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THE SUNDAY OEEGONIAN, POETLAND, JANUARY 28, 1900.
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lONG MAKERSUMiy
The Mountain Lion.
Over bare ridges, through dense thickets gliding,
Stealthy and sure do I tollow my prey!
Alone the dark canyons. In tangled ferns hid
ing. v " '
Relentless I trail, and .remorseless I slay!
Strong are my sinews, and trackless my -winding;
Xolseless aa dew Is the fall of my paws:
Sheathed In the folds of their velvety binding.
Tougher and sharper than steel are -my claws.
Swift as a sword are my jejes In their seeking.
Piercing the day, or the blackest of nights;
Sleek is my muzzle, with Wood often reeking-;
Beady my teeth Xor the foeman who fights.
I am a Ling; dost thou aek me to battle?
Gather thy strength, for I give not a sign.!
What! art thou sounding so soon the death
rattle? I drink to thy health, in the blood that was
thine!
Alfred X. Townsend in the Overland Monthly.
EARLY DAYS IN THE NAVY
Waldron K. Post's Latest Historical
Sfovcl Various Other Publica
tions of-vCurrcnt Interest,.
"Waldron Kintzlng Post's new "book,
"Smith Brunt, United States' Navy," is
an historical novel dealing with the early
days of the United States navy- The
brilliant "but ill-fated Iawrence Is a prom
inent character. Most of his contempo
raries figure more or less In the book, and
the mystery of the coolly desperate Som
ers and his crew at Tripoli forms part
of the story. "While endeavoring to pre
serve the spirit and traditions of the old
navy, the author has also tried to bring
, out strongly the abominable side of war,
particularly of war between kindred peo
ples. The story follows the adventures
of a young lieutenant and a little mid
shipman. The opening and closing scenes
are laid in and about the Great South
bay, and some of the principal charac
ters hail from amphibious, sporting Xong
Island. (G. P. Putnam's Sons, New York.)
"Nature Pictures by American Poets,"
Which Annie Russell Marble has selected
and edited, is a collection of scenes and
songs of nature designed to give esthetic
pleasure to the student of nature,- and
at the same time to foster acquaintance
with the best American poets. By cour
tesy of authors and publishers,, the editor
has been able to include in the antholo
gy not alone selections from our earlier
poets of rank, but also IjtIcs and sonnets
by such contemporaneous poets as Aid
rich, Gilder. Stedman, Scollard, Sherman.
Cheney. Riley. Dunbar, Hovey, Pather
Tabb, Lloyd Mifflin, Mrs. Deland, Miss
Guiney and others. An Introduction traces
the gradual interest in nature during co
lonial and revolutionary decades, and the
slow yet grand evolution of nature-poetry.
The poems are classified as landscape,
vistas, music of winds and storms, sea,
streams and tides, birds' notes, flower
songs, oalendac-of theseaspns. Caref ully
selected stanzas furnish tests for each
division, and the volume is supplied with
& detailed bibliographical Index. (The Mac
millan Company, New York.)
"The Ship of Stars," by A. T. Qulller
Couch, is a lovo story of the Cornwall
coast, full of beautiful and tender color
the sea, old bouses, old families, quaint
characters, and strange, stirring happen
ingswith a bit of Oxford life. Begin
ning with the hero's odd boy-life, with
its dreams and adventures, and its whim
sical sweetness, the later chapters rise
to a high key of adventure and action.
A Cornish squire as self-willed and un
tamed as Raby of Rany or Silcote of SiJ-
cotes, his daughter, his friend, and the
son whom the daughter Is to marry, are
grouped in contrast with a very noble
parson, who counts all works glorious
when done in bis Master's name; his hum
bler womanly wife, and their son. a
dreamer, in whom the father's spirit does
not fairly awake until manhood. The boy
loves the squire's daughter, but she mar
ries as arranged, and leaves the boy to
gather self-reliant strength from good
and evil happening, until his character Is
the answer to his .father's prayer, "Lord,
make men as towers." (Charles Scrib
ner's Sons, New York.)
"What Charles M. Pepper has to say con
cerning "Tomorrow in Cuba" is the re
sult of a prolonged sojourn in the Island
before and during the American occupa
tion. One of the first warnings Mr. Pep
per gives runs to the effect that the
mere fact that the people one chances to
meet among the natives of Cuba while
one Is there for a short visit are all in
favor of anexation Is not to be taken
as settling the question. After talking to
all classes of the Cuban people and using
h.s -nits to learn the exact situation, Miv
Pepper Is of the opinion that the over
whelming majority of the Cuban people
are in favor of self-government without
American suzerainty or other interfer
ence. He believes they have the political
sense pretty well developed, and that
practice will carry them still further to
wards solving the problems of their own
rit.onality. Those comparatively few par
sons who do look for annexation are all
cnr..nced in their own minds that this
rreans nothing more or less than state
Lood, -n.th all that the word .signifies to
an Aznericanl, so far as local self-govern-mert
is concerned. They know nothing
of the territories, and would not con
srnt to absorption on any such terms If
It were proposed. (Harper & Bros., New
York)
Under the title of -'San Tsldro" Mrs.
Sch jj ler Crowninsx.ield has written a fas
cinating Southern romance. San Tsldro, a
Mexican ranch. Is the home of Don Bel
tran and of Aqueda, his intendant's niece.
He wins her heart and then permits his
of n to be won by his cousin, Felise, a
s Iflfh and domineering young person, and
nhen a flood comes Aqueda dies to save
their lives, "which is just what a girl
v.ould do." (K. S. Stone & Co,, Chicago.)
Tn "Spanish Peggy, a Story of Young
Illinois," Mrs. Mary Hartwell Catherwood
has sbown the civilization of a small town
in the 40s, with a fidelity which does not
lessen the freedom and charm of its pio
neer life. "We are inclined to think of
Abraham Lincoln as surrounded by ignor
ance and vulgarity In his young manhood,
but this little book indicates that, after
all, there was something in his environ
ment which made the dignity of his char
acter possible. It is a very charming lit
tle love story that Mrs. Catherwood has
woven around the figure of the crippled
Peggy, and she makes her stand out as
a real and captivating personality. (H.
S. Stone & Co., Chicago.)
In "Proportion and Harmony of Une
and Coior in Painting, Sculpture and
Arch-lecture," Professor George Lansing
Raymond, in accordance with the methods
In his and other esthetic books, unfolds,
from a study of human figures and build
ings, the principles of proportion which
are shown to correspond to those of
rhythm, not, as is usually argued, of har
mony, and to be easy to understand even
in architecture if applied as they were
by the Greeks; as a sequence to the ap
plication as essential in this art as In
painting of the almost universally neg
lected principles of perspective. The lat
ter part ot the book is a study of the
physical and physiological effects of col
or, showing in what sense their Influence
upon one another and upon the eye ac
cords with the principles underlying har
mony wherever manifested. (G. P. Put
nam's Sons, New York.)
A fascinating beok for the little ones
Is "The Wonderful Story of Jane and
John," by Gertrude Smith, the author of
the Arabella and Aramlnta stories. Be
sides the stories, there are many delight
ful pictures, In colors, by Alice Wood.
(H. S. Stone & Co., Chicago.)
Hamlin Garland's "Prairie Folks" is a
companion volume to "Main Traveled
Roads." The stories were written at the
same time, but "Prairie Polks" refers a
little more distinctly to prairie people and
presents a larger number of younger and
more humorous types. It complements
NOT AS THINGS
"And he shall be your
"Main Traveled Roads." "Boy Life on
the Prairie" depicts farm life in Northern
Iowa 30 years ago. In "Prairie Folks" and
"Boy Life on the Prairie" the reader will
find life in the Mississippi valley depicted
truthfully and simply, for Mr. Garland
has lived throligh almost every phase of
it himself. (The "Macmillan Company,
New York.)
Of all the odd coincidences of this sea
son's fiction, the strangest is that which
brought Mary Cholmondelay's "Red Pot
tage" before the world a few weeks after
an English peer fell from the platform
of a railway station and was killed by
an express train, for a precisely similar
Incident is its chief event. The peer,
having won in a suicide duel with his
wife's former lover, and finding that the
lover will not kill himself, compasses
his own death, and, to prevent the lover
from marrying an heiress whom he loves,
writes a letter telling the whole story,
and has It given to his Wife a month af
ter his decease. The story is burdened
with unnecessary characters, but is clever.
(Harper & Bros., New York.)
Rich and miserable are the character
istics of all the personages in Maurus
Jokai's novel, "The Poor Plutocrats." It
is one of Jpkai's earliest works and not
only Is It full of romanticism, but the
peculiar Hungarian atmosphere pervades
the whole book. It is founded on the
Hungarian law that the output of all gold
mines must be turned over to the gov
ernment. The existence of such a mine
on the estate of a certain wealthy noble
man has been known for generations.
Certain villagers have a mint under a
mountain, whither large quantities of stol
en ore are brought them, which they
turn Into coins identical with those mint
ed by the government. This secret is
handed down from father to son through
several generations. Another strong
feature of the book Is a masked robber,
who terrorizes the community for years.
His face is never seen, and when he is at
last cornered he puts a. pistol In his mouth
and blows his head off. Nobody ever
knew who Fatla Negra really was. (Dou
bleday & McClure Co.. New York.)
"Sketches ot Lowly Life in a Great
City," by M. A. Woolf, Is a collection of
those drawings representing children of
the East Side of New York for which
the artist was famous. The volume con
tains the best of the sketches, both hu
morous and pathetic, already published,
and. In addition, IS drawings which are
now published for the first time. (G. P.
Putnam's Sons, New York.)
D. Lange, instructor in nature study in
the public schools of St. Paul, Minn., puts
forward, in "Our Native Birds," many
of the ideas advocated by Audubon so
cieties in more than usually definite form
and greatly Increased In value by his
practical suggestions as to what to do.
The author not only points out the evil,
but suggests a cure. In Its own field it Is
unique in American ornithology. It Is
thoroughly in line with the spirit of the
bird study of the day, and It commends
itself to every one interested in bird pro
tection, while Us practical side will be
of value to those who wish to attract
birds about their houses. (The Macmillan
Co., New York.)
Louise Carnahan, author of "Polly's
Lion," believes that the extreme state
ments of the doctrine of moral heredity
prevalent today logically involve pes
simism, atheism, despair and suicide. Her
new book, "Little Dr. Victoria," a Soutn
ern story for boys and girls, is a protest
against this teaching. (Carnahan Pub
lishing Company, San Francisco.)
"The Kindergarten In a Nutshell,'" by
Nora Archibald Smith tells completely
t,a ovopHv what the kindergarten is.
Methods are described and Instructions
given for adapting the kindergarten to
the home or the community. (Doubleday
& McClure Company, New York)
Harper & Bros, have published In pocket
size "Stories of Peac and War." from
Frederick Remington's book, "Crooked
Trails" and "Pony Tracks." and "The
First Chrlstmae,"from Ben Hur, by Gen
eral Lew Wallace.
"Toyon" contains about 140 holiday rec
'tations suitable for school, home ana
ihurch. There are many old favorites in j
the collection. The xecltations were sc-
lected and arranged by Allio M. Felker.
(Whltaker & Ray Company, San Francls
, co.)
j Harper & Bros, have published a blo
graphical edition of James Lane Allen's
"Flute and Violin, and Other Kentucky
Tales and Romances," Besides the title
story, the collection contains: "King Sol
omon of Kentucky," "Two Gentlemen
of Kentucky," "The White Cowl," "Sister
Dolorosa" and the "Posthumous Fame."
"The White Terror" Is the title of the
new romance by Felix Gras, author ot
"The Reds of the Midi." In "The White
Terror," M. Gras paints with singular viv
idness the strange conditions offered In
the "Midi" after the more famlhar events
of the French Revolution, In Paris. He
shows the alternating triumphs and re
verses of whites and reds and the length
ening of the shadow cast by Napoleon,
while throughout all these stormy and
adventurous scenes there passes the ap
pealing figure of. Adeline, daughter' of a
murdered royalist. The story of Adeline's
protection l)y humble friends from fac
tional hate and from the murderous" Ca
llsto forms a romance extraordinary In its
sympathetic quality and dramatic power.
Her story and the tale of her friend Pas
ealet's adventures in the Napoleonic wars
make a romance which throbs with life.
(D. Appleton & Co., New York.)
The Doxey Book Company, of San Fran
cisco, has issued an illustrated edition of
Rudyard Kipling's poem, "Mandalay." The
Illustrations are by Robert Edgren, of San
Francisco. "Mandalay" is the first of a
new series, to be entitled "The Lark
Editions."
The Becky Sharp edition of Thackeray's
"Vanit:' Fair" Is meet-ng -with the ready
demand which the publishers, Har
per & Bros., anticipated, for it. A first
large edition was exhausted before the day
of publication arrived, and a second lar-
ONCE WERE.
master'r - Fllgiende BlaetterT
j ger edition was put on press lmmedlate
; ly. "Vanity Fair" is a universal favor
j ite. and the 48 illustrations, taken from
' the scenes and characters of Mrs. Fiske's
successful production of "Becky Sharp,"
which embellish this edition, are .not In
cluded, merely for pictorial effect, but
really give us the first adequately illus
trated edition of Thackeray's great mas
terpiece which we have yet had.
Harper & Bros, have published a new
ilustrated edition of "The Sowers," Henry
Seton'Merriman's, dramatip story of Rus
sian life, in which love, conspiracy and
Intrigue all play their parts.
Books Rcce'ved.
From the Herald-Democrat, Leadvllle,
Colo., "A Modern Hercules," by Melvln
G. Winstock.
From Lee & Shepard, Boston "Ideal
Suggestion Through Mental Photography,"
by Henry Wood.
'From the J. S. Ogilvle Publishing Com
pany, New York "When Shlloh Came,"
by Ambrose Lester Jackson.
From Alexander Belford & Co., Chicago
"Peck's Uncle Ike and the Red Bearded
Boy," by George W Peck.
From Street & Smith, New York
"Trooper Tales," a collection of stories
of life In the American army, by Will
Livingston Comfort.
From R. F. Fenno & Co., New York
"Luther Strong," by Thomas J. Vivian; a
story of Northeastern New York, in which
there is much mystery and a murder.
From Herbert S. Stone & Co., Chicago
"Rose Island," an -interesting story of
love and adventure at sea, by W. Clark
Russell. "Lesser Destinies," by Samuel
Gordon.
From the' Doubleday & McClure Co.,
New York "The Barrys," an Irish love
story, by Shan F. Bullock. "The Court
of Boyvjlle," by William Allen White, de
lightful chronicles of boyhood.
From Alice B. Stockham & Co.. Chi
cago "Hindu Wedding Bells," a descrip
tion of Hindu, Parsee and Mohammedan
weddings, and "Food of the Orient," facts
and pictures of Oriental life. Both are by
Dr. Alice B. Stockham.
From the Macmillan Company, New
York "Soldier RIgdale," by Miss Beulah
Dix, a story for young Teaders, based on
the adventures of a small boy who came
over ou the Mayflower.
From Cassell & Co., New York "Antony
and Cleopatra" and "Twelfth Night," by
Shakespeare; "Paradise Lost" and "Mil
ton's Earlier Poems," by John MJlton;
"The Task and Other Poems," by Will
iam Cowper.
From D. Appleton & Co., New York
"A Corner of the West," a story of local
life In Devonshire and London, by Edith
Henrietta Fowler. "The Family of the
Sun," by Edward Si Holden; an instruc
tive book that cannot fail to give the
y6ung reader a clear impression of the
planets that form the family of the sun.
From the Frederick A. Stokes Co.. New
York: "When Love Is Lord" and "Tales
by Tom Hall." The first Is verse, and
the second prose. Both are by the well
known Tom Hall. "The Crown of Life,"
by George GIssing, a rather long-drawn-out
love story. In which there is soma
good character drawing.
From Rand, McNally &. Co., Chlcago
"Judge Elbrldge." by Opie Read. The
author arraigns in severe terms the spirit
and practice of gambling. Yoiing Bod
ney's experience under the Influence of
Goyle, the professional blackleg. Is full
of admonition to young men who do not
realize the danger that lurks in a "quiet
game."
From Harper & Bros.. New York "Fa
vorite Songs and Hymns for School and
Home," edited by J. P. McCaskey. "Mack
inac and Lake Stories," by Mary Hartwell
Catherwood. The Initial story, "Merian
son," is a well-told love idyll of Mackinac
island, at the time of the war of 1812 and
"The Cobbler In the Devil's Kitchen" is
a delicious jumble of Hibernian roguery
and honor.
IVhoni First We Love.
Though puppets come with flaxen poll
And gleaming eyes of xuster deep,
At night we find the old rag doll
Enfolded in her arms to sleep.
And so, as through the years we roe.
And sometimea thrive In fortune's quest,
The ones whom first we learned to love
Are still the ones we 10 e the best.
Washington Star,
Betl Time.
The little one climbing the old oak ctalr,
With nurse, who holds his- hand;
A smile lights up her face co fair
As she tells of a far-off land.
A far-off land where we wander In dreams,
Through countries pleasant to tee,
And the little face with rapture cleamp.;
And he clssps his hands In glee.
Then, when she tucked him snugly In bed,
She whispered a prayer to God,
And the anils' olce3 gently led
Him away to the Land of Nod.
-Florence Evelyn Hematreet, In Brooklyn
Eagle.
GRIEF OF A LITTLE ELF
But It Disappears "When He Learns
That a Sonl Will ilalce Him Hap
py All the Time.
Once upon a time a traveler was. going
through a great wood, almost a forest, so
large was-it. -Ho was journeying to a
city which lay on the further side and
whose spires and domes could be seen
here and there far away through the
spaces of the trees. It was a very beautl
iul wood, and the green sward, studded
with flowers of every color, was watered
with little sparkling streams, while the
rich foliage above shielded it from the
heat of the sup. So on this morning the
traveler's heart was filled with joy and
happiness.
As he wandered on, his eye fell on a
mossy bough of a grand old tree, and,
sitting ythereon, ho saw a beautiful little
elf. He stopped and watched it. The lit
tle creature would sit a moment singing
to itself, and tnen spring joyously from
bough to bough and from tree to tree,
laughing in the sunshine like a little sil
very peal of bells. '
So the traveler spoke to this little elf
and asked him why he was so joyful.
The little creature replied that he could
not help but be joyful; the sun was so
bright; and the forest so cool, and the
sward so green. ,and everything around so'
beautiful that JQy came up of Itself in his
heart.
Went on His Way.
Then the traveler felt happier and more
joyous than ever, and he smiled kindly to
the elf and went on his way. When he
had finished his business in the city, he
returned to the wood on his way home,
glad to be once more in sight of old
Mother Nature and herworks. And as he
passed again by the little brooks and the
old trees and the green, cool sward, he
remembered the happy little elf and hoped
that he might see him again, singing and
playing on the mossy boughs of the trees.
Sure enough, there he was, on the
branch of the same old oak! But he was
no longer singing and playing about
among the branches; he sat quite still
and was weeping as if -his little heart
would break. So the traveler asked the
little creature' what had hapened to him";
had his comrades left him alone, or why
was Tie not as happy In the sunshine as be- '
fore?
And the little elf after a while looked up
and answered through his tears. He said
yes, he had been happy because he knew
no better; It had seemed" natural to1 be
happy. But since that time a soul had
grown within him and now everything
seemed changed. He had learned that
nothing which has a soul Is happy any
Cabby and the Jhiei,
"What'e that? A parcel, with no -one to
guard It?"
"See, coachman; there's ootno one robblns
you!"
Tableau
more, and now the sun did not seem so
bright, nor the sward so green, nor any
thing so beautiful. And then he fell to
weeping again.
Foolish Little Elf.
So the traveler smiled gently and said:
"You foolish thing! Nov that you have a
soul, you ought to be happier than ever
before, for j-our soul will make you un
derstand and see better than you ever did
before how beautiful is the sunshine and
sward and the moss and the little brooks.
And it will make you able to hear the
singing bf the trees and the little flowers
and the ferns as they wave in the soft
wind, as they wake In the morning and
go to sleep at night, happy every moment
and growing every moment.
"So be happ"y again, my little creature,
and remember that as your joy and sing
ing and gambols helped me to be happy
when I was on my way to the dismal old
.city, so you can make every one happy
In the same way whenever they see you
and hear your silvery songs." So the
little elf dried his tears and in a few min
utes made himself nappler than he had
ever been before. In Brotherhood.
THE MONKEY A!D THE MIRROR.
Simian Curioun Antics With a Look-inR-GIais
Canine. Contempt.
"I saw," says a writer in the London
News, "a performing monkey the other
day. He went through many tricky very
successfully. Toward "the enL of the- per
formance he was ordered to put oh his
cocked hat before a hand mirror, which
he did. He was next tolci to .set It
straight, and he tried, on his general's
headgear repeatedly at different angles,
causing much laughter.
"When all was over and the organ-man,
"-.Is helpers and the jtwo monkey were
preparing to depart, I saw that the "gen
oral" had possessed himself of the little
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St. Paul's.
mirror and was studying his own counte- '
nance with great delight. He had placed
the. glass on top of the barrel organ, and
ho bent over It again and again, grimac
ing energetically. He afterward picked
up his mirror and contemplated himself
earnestly and contentedly at different an
gles. His face had been profoundly sad,
like the faces of most monkeys I have
seen, but now the wrinkles smoothed
themselves out and he nearly -smiled! .
"Why Is it that dogs hardly ever regard
a picture as anything but a flat surface, '
with patches of color dotted over It? In
all my large canine acquaintance I know
but one dog who sees that portraits are I
likenesses of people. As tor his own reflec- I
tlon In a glass,, a dog'generally mistakes
it for an enemy, and "goes for" It. Later,
when knocks on the nose and absence
of scent have done their part In convinc
ing him of his mistake, a dog will look
coldly, not to say spitefully, at the mir
ror. Sometimes It is as if dogs resented
their reflections as, caricatures of them
selves."
3nLK TO OUDHS.
Horrv the Cuban Millcnmu Serves His
- Moraine; Customers. ' " I
One of the st-angest morning sights of
OUT FOR
Tarmer Hopper Sly goodness, I never saw
a Cmban town to a stranger Is the milk
man: Ho is' not the" American, milkman,
with" his shining wagon and jingling cans,
but a swarthy, frequently barefooted man
who drives before him a gentle little burro,
sometimes with a colt, or a cow with a
calf. At each customer'3 house ho stops;
the housewife or the servant passes out
"a tin basin or a tin cup 'and the milkman
sits there and milks It full, while the ser
vant looks on and the colt tries hard to get
nearer, jealous at seeing his breakfast
going. And when one household is served,
the milkman passes on to his next cus
tomer and the process Is repeated as long
as the little burro has milk to give,'
In old days this was the universal way
of delivering milk, but more recently the
milkcan has come into use, though not the '
milk wagon. In Santiago the cans are
slung in baskets on the back of a little
burro or donkey. The milkman or milk
boy perches on top and passes around
from house to house, serving customers.
By the time the milk has been out a few
hours in the hot climate it Is pretty well
shaken up, almost butter, and very warm.
But milk in Cuba is always served not,
so that the Cubans don't mind.
WHY THE APROX IS NOTCHED.
The Kine the Blacksmith and the
Revengeful Tailor.
The teacher of forging at the manual
training h'gh school in Indianapolis, James
Yule, told ai story to his pupils which was
reported as follows by the News of that
city:
"Boys," said the teacher, "you have all
seen Rembrandt Steele's decorative work,
showing the blacksmith, with the edges ot
his leathern apron notched. There's prob
ably not one blacksmith In a hundred
who knows why the apron la notched,
and yet every blacksmith fixes his apron
In this way, whether In America. Ger
many, England, France, Spain or Mexico.
"When I was a boy In England, where
I learned my trade as blacksmith, when
I got my first apron, I sat down and
with my knife began to notch the edges.
One of the older men, seeing me at work,
knife in hand, asked mo If I knew what I
was doing and why I was doing It. I re
plied that I was doing what I had seen
the other smiths do. Then he told me
this legend:
Once tJpon a Time.
"Once upon' a time a king of England
gave a great feast, to which he invited the
masters of tho various crafts In hlsking
dom. After they were teated at the ta
ble, the king, passing from one to an
other, talked with them, asking questions
as to thdr handiwork. At the head of the
table sat the tailor, dressed In his best and
looking very, very -proud in his fine attire.
"In answer to tho king's Inquiry as to
his trade, he said: 'I am the tailor, r
make the king's robes of state and the
suit3 for his hawking and hunting.'
" 'With what dost thou do these grand
things?' asked the king.
" 'With shears and needle,' said the
tailor.
" 'And who makes these rare tools for
thee?' asked the king.
" 'The blacksmith,' answered the tailor.
"Then the king, passing along tho ta-
Kln cnnlro tn tlin onrnontCr tn thf KrFck-
layer,. the mason and to other craftsmen. '
Each one told of the work he did for the
REBUS A
king. But these, as did the others, ac
knowledged tnat it was the blacksmith
who made the tools with which they did
their work.
"At last the king eame to the black
smith, modestly seated at the very foot
of the table, not clothed In as good appaiv
el as the other craftsmen, but with a
smutched face and a grimy leathern
apron.
"Ho, Ho," Said His Majesty.
" Ho, ho!' said his majesty, as the
X -&?3.
blacksmith rose in an awkwarcLway (for
ho had no acquaintance with the manners
of the court). "What dost thou make for
thy king?'
- ," ! malto your armor- and -yur sword
when ybu go to, war. for the hoifor otM&z
kingdom,' stammered th& -smith",.
Ye3,' said the"king, 'and thou makest
the sharp points to the arrows of my
stout longbows' and the heads to my
spears and battle-axes. More than that,
without thee there would be no tools for
these craftsmen.'
"The king then tdok the blacksmith by
the hand; his blushes could even, be seen
through the sipudge on his, face, and
moving the tailor down to ta& foot, placed
him at the head of the table.
"The tailor alone of all the craftsmen
did not like this change of places. So.
watching his chance, while the others
were drinking the health of the king in
great flaggons of beer, he slipped under
the table, and with his. shears cut tn
edges of the blacksmtlh's apron.
"And that is the way the blacksmith's
apron came to be notched, and It has
been worn so ever since."
XEW YEAR FEED FOR HORSES.
Carious Custom nt a Hcinie of Rest
for Worn-Out Eiiutnes.
Once to every twelvemonth the animals
In the home of rest for horses, at Friar's
Place farm, Acton, England, and of which
the Duke of Portland is president, are
treated to a New Year's dinner. The ob
jects of the home are to enable the poorer
classes to procure on moderate terms rest
and good treatment for horseu that are
failing, not from age, but from continuous
work, sickness or accidental causes, and
are likely to be benefited by a few weeks'
rest and care; to provide horse3 for poor
persons for temporary use, while their
own animals are resting at home, and to
furnish a suitable asylum for "old favor
ites" that would suffer by being turned
A DRIVE.
such a stubborn beast! Philadelphia Inquirer.
QU.t only to grass,. buto whose 'owners, in
stead 6f destroying or selling "them for
further labor1, desire to place them under
good treatment for the remainder of their
days, paying a remunerative charge for
such accommodation.
For nine yean In succession money to
provide the dinner has been furnished by
a philanthropic woman mamed Gore, who
orders for this speclaT'fe'ea" sugar, brown
bread, apples, carrots and white bread.
This year's meal was served to nearly SO
Mischievous Willie's Prank.
Grandpa as a Chinaman.
New York Wor' J.
horses, conspicuous among' the "old fa
vorites." being The Old Man, a brown
horse, 37 years of age, an inmate of the
home shice March. 1)2, and Bones, a
veteran black charger of the Horse guards
(Blues), now the property of Miss Hardy,
and an inmate since 1S93. Bones figured
conspicuously in the Egyptian war of 1SS1.
and took part In the famous charge at
Kasassln.
QUEER FISH.
Some Groan, "While Othern Mabe
Muslcnl Sounds, Baric or Croak.
Fish that utter sounds arc by no mean3
rare, but they are not often seen or heard.
WELL-KNOWN PROVERB.
New York Berald.
by those not in the Ashing business- Some
years ago, in the Gulf of ilexico, a small,
highly colored fish,, known a3 the haerau
lon was hauled in. The moment It ap
peared above the surface It opened its
mouth and began to groan so loudly that
the attention of the entire party was at
tracted to It. The sounds could be heard
from one end to tho other of the 60-ton
schoonerC One of the fishermen held the
fish In amazement a few minutes, and
then was so convinced that it was talking J
lit -tsSpaL jf&JlZr E
and bpgging for liberty that it was tossed
overboard.
The gizzard, shad utters a note that can
be heard some distance, and the eel id
said to make a noise that comes Rearer
to being musical than any, other made by
a fish. The loudest sound uttered by a
fish comes from a small dogfish, or shark,
on the New England coast.
One day some fishermen were haul.ng
them In by the dozen, and as each fish
) came out of the water it uttered a loud
croak, and kept it up as though In great
agony, so that when several were or the
deck, the air was full of their barking
and croaking.
Eau Boy's Dreadful Fate.
Oh. a bad Httte boy I am sorry t say
"Was Julius Augustus George Washlgwi Gray
And, although for his name ,
He was no? to blame.
He couldn't help hating It jiist. the asm.
He hod lone solden curl oa the top of hte head.
And hla eyes they -were blue ?i hte afeeeke they
were fed.
"And h& looked, ch. a good
(As little boys should).
Yet he was as bad well, as bad as he- mhl.
Jte hated iserw clothes, and ha hated a. bath.
"White ,ta have face and hands washed axetted
Ws wrath.
Ani he'd klckand he'd &$'
Till anyone nigh ' i
"Would think he was fnjurad and Hhely So dta.
Oh, h$ was as bad ap a small bay cauki he.
And that k should be cured I em 'sw yeu'U
affree.
JTer he raised such a rcw
That his folks made a vv
They wouM end all hi badness and bo mattf
how.
So early'ne mornlne the Junkman etuoe reund.
And they sold fclm Augustus tov two een-ia a
pound-,
Atfitfco Junkman, put, Gurok,
Await JS hto has.
Climbed Icfo his car and drove aff wfa lia na&
Aftd Jnllus Augustus George "Washington Gray,
Nobody ever has seen sines that day.
But 'tla said that the junkmoa
One afternoon, hrte.
TVect fishing and used little Gureie for bait.
let this be- a warning fer all you bad beya;
Just stop a, moment your raoket and ndtes,
Ami, thlhfc ofMfto!- way '
And baw-ihIivVu aom
day.
Edward Fraser In, Brooklyn Eagle.
"My Friend's Sent."
This Is a jolly game, in which the play
ers are equally divided and half ot them
leave the room together, while each of
the others chooses from among them the
"friend" he or she wishes to sft besldo
them. . Those outside enter one at a time
(the others, very honorably, of course, re
fraining from "peeping." as that would
spoil the fun) and each approaches the
seat by the companion whom he or she
thinks has chosen him or her, and who
Is industriously flapping the sat with a
handkerchief, and singing, "this i my
friend's scat." with the rest. If the In
comer Is wrong all unite to hiss him or
her from the room: it right, a great dap
ping goes on as the chosen one triumph
antly seats himself or herself.
Bnahy-Tall'a Arithmetic:
High on the4 branch of a tjalnuz :reo
A bright-eyed squirrel not.
"What wal he thinking so rarnestly?
And what was he looking nt?
The forest wa green around him.
The sky all oer hh head;
The neeL wan in a hollow limb.
And hts children enug In bed.
He was doing- a problem o'er and e'er;
Busily thinking was he
How many nuta for his winter'? ntre
Could he hide In the haltow tree?"
He Bat ro tlll in the swaytag &uh
You might hate thought nim iiste?.
Oh no; he wa3 trjlng- to reckon ttovr
Tne nuts the babies cculd eat. ,
Then suddenly he frisked aboM, .w
And doftn the tree be ran.
"The Ixet Way t do. wJfchQUt afloaili.
Is tq g&tHer all 1 can" "
Normal 2ntrutor.
Didn't I.lkc the "Donk."
A wee little Brooklyn (X. T.), tady re
counts the Eagie of that city, saw and
heard a donkey for the ftrst tjrao tho
other day, while out for a walk, with her
aunt. She talked about it continually
after getting home. It was "such a boo
fu donkey," and "such a good donkey."
and so on through her small store of ad
jectives. When her father came home at
night he heard the story over again, with
a renewal of the adjectives.
"And so you liked the donkey, darling,
did you?" he asked, taking the ttny lasa
on his knee. ' -''v' '
"Oh, yes, papa, I liked him- THat; is. I
liked him pretty well, but I didiH like to
hear him donk."
Hln Greatest Joy.
Little bro-vn dog- with the meek brawn, eyes.
Tell me the boon that meat you prize;
"Would a Juicy bone meet yeur heart's desire?
Or a cory rug by a bla2lne Are?
Or a sudden race with a truant eat?
Or a gentle word, er a friendly pat?
Jb the wom-ont ball you have always aear
The- dearest of-all the things heh tear?
Or is the home jou left behind
The dream of bliss to jeur deggteh mfad"
But the- little brown- deg" Jurt hok hte 3ad
As it "Xone of these are bfert." he kW,
A boy's clear whistle came- from the mreet.
There'sr a wag ot the tail, and a. twfokle C feet,
And the- little brown deg did nt -ien way.
"Excuse me. ma'am." as he scampered away.
But I'm sure as can be his i reatst Jay
Is Just to trot behind that ooy.
May Ellis Nichols in. Wide Awake.
Site Helps Dlamma.
At tho recent exposition la Onlaba it
was tho custom, for people to rag!ser and
sign their names In the different states
buildings. People who registered were.
asked to give their occupations, so that
the book read like this: "John Smith,
farmer"; Thomas Brown, carpenter," and
so an. The Kansas City Journal tells this:
"A little golden-haired girt askd that
she might rigister. She was told to write
her name and occupation. an4 this faj what
she wrote: 'Jfary Jones; I hh?j, mam
ma J "
Charade.
My first went dashing dwn. the Urect
For where? Ho had not reekeaedf
Alas, some cruel boys had? tied
A ean. upon his pecand.
Ee cried aloud in wild dismay.
And on the ground did roMb ir.
He AM all thte because he thOHgfcf
It would hl life my whole. lr
Williant Frassr. in! Brooklyn. 5gl.
Try It.
This e'ever bit of calculation-Is printed
by the Philadelphia Inquirer: Write down
twice the amount of your age: at your
last birthday and add to It 3798. Then di
vide the sum by 2, and aubtraet tho
amount of your age. and it will form a
combination which you should stors away
In the archives of your memory, ua you
will never see it again.
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Enigma.
My first Is In slide- but not la glide;
My iejond In use but not hi tide;
My third in makebut not In degkray;
My fourth In Ifcrht but not in bay;
My f.ftii In east but not In ought;
My slsth In Isarn but net in taugbt;
And my whole h known, as a very 9tree? Srt.
Cnte Clara.
Clara, aged 4, went Into a drug storo
tho other day. and. stepping up to tho
proprietor, said. In a halw whisper: "Sup
pose a little girl hasn't any money, how
much chewing gum would give her for a
cent?" Chicago News.
AVasn't a Bit Selfish.
"Now, Thnmy," said his matfeer on
Christmas morning, "you must remember
that It is more blessed to giv than to re
ceive." "Yes. I know, mamma." repMed Temny,
"but I ain't a bit selfish." Chicago Newa.
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