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T HE KNIGHT OF THE BURRO.
3Y i ROSf . L. ELLERiBE.
BY U11055. 1
IT, my love is but a
lassie, a wee and win
some lassie, she,"sang
Sa deep baritone voice,
with careless aban
don. A girl who was
strolling along the
mountain path stop
ped and looked about
her in wonder. On one side ross the
rugged mountain, on the other lay a
deep gorge. Where was the singer?
The question was answered by a stal
wart mafs:oline form swinging around
a sharp turn in the pathway just
ahc'd of her, and coining to a sudden
stop. Evidently a "maiden tair" was
an onexpected vision on this lonely
mountain trail. The hesitation was
only for an instant; removing his hat,
"I beg your pardon. The path is so
harrow hero I'll go Iack a bit," and
he turned. The girl fo:lowed him
with an amused smile.
"If it were only the least bit dan
gerous," she thought, "this would
really hb an auiventuira; but it's not,
more's the pity." She murmured her
thanks to the young man, who stood
respeetually aside to allow her pas
denry Maxon gave one glance over
his shoulder as he again rounded the
"Well, she is a 'winsome wee thing,'
but she must have thought me an
idiot to stare at her so;-must be
stopping at the GWen." And he went
on his way.
T'he trail, following the curve of the
mountain, formed a semicircle; as
Neva flildreth reached its innermost
point, she uttered a cry of delight; a
tiny canon opened Ibeforo her, its
rocky sides covered with a dense
growth of brush, moss and ferns;
through the branches glpamed the
white rotks of a watcrlessl waterfall.
Miss Neva cultivated a passion for
ferns, and she could nog pass these by.
Entering the canon, she was soon
gathering the dainty golden and sil
ver ferns. A particuiarly fine cluster
just above the little fall attracted her.
There were tempting little cracks and
"loan goup there lust ias well as not,"
she thought; and up she went. On
reaching the higher level. another lit
tie fall was dihclosed, acid the wild
confusion of growth wis even more
"I must bring minamnia here," mused
the little lady; "it is one ofi the most
beautiful spots I have ever seen, now;
-what must it be with the water
tumbling over these rocks!" Taking
a seat on a atone, she gave herself up
to the contemplation of the beauties
But reveries must end, and girls who
climb up rocks must climb down
again. It looked easy enough, and
the yonang lady had no fears as she
placed her foot upon an apparently
firm bit of rock only to tind herself
suddenly precijitated to the ground
below. Fortunately the distance was
not great, and alter a moimentary
shock she picked herself up; isut when
she attempted to walk she found that
her ankle had been injured in some
way, and she was compelled to lean
against the bank for support. She
tried again, and managed to make her
way back to the trail; but here she
sank down, faint with pain, and could
go no further. Already the sun had
gone behind the mountain, and though
the opposite hills and valleys were still
flooded with light, the shadows were
falling in the little canon.
Miss Neva suddenly realized that
she was having an advenlure, after all.
"It's quite romantic to sprain one's
ankie,-pvople always do that in
etories,-only there can't be many
people passing this way to rescen me
-that young man stared at ine so
when he saw me. And nobody knows
where I um; mminrma was ssleep when
1 cmine away. What if there should
be wild anunnis?-what was that man
tolling about mountain lions at the
She glinced about her rather ner
voutsly, b)ut she prided lhers elf on her
"aerve," and for fully half an hour
she bore the situation very philosophi
cally, assuring herself that help must
come in some way soon. But her foot
wius growing very painful, and the
shadows were growing very deep,
ainmd her courage was fast iniling her,
when she at last heard footsteps ap
proaching. Presently she saw a Mexi
can laborer, with a spade over his
shoulder, coming arotumud the path.
WVhen he was opposite to her she called
to him. Uo stopped with en crelanma
tion of astonuslhnecut, hct when he
sow her foot, froein whuth she hail re
moved the hoot, he esked:
'Hurta?-Mtieha nnue,"' he added,
Nh;ahing his heat. 1' listencd to her
u:lOa1ntious vmith manv ex'res:i ons ot
yuip;'thv, and :it its cu'lsiou said:
''I go int \leCst:L South; we come
miretty quic;,' aiii roved away at c
rlcmrklbie spe e - or :L Mixican.
It seemed ht;rs zo 1t h sutflrin
aln impatient C:r; eF\ore shte agai
hezrd 10:elstec'. This time it was the
"singer," and he came directly to
"Jose tells me that you have met
with an accident," he said; "I am
"It's only a sprained ankle, I
think," she replied, "but that is
bad enough." Then, forgetting every
thing but the misery of the
past hour, she cried, "Oh, dear,
oh clear! how am I ever to get away
from this place over that dreadful
trail? I can't walk-and-there's no
other way." In spite of her "nerve"
the tears came.
Henry Maxon, looking down at the
dainty little figure with its tear
stained face, longed to pick her up 'u
his arms, as he would have done a little
child, and carry her home, but he only
"Oh yes, there are other ways; we
might make a little and carry you
or-did you ever ride a burro?"
"No, but I mean to ride one before
I go home."
"Now's your chance then-that is,
if you are not too faint to sit in the
saddle. My ranch is just around the
hill, and I can have an animal here
inside of ten minutes-if you wish."
"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed, eagerly,
"I can ride very well, and I should
really enjoy a burro ride-if it were
not for the pain," she added, as a
twinge reminded her of the wounded
"It is badly swollen," said Maxon,
looking sympathetically at the little
foot; "if I could bring some arnica or
"Oh, no," she hastened to say, "it
will do very well until I get to the
In a very short time he reappeared
with a light overcoat, which she !glad
ly wrapped about her, for the.air was
Soon a Mexican came, loading the
comical little beast with its flopping
ears and wicked eyes. Then Miss
Nova found herself lifted into a man's
saddle, and her lame foot carefully ad
justed; her rescuer took the bridle,
and by means of much pulling and
coaxing and an occasional punch from
the Mexican in the rear, the little
procession finally reached the hotel.
Several sympathetic nurses attend
ed to Miss Hildreth's sprained ankle,
while she rehearsed her adventure
with much glee, in spite of the pain.
She declared that it was quite as much
of an adventure as a nineteenth cen
tury maiden ought to expect, and that
the "Knight of the Burro" was in
keeping with the age -practical, you
know. "An old time knight would
have borne me in his arms, which
would have been decidedly uncomfort
able for both parties before we got
over that half mile of rocky trail."
Mr. Maxon called next day,of course,
to make inquiries, and was graciously,
if somewhat condescendingly, received
by Mrs. Hildrath; but he found occa
sion to stop at the little hotel almost
every day during the next week, and
lie usually found Miss Hildredth on
the veranda. They had some merry
laughs over their "adventure," and
some very pleasant chats;-but the
Hildredths were only tourists with
round trip tickets, and as soon as the
lanme ankle permitted they went on
Six months later, as Henry Maxon
was standing before one of those mar'
volous exhibits from his own State at
the great fair, he saw Neova Hildreth
approaching him. Their eyes met,
and she recognized him with a frank
smile and outstretched hand.
"I am glad to see you," she said; "I
have not forgotten my California ex
perience." An introduction to her
sister, Mrs. \Vard, followed. Mrs.
Ward was quite absorbed by her own
escort, a learned professor, and she
paid little heed to her sister,
who followed in her wake accom
panied by Maxon. So it fell out
that when luncheon was proposed,
two hours later, Maxon was still one
of the party and was invited to join
them--an invitation which he readily
The party left the grounds soon af
terward; and it was not until Maxon
was in his own room for the night thai
he remembered, with sudden dismay,
that he had not asked Miss Hildreth'i
adbress nor her plans for the morrow;
be only knew that she was stopping
with friends and that she expected tc
remain in Chicago a week longer.
The next day Maxon wandered aim.
lessly about the Art Gallery and the
Woman's Building, instoad of makhin
a study of certain agricultural exhib
its, as his ironclad itinerary called for,
By six p. m. he believed that he had
seen every woman in the Unite(
States, except the one woman he want
ed to see. '['he next day was spent is
much the same manner. On the thiri
day he caight a glimpse of her, bul
before he couli reach her ske wa!
It is to be feared that Maxon gainer
very little huol\edge during the re
mainder of his s::v at the fair. H<
saw nothing more of Noea Hildreth.
some of the Northern resorts, and he
had already overstayed his time in
Chicago. So one morning he took his
seat in the sleeper of a through ex
press, feeling, bitterly, that he had
lost the happiness of his life, perhaps,
through his own carelessness. Just as
the train pulled out, tao ladies entered
and took the section next to his.
Strong man as he was, the blood rushed
to his face and his heart leaped with
joy as he recognized Neva Hildreth
and her sister. He would lose no
more opportunities. He went to them
at once, and was cordially received by
both ladies. He soon learned tba;
their destination was the same as his
own, and could hardly conceal his e
ultatien as he thought of the long day
before him, which he resolved to make
the most of. Like a wise man, he first
tried to converse with Mrs. Ward,
but she seemed so surprised at his
ignorance of many exhibits which in
terested her, and so overpowered him
with her knowledge, that he was most
thankful when she buried herself in
a magazine and let him at liberty to
talk to her sister. He found Miss
Neva a most charming traveling com
panion, and managed to spend most of
the day by her side. He found that
their plans for the week coincided
with his own-strango to say-and as
they drew near their destination he
boldly asked permission to accompany
them on their ezeursion to Minne
tonka, Mrs. Ward looked her sur
prise, but she could only murmur
something about "very kind," which
the Californian coolly took for con
sent and proceeded to arrange for
their meeting and to make suggestions
as to ways and means in the most mat
ter-of-fact way possible.
That night Mrs. Ward subjected her
younger sister to a cross-examination,
which she closed by declaring emphat
"Well, I should think you would
want to know something about that
young man before you gave him any
"I encourage him?" asked Miss
Neva, innocently; "wvhy, you told him
he might go."
It was a perfect summer day that
they spent upon tir beautiful sheet of
water with its musical Indian name.
Maxon had fully determined to put
his fate to the test, brief as had beauen
their acquaintance, but the day passed'
and no favorable opportunity came.
Mrs. Ward seemedl to have awakened
to her duties as chaperone, and-Miss
Hildreth's own frank, friendly manner
discouraged him even more.
They stopped at the same hotel, and
Maxon spent much of his time with
them for several days; still his courage
failed him, and he resolved more than
once to go away, for Miss Neva would
never look upon him as anything more.
than a friend, at best. His time was
limited and the last day of his stay
They spent the day in making a
longer excursion than usual, and
Maxon had decided that he must put
a question and receive an answer that
day, come what would. But Mrs.
Ward seemed to divine hi: attention.
There was no escaping her vigilance,
and it was not until they entered the
crowded car to return to the city that
he managed to place her in 4ce seas
while he found another for Nova and
himself. Even then he found is
hard to begin, and the precious mo
ments slipped by. At last he asked
"Do you remember our first meet
ing, Miss Hildreth?"
"Of course," she.answered, with a
"And did you think me rude to
stare at you so? To tell the truth, I
thought you were a 'winsome wee Ins*
"Ah, did you?" she murmured just
glancing up at him.
"My love is but a lassie
A winsome wee lassie, she,"
he repeated, softly; "and-" desper
ately, "you are the lassie, Neva."
"Baggage, sir? Checked to all parts
of the city." And a bunch of checks
were jingled in his face. Before he
could recover himself Mrs. Ward came
to asked a question-and then they
were rolling into the city depot.
"Miss Neva, he spoke hurriedly, "I
must leave for home in the morning,
-unless you say stay."
"Why," was the response, "must
you go? We shall miss you!"
"I must go," he answered; "I have
overstayed my time already."
They were in the aisle now, and as
they struggled along, pushed and
jostled by the impatient throng, he
spoke once more:
"Shall I go -or stay, Nova ?"
There was no reply, and his heart
"I'd no business to spring it on her
like this," he thought; "I've offended
her now, and no wonder-fool that I
He saw the ladies to a carriage, and
with his hand on the door said:
"I must thank you for your many
kindnesses; I have enjoyed to-day im
mensely-and all the week. To-mor
row I go-"
"To the falls, do you not?" inter
rupted Miss Hildretb. 'We do the
falls to-morrow, sister. And," lean'
ing forward she added mischievously,
"perhaps there are no baggagemen out
there."-The New Bohemian.
Collectively, Too Maclh for Him.
A doctor once refused to take a fee
for attending a friend during a
dangerous illness. Upon his recovery,
however, the patient presented the
agreeable amount in a purse, saying:
"Sir, in this purse I have put every
day's fee; and your goodness must not
get the better of my gratitude."
The doctor eyed the purse, counted
the number oa (lays, and, holding out
his hand, replied:
"Well, I can hold out no long
Singly, I could have refused them for
a year, hut collectively they are irre
sistible. "-INew York Ledger,
No sermon is dull that outs the cons
Heart work is something that can
not be paid for in money.
Every man muatpayiis own tuition
in the shool of experience.
Every man is a hypoorite who prays
one way and lives another.
Give your child to the street, and
you will give the world a thief.
The best soldier in any army is the
one who will obey orders the best.
There.are two sides to every ques
tion, but prejudice never sees but
No hired hand would be willing to
do a millionaire's work for the pay he
Finding fault with others is usnually
a round-about way of bragging on
None can know what it means to
suffer except those who also know what
it means to love.
The man who is expecting to get a
blessing in a month or a year from
this time will never get it.
The man who finds most fault with
the preaching, is often the one who
is doing least toward the preacher's
Growthl of Cities.
It will take Greater New York a
long time to become the largest city
of the world, even if we ignore Chi
cago's hopes of passing her in popula
tion. Within the area to be embraced
in Greater New York are now about
3,000,000 people, besides 500,000 more
just across the river. Greater London
has a population of more than 6,000,
000. By the census taken in a night,
as the slow English take a census, the
city in the '"administrative courty of
London" has 4,441,271 population, a
gain of 179,810 people in tive years.
Greater London, however, has a pop
ulation of 6,167,692, and has gained
531,360 in five years, a larger actual
gain, though a smaller percentage of
gain, than that of Greater New York.
Thus a city whoich five years ago was
as large as New York, Chioago, Phila
delphia, Brooklyn, St. Louis, Boston,
Baltimore and New Orleans combined,
iadded in half a decade a population
little less than San Francisco and Cin
cinnati combined in 1890.
Among the world's great cities Paris
will be third in 1900, but-will not long
hold her place. At the present rate
of growth she will be passed by Chi
cago and Berlin, Tokio and Vienna,
before the first decade of the next cen
Wonderful as has been the growth
of American cities, they have gener
ally not increased more rapidly than
the cities of Europe of equal size.
Amsterdam, Buda-Pesth, Warsaw,
Rome and Marseilles have kept pace
with cities of equal size in this conn
try, as St. Louis, Boston and Balti
more, and many cities in South Amer
ica and Australia that were smaller
than these cities in 1880, were larger
in 1890. Rio de Janeiro, Buenos
Ayres, Melbourne and Sydney have
grown much more rapidly than cities
of equal size in the United States in
1 _90, except New York, Chicago,
Philadelphia and Brooklyn, while in
1880 seven cities in this country were
larger than Rio de Jneiro and ten
larger than Buenos Ayrces.-Florida
One Man's Strange Diet.
John Lutton lives on the edge of
the marsh on the bay shore almost due
east from Redwood City. His home is
not a pleasant one to look at, nor even
to get near, for that matter. It is
only a small shanty, built of all sorts
of odds and ends of snoh stuff as he
has managed to pick up along the
shore. But it is picturesque in the
extreme, and old Joshua is one of the
queerest men in the State.
Joshua says he is eighty-five years
old, but he doesn't look it, for he is as
hale and hearty a man as can be seen
in a day's journey. He is as straight
as a ship's mast, and his complexion is
ruddy with the glow of health. He
wears very little clothe., but such as
they are not unusual in any way.
What is peculiarrabout Joshua, though,
is the food he eats, which consists en
tirely of frogs and a few oysters.
The place that Joshua calls his home
ia in about as unhealthy a spot as can
be found. The malarial exhalations
of the marsh fill the air for miles
around, and everything about his
home is soaked with the damp, clam
my vapor. And yet he is happy and
healthy, and says he would not live
anywhero else if he could. He says
anybody can live where he does if they
will live on the right kind of food.
"The reason people are sick in this
world," said Joshua, "is because they
don't eat the right kind of food. Some
eat meat and some try to live on vege
tables. But they ain't either one right.
It ain't right to eat meat, because you
hurt the animal when you kill it. If
you try to live on vegetables you will
mighty soon starve to death. Now I
have solved the problem by ealing
frogs and oysters. They ain't either
of them got any feeling, and they are
as nourishing as the fattest beef that
was ever killed. I catch all the frogs
I want right at my door, and by tak*
ing my boat I can get a load of oys
ters in an hour. So you see I have
all I want to eat and drink, and a com
fortable place."-San Francisco Call.
A Pitiful industry.
"For one's wits to go ivool gatlbE
ing" is an allusion to a pitiful industry
sometimes seen in older countries. uI
parts of France, Germany and Span
very old people are sometimes <m
ployed in gathering wool from bushes
in sheep pastures where it has I ees
plucked from the fleeces us the ani
mals pass too close to the branches. -
Spingfield Rcprn lican.
Blue sky, bend above her
Brightly day by day:
sillies, lean and love her
Violets, deck her way!
$or her smile is like the light that makes the
And her eyes are like the blue that makes
And her lips are like a crimson rose adorning
'2'ga rdens when the springtime passes
Earth, grow green beneath her,
Glad her grace to greet;
All your roses wreathe her
Thornless, fadeless, sweet!
for her smile is like the light that makes the
The light that lures the; angels from the
And her love-it is a deathless rose adorning
The gardens when the springtime passes
-F. L. Stanton, in Chicago Times-Herald,
PITHI ANID POINT.
As a rule it is the woman who can't
ride a wheel who says other women
shouldn't.-New York Sun.
Many a lie has been spoiled by not
knowing the difference between thrift
and stinginess. -Milwaukee Journal.
She-"What's your business?" He
-"Looking for a wife." "You've
got a steady job, haven't you?"
She--"Am I the first girl you ever
kissed?" He (surprised)-"Why, no!
i have three sisters."-Somervillo
She-"Lord De Liverus says that
my beauty intoxicates him." .ater
"And he wants to marry you so as to
try the gold cure, eh?"-Truth.
We'll have no comic valentines;
'Tis cheerling, you'll allow.
To seethe skill spent in those lines,
All turn to posters now.
Blinks-"Your nephew is quite a
promising young man, isn't he?"
Jinks-"Well, he has never done any
thing else as yet.'-Somerville Jour
Icemau-"Here is th' ice, mum."
She-"Where's the directions?" Ice
man-"What directions, mum?" She
-"Why, to find the ice, of course."-
Doctor-"Mrs. Hughes must have
nothing to worry her." Higbee
,'Then I'll have to find out all about
the people who just moved in next
Everybody Missing: Spanish Gen
eral (after the battle)-"How many
missing, Colonel?" Spanish Colonel
"Everybody'smissing-we haven't hit
a Cuban for some time."-Truth.
"Jack is so bashful that when he
proposed to me the other night I had
to assist him." "What did you say?"
"Whenever he hesitated I would call
out 'Play ball.' "--Chicago Record.
Mrs. Gray-"I hear that Miss
Brown is married. Her husband is a
foreigner, is hoe' not?" Mrs. Green
"He was not so considered at his
home in France. "-Boston Transcript.
.Hungry Higgine-"What do you
think of this eight-hour movement,
anyway9" Weary Watkins-"Ef it
means not moviu' mnbren once every
eight hours Iguescsa i' all right."
"Darling," said Mr. McBridc, solic
itously, "I am afraid you are not
dressed warmly enough." "Do I look
stylish, dear?" asked the wife. "Yes,
perfect." Then I am very comfort
able, thank you."-Standard.
Milson-"Haven't you gone to
housekeeping yet?" Newly-Married
Man-"No; we're waiting to save up
enough to live in keeping with the
style of the wedding presents."
Philadelphia North American.
Professor in English (to young man)
-"How would you punctuate the
following: 'The beautiful girl, for
snch she was, was passing down the
street."' Student--"I think, Pro
fessor, I would make a dash after the
beautiful: girl."-Woonsockct Re
Mica Fields in Nertii Carolina,
The wild and apparently worthless
mountain region around Bakersville,
N. C., is the main bolirce of mica for
the United States. Mica mining is one
of the greatest industries in North
Carolina, and has yielded fortunes to
those engaged in it. Mica is lound in
all sorts of blocks, of various thick
ness and shapes, and can ho split up
and resplit until it becomes the thin,
transparent, flexible wafer of com
merce. This material is by nature
embedded in or scattered through the
feldspar in masses large or smnll,.close
together or far apart, and is blasted
from the rocks by means of dynamite,
the purer veins being found between
walls of slate. The average size is
about four by sir inches, although
rare sheets of twenty-four by twenty
eight inches are sometimes found.
The electrical Industries are large
consumers of mice, it being invariably
used as an insulating material on all
high voltage armatures and for var
ious other purposes.-Mlining Gazetie.
Revolauion of the Earth.
"One of the bonders of the coming
Paris exposition," says a Paris paper,
"will be a 860-foot tower in which the
scientists will experiment with a pen
dulum to ascertain if it is possible to
detect or demonstrate the motion of
'the earth. A similar experiment was
once made by Foucault under the
Scupola of the pantheon, but the re
sults were far from satisfactory. In
the coming experiment the nendulum
will be 3r5O feet in length, with a steel
globe weighing 180 pounds at its end."
The experiment was succeisfully made
several years ago in the old Chicago
To sleep the corn is
For heavy hangs its
The timid flowers are
From darkness ine
The evenita breezes
Like gentle angels bl
Come softly, softly ro
The corn and flowera l
Just as the dlowers are
So timid, too, art thhcn e
And as the corn-heds,~
So nods thy dear het
And sounds of evening
Like gentle angels bi,
Come round thy cradle,
My darling one to rest.
"-. E. V. Cooke, in Youth'
To Love or To Ble
What is Love? Go ask the 1
Men and women every
Who, for love, will do an"
Who will die in Love's en
Bravely, for the one he
They will say that Love ise
What is Love? Go ask the l'
Men and women everywhe
In the shaildow of despair.
Llstless they in Love '
Hopeless and regretful 61er
They will say Love is reee
-LY. J. Lainpton, in the C
The Farmner's Wife Re
'Want to rest my head
just about half dead
Glad to get my things agt
And tumble into bed.
Sixteen hours a day's
Pretty hard, I vam!
Hope there ain't no iotsobs
In the world to comet
'Mercy! what was that:
Sounded like a shout;
Wtonder if the 'n
a'gone auo cc;t shut out?
No, its only.)ohn
ThrashiL' 'round like si5
Thinks he's breakin' steers
Mercy, what a din!al
"No use tryin' here,
Couldn't sleep a wink,
Attic's nice an' cool
Go up there, I think.
Baby's cryin' now;
John, of course, won't he
Does its toolles burt
Mdamma's little dearf" n
So she walks the floor,
Weary and forlorn,
With the wailing child
Till she sees the dawn;.
Duty loudly calls,
Though she would retire
Time to mhke a firel"
The Song of the W
Whizzing through the m
Dodging busy crossings,
Scooting under bridges,
Coasting down steep hillsd
Till the senses reel;
Bless mo! this is pleasant,
Riding on a wheel!
Rolling over road ways
Swift as bird on wing
Early in the morning; .
This is just the thing!
Hearing matin music
From each dewy spray,
Old Sol, in the meantimn,
Ushers in the dny.
Skimming o'er the paveme
Shooting through the par
Viewing pretty flowers
Isn't it a lark?
Haven't any lantern,
Light begins to fail;
Copper will arrest and
run us into jaill
*Speeding, swiftly speeding,
Go the racers gay,
Bending nearly double
AS they dash away.
All the people shouting,
Wonder on each face,
Try to pick the winner
in the groat road race.
Papa and his baby,
Danrling little boy,
Whistle tuneful ditties
Life is full of joy,
Papaworks the pedals,
Baby rides before,
Pupa soon Is tren,
Baby cries for more.
Gentleman just leareing
Seems a little rashb
Steers into a hydrant
With an ugly erash!i
Pulls himshlt together,
Not inclined to talk;
While the rest are looking
Thinks ho'd rather walL
Gentleman in trousers ,,:~
Seas a maid in bloomets
Just across the way. -
Thinks that he will aba o
By his ease and grasc
Finds she's fully itey
When he sees her fncee
: With immense excrllon
: Mr. Adipose.
Filling half the highway,
tiweatin;, puffing, goe.s
jIorning, noon, and eveDnlPia
Finds him on the spin.
Lappy in the thought that
He is getting thin.
Stream and vale and meut
Faseluate the sight;
Naturo's many beautis
Are the eyclist's right. :
Splendor of the sunset
In the evening sky,
Form and hue and f lS
Greet him passing by.
Whizzing through the
flouncing over ridges.
Dodging busy crosbiDtol
Scooting under brid
Coasting down deep
Till the senses reel;
Bless me! this is pleasuat
Riding on a wheoll
N1w Use for pneunltlaCe
Pneumatic tubes have
but one of the latest, sayst
Chronicle, is attracting a
attention from its novelty;
the tube for stacking str5¶ui
grain has been threshed. .
in sections and is controllOei~
straps, pivots and arms. T
drawn into the tube, ciel
it with great velocity, an
table and swinging erraa
a crane is otnly diattib