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About Corvallis gazette. (Corvallis, Benton County, Or.) 1900-1909 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 24, 1902)
THE SONGS. I wonder in what distant place Sweet "Annie Itooney" still is heard, Where "Daisy Bell" has hid her face. Where "Doris" tells of hope deferred? If still some tender chord is stirred By "Henrietta,'' blithe and gay, JVho never at a feast demurred? Where are the songs of yesterday? If, in some dusky, moonlit space, "O Promise Me" is gently purred By some old tabby, whose embrace Was never asked a heart to gird? And, with barbaric accent slurred. In some strange country, far away. If "Tommy Atkins " cause is spurred? Where are the songs of yesterday? And where lives in its ancient grace, "Love's Old Sweet Song," by Time unblurred? Where does "Ben Bolt" his thoughts re trace To feed on sorrow's whey and curd 7 Doc-s "Only Me" still beg a word. Has "Golden Hair" turned to gray, Does "Nancy" mourn her vanished bird? Where are the songs of yesterday? ENVOY. Princes, whose loyalty has erred To these, who wore in turn the bay The sad, the joyful, the absurd Where are the songs of yesterday? Life. 1 ! "KIDDY." ? Ull HUIlllHH HM-j rtOU had better let me ride to VV frviii. and take that money to the bank; there are ugly rumors abroad concerning 'Lord Jim ana nis band. Three times within a fortnignt a lonely settler's shanty has been 'rushed' by these gentlemen, and the third was at 'Miner's Corner,' not twen ty miles from here! Besides, you ought not to expose your wife and Kiddy to an Invasion of that kind; the fright would be enough to kill a nerv ous girl like Lucy!" The speaker. Jack Hartley, was a tall, sunburnt young man, brother to the owner of "The Bungalow," a newly erected, low-roofed house, to which some four years back the latter had brought his young bride. After months of hard work and many a disappointment, the grounds surrounding the house had been re claimed from the bush by the young fellow, who, like many another, having found it impossible to make" a "decent living in his native land, had decided, on receipt of a small legacy from a maiden aunt, to try his luck at cattle rearing and sheep-breeding in Austra lia. For once fickle fortune, less blind than usual, was in a generous mood, and, after a few years of hard work and ceaseless efforts.. Ned Hartley found himself sufficiently well off to marry the "girl he had left behind him," and to bring her to a home which he had literally built for her with his own hands. In the course of the following year a son was born, and "Kiddy," as he was called by rela tives and friends, soon became a very Important member of the small com munity. Jack Hartley, Ned's younger brother and Kiddy's most devoted "before them stood a man.' slave, had been a resident In "The Bun enlow" about six months. "Nonsense. Jack! When you have been a little longer among us you will not be so ready to believe all the ru mors that are spread among the 'hands.' And then, you see, I received the six hundred pounds from Barton only last night, and no one with the exception of Lucy, you, and myself can have the slightest notion that such a sum of money is In my possession. Lucy has been ailing iately, and I promised to take her to Melbourne as soon as I could spare the time and money. Now the shearing Is over, I mean her to take the holiday with the Kiddy and myself. I know you will look after things for me, old man. Now don't wear such a worried look! It doesn't suit your style of beauty half as well as your elegant sombrero and cloak, not to speak of that six-shooter I see In your belt! Going for a ride? Well, ta-ta. see you by-and-by!" Jack did not seem much convinced by his brother's arguments and ban tering manner. The "rumors he had heard were alarming; there was no doubt that the desperado and ex-convict known as "Lord Jim" had been seen In the neighborhood and that dar ing attacks had been made on solitary settlers. "Still." thought the young man. "the results might have been ex aggerated, and after all Ned Is not likely to run any unnecessary risks. However, I will ride as far as 'The Copse,' and bring Sergeant Gilpin and a couple of his men back with me. Ex tra precaution can do no harm." ' As he was about to mount his horse a shrill voice called out: "Uncle Jack, Uncle Jack, take me with you! Kiddy wants a ride on your big horse! Walt for me!" "Never mind. Kiddy," called out Jack, "you can't come out with me to day, you know; it's your bed-time. Isn't it? Besides, people don't go for rides In night-dress! There, don't cry; you shall fire uncle's revolver all by yourself, see And, having assured himself that the revolver was unloaded. Jack proceed ed to instruct the child In the art of aiming, pulling the trigger, etc., and a wild romp succeeded, in which Imagin ary wild beasts were "killed dead." the said wild beasts being represented by himself, running on all fours, and LIFE OF A TEACHER IN PHILIPPINES J YOUNG lady who is teaching school in the Philippines, writes hriirhtlv and entertainingly or some conditions there, in the following paragraphs: wo hnvo lust moved the girl's scnooi in Dagupan into a new building, a pri vate native house, nirea tor me yui pose But we chose the date of mov ing badly, for it is the beginning of the fiesta, and the cock-fighting will last two weeks. It will be Impossible during that time to get any one to do a day's work for us. The benches are too long for the rooms and we will not be able to get a carpenter to saw them off or any one to put the blackboards in place. We are so near the cockpits that the noise is deafening. School has to be carried on largely by signs. The cocks crow continually, the swarming children shriek and cry and the women are forever pounding rice. In going to school we have to cross the river in a banca. It is nothing more than a log hollowed out, in which we crouch at the bottom and are paddled across by a small Filipino boy. The islands swarm with Insects of all kinds. Ants are most plentiful and most troublesome. As I am writing, the "tickeys," as the children call them, or little lizards, dart across my writing table and catch the bugs that fall around the lamp. Several times liz ards have fallen from the ceiling on to my neck. Now and then It is a centi pede that annoys. Cockroaches are GOING TO everywhere. One feels like standing and holding one's umbrella and hat all the time, that the cockroaches may not riddle them before they are used again. They will eat the stamps off letters if they are not hurried into tne man pouches. Birds are the principal playthings 01 the native children. There are several kinds no larger than humming birds that are often to be seen tied by a thread to a stick or to the hand by Tom, the retriever, who, entering fully Into the spirit of the game, wouia stand quite still while Kiddy, labori ously aiming the harmless weapon at him, called out in his clear treDie voice. Shoot! Bane! Fire!" THIS was tne signal for the wild beast" to f all down. Kiddy's delight at this hew game was XV1UV1J D uciiftu. v o I , ji . r.,i irhon : at Inst . .Tnrk. OOUUU1CBS, OUU ttuv- . ' i thiooo with tho exertion of his re- uicaiun00 " oeated death struggles, aeciareu uiai . . , 1 J .5 it Was time for mm to- De ou, aim ie- took possession of his revolver, the child sobbed. "Klddy wants the gun! Kiddy wants , i. ivixri Vocw nnkinrl nn- tO SDOOI. cvij'uvvaj. """V cle! Give me the gun! Give me the gU-U-U-Unl ne Criea. By this time his uncle had mounted his horse and, with a wave of the hand rode away, wnne oiaster iiuuy antiirod hv his mother, a cen- VY u.j 1 V " " - - - w tie, delicate-looking girl, ana arter a prolonged struggle, was finally dis posed of in his little bed. - m i inin tTa TTart1oTr onrl fifa i Wv LHJ UI O latci v. va alui j wife were sitting out on the verandah, he smoking a short pipe, Lucy slowly rocking herself to and fro and now and ii i,.!n 'licki'ciilf tn enmo n dpi! u- int. u ayyj iug uvi ov.i work. They had been discussing their plans . . 1 1 .. . . Inll.nil .1 tl . I Affon.flofoi LOT mc luug-iomiu "-" red trip to Melbourne, and there was anything ana everytning to get away from this eternal, monotonous bush!" XV LI LI Y ltii a cufe" ww, .u.v her husband's shoulder. "Nothing will prevent us this time, dear; unless" with a short laugh "Jack s croakings snouia take definite shape unless, in short, we should be TafV's rrnnRinsrs snouia taKe aennite " " - 11T1I099 In shnrt. wn shmilrl lu """ mshei and the money taken. Then there would be no trip for us this ........ Tr nr nnv raiei "Don't!" she exclaimed, looking fear- fully around her. ''It could not hap- pen! I cannot think that .The sentence was unfinished. Before them stood a man who "had seem ngly Ui VJ I wtjvi iiu Li uunucic ivu uiicn himself in front of his wife. The stranger was attired In shabby corduroy breeches and a tattered wool len shirt, the color of which might have been once blue; tall cowhide boots en cased his feet and legs; In one hand he held with mock politeness an apolo gy for a hat In the other, pointed straight at Ned's head, was a murderous-looking six-shooter. "Sorry to Interrupt the billing and cooing, but might I trouble you to hand over to me that six hundred pounds you received last night from Barton's? StoD! No humbuir hands up!" the drawling voice changed into U eillill ivni. t v. 1 uiiuu juur wife: I'll look after, her." Poor Lucy had fainted and was lying in a heap on the floor of the verandah. "You walk in front of me and show me where you put the swag; make an at tempt to get ct your 'iron' or to call for help and I'll shoot you like a dog!" There was no help for It Ned, his face contracted with rage and hopeless misery, led the ruffian Into his room, where, in a little cot Kiddy, fast asleep, was smiling In his dreams. In a small cupboard which Ned had built Into the wall by the side of the oea lay me result 01 uiu jears uaru work and privations the money that t..tIOttlltttftf- A GIBUS SCHOOL. some baby. They do not live long after they are captured and sometimes a baby will still be dragging a poor little feathered thing about even after it is dead. Once I had a present of three of these little birds, but they were all dead within twenty-four hours. When I next received a like present I walked to the school house window and let it go. I also had given to me three little parrots, beauti ful red and green birds about six inch es long, but these, too. after a few days, I freed. The children bestow flowers and fruit on their teachers. Sometimes they make little baskets of bamboo and wind them with red, white w o- -Of SCHOOL. and blue worsteds and make tassels of the yarn. These they fill on the out side with paper flowers and the inside with real ones. The - school children will also buy and bring with great eagerness any little cheap ornament to their teachers. Sometimes we take trips on horse back. There are no side saddles and we ride astride. The horses are very small and easy to mount There Is only one fear that our feet may drag was to have brought back health and happiness to Lucy. In silence he handed the bag and notes to the ruffian, who, still keeping Ned covered with his weapon, forced him back to the verandah. "Now. mate, having called upon you just about supper-time, it wouldjaotjbe manners for "me to dertart before I've - - . hnd the nlensnre of sharinsr the familv meal!" Lord Jim remarked in pitiless. i mucinug wura. mu;o tumaiiji 1 nlAnnnn4- n-rrnn nrli rn 4 . nr n ui wiija yieiioiim, cycu nucu mcj in a faint! How long does this young lady generally stay in hers?" with a grim chuckle. "Not having the felicity nf holntr mnrried myself. I am not ac- v. 9 ' - quainted with the means of restoring juimg aim odion.,; .mw.io w senses! Perhaps a kiss might do it!" As the brute approached his wife wun me mituiiuu ui lummug m vnc threat Ned. with a yen or rury. re- ' gardless or consequences, unarmea as he was, threw himself upon the ruf fian. Surprised by the sudden and , i i .. -r a ti tunexpectea onsmugut, xjuru jiui Viia won nnn Tchinh rnl Ion n V4i v;j;v ' few feet away from the two comba- tants. Each then endeavored with all his might and main to throw down his nvaranrT n n fl tnkf noRRessinn nf it - ciui.. " j Physically the men were well match- ed, but slowly "Lord Jim" was getting 41. ..nnnn hntlfl AJlrl'o hlVOth OflTTlA In m Uijyci " - short gasps. He knew that now it was graauany squeezing tne lire out or tne j young man's body, when a burst of v. JL1 1 tta iou iauguii Diui mvu vaiw iiiw v -- ltants. There, his white nightshirt gathered other end of the pen. That Is exactly by men of country Dirtn ana coun ry J mirror This morn up in his chubby hands, his curls still where the drivers and knockers want rearing, for they usually start out with his attention to the -error : This morn- , , ,. j 1.1. moist, uis cueen uusueu iiuui uo uioi . ' . --.1. i sleep, ana nis iittie naseu icei tsiuiup- . . -.u ln my grouuu iu w iiu titiiemtui, trirhLr - , stood Kiddy! , .... . , .. , j tlttk sl!rht nf ,lia fathpr nn(1 the tm noise naa aistuiDeu mm. uuu , man playing at wrestling. like he and Uncle Jack often md caused hlm tfce 1WelleBt satlsfactlon; he clapped ; . hand3 as he ht sI ht of the revolver, for the nossession of which each of these two men would have given anything. "Daddy big lion, genpelman tiger," he shouted. "Kiddy shoot big lion!" and he grabbed the revolver eagerly. Ned saw that the child field tne means of deliverance or death in his hands, and he rallied his waning strength. "Shoot the tiger first Kiddy V he cried. "No. lion first!" shouted the child, the spirit of contradiction awakening within him. "No. no, the tiger first darling," Ned repeated, "and daddy will buy you a gun all to yourself!" Something In his father's manner ap nealed to the child. Fearlessly he crept near the men, and deliberately putting the muzzle of the shooter to the head of "Lord Jim," whom Ned in a supreme effort was holding down, the child said: "Shoot! Bang! Fire!" A sharp report, a scream from the surprised child, and "Lord Jim" had gone to his account Ked and his wife and Kiddy had uieir uuuuaj m J Family Herald. their holiday at Melbourne after alL DO NOT SCOLD. Women of that Temper Are Disagree able to Alt and Usually UnHappy No one is -so disagreeable as the habitual scold, who to continually crit icising and finding fault with those who surround her in daily life. Sons, daughters and husbands have been driven away from home because of her, and thousands fall Into dangerous temptations." The scold sows seeds which bear a rich harvest for the sa loon and clubrooms, says a writer in the Pittsburg Press. . All women in authority, be it at the head of a home or a business depart ment, should study consideration of other people's feelings. The common scold or the continual fault-finder DfUlU W tutj luuwuut" I perhaps the most disagreeable person in the world, not only unnappy nerseii, but making others so. ' Scolding, in one light. Is really an owiinnKahmont that is. when used 1 for the proper correction of servants and children. If you feel cauea upon to deliver a rebuke to a servant make ' it clear to tnat onenaer mat your m- , is ia;flut. navar lnsn rnnr yiCllDUlC IB juauucui ' r , temper, but be calm and dignified, for remember that your bearing has much - ... - - . . 1 a. . Hwn remember that your bearing has much to do with the respect that you are nelu in Dy mose uuuer juui auiuviiv Never let a scolding degenerate into nagging, for If you do you lose all claim for respect from the delinquent and the person at fault becomes your critic, and a very scornful one at that Let all scolding be gauged by tne error, but do not make any one re buke long drawn out Give each a hopeful ending. When properly administered a mer ited scolding quickly bears the fruit of better behavior on the part of the nffpndine one. Many wives have spoiled .tne gooo nature of their husbands by seizing iinon some fault trivial perhaps, and constantly dwelling upon it The art of Dleaslng consists in mak ing our daily -liives agreeable to oth ers as well as to ourselves. To throw a grain of the ideal and of poetry into onrTvninrNnsrs is "-eoing to maKe them less commonplace and more con-i eenial. It a woman has the tact oi , makinir others comfortable, tnen sne , is endowed with the gift or maKing . life happy. The gracious woman shines through a collection of beau-j tiful dualities. She not oniy pieases the eve by her outward air or rresn-, ness and health, but she charms tne mind by a characteristic wortn ine, draft anlmals ev time ralnfaU has been only about the aver niltivarlon of the physical body, pro- ... t . oatnt,a Ao the bloom of health; but quite as necessary In making a woman beau- - i tiful Is the cultivation or tne intellect, . ; which gives her tne mimitame attrac- tion of knowledge. Then there tne , cultivation of the heart, which gives her those gentle graces which are t. her what the perfume is to theflower. , Where home is made unhappy by a! t fault of the husband, if he is " . . lAvinir nn anvino- Iia ffl 1 WUUUJ VA mj v O 0 more effectually appealed to by tender-. neSS tUitU UV V. . NEW-STYLS CATTLE-PUNCHING. Is Now Done by Electricity, with Re markable Results. The employes of the Schwarschlld & sniihere-er Packintt Company here now employ-.electricity.lve-tlieiM.t-J tie into the beef beds instead or snouts, clubs, whips and prods. The application of electricity is made Dy two iusuhicu " "-"""---- . 1 j.1 nrlAa AOT, Vl It Vjll- wires connected witn me "S"i w 11 to " " , ing pen and the knocking pens. The j current passes through a stick and con- 1 nects with two brass points on the I omi ... "Punchers" Is the name given the utieito. luao nic " j 6ix feet long, in the catch pen. and five, four feet long, in the knocking pens, xne msuiateu wucb me ouum twenty feet long, thus covering a dis- cance in the pens of about thirty feet each. One hundred and twenty-five volts 0f electricity are turoea ou. j nf Plectricitv are turned on. It Is mnVn a fiTiarTt. ntlnrinflr KPTl- vruuugu uau.u.w y o o sation. without leaving a mark or bruise on the beef. It Is said fifty volts would be as effective. I . . , The work is done In one-half the time and with half the exertion.' The lime ana w.tn nan uut uuu. effecton the steer of the magic toucn rU?J ,rLTL his r . . .. " .. . tLeSroublee UeTin of the doSHl?t.SiSLl howL He has urgent bU8,ness at the . . him 1 t eomnletelv does away Witn an ' c"mPlleiJr u"co , Yin 01? rushes and uratTiTintZ in wun iff , chains, for lust as lone as the puncher 1. ii, n y,a otoor ia 111st nn mr as ' - - .... " ""rZS.Z ,Z" a MV,nfrfl of Al VOU - - O to be considered. This novel Instrument says a Kan- . nity .1 tn the New York Her- ;7d . th7 invention of L. E. Unroe. the machinist In the beef beds, who when a young man deserveoiy Dears a rtMto 1 of the officers at last, his patience hav has made several other useful improve SSiL S ToTZttl ing given out "You'll get Into trouble ments in tne macninery superintenaeni j. lu oiee oaja. "The" cattle puncher Is a great money Itt rrals. Mnnv actual dollars are saved because ..S." " T AUAUAU X. V.A. . One of STSST recently' vue ui um uxttjcoij B collided with another while clearing out or ir-ortsmoutn qocks auu imu bowsprit carried away. According to the Tatler .e captain promptly reported the disaster to the nmtm In O HonntfM B TOllOWS! t " "77; Co 0 ..... your lordships that his Majesty's snip. , wiiue leaving me uonwi, into collision with another vessel, and . while leavinsr the harbor, came her bowsprit has been carried away." Promptly came an admiralty wire in reDlv: "Report who carried away bow sprit and where It has been placed. London Express. Old people-txire young people. And young people should remember that they are great bores to their elders. COUNTEY BOYS KISE. WHYTHEY EXCEL LADS BROUGHT UP IN THE CITY. Lack of Opportunity the Be Equip ment for Serious Struggle of Life " The Town-Bred Boy Is Likely to Karly Become Blase. A country boy's lack of opportunity is his best equipment -for the - serious struggle of life. This sounds paradoxi cal, but it is true. - It is Just as true as the oDDosite proposition, that the great est hindrances a city boy has to contend ! with are the oDDortunitles which beset - - him when young and pursue him till he Degms me rem uumoo ness which each individual must carry on for himself. For the city ooy every- thing is made as easy as possible. Even pleasure becomes to him an old story Derore ne is out oi nis ieeu. diuus up in the feverish rush of a place where great tilings are unwemus uuj "J Aav Via coos tha world with a cynic's j " - eyes and despises the small things which, like the bricks in a house, go to ' 1 1 1 ,1 : . . . . 0 l. ., ... r r-rc art.'l which, like the bricks in a house, go to the upbuilding of characters and carcem. uc ucucica m .uouij markers In the game or lire; lor pennies and small units of value he has little taste and scant regard. Tn conditions surrounding the coun trv bov are as different as possible There is a deal of regular work that everv country bov must do, and "this vvcij tuuuuj uvj &uuki - regularity of employment mostly out of doors, inculcates industrious habits, while it contributes to a physical de- 1 , 4. 1, T In nftni. rania a "llicl as valuable as any athletic training that can be had. He cannot run as fast PO-1 haps, as those trained by a system; he may nQt be ftble tQ junip SQ hlgn or so . i nt tho snnrta iinou far. or excel In any of the sports upon which we bestow so much time and from which we get so much of pleasure, but his develoDment enables him to buckle down to the hard work In- which hours . . nnA Pi-tii rchlfh vorv lit- ItlC CUliOUUlCU, ClUIVA L&VU. 1 u.w.m -w. rf I . IT nn tmiTiAllnfi nldaanrd la Dvfrfl I't- I strength mav be something 1(. ... . .. o . Wa. hllt tllp flrt , . . . e i, im,ir steaay DUu is required. The thor- rnhnrse has n fine flight of ,, , .n-v, zioiicrv.i'fiii ll?ht-1 CCCU UllU .UUI.AO i awu f . na , .... xnn to rha wnrv remand. nnd for that we want I ill 1 UUL LUC UCttT J rv Ul k vuvr Enthusiasm is tne spur to enaeavor j la f-ha cn vnr nr w -hoal j rrV.., nl-ar Mm tn trwurn nnmH flllPIl With I r -" "c" 17 rT?. T'a"u "Dpl9 "that heTs . uomg umeWUs but vamaDie. tiis simp.e ie . not been spoiled by a multiplicity or ratifications, and so he Is glad of ev j VI A erytnmg goou mat coiucb m . .i thirty, if he leads a clean life, he has ' more oi me uuj m mui iuu cousin has left at fifteen. He does what is before him because It is his duty, while the other fci too apt cynical ly to question the value of doing any thing and ask, "What is the use Of the men who have achieved great prominence aTlarTTgTrThTOence"Tn our affairs of state the country boys are at least twenty to one over the city lads. Nowadays, indeed, our cynical city lads look noon men who take an active inter estinDublic affairs as rather low fellows and quite beneath their associations and notice. But the country boys are at the toD in other lines of endeavor In finance they are pre-eminent and the great bank presidents of to-aay in tne "rent cities nearly all learned to read and to cipher in country schools where birch and ferule had not succumbed to the civilizing influences of scientific nedatroev. Our great railways were in the main built by them, and to-day the administrators of these great compan les are in great uieuouie n.vuu imuio and country villages, from places where los nre In irreat measure from farms won uegau u couj mim-j , ouu u sense of duty developed while still the lisp of childhood lingered. Some city boys, however, are of such sturdy stuff, and endowed with such ' .., ,fta tw thy hv rea- . ro . . Inpltv. other9 1 succeed abundantly because they have I a rt.mltloa wlsolv. nnd in k hi nnmpa tn town rpaohpfi out for the high places; though not all find seats of the mighty, nearly all of the exalted stations are nuea in tne ena 1 snn thonrv that what is wortn mc dvUU 1 1. oiKWlnc fnr Tnhn Ci. muis' ,iuD -0 ent tr. Ttonrinr ATnnzine. ma uctu, au 0 . , ' . . , r. vn th and lkaddcu ulu muc. insult One might as wen praise a . . in i ia uur " . " by side witn enmusiasm tor vum. Nothing gives one more of a glow man : ? w - , i,i,,r,ir. ZTZl!' "A judge named Robinson was noted for his peevish, sneering manner, ZV&k XL. T-,oh la-nrtrai tTO a finPO Or. 1 . . . J II was uuuun, rr intending to bring the king's commis- mwjwuus ., , . wuu;m'"- ... . lord." said Hoare: I have ---- - I reac, - r' he sh the crown man snect the king's commission, though ICIClC. " aJ tA a KwnmVtla " nm. t Vu a - , to his rank by the publication of some itouiuauu M flajlsh and iPa m ' "7 ..r unknown, struggling against great ad versity, he appeared before Robinson. The Judge tried to extinguish him. When Curran declared that he had con sulted all his law books, and could not find a case that did not support his position, Robinson answered: I suspect your law library Is rather contracted. This brutal and unnecessary remark stung Curran's pride and roused him at once. "It is true, my lord," he said, after -a moment's contemptuous silence, "that I am poor, and the circumstance has curtailed by library. My books are not numerous, but they are select, and I hope I have perused them well. I have DreDared myself for this high profes sion rather by the study of a few good books than by the composition of a great many bad ones." The Tradition of St. Swithin's Day. Somebody at Boston has taken the trouble t expoge gamt BwthIllf who . . . , , ,., ,A A mcidentaUy rather interesting figures are collected showing the num ber of rainy days in various summers since 1872. Saint Swlthln's day. it will be re membered. Is July 15. and the reputa Uon q thfl gamt b staked upoll tne tra. mlon Qr a(- whIcn rung tQ tne ef dition or adage which runs to the ef fect that if it rains on Saint Swlthln's day It will rain on each of the forty days following. This did very well be fore the days of rain-gauges ana weather bureau records, but now It does not go down. In point of fact the tradition came nearer being true tnis year than for twenty years past, says yeur mail iur iweuij jcub iruoi, oajo tne New York Evening Post Out of tLe forty days this year It rained on twenty-two. This was nearly equaled - Or 1 I 1 rint nf the fortv days. In 1889 and 1900 the record was nineteen days, in 1872 and 1891 eighteen. In 1888 seventeen, in 1892 fifteen, and so on. As to the amount of rain, 1872 was much the wettest at this Darticular season, near ly twice as much rain falling as in any of the vears since. The next rainiest year was 1884, when St. Swlthln's day V CtO Ltllk UUU VIYTCXl, TV ALU UVl U " " f " I I - T .-. n. f.niit TTiovn BOOTHS tn was fair and clear, with not a drop or hw o relation lwtween the amount of c c,irhi'o a,v on, the in ii,t Tho host the saint could do of late years was In 1Brt whon 00. inphon nf rain fell, vet it ' i ' rQ Cocnn fnr tho I nUO UU OTAUV V. , - I , a1m m innhco fn. I 111 M t 111 V w n B laiUCl ITtU sv uiviK-u inD- ot Ttntnn vt since Aueust 1 the age. xne yeur , . - - - i nnv wna nrv. naa J.o.oi lutuco vi . 5rin. July and Auirust Rrnshlnir the Peas. It was a rosy-cheeked but pale-eyed young man who applied to Mr. Powers vacjmt position of assistant The master of the place I "Ii,i Mm lonh as to u " " . his Qualifications. Do you know much about the care of flowers? Have you had experi ence?" he asked. I've never been out to work," said tht vonnfir man. "but I know all about 'em flowers. Oh, yes, I can take care of 'em all right Geraniums and nas turtiums and all of 'em. Oh, you can trust me, sir." Thonsro .Awn--that. oath to your right," said Mr. Powers. "When you reach the flower earden you'll see that the sweet peas need brushing; let me see how well you can do It The would-be gardener went as he was bidden. In less than ten minutes he reappeared, to Interrupt his employ er, then deep In a book on the piazza. "Excuse me, sir," said the young man, Jauntily, "but if you'll come now, I think youll find I've brusnea tnose peas enough. There was hardly any dust on them, anyway. Of course if you want, me to keep on I can, but it looks to me like a waste of time." A Poor Compliment. People don't often Insult you when uey mean to oe gracious, sum ou artist the other day. "Insults are the . , i.a I creations oi ui nature, auu uui uicic matters of words. But I had an ex perlence to-day that made me laugh kand yet Irritated me." "Somebody take one . of your snow scenes for a spring landscape m- miired an amiable friend. - "No," replied the artist "this was not n matter of Drofesslonal pride. A better chance Interrupted the facet ous friend. "Now hold on. Billy, and let me teU the story. W"" time ne " . ZTLTl ine 1 Kot a letter truui mm m irmtu 1 ... . , , , ho 'thanked me for my honesty.' A . - - man may thank vou for your courtesy, . - - - or for your kindness, but when he .. , , 4 toaiiKS vou ror ueuisc ucmicbi, it ut au - . . - Tartinc the Sermon. nor, ah in iwrt of " Jl"," pew ""ZZJZn un that horse!" shouted one commonly applied. I "Mv clerical friends in the city teU me tLZlJ" coitions appear widawakejand Interested they eex encourageu, I wljh to lotert lie con I "nilT W1LU llie 1LB UiU.rct.CUL. J I 4.nn iMlf If I IT flVOr m I IPHI11II anA thAn to Deacon . iVm IK S!1HW H. II 1111 BtJB lili; 111 Y 11 A Uldl j w 1 and heads noaaing. 1 reei mat .r" -r.i. i. - t ail is weii. uuai. 00 ""w - MV them wide-awake and alert after ,7 preaching for ten minutes 1 know that'there's something wrong, to x wh&t I I it is as soon as tne service is over. I .. . , ,. I " A Hot One. I The amount OX neat generate! ujr n The amo wg8work & 8uffl- to raise sixty-three pounds of water from freezing to boiling point- London Answers. Tvts of women do foolish things so they can snub those who don t IfB a great work of art to make art pay. OLI I FAVORITES i The Death of the Flowers. The melancholy days have come, the sad- j . r .u. . Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and mooHnwH hrnwn and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the - . autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust and to the rabbit's tread. The robin and the wren are flown, and fmm the Rhrnha the 1av. And from the wood-top calls the crow through ail the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young . . . . a flowers, tnat lately sprang ana In brighter light, and softer airs, a beau teous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves; the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie; but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again. The wind-flower and the violet they per ished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchids died amid the summer glow; But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood,. And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood. Till fell the frost from the clear, cold heaven, as falls the plague of men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade and glen. And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come. To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home; When the sound of dropping nuts Is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the wat ers of the rill, The southwind searches for the flowers whose frngrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died. The fair, meek blossom that grew up and fnded bv mv side. In the cold, moist earth we laid her, when the forests cast the lear, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief; Yet not unmeet it was that one like that vniiTip friend of ours. So gantle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers. William Cullen Bryant The Dinner Hour. O hour of all hours, the most blest upon earth. Blest hour ofour dinners! The Innd nf his birth: The face of his first love; the bills that he owes; The twaddle of friends, and venom of f hpr ' The sermon he heard when to church he last went: The money he borrow'd, the money he spent; All of these things a man, I believe, may fnriret. And not be the worse for forgetting; hut yet Never, never, oh, never! earth's luckiest sinner Hath, unpunish'd, forgotten the hour of his dinner! Indigestion, that conscience of every bad stomach, Shall relentlessly gnaw and pursue him with some ache Or some pain; and trouble, remorseless, his best ease, As the Furies once troubled the sleep of Orestes. We may live without poetry, music and art; We may live without conscience, and live without heart; We may live without friends; we may live without books; But civilized man cannot live without cooks. He may live without books what Is knowledge but grieving? He may live without hope what is hope but deceiving? He may live without love what Is pas sion but pining? But where is the man that can live with out dining? Owen Meredith. Bono Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's- gal sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With everything that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise, Arise, arise. William Shakspeare. It Was a Hopeless Case. A balky horse is an annoying creature under any circumstances, but the story of an incident which happened during a regimental drill raises the question whether such a horse may not simply be overconscientious. The sun blazed down on a field of hot tired horses and excited men, all wnitiner for a big. raw-boned animal to succumb to the urgings of the starter ' on Into line I jou oon -toe juu"" .u j , horse looked at his j H h duU resignation, "but I i wt help it He's a cab horse, sir. 1 - .... .... - 1 " " ,hT ,," I w ' haven't got any door to snut!" Poet Won Against Time. "Champion poet of the town, is he?'" Inquired the summer boarder. "Yes, sir," replied the postmaster? "his record Is three an a half hours better'n the next fellers." "What do you mean by that?" "Why, he wrote a poem, sent It to New York and got It back In twenty seven hours." Philadelphia Press. The time comes terribly soon to peo ple when they quit staying out late nights, and Join those who lie wide awake in worrying over those who are out The girls named Llllie never agree on the spelling. Some spell it Lily, others Lilly, and others Lillle.