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VOL. X.
PLYMOUTH, N. C, FRIDAY, OCTOBER 7, 1898.
NO. 3.
MY GRANDFATHER'S SCRAP-BOOK.
h was a day when on the pane
The wild wind dashed the tireless rain,
" And brawling grew the brook,
That, in the attia, on a quest
Obeying fancy's odd behest.
I found within an ancient chest
My grandfather's scrap-book.
A gabled window dimly flung
A soft light where the cobwebs hung,
Within a oorner nook.
And there within the shadows gray,
Boiieath imagination's sway,
I lived, in thought, the vanished day
Of grandfather's scrap-book.
I gazed on many a gay vignette
Aud faces cut in silhouette,
With quaint, old-fashioned look
On pictured ladies, fair and slim,
And dainty verses faded dim,
"With sentimonts so sweet and prim
In grandfather's scrap-book.
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WAR'S SUDDEN CALL.
A Love 5tory of the Present. .
Id, thi-i navy, wifcu its coustant aud
- roj'ii.i chff.ies, its almost limitless pos
sibilities from day to day, the fates
jfi mi.ijvtij seem to sit alert spinning
on one's very doorstep. - One uncon
sciously trends lightly and whispers
in hopi;s "of being forgotten, if only
for a passing hour. Many a hasty
word dies on the lips because of the
aching memory of a cruise just passed,
the haunting fear of one fast approaching-
Of course tk-ere had been misunder
standings between them before, in the
usual rise and fall in the tide of all
human relations,but never before any
thing like this. '
Ensign Phelps had just returned
from a long wearing cruise to find a
condition of things political that sud
denly dwarfs the proportions of things
feminine. Also his sense of humor,
never rampant, happened to be further
attenuated by studying late into the
night for his approaching examination
for promotion.
Mrs. Phelps had tried to face it all,
Tjut the two dreary years of separation
3 i pi i i i. n - i -1 : i
liitu mil uer Willi nerves luui uuiveicu
; &t a breath. Then, too, she had in
stantly recognized and resented that
feeling in him that comes to all men
at such times the sense that the deep
purposes and ends of his life had
brushed her aside, that he wanted
both arms free for once. The brute that
fights to win and has been trained 15
years for just that was awake aud on fire
within him. Nothing of this had been
spoken between them, and yet it was
t the root of their quarrel that spring
morning, when words were said baok
.and forth that seemed to sweep uj the
love, devotion, patience of two lives
like ashes on the hearth where a fire
has died.
He strode along the gray, chill
streets on his way to hi ship at the
. navv yard, and she stood still, wide
ned and white. and for them both the
oast aud future were wiped out, and
the present only lived in one of those
flaming agonies of disillusion of 'which
one somehow survives such a surpris
ing uumber in the course of a life
time. 1
The baby at her feet plucked at her
dress, and the mother did not even
feel it, wrapped in that overwhelming
sense of finality that belongs to pas
sionate youth
She was conscious of no particular
animosity just then, only a sort of
wonder and awe that this should be
the end of it all. The end of a happy
girlhood, when his words of love had
made a woman of her in a day, and
happy years of wifehood, when they
were lovers still, and even happier
motherhood, that had set her apart
sanctified forever in his eyes so he
had stooped and whispered to her that
night when tfie light burned low near
by, and she had fallen asleep with her
hand in his.
She looked about in dull amazement
at the familiar things about her that
: made up their simple little home.
There under the lamp were his booka
and a pad and pencil where he had
Sat studying last night and near it her
work where she had been beside him
sewing in unwilling silence after her
long isolation. 'The indent of her
head was still on the pillow on the
lounge where she had at length thrown
.herself and lay watching him until she
fell asleep toward midnight.
She glanced about half dazed; and
then Ruth, her old colored maid, the
only servant she had ever had, came
in from the kitchen and spoke to her
In that . low, sweet, compelling voice
of hers that went back to Mrs. Phelps'
babyhood down 1 in Maryland. She
obeyed the voice from habit and went
inechanically about her morning
duties, in the performance of which a
certain warmth aud pliability returned
So Ker frozen mood. A sense of anger
and outrage began to burn again at
his last stinging words, whose probe
cent Jeep with the sure cruelty of
long association. -..
She took her little girl and went out
on her homely round of marketing,
largely trumped up by keen-witted old
Ruth.
On returning she toiled wearily up
the three flights of the apartment
house the elevator so seldom ran
after Mie men had gone for the day.
Sho sunk exhausted on the lounge in
th'3 t". y dinmg room and let the child
Amid the relics oft I spied,
Souvenirs of family pride,
That of the pant partook
Some soton honored By his land
Remembered here, or in fine hand
The autograph of some one grand,
In grandfather's scrap-book.
The hours, beguiling, grew apace,
And I forgot the time and place,
And seemed to hear, oddzook I
A-peaJing through the dusk, eft soon,
A merry, stately, old dance tune,
And clack and tread of high-heeled shoon,
Near grandfather's scrap-book.
So dreamed I, till, all hushed the rain
Till through a tiny, dusty nana 1
A trembling star-ray shook,
And misty shadows, gathering, rose
Around my vtiione.l belles and beaux,
And told me it was time to close
My grandfather's scrap-book.
-Ellen Braiuerd Pock, in N. Y. Home Journal.
pull off her gloves, one obstinate fin
ger at a time. Her eyes shut, and a
nervous reaction had set in, when she
heard a young step bounding up the
stairs and a sharp ring at her bell.
She was half conscious that Ruth
opened the door and that a boy's high
voice was saying:
"Can't I see the lady herself?"
She sat up as he approached.
"Holding telefoam corner drug
store.lady youse'U hev to hurry," he
panted and was gone again in a Cash.
Mrs. Phelps sprung after him and
called down the stairs:
"What number? Where from? Did
you hear?"
"Sixty-one," he shouted, from two
stories below.
"The navy yard!" she exclaimed, a
thrill of premonition sending her heart
into her throat.
A moment later she stood alone in
the telephone closet at the corner, and
through the transmitter a soft "Hello"
sped on its way. Then she listened.
"Yes, I'm Mrs. Phelps. Who are
you?" She had not recognized the
voice that had answered.
"Oh, Guy!" she cried, softly, in
sudden, illogical, overwhelming relief,
as she clung tightly to the receiver.
"Yes, yes I'll listen carefully,"
she said next, and then silence.
"What? What? Say it again, very
slowly. I can't understand. Surely
I haven't understood?" her voice wan
sharp, with a sudden dread. Again
silence, and then her answer:
"Not today? At once? The ship
ordered to Puerto Rico? Have I got
it right? Oh, Guy, have I got it
right?"
She listened, and a low moan of
pain escaped her.
"Rut but surely you'll come home
for a minute? I'll see you again?"
The auswer sent a shiver through
her from head to foot, and she said,
fiercely:
"I cannot stand it, Guy. I cannot!
To have you go at once like this after
this morning. Could I see you just
see you, Jy if I went straight to
the yar Sow?" And a few seconds
later:
"It's too terrible, too cruel." Sud
denly she started violently as a
thought flashed through her head, and
she asked, rapidly:
"Guy, be honest with me. Does
this sudden order mean does it
mean war? Is there any news?
Something I don't know?" and after
an interval:
"Yes, yes, I'll try. No one knows
yet, of course. Rut, Guy, speak to me
your voice is still cold and hard and
strange. Say something to me--one
word I can cling to, to help me!"
"What?" A pause.
"You are in the paymaster's office?
Clerks all about? Is that it? Please
whisper it, and I'll try and catch it."
She listened painfully only a burr,
a woman's laugh, a word in an un
known voice, a tantalizing, incessant
vibration from the endless feverish
crisscross of life going on forever, in
which she had no part.
"I can't hear Oh, Guy, I can't
hear a word," she panted. "Don't
go yet. When can I hear from you?
Just one minute; I want to say some
thing, Guy!" The telephone bell
sounded with sharp impatience even
as she spoke. She rung again and,
again, and there was no answer.
"Come back; I must say one word.
Central, give me 61, please, give me 61.
Guy, dear, won't you come for one
single second? I'm I'm so sorry for
this morning. It was all my fault,
every bit of it." She pleaded sobbing
int( the senseless thing in her hand
that no longer responded.. She rung
again and once again, frantically.
Then she sprang rigidly erect and
whispered: t
"It's too late he's gone perhaps
forever." Her head fell forward, she
swayed toward the closet door, fumbled
at the handle, opened it and cried in a
voice faint and pitiful: .
"Will souie one -help me?" Her
failing sight saw Ruth hurrying toward
her through the street door; her tail
ing hearing waa pierced by the shrill
young voice of a newsboy da-jhiug
ronud the corner:
'J2s-tra,ei-tra! President's message
read in Congress! "War sure to "
His voice was lost in the roar of the
streets, and Mrs. Phetps sank uncom
soious into Ruth's arms.
Twenty-four hours passed. Half
through the night and all day long thaJ
cries of the newsboys reached the
shrinking hearing of the young wife.
Her sweet face was stiff and ashy with
suffering; her hands so cold that her
child shrank from her touch and
whimpered. Ruth hovered about, in
and out, on a hundred foolish loving
errands. She played and laughed
boisterously with the baby to drown
all other sounds. when she caught the
first far cry that wrung her mistress'
heart again and again, coming nearer
and nearer down the street.
As the day drew to its close Mrs.
Phelps lay once again silent and spent
on the old lounge, and . again she
heard a quick step spring up the
stairs, a ring at her bell, the low words
at the door. It seemed like the con-"
fused memory of a dream. She did
not even open her eyes until Ruth
said close beside her:
Nannie, jes' broughten this yer passel
fo' you. It do smell like it might be
some sort er bo'quet," she added,
smiling, '
"Put it down, mammy; I'll arrange
them later," said Mrs. Phelps. Prob
ably some friend at the yard, who knew
of the ship's sudden sailing, had re
membered her and sent a silent mes
sage of sympathy in this sweet way.
It was often .clone from one sad
hearted wife to another, just to help
a little in the endless pathos of their
common lives.
"Land sakes, Miss Nannie, ain't you
put them posies in the water yet?"
complained Ruth, again appearing at
the door, watching for some spark of
interest in that set, white face before
her yearning eyes.
"Dat's no way to act, Miss Nannie,
an' you know dat right well. When
folks takes de trouble an' de
'spense to buy you some flowers, you'd
orter spunk up 'nough shorely to say
'howdy to 'em."
"All right, mammy dear; please
don't scold," said'Mrs. Phelps, a smile
breaking for an instant through the
rigidity of her face.
She arose aud began to untie the
string about the pasteboard box. She
raised the lid and lifted out a great
pile of pink and yellow roses. The
baby ran toward her with a soft coo
of delight. Then Mrs. Phelps gave a
loud cry, and the roses fell all about,
her. She stood staring wildly at an
envelope that had slipped to the bot
tom of the box, addressed to her in her
husband's handwriting. It was as if
it came from a grave, that awful silence
of the sea. For a second she was
afraid to touch it and stood with her
hands pressed over her heart Then
she seized the envelope, aud with one
swift motion of her trembling forefin
ger ripped it open and read with eyes
half-blinded with tears:
"The pilot leaves us at Scotland
lightship in a few moments. He will I
take this back to the city. Also an
order for , a few flowers, which I can
only hope will go straight. You should
get this tomorrow or next day. I am
on my knees to you, my wife, for this
morning. I beg your pardon it was
all a lie, every ugly word of it. Try
and forget it if you can. Stamp it out
of your memory, for it has no real ex
istence against all the rest all the
happy years. Just try and remember
those, and love me a little, dear.
"Do not believe the papers d& not
read them. Peace may come but of it
all yet, and if. not try and be brave.
A sailor has need of a plucky wife.oue
drilled into the tough spirit of a 'reg
ular' by long service. And remember:
"Ours not to reason why
Ours but to do "
He had shied at the word with no
time to rewrite. "Good bye,my love.
Ah! if I could have held you just for
one seconcfand heard you whisper 'It's
all right, Guy.' But take our little
one in your arms and look into her
eyes my eyes you've always said
and read there my endless love and
honor. Kiss her aud hold her close,
and forgive me, forgive me."
Mrs. Phelps fell on her knees and
throwing her arms about her baby be
gan to sob like a tired child. And the
little girl patted her cheek and crooned
to her, the spark of motherhood al
ready alive in her, and Ruth brooded
over them both.
At that moment once again the
shout came piercingly up from the
street below:
"Ex-tra! - Congress will declare
war!"
The young wife sprang to her feet
aud shook her fist in the direction of
the voice, aud half laughing, half sob
bing, she cried:
. "It is not war it is peace, thank
God!" Chicago Record.
How Ho Won Her,
"Humph!" growled the multi-millionaire,
"so you want my girl's hand,
do you? Have you lots of enter
prise?". "Well," retorted the hardy swain,
"I'm after the only daughter cf just
about the richest and meanest man in
these parts." New York World.
Age of .furor in South Carolina.
The constitution of South Carolina
provides that jurors must be between
the ages of 21 and 65, and a new trial
was rerentl v granted in a criminal
case because one of the jurors waa f.6
years old.
OUR WEST INDIAN ISLES.
ABOUT A DOZEN GO WITH CUBA AND
PORTO RICO.
Som of Them Are Unimportant, But
Others Are Kegarded as Quite Valua
ble .Characteristics of the Isle of Pioes
Spain's Last Foothold in the Wet.
The demand of the United States
upon Spain calls for the cession to the
United States not only of Porto Rico,
but of all the other West Indian islands
except Cuba. , The average man knows
of but the two great Spanish islands,
Cuba and Porfo Rico, but there are
about a dozen others, some of them
unimportant, but others regarded as
quite valuable.
These islands are off the coast of
Cuba and Porto Rico. The greater
number of them are near Cuba's shore,
and it will be a question for decision
whether they shall belong to the
United States by the terms of the
treaty vu- whether they shall be consid
ered as a part of-ZJuba. For the most
part these islands aiVlike the reefs
of Florida and the Bahama Some
are of calcareous origin, being the
creation of the same coral builders
that may be seen through the trans
parent waters still at work on the
marine bed. These keys vary greatly
iu size. Some of them are islands
large enough to be habitable, with
fresh water fot the consumption of
those who choose to make them their
dwelling place. The largest of these
reefs on the northern-shore is the
Cayo Romano, with an estimated area
of 180 square miles, and its surface
broken by three hillocks. The chief
industry there, and, indeed, the only
one that will thrive, is that of gather
ing salt. The island is filled with de
pressions of from one to two feet deep.
During the storms the waves dash
over the keys and leave the depres
sions filled with water. When sum
mer comes with its burning sun the
heat dries the water and a deposit of
salt is left. It is believed that the
Cayo Romano could supply the salt
needed for the use of all Cuba.
Reefs and islets are even more nu
merous off the south coast of Cuba
thau in the north. Here they are
further from the shore and less regu
lar. The most extensive island of the
1300 that are strewn around the Cu
ban seaboard is the Isla de Pinos
(Isle of Pines),
nearly as large as
put together. In
which, indeed, is
all of the others
the statement of
Spain's possessions, made by official
sources, it always has a place to it
self. The island, which lies 50 miles
off the southwest coast of Cuba, con
sists really of two islands, separated
by a tortuous passage, half channel,
half swamp, , which winds at a nearly
uniform width for about three miles
from west to east. From east, to west
the Isla des Pinos is sixty miles
in length, and from uorth to
south its breadth is fifty-five miles,
the area being 600 square miles. It
is a beautiful island, with excellent
harbors, lofty mountains, fertile plains
and many rivers. In its centre is a
mountain known as the Sierra des la
Canada, rising about 1600 feet above
the level of the sea and with preci
pices 150 feet in height. There are
also Daguilla mountain, 1500 feet in
height; the Sierra de los Cabellos,
1074 feet in height; and several other
smaller peaks. At the base of these
mountains are quarries from which
beautiful marble may be extracted,
although they have been worked to
but a slight extent. Though the riv
ers are shallow, several of them are
navigable for four or five milesfc their
main advautage being that they keep
the island well watered. The princi
pal products are cattle, tobacco, ma
hogany, cedar and other woods, sul
phur, pitch and tar, but there are also
mines from which silver, quicksilver
and iron are extracted.
The climate of the island -is mild
and healthy all the year and few pre
sent a better chance for settlers, and
yet it has only a population of about
2000. The Isla de Pinos has always
been regarded as a dependency of
Havana, . and would probably be
claimed by the Oubau government!
Between Porto Rico and the Virgin
Islands there is a group called the
Passage Islands, winch will come into
our possession. The largest and most
important of the group is Viques, or
Crab Island, lying nine miles off Porto
Rico, and which is eighteen miles
long by four broad. The soil is Dot
good, there being indeed but little
dirt on the barren rocks. A ridge of
small hills runs through the middle,
rising to a good height on the south
west end of the island. Isabel Segun
da on the north side is the solitary
village, and there live fishermen.
The harbor is good, for there are nu
merous bays, and at one time Viques
was the resort of pirates who preyed
upon the rich commerce of the West
Indies.
Fishermen and woodcutters to the
number of about 500 make their home
on Culebra, the second largest island
iu the Passage group. Culebra lies
about sixteen miles to the eastward
of Cape San Juan. Because of its ir
regular outline aud, bronen, steep,
shore the island Is also sometimes
kuown as-Serpeut Isnud. Like Viques,
its coast is indentedV with many, bays
which afford excellent harbors. There
are many small kills tbaj are covered:
with scrub timber, but the soil is c
sterile compared with the fertility of
Porto Rico that no attempt is made to
cultivate it on an extensive scale, and
the 1500 inhabitants support them
selves by fishing and gathering wood.
The principal village on Viques is
Port Mula, where live 1000 inhabi
tants, under the direction of a gov
ernor appointed by the governor-general
of Porto Rico. A lighthouse
stands at this port. -
The other islands of this group are
of even less importance. They are
small keys like those off the Florida
coast and few are inhabited- North
east Key is small, oval-shaped, 340
feet high, and its two square miles of
area is thickly wooded. Byrd Key,
near Northeast Key, is four square
miles in area, and remarkably rocky.
Near by are other small islets that are
also wooded, but the dwelling place
of fishermen.
On Culebrita Island, or Little Cu
lebra, which lies about a mile from
Culebra, i3 a lighthouse whose light,
at an elevation of more than 300 feet,
can be seen for 15 miles.
Two other islands worthy of men
tion are at the western extremity of
Porto Rico. These are Mona and
IVfonita islands. Mona is near the
Mayaga-cv in.W and gives its name to
the broad chaunelsV flowing between
Porto Rica and San Donnlngo. Mona,
that is "Monkey" Passage, tenriinates
on the west in a bold headland topped
by a huge overhanging rock known
to seamen by the suggestive name of
"Caigo O No Caigo?" (Shall I fall or
not?") Near Mona is the islet known
as Monita, or Little Monkey.
In their present condition none of
these islands is of any importance,
but it is believed that under Ameri
can rule they will be as prosperous as
those of the same size on our own
coast. Their climate is delightful
and they would make ideal summer
resorts. The real reason, however,
for their acquisition by tha United
States is to prevent Spain from retain
ing even a foothold in the western
hemisphere.
Prisoners of War Among Savages.
In the days of long ago, according
to the distance of tribes or nations
from the savage state, prisoners of
war were either held as slaves or sac
rificed to the gods. Some of our na
tive redskin tribes, as well as the sav-"
ages of Africa and the South sea, took
no prisoners at all ; they were a nui
sance, and the thing was mutual, any
how. It was "no quarter" all around,
like the pirates' black flag, and better
die fighting bravely, with an arrow, in
the heart, than live to be roasted at
the stake for the entertainment of
gods and victors. Slavery was the
milder fate that befell all war prison
ers of Rome. This was general
throughout all Eastern countries for
many centuries after Rome were dead,
and prevails still in some back-num-,
ber localities. f
Prisoners of war were slain by heca
tombs on the altars of the gods in
Carthage, but those bloody heathen
divided these favors equally, their
own people coming in for these heav
enly honors at the same time. When
the Spaniards entered the new world
they found the same practice had
plowed its way across t Mexico and
Peru, and those tender-hearted inva
ders, who didn't mind chopping up a
few thousand natives before breakfast,
lifted their hands in holy horror at
roasting prisoners of war. So they
attempted to discourage the custom
by calling the attention of the big
Aztec chiefs to the fact that the
Christian creed couldiot tolerate any
such abominations. New York Press.
The Champion Somnambulist.
Farmer Broadbelt of Berwyn, Ches
ter county, has a very good claim
upon the title of champion somnambu
list. One morning Broadbelt arose
from his bed at 2 o'clock, and, with
out stopping to change his night robe
f jr more suitable attire, went out to
his barn and milked all of his 16 cows
and prepared the milk for market.
This took considerable time, of
course, but after that was done he
hitched up the horse and wagon, and,
loading the milk cans upon the latter,
drove off to the station. There he un
loaded the cans according to his daily
custom and drove back home.
The dawn was just breaking when
he drove the wagon into the barnyard.
He was sound asleep and had been so
during the entire performance. His
return to consciousness was due to a
vigorous shaking administered by his
wife, who, having missed him from
his bed, had gotten dressed and sallied
forth to find him. Inasmuch as this
story is vouched for by Broadbelt him
self, it is clear that he is unquestion
ably tho champion sleepwalker or
something else. .
Tim Last Christy Minstrel.
There was an amateur minstrel en
tertainment for a charitable purpose
m Johnsburg, Penn., recently, which
was notable for its star performer.
This was William A. Porter, aged 73,
the last survivor of the origiual Christy
Miustiels of 1815, with which he
played the violin and tambourine aud
sang bass. He was with the troupe
ou its historic trip to Europe aud Au
stralia 50 years ago. TJae veteran
played a violin solo, thumped the tam-
i b.mnne as it was done by the original
I minstrels and sang a bass solo at the
entertainment New York Sun.
MAKE SOMEBODY CLAD
On life's rugged road,
As we journey each dayN
Far, far more of sunshine
Would brighten the way
If,, forgetful of self
And our troubles, we had
The will, and would try
To make other hearts glad.
Though of the world's wealth
We've little In store,
And labor to keep
Grim want from the door,
With a hand that is kind
And a heart that is true,
To make others glad "
There is much' we may do.
And a word kindly spoken,
A smile or a tear.
Though seeming as nothing.
Full often may cheer,
Each day of our lives
Some treasure would add,
To be conscious that we
Have made somebody glad.
Those who sit in thp darkness .
Of sorrow, so drear,
Have need of a trifle : ,
Of solace and cheer.
There are homes that are desolate,
Hearts that are sad;
Do something for some one
Make somebody glad.
HUMOROUS.
1 We don't see why church mice
should be so poor; they don't have to
help pay the minister's salary.
"Did you say the man was shot in
the woods, doctor?", "No, I didn't,
I said he was shot in the lumber re
gion.'" -Ada Why does Alice speak of Ton
as hen- intended? Are they engaged?
Beatrice jSoJvjt she intends they
shall bel
,
He My wife never got falvj better
of me but once. She Lucky toaan I
When was that? He (sighing) vVhen
she married me.
Abe Father used to be pretty gen
erous, but now he only hands out his
odd change. Gabe Probably the
change will do you good.
Algernon -Tommy, do yon think
your sister would marry, me? Tommy
Yes, she'd marry almost anybody
from what she said to ma.
"Was your ship crippled by the
storm?" asked 1 the reporter. "She
was not," replied the captain, "though
she lost one of her hands. "
"Do you really think the peace of
Europe is threatened?" "No," said
the Chinese diplomat; "what is really
iu danger is a piece of Asia. "
"I should like most," said the
dreamy boarder, "to be a great
painter." "The sculptor cuts a pretty
figure sometimes," said Peppers. ,
Anna .Taf.k. dftar. wva von tm
in love before. Jack Sure. You
don't think for a minute I'd practise
on a nice little girl like you, I hope.
She How Mr. Bickers and his wife
do quarrel ! He Yes. They've been
running their establishment on a bi
partisan system ever since they were
married.
"Pa," said little Willie, propound
ing his sixteenth question. "Well,
my son." "Pa, how'd. the man who
named the first bicycle know it was a
bicycle?"
Medium Mr. North, here is the
spirit of your wife. She wants to
speak to you. Mr. North YoU ...
should be more definite, madam; I've
buried three.
She Some of those society fellows
turned out to be good fighters. He
Yes; their experience iu the suppef
rooms at public receptions wastnrneJ
to a good account.
Perplexed rater 3o you have been
fighting again, Edgar? I cannot pos
sibly imagine from which of you
dear parents you have inherited your
bellicose disposition.
A doctor who was one of the corps
of physicians appointed to vaccinate
policemen remarked, "What is the
use of vaccinating these . fellows?
They never catch anything."
Minnie WThat frauds these beggars '
are. I met. a "blind" man who said.
"Please give me a penny, beautiful
lady!" Mamie Yes, he said that to
make you think he really was blind.
inai iormne-ieuer saia u i paia
her $5 she would reveal to me why I
don't get rich." "Did you give it to
uer.' ies, ana sue 101a me x naa a '
great weakness for fooling away
money."
"Mad KnglishuitMi."
No matter what is in train, whether
it be the siege of Sebastopol, the ad
vance to Khartoum, the blockade of
Manila, or any other little excitement,
if Englishmen be on the spot, they
are pretty certain tq do either one of
two things, or both play a cricke4
match; hold a race meeting. Those
oi luexM-insn nanon in j.vianiia,in view
of the scarcity of food, would seem to
be keeping their hacks and hunter
for the larder, and have therefore con
teuted themselves with the pleasures
of the cricket field. The "mad-Eug-lishmeu,"
as they are called by the
Manila people, would not be satbtled
until, in the words of. a correspond
ent, "under a blazing tropica! tn t, .
with the American floAt, in Jim iv n
bombardment imminent, aud the na
tives on tlie point of rising to massacre,
the whole crowdfor that is what it
i.s likely to oonie to if they do rise :(.
,itt!e game of crick ft wax nr!',uisi.l l
;weeu Manila and the Jtutn.-rtaltta
lette.