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V" •' •*."*# Cupid Versus Neptune S«¥WK2 'Ir^vW "k. _ - wmmSfm !r ' " '-. '• : •&• :"' ' ^ : " ' v V : - v ' : ' " ' J ' " ^" '= - '"^ " ^ • •^ • "^ : ^ : • • ? ^ r^ ' ^ " • - • • • • , : ' • The Day's Blrttt ^fwt'i'a wnf to the norntag; the happy bAHra -v*a- • 's. »? •' .,Wlth dew all the CWBS 1* th* adorning. .•••* .k. mo* to th* htrds la the twtapi assto • ' •'••* .i***r " -" .̂ STo greet the new day that la story ti y$M breaking; son* to the mi that lta cam ta **§*, 'fr^lHat faint to the rooks wttb Its «oIm«1 Hncinr. * •**'$> • ••*,: 1 sons to the mornlnr, the ertap ̂ hap|9> mornlngr-- A sons to the clock that goes off with- out warning. - --Balttmora New* m Judging simply from appearance, a jjenson would bare said that Nellie At­ kinson was both a pretty and kind- fcearted girl. Yet she took delight in fnakirg Jack Hastings unhappy. •"Which was certainly a piece of un­ warranted cruelty, for Jack was big, Mkthletic, good to look upon and, in addition, thought the sun rose and '%' net simply for the benefit of Nellie. Bat Jack had one misfortune, and tor a man who is anxious to share the |/T. amusements of a pretty girl at a sea- k > #ide resort it was a serious one. No $£/>..j*ne could row better than he on a |' - j smooth river or an inland lake. In fact, >|ie had been.stroke for two years on f'-': ^ ^is college crew. But to venture on r the water when the least swell was J ^.^coming in from the ocean made him '*! ^ deadly seasick. And Nellie, instead of } / J0*ing him the sympathy to which he Was clearly entitled, was strongly in- dined to tease him over his inability L? "•' to sail a boat in comfor£ even in the which ran out from tl-e beach. f,'v On this particular morning. Nellie, j^ Y ft charming picture of a pretty girl in \ yachting costume and cap, was stand- fr... 4leg at the end of the wharf. At one .?|v. .side of the whari was moored her lit , : tie sailboat. A good breeze was blow- 1 tng in from the ocean, making it a de- |gv' lUghtful mornibg for a sail, although a jfew clouds lying low on the horizon If ;'gave a hint of unpleasant weather to '«ome. "Help me to fix up the sail, please, W-h <V*. Jack," said Nellie, with an air of great St - cheerfulness, "and then we can take j/V -\m run out into the bay. There's a love- P$T' lr swell on this morning," * y<>", Jack helped hoist the sail, but he (iidn't seem to share Nellie's cheerful­ ly#*} mess over "the lovely swell." "Instead of sailing, wouldn't it be » k- _ m nice morning for a walk in the ?woods or a spin on my machine?" he •"'••• \. suggested, with a timidity which was |-h ; • really disgraceful in such a big, strong j^f isian. £ > * N e l l i e l o k e d a t h i m w i t h a n a i r o t P • V' the greatest coldness. How was Jack. § ; ; • ; >* mere man, to know that half of the |fe:. •itoldness was assumed? W 'h- "Very well," she said severely. '"If & t you dont care to go when I invite you ||:? I will go alone. I'm sc-ry you consider lp!J It such a bore to sail with me." . This was as rank injustice as any piv( «ne, even a pretty girl, could be j$:/. guilty ot Nellie knew that nothing de lighted Jack more than to be with her. Hi%: She alBo knew that t_.e sole reason for |y; • bis reluctance to sailing was the cer- tainty that he would be seasick. In gj^v'^ntin Jack tried to explain matters, to tumble himself, to assert that he was longing for a sail. Nellie had Issued _ tier decree, she would not alter it. In tier heart of hearts she thought nearly % «s much of Jack as he di^ of her. But j|f 'It must be confessed she liked to tease fcim. fe;;: . "Better not go out alone, miss," Pr paid an old fisherman, who came louns- , |ng up tne wharf just as Nellie was Starting ofT. "Them clouds off to the ^ east look like a squall. And if it comes Jl'-v • 4t will come mighty sudden." , But Nellie, obstinate in her deter- kf j ttlnation to punish Jack for his hesita­ tion ia accepting her in7itation, refus- to heed the warning. A moment ilater the little sailboat was dancing i;v v #©ut over the waters of the bay. ' JacK Hastings remained at the end | Jpf the wuarf in a disconsolate mood, f ,, tJ5urelv fate was unkind to make him #tror.g, athletic., perfectly competent fisherman had predicted came sweep­ ing in from the seas. Nellie had allowed her boat to sail out almost to the entrance of the bay before she recognized her danger. Then she turned and began to run for the wharf. But it was too late. The first gusts from the ooming squall caught the little boat, almost tearing the sail from its lashings. Then a rope, snapped, and before Nellie, whose at­ tention bad been taken up in steering, could remedy the damage, her boat was running swiftly and aimlessly be­ fore the wind. The people on shore saw her danger and haste was made to get out one of the big sail boats, but this was a work of time, and now seconds were ptecious. Long before the larger boat was ready Jack Hastings ran down to the end of the wharf, untied a little ft 0 I ' •Metp me fix up the sail, please, Jsek," kid Nellie, with grest cheerfulni to sail a boat, and yet unable to en dure the slightest boisterousness of the waves wimout being sick. Despite the old fisherman's warning, he was not at first worried over the prospect of any danger to Nellie, as the bay was small and she had often--too often, in fact--proveu her ability to sail her boat without his assistance. But suddenly the clouds which had been scurrying across the sky in de­ tached sections seemed to unite into one big, black cloud, which covered the horizon to the east. There was perceptible drop in the temperature. FOr a few moments the wind^seemed to die awav. But the lull was only temporary. Then, with an unlooked lor suddenness, the squall which the it was a race with death. dory, threw in a pair of oars, and was pulling toward Nellie's boat at the top of his speed. A dory will ride the waves in any kind of weather, but it is decidedly given to pitching and tossing in rough water. Jack aidn't seem to notice this. All his energies were thrown into row­ ing hard and fast and desperately. His training on the college crew stood him * in good stead, but never in the hottest contested race had he exerted himself as he did now, when he was pulling to ^ave the clrl he loved. Tae dory jump­ ed half out of the water at every stroke. But the wind was rising, the waves growing rougher and rougher, and each instant Nellies boat grew more and more unmanageable. But Nellie was an experienced sail­ or, and even In this emergency held the tiller steady and tried to turn the boat in the direction of the swiftly ap­ proaching dory. It was a race with death. But Jack won. It seemed hours to him, but in reality it was only minutes, and short ones, before the dory reached the side of the sailboat. Then Nellie dropped the tiller, crept to the side of her boat, and a moment later was safe in the dory. It was time. A sudden gust struck the little sailboat, it lurched to one side, and then careened completely ov^r. But the storm had lost its victim. When the wharf was reached will­ ing hands lifted Nellie to safety. She was none the worse for her perilous experiment. When Jack clambered up on the wharf she gave him a look different from those with which she was in the habit of favoring him. Thqn little gleam of fun came into her eyes. "What do you think of a man," she asked with assumed sternness, vwho tells a girl that it makes him sick to go on the water and then can row a little dory through a raging squall?" Jack gave a little gasp of honest .sur­ prise. • Why, I never .thought ofethat," he replied. "Guess 1 was so wrapped up trying, to get to you before your boat went down that I didn't think pf sear slckti'ess." * ••• It seems *to have been a case of Cupid conquering Neptune," slyly ob­ served a pretty girl, who formed one of the group congratulating fcellie on her escape. At whlcn remark Jack looked nn- felgnedly pleased, while Nellie tried to appear offended; she didn't succees very well.--Edwin J. Webster in Phil* delphia Ledger. ***** ».< i » PIGEONS CATS PESTS OF ^ NEW YORK'S GREAT CATHEDRAL Ofte* S i It may be necessary to resort to vigorous measures to relieve St Pat­ rick's cathedral"at New York of a pest of birds and cats. The birds are nesting over the entrance and in the Steeples and arches and cornices of the facade and under the eaves along the side of the building in such num­ bers as to constitute a serious annoy- ance to those who attend services there. The cats, although seldom in evidence in daylight, prowl about the cathedral at night and disturb the neighborhood with their clamor. The birds are pigeons and sparrows. The cats are strays. £The trouble began with the late Archbishop Corrigan's pigeons. When the archbishop began feeding the rounded by a small flock of birds, who fluttered and cooed and flew about hiriPquite as though they un­ derstood him and loved him. The archbishop would not fling down all the food for the pigeons at once. He loved to see them eating and enjoying themselves. So he would take a little bit out of his pock­ et at a time and dust it about the walk. Then, as the birds began to gather, he would grow more and more prodigal, until finally, with a reckless dash Into his pocket, he would bring out the last handful and fling it to the winds. Then he would go quietl/ away again. The birds became so tame they would come at the archbishop's call. So rapidly did they increase that to- his early morning rounds, disoovered that food was to be had even at the base of New York's greatest church. Whether he told others of his tribe or not is not known, but it is a fact that dozens of cats haunt the dim alleys of the church and yowl about its dark corners at night. One story which will go down in the annals of the cathedral is told by the sexton. Not long ago an old lady used to appear at the cathedral early every morning. Mass begins at 6 o'clock, but the old lady came earlier. From a paper bag hidden under her wrap she would take pieces of meat and buttered bread. These she would break into bits and throw down upon the walk, calling softly; "Puss, puss, puts!" At the sound gaunt cats would HONOR TYROL'S HERO. Nation Venerates the Memory of An^roia Hofijffc. " Iliad Twice a Year the Stor? of the Liberator. A*ain in M C ' - - -•siii^SSaS (Special- CorrespondMce.) tt Is nearly a hundred years since Andreas Hofer, the heroic Innkeeper of the Passeier, roused his country­ men to arms against the power of Napoleon, and inspired the same fer­ vent loyalty to Kaiser 4and fatherland which is so strong in every Tyrolese heart to-day, routed the armies of France agd Bavaria and won for him­ self a place among the immortals of history. The flowers of ninety springs have blossomed on the soil once red with blood of Austria's enemies; ninety years of change and stress have left their mark on the Hapsburg throne since the cry, "Down with Bavaria!" rang through Tyrol; but walking through the pleasant Meran valley, where Adige and Passer rush together to flow united southward into Italy, the past seems strangely near, and the very-reeks of that stirring time when the mountain folk humbled the pride of Europe's master, and gave their Kaiser back his own. There, where Schlo8s Tyrol stands on the edge of a gray gorge, cleft deep In the green hillside, was fought a bloody battle, when the Frenchmen, caught in a trap between the peasants and the chasm, sprang by hundreds over the crum­ bling edge rather than face the deadly The background Of the stage 16'V peasant's house with spacious dooiv way and long wooden galleries running round the upper story. The seats In front are open to the sky. Above the brown gabled roof one sees the bright green mountain where the hay huts hang like birds' nests on the steep slope, and a jagged peak, Just outlined with a silver gleam of snow, which seems to pierce the deep blue shield' of heaven. The spring sun lights up the faces of the actors and lends lta glamor to the scene. A bright faced "Dirndl" speaks the prologue in good Tyroler German, and the play begins. History lives on the rough boards for a space. In the rugged country tongue tbe moving tale is unfolded. Peasants in the dresses of many valleys flock to the fair, which is held before the wooden house. They wear tbe clothes treasured as heir» looms, which their fathers and moth* ers wore in th© days of the country's danger. They laugh and talk and chat* ter, when suddenly a band of children, eager and excited, rushes into the crowd and spreads the news that the enemy Is at hand. The flag swinger is ready--no dressed up mummer this, but the man whose present office Is to call the people to arms in the hour of need. With stern face, }iis lips num Bsck to the Padded Cell. "Why," asked the man with the ingrown conundrum habit, "Is the body of a fish such a great puzzle?" "Not guilty," said the'party of the second part "The answer is up to you." "Because," continued the bughouse candidate, "you can't make head nor tall of It." birds several years ago there were only a few of them--a little family of strays who had taken up residence in the steeple of the biggest church In America. It is a tradition of the ca­ thedral that in the early morning the archbishop would steal out in the half light to the lawn about the church. He was no sooner sighted than a soft flutter of wings might be heard, and down sped a pigeon right to bis feet. Then the archbishop would smile and turn his eyes up to the steeple. The other pigeons would peep out to see what was the matter, and before the archbishop hacT left he would be sur- RATHER A BROAD HINT. day hundreds of pigeons are nesting appear from every side. They would Stage Coach Driver Explains Why Hs Slammed the Door. Cyrus Townsend Brady says that during his missionary life in the West he had occasion one day to ride In a full stage coach up a steep hill. The driver, where the ascent was sljeerest, got out and walked^ and as he walked he would frequency open the door of the coach and then shut it again with a slam. This the passengers found annoying. "Look here, driver," one of them said, "why do you kick up such an infernal noise with that door?" "To hearten up my horses," the driver answered. "Every time they hear this door close they think that one of you, taking pity on them, has got out, and that makes them imagine1 that tljelr load is lighter." Tramps In Wales. . ; Wales is suffering from a'large *4- cent increase in tbe number of tramps. in- the cathedral steeple, flying about its roof and, occasionally, sailing in a,t its majestic windows. Meantime, the food spread for the pigeons attracted new tenants. Spar­ rows discovered the happy feeding grounds, Aand one by one. they built their- nests in the crevices and cor­ nices of 'the church. When the pigeons had done eating, the sparrows would hop down and pick up the crumbs of the feast. The climax - was capped when a strsy 'cat, gaunt and yellow, out on The Ass and the Lsdder. /'I came into possession of a Hebrew' library the other day," said a student, "and in several of my new books is the sentence, 'May this, volume not be damaged, neither this day nor for­ ever, until the ass ascends the ladder.' What does that mean--'till the ass ascends the ladder'--do you know?" "Yes, I know," answer the student's ^preceptor. "The phrase is like that of Petronlus, 'aslnus in tegulis' (an ass on the housetop). It signifies Impos­ sibility, a thing that will never take place. Books preserved, therefore, until the ass ascends the ladder are books forever preserved/'--Philadel­ phia Becord. Encounters 8moke at 8ea. The captain of a British tank steamer from London,reported on his arrival in New York the other day that his vessel ran into smoke fron the forest fires about 600 qxiles oat at sea. The Missing 8prlng. Guest--Here, waiter, I thought I told you to bring me a spring chicken? Waiter--Yessah; dat am wot Ah done bringed yo', sah. Guest--Well, that being the "case, it must have been hatched from a bard- boiled egg. Informstion Wanted. "I always smile when misfortune overtakes mo," said the clerical look­ ing passenger. "That's a good idea," rejoined the hardware drintmer, "but what do Dogs to Catch Thieves. Following the example of the police of France, the police authorities of sections of Switzerland have recently bought dogs in order to train them to apsljst in catching criminals. _ ' Garibaldi Pensions. The Italian parliament is coffsfflfei* ing a proposal to grant a pension of |500 a year to the four granddaughters of General Garibaldi. Consumption of Sugar. Although one-fourth of the world's sugar crop is cocsumed in the United 8tatgS* but one-twentieth of it Is jjmyp hard' '•JSfck ifc&k' National Legislature. The House of Representatives costs $2 000,000 a year and the Senate * fin '/.v - ' Deceptive. While tbe Wall street rumor factor­ ies had Charles M. Schwab going broke he was pffering $2,000,000 cash to put the United States shipbuilding corporation on its feet. If, that in­ dicates poverty It Is very deceiving. Waterloo Monument The French monument whicbr is to be erected on the field of Waterloo is now complete. It consists of an im­ mense eagle mounted on a granite pedestal. Australia's Pearl Fisheries. The pearl fisheries of West Austra­ lia employ 2,505 men, of whom 110 are Englishmen. The average yield per boat per season Is $4,000. , Welshmen In Liverpool. There are nearly 80,000 Welsh resi­ dents in Liverpool, where it is pro­ posed to found a Celtic chair a$ the University college. _ • > fetefl.'-r' •. ' come like a small army at the call of the little old lady, and before they left the food upon the walk would be cleaned up to a crumb. Then the lit­ tle old lady, with hands folded meek­ ly and shining eyes under her bonnet, would trudge on up the steps and into the church to say her prayers. For a long time those who must keep the cathedral in order suffered the old lady to administer her dally charity and have endured the results in silence. But at last they have been forced to. ton her gently that it must end. * • FIRST PIPE OF THE KIND. Shoemaker Has the Credit oi Molding the F(rst Meerschaum. It is related that a shoemaker named Kavol Kowates, an inhabitant of Pesth, Hungary, being one of na­ ture's, handicraftsmen, had an intui­ tive genius for. carving wood and other material. This brought him in contact with Count Andrassy, with whom he became a great favorite. The count on his return from^a mission to Turkey brought with him a piece of whitish clay which had been present­ ed to him as 4 curiosity on account of its extraordinary light specific grav­ ity. --It struck the shoemaker that, be­ ing porous, it must be well adapted for pipes, as it would absorb the nico­ tine. The experiment was tried and Kavol cut a pipe for the coilnt and one for himself. This first meerschaum pipe, made and smoked by Kavol Kowates, has been preserve^, ia the museum at Pesth. 'H 1 - Had Aversion to Rain.'4 " Salnte-Beuve detested rain. On one occasion, when he had to fight a due), he appeared with a pistol In one hand., an umbrella in the other. "I am will­ ing to be shot," he exclaimed, "but not to get wet" ^ ^ * A Goose for Every Gander. Census returns just issued show a singular i-ecora for Buckingamshire, England.* The number d| unmarried women, 57,928, is precisely the same as the number of bachelors. Immigration. •v,« Within eight months we have receiv­ ed enough emigrants from Europe to reveople Irelao# . Had 8ound Teeth. Prof. Wright of Birmingham ttolver- sity, finds the fossil teeth of the men of the neolithic and the bronze ages almost perfect In number, regularity and soundness. In those early days men's teeth lasted all their lives; the dentist was unknown and not needed. It is so now in many savage and half- Bavr 3e .races. - ' *•' in Persistent. Familiar Bore--Funny, but yt» are always busy when I come in. The Vic­ tim--But still you come in.--Loudon bullets of the mountaineers; Down In the streets of oh! Meran still stands the house where Hofer slept on that winter night when the base treachery of a fellow-country­ man had worked a is downfall. In this old Gasthof and in that, his comrades met to vow unswerving resistance to. the invader. Through the old Vinstgauer Ther rode the messenger who bore the signal of revolt to the Western valleys. , In the wall of a whitewashed Bauernhof, beside a picture of the Blessed Virgin, you may yet see a French cannon bail; half buried in the stonework. Above the peasant has painted the date; AV D; 1809. No need for an inscription. For the Tyroler these figures are enough. That was the glorious year when the storm broke loose and swept tbe fbreijgn yoke from the people's neck and' restored to the country the freedom which is its chiefest boast and most preeious in­ heritance. Every child knows why the Tyroler eagle spreads red wings on • silver field. 'Tis not alone the red sunshine. Nor yet the country's fiery wtost It is the blood my foes have shed ^hat dyes my wins* wtth fadelew fed. Ing nervously under his brown beard* he unfolds the silken red and whit* striped flag and whirls it round hie head. The folds ripple fast, now high, now low, over head, under foot, twists ing and turning till the eye swims to see it, and the stalwart arm of the swinger drops exhausted. Now the peasants pour across the stage; armed with old fashioned mus­ kets, flails, scythes and pitchforks. Their faces are set; they feel, these' honest folk--In real life, tradesmen, peasants, innkeepers and craftsmen-- the spirit that fired their forebears. When cannon shot are heard and puffs of blue smoke dim the vivid color of the mountain pastures, the play seems actual ana grim reality. . Scene succeeds scene. They are all there, the men whose names are household words in Tyrol. Hofer, the "Sandwirt," a thick set, plain faced man, slow of speech, whole hearted for the cause; Lanthaler, with his apostle face and flowing beard; the blind pedler, thirsting for vengeance on his torturers; the stout hearted girls, who loaded their lovers' and brothers' muskets and urged them to valorous deeds. They show how a race of heroes fought "facing fearful Chapel at Innsbruck. TUe verse Is rude;, the Tyroler is a ssaa ot ttm words. He goes his way, paying but little heed to th? march of progress; he plows his fields or tendB his vines and sncDts at the target on Sundays. The Kaiser knowa he is ready, now as in bygone times, to give his last drop of blood for the house of Hapsburg. For foreigners the study peasant feels a fine contempt, blended with pity and veiled .by a dignified courtesy to the strangers who come from all parts of the world to seek health In the sunshine of Meran--the pearl of Tyrol, as one of her lovers calls her. It is for thefee wanderers from less favored lands ihat twice a year tbe story of Anareas nofer is played in the fields beyond the town gate, by the men whose grandfathers fought In grtsa eoraett Qi that very sp(gfc: odds," and among them the * broti figure of the brave innkeeper Is aK ways to *the fore. In the last scene, when he Is led bound before the French generals, hla nigh courage is worthily presented, and in his farewell to his little son and weeping wife a delight of pathos ia reacned which, in its touching slo^ pllclty, outshines the efforts of mora * studied art. One more farewell to his brothers in arms, and "Andi-eas^ still In fetters free," goes to meet an ignoble death with noble steadfast* ness. "Standing, he gave bis soul to his Creator," we are told, and stand* ing, we do honor to his ihemory, while the muffled notes of "Gott erhalte Franz den Kaiser" echo the story o| his devotion. 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