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;i Make Life Worth Living. i| ] > | Hard times come to most everybody. Life I. < , .I has more ops than downs. Right now, while |l J 1 ; ,\ M yon are making, yon ought to be saving; 111, ( [ ] > -yWI then when the downs come yon have some- * , i | thing on which to fall back. , 1 <’ -wfl Where Is the money yon have been earning ( | S all these years? Ton spent It and somebody < * -yW else pnt it In the Bank. Why don’t yon pat J > < , r/n yonr own money In the Bank for yonrself? IIV ([ % 11 Why let the other fellow Bank what yon If ] i j! Be Independent and Start a Bank Account for Yourself With < * j: The Towson National Bank, ij TOWSOIT, 3VCXD. !; < I diubotohs. I ; 1 JOHN OROWTHER, President; O. H. RICE, Vice-President; ~~ < [ i’ Cel. Walter 8. Franklin, Lewis M. Bacon, J > < I Hon. J. Fred. C. Talbott, Wilton Creenway, < [ ; ► John 8. Biddlson, Ernest C. Hatch. <, :; w w. 0. OKAOMBR. Cashier. !; j > OcLJfr-Jy > THE COMMERCIAL BANK OF MARYLAND BELVEDERE AVENUE, Near Reisterstown Road, ARLINGTON, Md. e——O —— CAPITAL STOCK, $25,000. , ■ B USTO'W OIPEISr FOB ZBTTSHTESS , , 0 L-. Does a general Banking Business in all that is consistent with safe and carefol man agement. The location of oar Bank makes it the most convenient place for a large nnmber of residents of Baltimore county to transact their financial business. During the short time oar Bank has been open for business the amonnt of deposits has reached a success far in excess of onr expectations. We have a SAVINGS DEPARTMENT and pay Interest on money deposited there. Call and see ns and we will explain why it will be to yonr advantage to open an account with ns. Prompt attention given to all collection bnslness entrusted to ns. M 0 —— —iOFFICEBSi — CHAS. T. COCKEV, Jr., JOHN K. CULVER, Ist Vice-President. CHARLES E. BMITH, President. HOWARD E. JACKSON, 8d Vice-President. Cashier. —:DIRECTORS: CHARLES T. COCKEV, Jr., HOWARD E. JACKSON, BOBEKT H. McMANNS, ARTHUR F. NICHOLSON, J? A n HAMMnxn JOHN K. CULVER, GEORGE W. ALT, H. D, HAMMOND, J. FRANK SHIPLET, H. P. EASTMAN. Dec. 28—ly Second National Bank TOWSON, Md. BOXES BOXES SAFE DEPOSIT BOXES AT THE SECOND NATIONAL BANK OF TOWSON, 00.00 PER TEAR, FOR YOUR VALUABLES. BOXES BOXES -iOPPICERS: — Thomas W. Offutt, Elmer J. Cook, l Vice-Presidents. Thos. j. Meads, President. Harrison Rider, 1 Cashier. THOMAB W OFFUTT. W. BERNARD DUKE, HENRY C. UONGNEOKER, ELMER J. COOK, WM. A. LEE, Z. HOWARD IBAAO, HARRISON Rider, Chas. H. Knox, Noah E. Offutt, JOHN I. YELLOTT, W. GILL SMITH, JOHN V. SLADE. Feb. 6—ly 'fIACKETT’S GAPECUReI RILLS THt WORM AS ,*3 WILL AS THE 6HW rnmiwiD JJ V> JBHB TC.flac Kjstt s9hHp w Hiiueowq.ua fttwmY.| It’s a powder. The chicks inhale lt.jaKtlls both worm and germ. Whole brood treated in five minutes. .Retail price. 2oo.; by mail, 35c. For sale by drug and general stores. Write for full information. Address, T. O. HACKETT, Apl.lo—3m] Hillsboro, Md. Eggs for hatching i EGGS FOR HATCHING I I am now booking orders for immediate and future deliveries of EGGS THAT WILL HATCH—guaranteed fertile. These eggs are from THOROUGHBRED STOCK. Barred Plymouth Rocks SI.OO setting 15 White Plymouth Rooks 1.00 Single Comb White Leghorns 1.00 Single Comb Black Minorcas 1.00 Single Comb Black Orpingtons.... 1.50 EUREKA POULTRY YARDS, JOHN LIPPINCOTT, Proprietor, Feb. 8-tf] • Be lair, Md. PHIPPS’ BIRRED PLYMOUTH ROCKS Eggs Fei Sale —SI.OO per 13. JOSEPH PHIPPS, Meh.SO—Btl TOWSON, Md. SINGLE COMB WHITE LEGHORNS! LARQE WHITE BIRDS. THE KIND THAT LAY WINTER AND SUMMER. I have bred these birds for three years and have never failed to get winter eggs. I also took 3 first and 5 second prizes at Timonium Fair last fall. g*-Eggs for hatching. sLooj>er 13. Feb. SO—ly] Towson, Balto. county, Md. BiRRETPLYIIOUTHROCK EGGS FOR HATCHING. 75c. for 13 Packed for Shipment. 50c. for 13 at My Yards. : AVCall and see my stock.-** 49-Also for sale Barred Plymouth Rock and White Wyandotte Hens, $2.00 each. SAMI D. MARKLEY, H B A a^.l v d E - W ANTED^^ LARGE TREES, Walnnt, Poplar, Chestnut and Oak. Apply to or address— JAMES W. SHEA, Apl. 10-tf] LUTHERVILLE, Md. -E/TONEY TO LOAN. I have on hand TO LOAN ON MORTGAGE SECURITY thefollowingsumsof money:—s26o, $360. $530, S7OO, SI,OOO, $1,200, $1,500, sl,B*. $2,500, s3,o* and $5,000. Some of the above will be loaned at 5X per cent. _ W. GILL SMITH, Mob. I.—tf. Towson, Md. sSUscjeXXatxjeottß. SPRING^STYLES IN ALL SHADES, From $15.00 to $30.00. HARRY W. GANSTER, -&T AILOR^ 512 and 514 North Gay Street, BALTIMORE, Md. Apl. 17—ly Established 1885. “CHESAPEAKE" STITCHED CAPAS BELTING Suitable and specially adapted for Saw Mill and Threshermen’s Use. Transmits more power than any other Belt. Thoroughly Waterproof and Fully Guaranteed. for prices, etc., to THE CHESAPEAKE BELTING COMPANY, D. HOCKADAY, Propr. 833 McKlm Street, Bet. Madison and Eager Streets, Baltimore, Md. Apl. 24—6 m WALL PAPERS^ —AND— SHADES. My new line is all that could be desired, showing The latest and Most Exclusive PATTERNS AND NOVELTIEB. Neat and tasty work assured you at moderate prices. mr Won’t_you favor me with an order? City and Country Work receive personal and prompt attention. FRANK B. NORRIS, 1058 N. GAY STREET, Cor. Chase Street, BALTIMORE, Md. Apl. 24—ly VEGETABLE * PLANTS OF ALL KINDS SALE^ Let Us Book Your Order for Transplants. S. W. SHANKLIN & SON, WHITE MARSH, Md. Apl. 24—tf E. SCOTT PAYNE CO. 368 and 364 N. Gay Street, Baltimore, Md. Headquarters for Blacksmith and Horseshoers’ Supplies and Builders' Hardware. Bar Iron, Steel Springs. Axles, Wheels, Bhafts, Spokes, Rims, , Hubs, Horse Shoes, Horse Shoe Nalls. Horse Shoe Pads, Rubber Tires, Rubber Tire Channels and , Appliances, Wheelwright Material and Supplies. Headquarters for Field and Lawn Fence, Lawn Swings, Lawn Mowers, Lawn Sprinklers. A pos tal card will reach us. [Apl.24tJan.3o Fob “The Union.” I THE CHILDREN'S CAB. > BY EDWIN HIGGINS. i I would ride on the car with the children > With the play of Joyful health, , With the glee of cheerful hearts. An ocean of brimming wealth. I would ride on the car with the children ; There Is not a bit of gloom. But the ripple of laughter. With the fragrance of Its bloom. I would ride on the car with the children; With glistening eyes for pearls. With the sunshine from the hillsides. With the happy boys and girls. I would ride on the car with the children; With roses on their cheek, With the Damask of the Orient, With the breeze of Chesapeake. I would ride on the car with the children; With the windows fastened down, While the doors of mirth are open. On a Jolly ride to town. I would ride on the oar with the children ; When the week for school Is o’er, Then “the kids” are at-tbelr best, And make ye old fogies roar. I would ride on the car with the children ; With a captain at both ends, They are so awful careful They must be the children’s friends. I would ride on the car with the children; With dear Captain’s Smile and Grin ; When they have the car In hand, There’s uproaring fun within. I would ride on the car with the children: For they ove to ride along, Cheer the world with Joy aDd mirth. And uplift it with their song. I would ride on the car with the children ; Ne’er a Pullman coach for me A place on a long front seat. With “the moving pictures” free. THE DOWN HILL SHED. BY BRALEY SANDS. “We were at Grandfather Doliver’s farm nearly the whole of one winter — four of us young fellows.’’ Uncle Gideon Doliver was in a reminiscent mood, and we were always glad to listen. “There were Dan and Cyrus, Har vey and myself. Dan and Cyrus were a year or two the oldest. As I think of it now, I am sure we must have caused the old people much trouble and not a little uneasiness. Grandfather never complained, and seldom rebuked us. He had away, however, that commanded our re spect. His gray eyes could flash when necessary, and none of us ever dreamed of questioning his authority. “We were obliged to settle most of our youthful disputes among our selves, but on the rare occasions when grandfather did feel called upon to arbitrate we knew there was no ap peal, His decisions were final. He meted out justice as he saw it, and if any of us failed later in life it was not the fault of our early training at the hands of Grandfather Doliver. But I know there were times when we caused him much anxiety. “There were plenty of young peo ple about that winter; the sleighing was unusually good, and I don’t need to say that the season was anything but dull. There were sleighrides, 'sociables’ and merrymakings galore. Of course the young folks paired off somewhat, as they always do more or less at such times, a process that usually works smoothly enough ex cept—as happened this winter with Dan and Cyrus—when two choose the same mate. This was Violet Medbury, the pretty daughter of a farmer who lived some two miles from grandfather’s, who was the innocent cause of a sudden but very pronounced rivalry between the young fellows. “Dan was a quiet kind of a chap not much of a talker, but one who always meant what be said. You could depend upon him ; he was the kind that improve on acquaintance. Cyrus was a handsome fellow, quick witted and gay enough, with a dash ing way that usually made friends. But there was something about him — nearly always well-hidden —that fail ed to ring true. Experience had shown those of us who knew him best, that handsome Cousin Cyrus would bear watching. “It was the winter that grandfath er’s famous colts, Snip and Frisk, were three years old, ‘coming four’ the next spring. They were beau ties, these colts; jet black, except that Frisk had a pair of white stock ings, while Snip showed only a broad white star in his forehead. Grand father had handled them some. They were what he called ‘half broken.’ When harnessed to the new, ‘swell bodied’ cutter, they certainly were well worth looking at. “Harvey and I were not allowed to handle the spirited colts, but Dan and Cyrus had each driven them oc casionally. Grandfather’s shrewd eyes at once detected what was easily apparent later, that quiet Dan was by far the more capable driver. The colts would fret and fume with Cyrus, while Dan would invariably bring them in from a far harder drive in perfect condition. About the time the young fellows became acquainted with Miss Violet Medbury the colts suddenly came into great demand. “Grandfather was generous with his tools, rigs and turnouts, so long as we used them properly. If we misued them —well, we didn’t get them again. He had a pair of light double sleighs that could be used with either one or two horses and with either one or two seats. It was a good, comfortable rig, though, of course, not to be compared to the stylish new cutter. When the cutter was in use and two rigs were called for, Napoleon, the stout single-driv ing horse, was attached to the light sleighs. “The strife for the colts and the new cutter became so pronounced that finally grandfather felt called upon to interfere. He ruled that the colts and double sleigh should be Dan’s rig and that Cyrus should have Na poleon and the new cutter. Napo leon was a stout old fellow, with plenty of life, and the decision seem ed fair enough; but I think Cyrus was badly disappointed. “About this time, too, another mat ter came up for settlement. Grand father belonged to the good, old ortho dox school, and his rules in regard to public worship were stern and un compromising. Not only himself, bnt every member of his household , as well, must be in his place in the long pew at church on every Sunday, ; actual sickness alone serving as an excuse. He owned two church sheds, 1 as two full loads often went from his home. The church sheds occupied TOWSON, MD., SATURDAY, MAY 1. 1909. three sides of a square on a decidedly sloping piece of ground back of the church edifice. One of our sheds was on the upper and the other on the lower side of this enclosure. “When wheels were used the choice of sheds was no great matter, although the upper shed was even then the favorite. But to back a steel shod cutter —or what was far more diffi cult, a set of double out of the ‘down hill shed,’ as we called it, was a job that required a steady team, and even then careful manage ment. Double sleighs especially had a trick of ‘buckling’ that was won derfully disconcerting. The steel shoes would grip the gravel floor of the down hill sheds in away that sent many an otherwise staid old horse into a ‘tantrum,’ and a decided tangle was not infrequent. “The older boys usually drove the vehicles to church, and as might be expected, many sharp contests for the coveted upper shed resulted. Grandfather shook his head at this, and out at the horse barn one day he told the boys that one of them must take the down-hill shed, which one they could decide between themselves, the decision to be for the entire sea son. I think he fully expected Cyrus would volunteer, for steady old Na poleon with the cutter was far better adapted to deal with the disagreeable shed than the half-broken colts with the sleighs. If he did, he was soon undeceived. Perhaps Cyrus was still sore at the loss of the colts. “Both the boys hesitated when it became apparent that grandfather would not decide the matter. Dan, no doubt, hastily considering the disagreeable possibilities—he had never yet hitched the colts in the down-hill shed —that might result; and shrewdly calculating Cyrus, doubtless turning several things has tily in his mind. Presently Cyrus’ face brightened, and he said in the apparently frank way he could always easily assume: ‘Let’s draw cuts for first choice, Dan ; that’s fair for both of us, certainly.” “ ’All right!’ agreed unsuspecting Dan, readily. Cyrus’sharp penknife was already in his hand. ‘Here,’ he called with his gay smile, stepping to the neatly piled bundles of rye straw bedding, ‘l’ll fix a couple of cuts in a jiffy.’ “ ‘All right!’ said Dan again, turn ing to grandfather. He thought Frisk was not shod properly. The colt in terfered a little occasionally, and he wanted grandfather’s opinion. In a moment both were intently discuss ing the colt’s hind shoes. “I pretended to be interested in the shoeing, but cast a furtive glance at Cyrus. It seemed to take him a long time to fix those ‘cuts.’ “‘Here you are, Dan!’ he ex claimed, presently. ‘All ready ; take your choice. Long wins.’ He held up his hand, two bright straws be tween his thumb and finger. “Dan promptly drew. ‘Aha, you lose !’ said Cyrus, triumphantly ex hibiting the much longer straw left in his own hand, which he tossed up in view and caught again dextrously. “ ‘Take all the time you want for the down-hill shed,Danny boy ; you’ll need a plenty.’ And with a tanta lizing laugh he tossed the cut into the straw pile and left the barn. Dan said nothing, but he grinned a little ruefully, and presently went off to his work. “It was not my business in par ticular, but I was not satisfied. I noticed the exact spot where Cyrus’ cut fell in the straw, and, when quite alone, went and looked for it, and, after a short search, found it. As I had surmised, two short straws had been skilfully fitted together, par tially telescoping each other. It was a nice job —one that would pass any where unless closely scrutinized. Of course Dan was bound to lose any way. It was plain enough. As I held the doctored cut in my hand I heard a slight noise and turned hastily. I supposed grandfather had left the barn, but he was watching me in tently, and with a grave, pained ex pression on his kind old face. Not a word was said, but I knew he under stood. “There was a sociable in the vil lage the next night, which all the young people attended. Dan and Cyrus were out, each with his rig. Both Harvey and myself knew what that meant —a trip home a-foot; for Violet Medbury would be there and both boys would be sure to aspire to the honor of taking the young lady home —a supposition which proved correct in every particular. “The evening passed pleasantly enough, though I fancied I caught Dan and Cyrus glaring at each other occasionally. At the first sign of breaking up, Cyrus, taking time by the forelock, was confidently on hand with his best bow. Even as be prof fered his request, however, he turned angrily at the sound of a familiar voice by bis side. Quiet Dan did not always stay in the background. The young fellows had made their re quests exactly together. “The humor of the situation ap pealed to the girl, and she laughed outright —then sobered instantly at : her sudden dilemma. Kind-hearted , always, she did not wish to pain or offend, least of all in that conspicu i ous way. There was a moment of suspense that passed awkwardly enough for all three. Both Dan and Cyrus flushed somewhat, but they eyed each other defiantly, each stub bornly maintaining his ground. Then ; the quick-witted girl saw away out without necessarily offending. “ ‘l’ll go with the one who is first here with his rig,’ shesaid, and laugh ed again merrily. The hostess was > doubtless astonished at the precipi ■ tate ‘good night’ that she directly re , ceived from two ot her guests, and I l caught Cyrus’ low chuckle of triumph ; as both young men clattered down , the steps and headed for the church l sheds at a burst of speed that would , have put many a track sprinter to 3 shame. Harvey and myself, curious 1 to see all the fun, pegged along hard behind, Harvey shouting, ‘Go it! Good boy!’ to Cyrus, whom he al ways seemed to admire, while I spent all the breath I could spare in shouts of encouragement to Daa. “We were half way to the sheds before I thought of Dan’s handicap. The colts were in the down-hill shed. And they were hitched to the dou ble sleighs. I understood Cyrus’ tri umphant chuckle then. My interest in the race flagged suddenly, and, seeing nothing but sure defeat for Dan, I dropped behind somewhat. Even if, by careful management, Dan should get the colts out of the shed without a tangle—which I doubted —Cyrus bade fair to be half way to the goal before Dan could start. “As I reached the shed driveway I heard the quick thump of hoofs. Cyrus had indeed been quick, even for the favorite upper shed. I stepped quickly aside, for Napoleon was evi dently coming at a rattling pace. And then, to my utter amazement, there shot out into the driveway, not sturdy old Napoleon, but a spanking black team instead. There was a twinkle of white stockings; Snip’s white star flashed in the moonlight, and with a sharp jangle of bells the colts were off like the wind. “Knowing all that I did, I just shouted with satisfaction. But I couldn’t understand it at all. I ran on into the shed enclosure in time to hear a smothered but most emphatic exclamation of disgust and dismay from Cyrus, who was just gathering up his lines for a start. Giving Na poleon a spiteful cut with the whip, he dashed out into the driveway. He must have known that the race was already lost; but just as be turned into the highway he slashed again spite fully at the horse. With a vicious shake of his thick mane, old Napoleon jumped resentfully, and over went the cutter as quick as a flash. Cyrus hung on to the lines and no damage was done, but when he had picked himself and his belongings out of the snow he was evidently quite satisfied that, so far as he was concerned, the contest was closed. Dan reached the house where the little gathering was breaking up, iu good shape ; and we learned later that pretty Miss Violet seemsd unusually well content with her choice escorts. “Curious to know, if possible, how Dan had made such exceptional time in securing his team, I examined the down-hill shed carefully. As I swung wide the snug-fitting doors the mys tery was solved, for in either door post a strong new ring was securely fastened; from each ring a stout hitching strap was dangling. Dan did not intend to run needless risks with grandfather’s fine young team. He had backed the colts carefully into the descending shed—the double sleighs taking the downward slope without much difficulty—instead of driving in, as every one had always been in the habit of doing. All he had to do in getting his team in that sudden emergency was to swing open the shed doors, unsnap the hitch straps —then away ! It was all sim ple enough. And yet none of the rest of us had thought of it. Harvey and I rode home after all behind old Napoleon ; and I must say we had a very morose and sulky driver. “In some way the truth about the tricky cuts became known. I have always thought Cyrus himself must have boasted about his sharp practice to some of his cronies, for certainly □either grandfather nor myself said a word. I thought, too. that that bit of sharp practice came to the ears of Violet Medbury, and that it did not help Cyrus. At any rate, it was quite evident that for the rest of the winter Dan might drive or back into the down-hill shed as he chose, for Miss Violet was evidently content to wait for him when teams were called for. “I will add, too, that when, some two years later, Dan started to work his way through college, his loyal little partner of the village sociables nad agreed to wait for him iu another and far more important matter.” — Country Gentleman. THE STOBY OF A BONO. The story of “Ninety and Niue,” the well known hymn the music for which Ira D. Sankey improvised in a a burst of deep feeling, was told by the Rev. Dr. C. E. Locke at the funeral of Mr. Sankey. The evan gelist had found a little poem, “The Lost Sheep,” in a Scotch newspaper, so runs Dr. Locke’s account in the Brooklyn Eagle , and had clipped it. One night in Edinburgh Mr. Moody asked him to sing. Mr. Moody had just finished his sermon, “The Good Shepherd.” Mr. Sankey had no thought of composing a new song, but as he used to tell the story : “As I sat at the organ my fingers fell on A flat and my eyes fell on that little poem. I began to sing, and I sang the words of that poem.” When he had finished Mr. Moody rushed down from the platform and asked him where he had found that song. He said it was the most won derful song he had ever heard. Mr. Moody was weeping, Mr. Sankey was weeping, and the audience was in tears, so great was the impression produced by the song. “I sang it as God gave it to me,” Mr. Sankey replied. He never changed a note of the song from the time it fell from his lips. The milkman stood before her nerv ously twirling his hat in his hands. “So,” she said sternly, “you have come at last. “Yes, madam. You sent for me, I believe,” he replied. “I wished to tell you that I found a minnow in the milk yesterday morning.” “I am sorry, madam, but if the cows will drink from the brook in stead of from the trough I cannot help it.” Being optimistic is very brave and very grand and self sacrificing, but it is dreadfully wearing on the constitu tion in housecleaning time. | “WOUNDS OF A FBIEND.” [ “I heard this afternoon that Mr. ■ Mundy wanted another clerk,” Mrs. 1 Martin remarked as they sat at tea one night, “and I believe you’d bet ’ ter apply. It might be a good place for you —your father always said Mr. Mundy was an honorable man.” “All right, mother; I’ll see him in the morning.” George was really pleased with the notion of getting this position. “Why not tonight?” “Oh,” he replied, “the morning’s the best time to tackle a business man. He’s fresh then —he’d be tired and cross at night. Again George salved his conscience with this reason, though he knew he hankered for an other evening with the boys. “If I get the place, I s’pose I’ll have to stay in the store eveniugs,” he thought, regretfully. The next morning, neatly dressed and looking his best, George applied at Mr. Mundy’s store. He was shown into a small private room at the back, where the proprietor had his desk. “Too late,” Mr. Mundy said some what curly. “I engaged a clerk last evening.” “Last evening!” George’s mind rapidly went over what he was doing then. Mr. Mundy watched the boy’s face and bis own became less severe. “Stop a moment, George,” he re sumed. “I want to say a few words. I knew and respected your father. I know and respect your mother. I don’t want their son to make a mess of life. So let me tell you frankly, it would make no difference if I had not engaged some one else. I take no boy or man into my employ who be longs to the street corner brigade. I want self-respecting people—not loaf ers to work for me. Other business men feel the same. If you’re wise you’ll remember it. Good morning.” Crestfallen, George bowed himself out, though even at that moment he was glad he could truthfully tell his mother that the place was already fill ed. She need not know the other shameful reason. “Faithful are the wounds of a friend.” Mr. Mundy’s words had cut as he meant they should. George did some serious thinking. He had will-power, once it was aroused. “Loafer.” The term stung. George Martin a loafer ? Not if George Mar tin could help it! “I’ll not be seen in that vicinity again at present,” he said. “I’ll go a mile around, rather than up and down that walk. I’ll read and study at home. Mother’ll like that. I’ll take up bookkeeping and be ready for a higher position.” It showed the boy’s good stuff that he kept to these resolutions, though he had to set his teeth to do it. Six months from that time a message from Mr. Mundy surprised him. He went once more into the little office and the prompt business man broached the subject at once. “James Barton has fallen sick, and isn’t likely to get well in a hurry. The position is yours if you wish to take it. I’ve watched you all these months. I’ve seen that the bitter pill did you good. A young man who can break off evil associations short and sharp, as you did, is the one for me.” George lifted a frank face —no shame in it now. “I’ve wanted to thank you, sir,” he said. “It’s been the making of me. And now you offer me the place.” His features worked with emotion, but, of course, a boy never cries, and he soon brought them into a smile. ‘l’ll be glad to come.” A year later George Martin was Mr. Mundy’s bookkeeper ; while the shiftless members of the street corner brigade wondered why he had such good luck and they didn’t. BAD MANNEBB EXPENSIVE. No policy pays like politeness. Bad manners are the most expensive luxuries in the world. Good manners go further than letters of recommen dation —like the gold standard, they are current the world around. Levity of manners is prejudicial to success, but it is possible to be too dignified—you can put a man into a jacket so straight as to crush all the life out of him. Take two men with equal ability and possessing the same opportunities, and the obliging, the conciliating man will become rich, while the rude and disobliging man will starve. 11l mannered people are shunned, while affability wins at every turn. Chesterfield said : “Oil your mind and your manners to give them the necessary suppleness and flexibility — strength alone will not do so.” Don’t let ice water get into your veins. Kind words will do more than a fat purse, and a smiling coun tenance than a “pull.” The art of pleasing is synonymous with the art of rising in the world. — Dr. Madison C. Peters. An English paper tells a story of some children’s theatricals. A party of children were giving a little drama of their own, in which courtships and weddings played a leading part in the plot. While the play was in progress one of the “grown ups” went behind the scenes and found a very small girl sitting in the corner. “Why are you left out?” he asked. “Aren’t you playing, too?” “Oh, I’se not left out,” came the reply. “I’s the baby waiting to be horned.” Not every cook knows that all veg etables that grow under the ground should be put to cook in cold water. This includes potatoes, turnips, car rots and onions. Those that grow on top the ground, such as beans, peas, spinach and corn, should have boiling water poured over them. If left uncovered they will retain their fresh, green look. Sympathy in the abstract makes • no impression on a man with an empty stomach. THE OLD HYXNB. There’s lot o’ music in ’em, the hymns of long ago. . An’ when some gray-headed brother sings the ones I used to know, l I sorter want to take a hand—l think of days gone by, “On Jordan's stormy banks I stand and cast a ; wistful eye.” There’s lots o’ music in ’em—these dear sweet hymns of old, . With visions bright of lands of light and shining , streets of gold; And I hear ’em ringing—singing, where Mem'ry ' dreaming, stands, r “From Greeland’s icy mountains to India's coral > strands.” They seem to sing forever of holier, sweeter days, When the lilies of the love of God bloomed white in all the ways; i And I want to hear their music from the old time meetin’s rise Till “I can read my title clear to mansions in the skies.” We never needed singin’ books in;them old days, we knew The words—the tunes of every one the dear old hymn book through! We didn’t have no trumpets then—no organs built for show; We only sang to praise the Lord "from whom all blessings now.” An’ so I love the dear old bymns, and when my time shall come— Before the light has left me, and my singing lips dumb: — If I can only hear em’ then, I’ll pass without a sigh, “To Canaan’s fair and happy land, where my possessions lie 1" AHEBICAN FBEBIDENTB. George Washington lived two years and nine mouths aiter retirement. John Adams lived twenty-five years and three months. Thomas Jefferson lived seventeen years and three months. James Madison lived nineteen years and three months. James Monroe lived six years and four months. John Quincy Adams lived nineteen years and served in the House of Representatives. Andrew Jackson lived eight years and three months. Martin Van Buren lived twenty one years and four mouths. William Henry Harrison died pre cisely one month after his inaugura tion, April 4th, 1841. John Tyler lived seventeen years after his retirement. James K. Polk lived three months. Zachary Taylor died in office six teen months after his inauguration. Millard Fillmore lived twenty-one years after his retirement. Franklin Pierce, twelve years and seven months. James Buchanan, six years and eleven months. Abraham Lincoln died in office. Andrew Johnson lived six years and four months after retirement and served a portion of a term in the United States Senate. U. S. Grant lived eight years and four months after retirement. Rutherford B. Hayes, eleven years and eleven months. James A. Garfield died four months after his inauguration. Chester A. Arthur survived one year aud eight months after retire ment. Grover Cleveland, ten years and seven months. Benjamin Harrison, eight years. William McKinley died in office. The average period of life of the eighteen Presidents after they left the White House was twelve years and ten months. The only ex-President for whom the government has ever done anything in a pecuniary way was General Grant, who was restored to the retired list of the army and re ceived the pay of a general for several years before death. The widows of Presidents Grant, Hayes, Garfield and McKinley were voted pensions of $5,000 each. PINGS’ LOVE AFFAIB. Pings, the bookkeeper, was in love. In fact, the new stenographer had him so dazzled that he was getting seven shaves a week, waxing the ends of his mustache and memorizing whole pages of love sonnets. One day his hair fairly curled with pleasure as she handed him her ink eraser to sharpen, and when he re turned it he beamed on her and said: “Miss Peachly, if there is one thing I can do well it is to sharpen a knife, and whenever you have any of this work to be done please let me attend to it for you. Really, I will consider it a favor.” The next morning she brought down to the office a couple of pen knives for him to practice his skill on and two days later three pairs of shears, and after those had been at tended to she handed him a package and said : “Here are some razors, Mr. Pings. Father and the boys have such a time to keep them sharp, and I know how you love to do the work. I’ll bring them to you every month.” Pings’ jaw dropped when he open ed the package and found twelve dull razors, and when he crawled into bed at midnight after working on the blades all evening he vowed it would be the last job of the kind he would ever do. But it wasn’t. The very next day the handsome stenographer handed him another par cel, and this time it was several carv ing knives that needed attention, and it took just one smile to make him forget hisvow. This might have end ed the matter for a time had not the office force caught ou to what the bookkeeper was doing and then the boys decided to have some fun at his expense. Pings came down to the ; office one morning to find on his desk ’ a hoe, an ax, a shovel, several ancient I swords and a pickax, and pinned to the latter was a piece of paper on which was written : “Please sharpen these at once, Mr. Pings. Will bring down the lawn mower tomorrow. ” But Pings was through. When he had recovered from his astonishment [ he wasn’t three minutes in looking for another position. — A. B . Lewis in Judge. Old Hunks—When I came to this town, sixteen years ago, real estate f in the block where I live was higher . than it is now. Old Hewligus—lt would be so in any block where you’d settle down. r Some men outlive their usefulness and others never have any. ESTABLISHED 1850. SIZES OF BOOKS. The words “folio,” “quarto,” “octavo,” “duodecimo” and the like have almost, if not quite, lost their original meaning. At first they had reference only to the number of leaves into which the sheets used in making the book were folded. Thus if these sheets were folded once the book was called a folio ; if the sheets were fold ed twice, so as to form four leaves, the book was called a quarto; if they were folded four times, so as to form eight leaves, the book was called an octavo, and so on. The duodecimo, or i2mo, is an ir regular size. To make it the sheet must be folded so as to form twelve leaves. Fold one third of the width of a sheet lengthwise on itself. Next fold the paper across its breadth in the center. Next fold the sheet across its length—that is, fold the two leaves on the four. Finally fold it again across and in such shape that it may easily be sewed in with others to form a book. But though, strictly and historical ly, quarto, octavo, etc., have refer ence solely to the manner of folding the sheet, they are, as a matter of com mon practice, used to specify the sizes of books. If the sheets on which books are printed were of uniform size a quarto page would be as unvarying an area as a square foot or an acre, and be fore the invention of machines for making paper there was much uni formity to be found in the sizes of sheets. But when paper making machines were introduced and the use of molds was abandoned sheets came to be made of all dimensions. As a result quartos and octavos had all sorts of dimensions, and the terms, when used strictly to indicate how the sheet was folded, became worthless as designa tions of size. The use of the old terms was nevertheless not abandoned, but instead they were first used to in dicate a rather wide range of sizes and finally were attached to certain more definate sizes, without reference to the method of folding. The practice of the publisher now adays is first to determine what size of page he wants. The sheet he uses will be large or small, according to the capacity of the press at his dispo sal. On that sheet he may print, say, eight octavo pages, or he may print thirty-two, but he will cal! the book an octavo, though by its folding it should be called either a quarto or a i6mo. In other words, the publisher calls his book by the name of that one of the old sizes to which it happens to come nearest. The confusion resulting from the changes noticed here has not passed away yet, but efforts have been made to give definiteness to the old words.— New York Tribune. WANTED THEM SAVED. The nomination of a Mr. Shrigley of Philadelphia, a Universalist, for the position of chaplain for the hospital was not met with favor on all sides, and a delegation of protestants went to Washington to see President Lin coln on the subject. The following interview was the result: “We have called, Mr. President, to confer with you regarding the ap pointment of Mr. Shrigley of Phila delphia as hospital chaplain.” “Oh, yes,” replied the President. “I have sent bis name to the Senate, and he will no doubt be confirmed at an early date.” One of the young men replied, “We have not come to ask for the appoint ment, but to solicit you to withdraw the nomination.” “Ah,” said Lincoln, “that alters the case. But on what grounds do you wish the nomination withdrawn?” The answer was, “Mr. Shrigley is not sound in his theological opinions.” The President inquired, “On what questipns is the gentleman unsound ?’ ’ “He does not believe in endless punishment. Not only so, sir, but he believes that even the rebels them selves will be finally saved,” was the reply. “Is that so?” inquired the Presi dent. The members of the committee re sponded, “Yes, sir.” “Well, gentlemen, if that is so and there is any way under heaven where by the rebels can be saved, then, for God’s sake and their sakes, let the man be appointed.” Mr. Shrigley was appointed and served until the end of the war. — Boston Post. A BELATED BEFOBKATION. One of the easiest going, most shift less individuals that ever drifted through life, too lazy to travel any way except with the current, was Sam Doolittle. Sam was born tired and never outgrew it. Being behind hand was a chronic complaint with him, and it finally got so that nobody really expected anything else of him. In the course of time Sam died. The funeral arrangements had been made and the announcement sent out when, owing to other engagements of the officiating clergyman, it was found necessary to change the time to an hour ahead, and as a consequence the body reached the ceraetary con siderable earlier than the original schedule had contemplated. As the procession entered the gate and halted the old gravedigger, who had not been notified of the change of time, dropped his spade in surprise and asked: “Is that Sam Doolittle you’ve got there?” Upon being assured that it was he shook his head dubiously and croaked: “Well, if that is Sam Doolittle he must have turned over a new leaf all of a sudden. I’ve known him, boy an’ man, for over fifty years, an’ this is the first trip he ever took that I knew him to get started ahead of time !” —New York Times. Keep your face always to the sun i shine and the shadows will fall behind you.