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^URTH 0F JULY.
In the glen O-PAV is »m'» natai day, -we'll keep It on the farm. Recalling' how our grandsires stood In battle's heat and storm— at the flag whose stars with glory shine. Mm! saw the sunlight lciss it on tho plains of Brandywine. |frfMnV« adown the aisles of time the drums are echoing still That beat the long roll, sharp and clear, that day at Eunker Hill: I aeem to hear the bugle not as that sounded When, swooping down upon the foe, came Marion and his men. tt stirs my blood as I recall the yeomen of the farms Who led their horses from the fields when Freedom called to arms: «he found them ready for the fray, ah! you remember how The news that spread from Lexington found Putman at the plow. The farmers of New England gathered fast from near and far When Stark marched up to Bennington to dim invasion's star: They formed a Spartan phalanx which no British steel could break, And play'd the deadly game of war with Liberty the stake. With hearty zeal their foes to meet they flocked with might and main, Vrom east and west, from north and south to Saratoga's plain They followed Arnold in the charge which won that field of fame «And crimsoned with their own life blood the flag we love to name. They beat their plowshares into swords, their plow steeds they bestrode, Cehlnd the plume of Harry Lee right gal lantly they rode: •One night across the Delaware amid the sleet and snow Those farmers followed Washington and smote the Hessian foe. They faltered not In battle upon York town's glorious field They saw the red coats ground their arms and grim oppression yield: •Ami in the sun that autumn day the fear less little band flaw Washington with vict'ry crowned—the savior of the land. Upon that document whose fame we cele brate to-day The firmer hero wrote his name, It stand eth there for aye. Kfe left the harvest and the plow, against oppression he. To say to George in thunder tones: "This country shall be free!" •Ay», in that fight for freedom. like a wall those farmers stood, ffrom Lexington's immortal plain to ton's snowy wood Prince They fought for right on hill and plain, deep in the break and gorge. They bore without a murmur all the woes of Valley Forge. The legacy they left to- us, their sons, is vast and free— The land which lies in majesty from sound- Ing sea to sea, .A itag whose beauty wins the world upon the land and foam, •Beneath whose stars the poor oppress'd will ever find a home. YJU1 hail the mem'ry of the men who gath ered long ago "\At Freedom's clarion call to arms to smite the foreign foe! Their sons, like them, have left the plow, their freedom to maintain. They nobly fought at New Orleans, they died at Lundy's Lane. ."To-day I fling Old Glory proudly to the summer breeze, 'X know It thrills a million hearts beyond the stormy seas -St waves above the hovel poor and o'er the mansion, too, HVlttaL blazoned stripes of white and red and .stars in field of blue. iTiiny jnay it float above the land which calls that flag Its own, it chosen heroes stand, beneath it to no throne •Our farmer sires who saw It wave In war have passed away, :£tat wo/ recall their deeds of worth with pride this natal day. The children over in the grove with mimic «Vrtrd and gun jycm -playing war beneath the trees—Bur goyne and Washington! feross the fields to watch them, while Heroic mem'ries swarm, "'ju»d thus I pass another dear old Fourth upon the farm. —'T. C. Harbaugh. in Ohio Farmer. DEFEATED, PATRIOT O n»:abominated (Original.) HEBE are some per sons who, with the best intentions in the world, and with the mostkind- ly feelings towards their fellow-men in general, can conceive no good of the un fortunate individual who happens to in «cur their dislike. No matter what the ob ject of dislike does or says, it is all one 4o the otherwise fairly-disposed man— AO one con be fit to live who does not «dit his ideas of the fitness of things la a personal way. John Harmon, president of the town iaard of Watson, and, in a general way, •ugoate of the village and most of the community of which it was a part, Meant tobefair to all mankind—but he '-dmp^y could not bear "that crazy school •ataster," Totn Wheeler. him forhisgoodlooks tor the fact that he had nothing of the WorCA'sgoods because, instead of turn lay his hand to something profitable, fee persisted in roaming around the *tey with a prospector's hammer some geological work (never with the book) and, last but not least, faseause he was in love with Bhoda, and fehoda seemed to be rather glad of it 4kn otherwise. Watson was a patriotic town. Never a national holiday came around' btjl that ¥$atfpn was ahead of itenf|ghl^ni inpatriotlsm and-eiitliusiatnn. On this particular occasion the citi zens of Watson had made unusual prep arations to celebrate the national holi day. There had been a committee ap pointed, which was expected to arrange the day's programme, and this commit tee had arranged for a quiet celebration —something that the town of Watson had never known before. It had been what is known in the west as a "hot town," but within the past yearsor two it had become more or less an adjunct of civilization. The fact was, that with the adveni^of bet ter times and the consequent influx of miners' wives, mothers and sweethearts, the town began to be ashamed of itself, and its individual citizens began to think seriously of the future. On the evening of the 2d of July the Watson Star came forth with the offi cial announcement of the committee's action in the matter of arrangements for the celebration of the national holi day. By most of the citizens of Watson the programme, as arranged by the committee, was looked upon as a huge joke. The very idea of Watson having any kind of celebration involving such a pusillanimous, essentially feminine number as is comprehended by a picnic was almost incomprehensible and ex ceedingly ludicrous. In one family, however, this picnic portion of the programme was taken seriously—very seriously, indeed. "C will not stand it," said Mr. Harmon, as he sat opposite his wife at the supper table on the evening of the 3d of July. "I suppose that Rhoda expects to at tend that idiotic picnicwith thatyoung ass of a district school-teacher. It makes me sick to think that a daugh ter of mine should become so infatuated with a forty-dollar-a-month fool like that as to throw over a man like John Simpson—with all the property that he has got, and with his known habits for sobriety. "Where is Bhoda to-night* by the way?" "Wh—why, she's at Mrs. Wheeler's. She'll be back soon." "Why should she be over there "Probably because she was invited over there," responded Mrs. Harmon, bridling a bit. "Can't that girl have I an evening out without you getting ugly about it?" Mr. Harmon bit into a hot muffin and had nothing more to say. The national holiday opened as usual, about three a. m., with the firing of anvils and the enthusiastic but uncom prehending plaudits of the American small boy. llhoda Harmon appeared very demure at the breakfast table on the morning of the "glorious Fourth." She had little to say, but she smiled complacently as she took her seat and looked at her mother over the top of the tall old pewter coffee-pot. "How do you two women expect to spend the day?" asked Mr. Harmon, with a masculine snort. "I suppose you'll follow up the fool programme the committee has made out, and by the time you get back home again you'll be half dead and, Bhoda, I don't suppose your friend Tom Wheel er will overlook an opportunity like this to install himself as the escort of the female members of the Harmon fam ily?" Bhoda answered not a word, merely glancing at her father as he drew back his chair in a manner intended to be expressive of disgust, and left the breakfast table and the house. Presently he returned, having had a short walk around the yard, and, opening the door, remarked: "I am an old soldier and a patriot, but I foil to see what use there is in trying to celebrate the nation's birth day with ice cream and lemonade. I am going down to the store, and I want to be let alone, except by people who are enthusiastic over the day because ills a nation's birthday and as for the rest of them, those who howl merely be cause it is a holiday, I want them to keep away from me." John Harmon dominated his "women folks"—at least, he thought he did. Had anyone suggested to him that his meek little wife and handsome daughter had their way in any manner whatever, he would have scoffed at the idea. He was by no means a tyrant, but he was one of those men who cannot bear to think "WHAT WILL TOU BELL TOCB PLACB FOB?" that they are not omnipotent Own family circle. .' Wheal John Harmon left his that morning and walked tQ tb* he was uot at all disturbed l)y thought of what his wife and daughter might or might not do. During the day had he given the matter any particular thought, his narrow mind would have told him, no doubt, that they would remain' at home, leaving him to join in any celebration that might occur up town. Meanwhile, Mrs. ITnrmon and Bhoda, over their coffee cups, were having a discussion in which the husband and father had no place, excepting as a troublesome factor. "Bhoda, you'll have ti give Tom' up, that's all," said Mrs. Harmon, in her gentle way. "I like him, but your pa doesn't and you know how set your pa is when he makes up his mind. •Here's John Simpson, now. He'd give his two eyes for you—and you tell me you refused him. Why, child, that man isn't 30 yet, but he's worth a hundred thousand, anyway." "Let's not discuss the matter," said the girl, quietly. "I made up my mind on that matter some time ago, and there's no use talking' about it." Fifteen minutes later Tom Wheeler drove up to the front gate, and Bhoda went out and joined him. The picnic was held in a large grove about four miles from Watson, and hardly Any denizen of the village old enough to comprehend what the day was set aside for missed attendance. As usual, there were several over-en thusiastic persons there, and these had brought out an old brass cannon, of the vintage of 1812, which they were firing at such brief intervals as to warrant an accident—and the accident happened. John Simpson was assisting in load ing the cannon, which was overheated, and just at the moment that he was about to ram in a charge of wadding, the weapon was prematurely dis charged. carrying away the larger por tion of his right arm. Quick as thought, Tom Wheeler, who was sitting with Bhoda in a buggy ig»ar by, sprang out of the conveyance qtnrl ran to the rescue of his late rival. Mr. Harmon was also one of the first arrivals at the scene of the accident. "Some people are always sticking their noses into other folks' business," he sneered, as soon as he saw that John Simpson was not seriously injured. "If I—" That sentence was never finished. At that moment a woman's voice screamed: "Tom! Tom!" The next instant Tom Wheeler was pursuing a runaway horse, with all the strength of his athletic young limbs, and John Harmon, forgetful of every thing but the fact that his only daugli- ter was behind that horse, stood speech less and helplessly staring. It was not a sensational runaway. Within 30 yards Tom managed to catch the buggy and to climb into it from the rear—and when, after he turned it 'round and drove back, neither he nor Bhoda exhibited a sign of excitement— but John Harmon was as pale as death, until he made certain that his only daughter was safe. Then came another sneer, as who should say: "Anyone can climb into a runaway wagon, if they're swift enough afoot, but—" I "Take me home, Tom—I'm ill. Quiclc ly, please," pleaded Bhoda. About five o'clock that evening Wheeler came Harmon's hardware store, and asked him to come outside for a minute. "Well?" asked Mr. Harmon, doubt fully. "What will you sell your place for, Mr. Harmon Tom asked, without any pre liminaries. "I haven't gone into the market yet. And, supposing I have, my young riend, have you anything to buy with?" "Well," said Wheeler, "I could only make a first payment of $500, the bal ance secured by a mortgage on the prop erty, payable within the year." Harmon looked at him hard for a mo ment, Then— "If you're in earnest, Tom, $8,000 fiat, on those conditions. And the deal may as well be closed now." This was done before a notary pub lic, and within a half-hour John Har mon's homestead property was trans ferred to Tom Wheeler. When all the papers had been signed. he paid, "I h»ve played rather filow-diwn tHcfcuponi: yo$$u1£ upon Me other hand, I expect you, when you understand' the circumstances, to return me my $500 without question. "The fact is that for three days past I have had expert coal operators work ing upon your land, and they assure me that by the investment of less than $S,000 (which can be very easily secured in Pittsburgh) there will be found in sight at least six times that amount. "Moreover, there is one more thing to which I wish to call your attention and that is the fact that any contract whatsoever made upon a legal holiday is void. Squire MsDowell doubtless knows this, but must have forgotten it in this instance." John Harmon looked steadily for a moment at the young man who had un doubtedly resolved to be his son-in-law. "Wa-al," he drawled, with an imported Maine accent—"I don't b'lieve y're sech a blame fool as ye look t' be, after all. Come up to-night to supper, you and your ma. 1*11 get a lot of fireworks, and if we don't have the biggest family Fourth of July celebration you ever saw, my name isn't John Harmon." The next day, John Harmon, who al ways wanted to be a "fair" man, deeded an undivided half interest in his property to that objectionable school-teacher. "Tom," he asked, two or three days afterwards, unable to control his curi osity, "where'd you get that $500—out of your salary?" "That money Bhoda's aunt left her,** said the prospective son-in-law, straightforwardly. "Well, you're a bird!** LETTER KETCHTTM. THE DAY WE CELEBRATE. It Should Be Kept Prominent and Dis tinct, Red-Letter Dnj. It has been suggested that the Amer ican people should have more holidays, that they give more time and strength to out of door pleasures and set apart more days for relaxation. This may be well enough at some seasons, but the great midsummer holi day, the pivotal day of the republic, the time when the bottled-up patriot ism of the American people is expected to be uncorked and when the noise-pro ducing element in the American young ster gets at work with a fizz, a pop and a bang—this holiday amply fills the space between Decoration day and the first part of August. The juvenile son of Uncle Sam needs a month in which to replenish his exchequer for the pro viding of firecrackers and other ex plosives, and sometimes—and woe's tho day!—needs more than a month to patch his broken bones and get his physical corporosity in working trim, even though it heals by first intentions. It would be well never to appoint any holiday between May and August for this reason, and also that Independence day might have no near neighbor to draw attention from it. It should be kept prominent and distinct, a red-let ter day—a day memorable above all other days in American history, and its significance should be impressed by line upon line and precept upon pre cept on the hearts of all the citizens of this comprehensive, resourceful land. It ought to be a thanksgiving day, a glorification day, a pleasure day, a reunion day, and to unite in its 24 hours from midcaight to midnight, and even far into the morning of the day fol lowing, all of the most delightful at tributes of a holiday And good^ times, good cheer, good wishes, good will and hurrahs galore—for without it where would we have been? We might have been chopped up into little principali ties and kingdoms, lilliputian empires and protectorates, with greedy foes to menace us on the right hand and on the left, and in front and rear—adversaries who yearned for our possessions and envied us our prosperity, if, indeed, we were blessed with any. We might have been under the heel of a foreign power and forced to pay tribute, as some nations of the world are now forced to do to stand helplessly by and see taxes wrung from an overburdened people carricd away to swell the coffers o/ some insatiate tyrant. Instead of this, we have peace, plenty and pros perity. We have no standing army to speak of, but the American citizen is the de fender of our homes and firesides. In almost every community there are well bred citizens banded into thoroughly equipped military companies, with quite enough knowledge of tactics and usages of war to make them formidable adversaries in any encounter. We are getting up a navy on the same principle as our army, a quantity of live material ready, on tap, as it were, to rush out and answer the demands of the govern ment. We have, and thin is one of the greatest sources of congratulation, a public-school system tha» makes it pos sible for every child within our borders t" obtain a fair amount of education. We are raising the standard of the pub lic school and putting the buildings in better shape. We are floating the Amer ican flag over most of the American schoolhouses, and will in time see it floating over all of them. Every morn ing hundreds of thousands of school children go through with more or less extended exercises teaching them what patriotism is, what its use&are and what the rights and duties of a citizen com prehend. This work is as yet in its infancy, but it has great and glorious possibili ties, and some day we may hope that every schoolhouse will be a nursery of patriots, every teacher an apostle of faith, of liberty and independence, and every school board and commission high priests, ministering in the divine business 6f cultivating a love of coun try and a determination to make this ono better and more worthy or its high position among the nations of the earth. We lack a long distance of being at the top of the ladder, but many of us are faithfully pegging along, and for what we are and what we have we can truly say: "The Lord lie praised."— N. Y. Ledger. private office one^ay at noon, says the Pitts burgh Dispatch. The robber held a revolver in one hand and a bottle of nitroglycerine in the other. He re quested Mr. Moffat to write a check for $21,000 under penalty of being shot and of having his bank building wrecked by the explosive in the bottle. Mr Moffat is reputed to be worth as many millions as the number of thousands demanded by the robber. He wrote the check. The robber said be' would have to trouble Mr. Moffat to go with him into the paying teller's cage and produce the cash he would take $20,000 in large bills, and $l,QQQ'in gold. "lfyoy sfiy oqe vord, or indicate by. a look or mtftion thati&ythingiswrong, I will shoot Vdh IND t^heri blow'up the bank." Saying which the robber threw alight overcoat over his arm concealing the revolver he held in his hand,accom panied the bank president into the teller's cage, received the money and re turned with Mr. Moffat to t£e private office. Be then-repeated his thfeat to kill the banker and blow up the'build ing if an nlarm should be given before be (the robber) was safely outside the bank. He made his escape and has not been captured.. The robber's overcoat, revolver and bottle were found in a doorway near the bank building. The revolver was loaded, but a chemical analysis of the contents of the bottle revealed the fact that the fluid was not nitroglycerine but sweet oil. THte STRONG JAW. When Fnnnd In the.Hainan Species It a Form of Atavism, Among all old world apes the teetfe are the chief weapons for defense against natural foes and for combats for mates or for tribal supremacy, says Blackwood's Magazine. The canines are in most cases enormously developed, insomuch that ill-informed naturalists have suggested that a near relationship must exist between the primates and the carnivora. As a matter of fact these formidable teeth have nothing to do with alimentation, but are as purely .weapons of war as are the bayonet and the Maxim gun. In practically every emergency demanding unnsval energy, obstinacy and courage, they come into play. In every conflict with the world, the .flesh and the devil—as such things are inderstood in pithecoid society—the temporal and masseter muscles are the chief arbiters of war. To become a great and powerful anthropoid, it is ab solutely and brutally necessary to have a large and strong jaw, to give firm at tachment to the teeth and good leverage to the muscles. That for an immense epoch our prehuman ancestors achieved success in life in like manner is as clear as the print of "Mnga" to those who have learned to read nature's handwrit ing. Since those days of true Arcadian simplicity' our life has become bewil deringly complex, and our methods for settling social difficulties have changed generally for the better. But here, as in so many other instances, the habits of a past age have left an indelible im« press on the nervous system. THE REASON WHY. To* Weigh No More After Too Eat Than Ton DM Beforei Many of us have laughed at that, absurd conceit in one of Hoy t's produc tions—"A Texas Steer," we believe— where, in the restaurant scene, custom ers are put on the scale immediately before and after eating, and are charged fnproportion to the extra weight they, have taken on. The idea for a comedy is good, but restaurant keepers who adopt it as a practical means of gauging their charges would come out at the small end of the horn. It is a well-known fact, though some what anomalous, that a person weighs no more after eating a hearty meal than he did before. A little reflection wiil readily explain this apparent mystery. During the process of mastication, de glutition, etc., certain muscles are brought into active play, and the exer cise of any muscle necessitates a tempo rary waste of its tissues, and a certain amount of carbon is eliminated and passed off during the course of the meal. This loss, howerel', is trifling, as com pared with that of respiration and per spiration, both of which are increased during the various operations of mak ing a meal. The length of time one may take to consume a pound of food makes no little difference to these losses, for if eaten leisurely, there is but slight increase of respiration or per spiration, whereas, if it is hurried through, both ore abnormally accel erated. Hence, by the time the pound is eaten, the consumer has lost appre ciably in mdlsture or carbonic acid. An Appeal for Assistance. The man who is charitable to himself will listen to the mute appeal for assistance made by his stomach, or his liver, in the shape of divers dyspeptic qualms and un easy sensations in the regions of the glands that secretes his bile. Hostetter's Stomach Bitters, my dear sir, or madam—as the case may be—is what you require. Hasten to use, if you are troubled with heartburn, wind in tbe.stomach, or note that your skin or the whites of your eyes are taking a sal low hue. AMONG THE BOHKMIAXS.—"Where do yon dine to-night?" "I do not dine—and you?" "Nor do I." "Very good. Let us dine to gether. "—Courier des Estas Unis. "THB count seems to have no trouble in getting picked up by society. "Of course not. The handle to his name was such an aid. "—Indianapolis Journal. WE have not been without Piso'sCnre for Consumption for 20 years.—LIZZIE FEB HEI»I Camp St., Hanisburg, Pa., May 4, '94., BIFKIN—"Every on&thnt rides in a Fifth avenue stage pitches into them." Snifkin —"Yes, and out of them."—Harlem Life. IT is positively hurtful to useointmentfor skin diseases. Use Glenn's Sulphur Soup. Bill's Hair and Whisker Dye, 5uc. WHEREVER the tree of beneficence takes root, it sends forth branches berond the sky.—Saadi. my—just think—every bottle of Hood's Sara parilla contains 100 doses. This Is truep^Ljy^of Sarsaparilla The Ono True Blood Purifier. All druggists. fl Hood'8 Pilla cure biliousness, headache. Wonderland, '06. Every year we have brought to our at tention by the enterprising management of the Northern »Faciltfc Railroad Co. that this system is the one that takes the traveler to the'Yellowstone park. a It is ycell j*e pre reminded of this, for la our eager pursuits of wealth and pleasure we lose sight of this wonderful region, and of which we have such a limited knowledga Great wisdom was shown by the govern ment in securing this park for all time to come for future generations, and the time will come when not to have visited this famed region before going abroad will be a reproach. Only think of a lake at 8,000 feet eleva tion, and miles across, skirted with moun tains, with a steamer to take the sight seeker around. The Yellowstone Park is rightly namea "The Wonderland," and it must be seen to form any adequate idea of its beauty and grandeur. In seeking for a pleasure trip, here at our dcor is one that should be investigated, and every American citizen should have enough national pride to know all about tbe Yellow stone park. ten cents in' stamps, you can secure that beautiful souvenir book entitled "Wonder land, '96." This book will give you all desired infor mation, and contains maps and engravings of the highest order. •'BUT, waiter, if this is spring chicken, where is its wishbone?" Waiter—(equal to the occasion)—"It was too young to wish, sir."—Detroit Free Press. •20 OO to Washington, D. C., and Return. Through Sleeping Car. Julv 3,4, 5 and tickets will be sold from Minneapolis and St. Paul to Washington and return account International Meeting Young People's Society Christian Endeavor at the above rate. A Through sleeping car will be run over the NORTHWESTERN LINE, Big Four Route and Chesapeake and Ohio Rv., leaving Minneapolis on the Northwest ern Limited train 7:80 p.m. Monday even ing July 0th. 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