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The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1913-03-22
POSSIBLY THE FIRST MUSIC
eaoplpes Have Been Known Since
There Has Been Any Record
Written In History.

Basptpes are tho Bulgarian national
instrument. Until lately the servants
who waited on the Turkish grand viz
Ter in Constantinople were mutes.
though not, as In former times, per-
sons specially .mutilated, but children
born deaf and dumb. They use .
language Of signs, with a special ges.
ture to describe the representative Of
each nation. To indicate the Bulgar-
ian agent they initiate q man playing
the bagpipes. It was not the Bull
garians who invented the pipes, how
ever. They are among the oldest Of
musical instruments. An ancient gem
shows Apollo with them, and two in
struments In the book Of Daniel are
believed to have been bagpipes.
The bagpipes range not only in time
from Apollo and the Bible to the pres
ent day, but geographically from China
to Spain and Great Britain. England
is said to have given them to Scotland.
One country, however, finally lost a
peculiarly severe form Of the instru-
ment. This was the Sandman Ian.
nedda." which had three pipes. all
placed in the piper's mouth, and was
played by rubbing strips Of wax up
and down over the holes.
The work was 30 exhausting that
nearly all the pipers died young. In
1S45 George Burdett came across ono
who had survived to the age Of 80.
But he was the last Of the lannedda
players, and when he died, the instru.
ment was played no more.
The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1913-03-22
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
FOUND SNOW BRIDE
Startling Experience Of an Artist
Who Met Strange Girl in
Blizzard.
ev GEORGE MuNsoN.

Lawrence Harmed had put the I'm.
lshing touches to his picture, and yet
he was not satisfied. For four months
he had painted 1t, retouching here and
there until at last all was complete
except the woman who stood with out
stretched arms among the drifting
snowflakes. Her face, q type of South.
ern beauty, Spanish or Italian. had
never symbolized the thought of the
designer; now, staring unhappily at Il.
he felt that he could never attain to
what he sought.
Harmed occupied an attic In Wash
ington square, huge room which
served at once for studio and bed
room. Adjoining this was a smaller
furnished room, but he never occupied
this. He slept among his paintings,
and often in the middle of the night
he would spring from his bed to por-
tray the idea which had come to him
in the stretches of sleeplessness. Now
he looked out at the falling snow,
whitening the roofs around him. With
sudden impulse he put on his hat
uAU ONO1SOdS duu otAOOo UO"A SA0
stairs and into the darkness without
Then suddenly his heart beat wild.
ly. For there, approaching slowly and
uncertainty through the night, was
the woman of his dream. She was
girl of perhaps seventeen, slight,
wonderful in figure and poise, an
Italian, he thought.
What is the matter?" he asked
her. Are you lost? Are you ill?"
But she only shook her head and the
tears streamed down her face. He
tried her in French, in his unskilled
Italian, but in vain.
Harmed stared at her in dismay.
Then 1t occurred to him that his duty
was to offer her warmth and perhaps
food, and, in doing so, he would paint
The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1913-03-22
Thin Chauffeurs.

The latest disciples of the gossip OF
anti-fat are professional chauffeurs.
cts scant rations for me IL want
to keep my job" said one driver.
"Cloak models and ballet dancers are
not more careful Of their figures than
US fellows will have to be II the own
ers of automobiles keep on getting
squeamish about their tires. We've got
to be lightweights, every one Of US.
Time was when the man who wanted
q chauffeur hired the chap who knew
best how to manage machine, no
matter how much he weighed, but
lately somebody has been giving the
fat chauffeur black eye by figuring
out that his extra fifty pounds or SO
Is terrible wear and tear on the au-
tomobile. That has scared the owner
Of the car. There's no use. he ar
CUES, in adding to an automobiles I'M.
avoidable hardships, consequently
only chaufeurs who are regular
sylphs stand much Of 4 show"
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Suddenly His Heart Beat Wildly.

her. This was the model that he had
sought SO long. Afterward, later that
night, undoubtedly he could succeed
in ascertaining where she lived and
take her home.
She had no fear of him. She seemed
like tremulous, innocent child when
he escorted her into the house, up the
dim passage and stairs, to his attic
at the top Of the house.
She seemed naively interested in
the pictures that stood round the
room. and went from one to another.
clapping her hands with delight. But
he could not understand word she
said. She was certainly not Euro.
pean girl. Perhaps she was Syrian.
He took his brush and platette and
began deftly changing the face of the
woman in the picture. 1t was mid.
night before he had finished, and even
then he was not satisfied.
Nov you must go home," he said,
and pointed toward the door. He
put on his hat and overcoat again.
But when he made his object evident
she began weeping and chung to him.
looking up imploringly into his face.
Well, there was nothing but to offer
her hospitality. She understood at
once and assented eagerly.
Harmed was awake betimes the fol-
lowing morning. but when he was
dressed and ready to begin breakfast
there came a tap at the door and the
unknown stood there, beaming upon
him. So he prepared breakfast for
two and then painted her again.
And he did not telephone for the
police. For by this time the novel
companionship, and sense, too. that
destiny had sent her to him, had
stolen away his judgment. And 80
for Gays he painted until at last the
picture was completed.
Harmed had always lived q very
lonely life. 1t had been one of intense
struggles and hardships, too, until, a
year before, his pictures had begun
to attract the notice of a small group
Of connoisseurs and had secured him
purchasers at q little more than the
scanty price which he had hitherto
commanded. Now the gentle influence
Of the strange girl stole into his heart.
He had mother living n a small
town upstate. He resolved to write
to her, to ask her counsel. with view
to sending the girl home to learn Eng.
lish and to be put through an elemen.
tary schooling. He would not take
advantage Of her helplessness until
she was in position to marry him Of
her will. And he knew that only his
sother would understand.
The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1913-03-22
Child F,oored a Comedian.

It was at recent theatrical per
Torrance in one of our big cities. A
comedian was In the course of deliver.
ing long but not always uniformly
funny soliloquy for which he is ia.
nous. Suddenly during lull there
came an unexpected comment from
the stalls. 1t was in the high treble
voice of a girlhood, and the words,
audible on the stage and in several
parts Of the auditorium, were: Mum.
nile. I wouldn't mind II they pulled
down the blind now" It was dramatic
criticism Of dramatic kind; and tho
outspoken child was not the only per.
son in the house who would have had
no objection to dropping of the cur
tain, though she was the only one to
say so. At any rate, the curtain fell
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protection chain. Gust view the
scenery and make yourself co,aforta-
BILE" -
you must be a great fa-orite, Jack,
to get job in the very first car of
the train. What's that iron box in the
corner?" asked the old man.
That's the express company's safe"
explained Jack. "We're carrying the
pay roll of two sections tonight.
presume theresa quarter of a million
dollars in that safe"
"And something else, Jack!"
laughed his mate, Dave Hardy. "Your
son has locked up his first engagement
ring for safe keeping, Mr.. Dandy"
.:"Eh, who's it tor?"' inquired the old
farmer tcking up his ears.
why; who could it be for but pref.
ty Nance Burdick?" asked Jack,
flushing furiously. II hope you don't
find any objections, father?"
- Eyes, d." declared the farmer. Il
object to your not having married her
long ago. / would If I'd been in your
shoes. Ha, hal"
The old man sat at the breezy open.
ing in the doorway, watching the fast
flying landscape with manifest con-
tentment. and delight. He had come
aboard with an old-fashioned satchel
and what seemed like q cardboard box
about two feet square. It was done up
in manila paper and this with his
satchel he kept close beside him.
What you got in that box, father?"
asked Jack finally.
Nothing to attract you, son. You've
been so long away from the farm it
wouldn't interest you"
AS 1t began to grow dusk the land
scape ceased to interest Mr.. Dandy.
They had lunch. The old man began
to yawn.
"see here. father" said Jack, "in the
head end Of the car yonder there's q
cot. Dave and I spell each other on
it on the long runS sometimes. Rest
. bit. won't you?"
II believe I WILL" assented the farm.
er.
The dead.end Of the car was part.
toned of with door in the middle.
This had once contained q pane Of
glass to admit light, but it was missing
now. Jack soon heard his father
snoring. He and his mate were sort
ing some second-class express matter
about an hour later when . crash
aroused them.
In went the panel Of the platform
door. Then end of a crowbar intruded.
Then, before the startled express mes.
sengers could advance or. retreat, q
quick hand reached in. snapped the
catch, and as the shattered door
swung inwards two men sprang into
viev -. *
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Observation-Disclosures
ROUTING THE ENEMY
How a Swarm Of Busy Little
Bees Put Train Robbers
to Flight.
BY ALvAH JoRDoN GARTH.

Spick and span alb a polished toy,
newly lacquered and metal trimmed,
old SO, crack locomotive of the Over
land Special, footed to a stop at
Beachville. There it took one pas.
senger aboard, and then changed on
its way again, miracle Of life and
beauty.
The engineer handled the lever with
the dignity Of man ruling the des.
TIMES Of a world. His foreman, the
envy Of all short run operators along
the line, fred the coal into the blazing
box like an expert tossing ball and
enjoying 1t. 1t was big thing to run
the handsome twenty-four-wheeler
The proudest man among the train
crew, however, was Jack Dandy, and
the most delighted passenger was the
one just taken aboard-Jack's father.
Gray, grim and very much set in his
old-fashioned farmer ways, he was
considerably excited over taking his
first ride of consequence behind the
iron horse.
Jack had started in at railroad work
four years before the present time.
He had worked his way up to a very
good salary, and was now assistant
express messenger on the Mountain
run. His father was anxious to visit
his brother, who lived two hundred
miles away: At first, stubborn in his
ideas as to time.honored usages, he
was bent on making the journey on
horseback. The prospect of a free
ride influenced him, however, and here
he was. an honored guest Of his son
in the express car.
There's a cushioned chair for you,
father" said Jack, opening the side
door the six inches permitted by the
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tramp. He was only half dressed
and he stared with bleared eyes at
his unexpected visitors.
Remember me, don't you, Frowsy?"
inquired Dacre.
'Why, sure" assented the tramp,
after long stare. you're the gent
that paid me to stand for a photo
graph and put me in the paper"
II That's right, Frowsy. Well, I've
got you a longer and better job"
: what doing?" challenged Frowsy,
suspiciously.
''This friend Of mine is writing a
book on tramps. He wants you to
hang around his place for week or
two. Just act natural, and let him
study your fine points. see?"
A queer smile crossed the tramp's
face. He blinked grimly. Then he
said: d.
sorry, governor, but it can't be
DONE" 49,. -:
"Why not?"
well, I'm in pawn. You see, m,
best partner, Slim Larry, was taken
In yesterday on a ten dollar fine. I
sent out most Of my clothes to get
enough to have a man see the alder
man. 1t didn't work, and reckon I
wouldn't look very invitin' anywhere
hangin' around in these togs."
you. needn't worry about that"
said Dacre. "Mr. North will start you
out with a new suit of clothes-and .
bath" -. :.
1T looks good" remarked Frowsy,
"but I couldn't rest easy with Larry
in trouble. Tell you, gents" and
Frowsy grew eloquent, 1--WE had part
ners, but,.snone like him. He's been
failin' lately, and it's the country air
or the buryin' ground for him. He's
got q poor relative on q. farm, and
we'd arranged to get him where he'd
be safe and comfortable, when the
police took him in. When I get him
out, gents, I'm open for q PROPOSE
ton"
"Give us the details about your
friend, Frowsy," directed Dacre, "and
we'll fix that end Of the case" !.
"You will?" questioned the tramp
eagerly. "Then I'm your man."
1t was transition Of splendor for
Frowsy from the alum district to the
apartments Of the story writer. Little
Paul took . great fancy to Frowsy.
The tramp was full Of fascinating
stories Of the vanderbilt. and the
poor little fellow. valued his reminis-
cences Of hitting the road" because
he himself was shut out physically
from such peregrinations.
We'll, North, how are you getting
slong with your model" Daera sakAd
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cs0&sS3cs33e5; c8:c&3;x
FOUND A REAL. HERO
He Was Only a Tramp but PROVED
Himself to Be a Genuine
Man ..
BY eARAH EsrELLE nALcom,

oVuN0 col SIle oA6COms
I'm up stump, .Darce, and that's
the truth Of It. I'm freed, at sea, ma
rooned. My publishers have. ordered
tramp series. I've read you the first
3 chapter. and you say, it won't do"
So That's right-won't do at ALL" as
scented Alvin Dacre. poet, critic and
magazine editor. you don't get the
right touch, you see. You make the
tramp all beer and dirt-no human
interest. Get back to your old forte
the simple villager. Look here, there's
big chance on Jap-n. Put in year
there ana write something worth
while." ~. ~
I'D do 1t only for little Paul." said
Philip North, and his big bluff voice
became gentle as that of woman's.
He couldn't stand trip like that"
Little. Paul, the crippled brother,
was the tender spot in the heart of
Philip North. Even blase Alvin Dacre
had seen something in the wonder.
ful love between those two that made
bis own barren heart ache at times.
WELL" he said, III you're bound to
immortalize the tramp, do it right,
that's all. Cultivate the genus. Study
him. I've an idea. Come with me-"
Dacre was cratic and wilful, and
North never questioned his leadership.
The former. proceeded to the cheap
lodging house district OF the city and
piloted the way up the stairs of one
Of its cheapest structures. He spoke
to a man at desk. The latter called
m assistant, and q minute later the
: two friends were halted in front of the
last Of a row of narrow sheet iron
rooms with q wire netting over the
top.
On wretched cot lay big, good
.natured looking fellow, Enthusiastically
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'nanas up" ordered one OF them.
and the trainmen found themselves
threatened with two glittering revolv.
ers.
Resistance meant sure death, ana
Jack and Dave were forced to sue
cumb to being bound hand and foot.
The men carried them to the door.
way of the dead end, threw them
upon the floor, and proceeded to as.
sault the steel safe. One Of them
faced the prison place of their cap
tives, weapon leveled.,
His companion must have been
working some fifteen minutes on the
stubborn strong box, when the old
farmer awoke.
Father" spoke Jack quickly,
"don't stir, don't raise your voice
above whisper"
why not?" inquired the old man.
"Train robbers!" announced Dave
in cautious voice.
you don't say so-where?" de-
manded the farmer.
Out in the other part of the car.
We are bound hand and foot. They'll
put you in the same fix if they dis
cover you" IT,,
Jack proceeded to explain the stu.
alton in detail.
Him." muttered the old man. 1.-TWO
against US three. What's the matter
with me setting you free and pitching
into the critters?"
Because they are armed and ready
to shoot" warned Jack.
The old man ventured cautiously to
the door window and peered through.
Then he retreated into the darkness.
Jack heard him chuckle and approach
the door again, his mysterious box in
his hand.
"For goodness sake, father. don't
do anything rash!" he pleaded.
"Oh, no. Ill only give those fellows
rash," said the old man, with . sup.
pressed laugh.
There was the sound of ripping pa.
per and breaking wood. Then one
end of the box lid was slid gently
across the window space.
Eli! what's that?' sharply yelled
the man at the safe, dropping his bur.
glarious tools in hurry.
II should say SO! Bees!" yelled his
partner. couch! Murder! There's a
dozen of them! A thousand! A
swarm!"
The captives heard weapon clans
to the floor of the car and the sound
Of hurrying footsteps. Suddenly old
Dandy dashed into the other part of
the car. There was yell, the
sounds of scuffle. CHANGING out, the
amazed Jack saw his father corner.
Ing one of the train robbers with his
own revolver.
Into that other part, double quick
ordered the staunch old hero. "Un.
tie those boys, ror I'LL pepper vel"
The Overland Special arrived at it's
next stop with it's treasure chest in.
tact and with bound prisoner. His
comrade, amid the agony of the bee
bites, had leaped from the train.
Old Dandy knew SO much about the
little honey makers that he soon had
them out of the car. and back in the
box destined for his brother.
"There's history to that ring,
explained Jack, as he slipped the en-
gagement circlet on the finger Of
blushing Nance Burdick back at theil
home town few evenings later.
"Yes." chuckied s'his father seri
ously,, "a history withsa life pass ovel
the road for yours truly, and a CHECK
from the railroad company big enough
to spare something for a wedding
present"
Copyright. 1912, by ". G. chapman.)
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Of his friend one evening at the,l
club.
The literary man shrugged his
shoulders indinerently. 49,
"Your plan 10 q failure, Dacre," he
said. II haven't so far traced any Of
the undersurface heroism you pre-.
dicted 40 the occasional. characteristic
Of the occasional tramp. Frowsy is
prosaic and humdrum. His sole ambi-
ton in life IL to shirk work. He will
tell wonderful stories Of the tricks
Of the trade performed by Slim Larry
nothing. better than riding on the
bumpers or raiding q farmers kitchen,
though" ..
"Well. there's his hero worship. His
friendship for little Paul is some
thing pathetic,
Eyes. that is true" acknowledged
North, the old tender CLEAN coming
into his fine eyes. whats that" he
almost shouted, as bell man hurried
to his side and repeated into his ear
telephone message just received.
"Dacre, my home is. on fret"
The apartment house where North
lived was about six squares from the
club. In a wild fever of suspense and
excitement the two men ran all the
way. A groan came from North's
lips as they turned a corner. They
came in sight of the building. It was
= mass Of flames.
paul" shouted the frenzied North.
and made dash for the hre-fringed
doorway.
Dacre and a policeman dragged him
back and held him by main force.
Zone man just rushed in there"
said the officer. Hell never come out
alive"
AS a burst Of flame singed and
drove them back, Dacre set up great
shout. 80
Look, North, look!" he cried.
Three stories up, hanging" from the
sill of a window of the North apart
ments, was q man. The flames seemed
TO scorch his head and his clothing
was on fire. It was Frowsy, and in
one arm he bore a huddled form
wrapped up In a drapery.
Catch him!" rang out in anguished
but. imperative tones from the tramp,
and just then four firemen ran up with
the safety net.
Unsinged, unframed, little Paul was
extricated from the net just as
Frowsy fell into it, a helpless mass.
"You brave fellow!" almost wept
Philip North, as clasping the hand of
the tramp he accompanied him to the
hospital.
"You saved Slim Larry didn't for
GET" murmured the loyal Frowsy,
and tainted away with pain.
Frowsy recovered from his burns
and was sent to the farm to join his
partner, a pensioner Of North for life.
The tramp book was published and
was success. Its author. sent a
copy to Frowsy. ...i...... E:
"say," said the latter the next time
North and little Paul visited the
farm, "that tramp hero in your book
does some big things, Mr.. North"
Nothing to equal what you did for
little Paul." declared North gratefully.
you risked your life to save him. Do
you think we can ever forget?"
Frowsy placed a loving hand on the
little golden head.
ITO think Of it," he said, huskily-
! "the city cut out, and Larry and me
happy and honest and comfortable
here. Say, the story book can't beat
It. Every time think Of 1t feel as
II this battered old heart Of mine was
all clean again." 't
Copyright. 1912, by W. q. chapman.)
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AfnIctlon Of stammsrlno.

stammering is . hesitancy Of
speech, the result of an affection OF
the vocal and cumulative organs.
There are many opinions az to the
cause Of this affection. The person at.
fected may be Relieved by following
certain rules. the principal one being
cultivation Of tho habit of speaking
correctly and not fast. The sufferer
must study the process Of speech, the
relation Of breath to articulate sounds,
tho position Of the tongue and other
organs in molding the outward stream
Of air.
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Honor Accorded to Bulldog.

One day when he was in Constants
nople, Herr Won Kiderlen Waechter,
says the Hamburger Nachrichten,
went to call by appointment on the
Austro-H Hungarian ambassador, Count
Won Pallavicini. He was accompa.
MED, of course, by his bulldog, and
when an acquaintance detained him
for minute in the ambassadors
ante-chamber, the bulldog walked on
and entered the counts room. The
count. being almost blind and . little
deaf, heard q noise In the room, and,
thinking the German minister had en-
tered, called out: Good day, my dear
'Kiderlen! Have you good news from
9erlin?" ....
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Innocent.

II try to think" said Benham, "that
woman is the equal Of man and as we'll
qualified to take part In the political
life; but it sort of Jars that belief to
get the reply did this morning from
my wife, when remarked, on reading
the returns, that Bingham ran ahead
of his ticket, and che innocently In
CURED, what wls his hurry 7re-Judga,
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aeIf.Made.

MAN IL fearfully and wonderfully
made"
Eyes. and woman 10 fearfully and
wonderfully made IN"
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He Business

"can you tell the signs Of tho
times?"
II don't see why ] shouldn't Ipaiat
en-. -.
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soon, for the consul was not yet home
from his office, and Nine. Nouriddian
was also out. He was shown into .
modest reception room; he was con.
scious that young woman was seat
ed there. Next moment the blood rush.
ed to his head. There before him,
smiling and tremulous, was the womr
an he loved.
It seemed like a dream to Harmed.
A mist swan before his eyes and .
dizzy faintness overcame him. He
tried to stare out through the encom.
passing clouds. and, trying in vain.
sank into q chair. And then-then
she was kneeling at his side and her
arms were round him, and her cheek
was pressed against his own.
At luncheon Harmed, with his sweet
heart seated beside him, and the con.
sui and Nine. Nouriddian bsaming at
him across the table. learned tho
meaning of his inexplicable adven.
lures. The girl was an adopted daugh.
ter of his wife. of good family in
Teheran, who had come to America
in charge Of a relative who sought his
fortune in the new world. Unfor.
tunately this man had proved false
to his trust. and had obtained admis-
sion for her in the guise of his wife.
met Harmed and his bride in
Paris lest spring. They are supreme
ly happy. The "Snow Bride has bios.
somed into q rose.
Copyright. 1913 By W. g. Chapmaa1