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About The Maupin times. (Maupin, Or.) 1914-1930 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 17, 1915)
The Man and The Tiger By Georgs Munson (Copyright, ml, by VV. O. Chapman.) When Loftls, touted at hla dusk In hit odlce In the tittle Indlun town whore be wits doputy magistrate looked up to boo his trusted orderly, Rum Singh, covoring him with a re volver, bis first Idoa was that the boat had alTected his brain, ills second, which was tho corroct one, was that the long expocted mutiny had broken out at last. Ham Singh spoke with qulot delib eration. "Your time has come, Sahib. Will you pledge mo your Sahib's word to come quietly outsldo, whore the Rajah awaits you? Or must 1 shoot the Sahib?" Loftls understood the alternative. , It was sudden death without torture, or a slow doath plus torture. Person ally he preferred the former. But as the sole representative of British pow er wlthlnja radius of seventy miles, he conceived the Idea that It was his duty to be game to the last, and, look ing up, be saw that Ram Singh bad formed the same opinion concerning his Intentions. ' Loftls walked quietly out of his of fice Into the presence of the mutineers drawn up outside tho office. Among them, reclining In bis palanquin, was the Rajah. Loftls bad known the Rajah for three years. The Rajah was an up-to-date ruler, with a palace a mile away, brilliantly Illuminated by elec tricity, and full of electrical devices, phonographs, moving-picture appar atus, with a whole company of trained actors upon the' spot, automatic birds and animals Just such a ruler as modern India turns out by tho score. Loftls had been Instrumental In arous- Looks Very Much Like the Tiger. Ing the Rajah's anger six months pre viously. He had, In fact, roscued an unfortunate slave who was about to be thrown to the Rajah's pet tiger. The rulor had hated him cordially ever since, and Loftls suspected what fate was awaiting him. He faced the king with steady eyes. The Rajah smiled. Loftls did not smile. "This moans rebellion?" he asked. The Rajah noddsd. "0 yes, yes, certainly," he nnswored. "Will you please come to my palace? It Is nec ewaryto take care of you In the pres ent disturbed state of affairs, you know. You will be very er com fortable there." Loftls, guarded by two soldiers of the native army, followed In the wake of the palanquin, Arrived at the palace, he was es corted to a luxuriantly-furnished suite of rooms and left under close guard. He spent the remainder of the day there. He wondered what particular form of cruelty the Rajah was de vising for htm. From his Impression of the Rajah's character he assumed that the pleasantor the preliminaries, the more distasteful the sequence would be. On the following morning at day break he was aroused by two ot the Rajah's men and escorted toward the throne room. Before reaching the en trance, however, his guard turned aside and led him down a flight ol atone Btaira that led into a dungeon. As Loftls gazed about him in the profound darkness, he became aware that he was moving upward. The dun geon was, in fact, a large edition ot an elevator. It stopped, and suddenly it was flooded with light He looked up, to And, himself In the throne room. Before him, seated up on a dais, was the Rajah, wearing a benevolent smile, round the ruler were gathered his chiefs and statesmen, all intently watching the prlsonor. Loftls discovered that he was in a huge transparent cage, built presuma bly ot glass, but thick enough to have the resisting power ot steel. The cage was circular, and beyond it the faces of the spectators were perfectly visi ble. The glass was as conductive ot sound as all glass is. Loftls could hear the applause, he wondered what deviltry the Rajah was contriving. Swiftly he knew, for he heard a snarl behind him, and, turning, per ceived the man-eating tiger within the cage. At the same time hp heard a click, and an attendant scurried away. 1 ..The cage had evidently door, fit ting so closely that it escaped detec tion. Through this the monster had ' been driven, and now stood with bared fangs, confronting him. It wheeled and began to encircle him, Lofts turned too. Beyond the tiger's face he could see the Interest ed face ot the Rajah, and those of the audience, evidently enjoying them selves. Hit blood ran cold at he looked into the snarling, cavernous jaws, distend ed, Um glmlng tang, the claws out stretched from the velvet puws, roudy to rend him. Unarmed, he hnd no chance what ever. All he could do was to die as gamely as possible. He tried to nerve hlmsolf to sol an example to the ruler; he knew thut on his behavior might dopnnd the lives of hundreds of worn en and children, shut up In lonely bill stations within the Itajuh s realm. The tlgor suddenly loapod. Loftls dodged, ducked and flud away until ho came up against the glass partition. Ho heard the laughter of the audi ence; he board the bandclapplng. It was rare sport for thorn. The tiger leaped again, and again Loftls dodged It. It was curious, but when he regained his poise the mon stor soomod no nearer than before. It circled round and round, as If It would never weary of stalking him, the saliva dripping from its fangs, Its huge tusks projecting like an elephant's. Suddenly Loftls remembered that he hnd his pocket knife In his trousers. With that woll, thore was practically no chance, but at least he could make a bettor showing. He drew It out and hold It In his band. It was a large pocket knife, but a tiny wenpon In dued. If he could strike forcibly enough to ponotrute tho monster's hide and cut the blood vossels or the throatl That was his only desperate hope. Ho, In turn, bogan to stalk the mon stor, which seemed curiously evasive in the dim light at that end of the hall. Either some of the bulbs had, been turned out or be was growing dizzy. He tried to steady himself. He was drawing nearer to the creature at every step, though they circled about each other continuously. He looked Into the striped face, the gleaming eyes, he read the murder Im pulse there, and suddenly Its mate leaped up In his heart. His fears left him. With a ringing shout he sprang forward and dashed at the monster's throat. It was gone. He fell with a thud against the glass of the wall. Stunned, he dropped unconscious; yet even In that Instant he noted an extraordinary fact that he had not previously dis cerned. The monster had bIj. legs, the extra pair snugly tucked away under Its chin. "Yes 0 Indeed, yes, we thank you for a most entertaining exhibition," said the Rajah to Loftls. Loftls opened his eyes. He was back In his apartment, and the Rajah was bending over him with a pleased smile. "You see," tho ruler explained, "my people are vory bitter against the English Just now. It was necessary to give a spectacle a show, you un derstand, before thoy would consent to my sparing your life and remaining neutral In this war. That Is a nice tiger, eh, Mr. Loftls?" He chuckled and doubled over. "No tiger," he said. "Just orthop torls, you undorstand. Indian cricket, shaped and striped like a tiger, but only half an Inch long. Looks very much like a tiger, eh, with a half Inch of magnifying glass'ln front of him?" LOWELL'S TRIBUTE TO RILEY Older Poet Quick to Recognize the Genius Shown by Youthful Man of Letters. Shortly aftor the return ot James RubsoU Lowell from England a series of authors' readings were given In New York at which the returning ambassador and poet presided. James Whltcomb Riley, the Booster poet, had a place on the second program. On the morning ot the day of the reading Mr. Lowell mot a friend In one of the passages leading to the hall. He stopped him and said: "Why have I not heard more of Riley? Tell me all you know about him. I sat up until two o'clock this morning reading his verse, and nothing that has been written In this country for years has touched me so deeply as 'Knee Deep In June.' " Coming back from his long absence to the New England he loved, eager for the wild flowers and for the songs ot the birds of his old home, the old er poot ot the older section under stood at once the new poet of the newer section. Lose Their Appetite for Prunes, It is one of the saddest, It not one of the most comforting, things In life, that when people have caught a glimpse of the best, the second-best can never again content them. If they have once be it only for a mo mentworn the best robe- and tat down to the feast, they will never more really enjoy the husks of the far country; even though the citizens of that country prepare .ha same with their most delicate arts, and serve them up on gold plate. Unwise men do not consider this, and fools do not understand It; so that the former hnd out too late that their souls must be starved to death tor lack of that bet ter thing which thoy once so care lessly threw way; while the latter enjoy their husky diet in peace, un knowing that there Is any hotter thing at all. From "Concerning Isabel Car- uaby," by Ellen Thornaycroft Fowler. "Canned" Oratory. "Our candidate Is going to use pho nographs in his campaign. I'll have charge of one machine." "That's a new idoa In political ma chines. Ot course somebody will have to Btart the thing." "Yes. And I'm expected to stop It whenever the voters feel like cheering a particularly ringing statement, so as to provide suitable Intermissions for applause." Superfluous Question. "In that new servant girl," said Mr. Testy, as he discovered the sugar in the salt shakor, "It seems to me you have found the possessor ot stupidity In its unadulterated, double distilled form. May I ask where you obtained her?" "Why," replied Mrs. Testy, "at the intelligence office, ot course." Judge Protection for Submarines. - An automatic device prevents sub marines from descending to a depth where the pressure of wator would t dangerous. MANDY ALL OVER By IZOLA FORRESTER. "H't the loneliness that gets you after a while, And the neighbors," Taylor added as an afterthought. He stared from the hilltop at tho valley. Ho had boon a dweller In Tula for three weeks, and the silence of tho mountains almost hurt. So far he bad toon Just four human beings old Jed Morse and his daughter, Mandy; the traveler-preacher, Hurley Robert ton, and young Gnbe Williams, who ran the cider mill. Cube and he wore friends at least. It wa Gabe who found out be was Interested In geology, "Thought you was a pcrfossor or something of the sort when I saw you snoopln' 'round like. Mundy said you was an artist 'count of the way you look, and the old man suspluloned you was from the government. We don't notice him. Ho used tur got Into all kinds of trouble with tho government back In the old days, but thut's done away with now, since the ruilroad come through. Mandy went to school threo winters." "Like her, don't you Cabo?" Tay lor had asked, by way of conversation. But Gabe's face had darkened. He throw a stick at an unoffending hound pup that wandered within range. . "Yes, I like her, but I don't stand no tort of show. Ought to see the look in her eyes when the preacher comes around." The preacher came riding down the mountain the next week and Btopped to speak to Taylor, working along a ledge ot rock. "Won't find any gold or silver there, young man," he called up genially. Taylor turned and saw a youthful prophet type, hair that hung short cropped below his ears, eyes wide and dark, face thin and fine featured, the face of the enthusiast and dreamer. Later on the preacher would drop In at his cabin if It was late and talk awhile with him over the fire. He was a university man from Tennes see, eager to hear of the North and of life in the great centers, 'I'm going there some day," he said, staring into the open fire. "Fishers of men. It Is a promise. I am going some day. Here the Beed falls on stony soil." Taylor went to one of his meetings at night down In the valley. Mandy stood on a soapbox and sang in a timid, high mezzo, a Blip of girlhood, with the torchlight flickering on her pretty face and blue eyes that sought the face of the young preacher, while Oabe hung around the shadows and glowered. Then came the last week In Tula. Taylor never forgot it all his life, the place where he had complained of ennui and loneliness. With Gabe's help he struck a lead and followed it up through the ledge. Gabe told of caves farther up in the mountains, caveB that glistened Inside, and not with BtalactlteB, either. Taylor went with him and found mica, tracts of mica that lay In great, unbroken sheets, and he knew a fortune lay close to Gabe's door. When he told the big mountaineer, he put back his head and laughed. "Guess that'll get her, won't it? Womenfolks like money and pretty things, don't they? You go ahead and fix up the deal and get yours out of it. I'm going courtln'," And the next night Harley stopped on the way down toward Jed's, and said ho was going away. God had hoard his prayers and listened to tho cry of his soul. Ho was going north to preach the word In the great cities. While he talked Mandy came up with Taylor's rallk and bread and ttood listening with wide eyes that held fear and a woman's secret In their depths. But Hurley rambled on enthusiastically, and Taylor wanted to grip him and make him .turn and see the gift that lay for him in the girl's tonder eyos. Gabe camo hack along the road late that night and he pounded on the cabin door. "Has the preacher gone up by hero yet?" he called. Taylor said no, he had not seon htm. "I'm going ter get him," Bald Gabe grimly, and passed on. Taylor rose and opened the door. A full moon rode high above the dark mountains. He dressod and went out side, listening. And nearly an hour later he heard Harlcy coming up the road, singing In his full baritone one ot the hymns ho lovod. He had meant to warn htm, but the singing stopped; and, after a while, he judged he had taken another road around the lower bend. But bo could not sleep, and went down to meet Mandy at five on her way up with the milk and fresh eggs for hiu breakfast. She looked radiant and shy. Standing in her little pink cotton drees, barefooted and tanned, she looked like some wild flow or ot her own mountain land, he thought. "Pop's awful mad," she said softly. "He's going to turu me away. 'Count of Gabe. Gabo asked him for me and Pop gave me to htm, but I promised the preacher, and he's coming for mo today. Wo'ro going down to Tula and get married. If Gabe or Pop don't shoot hfm." She said it clmply, fatalistically. It was quite possible, she know. Taylor told her he would come down and go with them, to be suro of fair play. But the day wore on without nny sign of Harloy. Pop had found tho answer to his special problem In a large Jug of cider and had retired from the scene of action. Mandy, with her few belongings and her mother's Bible and sunbonnet beside hor. sat out on the water beuch In the shndo, waiting pa tiently tho coming of the preacher. But the shadows lengthened and It be gan to grow dark down in the valloy. Then came the Bound ot boot on the road, and she laughed. "I kuow he'd come," she said. Tay lor was Bllent. It was Gabo Williams who drow rein it the door and grinned nonchalantly down at them both. "Watting for mo, Mandy?" he asked mildly. " 'Cause I'm ready." "Cut it out, Gabe," advtced Taylor, at he stepped up beside the horse and stroked Itt steaming neck gently. "Preaching in hell, I hope," said 0h Rontnlly. "Ptd yon Ml her I was goln to b rlcfct Tell ter I'd take hor away from here and shr could have anything she liked din monds, too. Did you toll her all that for me?" "Whore's Robertson?" ropeatod Tay lor, holding the brldlo. Gabe avoided ills keen, gray eyos. "What did you do with him?" And all at once the blood of old Jed told. Mandy slipped back Into the cabin and came out with her father's rifle up to hor chin, lfvolod at Gabo, Hor voice rang out clear and sharp In the still air; "You turn about and load tho way or I'll shoot. 1 know you, Gabe Wil liams, and your ways, too. You rldn ahead I" ' And Guhe turned and rode ahead, sullen and doggod, yet proud, too, of her courage In balking him. Taylor tried to take the gun away from her, bitt she shook her head, white-lipped, eyos brilliant with excitement. "You don't know them up hore. You have to cover them," she said. "Go ahead, Gnbo." He led them to the mouth of tlx envo and Mandy waited while the two mon wont In, Bound fast at feet and wrists, Hnrley lay on the brink of a pit, within sound of trickling water, "I was coming to see him everv dny," Gabe said. "I wasn't going to kill him Just frighten him a bit and got him good and hungry and thirsty, then tell him to get out of these parts and never come back after I'd married Mandy. I wasn't going to kill blm nohow." "Gabe, you're a primitive male, but you don't know women." Taylor lift ed the preacher gently. "Help get him out into the fresh air." "I am not hurt or harmed, praise God," Harley gasped. "The cord around my throat was tight. Loosen It, and I will fight the man In the open air." But out in the twilight Mandy wait ed, calm-eyed and dominant over the situation. She took Gabe's horse by the bridle and bade him help set Har ley In the saddle. Then she mounted behind him, and handed Taylor the gun. "You give that to Pop in the mim ing," she said. Til leave the horse In the village, Gabo. You can get It after we're gone. And If you try to shoot when our backs are turned, you'll get me, too. Good-by, Mr. Tay lor." Harley smiled down at them and waved his hand. Her arms held him with a sheltering love, and the glow of the sky seemed to be In her face as they rode away. Gabe watched them out of sight. "That's Mandy all over," he said gently. (Copyright, 1015. by the McClure Newspa per Syndicate.) PARTY TREED BY CARABAO Then Governor General Francis Bur ton Harrison Faced Infuriated Animal and Killed It. Chased up a tree by a wounded cara bao, while engaged In hunting In the Jungle near Bongambong, Nuova Eclja, Gov. Gen. Francis Burton Har rison had one of the most exciting ex periences ot his career in the Philip pine Islands. It was after having been, wounded by a bullet from Mr. Harrison's .405 Winchester that a female carabao charged the governor general and hlB party, forcing them all to take to the trees, and It was shortly afterward that the chief executive of the Philip pines, displaying rare nerve, climbed down from his retreat, and engaging the animal alone on the ground, killed her as she charged, the carabao drop ping dead In her tracks 15 feet from where Mr. Harrison stood, his bullet having struck the animal between the eyes. The governor general and the other members of the party considered the experience rare sport and a fitting climax to a very successful hunting trip. Old Naval Superstition. One ot the oldest superstitions 'in the navy is that to change the name ot a ship Is to court disaster and it is a curious fact that the present war has provided several Illustrations ot the ill luck which seems to attend a renamed vessel. The battleship Triumph was laid down as the Llbertad for Chile; the armored cruiser Good Hope as the Africa, the light cruiser Pathfinder as the FaBtnet, the armored merchant man Vlknor as the Viking, the patrol boat Char aB the Stranton, and torpedo boats 10 and 12 as the Greenfly and Moth. All these vessels of the English navy have gone to the bot tom. ' On the other hand, the four British destroyers which sank four German destroyers In October, 1914, the Loyal, Legion, Lennox and Lance were, until early in 1914, known as the Orlando, Vidia, Portia and Daring. New York of the Future. In the Popular Science Monthly and World's Advance appears an attrac tive description of the New York of the future. This article, based on a report by a prominent engineer, says: "Apartments will be lighted by elec tricity. Heating and cooking will be done with Inexpensive gas. Interbor ough mail will travel through pneu matic tubes. Garbage and ashes will be conveyed swiftly through pipes in the ground. High-pressure water malnB will protect the city against fire, and pure drinking water will be brought from the mountains through the Catskjll aqueduct. Central refrig erating plants will pipe cold air to re frigerators, and, not least in Import ance, from under the streets will come telephone wires, which play so im portant a part in everyday life. Much ot this is already accomplished, and the remainder Is by no means an idle prophecy. Demand Supplied. "Sir, we would like to install t vacuum syntem in your house." "Don't need it. My wife is giving t series of tango teat and I have to listen to the talk." Kindly Precautions. "Our doctor is considerate, to say the least." "Always examines you for heart trouble before he render hit blU." N EC II N A M V'"i'J ',' -" ' . V ' . Xz. i ' j. IMIillifrilillitiillJ THE SOIL of Armonla, land of many miseries and massacres, Is drinking the blood of her Christian martyrs again. To ine memory or tne most ot us It seems as If tho Christian nations have always been protesting against Armenian butcheries by the Turks, It Is a singular land, that In which the Turks are putting so many men, women and children to tho sword. It Is a land so old, reaching so far back Into the morning mlBts of history thut the earliest legends of the human race point to it as the birthplace ot man kind. There rise the headwaters of the River Euphrates, which flows on through the Garden of Eden. Mount Ararat lifts Its sublime head above the plain of those massacres with the same placid oblivion to human cries and pangs that It showed when Noab't Ark rested there. The very village founded by Noah and his family when they emerged from the Ark Is yet there, the oldest Inhabited town In the world. The Armenian is the oldest branch of Aryan stock on this earth. They trace their descent back to Japbet, grandson of Noah. That may or may not be true, but certain it is that from that land In the shadow of Ar arat, somewhere In the region now generally designated as Armenia, the human race first began tbat process of migration and development that has led to the peopling of every corner of the earth. Sacred Treasure of Armenia. In the southern Caucasus, near the meeting point of Persia, Russia and Turkey,' Is situated the most treas- Puins ured and sacred possession of the Ar menian nation, the monastery and cathedral of Echmiadzin, the Holy See ot Armenian Christians, the heart of the Armenian nation, and the source of that strength which has held to gether and guided the Armenians through centuries of persecution, war fare and massacre, says a bulletin ot the National Geographic society. Ech miadzin is the seat of the cathollcus, or primate, of the Gregorian Armenian church. Mount Ararat lies Just to the south of the venerable Armenian see. Here runs the Russo-Turklah frontier, while a tew miles to the southeast lies Per sia. The monastery lies about 3,000 feet above the sea, 40 miles north ot Ararat, and 12 miles west ot Erivan, the capital of the Russian government In which it is situated. The Armenian Rome Is surrounded by massive, gray mud walla, which inclose the mon astery, the cathedral and an academy. The buildings are arranged around a great quadrangle, In the center of which stands the cathedral of St. Greg ory the Illuminator, a church of more ancient beginnings than even far famed Santa Sophia of Constantinople. It has been the bulwark of Christian ity against the barbarians of Asia since 302, and, though Its fight hat PRACTICAL AID FOR CUPID English Novelist Proposes a Quarterly Assembly of Young People Who ' Desire to Get Married. Surely something better could be done than the leaving of everything to chance in matrimony, according to an English novelist. Could there not be a national quarterly assembly held under suitable auspices of all persons desiring to get married, and not quite suited, at which the mere presence ot the parties would be an intimation ot their desire for marriage, without In the least committing them in any way? As almost every one desires to get married, provided the proper person can be found, the mere admission of desire by presence at any assembly need not trouble any bashful maiden. Besides, these functions would prob-' ably become to popular in a short time tbat they would serve their purpose equally well although the original ob ject ot the Institution might not al ways be present to tho minds ot the aaaem bl era. LAND of-1 AK1YRS been unusually severe, long and hero ic, little it known ot Echmiadzin among the peoples of the West. The library of Echmiadzin Is a treasure store of Armenian documents and literature, and on Its shelves are kept some remarkable manuscripts of the gospels, dating from the ninth and tenth centurlec. Tbo monks main tain a type foundry and a printing press, and they have accomplished great things for the education of their people and for the development of Ar menian literature. The academy con nected with Echmiadzin Is one of the Jlrat educational Institutions In the Ar menian world, and many of Its pupils do excellent graduate work In German and Russian universities. It was founded under Cathollcus George IV In 1873, and regularly trains between 200 and 300 boys. Anl is a remarkable ruined Ar menian city In the heart ot the Cau casus battlefields. Its thick, crum bling walls and the ragged foundations of Its ancient buildings, mayhap, have served, since the outbreak of the great war, as defenses for the Russian or Turkish soldiers. Ani Is the Ar menian Pompeii. The ruins lie In a rolling, parched, upland country, almost deserted. They are near the Alexandropol-Erlvan rail way, a little more than thirty miles south ot Alexandropol, and some thirty-five miles from the Russo-Ottoman boundary. There is a steep hill to the south and east of the storied cap ital of the old Armenian kingdom, and through a tortuous gorge beside the dead city flows the Arpa Chal, a weird, bright-green river. Ani was once a famous, Bplendld or ANI capital, the "city with the 1,001 churches," whose influence extended throughout the Caucasus, and as tar as England in the West. All that re main of its population are an aged Armenian monk, the director of ex cavations and the pleasant host to stray antiquarians and other tourists to places out of the way, and a few Armenian peasants. The ancient capital was built upon a promontory, out by the Arpa Chal and a small tributary stream. Across the third side its founders bad cut a ditch, making their city floor a raised platform, which gave it great advan tages for defense in the days before cannon could hurl their destruction from the neighboring heights. Ani was a strong fortress in Its heyday, and its powerful walls, with their many towers, are still standing, strung around the plain. The walls have largely decayed, however, through the centuries in which the city has lain quiet and unpeopled, Back of the walls He the remains of churches, palaces and public places without number, some just the heavy groundwork, suggesting the oldtlme structure, while other buildings sur vive in high, ragged masonry. The cathedral stands unbroken, a solitary, weatner-torn edlnce. In any event, what clearly It re quired is that somehow the afflniti should meet, and It would seem to re quire organization on e large scale to obtain the greatest national benefit. The Missing Stopper. A South side man who is overly particular aDout navlng his house in order, said to his wife one evening recently: "On a shelf in the kitchen I noticed b uuiue witn no cortt in It, "On a shelf In the kitchen?" "Yes." "That's queer, because I can't think what it can be." "It's a bottle with some red stufl in ii. "Tbat's cough sirup." "It shouldn't be uncorked." "I bad the stopper In it" "What kind of a stooDer?" The Wife. Vhn Isn't mn - - --- w VUVIVUltU about lHtle things, and Vho doesn't care wno knows it. admitted with no misgivings: "1 put a ppant In the top. I guea one or tne children must have eater It" Youngstown Telegram. ADDING 10 Wife Can Do It by Capitalizing Her Time. Not by Any, Meant Necettsry That She Should Go Out to Work In Order to 8ave Money for Her Husband. Here is a contributor's idoa of one of the many ways In which a wife can bolp Increase the family's budget: "She was on old ludy and she was piecing a quilt. Came a pretty, frivo lous young married woman. "'The idea,' commented the frivo lous one, 'of anyono's having time to sew her life up In a thing like that.' '"In my time all women did It,' commented the oldor woman. "The protty one flushed. " 'But nowadays time is so much more valuable,' she defended, "'It It? I wondor,' musod the wUa one, 'Does your time bring you 16 any money?' . The protty one shook her head. 'Then why not make It save the money your husband's time brings in, as we did In our day? '"The dress you wear cost $6.98? And cheap at that, no doubt, you think. Yet you could have bought bet ter material for $2. In two days' time you could have made It better and more daintily than it is. At that rate your time would have yielded you $2.49 a day. Would you be glad ot that much for a day's work It you were being paid for it directly?' "'Indeed 1 would!' responded the girl fervently. 'I wish I could make some money to help my husband!' " 'A penny saved is a penny earned, my dear I If you have contracted the habit of sitting on the veranda and thinking of the things you would buy it you bad the money it may be a little bard to devote yourself to a sewing machine and working out a paper pat tern. But in return you'll have your $2.50 a day, the pleasure of wearing . a dress you have made yourself, and the admiration ot your husband.' "The frivolous one became all at tention. I just thought I could buy the dress for less than I could buy the material and have it made,' she ex plained. " 'A specious argument, my dear. Of course you could. But you could not buy It for what you could make it yourself. You are young. Help your husband to make and save his money now. Do some real work and credit yourself with it and see how the fam ily budget is helped.' "American Magazine. FORMED FROM SINGLE LOG Remarkable Cabin That Is on Exhibi tion In Golden Gate Park, San Francisco. There is a cabin in Golden Gate park, San Francisco, which is con structed of a single log of redwood. It is about twelve feet long and reals upon a heavy platform of tlmbors, which support the weight of the hol low log. A doorway about five feet high and eighteen Inches wide admits visitors to the Interior, which forms Cabin Made Out of a Single Log. a fair-sized room. The appearance ol the cabin is striking because the front presents a cross-section of a large red wood tree with the bark intact. Pop ular Science and World's Advance. College vs. Experience. If a man or group of men Btart o new business on a large scale tb process of learning by experlenco in volves a series of lessons, and each unit of loss is so large that financial trouble is likely to ensue. Wrecks ol corporations of this type may be found in countless numbers throughout the country. If a man starts in, on the other hand, in a small way. his little failures may be properly classed as laboratory material. One after another he profits by them and gradually gets that store ot working knowledge which enables htm to handle large en terprises. This fact is the real basis of the old well-known conflict between the rule-of-thumb successful business man and those who speak of the value of schools, colleges and education. The rule-of-thumb business man says the college is not practical, and In part ne is right. In fact, both parties are right; and what we need 1b a combina tion of the elements of theory and ac tual experience in the man who is to attempt industrial management on any large scale. Engineering Magazine. Poisonous Metals. It is well known that such metals as lead, mercury, arsenic, antimony, sine, etc., as well as substances con taining them, have a greater or loss poisonous effect upon tbe human sys tem. Workers in various Industries where poisonous metals are used have to take every precaution for removing particles from the skin, B3 otherwise slow poisoning is inevitablo. It is im portant to observe that washing with ordinary soap docs not completely remove such particles, because the soap tends to form with most metals insoluble compounds which still can produce poisonous effects. Ordinary bleaching powder (chloride of lime) la much better than soap for remov ing poisonous particles. It loosens them by both mechanical and chem ical action. It Is also a atronc but harmless disinfectant, and it practi cally at rho as soap. C. E. Vat', Colorado Agricultural Collego, For Collins, Colo . in