Jasper County Democrat, Volume 4, Number 29, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 October 1901 — CONDENSED STORIES. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

CONDENSED STORIES.

Not Exactly the Devil, but Harrlman, That Benedict Met. A good story is told at the expense of E. C. Benedict. During the May flurry in stocks he was a passenger on a commuters’ train into the city over the New Haven road. Mr. Benedict remembers faces well, hut is rather weak at hitching the right name to the right face. He knew the man by sight who chatted with him about the market. “ ’Spose you’re pretty busy on the floor of the exchange now?” said Mr. Benedict, to show that he remembered the face of his companion. “Fairly so, fairly so,” said the quiet man. “Keeps one jumping these days, I suppose, though I must say I haven’t been on the floor of the exchange for some years now,” said Mr. Benedict. “Pretty hustling times.” j “You’re on the floor and up to - your eyes in it, I suppose, with the market cavorting as it is,” contiurued Mr. Benedict. “Well, no; I don’t get on the floor myself, hut I’m pretty busy at times—busy enough to keep me out of mischief,” said the quiet one, who wouldn’t reveal his identity and plainly enjoyed Mr. Benedict’s discomfiture. “I take it you’re looking after the office end of the business,” parried Mr. Benedict. “\Y ell, it needs a good hand and a firm hand at the wheel these days. Reckon time doesn’t hang heavily on vour hands now, does it ?” “Not exactly; I usually get down two or three days each week and look ’em over if I have time. Like to keep the run of the office a hit, you know.” And so they chatted on until the Grand Central station was reached. Then Mr. Benedict rushed up to a man he did know and said: “For heaven’s sake, tell me who that man is over there. I rode into town with him and can’t for the life of mo think who it is.” “That—why, that’s E. IT. llarriman,” said the friend. “The devil!” exclaimed Mr. Benedict. “Not exactly; only Ilarriman,” was the laughing rt plv.

A Tale of Tol-toi. Tolstoi is fond of music and plays well on the piano. After tea his daughters and guests usually arrange an impromptu concert. Once, while a young lady was singing very badly, the little ones made a noise, and the count went to ask what they meant by being so ill mannered. “Don't you like the singing r ’ he asked. “That isn’t singing,” said the hoy—“she howls.” “And you desire to protest against her howling?” “Exactly so.” “ r lhen come with me and tell the lady of vo ir disapproval. It will he rude, bit honest. To create disturbance is indecent.” Always For Yale. Those who know Richard Mansfield’s peculiarities are acquainted with his keen desire that evorv little detail on the stage, especially as regards the “super-.” shall be in harmony. On tour Mr. Mansfield is more at the mercy of the “extra men,” for companies on the road have to depend for “supers” largely on the resources of the town in which they appear. In a college town the poorer students act as supers, and from their number the

entire ranks of the “army” and tlm “mob without” are recruited. Last winter Mr. Mansfield in “King Henry V.” visited New Haven. All his supers, numbering several score, were Vale students. In the play there is a battle scene, where tlie plumed knightH rush ir*> the breach crying, “For God, for country and King Hal.” One may imagine the awful shock to Mr. Mansfield’s artistic sense when the 200 knights yelled in mighty volume, “For God, for country and for Yale!”—Now York Times.

"FOR GOD, FOR COUNTRY AND FOR YALE!”