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THE MORNING TIMES, .SUNDAY, MARCH 15, 1896.
Pretty
Easter
Gifts.
Carry
"With tiie approach of Easter all soils of
Anaity gifts arc being prejiared, but, as
flowers and candies arc the most frequent
ihoicc. the daintiest and most charming
.asesare provided forthem, and here isorten
the iH.Tf.oual toucli which lends such value
to the smallest remembrance of the reason,
f r ni.ui iiewandpieliythlngscnnbemanu
r.iciurcd at liome with little outlay of tunc
and material.
The foundation of two of these cases,
though they are very unlike in effect, is
Minply tlicrhcap Japanese siaivniat, whlcii
i.iti lie bnugiit In virions colors at the fancy
M re. If you with u keep the Faster
colon, choose a rouml. cllow-one. Kabteu
in the center in Mich a
Vretty Tilings way as to form three
JIuUc of St raw. pockets, and finish at
the lop with a how of
i!iite ribbon. Fill Hie pockets with con
fcttiiHiery eggs, and use one or two hares or
( t kens. For use for candies of any kmd.
Ji tended for flower.s the effect is very
beautiful if Unetl with the green leaves
r the lily of the alley, permitting the
i. tilte flowers to drop Jowaid tiie outer
edges, the weius being placed at the center.
The second waj or using the mat is a
Fitmh device, and contains as frciglit ;t
1-on-bon case in the t-hapc of a lith, for
which a cargo of candles might be mb
stituted. If KssibIc get one oval in Jorm
and tie one end with a bow of ribbon;
the other hhould be wound about with
a gold or tinsel cord, above which is- fas-
Straw Trille.
lined a huh. J iiik h of v.elcts or any fra
grant spring flower.
This little affair, while very pretty, is
t.inewhat more tn.ihlrsomc to make.
First obtain a round pasteboard lxix, to
w hose lid the head and body or a mnll doll
.it t'liiiiimneil. Tiie skirl, whuh con
ttals tin put-tchoaid box, r-hould be
-i wd to tl e 1 oilicc.
liiiofuiHtfrialwIiii h l'fiisiiiit "Woman
wul suffice for the Hnii-b:iu Cn-e.
du-n- and the big
wluti a)iixiii fMii lie lmind in every house
hold. TIk- ends or tiie gay little plaid
kitthuT tide over tl- head ate knotted
undir the chin. Tiie straw hampci on the
b uk (mi Ik- bought at a mj viuip.or made
or pasti-timid him! glided. Fill both the
round Ikx nd the hamper with candy
. id put a few lrfts nt I ox or any small
gr. i n .prig into the latter.
t o- uios.. who like crotchet lug the foliow-
" .1,-siuu for an egg cuz will lie iiccept
it.if It is nirfdi wltli zephyr wool in six
sn.iJi's or ted. and I'iiiMi.'.I ai the top with
lliif-e Ieae. cut out of green velvet, inil
loiil-oled around the edge. Commence
v . li a chain of twelve .stitches of Iheligiit
Ti-idf. -m ml fasten into a ring, then into
i.ith siiU'li lunke a shell of five double
i-i -tithccs. with one chain stitch
li -..' each hiiell. For the next row take
the next dark, r shade, an.la orotelK't needle
sl7,,. urecr and work the shells tiver the
chain Mitch. Continue in this way. using
a larger eroiehet needle for each row,
till the six are completed. The stem is
a c!i mi of five Miti lies, with a chain
ptiieh In eaeh one. Draw up the lop
iloselv under the -elvot leaies. These
lini.-.iriloW which with the aid of alittle
imagination simulate a raspberry, hell
n.i'lii'- at fairs.
The eggs used to fill the master baskets
are more easily made at lioire than peo
ple usually suppose. If possible, obtain
two or tliiee tin moulds in the sunpe of
h.ilf an egg. If these cannot !e had. egg
s'" lis or strong, small china egg cups
might be subsrirat
?....lilti;r Kggis of ed. Melt Iialfa pound
("bocolate of clioeolate and fill
the mold- with the
liquid, a tcapoonfl at a time. "Wait a
moment, and then pour our what will
floAv. The chocolate which adheres to the
Exz Co Mes.
mold will, after cooling, form the egg.
and may be oetaclied by tapping the mold
lightly. Forming the perfect egg iscqually
easy This is done by rubbing the edge
of one half two and fio over some warm
Kurfaoe and then pressing it against the
edges of a cold egg.
"o!8 Mile of rggh."
ft is understood in South "Water ffrcet,
eajs the Cideago Record, Unit the hens all
tin ougii the country have formed a combina
tion to "bear" the egg market and force
prues below the lowest previous record.
T'erearealready enough ivrgsin the mar
Vet to make an omelet n big as Lake Michi
gan, but, nevertheless, eggs Mill come in
from the country in undiminished proces
sion. One dealer, who has 1,300 cases to
sell, estim.-.tes that there are now in South
W. . r street, piled high in the store, or the
it, !. ission men and packed in the ware
houses of the cold Morale men, about
40 1 00 cases or eggs. Tins amounts to
alM)ut a.OGOOOO eggs, or, placed eriH to
end alKuirGSmilesofeg:is. liwouldmak.
take the entire population of Chicago ten
d.i-s lo eat up all the eggs m South Water
Et'eet.orit wouldtakeoneman, iflieateone
egg a minute for ten houra day. nearly lo0
year to eat all thceggu in tiie Chicago mar
ket Fries, however, are proportionately
low, and the demand keep& ibises moving.
i pi
Chatty's
(Copyiight, l&M, b Emma A. Ojiptr.)
Chatty crossed the creek and made for
the oak llmket on Cailin's Hill. She had
taken nine photographs. She had been out
for t wo hn!iis.ilone;a lone and free. "What a
joy it was! She loved photographs and
paintings and suth things. She diew pic
tures herself, sometimes.
Site was f bapp that the ureumstani es
had ceased to worry her. The laet was that
little, neat, black camera snapped over her
shoulder was not heis, but Air. "Wiltse's.
He had left it in the hall, and Chatty, ob
serving it, had been suddenly seized with,
and overpoweuil by, a longing to take some
pictures herself. S'ic knew she could; she
had watched Mr. WiltM doing it. She did
not know how she had dared but here she
was on Catliirslull w:th nine pictures taken.
Mr. "Wiltse was Mrs. Ueatti's richest
boarder. He and his wife and joung Mr.
Thurber, their grandson, had her enure
second floor at a dreadful price. And
Cli.ittv I'.ieknell was the little orphaned
girl Mrs. Heatty had taken from theliometo
help her in tiie kitchen.
Suddenly she halted. There, under a
shady old oak sat a tramp, snoo.ing and
snoring. A burly tramp, with a red nose.
"Heboid tlip fTiamjiloii I'liotograplier of Anierjcii," Tic Sold.
and the strangest of costumes trousers
too short for him. shoes that were not
mates, and a little cli'ikiil cap perilled
on one toriier of hiOiend. wliuli resem
bled a fcatlier duster.
The tramp's eyes opened. They were
bleary eje-. He .stared at Chatty: he
stared at the camera.
The Trump "ov
Opoiih li I2ys..
He lifted his head out
of the hollow in the
tree'fc trunk where he
had reposed.
"Whatcher dolu' there, yer lmji?' he
deniauded. ancLglaretl aHier.
Chatty was latigiimg still. "Git out o'
this! Uil!" said th- tramp in a savage
roar, and he got to his leet and plunged
toward her.
Chatty was no coward. Hut the man
looked istrangelj lierce. Perhaps he had
a knife or a pistol. Chatty threw a
glance at his scowling, bloated face and
ried. She liusilcd oxer the fence, tearing
her skirt: she studded down tiie hill and
across the i reek, slipping off the stones
into the waici twice. 'I hen she sat down
on the ground and laughed, rather hjsttr:
cally. Then Mic grit led hertceth and started very
fait, and looking neither to the light nor
to the left.
Strangely and appallingly enough, the
found thcmaHjssombled in the ball; .Mr. and
Mrs. "Wilu-e and joung Hartley Thurber,
aud Mrs. Chase, fat and pompous, who had
the third floor front, and Miss Hawley,
thin and severe, third lloor back, and
Mrs. Heatty.
Chatty walked in among them. It was a
terrible moment.
"Chanty Hicknell!" said Mrs. Heatty,
"Where bae you been?"
"Taking pictures," Chatty answered,
raintly.
"With Mr. Wiltse's camera!" Mis. Heatty
ejaculated. "How who "
"11 borrow ed it." said Chatty. "It was
here in the hall, and he wasn't using it, and
I wanted lo take some pictures."
"Get your wet shoes off, my dear," said
Mrs. Wiltse. who had wavy, white hair aud
a soft color In her cheeks, and a kind look.
Chatty's. Hpb quivered at tiiat. She groped
her way to the kitchen, for her eyes were
filled with blinding tears.
Mrs. Uentty follow
ed her. Her temper Had Htilf Hoar
was well up. When foe Chatty,
she bad shut the
door she caught Chatty by the shoulders
and shook her.
"You little plague!" she said. "What
do you mean by such tricks? Do you think
folks will put up with it? You'll drive
my best boarders out of the house! You
need a good trouncing!"
Chatty's heart was sore and heavy aed
almost "ready to break. Her hot tears
splashed among the beans.
Hartley Thurber, meantime, had shut
himself up in Use little dark room up
stairs whiib ids grandfather used for ids
developing room. He was developing
Chatty's plates and chuckling over it.
"I like her," he remarked to himself.
"She's the right stuff, by Jove, if -o'ie
isn't."
He worked for a. brief space. Then he
took eleven negatives out into the light.
"Strickland's lione. the soldiers' monu
merii. Custln's sawmill." he taid. "Goal!
all of them. Rlufs first-class at select
ing and focuf-lng. She's got, what grai.d
fallier calls an arlisl 1c eye."
At the tenth he gave a laugh which de
veloped Into a joar. He carried the plate
into his grandparents' room.
"Do you want to bee a good thing?"
he queried. ".Look., at that! One -of
Chatty Hickncll's. Hasn't she a fine ije
for artistic effects, though?"
The vievT tab of a epieuding great oak
tiee, and under it a fat and fiowzy
tramp, serenely slumbering.
"How's that?" died hartley Thurber,
mirthfully. "Isn't she a lorn arlisl?'
His giutidparcnlsjoiiicd in hi.s applauding
laughter.
He plunged down
.stair and landed
In the kitchen.
Thing Tulce
Hetter Turn.
Chatty had looked
over the beans, ."nd was washing a black
kettle. He sel7ed her shoulders, quite
as Mis. iiealty had, but hi.s purpose was
not the same.
"See, here, Hatty f'hicknell," he said,
ivIhmc's Hun tu-e that that tramp was
sitting under?"
urn's lull," Cl'nttj gasped, pale with
con&tci nation.
"Oh, I'm not a cluuvoynnt mind-ieader!
Fve been deveIoiiug youi beautiful and
atlistic jihotographs, th.it's all, Hatty
Chit-knell," Hartley explained, and he
bolted oif.
Am-. Vilt.se had been oiling up his reasoning
apparatus. He joiuul his grandson at the
door and tliej disappeared up t he street at. 'i
brisk rate.
An hour pa-sed and they had not returned.
Pinner was eaten and dc-icrl was in order.
Chatty, who waited on the table, was saj
ing to Miss Hawle.. Mince pie and choco
late pudding?" but she neer got any rurtlicr
than mince pie.
Hartley Thurber strode into the room, and
Mr. Wiltse was close behind him.
"Heboid the champion photographer of
America!" he said. "Give her the gold
medal, and it ought to
beadianioml. Doyou "riinmplon
want to know her ree- IMiot ogeaplier."
ord, ladies? She pho
tographed a good-sied tramp asleep under
a tree on Catllu's Hill this morning, and I
developed the plate. Chapter second my
grandfather recognized Die geiiileinau. He
met him near the house this morning. Just
arter the burglary. Chapter third we
conceived a bright Idea. We went anil got a
constable, went up on Catllu's Hill, found
the tramp, and scared him stirf.
"He was so rattled tiat the color faded
out of his iiose.c.en. He did'nt wiu for
us to sty a woid, but he pawed light into
the hollow in the trunk of the tiee.and
brought out the watch and the scarf-pin
and the opera glass, v rapped up in a spotted
handkerchief. Said he'd put them tlieie for
safe keeping, till he could 'track" another
house or two and leave town. He'd been
feeling as serene and happy as a clam over
it; when Chatty got her shot at him he had
droppd off to sleep like a guileless infant.
He offeied magnanimously to leave town
right then made an effort to do s0,in laet
but the officer didn't see it in that light.
Grand linale: Weary Willie in the lock-up
the missing piopcrlj safe in Gr.mdpop's
pocket and Chatty Chicknell proclaimed
champion photographer and heroine of the
day. Hooray!"
Chatty shrank baik, blushing, and half
frightened. But Mrs. Wiltse was looking
at her with a beaming, reassuring smile.
And Mr. Wiltse palled her head for a full
minute.
"There, now! What do jon think of
that. Mrs, HeattjV" he demanded, in a
tone of triumph .
And Chatty! Sho
And Now All could not speak She
Arc IJnppy. scare ely breathed.
She could not be
lieve it. They were rond of her. They ban
need of her They thought she had an
"artistic bent." They thought she was
good for something liesides washing dishes.
She was to live with them in the Adams
houc almost the handsomest house in
town as their own girl. She had never
been au body's own girl. Not till now
had anybody ever loved her.
Hartley Thurber always asserted that
it, was a story without a moral, ne de
clared that, for all anybody could say,
Chatty had taken his grandfather's camera
without his permission, and that she should
not, by rights, have been rewarded, even
it she did happen lo photograph a tramp
and produca surprising results thereby
He said it wan contrary to the teachings
of all the Sunday school books But Bart
ley Thurber was a born tease.
Hung in Ills room he has a picture to
which he calls Chatty's attention fre
quently, to keep her, he sajs, from getting
too haughty. It consists of two jihoto
graphs handsomely mounted and framed
Chatty took the first a frowsy tramp
sprawled under an oak tree and Hartley
took the second, which shows a little
girl backed up In a corner of Mrs Bcatty's
hall; a crest-r.illen little girl, with a gaping
great rent in her skirt, and her hat pitched
at a ludicrous angle, and an expression of
blank dismay And Hartley callfcU" Cupid
and Psyche." liMMA A. OFFER.
The 1-iurges.t Tunnel.
The largest tunnel ever built the under
water section of the Black-wall tunnel, un
der the Thames lia just been finished. It
is t wenty-seven feet in diameter and one
mile in length, and connects Foplar on the
noilh side of the river with Greenwich on
the south. Nearly 4,000 feet or this tunnel
hadto.be diiven by compressed air. The
accuracy of the survey and the danger of
the work may be imagined from the state
ment of. the cnginceis that while driving
under the river bed there were, at one
time, but five feet and two inches of earth
between the top of the tunnel and the
water. So great wab the danger of tiie
water bursting through that large quanti
ties of clay were dumped into the river
over the thinnest spots. Chicago Chronicle.
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JLi
Copyright, 1SIH5, by Henry Brown.)
Six short months had transformed the
tiny village of "Mc.N'evin's Corners" into
the bustling city of "McXcvln." The oil
ivellsdid it all. Srme lucky prospector had
discovered the magic pen oleum in the heart
ol this small Pennsylvania settlement and
straightway whole thousands flotked to
sink wells and build stores and houses upon
the spot.
Down below wretched backyards and
tumble-down shanties sold' for sums, which
seemed to little .Johnns-Mc.Ncvln the veiit
able riches or Golt ondii. lint no one offered
to buy his hilltop home. , "
He would go boldly down into the village,
casting all lalse pude away, and seek tor
emplojment. Huiely .sonHdhiilg might be
found for an active boy tdllo.
Accordingly he trnued"down the slope
to a grocer store kept by one or the lew
lemainiiig old lesidenis, a man deeply in
debted to his father's kindness.
"Give jou work, eh?" saiti the grocer,
notnnklndly. "You're
lb- Could M-t joking, my boy. Your
o Work. mother would be au-
grj'U she heard of it.
Besides, I don't need a boy. 11 it's pocket
money you need, here's a half a dollar."
Johnny declined the hairdollar, and once
more lcnewetl his pilgrimage. All through
the town lie was unsuccessful. No one
wanted a bo of his age.
At last, about sunset, he gave up the
quest and turned dejectedly homeward.
His way led him along the banks of Mc
,'cviu Creek, and he stopped a moment
to watch the wlerd light of the joung
moon upon the flowing petroleum.
Johnny was watching thegreen and purple
incut whenthesoundof persons approach
ing in earnest conversation arrested Ills
gloomy thoughts. Then two figures ap
peared In the moruilfght. and halted within
easy earshot across the creek.
The very first words which Tommy
heard from he newcomers told him that
ilieir coin erat ion bodeduio good.
"We'll get even with old Milhgan.V
said one. "won't we, j'ete?"
"Ken with him?" tepeajied the. other
(aud he spoke with u.th'Cidcd foreign ac
cent). "I tell you, wojwill-desiroy every
thing he owns In McNevinj"
"Johnny, recollected Hi3lVo!d Milllgan"
was the richest oil producer in the settle
ment, a inan who had ir.ade'millionsoiior
the McNevm field. '
Then and there, to Johnny's Jforrori tiie
man "Fete outlined a plnhfyjnvihu destruc
tion of Mlhigan's oil stores and derricks,
and perhaps for the complete wiping out
of all McNevlu,
which was all the
more dangerous be
cause of its verv sfm
AVliut .lolinny
"II curd in tlio
HllisllCh.
plicity. It has been siAteii that Mc-Xevin
creek was simply a rivulet or liquid pe
troleum. From the pohit.at which Johnny
stood it riow-'d onward through the densest
part of the settlement and past nearly all
the tanks, storehouse and wells owned' by
Mr. Milligan. , s -
Now, the plotters proposed to set fire to
the creek at this point and then escape to
the hills.
"That's a great sr heme'" exclaimed the
man who had spoken first. "You're a
genius. Fete. When will we begin and
where?"
"Meet me ax this spot on the stroke of
11," answered 1'etc. "Hut fir' of all we
must take the oath. Now iepe.it after me
these words" 'I, Tom Walters, solemnly
swear to stand by Pietro Moreiii, een if
the road lead-, to death." "
Walters repeated the oath, aid, Morelll
having taken a similar one, they hurriedly
parted and disappeared in the darkness.
III.
Then Johnny Mt Nevm, his knees knock
ing together from fright, staggered out
or the shade or the hnrlicrry bushes and
gazed with wale-open e.es at the moon
lit stream of oil, so soon to be used as an
cDgiue or destruction ror doomed MeXevin.
John sued down the dirty, oil-smelling
street to the town hall. There was a large
crowd around the door, ami it look all his
ingenuity and strength to squeeze through.
The boy singled out .Mr. Milligan talk
ing lo the auctioneer not iniprobibly mak
ing a private bid for the famous Casey
well and eagerly begged leave to talk with
him.
"AVhat!" exclaimed the oil magnate;
"you here again my lad? Won't one an
swer do? I can't give you work."'
"I don't want work," pleaded Johnnv,
'I've something to tell jou. Something
awful. It's about the wells your wells."
"JZh?" cried Mr Milligan, "my wells, you
say? This ain't a trick to ask for work
again, is it?"
Johnny assured him that it was not; and
at List the oil pioducer, still suspicious,
allowed himself to be led Into a corner by
the boy. What Johnny told him soon al
tered his frame of mind. He listened
eagerly to all he had lo ay,o"ked a few
questions, for he was a man of calm and
resolute character, and then, with a hoarse
shout of rage, hastened lo the platform
at the end of the hall, dragging Johnuy with
him.
In few but energetic words he told the
ten or fill ecu men in the hall all that Johnny
had described.
"Long before 11 o'clock that night Mr.
Milligan and ten of the leading citizens
of MeXevin-, all well armed, lay hidden
In the barberry bushes, whence Johnny
had overheard the fire fiends' plot. John
ny was there, too, for Mr. Milligan still
somewhat doubted his veracity.
When Mr. Mllligan's watch pointed to
11, a man came out or the shadows by
the riverside, and Johnny felt the oil-
producer's hand clasp
Tlioy Cnuht
the JlasiCals.
his. The clasp said,
plainer than wortls,
"You've told the
truth, and saved us all."
3'or the man was Pietro Morelll, and
In his arms he carried a bundle, which
as they subscquentally found contained
There, TJmler a alindy Old Gul
Trunip Snoo.iiijr.
half a hundred match boxes. He stood
by the bank only a moment, berore an
other figure that or Wallers appeared
and he, too, carrietl a bundle. The two
wretches held a whimpered lonversation
tor awhile, ant! then both placed their
bundles mi the ground. .Morelll carefully
Ignited a match, shielding it with his
hands from the wind, and applied it to
ills package of match boxes. Waller-,
copied his movements In every respcit.
Then, as the bundles hissed aud burst
into names, they rose and, with robed
feet, made icady to kltk them into the
creek.
"When I give the word."' said Morel!',
"kick straight befoie you. Then run
for your life up hill. Before morning we'll
be sare In Pittsburg, and before morning
old .Milligan won't be worth a tent.
. . . Now, look out! -Vie jou ready?'
But the ratal word was never spoken.
Moved by a uniform impulse .Mr. Mill!
gan and four or 1.1s fellow-watchers Imped
out of the bushes and airies the creek,
covering the scoundnls with their re
volveis. The others lollowed quickly, and,
before they knew what had happened,
Morclli and Walters were pri-oners in
the hands of their enemies. MiNevin and
its oil wells were saved.
When whey got back to town Mr. Mil
ligan mounted the platform.
"Now, my Iriends." be shouted in his
big voiic, "I'm got a scheme by which
we can pay back this boy what MeXevin
owes to him and hi". What's the the mat
ter with the town of MeXevin putting its
dollars together and buying an oil-well
forMrs. MeXevlnandhcrson, Johnny. This
same Johnny has saved millions tonight.
Maybe he has saved ns all our preciouslives.
What do you say to my scheme?"
The great crowd voiced its pent up
feelings In a wild jell of appioval. Once
mote Mr. Milligan asked ror silence.
'You've all heard of the great Casey
well," he continued, "We met here to auc
tion it off tonight. 1 propose that we
raise a rojiular subscription and buy the
well, in order to present it from the citi
zens of the graterul community of Mc
Xevin to the boy who saved our town. My
own name goes down for the lirst subscrip
tion." Then the crowd lost all control of itself
and almost trampled each other down in
the mad rush to lay gold, silver and bills
upon the platform.
It wa long alter midnight that poor
little Mrs. McNevin, pale and hollow-eyed
through worry over Tommy's absence
heard a tremendous uproar fmin the valley,
and, going to her door for the hundredth
time that night, saw a huge crowd hurry
ing up the lull with torches and the music
of life and drum. At first she was about to
close and bar her door, but curiosity pre
vailed over fear, and she stayed to look on.
To her utter astonishment the mob stopped
at the little gate which letl into her little
garden, and a small boy, detaching himself
rrom the great mass of people, raced up the
gravel walk and into her outsti etched arms.
It was Tommy McNevin, proprietor of
the great Casey oil well and savior of the
town which bears his name.
BILLY'S SYSTEM.
By L. E. CHITTENDEN.
One morning while Billy's mother was
making bread she looked out of the win
dow and saw an old lady coming slowly
up the walk.
"0, Hilly," she said, "here comes Aunty
Redmond for the carpet rags I promised
her. 1 haven't had time to look them up
since then. Do you suppose you could go
up in the attic and sort out, some of the
woolen pieces for her? Try not to get
those that are like the clothes we are wear
ing.
"Yes, indeed," said Billy, l caching for
ills crutches, for he was still a little lame
from a sprained ankle. "I've been wish
ing I had something to do. Are they in
bags?"
"Yes," said bis mother, stripping the
Hour off from her hands, so she could open
the door.
Billy came down presently, with n great
basket or rags, anil then wenttohisden and
got out some marking fluid and his brushes
and went up stairs again.
So, after the bread was made out Into
the pans, aud Aunty Redmond had gone
away, much delighted with her rags, Bil
ly's mother climbed up to the attic to see
what was going on.
She found Billy hnd assorted the rags
and hung the rags, nil labeled with the
name3 of their contents, from the rafters.
"Woolen,' read oue. "Silk another,
"cotton' another, and, a very conspicu
ous one. was marked "Billy's rags."
"This has all the old tilings that don't
assort for me to sell with my old iron
and bottles, you see," he explained.
"Well, BiUy," 6aid his mother, "you
don't know how glad 1 am to have this
done. It lias been such a bother to have
to tumble them all out. no matter whether
T wanted a bit of lining or a piece of
silk to line a collar. And I have often
wished 1 had them arranged in a little more
'get-at-able' way."
"I believe that lining bag is going to
save mo lots of trips down town when
the sewing woman Is in a hurry," tsid
Billy, regarding his work with pride.
"There is nothing like a systcm-atlc
plan, mother, jcveu for rags," he added
slyly. "William is that a pun?" asked
his mother severely. "If it is I will inly
say you are a bag-gage." "Rag bag
gage, mother?" asked Billy. But she had
run down stairs again, so fortunately was
i spared this.
Few people, not to mention members
of tiie canine family , are so widely trav
eled a.s Owney, the pet mid mascot of the
railway mail service.
He belongs to no peron in particu
lar, but is the protege, for the time being,
of any mad ilerk with whom lie comes in
contact.
Owney is a medium-sized, cinnamon-colored
mongrel, but is endowed with suffi
cient Intelligence lo compensate for any lack
of refined p digree. He has visited every
city of prominence in the 1'uited States, and
his trans-Atlantic acquaintance is cqualiy
as extensive, his 'i.idge of distinction
everywhere winning for linn respect and
attention.
Ownej entered Fnile Sam's fitvicc about
ten j ears ago. when, a forlorn, honieb ss
dog, he strayed into the Albany postoffice.
Through the kindness of the mall clerks
lie attached himself to them, and for a
number of year's ran
Friends, of tin on the road between
Mull L'lorhis. AlbaujandXewYork,
and in this way finally
drifted to the N w York potoince. where,
when he is not globe-trotting," lie makes
his home.
He will remain here two. three or four
wcekb.astheeasemaybe, uutilthemigratory
fever is upon him, when he jumps into the
registry wagon, which is alwtfys ia'charge
Owney
of a mail clerk, and off he goes to the
station.
Owney apparently has a well-defined Itin
erary laid out. for no amount or cbaxingor
persuasion can keep him home when he
wishes to go, or arbitrate in which direc
tion his journey shall ettend. .Whatever
train he elects to board, his credentials are
recognized and he is immediately taken
charge or ami made welcome by the pOMal
clerks, with all or whom lie Is the greatest
pet, which ai'iecuoji is amply returned. Tor
Owney looks with much disfavor upon any
one not attired in the garb of the mail ser
vice. He occasionally alights at a station that
pleases his fancy, makes his transfers en
tirely on his own account, and appears to
understand fully where all trains meet and
alo where and wheu different connections
are made.
His travels have led him into nearly every
portion Of the globe, one of bis most ex
tended trips being to Siberia, where he
went presumably to inetigate the exile
system.
No one has bien able to induce him to
relate his views on the subject, for owney
Is a conservative beast, and. though he
keeps up a deep thinking, is not given to
promiscuous arguments.
Last summer bis .journey extended to
China ami Japan. With the advent of the
new year Owuey
Bhowed signs of rest- II "Went ns Fnr
lesstiess, and after a Japan,
some days spent m
consulting guide books, January 3 saw
him boarding the Pennsylvania limited
en route for California, where he is so
journitfg at the present writing.
The member of the Toledo Produce Ex
change presented Owney with an elabo
rately engraved tag, and he was also the
recipient of one from the board of trade
at Seattle, Wash. There Avere tags from
different clubs and organizations of St,
Paul, Minneapolis, a nil also from Dakota.
Owney was an honored guest at the
convention of Iowa bankers held at Coun
cil Bluffs in May, 1893, and was presented
with a handsome silver tag, bearing the
inscription, "Ownny, our guest. May he
live long and prosper "
Owney 's collar has two brass plates
fastened upon it one bearing his name
and address, "Owney, Postoffiee, Albany,
N. V," the other presented at Seattle,
Wash., in October, 1803, which reads:
"I guess I am Innocence Abroad,
For I travel through thick and thin;
But I meet with kindly treatment,
And I like to be taken in."
Stnto Flowers.
The following "State flowers" have been
adopted by the votes of the public school
scholars of the respective State: Ala
bama, Nebraska and Oregon, the goldcnrod;
Colorado, the columbine; Delaware, the
peach blossom; Idaho, the syrlngia; Iowa
and New York, the rose; Maine, the pine
cone and tassel; Minnesota, the cypripodium,
or moccasin flower; Mont ana , the bitter root;
North Dakota, the wild rose; Oklahoma Ter
ritory, the mistletoe; "Utah, the lego lily,
and Vermont, the red clover. In addition
Rhode Island and Wisconsin have adopted
a State tree, the apple being selected by
both. Exchange.
Sea Trout for Vermont.
An experiment will be mado in Vermont
this year with .",000 sea trout eggs, which
came from Scotland. The attempt to hatch
the eggs of this f isii has never before been
made by a New York fish ciilturist ami the
small fish will be placed in the pure water of
an inland lakencar Rutland, wberetheyoau
be closely watched. Exchange.
iff. i!os
(Copyrig!ited,1896, by J. Carter Beard.)
The Turcomans, who live on the eastern
shores of the Caspian Sea, carry their vfi
lage3 about with them when they travel
As a tribe seta out on a Journey every mun
jmck-s his wooden house upon a camel,
which the animal can ensrfy carry.and when
a spot is reached where he and his friends
intend lo remain for any great length of
time, the camels are unloaded and a village
sturted. which It takes about an hour or so
to build.
1 1 is to be remembered that ' he houses artr
real nouses, and not tents, aim that the set
tlement Ls not a camp, but a village, The
traveling house of the Turcoman is a marvel
or skill and Ingenuity, and is really much,
lighter, more portable, and c in be paelnnt
Into a much smaller compass than any of
the so-called portable houses that are ma im
factured and sold la some part of our coun
try. flie frame Is made of strong light wood
luths, about an inch broad by three-quarters
of an inch thick, crossing eaeh other,
when set up in position, ar rtght aaghr.
about a foot apart, and fatened at eueh
crossing by the thongs
I'm String-. lis- of rawhide so as to I:
teud of 'ul!s,. movabtf, and tfct
iv h o1 e framewrt
may be opened or shut m the same manner
as those toys for children that consist ef
d
JCS -fs. litsSA
On the March.
a squad of wooden soldier.. i nd will expand
or close at will, so as to Win open en
close cohims. One part or more made m
this way, ami all inclosing a circle fifteen
or twenty feet acro-s, form the- skeleton
of tho walls, and are firmly secrt.d Is
place by lands or rop" i.m of balr er
wool fastened around the eixl otf ea-to
rod. From the upper mfe of thes rixte
similar rods, bent near .- wall end hM
something less than a r.itlii .iut-k are
disposed that the longer portions sfo)H? K
the center, and, being ttsd with ropes,
form the roof. Over th'i is- thrown a cov
ering of black felt, having in the eenter a
large hole, which answers both for a whi
tlow and a chimney Large pieces of tfes
same coarse black felt are wrapped around
the walls, and outside these, to keep R
tight. Is bound another frame or eitttt
reeds or canes, or of some very Wgh,
tough wood, bound ilscly together wHh
strong cord, the pieces being straight
up and down. This Is it-self secured by
a broad band of woven hair stuff passed
around the whole structure and united at.
the ends.
The folks who live in these portable
villages are strange p'-ople. IT they brohM
catch you In one of their robbing expedi
tions for they are a
nation of robbers Ave a Nation
they would takeaway of Itobbern.
everything you had.
and. making a slave of yon. treat yo
with the utmost cruelty, but if you should
come to them as a visitor, even though a
perfect stranger, they would entertain you
as a brother, feed you. perhaps clothe yo,
give you a horse to ride .and jHrovide as far
as they could for the r. n of your jouraey.
Their villagea are generally square, eaehH
ing an empty space or forming a broad
street, the bouse-i being placed oa either
shle, with their thvrs toward each other.
But, although these portable nouses ot
the Turcomans are so i-kilful.y contoived,
they can scarcely be suid to be as light
ami handy for their i.eeupt.iits as the shed
Turkoman Tartar Village-
used by the hermit crab, who, instead of
having to employ other animals to carry
his house, manages to take it around with
him wherever he goes. and seems to
no trouble at all in carrying it himself.
:No Offers..
The auctioneer was tr mg to dispose of Ihe
effects of a dime museum whose proprietor
had gone into bankruptcy. The crowd was
not enthusiastic and the biddingwas slow.
"Perhaps you would like to bid on so me of
thee mummies, gentlemen," he said. "You
don't seem to want anything else. I war
rant these mummies to be genuine, or ne
sale. How much am I offered to start 'e7
Bow much?"
There were no bids.
"Bow much am I offered to stark a
single mummy, gentlemen?."
There was no response, and the disgusted
auctioneer turned to the mummies.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he said, "how
mnca am I offered for this crowd of stiffs
I've been talking to?" Chicago Tribunu
Strong Kvldeuce
MlnlRter And do you believe thntjsur
greatest troubles cqmo from heaven?
Deacon Well, they say trie's where
marriages are made.- Y nkers ?. Y.J
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