CHAPTER VIII.

CLIFF CASTLE AND ITS OCCUPANTS.

"Oh, sir," cried Todd, "I am indeed grateful to you for all your

kindness to me!"

"And I," replied the old gentleman, "am more than pleased to see thee so

evidently restored to health. At the same time I sincerely welcome thee

to the Valley of Peace, which, with all it contains, is at thy service.

May I introduce myself as Rufus Plant, at one time professor of

ethnology in Calvert College, but now and for many years resident of

this valley?"

"Calvert College, did you say, sir? Why, that is the college where my

brother Mortimer Chalmers is professor of geology, and the one that I am

to enter next fall. It seems to me, too, that I have heard your name

before. Wasn't there something strange about your dis-- I mean, I

thought you were killed by Indians."

"Doubtless that was the report, and it might well be credited," replied

the Professor. "But tell me, lad, is thy name Chalmers?"

"Yes, sir--Todd Chalmers, of Baltimore."

"Can it be that thee is a relative of my old friend Carey Chalmers?"

"He was my father."

"The Lord be praised for all His mercies!" exclaimed the other. "Why,

lad, if thee was a messenger from Heaven thy presence could not be more

welcome to an old man cut off these many years from intercourse with his

fellows. But thee must be sorely in need of refreshment, and it would be

wrong to keep thee longer from her who waits anxiously to welcome thee.

Therefore let us hasten to the castle, if indeed thee is strong enough

for so arduous a climb."

Todd quickly proved that he was now fully equal to the task that he had

so nearly accomplished the evening before, and a few minutes later,

filled with an eager curiosity, he stood with his new friends on a broad

shelf of rock a hundred feet above the valley. It was bordered along its

outer edge by a low parapet, and was partially overhung by the cliff

that still rose above it. At its inner end was a veritable house of

stone, having a door and windows, just outside of which stood one of the

dearest of old ladies, clad in Quaker costume.

The boy knew at a glance that she who welcomed him must be the one whom

his new acquaintances spoke of so lovingly as "mother"; but more than

ever did he wonder at the strangeness of her surroundings, and long for

an explanation of the many things that were puzzling him. A thousand

questions were at his tongue's end; but he could not ask them then, for

the dear old lady at once led the way into the house, saying:

"Not another moment shall thee be kept from thy breakfast, Todd

Chalmers; for starvation is one of the things not permitted in Cliff

Castle, and hunger is written on thy face."

Never had Todd entered so queer an abode, nor one so filled with curious

objects, as when he passed the doorway of that little dwelling. Its low

roof was not more than two feet above his head, and its interior walls

of white clay were covered with rude drawings in color that strongly

suggested the work of ancient Egyptians. The stone floor was covered

with rugs of goat and deer skins; several articles of rude furniture,

besides blocks of jasper and agate used as seats, were conveniently

placed, while great earthen-ware jars, quaint in shape and beautifully

decorated in colors, stood on all sides. In one corner was a rude

fireplace, which was evidently used only to furnish warmth, as Todd had

already noticed another, provided with appliances for cooking, on the

outer platform.

Best of all, in our hungry lad's estimation, was a table covered with a

snowy cloth and laden with food. Nearly all its furnishing--including

bowls, platters, jugs, and small dishes--was of earthen-ware quaintly

devised and ornamented. There were also several steel knives and forks,

half a dozen silver spoons, three white china cups, and as many saucers.

Served on these queer dishes was a breakfast of broiled chicken,

oatmeal, corn-bread, and another bread made from grass-seeds, eggs, and

stewed peaches, besides small white cheeses, and a jug of goat's milk,

all of which combined to make a meal that seemed to Todd better than any

he had ever before tasted. It made him pity himself to recall how, only

the day before, he had been very nearly starved actually within sight

and reach of all this abundance.

When his hunger was at length satisfied, the boy related his adventures

of the past few days, describing his wanderings on the desert, his

efforts to reach the blue peaks that ever beckoned him forward, his

finding of the valley, his perplexity at discerning signs of human

occupancy but no inhabitants, his joy at seeing the smoke from Cliff

Castle, his fruitless attempt to reach the place from which it ascended,

and his doubts as to the kind of reception he might meet from its

occupants.

To all this the lad's hearers listened with deepest interest, frequently

interrupting him with questions and exclamations. When he had finished

he turned to the Professor, saying:

"Now, sir, that you have learned how I happen to be in this place, will

you not tell me of your own experience in reaching it, and your reason

for remaining here all these years?"

"Gladly will I gratify thy most natural curiosity," replied the old man,

"but I must ask thee to wait until evening; for the narrative is of such

length that it cannot be told until our affairs are ordered for the day.

Therefore, let us first return thanks to our Heavenly Father for His

abounding mercies, and then attend to the duties awaiting us."

With this the old man led the way to the outer platform, to which Nanahe

fetched a small Bible, that was the only book the Indian lad had ever

seen, and from which he read aloud, without hesitation, the exquisite

Twenty-third Psalm. While he read, Todd gazed over the underlying

valley, and wondered that its every feature should appear so familiar to

him. Suddenly he recalled the mirage that three days before had first

turned his steps in this direction, and knew that the picture then

presented was an image of the one upon which he now looked.

After the simple service was ended the Professor and Nanahe descended

into the valley, carrying with them the fowls that had been brought to

the castle for safety during their two days' absence. The old lady

busied herself with domestic duties, and Todd found himself at liberty

to explore the quaint little house, which, his hostess informed him, was

only one of many, long since abandoned by their builders, that were to

be found among the cliffs enclosing the valley.

"Thee must have read of the ancient cliff-dwellers of this region," she

said, "and so will understand when I tell thee that this place of abode

and most of its contents were made by their hands, and that we are

to-day leading the very life of that long-vanished people."

"But what became of them?" asked Todd.

"That is a mystery that many persons have tried in vain to solve. My

husband is of the opinion that they were forced to migrate, either by

flood or drouth, but expected to return, since they left their most

valued possessions behind them, and carefully concealed the only

entrance to the valley. Had they been destroyed by an enemy, their

possessions would also have been destroyed or removed, whereas nothing

had been touched from the day they left, probably hundreds of years ago,

until that on which we were led to this place, and it was given to us

for a house."

"It was very wonderful," said Todd; "but the strangest part of all is to

find you and your husband and a young Indian living here so contentedly

and comfortably. I can't understand it all, and wish you would tell me

how it came about."

"Have a little patience and it shall be made clear to thee," replied the

old lady, with a smile. "It is a tale of strange experiences, and I

would gladly relate it, but I know the Professor has set his heart on

telling it himself."

So Todd was forced to wait, and passed the morning in an examination of

the dwelling and its contents. Later in the day he descended to the

valley, where at the hut he found Nanahe cutting into thin strips, for

drying, the meat of a deer that he had just brought in.

"How did you kill it?" asked Todd. "I didn't know you had a rifle."

"I have not, nor did I ever see one," replied the Indian lad. "I killed

it with my throw-stick."

"Throw-stick?" repeated Todd, with a puzzled air. "What is a

throw-stick?"

[Illustration: NANAHE EXHIBITS HIS THROW-STICK.]

For answer Nanahe handed him a stick of tough wood two feet long, about

as many inches in diameter, and fitted at one end with a handle in which

were two finger-holes. The weapon was completed by a slender lance

having a barbed head formed from a splinter of obsidian, keen-edged as a

razor. Nanahe laid this lance on a flattened side of the throw-stick,

with its butt resting against a bit of bone that was embedded in the

wood near the upper end of the weapon. The lance was held in position by

the thumb and one free finger of the thrower's right hand until the act

of throwing was begun. Then it was released and sent whizzing through

the air with such force that it fell to the ground more than one hundred

yards away.

"Now I understand," cried Todd, "for I have often thrown apples from the

end of a stick in just that way. But surely you can't throw the lance

with any degree of accuracy."

Without replying, Nanahe smilingly selected half a dozen of the

stone-headed shafts, and hurling one after another with inconceivable

quickness at a tree some thirty yards from him, set them quivering in

its bark so close together that a ring two inches in diameter would have

encircled them all.

"Good enough!" cried Todd, enthusiastically. "I give in, and acknowledge

that your throw-stick is a wonderfully effective weapon. But where did

you pick up the idea?"

"The Professor found some of them in the cliff houses," answered Nanahe.

"He says that in very ancient times all hunters used them, and that even

now they are common among people called Eskimos who live in a far-away

land of ice and snow. He taught me how to use them, and this one I made

myself."

"Well," said Todd, "I begin to see how people get along and manage to

live comfortably in a place like this; but it certainly takes genius to

do it. As for myself, I know I should have starved long before I learned

to kill a deer or even a rabbit with any such primitive weapon as a

throw-stick. Now let's get back to the castle, for it must be

supper-time, and after that I am to hear the Professor's strange story."

[TO BE CONTINUED.]

[Illustration: An Obstinate Collision]

ONE OF THE OLD SAILOR'S YARNS.

BY W. J. HENDERSON.

It was a crisp morning in late October. All the land was sere and yellow,

darkening away into brown shadows. The trees kept their garments of

leaves, but these were ragged and sombre, as if the heat of summer had

worn and burned them. The grass at the foot of the trees was brown and

gray, and the bare branches of the field bushes made naked perches for

belated birds. The sky was wan and faint near the rigid horizon, but

deeply blue in the zenith; and the sun, far down the southern vault of

the heavens, rolled westward in a glory of silver. The sea was of a

gorgeous ultramarine color, with a dash of royal purple in its shadows,

and a glitter of cold emerald in its transparent crests. A light

nor'west wind barely ruffled its surface, yet sufficed to fill the sails

of a score of schooners which were ploughing a snowy road to the

southward.

Henry and George felt that it was a good day for yarns, and so they

hurried out of the house immediately after breakfast and bent their

steps toward the pier. There they saw their old friend in his familiar

attitude, with his eyes fixed on two steamers which were rapidly

approaching each other from opposite directions. He did not turn his

head as the boys approached him, but said, in a meditative manner,

"It are not no sort o' kind o' use fur to try to git past without

shiftin' yer helm."

Then he relapsed into silence, while the two boys stood wondering what

was coming next. Presently the Old Sailor broke out again,

"Do ye see them two steamers?"

"Yes," answered both boys.

"Waal, they are agoin' fur to pass putty close."

At that instant a gush of white steam rose from one of them, and the

hoarse cry of her whistle rumbled across the water. The other vessel

answered with a single blast.

"An' wot do that mean?" asked the Old Sailor.

"That means," answered Henry, "that they are going to port their helms

and keep off to starboard."

"Werry good, too," declared the Old Sailor. "An' ef they didn't, wot'd

happen?"

"They would bump into each other," answered George, soberly.

"W'ich the same it'd be a colligion," said the Old Sailor, "an' mebbe it

would be like the colligion o' the _Lord Kindlin'wood_ an' the _Orange

Mary_, an' mebbe it wouldn't, 'cos w'y, I don't reckon there ever were

no sich colligion afore, an' I don't reckon as how there ever will be

agin."

"Will you please tell us about it?" asked Henry.

"In course I will, my son. W'enever I recomembers one o' them picooliar

misfortins wot has happened to me at sea, I allus tells ye about it,

don't I?"

The Old Sailor fixed his eyes on the two steamers, which were now

passing each other very closely, and shook his head.

"It are all werry putty in clear an' calm weather," he said; "but it

ain't no good wotever in weather wot are dirty. Waal may I never live to

see a ship's cook at the fore-sheet ag'in ef it weren't jess like I'm

agoin' fur to tell ye. I were in Liverpool an' didn't have no berth at

all, so I were more'n half tickled to death w'en I met old Jonas

Pettigrew, the shippin' agent, an' he sez to me, sez he, 'They 'ain't

got no mate on the _Lord Kindlin'wood_ yet.' I'd heerd about her. She

were bound fur Calcutta an' Hong-kong by way o' the Suez Canal, an' her

Cap'n were a Frenchman, 'cos she'd jess been bought by a French company

in Canton. So I went down to the dock where she were a-takin' in her

cargo, an' I sez to the Cap'n, sez I, 'Here are a mate fur ye.' His name

were Zhan Four--anyhow, that's as near as I can come to wot he called

hisself. 'Ala bonner,' sez he to me, sez he, w'ich the same it are

French fur 'Bully fur you.' We soon come to tarms, an' I turned to.

"Waal, we didn't have no incidents or accidents o' no kind at all on the

run down to Alexandry. Then the wind come in from the south'ard an'

east'ard an' blowed putty nigh straight up the sea. I don't remember any

nastier sea than it kicked up. The _Lord Kindlin'wood_ would stand

straight up on her starn-post, an' then take a pitch forrad and go clean

into it up to her foremast. We had double lookouts up in the crow-nest,

an' they was under water so much o' the time that they hollered fur

divin'-suits.

"Waal, it blowed an' it blowed an' it blowed. It blowed so hard on the

second day that it cut the tops right off'n the seas, an' sent 'em

flyin' along like buckets o' rain, an' blow me fur pickled oysters ef ye

could stand with your face up to wind'ard.

"Howsumever, we got used to it arter a while, an' the cook took to

singin', so we knowed we was all right. But along about the middle o'

the fust dog-watch one o' the lookouts yelled, 'Steamer ho!' I jumped

into the fore-riggin' an' seed the wessel dead ahead o' us. She were a

steamer about our own size, bound to the north'ard. She were runnin' at

full speed ahead o' the gale, an' were drivin' along like the werry tops

o' them seas wot I told ye about. Only she were actin' a little

different from the _Lord Kindlin'wood_, 'cos w'y, she were a runnin'

with the seas. So w'en one o' them would roll in under her starn she

would h'ist her taffrail up into the air, an' plough forrad with her

head down for all the world like a mad bull. Then the sea would underrun

her an' git under her bow, an' she'd sit up on her starn-post with her

bow p'inted away up in the air, an' like the werry tops o' them seas wot

I told ye about. That were all right, but wot discomforted me w'en I saw

her were that she were a-headin' right dead on end at us. Now we didn't

dare fur to shift the _Lord Kindlin'wood_'s helm an inch. We had to keep

her head to the seas, 'cos w'y, it were the only way she'd lay to an'

behave herself. The other wessel I sort o' reckoned, bein' about our

size, would be in danger o' broachin' to ef she shifted her helm. So I

were somewhat anxious 'bout how the two on 'em was agoin' fur to git

past each other. I sent a man aft to call the Cap'n, an' he came on the

bridge an' danced a reg'lar jig. 'Ef she turn not away she will make to

the bow a bump!'

"'Wot is the orders, Cap'n?' sez I to he, sez I.

"'Blow the wheestle! Blow the wheestle!' sez he to me, sez he. An'

accordin'ly I blowed it once, signifying accordin' to the rules o' the

road at sea, that we were puffickly agreeable that both parties should

keep to the right. The other ship she blowed hers back at us. O' course

we couldn't hear nothin', but we could see the steam, an' we knowed she

were agreeable. But she didn't change her course a little bit.

"'Dogs an' cats an' little kittens!' sez Cap'n Zhan Four, in French. 'Ef

he change not the course, we are collided.'

"'Shall I order the helm to be shifted, Cap'n?' sez I to he, sez I.

"'Non! non! All the time non!' sez he to me, sez he. 'I turn not out of

my path for such rubbeesh! I hit him in the meeddle, the miserable

shadow of a dead horse!'

"'Werry good, sir,' sez I to he, sez I.

"An' I sez to the man at the wheel, 'keep 'er steady.' The other wessel,

seein' we didn't change our course, blowed her whistle several times,

but o' course that didn't 'nay pa riang,' as the Cap'n sez. Waal, to

make the story short, this are edzackly wot happened. The _Lord

Kindlin'wood_ riz up over one o' them flat-topped seas, an' plunged head

fust down the other side. At the werry same instant the stranger were

sittin' up on her taffrail gittin' ready to dive down; an'

consequentially we 'n the two ships come together precisely an' direckly

head on, the stranger's bow overrun ours, an' she came down with her

forefoot right on top o' our fo'c's'le deck. There were one grand crash,

an' fur half a minute ye couldn't see nothin' 'cept flyin' timbers,

iron, egg-shells, an' ham bones. In the middle of it all ye could hear

the Cap'n screechin' in French, an' the two whistles a-blowin', an' the

mates yellin' to clear away the boat-falls, 'cos w'y, it were not to be

expected that both wessels would do anything 'ceptin' go to Davy Jones's

locker in about five minutes. But they didn't, an' that are the

picooliar part o' this 'ere yarn wot I'm a-tellin' ye, an' also the

werry partikler reason w'y I are not a-feedin' Red Sea fish like

Pharaoh's army.

"It warn't no sort o' proper behavior fur wessels wot, accordin' to the

laws o' colligions, ort to gone to the bottom; but sich as it were, this

were the bloomin' ridiklous way on't. The stranger's bow comin' down

right on top o' ourn cut through the decks jess like a axe, straight

down to the k'elson. An' there it stopped, bein' wedged in jess like the

axe in a log, an' a dozen tugs couldn't 'a' pulled her out. An' wot we

found out arter a few minutes, w'en we'd all got through bein' crazy,

were that she were wedged in so tight that there weren't a leak anywhere

at all, an' them two ships was actooally made into one, 'ceptin' that it

were a new kind o' wessel with two starns, an' no more bow than a

bass-drum. The Cap'n o' the stranger he comes forrad on a run an' a

jump, and w'en he got to the place w'ere our cat-heads was alongside o'

his he stopped, an' sez he, bawlin' like Feejee Injun in a fit o'

cholery:

"'Donner unt blitzen! vot kind o' peezness vas dot? Vere ist der

Gept'n?'

[Illustration: HE JUMPED CLEAN OFF THE BRIDGE AND DANCED ON ONE FOOT.]

"Ye see, we l'arned by his way o' talkin' that he were a bloomin'

Garman, an' I looked to see some fun w'en Cap'n Zhan Four an' him got

laid yard-arm to yard-arm. But they couldn't edzackly do that, 'cos w'y,

'cos they was laid bow to bow, like a couple o' buckin' billy-goats in a

fight. As soon as ever Cap'n Zhan Four heard the Garman Cap'n talk he

jumped clean down off'n the bridge to the fo'c's'le deck an' danced on

one foot, while he yelled:

"'Singe cornay of a Allemand!'--w'ich means dog-eared monkey of a

Garman, an' are not no perlite way fur one gen'leman to address another

at sea--'why do you make to knock a hole in my sheep?'

"'Ach, du dummer aysel!' sez the Garman, sez he; 'wot for you ton't ged

your sheep out der vay?'

"'My sheep makes not to be in the way,' sez Cap'n Zhan Four, sez he; 'it

is your sheep that comes straight at mine an' runs upon her, unessy pa?'

"'Donnerwetter!' sez the Garman, 'how could I dot help? I vas before der

seas, unt you vas behint. Das macht nichts aus!'

"'Silonce!' screeched Cap'n Zhan Four. 'Speak not the accursed tongue of

Garmany at me!'

"'Sprechen sie nicht dot frog talk at me!' howls the Garman. 'I speak

der lankwitch von my vaterland alvays!'

"'Hoist the French flag!' sez Cap'n Four.

"'Up mit der Garman flag!" sez the Garman.

"An' as soon as the flags was run up them two crazy critters commenced

fur to dance up an' down their two forrad decks right in each other's

faces, one on 'em singin' the 'Marseillaise,' an' the other 'Die Wacht

am Rhein,' like they was fit to bu'st theirselves. An' in the mean time,

o' course, the two bloomin' ships, jammed together, slewed around

broadside on to the sea, an' a big wall o' green water broke aboard an'

putty nigh swept the two on 'em overboard. Anyhow, it put a stop to

their singin', an' sot 'em a-thinkin' about their 'sheeps,' as they

called 'em.

"'Back out you!' yelled Cap'n Zhan Four.

"'Nicht!' shouted the Garman. 'Ich back for no Frenchman alretty yet!

Back you!'

"'Jammy! Jammy!' screeched Cap'n Four, an' 'jammy' it were, only that

are French fur 'not on yer life!'

"'I go aheat full speet!' sez the Garman.

"'Ay maw,' sez Cap'n Four, w'ich the same that are French fur 'me too.'

An' then them two wild men o' the sea orders their engines ahead full

speed, an' the two ships commenced a grand pushin' match, fur all the

world like one o' them there feet-ball games wot the long-haired

collidge fellers plays in the mud every autumn. Now this 'ere shovin'

game were a putty even match atwixt them there two ships, 'ceptin' fur

one thing, an' that were that the Garman had the wind an' sea with him.

So he commenced fur to push the _Lord Kindlin'wood_ back'ards up

north'ard toward the canal agin. Waal, boys, I reckon ye've seed a good

many mad men, but ye 'ain't never seed none half or quarter as mad as

that there French Cap'n Zhan Four. He said more funny things in French

than ever I kin recomember, an' he got so red in the face that he putty

near busted hisself. Howsumever, it didn't do no good, 'cos w'y, the

Garman had the best on't in the matter o' the elements, an' he were

steadily a-shovin' of us back to w'ere we come from, w'en the gale

broke, an' the sea beginned fur to go down. The barometer riz, an' I

looked fur a smart shift o' wind, w'ich the same it come along all right

about three bells in the arternoon watch o' the second day. It dropped

right around to nor'west, an' in ten minutes were blowin' a brisk

breeze.

"'Sacred name of St. Michael!' sez Cap'n Zhan Four, sez he, 'now I push

the Garman to the south pole!'

"'I hope ye ain't agoin' az fur as that,' sez I, ''cos I shipped fur

Calcutta an' Hong-kong, an' I 'ain't got my seal-skin overcoat along

with me,' sez I, jess like that, him bein' a crazy French Cap'n and me a

werry partiklarly sane American mate.

"'I push him anywhere I want to!' sez Cap'n Zhan Four.

"An' he orders more fire an' more steam. An' putty soon we found that

we'd stopped goin' back'ard an' was a-holdin' the Garman in his place.

But we couldn't make him go back'ard fast enough fur to suit Cap'n Zhan

Four. So seein' the wind were putty fresh, I sez to the Cap'n, sez I,

"'Wot's the reason we don't set all our canvas?'

"'Excellentment!' sez he, w'ich are French fur 'bully,' an' I jumps out

an' gives the orders.

"Waal, boys, jess as soon as we got the canvas on her we commenced fur

to push the Garman back'ard, an' he commenced fur to do the dancin' an'

howlin'; but it didn't do him no good. He heaped coal onto his fires an'

he burnt oil an' ham fat, but he couldn't hold us. We shoved him all the

way down the Red Sea an' out into the Indian Ocean. Then he got his men

forrad an' tried to cut his ship out o' ours, but Cap'n Zhan Four

ordered the hose turned on 'em with hot water, an' that stopped that

job. Finally, the Garman Cap'n, he come forrad with a flag o' truce, an'

sez he'd like to make a treaty o' peace atwixt Garmany an' France on the

high seas. So him an' Cap'n Zhan Four had a long talk, an' finally they

agreed that they'd make fur the nearest port, each one agreein' to be

pushed back'ards half-way an' to keep his engines agoin' reversed to

help things along. An' so we finally reached the island o' Socotra,

w'ere we contrived to get the ships apart an' patch ours up fur the run

to Bombay."

TWO LEADERS OF THE GREEK REVOLUTION.

BY V. GRIBAYEDOFF.

Greece's active championship of the cause of the Cretan revolutionists,

in the face of the opposition of the combined powers of Europe, recalls

that plucky little nation's fierce struggle for her own independence

from Turkish rule during the early portion of the present century.

Indeed, as Prince George started for Cretan waters the other day with

his flotilla of torpedo-boats, almost the last words Prime-Minister

Delyannis said to him were:

"May the spirit of the great Canaris hover over your Highness and your

brave men, inspiring you to maintain nobly the traditions of the

Hellenic navy!"

Here is probably what Delyannis had in mind: The Greece of to-day lacks

the larger vessels of war fully as much as did the Greece of 1820, but

at that earlier period she possessed a formidable weapon in the dreaded

fire-ship, and under Canaris's lead the enemy's naval power was almost

destroyed by this primitive method of attack. The fire-ship of the past

has been supplanted by the torpedo-boat of the present, an engine of war

calling into play almost the same qualities as its predecessor--pluck,

skill, dash, and rapidity in handling. And Delyannis was therefore

anticipating that the deeds of the early part of the century would be

repeated at its close in a mode of warfare for which his countrymen are

both by nature and temperament eminently fitted.

The story of Greece's struggle for independence both by land and by sea

has formed the subject of many volumes of prose and verse. But among all

the heroes of those stirring times there are two whose names will live

on the roll of fame--Constantine Canaris, the fearless and enterprising

sailor, and Marco Botzaris, the guerilla chieftain.

Let us begin with Canaris, whose achievements were the greater by reason

of his surviving all the manifold dangers of this most cruel of wars;

Botzaris, on the other hand, succumbed to a Turkish bullet long before

Greece was liberated. Let the reader glance at a map of the Grecian

Archipelago, and among its numerous islands he will find one named

Ipsara, about midway between the mainland of Greece and the coast of

Asia Minor. It was on this barren and desolate stretch of rock that

Constantine Canaris was born at the close of the last century. Until the

war of independence broke out in 1821 he pursued the humble calling of

fisherman, but at the outbreak of the revolution he abandoned everything

to espouse the cause of his country. His wife, an ardent patriot

herself, and the mother of three children, whom she had proudly named

Nicolas, Lycurgus, and Miltiades, in honor of the past glories of

Greece, urged her husband on in his resolve.

And so Canaris went to the front. He was destined soon to be heard from.

The fighting at the commencement of the war was confined to the Greek

mainland, especially the Morea, or ancient Peloponnesus; but the bad

condition of the roads throughout Rumelia obliged the Sultan to send his

re-enforcements by water through the historic Dardanelles. The fishermen

fighters of the archipelago felt that here was their opportunity. The

inhabitants of the three islands of Samos, Ipsara, and Hydra equipped a

flotilla, and started out to intercept the oppressor. Now inasmuch as

the Turks possessed double-deckers and frigates carrying an untold

weight of metal as against the light and poorly armed craft of the

Greeks, it was not to be supposed that the latter would venture on a

struggle at close quarters. The lessons of the past were there to teach

them that their sole hope of salvation lay in the skilful use of the

fire-ship, and they adopted this system of warfare with one accord. It

required a high order of seamanship to carry it on with success and a

thorough knowledge of the actions of the tide and wind, for a slight

miscalculation not only involved a failure of the enterprise, but the

almost certain destruction of the aggressor.

There were various modes of attack. As a usual thing, an ordinary

fishing sloop or schooner, filled with combustible material--tar, pitch,

oil, sulphur, etc.--and navigated by half a dozen fearless patriots,

would be directed at dusk against the enemy's ships lying at anchor.

When the messenger of destruction arrived within a few hundred yards of

the intended victim, the temporary crew applied the torch to tapers

placed at intervals among the combustibles in the hold, and then lowered

themselves into a small boat to row off to a safe distance. Carried by

the wind and current, the fire-ship stole on in the darkness, the fire

having in the mean while taken hold in good earnest. On, on it went into

the midst of the Mussulman's ships of war, the flames now darting from

its sides in huge tongues, sparing naught upon its path. Panic-stricken

and forgetful of all discipline, the Turk became a ready victim to the

avenger. His first thought was to cut his cables, but this measure made

matters worse, inasmuch as the big ships, once loose from their

moorings, usually collided with one another, and rendered their own

destruction only the more certain.

The scenes that followed the incursion of the flaming avenger beggared

all description. It became a choice between a fiery and a watery death,

for the unfortunates who had survived the explosions of the

powder-magazines, and even those who hoped to reach shore by swimming,

were doomed to destruction at the hands of the vindictive patriots

hovering near in small boats. For it must be remembered that this was a

war to the knife on both sides, in which quarter was neither asked nor

given.

But to return to Canaris. His first naval success was obtained under the

orders of a man whose name is venerated as one of the greatest heroes of

the war of independence, Admiral Andrea Miaulis, after whom one of the

Greek war-ships now on service in Cretan waters is named--the _Navarchos

Miaulis_.

The Sultan was sending an army to besiege Missolonghi on the Gulf of

Corinth, and his mighty fleet had covered about half the journey between

Constantinople and that stronghold when it sighted a Greek squadron off

the island of Lesbos. Miaulis had a comparatively strong force at his

command and was tempted to try conclusions with the foe at close

quarters, but Canaris, with greater long-sightedness, realized that his

countrymen could ill afford to assume so great a risk, and although a

mere subordinate, entreated the Admiral, on his bended knees, to be

allowed to first attack the Turks with a few fire-ships. Miaulis had

given the signal to clear the decks for action, and at first resented

the interference.

"Your Excellency has but one fleet, and the Sultan has a dozen,"

persisted Canaris. "Our deaths will not atone to our country for the

consequences of our defeat and destruction!"

The veteran fighter soon caught the drift of the younger man's argument.

"So let it be," he exclaimed. "_Zito Hellas!_" (Long live Greece!) And

muttering an invocation to his patron saint, he ordered Canaris to

proceed with his plan.

Within one hour after this interview the hardy Ipsara fisherman

succeeded in setting fire to the Turkish Admiral's flag-ship, three

frigates, and five sloops, and forced the rest of the enemy's fleet to

seek shelter under the guns of the Dardanelles forts. The loss of the

Turks in men exceeded 1000; that of the Greeks was but fifteen killed

and wounded.

Victorious at sea, the Greeks were at this period almost uniformly

defeated on land. Fifteen thousand patriots were massacred at Patras in

Morea, and many more at Salonica. The second year of the revolution

witnessed the most terrible events. In order to punish the inhabitants

of Scio, off the coast of Asia Minor, for sundry acts of rebellion, the

Sultan sent a powerful armament to that devoted island, and in the

course of a few days it was entirely depopulated. Of its 85,000

inhabitants only 15,000 escaped to the mainland; the rest were either

put to the sword or carried away into captivity. But vengeance for this

savage act was close at hand. Miaulis, Canaris, and another hero, George

Pepinis, overtook the Sultan's vessels as they were heading for the

Dardanelles. Miaulis, who had usually prohibited his men from indulging

in excesses, issued the watchword "Remember Scio!" which meant no

quarter under any circumstances. In the battle that followed, every

known method and weapon of naval warfare was brought into

play--fire-ships, grappling-irons, carronades, chain-shot, boarding

assaults, and so forth--and when finally the smoke cleared at dusk, the

Greeks found that they had destroyed six Turkish ships of the line, ten

frigates, and twelve brigs, out of a total of fifty sail.

[Illustration: CANARIS DESTROYING THE TURKISH FLEET.]

Canaris himself was wounded, and, indeed, owed his life to a miracle. He

had selected the Turkish flag-ship as his especial prey, and steered a

large brigantine filled with pine shavings and sulphur in her direction.

When within a few hundred yards of the foe he started the conflagration

below, and then made his way to the stern, intending to jump into a

small boat behind. But in some way the boat had become detached, and was

nowhere visible; the sulphurous flames were beginning to shoot up from

the hold, and the bullets from the Turkish small-arms were whizzing in

uncomfortable proximity. There was danger indeed, and increasing every

moment at that, as the wind and current drove the vessel wildly on.

There was nothing for it but to jump overboard and swim for dear life.

But, though expert swimmers, Canaris and his five subordinates were not

proof against leaden balls, and one after the other the poor fellows

sank, until only the leader remained. Even he was struck after a while,

and began to lose blood rapidly. Just as he was about abandoning hope,

none of the Greek ships being near, a terrific explosion rent the air

and convulsed the waters, and when the sinking man's head arose to the

surface for the last time, as he thought, there, within arm's-reach, was

floating the large figure-head of the Turkish Admiral's vessel. The

fire-ship had done its work. It had blown up 500 Mussulmans, and by this

very act had saved the life of Greece's naval hero.

Canaris's exploits now became the subject of general attention, and his

name also grew to be a by-word among the Turks. The very suspicion of

his being near caused the Turkish Admiral, who had been sent to relieve

the fortress of Napoli di Romania, besieged by General Kolokotronis, to

sail away without accomplishing his purpose. Still this act of prudence

did not save him in the end, for Canaris followed the Turkish fleet to

the bay of Tenedos, and there made sad havoc among the large

double-deckers, blowing them one after the other out of the water. The

Turks on this occasion added to the disaster by cutting their cables and

running foul of one another.

The following year, 1823, Canaris drove back into the Dardanelles

another Turkish fleet that had been sent from Constantinople to

re-enforce the beleaguering army of Missolonghi, a proceeding that

exasperated the Sultan to the point of vowing vengeance against the

irrepressible Giaour. The Sultan kept his word. The year 1824 saw the

accession to Turkey's fighting forces of the entire military and naval

resources of the vassal state of Egypt. The Khedive placed a large army

and navy, commanded by his adopted son, Ibrahim Pasha, at the Sultan's

disposal. The campaign therefore began with an expedition against the

Greeks, numbering 100,000 men and a fleet of 80 war-vessels. This mighty

armament was first directed against the islands of Spezzia and Ispara,

the latter, as stated, being Canaris's home. At the approach of the

Turks a council of war was summoned at Ispara by the local dignitaries.

"Give me five fire-ships," exclaimed Canaris, "and I will stand for your

safety, and that of your wives and children!"

But, as in all communities, there were here some politicians and

wise-acres to be reckoned with who had never fought themselves, but who

would have been perfectly willing to give Napoleon himself points on

strategy. Canaris's plan was overruled by these men, and it was decided

to await the enemy on shore. The result of this decision was the capture

and devastation of the island, including a massacre of all the males

above tender age. Canaris escaped by swimming to a boat. He had already

gotten his family safely out of the way on hearing the announcement of

the council's absurd plan of campaign.

It is unnecessary to say that the brave Ipsariot fully avenged the cruel

wrong done to his native isle. A few months later he fell upon an

Egyptian fleet of forty sail, laden with provisions and munitions of

war, and destroyed almost half their number. What remained of the

Turco-Egyptian men-of-war after all these reverses was burned or sent to

the bottom in February, 1827, by the allied fleets of England, France,

and Russia at the memorable battle of Navarino. Canaris not only

experienced the satisfaction of witnessing this event, but he also lived

to see his country free and independent.

[Illustration: MARCO BOTZARIS AND HIS GAUDY WARRIORS.]

Marco Botzaris, the most picturesque military hero of the Greek war of

independence, was a native of Souli, a famous mountain stronghold in

Epirus, which for centuries has produced a race of fighting-men. The

Souliotes indeed were justly considered the flower of the Greek

revolutionary army. Attired in a costume resplendent with gold lace,

gilt buttons, snow-white linen of superior quality, and other finery,

they made an imposing array on dress parade or on the march. An American

traveller named Emerson, who visited the theatre of the war in 1821,

says of them, "I have seen the noble grenadiers of Napoleon, and I have

known the superb English guards, but the Souliotes appear to me to

surpass both." He describes their method of fighting to be somewhat

theatrical, and to resemble that of the Scotch Highlander. Every man

chooses his post, and like the ancients who covered themselves with

shields, they seek cover behind a rock or stone, and from there shoot

down the foe. In order to deceive the latter, the Souliote sometimes

places his red cap on a pole at some distance away. He seldom makes more

than three discharges, preferring to finish the fight with the cold

steel. His weapon is a curved sword, called a _yataghan_, and he wields

it with terrible effect.

One can imagine that with such material at his command Botzaris was able

to lead the Mussulman a lively dance, as the saying is. His wild dashes

on convoys, his surprises by day and night, and his ability to check the

advance of large bodies of the enemy under all conditions of time and

place, soon made his name a terror among the followers of the prophet.

Neither Maurocordatos nor Kolokotronis, with all their science and their

military training, was able to inspire the same fear in the enemy's

ranks. Botzaris's name will ever be linked with the story of

Missolonghi, its vicissitudes and its victories. With 400 men Botzaris

defended this stronghold against an army of many thousands under Omar

Vrione, and in repelling six assaults killed 12,000 of the enemy. This

was but one of many triumphs. It was near this same stronghold of

Missolonghi that the great hero met his death on August 20, 1823. He had

received information that a large column of Turks was on its way to that

place, and he decided to intercept it with his small force of 1200

Souliotes. It was late at night when the patriots came across the enemy,

and by superhuman efforts succeeded in crushing him. For the time being

Missolonghi was saved, but the brave Botzaris received his death-wound

in the very moment of victory. He died with the words. "Zito Hellas!" on

his lips.

[Illustration: INTERSCHOLASTIC SPORT]

The eighth annual interscholastic in-door athletic meeting of the New

England I.S.A.A., a week ago Saturday, was a remarkable one for several

reasons. First of all was the surprise at the outcome, which was

entirely unlooked for; not that the winning school was not thought well

of and was not a candidate for the honors it reaped, but that the

victory was so very one-sided.

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English High 8 8 5 1-1/2 2 24-1/2

Worcester High 5 5 10

Hopkinson's 3 5 1-1/2 9-1/2

Noble's and Greenough's 2 5 7

Worcester Academy 2 1-1/2 1 1-1/2 6

Chauncy Hall 5 5

Cashing Academy 5 5

Boston Latin 2 2

Newton High 1 1

Phillips Exeter 1 1

Cambridge High and Latin 1 1

It was predicted before the games that the contest for points would

devolve upon certain schools, but it happened in several instances that

calculations were rudely upset by representatives who failed to come up

to expectations. This was noticeable especially in the case of Worcester

Academy, a school that was feared by all, but which turned out a

disappointment.

English High from the outset began to gather the points, and 16 in the

40-yard dash and half-mile walk added materially in swelling the total

of 24-1/2. Worcester High was satisfied to beat out its rivals the

Academy. Hopkinson's gave a better exhibition than it has for several

years, and came third in the competition for points. The customary

record-breaking performances were forthcoming, and the 40-yard dash,

1000-yard run, and the running high jump were affected, while the

hurdles were done in the same time as last year.

The list of entries was considerably smaller than last year, because of

the requirements of the new registration law, which prevents many from

competing. A rumor spread around before the games began that some of

those entered had not registered with the Secretary of the A.A.U., which

was confirmed by Manager John Graham of the meet. A conference of the

Athletic Committee of the B.A.A., under whose auspices the games were

given, was held to decide what should be done. They decided that if a

sanction could be obtained from the president of the I.S.A.A. for such

schools not registered but members of the I.S.A.A., the men should be

allowed to compete and assume all of the responsibility. This was also

done to act as a test case for the A.A.U's decision.

[Illustration: H. C. KENNINGTON.]

An unparalleled surprise was developed in the first event on the

programme, when the existing record in the 40-yard dash was broken,

three runners doing the trick, and equalling the world's mark for the

distance. It was an unusually speedy lot that was entered in this event,

and when the trial heats began to be caught in the old record the final

figure was awaited with suspense. In the trial heats the first and

second place winners were eligible for the semi-finals. In the first

line-up was Butler of Worcester High, the best runner that school has,

and Kennington of English High, who eventually became the winner.

[Illustration: W. J. DUFFY.]

The next two heats were captured by English High-School sprinters, Kane

getting the first and Duffy the second, in 4-3/5 sec. Eight heats were

run off in all before the list of entries had been exhausted. Butler,

Kane, and Duffy were called in the first semi-final, and speculation was

intense as to whether the Worcester lad would survive the ordeal. Kane

and Duffy realized that they had a worthy foe to deal with, and knew

that they would have to strain every bit of energy to shut the Worcester

man out and make the final round, but they were equal to the occasion.

Kennington, the third English High runner, did not have much trouble in

claiming the second semi-final heat, and Wight of Brown and Nichols, ran

second to him. In the third, Archibald of Hyde Park won the heat in a

canter, though the time was 4-3/5 sec.; Sever of Brown and Nichols was

able to catch a second. A peculiar thing happened in the final heat. At

the crack of the pistol five of the six runners were off on a line; the

sixth, Archibald, was set back a yard, which practically put him out. As

the tape was reached there was scarcely a wavering of the line, but in

the last few strides the sprinters shifted somewhat, though a blanket

would have covered them as the post was passed. The judges deliberated

long, and finally came to the conclusion that no decision could be

reached, and the only way to settle the matter was to have four of the

runners try it over; so Kane, Kennington, Duffy, all of English High,

and Sever of Brown and Nichols, toed the scratch again. It was almost a

repetition of the former heat, but Kennington was proclaimed the winner

by the narrowest of margins, with Duffy second, and Kane third.

Each school was allowed to make one entry in the 1000-yard run, the

reason being that the narrowness of the track made it necessary to

reduce numbers so as not to clog up the path. Mills of Chauncy Hall was

a prime favorite, and nobody disputed his right to be called the winner,

and most attention turned to his ability to make a new record, which he

had been heard to say he would attempt. The New York schools had a

chance last winter to see what kind of stuff Mills is made of when he

won the mile at the Madison Square Garden, and on March 27 they will be

given another opportunity. Mills rarely sets the pace, and in this

instance held back to give the others this work to do. Kinsley of

Worcester Academy started out at a 440 clip, with the evident intention

of running some of the athletes off their feet in the first part of the

race. Sullivan of Worcester High, the national interscholastic miler,

was not to be lost in such a manner, and sailed after Kinsley as if he

had wings. On the third lap Sullivan in some unaccountable way missed

his footing and tumbled, and he was left behind. Meanwhile Mills was

keeping his eyes open, and seeing his field lagging, made a dash for the

lead and began to leave a gap between him and his nearest opponent. For

two laps he ran round the track with a wonderful burst of speed, the

spectators wildly cheering his efforts to shatter the record. There were

no exclamations of surprise when it was announced that he had replaced 2

min. 33 sec. by 2 min. 30-1/5 sec. Kinsley was a quarter of a lap in the

rear of Mills, and Falls of Phillips Exeter, an unknown runner, close

upon the former.

The 300-yard run brought out some good running, but the time of last

year was never in danger of being disturbed. In the very first heat

Butler of Worcester High and George Hersey, of Worcester Academy, met,

and the issue was breathlessly awaited. The former had the pole, and

with this advantage--a big one, too, on the track conditions--swung

round the corners in the lead. Hersey unfortunately was hedged in

closely on all sides, and he just saved himself at the last moment by

breaking his way through and coming in second.

Kennington and Kane of English High counted in the next heat, but the

latter was disqualified, as on one of the corners he came in contact

with Baker of Noble's School, and the latter was thrown. Baker was

permitted to go into the final. Garrett and Winslow, two of Cambridge

High and Latin's best, won heats, and the latter got a point for his

school. Butler was the choice in the final heat, but it was expected

that Kennington and Hersey would make him hustle. Kennington bowed to

fate by going off his mark and losing a yard at the start. He was making

up this distance in fine shape when he went down in a heap on a corner.

Butler was not pushed to do his utmost, as Baker, who was coming after

him in the stretch, was some yards away.

Worcester High had strong hopes of winning the 600-yard run, basing its

faith on the presence of Dadmund, Mills, and Moran. Each one qualified

in his heat to run in the final, and the High-School stock was going

higher. When the test came Dadmund was found wanting, as his strength

failed him. Lincoln, captain of the Boston Latin, was conspicuous in

this event, as he held the lead till the last corner, fifteen yards from

the worsted. Here Mills caught him, and together they ran shoulder to

shoulder the remainder of the distance, Mills falling across the line in

the van. It was a most thrilling finish and a victory richly earned, the

audience appreciating the struggle.

J. H. Converse, of English High, the national interscholastic hurdler,

appeared to defend his title, and kept it from being marred, although he

had a narrow escape, Hallowell and Cole of Hopkinson's pressing closely

to the last foot.

[Illustration: W. F. MOHAN.]

The half-mile walk was another English High event, as all three places

went to that school. Mohan, who was credited with a point at the

out-door games, set the stride, with Riley and Foley, his schoolmates,

in close proximity. On the last lap Griffin of Worcester High challenged

Mohan for the lead of the procession, and gained his end, but with

disastrous results to his aspirations, for in spite of his coming home

first by five yards, the judge of walking had given him his final

caution, and Mohan got the prize, with Riley and Foley filling the other

places.

The field events had a small following, and in only one case was a

record shattered. Rotch of Hopkinson's cleared 5 feet 8-1/2 inches in

the high jump, bettering the old figures of 5 feet 8 inches. Converse of

English High and Howe of Worcester Academy were tied at 5 feet 7-3/4

inches, the latter getting the second prize on the toss of a coin, but

the points being divided. A similar distribution of points was necessary

in the pole vault. C. A. Shorey, the one entry from Cushing Academy, got

this event with a vault of 9 feet 6 inches. Keene of Hopkinson's and

Kendall of Worcester Academy tied for second at 9 feet.

[Illustration: W. W. COE.]

W. W. Coe, of Noble's School, was prophesied to win the shot, and he

pushed the 16-lb. weight 35 feet 7 inches; Eaton of English High was

over a foot behind him, with 34 feet 1-1/2 inches; and D. F. Spear, of

Worcester Academy, came third, his put being 31 feet 9-1/2 inches.

[Illustration: W. D. EATON.]

The six relay races aided in increasing the enthusiasm, and school

feeling reached a high pitch of excitement. Dedham High defeated Hyde

Park High; Worcester High defeated Noble's and Greenoughs; Newton High

defeated Boston Latin; Cambridge High and Latin defeated Hopkinson's;

Chauncy Hall defeated Exeter. The climax came when E.H.-S. ended a

splendid afternoon by beating Worcester Academy in a race that will be

remembered for many days.

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QUESTIONS FOR YOUNG MEN.

ON SELF-RESPECT.

If you beat a dog he puts his tail between his legs and either skulks

off, or hangs around to receive a pardon later on. The beating, no

doubt, frequently does the dog good. He cannot be reasoned with and told

why certain things are to be done, hence he must be taught a reason

which he can understand, and he can understand that pain will be

inflicted on him if he repeats whatever he has just done. You in beating

him realize this. If you beat a little girl with a stick, you have done

something that was unnecessary in the first place, because she could be

taught or reasoned with, but also, having done something you know to be

unnecessary, you lose a certain faith, confidence, respect in yourself.

If you treat a friend in an unfair way, if you deceive him, if you tell

him a lie for any reason or for no reason, the same feelings occur to

you. You have not been found out; no one criticises you; but there is a

certain consciousness in your mind which signifies that you have done

something your real self disapproves of absolutely.

In a game of football, for instance, it is easy enough to hit a man

under a crowd after a scrimmage. Some boys do hit and scratch and claw.

They are seldom found out. Football is a good example, for there are

more chances for chivalry and for meanness in the game than in most

others or in most situations of young manhood. Yet not being found out

does not seem to be of such great importance in the long-run. The fact

that you have resorted to such means is known to you, and you cannot

avoid the feeling that it has really done you rather more harm than it

has the fellow you injured or tried to injure.

If you treat your mother without much thought, do what she asks as you

feel inclined, and not if you do not feel so inclined, she is naturally

grieved, and that may hurt you; but coming afterwards to think it over

and realizing that she has perhaps in the last fifteen years done a good

deal more for you than you have for her, there is a suggestion of

disappointment, to say the least, in yourself that you should so far

forget yourself as to act so to one whom you not only have the greatest

affection for, but one whom you know should have the greatest attention

and regard you can bestow.

If you scoff at some one's religious views, or make fun of the

"old-fashioned ideas" of others, very likely you are in the right as to

the idea in mind, but you cannot fail to realize afterwards that perhaps

it was a bad piece of business when you failed to give the other person

credit for a little sense, and the general result is a lack of pride in

the incident.

The feeling resulting from all these situations is much the same, and it

goes by the name of loss of self-respect. It is a lack of pride in what

you have done, and no one can be on the road to the formation of a bad

character who has not begun by failing to call himself to account for

such matters; no one can really go further on this road so long as he

maintains this self-respect. When an occasion requires its use it should

be ready at hand. When there is a chance to hit a man under the crowd,

if this self-respect gets in its work quickly enough, you are safe; but

there needs to be constant training to put it into such good condition

that it can be used on any emergency no matter how sudden that may be.

And this self-respect is just as easily trained as is your body for its

coming trial in the hundred-yard race. Train it as you would anything

else, and it will invariably carry you over difficult places. But it

gets "out of condition" easily, and you will miss it at the most

important time.

* * * * *

GLASS TO KEEP HEAT OUT.

Glass of a peculiar quality--that is, non-conductive for heat rays--has

been invented by Richard Szigmondy, of Vienna, the statement being that

glass a quarter of an inch thick absorbs 87 to 100 per cent. of the heat

striking it, in contrast to plate-glass, which absorbs only about 5 per

cent.

This glass is designed to insure windows which will keep dwellings warm

in winter and cool in summer, especially adapted, too, for skylights,

etc., and also for blue-glass spectacles to be used by furnace men.

Remarking upon the invention in question, the _Scientific American_

calls attention to the peculiar conducting power of ordinary glass,

which would seem to render Szigmondy's glass an impossibility, in some

respects at least.

Thus, standing by a window on which the sun shines, the warmth of the

sun is felt, but, on touching the window, it is found to be cold; then

if a light of glass be placed between the person and an ordinary open

fire, it will screen from the heat, but becomes rapidly heated

itself--that is, in the first case it transmitted most of the heat, and

in the latter it absorbed.

* * * * *

A SMALL BOY'S NOTION.

The first of March was snowy.

"Humph!" said Jack. "It's going in like a lamb getting sheared. Just

look at the wool fly!"

* * * * *

A NOVEL BAROMETER.

It has taken a clever Frenchman to discover a kind of barometer, which

may be safely called unique. An English journal says that it is nothing

more nor less than the figure of a general made of gingerbread. He buys

one every year, and takes it home and hangs it by a string on a nail.

Gingerbread, as every one knows, is easily affected by changes in the

atmosphere. The slightest moisture renders it soft, while in dry weather

it grows hard and tough.

Every morning, on going out, the Frenchman asks his servant, "What does

the general say?" and the man applies his thumb to the gingerbread

figure.

Perhaps he may reply, "The general feels soft. He would advise you

taking an umbrella." On the other hand, if the gingerbread is hard and

unyielding to the touch, it is safe to go forth in one's best attire,

umbrellaless and confident.

The Frenchman declares that the general has never yet proved unworthy of

the confidence placed in him, and would advise all whose purse will not

allow them to purchase a barometer or aneroid, to see what the local

baker can do for them in the gingerbread line.

The

New York State

Analyst Says:

The Royal Baking Powder is superior to any other powder which I have

examined; a baking powder unequalled for purity, strength, and

wholesomeness.

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Any questions in regard to photograph matters will be willingly

answered by the Editor of this column, and we should be glad to

hear from any of our club who can make helpful suggestions.

The prize-winners in the annual photographic competitions are as

follows:

SENIOR PRIZE-WINNERS.

FIGURE STUDIES.

First Prize, $20--Mrs. Claud Gatch, Salem, Ore. Second Prize,

$15--Mrs. Sara W. Holm, 710 Farwell St., Eau Claire, Wis.

[Illustration: FIRST PRIZE, SENIOR COMPETITION, FIGURE STUDIES.

By Mrs. Claud Gatch, Salem, Oregon.]

[Illustration: SECOND PRIZE, SENIOR COMPETITION, FIGURE STUDIES.

By Mrs. Sara W. Holm, Eau Claire, Wisconsin.]

LANDSCAPES.

First Prize, $15--Mr. Roy Pike, Lake City, Minn. Second Prize,

$10--Mrs. George E. Conn, Box 1, Green Lake, Washington.

JUNIOR PRIZE-WINNERS.

FIGURE STUDIES.

First Prize, $20--Samuel J. Castner, 3729 Chestnut St.,

Philadelphia, Pa. Second Prize, $10--Edmund C. Stone, Baird, Shasta

Co., Cal. Third Prize, $5--Paul G. Warren, Wauwatosa, Wis.

LANDSCAPES.

First Prize, $12--Anton H. Schefer, 40 West Thirty-seventh St., New

York city, N. Y. Second Prize, $8--Lesley Ashburner, Media, Pa.

Third Prize, $5--Howard Cox, 531 Hemlock St., Helena, Mont.

MARINES.

First Prize, $12--William D. Bowers, 50 Pleasant St., Hartford,

Conn. Second Prize, $8--Harry Chase, 175 Summer St., Nahant, Mass.

Third Prize, $5--Susie Brown, Box 306, Keyport, N. J.

HONORABLE MENTION.

Myron Eames Davis, Worcester, Mass.; Frederick C. Kelly, Xenia, O.;

William R. Durgin, Chicago, Ill.; Kenneth Towner, Asbury Park,

N. J.; Manfred Goldschmidt, New York city; Frederick G. Clapp,

South Boston, Mass.; Doar Saunders, Indianapolis, Ind.; William

Selbie, Deadwood, S. D.; William C. Davids, Rutherford, N. J.;

Louise McLean, St Paul, Minn.; Earl Raiguel, Philadelphia, Pa.;

Clarence Pratt, 135 Hodge Ave., Buffalo, N. Y.; Willis H. Kerr,

Bellevue, Kan.; Bert A. Porter, Brooklyn, N. Y.; Homer C. Gaskins,

Baltimore, Md.; W. Brian Hooker, Farmington, Mass.; Walter

Raudebush, Lebanon, N. Y.; Foster Hartwell, Lansingburg, N. Y.;

Bert Atkinson, Tilton, N. H.; John W. Horr, Worcester, Mass.;

Lothair Kohnstam, New York city; Arthur S. Dudley, West Salem,

Wis.; Charles Taber, Auburn, N. Y.; M. W. Nourse, Chicago, Ill.;

William S. Thomas, Detroit, Mich.; William O. Wichman, Great

Barrington, Mass.; Harry R. Patty, Los Angeles, Cal.; Charles J.

Bates, Highwood, N. J.; Arthur Inkersley, San Francisco, Cal.;

Louisa Pearce, Moreno, Cal.

The pictures sent in for the annual competition show a decided advance

both in subject and finish over the early efforts of our Camera Club,

proving that the hints given from time to time in our club column on the

making of artistic pictures are read and acted upon.

In the Junior competition the first prize for figure studies was awarded

to a picture entitled "Two Little Neapolitans." Another picture of

almost equal merit entitled, "A Tarantula Dancer of Sorrento, Italy,"

was sent by the same artist. "Setting Sail" was the title of the

second-prize figure study, and was a picture of two children in an old

punt which was lying half in and half out of the water, one small child

tugging at the big oar, while the larger one stood in the bow of the

boat hoisting a stick on which was tied a rag for a sail. The third

prize was given to a picture of a small boy perched on a stump. This

picture had no title.

Some of the entries of landscape studies were very good. The first prize

was given to a picture entitled "In the Orchard"; the second to a

picture called "Along Lobster Lane"; and the third prize to a picture

called "Sunset in the Rockies." This title did not fit the picture, as

there was no sunset effect, and when the picture is reproduced it will

appear under the title "Now comes still Evening On."

"Surf at Rockaway" won the first prize in marine studies. The whole

picture--the cloud effect, the breakers on the beach, and the point of

view from which the picture was made--is very similar to the celebrated

etching entitled "The Surf-Tormented Shore," by Amos Sangster. William

D. Bowers, who sent this picture, sent also another marine called "On

Long Island Sound," but which might more appropriately be called

"Scudding for Home," for it is a picture of a yacht flying along with

all sails set. The second prize was awarded to a picture of the sea and

cliffs at Nahant, while the third was given to a picture of a yacht

drifting along with the tide.

In the Senior competition the first prize for figure studies was a

picture illustrating Eugene Field's poem entitled "Shuffle-Shoon and

Amber-Locks," the first verse of which is as follows:

Shuffle-Shoon and Amber-Locks

Sit together building blocks.

Shuffle-Shoon is old and gray,

Amber-Locks a little child,

Yet, together at their play,

Youth and Age are reconciled.

The posing of the figures and the expression on the faces of

"Shuffle-Shoon and Amber-Locks" show that both artist and subjects have

caught the very spirit of the poem. The second-prize picture is a genre

study made out-of-doors just at sunset. A woman with two pails suspended

from a yoke over her shoulders is crossing a rough bridge, while just

behind her trudges a little tow-headed urchin tugging a pail. The

lighting in this picture is excellent, and the whole picture most

artistic.

The pictures which won prizes in the landscape competition for seniors

were both of snow scenes, and were far above the average photographs of

snow scenery, the snow looking like real snow and not like masses of

white chalk.

The members of the club are to be congratulated on their fine pictures.

During the next few weeks all of the prize pictures will be printed in

the ROUND TABLE. All photographs save the prize ones have been mailed to

their owners.

MURRAY MARBLE, 55 Pearl St., Worcester, Mass.; HICKOX UTLEY, 517

South Walnut St., Springfield, Ill.; BERTRAM R. WHITE, 616

Lexington Ave., New York city; WILLIAM S. JOHNSON, 263 School St.,

Athol, Mass.; FREDERIC LYTE HARDING, 5940 Overlook Ave.,

Philadelphia, Pa.; HERBERT H. PEASE, 28 Court St., New Britain,

Conn.; JAMES M. KIMBALL, 16 Montague St., Providence, R. I.--wish

to become members of the Camera Club.

E. L. DEDHAM asks why some negatives are so sticky that the

solio-paper sticks to them and ruins them; and if the glycerine

used for films must be one special kind. Any pure glycerine will

answer for soaking the films to prevent them from curling. One-half

ounce of glycerine to sixteen ounces of water is the proportion for

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By HAYDEN CARRUTH, Author of "The Adventures of Jones." Illustrated by

H. M. WILDER. 16mo, Cloth, Ornamental, $1.25.

This is the story of three boy chums and of their cruise across the

Dakotas in a "prairie-schooner." Mr. Carruth has a genial humor in

the telling of ordinary happenings that is irresistible, and he

even manages to impart a great deal of useful information as he

goes along. The author tells us very pleasantly some things about

this big slice of Uncle Sam's territory.

THE LAST RECRUIT OF CLARE'S

Being Passages from the Memoirs of Anthony Dillon, Chevalier of St.

Louis, and Late Colonel of Clare's Regiment in the Service of France. By

S. R. KEIGHTLEY, Author of "The Crimson Sign," "The Cavaliers," etc.

With 4 Illustrations. Post 8vo, Cloth, Ornamental, $1.50.

This is a romance not of love, but of daring adventure, and so well

worked as to be profoundly interesting.--_Chicago Inter-Ocean._

Cleverly told, and enchain the reader's attention immediately,

holding him captive to the last page.--_Brooklyn Standard-Union._

A series of vivid pictures of the life of a soldier who was also a

gentleman.--_N. Y. Press._

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And Other Stories. By ELLEN DOUGLAS DELAND, Author of "Oakleigh."

Illustrated. Post 8vo, Cloth, Ornamental, $1.50.

Made up of tales of girl life, very earnest, pure, and

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Delightful in their naturalness.... These amusing and simply-told

little stories.--_Philadelphia Bulletin._

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The Weight of those Four Weights.

The man who dropped a 40-pound article and broke it into 4 scale-weights

excited the TABLE's curiosity. It was a singular fall. The 4 pieces

weighed 1, 3, 9, and 27 pounds respectively. To get 2 pounds he puts the

3-pound weight on one side, and the 1-pound one on the other, and has a

2-pound balance on the 3-pound side. If he has occasion to weigh 35

pounds he puts the 27-pound weight and the 9-pound weight on one side,

and the 1-pound weight on the other. We have tested these and a few

other weights. Our correspondent says any number of pounds from 1 to 40

can be weighed with these weights.

* * * * *

From a Bright British Lad.

In my last letter I told you about some of the sights of India,

where I lived till I was twelve; but now that I am in England, I

will tell you something about the town in which I live. Bedford has

over 40,000 inhabitants, and is a very clean town. There is a

beautifully laid out park containing forty acres, in which there is

a pretty lake with two shrub-covered islands on which swans and

ducks make their nests.

It is intersected with paths and carriage-drives, and is resorted

to by cyclists of both sexes. There are two very fine statues in

Bedford. One is that of John Bunyan, who was born not far from this

town, at a place called Elstow, where may be seen the moot-house or

church where he used to preach, and also the remains of his house.

In a church named after John Bunyan there is an arm-chair supposed

to have belonged to him.

The other statue is that of John Howard, the great philanthropist.

It was erected two years ago. The River Ouse runs through this

town. In summer it is alive with boats and steam-launches. I am an

active collector of stamps, and would like to exchange some Indian

and other stamps for those of other countries, with any boy or girl

who has any to exchange. I will also exchange crests, coins, and

curios for stamps. If any boy or girl would care to correspond

about India or England, I would answer every letter, as I love

letter-writing. I go to the Bedford Modern School, in which are

over 600 boys. Your faithful reader,

ERNEST C. GROVES.

BELHAVEN, 33 FOSTER-HILL ROAD, BEDFORD.

* * * * *

From Among Mississippi Pines.

I was interested in your article on "Working a Turpentine Orchard,"

because I live in the Long Leaf Yellow Pine region, with turpentine

orchards all about us. All summer we see wagons loaded with "crude"

passing. If the TABLE would like to hear more about the process of

manufacturing spirits of turpentine and resin, I will write again.

HERBERT SHEAR.

CHICORA, MISS.

Please tell us about the process.

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The World of Amateur Journals.

The _Jester_ of recent date has some clever pictures bringing an old

joke up to the bicycle age. A man elopes with the daughter, the steed

being not saddle-horses as of old, but a tandem bicycle. The father,

from an upper window does not shoot or holler, or get down and ride

after the fleeing couple on his fastest horse. Instead he fires some

tacks out of his gun. The tires are punctured, and the daughter returns

humiliated.

The Corresponding Chapter, of which Charles Turnbull, of Hartford,

Conn., is president, Arthur F. Kraus is vice-president, and Edward F.

Daas, 1717 Cherry Street, Milwaukee, Wis., is secretary and treasurer,

expects soon to have an official newspaper organ. The Chapter is

prospering. It wants members, especially in foreign countries.

F. E. Maynard, 420 Angell Street, Providence, R. I., wants to receive

sample copies of amateur papers.

Homer C. Bright, treasurer of the Columbine Chapter of Denver, Col.,

sends word to the TABLE that the old Columbine is doing well after a

reorganization, and has started the publication of the _Columbine

Jester_, which is neat and bright. Its editor is Homer C. Bright, and

his address is 314 West Fourth Avenue. He asks us some questions about

copyright, and whether he may take anything out of other papers,

provided he gives credit. In answer to the first: It is scarcely

necessary to copyright an amateur paper. The cost is $1 each issue. Ask

the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D. C., for printed instructions.

In reply to the question about clipping items: Yes, take extracts from

anything you find in any other publication, unless there is a notice

accompanying the article expressly forbidding it. You would not,

however, take the entire article without first getting consent from the

publisher. This you can, in the case of an amateur paper, probably

secure for the asking.

Charles P. Follansbee, 118 South Elliott Place, Brooklyn, N. Y., desires

to receive sample copies of amateur papers. Henry Feldson asks if the

TABLE thinks autograph-collecting or amateur journalism the better

hobby. It is impossible to answer such a question in favor of one or the

other. Both afford instruction, and few hobbies ought to be ridden that

do not do that much for the rider. The only advice is, ride the one you

take the most interest in. Frances Bragdon, 1709 Chicago Avenue,

Evanston, Ill., also desires sample copies of amateur papers.

* * * * *

Who Can Enlighten Us?

I enclose a sketch of a button. Can you tell me what it is? The

star is blue, set in a little from the white enamelled background.

The belt is silver, raised up above the white background. I have

quite a large collection of buttons, and would like to hear from

other button collectors on the subject of exchanging specimens.

D. W. HARDIN.

1003 COURT STREET, SAGINAW, MICH.

The drawing sent shows a button 5/8 inch across, with a belt surrounding

a star. The belt is fastened with a buckle.

* * * * *

Do You Like a Good Problem?

Here is a good mathematical question, perhaps not wholly new, but handy

to have when asked to tell, off hand, something to keep up the interest

and occupy the attention of the company. Frank Smith, of Cumberland,

Md., says he had a good time working it out, and he hopes others will

enjoy it as much.

A, B, and C went to market to sell eggs. A took ten dozen, B thirty

dozen, and C fifty dozen, B and C selling, according to agreement, at

the same price that A sells his. Each sells all his eggs, and each

brings home $2.75. What were the eggs sold at per dozen?

* * * * *

A Fifteen Problem.

Is there a school in the country in which scholars never play "tic, tac,

toe"? If so, will not some one who attends it write the TABLE? It would

be interesting to know if the simple game is not universal. Charles

Kingenberg suggests the making of the double crossed lines as in the

game named. Then place the figures one to nine, one in a place, and

using all places and figures, so that horizontally, perpendicularly, and

diagonally in both ways, the sum is fifteen.

* * * * *

Tact of Disraeli.

A new book has just been published in which are some fresh stories about

Disraeli the younger. This man was Prime Minister of England, and came

later to be Earl of Beaconsfield. Beginning life under many adverse

circumstances, and having racial prejudice against him, he was able not

only to attain the highest honor in the kingdom open to a man not of

royal blood, but to do for his sovereign services second to no Prime

Minister who ever served a British queen or king.

To deal with a sovereign and a woman requires tact. Lord Beaconsfield

possessed it. To a friend he said one day: "I never contradict. I never

deny. But I sometimes forget." He had many enemies, and yet he triumphed

over nearly all of them. "I never trouble to be avenged," he said. "When

a man injures me I put his name on a slip of paper and lock it in a

drawer. It is marvellous how men I have thus labelled have the knack of

disappearing."

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This Department is conducted in the interest of stamp and coin

collectors, and the Editor will be pleased to answer any question

on these subjects so far as possible. Correspondents should address

Editor Stamp Department.

New sets of stamps are now being issued with old-time frequency. The

following are those of most interest:

SALVADOR.--The 1896 set has been reprinted in new colors for 1897.

1 centavo, vermilion.

2 centavos, green.

3 centavos, brown.

5 centavos, orange.

10 centavos, green.

12 centavos, blue.

15 centavos, black.

20 centavos, slate.

24 centavos, yellow.

30 centavos, rose.

50 centavos, violet.

100 centavos, brown.

Registration stamps.

10 centavos, blue.

10 centavos, brown.

New return receipt stamp.

5 centavos, dark green.

Unpaid letter stamps.

1 centavo, blue.

2 centavos, blue.

3 centavos, blue.

5 centavos, blue.

10 centavos, blue.

15 centavos, blue.

25 centavos, blue.

50 centavos, blue.

LIBERIA.--A new set of stamps has just been issued by this country. The

types of all except the 50c., which has female head in centre, and is

printed in red-brown and black, are same as the old series. The 1c. is

similar to the old 6c.; the 2c. to the old $1; the 5c. to the old 4c.;

the 10c. to the old 8c.; the 15c. to the old 12c.; the 20c. to the old

16c.; the 25c. to the old 24c., and the 30c. to the old 32c. No higher

values than 50c. will be issued hereafter. Perforated 15. Water-marked.

1 cent, violet.

2 cents, olive-bistre and black.

5 cents, magenta and black.

10 cents, yellow and dark blue.

15 cents, slate.

20 cents, vermilion.

25 cents, yellow-green.

30 cents, steel-blue.

50 cents, red-brown and black.

ZANZIBAR.--The _Philatelic Journal of Great Britain_ chronicles a series

of adhesives with portrait of the late Sultan, also a new provisional

made by surcharging the current 1a. 6p. India "Zanzibar" in black and

"2-1/2" in red, similar to the 2a. India. Water-mark a rose. Perforated

13-1/2 by 14.

1/2 anna, green, flags red.

1 anna, dark blue, flags red.

2 annas, brown-red, flags red.

2-1/2 annas, blue, flags red.

3 annas, olive-gray, flags red.

4 annas, green-black, flags red.

4-1/2 annas, orange, flags red.

5 annas, bistre, flags red.

7-1/2 annas, purple, flags red.

8 annas, olive-green, flags red.

1 rupee, ultramarine, flags red.

2 rupees, deep green, flags red.

CHINA.--The _Post-Office_ has received a set of provisional stamps

issued on February 2, when China entered the Postal Union. All are

surcharged, on the current Chinese postage-stamps, in Chinese, with

value in English, except the $1, which is on the 3c. revenue. It is

stated that the officials refuse to sell more than one set at a time, as

but few were issued. All local post-offices closed on February 2.

Provisional stamps. Perforated.

1/2 cent on 3c., pale yellow, black surcharge.

1 cent on 1c., red, black surcharge.

2 cents on 2c., light green, black surcharge.

4 cents on 4c., rose, black surcharge.

5 cents on 5c., yellow, black surcharge.

8 cents on 6c., brown, black surcharge.

30 cents on 24c., carmine, black surcharge.

1 dollar on 3c. revenue, carmine, black surcharge.

NICARAGUA.--The designs for 1897 are similar to the 1896 set with date

and colors changed.

1 centavo, lilac.

2 centavos, green.

5 centavos, rose.

10 centavos, light blue.

20 centavos, light brown.

50 centavos, gray.

1 peso, slate.

2 pesos, dark carmine.

5 pesos, blue.

Unpaid letter stamps.

1 centavo, lilac.

2 centavos, lilac.

5 centavos, lilac.

10 centavos, lilac.

20 centavos, lilac.

30 centavos, lilac.

50 centavos, lilac.

J. M. CATTELL.--You can get a catalogue of all postage-stamps, with

illustrations of most of the types (except U.S.), for 50c. Anything

beyond this is a matter of careful study. Never paste any stamps in

the album. You can get one thousand of the best hinges, made of

onion-skin, for 15c., from any dealer. The current U.S. stamps from

low values are too common to pay for saving. The 50c., $1, $2, and

$5 stamps are worth from 25 per cent. to 50 per cent. of their face

value, even when used, but they must be without tear or other

material blemish.

F. SEVERN.--Part-perforated U.S. revenue stamps are not scarce, but

I advise paying any high price for single stamps in that condition.

Too many perforated stamps with large margins have been faked into

"part perforated." The advanced collectors, as a rule, pay extra

for part-perforated revenues when in unsevered pairs only. As to

the "ultramarine," they are in most cases quite scarce in this

shade.

MARIA C. SHATOLA.--I have no record of receiving any letter from

you.

R. F. BOWE.--All the English stamps are water-marked. Take an

unused one, or one lightly cancelled, dip it in water, and hold it

so that the light shines through, and you will see the water-mark.

E. BAGG, JUN.--The English government perforates initials, etc., in

stamps at the expense of the purchaser. This is done to prevent

theft.

D. MCLAUGHLIN.--In the days of Queen Anne of England (1712) all

English newspapers were taxed for revenue. The government put its

imprint or tax on each and every paper issued. This tax was

abolished June 15, 1855. Specimens are very common. They are

collected to a limited degree in England.

T. A. L.--Your U.S. coins are worth three or four times their face

value. The Carolus III. is a Spanish dollar no longer current, and

therefore worth bullion only, as it is very common.

PHILATUS.

* * * * *

A QUEER AUDIENCE.

An India correspondent, in writing to the Boston _Golden Rule_, says:

"The most singular audience that I ever saw gathered to listen to

preaching was an audience of monkeys. I had noticed that in the back

yards of the houses on the opposite side of the street there was a row

of trees, the branches of which stretched out over the flat roofs. Many

of these branches were beginning to bend downward toward the roofs, and

the faces of some old jack monkeys peered out through the foliage. Soon

some of them jumped down and came forward to see what their 'big

brothers' in the street were about, as they stood gazing so intently at

these white men standing around. Springing upon a parapet, they seated

themselves, with their hind feet hanging over in front, and gazed with

fixedness at the preacher, as they saw the people in the street doing.

"The audience in the street, standing with their backs toward that row

of houses, did not notice the monkeys, and so their attention was not

distracted by them.

"I had noticed that many mother monkeys had brought their babies to

church with them. These little babe monkeys sat upon the knees of their

mothers, while her hand was placed around them in a very human fashion;

but the sermon was evidently too high for these little fellows to

comprehend. Glancing up, I saw one of the little monkeys cautiously

reach his hand around, and catching hold of another baby monkey's tail,

give it a pull. The other little monkey struck back; but each mother

monkey evidently disapproved of this levity in church, and each gave her

own baby a box on the ears, as though saying: 'Sit still; don't you know

how to behave in church?' The little monkeys thus reprimanded turned the

most solemn faces toward the preacher, and seemed to listen intently to

what he was saying. They sat demurely until the preacher finished his

sermon and until he had distributed Gospels and tracts among the

audience.

"Our 'celestial audience,' seeing our 'terrestrial audience' dispersing,

then, and not until then, left their seats, and demurely walked back and

sprang upon the branches again. There were no 'monkey capers' as they

went; they were as serious as a congregation leaving a church, and sat

upon the branches in a meditative mood, as though thinking over what

they had heard the preacher say."

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MEFISTO SCARF PIN.

[Illustration]

A brand new joke; Mefisto's bulging eyes, bristling ears and ghastly

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SOFERTERAMONIGO.

A gentleman stopped to listen to the tune, played on a hand-organ, which

happened to strike his fancy. When the air was finished, he approached

the Italian, and asked the name of the music.

"Soferteramonigo!" answered the Italian, showing all his teeth in a

smile of appreciation at the compliment to his melodies.

The gentleman walked on, and endeavored for many months to obtain the

piece of music with the unpronounceable name. But he never could find

it. At last one day he heard it played by an American, and again asked

the name of the air he admired.

"Oh, that," said the player, "is an old thing--'Silver Threads among the

Gold!'"

* * * * *

IN THE POLO REGIONS.

"I wonder if the little Eskimo boys have any out-of-door games like

ours?" said Polly.

"Oh, I guess so," replied Jennie. "They have polo-bears up there, you

know."

* * * * *

THE TROUBLE.

"Who ever brought you up, Walter?" demanded his aunt, after some small

bit of rudeness on his part.

"Never was brought up," said Walter. "I've been being taken down all my

life."

* * * * *

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THE FANCIFUL JAP.

"The mirror finds all the defects of my face,

And in it I'll look all the day

To see if it won't with its mystical grace

In a little while take them away."

* * * * *

A TEN-CENT QUEEN.

Imagine a queen travelling around the world on ten cents! It seems

preposterous, and yet it is a fact. There is a certain man out West,

according to the St. Louis _Republic_, who will do this for any one who

will send him an order, whether it comes from England, China, or any

other foreign country, and he says:

"I have frequent demands from all parts of the world. You see, I send

these queens as follows: You will notice that there are two little

circular compartments in this royal carriage," and he produced a little

wooden box, "one in which the queen is kept, and the other for her

suite; the little plug in the centre of the box is solidified, candied

honey, which will furnish food to the regal party until they arrive at

their destination.

"The compartments are covered with a fine wire gauze to prevent the

escape of the insects.

"This large one in the first compartment, the one with the delicately

shaped long body and beautiful markings, is an Italian queen bee, and

she is valued at $10. I have queens valued all the way from $2 to $25.

"The others, in the second compartment, are the suite, or worker bees,

that will accompany her on the trip not only for company, but also for

the heat they will produce to keep her comfortable on the stormy voyage

over the great cold seas.

"After we have the bees safely stowed away in their proper compartments,

we switch the little lid around and fasten it with a tiny screw at the

ends, and on its top surface the address of the consignee is written,

the stamp is affixed, and away goes her majesty, a queen sold into

slavery for the trifling sum of $10, and sent to her destination on a

ten-cent stamp.

"Bee-culture has grown so rapidly in the United States that there are

few farmers now who have not a substantial apiary and who do not net a

handsome income each year from the honey the bees yield, and besides the

farmer there are thousands of gentlemen and ladies who are apiarists

purely from the fascination the hobby affords."

* * * * *

LIGHTS FOR THE FEET.

Genius has given fashionable folks a new plaything with which to amuse

themselves. It is in literal obedience to the Biblical injunction

regarding a lamp unto the feet, for that is exactly where the new light

is to be worn. The Baltimore _Herald_ says:

"It consists of a tiny lantern with sides of very stout glass, mounted

upon a stirrup which straddles the foot of the user, a tongue resting on

the toe of the foot, and acting as part of the support.

"There are several means of furnishing light for this curious lamp.

Electricity and oil are the most common. The former is likely to be the

more popular method, as there is no danger of grease leaking out upon

the shoe.

"A tiny storage battery has been constructed to furnish light. It is

carried in the pocket, and a flexible wire passes from the battery and

through the pocket down to the lamp."

* * * * *

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"DO YOU KNOW THE LESSON?"

"I GUESS SO."

"WELL, WHAT'S UTOPIA? IS IT A NATION?"

"POSSIBLY; A SORT OF IMAGINARY NATION."

"OH, I SEE; IT'S A NOTION--EH?"

End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Round Table, March 16, 1897, by Various