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About The Maupin times. (Maupin, Or.) 1914-1930 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 29, 1915)
LOVE M nUDCY KGEIXTT DURGEB5 cooYxiettr by ccurrr aunerss i n i 6YN0P8I3. Lord, I generally HU Bonistelle, artist-photographer, pre pares for the day's work In his studio. L'lodte Fisher, his assistant, reminds him :t a party he Is to give In ths studio that night, and that his business Is In bad Snanctal shape. Mr. Doremus, attorney md justice of the peace, calls and Informs Hall that his Uncle John's will has left him $4,000,000 on condition that he marry before his twenty-eighth birthday, which begins at midnight that night. Mrs. Rena Ftoyallon calls at the studio. Hall asks her to marry him. She agrees to give film an answer at the party that night. Miss Carolyn Dallys calls. Hall proposes to her. She agrees to give him an an iwer at the party, Rosumund Gale, art model, calls. Hall tries to rush her Into nn immediate marriage. She, too, defers her answer until the evening. Flodle tries to show Hall a certain way out of the nilxup, but he Is obtuse. Jonas Hasslng bury, heir to the millions in case Hall (ails to marry on time, calls. - CHAPTER VI. Continued. Flodle stared at him fascinated, as l bird by a snake. Try as she could, It wbb Impossible to dony his accusation. "Hold on a minute, now!" He shook his finger Impressively. "I'd give a good deal If I was satisfied he wouldn't be married before midnight." Flodte could stand it no longer. It was useless to attempt to hide her feelings from this man. Her heart was bursting. "Oh, so would I, if I had the money I" she cried, woebe gone. Jonas leaned back, with a smile of victory on his face. "Wall, I guess I got to the woman of it at last," he gloated. "All women is Just alike, when you come right down to it. 'One man among a thousand have I found; but a woman among all those have I not found' that Is, different. But that's neither here nor there. I sus pected you was sweet on Hall; your face give you dead away. Wall, then, miss," he brought it out deliberately, "seems to mo our Interests ought to be identical." "What d'you mean?" Something In Flodie's subconsciousness was awak ened. "You, bein' a woman, don't want him to marry anybody else. Wall, neither do I." He watched her closely, heart lessly. "I see," said Flodle frigidly, "be cause you'd lose a fortune." "Oh. it ain't the money, miss, don't you misinterpret my motives. I don't want a cent of It for myself. It's what I can do with It. See here; if Hall gets that money, he's bound to throw It away on all sorts of foolishness. If he marries tonight, some sheep-head ed, extravagant woman will have the spendln' of it." He watohed the shaft strike Flodie, and went on. "Whare . as, if I inherit it why, I got my plans all laid out a'ready." He leaned for ward earnestly. "Why, do you know miss, they's heathen In the tropics what don't know what clothes be, let alone the Bible. They tell me they ain't a toothbrush nor a pair o' corsets in all Polynesia. And all of them mis arable niggers got to be damned ever lasting. Then they's hospitals I In tend to endow, and tracts ought to be printed." But Flodie's eyes were cast down. He saw that he had lost his audience, and came back to his best argument. "Think o' Hall's wife throwin' that cash round on parties, and low-necked dresses to say nothin' o' balls and concerts and theaters 1" "Well," Flodie said, with a pathetic look In her face, "I don't see what we can do about It. He's made up his mind to marry tonight, and he's al ready proposed to three women." Jonas whistled long and low. "Looks like we got to get to work in a hurry, don't it? See here, miss," he spoke slowly and emphatically. "You can do it. Why, women is born for tricks like this. What's that Jeremiah says? 'A woman shall compass a man.' That's right, too. You'll find a way and depend on me to help all I can. What d'ye say?" Flodie's mind had already Jumped to the task. Why not try to save Hall? that was the excuse she gave her self. To be disloyal to him was un thinkable; but to prevent a lifelong unhaDpiness due to his marrying any one of the three women he had pro posed to ah, that was another thing! What If she could accomplish it, and get the best of this scheming hypo crite Into the bargain? There was a maanlncent chance for a woman's straUrrl Suddenly the thought came, beautiful, complete. She jumped ap axeitedly. "I know!" she, cried. "What? Got an idee a'ready V Jo vaa grinned. "Te! I'll tell you. I'm going to get those three women together In this room and then I'll Just let natnre take Us course! It aomething doew't happen, then I don't know anything about women." Jonas chuckled, delighted. "Wall, that will be a picnic, won't it! By Hmlnv Td like to see the fun!" "No," said Flodle, "you'll hava U leave. I've got lota to do, if I'm to .n.. this thlna. and I've got to do It alone. Now, let's see! Wait a min uteHall's giving a party R.mnn.. I tell him that I invited you, ...i von come round at about eleven I o'clock. Then I'll tell you how mat ters are going." "Eleven o'clock! git to bed by ten." "You won't tonight, then. Better drink some coffee if you're sleepy. And I guess it'll be worth sitting up for. Good afternoon, Mr. -Hassing-bury!" Flodie did not offer to shake hands. Jonas gazed at her in ever-growing admiration. "Say, miss," he ventured, "it ain't often I get loony over a wom an. -1 don't trust 'em enough. But I've took conslder'ble fancy to you, somehow. You got a good head on your shoulders, you have!" Flodle evaded his hand. "Well, it's likely to stay there, I'm afraid. At any rate, it'll never be on yours, Mr. Hasslngbury." With which Flodie went, without honoring him with another glance, Into the stockroom, leaving him to take his departure alone. CHAPTER VII. After Jonas Hasslngbury had left, Flodla went to the telephone and called up a number. "Mrs. Royalton- ... Yes, this is Miss Fisher at Mr. Bonlstelle's, you know . . . about your pictures . Could you drop in this afternoon and see some proofs? . . . Oh, yes, lovely, I think . . . About three o'clock, if you will . . . Good-by!" Next she called up Miss Dallys, and said nearly the same thing; both la dies agreed to call. But how about r' .- apathetically. "Of course I'm nothin' but a Janitor now but Miss Fisher, if I only had you I'd show 'em. And say, don't go yet, please. Miss Fisher wait till I get rid of it for once and for all It'll do me good you wouldn't ever have the likes of me, I know that ain't all of it it's only I want to do something for you, just to prova how I feel! If I could only help you some way! don't you understand how It is, Miss Fisher? Won't you give me a try sometime? That's all I want now!" Flodle, leaning against the table, watched him with tears in her eyes. Ah, Flodie understood! How well she knew! She could no longer laugh at him. Kindly she stretched forth her hand; and the Janitor who. In all his life had never known gallantry, reached for it, and kissed it as natu rally as might a courtier. He touched Flodie's little hand as if it were a holy relic; and on it there fell a soft rain of tears. Flodle bit her Up; she slowly shook her head. "I'm awfully sorry, Alfred, really; but I don't see what I can do." Alfred's lips quivered, and his hands writhed as he replied: "Why, all I want you to do is to promise, Miss Fisher auk me to do something for you. Something hard to do. The very hardest thing you know. Why, I'd do anything. Miss Fisher, anything! Alfred meant literally what he said. She put her soft hand in his. "I know what you mean, Alfred," she said so- berly. "You're so good! Ill call on you If ever I need you. I'll promise, She turned a little sadly back to bar desk. . "All right." Alfred's look feasted on her. He paused by the door. It a really more than I ever hoped for, Miss Fisher, what you Just said! Thank you!" He left, almost with dignity. Flodle turned to her work. From the telephone to her printing she vl brated, and from that to her accounts, occasional inspection of Alfred's prog. ress, and arrangements for the eve ning's refreshments. Meanwhile her busy mind was going over the problem of managing her trio of rivals. If she could only find Rosamund! Rosamund she had, from the first, disliked; she had always resented her appearance. Now she fairly longed foT her to open the door. She thought and thought of some possible way to reach her. In a half hour, miraculously, as It summoned by Flodie's mental demand, who but Rosamund did open the door! Rosamund Gale, more patronixlng, more assured and nonchalant than ever. "Hello," she said coolly; "Hall here?" She sauntered up to the mir ror and poked at her golden ringlets. "Why, no. Mr. Bonistelle has Just left," said Flodie, suspiciously cordial, stopping her writing. "But I m expect ing him any minute. Wont you wait?" Rosamund craned her neck, trying had watched over and saved them This happened many, many years ago. but John and Frank still have the broken arrow, which they show to their grandchildren, who think it the best of fun to hear the story of the broken arrow and the Indians. JUDGE WHO WAS ONCE A BOY THE BROKEN ARROW. John and Frank lived in a cabin on tho prairie. This was many years ago, when the Indians were not as friendly with the white man as they are now, for they thought he. had taken their hunting grounds from them and left them without a home, and every white man they saw they shot at with their bows and arrows, or, if they found his home, they would burn it and kill all the people. John and Frank drove many miles with their father and mother in big wagon called a prairie schooner and drawn by two horses. It had a covering of sailcloth that kept out the rain, and all their cooking uten ells and bedding, as well as other things, were carried in there. It took many days to reach the place wnere their father had intended to locate, and some nights they made their beds on the ground and other times in the wagon, but they enjoyed it, and, best of all, the cooking was done over a fire built upon the ground. After they reached the place it was a long time before they had a house or cabin, and they had only two rooms when it was finished. There a place i Many a Lad Has Owed His Start in Life to Kindly Encouragement of Inquisitive Tendency, An eleven-year-old "reporter" Inter viewed Judge Brown of the municipal court on the subject of boys and their parents. The answers set down by the aspiring journalist prove that the judge has not forgotten his own boy hood. Many a lad has owed his start in life to kindly encouragement of the inquisitive tendency. It is easy enough to snub a youthful questioner or put him off with curt, unsatisfactory an swers. Yet it has been said that the beginning of reform Is to ask ques tions and the start can hardly be made too soon. The boy is to be pitied without a live, quick mental reaction to the stim ulus he receives from all manner of natural phenomena. It Is a good sigu when the child wants to know and is not satisfied with mechanical jargon and listless routine. Molt of us treas ure to the end of our lives the memory of one who was not too busy to reply. Life is a standing interrogation. The man who writes with force and feeling needs to ask Intelligent questions of the whole visible universe, and to ex plore the secret places of his own spirit. He ought not to discourage the same tendency in others, no mat ter how young they are. Philadelphia Public Ledger. SMHflE BROTHERS JOIN A PIG CLUB The Arrows Flew Very Near Them. Was built for the horses, and the boys were told they could ride old Hanni bal, who was a big, clumsy old horse, but very gentle. They used to climb to his back with a ladder. One boy would grasp him by the mane and the other would put his arms around his brother, and away they would go over Three Sons of a Georgia Dairyman Win Considerable Money With Hogs While Attending School. A year ago the three Bons of a dairy man living seven miles out of Macon, Ga did not have a cent in bank, but had two small purebred Duroc-Jersey pigs. Two of the boys Joined the Bibb County Pig club. Today all three boys belong to the Bibb County Pig club, and have In one of the Macon banks over $150, made while going to school. One of the banks in Macon offered a deposit of one dollar and a metal savings bank to each of the Bibb County Pig club members who would make good. Making good consisted in exhibiting a purebred pig at the fair and delivering to the county agent a record of feeds and weights, showing how much it cost per pound to raise it. Out of the 42 boys who made good a 1 E ) - 3 1 A '.MK3!S finiiniiiiiiiiifnrWSg TTTTTMTfl T VIEW IN SRINAQAR "It'a Hard to Ketch You Alone, You Know" Rosamund? She wandered from stu dio to studio. Well, Flodie must risk it. Perhaps she could be found later. Meanwhile she had much to do. She flew back to the printing room, and went to work on the negatives. They must all be finished before the ladies arrived, that they might suspect noth ing. Quickly her fingers flew. Sud denly she looked up. Who was tnat in the office? Flodie went m and found Alfred the Pale, with a big hunch of evergreen garlands. He pulled off his hat and grinned. "Will I fix up the studio now?" he asked. "Yes." said Flodle, "right away." She held up a proof of Carolyn Dallys and Inspected it critically. Alfred, meanwhile, was regarding his Idol. "Well, why don't you go ahead about It?" Flodle inquired severely. "Say, Miss Fisher," Alfred set down his bundle and approached her. "It's so hard to ketch you alone, you know " No. I don't. We must have those decorations up in a hurry." Flodie, however, did see something In the poor janitor's face which made her start hastily for the stockroom. "Oh, I know it ain't no use, Miss Fisher, but It'll be a satisfaction even to be throwed down. It 11 be some' thing, anyway. I can't stand It any longer." Flodie stared at the hopeless Janitor, Faint heart ne'er won fair lady, but till, his look was Battering. There was a mild balm in his devotion, as he fawned on her. It softened ber heart. Now, Alfred," he began, "don't you be silly !" "I Just can't help It, Miss Fisher! ha exclaimed. "I got to be silly! If I didn't see you every day, here oh dear, ain't they any hope for me? Not never?" He waited a moment, wistfully. Flo dla watched him with a curious far away interest, as at an Injured animal Then she said gently, "It s not use, Al fred. You know I couldn't possibly. 1 don't want you to say another word about It." Flodie, as she spoke, flu zered a thin gold chain about her neck. Dangling, warm on her breast, was a tiny golden locket, one of Hal Bonlstelle's few gifts, treasured leal ously by Flodle, worn night and day Alfred Smallish had already given no all hope. "Oh, I know," he said Jlv , . 8 . V i .V the prairies, but Indians had never "Those pictures of mine developed? " ''"'"..' ,... f(W 0,i "No, Miss Gale. Mr. Bonistelle had to work on some of his customers'. I'm sorry." "Well, I should think he might get mine done first. I was In an awful hurry to see 'em." "Well, he has to attend to business part of the time, you know. Miss Gale," said Flodle "Oh, Indeed!" Rosamund gave her a long, cruel stare. "I don't see why he bothers about his old business so much. He can afford to take It easy, well enough "Well, of course I wouldn't say any- thing about it to a customer, you know, but so long as you and Hall are bothered them, so their father and mother felt it was safe for them to ride alone. One day, after they had been there about a year, their father had to go to the nearest town, which was many miles away, and could not return be fore the next day, but their mother did not feel afraid, Bhe had been there so long without seeing the Indians. The boys rode a short distance with their father and then turned back, but the days were so nice they did not go directly home. Old Hannibal trotted along, enjoying It as much as the boys did, when all at once he made a queer whinnying noise, and the boys saw f.H.,,,1,. kv wall, the that he trembled. .uvu . .u.i 1. l,t fM U I'm r.th.r worried " iney Q1U not auuw urni uuiocd u.- - - -- ----- . . . . Flodie noted with glee that Rosa, scent Indians, Dut tney ion ma.. tuuiB- mnrt w. loln color. thing was wrong, urn nann.mu Bu- "Do you mean to say that Hall loped toward nome, me uoys u.6a. ,. . ii . 11 a than "mild whan "whl7.! Bonistelle Ibu t doing as wen as wen, an won no .. ..... ..n o. h .ov?" Bn.amund da- wh z " something now past inem. maded. Vttmk, who was Deninu, turnea auu Flodle smiled with secret satlsfac- saw a short distance from tnem mree tion. "Oh, I wouldn't exactly say that, or four Indians, lie uiu nui urn mm., you know, but then-well, it costs a but told him to make oia tianniDai lot to run this place. Here, look at those bills! I don't think he'd mind, so long as It's you!" She handed Rosa mund a neatly folded parcel. "I don't know how In the world we're ever going to pay them Rosamund turned them over curi ously, frowning. "H'm!" she said to were beating fast. herhelf, through tightened lips. "Quite bunch of 'em, isn't there? Why, I don't see how he can expect to " she gazed anxiously at Flodle. Flodle, seeing her advantage, art fullv receded. "Oh, Mr. Bonistelle if optimistic, you know. He always think e's Kolng to come out all right. Just eo faBter. "Whiz! whiz!" came again, ana this time the arrows flew very near them. "Are the Indians after us?" asked John. "Yes," said Frank; "hang on and we may get away," but tneir little nearts The mother had been watching the boys through a spyglass, and saw by the way old Hannibal acted that some thine was the matter. Then she saw the Indians. She went in and bar ricaded the door, for the poor mother knew the boys would not have a chance of escape if the horse stopped Lloyd Bourque of Louisiana and Hog He Raised. 32 let their dollar deposit remain In the bank. Two of the latter were the dairyman's sons, who won considera ble prize money with their boar and sow pigs. This prize money was de posited with the bank deposit won by making good and is part of their sav ings, together with subsequent de- HE Valley of Kashmir is very like the "Beautiful Country" of a fairy story one feels after the Journey thither aB If one had come up to a new world through a trap-door, or even, possibly, up a beanstalk. Anyhow, one Is glad to forget the means of arrival and to bask in and gloat over the beauties and comforts around one. Let us say It is a May day, that "we" are two (mind, not three!) normal, healthy mortals, come to fairyland to enjoy ourselves In a quiet way and, for the encouragement of the majority let us add, an economical way, Bays W. J. Clutterbuck in Country Life. Our temporary home is a "boarded doonga," a light form of houseboat, floating on the Jhelum river, and, like Above, the sky is clearest Blue flecked with high, light clouds, cast ing shadows which chase each other over the hills and plain, Round us stretches the fertile land, bright with spring crops or brilliant with flowers, but our vision Is cauglit ana Dounaea by walls of dazzling beauty enclosing this favored land the snow-covered Himalayas. Wherever we look they seem to Bcreen us from the world, and we wonder where the gateway la the trap-door has closed behind us, and tant pis! Blue, white and green is our land just now, the freshest of spring green the irises, which cover the banks, sometimes for acres, are blue, the larger lrisos are white, grow ing on the Mohammedan graves usu ally occupying a little knoll In each tiny village. The klngnshers, nasning In the sun, are blue jewels, turquoise and sapphire blended. The water, laz ily rippling against our bows, reflects the harmony of blue, white and green. This peaceful beauty alone might make, us sleep away our days, but there Is too much that Is novel and Interesting round us for that the peo ple who live In the magic valley, their homes, their works, iirown villages clustering under magnmcent Biiaay trees, chenar (of the great maple fam ily), mulberry and walnut mostly, are protty frequent near the banks of tho Jhelum. They are of a rich brown because the houses are entirely n'osits A sow they exhibited had her first of wood seasoned oy weainer to mis at the lower end. and these they swing on high with both hands, bringing them down on the rice with a resound- ' Ing whack, In turn. It must be fine, physical exercise, and by the results we can highly recommend it, tor finer specimens of the female form we have seldom seen. Thoy are tall, upright, and splendidly developed, with a stately walk and carriage of the head, and their hands, bare feet and ankles always seemed fine and slender. As to their features we can give no opin ion as they are extraordinarily shy of foreigners and . Invariably cover their faces on our approach with the . cotton cloth which all women wear on their heads. This is a place of home-woven cotton of a brownish white shade roughly a yard square, one comer folded under for the front and the rest hanging down. The male population are tall and good looking, of a Jewish cast of coun tenance and, unless tanned by outdoor work to mahogany color, they are lit tle darker than a southern Italian. On the Way to Srlnagar. And so we glide along towards Srln agar, the capital town, not, however, without hard work for someone; for It Is up-Btream, and in the spring the current is strong and swift. We are propelled by long poles, or when there is a suitable stretch of river bank we are towed by four or five boatmen, assisted by the family of our head boatman, who Inhabits another boat shared with our servants, in the wake of our doonga. On our way we hava to cross the largest lake In India, the Wular, shallow and full of reeds, weeds, and edible plants, but treacher ous for top-heavy houseboats, on ac count of their size and shallowness, and being surrounded on two sides by high mountains, whence wind ami storms descend with appalling speed and vlclousness. Here the pluck of the Kashmiri boatman does not come to the front, and be beseeches tho sahib not to venture on tho danger ous wator unless he Is pretty sure of a calm crossing. Autumn Ib the best time to explore the city of Srlnagar and Its surround ings, to find out those wonderful old buildings of primeval stone, the origin a wee bit reckless, perhaps, but then, at the house, and her only hope was well, I guesB it'll be all right." that he would gallop on to the town, Leavina- this to sink into Rosa- some miles beyond, but even sne aid mund's alarmed mind, Flodie walked not think the boys would be alive, inte the stockroom and proceeded with Then she prayed. her printing and washing. Meanwhile the boys were near the Say. Mis Fisher!" Rosamund barn, and "whiz!" again came the ar- called out, "how much salary do you rows. This time they felt a sharp litter of seven red headed pigs at Talr time. She is at present the mother of a second litter, in which there are 12, all of them thrifty. These boys will be exhibitors at the fair this fall, and the bank will have to surrender three more one-dollar de posits and three metal savings banks for the three pure-bred pigs exhlbltod and three complete records delivered. dark shade. There Is no glass In the of which no man can tell ub. Mighty get, anyway?" (TO BB CONTINUED.) Case of Forgetfulnett. Mrs. Sherburne Hopkins, who re cently left society for the stage, smiled the other evening when the conversa tion at a social affair turned to forget- fulness. She said she was reminded of an Incident along that line. Soma days ago Brown was rambling along the boulevard when ha mat Green. Cordial handshake, a donation et cigars, and thea some talk. "By tha way, old man," wonderingly queried Brown, glanctpg at the other's band, "what have you got a string tied around that finger for?" "My wlfa out it there." replied Green. "It wa to remind me to mall a letter for her." "I see," laughingly returned Brown, "Did you mail It?" "No," was tha smiling response of Green, "she for got to giva it to me." Philadelphia Telegraph. MADE A MATTER OF BARTER John Wanted Contract to Be Explicit at to the Ownership of Those Trousers. A village clergyman In England, walking round his parish, met an old parishioner. "Well, John," ha ald. "how Is It I have not seen you at church for several Sundays?" "Hain t got no Sunday trousers," answered John. "Well," said the clergyman, 1 think wa can remedy that I have a pair at home which will just about fit you, and I will have them sent to you today. "Thank'ee!" said John. The trousers were duly sent, and the following three Sundays John was seen at church. Then, after being absent for some time, the clergyman again met him. "Well, John," he aid, "you have no excuse for not coming to church lately. How Is It I have not seen you there?" "Look here, parson!" said John. "I Ilka a man to speak plain. I know what you J mean; you're a-thinklng about them trousers. 1 come to church three Sun cays, an', If you don't think 1 earned them trousers, just tell me how many more Sundays I shall ha' to coma afore they're mine altogther! Sensible Soothsayer. "You are going to have a great deal of money some day," said the clair voyant. "Am I going to marry It or ears It?" asked the pleased client. "You are going to marry It, but you'll earn It, all right!" pain, and just then old Hannibal ran into the barn. The Indians came up behind them, looked around the barn, shook the door of the cabin, looked In the win dow and for some unknown reason did not break down the door. They may have thought the place deserted, as there was no sign of life. But where wore the boys, and why did the In dians give up looking for them? The mother saw from her hiding place that the Indians were going away and taking old Hannibal with them. But where were the boys 7 She did not dare think what had hap pencd to them. After a long time she unbarred the door and went Into the barn. "John! Frank!" Bhe called Then she listened. Did she hear some one say "Mother"? Yes, It came from under the floor. Again she called, and this time she heard very plainly, "Mother, here we are under the floor! And there they were. As old Han nihal bounded Into the stable the boys fi'll from his back and rolled Into a hole in tho floor, and falling on the tott dressing under the stable, they bad In some miraculous way escaped '.ho eyes of the Indians. The mother took a ladder and soon reached them, but they were pinned together by an arrow through the flesh on their thin shoulders. The peopl who lived on the prairies in those days knew how to do all sorts of things, and the mother soon removed the row and dressed the wounds. Then iha knelt and thanked the One who Ar. They Tell It in England. William," said the teacher of a rosyfaced lad, "can you tell me who George Washington waB?" "Yes, ma'am," was the quick reply. He was an American gen'ral." "Quite right," replied the teacher. And can you tell us what George Washington was remarkable for?" Yes, ma'am," replied the little boy. He was remarkable because he was an American and told the truth." windows they are simply of carved, olerced wood, or have paper stretched here and there whore panes of glass Bhould be. The roofs are of turf of a onerous thickness on which a fine crop of grass and fiowors grows. Women Always Busy. Most of the work seems to be done out of doors, the women are always busy and chattering In groups, forever huBklng rice, or washing clothes In the river, while delightful children swarm around and paddle and play. Husking rice is the great occupation ot the women's lives seemingly, and most laborious It Is. The rice U placed in a stone mortar about three feet high, standing in ine open air, anywhere near the houses, then two women take heavy wooaen stumps, say lx feet long, heavier and thicker templos to unknown gods they must have been, the great slabs of stone wrought and moved by other hands than those of the unenterprising Kash miri of today, and plans thought out by more cultured brains. Martund, tho greatest, stands alone on a hillside, the Inner" shrine and surrounding . colonnade still visible in mighty frag-mnta- Pandrethan. a perfect little example, standing in the center of a deep pool, perhaps a shrine to serpent gods. In the city Itself are many more memories of far off and great days, well worth finding out; besides which, In these saunters through tha crowded byways, one sees the people as they live, and not only the English speaking, touting and begging crowd who swarm round the houseboats la the residency quarter. Didn't Know Dad. Teacher One should be thought- ful In dispensing favors. For exam ple, suppose your father, Johnny, was in a crowded street car and two ladles, one old and the other young, got In, which of them would he give his seat to? Watch Your Manner. As a rule courtesy receive courtesy. Many timea a rudeness which we re sent was called out by something out of the way In our own conduct A child will very often speak imperti nently to one who addresses mm rouehlv. while courtesy he instinctive ly answers in kind. The girl who Is Johnny Guess you don't know dad. contlnuaiiy encountering rudeness, had He wouldn't give It to either. Not Much Account. bn Jlmmle's birthday his uncle gave him a knife. His mother told him he ought to give his uncle a penny so that it would not cut their friend ship. "Oh, well," rejoined Jlmmle, "It won't cut anything else, so I guess U won't cut our friendship. better make a study of her own man ner. Rather Hard on Father. Among the Waiwal tribe of tha Amazon basin, as among several oth ers, the curious custom of the couvade prevails; that Is, when a child is born, the father takes to Lis hammock and remains there for a month. During this time he retrains from all strong food and the women wait upon bim as an Invalid. Meantime the mother of the child goes about her work. Nature Lite In the Amazon Wilder ness, in Travel Apples for All. "Harry," said tho teacher to a pup,, in the Juvenile class, "how would you divide six apples among seven boys I so that each would get an equal share?" "I'd make them Into apple sauce," replied the bright youncster. Derivation of "Canon." The word "canon" Is Greek tor rule," and is Itself derived from canna," a ned, which was selocted by carpenters on account oi its stralfthtness. Hence from a measur ing rule, It became a figurative ruie for measuring and .regulating cnurcn doctrines. Qualified Indorsement. "Yes," said J. Fuller Obom. the de servedly unpopular pesslmlBt, "the Hon. Dodd Gastum was a line fellow and an able statesman that Is, If you are absolutely certain he dead." Judg Imitation Good and Bad. The instinct to Imitate is, like most other InBtlncts, highly serviceable. But it has to be kept under control. Before we yield to It we ought to be sure that what we Imitate Is good. One of the most pitiful things In the world is to see people Imitating what Is unworthy under the Impression that such Imitation seems creditable, Agile Kangaroo. Kangaroos, ot which tbere are 64 species, ran sometimes leap as much as 20 feet The male kangaroo stands from six to seveu feet bUh.
