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- &R =—a) @lek 2y ’ e e 5 1 g j %—» ? g A .WL S <\ A T B & S : ) BRIGADIER : 5 St { GENERAL : WCHARLES ) & A \ KING ‘ 2 [Copyright, 1897, by F Tennysoa Neely.] CHAPTER XVII.—CONTINUED. “You're right. Look!” was Dean’s :sudden answer, for at the very instant there rode boldly, calmly into full view two young Indians, who with cool deliberation came jogging -on at gentle speed, straight toward the concealed bivouac of the troopers. Instantly Bruce reached for his carbine, and two or three of the men went sliding or crouching backward -down the slope as though in quest of their arms. Full eight hundred yards -away were the riders at the moment, -coming side by side in apparent unconcern. " “Don’t,” muttered Dean, with hand -outstretched. “They look anything but hostile.” “That’s when they’re most likely to be full of hell, sir,” was the prompt answer. “See! others are watching behind that knoll,” and indeed as Bruce declared, a feather-decked head «or two could be detected through the glass, peering over the summit. “Warn them to halt, then,” cried Pean. ‘‘But we cannot fire unless they provoke it.” Bruce was on his feet in a second. Standing erect and facing straight toward the coming pair, he raised his right hand, palm to the front, to the full length of his arm, and slowly motioned “stand.” Every plainsman knows the signal. In well-acted surprise the Indians reined their ponies flat back, and, shading their eyes with their hands a moment, remained motionless. Then as with one accord, =ach tossed aside his rifle, and one of ¢them further lifted high and displayed

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"“I cannot fire,” was the answer. “‘That’s their flag of truce and we must motignoreit. Let them come, sergeant; I'll meet them.” : T

CHAPTER XVIII

Remonstrance on part of his men would have been a violation of their rules of order. Obedient to the lieutenant’s instructions, Sergt. Bruce, with =vident reluctance, lowered his hand. Whoever these Indians weré they well understood the principles that governed civilized warfare. They well knew that the white soldiers would respect a flag of truce, though in their own vernacular they referred to the sacred emblem only as a “fool flag,” and sometimes used it, as did the Mo«docs five years later, to lure officers into ambush and deliberately murder ‘them. They knew the white soldiers would take no advantage of foemen gathered for conference or parley, and thus far the Sioux themselves had observed the custom which the Modocs basely violated when in cold blood they slaughtered Gen. Canby and the peace <ommissioners sent to treat with them, Confidently, therefore, came the two young warriors, but as l}ean raised kimself from the ground and was about to step forward the sergeant spoke: Vi, ; Fa “Beg pardon, sir, but these fellows know all our officers. They would rec--ognize you at once. The word would go to Red Cloud faster than any pony could gallop. Let me meet them, or let one of the men.” : The ponies were coming at a lope mnow, and not an instant was to be lost. The safety of his command might possibly depend on their not being recognized as of the troops before whose warbines Chaska, brother to Lizette, had met his death. “Perhaps you're right,” said Dean. ““Halt them again. Conroy, you go ~with Sergt. Bruce.” : Eagerly a young trooper, carbine in hand, sprang up and stood by the sergeant’s side as the latter repeated his warning signal. Obediently, yet not too promptly, shaowing evident desire to get where they could peer over the ravine and count the number of white “mevli and horses, the Indians again drew rein, this time barely 100 yards away. Then Bruce and Conroy, hold‘ing up their emptied rRinRG s fr. ward along the grassy slope, making fit‘. _ “Dismount.” n‘ __ln those days few of our cavalry Toe ot o fodan canpdign, the and distiguishing letters. Nothing in T I A . < FERUIR v L Ny . .

emissaries would give to the latter any clew as to the troop or regiment to which they belonged. Could they see the horses, however, the matter would be settled at once. The U. S. brand. with that of the number of the regimentand letter of the troop, showed on every cavalry mount in the serviee, and the Ogallallas knew the ear-marks of two, at least, of our cavalry regiments in ’6B as well as they did the cut of their own hair. But in the modesty of the non-commissioned officer Bruce had underrated his own prominence in Indian eyes. Not only did these keen observers know every officer by sight, and have for him some distinguishing name of their own, but many a trooper, easily singled out from his fellows because of his stature, or the color of his hair, or some physical peculiarity, was as well known as his captain or lieutenant, and Bruce, ex-trooper of the Scots greys, and now a model sergeant of Yankee cavalry, was already a marked man in the eyes of the southern Sioux. Brule, Minneconjou and Ogallalla knew him well — his aquiline beak, to which the men would sometimes slyly allude, having won him the Indian appellative of Posh Kopee or Big Nose. o ’

Before the two parties came within fifty yards of each other, therefore, watchers along the ravine saw the quick exchange of significant glances between the young -braves. “Twig that?” whispered Trooper Blaine, in low, emphatic tone. “Those fellows know ‘Scotty’ just as well as we do.” e

All the same, leaving their trained ponies tc nibble at the scanty bunch grass, the two came straight forward with extended hands and cordial “How, colah!” on their lips, one of them adding in agency English: “Want talk chief. ' Indian poor. Heap sick.” (And here he clasped his stomach with both hands.) “Want coffee, sugar. bread.”

“All right,” said Bruce promptly, noting the while how the roving black eyes searched the edge of the ravine. “Stay here. = Don’t come nearer. You got buffalo meat?” A grunt was the reply of one, 'a guttural “Buffalo, yes,” the answer of the other.

“Bring tongues., then,” and Bruce touched his own. “Five.” and he threw forward the outspread right hand, rapidly touching in succession the thumb and four fingers. “We give both hands full—coffee, sugar, hardtack,” and Bruce illustrated as he spoke. “That’s all!” he finished abruptly, with the well-known Indian sign that plainly tells “I have spoken—there is nothing more to say,” then calmly turned his back. and, bidding Conroy follow, started to return to his comrades at the ravine. .-

But Indian diplomacy was unsatisfled. The Sioux had found “Big Nose” to be one of the soldiers in the field. He, at‘least, was of the hated troop that fought and chased Burning Star and killed Chaska. The trail told them there were nearly a dozen in the party, all on shod horses, with two in lead—spare mounts or Pack-horses, doubtless—so they had extra rations and had come far; but why were they going this way, so far west of the usual road to the Big Horn posts? Why were they so few in number? Where were the rest? Why were they hidng here in the ravine. instead of marching? Answer to this last question was easy enough. It was to keep out of sight of Indian eyes, and needed no excuse. There was something behind this mysterious presence of ten or twelve soldiers in the southern foot-hills, and Machpealota would expect of his scouts full . information, hence the instant movement on part of one of the two braves to follow.

Impressively, Bruce turned again and waved him back. " “Go, get buffalo tongue,” said he, “or no trade. Keep away from our tepees,” and he drew with his spurred boot-heel a jagged line across the turf.’ “Your side,” said he, indicating the slope to the southeast of the line. “This—ours. That’s all!” And this time the Indian knew he must come no nearer.

“I've got ’em talking trade, lieutenant,”reported Bruce, the instant he reached Dean’s side. “We don’t need the tongues, but we’ve got more coffee and sugar than we are apt to want, and at least we can keep them interested until dark, when we can slip away. Of course, they’ve sent word to their main body that we’re over here, but I believe they can’t come in force before night.” “They knew you, sergeant, and they knew it is probably our troop.” said he. “There must be only a small party near us. Make your trade, but while you’re doing it we’il saddle. I mean to get out of this and into the thick of the timber before they can surround us.: Stand ’em off now, while we get ready.” - - Promises must be kept when made to an Indian,even if they are otherwise sometimes broken. In ten minutes, with coffee, sugar and hardtack in their hands, the sergeant and his comrades were back "at the front. Omne brave was still there, the other had vanished. Five minutes, neither party saying a word, the troopers waited; then Bruce turned to Conroy. “I knew they had nothing to trade. Take this sack with you and fall back. Tell our fellows to keep me well covered till I follow.” The instant the soldier started with the sack swung over his shoulder, the Indian, who had been squatted on .the turf, sprang up and began rapid expostulation in fluent Ogallalla. “It’s no use, young man,” interposed Bruce. “Your chum there has no buffalo tongues, and hé knew it. Here’s some hardtack for you,” and he spread one liberally with sugar and handed it to the ever-receptive paw, outstretched to grasp it. A glance over the shoulder showed that Conroy was nearly at the edge. Then, quietly, Bruce, too, began to retire. He had ‘not got ten paces, still facing his unwelcome visitor, when the Indian gave a shrill, sudden cry and tossed up his hands. Not a second too soon Bruce turned and darted for cover. The Indian flung himself flat on the turf and rolled away into a depression where he could find partial shelter from bullets from the ravine, whence he evidently looked for them, and out from behind the knoll, bridles held high, “quirts” lashing at their ponies’ flanks, darted half a. d@ax&ifit&d ‘savages, tearing down upon the spot at the top speed of their agile mounts. Only two men remained. wm;nmm‘,m and onc.

in saddle, were filing away up the guai trail that threaded the windings of the ravine, the two lead horses with them while a few yards behind the young officer and his comrade, halfway down the reverse slope, two others, afoot, handled the reins of their own horses and those of the lieutenant and men still held at the edge. It was an excit-ing-moment. Bruce had only a hundred yards to run before he could get under cover, and there was no chance of their hitting him at that range, yet a puff of smoke rose from the knoll and a bullet, nearly spent, came tumpling and singing up the turf, and the dashing warriors, yelling wildly, applauded the shot. Bruce took matters coolly. Leaping behind the shelter of the ledge, he reached for his carbine, and in a moment more, as the pursuing Indians came lashing within long range, four seasoned cavalry carbines, each with a keen eye at the sight and a steady finger at the trip, were leveled on the coming foe. Dean’s young heart beat hard, it must be owned, for hitherto the ‘lndians had been fighting in retreat or on the defensive, while now they came as though confident of suecess; but there was soldier exultation and something like savage joy mingling with the thrill of excitement.

“There’s more behind those beggars, sir,” growled Conroy, a veteran at Indian work, ‘“but they’ll sheer off when they get within 300 yards.” On they came, shields and lances dangling, ponies on the keen jump, feathers and pennons streaming on the wind. But, just as Conroy said, no sooner was Bruce safely under cover and they felt themselves drawing within dangerous range than, fan-like, they opened out to right and left, and, yelling still like fiends, veered in wide circle from their line of attack, and ducking over theii ponies’ shoulders, clinging with one leg to the upright part of the cantle, they seemed to invite the fire of their white foe—and got it. A daring fellow in the lead. came streaking slantwise across the front, as though aiming to pick up the comrade lurking in the dip of the prairie-like slope, and Conroy’s carbine was the first to bark, followed almost instantly by Dean’s. The seurrying pony threw up his wall-eyed head and lashed with his feathered tail, evidently hit, but not checked, for under the whip he rushed gamely on until another bullet, whistling within a foot of his neck, warned the red rider that he was far too close for safety, for with halting gait the pony turned i and labored off the field, and presently was seen to be staggering. *“Score one for our side,” laughed the Irishman, in glee. “Now’s your time, sergeant.” But Bruce, reloading, was gazing sternly at the distant knoll. The other warriors, riding right and left, were now chasing crosswise over the billowy -slopes, keeping up a fire of taunt and chaff and shrill war cries, but never again venturing within 300 yards—never wasting a shot. “I thought so,” suddenly cried the sergeant. ‘““They’re signaling from the knoll. They never would have attacked with so few, unless there were dozens ~more within sight. Now's our time, lieutenant. We can mount and ride like hell to the timber—l beg your pardon, sir,” he broke off, suddenly. “I didn’t mean to say what the licutenant should do.” : ' “*No'apologies,” laughed Dean, his eyes snapping with the vim of the fight. “Glad ycu see the truth of what I said. Come on. Mount quickly, men.”

Two minutes more and the entire party of bluecoats were spurring swiftly northward up the winding gorge, the pack horses lumbering alongside. Eagerly Dean and Bruce in the lead looked right and left for a game trail leading up the slope, for well they knew that the moment their reenforce-

ments came the warriors would dash into the ravine and, finding their antagonists fled, would pursue along the banks. It would never do to be caught in such a trap. A gallop of a quarter of a mile and, off to the right, a branch ravine opened out to higher ground, and into this the leaders dove and, checking speed, rode at the trot until the. ascent grew steep. Five minutes more and they were well up toward the head of the gulch and presently found themselves nearly on a level with the hillsides about them. Here, too, were -scattered pine trees and a few serub oak. The timber, then, was close at hand. Signaling halt to the climbing column, Dean and Bruce, springing from saddile, secrambled up the bank to their right and peered cautiously back down over the tumbling waves of the foothills, and what they saw was enough to blanch the cheek of even veteran Indian fighters. : Far over to the east, beyond an intervening ridge and under the dun cloud of dust, the earth was black for ‘miles with herds of running buffalo. Far down to the southeast, here, there and everywhere over the land, the slopes were dotted with little knots of Indian ‘braves—they could be nothing else—all riding like mad, coming straight toward them. = Machpealota probably had launched his whole force on the trail of the luckless troopers. [To Be Continued.J - £ s

;... Retort Courteous,

A recent English visitor to India relates the following incident of travel to show the character of the intercourse between the English and the resident population of that country. The Parsees have been scarcely: longer in the peninsula than have the English. They are the ancient fire worshippers of the east. : “Another Englishman and I were on the night train, and we were the sole occupants of the compartment. It was near midnight and we were stretched on our respective couches, when our slumbers were disturbed by the entrance of a family of four or five Parsees, among whom were a lady and a child and an old gentleman of somewhat feeble but refined appearance. Of course, although we were not disturbed, there was a little conversation and discussion while couches were being prepared and berths let down, and so forth, till at last my fellow countryman, losing his little store of patience, rolled over among his rugs with a growl: ‘1 wish you would stop that chattering. Ejym‘é;?a-rsm!’ To which remark, whex they had settled themselves a little, ‘one of the men replied: ‘Please go ta sleep now,“Mr. Gentleman.’ "—Youth'’s Companion. . 42

He Is a Fool. . He is a fool who thinks that others do uot think.—Chicage Daily News,

THEE SUNDAY SCHOOL.

«esson in the International Series for January 6, 1901—Jesus Anointed at Bethamy.

[Prepared by H. C. Lenington.) THE LESSON TEXT. ; : (Matthew 26:6-16.)

6. Now when Jesus was in Bethany, lin ‘he house of Simon the leper, 7. There came unto Him a woman having an alabaster box of very precious ointment, and poured it on His head, as He sat at meat.

' 8. But when His disciples saw it, they had indignation, saying: To what purpose is. this waste? 9. For this ointment might have been sold for much, and given to the poor. 10. Wheh Jesus understood it, He said unto them: Why trouble ye the woman? for she hath wrought a good work upon me.

11. For ye have the poor always with you; but Me ye have not always.

12. For in that she hath poured this ointment on my body, she did it for my burial. 13. Verily I say unto you: Wheresoever this Gospel shall be preached in the whole world, there shall also this, that this woman hath done, be told for a memorial of her. %

14. Then one of the 12, called Judas Iscarfot, went unto the chief priests, 15. And said unto them: What will ye give me, and I will deliver Him unto you? And they covenanted with him for 30 pieces of silver. :

16. And from. that time he sought oppor= tunity to betray Him. GOLDEN TEXT.—She hath done what she could.—Mark 14:8, NOTES AND COMMENTS.

From Jericho Jesus went to Beths any, arriving there Friday afternoon, March 31, A. D. 30. This marks the beginning of the last week of Jesus’ life. On Saturday Jesus had supper at the house of one “Simon the leper.” This man could not have been a leper at this time, having probably been healed by Jesus. He had cause for execeptional gratitude, and this supper was an expression of that gratitude.

LESSON ANALYSIS.

The Anointing of Je5u5.............V5. 6-17 False Criticismn of Disciples........ Vs. 8 9 Mary’s Act C0mmended.............V5. 10-13 A'Striking Clontrast .. .. ........ . . Ve.l4-16

The Anointing of Jesus. — While Jesus was al supper in the house of Simon, Mary came to Jesus to do an act of loving homage. This Mary was the sister of Martha and Lazarus. Her act was to anoint the head, and, according to John, also the feet, of Jesus, with oil. It was not uncommon for rabbis to be so honored, and Mary chose this method of honoring her Master. Anointing the feet was not so usual as anointing the head, and Mary’s act showed extreme humility as well as affection. Another point brought out was the costliness of the ointment. To Mary nothing within her power to secure was too costly to give to Jesus. The Criticisin of the Disciples.—lt was the costliness of the spikenard that furnished the basis of the criticism of the disciples. They were indignant and usked: “To what purpose is this waste?” It is interesting to note that, while all (or at the least most) of the disciples shared the feeling, it was Judas Iscariot who put this question to Jesus. This fact we learn: from John’s record (John 12: 4-5). Judas had no love in his heart, and could not therefore sympathize with Mary’s loving act. Judas, too, was the treasurer of this little company of "disciples. He asks why the ointment had not been sold, and the proceeds given to his bag. He gains the sympathy of the other disciples by suggesting that it ought to have been given to the poor.

Mary’s Act Commended.—Judas’ ar=gument was plausible, to most people it would be convincing. The weak point, in it was that the emphasis is laid on the gift, not upon the spirit which prompted the gift. ' Jesus improved every occasion to emphasize the spirit behind the act. A gift to the poor is commendable, if love prompts the gift it is better by tenfold. Mary’s deed was an act of love, therefore commendable in itself. But another reason for commendiing the deed was the fact that Jesus in the physical man could not always be with them. The indefinite poor the. world would always have. Another point to be noticed is the fact that the standard of judgment K has much to do with whether such an act would be waste. It would undoubtedly have been waste had it not been the spontaneous outburst of a loving heart. Following the natural impulse was infinitely better for Mary; to another Jesus would undoubtedly have taken a gift to the poor as a sign of homage to Himself, for at another time He said: “Inasmuch as ye did it unto one of these, my brethren, even these least, ye did it unto me.”

A Striking Contrast.—The last three verses of the lesson present a striking contrast to the loving act commended by Jesus. Judas, who had: been the leader of the criticism against Mary at this time bargained to deliver Jesus into the hands of His enemies. This deed was undoubtedly provoked by the implied rebuke of Jesus, for Jesus’ commendation of Mary was surely a rebuke to Judas. Another suggestion is that Judas had aspired to he treasurer of the kingdom Jesus was to establish. He saw his hope was not. well-founded, for Jesus here spoke of His ‘‘burial,” and on other occasions had foretold His death. Disappointed'Judas sold his Master, and for a sum that was equal to only two-fifths of the value of the ipikenard.

EDUCATIONAL INTERESTS.

There exist at present in Germany, distributed in 605 places, 861 schools and institutes wherein manual training is carried on in 1,514 workshops. ' When the high school courses for girls were opened at Moscow a few weeks ago, the number of students was fixed at 200. There were, however, 250 applicants at the start. Henry Phipps is to build and present to Pittsburgh the Phipps school of botany. The object is to provide proper class rooms wheré pupils of the city schools—and others—may assemble by appointment to study the rare botanical specimens to be found in the Phipps conservatories., i

At the recent meeting of the Connecticut Valley grammar school masters, held in Springfield, Mass.,, Dr. Balliet delivered an interesting address on the schools of Germany. The high school teacher in eGrmany is a scholar, a writer of books and often a teacherin one of the universities. The average teaching in Germany -is better than in this country, and much of the teaching here would not be tolerated in Germany. Bl e

TWO M'RINLEY ELUNDERS.

How the Administration Is Betraying the Interests of the

People,

An administration is to be judged gquite as much by what it attempts to do as by what it actually does. The success of the Hay-Pauncefote treaty and of the ship subsidy bill is not necessary to show where .the MecKinley administration stands. It has attempted to “dish” the Monroe doctrine and it has attempted to open the doors .of the treasury to a raid as inexcusable as it is dishonest.

The suspicion existing for some time that there is a secret understanding of some description between the American and British governments is immensely strengthened by the circumstances under which the HayPauncefote treaty was negotiated and has been pressed upon the senate. .In one sense it is not important whether the Nicaragua canal be fortified or not. The nation with the most powerful navy will probably control the use of it in case of war. It is of importance, however, whether the United States shall recognize the right of any European nation to interfere in a matter concerning American interests so closely as the Nicaragua canal does. It has been known and admitted for 50 years that the = Clayton-Bulwer treaty, in which British claims to rights on the isthmus are recognized, was a mistake of great magnitude, to call it by no harsher name, and, in view of the fact that the treaty has been violated, and by one American administration has been denounced, it has been held by some of the ablest of American lawyers that it is mno longer in force. The present administration has aoted on the theory that the treaty was still of binding force, and that in negotiating a new convention it was necessary to renew the recognition of British claims which made the earlier treaty so offensive to most Americans. - i

There was one excuse for Mr. Clayton which Mr. Hay cannot urge. In Mr. Clayton’s day it was proposed to construct the canal with British capital. In Mr. Hay’s day it is the intention to employ American money, and the people’s money at that. What might have been urged as a concession of necessity in 1850 becomes, under the changed conditions in 1900, a surrender without palliation and without a purpose, except as there may be a secret understanding of some kind between the two governments.

If the right of any European power to interfere in" the matter of .an isthmian canal in America be admitted we shall prepare a world of trouble for ourselves. While the Monroe doctrine does not specifically cover this question, the importance of the canal in a military sense is so great that the nation in Europe which has anything to say about the canal will be in a position also to say a great deal about the matters with which the Monroe doctrine does deal wit} much particularity. Whether there be fortifications at the entrance of the canal or not is a question which should be settled by the United States and by no other nation. The ‘canal is to be built, if built at all, with American money. It will necessarily become an important factor in the coast defense of the republic. To complete this great enterprise with American money and then to relinquish American sovereignty over it would make the canal a source of weakness rather than of strength. It\v:flere better that there were no candl than that hundreds of millions of American money should be expended in an undertaking so vital to our own interests and which on completion would pass beyond our control It has been held for half a century that Mr. Clayton was hoodwinked in his negotiations with Bulwer. With his example before the people all these years and with the knowledge of his mistake impressed upon all his successors, as it has been, what shall be said of Mr. John Hay, who enters deliberately into such another trap, baited, in all probability, in exactly the same manner? The apparent unwillingness of the United States senate to become a party to his folly is very creditable to it. J Mr. Hanna’s intense personal interest in thfi proposed ship subsidy bill furnishes stronger evidence of the administration’s attitude on this subject than anything which has appeared in the written or spoken uttsrances of the president. : The subsidy scheme is an administfation measure. It is intended to enrich men who have commended themselves to the administration. It is unnecessary. It is extravagant. It is undoubtedly corrupt. 'lt certainly will take millions of money wrung from the people by taxation and bestow it upon interests which have no claim whatever upon the generosity of the public. In its best aspect it is a lavish gift of public money under false pretenses to men already rich. In its worst aspect it is an unpardonable robbery of the people,-involving personal dishonesty on the part of some of its promoters. g o

In both of these matters Mr. MeKinley’s administration has already made its record and must be judged accordingly. It has done its best in both cases to betray the interests of the people. Whether congress shall assent or not, the administration has committed itself beyond:-the power of anybody or anything to extricate it or to find excuse in wisdom and honesty for its course.—Chicago Chronicle.

——We have been told that the president means to pursue a peaceful policy, but the scepter of peace is sometimes concealed under an iron hand. Certainly none of the visible signs of a peaceful policy are as yet apparent. The president wants the army and navy increased and would like to have discretionary powers vested in him to swing the pendulum of war as he will. What kind of a “world power” does the administration propose to have us be?—Baltimore Sun.

~——The fallacy of protection has been naturally weakened by the tremendously increased demand for American goods abroad, and it has res ceived a more deadly blow still through the new issue of expansion. It is, as a matter of abstract reason, as effete as the fugitive slave law.—Kansas City Times. oo

('g i/ .?Y D ' 9 “S A |&)] « ] > £ '5 : kf.'r"" e‘ p ’\ o - - { . l - E."Ff\ B 5 s Lrr® A PICHUC Sy | * B - Y= : “”J ——t‘i-' . < ANNNNt Nt et et et e e NI~ : TWO SIDES. ) ‘“Dear! dear! How it rains!”’ growls little Jack, ; With a frown and a pout and a gathering tear. “Of all the days in the almanac, To think of its‘raining to-day. Dear! dear! ‘“There were so many things I wanted to do, There’s my brand-new stilts that I haven’t tried, And my big velocipede, red and blue, That I never shall get a chance to ride. “If only it hadn’t rained! Oh, dear! It’s perfectly dreadful. Idon’t know how I'm going to stand it, poked up here. It’s just too horribfy mean—so now!”’ “Well, well, it’s paining!” says little Sue, With her sunny smile, no whit less gay; ““And now let me think what I can do, For I certainly can’'t go out to-day. *“There’s the beds to make and the floorsto sweep. : I’'m going to help. Ican, I.know. There's the darling baby to rock to sleep. There’s the blocks of my patchwork quiit to sew. ’ “Oh, I'm sure there are plenty of things to be done, And I'm sure, too, it’s the nicest way, For I shan’t have a minute of time—not one— To be sorry that it’s a rainy day.” —Emma A. Opper, i 1 Gelden Days.

HEROIC LIFE SAVERS.

A Deed of Daring and Devotion Which Deserves to Be Immortalized in Prose and Verse,

- In St. Nicholas Lieut. Worth G. Ross. United States revenue cutter service, tells of an extraordinary rescue on the shore of Lake Superior. A schooner and steam barge were stranded at Marquette, and after making heroic efforts all day long to succor the survivors, the would-be rescuers telegraphed to a regular life-saving crew. Some one proposed this as-a last resort. It seemed like a forlorn hope, for the nearest station was then at Ship canal, 110 miles distant! However, the chance, meager as it looked. was considered worth taking, and arrangements were at once begun to bring the life-boat and its crew. A telegram, which had to be carried six miles by a tug, was sent to the keeper of the station, telling of the peril of the sailors. The managers of the railroad offered a special train to bring the surfmen and their apparatu to Marquette. As soon as the keeper received the message, he and his men. with the life-boat, wreck-gun, and all necessary appurtenances, were taken on the tug, which steamed as fast as she could to Houghton, where was waiting a train consisting of an engine, a passenger coach and two flat cars. It took the life-savers but a short time, with the helpers who vol: unteered, to put the apparatus o 1 board the cars and secure it, after which the train sped swiftly out into the night on her merciful errand, followed by the resounding cheers of the ecrowd of persons who had come upon the scene. Perhaps no life-saving -cerew had ever before started out on a journey so exceptional. They were stirred to the noblest impulses by its intense significance, and had determined among themselves to do or die in the perilous task before them. Although the track was heavy with snow, the powerful locomotive raced on at higk speed through the driving tempest, at times almost reaching the rate of a mile a minute. The coating of snow made the engine and cars look strangely grotesque as the train

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pulled into the railway station - at Marquette, after a run (with its necessary stoppages) that had never been matched under the circumstances. It was nearly midnight when the crowd of expectant and cheering men helped the life-savers and their appliances from the cars. Wagons and.sleighs had been provided to take them to the lake, and also a plentiful supply of food for ‘the halfstarved sailors:- when they should be brought ashore. i After a hard trip along the dark beach, in the wash of the surf, which was thick with driftwood, the stationcrew finally arrived abreast of the vessels. A throng of people were there before them, anxiously awaiting their arrival. The bonfires which had been kept burning gave needed light to the workers, and, in view of the great seas that were tumbling in, it was thought best to attempt first a rescue by means of lines. One was fired over the steam-barge amidships, but it appears that the sailors were prevented from getting it by the rush of breakers across the decks. The keeper now decided to use the boat. There were two reefs to pass, over which the waves were dashing with frightful fury. The. lifeboat erossed the first one, shipping three seas on the way; but, the rudder becoming disabled, the men were obliged to return. While repairs were being made another shot was fired over the yessel, but no one reached tg!iine i o _ At daybreak the boat was again launched, and by strenuous and updwanted exertions the oarsmen held Suithele work, ancceaded fh eromtiny

with ice, the seas having frozen om the planking, and being thus weighted down, it was considered prudent to take in only nine of the vessel’s crew. With these a start was made for the shore, which was regained after another valiant and perilous passage. . Two more trips were made to the wrecks by the life-savers, their boat at times being flooded and partially beaten back, and once nearly thrown end over end on the reef. The men themselves were drenched with icy water, which made their work ‘much harder to endure. s ion Their heroic and indomitable efforts were erowned with full success, every one on the two vessels, 24 in all, being saved. Many of these were almost frozen and nearly starved, and were immediately taken by the citizens to the fires on the beach where there was food. I cannot do better here than to quote from the report of the general superintendent of the life-saving service touching this - memorable achievement of the Ship canal crew: “To have come rushing through the night and tempest over so many snowy leagues to the rescue of a group of despairing sailors, and then. with hearts greater than danger. to have gone out again and again through the dreadful breakers and brought every man ashore, was a feat 80 boldly adventurous that the current accounts of it in the public journals roused, at the time, the whole lake region to intense enthusiasm, and sent thrills of sympathy and admiration through the country.”

WITCH HAZEL SEEDS.

They Are Expelled from the Pods with a Foree and Sound of Fairy Artillery.

What boy or girl who has ever gone nutting in October has not been arrested among the underbrush by a sound of fairy artillery, or even been hit on the cheek by a solid'piece of ammunition in the shape of a glossy black seed ? asks Dora Read Goodale in St. Nicholas. Looking about for your assailant, you see only a tall shrub, whose -leafless branches are hung with fringes of gold, and wonder, perhaps, why those delicate blossoms mature at a time when meost wild flowers have finished their season’s work—when, as Bryant says: “Frosts and shortening days portend The aged Year is near his end.” But look closer among those tardy gold fringes and you will see clusters of oddly ‘shaped pods, some empty and

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The witch-hazel is common over all eastern America, and any young naturalist may see it sowing its crops or lighting the woods with its elfin smile as late as Thanksgiving day.

Canary Kills a Mouse. - ; The canary is the most timid of birds, and it is not unusual for one to die out of sheer fright, or from the shock of a Joud report. But there are exceptions to all rules. A Long Island man has a canary and the other day a mouse got into its cage and attacked it. Instead of succumbing at once, the canary bird showed fight. The bird used its beak on the mouse’s head, and, although bitten about the legs in several places, generally succeeded in getting away after each attack, and in the end sueceeded in killing its foe. After the battle the gallant little bird mounted its highest perch and sang joyously for several minutes, as if celebrating its victory. When the man was removing the dead mouse from the cage, the canary jumped from its perch -and agaifl dug its beak into its late adversary’s head, and then remounted its perch to resume its song of triumph. -—*————————’. : ~ The World’s Fault. “There is one thing I like about you,” said the intimate friend, “and that is your lack of vanity. You don’t pretend to be the greatest actor the w& bas ever seen.” . . “No,” answered Mrstu;gmxm be, if .the world would only come to L TR : ST S R ‘fir‘:%—g« %