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ji Make Life Worth Living. j; S | Hard times come to most everybody. Life s < , i 1 /1J has more ups than downs. Right now, while ll ]> < | > 111! yon are making, yon onght to be saving; || M j < * % AMI j then when the downs come yon have some- I US*. *, i ’ thing on which to fall back. ] > < J Where Is the money yon have been earning <’ ] i / *2y all these years? Ton spent It and somebody 1 , l * -y/11 else pat it la the Bank. Why don’t yon pat ’> ' /II yonr own money in the Bank for yonrself ? 11l ’ < | S J ll Why let the other fellow Bank what yon If < , Be Independent and Start a Bank Account for Yourself With j; ijThe Towson National Bank,:; TOWSON, MD. j| DIRBCTOHS. |; j! JOHN CROWTHER, President; D. H. RICE, Vice-President; <| 3 001. Walter S. Franklin. Lewis M. Bacon, J > -1 Hon. J. Fred. C. Talbott, Wilton Creenway, < ’ \ > John 8. Blddleon, Ernest C. Hatch. J, <; W. 0. ORAUMER, Cashier. ;; THE COMMERCIAL BANK OF MARYLAND BELVEDERE AVENUE, Near Reisterstown Road, ARLINGTON, Md. —o ■ CAPITAL STOCK, $25,000. ■ 0" nsro'w opeint for BXJSxnsrFSS- ■ 0 ■"— Does a general Banking Business In all that is consistent with safe and careful man agement. The location of onr Bank makes it the most convenient place for a large number of residents of Baltimore county to transact their financial business. During the short time our Bank has been open for business the. amount of deposits has reached a success far In excess of our expectations. We have a SAVINGS DEPARTMENT and pay interest on money deposited there. Call and see us and we will explain why it will be to your advantage to open an account with us. Prompt attention given to all collection business entrusted to us. ■ 0 ■■■■ —:OFFIOERS: — CHAS. T COCKEY, Jr., JOHN K. CULVER, Ist Vice-President. CHARLES E. SMITH, President. HOWARD E. JACKSON, 2d Vice-President. Cashier. -:DIREOTORS: CHARLES T. COCKET, Jr., HOWARD E. JACKSON, ROBERT H. McMANNS, ARTHUR F. NICHOLSON, J. B. WAILEB, MAX ROSEN, JOHN K. CULVER, GEORGE W. ALT, H. D. HAMMOND, J. FRANK SHIPLEY, H. D. EASTMAN. Dec. 28—ly Second National Bank TOWSON, IMxL. MMk We invite the accounts of Individuals, Firms, Corporations, Societies, //Hj Execntors, Administrators, Trustees, Ac. A— o—* A No account too large for us to handle with safety, and none too small II R J( J l * v Collections Made. Loans Negotiated. Banking in All Its Branches. tf EVERY POSSIBLE ACCOMMODATION FOR OUR DEPOSITORS. -I OFFICERS Thomas W. Offutt, Elmer J. cook, l vice-presidents. tho 3. j. Meads, President. Harrison Rider, ’ Cashier. THOMAS W OFFUTT. W. BERNARD DUKE, HENRY C. LONQNECKER, ELMER J COOK, WM. A. LEE, Z. HOWARD ISAAC, HARRISON RIDER, CHAS. H. KNOX, NOAH E. OFFUTT, VoHN I YELLOTT. w. GILL SMITH, JOHN V. SLADE. 2sUscellaueotis. 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I also took 3 first and 5 second prizes at Timonium Fair last fall. for batching, SI.OO per 13. FRANK C. WOOD. Feb. 80-ly] Towson, Balto. county, Md. EGGS for HATCHING BARRED PLYMOUTH ROCK, BUFF ORPINGTON. : : 75c. for 13 Packed for Shipment. 50c. for 13 at My Yards. ; : : 49-Call and see my stock.*®* SAITL D. MARKLEY, I^^,^ Feb. 27—ly SPECIALJIOTICEr MESSRS. GEO. M. GARDNER & CO. 181 Light Street, Baltimore, Md., Desire to inform those whom it may concern that they have on hand New & Old Canvas of All Weights 4 Sizes Which they will make up for you into Wagon Covers, Hay Covers, THRESHING CLOTHS, AND COVERS OF ANY KIND AND FOR ALL PURPOSES, At most reasonable rates. A call is respectfully solicited. Mail orders given prompt attention. May B—3m* WANTED— large trees, WaM, Poplar, Chestnut and Oak. Apply to or address— JAMES W. SHEA, Apl. 10—tf] LUTHERVILLE, Md. PSITSITYIES IN ALL SHADES, From $15.00 to $30.00. HARRY W. GANSTER, 512 and 514 North Gay Street, BALTIMORE, Md. 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WAGNER, Florist, W. JOPPA ROAD, TOWSON, Md. C. & P. Phone—Towson 8-F. [Nov. 21—ly E. SCOTT PAYNE CO. 362 and 364 N. Gay Street, Baltimore, Md. Headquarters for Blacksmith and Horseshoers’ Supplies and Builders’ Hardware, Bar Iron, Steel Springs. Axles. Wheels. Shafts, 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 For “The Union.” > THE OLD WAVEBLY SCHOOL. > Dedicated to Teacher* and Schoolmate*. > BY GEORGE E. TACK. > A song for the year* of old, > All gleamed with memory's gold. 1 A song for the school-boy days we knew, 1 Of loyal hearts, and friendships true. Of dreams that vanished with the light > Of later years, and clearer sight, ■ As came we through the mist and night, ’ Into the dawn of the Infinite. A song for the school we loved. From it our hearts ne’er roved. I n the old rooms oft we wandered through Time’s fields of learning, strange and new. We heard each poet’s deathless song Like bugles singing clear and strong; Or down the ages past we went And drank its knowledge, richly blent. A song for the girls we loved 1 From them our hearts have roved. For us their warm lips have grown cold. Yet we remember days of old. As memory points with shining hand Far back to youth’s enchanted land. And 0. for one brief, joyous day. Like those we spent in heedless way. A song for the quiet dead. Deep in each narrow bed. As the winds sweep over the strings of gold They breathe of opal dawns of old, When jewels sparkled o’er the leas. And voices drifted on each breeze. Out In the orchards of bloom went we And dreamed of the fruitful years to-be. A song for our old school home. And paths we glad did roam ; For the road to fame holds many a thorn And hearts wax old, and feet are torn; The skies hold storms, as far we go. And soon the fields are white with snow. So I sing of the old school days. And of childhood’s primrose ways. AN OLD-FASHIONED DBESS. BY ZELIA MARGARET WALTERS. Isn’t it tough that a man with plenty of money can’t give a cent to the girl that he’d gladly give his life for. And that, too, when he knows the girl needs the money badly. I’m not a bloated plutocrat, by any means, but I’ve got the best farm in Allen county and I’ve money in the bank, and altogether I’m what our folks call well fixed. When I first heard of Alice I was interested, and that was odd, because I heard from that cross old Miss Donaldson. Alice bad lost her mother about a year before, and had had a sick spell so that she wasn’t able to work. Her money was all gone, and she had come to Miss Donaldson— who was her father’s sister —for a while. Of course she didn’t like it that a weakly, dependent girl was coming to her. And generally I don’t take to the frail kind of girls myself. But somehow, behind Miss Donaldson’s grumbling, I seemed to see this little lady making a brave fight in the big, cruel city. Some way the big city makes me think of wild beasts when I stand on a crowd ed down-town street. And this girl had been fighting for her mother and herself. But she lost her mother and then she got to the end of her strength. After she came to us she began to pick up right away, and she’d have got along lots faster if she hadn’t known that her aunt grudged her every mouthful she ate. I went up to Miss Donaldson’s the day after I knew she was to come. And she looked just like I had thought she would, only lots nicer. I hadn’t counted on that dimple at the corner of her mouth when she smiled, nor the shiny look in her hair. And she was so friendly, 100, when I’d been thinking she’d be sort of haughty at first. But she was just as nice and pleasant as one of our own girls. Before I knew it I was telling her all about what I was going to do with the new sugar camp, and the ideas I was carrying out in the young peach orchard, and she seemed interested. When I was going home I thought what a duffer I was to talk about those things to a city girl, but the next time I went she asked me about them. And she knew what I was talking about, too. In our neighborhood it wouldn’t be considered decent for a man to ask a girl to marry him the first day they met, like they often do in story-books. Besides, I couldn’t believe that she would ever have me. I kept wish ing every day that something would happen so I could do something won derful, and then maybe she would want to have me. But of course things went on in the old way. Every - time I went to see her it seemed to me more unlikely that she’d ever have me. But just the same, I counted up what would be the shortest possible time in which people would consider it respectable for us to be engaged. I found cut that the minister had asked Judge Munson’s daughter after he had been with her five weeks, and Tom Artly had asked Carrie Andrews just seven weeks after the Andrews i moved to the valley. Those two 1 were the shortest, and I thought six weeks a good compromise. I meant to try anyway. None of the Mathe sons would do without what they’d like to have for want of asking for it , —aye, and working and fighting for • it, too, if need be. i It was just after I’d settled this in ' my mind that I heard about the grand ball that Company F was going to give in the armory at Allentown. I asked Alice to go with me. At first she looked so pleased about it, but after awhile she said she guessed she couldn’t go. It made me feel mighty uncomfortable. I was sure that she’d ' rather go with someone else. But it ? was mother that told me the real reason. She had been up there, and Miss Donaldson had said that Alice 9 mentioned the ball, but she had no dress to wear there. 1 “I suppose she thought I’d offer to get her one, but I told her I had enough to do to feed her,” Miss Don aldson said to her mother. ‘‘She - came here with hardly enough to cover her, and I had to send her money for her railroad ticket. When • she wants new clothes she’ll go to work and earn them.” ‘‘lt’s a pity,” mother said to me when she told me, ‘‘that someone I don’t take that girl away from there. It’s hard to see how she can be any kin to such a stingy, grasping crea ture as Miss Donaldson. They do y say that Dr. Davis is going there ■ right steady.” Dr. Davis, indeed ! Of course he’s ; all right for a doctor, but he’s not the !i man for Alice. I looked at mother e hard to see if she meant any hint for a me about taking Alice away. But a she looked so innocent that I didn’t h dare to tell her what I wanted to do. TOWSON, HD., SATURDAY, MAY 22, 1909. j At least not until I knew what Alice | would say about it. But you can guess I didn’t have a comfortable day. My Alice couldn’t go with me because she needed a new dress ! I thought of mother’s black silk, and brown silk, and gray silk (that she was saving to wear to my wedding), and there was my pocket book with a big roll of bills, and yet I couldn’t give Alice a dress. But that afternoon I took the interurban car to the city, and I walked through the biggest department store there. At last I saw just what I wanted. It was hanging up over a counter. It was a soft, silky kind of stuff, the palest blue, with a sort of silver lines through it. I told the girl to cut off enough to make a dress for a young lady, and to be sure and give me plenty. She was a nice, obliging kind of a girl, and I asked her if she wouldn’t get all the rest of the things that would go to make the dress, and she did. That evening I got Alice to take a walk with me, and we went through the short cut over the pasture, and there in the path lay a bundle. Alice sat down on a stump and opened it. And how her eyes sparkled when she saw the blue cloth and lace. ‘‘lsn’t that just a dream,” she said, and I felt pretty big to think I’d picked out the right thing. ‘‘Now who do you think could have lost it,” she went on. Well, my heart dropped at that. What an idiot I was not to think that when you found a package of course someone had lost it. ‘‘We must try to find out right away,” said Alice, ‘‘because anyone would feel deadful to lose a dress like that. I suppose it’s someone that is going to that ball. You ought to know David, who in this neighbor hood might have lost it.” I pretended to be thinking, and I was thinking of some way out. But I couldn’t name anyone who might have lost it. ‘‘We must put an advertisement in the paper,” said Alice. ‘‘Will you attend to it David, and right away, for I know the girl that lost it will be dreadfully anxious.” ‘‘l’ll send it into town with the postman in the morning, and it will be in the evening paper,” I answered. I remember some fairy stories that my Irish grandmother used to tell me when I was a bit of a chap, and I said : “Maybe it’s a fairy gift for you, Alice. It looks as if it was meant for you.” “Oh 1” she said, “I wish we could believe in fairy gifts yet. I’m afraid I’m envying the girl that owns it.” Well, there I was as bad off as before. Alice wouldn’t have the dress because she thought it belonged to someone else. I thought of getting another, and asking Miss Donaldson to give it to her. But Miss Donald son would have been sure to tell sooner or later, and besides the ex planations would have been quite em barrassing. But the day of the ball someone called me to the telephone, and I heard Alice’s voice. Did I still intend to go to the ball, and had I arranged to take someone else? No, I had never thought of such a thing. Then if I wanted to call for her she would go with me. I was ready to shout for joy, but I managed to say I would call for her. When Alice came down the stairs that evening she looked as if she just stepped out of a picture. She had some kind of a flowered ruffled dress on. “Do you like it!” she said laugh ing. “Auntie has been so kind. She gave me this lovely thing out of an old chest In the attic. One of our great grandmothers used to wear it. The only trouble was that Auntie wouldn’t let me alter it in any way. So I must go looking like my great grandmother, that is, if you think I will do.” I tried to be quite calm when I told her that she would do. I kept re minding myself that it lacked two weeks of the six. The ball was surely a grand affair. All the county seemed to be there. Alice was so popular with the soldier boys that I was afraid I wasn’t going to get a dance. But she saved two for me. How pretty she was with her shining eyes and pink cheeks. None of the men knew it if the dress was queer, but some of the girls look ed as if they knew it. After our sec ond dance together Alice said she wanted a breath of air, so we went out and walked up and down on the long balcony. Just as we were turn ing to come back toward the door Lena Andrews came out with a young man. “Did you see Alice Donaldson,” Lena said. She has one of those sharp voices, and we could hear her : clear to the other end of the balcony. “Doesn’t she look too funny ? I’d have stayed at home before I’d have come in such a thing as that. It’s ages old. Miss Donaldson’s been try ; ing to give it away every time we’ve : had an entertainment in the last five years, and no one would have it.’’ “It is queer,” said the man, “but i it would be kind of nice if those things [ came in style again. She looks right nice in it.” : I pressed Alice’s hand at that. I was so mad at that cat of an Audrews girl that I forgot what I was doing, i “Oh! do you think so,” said Lena, ) shriller than ever. When we passed a window I saw : tears in Alice’s eyes. And at that : something seemed to come right up in my throat and choke me. r “I hope you don’t mind what the jealous thing said,” I whispered. > “Oh ! no,” she said but her voice ; was trembly. “How could I when you have been so kind?” 5 Then I just said to myself that the : two weeks could go hang. And I r put my arms around her and said, r “Alice, I want the right to take care t of you always,” and I said lots more, t I never would have supposed that I . could think of so much to persuade s her. And after awhile Alice whis pered yes. We didn’t go in again i right away bat some man that had : the next dance came looking for Alice ’ and I bad to let her go. I went in to watch her dance and : tried to make myself understand that she was really my Alice now. When we were on our way to supper we passed close by Mrs. Grant, who is the wife of the Judge, and easily the most fashionable woman in the town, and we heard her say to her friends, ‘'lsn’t that girl in flowered silk too charming ?” I pressed Alice’s hand again. “Of course all sorts of lovely things will happen tonight,” she whispered back to me. “This is my perfect night, I expect even fairy gifts.” I started a little at that, and when I looked at her she was laughing. Wise little Alice ! She knew all the time. 1— The Housewife. EMPLOYER AND EMPLOYEE. Employees often queer themselves with their employers by a habit of arguing with them. While your em ployer, if progressive, will be anxious to get hints and suggestions, he does not like to have about him employees who always try to give the impression that they know more about his busi ness than he does himself. The average employer, even though he may be wrong in his position, does not like to be told of it or to be cor rected by an employee; in other words, the arguing employee is always dis credited and makes an unfavorable impression upon his employer, which often overbalances a great deal of ability. If you wish to get on, try to make your employer feel as comfortable as possible. Do not cross him or argue that a thing should be done this way or that way. Do it the way he tells you to do it. A great many employees are con-, stantly putting stumbling-blocks in their own way—tripping themselves up by creating a prejudice against themselves in their employer’s mind. We often hear an employer say such a person is able, but is disagreeable— that he has unfortunate peculiarities, or idiosyncrasies, or makes him feel uncomfortable. Make good. Make it a rule, what ever is given you to do, whatever re sponsibility is thrust upon you, to make good. Do not leave things half finished, or do them in a slipshod, slovenly manner. Build them to a complete finish ; put your trade-mark upon whatever passes through your hands, so that it will stand the test of your employer’s scrutiny and increase your own self-respect. In spite of the fact that thousands of employees are looking for positions, on every hand we see employers look ing for sotnpiwijr wrho can “deliver the goods,” a salesman who will not say that, if conditions were right, if everything were favorable, if it were not for the panic, he could sell the goods. Everywhere employers are looking for someone who can do things, no matter what the conditions may be. I know two traveling salesmen who go out from different houses over sim ilar territory with the same line of goods. One of them sells four or five times as much goods in a year as the other. He always returns to his house with big orders. He gets a very large salary because of his ability to sell. This man starts out with the expec tation to sell. The other man gets a very small salary, just barely enough to enable him to hold on to his job, because obstacles seem so great to him. He returns oftener with ex cuses for not selling than with orders. He does not have the ability to anni hilate difficulties, to overcome obsta cles, which the other man has. He brings back to his house small orders, because he cannot overcome the ob jections of his customers, cannot con vince them that they want what he has to sell. People who would do things in this world must have the “get there” abil ity, the power to do what to others seems impossible. THEY WERE SWINDLED. Richard Mansfield, the recently de ceased actor, hired a private secretary a few years ago, but was compelled to discharge him because he could not spell and was otherwise rather lame in the matter of education. When the young man had received the no tice of his dismissal he went to the actor and asked for an explanation. “The fact is,” he was told, “your education Is too meager for the re quirements of the position.” Greatly offended, the ex-secretary exclaimed: “Why, sir, my parents spent $5,000 on my education.” “Then, my dear boy,” said the ac tor, “I would advise them to Institute proceedings for the recovery ot the money. They were swindled.” Another story told of him was his witty reply to the promoters who came to him for capital to float “the great est scheme since Col. Sellers’ time.” They painted their prospects in more colors than the rainbow, and their op timistic verbage was more brilliant than an autumn sunset. Mr. Mansfield listened ; then asked, with delicious sangfroid: “Do you know why the Lord said to Ananias, ‘Stand forth’?” Upon receiving a negative reply he said: “Well, I don’t, either, unless it was that you three could stand first, second and third.” _ Josiah Quincy, the prominent Bos ton politician, was walking near the City Hall, when he heard an Irish laborer accost another thus: “That’s Josiah Quincy.” “An’ who’s Josiah Quincy?” the other asked. “I niver see such ignorance,’ re joined the first. “He’s the grandson of the statue you see in the yard.” The man who has a brilliant op portunity to say “I told you so” and who refrains needs no other testimo nial as to his self-control. TRICKS IN SMUGGLING. J Too few people think it a crime to * swindle the customs. For that rea -2 son many bright and brainy persons think hard how to get goods from 1 abroad without paying toll to Uncle 1 Sam. As most of the successful oper * ators in this line are women, who 5 have more time to think about such 3 things than men, it can be imagined i that the customs officers have to be * eternally alert to protect the govern > ment. } The avenues through the steamship passenger route are pretty carefully guarded, and as comparatively few * people go abroad the great mass of ‘ dwellers in this protected land are ; debarred from sharing in the humor ; ous little game of hide the diamond or smuggle the silk. But there is an : other avenue that is being used en thusiastically by the anti-duty aggre gation. It is the United States mail. With the immense volume of for eign mail delivered to this country it i it is manifestly impossible to open : and examine every package that seems to contain newspapers or merely a i bulky letter to see whether or not i some dutiable article is concealed i therein. So far as it is possible, how ever, it is done, and the addressee has to go to the postoffice and pay duty on the amount at which the dutiable article is appraised. i The custom house experts at the postoffice have their hands full check mating the clever moves of those who are constantly devising new ways to disguise dutiable things as innocent looking parcels. “We used to pass cakes through without question,” said one of the ex aminers. “It seemed too bad to lay hands on a Christmas pudding sent by relatives in England to some exile in this country. It also disturbed the sentimental side of a customs officer to demolish a section of wedding cake that had been sent from the old home in Germany to Fritz in America. So we let these sacred things pass through. One of the customs men heard that a neighbor had obtained a new watch from abroad. It bad come through duty free, and the gleeful girl who was wearing it could not keep quiet about the clever way the postoffice had been deluded. It seems the watch had been baked right into the cake and had come through without discovery. Now, this forced us to take some step to prevent a repetition of such smartness, and ever after that we held on to all cakes or puddings that came in packages through the mail. A letter is sent to the person to whom the package is addressed, and this person (it is almost always a woman) has to come to the postoffice and cut the cake or slice the pudding right in front of the customs officer. Do we catch a Tartar occasionally ? Well, yon may take it for granted that any one who would try this trick is a Tartar, to begin with, and so we don’t get off without a scene when the cut ting time comes. “A trick that fooled us for a time was the sending through the mail of one glove a trifle creased to give the idea that it was merely a worn glove that had been left in Europe by a tourist. With the glove would come a letter to that effect. ‘You went away without one of your gloves,’ etc. Of course we passed it through unsuspectingly. But we got so many of these that it began to look suspi cious. So we held on to one of them, and by the next mail there came an other glove from the same address to the same person. The glove was the fellow to the other. Then we got an other left hand glove and later the right hand glove to match it. The trick was simplicity. Gloves were being sent through in quantities, oue at a time. ‘ ‘But the queerest trick we exposed the other day. A woman was accumu lating a large stock of fancy corsets without troubling about the duty that should have been paid on them. The trick was to send half a corset through i the mail. We knew of no rule about paying duty on half a corset. It ap > peared to us to be a mere remnant of the up to date woman’s attire and not important enough to consider as duti able. “So we passed the half corset along ’ and thought no more of it. But half corsets began to drop in with all too great frequency. It looked as though i corset remnants had suddenly attained i considerable importance in some one’s estimation. So one of the men put : it up to his wife, and she took some thing less than a fraction of a second * to puncture the scheme. The half corset was useless in itself, but when the other half arrived there was a r French corset ready for wearing, i “We find fine silks done up in packages of herbs, watches, diamond * rings and bracelets concealed in the ; leaves of books in holes cut for the ; purpose and separate diamonds hid den away in bottles of transparent i liquid where the gem is scarcely visi i ble. No doubt many dutiable articles - escape us, but we are getting wiser ’ every day to the tricks of the mail ! smugglers.” — H. Y. Tribune. I One time when he was quite a young man Lincoln hired a livery . stable horse to attend a convention i where he expected to be nominated . for some office. The horse went so \ slow that when he reached there the f convention was over and the other l fellow nominated. On his return he 1 irately asked the stable keeper if the horse was good for anything at all. “Yes, for drawing the hearse to fu ' nerals,” was the reply. Lincoln ad -2 vised him earnestly never to send that 1 horse to a funeral, for if he did judg ment day would arrive before the corpse reached the grave. Mrs. Jones— “Are you aware, * Mrs. Skinbone, that your dog has just bitten mv little Willie?” Mrs. Skinbone—“What, your Wil - lie who only just got over scarlet 1 fever? O, Mrs. Jones, if anything - should happen to Fido I’d never for give you.” A PARTNERSHIP. Said the base-ball bug To the lazy germ, “We’re getting close To the heated term. When the skies will shine Like a sheet of flame And the crowds will gather To watch the game. I’ll chase the players From base to base While you tempt men To a shady place. Where they can gaze Till their souls enthuse And yell at the umpire All they choose. We’ll show the world On a summer hour How the smallest may oft Exert most power. The statesmen great And the financier Will yield to the spell As we draw near. In affairs we will be A leading firm.” Said the base-ball bug To the lazy germ. Wathington Star. A DOG STORY. A good story is told in Dumb Ani mals of a red Irish setter dog belong ing to a Washington gentleman. The dog, however, lives on Penobscot Bay all the year round, in charge of a fisherman. Not long ago the dog, whose name is Pat, rescued no fewer than seven persons from a fishing smack that had been thrown on a reef in a heavy gale. The smack was wedged on one of the reefs on Great Spoon Island, about two hun dred feet from the shore. The men hoisted signals of distress, and were in momentary danger of being swept away. Tremendous waves were run ning, and the crowd of excited fisher men on shore knew that it would be fatal for them to attempt a rescue, as no boat in their possession could live in that sea. Suddenly the one who had in his care the dog Pat bethought him that the dog had been taught not only to retrieve, but to tow boats from one point to another, and often when a boat would get adrift he would be sent for it, and he would run his nose under the painter until be would come to the end of it, and he would take it in his teeth and fetch the boat to shore. Pat was at once called. A long cod line was attached to a piece of lath and flung as far as possible into the water. Pat promptly sprang in, swam to it and brought it to the shore. Several times he repeated the perfor mance. The fishermen were in de spair. The waves were splashing so high they could not direct the dog’s attention to the men on the reef. Finally Pat seemed to comprehend that there was something more seri ous on hand than he at first thought. He raised his head and looked intent ly over the water. His eye caught sight of the boat with its signal of distress and the waves dashing over it. When the lath with the cod-line attached was again thrown into the water Pat at once sprang after it, took the lath in his teeth, and instead of turning to the shore, struck out through the roaring surf to the reef. Many times he was buried under the naves, but nflei a few ujluulcs uf iu tense suspense he was seen clamber ing up the side of the reef, and a great shout went up as the imperilled sailors took hold of him and lifted him into the boat, in an almost ex hausted condition. In a brief time a strong rope was attached to the cod line. The men on shore were sig nalled to haul away, the rope was made fast to the reef and the shore, and one by one the men passsd hand over hand from their place of danger, the brave dog following when he got his second wind. MONEY OF THE RICH. A great reservoir of water undis tributed leaves men and women to perish of thirst and growing crops to parch and die. So also vaults bulg ing with stagnant money leave men and women to perish in abject pover ty and ripened crops to rot within the fields and orchards that grew them. Therefore what happens to the dollars of the millionaire is a question of the first importance. Those of us who believe in praying for material blessings will do well to pray long and earnestly that rich wo men will never cease to buy SIOO hats and si,ooo gowns, with diamonds and other jewels to match ; that they will continue to give balls and teas and en tertainments of the most expensive kind ; that they will be recklessly ex travagant in gewgews and folderols of every description, because it will be good for us who depend upon an income drawn from the multitude of operations involved in producing, mer chandising and transporting all those gewgaws and other gimcracks that go to keep extravagance at a high pitch. Let us hope that rich men’s sons will continue to spend their fathers’ money as foolishly as they are reputed to do —not because it will be good for them, but because it will be good to have the money poured into the wage earner’s money channels. Let us doubly hope that the rich men may be prospered in their money getting, because they will not let it lie idle. Whatever their wives and children do not spend they put into stocks and bonds and thereby turn it into the wage earner’s money chan nels. Let us be thankful, too, that neither the dollars of the rich nor the dollars of the poor are any value save as they go into the wage channels of active circulation. — F. IV. Hewes in Harper's Weekly. NO SAND IN SANDPAPER. “There is no sand in sandpaper,” said the manufacturer. “It is pow dered glass that does the business. That’s where the broken bottles go to.” He nodded toward a mass of broken bottles in the yard. “We powder the glass into half a dozen ; grades,” he said. “We coat our pa per with an even layer of hot glue. : Then without loss of time we spread on the glass powder. Finally we run a wooden roller lightly over the sheets to give them a good surface. When i in the past they made sandpaper of sand it wouldn’t do a quarter of the ■ work that glass paper does.” — Cin t cinnati Enquirer. r. . A LITTLE push will generally out last a strong pull. ESTABLISHED 1850. THE BOY WITH THE BEET. The boy in the car sat cuddled so close to the woman in gray, says the New York Sun, that everybody thought he belonged to her, so when he unconsciously dug his muddy shoes into the broadcloth skirt of his left hand neighbor she leaned over and said : “Pardon, me, madam, will you kindly make your little boy square himself around? He is soiling my skirt with his muddy shoes.” The woman in gray blushed a little and nudged the boy away. “My boy,” she said. “My good ness, he isn’t mine!” The boy squirmed uneasily. He was such a little fellow that he could not begin to touch his feet to the floor, so he stuck them out straight in front of him like pegs to hang things on and looked at them depre catingly. “I’m sorry I got your dress dirty,” he said to the woman on his left. “I hope it will brush off.” The timidity in his voice took a short cut to the woman’s heart and she smiled upon him kindly. “Oh, it doesn’t matter,” she said. Then as his eyes were still fastened upon hers, she added : “Going up town ?” “Yes, ma’am,” he said, “I always go alone. There isn’t anybody to go with me. Father’s dead and mother’s dead. I live with Aunt Clara over in Brooklyn, but she says Aunt Anna ought to help do something for me, so once or twice a week when she gets tired out and wants to go some place to get rested up she packs me off over here to stay with Aunt Anna. I’m going up there now. Sometimes I don’t find Aunt Anna at home, but I hope she will be home today, because it looks like it is go ing to rain.” The woman felt something move inside her throat and she said : “You are a very little boy to be knocked about in this way,” rather unsteadily. “Oh, I don’t mind,” he said. “I never get lost. But I get lonesome sometimes on these long trips and when I see anybody that I think I’d like to belong to I scrooge up close to her so that I can make believe I really am her little boy. This morn ing I was playing that I belonged to that lady on the other side of me, and I got soint’sted that I forgot all about my feet. That is why I got your dress dirty.” The woman put her arm around the tiny chap and “scrooged” him up so close that she hurt him, and every other woman who had overheard his artless confidence looked as if she would not only let him wipe his shoes on her dress, but would feel like spanking him if he didn’t. GBAHT SIGNED. General Grant has fitly been spok en of as “an unaffected great soldier. ’ ’ It may have been the bleeding of this large mindedness and lack of affecta tion that invariably made him so cour teously kind to any one who asked hisassistance, so generousin his praise of an opponent, even when that oppo nent was fighting him to the deatl\. The following little story emphasizes these qualities: After the fall of Fort Donelson, to prevent the needless violation of prop erty by either the army or by camp followers, protections were issued by the United States governmeut. To Miss C., whose six brothers were fighting in the Confederate army, such a protection was granted. It had been signed by all the command ers of the post in turn—by Buell, Rosecrans,Schofield,Sheridan, Grain• ger and many others —and the list was long and impressive. At last it became necessary for General Grant’s signature to be added. “When I entered the office,” says Miss C., “the general was smoking, his feet higher than his head. But he seemed instantly to stand upright before me, and his cigar was thrown away in a moment. “I handed him my protection. “ ‘You have rather a formidable list of names, ’ he said as he took it 1 from me. “ ‘And I hope that you will add yours to it and make it even more formidable,’ I replied. “For answer he sat down again, ready to put his signature at the end of the parchment, when he suddenly 1 stopped and looked at me. 1 “ ‘For how long do you wish this protection for your estate, Miss C. ?’ he asked. “ ‘Until the day of judgment, Gen eral,’ I answered boldly. “Then he smiled that sweet, quiz ’ zical smile ot his that made so many people, even when they were his ene mies, love him and said : “ ‘My dear young lady, you have ' great confidence in your armies ! But • with such courage and with such a F leader as General Lee I cannot won • der.’ Then, with a great flourish, he • added the words, ‘Till the day of judgment, Ulysses S. Grant,’ and ■ handed it back to me.” — Youth's : Companion. k [ FACTS ABOUT THE JEWS ( The number of Jews in the entire world is approximately 12,000,000 scattered among all the nations of the earth. ’ 01 this number, about 2,000,000 ■ are in America —half of these in New • York ; 190,000 in Chicago ; 100,000 > in Philadelphia; 80,000 in Boston ; i 50,000 in St. Louis, and the rest dis i tributed chiefly in other large cities. 1 In an area of a single square mile in ■ New York is a population of more ■ than 400,000 Jewish men, women and 1 children. 1 The Jews almost control the wealth s of the world. In Germany, nearly a one-half of the rich people are Jews, f Six sevenths of all the bankers of i Prussia are Jews, while only one in • 586 is a day laborer. Even the man who is thankful for what he gets sometimes forgets to be j thankful for what he doesn’t get.