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VOL. X. PLYMOUTH, N. C FRIDAY, OCTOBER 14, 1898. NO. 4.
LITTLE BROWN HANDS
"Juey drive the oows home from the pasture,
Up through the long shady lane,
Where the quail whistles loud in the wheat
fields, That are yellow with ripening grain.
They find in the thick waving grasses.
Where the 8oarlet-llpped strawberry
grows,
They gather the earliest snowdrops,
And the first crimson buds of the rose.
They toss the new hay in the meadow;
They gather the elder-bloom white;
They And where the dusky grapes purple
In the soft-tinted October light.
They know where the apples hang ripest,
And are sweeter than Italy's wines;
They know where the fruit hangs the
thickest
On the long, thorny blackberry vines.
They gath-- " e delicate sea-weeds,
And bui .iiiy castles of sand;
They pick up the beautiful sea shells
Fairy barks that have drifted to land.
They wave from the tall, rocking treetops,
Where the oriole's hammock-nest swings;
And at night time are folded in slumber
By a song that a fond mother sings.
Those who toil bravely are strongest;
The humble and poor become great;
and so from those brown-handed children
Shall grow mighty rulers of state.
The pen of the author and statesman
The noble and wise of the land
The sword and the chisel and palette
Shall be held in the little brown hand.
M. H. Krout.
A Sage-Brush Nightingale, J
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BY MAJOK ALFBED B. CALHOUN
Kitty Mims is not a common name,
nor can it be truthfully affirmed that
it is at all suggestive of romance. Yet
Kitty Mims was a remarkable young
woman; but this was due as much to
her unusual surroundings as to her
uudonbted personal charms.
Simon Mims, Kitty's father, was
the laudlord of the Aurora hotel, the
only tavern in the mining town of Ex
perience, Nevada, that agreed to fur-
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beast and kept its pledge to the letter.
Simon Mims was known far and
near as "the Doctor," and he felt not
a little proud of the title. "I ain't
never graddyated as ye mout say,"
he would explain to strangers who
came for a prescription, "but thar's
two pains I set on relieving every
time, and they're the pains that most
troubles folks in these diggings
they're hunger and thirst. Are you
troubled that way, friend'?"
The population of Experience was
largely transient and largely composed
of rough miners, many of them for
eigners, who seemed to have acquired
the English language in a very pro
fane atmosphere.
rue gentler sex was not well repre
sented. Four sets of cotillions ex-
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uausteu uie supply, auu as tney were
not always available for the Saturday
night dances, the younger men
fastened handkerchiefs, about their
arms, and so were bre vetted "ladies,"
for the time being.
But, had the ladies, been repre
sented by the usual proportion, and
had Experience been many times
more populous, still Kitty Mims must
have been the belle.
She was over the average in height,
finely formed and with a certain pi
quant, self-reliant expression in her
dark eyes and about her rich lips, that
made her irresistibly attractive to the
habitues of the Aurora hotel.
Her education was limited to a not
very familiar acquaintance with the
three R's. But the miners, one and
all, were ready to wagertheir "bottom
dollar" that as a singer "Kitty Mims
would give odds to Neilson, Patti and
the hull caboodle of 'em, and then
come out many lengths ahead."
Judged by the effect of her efforts,
no prima donna that ever trod the
boards could surpass her when she
sang. "The lone starry hours give
me lgye," which was always followed
by a storm of "angkores."
But she came out strongest in "Way
down upon de Swaunee Ribber," and
"Some, Sweet Home." songs that in
variably produced a great deal of
coughing on the part of her bearded
auditors, and the use of handkerchiefs
just as if they were troubled with
Bidden colds or dust in their eyes.
Of course, Kitty Mims had suitors,
and of course she was the cause of
much heart-burning amoegst her many
admirers, for it must be confessed she
was not ignorant of her charms with
a fascinating xyrainy, against which
the strongest did not dare to revolt.
Rufus Ford, the superintendent of
the mine, was a confident, fine-looking
fellow, and he boarded at the Aurora
hotel. Up to the time of his meet
ing Kitty he was in profound ignor
ance of poetry as an art. But his soul
was touched so that he attempted to
compose a song, in which he designed
having "darling Kitty Mims" at the
end of every stanza. He failed mis
erably in the effort, as a more prac
ticed rhymer might have done.
"If the name had only been Ford,"
be said, "I'd had no trouble with it.
There's 'adored' and 'floored' and
'gored' and and"i
"And 'swored," said Tom Reed,
coming to the foreman's aid.
Mr. Ford refused any assistance, in
this connection, and it may be added
he had no admiration for tlie young
man who volunteered his help.
Tom Reed was a tall, well-built man
of six-and-twenty, "bashful as a gal,"
his companions said. He was the only
man in Experience that neither drank
nor gaaAled, end though these were
hindrances to his social status, it vas
generally thought that he would get
over the defects when he was older.
It was Rufus Ford's privilege to sit
at the table on which Kitty Mims
waited. He was always Kitty's first
partner at the dances; and the very
first time a buggy drove down the one
street of Experience, Kitty sat in it
beside the young superintendent.
The older men joked with Simon
Mims, and thought the landlord was
non-committal; he gave the impres
sion that he would not object to Rufus
Ford for a son-in-law .
"But," he would say, "the gal's
young, and as she ain' got no mother
to advise with her, I calk'late she'd
better not think of marryin' for some
years to come."
The younger men gradually dropped
off one at a time, reluctantly leaving
the field to Rufus Ford; the only ex
ception was Tom Reed.
It might be said, however, that Tom
Reed was really never in the field. He
did not board at the Aurora hotel.
Kitty had never "sweetened his coffee
by looking into it" a plan that was
thought to save her father much sugar.
He had never danced with her, though
once when he did muster up courage
to ask her hand for the next set, she
was engaged.
Tom Reed spent many of his spare
hours at the hotel, w atching for Kitty
Mims, and pretending not to see her
when she came iu sight.
On her nineteenth birthday Tom
sent her a bouquet of wild flowers he
had gathered in the hills that morning
in honor of the occasion the whole
camp took a holiday and in the cen
tre of the blossoms he hid a golden
heart which he had himself rudely
fashioned from a nugget he had long
kept by him.
It was rumored that Rufus Ford had
sent to 'Frisco for a "dime-ant ring,"
and that Kitty would wear it at the
dance that evening.
As often before, the dining-room of
the aurora hotel did service this
night as a ballroom, and from the
crowded doorway Tom Reed looked
at the dancers, and he caught the flash
of a jewel on Kitty's hand.
After the dancing had progressed
some time the men about the walls
began shouting:
"A song! a song from the Rage brush
nightingale!" Having no cold to urge
as an excuse, and being as w illing to
oblige them as they were auxious to
have her, Kitty Mims mounted a chair
amid great applause and sang the
favorite songs. But the "Suawnee
River" and "Home, Sweet Home"
were not given tonight, there being
no wish to divert thought from the
"present festivities to other scenes.
During the evening Kitty managed
to get near to where Tom Reed was
standing, and she whispered:
"Thank you, Tom."
His eyes did not deceive him. Some
of his flowers were iu her dark hair,
and the golden heart hung from a
chain that encircled her smooth,
white throat.
Tom Reed did not wait any longer,
but went to his cabin up the moun
tain side aud lay down, but it was not
to sleep. He could not define his
feelings, could give, if questioned, no
adequate cause for the tumultuous joy
at his heart. He was too happy for
reason, too much excited for rest.
It was near daylight when he fell
into a doze, but in his dreams he still
saw the blossoms in her hair and the
heart, of gold upon her breast.
She was calling his name louder
louder. She was beating on the door.
"Tom Reed! Tom Reed! For God's
sake, come out! The mine is on fire!"
He sprang up and threw open the
door.
There stood Kitty, white-faced and
excited.
"See, Tom! see! There are eight
men in the shaft and eight of them
married"
Tom Reed did not wait to bear
more. He saw the pillar of smoke
shooting up from the mouth of the
mine, about which the people crowded,
the bravest not daring to descend the
fatal opening. Even Rufus Ford had
lost his head and seemed paralyzed.
"What are you about, Tom Reed!
Don't go down, man! Don't!" shout
ed the people.
"Stand by! the fire has not touched
the shaft. Pull up usual signal!"
That was all Tom Reed said. The
next instant he was lost to sight. He
had gone down the chain, "hand over
hand."
Encouraged by this daring example,
the men got their senses and the
women hushed their wailing.
After long minutes, a signal came
up from the smoking depths. The
stationary engine was started, and the
bucket rose holding four blackened,
half-suffocated men.
Again the signal was given and
again the bucket rose, with four other
men, and one of them gasped out:
"For heaven's sake.lower away.quick!
Tom Reed is roasting!"
The bucket flew down the shaft
from which lurid heat gusts now came
with the smoke.
An awful lapse of agonizing seconds,
then came a signal to "Haul up!"
The bucket flew to the surface en
veloped iu flame.
A cry of horror burst from the
throats of strong men, and Kitty
Mims fell, faiutiug. beside the
blackened, blistered form that was
snatched from the mouth of the pit.
"Any other man but brave Tom
Reed would have died," was the
general comment weeks afterwards,
when it was found Tom would live
live, but never again to look up at the
hills that he loved.
"Why why did you go dowu?"
asked Kitty, as she sat beside his bed,
wondering why he was feeling her
fingers they had no jewled ring now.
"I thought of the wives of the mar
ried men, Kitty. I was single. What
mattered it so that I saved them."
"Hush! Tom!"
He left a tear on his hand and he
knew her lips were near his sightless
face.
"You will want a wife no, Tom.
Let my eyes do for both. Father is
willing."
It is the privilege of queens to pro
pose, but when Kitty was a queen, and
she is none the less one now that she
is Mrs. Reed and the landlady of the
Aurora hotel.
If Tom Reed ever bemoaned hie
calamity no one knew it not even
the wife, from whom he could have
no secrets.
"INTELLECTUAL CONTACT."
Mm. Skiggins Felt Denied a Great Benefit
Her Spouse Knjoyed.
His wife had been home all day and
was anxious for a little news.
"You are down town every day and
have a chance to see people and en
gage in conversations," she said re
proachfully, "while I am right here in
the house with no chance to meet any
body. "But I go down to work," he pro
tested. "Yes, but you cau't help seeing
somebody you know and exchanging
views and getting the benefit of in
tellectual contact. The benefit may
be imperceptible at the moment, but
it exists. Now, I dare say, you haven't
got into your office before you meet
somebody. "
"That's a fact. I met Miss Pinks.
She must have read about some bar
gain that she apparently wanted. I
don't see what else could have gotten
her out so early."
"And, of course," she went on tri
umphantly, "you paused and ex
changed a few words."
"That's a fact. We did. She said,
'Howdy do, Mr. Skiggins,'and I said,
'Howdy do, Miss Biuks.'"
"Was that all?"
"Every word. I met Breefer, the
firm's lawyer, just as I was going into
the elevator."
"And what did he say?"
"He said, 'How are you?' and I
said, 'flow are you?' to him."
"Are you quite sure that was all?"
"Quite sure. He was in a hurry to
get to the street and I was in a hurry
to catch the elevator. During the day
a few book agents tried to get at me,
but I had given orders that I was not
to be disturbed. A man can't work
and be sociable at the same time. As
I was coming home I met my brother."
"Of course, you stopped to chat."
"No. We didn't chat. He said,
'Hello, Frank,' and I. said, 'Hello,
Jim,' and that's all there was to it.
Honestly, Sarah, I must say I think
you overestimate the importance of
this 'intellectual contact' idea." De
troit Free Press.
The Birds of Alaska.
The following from Outing describes
some of the birds which breed so
plentifully in the land of the Klon
dike: "No sooner had the twilight settled
over the island than new bird voices
calied from the hills about us. The
birds of the day were at rest and their
place was filled with the night deni
zens of the island. They came from
the dark recesses of the forests, first
single stragglers, increased by mid
night to a stream of eager birds, pass
ing to and from the sea. Many, at
tracted by the glow of the burning
logs, altered their course and circled
about the fire a few times and then
sped on. From their notes we iden
tified the principal night prowlers as
the Cassiu's auklet, rhinoceros auk,
murrelet and varieties of petrel.
' 'All through the night our slumbers
were frequently disturbed by birds
alighting on the sides of the tent, slip
ping down with great scratching into
the grass below, where our excited
dog took a hand iu the matter, day
light often finding our tent strewn
with the birds he had captured during
the night. When he found time to
sleep I do not know. He was after
birds the entire twenty-four hours.
"In climbing over the hills of the
island vre discovered the retreats of
these night birds, the soil everywhere
through the deep woods being fairly
honeycombed with their nesting bur
rows. The larger tunnels of the rhi
noceros auks were, as a rule, on the
slopes of the hill, while the little bur
rows of the Cassin's auklet were on
top in the flat places. We opened
many of their queer abodes that ran
back with many turns to a distance of
ten feet or more. Oue or both birds
were invariably found at the end, cov
ering their single egg, for this species,
like many other sea birds, divide the
duties of incubation, both sexes doing
an equal share, relieving each other
at night."
The
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POKTO RICO'S MINES.
"SOMEWHERE" IN ISLAND ARE VERY
RICH COLU DEPOSITS.
For Sometime After Its Conquest the
Spaniards Maintained a Mint There
The Mines Sealed to Keep the English
Out Worked by Slaves and Indians.
Somewhere in the island of Porto
Rico there are hidden gold mines of
fabulous richness, unless all the old
Elizabethan sailors were grossly de
ceived and the old chronicles all are
wrong. "Porto Rico" means "rich
port," and it was so named long ago,
shortly after the first great voyage of
Columbus into the unknown western
sea. It was known as a port of call
for the immense Spanish galleons on
their way to and from the coasts of
Central America and the islands of the
Antilles, aud, therefore, was watched
with particular interest by the mer
chant mariners of merry England.
Many a fine old galleon was picked up
in the sea around San Juan. But not
only the hope of picking tip a galleon
or two inspired the English sea rovers
to steer for Porto Rico. Out of the
mysterious Western World there came
adventurers with strange and exciting
tales of ancient Indian mines in the
island, and Porto Rico swam before
the eyes of the knights of the sea in
those days in a golden glory.
That gold was produced in the island
in paying quantities is proven by the
fact that the Spanish from the time of
its conquest maintained a mint there,
and the Indians carried on their bar
ter with the white men with gold and
silver. The city of San Juan de Porto
Rico, one of the old towns of the new
world, was always full of treasure,
and many attacks were made on it by
British soldiers, sailors, merchant
mariners and plain pirates. The city
was garrisoned strongly in conse
quence, and the fortifications were the
strongest or any in the new world.
So powerful were the defenses that
few ordinary rovers' expeditions dared
to attack the place. Most of them
contented themselves with cruising
up and down outside and swooping on
such Spanish vessels as happened to
saito or from the port. Even the
English considered the port impreg
nable. Once they succeeded in tak
ing it, but not by sea. The natural
disadvantages of the country made
it impossible for them to hold it, how
ever. The first man to attack it, Drake,
nearly paid for it with the loss of his
whole fleet.
The successful attack on Porto Rico
was made exactly three centuries ago,
in June, 1598. Then the Earl of Cum
berland took it after severe fighting,
with the intention of holding it for
his country as an outpost of British
colonies. But fever aud heat made it
impossible to remain and the forces
were withdrawn with no profit to show
for the occupation, for the treasure
houses had been emptied and the In
dians would not, or could not, toll
where the rich mines were.
Drake's unsuccessful attack had
been made three years before and had
been confined to an attack by sea. His
men were beaten off with great loss.
Drake had been after a galleon that
was repairing in the harbor and after
the treasure that was in the islaud
treasure houses. But the Earl of
Cumberland was after the island and
its hidden mines. So rich was the
island said to be that the English be
lieved that gold had been found there
in wedges and nuggets great enough
to serve as plates and trays when
beaten out.
The Earl of Cumberland's men, after
they had taken the town, heard that
Joachin de Luyando, once a mint mas
ter in the island, who had become
prodigiously wealthy in a few years,
had sent the king of Spain a mass of
pure gold which was found to be worth
3500 ducats. That there was such a
miut master on the island and that he
was enormously rich, is established.
But where the mines are from which
the wealth came none knows today.
All that is known is that old mines
were worked by the Indians aud slaves
of the Spanish somewhere in the in
terior of the island and that
was transported to San Juan
the
on
ore
the
backs of the workers.
It was sometime in the reign of
Philip of Spain that the gold mines of
Porto Rico were sealed up and their
secret lost, unless it exists some
where in some ancient and forgotten
state paper in the archives of Spain.
The islaud was of the greatest impor
tance to the Spanish government as a
port of call and a harbor of refuge
for the great treasure ships that sailed
between Spain and the other more
western ports of the Antilles and the
rich Central American coast For this
reason alone the English were auxious
to possess it, but it was hard to get
an expedition out in those days unless
the gentlemen adventurers foresaw a
good share of spoils. Therefore, it
was said, the king of Spain, having
many other sources of gold at his dis
posal, thought it prudent not to tempt
the English to attack his necessary
outpost, and for this reason the mines
were shut dowu aud sealed.
At any rate, the Porto Rico gold
mines disappeared from common
knowledge all at once. And never
has there b?en anv authentic account
be excused for classing them as myths
were it not for that story of Joachin
de Luyando and his golden plates.
Under the mediieval rule of the Span
iard in the last 300 years there has
been little inducement or chance for
seekers after lost mines. Now who
knows ? the American conqueror fol
lowing a quest much different from
that of hi3 predecessors of the same
race, the Earl of Cumberland and the
great Captain Drake, may stumble on
the seer ets for the possession of which
so many Englishmen have died.
SARDINE FISHING AND CANNING.
No One Ever Saw a Live Sardine Out of
the Water.
The peddlers in the streets of Paris
are now crying out, "Sardines de
Nantes!" and the grocers display the
little varnished boxes labelled "Sar
dines a l'huile, fabrication 1898."
But where do the sardines come
from? Certainly not , from Nantes.
They come from Quiberon, Douar
nenez, Copcarneau, Croisic, and
especially from Belle Isle.
The sardine fishing season com
mences at the beginning of June. As
soon as the fishermen of the coast of
Brittany notice shoals of porpoises or
flocks of seagulls off shore in great
numbers they immediately make sail,
for the sardine is there. The birds
and porpoises locate him. The build
ing and repairing of the sardine fish
ing boats during what is called the
dead season give employment to a
great many workmen. As a rule, they
are ten-tonners, with a crew of from
six to ten men. The captain and the
mate are the only professional fisher
men on board; the others are men of
all trades. The outfit consists ex
clusively of nets with very small
meshes, and their length is from
100 to 500 metres. The upper
parts of the nets are kept upon the
surface of the water by corks and the
entire machine is held rigid by pieces
of lead at the bottom. The nets are
all stained a sort of sea green color,
to render them less visible.
When the first school of sardines is
noticed the boats all run to the fishing
grounds. The exact presence of the
fish is determined by an oily substance
on the surface of the water and also
by a considerable quantity of little
scales, which give the water a metallic
appearance. Iu calm weather, as
soon as the captain has his boat im
mediately over the shoal he lowers his
nets, and two men of the crew, with
great oars, work steadily to keep the
boat stationary, while the others
lower the nets. Standing at the stern
of the boat the captain throws the
chum overboard. This chum is a bait
made of the eggs of the codfish, and it
keeps the fish in the desired place.
A spot that is well baited in this way
is called larden in French, and the
casting of the chum is called bailler.
In a few moments, if the fish are
plentiful, new quantities of scales
float upon the surface and the net it
self is agitated by the struggles of the
immense number of fish. Then it is
lifted, and while the sails are again
hoisted and the boat pointed for shore
the men of the crew shake the nets
and toss the fish upon the deck.
A curious thing about this kind of
fishing is that ODe rarely sees a living
sardine out of the water. The fish
make a little squeak when taken from
the water and die instantly. Of the
250 or 300 fishing boats fitted out at
Belle Isle 200 belong to Palais and the
others to Sauzon. It is in these two
ports that the fishermen sell their
fish. An ordinary catch of sardines
gives to each boat from 8000 to 10,
000 fish, and the price is regulated by
quantity brought in by the first
comers.
Keeps the Gun That Saved His Life.
Don Stark, Ann Arbor's hero iu the
battle at Santiago, arrived home on a
20-day furlough, although he will,
without doubt, be discharged from
service on account of his disabil
ity. The news of his arrival spread
and frieuds and neighbors invaded his
home, anxious to hear first-handed
an account of the memorable fight
with the Spanish.
Stark brought back with him the
Springfield rifle he carried and which
saved his life. A Spanish shell struck
the gun about 18 inches from the muz
zle aud bent it nearly at right angles.
Glaucing from this the shell struck
his wrist and severed his hand from
his arm as if by a knife. Had it not
been for his gun, the shell undoubt
edly would have killed him. At the
time Stark was wounded he was on a
railroad track and the Spaniards from
a fort a mile and a half away rained
shot and shell among the soldiers.
He crawled to the shelter of the
woods, and in five minutes was being
attended to by the surgeons. Detroit
(Mich.) Tribune.
Preserving Wood From Ueeay.
A new method of preserving wood
from decay, known as the Haskiu
process, is being tried ou a large scale
iu England. Instea ! of withdrawing
the sap and injecting creosote or some
other antiseptic substance as is us
ually done, Mr. Haskiu submits the
wood to superheated air, under s
pressure of 1 1 atmospheres. Undei
this process, it is a erred, the Rap is
chemically changed into a-powerful
antiseptic mixture, which, by consjli-
THE MULE'S HARD LOT.
I'm a mule, an army donkey,
Never kicking,
Always sticking
To the troops where'er they go.
Silently I bear my burden,
Not a word of credit get,
Never grumbling,
Ever stumbling
Through the dry and through the wet,
I'm a factor in the army,
Ought to see me in a fight,
Always ready,
Ever steady,
Be it day or be it night.
I am good for any labor,
Tote the beans or drag a gun,
Never minding
All the blinding
Bain of lead, though others run. ,
When I'm old and totter legged '
Up in steaks the boys in blue
Kip and gash me,
Cut and slash me
And my work at last is through.
Detroit Free Press.
HUMOROUS.
An Illinois boy was recently asked
to define the word "goblin," and sol
emnly responded, "A goblin is th
ghost of a turkey."
"Kirby tells me he walks in his
sleep." "How remarkable! He
doesn't do anything but sit around
while he is awake."
The Christian Scientist Your dya
pepsia exists only in your mind. The
Sufferer Now, I know I am not so
low minded as that.
Young Wife But aren't you the
man I gave some cake to on Monday?
Tramp Yes, mum; but thank the
fates! I've got over it.
"That policeman on our beat a
wonderful man." "How's that?"
"He's on duty all night and nevJl
sleeps a wink in day time."
"McSnob is certainly the laziest
man on earth." "Lazy? Suppose
you try his occupation of getting a
dinner invitation every day."
"That dog seems almost human at
times," said old Mr. Fussy. "Yes,"
replied Mrs. Fussy. "He growls ovei
his food quite as much as you do."
That editor of magazines
Prove fal.'ible's to be expected
What wonder if they sometimes print
Things good enough to be rejected'
She (in business for herself) Do
you think you can learn to love me?
tie (a deputy sheriff) Oh, some daj
may have au attachment for you.
"Has Hagby any talents worth men- -tioning?"
"Talents? I've known
him to borrow one girl's horse" and
phaeton to take another girl out for a
drive."
Spanish Grandee The people will
demand an account some day, I fear.
Second Grandee What shall we do?
All the world knows we are no book
keepers. Minnie What a monotonous time
those poor heathen women who wea
almost no clothes must have. Mamie
Yes. I wonder what they find to
worry over?
The New Girl What was that pe
culiar noise I heard in the hall out
side my door this morning. Mistress
(timidly) It must have been my hus
band calling you.
A little girl, attending a party, was
asked by her mother how she enjoyed
herself. "Oh," said she, "I am fuli
of happiness. I couldn't be any
happier unless I could grow."
"Love me little, love me long,"
Quoth I, somewhat in sport.
"I'd have to love a man a lot,"
Saithshe, '"to love him when he's short."
"I notice, Miranda," remarked Mr
Neggschoice, "that your first bus
band's clothes do not tit me. " "No,
Cyrus," coincided , Mrs. Neggschoice,
with a little sigh. "You don't fit
them."
' Oh, mamma, don't read any more
about cannibals being wicked for cook?
ing the missionaries. Why, my own
dad's as bad as any of them; I heardV
him tell you himself that at dinue
last night he toasted atl his friend ."
4That was a triumphant appeal of a
Irishman, who was a lover of antiquity,
who, in arguing the superiority of ohi
architecture over the new, said,
"Where will you find any modern
building that has lasted so loug as the
ancient?"
First Theosophist This settles itj
I resign from the society. Second;
Theosophist What's the matter?
First Theosophist Why, one of my
tenants has gone off without paying
his rent and left me a note saying he
would try to square with me in some
future existence.
Vitality of Men and Women.
It seems to be an established fact
that English women possess stronger
vitality than the men and are destined
to be in the majority. During the yea
1897 the male births exceeded the fe
male by nearly 17,000, but the male
deaths exceeded the female by over
19,000, so the excess on the side of the
women bids fair to continue.
Indian Wars Since the Civil War.
Since the civil war the chief Iudi
wars with their date and cost ha
been: Apache, 1873,637,000; Mode
1873, 8399,857; Northern Cheyeun
and Sioux, 187G-77, $l,8M,:il'l; N
Perees, 1877, 961,329; Banuoc
1878, $556,696; Northern Cheyeira,