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••••&&•§% 1 •> :.^^r Marquette Hakes Up His Mind By M. 1. Plumps T &y": {Copyright, 181l» bj A«aoclatrU Library Press) "What's tka aattar, Frank--Been * ghost?" ' Prank Marquette did not respond Joyously as on the ordinary occasions when he met Arlane Tower. His boy­ ish face, marred more by indecision than weiksssj, was pale: his eyes Shone strangely. He glanced over his shoulder to­ ward the wilderness behind them, which was darkening with the com­ ing of night. "I have killed a man!" he said breathlessly. . ."Prank!" cried the glrL "What do you mean?" "Back there--" he pointed to the southeast. "There was a flash of gray and white. It looked like the flicker of a deer's tail. Before I thought I fired and a man yelled-- once." The girl shuddered. "Who was it?" "I--I don't know. I didn't stop. His cry, you know--" "Prank!" Her voice vibrated with anger and contempt. "Do you mean to say you ran away and left him to die there--alone?" "But, Arlene, what would people say if they knew I shot at a deer out of season? And if he's--dead, it's manslaughter--" She stamped her foot in the snow. "You coward! Where was it?" "Back by the tall pine. I'll go with you--r" He wavered miserably. "No, I don't want you. Yesterday jron asked me to marry you. I didn't know what to say, but I do now. My answer is no." "Arlene!" he Implored, piteously. "I can't marry a coward, Frank," she replied sadly. "Now, you had better go. I hear^dad coming. We'll take care of this man--if he's alive. If he isn't IH tell dad. We'll think what'to do." She pushed him into the scrub be­ tide the narrow path, and he was at once hidden from view, torn with doubts as to what part to play in this ntier drama. Aplene's father, a tall, gaunt, silent sman, returning from a day's ey along his trap line, dropped bundle of skins by the cabin door pushed open and Frank Marquette entered. All the indecision had van­ ished and a new steadfastness of pur­ pose gave him strength and dignity. He started with uncontrollable relief at sight of the bandaged lumberjack, and addressed his remarks to that placid individual. "Hart," he said, quietly. *Tm the man that shot you. I saw something gray and white, and thought it was a deer." "You're a pretty good shot," grinned the lumberjack. His anger had evaporated. "You just burned my Bcalp a little." The young man, keyed up to bear reproaches. and perhaps bodily violenoe, was amazed at this good- natured reception of his confession. But he did not swerve from his pur­ pose. "Come on to town," he commanded. "That wound shall be cared for. And I want to give myself up." "My head's all right," returned Hart. "Joe, here, fixed me up. What do you want to give yourself up for?*' "It's out of season. I thought I shot a deer." Hart rubbed his rough chin In such patent bewilderment that Tower came to his rescue. "You didn't kill any deer, Frank," he suggested. "Why, no!" cried the lumberjack. "You didn't even kill me!" "But I wounded you," persisted Frank. "Well," nodded the lumberjack, wisely, "keep still about it and the sheriff won't find it out. We wont -teH, bey?" and he appealed to the trapper and his family. "I done wrong and I ought to'be punished," persisted the young man, stubbornly. "I want you to come back to town with me and see the sheriff--" "Not me," Interrupted Hart, piously. "I don't want no truck with that sheriff, Frank. But if you feel obliged to me, come out to Dobson's after my head heals up. Til wrestle you for a month's wages!" No martyrs spirit could stand against the lumberjack's whimsical good nature, and they all laughed. In the little pause that followed, Arlene stepped forward. Her cheeks were flushed and there was a soft light in her eyes. She ~ had just real­ ized the depth of moral courage which Marquette had displayed. "I want to take hack what I said out there. Prank," she murmured. "You aren't a coward; it takes pluck to come here and say what you did." The youth caught her hands. "Do you take back all you said?" he asked. Her eyes gave him the answer. "You do owe me something for this crease, Frank," suggested the lumber­ jack, with a wink at Joe Tower. "What's that?" "An Invite to your weddln'!" Phil Cartwrighl's 1 1 Pretense 1 | By A. Maria Crawford | and followed her without question. A hurried ten-minute walk brought them to the tall pine. They found Marquette's victim lying In the snow and struggling back to consciousness. -His face was bloody and his scalp torn, but the bullet had merely creased his skull without frac­ turing it. Evidently he was a lum­ berjack on his way to Dobson's camp five miles ,distant. He was 'a - typical high-booted "husky," scarred by many a bar­ room fight. He wore a gray "Mack­ inaw" the color of a deer's coat, and ,the flash of white which had de­ ceived Marquette was a newspaper in* Which a lunch of bread and fried bacon had been wrapped. "No, fair, Darby," he mumbled, get- Ing painfully to a sitting position. "You hit me with a peavy, you little beast!" "Bteady," cautioned Joe Tower. "Dont try to get up yet." He peered closer. "Why, it's Roaring Bill Hart" The lumberjack grinned uncertainly. "Roaring Bill It is," he agreed. "Say, was I flghtin* or did a tree fall on me?" "You was creased," replied the woodsman; "sqme one took you for a deer." •Who was he, hey?. Who was the Jackdaw? Show'm to me- in kick the ribs off him! Who was it, Joe?" "I don't know," returned Tower, shortly. He glanced at hiB daughter, but she shook her head. "Well, I'll find out, Lemme up; I'm all right. Why, tha low-down--" His manner changed abruptly ato he . ^aw Arlene for the first time in*1 the background. "Excuse me, ma'am!" <he blurted out. **C6me on over to my place, Bill," urged Tower. "It ain't far. We'll patch you up and git a bite o' supper." He assisted the lumberjack to his feet and steadied him until the whirlpool In Hart's brain settled. After the evening meal, which the roaring'one ate with his head Incased In a bandage, the men smoked a pipe together. Bill stole occasional awed glances at Arleue as she went about her household duties. Mrs. Tower knitted placidly by the fireplace. Arlene wanted to go away and cry, |iut with the stoicism of the frontier, she gave no evidence of her emotion. She loved Frank Marquette, despite his apparent cowardice and feeble­ ness of character. Beneath the sur­ face she felt his Innate, .honesty, sim­ plicity and kindness. But the frontier has no place for cowirtlce. Her love was submerged with contempt. The lumberjack was stirring re- laetantly to leave when the door was Old War Junks In China. In spite of the Introduction of mod* era ideas of watfare into China there are still several hundred wooden "war junks" on the "active list," most of them being owned, manned and armed by the higher order of mandarins, whose pennants are flown from the maBthead on special occasions. These junks are from thirty to eighty feet long, eight to thirty feet beam and carry from four to twelve muzzle loading guns, many of which are made of wood, in some cases tound with hoop iron. Each junk has from two to five masts of different slzef and stepped in various directions --one to port, one sloping for'ard, one aft, one to starboard and the other vertical. They have very high poops, the sterns being decorated with curious colored paintings, and plankings ex­ tend forward and upward in a curved manner on each side of the bows. The plankings are painted red and are fur-* nished with two painted eyes, one each sid£--evidently to guide the ves­ sel to a safe anchorage. The junks carry large crews, who are very skilled In maneuvering the craft in all sorts of Weather--Wide World. (Copyright, 1011, by AiioeWrt Uterftrjr Presa) "Phil Cartwright, of all people, at a pink tea!" Dolly French, a vision In filmy chiffon and laces, smiled while she poured the fragrant coffee. "Tou had better go into the pantry where Dick is entertaining his college friends," she advised. "You'll need bracer--something stronger than cof­ fee--before this affair is over." "Where will I find the chicken sandwiches?" asked Phil pleasantly. "I don't care for the uncertain fill­ ing one sometimes finds spoiling good bread." "In that sliver basket on the left Bide of the buffet. Isn't Anne charm­ ing in white? She'll make a lovely | bride," said Dolly daringly. She was i wondering whether or not Phil felt as cool as he looked over the whispered news that before the afternoon tea was far advanced, Anne's engagement Would be announced to Lord Brandon, who had been ah attractive visitor in the States for several months. • "Aune is always lovely," Phil an­ swered turning his head for a eecond where ha could see the woman he loved standing beside her mother re­ ceiving their guests in the drh wing room. "More coffee?" queried Dolly when Phil had supplied his plate at the buf fet and strolled back to the table for » few minutes' chat with her. "More," said'Phil setting his cup lown. "And one lump of sugar." "How can you eat and drink when every minute is taking Anne beyond your reach? I have always wanted you two to marry. You seem iqade for each other." ~ "I wish Anne thought that." "You don't know what she thinks, ril wager that you have never asked her." "Can't you pass your job of pour­ ing coffee up to somebody else and talk to me?" They went directly to the big stone bench beside the fountain In the con­ servatory. "Why," demanded Dolly, "don't you propose to Anne?" "Because she would turn me down, and you know it. Anne's mother is am­ bitious for her. "She wants a titled son-in-law." "And Anne?" "Will do whatever her mother die* tates." "I think that you are unjust to both of them. Why dont you ask Anne to Anniversary of the Handkerchief. A curious anniversary which fell on the second of January has passed un­ observed. It Is the anniversary of the introduction of the pocket hand­ kerchief in the form we know it In early time and well up to the period of the French revolution the handker­ chief was of various shapes, each country having its owp style. One day at the Trianon Marie An­ toinette remarked that it would be an improvement if handkerchiefs were made square. Louis XVI. adopted the suggestion and on January 8. 1785, Issued the following decree: "The length of handkerchiefs manu­ factured in this kingdom shall hence­ forth be equal to the breadth." The revolutionists disturbed everything that savored of royalty, yet they did not interfere with this decree.--Lon­ don Globe. Great daring and ingenuity wore re­ cently displayed by a youth in making his escape from the Borstal Institu­ tion at Peltham, Wiltshire, England, where he had been placed on a charge of burglary. Wearing only a night­ shirt, he squeezed between the^bars of the dopnltory window, which were only 10 ijfiches apart; lowered himself to the ground 30 feet below by knotted blankets and a sheet, and scaled a high wall topped with barbed wire. He kept to the fields and twice saw the warders scouring the roads on bi­ cycles. Breaking Into a farmhouse, by forcing the Iron bars of the kitchen window, he stole food and clothing. He eluded the warders but was caught by the police a mile from the farm. springtime, freighted with the sweet­ ness of ,early flowers blew in and a nightingale, startled by the shaft of light from the open window, broke in­ to a melody of song. Warm life was waking in the earth and in the breast of every creature stirred the world-old mystery of mating. "Anne," Phil said quietly, "I am In love with a woman who dods not care for me. What must I do about it?" One of Anne's hands moved restless­ ly over the diamond pin that held the spray of valley lilies on her breast. "I --I don't know," she said. "I wouldn't like to tliiuk that anybody had spoiled your life yet we are responsible, each of us, only for our own personal hap­ piness." "Oh, no," interrupted Phil quickly. "I cannot make my happiness, only the woman i love can give it to me." Anne deliberated. "Perhaps you are right," she said. "Much of the re­ sponsibility of the world seems to rest on the women." "That is natural. They are more able than men." "The thought is enough to nupe us try to live on a very high plane." What do you know about Dolly Carter?" asked Phil slowly. "I ac­ knowledge the fact that she Is a very charming woman in advance," "I know that she is a true, sincere friend," answered Anne readily, "and I also claim that she is exoepti6na!ly beautiful." Anne was not numbered among the foolish ones of earth who attempt to underestimate the charms of other women. "She was great today in that pink something, wasn't she?" Phil, remem­ bering. Anne's flushed face when he had inquired about Dolly determined to take a chance and act on the ad­ vice of his late counselor. The color fled from Anne's cheeks and her voice seemed to her to come with an effort. "I never saw her as bright and an­ imated. She must be very happy. Don't give up, Phil. Perhaps she will change her mind and--and* love you In re­ turn." Phil had never known Anne to hesi­ tate and . his heart gave a bound at the wild hope that she was jealous of Dolly. "And you, Anne?" He could not keep the eagerness out of his voioe. "When are you going to marry Lord Brandon ?" "I," said Anne rising, "expect never to marry." "Anne," cried Phil facing her, "Anne, I love you. You'll have to know it, you must know it now. I have known that your mother favored Lord Brandon, and my pride kept me quiet, but 111 have to take my chance. I love you, Ann. I want you. Is it enough?" "But what--what about Dolly?" questioned Anne breathlessly. "She will dance at our wedding," said Phil, his a,rms about her. "She knows and begged me to take my chance." "Listen," Anne whispered, "the birds are kindred splits tonight." , Outside in answer to the .nightin­ gale's mad wooing, came the tender, thrilling musio of his mate, flooding the lilac scented fragrance of the dark. The Way of The Wind By Martbs McCatteck-MHaaa T X ~Why don'tjouajM Awt9 iommrrjr/ouf* Character Is Power. Character is like stock in trade; the more of.it a man possesses, the great­ er his facilities for making addition to it. Character is power--is funds; draws patronage and support; and opens a sure and easy influence; it makes friends; creates way to wealth, honor, and happiness.--J. Hawes. Unworthy Attributes. Spite, retaliation, and revenge are 6o utterly ignoble, and so small and foolish, as to be altogether unworthy of being noticed or harbored. No one ?ho fosters buch conditions in his heart can lift himself above the folly and suffering, and guide his life aright --James Allen. marry you? A refusal would better than uncertainty." You don't understand. I don't want any woman to refuse, me for another man." "Phil, much pride goeth before a fall. Assert yourself! Be a cave man and take Anne! That's the way most women are won." "How?" 4 Dolly thought seriously.- "Make her jealous, Phil! You've always shown your preference for her. Pretend to care for somebody else." "What about Anne's, pride?" ' "A woman forgets she has any pride when she thinks she is losing the man she loves." "But Anne has never shown thfit she cares for me any more than for the dozen men who hang about her." "Hasn't she?* "Well, has she?" "Find out," said Dolly meaningly. "Come, I must be going. You are due to remain to dinner here, I believe. Anne told me she had asked you." As they passed into the large hall, there was a flutter of excitement and people were leaving rapidly. "Dolly, Anne fainted a little while ago," Celeste Miller explained. "I be­ lieve that she did purposely to pre­ vent her mother from announcing bet engagement to Lord Brandon." "I'll go upstfdrs and see about her, Phil. Wait in Anne's little sitting room." It might have been five minutes, it might have been an hour for Phil was thinking over Dolly's suggestion and had no thought of time when he heard Anne's voice. "Dolly told me I would find you here." "Are you better? I am sorry you are not well." Phil pulled a great chrflr to the fire and slipped a pillow behind Anne's head. "You are very kind," said Anne gratefully, "and thoughtful." "It is a privilege to do anything for your comfort." Then he remembered Dolly's advice. "Where is Dolly? Did Bhe go home?" "Yes. Perhaps you bad better tele­ phone and ask her to go to the opera With you tonight 1 am not nq^ual to It--now." Phil noticed a little flush creep Into Anne's white face as she talked and" he wondered what Dolly had said. "I prefer to remain with you if jron •re able to put up with me." "Of course 1 am. Open' a window, Phil! Mother's lilac bushes are al­ ready in bloom." The soft balmy breath southern Would Make Sure of Death. Elaborate precautions against pre* mature Interment were ordered in the will of Mr. Thomas Douglas Murray, of Iver-place, Iver, Buckinghamshire, England, who died recently. The tes­ tator directed that on his apparent death his body should be kept in a well-warmed bed for 86 hours there­ after, and should then be placed in a coffin in a warm room with the win­ dows partially opened, and watched for four days and nights. During this period the tests give in a pamphlet, "The SignB and Proof of Death," should be applied and during this per­ iod a bell sliould be attached to his wrist, which should be easily audible within and without the room. When decomposition had set in a surgeon should completely sever the spinal cord high up in his body, and his cof­ fin should not be screwed down until the twelfth day after his death. His remains were then to be cremated, the ashes to be scattered to ,the four winds of heaven. (Copyright, 1811, bjr Associated Literary Ihrwi) The wind was the occasion--the cause lay much deeper. A tricksy south wind, fitful and flawy, now zephyr-soft, now blowing in mad swirls; you simply could not count on what It might or might not do, espe­ cially to hats perched perilously upon newly brushGd soft puffs. Mildred had put on her undulant crown, manifestly false, but very be­ coming, with more than maiden pride Anne, her elder sister, a distressingly truthful person, had watched her be­ tween criticism and admiration, and had ended by saying: "You'd better wait for Harriet. Sure as you walk, if the middle path Is so sheltered, you'll get to Elba a, tag-rag." Mildred had shaken her head, smil­ ing an uneasy smile. She had planned to go in" the gray auto with Harriet, her best chum. That was before Har­ riet had risen to height^ of patroniz­ ing condescension--rooted apparently in Mildred's need of the favors done her. No girl of spirit could endure that --not even though she knew the real root of the matter wore trousers and answered to the name of Ellis Benson. He was fairly rich, morej than fairly good looking, of an adventurous tem­ per that had sent him around the world, ostensibly on business, but more for the sake of seeing sights and wonders. He had been wandering three full years, which in their pass­ ing had transformed Harriet and Mil­ dred, the pig-tailed pair he bad loved to pet and tease, into full-fledged young women. He had brought them strings of beads--turquoise for fair Mildred, coral for dark Harriet--and had not dreamed of anything but clasping the strangs about youthful throats, and taking kisses In reward. When he had actually made t^e gifts, presenting them stiffly, albeit his eyes twinkled, he had laughed inwardly-- perhaps at his own former folly. He liked them If they had grown up--and very nearly equally. But since Harriet had so much, Milly so little, 5 Perez Galdos. Ifitcrrary Spain has already started an^agltatlon to demand the next Nobel prise for Perez Galdos. His name is not very well known In this country, but he suddenly acquired a European celebrity some years ago by producing an anti-clerical drama entitled "Elec- tra" at a critical moment in. the anti­ clerical campaign. The Liberal press then hailed it as a program for their party, while the bishops forbade the faithful to go to see it. Its sale in book form was the ^unprecedented one for Spain of 20,000 copies. Galdos, however, is novelist as well as dramjatlst, the author of a popular series of historical romances --"Episodlos Nacionales" -- covering the whole field of Spanish' affairs from the battle ofTrafalgar down to the Spanish marriages of 1846 and including both the Peninsular and the Carllst wars. Valuable Pine-Needle Oil. As a result of the recent research work on the plnee of Tasmania and Australia, a pine-needle oil that has a medical value has been dieccfcrered. Another result is, perhapk, more im­ portant. From the bark of 'the pine tree is obtained an exudation called sandarach, which is useful for var­ nishes. From the pine bark the mu- seutn experts have extracted 14 to 40 per cent, of tannin against the eight per cent, obtained In England from oak bark, and they have demonstrated that the wood of the Australian ma- rarie, plum, mountain ash, and giant gum is suitable for the manufacture of golf clubs. trade," A Sllflht Modification. "Competition is the life of said the business man. "Of course it is," replied Mr. Do* tin Stax. "Only we want to get trade so regulated that folks will be com­ peting for a chance to buy Instead ot a chance to sell." An Exception., "That theatrical star declares she will have nothing to do with anything so gross as business details." "Humph! I notice fke excepts the gross receipts." Almostjvrmnchixf off her faffr he was rather inclined to do more for her. His kindly preference had set Harriet wild. All along she had had .tier mind set on marrying Ellis Ben­ son. She was tired of the rich and tranquil countryside. She wanted a husband who would take her out into the thick of things. Further, as an only child and heiress, she had grown up rather spoiled, to think that the best of everything was her due. Mll: dred's charm for her had lain in a cerr tain loving generosity, which made her not merely willing but eager to give Harriet, in everything, the first place. Benson had come home in midsum­ mer. In Eleitember he had gone away for a while. Now in late October his aunt, Mrs. Lane, mistress of Elba, the show place of the neighborhood, was giving a ganften party, which she call­ ed her chrysanthemum show, Ellis was coming back for it--so much everybody knew. Therefore Harriet had ordered >three new frocks for it, partly because she could not make up her mind as to one, partly also i>y way of triumphing over Mil­ dred, who could do no more than make over her grandmamma*!! pink brocade. Time had softened ft and, thanks to hobble skirts, the pattern was ample. When at last the frock was finished, touched here an-J there with cobweb yellow lace, an# won­ derfully fitted to Mildred's lissome slimness, it had truly an air of Paris, atl the more that she had put ifato it the veriest glints of blue, nxactly matching her string of turquoises. There was Juvt a hint of the same blue amid the fluffy feathers Of her wide-brimmed white hat Altogether, yhen at last she was ready fo go, Xnne was not far wrong In Baying, with a regretful sigh: "It's a shame to let you waste your­ self--looking as you do--but you al­ ways were too hard-headed for any­ thing." The middle path, the short cut to Etba, ran squarely into the main drive as it curved in from the highway. The path led over a stile in hedgo, cun­ ningly hidden by tall shrubs. Mildred had got safely over this stile, and was settling herself to walk the rest of the path serenely, when the wind flew at her, almost wrenching off her hat, and wrapping her long coat so closely about her she could barely move. There was nothing for it but to go forward, head on, seeing no more of the way than the next Step. Thus, when the path ended in the main road; she ran plump into Ellis Benson--who had also come afoot--to his own amazement. He was thinking hard--Mildred bumped against him be­ fore he was fairly aware of her pres­ ence. " He caught her gently in his arms, saying with a laugh: "Has the sky fallen that I aa eatch- Ing a lark?" "Why! I--It's the wind--and this-- rubblsh-y bat," Mildred panted, putting both hands up to straighten the brim ot her headpiece. J •lis surveyed H critically., "ft !•-- not exactly a walking hat," he said. "Now--why didn't you wait, for your fairy godmother's coash-and-sixty horse power? A car, making its own wind, can beat this small disturbance hands down.' "Fairy godmothers went out with Santa Claus," Mildred said, Mushing faintly, but trying to ignore the under- meaning of his words. He shook his head at her. "A skeptic," he said sorrowfully. "What am I going to do about It? I want her to believe--oh, a great many things." "What Bort of things?" Mildred asked, still clutching her hat "But wait and ieii me after I have found shelter,' she added, making to walk on. The wind blew harder than ever. In her swathing skirt, she could barely mince, and even mincing she tottered. Benson. steadied her, made himself a shield, and ran on: "One Is--'the reason I went away. Did you really believe*- it was busi­ ness?" "I didn't know," Mildred said sim­ ply--but her heart was beating fast Benson looked down at her with a kindly quizzical smile: "It was--the greatest of all business,' he said. "An effort to--know my own heart." "Indeed!" Mildred vouchsafed, draw­ ing a little aWay, In fear he might overhear the riot of her blood. He nodded. "I need a wife," he said, dispassionately. "I knew it--~the minute 1 saw you--and Harriet. Both of you seemed exactly made for me-- yet, society Is so narrow., I hhd to choose--" "You were sure of ua, I suppose!" Mildred Interrupted. He shook his head. "I was sure of--nothftg," he said. "Not all the time i was gone--I came back as un­ certain." Here the wind took a stronget hand --blew and blew until perforce he drew Mildred well within his arms. The blast drowned the purring of a motor moving so laggardly one knew it must very soon stop dead. Stop it did, just level with the pair; a voice from within said, with an underacid note: "Congratulations--if they are in or­ der." "'They are," Benson said, gravely. "At least I hope so," lifting Mildred's hand to his lips. In her ear he added: "Darling, the wind chose for me. The tainute it flung you in my arms--I knew." Probably Hs Had To. "A real smart lawyer can do almost anything," said Aid. Max Grass, In re­ lating a certain court action. "It re­ minds me of a story. "Some years ago, a man was arrest­ ed, charged with stealing a watch and chain. He engaged as his lawyer one of the best men in the city on criminal law. "The man was brought to trial. Testimony was given by both sides. All material testimony by the prosecu­ tion w£s broken down by the attorney for the defense. When the trial end­ ed, all that the prosecution had estab­ lished was the fact that the watch and chain were missing. " 'You are discharged}? laid the court to the prisoner." ' "The prisoner stood irresolute. "'Do you understand?' asked the court 'You are discharged.' "Still the prisoner stood mute. " 'You are discharged,' again said the court, 'Is there anything else that you want.' " 'Yes, judge,' answered the man. 1 would like to know whether or not I have to return the watch and chain?*" --Milwaukee Free Press, a ; _ Handbills From the 8ky. An amusing Incident arising out of M. Lepine's interdiction against throw­ ing handbills on the streets has hap­ pened in Paris. The victim of one of the first prosecutions was the avia­ tion pilot Vedrlnes. Toward 4 o'clock in the afternoon the people in the Tuil- erles Gardens and on the (lace de la Concorde ^s&w a monoplane circling above the' Chamber of Deputies on the other side of the river. Those who were nearer the Cham­ ber saw a few minutes later that the pilot was distributing a few hundred little handbills from his eyrie. A watchful policeman took note of this and after discovering that the pilot was Vedrlnes initiated a prosecution. The handbills contained the words "Let France have the aeroplanes she needs." This was Vedrlnes' method of encouraging the campaign in favor of devoting £4,000,000 this year to­ ward supplying the army with aero­ planes.--Ijp*.don Evening Standard. Good Work of Engineers. The BytAs of Montmartre, Paris, the "sacred" Mount of Martyrs, "the pimple of the world," has been pierced by engineers working for the Nord- Sud railway. Two and a half years have been occupied in the operation. The pleasant fact, connected with the tunneling, that will put the famous Place Pigalle in direct communication with the Place Constantin Pecquur-- an important link in the chain of un­ derground Paris--is the absence of all accidents. And yet this Mount of Martyrs, upon which is perched the great Church of Sacre Coeur, is dan­ gerous soil to work in. Trifle Disconcerting. Mr. Newlyrlch (who has at last maneuvered his ruby ring under the eyes of the great foreign banker)-- Ah, Baron, 1 see you've at last no­ ticed my beautiful rubles! The Baron (sadly)--Ach, yes! Dey make me think of home--I haf a man- telpieth of <lem dere.--Bystander. *Sl5onv»r«ational Strategy. ^observe that you never contra­ dict any theory that Mr. Heftybrane advances." "Yes," replied Miss Cayenne; "he's likely to get through talking much sooner if you don't break in and sug­ gest new topics." 555£.T Where He Bdrns It. Mrs. Hoyle--I understand your hu»- band has money to bum. Mrs. Doyle--Yes; and I Ctt ,llKW you the crematory. liTYaXes Two, Ete. Singleton--Do you think Hht can live as cheap vm one? Wedmore^Y hut not aa pwo* ably. WHALE WAS A FIGHTER "^7 . . J . . ' ' I^TED HEAVY PENALTY JM* f, DEATH OF HER CALF. 1 ^ '.'A* ' ,f..SA '•wMHfMManvMMa i Hunters Paid Dearly for Blunder Man Who Wielded Harpoon *1 Jlifttazlng Vlndlctivenesa Shewn '5,by Ocean Monster. ::2 •'% j The gray whale, a huge mammjli that inhabits the North Pacific ocean, and is most often found along tlaa American coast, particularly in the Gulf of California, makes so vigorous , a fight when attacked and is So terri­ ble an adversary that it Is known among Bailors as the devll-flsh. These huge sea mammals arp some ­ times a source of much danger 18} peaceful passing boats, having the same effect as a cow on a railroad track. A vessel bowling along at full speed; hitting one of these immense bodies a broadside blow Is visibly dis- ' turbed, and if the ship is small an6 weak there is often a wreck. " It has always been a standing order among the whalers that a calf should never be Injured when the mother Is near. Neglect of this order was once the cause of a catastrophe. A fleet of- thirteen American whaleshlps waa v off the coast of Lower California, and fifty-two boat3, four from each ship, . were out. Iu some way, in striking a large cow whale, a harpoon U*ns*» - fixed her calf, which was at her side, and killed it Instantly. The mother quickly satisfied her­ self that the calf was dead, and th^hi ; turned upon her aggressors like a veritable demon of destruction. While carefully avoiding the . ex­ posure of her body to attack, she spread devastation among the flotilla. When she arose to the surface it waa but for a second, to emit an. expira­ tion like the hiss of a lifting safety- valve, and at the same Instant to destroy a boat or complete the de­ struction of one already hopelessly damaged. Every blow was dealt with accuracy and an appearance of pre­ meditation. The speed of the monster was so great that she appeared al­ most simultaneously at widely separ- | ated points. Not content with deal­ ing one tremendous blow at a boat,., and reducing it to a bundle of I0099 boards, she attacked the wrsckaga again and again. Utter demoralization seized even - the veterans. The distance to th# shore was great, and the huge whale, so far from spending her fury, seemed only to grow more desperately, in earnest as the work of destruction went on. At last two boats succeeded in reaching the beach. The crews had hardly leaped overboard to run their craft up when close behind them in the shallow water appeared their relentless enemy. She was just ^ too late. f Out of the flfty-two boats only twgbfy escaped undamaged. More than fifty men were badly injured, and six, one : of whom was the unfortunate origi- nator of the mischief, were killed: outright. • ;Y; 1 ; •%: / • * si W 1 ' A ?•& Fooled the Hotel 8hark. \ Joe Garretson, editor of the Cincin­ nati Times-Star, Charlie Taft's paper, was in Washington recently adding his voice to the howl that is going up over the prices it is alleged the B^h - timore hotels are going to charge dur­ ing the Democratic national conveor tion. "Mebbe some of the wise ones wtfr^ work the merry little scheme I resort­ ed to in St. Louis at the ^st national convention there," said Garretson. **I walked up to one of the hotels, asked for a room without bath, and was quot­ ed a rate of $21 for the night. Just for the one night, you, understand--$91 for the privilege of sleeping in one small room for, let us say, eight hours. Then I* happened to think of a Turkish bath sign I'd seen down the street. I went down there, had a good rub and went to sleep peacefully on a com-, fortable cot without leaving any call. In the morning I paid a dollar for my bath, gave the man a quarter tip, and went on my way rejoicing, beinj Just $19.75 to the good." ^ Moon's Weather Is Variable. "With the temperature ranging frogs the boiling point to a frigidity of 200 degrees below zero the same day, the climate of the moon Is too uncertain for any human being, no matter how many changes of clothing he has." This was the remark of Prof. F. R. Moulton, assistant instructor In an* tronomy at the University of Chicago^ In an address at the Chicago Hebrew institute. "Nothing lives on the moon," he ssld. "Any animal would be frozen to death in one hour and scorched to death in another.. A day on the moqpt is twenty-eight and one-half of ojpr': normal days. "It is believed by superstitious peo> pie that the moon has an effect upon the weather, the seasons and the crops. The earth Is virtually inde­ pendent of the moon. The satellite furnishes light at night but no heat worth mentioning, and has nothing to do with storms and changes of tern? perature." ,v -"i-*,.-'- Reminder of Peter the Grtife Here was the place where Peter tbeN Great made his arsenal, and here at* now located the soldiers' barracks and the parade ground. Not far away, near a sort of market square, Is the plaOe Where the great czar lodged In 17t£ before taking quarters in the citadel. It is simply a vaulted hovel of mud «lr cement, entered by a small door, and > now Burrounded by an open portico that has across the front columns con* nected by a green painted railing, and With two wooden fences in the reafc A painted sign over the entrance, noW nearly illegible, records the fact that Peter stayed there, and two antlqufe cannon, which have long outlived the time whdn thehy were of use, still guard either side.--From CoastantiiMK pie to Persia, by 4. V. W. ,Jack«s*. Proof Positive. " , - "Pure!on me. professor, but Hlght your daughter accepted my pro­ posal of marriage. I have called this, mcrntng to ask you If there Is any IB* sanity in your family?" _... "Tbtte • must. be."--Judge.: •* ;,v':