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r _ g| rour Or The OpdlnabtJ Sb| ___ —iigS CURING DISEASED METALS It has been discovered that the met al aluminum has a disease, and a careful diagnosis by chemists dis closes the fact that It is proably du to the action of water containing lime. Tin is made ill by extreme cold, and some other metals have their pests just as plants and vegetables have, and It takes careful Investigation an a long series of experiments to learn the source of the trouble. 'The alum inum illness was treated first by Pro fesors Heyn and Bauer of the labora tory at Gross-Lichterfelde, near Ber lin. Cooking utensils were found to be most affected, and the experiments were begun on several pots w hich were made by,cold rolling- Numerous spots on their surface lay in particu lar directions, running straight on the fiat bottom, and in curved lines on the convex ‘■ides. They corresponded to the direction of stretching of the met al. Chemical tests of the deposit at the spots indicated showed the pres ence of water, alumina and lime. Sim ilar metal was then subjected to all the conditions that had surrounded the use of the kitchen utensils. It was early concluded that neither impurities In the metal nor atmospheric changes were responsible for the disease. It appeared, however, that city wa ter had a deleterious effect on the general health of the aluminum sheets undergoing the test. The thickest sheets were attacked by the city wa iter. After analyzing the water and continuing the experiments with dif ferent kinds of water. Professor Heyn was able to decide that lime salts were probably the cause of the dis ease. and suggests that aluminum utensils be subjected as little as pos sible to limy water. ABRAHAM’S OAK, PALESTINE —" - Many pilgrims to that part of Pales tine connected with the history of Abraham visit the tree here pictured. It is known as Abraham’s oak and is evidently so ancient that the natives find no difficulty in believing the le gend that the patriarch sat under the shade of its boughs. SACRED CATTLE FOR BEEF There are nearly 2.500 sacred cat tle of India on the ranches near Pierce and Port Lavaca, Tex., and elsewhere throughout the state of Oklahoma. A strange looking crea ture, indeed, is the sacred cow. Its distinctive characteristic Is a huge lump at its shoulders, an unusually prominent “dewlap” and large, droop ing ears. While the original importa tion of the humped Zuba cattle has grown to a remarkable degree, never theless the most Interest is attached to the crossing of the type with our ■ ■iimii ■up 1 [■■w ■■■■!■—!i'i~Btrn-M-in —i ■ ———-a—r—a——— g — Part of Wall of Hadrian The great Roman barrier in Great Britain, known as the Wall of Hadrian, extends from Bownes on the Solway to Wallsend on the Tyne, and is miles in length. It swerves from a straight line only to take in the boldest elevations on its route, and it never bends in a curve but always in an angle. It was built to repel the Incursions of the northern barbarians Into the tor* tory occupied by the Romans. The part of the wall here shown is at Cuddy s Crag. - QUEENSLAND’S RIFLE FISH There is said to exist in the waters of northern Queensland a fish, meas uring about ten inches in length and averaging a pound and a half in weight, which possess the remarkable power of “shooting its pre}. The “rifle-fish,” as It Is called, is al leged to swim leisurely about the stream a few Inches below the sur face, on the lookout for files and other insects that settle on the dating leaves and twigs or on the surface ot the water plants. When the “rifle fish” gets close enough for the purpose, it discharges at its victim a tiny jet or ball of wa ter which, if shot straight, knocks the nrey into the stream, where It is in stantly gathered in by the shooter. MOTHER GOOSE REAL PERSON Mother Goose, the delight of chil dren for many years past and prob ably the ddllght of many generations Y<=>t to come, was a real person. Her maiden name was Elizabeth Foster. Simon De Montfort’s Towers ■ Among the interesting structures in the old city of Carcassone. in south ern France, is that here pictured, known as Simon de Montfort’s Towers. It Is said these towers were designed to represent the bows of a ship In order to commemorate the builder’s safe return from the crusades. domestic cattle. It has been found that the cross-breeds remain relatively free from ticks while other stock n the same pastures would be literal > covered with these pests, which cause the dreaded “Texas fever,” necessitat ing (he frequent quarantining of the whole southwestern cattle district. The Brahman cross-bred cattle appear likewise to be affected by other parasites and pestiferous insects, such as mosquitoes, hornflies. gadflies, etc., and to withstand better the warm, dry climate and other semi-tropical condi tions present in the g'ulf section of the United States than do the native cat tle. It is also claimed that they make a grade of beef superior to that of the native cattle. Englishmen in India long ago learned that the sacred cattle make excellent beef, the hump, which sometimes reaches a w'eight of 50 pounds, being especially prized. About 30 years ago a number of the sacred cattle were introduced in Texas and crossed with native cattle, but as the original strain gradually deterior ated, the department of agriculture was requested by A. P. Borden to make a further importation of Indian cattle for the Pierce ranch with a view of restoring this strain of blood. The secretary granted him this per mit. but on account of the very dan gerous live stock diseases prevailing in India the department required the strictest possible precautions to pre vent the introduction of any of these contagions. Not only were the ani mals purchased inspected by a repre sentative of the department in India, but also on their arrival here. It was during* one of these examinations In quarantine that it was discovered that three of the zebus were Infected with surra. These were promptly killed and burned. Subsequent examinations showed others to be infected with the disease —probably carried by flies and mosquitoes —and these were promptly killed. On November 14, 1906, the secretary of agriculture released the animals —33 in number —from quaran tine. as the last seven series of test were successively negative and as killing frosts had already occurred, re sulting in the disappearance of all flies and mosquitoes. While the majority of sacred cattle on exhibition in circuses and zoologi She was born in old Charleston, S. C-, and resided there until her marriage with Isaac Goose, when she became the mother of ten children and went to live in Boston. To entertain her charges. Mrs. Goose used to Invent stories in prose and verse, and these were, in course of time, collected by a Boston printer who married one of her stepdaughters. They were pub lished in 1719 with the title, “Songs for the Nursery, or Mother Goose’s Melodies for Children.” The book proved a huge success. Mrs. Goose died in 1757. • , MORE SUGAR WANTED The sugar crop, like many others of the great food crop of the world, is not keeping pace with the growth of popu lation. The increased standard of liv ing, the better scientific knowledge of the dietetic value of sugar and the fa cilities of rapid transportation have made of sugar an absolute necessity in our daily life. Not many genera tions ago sugar was a luxury. The 'copies of countries outside of the nat- cal gardens are of the smaller breeds, weighing about two hundred and fifty pounds and standing not higher than three feet, the types of Indian cattle selected for this importation were of the larger breeds, standing as high as six feet and weighing up to 1,860 pounds. GREAT PAGODA OF WU-CHANG The immense pagoda, built In the best Chinese style of architecture, is one of the interesting sights in the great and progressive city of Wu- Chang, the capital of the province o* Hu-peh. SHEEP OF THE OCEAN The sheep of the sea are the black fish. If one member of a flock or school of these gets headed into a coral reef, or shoal water, or a gran ite cliff for that matter, and gets a bit excited about it, he will rush head long and all his fellows will follow him as though he were leading a Balaklava charge into the jaws of death w hile all the world looked on and applauded. And when the cohorts are withdrawn from one of these fly ing squadron charges and the roll is called there are usually great and yawning gaps In the lines of the school, for fishermen take advantage of the folly of the big fish and slaugh ter them mercilessly when they get helplessly stranded in the shoal water, for this is an occasion of easy money surpassed only by the breaking to pieces of a ship of rich cargo on a rockbound coast. The black fish is a member of the w’hale family and a sort of vest pocket edition of that great fish, or water mammal. The foolish fish ranges from ten to twen ty feet in length, but is very heavy bodied for its inches. It is coarse of fiber and of little value other than as an oil producer, but for this purpose is an unerring source of revenue to the extent of sls to S2O each. The North Atlantic is the playground of the black fish and the fishing grounds along Cape Cod is the section where they most frequently ran amuck. WARMING THE WORLD Artificial warming of the world is one of the greatest of modern prob lems and yet the earth is itself a vast furnace, whose flames are sometimes aggressively active and destructive. Italians are planning to use some of this heat. A boiler is to be Installed at some point where the internal fires of Vesuvius are accessible and hot water is to be piped to the neighbor ing towns. ural sugar belt tasted pure sugar in frequently; they used it in cooking only accidentally; but today, when great steamers make regular trips from Cuba and Hawaii for the sole purpose of carrying sugar across the seas, sugar is .constantly seen on the tables of the humblest laborer. NOTHING LIVES IN DEAD SEA The Dead Sea in Syria is so called because nothing can live in its wa ters. Owing to its density fish could not sink in it, and some of its salts are powerful antiseptics, fatal to any form of life. The salt of the ocean i nearly all common table salt. SAN FRANCISCO’S SUICIDES Official statistics show that more people take their own lives In San Francisco, in proportion to population, thgn in any other ci*y on the conti nent. Tragedy still plays a leading part in the progress of aviation, I ~-."'4^- J -■' t ■ - } , t’;' j* -. ' -4; ■* - : ' . v ’ I In Leap I Year I Martha McCulloch-Williams (Copyright, 1912, by Associate Literary Press.) Morna’s eyes were troubled. There fore her Faithful Heart lost some thing of his joy in the joyous summer day. He knew every change of the eyes—beautiful brown eyes, dark and liquid, set under arched brows and curtained with long, soft, straight lashes. Most lashes so long and thick have a trick of curling upward. Mor na’s rather lay in soft dusk fringe over the splendors underneath, or made a fairy shadow against the healthy pal lor of her oval cheeks. Faithful Heart, of course, had an other name—indifferent folk called him John Speer —"Honest John” more commonly. He was as honest as he was sturdy and ugly, it was an en gaging ugliness, that made children hold out imploring arras to him, and dogs follow wagging the tail in joy. He had grown up knowing Morna and loving her. He could not recall the day since he was ten a. N d she a fairy of four that he had not been conscious of somehow' having in charge. After a sort she belonged to his people, being orphan step daughter to the aunt who mothered him most. He did not live with the motherer, but with two of her spin ster sisters. Both adored him, but being stiff and shy, never dared show him the open tenderness he got from Mrs. Ware. Morna was rising twenty now'— in another six months she would come into her property, a small com petence inherited from her mother, and kept sacredly intact by her step mother. Mrs. Ware was eager to have John press for marriage—no tell ing what a girl might do when she had ready money and absolute freedom in the spending of it. John was not afraid either would go to Morna’s head. Also he had a certain man’s pride in showing his world and hers that if she came to him it would be open-eyed and free from choice, without a trace of com pulsive family influence. He was, indeed, a Faithful Heart — foolishly faithful, foolishly fond It might be. Even as he loved Morna he trusted her. In reward she had al ways been open as the day toward him. That made her present state at once puzzling and unpleasant. If any “ Who Is He?” thing really troubled her, John felt It at once his right and his privilege to know' it and seek a remedy. It was tantalizing that he could not go straight to her —be had Aunt Mar tha's Sunday school boys in charge, to say nothing of the old folk from the poorhouse w'hom Aunt Mary had insisted must be brought to the bas ket meeting. Since it came off upon a Saturday rather than Sunday it owned a holiday aspect in which there was nothing of sacrilege. The countryside for ten miles round about, and almost the whole of two villages, had come together in the big shady grove rimming Asbury meet ing house, to sit under a brush arbor fanned by winds from beaven, hear glad tidings of great joy, then between sermons eat the fat and drink the sweet and hear the news of a whole year. Morna was looking out for the Ware dinner baskets, helped by a slim darkish young fellow wholly strange. John wondered, raging inly. If the dark fellow could be her perplexity. The bravest man in New York made his appearance in a Broadway store one day last week. He carried an enormous bandbox which contained an enormous hat, on which the man wanted what he, con sidered an enormous amount of money refunded. The man was pretty mad, and, while looking for someone who had the authority to negotiate the transaction, he talked loud enough for everybody to hear. “My wife bought this hat,” he said “She doesn’t need it She has already bought three hats. “She paid $35 for this one. She has never worn it. It just came home las' night. I can’t afford to throw all that money away, and I want you to take the hat back. She wouldn’t bring it down, so I undertook the job myself.” “By the side of that man Napoleon Bonaparte was a cringing coward,” said the young woman who had made the sale. “Imagine Napoleon flouncing He was lithe and light on hla feet, moving as If on springs. Yet there was something tense in his face, an edged timbre In his voice when he flung gay banter right and left As Mrs. Ware sailed majectically past, John caught her arm, asking trader breath with the faintest nod to ward the stranger: “Who is he?” “Why! Hasn’t Morna told you? Her cousin Len —all the really blood cousin she’s got In the world!" Mrs. W T are said in half whisper. “Son to her mother’s brother —you know she was a Gordon. This Lenox is awful friendly and bright spoken, but some way—well, I wish he hadn’t come.” “Don’t worry —he shan’t make trouble for anybody,” John said stout ly, though In heart not quite as ease. His aunt passed on with a sigh of relief. The morning service was over —the Intermission was fairly a-buzz with hospitality. Yearly the basket dinner was a sort of housewifely com petition. Though all baskets were spread upon common tables free to everybody, those who had fetched them made a point of seeing that their own friends got the best of their own choice edibles. Also that the poorer folk, and especially the county charges, were not slighted. John Speer and his spinster aunts were not singular in their determination that God’s poor should be considered When they had come to the services in God’s house Waiting upon them, looking out for the small boys, with side efforts for Aunt Martha and Aunt Mary, kept John so occupied he could do no more than smile-at Morna, until, everybody fed to repletion, the crowd began to scatter and clot for intimate gossip. Lenox Gordon had momentarily left her —John almost ran to her, caught her arm and drew her apart, saying hushedly: “Tell me the trouble, j dear!” “I can’t! I —l mustn’t —but oh! Ido ■ wish I could,” Morna answered breathlessly. John smiled at her. “I am sure you | will tell me —whether or no you can,’ he said. “Out with it! At once.” “I —I—don’t know —how to begin,” Morna said flushing a little. “It’s about your cousin,” John said with decision, net interrogation. She started. “How do you know?” she asked. “Never mind,” John retorted. “Tell me what he wants.” “He—wants me to—to— marry him —right away.” Morna said with a lit tle shudder, half closing her eyes. John frowned. “Very naturally he dees,” he said. “But why such sud denness and haste?” “I ought not to tell you,” Morna said wistfully. “But, oh—l am so un happy —yet—there seems no other w’ay out.” “Out of what?” John demanded, his breathing short. “Trouble!” Morna whispered. “Trouble of the worst. Lenox has used money—not his own —speculated and lost it. Not so very much money —but more than he can get any other way.” “The cur!” John snapped through shut teeth. “So he ■would beggar you to save himself —” “No! I —there would be something left —quite half my money,” Morna interrupted breathlessly. “I can stand by and see shame fall on my blood —my mother’s name. He says If I will only save him, he will give me back my freedom —after a little and work the rest of his life work honestly, to pay me.” “I have a better plan.” John inter rupted, his brow clearing. “I see his point—married you come straight into your fortune, no matter who your husband may be. To save your pride, and also to save a man who may not be wholly bad. I’m quite willing to sacrifice myself. Marry me—and I engage to see Lenox through. “Oh! If only you will take me —I I wanted so to ask you.” Morna panted, her eyes shining star-wise. John had much ado to keep from kissing her on the spot. \ou aie a coward.” he said gravely, though his eyes danced. “You know it is leap year—” “So it is—but I had forgotten.” Morna flashed at him. “Now you mention it, everything is easy. Mr. John Speer, w r hen will you marry me?” “As soon as we can find the pre siding elder,” John said, catching her hand quite openly and leading her away. And this Is how it happened that the basket meeting had a sensation — John and Morna stood up in the face of it, and were married before after noon service. Applied Economics. “Aren’t you afraid to use such an unreliable piece of rope to swing the hammock?” “No,” replied Farmer Corntossel, “the individual must expect to make sacrifices for the general good. When that hammock breaks someone per son Is going to get hurt a little and scared a w r hole lot. But think of what a laugh all the other boarders will en joy!” Queer how a waiter can raise the deuce by dropping the tray. True P' r 'oism A intox. Parisian millinery shop with a hat that he didn’t want Josephine to buy! He could not have done it.” Rendering Unto Caesar. W. B. McKinley, Illinois representa tive, is a magnanimous chap. Some months ago he took a party of friends over his electric railway lines in a special car. it was over they ail began to make a fuss over him, telling how nicely he had arranged everything for their comfort and pleasure. McKinley dragged in his superintendent, introduced him to the crowd and graciously declared: “You’re making a big mistake in thanking me. Here's the fellow' that really did it.” As he w r as about to begin a speech last fall out at Champaign, McKinley said: “The facts and figures I am about to give you are mine, and I stand ready to vouch v>r them; but the oratory, eloquence and flowing periods are my secretary’s,** /las Been Grinding. VI Z3TT3 Tf/IZ. TUB road dips down a steep hill just before you reach Indian Creek and shuts from sight the big stone house that cost $4,- 000, the last southern outpost of Kansas City that is sprawling out and engulfing all fhls rolling prairie. You look for the old bee tree and there Is a catch in your throat when you miss it—but no—that clump of walnut trees hit it for a moment. The ax of the real estate speculator has not come quite that far yet. Those bees flitting far up among the dead brances against a background of gray sky are the oldest settlers of this county. The colony was there in that same tree long years before a white man set foot in Missouri. There are men living who knew that tree and its wild bees sixty years ago. Turn to the right after you cross In dian Creek and go about two hundred yards to where the stream pours in a broad white waterfall over a low ledge of rock and drifts lazily in a wide pool with a streak of silver bubbles down its center. The banks here are rock, with hollows gouged in them and overhang ing shelves that cast black -shadows upon the stream. Watts’s mill squats low upon the op posite bank. The weathered gray of its sides and roof is the exact shade of the limestone beneath and all around It and the old mill seems to merge with it and is a part of it. You look In vain for any line of cleavage be tween mill and rock. The years have blended them into one somber gray. An Atmosphere of Gray. The naturalists tell of birds and lesser creatures of the wood who take on the color of the bark or the grasses upon which they live. You think of this as you see the miller in the door woy. His clothing, even to his cloth slippers, his long beard, his soft felt hat. sprinkled with flour, are a uni form gray, the gray of rocks and mill. Stubbins Watts, great-great-grand son of Daniel Boone, is 75 years old. But the old water mill is older than he. It was built in 1830 and for eighty two years has been grinding corn and wheat within ten miles of Kansas City. The hands that hewed its walnut beams and fasl ioned the hickory pins that keep its weathered boarding In place moldered Into dust a half cen tury ago, but the old mill grinds on just as patiently, as fatihfully, as un mindful of passing time and genera tions as it did long years before this city was dreamed of. You pass your hand over the sur face of a walnut beam, hewed out by the ax of John Fitzbugh, eighty-two years ago, and lay your fingers in a gaping notch just as his ax blade left It, and think of the changes that have come to Western Missouri since then. Westport Landing grew out along the old wood road until it bridged with paved streets the miles between It and Westport and overflowed south ward and yet the old mill wheel turn ed and the corn was ground to meal between the homemade stones of reck quarried on the bank of Indian Creek. Since this mill was built the com merce of the Santa Fe Trail came, flourished for a time and died; and then the rush of forty-niners to Cali fornia flowed past it, and after them the railroads came and passed on to the Pacific, and with them the legions of pioneers like the clouds of locusts overspreading all the land beyond to the westward. The Mormons of Inde pendence, who brought their grist to this mill, departed to found anew em pire beside the dead sea in the un known desert. Past this old mill, just two hundred yards to the east, where the big elm leans out over the creek, armies of the Civil War hurried, splashing wildly through the ford, the Southern amy in flight from the defeat at Westport, the Northern forces hot 1 In pursuit. Indian Creek Has Never Hurried. A great city of tall buildings and j all things modern has made the coun- I try to the north like a teeming ant I hill, where all is hurry, hurry, hurry, but Indian Creek has never hurried; ; Its stream has flowed placidly, basking | ingthesun, pausing in the shadows of ■ Its trees; and just as placidly the old | mill wheels have turned, their slow creaklngs attuned to the liquid mur murings of the waterfall. Placidly has Stubbins Watts gone in and out among the turning shafts for sixty-two years, barring those four years of strife when he fought In the Southern army. In those years he was aroused and filled with a fervor that got him honorable mention more than once for deeds on the battle front. But when it was over he returned to In dian Creek and the old mill and the gurgling of the water as it ran under the floor soothed him into a calm philosophy and he talks but little. “Yes,” he says. “It’s pretty her©; they say there’s no prettier bit of scenery in Missouri. I like to hang out the window here and watch the bubbles and the shadows, and listen to the water and the wheels, well I just couldn’t live without them.” The old man with the flour dusted clothing and beard has a distinguished ancestry, and In the family Bible are the documents to prove it. His grandfather, Samuel Watts, was a vounteer soldier in the army of Gen eral Lafayette which came from France and fought with Washington In the Revolutionary War. The rec ords show that he was wounded seven times, that he was captured by the British in Charleston and that after the war he settled in Shelby County, Kentucky, and that he was a member of the Lewis and Clark expedition that went up the Missouri River to the mouth of the Yellowston. He married Sallle Dodson, a great-granddaughter of Daniel Boone, and settled in St. Charles County, Missouri. In 1850 Anthony B. Watts. r ! s son, came to Indian Creek and bought the water mill. He brought his family with him. Stubbins was on© of the children. To look at the old man, stooping at his bins and gathering a deposit oi whit© flour as a bee gathers pollen from tbe flowers into which it dip®, one would not imagine he had been a fighting man. but, as be says; “The gurgle of the water through so many years sort of lulls you to sleep." There is no modern machinery in this mill except the turbine wheel Years ago the old wooden wheel was taken out and the turbine put in. All else is was eighty-two years ago, even to tbe wooden pegs In the flooi* ing, the wooden hinges on the doom and the wooden cogs in th© wheels. DRUG HABIT GAINS IN PARIS Wholesale Degeneracy Threatens City, a Prominent Physician Asserts. Investigations following a recent succession of fatalities in the Quartier Latin have revealed that the drug habit has gained on Parisians. In one store alone dope fiends buy no less than one hundred pints of cocaine and morphine every week. So prevalent is the dope habit that a prominent, physician declares he de tects its victims by the score every time he takes a round of the cafes. Ether Is no longer fashionable, but especially in the artist quarters mor phine is used recklessly. Even th© uninitiated can detect those addicted to it in an evening’s stroll. Paris, in the opinion of this physi cian. is the most drug-cured city in the world, for while rich women of other capitals secretly indulge in var rious dangerous ways of stimulating their Jaded forces, the dope habit in Paris has spread through every class until wholesale degeneracy Is threat ened. —Brooklyn Eagle. Mission Weddings. Within two minutes after the cab stopped at the mission door the report spread up and down the street that a wedding was taking place Inside. Within another two minutes the room was packed to the very doors. That sudden rush of the crowd to the sanc tuary pleased the mission superin tendent. “If I had money to spare,” he said, “I would pay a bonus to young couple* for getting married in a mission. Th© moral effect of one wedding is worth a dozen sermons. To get the best ef fect the ceremony ought to be per formed In the middle of the service. No Innovation that I have ever intro duced has had such a sobering effect on the congregation. The example of a man once as far down maybe in the social scale as themselves having be come sufficiently regenerated to as sume the responsibilities of life stir* every bit of manhood there is in them. “The trouble is. I can persuade very few couples to be married in a mis sion. The bridegrooms do not mind, but the brides want something mor© exclusive.” Shooting for a Wife. Lubinka Vutchitch, the youngest granddaughter of an octogenarian peasant of Tchaichak, Servia. was given in marriage a week or two ago to the best sharpshooter in the town. In accordance with a family tradi tion, old Vutchitch’s granddaughters, famous for their beauty, were each wedded to the first suitor who could shoot an apple fixed on a pole over the gate. Velko Simitch won the prize in a keen contest with a rival. The young men, determined to risk their fate In the same hour, started their horses together at the appointed distance from the gates, and fired at the apple in passing through them at breakneck speed. \ Surgery by Wireless. Surgery by wireless is the latest. A laborer on Swan island, whose only connection with the outside world i* by means of wireless telegraphy, had a foot crushed in an acident. There were no medical books at hand, and there was no one near who had any surgical experience. Thereupon the wireless operator called up the sur geon of the nearest ship, and got him to explain in detail hew an amputa tion should be carried out. —Londoa Mall. Getting There First. Ladd —There's your old friend D© Broke coming across the street. Dadd —Eh! That's right. Oh, yes. he sees me. I’ll run ahead and meet him. I want to borrow a dollar. Back in a moment. He hurries forward and greets the coming man. Presently he return*. Ladd —Why should you ask Da Broke for a dollar? Dadd —Because I knew he was go ing to ask me for ten.