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With the Long Bow
"Byo nature's walks, snoot foltr a* It itHa.
Dream of the Ages Said to Have Oome True at Den
"high, N, D.-C. J. H. Hoffman Invents a Perpetual
Motion Machine That Is More Active than a Small
Boy in Church, and Buns Like Father Chasing the
Last Oar Out.
LAST! After wrecking lives and fortunes and
populating lunatic asylums, the perpetual mo
tion machine has been tamed and trapped at
Denbigh. N. D. The Denbigh Promoter tells all about
it. J. H. Hoffman is the boy who has done the
deed. It happened thus:
Years ago, when Mr. Hoffman was a lad of 18 in
the city of Hamburg, Germany, he began to think
one day, while turning Ins father's grindstone, of a
machine that could be started and then left to run
along of itself forever. The idea looked good to
him. From that day to this, sleeping or waking, his
mind has never wandered from this lodestone of his
ambition.
Many a scheme has failed and many the crush
ing 'disappointment before his ideal was at last
reached. It was two years ago that the last spike
was driven. The thing started off like father going
to the office ten minuses late.
Hoffman had then only to wait and see if the
machine would run forever. Two years have passed
away and the machine still runs. It will run any
thing from a stop watch to a steam calliope. The
mechanism don't oarej it will run anything.
Hoffman will take his invention to Washington
and appear at the patent office in person. Then the
steam-engine boys will sit up and take notice.
Mrs. Hubbell, aged 101, is to have a birthday at
Miller, S. D. The only cloud in Mrs. Hubbell's sky
is due to the immature thoughtlessness of her boy,
aged 81, who last winter caused her some worry by
mysteriously slipping away. He turned up in Chi
cago. The Dakotans were too slow for him.
Mrs. Beeves, aged 97 next November, will no
doubt be at Mrs. Hubbell's party. She arises every
morning at the break of day, which at this season
6t the year is around 8-30. Mrs. Beeves does not
Intend to have any fool bird get in ahead of her.
Mrs. Hubbell enjoys life and would like to live
long enough to see '"them 'ere airships" go sailing
overhead.
Glenbora, N. D., has a boy who wished to be a
magician and have people marvel at the mere men
lion of his name. He tried a trick of placing a bean
in his ear and removing it from his mouth. He got
it into the ear all right, but had to go to Minot to
get an auriculistoi somethingto debean him. The
Specialist wooed the bean from its seclusion, and the
boy'a father has shut down on- the Herrmann game.
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But speaking of boys' tricks, Harry Larson, age
JO, of Hobart, Ind.} put up an expensive one. Alfred
Larson, a feed dealer living at Hobart, received a
catalog from an eastern machinery house. His grand
fon, Harry, was given the book, and with a friend
of the same age named Willie Frame, consulted the
advertisements. A traction machine attracted their
attention, and they concluded it was just what they
wanted. They filled in the printed blank sent with
the catalog, and directed the company to ship the
machine at once. They advised their boy friends
that they had ordered a traction engine, and expressed
their intention of husking corn with it next fall.
The boy's grandfather, ignorant of the action of
the two, was dumbfounded when his grandson ad
vised him that the machine had arrived. His con
sternation was not lessened when officers of the First
National bank advised him an hour later that a sight
draft for $1,000 was waiting to be honored.
The traction engine was returned. When walloped
by his grandfather, young Larson explained:
"Well, you won't have to pay anything. The
catalog says the company will pay the freight both
ways if it doesn't suit, and I guess it's too big for
Willie and me."
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'''The humorist's dream" came true, but it was
so far away that only a reflected glory is shed along
the banks of the Mississippi. The dream was ful
filled in tar-off Paviain Italy, is it not? At any
rate, the place makes little difference. The facts are
that the late Marchioness Isabella Lucini of Pavia
left a legacy of $3,000 to the comic paper to which
she had been a lifelong subscriber. Her will also
directed that $300 in addition should be spent on a
sumptuous banquet to which the staff of the paper
should be entertained, "in recognition," so the win
textually reads, "of the many pleasant hours spent
in perusing its humorous columns."
You may see in imagination the cheerful glow
that pervaded the staff as the $3,000 was divided
upor did the business office merely do the kitten
oftnary act when the check showed up? Some gloomy
doubts will arise in the mind in spite of efforts to
dear the thought of unjust suspicion. A. J. B.
BggS, 17, 20 cents a dozen.
Bice, 10 cents a pound.
Carrots, two bunches for 5 cents.
Lemons, 25 cents a dozen.
Muskmelons, 10 and 15 cents each.
Tues^venln^
What the Market Affords
Cowed beef, 4, 6, 8, 12% cents a
Now when cold meats are so much
In favor for dinner, cold corned beef
with horseradish sauce will not be an
unwelcome change. Cover a piece of
corned beef, mildly cured, with cold
water. Let heat slowly to the boiling
point, and boil for five or six minutes,
then- let simmer for five or six hours or
until very tender. Let partially cool
in %h.6 liquid, then set aside, covered,
until cool. Mix one cup of whipped
FROM ELIZABETH LEE
$
Four-in-Hand Ties.
Dear Miss Lee: Are four-in-hand ties
worn by ladies this summer?
A Beader.
Grand Meadow, Minn.
Four-in-hand ties are still seen, but
possibly owing to the^ advent and popu
larity of the Peter "Pan waist, the
Windsor scarf loosely knotted which
finishes the neck of this particular
model? is in great demand at present
Jboth in silk, plain and plaid, and in a
kind of strong silky-looking gauze or
grenadino this is seen in white and
cream only so faT. Elizabeth Lee.
Colors and Styles.
Dear Miss Lee: Will you please help
.'me as you have helped others? I am
a young lady of 19, 5 feet 3 inches tall,
|H 34-inch bust, 24-inch waist, and a 40-
"jinch hip measure, and weigh 130
^pounds. Am I too fleshy? Do you
H'**think I could wear a princess gown and
a corset skirt? I have golden hair and
gray eyes. I have a light complexion,
but "have freckles. What colors can I
.SrearC^4
Eenmare.
-C. E.
I shall be most happy to help you if
I can. You are by no means too stout,
but just the average, and may indulge
in princess styles, whether as a skirt
or a whole gown. All fine skins freckle,
atho I know this is poor comfort, many
'of *iapreerring gust a little Jess deli
cate 'Skin and no freckles. Li regard
to colors, if the gray eyes show the
slightest tinge of green in them, pale
SENATOB
CAPTAIN
cream, one-fourth a teaspoonful of fine
grated horseradish, and pipe apart of
it into the center of a serving-dish.
Dispose slices of the beef around the
sauce and pipe a little of the sauce onto
each slice. Finish with a little fresh
parsley. The horseradish should be
grated very fine or the sauce will not
readily pass thru the tube.
Glorified rice pudding will find de
votees where the rice pudding, as it is
usually prepared, is only avoided. Bake
in a slow oven for two hours, two table
spoonfuls of rice, one quart of milk,
sugar to taste and a little vanilla. Stir
occasionally during the first hour.
When cold, beat in one-half pint of
whipped cream. Serve very cold in
glass dishes with fruit.
blues should not be worn. Successful
colors are white, pale and dark green,
mauve, deep brown, navy blue, cerise,
turquoise, silver gray, blush pink, pur
ple, deep but not golden brown, and
black. Supposing the eyes are blue-'
gray, then pale-blue may be worn in ad
dition to the shades enumerated above.
Elizabeth Lee*
TOASTS FOR THE BRD3E.
These toasts may be given seated or
standing, as the occasion demands:
What shall I wish you?
That you drink today
A draught divine
Of a longed for joy,
Life's choicest wine.
To the days of Auld Lang Synne,
To the things you'll know no more.
May life's cloudless sunshine lighten
AU your coming days,
And contentment bless and brighten
All your future ways.
May. flowers deck your way,
And friends hold close and fast,
May the future be so bright,
You may never think of the past.
Oh, lovely day, refuse to go.
Hang in the heavens forever so.
Here are my good wishes,
Love speed them on their way,
And trust that this will be to you
The happiest of wedding days.
I wish you health, I wish you wealth
I wish you love In store,
I wish you heaven when you die
What could I wish you more?
Marks on polished wood made by
hot^dishes should be rubbed with par
aflaai. This will remove the white
marks and you can afterward polish
with beeswax and turpentine in the
usual way, tX
^TBLE
FASHIONS FOR MEN.
For Hot Weather.
It doesn't matter so much what else you have on
if you only be sure to wear a smile.
MIXED ADVICE.
FBYE, in an addiess at Castine, Me., told
a story of a Castine editor.
In your beautiful and quaint town of Castine,'' he
said, there was once an editor who received, a about
this season, two inquiries from subscribers.
"The first subscriber was the mother of twins, and
she wanted to know how to bring her little ones safe
ly thru the trying ordeal of teething. The second
subscriber, a farmer, wanted to know how to rid his
orchard of grasshoppers.
The editor the next week's issue answered these
questions to the best of his ability, but unfortunately
he mixed up the sobriquets under which the two inquir
ers had requested him to address them.
"Thus it came about that the mother of teething
twins got for answer:
'Cover them carefully with straw, and set fire
to them, and the little pests, after jumping about in
the flames a few minutes, will speedily be settled.
To the* farmer pestered with grasshoppers, the
editor's advace was:
'Give a little castor oil and rub their gums gently
every three hours with a bone ring.'
ANY EXCUSE WILL DO.
GEORGE H. KNOX, the richest officer in
the United States army, is an advocate of tem
perance. At Foit Mcintosh, in a talk with some pri
vates, he said recently:
"Of course, if men want to drink, they can always
find some excuse for drinking.
I once knew a New York man who drank en
tirely too much. His doctor, in order to moderate
his tippling a little, ordered him to take more light
beer and less strong wineto every quart of beer, not
more than a pint of wine at the outside.
"The patient said to me one evening a week after
wards, as he rang for a bottle of champagne:
'What a bore! I've drank eight glasses of beer
today, and now I've got to get away with four glasses
of wine. Doctor's orders.'"'
MAKING TALE
What a lot of foolish things
Polks are wont to say,
Such a mess of Idle chaff
In an Idle way.
Hear them run It off the reel
Faster than a walk,
Clacking like a miller's wheel,
Making talk.
^...rj^T^^.^s^.
Talk about the weather first,
"Hot enough for ou?
Mention elbow sleeves and maids,
All your ailments, too.
When you learn the patter you
Ne'er should make a balk,
Brains you, know are not employed
Making talk.
Cleveland Plain Dealer.
WHY SHE MARRIED HIM
They were talking about a friend of
hers who had married a bishop sta
tioned in Kamtschatka, or some other
heathen land.
I never could understand why she
married him," said the young woman.
"She seemed the last girl on earth to
marry a bishop. She cared so much
more for theaters and concerts than she
did for church work and sewing
circles.''
"Girls are pretty wise nowadays,"
said a young man, "and they gener
ally have a good reason for marrying
the way they do. A girl friend of mine
married a doctor, so that she could al
ways be well for nothing, and maybe
this girl married a bishop so that she
could be good for nothing."De
lineator.
EMPTIED HER WINE CELLAR
Mrs. John B. Henderson not only
preaches teetotalism and vegetarianism,
put practices them. Becoming convinced
that wine, beer and spirits were only
poisons, she emptied the contents of her
wine cellar into the gutter, thereby as
tonishing the host of her Washington
friends and "making sad many who had
fond recollections of sipping the choice
vintages it had been her wont to serve
at her hospitable table.
Washington society had almost grown
to enjoy dining off* fruits, nuts and
vegetables at her house, for she had
imported from Europe a famous chef,
who served her vegetarian menu with
consummate art. But when it saw the
torrent of port and sherry, champagne,
whisky, beer and cordials stream down
the hill from Boundary castle it cried
out in horror.
Mrs. Henderson is the wife of former
Senator John B. Henderson of Mis
souri. Boundary castle, their home, is
one of the most palatial residences in
the capital, and stands upon a hill over
looking the city.
Mrs. Henderson has been best Ttnown
as a. leader of society,- She takes keen
delight in following out her hygienic
Studies and finds time for them in the
busiest of the seasons. She has many
other interests, but the study of hygiene
comes foremost. One of her particular
pets is her dog, Bover, a strong adher
ent of the cause his mistress advocates.
Bover was once behind the bars of the
1 local pound, and things looked mighty
sa*d
^MINNEAPOLIS JOURNAL.
i i A NYTHING new!" said the tall, handsomely
dressed woman, as she entered the little
bookshop and began to read the titles of
a stack of paper-covered novels.
"Yes," replied the little black-haired bookseller,
'I've justgotten in a new supplysome of the lat
est out. Here are 'The Doom of Love/ 'An Evil
Passion,' 'The Gypsy's Daughter 'Love's Madness,'
'A Blind Passion,' 'Lady Broadhurst's Secret' and
lots of others by the best writers."
The woman picked up novel after novel, glanced
at the first page, scanned the ending, skipped over
nn inside page or two, and finally selected three novels,
for which she ha"*ded over a dollar bill. She received
her change, plaoed her bo^s under her arm, on which
she carried alight wrap, and swept from the store,
and the bookseller bowed her out.
"She comes 'in here at least once a week, and
sometimes oftener," said the bookseller, "as he re
adjusted the stack of novels. "She always buys
those paper-backed novelssickly love stories of the
millionaire's son who loves the convict's daughter,
or lords' and ladies' passionsbut you heard the
titles, you know the kind. She told me one day
that Bhe has discovered the secret of keeping ser
vants, and that is to supply them with all the love
""WILL, *SIT
THE BABy roRHOUJ^/COWTENT.DLy
stories they can read. She can keep a nurse girl or
a maid indefinitely fi: she will only allow them to
read paper novels during their spare moments. When
ever the nurse takes the baby out in the park for an
airing, she says, she puts one of the gushy love tales
in the carriage, and then the girl will sit by the baby
for hours contentedly.
I have no reason to doubt what this woman tells
me, but you cannot always tell about the women.
'Something for the servant' may in reality be some
thing for the mistress of the house. It would sur
prise you to know how many middle-aged, settled
married women buy these paper-backed novels filled
with the most awful sentimental rot and all sorts of
the most passionate, gushy love. The disease is worse
among the women that haven't any children, but
there are plenty of women with a whole flock of
childrenfat, pudgy, unromantic-looking woienwho
fairly revel in this, sort of books.''
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HIS DECORATION.
HE great general had consented to review,our local
troops at the Fourth of July picnic.
Passing down the line, he paused and smiled upon a
young recruit in kindly fashion.
"What decoration is that you have upon your
breast, my man?" he asked.
The recruit answered with a deep blush:
"It's a medal our cow won at a cattle show."
i
MAN AND BEAST.
jiVES,"
the plutocrat, "we only work them
eight hours a day. We find that's plenty. We
find it's all they can stand and keep in perfect health.''
A shabby individual leaned forward from a rear
seat and interrupted excitedly:
"You old liar," he said, I know some of your
men what's worked twelve and thirteen hours a day.''
"Pooh," sneered the plutocrat. I was talking
about the horses."
Where Feminine Fancy Lights
gloomy for him, when Mrs. Henderson
came in in search of a bulldog which
she had lost. Bover sat over in a cor
ner looking pleadingly at the visitor,
and the longing in his eyes proved too
much for Mrs. Henderson. She paid
the $2 and took Bover home with her.
The dog was put on a vegetable diet,
and altho he is 10 years old he is in
splendid health.
Mrs. Henderson was Miss Mary N.
Foote of New York. She has written
several books, notably "Practical
Cooking and Dinner Giving" and "Diet
for the Siok." She organized the St.
Louis School of Design in 1876.
MY LADY'S VANITY BAG
Vanity bags equipped with toilet and
othre feminine requisites sufficient for
a twenty-four-hour journey are among
the new leather novelties in the line of
pocketbooks and purses for the summer
girl's use. It is made from alligator
skin in a pretty shade of brown unpol
ished leather and most compact,
measuring about five by six inches. I
contains a small mirror whichfillsthe
inner portion of the flap, a comb, pow
der puff, manicure accessories, pins,
needles, silk, change purse, pencil, mem
oranda and many other little things
needful for an overnight stav in the
city not the least of which is a tiny
pair of opera glasses for theater or
matinee use.
In the leather bags and purses nat
ural walrus takes precedence over any
other kinds of leather, and because of
its color and texture makes ideal recep
tacles for carrying money and other
feminine belongings for the shopping
expedition. A change in the size of
bags is noticeable, as they seem to have
followed the hats in this particular and
have grown smaller? as the summer ad
vances.
Bead bags still hold sway, replicas of
the exquisite bags Which are now pre
served as heirlooms since the days of
our grandmothers. The modern affair
is suspended* by a jeweled chain and
attached to silver and gold hand
wrought frames. Some or these are
gold and white, Broftze ancT white and
blue and brown, which marks something
of a departure from the floral and
scenic effects formerly considered the
best example" of the beadworker's art.
These bags are pretty as bridal sou
venirs.
With the^very general fad of gray,
very naturally thoro is noted a decided
COTTON
fashion for -steel-beaded purses o# all
sorts, not so much the netted and all
over bead designs as those of gray
suede or brocaded silks with^ianciful
designs in the steel beads, the^Mtpie
work of one showing an entirely beaded
design as well.
WHEN BEING PHOTOGRAPHED
It is unwise to wear a new dress. I
always falls in awkward folds.
Whenever possible it is money well
spent to drive to the photographer's.
A feather boa or a lace fichu has a
wonderfully softening effect on the fea
tures.
Above all, if you want your picture
to have a natural expression, you must
forget where you are.
Generally speaking, the head and
shoulders make a far prettier picture
than a full length portrait.
A just-the-mode-of-the-moment coif
fure will "date" the photograph and
soon make it look out of fashion.
A veil imparts a patchy appearance
to the face, while gloves make the
hands appear much larger than they
are in reality.
Unless there is any urgent reason for
it, it is a great mistake to be photo
graphed if you are either out of health
or in low spirits.
A white dress or one that takes
".white" gives a ghastly effect and one
far frdm becoming, unless the sitter is
young*and pretty.
A FAMOUS JEWEL
Many tales are told of that famous
diamond the Koh-i-Noor, which since
its first discovery has been the cause
of infinite disaster and bloodshed to its
various eastern owners. It was given
to Queen Victoria by the father of
Prince Dhuleep Singh, and since that
day its adventures have been less thrill
ing. In fact, there are enough stirring
anecdotes centered around this famous
gem to fill not one, but many bulky
volumes, for it has roused the cupidity
of several eastern potentates and of
lesser magnates too. At one time in the
keeping of a famous general subject to
its removal to England, the precious
gem vanished, greatly to the consterna
tion of the few who knew better than
to publish their loss, and was found
after a lengthy period had elapsed safe
and intact in an empty cigar box\
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WORDS LOUDER THAN ACTIONS.
"Ella says George hasn't proposed."
CiOh, well, actions speak louder than words.'*'
"Perhaps so but Ella wants words."
Ally Sloper.
TO ONE COCKTAIL, $20.
B. EDWABD G. LOBING, for many years before
his death a leading eye specialist in New York
city, had plenty of humor.
One morning a olub friend of his of bibulous habits
made his appearance in the doctor's consulting room
complaining that his eyes were failing him and ex
pressing fear that he must prematurely take up the use
of glasses. He had not connected his defective sight
with his alcoholic propensities.
Dr. Loring put him thru all the paces of an oculist's
examination, snowed him alphabets of different sizes,
made him peek into all kinds of mysterious holes,
peered at his eyes thru rnany uncanny looking instru
ments, asked him innumerable questions and finally
gave his opinion as follows:
"Well, Boddy, you won't have td wear glasses yet
awhile. Nothing's the matter that we can't cure.
Take this prescription and follow its directions. Don't
open it until just before you are going up to your
dinner at the club,'" and he wrote out and handed over
the prescription.
"Thanks, awfully, old man. You don't know how
much you have relieved my mind,'' said Boddy. How
much is it?"
My fee for examination and prescription is $20,"
said the doctor.
Boddy opened his eyes a little, but handed over the
money and went out, his respect for his friend greatly
increased as he sized up the crowd in the anteroom and
figured in his mind what they would amount to in dol
lars.
That evening, as he sat ordering his dinner with a
cocktail before him, he opened and read the prescrip
tion, which ran as follows:
"B: One cocktail per day. E. G. L."
Boddy took his cocktail and never tired after that
of offering to bet that he had paid more for a single
drink than any other man in the room.New York
Sun.
IN INDIA.
cloth "was first made in India.
The average Indian spends on clothes 10 cents a
year.
There is a sect in Orissa, Bengal, that worships
King Edward.
The wearing of nose-rings is steadily diminishing
among the Hindoos.
Over 20,000 Indians die annually from the bite of
the cobra.
Millions of men in India live, marry and rear
healthy children on an income of 50 cents a week.
Only the Indians from the hills, where the air is
pure and exhilarating, make good soldiers. The plains
men, as weak physically and as gentle mentally as
women, have neither the strength nor the desire to
fight.
In the Indian army the elephants are fed twice a
day. Breakfast consists of ten pounds of raw rice,
done up in two five-pound packets, each wrapped in
leaves and tied with grass. For dinner the elephants
get hay, grass and more rice.
The hideous tales of the car of Juggernaut and the
hundreds of victims crushed beneath its wheels in tho
annual processions are wicked lies. The car festivals
attract each year 100,000 pilgrims, but no one was ever
killled beneath the car except by accident.
Queen Victoria received annual tribute of fifty
India shawls from a certain rajah. That is why she
always gave an Indian shawl for a wedding present.
King Edward now receives the shawls, but, since he
has not the hardihood to give them away as wedding
gifts, they are accumulating on his hands fast.
I9o6-^f^
I0'
She hurried out of the big railway
station, a coat and -umbrella in one
hand and a heavy suitcase in the
other. It was about as much as she
could manage, that suitcase. I taxed
her frail frame, and her face went
white as she set it down and shifted ,it
to the other hand.
"Hack, Miss?" "Carriaget Car
riage "Carry your bag, lady?"
A dozen voices swarmed around her.
Strong hands laid hold on her bag, and
would have seized it. But she shook
her head. She could stagger along with
it somehow. Hacks and little boys
meant money. She had counted the
cost, and shook her head and went pain
fully on.
"This is a very good style, madam,
or you may prefer this script."
She bent over the samples.
"Which costs the least?"
The stationer indicated the script.
I like the other better," she sighed,
"but I will take the script. How much
will it cost?"
He told her.
"OhI" she exclaimed, looking trou
bled. "What would the paper cost per
fectly plain, without any engraving?"
"Three dollars less, madam."
She sighed and opened her shabby
purse.
I will not have it engraved this
time," she said quietly. 'Let me have
the plain paper, please."
I ought to go, I know," she
thought, looking longingly at the poster
on the fence. "They say it's a real
education to see it, and dear knows I'm
getting old and rusty with this horrible
grind of work. But there's the rent
this week, and the children's shoes and
John has to have new underwear. It's
been ten years since I have been to a
coacert or a lecture or a play!"
She choked back a little sob and
trudged wearily on.
"But, mother, I want that one' so
Curios and Oddities
Tta Pasting Strang**"
A SAILOR ON SEA PICTURES.
til *LL take a sailor along with me the next time I
i buy a marine painting," said a millionaire. I
bought two marines last month, and yesterday my old
friend Captain Salthorse had a look at them.
"Salthorse said:
'In this first picture we've got a trading schooner
in charge of a tug towing away from a rockbound
coast thru a fearful jumble of sea. The schooner'
maintopmast is gone, and all sails are lowered except
her staysail, which is kept hoisted, tho she is towing
head on to the gale. Why that hoisted staysail AU
hands, I suppose, are drunk.
'In the second picture,' continued Captain Salt
horse, the principal boat, an eighteen-footer, is racing.
yet has no flag flying. That's as incorrect as it would
be for vou to go to a dinner party minus a shirt. Thf
crew of this boat are getting in the spinnaker, and, if
they lower away, both spinnaker and boom will be in
the water, for they have neglected to let the boom go
forward. Bu I kn6w what the trouble is with them.
They, too, are drunk.'
KNEADING WITH THE KNEES.
iITALIAN bakers are all knock-kneed," said a globe
A trotter.
"Why? Because they knead their bread with
their knees. This enlarges the knees and deforms
them, causing them to interfere in walking.
I have often watched Italian bakers at work.
They kneel on the dough, and, holding on to a high
support with their hands, they prod and twist and
thump the white mixture with great vigor.
As they invariably bathe before beginning to
knead, I don 't see anything untidier in knee-kneaded
than band-kneaded bread, do youl And lots of wins
is still trodden out with the bare feet in the remoter
districts of Italy and France, so that, if you earn
drink this wine without a shudder, I don't see why yo*
should suffer any qualms in the eating of knee-kneaded
bread.''
TIN FOIL'S INVENTION
IN FOIL, or silver paper, which is used the world
over for wrapping cigars, chocolate, cakes of
yeast, etc., owes its origin, like the telephone, to
America.
A New York man, over fifty years ago, gave a good
deal of time to an unsuccessful attempt to cover iron
bolts with copper. Such bolts would have taken ths
place of the costly ones of pure copper. The man, tho,
could not make them.
But in the beating out of the copper he hit on tho
idea of beating out tin. He beat it out between sheets
of lead, and the beautiful, flexible silver paper that ho
obtained achieved an instant popularity.
Tin foil, or silver paper, is now beaten from puro
tin exactly as gold leaf is beaten from pure gold. I
is usually rolled in sheets four feet long by six inches
wide. It is perfectly easy, with a little beating, to
double the length and breadth of these sheets without
adding any new material to them.
WHY THUNDER SOURS MILK.
O MANY persons the curdling of milk in a thunder
storm is a mysterious and unintelligible phenome
non. Yet the whole process, really, is simple and nat
ural.
Milk, like most other substances, contains millions
of bacteria. The milk bacteria that in a day or two,
under natural conditions, would cause the fluid to sour,
are peculiarly susceptible to electricity. Electricity in
spirits and invigorates them, affecting them as alcohol,
cocaine or strong tea affect men. And under the cur
rent 's influence they fall to work with amazing energy,
and instead of taking a couple of days to sour tho
milk they accomplish the task completely in a half
hour.
It is not the thunder in a storm that sours milk it
is the electricity in the air that does it. With an elec
tric battery it is easy, on the same principle, to sour
the freshest milk. A strong current excites the mi
crobes to supermicrobio exertions, and in a few min
utes they do a job that under ordinary conditions
would take them a couple of days.
WOMEN ARE NOT STINGY.
44TT IS a libel on woman to say that she is stingy,'9
I said an Atlantic City waiter. "Woman, in hot
tips, is more generous and open-handed than man is.
I mean, of course, according to her means.
would rather wait on a working womana crack
stenographer or lingerie buyer, saythan on the aver
age man. She tips better always.
"The woman who doesn't work, who must rely om
her husband for every cent, the woman who is as help
less and dependent as a child so far as money goes
this-woman, according to her means, tips better than
a man, too, but of course a dime to her is as big ft
sum as it is to a boy or girl it is as big as a dollar is
to a man or to a working woman.
"Yes, women are more generous than men with
money. The only women who have even the appear
ance of stinginess are those unlucky ones, often well
dressed enough, who must ask for every cent.''
Letters begging for a total of $20,000,000 are ro
ceived monthly by John D. Bockefeller.
A Game That Millions Play
By POLLY PENN.
It was a lovely rose
beautiful Bead and looked up at him
temptingly. Its faint, delicious fra
grance whispered, "Buy me. I would
make her so happy as she lies in that
little dark room." He looked at it
longingly he fumbled in his ragged
pocket and fished up a 5-cent piece.
"Ten cents," said the flower seller.
He shook his head and walked slowly
away.
It nodded its .muchI Don't you like it better?"
"It's lovely, dear, but mother can"!
afford it."
"Oh, mamma!" The red lips pouted
and the pretty'little figure flung itself
into a chair. I love plumes,, mama,"
she said. "Why can't I ever hav
plumes? Other girls do."
The mother looked troubled.
"Dorothy," she said, gravely^
"mother has just $5 to spend on your
hat, and that one costs $15. Don't yom
understand?"
The girl sighed, and laid aside ths
pretty hat which had transformed her
into a little beauty. It was the sams
old story. She looked subdued and pa
tient, as they bought the plainer hat,
in which she simply looked like an or
dinary nice little schoolgirl.
-*m
Up and down the menu card shs
went. Her eyes fell hungrily on delect
able dishes carried past her. She loved
chicken salad, and ice cream, and sweet
breads, and pates, and broiled chicken
and puddings with rich sauces. She was
ravenously hungry, too. She would
like to say, broiled chicken, a lettuce
salad, biscuits, chocolate and a frozen
custard. She looked these things up
on the menu just for fum One dollar
and a half! She laughed a little to her
self, sighed a little, and ordered a sand
wich and a cup of coffee, paying for
them with next to her last quarter.
Oh, yes, these things go on all ths
time. It's a game millions are playing
every day. Some grow bitter at it and
curse their luck. But many, bless themI
put up a brave, smiling game, and get
what fun out of it they can.
A DICKENS ROOM
Lovers of Dickens would be delighted
were they permitted to pass a day in
room set apart in her Washington horns
by the wife of the British ambassador,
Lady Durand. Starting with a few
engravings, she has converted her little
study off the big suite of state parlors
into a "Dickens room." She has many
pictures of spots made famous by ths
Dickens tales. A print of the home of
the Watsons in Surrey, which was ths
original of "Bleak House," is framed
in antique oak and occupies con
spicuous place. Another wall bears
sketches from Rochester, where scenes
of Edwin Drood'' are laid. Of course,
Dickens literature fills the bookcase^
which is crowned with a bast of tfct
author. ^yuM