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RICHEST OF ALL TRIBES.
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CO-OPERATIVE LIVING IN ENGLAND.
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BIG FUND OF THE OSAGE INDIANS
IN THE TREASURY.
husband’s safety. It is a record of quiet
heroism which deserves official recog-
nition.—London Graphic.
A pension has recently been granted to
Mrs. Locke, the mother of David R.
Locke, better known as Petroleum V.
Nasby. Mrs. Locke, who is very poor,
received the pension on account of her
husband’s service in the war of 1812.
Without Much Difficulty.
Gazzam—It is so hard to be poor. ?
Maddox—And yet a great many people
accomplish it.—New York Epoch, I
Which. Is the More Cruel?
Women have learned to accept with
meekness, not to say indifference, the
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Mrs. Pryor’s Society.
The Daughters of the American Revo-
lution now number 150, and new names
are coming in daily. The prospects of
the New York city chapter are very
brilliant and ably officered. President
Mrs. Roger A. Pryor is full of plans and
ideas, and means to make it the highest
and best of women’s clubs in the city.
It will be remembered that a couple of
years ago Mrs. Pryor managed by her-
self a Jacksonville benefit that netted
the sufferers $6,000, and is socially and
intellectually equal to the duties and
honors imposed by the Daughters of
the American Revolution.—New’ York
World.
As athletes American women are gain-
ing even transatlantic fame for extraor-
dinary pedestrian feats, polo playing,
cycling, and a few have managed even
football. Nearly all the cycle clubs have
admitted women, and gymnasiums and
special schools for women in boxing and
fencing are increasing. Every fashion-
able school for girls has its physical cult-
ure class, and the future wofiien of so-
ciety are learning how to turn somer-
saults backward as well as to leave a car-
riage with grace and to play the mando-
lin and harp.
Although Mrs. Polk, the widow’ of the
ex-president, is in receipt of a yearly in-
come of nearly $7,000, her home in Nash-
ville was recently advertised to be
sold for $1,000 worth of city taxes.
This home of hers, which by the pro-
visions of her husband’s will reverts to
the state of Tennessee at her death, is
situated in a park of two acres in the
heart of Nashville. The failure to pay
the taxes is supposed to be due to inad-
vertence.
Miss Yerne Tsuda, of Japan, a student
at Bryn-Mawr college, is one of the five
children sent by the Japanese govern-
,• ment for an English education; and she,
with one other companion, were the only
children able to complete the ten years’
absence from their own country. Miss
Tsuda has been appointed teacher of
English in the Princess school, founded
by the empress in Tokio, and will re-
turn to her work in June.
The Heroine of Manipur.
Happily it does not often fall to the lot
of any woman to be called upon to give
proof of courage and devotion such as
that recently shown by Mrs. Grimwood,
W’ife of the late British resident at Man-
ipur.
Mrs. Grimwood had been married only
three years, and it is an open secret that
she did not like being stationed at Man-
ipur. It was isolated from the world,
and there were few interests for her be-
yond exploring the country, which she
seems to have done with exceptional
intelligence, and in attending to her
prettily furnished house,- the wreck of
which she deplored with such womanly
regret. She had arranged to return to
Europe in the course of last month, even
as far as taking, her passage, and as plans
herself, though she received a severe long continued nagging. of press and
wound in her arm. It was when the ~~ 'u 4-1 1 * ~ "
residency was evacuated that her knowl-
edge of the surrounding country proved
of such service. Shoeless, cut and ach-
ing all over, did this brave woman walk
for 120 miles without once removing her
After the Engagement Was Broken.
He—And do you mean to tell me that
you engaged yourself to me for mere
caprice, intending all the while to throw
me over?
She—Not exactly; but I’m writing a
novel, and I’ve got to have an aged lover
in it. I needed a model, and so I—ah—
Shall I send you a copy of the book?-"
Harper’s Bazar.
Miss Emma Steiner, the only woman
operatic conductor in America, has read,
.-composed and executed music of a high
order ever since she was a child. She
travels with operatic companies as con-
ductor, and is now’ engaged in the com-
pletion of two operettas of her own com-
posing. _________
Yvette Guilbert, the reigning concert
hall favorite of Paris, is said to earn $800
an evening, and for a couple of songs in
a drawing room she receives $400. Her
father and mother are concierges, and a
few years ago she was poor and obscure.
Wagnerian Opera in a Paris Parlor.
I referred a year ago to a tour de force
performed in a private house here, the
first act of “Tristan and Isolde” being
then given entire, with scenery and
dresses. The scene was surpassed on
Tuesday night, when at the same house
were given nearly all the second and the
whole of the third act of “Die Walky-
ren.” The part of Brunnhilde was sung
and played by Mme. Heimann with such
a voice and with such intelligence as are
rarely, indeed, to be found on any stage.
If Mme. Heimann had to earn her liv-
ing by singing her impoverishment would
be hailed as a boon by all Wagnerites.
It is, however, ungracious even to sug-
gest such a wish -when this talented lady
works hard for months in order to pro-
mote the knowledge of Wagner in
France. Mme. Heimann was ably sup-
ported by Herr Dome, who sustained the
heavy part of Wotan; by an excellent
tenor who appeared as Siegmund, and
by a number of ladies who personated
Sieglinde and the helmeted Walkyfen.
—Paris Cor. London Telegraph.
The Ticket Seller Surprised Him.
A man whose views on human nature
are a trifle cynical received an agreeable
shock the other evening. In his haste to
catch a train on the elevated road a few
nights before he had forgotten to get his
change from the ticket seller. He had
laid down a dollar bill, called for ten
tickets, .received them, and dashed on to
catch his train. He had traveled some
distance up town before it occurred to
him that he had come away without his
fifty cents. An examination of his pock-
ets made him certain that he had not re-
ceived the money. The man was in a
hurry to get home, however, so did not
go down town again to see if he could
have his mistake rectified. “Anyway,”
he thought, “it serves me right for my
carelessness. The lesson is worth fifty
cents to me.”
Several evenings afterward he was
mounting the steps of the same station
of the elevated road when he recollected
his loss. Going up to the ticket seller,
whose face he did not remember having
seen before, he asked; “Were you here
last Saturday night at 7:20 o’clock?”
The man, a stony stare on his face, re-
plied with another question, “Why?”
“I forgot to get my change then.”
“Oh,” the stare grew stonier, “how
much was it?”
“I laid down a dollar for ten tickets
and didn't get back the fifty cents.”
“Oh, yes, 1 recollect that. Here you
are, sir,” and the ticket seller, smiling,
Shoved out two quarters to the man’s
great surprise. Since that time the cyn-
ic's views have received another bad set-
back, for a conductor on a Broadway
car actually apologized to him for hav-
ing to give him five coppers in change.—
New York Tribune.
The degree of Ph. G. at the Philadel-
phia College of Pharmacy has been
earned by Miss Jean Gordon, of Cincin-
nati. She is one of the six, out of the
class of 184, who attained the grade
“distinguished.” Her average was the
highest ever taken by a woman gradu-
ate of that college.
One Woman’s Pocket.
A Boston paper, commenting on wom-
en’s clothes, says that the women of to-
day need pockets infinitely more than
the ballot. Certainly pockets would add
to the comfort and physical freedom of
women of the present day, but to be an
advantage they must be placed in a posi-
tion where the wearer can reach them
without growing red in the face with
the effort. The other day a lady walked
down Broadway dressed in a tailor made
cloth gown. On the right side of the
skirt, at a convenient distance below the
waist line, was a pocket inserted as a
jacket pocket is inserted, and covered
with a stitched and buttoned lap. The
pocket was deep and broad under the
skirt, and evidently fastened flat on the
under or muslin skirt.
Her hands were free, and as she walked
along she was an object of envy to the
women struggling with purse, cardcase,
umbrella ar# handkerchief. The tailor
made gown was the result of a demand
for a dress light in weight and free from
dust gathering and mud accumulating
draperies, but it has cut itself down
until its tightened skirt will not permit
that necessity to every woman’s happi-
ness and freedom—a get-at-able pocket.
—Christian Union.
Mrs. Proctor, widow of “Barry Corn-
wall,” and mother of Adelaide Anti
Proctor, now eighty-seven years old, is
said to be still a brilliant society wom-
an, and keenly alive to the current top-
ics of the day.
Nelaton was accustomed to read lying
on a narrow board placed between two
chairs. When drowsiness overtook him,
he fell off his voluntary plank bed and
shot. The weapon was secured, the lady awoke to fresh struggles with his task.
Freed from the strife of this world and the
scorn of it.
Sweetly he sleeps in the emerald plain.
Never Ambition, nor Sorrow that’s born of.it—
Scepter or cross—can afflict him again.
All that he lived for was Truth and the fight
for it;
Now all his battles are over and done.
Death gives him slumber, at last, and the night
for it—
Trials all ended and victory won.
They that reviled him may mourn to
him.
Knowing how gentle he was and how brave.
Nothing he’ll reck, where the wind blowing
over him
Ripples the grasses that dream on his grave.
Though to our vision this dust be the last of
him.
Low in the ground and deserted and lone.
Time will avenge all the woe that is past of
him.
Fate will remember and Justice atone.
After the fray and the heartbreaking pain
of it.
Aliened affection and honor betrayed.
Here is the end, and the crown, and the gain
of it—
Cold in the earth where the victor is laid.
Stars will watch over him, silence lament for
him.
Soft woodland whispers re-echo his knell—
Bird note and leaf murmur tenderly blent for
him—
Comrade and brother and friend, fare the
well.
—William Winter in New York Tribune.
She Brought Down the Owl.
A few nights fl^o four ladies found ■
themselves alone at the home of the!
Widow Berry, about four miles from the
city. There was no man on the place,
and they had an interesting experience,
to say the least of it, early in the night.
Shortly after they had retired they
heard the hoot of an owl and the cackle
and squall of the chickens in a tree near
the house. The ladies got up and en-
deavored to frighten the owl away by
knocking on the door of the house and
making various other noises.
But the owl continued to hoot and the
chickens to squall. Finally one of the
ladies, a little braver than her compan-
ions, decided to try the effect of a pistol
A Good Place to Get Ideas.
“Where do you get such odd, stylish
notions?” was asked of a woman the
other day, who contrives to make a
small income produce excellent results
for herself and family in the matter of
clothes. “I’ll tell you,” she answered,
“I study the windows of first class clean-
ers and dyers. In them are hung from
time to time, to display the renovator’s
skill, most beautiful imported garments.
I look closely and profit, and have in
this way many times evolved effects
which have been commented on as you
have just done. It is the valuable gowns
and jackets that are worth the expense
of cleaning, and one tlAis gets a glimpse
of dresses that are worth copying.”—Ex-
change.
He was seedy, but in this sense only, ,
that his was the seediness of hayseed. ‘
There was hayseed in his hair, in his J
whiskers, through which the morning 1
winds moaned, in his eyelashes, on the
top of his head. His eyes had a far away, '
searching-for-hayseed look, his voice (
seemed to have an intonation of it, and
his general appearance was a conglomer- 1
ate demonstration of hayseed as an ex-
tant fact.
As 1 had nothing on earth to do, I sat ‘
on a mound, and while ants crawled up
my trousers leg I listened to him as he
leaned against the rail fence and talked.
His voice seemed to entice to the sur-
rounding atmosphere the mingled odors
of new mown hay and of cows waiting
to be milked.
1 did not listen at first. He might have
been a lark singing in a distant field, and
1 would have understood him as well,
until my attention was attracted when
he smacked ' his lips with intellectual
gratification and self satisfaction and
said, “1 always knowed it.” From that
time on 1 did not permit myself to lose a
word. “He had a tarnal lot of grit as a
lover, had Joe Corker,” he said, “and
wasn’t the man never to give in. He
kep’ a-courtin’ of her from the time she
was a leetle baby gal at school till she
was a old maid of forty-two, and never
lost hope. It was his way because of his
grit. When he started in to do anything
he generally done it, simply for no other
reason than that he was the durndest
feller. So, when he -went to love makin’
he was more desprit than a tiger had
ought to dared to thought of bein’.
“He never give himself an easy job,
either, for it weren’t his way; for the
gal he picked out growed up to be one o’
them tough old birds what’s the more
obstinate the more uglier they are and
bleeves in marriage as a failure. She
were a gal with freckles same size as ten
cent dimes all over her. Well, when a
man undertakes a job of that kind, even
without the grit of Joe as a lover, he
keeps at it out of aggravation—you
would yourself. Your vanity does it,
for you say to yourself, ‘if you can’t
capture a bundle of freckles, what can
you do nohow?’ In the meantime, as she
grows older and gets more obstinater and
uglier you loses your temper and she
loses hers, and neither- of you never git
it back again. So it was with Joe, but
having the grit as a lover, of which I’ve
spoke, mere loss of temper was nothing
to him. Well, he kep’ on and kep’ on
and then he kep’ on.
“One day she told him she’d come to
the conclusion marriage were not a fail-
ure, which give him great joy. Then
he got a setback when he learned that a
two button cutaway chucklehead had
commenced a-sparkin’ of her under the
delusion she was rich and was the cause
of it. It was about that time Joe went
west, taking a letter writer with him, so
he could send back a courtin’ letter took
out of the book from every station they
stopped at.
“Well, after workin’ at different
things, always bein’ as confident that
he’d win as a frog is about its powers to
chirp—if it took him a hundred years
he’d git thar—he located in a cabin on a
swampy tule farm up on four legs above
the highest reach of the water. The tide
was two feet deep over his land twice a
day, so he built roosts all around his
place for his chickens to roost on at high
tide, for he raised chickens and honey
for the city markets, and he rowed
around in a boat to the nests to get the
eggs. In the meantime while doing so
he was always composin’ love letters for -
to write, for he was poetical and done
things by inspiration, and the inspira-
tions always come when he was collectin’
the eggs, especially if the hens had laid
well.
“All around he seen bitterns flying, all
perticklerly fat with nothing apparently
to eat. It was a caution how fat they
seemed to grow and have oily, greasy
countenances, all on nothing, and he
couldn’t make it out till he seen one fly-
ing one day close by, with a neck a yard
and a half long, with a head for all the
world like the head of a sarpent. Then
he watched more of them with heads
like corkscrews, and they seemed also to
have amazin’ long necks and sarpent’s
heads as they flew about in all directions.
At last he see how they et snakes, and
that, as it took about half an hour to
swallow them, they kep’ flyin’ round an’
round while doing it, so’s the motion
would aid digestion.
“One day an idea struck Joe. He seen
besides, bein’ so amazin’ fat they were
about the size of young chickens. So he
killed one one day and chopped its legs
and head off and plucked the feathers,
and saw, for his purposes, it were a
chicken. So, bein’ so, he sent them to
the city to market as chickens, with
their heads off and blue an’ yellow scal-
loped tissue paper where their legs was
cut off, where they gave him a great
So Much Money to Their Credit That the
Government Dare Not Pay It at One
Time—A Millionaire Indian in Kansas.
How tlie Enormous Sum Accumulated.
Speaking of a visit to the Indian Ter-
ritory some years ago Senator Platt said:
“When I was at the trading post of the
Osage Indians I was much amused to see
an Indian buying a barrel of good flour
for himself and a barrel of cheap flour
for the white man who worked for him.”
The Osage Indians can afford to be lux-
urious. They are the wealthiest Indians
in the United States.
It is estimated at the Indian office that
the Osage Indians—men, women and.
children—are worth $15,000 each in what
ought to be as good as cash—i. e., salable
land and the government’s promise to
pay. So great is the interest on the sum
held by the United States to their credit
that the secretary of the interior will not
pay out all of it at one time, and a
gradual increment is adding to the mill-
ions already credited to the tribe on the
books of the government.
The Osages came to their wealth
through the sale of their lands in Kansas
when they were moved to a reservation
in what is now known as Oklahoma ter-
ritory. One Indian abandoned his tribe
and clung to his Kansas land, and it is
said that today, through the appreciation
in the value of that land, he is worth a
million dollars.
He is perhaps the richest Indian in the
world. Nothing is known of him at the
Indian office because, having abandoned,
his tribe, he has ceased to be a subject
of solicitude to the gentlemen in charge
of Indian affairs at the national capital.
The land belonging to the other Indians
was bought by the government and.
thrown open to settlement.
THE INDIANS AND THE GOVERNMENT.
In buying this property the govern-
ment did not make any actual payment
for it. It announced to the Osages that
they had been credited with the amount
of the purchase jponey and that they
would receive interest on that amount.
There was no deposit made to secure
this indebtedness of the government.
There is nothing to represent it in the
treasury department except the record
of the fact that it has been assumed by
the government. This has been the prac-
tice of the government—its exclusive
practice—for many years.
A long time ago the treasury depart-
ment used to purchase southern state
bonds with the purchase price of Indian
lands and hold them in trust for the
Indians. A great many of these southern
state bonds are now in the treasury
vaults, held in trust to secure indebted-
ness to the Indian tribes. But on the
majority of them no interest has been
paid by the states for a long time; in
fact, the bonds in effect have been re-
pudiated.
The government, however, under its
contract with the Indians, is held liable
for the interest which these bonds should,
have drawn. This interest it has as-
sumed. So the purchase of the state
bonds was a losing investment for the
government. Its unhappy experience in
this direction has taught it the wisdom
of securing its debts to the Indian, like
its other obligations, with a promise to
pay.,
In the deposits to the credit of the
Osage Indians there is one item of $8,147,-
515. The annual interest on this is $407,-
376. There are about 1,500 Osages on
the reservation in Oklahoma. The ex-
act number mentioned in the last annual
report of the Indian commissioner is
1,496; but this, of course, varies from
time to time. The members of this
tribe, men, women and children, are
joint sharers in the interest money. As
it is paid to the tribe it is divided equally
among them. It is drawn by the head,
of each family for himself, his wife and
his children.
HOW THE MONEY IS SPENT.
The Indian with a large family draws
a goodly sum each month. Even the
amount to which the single Indians are
entitled is large—for an Indian. It has
been the policy for the secretary of the
interior, acting for the president, who,
under the new law, is the trustee for the
Indians, to pay to the Osage tribe only a
part of the money to which it is entitled.
The amount paid annually was for a
long time $250,000. Two years ago the
payment was increased, at the request
of the Indians, to $300,000 a year.
That is less than 75 per cent, of the
amount due the Indians, and the other
25 per cent, goes toward swelling the
amount with which the tribe is credited
on the treasury books. What will be
done with this slowly increasing capital
and the correspondingly increasing in-
terest on it is a question with which the
government has not yet troubled itself.
Occasionally some of the interest
money which is due to the Osages is ex-
pended for their benefit by the secretary
of the interior, within his discretion.
The Indian office has on hand now plans
for a $30,000 building to be used as a
dormitory and school in connection with
the education of the Osage children.
The council of the tribe requested the
secretary to make this expenditure. The
government looks after the education of
the Osages, and a special fund is set
aside for educational purposes.
The government supplies them with
agricultural implements and a great
many other things which the Indians
could very well afford to buy for them-
selves. They do buy a great many lux-
uries. Very few of them save any of
the money which is paid to them by the
government. The trader at the agency
gets a greater part of it within an hour
after the payment has been distributed.
The Osage tradership is regarded as the
' most valuable in the United States.
! Other traders have more Indians to deal
with, but not so much money.—Wash-
ington Cor. New York Sun.
Flans for an Apartment House That Will
Have All the Comforts of Home.
A well considered and comprehensive
scheme for co-operative housekeeping is
that soon to take tangible form at Chis-
wick, a suburb of London. At this place,
half an hour from the city in time, and
reached by underground railway, two
well and favorably known architects
have secured six acres of land on which
to place the fabric of their very practical
dream.
The buildings erected by them will
surround the four sides of an oblong
quadrangle, and will have a porter’s
lodge at the street end. At the other
end will be a building containing dining
rooms, a kitchen and accommodations
for servants. It will also contain a num-
ber of single rooms for men whose means
or desires only make it possible for them
to have a very modest establishment.
These rooms will be divided into two
parts, the one where the bed stands con-
necting with the servant’s passage, so
that its occupant, if engaged in study,
writing or otherwise busy, need not be
interrupted by the maid who comes to
put the rooms to rights.
The houses that face the quadrangle
range from little ones of two or three
rooms to more spacious dwellings hav-
ing ten or twelve. They vary in height
from two to four stories, and some of
them are arranged in flats, so that some-
thing is provided for many tastes and
many purses. On the exterior the houses
appear to be nearly of the same size.
None of them has a kitchen nor quar-
ters for servants, but servants will be
under the roof of the club house and di-
rected by a matron, who each morning
will send to your door the necessary
number to do the sweeping, dusting,
cleaning, etc.
When other service is required during
the day it is to be had by ringing a bell.
To meet this emergency rooms are set
apart here and there throughout the
building where servants are stationed
ready for action. To prevent the funny
sight that might be presented by the
flitting of so many maids at so many
hours the houses have a little covered
passageway at the back. The club din-
ing room is to be reached by a covered
gallery across the fronts of the houses,
so that wraps and umbrellas will be un-
necessary in inclement weather, and one
may imagine herself stepping from one
room to another of her own house.
A family may order what it will for
dinner, with the certainty that it will
be well cooked and well served, in its
own compartment of the dining room,
by servants who will lay the table ac-
cording to individual preferences.
A number of jprivate rooms well be
arranged for those who wish to give din-
ner parties, while the only extra thought
for the friend or two brought home to
dinner will be to notify the head waiter.
If any profits result from this plan, after
expenses are paid, it is promised that it
shall be divided among the tenants.
Other features of the enterprise are ten-
nis courts, cricket grounds, swimming
baths for both men and women, a gym-
nasium, play rooms for children, a large
entertainment hall and a number of
studios.
To regulate the social side of the proj-
ect, each tenant will have to have his
name presented by one of the supporters
of the plan. It is said the names of
many men and women who are leaders
in artistic, literary and professional Lon-
don are among its supporters. Mr.
Mackmurdo, one of the originators of
the plan, is preparing to put up similar
buildings in London and in a north of
England town.—New York Post.
ventured ont under the tree, and, point-
ing it toward where the chickens were
! still roosting, discharged it up in the
darkness. The “owl” proved to be a
negro man, and the ball from the pistol
struck him on the forehead, making a
’ scalp wound.
The negro, to allay all suspicions while
| up in the tree stealing the chickens, was
very successfully imitating the hoot of
i an owl. The lady who shot the pistol
and brought down the “owl” is Miss
Florence Berry.—Dawson News.
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humanitarian on the subject of wearing
birds’ plumage, but just why the wan-
ton sportsman goes scot free of reproof
womankind would like to know. One
of our city papers announces cheerfully
that a certain citizen “shot a gannet at
Hyannis, which is the finest ever seen on
______ _____________ _ _ this coast, being in absolutely full adult
to the last moment, of hearing of her plumage. It was simply perfect, and a
- ’ - " ■ “ • " gem in the eyes of an ornithologist.”
Tender hearted woman wants to be in-
formed what that “simply perfect” bird
had done to merit execution, and' she
would furthermore like to know why the
average man can never get his eye on a
fine bird but he longs to have a shot at
it. Woman is only illogical, not cruel.
If she had to kill the birds she wears she
would receive an illumination on the
matter that would render further nag-
ging needless. Imagine her killing an
ornithological gem!—Boston Common-
wealth.
stood her husband was to have followed I
| her in the autumn.
I When matters, however, began to be
threatening around Manipur she gave
the first signs of her courage by refusing
to leave the post held by her husband
amid his dangerous surroundings. Her ;
own letters home give the most concise |
summary we have had of the events
which led up to the terrible disaster of
the 24th. Mrs. Grimwood was perfectly
cool, even when the bullets were falling
all around her.
The wounded were brought into the
cellar of the residency, and here she
tended them, dressed their wounds and
provided food •without a thought for
name because of their fatness and the
delicate taste of frogs’ legs which sar-
pents give the meat. In consequence he
growed rich.
“In the meantime, while watchin’ the
bitterns and sarpents, all unconscious
they was doin’ it so he’d grow rich, and
while pluckin’ the feathers off, he was al-
ways busy meditatin’ an’ composin’ love
letters, and he was always beggin’ her
to come out and get married. But his
ideas, however he put them, never
fetched her nohow.
“At last one day, of a Sunday, fie see
he must have a change of ideas, so’s he’d
seem different—same as a man seems dif-
ferent in a different suit of clothes—to
fetch Miss Selverton, the lady, and was
wondering what would change them.
He rowed in his boat to a neighborin’
town, and on the way, though he’d never
drank nothin’ before, he determined he’d
try gin. He’d hearn of a man once made
a fortune by an idea he got by drinkin’
gin, so he got two big black bottles and
rowed home with them, determined to
try it, for Joe was grit. So he done it.
“He opened one bottle, and while he
was drinkin’ it an idea come to him and
he said to himself—for havin’ no neigh-
bors he choose to talk to himself—‘I’ll
open the other in honor of her arrival
when she gets here.’ The idea, which
was special brilliant, had come to him of
its own accord, so he thought it was a
sign of good luck, and put the unopened
bottle aside. He then finished the other,
and while so doin’ he composed and writ
a letter to Miss Selverton what fetched
her with all her baggage. He’d dropped
the letter book style and just spoke plain.
If I don’t disremember he said, ‘I’ve got
the snakes, and I’m the first man that
ever found them payin’ property and
growed rich by it.’
“You see, he jist wrote plain that
away. Then he went on and said: ‘I’ve
got a regular snake trust and the people
never mistrust it, and it’s the kind of
trust what, so far from causing me to
bust, would just make you bust with
laughter if you saw the peculiar way
I’ve growed rich. I had to give other
people snakes before they’d come down
with their cash. If you will come out,
my dear, we will have the snakes to-
gether. ’ He spoke all through just plain,
that away. Then he inclosed a check
for a thousand dollars for her to come
out with.
“Now you’d say she’d never come
after that. Well, that’s just where
you’re off. Bein’ a woman what thought
marriage was a failure, of course she
was as ' full of notions as a river is of
drink, so she seen she had a mission, and
that mission was to save him from the
snakes. It’s the delight of that kind of
woman’s heart to get a husband who oc-
casionally has the snakes, so she can
hold him, up to himself as a shinin’ ex-
ample of evil, and point him out to him-
self as a burnin’ illustration of intemper-
ance.'
“She wrote to him when she started,
and on the day she was to arrive he un-
loaded the other bottle of gin into him-
self. It was one of the luckiest things
he ever took a notion to do and done.
When she arrived she had the pleasure
of seein’ that her theory was correct,
and when a woman has a chance to see
that, she’s as happy as a game cock is
when you put on his spurs for to fight,
and with unbounded pleasure she gave
him a witherin’ look that she thought
would make him shrivel up like a green
leaf in a red hot fire, and after makin’
inquiries with intense politeness about
the snakes, she took him off to church
and married him.
“When after that she found him to be
a total abstainer, with nothing to re-
form, and she came to know which
snakes he meant, she slowly faded away
with disappointment and died of grief.
J oe then went east, and when last heard
from had married a young dudine out
there. That was all, as far as I’ve
^ieard,” he said, and the labors of the
day being thus ended, he departed and
left me alone to those solitary medita-
tions which the ants were now arousing
within me.—Adam Weicker in Washing-
ton Hatchet.
London Society and the Duchess.
Wondering astonishment is being ex-
pressed in the world of fashion at the
sudden and somewhat effusive intimacy
that has lately sprung up between the
two American duchesses—her grace of
Marlborough and the Duchess of Man-
chester. The other day the two beauti-
ful peeresses appeared at the Royal Ar-
tillery races attired in raiment so exact-
ly alike as to suggest the relationship of
twin sisters. Both wore the most capti-
vating black hats of the new style, slight-
ly pointed in shape, and very smart
three-quarter “four-in-hand” coats. They
were inseparable all day long, and it
was only a matter of individual opinion
which of the two was the handsomer.
So far the Duchess of Marlborough
has held but a tentative position in Lon-
don’s great world. She has never had
the entree to that Mecca of delights, the
“prince’s set,” and her career up to date
has been unmarked, except for her pres-
entation at court, which was accom-
plished only by special royal interven-
tion, and has never been followed by
court invitations of any kind, but with
the withdrawal of legal suits against her
in America, and the consequent restora-
tion of her sequestrated income, her
grace intends to make some telling
moves in the exciting game of London
society, and No. 3 Carlton House ter-
race is to be the scene of various brill-
iant events this season.
Under the peculiarly efficient tutelage
and sponsorship of the Duchess of Man-
chester, Marlborough house and Sand-
ringham will no longer be terra incog-
nita to the junior peeress.—London Cor.
Chicago News.
An Actress’ False Neck.
A well known actress of advanced
years, who recently appeared in this
city in a youthful character, used an in-
genious contrivance to make herself pre-
sentable in a low cut dress.
A strong leather belt is clasped about
the waist of the person wearing the ma-
chine, and this forms the basis for strips
of papiei’ mache which go to make a
bust, neck and back of generous propor-
tions. The outside covering of this
counterfeit consists of the heaviest kind
of flesh colored silk, lined with the soft-
est kind of kid leather. This combina-
tion makes a remarkably lifelike skin.
However, the height of the deceptive
art is rnached in the ingenious arrange-
ment which makes the breast rise and
fall to correspond to the breathing and
the emotions of the wearer. Directly
beneath the outside cover of silk and
leather is a thin air cushion stretched to
the proper shape by means of wire.
Broad but very flexible springs rest
against the wearer’s bosom and are con-
nected to the air cushion.
The slightest heaving of the bosom is
communicated by these springs to the
air cushion, and as a result the move-
ment is natural enough to deceive even
the most expert. The silk covering is
made gradually thinner near the top,
and ends pretty well up on the neck,
which it closely clasps. A necklace of
diamonds covers the arrangement at
this point and makes the deception com-
plete.—Philadelphia Record.
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