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Three Slllr Sailors.
Three EUlr Old Billon went oat for sport;
Went out for (port one day;
They bundled Into a smallish boat.
On a briny wave they were soon afloat.
And they fished In Baaing Bay,
But not for fish of a common sort.
"Oh. no," said they, we'll have rarer sport.
o they fished and fished for mermaids fair,
Vlth shiny green tails and golden hair;
Each baited bis line
With a trinket fine
That made the mermaids stare.
Tra la la, tra la le,"
Banc the mermaids say.
And the Silly Old Sailors laughed with glee
As they fished in Baffling Bay.
Brooklyn Eagle.
PRYING WALTER'S MISHAP
Hla Insatiable Curiosity Results la
Bearing; Ulm Jfearly Out of
HU Boyish Wits.
Seven children were gathered together In
the car that glided almost bounded over
the track leading to a Portland suburb.
Two al&ters, with their 'brother, occupied
one corner. Directly ucross from them eat
a little boy, nicely dressed and with "U.
8. S. Oregon" printed In gold letters upon
the band of his middle cap. Near him was
an exceedingly pretty little girl, not over
4 years old, while in the corner, diagonally
across from the group of three, were a
colored boy and girl, probably brother and
sister. Bach of the two whlto sisters wore
a brand-new Spring hat and was carrjlng
her old one home In a paper bag. Between
the colored boy and girl stood a market
basket, stuffed with groceries, the upper
most sack containing taffy, plnoche, cara
mels and several other kinds of candy. The
boy, whose soft, dark eyes made him at
tractive to look at. In spite of his ragged
clothes, carried an egg. It was chocolate,
with white trimmings, and was quite small
In comparison with the fine white ones
Into which one may look and see pretty
things flower-gardens and fountains and
fairies, perhaps.
The brother and two sisters had the
best sort of a time, giggling and talking
together. That their names were Stan
ley, liable and Marjory could he learned j
irom hearing them address one another.
Marjory, the youngest, seemed a mere
baby, yet evidently she did not consider
herself so, for she took an Important part
In the talking and giggling. The colored
children, having each other for company,
got along very nicely, while the pretiy
little girl seemed content with looking out
the window or about the car. But the
little boy with "U. S. S. Oregon" on his
cap band felt the need of entertainment.
Tries to Scrape Acquaintance.
He tried to get acquainted with Stan
ley. Mabel and Marjory, by way of taking
an Interest in whatever they said or did;
by giggling whenever they glgled, and by
occasionally saying something to them.
"Walter, as he was called by the half
grown girl who had him in charge, might
have succeeded in bis undertaking had not
the two sisters and their brother been
disposed to make fun of him not out
right, to be sure, hut in a way which he
understood. He. however, showed himself
not at all timid by addressing a stranger
so cross-looking that not one in 20 little
hoys would have dared to epeak to him.
And the very reason he looked so cross
was because this boy had made him nerv
ous by turning, fidgeting and rattling the
window.
"Mister, will you plase tell me what
time It is?" Walter requested. But the
cross-looking man paid no attention what
ever to him, and the girl In whose charge
he was said:
"You must sit 6tlU and behave yourself,
or else I'll tell your mother how bad you
were." This did not prevent "Walter from
asking. "Is It 6 o'clock yet?" of the con
ductor when the latter passed.
"No; It's only 4:30," the conductor re
IT WASN'T
Richard (decorating raster eggs)
New Arrival Tcs; very
piled, putting back his watch.
"Well. I wish it was 6 and we was home
eating dinner." After this remark Walter
asked questions about things he saw from
the car window Mount Tabor reservoir,
the orchards, the horses and cows grazing
In the fields, and the bicyclists, with
hunches of wild currant and dogwood tied
to their handle-bars. Some of these ques
tions were sensible and others were very
foolish; several were so difficult that the
big girl could not give the answers. In
these cases. Walter turned to the cross
looking mati, saying-: "Would jou please
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tell me?" But the man paid no atten.
Uon beyond looking croster still and turn
ing the pages of his paper.
""What's in that sack?" Walter queried.
The sack was a burlap bag that the
colored children carried. In addition to
their market basket.
'I don't know, I'm sure." the girl an
swered. "I'm going to find out." and. before she
could prevent, he had changed his seat for
one opposite the colored children. But the
conductor led him back immediately, say
ing: "You musn't walk around the car."
Quiet a Minute.
For a few minutes after lhls, Walter
"was so quiet that the cross-looking man
relaxed his frown.
"Do rabbits biter he commenced, when
the few momenta had passed. Several of
the grown people looked amused, as
though they pondered whatever sent this
thought Into his brain. But It Is not
strange It should have entered his mind,
considering that he'd "been seeing so many
rabbits In show-windows.
"You'll think your bitten by something
when'we get home and I let your mother
know how you've acted," the girl re
plied. "Win you tell me what's In that sack?"
he called across to the colored children,
neither of whom paid any attention.
"It's something alive; I know It Is,"
Walter announced.
Now, at mention of "something alive."
Stanley. Mabel. Marjory and the pretty
little girl turned four pairs of eyes upon
the bag. While they were looking, the
colored boy asked permission of his sis
ter, who was older, and took a peep,
which he seemed to enjoy, for he smiled,
as with pleasure. Then the sister took
a peep, also, and she smiled; then they
looked at each other and smiled. And
the owners of the flv.e pairs of eyes, watch
ing closely, noticed that the burlap moved
a sure sign, one would think, that some
thing alive was inside It.
"Is It a puppy?" Walter called. This
time the girl answered by a shake of the
head that meant "No.",
"Is it a cat?" The second question was
ignored.
Walter watched his chance, then slipped
again Into a seat opposite the colored chil
dren. The conductor allowed him to re
main, but not long afterward had cause
to regret having done so.
Cannes a Commotion.
"Won't you let me see?" asked Walter,
when they were getting ready to take
another peep. But, instead of waiting for
his request to be granted, he pulled open
the mouth of the bag. Instantly there
was an alarming flurry, and, a second
later, the air about Walter was set In mo
tion by a flapping of wings that seemed
larger and stronger than those of an
eagle. A surprised, frightened look came
into his face, and his middle cap was
knocked off by the rooster for such the
bird was as it settled Itself upon his
shoulder and crowed and flapped Its wings;
How Walter ".ld howl! Only pausing long
enough to cry: "Get him off! Ob, do get
him off!"
And this Is exactly what the colored g'rt
was ,tring to do. She would have suc
ceeded a great deal sooner had not Walter
persisted In Jumping frantically up and
down. Finally she managed to get hold of
the yellow legs of the rooster which, by
the way, was a very proud-looking bird,
with a brilliant red comb and shining
plumage. Once the legs were gotten hold
of. she had very little trouble In slip
ping Mr. Rooster Into the bag. Then
Walter quieted down and, picking up his
cap. stole meekly back to his own place
In the car.
"Now jou see what you get for being so
curious," the cross-looking man said.
She "Was Frightened.
When the rooster had stopped screech.
lng and Walter had stopped howling. It
was discovered that the pretty little girl
was crying from fright. Every one pitied
her, for she had been so sweet and good
during the long ride.
"Take It off! Take it offl I don't want
that thing to ride In the car with me,"
she Insisted.
"We're nearly home, anyway," said the
BOILED.
There! I guess that will dol
good Job. Thanks!
colored girl to the colored boy. "Let's
walk the rest of the way."
"All right." he replied. So the car was
topped and they left It.
The pretty little girl was the next to go.
She had seemed to bashful that people
were rather surprised when, at the door,
she turned around and said to every one
In th,e car:
"It frightened me; It frightened me al
most to death."
As for Walter, although he rode nearly
to the end of the line, he gave no fur
ther trouble. Stanley and ilabel and Max-
Jory were willing enough now to talk with
him about the rooster, but he would have
nothing to say. There was such a marked
Improvement In his conduct that even the
cross-looking man, before leaving the car,
spoke to him quite kindly, remarking:
"Well, little boy, I guess we're both
glamour ride Is nearly finished."
"Ses; sir: I ain't had a bit good time,"
Waft replied. AMY MAQUIRE.
THE CIII.ESE EGG."
Clever Trlelc of .Parlor Masrie, "When
Properly Performed.
Among several clever tricks of legerde
main recently explained by Wizard Leon
Herrmann, that of L'Oeuf Chlnols (the
Chinese egg), is one of the best.
This trick seemingly causes an egg, pre
viously placed In an empty goblet, to dis
appear, or change Into a colored handker
chief, which later will be found In Its place
upon uncovering the goblet. It requlrei
some preparation. First, prepare yourseit
with an eggshell which has been emptied
of Is contents. This Is easily prepared by
wthdrawlng the egg meat by suction
through a pinhole. Then Mcure two
small figured handkerchiefs duplicates
one large white silk handkerchief and an
empty goblet. Attach a small white string
or heavy white thread to the hollow egg
shell and sew the other end of the str.ng
to the center of handkerchief. Excuse
yourself presumably to get the egg, which
has been purposely left In another apart
ment. Place the egg on top of your closed right
hand, with the folds of the white s.lk
handkerchief, to which It Is already at
tached, hanging loosely and hold concealed
In the palm of the same hand one of the
colored handkerchiefs. Place the other
figured handkerchief next to the empty
glass, assuming, of course, that there is
but one colored handkerchief. Take the
folds of the white silk handkerchief In the
left hand and cover the right hand com
pletely, at the same time placing the egg
In the glass In full view of the company,
but being dexterous enough not to allow
them to notice that you place the colored
handkerchief In the goblet at the same
time that you do the egg. Be sure that
the colored handkerchief rests on the bot
tom of the glass.
You may then shake the glass and the
egg will rattle, thereby proving Its pres
ence In the glass beyond any doubt. Then
pick up the exposed colored handkerchief
from the side of the boblet. and retire to
a far corner of the room. Fold the colored
handkerchief into a very small compass
ask some one to again shake the glass
llghtfy, being sure to direct the attenton
of the company to the goblet, during
which time you must get rid of the small
colored handkerchief by palming It, plac
ing It In your pocket, or dropping It be
hind a piece of furniture unobserved.
which Is very easy If the company's atten
tion Is distracted.
Then rub your hands mysteriously to
gether, show that they are empty, cross
over to the goblet, grasp the whle silk
handkerchief by the center, draw It slowly
and carefully from the glass. The egg
shell being attached lo It. It will be drawn
from the goblet as you remove the white
silk handkerchief, and the colored hand
kerchief will be disclosed lying In the
glass, where the egg had been previously
deposited. Be sure to throw the white
41k handkerchief aside immediately after
finishing the trick, where no one will pick
it up and discover the egg. Place It in a
loose pocket or excuse yourself and carry
It out of the room again on some pre
text. While doing tricks of this kind, keep up
a running conversation all the time, mak
ing It of a humorous nature. If possible,
and always select the most pliable person
In your company to use as a foil whenever
neccrsary. When using a confederate
never select any ono unless you feel sure
of his power of self-composure.
bright Colorado girl.
Dnllds Models of War Vessels and la
Otherwise Clever.
In the great mining camp of Leadville.
Colo., lives a bright little girl. Her name
Is Florence Fulton, and. she Is 11 years
old, but she Is so small of her age that
she doesn't look a day over 9. Among her
accomplishments Is that of shipbuilding.
On both sides of the street where she
lives runs a ditch. The monster pumps
at the mines, says the Denver Post, force
the water up and send it down through
the ditches of the town In a mad rush.
In these ditches Florence has naval pa
rades. The finest piece of work that Florence
has ever turned out is the gunboat Nash
ville. She built It without assistance or
advice from any one. copying from pic
tures of the real Nashville In old maga
zines. It has portholes made ot eyelets
taken from old shoes. Its smokestacks
rise tall and majestic, as It they really
carried clouds of black smoke from pant
ing furnaces below. All the finishings ot
the miniature war vessel took time and
skill. Thero were masts to carve out and
ropes and spars to adjust, and all the
details of a big fighting ship to arrange.
It was only after many days of hard,
patient work that Florence, by adding Im
provements here and there, at last turned
out a clever copy of the warship.
Florence also draws well, and she has a
good ear for music She was taunted one
day with not doing things that little girls
should, such as sewing and doll-making.
In her disgust she sold nothing, but a few
days later presented her doll to her moth
er, completely dressed as a boy, havlnz
even made a pair of kid boots for It.
Manners.
Mother says that we must try
And study while at school.
To learn politeness, and ot rood
Society the rules.
We must not bounce Into the room;
We mustn't scutle out.
Nor ever slam the parlor door.
And girls must never shout.
There's many a thing for boys to learn
Before they will behave;
They must not ask old gentlemen
Why their heads are shaved.
They always ought to scrape their shoes
And wipe them on the mat:
They should not steal the custard pie
And say It was the cat.
You should answer when you're spoken to,
At least If you are able;
The place for elbows, you must know
Is not upon the table.
Then mother ends her lecture with,
Remember, If you can.
This simple little saying, that
" TU manners maketh man.' "
Lue Vernon.
Where Xothlnsr Grows.
A Scotch mother was assisting her little
boy with his geography lesson, when they
came to the word "desert," which he could
not understand. She explained that It was
a barren place a place where nothing
would grow.
The boy's face brightened up at her
words, and. feeling sure that he had solved
the difficulty, she asked him to explain
the meaning, and the prompt answer
came: "My feythera bald head." Phil
adclphla Inquirer.
Don't Husr SIclc Pets.
Dogs and monkeys, says the Home Jour
nal, are subject to tuberculosis, and are
said to be capable of communicating the
infection to human beings. A large num
ber of the canaries that die In captivity
fall victims to the same disease. Parrots
suffer from a malady peculiar to them
selves. The bacillus that causes it Is
thought to originate pneumonia In man.
Cats have been known to be the carriers
of diphtheria, and possibly of scarlet
fever and other infectious diseases.
Great care should be taken during an
epidemic to keep pet animals out ot the
reach of Infection, or else away from the
children, and at any time a bird or animal
that seems ailing should be at once Isolated-
BOBBY'S FIRST "WATCH.
Took the Best of Care of It, hut It
Wouldn't Go Right.
When Uncle John came home from Eu
rope what do you think he brought to
Bobby? Why, a watch, a really, truly
watch that would keep time. Of course,
as Bobby was only 6 years old, he was
rather young to take care of a nice watch
like that, but Uncle John showed htm
how to wind It and set It. and so Bobby
Tempest In a Barrel.
Mouser Has Decidedly the Best of
This Surprise Party.
"I'll hide and skeer pop."
Til ambush the cat."
"I'm laylnr for rats."
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kept his watch In first-rate order. But
one day he noticed a speck of dirt on Its
face. "Ho, ho," said Bobby to himself,
"I don't want my nice, new watch to have
a dirty face. I'll wash It."
So he went up In the bathroom and he
put the watch In a bowl of warm water
and rubbed plenty ot soap on it. He even
took a little brush and scrubbed the In
side works, so there shouldn't be a speck
of dirt about It anywhere. Then he wiped
It dry with a clean towel and put It back
in his pocket.
Well, after that it didn't seem to go as
well as usual, so Bobby decided It needed
oiling. He got his mother's oil can from
her sewing machine, and carefully oiled
all the wheels ot his watch. But still It
didn't seem to go right.
Then Bobby happened; to think that per
haps the weather was too cold for It, so
he went out In the kitchen and put it In
the oren for a while. It got so hot ho
had to take it out with a pair of tongs,
and then he put it out of doors In a big
snowdrift to cool off. But, do you know,
even after all that careful treatment the
hateful old watch wouldn't o right, so
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Bobby gave It back to Undo John and
said he didn't care much for watches, any.
way. Pittsburg Dispatch.
BRAHXA JACK.
He Mokes the Acquaintance of a
Rowdy Cockerel.
"Oh. dear," said Brahma, a fine young
cockerel, as he looked through the meshes
of the wire fence which Inclosed the yard
In which his family lived. "Oh, dear; how
I wish I could get out and play with those
, chickens. They are having lots of fun."
"i don t wisn you to play witn sucn low
bred fowls," said his mother. "They are
Just common barnyard chickens."
"But I want to. Ma. See, they run
everywhere, while I have to stay in this
old yard," said Jack, discontentedly.
Just then a rowdy little cockerel came
to the fence, flapped his wings defiantly
and crowed.
"Cock-a-doodle-doo. Say, who are you?"
Jack looked at him scornfully and noticed
how coarse and common he was, and made
up hie mind at once that he didn't like bis
appearance, so he treated him with silent
contempt.
"Cutty-qua-qua-; you dassen't leave
your ma." said the young rowdy. Jack,
slowly lifting one foot and then the other,
gradually approached the fence, but still
he said nothing.
"Cock-a-doodle-doo. Who's afraid of
your crowed the rowdy. Then he stuck
his head through the fence and made a
face at Jack, who looked at him with as
tonishment. In all his life and Jack was
almost six months old he had never seen
such Impudence, and It made him angry.
He drew himself up haughtily, as became
a high-bred cockerel, and looked Indig
nantly at the Intruder, who still persisted
In making faces at him.
Jack's patience was exhausted at last,
and he gave a quick, vicious peck at the
head so temptingly near him.
"Qua-qua-qua. I'll tell my pa," cried
the bad little cockerel, as he ran away.
"There," said Jack's mother. "You see
what rude, bad boys they ore. I hope you
don't want to play with them."
"Didn't you see me lick him, ma? Cock-a-doodle-doo,"
and Jack strutted about the
yard, so proud of his achievement that he
forgot to be discontented. Pittsburg Dis
patch. TRAINS WATCH DOGS.
Instructed to Attack Burglars and
Guard Property.
In Berlin one Herr Strauss has estab
lished an academy from which watch dogs
are turned out by the hundred every year.
His system is education, and Is applied
to almost every kind of dog. He first
teaches the animal obedience by training
it to perform certain "tricks" at com
mand, and then trains it to distinguish
between a visitor and a burglar, and
what part of a man's body should be at
tacked to render the man helpless.
Outside of the gate the trainer places a
dummy representing the burglar, and to
the latch is attached a string. By means
of the string the gate Is opened slowly,
until the bead of the dummy becomes vis
ible, when the dog is taught to fly nt his
throat. Herr Straus is very particular
about this; he make his dogs attack the
throat or the upper part of the body al
ways. Sometimes a real man, well pad.
ded, takes the place of the dummy, and,
of course, he is weil paid for his services.
All dogs. It seems may be made gcod
watch dogs, but the St. Bernards and
the Russian, wolfhounds are the b;st
where property of great value Is to be
guarded. For dogs not so fierce as they
are a different system of training Is used.
They soon leam to guard anything com
mitted to their care, but are liot so qulclt
to attack an Intruder as tho fierce dog?
are.
Rock-a-by Land.
ITo and away for the Rock-a-by land
The rollicking, frolllcklng- Rock-a-by land.
Where the little ones go on the hush-a-by cars
To play peek-a-boo with the silvery stars.
Tls the airiest, falriest land that I know
Is this land where the dollies and sugar plums
trow;
The dream train Is ready, with lore in com
mand For the
Rolllcklnc
Frolicking.
Rock-a-by land.
Roek-a-by land
Sweet Roek-a-by land!
Dancing and singing while bluebells are ring
ing. Close your eyes, little one.
Soon will you stand
On the borders of far-away Rock-a-by land.
Such a queer little car for the Rock-a-by land
The rollicking, frolicking Rock-a-by land.
The wheels are the rockers, 'tis deep and 'tis
wide.
All quilted and cushioned for baby's long ride:
Then out hrough the shadows we dreamily so.
Past Blumberland hills and the heights of Ey-
low
We are off on a Journey delightful and grand
For the
Rollicking.
Frolicking.
Rock-a-by land.
Rock-a-by land
Dear Rock-a-by land I
Stars are a-gleamlng- while baby Is dreaming
Dreaming- sweet dreams
Of a falrykin band
In. the far away beautiful Rock-a-by land.
Oh. what a trip to the Rock-a-by land
The rollicking, frolicking Rock-a-by land.
There's dancing and singing and music that's
sweet.
And peek-a-boo dreams that are tiny and fleet.
We glide past Love's river, which ripples and
gleams
Through blossoming- meadows In silver)
streams; -At
Sound Asleep Station we finally stand
For the
Rollicking.
Frolicking-.
Rock-a-by land.
Roek-a-by land I
Charming- Rock-a-by land!
Fairies are winging while baby la swinging.
Nestle close, little one!
Now band in hand
We'll wander and dream in the Rock-a-by
land!
E. A. Bralntstool In Atlanta Constitution.
Character Shown In Hair.
If your hair is fine. It denotes gentle
birth; If the ends clings together. It is a
sign of great Intellectuality, and a ten
dency to curl shows inherent grace and
a poetic nature, says the New York
Press.
These are some of the things set forth
by the new science of hair reading, yet
undeveloped, but likely to "give us-away"
In a manner often more accurate than
pleasing. This new science tells us, too,
that the, person with straight hair has a
firm, positivo and practical disposition.
Color shows the temperament. For in
stance. It is well to watch out for the per
son wltb black, lustrous hair. He is apt
to be tre.icttrous and Jealous. The lighter
the hair, the more sensitive and "touchy"
Its owr.cr. Brown hair belongs to him
who has cemmon sense, good Judgment
and reason in high degree, which would
Indicate that humanity Isn't even half bad.
Red hair shows honesty and cleverness.
How Hot She Was.
It was one of the first warm days, and
tittle Mabel, axed 4, who had been play
ing with somo neighboring children, rush
ed Into the house, and, throwing herself
across her mother's lap, exclaimed:
"Oh, mamma, take off some of my
clothes. I'm a whole petticoat too hot!"
Philadelphia Inquirer.
SAVED BY HIS HORSE.
Yonng- Newspaper-Carrier of Illinois
Rescued From a Flood.
A most remarkable case of Intelligence
In a horse 'came to light In La Salle. 111.,
during recent high water In the Illinois
River. Edgar Bray, a paper-carrier, is
the owner of the animal, which saved him
from almost certain death.
Bray, who is 13 years old, carries the La
Salle Dally Tribune through a sparsely
settled territory across the river. He had
been riding a great gray horse ot uncer
tain age. One day, with the river 25 feet
out of Its banks. Bray left La Salle for
the route over which he dally traveled.
He had found some trouble In reaching
the city, because of tho river overflowing
the road at several points. Nevertheless,
he started for the bridge over which he
was accustomed to cross the river to de
liver the papers.
When he reached the half-mile stretch
ot road that leads across the level bottom
land In the valley, he found heavy cakes
of Ice crossing, swept along by the current
of the stream. An older rider would have
gone back. The boy went forward and
entered tho dangerous flood. When mid
way, a huge chunk of Ice struck the horse.
It plunged wildly and lost its footing,
throwing the boy into the water.
Instead of going shoreward, as would
have been expected, the horso followed
the boy and stood quietly while being re
mounted. Then the Journey was recom
menced. Another piece of Ice. larger than
the first and immensely thick, came down
upon them. This time the horse Jumped
squarely upon the Ice, and boy and horse
were at once carried off the road over 30
feet of water. The horse realized tho
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danger of the current, and soon Jumped
back Into the water, snlmmlng toward
tho fringe of willows that marked the
colld ground. After a hard struggle, the
boy was brought safely through to the
road.
A remarkable feature of the affair was
that the youngster rode back to La Salle
and crossed the river on the big bridge
of the Illinois Central Railroad, delivering
his papers on time. The brlrge used Is
closed to all but foot passengers, for
which It bos a narrow walk on each side.
On this occasion the boy eluded the
brldse-tender and led his horse across In
safety. It Is the first time In 30 yearn
that the railroad bridge Is known to have
been used for the passage of a horse ot
other animal. The boy was reticent about
telling of his adventure, but the storj
finally leaked out from his home.
Reminded the lien.
"It's well I ran into the garden."
Said Eddy, his face all aglow;
"Fcr what do you think, mamma, happened?
Tou will never guess it. I know.
"The little brown hen was there clucking:
'Cut-cut! she said, quick as a wink.
Then 'Cut-cut' again, only slower;
And then she would stop short and think.
"And then she would say It all over.
She did look so mad and so vexed;
For mamma, do you know, she'd forgotten
The word that she ought to cluck next.
"So I satd 'Ca-daw-cut. 'Ca-daw-cut.
As loud and as strong as I could.
And she looked 'round at me very thankful;
I tell you. It made her feel good.
"Then she flapped and said. 'Cut-cut-ca-daw-cut:.
She remembered Just how It went. then.
But It's well I ran Into the garden
She might never have clucked right again!"
Bessie Chandler In New Tork Tribune.
Enigma.
My first Is In eel.
But not In nnh:
My eecond Is In spoca.
But not In dlah:
My third Is In girl.
But not In man;
My fourth Li In boiler.
But not In pan:
My fifth Is in land.
But ! In nation;
My sixth Is tn pain.
But not In sensation;
By last la In knotted.
And also In tied:
My whole Is a kingdom
Known far and wide.
New York Herald.
Acrostic.
My first Is In mat, but not in rur.
My second Is In April, but not In May.
My third Is In ice. but not In snow.
My fourth Is tn peach, but not In plum.
My fifth la In like, but not In hate.
My sixth Is in girl, but not In boy.
My seventh Is In bad, but not In good.
My eighth is In hint, but not In sew.
My whole Is a salt-producing stste of the
Union.
Spain's Boy Klncr.
The young King of Spain always Insists
on having his pockets filled with coppers
before going for a drive., and scatters the
coins among the many beggars who crowd
round his carriage.
How to Corn Beef.
Eddie I know how corned beef Is made
now, grandpa.
Grandpa How?
Eddie I saw the men giving the cowb
rock salt. Exchange.
Xot Without Ability.
TJncle Bob Well. Johnny, are you at the
head of your class?"
Johnny No, but I can lick the fellow
that Is! Hartford Courant.
Miss Asket Wnat animal would you
prefer most for a pet?
Miss Anteek Manl Philadelphia Bulletin.
All They Knew.
An artstocratlo young- pug.
With countenance smirking and smug.
Would turn up his nose.
And posture and poae.
For he slept on an imported rug.
There was a gnu that knew a new way
For gnus to earn (4 a day;
But no other g-nu knew
What that new gnu knew.
So the old gnus work the old way.
Philadelphia Press.
ROELOFF AND LAD PIETER
Traaio Story of the Canting? of tho
"Poor Sinner's Bell," Five
Centuries Ago,
It was the 17th of July, 13S8. For months
the skillful bell founder. Roeloff. had had
It In his thought to make tho most perfect
and sweetest-toned bell that tho world
had ever seen or heard; and for weeks,
whllo preparing for the casting, he had
gone about with scarce a word for any
man. so intent was he upon the task which
he had set himself to accomplish.
His wife, who had a ready tongue, spoke
In his presence every day. the gossip of the
neighborhood, but he gave no heed to tho
petty tales, and It Is doubtful It he knew
oftentimes that she stooa by and talke-1 to
him. His children questioned him con
cerning tho ways of the men of theforest
In the old time, when the chase and ilie
banquet were known beside the Oder, aad
clamored for stories of the monarchs of
whom the people used to sing
Henry the Lion, and Albert the Bear,
Thereto Frederick with the red hair.
Three lords are they.
Who could change the world to their way.
But he swept the little, ones aside with)
Mary Miller.
his strong arm, and shut himself In his
furnace-room to think and to plan, and to
experiment with the metal of which tho
great bell was to be made.
"Pleter." said a poor woman to her only
son, cne morning. "I have heard that
Roeloff. the bell founder. Is intent upon J
piece of work, the like or which th world
hat never seen or heard, and he Is aoro
vexed because he cannot find man of boy
with a quiet tongue to assist him with tho
fuel for the furnace. His own cn'ldrcn
are so fond of questioning, he will not
have them about him. and ill whom he
has tried as helpers have sorely disturbed
the poor man v. lth their talk. Now. go
you. and say that you can work and hold
your tongue, and when the famous bell Is
cast. I nm sure the good Roeloff will re
ward you well. If you will work to n'eaia
him."
AVell Pleased Wna Roeloff.
And that very day Pleter began to nsslit
the belt founder, as he worxed In the furnace-room,
nnd well pleaded was Koeictt
with the widow's -son. for not a word
passed the lip of the boy from morning
until nlstht. except ns he answered "yea"
and "nay" to the questions of his master.
At last the day of the casting came, the
date of which I have already mentioned.
Very anxious was Roeloff that day. and
more stern and thoughtful than ever, for
failure now would spoil the work of weeks,
and the chance of failure Is worrisome to
a man at best, whether It concern soma
great matter or only a small affair.
The molten metal was almost .ready for
the drawing, and the mold was' in its
place, when a messenger came In haste
and called the anxious bellfounder to an
adjoining apartment..
"Watch the furnace, boy, and as you
voluo your life, meddle not with tho catch
which keeps the red-hot metal In tho
cauldron." said Roeloff to the widow's
son. as be Impatiently withdrew from the
fnrn ace-room.
Now. It was an easier matter for Pleter
to hold his tongue than his hands, and
no sooner had the door closed behind his
master than he began to grow impatient
to see the seething metal flow from the
cauldron to the mold.
"I wonder If this may not be the mo
ment when the metal should be drawn."
he said to himself. "Perhaps It will be
too late, and all will be spoiled when tho
master returns. Why may I not but touch
the catch and see If the metal runs well?"
And. not realizing fully what ha
was. Impelled only by a curiosity to see
the molten metal run from the cauldron,
Pleter touched the catch and the fiery
stream came forth and flowed rapidly and
evenly Into the mold.
Frla-htened Pleter.
Frightened then oh. that the fright of
all meddlers might come with the temp
tation rather than at sight of the mischief
they have wrought! the boy called loudly
to Roeloff for help.
The bellfounder rushed In with a look
of consternation on his face, and when
he saw what had been done, and fearing
that all his work for many weeks past
had been In vain, he struck the boy a
blow which felled him to tho floor, and
from which he shortly after died.
Later, when the bell was taken from
the mold. It was found to be all that Roe
loff had hoped for It a piece of perfect
workmanship and of a tone marvelously
sweet and clear. Then Roeloff. filled with
remorse because of his hasty action in
dealing the blow which had taken the Ufa
of the boy Pleter, gave himself up to tho
magistrates. He was tried and condemned
to death, and on the day of the execu
tion it Is said that the sweet-toned bell
was rung to call a mass to pray for the
poor man's rouL
From that day to this It has been called
the Poor Sinner's Bell, and it hangs today
In tho tower of St. Mary Magdalene's
Church, in Brestnu, in the province ot
Sllcsla, Prussia. For five centuries Its
tones have carried to the hearts of men
the thought:
Judgo not hastily the fault of ano'her,
lest thou become a more guilty man than
he whom thou condemnest." Brooklyn
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