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VATKRBURT EVENING DEMOCRAT, FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 24, 1897.
TIMOROUS TOMMY. I Just list a moment and I will tell 1 , Of a strange adventure that befell A timid younsrstcr I knew nuito well jpfoung Timorous Tommy of GlenwoodDelL Just out of the dell, half up the hill, There stood a towering, tall wind mill; And still tnfrond stood a cottage smalt .Where lived' a lad named Timothy Hall, A playmfe of Timorous Tommy. lOne night young Tommy essayed to so fTto Timothy's house, for a call, you know fftie thin, new moon, with its faint, pale j Blow, sf?fcarce lighted the objects on earth below. As Timorous Tom stole up the road. - Toward the cottage small, where his friend abode. His heart grew sick with a nameless fear; He felt some danger was lurking near ,. Apprehensive Timorous Tommy. 'Thten, what do you think? Alack! alack! A' terrible thing stood in his track; -ffwas tall and shadowy and weird and black. CAnd its waving arms seemed warning him back. While there came a grinding, munching noise. J As though the creature were eating boys. , With a cry of terror he turned and fled, 5And down the road to his home he sped" Poor terrified Timorous Tommy. JHe trod that road the following day, iAnd then discovered, to his dismay. iSThat the creature, fierce, that blocked his 1 way, '. , !And led him such terror to display, k. .Was naught but the busy, long-armed v mill. That clanked and creaked, as with hearty will It labored all day and turned all nlgrt, . Innocent of all Intent to fright -s"- - .This trembling Timorous Tommy. ,-, Arthur J. Burdick. (CAUGHT IN A QUICKSAND The grip of famine was ever trie land' lA.ll through June, July and August, th ought-to-be wet months, no rain hac fallen In Upper India. The crops had not grown up ,and the people wen etarving. In India, when the rains fall much the same state of things occurs as that about which we read in the (book of Genesis of Jacob and his sons Buffering. There are such millions oi people, very, very poor, almost all liv ing on grain and grain food, with littl Or no meat. ! So it was a very sad oamp life thai JJobbie and his parents started on, tha1 ctober. His father -was a magistrate and all the cold weather he had t( imove about all over his district, and look after tho people generally. Thii camp life, this moving nearly everj day to a new green, shady grove, Bob by always looked forward to. But thii year was to be his last In tents. Bob (ble was growing too- old to be kepi with safety out in India any longer Next month he was to be sent horns across the seas to grandmamma. j ( So altogether it was rather a sat 'amplng out. The country looked si wretched, all bare and parched, and th, people in the villages too miserable fo; words. They were more like skeletoni i than human beings, and, as they won (hardly any clothes, you could almos Bee their -bones coming through thei: skin. It made Bobbie feel quite miser able to meet them. One day he sat eating his breakfas " "outside the tent, under the 6hadow o j big mango tree, when some litth . half -naked children came slowly wan Hdering across from the native villagi ;cf mud huts near by; such wretched looking little objects, their faces al lig black eyes, their legs and arms al " 'bones. There were three of thsm tw( tiny toddlers and an elder boy. Tbes stood at a little distance and watchei Bobby eat his nice breakfast, with i ravenous look like starviDg animals iYet they were patient and dumb; ttiej di-d not cry and beg. Bobbie could no etand their mute appeal. He juinpei . off his chair and ran towards then with all his food piled on the plate The little ones hardly realized what hi imeant; but the elder-boy snatched tbi plate eagerly. Bobbie thought he wai 'going to eat it all himself. But no .This good little elder brother turned ti the others with it. They grabbed i like hungry puppies, and not till the: iiad eaten it nearly all did he toucl morsel himself. i In the evening, at Bobbie's suppe itlme, the children, emboldened by thei) 1 success, drew near again, and the sam performance Tyas repeated. s "Oh, Bobbie!" said the mother, "it'i 11 very well, but remember we canno possibly feed all the children who ar starving round." "Just this one 16t, mother," pleadei BobbJfe. "We move away from here to mprrow.. .And he is such a kind littl' brother!" At breakfast time next aay tue, crept up again. But their brother wa tot with them. A man, evidently thei lather, brought them, and then stoo at a distance, and they toddled up b Bobbie alone, holding out their hand J)e6eechingiy. "Ask him where the big boy is,' feaid Bobbie to 'his mother, standiru ! near, ) The father ehook his head and begai : to weep. V "The boy died in the night. He wa too weak for want of food to live. Hal 4he village has died these last fei weeks. But his highness the little sa sib" (meaning Bobbie) "Has spared m these only two of my children who ar left me by feeding them. For to-moi row the government opens the relie work near the great city, and I goti mrork and get money to buy food." .Vnthflr this time made no demui .With her own hands she fed the 6tarJ .lng mites and the father himself wsfl not forgotten. Mouths passed by. Bobble was faW away In England with gradmammi Twben his parents once more came an camoed by the mangro grove. Ther rwas once again comparative plent among such inhabitants oi toe vinag as were left. The government ha been building a bridge over the grea river and making a road, and there ha been money earned and money meai food. There was more money to be earne. that day by the villagers, too. Fo the magistrate had news of a tigj afoot in the great thick jungle acrosj the stream. So he got up a shootin party. He sent for his friends, th other European officials of the districj to. come with their elephants, and o. flered out all the villagers to come an; teat the iunjila, r j At early dawn next day C&f&ii' "TU a party set out. On each elephant rod a sportsman, but on the last, along with her husband, rode Bobbie's moth er, eager to see a tiger slain. It was too dull, now her boy was gone, to be left behind in the camp all alone. Such a Jiggle Joggle! Nashiban, th magistrate's elephant, a well-bred and wise old beast, rocked to and fro from her lumbering walk like a ship at sea Mother had hard work to keep hei. white umbrella fz-om thrusting oft fath er's big white sun hat. It was very bot, as they proceeded slowly across the plain, and mother longed to read the shade of the thick jungle; but ther was the river to be crossed first, a deei sluggish stream, flowing stealthily along over its sandy bed. Three of the- elephants had waded safely across, and Nashiban had nearly reached the further bank when for some reason or another she got out oj the straight line and walked into a dangerous Quicksand. First one foot then the other, sank down as fast as she tried to find a firm looting. She staggered and stumbled, and father and mother were In terror of being pitched off. The cowardly mahout, ot driver, had slipped off the elephant's neck at e first sign of danger, and half swarsj vivA half walked ashore. But to get iHit the howdah was no easy matter, especially as the animal's hind1 legs Ttwre sinking up to her hocks, anc her back was an incKaed plane. From the safe shore -the native? shouted, encouraged, implored. Bu1 the elephant ie- the wisest of beasts, and she hit upon a device to save her self from, being sucked in butahorrible one ! Her curling trunk came whirling over her back. It snatched off father's sun hat, mother's white umbrella, and flung them down at her feet, where she tramp'.ed on them to gain a firm foot-' hold, Hound came the cruel trunk' agair? in search of fresh material. In anotl.er moment It would have snatch ed of! helpless father and mother and madr use of them, when a warnings cry camo from the bank. Ere Bobbie's parents quite realized their Imminent danger or had time to slip out of the howdah beyond reach of the trunk, a native bearing a big bundle of hastily cut grass and branches plunged into the water, and brought it to tha elephant, who, seizing it in her trun. laid it at her feet, and with its hell struggled safely on. tc dry land. The native Uras the father of the lit tle children Jtobbie (had fed. Litth Folks. - . MPT1 I till i I If you would be suc- ccssful I Jn whatover you may do, r Rememier dismal, dreary looks Will never help you through; Bat a cheerful, kindly temper Will bo of much avail. For a smilinfc face will oft succeed Where a frowning one wiH fail, Mind you that! A smiling face will oft succeed -. Whore a frowning one will fail. HemnBn' Great Trick. The New York Herald has published an account of &he way Herrmann, the great magician, did his marvelous trick of catching bullets fired at him from the guns of six National Guardsmen. Mr. Herrmann stood on the stage, holding a silver plate in his hand, ten soldiers shot straight at him, and he caught the bullets, on the plate. The bullets were marked before they were shot and examined afterwards, to make sure they were the same, and that Herrmanxi had not substituted others. ' The way the trick was done was this: The sergeant of the firing party was given the silver plate, and told to put the bullets that were to be used on it. These he took to his captain and offi cers, who were in the audience, to see that the trick was fairly performed. The officers marked the bullets, return ed them to the sergeant, who handed them to the men. When the sergeant got back to the stage he had to hpld the plate up in the air, that every v.ne might see the bul lets were upon it. Now this plate had a false bottom, ftnd as he held it up a spring let the s!'M real bullets fall intc a little place made for them, anc brought up six ether bullets that look ed like the reaJt ones, but which were made of plumbago and mercury. These bullets were so constructed that the firing caused them to melt and'disap pear. So the soldiers never really shol bullets at Herrmann at all. While the soldiers wore loading thei' guns the silver plata was taken off the stage for a moment, the real bulleti heated, and the spring arranged so thai Herrmann oould produce the six rea' bullets hot from the guns the momenl the shots had been fired. A Practice to Avoid. The practice of wetting a lead penci' em the toffgue before using it is an un clean habit, to say the least, and per haps also a dangerous one, says the Medical Rcvievr. Recently a woman of fine bearing end elegantly dressed stepped into thf counting room of one of the papers of i large city to insert an advertisement Having no pencil of her own, she pick ed up one that was tied with a string to a pad used for writing. At once she moistened the lead with her tonguf and began to write. An elderly woman who was stand ing by reminded her that the penci had just been used by an old man, rag ged and dirty, greasy and filthy, who also had contracted the same habit o: wetting the pencil on his tongue everj time he wrote a word. The disgusted woman Hung the pencil away, but n wa? after she had already used it. The habit is a foolish one. Instead of making the pencil write more freelj aud easily, it hardens it and makes it write irregularly. It is a bad habit inasmuch as dangerous disease has been known to be conveyed in that way into the system. The Bravest Deed. A group of old soldiers, both Confed erate and Federal, were recently swap ping stories of the Civil War. At last they fell to comparing the greatest acta of bravery that each had known, and a Southerner told the following story: "It was a hot July day In 1864, and General Grant was after us. Our men had hurriedly dug out rifle pits to protect themselves from the Federal sharpshooters, and dead and dying Feds were lying up to the very edge of those pits. "In one of those pits Was an un gainly, raw, redheaded boy. -He was a retiring lad, green as grass, but a re liable fighter. We never paid much at tention to him, one way or the oth er. "The wounded had been lying for hours unattended before the pits, and the sun was getting hotter. Tijey were suffering horribly from pain and thirst. Not fifteen feet away, outside the rifle-pit, lay a mortally wounded officer who was our enemy. "As the heat grew more Intolerable, this ofiicer's crie3 for water increased. He was evidently dying hard, and his appeals were of the most piteous na ture. The red-headed boy found it hard to hear them. He had just joined the regiment and was not yet callous to suffering. At last, with tears flood ing his grimy face, he called out: " 'I can't stand it no longer, boys! I'm goin' to take that poor feller my canteen.' "For answer to this foolhardy speech Dne of us stuck a cap on a ramrod and hoisted it above the pit. Instantly it was pierced by a dozen bullets. To venture outside a step was the mad dest suicide. And all the while we could hear the officer's moans: " 'Water! wat.er! Just one drop for God's sake, somebody! Only one drop.' "The tender-hearted boy could stand the appeal no longer. Once, twice, three times, in spite of our utmost re monstrance, he tried unsuccessfully to clear the pit. At last he gave a des perate leap over the embankment, and once on the other side, threw himself; flat upon the ground and crawled to ward his dying foe. He could not get close to him because of the terrible fire, but broke a sumac bush, tied to the stick his precious canteen, and landed it in the sufferer's trembling hands. "You never heard such gratitude in your life. Perhaps there was never anything like it before. The officer was for tying his gold watch on the stick and sending it back as a slight return for the disinterested act. But this the boy would not allow. He on ly smiled happily and returned as he had gone, crawling amid a hailstorm of bullets. When he reached the edge of the pit he called out to hia comrades to clear the way for him, and with a might? leap he was among us once more. He was not even scratched. " 'How could you do it?' I asked in a whisper later, when the crack of the rifles ceased for a moment. " 'It was something I thought of,' he said, simply. 'Something my mother used to say to me. "I was thirs ty, and ye gave me drink," she said. She read it to me out of tho Bible, and she taught it to me until I never could forget it. When I heard that man crying for water I remembered it. The words stood still in my head. I couldn't get rid of 'em. So I thought they meant me and I went. That's all. "This was the reason why the boy as ready." Youth's Companion. AVhen the Blind See. ' Supposing you had been born blind and after living many years shut ou' from the beautiful things of the world some skilled surgeon should give bad to you your sight, wouldn't you hav Bome marvelous experiences? An ole man who had been born blind had his j eigne thus restored to him. At first hi Btarted violently and was afraid of the strange things around him, the huge ness of his room and its contents. On of the first things he saw at the win- j dow was a flock of sparrows. "Whai are they?" asked the physicians. j "I think they are teacups," was the reply. j A watch was then shown to him, ani he knew what it was, probably because he heard it tick. Later, on seeing the flame of a lamp, he tried to pick it up ! not having the slightest Idea of Its I Women as Piano Tuners. With children, as with adults, what they possess ought to be recognized as being absolutely their own. But this is very far from being the case. Some times a grown-up person has need of some article belonging to a child or wishes it to be given to some other child, and the rightful owner is so coaxed and blamed and shamed as to be actually compelled to give up the ar ticle. In some cases it is taken with out asking. No grown person would be treated thus, and no child ought to be, nor would be, by any caretaker who could enter sympathetically into the feeling? of the child. One ought to respect the rights of property where children are concerned as scrupulously as with grown people; and when this is intelligently done, the children themselves soon learn to rec ognize these rights with one another, and quarrels between them are reduced to a minimum. But if, on the other hand, the child's own rights are ruth lessly trampeled upon by those wjom he is taught to consider his infallible teachers, it is only natural that he, in his turn, should learn to trample as ruthlessly on the rights of others. Philadelphia Ledger, Electric DJucharg-e Fhotoicraplicd, The Windsor Magazine, of London, publishes the pictures herewith repro duced from plates in a sumptuous work on "electric movement in air and water," wirtten by Lord Armstrong. They are considered the most striking photographs of electric phenomena ever contributed to science. He uses the unimpeachable evidence of photo graphy to furnish an answer to the question, "What is Electricity?" Suf fice it to state that though an Immense amount of knowledge of the laws which govern electrical phenomena has been accumulated, no existing theory of the nature of electricity is completely satisfactory there is no settled opinion as to what electricity actually is. From Lord Armstrong's photographs, however, a theory may be deduced which altogether does away with the old idea that electricity is .'tL CO ftiCAbblSC jf ARC E VPfl OJOQ R APfiEO a fluid. The pictures show the electric streams when the -two opposite dis charging discs were brought near to one another. The radiation from the positive disc is seen to be much the same on the outer side, but on the inner side the rays are drawn towards the negative disc and consolidate into thicker lines. The illustration also shows clearly that the discharge has different characteristics at the two poles. It will readily be understood that the significance of the differences in the character of the electric streams under different conditions can only be fully known to scientific specialists. No technical training is necessary, however, in order to be able to ap preciate the beauty of Lord Arm strong's pictures, or to realise that they will be of immense service to other investigators who are endeavor ing to unravel the mysteries of elect rical action. v . .. "llllnd Tom's" Cabin. "Blind Tom" is but a memory to day in the great Klondike region, but bis claim, known to-day throughout the world by his name, is among the richest in the new gold region. Ha was among those daring men who first struck into unknown mountains, each carrying his provisions, his blanket, axe and rifle to force a way through well-nigh impenetrable forest, to scale precipitous heights, to cross ' snow fields and torrents, and to be rewarded at last with marvellous discoveries of gold and silver. Tom was drowned in the lake a few weeks after he was pho tographed; that is a part of the game wherewith every prospector is famil- -St ' t,' f'fea.Ka.'f'"' H1 BunD-brt'5"(wiri? far. The -man who fcar3 death should avoid prospecting. Behind him is his cabin, such a one as every miner builds when lie settles to the development of b. claim. The grey logs are chinked with moss and mud, and the shingle roof shines like silver in the sun. There is a pool of cool blue shadow under the stoop, and at the back there Is a chimney'of wattle and clay. The pines are swaying in the wind over head against the cloudless sky; the ground is covered with tangles of wild fruit all in blossom, squirrels dart here and there; beyond you hear the linkle of running water, while the scent of the woods is an overpowering Incense almost compelling sleep. "Then, proud beauty, you refuse my love?" said he. "Well," said the summer girl, thoughtfully, "I don't know but that might be willing to take an option. o it." IndianapoHc Journal. P' N h OUR BOYS. Slalca Thsm Comfortable at Some bj Rooms of Their Own. ' 'A room of her own is a customarj Srivilege with girls at home, while th oy of the house, even under the same roof, has what might be termed only "bed and board." He ought to have 3 place he can. call his own, furnished after his own tastes or at least aftei good taste, suitable for growing, jolly, fun-loving boyhood. In it should be places for all his loved possessions, his bats and balls, marbles and games, shelves for books and a neat writing outfit with plentj of white paper, it's cheap enough In these days, and his inclinations should be regarded, and any inherent tenden cies for special work enoouarged to the utmost. Does he like to handle tools? Se that he has them. Encourage him to gather them, paying him for certain labor about the farm to enable him ta do this with his own money, if neces sary. He will enjoy their possession the more. Does he love music? Strive to secure an Instrument he likes and L let him master his own voice and sing with the family or the girls. Music hath power, not only to soothe the sav age breast, but to -refine and soften th rougher elements and boisterous na ture of the average boy, to his lasting benefit. Does he like natural history 1 The study of birds and flowers? Th grass of the fields, the Insects of the air, the leaves of the trees, the life o) the woods and meadows? Then thanh God for It and aid the efforts he may make to the end of better facilities foi knowing the wonders of Nature which lie so near to his hand In his everydaf life and occupations. See that he gets a microscope a good power of enlarge ment. ;Nothing dn all the world ol wonders but may become more won derful by the added knowledge possi ble in its use. The drop of water un der a magnifying glass Instantly as sumes a fascinating field of srtudy and interest, an ocean teeming with myriad life and vegetation. The commonest flower beneath the magic of this largei vision offers hours of pleasant investi gation and study. Stretched at length on the summer ground by-and-by h may, with this marvel- of human inge nuity, observe the more than human ingenuity of the tiny ants, end discov er strange -things, especially if a good natural history 1b at Jjand, as it should be by all means. - ' . Does your boy complain that coun try life is dull for him? If so, do you ever ask yourself the question, "Is it my fault?" . - . When I suggest that a room be fitted up especially for the boy or boys 1 hope Ihere is more than one by the way do not conjure an expensive out fit and furnishings. Not at all. I will venture the statement that home-mad6 things will be more truly appreciated, for in providing them you show a per sonal interest in the welfare of yout boy, which is more to him, even though he hardly realizes the fact, than gilded polish and silken covers. The more the boy himself is permit ted to contribute toward the complete ness of his "den," the better. If a two foot border can be painted all around the sides of the room, put a rug, even a simple square of carpet on the floor, If tacked down, see that a heavy layei of newspaper is beneath to make it warm and noiseless to the feet. From a clean packing case a boob case of shelves may be easily construct ed. Brightly-colored print cloth maj be used to drape or tack over all, wiin brass-headed nails. Heavy picture core will answer to hang it up by; or, bet ter, it may be set on another similai case fitted with shelves and pigeon holes, for the numerous outfits deal to a boy's heart. Ample room foi books should be provided, and filled Books of the best class are compara tively cheap now, and to the boy wh( will learn to love good reading, ali things are possible. Let him throw back his bedclothes in the morning, and open the window and close his door in leaving the room Don't think such a daily care belongs exclusively to the mother or sister The more of the little homely duties the boy does, the better. I have ne fears for his manhood, because, for sooth, he may put on his sister's aproc and help his tired mother wash dishes! Not a bit of it. When he has done it and his mother smiles gratefully in ap preciation, there's a stone laid in the building of a generous, broad-minded character. There are seasons with all of us when we want to be alone. And we ali i ought to have a place sacred to indi- j vidualism. What Tom keeps in his room should be beyond interference bj . others. In too many homes the "wo- j man's rights" are better protected than I the boy's rights! Let's give hyn a chance to become Independent. Giv him a "place for everything,'' and 1 then in all justice may you require ' that he keeps everything in its place j Throwing things 'round is more than natural to him, if he sees that no one ; respects his belongings, and moves j them from one place to another, (some-1 times with a sharp word,) as the day'a duties proceed. j Do something in this matter if you have a boy, who, through thoughtless ness on the part of others, has no room of his very own and hence no room to grow. Boys need more sym- j pathy and attention than most ol 1 them get. I've been a boy myself, and speak from experience. Give your boy a room of his own and note the improvement. Joys of 8 Maternity c Ft a a WHY SO MANY WOMEN ARB CHILDLESS A Problem That Has Puzzled Physicians for Centuries EPRODUCTION is a law of nature, and no Tietnr w a happiness can equal that of the vigorous mother and her sturdy child. Nature makes but few mistakes, and ever tvn..! r - s v Q t a. person must admit that a cause exists why so many women are cniiaiess. ane 4. -i M ii Av rl BUUJCtt UdUlCS UlOl' theories of physi cians. Such cases 0 tJ 8 8 s 0 0 o 0 0 0 0 0: 01 0 & 0! 0 0 0 0 I 0 0 0 0 I 0 0 0 il .. iter ,-.V lftllT' JW v"- .' Ik 'ffl are curable nine times out of ten, as evidenced by thousands of let ters on file at Mrs, Pinkham's office. Many a darling; baby owes its ex istence to Mrs. Pinkham's advioe and the Vegetable Compound. This is not to be wond- . ered at when such ' ' testimony as the " Sll rtmr? ti a n a V ' " I ham tftli-p-n iinvs bottles of your Vege- table Compound, one package of Sanative ' Wash, one box of Liver Pills; and now I have a dear little babe four weeks old, and I am well. I have to thank you for this. "I have spent 3200 for doctors' bills with out obtaining any relief. For my cure I only spent $5. I had been a victim oi female troubles in their worst form; suffered untold agonies every month; had to Btay in bgd, and had poultices applied and then could not stand the pain, " My physician told me I would never be a mother. I had bladder trouble, backache, catarrh of the stomach, hysteria, heart trouble, fainting- spells. Can you wonder that I sing the praises of a medicine that has cured me of all these ills?" Mrs. Geo, C. Kirohner, 572 Belmont Ave., Brooklyn, N. Y. ' , Such frank, straightforward testimony as this should dispel all doubt, if you are ill, you owe yourself the chance that the com pound will cure you. - ' ' , LYDIA E. PINKHAM MEDICINE CO. g LYNN, MASS. ' A Modest Petition. Mr. Meekton's wife had been unusu ally emphatic in asserting herself a3 the dominant influence in the house hold. When she came to a pause her tiusband inquired timidly: "Henrietta, would you like to have i nice new bonnet, or something of that kind?" "I suppose," she replied indignantlyi "that you mean to insinuate that I ani one of those women who are won to amiability by gifts of wearing appar el?" "No, Indeed! It was entirely a sel 5sh suggestion, I assure you." "I am to infer, then, that my appear ance does not please you?" "Not at all. Every man has his Ut ile vanities, and I do not hesitate to confess my own, I did not intend any reflection of any kind. I simply thought I'd like to have you go and or der a bonnet or a dress or something because it would make me feel so kind of important to pay the bill." Wash ington Star. . . , Wanted, Fifty Rats. One day not long ago a San Francis co hardware company received an or der from a great mine-owning company like this: "Send, without delay, 50 rats to the Utica mine." There was consternation at once. What could it mSan? Was it a joke? If it wasn't, how was a hardware com pany to get 50 rats? But it was a serious order, and that night a dozen or more men went into the basement of the store and prepared a rat banquet of cheese and bacon in one of the rooms. When the rats, big and little, came inside the door waa quietly closed aud the rats were trap ped. Then they were boxed up and sent away. Rats are needed in the mines to eat up refuse food or other matter that would decompose, and the great Utica mine's previous colony was suffocated at the recent fire. That is why the SaD Fanclsco firm received its queer ordei and promptly filled it. Lady Butler. ... Lady Butler, who is now. the fore most among women artists in Eng land, made her first great success as Miss Elizabeth Thompson when, in 1874, her picture, the "Roll Call," cre-! ated a sensation in the Academy, and was ultimately purchased by the Queen. Aiss Thompson had, the year before, exhibited "Missing" in the Academy, but it waa . the "Boll Call'.. .Lady-&utib that placed her at a bound in the front rank of artists, where she . has ever since remained. Among her other celebrated pictures may be mentioned "Balaclava," "Inkerman," "The De fence of Rorke's Drift," "Floreat Etona," "The Charge of the Scots Greys at Waterloo," "Evicted," , and several other battle-pieces, all of which are handled with wonderful strength and vividness of detail.' - In 1877 Miss Thompson was married ta Major-General Sir William FrancU Butler. As a girl, Lady Butler spent some years in Italy and studied art In Florence. She also atended the Ken sington School of Art. Her sister, Mrs. Meynell, is the well-known, poet.janfl essayist. . ,.-! .-. -- . His Own Sled. Would you believe it, a dog coasting down hill all alone? The story is that the wonderful person who lives in Bos ton, and calls himself the Listener, -was driving in the country. He came to a ' hill, and there he saw a dog, whose i name Tvas Nep, turn over oi his back j and coast down the hllL When he reached the bottom, he would turn over, get on his feet, trot to the toj of the hill, turn over on his back, and coast down again. The Listener sa-a the dog do this severeal times, evi dently having a moat delightful time. The first American exprass was be tween New York and Boston, 18gl Dangerous Lard Lard at it's bfest is unwholesome, indigestible. It makes food shortened with it soft and greasy. , At its worst, it is nnhealthful and filled with" dangerous bacteria. V It is condemned by every medical and cull nary authority. - - " ' - Every food scientist agrees that vegetable oil is nutritive, digest-, ible, and free from disease germs. Healthful GOTTOLENE is composed mainly of refined vegetable oil. It is nu tritious and palatable. Food shortened with or fried in it cr.n be eaten by anyone without harmful results. The Reuuinp if, Enid eTpryvher in ocoto t en pound yellow tins.with OW trade marks " Collolrne" and stetr'fi head in cotton-plant -r,afA. on every Un. Not euuantcetl il Bold many other Made only by THE N. K. FAIRBANK COMPANY, Chicago. St. Ixmis. New Yort. ' ' Montreal.