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?SI slSuSikiu. Independent in All Things." J; w. DOiiRiNGToy, Proprietor. VOLUME XY. YUMA, ARIZONA, SATURDAY, MARCH 6, 1886. NUMBER 14. BE WHAT YOU AM. Dare's a mighty sight ob dlffems 'Twcen de man dat goes erlong 'Thout pradin ob Ills virtues, An a slngin' his own song, An' de chump dat makes folks weary By a-blowin his bazoo 'Boat de monstrous great big "I" An' de little bit ob yo De firs' kin lam a lesson In-de rongh an' tumble school; De odder nebber kin ketch on, Erkase he am a fool. Mos folks dey know dat hu am like A bladder full ob href. An' dat it he war simmered down Dar wouldn' be much lcf. Jk8' member ilis, dealt chillun, To be jist what yo am. Fur de oyster's nebber tryln' to Slake folks think he's a clnin. Mort Wood, in Maverick. BACK TO LEPER'S LAND. A Daughter Overjoyed at Being Sent "Home." There is a dreary, desolate region on Bayou L , not very far from Hew Orleans, which is shunned and dreaded by all men. It is not that the gray Spanish moss, whose lugubrious festoons cover the trees and hang their funereal banners to the earth, seem to whisper to the slug gish airc "Malaria! malaria!" It is not because of the festering la goons, with their green scum, broken now and then by the flat, waving head of a water moccasin, nor yet for the ugly swamp stretching ba'ck, with its fantastic lines, like monstrous serpents twisting around the trees, and a green, ghastly light Altering through the densely-woven branches overhead and playing on the brown water of the swamp pools, like a witch's dance of light and shadow. No; nature had done her part to make that portion of Bayou L hideous, but a heavier curse rests upon it It is La tcrre des Leprcux (Leper's Laud). Many years ago the dreaded disease appeared on one of the French colon ists, shortly after Louisiana was settled. He fled from his family and buried him self in that wild region. His family joined him there, either because some other member was stricken or from devotion, and one by one suc cumbed to the fatal plague. Mean time, other lepers had joined them, for at one time there was a great many cases among the foreigners, and Bayou L became a common refuge for those pariahs. They cultivated the ground, and took into their wretched fives suck enjoyments as lay in their ' power. They were not forgotten by the charitable. Catholic priests visited them at intervals, carrying the dona tions of the pious, and though mystery enveloped the country of these hapless beings, they were assisted whenever they needed assistance. One morning I was sitting on a bench in Jackson Square, when I saw coming out of the cathedral the good priest, Fattier Raymond, holding a little girl by the hand. They crossed the street, eng tered the Square, and approached the bronze equestrian figure of the great General near which I was sitting. The little girl, a heautiful child sue was, about ten years old, was looking about with a grave, pre-occupied air, which seemed strange in one so 3oung. Father llayniond had been my friend from childhood, and we were always happy to meet, in spite of the difference in our faiths. "What a lovely child that is, Father!" I said, when the first greeting was over. "Who isshe?" "Marie St. Cyr,." he answered. "Go, then, ma petite, and look at the flowers and trees. Thou wilt find me here when thou art tired, and we will go home." The child moved slowly off, not with a buoyant, light step, but heavily, and with evident reluctance. "She is not sick, is she?" I asked. "She looks so blooming! I never saw a lovelier creature, with those sunny auburn curls, and those soft gray eyes, with their long black lashes. She can not be sick?" The priest shook his head gravely. one is not sick, now, out mere is jii tle of the child in that ten-year-old maiden. You will understand me when I tell you she conies from 'Leper's Land.' Her father was attacked by lep rosv five years ago, and his wife and child followed him. Madame. St. Cyr has reason to believe that she has con tracted the disease, and, having no rela tives in this country, she has confided the child to me. She wishes to give her the only chance to escape; perfect isola tion from the lepers. She said to me: " 'It breaks my heart to part with my darling, my only child; but we must give her a chance. Father, she must never see us again, even in our death hour. I may have to live long, long years without her. for leprosy kills by slow inches, but I bid farewell to her forever.' 1 think the death agony will be more easily borne by the poor mother than the separation from her child. She tried hard to be brave, but it was a pitiful courage. The father poor wretch! whose days are numbered, broke down utterly. He was afraid to touch his child or caress her, for hands and face are alike leprous, but he sank on his knees and cried aloud amidst sobs: '0 ma petite, never to see. thy sweet face again! never to hear thy voice! God help me to bear it!' " "And poor Marie?" I asked. "How did the child bear it?" "She clung to her mother, screaming, and refused to come. She can not un derstand why she is banished. She knows, no one better, what a fearful disease leprosy is, and that it will soon kill her father, but she wants to be at home. It seems to her worse than death to be separated from her parents. The St. Cyrs are people of education and refinement, so their situation is the more terrible on that account. They have ample means, too, to provide for Marie, and give her every advantage of education.'' "But do you think she will escape the disease?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Who knows? At least her only chance was this separation. It is not a hereditary taint in the family," "I am tired, Father," said a mild voice: and looking back, we saw Mane I held out my hand, and made her sit beside me. Her exquisite beauty seemed alniost .tragic in the light of the saa story I had just heard. "Are not the flowers beautiful, Ma rie?" I said. "And the birds and the butterflies?" "Yes, madame," she answered, indif ferently; "but they arc not as pretty as the big yellow sunflowers in mamma's garden at home, and the red trumpet blossoms m the swamp. And they have no Spanish beard here" (Tilandsin usnoidcs). "Ah! it wasso pretty to pull it from the trees and make soft beds to play on. Jacques and Elena and me, we used to build real houses with it, and .dance 'la ronde' in them." "And they dance in Leper's Land?' I whispered to the priest. He nodded si lently. The child, who was not shy, went on talking gravely, and, as it seemed, more to herself than to us. "But Elena can dance no more, you know, mon Pere. Her feet are swollen so big," holding out her hands. "Ah, I want to see her, arid mamma and papa. You know, Pere Raymond, mamma said may be you would have to take me back." The priest bent his head sadly. "In one case, ves petite, but it will be because the object Qf the separation has failed. You must be good and patient, as your mamma told you. Bid madame good-bye, Marie, and let us go." After that meeting, I made it a point to see the child as often as I coulu. one went as a day-scholar to a convent not far from my boarding-house, and, witn Father Raymond's permission, often stopped to see me. The child interested me. not onlv for her beautv. but a lov ing, sweet disposition. In looking at her, I always seemed to see, like a vast, formless shadow hovering over her head, the terrible specter of leprosy, ready to clutch the sunny hair and loveij' face. Instead of becoming more reconciled to the separation from her home, she began to pine .with homesickness. Once a week her mother wrote to her cheer ful, even gay letters, which she brought me to read. The tears sometimes blind ed me as I read. I could feel the men tal torture through the brave effort to speak cheerfully. It-was like a hymn of rejoicing sung by martyrs while the flames were consuming them. "But mamma will not say when I am to come back?" Marie said to me. "No, I have read you every word; she says nothing about it." "But I can not stay awav!" she cried, burying her face in her hands, and bursting into a passion of tears. "I dream, dream all night of mamma, and when I wake up, oh, I cry so much, it makes me sick! "But don't you want to obey mam ma?" I asked. "She knows if yon stay at home you will be very ill and die, and she wants you to be well and strong." The child's eyes filled with passionate longing as she cried: "Oh, to be sick with mamma! why, madame, that would be Heaven! Look tou, she takes me in her arms, and she rocks me like a baby, and she tells me stories, and she kisses me all the time. Ah, mon Dieu, but that is all I want in the world! I shall die if 1 do not go back." I soothed her convulsive sobs as well as I could, but again and again the same scene was enacted. "She will die of home-sickness," I said to Pere Raymond the next time we met. "Leper's Land is to her a paradise, and you will never weaken cither her memory or her attachments. The good priest raised his reverent eyes to the skies. "When our own wis dom fails, why, we" will have to leave the matter in wiser hands. Some way will be opened for the innocent little one. We will do our duty, and safely leave her in her Father's hands." "Are you not afraid to go among those people?" I asked. "Afraid!" looking at me witn sur prise, "it is not lor a priest to nom back where duty takes him. All places are good to us where we can do the Mas ter's will. My allotted duties call me to Leper's Land, and if the deaths increase as they have done within the past year, I will take up my abode there. It will not do for man's outcasts to die without the ministrations of God's ministers, and that has happened more than once. "And Madame St. Cyr, is she much worse?" "No; the disease progresses slowly with her, as it does with most Years elapse while it is moving by inches. Her husband is near the end, but the domi nant idea with both is to give Marie her one chance of escape. Such scenes as I go through there! Between the mother's agonized cry for her darling, whom yet she will not see, and the child's yearning for her parents, my heart is wrung afi the time." The next day I left New Orleans and did not return for a month. A few hours after I arrived, Father Raymond called, and my first glance at him told me something had happened. "How is Marie?" I asked instantly, feeling as sured that the gloom on the good priest's usually cheerful face had something to do.with his little charge. "I take her to her parents to-morrow." "Then she is" the word stuck in my throat "A leper, yes," he answered, sadly. "A few days after you left she was taken ill, but only a day or two ago the fatal sign appeared on her arm." There was a long silence. I could not speak for my tears, and Father Ray mond, with bent head and mournful eyes, seemed praying to himself. "How does she bear it?" I asked at last "She is perfectly happy. That seems the saddest thing. But I can not talk of it yet She wishes to see you this even ing. There is not the slightest danger yet, for the disease is just beginning." "Of course I will come," I said. When I entered Marie's room, she ran to meet me. She was positively radi ant, her beautiful eyes shining, her cheeks rose-tinged, looking like an in carnation of health and happiness. "I am so glad you have come back!" she cried. "I thought I would go home without seeing you. I won't kiss you, for they say I have leprosy, and that is the reason I am going back to mamma and papa, Ob, I am so glad!" and she clapped her hands, and laughed as I had never heard her laugh before. Did ever a mortal before rejoice at being attacked by a loathsome and fatal disease? Could the child understand what was before her? As if in answer to my thought, the said: "I suppose the leprosy will kill me, as it does the. others, and make me ug ly and dreadful like poor papa. But then, you see, I shall be with them. I don't mind anything when I think of that. 0 madame, I am so happy!" I left her smilingand full of joy at the thought of home. A few weeks after ward Father Raymond told me of the return to Leper's Land. The poor mother fell back unconscious when she saw her child. When she recovered, Mario's arms were around her, Marie's kisses on her lips. "Thou, too, my darling!" she cried; "thou, too! Oh, couldst thou not be spared the curse?" "I am glad, mamma!" Marie cried. "Iam glad, for it gives me back to thee." "I left them thus," said Father Ray mond. "In time I suppose the mother's anguish will soften, and she will see that it is best for the little one to die young. I shall be with them, for what I anticipated has come to pass. I am needed at Bayou L , and the rest of my life will be spent among the poor outcasts. This is my last visit to you." I parted with the good priest with a heavy heart. Three years ago he was brought to the Charity Hospital stricken with leprosy, and died in a short time. I saw a statement of the case published in the records of the hospital, my first intimation of the death of the good man. Of Marie I have heard nothing. Those who go into that mysterious Land are isolated from the rest of the world, and their terrible life-drama is wrpught out without spectators. God knows how it went with the beautiful child, but I hope death soon came to her. M. B. Williams, in Youtlis' Com panion. ITALIAN PAPERS. The Undeveloped State of the Dally Press of Italy. There are about two hundred daily papers in Italy. Nothing analogous to the county or village newspaper in America exists in the Italian peninsula. As for the large cities and those of the second and third class, they arc amply supplied, as will appear from the fol lowing statement: There are in Milan eight, in Rome twenty-three, in Yen Sr. six, in Genoa six. in Naplps seven, in Turin five, in Florence five .and in Palermo three. Those in Milan -ire in the most reasonable proportion, for thoro are only eight, ami the ponulntlois is not far from 300,000,' while the people of Lonbardv nr- th most energetic and ';! ' rr.m' in Tt.t1 The twenty-three at Rome are the anomaly. Rome has a popula tion of 160,000, or a little more than half that of San Francisco, yet it has three or four times the number of daily newspapers. Of these the Eomano Popolo, a sort of Government organ, has a circulation of 36,000. It is in telligently edited and influential and reasonable, like most of the journals of the country, which, when they entertain ultra-republican views like the Secolo, at Milan, content themselves with mild ex pressions of opinion, that the public harmony may not be disturbed. The Secolo, which is said to have a circula tion of 140,000, is seen everywhere in Italy and occasionally is sold at news stands in France and Spain. It has a reputation for ability and enterprise not only among its partisans but its enemies, and the manner in which it is con ducted is more like that of a first-class American than any other journal in Italy. The general distribution of news papers indicates the prevailing degree of intelligence in the localities where they are published, Rome being a nota ble exception. Naples, though having 200,000 more inhabitants than Milan, has less daily newspapers, while Paler mo, a great and important city, has only three. Genoa is about the size of Rome, yet has but six dailies and an ig norant reading constituency. The greatest proportion of illiteracy is, of course, found at Naples and down through Calabria into bicily, and here there is not only a greatly diminished cir culation of newspapers, but of all kinds of literature. Parma Italy) Cor. San Francisco Chronicle. THE ISLE OF CAPRI. An Autograph-Collecting Hermit In th Villa of a Roman Emperor. One of our walks in the Island ol Capri will take us to a very high point, on which are some ruins of the Villa of Tiberius, the Roman Emperor. This gentleman, having involved himself in a great deal of trouble at home, con-; eluded to retire to this rocky island,' where he wmld be safe from his enemies, and here he lived until his death, in the year 37 A. D. Capri must have been a very different place then as far as the manners and customs of its inhabitants are concerned. The Em peror built no less than twelve hand some villas in various parts of the island, and made all necessary arrange ments to enjoy himself as much as pos sible. The villa which we are visiting was one of the largest, and the remains of vaulted chambers and corridors show that it must have been a very fine building. A short distance below it is the top of a precipice, from which, tradition says, Tiberius used to have those persons whom he had condemned to death thrown down into the sea. This was not an unusual method of execution with the Romans, and his victims must have met with a certain death. If any of us really desire to see a her mit, we can now be gratified, for one of that profession has his dwelling here. He probably does live here all alone, but he does not look like our ordinary ideal of a hermit. He will be glad to receive some coppers, and also to have us write our autographs in a book which he keeps for the purpose. A hermit autograph collector in the ruined villa of a Roman. Emperor, on the top of a mountainous island m the Mediterranean, is some thing we did not expect to meet with on our travels. Frank Jt. Stockton, in St. Nicliolas, A BLIZZARD CURE. Tho Iagentoai System Invented By a Ha inanltarlan From Montana. "Yes, I am on my way to Washing ton," replied a man with a buffalo overcoat and a beaver cap who was hold up for an interview at one of the hotels the other day. "It is hinted that you have made an important discovery?" "So I have. 1 am Captain John White, of Montana, the man who first discovered tho" birthplace of blizzards, and who invented a cure for them." "Tell me about it?" "Well, I have nothing to conceal in the matter. For five winters past I have been iii the Far West watching cold waves or blizzards. Nineteen out of every twenty start on a line drawn from Fort Union, in the northern part of Montana, to Fort Laramie, in South ern Wyoming. There are mountains, rivers, valleys and plains on that line, and these bring about the conditions re quired for a radical atmospheric change." "Did you ever sec a blizzard born?" "A hundred of them." "What is the operation?" "Well, for instance, one day last win ter I was in camp on the Powder river, in Wyoming and directly west of the Black Hills. It was a pleasant, sun shiny day, and during the forenoon the wind blew smartly from the Hills. Just about,noon, while I was preparing my dinner, a puff of wind from the Laramie Mountains, to the south, hit me. On the plains, a mile to the south of me, and just where two valleys brought these two difl'erent winds to a focus point, a cloud of snow was lifted high in air, and the wind began to circle. In ten minutes the cloud began moving toward me, and the mercury soon went down eleven degrees. Tho cloud bore to the northeast, struck the north fork of the Big Cheyenne river, and followed it east to Fort Sully, spreading its flanks as it went. At Sully it ran down the Missouri to the Iowa State line. Here the wave was a hundred miles long. When it got down to Omaha it was two hundred miles. It left the river there and wont cast, and by the time the center reached Des Moines one wing was at Min neapolis, due north, and the other at Sedalia, due south. From wing to wing was five hundred miles. That wave took in Wisconsin, Illinois and Indiana, and was kept from Michigan by lake in fluences, and later on all the Atlantic - ' s;.n,n. ! i' P n w- "i.';. pewit -of tho Hi. i'ij I luve n Worn "Could it have been stopped?" "Certainly. It was no larger than a barrel when it . tartcd." "What is your 'ire for these cold waves?" "Well, I've "' m -p i-i ni-iinn You must warm the air as the first step. In 'that case you kill the germ and the blizzard falls flat. On this line of tho birthplace of blizzards, a distance of five hundred miles, base-burner coal stoves should be set about six feet apart. Ten thousand stoves might do it, but the Government might as well add five thousand more and make a sure thing of it. Each stove would burn, say, nine tons of coal during the winter. One man, as I figure it, could attend to five stoves. As all the stoves would be out of doors, only one length of pipe to a stove would be required. I'figure on saving seventy eight thousand joints of stove-pipe. .This item alone would pay for most of the coal. Every blizzard costs the coun try three million dollars. We have an average of ten per season. I figure that I can stop every one for one hun dred dollars each. This saves the coun try twenty-nine million dollars per sea son. The Government puts twenty mil lion dollars in its pocket and hands me the other nine." "And you have an idea that your scheme will be adopted?" "Certainly. The only fear I have is that the Government may want to put plain stoves off on me. while I shall stick for the nickel-plated affairs. There is no use going into this thing with any thing cheap. I shall return m about a week, and as I will then know exactly how much I can save on stove-pipe I hope you will come and sec me. This afternoon I shall try and figure on using one leg to a stove, thus saving thirty thousand stove-legs. This would pay for the coal for thrco hundred and sixty seven stoves. Don't forget to come an? see me." Detroit Free Press. PERPLEXING. The First Financial Transaction of a Prominent Hanker. B. K. Jamison, the Philadelphia bank er, recently said: "Did I ever tell you about my first financial transaction of importance? No? Well, it took place in my native town in Indiana County. I was a little shaver of five, and one day I importuned my father far some money with which to buy candy. He was talk ing with a gentleman at the time, but he put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a dime, giving it to me with the in junction to spend but half of it and to bring the other half home. I took the money, but how to obey puzzled me. I walked along cogitating over tho matter until I ar rived in front of a tinsmith's, when a bright idea struck me. Entering boldly in, for I knew the tinsmith, I as boldly demanded that he cut my tenpence in two pieces. He inquired the reason for my strange request, and when I told him he laughingly told me that I could have it halved at the candy store with out any cutting. Ashamed to ask there for the accommodation I desired, I in vested it all in candy and then told my father the difficulty I had experienced in carrying out his instructions." N. Y. Post. A rather shiftless sort of a fellow, who hangs around the saloons of a Texas town, was asked: "Why don't you mar ry and settle down?" "Well, I've got my reasons for it. The woman I want to marry must have lots of money, and be smart; but, when I find a woman who has money, and who is willing to marry me, her willingness is positive proof to my mind that she is stupid, and then, of course, she don't suit me. I want a smart woman for a wife," Texas Sift-ings. PITH AND POINT. "Eggs are eggs now," says the grocer as if at solne other time they had been turnips, squashes or slices ol boiled owl. Chicago Journal. I'se sorry fur de 'speptic person. 1 woul' rather hab cr good stomach an' hafter go hungry all my life den to hab er bad stomach wid or full smokehouse. Arkansaw Traveler. In these days of hydrophobia it may oo well to remark that no person who has paid for his newspapers in advance was ever known to bo bitten by a mad dog. Lynn Item. , There is a town in Australia called Random. A resident of the place, be ing absent from it, and being asked where he lived, said ho "lived at Ran dom." He was taken up as a vagrant JV. Y. Telegram. Dr. Schliemann believes, from the figures of women on certain vases, that corsets were in use in prehistoric Greece. This should teach our fashionable and wasp-waisted women a lesson. All the women of prehistoric Greece who woro corsets are now very dead. Norristown Herald. Sophronia asks: Where and when did the phrases: "Ah there!" and "Stay there!" have their origin. At Fort Mc Henry, dear, during the war of 1812. When the Stars and Stripes were run up the enemy said: "Ah there!" and the Americans said: "Stay there!" and they did. "And thus be it ever," etc.' Boston Courier. "You enjoyed the opera, Mrs. Quickrich?" "No; I was greatly disap pointed. It was a perfect fraud. The newspapers all said the tout ensemble was superb, and I went specially to see it, but there wasn't a single tout ensem ble in the whole show. I don't believo they've got one in the company." Chicago Tribune. "Well, I never knew that before," said Mrs. Gummidge, looking over the edge of her newspaper. "What's that, my dear?" asked Mr. G. "Why, that Mr. Parnell is a bachelor." "Well, you might have guessed it. He's in favor ol home rule." Mrs. Gummidge was silent a long, long time, wondering just what her husband meant Meantime Mr. Gummidge went out and sat on thedoor step like a prudent man. Chicago News. JAMES B. EADS. The Early Experiments of the Famous American Engineer. When about ten YPnr his father filled for hi in a small workshop, and riioic he constructed models of saw mills, fire-engines, steamboats steam engines, eh'ctiic.tl .; ul other machines, one ot the pa.-i.n. of lir-!uiuhood was :. -'Li in i': - . r i PiT '"irthr aga"i the family clock, and u f" ! :?- h. was able to do the same with a patent lever watch, with no tools but his pocket-knife. When thirteen, misfor tune overtook his father, and he had to withdraw from school and work his own way. His parents went to St, Louis in 1833, and he went with them. The steamer was burned in the night on the way there, and he landed barefooted and coatless, on the very spot now cov ered by the abutment of the great steel bridge which he de signed and built. The only open ing in the way of business that offered was to sell apples on the street, and by fhis means, for a few months, he sus tained himself and assisted in support ing his mother and sisters. In time he obtained a situation with a mercantile firm, where he remained for five years. One of the heads of the house having an excellent library, gave him access to it, and he used his opportunity well to study subjects bearing upon mechanics, machinery, civil engineering and physi cal science. In 1839 he obtained em ployment as a clerk or purser on a Mis sissippi river steamer. He again made the best use of his opportunity to ac quire that complete knowledge of the great river which he was afterward able to turn to such good account in the noble enterprises he so fortunately car ried into effect. In 1842 he constructed a diving-bell boat to recover the cargoes of. sunken steamers. This was followed with a boat of larger tonnage, pro vided with machinery for pumping out the sand and water and lifting the entire hull and cargo of the vessel. A company was formed to operate this device and it soon had a busi ness that covered the entire Missis sippi river, from Balizo to Galena, and even branched into some of its tributaries. By his methods, a great many valuable steamers were set afloat and restored to usefulness which it would not previously have been possi ble to save, as they would have been buried very soon beneath the river sands. It was while engaged in this business that he gamed a thorough knowledge of the laws which control the flow of silt-bearing rivers, and of the Mississippi he was able to say years afterward that there was not a stretch in its bed fifty miles long, between St Louis and New Orleans, in which he had not stood upon the bottom of tho stream beneath the shelter of the diving-bell. Popular Science Monthly. ABOUT BROODERS. The Next Ucst Thing to a Good, Motherly Old Hen. Several correspondents want directions for making a good, cheap brooder for raising a limited number of early chicks. The cheapest and best brooders for tho purpose are good, motherly old hens. I know some hens will "raise Cain" with their broods, but such are the excep tions; generally speaking a large hen in a proper coop will care for twenty ehicks in a way that ought to convince the most prejudiced incubator manufac turer that she knows what is required of her. But if you feel that the "exi gencies of the case" demand a home made brooder, all you have to do is to fet a sound box, cover it with a tank for olding water, and keep the water hot by means of a small boiler heated by a kerosene lamp, or by drawing off the cold water and filling up with hot water as often as necessary. The top of the tank must be covered with some non conductor of heat, else it will cool off more rapidly than is desirable. Under the tank have strips of old flannel for the chicks tp nestiein. iYai'rt'e Farmer. READING FOR THE YOUNG. ALBERT'S AUTOGRAPH ALBUM. Young Archibald Albert, an orderly boy. Once had, to his very great pleasure and Joy, An autograph album presented to him. Its pages wero neat and its covers were trim. Within its gay bindings of superfine leather He promptly endeavored to gather together Tho names of his every relat.on and fr.ond. Till the book should bo filled from beginning to end. But soon he perceived, with surprise and dis may And disapprobation, the very strange way In which people wrote in his elegant book He found it distressing to give it a look. Some autographs proved such" a tanglo and scrawl You scarce could determine their letters at all; While others were crooked, and some seemed to stray To the edge of the page, as If running away. Some looked as ir caught in a terrible gale: His grandfather's trembled: grandmother's was pale; His father's was blotty and straggled nwry; His mother wrote nicely he begged her to try. He pondered tho matter, then purchased another Floe album, as bright and complete as the other. And carefully copied the names everyone. As neatly and fairly as It could be done. With every angle and every line Drawn out like a copy correctly and fine. With every 1 and with every t Neatly dotted and crossed as they needed to be. His letters were regular, even and nice, His capitals stately, exact and precise. Then Archibald Albert, In viewing the whole, Breathed a sigh of relief from his orderly soul. And exclaimed to himself: " It is better by half. Than letting each one write bis own auto graph." Sutlncu Dayre, in St. Xicliolcu. THE POWER OF WILL. The Czar Feterand Benjamin Franklin A Helpful Lesson. One of the longest-remembered lessons that the great Benjamin Franklin ever received from his unclejwho was also his tutor, and which helped to make him the man he afterward became, was the showing what might be done by the untiring energy of the will in the right direction, strengthening the good im pulses and controlling the bad. "To do a thing at all times and seasons be cause our consciences tell us that it is right, whether it suits our inclination or not, is a matter of stem duty; "and duty," he said to the boy, "always de mands more or less sacrifice on our part" He told hirn roo how to maki wors ph'jisant und how to be rich, how to !: money a:id how to spend it and, above all, about the "stili, small voice.'' I want to make a man of my name akH." !; sr.J t.. .n wmt one dai . "aii'!i haw tir-t t.iugbt Inm that lie mus: fither work. beg. or .-tan e! Tliu ! showed him how to make, work phvs ant, that the produce of his work be the means of future comfort to him and how, by putting his heart into la bor, he would lighten the slavery of work, and above all how to put his will into every good impulse. I want to teach Ben to get money rather than want it or beg for it. To get it with honor and dignity, to husband it with honor and dignitj-, and, what is more, to spend it with honor and dignity." Each day Uncle Benjamin drew his lesson from some occurrence of life around him, and upon this occasion he spoke of the life of Peter, once Emper or of Russia, whose untiring energy of the will working in unison with the heart, rendered the heaviest labor light, and gave him a capacity for eng durance almost insensible to suffering and fatigue. Young Ben had heard him discussed in a general way before, when the chapel deacons had dropped in to talk with his father, but as yet he had never dreamed that that same Peter was a King, who somewhere had worked as a common shipwright Of course at the mention of his name the lad was all attention as his uncle proposed to nar rate the story of his marvelous will and purpose. The old man began by telling him that at ten years of age Peter came to the crown of Russia, but Sophia. Queen regent, his half sister, made every ef fort to keep him as ignorant as possi ble as well as to make him idle and vicious, by putting the worst tempta tions in his way and keeping all means of instruction and refinement from him. This she did that she might keep her brother longer from the throne and render him unfit for royal power. But rude and ignorant as Peter was at seventeen, he burst through the re gent's control and took the very gov ernment into his own hands. Though uneducated, he . had what was even better, a strong, persistent will, which enabled him to educate himself and give hini a firm reliance upon his own powers. ' The mechanic King had not only an instinct to conceive great things with out special training, but a will that fave him zeal to undertake them, eng urance to labor for them and cour age enough, come what might, to mas ter them. When Peter ascended the throne Rus sia had no seaport but that of Archan gel, on the banks of the White Sea, and to giveships and commerce to his countiy was the one all-absorbing ob ject in the boy's mind. Hardly was the crown on his head than the bold young Czar determined to create fleets and harbors, trade and manufactures, arts and schools for the whole nation. Peter was no ordinary youth, Uncle Ben went on. to say, and instead of set ting the people to work in building ships he resolved to learn how to build them himself, and instead of having masters he went in as a common ship wright, and worked with his own hands, living and faring like his fellow mechanics, nis crown laid aside for a paper cap. Will is the greatest power in man, as we shall see. Peter traveled to the two great maritime countries of the time, first to Holland, then to England, and worked in the dock-yards of Amster dam and Deptford as an ordinary ship builder. He longed in his heart to make his countiy a great commercial nation, and this was the way he was doing it. "What a strange thing for a King to do," you say, and so it was. But do you think such labor to such a life was drudgery? No, indeed. There was not a hand on those docks that worked more zealously or with so willing a" hand and so light a heart or so little idea of fatigue as he who wielded the hammer instead of the scepter. And all this was because he was working with his whole heart, and soul, too. He was not a mere animal in quest of food, but he had a pure and noble pur pose in his mind, a strong will, giving courage and vigor to his heart "It was the will within him, lad", said Uncle Benjamin, as he concluded the story, "that made that laborer King do his work with so little effort That kept him day by day, and month by month, without any rest, though he could have had it any day, making his humble mechanic's home happier than a palace, and his simple mechanic's fare daintier than a royal banquet So re member, my boy," that of all ways to make labor pleasant and valuable there is nothing like a noble purpose backed by a strong, noble will. History will record to you what Peter of Russia accomplished by this immense sacri fice." Young Ben was so impressed with this lesson, that after the evening hymn was chanted in his uncle's family he was found in his little room upon his knees asking of God strength to use his will in the right direction, and it is said that this one lesson, though he was taught many another, went far towards forming the character of the great and good Benjamin Franklin. Would that every boy who reads the teaching may profit by it, as he did, and determine to use his God-given. will for the right in every event of his life, and His blessing will as surely rest upon it N. Y. Observer. A WONDERFUL CAT. The Service It Kendered Birdie, and Which She Will Never 1'orget. One day a poor, half-frozen kitten came to Birdie Granger's house. Birdie had no brothers or sisters to play with, so she took the starved little gray cat in and made it welcome. She warmed it, and fed and gave it a good bed to sleep in. Under such kind care, the stranger grew fat and sleek. By Vie time it was grown, it became a most wonderful cat Birdie named her put Warble, because it purred so loud. Warble and Birdie became insep arable friends. . Tho. cat followed Birdie cvrrrwnere. i; vr. large ami strong as big j as a 5ii'aii dog. 1 or a cat. it was as tonishing how intelligent Warble was. i It had many cunning ways, and i Birdie's papa taught it to perform :reks like a doir. .rVo.i .iiM clasp U hands and put his arm- uiit in front of the cat as it stood up"i the rug. Then he would sayr "Jump, Warble! And Warble would jump through his arms and out over his hands as if it understood just what was meant, which, to be sure, it did. If Warble was watching for a mouse at a hole and any body came riear, it was accus tomed to raise its paw as a sign to the person to keep back and not make a noise. One day Warble did Birdie a service which she will never forget as long as she lives. It was a summermorning, and Birdie took puss's dish of milk out beside the garden wall, as usual. She callod War ble, and heard ajow mew just beside a crevice in the stones. Warble was watching for something a mouse, Birdie thought He lifted his paw to warn his little mistress to keep back, but she went on and said: "Come, Warble, this rich new milk is better than a mouse. Come and lap it." Suddenly Warble's eyes gleamed like two balls of fire. He waved his tail back and forth in fury. He looked like a tiger about to spring. He raised his paw again to warn Birdie off. But she was determined to see what was disturbing her cat so, and took several steps forward. She heard a rattling in the grass. Warble leaped into the air at the same moment, and came down upon the spot where she heard the rat tling. There was more rattling, and a tremendous hissing and lashing and noise. The girl was frightened, a3d screamed aloud. Her mother and grandmother ran to her in an instant They saw, with hor ror, tne cat dragging a rattlesnake out of the grass. The child had beep almost upon it. Warble had set his strong, sharp teeth into the back of the reptile's neck and broken its spine. A'. Y. Examiner. NOT HIS "HANDWRITE." Why a Young Jlisslssipplan Had to Lan guish in Jail. Old man Davidson, in Leake Coun ty, Miss., has a son in Texas. A short time ago young Davidson got into trouble and was arrested and fined. He had no mone, and it was go to jail or raise it by some means. He told the sheriff that if he would wait until he could write home to his father the money would be forthcoming as soon as his family were made acquainted with his troubles, and the mails could bring it. The sheriff suggested that he telegraph to his father to send him the money by telegraphic money order. He acted upon this suggestion. When the telegram reached the Mississippi office the operator had to send it several miles into the country to the old-man. When Mr. Davidson read it he was confused and could not understand it and appealed to his wife to assist him. She looked at the telegram, and hand ing it back, said: "John, that ain't William's handwrite, it's a trick of some of them town folks to beat you out of fifty dollars." The old man thought his wife was right William laid in the Texas jail until he got a re ply from a letter. Detroit Free Press. The following advertisement re cently appeared: '"Being aware that it is indelicate to advertise for a hus band, I refrain from doing so; but if any gentleman should be inclined to advertise for a wife, I will answer the advertisement without delay. I am young, am domesticated and consid ered ladylike. Apply," etc, N. Y. Telegram.