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Show FOR BOYS AND GIRLS. SOME GOOD STORIES FOR OUR JUNIOR READERS. Her Promise The Child and ta Daffodil Daffo-dil Flowery Turtle, Our Weekly Story Dorothy's Caller She w the President. Tier Promise Child. Here you come, dear, darling daffodilly. daffo-dilly. How you shiver in your yellow gown! Vou have waked too soon; the winds are chilly, And the trees are still all bare and brown. Daffodil. Jear, I told the bluebird three times over, Last year, just before I went to sleep, I would meet him here, the welcome rover, And you know my promise I must keep. Mira Clarke Parsons. Flowery Turtles. "Arbutus is found! Arbutus 13 found! Hurrah! Hurrah!" These were the first words I heard one beautiful beau-tiful May morning, when I was visiting visit-ing in my sister's country home. Looking through the slats of the blind. I saw my little nephew Rob and his sister Ruth running about the lawn in the greatest delight. Every once in i while Rob would turn a somersault, and then they would both give three :heers. I was greatly puzzled. "Surely It Is too late for arbutus," I thought. "The fragrant pink and white blossoms re always faded by the first of May. Besides, they didn't have any in their hands. What can they be talking about?" As soon as I could dress myself, I went down stairs and found Rob and Ruth by the door. "Oh, don't you want to come and see our turtles?" they both asked. 'We've been waiting for you to come iown for a long time." "Turtles?" I exclaimed in surprise. "What kind of turtles?" "George calls them flowery turtles." said Margaret, "because they're all named after flowers; but they're Just common turtles." "Papa says they're really tortoises," explained Rob, "but everybody here calls them turtles, and they'd think we were trying to be smart if we talked about tortoises." By this time we had reached the pond, which was an expansion of a little brook that flowed through the yard. It was about as large as a good-sized good-sized room, and only a few inches deep. It was shaded by hickory trees, and was a very pretty place. Some birds were taking their morning bath as we came up. "This is Pansy." said Margaret, as she held up a squirming spotted turtle. tur-tle. "Isn't he a beauty?" "Honeysuckle is prettier. Don't you think so. Aunt Kate?" asked Rob, as he handed me another speckled beauty. beau-ty. "The spots seem a little brighter," I replied, trying not to 6how my repugnance re-pugnance to the funny creatures. "Oh, but Arbutus is the very best of all," continued Rob, holding up a queer looking object that gave no sign of life, but seemed to be all shell. "This doesn't look like the others," I said. "I don't see any head or feet. What is the matter with it? Is it dead?" Both the children laughed. "Why, it's a box-turtle," explained Rob. "You see its shell is made with a sort of hinge, so it can close all up as tight as a box. Pretty soon it'll open, and you can see its head al! right. But isn't it a fine one? It's been lost two days, and only just came back this morning." morn-ing." "Was that what all the cheering was about?" I asked. "I heard it, but I had no idea Arbutus could be a turtle." tur-tle." "But don't you think it's a good way to name them?" asked Margaret, anxiously. anx-iously. "You see we wanted to give them the very best names we could, and there's nothing prettier than flowers, flow-ers, but everybody laughs at it, and I thinkit's mean, don't you?" "You have certainly selected very pretty names," I replied, inwardly giving giv-ing thanks that I had not even smiled at the incongruity of seeing an awkward, awk-ward, sprawling turtle called by the name of our most beautiful spring flower. "But here is our sweetest little dear of all." said Margaret, holding up a little one not 'Tger than a silver dollar. dol-lar. "He is "Forget-me-not, because you know forget-me-nots are little bits of flowers. And that big one over in the corner is Jewelweed, and the one over the other side is Hepatica, and that one swimming in the water is White Violet. Haven't we got a fine lot of them?" "You certain have." I replied, beginning be-ginning to get interested. "Where did you ever get them all, and how do you make them stay?" "Don't you see?" said Rob, bringing one to me; and then I noticed that each turtle was tied to a tree or stake by a cord which went through a lit-e lit-e hole in its shell. "It doesn't hurt liem any, because they can't feel anything any-thing in the edge of their shells. I suppose it's just like having our nails cut." "And Te caught them all in the same i.'ook, and we think they're related, or at least friends," said Ruth, "and that's the reason we got so maay, so they wouldn't be lonely or homesick. We make it Just as pleasant for them as we can. and we wouldn't hurt them for anything. You don't think they mind being here, do you. Aunt Kate?" and the blue eyes looked up at me very earnestly. "I shouldn't think they could help liking such a beautiful place," I re plied; "but perhaps after a while the would TTke to go home, Just as you do after you've been away visiting, no matter how pleasant the place is. You could easily tell by cutting their strings some time. If they wanted to stay, they would." "I guess we'll dr. that, after we've taught them to ki?ow their names and a few other thing3," said Rob. "But I'm pretty sure they like it here now. taey are so contented. And you see tiey can.be on the land or water, just a they choose; and we give them meat tc eat, besides the flie3 and things they can get for themselves." "And they never make us any trouble, trou-ble, except by getting their strings twisted sometimes; and every afternoon after-noon we take them for a walk. continued con-tinued Ruth. "I don think they are suffering." I said, as we went back to the house, and I made up my mind that for original orig-inal ways of getting enjoyment, Rob and Ruth would take the lead. Martha Mar-tha Clark Rankin. Dorothy's Caller. Kobody went to the door. Kat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat, again and again little Dorrit heard It She began to feel the "fidgets" creeping up the spine of her back, she told Tortoise. But what did Tortoise care? The fidgets might creep up little Dorrit's back and clear down again, and Tortoise would only 11a on the soft, fur rug and purr snoozily. Rat-tat-tat! It sounded distinct and imperative. It must be at the back kitchen door. Nora must be asleep or gone off somewhere. "Oh, my suz! If I could only go to the door!" netted little Dorothy. Somebody's there a-trying to come in and make a call, and they'll think my mother isn't polite. I don't know," she shook her fluff of gold-colored hair a little severely. "I don't know as it's any politer to stand at folks' doors and keep a-knocking ind a-knocking, when it makes the fiAgeta creep up folks' spines. Seems 's if that isn't polite, too." Rat-tat-tat. Again! "Oh, my! doesn't she want to get In dre-adfully! Maybe she s'poses we're the doctor." Tortoise blinked sleepily on the rug. Little Dorrt that was what papa called Dorothy lay back in her invalid in-valid chair, despairing. Her little crutches were out of reach and Tortoise Tor-toise was nothing but a lazy cat. She must wait for mamma hark! "Mamma! O, mamma!" she called. Yes, mamma was coming down stairs. "Well, then, Dorothy?" "O, mamma.there's somebody knocking knock-ing like everything. She's been doing it most forever. I can hear her Just as plain through the crack of my window. win-dow. Do go quick and let her in!" Mamma listened, too, and pretty soon a little smile curled her lips up. But she only said, "I'll go and see about it, dear." When she got back again, the smile had grown into one of mamma's big, cheery laughs. "She didn't want to come in, after all. little Dorrit." she said. "I invited her and invited her. But she is only Mrs. Woodpecker out doing a little marketing for dinner. How little Dorrit laughed! "But I guess the butcher keeps his door locked, mamma," she said, " 'cording to the way she keeps knocking knock-ing at it!" Annie Hamilton Donnell. Franklin's Self-Culture. Few men have known more than Benjamin Franklin, yet few have had less education, in the common sense of the word. In writing of him in the Century Magazine, Paul L. Ford says: "For not more than two years, at the age of eight to ten, he went to a grammar school and a private school in Boston; for the other fourscore years and more of his life he learned without a teacher. His father's library li-brary was small, but the lad himself spent the little money that came into his hands on serious books and pamphlets. pam-phlets. Having proved deficient in arithmetic arithme-tic in his early youth, he afterwards made a special study of mathematics, and for some time amused himself by constructing all sorts of magical squares and circles, with rows of figures fig-ures that would add up alike whichever which-ever way they were counted.. "Poor Richard" made merry over the "many witty men whose brains cannot fill their bellies," and of those who "would live by their wits, but break for want of stock." "A learned blockhead is a greater blockhead than an ignorant one," he asserted, and claimed that "of learned fools I have seen ten times ten; of unlearned wise men I have seen a hundred." Yet Franklin was far from showing the usual contempt of the self-taught man for an academic education. On his settling in Philadelphia, he found "two things which I regretted," and one of these was "there being no provision pro-vision for the complete education of youth, I therefore in 1743 drew up a proposal for establishing an academy." Saw the President. A little girl walking out with her nurse caught a glimpse of President McKi., as he went in to the breakfast break-fast at the Algonquin club, Boston. Turning to her fraulein, she exclaimed, with extreme satisfaction, "Well, I'm thankful that I have seen Geo' Washington!" Toyland In Tyrol. On a bench in a chimney corner of the first house they called at sat three boys of Rosie's age or thereabout. Each held in his right hand a rude gouge, and each punched away at a block of wood with little, quick.apparently reckless reck-less strokes that in a short time transformed trans-formed the object attacked into a fairly fair-ly good semblance of a mountain goat. An old grandmother, in her arm chair, made a specialty of chipping out the horns, as she had done for the past twenty years. The father and mother were also at work upon goats, but of a more finished sort, and looked up, smiling and cheerful, to answer the compliments upon their skill. On the shelves of this cottage stood row upon up-on row of the same animals. Upon the threshold of the next dwelling the good wife sat fashioning a no less stately apparition than "my lord, the elephant." Her husband, employed Indoors In-doors upon a camelopard, exhibited with satisfaction the Tyrolean version in wood of this product of Asiatic or African climes. Other houses revealed reveal-ed beasts of high or low degree in numbers enough to stock one of Rud-yard Rud-yard Kipling's jungle books. In one trim little chalot the prevailing industry in-dustry was the red monkey without a tail that (until broken) perpetually ascends and falls over a rod. St. Nicholas. The Bee's Basket. Every bee carries his market basket round his hind legs. Any one examining examin-ing the body of the bee through a microscope will observe that on the hind legs of the creature there is a fringe of stiff hairs on the surface, the hairs approaching each other at the tips so as to form a sort of cage. This is the bee's basket, and Into it, after a successful journey, he will cram enough pollen to last him for two or three days. . . An Inducement. Teacher "You should be very careful care-ful what you say, Johnny. Do you know what will become of you if you keep on telling stories?" Johnny (who reads the papers) "Yes'm; I'll get jn vltations to all the big dinners when I grow up and become a United States senator from New York." A Los Angeles girl Is credited with having been engaged seventeen times. She has been dubbed the' ""Queen of Fiancee FATAL INDIAN FEUD. WIDOW OP MURDERED DUCK SHOOTS SLAYER. Ova a Decade Ago the Vow Wm Mail Whose Fulfillment Worked Snob Bloody Results Elements of a Great Flay. (Special Letter.) The feud of a quarter of a century standing between Black Heart and Lone Wolf, two Cheyenne Indians, has at last ended in death. Black Heart was shot and killed by Lone Wolf on the reservation in Oklahoma a short time ago, and two hours later Black Heart's squaw killed her " husband's murderer by shooting four bullets into tis heart. The tragedy was briefly reported re-ported in the newspapers at the time, for killings are very common among the Cheyennes. The fact that a squaw killed her husband's murderer was just a trifle unique in Oklahoma. Usually the widowed one marries the slayer. The story of the feud is told as follows fol-lows by Little Bull, ex-chief of the Cheyennes and Arapahoes: Black Heart and Lone Wolf were born of the same mother; but the father of Black Heart was a -chief in the Gros Ventres clan of the Cheyennes. the aristocrats of the race, while the father of Lone Wolf was just a common Southern Cheyenne Indian. These children were both taken from their mother at an early age, but when Lone Wolf grew up to be large enough he returned to his mother and lived with her. Black Heart, the other fon, heard of it. He went back to his mother's tent also. She spurned him because he was an aristocrat and because of this he slew her with his own hand. '.Over the dead body of his mother. Lone Wolf made a vow that some day he would kill his half-brother for this atrocious deed. The recent shooting was the fulfillment ful-fillment of the vow. The brothers resided re-sided in Northern Minnesota at the time Black Heart killed his mother, but later separated and Anally met in i Oklahoma ten years ago. They have lived side by side ever since. When Lone Wolf made the vow that he would kill his brother some day he did not mean that he would shoot him in the back. Indian brothers do not do this, at least Lone Wolf vowed he would give his brother a fair chance to defend himself. Since then he has met his mother's murderer many times upon the public road, but as Black Heart was never armed, his brother would not shoot. A recent Sunday was the occasion of a big wolf hunt on the Cheyenne and Arapahoe reservations reser-vations in Southern Oklahoma. Among the many other Indians who prepared to go were these two brothers. When they met on the hunting ground Lone Wolf drew hla gun on Black Heart and said: "Make ready. I am going to avenge the murder of my mother twenty-five years ago." Then before his brother could take aim he fired four shots and killed Black Heart instantly. in-stantly. When he went back home and sat down to supper, several hours later, Black Heart's squaw thrust a gun through the window and shot him. The fathers of both Indians died many years ago In Minnesota. The two widowed wid-owed squaws live yet and each have a son. These boys will doubtless be brought up to hate each other. Perhaps Per-haps the feud is not yet ended. Baneful Church Members. From The Baptist Outlook: Is it right to pray to the Lord to take home to heaven those in the church who are plainly a detriment to the cause of Christ? We pray for the Lord to spare the good when critically ill. Why not with equal reverence ask Him to take away those who are the bane of the church? It is not to be done in hatred, but in pure love for humanity. It is not to be done irreverently. It is not to be done with the least purpose to help it along. But reverently, lovingly, with a submissive spirit to endure the brother or sister if the Lord wills, why not pray for his taking off? If it is right to pray the Lord to preserve the helpful ones, why. not pray the Lord to take home to heaven the cantankerous, cantanker-ous, converted ones? We may be mistaken mis-taken In judgment, of course. So we may be in praying for others to live. We pray according to our best judgment, judg-ment, but submissively. Why will not this work both ways? It seems to us I that the "removal" of certain ones would be among the greatest blessings to be desired by some churches. Why la It wrong for us to pray for the prosperity of Zlon as it seems to us to be wisest, leaving all to Him who knows? There is much in prayer. Possibly the reason some good men He Is because there is no agonizing prayer for them to live. Possibly the reason some men in the way of the progress to the church remain Is be-;ause be-;ause there Is simply agonizing because they abide, but no agonizing prayer for their taking off. If they knew the church was agonizing in' prayer for their removal they might reform. The :burch may be at fault for not asking for what they really desire . and feel would be for the benefit of society. The church should do its duty. Typewriters Nearly SOO Tears A Jo." It is generally supposed that . the typewriting machine Is quite a modern invention, but there is a record in the archives in-the English patent office j for 1714 of an application for a patent such a machine. Exactly 100 years LONE WOLF'S LAST HOUR. Inter tit ttfm ef Bala ft Wrigfct p. pltei far a ilif great, 4 1 ftFBfittes 6i ifcelf mefeiiM ftsr44 m basta tfct envied ft Mf, TfcSFfcBT, ft the r ear ISSi a Fressssaa nstmH Fossil Qbtifie4 ftft Engiisft p&imt for & Very" ifigenfettaty" 6ficv"4 WTiU lng machine, which" Wa9 shdwfl Ja tnd great exhibitiofl 6f the" Em fSaf AS4 Created no fm-li psnaatloti. SOMETHING ABOUT WART3. Some mtorIcal Pfroim V?fif ft at 4 Kind Th'iu. The doctors excuse their Incompetence Incompe-tence by declaring that these nuisances disappear as a child grow3 older, I profess to believe them. No one In the household remember3 the historic case of Cromwell, fortunately. Hla warts did not vanish; you see them 43 plain as his nose on the mask taken after death preserved at Warwick castle. cas-tle. And there is Cicero; not that he himself had warts, to speak of, though I have seen that statement in a school-boo'.c school-boo'.c recently. It was an ancestor of hi3 who won distinction that way, astonishing the Roman public with an excrescence on the tip ol his nose of trefoil shape. Wherefore they call him Cicero, vetch, and the nickname clung to the family. It is rath?r comforting than otherwise to learn that the heroes and sages of old were afflicted with warts. Even the "Godlike Greeks" had them, as Lncian te'ls ns in passing, and their mothers apnlied to old women for charms. The doctors were as helpless then as now, of course, with more excuse. Pall Mall Magazine. Maga-zine. CAPT. COGHLON'S COURTSHIP. Terre Haute, Ind. When Capt. Joe Coghlan of the Raleigh, met Miss Julia Barbour at a dance in this city twenty-four years ago. it was a case of love at first sight. He had come here to visit the wife and daughters of Col. Philip Fouke, congressman from the Bellville, 111., district. The daughters daugh-ters were attending St. Agnes Seminary, Sem-inary, and Mrs. Fouk was staying at the hotel to be with them here. Coghlan Cogh-lan had been reared by Col. Fouke and was sent to Annapolis by him. At the hotel he met some of the young men of the city, and they invited him to attend their dancing club. When he met Miss Barbour be asked the gentleman gentle-man who had escorted her to the dance for his numbers on her card. That was the beginning of the courtship. He had intended remaining in Terre Haute only a few days, but Instead he remained here all summer, spending the full term of his leave, laying siege to the hand of Miss Barbour. He was a very witty, jovial fellow, and waa much liked, notwithstanding his habit of speaking his mind freely, a habit which twice since has caused him to lose numbers in the line of promotion. In the last instance of the kind he said some things about Mr. Cleveland which were more forcible than tactful. Mrs. Coghlan is a niece of Col. W. E. McLean, formerly deputy commissioner commission-er of pensions. Col. McLean aaya MRS. JOSEPH B. COGHLAN. Capt. and Mrs. Coghlan will make a visit here if he can secure a leave of absence. Electilc Hells Rang by the Snu. Prof. Torvald Kohl of the Odder observatory, ob-servatory, Denmark, reports that when the huge sun spot of September last was crossing the solar meridian, magnificent mag-nificent auroral lights flashed across the heavens, and the electric bells in the great telegraph station at Fred-ericia Fred-ericia rang without any visible cause. The telegraphic service in Denmark was disturbed for hours during tho auroral display. Prof. Kohl thinks that the agency of the sun in producing pro-ducing the phenomena was evident. Similar exhibitions of "wireless telegraphy" teleg-raphy" between the sun and the earth have been noted in the past. Very Natural. A little boy and girl were standing at the bedside of a sick mother, who were administering .words of caution to the pair. They were going out to tea, and the mother said, as she kissed her son: "Now, dear, mind and not be too boisterous." His little sister pensively pen-sively rtmarked, as she said good-by: "Mustn't I be girlsterous. mamma?" Too Maar Workers. Philander Instead of going around and begging, why don't you go to work and earn your living? I believe you don't want to work. The Bum Sayf boss, there's so many others workin" that I don't see as It would be important impor-tant whether I help 'em or not. Some men will not worship God because be-cause God will not worship them, A MUSICAL MARVEL. THAT WILL SOME DAY ASTON-ISH ASTON-ISH MUSIC LOVERS. Eight Tear Old Girl Flays Many Instruments Instru-ments John Philip Sonsa Believes In Her Future. Sarins; That liar Music Is Really Wonderful, Lina Marsh, a frail little creature, 8 years of age, with great, half-frightened eyes, is the musical phenomenon that St. Louis will some day contribute contrib-ute to the artistic world. If she lives her parents, Mr. and Mrs. I. M. Marsh of 2806 North Broadway, think Lina will some day astonish all lovers or music. John Philip Sousa will probably prob-ably claim that he discovered the child prodigy, for he spent nearly two hours with her one day during his last visit here, and, placing his hand upon her head, declared that the child was a genius. "Her music is wonderful and her ear perfect. She has an intelligent intelli-gent recognition of harmony that is very musical and far beyond her years. She should not be allowed to practice until she is 11 years old, but should romp like other children." After giving giv-ing this advice the famous musician presented Lina with autograph score of his operas, "The Charlatan' "Bride-Elect," and of hi3 "Stars, and Stripes March." As a token of good fellowship he added his photograph. Lina expresses her remarkable powers upon the piano in the lighter work of Beethoven, Haydn, Mozart, and Bach, but she can play upon either a mandolin, man-dolin, piccolo, cornet, clarinet or au-toharp. au-toharp. Upon none of these latter instruments in-struments has she received instruction. instruc-tion. Her intuitive genius seems to be the Instinct of sound recognition and the power of extraordinary memory. mem-ory. Her reading of music is done as glibly as many of the most proficient musicians could do. She can run scales as rapidly as a lightning calculator cal-culator foots up figures. Given a melody mel-ody with which the child is familiar, she dictates every note from memory for the performer to follow upon the instrument. Listening in a room adjoining ad-joining the one in which any instrument instru-ment is being played, she can reduce the notes to the proper score. Transposing Trans-posing and arranging music is her pastime. Without any hesitation she rearranges an entire theme to suit the various instruments of an orchestra. She can indicate the movements of the instruments over each note. Any sound she reproduces In the proper key upon the piano keyboard. Not the least astonishing are her powers in improvising. She has composed a number of pieces of music which have been played by local orchestras. Prof. Waldemar Malmene, Lina's instructor, is very modest when talking about his pupil. He believes that, if she lives, the world will profit by her being of It. He has recently composed for her ."Pairles Frolic," a caprice mazurka, in the key of A major, bright, sparkling in tone, and full of intricate arpeggia passage. Lina played the composition composi-tion off readily. So acute is the ear of this child that she had reduced such nefses as steamboat whistles, street car bells, the voices of her acquaintances, acquain-tances, to the proper pitch upon the piano. At school she stands in the first ranks and In all other ways Is a girl who likes to frolic. As a piece of fun she plays on the piano "Yankee Doodle" with the right hand, "Blue Bells of Scotland" with the left, while she sings a Mother Goose melody. Mr. Marsh, who is a music teacher, will repress re-press Lina's talent until 6he has become be-come more mature, when his daughter will be placed under the direction of the best musical Instruction he can afford. af-ford. Lina was born at Delavan, 111., Feb. 11. 1890. About Pearls. We no longer hear of single pearls of the fabulous value of those possessed pos-sessed by Cleopatra, Servllia, Philip II., Philip IV., and Leo X., worth at least 3,000,000 francs of our present money. In 1875 the Australian pearl fisheries produced a pearl worth 45,-000 45,-000 francs. In 1883, at Nicol Bay, a baroque pearl was found, composed of seven distinct pearls forming a cross. Its value was immense. In 1882 the pearl beds of California yielded a pearl worth 40,000 francs. Sets of pearls may be very costly. Pearl necklaces worth 1,000,000 francs are not uncommon in Paris or New York, but the caskets of princes and of millionaires cannot rival those of ancient Rome. They have nothing to compare with ths magnificence of that 'Lallia Paulina, whose grandsire, Lallius, so cruelly oppressed the Eastern princes, and finally fin-ally poisoned himself, Pliny tells U3, "in order that his granddaughter might display to the torchlights an adornment adorn-ment costing 40,000,000 sesterces." ifM of French Brides. Only 13 out of 100 young women marry between the ages of 15 and 20 years In France. From 20 to 25 years the average is 60 out cf 100. The further fur-ther from, her 25th year the maid travels trav-els the slimmer are her chances for marriage; still up to 30 years the nuptial nup-tial chimes ring out for 22 out of 100. Maids from 30 to 35 years old have 12 chances in 100; from 35 to 40 years, 6, and from 40 to 45 years, only 5 in 100. There is only one lucky female in 100 who marries when between 45 and 50 years old. It must not be supposed, sup-posed, however, that after 50 oblivion covers the hearts of belated maids. Even between the years of 60 and 65 there is a chance for one maid among 365. The strongest competitors maids have to encounter are the widows, for they marry with equal, if not better, chances than their single sisters. Solidified Spirits for Fuel. A new idea in candles has been evolved by a German chemical manufacturer. manu-facturer. It is simply a mass of solidified solid-ified spirits pressed into cylindrical form and distributed in round tin boxes. The solid spirits burn readily and need no wick to make them applicable appli-cable for heating or cooking purposes. The flame can be extinguished like that of a chafing-dish lamp, after which the little surface spirits, which became liquefied by the heat of the flame, resume their hard and waxy consistency in a few minutes. . Modern Word -Making. The word "bicycle" is one of the newest of accepted English words. It had an easy victory over its predecessors. predeces-sors. Velocipede was good enough for several generations, apd before that the machines were known as manlve-lociter, manlve-lociter, bi vector and patent-accelerator. The inventor of the word bicycle died in the hope that "bike" as an abbreviation ab-breviation would never become popular. popu-lar. If you count your meridians from Christ, you may wander where you" will, TH3 "GUIDES'' OF INDIA. A Famous and Splended Corps The Regimental Spirit. Before 1895 our frontier post was Mardan "Mardan, where the Guides are." Here, ever since Its foundation, that famous and splendid corps has been quartered in the intervals of campaigns which have consistently added to the luster of its record, says G. W. Steevens in the London Mall. The only corps in India, except the Gurkha battalion, which has permanent perma-nent quarters, the Guic'.es have made Mardan less of a station than a regimental regi-mental home. Here are its family heirlooms the mess-walls covered with heads of buffalo and ibex, antelope ante-lope and mountain sheep, with banners ban-ners taken from the enemy, and queer Greco-Buddhist statuary excavated out of the neighboring hills. Here is the regimental cemetery full now and overflowing into a new one and an arch and little garden tardily created by government to the memory mem-ory of the handfjl cf the corps who died at post round Cavagnari in Kabul. Ka-bul. Also the little swimming bath in the officers' garden, the fort with sentries of many types here a Sikh, there an Afridi, a Gurkha, a Rajput, a Dogra for "God's Own" is composed of the pick of all the fighting races of India. In enormous long white trousers Sepoys and Sowars walk placidly about their home and the home of their fathers; for the fighting fight-ing native puts down his young son for the Guides as you might at home for the Travelers. You come across a native officer of forty-two years' service straight away to before the mutiny a smiling, little old gentleman, gentle-man, whose dyed beard only just matches the mahogany of his skin. He regrets, politely, that the Guides were not able to appear at Omdurman. and remarks, as an incentive to my future efforts, that he himself saw a war correspondent killed at Landakai. Every officer or man you meet has the air of a gentleman taking his ease in his own house. Mardan is the concrete con-crete epitome of the spirit that makes a regiment the only satisfactory translation I ever met of the words esprit de corps. The Sets at Work. The angry ocean has been at it again. The mingled stories of affright and courage have made all our sympathies to tingle. Oh, cruel sea, pity theral "No," says the sea, "I never pity. I swallowed the Ville du Havre, and the Arctic, and the Central America, and the Schiller, and the Utopia. My playthings play-things are shipwrecks, my wine is made out of the fears of nations." It seems that every shipwreck must give to the world an illustration of the greatest doctrine of the Bible, namely, vicarious suffering. Those sailors, in the face of almost certain death, plunged into the sea to rescue some of the sinking passengers, and go down never to rise. Vicarious sacrifice! Who can watch those brave sailors swamped without thinking of the greatest deed of these nineteen centuries, cen-turies, the pushing out of the Chieftain of the universe to take the human race off the wreck of a world! Oh. how often has the sea witnessed scenes of self-sacrifice! Christian Herald. What NextT Things seem all adrift. So much unreasonable un-reasonable talk and mere senseless clatter about the attitude this country coun-try ought to take concerning the Philippine Phil-ippine archipelago, leave many people peo-ple in bewilderment. The fact Is that THE NEW SPRING WALK. &&sk Him I The new spring skirts are long. This calls for a new way to hold up the dress skirt and for a new walk. The new spring walks needs a pair of very I high boot heels. The step Is short and mincing to show the underskirt, or petticoat, which Is very elaborate. The " neu way to hold up the dress skirt requires re-quires a little rehearsal. To Co H God is managing these affairs, and oui statesmen need especial guidance Those public men who talk as thougk they could foresee the result of th AmerlcO-Spanish conflict know nc more about what will next happen than the humblest man or woman whe reads these lines. The true attltudt fa- those of us who are not legislators, legisla-tors, is to pray and wait. Not on man in America could have a year a$c foretold what has already happens. Something as sudden and startling at the destruction of the Maine may occur oc-cur within a month to upset all prophecies. proph-ecies. Fevered and angry discussion, in and out of congress, is most inappropriate inap-propriate and bad. Equipoise, faith. prayerfulne6s are the moods we should all cultivate. Christian Herald. SOME FISH. How the Middy Managed te root the Sub-Lieutenant. The followers of Izaak Walton on board a man-of-war are wont to ply the gentle art (with a line alone) from over the ship's side during the evening, even-ing, says the Cornhill. A sub-lieutenant, who was not particularly liked by his Junior messmates, was one day so engaged, when a midshipman, seeing see-ing the line depending from the "chains" above, reached out of one of the main deck ports and gave it a couple of vio.ent tugs, in imitation of a fish biting. Up the line was hauled with alacrity, but, of course, with no result. Once again the "sub" essayed to catch this big fish that had given him so heavy a bite. This time the middy's plan was more elaborate, for, getting a companion to keep the necessary nec-essary strain upon the upper portion, he hauled up the lower part of the fishing line and attached to the hooks an old shoe, an empty bottle, a holystone holy-stone and a sardine tin. Having carefully care-fully lowered these to the full extent of the line, he gav it a more powerful power-ful pull than ever, and the expectant fisherman above hauled In as fast as he cou'd, hand over hand. But his language when he discovered the nature na-ture of his "catch" is too much to ask even an unfortunate compositor to set up in cold type. She WouMirt He Buncoed. Not every woman is helpless in combating com-bating the difficult details of travel. One who is preparing to sail the latter part of this month applied to the steamship company, from which she has engaged passage, for a passport. She was informed that for first-class passage the charge would be $5, sec-anl-class $3 and steerage $1. It struck her that this was too much for one who was proposing to travel on an exceedingly ex-ceedingly economical basis. She, therefore, there-fore, wrote to the passport department depart-ment at Washington, procured the necessary blanks, filled them out before be-fore a notary and got her papers foi less than a dollar. Telephones In Germany. Consul Schumann writes from Mainz, February 28, 1899: "The telephone tele-phone service of Germany is controlled con-trolled and managed by the Department Depart-ment for Posts and Telegrphs. The i rates are low, the charge for a local telephone being $38.55 per annum, including in-cluding the rental of the instrument. The service, however, is lacking in enterprise. en-terprise. I applied on February 20 to have a telephone placed in my residence, res-idence, and was told that the connection connec-tion could not possibly be made before be-fore May or June, as they did not string wires In winter." properly you must begin right. Let her who would acquire the art begin by reaching down as low as possible on each side of the skirt. Then let her grasp her skirt with both hands. Lift uu both sides evenly until the hands are at the waist line. This lifts the dress skirt and shows the beautiful silk petticoat to advantage. OUR BUDGET OF FUN. SOME OOOD JOKES. ORIGINAL AND SELECTED. A Variety f Jokes ODm and Iron lea. OrtfftauU and Selected Jet m ftrosa the TTae ef ante Witty Say In its. A Scientific Grandpapa. "6e. grandpa, my flower!" she orled; "I found it In the passes P' and with a kindly smile the saga Surveyed it throug-a his glasses. , "Ah. yea," he said, "lnvoluerate and all the floret Mnfulato, , Corolla funopetaJoua, Cempoejltaa, exogenous k pretty specimen It la. Taraxacum dsas-leoats!" She took the blossom back a rain. His face her wistful eye on; "I thought." aha said, with quivering Hp, "It was a dandelion!" Margaret Johnson In St. Nicholas, A Trying Moment. Slugem (from the West) Say. yoang feller, if yer don't keep your end of dat contract, yer'll hear something-drop! something-drop! A Bel it cone Tonth. The boy is still father to the manj A certain prominent political hustler who. like the British tar in "Pinafore," "Pina-fore," is ever ready with his fists, showed his pugilistic taste at an early age. The first day he went to school the family was. of course, anxious to know his impression of the new occupation. "Well. Sammy," said his father, "what did you learn your first day at school?" Straightening up and assuming a bellicose attitude, Sam replied, "Father, "Fath-er, I learned I can lick every boy in my class." A few days later his love of pugilism and frequent battles led to his expulsion. expul-sion. He came home that day and surprised his good mother with the remark. "Well, mother, thank the Lord I have been turned out." Cleveland Cleve-land Plaindealer. Be Had Reason to Ron. The man came out of an office building build-ing on the run and started down the street. "Here! Here!" cried the policeman on the corner. "What's your hurry?" "There's a man back there trying to sell me a book on twenty-eight weekly Instalments of 2.33 each!" cried the victim. The policeman instantly released his hold. "Run!" he cried. "Run like a whitehead! white-head! Maybe you can get away from him yet!" Chicago Post. Any Way to Uet In. "He comes not!" she faltered, wringing wring-ing her hands. The hour of the tryst was long past. "He will never come!" cried the distracted dis-tracted girl. "But happily I know a neat song and dance which will perhaps per-haps enable me to earn my living. Let her go, professor!" The audience thundered applause, appreciating at once the exquisite art with which the specialty had been interpolated in-terpolated In the melodrama. Detroit Journal. The Purpose. "This court martial hasn't anything to do with canned beef, has it?" asked the Spanish admiral. ."No," answered the officer; "we merely want to see about the manner in which our battleships were put In brine." Washington Star. A Needless Question. Housekeeper "How about the people peo-ple In the flat above have they any children?" Agent "Mercy, no! The general secretary sec-retary of the Mother's Mutual Experience Experi-ence Association lives there." Chicago News. The Frond Father. "My boy says his ambition is to grow up to be a man Just like his father." "I wouldn't let that worry me. When I was your boy's age I had a burning desire to be a pirate." Indianapolis In-dianapolis Journal. Getting His Own Baok. Slender Individual (wh, is not at all comfortable) These 'busses ought to charge by weight The Fat 'Un (sharply) Ah! If they did. they would never stop to pick you up! Ally Sloper. Two Points of Tlew. "My children," said the poor man, sadly, "are crying for bread." "Which shows," replied the rich, man, coldly, "how much you have to be thankful for. Now, mine are crying for bon bons." Brooklyn Life. The Rating Passion. "When did they discover that the burglar was a woman?" "When she looked in the glass to see if her mask was on straight" Tit-Bits. The Entree. "They should not allow one Indigent Indi-gent immigrant from Europe to land in this country." "Not one, papa,- unless he has a title, "-Life. |