\ at Some WASHINM CHAT. Correspondence News. George B. Cortelyou has been sworn in as Secretary of Com merce. A wireless telegraph system across the Pacific is projected. “No cloture” but physical ex haustion is the pi’actice of the senate this session. The construction of the Pan ama canal is almost assured. Miss Roosevelt is having an opportunity to learn how enjoy able and comprehensive is south ern hospitality. New York is at last making a praiseworthy war on' the “get rich quick” concerns. The unspeakable Turk is get ting civilized too fast. IK‘ has repudiated his debts and invest ed his saviujis in guns and am munition. A house of representatives quarreling over the White House laundry bill is picayune states manship. The women of Kansas recently cuLiio within one vote of securing the. same rights as men, even to sitting in the electoral college. It has become a question whether Senator Quay is for statehond or for blociiade. Mr. Baliour aptly says that the task of embittering the rela tions between nations is an easy one. Some one should give the trusts a pointer. It is not deco rous for their stocks to go up just after the passage of an anti trust program Anottier farewell tour by Patti will a least make many antiquated con o* I .> ieei young again. Thereare man^’^ overhead wires •' li. '» .]d be buried without •' ••"""' »'obbers. MY CAT AND I. ^ The wind blows shrill and the night Is chill And the black clouds hide the moon, And the raindrops splash on the window s£^sh In a lazy, lonesome tune; But the fire burns low, with a rosy glow. As the sif tiner cinders die. And we sit and dre>am in its cosy irleAin— My old gray cat and L ( The smoke*wreaths curl from war pipe and whirl Aloft in the dusky gloom. And the buzsing burr of the cat's soft purr Hums low through the raftered room; And the raging roul of the storm, withoiat. May scream in the chimney, high. We’re blithe to-night, by the lire's warm light— My old gray cat and I. The squire may stand by his hearth so grand. In his palace rich and old» But his haughty breast has a deep unrest. For he fears for his bonds and gold; No wealth have we, so our hearts are free, And our cot is warm and dry, "We feel no care, in our easy chair— My old gray cat and I. From its well-worn hook, in th» ehlraney's nook, I take my fiddle down. And snug^ly in, ’neath my grizzled chin, I cuddle its breast of*brown; And the straiif^at rings from the crooning strings Bids grief to the four winds fly. While the sweet notes swell, we know so well— My old gray cat and I. For Puss, old chum, whate’er may come. You’re still a comrade true, Throuerh shine or rain you ne’er complain, So here’s Rood health to you; The best of luck, my ancient buck. While old Time hurries by; Till this v.’orld ends w&’ll be fast frlend»~ My old gray cat and I. —Joe Lincoln, in L. A. W. Bulletin. Cheedle’s Past! CHEEDLE has lately acquired a past. Out of his imagination he has built up a lurid conceptiou of his sinful bachelor self which iright-ens him. The other day I tried to reassure him, quite unsuccessfully. •‘Mj’ dear Cheedle,” I said, “you have nothing whatever to reproach yourself with.” “Ah, if I could only believe that!” be sighed out. “But you know as well as I do what sort of a life I used to lead.” “Cloistral?” said I. “Fiendish I ” said he. “I was a devil of a fellow.” “Why, we used to call you a saints” I said. “0, in irony, you mean?” “No, in all sincerity. Of course we didn’t let you know. We thought it might offend you.” ‘‘Now, iny dear Wroughtnight,” said he, “let me give you a word in seasr.n/* “Thanks. But—as tie servan" -Is say—I ni’ver accept valuable t s All men are not like your husband, you know.” ♦‘Why don’t you get martried, too?’* “Marriage would not alter me.” said I, gloomily. “It has altered Josle.” “I beg your pardon. Mrs. Cheedile. It has not altered him in the least.** She grew pale. “What do you mean?” ehe gasped. “I know him so well, you see.** She half arose. “You mean to tell me—** “A saint, Mrs. Chee-dle,” I cried, ear nestly; “an angel in trousers.” “Don’t be absurd,” she said, laugh ing. “I assure you, Mrs. Cheedle^” «aid I, “that a more innocent man than your husband does not walk this earth.” Extraordinary as it may appear, she was greatly annoyed. “Nonsense!” she said, sharply. “There is no more vice in him than in a kitten,” said I. “He was always like that.” “Of course, you are his friend. You would be sure to say so. It’s loyal and nice of you, but I—you can’t dieceive me.” Evidently no man is a saint to the woman who loves him! “I have no wish to do so.” said I. “There is no need.” dear Mr. Wroughtnight,” said i>he, with thinly veiled impatience, “do you honestly maintain that Josieisany better, morally, than the average man?” “Incalculably better,” Mftid I. “Then you are mistaken.” “Really, I think not. We used to call him the Saint.” “The Saint! Ilowabsurd!” “It was a saying among us: 'As in nocent as Cheedle!’ ” “Nonsense!” she said, again, flashing angrily. “I don’t believe itl” I bowed and was silent. “All men are moxe or less alike,” said she. I did. not reply. “Oh, was I rude? I beg your pardon. Do be nice. Mr. Wroughtnight.” “You asked my opinion of Joseph Saunders Cheedle, I gave it,” said I, honestlj'. “But you may be mistaken, Mr. Wroughmight.’* “Of course,” said I, “I admit that. ' 3'ou don’t mind, Mrs. Cheedle, we * change the subject.^’ She looked at me gl-" second's. 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