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(Consolidated Feb., 1899.
COEVAIililS, BENTON C9UNTT, OREGON, TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 8, 1903.
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CHAPTER I.
It was just after the close of a some
what sultry spring day, when the Count
Louis d'Artois took his way along the
lonely and gloomy path leading through
the very heart of a deep forest lying to
wards the south of France, and not far
Trm the beautiful windings of the Rhone.
He was young certainly not more than
five-and-twenty; .of a slight and elegant
figure, yet with nerves and sinews that
might have well become many a one of
touter frame and broader shoulders;
, with a fine head, a proud-and noWc brow,
.about which curled silken masses of ra
ven hair; dark, earnest hazel eyes, a
slightly aquiline nose, and lips somewhat
compressed, shaded by a curling mous
tache, and showing, at a glance, the firm
ness and decision of his character. The
whole countenance, with its delicate, fine
ly cut, yet noble features, told of thought,
and energy, and power, no less than of
the gentlest and tenderest feelings with
which the human heart is gifted.
Count Louis rode carelessly onward,
thinking of many things some that were
pleasant and some that were sad, and
some, again, that were both; now his
father, whom he had last seen, some
weeks before, at Paris; now of his uncle,
the Marquis de Montauban, whom he
was about to visit, and his fair cousin,
Helen, whom he already imagined ' as
watching for him. Louis could have im
agined his magnificent cousin Helen as a
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..queen or a duchess, but his wife never.
Yet he liked her he had always liked her
from boyhood, in a cousinly way. She
was beautiful, graceful and accomplished,
too, as far as it was possible to become,
ins those days ; but he had never thought
f her in a nearer position than that
which she held at present.
Suddenly broad, vivid flashes of light
ning lit np the forest all about him and
with almost the distinctness of noonday
he saw clearly, at a little distance beyond
his horse's head, a human figure, creeping
out, on all fours, from beneath the un
derbrush that skirted the pathway. Al
most involuntarily he drew rein, and, in
the pitchy blackness that succeeded the
flash, endeavored to discern the figure
again; but this was impossible. Yet he
was conscious that it must be near him
almost at his very side. With a quick
but quiet motion, he placed his hand in
his bosom. Then he was conscious bf
another hand laid upon his knee, while
a man's voice, in a low but friendly tone,
and close beside him, said:
"Count Louis d'Artois, you are in dan
ger. Pause a moment."
"And where rests the danger?" asked
Louis, firmly. .
"Beyond you, monsieur, and behind as
well, and on each side. You cannot es
ape it, even if you would, except by
your own courage, and your own
strength and agility, which, I know, have
served you ere now. I have heard that
you are on your way through this forest
to-night to your uncle's chateau; that you
carry about your person a considerable
sum of money, besides some few jewels
of heavy value, which you bear within a
small casket, in the inner folds of the
broad sash about your waist, and that
your valet you left at the inn this morn
ing. Thus you are fitting prey for those
who frequent these places."
A feeling of the profoundest astonish
ment took possession of the count.
"Who are you," he asked, "who knows
,-. all this so well?"
"I am your friend, Monsieur Louis.
which is all I can tell you at present,"
said the man. "But, in the meantime;
take these and defend yourself with
them, as you will have need in a little
while after you have parted with . me."
And Louis felt a brace of heavy pistols
placed in his hand.
"My good fellow, I have arms already
I do not need them," he returned,
"though I thank you for them sincere
ly." "But .you do need them, monsieur, as
you will shortly find, for your own, safe
as you think them, have had the charge
withdrawn."
"How?" uttered the count, in surprise.
"It is even as I tell you; it was done
at Corbigny this morning, after you your
self had charged them. These which -I
' have given you will do you good service,
and with them I do not fear for you, -although
there is danger about you. - Be
wary, and act with your usual bravery
and calmness when the danger comes.
It is not far off." . :
"And so I am to be waylaid?" asked
Louis.
.," "Think the worst; it is the safest way,
"' '''for then you will, be better prepared for
's',-1 whatever chance presents itself."
tfi ij "It is well. I think you for your warn
i. ing, and will endeavor to be ready."
i t At that instant, another broad sheet of
Ts"ightning quivered like flame, and Louis
P' 'beheld the person whom he adressed-a
:.. man of middling size, with bushy dark'
hair, a wild, uncombed beard, and a
'''' heavy moustache; wearing a rough jacket
... . And a broad sash with long ends, within
".the folds of which were stuck a brace of
'' pistols similar to those which Louis now
' held in his own hand. His head was un-
t: covered,, so that the lightning displayed
his features clearly.
"Good!" said Louis. . "I shall not be
likely to forget your face in a hurry, my
friend. Let me thank you again for your
timely assistance."
"Nay keep your thanks, monsieur-r
keep your thanks until the danger be
past," returned the man, quietly. "I only
hope you may get safely through this,
and that 1 may be at hand when you need
warning again. Good night."
Louis continued his way, with strangely
mixed feelings of wonder at what had
just occurred, together with some degree
of apprehension and curiosity as to the
danger which menaced him. Nothing in
the shape of danger appeared, and for,
perhaps, the space of fifteen minutes,
- he was kept in suspense. But, sudden-
- ly, a branch above his head was bent and
cracked sharply, and while Roland, af
frighted, reared violently, and almost un
seated his rider, the lightning flashed
again and the figure of a man swung
lightly down from the branch to the path-
way. A strong hand seized Roland's bri
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dle; a rougn voice uttered "standi" a
pistol was pointed at the count's head.
"What do you require?" asked Louis,
briefly and sternly.
"Whatever money you carry about you,
Give it to me. and he miiVk nhnnf itV
said the voice.
"You are mistaken, my man," ottered"
Louis, quietly, while one blow from his
slight but powerful arm struck aside tlw
uplifted weapon, and a second stretched
the ruffian senseless among the bushes
by the path. With a terrified snort, as
the count gave him the spur, Rolaid gal
loped forward, but he had scarcely cov
ered a dozen rods along before two more
men sprang out into the way.
Roland, scared by their sudden appear
ance, shrank and reared, and while one
of the villains seized bridle, and brought
the beast to his feet again, the other
leaped upon the young count, and, with
a powerful grasp, almost drew him from
the saddle, at the same time firing .a pis-,
tol close to his ear. By miracle or chance,
the aim missed. Louis jerked his arm
from the grasp of his assailant, and
struck at him with the butt of a heavy
riding whip; but it was caught and
wrenched from his hand. Laying hold,
then, as a final resource," oa -one of his
pistols, he fired at the fellow, who drop
ped, with a smothered curse, to the earth;
while his companion, who had, been hold
ing the bit of the rearing, trembling
steed, let go and sprang, in his turn, upon
the count;- but 'Lonis,.with a heavy blow
from the discharged pistol, felled him
also to the ground, to keep company with
his companion. Then, giving Roland the
rein again, he galloped on. A volley of
shots was fired after him, but he was
unhurt, though two or three whistled past
nis ears.
It was evident that the number of his
assailants 'had been exhausted, for still
he was -neither met nor followed; there
fore, he slackened his horse's speed to
give him breathing space, and also to
consider, on his own part, which direc
tion he must pursue, for the field or com
mon upon which he found himself might
take him in any direction other than the
one desired. . Upon deliberation, he re
solved to go straight onward from the
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A STRANGE MEETING IN THE FOREST.
wood path, and he struck across the field,
his way still illumined by the electric
flashes that played over the black sky.
The rain was falling faster .and more vio
lently, when suddenly a light gleamed
out upon the blackness around it, at some
distance ahead, and remembering that a
small cottage, inhabited, when he was in
this district last, if he remembered right,
by some quiet peasants of the neighbor
hood, stood somewhere near his present
position, he concluded that .this must be
it. Putting the spurs to his beast again,
therefore, he pressed on, and in a few
moments reachedlts friendly shelter, just
as therain came pouring down in- abso
lute torrents.
..Fastening Roland in an old shed that
adjoined this cottage at one end, Louis
knocked on the door with the handle of
his whip. The next moment it was open
ed wide, and before him, shading her eyes
with her hand, with her pretty and petite
figure Clearly defined . against the glow
ing background of a well-lighted apart
ment beybnd, stood a young girl, evident
ly not -more: 'than sixteen years of age.
There was "an earnest smile oh her face,
and a , warhl welcome for some one, evi
dently, upon her lips; but the beautiful
features changed their sweet, expectant
look to one of startled surprise as the
light -from, the apartment- behind shone
upon the strange fate of our young hero.
"Your ... pardon, mademoiselle," said
Louis; ''but the storm has overtaken me,
and I ant forced to ask for shelter here
a little ; while until . its present violence
abates." . .
The young girl stepped back, saying,
with gentle and graceful courtesy as she
did so:
"Will monsieur be pleased to' enter?
He is very welcome."
And closing the door again as he. came
in, she conducted him into a large - and
comfortable room and exceedingly "neat
looking withal. There was no person ex
cept themselves there. ' ,
A sharp gust of wind and rain beat
against the casement, and he saw the girl
look involuntarily in that direction with
a half sigh and an air of apprehension
solicitude. , ' .
"Perhaps mademoiselle has friends who
are exposed to this storm?" suggested
Louis.
"Yes, monsieur, my father, who has
been absent all day. -He should have re
turned much earlier than this, but, doubt
less, he . will come home soon. . He. went
to the market this morning. I am sorry
he is not here to welcome you."
A little silence ensued, when the fair
hostess drew a spinning wheel towards
her, and, sitting down by the hearth, be
gan to work quietly but industriously,
now and then looking np from her em
ployment to respond to some observation
of her guest; while Louison his part,
studied at leisure her - sweet and some
what thoughtful countenance, followed,
with pleased interest, the glancing mo
tion of those stiowy little hands, and
wondered to himself how a graceful blos
som like this could ever have sprung up
and flourished in a peasant's home.
The rain and wind beat furiously about
the little cottage, increasing the sense of
comfort within, and blending its sound
curiously with his reflections, as Louis
sat there by the hearth, opposite to his
hostess, and thinking how exquisitely
pretty she was, and wondering what her
father was like, envying him, at one mo
ment, for being the father of so lovely a
child, and the next, thinking that, much
as they might love each other, he was
very glad than he: was not her father.
While she, working busily, kept her littlt
wheel whirring, whirring and now and
then slightly turning her fair head with
an intent look, as if listening for the foot
steps that did not come, or lifting her
beautiful eyes to her guest's face as he
spoke to her, and answering him in those
quiet, pleasant tones that Louis could
not help thinking the sweetest in the
world, until the wind died away and the
rain ceased, and Louis could not but say,
as he looked oat from the casement upon
the narrow road that wound across the
fields, and among the distant hills, to his
uncle's chateau, that it was time for him
to depart.
"Have you far to go, monsieur?" she
asked, putting aside her wheel and ris
ing. "Across the hills yonder: half a league,
perhaps," Louis answered; "as far as
the Chateau de Montauban. You know
the old chateau?" '
"Yes, indeed!" she replied, with a pret
ty smile, and a slight blush. "I go there
every day to carry flowers to Mademoi
selle Helen. And I think you are "
she hesitated, and blushed more deeply,
while her glance wavered and fell before
that of Louis. The poor child was asham
ed of having half guessed who he was.
"I am Louis d'Artois. the cousin of
Mademoiselle Helen," he supplied. "And
now, may not know to whom I am in
debted for the hospitality I have receiv
ed, that I may, at least, return thanks
for it?" ,
"My name is Rose Lampnte, monsieur."
"Indeed!" he said, kindly. "I have
heard my cousin speak of you, then, as
well as her father. You and I are not
quite strangers after all, Rose. I am
much obliged to you for your kindness to
me to-night. I shall not soon forget it."
"Good-night, monsieur," she returned,
quietly.
The moon shone one moment full upon
the gentle face and pretty figure of his
cottage hostess as he took one last glance,
and then he had closed the door. The
landscape was peaceful and, withal, beau
tiful, as he glanced over it; field, wood
and hill lay calm and quiet all around.
The air was still, and the silvery beams
of the moon shone fair upon the scene,
while some light cloud, at intervals,
crossed her sweet face, and reflected a
passing shadow upon the quiet earth be
low. How different this scene from that
of two hours before! Louis could hardly
realize the violent contest he had had, as
he rode along in the silence now.
(To be continued.)
CANDID YOUNG PEOPLE.
Shock Some of Their Acquaintances an
Their Lack of Keaerve.
"In my day," said an elderly woman
recently, "while poverty wasn't con
sidered a crime any more than it is
now, it was a subject carefully kept in
the background.
"If one had to darn her stockings, it
was done in the secrecy of her bed
room. If a dress had to be turned or a
bonnet retrimmed, these processes
were never spoken of outside of the
family circle, and whatever skimping
the mistress of the mansion did to keep
down household expenses was a secret
between herself and her cook.
"It wasn't that the family dignity
could have been lowered by the public's
knowing that there was a lack of funds;
it was that it was none of the public's
business. The public might be all that
Mr. Vanderbilt wished it, but it had no
concern in the expenditures to which
the gentlefolks were sometimes forced
to make ends meet
"That was thirty years ago or more,
and I remember still weeping bitterly
once because an envious cousin told
some of our playmates that my new
silk frock was made out of Aunt Lucy's
dinner gown of the winter before.
Things art so different now that I'm
sometimes schocked.
"Only yesterday I heard a girl say
when my granddaughter exclaimed at
the beauty of some new furs the latter
wore, 'Lor', child, they were given t
me. You know very well we couldn't
afford to buy sables, poor as we are"
"And my grandchild replied, 'I wish
to goodness my relatives would give
me some new rags. Job's turkey
wasn't any more poverty-stricken than
I am.'
"Another young woman in the group
declared, "Well, I am going to have a
new hat this winter, If I don't get any
thing else the rest of the year. My old
one is positively disgraceful. It's been
made over so often.'
"These were all young women, whose
parents are in comfortable circum
stances, but they seemed to delight in
giving their hearers the impression that
they were in imminent danger of going
to the almshouse. This pose, if it is a
pose, isn't confined to the gentler sex,
but extends to the men.
"If I didn't owe my tailor such a pot
of money, I'd keep you in. violets this
winter,' one lord of creation remarked
to a young lady he had recently met,
in my hearing, not long since. 'Tell
you what I'll do,' he continued, 'if I
make some cash on a deal I've gone in
to, I'll send you a thousand for the first
german. If I don't, you won't get so
much as a rosebud, for I will be down
on my luck then for fair
"Give me the days again when the
condition of one's purse wasn't Dublie
property and when 'there was more re
serve in speaking about private affairs.
This way of talking gives a very ingen
uous air to the speaker, but I'd like her
better If she continued to darn her
stockings in the secrecy of her bedroom
and spent her last. , five- cents for car
fare with the air. of one. who has the
mines of Golconda at her back." Bal
timore New.
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An Aid in Cleaning Wells.
Every farmer should have his well
good and clean for the winter months.
Here is a design for a handy well der
rick. The scantlings are 12 feet long
2x4 inches thick, ,made of elm. The
three pieces at each end and the mid
dle are 4x4 inches, also of hardwood,
spiked to the scantling. - A.lVi inch
hole is bored at the top about 14
Inches from the end. Another hole,
the same size, is bored at the bottom
about 1 feet from the end.
The cut shows the derrick set up for
nse. The legs are 11 feet long, 4 inches
thick, and of good solid timber. A 1
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DERRICK FOB CLEARING WELL.
Inch hole is bored through the top for
the bolt to go through. The inside
part of the leg where the hole is bored
should be made like a wedge, so as to
(it closely against the scantlings. The
pulleys are 12 inches in diameter, and
are made of wood. The rope should be
put over the top pulley and under the
bottom pulley. The legs should be
sunk in the ground so that they will
not slide and let the derrick fall. A
good strong hook should be securely
fastened on the rope. A steady horse
can operate this all right, once it is
understood. Harry H. Postle in Ohio
Farmer.
A Cheap Drag;.
While there are some drags on the
market that are very;- desirable, it is
possible to have a home-made one that
is - quite as good and which will cost
considerable less than the boughten
one. Such a drag is shown in the il
lustration, and Is made of two strips
of timber and three fence posts. These
posts may be of any size desired to
give the needed weight; indeed, by
making several of these drags of posts
of different weights, one may have a
drag for almost any use. The cross-
pieces are spiked on so that the posts
are about a foot apart and, as will
be noticed from the illustration, the
posts are placed so - that the rather
sharp edges are forward, which pre
vents clogging. As will be readily
seen, , the cost of such a drag ' is very
small, and there Is nothing in its con
struction but what may be done on the
farm where the ordinary tools may be
found. St. Paul Dispatch.
A Good 611.
We have a round silo in use that is
in many respects the best one I know,
says a correspondent of Rural . New
Yorker. The staves we had sawed two
and three-quarters Inches thick and six
Inches wide. This extra thickness has
nearly prevented freezing. The width
is : about right. Taey are ' beveled,
grooved and tongued. If I could not
get the stuff near at hand prepared, I
would buy it of some silo dealer, Just
the plain staves jointed, beveled and
grooved without hoops, doors or roof.
The hoops I would get in steel wire
rope, or more commonly known as
"guy wire," half an inch in diameter.
The cost will not be greater and the
result more satisfactory, easy to put
en as a - clothesline, no ' danger . of
breaking in cold weather. In fact, they
are ideal. They can be fastened with
a turn buckle or common nuts through
a four-Inch scantling. The doors I
would put on the outside of silo, hang
ing them with heavy hinges bolted on.
. Nbtj Beans.
A crop which can profitably be
grown to a much greater extent and
over a much larger area of the coun
try than is now done is the common
navy or field bean. There is not
enough grown to supply J home de
mands, beans being imported every
year, although it is a crop of compara
tively easy cultivation and one that
pays better than most field " crops.
Clean land, of good quality, should be
selected, and the beans planted in drills
Immediately after the corn Is in.. 'Culti
vate as soon as the plants are above
the ground, and when there is no dew
or rain on the leaves, as that will spot
and spoil the foliage. Cultivate thor
oughly until the growth of foliage cov
ers the ground and stops the growth of
weeds. When two-thirds of the . pods
are ripe pull by hand and lay in rows
until .well dried. Thresh .onsa dry,
A HOME-MADE DRAG. . ,
clear day, otherwise the beans may not
easily come out of the pods. , .
Oleomat-jrario 8 till Flourishes.
During the pajrt several months the
editor of this department has received
many communications from dairymen
saying, in substance, that the oleo law,
is In force,, did not seem to improve
matters much, so far as dairy interests
were concerned." Investigation shows
that this is- true 'and "also discloses
the reasons why. The law as it now
appears on the statutes provides that
if oleo is artificially colored so as to
represent butter the manufacturer
shall pay a tax of 10 cents a pound
on his output, . If not colored artifi
cially (note the' word artificially), then
the tax shall be of a cent a pound.
Manufacturers have shrewdly found
a way around the law by using in
gredients which give the product a
cream color sufficiently like butter,
especially during the winter, to pass
readily for the genuine article. It is
an open question whether or no the
ingredients used to obtain this color
make the product more desirable as a
food. The main fact Is that no' arti
ficial coloring Is used and hence the
spirit of the law is nullified. The only
apparent way out of the difficulty
would ; seem to be to amend the law
so thit X. wwld be a misdemeanor for
oleo to be colored in any way. so that
It approached the color of butter. It Is
to be regretted that the amendment
proposed when the bill was under dis
cussion. namely, ; that - oleo be - colored
some shade that would " absolutely
identify it, could not have been passed.
The matter as it now stands is a seri
ous one for dairymen and they should
get in communication with their Con
gressmen so that some- way may be
found of properly and thoroughly, pro
tecting dairy interests. ,
The Baalaess Bide.
So much stress is placed on science
in agriculture of late years, that a
young man might almost suppose the
books, bulletins and wise addresses tell
the whole story about farming. The
reason so much is constantly being said
and written about the how and why
of the latest methods and newest
ideas in farming is because these are
all that can easily be taught;
Fondness for hard work and a level
head, full of business sense, cannot be
acquired from bulletins or gathered
from expert advisers. The new ideas
help the brain and spare the hands,
but farming is still much more a busi
ness than a science. Now, as always,
hustle and good judgment are . better
than a head full of new notions with
out these qualities. System, order,
promptness, honesty, shrewdness, econi
omy, self-control, tact to manage work
men, all such are strictly business
qualities, and are likewise the foun
dation of any " great success in farm
ing. - Only nature and experience can
impart most of these essentials, hence
the experiment stations say, nothing
about them.-. But. they are as import-,
ant as ever. An engineer without a
locomotive and steam will not get on
very fast, neither will expert agricul
tural knowledge succeed without busi
ness qualities. .: . .. . , ;..
Farm Notes. -
Where's the harvester or other val
uable. tool? ... . - . .
A writer on the subject of hogology,
In speaking of the chief points of the
modern hog, says that he . has no
points,' but is round like a sausage. -, .
1 Let the middlemen understand that
the fruit of yourV labor is yours, not
theirs, and if they will not deal justly
with you, cut them out and go straight
to the consumer... i , '.
The farm implement or machine
which will earn 25 per cent, on its cost
yearly, as very many will, is a f arl
safer investment than bank ' stocks
on deposits. ...We must learn to do busi
ness with the farm. -. .
'. The young-, man in the country of
frugal habits can have a larger bank
account at the end of the year on a
wage of $300, with board ,and. laundry
thrown in' than - can . the city fellow
who gets a wage of $600 per annum.
Nor will it be necessary for the young
man in the country to deny himself
any of the genuine pleasures of life
In order to do this. . c- ,
There is less demand every year
for the extra large overfatted hogs
that have taken two years to reach
maturity. What is wanted for pro
fitable feeding is a thrifty pig, that in
six or seven or eight months' growth
will average a pound of pork a day.
This can usually be made at a profit.
The heavier hogs cost more to keep,
and the pork is neither so; good, nor
wlll it now sell so well, as pork that
weighs 200 pounds or less per car
cass. ' '
A good way to get rid of potato bugs
is to poison them by the; use . of paris
green and water at , the rate of one
pound of the poison to one hundred
gallons of water. Another way is
to use the paris green with cheap flour
or plaster, using about one pound of
green to one barrel of either of the
latter.' This should be dusted on the
leaves early in the morning when they
are moist. London purple may be
used in the place of paris green, but
as it Is more liable to burn the leaves
when used in water, one pound of
quicklime should be put in the water
for each pound of london purple used:
but the london purple, in .such-a case,
should be used at" the rate of one.
pound to seventy gallons of water.
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' . A Binart Handkerchief.
One fine day in May Ted went into
the . woods with grandpa, where he
was going to mend a lohg strip of
3lash fence. '
They had Just got ' fairly into the
woodf when there was a loud whir-r-r!
and a mother partridge flew up al
most into Ted's face; then fluttered
ff among the bushes and dry leaves,
iult-qult"-tlng, and making a great
fuss.
"She . has some little chicks right
about here, I dare say," said grandpa.
"Oh, look quick!" he whispered, check
ing Ted. "By that log, there! And
there! See what little balls they are!"
"The little darlings!" whispered Ted.
under his breath; but he only saw
them for an Instant, for the shy little
gray th'ings seemed almost to melt
into the dead leaves about them, so
auickly they disappeared. Mother
partridge well knew how to call her
brood together safely.' ' ' . ;- " ' '
The very next minute ' they 'found
her nest, full of empty egg-shells and
one egg that had not hatched. ,-
"Don't you s'posei. lt .would , hatch,
grandpa?" asked Ted ' ' '
"I don't know. It might If she had
stayed on long enough. I-believe I'll
carry It home and put it under old
Speckle. - She's , , almost, ready j.'to
hatch." v.' . ". '- , : ;
;So grandpa, wrapped the egg care
fully in his red silk handkerchief, car
ried it out on the edge of the woods
and laid It on a rock, where the sun
Would shine all the forenoon and keep
it warm. -. ... .,,.. ....
, Then they went back Into the woods,
ind while grandpa cut down bushes
and mended the fence, Ted followed
along, . watching -the- birds and squir
rels, and picking flowers.
. The noon whistle sounded far in the
distance,
"Come, Teddy," said grandpa, shoul
dering his ax, "we must go to dinner.
Aren't you hungry?"
"I believe I am," said Ted. "It
makes us hungry : to - work in the
woods, doesn't it? O grandpa, we
mustn't forget the egg!" " .
"We'll go right to it now," said
grandpa, and they- did. But what do
you think? . ' ;
: -The handkerchief was there, all un
rolled, and the empty egg-shells were
there, but ; the .little partridge . , had
hatched out and gone!
"I wonder If his mother came and
found him?", said Ted, after , they had
looked for him in vain.. ' ' ' -
"We shall never know," ' said, grand
pa. Youth's Companion. -' '
FWfrr AJb Was' s ltufr
WifK HIS MvPouwV
Startling Act of Heroism. 1
A 10-year-old boy at Arvada, Colo
rado, recently displayed an act of hero
ism and devotion to his brother that
entitles him to almost any honor that
may be paid him. . i t
Two little sons of Rev. J. R. Rader,
aged 10 and 5, were walking up the
trak of the electric road . and- were
crossing a cattle guard when the little
fellow caught a foot between the bars.
Everyone' knows how the cars speed
over the Arvada line, like a railroad
express at times. Soon the boys heard
a car coming at the rate of perhaps
50 miles an hour. ; , 1
"The foot was wedged in so fast that
their combined strength ... was , not
enough , to . release . it, although , they
tugged and strained. Then the eldest
boy, whose name is Cranston, started
down the track towards the car and
began to wave his hands and shout.
Motormen became very much accus
tomed to little boys doing that sort of
thing and then jumping aside before
the car strikes them, so they do; not
pay much attention to them.; This lit
tle boy did not intend to leave the
track, although the motoneer blew the
air whistle and shouted to him. The
motoneer finally realized in time that
something was wrong and got the cars
stopped within a few Inches of the boy.
The little Cranston declares that he
would have let himself be run down
before he would have let the car pass
him and strike his, younger brother,
Miles. - Vi- .'' ','-'''
The; motoneer went to the assistance
of the younger brother and had to re
move the shoei before the foot could
be released. ' . .. , ' : ; "v
. Shrinking pt the Earth.;-S'
."Measured iif thought transmission
this old planet -is no ''bigger than a dot,'
Steam and .electric pneumatic . and.
hydraulic inventions have bo annihila-
Was a v I yy. '
Persom JS& Suivevy
Little Stories and t
Incidents that Will
Interest and Enter :
tain Young Readers
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ted space that there Is but a small"
earth to clamber over, says a writer
in the National Magazine. According
to Dr. Emory R. Johnson, professor of .
transportation of- the University of
Pennsylvania, it takes steps only one
fifth as long to get around the world'
to-day as It did in 1800. In the sun- -rise
of the century It took all but 65
days In the year to get Once around'
the world. That was when men trav
eled in sailboats, post chaise, on horse
back and on foot. Ocean steamers
came In 1838, and they cut the ancient
time table in two, for then it took only
160 days to embrace the girdle of
Mother Earth., In 1869. the, Suez Canal1
shrunk the world still smaller and an
enterprising, man was . able to get
around the world in 10V) days. Sincej
then Jules Verne has been outdoneJ
for by the development of the speed!
of steam .vessels and railroads trains
one can box the compass and get homel '
in 60 days.
When Mother Tucked Me Into Bed.
Oh, long ago jt was, .and still sometimes
it seems so sweetly near '
The tender lilac-scented air, the-- f rogs'i
full chorus, shrill and clear,
The drowsy, clinging, smoky scent - of
bonfires smold'ring in the yard,
The sweet, far call of some late bird,,
the bark of distant- dogs onl
- - ' guard ! '
Ah, me I 'tis all so wondrous clear her
lingering touch npon my bead,
Her tender kiss -her brooding eyes whea
mother tacked me into bed!
How faintly sweet the lilaeecent! How
soft the gentle stirring air!
How dear that loving, work-worn handl
so softly laid upon my hair!
Her mother-face! her mother-eyes! Oh;
childhood's sweetest memory!
Through -all the years, through sorrow's
tears that note of music comes to
me! , .
Outside the smoky, springtime scents
the frog-song coming . clear and!
(Shrill,
The cow-bell's drowsy monotone out in!
the pasture on the hill
The murmured fragment of a prayer
her touch upon my drowsy head i
Oh, dearest memory of all when mother
tucked me into bed! .
Youth's Companion.
POTTING PINS IN PAPERS.
Two iattle Girls and a Machine Packj 1
Thousands in a Day '
i According to the Merriam census,
there were used in these United States
daring the .year 1900 no less than 1,- -000,000
pins.. This count excludes.naii ; . .
pins, safety pins and others, which, j
for various reasons, bear the cofhShon
family name,, and. confines itself croere
Iy' to. the familiar and necessary , ad- -jurict
of the everjf dar toilet. The
'first1 pins made" in this countiy were
very crude indeed, ' nierely'a , bit. of
-wire, twisted dnto a knot for ; a neadl -
at-oneend .and sharpened to $)ln.;u ,
at ' the iotier. ( '"Their successprssoS to- '.
day undergo a surprising vajrletjf of 1 .'
operations before they are, cojjsiaaredi ' - ' ; ',
;flt-fot -use.-. '. ' :itt v:
' In comparison with 'the .sb, ol7Jthe' ,
object 'manufactured " the -6pratfon
seem ' bewildertngfy ' numerdusIM r if
there, be one .process more rej$i$jkble
than, another 4t is 'papering bi$W''"
The papers,; having beny pajs
through an ingenious, machine,.. -wmcb
at regular intervals, actrh'HbvtheS
size oi me pin, pinenes up-aioioanii
pricks a hole In ii, areeadJtuI re
ceive the pins. , w v ' voii'
For this purpose there isaoiher!
machine, worked by two children. On&
feeds the pins, the othfeV he,cpa"pers.
The first part of the ' machine ig;; -a.
box about twelve Inches long, six
broad and four deep. iTlae&lftbllom is
composed of small squa sjgji jbjars
sufllciently far apart" to hejjSkhfci
of the pin ' fall through, . but noV'thei '
head. - These bars areSust a hlickl
as the space between tfiPbdtpyiJedpins-""
The lower part of 1ertitoniW)dithei
box is .made. to detsfjh.JtsJfrfesofeooni
as.. the rpw of .pins ifemgJfteI.3gow'
after' row,, at regular tTftnY
ceived 'and' passed do wnA correspond-'.':
ing' et of grooves! unTfMlT' jftQehea
the ready pricked p"aierfByfiftlqjJifcesti
possible1 adjustment! tSWS3piitec&me
exactly to their plas.-antjepness-ed
into them. By.. ihiS : methoUriwo)
little girls can 14 one day put up many!
thousands of papers' immcs
-t at tI rfuar:
... When Boys fJanijed,
Before 1829 it aj truP,"WPp toi
hnnar bovs of tender a'ee iror murderJ .-
or other crtaesftkslofaefcWa a
case in which ; a096?fen?$'eaHs W age
was convicted,! Wdo"TOi':sfieJsion) '
of murdering hJj3j elloaudjj the
judges unanimously agrejed tW ho
was a "proper ' SuTOect Tor apltij'r "pun
ishment. SameagT&i!raeBlons
that Greville 'ttasjupresent when sev
eral boys were sentenced to be hanged):
for taking past li1he;Gndott.&iots oC
1780. "NeveA" ,HalvyKrfimakf!A?Gre-i
yille, "did I 8ee( bpv?
a boyr Abrah'am CiarWortVtwjelve .
TMn of'&eerVas'fen4,eVceff:5Ittkath
with othersI'fio6dfil4mHfeing'
from low tragro HjWvBtefelaxnf oodi
and waft SirVrWeH 1,
is said the little fellow .ctiet foV hi"
mother on the' sffofor-mnVati
Journal. J1 b sniven
v -o bffi .uifiiw at Rorlon
Xifaculty ; in , spring-a rJLurv
always, a. sira' of. decreasing stv
. . . .r . ,
.It takes, a lot of fiwifc'fc
wne 'Vofim Wk rt$t fil"
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