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BANDON RECORDER •rer, ji » merf-sti. •Uifting «rd rest- as wo are." .»er !«♦ .quite at home ------ *—•— in « holt«« hired, or borrow*!, for a limit*? time. !? ls< the extra bay window that a»* put on ourselves, and th« “elium tree in the front yard that father planted. f BANDON............ >•«* OM6ON Everything will be made of cemeut and by. Perhaps the only sure way to beat a tax on Inheritance« will be not to die. Save your old wastebasket«. A lit tle trimming will convert them Into fashionable spring hat». Even classic Boston butts into the municipal corruption processlou with a million dollar graft case. Mr. Binns, the wireless hero, was fittingly given a ride in a horseless carriage when lie reached home. There Is a post office in Nebraska named Tonic, but it is not believed that the postmaster took the office fbt his health. English women are in prison for at tempting to see Premier Asquith. Judg tng by bls pictures he Is not much of a sight, either. The Treasury Department is to change the pictures on the greenbacks. Most of us will continue to have the same designs on them, however. Princes George and Alexander of Bervla have traded names, but the peo ple of Servia are busy hoping each may have retained his own character. No matter how high prices of bricks may be boosted by a combine of manu facturers, it is not probable that the practice of throwing them will be ren dered less popular. A Missouri Judge decides that when a man merely does the chores around the house he Is not working. That will hold some men for a while who think they are models of Industry. Prominent citizens who are figuring on taking luncheon with the new Presi dent will learn with deep regret that Mr. Taft takes only an apple for lunch, and does not leave any core. A well-to-do merchant of New Cas tie, Pa., wrote a scathing letter to his wife and she committed suicide. When he heard of It, he collapsed and was taken to a hospital. How much nicer kindness and forliearing are! What is heroism, after all, but doing in exceptional circumstances what would be plain duty tn ordinary cir cumstances? It is the one who habitu ally does the second that fills thf bill when given a chance at the first. A young woman In New York eloped with a gentleman and was greatly sur prised to find that she had become fhe stepmother of nine children by that act. Therefore she deserted her ne^>' husband. Is there no romance pos sible for a widower with children? While he was on ills way home from a bull fight recently King Alfonso of Spain stopped for the purpose of lay ing tile corner stone of a free soup kitchen for th*» poor. He was prob ably actuated by a desire that there ahould be a fitting disposition of the remains of the bulls killed In th? ring. Mother Shipton’s alleged prophecy, so long regarded as the most wonder ful prediction ever uttered until it was proved to have been a "fake," failed to provide for the automobile, although she did foretell the steam lo comotive. But the automobillst’s case was anticipated many centuries before. See Nahum, chapter 2. verse 4 : “The chariots shall rage in the streets; they shall Jostle one against another In the broad ways; they shall seem like torches; they shall run like the light nings.” “Passengers riding on the pintforms do so at their own risk." according to the rule of almost nil street railways, and the statement 1» by’ no means a mere form of words. A Boston lad Stepped from a car in order that two women might alight. As he boarded it again the car started suddenly, and he was injured. He sued the company and got a verdict, but the Supreme Court of Massachusetts has set it aside on the ground that "by volunta rily becoming a passenger on a car so crowded that he could not get inside, he took the risks incident to transpor tation under these cfrrumstances.” It seems hard that an act of courtesy should lead to misfortune, and that this in turn ahould be met with a "served you rightbut such warn ings are meant to discourage not the practice of courtesy, but the assump tion of unnecessary risks. President Taft, according to the omniscient newspapers. Is helping Mrs. Taft to make the White House n home. The idea Is that these good Americans are going to try to live In the White House ns they would If it were their private property, to relegate business to the executive office buildings, to di minish the ceremonious trappings of high position, and make their friends feel "at home,” There are difficulties In the way. A public official, no mat ter where lie Ilves, must resign himself to having his parlor turned Into a con ference-room One of (he most retir ing of distinguished .tnyeriean women rwently complained that her house a ¿mbits* Institutioa Mura- The British chancellor of the ex chequer la said to be working sixteen hours a day to contrive ways and means to meet an estimated deficit of sixty five million dollars lu his coming budget. Among the means under con sideration are Increased license duties, income tax and land tax. Doubtless tile new secretary of the American treasury has a fellow feeling with Mr. Lloyd George, though lie lias no re sponsibility for raising revenue to meet the deficiency. That is the business of congress. On both sides of the ocean there seems to lie tnore thought #of raising new revenue than of reducing expenditures. Over there they attrib ute tlie deficit to old age pensions, which will require nearly forty-five million dollars, though the responsibili ty might well lie shared with increased army and navy requirements. Here we might in the same spirit charge the coining deficit to Civil War pensions, which require more than the largest estimate made of It. We cannot pre tend, two generations after the end of tlie war, that these are anything than a special form of old age pensions. Nevertheless we think that tlie A inert can people would disband the army and hang up tlie navy liefore they would allow the pension list to bt touched. Whether we admit it or not. every form of public pensions or othei care for the old or poor or helpless 1» a rcognitlon of the obligation of mod ern civilization to take charge of the poot it makes. Orphanages and homes fot the aged and hospitals as well as alms houses express the sense of this obli gation on the part of private founders ns well ns the state. The Industrial civilization by which alone increasing millions can be maintained on th« earth’s surface produces inevitably ex tremes of riches and poverty. Priva tion and suffering Intolerant to mod ern humanity can be prevented only bj some form of distribution of the excess among the deficient. They who cry out most loudly against the heresies of Socialism recognize tills necessity In other ways. BASKET IS PUZZLE TO TRAFFIC MEN. So I. hi - rc I hllt H < nr Which W 111 Hold It linn Not Vet llei-o Pound« Tlie traffic officials of the North western Pacific are much perplexed over a basket they have l>een request ed to receive for shipment from Utah to Brooklyn, N. Y. It is said to be tho largest basket In the world, and this must be true, for there Is some doubt whether It will pass through the tunnels of the Sierras. The basket Is of Indian manufac ture and was designed as a storehouse for grain. It is shaped like the usual bushel measure, is mounted on poles to make it Inaccessible to rodents and has a huge basket work cover. It Is wider than the door of tin ordinary box car. yet it could not be shipp'd on a fiat car, as it would be liable to destruction from the sparks of a locomotive. The contrivance was purchased from the Indians by Dr. J. W. Hudson, hf Ukiah, and by him sold to the Brook lyn Institute of Arts and Sciences, to be installed in its museum. The doc tor paid only $25 for the basket, but it Is likely to be worth a fortune be fore It reaches the Atlantic coast. Taking it for granted that the has ket can be moved at all by rail, the tariff officials are searching the clas sitlcation sheets to determine under what rate the shipment would move. Some claim the basket Is merely u basket, while others contend that ft would move under the classification that Includes "parts of grain eleva tors." Traffic Manager Geary is of tlie opinion that the thing is a corn crib and should be so billed. In any event, it Is too large to get in an ordinary ls>x car and must, therefore, take a minimum weight of 5,000 ¡founds, nithough it weighs only 200 pounds. Under this Interpretation of the tariff it could cost $175 to move the granary to Brooklyn San Fran cisco Chronicle. THE “BELL" OF 1909. Louisville Time«. At the DeNRert Interval. Parson Prater tat dinner)—At this season there is no teaching of the scriptures that Is more timely than the sentiment, "The Lord loveth a cheer ful given." The Parson’s Prodigy—riease pass me another piece of pie, pop.—Boston Courier. The family with a lAyear-old boy in tlie house has no earthly use for a thirty six volume encyclopedia. If you look for pineapples on a pins tree year search will be fruitless THE IDEAL LABOR UNION. By Chancellor Day of Syracuse University. There might be a union of great help to its membership and to business, I believe in la- bor organizations as I believe in corporations, But let it be a union upon principles of mutual benefit and helpfulness both to the laborer and to tlie manufacturer, both to the work- ingnian and to the contractor. Let it be for the purpose of securing to the employer the greatest proficiency, Insisting upon only skilled mechanics for mechanics’ pay. Let it consider the interests of tlie business and how to serve them. Let it compel its wage, not by excluding those who choose to work for less or to work when the union men will not work, but by furnishing tlie highest type of man and workman, so that business men will say: "If you want the most skilled and reliable mechanic or laborer, you must get them from the union. They will have no one in the union but a first-class man.” Ix»t the union have clubrooms, and discuss thrift and temperance and home sanitation and ways and means of getting the home and furnishing It with books and periodicals for mental improvement, and spend some of the time in amusements and healthy games now spent in the saloons. Let the energy now being put into opposi tion to capital be used in self-improvement and furnish Ing a higher class of mechanic. / TRAINING THE FACULTIES FOR SUCCESS. By John .4. Howland. Concentration of mind in harmonious rela tion witli bodily activity is tlie greatest active force in civilization. There are human activi ties which are effective without concentration in tlie mind, but somewhere in the harnessing of this force some broad scheme has been evolved without which this aimless force in the individual would be wasted. Concentra tion of mind is not a faculty; It is an acquired ability to command the faculties of mind and of body, and for the best results this acquirement must insure a harmonious relation between brain and brawn. Advice to a man, "You must concentrate yourself In your work,” is about as ineffective as to suggest to him that he grow four indies taller than he is. If he has come to maturity without learning concentration, he is not likely ever to appreciate tlie need sufficiently to undergo the training necessary to get it. Concentration of the faculties not only Is a safeguard against errors, but it is an assurance that when a move has been considered and determined upon the move will have all effectiveness and accomplish the maximum in re sults. 'There is no work in life where tills attentiveness does not render assurance to the worker and to every one Interested In that work. This concentration is a visible evidence of dependableness in tlie man. It is evidence of the quality of brain which the worker pos sesses. It reflects the faculties which education and ex perience have developed harmoniously. Without this ¡lower of concentration every one of these faculties must prove a poor, broken reed instead of a lever that might move a world., ENJOY BEAUTY WITHOUT ANALYZING IT. By (i. Santay ana. To feel beauty is a better thing than to un derstand how we come to feel it. To have im agination and taste, to love the best, to be car ried by the contemplation of nature to a vivid faith in the ideal, all this Is more, a great deal more, than any science can hope to be. When a man tells you that beauty is the manifestation of God to the senses you wish you might understand him. Yet reflection might have shown you that the word of the Muster was but the vague expression of Ills highly complex emotions. It is one of the attributes of God, one of the perfections which we contemplate in our ideas of him, that there Is no oi>position in His will and His vision between the Impulses of Ills nature and tho events of His life. This is what we commonly designate as omnipotence and cre- atlon. In the contemplation of beauty our faculties of percep tion have the same perfection; it is, indeed, from the ex perience of beauty and happiness, from the occasional harmony between our nature and our environment that we draw our conception of the Divine life. There is, then, a real propriety in calling beauty a manifestation of God to the senses, since. In the region of sense, the perception of beauty exemplifies that adequacy and per fection which in geueral we objectify in an ideal of God. PEOPLE. NOT THE BOSSES, RULE. By (iov. Hughes of New York. You may say all you please of the cunning of political maneuvering and of the resources of chicanery. All schemes will prove as child’s play if the people set out to deal with a real issue of popular govern ment and the supremacy of the con stitution of this State over race track gamblers. It is well that there should be organization to advance party principles. It is well that it should be effective; vigorous and skillful leadership Is required. But it is the duty of an elected officer to serve the people and not any par GOV. HUGHES ticular man, and no party leader has a right to assume the role of dictator, or so to vlo- late tlie manhood of elected officials as to parade them be fore tlie people as subject to his domination. dearest girl in the world and bring her witli me to Cloverdale. But, of course, It will rest with her whether Oh, to be a cricket. I shall accept the call or not—that Is That's the thing! a woman’s prerogative, Isn't it? How To scurry in the grass ever, lot us see you in Brookwood And to have one’s fling! whenever ft suits your convenience to And it’s oh, to be a cricket In the warm thistle-thicket come, etc.” Where the sun-winds pass, Viola folded up the closely written Winds awing. sheets and returned them to the envel And the bumble-bees hang humming. ope. Then she opened young Vandiv Hum and swing, er's letter with mechanical fingers and And the honey-drops are coming! glanced wearily at his twenty-fifth dec It's to be a summer rover. laration of love, accompanied by an Im That can see a sweet and pick it passioned ¡ilea to marry him and sail With the sting! for Europe in June, whither he was go Never mind the sting! ing to complete his course gt Heidel And it’s oh to be a cricket In the clover! berg. Go abroad—away from it all — A gay summer rover show him tlpit she had not given her In the warm thistle-thicket. love unmasked, and that • • • Where the honey-drops are coming, She flung back her head with a quick Where the Iminhle-bees hang humming— accession of pride, and excitement That's the thing ! a smile to her lips, a glow to her eyes. She would do It; yes, she would ac cept Eustace Vandiver and go with him to the ends of the earth if need be— anywhere away from tills. THE CRICKET. II. Viola met the postman at the front door. He gave her two letters; one was addressed in Diana Colvert s ab surdly angular hand, and was bulky, with a fortnight’s accumulated effus ion; the other bore her name in the familiar callgraphy of Eustace Van diver, who had proposed to her quarter ly for half a dozen years. She went out and sat down on the veranda steps and broke the seal of the first one with eager fingers; Di ana’s letters were Interesting, if rather voluminous. She consumed tho first eight pages avidly, then suddenly the sheets fell from her bands and fluttered to the ground. The roses, the hollyhocks. the snapdragons, the violets and Jessamine, nodding ami drooping in the sun-warmed air, melt ed swiftly into a hideous rainbow of Impossible color, the matutinal chirp ing of the birds grew harsh and mock ing, the blue of tlie sky turned black. At last she stooped and gathered the letter into her trembling hands and went on with her reading. The minister, their minister, going to be married and move to Cloverdale! Billy Colvert, Diana's brother, had had a letter from him, no there could be no mistake about it. And she—what a little simpleton she had been to waste her affections on someone who was go ing to wed another girl. Surely. In their Intimate relations of the last year be must have guessed her morti fying secret; probably he wns taking this very step to get clear of her. Burn ing tears sprang to Viola’s eyes and dripped over her throbbing cheeks. But she dastied them away in fierce •elf-scorn, and read on to the end. her lips compressed, the blood scorching her temples. There were hla exact words, quoted from Billy’s letter: “I am seriously considering making a change In my r«std»m<-s. 1 hope soon to marry the She went to her room and sat down at her desk, but something seemed to dull her brain and numb iter hands; she could not write a syllable. In despair she took her portfolio under her arm and returned to the veranda; the shade of tlie orchard beyond entic ed her and she ran down the steps and HE GAVE HER TWO LETTERS. i>ast the flower beds to the gate on the otiier side. Entering, she sought her favorite retreat in the fork of a gnarl ed old apple tree. A lazy breeze was blowing, stirring the leaves about iter with a vague, musical rustle, and cooling the hot blood in her cheeks. She took up her pen and selected a sheet of note paper. A twig cracked sharply, and she sat up alert. The paper slipped from her fingers. "Did I startle you?" Inquired a deep voice under the apple tree. "Not the least," sold she, disusing herself with studied primness against the knotted limb nt her back. The minister vaulted the lower limb easily anil picked out a comfortable seat opposite, tossing his lint on a net work of branches. Viola regarded hltn first with cold- pess. then with nssumed Indifference, finally with u friendly stull« that was the hardest thing she had ever ac complished In her twenty-one years. But he must never, never guess—unless he had already done so. And if he had she must set to work to prove to him that lie wns altogether wrong! "Viola," he began in his straightfor ward way, “I've come to you with a confession. I hope you are not going to—to disapprove?” For a second the girl said nothing. He looked rather young for his age. she thought. He must be at least 38, but his black hair was full of waves, his eyes bright and clear, his face rud dy with health. "I’m considering a somewhat impor tant step,” he went on musingly, his glance sweeping the sky, the ground, and settling nt last upon her slightly flushed face, “and I want your—your advice.” "Mine?" she queried, a tiny furrow wrinkling the bridge of her nose. She crossed her hands at the back of her head and stared past him nt the rows of npple trees in the distance. The minister regarded her solemnly for a moment, opening his lips twice to speak, then closing them ngain uncer tainly. A shadow drifted across ills good-looking face. "Perhaps,” he sug gested with a downward Inflection, "tlie affair does not interest you?” Viola could not suppress a smile at the lugubrious countenance before her, and steadying her breath, she gazed straight into the minister’s eyes. But only for a flush. Something in them tlint she could not altogether make out caused her to turn her head with a swift heartbeat. “Of course, it Interests me,” she said with a rush of enthusiasm, recollecting her role, "I thought you were sure of that—always.” He straightened himself then, and with a gesture of determination broke precipitately into the subject. "It’s about some one I love,” he said, speak Ing rapidly, "someone, I want to be my wife.” Viola colored furiously; the leaves all about her quivered gently. But she pulled herself together and said in a very matter-of fact tone: "You want my advice about her? Well, then you will have to tell me something about her; her disposition, her hair, her eyes -everything, you know.” The minister contemplated her with a fatuous expression. "Why—as to her disposition,” he re plied earnestly, “that Is all that could lie desired—perfect Her eyes,” he scrutinized her with surreptitious anx iety, “her eyes are splendidly, wond ronsly brown—” lie paused. Viola listened movelessly. "Her hair is brown, too—and—most beautiful.” A queer silence followed bls words. When Viola looked up she was pale, but valiant, and ahe seemed all at once thousands of miles away. "She must be very, very lovely— this girl,” ahe said, dreamily. “Do I know her?” The minister looked somenbat in scrutable as be mads replyi am mg stir,- perh.ii • you dv not • She returned hie ga.. «itti absent eye«. > "Well?” he prompted wilt» an enig matic smile. . ’’Well. 1 really don’t see what I'm to tell you except that I’m delighted to know you are so so happy and that— that—” she lilt her li|>s, "to congratu late you and------” “But it is not time for congratula tions,” lie inter|H>sed thoughtfully, "you don't understand.” "No,” said she, shaking her head. "No. I’m afraid I do not.” "It's this way,” he pursued eagerly, bending near to her, "I've been called to Cloverdale. I don't want to go with out first finding out whether she will go with me.” He reddened and broke off, keeping bis bands kicked to the limbs on which they were resting. "The only thing,” remarked Viola with sage eyes and a sinking heart, "is to tell her that truth and get it over quick.” She caught her breath. "May be you have told her?" she suggested tentatively. "Not Just ns I should like to.” “Then you will, nt once? But your fnte to the test, ns they say in tire some love stories.” "Do you consider them tiresome?” “Other people’s.” "Then we’ll not waste any more time discussing other people's." He bent farther, till his warm breath fanned the loose gold about her temples. “Viola,” he said, "I love you. Will you be my wife?” “Oh,” she said, “I don't------” “You don’t love me!” with swiftly clouding eyes. Viola met Ills look with n wonderful little smile breaking through the shad ows of her face, "But—but my hair Isn't brown nt nil,” she said bewllder- Ingly, "and my eyes are unmistakably blue.” "And mine,” laughed he, with his arms about her, "are color blind. Sliall I go to Cloverdale?” “We mustn't think of it," she said.— New Orleans Times Democrat. REFUSES TO GO TO CIRCUS. Farmer Tell« Why Excitement Too Coatly for Him. 1« In riding along tlie highway I no ticed that all the barns were covered with circus pictures and by and by, when I came along to where an old farmer was cutting weeds outside his gate, I asked: “Well, uncle, I suppose you will g. to the circus next week?" "I couldn’t do It,” he solemnly re plied, accompanied by several shakes of his head. "Are you afraid that the elephants will break loose?” "No. I'm nfrald of myself.” "As to how?” "Last fall," he said, ns he straight ened up to lean on the hoe handle. “I went cooning one night In that corn field over there. The dog routed out a coon and the pesky varmint headed for a tree that stood where you see that stump. I had Just finished building a $400 barn where you see that mess of timlH'is and bonrds. The dog follered the coon and I follered the dog. It was a big. fat coon and ills pelt was wuth all of 40 cents.” "I see,” said I, ns he made n long pause. "I never knew that I was an ex citable man before, but they say they heard mo holler two miles away. I meant to have that varmint. When he treed I ran for the ax. Tlie old wom an came out and yelled nt me, but I chopped and whooped and whooped and chopi»e<l. and then the tree come crash in’ down It smashed the barn ns flat ns a door nail mid the coon got away. Am I goln' to the circus? Wall, I guess not! I'm going to root up weeds and hoe In the garden mid lx* tho quietest man In this hull state for tho next yeat to come!"—Baltimore American. Sly olil ('«»ininodore, "When Commodore Vanderbilt wna alive,” says a New York Central offi cial, “the board of directors of the New York Central us<sl to find their work all cut out for them when they met. Al! they had to do was to ratify ids plans mid adjourn. Yet they had their uses. Occasionally a man would come to him with some scheme which he did not cure to refuse outright. "‘My directors are a difficult l»ody of men to handle,' he would say. ’I'll submit It to 'em, but I warn you that they are hard to manage.’ "The matter would l»e submitted to the board when It assembled and promptly rejected. "‘There.’ the commodore would say when his visitor came to learn the re sult. ‘I did the best I could, but I told you in advance tlmt my director» were an obstinate lot.” Cool. "Edith!” the old gentleman bawled from the head of the stairs, "You Just ask your young man if lie doesn’t think It's near bedtime.” "Very well, pa," replied the dear girl in the parlor; then, after a pause, "Jack says yes, If you're sleepy, go on to bed, by all means.”—Philadelphia Press. An Unenihu.ln.tlc Iluat. "Did you invite Mr. Bllgglns to out house party?" naked Mr. Cumrox. "Yes,” answered Mrs. Cumrox. "Pm afraid he considers house parties stupid. He sent Ills regrets.” "He shows sense. I have a mind to send him my congratulations.”—Wash ington Star. Very few people reach forty wlthoqt wlstilng they had been more careful with their bvaiUi.