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    GAZETTE.
CORVALLIS
SEMI-WEEKLY.
SEKi5?&rS i Consolidated Feb., 1899.
CORVALiLIS, BENTON COUNTY, OREGON, TUESDAY, JUNE 2, 1900.
VOL. I. NO. 9.
LOAFING ON A SUMMER DAY.
4?he lazy boy sprawled on his back and
squinted at the sky.
Wishing he were the long-winged bird
that slantwise sailed on high;
For day was lapsing swiftly, half way
from dawn to noon,
And the breeze it sang, "O, lazy boy,
what makes you tired so soon?"
But the lazy boy was silent, and he
slowly chewed a straw,
Vaguely mindful of the thrush that whis
tled in the haw,
And half aware of the bleating sheep and
of the browsing kine
Far scattered over slumbering hills to
the horizon line.
Happy, happy was the boy a-dreaming
sweet and long,
Fanned by the breeze that tossed the
haw and raffed the thrush's song;
For the whole glad day he had to loaf,
he and himself together,
While all the mouths of nature blew the
flutes of fairy weather.
The year's great treadmill round was
done, its drudgery ended well.
And now the sunny holiday had caught
him in its spell.
So that he longed, a lazy lout, up-squinting
at the sky,
And wished he was the long-winged bird
that slantwise sailed on high.
It's good to work and good to win the
wages of the strong;
Sweet is the hum of labor's hire, and
sweet the workman's song;
But once a year a lad must loaf, and
dream, and chew a straw,
And wish he were a falcon, free, or a
catbird, in the haw!
Independent.
: :
Cupid with a Jimmy J
HEN John Trumbull fell in
love with vivacious and
sprightly Gertrude Moore no
one would ever have suspected that he
was a scholar, a thinker and a settled
man of 40. His general actions were
those of a youth of 18 undergoing his
first case of love. The upshot of it
was that when these two became en
gaged Miss Moore pulled Mr. Trumbull
around by his philosophical nose and
made him dance to her fiddling as suit
ed her capricious and changing moods.
Matrimony found the same condition
of affairs. Every domestic question
was settled by Mrs. Trumbull, no mat
ter whether it was the choice of an
apartment or the selection of a new
coffee grinder. Mr. Trumbull, being
still in a state of blinding affection and
admiration for the little girl of 20
whom he had wooed arid won, let her
have her way, with the result that he
was being henpecked to the queen's
taste.
But as the years went by, as the
years have a way of doing, Mr. Trum
bull gradually awakened to the one
sided state of affairs. Mrs. Trumbull,
being selfish and possessing a thistle
down Intellect, fancied that It would
not do to let Mr. Trumbull know that
ehe was at all fond of him. Some old
lady had told her once that when a
man knows a woman loves him his af
fection becomes chilled like whipped
cream In an Ice chest. So she stuck
up her nose It stuck up of Its own ac
cord by the way and went her usual
pace of bullyragging and worrying
him. She would do this, she would do
that what John thought didn't mat
ter. It But, as said before, a change finally
came over John's heart He still con
sidered, that dainty wife of his quite
the smartest, cleverest woman in the
,world, but, strange to say, he was be
coming aware of her peculiar powers
of dictating and laying down the law.
John was quiet and inoffensive, and
Just the kind of a man that offers
splendid opportunities for the woman
with a will of her own. For a long
time Mrs. John did not observe that
her husband's substantial admiration
was growing thin almost to a shadow.
But when she did realize it, the blow
was something fearful. It had been
her opinion that even though she were
to sell her best clothes to the rag man
or burn the house up or turn his hair
white with her everlasting criticisms
John would ever remain the same
faithful, adoring, enduring.
1 One morning John didn't kiss his
wife when he went downtown to busi
ness. She moped and wept and scold
ed the baby and the kitchen maid, and
then decided she didn't care. From
that time on things went from bad to
worse and from worse to even worse
than that. Once In a great while when
John's old-time vision of love for his
wife came up he would take her in his
arms and tell her that she was the
prettiest thing in the world. Follow
ing her old-time tactics, Mrs. John
would In turn comment on his bad
choice of a necktie or let loose the
pleasant Information that his collar
was soiled on the edge. John's heart
would sink and he'd tramp off to work
feeling like an orphan asylum In a
derby hat and creased trousers.
As It was not John's nature to war
against anyone, he simply kept himself
out of Mrs. John's way. Sunday after
noons he went out for a walk. Some
times he went over to the North Side
to see an old college chum of his. These
trips were his only dissipations.
One Sunday afternoon, when he and
his old friend were discussing some
particular exciting college scrimmage
that had taken place fifteen years back,
the telephone bell rang, and a woman's
voice begged to speak to Mr. Trumbull.
He went to the 'phone.
"Is that you, Gertrude?"
' Yes, John. And won't you come
home, please. I let Sadie take baby
over to your mother's and everybody
In the building is out and I'm having
the fidgets. I don't know what I'm
scared about but I'm just nervous."
"AH right dear," said John, and
home he went not stopping long
enough to finish up the recollections of
the college fight.
At home he found his wife sitting
curled up on a little settee looking
very much as she had looked when
five years before he had begged and
entreated and kissed her into saying
"Yes." She was twisting her hand
kerchief Into little wads and ropes,
and he knew by that that she was dis
tracted about something.
"I know you think I'm a silly to feel
this way when it's not even twilight
yet. But I know positively that some
body tried the kitchen windows while
I was lying down, and I just couldn't
get over It. I always was afraid of
burglars and ghosts." And then she
had a nervous chill.
John said nothing. He took out a
copy of Spencer and lighted a cigar.
After a time the baby was brought
home and put to bed. Mrs. Trumbull
had recovered from her nervousness
and was peeking 8ut from behind a
window shade listening to a conversa
tion that was going on in the court.
The servant employed by the family
in the apartment just below the Truin
bulls' abode was in the flat opposite
telling the occupants of that place thai
she was unable to get into the house.
"I can't turn the key, and if you
don't mind, ma'am, I'll go through
your window."
The people didn't mind at all. They
even held the girl's parasol and pock
etbook while she clambered from one
window to the other.
Then came a crash. It was a ter
rific crash. Had the girl fallen into
the court? No. The sounds that came
from the floor below were unlike those
heard when Hendrick Hudson played
ninepins in the Adlrondacks. At that
point came a shriek, such as the stage
heroine gives vent to when the villain
gets after her with a butcher knife. It
was sickening. Mrs. Trumbull waited
half a second, then stuck her head out
of the window, and with the help of
half a dozen other feminine voices
called: "Mary! Mary! What's the
matter?"
The reply was a volley of sobs and
squeals winding up with: "The flat's
been robbed!"
Mr. Trumbull was surprised to see
his wife with hair streaming down her
back and hands clutching the folds of
a bath robe, go scooting through the li
brary out Into the hall and down the
stairs.
In ten minutes she returned. Her
eyes were big and black and scared.
Her teeth were chattering, and hei
hands were busy with each other. She
curled up on the divan and looked at
her husband.
"John, what do you think? The
Smiths' flat has been robbed and
there's hardly a scrap of anything left.
They came through the kitchen win
dow. They even took some Persian
rugs and Mrs. Smith's sealskin. And
the silver's all gone, and the house
oh, you just should see It! It's knee
deep with the things that they've
pulled out of the dressers and ward
robes." John continued to read his Spencer.
"That's too bad," he said.
Silence of five minutes.
"John," she spoke very softly.
"Yes?" he asked, not looking up from
Spencer.
"John, do you know I'd just be scared
stiff if you weren't here."
John smiled sadly.
"You won't go off on that hunting
trip, will you?"
"Well 1111," he drawled uncertain
ly. "I just won't let you, now. They
might come In and take my old candle
stick, or the baby, or my grandmoth
er's set of china. And I'm not a bit
afraid when you're here. Honest I'm
not!"
John's chest swelled up. This was
something new. He threw Spencer on
the floor and went and looked at his
revolver. Then he tried the dining
room windows. After that he threw
his arms out and doubled them up to
see if his muscle swelled up as it did
when he was a lad at school.
He walked back and forth through
their bit of a flat and held his head up
high. Then he sat down beside that
little tyrant of a wife and looked her
In the eyes.
She giggled hysterically and ran her
fingers across his mustache, just as
she used to do when poor John was so
crazy with love for her that she could
have pulled out every hair of his head
and he'd never have known It
"Dear," John said softly, "I never
knew before that there was any place
for me in this house, that I filled any
want here. But now I find that I am
useful, that I am a burglar-scarer. God
bless that man that stole those things
downstairs. It'll be hard on the Smiths,
but it's a mighty fine thing for me."
And they lived happy ever after. Or
had for a week, as the burglary only
took place that far back. Chicago
Times-Herald.
Whole Town of 1 id lle-M Iters.
The only place in the world where
violin-making may be said to constitute
the staple industry is Markneukirchen,
in Saxony, with its numerous surround
ing villages. There are altogether about
15,000 people In this district engaged
exclusively In the manufacture of vio
lins. The inhabitants, from the small
boy and girl to the wrinkled, gray
headed veteran and aged grandmother,
are all constantly employed making
some part or other of this musical in
strument. The man who Is as honest as the
day Is long never gets up at 4 o'clock
in the morning to be led into tempta
tion. Some women are near-sighted, but
they manage to hear all that's going
on.
THflEE BIG CANALS.
PROJECTED AND ENGINEERED
BY AMERICANS
Vast Sums Expended and Enormona
Expenditures Contemplated Greatest
Artificial Waterway Ts a Sanitary
Canal Plans for Erie Enlargement.
The past hundTed years have often
been denominated as comprising "the
railway age:" quite as importantly is it
the great canal era. With the excep
tion of some of those crude but mar
velous engineering feats in Egypt, In
Europe, in Mexico, in the way of con
duits and the like, nothing in the way
of watercourse construction has ap
proximated the gigantic canal enter
prises which have been projected un
der American auspices during recent
years.
With the foremost of the list the
Chicago drainage canal the public is
entirely familiar. Facts and figures
PROPOSED FORTIFICATIONS
are clear and fresh in mind, and there
are few who do not comprehend and
appreciate the great work accomplish
ed. It is bewildering, however, to re
alize what has been wrought through
engineering science from a stream of
wide fluctuations, with no constant and
reliable fountain supply, now pouring
over an artificial spillway 300,000 cubic
feet of water a minute. To effect this
28,500,000 cubic yards of earth and
12,910,000 cubic yards of solid rock
were excavated. The controlling works,
the metal sluice gates, the masonry,
the bulkheads, the bear trap dam, the
walled-iu sections 160 feet wide, are
PNEUMATIC LOCK, ERIE CAKAI,.
monuments to human ingenuity and
patience as lasting, as marvelous as
the pyramids of Egypt.
With the scheme for the enlargement
of the Erie canal the public is less fa
miliar. This is the second of the great
waterway triumphs of the age. Its
value as a direct course to tidewater
was understood and appreciated fully
a century since. Gov. De Witt Clin
ton's prescient eye foresaw that one
day "the big ditch" would be the great
est element in the development of New
York State. It was instrumental in
making New York City the great ship-
THE BEAR TRAP DAM, DRAINAGE CANAL.
ping port of the nation. Until the rail
roads entered Into competition for the
carrying trade, all the vast products
of the West found their way to mar
ket through this commercial artery,
and a considerable portion of it still
reaches the seaboard through that
channel, while the construction of the
Welland ship canal from Lake Erie to
Lake Ontario, through Canadian terri
tory, is diverting enormous quantities
of grain in that direction. Recogniz
ing that the capacity of the Erie Is no
longer adequate successfully to com
pete with rival transportation facili
ties, the State of New York is about to
expend $60,000,000 in widening and
deepening the channel, and in improv
ing the lockage by the construction of
modern pneumatic balance locks of
mammoth proportions. A few figures
will give an idea of the proposed im
provements. The -Erie canal runs from
Buffalo on Lake Erie to Cohoes, on the
Hudson River, above Albany. Its
length Is 363 miles. It was finished in
1825, and enlarged thirty-five years
later, the total cost being $50,000,000.
The proposed canal will be 12 feet
deep, 75 feet wide at the bottom and
122 feet wide at the surface, as against
a depth of 9 feet a bottom width of 49
feet and a surface width of 73 feet It
will accommodate boats 150 feet long
and 25 feet wide, capable of carrying
1,000 tons cargo. It would have a ca
pacity of 20,000,000 tons per annum,
and on that tonnage the saving would
be upwards of $12,000,000 annually.
In the completion of the Welland ship
canal the last link in the chain of im
provements by locks and canals of the
St. Lawrence Klver has been com
pleted, with the result that vessels 255
feet long and of 2,200 tons capacity can
now pass from the lakes to Mon
treal, since the completion of fifteen
2,200-ton barges, besides wharf and
elevator Improvements costing $4,000,
000, is now talked of. This would di
vert about 35,000,000 bushels of grain
from the New York route annually. In
view of these facts, the people of the
AT GREYTOWN HARBOR.
Empire State and Indirectly the entire
West comprehend that the expendi
ture of $166,000 a mile for 363 miles
will not be thrown away.
The third great scheme is that of the
Nicaragua canal. This has Justly been
termed the most gigantic hydraulic
project of any age. The preliminary
estimate of cost Is $140,000,000, and the
physical obstacles seem almost Insur
mountable. For many years it has been
the dream of enterprise to unite the At
lantic and Pacific oceans by a maritime
canal cut across either the Isthmus of
Panama or Central America. The
Panama project engineered by the late
Ferdinand De Lesseps, was abandoned
for lack of funds after nearly $100,000,.
000 had been expended on eighteen
miles of the forty-six miles of survey.
A new company was organized, and
work is being done by some 4,000 men.
The progress, however, is slow, and
unless this government decides upon
the Panama route, It is probable that
the work will be abandoned and the
millions put into it will be wholly lost.
A new company has formed to con
trol the enterprise. It got into difficul
ties, and Congress was appealed to. It
appointed an investigating commission,
with Rear Admiral Walker at the head.
This body reported a feasible route, 170
miles long by way of Lake Nicaragua
and the Rio Grande plain. The excava
tion in part would be through rock.
Many difficulties present One is the
excessive rainfall of the district twenty-one
feet annually, or eighteen times
the average of the United States, which
means at times a river discharge of
300,000 cubic feet of water a second.
The second Walker commission report
asks for $140,000,000, but expert engi
neers say that the work will require
$250,000,000.
This canal would be a great commer
cial highway, obviating the long voyage
around Cape Horn, and opening up a
direct route from Europe and the At
lantic coast to Asia. The tonnage is
variously estimated from 300,000 to
8,000,000, the toll averaging $1.55 per
ton. The cost of operation and mainte
nance would be $6,000,000 per annum.
The rate of progress through the canal
would be eight miles an hour, or forty
five hours for the trip. Two artificial
harbors would have to be constructed.
The labor and the sanitary problems
are the hardest to handle. Chinese,
Italians and Jamaica negroes have uo
far proven the best workers, but the
local conditions need not Imperil even
white lives, if proper precautions are
taken. The strategic value of the canal
is appreciated, and defensive works
would be constructed so that in case of
war mines operated by electrical keys
would keep an enemy at bay, while
strong fortifications would guard eitiar
end of the canal.
With the completion of these three
projects, the Chicago drainage canal,
the Erie and the Nicaragua, the United
States would score up some $350,000,003
against a trio of waterways not pos
sessed by any other nation on the earth.
The- commercial advantages are enor
mous, while tne profits and the prestige
comprehend elements that lift the na
tional standard to the very highest
plane of modern progress.
COSTLIEST RABBITS ON EARTH-
Each One Caught on a Plantation Was
Worth Twelve Hundred Dollars.
"The most expensive ra-bb.t on ieo
ord," said a well-known river man,
"lived and is probably still living on a
big sugar plantation in Jefferson par
ish. No, I am not joking; I am in dead
earnest. The place I refer to is owned
by an old friend of mine and Is on.' oi
the finest on the whole river. It has
been worked of late years almost en
tirely by Italian labor and the foremen
have had a good deal of trouble in cop
ing with some of the racial peculiari
ties of the hands. Among other things
they were exceedingly fond of wdd
game of all kinds, and had an especial
and particular liking for rabbits. The
consequence was that whenever a cot
ton-tall would be scared up in the field
the entire gang would drop their hoes
and dart in pursuit The Italians we.e
good sprinters, and the rabbit was gen
erally caught but every episode of that
kind meant the loss of at least half an
hour's time.
"There were a great many rabbits on
the plantation, and these impromptu
cbases became so frequent that the
foreman finally realized he would have
to take drastic measures to stop them.
Accordingly, he put all hands on notice
one morning that the next man who
stopped work to run after a rabbit
would be docked $5 pay. About an
hour afterward a fine, fat bunnie leap
ed suddenly out of a furrow and started
across the field. Instantly the cry went
up and 250 Italians went galloping
across the field. After the fugitive had,
for a wonder, escaped and the excite
ment abated the foreman quietly re
marked that $5 apiece would be deduct
ed from the payroll Saturday- night. He
was as good as his word, and that lone
rabbit, which they didn't get, cost the
Italians exactly $1,250. It was the last
ever chased on the plantation. When
one appears at present the swarthy la
borers look wistful, but keep on hoeing.
'You costa too mucha mun,' they say
sadly." New Orleans Times-Democrat.
Russian Sect that Honors Ju las.
In his last report to the Czar, the
Procurator of the Holy Synod tells of a
new sect discovered In the government
of Yakutsk, Eastern Siberia, and orig
inated by a peasant, Fillp Likhacheff,
who was exiled to that remote region
from the Uflmskaya government for be
longing to the sect of the "Skoptzl."
The Anglo-Russian says that the doc
trines of the new sect are explained in
a MS. headed "My Profession," and its
chief points are:
(1) The first real disciple of Christ
was Judas, for he repented of his sin
and hanged himself. The same method
of death Is recommended to the mem
bers of the sect who wish to part from
this sinful life. (2) Reverence is due
only to God; that shown to any man is
idolatry. (3) Man being sinful in his
very nature and inclined to induce oth
ers to sin, he must not have any author
ity over his fellow man. (4) Hence no
obedience must be shown to any secu
lar or ecclesiastical authority. (5) The
powers that be are from the devil, of
ficials of the state as well as priests of
the church. (6) Property Is a sin as
the result of the greed, likewise family
ties as the result of the lust of the flesh.
Likhacheff on being arrested openly
acknowledged himself to be the author
of "My Profession." ' The heresy was
spreading among workingmen, espe
cially among "Skoptzls" exiled to Si
beria from European Russia. London
Globe.
Mean Man's Mean Trick.
It was a mean trick, of course, and
some day she will doubtless get even
with him. She saw him take a piece
of paper from his pocket, carefully
fold It up, put It In an envelope and
then place the envelope in one of the
far corners of the drawer of the library
table.
"What's that?" she asked.
"Oh, .nothing ol any Importance," he
replied.
Now, If he had simply thrown it
carelessly Into the drawer she would
have thought nothing of It but the
care he took to put It clear over in
the far corner and the fact that he
seemed 111 at ease after he found that
his action had been observed aroused
her curiosity. She wondered what it
was, and she reasoned with herself
that he had said it was "nothing of
importance," so be would have nobody
but himself to blame if she took a
look at it. She was justified in in
ferring from his words that there was j
no reason why she should not. And
this is wnat she read on the paper: I
"I'll bet you a new hat your curios
ity will not permit you to let this
alone."
It was a terrible predicament in
which to place a woman. How could
she claim the new hat without giving
herself away?
Costume of Japanese.
The hard-working laborers and cool
ies seen everywhere in Japan wear only j
a narow loin scarf and straw sandals. !
In cold and rainy weather they wear a
mackintosh of loose straw over their
shoulders and a mammoth rude hat
The Plague In Canton.
In 1894 the plague destroyed 80,000
of the 1,000,000 inhabitants of Canton.
A dollar will buy a lot of necessltiea
but tew pleasures. J
1
Georgie's Gab
Pa and His Neighbor's Chickens.
Paw's got a Garden sints we mooved
Out here, but maw Says the only Thing
he raised so Fur is trubble. The man
that Lives the other side of us Yoost
to be a sea captun on the lakes, and if
we had a Parrut they woulden't be
hardly enny use trying to make it a
morrel Buid becoz when the captun
talks you can hear him nearly all
Around the naber Hood. About the
First thing we notust after paw Got
his erly crop in Was the Way the Cap-
tun's chickens wouldn't let It come up
Itself.
Paw went to the captun and Told
him about it, and the Captun sed it
must be a Mistake. He told paw His
chickens didn't haft to Go way from
Home for thair meals, and Every little
while you could hear Him say things
that showed He wasn't a Christian, be
tween his Other words.
When paw came Home he sent me
and Little albert to the store for Ten
sents worth of Fishen hooks and Lines,
and When we Got back he says:
"I don't never want to Take a mean
advantidge of a Dum Creacher, but
umthing hast to be done to Sho the
captun it ain't always the man who
Swalrs the loudest That gets the big
gest Lump of shugger in his coffey."
So he cut the Fishen lines Into about
twenty peaces and Put a Hook on Each
end of Every peace. Then He baited
the Hooks with Worms and chunks of
Bred and other Things chickens like
pritty well and went out to do some
more planten In the Garden. Every
time he planted a seed He would put a
Baited fishen Hook in with it
Then he went and Told the captun
he better keep his chickens at Home,
and the Captun sed:
"This Is the Last time I want you to
Come lnsultln me about My chickens.
Abuddy would think this wasn't a Free
country whare peeple Could raise
chickens if They wanted to, the Way
some people talk. Now shoo yourself
out Of here."
About a nour after that we herd a
good deal of squawken in the Garden,
and when we peeked Out we seen The
captun's chickens There bizy scratchen
up Baited hooks and swallowing them
Like a boarder eats when He goes
home for the Hollow days. Every little
while, when one chicken had swallowed
the Hook on one end of a String and
some other Chicken had the hook on
the other end of Its Sistum they Would
start away kind of pulling apart and
Looking suspisfaus at Each other, and
pritty soon all but two or Three got
Hitched together.
Then trubble commenct When one
chicken tried to fly over the fents it
would get jerked back by its partner
at the Other end of the Line, or else if
it Got over they would kind of Hang
thare. One on each side, and pull and
scold about it and brace their feat
against the boards And try to Back up.
Maw sed it made Her hart bleed for
the poor things, and Paw told Her that
was Becoz she was chicken harted,
only it Was probbubiy the Chickens'
gizzurds that was Bleeding.
Then he went Over where the Captun
was settin on his Frunt portch smoken,
and I went Along to see what hap
pened. "Did you ever notus How burds and
chickens and such Things go around in
pairs?" paw ast
"No," says the captun. "I've herd
some Birds take Their mates fer Life,
but I never paid mutch a Tenshun to it"
"Well," paw says, "I don't no as
Chickens always mate For life, But I
guess most of yours Have got Into that
Habbut laitly."
"Say," the captun says, swalrlng a
Lot more, "it's stralnge you can't quit
harpen on my Chickens. Some peeple
when they Get started on a Subject al
ways run it in the Ground."
About that time the Captun's wife
came around from the Back of the
House and told him sumthing Seemed
to be the matter with the Chickens.
"Chickens!" yelled the captun. "Is
everybuddy crazy on the Chicken sub
jeckt? Can't I hear about enny thing
But Chickens enny more? The next
purson says chickens to me I'm agoin'
to to "
But he had to stop Thare Becoz thay
was a Rush of blood to his hed and I
thot his face mite expload. Then he
went around to the Back yard to See
what the Trubble was, and when he
Got so he understood how It Happened
Paw took me By the Hand and we
Went Home.
After while when we Couldn't hear
the Captun saying ennythlng More
about it paw Went out to Work in the
Garden again, and Just as he bent Over
to plant things the Captun rose up
from Behind his Fents and turned the
Hose on paw. So paw Went to Grab up
a chunk of durt to Thro at the Captun
and he Run a fishen Hook neerly thru
His finger.
The Captun's girl told our gurl they
Haven't had ennythlng but chicken to
Eat at thare house Laitely, but the
dockter says it'll be Too late to put In
A nuther crop when paw's hand Gets
well. Chicago Times-Herald.
As Illustration.
An Irishman was telling me that
Irishmen are creatures of Impulse. "An
Irishman would kill a man in one min
ute," he said, "and be afther standing
him a dhrink the next" London Plck-Me-Up.
English Sales of Vessels.
England sold to foreign countries 388
steamers and 266 sailing vessels in 1899.
Procrastination is the thief of time
because it takes one bo long to say it
RAM'S HORN BLASTS.
Warning- Notes Calling the Wicked ts
Repentance.
E N O M I N A
tions are but view
points.
lour living
speakslouder than
all your logic.
Washing a pig
will not make it
stop liking mud.
Walking with
God will always
lead you toward
man.
What you are to
men depends on what God is to you.
Only a tool forgets his folly.
A cigar Is usually a bar-magnet
The nourished soul makes steady
nerves.
Every man is serving some kind of a
master.
He who loves folly may well listen to
flattery.
Nothing can be done till the past is
undone.
Power with man proceeds from power
with God.
A man is never poorer for the ques
tions he asks.
We are punished by our sins rather
than for them.
When the devil is sure of you he will
let you alone.
The stilts of pride do not help In the
walk with God.
A creed may be either a compass or
a strait-jacket
The saddest truth is less severe than
the merriest lie.
Conscience Is the better man within
the best of men.
The biggest coward is the one who is
afraid to do right
The sun Is always shining to the man
who walks by faith.
We all hate self when we see it crop
out in somebody else.
Christ's rule Is everywhere, but His
throne is in the heart
The Bible is the mirror of conscience
held up to man's heart
A short prayer will get to heaven
quicker than a long one.
The harm or a creed is in converting
it from a staff into a club.
The perfect man In Christ was before
the imperfect one in Adam.
No parent weeps over the fact that
the boy outgrows his clothes.
Every time you turn your eyes on
evil Its shadow falls on your heart
The way to flee from the Justice of
God is to flee to the Justice of God.
It will hurt you more to live a day
without prayer than to live it without
bread.
One reason why Job did not get en
tirely in the dark was because he kept
looking up.
It is better even to stumble along in
the right road than to step firm in the
wrong one.
Many a man fights for his creed who
never thinks of carrying an umbrella
for his wife.
Better the pessimism that persists
against odds than the optimism that
makes no effort at all.
It is the privilege of every Christian
to have a mountain-moving faith, and
yet how many grow faint at the sight
of a mole hill?
The nation holds open the front door
of the saloon while the devil tends the
back door, that leads to the gutter, the
brothel and hell.
Whit Ran Across the Floor?
A Lake View father had impressed
his little son with the value of observ
ing things and reporting anything that
seemed strange and Interesting.
Though not more than 5 years old, he
had already taken his father's advice,
although his reported discoveries of a
halo around the moon and the manner
In which the hens scratched up the
early vegetables were more enthusias
tic than valuable. The other day he
came running in to his father in great
excitement and said:
"Oh, papa, I just seed something run
across the kitchen floor!"
"Rats!" exclaimed his father in
amusement
"No, it wasnt wats."
"Cats?"
"No, it wasn't cats, either."
"A dog a bowwow?"
"No," he continued. In great glee at
puzzling his father.
"Your
"No."
"Brother Tommy V
"No."
"Little sister?"
"No. It was sometning that hasn't
any legs.
"A worm?"
"No."
"A snake r
"No, It wasn't a snake.'
By this time the boy had excited mi
father's curiosity, but exhausted his
knowledge. So he had to say:
'What was It? I can't guess."
'Why, papa, It was just some water."
Instructions in Bread-Making.
Secretary Wilson has undertaken to
teach the women of this country how
to make good bread. He has prepared
and published a bulletin which will be
sent to all who apply to the Agrlcultu-
al Department for copies. It begins
with the kernel of wheat and gives
both a scientific and a popular descrip
tion of its properties and the way to
use It to the best advantage.
Diamond Cutters in Amsterdam.
There are ninety-two firms in Ams
terdam registered as diamond cutters.
in one 350 to 400 workmen are constao-
y employed. r ,