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down the brown leather pocket book which
cvuiuined th ’ all-important dispatch.
Qu ck as thought Tom snatched it up with
the flask and runout; once out-ile, he threw
tue l-tv-ik to the winds and mudu fur the out
fit was not difficult for him to pass them;
on the contrary, in truth, he sin ply threw
himself flat upon his stomach, and, Ly
means of the snake trick on which ho had so
.riled himself of old, wriggled past the
various jentries with the stealth and uoiso
Its-ne-iS of aii Indian scout Having passed
the last ono he took the pocket book from
between hi« teeth, whore ho had carried it
for safety, and folding the precious dispatch
neatly to half its former «ize, cons.good it
to a little pocket within tho breast of his
scarlet and black striped waistcoat, one
which had been put there by Capt. Ferrers’
oi-ders, so that the la-1 might carry a few
shillings in safety, and without fear* of being
relieved of it by pickpockets.
Then bo threw tho book away, and with a
last look in the direction of tho camp, turned
his face towarl tho five miles of difficulty
and danger which lay t>etween him an I the
mission vhich ho had taken upon himsdf—
ray, which be had in reality stolen from
him to whom it had been intrusted—
difficult, because of tho inky darkness
of the night, and of his ignorance of
the surrounding country (an ignorance
which his master would greatly have less
ened by means of a com pas? and a plan, two
articles of which Tom had not thought);
danger« us, because almost every yard of the
way bristled with rebel muskets, every post
and point was guarded and wat-hed by
vigilant n'liel troops.
But the lad’s brave spirit never failed him
for an instant. He had not stood upon the
trapeze platform and looked grim death
bard in the face to be faint of heurt now,
when he needed all his courago.
lie never thought of the harm be might
be doing, still lass of tho risk he was run
ning—only that his master, tho captain, had
been sent on this errand of danger and that
he, owing to bis small size and elasticity of
joint and muscle, and the particular form
of training which he had undergone in the
circus, could easily go in safety where his
master ccul I not expect to escape detection;
nay, whore lie very well knew bis master
could not escaj» with his life.
It was on.y for a moment that he stood
looking back upon the camp, whirh shel
tered all he loved on earth; he cou.d hear
the steady and measured tramp of tlin sen
tries close at hand; ho could seo the more
distant lights. Then a mist of tears blurred
tho picture. He dashed his band across his
eyes, plunged into the darkness, and was
Meantime, having seen that his revolvers
were in perfect order, Booties set about
dressing himself for his expedition, He
discarded bis spurs and sword, and, in
deed, everything which might serve to
attract attention to him or make him an
object more easily discernible in the darkness
of the night.
There were among other things lying upon
the makeshift table, a tin of milk biscuits, a
jar of potted game, and a bottle nearly full
of sherry, lie poured out a tumbler full of
tho wine and hastily spread some of the
ported game upon tho biscuits, ttnu con
tinu'd his preparations, eating as he moved
about tho tent.
“What a long timo that boy is,” he
Tom was not usually so long about his
master’s errands, and his master, not un-
naturallv perhaps, wondered at his being so
then, when there was so much need for
haste. However, he pulled on his long
cloak, which covered h m up from bead to
foot, and slipped a dark blue cloth polo cap
upon his head—this was safer than to wear
tho gold-lace 1 forage cap of an officer.
And then, just as ho was going to button
his cloak, he remembered tho pocket book,
and turned to take it.
But it was gone!
But it was gone!
Booties stood for a moment sinring at the
place whore he had lail it down in the
stupefaction of intense surprise. He had
put it down just there, beside his flask, and
with h s gloved He was certain of it—he
could positively swear to it.
What on earth had got the thing!
He roused himself Irom his bewilderment,
and turned all bis pockets out, ran to ths
bra;s-boun<i revolver case and examined it;
back to the table, and tossol everything
that was upon it over and over. Made
quite ssire, in fact, that pocket book and
dispatch were alike > missing, and not to be
He felt it was no use staying there, wast
ing his precious time in ransacking boxes
and turning out pockets which he ha I not
touched that day. The colonel must be told
Rt once; so, with a mighty effort, Booties
pulled h mself together, and went out with
a sinking heart to tell the tale of his own
shame and dishonor.
For thus di 1 he, in the agony and distress
of mind which overwhelmed him, designate
the cat elessness, or the unsuspiciousness,
which had allowed him to trust tho honesty
of others. He never for a moment suspected
young Tom of beirg the thief, but he did
think it j ist within the bounds of possibility
t at, wh le he hid been bending down over
the case of revolvers, some one had quietly
crept in and carried off the pocket book.
But it came out after a wh»le—after
Booties hal got through that terrible inter
view with the colonel—terrible because of
’he pain it gave to both of them—after he
ba 1 given up his sword and his parole of
honor, and then had j awed the night in his
tent alone, lying miserably in his hammock
with hi9 arm flung across his eyes. Then it
all came out! How bis flask, a handsome
Stiver thing, with crest and monogram em
blazoned upon it, bad t een lound as s >on as
morning light broke over the camp, not
twenty yards away from his tent, how
young Tom had never been at all to g‘t the
brandv for which his master had s nr him.
then how you g Tom was missing, a id bad
never been seen by any one in the camp
wnce the se ury on duty outside the colonel’.-'
tent had accosted him with “’Eiio, youug
Oup La, and what mav you be a-doing off
Lastly—and werst confirmation of all—ho»
the missing pocket book had been feund just
ouUide the most advanced outnost«.
There could be no further doubt that Tom
Snow wa» tb8 delinquent—nobodfhal ibu
slightest doubt about it. not ev?u Booths
himself thou jh he stoutly deola«.-1 his be
lief m the lud, and maintains I that nothin ’
could make him think youn ’ Tom was S
traitor, except the most ab-oluto urd post-
live ptoof that such was the case. Forouce
Lacy was absolutely angry with Lu best
Aly dear chap,” he said, in tones which
tones of remonstrance,
though he tried to make them those of calm
reasonableness, “what-er—moi* pwroof
can you want or have! The boy was sent
to get your flask tilled with bwrandy; he did
not get it tilled with bwrandy cr anything
else, but it is l’ouud instead only a few yards
irom your own tent. The ,bov is gone—the
er -dispatch is gone too. Nobody else in
the whole camp is , ssing. It is wreally,
Booties, perfectly absurd to twry to shield
the young wiascal any longer. The dis-
patch—oi —could not go by itself—it’s ab
surd—it—er—isn’t in wreason.”
In leasoa or out of reason, I don’t and
won t Lelieve that the boy lia-j sold me.”
Booties asserted obstinately.
“But he hus stolen the dispatch,” Lacy
“Oh, nonsense! What on earth should ho
do with it when ho had got itf’
Land it over to Awrabi, of course.
VV hat else should he do with it J” retorted
Oh he has never done that, though some
one else mav. That is likely enough,” an
swered Bootle? carelessly.
But Booties knew very well in his heart
that it must have been Tom and no other
who ha l taken the pocket book from off his
table, though he did not for a moment be
lieve that tho lad had sold him.
The true solution of the mystery was that
’ the bov, by listening cutside tho colonel’s
tent, hud, according to his idea, gathereJ
the object of tho mission with which his
master had been chargaj, and with that
knowledge had also gleaned a very correct
idea of the danger which must attend it—
that he had g.olen tho dispatch, and was
now in hiding, with the ignorant idea that
I if it wero not there to bo taken, his master
j could not tako it. That young Tom had
j actually set off from the Scarlot Lancers’
camp to cariy that paper across the five
I miles of difficult and dangerous country
I which lay between tho two British camps
| was an idea which never entered for a mo
ment into Booties’ calculations.
But his opinion was not shared by any one
| else, at least uo one elso hit upon that idea
j as a solution of tho mystery of Tom’s con
duct, anl Booties did not tell any one what
he thought; he only stoutly maintained that
he did not believe, and that he never would
believe, short of positive proof to the con
trary, that the lad bad sold him.
So that miserable morning dragged its
slow length along. What a long, long day
it was! The ent.ro campseemed paralysed by
tho loss of that paper, which had contained
instructions for a simultaneous attack upon
the city anl the rebel forces on the third
day from the date of sanding the despatch.
It was useless to send out a dupHcate; for
not only was the cypher probably alrea ly
in the hands of Arabi, but the vigilance ol
the rebels would be greatly increised, and
so render it impossible for a messenger to
pass between the twTo British camps.
Towards evening, when tha shades of
night were gathering around, an attempt
was made to signal to the other camp by
means of electric light?. Hitherto their
trials in this resp?ct hail be n but dismal
failures, and it was as a last resort that the
Scarlet Lancers attempted it now.
To their intense surprise, however, ihe
answering flashes came back with pro ision
and evident understanding, very different
from the confused answers they had received
before. This time there could be no mistak
ing their meaning, and apparently those on
the distant shore were experiencing tho ame
liAll r ’qhtl^Got your message.—Will act
as you direct."
The signalist put the message together,
and the group of officers who were standing
round him stood staring blankly into one
another’s faces, struck dumb with astonish
ment and surprise.
“Are you quite sure?” askel Hartog at
length of the officer who was in charge of
The signalist—a very smart engineer-
“Yes. Quite sure,” ho answered.
“Then that boy carried the message to save
Booties!” Hartog exclaimed.
“B—y Jove!” ejaculated Lacv, “anl I’ve
been vigorously blackening the poor little
fellow’s character al—1 day—evewry time I
had a chance. I—er—feel beastly ashamed
“Ask again—ask who took the message,
anl if he is there nowf’ suggeste 1 Har og to
the engineer, who com pled willingly
enough, and sent the inquiry flashing across
the rapidly darkening sky, in which the
brilliant stars wero beginning to shine out
one by one.
d hen the reply came back in a series of
“A boy left camp on return journey with
reply before dayliyht."
“Then the rebels have got him,” Hartog
cried, excitedly. “Poor little chap, they’ve
got him sure enough.”
The news spread through the camp in
next to no time, an 1 within half an hour,
young Houp-La had as manv good nord?
spoken for him as during the dav ha bad ha i
bad ones. Everybody had some bing plea -
ant to say in favor of the brave liitle lai,
who had thus heroica’ly risked bis life, and,
poor fellow, had probably already lost i% for
the sake of the master whom he loved with
the fidelity of a dog.
As for his master, he went straight to the
colonel and askeii, with a strange hu?kine?s
iu h s throat and a blaza in his blue eye?,
that a searching party might be sent out at
once, and as far as was safe, in case th • lad
had teen disabled and could not reach ,he
“Cer’ainlv, certainly—and go yours If, if
vou care to do it, Ferrers,” said the colonel,
hurriedly, brushing his hand across his eyes,
“Goyou.se >•* f, if you care to doit. I have
mu h pleasure in returning your sword. I
am sure I sincerely hope the lad has come
to no harm. ’Pon my soul, he is the hero
of the campaign—pon mv soul he is,” and
then the kindly colonel shook his favorite
by tba hanfl, ami brushed the other across
his eyes one s more.
Booties said “Thank you, sir.” and went
out without another word, chiefly because
there was a lump in his throat which made
It was not long befor? a party was readv
to start, with Booties at ite head, to search
fcr the missing boy. Nor was it very long
before they found him—perhaps a mile from
the rebel outposts—lying behind a clump of
tree«, faint and ghastly pale, his month
parched anl dry, and his hyp, young foes
drawn and distorted with pain.
Booties was the first to hear his moan, and
turned the light of the bull’s-eye be carried
□pon the place whruce tho sound came, la
another moment be was down upon h.s
fd es beside the prostrate form of the half
Young Houp-La vagudy recognisei his
master as be tenderly raised h s head upon
^Wateri' he gaaped, painfully.
Booties filled the cup which formed the
ower half of bis flask with water, which one
uf the searchers had brought* end held it tv
the poor parched lips. It -e-me I to put ue-.v
life into him, for be lilted his bead uud
looked wildly round.
"Tell the capt’n I got the o snfs. The
•wer is in my we,’cotit p ckot. I couldn't
got back as well. One o' them Araj^ devils
pottU mo. 1 craw io I as far's 1 c*T.,l, but
I couldn’t get no further, though I so•• the
camp lights jes’ ahead.” Then lte perceived
that Booties was bending down over him,
h s kind face ciuvulsed with grief and emo
“Is that yon, sirf' he said, in a tone of
gentle relief and satisfaction. “Don't take
on about tne, sir. I ain’t worth it.”
“Where are you hurt, my boy!” Booties
asked in a choking vo ce.
“Somewhere about tho groin, sir. It’s no
use trying to move me," seeing that two of
the men had opened a stout blanket an l
wero preparing to receive him. “It’s, all
over with me now. Don’t you put yourself
out about me, sir, I ain’t worth it”
“Try anl drink a drop of this,” said
Booties, holding the cup once more to his
lip1. It had brandy in it this time.
“It ain’t no good, sir," he persisted, but
he swallowed the brandy and water, and
then they raised him very gently and lifted
him on to the rug. Not so gently, Jhouxh,
but that ho groaned and moaned piteously
w ith the pein, anl slippsl off into delirium
again, talking wildly all tho way back to
camp of tho succ ss ot bis expedition, and
how the comman ling ofile r of the orher
camp, who had received the dispatch from
him, had patted him on the shoulder and
ha l called him a brave lad, and bode him
God speed and a safe return.
An I the i, when at last they got him Into
camp and on to on ambu'ance oot, he came
to his own senses again for a little time, and
1 ado them send for the colonel that he might
give the dispatch into his own hands.
“You’re not angry, sirl’ he said, implor-
ingly, as the colcnol took the paper. “I
knew the capt’n couldn’t go safe where I
could, and I thought as ’ow it wouldn’t
matter so much If aught happen? 1 to ma.
You’re not angry with me, are you, sir!"
“No, my boy, certainly not,” answered
the colonel, huskily. “You are the braved
lad in the army 1 am proud of you, very
Tom Snow drew himself up as straightly
as be could against his master's breast,
where he ha I been lying ever since they put
him down upon the bed, end endeavored to
salute the commanding officer.
there,” he said, looking round at tbs facei
about him, “anl I got back ’ome again. It
don’t any of it matter now," anl then hs
slipp 'd off again and wanderei on about the
heal an 1 the glare cf the sunshiue, of his
awful thirst, and the pain of his wound. At
last ho tried to turn his head round to lov.
“Are you there, sir?” be asked, in a cleir
and sensible voice.
—A man down East is lecturing on
St'll he does not tell u-
what is in it.— Oil Citi/ Derrick.
— Wepresume that if General Frank
, Hatton journeyed to Ru«s;a he woulil
. become General Frank Hattoff.— Cur
> —A thief cati ht in the act sa d to
tho ancient orator Demosthenes: '1
didn’t know it was yours.” “No.” wa«
the reply; “but you knew it wasn’t
yours."— Go'.dcu Days.
I —The discovery ha« been made that
i the world does not revolve with the
same momentum it did a thousand
years ago, but t still swings round last
enough to satisfy the man w th a
heavy bill confng due. — Chicaqo Trib
—It is sa d that a successful type
setting machine has at last been put in
operation. We go right smart on ma
chinery, but we want to see it trot
around the office hunt ng sorts and
stealing leads lefore we take much
! stock in it. — Chicago Ledger.
I ' —A dude, who fell oft a New York
I ferry-boat, offered anv ono who would
save his life ¡81.60. The offer was final
ly accepted by an old woman who
wanted cap'tai to set up an apple-stand
I but she didn’t make a move until this
fact was fully exp'a ne 1 to her fellow-
passongers.— Detroit b'ree Press.
i —Nothing makes a man prouder than
I to find when he has got his garden
j nicely la d out and the seeds all in. that
every hen within a mile of h m seem«
j determined to have a claw in tho job,
! and show him how she would have ar
I ranged matters if he had consulted her.
—Fall B.eer Advance.
—Then and Now.
i ‘•Mince P.e.”
VERY TRUE, SO MAY YOU.
tnung man, you suy you want a wifo
To bless j our borne aud cheer your life,
A woman true tn every way.
Who does her duty every dav:
Whose love is strong ami good and pure.
A love that wins and holds secure;
A wife that will not scold and fret
And make you wish you ne’er had met:
Whose presence is a shin ng light;
Whose counsel guides and keeps > ou right;
Who tries to please in little things.
And to your home rare comfort brings;
A woman who knows how to m od
Her own business, that's the kind;
W ho loves her hoim>aml sia.r s r cht thore
And does not run 'round everywhere
To boss p and to idly chat
Anu tell the no ghlmrs th s or that;
Who, when you re troubled, cheers you up.
And sweetens every bitter cup;
Who, when you're sick, will nurse you
As only loving hands can do.
Young man, take my advice In this.
If you're in search of porfeet bliss,
In weigh ng girls sec that you place
Good sense 'ga list beauty, wealth er grace.
My trend, you th nk that y oil are w so,
But some shrewd girl may shut your eyes;
You think you know Just what you need,
But your impressions may mislead.
For other men have thought so, too.
But they got fooled, and so may you.
FARMING IN MAINE.
Observations of William Nye, the
Slelgh-Rlding and Corn-Hoeing:—A Great
Stone Crop—The Wormless Railroad
Pie -Gathering the Cran
Tho State of Maine is a good place in
which to experiment with prohibition,
but it is not a good place to farm it in
In the first place, the season is gener
ally a little reluctant. When I was up
He called me Popsey, Sweet, and Pet,
When wo began our married life.
near Moosehead Lake a short time ago
His guiding .«tar, his loved Am ite,
people were driving across that body of
His hope, his Joy, Ills darling wife.
water on tho ice with perfect im
These fond ondearmente are all o’er.
And though 111« heart no doubt la true, punity. That is one thing that inter
I hear those pretty names no more,
For now he calls mj “Say there, you!’’ feres with
the farming business
—Judge—“Did you witness the acc'■ in Maine. If a young man is sleigh
dent?” Vr tne«w-b«‘I d d.” Judge
riding every night till midnight he
“At what distance?” Witness—“Six
ty-seven feet and nine inches.” Judge
—“How do you know so exacth P
Witness—“Well. I knew that I would
be summoned-, and I prepared mys< If
for all the foolish questions that I knew
would be put to me in a court of law.”
—N. Y. Telegram.
—Tenant (to owner ot East Side Har
lent flat): “Some of the plaster in my
kitchen fell down last night, and 1
want you to fix it.” Landlord: “What
Tenant: “The man win
occupies the floor above sneezed.”
Landlord: “Well! Some people think
because they pay twenty-two dollars a
month rent they can carry on just as if
they lived in a Roman citadel.”— N. F.
fitted out with Yale time lock, make
the l’e-t tire and burglar-proof wormless
pics of commerce. They take the place
of civil war. and as a promoter of intes
tine strife they have no equal.
THE WAY TO BREAK TltE WORMLESS
RAILROAD VIE OF COMMERCE.
The farms in Maine are fenced in
with stone walls. 1 do not know why
this is done, for I <1 d not see anything
on these farms that any one would
naturally yearn to carry away with him.
1 saw some sheep in one of these in
closures. The r steel-po'nted bills were
lying on the wall near them, and they
were resting their jaws in the crisp
fro-ty morning ar. In another in
closure a farmer was planting clover
seed w th a hypodermic syringe, and
covering it with a mustard plaster He
said that last year hs clover was a
complete fa lure because his mustard
plasters were no good, lie bail tr od to
savo money by using second-hand
mustard plasters, and of course the
clover seed, missing the warm stimulus,
neglected to rally, and the crop was a
Here may be noticed the canvas back
moose and a strong antipathy to good
rum. I do not wonder that the people
of Maine are hostile to rtitn— if they
judge all rum by Maine rum. The
moose is one of the most gamey of the
finny tribe. He is caught in the fall of
the year with a double barrel shot-gun
and a pair of snow-shoes. He does not
bite unless irritated, but little boys
should not go near the femalo moose
while she is on her nest. The mascu
line moose wears a hare lip and a hat
rack on his head, to which is attached
a placard, on which is printed:
: per-pi.KASB Kau* Orr the O bass . :
This shows that the moose is a hu
Some of the Peculiarities Which Distin
guish the City of Guayaquil.
"Are you there, sir?" he asked, in a clear
and sensible voice.
“Ye-, my boy,” answered Booties, press
ins the lad’s head against his cheek, anl
holding him quiie tight against his hea t, as
if ho could not bear to let the all-powerful
enemy, who w is fast stealing upon them,
wrest that faithful youug life away from
The minutes passed slowly away and in
tense silence reigned throughout the tent*
suddenly Tom spoke again:
“I tln’t in no pain now, sir,” he said with
a satisfied sigh; “but I’m orful tirel.”
“Try and sleep a little,” said Booties.
“Yes; I think I’ll try. I’m orful tired.”
Then there was silence again—a silence
longer, deeper, more profound than that
which had been befcra—broken, indeel,
only by the sound of the boy’s sharp-drawn
breath. Then that, too, grow fainter and
less labored, and Booties held the slight form
yet closer in his arms—held it till the list
faint sigh bad fluttered through the whit
ened lips—held it, ev n though be knew per
fectly well that the brave hero-soul had
slipped away—i.eld it closer and clo er still,
because he did not dare to look on the
brave white face which had been faithful
even to the very end, and had paid a debt of
gratitude even by the sacrifice of life.
It was Lacy w bo approached him first.
“You’d better come away now, Booties,
old fellow,” he said persuasively.
can’t do the poor little chap any good now.”
Booties allowed one of the doctors to un
fold his arms and take tho little body from
him. Thea he stood up and looked down
upon it as it lay stil. and silent upon the
be 1, the sharp, young taco r.t rest and peace
“I knew he hadn’t sold me,” he «aid in a
shaking voice. “Gol bls? him! be loved
me better than him clr;” and then be turned
away and strode out into the darkn. ss alone.
Mrs. Treat, in her “Home Studies in Na
ture," says of bluebirds: When a pair of
bluebirds succeed in rearing three brood«
in a season, in the autumn these broods
unite and s ay with tho parents, making a
little flock of ab mt fourteen. All the au
tumn through they keep together, feeding
from the same bushes—poke, ampelepiis aid
other wild berr.es—and upon stray insects.
The first cold da's of December s nd tU.-ui
to the cedar swamps, where great numbers
congregate. Hero, too, large flocks of robius
keep them company. But each mild day
briugs the bluebird« from their retreat back
to tboir unforgotten home, and there is
nothing more fascinating iu bird life than to
see the frolic« of the young birds and the
grave demeanor of the parent». The young
visit th: various houses in which they ware
reared, sometimes two or thre: entering at
the same time, and all th) while keooing up
their low, sweet twitterin , ns it conversing.
Speakingot Georga Woelbiry’a “Life of
P e," a critic says: Anl yet a sadder or
more disheartening story could not well be
told. There is hardly a gleam of brightness
to relieve the sotnb- r shadow of a I f, ’hat
might ani ought to have been so full ot
beauty anl of worth. Poe was certairiy
one of the divinely gifted, and yet moral
weakn as and feebleness of purpose mad?
him a wreck from the start He was ma le
up of the most contradictory el -mente: hs
nature wa- many-si led; but there was a fatal
flaw in it all. Th * mes: charitable thing to
thina of him is that if not actually insane,
he al wavs trembled on the verge of Infinity,
and was often irrespot^ible both for his
words and actions.
Thera is no fresh water in town, but
all the people use is brought on rafts
from a plaeo twenty m les up the river,
and is peddled about the place in casks
carried upon tho backs of donkeys or
men. The donkeys all wear pantalet
tes—not, however, from motives of
modesty, as the native children all go
entirely naked, and the men and women
nearly so—but to protect their legs and
bellies from the gadily, which bites
fiercely here. Bread as well as water
is peddled about the town in the same
way, but vegetables are brought down
the river on rafts and in dugout«,
which are hauled up on the beach in
long rows, and present a busy and in
Guayaquil s famous for the fine t
pineapples in tho world, great
fruits, as white as snow and d as sweet
as honey. It is also famous for its hat«
and hammocks, made of the pita fiber,
a sort of palm. The well-known Pi n
ama hats are all made in Guaya u 1
but get their natno because Panama
merchants formerly cotitioled the
trade. They are bra'ded under w i er
bv ra’ivo women, of stiand« often
twelve and fifteen feet long, and tine
ones are very .expensive
often takes two and three weeks t<>
braid a single hat. wh ch sells for five
or six dollars, and wears forever,
saw a hat in
1 which s st
to be worth 11
was made of
single straw or fiber, as fine as thread
and as soft as silk, and the woman who
made it was engaged four months in
The qu'nine trade has almost died
out. as the forests of Ecua lor have
been stripped of the bark, and the tn c-
havethus been deal roved. In the mean
time, the trees have been int odu'eil
into the East Ind es bv he Br t sh Gov
ernment. where they have been culti
vated with great stic< ess, tnu« securing
a better quality of quinine with less
trouble. Quinine or Peruvian bark,
was discovered bv the Jesuits in Fcua
dor in 1630. and was named • chin-
chona,” after th'- Countess of Ch n
chona, the w fe of the Viceroy.— Guay
aquil Cor. Chicago ini' r-Ocean.
Clews All Around
A boy about twelve years old re
ported to a policeman the other ft ay
that a robbery had occurred at the
house under very mysterious circum
stances. The sum of twenty-five dol
lars, which was in a china-vase on a
bracket, had taken wings.
“Were any of the doors or windows
found open?” asked the officer.
“Any visitors in the house who might
have taken it?”
“And you haven’t picked up any
“That's the trouble, sir—-there's
clews till you can’t rest
I want to go
oft' and camp out, and dad think» I
cribbed the money. Dad wants to go
to Ch cago, ami marm thmks he's got
the boodle. Marm wants a new sum
mer wrap, and dad savs she clawed
---- a ducat«
to be married next
1 marni and me believe she
raked in the 'take to go on a bridal
tour. Tell you whaL m ster when 1
see how many clews can be p eked up
on a little case 1 ke this it makes me
anxious to know wh ch of ns w 11 come
out on top.”— Detrod .free Pncss..
SLEIGniNG TILL MIDNIGHT.
don’t feel liko hoeing corn the follow
ing day. Any man who lias ever had
his feet frost-bitten while bugging
potatoes will agree with me that it
takes away the charm of pastoral pur
suits. It is this desire to amalgamate
dog days and Santa Claus that has in
jured Maine as an agricultural hotbed.
Another reason that might be as
signed for refraining from agricultural
pursuits in Maine is that the agitator of
the soil finds when it is too late that
soil itself, which is essential to tho suc
cessful propagation of crops, has not
been in use in Maine for years. While
all over tho State there is a magnificent
stone foundation on whieh a farm might
safely rest, the superstructure, or farm
proper, has not been secured.
WITH A STOMACH l'lJMl’.
Near l’ea Cove I saw a strange s:ght.
A farmer was rowing around over hid
cranberry orchard in a skill*. I stood
up on the stone wall ami watched him
for some time, because I am greatly in
terested in farming, and dearly love to
watch any one eUe who may be engaged
in manual labor. It was a long time
before I could make out what he was
doing. At last, however. 1 figured it
out, and 1 was very much surprised,
indeed, for I had never seen horticulture
carried to that extent, and, as Mr. Say-
ward would remark, *‘I thought he was
earning that thing too far.”
Many will doubt my word, ami I
would not have believed it myself if any
one eLe had told me, but the man was
actually p eking cranberries out of his
submerged orchard with a stomach
pump. 1 have one of the cranberries
at home iiow .-M Aye, tn Boston
He Knew the Climatu
Commercial Traveler’s Wifo —“Now,
my dear, what coat will you tako with
TAKES A WAT ALL DESIRE TO HOE COKN you? It is almost June; your linen
THE NEXT DAY.
duster w.ll be enough, I guess.”
0. T. —“Lav out tr.y fur overcoat, my
If I had known when 1 passed through heavy cloth overcoat, my spring over
Minnesota and Illino's what a soil coat ami inv linen duster."
famine there was in Maine, I would
T.’s W.—“Why. my dear!—You
have brought some with mo.
are joking, ain't you?"
The stone crop this year in Maine
('. 'I'. “Certs nly not. I'm going to
will be very great. If they do not travel in New England.”— Boston < our-
•rack open during the dry weather ier.
there will bo a great many. The stone
ntise is also looking unusually well
— In tho Bernese Olierland a parrot
for this sca«on of tho year, and cliil- one dav made ilsescajie and perched on
.la ns wero in full bloom when I was the rain trough of a farm house in tho
tii igliborhooii. The fanner, who had
In tho neighborhood of Pittsfield the probably never been out of hia native
country seems to run largely to cohl village, brought a ladder to cauture the
water and chattel mortgages. Some strange animal. When he hail -cached
li nk that rum ha« always kept Maine tho top and was reaching out his hand,
back, but I claim that it has lieen wet tho perrot called out: ’-W hat do voti
want? What do you want?” The
The agricultural resources of Pitts astonished peasant at once took oil' his
field an<l vicinity are
arc not great, the prin-
prin cap and laid: “O, I beg your pardon. 1
cipal ex] |K>rts being spruce gum and thought you were a bird!"— Mitzelheill.
Christmas trees, Here also the buckle-
—Tho Bank of Spain, on a capital of
berry hat h her homo. But the country
«eetus to run largely to Christmas trees. 160,000.000 peseta». had, by a report
1’hcy wore not yet in bloom when I vis just ¡»«tied. a deposit »ccount of over
ited the State, so it was too early to 280,000.000 peseta«, besides notes in
gather popcorn balls and Christmas clrenlat on to the value of 418,417.600
peseta« and a total liah llty account of
Hero, near Pittsfield, is the birthplace itl»,T70.110 peseta«. A Spanish peseta
of the only original wormiest dried- equal« 13.3 cents in American money.
apple pie with which we generally in
—In tho course of a recent Montana
sult our gastric economy when wo lunch
along the railroad. These pies, when cattle case a cowbov testified that "a
properly kiln-dried ami riveted, with maverick is someiiody els«’« calf that
german silver monogram on top, if you get your brand on tiriU”