The Plano Star-Courier. (Plano, Tex.), Vol. 25, No. 2, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 5, 1913 Page: 3 of 8
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SYNOPSIS.
Comtasse Elise, daughter of the govern-
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coast of
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leant boy was the son of Seigneur De-
hor of the Mount, has chance encounter
with u peasant boy. The "Mount." a small
ound 1st
irth west
the time or
eminent stronghold. Develops that
peasant boy. The "Mount.” a s
id. stood In vast ba
•oast
during the time of Douls XVI was a go'
rock-bound island, stood In vast bay on
the northwestern coast of France, find
of Douls
CHAPTER II.—(Continued.)
Here, too, Sanchez, the Seigneur’s
old servant, returning months later
from long wanderings to the vicinity
of the Mount—for no especial reason,
save the desire once more to see the
place—had iound him. And at the
sight the man frowned.
In the later days, the Seigneur
Desaurac had become somewhat un-
mindful. If not forgetful, of his own
flesh and blood. It may be that the
absorbing character of the large and
-chivalrous motives that animated him
left little disposition or leisure for
private concerns; at any rate, he
seacj.ed seldom to have thought, much
less spoken of, that "hostage of for
tune” he had left behind; an absent-
mindedness that In no wise surprised
the servant—which, indeed, met the
mans full, unspoken approval! The
Seigneur, his master, was a noble-
man of untarnished ancestry, to he
followed and served; the son-—
Sanchez had never forgiven the
mother her low-born extraction. Me
was, himself, a peasant!
CHAPTER III.
A Sudden Resolution.
After bis chance encounter with
my lady, the governor’s daughter, and
Beppo, her attendant, the boy walked
quicklj from the Mount to the forest.
His eyes were still bright; bis cheeks
yet burned, but occasionally the
shadow ot a smile played about his
mouth, and he threw up his head
fiercely. At the verge of the wood
he looked back, stood for a moment
with the reflection of light on his face
then plunged into the shadows of the
rsylvafl labyrinth. Near the east door
of the castle, which presently he
reached, be stopped for an armful of
Jfaggotjp, and, bending under his load,
passed. through an entrance, seared
and batty-rcil, across a great rootless
spaco,*f*(li up a flight of steps to a
room thaCTk d once been the kitchen
of the vast establishment. As he en-
tered, a man, thin, wizened, though
active looking, turner! around.
"So you’ve get back?” fie said in
a grumbling tone.
“Yesp” answered the boy good-nat-
uredly, casting the wood to the llag-
He Was, Himself, a Peasant.
gtng wear the flame and brushing hfs
ooat with his hand; "the storm kept
us out last night, Sanchez.”
"It'll keep you out for good some
«ay.” remarked the man. "You’ll, be
Crowned, if you don’t have a care.”
"Better that than being hanged!"
returned the lad lightly.
The other’s response, beneath his
Tyreath, was lost, as he drew his stool
close t» the pot above the blaze, re-
nted the lid and peered within. Ap-
parently his survey was not satisfac-
tory, for he replaced the cover,
clasped his fingers over his knees and
half closed his eyes.
"Where’s the fish?"
The hoy, thoughtfully regarding the
flames, started; when he had left the
child and Beppo, unconsciously he had
dropped It, but this he did not now
explain. "I didn’t bring one.”
“Didn’t bring one?”
"No,” said the boy. flushing slightly.
“And not a bone or scrap In the
larder! Niggardly fishermen! A small
enough wage—for going to sea and
helping them—"
"Oh, I could have had what I want-
ed And they are not niggardly!
Only—1 forgot."
"Forgot!” The man lifted his hands,
but any further evidence of surprise
or expostulation was Interrupted by a
sudden ebullition in the pot.
Left to his thoughts, the boy stepped
to the window; lor some time stood
motionless, gazing through a forest
rift at the end of which uprose the
top of an Aladdin-like structure, by
an optical Illusion become a part of
that locality; a conjuror's castle in
the wood!
"The Mount looks near tonignt,
Sanchez!"
"Near?” The man took from its
hook the pot and set it on the table.
"Not too near to suit the governor,
perhaps!”
"And why should It suit him?”
drawing a stool to the table and sit-
ting down.
"Because he must be so fond of
looking at the forest.”
"And does that—please him?"
"Ilow could It fail to? Isn’t It a
nice wood? Oh, yes, I’ll warrant you
he finds it to his liking. And all the
lands about the forest that used to be-
long to the old Seigneurs, and which
the peasants have taken—waste lands
they have tilled—he must think them
very fine to look at, now! And what
a hubbub there would be, 11 the lazy
peasants had to pay their metayage,
and fire-tax and rc 'd-tax—and all the
other taxes—the way the other peas-
ants do—to him-—"
"What do you mean?”
“Nothing!" The man's Jaw closed
like a steel trap. "The porridge is
burned.”
And with no further word the meal
proceeded. The man, first to finish,
lighted his pipe, moved again to the
fire, and, maintaining a taciturnity
that had become more or less habit-
ual, stolidly devoted himself to the
solace of the weed and the compan-
ionship of his own reflections. Once
or twice the boy seemed about to
speak and did not; finally, however,
he leaned forward, a more resolute
light in his sparkling black eyes.
"You never learned to read, San-
chez?"
At the unexpected question, the
smoke puffed suddenly from the man’s
lips. "Not 1.”
"Nor write?"
The man made a rough gesture.
“Nor sail to the moon!” he returned
derisively. “Read? Rubbish! Write?
What for? Does It bring more fish
to your nets?”
"Who—could show me how to read
and write?”
“You?” Sanchez stared.
“Why not?”
"Books are the tools of the devil!”
declared Sanchez shortly. "There
was a black man here today with a
paper—a ’writ,’ 1 think he called It—
or a ‘service’ of some kind—anyhow,
It must have been In Latin," violently,
’for such gibberish. 1 never heard
and—”
The boy rose. "People who can’t
read and write are low and Ignorant!"
"Eh! What’s come over you?”
"My father was a gentleman."
"Your father!—yes—’’
“And a Seigneur!—”
"A Seigneur truly!"
"And 1 mean to be one!" Bald the
boy suddenly, closing his fists.
"Oh, oh! So that’s it?” derisively.
"You! A Seigneur? Whose mother—"
"Who could teach me?” Determined,
but with a trace of color on his brown
cheek, the boy looked down.
“Who?” The man began to recover
from his surprise. “That’s not so
easy to tell. But if you must know—
well, there's Gabriel Gabarle, for one,
a poet of the people. He' might do it
—although there’s talk of cutting off
his head—”
“What for?”
“For knowing how to write.”
The lad reached for his haL
“Where are you going?"
“To the poet’s.”
lueer Fishes of the Sea
Those That Live Down in the Deep
Are Grotesque and Chim-
erical.
Cuba «nds to the south In a huge
hammer of mountains 8,000 feet high
and stepping sheer Into the sea. The
wall does not end there, but con-
tinues Us precipitous descent Into the
700-milb-long abyss called Bartlett's
deep. This gigantic submarine valley
is nearly four miles deep and 80 miles
wide.
At a mile and a half, the pressure
of the Water is nearly two tons to the
square Inch; the ooze that comes up
from such a depth, though the equator
runs overhead, Is cold as hoar frost;
It i« tirnas r-artaln that no vegeta-
tion cna grow there.
As fu our world none but the vege-
llhl nhla trv mnl'A fnnff it ought
to follow that in the depths of the sea
there should be no animal life. As a
matter of fact, these glooms are In-
ti abue-d by the most grotesque anc
chimerical of all fishes. ,It would seem
as though In the darkness life had
taken every imaginable license to be
ugly and bizarre. Cannibalism Is evi-
dently the only method of life, and its
equipment runs to every kind of ex-
travagance.
There are fish with teeth so long
that they cannot close their mouths,
fish that draw their stomach over
prey larger than themselves, fish with
no more mouth than a leech, and get-
ting their living as leeches, fish with
huge, nyopic eyes, and fish frankly
blind Probably none of them comes
from depths quite beyond the region of
light, though a great many of them jo
poking about their ghoulish business
furnished with lanterns of the glow-
worm type.
"At this late hour! You are In a
hurry!”
"If what you say is true, there s no
time to lose.”
“Well, if you find him writing
verses about liberty and equality,
don’t Interrupt him, or you'll lose
your head," shouted the man.
But when the sound of the boy’s
footsteps had caused, Sanchez’s ex-
pression changed; more bent, more
worn, he got up aiyl walked slowly to
and fro. "A fine Seigneur!" The
molderlng walls seemed to echo the
words. "A fine Seigneur!" he mut-
tered, and again sat brooding by the
tire.
In the gathering dusk the lad strode
briskly on. A squirrel barked to the
right; he did not look around. A part-
ridge drummed to the left; usually
alert to wood sound or life, tonight
he did not heed It. But, fairly out of
the forest and making his way with
the same air of resolution across the
sands toward the lowland beyond, his
attention, on a sudden, became lor-
cibly diverted. He had but half com-
pleted the distance from the place
where he had left the wood to the oi>-
jective point in the curvature of the
shore, when to the left through the
gloom, a great vehicle, drawn by six
horses, could be seen rapidly ap-
proaching. From the imposing equip-
age gleamed many lamps; the moon,
which ere this had begun to assert
its place in the heavens, made bright
the shining harness and shone on the
polished surface of the golden car.
Wondering, the boy paused.
"What is that?"
The person addressed, a fisherman
belated, bending to the burden on his
shoulders, stopped, and. breathing
hard, looked around ami watched the
approaching vehicle Intently.
“The governor’s carriage!" he said.
"Haven’t you ever heard of the gov-
ernor’s carriage?”
"No."
“That’s because he hasn’t used it
lately; but. in her ladyship’s day—”
“Her ladyship?”
“The governor's lady—he bought it
for her. But she soon got tired of it—
or perhaps didn’t like the way the
people looked at her!” roughly. "Mou
Dieu! perhaps they did scowl a lit-
tle—for it didn't please them, 1 can
tell you!—the sight of all that gold
squeezed from the taxes!”
"Where is he going now?”
"Nowhere himself—he never goes
far from the Mount. But the Lady
Elise, his daughter—some one in the
village was saying she was going to
Paris—”
“Paris!" The lad repeated the word
quickly. "What for?"
"What do all the great lords and
nobles send their children there for?
To get educated—married, and—to
learn the tricks of the court! Bah!”
With a coarse laugh the man turned;
stooping beneath his load, he moved
grumblingly on.
The boy, however, did not stir; as
’ In a dream he looked first at the
Mount, a dark triangle against the
sky, then at the carriage. Nearer
the latter drew, was about to dash
by, when suddenly the driver, on his
high seat, uttered an exclamation and
at the same time tugged hard at the
reins. The vehicle took a quick turn,
lurched dangerously In its top-heavy
pomp, and almost upsetting, came to
a standstill nearly opposite the boy.
"Careless dog!” a shrill voice
screamed from the inside. "What
are you doing?"
“The Uses, your Excellency!" The
driver’s voice was thick; as he spoke
he swayed uncertainly.
“Lises—quicksands—”
"There, your Excellency," indicating
a gleaming place right In their path;
a small bright spot that looked as lr
it might have been polished, while
elsewhere on the surrounding sands
tiny rippling parallels caressed the
eye with streaks of black and silver.
"I saw it In time!”
"In time!” angrily. "Imbecile!
Didn’t you know it was there?"
"Of course, your Excellency! Only
I had misjudged a little, and—” The
man’s manner showed he was fright-
ened.
“Falsehoods! You have been drink-
ing! Don’t answer. You shall hear
of this later. Drive around the spot.”
"Yes, your Excellency,” was the
now sober and subdued answer.
Didn’t Get the Present.
W’hen a three-year-old girl who
lives In Twenty-fourth street was ad-
vised by her mother that the next day
was the day to go to Sunday school,
rshe opened her large, blue eyes wide
and rather forlornly remarked, "Every
Sunday when they call my name I say
'Bresent,' but they haven’t given it to
me yet."
In the same Sunday school, not long
ago, Mrs. Thomas R. Marshall was
teaching the Sunbeam clasB a lesson
on King David, and, endeavoring to
see how much of her Instruction of
the previous Sunday had not been lost,
asked: "Who was our lesson about
last Sunday?" No answer. "Don’t
you remember the handsome young
man we talked about?" After a few
moments one little hand went up.
“Well, Mary?" asked Mrs. Marshall.
“I don't remember his name.” said
Mary, "but he was the boy that killed
the Janitor."—Indianapolis News.
Ere he obeyed, however, the car- I
riago door, troui which the governor •
had been leaning, swung open.
"Walt!" he called out impatiently. j
and tiled to close It. but the catch—
probably from long disuse would
not hold, and, hetore the liveried
servant perched on the lottv carriage
behind had fully perceived the fact
and had recovered himself sufficiently
to think of his duties, the boy on the
beach had sprung lorn aid.
"Slum It!” commanded an Irate:
voice.
The lad compiled, and as he did so, I
Iieered eagerly into the capacious ,
depths of the vehicle.
“The boy with the fish!” exclaimed !
at the same time a girlish treble ,
within.
“Eh?” my lord turned sharply.
"Au Impudent lad who stopped the j
Lady Elise!” exclaimed the fat man
—surely Beppo—on the front seat.
“Stopped the Lady Elise!” The
governor repeated the words slowly;
an ominous pause was followed by an
abrupt movement on the part ot the
child.
“He did not stop me; It was 1 who
nearly ran over him, and It was my
fault. Beppo does not tell the truth—
he’s a wlckei man!—and I’m glad I’m
not going to see him any more! And
the boy wasn't Impudent; at least
until Beppo offered to strike him,
and then, Beppo didn't! Beppo," de-
risively, "was afruid!”
"My lady," Beppo’s voice was soft
and unctious, "construes forbearance
lor fear."
"Step nearer, boy!”
Partly blinded by the lamps, the lad
obeyed; was cognizant of a piercing
scrutiny; two hard, steely eyes that
seemed to read his inmost thoughts;
a face, Indistinguishable but compell-
ing; bey one, something whiter-a girl’s
dress- that moved and fluttered!
"Who is he?"
"A poor boy who lives In the woods,
papa!”
But Beppo leaned forward and whis-
pered, his words too low tor the lad
to catch. Whatever his Information,
the governor started; the question-
ing glance on an Instant brightened,
and his head was thrust forward
close to the boy's. A chill seemed
to pass over the lad, yet he did not
quail.
"Good-by, boy!” said the child, and.
leaning from the window, smiled
down at him.
He tried to answer, when a hand
pulled her In somewhat over-suddenly.
“Drive on!” Again the shrill tones
CHAPTER IV.
A Dance on the Beach.
The great vernal equinox of April
17s was the cause of certain un-
usual movements of the tide, wbli n
made old mariners and coast fisher-
men shake their heads and gaze sea-
ward, out ot all tvckoulg. At times,
alter a tempest, on this strange coast,
the waters would rise in u manner
and at an Hour out of the ordinary,
and then among the dwellers on the
shore, there were those who prog-
nost touted dire unhappiness, telling
how the sea hud once devoured two
villages overnight, and how, beneath
the sands, were homes Intact, with
the people yet In their beds.
Concerned with a disordered social
system and men in und out ot dun-
geons, the governor had little time
and less Inclination to note the ca
prices of the tide or the vagaries or
the strand. The people! The menac-
ing and mercurial ebb and flow of
their moods! The maintenance of
autocratic power on the laud, and, a
more difficult task, on the sea—these
were matters of greater import thau
the phenomena of nature whose pur-
poses man is powerless to shape or
curb. My lady, his daughter, how-
ever, who had Just returned from
seven years’ schooling at a convent
and one year at court where the
queen. Marie Antoinette. set the
fashion of gaiety, found in the conduct
of their great neighbor, the ocean,
a so rce of both entertainment and
instruction for her guests, a merry
company transported from Versailles.
"is it not a sight well worth see-
ing after your tranquil Seine, my
Lords?” she would say with a wave
of her white hand toward the restless
sea "Hero, perched in mid air like
eagles, you have watched the 'grand
lido,’ ns we call It, come In like no
other tide- faster than a horse can
gallop! Where else could you wit-
ness the like?”
"Nowhere. And when It goes
out—”
"It goes out so far, you can no
longer see it; only a vast beach that
reaches to th* horizon, and
"Must be very dangerous?"
"For a few days, perhaps; later,
not at all, when the petttes tides are
the rule, and can be depended on.
Then are t. e sands, except for one
or two places very well known, as
sale as your gardens at Versailles.
But remain, and -you shall see.”
Which they did—-finding the place
to their liluug—or their hostess; for
the governor, who cared not tor
The Lad Compiled
cut the air. “Drive on, I tell you!
Dlable! What are you standing here
for!”
A whip lashed the air and the
horses leaped forward. The hack
wheels of the vehicle almost struck
the lad, but, motionless, he continued
staring after it. Farther It drew
away, and, as he remained thus he
discerned, or fancied he discerned, a
girl’s face at the back—a ribbon that
waved for a moment in the moon-
light, and then was gone.
Eight years elapsed before next
he saw her.
guests, but must, needs entertain
them for reasons of state, left them
as much as might he to his daughter.
She, brimming with the ardor and
effervescence of eighteen years, ac-
cepted these responsibilities gladly;
pending that period she had reierred
to, turned the monks’ great refectory
into a ball-room, and then, when the
gales had swept away, proposed the
sands themselves as a scene for in-
version both for her guests and the
people. This, despite the demur ot
his Excellency, her father.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Cheering in the Commons
Irresistible.
"However did you reconcile Adele
and Mary?” ”1 gave them a choice
1 bit of gossip and asked them not to
I repeat It to each other."
Gloomy.
Th# wight who’s subject to the "bluos.’
Ne'er pictures life In gorgeous hues.
Instead o’ that, with doleful sighs
He contemplates tbs cloudless skies.
Various Kinds of Applause That Are
to be Heard In the British
Lower House.
The giving of applause In the Brit
lsh house of commons has attain'd
the dignity of a science. A cheer from
a single member is not Infrequent, but
has little significance unless It comes
from an Important personage. B Is
cheering in chorus that constitutes
the British demonstration.
The tone of the cheering varies nc |
cording to the temper of those who
cheer First, there is the hearty, full
voiced cheer of genuine approval, re
sounding, awakening rhe echoes and
full of encouragement..
Next comes the low, subdued cheer,
gradually spreading along all the
bench*-*. Indicating the deepseated
agreement that does not seek vocirer
ous or hilarious expression. This Is
employed either on solemn occasions
or in moments of pathos or in ac-
knowledgment of some confession
the part of an opponent
Ironical cheering Is often heard
the commons. The tone of sarcasn
always unmistakable. Often It is *
greeting accorded to an argument
a statement by an opponent, for t
formal denying of which there m
not be an opportunity. It Is host
but frequently good natured »-noui
As an Intensification of this th
Is the sarcastic cheer, far sharper n
more incisive. Mingled with laui
ter, it is, from the British standpol
as disconcerting to :be speaker
anything may well be.
Progress.
YOU IJare tO *ioua guv* |
emment on the lines ot the American ,
Republic?”
I cn, * *■ v- *vnv i
pher, "but up to the present time we
haven't been able to get much beyond
the Fourth of July accident*."
Department “Where They Send Out the Seeds’
ASHINGTON "That is the place
where they send out Heeds."
This la the familiar formula which
many WaHhlngton guides use In de-
scribing to tourists tlie wonders of
the department of agriculture. This
Information was given through a meg
sphone by the conductor of the rubber-
neck wagon to his patrons as they
pa.ss In front of the old rod brick ad-
ministration building. Officials and
clerks within hearing of tills brief de j
sc rip Mon throw down their pens (or, •
for tlie sake of pleasantry, should it i
bo their newspapers?) and take on a 1
look of disgust and Injured pride. For !
so many thousand of strangers to be
given tho information or to get the
impression that the feature of work
for which the great department of Ag
rlculturo has made itself famous or
notorious Is the sending out of seeds
is monstrous. One of the humiliating
features of the whole business is that
the tourists appear to like It. They
look witli tlie proper awe-stricken
•tare and seem to he greatly im-
pressed with the department "where
they send out seeds.”
"I wish you would write a pleco for
the paper,” said a high functional y ot
the department, “and correct the alto-
gether too prevalent notion that the
main objects and the main usefulnese
of this department are concerned with
sending out seed.
"I have talked to some of these rub-
berneck conductors. I have urged
them to enlighten the pilgrims for
whose Instruction they are responsi-
ble, upon the vaBt work of this depart
ment in relation to meteorology, ani-
mal Industry, aultnai husbandry, plant
Industry, forestry, chemistry, soils, en-
tomology, biology, publications, statis-
tics, public roads and the like.
"I have recommended these guides
to acquaint their patrons with some
of the valuable work being done by
tlie blc-chemlc, pathological and zoo-
logical divisions, by the plant patholo-
gists and physiologists and the pomo-
loglsts. by tlie soli bacteriologists, the
dendrologists, the inicrochemlcal ex-
perts, the sharps in enological chemis-
try, by the agrostologlBta, the work-
ers in solar radiation, agricultural
technology, ellvlcs. synthetic prod-
ucts pharmacological work. Insecti-
cides. fungicides and all tHat. I havo
tried to make these gentlemen under-
stand that seed distribution is only
a branch of the work of the bureau of
plant industry and that the entire do-
i partnient is not maintained for and Is
not engaged in sending out seeds.
"However, when the rubberneck
wagon goes by on its next trip the
conductor bellows through the mega-
phone: ’This is where they Bend out
! seeds.’ ”
Rep. Johnson “Nearly” Had His Speech Printed
nEi’RKSENTATIVE Albert Johnson.
I\ the handsome and vociferous mem-
ber from Oregon, nearly had a fine
speech printed In a faraway coast
paper for which Harry Brown l« the
Washington correspondent. The word
"nearly” 1h perhaps not used advisedly,
for some of his speech got no nearer
Portland than Chicago, and thereby
hangs a tale.
Johnson used to be a newspaper
man In this city. He was night editor
and copy editor and reporter and all
tho regular tlilngH which at a supposed
to give newspaper men that broad and
sympathetic view of largo affairs.
They are supposed to know when to
spend fifty dollars on telegraph IoIIh
for a speech on tho tariff 1)111, and
when to chop it off at a few words.
Johnson made a speech during the
general debate on tho tariff bill a few
days ago. It was ills first speech
In the House, it was a good speech,
taking it by and large, but tlie air was
jammed full of speeches shout that
time and the only newspaper that was
publishing them wus the Congres
slonal Record.
However, Mr. Johnson did not want
Portland to go unfed with crurnbH
from his table, so the evening fol-
lowing the great event of tils speech
ho started out to find Harry Brown
end tell him all about It. He couldn’t
find Mr. Brown until the next day.
"Say, Harry." lie remarked, "I tried
to find you last night, but 1 couldn’t.
I made a speech yesterday.”
That (lid not impress Mr. Brown to
any great extent, so Mr. Johnson cou-
tiued to further explain:
"An<l as I IhomWit your paper would
want It, i filed about 800 words of It
with the telegraph company.”
Brown winced. His paper had been
advising him to cut down tlie tariff
stuff to the bone, a« most of it was
the sort of soft pap that goes well In
the country districts, but hasn’t much
circulation in a well regulated news-
paper. Furthermore, Brown investi-
gated and found that Representative
Johnson iiad really filed 1,600 words—
and the telegraph tolls to Oregon are
enormous! He had visions of being
"fired" by wireless, but he discovered
to tils great relief that his paper had
chopped tlie speech in two before it
wan entirely relayed to Portland from
Chicago, thus saving a lot of time and
trouble and costing Representative
Johnson a whole lot of money for half
a speech to Chicago.
More Americans Go to Teach in the Philippines
WEIGHTY FIVE American men and
Ea women teachers have Just set out
for the Philippines This number was
selected from a large eligible Hat cer-
tified by the United States civil serv-
ice commission as having the neces-
sary education and experience and
having passed tlie required exumina
tion for the Philippine teaching serv-
ice They came from nearly every
state in the union, representing some
of the best universities, colleges and
normal schools in this country. Most
of them are college graduates, some
have done graduate work in the uni-
versities and others have pursued
technical courses preparing them to
take charge of agricultural work,
manual training and trade school
work and domestic science
A fact not generally known is that
the average term of service of Amer-
ican teachers in the Philippines Is
nearly sis years, almost a year longer
than the average service of teachers
in this country. Those leaving at this
time go to the Philippines under a
two-year contract. This provision is
made to enable the government to
ascertain whether or not the teacher
will succeed in the new field and also
to give the teacher a chance to find
out whether or not there is a miffl
dent future to the service to warrant
him in remaining. That there are
only eighty five vacancies this year
out of nearly seven hundred positions
for American teachers In the service.
Indicates, so the Insular bureau offi-
cials say, that those already on the
ground have the, greatest faith In the
future of the educational work in the
islands
The salaries of the teachers as well
as the expenses of tho trip, are paid
from Philippine revenues. The feder-
al government pays no part of the
cost of education In the Philippines,
which amounts to about $3,500,000 an-
nually.
When these teachers get ready to
return to the United Btates, either on
leave of absence or by resignation st
the end of two or three years of serv-
ice, the Philippine government will
pay them, in addition to salary up to
the last day of service, an amount of
money sufficient to pay their trans-
portation home, either via Europe or
the Pacific, and they usually take ad-
vantage of the opportunity to come
home through Europe
Washington correspondent.
Animal Statues As Lawn Decorations In Favor
t.loriB for houses seem to multiply
when you look for them, and they al
ways seem to be coming into view In
places where you had hitherto over
looked them.
in front of the big four-story yellow
brick house at. the northwest, corner
of ICth and P streets, next door south
of Foundry Church, are two white
lions Apparently they have Jiih» lefr
tho covered porch and are strolling
down tlie walk which leads from the
front door to the sidewalk that K
they appear to be walking because
each lion has his right foreleg lifted
They are also keeping step The pul- j
lor, or the whiteness of the beasts in
dlealo that they are young lions and
have not long been exposed to th"
wear and tear and dust Incidental to j
h trav-
ich
guarding a doorway
on a mu
elod street.
Thrv nnnear to b#
t twins.
the same size and th<
altitude
Is th*-. eamo; each ha
s his heat
to the southeast as
though
down the avenue ol
r the pr>
They may have heard
d turned j
looking !
one up- [
ure walking with a stealthy tread and
if they were not cold marble Hons one
might thing that thoughts of evil were
In their minds.
The path they follow leads across a
green lawn at the street edge of which
Is a row of tulip trees, sometimes
called yellow poplars. A row of hard
rnaplee is in tho parking between thw
sidewalk nnd the curb It is green
and shady there, but, as every one
knows, a much frequented part of tho
city anil mesa lions If bo inclined
could count thousands of automobiles
passing in the course of a day and
about as many in tho course of an
evening.
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