Semi-weekly Express, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 23 November 1897 — Page 4

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HER LIFE IN A HAREM

ADVENTURES OF AN AMERICAN GIRL IN EGYPT.

alias Loudon Wm a Governess Tor the Children of Bars Pasha—Some Very Stnrnce Coitomi—The Hnaband K*t» VjKYrst and Then His Family. J' pgp|

Miss Maude Loudon of San Francisco, who recently passed through a thrilling ypis experience, to! 1b of "tier Tiferin the, harem of Hara Pasha'of Egypt and of her own "t escape from ifc. j] Miss Loudon Was a teacher in San Fran- •, elsco. Her health suffering from too much confinement, she retired by physician's advice and took a long sea voyage. She deelded to visit her uncle, a physician, who had settled in Cairo, "Egypt. tfllfWhile Loudon was In Cairo her uncle heard from one of his patients, a rich native, that he desired a European or

Amerioan governess for his children. Hara Fasba was very rich. He had 13 children, and, for a wonder, only one wife. He spoke French fluently, and it was thought that his household would be a ,r pleasant one for her to spend a few months »1" in, at 100 francs a month, with board and lodging. Hara Pasha lived at Maarich, a si! favorite suburb.

My employer,'' says%liss Loudon, "was a man of 40, tall, pale and very dark. He wore the conventional dress of European gentlemen. Only the fez marked him as the oriental. In the afternoon that followed the morning of Hara Pasha's first visit ho conducted me to his home. Beginning then and there to be one of the female members of his harem, I was not permitted to ride in the ordinary railway coaohes, but was given a seat in a compartment set aside for women. My new abode was situated near the railroad and looked like a convent. A high gray wall Kurrounded the entire premises. The pasha took from his pocket a key, with which he unlocked a small iron bound door in the wall. This door separated me from the world beyond, for during the next six months I was not permitted to again cross that threshold. "Hara Pasha went in search of his wife and children to introduce them to me. One after the other the members of his family made their appearance. With an exasperating clatter of her Chinese shoes the lady of the housd entered the room. Sho at once informed me with great pride that she was the mother of eight sons. Not a word was said about the five girls who also owed their existence to her. Mme. Hara Pasha was petite and pale and rather sickly looking. She wore a long black gown, with wide sleeves. The day was warm, and this was the only garment that covered her body. She welcomed me in the Arabian tongue, first touching my hand and then her forehead. "The children came finally, first the eldest daughter, a consumptive girl of 14. •She was arrayed in a sky blue gown made like a long Mother Hubbard. On her head she wore a red turban, similar to the black one on her mother's hoad. The eldest son was 18. He attended a school conducted by Europeans, and was therefore dressed like our schoolboys and comparatively clean in his habits. The dresses of the smaller children were filthy, almost, full of holes, and their faces had not been touched by water that day. All were barefooted but an 8-year-old lad, whose feet wallowed in the Immense slippers of his father. "When the entire harem had been presented to me, Hara Pasha departed to eat his dinner alone in his own rooms. Only the eldest son was now and then permitted to share his fathor's meal. The dinner consisted of ten courses and at least an hour and a half was consumed by the master of the house in eating it. The two younger sons waited upon him, running back and forth between the kitchen and the dining room. When the pasha had finished, we eat down to eat. I shall never forgot my first Arabian meal. We gathered around a long table, in the center of which was placed a steaming dish of mutton stow and rioe. They permitted me to have a plate, a knife,and a fork. The others held in their hands a large slice of the heavy, soggy Egyptian bread. Mine. Pasha dug with both hands down into the stew and brought forth pieces of meat, which she distributed among the children. When the children had finished what had been given to them, they fished around the dish with their own hands. "When it was time to retire, Mme. Pasha conducted me to the children's bedroom. There were two beds—one for me, the other for the five smallest children, two girls and three boys. For the flret time in my life I shuddered, when I became aware that the Arabians do not disrobe, bat sleep in the garments they have worn all day. Imagine the surprise of those children when they saw me undress. They rushed at onoe to their mother to inform her of this fact. I heard her pacify them, telling them Europeans had different customs. A mosquito bar wjm thrown over each bed, and this was tuoked under the mattress after retiring. "I soon becamo accustomed to the new mode of living. I wore long, airy gowns, learned to squat on the floor and ato with appetite what was put before me. My duties were very light. Parents, as well as ehildron, had little use for knowledge bevond learning to talk English and French. I don't know how long I might have remained in that harem but for an occurrence that drove me back to my relatives and thence to my native land.

Hara Pasha, who was already attentive and polite to me, became extraordinarily amiable. His amiability grew so marked that hi6 wifo took exception to it and began to let me feel the sting of her jealousy. 1 feared for my life, for those who are familiar with harem practices know that Arabian women do not hesitate to remove their rivals by poison. The pasha sent his wife on a voyage to her parents. Soon after her departure he dispatched one of the servants to me and bade me come to his salon. Fearing the worst. 1 took one of the children with rao, but he would not have it so, and immediately sent the little girl away. I resented hioifaniillarity and declared to him emphatically that American women expected to be treated with courtesy. "I left the salon indignantly and busied myself with the children. In the afternoon their father went as usual to Cairo. It was my opportunity for escape. I told the servants that the master of the house had ordered rae to follow their mistress to her parents' home, packed my trunk and rode to Cairo in a donkey chaise.

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at once to the home of my uncle, who received me with open arms. In a few days the pasha sent me the salary still due me. About my sudden departure he never complained. My life in the Egyptian harem

thrilling experience of my existence. Louis Post-Dispatch. PROGRESS OF PARIb.

can be trwewd so fatly in its visible record. From the tone of Louis the Stout, A. D. 1108, Paris has been the rich and powerful metropolisof a rich audenlaiglng state, tad from that day to tHla there is hardly a single decaAe vifciob has not left some fragment or other of its work for our eyes.

The history ef each of its great founda ttoxus, civil xKd ecclesiastical, weald fill a teKmraty anS. ia.4aed alaoat every jac c*

them has had many volumes devoted to its gradual development or final disappearance and transformation to modern uses.

The history pf the Cathedral of Notre Dame from the laying of the first stone by Pope Alexander III in the age of our Henry II and Becket down to the final "restoration" by M. Yiollet le Due and the history of all its annexes and dependences, Archeveohe, Hotel Dieu, together with an exact aooount of all itp carvings, glass, reliefs, etc.,' would be a history of art itself. The same would be true if one followed out the history of the foundations of St. Germain des Pres,"of St. Victor, of St. Martin des Champa, of the Temple and of St. Genevieve.

Two or three of these enormous domains would together, occupy a space *equal to tho whole area of the original site. They contained magnificent churches, halls, libraries, refectories and other buildings and down to the last century were more or less in a state of fair preservation or active existence. Of them all it seems that Victor, on the site of the Halle aux Vina, and the Temple, on tho site of the square of that name, have entirely disappeared. But of the others interesting parts still remain. Of the 11 great abbeys and 20 minor convents which Paris still had at the revolution, nono remains complete, and |ho great majority have left nothing but names to tho new streets.—Fortnightly Review.

WILD BILL A SOLID MAN.

The Body of the Famous Desperado Turned to Stone ioni Ago. The climate of Colorado is so exceedingly dry in tho greater portion of the state that ordinary objects, such as potatoes, vegetables of various sorts and even small animals, petrify when covered with sand. A considerable source of revenue to the guides and venders In the Grand canyon and other famous resorts is tho sale of petrified wood and other material to tourists. Human bodies have been known to undergo the petrifying process in numerous instances.

The body of Wild Bill, the famous desperado, is today solid stone. He was buried in a sandy country near Telluride, and about four years ago his friends decided to put up a monument to his memory. They went out to his grave, which is in the open prairie, and one of the party, an old soout, was taken along to exactly locate where he was buried. Tho sand had shifted and blown in great heaps, as It does all though that country, and the scout had a good doal of difficulty in absolutely locating the spot. Finally he struck a mound that he said had Wild Bill under it.

Owing to the uncertainty of tho situation and his hesitancy, the party decided to dig down and see whether he was right. They didn't want to put a monument over a sand heap unices it had Wild Bill under it. So they dug down. Presently the spade ran into^a rock—a scarce thing in that country. They shoveled all around it and soon revealed the petrified image of Wild Bill as perfect as the day he died, with not a trace of decomposition. Even the clothes and shoes were turned to stone.

Some of the party wanted to take the body up for purposes of exhibition. But one of Bill's old pals—Shorty Jake, as he was called—remarked that the first man who tried to do so would find a bed in the hole that BUI filled. So the idea was abandoned. But if some adventurous museum man wants the greatest drawing card on earth he can find it under Wild Bill's tombstone.—Washington Post.

Catching the Dragon Fly.

"One of the greatest amusements for the ohildrcn of Japan is oatching the dragon fly," said Dr. W. F. Taylor of Boston, who has spent several years in Japan. "Japan is a land of children, and thousands of them literally put In several weeks every outumn In capturing dragon flies and tying kites to them for the fun ot seeing them fly. Soon after the turn of the 6un in t$o afternoon hundreds and thousands of huge dragon files busy themselves flying over the rlceflelds and gardens, catching lnseots and gnats. "The Japanese boys carefully saturate the end of a bamboo with tar and start out for the fun. Thoy first hold the bamboo up to attract the unsuspecting dragons to take a rest. In a moment the boy gives the bamboo a twist and puts the tar end into so many motions that it is almost impossible for the creature to avoid it. The boys are so expert at the business that I have seen tuem chnso a fly that had got much ahead of them and suoceed in sticking the dragen fly to the reed. When onoe on the tar end of the pole, there is a miserable future for tho captivcs. They aro tied together and carried around in the chase. Then a string is tied to eaoh one, and a small piece of paper, serving as a kito, which the poor flies aro required to sail. They fly away, but of course soon get caught into a tree or brush and die of starvation."—St,. Louis Globe-Demoorat.

How Would He Spell It?

R. A. Barnet tells a good story at the expense of Bernard Shaw, the English critic. It seems that the latter was commenting upon the limitations put upon him in his Saturday Review work and complaining that he ideally had no opportunity to express his opinions in the English press. It was at a club in London that ho started upofi a tirade against the narrowness of the publishers of England —their unwillingness to sanction his socialistic notions. It was to Max Beerbohm that he broke out as follows: "lam going to publish a magazine some of these day? which shall print my opinions on all the topics Of the day. I have enough of them and to spare. On art, literature, philosophy, music, the drama, socialism, religion and evory other subject this magazine shall reflect my opinions. I shall write every line of it too. The experiment might fail instanter, but it shall at least have a trial." "What will you call your periodical?" asked Max Beerbohm. "I'll give it a concise and appropriate title by naming it after myself," said Mr. Shaw. "How will you spell it?" Mr. Beerbohm inquired innocently.—New York Telegram.

Tinned Food.

The reason tinned foods bo frequently cause trouble when eaten, especially if they have been kept open a few hours durI ing the hot weather before consumption, is that so much of tho tinned foods in the cheaper markets are derived from old ships' stores. A ship upott sailing lays in certain scores of tinned foods. It often happens that these are not touched on the voyage, and they may go another voyage or not, but ultimately they are sold as old stores. The tins are then cleansed, recolored, revarnithed and relabeled with I lean, fresh labels and resold. So again

., nnd again quantities of tinned foods may ami year after year, and some of these

come upon the general market and are sold in seaport, and inland towns.—Dr. J. F. J. Sykes.

People Who Attract Animali. I firmly believe that it is given to some few human beings to understand the feeliugs and instincts of animals, and I am as

It Is Ancient In Tears and Kisentlauy Modern In Development. Although some cities in Italy present »iore vivid and fascinating periods of examples, there is perhaps no other city in firmly convinced that I am one of them. Europe where the continuity of modern jlf I a»i in a Crowd of people and a dog oivilizatiOB for at least seven centuries [Or cat is near, it will oome natura^y to nie without making the slightest movement. Why this is the ca^e I cannot say unless I admit that there ki developed in me another sense whose existence animals at once perceive. But there Is the fact. If you don't admit my explanation, you must deny the existence of what is as evident as the light from the sun.—Sarah

Bernhank ia Inyrvlew in Westminster Ejudgrt.

SIX CENT COTTON.

THE LOWEST PRICE KNOWN FOR FORTY YEARS.

Claimed That the Product Is More Than the World Can Coarame-—Some of the Cause* That Arc K«#po»ilhI» For the

Present Price.

With spot ootton selling at 6.06 cents and October deliveries below 6 cents, the lowest price since March 1, 1896, comparing with 5.56 cents March 1 and in February of that year and in November, 1894, the lowest price ever known for 40 years, the condition of the cotton growers commands sympathy. On the face of things the speculative advance to an average of 8.01 for the entire month of August and 8.25 Aug. 80 has not benefited producers for if the small deliveries in September commanded prices indicated by a daily average of 7.13 cents at New York the much heavier movement in October has commanded only 6.35 oents, according to the daily average thus far, with a prospect that the heavy deliveries of November and December may bring less than 6 cents here, as in 1894 and also in the first two months of 1895. It is easy to say that the planters have again raised too much cotton for their own good—more than the world can consume. That they have been systematically misled into producing too much by false reports of acreage and yield, for which they are also in part responsible, is well known. The government could not render a greater service to them than by securing absolutely trustworthy accounts of acreage and yield. But behind this difference there are others less often observed.

The fall of print cloths to the lowest price on record and the dull market for most other cotton goods of late are the natural consequences of a production in the last cotton year greatly exceeding the demand. Persistent statements from time to time that the stock of unsold goods had been greatly reduced contrast with the record published by The Financial Chronicle showing that actual consumption during the last ootton year reached 2,738,000 bales of 500 pounds, only 5,000 bales below the greatest consumption in any year, although the demand for goods was undeniably far below the maximum. This production of goods was 41.2 per cent greater than it was ten -years ago in this country, which is far beyond the increase in population, so that even if full prosperity bad existed the consumption of such a quantity of goods could not have been expected. Exports have indeed increased nearly 50 per cent in yards during the last ten years, but at the most this increase is less than a thirtieth of the product of goods and not an eighth of the increase in produots. Every one knows the fact that most mills have been kept running as far as possible in order to hold together the working forces and in the hope that expansion of the demand would soon give relief.

But this is exactly what has happened In other countries. The population of the world outside the United States has not increased as much as 8 per cent in a decade, but British consumption of cotton in manufacture has increased 10.5 percent during the last ten years, and continental consumption 38.8 per cent. If there was hope that the United States would provide a larger market for goods, it turned out that American increase in goods imported was not a fifth of the American increase in goods exported. This was insignificant compared with the fall of 377,000,000 yards in British exports to India, which might have been expected in view of tho famine and the plague, and yet British consumption of cotton during the last year was within 11,000 bales of the largest ever known. The fact that India has nearly doubled its consumption in ten years, adding 451,000 bales, or nearly a seventh of

British Consumption, is not to be overlooked. With continental mills also adding 1,662,000 bales to their consumption in the same time, which is more than half the maximum of British consumption, it is not strange if unsold goods have accumulated and markets become clogged.

The great difficulty is illustrated in the rapid growth of cotton spinning at the south. There was not a lack of cotton goods in America for all demands ten years ago. Yet the southern consumption of cotton in manufacture has increased 166.5 per cent in that time, or 601,000 bales, and it inevitably follows that goods are forced upon the market beyond their needs, just as in outside markets by the competition between British and continental mills. Thus the great increase in cotton manufacture at the south, by depressing prlccs of goods within the last year to the lowest ever known, has helped to depress the price of cotton at the south. In the race for production of the cheapest possible goods by the oheapest labor the south has an advantage as to the coarser fabrics, which constitute nearly half of the entire production and almost the whole of the exports, while northern mills one after another find it best to seek other markets in the manufacture of finer cotton or other fabrics. It was to afford larger opportunities in that direction that duties on finer grades of cotton goods, on linens and some other fabrics were raised by tho new tariff, and if these presently lessen the pressure in American markets of the cheaper cottons southern planters as well as southern manufacturers will find themselvaa benefited.—New York Tribune.

THE PREACHER'4 SALARY.

An Erangelist iffakes a Contract Which Pays liim Very Well. In certain sections of the United States, notably in those where the religious expression is tho strongest and the congregations the poorest, and these characteristics are always combined, there is an ever present conflict aa to what the preacher ought to have and what ho is going to get, and it was on this subject a visiting preacher talked the other Sunday at dinner with a reporter. "At one of my appointments where I had been called," he was saying, "to conduct a revival I heard a oouple of the members talking, though they did not think I was near enough to hear. 'I wonder what that fellow expects to get?' said one. 'All he can raise of course,' said the other. "'He wears good clothes, and they've got to be paid for.' 'Yes, and I reckon we might as well make up our minds to pay for 'em.' "The conversation was beooming personal, and before it got too much so and I would be placcd where it would be decidedly embarrassing I broke in: 'Now, look here, brethren, you don't have to worry about- what you are going to pay me. You don't have to pay me a cent unless you want to, and I am not here to get money for my work. Still, I have to live, and I'll agree to this —every time you get a lick in my sermons while I am here you just pay me a niokel, and if I don't hit you at all it won't cost you a cent. Now, is that fair? Is it a bargain?' "They agreed to it with great unanimity, and I went ahead with my preaching, doing the best I knew how and praying for strength to tall the truth to the people and to help them to be better men and women, and I kept it up for a week and was Jpady to start in on the second week, wh«& one of my men came to me behind the little log meeting house where I was reading my 'So you're goihg to preach another week?' be aaiu anxiously. 'Yea.' said I. 'Well, for the Lord's sake, Brother Hudson,' he sakl In the most ptatding

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tones, 'I wish you'd quit and go home. You've hit me so many licks already that I'll have to sell the only pair erf moles I've got and a yoke of yearling cattle to pay you what I owe you already, and If you stdyanctfcer week I'll have to give up the farm and put a chattel mortgage on the old woman and the children.' "Of course," laughed the preacher, "it wasn't quite as bad as he made it appear, butt had made a good friend of him, and he not only paid his share willingly, but insisted on my coming again and staying fcwico aa long."—Washington Star.

CROSSING THE EQUATOR.

Uncanny Kxperlenoe of Hark Twain Upen That Occasion. Speaking of Mark Twain's work, "Following the Equator," a reviewer says: "Here is a bit from Mark Twain's diary which may prove interesting: 'Sept. 7.— Crossed the equator. In the distance it looked like a blue ribbon stretched across the ocean. Several passengers kodaked it. We had no fool ceremonies, no fantastics, no horseplay. All that sort of thing has gone out. In old times a sailor dressed as Neptune used to come in over the bows with his suit and lather up and shave everybody who was crossing the equator for the first time, and then cleanse these unfortunates by swinging them from the yardarm and ducking them three times in the sea. 'Sept. 8—Sunday.—We are moving so nearly south that we cross only about two meridians of longitude a day. This morning we were in longitude 178 west from Greenwich and 57 degrees west from San Francisco. Tomorrow we shall be close *o the center of the globe—the one hundred and eightieth degree of we^t longitude and the one hundred and eightieth degree of east longitude. 'And then we must drop out a day— lose a day out of our lives, a day never to be found again. We shall all die one day earlier than from the beginning of time we were foreordained to die. We shall be a day behindhand all through eternity. Wo shall always be saying to the other angels, ''Fine day today," and they will be always retorting, "But it isn't today it's tomorrow." We shall be in a state of confusion all the time and shall never know what true happiness is. 'Next Day.—Sure enough, it has happened. Yesterday it was Sept. 8, Sunday. Today, per the bulletin boards at the head of the compafnionway, it is Sept. 10, Tuesday. There is something uncanny about it,' and uncomfortable. In fact, nearly unthinkable ar.'d wholly unrealizable when one comes to consider it. While we were crossing the one hundred and eightieth meridian it was Sunday in the stern of the ship where my family were, and Tuesday in the bow where I was. They were there eating the half of a fresh apple on the 8th, and I was at the same tjme eating the other half of it on the 10th-, and I could notice how stale it was already. The family were the same age that they were when I left them five minutes before, but I was a day older now than I was then.'"—Detroit Free Press.

Died at His Post.

Mathieu Donzelot is still remembered in Paris as one of the most faithful and courageous men who ever served a paper as a reporter. His last assignment and what eame of it is told by M. Trimm in Le Petit Journal.

One day a riot was apprehended, and Donzelot was sent to the Pantheon to report tho events in that quarter. Already the stones were flying, and the lawless mob had begun to tear up ttyB streets and barricade them.

One of Donzelot's friends saw him as he was running by, and said to him: "What are you doing here? Bun and save yourself!"

Donzelot made no reply, and again his friend urged him to leave so dangerous a spot. "lam not going to move," he said, "but as you are going, kindly take this copy along with you to the paper. You will save me timo."

An hour passed, and the disorder was at its height. The mob had already begun to clash seriously with the authorities. Suddenly the Garde N ationale fired a volley, and Donzelot fell, his breast pierced by a bullet. A surgeon rushed up to him. "You are hurt?" he asked. 'Yes," replied Donzelot, "seriously, I think. I cannot U6e my pencil."

Never mind yourpencil," returned the stirgeon sharply. "Tho question is to save your life.5' "Bon't be in a hurry," returned Donze16t qiiietly. To each man his own duty. Mine i* to get the story, and you must help me* Here, wriie at the foot of this page ttis postscript: '2:80 p. m.—At the fire of the troops three men fell wounded, and one was killed.' "Why, which one is killed?" asked the doctor. "I am," replied the reporter, and he fell bacl^,dead.

Yorkshire Was All Right.

In a market town smokeroom some farmers were having their evening glass. Among them was a Yorkshireman, known to be a terribly keen hand at driving a bargain.

As the evening wore on ho got a bit "warped," and one of the company took advantage of this to make an exchange of horses with him, which, wae, however, only effected after a lot of hagging—"the horses to be taken over exactly as they are, with all faults."

As soon as the deal had been ratified by shaking hands and each man standing drinks around, all the company joined heartily in the laugh against the "tike" when the other man said: "Sam, I've dono you this time. My horse is a dead 'un—died this morning!" "Oh, no, you haven't," replied the Yorkshireman, with a knowing look. "I know all about that. My horse died this afternoon, and, what's more, I've taken off fcis shoes!"—London Answers.

Tho Artist's Reception.

A now very eminent artist used in hia earlier days to dress in so Bohemian a fashion that it might almost be called disreputable. His first big chance in life came when Lord C. invited him down to his country mansion to paint a view of the house. When he arrived at the house, the door was opened to him by the butler. "I am Mr. "said the artist. "I have come S)\vn to paint the house."

The butler surveyed the visitor's shabby clothes and meditated. "That's funny," he said at length. "His lordship ain't said anytbink to me about having the house done hup."—Strand Magazine.

Gets lft.

"Shall we play for a little money, Miss Smart?" he said tenderly, as they sat down to a game of cards, "or simply for love?" "Oh, I think it's wrong to play for money, even if the amount is trifling." "Then we will play for love?" "Yes." "And if I win, Miss Smart?" he said, atill more tenderly.

Then you don't get anything, of course. Cut, please."—Pick Me Up. J#*-"

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Favorite Names.

An English paper which has been taking a ballot on the subject of favorite names for boys and girls received 4,060: replies. A list of 31 boys' and 33 girls' names was submitted, and the voting showed Harold and Dorothy to. be the tw«K most popular appellation*.

The Australian dog az •hapfoegd dog never b&rkj

APPEAR ON MENUS.

BUT THEY ARE RARELY THE GENUINE BLUE POINTS. ......

Some Cnrioaa and Interesting Faets About Our Friend the Oyster—Some Odd Ideas and Performance* of Old Tim* Oy»%er-

Had you been .born »n oyster you would stand a chance of being «fiarly anything in the oyster category, from a "half shell,' served with trimmings" to some plutocrat to a six inch dishrag sort of a bivalve who goes slashing about the country in "tin" until consumed by some "oyster supper" I community or swallowed whole by 6ome far inland rustic who imagine» the eating of raw oysters to be but a modifier form of sword swallowing, ltis all a matter of when and at what age an oyster is cauglit. If in his youth, he is served in state on the half shell. If later, he goes in the soup. If a few months later, he is fried or steamed. But if ho escapes the rake until a matured age his fate is "bulk" or "tin" and his destiny obscure.

There is no phrase which belongs ex-' clusively to oysters which means as much and aa little as the two worda'"Blue Point." It means nothing to oyster dealers—much to consumers. There was a time when the half shell oysters were largar than now. The change from the moderate sized oyster to the smallest to be had came with the name Blue Point. The origiral Blue Point oyster—an oyster grown off Blue Point, N. Y.—was an innovation. It was smaller, more tender and more easily eaten as f&r as handling goes. Thus it became popular and the name something to conjure with. For a time and today, in fact, Bkte Point suggests tho bost oyster obtainable. But today a genuine Blue Point oyster is as rare as justice. The name, however, still stays, and as only perhaps one person in ten thousand can distinguish the genuine by the flavor, the oyster world is quite safe in retaining it. The people who, our own Barnum declared, love to be humbugged go on payisg a fancy prioe for the name Blue Point and eating oysters from Connecticut, New Jersey, Great South bay,

Staten Island sound, and, to save the

from off Blue Point. If you can distinguish a Plymouth Rook hen's egg, when fried, from that of any other hen, you have a chanoe of recognising a Blue Point.

Nothing or very little at least can be learned from the shell. Oyster growers control to a large degree the shape of the

oyster shell. It is all a matter or now tney

is taken and they are given room they

grow round and shapely. There are but a

few varieties in which the natural shape of the shell will expose the fraud if it is claimed to bo a Blue Point. Oysters, furthermore, are distinguished by the top shell, the peculiar marking telling the locality from which they come. The undershell, which is smaller, flatter and smoother, tells little thus as oysters are served on the lower shell again the consumer is forced to take the oyster as he finds it and believes it is a Blue Point. After all there is no harm in the deception, as there is but little if any difference in oysters at the age when served on the half shelL There is one exception, however. Tho "condalu" half shell oyster oan be distinguished instantly, but as there are but few of them grown—1-the variety being vary rare—those whioh are grown seldom if ever reach anything but a private club or family trade, they do not figure in the oysters used by the general public.

Oystermen—the old time, regulation oystermen—have a few hereditary habits which remind one of the headlong course of the drumfish. Wiy back in the early oyster days, long before the oldest of ths present generation were born, for some mysterious reason oystermen transplanted their oysters—that is, they took them from the ground on which they were originally planted and moved them to another locality. This requires the same amount of labor as getting them to market. Why it was done no one knows, and for that reason it is still done. Ono or two of the more thinking have, in spite of the scowls and dire predictions of their brothers of the craft, discontinued the transplanting of oysters, but in spite of the fact that the oysters thrive better the old heads refuse to follow the example. In fact, they hardly speak to this new creature, who does not follow all the old legends and think him their enemy.

It may sound odd to speak of "drinking" oysters. One would assume their opportunity to quench their thirst was fairly good, but oysters must be "drinked,'' "drank" or "watered"—as oystermen say —before they are fit for market. The "drinking" process is simply a matter of fattening, or, to be more truthful, inflating.

When oysters are "raUed" (taken from the beds to the air), they are dumped •board of the sloops, and when a load la obtained the sloop sails fer some fresh water stream. At the moutfa of these streams •re floats, into which the oysters are dumped at full tide. As tho tide ebbs and the fresh water from the stream gradually freshens the water in the floats, the oyster opens. He appears to bo drinking, but instead is simply allowing the freah water to wash out the salt. When this isoompleted, the oyster closee. The fresh water causes it to swell, sometimes till the shell gapes open. Thus the oyster becomes plump, and when opeueel looks fat and fit.

Of course there is a reason for always serving the oyster on the lower shall. The top shell is concave, and tho. lower one, besides being about a ChiM smaller, is fiat. Therefore, when the oyster, which fills the larger shell, is laid upon the fiat Jowcr shell he assumes aldermanic proportions.

Oyster spawn resembles the scales .of small fish more than anything else. They have life when no larger than a taek head, and at onoe fasten to the nearest rjrgter shell. There they stay until by their growth, which at an early age is rapid, 'they force each other loose. Then for protection they fasten to each other, and it is

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In this form of odd shaped bunches of r. oysters no larger than a nickel they an taken for seed. The grower, who buyi seed by the bushel. separates the "yxtert from each other and dumps thcru starboard upon a ccrtain ground which ha hr.i staked, generally from 10 to £0 feet usilei water. Ik is then the oyster begins h:s individual struggle for existence. Flo h.u enemies to anticipate and balk as well ai to dig for his food. For the first, sii months after he is taken frofcn the shoals and pla&ted in deep water he is extremely busy.—Washington Star.

THR IRISH SCHOOLMASTER.

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|Iany Stories Told of Him In Where He Prevailed. In the days when teachers wore few and Tar between an old fashioned Irish schoolmaster went the rounds fvcm dk trict to district. Of him many stories are still told in the regions through which he traveled. He did an oxcelf^nt work on the whole and trained in the "three B's" mn&y men who afterward became prominent in public life, bat this broad Irish accent was the occasion of many laughable scenes bet.voen him and his pupils.

On one occc^sn the master examined bis school from the spelling book before the committeemen. He always oalled the boys by their last names, pronouncing their Christian names last, as in a roil call. "Brown, Payter!" the master •Asuted.H

Peter Brown stepped forth tafemhUnfil?. "Phat is tho plcyrul of the wurrud •futr

Peter had no knowledge of ^ay sueh word as "fut," but he answani#* raudomt "Fufs!" "Wrong ye aire!" tb«nd«pd the mastar. "The plyural of'tot''fate.' Sit down. Bill, Jeems, sh'tand opp!"

James Bell rose. "Diffoinethe wurrud 'lake.' "A la&e is a large body of vteit*jr." "Bloo&heads ye"ail aire the day K' Angled tho master angrily. "Bhure, that), wt' den. yer own sinse till ye that a 'lgkV a hole in a booket o' watherf Nixt b'y— Dooly, Moichaell"

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This real word from the Irish language, which means "trai^resalons," waa toj much even for the special knowledge of the bright Irish Am erioan boy, and "Dooly, Moichael" went down with the rest.

Tho committeemen wete convinced that they had a schoolmaster of wonderful erudition and capacity.—Soottish American.

Queer Facts About Heat,and Light The rays of beat and'Ught are quite independent of each other in their ability to penetrate different substances. For illustration, glass allows the^eun'sheat to pass through as readily ha it does the rays of light, and that without heating the glass too. If vtbe glass be coated with lampblack, however, the rays of light are arrested, but the heat passes through as before, not a single degree's difference in the latter phenomenon bafetg noticeable. Then, again, both heat and light pass through water, providing it iB dc.hr. One of the oddities intbisconnectionis this: Although the heat and light pass through water in its normal state, the addition of a little powdered alum, which readily' dissolves without leaving the lodst murkiness, will arrest ihe rays of heat to such an extent as to almost immediately raise the temperature of the water to a perceptible degree, yet the light continues to pass through as before.

Icc, like gl.i66, ol&o^transmits both heat and light. !dr. Sutherland, in "Observations Upon tho Ioebexgs 6f Baffin's Bay," says: "Several.piacosof granite were found deeply imbedded in lee without any communications with owJ&ide air. Thfesfl wnpi all surrounded with wbafcuilgbt be tSruse& an atraeephere of water." The explanation ef sueh an is this: Tfcja heat passing through thfetoe had beefti abslfebed by the stones until their tempttatuw had been raised to a degree sufficient to melt the loo around thorn.—St. Louts RepttMhv

Love Will Find a Way.

A friend of mine out in Omaha has a daughter, and Uiat^augbter hqs among other girlish trinketb a sweetheart who Is rendered doubly dear to her by the fact that her parents have forbidden her to see him. He is, to be saw, a very commonplace person, but no girl can resist a man her parents have forbidden her to sek, you knew. This parUooiar girl is in Washington now, for safe keeping, In a private school, where incoming and outgoing letters are read by a stern faced teacher. I went to see her the other day just after, the mail was in. She had received a letter from a schoolgirl friend in Omaha, and there wasn't a noun or pronoun of the masculine gender In tbe whole of it. The girl read itdemwely and showed it to me. Then we want to her room. The doer wae no sooner closed than she flew to hex aurlIng to,ig», heated them, held tfaem close to the written sheet and read with delight the yellow letters in a masculine ban4f which appeared between the lines and faded ^gain as the paper ceoied. The moral of this is that love will find a w»y, nnd so long-os oblerlde of e6pper in solution is to be had I adviae ev*ry keeper of a girls' school to toast all letters weD before she delivers them.—Washington Po#t.

Minsehah* meaos "Laughing Water." The Indian werd Is KnnaOttja, the Frenchman. Hennepin, having mistaken the sound

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8 a. xxx. tollam., We will sell io yards extra Heavy Brown Muslin for 39c worth 6c per yard. ... „n„ lp.rn.to3p.rn.,

We will give you your choice of 500 pair Kid Gloves worth 98 $1.25 and $1.50 a pair, this price during these hours only 49c a pair.

& p.m. to5 p.xuu, We have selected 50 Dress Patterns worth from $2 to $4.50 and will give you your choice of these including lining, for $2.19.

These Prices are for the hours advertised only. See us for Cloaks. Don't forget the day—Wednesday.

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