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< /.. k* V S"'*' Two words that belong to America. Two word» that mean a* much to day ns they did in 1770, when the people threw off the bund» that bound them and became free. There isn’t a man or woman or a child in all this great country who should not be proud of America. We are a nation of all people of the earth, and for a wise purpose Providence has blessed America beyond our wildest dreams. On the Fourth of July, 1801, the flag that is a guarantee of Freedom and Liberty floats over countless school houses where education is free. It floats over countless churches where the rich and poor may worship God according to the dictates of their consciences, without let or hindrance. It floats over the homes of prosperous mechanics, farmers, laborers- homes that contain more comforts, more luxuries, more happy families than can be found in any other country on the globe. Old Glory flonts over a happy, patriotic, united, sym pathetic: people, whose ears are quick to detect the cry of the suffering, whose hearts beat warm for the afflicted. Its folds envelop noble women who are the equals of men, and men who honor all women as they honor their mothers. It Hutters to the winds of heaven and gives notice to kings and queens ami emperors that a mighty nation has been founded on truth and honor and the equality of all men, and that its course has been up and up and is still upward until no human brain can conceive a limit to the glorious destiny of this great republic. It is good to be an American. It is a glorous privilege to live where the sun shines on a liberty-loving, contented people. We have taxes and the ability to pay them. We have strikes, but wise men and wise counsels are every year bringing employe and employer nearer together. We have trusts and great hrilins that will suggest and carry out measures that will make of the corporations servants, not With u puzled smile he challenged ihe lay-out before him. Grim as a statue, her faded silk dres- smoothed out primly, her bejeweled au I beflowered bonnet not a hair's breadth out of kilter, her lace-gloved hands fold ed in her lap. upon the high seat of the wagon, staring straight ahead, was Aunt Huldah. "klornin*, suh.” she returned tartly “If yo'll excuse iue, sah, I'se celebratin'." A rueful kind of a celebration it seem ed. for, although all the glories of bunt ing surrounded her. although full basket» of generous provisions lay at her feet. Aunt Huldah's face was set in a stern mold that suggested a funeral rather than a lark. I’ncle Remus made frantic efforts to attract their visitor's attention. Finally he got him to one side. "I knows yo, sah. Young Mistah Aus tin. I knows yo tine old family. I knows yo's gemman enough to spar Huldah de humiliation of any fttrder remarks, sah. She's boilin' now—soon she'll be bustin'. It’s shocking, sah. but dar's no mewl.” "No mule?” "Hat’s it, sah. Oh! dat rascal. Sam. He steals out of de house airly dis mawnin' and makes off across country to see his young lady, and won't be home till no one knows when. De Browns went by and sneered, and de Hoopers went by and yah-yahed, and Huldah's cousin, de reverend Mistah Augustus Brownell, ’ll deliber de Foth of July oration, and she won't be dar to heah. because dar's no mewl.” Young Austin smiled amusedly. Then he looked thoughtful, glanced at his watch, at his horse, at the heartbroken but Trojan-faced figure in the old cart, and then acted on a generous impulse. "Remus,” he spoke, "have you got an other harness?” "Paht of one, sah, but plenty of rope.” "Rope will do.” "Yo don’t mean, sah-----” “To hitch up and drive you over to Pine Grove—just that.” Huzza! Down the pike rattled the old vehicle. Was there ever such a pace! Past the gaping Browns; past the star ing Hoopers—a whirling blur of color, a blooded steed to the fore, "a gemman of de quality” in the seat, and old Re mus holding on for dear life behind! It was the sunniest day in Aunt Hul dah's life. A shaft broke as they turn ed the curve at the grove, a wheel went whirling off as they halted, but what did that matter? She sat among the ruins like a queen. Mule or no mule, she had arrived on time! The honor of being driven in state to the celebration added to all the laurels of relationship, and when in his address the reverend Augustus innocently and incidentally alluded to "some coming in chariots," proud old Aunt Huldah dart ed a triumphant look at "those low-down Browns,” and felt that life was worth living, and that its crowning glory had come to her on that great aud glorious Fourth of July. musters. We have poverty, but our poor are better situated than the poor of Europe. Pessimists have said that our form of government could not last. They said it a hundred years ago. and to-day it is greater and grander than ever. Be thunkful! Be glad that you have played a part In guiding this laud to the glorious position it occupies; that you and your c hildren are a part of a government of the people and for the people. Praise God in llis infinite kindness that the blessings are so many and that you have lived to enjoy them, and on this Fourth of July, 11)01, the one hundred and twenty fifth anniversary of the nation's birth, sing with a chorus of 70,000,000 people: “My country, *tis of thee, Rweot Land of Liberty.” THE CANNON-CRACKER. T waa n Chinese cracker, All clad In glowing red. Lay trembling in a wuuu en box, Bes de oi.r Tommy’» bed. •‘To morrow,” sighed the cracker, • Vnh’Rs 1 swift y tly Long ore the saining sun Is up, I shall most surely die!” Out of the box he clam be red, With many a glance of dread Where Tommy, dreaming of the Fourth, Lay tossing on his bed. The cracker, trembling greatly. Then hied him to a wood, And sought a dark Ami lonely dell, Where drops of moisture stood On flowers and grass, lie chuckled, "This Is the plaee for me,” And sat down on a co «1, damp stone, Beside a mossy tree. The woodland creatures gathered, And gased with startled eyes. And listened to his tale of woe With murmurs of surprise. Bald the selfish, boastful cracker: "You see, I used Ulv wits. My brothers In that ratal box Will all be blown to bits; •’While I, because I reasoned And dared to act ” Per BANG! I I A terrible explosion Throughout the woodland rang. It was a frisky firefly Toyed with that dangling cue; And Into countless piece» The cannon-cracker flew! — Mary Marshall Parks, In St. Nicholas r.NT lll’LhAII GREEN was lu great bustle, and the humble household alnuit her felt its influ- en<*e in a way that was dwdde<lly irritat ing and uncomfortable. E »r about a week before the Fourth of •Inly she had l»eeu making ’’great prepar ations.” It was a rare occasion when lluldah • went padding,” a red letter day when she neglected her home duties for a w hole twenty-four hours at a time. Yet just that she was planning to do now, and I’ncle Ketnus shook his head dole fully as he bobbled over beyond the ’tater patch, and sat down opposite his scapegrace nephew, Ham. who was mend lag a whitewash brush. ’Pears to u>e dat ole oom an gits pec ker and more foolish eb’ry day,** remark ed Remus. ” ’Pears to me she must guess we’s buck in de fiftiea. plnntHtion hanil« with jl»t nothin' on our min.la but lark».” "It’a along of <1. Foth. unde—de Foth of July." grinned Sam. "Telia yo now. di. vhile ain’t gwine to go totin' down to no paaaon'a jubilee, if he atn a rela tive. Yo heah me!” "Yana, yo'ne goin', yo good for nothin', lazy, lubberin' nigger. Has yo lost all respeck for yoself. and the proprieties and yo patriotism? Shame on yo, Mistah Iteniiis Green! to allow dat l>oy to dis cuss de motives anil intenshuns of yo helpmeet in dat cole-blooded way. It's sennd’lons! Yo won't go? Young man, yo be ready bright and airly to-morrow mornin' to drive dis heah ancieut couple ober to Pine Grove, ami yo be prepared to act de geinnian, or dar’ll lie some hot times hyarabouts for your lazy self, yo heah nie!” Aunt lluldah had taken the enemy un awares. Sam made off. grumbling. He inos knew it was wisest to say nothing, lluldah was n cyclone of resolve when she got started. He was getting too old to do much junketing, but he couldn't help becoming somewhat interested as his better half made him hustle around the cabin aud barn, helping her in her preparations for the eventful morrow. These were decidedly elaborate. Aunt lluldah claimed to be "no ornery, low down brack trash!” She boasted a proud line of dusky relatives. Was it not her own cousin. Parson Augustus Brownell, who was to deliver the oration of the day over at the great colored picnic at the grove? Ami was it not meet that her little household should appear in style, and do honor properly to the day that was doing honor to her relative, who was the leader and ruling shepherd of the Pocasset circuit brunch of the Afri can M. E. Church? Well, she guessed I ao! I'n le Hem ns burned his fingers turn ing baking tins, and got rated for failing to stir cake frosting briskly enough, and was done tired out when dusk came, and Aunt lluldah kept still bobbing around, packing the grand lunch, trimming up the old wagon outside with flags and green boughs and pieces of bunting. "Pat lazy Sam wants to get back wid dat mewl." she announced, "lie's to be curried and rested. And I want his mane braided, and little red, white and blue ribbons tied in. Spec some of de Browns 'll just turn yaller wid envy when dey see us on de road. We's de genuine eullnd quality, doan' forgit dat, Mistah Remus Green, to morrow, and keep up yo dignity.” "Well, well. Aunty! What seems to lie the trouble here?” Fourth of July morning was at hand bright, clear, bracing yet to poor old Aunt lluldah the sun seemed blotted out. the skies weeping tears of ink. A booted, spurred pedestrian, superb ly mounted, turned into tha yard of the little cabin about 8 o'clock, started for the pump. The Flag in Decoration. CONTROL WEATHER. MANY <-ms Attempts Recently Mude at In fluencing the Elements Huve Been success ul — Large Consumption of Coal .Uay Produce More Showers. Writing of “Civic Festivals and Pro cessions," in the Century, Charles II. Lamb says on the subject of the flag in decoration: “The Stars and Stripes, though not the most successful piece of decoration, can still be so treated as successfully to com bine with any scheme; but to do this it should be massed over doorways or stands, or, if used separately, should be hung repetitively from the windows along the entire line of parade, preferably on one of the upper stories, so ak to give a continuous line of red, white and blue from house to house. "The American flag is not impossible of successful treatment; we have already begun to imitate the French manner of raying small flags in an upright position from a common base, and repeating these groups at intervals; but the tricolor bunt ing is one of the most difficult to use sat isfactorily, because the equal proportion of red to blue is not a fortunate color combination. It would therefore be ad visable that the committee in charge should select those symbolic colors which would be appropriate, and use them in such quantity ns would give a definite color-scheme to the entire line. The sug gestion made by the National Society of Mural Painters that the naval colors, blue and white. re'-en forced with gold and natural green foliage, should be used in the Dewey reception parade was probs lily the first recognition given of the ne-[ CARIBOU SWIFT OF FOOT. cessity of other colors than the patriotic red, white and blue.” O ic of Thein In M»;ne Distance 1 a Firecracker Philosophy. A few individuals would have all Fourth of July explosions, big and little, prohibited. Anything that goes "bang" is to them a horror. All who enjoy ex plosive sounds are to them barbarians. A sudden concussion upon the tympanum of the ear sends these people into niiniu titre tils. But the enjoyment of sudden noises produced by ourselves or others with the object of pleasing is based on reason aud science. All our pleasure in this life is due to sensations. We may conceive ot enjoying music, poetry or paintiug with out the sound of an instrument, the see ing or hearing of rhyme and rhythm, ot the play of color on the optic nerve. Yet all such enjoyment ends in abstraction without a renewal of the sensation or an other to take its plaee. An explosion is a sensation. We live for sensations. Some of us would rather half kill ourselves with violent sensations' than be without any sensations. Just once a year we yield to the fire cracker and rocket sensation. It tickles our ear drums and thrills our expectant nerves. We enjoy it. We are glad ot the excuse of patriotic fervor to get this yearly tickling St. Louis I* «t Dispatch. Sure Death. Mrs. Cobwigger—I'm afraid something has happened Freddie. I haven't seen anything of him since morning. Cobwigger Nonsense! He's only hav ing a good time with his firecrackers. Mrs. Cobwigger No. he isn't. I would not let him have such things. I bought him one of those harmless toy pistols. Cobwigger—Run. woman, and get me my hat. I guess he's down at the morgue before this. New York World. An Early Start. Hopkiaa - You country people start into town early on the Fourth of July! Perkins Well, we have to—to head ot our city relatives coming out to see us.— Golden Days. Truth needs no color, beauty, no pen cil.— Sbak’pea re. of fâotâcrSt MEN ARE WORKING TO ATTAIN THAT END. Involuntary Influence exists without doubt; it is exercised, for instance, by deforestation and by the resulting al teration of conditions of soil, which modifies the flowing of streams aud in creases inuudatious; aud also by the development of industrial activity, as Russel has shown in the case of Lon don fogs, which uugnieut considerably with increased consumption of coal. The considerable Increase of tlie num ber of thunderstorms, which lias dou bled since 1870, leads us to believe that in this case also there is an effect due, in part, at least, to Industrial activity; for it is difficult to attribute an increase so considerable to the sole action of sun spots. An attempt has been made to explain the increase in the number of storms by the abundant production of steam by industrial engines. Dr. Trabert cannot accept this explanation, for he calculates that the quantity of steam thus produced in the whole of Germany would scarcely represent an evaporation of 0.0025 millimeter of water to the square kilometer (1-4000 inch to the square mile). But it is quite different with particles of dust scatter ed in great abundance throughout tlie air by the Incomplete combustion of a quantity of coal equal to 200 kilograms to tlie square kilometer (1,140 pounds to the square mile). This considerable In crease of atmospheric dust should exer cise an action on the production of rain. When moist air passes the state of saturation, condensation takes plaee on particles of dust. The more there are of these, the more drops are form ed; thus, for a given quantity of vapor condensed, the drops are necessarily smaller. Now the tension of saturation on a convex surface Increases with the curvature of the surface, that is to say, with the smallness of the drops. An increase of the quantity of dust in the air will therefore tend to favor the supersaturation of the air, and conse quently to produce thunderstorms and abundant rains. It is much more interesting, however, to know whether we may voluntarily act upon the weather. To this kind of action belong the attempts made suc cessfully in France, on a large scale, to prevent nocturnal frosts by the pro duction of artificial clouds. But when we come to the artificial production of rain, success is much more doubtful, as all attempts, so far. have proved. In the production of any phenomenon It Is always a question of the equivalent transformation of one kind of energy into another, and we must inquire whether the necessary amount of ener gy is at our disposal. Now Trabert cal culates that to bring to saturation a cubic kilometer (one quarter cubic mile) of air at 40 per cent relative hu midity requires no less than 1.400 kilo gram meters of work (10,000 foot pounds). This scarcely allows us to think of the possibility of artificial con densation. Such a thing would appear to l>e possible only if the conditions necessary to condensation already ex isted. and If we had only to put latent forces Into action. Finally, to this voluntary action on the weather be longs the method, used in the Austrian Alps since the time of the Emperor Joseph IL. of making numerous explo sions to ward off a hailstorm, a process that, ns is well known, has been devel oped and systematized by M. Steger at Wnndisch-Fefstrltz, In Southern Styria, with great success.—Cosmos (Paris). Greyhound In a Knee. A man lately returned from the woods says that a caribou can run faster than any other animal on legs. He says: "1 have a friend who owns a grey hound. aud lie always maintained that no animal could outrun the dog-at least, he thought so until lately, when he stood by and saw the fleet dog run off his feet by a herd of caribou that didn't seem to lie In much of a hurry either. "One day this friend of mine was bragging alxiut the dog to an old woods guide, when the latter said he could find an animal that would leave the bound so far behind that be would think he was anchored. This touched my friend in a sensitive spot, and a wager of $10 was made on a race be tween the hound and the first caribou we caiue across. "Finally the guide succeeded In get ting the dog after some caribou, a herd of four, found standing like so many statues on the ice In the middle of oue of the big ponds of the Penobscot west branch region. You know a caribou trots Instead of running like most wild nnlmals. There had been a good fall of snow, a light rain which formed a thick crust, and then about three inches more of snow. It was the finest kind of surface for running, and when the greyhound was turned loose his owner confidently expected that be would play tag with those caribou. "The dog went after tbetn like a wild locomotive. ami the caribou start ed. At first they didn't appear to l>e going very fast, but as the hound drew up on them they let out a link. The bound was running his prettiest, and before the caribou had had time to think he was right up on'them. Tbenxtbey put on steam and it was a sight to see them go. Why. when they struck their gait they pulled away fnnu that dog as though be had been an chored, and by the time they had reached the end of the pond the hound wasn't half way across. "When the dog came liack he was sadder and wiser and his master looked dazed. To be sure, a greyhound is fast, What suffering frequently result« but when you come to stack grey from a mother’s ignorance; or more hounds or any other kind of hounds frequently from a mother's neglect to against caribou you are in too fast a properly instruct her daughter ! game—sure!”—New York Suu. Tradition says “ woman must suf fer." aud young women are so taught. AN AVALANCHE OF LAWS. There is a little truth and a great deal of exaggeration in this, if a you ig The Only Person Who Knows the Law woman suffers severely she needs treat According to the L-w. ment, and her mother should see that We, the people of the United States, she gets it. Many mothers hesitate to take their are remarkable in our knowledge, un- der a presumption of law. The law daughter» to a physician for examina tion : but no mother need hesitate to presumes that we know the law, and. write freely about her daughter or though Mr. Bumble may be right in herself to Mrs. Pinkham’s Laboratory saying that the law is an ass in its pre at Lynn. Mass., and secure from a sumption, its presumptions control us woman the most efficient advice with Just the same. It is never an excuse out charge. to plead ignorance of the law, for the magistrate who does not know the law, judges who give opposing views of the law and courts that cannot agree on what the law is will tell you that you do know the law, because the law says that you do. This Is very complimen tary to the layman. Just think what we know under this legal presumption. Besides the unwrit ten law that we have inherited from tlie ages, we know millions of enact ments; those of tifty-slx Congresses, of our annual State Legislature—besides fifty other States and Territories, if we happen to lie In them—down to anil in Mrs. August Pfalzgraf. of South cluding the volumes of enactments of | our board of aldermen and our health Byron, Wis., mother of the young lady whose portrait we here publish, wrote department regulations. in January. 1899. saying her daughter You may go into the law library tn I had suffered for two years with irreg the Federal Building, wave your hands ular menstruation — nad headache all over the tens of thousands of volumes, the time, and pain in her side, feet and say, "I know all this,” and can swelled, and was generally miserable. then prove your statement by the au She received an answer promptly with advice, and under date of March, 1899, thorities themselves. the mother writes again that Lydia E. F. S. Wakefield, tally clerk of the Pinkham's Vegetable Compound cured House of Representatives, has pre her daughter of all pains and irregu pared a list of a little that we know, larity. Nothing in the world equals Lydia B. that emanated from the Fifty-sixth Congress. According to his figures, the Pinkham's great medicine for regu lating woman's peculiar monthly House passed 2.204 bills and resolu tions. If that is an average, think what trouble«. it means when multiplied by fifty-six Then add to it the volumes of laws that Determination. have found birth in our Legislature, “It's the only toime on earth,"said and the intermittent stream ever flow Mr. Dolan, who was struggling with a ing from that source, with which are balky horse, “that I wislit for an otty- mingled municipal laws and regula niobile. ’’ tions. “Would yez sell the horse?’’ Each Individual who has reached the “No, sir. I'd never give in like age of discretion is told by the law that. I’d hitch the animal up in that he knows them all.—Chicago Rec front of the machine, and then I’d see ord-Herald. whether he'd go or not.’ ' ] Survivor of a Famous Class. Thouroughly a Duke. Perhaps the most famous class which The Duke of Richmond has the dis ever graduated from West Point was tinction of being “three times a that of 1843. which included General duke.’’ He is Duke of Richmond in Grant, and almost England, Duke of Lennox in Scot every member of land, and Due de Aubigney in which rose to the France, a title conferred upon an an rank of a Briga cestress by Louis XIV in 1683. dier General. Take pictures at night at you home There are now —print them at night—you can do it. but three living Address Kirk, Geary & Co., 330 Sut survivors of the ter St., San Francisco, for informa class. One of tion. Largest photo supply house in them, the Rev. the West. Father Deslion. resigned from the army in 1851, and is For Cause. now a member of the Paullst Fathers, Yeast — Do the robins come to pick stationed in New Y'ork City. The sec ond. Gen. William B. Franklin, is living the bread crumbs from your lawn? Crimsonback—They used to, but In retirement, and the third, Gen. Sam uel G. French, lives at Pensacola. Fla., they don’t any more. “How do you account for that?” a hale and hearty old man, who still “My wife makes her own bread.” takes an active Interest in public af fairs. Gen. French won ills spurs In the Probably. Mexican war. Though a native of New Nell—I saw Maude buying a lot of Jersey, he cast in his lot with the South when the rebellion broke out. and he silk stockings the other day. Belle—Putting something by for a was one of the few men of Northern birth to win high rank In the rebel rainy day, I suppose. army, eventually becoming a Major General. It was Gen. French who coni manded the Confederates on the night attack on the Army of the Potomac ar Harrison's Landing, when the Federáis Thia signature is on every box of the genuine were thrown Into much confusion. He i Laxative Bromo-Quinine Tabi.t. planned and directed the construction the remedy that cure» a cold in om day of the defenses around Petersburg, and took part in many of the hardest Already Informed. fought battles of the war. I Disappointed admirer—Yo’ kin tell Dinah dat ef she wants dat chump People bother little boys so! All the | Sam Johnson she can hab him. See? Mutual friend—He done tole her tourists to his island home used to ask this one: “What are you going to be, dat hisself. His Aim in Life. little boy? What are you going to be?” and the boy had patiently replied at every interruption of his important un dertakings: "I am going to be a sailor THE ORIGINAL^ and climb the masts." Last summer he took an ocean voyage and was very seasick, and the third * 1 day his father asked: "What are you 5 going to be, boy? what are you going i to be?" “I atn not going to be a sailor and , climb the masts ” he replied. "I am ■ going to be a soldier and shoot can- ’ non ” A big uncle took the boy to see a fa- i WlkLKUHOUKT motts cyclorama, where the smoke and WTHIMC LIM. WIU. carnage and realistic dead I mm II cs in the i on sMe yvMrwHtkt. foreground shattered another of his am- ' TAKt HO 3U»STITUTU LOOS F0« UOVt Tgsat HAM. CATALOdUEJ FRcE bltlons. To the teasing question. SHOWINJHJLL LINE OFüARMENTS AND HAT»- "What are you going to lie. boy? what A 4 reww CA, BOSTON, MAS«.49 are you going to be?" came the answer I In a burst of confidence: THE McßORMICK "I am not going to lie a sailor and ■ Roller Bearing Header climb the masts. I am not going to be a soldier and shoot cannot. 1 am going Is the best tn the world. It has no equal tn •maoTH, to be a bachelor and marry mamma."— Aojuaraaiurr, Youth's- Companion. WET WORK? 15 YODRS? Í VcsSWiß »"o »mrueiTr. It has been tested In all harvest field» In ea-e of handling, steering, strength, and light» "So you don't mind the ins and outs nee» of draft, ft is without a peer. It run» light. In fact runs lighter with four horse» th»n of life?” any other header with Biz. A Happy Condition. "No. not my kind. At the present I atn In love and out of debt.”—Philadel phia Bulletin. The fruit» of Perilous I IF >rt. “Do these north pole explorers ever accomplish anything?'' "Oh. yes. they often come back and start out again.” • ------------------------- - ------ Your neighbors are the smartest pro- pie in the world; they know by a guess Just bow much you can afford to spend V Call oa the nearest McCormick Agent or , aclárese • ’ i A. H. BOYLAM, Bnn'l Aga nt, - - « roDTLAHO, oaeeca.