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ISSUED SEMI-WEEKLY. ., l. M. GRIST s SOBS, Pubu.her.,} % I?ws||a|)Hi: J[?r th< promotion of tti< goliticat, ggfo ^ritnllnral and tfommrrciat ^ntfrwts of (hf fcsftt | JSl""ESTABLISHED 1855. ~ YORKVILLE, 8. C., TUESDAY, MARCH 29, 1912. NO. 25. V <> i! THE WOND 0 1 ? w ? 0 ? $ By FRAJ 1 * o ? ? ?+&+& $ ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Not many years ago there lived on a stony, barren New England farm a man and his wife. They were sober, ^ honest people, working hard from early morning until dark to enable them to secure a scanty living from their poor land. Their house, a small one-storied building, stood upon the side of a steep hill, and the stones lay so thickly about It that scarcely anything could grow from the ground. At the foot of the hill, a quarter of a mile from the house by the winding path, was a small brook, and the woman was obliged to go there for water and to carry it up the hill to the house. This was a tedious task, and with the other hard work that fell to her share had made her gaunt and bent and lean. jP Yet she never complained, but meekly and faithfully performed her duties, doing housework, carrying the water and helping her husband hoe the scanty crop that grew upon the beet part of their land. One day as she walked down the path to the brook, her big shoes scatterlng the pebbles right and left, she noticed a large beetle lying upon its back and struggling helplessly to turn. The woman stopped and set him upon his feet, and then, as she stooped over the tiny creature she heard a small 1 voice say: "Oh, thank you! Thank you so much for saving me!" Half frightened at hearing a beetle speak in her own language, the woman started back and exclaimed: "La, sake*! Surely you can't talk like humans!" Then, recovering from her alarm, she again bent over the beetle, who answered her: "Why shouldn't I talk, if I have anything to say?" " 'Cause you're a bug," replied the ,? woman. "That Is true; and you saved my life ?saved me from my enemies, the sparrows. And this is the second time you have come to my assistance, so I u owe you a debt of gratitude. Bugs value their lives as much as human beings, and I am a more important creature than you, In your Ignorance, may suppose. But tell me, why do you come each day to the brook?" "For water," she answered, staring stupidly down at the talking beetle. # "Isn't it hard work?" the creature inquired. "Yes; but there's no water on the hill," said she. "Then dig a well and put a pump in it," replied the beetle. ? She shook her head. "My man tried it once; but there was no water," she said sadly. "Try it again," commanded the beetle; "and in return for your kindness to me I will make this promise: If you do not get water from the well you will get that which is more precious to you. I must go now. Don't forget. Dig a well." And then, without pausing to say good-bye, it ran swiftly away and was lost among the stones. The woman returned to the house, much perplexed by what the beetle had said, and when her husband came in from his work she told him the whole story. The poor man thought for a time, and then declared: "Wife, there may be truth in what the bug told you. There must be magic - in the world, yet if a beetle can speak and if there be such a thing as magic we may get water from the well. The pump I bought to use in the well which proved to be dry is now lying in the barn, and the only expense in followa ing the talking bug's advice will be the labor of digging the hole. Labor I am used to; so I will dig the well." The next day he set about it, and dug so far down in the ground that he could hardly reach the top to climb out aKain: but not a drop of water was found. ^ "Perhaps you did not dig deep V enough," his wife said, when he told W her of his failure. f So the following day he made a long ludder which he put into the hole, and ^ then he dug, and dug, and dug. until the top of the ladder barely reached the top of the hole. But still there was no water. When the woman next went to the brook with her pail she saw the l>eetle sitting on a stone beside her path. So ^ she stopped and said: "My husband has dug the well; but there is no water." "Did he put the pump in the well?" asked the beetle. "No," she answered. "Then, do as I commanded; put in the pump, and if you do not get water I promise you something still more preciousl" Saying which, the beetle swiftly slid from the stone and disappeared. The woman went back to the house and told her husband what the bug had said: "Well," replied the simple fellow, "there can be no harm in trying." ^ So he got the pump from the barn and placed it in the well, and then he took hold of the handle and began to pump, while his wife stood by to watch what would happen. # No water came, but after a few moments a gold piece dropped from the spout of the pump, and then another, and another, until several handfuls ol gold lay in a little heap on the ground. The man stopped pumping then and ran to help his wife gather the gold pieces in her apron; but their hands trembled so through excitement and joy that they could scarcely pick up the s|>arkling coins. At last she gathered them close to ^ her bosom and together they ran to the house, where they emptied the precious gold upon the table and counted the pieces. They were stamped with the design - of the United States mint and were worth $5 each. Some were worn and somewhat discolored from use, while others seemed bright and new, as 11 I"VTVTTVwr^'T^'T'i-rVT^"! vw f ERFULPUMP | BAUM I DtOtOtOIPlQIOIQtQIOIOIOtoj they had not been much handled. When the value of the pieces was added together they were found to be worth >300. Suddenly the woman spoke. "Husband, the beetle spoke truly, when he declared we should get somethin? more precious than the water from the well. But run at once and take away the handle from the pump lest any one should pass this way and discover our secret." So the man ran to the pump and removed the handle, which he carried to the house and hid under the bed. They hardly slept a wink that night, lying awake to think of their good fortune and what they should do with their store of yellow gold. In all their former lives they had never possessed more than a few dollars at a time, and now the cracked teapot was nearly full of gold coins. The following day was Sunday, and they arose early and ran to see If their treasure was safe. There it lay, heaped snugly within the teapot, and they were so willing to feast their eyes upon It that it was long before the man could leave It to build the fire for the woman to cook breakfast. While they ate their simple meal the woman said: "We will go to church today and return thanks for the riches that have come to us so suddenly. And I will give the pastor one of the gold pieces." "It is well enough to go to church," replied the husband, "and also to return thanks. But in the night I decided how we will spend all our money: so there will be none left for the pastor." "We can pump more," said the woman. "Perhaps, and perhaps not," he answered cautiously. "What we have we can depend upon, but whether or not there be more in the well I cannot say." "Then go and find out," she returned, "for I am anxious to give something to the pastor, who Is a poor man and deserving." So the man got the pump handle from beneath the bed, and going to the pump fitted it in place. Then he set a large wooden bucket under the spout and began to pump. To their joy the gold pieces soon began flowing Into the pail, and seeing it about to run over the brim the *oman brought another pail. But now the stream suddenly stopped, and the man said cheerfully to his wife: "That is enough for today, good wife! We have added greatly to our treasure, and the parson shall have his gold piece. Indeed, I think I shall also put coin into the contribution box." Then, because the teapot would hold no more gold, the "armer emptied the pail into the woodbox, covering the money with dried leaves and twigs that no one might suspect what lay underneath. Afterward they dressed themselves in their best clothing and started for the church, each taking a bright gold piece from the teapot as a gift to the pastor. Over the hill and down into the valley beyond they walked, feeling so gay and light-hearted that they did not mind the distance at all. At last they came to the little country church and entered just as services began. Being proud of their wealth and of the gifts they had brought for the pastor, they could scarcely wait for the moment when the deacon passed the contribution box. Bui at last the time came, and the farmer held his hand high over the box and dropped the gold piece so that all the congregation could see what he had given. The woman did likewise, feeling important and happy at being able to give the good parson so much. The parson, watching from the pulpit, saw the gold drop into the box and could hardly believe that his eyes did not deceive him. However, when the box was laid on his desk there were the two gold pieces, and he was so surprised that he nearly forgot his sermon. When the people were leaving the church at the close of the services the good man stopped the farmer and his wife and asked: "Where did you get so much gold?" The woman gladly told him how she had rescued the beetle, and how, in return, they had l>een rewarded with wnmlerfiil itnmii. The oastor lis tened to It all gravely, and when the story was finished he said: "According to tradition strange things happened in this world ages ago and now I find that strange things may also happen today. For by your tale you have found a beetle that can speak and also has power to bestow upon you great wealth." Then he looked carefully at the gold pieces and continued: "Either this money is fairy gold or it Is genuine metal, stamped at the mint of the United States government. If it Is real money, then your beetle must have robbed some one of the gold and placed it in your well. For all money belongs to some one, and if you have not earned it honestly, but have come by it in the mysterious way you mention, it was surely taken from the persons who owned it without their consent. Where else could real money . come from?" The farmer and his wife were confused by this statement and looked i guiltily at each other, for they were honest i?eople and wished to wrong no i one. "Then you think the beetle stole the i money?" asked the woman. "By his magic powers he probably i took it from its rightful owners. Even ? bugs which can speak have no coni sciences and cannot tell the difference ' between right and wrong. With a desire to reward you for your kindness i the l>eetle took from its lawful pos> sessors the money you pumped from I the well." "Perhaps it really is fairy gold," suggested the man. "If so, we must go to the town and spend the money before It .disappears." "That would be wrong," answered the pastor, "for then the merchants would have neither money nor goods. To give them fairy gold would be to rob them." "What, then, shall we do?" asked the poor woman, wringing her hands with grief and disappointment. "Go home and wait until tomorrow. If the gold is then In your possession It is real money and not fairy gold. But if it is real money you must try to restore it to its rightful owners. Take, also, these pieces which- you have given me, for I cannot accept gold that is not honestly come by." Sadly the poor people returned to their home, being greatly disturbed by what they had heard. Another sleepless night was passed, and on Monday morning they rose at daylight and ran to see if the gold was still visible. "It Is real money after all!" cried the man, "for not a single piece has disappeared." When the woman went to the brook that day she looked for the beetle, and sure enough, there he sat on the flat stone. "Are you happy now?" asked the beetle as the woman paused before him. "We are very unhappy," she answered; "for although you have given us much gold our good parson says It surely belongs to some one else and was stolen by you to reward us." "Your parson may be a good man," returned the beetle with some indignation, "but he certainly is not overwise. Nevertheless if you do not want the gold I can take it from you as easily as I gave it." "But we do want it!" cried the woman fearfully. "That is.^lhe added, "if it is honestly come by." "It is not stolen," replied the beetle sulkily, "and now belongs to no one but yourselves. When you saved my life I thought how I might reward you, and knowing you to be poor I decided gold would make you happier than anything else. "You must know," he continued, "that although I appear so small and insignificant I am really king of all insects, and my people obey my slightest wish. Living as they do close to the ground, the insects often come across gold and other pieces of money which have been lost by men and have fallen into cracks, and crevices or become covered with earth or hidden by grass or weeds. Whenever my people find money In this way they report the fact to me; but I have always let it lie, because it could be of no possible use to an insect. "However, when I decided to give you gold I knew just where to obtain it without robbing any of j jr fellow creatures. Thousands of insects were at once sent by me In every direction to bring the pieces of lost gold to this hill. It cost my people several days of hard labor, as you may suppose, but by the time your husband had finished the well the gold began to arrive from all parts of the country, and during the night my subjects dumped it into the well. So you may use It with a clear conscience, knowing that you wrong no one. This explanation delighted the woman, and when she returned to the house and reported to" her husband what the beetle had said he was also overjoyed. So they at once took a number of the gold pieces and went to the town to purchase provisions and clothing and many things of which they had long stood.in need; but so proud were they of their newly acquired wealth that they took no pains to conceal it. They wanted everyone to know they had money, and so it was no wonder that when some of the wicked men in the village saw the gold they, longed to possess It themselves. "If they spend this money so freely," whispered one to another, "there must be a great store of gold at their home." "That is true," was the answer. "Let us hasten there and ransack the house before they return." So they left the village and hurried away to the farm on the hill, where they broke down the door and turned everything topsy-turvy until they had discovered the gold in the wood box and the teapot. It did not take them long to make this into bundles, which they slung upon their backs and carried off, and it was probably because they were in a great hurry that they did not stop to put the house in order again. Presently the good woman and her husband came up the hill from the village with their arms full of bundles and followed by a crowd of small boys who had been hired to help carry the purchases. Then followed others, youngsters and country louts, attracted by the wealth and prodigality of the pair, who from simple curiosity trailed along behind like the tail of a comet and helped swell the concourse into a triumphal procession. Last of all came Gugglns, the shop-keeper, carrying with much tenderness a new silk dress which was to be paid for when they reached the house, all the money they had taken to the village having been lavishly expended. The farmer who had formerly been a modest man, was now so swelled with pride that he tipped the rim of his hat over his left ear and smoked a big cigar that was fast making him ill. His wife strutted along beside him like a peacock, enjoying to the full the homage and respect her wealth had won from those who formerly deigned not to notice her and glancing from time to time at the admiring procession in the rear. But, alas for their new-born pride! j When they reached the rarmnouse they found their door broken in, the furniture strewn in all directions and their treasure stolen to the very last gold piece. ' The crowd grinned and made slighting remarks of personal nature, and Guggins, the shopkeeper, demanded in a loud voice the money for the silk dress he had brought. Then the woman whispered to her husband to run and pump some more gold while she kept the crowd quiet, and he obeyed quickly. But after a few moments he returned with a white face to tell her the pump was dry, and not a gold piece could now be coaxed from the spout. The procession marched back to the village laughing and jeering at the farmer and his wife, who. had pretend ed to be so rich; and some of the boys were naughty enough to throw stones at the house from the top of the hill. Mr. Guggins carried away his dress after severely scolding the woman for deceiving him, and when the couple at last found themselves alone their pride had turned to humiliation and their joy to bitter grief. Just before sundown the woman dried her eyes and, having resumed her ordinary attire, went to the brook for water. When she came to the flat stone she saw the King Beetle sitting upon it. "The well Is dry," she cried out angrily. "Yes," answered the beetle, calmly, "you have pumped from It all the gold my people could find." "But we are now ruined," said the woman, sitting down in the path and beginning to weep; "for the robbers have stolen from us every penny we possessed." "I'm sorry," returned the beetle, "but It Is your own fault. Had you not made so great a show of your wealth no one would have suspected you possessed a treasure or thought to rob you. As It Is, you have merely lost the gold which others have lost before you. It will probably be lost many times before the world [comes to an end." "But what are we to do now?" she asked. "What did you do before I gave you the money?" "We worked from morning till night," said she. "Then work still remains for you," remarked the beetle, composedly; "no one will ever try to rob you of that, you may be sure!" And he slid from the stone and disappeared for the last time. This story should teach us to accept good fortune with humble hearts and use it with moderation. For, had the farmer and his wife resisted the temptation to display their wealth ostentatiously they might have retained It to this very day.?New York Sun. THE EARTH'S TWO POLES. How Amundsen's Trip Completes Our Knowledge of the Globe. The earliest discovery of the North or South Pole is the one aspect of Arctic discovery which attracts and interests the public. But each polar expedition . has its larger place in extending the field of geographical knowledge. Capt. Amundsen's exhibition establishes the fact, already known In general terms, that while the North Pole Is ocean, the South Pole is a mass of land large enough to constitute a small continent, if it were In a more favorable region and more accessible. The North Pole represents part of the low waste of marsh land and water which fills northern Siberia, extends over the shallows to the north of it, deepening as it goes and gradually making the broad shallow basin whose shores are the northern coast of Siberia and the northern coast of Canada, half of it sprinkled with islands of low level and without mountains until the plateau of northern Greenland is reached and the volcanic or?i ?rhir-h cives the world Iceland. Spltzbergen and the mountains of Lapland and Norway. The sea between these low coasts is, like them, of no great depth, swept by the great current which passes through Behring straits and down Baffin's bay and along the east coast of Greenland, a shallow stretch of strange water, most of which has not been explored. The South Pole, on the other hand, is a land area considerably larger than Australia, ice-begirt, a great plateau whose surface is 10,000 to 11,000 feet high, with mountain ranges crossing it. All this is doubtless part of that upturn which passes down the Andes, crosses "Antarctica," the Antarctic continent and* goes directly on along a great circle, up the east Asian coast by way of Sumatra in the great system of volcanic action perpetually breaking into active volcanoes which had lifted Borneo, the Philippine islands, Japan and extreme East Siberia. These mountains and volcanoes are l>art of a great fissure in the earth's crust, which returns into itself by way of the Antarctic continent. It starts in the volcanoes of the Aleutian islands and Alaska, coming down in a vast curve along our eastern coast and the Andes, reappearing In Antarctica, finding its way up the islands that fringe the east coast of Asia and returning to itt original beginning, where our far-flung flag looks out from the last of the Aleutian Islands. This great girdle of fire, dotted with volcanoes, rings about the Pacific. The North Pole Is, on the other hand, under waters which are part of the Atlantic ocean, whose shores either in south or north Atlantic areas have few volcanoes, display in general the low sloping lino of our own roast and that of South America, with a large part of West Africa, a tyne represented in the northern coasts of both America and .Siberia. The great return and result of Capt. Amundsen's trip, therefore, is that it completes our general knowledge of the globe and leaves us aware that its two oceans and the continents between them are themselves part of a great world building which rings one ocean and fringes two continental masses with volcanoes and leaves the other ocean and the continental masses fringing it without this seismic disturbance, except at certain isolated points.?Philadelphia Record. ? Washington, March 21: Enough potash to supply the United States probably for thirty years has been discovered by the government scientists in Searl's lake, San Francisco county, California. The estimate of the geological survey and the bureau of soils held men that the deposit may amount to 4.000,000 tons, but the authorities here, from data in their possession, consider that estimate conservative and believe more than 10,000,000 tons of potash is available. The great value of the find is that the product is in readily available commercial form. Potash is known to exist in mat places in the United States, but in most cases no commercial means have been found to use it. The drled-up lake has received the drainage from the surrounding hills for thousands of years, vast quantities of dissolved minerals thus having concentrated in it. Similar dried-up lakes, containing valuable deposits. It is believed by officials here, exist in the arid regions and will be discovered. I ks W'TT * ij .^i?j?fei^3?ft EXTERIOP AND lNT?>iO]: The Southern Railway's Dairy turea?One at 10.30 a. m., one at 2 p. pisfllanrous parting. NOTES FROM CHEROKEE. Facts About the Recent Flood?Death of a Veteran?Other Matters. V>rrespondencc The Yorkville Ruqutrer Wllkinsville, March 20.?Since our last letter to The Enquirer your correpondent has had a tough spell of grip, from which he la Just now recovering. For several days he was shut up in :he house and most of the time in bed. Since then, too, we have had a great deal of rain ard much damage has been done to farming lands and bridges; but the latter, we are glad to say, are being pretty well taken care of and will, in most cases, be repaired In a few days. Every one of the bridges over Thlckety and Gilkey creeks that we have heard from, has been more or less damaged, and In some Instances washed away entirely. The main spans of the bridges at Thomson's mill and Owen's ford on Thlckety, remain Intact, while parts of their approaches have either been washed away or badly damaged. The bridges across Gilkey creek were both swept away. The new Iron bridge across Broad river here is the only one we know of that was not more or less damaged by the flood. The force of the water was no test of Its strength, though It came to within a few feet of the flooring. The telephone line connecting this with the Hickory Grove section of York county, was broken by the high water, but this has been repaired and regular communication established. The wire is now put beyond the reach of high water, being fastened In the* top8 of trees on either bank of theriver nearer the bridge. An ?nnn na the announcement of the damage done the bridges of this section of Cherokee county was reported to the township commissioner, Wm. G. Fowler, that official got busy. Laying aside all red tape, rules and regulations he procured hands and set about having the damage repaired and the result is travel on the leading roads will be resumed before the close of the week. From what we learn, the other commissioners in other parts of the county have done and are doing the same, and when the county board meets it will be to ratify the action of the several commissioners, rather than to advertise a score of bridges to be built or repaired. The freshet of August, 1908, carried away an approach to the Thomson mill bridge. T. J. Estes was one of the township commissioners at the time. While he was on the ground inspecting the damage with a view to having it repaired, a professional bridge builder proposed to replace It for $50. Thinking this too much and knowing the urgent need of the bridge to the traveling public, Mr. Estes went to work, got up a few hands and had the approach repaired in two or three days at a cost to the county of less than $15, and the work stood until it was carried away on last Friday. Experience teaches that it will not do to turn over all the county repairs to men who make it a business to hunt such jobs. Of course there are times when the Judgment of expert mechanics is needed, but not In all cases, and especially when time is so Important. We attended the funeral of Mr Alpheus McDaniel at Hickory Grove last Monday. He was one of the first men from western York to volunteer in the war between the sections. He went out with the Jasper Light infantry, 5th regiment. Colonel Micah Jenkins. Before the close of the war he was transferred to heavy artillery and took part in the defense of Charleston. He was about 75 years old at the time of his death, and a member of the Baptist church. The funeral services were conducted by Rev. G. L. Kerr of the A. R. Presbyterian church, assisted by Rev. C. M. Love of the Baptist church. The large congregation attending the funeral was an attestation of the high esteem in which the deceased was held by those among whom he hart lived. Circumstances over which we hart no control prevented our being present at the meeting of the Broad River Interdenominational Sunday School convention at Mount Vernon, last Sabbath. From what we hear it was an abundant success in every particular. It couldn't have been anything else from the names we see connected with It. Rev. W. B. Arrowood preached to a good congregation at the Hopewell school house last Sabbath evening. He preached at Salem that morning, and again that night. Owing to the bridges being down on the creeks small congregations were at Salem at each service. Wilson, the little son of Mr. and Mrs. John H. Fowler, who got his wrisl badly cut two weeks ago on a piece of broken glass, Is getting along nice 4ntM| i views or 253355 wSUff n Car will be in Yorkville tomorrow, and m., and the other at 7.30 p. m. ly. The little fellow came'near bleeding to death. He la, apparently, all right now. Miss Olive McDaniel of Smyrna No. 2, finished her school on this side of the river last week, and is now at her home. TREATMENT OF INSOMNIA. Wh*n the Case It Ont for a Phytician ?Nervous Restlessness. In considering the treatment of insomnia it. is well to treat the subject under two heads?major insomnia and minor insomnia. Major Insomnia, happily, Is a disease that concerns few persons, and its treatment is a matter for the trained physician only. It may be associated with severe organic disease or it may be the beginning of acute Insanity. These cases of course are neither for home diagnosis nor for home treatment. But almost anyone sooner or later and for one reason or another may be called upon to deal with minor insomnia. In such a case the first thing is to look for the reason. When a person who is habitually a good sleeper has a restless, tossing, wakeful night the reason is generally not hard tb find. A mistake has been made somewhere, and in most cases a dietary mistake. The last meal was either too large or too late or it contained some substance that refused to be digested. The insomnia of indigestion is a particularly disagreeable type, as It is allied with a nervous restlessness which not only forbids the sufferer to sleep but makes him feel as If he would never sleep again and keeps him turning and tossing in mind as well as in body. This is the kind which makes mountains out of all the molehills and darkens the thoughts of the coming day. Discretion is the better part of valor in such a case. It is a waste of time to toss and try. Get up speedily and move ahout for a while, slowly drinking several glasses of water. Realize early that until you have helped your stomach to the victory you will not sleep. On the other hand, an empty stomach may keep you awake just as obstinately as an overfull one. In this case, however, the answer is easy?a cup of hot water sipped slowly will generally do the deed. Some folks keep themselves wakeful riy gemng menuiiiy oauiicv iaic the evening, and of all forms of mental excitement anger and fear are the worst. To He and fight your enemy In your Imagination is a sad misuse of the blessed darkness. Many people find It wise to cool their brains at the end of the day with a little light reading or soothing talk, keeping their problems and their policies for the daytime. Some fairly good sleepers accuse themselves of Insomnia simply because it bores them to lie awake, and every minute is magnified Into an hour. These should learn that a little occasional wakefulness is not to be counted a tragedy.?Youth's Companion. Who Supplied the Cocaine? A negro was recently arrested in Chicago charged with selling cocaine. A number of exceedingly distressing disclosures followed the raid upon his shack. It has already been developed that the police of the city protected this jackal, and that profits, after deducting official blackmail, amounted to thousands of dollars yearly. His home was filled with barrels of silverware, with trinkets, and with tons of household articles. These goods were brought to him In payment of the "white stuff" and in most cases were stolen by the half-crazed unfortunates over whom he- exercised an absolute control. Not a very pretty story- But a far meaner phase of the situation has not yet been touched upon. Where did he secure the enormous quantities of cocaine in which he dealt?" What.drug manufacturing houses are in league with the cocaine bootlegger? If there is a viler spectacle under the sun than this heinous partnership, we do not know where it can be found. There must be a rigorous government supervision of cocaine manufacturers. It should be placed under the guardianship of special agents of the internal revenue department and every grain accounted for. Most of the big cities have already taken steps to check the further progress of the "coke" plague. But municipalities have no jurisdiction over the "foreign" wholesalers whose traveling men are in league with the peddlers.?Herbert Kaufman in Woman's World, March. XV It is difficult to acquire a satisfactory reputation on the strength of what you are going to do some day. >tV Poverty is no disgrace?but the same cannot always be truthfully said of wealth. I , AIEY GAELp. will give three Demonstration LecSOME TALE8 OF EXERCI8E. Athletes Have Always Been In Demand In Every Nation. It would seem that the Romans, who conquered eighty-six nations, recognized the secret of success In things military when they called their armies exercitus, bodies of drilled or exercised men. During the Middle Ages it was the custom of princes and even of wealthy burghers, to keep runners who followed their carriages afoot while the horses were going at full gallop. Fast runners were In great demand, and if parents wanted to qualify their children for a position of that sort they began to train them from the earliest childhood, making them undergo a singular operation, namely, the r&moval of the spleen, which was supposed to have an influence upon the vigor of the lungs. From the town of Puebla, in Mexico, a sandy road leads across the hills to the Valley of Amozoc. Early In the mornina that road is crowded with Indian peddlers and hucksters, who carry heavy baskets on their backs. They frequently come from & distance of ten or twelve miles, but make the whole trip at a sharp trot and without a single stop. Their children trot at their sides, carrying small bundles or bags, and thus learn their trade so gradually that they hardly feel the hardships of It It seems curious that a small, shortlegged dog can as a general thing outrun the tallest man. This has not always been the case. An ostrich proves that two legs can go as fast as four. Want of exercise in man probably accounts for the whole difference. Lifting weights has always been a favorite exercise for the lungs. There is a story of a Grecian Samson, the athlete Mllo of Crotona, who day after day carried a calf around the arena and gained in strength as the calf gained In weight until Anally he could carry a steer. We may well doubt whether the steer was quite full-grown. There is, however, a case on record, apparently well authenticated, to the effect that one Winship of Boston, practiced with dumb-bellR and bagfuls of pig iron until he was able to lift (though only' for a moment) the weight of the heaviest steer in Texaa In countries where they still rely on the strength of their limbs, as in Turkey, Hungary and Afghanistan, there are plenty of men earning their bread by common labor who could astonish the so-called athletes of the rest of the world. A Turkish porter will shoulder a box which the driver of an American express wagon would hesitate to tackle without assistance. In one of the Pghan wars the native warriors carried cannon to a battery on the top of u hill from where the English soldiers were unable to carry them dow;n again. The foot soldiers of the Turkish Janizaries had to drill in full armor, run, wrestle and even swim without removing the iron equipments. Such a value did their drill masters set upon the inAuence of early training that they would never accept a recruit of more than twelve years of age. These caueis were exerciaeu lur jeais, nnc the sons of the old Spartans, before they were assigned to actual duty, and the result was that the Janizaries repeatedly defeated the armies of Western Europe. The ancient Greeks managed to train not only their troops but the whole nation by offering liberal prizes for proficiency In all kinds of bodily exercise, such as running, leaping, lifting, spear-throwing and wrestling. At a distance of sixty yards their spearmen could hit a target with un! falling certainty.?New York Press. Blind Arabs of the Desert.?The I Arabs have a saying to the effect that l"when you travel through the country | of the blind be blind yourself," and, .'though, like all proverbs, it is doubtless not Intended to be taken literally, still the malady of blindness is so common in Algeria, especially among the tribes that inhabit the oases of the Sahara, that the traveler may almost stop and ask himself if he has indeed come to that country of the blind. The prevalence of eye disease is due perhaps to the intense, dazzling brilliance of the desert sun and to that complete absence of shade which must be endured by the wandering Saharan. The Arabs) are normally very kind and respectful to the aged and Infirm, and a blind man or woman will seldom lack an escort of one or more children to pilot them safely along the roads, and who, if they |are still young and active enough to work, will assist them in hoisting their) load of sticks or barley upon their backs and see them safely home to the humble dwelling that shelters them.? Wide World Magazine. t* It is easier to make love than it is always to mean it. SHORT SHIFT FOR BU8HMEN. m How tho Law Was Exaeutad By Australian Mountad Polica. "While they were in power," said a New York man one time In the cattle business in Australia, "the black track* er police of Queensland were beyond doubt the moet expert and efficient suppressors of offenders against the peace and safety of the public that ever had the sanction of government authority. They were not only police?, they were likewise Judge, jury and executioner. "That unique system of policing in Queensland was put In operation in 1875. Queensland Is the largest division of Australia and to this day immense tracts of it, particularly in the northern portion, are dense stretches of wilderness almost untrodden save by the liative bushmen, the original people, many of them still in the state of savagery and determined opposition to the ways of civilisation that marked them when the first whites sought that region to colonize and make available to the world its great resources. When I went to Queensland thirty-five years ago they- were a constant menace to the settlers and particularly a source of danger to the stock raisers and miners. "No effort has yet been made to civilize the bushmen tribes. They still clung to their primitive weapons, the spear and the boomerang. Small in stature, of a low degree of mentality, they were aggressive in their protests against the settlers and cunning in the planning of their attacks. At odd and unexpected times they would come swooping out of the bush, raid the ranches, murder the herders and escape with the stolen cattle and horses to the fastnesses of their wilderness haunts, into the unknown intricacies of which no white pursuers could successfully follow them. They waged war also on the Chinamen who worked in the gold mines of that isolated region and as they invariably carried their dead victims away with them, the horrible conviction Doesessed the white settlers that the bushmen were addicted to cannibalism. "These depredations had become more l'requent and more murderous in their character under the systematic leadership of convicts transported for brutal crimes committed at home and who had escaped to the unexplored tracts of the bush, where joining the natives they became still more savage and cruel than those uncivilised people themselves. To deal effectively with this danger, which was halting the advance of settlement and striking a disastrous blow at the Industries that were making for the development of the region, the Queensland government resolved to try the experiment of a mounted police force formed from certain tribes of natives that had accepted the overtures of the settlers and lived In peace with them, if not In entire accord with their ideas of existence and duty. These natives were of a district distant from the northern wilderness and had no ties of association with the bushmen of the latter. "It was no easy task to organise a force of police from such material. The natives had to be taught to ride horseback and to handle the pistol and Afle. They were afraid of both horses and firearm*, but when these fears were overcome those half savages became enthusiastic and expert horsemen and marksmen. And the duty they were to perform was congenial to their aboriginal nature. That duty was their business to hunt down the wild murderers and horse and cattle thieves and 'to 'disperse* all suspicious parties and gatherings. They were called 'Dlspersers,' and when their effectiveness had become undoubted they got the significant name of 'Black Trackers.' They were not required to bring in prisoners. Whenever their services were required a force was drafted from the entire department. Some particularly sagacious one among them was aDDointed leader of that active force, which was scarcely necessary, for the orders were really Individual carte blanche. When a force of these armed and mounted savage policemen started in pursuit of alleged criminals the trail was followed mercilessly, and not a native man, woman or child found in the vicinity where the crime had been committed, nor for as far as the Black Trackers followed in the bush, escaped. They were killed, one and all. "These wild troopers became useful in hunting up whites who were so frequently lost in the great wilderness that scores had perished annually, wandering aimlessly jibout in the trackless waste, and In capturing escaped convicts who had sought the wilds. Even on these errands they exercised their prerogative of killing every wild black they met. Nor did they confine this duty to the chance meeting of such, but did not hesitate to go out of their way and lie for days in ambush at water holes that were scattered about in the wilderness, and where bushmen came to refresh themselves In their wanderings; then corralling the unsuspecting savages the vigilant black trackers shot them down to the last one. "So complete was the approval of the cattlemen and gold miners of this dispersing* system of police protection that it was a common sight to see skulls of 'dispersed' bushmen adorning door posts, gate poets and even the interior of houses of the wealthiest among them. But to the great body of settlers the idea-of the government supporting so Inhuman a department at last became unbearable, and, horrified by the butcheries by the police In the name of law and order, they forwarded many petition* praying for the interference of the home government In the black tracker police for the purpose of having it abolished. The home government Anally took cognizance of the appeals, and that system of dispersing the wild evildoers In Queensland was abandoned.?New York Sun. Hslp From Little Johnny.?"What were you and Mr. Smith talking about In the parlor?" asked her mother. "Oh, we were discussing our kith and kin," replied the young lady. The mother looked dubiously at her daughter, whereupon her little brother, wishing to help his sister, said: "Yeth they wath, mother. I heard 'em. Mr. Thmlth asked her for a kith and she thaid, 'You kin.' "?Ladles' Home Journal. J