Mutiny Quelled by
Uprising of Turbulent Russian
Soldiers Quickly Ended Cap
tain tho Riflht Man In the
Right Place
Here Is a story of a modern nm tiny
which was quelled by the heroic young
American sea captain In the approved
fashion. There arrived at Colombo,
Ceylon, the other day, an American
steamer, the Garomie, from the far
east to Odessa, in Russia, The Gar
onne was carrying a large number of
convalescent Russian soldiers and sail
ors and Russian workmen. Between
Singapore and Colombo the Russians,
dissatisfied with their treatment, mut
inied and tried to seize the ship. The
mutiny was quelled by Capt. Lowe,
whom the Times of Ceylon describes
as "a typical American young, clean
shaven and displaying signs of great
strength, which, as the sequel shows,
he was able to put to excellent use."
One of the Russian workmen was ring
leader. Early in the trouble he was
put In irons on the bridge.
Capt. Lowe is quoted as saying:
"When passing through the straits of
Malacca I had a good deal of responsi
bility upon my shoulders and could
take but little sleep. In fact, on June
Testimony to Bravery of "Japonians
"Writing Three Centuries Ago,
Adventurer Tells of the Dis
regard for Life Shown by the
Hardy Little Islanders.
In that interesting book, "Purchas
His Pilgrimes," is recorded the adven
ture which befell John Davis and Sir
Edward Michelbaume, who, little bet
ter than pirates themselves, met in
1605 with a Chinese junk full of pirati
cal "Japonians," whose own vessel
had been cast away on Borneo. There
were ninety men aboard this junk,
"most of them in too gallant a habit
for Saylers, and such an equalitie of
behaviour among them that they seem
ed all fellowes; yet among them there
was one that they called Capitaine,
but gave him little Tespect." A num
ber of them having been transferred
to the ship while the junk's cargo
was being searched, they suddenly sal
lied out of the cabin at a given signal
and while those in the junk killed or
drove overboard the Englishmen in
charge those on the ship tried to
take possession of it. At the first
onset they killed Capt. Davis.
"They pressed so fiercely to come
to us as, we receiving them on our
A A A A 4 r Pnniirln
Gabe Harkness in a State of Great
Addition to His Family Edi
tor's Congratulations.
Just as we go. to press Gabe Hark
ness comes into the Bugle office all out
of breath to announce to us for pub
lication that his wife has presented
him with a 10 lb. child. We therefore
stopped proceedings long enough to
take out a few items which we had
written up merely to help fill space
and hereby insert this birth notice in
their stead. If the child had weighed
less than a ten pounder we would not
went to this much trouble, but when
somebody goes to the trouble to in
crease the population of our thriving
town by a 10 lb. offspring we are al
ways glad to give the auspicious event
a place in these columns.
We had been expecting this event
to happen in our midst for some time.
Our wife can see Harknesse's clothes
line in their, back yard from our side
window and she has noticed for some
time that there was new baby clothes
hanging out on the tline as if they were
expecting something of the kind to
The Greatest Health Factor Work
Absolute Rest Not Always the
Best Thing as Recreation for
the Man Used to a Life of Stren
uous Activity.
Congenial work with mind and
hands should be encouraged in all
persons, for its prophylactic as well as
its curative influences. Rest will prove
serviceable doubtless in numbers of
cases, but its application should be
restricted and carefully studied. There
are many conditions where absolute
rest will not only prove useless, but
really harmful. To send a man from
an active business life to one of com
plete inactivity will often prove dis
astrous, as much so as to prescribe
all food for the obese.
The nervous will complain that they
do not feel like work. If left to them
Brief Sorrow, Short Lived Care
"There Is No Death! The Stars
Go Down to Rise Upon Some
Fairer Shore" The Joy and
Hope of the Christian.
There is no aeatn: ine stars go down
To rise upon some fairer shore;
And bright in heaven's jeweled crown
They shine forevermore.
There Is no death! The dust we tread
Shall change beneath the summer show
ers To goldi -n prain or mellowed fruit,
Or rainbow-tinted tiowers.
The granite rocks disorganize.
And fet-d the hurmry moss they bear;
Tlie forest lo:ives drink daily life,
From out the viewless air.
Tl'ert is no death! The leaves may fall.
And flowers may fade and pass away;
Tl'i'.v orly wait throu;:'!) wintry hours
The coming: of the M.iy.
rpj,r,-0 j;, no datlt! An angel form
" y alia? O'er the earth in silent tread;
Brave American
2 I did not go to my cabin until 12
o'clock noon, when I intended to take
a nap during the afternoon. I lay
down on my settee, but had scarcely
fallen into a doze when the first offi
cer tapped me on the shoulder and I
awoke. 'Did you give orders for that
man (the ringleader) to be taken out
of irons? he asked. 'Certainly not,' I
replied. 'Well, he's out anyway."
"I jumped up and made my way to
the gangway leading from the bridge
to the deck. Below me I saw a surge
of riotous Russians, among whom was
the scoundrel recently in fetters.
They rushed at me. I whipped out my
rpvnlvpr. an d. after warning them,
pulled the trigger, but it missed fire. J
The charge had evidently got damp.
Seeing that this was no use I seized a
rifle and used the butt end as a blud
geon, with which I quickly cleared a
space around me. The ringleader grap
pled with me.
"After a hard struggle I got my man
under. He was dragged up to the
bridge and guarded by three of my
officers, two of whom had Winchester
rifles, the mate being armed with a
couple of revolvers. Little difficulty
was experienced in quelling the dis
turbance after that."
M
Pikes, they would gather in our Pikes
with their hands to reach us with
i their swords. It was neere half an
hour before we could stone them back
into the Cabbin; in which time we
had killed three or four of their Lead
ers. After they were in the Cabbin
they fought with us at the least foure
hcures before we could suppresse
them, often tyring the Cabbin, burn
ing the bedding and much other stuffe
that was there.
"And had we not with two Demy
culverins, from under the halfe-decke,
beaten dowr.e the bulke head and the
pumpe of the ship, we could not have
suppressed them from burning the
ship. The Ordnance being charged
with Crossebarres, Bullets and Case
shot, and bent close to the bulke
head, so violently marred therewith
boords and splinters that it left but
one of them standing of two and
twentie.
"Their legs, arms and bodies were
so torne, as it was strange to see how
the shot had massacred them. Ln all
this conflict they never would desire
their lives though they were hope
lesse to escape; such was the desper
ateness of these Japonians."
4 An $ R - rfr I 1 1 a
happen. Gabe was terrible excited.
We asked him which it was a girl or
a boy and Gabe he scratched his head
and said durned if he didn't forget to
find out being as he was in so much
of a hurry to get it into the paper.
But he said if there was yet time he
would return and find out and in about
3 0 minutes he came back with his eyes
sticking out until you could ol
knocked 'em off with a club and says,
"By thunder it's twins two of 'em!"
Again we asked Gabe as to sex of
same and he couldn't tell. It seems
that when he learned they was two
twins instead of one he was so flab
bergasted that he forgot to ascertain
whether one was a girl and one a boy
or vice versa and as we was late with
the Bugle and couldn't wait any longer
we went to press without the informa
tion, but will find out by next week
and let you all know.
We congratulate Mr. and Mrs. Hark
ness on this crop of twins which has
come to bleps their union and we hope
they will grow up and become useful
men or women whichever the case
may be. "Bingville Bugle" items in
the Boston Globe.
selves and told to do absolutely noth
ing, not even to read, they are sure
to dwell upon their infirmities and
grow thereby morose and hypochon
driacal, thus increasing their invalid
ism. The desire for work should be
encouraged in all conditions and in all
classes. If one's interest is aroused
even to a slight degree, a continuance
In the work will develop a desire for
occupation. One will never feel like
work if one has nothing to do. Work
will often accomplish what medicine,
however properly applied, will not, for
it is not alone that we -must earn our
bread by the sweat of the brow, but
every man and woman should work
for the pleasure of it, as well as for
the health-giving, brain-expanding re
sult!, and the benefit of example.
Medical World.
He bears our best loved things away;
And then we call them "dead."
He leaves our hearts all desolate,
ite plucks our fairest, weetest flow
ers; Transplanted into bliss, they now
Adorn immortal bowers.
The bird-like voice whose joyous tones.
Made glad these scents of pin and
strife,
Sings now an everlasting song
Around the tree of life.
Wher'er he sees a smile too bright
Or heart too pure for taint and vice
He bears it to that world of light '
To dwell in Paradise. '
T3orn unto that undying life.
They leave us but to come again;
ith joy we welcome them the same
Except their sin and pain.
And fver near us, though unseen.
The near immortal spirits tread;
for all the boundless universe
Is life there are no dead.
Bui wer Lytton
With the Funny
Fellow1
Just Shopping.
"Where are you going, my pretty maid I"
"I'm going a-shopping, sir,' 6he"said.
"And what are you buying, my pretty
maid?"
"Nothing; I'm shopping that's all," she
said.
Seattle Fost-Intclligeneer.
.. Hr Specialty.'!
Bleeker "our wife is something of
a wit. She tried to make game of me
at the reception last night."
Meeker "Huh! ThAt's nothing. She
often makes me quail." Chicago News.
Uncertainty.
"What time does this train arrive at
Swamp Centre?" asked the traveling
man.
"My friend," was the answer, "I'm
only a conductor. I'm not a fortune
teller." Washington Star.
By Contrast.
Torn ""How did you feel when Miss
Moneybags accepted you?"
Dick "Fine! You sec, we were at
tho opera, and the girl in the next box
was a beauty!" Translated, for Tates
from Meggendorfer Blaetter.
First dun.
Jack "I am so glad we are engaged.
You know it is love that makes the
world go round."
Helen "Yes, but it is not love that
makes a man go round at nights after
he is married." Chicago News.
In the I'oltco Court.
"What! You want the court to be
lenient because you have been brought
before it a dozen times?"
"Yes, your honor, I expect to be
treated like a regular customer."
Translated for Tales from Les Amities.
The Accident.
Mrs. Hogan "An' how did the baby
git the fall?"
Mrs. Grogan "His father wor hould
ln' him in his arms whin the whistle
blew "New Y'ork Evening Mail.
i Necessary Modification,
Knox "Why don't you cut that out?
Tone your talk down a bit."
Kandor "Well, it's all right to call a
spade a spade, isn't it?" '
Knox "Instead of calling it you
might whisper it occasionally." Phila
delphia Press.
nig Specialty.
"Oragley fcclls me he is doing won
derful work with his present employer.
I didn't know he was particularly
strong in business."
"He isn't. He's merely particularly
strong in talking about business."
Philadelphia Press.
A Knowlnc AYaiter.
The Waiter "What's for you, sir?"
The Professor (engrossed in a prob
lem) "In the corelation of forces it is a
recognized property of atomic frag
ments, whatever their age, to join
and "
The Waiter" 'Ash, one." Sketch.
His New Vocation.
"John's home from college.'
"Yes."
"What's he goin' to do now?'
"Well, 'twixt you an' me, I tlilnk
he's jest about decided to loaf around,
an' be one o' these here incomprehen
sible geniuses." Atlanta Constitution.
ifls Mistake.
Mr. Slimsky "I don't believe the city
water is safe. I notice it has a cloud
ed appearance this morning and tastes
sort of milky and "
Mrs. Starvem "That glass contains
milk, Mr. Slimsky; the water is at your
left. And, by the way, your board bill
was dueyesterday." Cleveland Leader.
The Snre "Way.
Hicks "How did Tompkyns make all
his money, anyhow?"
AVicks "Out of ginseng."
HickSr-"Raising it?"
Wicks "No; selling roots and seeds
toNpeople who believe that there is a
royal road to fortune." Someryille
Journal.
Natural Inference.
Mrs. Smith "I called my husband
back to kiss him good-bye this morn
ing." Mrs. Jones "And what did he say?"
Mrs. Smith "He said, 'What's the
matter, -Cordelia? Did you forget to go
through my pockets last night?' " Chi
cago News.
Special Terms.
"And have you any special terms for
summer girls when they come in a
party?" asked the pretty brunette in
the mountain hotel.
"Yes, indeed," replied the clerk,
suavely. .
"And what ae they?"
" 'Peaches' and 'dears.' " Chicago
News.
CARAWAY SFEDS.
Concoction Made Therefrom by New
, Knglnnii Mothers of the Fait.
Down in Maine lingers the tradition
of "seedcakes" and faraway seed tea
for colic and other childish ills of the
stomach. A writer in the Bangor
Neva recalls the supply of caraway
seeds that energetic mothers of fifty
years ago always kept on hand. Just
before the seeds ripened they were
gathered from the heads and put up in
cool, airy lofts to dry. The renter
evaporated out of them, .and the ker
nels shrunk to mere scraps; the seeds
wer? then put up in tight cloth bugs
and hung in a loft or boxed for future
use. For colic, hot water was poured
over the dried seeds, and the dish was
set back on tha hearth of tho fireplace
to simmer for a half hour or less. The
decoction was then sweetened and
taken internally, producing n grateful
warmth, which often gave au early re
lief from pain. But there was a pleas
antex association of childhood with
caraway than this. The chief use of
the seeds was, we are assured, in mak
ing "the famous seedcakes" that were
to be found in an earthen jar in every
true down East home. "As we remem
ber them," says the Bangor ancient,
"the seedcakes of those days were sim
ply sugar cookies made after the
recipes in use to-day, but having the
dough permeated through and through
with dried caraway seeds, which had
been added in the mixing and baked in
n hot oven. The memory of these
cakes will endure for years. The flat
sweetness of the plain cookie was made
pungent and agreeable by the addition
of the seeds, so that one took more
eujoymcnt out of the eating and
seemed to be able to consume a larger
number. It was very consoling for the
child or the grownup, for that matter
to know that he was taking medicine
which was helpful to health at the
same time he was eating for the nour
ishment of the body." The seedcake
has given way to the doughnut. "To
day few of the farmers or gardeners
grow caraway, because the seedcake is
no longer demanded. But while the
caraway plant is no longer an inmate
of the kitchen garden, it still lingers
about the ancient farmhouses, growing
among weeds in back yards and wav
ing its white blossoms by the roadside
as joyfully as if it were all the fash
ion." Angel cake, sponge cake, and
ice cream cake have also conspired to
relegate the seedcake to practical ob
livion, and it appears that the introduc
tion of peppermint and chockerberry
csseiK'es has almost resulted in driving
caraway seeds out of the pharma
copoeia of the family. We can sympa
thize with the hope that the seedcake
will be rediscovered and come back
into its own some day. New York
Tost.
The Irony of Time.
Last week was rather sluggish in
the world of books. At the auction
sale of the late Senator Ilawley's li
brary Francis Wilson's "Recollections
of a Player," a copy of the costly lim
ited edition and with autograph,
brought only .$(.50; while a first edi
tion of John Hay's "Pike County Bal
lads" was sold for sixty cents. It was
in the first edition of his collected
verses that plain John Ilaj", newspa
per man, wrote:
"There are three species of creatures
who when they seem coming are go
ing; when they seem going they come:
Diplomats, women and crabs."
The irony of time! Secretary Hay
wrote these words thirty-five years
ago, at which, time he doubtless little
dreamed he would become the greatest
diplomat of his tky. Then he aspired
to play the poet. Now the first edition
of his verses brings sixty cents, which
about represents their intrinsic value.
Rochester Post-Express.
A Delayed Reunion
nenry Du Cann, who has not seen
his wife in forty-two years, left Dur
ango, Col., last week for Detroit, Mich.,
where his wife ' is living. Du Cann
married in 1803, while home from the
war on a furlough, having enlisted in
the First Michigan Cavalry. After be
ing with his bride three days, he re
joined his regiment and at the close
of the war started out to find work.
In his search for employment he
drifted west until he reached Salt Lake
City, where he remained several years.
He followed mining and various oc
cupations, and has been all over the
West. During all these years his wife
waited for him to return, und he
continually hoped and expected to
either send for his wife or to go back
to her, but the fates seemed always
against him, and he never prospered.
During their forty-two years of separa
tion they kept up a regular correspond
ence. Denver Republican.
Why Single raddles Reign.
"No," said the oarmaker, "for fast
paddling the single paddle cannot com
pare with the double paddle; but you
see 100 single paddles where you do
one double paddle. Of course, some
canoe enthusiasts think that the sin
gle blade is more picturesque, but it
is the men who sell canoes that have
brought the single blade into vogue.
"It became the custom for the dealer
to give away a double paddle with
every canoe purchased. One dealer
began it, and, of course, all the rest
had to follow. But the double pad
dles are rather expensive. So some
bright dealer conceived the scheme 6f
putting in a big stock of single pad
dles and giving one wijh each pur
chase. This continued the courtesy
of throwing in something with every
canoe sold, but it cut down greatly
the expense of the gift." New York
Press.
The first cherries appeared in the
Paris market this year on March 11;
there were thirty-eight of them, and
thsy were sold for $15. CO.
AUTUMN LEAVES.
flower and leaf of vine and tree.
Grass of meadow, weed of mire-
Bummer gathered tligm to be
Faggots for the autumn's fire.
Bmoke-like haze on vale and hill;
Flames of gold and crimson brighl
Into life now leap and fill
Field and forest with their light.
'AU J he glory of the year
Kindled into beauty so;
Boon the winter will be here,
Soon the curfew then the snow.
Bo these lovely leaves I lav
In my book, all gold and red;
Embers for a winter's day
When the autumn's fire is dead.
-Frank Dempster Sherman, in the Amer
ican Illustrated Magazine.
riiiTraz:iz:.L"i:z:iT
IN TERRIBLE FIX.
By Eben E. Rexford.
3:
I I' I I I
OW, 'Ilastus" and his sis
ter picked a thread or two
off his coat, and hesitated,
as if thinking how to break
the news gently "I want
to tell you about a plan
N
I've got in my head."
"I know what it is," interrupted her
brother, turning pale. "I knew all
about it before I came down here."
"I'd like to know how?" asked Mrs.
Green, in great surprise. "I never told
anybody except John, and I'm sure he
hasn't let it out."
"No, he hasn't," answered Mr. Bangs.
"But. tho minute I read your letter, I
felt what was in the wind. You didn't
say in so many words that you'd got a
match planned out, but I understood it
well enough. Who is it, Selina? Bet
ter get the load off your mind as soon
as possible. I'm prepared to know the
worst," and Mr. Bangs gave utterance
to a sigh of forced resignation.
"It's a widow," answered Selina;
"just the kind of a woman to suit you,
Ilastus. I do hope you'll be sensible
this time, and not let your foolish bash
fulness spoil your chances of getting a
good wife."
"A widow!" Mr. Bangs turned a
trifle paler, and shivered "I I'm
Hfraid I can't stand this siege, Selina.
I came mighty near knocking under to
that old maid last summer, but I was
helped out of the scrape some way.
I've always heard say that a man
couldn't hold otic long against a widow
If she'd got her mind really made up to
get him."
"Don't be a fool, 'Rastus," said her
6ister, tersely. "Maria's too good for
you, and, if you know wheii you're
well off, you'll make sure of her."
"Maybe she won't be made sure of,"
paid Mr. Bangs, to whom this conver
sation was somewhat alarming.
"Oh, yes, she will," answered Selina.
"I've talked with her about matters,
and I know she'd have no objections."
"Good gracious, Selina!" exclaimed
Mr. Bangs, perspiring all over, "you
don't mean to say that you've actually
talked with this woman about my mar
rying her, do you? Why, she'll expect
me to do it, if you have, and, if I don't,
she'll be having me up for breach of
promise."
"Of course she expects yoti to marry
her, and so do I," answered Selina, as
if that settled the matter. "Be a man,
'Rastus. I wouldn't be afraid of the
women, if I were in your place."
"You don't know what you're talk
ing about," said Mr. Bangs, shaking
his head dolefully. "You're a woman,
and can't be expected to know."
"Well, come down, and let me intro
duce you now," said Selina, and she
finally got him to consent.
"I feel like" a lamb being led to the
slaughter," said poor Mr. Bangs, as
he paused at the parlor door to wipe
his face. "I wish I were home again,
Selina."
"Don't be such a fool, 'Rastus," re
peated his sister, by way of encour
agement, and then he was dragged
over the threshold, and he remembered
afterward that something in the shape
of a woman rose up, and said some
thing, after Selina had said something.
But what those something -were, he
never knew.
When he came to, sufficiently tc
realize what was going on about him,
he was alone with the widow. She
wasn't a bad-looking woman, he had to
admit. In fact, he rather liked her
looks.
Well, the result was, he fell in love
with Mrs. Smith. He generally fell in
love with the women Selina selected
as proper subjects for matrimony. But
rlhis time he felt so completely done
for that he was sure all his capabilities
for falling in love were exhausted.
He would never love again.
At the end of a week he felt that his
love had reached its climax, for he
picked up a rose she had dropped, and
slept with it under his pillow.
"You poor, old fool," he said to him
self the next morning, as he stood be
fore the glass. "To think that you've
got spoony enough for that. I'm glad
no one knows it. But the widow is
very attractive, and I don't see as I'm
to blame. I-I can't help it."
One day Selina and Mrs. Smith went
out shopping after tea. As Mr. Bangs
was going through the hall he saw that
Mrs. Smith's room door stood partly
open, and an irresistible impulse to
take just one peep into it came over
him. He did so. Hanging over the
back of a chair was a walking skirt,
and that mysterious article of feminine
apparel fascinated him so much that he
ventured in, and began to examine it.
"Well, now, if that doesn't beat the
Dutch!" said Mr. Bangs, holding it
up. "I wonder how I'd look in such a
thing? I'm going to try it on."
Accordingly, he got hold of the belt,
and proceeded to invest himself in it,
after the manner of putting on
trousers.
It buckle, I s'pose!" he said, pulling
the belt together. "Yes, there it is.
Lord! wouldn't I cut a fine figure in
skirts," and Mr. Bangs danced a horn
pipe to the accompaniment of a swish
ing skirt.
The hall door banged.
"Good gracious!" cried poor Bangs.
"They've come home!"
. i . . . i. , , . . . i . ...
r, very nair on ins xieuti stood up Wlto
fnl.vl.J- TTA 1 , 1 . ,1 4. 4-1. 1 1 1 A I .
wouldn't unbuckle. He. heard steps
on the stairs, and women's voices
struck more terror to his guilty soul
than the sound of Gabriel's trumpet
would have done.
He glanced about him. There was
no escape. A closet door stood partly
open. Into that he crowded himself,
and pulled the door together just as
Mrs. Smith came in.
He could hear her bustling about,
taking off her jacket and bonnet. What
if she were to come to the closet? It
was altogether likely that she hung
her things there. He felt as if he
were going to faint. Then he thought
of the ridiculous appearance a fainting
man in a skirt would make, and made
up his mind that he wouldn't faint
he'd die first!
There! She was coming that way!
What was to be done? A thousand
wild thoughts flashed through his
brain. He felt her hand upon the door
knob. "There's a man In your room!" he
roared out, in awful bass. He didn't
know how he came to say it. It was
the inspiration of desperation, prob
ably. "Oh-h, o-o-h!" shrieked Mrs. Smithy
and fled in terror.
"I've got to get out of this before
anyone comes," said Mr. Bangs, giving
a push to the door. Horrors! it would
not open. There was only one way of
opening it, and that was from the
outside.
A clammy perspiration covered him
from head to foot.
"You stay here, and -I'll go in," he
heard Selina say, in the hall. "I ain't
afraid."
Ho put his eye to the keyhole, and
saw his sister enter the room. '
"Selina!" he called, in a sepulchral
tone. "Selina!"
"Who calls me Selina?" demanded
Mrs. Green, dramatically, flourishing
the feather duster, which she had
brought along for a weapon of de
fense. "I do," answered Mr. Bangs. "It's
'Rastus, your brother.' I'm shut rp in
this closet."
"Well, I never!" exclaimed Mrs.
Green, staring at the closet as if she
expected to look it out of countenance.
I i-r nn-k Ailr oiwl riAlvr lt fl Tom i"
cried Mr. Bangs. '
Thus appealed to, Mrs. Greeii ven
tured to open the door, and out stepped
Mr. Bangs, with his skirt swishing
about his legs. 1 : :-
"For the land's sake!" criod-'Selina,
with uplifted hands, and mouth wide
open. "Why, 'Rastus Bangs!"
"I I thought I'd have a little sport,"
explained Mr. Bangs, looking about as
foolish as it is possible for a man to,
"but you came back too soon, and I
couldn't get' it off, and slipped into the
closet. Help me out of the confounded"
thing, Selina, and keep it' to yourself,
and I'll buy you the nicest dress in
town."
"Selina! Selina!" called the widow
from the bottom of the stairs. "Do you
want any help?"
"Hurry up!" exclaimed Mr. Bangs.
"She'll be here in a minute."
"I'll tell you what I'll do," said Se
lina. "If you'll promise to ask her to
marry you inside of three days, I'll help
you out of the scrape. If you don't,
I'll call her ln."
"I I dassent," groaned Mr. Bangs.
"Then I'll call her," said Selina.
"I I will!" said her brother, desper
ately. Mrs. Green gave a peculiar twitch to
the strap, the buckle let go its hold,
and the skirt fell to the floor. Mr.'
Bangs stood up a free man.
"Now, remember," said Selina, warn
ingly, "if you haven't proposed to Mrs.
Smith in three days from this time at
half-past six precisely, on Thursday,
the time'll be up I shall tell the whole
story."
Oh, those three days! They seemed
three years to poor Bangs. He tried
seven different times to make his prom
ise good, but every time his tongue
clove to tl)e roof of his mouth, and he
was speechless.
Thursday, at 6 o'clock, Selina came
to him.
"Have you asked her, 'Rastus?" she
demanded, solemnly.
"No, I haven't," answered Mr. Bangs.
"I can't, Selina."
"You've got just half an. hour's time
left," said Selina, unfeelingly. "Sup
per'll be ready in fifteen minutes. The
half hour'll be gone before we get
through eating, and I. shall tell the
story the minute the time's up. Maria's
ln the parlor, alone. If you want to
see her; you'll never get a better
chance."
"If you had any sisterly regard for
me " began Mr. Bangs, but Mrs.
Green cut him short with the remark:
"A bargain's a bargain. Do as you
agreed to, or I will. Don't be a fool,
'Rastus."
And with that she opened the parlof
door and pushed him in.
Mr. Bangs doesn't know what he
said he asked her if she wanted ta
marry him. Being a truthful woman,
she said she did, and so the poor man
was spared the recital of the story of
his terrible fix.
"It was lucky that it happened, after
all," he told Selina, "for, if it hadn't,
I never would have got courage to
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