COURIER SUPPLEMENT;
Oregon City, Or., April 1, 1898.
OUT OF THE FIRE.
One Home That Witt Hot 1'anlo Stricken
When Dli Master Vi'eut to Kescno UIiu.
The comnion b, lief that horses iu a
burning building are always panio
stricken and refractory, not recognizing
their friends and refusing, obedience to
those who would rescue them, is not
strictly true, as is proved by an incident
related by a Companion contributor.
The governor had a fine black driving
fcorse called Dexter. Although strong
nd spirited, Dexter was docile and obe
dieut and was pettod and made much
of by his master. As the governor kopt
no other horse, Dexter had the stable
all to himself with a clean stall and a
full manger.
The stable was near the house, and in
addition to ftexter's stall and harness
room oontainod a largo carriage room,
ku oat bin and a haymow ovor the stall.
Ono night, when the family and the
servants wero away from home and the
governor was in the house alone, he
was awakened by an ominous crackling
' and a bright glare on his chamber win
dow, aud before he could collect his
sleepy wits he was startled by a cry un
like any sound he had ever heard. As he
sprang out of bed the cry came again,
and hastening to the window he learned
the cause. Thp stable was all ablaze,
and out of the smoko and flames Doxtor
was calling his master to his rescue.
Pausing only to don coat and slippers,
the governor rushed out. The outside
door of the stable leading into the stalf
was already blocked by the flames, and
the only entrauee to be had was through
the carriage room, the harijoss room and
a narrow entry loading past the oat bin.
These rooms wore on fire overhead, and
burning wisps of hay and shingles were
raining down iu showers.
Blinded by smoke, the governor stum
bled along the roundabout way aud,
reaching the stall sooner than ho oxpoot
ed, fell hoadloug down the steps against
the excited animal, who was vainly
tugging at his halter. Thinking some
new danger threatened him, Dexter
gave a mighty kick that sent his master
sprawling and lamed him for a mouth.
"Whoa, Dexter I" shouted the govern
or. "Don't you know me, sir? Steady
now, old fellow, and we'll get out of
this."
Recogniziug his master's voice, Dex
ter turned his head toward the prostrate
man and uttered a coaxing whinny quite
unlike his previous loud cries of alarm.
Knowing he need fear no more kicks,
the governor crept up aud cut thehulter
and, calling Dexter to follow him,
limped blindly through the smoke filled
entry and the two blazing rooms be
yond, and close after him went Dexter,
his nose pressed against his master's
shoulder, man and horse reaching tho
safe outer air together.
"It was Duster's obedience that saved
him," said the governor. "I could not
lead him, and had he shown tho least
obstinacy or uuy less readiness to fol
low at a word through all that round
about, unaccustomed way I must have
left him to perish iu tho flames, but ho
followed like a well trained soldier, and
wo escaped from our burning, fiery
furnace almost as safely as Sbadraoh,
Mesbach and Abeduego did from
theirs. "Youth's Companion.
A Thorough Cure.
There is no sentiment about Grizler.
He is ciose and is not easily alarmed. It
is not surprising, then, that the doctor
assumed tho utmost gravity w hen Ciriz
ler called to present the case of his wife.
"I'm greatly afraid," said the bus
band, "that her mental equilibrium is
disturbed. !She is unt like other women
and not as she used to bo."
"What are the symptoms:"
"You may regard them of a negative
character, doctor. To begin with, she
ueer opens her fashion papers of la to. "
"Had! Had! Very bad!"
"I feared as much. Tho woman who
lives next door called last night cud
wore one of the mo.st elegant hats I v
or saw. Yon kuow that I am not given
to , noticing such things, Jlu (-Tn;.lor
never seemed to see it and said nothing
about it aftar tho caller had gmiu. "
"Awful, "exclaimed the doctor, "aw
ful. I've known your wifo, (Jrir.lor, ev
er since she was born. Ku cue mt had
a brighter mind or a happier dip isi
tion. 1 can't understand it. Used id be
the life and beauty of tvrry company
tsho was ever in. Does sho gj nut'; '
"Ku, nor entertain. Neva' mi ntions
tho theater, burns all itivitaiiotM and is
without tho slightest interest in tho No
dal whirl. I would give half Jm worth
to see her the girl I married."
"Done," snapped the duet r, and ho
wroie out the strangest prc.-i npi;:i on
record. 1c calle.1 for horses, ii.nl. i ,es,
lino raiment, jewels and a well i.iltl
purse. At the bottom was a i . e; t iu
full for fJoO.OOO. There wan n.i ' ! ..nee
for (irii'.ler to weaken, and uo.v his
wife is oho of tbe most r!l!ia:t wiiu u
iu the swiiu. When she and tlu old doo
tor meet, he winks und bho v hit-pern.
"'Vow dear old oal." Detroit l''ru
FAITHFUL UNTO fJEATH.
twite Spent Two Yean In Vindicating
His Brother's Honesty.
"I practiced law once in Silverton,
Colo.," said one of the passengers in
the smoking room of the Pullman, "and
had a case that struck me as a model
exhibition of faithfulness. A Swede
was mail carrier over the pass to the
other side of the range. It was not a
long trip, but it was a severe one, made
on foot and with the danger in winter
from heavy snows added to its diffi
culty. Andrew carried the mail ' fon a
year, then one day he failed to reach,
home. There were valuable letters in
his sack, and the inference that he had
decamped was strong. On the night he
should have come into Silverton his
brother, fresh from Scandinavia and
unable to speak English, got off the
stage. As county attorney I had to
break the news to the boy and stood by
while he wept.
"Howards were offered for Andrew,
and I sent out parties to searoh the pass,
but to no effect. A miner claimed to
have seen him a week lator in Leadville,
but we got no more trace of him. The
brother refused to believe that Andrew
had done wrong and spent his days
tramping the canyons searohing for his
brother s body. We tried to get him to
go to work, but he did not yield until
by his shortness of funds he was starved
to it. In tho summer, when most of the
snow was off, he searched again, but in
vain. During the winter he worked,
but when the second spring came he re
newed his lonely trarnpings up the trail.
We thought him demented, but he cared
not for our opinions. One day in August
he walked along at the base of a cliff
and saw a boot sticking out from some
debris. He uncovered it, and his search
was ended. That evening he came into
town with tho mail sack, muoh stained
but intact, and his brother's coat. The
grave he dug, with the rough stone he
afterward put at its head, is up the
canyon yet It took two years to vindi
cate his brother's name, but he did not
begrudge it. Whon it was done, he went
back to his native land. "Chicago
Times-Herald.
AN ANECDOTE OF LINCOLN.
He Measured Height With a Miner In a
Pennsylvania Town.
In the course of an artiole in St.
Nicholas Mary Lillian Herr relates the
following characteristic anecdote , of
Lincoln:
Once while on his way to Washing
ton as president the train stopped a lit
tle time in the town of . Alloghany, Pa.
Around the station a great orowd gath
ered, eager to see the new president.
They shouted and cheered until Lincoln
hud to appear on the rear platform of
his car. Ho bowed and smiled, but the
crowd was so noisy he did not try to
speak to them.
Very near to the platform stood a
miner, wearing a red shirt and blue
overalls aud carrying a dinner pail.
Like tho rest, he had stopped hoping to
see Mr. Lincoln. The workman was al
most a giant in sizo and towered head
and shoulders above the crowd.
No doubt he had heard that Lincoln
also was very tall, and, encouraged by
the frioudly face, the workman sudden
ly waved his bttre arm above his head
and called out:
"Hi, there, Abe Lincoln I I'm taller
than you yes, a sight tailor!"
This loud speech silenced the crowd
by its boldness, auil a laugh arose. But
Mr. Lincoln, leaning forward with a
good humored smile, said quietly:
"My man, I doubt it in fact, I'm
sure I am the taller. However, come up
and let's measure "
The crowd made way aud the workman
climbed to the platform and 6tood back
to back witli tho president elect. Each
put up a hand to see whose head over
topped. Evidently Mr. Lincoln was the
victor, for with a smile of satisfaction
he turned and offered bis hand to his
beaten rival, saying cordially:
"I thought you were mistaken aud I
was right, but I wished to be sure aud
to have you satisfied. However, we are
friends anyway, aren't wo?"
Grasping tho ontstrotched hand in a
vigorous grip tho workman replied:
"Yes, Abu Lincoln as long as I
live. "
Value nf the Kgg In Sickness.
Tho value of rgg albumen as food in
certain disi ased conditions ' is pointed
out by Dr. C. E. Boyutou. When fever
is present and appetite is nil, he says,
when wo want an aseptic article of
diet, the white of an egg raw serves
both as food and medicine. The way to
give it is to drain off tho albumen from
an opening about half au iuch in diam
eter irt the small end of tho egg, the
yolk remaining inside the shell. Add a
little salt to this aud direct the patient
to swallow it. Repeat every hour or
two. In typhoid fever this mode of feed
ing materially helps us in carrying out
an autiseptio plan of treatment Fur
thermore, the albumen to a certain ex
tent may antidote the toxiuea of the
disease. Patients may at first rebel at
tho idea of eating a "raw" eng. but the
quiekuess with which it goes dowu
without the yolk proves it to be less
lisairrecublo than they supposed, and
A PIANO FULL OF.WAgPS.
They Kept Quiet t'ntll the Professor
Struck the Loud JJotes. (
The piano was an old . grand., It had
not been used for.ip64Wt T6,e conijpa
ny had arrived in town but' a short
time before the performance began;
hence there had been no time to .teat the
instrument, Neyerth,eiop tie profess
or boldly opened wide the lids of the
long unused grand and then sat, down
to the keys. The first touch coavinoed
him that the notes were still clear and
strong, and that whatever , defeots in
tune there might be would be very
slight, so he began the soul inspiring
selection. '
Now,' it happened tha In all the
months in which the piano bad remain-,
ed unused a colony of yellow, jacket
wasps Had industriously Wilt them
selves a hpme in the shape of a nest as
large as a good sized saucer. The soft
pianissimp'ptelude to the selection gen
tly woke the 'wasps from their sweet
dreams. But when the soft pedal was
released. and the notes grew vigorous
and the piano began to reverberate to
the heavier passages the disturbed wasps
suspected danger. , They curled their
backs and stretched and shook their
gauzy wings viciously. The profess
or, nnheedful of the fact that the mu
sic, far from soothing the savage breast
of the vicious wasps ambushed within
that piano, was rousing their ire, play
ed on. From pianissimo to piano and
from piano with one bound to fortissi
mo the composition ran. All the while
the wasps fluttered their wings wicked
ly, viciously, and all the while the pro
fessor played. Now came the climax;
now he was throwing together vast
handfuls of notes in the basso profundo
region of the instrument. Just as the
grand was belching forth from its inner
most soul the musical thunder of that
great Wagnerian opera the vengeance
hunting army of yellow jacket wasps
swept out , of the instrument, with a
buzzing war song, down the hallway
and upon the audience. Suddenly soul
rending shrieks resounded through the
hall. Men and women were striking
about their heads, benohes were upset,
arid a general stampede for windows
and doors.ensued. Over the terrible up
roar, a 'shrill,' piping voice oould.be
heard shrieking;
"Sharlie, come mitt, Ach, Sharlie,
come mitl" '
Long before the outraged burghers of
Kerrville were up a little' band of men
with baggage, galore wended their way
out of the town and sat down on the
railroad track. They were the stereopti-co-musioal
aggregation of San Antonio,
and their faces, as they recounted ' the
horrors through which they had passed.,
were the image of that of Napoleon on
the nighi of Myaterloo. TThey flagged
the south bound passenger train and
took passage for San Antonio. Their
wisdom in slipping ont of town under
cover of night has never been question
ed. San Antonio Express.
The Usual Way.
There are some society girls who like
to marshal together all the trophies of
a season, in the shape of euchre prizes,
german favors and invitations galore to
all sorts of functions, where they may
be seen of men and bring green eyed
glances of jealousy into the. eyes of
other girls not favored quite so much,
but the queerest effort of this kind that
ever came tinder the notice of the writ
er was a pyramid of empty candy boxes
stacked up from floor to ceiling in a cor
ner of the parlor. The largest was, of
course, at the base, and there was every
make and style, gradually diminishing
to the .top. This dashing girl, with the
immense capacity for destroying candy,
excepted, every, male visitor to add to
the number as she started a plant in
each of the other corners of the room.
Of course a tremendous rivalry went on
among her visitors and admirers to get
the finest and most unique native and
imported boxes. Strange to say, she
married a man who hud nover added a
lone box to the pile, but he helped to
destroy some of the most toothsome
offerings of other fellows. New Or
leans Times-Democrat.
A Woman's Movement.
The residents of the 28 literarv olubs
which compose the Federation of Wom
en's Clubs in Kentucky at a recent
mooting which they held for the pur
nose of interehansins ideas nrton club
work decided anions other thinss to en
deavor to establish a bird day in the
public schools of the different cities of
the state. This will be one effort iu a
movement to preserve the birds. Thn
presidents will also use their influence
to have literature upon the subject dis
seminated, as they believe women are
ignorant of the vast destruction of
birds caused by their feather trimmod
bats.
An English writer assorts' that there
never was any Grub street, in Loodojv
tbe name having 'beeo ;' invented bjf
rvym. nuugry aumurs Decame iqqnrii
Ced with that street because they were
always trying to find it.
In Mexico the school children who
have done best are allowed to smoke
clfari virile pursuing their lessons.
WHEN I GET TIME.
When I get time,
1 know what I shall do.
I'll cat the leaves of all my books
And read them through and through.
When I get time, '
I'll write some letters then
That I have owed for weeks and weeks
To many, many men.
When I get time,
I'll pay those bills I owe,
And with those bills, those countloas
" bills
I will hot be so slow.
When I get time,
I'll regulate my life
In such a way that I may get
Acquainted with my wife.
When I get time
On, glorious dream of bliss!
A month, a year, ten years from now!
But I can't finish this
I have no time. Vogue.
FRANKLIN'S GRAVE.
Seasons Given For Allowing It to Remain
In Its Present Condition.
Benjamin Franklin's grave is in a
neglected condition. No appropriate
stone rises, over it, the ground round
about it is unoared for, and the tomb of
the great scholar and statesman is as
obscure as that of a man whose name
and fame were no part of the glory of
his country.
' ' His grave is destitute even of a head
stone. It is covered by an old fashioned
marble slab which was placed there 100
years go and is now worn and discol
ored by age.
Nothing has been done to it since
Franklin was buried there, and even
the modest arrangements of the grave
are not kept in the perfect condition
that is expected of a great man's tomb.
The earth on all sides is bare of grass,
the oommon thatching of the common
est grave, and an air of desolation is
about the whole place.
The sexton said that the descendants
of Franklin would not do anything to
repair the grave; neither would they al
low anybody else to do anything. Ev
ery day he has received offers of sub
scriptions from visitors, who are dis
tressed by ,' the forlorn appearance o.
Franklin's resting plaoe and who woult
like to , see it improved. In roply hi
says, as he has been instructed, thai
Franklin wished it so, "being a plaii
man averse to display of any kind. '
Not long ago, at his own expense, h
had the fading inscription reont, or els
even the only distinguishing mark, thi
name, would be gone.
If he had not done so, the last rest
ing place of the greatest man, outsidt
of ,' Washington, in American historj
would have been forgotten aud uu
known. Who is responsible far this con
dition of affairs? Not the living rela
lives of Franklin. The responsibility
rests with the American people, to
Whom the man belongs. They should
see to it in the future that what little it
there to mark the grave is kept in bet
ter order than it has been in the past.
Before he died Franklin provided for
his own gravestone and instructed a
etoneoutter of his acquaintance in every
detail, even to the inscription which
was to be placed upon it He desired to
be buried beside his wife, who had
died some years before, and a common
slab was to be placed over thorn both.
The inscription arranged as he ordered
-it reads: -
: ' BENJAMIN )
- : and J-FRANKUN :
: DEBORAH ;
: - 1700 :
' Everything was done as he desired,
and the work was paid for out of his
'estate and stands today the same as
Whe he died. Philadelphia Times.
- Wabbled When He Came to Possum.
Old Uncle Claybrook is a very reli
gious old , darky , aud , holds oonverse
vjitj) hifi Maker twenty times a day or
oftener. His habit is to pray and then
turn off , into what appears to be a one
sided conversation with the Lord, but
it is evident that there is another party
'to it as far as he is concerned. To hoar
him reminds one very much of a tele
phone conversation.
The other day he was going through
his customary devotions, aud when he
got to the point of expressing thankful
ness for the many blessings of life he
broke off into a recounting of them,
says Cicero T. Sutton of the Owens
boro Inquirer. "An den, dar's possum,
Lord how'd you ever think of makin
possum? Possum jes' beats all. Yon
jes' couldn't beat it ef you tried ag'in.
Possum, he, he I Yes, dar's watahmil
lion. I hadn't thought of dat. Hit's jes'
great You couldn't boat hit neither,
could you, Lord? . Now, hones', couldn'
you jes' fix it so dey bofe git ripe at
onoet? Ef you was to do dat, you mought
go out an shot de do'. Dey wouldn't be
no mo' sin an no mo' sorrow an no mo'
tribelation. Jes' try hit oucet, Lord, an
jes' see whut a dlffuuce hit would
make."
' And then "old ancle" began to bum
a quaint negro camp meeting tune and
stopped to look at a piece of liver in a
butcher's stall as the best substitute for
bis loved possum or as best suited to
the small piece of money which repre
sented his total movable wealth.
Pitcher's Castorla.
A Procession of Worms.
In some of the Hungarian forests and
in the pine woods of Norway there ex
ists a tiny, wormlike insect called thej.
sciara, of the genus tipula. During thej
month of July or early in August they j.'
gather together in large nnmbers, pre-!
paratory to migrating in search of food
or for change of condition. When set
ting out on this journey, they stick
themselves together, by means of some
glutinous matter and form a huge serpent-like
mass, often reaching a length
of between 40 and 60 feet and several
inobes in thickness. As the sciara is
only on an average about three thirty
eeconds of an inch in length, with no
appreciable breadth whatever, the num
ber required to compose a continuous
line of the siae above mentioned is al
most incalculable. Their pace is, of
course, very slow, and upon meeting
an obstacle, such as a stick or stone,
they will either writhe over or around
it, sometimes breaking into two bodies
for this purpose.
M. uerin-Meneville, a celebrated
Frenoh naturalist, says that if the rear
portion of this wonderful snakelike
procession be brought into contact with
the front part and a sort of circle formed
the inseots will keep moving round in
that circle for hours without apparently
noticing that they are getting no "for
rader" on their journey. If the proces
sion be broken in two, the portions will
reunite in a short time. The Norwegian
peasants, when they meet one of these
trains, will lay some artiole of their
olotbing, such as a belt or handker
chief, on the ground in front of it. If
the procession passes over it, it is re
garded as a good sign, but if it makes a
way round the reverse is believed. In
the Moravian districts a similar experi
ment is supposed to foretell a good or
bad harvest. Popular Science.
Teaching Children.
Noah Webster of dictionary fame '
would not have been in favor of the
kindergarten, so people who sometimes
revert to the beginning of the un
abridged edition find by his memoirs
there. " He felt." the writer sovs. "that
children should learn to acquire knowl
edge by severe effort; that the prevail-,
ing effort to make everything easy isun
philosoDhical and wrouc: that tbe creat
effort of early training is to form the
mind into a capacity of surmounting
intellectual difficulties of any and ev
ery kind. He wished at an earlv
period of ready memory and limited
oompreiiension to store the mind with
many things which would afterward
be found of indisnensablo use. thincs
which are learned with tbe utmost re
luctance, or rather in moat cases are not
learned at all, in the more advanced
stages of intellectual rrorress. He felt
there must necessarily be much of
mdgery in the formation of a thor
oughly educated mind. "New York
rimes.
Points For Poachers.
The West Indian negro is a born
poacher. He catches the quail by the
cruel expedient of strewing finelv pow
dered cayenne or bird pepper in the lit
tle dust pits whore the birds "wash."
The burning powder gets into the eyes
of the birds, whioh, confused and help
less, are then easily caught.
When he wants a wholesale supply ol
Bsh, he explodes a piece of dynamite,
which was probably intended for the
making of new government roads, over
a hole in a mountain stream, and the
Bsh are killed by tbe concussion. "
But his favorite resource is the bark
of the dogwood tree. . This he drops in
to a river hole, aud the mullet, intoxi
cated, comes to the surface of the water.
This singular property of the dogwood
has caused it to be employed as a nar
cotic. It is particularly useful as a lo
cal ansesthetio, and it has been recent
ly proposed to apply it in dentistry.
Pearson's Weekly. 1
The Actor and the Man.
Great painters, sculptors, musicians
and actors are careful not to lose their
beads in tbe tumult of tbeir emotions.
Edwin Booth, so far as is known, never
threw himself into his eharacter but on
one occasion, and then he was playing
Bertuccio in "The King's Fool. " Ii is
related that . he came off the stage at
the conclusion of. the performance con
vinced that he had surpassed all of his
previous efforts, and that he was ex
cited, thrilled, tingling with the emo
tions of the character into which he
had blindly cast himself, but his daugh
ter, Edwina Booth, who had been sit
ting in a stage box, told him she bad
never seen him act so badly. For that
one performance Booth deliberately had
chosen to be tbe man and not the art
istSan Francisco Argonaut
Leather and Kerosene.
There is one use of kerosene which is
seldom mentioned. It often happens
that when a heavy shoe or boot has been
wet it hardens and draws so that it
hurts the foot. If the shoe is put on
and the leather thoroughly wet with
kerosene, the stiffness will disappear
and the leather become pliable, adapt
ing itself to the foot If oiled whiloi
wet tbe leather retains its softness aj
longer time. The kerosene does not in
inro the leather irt alL