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A. W. BT. JOHN ft SONS, Publishers. MENA,.ARKANSAS. CRAPE UPON THE DOOR. Bomber crape, somber crape, morsel mor tals use to drape Doors through which Death uninvited, came In dread and awful shape, Waving slow to and fro that the thought less throng may know One home-sunbeam was eclipsed beneath a cloud of bitter woe— Thou hast been through long years emblem of earth's countless tears, When darkest certainty replaced alter nate hopes and fears; When torn hearts long on the rack turned like thee lack-tuster black. And the stars no longer shone In heaven’s once hope-illumined track. Tet those years have brought to me bet ter views and thoughts rf thee. For each sorrow hath Its morrow which experienced souls may see; I have learned that 'neath thy veil shines the light which cannot fall, Harbor-beacon beckoning homeward through the darkness and the gale. Badge of grief, badge of grief, back of thee. In grand relief, Lies the glory which the reaper finds with in the golden sheaf; Death Is life, end of strife, close of years with evil rife, The beginning of the winning; rest when sheathed the surgeon’s knife. Ours the tenr, theirs the cheer, and Heaven vistas vast and clear. Where their wings may spurn the chrysalis which hampers spirits here; Where each Joy they can see with new views from earth-mists free, Proves the story of the glory that is promised you and me. Somber sign, proof benign of a thought ful love divine Which hath made Death but Its messenger in IaoH iiu o’nr I hn 11n Welcome, friend, who canst end woes and shattered spirits mend. Unto thy kindly ministries In grateful trust we bend. I. EDGAR JONES. MY FRIEND CARLO. i j* j* * | A STORY OF ANIMAL SAGACITY. | .WWWWMMWWAWMW.WWW/T Notwithstanding the fact tha. dogs have been written of so vol uminously, I venture to offer an abso lutely authentic sketch of one whose transcendent merits while in life well deserve such recognition. To give a detailed account of this noble creature’s extraordinary doings would till a large volume; therefore I will confine myself to recording a few of those which 1 deem the most notable. Early in the spring of 1833, when 1 wttf nine years old and living in the township of Toronto, Canada, my father bought from the “Six Nations” Indians, then occupying a reservation on the river Credit, eight miles from our farm, a dog, whom, in honor of a deceased predecessor, we named Carlo. This ani mal was said to be then two years old He weighed, perhaps, 60 pounds, and was not particularly prepossessing in appearance, being of a mixed reddish color, with an unusually large head, drooping ears, tremendously powerful jaws and a tail no more than ten inches long. That member had never been docked, however, but was an heredi tary peculiarity,as was amply proven by the fact that many of Carlo’s progeny, which,after awhile,becaraequite numer ous in our neighborhood, were brought forth with precisely similar tails—a very strange, and so far as my observa tion goes, quite unique circumstance. 1 Lave known hundreds of dogs born with only rudimentary tails, but never, except in this instance, of any that came into the world with one apparent ly cut off in the middle. A t fl »*C ♦ tl i k I) O < \ f 11(9 t ll/lll frit < muni, n f Catlo; but it was not long before we discovered his value, and to me he booh became n constant companion, pluy mnte, protector and friend. Little by little, as his good qualities were re vealed, we found that his sagacity was wonderful and his courage and faith fulness beyond all praise. Not only in one role did he excel, but as watchdog, hunter, retriever, cattle driver and sheep herd lie was perfection itself. He ftured no living thing, and would, on occasion, tackle n bear, wolf or lynx as readily as a deer, fox or rabbit. Of course he could not, unaided, kill a full-grown bear nor an adult wolf, but would often harass and detain one o- the other until the pursuing hunter got near enough to shoot it; but he did once, ufter a terrific fight, kill a larg“ lynx, an animal so formidable that not one dog in a thousand will face it. A curious peculiarity of Carlo’s was that although the game he was at the moment chasing might never have been sighted by the listener, any such, thoroughly familiar with him, could al ways tell of what kind it was merely bv the dog’s manner of baying, and also whether the scent was fresh or stale. He had one style of bark for a deer, an other for a bear, another for a wolf and still another for a fox, a wildcat, a rac coon or what not. He was the very best “coon dog” I ever saw or beard of, and would kill one of these mischievous creatures, however large and fierce, in less thun five minutes after coming up with it. The raccoon always throws itself upon itB back when fighting, and, instead of skirmishing around, snapping at and tearing the skin ns ordinary dogs do, Carle would instantly seize it by the throat and never let go until it wa* dead, thus not damaging the pelt at all. Between the ages of 11 and 17 years coon hunting by night was one of my favorite sports, and when following Carlo his voice always told me as plain ly as by articulate speech whether he was running on hot scent, had caught his quarry on the ground or had treed it. In the latter case my comrade and I would build a fire and chop down the tree, whose top could scarcely crash to the earth before Carlo would have the coon. Never once did he let one escape to another tree. Altogether, aside from the fact that their skins were worth in the proper season 50 cents each, it was very neces sary to destroy these obnoxious though interesting nnimals, as they wrought sari havoc among the green corn and oats and not infrequently carried off outlying young ducks and chickens. It was a singular idiosyncrasy of Car lo's that, although born among and brought up by Indians, he would never, after coming into our possession, let one of this race approach the house without showing the most violent an ger, and if the red innn still persisted he would seize some part of his dress and prevent his farther advance until some member of the family interfered. Even then he would not lose sight of the unwelcome visitor until he had fol lowed him beyond the boundaries of our 400-acre farm—ail of which, in a beast of so much intelligence, clearly proves, I think, that he had been cruelly treated by his first owners. On three several occasions this dog Raved my life, each time displaying a surprising degree of calculating judg ment. ThrmurVi vvhnln lnncrth nf mi r* farm ran a stream called Etobicoke creek, and in June, a few months after Carlo’s acquisition by us, when I had gained his love and confidence, there occurred one night a tremendous down pour of rain, swelling the creek to a wide, deep and dangerous torrent. Go ing next morning, as usual, to bring home the cows, then pasturing on the farther side of the stream, I very rash ly, instead of going around by a rather distant bridge, attempted to ford the angry flood. But in a moment I was swept off my feet and by the outward set of the current whirled like a feather toward its turbulent center. Being at that time unable to swim, I would cer tainly have drowned then and there had not Carlo plunged in and effected a rescue—and in a manner evincing al most human intelligence. The brave fellow evidently knew that I was much heavier than himself, and was not to be retrieved so easily ns a wounded duck. So, instead of seizing me haphazard and perhaps drawing my head under water, he dextrously caught hold of the front corner of my coat collar, thus, in effect, enabling me to rest my head upon his if I so wished. However, the moment he touched me I lost all fear, recovered my presence of mind and cheerfully said: “Let go, Carlo.” i Seeming to guess my intention, he in stantly obeyed, whereupon I slid my hands along his back and grasped his stubby tail, when, with a yelp of mani fest delight, he struck diagonally across and downstream, towing me safeh ashore to the opposite bank, though at a point fully 100 yards below where 1 had entered the water. Then it was most touching to w it ness his joy. Afler lovingly licking my face and hands, he scampered up and down the bank like a wild thing, rap turously barking and showing his hap piness m every possible way, w hile now and then darting back to my side to re new his caresses and receive my own. When satisfied with this fun, he col lected the cows and made them swim the creek, but did not follow them across, thinking, perhaps, that 1 wus not yet to be trusted alone, and that it was hia duty to accompany me home by way of the bridee. About two months arterwnra Carlo raved tile from being torn to pieces by a cougar, an animal extremely rare in western Canada even at that early day, called "panther* uy the old hunters, though the true panther does not exist in any part of America. As a full ac count of this adventure has already been published, I can only say here that, had it not been for my faithful friend’s extraordinary sugacity in discovering the crouching beast and his dauntless courage in attacking it, I should most certainly have become its prey. As it was, thanks to the dog, the great cat was shot by my father, I receiving oue haif the bounty money and my gal lant hound unstinted praise. Perhaps dogs may not possess what we, in our wisdom, eall inductive rea soning powers, but Carlo was gifted with something marvelously like such. Mere instinct will hardly account for his condxict in the following instance: One summer morning, in Murch, 1834, 1 was standing ut our back door, which overlooked the creek and a little field opening out of the barnyard beyond. In this paddock were at the moment frisking a number of February-born lambs, while their mothers were nib bling such chance tufts of grass us had escaped the winter’s frosts. While 1 looked delightedly at the in nocent creatures’ gambols, a great, giant gray wolf, having sneaked unob served from the forest, a half mile further up stream, suddenly leaped the low fence, dashed through the flock, seised a Inmb in his mouth and wus off forestward like a flash. Carlo lay dozing iu the sun at my feet. “Look, Carlo, look!” I cried, pointing to the retreating wolf. In an instant he caught sight of the ma rauder, but did he rush across the creek in direct pursuit and thus prematurely alarm the brute, give it a long start and thus entail upon himself a probably hopeless stern chase? No; he did some thing far wiser and more effectual. Without giving tongue at all, he started off at full speed up my side of the stream, far enough from the bank’s brink to prevent the enemy seeing him, and was at the edge of the forest some little time before the encumbered wolf could reach its shelter. Then, con cealed by impinging bushes and trees, he bounded through and across the creek, hid himself in the brushwood and met the ravenous beast face to face when it came along. Meantime, hear ing me call, several of the family came to the door and witnessed what fol lowed. On seeing Carlo, the half-starved wolf did not at once relinquish his prey, but swerved from his course and tried to gain the woods at a more distant point —a fatal mistake on his part, for the dog, nearly as swift as he in any case, was On him before he had gone 100 feet. Then he dropped the lamb and attempted to close w ith Carlo in a death struggle. He might as well have tried to close with a lightning streak. Every time he made a rush at the dog the latter sprang asiur, uuu iuc niaiaut me turned again he seized it by a hind leg, bringing it to the ground, while always avoiding the deadly grips of its fearful ly armed jaw's. This maneuver was repented again and again, and, rage os he might, the wolf could neither get away from, nor fasten his fangs on, his persecutor. The result was that my elder brother had time to run up and shoot the beast, width was so wholly preoccupied in the fight as not to notice his approach. 1 leave the reader to judge whether, in this chase and attack, the noble dog did not exercise what may fairly be called reason? Time, pregnant with many of my own and Carlo’s adventures, passed on; 1 was 12 years old and he, presumably five, was in the zenith of his powers, and had become much heavier than when I first knew' him, when he saved my life for the third time, in this wise: One afternoon in October he and 1 were passing through a large field wherein were pasturing a number of cattle. Among these was a three-year old bull, which we had always thought a quite .gentle animal. In fact, 1 had often ridden to and fro on his back. The evening being chilly, I was wear ing at the time one of those camlet cloaks, lined with red flannel, which were very much in vogue for boys in those days. A strong wind was blow ing, and just as we got within about 50 yards of the bull, a heavy gust threw one side of the cloak over my shoulder, thus exposing a large expanse of the lining. On catching sight of this obnoxious color, the bull changed in one moment from a peacefully-grazing beast to a maddened monster, and, with a hoarse, bellowing roar, lowered head and up lifted tail, charged furiously upon me. There was no shelter—not even a stump or tree near us, and the crazed brute had but 50 yards or so to come. Flight on my part would have been worse than useless, even if 1 had thought of it, which I did not. But, in my mortal fright, 1 did think to gasp: “Carlo! Carlo! Sick him. Carlo!”—a needless command, for, swift as an arrow and fiercely as an en raged tiger, the good dog sprang for ward, not squarely in front of the bull, but with a little detour. Then, wheel ing about, he came alongside the beast’s shoulder, and deftly seized him by the nose. Now the tables were turned with a vengeance. No longer was the bull s deep roar the exultant trumpeting of an assured conqueror; in a second it changed to the pitiful calf-like bleating of a beaten coward, as, distracted by pain and fright, i*e tossed his head aloft in a vain attempt to free himself from the vise-like grasp of those jaws, which would never let go except at a master's bidding or un til victory was achieved. Finding all his efforts of no avail, tne frenzied creature now set off in a mad run, carrying the clinging dog with him and utterly unable to strike the latter with his forefeet. Around and around the field wildly careened the interlocked combatants, while the other cattle, scared out of their wits ut the strange spectacle, scampered away, leaving their whilom lord and master to his fate. For what seemed to me a full half hour and to the bull probably an age of torment, the running fight continued, the sorely punished beast growing every moment weaker, until at last he sank to the ground utterly exhausted; whereupon Carlo came back to me, joy ously wagging his short tail, and with his beautiful brown eyes and triumph ant bark seeming to ask: “Wasn’t that well done, master?” After this severe lesson no creature could he better behaved than was the conquered bull, who thenceforth in Car lo’s presence always put on n particu larly subdued air, while I might have flaunted my red-lined cloak in his face u hundred times without exciting him to more than an intense disgust. lty such deeds as I have herein re lated, as w’ell as by his invaluable serv ices in the hunting field and on the farm, my dog became famous through out our whole township, and, had I been base enough to do so, I might, scores of times, have sold him for more than the price of a first-rate horse. He lived to be 13 years of age, and then, though apparently in good health, painlessly died one day while his grand old head rested lovingly on my knee. I buried him on the bank of the stream wherein he and I had so often dis ported ourselves, and, full-grown man ns I then was, I am not ashamed to con fess that I shed childish tears over his grave, which I afterward marked by a large stone slab, taken from the creek’s bed and rudely engraved by my un skilled hands: “My Friend Carlo; Faithful Unto Death.”—N. Y. Ledger. SHE WAS A NEW WOMAN. Hut When the Don* Heirnn to Follow Her She Weakened. There is no earthly doubt as to her being a new woman. She was not born a new woman, neither was new woman hood thrust upon her; she achieved it and is unreasonably proud of the fact. Nature cast her in round, soft, com fortable mold. But she has risen su perior to nature. She believes with all her heart, with all her soul, with ail her mind, in the right divine of woman to govern, wrongly, perhaps, but still to govern. She is one of those Patrick Henrys in petticoats whose burning nunriu nrimru V ifl i i t it t }i A Cllll Sm '--l- o of hundreds who already agree with her. As already stated, there is no earthly doubt as to her being a new woman—in theory, at least, in prac tice? Well, that’s different. She’s the sort of woman who shrinks and climbs on the table if anyone sug gests that there is a mouse in the room. She believes the placid old fam ily horse the fiercest sort of a steed, and knows that her life is in danger every time she climbs into the phaeton. She stands paralyzed with terror if she spies a cow at the far end of the field, and would probably faint if a little garden snake crossed her path. The dogs of the neighbors—she lives in the country, where no household is com plete without several of them—fill her mind with mad, unreasoning fear. One day she went down to the vil lage and was tempted to buy some p»es for the family meal. As she was bear ing them home in triumph a large New foundland, waking from his noonday nap, stalked out to meet her, sniffed at her pies and fell solemnly in behind her. At the next place she passed two more went through the same ma neuvers, then one, then three, then two, and so on till every place she passed had yielded its quota of dogs. One by one they fell into line. Smell ing her pies and following her loving ly, they joined in the procession, pac ing solemnly after this timorous new woman. Her heart was as water and ner bones were as wax. She knew that it would be a heroic thing and worthy of her new womanhood to die in de fense of her pies. She saw visions of the neighbors finding her a mangled corpse, but still faithful to her charge; of a slender white shaft in some peace ful cemetery bearing the inscription: "Faithful Unto Death.” Then she thought of her motherless children, her sorrowing husband, with only a heroic memory to console them, und her cour- ; age failed her. She felt that it was ■ better to live a new woman than to (lie a hero. So she gently laid the pies down on the path that the dogs might devour them in peace and unmolested sped swiftly homeward.—Chicago Chronicle. DID NOT MIND THE BURGLARS. Why the Optimistic Mn. Illank V\ an (.lull of Their Visit. Mr. Blank's wife is so painfully clean that Blank’s life is made a burden to him, and he has a gait like a kangaroo caused by his forgetting to clean Ins feet when it is muddy uuu taking long steps to avoid making tracks. When Mr. Blank urose early one day last week he discovered that burglars had paid the house a visit during the night and he hurried back to apprise Mrs. B-of their loss. i ‘‘They’ve taken all the silver in the house,” he gasped, out of breath. “Well, they won’t get much for it— there's that old comfort anyhow,” she said, coolly. ‘‘But your sealskin cloak is gone from the cedar trunk!” “I’m glad of it—sealskin is out of date, and now I’ll get something new.” “But your diamonds that were hid den in the rag basket—they took them!” “Oh, well, there isn’t any money in diamonds. I’m not going to worry. Just put it in the hands of the police. 1 dare say the poor burglars were driv en to crime for want of bread. I al ways had a good deal of sympathy for criminals.” “But they’ve cleaned the house.” “John, you don’t mean it? And I’v« been dreading fall house cleaning all summer. I told you there was some good in everybody,” and Mrs. Blank turned over for another nap.—Chicago Times-IIerakl. Potato Pancake**. Grate four large, raw potatoes and ' mix with one well-beaten egg, one-half pint of sweet milk, one-half teaspoon fui of salt, add one pint of flour, in which i« sifted one teaspoonful of bak ing powder. Beat all together and frj on a griddle.—Ladies’ World, PITH AND POINT. —“I hear that Barnes did not maki a continental success of ‘Hamlet’ across the water.” “No. His success did nol amount to a continental.”—Indianapo lis Journal. _ —The Laugh on Dobson.—“Say, old man, you are so absent-minded, I he lieve you are in love!” Ilo-bson—“Mel Oh! ho! ho! Why, don’t you know I'm married?”—Puck. —Overdoing It.—The Absent-Minded Professor—“Do you know, my dear, J was so busy remembering what yot asked me to buy you, that 1 forgot to stop and get it.”—Truth. —An Avenue of Escape.—"Wigby ha* joined the Total Abstinence society.’* “What’s that for?” “Only way he could get out of drinking his mother-in-law’* home-made beer.”—Chicago Record. —An Inducement Wanted.—She— “What do you think of the proposition to tax bachelors with a view to encour aging matrimony?” He—"I think it would be much better to give a bounty with wives.”—Truth. —One day, at the late dean of Ely’* table, a legal gentleman was lamenting the gaps which death had recently made in his profession. "We have lost,” he said, solemnly, “not less than six emi nent lawyers in as many months.” Th« dean, who was quite deaf, at once rose and repeated grace: “For this and all His mercies,” etc.—Tit-Bits. .. . ■ * “FOREVER, I’LL BE TRUE.” : How the Sentiment Is Symbolized the World Over. Commonplace and unromantic lovers still cling to the ring, with its old fashioned symbolism, when they prom ise to be true to each other, while those who hanker after the sensational find enough in the accepted fads of the day to satisfy their craving. Tatooing is regarded as the proper expression of love and fidelity just now. A Mew England swain not long ago per suaded the girl of his choice to have a bracelet tatooed on her left arm. She was w illing, and an artist was called in who burned pretty Cupids and flam ing hearts in medallion form upon the lovers’ respective wrists. To make it more effective, it was done with blue and red ink. The couple exchanged in itials, the girl wearing her lover’s and he those of his sweetheart in oue of those medallion-shaped etchings. In M'ew York lives u young Cuban woman who is very proud of her little feet. She insisted that her lover pre sent her with a golden circle to wear around her pretty ankle in place of the customary engagement ring. The hoop fastens with a peculiar lock, to which the fiance carries the key on his watch chain. A well-known athlete wore during the time of his engagement a costly belt set with brilliants and locks of hair of his wife-to-be. The lock was of red emaille, in the shape of a heart, and was inscribed with the lady’s initials. In England it is fashionable just now to have engagement rings and bracelets made of the hair of the beloved object,, and men and women exchange their hirsute tokens indiscriminately. A romantic son of foggy London wears a chain made of the hair of his betrothed around his neck. At the end a golden heart is fastened w hich he drops into his vest pocket like a watch. A young American woman and her lover had diamonds set into their front teeth during their engagement as a token of fidelity to each other. After the wedding they had them taken out and set into rings. A certain famous tragedian gave to his fiancee as a bridal ring a golden finger nail. Through accident she hud lost the nail from her left ring finger. To replace this with as valuable a ’’scratcher” as he could, the lovelorn Inespian went to a famous surgeon and offered him a large sum of money for performing the operation of inserting the golden finger nail. The exact meas ure of the nail was taken; it was shaped just as the original had been by taking an impression of that of the right hand* and when it was finished the romantic lover had it engraved with his initials. The operation of inserting the nail was a trifle painful, but the lady cared not in view of this costly and unique gift and the devotion it expressed. In Austria gold-hooped bracelets are very popular. They are worn to the ex clusion of rings by engaged couples. The lover locks upon the arm of his bride to-be the golden circle ami pock ets the key, and she does the same with the man of her choice. It is said that there are fewer broken engagements, in view of the fact that these bracelets must either be filed off by a locksmith if the engaged persons change their minds, or that the ceremony of unlock ing it by the respective persons leads to a friendly adjustment of their quar rels, and often heals the breach.—St. Louis ltepublic. l-nyiiiu In it Supply. “Why, Beasley, you’re grossly intoxi cated.’’ “I know it. Coin’ nup to Alnshka.” “What’s Alaska got to do with your getting drunk?” “Whisky’s dollar a glass in Alaska. I’ru tryin’ to get fu-full ’fore I go.”— Cleveland Plain Dealer. Not of HIm Own. “Pilcher seems to have troubles of his own.” “1 guess you don’t know Pilcher.” “Why not?” “He’d have 'em in his wife’s name.”— Chicago Journal.