The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1907-04-09

Boy, it's such a little span
From the far rear to the van.
Dash ahead and win the stake:
P you can do it; make the break.
Work is done. Strike out for there
Indianapolis News.
A Shot at the Biggest Moose.
There, in a shallow bay, standing
knee-deep in the water, and roofing up
the lily-stems with his long, pendulous
nose, was the biggest and blacklist bull
moose in the world. AS he pulled the
roots from the mud and tossed up his
dripping head I could see his horns
four and a half feet across, If they were
an inch, and the palms shining like
huge tea-trays in the moonlight. I tell
you, old Silverhorns was the most beau
tiful monster I ever saw.
But he was too far away to shoot by
that dim light, SO I left my birch-tree
the bay. A breath of wind must have
blown across me to him, for he lifted
his head, shifted, grunted, came out OF
the water, and began to trot slowly
along the trail which led past me.
knelt on one knee and tried to take
aim. A black cloud came over the
moon. I couldn't see either of the sights
on the gun. But when the bull came
opposite to me, about fifty yards off,
blazed away at venture.
legs-it looked as if he rose fifty feet
in the air-wheeled and went walloping
along the trail, around the south end of
the pond. In minute he was lost in
the woods. Good-by. Silverhorns!'
I'VE tell it weel" said Mcleod, reach
ing out for fresh cigar, "fegs! All doot
Sir Walter himself couldna impruve
upon 1t. An sac thot's the way We
dina murder puir Seelverhorrns? It's
tale I'm Joyful to be hearin','
Toif 11sf rod
That's not the end, by a long shot.
There's worse to follow. The next
mornings we returned to the pond at
daybreak, for Mcdonald thought 1
might have wounded the moose. We
searched the brushes and the woods
when he went out very carefully, look
ing for drops of Llood on his TRAIL
"BluidY groaned the engineer. ''Heeh,
mon. wouldna that come nigh to max
We greet, to find the beasts he'd bluid
splashed over the leaves, and think O.
him staggerin 'on thro the forest, drip
pin the heart cot O. him wi every
step?"
But we didn't find any blood, you old
sentimentalist. That shot in the dark
was a clear miss.'-Dr. Henry van
Dyke, in Scribner.
Plain Speaking.
William Faversham made speech
at Ford's theater. Baltimore, last Mon
act of 1.-THE SQuaw Man. in which he
referred to certain persons in the audi
ence as talking DRINKS" and other
wise gave evidence of much feeling.
William F. Lucas, a society leader, said
Mr.. Favershaw showed bad taste.
Charles E. Ford, manager of the thea
ter said the incident was not 5usti-
fed, but cheers and applause greeted
the speech from all parts of the house.
This was Mr.. Faversham's rebuke;
81 am not going to make speech,
he said, because that is about the
worst thing 1 do, but 1 do want to say
a word to the boys in the gallery.
There is a bunch of talking trunks on
the first floor. and it is very annoying.
especially to the women in the cast. In
the acts to come there are a number
of pathetic scenes. and I want to ask
you boys up there to see that we have
good order for the rest of the even
ing. If some one of you is a Sherlock
Holmes ana will help us discover the
offender will give him a reward. ~.
In explaining his action Mr.. Faver-
sham said: During the whole of the
first act the couple on the stage were
tho object of ridicule on the part OF
the men and women who had seats in
two boxes. Some Of them were so ner-
vous I had difficulty in persuading
them to continue playing. 1 was nat
urally incensed, and when I went out
to answer the call to a speech after the
first act I expressed myself very
plainly.
ct addressed myself particularly to
the boys in the gallery, for they are
the ones who pay their so cents and
want to see the play in peace. I spoke
of the offenders as talking drunks.'
for I find that the only way to deal
with such people is to give them some
of their own medicine. I sympathized
with the women of the party. After
nv speech the offenders were dead
quiet.
To-day I have received twenty let
ters from men and women in Baltf-
more, and others have come to my
hotel to tell me 1 was right. I regret
that such a course should be necessary,
but the play loving public must be
protected in some way when such peo-
pie disturb the performance"
What Makes the Sky Blue.
1t is atmosphere that makes the sky
look blue and the moon yellow. If we
could ascend to an elevation or Hfty
miles above the earth's surface. we
should see that the moon Is brilliant
white, while the sky would be black,
with the stars shining as brightly in
the daytime as at night. Furthermore,
as a most picturesque feature OF the
spectacle, we should take notice that
some of the stars are red. others blue,
yet others violet, and still others
green in color. OF course, all of the
stars (if we bar the planets of our own
system) are burning suns, and the
hues they wear depend upon their
temperature. The hottest stars are
blue. Thus Vega, in the constellation
Lyra, is a blue sun. hundreds of times
as large as our own solar orb. We
are journeying In its direction at the
rate of millions of miles day, and at
some future time 1t may gobble US all
up. For, after all, humiliating though
the confession be. our sun is only a
very small star-of the sixth magni-
tude, or thereabout-and of an i'm
portance in the universe so slight as
to be scarcely within the pale of re-
spectability.-The Reader.
Her IdeS of Happiness.