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T HE Jenkinses' donkey was as
well known in Charlottesville as
the schoolteacher, minister or
doctor. For twenty years or
more it had hauled the family and the
family produce in and out of town.
There were many who could remember
it when young and clapper, but the
passing years had altered its age, ap
pearance and disposition very much in
deed. When left in front of the store
he did not need to be tied and afford
ed an effective illustration of the prin
ciple of inertia to the master of the :
village school. !
"When a moving body comes to rest," ;
he would say to pupils of the class in
physics, "it remains as inert as the
Jenkinses' doukey until some extrane
ous impulse starts it up again."
The Jenkinses had prospered, owing,
all agreed, quite as much to the capa
bilities of Jehu as to any other mem
ber of the family, and they now pos
sessed a team of horses that could
travel faster and farther than the pa
tient ass and carry twenty times as
much. What to do with this superan
nuated supernumerary had become the
greatest problem of the household, and
the hired man. who had just come in
from the barn with a couple of Jelm's
heel marks upon his person, angrily
proposed that the "doggone beast be
"Shot!" cried the sharp voice of Mrs.
Jenkins as if a pistol had suddenly
gone off. "I'd like to see it tried!"
"Oo soot my Zelioo, and *1 soot oo!"
exclaimed little Bobby, who loved the
donkey as he loved his life.
"Foot- old Jehu! Lie's seen his best
days! We'll have to get rid of him
somehow," Mr. Jenkins said, taking
Bobby in his arms and gazing at the
once active and useful donkey, who
had now laid his chin across a pair of
bars and was gazing retrospectively
into the distance.
"And so have some of the rest of ns,
but it doesn't follow that we have to
lie shot, does it?" Mrs. Jenkins asked,
looking savagely at the back of the
hired man, who was limping up and
down the room.
"Fodder's scarce," suggested Tom,
the oldest son, a thrifty fellow who
was working his father's farm on
"And you can bet your sweet life
that old .Teliu hasn't lost his appetite
with his teeth," laughed Dan. the sec
ond son, a whimsical, happy go lucky
youngster of sixteen, who saw the
funny side of everything.
"It's a shame to talk so slighting!}'
about our dear and faithful friend!"
exclaimed the daughter Susie, whose
gentle voice was always lifted in be
half of weakness or of suffering.
"But he hasn't done a lick of work
for six months, and he's got the heaves
so that you can hear him breathe a
mile away! He keeps me awake
nights! I'm for selling him to a ped
dler!" Dan replied, seizing this prom
ising opportunity to tease his sister,
whom lie secretly adored.
"I consider that the height of in
gratitude!" Susie answered, looking re
proachfully at her brother.
"Nevertheless, old Jehu is a prob
lem," Father Jenkins said.
"Not as long as there is grass in the
meadow or fodder in the stall!" his
wife declared In a tone of voice that
invariably terminated family disputes
and now led her husband to reply;
"All right. Emily! If you say keep
him, keep him it is! I reckon he won't
live long anyway!"
"No! lie'll go off in one of his
coughing spells or choke on a corn
stalk. poor old honker!" Dan declared
gayly, as if announcing the most cheer
ful event in the world, but started
down the path to the bars and patted
the nose of the ass.
With the cantankerousuess of old
age. Jehu snapped at the caressing
hand, and with the swift impulsive
ness of youth Dan slapped him on the
"Take care!" called his father's ad
monishing voice.
! "IfS the only language he hasn't for
gotten!" Dan rejoined.
At this moment the bell on the top of
a tall pole by the kitchen door begau
to ring. The "hands" came hurrying
from the barn, and the family assem
bled round the table, loaded with good
things. The serious business of satis
fying the clamorous demands of nature
put the thought of Jehu put of every
mind, but at the conclusion of the
meal Dan led the limping donkey down
the long lane to the pasture between
fences over the rails of which the
woodbine was clambering and in whose
corner the sumac with its red blossoms
and the elderberries with their purple
fruit were standing thick.
Letting clown the bars, he stuck his
thumb into the lean ribs of the donkey
and when that resentful creature rear
ed aiul kicked chuckled with a Ixnind
less joy. *.
"You're spizzeriuktuin v hasn't ail
burned up yet, oh. old man?" he said.
: Jehu did not reply, but stood with his
! back turned until Dan replaced the
; bars and went away, when he laid his
chin upon the topmost rail and watch
; ed his youthful master with a medita
! tive eye. What his reflections were a
! man may only guess; but. judging from
j the expression of his countenance, they
j were a gloomy mixture of skepticism,
j cynicism and despair of life. After he
; had ruminated for a long time upon
the mysteries of existence Jehu turned
I away to break his fast. The weather
had been moist, and the grass in the
: meadow was succulent. Into its cool
sweetness he dug his aged nozzle and
chewed the few shreds which his worn
and widely scattered teeth could tear
away, with mild regrets for vanished
youth. After he had satisfied his ap
petite he looked about. A flock of
sheep were pastured in the field- Some
of them were lying down, blinking at
the sun and reflectively chewiug the
cud. Sidling up to these, one after an
other, he poked his nose into their ribs
and roused them up. Was it a spirit
of innocent mischief like Dan's that
made him do it or envy of their hap
piness or restlessness of heart? And
why was it that he crept quietly be
hind a young colt and kicked him in
the thigh, lifting up his raucous voice
in a loud, triumphant honk as the
frightened filly squealed; and started
down the pasture on a run? Of all the
inarticulate and untranslatable sounds
of nature that honk was the most star
tling and mysterious! What was its
true significance? An outpouring of
joy, sorrow, anger or despair?
Amid the traditions thin ting around
the school yard there whs one about
old Jehu's honk. ^TheAc ; "her had been
accustomed to insnïiss thé school at
the sound of a steam whistle which al
ways blew at noon. One day it blew
too soon, site thought, but closed the
too soon, site thought, but closed the
recitation, opened the door and let out
the eager throng of little people, only
to learn that it was the voice of Jehu
site had heard!
More titan once during the morning
Jehu lifted tip his deep, incompre
hensible and farreaching voice, but
had tlie Jenkins family not been com
pletely absorbed in their tasks they
would have noticed that in the after
noon it suddenly assumed a different
tone. Not only did it become more fre
quent, more insistent anil more remote,
but had a plaintive aud a pleading
quality that had never been heard in It
before. And, worse than this, it final
ly had ceased to sound at all!
But in the multitude of sounds that
fell upon the family ears from roosters,
cattle, sheep and farm machines Jehu's
voice was mingled and lost. When it
ceased, it was not missed. No one had
bestowed a thought upon the old gray
donkey until Susie and little Bob went
hand in hand down the long lane to
drive the cattle home
"Where's my Zelioo?" asked the
child, whose sharp eyes detected his
absence from the crowd of living
things about the bars.
Casting Iter eye over the pasture.
Susie saw that lie was gone. Inex
plicable as this scorned at first, she
quickly found the reason why. Just
inside the bars there was an old well
which had mysteriously gone dry aud
been covered up by heavy planks.
With a start of terror, site observed
that this covering had been broken
through aud that in the splinters of
the boards were long tufts of Jehu's
almost snow white hair.
"Help, help!" she screamed, putting
her pretty bands to her lips and shout
ing to Iter brothers in a neighboring
"What's the matter?" they inquired,
throwing down their lioes and starting
on a run
"Jehu's fallen in the well! Quick!
Quick!" she cried. In a few moments
tiie news had traveled ail around the
farm, and the different me miters of the
family came running from the fields,
the barn, the house, to find Susie
wringing Iter hands in helpless grief
and little Bobbie howling through his
tears, "My Zehoo's—fallen— in—ze—
well ; zo— tiatigbty —ole— well !"
It is otte thing to discuss the prob
lem of what to do with an old and
faithful servant like the donkey when
he is alive, and it is quite another to
stand by a deep well into which he has
fallen and where lie may be suffering
agonies from broken bones.
" 'Era's a
exclaimed the
man, who that very morning laid pro
posed to shoot him in cold Wood.
"Who knows how much you are to
blame—yourself!" exclaimed the im
placable Mrs. Jenkins, wiping her blue
eyes with a checked apron whose color
matched them to a shade.
"Do you think he's dead?" asked
Dan in a ghastly whisper, remember
ing with remorse that his last act had
been one of disrespect, if not unkind
pretty 'ow-de-do!" ptteonslv i
he kind hearted Yorkshire- I
"As a doornail!" Tom sententionsly
, ej>!jc( , ;
"How deep's the well?" the mother |
Some thought it ten and others twen- |
ty feet, but all agreed that at Jebu.*3
advanced age even a doukey could not
possibly survive so hard a fall Un
questionably the faithful ass was dead.
"Strange solutiou of the problem
what to do with Jehu, isn't it?" Mr.
Jenkins asked in a voice whose tone
of too affected grief led Mrs. Jenkins
to remark:
*T do believe you're glad lie's dead!"
"Oh, no. my dear!" lie said, resenting
her reproach with a «piite sincere an
ger. "I'm not exactly glad he's dead;
but, then, you know, he had to die
some time and in some way. and' 1
reckon he found this one 'bout as sat
isfactory as any. He's l«een a good
mule, and I'm as sorry as anybody,
only I'm honest enough to say that he's I
been saved a lot of suffering, and
we've been saved a lot of trouble!"
"Better not preach his funeral ser
mon till you really know lie's dead!
Remember 'bout that editorial on
Judge Hancock, don't you?" observed
the irrepressible Daniel, referring to a
newspaper eulogy on the character of
a distinguished citizen who had in
sisted upon defeating the prognostica
tions of the whole medical fraternity
and surviving to read his own obit
"Oh, he's dead all right," Tom as
serted, "or you'd hear him honk or
kick or heave. Listen! There isn't
any sound, you see. Old Jehu's done
for. Better bury him right where lie
is, hadn't we, father? it's not often
that any one so accommodatingly dies
in his own grave."
"Yes, if you're sure. I wouldn't like
to bury him alive." the farmer an
swered and kicked a little loose earth
into the well, adding after listening a
minute; "That settles it! Better get
some shovels and begin."
The time consumed by the hired men
in going to the barn for tools was prof
itably employed in eulogies upon the
character and accomplishments of the
dead donkey, and never were there
more kind and complimentary tributes
paid to the worth of any creature down
below the scale of human life. Anil
yet it . must be sadly said that there
was still in every breast but Bobbie's
that pitiless joy that wells up from
living bosoms over open graves Who
ever died, man or beast, but the gap
ing crowd consoled its sorrows, some
with tiie reflection that they would
now be relieved from a heavy burden
of care, some that there would be more
standing room on earth, some that they
could uow wear the abandoned shoes
and some that they could spend the
substance of the dead? But these are
feelings which we try to cover up
from our own eyes as well as those of
others, and Mrs. Jenkins, who could
not perfectly succeed in doing so. was
quite as much relieved as all the rest
when the men came back with the
tools and the rough interment was be
How thoughtful the good old donkey
seemed to every one! If he had de
llberafely planned to save them trou
ble. he conlil not have arranged the
circumstances of his death more con
veniently. When the well was dug the
earth had not been carried off and now
lay a collar round its mouth The sex
tons simply had to push it back.
It was not a very deep well either
and would require so little time for
filling that everybody lingered to see
the last of the obsequies of the poor
old ass. The men wore strong and
spelled each other at the work. Shov
elful after shovelful of earth tumbled
into the gaping bole with a dn!l thud
From the sound of the falling clods it
was evident that the grave was nearly
filled Mrs. Jenkins and Susie were
turning sadly away when suddenly an
from tiie lips of the workmen. They !
turned and with unbelieving eyes be- i
exclamation of astonish aient
i heU1 01,1 J «* n r ! si " s " laini ^ ,nt ®
I stamping the falling earth wjth bis
hoofs and making a solid platform up
on which he steadily rose In something
of the way the poet says that good
men do—upon stepping stones of their
dead selves to higher tilings!
For an instant quite a solemn silence
brooded over the scene, and then young
Daniel voiced a universal thought. "By
Jinks." he said, "it's hard to keep a
good man down!"
In the single eye of the old jackass,
who gazed about that circle of mourn
ere whose sorrow had been turned less
; into joy than amazement, there was a
| triumphant and some thought a malev
oient look which seemed to say piain
| er words, "On top again!
"Clearing!" That word is the order
for the shuffling of many feet and the
Methods of the Big Bank Ex
change In New York City.
The Way Millions on Millions of Dol
lars In Checks Change Holders In a
Few Minutes In the Daily Balancing
of Accounts Between Banks.
patteriug of thick envelopes upon hard
wood. Men with leather bags hung
against their chests like bass drums
pass up aud down rows of desks at j
which other men sit and as they go by
deftly hand out brown paper packages
containing the equivalent of millions in
gold. Thus do the banks of New York
transfer money each business day.
As vast as the figures involved in the
operation are, they do not make an
impress upon the mind. One is more
apt to wonder whether the gray haired
messenger in the blue serge suit would
succeed in disorganizing the line if he
gave the wrong envelope to bank No.
49 and, if so, whether he would be con
demned forever by his associates. But
no one seems to make a mistake, and
the visitor lias no reason to worry
about the possibility of misplacing $28,
000,000 even for half a second. The
machinery of the clearing house is al
most too perfect to slip a cog.
The clearing house begins to show
signs of activity as early as 9:30 o'clock,
when the vanguard of bank runners
makes its appearance. They travel in
pairs and are mostly young men, al
though the veterans have not all re
tired. Their badge of office is a bag,
any sort of bag, suit case, telescope,
kit bag, canvas bag. Sometimes it has
the name of the bank it came from
printed across the end. More often it
bears no distinguishing mark.
Further, its identity is frequently
hidden behind an exceedingly shabby
exterior. That is perhaps a virtue. At
all events, it is not considered good
form in banking circles to be ostenta
tious. A strong bag even though it he
old aud chafed is just as good a vehicle
for a fortune as a new one and is less
likely to produce, burnings in tiie heart
of a thug. So this is tiie reason why
the young men who sweep up the mar
ble stairs look as if they were carrying
bags filled with their own clothing in
stead of other persons' checks. Self
conscious they are not despite the loads
they carry, and one might well imagine
they were going upstairs to change
their garments for gymnasium suits.
But when the visitor reaches the floor
above and climbs to the little gallery
at one end he realizes that not basket
ball, but another game, is to be played.
Already the players are preparing to
take their positions. At the side walls
are benches on which delivery clerks
ate sitting, their bags at their sides,
aud opposite is a solid counter divided
into about seventeen compartments, to ;
the front of which are affixed. If occu- |
pied, the name plates of different
banks. Beyond the first is a second
counter and between the two a rack for
hats and overcoats. A broad aisle with
more 1 tenches aud hatracks separates
the two rows of'couuters from dupli
cates on the opposite side of tiie room.
Settling clerks, who take their places
on high stools behind the outer rows'
of counters, face the walls. Those at
the inner counters face the center aisle,
At the elbows of the settliug clerks j
stand their assistants, who are re
qulreil to sign the exchange slips pre
sented with each package of checks.
As the clock nears 10 one glances
from the high dome, with its row of
electric lights, to the scene below. The
clerks at the compartments have made
themselves comfortable. The messen
gers standing at ease before them
have slung their bags and are ready.
A minute passes. A man appears at
the rostrum in the gallery and rings a
gong twice. Eyes below are uplifted
as he makes an announcement about
out of town banks finit will hereafter
clear through different correspondents.
That is not of particular interest, but
he pauses. briefly and then utters the
i magic word, "Clearing!"
The messenger for bank No. 1 crosses
the room at one end of the counters
and takes the place of No. 97, who has
moved down a pace. Simultaneously
I fifty other men have taken a step for
ward, and the tramping and scraping
of feet come regularly. No. 1 has
slapped an envelope down before the
! clerk at No. 97's compartment, dropped
! a ticket into a slot, offered an exchange
: slip for siguing and passed on to No.
96 without uttering a word. Each of
No. I s fifty associates lias duplicated
his performance in every detail, and
Bo tiie exchanges, as they are called,
; have been fairly started.
In the meantime the settling clerks
are doing their share of the work,
! Long sheets of paper in front of them
i are being filled out with the total
amounts of the checks presented by
the men who are circling about the
counters, making monotonous but not
unpleasant sounds with their feet
Suddenly, when you are just beginning
to understand what it is all about, a
halt is called. No one says anything,
but every one stops. You ask why,
and some one says the exchanges have
been completed. You ask how $300,
000,000 can change hands in exactly
fifteen minutes by the clock, and the
same person looks at you with a pity
ing smile and remarks. "Why, you've
just seen it done."
There is marked silence for a mo
ment after the feet have stopped mov
ing. The crowd In the room begins to
thin out, for the delivery clerks are
going, taking with them the packages
of checks which have been deposited
with the settling clerks. The latter
still have work to do. Their assistants
rescue the little tickets from the com
partments into which they were drop
ped, and the settling clerks scan the
amount of them to see if they agree
with the totals on the exchange slips.
When first he entered the room the
settling clerk gave the proof clerk in
the manager's gallery the amount of
the checks he brought with him. Now
he ascertains the total of the amount
deposited with him. Soon he is able
to tell whether his bank has a debt or
credit balance, and this information he
communicates to the proof clerk. Then
the clearing house knows exactly how
much cash will have to be moved from
bank to bank in adjusting balances.
Forty-five minutes is the limit allow
ed for making the exchanges and prov
ing the balances, and fines may be im
posed If the allotted time Is exceeded.
But It Is rarely necessary to impose
fines, so rapid Is the work of the mes
sengers and so simple the system of
exchange. Most of the work is done
before the messengers get to the clear
ing house. The checks for exchange
with other banks are Inclosed in sep
arate envelopes, and these envelopes
are arranged In consecutive order in
the delivery clerk's bag, so ail needless
delay in depositing them Is eliminated.
To make the clearing finally complete
It Is of course necessary to exchange
the cash. "Accordingly," says James
G. Cannon in his book on "Clearing
Houses," "before half past 1 o'clock
each debtor bank, In compliance with
the requirements of the constitution,
pays into the clearing house the amount
of its debit balance and obtains a re
ceipt for the same signed by the as
sistant manager. After half past 1
o'clock the creditor banks receive at
the clearing house their respective bal
ances and give their receipts for the
same In a book provided for that pur
pose, but In no case can a creditor
bank receive Its balance until all the
debtor banks have paid In."—New York
The Best Place to Study the Ways of
the Wily Natives.
The place of all places to see the
Moorish jteople is at their markets, for
every class and kind of them is there,
and when you have seen one market
you have seen them all, for there Is a
racial similarity In the Moors the world
The first thing about a Moorish mar
ket that attracts the attention of a
traveler Is the farreaching odor or,
rather, the multiplicity of odors, for
there is a composite character about
the smell of a Moorish market that can
not be equaled anywhere outside of
China. Before you can even hear the
continual wrangle anil jangle of the
market place you can smell it.
Once there the interminable jumble
Once there the interminable jumble
of things and folks is disconcerting,
and the evidence of dirt everywhere
takes from an American all desire to
deal In eatables, for t He Moors seem to
be wholly Insensible to dirt of any
kind and every kind and have no objec
tion to fruit anil berries that have come
in unprotected over miles of dusty and
sandv roads.
These people are natural traders, sec
ond to none In their ability to obtain
the highest possible price or equally
ready willingness to let tiie article go
for a mere pittance rather than miss
making a sale.
They will ltegin the price of a lamp
at 3 shillings and after a little haggling
will come down to 1 shilling, lint if you
move on they wllWhnist the lamp into
your hand and ask you to give them
anything for it that you will, and it is
a sale, no difference how small may he
your offer.
In nearly all countries the every
where present and always the same
donkey Is an inevitable adjunct of n
Moorish market. The whole animal
kingdom would lie searched through in
vain to find any creature more wholly
devoid of Impulse and sentiment thun
this imposed upon little beast.
Like n fatalist philosopher, he Is
wholly resigned to the order of things,
anil nothing can cause him to stir from
the even tenor of his ways. Caressing
and even foist do not seem to add any
to his satisfaction, and beating and
abuse do not detract from his tranquil
lity. His fe. lures are perfectly immo
As he stands in the market place one
may pet him and give him bits of grass
or fruit and he will not raise his head
or even open his eyes. He is tin* su
preme. Ineffable resignation in flesh
and blood. And no Moorish market is
complete without him by tiie score.—
World's Events Magazine.
How to Stick Stamps.
"Say," remarked the postoffice clerk
who was off duty ns he watched a
friend affix two stamps to the corner
of an envelope, "why don't you put
those stanqis on horizontally instead
of vertically? Don't you know you
would save a lot of work for us stamp
ers if you put your stamps beside each
other instead of under each other? We
always have to make two strokes when
canceling vertically pasted stamps by
hand, and they don't work well through
the stamping machines either."
"Is that so?" inquired Ills friend as
he took another envelope ami proceed
ed to affix two stamps to it in a ver
tical position. "Then, by the great
horn spoon, why doesn't the govern
ment sell Its stamps in horizontal
lines? Look at these. Here 1 bought
20 cents' worth of two cent stamps,
and they come to me fu vertical lines.
If I buy five twos, I get them attached
one to tie bottom of the other. Do
you think I'm going to the trouble of
tearing etch stamp off just to please a
government clerk by pasting them side
by side? Guess again."—New York

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