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plPwfpP iu Tib wl By Sn f? 1' #sH tl t' K' ?r'%?KW SPARROW IN WINTER. Blithely on the gray rose-tree Hear the sparrow cheep In glee! Though no roses bloom and blow Dn the branch that's rimmed with snow, He Remembers how the roses Gaily glimmered, Shyly shimmered, Where the snowflake now reposes And he fancies he can see Butterfly and bumblebee. -Rapture-brimming Idly skimming Round the roses on the tree. If. he can the roses spy With his fancy's searching eye, Then the roses for him blow. Though the way is deep with snow Though the north wind whines and whistles, And the dust of silver whirls O'er the crisp and shriveled thistles. Where the cold the leaflet curls. Only roses bloom for him On the frail and fragile limb, And tbe-nest sways to and fro In the starlit afterglow— When his lively fancy sees Rose-flakes tremble in the breeze. All his dream's a prescience gay Of the coming of the May, When the blossoms pink and white, K'er a vision of delight, Zephyr-shaken Burst to waken Song from dewy dawn till night Then he'll sing with joyful zest To his happy new-found mate, While they build the Swinging nest In the rose tree at the gate. What cares he how winter moans, In its dismalest of tones, When lie sees the roses twinkle, As the wind steals from the west, All the dewy flakes to sprinkle Round and round the love-built nest? —R. K. Munkittrlck, in Woman's Home Companion. How Nan Raced By Frona U. Brooks A FINER day than the first of Feb ruary could not have been wished for the races which were to give the t-ha-mpionship in ice-boating either to Lake Minnetonka or to Lake Pepin. One race had already taken place, two weeks before, and been won by Min netonka's superb yacht, the Elk. A protracted January thaw had post poned the final struggle, but now, after three days of snapping cold, Lake Minnetonka presented a noble sheet of smooth, solid, glittering ice. More over, the mercury had kindly risen to the comfortable point of 25 degrees, and a fine breeze lent itself to the oc casion. Lake Pepin had sent its two best, ice yachts the solidly-built Cyclone, larger than any boat Lake Minnetonka could boast, and which had been known to reach a speed of 80 miles an hour and the Phoebe, a beautiful little craft, made as light as possible, with slen der mast, silk sails and a cockpit of interwoven cords. Lake Minnetonka, on the other hand, had entered nine ice-boats for the race, boats of every size and appear ance, from the What-Not—a rough, home-made affair entered by. three newsboys—to the Elk, which had won on the former trial. Most of the boats were of medium siae. Perhaps' the best of these was the Nancy, a Christ mas present- to George Bassett from his uncle, an old' enthusiast in ice-boating on the Hudson. George had promptly named it the Nancy in honor of his only sister Anne, a bright girl of 17, whose cheerfulness, pluck and sympathy made her his dearest companion at. all times. In the previous race the Nancy and all the smaller boats had come in far behind, because a heavy wind had been greatly to the advantage of the Elk and the Cyclone. To-day George, count ing on the lighter breeze, was in high hopes of being second or third at the finish—he could hardly expect to win. The course was twice around a five mile triangle. Each turning point was marked by a fir tree easily visible against the white background of ice, while the goal was distinguished by a flag fastened to a post. At the first gun all. the 11 yachts, which had been flitting about, swung into position, affording a particularly beautiful sight when drawn up side by side. They were rivals in every sense, for one of the charms of an ice boat race is that every bbat. starts at the same moment, there is no time al lowance, and the yacht- which leads at the finish is the actual winner. Five minutes passed, a time of quiv ering expectation for Nan, before every boat was in place. Each skipper was then standing alert-, with hand on stern, ready, with one or two helpers, to push his craft off and jump aboard himself at the next- gun. Bang it went, and all started forward like a flock of great white-winged birds. "Have we a chance?" Nan asked her brother, although she knew the Nancy almost as well as he, atad could' have given a sound opinion as to the proba ble outcome. "Barely," said George "but the wind is still falling and there's no telling yet." The difference in boats soon began to tell. The splendid Elk drew ahead while the silken-sailed Phoebe flew close beside the leader. Third," came the. Cyclone, too heavy for the breeze, so that George speedily put the Nancy into third place. The first time round the course these three—the Elk, the Phoebe, and the Nancy—held the same relative positions, but on the second round, as* the boats reached the fir tree which marked the first turn in the course, the Phoebe got the best of it, and drew ahead. On the beat to the second fir tree she gained decidedly. Then down they pushed toward the goal, the Elk gradually gaining till al most jib and jib with the leader, but the Phoebe whirled around the flagstaff first. The Aancy was not a very close third, and George looked as much disappoint ed as Nan felt. But she looked bril liantly pleased, with rosy cheeks, glit tering eyes, and a little frost powder upon her fluffy hair and turned-up tall fur collar. ""The wind will suit us better the neixt. round, George," said she, cheerily "a-nd we may win for Minnetonka yet." But the jubilant Lake Pepin people had no fear. So far, the content wag a iieLgftiie third race mnst be decisive. oebe's captain was sure of win- nlng because the fSUing of the wind would increase his slight advantage over -M'ft great Elk, the only antagonist be feared but strategy might tell, and George whispered to Nan as he tightened the sheet-: "I think we can run even the Phoebe pretty close if we take the second leg in two. long tacks instead of four short ones. Every tack counts, you know. It- may take only a second to get aronnd, but in a race like this seconds mean every thing." "Good!" said Nan "but—they—don't give it away. The Phoebe's are watch ing us." All were ready again. As Capt. Red fern in his buckskin jacket with a rope around his waist and the old double-barreded signaling-gun in hand, walked observantly up the line before the moment for his second shot, he smiled at Nan. "You look smug there, Nan." "Oh, I'm quite at home, thank you, captain." The girl lay in her usual place well forward in the cockpit, while George, a friend and a boy stood ready to push off the boat. Then the gun banged, the men pushed, and the yachts started. "Let go," shouted George to his helpers, but still ran along himself an instant- more before jumping aboard and right, there his feet slipped, his hands slipped, and he fell prone on the ice. The boat leaped from his gra^p like a wild thing glad to be free, while a shout of hor ror broke from the spectators. George, springing to his feet-, dashed after the Nancy before he realized that he might as well chase the lightning. And Nan? When she saw that the boat was carrying her off alone, she was for one brief second downright dismayed. Then her sportsmanship came to the rescue and she crawled back, hurrying to reach the helm and bring the boat up into the wind but as she grasped the tiller she saw that to turn would be impossible, for she was in the middle of a line of boats, the farthest not- 30 feet away. She must wait for more room and she soon got it-, for. the Nancy was run ning away from the ruck. Seeing that her boat was following close on the Elk and the Phoebe, am bition sprang to life in Nan. Why not race? It was true she had never held the tiller for an hour altogether before in her life, but she knew the sport by a hundred runs with George. Her yacht obeyed her lightest touch, and her sipunk rose. She would not. de sert- the Nancy. And oh, goodness! what joy it would give George if she won the race for Minnetonka! Suddenly, and with some fear, she perceived the first fir-tree apparently straight in front and only a few rods away. Then she saw the Phoebe swing gracefully around it, the Elk following closely. In another instant Nan, too, had turned the dreaded mark close upon the skates of the leaders. All her fear was gone. Even so s!he tacked up to the second tree and swept down the third leg, while the spectators breath lessly watched the red fleck of Nan's dress. Sometimes they were sure she would run down the Elk, as the great boat shot mightily over the ice in her efforts to catch the flying Phoebe. As Nan approached the goal-post she had to fight her own thoughts,of drop ping out of the race. Both arms ached terribly, one from holding on, the other from grasping the tiller, and her fingers were numb. A hoarse shout: "Stop," from Capt. Redfern reached her ears with the cheers of the crowd as she swirled by, but she was sure she had heard George calling: "Splendid, Nan, splendid!" and this gave her new vigor. 'We'll keep at it, Nancy," she said aloud to her boat. "We're entered and we'll stay in and do the best we can. And—why, goodness! I'd forgotten it •we may win!" For even, as she spoke, George's plan had flashed upon her memory—to take two tacks instead of four on the second leg of the course. So far she had simply followed the leaders. Now she meant to strike out for herself. She was the more fired to this resolution by observ ing that she was steadily overtaking the Elk. She could follow the leader's tracks no more: The boats came whiz zing by the tree the first two pointed up on their second tack, but she rushed straight on. Poor George, watching in an agony of sympathy for his sister, now dug the nails into the palm of his hand. Surely Nan must have fainted, although he had never known her to faint or she was tired out and had lost her grip. And she had no idea that the boat was car rying her headlong on a terrible course. There was a dangerous crack only a mile beyond her, near Big island. No, she was turning. He caught his breath in the revulsion of feeling. What pride he felt as he realized thait she had caught his idea and was trying to work it out! "Hurrah, hurrah, Nan!" He quite astonished the crowd by his sudden, solitary cheering. Meanwhile Nan was fixing her mind on the all-important calculation of when to make her next- tack. She could see the other boats, now on their third short tack, approaching -the point where she wished to turn, but she felt sure that she should teach it first besides, she had, the right of way. So, regard less of a possible collision, she tore on, not Varying a hair's breadth. It was a close shave, for she passed under the very nose of the Phoebe, whose captain could hardly believe his eyes as he saw the insignificant, un thought-of Nancy cross his bow, and— was it possible?—with only a girl aboard! He pinned all his hopes on that. Although by some extraordinary chance she had got the lead, she would be afraid to make a close turn round that next tree. He would slip inside, and once ahead, regain his vanishing honors. Of the Elk he had no further fears, for still the wind was gradually, falling. But- Nan had not- sailed many a day for nothing. Her well-trained eyes and faculties were fully on the alert, and the excitement kept her absolutely free from "nerves." She rounded the next turn without a foot -to spare, and the Nancy sped buoyantly down the home Stretch, still ahead. Nan was jubilant. But she was jubilant too soon. One of the sudden flaws for which Lake Minnetonka. is noted came upon her: It lifted one side-runner of the under weighted boat high in air.. George fair ly shrieked with fear that the Nancy would go over, or Nan be forced up into •tte windfg|j|§ But Nan had seen flawsbefore: She hung on for dear life, and trust!ng to the passing nature of the gust, kept her course.'"/ 'W, But the flaw had cost her something. When the blast puffed by and all her runners returned to solid ice, she could, see the point of the Phoebe's jib-boom squarely abreast- of her. Nan watched that jib-boom with an intense deter mination that it should gain no more. And it did not. The wind was ex actly at the rate best suited to the Nancy- Bust the gusts!' Alas! again one Swooped upon the boats, setting the Nancy at such an angle that the wretch ed George thought she must certainly upset. Yet Nan held on. But -this time she had to ease, the boat a little, and now she beheld the whole jib of the Phoebe right- alongside. Nan's tiller arm felt as if itwerenear ly jerked out of its socket her whole frame ached her eyes smarted, but she was nearing the end. If she could but reach it before another puff caught her! Already Bhe heard the^ people cheer-, ing like mad as she drove straight for the goal. Rushing on, she could see the scattered spectators huddling in close to the flagstaff. Some were in fear of their lives, not feeling con fident in her skill but Nan aimed well. Shaving the post she dashed by the wildly shouting crowd, hotly pressed by. the Phoebe, and with, the Elk a close third, and Nan had won for Min netonka. With a final effort she pushed the helm over to bring the yacht up into the wind, and there she lay, so weary that she could not move, while the gallant captain of the Phoebe rolled stiffly off his boat to present his congratulations to the victor. But George was before him. Snatch ing Nan in his arms, he cried: "Nanny darling,' little sister! What? She's fainted!" Nan's eyes opened. "No—fainted? Of course I've not fainted. But I'm tired. Help me up." And struggling to her feet she asked: "Did we really win?" "You did," said George. And Lake Pepin was as loud as Min netonka in cheering her.—Youth's Companion. A FAMOUS BLUNDERER. Simple Sayings of a Funny Char acter Who I« a Type in French Literature. M. Calino, the 'popular* French sim pleton who performs in the humorous literature of France much the same function that the traditional Padd.y does in English literature, has been made the subject of a grave study, in which his innocent stupidities are care* fully analyzed. He is" nothing mbre or less than a-convenient personification of a type of the harmless'blunderer aiid complacent lack-wit found in all ages and countries. In France his sayings reflect, however, something of the pic turesqueness which is characteristic of the nation. Calino's blunderings, it seems, began at an early-age. He had not craft enough to tell a lie that would hold water for a moment. One day at school he got into a fight with a companion and came home with a gash on his fore head. "How did' you-get that cut?" asked his father. "What cut, papa?" 'Why, that great gash on your fore head." "I bit myself there, papa." "Bit yourself? Why, you couldn't bite yourself on your forehead." "I got up on a chair to do it, papa." Later in life Calino delivered himsell of the following bit of wisdom: "As for me, I don't care so much for the sun as I do for the moon. You see, the sun only comes after it gets day light, when we could see just as well without it, but the moon's some use it- shines at night." Early one morning when Calino was out with his gun he saw a robin in the garden of his friend Camille. He aimed at- it, but it dropped below the top of the wall. Then Calino went into the house, crept upstairs softly, stole into Camille's bedroom without waking Ca mille, who was in bed, pointed his gun out of the window at the robin and fired—bang! Camille leaped out of bed in wild con fusion and alarm. "W—w—w—why—w—w—what's the matter?" "Oh, did I wake you up?" said CalL "I pulled the trigger just as softly as I could."—Boston Traveler. GROWTH OF CITY TRAVEL. Some Curious Clumcei That Follow Upon Improved Means of Transportation. One of the curious and always inter* esting things about city tra.vel, natural enough though -it may be, is the great increase in travel along any line follow ing promptly upon any great improve ment in the means of trans.porta.tion. Thus, if one stands now on any one of a number of avenues in the city he may see passing twice as many cars as were there only a very few years ago, the new cars twice as big. as the old one* and moving twice as fast, and at busy hours of the day and on holidays he will see these cars crowded with people just as the fewer little old cars Were former ly at such times. Twice the traffic or more stems to have followed the doubling of thie transportation, says the New York Sun. Of course the town is growing all the time, and improved means of transpor tation carries population with it in the city jyst as it does in the country: and with fine cars to ride in and a wide lati tude in transfers, the travel for recre&» tion is increased enormously. But still to anybody familiar with the old, little, plodding horse cars and the streets and avenues through which they ran, it is for the moment at least, if not amazing, curious and interesting to see the new big cars rushing by, all.the tfrnecrowd ed, and along lines where people in com paratively scanty numbers were car riedbefore and even at second thought, indeed, it is, still a wonder where all the people come from. New Bicycle Pedal.' AnEnglishmanhas designed a bicycle pedal in. the form of a skeleton plate shaped, to fit the sole of the shoe and secured by. a clamp to the barrel on the pedal axle. A half dome is fixed 'at the front for a toe clip and a curved exten sioh below the axle is provided With a weight to balance the pedal. me, s? jrd Lines. Sprogles—-I Jised^to think toy face was my fortunfe, but I've got oyer th,at Idea. because,' as£ have just learned, they thought I. had ttoo honest a face.—Chi cago Daily Ne#s. A Fearful Mistake. A burglar came to Hen. Peck's house. No more abroad he'll roam He barely got off with his life, For he was met*by den. Peck's wife, Who thought that he*—this caused the strife— Was Peck, juj& getting home. -L. A. W. Bulletin. A LITTLE NERVOUS, PERHAPS. "Have you never kissed a girl before, Harold?" "Never, love." "Well, you do it very well for a be ginner."—Ally Sloper. When the Millennium Begim. When telephone charges become what they should, When lobbyists find their, efforts no good When the people insist that their servants do right— Millennium's dalwn will be really in sight. —N. Y. Herald. Saved by His Horse. Colonel—Ah, my boy, that faithful old horse thereswas the means of saving my life. Friend—-Really, colonel? Cblonel—Yes Jhe kicked me in the weskit so that: 16ouldn't»fight, and the other chaps got shot while I was in the hospital.—Tit-Bits. The Public Set* the Gait. Winks—Don't you think editors and reporters Ought to be required to sign their names to their articles? Jinks—No. Editors and reporters are not responsible for what they write. "Who are, then?" "The people who buy the papers." —N. Y. Weekly. His Time Was Limited. Winks—What did your wife say to you when you got home at four o'clock this morning? Blinks (wearily)—Say, old man, I've got some work to do to-day.—Boston Courier. Blasting Fond Hopes. Mrs. Newly wed We are going' to name our new baby after you, Uncle Josh! Rich Uncle—That's a good idee he'll have to start out in life without a cent, jes' the same as I did!—Puck. To His Sorrow. Now, scenic artists, boast no more, Your efforts are not In it For, any day my wife can make A scene in half a minute. —Puck. Q.IJITE SO. "And why did the devil tempt Eve first, do you think, Godfrey?" "Oh, mummy, ladies always conie first! "—Punch. Reprieved. When the gray dawn breaks o'er the lea It does not wake my heart to pain With Joy I scan my watch and see That' I may go to sleep again. —Chicago Record. A Point In Its Favor. Johnny—Mamma, Tommy Jones Is a stuff. lifoimna—Oh. don't use that expres sion. It is not good English. Johnny—Well, mamma, it's plain English.—N. Y. Journal. Hard ffiM S- 'R iCj-sf. has changed your Bingle—Wha mind? Sprogles—I ^pas on one of those ju ries when the bribing was done, but the fellows with money didn't approach Luck. Sympathetic* Curate-*—My poor man! you must indeed have gone through severe trials. Vagabond—Right ye are, sir! An wusa still—I always'got convicted.— Fun. Piaued. The Lady—You'll have to take back that parrot. He swears. The Dealer—He only swears in Ger man.' J. -'.- The "lady—But I don't: -understand German.—Indianapolis Journal. The Wave's S«*ttilleari6e. "Boston!" sHrieked the brakeman as.. Retrain pufted,in|y|-Jj£ Xi~jg '. Yep! sleepily murmured the man who ate at restaurants. "Well baked, too!"—N. Y. Journal i'i$ •S-J' ^4^ wm 0HNY LOWSi ^5§|3 /s pfJ?%V$ Was a Successful Operation. "Yoji say the operation for appenr diciti's was successful?" "Yes eminently so." "But did not the patient- die? I un derstood that was the case." "That- is true. He had not sufficient strength to recover from the shock but the operation itself was a beautiful one in every respect and eminently suc cessful.''— Pittsburgh Chronicle-Tele graph. Not Tired of Him. Mrs. De Weary—And so you have been married five years, and are as much in love with your husband as ever? Mrs. Cheery—Yes, indeed! "Hum! What business is your hus band in?" "He's captain of a ship."—Melbourne Weekly Times. Another Hard Luck Tale. "Just m^r luck," he said, disconsolate ly. "I can't even be sick with any ap propriateness." "What's the matter?" He shook for a minute before reply ing. "Chills in winter and fever in sum mer," he answered when he had time.— Chicago Post. One of Those Queries. "Father," said the boy, with big. se* rious eyes, "I want to ask you some thing." "What is it, my son?" asked the old gentleman, closing his book and look ing wise. "If a monkey wore shoes on his hind feet would they be mittens?"—Wash ington Post. It Would Seem So. "There is something burglarious about four aces," said the man who sometimes plays poker. "They are almost like robbery," said the man who sometimes tries to play. "Yes, and they are safe openers."— Indianapolis Journal. Reversed. "When duty calls us we must go," Would seem as plain as day. Yet many people don't think so— They go the other way. —Brooklyn Life. AN OPTICAL DELUSION. Caused by the fashionable braided jacket and the latest thing in muffs.— Punch. His Little Joke. Two dudes went in a restaurant, And as they passed within its gates I heard the water murmur low: "True, 'All things come to him who waits.' —Judge. Oh, So Clever! "They say she is a clever converse' tionalist." "Clever? Conversationalist? Why, she's brilliant. She doesn't even need to converse. She can blast a reputa tion just by the way she shrugs hei shoulders."—Chicago Post. Safe from Drowning. Winter Visitor (in Florida)—I should love dearly to go sailng, but it looks very dangerous. Do not people often get drowned in this bay? Waterman—No, indeed, mum. The sharks never lets anybody drown.—N. Y. Weekly."" Accounting for It. "Have you followed the course you marked out for yourself when a boy?" "No I intended to be a great finan cier, but I have never yet been able to get enough money to practice up on."— Puck. A Mere Fact. Where ignorance is bliss 'Tis folly 'to be wise, And if 'twas not for this Men wouldn't eat potpies— In cheap restaurants. ^-Chicago" Daily News. He Couldn't Swallow That. "Come, come! cheer up!" said the optimist "it- is all for the best, re member." "So it seems," replied the pessimist "at all events, we second best ones don't seem to get any."—Ally Sloper. Easily. "Could you tell me what, this pre scription calls for?" asked the inquisi tive citizen. "Yes." answered the clerk n& he glanced over it rapidly, "50 cents."— Washington Star. -Afterward. time.—Brooklyn Dife. it/ Work of an Amateur die Vera Goodhart—Poor fellow, flirted with him dreadfully Sallie leWitte—Yes, but just think how well he thought of himself all that First Tramp—Dat homemade pie, Second Tramp—Must be. No baker what wuz responsible fer dat- pie cud stay in de busine»«.—Puck. 'by V'irl ilPlSf'' AN ORIENTAL PEACH. Oho? aha," smiled her majesty, again re lapsing into thonght, "bring on another."— Cincinnati Enquirer. THE HOTEL POTENTATE. Oa« HIS CONDITION. He it Sllttfter of Mongolian Tatfy This Vassal Was a Winner la a Walls. Her majesty, Tsi An, empress of China, at in her jpalace in the purple Forbidden de: kOU&mg ueneu f.wwuuu absorption-she uewoneu ioa wai nut-colored person plastered up against the yellow silk tapestry. "Un-Hung,' she raid, "where is the em peror?" 'Dash your ignominioos slave into a mil- most purple of our yellow lilies of it." the ang-tse-Kiang, do not wot where the emperor And this to me?" "Most beauteous descendant of all the gods, your vile slave speaks hut the truth, though he lies here on his very stomach. Hewotteth not where the emperor is." Slave, dog, canine wretch, seam of the Yellow river, did I not tell you what to do?" Aha, then he is dead?" As a mackerel, 0, yellow anemone of the crystal sea." liest thou, knowing that he is dead: "How the dickens, most marvelous of mandarin matrons, do I know where he is? no fortune teller." of the Old Sort Who Wore the Air of a Monarch of the Highest Order. "When I was in business with W. C. A0U&n_ 'amon8 circus man," said Mr. J. A. Whyte, the impresario, "we once had occasion to make a business trip to the northwest, and stayed a week or so in a certain big city, the name of which isn't essential to the story. We put up at the leading hotel, which is one of the finest and best known in the United States, and would have enjoyed ourselves if it hadn't been for the head clerk. He was one of a breed that has since become obsolete—thank heaven!— a haughly, disdainful potentate, who con sidered it beneath his dignity to show the slightest courtesy to any of the guests of! the house. Mr. Coup, as al] who knew bvm will confirm, was a polished man of the world, totally careless of money, never com-' plaining, but accustomed to punctilious service. He bumped against the majestic ruler of the register several times and en dured his affronts in silence. At last he told me quietly to secure quarters at another hotel, which I was only too glad to do. I reported that arrangements had been made, and he went down to settle our account. 'What is our bill, Mr. King?' he asked snavely. 'My name's not King,' snapped the clerk, and proceeded to figure np the amount. Coup took out his pocketbook. 'Strange,' he said pensively, Taut I have been under 1 your name was King,' retorted how you got that idea/ "Nor 1/ said Coup, 'unless it was because you act so much like e. —N. O. Times-Democrat. Was Jaat Plata Lasj, WllkM Any of Yosr Frills «r Or~ names ts. "Howdy do, Mr. Jarlick?" saluted Dr. Slaughter, an Arkansas physician. "How is your health to-day?" "Are you asking as a physician or merely as a friend returned Mr. Jarlick, a moss grown, but shrewd native. "As a friend, of course!" "Wa-all, then, Doc, I'm feel in' kinder sawter, so to express it. Ain't sick enough to go to bed, nor well enough to do anything that looks like work. Ain't rich enough to need a vacation, nor poor enonzh not to feel like I want one. Can't say I've got spring fever or palpitation of the heart, for the first ain't in season now, an' I'm too durn big an' husky for anybody to believe the latter. The simple fact of the case is that I'm truthful enough to own np that I'm lazy, without any frills or ornaments—jest plain lazy, an' honest enough to.confess it. That's all in the world is the matter with me."—Puck. Railroad Across the Eafllsk Ckamel. The English Parliament is considering the plan of connecting thai country with France by railway. Engineers say a roadbed can be laid on the bottom of the English channel, and by mounting trestlework on wheels, so that it projects above the water, the railwav can be operated. This seems beyond belief, but it is perhaps no more remarkable than some of the cures accomplished by Hostet ter's Stomach Bitters in bad cases of dys pepsia, indigestion and constipation. This is an age of wonderful achievements. Dsriag the Soto. The Man—Anyway, her singing drowns conversation. The Maid—Dear me! I always under stood that drowning was an easy death.— N. Y. Journal. "I," said the orator, "am an American of the good old stock, rooted deep in thesoil—" "The only stock I ever beard of that rooted deep in the soil," said the fanner in the audience, "was hogs."—Indianapolis Jour nal. The way to get over your troubles is to get under them.—Ram's Horn. ANY a dutiful daughter pays ia pain ignorance or perhaps neglect. The mother suffered and she BNDULQENT MOTHERS Manyayotmg girl's beauty is wasted by time of menstruation, and many mistaken kindness perarit then1 abont physical health. Miss CARRIE M. LAMB, Big Beaver, Mich., MRS. PINKHAM—A year ago I suffered irregular menstruation and leucorrhaea. My appetite was variable, stomach soar and bowel* were not regular, and was subject to pains fike colic duringmenstntation. I wrote you and began to take Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound and used two packages of Sanative Wash. You can't imagine my relief. My courses are natural and general health improved." MRS. NANNIE ADKIMS, La Due, Mo., writes: "DEAR MRS, PIKKHAM— 1 feel it my duty to teQ you of the good your Vegetable Compound bam done my daughter. SI suffered untold agony at time of menstruation be fore takmevoormeffidnes but the Compound has bd relieved the pain, given her better eolar, stronger, and has improved evtry lew you for the benefit she has leteifsd, for yodhg girls/" Spring IModki The Flowers To IfE And not even Nature v&M?: allow the flowers to &ow and blossom io perfection vn0uMft good soiL Ifow Nature and people are modi aBket the former most have sunshine, fatter must funte pure Hood in order to perfect heaHfu etoea Hood's Saraapariftt biea of all aorta, Poor Wood troubles, inflammation' etc~, made me mlawaMe. until 1 took Hood's Hood liua ft to the Isnas system what wmdiing la to 3aCue—' tike destroyer of iiaauu gauai A meter dmippeimtt. --The doctor said BuW of were not seven dwapo Had no sua fla acted like magfev I thoroughly Ar-,1 N. B. SzCLKTr isr» W. Mtb obliged to give op mrtfot matism. No remedy helped Hood's Sac Mm tarrh. I give it to the eMIdren results." HmXlKXifi,! 3{cod& Boof* F)lto tire only wulwrtfc DOWN OIR CQUNOOI It Be Had One of the most delightfully pects of our late aatagonists absence of a sense of 1 eon jester kmac predicted that Spaniards got throagh with the war the would repudiate Christopher Coinsiw for having ever discovered America, the Madrid joarnais are verifyint the pntetios fcy a** setting with truly Iberiam I Vsr- good Mood feiaf 1 nraf— ifiti tint Cristobal Colon has tamed sat to be the evil gestae of Speia. It is evident that if the old beea contest with stayiag ia the ranean and had aot aome ah mosarchs to faairit has the covering the new world 8MH no colonies, and has lose them. "It's ill Caking the Icelander," says the Seoteh proverb, aad by the same logic, if it had sot beea for the meehievoos activity of riifsailiwi Spas wonldhave beea thoroaghly aaarded igiiiint sneh disasters as have now befs&ea her. Kit even upon the Spanish arthsd sf reasoning—that Colnabsi was at fsalt amd net the ages of pleader aad enafty whieii have wiped oat the Spanish oirueiship sf nearly half the world—oar Madrid fr'ssils forget that Colembes gave them three cen turies of squeezing the colonies that fol lowed his diseoveries in Seotfci four in Cnba and Porto Cotambos was thrown prison while he lived, we iDmslil say the balance between him and still ia his favor.—Pittsburgh ACC0KPL1SHMEWT, OWE A riataad The senraat girl qoestioa is even difficult in small western cities tl is in New York. There no lady ve to ask a reference, bat contents with a verbal examination sf her __ cant's capabilities. There was an avalanche of Swedes and inlanders a Pacific slope town last winter, and one wild-haired damsel pre sented herself as a candidate for a fOP-a month position as cook. The jjnmiwriwg mistress thus interrogated herz "Can yon make good bread?* "Brod? Saw "Can yon make soap?" "Soup? Jfaw." "Do you understand roasting meats?" "Meat? Saw." "Can you broil?" "Haw." "Can vow clean brasses?" "Naw" "Can yon wash and iron?" "Naw." "Scrub?" "Naw n»y goodness, girl! What caa jtm do?^ The Philander reflected. Then she am swered proudly: "I can milk a reindeer*" —IS. Y. World. Paternal Finesse.—"My son is taking am exhaustive -tuaise ia political economy." "What's that for?" "I bad to do thing to keep him eat efayl csgo Italy Record. Ho sua is too worthless for: an to get staek him.—Washington (la.) Democrat. for hex her must suffer also. This is true only to a Banted extent, excessive pain is healthy. Every mother should inform ber self for her own sate and especially for the sate of her daughter. Write to Mrs. Pfaricham, at Lyon, for her advice about aS concerning the iB» of the organs.