Arizona republican., 1903-11-22

lllt ClldlIlp plOAiS NNhtl IiOlil Ailt AlNIu. He appealed at once to the umpire, but the latter said gravely:
 Not out.
 At the end of the "cvcr' this um- pire taking pr. Grace aside, whisper ed:
 You must be more careful, SIT. You really were out that time" F. Marion Crawford. the prolific novelist, has little sympathy with the ''art for arts saks'' cult. He has a swift. fluent pen, and does not believe in that indefatigable polishing which Walter Pater advocated. Otherwise Mir. Crawford could not possibly turn out the number of volumes annually that he dccs.
 A young woman was introduced to Mir. Crawford recently. Hearing that he was a novelist, she said: And have you written anything that will live after you are gone?" ''I dent know, he replied. You see. what I am after is something that will enable me to live while l am here" John Alexander Dowie is opposed to the bankruptcy laws, which he regards as dishonest. MT. Dowie holds that if a man owes a debt he owes it till it is paid. and no law on earth can absolve him from it.
 l In his hotel one afternoon during his New York campaign MT. Dowie told reporter a bankruptcy story. Tn Scotland, where I come from" he said, there used to live an old man named Fergus MacGregor. Fer gus carried the bankruptcy law to it's logical conclusion, and proved, uncon- sciously. its fallacy. | The old man was a chandler. He got into difficulties, failed, went through the bankruptcy court, and was let off at the rate of } shillings to the pound Permission was given him, that is to say, to liquidate each just debt of 1 pound by the payment of only , shiilings.
 Well, Fergus was a happy man when the order of the court was an- nounccd to him. He paid all he owed at once. He said he saw his way clear to growing rich, and the next morning he started out tC do a little shopping for his wife.
 He went to the grocers and bought potatoes tea, outmeal, sugar, eggs and so forth to the extent of two pounds.
 
 laid down ten shillings in payment.
 Fergus, man, this not right said the grocer. Your bill is two pounds. not ten shillings.'
 Oh, yes, that's all right said Fergus, I have permission from the judge to pay five shillings in the pound.'
 Fergus, you see, thought that the judges order was to hold good for the rest of his natural life, and it was a hard business to convince him to the contrary. What I say is why shouldn't the order have held good? Why isn't IL as right to pay future debts at the rate of five shillings to the pound as 1 to pay past ones?"
 William Nelson Cromwell, the repre- sentative cf the French Panama canal commission, recently called on Presi- dent Roosevelt in Washington. MT. | cromwell is something of a sportsman and during the interview he told the president q sporting anecdote. Scme years ago" he said. 'I spent a week in Germany shooting small game. To q German acquaintance one morning l happened to remark. that I preferred to shoot in America, because there was spice of danger in the sport there.
 Ach, said my friend. you like q spice of danger init your sport, eh? Den you go shooting init me. De last time I go, I shoot mine brother in-law in de leg"
 Edmund J. James, the president of the Northwestern university, was travelling some months ago with clergyman. This clergyman, a man of about 60, locks older than he really is fact of which he hates to be remind ed.
 At small rural station an aged and bent farmer, panting violently, boarded the train.
 "I have had to run," he said. nearly half mile to catch these cars"
 Then addressing himself to Professor James companion, he went on:
 It's bad job sir, when old folks like you and me have to run"
 The clergyman frowning asked the farmer how old he was
 I'm s6,' was the reply
 "Oh,' said the clergyman. "there is twenty years difference between you and me-"
 Goodness, sir" exclaimed the old | man, you don't mean to tell me you are 1O6