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COSTLY 3-CENT PIEGE
PITtSBURG MERCHANT HAS ONS
THAT COST HIM $75.
Tells of the Time He Bet With At.
Fable Stranger in Kansas City
Keepsake From Young Man's
Grandmother.
"See that three-cent piece?" said
Xohn M. Gardner, a retired Pittsburg
merchant, who formerly lived near
Kansas City. He was at the Union
depot the other morning on his way
to visit friends in Wichita, says the
Kansas City Star. "That coin cost me
$75 right here in front of this depot,
and I would not take a hundred for it.
"Twenty years ago this month I
was waiting for a train here. Along
came a stranger, with a smile, and
held out his hand. He said he knew
me, but I convinced him he didn't, and
after he apologized, we went to get
a drink. When we came out we saw a
young man directly in front of us pull
out a handkerchief, and as he did so
something fell from his pocket. The
stranger, who we will' call 'Bud,' called
my attentoin to it. He picked up the
article, which proved to be a heavy
piece of cardboard folded several
times and tied with pink ribbon. Bud
untied the paper and inside was a
thre~eent piece, the very one you see
here. Bud told me to put it in my
pocket and tie the paper again with
out the coin inside. We thought we
would have some fun. We went over
to the depot and found the fellow.
"'Lost anything, stranger?' asked
Bud.
"'Not that I know of,' was the re
ply.
"We insisted on him searching. Sud
denly he looked up with disappoint
ment written all over his face.
"'Yes, boys, I lost a piece of paper
tied up with ribbon, have you fellows
seen it?'
"'Is this it?' I asked, holding out
the paper.
"He made a grab for it. Bud asked
him what he had inside the paper. The
fellow said it was a keepsake, a
three-cent piece which his grand
mother had given him. Bud nudgbd
me and laughed.
"'You mean to say you carry a
three-cent piece in that paper?' said
Bud. Bud then offered to bet there
was not any coin in that paper. They
bet $20. Bud did not have any more
to bet, he said. Then I thought I saw
a chance to make some easy money,
so I bet the fellow $10. He raised me
$20, and we argued back and forth un
til I had $75 up. I knew I couldn't
lose as I had that three-cent piece
right in my pocket. Then the fel
low took the paper and, without unty
ing it, tore it in two. When I saw
a three-cent piece come out of that
paper. I was madder than a hornet.
Bud was holding stakes.
"Several years after I learned that
these two were working that game as
a regular business. Now, every time
some one approaches me with a
scheme I don't know much about, I
reach into my pocket and rub this
three-cent piece, just as a matter of
precaution, you know."'
Money's Part in Marriage.
Scores of persons lose their chances
of being happily married through mak
ing an unneoessary obstacle of money.
The importance of it is often exagger
ated. Many a man hesitates to pro
pose to a girl because of his small in
come. Very often much misery, mis
understanding and tangled lives result
from the silence. More unfortunate
love affairs are the result of what has
not been said than of spoken words.
When a man has a small sure in
come, and a prospect of increase,
there is no legitimate reason for his
not speaking of his love; no reason,
for that matter, to prevent marriage.
People are so desperately afraid,
though, of beginning married life in
a small way. They fear the sacrifices
which they will be called upon to
make-of the criticism to which they
will be subjected. Many years of hap
pines8 are lost in this way. It is such
a mistake for young people to want to
start marriage in the state that their
parents are ending it.
To delay marriage until a "comfort
able" income is available is to prove
something lacking in the love.-An.
ewors, London.
Equal to the Ocoasion.
He had been a writer of novelettes,
but now he was a tramp, The imagin
ative instinct remained with him, how
ever.
"Well," demanded the cold-visaged
lady as she ppened the doori
"Madam," he replied, "I am the ex
fled king of Cambria. I was hunting
in yonder forest, but in some way I
became separated from my retainers,
likewise my gun and purse. I am foot
sore and weary, and I would fain tar
ry awhile and partake of refreshment
at your hospitable board."
"We've got nothing in the hbose
fit for a king to eat," said the lady,
in the same lofty tone; "but I pray
thee tarry while I unchain my bail
bound Tearum. He will escort your
majesty with all ceremony to the
gates, and methinks-"
But the king remembered a press'
nag engagement elsewhere.
Carefree Bohemians.
"Sow would you like to go to a
Bohemian supper? Lots of litesrary
people and all that."
"No; the Bohemians ars te free
and easy for me. Last tiaUn I went
they ran out of cheese sa Wsread
the ,adwlehee with libra geste"
IO EXPLORE THE DEAD SEA
Berman Expedition Has Started to In.
vestlgate Mysteries of That
Body of Water.
Isn't it a remarkable fact that so
little is known about the Dead sea
supposed scene of one of the greatest
tragedies in all history? A German
expedition is on its way thither,
equipped with a large motor boat and
modern sounding apparatus. Only two
expeditions have preceded this one.
The first was fitted out by an Ameri
san, Lieutenant Lynch, in 1848, and
was rather more thorough in its
work than would have been expected
before the days of motor craft and
deep sounding apparatus. The sec
ond exploration was made in 1864, by
the duke de Luynes, but did not com
pare in efficiency with the Lynch in
vestigations.
To anybody who has seen the Dead
sea at close quarters the surprising
thing is that it does not contain any
animal life. The Sea of Tiberias is
prolific in fish, and the Jordan must
carry large quantities of them into the
Dead sea. What becomes of them?
Is there an outlet? If so, where does
It empty? Like the Caspian, it is
lower than the Mediterranean sea.
Seen from the Mount of Olives on a
clear day, due east, the Dead sea
looks like a magnificent body of wa
ter-very green under the sun's rays;
but near at hand one has the impres
sion that he is gazing upon a stagnant,
filthy pool. Not only is the water sat
crated with salt and many other min
oral substances, but a coating of bitu
minous, glue-like scum is near the
shore, unless a strong wind has
driven it into the lake. The feeling
of the body, after leaving the water,
is highly disagreeable.
Some people with sensitive skins
suffer from a rash, like the sting of
nettles, after taking a dip in the filthy
pond. Whence comes this oleaginous
scum? Likely as not there is a de
posit of bitumen somewhere in the re
glon, similar to that greatest physical
mystery on earth-the Trinidad lake
of pitch. Or there may be petroleum
among those desolate hills. At Bake,
on the western shore of the Caspian
sea, are the greatest spouting oil wells
on earth.-Brooklyn Eagle.
Reporting News an Art.
You will find before I am done that
I have a proper conceit of myself. I
think I know what news is and how
to prepare it equally for the tea table
and the breakfast table. Like victuals,
it may be served hot and savory, or
raw and unsavory, be brought on plain
or be dressed and decorated to suit
the varying public taste. There is in
this, as in cooking, an art.
A fine ruddy murder, like a fair
round of beef, may be ruined in the
roasting, and a scandal fat and juicy,
blond and frowsy, be wholly spoiled by
a figurative excess of vinegar and gar
lic. A skillful chef can take a few
scraps and fabricate a dish to delight
a gourmet.
So the deft reporter can put this
and that together and piece a story
to stir the town. In both cases, how
ever, there must be a basis of fact.
rhe essential ingredients must be
there. It is given to no man to make
a silk purse out of a sow's ear; to
no cook to render a saute out of saw
lust and bootheels; to no reporter to
turn a scoop out of a lie.-Henry Wat
terson before Boston Press Club.
The "Baby McKee" Jokes.
One day, in the course of business,
I found myself in Mrs. Harrison's
presence. That she was suffering
keenly needed no telling. She had
been reading some of the newspapers;
and as I approached she raised her
eyes and exclaimed:
"Oh, Colonel Crook, what have we
done!"
Shocked at her appearance I said:
"I do not understand, madam. What
do you mean?"
"What have we ever done," she ex
claimed, "that we should be held up
to ridicule by newspapers, and the
president be so cruelly attacked, and
even his little, helpless grandchildren
be made fun of, for the country to
laugh at?"
For a moment I did not know what
to reply; and she continued:
"If this is the penalty for being
president of the United States, I hope
the good Lord will deliver my hus
band from any further experience."
W. H. Crook in "Memories of the
White House."
Far-Sighted Editor.
The editor of an up-state weekly had
advertised a year's subscription as a
prise for the largest potato grown in
the community. The competition wal.
ed warm, and the enterprising newspa
per man was hard pressed to aooom
modate the scores of tubers which
flooded the printing o.lce. His com
petitor, meeting him on the street, at
tempted to "kid" the potato booster on
his "commission market."
"You don't expect to increase your
uireulation this way?" scoffed the
rival
"Here's the propdsiti'on," answered
the editor. "I'm out a dollar and a half
subscription. But as near as I can fig.
are spuds at 85 cents a bushel, I'm
in exactly seven dollars. I'm going to
try rutabegas next!"-Milwaukee Wis
sonsin.
Liked Variety.
When six-year-old Harry was saying
his prayers at his mother's knee one
sight he failed to say "Amen."
"Harry," asked his mother, "have,
a't you forgotten something?"
"Oh, say, mamma," was the s
sponse, "I'm tired of always saying
I 'men.' I'm going to say 'A womnar.'"
Lad he did
BEST OF ALL BARBERI
TO BE 8HAVIED BY AMERICAN N.
GRO WAS A DELIGHT.
Entertaining, Skllful and Humorous,
He Has Been Supplanted by the
More Business-Like Modern
Tonsorial Artist.
The tear of regret may glisten for a
moment in the corner of the eye .of
some elderly man when he revisits in
imagination the barber shop of long
ago. That was in the day when in
the middle west popular prejudice
held fast to the opinion that the negro
was a natural barber, the American
negro the best barber in the world.
He knows more about family trees
than any college of heraldry-if there
is such an institution-could possibly
know and how long and interesting
he would talk of your folks' folks in
Lexington, Ky.!
"Let me rest yo' hat, and yo' coat,
sah. Yes, sir, Judge G. was heah this
mornin' and Col. B. got out of the
cheer only a few minutes ago."
With' a sigh of anticipated comfort
you sank into the chair and stretched
out your legs. "Yes, sah, yo' really do
need a shave, sah. It's a pleasure fo'
me to shave you. Yo' beard is just
as it should be. Now and then I get a
rough neck with squirrel whiskers
that upsets me fo' a whole day."
Perhaps you may recall a story in
an old text book about a very differ
ent kind of a barber, that began after
this fashion.
"A prating barber who waited upon
a certain king, came one day to trim
his hair and asked him: 'Sire, how
will you have it done?' 'Silently,' said
the king.
It is not necessary to continue that
story, the Indianapolis News remarks.
One may know at once that the bar
ber of this churlish king was not a
negro. He was probably a mere ton
sorial artist, wholly devoid of the de
lightful charm of entertaining that is
possessed in so high a degree by the
blAck knight of the razor-one might
now, alas, call him the disinherited
knight, as so many have come in to
crowd him from his place.
Only one superfluous question would
he ask, and that was from long estab
lished habit: "Does she pull, sah?"
Yet he well knew that in his skillful
hand the keen blade was as light as
gossamer, for as he afterward ad
mitted he had "honed and stropped her
down finer'n a gnat's heel." How
deftly he would spread the cool lather
over the rough and razorable cheek
and chin! With what tender care be,
avoided the wart that nestled on your
upper lip, close to your nose, and
never say a word about this blemish
on a very handsome face!
But you did not get out of the chair
in any such brief time as this tale
has required in its telling. By no
means. How he would daily about
you, comb and shears in hand, clip
ping here and there an infinitesimal,
bit of hair .Olich, in his critical judg
ment, spoilt the symmetry of hit
work. And, at last, as though loath
to let you go until his sense of the
perfection of his work had been satis
fled in every artistic detail, he would
still detain you for a last lingering, re
gretful inspection, following you to
the door and watching your shadow as
it lengthened in the afternoon sun.
What a genial humor he bad, what
a knowledge of human nature, white
and black? The newspaper, even then,
was well enough in its way, but not
to be compared as a news teller to
him who gave the gossip of the dear
old town with a racy, flavor and pic
turesque beauty that proclaimed the
master. The new barber has a finer
shop and sometimes a foreign accent,
is more matter of fact and business.
like, but-candidly, you know he is
not-well, he's not the old barber.
Germany and Heine.
Lord Haldane in his recent univer
sity address, "Great Britain and Ger
many: A Study in Ethnology," had
words of reproach for Germany con
cerning her treatment of Heine. He
pointed out that Germany in the end
of the eighteenth and the beginning of
the nineteenth century had her Eliza
bethan age, so far as literature and
philosophy were concerned:
How much poorer would the whole
world be but for this period of Ger
man life, in which she for the time
outstripped every other country! Yet
even then she indulged in tendencies
which needed correction, and if she
had listened t Heinrich Heine they
might have been corrected and the
outlook enlarged. And now the re
vanche was in progress, much as
Heine predicted, and, looking at the
German railway bookstalls he could
see that the spirit of Paris was ad
vanidng on Berlin. It need not have
been so, and it should not have been
so. and Heine told of a better way.
Had his counsel been listened to there
would have been no Nietzsche period
--eo at least it seemed to a foreigner.
Suspicious Move.
"That woman views me with con.
Aderable suspicion."
"Why should she view you with
suspicion, Mrs. Wopp?"
"Well, you see, we have been living
in the same apartment house for the
last seven years and once in an un
guara 3d moment 1 bowed to her."
Both Had to Guess.
"B thelilnda writes a very peeuna
nanid," said Maude.
"Yes," replied Maymle. "It's just a
lot e straight lines and angles. Whas
you read it. you have to guess at he
spellg, the same as she does."
FEW POLICEMEN IN BOSTON
New Yorlk Woman, Who Had'Lost HNi
Way, Discovers Officer After Walk.
ing Many Blocks.
A young woman from New York, on
one of her rare visits to Boston, found
herself getting unusually bewildered
in the labyrinth of streets converging
at the South Terminal station. With
the immediate instinct of the New
Yorker, who can usually be sure of
itiding an officer stationed at every
crossing, she turned to look for a
policeman. But no policeman was
io thcoming.
After walking a good many blocks
'r:e at last sighted a bluecoat. But he
was going in the wrong direction-the
direction away from her. At the end
of a hundred yards of hot pursuit she
overtook him.
"Oh," she gasped, "are you the only
policeman in Boston?"
The stalwart son of Erin stood look
ing quizzically down on her; then his
face widened in a slow smile.
"No, lady," he said, and his grin
broadened in appreciative tribute to
the flushed earnestness of the face up
turned to his. "there's me, and a boy."
-Youth's Companion.
Baby Liked the Tag.
"They have the finest plan up in
Warren," said a stout lady in a de
partment store; "people who attend re
vival meetings in the tabernacle can
leave their babies in a nursery near
the entrance."
"How do they keep track of them?"
inquired her companion.
"Easiest thing in the world," was
the reply. "They tag them."
"Huh!" exclaimed the friend, "not
for mine."
"What is your objection to the
plan?" came the inquiry.
"I tried that once when Billy Sunday
was in town," was the reply, "and my
baby ate the tag."
TALKED A WHOLE LOT.
Wigson-When your wife caught
you hugging the chambermaid I sup
pose she was speechless with amaze.
ment.
Wagson - Speechless! Say, you
don't know my wife.
Remarkable.
"A funny thing happened at the ban.
4uet last night."
"Did somebody quit speaking before
he had made everybody weary?"
"No. A preacher who was called on
for some remarks succeeded in getting
through without telling a story that
had a cussword in it."
The Trouble.
"I hear that Mr. and Mrs. Wright
son are living apart. What is the
trouble ?"
"The same trouble that has caused
many another man and woman to sep*
arate. He had an idea that she was
his wife, but it was her belief that he
was merely her husband."
The Invalid.
"You know that ballplayer who has
a glass arm, a weak knee and a game
ankle-the one who only finished in
five games during the season?"
"Yes; what about him?"
"He's going to work in a stoneyard
through the winter."
Unconscious Truth.
Church-Here's an advertisement or
a railroad's night trains. It says "You
go to sleep in Philadelphia and wake
up in New York."
Gotham-Well, I don't generally
take stock in railroad advertisements,
but I guess that one's true, all right.
We Have Met Him.
"Would you call Bliggins a clever
man?"
"Certainly," replied Miss Cayenne.
"He is not intellectual, but he is won,
derfully clever in concealing the tact
from strangers."
Justifiable Suspiolon.
"I guess I must be getting old."
"Why do you think so?"
"A pretty girl dropped one of her
gloves on the sidewalk this morning
and I permitted another man to beat
me to it."
Surely Not.
Belle-Don't you think conditions
adapt themselves to the fashions
Beulah-Oh, yes, when the women
wore crinolines they didn't have these
little narrow fiats."
No Taste for Them,
"I notice that you always have a
box at the horse show. Are you a
lover of horses?"
"Oh, dear mel I'm a strict vqget
ria."
Aocommodating.
Tramp--M'am, I want a bite.
Waga --All rlght. Hmere, T0wM
MANURE AS GOOD AS A BANK
Pennsylvania Station Makes 1xpe4
ment Shoving That Fertlllser
Should Be Spread at Onoe.
One of the experiment stations
Penneylvania-made a valuable ex
periment with manure. It was found
that manure when spread on the field
as fast as made suffered little loss of
its fertilizing constituents though less
than two-fifths of the dry matter of
the feed and bedding was recovered
in the manure.
Manure that was thrown out and
kept in a covered shed lost one-third
of its nitrogen, one-fifth of its potash
and one-seventh of its phosphoric
acid.
Only one-third of the dry matter
of food and litter was recovered in
the manure. The potash and phos
phoric acid probably escaped by seep
age of the liquid manure into the clay
bottom.
The nitrogen was volatilized and
escaped into the air in. the form of
carbonate of ammonia.
The money value of the fertilizing
constituents lost in the covered shed
as compared with manure left to be
trampled down was equivalent to 2.50
for each steer fed for six months.
Hence it was found that if there is
a tight floor and abundant bedding
that can be trampled into a compact
mass, the manure loses very little, if
any, of its fertilizing value so long.as
the animals remain on it.
Therefore, this method is very much
superior to the piling in a covered
shed. But when this trampled ma
nure is taken out do not pile it to
heat and waste, but haul it at once
to the field where plants are waiting
for it.
The whole process depends on the
complete trampcing to exclude the air
and to prevent the carbonation of am
monia.
But whenever it is practicable it is
better to haul out and spread the
manure as fast as it is made for there
is less loss of its value lying spread
on the land than in any other way.
If the potash and phosphoric acid
leach out they will be absorbed and
retained by the soil until plants call
for them and as there is no fermen
tation the nitrogen will be retained
in the organic matter until nitrific
ation takes place after it is buried in
the soil.
CLEAN PLACE FOR MILKING
Separate Rooms Should Be Provided
and Care Taken to Exclude
Dust and All Odors.
(By WALTER B. LEUTZ.)
Cows should never be milked in the
same stable or stall where they are
fed if it can possibly be avoided. It
will pay 'to provide a separate room
in bad weather and this room should
be so arranged that no dust or odors
from the barn can enter it. In good
weather cows should be milked in the
open air.
If cows are milked in the barn
where hay and other feeds are kept
the mangers should be filled several
hours before milking time and the
floors well sprinkled just before milk
ing begins.
The main thing is to keep the dirt
out of the milk in the first place be
cause when it has once gotten in no
amount of straining will take all of
it out. Running the milk through a
strainer does not mean that it is made
clean by the process. Of course the
best way is to milk trrough a strainer
into a covered pail as that keeps out
the dirt.
Of course most farmers will say
that all this trouble is not worth while
but it is. That is it is worth while if
a man really wants to provide milk
that is absolutely clean. Of course if
he doesn't care to do this and is will
ing to send to the market foul and
tainted milk nothing is worth while.
Just go ahead and milk in any old
way and any old place regardless of
dust, stable odors or any other con
taminating elements, but this never
pays in the long run.
Sheep and the 811o.
The value of silage as the cheapest
and best succulent for cattle and hogs
is fully established.
For sheep and especially for lambs
its very cheapness is apt to tempt to
its overuse, says Farm and Fireside.
The successful feeding of lambs de
pends largely on their being offered
great variety of food while in the
yards. They find it for themselves
when at pasture. This also applies
to ewes while suckling.
Much damage is often 'done by care
less feeding of sour or moldy silage
A few roots, turnips, mangels, beets,
good bright timothy or clover hay,
with bran and linseed oil meal with
their grain ration, are the safe and
well proved producers of healthy ewes
and prime lambs.
Grading the Swine.
Grade the hogs as to size, thrift and
general condition and separate them
into two or three lots before begin.
ning to feed them for the market.
You thus will realize greater profiti
from the sale of swine, since each
herd will be more uniform in size and
condition. Besides, each lot of hogs
may be fed more economically, since
what meets the needs of some will
not meet the needs of all.
Separating Unthrifty Animal.'
If you have a bunch of hogs feed
ing or growing together and one be
gils to show even slight signs of unu
thrlftiness, separate him from thu
others at once It is likely to be good
for him, and it will certainly be safei
tor the othl
HOW' Td TELL THE WEATHER
Peoulli't Actions of Many Animals
Taken ae Sure Indication of
Rain, Snow, Wind or Calm.
SI a cat sheeze it is a sign of rain.
The goat utters a peculiar cry before
rain.
When the fox barks at night it will
storm.
If rhts and mite make much noise
it indicates rain.
If the dog eats grass in the morning
it will surely rain before night.
It the tracks of bear are seen after
thd first snow fall, look for a mild
winter.
The wind will blow from the point
the cat faces when she washes he;
face, and fair weather will follow.
If the bull goes first to pasture, it
will rain; if the cows precede him the
weather will be uncertain.
It is a sign of rain if the cat washes
het head behind the ear. Cats rub
against an object before a storm.
Shdee are said to ascend hills and
scatter before clear weather, but if
they bleat and seek shelter it will
snow.
If the hair of a horse grows long'
early the winter will be mild. The
hair of a horse becomes rough before
rain, and they are frisky before a cold
wave, and restless and uneasy before
a rain.
Sailors do not like cats, and they
have a saying when the cat is frisky
she has a gale of wind in her tail, aid'
a charm is often resorted to in a
calm by throwinng the cat overboard
to raise a storm.
If cows fail in their milk look for
stromy and cold weather. If they bel
low in the evening it will snow before'
morning, and when a cow stops and
shakes her foot there is bad weather
behind her.
If cattle lie down early in the day
expect rain, also when they lick their
fore feet, lie on the right side, scratch
against posts, when they refuse to go
to pasture in the morning, and when
they low and look at the sky.
ILLUSION WITH SMALL DOTS
Hexagonal Figures, Black and White,
Appear to Be of Different Sizes,
but Are Not.
If we look with one eye only, or with
eyes half closed, at these groups of cir.
oular dots they assume the appearance
familiar to us in honeycomb. This
Hexagonal Illusions.
is an effect of the contrast and opposi
tion of the black and white in the sen
sation of the retina.
Although the black and the white
circles are of the same diameter the
irradiation is in their case so intense
that the white circles appear to he
larger than the black.
When Sea Feeds Land.
Seaweed, at one time thought val
ueless, is a wonderful fertilizer. Tons
of it are collected in carts at low tide
by the Cornish farmers, and around
the coast of Jersey
After being dried tn heaps, it is
spread on the land. There its nutri.
tive properties of nitrogen and pot.
ash, in which it is very rich, are ab
sorbed into the soil, and produce
wonderful crops. New potatoes from
Jersey, and spring cabbages from
Lornwall, are raised with seaweed
fertilizer. The sea also furnishes
food for the land in other ways.
Legal Angle.
First Lawyer-1 was looking over
my boy's geometry lesson last night.
I was quite interested in that proposi.
tion that the three angles of a tri.
angle are equal to two right angles.
Seebnd Lawyer-That isn't very
complicated.
First Lawyer-No, but I was try
ing to think what a man could do ii
he had the other side of the case.-
Puck.
Unexpeoted.
The offee boy opened the door and
looked in.
"My grandmother-" he began.
"Bah!" snorted the boss.
"Has Just died."
"Wow!" yelled the boss.
"Has just died and left me a lot of
money-and I've resigned-seer'
knd he softly closed the door.
Little Girl Lost.
Lillian (aged 4)-Mamma, you're
not a girl, are you?
Mamma-No, dear. I used to be s
little girl, but now I'm a woman.
Lillian--Then what became of the
little gig you used to be?
In the Midst of Game.
"What's de matter wid Jimmy!"
"Aw, he feels disgraced for life."
"How's datr'
"His mudder come out yesterdy
and took him home right off eeoeI