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IF YOU'LL SINQ A SONQ.
ff you'll sins a song as you go alone. In the face of the real or the fancied wrong; la spite of the doubt If you'll fight It out. And show a heart that is brave and stout; It you'll laugh at the jeers and refuse the tears, Tou'U force the ever-reluctant cheers That the world denies when a coward cries. To give to the man who bravely tries; And you'll win success with a little song If you'll sing the song as you go along! If you'll sing a song as you plod along, Tou'U find that the busy, rushing throng Will catch the strain of the glad refrain; That the sun will follow the blinding rain; That the clouds will fly from the black ened sky; That the stars will come out by and by: And you'll make new friends, till hope de scends From where the placid rainbow bends; And all because of a little song If you'll sing the song as you plod along. f f you'll sing the song as you trudge along, Tou'U see that the singing will make you strong; And the heavy load and the rugged road, And the sting and the stripe of the tor tuous goad "Will soar with the note that you set afloat; That the world Is bad when you are Bad, And bright and beautiful when glad; And all you need is a little song If you'll sing the song as you trudge along. Nashville American, J UNDERTAKERS. m 4 BY AGNES CRARY. THEY were having a clearance sale across the street at Isauc & Abraham son's, and Coffin Smith, sitting in front of - his shop, watched enviously the crowd jostling and elbowing for the . sake of "two cents less on gingham and ilk given away,". He wished his busi ness, too, would admit of spring open legs a sale of shopworn caskets, for instance but he laid the idea aside with regret. Bragton was not yet ready ior such innovations and he felt fate ihad been unkind in confining him to the upper valley; for since his trip to the southern part of the state, the am bition of a progressive undertaker burned within him. Had he lived in Los Angeles, he felt he, too, might have .adorned one of those large and pros' perous parlors that crowd Spring street or Broadway. Were they not curtained -with lace, bedraped with light Bilks, gay with cut flowers, and in the evening brilliantly lighted, so that a traveler In that one-lunged country might drop in to look over the latest styles or choose his coffin while he was waiting for the next street car? So on his return he had decorated his somber rooms; the lace curtains were there and the light rugs in subdued tones, as for an infant's funeral. A bunch of wax tuberoses that might come in handy when fresh flowers were acarce adorned the marble slab of the center table, and a discarded cockade of white crape, perked on a chair back, lent the finishing touch to the room. The first night he had pulled up the shades and lit all three burners in the chandelier, he had had callers enough, but the occasion had passed into un savory tradition as "Smith's fake funer al,'' and the town had resented it as an indelicate bid for custom. Further more the county board, in one of its periodic spasms of economy together with a desire to remove too great temptation from the spirits of the pros perous, had taken account of that un lucky opening and given the contract for pauper burial to Morey. So this morning as Smith sat sunning himself, the skimmed milk of his meditations had soured and given an acid quality to the smile he wore in the business. All at once a stir up the Vicino road roused him. A cloud of dust, then a hatless man riding furiously; on he dashed, children and dogs scattering before him as he, gained the street. "Horton is dying," he cried, as he slipped from his horse. "Horton's dy ing out on the Vicino road. Brown Bacer threw him and stamped on him; O, my God, why don't some of you get the doctor 1" And he fell on the side walk exhausted. A crowd gathered instantly and in a moment men were off to Horton's old end up toward the hills to intercept the -doctor. Coffin Smith too slipped away to his stable, and fast as fingers could fly began harnessing his team to the dead wagon. Horton was dead prob ablytoo bad, but Horton was well to do, and had no near kin, so whoever got there first was likely to get the burying. And in a moment more with -a- crack of the whip he went rattling off. As he passed the ' saloon whither liorey had led the messenger for spir ituous consolation, one of the men about the door called in: "Smith's ahead this time, sure enough. He'll make the first heat be fore you get started." v "Not if I know myself 1" the Irish man responded, as he set d6wn his glass. "And not if I know me bays!" And so a few minutes later a second black wagon went down the street, to the cries of: "A race, a racel" "Three to five on the bays!" ; Shops, offices and saloons were de serted, for to a crowd of Mlssourlans there is only 6ne thing can keep down love of a race only one - thing- that -would keep old nortou himself from rising to time the men, and that one .thing was racing, too, even faster than the good doctor, whose horses by this time were turned once more against their shadowy antagonist. Mr. Larramore was sprinkling the .-sidewalk in front of his grocery as the -crowd came up, eager for the last sight of the men. "Just set out chairs for the gentle men," he called hospitably to his clerk. ""Ye can see further up the Vicino from here than ye kin down the street a piece." It was cool there under the awning) rd the .men tilted back their chairs comfortably, in preparation for ' the Hong waiting, while interest was fairly -divided between Horton's fate and the i "A man onto 70 hadn't ought to been rldin' that horse. It's a jedgment on his beln' too nigh in his pocket to keep a good fellow to train. I wonder if Brown Racer is anyways hurt." "I reckon there'll be trouble over the burying, too," a second suggested, "since he's no kin to decide. Wonder why he lived so by himself ain't no ways natural. I knew a man oncst " And so the talk wandered on to the loved and shady bypaths of gossip, now and then returning to the race, as some one drove quickly by. When Smith ffrst heard a wagon ap proaching he felt whose it was. He set his teeth hard, and all tie disgruntled ambitions of the past were in the lash, as he leaned forward and sent it crawl 4ng over the backs of hl horses. Just before him the road lay narrow, grad ed well up in the middle; Morey would pnss only by running desperate chances. But ahead it opened level, wide enough for three wagons, and swept along clear as a track, right past the men by the roadside. Morey s horses were still fresh-breathed, while his own if that nigh horse played him weak now the oath was lost as he leaned forward to speak to them At last the level space. Morey began to gain; to the wagon now, the back wheel hub, the seat. Neck by neck, past the men they flew, each feeling the finish lay at the cross roads just be yond. With a desperate lash Smith gnined a moment, but his horses, now mad as he in the race, plunged wildly, and Morey (lushed ahead, just over the intersecting road. The men glared at each other, pro fessional dignity had gone to the winds not that Morey cared, for he had none to lose.. "Just let me help you a bit," he said, when Smith began to rub down his trembling horses, "or you'll have a long time in getting them back into town." Smith said nothing, but accepted the proffered aid, and at last as he climbed back into the wagon "I reckon I'd better stop to see what the men think best to do." "And I reckon you'd just better be drivin' on, if you don't want to be settled wid twict. I won him fair and decent, and it's myself has this job." There he stood, six feet of strong Irishman. The two men down the road "HORTON'S DYING." were watching, and Coffin Smith drove on. A little later Morey drew in his horses, just as the doctor drove up. He waited in silence until the examination was over, then hat in hand he drew near. "I've come for the remains," he said, solemnly, "since I won, which these gentlemen will swear. Besides," as he caught the doctor's eye, "besides he had no folks of his own, and so in a way he comes to the county and to me," he said, "bein as I bury the indignant pbre." Overland Monthly. , MAKING A NEWSPAPER. The Editor Most Have a Very Uood J.lver. The leading articles which look so imposing and which express the policy of a paper on1' important subjects are not troublesome from the point of view of organization. The editor decides comparatively -early in the evening what subjects shall be written about, and he, of course, also. directs the lines whiah the articles shall follow. Unless he be a very wise or very foolish man he does not attempt to write any of them himself. The editor who really edits a paper has no time to write. ' He is responsible for everything and lias in the last resort to arrange everything. He or his as sistants read every line of every proof sheet; they have to be constantly on the lookout for Insidious errors, for "doubles" the same news given twice or given previously for matter which should not be published and for num berless other equally important things. A really competent editor is one of the rarest men in the world, and one of the ablest. The work of a cabinet minister cannot compare with his work. A really good editor can direct the policy of his paper on some essential matter at one moment and at the next detect a "turned comma." Nothing Is too great and nothing is too small for his instant comprehension. .HIa irerves must be of Iron or worry win kill himf "he must feel his responsibility, yet r carry it lightly; he must not harass his staff. Above all, his liver lhust be in food order. Indeed, we think that, riven this and abilfcy, the other qualities will be added unto. him. Chambers' Jouf nal. A Small Boy's Conundrum. Everyone In the room had' given a conundrum, and the guessing proceed ed variously. No one thought of four-year-old Ted, who sat very quietly in his corner,' listening thoughtfully, and at last he said: "I've got one, too: Why is the Cong'atlonol steeple painted brown?" Much surprised, every one laughed, and then began to guess,' All sorts of attempted answers were given, but the little boy shook his head, and explained, very seriously, when all had "given up:" "'Cause the church la brown." Every Where. FOR YOUNG PEOPLE. A LITTLE GIRL'S DOLLS. My dollies are many. ' ' There's curly haired Jennie, ' And Topsy so black. And white-haired old Jack. '.. There's Robbie, the soldier, . . Than whom none. Is bolder; There's the Stlck-of-Wood Polly, And the Japanese dolly; But the latest and best, In silken robes dressed, With vest of pearls bright, All set in rows white, Is Dolly Sweet Corn, Who this summer was born. On a tasselled cornstalk Near the old garden walk, In a field of bright green, With a changeable sheen. L. I. Bartlett, in Youth's Companion, TALK BY WHISTLING. Conversational Feats of the Shep herd Boys of Teneriffe. Have you ever heard of the so-called whistling language" of Teneriffe ?The probabilities are that you never have. Yet this curious method of speech if indeed one can so describe it dates trom prehistoric times. The shepherd folk of Teneriffe and Oomera use the "whistling language," nd the first recorded notice of it was made by a French traveler as far back as 1455. Since then stray wanderers have called the world's attention, at long intervals, to the "language." Some years ago, while roaming, with stl'ff and tcrip, through ravines and over the wild mountain ranges of Teneriffe, it fell to the writer's lotjto hear the shep herds thus conversing. By placing two or three fingers in the mouth it is pos sible to make the whistle carry to a dis tance of three miles, or thereabouts. The lonely hills seem silent and de serted, when suddenly out of the far dis tance came a long, drawn and very shrill whistle the summons to a con versation. In reply, a similar call strikes piercingly on the ear from the opposite direction. The whistles are widely sep arated, but have no intention of being lonely. Perhaps they are having some difficulty with their flocks. .'. Perhaps they are merely resting while after the dinner of black bread and onions. At any rate, if you listen, you will soon hear them in the thick of an earnest chat, a chat between friends three miles or more separated. Loireard, the well-known French savant, has conclusively proved hat the whistling is in Spanish. Easy words are taken, and the sounds imitated by the whistlers. Long practice and he redity have given the shepherds ex traordinary skill in whistling and un derstanding the Spanish. Their voca bulary is quite a long one, and, In addi tion, they have a regular code of grad uated notes, which convey telegraph' ically what they cannot satisfactorily reproduce in the ordinary manner. The writer heard three parties of shepherds exchange their hopes and fears regarding the weather by this means. On another occasion he heard an invitation to a dance sent hi jthe "whistling language" across a stretch of country exceeding 54 kilometers. The young boys, and even the girls, are adepts at the "language," and the very sheep appear to understand whistled commands at a considerable distance. It is no unusual thing to find two boys, or a pair of the sturdy little mountain lasses of Teneriffe', standing by the parental cottages, and thus conversing across wide ravine and rugged height, without even catching a glimpse of one another all the time. In fact the whist ling language, dating as it does from before 1450, makes one wonder whether the telephone is such a modern marvel after ull. Chicago Inter Ocean. TALE OF A .KITTEN, Ilotv a Lucky Little Black Cat Fonnd a Second Mother. This is a story of a plucky little black cat. Its mother was a flighty young thing, with no domestic bump on her head and no domestic line on her paw. She was a new cat, andithe cellar on the corner of Twenty-eighth street and THE BOTTLE KITTEN. . Madison avenue was too restricted a sphere for a woman of her burning am bitions. She longed to be a leader in the ranks of emancipated cathoodand teach her downtrodden sisters to strike for more mice and liberty. So she left her little family before their eyes were opened, and started in search of broader spheres. Two of the kittens died; and the third started out to battle with life on four" wobbly little legs and an un certain little tail that he used for steer ing purposes. He steered himself as far as Third avenue, where a girl, pushing a baby carriage, picked, him up.and put Mm in. There moist have been some free masonry of babyhood between the kit ten and the baby, for the latter passed the bottle and the kitten worked it as if it had a Klondike claim. All the Third avenue children crowded round, to ace the sight, and the little waif's sides puffed out visibly. . The baby's mother wanted to throw him out on the world again, but the children begged so hard they kept him, and now little "Billy" has a bottle of his own. N. Y. World. A Propitious Harmony. Miss Bondclipper I believe In the marriage of opposites, Mr. Deadbroke. Mr. Deadbroke So do I, especially, as regards financial conditions. Brook lyn Life. FLOATING FIR? ENGINES. Powerful and Effective Equipment of New York's Fire Boats. Mr. Charles T. Hill contributes to St. Nicholas another paper in his series , devoted to New York's fire department! The present article describes the "Float ing Fire Engines." In writing oi tne; New Yorker, Mr. Hill says of her equip ment of pumps: These pumps have a throwing ca pacity of fully 10,000 gallons of water every minute, and under the best condi tions they have been known to reach 12,000 gallons a minute over 6,000 gal lons more than any other fireboat afloat. The water is drawn in through the sides of the boat, below the water line, into what is known as the "suction bay," making an inner reservoir from which the pumps are fed. There are 'about 10,000 little holes, three-eighths inch in diameter, bored in the sides of the boat just outside thesu suction bays, and through these holes the water is drawn in, and filtered so that no foreign substance may get into the pumps. From the pumps it is forced into an air chamber, thus equalizing the pressure all around, and then into a veritable water main 12 inches in diameter, which runs all around the boat, between decks, and supplies the various outlets. There are 42 of these outlets (including the four stand pipes or monitor nozzles), and they vary in size from six inches in diameter down to zyt inches (the size of the regulation fire hosa). Two of the monitor nozzles are mounted aft, on top of the cabin, and a big and a small one on top of the wheelhouse. The two stand pipes aft have 2', -inch nozzles, the big one on the wheelhouse having a 3-inch opening. From the latter a solid 3-inch stream can be thrown a distance of 320 feet, and if necessary .this can be increased to ai 5y,-inch opening, and a mighty stream of water, having that width, can be sent thundering out into space over 200 feet. If you could hear this immense stream as it pours into the bay, like a miniature cataract, you could better appreciate the power of this remarkable boat. No body of fire could verlong with stand a deluge like this, and it requires GIANT MONITOR NOZZLE ON FIRE BOAT NEW YORKER. only a few dashes of this massive stream to effectively quench a fire in the rig ging or in the upper works of a ship. The small monitor nozzle, mounted on the other side of the wheelhouse, has a 1-inch opening, and a powerful stream con also be thrown from this, and, of course, to a much greater distance, for, as the stream is reduced in diameter, it can go a great deal farther. To the outlets along the side of the deckhouse and at the bow and stern arc attached short lengths of hose, to fight fire at close range. The pumps of the New Yorker are so powerful, and the pressure of these outlets is so great, that it would be impossible for men to handle these lines if there were not some sort of machinery to aid them, and, therefore, an appliance known as u "rail pipe" is brought into play. This is something like a big rowlock, and is set in the gunwale in the same manner that a rowlock is set in tne rail of a row- boat. It is fastened beneath the rail with a pin, and between the forks is swung an iron connection, oar-fashion, pivoted at the sides. The short length of hose is attached to one end of this connection, and a nozzle to the other, and with this device one man is able to control and direct the heaviest stream with ease. The monitor nozzles ulo inn be managed by one man each. The fireproof construction of the New Yorker makes it possible to get very rear a fire and deliver the powerful side streams at short range; and, should the heat become so intense that the men are not able to stnnd by the "rail pipes," protecting shields are brought into use, behind which they can direct the streams with comfort. These shields slide along inside tho rail, on a kind of railway, so they can be placed at any part of the boat; and there is one on each side. They are made of two thick nesses of corrugated iron, with an air space between, thus preventing the in ner lining from becoming heated. They are arched at the top, and in shape are somewhat like the shields used to pro tect the gunners while working at the rnpid-flrlng guns on our modern men- of-war. There is on opening at the bottom of theso shields for the nozzles of the rail pipes to project through, and an oblong slot above! for the fireman to look through and direct the water. With the aid of this protection for the men, and because of her own salamander-like con struction, the New Yorker is nble to sail up close to a burning vessel or pier and deliver a broadside of powerful streams where the ordinary wooden fire tug could not come within fighting dis to nee; and her ability to do this, and her immense pumps, make her without a doubt the most complete and effective marine fire engine ever built. Didn't Handle the Article. A disappointed fish peddler was be laboring his slow but patient horse in the street the other day, and calling out bis wares at intervals, as: "Herrin, herrln', fresh herrin'!" A tender-hearted lady, seeing the act of cruelty to the horse, called out, sternly, from an upper window: "Have you no mercy?" "No, mum," was the reply; "nothin but her rin'.". A DeaMller Weapon. Mosely Wraggs . I knowed you wouldn't git anything at that house. But wot did ye run fur w'en the woman come to the door? I thought you'd faced too many of 'em to be skeered off by a woman's tongue. Tuffiold Knutt I wuzn't afeerd of her tongue, but she come at me with a hatpin. Chicago Tribune. Can They Stand TblsT Lives of Boston maids remind us, As we wander down the pike, That all chunks of Icy coolness, Are not found In the Klondike. Chicago News. ONE HONEST ONE. Bill I stole pop's rod an' went fishin' yesterday. Willie What d'you get7 Bill A Iickin'l Yellow Book. Onr Children. , Mamma (severely) Daisy, you have been at my work box again 1 . I'm afraid that everything I tell you goes in at one ear and out of the other. Daisy (aetatflve) Well,mamma, why doo't you 'top one of zem up? Pick Me Up. A PUZZLE. ; English papers are making fun of the United States navy. Becent Cable gram. , '. , ; ' . : " Uncle Sam I never did understand his idea of humor and I'm af raid I never wilL An Oddity. "Funny thing," said the observer. "Call a young fellow a puppy or an old man a brute, and see how mad tney'll get. But call the young fellow a sad dog and the old man a gay old dog and you'll see 'em burst with pride." N. Y. Journal.,- ' ' Compensation. "Sedgeley's marriage wasn't a happy one, was it?" "Well, that depends on the point of 'lew." "The point of view?" "Yes, the neighbors had no end of fun out of It." Chicago Journal. Natural Interpretation. "How is Mr. Levinsky to-day," asked the man at the door with solicitude. "He seems to be failtag," was the re ply. "Of course," said the man at the door; "but I didn't ask about his business. How is his health?" Chicago Post. Hot Sore of the Monument. , "Whether a man is happier working for his own good or for the good of others is merely a matter of tempera ment," said the philosopher. "It all de pends on whether a man would rather have money or a monument" Indian apolis Journal. A Theatrical Hit. J'We've got 'Hamlet fixed up so it will create a furore this fall." ; ' "What have you done to It?". , "In the grave-digger's scene the old fellow shoveling in the hole is to throw out gold nuggets as big as hickory nuts." Chicago Kecord. - How He Won Her. Miss Charmynge Don't you think I (vas'rneant for a business woman? Jack HustlerNo, I don't. I think you were meant for a business man. Jrooklyn Life. , Notable Purchase. "Every time 1 see you, you are buy ing something for your wife. Do you never buy anything for yourself, old man?" "Oh, yes, peace." Detroit Journal. Too True. Lives of great men all remind us, As their pages o'er we turn, That we're apt to leave behind us Letters that we ought to burn. N. T. Journal ' ' Dlsoonraarlnsr. "It's jes' my luck," said Farmer Corn- tossel, gloomily. "I'm the wust guess- er a-goin'. The only sure way fur a man to git along is ter make up hit - -i i . i . . . j , , ujhiu wnui ne s a-goiuier uo au Keep doln' jes' that." "Have you had bad luck?" "Nothin" else. Last year I raised wheat when I orter hev tUck in summei boarders. This year I tuck in summei boarders when I orter hev raised wheat" Washington Star. Taking- No Chances. "Then there is no hope docloi?", asked the fair woman, her face bedewed with the tears ofa great grief. "None at all," answered the savant, murmuring: "How she must . Uivi cim!" in a soft aside. . "You are sure?" "Perfectly sure." J "Well, I'll risk It. Td hate, though, ti . buy that bit of black goods and hav him get well on me." J udge. - ' Not the Same. , Laura What terrible fashions the European nobility have for remember ing their ancestors. Nonie What do vou refer to theli picture galleries? . Laura, No. I heard that every aris tocratic house keeps a family skeleton in the closet. Pittsburgh News. Just Like II I m. Mr. Duffy Mrs. Kelly, it pains me t infarm yez thot yure hoosband has jist 1 bin blowed oop bol a doinomoite car thridge. We found his head in wan lot, an' his body in another lot, an' hii II irs in another lot. an' bis arms an' fute in another lot" Mrs. Kelly (proudly) Begorra, that's Molke all over. Toronto News. Couldn't Come Ont. Mrs. Nexdoor I haven't seen youf parents for ever so long. Little Fannie Mamma has got scar let fever, and cannot come out. N Mrs. Nexdoor And what has youl papa got? ' Little Fannie He's got six months, and he can't come out either. Tit-Bits. ' Out of Place. "That new cook from the country that tho Blueberry have been boasting about insisted on sitting on the porch last night when they had company." "Didn't she feel out of place?" "She did afterwards." Cleveland Plain Dealer. Short Suffering;. "She never complains of her hus band's ill-treatment of her," remarked Squildig. "She suffers In silence." "If she suffers only when she is si lent," replied McSwilligan, "she doesn't suffer long at a time." Pittsburgh Chronicle-Telegraph. VANQUISHED. "Soy, 01 kin do yer. Set?" "Soy,' me dnd kin knock destuffiu' out" er yer pop. See? "loots nuffln'. Me mutter does thot." N. Y. Journal. Growing. - Visitor (at'the picnic) The music i rather indifferent. It isn't a full band, . no Chairman of Committee of Arrange, ments No, but it's getting full.--ChW cago Tribune. Not a Gift. "Julia," said the old gentleman, re proachfully, "if I am not mistaken yoa gave that young man a kiss." ' "I did nn mii'h tliluc " rntitmtA young woman with emphasis. "It whs a trade." Chicago Post Hit .dsrXwai i,'