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HE first tning a. woman, snoum ao, who bus uown to minis: out' a
deliberate scheme of happiness, is to close her eyes and think, out of
all the world, what she would rather do if she were mistress of her
own fate. Think. It out luxuriously, luxuriantly, regardless of the
possibility of achieving it. Then gradually come down from your
dream of a palace and a yacht and a private car to the next best.
Take your tirno about 4t . Think each dream out In 'all its fascinat
ing detail. Then come on down by degrees for it is never attrac
tive to think of the things you can afford until you have reached
something reasonable. - ,
Now think of the way you could best earn money, If you had a start. Can
rou trim hats? Can you darn and embroider and mend lace? Are you fond
If animals? Do sick birds get well under your care?
7 Or are "you a business woman by instinct? Can you count and multiply
tnd subtract without chewing a lead, pencil and using a ream of paper?
Were you born in tho city and into the heritage of the hall bed-room, and
would you give anything on earth for a little cottage in the country, not so far
from the city as to bar you from going in when the frogs at night make you
too lonely, noro near to other people as to hinder you from wearing a short
skirt and a sun-bonnet all day? .,
Oh you office-women on small salaries! You poor starved souls struggling
to make both ends meet, deafened by .; city noises, harassed by city prices,
tdlnded by city sights! Gcz out into tha suburbs, or even the country, and
Ind what life holds for you.-Harper's Bazar. ? ; .
iiventios!" oas pone. .
By John Graham Brooks.
EIEAPNESS and abundance of grain foods is explained when
the story of machinery has been told. The steam-going piow,
combined! with a seeder and a harrow, has reduced the time
required for human labor (in plowing, sowing and harrowing)
to produce a bushel of wheat on an average from 32.8 minutes
in 1830 to 2.2 minutes at the present time. It has reduced
the time of animal labor per bushel from fifty-seven to one
and one-half minutes; at th.e same time It has reduced the
cost of human and animal labor In plowing, seeding and
hnrrowincr tor bushel of wheat from four cents to one cent.
Rpfnro whitnev's Invention it reanired the work, of one person ten hours
to take the seed from one and one-half pounds, of cotton. The machine will
now do in the saiae ten hours more than 4000 times as much. That 10,000,000
bales can be marketed in a season and that cloth is so cheap is no longer a
wonder. ; "
A linen sheet that once cost thirty days' labor can now be made In seven
tours. A steam shovel can ao in eignt mmures wuat uue mau. uuu. w
difficulty in ten hours The dirt may be unloaded from a train of cars In six
minutes that would require with a shovel a day's work of ten men. A stone
crusher will perform the work of 600 men. Few material blessings bring more
tomfort to every class in the community than good roads. .To none is the ad
thmi tn lnrtrri sections of the relatively Door.:, as in country
SListrlets. Yet the rapid growth of these highways is almost exclusively "the
result of the machine. I choose this more striking form of invention because
tt Is largely against such that labor has raised.' Its most angry protest.
"! It is seen that hundreds are thrust aside, it is less easily seen that masses
ire set to work. The Hoe press prints, folds, cuts and pastes 72,000 eight-page
Journals in a single hour. o gainer me maxenais, muse uuu uwiver we iw
paper and finally to distribute the printed sheets daily in twenty States must
taring occupation to many more than the machine dislodged. ,
OLD-TIE FAVORITE,
" LONG AGO.-
! .V
XSy Eugeue Field.
I once knew all he birds that ,came . J
And nestled in our orchard trees; 1
For every flowerf I had a name ,1
. My friends were woodchucks, toads and
; bees; :-';' 1 . .y: . '- .
I knew where thrived in yonder glen
What plants would -j soothe a stone
bruised toe ; . ; A j
Oh, I was very learned then-
But that was Very long ago.. ; 'm!
I knew the spot upon the hill 17
Where checkerfjerries could be found ; j
I knew the rushes near the mill, I i
Where pickerel lay! ; that welshed a
pouna: ; ..
I knew the wood-the very tree "
Where lived the poaching, saucy crow,
And all the woodk and crows knew me
But that was very long .ago.
And. pininoc for t
I tread the old
Only to learn the
be jors of youth,
familiar spot, ;
icnlorriTii thVi
I have forgotten, am f Arrrrvf
iet here's f.hia vrinn(rstor- nf. mv l-noo
Knows all the things I used to know;
To think I once tas wise as he
But that was vcjry long ago.
I know it's folly to complain
Oi whatsoe'er the fates decree;
Yet, were not wishes all 'in vain.
I tell you what fny wish should be;
I'd wish to be a hoy aajain,
Back with the friends luised to know;
For I was, oh? eo ihappy then
But that was very long ago.
ABIGAIL SItOYER'S
VISITORS.
Board of Trade Functions.
Ninety Per Cent, of Transactions Speculation.
By Will Payne.
BOUT ninety per cent of all the transactions on the board
are pure speculation, consisting of trades made by persons wno
do not expect to receive or deliver a bushel of actual grain.
This speculative trading is not only the most prominent, but Is
the most useful of the board's functions. Without it there
could not possibly be the broad market which makes wheat
a liquid asset every wherl in the United State?. The specula
tive business means simply the perfection of a trade organiza
tion. You may buy a corner lot which In your opinion is likely
to advance In value, pay for It, go to the savings hank, mortgage the lot, and
borrow on it the major part of the purchase price, having invested of your own j
capital only enough to secure the lender against loss through fluctuation in
value. In a highly organized liquid market like that in grain and stocks all
this lumber of mortgaging and borrowing Is eliminated. You simply, pay down
the margin. Virtually nobody would buy wheat for a rise if he had to go out
and get the actual grain, Inspect it, find a storehouse to put it in, see that It
was properly insured, guard against deterioration by sweating etc., while It
was in store, and when he wished to sell, look around for a customer
who wished just so much wheat of just such ri sort. The Board of Trade does
ell this for him, the purchaser's part consisting only In, giving an order to a
broker and paying down the margin which-wyi insure the broker against loss
through fluctuations in price. This Is what makes the broad market that gives
ivheat Its staple value.
, . The Board of Trade Is a court, too. Its directors and various committees
are continually busy trying commercial cases, and hearing and settling the dis
putes which arise in the transaction of an immense volume of business.
Without the Chicago Board and the several lesser exchanges which copy
tts methods and follow its prices, the grain trade of North America would fall
to pieces, and every bushel of cereals raised north of the Mexican line would
Uave less value. The Century.
By Hattie E. Brlgs.
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HEKE is nothing I dislike
any 1 more my daughter,
than to go away from the
place to-day and leave you
and the chlldrpri nlnn " nnrl Pnrmci-
Silover, of he disposed of his 'powder
flask and took dbwn his rifle from the
side of the kitchen wall
"Oh! never nijnd us, daddy," said
Abigail, cheerfully. "Of course It will
be lonesome with you and mother both
gone, but we'll be safe enough. Don't
worry one bit about us."
"I am not so; sure about It being
safe," replied hjr father. "The In
dians are none too friendly nowadays,
and they are getting more restless
each week. Eveji old Nakomis, who
has always been on good terms with
the settlers, avoided me a day or two
ago when I weni across the clearing,
and I'm afraid it all means trouble
to the whites." j
"But, father," went on Abigail, "Mr.
Grey and all, tho pther neighbors have
been so kind wbjen you needed help
that you can't stay away to-day when
they are to finish butting up the house
with this day's Work. You know I'm
on pretty good ierms with our red
neighbors. Why.j' she added, laugh
ingly, "I can evfen talk, a little In
dian." "Not enough to, save you, . If there
was an uprising, I fear," answered the
father. "However, it is a coinf ort to
me that you can. handle your gun.
And' in case anything happens, fire it
four times and wej wlll be sure to hear
It, as the air Is leery clear, and the
distance so short, (through the woods.
mat is one good thing about our set
tlement," he added' "the houses are not
far apart and we are a protection to
one another, If trouble arises."
"Now, daddy," laiughed Able-all. "ston
looking for trouble. I have so much
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Some Reasons Are Advanced by a Thouglitful Eng
lish Writer.
HE other day I read some remarks on the question as to why
husbands at the present day seem to be what the itinerant
performer facetiously describes as "so backAvard in coming
forward." The gifted writer on this subject was of the
opinion that-the fault lay with the ladies, who, he thought,
were apt to specialize in almost any direction save that which
would be likely to render them good housewives.. Tires, for
instance, he held that the intellectual and "book-loving girl
is charming to sit next to at dinner, but her partner is suf
ficiently far-sighted to calculate that, If it were a case of sitting opposite to
her at a dinner of which she had had the ordering, her knowledge of Browning
would not Extend to the gravy of 'the roast mutton!
Again, he conceived that the smartly dressed beauty Is a being with whom
a man loves to flirt, but he hesitates about going beyond the preliminary
stages of flirtation, because he is doubtful whether his banking account will
tand the strain of the costly costumes, the luxurious lingerie, ajad the expen
sive etceteras, with which she will evidently expect a husband to provide her.
t- . Now, there, is no doubt- something in this ; but it scarcely seems to hit the
bull's-eye plump in the middle. The real fact of the matter is that in every
j.-epaitoentrblcUfe, at the present moment, we are beginning to set our stand-
,ard very, miich higher" than it has' ever been set -before. What was looked
wpon thirty years ago as a palatial and luxurious hotel Is to-day classed as a
dowdy -.and ,tbird-rate establishment compared with the colossal caravanseriea
which have sprung up in response to the deniand for greater luxury and mag
idflcence.' ; ' rl'.l ; :: ,:
i And while the . standard has been raised .in the matter of the creature com-
Coxts, it is only natural that, having grown more exacting all round, we should
bave raised our: ideal of a wife (or husband) to a sort of unattainable degree.
. ;The result is that the ordinary everyday young woman is wearing out the
1(soles of her dainty little' boots in a fruitless search for the god-like hero of her
dreams and finds . that the everyday young man, with freckles and red hair,
does not fiU.the.biU at all satisfactorily. V . '
' We all remember the little man and woman who, in childhood's , happy
tour bobbed In and out of a little house to let the world at large know what
" ae. weather was going j to do. - But,-by the nature of their mechanism. It was
. Impossible for-.them both to bob out at once! Well,' that is very much the
arrangement with regard, to the cod-like hero and the adorable heroine:, who. Il
thei"do by any chance happen to meet are sure, to find that the affections ol
oneor,tne otner of them are already misplaced elsewhere.
. . It must; often have 'been -observed that tb dowdv and insisnifleant litfv
, tnenahd women who are. content to recognize themselves as such, xnarry all
t right and settle, dpWjaml live ; happily ever after. But the Irls who are
gloriously and adorably 4 beautiful (at this point the blushes of the "Best Girl"
betray the1 fact that shd Js reading this upside down as I write it!) are apt to
-, tfe 'so -very exldeantes that they find themselves settling down into the gloom
1 of ajcatovjng andparroMending old-maldhood, just because they are what
couie u uub uruumy uescnuea as "too peasuy parUcular-Modern Society;
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to do to-day. You
'm half ready for
she said, looking
will be home before
you, and now, sir,"
at him narrowly.
'what do you suppose wc are sroinc: to
have for supper to-night? I'll give you
one guess. You can't? Then I'll tell.
Mush!" she cried with a merry peal of
laughter. "You just forget that we
have had that treajt every evening for
tne past seven months, and "'Imagine we
are back East, havihg all kinds of good
things." , it
Good-bye, daughter, don't let .the
children go outside and play," admon
ished the father, his heart filled with
forebodings, as he left his log cabin
and started toward the unfinished home
of his neighbor, a quarter of a mile
distant through thei forest.;
Jonathan Sllovef in comoanv with
a small party of Easterners,' their wives
and children, had jcome Into the wil
derness of Michigan seven .months be
a voung girl quietly dropping h-indfuls
nf vellow meai inw
aDoeared at the door. A nod was ex
cKeoV .between the girl and the
chieftain, whose.entrance was followed
Dy another and another, until six In
dians stood in ; the room,, each .with
minted face and decked lnthe trap
pings i of war. The sUenco .was un
broken for several minutdes, save for
the steady movements of the iron
spoon, which was grasped in Abigail's
quivering fingers. At length Nakomis,
who had hitherto held himself friendly
toward the whites, advanced a step
and said In a heavy, guttural tone,
"White man home? Nakomis would
have speech with him."
Nakomis spoke a little English, and
had taught Abigail the few Indian
words she knew.
"My father," replied the young glrlf
looking the brave straight in the face,
"Is not far off. He will be here in a
moment. What do you want with
him?" ' ' '.
"No tell little wlflte face," returned
the man, leering at her, "she 'frald.
She big coward. White man coward.
White man go," and he added wick
edly, "I kill him. Injun get all white
man's scalp," and going toward the
girl, with his cruel eyes upon her face,
he laid one hand en his tomahawk and
stretched the other toward her.
With a wild cry, born of the despera
tion of the moment. Abigail Silover
raised the spoon filled with boiling
mush, and as the Indian almost had
her In his grasp, she dashed it full into
his face. As he turned with a howl of
rage and pain, she grabbed an iron
dipper from Its nail at the side of the
hearth, filled it with the porridge and
flung it at the red man's neck and head
as he fled through the door; The other
Indians attempted to stop the now in
furiated girl, who knew she was fight
ing for ; her life, but as each turned
toward her he received the scalding
mush full In his eyes, and In a few
keconds the last one of the six-left the
door of the cabin, smarting with pain
and rage, the contents of the kettle be
ing about evenly .distributed over the
bodies of the half dozenCChippewas.
Later on one was known to have, died
from the results of his burns. " "
. When! Jonathan Silover returned to
his home, accompanied by his neigh
bors, in response to the four shots from
the rifle, Abigail was lifting her little
brothers out of their places of safety,
apd as she sank limply' into her fath
er's arms,, she said with an attempt at
her old gaiety, "Daddy, we cat have
any mush for supper," ;
j This Incident happened twenty miles
from where Detroit now is; and by the
spot where the Silover cabin then
stood, an electric c.ir sweeps through
the country.--Detrolt Free Press. .
Old Ironsides a Boston Boat.
How entirely . the Constitution,
finished in 1797, was a home-made ves
sel, and therein a typical product, Mr.
H. A. Hill has pointed out in his mon
ograph on Boston commerce: "Paul
Revere 4 furnished the copper, bolts
anjj spikes, drawn from malleable cop
per by - a process then ; new, and
Ephraim Thayer, who had a shop at
the South End, made the gun carriages
for the frigate. Her sails were made
in the Granary building at the corner
of Park and Tremont streets. No
other building in Boston was large
enough for the purpose. There were
then fourteen rope-walks in Boston, so
that there could be no difliculty in ob
taining cordage, and there was an in
corporated company for the manufac
ture of sail , cloth, whose factory was
on the corner of Tremont and Boyls
ton streets, and which was encouraged
by; a bounty-on Its product from the
General Court. Thi3 product had In
creased' to '80,000 or 90,000 yards per
annum, and is said to have competed
successfully with the duck brought
from abroad. The anchors came from
Hanover In Plymouth County, and a
portion of the timber used in what was
then looked upon as a mammoth ves
scr was taken from the woods of Al
leisstown, on the borders of the Merrl
mac, fifty miles away. Atlantic
Monthly.
fore this, In the
hope, of founding
homes in what was then the furthest
point of the known West. After months
of hardship and toil(the last house was
to be finished on tliis day, and on the
morrow corn was to be planted in the
small patches which these.: brave men
had been able to clear.
"Now, children,'.' said the older sister,
after watching the f ather well out of
sight, "If you see an Indian coming to
day, I want you bdth to hide as fast
as your feet will take you. If I see
them first," she went on, with her
arms about the small brother, "I'll rap
on the fire-place three times, and then
you are to get outj of sight as soon
as possible. ; Don't! go out of doors
Once, for we must stay close together
all day." And with a few more in
structions, , she was soon j about her
work, trying to forget the dangers of
hostile Indians. . ! .
The day wore on, and when the sun
Indicated that the time was drawing
on for the father to return, Abigail
got out the kettles, hung them on the
crane and put on the; water; to heat for
the mush. The appearance of that
article on the table usually called forth
some laughing remark ; from the Eastern-bred
girl, who wks "making a brave
effort to be happy in a wildpmAss
Just as the . water commenced to bub
ble, three . share J blows
upon the hearth, anil at the same in
stant the little .frightened forms
dropped into the hole under the floor,
which was reserved! for times
peril, and the loose plank was quietly
ijut iuw piace. ,-. The next moment a
iau Indian, whose quick eye only saw
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A Ship on Shore.
Mensa. a native Afrlrnn who
panted Mr. A.' R. Freeman on his jour
ney through Ashanti and Jaman,
seemed to regard all the hardships and
discomforts the party encountered as
a joKe. tie had once been a laborer
on, a steamer, and was very found of
personating a ship, to the amusement
of the other carriers. Mr. Freeman
describes this joyous African as fol
lows:
As he sat on the ground devonrint? n
plantain he would inform the as
sembled company that he was takine
in cargo; then he would sit for.a while
ana get up steam, and when the buele
sounded the advance he would rise nnd
take up his load and start himself with
a great ringing of imaginary bells and
loudly spoken orders to go full speed
aneaa, ana. finally trudge off jvith his
machinery clanking and his Drooeller
thumping an Imaginary sea.
When we waded across the streams
he usually took soundings with his
feet, and announced the depth by
shouting in genuine nautical Rtvl-
"And a half -five," or whatever he con
sidered the depth to be; and once,
when he slipped over head and ears'
into a swamp, he emerged drinnir
iand grinning, bawling, "No sound-
ingsi xouth's Companion.
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Noted Shakespeare Folio Defaced.
A Shakespearian student in the Ber
lin Royal Library has discovered thai
the j unique copy of the famous 1623
First Folio, which the Emperor Wil
liam I. presented to the library, has
been completely mutilated by a care
less or malicious reader. The whole oi
4The Conjedy of Errors" has been cu1
out! It 1st believed that the loss is irre
placeable as the remaining copies oi
the First Folio are In private hands. .
' -a .
fldlentOre.
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MADE BRAVE RESUUUi.
HE clerks at Police Headquar
ters put another mark'agalnst
the name of Patrolman Mich
ael J. Coyne, of the Delancey
Street Stati6n, and this added to one
of the 6ddcst records on their books.
Coyne is at Gouveneur Hospital, and
the physicians say that he will proba
bly develop pneumonia. His condition
is the result of a hard fight he had in
the East River to save a man who had
tumbled off the pier. The struggle
lasted lialf an hour and the pair were
picked up when they were nearly ex
hausted While the patrolman is in a
serious condition, the man he saved is
none the worse for his ducking,
v Coynei was at the foot of Corlears
street at 11 o'clock thinking hard over
the fines that had been Imposed upon
him for! all sorts of breaches of disci
pline.! Suddenly there came a cry for
help from the end of the pier, and the
policeman rushed, over. He was in
full uniform, and as it was wet he
wore his! big rubber boots and overcoat.
Through the darkness Coyne could see
a man struggling in the swirl of the
current, which at that point runs like a
mill race. Without stopping "for a
moment, he threw away his hat and
his club and jumped in.
A few strokes and'the policeman was
up to the drowning man and had him
by the collar. The man turned and
caught Coyne around the neck with a
death grip. Coyne struck him on the
jaw and; the hold was broken. Then
he twisted his arms behind his back
and held him thus.
By this time the swing of the tide
had carried both men a hundred yards
from the pier and over toward vthe
Cob Dock in the Brooklyn Navy Yard.
Coyne upj to that time had thought that
he was safe with his man, but as the
current bore him out he saw that he
was In grave danger and began to yell
himself. ! His cries' were heard by two"
policemeij from his own station, Will
iam H.; Corker and John T.McQueeney.
The two j ran to the foot of Jackson
street, where old Andy Coakley, has his
life saving station. :
- The two polioemen . cut .the painter
of a boat and jumped In. They had
nothing to guide them but the cries of
the men that came through the darkness.-.
Coyne was bucking against the
tide, and by this time was near the
Brooklyn side. The current swept the
boat away from him, and before Corker
and McQueeney knew it they were not
far away) from the Brooklyn shore.
Then they returned and after what
seemed ari age, picked up Coyne and J
his man, both of whom were almost
senseless, j
The two were dragged into the boat
and before the craft was started for
the; Manhattan side first aid to the In
jured was administered to Coyne and
the. man he saved. When they got
ashore an ambulance was summoned
from Gouverneur Hospital. There the
man said lie was John Harkins, a la
borer, and that he lived wherever he
could hang up his hat. He had been
drinking, he said, and fell off the
stringpiece of the pier while he slept.
A few nimutes after he was put to bed
in the hospital he was sleeping sound
ly, as though nothing had happened.
It was nojt so with Coyne. The po
liceman had taken some water into his
hfngs and sieemed sure that he would
have a bad fjase of pneumonia. When
told of the probable outcome of his
brave act he only said, "Well, let it
come." After that he remarked that
If the men oh a Roosevelt street ferry
boat and Pennsylvania Railroad tug
had only heeded his cries he would
have been picked up sooner.
Coyne has a unique record. He has
been fined time and again for violations
of the rufes, and has to his credit a list
of rescues that has few equals. Devery
fined him fifteen days once and called
him a "bum','' and a "loafer." A few
days later Coyne, at the risk of his
life, saved a woman and four children
from a burning house on Hester street.
He was up ofi charges again after that
and Devery,! after looking him over
critically j sate that he would "fergit
the breaking! end of. the game." Men
who knor him said that after his feat
of last night jCoyne was about due to
get into trouble again. New York Sun.
HEROINE OF THE PLAINS.
The Lodge Pole Creek Valley, in the
vicinity where the creek crosses the
Wyoming-Nebraska State line, has a
heroine and she Is Gertrude, the thir
teenryeaivold daughter of the late John
Groette and his wife, Gretchen.
On the l8th! came the first wind and
snow of the approaching blizzard, and
Mr. Groette, jforeseeing a big storm,
started for an outlying portion of his
range to bring in a small bunch of his
cattle; Trudchen,with a prophetic pre
sentiment of impending danger, almost
frantically entreated him not to go
but the father laughed at her "foolish
feminine fears,", and left the ranch on
his. fatal journey. "Good-by, daugh
ter, he cheerily called. "We will soon
be together again." "Good-by, dear
father," replied the weeping girl. "We
tovf " eGt again eXCept ,n
The day of the 18th closed amid
sweeping'wind and driven snow. Night
came on tempest wings and with the
morning of the 19th the terrific bliz
zard was at its height.
Drearily, wearily, the, day drew to a
close andjthen,ias the shades of falling
night thickened the sombre shadows
of the swirling torm, there came rider
less to the ranch ; door her father's
horse. Her prophetic fears were real
ized her father was perishing in the
snow and help acd rescue must be
sought. : . .sv-'-yy-- ,
The horse had lost his bridle and
there was no other at the ranchij
iljrvtearing, into strips a piece of
cloth,Trudchen wove together a
hPidstnll for tho nnlmsl TM
- iv na sii,!f
reins, and springing into her f,n; 1
empty saddle i she fearlessly UrP i '
horse Into the double darkness ma , e
ger or tne mizzara ana the nigh
She knew that a ranch lay six
distant and In the direct outward i
of the storm. ' Keeping the wind th
fore, full at her back, she.
but not despairing, pressed f0l. e
upon her terrible ride. ur(1
Now plunging and reelin-v r
stumbling, staggering and falling u
down and now up, snow-subme
and blizzard-beaten, tho n,.
t B.u"jm p ,,i
and the brave brute struggled onw.
en
ranch, the ranch to reach which
many dangers had been dared, so 1?
suffering sustained. ' c
Kindly hands and commiseratin
hearts cared for Trudchen the rest f
that night and in the early dawn ?
next morning the heroic , child rod
amid the foremost of those who volmf
teered to search for her father, -jj."-blizzard,
however, still raed and
snow heaps still grew, the quest piov!
4ng fruitless for that day..
All hope of Mr. Groette's surviving
the storm was now a'bandohed, and tbe
next search, was made for his body'
which was finally found, ice-sJuovideij
and snow-coifined. Denver Times.
CHARGED BY AN ELEPHANT.
An elephant fight, if the combatants
be well matched, frequently lasts for
a day or more. The beaten elephant
retreats temporarily, and is followed
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consent they meet again. The more
powerful elephant occasionally keeps
his foe in view till he kills him. in
"Wild Beasts of India" G. p. Sander
son describes an encounter with a de
feated tusker:
A shrill- trumpeting and crashing of
bamboos broke the stillness, and from
the -noise we knew it was a tusker
fight. Before we could reach the scene
of combat, one elephant uttered a deep
roar of pain, and crossed the mullah
Here he began to destroy a clump of
bamboo in sheer fury, grumbling deep,
ly the while in rage and painr Blood
Avas .streaming from a deep wound in
his left side, high up. He was a fairly
large elephant ' with long and fairly -thick
tusks. His opponent must have
been a Goliath to have worsted him.
This tusker presented a picture of
rage and power a he mowed the bam
boos down with trunk and tusks, and
trampled them with his forefeet.
Suddenly his . whole demeanor
changed. He backed from the clump
and stood like a statue. He "had scent
ed us. The next moment forward
went his ears and up went hi3 tail, and
in the , same Instant he wheeled and
bore straight down upon us with as
tonishing speed.
The bamboos behind which we stood
were useless as cover, and I stepped
out into the open to get a clear shot
I gave a shout, hoping to stop &
turn him, but in vain. I fired when
he was nine paces distant, feeling con
fident of the shot, but I made a mistake
In not giving him both barrels. The
smoke momentarily obscured the ele
phant, and I bent down to see where he
lay. - , ;
Good gracious! He had not erea
been checked, and waspon me! There
was no time to step to the right or
the. left. His tusks came through the
smoke like the cowcatcher of a loco
motive, and I had just time to fall
flat to avoid being hurled aloHrln
front of him. I fell a little to the right;
the next Instant down came his pon
derous forefoot within a few inches of
my leri inign, ana I should nave
trodden on had I not hastily drawn
my leg back from the sprawling posi-
tion in which I fell. As he rushed
over me he 'shrieked shrilly, but for
tunately' he went on, for had he
stopped there was no way, of escape
for me. I was covered with blood
from the wound Inflicted by his late an
tagonist. This was one of the closest
calls t ever had in the wild life of the
jungle.
HAD FIGHT WITH BALD EAGLE.
The carcass of a huge eagle, -which
measures more than seven feet from
tip to tip, lies at Jobstown, N. J- a
trophy of a terrible fight which Lloyd
Stewart and Frederick Ohl, young men,
had with the bird of freedom. The
bird was seen .by the young men on the
outsorts or tne village, ana tney uiu
aged to wound it. Unable to fly, the
eagle showed fight, and savagely at
tacked its tormentors. The young men
were put on the defensive from the
start, and It is almost certain if either
had been alone hr would have been
killed. :
As It was, each is covered "with
scratches and cuts from the talons and
beak of ,. the bird. It pounded them
with its good wing and fought so sav
agely that several times they decided
to give up the battle, but the eagle
pounced upon them with renewed en
ergy and compelled them . to fight on
for their lives. With clubs and stones
they fought for an hour and finally
managed to disable the huge bird, and
then its death was easy.
When the battle was over Stewart
and Ohl presented a picture of disas
ter. They were-covered with blood
from , head to foot and their clothes
were- in tatters. They could hardly
crawl to their homes, and had to look
up a doctor to care for their wounds.
How True This Is. -
Lead a perfectly worthless life, do
nothing but amuse yourself, and if yJJ
complain bitterly of it, everyone will
think you respectably serious, but
you once allow it to be seen that yoa
are content, why, then, your oldest
friend comes to see, you, and will do
nothing but scold you for your frivol-Ity.-Lipplncott's
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