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TIIK SEXTIXIL, Established In 1870. T1IK REPUBLICAN, Established lu 1884. Independent in .All Things.' J. W. DORRINGTON, Proprietor. VOLUME XV. YUMA, ARIZONA, SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 13, 1886. NUMBER 11. 'TWAS EVER THUS. Twas while at ' tlie rier" last summer, That 1 fell without much ado. Into the net of a siren, A beauty from Kalamazoo. She spoke with a Western accent That was rcal'y a shock to me. And called her stout mother "Jlommer,' And always s.ild "supper" for "tea." And I knew at the very outset That of courss It would not be right For ono of the great Van Dnzera To marry a Kalaniazite. And so I left for the city. Where I'm wretchod and ill and blue, I know that I'm slowly dying, And I'm off for Kalamazoo I "How are yon, 5rr. Van Duzor! And welcome to Kalamazoo! Heard of my weildtni to-morrow, So came? Thai's just lovely of you I Roland King, in Rambler. LOVE AT THE HUSKING. The Mean Trick by "Which Jones Got All the Bed Ears. The corn had all been cut and piled away in great stacks in the huge barns. The Canadian landscape had been clothed several times in silvery frost The rye was peeping up through the upturned fields, and the first week of the farmers' season of leisure had passed. In that great stretch of level country about Stratford, where farmers reap as rich harvests as are garnered anywhere in the Dominion, a programme of fun had been prejjared by the young men and women. There were corn-huskings where red ears brought kisses, surprise parties where nobody was surprised, straw rides, apple-paring parties and gatherings where the staid cotillon was danced to the music of a violin. The first event of the fall of 1882 was an apple-paring. This whetted the appetites of the country folks, and everybody was eager for the big corn-husking that was to bring all the beaux and belles into the big barn of Farmer Treuette. It was known to the young, hard-fisted farmers that Sally Treuette, the only daughter of the old farmer, was to guide the course of events during the husking, and that a great many grains of red corn had been mingled with the white grains that had been dropped in the corn hills in the Spring. Every red grain of corn meant an car of the same color, and every ear meant one kiss to the finder, and per haps more if he could smuggle the ear forward again. There was another circumstance that added an unusual excitement to the husking. Sally Treuette was a rosy cheeked, plump, raven-haired lass whose roguish eyes had made sad havoc with the hearts of nearly all the young men for miles around. There was hardly one of them whom she had not smiled upon at various times, and whom she had not snubbed unmercifully after ward. Red-haired Jim Kadford, who owned forty acres of fine farming land near St Mary's, and Owen Jones, a sharp-featured Yankee, who had opened a country store near the.railway station in Stratford, had each sworn in the most solemn manner to marry Sally or pre vent her from marrying anybody else. Radford was tall, broad-shouldered and strong of limb, with muscles hardened by work. Jones was tall, slim and angular, with hectic cheek and a sharp cough that told of weakness and disease, but lied every time they told it. He was like many of the old stone houses in the neighbor hood. The more they settled and the worse they appeared the stronger they were. Radford was always nervous ana ill at ease when he was in the presence of Sally, but Owen was always able to talk a streak and tell marvelous tales and interesting stories of adventure that were very entertaining to the .un sophisticated Sally. She liked Radford for his worth and Jones for what he seemed to be. The night of the husking came at last. The silver crescent of the new moon hung in the west The air was just frosty enough to be invigorating. A string of twinkling lanterns hung across Farmer Treuette's barn yard. Lanterns swung from rusty nails all over the interior of the barn. The un busked ears of corn had been lorn from the stalks and heaped in a great pile in the center of the barn. Store boxes, upturned nail-kegs and rongh benches formed a circle about the pile. The old rambling farm-house about a hundred yards away blazed with lights. It was crowded with elderly men and women preparing in a bustling, garrulous way the refreshments. Sally, clad in the brightest calico purchasable in Jones' store, with bunches of bright ribbon at her throat and in her hair, flitted about like a speck of color in an ocean of somberness. Canadian farmers always make as much noise as possi ble when they are out for a jollification, and the jingling of bells, the clattering of wagons anu shouts from vigorous lungs made the night air quiver. Young men and women soon appeared in the farm yard, and peals of laughter were heard coming from the, barn. Sally shook hands with everybody who ap peared and welcomed them in a spright ly fashion. Then the work of husking began at once, for both men and women were eager for the dancing that was to follow it. Radford seatea his big form, adjusted a hickory corn peg on his strong right hand, and soon a stream of glistening ears was flying over his left shoulder. Jones sat right opposite him, where the ears bulged out as if to meet him. The others sat wherever they could find seats, or stood back and dragged little piles of ears toward them. Almost the first ear that Jones husked was a red one. He arose deliberately, walked over to where Sally was sitting, and kissed her before she knew what Jus intentions were. She uttered a little scream and Radford half sprung from his seat. "Whalcher doin'?" he asked, angrily. "Keep cam," said Jones, smilingly; "yar's a red ear." Everybody laughed uproariously ex cept Radford. Jones had hardly seated himself again before he found another red ear, and again he kissed Sally with an unction that filled Radford's heart with envy. Jones found the red ears Kersistently, but nobody else succeeded 1 getting any, and the laugh that had heraldedliis success finally gave place to mutterings of discontent. Look yer," said Radford suddenly, "all those yer ears must be left whar all kin see 'em. No repeatin', mind yer." "A little applause greeted this, but it was hushed when Jones said sarcastical ly: "Thar they be. A goodlier pile than ye'd husk in twicet ther time." He pointed behind Sally at a pile of the red corn. Still Jones found noth ing but red ears, and Sally got all the kisses. Nobody else found any, and the common discontent was apparent when the pile had finally dwindled away. Then a fiddler began scraping out wheezing dance music, for Jones success had cast a damper on the party, and the merry time dragged. Finally a barrel of cider was tapped, and all were invited to drink. Jake, the old hired man of Farmer Treuette, drank more than was good for him, and became noisy and garrulous. He had appeared that night wearing a brand new pair of cownide boots and a waistcoat of wonderful pattern. When asked where he got his good clothes, he winked syly, but refused to make any explanation. The bell at the house summoned all the merry makers, and Jones seized Sally around the waist and led her off, leaving Rad ford a prey to jealousy behind. Jake, meantime, was capering gleefully about the party, occasionally stopping in front of Jones and winking malic iously. Jones lost his patience at last, and pushed the old fellow from him so forcibly that he fell headlong to the ground. He got up, threatening ven geance. The supper was at its height, and the guests seemed to have regained their spirits, when Radford rose, and, rap ping loudly on the table, asked per mission to make a speech. Everybody was astonished. The idea of the diffi dent, irresolute farmer making a speech was something they could not understand, and so they were silent through sheer wonder. "I stan' yar to tell ye suthin' ye'll find it hard tu believe, but which it will be true as preachin', howsumever. Thet man thar, said Radford, growing red with anger and shaking his finger men acingly at Jones, "is a reptile in human shape. Yisterday he got Jake to pile all ther red ears on one side, an' he, know- in' which side they was to, set hisself thar, an' has been a stealin' kisses an' a robbin' us of 'cm ther hull livelong time. Which I've said, an' now want Jones to meet me out yonder an' see whuther I kin punish him for his rob bery." Everybody agreed that it was a mean trick, and glared at Jones. The lat- J ter rose, ana m a laughing way re plied: "Which ther statement maae ny xxaa ford bein' kerect, I have no wish to dis pute. What I'm hankerin' to say, though, is jest this: All's fair in love an' war. I hev beat him in love, leastways In kisses, an' now'll tackle him in war if so bein' all's agreeable." The women protested, but the men put them down, and insisted that there was no other way out of the diffi culty. The party, men and women, withdrew to a level pasture beyond the barn, a ring was formed, and Radford and Jones in their shirt sleeves squared off at each other. The moon had not yet disappeared, and with the stars gave just enough light to enable the men to see things in a blurred, indistinct way. Sally, with a pale face and frightened eyes, stood a little space away. At the word of a man who agreed "to see fair," the two men rushed fiercely at each oth er, and the heavy sound of blows was heard. Kadford. staggered back with a bloody face and gasping for breath. Jones was cool and confident It was seen at once that he could use his hands, and that the great strength of Radford would be conquered by Jones' skill. Again the men met J ones parried Rad ford's blows with ease, and finallv sprang back and launched out both of his great rawbonea nsts, lanamg them square on Radford's neck. Radford dropped as though he had been shot, There was a shrill scream and Sally dashed through the ring of people and kneeling beside the prostrate man raised his head in her lap and fondled him until he regained con sciousness. "Whar ve should be. Sail v. is over yar," said Jones, lugubriously. bally turnea upon him nerceiy. "You ruffian!" she cried. "You robbed him and the rest of all pleasure to-night, and now you beat him. I love him and I hate you." Radford, regaining his feet, began to tremble. 'Ye love me?" he cried. "Why, gal, I furgive him freely, an' would take all ther lickin's he ever heerd tell of fer this." "Ef so be it," said Jones, sulkily, thar ain't no one else a-waitin' ter be licked, I'll jist meander humwards, but I give ye fair warnin', ther fust time I ketch Jake I'll lambaiste him." N. Y. Sun. A Powerful Torpedo-Boat. The Falke, torpedo-boat, just built in England for the Austrian Government, made her official trial recently, when the mean speed of her six runs over the measured mile, made in fighting trim, reached the surprising figure of 22.263 knots per hour, the vessel hav ing actually covered 22 1-4 knots within the hour. The Falke is 135 .feet long, 14 feet in extreme width, and 9 feet deep. Her draught forward in fighting trim is 2 feet 3 inches, and aft 5 feet 6 inches, her displacement being: 88 tons. She is built throughout of galvanized steel, her skin varying in thickness from one-eighth to one-quarter of an inch, the greatest thickness being at her bows, to strengthen her for ram ming purposes. Her machinery is of the compound surface-condensing type, having three cylinders. One of the most important peculiarities of the boat is that she is fitted with a loco motive boiler which generates steam sufficient to indicate 1,400-horse power. N. Y. Post. Sir John Lubbock declares thattho mind of ants differs from that of men only in degree. " UP TO SNUFF." The Trick of an Imp, as Told in Seven Chapters. Fliegende Blatter. ACCIDENTAL SHOOTING. A Texas Darky Explains the Advantages of His System of Defense. The frequency with which unloaded guns and pistols are discharged with fatal results is suggestive of the suspicion that some of the alleged deplorable accidents are the re sult of deep design. These peculiar accidents remind one of a conversation that occurred between two negroes. "What has yer got wrapped up in dat paper?" "Dat's a pistil, one ob dis heah pistils what's easy on do trigger, what cocks hit self and shoots hitsell off." "Wliaffor does yer want a pistil? Can't yer 'fend yersef wid a knife?" The other negro, who was a very hard case, shut one eye, and with a smile that was calculated to produce a shudder, re plied: "When a pistil goes off and lulls a man yer kin make folks believe it went off by akcerdent, but ef you say a knife killed a man akcerdentally some folks will be shore to hab doubts." Texas Sittings. A Nice Old Police Force. An old and innocent-looking man was waiting at the Third street depot the other day for a train, and as he was walking in and out a good deal the police officer on that beat cautioned him to look out for confidence men. "Oh, I know all about confidence men," was the reply, and that ended the conver sation for that time. In about an hour the old man came rushing up in an excited state of mind and cried out: "Some infernal skunk has picked my pocket of twenty-two dollars!" "Well, I cautioned you." "You're a liar! You told me to look out for confidence men, and never said a word about pick-pockets! While I was a-telling one chap that I was no greenhorn, and that nobody could confidence me, his partner got into my pocket. You're a nice old police force, you are!" Detroit Free Press. Not That Kind of a Ring. "Deep in the satin recesses," his letter ran, "of this fairy-box you will find a ring. I had it made for you to inclose, as it were, my sentiments on this joyful'occasion." Her heart stood still. "How beautiful!" she murmured, as she took up the box. ''How simple and poetic 'a way of asking me to bo his wife, and so direct. Ah ! " and she kissed the bluish pa per and tenderly untied the string. "I tremble," she whispered. "Will it be a diamond, orji ruby, or " It was neither. It was a napkin-ring. San Francisco Chronicle. Plantation Philosophy. Ef dar is a place o' torment fur anennals, de balky boss is gwine dar. It doan meek no diffunce how big er liar er pusson is he hates de pusson dat won't tell de truth. De road ter nearly eberythin' good is bersot wid differkilties. Do meat o' de bony fish is de sweetest. , It's mighty seldom dat yer ken tell er pusson 'zactly how yer wants er thing done, an' nine times outen ten it is better fur er pusson ter do it hisso'f, fur eben ef it ain' done so well, he is better pleased wid de job. When yer itches 'twixt de shoul ders it's er mighty hard matter ter tell er pusson whar ter scratch. Arkansaw Trav eler. Tho Tale of the Trousers. A Gardiner man brought a pair of pants of a trader recently, giving an order on a prominent ice dealer for payment. The pants didn't fit. and he wished to exchange them, but this the dealer refused to do, as they were slightly soiled. The. man was indignant and sought the advice of a law yer. The lawyer went to the dealer and persuaded him to take the pants back and return the order. The man who returned the clothing was delighted, and didn'tthink it at all exorbitant when the lawyer de i. Jp in. mmmfmm manded the order in payment for his ser vices. The dealer got the pants; the law yer got the order, and the purchaser got left. Augusta Journal. Married men as Ducllsti. Here is a good story apropos of dueling Two frequenters of the principal cafe at Aries quarreled, with the result that two friends of the one who considered himself the affronted party waited on the other, a corn merchant in the town. The latter received them courteously, but after hear ing their message sent them back to his an tagonist with the reply: "J-eum. uarjuza, he said, "that itwould give me great pleas ure to fight him were we on an equality as adversaries. But M. Carjuza is a bachelor and I am a married man and the father of three children. Tell him that when he, too, is a married man and the father of threo children I will seriously consider his chal lenge." London Figaro. Tho Bad Little Girl. She was in tho parlor entertaining Dr. Pillgarlic while her big sister was putting the finishing touches to hertoilet up-stairs While she was munching the candy he had given her, she suddenly put her hand to her cheek. 'Oh, dear, I've got toof-ache!" 'That's too bad," hesaid sympathetica!- iy- . I wish my teel was like bister inline s. she said,- artlessly. Why?" he asked. 'Then, when they ached, I could take 'cm out an' put 'em in a mug till they got through." tVnd then aister Lilhe, who had entered, led her out with the remark that "little cirls should have been in bed long ago." Sam, the Scaramouch. Where He Was Struck. Witness Yes, sir. He struck me on tho bridge Lawyer (sharply interrupting) How is that? You said awhile ago that he struck you on the balcony? Witness So he did, sir. I'm tellin' you no lie. Lawyer Did he strike you more than once? Witness Only once, sir. Begorra, I was quite satisfied. Lawyer How then could he striKe you on the bridge and on the balcony at the m same time and with ono blow? Witness Anyhow, he did, sir. Judge (interfering) On what balcony? Witness The balcony of the hotel, your Honor. Judge And on what bridge? Wifnpas Tim Virirltrn nf mv TIOHB. sir. Had the spalpeen waited, I'd a told him. l'mlaueiphia Vail. A Child's Definition. Mother," said a little Rockland girl, looking up from her book, "what, does transatlantic mean?" Oh, across the Atlantic, of course. Don't bother me; you make meforgetmy count." "Does trans always mean across?" "I suppose it does If you don't stop bothering me with yourquestions you'll go to bed." "Then does transparent mean a cross parent?" Ten minutes later she was resting in her little couch. Ilockland Courier. Getting: Used to the Public. YoungPianist (downhearted) Oh,it's no use, I don't seem to have any luck. The people are continually telling me I can't play, and have no talent whatever. Veteran Pianist Don't be so downcast, my boy. You'll soon get used to the ways of the public. Why I've had the same thing said to me a great many times, only yes terday, in fact, and by a man whom I es teem highly. N. Y. Star. Objected to Being Tipped. De Guj' I heard you were arrested the other day on account of a beastly row with a waiter. Allcash So I was. He had me arrested for giving him a tip. De Guy Impossible! Who ever heard of such a thing? Allcash True as shooting, though. He was deuced insolent, and I just tipped him over the table with my boot. Philadelphia Call. Anxious Judge Peterby. Mrs. Judge Peterby is a very spare wo man. She is excessively thin. A few days ago her husband said: "I don't really think that you ought to go out on the street, Mariah." "Why not?" she asked. "Well, you know there is so much danger just now from mad dogs. They will bite at almost anything." "But I don't think I am in any more danger than anybody else." "O, yes you are. Dogs love to gnaw bones,".-Texas Sittings. v.- jriiiimiiiimiiini,iinium, 1! PITH AND POINT. Kingston (N. Y.) dudes have de cided not to kiss girls who chew gum. Let the good work go on. We mean the gum-chewing. Fall River Advance. Bishop Home promised to "spare no labor to learn the art of it" if any one would tell him "how truth may be spoKcn without ollendmg some." N. Y. Tribune. This was a rare philosophy in tho three-year-old boy who asked what night is for, and not content with the reply " or rest anu sleep, added, "JNo, papa, inguc is ior to-morrow." A Virginia Colonel blew into a gun the other day and found it was loaded. It isn't safe for men who don't know anything about firearms to bother with them. Jiodiesler Post-Express. "Kiss the baby while you can,-" ad monishesa poet. "We can kiss her just as well eighteen or twenty years from now if she's that kind of a baby," cau tiously remarKS tno liunaio express. A modern wit defines the difference between men and women: "Aman gives forty cents for a twenty-five-cent thing he wants, and a woman gives twenty five cents for a forty-cent tiling she does not want. " In a New York bank: Texas Vis itor "I reckon, stranger, you do a right smart business?" Banker, prompt ly "My dear, sir, you have no idea how extended our business relations are. At the present time we have three cashiers in Canada. N. Y. Sun. A little four-yeav-old girl was put to bed in the third storv of her home and left, as usual, in the dark. A ter rible thunder-storm came up, and the mother, thinking that the child would be frightened at the lightning, went to her. On entering, the child called out with delight: "Mamma, the wind blew the sun up just now; did you sec it?" Fears had no entrance there. Toledo Blade. The athleticism of these times is not always conducive to the smooth running of the household. "I must hurry home," said Mrs. DePeyster to Mrs. De Joghns the other morning. "Reginald has been riding his bicycle again.'" "In deed, and diu he break his record?" "O, no; but he broke his other leg. He has only ono whole limb now, and that is the middle finger of his left hand." Hartford Post. "Yes, sir," said Jones to Smith, "flfl m pn orrnw in nm nnil o-v-nniMnnnn they advance in knowfedgc." "I don't think so," replied Smith. "Don't think so? That's rather singular. The opin ion I hold on the subject is the universal opinion." "It maybe, but I have my own opinion, nevertheless, and it is that the younger we are the more we know. When I was a youth I knew twice as much as my father. Now I am aged, and I don't know half as much as niy TOn." -Boston Gazette. -"0, Henry! you must send for fho doctor at once. I believe-1 am getting the dropsy. Now don't delay a mo ment." Mr. De Blank "Why, what put that in your head?" "Dear me! Will you never be satisfied that what I say is true? I got weighed to-day, and O, it's awful. I weighed three hundred pounds." "Awful! Where did you get weighed?" "Around at vour coal yard." "Calm yourself, my dear. Your weight is exactly one hundred and fifty pounds." Montreal IVitness. UNCLE ESEK. Words of Wisdom and Philosophy Clothed in a Homely Garb. If we expect to be happy -we must be busy; it is better to hunt up a hornet's nest and fight that, than to be out of a job; no idle man ever was happy, and but few idle men arc innocent long. Mirth is short-lived; cheerfulness never tires. It never was intended that man should be perfect on earth; the great thing is not never to miss the bull's eye but to get a little nearer to it every time we shoot. Those who mold and move most tht minds and actions of men are seldom seen. They never head the procession. Rheumatism, like many other tilings, is easy enough to cure in some one else; but when we undertake to cure our own, then business begins. Mv dear youth, if you must talk about yourself, pray don't mention your good luck; the world doesn't care to listen to such things. Yon may put the worm down as a mob of fools, but don't forget this! it takes a smart man to beat lliem. No man ever did a polite thing yet without feeling a little prouder for it. There are plenty of people on earth, who are going to be very indignant when they reach the other world, ana find there are no reserved seats. Justice ought to be as cheap as the dew, but half the time it costs more to get it than it is worth. Century. BASE BALLS. How They Are Blade An Ingenious and Important Industry. The manufacture of base balls in this country has become an important in dustry, and an ingenious one, too, according to the description given of the process: First, there is a little hard rubber ball, around which there is wound a strong blue coarse yarn, and, when this reaches a prescribed size, it is firmly wrapped with white Vene tian yarn. Tho balls are now' placed in an oven and baked until the moisture is taken out of them and they are re duced in size, this making them solid. They are then coated with cement, which causes the balls to retain their shape, and they can not be knocked crooked. After this comes some fine blue yarn and around the whole is placed fine white gilling twine. The balls are weighed, each to have a cer tain weight, and the covers are put on, these Doing made of the best horse hide. It consists of two pieces, each cut in the shape of a figure eight. By bending one section ono way, and the other in an opposite direction, a complete cover is obtained. This is a simple and effectual substitute for tho former method of covering with four pieces of leather. N. Y. Tribune. READING EOR THE YOUNG. BOATING IN THE SKY. Lazy clouds, so slowly floating. That would bo my kind ot boating Hiding, gliding, high in air. Bound for oh, for anywhere! Do you over sail so far That you steer against a star? And the moon Who turns you round When on her you'd run aground? As the wild goose quacks it south, Can you see inside his mouth? When the bluebird brings the spring, Js It pinned beneath his wing? Have you ever seen that town Where the sun stays when ho"s down? Ts his hairall gold and curly? s Howdoes ho get up so early? Who lives 'way on yondor hill. Always talking when it's still? I wonder, oh. 1 do just wonder If you've seen old growling Thunder! Cau't he stop his children's clatter? Is ho mad? Or what's the matter? Many queer things you must spy. Hiding there, so wild and high Lazy clouds, so slowlyiloating. That would bo my kind of boating. Jolm Vance Cheney, in St. Nicholat. BANTAM BOB. The Story of a Little, Handsome and Plucky Bird His Ignoble End. Bantam Bob was little. He did not know it. At least he did not seem to know it. He held up his head and strutted in his gait as loftily as though he were the tallest of the Shanghais! Little dwarf! hardly larger than a robin, his weight less than one pound. Little, but so plucky. It is said of his variety of birds: "They are more courageous and pug nacious than gamecocks five times their weight and size a beautiful ex ample of a great soul in a little body." Bob was a living witness of the truth of this description seventeen times a day. Did he not attack, rout and put to flight every beast, every man, woman and child the owners, Frank, Elmor and Carrie Marsh excepted that crossed his path? Yes, of course he did. Bob was handsome. He knew it At least he seemed to know it. In the adjoining dooryard was a vain pea cock, the green and black of whose back and wings, the blue of whose neck, the brown, green and gold and violet of whose tail made a beautiful play of colors in the shifting sunlight. Bob was every whit as vain as the peacock, else he never would have vied with or aped him so. If the peacock promenaded along the top of the board fence with a haughty air, trying to daz zle people's eyes with his lustrous splendor, Bob would strut up and down the gravel walk with an air just as haughty and twice as ridiculous. Me seemed to say: "Look at the coarse monster. His features are the colors of the rainbow. My feathers are every one as white as snow. I am to i fnfLcnrpjy ash c HearJiis. liarsh voice. He can'tcrow. 1 can. Then up he would ily to the fence top and follow right in his rival's footsteps, crowing lustily, until, tired of being crowed over by that little midget, the favorite would vanish, tail and all. Bob had accomplishments. He would stand erect upon the palm of Frank's outstretched hand, and, at the word of command, shut both eyes, hide his head under his wing and pretend to be fast asleep. The Marsh children had so many pets that they played menagerie with them on Saturdays. Admittance one cent and always a full house. Frank had a mustang pony, five rabbits, a woodchuck and a coon. Elmer had a calf, a guinea pig, a lamb and a dog. Carrie, who was only four years old, had only tabby and her five kittens. Bob was a joint possession. These pets would have formed a "Happv Family" had it not been for Bob's jealousy, li Frank caressed his pony, if Elmer patted his calf, or Car rie hugged Tabby, Bob would fly into their faces like aismall fury. Then Elmer would seize and stroke him, Frank feed him loppercd milk and Car rie call him pet names until ins rumeu feelings were smoothed and Bobby was himself again. The children had their hands fun. to keep peace on his ac count. Every member of the family had something against him. He acted so. Katy Kos-ta-ma-lasky, the Bohe mian hired girl told them "he had torn her new ball dress made of -pink mo-squito-netting.anclshe meant to make a pie of him, bake it in a patty-pan and eat that pie nerseii, liateiui nttie rooster." Frank and Elmer did not believe Katy and said so. "Yes he had," she said, "she was at the well talking with John Nikota when something came whack up against the back of her neck. She ran into the house; the door slammed to; her dress was caught and dreadfully torn, just ruined." There, there, you did it yourseir, cried Frank. Elmer said: "No busi ness to wear such a slimsy dress." They began quarreling, when Carrie said: "J. Know what maae uou tear Katy's dress." "What?" said all their voices in concert. "Cos Bob, he was jealous of Katy's beau." This witty remark ot uame s restorea narmony at once, and, no doubt, saved Bob's life. Mrs. Marsh was vexed at him and threatened to have him beheaded be cause he ilew on to the kitchen table and ate the top crust off her pies. At this threat Carrie seized and hid him under a sieve in the woodhouse cham ber, feeding him, in the meantime, so much rich fruit-cake he came near dy ing of dyspepsia. The music" teacher both feared and hated him because he was for ever shocking her nerves by jumping sud denly upon her shoulders and flying into her face unexpectedly. He hated her because tho noise of her piano drowned his crows. He wished always to be heard. But the children be friended him and saved his life many a time. Once though they thought it was all over with their iavorite. He had not a spark of reverence in that great soul of his, not an atom. He was saucy to the minister. Let Mr. Marsh hear of that it would be useless for them to interfere. Perhaps Bob was angry because that solemn-faced minister so frightened the children that they had not petted him since his arrival. At any rate, he never showed more fight or rage in his life thaw when he flew at the parson. What do you think the minister said to the children after prayers that night? It was this: "That's a plucky little Bantam of yours, boys." They both turned pale. Carry began to cry. He continued: "I wish I could obtain one just like him for my little sickly boy at home. He is very fond of such pets." Was he not good? Elmer told Frank confidentially. "If that minister would only stay here I should join the church, his church, right off." "So would I,' said Frank, 'he's the man for me; he knows enough to admire Bob." When not doing anything else Bob was certain to be teasing Tabby. She did not care one fig on her own ac count, but those kittens of hers they must not have their eyes put out before they wer fairly opened to the glories of this beautiful world. All her moth erly instincts and feelings forbade it One lovely summer afternoon when the entire family were absent excepting Katy Kos-ta-ma-lasky John Nikota said she had no eyes or ears for any thing else Tabby got her back up at Bob. First she cuffed him, then she spit in his face, and had about made up her mind to eat him alive, when he escaped from her clutches. He flew on to tho soap barrel and crowed over her. Tabby, doubly enraged, sprang up after him. Her weight tipped the cover off and Bob fell into the barrel. Tabby fell in too, but she got out again. Bob never did. At least not until next morning, when Elmer fished him out. Then he was dead. Of course he was. What a vast pity so little, so hand some, so plucky a bird should have met his death in a soap barrel. Long and sincerely the children mourned for him. They laid him ten derly in a little tin box and buried him in a shady corner in the garden. Elmer put white palings around his grave, and Carrie planted a white rose bush upon it. Frank set up a little headstone, upon which was printed "Brave Bantam Bob," Jennie Vickery, in N. T. Tribune. DON'T CUT THE STRING! The Habit of Wasto in Little Things a Drawback to One's Value and Useful ness. Said one of the most successful merchants of Cleveland, 0., a day or two since, to a lad who was opening a parcel: "Young man, untie these strings don't cut thein!" It wasn't the first remark he had made to a new employe. It was the first lesson lor the lad to learn, and involved prin ciples of success or failure in his busi ness career. Pointing to a well-dressed man behind the counter, he said: "There is a man who whips out his scissors and cuts the strings of the anything more. I presume he lives from hand to mouth and very likely is more or less in debt The trouble with him is that he was never taught to save, l tola the coy iust now to untie the string instead of cutting it, not so much for the value ot the string as to teach him that everything must be saved and nothing wasted. If the idea can be firmly impressed upon the mind at a beginning in life that nothing was made to be wasted, you have laid tho foundation of success." The moral of this little incident is self-evident. A young man well brought up, with a fair education, seeks emplovment in a business house. The habit of waste in little things is noticeable, and becomes a drawback on his value and usefulness to his employ er. The disregard of saving strings and paper develops into carelessness that runs through all his habits. He does not get on in the world because he is wasteful. Small sums slip through his finerers almost uncon sciously because they are small. He wastes time oy me imnuiu, wimuuu i thousht of the old adase: "Take care of the minutes and the hours will take care of themselves." Sitting in the counting-room of one of Cleveland's oldest and most suc cessful merchants of the day we noticed that he cut off the blank sheets of the letters he was engaged in filing. The name of this man is a S3nonym ot character and benevolence, and his liberality in all good works is almost utiDounaea. iiis attention oeiug called to what seemed to be an unu sual proceeding, he said: "Yes, it mav strike vou as a singular thing to save these half sheet of paper, but I commenced life as a boy in a country store, and'this was one of the first les sons in saving little things that was taught me by my employer. He has been nearlv half a century under the sod bntl never do this without thinking of the good old man. I believe it was the cause of my success in life." This saving of little things aoes not imDlv stinginess or meanness. It 13 simply the habit of saving instead of wasilllj;. 13 emuuiueu. m iud muiw. Waste not, want not" Therefore we do say: "Don't cut the string. Newsboys Appeal. A Timely Suggestion. One hundred and twenty-six thou sand miles of railway are now resonant with commerce in the United States. Each mile contains 3,000 wooden ties ("the average life of the tie is ten years: pnfih v(ar 10 ner cent of the ties is re newed). At 60 cents apiece the an nual cost is more tnan 3zv,uuu,uuv, ana ten vears from date everv tie now in use will have been renewed. Think of the forests thus destroyed, and of the other means of consumption of timber products, in bridges, cars, n'oralmlKoi ilunnta nnrl fliol whlf-'ll thfi 'nranimis and insatiable railroads also employ; and do they replace any trees? V ... IJ..1- U T.OT7 L- nlnrod tho rirrhts of the States to recru- late railroads in many ways, and why not as to their utilization for tree planting along their lines on their 100 feet of right of wayP J. Sterling Mor ton, tn Outing. An Indian scholar at the Carlisle, Pa., school wrote home: "There should be no ludians within the United Steles wrapped in blankets whea other people are so busy working."