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GEORGE GRANTHAM Balm.
RAP GENTLY ON THE WALL.
An Easy Way to Rouse sleepers when
the Door Bell FaiIs.

tne DOOR beu fa1ls.
From the New York Budget.
man who lives halfway between seth
street and Harlem. New York, spent last
summer in town alone In a big brown-stone
house with two servants. He likes to sit
up late at night writing. At o'clock the
other morning he finished a batch Of let
tiers he thought important. and wishing TO
catch the early mail he started out in smok-
ing Jacket and slippers. AS soon as he had
closed the front door behind him he remem-
bered that he had left his keys in a side
pocket OF his street coat He posted the let
tiers at the street corner, went back and
rang the bell The house. as silent as the
tomb, gave back hooking echoes OF the
gong that tingled In the basement as he
pushed the button. The servants on the
fourth floor both slept unmindtul
I've pushed that button until my thumb
is sore" said he to a policeman under the
nearest elevated station. What shall I
doT" The cop" went back with him and
they made futile efforts with the officers
bunch Of keys to unlock the street door.
The policeman gave It UP. The locked-out
man went IN despair to look for a drink.
On his way he met man returning home
from work. and told him his plight Easy
enough to get in" said the latter. On the
way the reporter picked Up a loose stone
a window, are you? wouldn't like to do
that" said the homeless one. anxiously.
Never fear, was the reply.
The reporter climbed the stoop and raped
once, twice. thrice, quite gently with the
stone against the brown-stone front wall
The effect was surprising-even startling.
Windows in three or four houses on either
side few UP and as many heads were stuck
out of windows inquirine In perturbed &C
cents what had happened A very sleepy
maid servant looked out of the exile's home.
"Oh, It's you, Mr.. Arthur? 1 thought bur-
glars were getting In. I'll let you in at
nnHQ " "(NOufOrarh Mr. Arthur nss.
middle-aged neighbor. IT thought a bomb
had been exploded in my parlor. II people
can't get home at decent hours" and bangi
went his and the other windows.
You can hardly hear IL from the street but
II sounds like an earthquake inside the
house-that rap on the wall It's an old
trick. found useful by reporters sent out
late at night to wake up some prominent
citizen when important news requires that
he be seen at once. The leaden butt OF cab
by's whip In the favorite weapon
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arranged many pleasant excursions for the
lad, on one of which Paul shot his first big
game. a fine buck. He was even permitted
to accompany the lieutenant on a scouting
expedition in the neighborhood of White
river, where some unruly Utes were re-
ported.
This was quite a notable event to him.
He was mounted on the lieutenants spare
horse, sported a pair of borrowed spurs
had big revolver strapped to his belt and
wearing a pair of gauntlets and a gray
SLOUGH hat, rode off with the party in gal
liant style. They were absent from camp
four days, during which time they covered
80 miles and saw lots of game, but no In
dams. The second day out one of the SER
geants shot magnificent elk, some steaks
off which the lieutenants orderly broiled
for supper. 1t proved toothsome DISH and
washed down with clear, mountain spring
water made a delicious meal
1t was hard to say goodbye to his army
friends, and especially to the lieutenant
from whom he parted with many express
sions Of regret and with the fervent hope
of a future reunion. On the way back to
the agency the ambulance halted at Chief
Ouray's cabin, where Paul met the old war
rior and his squaw, Chipeta. who offered
him bowl of soup, but the previous sight
of string of skinned puppies hanging near
proffered hospitality.
The fare from Pueblo to Anamosa, thence
by stage route to Los Pinos, had made
quite an inroad on Pauls slender purse So
iS".iiiS oNci HiSHt dl tHe agency, ne
decidede to send his valise to Silverton by
express and set out afoot for that camp.
His outfit consisted of a blanket strapped
to his back in which were a change of I'M
derclothing and a few handkerchiefs. On
his person he carried a comb, toothbrush
telescope tin cup, a pocket knife and a
small revolver, which Lieut.. Hatfield had
pressed upon him a parting gift. The
slcuch hat that he had worn on the scout
ing expedition, wooden shirt and stout
shoes completed his tramp attire.
Inc alkall dust was nearly a foot thick
on the trail, so Paul quickly took to the
prush, where the startled sage hens flew up
almost in his face as he trudged along For
time he amused himself by popping at
them with his revolver. but as he hit none
and cartridges were scarce he soon desisted
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laughingly added: Now, girls, just possess
your souls in patience, and I'll disclose the
dark secret this afternoon"
Both Madge and Edith declared they
hadn't the least particle of interest In his
mysterious Hans. and begged him not to
think of revealing them on their account,
but Paul smiled good-naturedly, and said
he knew they were burning with curiosity
To his mother he whispered, as she follow
ed her husband to the door, I'll tell you all
about II when 1 come back"
Paul Travers, ST., always walked to his
office in fine weather. In the first place it
saved car fare. and secondly the two-mile
tramp acted as tonic on the system Of the
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came up here by wagon: but we are going

came up here by wagon: but we are going
back tomorrow"
ITO Denver?' queried Paul. wistfully.
Yep! Don't live there, do your
NO, but am headed that way; 1 suppose
thefes no chance to join your party, is
II don't know: can you cook?"
Visions of his experiences in camp at
Bridal Veil Basin came to Paurs mind as
he hesitatingly answered, "well, I'm not
an expert. but L can make good coffee and
batter in the fire."
Where are you staying?"
over at the Gunnison House"
oh, yes; were camped near there; that's
our tent just the other side of the prairie
schooner you see with the green box Tell
you what I'll do. I'll speak to the boys to-
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newspaper world, where his trenchant pen
had long since won for him the recogni-
ton that his talents deserved.
He now sat in his cozy den on the fifth
floor Of the Mercury building and, with his
swivel chair half wheeled from his desk
turned toward lad Of sixteen, who. straw
hat in hand. had just entered the room in
response to the invitation that followed his
modest tap on the door.
In the bright-eyed. alert figure of the
youth that advanced toward him Mr.
Wilder recognized the son of an old college
friend. whose impractical business notions,
despite his cultured mind. had ever proved
. bar to his financial success in busting.
matter-of-fact Chicago.
During the occasional visits paid to his
former college chum Mr.. Wilder had learn
ed to admire the younger Paul Travers,
whose modest department, bright observa-
tons. intelligent questions and fund Of wit
were qualifications that readily attracted
the keen newspaper man. who, perhaps
saw in the lad some trace Of his former
boyhood self
The cordial greeting he accorded Paul
put the latter at his ease Immediately
After inquiring II his parents were we'll
and receiving an Affirmative reply Mr.
Wilder OWNED the youth had come to see
him for some specific purpose and not for a
mere friendly call. pointing to a chair.
In pleasant tone he asked: well, Paul.
what's on your mind? What can do for
your
Paufs eyes traced the pattern on the car
pet for a moment. and then meeting the
kindly gaze of his fathers friend the lad
modestly replied: It's like this Mr.
Wilder: I finished my studies at the high
school last month and knowing that father
can't AFFORD to pay my expenses at college
I am anxious to relieve him of my support
at home. for. you see. the dear old pater,
with his slender income. has had a hard
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much comment at
Washington a b o u {
the xtr a ordinary
mortality in the pres
ent Congress. People
recall in connection
with ii the remarka-
BILE mortality at the
beginning of Mr..
Cleveland's 9th e r
term, made note
worthy by the death
of Vice President
Hendricks. But what
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ELL, MY B o Y /,
what can I do for
your"
The speaker was
chief editorial writer
on one OF the leading
daily papers in the
west. OF medium
height, fairly robust
frame, piercing black
eyes. high forehead
and sallow features
his was, perhaps, the
most familiar figure
known to the Chicago
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WINNING HIS STAR,
OR THE ADVENTURES OF
PAUL TRAVERS.
Written for The Evening Star by Sam Clover.

Copyrighted. 1894. All rights reserved.)
CHAPTER r
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SENATORS WHO DIED
Over a Hundred Have Gone with
Harness on Their Backs"
this CONGRESS NOTED FOR MORTALITY,
But 1t Has Had a Worthy Prede-
cessor.
ON ID q TY TO THE END

Written for The Evening Star.
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The Greatest Death Record.

The record OF vacancies caused by death
In the present Congress is not so great as
the record which can be shown for the
Thirtieth Congress. On the 5th of May.
lS4I, Jesse Speight of Mississippi died on
the ID of November Senator Huntington of
Connecticut died. On the oath of December
Senator Fairfield of Maine died. On the
10Th of April. 1913. Chester Ashley of
Arkansas died. On the 25th of october,
1s4S. Senator d. II. Lewis of Alabama died.
So in the term of this one Congress five
Senators died in office. The record Of the
Fifty-third Congress thus far is only three.
To be sure. all three died this year and
within q few months of each other. But
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HE PASSED AS A GIRL.
The Remarkable Life of a Young
Man in the Swiss Alps.

The extraordinary story OF young man pass
ing as girl all his life until month or two
ago is just related from Treschatel iu the
Alpine district of Switzerland, says the Phla-
delphia Times. He was known by the name of
Laura Besner, and came OF a good family
Why his friends should have registered the
Child as female and subsequently kept up
the deception is a matter OF mystery. The
young man Is said TO have found the COM
partnership of the weaker sex very pleasant,
and would probably have continued to frequent
the society of young women as one OF their
number had he not fallen in love, bnt In order
to WOO and win the lady of his choice he de.
clared lis proper sex.
The earlier years of his life were spent In
convent school, on leaving which he studied
cure for stammering aud subsequently founded
a school for that purpose This was so sue
cessful that In a few years he amassed 40 600
francs, and then decided TO study medicine
With this object he was entered as a student at
the GrenObe School OF Medicine as d woman,
and TO all outward appearances was one.
His features were distinctly feminine, and
nothing In the shape OF a mustache or whskers
were TO be observed. LII every way he CON-
ported himself as a female, and seemed quite
at ease in the character he assumed. The
only thing which might have betrayed him.
perhaps. was u slight suspicion of the mascu-
line in his voice. This however, was scarcely
sufficient 10 attract special attention.
The young man has been married. aud az a
husband he has already become acquainted
with the hardships OF the rougher sex for,
sad TO relate, he is registered for military
service in 1895.
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ougs OF all kinds constantly coming and
going through the mails. At the time
there was such craze for chameIeons
thousands of these little lizards were
mailed in the South to addresses all over
he United States, and since they were
comparatively harmless alive or dead no
great effort was made to stop the bust
ness. But 1t happens Dot lnfrequenlly
That In the Dead letter Office an exceed
'ngly lively snake or an extensively dead
animal comes to light. Anything which
Is nktly to lnJure the mail matter with
which 1t comes IN contact is cOntraband of
me mail and is destroyed as soon as dis
covered whatever its value.
Wnat people will put 10 the mails was
Illustrated at the Worlds Fair by heavy
ak which came to the Dead-letter Ohi"e
one day wrapped in q simple piece Of
paper with the address missing It's owner
was never found. II was unavailable mat
Ter anyway for edged tools not cased are
forbidden the mails. Nevertheless tho
dead-letter sale always includes quanti-
Ties OF knives. People who want 10 matt
smali arucles are usually Ignorant OF the
postal regulations or else are willing to
take chances of evading them.
Inc CHRISTMAS season is always a har-
vest for the Dead-letter Office. In the first
place there is always the crop of gifts sent
TO foreign addresses which do not comply
with the postal regulations. Aside from
printed matter, articles sent as gifts can
not be forwarded to some foreign cOun-
tries unless the postage is fully prepaid at
the letter rate; and where a parcel pnst
has been established and special rates ARE
made for merchandise it Is necessary to
comply with certain regulations concern
ing prepayment of postage, observance of
customs regulations, etc. 1t is not safe TO
shin parcel matter abroad without con-
snltiDg The local postal authorities
frequent cause of the non-delivery of
mail matter is the failure of the sender
to wrap it carefully. Nearly 10000 parcels
without wrappers 60 TO the Dead letter
Office every year. Manv OF these, of
course. are magazines. No attempt is
made to find the owners of these and they
are not sold. Under the regulations all
magazines. pamphlets, illustrated papers.
plcture-cards. etc, among the dead" par
cells re sent TO WASHINGTON hospitals, eIc.,
and 1900 of these articles go to this des-
tinatlon every year.
GEORGE GRANTHAM Balm.
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LIVES TO TELL 1T.
ReCOIlections of a Hero of
BalaklaVa.
ONE OF THE SIX HUNDRED.
Colonel TreveIyan's Story of the
Famous Charge of the Light
Brigade.


Two inches added to the height of
Colonel Harrington Ashley Trevelyan and
he would not have been here to fully ex-
plain what to many people is mystery
why the charge of the Light Brigade was
made at Balaklava just forty years ago.
One of the bullets that pierced his head
dress, or "busby," would then have placed
him among those who were left in the
VALLEY of DEATH" AS it is he was at the
Palace Hotel few days since, one of the
eight surviving officers and the thirty re-
naming men of that immortal day. Octo-
Der %, 1854
Colonel Trevelyan at that time was
boy 10 years oil age. and had but two years
before entered her Majesty's service. He
then bore the title of lieutenant and was
attached to the Eleventh Hussars, but he
was promoted so rapidly that at SO he
found himself a full-fedged colonel. As
he sat the other evening relating the story
of 8alaklava he looked more like we'll
bred. well-groomed English gentleman
than soldier who went through the Cri-
mean War and saw twenty years of hard
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week ago. Pm either getting wrong in
my head or l last Saturday afternoon saw
a thing of air in the shape of some old
miner"
Whats that about ghost?" sung out
some of the men cooking and Ounging at
the other end OF the big campfire. "What
sort Of er thing was il yer seed?"
why" SAID the Omega man, sit seems
our Sonora cbum has had an experience
of some kind with the ghost of one of the
old boys"
Eyes. had a devil of time with it."
said Tehama, land all 10 broad Daylight
If the spooks is leavin' the settlements
and comm mp inter the wilds of the noun
tains, it behooVes me TO know it"
The attention of all in the camp was by
this time drawn to the man who hailed
from Sonora. Every man pricked ND his
ears at the mention of ghosts in the noun
tains. 1t was looked upon as sort of un-
holy invasion OF tereitOry rightfully be-
longing to the prospecting brotherhood by
some. Others said if it was really the
ghost of one of the ''old boys"-an old
'49er-it had some right to be up 10 the
mountains, but il w0uld be cheeky in a
eow-country sDO0k TO take to haunting the
bigh trails. But before forming an opin-
ion. all wanted TO hear the Sonora mans
experience.
We were camped in a grove at the edge
of a patch of meadow on bear River,
Nevada County, California. All were
pros pectors, and in parties OF two and
three had turned from the main road
toward sunset to halt for the night in
Mace that was fayorlte campiD ground.
The party that first arrived lighted a
campfire. and for this fire each new party
coming IN at once DeadeO, as LOT we'll
known home.
We were all leisnrely retreating from
the high Sierras, where il was no longer
safe to remain, as winter was near at hand
and big snowstorms might soon be eX-
nected. By nightfall ten or twelve men,
with nearly as many burros and pack
mules, were collected ID the camp. All
were soon chatting as though thsy had
known one another for wears. whereas the
fact was that the members oil no one party
were acquainted with any OF the men COM
posing the others. However, 1t was found
that most of US had mutual TRENDS In
various mining camps, and all being en-
gagged in the same business, we were soon
like so many brothers.
Finding all faces turned toward him OK
pectantly the Sonora man proceeded 10
satisfy the general curiosity. Said he:
Last Saturday was eamped ON the South
Yubs, little above Washington, near
the mouth OF Scoichman's Greek. In the
afternoon, having nothing better to do,
went up TO largs pool On the creek where
had seen fine lot of trout and began
fishing.
sAfter had been engaged in this sport
for about half an hour l began 10 have
feeling that some Que was near at hand
behind me. / turned about anu saw stand
ing within three or four PAGES an old man
dressed as a miner. He was a mau at
least six feet in height, broad chest ed and
stalwart A long gray beard reached far
down bis breast and he had but one eye.
1.-THE man gazed at me very intenty-in
a fixed sort OF way. l thought. His lips
parted and he seemed about to speak, bnt
instead he began 10 stroke his beard, first
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win one hand then the other, all the time
gazing at me in queer, wistful way.
L thought he was some miner working
oD the creek and was about TO speak to
him when felt trout take my hook l
turned and gave such a jerk to my rod
that flung the fish quite behind me.
Following the trout with my eyes as
thus threw ii out saw Ii strike full in the
breast of the old man, pass through him
and fall to the ground. At the same mo-
ment the miner disappeared. He seemed
Ia fade out just when the trout reached
and passed through his image.
Now what | saw was either the ghost
OF some old miner or l am getting TO be
wrong in tie head. Why the shape of
such a man should have appeared TO me I
cannot understand. have never known
such a man in California, yet there seemed
to be something familiar to Inc in his gen.
eTal appearance"
Il guess. pard," said Omega, ''it's safe
to say that you saw a ghost. Yes, pard,
thar amt no doubt about that. What YOU
saw was the ghost of old Jake Fisher
l knowed old Jake for years, and you
have described him to dot. | mined for
years IN the hills on both sides of Scotch
mans Creek-at Aloha and Omega-and I
often saw old man Fisher. Pard. you've
got him down to dot; his build, his one
eye, and even his fashion of Strokin' his
beard. Old Jake mined on Scotchman's
NI6ch-lIlo III WAS Just D6IOW tile 1cD
Bro0kshlre clalm-and first and last he
must have got out pile of money. Did
you notice near the mouth Of the creek, on
the west bank, an old rotten cabin with a
big pine tree LAWN across the middle of
II and smaShln IL almost fiat to the
ground? You did? Well. that was old
Jake's cabin, and in it he met his death
under that tree. II was many years ago,
and about this time O. year that he was
killed.
''Iu an awful storm one night the big
tree crashed down and killed the OLD man
as he was slice pin in his bunk
I'VE got his body out from under the
tree by chopin away part of the sleepin'-
bunk and buried him jist above the cabin
on the hillside. OH Jake had a mighty
rich claim and was close as The bark on a
tree, but we could find neither gold dust
nor coin about his cabin, though we
sarched high ana low. bein' sure he had a
pile hid somewhat. So we wur obliged to
write TO his family back in Illinois, at
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GOOD-BY.

Kiss me and say good-by.
Good by. There is word to say but this
Nor any lips left or my lips to kiss,
Nor any tears to shed when these tears are dry.
Kiss me and say good-by.
Farewell, be glad, forget.
There is no need TO say "forget," know,
For youth Is youth and time will have 1t so,
And though your lips are pale and your eyes wet
Farewell. you must forget.
You shall bring home your sheaves.
Many and heavy. and with blossoms twlned
or memories that go not out OF mind
Let THIS one sheaf be twined with poppy leaves
When you bring home your sheaves
In garnered loves of thine
The ripe. good fruit of many hearts and years
Somewhere let this lie gray and salt with tears
II grew too near the sea wind and the brine
OF life, this love of mine.
This sheaf was spoiled in spring.
And oyerlong was green aud early sere,
And never gathered hold in the late year
From autumn suns and moons of harvesting,
But faded In frosts of spring.
Yet it was thine. my sweet,
This love, though weak young corn wlthered
Whereof no man may gather and make bread.
Thine, though it never knew the summer heat
Forget not quite my sweet. ANDREW LANG.
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drawn, and each was trying TO hinder the
other. The sight of a .cherubim, as the
mem bers of my regiment were called from
the color of their crimson overails, was to
Lucan like red rag to bull.
COT course England was enthusiastic
over the day. but the opposing Russian
general sent out absurd reports concern
ing the battle. The Cur, however, had
true account Of the event hung in every
military school in Russia as an example
for young soldiers"
Colonel Trevelyan was about is when he
finished the course at Harrow, having
won scholarship at Ballioi where he
expected to go. The offer of a commission
suddenly changed his plans, and he had
just four days in which to study ''for tifica-
tions." lie passed triumpha0tly. and be-
fore he knew it was a corust in her Males
tvs cavalry. the Eleventh Hussars.
After the Crimean War he returned TO
England. where he was honored and feted
as one Of the nations heroes. He was
rapidly promoted and later served in
India. He came to this country four
years ago for short while. to see the
stayed ever since He is now the manager
of that large estate, and comes down to
the city quite often, where he has many
friends among the clubmen. He is an
excellent shot and is devoted to all kinds
Of sports
de is llaDlo at any ume TO succeed 10 the
estates and title of Sir Walter John
Trevelyan, who is the head of the house,
but an invalid. The English Trevelyans
are Conservatives, but the Scotch are
Radicals.
Sir George Otto TrevelyaD, a cousin of
the colonel, is Secretary for Scotland The
Trevelyans are Cornish family, and have
been baronets since Charles IFS time.
Colonel Trevelyan, 10 reverting to BaIa-
klava again, said that Sir Roger Palmer
of England is the only man who came out
of he battle without either wound on
himself or his horse. Colonel Trevelyan
and he are The only two surviving officers
of the Eleventh Hussars. Each wear in
London the veterans OF Balaklava give
banquet on the evening oil the day. There
are fewer covers necessary on each occa-