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SEMI" WEEKLY, CXION Estsb. July, 1897. . Consolidated Feb., 1899. COKVAIiLIS, BENTON COUNTY, OREGON, TUESDAY, OCTOBER 22, 1901. GAZETTE Kstab. Dec, 186 VOL. II. NO. 26. The Ooetor'J By Hesba CHAPTER XIII. In one sense time seemed to be stand ing still with me after my home return, so like were the days that followed the one to the other. But in another sense those days fled with awful swiftness, for they were hurrying us both, my mother and me, to a great gulf which would soon, far too soon, lie between as. Every afternoon Julia came to spend an hour or two with my mother; but her arrival was always formally announced, and it was an understood thing that I should immediately . quit the-room, to avoid meeting her. , There was an eti quette in her resentment which I was bound to observe. I had not taken up any of my old pa tients again, for I was determined that everybody should feel that my residence at home was only temporary. But about ten days after my return the following note was brought to me, directed in full to Dr. Martin Dobree: "A lady from England, who is only a visitor in Guernsey, will be much oblig ed by t)r. Martin Dobree calling upon her at, Rose Villa, Vauvert Road. She Is suffering from a slight indisposition; and knowing Dr. Senior by name and reputation, she- would feel great confi dence in the skill of Dr. Senior's friend." I "Wondered fur an instant who the stranger could Le, and how she knew the Seniors ; but as there could be ' no an swer to these queries without visiting the.' lady, I resolved to go. Rose Villa was a house where the rooms were let to visitors during the season, and the Vau vert Road was scarcely . five minutes' walk from our house. Julia was paying her. daily visit to my mother, and I was at a loss for something to do, so I went at Once.-' : ': ' I found a very handsome, fine-looking woman; dark, with hair and eyes as black as a gypsy's, and a clear olive complexion to match. Her forehead was low, but smooth and well shaped; aud the lower part of her face, handsome as it was, was far more developed than the upper. There was not a trace of. refinement about her features; yet the coarseness fit them was but slightly apparent as yet. My new patient did not inspire me with much sympathy;, but she attracted my curiosity, and interested me by the bold style of her beauty. . "Ton Guernsey people are very stiff with strangers, she remarKea, as 1 sat opposite to her, regarding her with that close observation which is permitted to a doctor. . " . . "So the world says," I answered. "Of course 1 am no good judge, for we Guern sey people believe ourselves as perfect as any. class of the human family." "I nave been here a week," she replied, pouting her full crimson lips, "and have not had a chance of speaking a word, ex cfept -to strangers like' myself who don't know -a 801)1. That, then, was the cause of the little indisposition which had obtained me the honor of attending her. ' I indulged my self in a mild sarcasm to that effect, but ilfr Was lost upon her. She gazed at me solemnly with her large black eyeSj which shone like beads. ..-.'. ''?! am really-ill," she said, "but it has nothing to do with not seeing anybody, though thafs dull, There's nothing for me to do but take' a bath in the morning uufi a uriYu lu me aiLeinouu ana go to bed very early ,Good gracious! it's nough to drive me mad!"- ., "Try Jersey," I suggested. . , 7 "No; m not try Jersey," she said.'V "I mean to make my way here. Don't you know anybody, 'doctor, that would take pity on a poor stranger?" "I am sorrytp say ho," I -answered, y - She frowned at that and looked disap pointed. I was about to ask her how she knew the Seniors, 'when she spoke again. . "Do you have many visitors, come td Guernsey late in the autumn, as late as October t she inquired. :sotmany, l answered; " a few may arrive who intend to winter..here."K. "A dear young friend of mine came here last autumn, she said, "alone, as - release. me from the promise she had ex-T-ani, and I' ve been 'wondering "ever, since : ;torted from me when she was in the i ve . been here however she -would- get along amongst such a set of stiff, foraiajy staiJ-omsh . folks.. She' had not money enough for a dafcl . ojr. that .would inakeaj difference, I supposed" ;". "."''''''. '" i "' 'i "Not the ie'a'st, 'I' ' rtpBedr '"if ' your f rtencFcame- -without -any- -introductions." , "What a dreary winter she'd have!", pursue lay patient; with 'a tone 'of exul tation. "She was quite young, and as pretty aJf.a-picturei'-.j AU-,the"youhg men would knoV her, Til be'boumVand you amongst them.Dfc. MlMim.: Any woman . whajsftjt. affright gets, .stared at enough, m bVvSnown agiiin."''.:'1-'" ' " -?Gwiftf 'hrsWom;1fcnW aMy thing iof Olivia? ,1 looked at her more earnestly ...... " - -.. .....J . TTUO UVL U pdOUil A should like Olivia to have anything to do with. ; A; coarse, in-beed bold woman, whose eyes met mine unabashed, and did net';blinl under-my scrutiny.-' Conld she b'JOJlvia's , step-toother, who had been thernii'bf her life? - '-- '- ' . "I'd bet a hundred to one yon know her," she .said,' laughing and showing all her white teeth. - "A girl like her couldn't go about a yttl.e poky place like this with out all the young men knowing her. Per-haps-she left the island, in the spring. -1 have asked at all the drapers' shops, but nobody?!! reeolleets her. I've very good news for her if I could find her a slim, middle-sized girl, with a clear, fair skin and grey eyes' and - hair of a bright brown. Stay, I can show you her photo graph." She put into my hands an exquisite portrait of Olivia, taken in ' Florence. There was an expression of quiet monrn fulness in the face, which touched me to the core of my heart. I could not put it down and speak indifferently about it. My heart beat wildly, and I felt tempted to run off with the treasure and -return no more to this woman. - - .-. "Ah! yon recognize her!" she exclaim ed triumphantly. "I never saw such a person in Guern sey," I answered, looking steadily into her face. A sullen and gloomy expres sion came across it, and she snatched the portrait out of my hand. Ton want to keep it a secret" she fjiletnma Stretton said, "but I defy yon to do it. I am come here to find her, and find her I will. She hasn't drowned herself, and the earth hasn't swallowed her Dp. I've traced her as far as here, and that I tell yon. She crossed in the Southampton boat one dreadfully stormy night last October the only lady passenger and the stew ardess recollects her well She landed here. Vou must know something about her." "I assure you I never saw that girl here," I replied evasively., "What in quiries have you made after her?" "I've inquired here and there and ev erywhere," she said. "I've done nothing else ever since I came. It is of great importance to her, as well as to me, that I should find her. It's a very anxious thing when a girl like that disappears and is never heard of again, all because she has a little difference - with . her friends. If you could help me to find her yon would do her family .a very great service." "Why do you fix upon me?" I inquired. "Why did you not send for one of the resident doctors? I left Guernsey some time ago." "You were here last winter," she said, "and you're a young man, and would no tice her more." "There are other young doctors in Guernsey," I remarked. "Ah, but you've been in London," she answered, "and. I know something of Dr. Senior. When you are in a strange place you catch at any chance of an acquaint ance." - VCome, be candid with me," I said. "Did not Messrs, Scott and Brown send you here?" The suddenness of my question took her off her guard and startled her. She hesi tated, stammered, and finally denied it with more than natural emphasis, "I could take my oath I don't know any such persons," she answered. "I don't know who you mean, or what you mean. . All I want is quite honest. There is a fortune waiting for that poor girl, and I want to take her back to those who love her, and are ready to forgive and forget everything. I feel sure you know something of her. But nobody except me and her other friends have anything to do with it." : . "Well," I said,-rising to take my leave, "all the information A. fan give you is that I never saw such a person here, either last winter or since.- It is quite possible she . went, on, to - JerseyV or to Granville, iwhen the storm was over. That she did not stay in Guernsey I am quite sure;" : r ' ; : , I went away in a fever of anxiety. "L he woman, who was certainly not a lady, had inspired me with a repugnance that I Could not describe. Surely this person could not be related to Olivia! I tried to guess in what relationship to her she. could possibly stand. I felt more chafed than . I had ever done about Olivia's se cret. I tried to satisfy myself with the reflection that I had put Tardif on his guard, and that he would protect her. But that did not set my mind at ease. I never knew a mother, yet who believed that any other woman could nurse her sick child as well as herself; and I could not be persuaded that even" Tardif would shield Olivia from danger and trouble as I could, if I were only allowed the privilege. Yet my promise to Julia bound me to hold no communication with her. . - - . - , ' I had strolled down some of the quieter streets of the town whilst I was turning this affair over in my. mind, and now. as 1 crosseti the end of the Rue Haute, I caught sight of Kate Daltrey -. turning into a milliner's shop.. There was every reasonable probability that she would not come out again soon, for I saw a bon net reached out of the window. If she were gone to buy a bonnet she was safe for; half -an hour,' and Julia would be I alone. I had felt ar strong desire to see Julia ever since I returned home. My mind was made up on the spot. If I .found her in a gentle mood she would ;first heat of her anger and disappoint ment. It was a chance worth trying, - If I -were free to declare to-Olivia my love for her, I should establish a claim, noon htjr fnir confidence, and we could laugh at further difficulties. ; she was of . age, and:., therefore -mistress of herself. Her f riehds, represented by this odious, wom an, ; could, have: nb' legal authority .over ! her. -- I turned shortly up a side street and walked as fast as I could towards the house which was to have been our home. By a bold stroke I might reach Julia's' presence. I rang, and the" maid who an; swered the bell opened wide eyes of as tonishment at seeing me there. I passed by quickly. "I wish to speak to Miss Dobree," I said. Is she in"the drawing room?", "Yes, 'sir," she answered, in a hesitat ing tone. - .-- . - . I waited for nothing more, but knock ed at the drawing room door for myself, and heard Julia call, Come in. CHAPTER XIV. J ulia looked very much the same as she. naa aone that evening when 1 came re luctantly to tell her that my heart was not in her keeping, but belonged to an other. She wore the same kind of fresh, light muslin dress, with ribbons and lace about it, and she sac near the window, with a piece of needlework in her hands yet she was not sewing, and her hands lay listlessly on her lap., A mingled feel ing of sorrow,- pity and shame prevented me from advancing into the room. She looked np to see who was standing in the doorway, and my appearance there evi dently alarmed and distressed her. : " ,- "Martin!" she cried. '. "May I come in and speak to you, Ju lia?" I asked. . "Is my aunt worse?" she inquired hur riedly. - "Are you come to fetch me to her?" "No, no, Julia,"' I said; "my mother .is as well as usual, I hope. But surely you will let me speak to you after all this time?" ' tv.'-v ..-'-:' "It is not a long time," she answered. "Has it not been long to you?" I asked. It seems years to me. All life has changed for me. I had no idea then of my mother s illness. "Nor I, she said, sighing deeply. "If I had known it," I continued, "all this might not have happened. Surely the troubles I shall have to bear must plead with you for me!" "Yes, Martin," she answered; "yea I am very sorry for you." She came forward and offered me her hand but without looking into my face. I saw that she had been crying, for her eyes were red. In a tone of formal po liteness she asked me if I would not sit down. I considered it best to remain standing, as an intimation that I should not trouble her with my presence for long. I had no time to lose, lest Kate Daltrey should come in, and it was a very difficult subject to approach. "We were talking of you to-day, she said at length, in a hurried, and thick voice. "Aunt is in great sorrow about you. It preys npon her day and night that you will be dreadfully alone when she is gone, and and Martin, she wishes to know before she dies that the girl in Sark will 'become your wife." The words struck like a shot upon my ear and brain. What! had Julia and my mother been arranging between them my happiness and Olivia's safety that very afternoon Such- generosity was incred ible. I could not believe I had heard aright. "She has seen the girl," continued Julia, in the same husky tone, "and she is convinced she is no adventuress. Jo hanna says the same. They tell me it is unreasonable and selfish in me to doom you to the dreadful loneliness I feel. - If Aunt Dobree asked me to pluck out my right eye just now, I could not refuse. It is something like that, but I have promised to do it." I release you from every promise you ever made to me, Mar tin." "Julia!" I cried, crossing ta her and bending over her with more love and admiration than I had ever felt before; "this is very noble, very generous." "No," she said, bursting into tears; "I am neither noble nor generous. I do it because I cannot help myself, with aunt's white face looking so imploringly at me. I do not give you up willingly to that girl in Sark. I hope I shall never see her or you for many, many years. Aunt says you will .have no chance of marrying her till you are settled in a practice some where; but you are free to ask her to be your wife. . Aunt wants you to have somebody to love yon and care for you after she is gone, as I should have done." "But you are" generous to consent to it," I said again. ,"'-- "No," she answered, wiping her eyes and lifting up her head; "I thought I was generous; I thought I was a Christian, but it is not easy to be a Christian when one is mortified, and : humbled, and wounded. ; I am a great disappointment to myself; quite as great as you are to me. I fancied myself very superior to what I" am. . I hope you may not be dis appointed in that girl in Sark.". i" , . Her hand was lying on her "lap, and I stooped down and kissed it, seeing on it still the ring I had given her-when we were first engaged. She did not look at me or bid me good-bye, and I Went out of the house, my-1 veins tingling with shame and gladness. I met Captain Carey coming up the street, with a basket of fine grapes in his hand. . He appeared very much amazed. . , "Why, Martin!", he exclaimed, "can you have been to see Julia?" "Yes,'1 I answered. 'J "Reconciled?" he -said, arching his eye brows, which were still dark and bnshy, though his hair was grizzled, . - v "Not exactly," I replied, with a stiff smile exceedingly difficult to force; "noth ing of the sort indeed. Captain, when will you take me across to Sark 1" - "Come, come! none of that, Martin," he said; "you're on honor, you know. You are pledged to poor Julia not to visit Sark again." . - "She has just set me free," I answered; and out of the fullness of my heart I told him all that had just passed between us. His eyes glistened, .though a film came across them which he had to wipe away. "She is a noble girl," he ejaculated; "a fine, generous, noble girl. J really thought she'd break her heart over you at first, but she will come round again now. We will have a run over to Sark to-morrow." I felt myself lifted into a third heaven of delight all that evening. - My mother and I talked of no one but Olivia. The present rapture so completely eclipsed the coming sorrow that I forgot how soon it would be upon me. I remember now that my mother neither by word nor sign suf fered me to be reminded of her illness. She -listened to .my rhapsodies, smiling wHfi' her divine, pathetic smile. .There is 50 love, no love atall, like that of a mother! ; ... --; ' -'' Swiftly we. ran across the next day, with; a soft. wind drifting over the sea and playing upon our faces, and a long furrow lying m the wake of our boat. It was almost low tide when we reached the island. ' I foflnd Tardif's hause com pletely deserted.- The only siga of life was a. family of hens clucking about the fold, ., . . The door jvas not fastened, and I en tered, but there was nobody there." I" stood in the middle of the kitchen and called, but there was no answer. . Olivia's door was ajar, and I .pushed it- a little more open." . There lay books I had lent her on the table, and her velvet slippers were ! on the floor, as if they had only just been taken off. Very worn and'brown were the little slippers, but they reas sured' me she had been wearing them a short time ago. . - : v ' I returned through the- fold. : All. the place seemed left to itself. Tardif's sheep were browsing along the cliffs, and his cows were tethered here and there. At last I caught sight of a head rising' from: behind a crag, the rough shock head of a boy, afld I shouted to him, making a trumpet with my Jiands. - "Where ;is neighbor Tardif V: I called. "Down below there!" he shouted back again, pointing downwards to the Havre Gosselin. I did not wait for any further information, but darted off down the long, steep gullejr to the little strand, where the pebbles were being lapped Hazily by the ripple of the lowering tide. ; Tardif s boat was within a stone's throw, and I saw Olivia sitting in the stern ot it. I shouted again with a vehemence which made them both start. - "Come back, Tardif," I cried, "and take me. with you!" The boat was too far-off for me to si-e how my sudden appearance - affected Olivia. Did she turn white or red at the sound of my voice? By the time it neared the shore and I plunged in knee-deep to meet it. her face was bright with smiles, and her hands were stretched out to help me over tne boat s side. , If Tardif had not been Jiere I should have kissed them both. As it was, I tucked up my wet feet out of reach of her dress and took an oar, unable to utter a word of the gladness I felt. 'Whc-e are you going to? I asked, ad dressing neither of them in particular. 'Tardif was going to row me past the entrance to the Gouliot Caves," answered Olivia, "but we will put it off now. We will return to the shore and hear all your adventures, Dr. Martin. Yon come upon us like a phantom and take an oar in ghostly silence. Are you 'feally, truly there?" .. (To be continued.) , TURKEY AND PARTRIDGE NESTS. Owner of the Turkey Found Them it- tins on a Nest of fc-Kga A peculiar and unprecedented friend ship has been found to exist between a turkey and a partridge near Monti- cello, N. Y. Herm Cooney, who re sides on the shores of Silver lake, has a small flock of turkeys of which he is justly proud. The queen of the flock is an especially fine specimen, and has always proved a perfect domestic mod el, but for a week past she has been acting strangely, leaving home in the morning and not returning until late in the afternoon. Affairs grew gradually worse and finally reached the climax when she did not return home at night. Mr. Cooney, noticing the absence of his prize turkey, organized a search ing party composed of himself and Pat rick Callery, and started out to search the woods. The search had progressed for some time when "they discovered the missing turkey and by its side was a large .partridge. The two were cov ering a large nest and seemed perfect ly contented. - They were scared off, and thirteen partridge eggs and nearly as many turkey eggs were found in the nest. "-. 1 V-; ' J . If the partnership between the turkey and partridge continues to. be agree able, Mr. Cooney intends doing an ex tensive business in partridge and tur key raising next year. J- That New Educational System. -The Speers system of imparting use4 ful knowledge to the young, as exem plified In Chicago, is not a novel one. With modifications, it is the same sys tem used in training performing mon keys and dogs. The learned pig gets his education by the Speers method, and so the system may justly claim to be well grounded. - ' In the Speers system as prepared for the little bipeds of Chicago, the teach er points out on the Speers chart the word "hop." Then the teacher hops and the children hop. The next word is "skip," and the teacher skips and the children .skip. " If ' the next word is "grin," they all grin. If It is "wink" they all wink. It Is fun as ' well as profit, you see especially for the teach er. When it reaches "flip-flap" and "summersault" It becomes more so. "What is that vrord,' George?" says the fond Chicago father to his bright offspring. : "Pronounce it for me, daddy," says the bright offspring. , , " 'Reverse,' " "replies daddy. "Ah, I know," cries Master George, and at once stands on his head. It certainly is a nice system. Thread Used in Surgery. The modern surgeon employs In his work dozens of different kinds ! of thread for sewing up cuts and wounds. Among them are . kangaroo tendons, horsehair, silk and very , fine", silver wire.; Many of these threads are In tended to hold for a certain number of days and then naturally break away The short, tough tendons taken from the kangaroo, which are used for sew ing severe wounds, will hold for about four weeks before they break away, Silk thread will remain much longer, sometimes six months, while the fine silver wire is practically indestructible. With the entire outfit a surgeon is able to select a thread that will last as long as the wound takes to- heal and will then disappear completely. . To accommodate this assortment -"of threads special varieties W3f-; needles are- required. Besides -. the i needle craned in different segments of a cir cle, surgeons use- needles shaped like spears, javelins and bayonet points. Some are as long as bodkins, in a point like a jniniature knife blade. Others have the sharpened end triangular. " "Phtholofrnyrrh," . Spells "Turner." He walked up to the hotel .register and signed his name with- a flourish, "E. K. PhtholognyrrlC : " - "Look : here. Turner," exclaimed the clerk; who knew, him well, "are they hunting for 'you or what? Where do you get that outlandish name?" -"Get back, my boy, get back! You're slow," replied Turner, airily, as he lit a cigar; "that's my same old name writ ten in plain English and pronounced as usual just 'Turner.' - Look at it Of course I do it just to get them all guessing.- " They wonder what nation I am fromr what my name Is. .1 can now hear people talk about me all round. It Is, as I said before, English -spelling.. 'Phth,' there is the sound of t' in "phthisis'; 'olo,' there is the tur in 'Colonel ;"gn,' there is the 'n' in Tgnat; yrrh" is the sound of 'er In 'myrrh. Now, if that doesn't spell 'Turner' what does it spell?" :' v - " 3 ; Hens Not Peeling Well. ; Twelve eggs, sold by a J Brooklyn dairyman had among them- five that were decayed. The purchaser returned them, saying that he wanted the prod uct of healthy nens. "These," said the purchaser, "must have been. laid when the hens were not feeling well." ; - When a woman meets another wom an down 'town, she always screams out In' an excited ,way:. - "Well, what on earth are you doing down town?" ORIGIN OF AMERICAN ARMY. Articles of War Adopted by the Conti nental Comrremn In 1775. In the month of June, 1775, the Conti nental Congress, in session at Phila delphia, passed three important reso lutions, writes General Francis V. Greene in Scribner's. -The first adopt ed and took over as a continental army ;he force.of New England troops which under the lead of Massachusetts, had assembled aUBoston soon after the bat tles of Lexington and Concord; the sec ond ; appointed George Washington general and commander in chief of all the continental forces, raised or to be raised, for the defense of American lib erty;" the third adopted "rules and reg ulations for the government of the lrniy" the articles of war, which, mod ified and amended from time to time. still govern the army and form the ba sis of the military law. - This was the origin of the American army.. In the intervening 120 years nearly 5,000,000 men have worn its uni form; It has conducted with success five great wars, covering a period of seventeen years, and numerous minor campaigns against hostile Indians and Filipino insurgents; it has been - the chief instrument In restoring order and inaugurating civil government after the war with Mexico, the Civil War, and the war with Spain; from its ranks have come eleven of the twenty-four Presidents of the United States, and many huudreds of men occupying the highest civil offices, Governors of States, Senators and Representatives in Congress, Cabinet ministers, ambas sadors and judges of the most import ant courts. - For a people who have never sought war and have only resorted to it when reluctantly forced to do so, the army has filled a large place in our history. RiV. JOSEPH W. CROSS. Earliest Iivins; Gradnats of Harvard University. Rev. Joseph Warren Cross, the earli est living graduate of Harvard College, has just celebrated tie ninety-third an niversary of : h is birth in his com fortable home in Worcester, Mass. Mr. Cross was grad uated from Har vard with the class of 1828. He was born at Bridgewa ter, Mass., in 1808, and 7 was prepared for college by Rev. Pitt Clark at New ton." Soon after his graduation he was married to his first BKV. CBOSS. wife, Mary J. Danforth, who died In 1830. At that time Mr. Cross was prin cipal of Chatham Academy. ' The young Harvard man studied for the ministry in the divinity school of his own uni versity, and also at the Andover Semi nary, and was called to the pastorate of the First Congregational Church of West Boylston, Mass., in 1840. There after he lived for nearly fifty years in one house. He was a member of the State constitution convention in 1853 and of the .legislature in 1873. Al though approaching bis centennial, Mr. -Cross Is active,; clear-headed and in tensely interested In the affairs of the World at large and of the old univer sity of which he is a graduate. " HENRY BATES STODDARD. Recently Elected Grand Master of the - Grand Encampment. Henry Bates Stoddard, who- was elected grand master of the grand en campment of the United States Knights Templar, at the re cent convention at Louisville, Ky., is a native of New York,, having been born '. in Essex County In - 1840. He has, however,' been a res ident of Texas since .his 21st year, and is now living at Bry an. He had scarce- h. b. dtuudakd; ly removed to Texas when he took up arms for thj South, serving throughout the war In tne Confederate army. He was paroled May 15, 18S5, at 'Jackson, Miss.,1 haying risen to the rank of cap tain from a private. Since, that time he has been hi the cotton and cattle business. He is now one of the leading cotton brokers of Texas. In the Texas Volunteer Guard Mr. Stoddard ras a brigadier general from 1885 until 1893. In 1867 Mr. Stoddard was prominent in the relief of the yellow fever stricken in Texas, remaining in the little town of Millican when- there were but three people left who did not have' the dis ease." He also did heroic work at Gal veston during that city's hour of need. He is greatly beloved by his brother knights... v . Hs Explanation. .. "How old are you, Uncle William?" "Well, suh, 1 wuz bo'n in de time er de high win." - - "And yvhen was that?" "Hit wuz esdurin' er de big freshet, suh." - ."And when did that occur?" "Well, suh, hit wuz some time' atter do stars felled; ter knowackly how ol' I is, I wuz bo'n w'en dat oak tree yan- der wuz a small saplln', en lightnin' hit ol' Marse Ben on de head en broke his Jug er liquor." Atlanta Constitu tion. ... r - " .- - ; "- 'The curl tne girls are wearing hang ing down one side, is called "the Janice," after Janice Meredith. A We regret that fiction never evolved a "bald headed hero so that baldness could be called the "Chauncey," or ' "Reginald,' and become the rage. . Men and women waste a lot of valu able time feeling sorry for each other. Folks A Bona- f ar School. Some boys, when they come into school (And some girls, too). I grieve to be obliged to say lhat this is what they do: . They wiggle, And jiggle; They hang their heaas. And giggle; They twitter. And titter; They bounce and flounce And flitter. Whatever thoughts their minds may fill, Xney ve no idea of keeping still. Some boys, when they take up their books (And some girls, too). I weep to be obliged . to say - lhat this is what they do: They batter them, . They tatter them. They crumple, rumple. Scatter them; They scrawl them; And maul them; They snatch and pull And haul them. It makes me very sad to state A school-book's is a wretched fate. St. Nicholas. What Imaarination Will Do. Johnny one day had the toothache, and his face was swollen Just a nttle like this. Pretty soon a friend came In, who spoke of bis swollen fate. Johnny im agined that it must look worse than he thought. A littleyboy, .In passing, said: "Oh, look at that boy's face!" By this time Johnny thought the swelling must be very large indeed. But when his father came home, and said, "Why, Johnny, what's the mat ter with your face?" Johnny felt that the largest part of him must be a swollen jaw. ' The KewarJ. Laura and Bessie Mason were spend ing a week, at Grandma Strong's. Grandma was a sprightly old lady, and although so aged, she did her own work; and almost the last thing Mam ma Mason said when her daughters left her was, "Now, girls, I hope you won't be a care to your grandma! I'm sure If you try you can help her in many ways." The morning after their arrival, when they had finished a hearty breakfast -of broiled chicken and golden corn cakes with delicious syrup from grandma's own maple grove, Bessie said, "Do let us help you do up the work, grandma." Grandma smiled. "I like to wash my china myself," she said, "but I'll tell you, my dears, if you really want to help me, I'd like to have you sweep up the kitchen and dining room every morning. You can take turns at doing it". "Well, let me do It this morning,' then," said Laura. "Bessie is so poky particular about everything that It takes her forever and a day! And I'm in a hurry to run out and play!" : . Laura went vigorously to work too vigorously, perhaps, for she tossed the broom so high, that the dust rose In great clouds and set grandma sneezing and made the yellow cat seek refuge under the stove. He wasn't troubled there, for I must confess that Laura didn't sweep under the stove at all. She slighted other places, too. " She let the big rocking chair stay where it was, and merely swept around It;" she never looked behind the door for bits of lint collected there; not a corner was swept, nor did she stir grandma's foot stooL , : .',,-'. . Grandma Strong did not say a word. however. - She went on washing "her pretty pink and white china, and hum' med her favorite hymn, "A Charge to Keep I Have!" - The next morning it was Bessie's turn. First of all she dusted the chairs and set them In a row out In the entry. Then she took a newspaper and covered, the stand of plants. "Mamma says - plants breathe through their leaves, and it isn't good for them to get dusty J' she remarked. ; r She put a newspaper over the little table on which lay- grandma's work basket and "Saints' Rest." She remov ed from the room the garments hang ing there. Then she began to sweep. taking short, quick strokes. Not a spot was left untouched. All the colliers. behind the lounge, under the stove. Last of all she lifted up grandma's footstool. "Why-ee!" she exclaimed In surprise, stooping and picking up a tiny round yellow something. "Here's money! a real gold dollar!" "Yes," said Grandma Strong, com posedly, though her black eyes twin kled as she looked at Laura. "Yes. Bessie, I put It there yesterday morn ing for some little girl, who, in sweep ing clean, should find " it!" Youth's Companion. Why Not the Milk, Tan.. Little Preston's mother, who was very fond of singing "God Save the Queen," was horrified one day to hear the little fellow shouting:" "God save the milk! God save the milk!", and took him to task about it. "Well, mamma," said Preston, "you are always singing 'God Save the Cream,' and If He doesn't save the milk first there won't be any cream." Thonsht It Warn a Monn, May, aged 3, was watching her moth er knead some dough, which squeaked as the air bubbles were pressed out. "Mamma," queried the little observer, "shall I hit your bread with the poker?" "What for, dear?" asked her mother. " 'Cause," replied May,' "I hear a mousie squealing in It." One on Papa. Willie (aged 5) Papa, didn't you tell me that if I took care of my pennies my dollars would take care of them selves? Papa Yes, my son. Willie Then why didn't your dollars take care of themselves the other day when you lost your pocketbook? WHICH IS THE OLDEST CITY? Tncson, Ariz., Claims the Honor Over &t. Augustine and Santa Fe. Referring to the dispute as to wheth- ki. auguBuuc iu j? lunua ui oil 11 i.i r t; in New Mexico is the oldest city within the confines of the United States, the Albuquerque Citizen brings a new claimant into the field In 'the following paragraph: "Now come a Mr. Hilzinger, who gives the date of settlement of Tucson, Ariz., as 1555, some half a century earlier than the founding of Santa Fe or St. Augustine. He bases his claim upon authentic documents, including a parchment discovered among the rec ords of the old mission of San Xavier, dated 1552, when the settlement was ordered to be established, and attached to which Is an account of the founding of Tucson, written In the hand of Mar cus de Nlza, who explored Arizona." In former references to the disputed claims of St. Augustine and Santa Fe, says the Rocky Mountain News, this paper has always maintained that San ta Fe was the oldest continuously in habited city in the United States. St. Augustine was located by the Spaniards In 1565 and then abandoned. Santa Fe was founded in 1581 and has been con tinuously Inhabited ever since. Its ac tual municipal records beginning in 1604. After the founding of Santa Fe St. Augustine was relocated. The his- toric fact is, therefore, that when Santa Fe was founded there was no St Aug ustine. Judicial candor would accord the claim of age to Santa Fe. - As to the claim in favor of Tucson, there are grave doubts as to its cor rectness. It always has been conced ed that the Spanish expeditions and set tlements after the conquest of Mexico by Cortez extended nothward, reached the Rio Grande at El Paso and thence along that river arrived at Santa Fe. Knttfuwinpntlv rhpfr SAttlpfnpnta ortonil. ed westward across Arizona to south ern California. If this newly discovered document is found to be authentic in Its statements it will become neces sary to revise the history of the South west as it is now accepted. Tne con quest of Mexico by Cortez occurred be tween 1519 and 1525 and it is exceed ingly doubtful that only thirty years later a settlement was made In Arizona. The probability is that the date has be come mixed.' . . r FOUND AN ORIGINAL IDEA. Critical Hearer Gave Credit to a Pla KiarlziUK Preacher. Rev. Dr. B was what Is commonly termed "a popular preacher," not, how ever, by drawing on his own stores, but by the knack which he possessed of appropriating the thoughts and lan guages of the great divines who had gone before him to his own use, and by a skillful splicing and dovetailing of passages so as' to make a whole. For tunately for him those who' composed his audience were not deeply skilled in pulpit lore, and with such be passed for a wonder of erudition. It happened, however, that the doc tor was detected In his literary larce nies. .One Sunday a grave old gentle- T t i i., m .. l . . i i , mail Beuteu iiiuiEseii viuse iu me yuipii. and listened with profound attention. The doctor had scarcely finished his third sentence before the old gentle man said loud enough to be heard by those near him: "That's Sherlock." The doctor frowned, but went on. He had not proceeded much further, when his grave auditor broke out with: "Tfiat's Tillotson." The doctor bit his lips and paused, but again went on. At a third exclamation of "That's Blair" the doctor lost all patience and, leaning over the side of the pulpit, be cried: . "Sir, if you don't hold your tongue you shall be turned out!" - Without altering a muscle the old cynic, looking the doctor full ,In the face,, said, "That's his pwn.".r-Eondoa Tit-Bits. ' African Railway. : , The Uganda Railway is now open to within ninety-five miles of Victoria Njanza. ,
