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M. H. GARDNER, Publisher. iJAVTER SPBINGS, KANSAS 'HER LITTLE HAND IN MINE. She laid ber little hand In mine, O ! Joy, It I might nope to win It ! And, at the touch, a flaHh divine Thrilled all along th' electrls line, For Just one brief and blessed minute. An then, again, when at the stile Hvr timid steps began to waver. She gave to me her hand the while, Jfor guessed that I'd walk many a mile, Delighted to repeat the tavor. She was as innocent of love The master passion who ean doubt itt As any tender hearted dove That roots upon Its perch above, And did not vex her soul about it. n laid her little hand in mine. With not ft semblance of emotion; Jlut as the tendrils of the vine Unconsciously reach out, and twiue Around the symbol of devotton. And oh! her faith In me awoVe A sense of knighthood; she had crowned me; And though no word of love I spoke, Vtml I ber enmity provoke. Tender and true she ever found me. And so, one day, her hand in mine She laid for just one little minute; When, Joy ! there thrilled along the line The sweet assurance, so divine. That made me know ber heart was in It. Josephine Pollard, In N. Y. Ledger. THE MAD CANNIBAL S rClever Way In Which We Boys (Captured Crazy Burk. OING over to White Birch Knob to camp out, arc je, boys? Well, my advice is to go anywhere but over there," and the old man " shook his head .u very graveiy. 4.1VL..-.. .1. f unit b mo i A. 4. ...I .1. Ill it I b 15 mm White Birch Knob?" asked ..Sam. in Rurnrlsft. "No came there?" "There's plenty of game," admitted the old hunter, "but you are apt to find a warm reception. Crazy Burk is stop pin' over there in an old logging camp, Ho will make trouble for any one who trespasses on his territory." 'Well, we are not afraid of Crazy Burk," laughed my companion, who possessed a rash courage and love of adventure. 'If that old coon .comes fooling round us, he will get into trouble." Jack Thome smiled grimly. "1 guess you don't know what you are talkin' about, little feller." he said, as bis eyes rested half-scornfully on the diminutive figure which occupied the canoe with me. "Ole Burk would chaw ltoth you chickenS'up in no time. He is : a mighty dangerous man. It is said that he has killed one or two people, but it can't be proved against him. Mart Simpson, the peddler, disappeared about four weeks ago, and some folks think ,Burk killed him;" "If ho is such a man asithat, I 6hould think they would shut him up ia an in . sane asylum, where ho belongs," 1 vent ured. "That's whore ho ought to be," nodded 'Thornc; "but, ye see, there hain't no one who cares about capturin him. Half a dozen tried it once, .but blamed if he WR COOKED OtTtl-Ht'PPEB. .didn't lick the whole crowd .and get away. They say he.iss strong a ihree .smart men." "Well, Billy,' smiled am, "it is plain ly our duty to go over there, and -capture this terror of the,voeds." "WelL you can go over there if ye want to, said the old .hunter, .-as he paddled . hla.caaoe slowly away. "Pre warned ye; that's my duty. 1 sha'n't be a bit surprised. If xyouere never -seen again." "That's all right,'" erledmy compan ion, waving , his paddle as .parting sa lute. "Much obliged for your kindness. Good-bye." We watched Thome till be disap- -peared In the mouth of email stream Tthat empties Into .Long Pond .on the western side,-then we dipped our pad- dles into the water, and started slowly forward. "Had we better go over to theknwb, ;Samr I faltered. "Course we Jied!" he exelalmed. -"Yon 1 ain't afraid ot Crazy Burk, are ye?" 1 would not admit that. I was, and so we pulled for White Birch Knob, straight across the pond. Two hours later wc wcre.pltcoiig our tent Jipon a pretty spot we had selected near the shore, and that night we cooked our sup per over an open fire, and slept beneath canvas. We found game in abundance around the knob; not large game, but plenty of partridges, ducks, and such small fry. We had not come after large game, so we were contented with what we se cured. Any one who has ever camped out knows what fun we had, and how Jolly and full of life we were. Hungry! we were hungry all the time, and food which at home we would have refused with scorn, we devoured with avidity. We had come prepared to stay a week. Five days passed and we saw nothing of Crazy Burk. "Guess that was a fish story Jack Thome told us." Sam observed. "Per haps he was afraid we would kill off all the game over here, and he wanted it himself." Although I was not satisfied with this view of the case, I had lost all fear of the madman, for I felt certain that he was not in the vicinity of the knob. On the sixth day, we went on an un usually long hunt, having agreed that it should be our last before returning home, for which we had decided to start in the morning. For some reason we were very unlucky that day and bagged but little game, We had taken a lunch with us, and at noon we sat down on the ground near a cool spring to eat When we had satisfied tho cravings of the "inner man," and taken long draughts from the clear water of the spring, I be gan to feel drowsy, and lay down on the ground, telling Sam that I was going to take a nap. He seemed to share my feeling, and soon we were both fast asleep. It seemed that I had barely become unconscious when I felt myself sud denly seized by a pair of sinewy hands. "If you fetch a yell, I'll cut yer throat!" These were the words which were snarled in my ear, as I awoke to find myself held helpless by a large, be whiskered and raggedly-dressed man. There was no need for him to caution me not to make any noise, for I was too frightened to utter a sound. He grinned in a horrible manner as be saw the look of abject terror which must have set tled on my face. His eyes were waver ing and unsteady, while they had a red dish glow which 1 have never seen in human eyes since that day, but which I have often seen in the orbs of a mad dened animal. I knew in a moment that I was in the clutch of Crazy Burk! But where was Sam? A glance showed me that he was gone. I was alone in the power of the madman. Swiftly Crazy Burk bound my hands and feet, knotting the cords so tightly that they seemed to entirely stop the circu lation. When this was done, he lifted me with one hand, and tossed me over his shoulder. Then, picking up my gun, he started off through the forest, carrying me as if I had been a bag of oats. On. on che tramped, without a word or a sound, save now and then a horrible chuckle of delight I made no struggle; I knew that it was useless. Finally, we came to a deserted log ging camp. By "deserted," I mean that it was not in uso by lumbermen, and bad not been used for years. But I soon learned that it was, Crazy Burk's home. The terror of the woods carried me in and dumped me on the floor, as if I had been some inanimate object "Ha! ha!" he laughed, fiendishly; "a good supper! a good supper!" 1 did not comprehend his meaning then, but I supn undet stood it in all it3 horror. With feverish haste, my captor set about making a fire in the great open fireplace, and soon he had a heavy volume of smoke rolling up the chim ney, which was a wide, old fashioned concern, plastered with clay on the in ner side. Then he took a long, wicked looking knife, and sat down on a bench, deliberately whetting it on his boot while he grinned at me in the most blood-chilling manner. ' In despair. I asked: "What are you going to do with me?" "Ha! ha! ha!" came his rasping laugh. "You will make a good supper a fine supper! And I am hungry!" "You don't mean to eat me?" I gasped, with a feeling of horror that ia indescribable. He nodded, as he felt of the edge of the knife with his thumb. Just then I heard a slight thump upon the roof of the cabin, but I scarcely notioed it The door was closed and fastened, and it seemed that I was doomed to become a feast for the madman of the woods. "You will not be the fust one I've eaten," chuckled the fiend. "They were sweet oh. so sweet!. There is no meat like it I will not hurt you much, or this knife is sharp. A quick, sure stroke, and in a few moments it'a all over. Ho! what does that mean?" He stopped short as the smoke began pouring into the room, as if it could not escape from the chimney. Thicker and faster it came, making it plain that if it continued the hut would soon be filled with smoke. Burk uttered an ex clamation and sprang to his feet He hesitated a moment, then, unbarring the door, he rushed out The next mo ment I heard a scraping sound in (he big chimney, and a dark object dropped down and landed in the midst of the fire. Then Sam Faber leaped out and stood before me, his face aglow with excitement! - Never, in all my short life, had I seen a more welcome figure. Quick, Sam!" I cried, "bar the door! He has gone out but bell be back in an instant and he's got a knife!" Sam made an agile leap and seized tie heavy bar; but the maniac bad heard mj voice and came rushing in at that moment Sam swung the heavy bar in the air and brought it down on the man's head with a crash, putting all bis strength into the blow. Crazy Burk went down like a log, fairly knocked senseless. "By jingoes! I've fixed the old whelp!" shouted my friend, in triumph. "Cut these ropes lively!" I panted. "He may come to." Sam seized the knife which the mad man had dropped and quickly set me free, but for some time I could not use my limbs. "What shall we do with him?" asked the brave little fellow who had saved my life. 'Tie him up as quick as you can," was my reply. "I will help you in a mo ment" Tie him! Well, I should say we did! We bound him so that if he had pos sessed the strength of ten men he could not have broken loose. Sam. feared that he had killed the maniac, but it soon proved that Burk was far from dead, for he recovered consciousness and be gan to froth and rave in a manner that was terrible to hear. "What shall we do with him?" That was a question which puzzled us, but when Sam explained that there was CRAZY Bl'KK WEST IK)WX T.IKR A LOG. a stream close by we decided to bring our large canoe up the stream and carry our captive away in that While I was Bleeping at the spring Sam had strayed away after a partridge which few up close by and had discov ered the stream. He was returning to the spring when be saw Crazy Burk car rying me through the woods on his shoulder. He followed as cautiously as possible, and when we were within the hut he stole forward and gained tho roof by the aid of a convenient tree. He covered the chimney with bis coat hav ing resolved to slide down into the hut when my captor came out to see what the trouble was. His plan worked to perfection. We succeeded In getting the madman to our camp that night but did not start to cross the pond and run down the stream for home till the following morning. While on our journey we came upon Jack Thorne paddling leis urely along the south Bhorc. . "Hello, youn'kers." he cried, cheeri ly. "So old Burk didn't get you after all. Did you find any game?" You bet" was Sam's ready reply. "Just come alongside and we will show you a sizable animal that we captured. How is that for game?" "Heavens to Betsey!" gasped the old hunter; "if it ain't Crazy Burk him self!" "Told ye we'd capture him," laughed my companion. "It takes us boys to do what you men don't dare to try." "Well, I swan! that beats the Old Nick!" was all that Jack coald say. Wben he heard our story, be looked his admiration and declared that we were two "harkers," which we accepted as a compliment As soon as possible we delivered our captive into the hands of the proper au thorities. He was adjudged insane and sent to an asylum, but he lived less than a year after being confined. He often boasted that be had killed and eaten Mart Simpson, the missing peddler. If ever two boys were lionized they were Sam and 1 when it was known what we had done, but'l persisted in giving Sam all the credit of saving my life and capturing the cannibal of the woods and he deserved it But he se cretly confessed to me that he was sick of being a hero and having folks stare at him and ask him scores of questions. I don't wonder, for I got enough of that myself. William G. Patten, ia Yankee Blade. Londoa Doctors' laoomos. The fact that the will ot the late Sir William Gull has been proved, showing nronertv to the amount of St 750,000, has created much talk of late. It is beyond a doubt that for the last few years, sines nhvsioians have doubled their fees. and since both branches of the profes sion are constantly in receipt oi very large sums for expeditions by rail, the earnings of member! of the healing art have very largely increased. There are possibly a dozen medical men in Lon don who at their death will be found to have amassed $500,000, but there is prob ably not one who has put by any thing like the fortune left by Sir William GulL X. Y. Medical Beoord. Ellie was examining very attentive ly the large spurs of the Leghorn roost er, when papa came Into the poultry yard with a measure of com for the fowls. "Papa," said Ellie, "I know why the chickens are called Leghorns.' It's because they have such big horns on their legsr Youth's Companion. EXPLOSIVES IN DOSES. Tho I'm of Can Cotton and Jfltro-Gly In- la Medical Practices. Dr. H. If. Burchard, a famous Phila delphia physician, speaking of the progress of medical science in these later years, said to a reporter the other day: "Have you any Idea of how far high explosives are used in medicines? You can not get your knowledge from books unloss you ransack five hundred vol umes and pick up the scattered items here and there. It may surprise you to know that they are in dally use and of the greatest value in all sorts of dis eases and injuries. "There is, for example, gun cotton, or, as we call it, proxylin. It is twice as powerful as gunpowder, but very much inferior todyhamlte or nltro-glycerlne. Dissolved in ether, it makes that won derful compound we call collodion, la this shape it is employed to protect raw or injured surfaces. It dries rapidly In fact almost as fast as it is employed and leaves behind a fine, elastic arti ficial skin, which Is air and water-proof against microbes and disease germs. Mixed with can tharides, collodion makes the best blistering plaster known to science. Mixed with tannin or tannlo acid, it makes a wonderful remedy for stopping the flow of blood from wounds. In cases of scalding and burning col lodion enables the profession to cover the exposed flesh in a manner never be fore possible. No secretion of the body affects it nor, on the other hand, does it exert any unpleasant or objectionable influence upon the system. "But of even greater value is nitro glycerine. When used in medicine it is largely diluted, one part being mixed with one hundred parts of alcohol, and one drop of the resultant mixture Is a dose. In this form it is an admirable antidote in cases of neuralgia of the heart and many cases of nervous dis turbances of the human body. Thus it has been used and given wonderful re lief in nervous asthma, hiccoughs, head aches and similar disorders. It has re peatedly cut short an attack of the chills and fever, and so eminent an au thority as Dr. Robert Bartholow recom mends It in certain forms of Bright's disease, and also for that most misera ble of earthly ailments, sea-sickness. "Thus far we have only begun to know the medical virtues of gun-cotton, nitro glycerine and amyl-nltride. Beyond these there are over six high explosives of which we know little or nothing as to their real character, and nothing at all regarding their action upon the physical organizations. It does seem curious, however, that substances which in large quantities are destructive of lifo and property should, in small ones, be beneficial to the sick and injured. Tho gun-cotton which blows a man up en ables the physician to destroy the pain of his raw members and to heal them In less time than was ever before possible with other remedies." Washington Star. DO FISHES SUFFER PAIN? An Expert Says They Are Not as Sensi tive as Vfarm-Hlooded Animals. I have read many articles on the sub ject of whether fish, when caught on the hook, feel any pain, or whether their struggles were merely the result of find ing themselves fast I fish a great deal in the summer months for trout, bass and pickerel, and have done so for many years. I have studied the matter very carefully, and have made up my mind, from various incidents that have come under my observation, that fish are not sensitive to pain as are warm-blooded animals. I will cite two Instances that show to mn plainly that I must be right in my conclusions on this subject Last October, while fishing for pick erel on Lake Cary, Wyoming County, Pa., ;in "company with a companion, among other fish that we caught was a pickerel that would weigh nearly, if not quite, three pounds. My friend pulled it up, and as it came on to the top I saw about twelve feet of a very coarse brown line hanging to it Upon in specting it more closely I found that tho fish had in its Bide la very strong and coarse hook, to which the piece of line was attached. Tho wound must have been made a very short time previous to our catching the fish, for it was bleeding quite freely and looked very fresh, and If the fish couldteel. It would oertainly have deterred it from tak ing our nooK so soon alter such an injury. There was only one other party fishing on the lake that day. as it was cold and windy, and that pickerel must have received his injury from them and have come nearly across the lake to us, dragging that piece of heavy line with him. The other instance occurred in this way: I was fishing for pickerel with a "skipping bait" most of your readers know what that is a piece of pork rind or a pickerel belly, and had with me a friend who. though he could handle a brigade under a heavy fire, was not up to the trick of catching fish that way. I was having fairly good sport but he got Impatient and finally, when he hade good strike, he jerked so hard as to break his line, and away went the fish, and he at once proposed to go home; but I told him in joke if he would wait five or ten minutes I would catch that fish and get back his hook. So we sat down and had a short smoke. I soon com menced to cast my hook near where he lost his fish. I had a strike, and to our mutual aurprise out came the General's fish, with his hook well fastened in its mouth. Now, I don't think the fish would have taken the bait so soon agaia had it been in any pain from the hook. Forest and Stream. HOME HINTS AND HELPS. Washing pine floors in solution of one pound copperas dissolved in one gallon strong lye, gives oak-color. When drying salt for the table, do not place it in the sprinklers until it is quite cold, or it will harden into a lump. Fried Beets: Boil beets in salt water until tender. Remove the skins, cut ia' thin slices and fry in butter. Dust with pepper and salt Squeexe over the juice of a lemon. Ladles Home Journal. Coffee Jelly: Soak half en ounoe of gelatine in half a pint of cold water; dissolve it in a half pint of very strong coffee, sweetened to the taste. Extract of coffee can be used to flavor this jelly, and answer welL Good Housekeeping. Brown Bread: Scald one cupful of Indian meal, add to this one pint of sweet milk and stir till the meal is well mixed, three-quarters of a cupful of molasses, one tesspoonful each of salt and soda, and Graham meal enough to make a batter that will pour with great difficulty. This makes one large loaf, Bake one hour and a half. English Pancakes: One pint ot milk, two eggs, one tablespoonful oi sugar, one cupful of flour, one teaspoon ful of baking powder, . one cupful ot cream, saltspoonf ul of salt; this should make a thin batter; heat a small frying pan, pour about half a cupful of buttet in, brown both sides delicately, buttei each one, sprinkle with powdered sugar and grated nutmeg and roll it up, servt on a hot dish. Boston Herald. Steamed Spring Chicken: Take s half-grown shicken, spilt down the back, rub with salt and pepper, place in a steamer and steam one hour. Prepare a sauce of one pint of cream, half a pint of boiling water, six spoonfuls of flour, a tablespoonful of corn-starch and butter each, with pepper, salt end a few drops of extract of celery. Mix all together, let boll one minute and pout over the chicken. N. Y. Observer. A German Salad: Cut into small pieces any kind of cold boiled vegeta bles you may have on hand, one kind will do, or a mixture of three or four; add a chopped onion, season to taste with pepper and salt and allow about two tablespoonf uls of vinegaj and three or four of oil to every two pounds of vege tables. Serve in a bowl, and garnish te taste. Christian at Work. Bacon Stew: Cut one-half pound of rather lean salt bacon into thin strips; peel and slice two medium-sized onions, and cut into small pieces two stalks ot celery. The green part of several stalks can be saved for this purpose. Put these in a saucepan in alternate layers, seasoning with pepper only. Cover with cold water, and stew slowly for one hour, then add one quart ot pota toes peeled and sliced, and stew very slowly for one hour longer. Have plenty ot gravy; if it cooks down too much, fill up with boiling water. All this can be done the day before wanted.' In the morning place it where It will heat gradually until it is very hot then serve, poured over tbln slices of but tered toast The Housekeeper. AT FRIEDRICHSRUHE. The Retired Chnneolor's Botrouadi xs Is) tho Saehsonwnld. Prince Bismarck's home at Frledrichs ruhe, where the ex-Chancelor now leads the simple life of a country gentleman, is a most secluded spot though only an hour distant from Hamburg by express train. The estate is surrounded by for est land the Sachsenwald so little fre quented that the deer are quite tame and scarcely pay attention to the train rushing by. Little of the estate is visi ble from the railway, but thick under wood, with an occasional glimpse of the narrow river Au, covered with reeds, which turns the Prince's saw-mills. The bouse lies to the right of the line, but is hidden from the rain by a high, red brick wall which also borders the main road, while the river and hedge close In the two remaining sides. Originally Freldrichsrube was a bunt ing lodge, built in 17S3 by Count Fred erick of Llppe-Sternburg, and later it became an inn, called Frascati, where thfl Hamburgers flocked for picnics on holidays. When 1111am I. presented the estate to bis Minister, Prince Bis marck added to the house, but kept the main building intact It is a two-. storied edifice, painted light yellow, tho Prince's apartment being on the ground floor, while the rooms up stain are occupied by the Princess and the Countess Bantxau, the v Prince and Princess"' only daughter, with her three little boys. Handsome shrubs and a fine pine tree are planted in the front of the house, the river Au running at the foot of the grounds and foaming a tiny water falL Prince Bismarck has no near neigh bors except in the . little village of Friedrichsruh, with its inn and a few scattered houses inhabited bf foresters, postal and railway officials, the work mea at the saw-mills with their fami lies, a tailor, a blacksmith and a miller The only important personage is the head forester of the Sachsenwald, whe is mayor of the village and the manager of Schwarxenbeck another of lrlnoe Bismarck's small properties which lie close by, like the farms and pastures ot Silk and Schonhausen. The Prince en joys talking local gossip with the for ester, inquiring anxiously whether the esttle thrive In the meadows or whether the wood-cutting season has been pre St able. Princess Bismarck would cfa say at the Parliamentary receptions: "My husband takes more real interest in a turnip than la all your politics," and the Prince has now the opportunity of proving the truth of this wifely criti cism. London Graphic.