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a COPYRIGHT BY AMEBIOAN PRE38 ASSOCIATION, 1801. CHAPTER V. BOLAKOH DOES HIS BEST, * , In eighteen hundred and seventy travel to America by the eastern route was a good deal less easy than it is now. But to an old campaigner like Maurice Solange hardships that would have discouraged ordinary tourists were as nothing. He journeyed in light marching order—a wooden box fitted with a handle to carry it by in one hand and an old carpet bag in the other. Sometimes, when he had to travel somfe distance on foot, he strapped the box on his shoulders. So independent was he that he never engaged a porter, but jogged along sturdily, finding a solace for all mishaps in a pipe of tobacco. He met with little or no hindrance on his way, being furnished with all necessary passports, and also, when occasion required, producing special letters or documents - that secured him safe passage. Traversing the Bed sea he went to Ceylon, and there got passage in a uteamer bound for Melbourne. Grossing thence to New Zealand he disembarked at Napier, and after waiting there, a week engaged a berth on a merchant vessel bound via St. Elmo and Pitcairn Island to Panama; She was a Spanish- American ship and bore the name of Santa Lucia. Solange was the only passenger. But at St. Elmo another was taken on board —a tall, thin fellow, with red hair and ' »n aquiline nose. When Maurice, lean- Ing over the tafCrail, beheld this individual approaching from afar he uttered an exclamation, and the pipe which he held between his teeth escaped from its position and before he could catch at it dropped into the Pacific ocean. "Well," Baid Maurice to himself, with the resignation of a philosopher, "the pipe is gone, but if Francois Dupont has come it is a compensationl" And Dupont it actually was—neither more nor less. eMtup in his bunfc fo* Wo days, dur* ing which time there W&S ft great deal of more or less outspoken; st>io;nl&tion among the ship's company fls to the nature of Ms illness. The captain? in answer to all inquiries, responded that the mate was suffering from a bad attack of indigestion and would be all right in a day or two. But on the third day Dupont, Who was always thd first to discover everything, told Maurice that the disease the mate had was yellow fever. Twelve hours later the mate was dead, and then the truth was known to every one. Before sunset a seaman had caught the infection, and that night three others were seized with the pestilence. There were twenty-five persons on board when the ship left St. Elmo; at the end of a week after the fever appeared only fifteen were left alive. The captain, Dupont and Solange were the most active in nursing the sufferers. The two first had seen yellow fever before, and Solange showed the handiness and adaptability of an old campaigner. These three were also the only ones who escaped the panic that is among the most effective predisposing causes of the disease. As fast as the men died they were stitched up in their hammocks and buried in the sea. No one who had been attacked recovered, but at length the epidemic seemed to have run its course, and for two days there were no fresh cases. . Then, when all seemed well, Solange himself was smitten. He straggled manfully against the fatal grasp of the fever, but in vain. When he realized that his time had indeed come, the anxiety caused by the thought of the peril to which his recent rescent glimmer as the corpse saftk !nto the depths of the sea» "Truly yotl had a heavy load to early on this eafth, You were not equal to it; and Providence, who favors tHe strong, transferred it to me. Well, I shall .know what to do with it, ghost or no ghostl Farewell," The Santa Lucia reached her port two days later. A tall, red haired man, Who announced himself to the authorities as one Solango, a peddler of wax fruits, came ashore, and with a carpet bag and a small box immediately left for Aspinwall, (To be Continued.) "If you do betray me, may you rile as 1 am dying, and with no one to love you!" These two men had belonged to the same regiment, and had stood shoulder to shoulder on more than one battlefield. ' Dupont, after his term of service was over, had knocked about the world for several years; he had been an acrobat in London, a gambler in Ceylon, a miner In Australia and a sheep farmer in New Zealand, and now, with a few thousand dollars in his pocket, he was on his way to Central America, with no very clear ideas as to what he would do when he got there. But he was not the man to get the worst of any situation in which He might find himself. Nothing frightened, nothing depressed him, Withal he was a most entertaining companion, having resources of anecdote, humor and dare deviltry that never knew exhaustion. No wonder, then, that Maurice, who for more than two months past Iiad scarcely exchanged two score sentences with a human being, was highly delighted to see thus unexpectedly his old comrade. But after the first greetings had been exchanged—and very hearty they were on both eides—Maurice began to reflect - thatperheps the encounter was not so fortunate after all, For Dupont, besides being communicative, was inquisitive, and he had not been on board half an hour before he had asked Maurice all manner of unanswerable questions about himself, his destination, his objects in traveling and a dozen things besides. How to meet this broadside of interrogatives Maurice knew not, for his character Wag straightforward and unimaginative. &e told lies awkwardly—and on the other hand, if he kept sileaee the result OPttW only be to stimulate his friend's in- qwsitivaiwss still further. Finally he attempted % compromise by informing Dupont that for certain good and suffl- cleat reasons he preferred not to specify his' exact intentions just then, but that after tfcey liftd arrived in New York lie Would willingly tell him all he cared to hear. Puponfc who had all tho imagination that Solange Jacked, was gifted also with the power p,f effectively disguising his feeling? and deaigqs when he deemed it expedient to do so, Be accordingly professed to be satisfied with the other's ultimatum; but, »lj the same time, privately made uj? UJft mi»d to get at the bottom of the my&tp^ whatever it was. And very UfceJy W9 WWJd have SOCK but tkw dssltex^efcasj another mission was thereby Exposed had the effect of worsening his disorder. His mind was in no less pain than his body; he had set his whole soul upon fulfilling the emperor's command, and he could look upon his illness in no other light than as a crime on his own part. He had undertaken a duty—as important a one as had ever been intrusted to a soldier—and he was about to fail in it. The emperor, never hearing from him, would suppose that he had" been unfaithful and had jdelded to a base temptation. It Was more than probable that the whole future of France might be compromised by his failure. He writhed in helpless agony at the reflection. And every hour— every minute—he grew worse, and knew that fate would be too much for him. Dupont meanwhile faithfully tended him; the lank, red haired adventurer displayed all the tact and cleverness of a woman. He always spoke cheerfully to the sick man, and his genius for telling amusing stores seemed to grow with the demands upon it. Nevertheless, DupOnt knew that the chances of his friend's recovery were infinitesimal, and he perceived that he had something on his mind. . Dupont had previously made up his mind that he would find out what Solange's mystery was, and he awaited developments. One evening, after a long silence, So- lang&spoke: "How far are we from Panama, Francois?" "Still two days at least, if the wind is fair, mon brave." . "Sacre!—I shall never last it outl" "Never lose heart! You will be all right in a day or two," "I shall be at the bottom of the ocean. Ab, I know it! I have tried my best, but it is no use. The emperor will curse me for a scoundrel!" "The emperor 1" repeated Dupont, looking up. "Did I say the emperor! Bah! my mind wanders." "Listen to me, Maurice," said Dupont, bending over. "Your mind is not wandering, but there is a weight upon it. I have seen it all along, it has retarded your recovery. Come! I arn your friend, am I not? If I were as you are I would confide in you. I don't know what worries you; but, if I did, I might be able to help you. And if I can you don't doubt that 1 will—eh? Come, free your soul, my lad, and your body will be all the better for it," "If I were sure that I must die"—mulr tered Solange, hesitating, "You are a sick man; but I have told you the only chance for ^recovery," said Dupont, shrugging his shoulders. "One believes in Providence, I suppose? Well, is it not Providence that has sent your best friend to your side at such a moment?" The dying man fixed his eyes upon the speaker. "Francois," he said, "if I tell you this secret will you swear to be faithful to Jhe trust? Will you carry it out as if you were myself? This is no child's play, be sure of that! You are a good fellow—you are my friend; but if you were my brother or my father it would not be too much." "Make yourself easy on that score, mon cher," returned the adventurer, laying his bau'd on the other's shpulder. "I don't want to drag out of you anything you prefer to keep to yourself, and it is only in your own interest tJiat I speak. But as to trusting me—what shall I say? I have lived as I can—I don't deny it; but after all, I am an honest man, and I would as soon think of betraying you-as of scuttling this ship and swimming ashore. Voila!" "If you keep your word, Francois, you will be fortunate the rest of you* life," said Solange} "but," he aj|ded, half raising himself on one elbow, "if you do betray me, may you die as I am dying, and with no one to love you; and until you, die my ghost shall liaunj; you day a»4 night and make your life a horror!" "Bah! bah! there is no need pf tips," said P'uppnt, with a laugh. * ( J fcave said that you may trust me, and J can say no more. Now, do as best An Amusing Scene in Court. One of the most amusing yet unexpected sensation scenes ever witnessed in a theatre occurred at the Theatre Eoyal, Manchester. The curtain drew up for Mr. Toole to address the court in re Bardell vs. Pickwick, when the whole of the jury mysteriously disappeared, their "box" suddenly giving way and ingulfing the "good men and true." At first the vast audience who crowded every part of the theatre were silent, fearing some dreadful accident had occurred, but as the unlucky jurymen rapidly reappeared, unhurt, though looking Very foolish, they broke out into a perfect hurricane af laughter, which lasted several minutes. The curtain had to be dropped to allow the jury to be "boxed" again, and when Mr. Toole began his address ho provoked another burst of risibility by alluding to the jury as "that worthy body of steadfast and immovable men." A peculiarly amusing feature of this novel scene was the fact that the majority of the "jury" were stage carpenters, whose duty it waa to erect the "court," and they suffered in this case for their own carelessness.—London Tit-Bits. 1 know she loves me. Erory day she fills My r,onl with joy that only true lovo thrillfls So f roo, I cannot measure If I would Tl>i» lovo unspoken yet well understood. 1'is never once the same, this tale of love, For now 'tis written In the blue above; And if tho hand be hid, yet still I trace Tho clearest limnings of her lovely face. Or yet she breathes it in my raptured ear. No sweeter romance can we mortals hear, For when among tho trees the south wind plays Each little trembling leaf her lovo betrays. Or now she drops, all loverliko, a flower. As if to company some quiet hour; Or yet the throat of some sweet singing bird Hopeats the tale, and alt my soul is stirred. So, like a courtier, everywhere I stray She smiling moots mo, as for holiday, As if to draw mo in her close embrace, And, like a lover, woo mo face to face. —Mary Woodward Weatherbee in Boston Transcript. A BAD CASE, Riding the Wooden Ilorso. Torture on a grand scale went out with Felton, the assassin of Buckingham, but torture on a small scale cpn^ tinned to be practiced .on military offenders down to the Eighteenth century. The form most frequently resprted to was that known as the wooden horse, to ride which was the punishment accorded for petty thefts, insubordination, and so on. The wooden . horse was made of planks nailed together so as to form a sharp ridge or angle about eight or nine feet long. This ridge represented the back of the horse, and was supported by four posts or legs about five feet high, placed on a stand made movable by truckles. To complete the resemblance with the noblest animal in creation a head and tail were added. ; When a soldier was sentenced, either by court martial or by his commanding officer, to ride the horse, he was placed on the brute's, back, with his hands tied behind him, and freqiiently enough, in order to increase the pain, muskets were fastened to his legs to weigh them down or, as was jocularly said, to prevent the fiery, untamed, barebacked steed from kicking.him off.TrLondon Graphic. A-New Glovo Morulor. It is quite a difficult 'matter to repair one's gloves so netttly and perfectly that it cannot bo detected as annonprofes- sional's work, bpt there is a little invention which facilitates this work to such a degree..that .even untrained hands can do it with neatness and dispatch. The -apparatus is made of nickel, and consists of two parts, which press against each other by means of a spring. Part of the top edge is provided with small teeth in close range to each other. The Seam of the glove to be mended is carefully pressed between these teeth, and the needle passed in and out at every opening. Repairing done in this manner is so perfect. that it cannot be noticed.—Now York Journal. As the fly glides rapidly over a smooth surface every step presses out a supply of gum strong enough to give him a sure footing and to sustain him in safety if he halts. So strong is the cement that that upon one of his six feet is quite sufficient to sustain the weight of his whole body. But if he stands still the gum may dry up and harden quickly, and so securely fasten the traveler's foot as to make a sudden step snap the leg itself. The sponge reproduces its kind mainly by eggs. In each animal are contained both the male and the female elements, and it throws out the ova to be hatched in the water. At first the young are free swimming, and afterward they attach themselves to convenient spots and grow. Primarily, sagacious dogs seemed to have had their origin in southern Europe, the figiiting dogs in Asia and the swift running dogs, like the greyhound, among the Celtic nations. Nevertheless, there is no doubt that the mastiff, which is a fighter, is of British origin. When a blood vessel is severed or cut in the awn or leg a'touruiquet should be made of a handkerchief w ith a knot in it, tightly twisted so that the knot covers the artery or main blood vessel. When the blood Stops flowing the pressure should cease, yon ii "Bend over bete," faltered t»e "and let Jfte Wfeteper i» ear " For nearly two centuries in England only the kings ^ere allowed to use forks. Their subjects had to keep on eating pie with their fiogers, Queen Elizabeth had a jeweled fork, and we are told that her favorite breakfast was "a pie of goose." "If a rna# pulls up a mandrake," says an old time wrjtjgr, "he will surely die soon thereafter. In common prudence it is best tft tie a. dog to the plant, and thus escape tfee0nl thyself." KossutU u#ua|ly finishes the day with a game of billiards, and, though he is 89 years old, fc§ plays with a H,ud The singing mor .1, beautiful donna njade her the My husband is at last convinced of the error of his ways, and has implored me to give his free and frank confession to the world. My husband is—or was—a very enthusiastic man, and imagines that he has a fine eye for the arts. Being a lawyer, he enjoys considerable leisure in the afternoons, and it is this that has proved his ruin. I shall never forget his first offense. It was very shortly after our marriage. I was wondering why he was so late for dinner when suddenly a cab drove up to the door. For one moment I fancied that it must be his mother (wives have their mothers- in-law as well as husbands). Imagine my astonishment when out jumps my husband, with a guilty jauntiness of demeanor, presents the cabby with five shillings (1 noted this extravagance myself from the window), and is followed by that functionary, staggering under an enormous burden, swathed in brown holland, up the steps. The usual loafer rushes forward and a fresh gratuity is distributed, to the horror of my economical mind. At last the thing—apparently a miniature of the great pyramid—is deposited in our small hall with a resonant bang, and its bearers depart. "What on earth makes you so very unpunctual, dear? The soup will be quite spoiled. And what, in heaven's name, is this?" "I thought you'd like it, darling (this with a nervous flush). It's the most wonderful bargain, and it would have been really wicked to have let it slip. It's a genuine Elizabethan—but, there, see it for yourself." The mummy like bandages were at last removed, and what do you think I beheld?. .An enormous rusty, musty, dusty and hideous clock! "Yes," he continued, "a real, antique, Elizabethan musical clock. It plays six tunes of the ^period; and, what's more, look at the initials graven on the face— 'W. S. 1 Fve very little doubt ttiat it ence belonged to Shakespeare himself, Who was, very fond of mechanical inventions. I shall have, of cotjrse,-'toi have it repaired and done up, and then it will look splendid in the dining room." He quite took my breath away; 1 could only ejaculate, "Where on earth did you pick it up, and what did you pay for it?" "At the sale of an old house. Every one said it was ridiculously cheap, and that they'd have given twice as. much if only they had known. Just think, only ia hundred dollars! Why, I could get two hundred for it any day." White elephants were nothing to this disgusting "horologe," as I found it described in the catalogue. I 4 - cost twenty dollars to put right, and then it smashed twenty dollars' worth of things in being fixed up. It sometimes played its miserable so called tunes so rapidly that you had to stuff your fingers in your ears; at others, it emitted a spasmodic and raven like croak that was positively alarming. At, last, thank heaven! it stopped— "never to go again," and I firmly resolved that not one penny more should be spent in "doing it (and us) up." Add to this that I subsequently discovered a Geneva maker's name inside, I could wish that I had been more stern on this first occasion, but I was weak, like too many young wives, and was satisfied with a scolding. The result was that we gradually became deluged with the most miserable miscellany of rubbishy bric-a- brac, damaged furniture, dubious pictures, and, in a word, the refuse of the auction room. ' To believe my husband, we were the proud possessors of Cromwell's hat, By* ton's toothbrush, one of Sheridan's IO O's, a curl of Marie Antoinette's, a &u- beus, a Rembrandt, a George Morland d believe this latter is the evil genius of the Picker up) and a whole roomful of split and useless "Chippendale" and "Sheraton," etc. And all had been ac* quired at "sales which had a history," at an "absurd sacrifice," and to the admiration of the disappointed bystanders I a%w that the fiendish habit was gradually growing upon him, like drink or gaming. I hope I know ray duty. I resolved to protect myself and him, and, after an awful scene ensuing on his acquisition of an infected sedan chair, I exacted from him a solemn pledge to give up this pernicious habit once and forever, was inexperienced; J«houl.d fcave the male mind befeter, Deterred the, open pursuit of bis nefarious s, he determined to smuggle his purchases in secretly. I had observed him ftageringr somewhat suspiciously over the auction advertisements of the dailies, aid { noticed also that his coat pockets lodged out curiously o» Ms nightly; ?&> tgWB. One day I had ippcasion to tidy (aj.agood wife should periodically do) .SSK5ritoire of his dressing room. What yon think I fouud? The drawers, pigeon holes, the interstices ev«n, literally crammed with heaps, of and tarnish^J enameled tou pocket revolvers au4 But my presence of mintt did not desert me. I have a strong will, and I vowed that our child's inheritance should not be thus squandered. My husband kept a handsome volume in which he recorded minutely a description, the prices and the dates of his purchase of this miscellaneous collection. My mind was made up. I numbered and ticketed every one of these horrible knickknacks with my own hands, I compiled their catalogue, and I headed it as follows: Messrs. Hammer & Tongs have the honor to announce that on Thursday next they Will sell by auction, In their great rooms in Blank street, tho valuable collection of pictures, porcelain, furniture in the Sheraton, Adams and Chippendale styles, arms, Limoges enamel, quaint watches and clocks, formed with consummate taste and at lavish expense by a gentleman who bos no further need for thorn. I myself arranged with the auctioneers, who, with some amplifications, adopted my catalogue, and a day was chosen when my husband was at last occupied (I believed remuneratively) in court. Well, the time came. I was so excited that, although sorely tempted to be present, I did not dare to attend the "rooms" of Messrs. Hammer & Tongs. The evening came, and with it my husband, in a frantic state of exhilaration. "You've won the easel" I exclaimed, fondly and admiringly. "Oh, never mind the case!" he rejoined impetuously; "it was settled, and I got away quite early. Having made the money I turned in—now don't be angry, darling—for a moment to Hammer & Tongs—most exciting sale of an eminent virtuoso's curios, and you'll admit that after all my judgment was not so bad; for it was an exact replica of my own—thing for thing and picture for picture, only that his Rembrandt and Rubens were poor copies, and his George Morland evidently spurious. The whole lot were going for a perfect song, BO •the Mftelrtrpm i» a So ntftny mtr^&s- teles told of the Noifwegian maelsttoni t] several writers, even Of works, hare pttffiOunced it mythical. But the whirlpool is and from surveys has becdtte known. It is on the NofWayeo^ the south of the Loffoden isles, between a small island called Mtjft&ett and a rocky islet. The depth ter in the straits is about 130 feefy just outside a 1,200 foot line will ly touch bottom, and the rushing in and out of the fiords not only the maelstrom, or : mill £ but numbers of other whirlpools render navigation exceedingly daflge** OUB. : ••).'' The strait of the maelstrom is perfect-,] ly calm at ebb or at flood tide, but wittt; the rising or the falling of the tide, ftff when a high wind is blowing or a storm raging, the waters driven in from the ocean find their way out again through the strait with such mighty violence tha¥ no ship can pass through the eddied, 1 There is little downward suction, as id tj commonly supposed, the danger being ji that the vessel will become uhmanagetyj able and be driven on the. rocks. It a$ said that whales have been found in the $ vicinity with their heads completely J crushed in, having been caught in th£ ' current and dashed against the cliffs^ The Norwegian government has' sur« v veyed the maelstrom and warned all navigators against its dangers, — St. <•% Louis Globe-Democrat. , S "Good heavensl" I ejaculated; "you don't mean to say that you bought your own"— But at this crisis a merciful film came over my eyes, and I swooned aWay. * * * » # * My husband is completely cured, and we are gradually now trying to collect modern coins, which we pick up elsewhere than in salesrooms.—St. James' Gazette. When One Sleeps. A shrewd man says, "A man can deceive mo as to his real character when he is awake, but if I can once see him asleep I can tell you what he is." And there is a strange truth in it. In sleep a man is off guard. The will no longer dominates, and first nature comes back and asserts herself. One can make his face say what he chooses when he is awake, but when sleep touches his face it tells the truth. The forced smile slips away and the cruel lines about the mouth stand out. The closed eyes shut out the look of determination that some- 'times gets into a man's face without the reality in his soul, and the childish indecision and irresolution that come back show you that the man ia weaker than he makes you believe. It was a half knowledge of this fact that a clever French woman used to phrase when she declared that she never would see any of her friends early in the morning, because she hadn't got her mask on yet. Her face hadn't got the soul out of it yet—or hadn't got the soul into it, which was it?—and she instinctively shut herself away from detection. We all juggle with our real selves and appear to be what we are not, more or less, but the truth does manage to get itself said somehow 'and sometimes.—New York Evening Sun, ' Funny mistakes of Authors. Everything lies in the application of a manuscript to the right channel. I have seen some funny mistakes made by authors. One would imagine that any author would avoid the error of sending a short story or a serial novel to The North American Review or a poem to The Forum, and yet scores of authors are doing these very things every month. I know a bright literary woman who persistently sent six batches of poetry at different times to The Popular Science Monthly and felt aggrieved because in each instance her verses came back. "Misapplication" would be an appropriate epitaph for the tombstone of many a dead author. The trouble is that there are a lot of careless, unthinking authors writing today who ought to be in some other business, They hear some one speak a certain title—perhaps it may be in naming a list of dead magazines—and they immediately grasp at the name as a new channel for their wares, and next day off goes a manuscript addressed to the periodical they heard mentioned, I know of magazines which stopped publication years ago to whom manuscripts are still being sent.—Edwin W, Bok. An Improved Castor. A useful castor of novel form is being used in England. It is intended to obviate the difficulties arising from the ordinary construction of castors, where the roller is carried on a cranked swivel arm which is easily broken off, The center pin of the roller bearing is fixed in a small plate, rotating freely round a cen- tre pin secured in the body of the castor, The plate named, when pushed round into any position, rests on the base, of the cup or diso of the castor m& is thus, while quite free to move jn any direction, thoroughly supported in every position, It is, in fact, a 'well supported universal joint. The castor ia a great improvement on the older types.--JI§«? York Commerpial pp Voij There are about thirty castles and pal aces in Spain which can be rented at from $3 to $10 per week, cash in advance, and any American who lands with §1,000 j# his packet «au Siog more style fojc §jx wentfcs Particulars Concerning Snow Storm*. ™ "Snow!" said a man with a turn6d I down fold in his left ear to a quiet pas* 1 ! senger who sat beside him; /'you don't ^ call this snow? Ever been out in Colo- 1 rado? No? Well, spring before last we *, had a snowfall in Denver— 28th of April, • it was— and the street cars ran in tun"!' nels through the city for four months, j Weatherl Why, you don't have enough ?j to send flies on a vacation. That's the ^ place — coldest winter you ever neard of , J 4 and hottest summer right on top of itt*j| Sudden change middle o' May, and the ^ ground was cracked with the heat by." the 1st of June." '* "But what became of the snow?" ! "Packed. Heat melted it on top and j ; water froze on the way down. 'Twas si; bad winter to cut ice on account of the r snowstorms, and the railroad company > made a fortune in July selling hunks of ; the tunnel to butchers and saloon keepers." . . : "My friend," said the quiet passenger, as his eyes grew moist, "I've got a boy '. at home who has tried every business under the sun and succeeded in none of them. Will you try and teach him your trade?" J "What d'ye mean?" asked the man with the reference ear. \ "I'd like to have him learn to lie," re-4 plied the quiet passenger. "If he can! equal you I'll buy him. a phonographl and set him up in the museum business."; But the weather critic had reached! his station.— Brooklyn Eagle. | The Secret 'of One Man's Success.' -^l A young man who lives on the heights/: who is famed for the good taste which het invariably displays in his dress,was askeflj the other day if there was any secret in the absolute correctness with whicn he always enveloped himself . He tated a moment, but finally replied, "C tainly there is, my dear fellow, but i,sl toll you, you know, you mustn't give^ away. It is just this way. When I'djj termine to buy me a new hat I ddnTgt to my hatter's and allow myself to be b'S lied into ordering something I do, noj want. Oh, dear, no. I take a stroll uj the avenue and examine all the hats thai are worth considering. I always Iook';a1 the men who are just my size, and whe| I see a man who has a hat on that ju suits me I march down to the hatter|j with the image of that particular, hat j delibly impressed on my mind,' and sist r;"on getting one just like it. • ' -How out the same plan with aUS my mothes. So that when enter a.-1 or's shop I know exactly what I wanti never think of ordering until I found the exact thing, but when found I order at once. So that wl have the reputation among my men of being very particular*— wi a good thing by the way— they Ipis because I know just what I Brooklyn Life. The Dollar Writers are not agreed a& to J;h$ ivation of the sign to represen'" word "dollar" or "dollars," Sos| tend that it comes from the let and S, which, after the adoption, federal constitution, vrew, the currency of the aew tTui and which afterward, in l^ writing, were run into each U being made first andtfee Others say that the contraction, the Spanish pesos, dollars? pthjrf,' claim it to be derived from, #19 word fuertes, meaning hard, so to designate silver and {gold from or soft money. The more plau4" other-; planation of thapnszle is W& a modification of the figure 9, anj! the character, as we jfiaJw it: *** that we are speakin money equal to eigfct as Belief to. ft Jti8cnjtiaw;ftn4 _ that the British Columbian S hffflakortfl 1 p™.*^ *«»ffi "» T **,H5 ' almost exact'

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