Rensselaer Republican, Volume 22, Number 39, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 May 1890 — Page 2

VICIOUS HORSES.

SOME SPECIMEN LESSONS SHOWINC riOW THEY ARE TAMED. The Bight Cue of the Word “Who*,” and the Advantage* of Throwing a Hone In Order to Teach Him. Tbe accompanying pictures represent some scenes in the work or Oscar R. Gleason, the horso professor, the Rarey of these days. He has been giving lessons in New York, says the Sun, and on the night when this particular exhibition was given the first horse brought in for Mr. Gleason to tackle was a kicker. His owner wanted to use him with a buggy for his family, but the animal didn’t care to have anything to do with a buggy except to smash it with his hind feet and then ruu away with the pieces. The horse was good looking. He was brought into the tanbark enclosure with only a halter and the harness shown in the first picture. Mr. Gleason said his plan was tothrow the horse to the ground. He stood on the nigh side and held in his right hand a rope which passed under the surcingle down to the fore leg, as represented in the drawing. Mr. Gleason pulled on this rope. It drew the

GETTING A KICKER DOWN.

horse's foot up to his body; then he took hold of the halter with his left hand and palled the horse's bead around to him. As he did so he placed his right elbow against the animal’s side and sang out: “Lie down.” The beast was scared at first by this unusual treatment The pulling up of his fore leg hurt just a little and he manifested his disapproval of the necessity of standing upon three legs by fighting and trying to kick. This opposition lasted some three minutes. ’ Mr. Gleason held to his head, and kept it yanked around, and at last the astonished brute went down. Theu Mr. Gleason let him get up, and repeated the performance several times, always using the command “Lie dowD, lie down, sir!” as he pulled upon the rope and the halter. Here is how the horse looked when he was downed. But this was only the first step. Horses have no reasoning faculties beyond the limits of their experience. It is only through an act that something may be impressed upon them. This horse had had his own way with his owner and ■With everybody until Mr. Gleason had taken him in hand. He had contracted the bad habit of kicking; he had kicked viciously wheuever anyone tried to command his services, and by kicking he kept himself free. The horse knows this, and he knows it is a power. But here comes a man who by a harness device upon his fore leg succeeds in throwing him no matter how much he kicks. The horse appreciates this, and he realises that this new man has deprived him of his former power. The conceit is taken out of him; he begins to think that the man is his master. This Accomplished, Mr. Gleason’s next move is

TEACHING A KICKER TO SUBMIT TO REINS.

to get the horse to obey the reins and run about without kicking. It was just a little difficult to get the reins in place on the horse in this experiment, but when it was done Mr. Gleason cracked his whip and sang out to the horse to go ahead. He did go ahead; he ran so fast that Mr. Gleason had to make his long legs move mighty quick to keep up with the running beast. Then suddenly th v horse lifted his heels and began kicking savagely. Instantly Mr. Gleason pulled on the rope leading to the fore leg and calling out: “Take care there, sirjj’ brought the kicker to his kuces. That fall, following after hts attempted kicking. and a number of other fails coming after other attempts to kick, taught the horse that It was not proper to kick, that Just as certainly ns he kicked he would be tumbled to the ground. It took the trainer some twenty minutes to teach the horse that it was wrong to kick, and that an Attennu to kick would be followed by a forced fall. In his management of the borse Mr. Gleason punished him only for the fault of kicking. The result was that finally the animal saw fit to run around the tanbark quietly aud iiood naiuredly. Tbe spectators looked on with interest, but the owner was the most interested. A boy was called up to try to drive tbe subdued horse. The lad took the reins and everything was all right. Then the owner tried ft. and, for the first time, had no difficulty in managing the horse. Another horse was brought in. This was one that was easily frightened by borsos and strange objects. His sire and dam bad givea him good blood, but his early training had been defective. The slightest strange object frightened him, and it wae not safe to drive him anywhere. When be was brought to the tanbark Mr. Glesaon pat on a peculiar MMnter ii ‘-f.

bridle of his own device, and drove him about as-fast as he could follow him. Mr. Gleason earned a long snapping whip, and first taught the horse the meaning of the word “Whoa.” This, he thinks, is the greatest command in horsemanship. As he drove the animal around, stopping here and there before the boxes of the spectators, he said: “It is the habit of almost every person, when to use the word ‘Whoa’ contin-

THEY CAN'T SCARE HIM.

ually. But I want to say that you should never use the word except when you want your horse to stop. If you are driving along a street and you come to a crossing or a bad place, and you wish your horse to slack up in speed use this language: ‘Steady, there, my boy.’ But when you wish him to stop then speak out sharply and firmly, ‘Whoa!’ If you will practice this in driving you will have yous horse in two weeks so.tbat he will understand every command that you give him. You must never give many meanings to one word. You must never lie to your horse or deceive him. You do deceive him if, when you want him merely to slacken in speed you say ‘Whoa,’ and then later when you want him to stop and stand still you say‘Whoa.’ How can a horse understand just what you want of him if this is the systemyou pursue? Never say ‘Whoa’ unless you mean it, and when you say It, "see"-that the horse stops.” Mr. Gleason started the horse around, and drilled him on the true import of the command, ‘Whoa!’ Beginning on his fright lesson, he said: “You must make vour horse understand by examination and experience that the things liable to frighten are really harmless. You must be sure not to whip him for being frightened. Always let your horse face the object of fear, and when frightened remember that the slower you move your horse the more power you have over him. There are times when letting a horse trot Is almost as bad as letting him run away.”

WHIRLING A HORSE THAT OBJECTS TO HARNESS.

Two attendants then came into the tanbark enclosure. One carried an open umbrella, the other a bass drum. While Mr. Gleason drove the horse along, the attendant with the umbrella loomed up before tbe horse and flaunted the umbrella in the animal’s face. It scared the brute and he started to plunge. The instant the trainer saw Hie horse tremble with fear he snapped his whip sharply and shouted “Whoal” because neither this nor any other horse can think of two things at once. The animal at once halted and stood stock stiU. “You see,” said Mr. Gleason, “that the horse is distracted by the umbrella, so I distract him from that distraction by the crack of the whip and the command ‘Whoa.’ The horse stands there looking at the flaunted umbrella. It is some distance from him, and though it is being waved vigorously, he sees that it does not hurt him. Now I have the man with tbe umbrella come nearer. He waves it more fiercely. See, the horse is just a little frightened. He—“Whoal Whoa!” and crack, snap, whack, goes the whip as the tamer breaks in on his lecture to call the horse from the scare that the approach of the umbrella had caused: It was a splendid picture of how a man with only his little human strength can overcome a frightened horse about to rear and jump off with all his brute force. The muscles of the shapely neck quivered, the long body heaved, the tendons of the legs stuck out, and the big four-footed beast hesitated in his sudden, fierce demonstration of superior force, and then, trembling under the tension of unexpended effort, became quieter, and at last absolutely quiet. He stood rooted in the tracks; the umbrella was shaking before his eyes, Gleason

WON’T RUN FROM POWER CRACKER.

held the reins loose, and the spectators burst into applause. And now up and down the tanbark the trainer drives tbr horse. Tbe fellow with the umbrella runs before the horfie and by his side and shakes the umbrella before his eyor and_by his side, but it has no effect. "Bring on the drum,” exclaims Mr. Gleason. When the boy beats it, the brute rears a little, but the whip snap* and the word '‘Whoal” brings the horse to his calmer senses. Ha makes up his mind Anally that neither the umbrella or the dram can hart him. Them they

throw newspapers in his face. Most horses would run away if on a country road, or anywhere, in fact, a bundle ol loose papers were thrown at them. Tbil horse, however, did not get the chancq to run away. When the first papers wore flung at him the word “Whoa!” was sufficient alone, and Gleason did no| have to snap the whip once. Then they tied a string of bells around the horse’i belly and a string of tin pans to his taij and set him going. At first the beast acted as if he wanted to kick and tear about, but tbe exclamation “Whoa!” calmed him. Then Gleason fired off q gun over the animal’s head. It startled the spectators and made the horse jump. “Whoa!" quieted him, however, and as. ter a few more discharges of the weapon the horse stood still without even the reassuring word. This was all pretty good, but Mr. Gleason said he could “go it one better.” He took off the head harness, and, calling up his attendants, they went through the noisy perform* ance without the animal being in ths slightest degree disturbed. The picture, “They can't scare him,” shows how it is done.

A Marvelous Escape.

“It was in 1882, on the 27th of June; you will see why I have no trouble in remembering the date. “It had been an exceedingly hot day, not a cloud to be seen, with the sun beating fiercely down, and not a breath of air stirring. We sat out on the porch after supper, trying to find a cool place. The clouds were beginning to gather, and it looked as if there might be a shower. The three little ones went early to bed, and in spite of the oppressive heat were soon fast asleep.

“It couldn’t have been far from eight o’clock when I heard a sound which lat first thought was thunder. The others noticed it, too, and as it grew louder, a terrible rushing sound came with it, and we looked at one another in silence for a minute, and then ran to where we could look out westward. “My heart almost stopped beating, when I saw coming toward us with terrific speed a black, funnel-shaped cloud, the rush and roar accompanying it growing louder every minute. “‘Run for the cellar!’ I cried. My wife ran and seized the baby, and I caught up the two other children from the bed. There was no time to lose. • ‘“The one who first reached the cel-lar-door—it was one of the older children—had just time to seize the knob, nothing more, when—crash! such a terrific noise! I felt myself lifted in in the air, and thought my time had come. The next thing I knew, I felt the splash of cold water in my face. I must have lost consciousness, but the water revived me, and in a moment I knew where I was. “I had come down head first into the well! “The water was some ten feet deep. I was thoroughly at home in the water, though I wasn’t used to diving in that fashion, and I managed to right myself. and come up head fii’st. “The well was u'ot nrore than three feet across, and the pump had been broken off and carried away, leaving a two-inch iron pipe standing straight up in the middle. I was very nearly out of breath when I came to the top of the water. My hands touched something floating on the surface. I thought it was the cat; imagine my surprise when I found it Was Charlie, our five-year-old boy! “He was terribly frightened, and as amazed as I was, to find himself not alone in the well. The wonder was that we were not both of us impaled on that iron pipe; how we escaped it I can not understand.

“The cyclone had passed on, and a terrific, steady wind was blowing. I could hear it roar above our heads; and by the flashes of lightning I could see that the rain fell in torrents. We were both so wet we didn’t mind the little extra water that splashed down on us, and as soon as possible I raised Gharlie to my shoulders, and by aid of the pipe managed to work my way up to the top of the well. This took some little time, and the wind and rain had nearly ceased when I set my feet on solid earth again, and found we were unhurt.” —M. Louise Ford, in St. Nicholas.

The “Whisperphone.”

A doubtless veracious reporter of the Ansonia (Ct.) Sentinel tells this story: “Recently a mau appeared in Birmingham and sold for $2 each a little instrument which he claimed would greatly facilitate talk by telephone. He even claimed you could hear a woman whispering a mile away —over the 1 wire, of course. The result was that he easily disposed of several of the instruments, which he termed ‘whisper-i phones.’ As a general thing they have,', with the imagination, assisted the' transmission and added the receiving' messages immensely. But the Dovelty is wearing out; and likewise the patience of the people. With One maul this is particularly the case. The person called a reporter into his store and confidentially told him that he had ‘just taken that blank thing off that telephone and walked all over it, and he said further: ‘When it was neces; sarv to use seives to scrape husks off his voice he’d borrow one from his wife.’ The ‘whisperphone’ has not proved successful.”

The Literary Boom in Omaha.

It was during the period of the cataloguing that a well-known lady of this city came to the little window and asked for a novel. The librarain took one from the shelves that she thought would pleaao tho applicant, when the lady stopped her by sayiug: “The next one, please—the next volume.” The librarian gave her the desired book. “You see, ’ the lady said in explanation, “it just matches my dress.” and she held the brilliant tan cover against her gown iu confirmation of the'statement.—Omaha World-Herald.

A Burnt Child Dreads the Fire.

Jawfcins—l wonder why old Guffj never marriedP He looks so melancholy when conversation turns on woman that I am Afraid there is some ■ad romance connected with bis youth. , there is; he got nipped so: badly m a breach of promise case t-hat he could, never look at a woman slooe.

If This Old World Turned Round.

If this old world of ours turned around the other way. Would there be more of Joy in store than ws may find to-day: Would all the cares that fall across the weary hearts of men And all the sin and all the grief be quite for* gotten then; And would the glad and gracious dreams we sometimes dream come true. And skies so darkly clouded now be one eternal blue; Would all our cherished ships come ill that tides and winds delay If this old world of ours turned around tho Other way? if this old world of ours turned around the other way, Would faith and doubt play In and out our changeful hearts for aye; Would vibe and virtue, joy and grief, sunshine and shadow blend. Could we not clearly choose between a foeman and a friend: Would roses sweetly blossom without the crufel thorn And lilies in the heat of noon retain the dew of morn; Would there be softer music In the babbling brooklet’s play If this old world of ours turned around the other way? If this old world of ours turned around the other way. Still you and 1 would sadly sigh and all our pleasures slay; We'd miss the tender beauty of the azure summer skies Because of self-made clouds we’d place before our blinded eyes; We would not prize the roses fair nor hear the brooklet’s soDg. Each gracious gift that crowns the right we’d - - forfeit with a wrong. We’d have the grief and joy and doubt and hope we have to-day If this old world of ours turned round the other way.

ONE AMONG A HUNDRED.

“Amy, thar cums Hugh Peterson down the lane. Jes’ run in and put on yore blue caliker. I’ll talk long wi’ him till yo’ oums out.” The speaker, a tall, dark-eyed, elderly woman, addressed a gentle-faced firl of about 20, who was gathering a ouquet of roses by her side. It was winter; but in Florida roses are especially fine in December, and Amy Wilson had the rarest collection in the country. She turned slowly toward her mother, adding a bud here and there to her basket, already piled, as she did so. “No, mother. This dress looks well enough, and I cannot entertain him this afternoon, I promised to carry this basket of flowers to Lena Pratt, to help decorate the church to-morrow, and she will wait for mo.”

“I do b’leeve yo’ got no grain o’ sense, Amy Wilson—to turn yore back on a good-lookin’ well-to-do young fellow like Hugh Peterson! To jes’ snub him straight ’long! I declar’, yo’ vex me!” with a frown on her unusually placid brow, as she looked searchingly into the fair face of the girl before her. Amy laughed, and tapped her lovingly upon the cheek with brown, but slender fiugers. “He is almost here, mother, and I will go in and slip out the back way. You can make excuses for me, for indeed I eauuol disappoint Lena.” “ And she was gone before her mother could add a word.

The day was perfect, and, walking through the sweet-smelling pines, Amy sighed contentedly. The pleasant green of the woods never framed a sweeter or fairer picture than she made, with her basket of roses on her arm and her deep-gray eyes turned dreamily upon the familiar prospect around her. Her parents belonged to the “cracker” caste, but they were thrifty and industrious and had given their children the best advantages their means afforded. Amy, being the youngest and best beloved, had fared even better than her brothers and sisters, and was regarded in the neighborhood as quite a ptodigy in the way of learning and accomplishments.

At the foot of an immense pine tree she paused, and pressing her hand caressingly over some rude letters carved upon the trunk, she whispered: ■‘“True till death!’ That was his promise. I will never doubt you, Rob, nor give my heart to another. What does it matter that I have not heard ’ from you for two years? When you have made a home for me, however humble, you will claim me, and I can wait!”

Ab, Hugh Peterson, could you have seen her tender eyes a moment ago, you would not rein in your horses so confidently, as you reach her side, nor so hastily dismount and take masterful possession of her basket of roses! She looked up into his really handsome. manly face, and said, coldly: “Why did you come? I told you yesterday that I should not be at home.” “You always tell me that,” smiling down upon her with tender eyes. “If I waited for an invitation from you, I should never see you. But your mother is my friend, and your father, too; and with them on my side, I shall not despair. Are you made of stone that you care so little for my love?” sudden passion upon his face aud breaking tremulously through his voice. Before she could answer, he added, hastily; “No, I will not listen to what you say, for I know yod mean to snub me as usual. I believe I can win vou in spite of your coldness,and I shall never give you ujp until I see you married to another;” She turned her eyes full upon him. “Your hope is vain. You will not believe me?” earnestly, solemnly. “You know why I cannot love you. Why waste your heart and time upon me?” “Because I know how girls change,” laughing light)/, “and because I know I am more fitted to make your life comfortable and happy than Rob Stewart.” With his Vwoaa acres, prosperous store, and Iwautiful home, it was no wonder he vas sure of success. He loved her ardently aud tenderly, and she was the only girl who had ever looked upon his handsome, laughing face with coldness. Of course this piqued him, and as she ■was the first woman he had ever cared to win for his wife, he would not easily give her up. At his last words she threw up her head proudly. “If we art to be fronds at all, you must not speak in that tone of Rob.” “Very well. I meant no disrespect, for Rob is a tine fellow, if be is unfortunate iu business. His folks are blue about him. for they haven't heard from him for over a year, and tbsiy *re sure b* is in treuWe." -, ~ - -

Hugh Peterson, being an adroit as well as an earnest lover, left no means untried by whieh his lady’s favor might be gained. He organized a picnic, to be held in the lovely oak grove which gave his beautiful home “The Oaks” its name, hoping that a close inspection of the fine old place might aid him in winning Amy’s regard. He could net believe her insensible to the desire—present in the heart of every girl—of* being the loved and honored distress of a perfectly appointed home. -Nellie—Amy’s sister, only a year her senior, and as gay and coquettish as Amy was modest and shy—was in raptures ove?- the fine house, the lovely grounds, <ynd finely cultivated plantation. “What a, goose Amy will be if she turns her back upon all this,with handsome Hugh thrown in! And all for plain, impecunious Rob Stewart! I do believe the girl is bewitched. I am sure any one might love Hugh; he is so merry and splendid-looking”—throw-ing a labghing glance from her black eyes toward the spot where their gallant young host was striding about the green-sward attending to the comfort of his guests. Amy was invisible, but Hugh knew just the pretty niche which held her—a lovely spot aown by the spring—and he was well content to have her there. Would tie not not join her soonP And might not the pleasing prospect all around her soften her heart toward him and his love? Could he have seen Amy at that momejit his face would have been less bright, his heart less buoyant. She was reading, with happy, imEassioned eyes, a letter from Rob tewart. She had received it the day before, and not a soul knew of it but herself. “My Own True Darling:: At last I am coming: to claim you. My borne Is very humble, only a log cabin, but love will glorify It, and we are young. I have had a hard time, but 1 would not distress you with my troubles until they were so far over that I could see daylight ahead. “I cannot write my love, but will wait and tell it when lam by your side. God bless and keep you. Always your own. BOB.” With this precious missive on her breast it was little wonder, with her constant and steadfast nature, that Hugh Peterson’s handsome possessions failed to impress her. Pretty Nellie might rave and wonder and pout that the chance of being mitress of “The Oaks” was not given to some one who would appreciate it—meaning herself, of course—hut her sister went serenely on her way, only conscious that her lover was true and was coming very soon to claim his wife.

Chicago Herald.

“Wal, I dunno but I better tell ye all ’bout it. Hugh Peterson, a good and likely lad, ye remember, and thrifty and forehanded, is acourtin’ the child. Her mother’s heart is sot on seeiu’ her his wife, and I’m willin’ to ’low that I feels jes’ the same way.” _ A minute's silence followed these words, when nothing but the deep breathing of the young man broke the stillness. Both were too absorbed to notice a graceful figure coming leisurely down the road, swinging her hat by its ribbons, and dreamily watching the sunset slowly fading into night “You mus’ give her up. Rob, sarten aud shore! Es you do that, she will marry Hugh, fur it don’t stand to reason that a gal o’ sense would go runnin’ off from all her folks to that pesky Utaw to live in a log cabin and work herself to death, when here, right at home, is a good-lookin’ man. rich enough to dress aud keep her lily a lady, J«s’ nachully dyin’ fur to mflTy has,” i - - r

Amy sighed spfily, but answered, resolutely: “He w® come - hack some day and surprise them. You will all feel sorry then that jou talked about and doubted him.”

Three days later L as Mr. Wilson was. standing at his front gate at sunset, watching to see that the cows were properly brought home, a young man, neatly dressed in a well-fitting business suit and wearing the happy air of a man at peace with himself and all the world, approached him unnoticed, and surprised him by grasping his hand cordially and exclaiming heartily: “Well met, Mr. Wilsonf l am boundfor your house, and was just thinking I ought to have a talk with you before I saw.,your daughter.” “Wal, Rob, your cornin’ is so suddent like, I am that tuk back I skercely knowed ye! Bin putty hearty senceyou went west?” Something in his tone and manner, a coldness utterly at variance with his habitual warmth and heartiness, struck an unpleasant chill on the young man’s heart. “At first I was sick, had chills, and they almost used me up. But I went still farther west, into Utah, and since then I have been all right,” briefly, and with bis clear, steady glance striving to read the meaning of the old farmer’s uneasy manner. “Is you settled that fur west? That thar’s a long ways from her§. ’Pears like you might almos’ ez well be dead,” rubbing his hands slowly and looking down the road. The young man laughed lightly. “Oh, no! It’s a fine country, and you would enjoy a trip out there. But, Mr. Wilson,” very seriously, his frank face growing positively handsome with the tender light whioh broke over it as his pleasant voice deepened, “I have come to carry your daughter hack as my wife. We have loved each other for years. Have I your consent?” The old man turned slowly and looked full into the clear, frank eyes. “Hevyea home fitten to take her o?” “No, not good enough; it is only a log cabin, but it is paid for, and I own a good farm and plenty of stock. It will be hard work for a few years to pull through, but \Ve are young and strong and we love each other!” “Now, Rob, it won’t do. My gal hez bin keerfully raised; never done nc hard work iu her life. An' you liven too fur away. Atny’s the baby, you know, an’ we all set" by her mightily. Besides ” Here he hesitated. “What else?”' The young man’s voice had lost its pleasant ring, and his face was pale and stern.

Here a low but joyful cry was heard, and Amy, rosy, palpitating and tenderfaced, stood before her lover. Both hands were outstretched, and Rob, as he eagerly clasped fhem, for a moment lost his self-control. ‘‘Remember what I tole ye,’’saidMr. Wilson, almost roughly, as’ be noticed the girl’s happy face. “Ye cayn’thave her.” “Amy,” and her lover’s voice was almost stern in his effort for self-mas-tery. “you know that I love you with all my heart, and that your happiness is my first thought" “WellP” expectantly, and with tender, wondering eyes fastened upon his agitated face. “I am but a poor man, and as mj wife your life for years will be one of toil and privation. If you marry Hugh Peterson, ease and luxury await you. My darling it is hard to say the words, bnt I free you from your promise.” She gazed into his face for a moment, and reading there his undying love, laughed softly. “And this is my answer!” she breathed,raising her arms to clasp them arouud his neck, and resting her head against his throbbing bosom. What man that ever loved could resist that? Certainly Rob Stewart could not, and love came off with flying colors, and two hearts in this world of trouble and sorrow believed themselves in paradise. Did Amy ever regret her choice? Oh, no! Love glorified her life, and crosses and hardships ceased to be such when met by the brave and happy spirit which a coidented heart always brings. Ease and wealth came at last, and merry children grew up around her hearth, and sheltered in her husband’s love life was sweet and beautiful. Coquettish Nellie became the proud mistress of “The Oaks,” and basking in her sunny smiles, Hugh Peterson sometimes asked himself how it was that he had ever been such a “muff” over shy little Amy. Such is man’s constancy! —Saturday Night.

How Some Brave Men Died.

It was at the battle of Mobile Bay, Aug. 5, 1864, that Admiral Farragut was lashed to the main yard, up tc which he had climbed in order to be above the smoke and so bo able to oversee the operations of the fleet. All the world has heard of the Admiral’s courage, but comparatively few will, perhaps, so much as i*emember the name of a man who, in this same battle, performed a deed of still nobler heroism, says the Youth's Companion. Dr. Hutchinson, in his account of the battle says that the Confederate ram Tennessee started out from behind Fort Morgan just before the head of tin Federal fleet was abreast of it, intending to attack the ships one by one. On receiving two or three broadsides, however, she changed her course and ran back, closely followed by the Federal monitor Tecumseh. As the Tecumseb neared the fort, pounding away at the ram with fifteen-inch solid shot, she she struck a floating torpedo and exploded it. As was afterward ascertained by the divers, the explosion tore a hole in ker bottom more than 20 feet square, and she sank like a stone, turning over as she went down in eight fathoms of water; By this frightful disaster U 0 out of 120 men were lost in a smgji instant. Commander Tunis A. M. Craven, one of the most gallant officers in the service, lost his life through his noble disregard of self. Ho was in the pilot house with the pilot, close to the only opening in the whole ship, and this only large enough to allow one man to pass at once. Capt. Craven was already partly out when the pilot grasped him by the leg and cried, “Let me get out first, Captain, for God’s sake! I have five little children!” The Captain drew baek, saying, “Go on, sir,” and went down with the ship* while the pilot was saved. A week afterward, when the divers examined the wreck, they found nearly all the crew at their posts, just as they had sunk. The chief engineer, who had been married in New York only two weeks before, and who had received from the flagship's mail his letters as the line was forming, stood with one hand upon the revolving bai of the turret engine, while the other held an open letter from his bride, which his dead eyes still seemed to b« reading.

French and Irish Wit.

When Judge Rombauer was on the bench he one day made a ruling against a young attorney, whose superfluity of diplomas was only equaled by his scant knowledge of law. Much disgusted, the lawyer said: •T don’t know where your honor goes to find such law as that.” When ruffled Judge Rombauer speaks with a strong Bohemian accent; and he replied in very emphatic language: “I am not Surprised,Mr. , zat you know not where I go to find ze law, for I find it in ze books.” The second incident was that wherein a judge had overruled a motion of' Counselor Garvey, one of the best known lawyers of the St. Louis bar. The counselor is usually most respectful to the court, but lie lost his temper this time, and declared in his broad though rich, and cultured brogue: “Your honor,! hope for your honor’s honor that it will never be noised abroad to your honor’s hurt that this honorable court ever made a ruling so dishonorable to his own honor.”—St. Louis Republic.

Buried Japanese Treasure.

The ha 9 long been a tradition in Japan that once a treasure of gold bars, worth now $800,000,000, was buried far beneath the earth somewhere in the inclosure of the castle of Yuki Harutomo. Three attempts to dig it out were abandoned on account of accidents to the work. Last May excavations were begun again, and the workmen hat(e come to pieces of boxes covered with plate-iron and other indications of what is believed to be approaching success. If a Hindoo or a Burmese makes a false . statement his friends and acquaintances will Be lowered into eighty / great hells and 120 small ones.