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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
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
CAnd its waving arms seemed warning him
While there came a grinding, munching
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.
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'
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
"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
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. - .
I till i
I If you would be suc-
I Jn whatover you
may do,
r Rememier dismal,
dreary looks
Will never help you
Bat a cheerful, kindly
Will bo of much
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
"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
"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
"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
"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
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,'
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
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
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
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
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
theories of physi
cians. Such cases
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. - ' ' ,
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
"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'..
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.
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
Chicago. St. Ixmis. New Yort. ' ' Montreal.

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