A MODERN KSTAKCE.
' Maud Muller oft "a summer's day
Was helping to put the wheat away.
And she sighed sometimes for distant
lands.
Where the girls don't assist the harvest
hands.
The Judge rode by a man of note
1o see how her father meant to vote.
And he craved
a drink and she coyly
, ' laughed
At his compliment as he
. quaffed.
gazed and
His heart beat fast. But he said "good
day."
Then remarked, "Giddep!" and pursued
his way.
She watched him go and she softly
sighed,
"Tls a lucky lass who becomes bis
bride."
'And the judge sighed too with his brain
awhirl ' ',
Maud Mullens a stunningly handsome
girl."
The years passed on and the usual fate
Came to those who mis in affairs of state.
Claud's family labored from dawn till
dark
As the price of wheat reached the dollar
mark.
And her bright eyes shone with a fresher
" charm,
As she lifted the mortgage off the farm.
While the Judge, he owned with a dismal
sob,
Was a politician without a job.
Washington Star.. v
HIS ARRESTING ANGEL
Which shall It be? I must destroy
one or the other. I can't send a love
letter to the dearest, truest girl on
earth at the same time I am consenting
to be un accomplice In a common burg
lary." This was uttered by a young
man standing before his desk, on which
lay two letters; one addressed to his
fiancee, Miss Margaret Taylor, the oth
er to Bob Kracker.
There was nothing to dlstjnguls'h Er
nest Blxby from any one of a dozen
ordinary young men, except, perhaps,
lits eyes; they told one he was a dream
er; but also that he had the power to
make his dreams come true; In fact,
Le was a genius, au Inventor, to be
exact.
He took the letters out of both en
velopes, as he spoke, and spread them
before him. Once ho had Kracker's let
ter in his hand and was about to tear
It; but he caught himself and threw
It onto the desk again. "No,' he mut
tered, "I have ns much as promised and
I'll not go back on It The money be
longs to me ; yes I a great deal more
than we'll get Is mine, ami I'll have It i
If I have to take It as a common thief!
Ile'H find that If we lack suavity which
"enables him to rob with Impunity, we
are not entirely without redress." WltD
the last words, he snatched Miss Tay
lor's letter from the desk, and as If
afraid to trust himself, to think, tore
It quickly Into tiny bits, threw them
Into the waste basket, hastily put the
other letter Into an envelope, sealed It
and suylug: "Now, I'll mall this be
fore I, change again," he fiercely
Jammed It Into his pocket and quickly
left the room.
Tuesday afternoon, Margaret Taylor
and her mother were sitting In their
cosy library, Mrs. Taylor sewing while
Margaret read aloud. Mr. Taylor in
terrupted them by entering and hand
ing Margaret a letter. "From Ernest,
I believe," he, said, and sat, down to
read his paper. He had read but a few
lines when an exclamation from his
daughter caused him and his wife first
to look and then hasten toward her.
She sat as If rigid, with the letter she
had opened held tightly in one hand
staring at it as If It were an appari
tion. At her mother's startled question,
ehe roused herself, and extending the
letter toward her father, said In a
dazed manner, "What does It mean?"
e . Mr, Taylor took the note. "Why !
What! Is this from Ernest?" he ejac
ulated as ho read. "This Is Incredible!
But !t' too plain to leave room for any
doubt. He has written to this B. K ,
whoever lie may be, and then, like hlm
Bolf, In a fit (ft nbseut-mlndeduess, has
addressed the note to you."
"lo tell me," Interrupted Mrs. Tay
lor, "what Is It about?" 4
"Listen," said Mr. Taylor, "I shall
not allow this letter to leave my hands
until I have placed It with tho proper
authorities. If you care to have me,
I'll read it to you."
"Well, do that, at least," said Mrs.
Taylor, while Margaret covered her
face with her hands as he read:
"B. K. : I have thought of your prop
osition in fact, that's about all I have
thought of since I saw you last I am
ready, if it can be done soon. 1 can't
stand this stralu much longer. Let us
Bay Wednesday night I'll meet you as
urrauged, and you had better take all
tho booty off with you. I'll return to
my rooms and go on as usiml for a
while, theu meet you lu the stipulated
Xlaoe.
"Sorry to disobey Instructions, but I
lost our code, so had to write as usual.
Yours, E. A. R.
"P. 8. Remember, you promised pos
itively that no one Is to be harmed.
"E. A It."
Margaret understood her father thor
oughly, so, controlling herself as best
che vould, she asked : "What shall you
do. father r j
"Well, you see," he replied, coldly, you ever become Interested in such a' &r
le doesn't give any clue as to thevpet i.chemer - , '. j f' 3f --05f"
n to be robbed ; so all I can do Is to '. "I will tell you the story .and I shall jje&fT VRZL TZt
"he
son
go to S "watch the scamp and await
developments. B. K. won't receive this
word, at least, o the Job will undoubt
edly be postponed."
Margaret's face had lost all vestige
of color as her father spoke. "Nothing
can change your purpose,'
her father.
answered
Mrs. Taylor then asked Margaret In
a solicitous voice, If she felt like mak
lng the visit she bad planned.
"Why yes, mother. Father, try to
treat Ernest as you would wish a son
treated If you had one in such a posi
tion," she said as ehe left the room.
As the door closed, Mrs. Taylor ab
ruptly turned to her husband and said:
"Seth, I don't understand this. You
can't believe that Ernest Blxby Is plan
ning any such thing as that note ap
pears to Indicate. Why, you must be
crazy !"
"On the contrary, Sarah, there la no
other Interpretation possible."
"Then all I have to say Is, that you
must see him and learn what untoward
circumstances have led such a boy as
Ernest to contemplate such a thing. Go,
Seth, and have him from this first step
remem
"First step!" Interrupted Mr. Taylor;'
"what right have you to say It Is his
first step?"
"If you need any proof his letter Is
enough," answered his wife.
'iwsni fie may have been In this
business for years. Besides, this Is Just
the opportunity to get the young scamp
out of the way,
Why, Seth, what do you mean? One
would think, to see and hear you, that
you were delighted at this shocking
news."
"Well, of course, that isn't true ; but
as he Is a young scamp, and we should
have learned It sooner or. later, I am
glad we did learn It In time to save
Margaret from marrying him. Then,
don't you see, now that she Is rid of
Ernest very likely she'll be willing to
listen to Mr. Wilson. Well, you needn't
look incredulous and disgusted ; he told
me, last week, the day that saw him
Margaret's fiance I should have half a
million to use as long as I needed It;
and that means our fortune Is as good
as made."
"You wouldn't sacrifice your only
child for money, even If we were not
perfectly well provided for?"
"Sacrifice nothing I'd like to know
If she wouldn't sacrifice a great deal
more by marrying that youngster with
his head full of dreams which will
MARGARET
COULD GASP.
never be realized to say nothing of
this!" as he held up the note.
"I don't think Margaret would marry
Jim Wilson, if he had a billion."
"Nonsense, didn't you see how philo
sophically she took what I said?"
"Well, I see It Is useless to talk to
you. I must go and see if I can help
her with her packing."
When Mrs. Taylor reached the door,
her husband said: "Sarah, I shall ex
pect you to make Margaret see that I
am doing only my duty, and that the
best thing she can do is to put Ernest
out of her mind as quickly as possible.''
Ernest Bixvy, all unconscious of any
miscarriage of his letter, was pacing
his room In an agitated, nervous man
ner, at about 0 o'clock Wednesday
evening, wishing himself woll out of
the business that was before him. A
knock at his door made him start guilt
ily. : : .
"I thought I told him not to allow
any one up here, to-uight," he muttered,
as he went toward the door.
"Margaret 1" was all he could gasp as
he staggered back, on opening the door
to find Miss Taylor standing before
him. ' .
"Yes, Ernest Let me In.. Oh! I
thought I should never get here! Er
nest, don't look as If you were afraid
of me tell me I am not too late ! You
haveu't done it yet !"
Ernest threw himself on his knees
before her, and taking her hand in his
said In a broken voice : "No, thank God,
and I never shall do It now. Don't cry,
little girl, tell me, how did you hear
of It?"
"Take that chair, Ernest," command
ed Margaret Indicating one that stood
near her. When he was seated she be
gan. "Do you remember, on Monday,
you wrote two letters, one to me and
the other to B. K.. whoever ,.
"I see," Interrupted Ernest "I won
dered where that envelope addressed
to Kracker came from that I found on
my desk, Tuesday inorulng."
"I'm afraid, dear, that you are much
too absend-mlnded to make a success
ful Oh, Ernest, I can't use that
word In speaklug of you " and she
choked buck a sob and went on, "Didn't
you write two letters?"
"Yes, Margaret but I destroyed
yours. I couldn't bear
"Good. But Ernest, tell me bow did
! ' WAS ALL HE
make no endeavor to Justify myself In
your sight As far as you and I are
concerned all Is over between' us. I
give you your freedom now, Margaret
before you have heard ,the story."
"Thank you, mister, but If tou
please, the lady likes the privilege of
ureumng an engagement; so If you'll
tolfa Ka1. . . ,, .
juov uuin. mjr litxUUUJ -UI1UI 1 BKi
for It I'll be pleased to listen to your
story," answered Margaret smiling
tnrougn ner tears.
Ernest began : "Mr. Stewart the rail
road magnate, became very much Inter
ested in me, when he found I was work-
jug unaer aimcuities, and threw open
his laboratory yes, and his home to
me. He treated me as a son. When
my Invention was perfected, he said
that if I wished he would take charge
of securing the patent and finding a
market for It I haven't seen him to
have a talk with him, since thea He's
been away most of the time, and seem'
ed very busy when he did happen to be
home. I didn't think anything about It
until I met this Bob Kracker, one even
lng. I had no Idea that he was a pro
fessional thjef, of course, until later.
By degrees he convinced me that Stew
art's Interest had been not so much in
me as In my work, and proved to my
satisfaction that I bad been an easy
dupe, and that Stewart had appropriat
ed for himself while I thought he was
thinking only of me the fruits of my
seven years labor. Can you Imagine
the rage I was In! The rest doesn't
need telling." He was walking as he
talked. "I was ready to get a part of
what belonged to me In any manner
but you," and he leaned over -the back
of her chair and kissed her reverently,
on the forehead, "my arresting angel,
were sent to save me. Think ! By morn
ing I should have been a "
"Don't Ernest! I can't bear It! I
wish you had come to father with your
story, Ernest. I'm sure If he had
known that you lacked so little of being
a success, he would have helped you.
But It's too late for that now. You
see, I was so overcome when I read
your note that I permitted him to see
It"
This was a blow that Ernest had not
expected, but he tried not to let Mar
garet see how it affected him.
"I can understand that easily, but
how Is It you are here? I know, of
course, your father doesn't know It.
Didn't my letter kill all your love for
me? How is It you have risked so
much to come to me?"
"I came to you because I love you,
dear," and she leaned toward him and
took his hands In hers and pulled him
down to her and kissed him. "Because
you needed me as you probably will
never again need me." '
"I shall need you always, Margaret
but I can't ask you to marry me now."
"You don't have to; you did that a
year ago, and I haven't released you."
"Even though I were willing to ac
cept your sacriflcse, dear, your father
would leave no stone unturned to put
an end to our engagement," said Er
nest
"There only Is one thing which would
compel father to be with us Instead of
against us. You know his family pride?
Well, when he comes to see you, to-mor
row morning, he must find a son-in-
law I"
In less than half an hour Margaret
and Ernest might have been seen alight
lng from a cab before the Rev. George
C. Grace's parsonage. A short time
later, they entered a hotel, and Ernest
registered : "Ernest A. Bixby and
wife." If he had glanced up the list a
few lines, he would have seen : "Mr.
Seth Taylor," written In a bold hand.
Early the next morning Mr. Taylor
came down to the hotel office. "What
papers have you?" he asked. "Just
these, sir," said the clerk, "there'll be
others In directly."
"Didn't hear anything of a robbery,
last night, I suppose," he said, noncha
lantly. as be scanned the headlines,
then turning the paper, he glanced has
tily through the second and third pages
until something arrested his attention,
and he fairly gasped as he read.
"Do you know anything about this!"
thundered Mr. Taylor, showing the
clerk the article he had been reading.
'Simply that the couple are our
guests," he answered, taking his pencil
from behind bis ear and pointing to
'Mr. Ernest Blxby and wife" on the
register. . ' ( - .-..' ;
"Send word to Mr. Blxby that Mr.
Taylor wishes to see him here, imme
diately," he said, in an Imperious tone.
As Ernest entered the office through
one door, In answer to the summons, a
messenger boy opened the other door.
"I've been looking for your, Mr. Tllxby,"
he said, as he handed him a note.
Ernest opened it after excusing him
self, and read: .
"Dear Blxby I am happy to be abje
to tell you the Keunlngway National
Car Company has made you an offer of
$875,000 for your patent, if you sell It
outright However, see me before de
ciding ; I think you can do even better.
'With beurtlest cougrarulatlons,, ;
' i "HENBT It. STEWABT."
As he read the ' words, his first
thought, naturally, was how pleasqd
Margaret would be, then came the aw
ful recoUectlou of how nearly he had
outraged not only his own manhood,
but the great friendship this busy man
had manifested toward him ; all for an
imaginary wrong.
But he was young, and nothing in
face of such good fortune could depress
him. With a Joyous smile, realizing the
bearing It would have on thts hereto
fore dreaded Interview, be handed the
note to Mr. Taylor: "Read that father,
and congratulate us," he said. Penn
sylvania Grit
jc!
I 5f
The Xew Farmer.
The President's address last month
at the Michigan State Agricultural Col
lege la so clear an expression of the
conditions of modern lann life that
a future historian may turn to It to
read our times. All national leaders
have told us that the farmer Is the
backbone of the nation. Washington
aud Jefferson were farmers, and good
ones. The Illinois that bred Lincoln
was one vast farm Chicago Was then
only a small town. The President . of
to-day, not bred In farm life, although
he has been a practical ranchman,
the first to express the unity between
farm labor and all other kinds. The
farmer to him is an expert mechanic
and business man, whose problems are
precisely those of the workman In the
town, who depends for success on In
dustrial and social co-operation, lie
must be an educated, aggressive par
ticipant In the work of life, competing
with the farmer of Europe, Inviting
to his workshop of mauy acres the
most skilful young men, learning from
technical students and the practical ex
perleuce of his neighbors the best that
is known about his business. City
workers, meeting In the friction of
crowded, life, have always learned their
craft from one another. The farm
er has until recently been in social
and business isolation. Now he Is a
citizen of the world, often closer In
point of time, to the nearest city than
his grandfather was to the farmers of
the adjacent town. The difference be
tween the townsman and the country
man in educational and Intellectual
opportunities and In industrial respon
sibility Is rapidly diminishing. That
means the diminishing of the old real
or fancied disadvantage of farm life
which drove ambition and Initiative to
the city for opportunity to show them
selves. The advantage remains and
Increases, for no matter how near to
gether modern Instruments of unity,
the trolley and telephone, bring city
and country, broad acres still remain
broad, and produce the conditions of
free; and independent life. Youth's
Companion. ,.; -
To Destroy Inaecta.
The grayish black- squash - bug Is
difficult to manage. Gathering the eggs
and the old bug3 early in the spring
Is laborious but sure, If thoroughly
done. The bugs will crawl upon
piece of board laid among the vines,
and may be gathered and caught. The
use of poisons will do no good in the
case of the bugs, as they do not eat
the leaves, but pass their . beaks
through the outside of the leaf to
suck the juices, and will not consume
any of the poison. In a series of ex
periments in the method of prevent
ing the attacks of the squash vine bor
er tne preventatives employed were
parts green at the rate of half a tea-
spoonful to two gallons of water, corn
cobs dipped in coal tar, and the kero
sene emulsion; the application of the
parls green and the kerosene was re
peated after every hard rain until
September ; the t cobs were dipped In
coal tar again once In three weeks.
All three of the applications seemed to
be beneficial, with - perhaps a little
something In favor of the corncobs
as being cheapest and most convenient
The odor of the tar has no effect on
the insects, but sometimes repels the
moth, causing her to lay her eggs else
where. Weed Cotter and Gatherer.
V eeds are a constant source of
trouble yto the gardener, cropping up
quicker than he can cut them down,
and spoiling the
appearance of the
lawn. A Massa
chusetts man has
Invented an imple
ment intended to
help him solve ths
problem and light
en v the labor of
stopping and dig
ging up the roots.
sew weed cutter, It Is a ' combined
weed cutter and gatherer, as 6hown in
the accompanying illustration. The
cutter Is adjustable, and Is operated by
a lever which terminates close to the
handle of the Implement The gatherer
Is placed In the rear of the cutter. In
front of the cutter are a pair of small,
light wheels. It will be seen that after
bringing the Implement close to the
weed a pull on the lever Is all that Is
required to operate the cutter. As the
Implement Is pushed on to the next
spot, the weed Is gathered-up by the
rake and carried on.
- Care of the Hedge.
When the hedge plants begin to die
out the cause may sometimes be traced
to lack of plant food. There is con
siderable wood removed from hedge
plants every year when the hedges are
trimmed, and this annual loss cannot
be sustained by the plants unless they
are assisted. Apply wood ashes freely
every fall.
mm
Destroying Bordock.
Like all biennials, the burdock Is eas
ily destroyed in .cultivated fields. It Is
In by-places, such as fence sides, lanes,
corners around the buildings, pastures,
and the borders of woodlands, that bur
docks give trouble. But even in these
they are not difficult to destroy. Farm
ers who go over their fields twice a
year will soon have no burdocks. In
cutting them care should be taken to
strike below the crown. Every plant
cut In this way must die. The cutting
may be done at any time of the year
when the ground Is not frozen, and if
Is, of course, much more easily done
when the plants are young. While It
is not difficult to cut off a small tap
root with the knife, 'it is much more
difficult to accomplish the same when
the root hasattained a diameter of
an Inch or more. Two or three years
of persistent cutting will remove near
ly all burdocks from the by-places of
farms.
To Give Plga a Batn.
The unfortunate pig has always had
the reputation of being the most un
cleanly animal In existence. This is
not entirely the
fault of the pig,
as his environ
ment Is generally
accountable for
his. cleanliness.
Pig raisers sel
dom, attempt to
give the pjgs a
bath, as It is al
most Impossible
to catch and hold
them, even for a
PIO BATH.
minute,
Nevertheless a Missouri
stockman tackled the problem and suc
ceeded In planning an apparatus by
which the pigs are given a good wash
ing before they are slaughtered. It
should also prove equally as useful at
other times. The construction and op
eration of the dipping tank, as It is
called, will be plainly evident by a
glance at the accompanying Illustra
tion. Resting on the ground Is the wa
ter tank, which Is connected to an in
clined Inlet and outlet , On the in
cline of the outlet are tiny stairs to
assist the pig in ascending. In prep
aration for his "annual" the pig is
forced down the incline into the water,
and if his common sense does not di
rect him on the incline, he Is prodded
rom behind with a bar. In fact, In
time this device may become very
fashionable with pigs, and it would
not be surprising to hear of them tak
ing their daily "dip" hereafter.
Vermont's Sl.OOO.OOO Sugar Crop,
Various reports indicate that this
has been the best maple season for
years, ihe average sugar per tree tap
ped ranges from 2 to 4 pounds. Last
year 5,000,000 trees were tapped, and
as large a number this year. Five
thousand tons of sugar worth $1,000,-
000 Is a crop of importance to the
Green Mountain State, remarks the
Country Gentlemen, especially as the
national pure food law (which ranks
second only to the oleo bill as bring
ing about an immense reform In the
direction of common honesty In mer
cantile transactions) absolutely forbids
the selling as Vermont maple sugar
syrup and product that which, is not
actually and entirely what it professes
to be.
. i
Highway of tbe Future.
The "future American highway," ac
cording to an inventor whose pamph
let is reviewed In Engineering News,
will be a paved roadway 120 feet in
total width, divided by longitudinal
curbs Into eight separate roadways,
four for passage in each direction. He
provides two 16-foot roadways for ani
mal traction vehicles and a 4-foot
walk at each side for the stray pe
destrians who may still Indulge in the
antiquated method of locomotion that
nature furnished. The rest of the
width Is devoted to automobile roads.
Aa the cost of this remarkable high
way would amount up to between
$100,000 and $200,000 per mile, the in
ventor does well to call it a "highway
of the future." '
Cabbage Rot.
Black rot has been very destructive
on cabbage and cauliflower for several
seasons, and means of relief, even
slight will be welcomed by growers.
Recent Investigation by the New York
station at Geness show that the germ
of disease "may be carried over winter
on the dry seed, a fact previously
doubted by scientists, and that these
germs may produce the disease when
Inoculated Into tne healthy plants. It
Is, therefore, a wise precaution to dis
infect the cabbage seeds, as removing
one possible source of-Infection. This
can be done very cheaply, easily and
safely by soaking the seeds for fifteen
minutes In corrosive sublimate solu
tion of 1 to 1000-strength.
' "Wild Silk."
Among the peculiar products of Man
churia, which are becoming better
known to the' outside world since the
opening of that country, is ."wild silk,"
produced by an insect named Antheroea
pernyl, which lives upon the Mongoli
an oak leaves In southeastern Manchu-
la. The annual production for a few
years past is estimated at 15,000,000 co
coons. In Shantung this silk is manu
factured into pongee.
!3
- "POEMS ASKED FOB.
Leading; CltUeua' la ' Atchlaoa H
Great Yearning for Verae.-
We have often referred with admi
ration to the Kansas City Star's de
partment headed "Poems Asked For."
It is valuable as well as interesting1,
says the Atchison Champion. Every--body
knows what it means to retain In
tne memory a rragment or a song or
poem and be unable to secure the bal
ance of it The Star's admirable de
partment helps you to get the lines
you are suffering for. We have been
bo much Impressed by this department
that we have decided to establish a
similar one in the Champion. When
our determination was made known, a
great many . leading, citizens sent ua
tt mmAin!n-ll j.
below. ' .
; N. H. Todd wants some kind friend
to send him the poem which opens as
follows: ''--
"He stood on the bridge at midnight ;
As full aa a son of a gun ;
And two moons rose over the city ;
Where there should have been but one."
D. E. Good writes us; "When I waa.
a boy. I was very fond of a song that,
was popular in those days. I remem
ber only a few words of the chorus,
but in order that the measure may be
preserved I Interpolate sundry sylla
bles which have no particular meaning
or relevance, n some dear sister of
the Cozy Corner would send me the-
correct words of this beautiful song:
my gratitude would-be overflowing:
"And if in the lumty-tum battle-1 fall, -
A lumty-tum's all that I crave:
O bury me deep in the what-you-may-call.
Ana plant tningumbobs over my grave."
W. V. Ingham writes : "I would
cheerfully pay 50 cents for the four
stanzas of a poem which moved me to
tears when I was a young man. I have
forgotten the name of the poem aa.
well as the name of the author, but.
some sister of Our Home Circle may
be able to Identify the following verse..
and send me the companion verses:
I took her little hand in mine,
I clasped her beauteous form ;
I vowed I'd shield her from the wind,
And irom the world's cold storm:
She turned her hazel eyes on me,
tier tears did wildly flow.
And with her pouting lips she said :
Confound you, let me go!"
Capt John Seaton sends us the fol-
luwuig aa me nrst vprse or a very cu
rious poem that he knew when he was-
a boy. Read it carefully and you will
see that It is simply a string of con
tradictions. Capt Seaton Informs ua
that he will give a large bar of strict
ly pure pig Iron to anybody who senda
him the other two stanzas :
Tis midnight, and the setting sun
Rises in the far glorious west j '
The rapid rivers slowly run,
The frog sits on its downy nest ; ,
The pensive goat and sportive cow
Tt!l i t ' j- -i ....
unariouB leap irom Dougn to Dougn.
D. E. Farnsworth asks us to try to
recover for him a beautiful poem
which, he says has Influenced his en
tire career. He cannot- remember th
name or any of the words of the poem,
but he would be profoundly grateful
to any person who can send tho rhyme
to him.
Jacob George asks for the words of
a poem beginning "Beneath a spread
ing smithy tree the village chestnut
stands." .
W. R. Nelson of the Kansas City
Star writes that he would like to co
operate with us" in this matter of re
covering lost poems and expresses his
anxiety to secure "& very old rhyme?
which opened as follows : c
She sang soprano sweetly,' her voice waa
like a lyre; ' .'
But one Sunday she ate onions and busted
up the choir.
WORKS OF A WATCH. ,
All tbe Parta Are bat the Ezpreaaloa
of One Idea.
To one who has never studied the
mechanism of a watch Its. mainspring
or the balance wheel Is a mere piece of
metal. He may have looked at the face
of the watch, and while he admires th
motions of Its hands and the time It
keeps he may have wondered In idla
amazement as to the character of the
machinery which Is concealed within.
Take it to pieces and show him each,
part separately, and he will recognize
neither design or adaptation nor rela
tion between them, but put them to
gether, set them to work, point out the
offices of each spring, wheel and cog.
explain their movements and then show
him the result Now he perceives that
It is all one design ; that, notwith
standing the number of parts their di
verse forms and various offices and the
agents concerned the whole piece Is of
one idea. He now rightly concludes
that when the mainspring was fashion
ed and tempered its relation to all the
other parts must have been considered ;
that the cogs on this wheel are cut and
regulated adapted to-the ratchets on
that etc., and his final conclusion will
be that - such a piece of mechanism
could not have been produced by
chance, for the adaptation of the parts
is such as to show it to be according
to design and obedient to the will of
one Intelligence.
A. Frank Reply. i
"Why do you Insist on asking jie
how I got my money?" asked the ex
boss. "Thought maybe I could ro there
and get some myself," answered the
candid political opponent" Washing
ton star. ; -
Invariably tae Caae.
Strive an, O toiler, as yon may, .
To make mankind your debtor ;
Some other man- will always say .
He could have done It better.
--Washington. Star.