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Urop your dainty heads awhil4 r Flowers rich and rare, Be you jot nry lady's smile And B* d you are not fair. Fly away, you little birds, Tuneful throats of spring, Lest you hear my lady's words And learn you cannot sing. Call the clouds to cover you, Faroff summer skles, Or you' nse a deeper blue Within my lady's eyes. IThings below and things above, All things ev'rywhere, Challenge not I1y ladylove Or perish in despair. -J. A. Flynn in in St. Paul'. STRUGGLE ON AN ENGINE. How an Engineer on His Back, Looked With an Enemy, Stopped the Train. Over in the lounging room for the trainmen at the terminus of one of the trunk lines In Jersey City several train. men were exchanging stories of halh' breadth escapes,fast rides and Instances of presence of mind, while waiting to be summoned to their duties. Finally it came the turn of a small, gray halred, keen eyed tmatn. "Well, yes," he said, taking a chew of his neighbor's tobacco. "1 had one excitin trip. It was long back in '88, before the comlu of these double cabbed Mother Hubbard enjines on which, if you want to speak to the fire man, you have to stop at a telegraph station 'n send him a message or else slap the air over Inu the 'mergenucy notch 'n bring him up to you whether he wants to come or not. Never did like these pesky double deckers. I was doing stunts on the 007-a good old mogawl she were, too. Just out the shop, where she'd been overhauled 'n had'the alrbrakes put on her. "I left the other end of the division on a trip right after pay day 'n my reg. ular fireman had reported ill. I'd seen him the night before 'n he looked rather weak 'n tired, 'n I thought he'd been taken Ill. They used to have a great trick doln that after they's got their mon. Iliad a fellow by the name of Conroy In his place, 'n we hadn't got along very far 'fore I came to the conclusion that he was a mite under the weather, too, 'n he couldn't make the old 607 steam nohow. The outcome of it was that we laid down several times on the trip 'n barely caught the steamer with our export freight. Old Nuthead, the enjine dispatcher, he made me walk the carpet, 'n said if I didn't do better'n that he'd drop me back on coal again. I hadn't been run -sin fast freight very long 'n I left him feelin rather testy, but I didn't say anything 'bout Conroy, as I thought that durin our lay over In this end he'd kinder pound his ear 'n sleep off the booze 'n be all right goin back. "We caught train 79 for the return trip with about 13 cars perishable stuff for Chicago which were rigged up with 'the air, which was a purty good string of alrbrake cars for those days, 'n about 15 scabs, without air. I was thinkin what a stop you could make on short notice with them, 'n how you could turn things over In the caboose. Old Joe Hoffman was our conductor, 'a he was an awful man to swear 'n cut up high jinks if everything didn't come his way. "We hadn't moved out very fart. along the meaders when I saw as how I'd bave to do some tall figurin to git that train in on time. goon's we'd git to a little grade I'd drop her down a notch or two, 'n she'd kick up her heels 'n lay right down for want of wind. Con roy, instead of sleepin while he was off duty. had gone out 'n put on some fin. Ishin touches 'n made it worse. "You can just guess I was mad clean through. 'n I thought to myself as how I would get Mr. Couroy about 80 days in which to rest 'n i'raps end his little rallroadin career soon's we got home again. When we got to the first wan terin tank, about 40 miles out, we had used up jest 2 hours 'u 15 minutes. The regular runnin time was only I hour 'n 45 minutes, so you see we'd lost 30 minutes on 40 miles almost ev\'. el 'n with a light ttrain. The outlook was that we'd never make the heavier grades on the western end unless Con. roy took a brace. While I was oilln around IIoffman came runnin up cuss. In like one mad 'u says: " 'Blankety blank blank, you, what the blank's matter widjer? I wanter git home in time for church Sunday. Here's a message from Jersey which says as how if yer don't hurry up they'll take yer off here at the nex' plug 'n give us a respectable man.' "As this was only about midnight Tuesday night his speech got my dan der up, 'n I told him as how he 'n Jer sey could both go where asbestus cloth. in is a boon 'n the brollln sun never sets. But I climbed up on the tank, 'n maybe I didn't give that fireman a settln out. "'You long, lanky blunderbuss,' 1 wgys, for he was a big codger, much b-gger'n mrself, 'if you don't take a party sudden brace 'n keep the wind up on this mogawl till we get In you might as well sit right down bore 'n :sld your regrets to the super, 'cause r11 report you soon's we git in. or my -ame ain't John Stafford.' "He give me a kinder reproachful leek 'n commenced flin his fire. As I --ured to put my oil can in the box I a bottle of whisky. I grabbed t bottle 'a turned roun to Conroy, 'har- I sans. 'so this Is the cause of 4Wr guplo for breath every five min. es. Is it? Well, bhere she goes,' 'n I 31usd that bottle over on the track eRP 'It l3t9 o0 plees1 , sot witbout as it had a pretty god smell, 'n I'm not dead set against the stuff myself. but I lot her go. "We' got started wgain 'n walked away 1ip the hill froe the tank as easy as 11illi, !;ryan .mkes a tilce, long speech, 'n I nottied an llmprovement In the stain galageo right away, 'n I COlmmenced to let 'er ou lIt oll'01 to lmake o p for lost lttime. It was pa'rtly good, oven gobn then for albout t0 mullo, then p anll Incltine of' nhollt I mlle 'n down the lontaill nslde ll nall. \Vholn We struck the top ol' that 12 mile hill I kept her whle open l'ort' altlout a haltf mile to give tis I good start down the hill 'u thou shut her off 'I lot '0u11 buzz. "The old (107 was ai stein winder, with a boellir rtlnnln right thIrogh the (el1i to the hack, dlvidin the lirelnain aUll engineer's slde. The airbrotke valve was placed right on totp the holler, to ward the brck end of the clth, so's you could reach It nice 'n handy while sit, tin in the sent, I'd no more 'n ishut her off when a shadder fell over ilny sihoul, der, 'nu 1 turned quick, 'n Couroy sprung on ame. "'You dirty blackguard!' he screamn ed. 'I'll teach yer to chuck tny booze overboard. Itlport me, is It? You dirty rag Shluro 'n you'll never live to see the super ag'in.' "As he leapt on me it took me back so that before I could do anything he grabbed nme by the shloulder, 'n I fell backward alonlgside the holler, tny head on the front doorsill of the call, my back on the lioor 'n Coluroy on top of me. Although I was parttly stunned by tile fall, I hadtl mind enough left to get mny arms airound hill 'n huig him close to tme. "All this time the train had beon galnlu headway down that hill, 'u we were fairly slzzllu, the old mogawl swaylu to 'n fro as we swung arounld turns. The space between tile boiler 'n the side of the cab was so narror I couldn't turn Conroy off Ioe, 'n didn't dare lot loose of him for fear thtat he'd get hold of miy thronat. lie was so crazed by the liquor that he'd drunk 'u his cravin for more that there was no reasonin with himnt. e was so big 'n heavy that I couldn't do mutclh the way we lay, my back flat on the floor, hemmed In by the side of the cab on one side 'u the boiler on the other 'n I huggin him like a long lost brother, the cars behind us meanwhile doin the ragtime down that hill. Things were gettln ratlher excitin, as there was likely to be somethln ahead of us, 'n at the foot of the hill was an, other water plug. It was a branch sta tion there, 'n the engines were swltchlu there at all times. If we ever hit any. thing at that rate of speed, I don't think Joe Hoffman or any of us would ever get In a church but once again, 'n that would be ahead of the mourners, I couldn't depend on the train crew to do anything, as you know a crew on these fast freights draw their money for sleepin 'n playln ponuchle in the caboose durln tripse, We flaslhed by a station hai way cown the hill, goln so fast that I thought as how that dispatcher In Jer sey City would giggle with delight If he saw what good time that perishable freight was makin toward Chicago. I racked my brain to think what to do. As the light of that station flashed through the cab I spied the engineer's valve of the alrbrake. I figured as how I could reach it with my right foot, using my toe as a hook, 'n jerk the valve around to the 'morgency notch 'n stop that train with a bang that would make Joe Hoffman 'n his crew In the caboose think we'd run Into a stone wall. I wriggled 'n got my leg loose from under Conroy, 'n with a mighty effort give him a raise 'n kicked out at that valve, As luck would have It, my foot just caught the valve In the rebound 'n jerked It around In the 'mnergency, 'n, say, you would have thought we had been lans. sood. The jar broke both our holts, 'n Conroy staggered to hls foot, fell backward through the back cab door 'n rolled off the tank. 'N that end* cd his railroad career then 'n there without any special assistance from me. "Iloffman c'ame runnln utp from the caboose when we had stopped 'in yelled: 'Well, dash yer, whatchor stoppin here for? Can't you keep steam nuf to dl'g '(erin dlown hill?' "'Oil,' I said, 'Conlroy, my fireman, 's got a snck sister livin bank up oher In the woods, 'n I guess ho's gone to see how she Is. "We went Iback 'n plcked Conroy up. IlIs skull Ihd been fractured by strlk. In ta lhi'post, 'n they put his body In the Ca'lblo).o, 'n I got another firemanll at he water piug 'n we went in on time." liust thien the onnssonger boy canme in andl yelled, "Mtaflord, they want you for train 81," and, talting a farewell chouw of tobacco, he loft.-Now York Sun. Skylark's Glorious Song. Need I say a word about the skylark andl ts wholly joyous song? It In. sllired one of Juremy Taylor's most beautiful and best known passages the lark rising from his bud of grass aud soaring upward, singing as he rises and hoping to get to heaven and climb above the clouds; singing "as If it had learned music from an angel as he passed sometimes through the arl, about his ministering here below," And It Inspired, too, one of the finest odts In th. IEnglish language, Shelley's finest work, his "supreme ode," But, as may he said of another ode, It is "not In tunle with the bird's song dcnd the feeling It does and ought to awaken. ''lThl rapture with which the strain springs up at first dies down before the, close into Sholley's over haunting illelanrlholy. DIke Keats' "(Ode to the Nightingale," It Is no key to thll bIirds song It does not teach Olt aliylhilng of thi tlholughlt and feelling whiih Insplred thtll qullvl' Ina, asucl',llnling embollmlnent of Joy, thut pilgrim of the sky, hiding Itself in the glorious light of tlhce sulmerl heavens. --ºMineapllis Journal, A COMEDY OF BLUNDER,S It Taughtt One Mon More About Iormea 'thnr IHie Knew Before,. 'balN Cttas It'etlltue resident knows ahollt itI Illrcllh of hoIrs I Is he does of the teltit.,lll 'f tiger 11111ih1g, hbut 1 few v W i'ks i,,,'o 1he Iphl ,I$2tt0 for it .10ua lhorse Iltdl siIce that has looIked uponlll bl .sel' i it i lUt ' I tle ftlnt, I ithority. , ill.pi dlIty i t'l' asolon tilul tv ' In the lly Witll dot w elnjo Ilg his tl ittlnig t lpel' ltlhl t i tlga ltr Ilit'ingt a i , liekty-' litlIketit , lick o nl Ite aplh llt. l' looked out. glredt, dlrolped ohi.s p'p'er and rtye gllssts toil dtlshotd out i1,, Ihourh he wte'e golng to pull I (lre alarm. "III. tit're: `top th.'t tam!" ht, slloated. "Halt!" Anid tll the pronto, MIloers till the bloek oheyed, hit tih horse trotted alot.. "Ten dollar's to the tian who brings Ite tlhat horse dead or alive!" whooped the citizen, now too nitilth excited to be lucld. "Th'l'lut Ilnfernal Ilverytiian hat hired hill) out, anid imt paying tie Ilhighest price for Ills keep. I'II show Iiltn! 'Tet dollars, dteadt or alive." In llehard Ill vohve, "for that hor'seO!" A lusty bleyehlr grasped tihe stitllllon Iand I\'two Illllnutes lter' Iad cal ghllt the lilt of tlthe horse,. The man lit tlje' uggy protestl, sworle and thrtntlltlud, but he gr'llting whoohllman trotIted tlltc wholt outtlt I(tack to the exciltt'l Citlcll. "l',llithth ii tt!" hit' shouted. ""tlen e., body wilt pay hig lmolluey for tills' (wall la ptrol wlgot \\. 'hit's your 1naee'?" 't'dhen the citien turned pil1111 e and "l'hrle' itt fceet My lnthorse hals btll two, tid he's s imaller. ,My mlstkllt, g.tlllhllltn landl Indles," for thel're was n erold now. "Bitt gt Irdon ." Aldl e started ftor the house. Rilt the tit In the uILggv hlnmped up and wanted to fight. The blyellst de manded Ilis $10, anu tie crowd ,eretld. A polleman camie nla tnie to referee, crloe wheelman Csgot nls $1tI, thile re owner of the horse ne(epted io ohlil('e apology, and the lxverynae n raise)t the board tile next day.--Dotrolt lFree Press, TRAPDOOR SPIDERS. The Curloom Nestm That These In.l= nlous Inseoet C:ountruot. A curious species of insoct is tlhe trapdoor spider, whose nest consists of a tube excavated In the earth to tullt depth of six or eight Inchlles. It is al ways lined with silk, and it is closed with aa Ingeniously constructed door, One sort of door closes into the nest like a cork in a bottle, another Is as thin as a piece of paper. In all cases the door opens outward, and when the nest is placed, as It ulnu ally Is, on a sloping bank, it opens up ward, so that there Is no fear of its gaping. The object of the trapdoor is to conceal the nest, and consequently It Is always made to resemble the gen eral surface of the ground. Sometimes, however, an enemy attempts to open the door, and then the Inmate braces Its legs against the sides of the nest and holds It as fast as possible. Stlll other spiders have Inner doors besides outer, so that if their tirst de eose bhe carried they may have anoth or behind which to retreat. More curi ous still is the Ingenulty of the branch trapdoor-that is to say, a door that poens from the main tunnel of the nest Into a side branch, which the stranger could discover, since there Is nothing to distinguish It from any oth or part of the mait nest, So, then, If an enemy should effect an entrance the lawful occupant of the nest can quietly slip Into the side branch, close the door and there remain in security while the intruder wonders what has become of her.-Our Animal Friends, A Fountain of Ant.. The house I was then occupying was a bungalow, and, as is the case with many bungalows. the Inner walls were constructed of merely sun dried bricks, and In the recesses of one wall a col ony of white ants had established na nest. It was evening. I heard behind no' a buzzing sound. I turned, and from a hole near the bottom of the wall I beheld a fountain of young white ants ascendillng. They reached the cell Ing, and then the descent commenced. 'l'hy alighted by thousands on the ta ble and there shook off their wings. In a few milnutes the cloth, the plates, the glasNes, even the I0lnmp shllades, were covered with the little white foeble erawling creatures. The fountain of aIInts eontlnued to play for at least ten mninlutes. Wheoi, next morning, the Iloor was swepVlt, the wings that the auts had shaken off filled a largo bns ket. What bIeeanie of the ants them solves I cannot say.-"llaunts and Hlobbles of an Indian Official." DI)elIniln Man, "Did you ever notice." he asked, "that it Is always the homely woman who wants a pug dog? 'IIThe pug Is so hide ous that It makes her seem good look ing by comparison. Still, the ruse is so well known now that the possession of a pug I sufficloent" "\'ho's going to buy a pug?" she ask ed. "Who over thought of getting outY" "Why, no one, of course, my dear," he answered, for he was too wise a mann to admit that he had heard her telling a neighbor that she thought she'd get one.-Chicago Post. Its Chief uJe. A little boy writing a composition on the ebhra the other day was requested to descrl'b the animal and to mention what It is useful for. After deep re fleotiot Ihe wrote: "The sebra is like a Ihorse, only striped. It is chiefly used to illustrate the letter 2," An Irish philosopher says It's a great Ildssing that night comes on late In the day when one is too tired to work longer. Most people who rob Peter to pay Paul forgot the last part of the con. tract.-New York News. SYMPATHY. I looked into baby eyes of blue, While my thoughts were tar away Into Ieautiful l-lts in whose liuid liquid light Sholte a life that was Ihultded by play. But a grieved look :t tie to Ith. rosy lips And i tiloud o'r tthe Itltr ts t: re. As eartlll darkens w'henil hideth liIt' .it goa away And obstcured is the hil of thit kies. I sm ild in thie tlit lit:] , e't+itve f 'ace, -to. she gltl. Siro tI ll. w '.'l."tu t l elan t+tih a. And I \, ndthred- when dotty o'er my clhek raI, t .l nad fillted .ai ls er sntwlhilre (nd I tloOpet to' saran,' that thle ony eyes snhou .Jl hehn l hat thet wr l sa.tl l rt see, te tollowise had replied to the smlihle on y lips While the chilo heart rte tlt. b u to me. --Ros0 Vaint, Speece It .ert.ll n Republican. HOW WE GET OUR TEETH. It Is an Interes t yo to k nd Somewha is derived omplen ted Opest fron. the lleminent dentisor carf kit ti is inuthority for the following Interesting explnation: It would take too long to descrutbe of the formation of the teeth, but it may Interest you to know that the enamel Is derived in the first place from the opithellm, or scarf skin, and is in fact modified skin, while the deutine. of which the bulk of the teeth is con posed, is derived from the mucous lay er below the epithllliunm. Line salts are slowly deposited, and the tooth pulp or nerve is the last re nmains of what was once Ia pulpy mass of the shape of the future tooth, and even tit, tooth pulp In the old people sometimes gets quite oblliterated by calcerous dtep.osits. The 32 permtanent teeth are prec'elded by 20 temporary de ciduous or milk teeth. These are fully erupted at about 2 or 21t/ years old, and at about 0 years of age a wonderful process of absorption sets In by which the roots of the tem porary teeth are removed to make room for the advalring permanent ones. The crowns of the former, hav ing no support, become loose and fall sway. One would naturally suppose that the advancing permanent tooth was a powerful factor In the absorption of its temporary predecessor, but we have many facts to prove that it has no in fluence whatever. Indeed, the Interest Ing phenomena of the eruption and succession of the teeth are very little understood. I may remark in passing that a child of 6, who has not yet lost any tem porary teeth, has in its jaws, either erupted or nonerupted, no fewer than 52 teeth more or less formed. How They Dream In Paris. Walk along the streets of Paris, and you will see 100 simple citizens tricked out in such a guise as in sober London would make them ridiculous. Is a man a poet? Then his hair is in stantly long, his clothes are shabby and fantastic, his hat, with its flat brint, recalls the fashion of 1830. Is a man a painter? Then his clothes proclaim that he Inhabits Montmartre and that he wanders up and down under the skinny trees of the Boulevard Roche chouart. Is a man a journalist? Then he is what is called epatant and dines for a reduced price at the Cafe Anglais. Is a man a deputy? Then the imag Ination refrains from a formula; he has a brougham, and he is decorated, but beyond this the eye of dogmatism can not penetrate. Yet, whoever he be, he dresses the part; he separates himself from the bourgeolsle by a trick of costume and gesture, and though no man ever pos sessed so brilliant a genius as the young Frenchman assumes his love of acting instantly marks him out, and the world is so wisely accustomed to his antics that a man who would be mobbed In London matrches up and down Paris unobserved. - London Standard. Skating on Water. According to Professor J. Joly of Trinity college, Dublin, a skater really glides about on a narrow film of water continually forming under the skate and resuming the solid form when re lieved of pressure. He shows that the pressure under the sharp edge of the skate, along the short iportion of the stool curve which is at any moment in contact, is great enough to liquefy a thin line of iee, and this gives the skate Its "bite." When the ice is very cold, the pressure is sometimes inade quallte to reduce the melting point suf fielehly, and then, as all skaters know. It is dilticult to make the skates bite. 'lor very cold Ice Professor Joly rec ommnouds "hollow ground" skates, be cause t'io effective pressure increases with the thinness of the edge. Not Exactly Growing, "Is your town gI'OWing?" asked the Pittsburg man of a fellow traveler on the (ars. "Woll, no; I can't say it's growing," was the reply, "not growing to speak of, but It is Improving In its tastes right along." "You mean the people are assuming a higher standard?" "I do sir. Yes, sir. We now get bananas every day from Cincinnati, Rnd five out of six groceries keep shred ded codfish and Limburger cheese. We don't look for any building boom or in flux of strangers, but we'll hold our own and gradually work up to electric door bells and oysters on the half shell."-Philadelphia Press. Irresistible Attractlom, "What are you stopping for, John? If we don't hurry we'll miss our train!" "You can go on if you want to, Maria. I'm going to see how they get that balky horse stared."-Chicago Tribune. Resolving too often not to worry makes the resolution serve to remind you that you have something to worry about.-Atchlson Globe. In some small villages the citisens never air anything but their griev saeo.-G-alvestoa News. Dearl9 Fit9g=6ijht Vears Old! 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