Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 151, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 June 1910 — Page 3

THE QUICKENING

CHAPTER IX.—(Continued.) “I ain’t hurt none," she said, gravely. And then: ”T reckon we'd better be gettln' them berries. It looks like it might shower some; and paw 'll kill me it I ain’t home time to get his supper.” Here was an end of the playtime, and Tom helped industriously with the ber-ry-picking, wondering the while why she kept her face tunned from him, and, why his brain was in such a turmoil, and why his hands shook so if they happened to touch hers in reaching for the piggin. But this new mood of hers was more, unapproachable than the other; and it was not until the piggin was filled, and they had begun to retrace their steps together through the fragrant wood, that she let him see her eyes again, and told him soberly of her troubles: how she was 15 and could neither read nor write; how the workmen’s children in Gordonia hooted at her and called her a mountain cracker when she went down to buy meal or to fill the molasses jug; and, lastly, how, since her mother had died, her father had worked little and drunk much, till at times there was nothing to eat save the potatoes she raised in the little patch back of the cabin, and the berries she picked on the mountain side. ‘‘l hain’t never told anybody afore, and you mustn’t tell, Tom. But times I’m scared paw 'll up and kill me when —when he ain’t feelin’ just right. He’s some good to me when he ain’t redeyed; but that ain’t very often, nowadays.” Tom’s heart swelled within him; and this time it was not the heart of the Pharisee. There is no lure known to the man part of the race that is half so potent as the tale of a woman in trouble. “Does—does he beat you. Nan?” he asked; and there was. wrathful horror in his voice. For answer she bent her head and parted the thick black locks over a long scar. “That’s where he give me one with the skillet, a year come Christmas. And this”—opening her frock to show him a black-and-blue bruise on her breast—"it what I got only day afore yisterday.” Tom was burning with indignant compassion, and bursting because he could think of no adequate way of expressing it. In all his fifteen years no one had ever leaned on his before, and the sense of protectorship over this abused one budded and bloomed like a juggler’s rose, “I wish I could take you home with me, Nan,” he said, simply. “No, you don’t,” she said, firmly. “Tour mammy would call me a little heathen, same as she used to; and I .reckon that’s what I am—l hain’t had no chanst to be anything else. And j ou-’re goin’ to'be a preacher, Tom.” Why did it rouse a dull anger in his heart to be thus reminded of his own scarce-cooled pledge made on his knees under the shadowing cedars? He Could not tell; but the fact remained. "You hear me, Nan; I’m going to take care of you when I’m able. Vo matter what happens, I’m going to take care of you,” was what he said; and a low rumbling of thunder and a spattering of rain on the leaves punctuated the promise. She looked away and was silent. Then, when the rain began to come faster: “Let’s run, Tom. I don’t mind gettin’ wet; but you mustn’t." They reached the great rock sheltering the barrel-spring before the shower broke in earnest, and Tom led the way to ttie right. Half-way up its southern face the big boulder held a water-worn cavity, round, and deeply hollowed, and carpeted with cedar needles. Tom climbed In first and gave her a hand from the mouth of the little cavern. When she was up and in, there was room in the nest-llke hollow, but none to spare. And on the instant the summer shower shut down upon the mountain side and closed the cave mouth as with a thick curtain. There was no speech in that little interval of cloud-lowering and cloudlifting. The boy tried for it, would have taken up the confidences where the storm-coming had broken them off; but it was blankly impossible. All the curious thrills foregone seemed to culminate now in a single burning desire: to have it rain for ever, that he might nestle there lh the hollow of the great rock with Nan so close to him that he could feel the warmth of her body and the quick beating of her heart against his arm. Yet the sleeping conscience did not ■tir. The moment of recognition was withheld even when the cloud curtain began to lift and he could see the long lashes drooped over the dark eyes, and the flush in the brown cheek matching his own. “Nan!” he whispered, catching his breath; "you’re—you're the ” She slipped , away from him before he could find the word, and a moment later she was calling to him from below that the rain was over and she must hurry. He walked beside her to the door of the’miserable log shack under the second cliff, still strangely shaken, but striving manfully to be himself again. The needed fillip came when the mountaineer staggered to the threshold. In times past, Tom would quickly have put distance between himself and Tike Bryerson in the squirrel-eyed stage of intoxication. But now his promise to Nan was behind him, and the Gordon blood was to the fore. “It was my fault that Nan stayed so long,” he said, bravely; and he. was immensely relieved when Bryerson. making quite sure di* his Identity, oecame effusively hospitable. "Cap’n Gordon’s boy—’f ' cou’so; didn’t make out to know ye, ’t- firs’. Come awn in the house an’ sit a spell; come in, I say!” / - /

FRANCIS LYNDE

Again, for Nan’s sake, Tom could do no less. It was the final plunge. The boy wafti come of abstinent stock, which was possibly the reason why the smell of the raw corn liquor with which the cabin reeked gripped him so fiercely. Be that as it may, he could make but a feeble resistance when the tipsy mountaineer pressed him to drink; and the slight barrier went down altogether when he saw the appealing look in Nans eyes. Straightway he divined that there would be consequences for !J!L Whe P he was sone if the maudlin demon should be aroused in her father. So he put the tin cup to his lips and coughed and strangled over a slnglo the flery ’ nausea ting stuff; did this for the girl’s sake, and then ro .!t a u. d d6d away from mountain with his heart ablaze and a fearful c amor as of the judgment trumpet sounding In his ears. The next morning he came holloweyed to his breakfast, and when the chance offered, besought his father to give him one of the many boy’s Jobs in the iron plant during the summer vacation—asked and obtained. And nei-ther-the hotel on the mountain top nor he hovel cabin under the second cliff k m ° re the lon S summer through. CHAPTER XIt was Just before the Christmas holidays, in his fourth year of the sectar,that Tom Gordon was expelled. Writing to the Reverend Silas at the moment of Tom’s dismissal, the principal could voice only his regret and disappointment. It was a most singular case. During his first and second ITII ,T ° m , aS had set a hlgh mark and , had , a ta ned to it- On the spiritual side he had been somewhat non-committal, to be sure, but to offset this, he had ?3 y / nt , ere . 3ted ln the Preparatory theological studies, or at least he had appeared to be. But on his return from his first summer spent at home there was a marked change in him, due, so thought Doctor Tollivar, to his association with the rougher class of workmen in th=> iron mills. It was as if he had suddenly grown older and and harder, and the discipline of the school, admirable as the Reverend Silas knew it to be, was not severe enough to reform him! It grieves me more than I can tell you, my dear brother, to be obliged to confess that we can do nothing more for him here/* was the concluding paragraph of the principal’s letter, “and to add that his continued presence with us is a menace to the morals of the school. When I say that the offense for which he is expelled Is by no means the first, and that it is the double one of gambling and keeping intoxicating liquors in his room, you will understand that the good repute of Beersheba was at stake, and there was no other course open to us.” Thomas Jefferson turned his back on three and a half years of Beersheba, with hot tears in his eyes and an angry word on his lips. The Pintsch lights were burning brightly ia the Pullman, and these—and the tears—blinded him. Some of the sections ln the middle of the car were made down for the night, and while he was stumbling in the wake of the porter over the shoes and the hand-bags left In the aisle, the train started. Lower ten, sah,” said the black boy, and went about his business In the linen locker. But Tom stood balancing himself with the swaying of the car and staring helplessly at the occupant of lower twelve, a young girl in a gray traveling coat and hat. sitting with her face to the window. “Why, you—somebodyl” she exclaim* ed, turning to surprise him in the act of glowering down on her. “Do you know, I thought there might be just one chance in a thousand that you’d go home for Christmas, so I made the porter tell me when we were coming to Beersheba. Why don’t you sit down?” Tom edged Into the opposite seat and shook hands with her, all In miserable, comfortless silence. Then he blurted out:'

“If I’d had any idea you were on this train, I’d have walked.” Ardea laughed, and for all his misery he could not help remarking how much sweeter the low vole* was growing, and how much clearer the blue of her eyes was under the forced light of the gas-globes. “You are Just the same rude boy, aren’t you?” she said, leniently. “Are there no girls in Beersheba to teach you how to be nice?” “I didn’t mean it that way,” he hastened to say. “I’m always saying the wrong thing to you. But If you only knew, you wouldn’t speak to me; much less let me sit here and talk to you." “If I only knew what? Perhaps you would better tell me and let me judge for myself," she suggested; and out of the past came a flick of the memory whip to make him feel again that she was-Immeasurably his senior. "I’m expelled,” he said, bluntly. "Oh!” For a full minute, as It seemed to him. she looked steadfastly out of the window at the wall of blackness flitting past, and the steady drumming of the wheels grated on hla nerves and got Into his blood. When it was about to become unbearable she turned and gave him her hand again. “I’m Just as sorry as I can be!*»'she declared, and the slate-blue eyes confirmed it “It was this way; three of the boys came to my room to play cards—because their rooms were watched.' I didn’t want to play—oh, I’m none too goodthis ln answer to something ln her eyes that made him eager to tell her the. exact truth—“l’ve done It lots of times. But that night I’d been thinking—well, I just didn't want to, that’s all. Then they said I was aff-ald, and of course that settled It”’ “Of course,” she agreed, loyally.

“Walt; I want you to know It all.? he went on, doggedly. ’When Martin —he’s the Greek and Latin, you know —slipped up on us, there was a bottfe of wltj[sky on the table. He took down our names, and then he pointed at' ‘he bottle,, and said, ‘Which one of you does that belong to?’ Nobody said anything, and after it began to get sort of —well, kind of monotonous, I picked up the bottle and offered him a drink, and put it in my pocket. That settled me.” “But it wasn’t yours,” she averred. His smile was a rather . ferocious grin. “Wasn’t it? Well, I took it, anyway; - and I’ve got it yet. Now see here: that’s my berth over there and I’m going over to it. You needn’t let on like you know me any more.”, “Fiddle!” she said, making a face at him. “You say that like a little boy trying, oh, so hard, to be a man. I’ll believe you are Jtlst as bad as ban can be, if you want me to; but you mustn’t be rude to me. We don’t play cards or drink things at Carroll College, but some of us have brothers, and—we can’t help knowing.” Tom was soberly silent for the space h*lf a hundred rail-lengths. Then he said :“I wish I’d had a sister; * T ‘aybo it would have been different.”, “No, Indeed, it wouldn’t. You’re going to be Just what you are going to be, and a dozen sisters wouldn’t make any difference.” “One like you would make a lot of difference.” It made him blush and have a slight return of the largeness of hands; but he said it. She laughed. “That’s nice. But I mean what I say. Sisters wouldn’t help you to be good, unless you really wanted to be good yourself. They’re just comfortable persons to have around when you are taking your whipping for being naughty.” “Well, that’s a good deal, isn’t it?” Again she made the adorable little face at him. “Do you want me to be your sister for a little while—till you get out of scrape? Is that what you are trying to say?” He took heart of grace, for the first time in three bad days. “Say, Ardea; I’m hunting for sympathy; just as I used to a long time ago. But you mustn’t mix up with me. I’m not worth it.” “Oh, I suppose not; no boy is. But tell me; what are you going to do when you get back to Paradise?” “Why—l don’t know; I haven’t thought that far ahead; go to work in the iron plant and be a mucke/ all the rest of my life, I reckon.” “And all the way along you’ve been meaning to be a minister?” He gritted his teeth. “That’s all over, now; I reckoh it’s been over for a long time.” “That is more serious. Does your mother know? She mustn’t, Tom; it will just break hgart.” “As if I didn’t know?” he said, bitterly. “But, Ardea, I haven’t been quite square with you. The way I told it about the cards and the whisky you might think-i—” “I know what you are going to say. But it needn’t make any all-the-time difference, need, it? You’ve been backsliding—isn’t that what you call it?— but now you are sorry, and——” “No; that’s the worst of it. I’m not sorry, the way I ought to be. Besides, after what I’ve been these last two years—but. you can’t understand; it would just be mockery—mocking God. I told you I wasn’t worth your while.” She smiled gravely. “You are such a boy, Tom. Don’t you know that all through life you’ll have two kinds of friends: those who will stand by you because they won’t believe anything bad about you, and those who will take you for Just what you are and still stand by you?” He scowled thoughtfully at her. “Say, Ardea; I’d Just like to know hbw old you are, anyhow! You say things every once in a while that make me feel as if I were a little kid in knee-breech-es.” She laughed in his face. “That is the rudest thing you’ve said yet! But I don’t mind telling you—since I’m to be your sister. -I’ll be 17 a little while after you’re 18.” “Haven’t you ever been foolish, like other girls?” he asked. She laughed again, more heartily, than eveft “They say I’m the silliest tomboy in our house, at Carroll. But I have my lucid Intervals, I suppose, like other people, and this is one of them. I am going to stand by you to-morrow morning, when you have to tell your father and mother —that is, if you want me to.” —His gratitude was too large . for speech, but he tried to look it. Then then porter caipe to make her section down, and he had to say good-night and vanish. (To be continued.)

Shrewd "Labby."

Henry Labouchere, the owner of Truth, and a very famous wit and cynic, was several years ago detained on the border between France and Germany, while the custom officials went through his trunks. “You will kindly replace the things you have scattered about," said the much annoyed Mr. Labouchere, and when the officials rudely refused, he added, “Very well, give me a telegraph blank, and see that this dispatch is forwarded at once.” This was the dispatch: “To his highness, Prince Bismarck. Very Borry not to be able to breakfast with your highness to-morrow, but I am unavoidably detained here.” Needless to say, the trunks were repacked at once.

In the Park.

“That early robiq." remarked Yorick Hamm, “struts about like a popular actor.” “He has a right to be chesty/’ declared Hamlet Fatt. “He gets plenty of press notices.” —Louisville • Courler-Jouf-nal.

No Doubt.

“I wonder what that boy of our* would really like t<y be?" ~ n l fancy he’d like to be the censor for all the picture shows in town.”—■ Cleveland Plain Dealer. We are not in this world to do what we wish—but to be willing to do that which it Is our duty to do. —Charles Gounod.

RINGING OF OLD BELLS

Their Voices Have Told of Momentous Occurrences in the Affairs of Men. USED IN THE ORIENT FIRST. In Europe the Oldest May Be Found in Ireland—Great Bell of Moscow Weighs 200 Tons. Bells were used in India and China long before they were known in Europe. Their history is full of interest. In civilized times they have not only been associated with social and religious affairs, but also with a great many important historical events. In the year 1282 at .the ringing of the Sicilian vespers 8,000 French were slain in cold blood by John of Procida, who thought that he would thus free Sicily from Charles of Anjou. Again on Bt. Bartholomew’s day, 1572, bells gave the signal for the slaughter of the Huguenots to begin; while, to come to later years, when the news of Nelson’s victory and death came to England the bells of Cheater rang a joyous peal, alternated with a single toll of the passing bell. There are several old bells in Scotland, Ireland and Wales; the oldest are often quadrangular, being made of thin iron plates which have been hammered and riveted together. At the monastery of St. Gall in Switzerland the four-sided bell of the Irish missionary St. Gall, who lived in the seventh century, is still preserved; but, more ancient still, is the bell of St. Patrick in Belfast, which is ornamented with gold and gems and silver filigree work. The curfew bell Is that about which most has beeu said. It has been thought that it was only used in England, but it was quite common on the continent in tfie middle ages. One of the most famous bells in the world is the first great bell of Moscow, which now stands in the middle of a square ln that city and is used as a chapel. This bell was cast in 1733, but was in the earth for more than l(ft) years, being raised in 1836 by Emperor Nicholas. It Is nearly twenty feet high, has a circumference of sixty feet, Is two feet thick and weighs almost 200 tons. The second Moscow bell, which is the largest in the world that is actually in use, weighs 128 tons. There are several bells extant which weigh ten tons and, over, of which Big Ben, the largest bell In England, weighing between thirteen and fourteen tons, i 3 one. Big Ben is, unfortunately, cracked. Small bells are used for such a variety of things that it is almost Impossible to enumerate them. There are bells for almost everything, from electric bells down to ferret bells, to which, by the way, the bells used in olden times for hawking were very similar. Perbaps the prettiest in sound of all small bells Is the cowbell, so often heard ln Switzerland and Italy. Although frequently made of baked earth (this Is especially so in Italy), the tone is wonderfully sweet and clear and nothing is prettier or more fairylike than that tinkle of the bell in the distance. ' &Dx

WOMEN VOTERS IN NORWAY.

One Woman Klected Substitute Deputy to Preaent Parliament. In Norway every parliament lasts for three years and no ministerial crisis or vote of want of confidence can end its life before the appointed term. Nor is its peaceful tenor even broken by the ripple of a by-election, owing to the prevailing system of “understudies.” For every deputy there Is at the same time elected a substitute, who takes his place In case of death or illness or retirement or any other cause. That is why the women of Norway, though the franchise was granted them in the summer of 1907, had to wait till the end of 1909 for an opportunity of exercising it. Before the vote was given to women Norway had -manhood suffrage, and therefore the mere removal of the sex disqualification would have at once resulted in adult suffrage with a slight preponderance of the female vote. A way out of this difficulty had t.o be found, and this was done by conferring the vote on those who already had the municipal franchise, 1. e., women over 25, whether married or single, who pay taxes to the amount of 400 kroner (about $110) in towns and 300 kroner (aboflt $80) in country districts, about 300,000 In all. A significant number, for there had been 300,000 names affixed to the document by which the women of Norway expressed their adhesion to the resolution of June 7, 1905, which decided the separation of Norway from Sweden. Indignant at being excluded from the plebiscite which was to decide the question of their nationality, the women collected signatures to a document of their own. According to the queen this action of the suffragists enlightened the country and achieved their enfranchisement. , * The act of registering a vote was no novelty to the women of Norway. They had been school board electors since 1889, and in 1901 they obtained the municipal suffrage and right to election. At the next election ninety women were chosen as councillors and 160 as substitutes. In a country where they practice at the bar, serve on Juries and are eligible for nearly all state appointments the conferring of

the parliamentary vote simply marked* their entrance on an .inheritance long overdue. If Norwegian women were of one mind in desiring the votes, diversity appeared as soon as It had to be exercised. As ln Finland, New Zealand and Australia, they voted loyally with their parties. Of these there are three In Norway—the liberal-conserva-tive alliance (who might be described’ as antl-soclallst liberals), the radicals, and social democrats. As far as can be ascertained, the number of women voting for the first was 74,000, for the second 40,000, for the third 30,000. A* every elector Is alsfi eligible, there was not a little speculation as to whether Norway would follow the example of Finland, where the woman deputy appeared simultaneously with the woman voter, or of Australia, where women may sit in the federal parliament, but hitherto the electorate has preferred to put its trußt in men. Among the women candidates who went to .the poll there were three for the office of deputy. Of these Froken Gina Krog, one of the leading suffrage workers, stood as a radical. She" polled only 863 votes, as against 9,038 for the conservative. Fru Martha Tynaes, a socialist, polled 2,521 against her opponent’s 5,141, and at a second ballot in Tromso another socialist woman received 264 votes as against 380 given to the conservative. Of the candidates for the place of substitute, one actually secured a majority, Froken Anna Aogstad, who might be called a member for the teaching profession. She has been engaged in school work for thirty-six years, is chairman of the Christiania Teachers’ Association and its representative on the school board. And with all thfs professional *and public work she found time to help In organizing a new political party known as the progressive left. A capable teacher, a and many-sided woman, she is universally regarded as the right person t 9 inaugurate the era of the woman deputy in Norway. And it is by no means improbable that she will be called on to fill the more responsible position, since the deputy whom she would have to replace, General Bratlle, may, ln case of a change of ministry, be» summoned to a place in the cabinet. In that case, without further election, Froken Aogstad would take her place as full member of the storthing.

HIGH PRICES FOR HORSES.

From Shetlandn to Percherons, None Cheap In This Country. “Horses in the west continue to command high prices. There was a speed sale held at Chicago recently at wjjich 471 horses were sold, and the prices that were paid seemed to the old-tLme horsemen something outrageous, but they all went like hot cakes,” says Bit and Spur. “Horses from Kentucky with a bit of saddle breeding In them that were anything' but good looking brought S3OO and S4OO apiece. The 471 horses sold realized almost $140,000. “An auction sale of Shetland ponies Ivas held under the auspices of the Shetland Pony Association, about a dozen members contributing 100 ponies. These men did not put the pick of their farms in the sale, but notwithstanding this the average price was over SIOO. “Draft horses are selling still higher, a pair of gray grade Percherons realizing SI,OOO a short time ago. Thesq prices hold good all over the country and are not confined to any particular breed of horses. Any useful kind of animal brings much more money than he would have brought years ago, and you cannot look at any of the better Individuals of the fashionable breeds without being staggered at the prices asked. A number of polo ponies were sold ln New York the other day ln the rough and realized exceptionally good prices, and so It is all down the line. “Of course the automobile is usurping a great deal of the work that is done in the large cities and has also done away with a tremendous lot of horses for fashionable driving purposes, but this, except in the cases of nonhorsy people and for those whose business requires rapid conveyance from place to place, will right Itself as time goes on. “In England, although the trade in automobiles is booming, a great many ladies are returning to the carriage for afternoon calls and driving In the parks. There has not yet been a marked increase in the purchase of carriages, but this is largely due to the fact that fashionable people have st4ll a variety of conveyances which they have not sold and which they are now beginning to use again.”

Quite at Comfort.

“There was a time when they put men in Jail for debt,” said the bill collector severely. “Well,” answered the fretted citizen, “I don’t know but a good, Btout. Jail, where your creditors couldn’t send in cards or call you up on the telephone, would be a great deal of a comfort." —Washington Star.

Wrong Dlagnosis.

“These doctors are easily fooled.” "How’s that?” "My doctor tells me that I have a tobacco heart.” “Well, you smoke all the time.” “But I smoke cigarettes.”—Houston Post.

No Phonograph.

Patience —I suppose you get nothing but canned goods in the country. Patrice —Nothing of the kind! They had a piano!—Yonkers Statesman. A man’s appetite usually lasts longer than his stomach.

WHERE MUSCLE IS CHEAP.

Methods of Graphite Mlaero of tlie Island of Qerlon. Drer 30,000 men on the little Island of Ceylon are already engaged ln graphite mining. Thus far graphite, or plumbago, from, which lead pencils and crucibles are ifiade, has been the only mineral founAThere ln sufficient quan* titles to make N .mining profitable. Within the past decade this trade has undergone considerable expansion, with the result that mining is being extensively developed. The mining has remained almost exclusively in the hands of the natives, and primitive methods are still the rule, the Inter* national Socialist Review says. In the richer districts more methodical working is introduced, but even here the mining equipment is quaintly unique. The pits resemble deep alitn or gashes in the rock. At the top a platform Is erected, and ladders, fashioned crudely of lengths of bamboo secured together with native Jhngle rope, are flung down the deep shafts for the use of the mine workers. The transverse sections, forming the rung of the ladder, are also made from pieces of bamboo similarly connected. In many cases the ladders are flung transversely across the shafts and fastened at the sides. The innumerable barefoot Journeys made over the rod* have coated them with a fine polish of graphite. They are as slippery a* glass. Only a native could cross and recross the deep mining shafts on these slippery rungs and retain his balance. Instead of being hoisted to the platform by ropes, the graphite Is loaded into long baskets, made by the nar tlves, and is borne on their shoulder* up the long ladders to the pit mouth. Always there is a Bwarm of shining, graphite-besmeared bodies, climbing laboriously upward with their loads. Always there Is a steady stream of workers descending. When the mines are flooded, holes are bored to lower levelß, and the water Is baled out by the natives.

STRUGGLE OF THE HEBREW.

Jew of To-Day on Illustration ot the Great Law of Selection. All over the world the Jews tend to shortness of stature. This tendency is clearly inborn, in that the Jews aro everywhere shorter than the Christian population; it is largely Influenced by environment, in that there is no uniformity of size. In other words, the Jewish stature varies everywhere in accordance with economic conditions, and yet, strangely enough, never quqite reaches the height of other populations living in precisely the same surroundings. In London, for example, Biston J. Hendrick says in McClure’s, the prosperous west end Jew is taller than the denizens of the east end ghetto; but he Is about three inches shorter than his Christian neighbor in the west end. That environment is the important factor is shown by the way in which stature varies automatically with occupation. Statistical Btudies show that the shortest Jews are tailors, cobblers and factory workers, while carpenters and house painters are somewhat taller, and merchants and clerks are taller still. The narrow chest and the bent shoulders also seem to be typically Jewish —another penalty exacted by nature from unsanitary and crowded conditions in which these people have lived for centuries. In spite of their apparently poor physique, however, the Jews evince a marvelous vitality. The tenement sections in New York with the lowest death rate are those that hare the largest Jewish population; and the Jews seem, to a considerable degree, to be insusceptible to tuberculosis. In these facts some scientists see another illustration of the great law of natural selection; it is their theory that, in the face of ages of persecution and confinement within ghettos, the struggle for existence among the Jews has been so terrible that the weaker strains have been eliminated, leaving only the most efficient to perpetuate their kind.

Took the Hint.

A story is told of a certain English bishop well known for his verbosity who rose to address the house of lords on a very important occasion. /‘I will divide my speech under twelve heads,” he said, to the discomfort of his audience. The Marquis of Salisbury begged to be allowed to Interpose with a llttls anecdote. "A friend of mine was returning home late one night,” he said, "when opposite St. Paul’s he saw an Intoxicated man trying to ascertain the time on the big clock there. Just then it began to strike and slowly tolled out 12/ The man listened, looked hard at the clock and said: "Confound you! Why couldn’t you have said that all at once?’ ”

Not the Sealskin.

A speaker apropos of wifely sympathy said at a recent dinner in New York: “How hard it is when the wife is unsympathetic! Poor Jones trudged home through zero weather one winter night and, blowing on his frozen hands, said solemnly: " ‘Well, I’ve got the sack.’ '“Oh, you dear!' his wife cried. ‘The sealskin or the other one?’ “ ‘The other one,’ said Jones, laughing bitterly.”—Washington Star.

He Liked It All.

Johnnie, aged five, liked to go to his grandma’s to dinner. One day one pf his aunties said to him, “Johnnie, t think the only reason why you like to eat here is because of the dessert you are’sure to get." “Oh, no," said Johnnie, “I like the dinner too.” —Delineator. - When a girl hates the men, she Just naturally wants to heave a clod of dirt at every rooster she sees.