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DUANE H.~RIOE, Prop’r, TOWSON, Md. Oct.l9—ly GROVE FARM PALLS ROAD, North of Brooklandville, Md PBIZE WINNING— Guernsey Cattle, Berkshire Hogs, Shropshire Sheep, Colored Muscovy Ducks, FOB SALE BULL CALF, out of Imp. Lady Simon by Milford Lassie 2d Anchor, Dropped April 20th, 1907. Also, 3 GRADE GUERNSEY SPRINGERS, In calf to Milford Lassie 2d Anchor, THE BULL THAT WINS. Apply to JAB. McK. MERRYMAN, R. F. D. Lutherville, Md. C. * P. Telephone—Towson 42. Oct. 19—y A TALE OF A MOTORIST. ' There was a man of modest means. But inclinations gay. Who sold a corner lot and bought A motor car one day. He closed his business up to ride Within the big machine. And parted with his diamond ring To buy the gasoline. Before, along the country roads. The sumac lit its fires. He put a mortgage on his house To purchase rubber tires; And next he auctioned off his beds, His tables and his chairs. To give the car a coat of paint And make some light repairs. But speeding in the early dusk. Without bis lamps alight, A man in blue and brass appeared And stopped bis dizzy flight. He didn’t have a single cent To pay the fine imposed ; They took the auto ror the debt. And so the tale was closed. —New York Herald. “BAITS” BLACK MORGAN. A number of years ago when there were stretches of wild prairie in North lowa, when log cabins of the back- WOOdSman all!! ucstlcU licicai^ltbeic in the shelter of some thickly wooded hillside, Bert Daniels used to take his four-horse team, big covered wagon and breaking-plow, and each summer start on a trip to the Dakotas. All summer he would follow the break ing-plow, moving on to the next job as soon as one was finished. Some- Times he would barely reach Dakota before the season would end; other times he would travel across lowa without more than half a dozen stops. While working in the western part of the State one summer, “Dan”—as he was familiarly known, came across a Morgan colt that just struck his fancy. She was less than a year old at that time yet she showed an un usual aptitude for learning. As Dan’s work kept him at that place for near ly four weeks, he and the Morgan colt became quite good friends. Her gentle, playful disposition, together with her extreme beauty, suited Dan especially well, so he made up his mind to buy her and take her with him. Wheu Dan was at work “Trilby” —for that was the name he gave her —would roam about the field, grazing when and where she pleased. Dan soon taught her to come at his call, and it was not long before she would place her hoof in bis hand in response to his command, “Shake.” She also learned to trot in a circle around him, to lie down and to rear her hind legs at his command. Another little trick which she had developed herself and one which pleased Dan very much was that of whinnying when anyone approached her. By the time they were ready to return in the fall Tril by had also learned to travel along beside the team without being tied. Each spring she went off with Dan’s outfit, followed it all summer, and came back with it in the fall. At three years of age she was a neat, well-proportioned animal, weigh ing perhaps thirteen hundred pounds and fleet as a deer. Her black coat always glistened, her fine mane hung nearly half way to the ground, her nicely arched neck, her clean-cut head and quivering pink nostrils spoke of refinement, while out of her bright eyes flashed spirit and vigor. Late one afternoon, as Dan was making his homeward trip after a successful summer’s work, he stop ped in a fair-sized town to lay in sup plies for the rest of the journey. As is usually the case, there were a num ber of persons standing in front of the store at which Dan had stopped. Just for amusement, Dan ran his hand along Trilby’s neck and whispered a word or two as he passed into the store. Immediately she laid down. There was considerable talk among the bystanders about a wornout and sick horse. Finally one man even ventured so far as to step out to ex amine her. As he touched her head, Trilby gave a low whinny. A sharp, short whistle answered from the store and Trilby was upon her feet so quick that the man who had been bending over her went sprawliug in the dust. A general laugh from the crowd greet ed him as he got up and watched her trot over to playfully tease the other horses. As Dan was preparing to drive away a tall, dark stranger with small twitching eyes, and thin blue lips ac costed him with “What’ll you take fer thet colt, pard?” “Oh, guess I won’t sell her, can’t spare her, you see,” was Dan’s eva sive reply. “Well, I’ve got a fine one down at the barn I’ll trade for her,” persisted the stranger. Dan assured him that he was not a trader, and after a few moments drove off leaving the stranger with an in creasing desire to obtain that colt. About a mile or so from town Dan pulled up for the night at a sheltered place where there was plenty of grass. After he had had his supper and the horses bad finished grazing he fasten ed the four, two at each end of the wagon, then crawled in and rolled up in his blankets. The weather was just cool enough to discourage the at tacks of the mosquitoes and other in sects, so the horses were quiet and Dan soon fell asleep. In the middle of the night he found himself propped up on one elbow, half awake listening for something, he knew not what. At length he was fully awakened by a low whinny from up the road. Half suspiciously he crawled to the back end of the wagon and pushed aside the flap of the cover. There, some thirty or forty rods up the road silhoutted against.the sky, Dan saw the forms of the tall, lank stranger and—Tril by. He sprang from the wagon, ut tering a shrill whistle. Hardly had the notes reached Trilby’s ears till she reared up in the air and gave a tremendous lounge forward. Whether from fright or surprise, the stranger dropped the rope and ran. Dan’s only weapon was the neckyoke which he had unconsciously picked up, so 1 he contented himself with conjectur ing as to what would have happened j had he been better armed. Trilby came tearing down the road, frightened at the curious proceedings and urged on by the dangling rope, which kept flicking her breast and chin. As she reached Dan she paus- ed, blowing loudly, every muscle quivering with excitement. He re moved the baiter, and as he stood stroking her silky mane concluded that she had paid him well for the time he had spent in training her. From that time on Trilby had even more care than before and became even a greater pet. This was inter rupted, however, when the fall after she was five years old, Dan bought an interest in a threshing outfit. Horses were scarce and Dan was forc ed to break Trilby in on the power. He was a careful driver, however, and by frequent changes soon had her doing her share of the work. During the next ten years Trilby was on the power a good share of the ; time, for Dan bought a well-drilling i outfit which he ran with it when he * was not threshing. Dan used to say tba* .he accmcd to cojoy that work. , Anyhow it did not worry her, for she was always sleek and fat. One fall Dan and his partner bought a steam engine—the first in that sec tion —to replace the old, wornout power. With the advent of the engine i Trilby was given an honorable dis charge and turned into the large pasture. It was a sweltering hot day, the first of September, when the outfit was started up for the trial run. The engine ran fine and the separator i hummed steadily until noon. After dinner, Dan speeded up the engine, i “just to see what she’d do,” he said. It was still and the dust hung over the separator like a dense fog. One , after another, the men sought the shade, panting for breath, and mop ping the perspiration and dirt from their faces. Finally Dan slowed down to the regular motion and thus they ran until quitting time. After the chores were finished, Dan could not resist the temptation to take an ear of corn down to Trilby. He went down to the gate and sound ed her usual call. He repeated it several times but received no answer. He thought that some accident had befallen her, for he could not remem ber a time when she had not answered his call, even though she were on the opposite side of the pasture. He con cluded that he would go down below the groves, anyway, where he could get a view of the large part of the pasture. There at the south edge he saw Trilby lying stretched out. At first he thought she must be sick, and not until he was within a few feet of her did the truth dawn upon him. She had heard the hum of the old separator and its familiar call had seemed imperious to her. There, in the grass, was a circle the exact size of the one she used to travel in when on the power. But the steady steam engine, which needed no relay, had more than a match for her. She was dead ! — Kansas Farmer. BOMB SHARP RETORTS. In a London auction room two men were disputing the possession of a picture by a celebrated English pain ter, which faithfully represented an ass. Each seemed determined to out bid the other. Finally, one of them said : ‘ ‘My dear sir, it is of no use; I shall not give in. This painting once belong ed to my grandfather, and I intend to have it.” “Oh, in that case,” replied his rival, suavely, “I will give it up. I think you are fully entitled to it if it , is one of your family portraits,” at which there was great laughter throughout the room. With this sharp retort we are in clined to rank the reply of the Irish girl, who, caught in the act of play ing on Sunday morning, and being accosted by the parish priest with the , greeting, “Good morning, daughter of the evil one.” replied promptly, “Good morning, father.” Lord Cockburn, after a long stroll, sat down on a hillside beside a shep herd, and observed that the sheep se lected the coldest situation for lying down. “Mac,” he said, “I think if I were a sheep I should certainly have pre ferred the other side of that hill.” The shepherd answered: “Aye, my lord; but if ye had been a sheep ye would have bad mair sense,” and Lord Cockburn was never tired of re lating the story, and turning the laugh on himself. The man who was offering gratui tous information at a country fair was disparaging the show of cattle. ‘‘Call these here prize cattle?” he scornfully said. “Why, they ain’t nothin’ to what our folks raised. You may not think it, but my father rais ed the biggest calf of any man round our parts.” “lean very well believe it,” ob served a bystander, surveying him . from head to foot. , It is not every one who enjoys a i joke at his own expense. The judge, who pointed with his cane and exclaimed, “There is a great rogue at. the end of my cane,” was intensely enraged when the man look ed hard at him, and asked, coolly: “At which eDd, your honor?” A friend of Curran’s was bragging of his attachment to the jury system, and said: “With trial by jury I have lived, , and, by the blessing of God, with trial by jury I will die.” “Oh !” said Curran,in much amaze ment, “then you’ve made up your ; mind to be hanged, Dick?” George, who is fond of music, ' persuaded his uncle Joseph to go with ■ him to a classical concert. A lady ‘ played a magnificent violin solo, but poor uncle Joseph displayed no en thusiasm. ‘ ‘That violin solo was magnificent, ’ ’ * explained George. “You’ve no idea 1 how difficult it was. ’ ’ * “Difficult,” exclaimed uncle Joe. | “I wish it was impossible.”— Taller. Clerk —I’d like to sell you a baby grand. 5 Smart Customer —T hank you ! We have a grand baby at our house 1 which makes all the music that we . need at present. TOWSON, MD., SATURDAY, JANUARY 4, 1908. IS IT GOOD TO BE AFFLICTED. Oliver Wendell Holmes once said, “One of the necessary requisites for attaining to a good old age is to be rejected for life insurance by a first class company.” In studying the life history of men who have been blessed with long life, we are led to believe that Dr. Holmes was not far astray. In many instances long life may beattributed to physical illness in early manhood. For in stance, Louis Carnado, the famous centenarian, was given up by his doc tors at the age of forty. This, it is said, sobered him, and led him to adopt temperate habits. He became so abstemious in his diet that bis friends feared and predicted he would die of starvation, but instead of this he managed to get rid of all his ills and live to the advanced age of about one hundred years, and retained the full possession of all his mental facul ties. His power of enjoying life in creased with age. John Wesley, who at eighty-three wrote “For twelve years I have not known what it is to be weary,” at the age of forty was given up as a hopeless invalid. Wesley lived a a most temperate life. In 1747, in a letter to a bishop, he said, “Thanks be to God, since I gave up the use of wine and meat I have been delivered from all physical ills.” He wrote a treatise against the use of tea, and ad vised, and, in fact, demanded all his ministers to live in a simple manner. Horace Fletcher, who has called the attention of the world to the need of thorough mastication of food, owes his present good health to the fact that ten years ago he was rejected by a first class life insurance company. This led him to study the requirements of the human body and the laws upon which its existence and health de pend, and induced him to change his manner of living. Delicate health in middle life does not preclude the possibility of a long and useful life; on the contrary, it seems to have just the opposite effect, and offers hope for the invalid who is determined to search out and remove the causes of invalidism. David the psalmist, after his afflic tion, could say, “It is good for me that I have been afflicted; that I might learn Thy statutes.” It is the strong and robust, those who imagine they can endure anything and eat any thing, and who affirm, “Nothing hurts me,” that do not live out half their days. Their vital organs are overcrowded, stimulated and over worked, as a result they may put on weight, have flushed faces, and have all the appearance of health, but sooner or later the organs which have been urged on by the use of irritants, condiments and stimulants can no lon ger be whipped into activity. The tis sues of the body, being filled with im purities or substances which cannot be utilized for useful purposes, are de generate and lacking in vitality. Ap poplexy, heart failure, or Bright’s disease usually claims such at the age of fifty or sixty. Should those who have robust health at thirty or forty practise the same temperance that those who have weakly constitutions at that age are forced to practise, there is no reason why they might not in many instances enjoy life to the age of one hundred or one hundred and twenty. But as it is, those who at an early age learn obedience through affliction outlive those whose chances for a long and useful life are much better. — D. H. Kress, M. D.,in Signs of the Times. A FOOL IK COMPANY. Shortly after 2 o’clock one bitter winter morning a physician drove four miles in answer to a telephone call. On his arrival the man who bad summoned him said : “Doctor, I ain’t in any particular pain, but somehow or other I’ve got a feeling that death is nigh.” The doctor felt the man’s pulse and listened to his heart. “Have you made your will ?’ ’ he asked finally. The man turned pale. “Why, no, Doctor. At my age—oh, Doc., it ain’t true, is it? It can’t be true” — “Who’s your lawyer?” “Higginbotham; but” — “Then you had better send for him at once.” The patient, white and trembling, went to the telephone. “Who’s your pastor?” continued the Doctor. “Rev. Kellogg M. Brown,” mum bled the patient. “But, Doctor, do you think” — “Send for him immediately. Your father, too, should be summoned ; also your”— “Say, Doctor, do you really think I’m going to die?” The man be gan to blubber softly. The doctor looked at him hard. “No, I don’t,” he replied. “There’s nothing at all the matter with you. But I hate to be the only man you’ve made a fool of on a bitterly cold morn ing like this.”— Tit-Bits. THE SUPREME TEST. He was no coward; nay, rather, men had even called him brave. At the peril of his life he had stopped runaway horses, had plunged into the sea to rescue a child from drowning, and had galantly charged up San Juan Hill in the face of Spanish bullets. But now his face paled and he trem bled. “I dare not,” he muttered. “But,” he added resolutely, “since she whom I vowed to love and cherish has asked it of me, I will not falter.” So, with calm courage and a reso lute mien he descended to the kitch en to discharge the cook.— The Circle. Irate Father (to son) —“It’s as tonishing, George, how much money you need !” Son —“I don’t need any, father; its the other people who need it.” May —“l hear Jimmy Smith is go ing to get married.” Jay—"l’m glad of it. I never did like that fel low.”--;fudge. TAR OK ROADS. As a direct result of successful ex periments with oil for roads in Cali fornia—and in Oran, Africa, and sev eral towns of Algiers where aloe and massot oil were used —road builders took up the question of employing tar, either alone or in connection with oil for road surfacing. In France a i mixture of tar and .il was tried in 1900, and by 1901 such good effects were obtained with various tar mix i tures, that many miles of roads were surfaced with them. The French en ; gineers pursued the subject with in -1 telligent perseverance, and they se cured some ideal roads for traveling, i The tar is applied hot at 210 degrees, and only in dry weather. After the ! tar is applied, a sprinkling of sand is made over the surface to harden the mixture and to prevent slipping of aad vehicles. By the addition of heavy oils, the tar is hardened more quickly, and the road thrown open to 1 general traffic. All dust and mud i are eliminated by the tarring process, ; and the roadbed itself is kept from in jury by heavy traffic. The water proof character of the tar surface keeps the water from entering the roadbed, and thus eliminates one of the most i destructive agencies of highways. In England tar is also used quite extensively for the maintenance of . the roads, and in this country it is also a well recognized practice. One i of the first applications of tar to the surface was made at Jackson, Tenn. : The surface lasted about seven or : eight months. In Montclair, N. J., a mixture of tar and screenings was tried in 1904 on a steep grade, and for a year practically no wear or tear was noticeable on the road. Since i then a number of other roads in that town have been similarly treated at a cost of about seventeen cents per square foot, including the cracked stone and screenings. The tarring itself cost only about five to six cents per square foot. In several other New Jersey towns and on Long Island, roads are now being treated with tar red surface for eliminating dust and mud and for the protection of the road itself. The difference between the method of tarring the surface of roads in France and this country is in the use of sand or screenings. In France they merely sprinkle sand on the tar after it has cooled a day or two, but in this country cracked stones or screenings are either mixed with the tar or sprinkled upon the surface, with the purpose of incorporating them as much as possible with the tar. The French roads are excellent and form a dry, dustless surface, but they do not last as the American roads of equal excellence. The tar and screenings, when properly mixed to gether, form a son of cushion, which greatly reduces abrasion. The use of tar in territories where there are ample rainfalls is far supe rior to oil, for the latter then forms an emulsion with the water, which does great damage to vehicles and clothes. It makes the surface mushy, and resprinkling is necessrry at inter vals. But in dry, hot, arid regions the oil Is superior to tar, and accom plishes the object of laying the dust and forming a smooth compact sur face better. It is consequently a question of climate and topographi cal conditions which must determine the use of materials and methods in any part of the country. — Scientific American. A LONG WAIT. Vira, the Morses’ sable cook, an nounced to her mistress that she in tended to be married the next week. Mrs. Morse was filled with regret. “Oh, Vira,” she cried, “I was afraid , William would persuade you at last 1 You said you’d never leave us.” “Why, I isn’t gwine to leabe you, honey,” and Vira patted the shoulder of her young mistress in a comforting way. “I’s jes’ nachelly marrying dat Willum now to keep him from pester ing me. He’s been roun’ too much lately, an\ yet if I cas’ him off he’ll get into mixtrious comp’ny. I’s mar rying dat boy to sabe him.” “Yes,” said Mrs. Morse, somewhat reassured by Vira’s tone, but slightly bewildered nevertheless, “I know it will be a fine thing for him, Vira, but won’t he want to take you away?” “Wbar he get de money ?” inquired Vira, returning to her work of beat ing eggs with renewed vigor. “I’s sabed de money fo’ his honeymoon trip, and I’s got his plans all laid out fo’ him. He’s got a ticket out to Cal iforny an’ to bring my ole farder back eas\ an’ denl’sgwinc send him down souf fo’ my sister, an’ den up in Can ady fo’ my brudder, an’ when he gets dat fam’lyall rounded up an’ has to suppo’t ’em mostly you t’ink he’s gwine be in a hurry to habme to sup po’t honey?”— Youth's Companion. THE ANSWER OF AKK. Young Bertie courted pretty Ann, and asked tier for his wife. Said she : “I love no other man, so will be yours for life I” Then gently around her taper waist his arm in rapture went, and on those ruby lips so chaste the first long kisses , spent. “What is it,” cried he in joy, “that draws this heart to mine? What makes those cheeks so bright and coy, those eyes like stars to shine ? What is it proves the world so fair when thy Sweet form is nigh—that permeates the ambient air, the trees, the flowers, the sky? Oh, say, what is it that en thralls the kiss I hold so dear ?” She gently on his bosom falls. “It’s onions, love, I fear !” “Chalmot, you don’t know your geography lesson at all to-night,” said Gunson, Sr. “When I was your age I could answer practically every question in the book.” ’ “Well, pa,” retorted Gunson, Jr., “I guess you had some intelligent person to help you with your home | work.” — Brooklyn Life. Some men are born great, but as a rule they soon begin to shrink. A BUSINESS FAB ABLE. Once a farmer had i,BOO bushels of wheat, which he sold not to a sin gle grain merchant, but to 1,800 dif ferent dealers, a bushel each. A few of them paid him in cash, but far the greater number said it was not convenient then ; they would pay later. A few months passed and the man’s bank account ran low. “How is this?” he said. “My I,Boobushels of grain should have kept me in af fluence until another crop is raised, but I have parted with the grain and have instead only a vast number of accounts, so small and scattered that I cannot get around and collect fast enough to pay expenses.” So he posted up a public notice and asked all those who owed him to pay quickly. Bnt few came. The rest said, “Mine is only a small matter, and I will go and pay one of these days,” forgetting that, though each 1 account was very small, when all were put together they meant a large sum to the man. Things went on thus. The man got to feeling so bad that he fell out of bed and awoke and, running to bis granary, found his 1,800 bushels of wheat still safe there. He had only been dreaming. Moral. —The next day the man went to the publisher of his paper and said : “Here, sir, is the pay for your paper, and when next year’s subscription is due you can depend on me to pay it promptly. I stood in the position of an editor last night, and I know how it feels to have one’s honestly earned money scattered all over the country in small amounts.” WINTER WEATHER TIPS. The man who communes with na ture and professes to understand her signs and portents is now in evidence. He is jealous of the importance which the political prophets have achieved, and insists upon having a hearing. He is ready to kill on the spot any person who calls him a “nature fakir.” We have never discovered exactly how many centuries ago he made his first appearance. But it was thousands of years. Of course, he “makes good” sometimes. Either the winter is to be “very severe” or it is “unusually mild.” There are only two propositions and it would be impossible for him to be wrong all the time. The proofs that the winter of 1907- 08 will be a delightful one are found in the following “tips” which have been given to the nature-wise: Muskrats are not building winter homes. Ducks have been in no haste to migrate. Beavers, like the butter fly, are enjoying themselves, taking no thought of what may come in the form of cold weather. The possum’s attitude is that of an animal which does not look for heavy snows and zero weather. Fish worms are near the surface of the ground. Chickens have not added to their feathers an undershirt of down. The goosebone is calm and clean. Thus nature re veals to the sons of men glad tidings of great joy. The winter will be mild. Let us be duly grateful. It is a thrilling message. GEORGE KEPT HIM BUST. A well known Virginia clergyman, one time president of William and Mary College, was married three times, and on each occasion the cere mony was performed by his brother, an even more renowned bishop. When the first marriage took place, the bishop had to refuse a tempting invitation from an old friend because —so the letter ran—“l am going up to Williamsburg on that date to marry my brother George.” The same friend happened to be on the train with him, years afterward, when he was traveling to the second ceremony. “I am going to marry my brother George,” the bishop ex plained, benignly, after the business of greetings was over. Again many years passed and the same journey was taken once more for the same purpose. By a strange coincidence, the identical friend ran into the bishop as they hurried through the depot to their respective trains, “Where go ing, Bishop?” the former sang out as they grasped hands and dashed by each other. “I am going where I am always go ing,” the answer came back, ponder ously, “to marry my brother George.” — Hatper's Weekly. MIBTSEBB WHOM A SERVANT RESPECTS. A woman should insist upon being mistress of her own kitchen, but un less she possesses self-control, pa tience and tact she is really just as unfit to manage her servants as a child. It is a very true saying that a man or woman who has not learned to control self is not fit to control others. If a woman cannot go into her own kitchen without losing her temper she would do better to stay out of it. Fault must be found, but with servants, it should be in a quiet, dignified way, and a proper time should be chosen for it. A woman who does not know any better than to take a time when a servant is par ticuarly busy or has some special piece of work she is trying to get done, washing, ironing, or getting dinner, will never- be likely to have good service. If she scolds or nags she at once lowers herself to the level of her servant and loses the respect which every mistress of a house should strive to deserve from those about her. — Woman's Life. Mrs. Smith — I hear Mrs. Weeds is going 10 marry a farmer and live in the country. Mrs. Jones—Well, she ought to make good as a farmer’s wife. Mrs. Smith—l don’t see why. She has always lived in town. Mrs. Jones —True; but as this is her sixth matrimonial venture she evidently knows all about husbandry. Courage, like cowardice, is un doubtedly contagious, but some per sons are not liable to catch it. — George D. Ptentice. CRUTCH WALKING. “No one who has never tried to use crutches can have any idea of the trouble it is to learn to walk with them,” says a St. Louisan tempora rily disabled by an injury to one foot. “When I was first laid up I antici pated a speedy recovery, but progress was slow, and in order that I might have a little exercise the doctor recom mended a pair of crutches. ‘There’s no trick at all in learning to use them.’ He spoke of it as a matter of course, and I supposed that all I had to do was to pick up the crutches, put them under my arms and walk off, fast or slow, just as I pleased. I had seen men with crutches walking at as brisk a gait as I had ever been able to achieve in my best walking days, so I was delighted with the prospect of getting out of the house. “The crutches were ordered and sent home. I took them with alacri ty, and at the very first step I sat down so hard on the floor that it seemed to me my spine was driven halfway into my skull. After recov ering from the shock I concluded there must be something wrong with the crutches, and a visitor to the house after trying them himself pronounced them entirely too long. So I took .off the rubber tips and cutoff an inch, then tried them again and would have had another sitting jolt had I not been held. The crutch expert declared they were still too long, so we took off another inch, then two half inches. That remedied matters some, but I speedily discovered after walking a few steps with a man holding me up that my hands and arms were about to give out and that on the slightest provocation the crutch slipped from under my arms and wabbled so alarm ingly that I felt every moment as if I was going headlong to the ground. “Then I discovered that I must rest more weight on the top of the crutch and less on the handles. This was an improvement, but in five min utes the muscles under my arms were so sore that I couldn’t stand the pain. Then I put pads on top, only to find out that a brick pavement is the roughest walking place on earth. A Rocky Mountain path is like granitoid compared to it. The slightest ine quality caught the tip of the crutch and sent me staggering. When I raised my foot to take a step forward my shoe always caught against the bricks, and I would have had twenty falls every fifteen minutes if I had not been supported. “Crutch walking is a science. It must be studied and learned like other sciences. Now when I see a man traveling along on two crutches I am filled with admiration for his dexterity, but when I observe a one legged man getting over the ground on only one crutch I feel that he is a born genius.”— St. Louis Globe-Dem ocrat. SHOPLIFTING. The fixed charges of a department store must cover the loss of breakage and general destruction, the failure of goods to sell and theft. The cheap er stores suffer more seriously from thieving than the higher priced ones because their employees are less trust worthy. For years the proprietors es timated that their theft losses were due half to their dishonest employees and half to outsiders, but not one of them would venture to estimate the total. There is a curious standard of ethics among some of the employees. They do not regard taking articles for their own use as theft, whereas to take them for some one else, even a mem ber of the family, is plain robbery. Almost never are these guilty ones prosecuted, even if they are detected and the proof is conclusive. They are discharged, of course, and notices are posted in the dressing room explaining the reason. But when an employee steals goods to sell and is caught ar rest follows. Professional shoplifters have been largely eliminated owing to systematic prosecution. By far the greatest num ber of thefts committed by outsiders are traced to women, usually reputa ble, who yield to a sudden temptation. Incidentally the newspapers never name a store in which a person is ar rested for shoplifting for the simple reason that it would frighten away customers. A retail store on Broad way, New York, that did a large bus iness was actually ruined by the pub lication of the details of several arrests within its doors. — Everybody's. A diffident-looking man from one of the suburbs stepped up to the ticket office in one of the railway stations in Chicago and asked the man inside, in a hesitating way, if he sold round-trip tickets to the James town Exposition. “Yes, sir,” answered the ticket seller. “Give reduced rates?” “Yes, sir.” “I suppose there will be special days now and then ?’ ’ “Undoubtedly.” “Going to be a Pocahontas day?” “I guess so.” “Well, what I want to know is this,” said the stranger, clearing his throat. “Will there be a John Smith day?” “I don’t know as to that,” gravely rejoined the ticket seller, “but I am inclined to think not. Hotel accom modations in the neighborhood of the exposition are limited.” Youth's Companion. The colored sexton of a wealthy New York church had a very stylish mulatto wife. Finding his domestic income not quite equal to his expens es, he decided to apply for an increase in salary. So he wrote a letter to the committee in charge with this expla nation at the close: “It’s mighty ! hard to keep a sealskin wife on a muskrat salary.”— Ladies' Home foumal. The farmer —“What are you • getting up in that there apple tree?” The Boy—“Stummick ache, sir.” ESTABLISHED 1860. LINCOLN AND THE ORANGE. “I was eight years old when my fa ther took me with him to Washing ton,” says a man now prominent in national life. “It was during the darkest hours of the rebellion. We were walking on the street when a tall, thin man with very long legs and loose clothes and a frowning wrinkled face came striding toward us. His eyes were fixed on the pavement. His lips were moving, and I remem ber thinking how cross he looked. But I was more interested in watching a ragged little urchin between us standing barefooted on the curb, his lips twisting and his big eyes fixed on a pile of oranges in a vender’s cart. The vender’s back was turned while he made change for a cus tomer. The tall man passed the boy at the same time we did. He stopped suddenly, plunged a hand into his pocket, bought a big”orange, gave it to the boy and went on. ‘ ‘The bov was grinning and already set his teeth in the orange, much to my envy, when my father asked him if he knew who gave it to him. He shook his head. “‘That was President Lincoln, lad,’ my father said. ‘Hurry and thank him.’ “The boy ran, caught the flopping coat, and as the stern face turned sharply he called, 'Thank you, Mr. President Lincoln 1’ “Suddenly the face was transform ed as I have never seen a face since then. A beautiful smile covered it. A voice which thrills me yet said: “‘You’re welcome, boy. You wanted to steal it while the fellow wasn’t looking, didn’t you ? But you wouldn’t because it wasn’t honest. That’s the right way. I wish some men I know were like you.” MODERN SURGERY. The wonders of modern surgery in deed surpass all understanding. It is quite a common thing nowadays for a surgeon to insert several tiny electric lights into the head through the nose and then working with long-handled, peculiar knives (also through the nos trils), remove a growth that is dan gerously near the brain. Such oper ations are performed without making a single incision into the skin. Not so long ago the world was startled by the report that certain English surgeons had performed an operation that in volved the cutting away of a growth from the heart. Eminent specialists have branded the announcement as a self-evident fake, but there are many who believe it did take place. Such things as taking out an eye or a part of the intestines and then putting them back are so common as to cause no comment. A well-known physician in a West ern State, who has made a study of grafting to a marked degree, recently sent out an announcement to the effect that he had succeeded in joining the hind legs of a rabbit to a cat. The effect, when Kitty walked, was ludic rous, it is said, the rear legs trying to propel her with the spasmodic jerks of the hare, while the front legs tried to carry her with a cat’s usual dignified tread. How far this physician’s ex periments would have carried him hadn’t the local humane society step ped in, is unknown. WHERE PUSSY’S NAME CAME FROM. Did you ever think why we call a cat “Pussy” ? Many years ago the people of Egypt, who had many idol gods, worshipped the cat. They thought that she was like the moon, because she was most active at night, and because her eyes changed, just as the moon changes; for the moon, you know, is sometimes full and round, ' and sometimes only a slender cresent, or “half-moon,” as we call it. Did you ever notice your pussy’s eyes to see how they change?—for sometimes they, too, are big and round; and again the pupils narrow until they are nothing but little black slits. So the Egyptians made an idol with a cat’s head, and named it “Pasht,” the same name which they gave to . the moon; for the words mean “the face of the moon. ’’ In course of time that word was changed to “Pas,” or “Pus,” according to the speech of the people who uttered it; and at last it has come to be “puss,” the name which almost everyone gives to the cat —for, as you know, puss and pussy-cat are pet names for kitty everywhere. Not many people, how ever, think of it as given to her thou sands of years ago, or dream that in those far-away times a great nation liowed down and prayed to her. THE WARNING OP A SNEEZE. As a general thing sneezing is na ture’s warning to get warmer in some way or other, and quickly. The question of temperature and ventilation is one of the most difficult winter problems. So much depends upon circumstances and individual idiosyncrasy that it is hard to lay down any definite rules. An indoor temperature which is suitable for a vigorous person or one in active mo tion is dangerous for one who is deli- cate or sitting and doing head work " * exclusively. ... As a general rule, it may be said that a temperature that falls much below 70 degrees at four feet from the floor is dangerous for sedentary work ers, and any one who continues sit ting when he feels chilled does so at the risk of his life. Singleton—Do you really be lieve that living expenses have in creased 20 per cent, in the last five years ? Marryat—What! Why, they’ve increased 100 per cent, at least. Singleton —Nonsense! Marryat—Not at all. Five years ago there was only my wife and I, and now there’s six of us in the fam ily—Philadelphia Pi ess. When a girl refuses a fellow and he doesn’t go to the bad it is a bitter blow to her pride.