Bloomington Courier, Volume 2, Bloomington, Monroe County, 26 April 1895 — Page 2

THE PHANTOM

OU MAT TALK about your orthodox ghost, who haunt ancient castles, wailing and groaning, and carrying flaming lights from window to window for apparently no earthly, or rather unearthly, purpose save that of terrifying out of his wits some poor hind bearing home a bewildered brain after staying too late with 'John Barleycorn' in the village inn, but for something that has forever baffled me and made me often wonder whether I was dreaming or awake, commend me to what I saw, or thought I saw, the night before Balaklava, Oct. 25, 1854. And ray father threw himself back in his armchair before the fire in the smoking-room grate as he took a long whiff of a newly lighted cigar, and gazed dreamily into the flames that were crackling up the chimney. The subject of conversation had drifted from the battlefields of yesterday in Abyssinia and Zusuland to those of thirty years before, when the tall, heavy forms before us of my father and his old comrades in arms, Sir Langley Fetherstone and Col. Elmhurst, with their gray, bristling mustaches, their still erect gait, their unconsciously imperative style and their solemn and grave deportment, were as light as my own. Aubrey's, or Bob Fetherstone's that night as we sat around listening to the stories of the hot days when our fathers were men as young as we. "Hand me my memory, Aubrey?" said my father, pointing to the huge cavalry saber that hung over the mantelpiece. The sword that had waved over the now iron-gray head, that then was chestnut, as its owner with a shout of defiance bore down upon the ranks of the Muscovites, on the wintry plains of the Crimea. My father drew the sword from its scabbard and lovingly surveyed the glittering blade. "Old 'never-failed-me!' " he said. "Do you see that dint on its edge, Lang? Got that crossing the Alma off the helmet of a Russian cuirassier. I sent the blow through steel and skull together. There is another! Got that the 25th of October from the commander of the Cossacks, that charged the left flank of the 'heavies.' He struck at me. I parried; there's the mark." "And then?" said Sir Langley. "I swept it around and caught him 'across the throat," answered my father abstractedly. "I saw his body afterward when it was turned over to his relatives, for he was a noble, a grand duke, I believe. The same angry frown was upon his handsome features as just before my steel entered his jugular. And here is another but there! If I once got started telling anecdotes of every experience that old blade went through in my hands I would stay talking until morning. Put it up again, Vic I love to handle it whenever I settleJptfn to tell a story of the old days. "It, as it were, inspires me, by bringing back the events of bygone years to my mind as if they had happened yesterday." Seeing that we were all watching him In anticipation he again took some whiffs of his cigar and commenced: , "It was the night before the never-to-be forgotten 25th of October. We were

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ACCOMPANIED THE PHANTOMS, close to the Russian lines, our pickets being almost within hailing distance of the enemy. "I was riding out to inspect the sentries stationed along the Grodno road. It was a wet, cold night, and I clasped my great coat close about me and spurred my charger along the muddy road. As I reached the side of the valley I drew him in quickly as I heard a distant rumble, like the moving of some parks of heavy ordnance at the extreme end. I listened. All was still again. An occasional stray shot from the outposts, a distant challenge of a sentry, a light here and there peering through the murky mist from the .doomed city, and between it and us a liarge, uneven mass of something indistinguishable that marked out the Russian lines. "I rode on. I arrived at the station of the sentry, and as I did so some smart firing broke out toward the rear. Our pickets were evidently being driven in, and I sent the sentry back to hasten up the supports. He never returned. I subsequently heard that he had gone on with the re-enforcements he had been sent to summon, and been captured. "I stayed cursing his delay for over half an hour. When I again heard the same rumbling noise I looked up the valley. All was dark, but the rumble seemed to be advancing at terrific pace. As it was coming from our lines, I thought it might be a night attack. Although, how cavalry could be of any service at such an hour, on such a night, I failed to see. But it is the soldier's duty to obey first, and to form his opinion afterward, and I eagerly awaited the oncoming of the force. "A white streak appeared 200 feet away, the noise crashed upon me with full force, and in an instant I saw the charging ranks, and the wild, eager forms of the soldiers seated on their foaming, galloping steeds. Forms, did I say? Yes, forms only! Forms pale and shadowy. Horse and man alike woven, as it were, out of the mist. On they came, icy breezes rushing with them as they swept by. My horse plunged and reared frantically. To save myself from being dismounted I sprang from his back into the snow, and, prancing and snorting, he mad

off toward our lines, giving rise to th subsequent rumor of my death. "As I turned I saw the form of Louis Nolan. He was sitting half round in his saddle, his sword hanging: from his wrist, his forage cap in his hand, which he was waving exultingly. His face was partially turned from me toward the ranks, and not a word passed the open mouth, with the ashen hue on the lips, though I could see a blaze in the glistening eye. On they came, hussars, lancers, dragoons, with all the pomp and glory and magnificence of war mingled with the mystery of the world unknown. There rode Maj. Halket. His proud, handsome face, set firmly and unflinchingly, his sword clinched in Ins hand, as k was found next day when they raised his body from the bloodsoaked sod. Then came Lord Fitzgib-

bon. You knew him, Lans. and so did I, since as children we played together in the green woods of Mount Shannon. He was pointing a shadowy linger ahead, and his attitude was as if he was calling to his hussars following close behind. As he dashed by he recognized me, and a sad. oh, what a sad smile, flitted across the pallid face for an instant, as he tossed a last farewell to me, in his careless, boyish style, and disappeared into the mist. Next came Pigott, the Lovelace of the Seventeenth. The same serene light in those eyes that had broken many a maiden's heart in the drawing-rooms of Belgravia. And Hackett Hackett of the Fifth "the saint," as we of the First Royals used to call him, that upright. Godfearing, great-hearted man. whose name was called on the muster roll of heaven ere the sun next day. His eyes were now fixed on the murky sky above, his face bore the calm, assured, expectant look that Jerome must have worn at the stake. He was galloping far in advance of his men, as if anxious to obtain his recompense. In a flash he disappeared into the dark. "The gusts of icy winds accompanying the rush of the phantoms were now declining in their force, the rambling noise that had risen to the roar of a tempest during their progress past was now quieting down. As the last line of charging horse passed from my sight I saw a shadowy lieutenant of the guards beside me. He pointed in the direction whither they had gone, a scornful smile on his spectral face. His hollow voice echoed tauntingly in my ear: " 'So Maj. Hurst of the First Royals prefers discretion to valor because he belongs to the heavy, and not to the light brigade!' "I aimed a blow at my traducer, but my hand only struck into the empty air. "He laughed a mocking laugh, and again pointing down the valley, said Go!' "The warm nose of my horse, who had returned, was pressing against my hand. " 'I will show you that at least one of the "heavies" can do as well as the men of the Light brigade!' I cried, jumping into the saddle and galloping off after the vanished cavalry. I felt like one bereft of his senses. I galloped on and on in the dark until I saw again the white streak approaching me in a contrary direction, and the rumbling echoed in the rear. A second and it burst upon my sight. But what a change! Horses riderless, terrified, maddened with excitement, gle form of a soldier passed, horses! Riderless horses! wounded, Not a sinRiderless Riderless horses! Here and there opaque spots upon the shadowy saddles, showing where human blood had rushed down. I drew aside from the apparent stampede of ghostly steeds and waited. Then I saw another white streak approaching. It came nearer! It was upon mo! The fur caps, the long riding coats, the leggings, the long lances, and, above all, the superb horsemanship displayed told me that they were the Cossacks of the czar. But their faces were rigid as the dead. Instead of their habitual yells, in victory or defeat, not a sound escaped from the tightly closed lips. As I gazed like a man walking in his sleep I saw one of the silent host bearing full upon me, his lance to rest, his cold, dead eyes holding me transfixed so that I could not move a limb. I felt my charger tremble beneath m j, but he i never made an effort to break away. A j moment more and a pang shot through j my heart. Then all seemed dark, save i for an occasional star shooting by. The j stars increased in number; then more j and more, until they formed a disk lik j the full moon, and again was transfig j ured into a sun, whose intense ligh'j almost blinded me. I struggled to place j my hands over my eyes, and as I did ; "so I heard a voice above me say: j " 'He's coming to. My! but it was a close call.' "I opened my eyes. I was lying swathed in blankets in the tent of one of the boys of the Ninety-third. My limbs and body were tingling from recent friction, and five bearded faces were peering anxiously into my halfopened eyes. "I recognized Heathcote. Poor Heathcote, that was afterward killed at Delhi, just after his being gazetted as colonel of his gallant corps. " 'Why, old man,' he said, joyfully, 'you were near saving the Russians a job! I found you lying stiff and stark near the Grodno road as our boys eamo along to help the Twenty-sixth drive back the attack on the outposts. We brought you here, and have had a big job getting you round. It's a wonder you are not minus toes and fingers, but there's only the tip of your ear frozen.' " 'And added my father, touching the uneven upper surface of his left ear, 'there is the mark where the Russian frost bit me,' but the vision I saw that night is, in view of the events of the following day, far more indelibly implanted in my memory." Orion Kudyard Klplinjr. A capital story is being told of Mr. Rudyard Kipling and little Miss Dorothy Drew, Mr. Gladstone's granddaughter. During the novelist's stay in Wiltshire this summer he met little Dorothy at a country house, and being very fond of children took her about the grounds and told her stories. After a time her mother, Mrs. Drew, fearing that Mr. Kipling must have liarl enough of the child's society, caller! her and said, "Now, Dorothy, T none you have been a good child and not been wearying Mr. Kipling." "Oh, not; a bit, mother," replied the little celebrity, "but you have no idea how .Air. Kipling has been wearying mp,"

PAUL JONES' CAREER.

HE WAS THE FIRST TO HOIST THE AMERICAN FLAG. Tie Had a Peculiarly Fascinating Way with Sailor A Tireless Letter-Writer and an Inditer of Verses to Women A Noblo Commander. Miss Molly Elliot Seawell hasasketch of John Paul Jones in the Century in which she brings out many new facts concerning the great American naval commander. Concerning hi3 early career, before the capture of the Serapis, Miss Seawell writes: On December 28, 1775, was made the beginning of the American navy; and from this point the true history of Paul Jones begins. He was then 28 years old, of the middle height, his figure slight, but graceful, and of "a dashing and officer-like appearance." His complexion was dark and weather-beaten; his black eyes were expressive, but melancholy. His manners were easy and dignified with the great, but he was without doubt fascinating to women. He often fancied himself in love, and, like Washington, sometimes even wrote bad verses to ladies; but it is unlikely that any woman ever had the real mastery of his heart. He was deterred by the greatness of "the Fair," as he called them when they pleased him, and made love to very great ladies quite as boldly as when with the wretched Bon Homme Richard he laid aboard the stout Serapis. He had a peculiarly persuasive way with sailors as with women; and if ho wished to enlist a sailor would walk up and down the pier with him by the hour, and he never failed to get his man. He was a tireless letter writer, and when Paul Jones wrote as Paul Jones spoke nothing could exceed the force and simplicity of his style. But he was subject to attacks of the literary devil, and his productions then were intolerably fine. He wrote and spoke French respectably, and his handwriting, grammar and spelling are all much above the average of his day. HTs first duty was as first lieutenant of the Alfred, Commodore Hopkins' flagship. On this vessel he hoisted for the first time the original flag of the revolution the rattlesnake flag. In a letter to Robert Morris in 1783 Paul Jones says: "It was my fortune, as the senior of the first lieutenants, to hoist, myself, the Flag of America (I Choose to do it with my own Hands) the first time it was displayed. Though this was but a light circumstance, yet, I feel for it's Honor more than i think I could have felt had it not so happened." The services he was engaged in under Commodore Hopkins were far from brilliant. The commodore had a strong disinclination to go "in harm's way" to use a favorite expression of Paul Jones and within a year was dismissed the navy. Paul Jones' first command was little sloop of war, the Providence; and from a memorandum among his papers, in the handwriting of the secretary of the congress, we learn that his uniform was: "blue cloth with red lappels, slash cuffs, stand up collar, fiat yellow buttons; blue britches, red waistcoat with narrow lace." The uniform for the junior officers was also prescribed, and all were commanded to wear "blue britches." The marine officers, however, were to wear "britches edged with green, black gaiters and garters." Paul Jones' conduct during the cruise he made in the Providence, and afterward in command of a small squadron in 1776, won him great credit, especially with Washington. His employment was the conveying of men and stores from Rhode Island to Washington at New York. Long Island sound swarmed with the cruisers of Lord Howe's fleet, and Paul Jones' address in eluding them, especially the Cerberus frigate, which tracked him for weeks like a bloodhound, marked him as a man of great enterprise. His next cruise with a little squadron maintained his reputation, and from that on the requests of officers who wished to serve under him were frequent. Paul Jones' replies to these are quaint reading. He always protests a disinclination to "entice" oiflcers away from other commanders, but never fails to note the good points of his own ship, and to give a forecast of his daring schemes very captivating to an ambitious young officer. There was great confusion in the tables of rank first adopted in the navy, and thence proceeded in grievance that Paul Jones never ceased to protest against bitterly, until in 1781, many years afterward, he became, by the unanimous election of congress, the ranking officer of the American navy. By the personal carelessness of President Hancock, Paul Jones' original commission as captain the first commission granted under "the United States" was lost. When a new one was given him, he found, to his natural indignation, that thirteen of his juniors were ahead of him on the list of captains. How infuriating this was to a man as greedy of distinction as Paul Jones, may be imagined. He always spelled rank with a capital, and wrote of it as "Rank, which opens the door to Glory." He swore he would never serve under any of the men thus unjustly given precedence of him. Congress, while negligent in doing him justice, was wise enough, nevertheless, to give him always a separate command. It was determined to send him to Europe in the Ranger sloop of war, and in Europe to give him the finest command then at the disposal of the congress. This was a splendid frigate the Indien building at Amsterdam. PAPER FLOWERS. A Man Who Found That There Was Too Many for Hit Comfort. 'Paper flowers are all right in their place," said a gentleman who boasts of the joy and comforts of married life to a Cincinnati Tribune reporter,

"bat I'll be hanged if there isn't a limit even to paper flowers. My wife and daughter have got the craze, and they've got it bad. If I attempt to light the lamp I invariably set fire to a tangle of honeysuckle. If I go to the library I am frightened to death lest I break one of the branches or morning glories that hang like cobwebs in front of the glass. If I attempt to sit down, stand up, or walk, 1 am compelled to reconnoiter about and to indulge in all kinds of Fabian tactics before I can move, I did not object. They enpoyeil it and I was satisfied. But Sunday the limit was reached; then my real anger was aroused. I have a small conservatory which is the joy and pride of my life. On Sunday one of my business friends came to see me, and I took him out to the trouble was. My wife and daughter had paper flowers in every nook and corner. Every plant in the place had a paper flower. That settled the matter. That night there was an extremely large bonfire in our yard."

GOLDEN EGGS- MUSHROOMS. Two Dishes Which Are Declared by an Kxpert to lie the Finest Works of Art. Mushrooms are treasures in the hands of inventive cooks who recognize that they afford possibilities beyond the delicious butter-basted grill or cunning mixture with kidneys or chicken. Mushrooms impart a subtle flavor and a richness to soups and stews, and they are invaluable as entrees. "Autolicus," in the Pall Mali Gazettej gives two dainty recipes worthy of adoption: "The reigning sultana i. the mushroom's harem is," we are told, "the brilliant golden egg. Sweet symphonies in brown and gold are the dishes their union yields. Oeufs brouilles aux champignons has not the very name a pretty sound? It is a delight best suited to the midday breakfast; a joyous course to follow the anchovy salad, the eel well smoked, or whatever dainty hors d'oeuvre may stimulate to further appetite. "The eggs, scrambled and rivaling the buttercup's rich gold, are laid delicately on crisp toast, and present a couch, soft as down, for a layer of mushrooms. Let Ruskin rave of Turner's sunsets, let the glory of the Venetians be favorite tug among art critics, but when did Turner, or Titian, or Tintoret invent a finer scheme of color than egg and mushroom thus combined for the greater happiness of the few? A silver dish or one of the rarest porcelain should be frame for a picture so perfect." And then again. "Creatures of infinite resource, eggs and mushrooms meet in eases to produce anewand distinct joy. The mushrooms, stewed in milk thickened with the yolks of raw eggs and bread crumbs, line the little fluted china cases; into each a fresh egg is broken, then more mushrooms and bread crumbs are spread gently above; a shallow pan, its bottom just covered with hot water, receives the cases, and ten minutes in the oven will complete a triumph which, once tasted, you may well remember all the days of your life." IN THE NAME OF FASHION. Items About the Great Worth Ustahlish mcnt in Paris, At the present time the Worth establishment employs about 1,200 persons. Between 6,000 and 7,000 dresses and 4,000 and 5,000 cloaks are turned out yearly. M. Jean Worth is the one who will now look to the technical part of the business. AH models of the original Worth, who died recently, were made in black and white muslin, and then copied in the material and coloring which he thought best suited the design. One of his strokes of business was to buy up every yard of the finest and most fashionable silk he could secure at the end of each season. He would use it for linings the season following. His materials and textures were made especially for him. Manufacturers would submit samples; if they took his eye he would at once order a large amount and design costumes suitable to the material. Worth was a picturesque character. Born ot obscure parents, he passed the early years of his life in pursuits quite uncongenial to him. His father was a solicitor who lost quite a large fortune iu speculation. At an early age young Worth was apprenticed to a printer, but the dirty ink did not suit him, and as soon as he could he got a position in London. He remained with a firm for seven years as an apprentice. He then went to Paris to study French fashions. He found it difficult to secure a situation, but finally convinced Mr. Gagelin of his ability, and remained with the firm for twelve years. He tried to get his employers to see that it would be a good stroke 10 sell material and then make it up themselves, but they would not entertain the idea. Finally they gave him consent to try the speculation himself. His first cloak sold for 3,000 franc and gained him a gold medal. This determined him to start in business for himself. He took the large rooms at No. 7 Rue de la Paix and commenced business by employing fifty hands. This was in 1858. He mounted the ladder of fame with lightning strides, till he reached the top round. African Dancers, Gallini, in his "Travels in Africa," declares that the people of the west are exceedingly fond of dancing. He once tried to tire them out, but as long as he could raise his hand to his violin they continued to dance 'and he was forced to desist. One of the lay delegates to the colored M. K. conference at Fayette. Mo., took with him co the place of meeting a crate with three chickens in it.

A PECULIAR PEOPLE.

THE LAST OF THE RACE OF MINORCANS. A. Strange People la the Kastera Part of Florida Who Are Rapidly Passing; Away Their Language's Queer Sound. The people of no state in the union have had no more sudden and violent changes iu their personnel and character than those of Florida. For 280 years after the discoveiy of the state by the Spaniards, in 1512, it was a constant struggle between the Spanish, the English, and, in some part, the French, as to which should be the predominant element of the population. If the Spaniards had been as bent upon colonization as they were upon adventure and spoliation of the aborigines they would have impressed upon Florida their race type and language, so that after the lapse of quite a century after the independence of the colonies had been achieved these would have as str ong a hold as the French character and language have today upon the people of Louisiana, which was once comprehended in what was vaguely spoken of as "the Floridas." Instead of this being the case, the Spanish typo is less prevalent in Florida today than one familiar with its early history would suppose, and especially in west Florida, where the Spanish adelantados were wont to show their fine feathers at Penascola, the seat of government, and to issue forth upon these expeditions in whose results the element of tragedy overshadowed those of romance. At the time the Spaniards ceased to control Florida it is estimated that no more than 7,000 of them were within the borders of the state. Gen. James Grant, the first English governor of East Florida, was appointed in 1763. Immediately upon the beginning of his administration he set about drawing to the state an industrious class of emigrants from the British islands. Among other influences set in motion to increase the population was the formation of an association in London, at the head of which was Dr. Andrew Turnbull, to form a settlement upon a valuable tract of land near Mosquito inlet. At an expense of $166,000 Sir William Duncan and Dr. Turnbull brought from Smyrna, on the Mediterranean, under indentures, 1,500 Greeks, Italians, and Minorcans, and in 1767 effected a settlement which they called New Smyrna. The indentures required the emigrants to work a certain number of years for the company for the money spent for their passage and support. The soil was found to be very rich, and the river and forests abounded in fish and game. The principal articles cultivated were indigo and sugar, but the vine and fig were not neglected. Because of severe punishments inflicted upon some of their number an insurrection broke out among the colonists in 1769, but it was suppressed and the ringleaders executed after being tried at St. Augustine. In nine years, because of inhuman treatment and sickness, the colonists had been reduced from 1,400 to 600. In 1776 two of the colonists went to St. Augustine and placed their grievances before Attorney General Yonge, in the hope of securing some relief from the intolerable abuses practiced by their proprietors by virtue of the indentures. Upon a civil trial of the issues at St. Augustine the indentures were cancelled and the unfortunate colonists were released from all obligations to the proprietors. These latter madfc liberal offers to the Minorcans, for such were all the colonists designated, to remain at New Smyrna and to contine to' cultivate the lands as freeholders; but the unfortunates had had enough of Dr. Turnbull's slavery, and the entire colony removed to St. Augustine, receiving allotments of land in the northern part of the city. Dr. Turnbull, it is conjectured, must have lost most of the money he had invested in the enterprise, for, although the colony had been, brought to a good pitch of cultivation, it required great additional outlay to effect this, and the returns In nine years would not have been any reimbursement. In 1870, when my father removed from west to east Florida, the Minorcans were a very numerous people indeed at St. Augustine and on the St. John's river from Picolata to Mayport, at the luoiith of the river. They were a very runty and swarthy people, some of them olive colored. Their hair was usually jet black and very coarse and thick. Their average height must have been four and a half feet, a few of them were given to obesity, but in the main they were a very slender race, though as sturdy as Mexican bronchos. They were remarkably clannish, seldom marrying outside of their race circle. ISu tiding I'p Living Animal. The astonishing and inhuman possibility of building up living animals from parts of several animals has been demonstrated by Dr. O. Born, a German physiologist. The experiments were made with tadpoles and other larvae and amphibians. Each of these were cut in two, and different parts were placed together in various ways, when some of them united, the hinder more readily than the fore parts. Two hinder parts, each with or without a heart, united in twenty-four hours, the moustrocity living and growing for a week or more. Current Literature. Hasiest Way Out. The music made by a Salvation army band in a London street was not appreciated by a gentleman who lived in a house near by. He sent a request for the band to stop. It was unheeded and 'the gentleman cut his throat.

LABRADOR SOCIETY.

At One Mission Worshippers Are Called to Church with a Flair. In winter Labrador is simply frozen out from the rest of the world. One "komitick," or dog-sled, mail reaches some of the more southerly settlements late in the spring. The Moravian missionaries at the Eskimo villages further north endeavor at least once a winter to visit by komitick the few scattered white settlers within a hundred miles or so of the missions. Sometimes the komitick is overtaken by a severe snow storm before shelter can be obtained. Then the missionary and his Eskimo driver dig a deep ditch down in the snow, and camp in the bottom. The gasses from the camp-fire prevent the snow from floating in, and the travelers are sheltered from the icy blasts. At Battle Harbor, Labrador, where there is a church (there are only two churches, I think, on the Labrador' coast south of the Moravian missions), they have a public sewing machine, and one long winter when the kerosene oil supply became very low, the women gathered at the parsonage and did their sewing by the parsonage lamp. As the Battle Harbor mission is too poor to furnish the wee church with a bell, the rector signals the call to service with a flag. High among the rocks at Little Bay, Newfoundland, I saw two little churches. One of these had a small belfry perched on a still higher rock. The other's bell swung from a tall spar; and to ring it one was obliged to climb a ladder much like the shrouds of a vessel. The dog-sled is also the regular method of winter travelling over the frozen bays of Newfoundland: only it is drawn by Newfoundland dogs instead of by the half-wolfish Eskimo canines upon which the men of Labrador have to rely. The Eskimo dogs, with the equally savage mosquitos, make life ashore a burden during summer in Labrador. A stick to beat off the dogs and a veil as a protection, against the mosquitos are absolutely necessary. It is a curious fact that the further north you go the more pestiferous the mosquitos become. They are worse in Labrador than in New Jersey, and are still worse in Greenland than even in Labrador. Gustav Kobbe in St. Nicholas. SCOTCH-IRISH IN AMERICA. Andrew Jackson and Stonewall Jackson Two Notable Specimens. The history of the Scotch-IrisTl In America is unfamiliar even in outline to some otherwise, well-informed people, says the New York World. No one can know American history, however, without knowing- what the Scotch-Irish are and what they stand for. They were among the first to cross the mountains into Kentucky, Ohio, Indiana and other states of the old northwest territory presented to the union by Virginia. They led the advance to the Pacific, and in politics, as in pioneering the"y have known how to push to the front and stay there. Their stronghold has slways been in the south. At first it was in the Virginia uplands and in North Carolina. Then it was transferred into Kentucky and Tennessee, where they had their strongest development. The men of this strain are apt to be radical. If they are religious at all they are almost sure to be Puritans. If flippancy were not so unbecoming in so serious a connection it might be said of them as of Longfellow's little girl that "when they are g-ood they are very, very prood, and when they are bad they are horrid." When Andrew Jackson bet on horse races, attended cock fights, and fought duels, he represented one extreme of the character, as Stonewall Jackson did the other when he said a " prayer before every act in his life and. put off until Monday thj reading of his sweetheart's letters which reached him on "the Lord's day." Perhaps there could be no better illustration of what the Scotch-Irishman means when raised to his highest power than is afforded by the two Jacksons. The ScotchIrish of America are a breed that always has in it the possibilities of greatness. But if you know one of the i!amily, beware how you quarrel with him, for he thinks all his own enemies are enemies of God and the human race. Flared Poker and Prayed. I have heard of an elderly Hebrew gentleman who was very fond of card playing and particularly of poker. One night his luck was especially bad, and he saw his money vanishing rapidly So that at every hand th?.t was de?.t him he would raise his ey. - on. high and pray, "Please, Lord, let me vin." Then he would start in and lose a little more than befoi'e. He became so disgusted after numerous prayers and losses that he threw down his hand and left the room exclaiming, "I play me no more poker." The game went on with the remaining players, and presently another man came in and took a hand. He wore a long black beard and hair to match, and he had most extraordinary luck. He won steadily, and after he had secured about all the money that the others had he threw off the, wig and beard, disclosing the features of the praying loser, and shouted gleefully, "Aha, Lord! You didn't know me. Dot's de time I fool you." San Francisco Bulletin. For the Hencflt of the Heathen. On a recent missionary Sunday atone, of he largest Presbyterian churches in Philadelphia, the pastor preached on the distress of the heathen and the beneficent influence of Christianity. A practical business man was moved to place a dollar in the collection. After the service he waited around to speak to the pastor. When he had secured his attention, he said: "Pastor, I gave a dollar to the foreign mission this morning, but I was so impressed by your description of the condition of the heathen races that I would really like to have them get the benefit of that dollar." The pastor looked up inquiringly, and the man added: "Here is ten dollars to pay the expanses of getting the dollar over ther."