LINCOLN COUNTY LEADER
CMAS. F. ADA E. SOULB, Pmbt.
TOLEDO.
.OREGON
King Alfonso's bride Is eighty-six
pounds heavier than be. Wooh ! Tliiuk
of her at 40.
Mr. Rockefeller Is now able to eat
square meal, and be is almost as
happy as a tramp.
Rev. Dr. Crapsey doubtless recog
nizes by this time the danger of preach
ing what be thinks.
In the case of automobiles denatured
alcohol should be able to effect a pleas
ing change of odors.
Among other things the Czar must
hate about It Is losing that high-sounding
title of "autocrat of all the Hus
sies." King Alfonso says he expects to be
assassinated, but he will resolutely
ctlck to bis job. What a tine baseball
umpire be would have made!
Scientists say that players of musical
Instruments live longer than any other
people. That simply goes to show how
compassionate the public really is.
Other railways may be guilty of do
Ing unwHily things, btit Mr. User's Is
a good little railway, with a certificate
to that effect from its Sunday School
teacher.
King Alfonso predicts that the bomb
throwers will get him some day, but
takes It philosophically. Alfonso has
grown several years older In the last
few days.
To those who have Insisted upon the
opposite It must come as a distinct
shock to be told that Mr. Rockefeller
weighs nearly 200 pounds and Is hale
and hearty.
Fifty or more kinds of headache have
been discovered and catalogued by ex
perts. Some of the varieties are worse
than others, but none can be recom
mended for steady use.
The Income of the average American,
according to United States census re
ports, Is $050 a year, but the meat, Ice,
milk, grocery and other bills Indicate
that his outlay is much more.
This problem of saving Niagara Falls
Is simple. All that Is necessary Is to
make the corporations who are taking
the water carry it back and put It lu
the river again above the falls.
"Every man should stick to his Job,"
said John D. Rockefeller Just before he
sailed for Europe. A good many peo
ple claim that they would have been
glad to stick to theirs if John D. hadn't
pushed them out.
A Texas paper proudly declares that
"Andrew Jackson never called a man a
liar by telephone." We might add that
John (Julncy Adams never used a pian
ola and that Aaron Burr never ran
over anybody with an automobile.
In the extremely elevating personal
column of a Now York contemporary
a certain woman described as "magnet
ic" declares her ability to foretell the
present aud future. With such powers
she ought to be able to foretell the
past, too.
The Leavenworth Poet makes a prac
tical and luminous suggestion In regard
to the Isthmian canal. Instead of dig
ging through the strip of land at the
cost of great labor and much time, why
not pump enough water Into the two
oceans to submerge the isthmus? And
this simple solution of the great prob
lem never once occurred to the high
priced engineers who have been work
Ing at It for so many months.
Some of the London newspapers are
urging King EdwaTd to "take a run"
overseas, tour Canada and take In a
little of the United States, lie has de
vested Into one of the most astute,
far-Beelng, liberal-minded and Influen
tinl of the world's rulers, entirely
abreast with his age. He would be Ini
meiwely interested In comparing both
these American countries now with
what they were when he saw them
forty-fllx years ago, and few foreign
potentates would be quite so warmly
and Impressively welcomed In the Unit
ed States as he who as a slim youth
was feted and feasted and danced with
and genuinely liked away back In 1800,
We do not have all the humors of au
tomobtllng to ourselves In this coun
try. There was a race recently In It
aly from Mi'an to the "toe of the boot,'
In which forty-eight machines strag
gled down the long road. As each
neared Brescia Its occupants - saw at
the roadside a stalwart peasant worn
an surrounded by full palls of water
and men to keep them full. They fan
cled she was there to offer refresh
ment, but they did not anticipate just
bow, for at each came near she dashed
the contents of a pall full Into the
chests ami gopgles-of the occupants,
while Uncial consequences no grapho
phone or other phone could put on
record. Thig Is a refreshing Illustra
tion of th esteem lu which "the muss
es" hold t!,e machine which In this
country alone since June 1 last is said
to have killed more ieuple than were
killed lu our war with Spain.
It was inevitable that the prolonged
aud exaggerated revelations concerning
life insurance should be followed by
"exposures"' and abuse of other com
mendable Interests. The Salvation
Army has now been attacked, probably
uujustly, as corrupt and we may soon
expect to bear that orphan asylums are
honeycombed with graft, savings banks
no good and old people's homes mere
hotbeds of rascality. There has never
been a day since the outbreak against
life Insurance when it was not per
fectly well known that there were plen
ty of States and companies In which
the policy holders' rights were thor
oughly protected, nor a day in which
even the worst berated of the New
York organizations were not known to
be meeting every obligation and paying
hundreds of thousands of dollars tc
policy holders or their beneficiaries.
But the stream of printed abuse has
been so steady that thousands of other
wise discerning men have been led to
half believe that life Insurance Is all
wrong lu theory and management, while
great numbers of policy holders have
been wantonly scared into letting their
contracts needlessly default Life In
surance Is peculiarly sound and safe
and the sum due on each matured pol
icy is certain to be paid. Slamming
it will doubtless continue, but the par
ties who are fond of that sort of thing
will In due time find other Interests tc
maltreat and people may be allowed tc
protect their families through the be
neficence of life Insurance with only
a modicum of terrorizing.
Jiove and royalty make a sweet
sounding combination opt to excite
envy. The lovers without wealth oi
station and the rich nabobs without
love nmy alike look upon the youn
King of Spain and his noble brld-j.
wuose nearts are joined, as wen as
their hands, as singularly blessed. It
there are any especially favored on
earth it would seem It must be this pull
of royal young lovers, who, In addltloi
to their love, have all material environ
ment to which human ambition could
aspire. But it Is well for us humblct
folk to remember that happiness In
love Is not dependent on high station
in life. Love, like the sunshine, Is fot
all, and Is sweetest perhaps to thost
whose lives are ordinarily In the shad
ows. Anyway, the smiles seem uior!
soulful and the laugh rings more tnw
at the weddings of the poor or hum
ble than of the rich or exalted. If his
tory teaches us anything It Is that the
past sovereigns of Spain, with all the
splendor of their environment and all
the fire of their love, have never been
happy In their marriages. Ferdinand
VII., while still crown prince, married
Marie Antoinette Therese and thereby
gained the Imperial wrath of Napo
Icon, and after her death his love in
trigues lost him his kingdom. After
his restoration be married Maria
Christina, whose' very name is still
hated by the Spanish people. Largely
through her Influence he Issued the
Pragmatic Sanction which abolished
the Salic law, made Isabella the crown
princess and gave Spain its terrible
heritage of Carllst conspiracies. Al
fonso VII. made an unpopular mar
rlage with his cousin, and Mercedes
died a few months after marriage,
Then he took the Archduchess Marin
Christina of Austria a marriage dou
bly huteful to his subjects. She 1ms
conducted herself wisely during her
regency, but has never won the favor
of the Spanish people. The marriage
of Alfonso XIII. and the Princess Enu
Is one of love, but the heritage of com
plications and disasters which cllngi
to their throne is a terrible thing to
live under. Are they to be envied
Enviable rather are the thousands of
humble couples who have nothing I
the world but their love aud their
hopes.
Bake Your lauage.
Ilenrv Ward Beecher once snoke of
the frying pan as "the modern Image
that fell from heaven that all men are,
In duty bound to worship."
At the risk of dethroning this Idol we
strongly recommend that sausage be
oaxeu in xue oven ana not ineu in me
pan. Our selected casings are exceed
ingly delicate and burst in frying, and
the sausages do not present a nice ap
pearance; besides, they are not as well
cooked and the flavor Is not as good
when the sausages are fried. If you
want perfect sausages, bake them In
the oven.
When Gladstone Wu Wronar.
Mr. Gladstone knew how to admit
that be was In the wrong. On one oc-1
caslon he did so, candidly and hand-1
somely, as became a gentleman. But
he preferred to keep clear of the ne
cesfity for apologies and had scant be-
liul ill men ciiiinij. i
"You. can't unuull a man's nose." he I
once said to his private secretary.
Exchange.
TEE BROOK UT THE WAY.
By Henry F. Cope.
He shall drink of the brook In the
way: therefore shall he lift up the
head. Ps. ex., 7.
Nature has a prodigal way of scat
tering rivulets down the hillside and
along the pathways, little, heeding
whether men walk there or not lhe
practical eye sees waste; these streums
might have been made to turn wheels;
the needs of the traveler, weary with
the way, might be met by faucets at
regular Intervals.
It Is well for us ull that the power of
the practical man finds Its limitations,
else all jwetry would have goue from
the world, and great and glorious us
might have been our physical perfec
tions our bodies would be but the emp
ty habitations whence souls bad long
since fled. The utilitarian would have
stolen from uh the bilaa of tlie deep
druft from the pebbly brook.
The man who Is proud of being prac
tical tells us' we are wasting time and
nervous energy in stopping to think of
Ideal things; we must take the world
as we find It, be says, forgetting how
fair and poetic we once found it and
how bleak aid ugly we likely are to
leave it. But to him trees are always
lumber, grass and flowers but hay, bird
songs spell poultry, wind and waters
energy. Many are too busy making
things ever to enjoy anything that Is
made.
In this steel age it may seem folly
nnd waste to stop and think of sacri
fice and courage and love, to admire
and answer to the thrill of human
passions; but alas for him who never
sees the light of heaven lu another's
tear, nor hears the brush of angels'
wings when meii and women fly to
their fellow's aid.
If you haven't time In your busy life
to turn aside to drink of the brook of
human affection, to look deep Into the
eyes of friendship, to sympathize, to
comfort, to taste this strange, swset
and bitter cup of our common fellow
ship, then is your heart going dry and
thirsty and life becoming a whitened
road that knows no wells or springs.
But something there Is in man that
calls for drafts at yet deeper streams
than these. Foolish and unlearned he
may be, Ignorant of the wise conclu
sions of philosophers who have looked
Into these things with their lanterns,
but through the ages he has lieen
drinking eagerly at the waters of eter
nity. In every man there is a thirst
after the deep, immeasurable things di
vine ; the deeper the nature of the man
the greater his necessity for drinking
often here.
The consciousness of the great life
that embraces all llfej the sense of its
nearness to us all, has been a peren
nial refreshing to all great hearts. In
some way to bring the life Into touch
with the Infinite Is to take down its
limitations, break Its barriers, and give
It a sense of Infinitude, to lift up the
head in vision of the divinity of our
lives and of every life. We who walk
In the dust often need to be filled with
the divine lest we become ourselves
but dust
This world of things Is hungry for
the life that Is more thun things, the
life of the spirit ; that Is why so many
love to sing of heaven and dream of a
fair world peopled by strange and glo
rious celestial ones. Heaven Is nearer
than we think ; like the brook by the
way, the life of tho spirit flows beside
this life, happy they who drink of Its
waters, who already enter Into eter
nity, who find strength for this life's
way and work by the contact with the
life that Is life Indeed.
Is It any wonder that life Is a wear
isome thing, a dead drag, when you are
sturvlng Its very sources? You neglect
the soul at-the peril of all. So anxious
are you to run this race that you have
uo time to nllow him who rides in the
.chariot to drink of the water of life.
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This Is not utilitarianism; this Is sui
cide from the center out
The most practical common sense de
mands that you feed the inner places of
your life, the heart that has gone so
long thirsty and longing for love, for
things too deep for words, for things
that cannot be used, cannot be quoted
In dollars. Give your Inner life Its
deep drafts of the Infinite life and your
outer life shall take Its place and do
Its work In the world,
LIVING RELIGION.
By Rev. Aram S. Isaacs.
The dead praise not the Lord.
iPBalms 115: 17.
How many of us consider ourselves
religious, although ours may be but a
stagnant mua or religion, surrea once
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a week at public worship? A transient
wave of emotlonullsm arouses us from
our apathy, and then our religion loses
life and movement aguln for another
week, to prove at lust as useless as a
noxious swamp lit not by stars but by
fireflies, aud within whose bounds noth
ing sweet or inspiring can endure. Such
dead souls and characters cannot praise
the Lord.
Some of us, however, make our relig
ion a living factor, which finds not Its
sole satisfaction in formul worship, but
demands the translation of that relig
ion into life as well, so that in our
daily work we may show Its Influence
us a motive force for good. Can It not
be said of such people thut their life Is
a religion und their religion Is life
not merely a prayer, a ceremony, n
bending of the knee, a folding of the
hands, but a radiant, useful, consistent
life, a blessing to God and man? They
truly praise the Lord.
For that, after all, Js the test of our
religion. Does it impel us to right
thought and action and help us to real
ize the highest Ideals of manhood and
womanhood? Does It make our char
acter firm and genuine and mold Into
harmonious growth the hidden powers
o our Inmost soul? All else Is largely
sentlmentallsm, upon which no edifice
can be securely built
Religion must not be limited to oifr
relations to the Almighty, but it con
cerns as vitally our relations to our
neighbor. Does it enter our home and
make it more helpful and loving? Does
It enter the shop, the office, the mill, the
market, and promote Justice and mercy
between debtor and creditor, employer
and employe, the humblest wage-earn
cr and the lordliest proprietor? Does
it aid In banishing trickery, dishonesty,
graft? Does it help In enforcing right
eousness as a vital element In society?
If men and women would regard re
ligion as a living force extending over
the whole range of Individual activity
In every relation there would be noth
ing visionary In such a readjustment
of conditions as would make the atmos
phere of business as fragrant as the
atmosphere of worship. Did not the
monk who wrote that "To work was to
pray" suggest the ideal side of our
dally calling?
There Is something inspiring in a liv
Ing religion that appeals for breadth
and symmetry, not narrowness and one
sided growth, which makes the church
doors swing outward and sees through
the synagogue window a wider stretch
of sky, which views all life as Its altar
and every field of human effort the seed
ground for highest endeavor. How the
world would sweep exaltlngly Into tho
newer day with such religion exempli
fled and earth be made the heaven of
heavens, as justice, mercy and peace
abide forever with men.
Make your religion, then, a living
one. Be satisfied with no other. Let
your religion have the genuine stamp.
Translute your creed with your life.
Short Meter Sermons.
Kindness makes all kin.
Character Is made in conflict
Every loss met by love leads to gain.
All we get from heaven we owe to
earth.
The proof of the cathedral Is In the
kitchen. .-
People who are always In a pickle
soon get soured.
Pain Is a' small price to pay for the
Joy of sacrifice.
A strong breath often indicates a
weak backbone.
You never get your rights by adver
tising your wrongs.
There are too many people playing
poker In their prayers.
Packing water on both shoulders
makes a slippery trull.
He who gives on feeling generally
begrudges In fact.
He alone Is faithful to old truth who
will forsake it, for the new.
The Immodest may be virtuous, but
no one ever accuses them of It
The man who tries to humllltate oth
ers is not the best friend of humility.
A good many men never will take a
stand on a question unless It be a band
stand.
The pessimist always picks out a
broken chair before he attempts to sit
down.
The admiration of virtue may be re
warded by a chance to admire heaven
from afar.
The man who has crawled under the
fence usually wants to umpire the
church game.
No man can escape responsibility for
the sins of the city by ignoring their
existence.
No man ever sowed wild oats and
succeeded In keeping them confined to
bis own field.
LEGEND OF THE GARTER.
Contradictory Veralona of the Foun
dation of the Order.
I know, as every schoolboy knows.
the legend that a certain countess of
Salisbury dropped her garter at a ball,
and that the king, picking It up amid
the smiles' of courtiers, handed it to
her with the happy and now Immortal
phrase, "Hon! solt qui mal y pense."
But this legend, I recalled, had
to go the way of the story of King
Alfred and the cakes, the story of Will
iam Tell and the apple, and many an
other pretty fairy tale of history, says
a writer In the Sphere. At last I went
to Sir Nicholas Harris Nicholas' "His
tory of the Orders of Knighthood,"
where I found a delightful mass of
contradictory authority produced.
The tale of the ensign and name of
the ofder were first told by Polydore
Vergil (1470-1555), who wrote In the
time of Henry VII. and Henry VIII.,
and who said that the lady was "the
queen or the king's mistress." Segar,
whose work, "Honor, Military and
Civil," appeared In 1C02, 250 years af
ter the order was founded, was the
first to say that It was the Countess of
Salisbury. Other writers lay that it
was the Countess of Kent JobniAnstis
(1609-1744), garter king of arms, who
published several heraldic works, ridi
cules the whole story. He confesses
that an author of Henry VI.'s time,
who wrote In Latin and whose work la
now entirely lost, upheld It
Raphael Hollnshed, a chronicler who
died In 1550, tells the story In detail
and says the lady was the queen, which
surely rather spoils the significance of
the legend. Sir Harris Nicholas him
self thinks the story Is not Improbable,
although be urges the fact that Jean
Frolssart, who Is the best contemporary
authority on the reign of Edward III.,
while be has much to say about the
order In his hundredth chapter, does
not refer to It, and Nicholas admits
that this tells very much against the
supposed origin of the story ; but Frols
sart may have thought the matter too
trivial to relate.
It Is not, I may add, claimed that
the Incident caused the foundation of
the Order of the Garter, but only that
it gave Edward III. tho Idea for nam
ing the order which ho had resolved to
found In any case. In the absence of
any other solution than that which
rests on these shadowy foundations I
think we may still go on accepting the
pretty legend; but I repeat my expres
sion of dissatisfaction with the popu
lar histories that they should leave
such matters as this severely alone.
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BOY8' ENCOUNTER WITH TIGER.
Han Eater Overpowera Them bnf
Ther Live to Tell the Storr.
Jhulan Gaur aud Nila Gaur, his
brother, were grazing bullocks In light
Jungle near San Shal Bhahal village.
about half a mile from the bastl a boot
0 a. m. The cattle were In front, then
came Nila Gaur and then about fifteen
paces behind him, Jhulan Gaur. They
had Just crossed a "nala." Nila was
to one side, when from the other side
suddenly a tiger ruBhed at a cow,
slapped It aside with a blow on the
rump and in the same stride Jumped on
Jhulan Gaur, bore him to the ground
doubled up in the position of a Mo-
hahmmedan saying his prayers or a
Chinaman "kowtowing" the hind paws
on his back and the forepaws on his
head.
Jhulan was quite conscious and knew
his doom was sealed. At the time he
was borne to the ground he called to
his brother to help him. But when
the tiger began to shnke bis head from
side to side consciousness left htm. Nila
heard his brother's shout for help and
ran to him at once. The tiger was on
his brother's head and Nila struck the
tiger two blows on the head with a
light drover's stick he had In his hand.
The tiger had his mouth open and was
growling and lashing his tall. Nila
went In front of the tiger's face and
when he struck the tiger the brute
sprang off bis brother onto him. He
did not slap, but pushed him back
ward. He lost consciousness at once. Jhu
lan, as soon as the tiger left his back,
regained his senses, and saw the tiger
on his brother. Hl brother was on
his back with his face on the right side
and one forepaw of the tiger was on'
his face and the other forepaw on his
chest He struggled up and with the
light stick In the hand (which he had
never relinquished) he struck the tiger
three times on the side of the head.
The tiger let go his brother and took a
circle round, then saw Jhulan and
threatened him again by growling, and
made as if he meant to attack again,
but on Jhulan raising his stick the
tiger slunk Into the "nala' and disap
peared. I saw them ten days after
admission Into hospital and they were
both doing well, but seemed quiet and
lubdued. Sambalpur Cor. Indian Field.
The Proper Place.
"Where shall I put these stock,
phrases?"
"Put them under the head of 'Mar
ket Quotations.' " Baltimore Ameri
can. He who fights and runs away may
live to fight another day, or draw a
pension, so they say.
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