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MR IW OF CYCLING

OVER FOUB THOUSAND AHtES TO hjs CREDIT LAST YEAR.

HE MADE 3JEYE CENTURIES

Chicago's Executive U.elleves ia the Sport for the Pl^uate of It, But J. Dues Not Scorch.

Chicago's mayor. Is a bicycle rider with an enviable record. Although he never straddled a whjSeif fihtil' August, 1895, lie rounded off an even, dozen centuries last year and rolled up a total of 4,400 miles for the season. "Which, as he puts it, is not so very bad for a man who is old enough to be mayor of Chicago. Not that Mayor Harrison is vain about his aceomplishmentiTpn the wheel. He does not boast about those centuries at all. He is simply fond of the cycling sport, and likes to practice it and to talk about the rides he has taken. More than that, the mayor IS'ar thorough wheelman in all ways. He wants matters so arranged that all wheelmeflf will,get. all their rights, without infringing, of course, on the rights of others. He believes that when he and his wheel meet a team or a horseman in the street or on a country road, half of the rdad belongs to him. At the same time he doesn't infringe upon other people's rights in the road or endanger their lives and his own by "scorching," and he has little patience with those who do. As the .-may®® "Ot a "scorcher," neither is he" a "butterfly," who never wheels off th§ boulevards. The best fun he has wjgfi &is wheef is on long plunges into the**cou'f&ry: -to get his lungs and his tires filled .w^th good, fresh air, and come back to tftjj cftjr feeling better for the trip. Mayor Harrison favors the passage of the'bicycle baggage bill. He thinks the railroads have no right to charge for carrying wheels when the owners present tickets on the same trains, and calls the practice of doing so a swindle. "When I first began to ride," says Mayor Harrison, "I used to go out in the country till I got tired and then came back 011 a train. Every time I had to pay a railroad for

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back to the city. .Last year I didn't do it once. arranged my trips in a circuit to start and end at home, and I didn't pay the railroads a cent. Not that I cared lor the quarter of a dollar or so I had to pay for carrying the wheel. That wasn't it, but no man likes to be swindled. no matter for how little amount."

It is easy to see when talking to Mayor Harrison that he is devotedly fond of cycling exercise. His eyes brighten up and a smile spreads over his face at the very sound of the word bicycle. "How about those twelve centuries?' the mayor was asked in his office in the city hall as he wrote the endorsement of a ward delegation on an "application for tt bridge."

There was a far-away-out-on-a-country road look in the mayor's eye as he looked up and answered: "I made those last summer when I Wasn't very busy." "You won't be .making many this sum­

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"Oh, I guess I will," tb§.,mayor replied. "This can't last forever,, he said, referring to the swarming crowd in his outer office, "and pretty soon the roads Will clear up, too. I guess I'll make a few centuries this summer. I wish I could get out now for a spin," his honor continued, looking out into the sunshine from his tomblike office. "It's the best kind of medicine for me. Why, when I began to ride a wheel weighed 194 pounds when I quit riding last fall I weighed 163. It just brought me down to my proper weight and, what is more, I didn't take on any superfluous flesh during th^ winter." "But what about those twelve centuries?" "Oh, they were all^made around Chicago. They all started and ended in town, but were over several different routes. I used to take an afternoon off occasionally or start

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and round up my ride before night. Did I ever make any fast time? Well—no. You see, I'm not much on speed. I'm one of those long-distance grinders, who think it shows a greater amount of endurance to ride a century in ten hours, than to hurry through it in six." .And' the mayor smiled a wee bit at 'lfls" (Jwn Soke. "I did make pxetty fair time once, though," he went on. "That was when I went over Waukegan century course in seven and one-half hours. The longest ride I ever took was 118 miles, and the time, I believe, was twelve hours. I never made but one century that 1 really feel like boasting of. One day I was caught out near Lake Zurich in a pelting rain. My wheel broke-down twice, and I had lo walk fourteen miles through the mud. was out thirteen hours, and I have always thought the Century Road club ought to give me a special medal for a pieritoriofrs or unusual performance. That was last year, when 1 rode all of my centuries. In the entire season of '96 fciy total mileage was 4.100 miles, and I gidn't work the cyclometer for an inch 6f it." "Over what courses were your centulies made?" "Well, as I told you, they all started ind ended'in Chicago, but were over the iifferent. century circuits. Some of them took me through Kvanston, Wheeling, Gurnee and Waukegan through Evanston, Wheeling. Dundee and Elgin some over the Elgin and Aurora course and more over the circuit through Napierrille and Jolict. Now, I want to tell you there is some beautiful country anu seme plorious ridirtg along those runs. Chicapoans don't'have to go far from home to And good wheeling. On any one of the routes have traveled the riding is superb. Up between Wheeling and Libertyville, for instance, is a stretch of road that is easier and better to ride than any boulevard in Chicago. If ^wheelmen in town knew what fine country and roads there are up that way they wouldn't (\-aste much' time riding any more about the boulevards. Up on the Waukegan Bourse and up among the lakes in

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eighborhood of Oconomowoc are as places and as fine strips for a Wheelman as'can be found anywhere in the world." "How does bicycling compare with horseback ricling?" "Why. I don't think they compare at *11." said the'mayor. "Cycling is so much better that there isn't any comparison."' Which may strike some of the mayor's fellow Kentuckians as an odd admission. But" the mayor explains it satisfactorily. "When I go horseback riding," he says, "the horse gets the exercise. He doesn't »xactly get it all, but he gets the best of k. On the* other handj when I go bicycle riding all the exercise is mine. I do all the work and ha\'e all the fun. A man tan feel that he is iJoing something for himself when he is riding a wheel, and there is a great deal of satisfaction in that. Ano.thep advantage of a bicycle »ver a horse is ihat a man can go much, further on a bicycle. -A fallow in. good physical fcoridHioh and accustomed to' Mding can go out on the road and reel off lixty or seventy miles without feeling lhat he has been on his wheel. A jaunt that disuipce would use a horse all up, »f course. Last summer I used to start »ut frequently at 4 o'clock in the afterkoon. ride out to Glencoe for dinner with

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brother-in-law. and then ride back evening. It was just a fine distance for a ride, and I used to enjoy Kery bit of it. "But waitj. a minute." said the mayor, ruddenly. back pedalling on the subject: '"There is one. thing I wish you would pay for me. I have heard a great deal fibout the anljjnosity of farmers for the fcieyele heard it said that farmers did all they could to make trouble for bicycle riders on country roads. have never bad any trouble about a. division of the

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Memorial day dawned on the Canadian Country with the boys of the various ranches in the vicinity of Sun Dance about done with the spring "cutout." That is, they had cut out. rebranded and shipped, nearly all the cattle ready for the earlier markets. Now they were busy keeping watch on the rest of the animals and occasionally cutting out a promising steer and putting him with the bunch destine# for the net trip to the nearest railroad station* So when the national holiday rolled around the boys under the command of Bill Martin, on the "Lazy H" rose from their bunks and wondered whatever they would do with themselves. They allowed it would not be the proper thing for them to labor when the rest of the nation broke off the reservation and rounded up the graves of buried comrades with flowers. They allowed it would be a good thing to have a powwow, and parade, and that they should assemble the gangs from the various ranches and "shoot up" the last resting places of those who had fallen in the conflict with bronco, steer and break bone fever. "Shooting up" was the only good way to celebrate the day for the deceased. for they had all died with their boots on, and a more peaceful demonstration would seem to be utterly out of place. "Texas" was the only one of the men on the ranch who had seen service in t,he great war. He was the traveled member of the gang anyway, and to Texas fell the lot of relating what was' the occasion for the round up. He grimly washed his head in the barrel which stood behind the ranch-house door, rinsed the water off, and then, between swipes at the towel, already well dampened, declared himself as follows: "Which it's about the queerest game I ever sot into. Ye see. it's all about them shprthorns who flt durin' the wah. All the ones which

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to the finish gets out onct a year and has a parade and a big powwow, and then they all go over to the berryin' ground and drop posies on the places where they have staked out the fellers which broke out of the game before the pot was called. Leastways, they do this with them Which died with their boots on. I wuz up to Kansas City with a bunch onct an' I set a stack in this yere game, an', durn my buttons, ef I ever see sich carryin's on. I allow they never was no bunch of durn fools jest like them old fellers: Why, the hull bunch couldn't ride my Pedro, and yo' all knows he's the likeliest cayuse on' the panhandle. Well, w'en I gets rid of my bunch, I 'low I'll see what they is to the town. So 1 starts to round her up. I don't go 'long very fur until I butts right into the game. I'm agreeable, fur I done filled my tank with plenty drinks and hev my hardware all greased and limbered up. So w'en a little feller on a hoss gallops about considerable plenty and bawls a power of orders to fall in, I lines up with the fust bunch I come to. Say, they're the wust locoed bunch I ever see. They ware them old soldier clothes they done wore when we all was out with Pap Price. They has bunches of posies in their hands, and every onct in a, wile some feller comes by a swingin' of a sword a mile too big fer him. They all don't welcome me none when I butts into their game. They just ook sassy and 'low I orter break out, but I likes the play and so I tells ye, I keeps right with 'em. Well, we marches about ten mile, I guess, and we'en we break into the cimitry, as they call it, there is a bunch with them old muskets on their shoulders way up in front. This is my style, and so I breaks out from my bunch and jines up the other fellers in front. I say howdy, but they all ain't plenty perlitel fer all they does is look savage at me. This don't disturb me none whatever, for I sees, a little fat feller pop up on a stage like in one corner and begin to make a heap of powwow. He tells all about how them shorthorns staked out there fit and died, and what we all orter to do about it. I don't just exactly get on to his game, but I don't say nothin' only yell onct er twicet to show I'm on. Well, he talks until he's considerabel wore out, and then they hi'sts a padre up with him who makes a parayer. Then they all break up

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that brinch with them muskets. Then a jfeller on a hoss with a power of red rags fcrt-er his belt, hi'sts up a sword and yells (•fire.' I outs with my guns and begins to shoot up the claims of them shorthorns, with the bunch. I also yells considerabel loud, and I-sees the sombrero of the man on the hoss go up in the air. Them people is rank cowards. They break out of the game and leave it all to me and a bunch of sheriffs which wore soldier clothes. Well' them sheriffs 'low I done spiled the-show, and that I better

road with a farmer. All the country teams I have ever, met have turned out and given me all the room I needed or wanted. With city teams out on country roads, though, I have had a different experience. If I ever met one that wanted to give me my share of the road I don't remember when it w-as. Once, I do remember, I met a city -delivery team out on a country road, and the driver seemed bound to run me. down. I dismounted and put my wheel just at the right side of the middle of the road and told him to run it down at his peril. He didn't touch it, but if I had not dismounted he would have crowded me oft into the ditch and made me dismount."

QUEER KIND OF BURGLAR.

Extraordinary Talk About a Small Ape and a Keg of Beer, A few days ago the police station at Apeldoorn, in Holland, was telcphonically informed by a maiden lady of the name of Sprank that she, her two sisters, all the maids, and the stranger within her gate, had locked themselves up each in her own room, and were at present in terror of their lives by reason of "a man in the kitchen." The telephone went on to say that the burglar ill question had emptied the contents of the plate basket with a crash upon the ground, and that he seemed at present to be cooking something at the family stove. In consequence of this message, three trustworthy agents of the Apeldoorn police took their revolvers and sabres and marched to the assistance of the Misses Sprank. They found, after forcing a shutter and getting into the kitchen, that sometuing was certainly cooking on the stove, for certain meats had been burnt to a cinder. These, however, were merely the fragments of the servants' supper, which had been preparing when the domestics fled before the footsteps of the unseen invader. On the ground they also discovered the forks and spoons and the emptied plate basket, but the kitchen itself was void of anyTnirglarious body. Then the Apeldoorn agents drew their swords, prepared their lanterns and descended into the beer cellar. Here they caught the malefactor. Looming out in the darkness was a large beer barrel, and seated solemnlv on the beer barrel was a ver small ape. With the fragments of a loaf of bread by its side, its attitude suggestive of peace at last and blissful repose. He had not tapped the beer. As the burglar entirely refused to leave the barrel of his own free will, he was carried upstairs, and, after being securely strapped down, wheeled off to the police station. The appearance of a small ape in a child's carriage, surrounded by armed guards, is an unustial one for a peaceful country town, but the hood was kept down and the station safely reached. The ape was eventually restored to its home—a small traveling menagerie.

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Answered as He Expected.

"That was sensational prayer Dr. Gumms delivered the other Sunday. I wonder if he expected it to be answered." "Certainly. And it was, too. Why, nearly every paper in the country replied to it/* 7.

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come along to their corral. Ttyey has the drop on me and my guns is empty, so I goes with 'em. Next day a lfotle feller in a cage back of the room where thev done took me, hears what them skeery people has to say. He laughs plenty cheerful, axes me my name, and laughs some more when I says Texas. Then he 'lows I better go back to the ranch and yere I be. That's all I know about them Decoration day fellers and the kind of game they all play into."

When Texas finished' his tale, Bill Martin twisted his tongue and chewed on it a bit. He also twisted a wisp of hay and went into a series of contortions marvelous to behold. The boys watched him in open-eyed eagerness, for they know Bill was smitten with an idea. They allowed to themselves that it would be a good game, and were anxious to get action. Bill was mortal slow, "but while his thoughts Were like molasses on. & -cold d&y. he was quick on the"-'triggrr and generally shot up any man who -took a hand in his game before the deal was opened. So they preserved silence, only broken by the labored breathing of the boss. ""Boys," said Bill, rolling his eyes and struggling to his legs, as if coming out of a fit, "that ar game Texas done told about 's plenty good. I hears they got a bunch of them shorthorns over to Sun Dance and that they all has a powwow this mawnin'. I Agger it's no good way fur the Lazy to get left on po game whatever, which it's played in the Panhandle. We all shore plays a square game and sets in whenever ft-e &as the dust. We got the dust now |ors all th6 a

WE WANT TO STAKE^OUT with posies, and I 'low it's otuv game to stake 'em 'longside of them .shorthorns over to Sun Dance. AVe puts on our war paint and jines 'em up."

There tvas a whoop as the' tfo'y§' l,Ushed to their kits and dug out theftr'holiday

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RAILROAD AUCIDE3OTS*

They Happen Sometimes Because Men are Unable to Realize Danger. VYes, it's reaily funny at itimcs," remarked the local railroad itiatu "how things will happen. Men lose,-their lives every day because they becoJ$e,vC^ireless or unable to realize the dangjej^cif their occupation. A good many J'J2a$ij

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was conductor of a freight train, 'and one night we ran to. a meeting1 point on the main line with orders to aw:VU a tram which was running in. The latter was a bit late, and my train was resting quietly on the main line, it having the right of way. The in-freight, by the common laws of railroading and according to orders, should havfe heaved in sight, as the sailorft sayf-:a.nd then slowed down and gone into the- siding, so that my train could proceed on its way up the road. I was-seated in the cab of the engine when the headlight of No. flashed in sight some two miles off. It grew in size, and the train came on without any apparent reduction in its speed. I thought it was coming too near, and said sp to the engineer. No. kept up" its lick, and I suddenly realized that if it did not stop, and that quickly, there would- be trouble. As I thought of this I involuntarily grasped the reversing lever and threw it back. The other train came dashing along, a,nd then I saw that if we remained where we were my train would get hurt, so I pulled back the throttle and the train began bumping backwards, but not fast enough to escape, and calling to the engineer and ftremaft, I reversed the lever again" to check her back motion and leaped for the ground. While I jumped the trains came together, and there was a vast deal of damage done to the front eiid of the locomotives. When the fuss was over I climbed into the cab of the other engine and found it empty. Fearing that the men might be hurt. I grasped a lantern and started out to hunt them up. I had not gone more than fifty feet when I came acrqsfj a figure lying alongside of the ties. Ttr£ was the engineer. 'Are you hurt?' I asked, and he replied in a sleepy voice fhat ^he was not. He had tumbled out ~6f 'his cab. Well, to make a lohg story *?hort, it turned out that both engineer mfid' fireman had been tired cful- bad gone to sleep, forgot all about order$ p.pd meet-: ing points, and were asleep to within a minute or Jwo before the crash took place, and- then, sleepily realizing what was going to happen, had jolted from their seats and alighted on the sjft earth of the embankment." »t£ «•-.«"

An Art Criticism.^

Asmodeus— Sire I -.'.'1*7 Satan—Well ", rij_ Asmodeus—I saw your picture fn a recent issue of a New York Sunday paper.

Satan—And am I as bad asT I afli painted Asmodeus—Nay, sire, that is impossi™e-~.

"Your husband seems to have great firmnos of character." "Yes: when he takes off his flannels tc.o soon all the neuralgia and rheumatism in the country couldn't make him put Lhom.on

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COWBOYS OF CAMP "LAZY II." 0\ PARADE

They Assisted in Noisely Celebrating Memorial Day in the .Rough and Ready Town of Sun Dance.

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finery. Texas dug up an old gray shirt and trousers and hooked on a confederate belt. He wanted to be in line with the federals who belonged to the Grand Army, and he reasumed as much of his old uniform as he could assemble in the short time allotted him. As he rushed off to the corral to cut out his best ponyhe ran foul of the "Greaser" about to do the same thing. The latter took one glance at Texas and then emitted a snort of contempt. "W'ere did yo* all get them duds?" he cried, as he stalked up to Texas and walked around him critically. "I 'low they're plenty poor fur the Lazy H. We all wears our warpaint. Bill done told you* all an' you breaks out with them." "Which they was good enough fur old Pa.D Price, and I shore holds they's good enough fur the Lazy H." was the angry reply, as Texas fingered his guns lovingly. "Ef yo all is spilin' fur war, jes mix it with Texas and she shore shoots up with ye. Them cuds goes into Sun Dance complete, and I shore don't take no war talk from the hull bunch."

Sam Langworthy, Bill and a couple of others took a hand here, and after telling the greaser to attend to his own business and every man wear what he pleased a temporary truce was patched up and the men rode away with guns charged and finery displayed to the breezes. They rode right valiantly in couples, and threes, or any formation which was most pleasing to them. Texas and the greaser kept wary eyes on each other, and said never a word. They expected a row, and wanted to get the drop when the war paint got too thick for inaction. So the band rode down on the town and entered it as the procession was emerging from the, other. There ..WAS A BRASS BAND marching proudly at the head of the. column torturing "Sweet By and Bye" from a set of ancient and battle-scarred instru-

PINIONED BY A WOODEN LEG.

Why the Engineer Blade No Outcry When Caught in a Wreck, Every other day (when the St. Louis limited pulls into the Union station, at Pitsburg, Pa., or the Chicago express No. 3 starts out over the Panhandle the honest face of Jacob Rumbaugh may be seen in the cab window of engine No. 100 waiting for the little arm of the dwarf semaphore., that mvans go whenever it drops from, a horizontal to a slanting position. Eiifiiiu'or Rumbaugh is better known as "Peggy," from the I'act that he has an artificial limb. Years ago while firing he went under the engine to do some work and a careless engineer started the locomotive and one of the pondrous wheels passed over his leg below the knee, crushing it so badly that amputation was necessary. In the old days, when this incident transpired, accidents were the rule instead of the exception on the Panhandle, as they are at present, and if a train got over the road without being derailed or smashed up in a collision the trainmasters and dispatchers became elated, and in the exuberance of their swelled heads forgot to perform their duty, and the next train was sure to meet with a calamity. After Mr. Rumbaugh had recovered sufficiently to be able to get about on a wooden leg he went back to firing again and was soon given an engine. He has been running ever since on the road and has made an excellent rccord. The fact that he was appointed to run the engine hauling the fast St. Louis limited No. 2 when that train was put on the road to compete with the Big Four Knickerbocker special shows the high confidence he maintained with the oftlcials, and as that train has never met with a serious accident since it was started to running between this city and Dennison no other argument is needed to show that the confidence placed in Mr. Rumbaugh was not misplaced. Before he began running a passenger train he had some startling adventures, the most remarkable of which was a wreck at the Bloomfield tunnel, where his engine and train were derailed and the wreckage piled high against the' end of the underground passage. So complete was the wreck that the fireman had to go through the tunnel and come back over the hill to find what *aa happened, and then he was horrified to find Rumbaugh pinned down under the debris and held fast bv the leg. The surviving member of"the crew gathered around and began to express sympathy while rendering assistance, but the old man said. Never mind, boys. It's only the wooden leg anyhow. and there Is plenty of material left to make another one." The fact was that "Peggy's" wooden leg was caught, and they soon sawed the leg off and liberated him, and he was found to be unscathed. There is not a better engineer in the United States than old man Rumbaugh. He can make the schedule time without trouble, never transgresses a rule and is at all times gentlemanly and courteous to those with whom he comes in contact. His home is at DCnnison, but he gets to Pittsburg every other day. and during his spare minutes here can be tnund in the \icimty of the Union station

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ments. Then tlae grand marshal rode next, mounted on "a prancing horse whjch kept his sword lunging recklessly about. Then the post in the uniform of the Grand Army, old men with gray hair, some with locks 30 white that they rivaled the dust of the land in lack of color. They were bent aad feeble, many of them, but they marched* sternly forward as if animated with th% stime: spirit which made them' bear down on Atlanta some twenty-five-years before. Then came the mayor with the orator of the day in his buggy. Then there was a heterogenous mass of equipages of all kinds, formed without regard to martial or any other kind of array. As the proccssion filed out of the village the band still struggling with the familiar air, almost indistinguishable in the confusion of discords, the cowboys broke to right and left and gravely took up their position on both flanks of the post. They rode in respectful silence in the dusty grass beside the road. The column had been reduced to twos to accommodate the old warriors in the narrow country road. Then the band took a rest and the boys, led on one division by Bill and the other by Texas, grew neasy. Suddenly the band, catching its second wind, broke out with "Marching Through Georgia." With one voice.the post began to chant the old air^j As they finished the first verse, their,•

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cowboys. Instantly /{here was a change in their demeanor. 'Out came the guns and a rattling volle^WlbWed. Then with spurs deep in the wcLnks fof tlYfcir ponies they eommehced a *&llfl rifle- llfcbund the column, firing as tfi^y WfWrrf'T&ey yelled

accompaniment to their shots, and weftf doing the'best they knew how to make De-coration day in Sun Dance a memorable occasion. In this way they.succeeded beyond their. intent. "^¥ip. yip, yip'-"- yelled the boys, to the merry' music of their guns. Drunk with

or.'Eit his. boarding-house.. He is, respected by-,,iill, the other engineers, who admire the oiJ man for his many excellent quatificu.ti.9ns.

THE ART OF WHISTLING.

Pronounced by Father, a Capital Offense in the Commonwealth of Kentucky.

"He whistled." "Is that all he did?" "All! All! Jerusalem, judge, is that all?" "Of course, whistling—that isn-t a crime!"

It was in the office of Squire Bertles-. man in Newport, Ky. A tow-headed lad was the prisoner at the bar, and an angry red-faced jnan was in the prosecuting witr nesses's chair.' The young malefactor was the son of the prosecutor, and both were Philip Donnersbergers. The boy had been hauled before the court as a disorderly person, and the specification was that he had whistled in a shrill, exasperating tone. "Where did he whistle? asked the squire. "Right here, in my ear, and the witness bowed to show the court his auricular orifice. xiut that isn't disorder, noise and tumult contrary to the statutes made and provided," insisted the court. "It ain't," moaned the witness. "It ain't, ain't it? Do you know what he does, that unhanged villain? He waits till 1 go to sleep, and then he sneaks up, gets his face down within an inch of my ear and then cuts loose'with the blamedest, soul-shattering screech you ever heard." "When you're asleep?" "No other time on earth, and, squire, you'd think some one hit you with a fence rail on the head. Ain't that noise, tumult and disorder?"

The court became grave, and glowered on the prisoner, who looked fidgety apd fearful. The witness assymed the air of a victor. After a season of thought Mr. Bertlesman proceeded to lecture the culprit ori the evils of emitting sharp labial sounds, 'then he said: "The next time I near'of y'oti 'whistlihfe in'your dad's ear I'll have you hanged bjf Sheriff Plummer. You can gt) now, but

vflii!" gurgled the vindicated parent But it was noticed that when they went out the culprit was puckering his lips,* and looking cross-eyed at his father, .,

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"At one period," writes General Adye in his "Recollections of a Military Life," there was a considerable dearth of recruits fpr the artillery—partly due to regulations as to the height and dimensions of the men enlisted. Meeting an old recruiting sergeant one day, I inquired if he had been successful, but he was by no means sanguine, and. on my pressing him for the reason of his comr parative failure, he replied: 'Beg your pardon, sir, but the Almighty doesn't make men the shape you order 'em.'

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the excitement of the scene they grew careless...as they rode about, sqo* tfiefb was it number of answering yell4 of differtone, but of un«ubt«d siiH

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met "with a defiant bray from tuba, o1 ah equally '"Warlike shriek from the eor« net."!TMs*'tickled the boys so that the* reloaded it^ details* and kept UP a can't slant f,usilladQ. "Yip, ba^g,, wow!"

Th6 latt^i*'was a yell of different mak* tip frdfh •airy that had preceded if. II came from the bloody lips of the leader of the ban&X'He was in the act of blow* ing a mighty blast when a stray bullet from the pistol of Texas pinged against his Instjjupafnt-. He dropped .it minus a couple jof*,teeth, emitted the cry, and then set sail"* across the prairie with'*IVxas4 angry'^and'. determined, in his wake. '\C6riie Vack yere," yelled Texas, as i4 sptfrr&l ^ftSr the fleeing flgurs. ""We all done yoiT to piay, and dem Ver hid® y& shore -plays until the game's played out. Whatever do yo' aM nieMi, yo' little coyote* by breakin' out of the bunch that a-way?"

Out from- the group of wagons which was trailing the post rode a mail on horseba.cJjs. He was stalwart and agile, and h^yjaijk the rowels iu his steed aa he voSS'Voi ihe. rescue of the frijhtened and stkriipeded band master*. He yelled iu 'ivxsis, cat that worthy was busy with his misn. and continued to yell and pepper aWAy at him. in the effort,- as ha afterward -said, to round him up and drive him back to the herd. The precession had broken up, and the baad was scattered to,_ the points of the compass, when the cjtixens and Texas's friends bore down on thp fleeing trio, to take a hand in the new deal. The big man was gaining, and he soon had Texas at a halt. This was done by the simple process of sending a leaden messenger close to his ear. Texas ducked, fell forward, dropped his game with the muiician, aftd made a sudden Siouxlike sweep to the left. "One of Marfihaduke's men. or I miss my guess." wa« the comment of the big man as he stopped suddenly and sat erect, waiting for the attack he knew was coming. "Halt there, Johnnie, or I'll blow you up."' and he lifted his rifle to his shoulder and ?tood ready to carry out his threat. Texas halted his horse with a jerk, peered eagerly under his hat brim and then, drawing a long breath, yelled "I knowed it wyre you all. You're

THE DBBN "TANK

who shot up my hoas down to Red riveU and done me trail .vore hoss, I vaeu waiting to mix with yo' a31, sence. We shore has it out right yere lessen yer a coward and don't dast to flsfht none. I 'low yer a coyote noway anS don't dare to mix war medicine witfc Texas." "Oh, I guess I dare. What have voi| there? A Colt's? A Veil, if one of you* men will pass-met his gun I'll shoot with you right here. You are a dirty skunk, anyway, and I guess I'll- just fix yotf now."

Bill gravely demanded an understand* ing. of the., circumstances, and 011 learning the cause of the strife, and that it was an old feud, drew up his men to ona side and announced that he would see fair play and no favor. The boys joined in forming a warlike and determined group, Bill passed one of his guns, fully loaded, to the stranger, and then the duellists retired to ground marked the greasen and Sam. At the word they rode rapidiy forward, firing as they rode. The guna blazed out as the horses rushed by each other. Then when the smoke and dust cleared away the stranger Was seen calmly sitting on his horse tying a handker* chief about his right arm. Blood V?a3 tricklipg down the sleeve, but the mail was not seriusiy hurt. It was different with Texas. He sat on the edge of a small hummock, one leg stretched out in front of him and the other doubled as he fell. He was pale and determined. Blood was slowly oozing from .a hola above the right hip. His gun, empty and powder-burned, lay beside him. The ponyl Well, the boys had rounded it up after hard run and the day ended without othe incident. Texas explained why he rode after the musician and that personaKS magnanimously forgave him. The ceremonies ended, the visitors invited the post to the saloon and copious potation3 of 'nose paint" wiped away the anges which the sudden outbreak of the boys had caused.

oaid Dorsey, who had tried hen

cultivation, '.'I am convinced there is but one correct way to keep chickens. ''HPWa is..that "In a i-efrigerator."

DRIVES A PYRAMID. r'ji

Le6polfl

,JWisrier,

an AuatrfriiT, Drives

tfairtle-m With Ten Horses.

An entirely new idea in' ta^dcfti drivlRg ha&^ been 'introduced- by Mr: Leopold Wetlter a Vienna whip, whose fame extends atl ovef the-5 Continent. He drives ten horses and the way they, are arrange^ in harr.es^ is at once daring and origi* nalv. arc grouped in the sjiu^a.'of a-JSLV^iiiiid, and as they come in siglit pv^-iejiv a most respectable spec-ta«-iV. I-fc.-leaner rails, the feat driving en-hi-hand! ,bnt a bright American wSo witnessed' the triumph of the Austiiait dubbed it'a pyramid-in-haiid, and by that unique appellation it will probacy remairi known, in the country t.t kast. Certain Americans who fcava hertttaora been looked up to as real heroes in Ji-trip-ling the. reins over four and will have ,to look for fresh laurels. Mr. Wesner arranges his horses as follows:— The. four heaviest horses are lu1messed abreast, to begin with. These fci*m the base of the pyramid, and a very imposing base''tliey Ipok. Then three other ijorses are harnessed in front of these, two mora immediately before the three, and asingie spirited bay of much intelligence forms the apex of the pyramid. As will be readily understooo by all thoSe wha have tooled a coach, the principal difficulty is that of controlling animal* driven,at. such a distance from the man hokling ihe reins. Sitting on the lox th« leader seems beyond ail control. The distanpe o£ the leader, as a matter of fact, is is' fulFy thirty-five feet. Another" problem'. thkt of keeping the horses in a straight' line, is decidedly more d'fliCulL. Of course. Mr. Wesner has nrot y.-eom-pliilh'ed this Interesting l'eat In a day. Ha e6iifes§e^ that, although used to tandem dtlving for many yeers, it took many months of hard, painstaking cff°l"t to acci&tqm the horses to the arrangement. The-Wc^ called for a now arrangement of the ribbons. It also demanded a breaking of habits in estimatif.^..turning out' acquired by the eye driving. four-in-h ir,ds. The sensat'orf'of being'behind thi^T pyramid'18 dfw-Hbed fc? those1 wfib hfeve hhd Hhe expert^e^ as most hovel 'and exhilarating. Mrs. Wester a^'ribett much of his socceife to tha •fact that ire personally smd with great care selected the animals far their Positions -iti this eurious pyraipid, knowing the individual peculiaritjes^ qf each. WJiile the pyramid-in-hand has attracted w-jde attention there is little probability that members of coaching clubs will taka it up. But some of the more ambitious may endeavor to emulate the Austrian, who asserts that it would be far easier to-drive sixteen horses four abreast than ten arranged in the shape of a pyramid.

"V

In School

"Johnpy?" "Yes'm." "Complete this adage for me: "People who live in glass houses should "Shouid pull down the biinds."

Mistress—I told you half an hour ago to turn 011 the gas in the parlor, Bridget." Bridget—Sure an' 1 did, mum don't smcii it? rt:.v "t

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