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Somewhere in the length and breadth of our land. Our president one-day-to-be Plays "leap-frog" and "tag," with some lad whom the world Will yet a great orator see; For every swift hour that's speeding away, la helping to make the great men of some day! ta various nooks 'neath our star-spangled flag, Our future wise senators sit, tn session 'round histories, grammars and slates. With studious brows roughly knit;' Ind hearts all unconscious that they are to be Oright stars in America's proud destiny! Now, laddie, who knows but that you may be one Of our country's brave, valiant men Its chief, or a maker of laws, or a son Who'll bring glory by saber or pen ? A. name may be yours which to ends of the earth Will shine like a star o'er the land of your birth! Who knows? So, my lad, train your ener gies now. For what they may yet have to do. Be thorough! Let nothing be only half done Say nothing half-honest, half-true! Serve well in small things, howe'er humble their state. And then you'll be fitted to govern the great! -Golden Days. THE TAKAHE BIRD. It Is u. Native of New Zealand and Worth Much More Than Its . Weight tn Gold. Possibly the rarest of all feathered ireatures is the "takahe" bird of New Zealand. Science names "it Notornis Mantelli. The first one ever seen by white eyes was caught in 1849. A sec ond came to white hands in 1851. Like the first, it was tracked over snow and caught with dog's, fighting stoutly and uttering" piercing1 screams of rage until overmastered. Both became the prop erty of the British museum. After that It was not sepn nirain until 1S79. That THE TAKAHE BIRD. fear's specimen went to the Dresden museum, at the cost of a hundred guin eas. The fourth, which was captured last year in the fiords of Lake Te Anau. in New Zealand, has been offered to the government there for the tidy sum of 250. Thus it appears that the bird is pre cious; worth very much more than its weight in gold. The value, of course, comes of rarity. The wise men were be ginning to set it down as extinct. spnrpitp A&ire it nriiist lw wnrth lrrViTicr at a gorgeous creature, about the size 3f a big goose, with breast, head and neck of the richest dark blue, growing dullish as it reaches the under parts. Back, wings and tail feathers are olive green, and the plumage throughout has a metallic luster. The tail is very short, ind has underneath it a thick patch of soft, pure white feathers; Having wings, the Takahe flies not, resembling therein its remote con gener, the Diornis. The wings are not rudimentary, but the bird makes no at ' tempt to use them. This is the more wonderful, as it belongs to the family f rails, which is in the main a family f strong flyers. The legs are longish tnd very stout, the feet not webbed, ind furnished with sharp, powerful ;laws. Both legs and feet are a rich salmon red in color. The oddest feature f all, however, is the bill, an equilateral triangle of hard pink horn. Along the dge, where it joins the head, there is i strip of soft tissue much like the rudimentary comb of a barnyard fowl. The bird is a wader, but lives on srrain, the big beak to the contrary not withstanding. Dissection showed that this latest specimen had a crop full of jrass, snipped into bits from a quarter to an inch in length. Its habitat is the solder part of New Zealand, where it Qnds asylum among glacial lakes and Sords. Fossil remains show that it was jnce sparingly distributed over the whole country. If there is still a land where it is plenty it must lie mighty ;lose to ' the south pole. St. Louis G lobe-Democrat. Closest Shave on Record. - . Lumbermen were rolling logs down 1 bluff into the St. John's river, Canada. Near the foot of the hill there was a ilight ridge, and now and then a log would 'strike it and bound into the air, landing well out into the river. Some times7 a log went astray and got stuck, and then a man had to go down to dis lodge it. Once when this happened a man was prying at a log when two men :ame to the top of the bluff with an other log, and by some mischance it $tarted down. They called to the man Oelow, but there was no chance to seek shelter. Down rolled the log, gaining relocity with every foot, and then it struck the ridge, gave a great bound, ind went high over the man's head. The lumbermen call it the closest shave u record. A S wv, - WHITE ROBIN. How One of Tfceae Rare Creature Was Discovered by a Lover of Birds and Xatare. A large tract, not very far from Chi cago, unfrequented even by sportsmen, has been taken possession of by birds and "beasties." Hundreds of them live here the year round. Warm-weather birds spend the summer months here, and throngs of hardy little creatures shelter themselves here throughout the winter and listen for the spring. One day last September I pushed my way through this wood down to the creek to see what condition the fences were in for sometimes old Mosquito carries off the rails and to say good by to the summer birds. It was a lucky day for me. Besides being near to a lark when he rose with his song in his throat, I flushed a covey of quail from the edge of the brush, I heard a flicker drum his best tune on a half decayed limb, and, best of all, I saw a white robin! This was the way it happened: I was coming home about four o'clock, when just before me in a little open space on the ground were five or six robins, supping on some ber ries. Among them was one white as the driven snow. I could hardly be lieve my eyes. Involuntarily I stood still and riveted my gaze on the little albino. The flock lingered several sec onds on the ground and then flew, light ing in a tree not far away. I moved carefully till I could command sight oJ this tree, and in a few minutes I saw them fly again, this time to disappeaz in the tree tops. The fact which im pressed me most in my observation of this robin and its companions was that neither the white one nor the red breasts seemed conscious of any pe culiarity in its appearance. Unlike'th white blackbird of the old Latin, read er, the bird appeared to be on the most friendly terms with those around it picking up seeds and chirping with the rest. The little company was doubt less preparing to go south, for robin? are wont to gather in flocks in the woods just before migrating. All robins have more or less white in their feathers, but a robin perfectly white is extremely rare. Once in a great while Mother Nature, for some reason not understood by naturalists forgets to put any dark coloring mat ter in a robin's plumage. The young of this freak of nature are not neces sarily white, but they inherit a ten dency to albinism. Robins have a, habit of returning year after year to nest in the same place and if Prince White Feather spreads his wings in Mosquito creek woods next summer I know a person, who will be there to cultivate his acquaintance. Justine Iddings Baldwin, in Chicago Becord. HOW THEY ARE BURIED. Australia's Aborigines Have a Curt ous Way of Dlspoiing of Their Dead Friends. Among' the Australian aborigines strange customs prevail, wH?ch advanc ing civilization will not wipe out. The graves which they make are curious. Tall poles are arranged symmetrically above the place where the dead person is buried, and some of the poles over lap, forming a sort of skeleton wig wam. The others bear a resemblance in AN AUSTRALIAN GRAVE. a quaint way to telegraph poles, and the effect of the whole is something like that of a tenderly decorated but often times grotesque burial place of a ca nine pet or singing bird in a family oi civilized people whose children have taken it upon themselves to attend t the obsequies. When Otis Was Nonplused. Only once, it is said, has Gen. Elwell S. Oti3, the American commander in the Philippines, been nonplused. That was when as a boy he was a student in the Rochester academy. He was a natural leader, and for four years he kept the faculty in a state of agita tion. His most famous prank was the smuggling of a donkey into the class room, and tying the animal securely to the head professor's desk. When that gentleman made his appearance, he neither smiled nor exhibited any trace of anger. "Young gentlemen," he said, quietly, "I see you have wise ly chosen your instructor. Good morn ing." That time the laugh was on Otis. Old Cat Adopts Dnckllniri. A lot of little ducklings is a funny iamiiy tor a cat to nave, but in Salem county, N". J., there is just such a fam ily as this. Pussy had lived with the ducks in the? barnyard all her life, sleep ing among them every night, and when some one took all her little ones away she was lonely without them 13 little ducklings from an old mother duck. She carried them all down in the cellar, one by one, one night, so the mother duck could not coax them away, and when Mr. Allen, whn r.wn the cat and the ducks, went down in the cellar the next morning he found an me nine oaoy oucks middled abou tne cat keeping warm. A Happy Couple. 'They're such a happy couple I " "Outrageous he's blind and she's aeai ana aumo. "Yes, but he cant see her when she scolds mm," Judge. llr MISTRESS AND MAID. The Servant Trouble Is In a Large Measure Due to the Inefficiency of HomewWet. "I have always believed thoroughly that at the bottom of much, of the serv ant trouble lies the inefficiency of the average housewife," writes Helen Wat terson Moody, in the Ladies Home Journal. "How is it possible that an ignorant servant, though willing, should become capable, except through such training as a skilled mistress can give her, or how can a most efficient maid live up to her own ideals under a mistress who, having no training, and therefore no standards of her own, must be lacking in understanding and appreciation of the work of others? And yet if you ask almost any house keeper to define a good servant she will tell you it is one who relieves her from care and responsibility. What would be thought of the head of a banking house who estimated his employes sole ly accordingly to their ability to relieve him of the duties that properly belong to himself? The banker values a clerk who is able to obey orders intelligently, and upon whose fidelity he can rely, but he does not expect him to dp his thinking for him. You see, the trouble with us, as mistresses, is largely that we want to be relieved of the responsi bility that comes with home making, instead of accepting it as our chief con cern in life, studying it as we would any other profession, meeting all its requirements with skill and knowl edge, and seeing, back of all the trying and petty details, the dignity and value of the work we are doing. I do not wish to seem to undervalue the diffi culties of the profession. It is not an easy one; it is the hardest one I know, and it is often filled with details that are neither pleasant nor dignified. But so are the professions of medicine, of journalism, of law, and even the min istry." THE ART OF COOKING. It Lies in Knowing? How to Prepare One Dish In a Hundred Ap petising: Ways. No more should be cooked than is in tended to be eaten at one meal, says Mrs. Lemcke, the cooking expert. The true art of cooking lies not in cooking large pieces of meat, or in cake, bread and pastry baking, but in how to pre pare one kind of meat and fish in a hundred different ways, how to utilize everything so that nothing is wasted and to convert all that may be left from one meal to savory and palatable dishes for the next; to combine herbs, spices, onion, chives and garlic in such a way that all the ingredients are harmonious ly blended, that nothing predominates; that vegetables retain their natural flavors and are not spoiled by the in gredients added; that meat is cooked in such a way that nothing of its nu tritious value is lost. A great deal of the unhappiness of this world is due to poor food. Drunkenness, which is a craving for stimulating and intoxicat ing drinks, is a certain consequence of an injudicious diet. If all our women were better acquainted with the ele ments of the human system they would then know that no one can keep in good health unless these elements receive the proper nourishments to supply the waste of tissue. BELTS FOR SUMMER. they Will Be Sllsbtly Wider and Blore Elaborate Than Those Worn Last Season. Belts will be slightly wider this sum mer and in addition to the crushed silk and ribbon effects there will be various designs in skius, such as snake, mon- NEAT SUMMER BELT. key, alligator and goat, while among the metals will be enameled tin, gold, silver and aluminium. A white enameled belt striped with black is.quite the smartest thing among the metal belts. The overlapping end is finished in a sharp point and slipped through a strap of enameled tin. The buckle is of solid white enamel, or to vary the design it may be of old gold, bronze or other dark metal. For Early Spring Freoicle. Take one teaspoonful of powdered borax a ad dissolve it in one pint of rain water. Add one gill of butter milk. Bathe the face and hands at night before retiring. Use clear cold water next morning and your complex ion will be like satin. This is to be used at once as the mixture will not keep. It is just enough for one appli cation, and is excellent for removing freckles caused by the spring sun. Fasting; for Brain Workers. A number of feminine brain work- tr$ have come to the conclusion that they can do better work by going with out breakfast, eating only a light lunch eon and making six o clock dinner prac tically the only meal of the day. Many of those who have tried it declare that they have entirely overcome the faint ness that they felt at first, and that they are able to put their faculties to better use than evar before. SPORT WAS BEATEN. How a Chicago Know-It-AH Toiac Bfan Lost a Bet of Five Dollars to a Friend. The individual who is ready to bet on anything, who delights in being thought a "sport" and is ready to back his opinion with money, is sometimes a treat to his friends. One such man was walking along State street yesterday with a friend. The friend was a modest and unassum ing fellow, and when a stylishly dressed young woman passed them in the crowd of shoppers the betting man said: HE SPOKE TO HER. What a beauty!" and his companion said: "For half a cent I'd speak to her." Then the betting man began to offer wagers that the other was afraid to address a word to the young woman. His bet of five dollars was taken and the modest man hurried after the lady. lifted his hat and walked beside her to the next corner. When he returned and pocketed the money the crestfallen sport asked what she had said. "Oh, she asked why I wasn t home last night. You see, she's my sister." Chicago Daily News. MAKES HAIR GROW. Kerosene, So Some Women Claim Is the Best Scalp Tonic That Can Be Applied. It has been given out for some time by hair specialists that kerosene pro moted the growth of the hair and pre vented its falling out. Women as a rule have been loth to try the experi ment unless a preparation of deodorized oil could be found. A woman was found recently who as tonished her friends, upon being com plimented upon the fine appearance of her hair, by telling them that it was due entirely to a persistent and thor ough treatment with the familiar kero sene of corner grocery commerce. "I have applied it regularly once a fortnight in the following manner," she said: "A little is poured into a saucer and rubbed with the fingers into the roots of the hair. The application is slow and thorough, the gentle mas- sp.ge of the finger tips keeping the pores open for the absorption of the oil. "The treatment is made at night, and my hair is afterward tied up in a silk handkerchief. A silk handkerchief is recommended by hairdressers as most useful in retaining the natural electrici ty of the hair. By noon the following day the odor of the kerosene has disap peared, and in another 12 hours the oili- ness that followed its use is gone. "The effect of this treatment is promptly noticeable. I have used no kerosene for two years. The present condition of my hair is due to a six months faithful treatment. N. Y, Herald. CHICKEN TAMALES. How to Prepare a Dish Which I Esteemed Quite Highly in Some Parts of the West. To make chicken tamales, boil two pounds of corn and a handful of lime in water enough to cover until the skins of the corn will slip off; then wash the corn and grind it very fine. Boil a large chicken, and mix the liquor in which the chicken was boiled with the ground corn, adding a pound of firm lard and salt to taste. Having boiled a pound of red peppers until soft, remove the seeds and mash the peppers to a pulp; add a garlic button (chopped) and one-half a pound of ground chillies. Mix this preparation with the chicken. Fill wet corn husks (inner husks) with the mixture, alternately with the meal and chicken, tie up, and boil from 45 minutes to an hour in a gallon of water. When all are half done turn the top ones over. This mixture will make a dozen "hot tamales." Serve hot, with the husks opened, and the tamales piled on a napkin. A more simple process is to use a quart of scalded corn meal instead of the hulled corn, and a lump of butter the size of a walnut instead of the lard. In this case take a lump of the dough, pat it out into a thin, flat cake, put one spoonful of the above chicken mixture on it, roll them together, then roll tie tamale tightly in the corn shucks; tie the ends of the shucks together in a knot to keep the tamales from coming open; these need to boil only about 20 minutes. Mrs. W. L. Tabor, in Farm and Fireside. Courtesy Wins Many Friends. "I know a young girl who is so punc tilious, it is a pleasure to invite her any where," said a lady not long since. "She always keeps her appointments to the minute, never forgets her engagements, and is always to be depended upon. She is very popular with young and old, and there is little doubt that she owes much to this praiseworthy attribute. In the matter of invitations the least one can do to show their appreciation of the courtesy extended them is to be prompt." 1 The South D oor t a- By Margaret XL. Eckerson. Z if MtVITtTTtttTtTtTTTTtTTTT IT WAS such, a fine, convenient barn, such a model in all respects, that oiles Hewitt felt his excessive pride in it a perfectly justifiable thing, and as he strolled about it this sultry July morn ing, surveying it from ail points of view, he could not restrain nis oft-repeated encomiums: "Admirable! Ad mirable! Fine! -None better in -the country." Then, as he espied Esther, his wife, looking for early apples in the or chard below, he called in his soft, slow voice: "Come up here, Esther." The call troubled her. She had no time to spare, as this was a very busy morning, crowded with work, and the girls. Ilia and Ella, were engrossed with preparations for a picnic at Point o'liocks, on the lake, that afternoon. As for the barn, how thoroughly she knew it, from the shining cow that served as a weather vane to the founda tions. It had been the staple of Giles conversation for months, and she could not tell how many times she had meek ly followed in his wake to survey its conveniences. "Esther, do you hear me?" The soft voice was distinctly peremptory. Giles Hewitt always expected his women folks to come at his bidding. She put down her basket filled with red astrachans and went reluctantly up the hill, "I want you to see how well these doors work now," said Giles, leading the way to the rear of the building. What a grand view these doors framed! It always struck her with a sense of loveliness quite inexpressible in words. She drew a long sighing breath as she looked on wood and meadow, dimpled dells, and swelling hills, church spires rising whitely from bowery hamlets and a river winding afar like a silvery ribbon. Northward a blue lake glittered like a jewel in an emerald setting, and in the west a cir clet of hills vanished delicately like a dream into the softly tinted sky. "How beautiful!" she said. "It rests me just to look. I could sit here and look, just look for hours! Oh, Giles, if the house only stood here on the hill, and I could only see all this from the kitchen door!" "The house is in the best place, Esther, sheltered from the north winds. I don't understand why you are always saying that." She sighed. "Yes, I know, but such a view is food and rest. Oh, 1 know you think me silly. Yes, I am truly glad you have such a big, convenient barn, so many nice labor-saving things about it; it must be good to have things as you want them;" she began to plait her apron hem nervously. "I was thinking that now the barn is finished and all the crops so promising and the hay crop is so large, that you will be willing to let me have tie door cut through the south side of the kitchen. You know how long I have waited to have it done?" She looked so wistfully meek, stand ing there with a timid, deprecatory smile on her lips. She had never been a self-assertive woman no one knew that better than Giles. Nevertheless, he felt annoyed and angered. He had not called her up here to discuss her whims. "You know," she went on, "I just want a common door with a glass sash, and then I'd like a little stoop running to the end of the house. I could do the churning out there, and lots. of little chores the kitchen is so small and hot and it won't cost much. Johnson cal culated he could do all I wanted for $40." "Johnson!" his tone was distinctly angry. "You see, Giles," she plaited the apron over and over, quite frustrated at his per ceptible annoyance; "it was when he came down to the house one day for a drink of buttermilk and you know what a hand he is to joke he said: This is a sort of unhandy kitchen, Mrs. Hewitt; you'd better move up to your husband's barn and have it airier and handier. Then I told him how 1 want ed a door cut through on the south and we talked it over and he figured it up and" "Good heavens, Esther!" cried Giles, too vexed to listen further "I never knew such a gadfly as you are. You get an idea in your head and harp on it eternally. 'Door! Door! Door! You can't think or talk anything else; and now, after all the barn has cost and the necessity for economy, one would think you would have some common sense. But, you are a Royal!" He sneered as if thus branding her signified that her people had been ex travagant and wasteful. Then, noting the quivering of her lips and the tears welling beneath her lids, he was more angered than ever and went on irately: "For 40 years my mother used that kitchen and I never heard her complain, but some women want the world, and haying that would cry for the moon. Don't you say door to me again." She turned away without a word and went down the hill to the orchard bars. She wiped her eyes before she took up the apples and trudged back to the house. The girls must not see the tears. "Mother is a long time picking ap ples," said Ella Hewitt, as she frosted a tempting cake just baked for the picnic "Probably pa has called her to tag him about the barn," said Kia, who was deftly slicing pink ham for sandwiches. "That barn is the hub of his universe just now has been for six months. He houses his cattle better than his women folks. Isn't this a fine, light, airy, handy kitchen?" "Very, for a man of his means," said Ella, vexedly. "I'm just ashamed of such a gloomy, un handy little pen. See the walls rough hoards that it never pays to clean, two miserable, tiny windows, stuck so high up you can't see out of them, and a cel lar trap door in the middle that takis up a good quarter of the room; no wa ter brought in; and the well way down in front of the house; not a single con venience to make work handier or easier, and poor mother has had to put up with it all these years! Why doesn t pa have that door cut through for her? She shrugged her pretty shoulders. "Say, do tell me if this ham ia thin enough. I want my sandwiches to be first-class. Giles Hewitt was distinctly taciturn at the dinner table that noon, and in view of his lowering countenance the meal proceeded in unpleasant silence. Immediately after dinner he made ready to drive to Hoyt with a load of. grain. It was second nature for Esther to anxiously wait on him when he dressed to go anywhere. She always put out his clothes, brushed them, tied his cravat, saw that he had a clean handkerchief, but to-day he told her coldly to go about her work, he would help himself. Presently he came into the kitchen where she was washing the dishes to blacken his shoes. Phew, how hot it was, and how dark thatlittlecor ner where the cracked square of look injr'irlass hunsr. before which she fum bled with his cravat! Esther stood at the sink withher back to him. and just opposite the trap door was a white cross chalked on the rough wall boards, marking the spot where she. wanted the outer door cut. Somehow the sight of the innocent mark angered him again. She seemed to have chalked it for a purpose, and he went out, slammiDg the doorchild-a ishly. Presently the girls came in all in a flutter, looking very pretty and dainty in their simple lawns and big hats and quite overflowing with the pleasurttble anticipations of youth. "It was a shame, mother, to leave you in this hot place to do the dishes alone," said liia, penitently, "but we had to make ready. See, the Warmen boys are driving in the gate now." They kissed her and fluttered out, and she followed to take a look, a fond, proud look after them as they rode away with their cavaliers. It was almost insufferably hoi that afternoon; the mercury mounted high er and higher in the tube on the stoop; the fowls went with drooping wings and gaping beaks; the cattle sought grateful shade and ruminated in shal low pools; the house dog dug a grave behind the currant bushes, in which h'e lay panting with lolling tongue; vege tation shriveled and wilted; the earth was cracked and baked; but by and by clouds gathered in the west and gusts of wind capriciously swirled the dust and caught up sticks and straws in el fin dances. An old farmer driving by called to a man digging a ditch in a field: "I guess the dry spell is broken. A shower is coming up." , - A gloom almost appalling settled on the landscape; the bees flew to their hives; the cattle snorted and raced about, frightened at the rolling of thunder and the shooting of javelins of fire from the jagged clouds. T.here was a going in tne treetops, a strange, distant murmur of millfpns of raindrops advancing with the swiftness of a mighty host. "I wonder if Giles . sh'-it the barn door?" said Esther, hurrying out; then there was a thunderclap that seemed to shake the universe to its foundations, and a blinding, swirling deluge! It was four o'clock when Giles Hewitt jogged homeward. Dixey and Topsy, his big black mares, resented being held down to a sober gait and tossed their heads and snorted as they splashed through puddles. The clayey mud caked the wheel rims, streaked the spokes aad clung in tenacious blobs to the hubs. Everywhere were signs of the storm's havoc, and Giles was con scious of. certain uglyjnisgivings lest the new barn, the pride of his heart, might have suffered; but no, as he turned a corner he 6aw it silhouetted on its hill, dominating the landscape, the shining weather vane all agleam with reflected glories of the west. He breathed more freely now and critically scanned his neighbor's fields to see what damage had been wrought. When he came in sight of the white frame house he wondered to see a num ber of people in the yard. Then he said: "By George, if the old elm hasn't been struck! What a shame!" Dan Conly, his neighbor, hurried down to meet him as he turned up the drive. His face was ghastly. What on earth ailed the man? "I say, Hewitt" he clasped his hands mechanically as he called "stop a minute hold on I want to tell you God Almighty! man, bow can I? The lightning struck Esther's dead! Whoa, there!" catching the reins that fell from Hewitt's palsied hands and leaping to the seat beside him. "Lean on me! There, there! You had to know it. God! but it's rough." Kind neighbors stood aside ia silent groups as Giles Hewitt tottered into the room where Esther lay. Oblivious of spectators, he fell onfais knees beside her with an exceeding . bitter cry. "Esther! Esther! You are not dead 1 Speak! Look up! You were 'always good, Esther. You were never unrea sonable. You shall have that door,, made. You shall, I say. Somebody get Johnson." Crazed with shock and anguish, he stroked ber cold hands. "Speak to me, Esther, speak to me! Do you want the door?" Some of the neighbors left the room weeping. In the next room Mrs. Conly rocked hysterically back and forth. "The Lord knows I can't stand it to see a man going on so," she cried. "It's just awful. I says to Dan, says I: 'Break it to him gently, Dan; kind o lead up to it; and there; he's just gone and right out with it and shocked him crazy. Hark! there he goes again, talk ing senseless-like about a door. He's clean out of his mind!" N. Y. Independent.