Manchester Democrat. [volume], April 12, 1905, Image 3

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Good and Bad Luck.
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Good luck Is the gayeat of all gay
girls
Long in ono place she will not stay
Back from your brow she strokes the
curls,
Kisses you quick and flies away.
But Madame Bad Luck soberly comes
And stays—no fancy has she for
flitting
Snatches of true-love songs she hums,
And sits by your bed, and brings
her knitting.
—John Hay.
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MRS. DODD'S PERPLEXITY
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The hall clock struck six at the
Torbolton Home of Indigent Females,
&.-• and Mrs. Serena Dodd opened her
eyes. "I guess I'll get right up," sh«
N•
thought. "Maybe I'll £et a chance to
lay out some of them stripes before
breakfast."
She was a tall, portly woman and
moved slowly, so that it took a long
time for her to dress but when that
was accomplished, she set about mak
ing her bed. As she was putting the
finishing touches to this, the rising
bell rang, and the occupant of the
.. other bed in the room stirrtil sleepily,
and spoke in surprise:
"Why, Mrs. Dodd, aren't you up
early?" and as tier evs fell on the
other's completed task, "My! The
matron won't like your not airing
... your bed longer.'
MM.
Dodd snuffed. "She won't ever
•v. know it if you don't tell her, Saman
thy Wells."
"Oh, I sha'n't tell her," was the
hasty reply.
"Well, don't suppose you will. I
v, wanted to begin sewing m'y afghan."
Knitting was Mrs. Dodii's delight.
Therefore, when she had been com
missioned by Mrs. Waldroft of the
board of managers to make an
afghan, she wad jubilant.
Now don't send me any of those
fady colors,' she begged."
"No, indeed," answere* Mrs. Wal
dron, and- the gaily tmt€d wools t'hat
were sent sho-wed that she shrewdly
guessed the old woman's preferences.
After the morning meal Mrs. Dodd
and Mrs. Wells retu/ned to their
rooms. Mrs. Dodd sank into a chair,
panting.
Mrs. Wells eyed her disapproving
ly.
"You're gaining flesK," she said.
"You eat too much."
"I s'po3e I do," acknowledged Mrs.
Dodd. "Things taste awful good, but
I do feel terrible logy today, some
.. how."
On recovering !KT breath, she took
the bright-colored roils of knitting
from the bureau, and spl-ead them
:••. out on file while counterpane. Ii
was a work of t.me to arrange the
colors in harmonizing rows, and then
all the inmates of the Home were in
vited in to give an opinion before
Mrs. Dodd could begin her sewing.
Taken all in all, it was a tiring
day, and when the clock struck nine
that evening, both old women were
glad to go to bed.
Mrs. Wells, being a nimble little
body, was soon in bed, wnile her
roommate still moved ponderously
about. She took off her cap and laid
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it on the bureau, and unpinning her
breastpin, thrust it into lier cushion.
RemoYing the counterpane, she fold
ed It and placed it on a chair, turned
^down blankets and sueet, and reached
under her puiow for *uer night-dress.
It was not there. She lifted the pil
low and felt vaguely over the surface
beneath It, but in vain.
"Where's my nightgown?" she
cried, ^aarply.
"1 don't know," answered Mrs.
Wells. "Isn't it under your pillow?"
"No, and it you've taken it for a
joke—" irascibly continued Mrs.
Dodd.
"Of course I haven't. 'I guess you
made it up in your bed this morning."
"Oh, so I migrn.' Mrs. Dodd strip
ped down the clothes from her coucn,
but the missing article d.* not appear.
"Look under the mattress," sug
gested Mrs. Wei's. Don't you re
member the day you put ycur petti
coat under file mattress?"
"I didn't turu it. 1 was in such a
hurry,' confessed the searcher.
Mrs. Dodd began spleading up the
clothes, but Mis. Weils epraug out
of bed, .saying, "Lei me take one side.
It doesn't seein, Sereny, as it you got
ah ad much making Ui.'s up 'lore
breakfast."
i#. The rules of the house were
"Lights out and inmates
In
bed at
-nine thirty." It was now ten minutes
later, and Miss Timpkins, the mat
ron, stcod at the door.
"What's the matter?" she Asked.
Mrs. Dodd did not speak, but M:s.
Wells, who had jumped Into bed. said,
"Sue's lost her nightgown."
Nonsense!" responded Miss Tltnp
kms. "You can't lose your nightgonn
in a little room like mis." She pick
ed up the pillow, locked under it and
iuto it, and with vigorous nand strip
ped the bed, saying, "You've made it
up in the bed."
Mrs. Dodd opened her mouth to
speak, but Mrs. Wells s'aoSk her head
warningly.
"You've turned it under your mat
tress, just as you did vouV petticcat
last month," pursued itie matron,
briskly throwiug over the mattress.
"I—" began Mrs. Dodd but a look
from her roommate kept her silent.
"It Isn't around your bed/ announc
ed the energetic matron, and she gaz
ed upward, as if expecting to see »t
on the ceiling.
"You'haven't got it on, have *you,
Mrs. Wells?" b\ie continued. "Prob
ably,' with an accent of ?9tlef, "you've
got Mrs. Dodd's on, and yours is un
der your pillow."
•=. vVel-.s choked wit3 indignation.
0 "Me!" she exclaimed, "fi takes four
yams to make me a nightgown, and
it takes ten for Sereny Do'dd. Look!'
She once more jumped from the bed,
1 and held her night-dress out as a lit
tie girl does her frock at dancing
school. "Don't you want to pull my
bed to pieccs?" she questioned, scorn
v. fully.
"Why, yes," said Mia* Timpkins,
"that's a good idea," and she prompt'
ly acted upon it, while Mrs. Wells
glared wrathfully.
"1 didn't dare to tell her I made my
bed before you were up," whispered
Mrs. Doid to her friend. Then she
,*, lamented aloud, "it was one of my
two new ones my niece Lyddy over
to HoH sent it me for Christmas.
They was trimmed with torchon, the
fir.st ones I ever had trimmed with
torchon!" she wailed.
What's going on?" called Miss
Sally S'oan?. hurrying from her quar
ters across the hall.
J!'"'* lost Her nightgown," replied
Mlw TiuipUins.
"Was it tu« new on$ /our nteu%
give you?"
"Yes it was!" sobbed t?ie old wom
an.
"Come," interposed the matron,
"get your clean one. We'll find the
other one tomorrow.'
"But 1 don't waut to," remonstrated
Mrs. Dodd. "I always wear my night
gowns wtek and week about, and if
I get on a clean one now., it will mix
me all up so's I sha'n know which
from tother."
"Well, what will you do?" was the
crisp inquiry.
Mrs. Dodd walled Afresh, but Miss
Sloane good-naturedly said, "I'll lend
her one of my nice print Tjedgowns,"
and waddled away.
"ohf's the only one in the house
who's got one big enough," said Miss
Timpkins. "Now you must get right
into bed, or I'll have you sick on my
hands. You undo your waist, and
I'll take off your shoes and stock
ings."
The feeble eld Angers fumbled
awkwardly at the hooks. "I never
wore a print nightgown 7h my life1,"
she rebelled, weakly.
"There's a first time to everything,'*
commented the other, as she straight
ened up to unfasten the bodice. "My,
but you're getting tat! You'll have
to have a new waist before long."
Mrs. Dodd brightened up. "It's all
in the contract: 'Boarded and lodged
and suitably clothed,'" she Quoted.
'I he matron tlirew back Mrs. Dodd's
waist, and pulled it off her fat arms
then she stared a moment, unfasten
ed the old woman's skirts and drop
ped them to the floor. "Get right into
bed!" she ordered.
Mrs. Dodd plucked confusedly at
her throat and wrists, and crept be
tween the sheets without uttering a
word. Miss Timpkins gathered up
the old lady's apparel and laid it
across a chair, and raising her voice,
said, "Never mind the gown, Miss
Sloane. Mrs. Dodd won't need it to
night." Then she turned out the
light and left the room.
As the door closed, Mr~*. We'lls rose
up in bed noiselessly, aiid In tones
of rapturous comprehension exclaim
ed, "O Sereny Dodd, youVve had your
nightgown on all day!"—Youth's
Companion.
FUNNY STOCK.
Some of the Freaks on Pennsylvania's
Wild Animal Farm.
Come good crops or bad, the wild
animal farm does a thriving business.
Its cosmopolitan population, gathered
from Asia, Africa, India, from every
clime, do not take kindly to farm
work. The camels refuse to plow no
amount of urging will induce th.'
zebras to do the work of horses nor
will the yaks or the sacred cows do
the work of ordinary oxen. Actually
the farm is a great animal boarding
house, with "boarders" from all over
the world. The farm, which com
prises some 300 acres, is located near
Allentown, Pennsylvania. Its popula
tion last year numbered more than
U00 head of different kinds of stock
and comprised a large and fairly com
plete menagerie.
During the summer months the en
tire population of the wild-animal
farm travel about the country In the
vans of the "Greatest Show on Earth."
Early each fall the animals return to
their quiet Pennsylvania farm to en
joy a well-earned vacation. It is a
great day for countryside, for
miles in all directions, when the cir
cus comes to th«l country. The great
herds of camels, dromedaries, yaks,
buffalo, Hamas, and the rest, are ship
ped to the nearest railroad point and
paraded across country to their win
ter quarters. The caravan makes a
very pretty picture as it moves slowly
along, up hill and down dale, ovei
the quiet country roads.
The winter residents of the wild
animal farm are known in the circus
as the "led stock." In the cross
country march to the farm it might
more correctly be called the "pulied.
pushed, or hauled stock." The jour
ney is usually very exciting. In the
various parades of the Barnum and
Bailey circus throughout the country,
these same animals will remain per
fectly passive in the streets of great
cities, no matter how loudly the band
may play, the calliope whistle, or the
small boys shout. But, strange to say,
a quiet country lane affects them very
differently, and they will balk as only
a camel can, shy at the, most Innocent
bush of tree, crash through high
fences or hurdle them, and go flying
over the surrounding farms to the con
sternation of the farmers.' The cara
van starts on its journey promptly at
sunrise, and it is usually late in the
day before the farm is reached and
the last unruly runaway rounded up
and safely stabled.—From Francis
Arnold Collins' "A Wild Animal Farm*'
in St. Nicholas.
MEANING OF THE CHIN.
Experts in Character Reading Find It
Sure Indication of Affections.
The chin has always been consid
ered to be a means of judging the
possessor's character, and it is sur
prising to witness the faith many
people have in that special portion
of the face. Many a man has been
trusted because he had a firm chin,
the observer not realizing that the
difference between firmness and ob
stinacy or brute force Is sometimes
hard to distinguish.
But it seems that the chin is also
to be considered in affairs of the
heart, and this reveals interesting
possibilities to the student in physiog
nomy. The pointed, narrow chin
points to an unsatisfied longing for
an ideal, and is, therefore, unfortu
nate In love, as its ideas are seldon
found. On the other hand, a square,
narrow chin shows a loving nature,
and its owner will marry the man
she loves, be he rich or proor, above
or below her in the social scale. It
is dangerous for such a nature to be
unfortunate in love, as it will seri
ously affect her nature, and she is
sometimes of a jealous disposition.
A broad, round chin betrays an ar
dent, boving, faithful disposition—one
that may be trusted as capable of an
ardent, steadfast affection for its ob
ject.
The indented chin, which is often
wrongfully confounded with a dimpled
chin, shows an enormous longing for
affection and a miserable existence if
such love is denied to its possessor.
So, after all, it may be the chin
that is responsible for many cases
of a mutual attraction, which seems
Incomprehensible to the mere observ
er of the proceeding.—Philadelphia
Ledger.
Only one. man in 700 pays an in
enrno tax in India, though the tax is
levied on all incomes of $105 and up
ward.
U. GUGGENHEIM,
Field Marshal the Marquis O.vnma. chief of the general st.ilT 11ml com
mnnder-ln-elilef of the Japanese anm jne of the few generals of modern
times who may claim to rank among the giants of war who have U-1 tronjis
In the Held. The English call him the Wellington of Manchuria, which is
the highest praise they can bestow upon any commander, but .in Kuropean
capitals, strategists, amazed by the boldness of a campaign now crowned
with complete success, style him the Napoleon of the Orient, it is certain
tbat no general, fighting against a worthy enemy, has aclneveil so unbroken
a series of victories that none has conceived a more stupendous plan of
campaign to execute it so successfully that none has exceeded the gisantic
feat of driving from stronghold to stronghold and finally enveloping a force
as big as the army of General Kuropatkin.
The -Marquis Oyama, who is G2 years old. was educated in Km nee, alii
served 111 the Franco-Prussian War as an attache. 1'p to the time he made
his report 011 that conflict the Japanese army, which was only in its begin
ning as modern force, was being trained 011 the French model. After his
return home this system gave way to that of the Prussian, and this in turn
has been greatly improved by Japanese originality and by the adoption of
what Is best and most useful In the other armies of the world. I.ater in
life Oyama again traveled extensively in Europe, absorbing the ideas of the
military systems, and once more in Japan threw himself into recasting the
whole military system, winning the appreciation and favor of the Emperor
and of Field Marshal the Marquis Yamagata.
To Marquis Oyama among others belongs the glory of creating the Jap
anese army Inside of thtrty years. Nor wns his genius confined to the Miu
Istry of WOP, as he stood F»r a OPACC «,t LUC. BEAD OF TKW T.UV.,Y\IUA
RI8E OF A POOR BOY.
Left a Fortnne of Fifty Million Dallara
When He Died.
Meyer Guggenheim, of Philadelphia,
Who died In Palm Beach of pneumonia
recently, aged 78, wns another exam
pie of the possiblll
ties of youth In the
United States. He
came to our shores a
poor boy he died
leaving $50,000,000
its an inheritance for
his children.
Mr. Guggenheim
was a Swiss Hebrew,
born in 1827. In 184U
with his family he
sailed for America,
settling in Philadelphia, then a city of
100,000 people. Young Guggenheim
began business selling stove polish.
He made a little money and then lie
tried embroidery. A small store was
opened a larger one followed. In the
meantime he took hold of mining in
Colorado, being one of the first to en
ter this flekl. He was very successful.
Smelting the ore being very expensive,
he had a son learn the business, and
then he began buying smelters as fast
as his profits would permit. In the
meantime he made big profits from
selling Swiss embroideries, handling
only the most expensive kinds. He
sold this business out to continue the
erection of smelters, several of which
were placed In the mining States of the
West, in Mexico and I11 South Ameri
ca. These properties yielded a profit
all the way from $-4,000,000 to $10,000,
000 a year. When the smelting trust
was formed Mr. Guggeuhelm declined
to join, but later he did and was chos
en president of this very powerful or
ganization.
Deceased was very methodical In his
habits and his expenditures. He kept
track of his annual expenditures and
found to within a very short time ago
he had expended $9,300,000. This did
not include his gift of $250,000 for an
addition to the Jewish Hospital of
New York, nor a like sum to a similar
Institution In Philadelphia.
NOTED ARTISTS SING IN STREETS
Vienna Stage Celebrities Test Pnblic's
Judgment of Music.
A merry quartet of performers made
an interesting experiment in the streets
of Vienna, says the New Orleans
Times-Democrat, In order to see with
their own eyes how the general public
would appreciate the highest artistic
talent If it were exhibited in the open
street, unannounced and unadorned.
Miss Gerdn Walde, prima donna of
the Vienna stage Louis Trcumann, the
popular comedian of the Carl Theater
Edward Eysler, the composer, and Al
fred IJeutscli-Gcrman, the playwright,
arrayed in the garb of ordinary street
musicians, made a tour through the
principal streets of the city. The com
poser, Eysler, performed the duties of
organ-grinder, while the others sung a
repertoire which included such well
known songs as "Geh. Mach Iicn Poll
ster Auf" ("Go, Open Your Window"),
"lvussen 1st Keine Sund" ("Kissing Is
No Sin") and "Jctzt Splelfs Uns an
Tan/." ("Now They Play and Dance
for Us").
The incognito of the celebrated hand
remained undiscovered and the day's
"takings" aggregated a paltry OS kreut
zers (about 1 shilling 2 pence), which
they laughingly divided among them
selves. Their previous donbt 11s to the
ability of the public to judge of the
value of art unassisted by theatrical
effect have now given way to settled
couvlctlon. But. nevertheless, It would
liave been interesting to find out what
the day's takings would have amount
ed to had tlie quartet openly announc
ed themselves as the leading lights of
the Austrian musical world. Doubtless
the man In the street, even in Vienna,
does not look for talent In the streets.
MECHANICAL LEG-PULLER.
Well-Known lJcvicc of the SiirKt-on lu
Fracture Trcutiucnt.
Occasionally in the surgical treat
ment of deformities of tlie limbs, as in
eases of fracture, it Is necessary to sus
pend the limb with a weight attached,
in order to keep the extension perfect
at all times and to prevent, at the
same time, any inadvertent or inten
tional twisting or turning of the limb
due to restlessness or fatigue. In most
cases the surgeon Is compelled to ex
ereise his Ingenuity in devising 11 home
made rig for the purpose, so that tin
simple arrangement shown in the Il
lustration, which is portable and can
be used repeatedly, will come as a
boon to the medical fraternity. A sim
ple frame of finished lumber is set
MECHANICAL LEd-rULLKn.
and attached to the foot of the bed
stead. A window frame would be as
effective as anything else lor the pur
pose. A pulley bracket is attached to
this frame, and provision is made for
increasing or decreasing the amount of
traction applied to the limb by adding
additional weights, the pull being
transmitted by a rope to the limb in a
conveniently shaped pair of ilints.
BUILDING NEW SETTLEMENTS.
Uow a Railroad Gets People to Locntc
Along Its Line.
The immigration department of a
great railroad is most active and i-fTiv
tive. It is, strictly speaking, a depart
ment of the future, sa.vs a writer in
the World To-Day. Its duties are well
dellned. It must develop the possible
resources tributary to the road: it nitisi
build new settlements, establish new
communities, and bring about new con
ditions. Its pressing need is people.
How does it go about securing theinV
The resources of the new line are
studied and every possibility is record
ed. The district is attractively and
truthfully described in a booklet which
is distributed through the road's many
agencies throughout tho country. The
newspaper columns are used, or per
haps space iu the leading magazines is
purchased for the occasion. Trimer
ink is used in profusion to scatter the
word far aud wide. Many roads print
their own monthly publication some
issue pretentious magazines while oth
ers publish papers patterned after the
farm journals.
Some of the roads fit up portable ex
hibit cars in which are placed beauti
ful displays of farm products of all
kinds, also samples of nreclons and
other metals from the new district.
M/F 6 ORIENTAL NAPOL
sy*//-Marsha/
Marquis Oyama
Minister of Education when the transition of the new world Tower was
foinplwintf.
A ijIH'IM* conipnuiiil of ugliness, it. strength and Oriental cunning, the
Marquis Ovama lias an enormously receptive mind. He is a rapid and deep
IhiuKer. and not only attracts, but molds those about him to any set purpose
with Napoleonic directness, although with admirable and characteristic Jap
anese grace. While not a tall man in any sense, he is a shade above the
average Japanese in height, with a strong head apparently placed upon
immense shoulders without the interposition of a neck. He is a linguist, as
He most ol the Japenesc otlicers, an advantage not possessed in the same
proportion In any other military or naval service in tho world. Smallpox
lias pitted his round, brown face, but his ugliness is relieved by a pair of
magnetic black eye*, which twinkle with humor, or squint when their own
er is deep in thought.
I he first real war experience in which he was an actor came in the civil
war in Japan, in which the Satsuma revolt was suppressed, but fame came
to him in the Chino-Japanese War. ten years ago. As a strategist and com
mander he there achieved distinction which has been heightentd by his
wonderlul work in the present Manchurian campaign. He was the captor of
I ort Arthur—which lie took from the Chinese garrison in a morning. Rus
sian cartoonists have ridiculed him for ten years, making little of his vic
tory, the fruits of which Uussia and the Powers were to prevent the Jap
anese from enjoying.
Marquis Oyama lias a memory for these things, and ills command In the
tiehl against liussia was assured before war broke out. For a time he sat at
home, advising and directing General Kuroki. as became the chief of the
gpi.eial staff under the Japanese system. When the right moment arrived,
tile Marquis moved iuto tiie tield, whore he has since remained iurmi)iiiv
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These exhibits are very alluring to the
farmer or investor, attract: much atten
tion and are most convincing argu
ments. Such cars are sent out to all
parts of tlie more thickly settled States
aud are iu charge of thoroughly posted
representatives.
Sometimes a lecturer accompanies
the exhibit car. giving free stereoplU-on
lecture*. The grain is shown growing
in* tho Holds: gold and silver are pic
tured being brought from ihe mines
and oil is shown ^rushing high iuto the
air. An appeal is made to the man
who is renting a high-priced farm with
no prospects of ever owning one of his
own. He is told how. in the newer
districts, the same corps are grown on
land costing less than one-tenth the
riee of his rented land.
He is awakened to his own possibili
ties he sees a chance for his sons to
become independent he is almost con
vinced. in fact, lie cannot resist the
arguments ami wants to go and see
this wonderful Kidorado. His iirst
anxiety is the expense of the trip. 11 is
name is sent to the general immigra
tion ollicc the car has secured its re
sult.
RICH HUNT TOY DEER.
Clurcut'c II. Mackn.v TtihtiiUn i:ui«]iie
Iliintiiiu (.tunic for Hi* (iucatu.
Kven in this age of extravagant me
chanical contrivances it is doubtful
whether any toy lias been constructed
so 'unusual and costly as tl.at which
Clarence II. Maekay lias installed on
his estate at Harbor llill. near Koss
lyn. L. I. Shooting galleries, in which
figures of rabbits, pigs and lions bob
up anil disappear to test the aim of
sportsmen, long have been familiar to
visitors to 1'oney Island aud similar re
sorts. Mr. Maekay lias constructed in
the wildest part of his big estate an
electric railway to furnish him the
same sport on a scale and in a manner
that is true to nature.
The railway, which runs in an ir
regular ellipse and is operated by elec
tricity. is a mile long, and winds errat
ically in and out among the woods ami
broken ground. Tlie animal is provid
ed In the shape of a life-sized deer,
mounted on a small bogie truck.
At a speed which can be regulated
at any pace up to Hi or I'J miles an
hour the deer is carried through the
woods, and as it appears at the differ*
cut openings out among the trees along
the route of the railway Mr. Maekay
and his sporting friends get a chance
for just such quick shot as the hun
ter in the Maine woods has to reply on
to (ill his bag.
At the end' of the run the truck
passes over an automatic switch which
shuts off the current aud the deer
conies to a standstill in a sheltered pit,
where a marker is posted, lie notes
the places when* the deer has been hit,
telephones by means of a special wire
laid down for the purpose the results
of his aim to the man with the gun
aud then as soon as he has pasted a
piece of canvas or brown paper over
the wounds that have been made is
ready to start the deer off again to run
the gauntlet of the marksmen a second
or a third time.
Just a Little Slap.
Tess—1 thought you weren't going
to send Marie Machines an invitation
to your tea?
Jess—Oil! I decided that 1 couldn't
hurt her feelings that much.
Tess—So you sent her ono?
.less—Yes, but I addressed it to
"MNs Mttry Moilinuis."—Philadelphia
Tress.
LuiMiuncy. u.v any of wuicli history .tells.
IRELAND'S NEW SECRETARY.
Representative of Land System Which
IH Abhorrent to Irish,
The Balfour cabinet has not
strengthened itself by the appoint
ment of the successor to George
Wyndhnm,
has resigned the
chief secretaryship
of Ireland. Wynd
ham resigned be
cause his policy,
which favored a
wider extension of
government pow
ers to the Irish
people, was repu
dialed by the
WALTKK LOSC. HOllSO of Com
mons as well as by the cabinet, and
naturally his successor was selected
because of his opposition to such pol
icy. And that is for what Walter
Long, the new secretary, essentially
stands. He is one of Ireland's ab
sentee landlords and is resolutely op
posed to all concessions to Irish feel
ings. He is a man of mediocre abil
ity. without one atom of distinction of
any kind. Tor a score of years he has
sat in parliament, but never did any
thing to raise his name from the dead
level of a commonplace party hack.
As an absentee landlord, he stands fo*i
a system which has been the bane of
Ireland and as an opponcut to all
concessions to Ireland lie has already
invited the hostility of the Irish peo
ple. instead of being a strength he I
is a weakness to the Balfour ministry,
which is rapidly tottering to its fall.
It Paid to Advertise.
The publishers were at their wits*
end, but one of thiMii, paying a day's
visit to Margate', was overjoyed to sec
May basking in the sunshine by the
water. The publisher did not make
himself known, but calmly ascertained
where May was staying. Then he
hired six sandwich men to parade up
and down before the artist's window,
with boards bearing different legends.
Tills was their temor:
"What about our Christmas cover?"
"We are waiting for that cover."
It was a delightful reminder, and in
a few days the publishers received one
of the most brilliant designs May had
ever executed.
Mere Speculation.
"I see that a Boston paper says that
if George Washington had been alive
be would have visited the dog show."
••I suppose be would have taken his
hatchet along and tried it on the bark."
—Cleveland Plain Dealer.
It is such a pitifully common sight—
a man who looks as if the woman be
longed to elidu't take good care of him.
No. Cordelia, painting the town red
isn't one of the cardinal virtues.
HUNGRY TIME.
W'lHii I was getting better,
And they propped me up in bed,
Oh, didn't I feel hungry!
But I knew the doctor'd said.
He can't have much to eat yet
So 1 thought of things instead.
I thought, of basket picnics.
And of nunce and apple pie
Of sandwichts and douglinuts,
And the tarts I used to buy.
1 seemed to taste them, almost,
Such a hungry boy was I.
Iy mother'd sit and read me
Any story I'd pick out
guess you know already
What, the stories were about.
I'd listen and—imagine
And it helped me do without.
But oh, I want to tell you
That there's nothing you can take,
In thinking or in stories.
In a dream cr when awake,
That ever tastes as splendid
As the first real slice of cake!
—Arthur H. Folwell in Youth's Com
"panion.
MR. AND MRS. BUSHY-TAIL.
It was a clear, cold January morn
ing, and Mr. Bushy-Tail was sitting
at the door of his house. Such a
queer house it was—spreading below,
bearing rhe marks of frequent attacks
from Mr. Woodpecker, who often
passed that way. Bushy-Tail had
labored long to fashion his house, and
to stock it with a winter supply for
himself and his dear wife. His pa
tient little jaws had often ached
with the heavy loads he had brought
to the hollow old tree. Mr. Jack Frost
had come in autumn and opened the
prickly burs. Uncle Wind had shaken
the leafless ooughs, when Mr. and
Mrs. Bushy-Tail, eyes snapping and
plumes waving, had gathered in the
harvest. Now they could play with a
clear conscience, and Bushy-Tail's
heart leaped for joy as he hopped to
the ground. His brisk little wife fol
lowed mm, aud the two scampered
away for a morning frolic over the
crisp snow.
Down rhe wocdlaud path came a
sturdy little figure, well enveloped in
overcoat, cap and tippet. With one
hand he carried slate and books close
ly strapped together with tlie other
he swung the dinner-pail. This was
Billy Black on his way to school. As
he passed Bushy-Tail's house his
merry whistle ceasea, and his bright
black eyes tock on a look of cunning.
Cautiously he approached the tree,
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and peeped in at ^open door.
Quickly he drew off his mitten and
thrust his hand into the opening,
carefully groping about until he found
the apartment sought f, r—the store
room. Then it was surprising how
fast the little hand wait in empty and
came out full, till a cry from old
Aunty Bushy-Tail, awakened from her
comfortable nap by this intrusion, cut
short all further operations. For the
old aunty still had sharp teeth, and
Billy knew this to his sorrow, bo
he quickly withdrew his hand and
hurried on his way to school.
It was a., unlurty mornmg for him.
l'he columns of figures refused to be
added, and the let:ers In the spelling
lesson danced about and made faces
at him. One thought cheered him—
the contents of his diutur-pail sand-j
wiches. apple pie. doughnuts and
cheese, lie could hardly wait fi.r the
clock ro strike twelve, and when the
teacher s*m him to the next house
on an errand, just as he was going to
•»pen the pail, he could have cried
for disappointment. But there was
no use complaining, so with a mum
bled "Yes'uni." he started on his
way.
It was late- when he came back, and
he was hungrier than ever—half
starved. he said. He pulled off the
cover to his pail before he pulled off
his red mittens, bu oh. what a t»rri
ble surprise! The dinner was gone.
In an instant he understood it all.
and a howl of rage and despair sound
ed througa the deserted room, fol
lowed by the angry wail. "Teacher,
the boys have stole my dinuer!" 1
was no use to try to cunfort him: for
he must live through the afternoon,
ever conscious of a big, achlug void,
and then run iwo miles before ne
could havt even a piece of bread and
The most refractory among dumb
beasts may sometimes be won by per
sistent kindness. It is also evident that
the obstinate of the human species bu:ter.
may be iutlucuccd by au assault of hu
mor. trv-oped in from coasting ou the hill
1'hll May, the English artist "of back of the schooliiouse. Billy took
most dear memory," had promised to his geography and tried to study,
do a colored design for the Christmas Strangely enough, the lesson describ
number of au illustrated weekly pub- ed how rhe sinaH t'ur-b?aring animals
lication. The date fixed on for its de« of New England gather their winter
livery passed by, and no design had supplies. He threw down the book
been forthcoming.
Soon the bell rang and the boys out
an(
opened his grammar. O dear!
Letters and telegrams were uuan- 'file first sentence to lit diagramed
swered, and wheu a messenger was was. "The squirrels gather their store
sent to May's house it appeared that
he had gone to Paris without leaving
any address. This, according to M.
A. P., is what happened next:
of mils for the loug, cold winter.'
Hilly hid his face behind his book.
Through his shame and hunger this
thought came to him: "If it is so
hard for a fellow to lose his dinner,
what must it be to go without vutr
dluner all winter long?"
Four o'clock came at last, and a reso
lute little fellow was once more
ready to face the cold. He was hun
gry. but he did not complain or try
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dor of their dwelling. O joy! The
floor was piled high with beautiful
beechnuts, from which old aunty was
already taking uer supper. A little
brown hand had been suddenly thrust
into the living-room, and as suddenly
withdrawn. This time it entered full
and left empty, and the process was
repeated until the last betdinut was
taken from Billy's pocket.
The Bushv-Tails never knew tho
history of the matter. They only
knew that the lost was found- They
danced about and chattered tlielr jov
to each other, for they were very
happy, and as Billy sar down to a
good, warm supper ho was as happy
as they.—Elizabeth Perky in Youth's
Companion.
THE CIVILIZED SQUIRREL.
Whether or not it will presently be
necessary to put steam heat into the
squirrel houses in the trees of Central
Park, New York, is an interesting
question. These popular little ani
mals are now so thoroughly pam
pered by the public that thev have
abandoned their obi self-dependent
habits. They no longer sleep a great
part of the winter awav, as is nat
ural to them in this latitude. As their
usual partial dependence upon a state
cf semi-torpor to protect them from
the effects of the cold is broken up.
it may be that they suffer a good
deal from the temperature of such
nights as mese.
To determine whether all the pub
lic pampering of the park squirrels
is good for them, or whether they are
being cut ou in their prime bv a not
sufficiently simple life, the park au
thorities are going to take a census
of the little animals and keep track of
them. The squirrels are certainly
getting peanuts by the bushel. Some
of them have grown so critical that
they refuse to accept single nuts, and
insist upon having access to the bag
in order that they m^y make their
choice. Others scorn peanuts alto
gether and search the pockets for
candy and ether dainties.
They have grown tame even beyond
squirrel precedent. Experience has
made some of them shy of children,
and especially of boys of about f-a
age of twelve, but ewierly gentl/ .»en
of benevolent appearance have been
seen decorated with as many as five
squirrels at once. It will certainly
be surprising if the squirrel census
should indicate that present condi
tions are unfavorable to them for
they swarm in apparently increasing
numbers, and are all plump and lus
trous.
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to find cut and punish the thief who with the other, many extraordinary
had invaded his dinner-pail. He only
ran as fast as he could over the
crackling snow to the wood path
.which led to his home. The thought
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That is an jmpression that squirrels
structlve to birds. In their wild state
they certainly are, for they nip off
buds in winter and ravage birds'
nests in spring. But our park squir
rels are so well fed that they have
little occasion to engage in either of
these forms of depredation.—New
Ycrk Mail.
THE STORY OF THE RAG MAN.
Mother knew, because she was
smiling to herself though she turned
away to hide it, but I did not guess
a bit. 1 was feeling very sorrowful,
because 1 had been in bed a whole
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that I was well enough to have John
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to play with me. Mother said: "We
shall see. and just then there came a
great big knocking at the dcor.
"Who can it be?" said mother.
"Tlie Rag Man. ma'atn, somebodv
answered in such a great, deep voico
that I felt a little frightened.
"Dear me?" said mother. "Will vou
come in. please? 1 should liKfr to see
what rags you have today?'
The rag man was verv tall, as tall
as father, only a». bent over, and he
came quite near my bed, which fright
ened me a little. He had an old hat
on which covered all his face, and
he carried a gnat big bag ou his
shoulder, which, it seemed to me,
moved a little: and I was frighten
ed still more.
"Perhaps you have some rags to
sell me. ma'am." ht said, in the same
great, big. growling voice. "Onlv first
I should like to show this htt'e geu
tleman what I have inside mv bag.'
And then 1 said "Oh quickly, in a
loud squeak: 1 could not help it, for
he had come close up to me. And
waat do you think! It was re all
father himself, and In the bag were
Johu aud Phllly, and they tumbled
am eV
eryboly laughed together.
They all had supper around my bel,
father and inorner. too, and we had
such fun! And tne black bag was
only mother's shawl!—Indianapolis
News.
WILL WRITE BY ITSELF.
Take a round boix with flat sur
faces (such a box as druggists put
pills iu). Through the center of both
lid aud box pierce a hole, through
which a well sharpened pencil is al
lowed to pass. Put a bit oi sealing
wax around the pencil to hold it firm
ly in place. Twirl the pencil as one
would spin a top, and a number of
strange designs will be found traced
upon the paper placed beneath.
Paste this paper on a pitce of card
board, and if this be held firmly with
one nand and tilted from side to side
designs will be made.
Last of the Mohicans.
When the days are cool and clear
of the steaming supper waiting for the tuberculosis patients on North
him, and then of another supper, and Brother Island wrap themselves in
the blue blankets furnished by the
city and sit in the open air for a sun
bath.
of the joy that it would bring.
The theft had been discovered.
When old aunty sounded the alarm,
Mr. and Mrs. Bushy-Tail scampered
home, but only to find the empty
storehouse. Shrill notes of anger
rent Hie air. but only for a short time.
The Bushy-fails are noted for their
courage, and it's no use to cry for North American Indian.
spilled milk. They soon stopped wail
ing and started out in quest of food,
for now they must fight famine. Bu:
little remained for them, only a few
scattered, frozen buds, so with heavy
hearts and light loads thev wended
their way homeward and entered tho
A short time ago, says the New
York Sun, the health commissioner
conducted a party of peace delegates
to the island. They were from Eng*
land, and had seen pictures of the
"How interesting!" remarked one
visitor, as the boat was about to land
"See how peacefully they sit. Are
they the last of the Mohicans?"
To have a preuy home, avoid glar
ing contrasts of color.
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