UEEOU COUNTY LEADER
Cr.SOULCPublMicr
TOLEDO.
OREGON
Itoekefeller says the world Is all
right He ought to knew. lie owns
most of It
General Booth has again announced
that he Is not afraid of tainted money,
but so far Mr. Rockefeller has not
taken the hint
More than half of .the votes cast In
Finland at the first election under the
new universal adult suffrage law were
polled by women.
The Indiana man who has gone
abroad to study the methods of Russian
statesmen is likely to learn several new
ways of dodging things.
King Alfonso warmly embraced King
Edward at Cartngeua, but not hard
enough, we trust, to mush those $2.05
cigars la King Edward's vest pocket
A Judge has ruled that a wife who
refuses to talk to her husband Is not
guilty of Inhuman treatment. Is It pos
sible that a husband needed to be told
that?
. Author says that it is not painful to
starve to death, but as he has not tried
It more than three or four times we
will have to accept mo suueiueut uuj
suspend Judgment.
George Gould says the railroads can't
afford to carry passengers for 2 'cents
a mile. But It may be that they can
do It all right after they have had a
little more practice.
There Is In New York a girl 13 years
old who complains that she cannot live
on a nlncome of $13,500 a year. We
refuse to pity her. She can surely get
Into some chorus if she wants to.
A Dakota man, aged 60, has mar
ried a girl of 20, while his son mar
ried the girl's mother, aged 44. People
with nothing else to do can now busy
themselves with this latest relation
ship puzzle.
"Woman Is every day learning new
methods of expressing herself," says
Mrs. Henrotln. And yet no living man
remembers a time when Jwoman was
not able to express herself fully, thor
oughly and unanswerably. '
George Bernard Shaw has expressed
the opinion that rkh peope who do riot
believe In distributing their wealth
ought to be guillotined. Shaw Is al
ways for the spectacular. What Is the
matter with the electric chair?
Ninety-one young ,men have recently
been admitted to the practice of law
In New York. The presiding Judge
who admitted them said there were 'al
ready eighteen thousand lawyers prac
ticing In New York city. No wonder
the price of shingles Is advancing.
Professor Zueblln's proposal for the
pensioning of motherhood Is no move
extravagant than the thousand and one
other suggestions for pensioning all
sorts and conditions of people. ,Tlie
truth Is that the Idea of government
benevolence has grown to such propor
tions that nobody need feel modest
alKHit applying for a pension, either as
a direct gift or In the form of a spe
cial privilege. . When we reach the hap
py condition in which the state shall
take care of everybody the millennium
will have arrived. The one embarras
sing question presents Itself, however.
If the state U to support everybody
who Is to support the state? This is,
perhaps, a mere detail, unworthy of
consideration, but It presents some dlffl
- culties to the unlllunilnated.
When the Paris cab-drivers attempt
ed to make It Impossible for half a
dozen women to earn 'a living driving
cabs In the city, the chivalrous French
men went out of their way to hire the
women drivers. They were readily 'dis
tinguished at a distance by their uni
form of a low-crowned hat and a flow
ing cape. The women are doing a good
business so good, In fact, that certain
men drivers who have lost their' trade
have resorted to the trick of discarding
their own tall hats and coats end adopt
lng the women's cape and low bat. The
passenger who hails them does not dls
cover the masquerade of the driver till
It Is too late to send the man away
without being laughed at by the people
on the street There Is business enough
to that the women, even with this un
fair competition, continue to prosper.
President King of Oberlln said no
new thing when he remarked the other
Dlgat ttat the American people work
three times as bard as they nedd to
lverk. Honry D. Thoreau . noted the
name thing fifty years ago when the
pressure was not one-half so great as
It Is now. All men reallzethla fact of
superfluous work. The trouble Is that
only a few of them act upon their
knowledge. A great deal of sarcasm
was directed at Jay Gould when be
said fifteen years or more ago that an
extra suit of clothes was a superfluity
since the richest man In the world
could wear only one suit at a time.
Yet he told the truth and the fact that
he kept piling up money to the day of
his death did not Invalidate his theory.
He knew well that all of his money
above a relatively small sum was ab
solutely useless to hlin so far as his
bodily needs were concerned. lie con
tinued to get money not 'because he
needed It but becnuse money getting
had become a habit. And that is true
of most people. Humanity Is always
providing against a rainy day and
keeps at the task until the very last.
When the rain does come It falls upon
the graves of those who were nlways
laying up provision against It and they
are past caring for showers. It is safe
to say that If men were satisfied with
the necessaries of life they would not
need to work more than one or two
days In the week. It Is the pursuit of
the unnecessnrles that keeps the nose
nt the grindstone almost from the cra
dle to the grave. This Is nut to say
that we should all dress In coffee sacks
and live In hogsheads and dry goods
boxes, but It is to say that we wear
out the greater part of our lives In
working for things that not only do us
no good, but that do us positive harm.
President King stated an old truth
even if he put it In a new form.
The newspaper lately reported the
rtooth, ifilq own hn(ii of fl prominent
and popular baseball player, who had
made his way to the captaincy of the
team with wihlch he was connected. He
was young, making a handsome living
by his occupation In which most per
sons engage purely for pleasure, and
In. the eyes of the . world was hap
pily situated. He died a victim of over
work and worry. Almost his last words
were, "I cannot stand it any' longer!"
The Case was, unfortunately, not re
markable, but only typical. It was
merely an example of hundreds, per
haps thousands, of cases of men who
find the pace too rapid, the burden too
heavy. In the majority of Instances
the body yields before the spirit. The
victim breaks down, drops In the har
ness, before he reaches the frightful
step of taking bis own life. But the re
sult Is, In effect, the same. The body
has not been more than raiment, and
they who would have saved their lives
have lost them. It takes courage and
It takes that great quality, wisdom,
which Is so much more than education
or knowledge, to resist the tendency of
mouern American life toward the over
work and the assumption of unnatural
burdens' A part of the courage, and
pernaps some of the wisdom, may have
to be expended In resisting pressure
from those who are nearest and dear
estfrom wives and daughters who
have social alms and aspirations, and
from sons who regard the head of the
bouse as an Inexhaustible source of sup
ply. If this Is so, there are double rea
sons why firmness should be exercised ;
but Ignorance makes more demands
than unreasonableness. The extrava
gant woman Is more often careless of
money because she does not know than
because Bbe does not care, and If she
were once made to understand the price
of gratifying her wishes, would do her
share toward establishing a saner and
safer standard. ' ,
Panta Eaall;- Preaaed.
A trousers presser which Is far su
perior to the old-fashioned method of
utilizing the mattress for the purpose
of keeping the crease in
trousers. Is the Inven
tion of a. New York
man. As shown In the
Illustration, It is con
structed of two' leaves,
or plates, conforming in
outline somewhat to the
trousers to be pressed.
Secured transversely to
the plates are three re
silient metal strara. on
one end of which are clasps. When the
clasps are In an opened position, the
ends of the straps curve outwardly, so
that when the clasps are fastened the
straps w ill exert a constant compress
ing force upon the garment held be
tween them. Practically no time Is re
quired to place the trousers In position
In the presser, .where they can remain
until wanted.
Seek New Coin Deala-na.
The American Numismatic and Ar
chaeological Society advocates nn ex
penditure of $100,000 by the United
States In obtaining new designs for
coinage. According to the society,
$10,000 should be appropriated for each
of the ten denominations, of which
awards of $1,000 each should be given
to the six best designers for each coin
and an award of $4,000 to the winner
of the six In each class.
Hla Intelliarenoo.
Purchaser You told me that parrot
I bought of you was the most Intelli
gent bird In your collection, while the
fact la he doesn't talk at all. Dealer
That's what I meant when I spoke of
hla Intelligence. .
THE FRTMTtOSE PATH.
The green fans of the chestnut trees
Are all unfolding one by one,
The breath of April's in the breeze,
The long streets glisten in the sun.
Th tassel ed lilacs in the square
Are full of nods and whisperings,
While blnck-bolled poplars stir the air .
With hints of happy secret things.
The town in all so fair and fine,
The streets they make so brave a show ;
And yet and yet Corinna mine.
'Tig now the pale primroses blow.
The woods are railing us to-day .,
Where grassy hills fall fold on fold J
Come, let ur take the primrose way
And gather wealth of faery gold.
Put off jour dainty silks and lace
For leathern shoon and bomespen
gown ;
Come, leave this bustling market place
To play the truant out of town.
For though in town the sun shines gay,
You cannot hear tbe sweet birds sing;
Come, my Corinna, come away,
And let us go a-primrosiug.
Rosamund Marriott Watson.
A HEROINE
of Necessity
A way to tbe right, as far as eye
cuulu act, StiCtlhcd the slilmiuCrlng
ocean, the sunlight dancing on - the
waves and turning them Into d carpet
of gold. To the left lay glorious
patches of purple heather, brokeu here
and there by big gorse bushes, covered
with golden blooms and soft green
spikes. Overhead the seagulls'whlrled
lazily across a. turquoise buy, uttering
their plaintive notes us they greeted
one another In passing. - I -
And'one, ut least, of the millions of
created beings was thanking God at
that' very moment, as she leaned her
arms on the slight railing which formed
the only protection from the cruel shin
gle below the edge of the steep cliff.
Fate bad been more than ordinarily
kind to Ohrlstabel Tredeunjs up to now.
She had never known a single sorrow
all her life through; twenty years of
unspotted peace lay behind her. She
was young, fair to look upon, wealthy
beyoud the dreams of most women, and
ear to a manly heart, now far away
In Western -Africa, fighting his coun
try's battles In skirmishes with tribes,
with a pluck that was tenfold more
thorough .because of her.
Mrs. Tredennls had come to tbe quiet
little village of Croone, on the Dorset
shire coast, because she had happened
to see a highly colored print of It In
some one's photo album. It had not
turned out to be all that It was paint
ed what does? upon closer acquaint
ance, but Chrlstaliel and she liked the
scenery and the solitude and stayed on.
This was about their last day.
She was Chinking of her soldier-lover
far across the waters, as she gazed,
when her mind was suddenly recalled
to her present surroundings by a mut
tered exclamation borne to her ears
on the soft summer wind. She turned
round hastily and saw, a little farther
on, a tall, spare figure standing on
the very edge of the cliff, an edge that,
as Christabel knew, was unprotected.
To call out would be to startle the
riish adventurer, whoever It was ; but
the girl crept softly across the' heath
er that lay between the figure and her
self till she wa Just behind her.
The woman turned round and almost
screamed. ChrhstabeU with fear knock
ing at her heart, brought there by the
look In the eyes riveted on hers, laid
a hand on the other's arm.
"Come farther from the edge; It Is
dangerous," she said.
The woman, who looked ' anything
from 30 to 50, laughed. v
"It's the edge I like," she answered,
shaking her arm free of the detaining
hand and taking a step forward. "Have
you ever walked over a cliff? Should
you like to come with me and try the
sensation now?"
Christabel looked round wildly. There
was no one In sight; tbe only sound
to be heard was the mournful cry of
the gulls.
A story she had once heard came
Into her mind at that moment. 1 .
"It's nothing to walk over n cliff,"
she returned, trying to stendy her voice.
"It would be much more wonderful If
you started at the bottom to walk to
the top!"
The other shrugged her, shoulders, .
"It's a matter of opinion, of course,"
she said. "Let us try my way first I
want to go to Mm. Don't you see be
Is beckoning to me over there?" 1
She glared ferociously out to sea,
and gripped the girl's arm In a vice.
"He? Who?" asked Christabel, hop
ing thereby to 'gain time.
The ruse1 was for a few moments suc
cessful The woman drew a photo
graph out of her pocket, and thrust It
under the girl's nose.
Christabel started ; the blood had left
her face, and her heart seemed to stop
.beating. It was a portrait of her lover
HOW ntEITCH SEA
iiiij Minium 1 1 hi iijMjiai mtw'jr"
French seamen are imtnhlv oMina
. uvutw auu a&ut; miu iijib is uue, bo it m
averred, to the training they get while they are in belr apprenticeship. Agility
Is systematically encouraged and lightness of movement Is considered a very
great accomplishment Among the exercises given the younger seamen when
they enter the service Is that of rope ladder climbing, and the fellows soon
become as proficient at this as monkeys and climb up and down with great
speed. But the exercise Is not restricted to the younger men alone, for it Is
quite necessary that the sailors keep In trim, 89 they are kept at the practice
a share of each week 'at least, and this is why they have become famous for
their agile movements and their quick work. For many years they have had
a. prestige for nimble movements, and that this may in no wise be lost the
officers see to it that training Is kept up throughout the naval service.
Jim Blaklston she would know It
in a thousand. It had been cut out of
an Illustrated paper and' gummed on
to a correspondence card.
"This man what Is he to you?" she
asked hoarsely.
The woman laughed again gleefully.
, "He he Is haudsome, enough, Isn't
be?", she queried. "You seem to ad
mire his picture they all do. Come,
wo will go together and see him. He
will be surprised ; he loves me he
loed me once, nd they said he died"
she lowered her voice, then raised It
again suddenly "but it wasn't true.
He Is beckoning to me to come, and we
will go together, you and I for I do
not want to go alone. No? Then I will
go alone I"
Whereupon a fight, swift and sharp,
raged In Ohrlstabel's heart. Why should
she not let this mad woman perish?
Why save her for him? the being she
loved best on earth. A maniac! Well,
she would not be missed, she only mar
red God's sunlit world! Let her go
Then a great revulsion of feeling
came over the girl's soul. She saw the
hideous temptation; she knew that
come what might, think what she
would, she must save a fellow creature.
It became no longer a matter of voli
tion It was a matter of necessity, for
action and self-sacrifice, which comes
to every human being born Into the
world, with his or her share of respon
sibilities with regard to another. Why
save a lunatic? Why should a sane wo
man die for nn Insane one? Why? Be
cause the instinct Is there, whether she
will or no an Instinct which dies
hard. Of necessity she must save her
sister, be the exchange ever so , un
equal, .the result of so little apparent
satisfaction I
AH these thoughts surged momentar
ily through Christabel Tredennls' mind
as she stood' oh the sunlit cliff; and
then she wrestled and struggled as she
had never though to wrestle, with all
the luck of a long line of dead and
gone ancestors, wrestled till she felt
herself growing dizzy and faint; and
the edge of the cliff drew ever nearer
and nearer, and ever that mad, mad
face, with those ferocious eyes, gleamed
Into hers.
A strong band thrust them apart; a
stern voice thundered a wrathful In
quiry. The woman sank trembling on
tbe heather; her whole figure shaken
with sobs. Christabel, breathless, white
faced, white-eyed, stood shaking In ev
ery limb from her recent strain but
safe safel
"Poor thing!" The doctor looked
pityingly at the woman. "She has es
caped again, but they never thought of
looking here, I suppose. You have had
a hard fight yes I understand-
"For life," put In Christabel, with
Hps that trembled, as a shudder passed
through ber frame.
The doctor whipped out a flask and
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ield it to her mouth. "Drink," he
onunanded. And when she bad done
his bidding, be turned and spoke kindly
to the cowering lunatic. "Come home
now," he said. "Miss Lacy, do you know
It is nearly teatlme, and Masom will
be wondering where you are. You
should not take such long walks alone ;
they are not good for you;" The mat-ter-of-act
tones reached the poor dazed
brain; she still clutched the photo
graph. The doctor, raising his eyes,
saw- Christabel looking at It with. a
queer expression on her pretty face.
vIIer lover," he supplied briefly in
low tones that reached only her ears.
'Toor thing, he died of cholera In India
ten years ago, and that was what turn
ed her brain!"
"Ills name?" breathed Christabel.
"Henry Blaklston. Bid you know
him a lieutenant in the navy? She Is
under a delusion that he Is calling for
her, and that we are keeping tbeui
apart It Is getting damp on the
heather; we must be making tracks
now. I am more sorry than I can say
that this should have happened."
But the face Christabel lifted to bis
astonished hlin beyond measure. It
was radiant; glowing.
"I am engaged to his brother," she
voluntered shyly, "and he Is so like
that picture "
"Ah, I see you Imagined they were
the same." The doctor was only hu
man and chuckled at the coincidence,
which had meant so much to his com
panion. "I congratulate you and must
wish you good afternoon."
He shook hands, and then proceeded
to lead his patient awny, without a
backward look. Christabel turned her
face towards the setting Bun and her
lips moved, "Thank God!" she cried
fervently.
When Jim Blaklston came home not
many months afterwards on long
leave, he was told the whole story.
"I should have let ' her go, I'm
afraid. I should never have saved
ber." he said, looking at Chrlstabel's
happy face In wonder.
"You would have saved her," she an
swered proudly. "You are so brave;
besides, I can't explain properly, but I
did It of necessity."
And then and there It dawned on the
young soldier that the reason account
ed for many so-called mysterious things
of everyday life. There are many he
roes who are heroes "of necessity," of
1 whom the world never hears, but they
are none the less heroes because of
that Philadelphia Telegraph.
Raphael Portrait Bring 100,000..
Raphael's portrait of the brother
of Pope Leo X, dated 1514, has been,
sold for $106,000, a record price In
the Berlin art world.
If a man Is called upon to bury hla-
wife's pug dog he U apt to shed tears
of Joy.
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