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Show Stories By and About Some Notable Persons. . t Miss Ethel Barrymore, at a dinner In Denver, described a very beautiful and very poor English girl. "Perhaps an American millionaire will marry her some day," she said. "I sincerely hope so. She is 25 years of age now. But, at least. If she doesn't get many proposals, she is extremely popular." "A rich heiress of rather forbidding aspect was talking to her one day. "'I had five offers of marriase last week,' the heiress said, complacently. " 'You are more fortunate than I, said the pretty girl. 'I only get declarations declara-tions of love.' " Dr. B. B. Norland of Wheatley. Minn., is said to hold that mosquitoes bring about marriages, the same mosquito. mos-quito. In the summer time biting a young man and a maid and thus causing caus-ing a transfusion of blood and a mutual affection. "I did say that mosquitoes caused marriages." admitted Dr. Norland the other day, "but the statement, was a signed to good stories. I covered them well and therefore I liked the business. "Once, though, a horrible misadventure misadven-ture befell me. , I had .interviewed a' millionaire's wife, and, as the. lady had been very kind and obliging, I wanted. In my article, ar-ticle, to say only such things as would please her. "In one paragraph I put the sentence: " 'Immense diamonds sparkled In her ears.' "The compositor and the proofreader must have been 111, or something, for next morning the sentence ran; " 'Diamonds sparkled in her immense ears.' " Dr. L. L. Taylor, the Brooklyn clergyman clergy-man whose sermons are now transmitted trans-mitted to Invalid and deaf parishioners by telephone, has an apt way of bringing bring-ing out a point with an anecdote. . At a men's meeting he said recently: "Fathers ought to consider their children chil-dren and look out for them more than they do. Men, do you always see to it that each little mouth gets all the steak 1A m racetious one. to take it senousiy is a mistake a ludicrous mistake, like that which Black, the artist, made. "Black lived near here. He was a handsome chap, but poor. He fell in love with Nancy Lee, a rich sea captain's cap-tain's daughter. "And his auit prospered, though he pressed It very timidly, fearing that rich old Skipper Lee would not care to see his darling Nancy marry a poverty-stricken poverty-stricken artist. "As to Nancy's mind, there was no question; she loved Black ardently. "He sat with her one night in the parlor, with the light lowered, when suddenly from the next room, Captain Lee's gruff voice shouted: " 'Leggo that painter!' "Poor, timid, mistaken Black drew away from the girl, grabbed his hat and darted out into the road, but Nancy, Nan-cy, overtaking him, explained that her father was talking in his sleep and that a painter, in sea language, meant only a small rope." David Belasco was talking about stage realism. "It may go too far," he said: "it Is a dangerous thing." He smiled. "A stage manager." ho said, "once u wsmi: "Over In Brooklyn the other day a boy entered a butcher's and said: " 'Gimme a pound o' steak rump or round and let,it be good and tough.' "The butcher was amused. He laughed. " 'What do you want It tough for? he asked. " ' 'Cause If It's tender.' said the boy, 'father eats It all up himself, but if it's tough us children gets a whack at it.' " Stanislaus Henkels, Philadelphia's authority on books and autographs, was describing the Gov. Pennypacker library. - Suddenly he paused and laughed. "That was an error," he said. "If such an error as that got into print I would feel as uncomfortable as 'the lawyer's wife. "This lawyer's wife lived uptown and one evening her husband brought a friend home with him to dinner. " 'There Is only one bottle of wine,' the lawyer's wife whispered to him in the hall. 'That's a glass around. Ion't ask Brown to have more. He might accept, ac-cept, and then where would we be?' " 'Very well, dear,' said the lawyer. "But at dinner he asked Brown again and again to have more wine. Brown, though, refused steadily and firmly. A dozen times he was urged to drink. A dozen times he declined with great determination. de-termination. " "James, what ailed you at dinner? cried the wife as soon as Brown was gone. 'Didn't I tell you there was only one bottle of wine? Why did you Insist In-sist so on Mr. Brown's having more wine, more wine, more wine?' " 'My dear,' said the lawyer, 'I forgot entirely.' "Hla wife frowned impatiently. " 'But what did you suppose I was kicking you under the table for?" she asked. "The lawyer, puzzled, answered: " 'My dear, you didn't kick me.' " As the fearless white man entered the kraal of the native king, a salute was sounded on a drum of serpent skin and six warriors with necklaces of human teeth rattling about their ebon throats, led him before a rough Ivory dais, on which sat a majestic and formidable figure. "Hail," said the white man. And. without loss of time, he took out one of hli brass watches, wound it up and showed Its works to the dusky monarch. "This marvel," he said, "I will give your majesty, making you the envy of all men and of all tribes. In return for onely six tusks of not less than seventy pounds' weight each." The king took the watch, produced a monocle from a pouch hidden in his shield, and, after a moment's study of the brass trinket, returned it with a languid smile. "Last year." he added. "In London. I exchanged an old wooden warclub for a bushel of these things, and, by Jove, there wasn't one of them that ran above a week." Chicago Chronicle. naa a suoorainate witn realistic iaeas. The manager was producing a play containing a snowstorm and the subordinate subor-dinate had charge of the snow. " 'Confound you.' said the manager at the end of the snowstorm scene, "what on earth did you mean by making the snow out of brown paper?' "'Ain't the scene laid In London?' asked the other. '"Yes. But what of that?' " 'Well, that's the color of London snow,' " Hall Cair.e was praising the American autumn. "I visited in October." he said, "the country house of a New York man. It was In New England, on a mountain side, and the splendid colors of the foliage fo-liage the scarlets and golds and innumerable innu-merable flame-like tints gave to the still forest an indescribable magnificence. magnifi-cence. "And the leaves fell in a rain of color through the transparent air. In the garden $ne afternoon I heard a gardener gar-dener say to his little son: " 'I wish you would rake up these dead leaves in a pile.' " 'Oil. I don't feel like it.' whined the boy. 'My back's sore and I've irot a cramp in my wrist and there's growing pains in my leg.' " 'After you've got 'em raked up," went on the gardener calmly, 'you can make a nice, big bonfire out of them and Jump over it.' "The boy began to whoop and leap. "'Hurrah: he shouted. 'Where's the rake?' " Mrs. John P. Newman, Bishop Newman's New-man's widow, whi proposes to found a kindergarten In Jerusalem, has a great affection for children and a great store of children's anecdotes. Anent an embarrassing situation, she said one day: "This reminds me of a dinner that a Denver woman gave during a Methodist Metho-dist convention in her city. "The dinner was sumptuous. The leading lights of the church and of the State were there. A presiding elder, in taking a drink of water, broke a glass. "The hostess began to assure the elder el-der that the accident was of no consequence, conse-quence, but her well-modulated voice was easily overpowered by the loud shout of her little son. " 'Oh, mamma,' he cried, 'it's one of the borrowed ones, isn't It?'-" Miss Miriam Mlchelson, the successful success-ful novelist, was a few years ago a reporter. re-porter. Of her life as a reporter she said recently: re-cently: "I usually had good luck. I was as- |