Bandon recorder., April 06, 1905, Image 3

tvapieion. mong em."
“So I toted."
Gems In Vetee
We,
Old.
I, who yaeterti&y was youqp
Now am old instead;
All of youth a glad sonf M|
All a «tory said.
It w<a l/ove who
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Love the story told.
^b. by; we rvBiWatM >■*
\ye, pruwft old.
<M«b y«*»t«r<Uy F quafeft
LXie > ci<indllae pi*«;
Only yesterday I laughed
Youth*« light laugh dlvlaw
It tan I ajv « who playad tto
Brimmed the cup of gold.
Ah but we Remember
We. grown old.
Only yesterday my eye«
Held youth's marveling«;
Nay. it is not time that fllew—
Love alone has wings.
Time plods «low In very truth;
Love what man may hold?
Ah, we know who filched our youth.
We. grown old.
—Theodosia Garrison In Harper*a
“8how Me."
Do you know Mr. Tell-you-how? He Is
the man who eye«
Your patient efforts to succeed with
sneers he can't disguise.
No matter what your work may be—per­
haps it*« driving nails
Or keeping books or selling goods or may­
be splitting rails—
Hut Mr Tell-you-how will come and ven­
ture to suggest
Another way for you to work, and then
you should request:
“Show me!”
Just when you’re hustling at your task
with all your main and might
Comes Mr. Tell-you-how to say he doesn't
think that*« right.
“Now. what you ought to do.“ says he—
“of course, it’s not my trade,
But if it was, why. this and that and
other moves I’d made,
And, while you're doing pretty well. I’d
choose another way.”
Right then *s the time to hand your tools
to Tell-you-how and say:
“Show me!”
Behold, the tribe of Tell-you-hows are
most equipped with talk.
You say, “I’d rather see than hear,” then
on their way they walk.
You may not be entirely sure of what
success you’ll reach,
But wliat you want is acts, not words,
from those who want to teach.
And so when Mr. Tell-you-how begins to
interfere
You’ll find relief if you will pause and
murmur in his ear:
"Show me!”
—W. D. Nesbit in New York World.
The Book of Wars.
When the book of the wars of men is
done
And the story is truly penned
From the yellowing page of the tale be-
gun
To the chapter that holds the end.
When the trumpets of peace the world
around
Have blent in a chorus grand
And the battleflag shall no more be found
As a shadow above the land.
Will we keep the book of the wars of men
In u high and honored place
That our children's sons may be thrilled
again
With the stories their eyes may trace?
Will we cherish the book in faithful pride
That men of a future age
May acquaint themselves with the one«
who died
That the volume might have a page?
Will the book of the wars of men tell
truth?
Will it mingle the songs and cheers
With the sacrifice of the beardless youth
And the dew of a mother’s tears?
Will it blazon In gold the noble deed
That won a forgotten fame?
Will it tell of the grlpo of a ceaseless
greed
That has wrought for a nation’s shame?
Oh. the book of the wars of men! It waits
Till the wakening of the world,
Till the banner« that tell of scorns and
hates
In the glory of peace are furled!
Will we keep It to tell of the rolling drum
And the peals that the flfers know,
Or to speak to the men of the days to
come
Of the way that they must not go?
—Chicago Tribune.
The Dog’« Cold Nose.
When Noah, perceiving ’twas time to
embark,
Desired the creatures to enter the ark.
The dog with a friendliness truly sub­
lime
Assisted in herding them. Two at a time
He drove in the elephants, zebras and
gnus
Until they were packed like a boxful of
«crew«—
The cat in the cupboard, the mouse on
the shelf,
The bug in the crack—then he backed in
himself,
But such was the lack of available space
He couldn't tuck all of him into the place.
And so, though the rivers rushed over the
plain
And down from the heavens fell blankets
of rain.
He stood with his muzzle thrust out
through the door
Th« whole forty days of that terrible
pour I
Because of which drenching, the sages
unfold,
The nose of a healthy dog always is cold.
—Arthur Guiterman in New York Times.
Love.
Love is like the glass
That throws its own rich color over all
And make« all beautiful.
—Landon.
•
In love there’s no such word as absence!
The loved one, like our guardian spirit,
walks
Beside us ever, shines upon the beam.
Perfumes the flower and sighs in every
breeze I
— Bui wer.
Love rule« the court, the camp, the
grove
And men below and saints above.
For love la heaven, and heaven Is love.
—Sir Walter Scott.
The rose la fairest when ’tis budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns
from fear;
The roe® is sweetest when washed with
morning dew.
And love 1« lowJJest wbA»»
waehol
In tear«.
—Shakespeare.
The world*« an Inn; al! travelers ar® we.
And this world's goods the accommoda­
tions be
Our life is nothing but a winter*« day;
Some only break their fast and so away;
Other« stay dinner and depart full fed;
The deepest age but sups and goes to bed.
He’« moat In debt that llncera out the
day;
Who dice betimes bu Iws and lee, t.
MA
—Poor Richard's Almanac
An Odd Opinion.
Do 1 believe In putting a atop to
swearing? No, I don’t If you prevent
the workingman from swearing, and
thus relieving his feelings. Wlmt will
happen? Why. lie will go home and
■iurder his family.—G. Bernard Shaw.
SStahl Have B,,n Varan.
IVerch 1 had to walk the floor all
■Ight with the baby. Can you think
«fi »»ything worse than that? Gotham
—'Tea; yo» «tight have msrt-iafl out fit
WM m I a M. whose «ho ylelits aro Oil
month# lot*
•teNMaaee
My Lady’s Ride
By CUNTON ROSS
<*op> right, 1UM. .by Clinton Kian
•I
She would have twirled a mustache
had she it, when suddenly Mrs. Bal
low’s fat hands pounced on her shoul­
ders.
“Law—ah, my Itonny lady, ’tie not
Captain Rob: 'tis"
Our Captain drew away. “Eneugb!
Pen an<l ink! Quick!"
“Here, mlea.”
,
*• •
“What?”
* •
“I mean Captain Renew, sir.”
She was chuckling, ’ her fat sides
shaking.
“You know I nm as much for the
king as you, and every bit of this body
for you, miss.”
“Hold your tongue,” said Our Cap­
tain. and. picking up pen, be wrote:
OB RENEW rode to bls sister
Miss Renew of Beechwood,
and told her of his plan, and
he rode away.
On bls chair In his room lay a scar­
let paptain’a suit, fresh from I-ori(lon;
on the floor a display of new boots,
ilow would the coat become hgr and To Earl Cornwallis. County York:
My Lord—I caught tonight a baker's
the boots fit her? Her face was the dox.-n of their officers, with their hordes
cuptaln'a (that beardless officer oft was and servants, who were gathered for din­
ner at a crossroad tavern, a safe enough
styled ‘‘the girl”), her mouth, blue eyes, spot,
they thought. 'Twas not proven so.
brow, exactly like his.
She paused, thinking how to sign it,
Of a mood to see. her gown was and then went on:
thrown nslde, and presently, before
My brother. Captain R. Renew, was
the mirror. In counterfeit presentment, made prisoner this morning. I crave,
my lord, as a favor, that you may en­
stood our Captain Renew, “Ah, Rob, deavor
to exchange him for one of these
were I you—were I you! But I am.” prisoners, Mr. J. Napleton of «.'ulp< per
(known among the rebels as "Colonel”).
Could she but have those muscles of This
matter I deem feasible. I ant, my
steel bls slight Hgure held! Ah, but lord, y'rs obediently.
CLYSTA RENEW.
she had his will, and, rather more than
Of Beechwood House, New Kent.
his, her own. So she strutted and
Virginia, July 31, 1781.
grimaced, “Oh, Captain Renew!" and
She folded It and sealed It with tlie
“Ab, captain!" and, Imitating Madam hilt of Rob's sword for impress. "This
Pendleton's voice, “Yon tomboy!" to for my lord general.” she said to Rob's
be stopped by Belinda's grinning black lieutenant, Pott«»r.
“All's well,” said he. He hud forgot­
face—
"Mr. Jim Napleton of Gin'ral Wash­ ten this was not the real Captain Re­
new, for surely never had Captain
ington’s—and scand’lous ragged for a
Rob born«» himself more capably. "I'm
Napleton—askin’ for you."
reminded that one of the prisoners,
"Soldiers?"
Colonel Napleton, Insists on a word
“A whole regiment passin’!"
with you.”
"Does he know that I nm not Rob?”
The scarlet trappings flew about like
rose leaves in a gust, and live minutes The will was suddenly faint.
"I fear me he does,” said honest Pot­
after 'twas my little lady of Beech­
ter.
wood who entered to Napleton.
“I'll not see him: I'll not see him.
“I was passing and could but stop’*—
Get ’em all on to York.” She look«?d
“Why, indeed, you should”—
despairingly at breeches ami boots.
"And I came, besides, to tell you Rob
“A great feat, Miss Clysta, nnd, de­
Is taken our prisoner, but don't wor­ pend on It, 1'11 bring the prisoners safe
ry!”
to York,” said Potter.
Five minutes after she heard the
“I.aw, Rob caught!”
Poor Rob—luckless Rob! How was clatter of hoofs nnd knew they were
be to surprise them at dinner that gone. Then she sat down, trembling
night at Ballow's? She sat down In at what she had done.
Anil Beechwood was seventeen miles
dismay, her face In her hands, and,
away,
presently looking up, she found Jim
A week after Madam Pendleton and
Napleton on bls knees before her.
her niece were at dinner, the hitter as
"1 can't have you cry, Clysta! I can’t demure nnd nice ns you pleas«» In a
hnve you In tears, and a prisoner has confection of a frock, when Belinda
good car«», believe me.”
announced a man from York with let­
ters.
She laughed.
“From York?" asked madam.
“Get up,” said she. And up stood
“One from my Lord Cornwallis.” said
the redoubtable Napleton, while, as it
would happen, his orderly burst In. “I Clysta, breaking the seal.
"From my lord. Indetsl. He knows
beg pardon, sir, but 'tis time, as you us, and what says he?”
told me to call you, sir.”
Sahl Clysta. tn some confusion: “A
"Presently —I mean now-Jenkins.” pretty, n well phrased note, some re­
And he nodded In a confusion of words ply for what wns done at Ballow's:
and love, "Goodby. Miss Renew.” She
"My Dear Madam—Surely never was
was tempted to call after, “Do you dine loyulty so finely expressed as yours. You
are the toast of us all. And, In passing,
with them tonight at Ballow’s?” but I have the pleasure of reporting that we
she did not, remembering Rob’s plot have had your brother. Captain R. Re­
new, In exchange for their Colonel Na­
Poor captive Rob!
pleton. With a further «xpUMMlon of our
She sat down, crossing her knees sense of debt to your fair self, coupled
with her hands. “So they caught him. with the slncertst congratulations. I am.
my dear madam, your humble, devoted
And now Potter and the men are wait­ servant,
CORNWALLIS.”
ing him at the crossroads with no one
*”Tls good of Earl Cornwallis,” said
to lead them.” "And,” she went on, Madam Pendleton, “to writ«» you this
“who could lead like Rob? Could 1?
Could I get there? And why not?
And wouldn’t they follow me? What
was the girl's name In Shakespeare?
Rosalind! Law, I’ll be she, I will!”
By this time she was In Rob’s room.
Off went the gown and shoes and
skirts, and on went breeches and boots
and then the coat, an admirable tit
considering. The hair was caught In
the knot and topped with a cap.
“Now, then, I’ll be Rob, and Rob's
self shall ride to the men at the Forks,
ami Rob's self will say, "In faith we
ride to their dinner at Ballow’s! Sad­
dle?” said she.
Presently, with Rob’s scarlet, Rob's
spurs. Rob’s heart an«l her own, Clysta
was on the road. The twilight was
long faded, and there was no moon
when she found Rob's lieutenant. Pot­
ter, and the men In hiding in the wood
at the crossroads.
•
•••••
•
It wns midnight at Ballow's, a hot
July night of 1781. The officers had
dinner in the long room, hung with
antlers. Its floor strewn with lynx and
“J thank you,” mi bl Captain lit new.
fox and bear skin.
There Hallow, a trim little man—at after the shock you must have occa­
Fie. Clysta — breeches and
his tongue’s end all the gossip of Vir­ sioned.
boots!"
ginia—bustled about. Napleton was
“I was but Rob—acting as Rob”—
telling of the capture of his neighbor
“Tut, tut,” said madam. "Your one
and foe, Rob Renew.
excuse was the loyalty of it. And now
“A goal fellow, though," said Cap­ I have to tell you James Napleton.
tain Renshaw. "And you failed to see your old admirer. Is waiting to see you
the fair Clysta when on the Beech- after dinner. Do not keep him wait­
ing.”
wood road?”
First she paused to look nt her frock,
"Not be, not lie! Don't you believe
to see how it hung, and If her hair
It.”
strayed, and. most of all. if there were
"Yes, I stopped." said Napleton.
aught of the boy, and 'twas in confu­
“To the lady of Beechwood!” cried
sion that she entered. He bowed and
one. raising high a beaker of Ballow's then said, “I declare, yon are not like
Canary
him.”
They all rose, our officers and gentle­
“Who?”
men taking this little gayety in pass­
“Rob.”
ing. The spbjitcrfffig randier shemed
"Ah, no, not the- leart. And—is ths
traveling good, colonel?”
their flushed faces.
“Yes; roads seemed longer, for I c.tntt
"And here’s to fair Clysta of Beecli-
to congratulate you on y >ur tactics.”
wood.”
“You're impertinent. « olonel Napl<>-
At the moment one stool in the door
aad heard, part in anger, part in sur­ l«>u. ’
"I’m In love."
prise and perhaps a little in pleasure.
“Pray. do«>s that alter It?"
Turning, they saw the Intruder—dusty.
flusli«*d, martial, menacing, the scarlet
“May I tell you that I have that
figure of “Our Captain Renew."
toast on my lips, “Our Captain of Bal
Jaws fallen, glasses suspended, they low's?* ”
turned to face this apparition, debo­
"So they styled me, did they?"
nair and insolent.
He caught her hand. "They styh»d
"For us of Beechwood,” said Renew, you the dearest lady in the land.”
“I thank you.” Behind him crowded
"Release my hand.”
“ 'Tis captive.”
the king's troopers. Striding to the ta­
“Ix»t It go!"
ble he caught up a bottle still half full
of good Canary.
"Say! You’ve but to say It, T sur­
“I’ll change the tonst to George, the render.' ”
king." And he did effectively.
"Oil. If It please you. I will. Listen
They «trank with a line of men be­
hen my lord anil Ills army become
hind to shout it hoarsely, while a ser­ prisoners of the nrmles of congress nnd
geant enforce«! the position with an King Ixmis I'll think on IL”
admonition to keep hands well up from
A slxmonth after Hallow brought
hilts nnd pistols.
from bis cellar some of that rare Ca­
Napleton, tn open eyed wonder, saw nary. capture«! by a privateer In the
his quondam prisoner, and be, seeing Spanish main, to drink to Colonel Na-
Napleton. edg«»d away Into the next pieton's lady.
room, near tumbling over Mrs. Bal
For that «lire catastrophe had come
low’s buxom self. "Ab. Mr. Rob, ’tls when Earl Cornwallis' army marched
as In the old day after the bunt.”
between th«» lines of the victors, while
“A good lot of foxes tonight,” said th«» drummers beat "The World Turned
Our Captain.
I’pslde Down."
“And vour old acquaintance. Mr. Jim
"Tb.It It should lie so," said Naple-
R
ton ii .ito'.'i loiisiy. halt in*iauguu*r.
••Rut still It Is G«sl and inj right."
»UU
io >l.<»d nt til«' »cari. - . i,, ok
ui> Lady Clysta of l»**W-u. •
A PEER INTO BERLIN
Thr
RIXDORF, THE WHITECHAPEL O^THE
GEWAN fAFlTAL.
The Mani».- • ml th«- Mirror.
Many i«t *- »Im aje »up. intltious ,
ri .Sul Hi«' bi. ik t'k >f a it
glass
as an «>!•< a of Lui luck." said u truv\
ufe-r, "but 1 had an experience once
where I think tha( th«» breaking of a
looking glass was tbe^ams of sav­
ing my life, 1 was a keep»*. in the
state insane asylusu at the time. One
evening .a bout 11 o’clock I was sitting
in my room reading wtien 1 heard the
door’ suddenly open and, on turning
aroiuid, was sturtled to.se«- one of the
patients, a man whose mania often
took u most violent form, standing in
the doorway. He had always been
kept under lock and key, and how be
manage«! to get out Is a mystery to
lae to this day. I tried to appear as
cool us possible and asked him what
he wanted. ‘I have come to kill you,’
he replied, at the same time taking
from his pocket a pistol which he bad
gained possession of in some unac­
countable manner. As he advanced
toward me Ids eyes wandered around
the room, when all at once be saw bls
ow n Image in a large mirror that hung
on the wall. Ills whole demeanor
changed in an Instant, and, seeming
to forget all about me, be crept to
ward what he supposed to be another
man. Suddenly, with a yell, he raised
the pistol and tired point blank at
bis Image In the glass. The mirror
was broken into a thousand pieces.
His back was turned to me, and In an
instant I sprang upon him and held
him till help arrived. I have always
thought that glass was the means of
saving my life.”
What She Recognised.
Teople like to be told what they al­
ready know, to hear about old friends
and old Interests. Absolutely new In
formation has nothing In the minil to
hitch to. This story from the “Mem­
oirs of a Child" Is an illustration:
Once, probably before the child’s
schooldays began, somebody took het
to a school commencement, and a gen­
tleman made a long, long address, to
which the child listened with respect­
ful attention. The general sound of
the words was familiar to her, and she
was hardly aware of the fact that she
did not at all understand.
But nil at once he said something
about a pink sash, and the child look­
ed around at the person who had
brought her and laughed delightedly.
She knew what a pink sash was, and
she knew he was saying that girls
liked to wear pink sashes. And, oh,
how refreshing it was! Then and there
the child decided that It was a very
nice sp«»ech.
Better Precedent.
The Punkvllle Debating society was
in regular session, and G. Watkins
Spurllng was maklnc an earnest plea
on the affirmative slue of the question,
“Resolved, That man’s every act Is the
result of a selfish motive.”
“I go further than that, Mr. Presi­
dent,” he said. "About three-fourths
of the things a man does la because
he's envious of what somebody else
does. The pin headed speaker that had
the floor last on the other side lied like
a pirate when he said”—
Here the president of the society
rapped on the desk.
“The gentleman must not use such
language as that,” be said.
“Why not?"
"Because it Isn’t parliamentary."
“It may not be parliamentary, Mr.
President,” vociferated G. Watkins
Spurllng, loosening Ills collar and roll­
ing up Ills sleeves, “but, by gum. It's
congressional ¡’’—Chicago Tribune.
Itnlen For the Sickroom.
Iu a sickroom open the door prompt­
ly without rattling the handle.
Walk In quietly, but do not take os­
tentatious care to glide In absolute si­
lence. Don’t pause and murmur in­
quiries to the nurse, but go straight to
the bed nnd speak in a clearly audible,
everyday tone to the patient.
Choose topics of Interest thnt will
entertain without being exciting, leav­
ing a few new Ideas with your Invalid
ns food for pleasant reflection after
.»our leave taking and making only a
I Hissing reference to the present mala­
dy.
Look ns fresh and pretty as the pow­
er Lu you lies, and thereby act as an
unconscious tonic to your friend. Avoid
any article of dress that Jingles or rus­
tles.
Haring risen to say goodby, go In­
stantly without lingering over last
word» or pouring forth exaggerated
condolences and hopes.
For some time astronomers have tried
to adapt the stereoscope to astronomy,
says Cosmos, Paris, and very satisfac­
tory relief photographs of the moon
have been obtained by taking views at
sufficiently long Intervals and utilizing
the slight swinging of the moon to and
fro in space. The moon appears tn ex­
aggerated relief.
A new rural free delivery route has
been opened from Sabbatus, Me., In
which the mall carrier enjoys the
.••I'.-jtizi experience of driving tutu four
towns and three counties In his circle
of twenty-five miles. The towns are
Webster, Bowdoln, Litchfield and
Wales, and the counties are Andros
coggin, Sagadahoc and Kennebec.
Vickers, Sons 4 Maxim have pro­
duced in the 2,000 ton Manxman the
fastest turbine driven merchant steam­
ship afloat. She completed a two days’
trial In the firth of Clyde, in which
she attniued a maximum speed of
twenty-three and a half knots, which is
about one and a half knots faster than
any turbine driven merchant vessel
yet constructed.
Mot Seeded.
HUGE STATUE OF StlDDHA
There Irt Me
ftnti
thins
1« Bright and Ckan end I nder Po­
li ee (outgo I IB the quarter Where
*<>«*««• I'*««*!«’ Lflee.
Nothing iu Ih-rllu so much impress«»*
uie as ltixdorf, th* Whitechapel of the
Gerutan cspft.il.
You know th«» east end of Loudon—
the stifling court*, th* grimy alleys, the
roaring tavern*, the tattered chlldreu.
the suffocating reek of frylug flsh uud
tlie groups of - gossiping slatterns at
every gloomy doorstep. Now let me
show bow another European city
bouses its worklug classes .Come with
me iuto the "slums" of Berlin.
From the center of the city, with its
splendid house's and Its ceaseless shops,
au electric Irani carries one swiftly to
ltixdorf, a district connected by every
possible means with every quarter of
the city, however fashionable or mng-
nlfleeut And when you reach it you
scarcely kuow that you have left the
fashionable and magnificent quarto s
at all, for on every side of you are s;>«
clous streets, with trees planted at t!.«■
curb, and on the other hand tall while
palaces rising up with solid dignity t >
ward a clear sky; huge houses, bright
and speckles*, with wide doorways,
many shining windows and iron railed
balconies, where creepers twine and
children play; splendid and u >l«!e
houses, such as you would look for
with difficulty in almost any quarter
of London. It is here that the work­
ing class«»* of Berlin live out their care­
ful, thrifty and laborious lives.
The Jerry builder does not exist In
Berlin. As soon as land falls vacant it
Is purchased by companies of recog­
nized repute, often by banking bous«»s,
aud only such streets are planned
which meet all tin» requirements of
sanitation anil art. The houses are
built, and the working classes enter
them, th«» well off renting the ground
nnd first floors, tin» poorer folk mount­
ing to th«» Hours above. From the door­
step to tlie fan light In the roof every­
thing is clean nnd orderly.
I have had tlie pleasure of entering
some of these Hats and talking to tlielr
owners. I found the interiors no whit
less pleasing than the magnificence of
the facades. Here, for instance, is the
home of a man who k«»eps a little
greengrocer’s shop in his front room.
On th«» walls are shelves bright with
polished china aud tin. A stove filled
with hot bricks diffuses a pleasant
warmth and shines in all its tiles with
the labors of the housewife. A table
spread with a neat cloth occupl«»s the
« enter of the room and Is set out with
tlie frugal tea of th«» little family. The
grandmother, with a warm shawl over
her shoulders, sits In a high backed
ehair beaming at her visitors. The
good housewife, radiantly clean, hangs
over the back of th«» chair, nodding a
sympathetic head at every twist of the
conversation. Big and burly, leaning
against the wall, with his cap In his
hand, Ills arms folded across bis deep
chest, is the master of the household—
an ex-seaman, with shining dark eyes,
black hair and a rail face.
The big boar hound which pulls the
vegetable cart th rough the streets
presses his full weight against the
legs of the English visitor and driv«»s
him slowly anti rcsolutely to the wall,
where he bolds him prisoner till the
master, laughing, nnd the housewife,
apologizing, call him off. We learn
from these g«xxl people that they have
tlielr hard tfm«»s nnd tlint It Is often
difficult to dress the children ns they
could wish, but neverthel«»ss they
never go short of food—no. no; that
does not hnppeti In Berlin. As for
work—why, life would be a poor thing
without It, and there Is usually an
hour or two in the evening when they
enn go nnd hear music at the cafe. Oh,
yes; they are comfortable enough, and
Berlin Is pretty good as cities go. But
the country—nh, that’s fine, that Is!
But everywhere, even In tills order­
ly quarter of the city, there Is evidence
of what the Berliners hate and resent
more than anything else—“the control.”
“Look!” said my guide, a working­
man, as we mounteil the stairs of one
of these RIxdorf palaces. Ills hand
polnt«»d to a door on the first floor, and
I saw to my amazement that It was a
police office. "Yes,” he Bald bitterly,
“they live with us; even In onr hous«»*!
The control: always the control!” I
asktsl to be allowisl to enter, and. hav­
ing a magic name on my lips as an In­
troduction, I was permltteil to Inspect
the place. The police greeted me in a
pleasant fashion, taking their cigars
from their mouths and pausing In their
games to give me Information. As we
passed out and stood for n moment
looking at the photographs and descrip
tions of missing citizens on the wall I
told my guide that the police seemed
to me agreeable enough.
“They are all right,” he said, “but
they are only the strings. The people
who pull the strings ah, those are the
devils! You should see them! Oh, my
heavens, you should!”
But I saw no brutalizing evidence of
the control in my wanderings. I en­
tered little beer ljot’«e* '»rafortfble
plac«»s. with tables and chairs and mu­
sic going chrcrfully through the even
Ing, and saw no check upon the enjoy­
ment of the people. They have their
beer
In Rixdorf, tiiVlr music
halls and tlielr places for lectures and
Socialist meetings. They walk through
tLe broad streets and pay calls at each
other's bouses and crowd to the Tem-
plehofei feld to s«»e the great military
review* It seemed to me that they
are In happy circumstances.
Now. I saw during all my wander­
ings through RIxdorf one half drunken
man, but never did I see a drunken
woman. I am told that drunkenness
among the women 1s unknown.—Har­
old Blgble In London Mall.
NamiMoth Hr<-ll«il«i* Flsor* *■
Kauluu. Burma.
To the easts» traveler the statue ol
Buddha is a fuiuiliar sight. Frou
Colombo, in Ceylon, to Kobe, lu Japan
be is everywhere gre«»t«»<l by tlie sam«
calm, impassive uml mysterious fu<-<
of the eastern preceptor of ¡H»rfeetiou
Blit In no city In the orient do th«
form and face of Buddha ciiustitut«
so frequent *r so essential a part *f th«
city's decoration as lu.Raiiguu. Bur
ma, startlug place of Mr. Kipling'»
famous “Road to Mandalay.” th«
stronghold of Buddhists. Notabl«
even among the euuntltvs statues ol
Ranguu Is the mammoth Buddha, rep
reseiitlug the strange teacher not
standing or sitting crosslegg«sl, as li>
the majority of statues, but reclining
on a huge raised couch, his might)
form stretched out for 200 feet, whll<
his shoulders rival the width of that
wonder of th«» ancient world, the t'ol«M
bus of Rhtxles, their titanic breadth
reaching fifty feet.
But one among the wonders of Ran
gun, this mighty figure rests near the
famous Shouy Dagon, the center of the
Burmese» Buddhist world, crowmsl by
the golden pagoda, which rises 300 f«»et
above» it, Its walls covered with pure
gol«L the» gift of a prlpce who contrib­
uted his w«»lght In gold to the pagoda.
In the Shoay Dagon there are countless
other statues of Buddha, as well as
relics of Gautama, the last Buddha.
All, esiually with the huge reclining
Buddha, form a part of the religious
rites of the Buddhists, for th«» es
settee of Buddhism «insists In the
struggle to l>«»cotne like Buddha, to at­
tain his perfection by obedience to Ills
prwepts. To do this it Is nts'essary ill-
ways to have Buddha In mind, anil it
Is for this reason that every city In the
Buddhist world Is literally crowd«*!
with Ills Images. Buddha himself is
not deified. Potentially every Bud­
dhist may attain his perfection, but
only by the eternal Imitation of bls
practice.
But. while statues such as Rangun's
huge colossus are Important In Bud­
dhist worship, of even more Importance
are the relics of Buddha.
It was about the Hhoay Dagon that
the Burmese made their last fierce tight
when the British came to Rangun. A
Venetian traveler of 300 years ago vis­
iting the Shoay Dagon has left a de­
scription of tilts famous temple, con­
ceding Its claim to rivalry with his
own Venl«*», that would serve ns a con­
temporaneous description, and today,
as 11 untold centuries past, the Bur
mese still bring their offerings of flow­
ers and fruit, candles nnd paper flags,
to lay before the huge reclining Bud­
dha, whos«» hands would afford com­
fortable standing room for four of the
worshipers and whose gigantic face
w«mrs the strange, Inscrutable expres­
sion of calm which Is the outward
mark of spiritual Btiildliism. — New
York Tribune.
The Turkey’« Real Name.
The original name of the turkey was
ooco«x'oo, by which It was known by
the native Cherokee Indians. It Is sup­
posed that our pilgrim fathers, roam­
ing through the woods In search of
game for tlielr first Thanksgiving
spread, heard the oocoocoo calling In
the familiar tones of our domesticated
fowl, "Turk, turk, turk.” Th«»se first
Yankee huntsmen, mistaking this
frightened cry of the bird for its real
song. Immediately labeled It “turkey,”
and turkey it Is to this day. Much
more beautiful and musical was the
Indian name oocoocoo, the notes pe
collar to the flock when sunning them­
selves In perfect content on the river
beaches.—Sunset Magazine.
He Told the Truth.
An Irish gentleman bad a splendid
looking cow. but she kicked so much
that It took a very long time and It
was almost Impossible to milk her, so
be sent her to a fair to be sold nnd told
his herdsman to be sure not to sell her
without letting the buyer know her
faults. He brought home a large price
which he had got for it Ills master
was surprised and said. "Are you sure
you told all about her?” "B«'dad, I did.
sir,” said the herdsman. "He asked me
whether she was a good milker. ’B«»-
gorra, sir,’ says I, ‘it’s you'd be tired
milking her.'"Seventy Years of
Irish Life."
The Dru*on Tree.
THE MOOD OF MIGHT.
•—-—
There le n Peeollnr ISetrncy In S*lle<
■ •
O we P om er.
Afkle vemeiit Is l«»»s a matter of natu*
ral ability and ext«»rnal eircutnstanee
than of the habitual mental attitude.
Suecetm, happlnees and accomplishment
of all kinds are ls>rn of« confidence,
buoyancy and faith. DIsedBtent, self
distrust and hesitancy are all cankers,
eating into every part of life and de­
stroying force and perfect I«» at every
point
There is a peculiar potency in belief
In one’s own power. This n«»ed have
no element of egotism In it, only a
steadfast trust in onest»lf. Yet eve*
childish self conceit Is better than
weak depreciation of self and the pal-
sled muscle «»-suiting. To believe In
one’s own sinx-ese, to think and act al­
ways with confldent assurance that. It
la possible to do anytblug and all things
that oue desires to do—such an attitude
buoys up the spirit, sends the currents
of energy and skill pulsing through the
body and mnkm the maximum of ac­
complishment possible.
There Is nothing of this nature that
will make hard work unnecessary. But
bard work, vlvlfliai by the electric cur-’
rent of faith and triumphant confi­
dence, will be multiplied In effect as
If by magic. The human mechanism
In all Its Intricacies and potencies Is
operated by a mental and spiritual dy­
namo the essence of which is faith, con­
fidence and love. Why let life be op­
erated at the minimum when delib­
erate, persistent effort can awaken the
forces which will make each one the
full man or woman he or she was
meant to be?—Rocky Mountain News.
THE CRIMINAL SQUIRREL.
He 1« a Thief and a Murderer and a
Forest Destroyer.
I wish to take away for all time the
character of the squirrel. He Is a
thief and a murderer. Adtuire«l by Ig­
norant city people and by Journalists,
he devotes Ills life to eating the egg*
and killing the young of hartnl«»ss and
useful birds, which. If permitted to
live and Increase, would protect the
forests from harmful Insects. By kill­
ing these birds the squirrel takes rank
as a forest destroyer. Moreover, the
rcl squirrel Is not the only sinner. In
my opinion the gray is almost, If not
quite, as bad.
I have kllltsl many squirrels caught
In the act of eating eggs of young
birds. Any bird that selects a nesting
place which Is also adapted to the UBe
of squirrels Is almost certain to be
ejected. When a forest has been de­
stroyed by tires, lumbermen or Insects,
It Is almost Impossible for natural re­
foresting to take place if squirrels are
abundant in an adjoining tract, because
they eat the seeds. Fifty se«»ds per
bead each day would be a low esti­
mate. Yet even this would make 18,-
250 In a year. And seeds are not th«
only thing. In winter the ground Is
often strewn with twigs that have been
stripped of buds by squirrels. The
trees attacked are generally sltuat«*!
at the border of a dense forest and
would, If left alone, yield the greatest
seed crop. A single squirrel thus de­
stroys In one day thousands of seeds In
the germ. In Montana I have seen
the grays rob birds’ nest*.—Country
Life In America.
Bee Hunting In Adirondack a.
There is a charm about bee bunting
peculiar to this particular spot, nnd It
can be enjoyed wherever bees locate.
There were flowers about the camp,
over which we had often noticeil hon­
eybees hovering, and the guide said he
had been watching their maneuvers
and It was about time to give them a
chase. Our outfit was very simple, con­
sisting of a box about four Inches
square, divided into two parts by an
ordinary slide, the lower compartment
containing a piece of bread or honey­
comb saturated with a sirup ntnde of
sugar and water boiled. The slide was
pushed into place and the decoy was
ready for the bee family. It is easy
to trap a boneyb«*» if one only knows
how.—Leslie’s Weekly.
A Thou*htful Empress.
One evening Catherine II. of Russia
had dined in one town and was to re­
turn to her palace in another some
miles distant. These journeys were
made with much ceremony and mag­
nificence. The great aleighs were ready
to start for home. Catherine sat alone
In the Imperial sleigh. She Inquired if
the drivers nnd the footmen had had
dinner. Receiving a negative reply, she
at once left her sleigh. “They have an
much n«»ed of dinner as we," she said
to her party. And she waited patiently
until the servants bad dined.
The dragon tree (Dracaena draco),
which yields the astringent gum resin
calle«l dragon's blood. Is an old settler
of the Canary Islands. A veritable co
lossus of this family once grew tn the
town of Orotava, Tenerife, which was
eighty feet In circumference at the
base, hollow Inside, with a staircase
for visitors to ascend to the branch­
Not Precipitate.
ing top of the trunk. Humboldt re­
Cholly—It was the first time I’d met
mark* that It* antiquity must have
been greater than that of the pyra­ Crabbe, mind you, and he actually call­
ed me a fool. Hadn't been talking to
mid*. This giant went down in a hurri­
him ten minutes, don't you know. What
cane In 1R07.
sort of fellsh Is be, nnyway? Miss I'ep-
At a achool Inspection some of the prey—Well, he’s awfully slow, for one
boy* found • difficulty In the correi t thing.—Catholic Standard and Times.
placing of the letters ‘T’ and “e” in
THINKING TO DEATH.
such words as "believe," “rerelve,” etc.,
when the Inspector said blandly, “My Melanrholy Broodin* Thnt 1. Worn«
boys, I will give you an infallible rule,
Than IMaeen*.
one 1 Invariably use myseif.
Hie
Thousands of people actually think
pupils were all attention, and even the themselv«»s to death every year by al­
master pricked up bls ears. The In­ lowing their minds to dwell on morbid
spector continued: “It Is simply this subjects.
Write, th' ’’’ B,,<1 ‘*>’
tllke and
The idea that vue Lus some incipient
put tlie dot In the middle over them.”— disease In one's system, the thought of
London Telegraph.
financial ruin, that one Is getting on tn
life without Improving prospects -any
ladlreet Action.
of these or a thousand similar thoughts
nix—Did that trip to Europe relieve may carry a healthy man to a prema­
your mind of your family troubles? ture grave. A melancholy thought that
Dlx-Indirectly, yes; it emptied my fixes itself upon one's mind needs ns
¡Kicketbook so *ucc***fully that 1 was much doctoring as physical disease. It
obliged to take my mind off my family needs to be eradicated from the mind
for awhile to replenish it —Detroit or It will have just the same result as
Free Press.
• neglected disease would have.
Every melancholy thought, every
On the rnllninn.
morbid action and every nagging wor­
“Let's get out at the next station and ry should be resisted to the utmost,
stretch our legs.”
and the patient should be protected by
“Oh. leave that to the porter.”— Cleve­ cheerful thoughts, of which there Is a
land Trader.
bountiful store In every one's posses
slon. Bright companions are cheaper
Shinin* In Society.
than drugs and plaster*.
Jim—Scraggs Is shining In society.
The morbid condition of mind pro­
Jam—So? Jim—Yes; private bootblack duces a morbid condition of body, and
for the Goulderbllt».—Princeton Tiger. If the disease does happen to be In the
syst«»m It rec«»lves every encouragement
A little sorrow may teach more than to develop. We n«»ed more mental
many sermons. Chicago Tribune.
therapy.—Suggestions.
"Do you favor the whipping post for
Need Never Re*eoaeh Himaelf.
wife benters?”
“What word did her father send aft­
"No,” answered the woman who has er he had found out about your elope
been several times married. “The flat­ ment?"
iron or the stove lifter is good enough
”0h, he wrote me • very kind letter,
for me.”—Washington Star.
saying he was glad we’d taken that
course, as It relieved him of the ne­
Oat.
cessity of giving his consent and hav­
“He's out a good deal nights. Isn’t ing It on bis mind all the re*t of bls
he?” “He was last night. I won a life.’’—Chicago Record-Herald.
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hundred from him.”—Cleveland Plain
■►yond Reanx.
Dealer^
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There be two Individuals wRo cannot
The better-a man la the less ready
Happiness and misery are two ex
True diplomacy Is to get all you can be reasoned with—a girl In love and a
with a# much courtqjy as you can.— ma* who Is determined to run for an he is to suspect dishonesty In others.— tretn«»s, the utmost txffinils whereof W*
Cicero.
.
know not. - Locke
Rev. Boyd Carpenter.
office New Orleans Picayune.