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LEXINGTON. :
SOUTHLAND'S WINTER.
llv'ry morn nnd ovo is misty
Till the market tower stands
Looking like a far cathedral
Wrought with unseen fairy hands.
And the city's liko a picture
Woven on a dreamland loom,
And the air is heavy weighted
With a faint and sweet perfume.
And the mist is warm nnd coaxing
As a soft kiss on the mouth.
And the roses still arc blooming
When it's winter in the South.
slumber
And the buy
Where the cypress trees are tall;
And the mockbird ci
hike the shadow of a call
From an an pel choir
And enough leaves eddy down
Just to make a bronze-lmed carpet
In the by-ways of the town;
And the red rot
Through the perfume-laden mist.
Like the lips your
Red, red lips your own huve kissed.
n anthe
listen,
gleams all
inter
for
:n lips year
There are morning glory blosst
And the four-o'clocks unclog
And long pearl-robed webs are streaming
From the bush where flames the rose;
And the air is opalescent,
And the gr
All the
1*1 ke
shines misty through
of the morning
orld dipped in dew.
hitt
green
And the red and yellow rot
And the twisty bayous gleam:
When it's winter in the Southland
eet nnd perfumed dream,
in Houston Post.
Lift's a s
—J. M. Lcwii
GUILEFUL * * *
PEPPAJEE JIM.
the Bed Top
How the Indian Woe
Boots.
HV BKKTIIA MUZZY liOWKK.
P EPPAJEE JIM drew his gay, scar
let and yellow blanket closer
about his athletic person and stepped
from the glare of yellow sunlight into
the cool shade of the catalpa tree by
ihe gate. His black eyes roved rest
lessly over the silent yard. Keno rose,
stretched himself lazily and wagged a
languid greeting. Generally speaking,
Keno hated Indians even worse than
he did the gaunt, gray coyotes which
sneaked through the sage-brush back
of the chicken yard; but he and Pep
pajee were old friends.
Peppajee stooped and rested a grimy
hand upon the sleek, black head of
the dog.
"Yo' Keno, wano dog. Heap wano!"
It was the highest praise known to his
irihe. Their scale of approbation is
simple, it is this: wano, good; heap
wano, very good, indeed. On the other
hand, ka wano is had, while iieap ka
wano is the worst possible. A more
elaborate classification of one's good
or bad qualities they consider super
fluous.
Peppajee ascended and stood upon
the porch. Finding the door open—
tor the day was hot—he advanced and
stood in the doorway, darkening the
room with his six-foot stature.
"Huh. Where yo' ketehum, Will?"
Will looked up from the new boots
he was admiring. Their high, slender
heels and shiny, red tops seemed to
him the acme of perfection.
"Hello, Peppajee. Come on in. You
like 'em boots? Wano?"
Peppajee came closer, eying the
boots covetously the while. He ran a
long forefinger critically over the red
tops. The leather was soft and pleas
ing to the touch—distracting to the
eye. His blanket slipped unheeded
from one shoulder and trailed upon the
carpet.
"Huh. Mebbyso wano, mebbyso ka
wano," he replied, guardedly. "Meb
byso holes come heap quick. Mebbyso
hurt feet—ouch!" His bronzed fea
tures mimicked the agony of uncom
fortable foot-gear, while his gaze lin
gered upon the red tops. "Red." he
admitted, reluctantly, "him heap wano
Where yo' ketehum?"
"Oh. I hetchum heap long way off—
Sau Francisco. 1 pay ?8, so." Will
held up a corresponding number of
fingers. "No hurt, feet—wano. No
holes come, mebbyso one year." Will,
when conversing with the Indians who
came often to the ranch, adopted, as
far as possible, their mode of speech.
Peppajee sealed himself gingerly
upon the edge of a chair, his blanket
wrapped jealously around him. He
would have preferred to squat com
fortably upon the floor but for the fact
that he prided himself upon his white
man ways. His beady eyes returned
hungrily to the boots.
Holes come, bimeby, yo'
"Huh.
gimme red?"
"Yes, I'll give you red when holes
It'll be a long time, though—
mebbyso one year."
come.
Peppajee grunted and relapsed into
stolid silence. Secretly. Will wondered
what had brought the fellow to the
ranch. Two years ago he had been a
frequent visitor, until Will, who was
more facetious and less discreet, bad
concocted a horrible mixture of cold
tea. red pepper, salts, vinegar and
ipecac and presented Peppajee with a
generous flask. It was April Fool's
day, but Peppajee knew nothing of
the significance of the season. All
days were alike to him.
the flask joyfully home to his wickiup,
and if he.found the "wano whisk' " be
low the standard, he made no com
plaint. The only sign of displeasure
had been a sudden break iq his visits.
Until to-day he had not deigned so
much as a g ance in Will's direction,
so that his friendliness now was rather
puzzling.
"Yo' eat dinner plenty quick, meb
byso?" asked Peppajee, insinuatingly,
as certain savory odors floated out to
his nostrils from Ihe kitchen.
"Yes. You Rlay, eat dinner with us."
Peppajee nodded acceptance of ihe
invitation, and Will produced a box of
villainous cigars, bought from a ped
dler and kept for the delectation of
such guests.
"Come out on the porch, Peppajee.
We smoke."
Peppajee rose, gave his blanket a
bitch, and followed his host.
"Where ladder? Where hoys?" he
asked, politely, as they seated them
selves.
They went for horses. Thev come
tack soon."
He carried
Peppajee smoked in luxurious silence
for a time, then began, suddenly: "Me
got heap wano pony. Me trade him
yo'. Him wano—heap wano. Him go
fas'—lak dat." He drew a hand rapid
ly through the air. "Him no buck, him
no keeck, him go* all places same.
Mebbyso rocks—lava bed—him go
a-l-o-w—him no fall. Mebbyso wano
road, him go, go, all same deer. Meb
byso heap dark—no moon, no star—
him no los', him go all time home.
Mebbyso ride all day, no stop for eat,
for drink, him go all time fas'. Heap
wano pony. Yo' trade?"
Will applied a mr.tch to his newly
rolled cigarette and puffed vigorously.
He knew something of the way of the
red man; he is full of guile as when
he rode rampant the plains, seeking
whom he might devour—that is to say,
scalp.
"What for you trade wano pony?"
h# demanded, suspiciously. "What for
you no keep him?"
Peppajee shifted his position un
easily; his eyes narrowed. "Vinie,
she ride all the time. Vinie heap lazy.
1 lick. She no care, she ride all time
same. Vinie no stay wickiup—no cook
—no make moccasin for sell. Mebbyso
me keel deer, me come home. Vinie
gone. Me haf skin deer—haf cook.
Vinie come back blmeby, me lick. No
good. She go nex' day all same." He
paused, dramatically, then continued.
"Me trade pony. Me git noder pony,
mebbyso me make buck a little. Vinie
she see, she no ride—Vinie heap 'fraid.
No walk—heap lazy. Vinie stay home,
cook deer, make moccasins for sell—
me no lick. Wano."
The explanation was logical and con
\incing. Will, more trustful then than
he is at present, smothered any lin
gering doubt, and inclined his ear to
Peppajee's specious reasoning.
"All right. We eat; then I go look
at pony. Mebbyso I trade."
The eyes of the Indian sparkled.
"Yo' got wano pony—mebbyso make
buck a little?"
Will nodded. "You saw him out in
the corral. Little black pony, wano.
You spur him, he buck. You ride him
to wickiup, you spur him—heap scare
Vinie."
Peppajee looked down at his mocca
sins. "Huh. Me no got spur."
"Oh, well, there's an old pair in
the blacksmith shop I'll give you."
said Will, tiring of the "lingo." Pep
pajee grinned; evidently the prospect
pleased him. Still, he clung to his In
dian caution.
"Me go look; mebbyso me trade.
Mebbyso me want ten dollah, so." He
raised both hands, the fingers and
thumbs extended, and the negotiations
were postponed until after dinner.
"Mebbyso, me ride yo' pony. Wano.
Mebbyso me trade."
"All right," said Will, and led the
fiery little black from the corral, and
held him while Peppajee transferred
his saddle. The horse was a beautiful
creature to look upon, but lacked
stamina for a hard gallop over the
rough, surrounding country, so Will
considered the trade all in his favor
Peppajee's pony was a plump little
pinto, kind-eyed, sure-footed, and
sound.
The black threw back his head and
eyed his prospective owner askance.
Some horses seem to possess a consti
tutional aversion to our red brethren,
and Mohawk was one of these. Peppa
jee hesitated, one moceasined foot in
the stirrup.
"Him no buck heap?" he queried, ap
prehensively. The belligerent., back
ward glance of Mohawk filled his In
dian soul with misgiving. Peppajee
was a victim of civilization. He had
allowed most of his accomplishments
to grow rusty from disuse while he
tarried long at wine—or, to be explicit,
cheap whisky.
Centaur.
He no longer rode a la
I doubt if he could even
properly scalp an enemy; I am Inclined
to think he would have botched the
job disgracefully. Will hastened
reassure him.
to
"He never bucks with me. unless I
spur him." he said. "I don't know,"
he added conservatively, "how he'll
act with you.
He never had an Injun
on lop of him. He don't seem to take
to the idea.''
"Huh," grunted Peppajee, stung by
the distasteful epithet,
and settled himself and his blanket
firmly in the saddle,
head. Mebbyso,
bawn!"
Ned and Dick, who were watching
Ihe trade, sprang upon their horses,
expectantly. Will turned
black and swung into the saddle,
go with you," he explained,
how he go."
He mounted.
"Yo' let go him
Injun ride fo' yo'
loose the
"We
"We see
"Huh," said Peppajee, but got
farther.
no
Mohawk gathered his feet
under him and sprang straight into
the air, then dashed off down the trail,
the boys following.
The scarlet blanket loosened and
streamed out behind, like the danger
signal it was. Peppajeo turned in the
saddle to readjust It, and inadvertently
drove a spur deep into the flank of
Mohawk. Ho winced perceptibly, low
ered his head between bis knees and
bucked off the frail and into the
brush.
sage
Will had neglected to warn
Peppajee that Mohawk hud a disagree
able habit of 1 bucking backward—it
might have spoiled the trade. How
ever, Peppajee was not long discover
ing this peculiarity. Backward went
Mohawk, nearer and nearer to a deep
wash-out where a placer claim had
once been located. Will, comprehend
ing the danger, shouted, warningly.
Peppajee, clinging tightly to the sad
dlehorn, looked behind him and shout
also.
"Mebbyso. yo' rope—heap quick!"
Will unfastened his rope, galloping
closer the while. The noose circled
overhead, and Mohawk backed from
threatening swirl. Now he was on
the brink. Twenty feet straight down
—Peppajee leaned forward, panic
stricken.
Swish-sh! Will's faithful Gypsy
braced herself for the strain. Mohawk
dodged—too late. The noose settled
relentlessly over his shoulders.
"Darn it all. look at that blamed
Injun! He might have had sense
enough to dnlge that rope!"
Peppajee lay prone upon the neck
Mohawk, held fast by the pitiless
rope which gripped horse and rider
alike. Will turned Gypsy's head and
drew the maddened black—and his
thrice-maddened burden—back to com
parative safety.
"Throw your rope, Dick!" cried Will.
''Catch him by a foot and throw him.
I'm breaking that blamed Iajun"s
neck."
Dick obeyed. Another loop circled
overhead: another ropo swished
through the sultry air. Mohawk strug
gled fiercely; then fell heavily in the
loos# sand.
Peppajee, freed from bondage, rose
stiffly to his feet, assisted by Will.
"Huh!" he saorted, in a tone of
deepest disgust, gathering his blanket
about his outraged person. Will sat
suddenly down in the hot sand, and
covered his face with his gloved
fingers. His whole body shook with
what may have been sobs, but which
bore suspicious resemblance to violent,
uncontrollable mirth. Peppajee evi
dently so interpreted the emotion. He
stood up, straight and tall, one trem
bling, sinewy arm outstretched accus
ingly, and regarded him wrathtully.
"Huh. Yo' heap laugh now. Bime
by yo' no laugh—mebbyso yo' heap
Yo' tink for kepi me.
dat for mean! Me go for town; me
tell sheriff-man yo* try for keel me.
Him come, take yo'. Me go co't, me
tell yo' try for keel me. Me putmn in
jail, one—two—free year! Yo' bet yo'
life! Mebbyso yo' quit laugh. Me no
trade. Me no want cayuse! Huh."
Turning majestically upon his heel, he
scowled vindictively at the black and
stalked haughtily—albeit with a limp
—through the sage-brush and up the
hill, not once turning his head to look
back.
Yo' do
"He's so mad he forgot his pony and
saddle!" said Will, when he recovered,
and stood up. "I'll go after him and
tell him I'm sorry. Poor old heathen,
he did have a hard deal that, time. I'll
offer him my new boots that he had
his eye on; that'll ease his temper,
maybe."
Peppajee made no sign as Will clat
tered up behind him.
"Hold on, Jim. Come on back."
There was no answer, though the face
of the Indian lost an atom of its stern
ness. It was balm to his soul to be
called Jim. Will went on, conciliat
ingly: "Come on back. I heap sorry.
Mebbyso you trade; 1 give you boots."
"Huh." Peppajee relaxed sufficient
ly to grunt sarcastically. "Mebbfso
holes come heap quick."
"No, no; heap wano boots. You
trade; I give you boots."
Peppajee stood still and considered.
When he spoke it was as an emperor
commanding his vassal.
"Yo' gimme boots, yo' gimme ten
dollah. me trade. Yo' no trade, me go
tell sheriff-man. Me ride cayuse, me
no spur. Him buck, mebbyso me break
yo' back!" Thus the ultimatum wa3
pronounced, and Will consented, re
luctantly, to the terms.
A week later a travel-worn old In
dian, who disclaimed any knowledge
of the white man's language, skulked
into the shadow of the catalpa-tree,
and was immediately set upon by
Keno, who would have dene serious
damage to ihe dirty gray blanket had
not Will appeared opportunely and
called him back. The Indian, after
scanning the young man's counte
nance sharply, handed him a soiled
fold of cheap letter-paper, and skulked
back into the sage-brush whence he
had come. Some ex-student of one of
the mission schools had evidently act
ed as amanuensis for Peppajee dim,
who dictated the letter. Will read,
and his soul was filled with bitterness.
Yo'. Will Bolter, yo' heap big fool.
Long time ago. yo' gimme big bottle,
'hlsky. Me tako
whisky home, me drink, drink, whisky
all gone. Heap ka wano! Me heap sick
—me tink all time mebbyso me die. Me
mad, all same lak for keel yo'. Me no
keel. Me wait one, two year; me bring
pony; me say wano pony,
trade. Pony him not my pony; him John
Little Rabbit pony. Yo' gimme boots, yo
gimme ten dollah; yo' gimme black pony.
Wano. Me sellum boots, sellum pony,
heap dollah. John Little Rabbit, meb
byso him come take him pdny.
for keep, yo' go for jail,
yo' no ea
vo' say heap w
Yo' try
Me go heap
find. Me got heap
dollah, yo' got nutting. Wano!
long way
His
Peppajee X Jim.
Mark.
—San Francisco Argonaut.
PERSONALLY CONDUCTED.
Mi
Whereon the
eager Was Both Driver n
et Cur Line
I'n*
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c-Takcr.
A traveling man recently had a most
peculiar experience in a western town.
He describes it in the Milwaukee Senti
nel. As he alighted from the train he
saw a street car with a mule attach
ment standing near by, and as it ap
peared to be the only conveyance to
take him to the business district, he
boarded the car and took a seat. No
one appeared upon the scene for fully
half an hour. Then a man in blue
jeans and straw hat of ancient aspect
poked his head in at the door and in
quired:
"Want to go up town, stranger?"
"That is just what 1 want," replied
the traveler.
"Well, take the whip and hit the old
mule a crack and you'll get there all
right. The track ends right In the
center of the business part, and the
critter'll stop when he comes to the
end of the line?"
"Don't they have any drivers on this
line'"
"Nope. That is ter say, they don't
always have a driver when he gets
sick."
"How do they get their money out
of it?"
"Most folks is honest enough to drop
a nickel in the box. Them as ain't
gets their ride fer nothing."
The passenger dropped a nickel In
the slot, "hit the mule a crack" with
the whip and arrived in the business
district of the city In due time.
Place Where He Wan Barn.
Mrs. Robert J. Burdette, the humor
ist's wife. Is a great traveler. She has
In her California home a collection of
bells from every quarter of the world,
and she has in her memory a collection
of odd Incidents and sayings gathered
in as many and diverse places as the
bells were.
Mrs. Burdette says that, while tour
ing In the Scottish highlands one sum
mer, she was taken to a cave In which
Macbeth was said to have been born.
She examined the cave attentively.
She listened to the doquent speech of
her guide. At the end she said to the
man: '
"Come, now.tell me truly, Is this real
ly the place where Macbeth was born?"
The guide smiled awkwardly. He
shifted about A little.
"Weel, ' he said, "It's one of the
places."-N. Y. Tribune.
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The Scholar and the Plain People
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By PROP. WILLIAM D. MAC CLINTOCK,
Of Chicago University.
HAT the scholar should become the exponent and de
fender of the plain people against all forms of exploita
tion. executive procress, unwarranted authority, with
riches and ease for the few, with degrading service for
the laboring multitude, is surely not an irrelevant or
overambitious cause for those who know the joy and
profit of an ideally working commonwealth.
College tends to cultivate the independent judg
ment, the feeling that things will wait and there is no haste or will return
and we need not worry. For this state of mind Jesus' words come like
a call: ''Straightway he putteth in the sickle, because the harvest is
come.''
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Of the two diseases of the college mind, in the first culture is forced,
the mind reaches forth beyond its natural stage of growth, the boy will
j be a man. Conceit, self-consciousness, the imitation of men's vices, take
possession of minds which should be merely learning and playing. This
idle curiosity often leads to dire results. This actual physical play, with
mind skirting the edges of vice, with dainty dabbling, hoping to escape
notice, is little worse than the imaginative bohemianism which is one
graceless product of the study of fine arts. Thus, I say, that one class of
college students taste or try to taste the experiences of life before they
mature.
The other disease is that of the unready, unreaping mind, trained to
a Hamletlike indecision that cannot precipitate itself with any' exact
knowledge or warm conviction. The colleges tend to cultivate indecisive
judgment, the feeling that things will wait and that there is no hurry.
The characteristics of a mind matured by education are attainment of
strong personal conviction and determination, development of faith in
human progress, simplicity of mind and freedom from provincialism.
be
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USE OF THE WISHBONE.
Its Importance 1 m Mu
inK of lilrilN While
Wing.
in the Turn
in the
At the last meeting of the Boston
Scientific society, C. J. Maynard, an
authority on birds, spoke of wliat
proved to be a very timely topic:
"Why there is a Wish-bone."' To be
gin with, says the Boston Transcript,
the speaker deplored the lack of
knowledge that exists regarding the
structures of the birds, internally.
"For example," sai0 he, "it is uoubtful
if five men in the United States know
much about the anatomy of the com
mon robin. The ornithologists know
all about external characters, the
color, arrangement and number of the
feathers, metnods of flight, habits, and
the like, but exceedingly little about
the interiors of the birds they study."
Classifications have been made large
ly by externals, when study of the
anatomy must be a very important
part of the subject. He had himself
begun with the anatomy, and more
than 20 years ago, in some of his pub
lications, he dared to separate the owls
from hawks. They have been placed
in the same order, and have so re
mained till very recently. Now others
have separated them even more wide
ly than Mr. Maynard did so long ago.
His deductions were from a knowledge
of the anatomy.
The wishbone is called by scientists
the furcula, and is in reality the union
of what are in man the two separate
collarbones. These in the birds re
ceive the brunt of the strokes of the
wing that turn the creature in its
flight. Few realize the strength of
stroke of the bird's wing. It is said
that a swan has been known to break
a man's leg by a blow of its wing,
and in like manner the wing-beatings
of the larger birds are dangerous if
they strike the head or face. If, there
fore. a large bird is in the habit of
making sudden turns to right or left
in its (light it must be fitted with a
wishbone competent to withstand the
great strain of the wing-stroke on one
side, with no special action on the
other side. For this reason we find
in the eagle and like birds of quickly
turning flight a furcula that is a per
fect Roman arch, widely at variance
with the gothic arch, which is the
shape of the wishbone of our common
fowls.
rounded arch, everywhere
strong, and
points of weakness that
sport of breaking the wishbone pos
sible.
The eagle's furcula is a solid
equally
not developing those
make our
CHILDREN OF THE SEA.
iR-Hter* Sent
Hardly nnd Cleanly Y<
Out by fcliigland to (iron l |»
IUder Her Flftlf.
Children of the sea are a curious and
fascinating lot. Many of them seem
like wise little old men. They have
never known the irresponsible days of
childhood. Reared up among a com
pany of rough men, the scrapings of all
the ports of the world, it is little wonder
that these captains in embryo have
nothing childish in their manners or
morals. Yet despite the lack of "soft
ening home influences," these young
sters are. for the most part cleanly in
their minds and habits, and not given
to the viler terms of profanity, says a
writer in the New York Evening Post.
For one thing, they aren't allowed to,
Bwtarlng being a prerogative of the
mates. The children that the English
send out to grow up under their Hag
on all the seas of the world have
amazed the lesser and weaker nations
since the beginning of history. Casual
observations covering some years have
failed to find one who did not measure
up to a high standard of efficiency.
When they are 20, unless they are
fools, they will have mates'berths, and
by the time they arc 25 may hope for
masters' tickets on some dirty little
tramp in the Baltic trade, perhaps, that
will cause their hearts to burst almost
with pride when they first go aboard
and contemplate her with a skipper's
Meanwhile they polish
severe eye.
brasswork, scrape capstan bars, and
fetch and carry for their betters, the
better to cultivate the seeds of courage,
hardiness and self-reliance Implanted
in their sturdy little breasts.
New Peat Fuel.
In a new peat fuel process lately ex
hibited at Charlton, England, the wa
ter is removed by mechanical and elec
trical means. The freshly, cut peat Is
packed Into rotating cylinders and fans
beat out part of the moisture, while an
electric current 4® passed through the
mass,' heatlng.it find aiding in expelling
the water, The ipaterlal is finally pressed
In briquettes. The fueUs claimed to bo
economical, hut nearly,two pounds mUEt
be burned to'glve the effect or one pound
of steam coal.
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BIBLE AS BOOKMAKER.
The Good Book Hun Been the .Source
of luMpiration for Muny Vol
umea of Literature.
an
of
if
a
Of making many hooks about books
there is no end. Almost as soon as any
where there has appeared a literature on
any subject, the commentators have
arisen to connote or amend the work of
their predecessors. A Piato has his crit
ical Aristotle, who builds upon yet revises
his philosophy; a Shakespeare is fol
lowed by an innumerable train of Bacon
ian or non-Baconian critics; Immanuel
Kant's great thoughts have proved
germinal of endless post-Kantian phil
osophies. So it goes, says the New York
Observer. Books make books, libraries
add to libraries, literatures develop lit
eratures. Even when books are burned
they are not wholly lost. An Alexan
drian library may go up in flames, but
to-day there are thousands of libraries
greater in size and value than the
scorched or scattered tomes of the fa
mous Egyptian bookhouse.
The greatest bookmaker is the Bible.
No book has made for one thing (and it
is, after all, the least thing) so many
other books as has that great volume of
inspired revelation. The Bible is a most
prolific producer of literatures. It has
made them by the wholesale and is doing
so still. But what is far more significant
for thought and life, there is no book
that makes such good books as the
Bible.
where as in the Bible itself, and the best
literatures of the world to-day are those
which have directly or indirectly been
inspired by, or which quote in large, ap
preciative measure from, the Bible.
But while there is no volume in the
world which can begin to compare with
the Scriptures, both as regards the quan
tity and the quality of the literatures
which the book of books has inspired,
in a lesser degree a few notable produc
tions of the centuries have also proved
to be bookmakers on a large scale. Au
gustine's writings have made much of
modern thought and expression Augus
tinian; Calvin has Calvinized much of
the teachings of all the time since Cal
vin; Shakespeare has set many a brain
to thinking on the problems' of life and
probably also many a tongue wagging;
Milton has Inspired the muse of many a
lesser poet since. Every language has
its creative classics, which have given
tone and temper to a long series of writ
ings succeeding them. A great .hook is
like a banyan tree, sending out on every
side its lesser shoots, its reduplicating
stems. The larger part of the books cur
rent in any one period are second-class,
third-class or fourth-rate books, which
are tile progeny of the few really great
works of the ages. It is well that it is
so, for the average reader, with only a
limited amount of brain development,
is capable of understanding only the
dilution or simple restatement of the
profounder, basic works of the master
minds in philosophy, science or liter
ature. The pabulum furnished by the
real classics of literature is too con
densed for the digestive apparatus of
the common reader. The capsule does
not suit the ordinary man, who must
have' literary provender in the form of
thin bouillon.
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to
an
There is no such reading any
of
to
Wise Porker*.
The hog is not usually given much
aine
credit for knowledge, but the Ilia
woodsman tells this story to showthat
there are exceptions in the hog family.
It seems that a mill company raises and
has on hand nearly all the time pigs
and hogs around their wood comps.
Last season several families of pigs
first saw daylight at Redmond's camp,
but before they were many weeks old
they were moved with their mothers
some two miles down to the landing
camp. Here they were kept until tills
fall, the old ones having gone the way
that fat hogs generally go. A few days
since these pigs of the past, the hogs of
to-day. got out of ihcir pens and started
off. A man might easily miss the way
to Redmond's, as there are many roads
but this boar brigade In solemn array
went directly to their old home at Red
mond's camp.—Bangor (Me.) Commer
cial.
pf
ly
llndlnm and the Sun.
Prof. George H. Darwin suggests that
the discovery of radio-activity renders
it possible to increase the estimated age
of the sun, and the period during which
it will continue to furnish light and'heat
to the earth, from 10 to 20 times. Thus,
instead of being 100,000,000 years old;,
the sun may be 1,000,000,000 or 2,000,
000,000 years old. and its future duration
may be 100,000,000 or 200,000,000 years in
place of 10.000,000. Knowing as we now
do, Prof. Darwin says, that an atom of
matter can contain an enormous store
of energy in Itself, we have no right to
assume that the s;in is incapable of liber
ating atomic energy to a degree at least
comparable with what it would liberate
It made of radium.—Science.
If
MEDICAL EXAMINER
Of the United States Treasury Recommends
Pe>ru*na.
Other Prominent Physicians Use
and Endorse Pe-ru-na.
D R. LLEWELLYN Jordan, Medical
Examiner of the U. S. Treasury
Department, graduate of Columbia Col
lege, and who served three years at West
Point, has the following to say of Peruna:
"Allow me to express my grati
tude to you for the benefit derived
from your wonderful remedy.
One short month has brought
forth a vast change and I now
consider myself a well man after
months of suffering. Fellow suf
ferers, Peruna will cure you. "
A constantly increasing number of
physicians prescribe Peruna in their
practice. It lias proven its merits so
thoroughly that even the doctors have
overcome their prejudice against
called patent medicines and recommend
it to their patients.
Peruna occupies a unique position in
medical science. It is the only internal
systemic catarrh remedy known to tiie
medical profession to-day. Catarrh, as
everyone will admit, is the cause of one
half the disease which afflicts mankind.
Catarrh and patarrhal diseases afflict
one-half of the people of United States.
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{ Robert R. Roberts, M. D., Wash- J
ington, D. C., writes:
"Through my own experienced
as well as that of many of my J
* friends and acquaintances
J have been cured or relieved of ca- *
! tarrh by the use of Hartman's\
f Peruna, I can confidently recom- 1
J mend It to those suffering from such •
1 disorders, and have no hesitation in J
j prescribing It to my patients. "... 4
* Robert R. Roberts. j
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Peruna is the best medicine I know
of for coughs and to strengthen a weak
stomach and to give appetite. Besides
pi <*soi ilung' 1 1 for uatarrh.I have ordered
it foi weak and debilitated people, and j
have not had a patient but said it helped
linn. Ills an excellent medicine and it
fits so many cases.
' l have a large practice, and have a
■c to prescribe your Peruna. I hope
you may live long to do good to the sick
and the suftering.
Dr. M. C. Gee. writes from 513 Jones
Dr. R. Robbins, Muskogee, I. T.,
writes:
elm
St.. San Francisco. Cal.:
' Peruna lias performed so many
derful cures in San Francisco that I a
convinced that it is a valu.
I have frequently advised its
won
it
able remedy.
use for
WHILE HE WAS WORKING.
The Barber Keitaled HU Niotii
v i t Ik
mi 111 iim( rati'
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The barber tucked a towel under a
customer'* chin and then cleared his
throat, relates the Philadelphia Press.
•an a customer of mine.'/
he began, "told me a story the other day
I
"A victin
'hich illustrates l
iml. at least,
my
that some men really don't know the dif
and
ference bet wee
medicine
patent
Schuvlkill water. It was this way:
"This customer of mine had a friend
who had a great deal of trouble with his
It was all the time falling out.
naked all his friends what he could get
to keep it in. Most of them suggested
that he get a basket, but finally one of
them told him of a patent medicine.
"So the man whose hair was bothering
him got a bottle of the medicine and dis
covered that it was a dark brown sticky
stuff that he was t<
times a day.
and it appeared to do good, hut the sec
ond day sortie one got there first, and
emptying the bottle of medicine, tilled it
up with sarsaparilla. And all day long
that poor man rubbed the soft drink on
his hair and never noticed the difference.
Hut he diil notice, though, that there was
an unusually huge number of flies swarm
ing about Ids head. Bnv rum?"
lie
■ul> on bin hair live
He tried it the first day,
Money Saved In Money Made,
Di\ Wm. Self, of Webster, N. G\,
old practitioner of medicine,
that after many years experience in med
icine he finds it money saved to his pa
tients to use Taylor's Cherokee Remedy
of Sweet Gum and Mullein for coughs,
nd $1.00 a
an
u
colds and (
sumption.
At druggists, 25c., 50c.,
bottle.
Not Without Din 11 1
rtlon.
A note of family pride was struck iri the
conversation between three .-mall Rending
boys the other day. The pan- played by
their respective gruudfather. in the civil war
were being depicted by two of the boys in
vivid colors. Tb
e career of each, it seemed,
had been halted by confinement in southern
prisons, and it was on the latter fact that t lie
lads laid particular stress. The third youth,
unable to match these recitals
military achievement <>f his own forefathers,
preserved an envious silence for a while, and
then, not to lie outdone, said, disparagingly:
"Why, that's not so much. My Unde Bill
was in jail a long time, and lie was never ill
the army at all.' -Philadelphia Ledger.
itli. any
Stop* the Cough
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"Sometimes,'' -aid t'nde Eben. "a father
kind o' overburdens a boy by '.-pectin' him
to be good an' smart enough to c'rect lie
faults of all de res' of de fam'ly."—Wash
ington Star.
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LASTING RELIEF.
J. W. Walls, Super
intendent of .Streets of
Lebanon, K.v., says:
" My nightly rest
was broken, owing to irregular action
pf the kidneys. X was suffering intense
ly from severe pains in the small of my
buck and through the kidneys and an
noyed by painful passages of abnormal
secretions. No amount of doctoring
relieved this condition. I began taking
Doan's Kidney Pills and 1 experienced
quick and lasting relief. Doan's Kid
Pills will prove a blessing to all
sufferers from kidney disorders who
will give them a fair trial."
Foster-MUburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y.,
proprietors. For sale by all druggists,
price 50 cents per box.
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painless menstruation,cures leucorrhoea
and ovarian troubles, ami builds up the
entire system. I also consider it oueof
the finest, catarrh remedies I know of."
—M. (J, Gee, M. D.
Catarrh is a systemic disease curable
only by systemic treatment. A remedy
that cures catarrh must aim directly at
the depressed nerve centers. This is
what Peruna. does,
Peruna immediately invigorates the
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