Omaha daily bee., 1889-06-16

and tell Mn5 about "Kolly Pint" $50
/ went to the Tribune buildin'," he
says, ''an' wen IL como my turn went
inter the)pem where Mr.. Greeley was.
guess the, man that was in the room
before me ff'ust have riled him some,
for he looked mad AN jest give me nod
as much as ter say, speak quickl' So
sailed in. l tole him he was the means
o. my goin' west, and I'D settled Mt
'Kolly P'pt, an il was the fin est place
in the country, an he orter put piece
in the paper 'sayin' so.
Les see,i sez'e, 'aint that the town
where nine Then was kilt by despor-
ado q little while ergoY
well they, had been little kinder
squabblo there on account OF q cow
puncher ridin' aroun' town shootin'
people, an s'pose they was somebody
get hurt. SO l sez: Yes, that's the
town. and he gave o gruut. L see then
thet l had ter 'polergize for the cow
puncher, 80 I sez, sez L: 'Kolly Pint liz
splendid place, Mr.. Greeley. 1t has
the finest soil, the finest air, you ever
see. 1t don I need nothin' in the worP
'ceppen' little good serciety an u lit
tie rain,'
'Humpl sez'e, that's all hell
needsl'n
I1OTdC6 N6F0eU, bUe urblSb, WIS going
from Versailles TO Paris by railway In
the same compartment with him were
two ladies whom he had never seen be-
fore, but who were evidently acquainted
with him. They examined him minute
ly and commented freely on his martial
bearing, his hale old age, the style of
his dress, etc. They continued their
annoyance until finally the painter de-
termined to put on end to the persecu-
tion. AS the train passed through the
tunnel of st. Cloud, the three travellers
were wrapped in complete darkness.
Vernet raised the back of his hand to
his mouth and kissed it twice violently.
On emerging from the obscurity he
found that the ladies had withdrawn
their attention from him, and were ac-
cusing each other Of having been kissed
by a man in the dark.
Presently they arrived in Paris, and
Vernet on leaving them said: Ladies,
l shall be puzzled all my life by the in
quiry, which of these two ladies was il
that kissed mep"
When Charles Dudley Warner, says
the March Book Buyer, was the editor
OF the Hartford Conn., Press, back in
the ''sixties," arousing the patriotism
OF the state with his vigorous appeals,
one OF the type-setters came in from
the composing-room and, planting him
self before the editor, said: well, Mr..
Warner, I've decided to enlist in the
army" With mingled sensations of
pride and responsibility, Mr.. Warner
replied encouraglngly that he was glad
to see the man felt the call of duty.
''Oh, it isn't that" said the truthful
compositor; "but I'd rather be shot
than try to set any more of your
lNl bod L.
that men had different motives for
going to the war, but also that ones
unconscious influence is sometimes
stronger than, his formal effort. We
also get an idea of Mr.. Warmers hand
writing rather different from that sug-
gested by his autograph. The fact is
that he is such quick and nervous
writer that it is not possible for his pen
to take a lsgible course and keep up
with the flow, of his ideas, and so long
as there is no war for the compositors
to flee to, the world is enabled event.
ually to read what he has written.
The late centenarian, M. Chovreul,
although one of the patrons of photog-
raphy, refused during the greater part
OF his long life to have'his picture taken.
Not until 1888, when in his ninety
seventh year, did he overcome this an
tipatby. It happened, as he wrote a
friend, in the following manner: Il
entered the carriage to go to the insti-
tute, when gentleman in the politest
manner possible addressed me: Mon
sieur Chevreul, you can do me the great
est SERVICE l replied that I was in a
great hurry, but he persisted and
begged permission to accompany me in
my carriage. acceded to his request.
He had scarcely taken his place at my
side, however, when he said: Monsieur
Chevreul, you can be my fortune or my
ruin. l am a photographer l trem-
bled, but he added: The emperor of
Brazil (you know Dom Pedro, who is u
true savant and who decorated me with
the Order of the Rose), wishes to have
your photograph, and if succeed in Oh
tanning your permission my future is
assured / could not resist him, and
in the name of Dom Pedro accompa-
MED the photographer to his studio"
Lord William Lennox In his "Recol-
lections" tells story of the GOODNESS of
the duke of Wellington. The French,
with fresh force double that of the
duke, we're. closing in upon his jaded
troops one stormy night in Spain.
Wellington completed his preparations,
and then turning to scout asked:
iAO" AoHS "iii Az 10 pOAOio UuCy Cdu
reach us?"
''Half an hour" was the reply.
o'tThen can go to Sleep" he said,
and wrapping his cloak about him he
dropped where he stood in the muddy
trench and in an instant was asleep. He
woke when the bugles OF the enemy
sounded in his ears.
Napoleon, his soldiers were accus-
toned to declare, not only slept soundly
when under fire, but even when riding
on horseback.
General Grant also had the same
faculty of falling instantly asleep even
in the face of danger.
This singular physical trait is not
more proof of courage than cause
for 1T. The brain in these brief mo-
ments of sleep finds new vitality and
wakens ready for the conflict again.
A story is told Of famous English
admiral, Sir Sydney Smith, whose
ship, the Antelope, in terrible storm
in the North sea was driven among the
rocks. Sir Sydney summoned his Off
GERS to the cabin.
Gentlemen, you know our condition.
We are driving on to the breakers. 1
acknowledge that l can do nothing