.WHK.E THE WORLD GOES ON
The hearse was white that yesterday
' Stood for a while before a door; . .
The box was light and small that they
Who were his little playmates bore;
The world goes on gay lovers sing,
The shouts of happy children ring
Out gladly as they did before.
Ah, yes! The world keeps going on,
And people plan and children play.
But some one's dearest hopes are gone.
And some one's heart is torn to-day!
A heavy silence lingers where
Gay laughter used to ring, and there
Are useless toys to put away.
I weep not for the little one
Whose sinless heart shall know no
care
Not for the child whose shouting's done,
Around whose brow the curls are fair
But all my grievous tears shall be
For them, alone, that have to see
The high-chair standing empty there.
Chicago Record-Herald.
X Love's Own Day
H DON'T like to have you go skating
with Fannie Engle."
So said Mrs. Harte to her. daugh
ter May one afternoon late In Febru
ary. "That Is strange, mamma, when you
have always liked Fannie so much,"
pouted May.
"Now, daughter, you know very well
why I do not want you to go with
Fannie," and Mrs. Harte paused and
looked straight at her daughter.
And May did know.
Exactly one month before May Harte
had become engaged to George Noble,
as fine a young man as his name. But
before her engagement she had been
very "sweet," as the girls put It, upon
Fannie Engle's brother Horace, a
young man of poor habits, and It was
on account of Horace that Mrs. Harte
did not wish her betrothed daughter to
go skating with Fannie.
, But May was willful.
"I am sorry," said Mrs. Harte, "that
May acts so. Some time she will go
too far."
That afternoon a messenger boy
came with a letter for May and a large
bouquet of flowers. The letter read:
' "Dearest May I drop you this line
to remind you that we are to go skat
ing this afternoon, and Horace says
to be sure and send you these flowers
with our compliments. He will join us
on the Ice. Lovingly, Fannie."
May read the note and smiled with
pleasure. "Isn't that sweet of Fannie V"
said she.
But her mother sighed. She did not
want May to encourage Fannie or her
brother, for she felt that it would lead
to no good.
.. That afternoon May went skating
with Fannie and her brother, and It
was fully 5 o'clock when she returned.
"I am going to supper with Fannie,"
said she, "and as George was coming
, to Call this evening I shall drop him
a little line to tell him not to call be-
; fore to-morrow."
, Mrs. Harte objected seriously, but
herwlllful daughter was not to be
i turned, so sne let uer go ner own way,
though she felt that it was a mistake
i for May to treat her betrothed in that
J manner.
. : Foolish May! She was actually in.
love with George, but, like many other
'-' girls who have secured a good young
f man, she was capricious and liked to
try his affection. George had noticed
; her capriciousness, but bore it good na-
turedly.
' That evening May sent her note to
George telling him not to call, and then
went to Fannie's house to spend the
I evening.
If May noticed anything strange
about the conduct of Fannie or her
brother that evening, she said nothing,
but afterward she admitted that both
had acted a little strangely.
After supper Fannie suggested that
all three go for a walk, but when they
were ready to start May was surprised
to see a sleigh standing at the front
door. "We are going for a ride Instead
of a walk," whispered Fannie, putting
her arm playfully around May's waist,
"surely, you will not refuse to go with
us, dear?"
Before May knew it they were all
seated In the sleigh and the driver was
rapidly speeding along down the street
toward the main avenue which ran
throdgh the middle of the town.
Scarcely had they gone more than a
block when Fannie put her arm around
May and drew her head down on her
shoulder. "Dear May," said she,
"there Is something Horace and I want
to say to you, and we thought you
would not refuse us."
And then, to her horror and surprise,
Horace Engle began to pour Into her
ear his tale of love and long affection,
while Fannie added a word here and
there.
May, too indignant to reply, put her
.hands to her11 ears to shut out the
sound.
: "Stop, stop!" cried May. "Such dis
honorable talk I never heard. I will
not allow you to speak to me this way.
Remember that I am the affianced wife
of George Noble, as true and good a
man as ever walked, and that I will
not listen to such words." Then turn
ing to her friend, she said, "Fannie, 1
am ashamed of you."
Fannie flushed and stammered, but
her brother said, "That is all very well,
May, but you know 'all's fair In love
and war.' "
Then again Fannie began to coax
May to consider the step which she
might take and make her brother eo
happy, "Horace has promised to turn
over a new leaf if you will marry him."
"Stop this sleigh immediately," al
most shrieked May. "I do not wonder,
Fannie, that you thought It necessary
to bring me away out here to talk to
me In so dishonorable a way. But I
will not listen to It. Stop the sleigh
right away. I shall walk home. It
would be contamination for me to re
main any longer In your presence," she
cried, turning to Horace, with scorn In
her flashing eye.
' Alarmed by her vehemence, Horace
opened the sleigh door and called to
the driver, and the sleigh came to a
standstill, but scarcely before May had
bounded out. "You are a mean, dis
honorable pair, and I shall never speak
'to you again. George" Noble is worth
WHERE SEEDS ARE
SEED THRESHER
Thousands of acres of land in Douglas
County, Nebraska, are devoted to the
raising of garden and field seeds of
many kinds, and the chief industry of
the busy town of Waterloo consists In
finally preparing, assorting, packing
and shipping hundreds of tons of seeds
annually. Shipments are made to all
parts of the United States, to Canada
and Mexico. -
Thirty years ago the lands now de
voted to seed culture could be bought
for $2 an acre. It is situated In the
valley of the Platte, between the Elk
horn and Platte Rivers, was covered
with rank vegetation, and not deemed
THE FINAL HAND-PICKING.
fit for grazing. About ten years ago
some tracts were cleared and drained,
and it was found that the soil, a rich
dark loam with sand, was ideal ground
for the raising of many sorts of seeds.
The Industry has developed, and now
these garden lands sell at from $45 to
$100 an acre, and rent for from $4 to $6
an acre annually.
The pictures here shown are from
photographs made on one of the J. C.
Robinson seed farms and in the ware
house of that gentleman, who is at the
head of one of the great business Inter
ests of that part of Nebraska. The
seed threshing machine is loaded to
a thousand of you," she said to the
shame-faced Horace, as she stood with
downcast eyes upon the walk, "and as
for you, Fannie, the fact that we have
been friends from babyhood keeps me
from saying all the things I might oth
erwise want to say to you. Learn this,
though, If you ever get a man like
George Noble, be sure you treat him
as he ought to be treated. I am sorry
I ever went skating with you."
'Well said!" cried a manly voice be
hind her, and turning, May ran
straight into the arms of George Noble.
And where had George been?
After he had received May's hasty
note that afternoon he read it through
several times; then, after some hesita
tion, he resolved to go and call upon
May anyway. "I can visit her mother
If she is not at home," said he.
So, early In the evening George went
to May's house and spent an hour with
her mother.
Leaving early, he happened to be
passing along the main street, when
his attention was attracted by a sleigh
era HE different manners by which
Mr people meet death are peculiar.
When an engine boiler blows up
without scratching the engineer, and
when the prick from a needle causes
death In a few days, one has reason to
wonder.
Blanche Young, of Wabash, Ind., was
the victim of a needle point. In sewing
she stuck the point deep in her finger,
but continued with her work. The poi
sonous fabrics caused the injured mem
ber to swell terribly. Blood poison de
veloped and she died in agony.
Edgar P. Seeger, a Chicago traveling
man, carelessly picked a pimple, which
appeared on bis face, with a pin at
Ithaca, N. Y., and died shortly from
blood poison.
Within a week the dentist's chair cost
three lives In more or less direct way.
At Sioux City, Iowa, the filling of a
tooth caused a stroke of apoplexy to
Dr. Adelaide E. Kllbourne, and she
died as she was leaving the chair. At
Loyal, Wis., an aching tooth drove Klm
bal J. Berry to a dentist. It was a mo
lar, far back in the jaw, and was so
firmly rooted that In the pulling of it
the jaw bone was fractured. Blood poi
son set in, killing the patient In a few
days. In Chicago the other day- Miss
Mamie Ferry, of Oak Park, died from
fear of the dentist's chair, to which she
was going.
Little Barbara Botbman, of Jackson,
Miss., was the victim of the acorn. She
complained of pains in her side and
was obliged to submit to an operation.
In the appendix the acorn was found,
much enlarged from the heat and moist
ure. The child swallowed it at play.
She died from the operation. "
Lloyd Rogers, of Galesburg,' 111., got
a grain of corn in his trachea and was
seized with a violent fit of coughing
from which he died. .
MaE'TTILM, GfgfXJSJ CATOTBL
GROWN BY TONS.
READY TO START.
"grind" melons." The melons are
hauled to the thresher, and scooped into
the cylinder, which contains two roll
erg close enough together to crush the
rind, yet not Injure the seed. The
crushed mass then slides into a reel,
which is a cylindrical-shaped frame
about twelve feet long, covered with
wire netting, with meshes large enough
to let the seed and pulp through. It
slopes to the rear and Is constantly
turning. The crushed melons are car
ried half-way "up the side, then drop
and gradually work back and fall out
at the lower end, but not before the
seed has beeu thrown through the
screen. The seed and the pulp run out
at the side Into a vat built in the
ground; there the mass lies until the
pulp rots, when It is taken to the river
In barrels to be washed.
The washing apparatus is a screen
about twelve feet long, that can be sub
merged. The barrels are emptied into
It, and by stirring the pulp Is separated
from the seeds, floats on the top, leav
ing the clean white seed below. Next
the seeds are spread on canvas racks to
dry; when dry they are delivered to the
wholesale bouse.
The work of preparing them for mar
ket is only half done. Next comes the
milling, that separates the light seed
and particles of the rind or hulls that
may have remained. After this comes
grading or separating. The seeds are
floated over a screen, the smaller or sec
ond-class seeds falling through, the
larger being carried on, and lastly
comes the hand-picking, as shown in
the picture. This is facilitated by a sim
ple contrivance, worked by a treadle.
The seeds are put in a hopper and run
over a small shaker In the bottom.
which scatters them on an endless can
vas belt, about one and one-half feet
long and six inches wide, run on two
rollers. The good seeds drop from this
into a basket; the bad and different
varieties are picked out and put into
pockets on both sides of the belt and
run Into a sack. The seeds are then
ready for shipment.
which drew up at the curb, while two
ladies and a gentleman alighted. Some
thing about one of them seemed
strangely familiar, and he took a step
nearer to find out that it was May.
On the way home May confessed all
to George, except Horace's base part
In the evening's work, but she told him
enough to give him to understand that
he had a .faithful little fiancee In May
Harte, and that hereafter she would
not go skating with young' ladies who
had brothers.
So May blessed the day, after all,
for It taught her to value true love
when she found it. St. Louis Star.
Uninhabited Islands.
Between Madagascar and the coast
of India there are about 16,000 islands
only 600 of which are Inhabited, but
most of which are capable of support
ing a population.
The popularity of lazy people is
great discouragement to the Industri
ous.
Edward Fisher, of Rockford, 111., was
eating peanuts when one of them lo
cated in his windpipe, choking him to
death.
Joseph Carter hit Edward Campbell
over the heart with his fist in a friendly
scuffle and he died instantly. This oc
curred In Baltimore.
In South Chicago the other day the
axle of a baby carriage suddenly broke
while Mrs. Mary Moran, of 8852 Buf
falo avenue, was out wheeling her 11-months-old
boy. The collapse was so
sudden that the mother could not save
the child, which was thrown to the
pavement, fracturing its skull. Ordi
narily, such an accident scarcely would
make a healthy baby cry.
Charles H. Ormond, of Milwaukee,
was treating a horse that was in agony
and In leaning over the animal to ad
just a rope around its hoof, the touch
of the doctor's hand caused the nerv
ous animal to strike out with its hoof,
striking the man in the forehead, kill
ing him almost instantly..
David Gregg, of Salt Lake City, al
most bled to death the other evening
without knowing it. He accidentally
thrust both hands through a plate glass
window, but did not mind it. Later he
felt a stinging sensation in his bands
and fainted. It was found that two
arteries had been severed, one requiring
nine stitches and the other six, before
the flow of blood could be checked. In
these last few days, however, no other
class of accidents has compared in
fatalities to the accidents in the hunt
ing fields. Scores of men have been
killed or injured while deer hunting.
When one also considers the large
number of sick people who have taken
poison for medicine In dark rooms the
list of these peculiar fatalities will be
PINES FOR HER DEAD.
MRS. M'KINLEY CRUSHED UNDER
HER GREAT SORROW.
President's Widow Fpeuds Her Days
TbinkioK Oaly of the Paat and Await
ins the Mctienger of Death Life
Has No Interest for Hen
The saddest woman in all the land to
day is its former happy "first lady,"
Mrs. McKinley, who in the sorrowful
atmosphere of her home on North
Market street. Canton, Is pathetically
solving the poet's problem of "living
on earth with her heart in the grave."
For her the world, as she formerly
knew it and had lived In it, is no more.
Its sunshine and its joys, Its pleasures
and its allurements, its ambitions and
its glories make no appeal to her. The
sun of her life has set extinguished
by the infamous deed In Buffalo's Tem
ple of Music and she sits in the dark
ness thinking of past ' splendors and
happy joys and bathing her soul in the
reflected rays of memory. Her world
Is now her home and the cemetery;
Westlawn Cemetery, where In the fam
ily plot her two children lie and the
vault where soldiers stand sentinel over
the dust of her hero and idol and the
nation's martyr.
Throughout her life, from the time
when as Ida Saxton she pledged her
faith to William McKinley, she was
wrapped up in him. While inspiring
him with her own sublime faith in his
abilities and In heaven, she learned,
on account of physical feebleness, to
lean upon him and they grew up In
happy, wedded life In as close a com
panionship of spirit as the ivy and the
oak. The oak is now fallen and the
Ivy is bent and torn, deprived of Its
support.
In the North Market street house
Mrs.- McKinley is reminded at every
turn of the sorrow that shouds her
life. When her husband was living he
was by her side whenever her condition
warranted his presence. No matter how
heavy might be the cares of State he
found time to read to her, and every
day before dinner the family Bible was
opened and a selection was read. But
these thoughtful ministrations are hers
no more to enjoy, and she turns from
the kind offices which others would
pay to commune with the dead.
After the President's funeral It was
Mjs. McKinley's custom to go daily to
the vault and sit for a time by the cas
ket. A rocking chair was placed there
for her accommodation, and a strip of
carpet was spread on the floor, lest the
dampness might injure her health. Her
friends feared that these visitations
might induce cold and more serious
consequent sickness, and recently their
Importunities prevailed to this extent
that Mrs. McKinley is now satisfied to
drive to the tomb, whose gloomy walls
and dark recesses her earnest, pleading
eyes seem to pierce. From the tomb she
turns to the family plat where her
children lie and then sne returns to her
home, where ever before her eyes Is the
memory of two children stricken in in:
fancy and the image of him, cut down
like a flower in the' zenith of his powers
and usefulness, and at the height of his
political fame.
She has no desire in life now save to
die and be with him. This feeling she
expressed soon after the funeral and
the same feeling burns in her longings
still. To those around her she speaks
little. She sits silent, contemplative,
with fixed eyes and pathetic face, her
thoughts being, ever on him who is
1 M'KINLE'3 TOMB AT CANTON.
gone. Her sister, Mrs. Barber, con
stantly attends' her, but the most as
siduous care cannot recall her mind
from her own and the nation's supreme
tragedy.
She has lost all interest In the little
domestic labors that formerly enabled
her to forget that she was an invalid.
It was her custom to embroider and to
knit slippers and turn out many other
kinds of handiwork. These little ar
ticles she used to give to her friends as
presents. Sometimes they went to
bazars when money was being raised
for charity. But she knits and em
broiders no more. The pastime so long
delightful to her no longer appeals. All
her thoughts are attuned to one heart
chord and that vibrates only to the
memory touch of William McKinley.
Similarly, in former times, Mrs. Mc
Kinley loved music and was as happy
as a school girl in the midst of little
family functions and the quiet enter
tainments furnished by her friends. But
these, too, are of the past She no
longer cares for them. It is doubtful if
she ever thinks of them. Her mind has
but one subject and that subject ab
sorbs all her thoughts, waking and
sleeping.
As to her physical health, she is as
well now as at any time in many
years. That is, she is in her normal
state of invalidism. But it is not her
mere physical condition thai gives the
most anxiety. Some day it Is feared
the awful load of sorrow that weighs
upon her mind will prove too heavy
and her life will go out at the same
time. Hers indeed is a melancholy, pa
thetic widowhood. Her frail body sub
mits to the encroachments of time, but
her heart Is divorced from It and lies
buried in the grave.
She Rules Manchester.
A recent guest at Tandagaree, the
country seat of the duke of Manches
ter, was taken by the young duke into
a large room, which was fitted up as
a nursery. The room was filled with
toys of all sorts. Here were soldiers
and hobby horses and the playthings of
a boy, and here, again, dolls and doll
houses and the various gew-gaws and
baubles which Interest little girls. The
young duke who is not credited with
much sentiment, said to his guest that
the room had been the nursery of him
self and his twin sisters, both now
dead. He kept it just as it was, with
the toys scattered over the floor, as the
three children had left them years ago.
He is alone surviving.
' No one takes more interest in this
room than his American wife, who al
ways refers to this trait in her hus
band's character as one of the most
lovable. From those who know ths
couple and who have seen them thif
year, it is learned that the little duch
ess has absolute control over her hus
band, and that he obeys her as a child
would an elder person. Her influence
on him has been wonderful, and he
has now settled down to a quiet domes
tic life. Occasionally the old desire to
be a bohemain is revived, says the
New York Times, but his wife watch
es him very carefully and makes him
give a good account of himself, which
he never fails to do. " .
Monuments to Ministers.
Mr. Gladstone is the sixth Prime
Minister since Chatham to receive the
recognition of a public monument. The
other Prime Ministers similarly hon
ored were Pitt, Perceval, Palmerston
and Beaconsfield.
Nothing In a newspaper can possibly
Interest .a girl with a party on the
brain.
A WOMAN AND A MAN.
INCIDENT THAT OCCURRED ON
A STREET CAR.
She Lectured Him Because He Did
Not Rise and Give Her His Seat
Might Have Felt Ashamed, but
Didn't Seem To.
She was of an intermediate age
which cleans about 50 and some odd
very sharp-featured and distinctly pet
ulant looking. She looked as if she
might bestow the bulk of her affection
upon a couple of aged cats and par
rots. She boarded an uptown 14th street
car at 15th street and New York ave
nue the other afternoon. There wasn't
a vacant seat in sight They were all.
except one, occupied by women, who,
strangely enough, were actually press
ed quite close together, contrary to the
usual feminine scheme of spreading out
skirts and bundles so as to take up
suflicient room for two or three sit
ters. The one man seated In the car
was a sturdy,, smooth-faced individual,
dressed in black. His seat was near
the door.
The sharp-featured woman gazed fix
edly at him as she reached for a strap.
However, he appeared to be interested
in the view through the opposite win
dow, arid he didn't notice her fixed
stare.
'Huh!" said the woman with the
sharp features, as the car started
ahead. And as she said it she gazed
at the man in black as if he belonged
to a hitherto uncatalogued species of
fuzzy caterpillar.
However, the sturdy man in black
didn't see her at all, nor did he appear
to hear her. He pulled an evening pa
per from his coat pocket, spread it out
and began to read.
'The manners of some folks!" ejacu
lated the sharp-featured woman, glar
ing square at the man in black; who.
however, was obviously quite enwrap
ped with the news of the day.
"Huh! Big lummoxes that sprawl
around in seats and let ladies stand
up!" muttered the woman who didn't
belie her petulant looks. "
The solitary male passenger smiled at
a joke that caught his eye at the bot
tom of the newspaper page, and as
suredly did not see her.
"It's mighty little raisin' some people
've had!" went on the sharp-featured
woman, as If addressing all hands in
the car and most of the women in the
car were snickering by this time. "I
never seen the like, so I didn't!"
The man in black turned over to the
Schley case In his newspaper and
yawned slightly.
"Much some Ill-mannered creatures
care, so long as they can spraddle their
lazy, good-f'r-nothin' bones around in
comfort," went on the sharp-featured
woman as the car rounded Thomas cir
cle.
"Some folks are so deef and dumb
that they can't never take a hint," she
continued, after a pause.
The man in black yawned cavernous-
ly over the court of inquiry testimony,
as well he might, yet he didn't seem
to be in anywise aware of the contin
gency of the petulant woman.
At length, as the car was passing R
street she couldn't stand his callous In
difference any longer. She leaned over
the man in black, and as she did so he
looked at her for the first time, with
a surprised expression.
"Did you ever see a man give his seat
to a lady where you came from, wher
ever that is?" she asked the sturdy-
looking man in black.
The man reddened and rose from his
seat with great difficulty, supporting
himself heavily on a cane.
"It was always my custom, madam.
to surrender my seat in cars for ladies
until I met with an accident which
has rendered me permanently Infirm,1
he said, signaling to the conductor to
stop the car. The sharp-faced woman
plumped herself into his seat and then
the man In black walked painfully to
the rear platform. One of his legs
was of cork. The other women, per
ceiving this, looked sympathetically
toward him as he was helped off the
car by the conductor and then scowled
at the sharp-faced woman. But she
didn't appear to be bothered, says the
Washington Star, and returned scowl
for scowl.
SEVEN DAYS FULL OF DANGER.
Queer Statistics that Show an Evil
Week in Every Month.
An ancient soothsayer said to im
perlal Caesar: "Beware the ides of
March."
But If the theory of Dr. Granville
Macleod, of South Chicago, is correct
the modern advisor can say: "Beware
the 20th to the 26th of every month.'
Dr. Macleod's assertion seems to be
verified by statistics taken from the
records of railroad companies, iron
works, grain elevators, boiler works.
hospitals, and many establishments em
ploying large forces of men, as well as
the books of the coroner s office.
Reference to the records of the Cook
County Hospital for each month for the
past five years shows an average of
ninety-five cases of injuries by accident
a month. Out of this total sixty-five
occurred during the "fatal" period.
. The coroner's office shows a more
startling confirmation of the doctor's
theory. About 65 per cent", or nearly
two-thirds of the deaths by accidents
and other causes requiring official in
vestigation occur between the 20th and
the 26th of each month.
Of the days of the week occurring in
this "fatal" period Saturdays and Mon
days appear to come particularly under
the malign influence. This may be par
tially explained from the fact that a
great many of the laboring class are
paid on Saturday, and many accidents
result from Intemperance. As an old
newspaper man said, "Saturday means
pay day. pay day means booze, booze
means trouble, and trouble means
news." - .: -- 7. V:
"Professor R. A. McQueen, now of
Kansas City, but for many years a resi
dent of India, and a close student of the
Brahmin religian, theosophy, and oc-ult
sciences, says that the priests In the
Brahmin temples have had the theory
for years that at 'this particular period i
of the month the serpent , made his ap -
pearance in the garden, of Eden and
tempted Eve, with the result that man
fell from the favor of God, and ever
since then this particular time has been
regarded as especially unlucky.
LONDON'S DOCTOR FOR BIRDS.
Makes a Specialty of It and Is Bust
-
All the Time.
Birds are subject to disease quite as
much as human beings. Phthisis car
ries off many a parrot and pet canaries
are very subject to enteric. Treating
these ailments and performing minor
surgical operations upon feathered pa
tlonts keeps at least one London bird
doctor busy most of the time. The
methods by which he operates are
given In the Strand Magazine.
One of the refractory patients treated
was a parrot suffering from a horny
growth over one of its nostrils. Its
struggles were absolutely terrific, and
In the end it had to be wrapped in twine
to prevent wing flapping.
Canaries, being naturally fragile and
nearly always delicate in the climate
of Geat Bitaln, are a class of patients
to which the bird doctor gives special
study and attention. They form, as a
rule, the larger portion of his clientele.
for, as drawing-room pets, they are by
far the greatest favorites of the winged
world. The treatment accorded them
has to be of the most delicate descrip
tion, while the handling of their bodies
for various ailments is in itself an oper
ation demanding the utmost care, as an
inadvertent squeeze might cause their
death. The affection showered by own
ers of canaries upon their little pets is
often quite touching, many ladies mak
ing it a stipulation that they are present
while any necessary operation is being
carried out. Tears are shed freely, on
such occasions, and joy becomes mani
fest as soon as the poor little birdies are
pronounced "out of danger."
TRUCKMAN AND MOTORMAN.
The Former's Politeness Was Too Much
for the Policeman.
In the old days, before the cable and
electric cars, and when horse cars, ran
on Broadway, truckmen practically
ruled the street, and did not pay the
slightest heed to remarks from the car
drivers requesting them more or less
(rather more) emphatically to get out
of the way, until they decided that
they were ready to do so. When the
cable and finally the electric cars came
in the truckmen became a little more
careful, for a very few encounters with
the cars showed them that their trucks
could be knocked Into kindling wood
in a few minutes. Nowadays they get
out of the way fairly expeditiously if
grudgingly, but such an exchange of
amenities as was heard the other day
between truckman and motormau is a
record, says the New York Mail and
Express.
It was on Duane street, and a heavy
truck was keepiug back a car. The mo
tormau clanged his bell loudly, and the
driver of the truck turned around and
said:
"If you will wait until we reach the
next corner I shall be very glad to get
out of your way."
"Thank you very much," answered
the motorman. "You are most oblig
ing." "Gosh!" said the policeman on the
crossing.
Bridge Hunting Pigeons.
Those who visit Fort George, and
who yield to a very natural impulse to
have a look at what is going on down
on the Speeedway, are apt to have their
attention drawn by a sound of many
fluttering wings as they descend the'
steep paths and stairways close beside
the Washington Bridge. The wings be
long to runaway pigeons from near-by
private cotes, the birds making their
new found home in the bridge's stone
abutments and the iron arches.
The pigeons are there summer and
winter lay eggs there and hatch their
young, xiiey live in me iiiueutauons
which have been left In the masonry
to prevent the sweating of the rock.
These indentations provide the coziest
sort of homes for them, just big enogh
for two. When the fledgelings are
strong and able to fly they soon find
mates, and also crevices somewhere
in the rocks of the bridge to set up
housekeeping on their own account
For Army Horses.
Thanks to the invention of an in
genious Yankee, army , horses in the
Philippines and in South Africa, are
now enjoying the form, if not the sub
stance, of a kind of confectionery. It
It known as a "hay lozenge," and owe
its existence to the necessity of provid
ing easy transportation for food in a
country wnere tne roaas are oau. aay
in bales cannot be carried on horse
back, for reasons that need not be men
tioned, but the hay lozenge may readily
be carried. To make the lozenge, hay
is compressed by machinery into disks
from 12 to 18 inches in diameter, and
2 inches in thickness. The disks are
packed in rolls just as candy lozenges
are, and are hung from the horse's back
in slings, one sling on each side.. A
single disk, when cut open and loos
ened, makes a "good square meal" for
a horse or a mule.
Sitting-Room Drama.
"Who comes there?" called little Wil
lie, the sentry, in threatening tones, as
he brought his deadly wooden gun Into
shooting position.
"A friend!" answered little Tommie
from behind the rocking chair.
"Advance and give the countersign,"
hissed the sentry, "or I'll shoot your
head off." .
An ominous silence followed this ter
rible threat, then Tommie said plain
tively: "I've f ergot It"
"Yon can't remember nuthlD'," ex
claimed Willie in disgust throwing
down his gun. "Cum over here an" I'll
whisper it to yer ag'In." Ohio State
JournaL '
Cheap Living.
Millions of men in India live, marry
and rear apparently healthy children
upon an Income of 50 cents a week,
and sometimes it falls below that
Result ot .World's Fair.
It has been found In world's fairs
lasting six months that nearly three
fourths of the attendance occurs in the
last three months. .
Some people are natural born artists
at drawing conclusion..
1 If the new raglan coats fit, why they
, don't fit.
greatly swelled. y'"