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UNION Kstxb. July, lg97
. Consolidated Feb., 1899.
COB VAIiLIS, BENTON" CO UKTT, OREGON, TUESDAY, OCTOBER 1-, 1901.
OAZKTTfi Bstab. Deo.. 186,
VOL. IT. NO. 23.
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I took care not to reach home before
the hour when Julia usually went to bed.
. , It wa quite Tain to think of sleep that
night I had soon worked myself up into
that state of nervous, restless agitation
when one cannot remain quietly in a
room. About one o'clock I opened my
door as softly as possible and stole si
- Madam was. my favorite mare, first
; rate at a gallop when she was in good
temper, but apt to turn vicious now and
then. She was in good temper to-night,
and pricked up her ears and whinnied
. .when I unlocked the stable door. In a
- few. minutes we were going up the
Grange road at a moderate pace till we
"reached the open country. ;
It was a cool, quiet night in May. A
few of the larger fixed stars .twinkled
palely In the sky, but the smaller ones
were drowned m the full moonlight. I
turned off the road to get nearer the sea.
and rode along sandy lanes, with banks
of turf instead of hedge rows, which
were covered thickly with pale primroses.
" shining with the "same hue as the moon
Now and then I came in full sight of
V the sea, glittering in the silvery light. I
T.: crossed the head of a gorge, and stopped
, for a while to irsze down it, till' my flesh,
- i .. crept.: It was not more than a few yards
in breadth, but it was of unknown depth,
and the rocks stood above it with a thick,
- heavy blackness. The tide was rushing
, Into its narrow channel with a thunder
which throbbed like a pulse; yet in the
-t. intervals of -its pulsation I could catch
the thin, prattling tinkle of a brook run
vning .merrily down the gorge to plunge
i ' - headlong into the sea.
, As the sun rose, Sark looked very near,
and the sea, a plain of silvery blue, seem
ed solid and firm enough to afford me a
'.'. ' road across to it. A white mist lay like
huge snowdrift in hazy,' broad curves
i ' over : the Havre Gosselin, with sharp
peaks of cliffs piercing through. Olivia
was sleeping yonder behind that veil of
,.. shining mist; and dear as Guernsey was
to me, she was a hundred-fold dearer.
But my night's ride had not made, my
day's task any easier for me. . No new
- light had dawned upon my. difficulty.
There was no loophole for me to escape
' from the most painful and perplexing
Strait I had ever been in. How was I to
break it to Julia? and when? It was
quite plain to me that the sooner it .was
over the better it would be for myself,
and perhaps the better- for her. How
was I to go through my morning's calls?
I resolved to have it over as soon as
breakfast was finished. Yet when break
fast came I was listening intently for
some summons which would give me an
hour's grace from fulfilling my own de
termination. I prolonged my meal, keep
ing my mother in her place at the table
for she had never given up her office of
pouring out my tea and coffee.
I finished at last, and still no urgent
message had come for me. My mother
left us together alone, as her custom
.vai, for what time I had to spare a Va
riable quantity always with me.
- ' ' Now was the dreaded moment. ' But
.'.:'; howwas I to begin? Julia was so calm
." " and unsuspecting. In what words could
I convey my fatal meaning most gently
to her? My head throbbed, and I could
j s.not raise my eyes to -her face. Yet it
. .: must be done. - - .,
,,: t.-.,'Dear Julia," I said, in as firm a voice
si could command. . ,
But just then Grace, the housemaid,
- ' knocked emphatically at the door, ' and
after a due pause entered with a smiling,
significant face, yet with an- apologetic
. courtesy. .
"It you please, Dr. Martin," she said,
"I'm! very sorry, but Mrs. Lihou's baby
is taken with convulsion fits; and they
want you to go as fast as ever you can,
please," sir." : i
Was I sorry or glad? I could not tell,
It was i reprieve; but then I knew posi
tively it was nothing more than a re-ti-is-j.j,-prieve;
. The. sentence must be executed.
""?'' "Julia Came" to me, bent her cheek towards
me, and I kissed it. That was our usual
salutation when our morning's interview
was ended. '
"I am going down to the new house,"
wwwvti heKldVHo8t' 'good - deal of time
yesterday, and I must make up for it
to-day. Shall you be passing by at any
time, Martin?" - ,J" -
f i YesaH-I cannot fell S exactly.". X
4 Stammered. . n
,y.i4l5i "If you are passing, come In for a few
1" minutes,". she answered; "I haVe a'thou
' sand things to speak to you about."
I Was not overworked that morning.
,ThV coiivnisions"'orr- Mrs. Lihou's baby
were not at all. serious. ' So I had plents
of time to ' call upon Julia at the new
Jhouse; but 1 could not summon sufficient
r .courage. The morning slipped away
whilst I was loitering about Fort George,
" and chatting carelessly with the officers
I .. went .down reluctantly at length to
. ..j, the .new house; but it was at almost the
j! last hour.:- Doggedly, but sick at heart
- -with ' myself and all the world, I went
down to meet my doom.
Julia, was sitting alone in the drawing
room,- Which overlooked the harbor and
the group of islands across the channel.
There was no fear of interruption.. It
was an understood thing that at present
. only Julia's "most Intimate friends had
been admitted Into our new house, and
then by special invitation alore.
There was a very happy. Very placid
expression on her face. -Every harsh line
eemed softened, and a pleased smile
played about her lips. Her dress was
one of those simple, fresh, clean muslin
gowns, with knots of ribbon about it.
which .make a plain woman almost pretty,
and a pretty woman bewitching.
"I am very glad you are come, my dear
Martin," she said softly. .
- ' : I dared not dally another moment.
' . must take my plunge at once into the
' . "I have something of Importance to say
to yon, dear cousin, I began.
I sat down on the broad window, sill,
' Instead of on the chair close to hers. She
looked np at that, and fixed her eyes up
as me keenly. I had often quailed be-
fore Julia's gaze as a boy, but never as I
Well! what is it?" she asked curtly.
The inclsiveness of her tone brought Ufa
into me, as a probe sometimes brings a.
patient ont of stupor. ' .
Julia," I said, "are you quite sure you
love me enough to be happy with me as
I know you well enough to be as hap
py as the day is long with you," she re
plied, the color rushing to her face.
You do not often look as if you loved
me, I said at last.
"That is only my way," she answered.
"I can't be soft and purring like many
women. I don t care to be always kiss
ing and hanging about anybody. But if
you are afraid I don't love you enough-
well: I will ask you what you think in
ten years' time."
"What would you say if I told you I
had ence loved a girl better than I do
you?" I asked.
'That's not true," she said sharply.
"I've known you all your life, and you
could not hide such a thing from your
mother and me. . You are only laughing
at me, Martin." .
"Heaven knows I'm not laughing," I
answered solemnly; "it's no laughing
matter. Julia, there is a girl I love bet
ter than, you, even now." :
The color and the smile faded out of
her face, leaving it ashy pale. Her lips
parted once or twice, but her voice failed
her. Then , she broke out into a short
"You are talking nonsense, dear Mar
tin," she gasped; "you ought not! I am
not very strong. Tell me It is a joke." r
"I cannot," I replied, painfully and
sorrowfully; "it Is the truth, though I
would almost rather face death than own
it. I love you dearly, Julia; but I love
another woman better."
There was dead silence in the room af
ter those words. I could not hear Julia
breathe or move, and I could not look at
her. My eyes were turned towards the
window and the islands across the sea,
purple and hazy in the distance. ."
, "Leave me!" she said, after a very
long stillness; "go away, Martin."
"I-cannot leave you alone," I exclaim
ed; "no, I will not, Julia. Let me tell
you more; let" me explain it all. You
ought to know everything now."
r"Go away !' she repeated, in a mechan
ical way. .
I hesitated still, seeing her white and
trembling, with her eyes glassy and fixed.
But she motioned me from her towards
the door, and her pale lips parted again
to reiterate her command.
How I crossed that room I do not
know; but the moment after I had closed
the door I heard the key turn in the look.
I dared not quit the house and leave her
alone in such a state; and I longed ar
dently to hear the clocks chime five, and
the sound of Johanna's coach wheels on
the roughly paved street.
That was 'one of the longest half hours
in my life. I stood at the street door
watching and waiting, and nodding to
people who passed by, and who simper
ed at me in the most inane fashion.
The fools! I called them to myself. At
length Johanna turned the corner, and
her pony carriage came rattling cheer
fully over the large round stones. I ran
to meet her.
For heaven's sake go to Julia!" ' I
cried. I have told her."
And what does she say?" asked Jo
Not a word, not a syllable." I replied.
"except to bid me go away. She; has
locked herself into the drawing room."
men you had better cro swat alto
gether," she said, "and leave me to deal
with her. Don't come in, and then I can
say you are not here.
A friend of mine lived in the opposite
house, and though I knew he was not at
home, I knocked at his door and asked
permission to rest for a while.
The Windows "looked " Intdthe street.
and there I sat watching the door of our
new house, for Johanna and Julia to
come out. At length Julia appeared, her
race completely hidden behind a veil. Jo
hanna helped her into the low carriage;
as if she had been an invalid. Then they
drove off, and were soon out of my sight.
By this time our dinner hour was. near.
and I knew my mother would be looking
out for us both. I was thankful to find
at the table a visitor, one of my father's
patients, a . widow, with a high color.
loud voice and boisterous spirits, who
kept up a rattle of conversation with
Dr. Dobree. My mother glanced anx
lonsly at me, but she could say little.
Where is Julia i she had inquired, as
we sat down to dinner without her. ' .
Julia?" I said-absently; "oh! she is
gone to. the Yale, with Johanna Carey.1
Will she come, back to-night?" asked
my mother. ,..
."Not to-night," I said aloud: but to mv-
self I added, "nor for many nights to
come; never, most probably," whilst I am
under this roof.- We have been building
our house upon the sand, and the floods
have come, and the winds have blown,
and the house has fallen; but my mother
knows nothing of the catastrophe yet.
She read trouble in my face, as clearly
as one sees a thunder cloud in the sky.
and she could not rest till she had fath
omed it. I went up into my own room.
where I should be alone to- think over
things. I heard her tapping lightly at
the door. She was not in the habit of
leaving her guests, and I was surprised
and perplexed at seeing her.
"lour latner' and Mrs. Murray are
having a game of chess," she said. "We
can be alone together half an hour. And
now tell me what is the matter? There
is something going wrong with yon."
She sank down weariedly into a chair,
ana i Knelt aown nesiae 'her. it was
almost harder to tell her than to tell
Julia; but it was worse than useless to
put off the evil moment.
. "Mother, I am not going to marry my
cousin, for I love somebody else, and
told Julia so this afternoon, U If broken
off for good now.
She gave me no answer, and. I looked
up Into her dear face in alarm. It had
grown rigid, and a peculiar blue tinge of
pallor was spreading over It.' Her head
had fallen back against the chair. It
was several minutes before she breathed
freely and naturally. Then she did nqf.
look at me, but lifted np her eyes to the
pal evening sky, and her lips quivered
-"Martin, It will be the death of me,"
she said; and a few tears stole down her
cheeks, which I wiped away.
It shall not be the death of yon," 1
exclaimed. "If Julia is willing to marry
me, knowing the whole truth, I am ready
to marry her for your sake, mother. I
would do anything for your sake. But
Johanna said she ought to be told, and I
think it was right myself.
Who is it, who can It be that you
Mother," I said, "I wish I had told
yon before,- but I did not know that I
loved the girl as I do till I saw her yes
terday in Sark.
"That girl!" she cried. "One of the
OUiviers! Oh, Martin, you must marry
in your own class."
"That was a mistake," I answered.
Her Christian name is Olivia; I do not
know what her surname Is."
Not know even her name!" she ex
claimed. - , -
Listen, mother," I said; and then I
told her all I knew about Olivia. :
Oh, Martin, Martin!" wailed my poor
mother, breaking down again suddenly.
I did so long to see you in a. home of
your own! And Julia was so generous,
never looking as If all the money was
hers, and yeu without a penny 1 "What is
to become of you now, my boy? I wish
I had been dead and In my grave before
this had happened!"
Hush, mother!" I said, kneeling down
again beside her and kissing her tender
ly; "it Is still in Julia's hands. If she
will marry me, I shall marry her."
But then you will not be happy?" she
said, with fresh sobs. :
It was impossible for me to contradict
that. I felt that ho misery, would be
equal to that of losing Olivia. ;' But I did
my best to comfort my mother, by. pronv-
islng to see Julia the next day and re
new my engagement, if possible. ,
Fray, may I be informed as to what is
the matter now?" broke In a satirical,
cutting voice the voice of my father. It
roused us both my mother to her usual
mood of -gentle submission, and me to the
chronic state of Irritation which his pre
ence always provoked In me.
Not much, sir," I answered coldly;
only my marriage with my cousin' Julia
is broken off.
Broken off!" he ejaculated, "broken
My father stood motionless for a mo
ment. Then slowly he sank into a chair.
"1 am a ruined and disgraced man." he
said, without looking- up; "if you have
broken off your marriage with Julia, I
shall never raise my head again.
uut why " I asked uneasily.
'Come down into my consulting room,'
he said. I went on before him, carrying
the lamp, and turning round once or
twice saw his face look grey, and the
expression of it vacant and troubled. His
consulting room was a luxurious room,
elegantly furnished. He sank down into
an easy chair, shivering as if we were in
the depth of winter.
Martin, I am a ruined man!" he said,
for the second time. '
"But how?" I asked again, impatiently.
"I dare not tell you," he cried, leaning
his head upon his desk. and sobbing. How
white his hair was! and how aged he
looked! My heart softened and warmed to
him as it had not done for years.
Father!" I said, "if you can trust
any one, you can trust me. If you are
ruined and disgraced I shall be the same,
as your son. .
That s true," he answered, "that's
true! It will bring disgrace on you and
your mother. We shall be forced to leave
Guernsey, where she has lived all her
life; and It will be the death of her.
Martin, you must save us all by making
it up With Julia. . - . ,
But why? I demanded, once more.
I must know what you mean."
"Mean?" he said, turning upon me an
grily, "you blockhead! I mean that un
less you marry Julia I shall have to give
an account of her property; and I could
not make all square, not If I sold every
stick and stone I possess. -
I sat silent, for a time, trying to take
in this piece of information. He had
been Julia's guardian ever since she was
left an orphan, ten years old; but I had
never known that there had not been a
toFHsal and legal settlement of" her affairs
when she was of age. Our family name
had no blot upon it; it was one of the
most honored names in the island. But
if this came to light, then the disgrace
would be dark indeed.
"Can you tell me all about It?" I asked.
"It- would take a long time," he said.
and it would be a deuce of a nuisance.
You make it up with Julia, and marry
her,' as you're bound to do. Of course
you will manage all her money when you
are her husband, as you will be. Now
you know all." '
"But I don't know all," 1 replied; "and
I insist, upon doing so before I make up
my mind what to do.
For two. hours I was busy with his ac
counts. Once or twice he tried to slink
put of., the room ; but that I would not
suffer. At length the ornamental clock
on his chimney piece struck eleven, and
he made another effort to beat a retreat.
"Do not go away : till everything "is
clear," I said; "is this all?"
"All?" he repeated; "isn't it enough?"
"Between three and four thousand
pounds" deficient!" I answered; "it is quite
"Enough to make me a felon," he said,
if Julia chooses to prosecute me. "
"I think it is hiahlv nrobable," I 're
plied; "though I know nothing of the
"Then you see clearly, Martin, there is
no. alternative but for you to marry her.
and . keep our secret. I have reckoned
upon this for years, and your mother and
I have been of one mind in bringing It
about. If you marry Julia, her affairs go
direct from my hands to yours, and we
are all safe. If you break with her she
will leave us, and demand an account of
my guardianship; and your name and
mine will be branded in our own island.'
."That Is very clear," I said sullenly.
"Your mother would not survive it!'
he continued, With a solemn accent.
"Oh! I have been threatened with that
already," ' I exclaimed, - very bitterly.
"Pray does my mother know of this dis
"Heaven forbid!"' he cried. "Your
mother is a good woman, Martin; as sim
ple as a dove. You ought to think of her
before you consign us all to shame.. Poor
Mary! My poor, poor love! I believe
she cares enough for me still to break
her heart over it. ..
"Then I am to be your scapegoat, I
You are my son," -he answered; "and
religion Itself teaches us that the sins of
the fathers are visited on the children.
1 leave the matter in your hands. But
only answer one question: . Could you
show your face amongst your own friends
if this were known?"
I knew very well I could 'not. My fath
er a fraudulent steward of Julia's prop
erty! Then farewell for ever to all that
had made my life happy. I saw there
was no escape from it I must marry
Well," I said at last, "as you say, the
matter is in my hands now; and I must
make the best of it. Good night, sir."
(To be continued.)
Only Requires Nerve.
The Forest and Stream says that
nearly every one has a fear of wild ani
mals, and yet no wild animal will fight
unless wounded or cut off from all ap
parent avenues of escape. All animals
will try and escape if given a chance.
This fear is kept up by all sorts of
bear, wolf and snake stories,, most of
which are magnified to make heroes ef
hunters. There is more danger from
natural causes in a visit to wild animal
haunts than from the animals. There
Is more danger of slipping off a preci
pice or falling Into a river than from
hetng hurt by a bear or a wolf. Many
more people have been' killed by light
ning than have been run over by stam
peding buffalo herds, or killed by
wounded grizzly bears, or by all the oth
er animals of the prairie put together.
One might almost say that more peo
ple have been struck by falling meteor
ites than have been killed by panthers
or wolves. And yet from day to day
the newspapers continue to print bear
stories, catamount, stories, and wolf
stories, and probably they will do so
until long after the: last bear, cata
mount and wolf shall; have disappeared
from the land. S
"Why He Get Well.
The Man with a 'Clear Conscience
bought a pair of tan shoes with the ad
vent of spring, and, "while going home
in the street car, conjured up a mental
photograph of himself strolling along
the sandy beach of a summer resort
with his pedal extremities encased in
his new purchase. That night he was
taken 111. For four-, days he contem
plated his new shoes with his head
on a downy pillow. I When he recov
ered the Man said: j
There was only one thing that wor
ried me while I wasi sick. I couldn't
get those tan shoes out of my head.
What if I should die without having
had a chance to wear 'em! Such a
contingency seemed to furnish an ad
ditional and potent reason why I
should get well. I just made up my
mind I was going to live long enough
to get my feet into those shoes and
well, I did." New York Mail and Ex
press. Melssonier and the Rich Man.
One of the good stories about the fa
mous painter, Melssonier, is In regard
to his experience with a "new rich"
gentleman who had erected a private
theater at his chateau. Melssonier was
Just then at the height of his fame,
and when spending . months painting
pictures and selling them for about
two hundred dollars a square inch- The
rich man conceived the brilliant idea
that what his theater most needed was
a drop curtain painted by the famous
Melssonier. So he went to the artist's
studio and proposed the matter to him.
How large is the curtain to be?" asked
the great painter. "It will be thirty
feet high and thirty-five feet wide,"
was the reply. "My friend," said Mels
sonier, blandly, "It will take me twenty
years to paint such a curtain, and it
will cost you six million dollars." This
bargain was not completed.
Washington Irving' Love Story.'
Washington Irving always remained
single because Matilda Hoffman, the
beautiful girl to whom be was engaged,
died of consumption in her seventeenth
year. - He says: "I was by her. When
she died, and was the last she - ever
looked upon." He took her Bible and
prayerbook away with him, sleeping
with, them under his pillow, and in all
his subsequent travels they were, his
inseparable companions. Not until
thirty years after her death did any
one venture to speak of her to him. He
was visiting her father, and one Of her
nieces, taking some music from a draw
er, brought with It a piece of embroid
eTy. "Washington," said Mr. Hoffman,
"this was from Matilda's work." The
effect was electric. He had been talk
ing gaily the moment before, but be
came silent and soon left the house.
' A little school girl told her teacher
to " write 'the word "ferment" on her
slate, together with the definition and
a sentence In which the word was used.
The following is the result: "F-e-r-m-e-n-t;
a verb signifying to work. I
love to do all kinds of fancy ferment"
Mia Ijoveg. - -.
Carrie The last time" Fred called he
was very tender. He assured me I was
his first love.
Bess That's something, to be-sure;
but last evening he told me I was his
latest love. Boston Transcript
- ""The-Spirit's Calmer Retreat.
"Jones, next door, is getting old.
"What do you go by?"
"He's quit talking baseball and. gone
to talking garden." Detroit . Free
Press. ' ': '-. : - : '.- .- .- -.-V
It Waf n't Wasted.
Cook The Irish stow was burned.,
Proprietor Well, put some spice in
it and add "a la Francaise" to Its name
jn the menu. London Tlt-Blta, ;
-After a young man has gone half a
dozen places with a young woman he
has told her everything he knows that
Is Interesting. -
"Dear me, what a dusty place thl
is!" exclaimed a dainty French rag to
her neighbors, who were huddled to
gether In a pile on the floor. -
"It is worse than any place I -was
ever in," answered a Russian rag, as
he glanced about the room. - : '
"You astonish me with your good
English," cried the American rag; "but
then the language of my country Is
taught all over the world."
"Well, wait," said the Russian. "I
heard some people talking the other
day, and they said that fifty years
hence the Russian language would pre
vail. I pity you American scholars,
with such a language as ours!"
Just then a sharp knife interrupted
their conversation. . They were cut into
strips and thrown into the duster, and
my! what a beating they were given.
Afterward they were boiled In lime
water, then washed and ground Into
tiny pieces, and finally bleached white.
After going through all this, you
wouldn't have known the French from
the Russian cloth or the Russian from
the American. But the rag pile friends
recognized each other ' through It all.
and while they were draining for a
week they had a fine time.
"I never traveled abroad," said the
American rag. "Tell me, is it very
beautiful in France?"
"It's the grandest place In the. world,"
sighed the French rag.
. "The scenery can't compare with that
of Russia," said the loyal citizen, with
a longing tone. In his voice.
It looked very much as though a
quarrel would soon follow, but, fortu
nately, they -were again separated. The
poor little pieced of cloth were put in
to another beating engine, and there
colored; then they were placed In a
cistern and kept continually In motion.
Once the French and Russian passed
each other. -
"I don't see why my kind mistress
ever sent me here," said the Russian.
"Never -mind; -here In the United
States we shall be made into the finest
paper in the world, and perhaps we
shall be sent to carry a message of glad
tidings," -said his French acquaintance,
consolingly. . .
There was not time even to bid each
other good-by before they were put into
a box, where they were melted into a
liquid state. Then they were poured
in -a waterfall over cloth and the name
of the firm was stamped upon them. -
The sad little American rag was
heard to say:
"I believe life is a great big wheel. At
any rate I've spent most of my time In
a machine. Once I was worn by a fine
lady. It's all "
The rest of his thoughts were kept
to himself. He and his companions
were dried through wet felt and dry
felt" They were all too tired to talk,
and even while going through press
rollers and heated cylinders, they dozed
off to sleep. "
Upon awaking the Russian looked at
the Englishman, and both exclaimed: -
"Blotting paper!". , . .
Yes, that is exactly what they looked
like. They were soon dipped into gela
tine, and this gave them a glossy finish.
Then they were allowed to rest from
their labors for a time, before having
the wrinkles smoothed away. At last
they were cut, assorted, and put Into
boxes and sent to various cities in the
United States and Europe; but before
they parted, they agreed' that it takes
all kinds of rags to. make paper,' Just
as It takes all kinds of people to make
j a world. Waverley.
Where the Glory Ues.
There Is no glory In fighting. : The
glory is in -choosing a right course and
then following that course In 'spite of
war. -The greatest soldiers have hated
war. Never fight unless you must, boys!
The lad In this incident shows rather
amusingly the true spirit. ; . .
Willy is a Boston schoolboy who has
been told by his mother again and
again not to quarrel or fight. "Leave
the company of boys that quarrel. Give
up rather than fight", is her advice.
But. one day Willy came home In a
sorry plight . His clothes were torn, he
was-covered with mud, iis face was
scretcbed, and he was lame in one of
his feet. . s- v-
"Why, ! what Is the 'matter, " Willy?
Have you been fighting?';
"Mother, I had to. I had to thrash a
boy!" ': -
"Had to? What do you mean?"
"Why, you see one of those fellows
was pitching Into little Joe Nichols, and
when I asked him not to, he turned on
me. I ran, and then he began to pound
little Joe again. Mother, I had to thrash
the boy to make him let Joe alone."
His mother mended his clothes and
omitted to scold him for fighting In such
a cause. Young People's Weekly.
Poor Dick's Fate."
.. Tub is how it cake about., -
: Do you know any title bpy that
smokes cigarettes? If you do, Just
show him this picture. It Is the sad
story of little Dick Slllypate. He saw
another boy smoking a cigarette, and
thought it looked so manly that he
would try It himself. The picture shows
what happened to him at the end of five
Last night I was a little boy;
You'd scarcely know me from Bess;
The silly looking kilts I wore
Were so much like her dress.
But' won't I s'prise them all to-day
My uncles and my aunts?
- For I am four years old, and I
Have pockets in my pants!
I don't want any han'kerchief;
I need my pockets all
To keep my chalk and marbles in,
- My cookies, and my ball;
. I need them for my specimens
My bugs, and worms, and ants.
Hurrah! I'm most a man to-day, -With
pockets in my pants.
Normal Instructor. -
Looking for the Other Face.
A lady was calling on small Bobby's
mother, and, noticing the little fellow
walk around her chajr several times ob
serving her closely, she asked what
he found In her that was so attractive.
"Nothing much," replied Bobby, "only
mamma said the other day that you
were two-faced, and I was just looking
for the other one."
A Poser for Mamma,
"Look, Nettle, here are two kinds of
preserves," said a mother to her small
daughter, "yet they are so much alike
you can scarcely tell the difference."
After loklng at them critically for a
moment the little one asked: "Well,
mamma, which kind is different?"
- Uae of a iione.
Teacher What is that you have
drawn on your slate, Willie?
Small Willie It's a picture of a house.
Teacher What is a house used for?
' Small Willie For a married man to
keep his wife In.
Dolnar Them Up in Advance.
"Why, Johnny,," said a mother to her
4-year-old hopeful one Sunday evening.
yon have said your prayer over seven
times. What did you do that for?"
"So I won't have to bother about It
any more this week," replied Johnny. . ,
Ethel Was Resigned.
'How old are you, Ethel?" asked a
visitor of a little girl.
I'm only 3," replied Ethel, with a
deep sigh, i'l should like to be 4, but I
suppose somebody has to be 3."
Charlie Ha 1 Been.
Uncle Bob Hello, Charlie! Where are
you going In such a hurry?
Charlie (aged 5) I ain't goin' any
where. Pve been where I'm going.
Familiar with Porters.
A Kentuckian and a Georgian on the
way to New York in a Pullman car de
tected an early coolness on the part of
the porter. It worried the Georgian a
good deal. "If I Just had that brown
scoundrel in my State I'd kick him
off the train," he said.- ''He isn't polite.
He does not know his place or his bus!
ness or the business of the corporation
that allows him to live." The Ken
tuckian replied: "Don't worry. It may
be that you haven't traveled with por
ters as long as I have. What you have
said about that nigger is absolutely
true, but Just before we get to Jersey
City he will relax, he will relax." After
passing Newark Mr. Portah pranced
np, all smiles, whisk in hand, to do the
final act and collect his quarter. He
was permitted to dust off the two trav
elers, hold their top coats and hand
down their, hats, and as he lingered
with an air of confident expectancy the
Kentuckian remarked: "See here, my
friend, if you had relaxed sooner you'd
have made 5T cents out of u two, but
you telaxed too late. Go on and tend
to yourTrasinessv Other passengers are
waiting for you." New York Press.
,..., For Pop-Overs,
The value of a recipe lies partly in Its
being accurately set down and followed.
Harper's . Magazine has the following
directions for making a breakfast deli
cacy called pop-overs, as they were im
parted by the Chinese servant to a lady
visiting In the family:
'"You takee hlnf one-'egg," said, the
master of the ' kitchen,;- "one lit' cup
milk. You fixee him one cup flou on
sieve, take pinch salt you not put him
In lump. You move him -egg lit' bit
slow; you put 'him milk in, all time
move. You makee him flou' go In, not
move fast so . have no spots. Makee
but'led pan all same wa'm, not too hot
Puttee, him- in oven. Now you mind
you business. No like woman run look
at him all time.' Him done all same.
time biscuit" " .'
An English Joke. , -J -
She I can't make out how it Is that
Mrs. Wise has fish for nearly every
meal. It can't be for economy's sake
for she must be fairly well off.
. He She has a large family of un
married daughters, you know. .
She Now, don't say something about
girls and their brains; that's so old.
He Oh, no. I hadn't the slightest in
tention of doing so.
She Well. Can't you tell me?.
He-I don't know, I'm sure, unless
It's because fish are rich in phosphor
ous. -": ''' " v '-'
She I don't see what that has to do
with it. - - - " - -' : ' "
He Perhaps not but still it's good
for making matches. .
' A Wonderful Bridjre. :
he most wonderful bridge ' In th
world is one of solid agate In Arizona
It is a petrified tree, from 3 feet to 4
feet in diameter, spanning a chasm 4C
feet wide. More than 100 feet of it
length is. in sight both ends beTns
embedded In the sandstone of the can
yon; y.-y-v i "j. ":.. ''.". ')"'
A chronic dyspeptic says - classica
-music is the kind you never beard b
for and never want to hear again.
Many a serious railroad accident is
caused by the washing down on the
roadbesi of masses of earth or rocks
from the hillsides above. While the
railroad companies realize that the cuts
are liable to become filled from this
cause it Is hardly to be expected that
they will keep patrols at every danger
ous point . An apparatus has been late
ly patented by John IC. Haddinott of
Baltimore, Md., and the claim is made
that It will constantly guard the cut or
other section of track which It paral
lels. It Is simply a pair of contact
rails so placed that a fall of rock or
earth across the roadbed will crush
the shell which Incloses them and
throw the rails together to complete a
circuit and set the danger signal.
As a hitching post is not always con
venient and It is somewhat of a bother
to carry around a heavy weight In the
wagon with which to tether the horse
when the driver wishes to leave the
animal for a time, it is likely that the
horseman will appreciate the hitching
fetter. The Invention takes advantage
of the fact that a horse will not move
as long as it cannot bend its legs, the
fetter being stiff enough to prevent this.
The. inventors are William Rommel and
Thomas R, Owen of Los Angeles, Cal.
They state that It Is adapted to afford
cavalrymen a perfect means of pre
venting the horses from escaping with
out human aid, the' claim being made
that when an animal Is tethered with
one of these devices he becomes tame
even in . the presence of danger. - An
other novelty of the tether is that with
the aid of the small padlock attached
the animal can be locked np, so that
he cannot be stolen without unlocking
or destroying the fetter.
A brush Is designed to lay the dust
while sweeping instead of raising it so
as not to damage the stock in a store,
the furniture in a room, or settle on the
floor again. This result Is accomplish
ed by the use of kerosene oil to prevent
the dust rising. The brush is made of
good bristles, Inserted in the center of
which is one row of a special fiber
which readily absorbs and holds kero
sene oil. The oil supply is carried In a
metal reservoir Tn the top of the brush,
which is so arranged as to keep the
fiber constantly moist when the brush
is in use, the feed being regulated by
opening or closing the cap through
which the reservoir Is filled. The wood
surrounding the reservoir is chemically
treated to prevent it absorbing any of .
the oil. The dust Is collected by means
of the oil in small pellets, which can
easily be taken up by a dust pan In
the usual manner. The brush, the man
ufacturers state, can be used on any
kind of floor or carpet as it improves
and hardens floors and cleans and
brightens carpets. The kerosene Is re
ferred to as destroying the disease
breeding germs carried by dust, and as
killing moths, fleas 'or other Insects on
the floor or carpet.
Seton-Thompson's New Home.
A more fitting environment for such a
man could not-be found than the new
home which Mr. and Mrs. Seton-Thomp-
son or Mr. and Mrs. Seton as they pre- -fer
to be known, having dropped
Thompson" from their surname have
selected in Connecticut. A hundred .
acres of woodland, which they have
named Wyndygoul, for one of the Seton
estates in Scotland, offers the naturaT-
Ist-artlst-author-lecturer an ideal op
portunity for Investigating and study
ing, his animal friends, and a quiet re
treat for writing and illustrating. It is
difficult to realize that so "wild a bit of
forest is within an hour of New York.
The private road that leads from the
gates to the house winds a quarter of a
mile between green walls of trees, flank
ed by mossy boulders, and rising above
ravines that tumble off at reckless an
gles." " . . ".
The house stands on the highest point
of the tract. It is Spanish in effect the
lower story of rough-hewn, green-tipped
rocks, quarried on the place; the upper
story of creamy pink stucco. .The low,
rod roof, wide verandas, low entrance
door - and quaint arrangement - of
windows are interesting and pictur
esque. The Englishman's love of sol
idity is shown in the thick walls, mas
sive cornices of natural wood, and in
the heavy beams of the studio ceiling.
Ladies' Home Journal.
Joachim, an Early Genius.
Dr. Joachim, the great violinist who
has been honored by English musicians,
has been playing in public since 1843,
when, after studying under Joseph
Bonn at Leipzig, he appeared at a con
cert and created a furore. He was then
only 12 years of age. For seven years
he remained in an orchestra, studying
hard meanwhile, and then he went to
Paris and obtained the appointment of
director of concerts, at Weimar. In
1853 he was master of the Chapel Royal
at Hanover, and soon afterward began
his famous tour of Europe, being
everywhere received with the greatest
enthusiasm. In that tour he laid the
foundations of the reputation which has
now become world-wide. In August
1882, he was appointed conductor of
the-R. A. M. In Berlin, and in 1889, on
the fiftieth anniversary of his first pub
lic appearance, he was presented with a.
magnificent violin by his admirers.
Expenses of an Army Officer.
An English army officer who has a
close . acquaintance with .both the
French and German armies has been
endeavoring to arrive at the -average
amount per annum which it, costs a
subaltern In England, France and Ger
many to live in the army. The figures
he gives are:- France, $400; Germany,
$700; England, $lj200. .Jy, :
. Demand for Ventilators
The demand for electric ventilators In
India is ahead of the supply.'