a length of near five inches. From
the tumor there sprang a horn which grew
with alarming rapidity for three or four
months, or until it had grown to be about the
length of the one over the left ear. Unlike
its mate, the horn which sprang from the tu-
mor was not fixed, seemingly only attached
to a fatty substance which had formed be-
tween the root of the horn and the skull after
the bursting of the tumor.
Taking encoruugement from this fact, the
surgeons again applied the knife and left
Plat for the second time possessed of only
the smaller of the original excrescences -the
one over the left car which had ceased to
grow.
From the time of the removal of the sec-
ond horn imtil he was 16 years of age, Piet’s
parents resided in a remote fishing village,
which caused the Lisbon surgeons to lose all
trace of him. At the age of 16, in the year
1306, he returned to Lisbon and was tried, as
above mentioned, for being an offspring of
or a near relative of his satanic majesty.
At this time Piet had three perfectly de-
veloped horns, one over each ear and one in
the center of the forehead. During his ten
or twelve years on the sea coast new horns
had put out from the places from which the
others had been removed and all had become
firmly attached to the skull, and were at the
time of his trial as immovable as those of a
ram, which the two on the sides of the head
much resembled.
The one on the forehead pointed nearly
straight out, and was nine and three-quarters
inches in length. The two on the sides of
the head curved downward and backwards,
forming almost a circle around the ears,
measuring from the point around the curve
to the head about eleven inches. One could
hardly imagine the ludicrous appearance he
presented. In the fisherman’s town where
he grew up he was called “Piet, the Devil,”
and “Piet, the Ram.” At his trial it was
proven to the satisfaction of all that Piet was
a. very pious young man, notwithstanding his
diabolical look.‘ He was acquitted with the
understanding that he would leave Lisbon
forever. Years afterwards, in the Fifteenth
century, a skull with thrcc horns, believed to
be that of Piet, was on exhibition in Rome.
HORNED WOMEN.
The British museum authorities are the
proud possessors of two or three specimens of
human horns. The largest of these, one near-
ly a foot in length, has been on exhibition in
that institution for over a century and a half.
It originally grew on the head of a, lady by
the name of Elizabeth French, who resided
near Tenterden. Like the third horn on the
head of the boy Piet, the horn which grew
from the head of Mrs. French was at first
nothing but a soft fatty tumor. The horn
first made its appearance when the lady was
48 years of age. In four years it attained its
maximum length and was removed and placed
in the museum.
In 1008, according to the history of Cheshire,
England, an old lady, whose name is not
given, became the possessor of two horns, both
of which grew from a single wen which had
troubled her for forty years prior to the ap-
pearance of the horns.
The two grew side by side, with only about
a half inch of space between them. Each
seemed to repel the other, consequently they
curved in opposite directions. When first
noticed they were about the diameter of a
goose quill, but soon increased to one-half
inch in thickness, which, of course, lessened
the space between the two. As the lady was
72 years of age at the commencement of her
curious affliction, and owing to the fact that
the horns never attained extraordinary size,
like those of the boy Piet or the woman
French, no attempts were ever made to re-
move them. People of that time were not
given to euphuism, therefore the old lady
was often indelicately referred to as the
“Hell Cat” and the “Mother of Devils.”
In the year 1646 Barthoh'ne visited :1 WO-
man who had a horn nearly thirteen inches
long growing from the left temporal muscle.
Like the other cases mentioned this horn
first existed in the shape of a common wen
or tumor. When the horn first penetrated
the skin the tumor suppurated and dis-
charged a gritty pus much resembling pow-
dered isinglass and water. The horn was
several years growing the first four or five
inches. Afterwds the growth became more
rapid, at one time it made four inches in as
many months. At the length of ten inches
the attending surgeons believed that it would
grow no longer. However, if Bartholine is
to be believed, it did grow nearly three
inches more before it finally fixed at 12.8
inches. For a full account of this wonderful
case, this being the longest human horn on
record, the reader is referred to “Bartho-
line’s Epistles.”-—John W. Wright in St.
Louis Republic.
Hostess—Miss Hightone, won’t you sing for
on
Miss Hightone (society swamp—Really,
you must excuse me to-night, I have such a.
cold.
Hostess—Mr. Lowvoice, I am sure youwill
sing.
Mr. Lowvoioe (society breech—Pardon me,
but I do not see how I can sing- to-night; I
haven’t a. cold—New York Weekly.
" VICTIM or THE PUZZLE.
AN INSCRIPTION THAT WILL- BE ON
THE TOMB OF THE FUTURE.
A Strange Fascination for the Indolent
luau—He Sees, He Tries, Ho Conquers.
His Final Days Spent in the Insane
Asylum—The Greatest Puzzle.
When a man gets ready to go crazy one
reason may be assigned as well as another.
He has simply to let go his hold on the sensi—
ble things of life, and the first crotchet of his
wandering fancy is liable to be the method
of his mania throughout. Industrious men
seldom lose their reason. The majority of
imbeciles were formerly indolents.
There is something about apuzzle which
has a peculiar attraction for an idle man.
He has found mental effort irksome, and
bodily activity quite out of the question, but
he sees some other wreck busy with a. circu—
lar box, in which pasteboard fences and
cheap marbles alone engross attention, and
he gives it a passing, half contemptuous
glance.
THE “BLASTED THING.”
Little things like that oughtn’t to stall at
man. He could do it in four minutes. Not
finding a puzzle unused he buys one, and
walks along—tipping, turning, gazing—jos~
tl'mg against people, running into wagons at.
crossings, disturbing the street. He has just
about solved it. The last pig is nearing the
door of the pen; a little turn, a tilt, a dexter-
ous movement—there, four came out again.
He was interested before; he is engrossed
now. He does humanity the favor to step
aside and find a quiet nook under a stairway,
where he devotes himself to the thing for a
moment. He knows it will not take long. A
full grown man ought to master that “blasted
thing.” He gets impatient, almost profane.
He fails once or twice, and then, feeling that.
in some way his ability is challenged, the!
here is a foeman worthy of his steel, he lays
down the package he was taking home, finds
a seat on a door step, pushes back his hat and
swears he will conquer the thing.
IVhen he has done so, he feels his pride up
pealed to. The pesky thing worried him a
while, but he has learned the sleight now and
can do it without any trouble. Instead of
throwing the thing into the lake as too trivial
for use, he conceives a. violent aversion to
being “downed by any such fool thing as
that.”
Once at it, he loses interest in the reason-
able requirements of‘ existence, and can only
be occupied with puzzles. He feels a strong
dislike for a man who mentions a new puzzle;
knows he could solve that; looks at it, tries it
once or twice, fails, and then falls a victim.
He is just as far gone on the second as he was
on the first. When he hears any one talk
about the first puzzle he flies into a passion.
“Any one can solve that,” he says, contemptu—
ously. Sometimes it is marbles in a box; at
others it is a. lot of square blocks on a plane
surface which he must push this way and
that. Then it is acluster of bent wires on a
ring, and at last it is anything which will
challenge solution. However, no problem in
business, no question of what he shall eat or
what he shall drink, or wherewithal he shall
be clothed, can fix his wandering mind for a
moment.
WORKING THE CHARM.
Down on La Salle street, just below M on-
roe, stands a tall and bearded individual in-
tensely busy with a handful of wire puzzles,
which are stated to be on sale. He bends
over them with great hands that could so
easily earn “bread and cheese and kisses,”
and works away. A boy happens along,
bearing a message in haste, stops to see if the
riddle is solved. Another boy sees the halted
messenger and stands beside him. A couple
of men drift along and pause a moment, and
a woman with a baby carriage pushes up to
see if the wires have been conquered. A
crowd has gathered; the large handed man
has not looked up. Suddenly he starts from
deep abstraction into joyful life. He has
solved it. “A wonderful puzzle, ladies and
gentlemen,” he announces. “The pigs in
clover are nothing compared to it. The fif-
teen—fourteen-thirteen puzzle is a toy. Capa-
ble of infinite variations and warranted
never to tire. Only ten cents. Simple enough
to charm the child; profound enough to oc-
cupy the aged. Buy one, sir?” And he has
sold his stock in four minutes, for the spell
of some ridiculous genius is upon them. The
messenger boy goes on with his'errand, and
works out the wire intricacy before he
reaches his destination. The woman pushes
her baby cab with one hand and conquers
the puzzle with the other. The young men
from the country work it out over and over
again, and wonder why on earth they
bought it.
The jargon of puzzle fiends is a language of
its own.
“Did you work that new French contriv-
ance?”
“Yes; it’s nothing. ‘ That Brown scheme
with seven blocks beats the French business.”
“I have a new thing in brass rings that no
man on earth can down unless you tell him
how.”
“I’ll bet a dollar I can down it.
her.”
“YVhere did you get that rolla—bolla busi-
ness I saw you trying to sell?”
“Oh, that’s made here in town, and it’s a
seller. Fellow thinks he can do it every time
until he buys it and tries it. Then he finds it
don’t do as he thought it would.”
“I’m going to spring my breastpin puzzle
on the train some day. I sold one to old ——-
the other day, and he laughed himself hoarse
over it.” '
And so they go. Anything to avoid hard
work. Yet they exhaust more'brain tissue
studying their valueleSs schemes than would
be required in earning a week’s salary. Little
by little the victim gets wilder and less of an
ornament to society. Little by little his
mental forces fail, until he leaps from irrita-
Let’s see
tion to maudlin rage, and goes galloping off ,
to an insane asylum, the wildest, most hope-
less of imbeciles.
It puzzles a fellow to know why puzzles
were made—Chicago Herald.
The Metric System.
At a. recent meeting of the French Academy
of Sciences M. D. Malarce, speaking of the
metric system of weights and measures, gave
some interesting figures. In 1887 the aggre-
gate population of the countries in which the
metric system was compulsory was over 302,-
000,000, being an increase of 53,000,000 in ten
years. In 1887, in countries with a. popula-
tion of close on 9?,000,000, the use of the sys-
tem was optional, and the countries where
the metric system is legally admitted in
principle and partially applied (as in Russia,
Turkey and British India) had in 1887 a pap-
ulation of 395,000,000, being an increase of
54,000,000 in ten years. The increase is due
to the growth of population in the countries
which had already adopted the system and to
its adoption by new ecuntyios. The system
of China, Japan and Mexipo is decimal, but
not metric. The metric syst6m is thus legally
recognized by 794,000,0(1) qt people, and the
three last named countries mm a population
of. about 474,000,000, so that Only about 42.,-
000,000 of the civilized world. have systems
which are neither metric nor decimal—Lon-
don Standard. _
.. _. .. . ....~». ..
How Alfred Klein Earned a. Dollar.
Alfred Klein, who made a hit as Pelican in ,
McCaull’s revival of “Falka” a few seasons
ago, is an Englishman by birth, and about
fifteen years ago was a wandering street
singer.. He drifted to Saratoga, where his
really good voice, together with his spirit of
manly independence, secured for him favors
not usually accorded others in his line. \Vhile
Klein was in Saratoga the Renforth rowing
crew came from England and were defeated
3n Saratoga lake by the famous IVard broth-
ers. This roused the English blood in Klein
and he issued a challenge, which resulted in a
race in mud scows across the Narrows at
Saratoga lake between some boys for a silver '
cup bought by local sportsmen. Klein won
the race and was very proud of his victory.
He claimed that his trophy was the first cup
aver won on American waters by an English—
man.
There were plenty of sporting men who
were amused by the boy’s talk, and particu-
larly so by his opinion of Tom Sayers, the
English pugilist. One day Klein expressed
himself rather forcibly about John Morrissey
as a fighter, and his hearers said that he
would not dare to talk in that strain to 3-for—
rissey’s face. Klein said he would, and to
prove it the entire party went to Morrissey’s
house, a few blocks away. W'hile Klein went
to the door, the sports waited near by for the
outcome.
Mr. Morrissey came to the door, and looked
rlown in surprise at the boy. “Well, my little
nan, what can I do for you 2” he asked.
“Mr. Morrisscy,” said Klein, “I was talk-
mg with some men down here and I said that
[ thought Tom Sayers was a better man than
you. They said I did not dare tell you so.
Now, Mr. Morrissey, I think you are a pretty
good man, but I do think Tom Sayers could
link you.”
Morrissey laughed outright, gave Klein :3
dollar and was the latter’s friend ever after.
—New York Star.
Samoan Mats.
Among the curious customs of the Samoan
people is that of making heirlooms of mats.
By some simple process of reasoning the mat
has come to be identified with the family, as
the hearthstone is traditionally sacred among
the Saxon race. Mr. Cooper writes:
If there is one thing about which the Sa-
moans boast,» it is their mats, and they are
really fine specimens of art; in fact, the peo-
ple esteem them more highly than any arti-
cle of European manufacture, and the older
they are the more they are regarded.
Some of them have harnes known all over
the group.
Fui, or “The mat that slept among the creep-
ers.” It got this title from its having been
hidden away for years among ‘the creeping
convolvulus that grows wild along the sea-
shore. It is known to be 200 years old, as
the names of its owners during that long
time can be traced.
The possession of one of these old mats
gives the owner great power; in fact, it is a
title deed to rank and property. It is no
matter if the mats are tattered and worn
out; their antiquity is their value, and for
some of the most cherished of them $500
would be scornfully refused—Youths Com-
panion.
Hay Fever Sufferers.
The number of people annually afflicted
with this annoying malady seems to be
greatly on the increase. * * * The
editor of this'journal is an annual victim,‘
and, with a view to discover a specific
cure, has tried numerous remedies. Of
these Ely’s Cream Balm is by all odds the
quickest and most satisfactory, two appli—
cations usually allaying the usual symp-
toms iu the nose and eyes. We would
recommend its use by all subject to hay
fever, and we gladly bear unsolicited tes-
timony to its efficacy in our own case. *
* *—Media, Pa, Record.
A Vermont horse fancicr’s daughter,
Betsy by name, having reached a mar-
riageable age, her father wrote familiarly
to an old friend: “Bets offered, but no
takers as yet.”
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