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The absolute necessHiy of verifying
theories by the observation of facts Is
beautifully illustrated again. A re
cent Issue of Science shows that the
sea lions, which have fallen into dis
repute with California fishermen be
cause of their supposed fish devouring
habits, do not, as a matter of fact,
endanger the fishing industry at all.
A critical examination of the stom
achs of twenty-five slaughtered sea
lions shows that they eschew Dsh al
together and live mostly on squids and
similar food.
American owners, trainers, Jockeys
and horses are getting many honors
and prizes in England, France, Aus
tria, Germany and elsewhere. James
R. Keene, William C. Whitney, I'ierre
Lorillnrd and William K, Vanderbilt
are conspicuous among American
owners of thoroughbreds who have
seen their colors borne in triumph on
the turf outside of their own country.
And there are others, observes the
New York Tribune. Yankee dash and
spirit and enterprise in racing, as in
many other things, know no ocean
barriers, no obstacles of time or dis
tance. Few turfmen of any other land
have been bold and adventurous
enough to send great stables oversea
and to challenge the foremost foreign
breeders and owners on their own
grounds—ln their own preserves, so to
speak.
Answering a correspondent who,
while not asserting that systematic
education is a bar to business succors,
yet uses again the familiar—and weari
some—argument that many of tho
magnates of industry and commerce
are as short on letters as they are long
on money. The Electrical World and
Engineer sensibly remarks that before
making deductions from this phenom
enon one should remember that "the
success of these men is rooted in the
conditions of thirty and forty years
ago—in a period when a college educa
tion had for its object the fitting of
young men for the so-called 'learned'
professions or imparting to the sons
of the wealthy and well-to-do the
traditional academic culture having no
direct utilitarian object." The result
was that the college man of those
days, having been educated out of
sympathy wi h tho industrial aud com
mercial spirit, was viewed askance by
men of affa'rs and was really handi
capped in the few instances when he
turned his attentions to business.
Tried Both "Ways.
Some of the inmates of a Yorkshire
nsjylum were engaged in sawing wood,
and an attendant thought that one old
fellow, who appeared to lie working
as hard as anybody, had not much to
show for' his labor.
Approaching him the attendant soon
discovered the cause of this. The old
man bad turned his saw upside down,
with the teeth in the air, aud was
working away with the back of the
tool.
"Hero, I say, J ," remarked the
attendant, "what are you doing? You'll
never cut tho wood in that fashion.
Turn the saw over!"
The old man paused and stared con
temptuously at the attendant.
"Did ta iver try a saw this way?" he
asked.
"Well, no," replied the attendant.
"Of course I haven't."
"Then hod thy noise, mon,",wns the
instant rejoinder. "I've tried both
ways, I hev, and"—impressively—"this
Is t' easiest."—London Spare Mo
ments.
England lins one clergyman to every
CIO people; Ireland, one to every 1270.
In the City of Mexico there are
1,071 private artesian wells and 11
public ones. This number will soon
he increased, for, at the present time,
many property owners in the neigh
borhood of Guerrero axe having wells
bored in their yards.
New Zealand's cattle runs are lei
by auction, for varying terms not ex
ceeding 23 years.
AN EVENING PRAYER.
Life's opening voyage, Lord, Thou didst
safely keen
O'er childhood's sheltered bays;
As now the tides of age around me creep.
Protect my shortening days.
Thou didst defend my youth when sped
my bark
Out toward the open sea;
Aa I approach the shore, unknown and
dark,
Still guard and care for me.
Becalred by idle "finds on placid seas,
Th> ,4gil did not cease:
Now tempests beat, and when I shrink
from these,
Impart uplifting pjace. Oh, make the port with me!
Francis E. Pope, in the Boston Evening Transcript.
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J TTJE WRECK OF THE JOp ANDREWS {
H BY HRTHUR WILLIS COLTON. jf|
PROM the man who had done a
a little of everything we heard
this story of the great lakes:
The John Andrews was a
lumber barge going buck from Buffalo
to Duluth. She was dingy and stupid
to look at, as all barges are, and yet
not an old boat, but In good condition
and sitting high In the water by reason
of the small cargo. There were grocer
ies aboard, and some house furniture,
four men to run her, and not much
need for them when the weather was
6leepy.
Barges do not often carry any mo
tive power—only a bit of sail, you no
tice, to help when the wind is aft, and
for the rest they potter along behind a
tugboat. As for me, I was going to
Duluth on business not connected with
barges, and was on a barge because
the business was not pressing, and this
method of travel seemed likely to be in
teresting. It was so.
Now the groceries were stowed for
ward, the furniture amidships, and
there was not much of either, as I said
before. The eastward traffic on the
lakes Is the larger In tonnage at all
times, for the West sends raw mate
rials and the East the product of facto
ries. You know all about that. Finally
the John Andrews came last in a tow
of three, so that there was nothing of
the tug to he seen; It was hidden by
the big stern of the barge ahead, draw
ing so slowly that the tow-rope sagged
In the water between.
Five men with less on their minds
than we, on the Jolm Andrews, were
that day, you could hardly find—the
captain and the fellow who cooked,
two deck-hands named Ilarly and
Burns and myself, aud three were
going to meet sudden death, and two
to be
But never mind, that's getting ahead
too fast. It was all on a strip of blue
water, which looked as innocent in my
eyes that day as any water could look.
No water looks lunocent to mo any
more.
We left Port Huron in the early
morning, and when it came afternoon
there were pudgy little clouds about
the lower sky. I noticed over the
Michigan shore that the clouds were
moving from both sides to a point in
the west, as if drawn by a magnet,
and at that point, too, there was a
spreading out of cloud into haziness,
and a banking up of thicker haze from
below. The breeze was moving west
lightly. I knew nothing of weather; 1
merely thought It would rain.
You can't think how peaceful and
bright It seemed, tho tug being too far
ahead to be heard. The deck-hand,
Ilarly, was at the helm as a matter of
form. The captain appeared to be
asleep. Burns and the fellow who
cooked loafed against the rail, and
didn't say a word.
When the wind is light and the sun
shining the lake puts up little water
hills with a diamond point on each,
and If a man is relaxed and lazy all lie
needs for entertainment is something
to twinkle, shine and change before
his eyes. That's your true theory of
rest—to turn baby and be pleased with
any bit of glitter aud jingle.
I remember that Burns took his pipe
from his moutli, nud said lie thought
it might blow. Tho fellow who cooked
allowed it might. I said, "Wind saves
coal aud the tug gets the profit." Then
there was silence, and I fell to looking
at the glinting water again.
Burns jumped and dropped his pipe,
and said: "Well, I'll be shot! Cap,
look here!"
The captain rolled from ills bench,
gave a glance at the sky, flung up ills
hands, and fairly howled: "Get fore,
you blazin' idiots! Stow that canvas!
Don't you see what's eomlu'? Get
fore!" And he showed in other ways
that lie was stirred up.
There was no more peace and con
tentment on that boat. The three men
piled down through the waist of the
ship. I eluug to the rail and stared
westward. I tell you, there was
trouble collecting over there. To that
point In the west the clouds on either
side streamed like running water, and
the centre grew dark like the mouth of
a pit.
Darkness shot out from that mouth
higher nud higher, darkness in rags
and streamers, darkness that thickened
and boiled; out of it enmc a low mur
mur, a growl, an increasing roar. The
darkness twisted, whirled and folded
into itself; it became like a living
tongue that licked the grouud, a thing
bulky above, tapering below; a wrig
gling half-mile of thunder-cloud on
beam-end run mad, raging, crazy.
It bounded from the shore, struck
the lake a mile away aud split it. The
water went up like dust. On it came,
aud on and oil. The sun went out.
Harly left the wheel and dived down
the galley stairs. I rolled under a
bench fixed to the rail, and lay there
afraid. One moment more and we
When Joy, bright-winged, poised lightly
on the prow
Thou gently didst restrain;
Though Softow often voyages with me now,
My troubled soul sustain.
When many ships were nigh and skies
were bright,
I knew Thy presence sweet;
As one by one they vanish in the night,
Draw near me, I entreat.
Lord, Thou hast been companion, friend
and guide
O'er life's gnresting sea;
"When Death, the gentle Pilot, stands be
side,
ware In darkness altogether, in tumult
beyond hearing, air thick with pow
dery water, crash, whirl, roar, shriek.
The John Andrews heaved and spun
around. I lost consciousness, never
thinking to see the sun again.
I don't know what time passed, but
It could not have been long before I
rolled from under the bench and sat
up, moaning to myself and holding my
head, not from any bodily pain, for I
was not hurt, but It was as if my mind
were wrenched, beaten and sore.
The mist was thick and white and
cold; the John Andrews rocked to and
fro, creaking and groaning; why she
was still a barge and not riding out the
storm In pieces, I could not explain.
The cyclone was gone, anyway, and
had left us to the mist.
Left us! I stared around blankly.
The mist seemed to make a solid wall
twenty feet away. To live through
flint turmoil of lunatic elements would
barely happen to more than one. There
was nothing but bubbling and beating
water to hear and white mist to see.
"This won't do," I thought, and told
myself to get up and look about, but I
sat still, nevertheless, and shook all
over and was afraid.
Now I heard another sound, a crack
ling, and saw a luminous place in the
mist, and crept toward It as a baby
creeps to any shining light. It was the
doorway to the galley stairs. The
smoke poured up through it, and It
glowed from the brightness below.
When a ship goes around like a top a
stove doesn't stay unmoved. This one
had set fire to the barge.
To bo burned to death! F,- eboice
I would rather have goue ballooning on
a cyclone with the crew. There was
no daze about me now. I jumped to
my feet, had a passing glimpse out of
my memory of Harly diving down
those stairs, and knew that if there
was any further chance of human com
panionship for lr.e I must reach Harly.
I put my arms up uselessly against
the smoke and went down the stairs.
The smoke was white like the mist
above, but pleasant In so far as it was
dry and hot, but It felt only warm be
cause" of the chill in my flesh. The far
end of the Interior was in a blaze.
I stepped on something that slipped.
I stooped and gripped Ilarly by tlic
collar where he lay in a heap, having
fallen so, and I plunged up the stairs
dragging liim after me somehow. So
I came out again Into the mist drag
ging the limp weight, and quite blank
iu my brain as to what I should do,
but it was instinct to get as far from
the fire as I could.
So I weut, with Harly on my shoul
der, down into the ship's waist where
the water was breast-high or near it,
and swashing the chairs and tables
about. I judged they were well bro
ken up, but did not care to see; and
from there I carried Harly up to the
forward deck, which was a flat sur
face forty feet across with only the
mast and a hatch or trap-door break
ing the planking. The mast had be
come a splintered stump, the planking
was gone.
I spread narly out on that deck.
There was a cut on his head, but he
was alive, aud I thought there might
he water enough in the air to bring
him to. Anyway, if the John An
drews were to burn it seemed common
sense to make a raft. There was com
monly an axe under the bench by the
wheel, so I went down again into the
black water, with- its scum of broken
furniture thrashing about.
How the tire was gaining I could tell
by the great glow in the mist. I dodged
the boat by the galley door, and went
along by the rail; the smoke was com
ing up through the planks.
The axe was in its place. The find
ing of it consoled me greatly, and I
waded hack, gripping it and thinking,
"Here's some one who won't drown or
burn if he knows himself," feeling
grim also in my mood, so that though
I found Harly sitting up, I said nnih
ing to him, hut fell to knocking up
planks. lie seemed dazed a little, and
was wiping the blood from Ills face.
"Chopping her up?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Ou fire."
"Oh!"
That was all we said. I got up four
planks with the nails sticking to them,
aud nailed them together in a square.
If you keep on nailing planks to
gether, In the end you will get a raff
not comfortable in a choppy sea, but
shipwrecked people have uo right to
he comfortable.
I thought myself smart to see things
so clearly and find so simple away of
dealing with shipwrecks and I thought
poorly of Harly to be doing nothing
hut stare down Into the waist of
the ship and at the glow beyond In the
mist; no sort of a sailor, seeing the?
barge might go down uny minute. I
said: "Look liore, Harly, If you float
on my raft, you help make her."
"Terrible lot of water below here,"
he replied, after a time. "There's a
dining-room table floating around right
side up under my feet."
Then I thought I bad to do with as
idiot, and went on hammering planks.
It was no time to argue, for shortly
there came a forward movement of the
John Andrews, and I knew what is the
feel of a sinking ship—lt makes your
stomach go into a knot.
I ran and caught Harly by the collar,
and cried, "She's sinking!"
"Sink nothing. Let go my collar!"
he said. "She ain't sinking. There's
water coming. 'Twill put out the fire."
The calmness of him staggered me;
he might be right.
"Why won't she sink?"
"All wood. Wood don't sink 'less
It's waterlogged. Where was you
brought up? She's nothing but a raft,
this here John Andrews. What you
want to make another for? Why, look!
If she settles enough to put the fire
out, that's good. If she don't, let Iter
burn. She can't burn past the waist,
which is mostly under water, anywijy.
Stands to reason, don't it? No. Fact,"
he ended, with heavy sarcasm, "you
might say it seldom does."
Now according vo shipwrecks as I
had heard of them, when a ship settles
she goes down. Anyway, it makes a
man nervous to watch her settle, hold
ing only to another's man's theory that
she won't sink. Even if he knows she
won't, he's more or less afraid she will.
I went and sat on my raft Harly
pretended he thought it all very ordi
nary.
"There's canned things below," be
said. "Fact. There's deviled ham and
canned peaches and cold soup. Fact.
Here's what gets 'em."
He slipped over the side of the groat
hole I had made in the deck, and I
heard him splash in shallow water,
grunting a little at that.
The John Andrews did not settle at
our end at first, but rose so far as I
could see in the mist she might have
been riding altogether.
Harly put his head up. "Sink! Sink
nothing. She's going np like one of
them Sunday-school angels," and
dropped again.
I could plainly hoar the whistle and
hiss of steam, and knew that the tire
was being put out. I judged now that
it burned down from the port-holes till
stopped above water-Uue. After that
the water would come in but slowly
for a time, till as the stern sank It
would come in faster and faster, and
naturally as the stern sank the prow
went up, but she couldn't stay up
there forever like a forsaken old kite.
You notice that barges have high
decks fore and aft, and that the sides
run low between. So that when the
stern of the John Andrews sank deep
it began to pour into the waist In riv
ers with a great noise. The prow
dropped, and the water rushing for
ward spouted on the fore-deek. Harly
came up pretty wet and scared, hut he
had his shirt full of tins.
The John Andrews settled slowly,
you might say inch by inch, the black,
tumbling water coming nearer us up
the side. It made me fidgety, that's
the truth. Down we sank till the
water lay over the sides of the ship's
middle, maybe two feet, and then
stopped.
Harly said, "I told you so. Fact. I
did," and began chiseling at tins with
his jack-knife. "That there, raft of
yours, that's a fancy steam yacht, that
is. Fact." All the same, lie was sit
ting on my raft, and he didn't chisel
tins till the John Andrews quit set
tling.
We felt better, of course, and ate
near a eau of tinned meat apiece, and
drank peach juice out of its natural
can, and some kind of cold soup.
"Trouble with you," said Ilarly—he
had a can of peaches In his hand and
his knees hunched up under his chin—
"trouble with you is them novels about
the Pacific Ocean. Laud! I don't
read anything else myself."
The night came on very dark, with
hours a week long, and some hundred
or more of them. It's well enough not
to he drowned or burned, hut to be
cold and wet and sleepless isn't real
happiness. We lay close together shiv
ering. and told everything we knew or
remembered to make the time pass by.
Harly said the current set east, what
there was of it, and we might drift to
Cauada in a day or two, If the tnist
didn't rise before and let some craft
sight us, hut we might not drift ashore
anywhere, and the mist might not rise.
Never mind about the rest of the
night. It wasn't a success. Morning
came and we looked longingly for the
mist to rise, hut it didn't. We were
miserable, cold, discouraged, hut in
time wo felt the sun through the fog
gratefully, and I fell asleep at last,
stretched flat on the deck.
I woke to hear a low roaring and to
see Harly standing over me. "Going
ashore?" he asked, coolly.
I sat up and stared, and knew the
roaring to be the surf, although noth
ing could be seen but the white mist.
"How ?"
"Raft," said Harly. "Good idea of
yours. Fact."
The John Andrews was tilted so
that the lower side was a few feet
from the water. The lake was still
rough, the water dismal and black.
Harly fell to chopping a plank, and
made what might be called paddles.
We slid the raft along, heaved up one
side and over with it. It started away
on strikfng the water, but he jumped
ou It aud paddled It back, and we set
to work getting away from that weary
•old wreck in silence. Only once Harly
stopped and pointed back.
"They were a decent sort," he said.
"The captain and Burns?"
"And the cook, nnd the John An
drews. That was their luck. Fact.
This here's ours."
The surf wet us well, but the shore
was near, nearer than it seemed be
cause of the mist. We touched sandy
bottom, waded out and saw dimly a
man bailing a catboat high on the
beach, who turned and stared at us.
"Well!" he said. "Now, where'd you
come from?" For no doubt we seemed
to come like ghosts out of the mist
| which hid the lake, with noting to ac
count for us.
"Raft come ashore. Fact," said
Ilarly, and we went right on to Kin
cardine, in Canada.
"No good explainin' things to folks,"
said Hariy to me. "Wear a man's Jaw
out that way. Fact," and I know that
this true yarn of the John Andrews
was never told before.—Youth's Com
panion.
MONUMENT TO A HORSE.
Granite Shaft Erected by a Grateful Man
to a True Friend.
The Seattle Post-Intelligencer says:
On one of the highest spots in Lake
View Cemetery stands a granite shaft
which was erected by a grateful man
to mark the resting place of a true
friend. An inscription on the northern
side of this monument reads: "In Ad
versity Faithful."
The shaft was erected by W. Irving
Wadleigh. It marks the grave of his
horse Buck. Few monuments have
ever raised greater controversy than
this. Passers by read the inscription
on the faces of the stone. On the
southern side is engraved:
"BUCK."
Jlv Favorite Cattle Horse.
Died September 20, ISB4.
Aged
18 Years and G Months.
On the eastern side is:
"For thirteen years my trusty compan
ion in blackness of night, in storm, sun
shine and danger."
On the north side are the words:
Corraled
In Adversity Faithful.
There are those who criticise, and
some harsh words have been said by
a few. The greater majority, so the
sexton says, are touched by the sen
timent All wouder what the story
may be.
Mr. Wadleigh, who erected the
monument is well known among Seat
tle's pioneers. In 1871 he first saw
Buck In Portland. The horse was a
magnificent sorrel—a thoroughbred.
He stood fifteen hands high, and, ac
cording to the story, was Mr. Wad
leigh's constant companion for many
years, through prosperity and adver
sity.
Pennsylvania Weasels.
Possibly few who read of "king's
robes of royal ermine" appreciate that
the rightful and first possessors of the
beauteous coat is sometimes a deni
zen of the Keystone State. It may be
that some subtle force suggested to
turn-coat monarchs to choose the pelt
of this animal for their own. In fact,
during the greater portion of the year
the ermine is a plain egg-sucking
weasel. As winter comes on he as
sumes a white coat, with a black
tipped tail.
Putolus noveboracensls, as the sci
entist calls the weasel or ermine,
ranges from North Carolina way up
into Canada. It is rare, however, to
take ermine or white-coated weasels
in Pennsylvania, although two speci
mens have just been received at the
Academy of Natural Sciences from
Sullivan County. In fact, south of
Pennsylvania the weasel never
changes color In winter, and this fact
goes far to substantiate the theory of
protective coloration. Thus, when
snow covers the ground, the white er
mine become nearly invisible, while
in his weasel's guise during the Bum
mer ho is not nearly so conspicuous
as he would be did he wear his white
coat all the year round.
Another Interesting fact is that,
while the animals that live in the
North always change color, yet those
In the South do not, the reason being
that their white color would net pro
tect, but destroy, them, as there is
almost no snow in the South.-Phila
delpliia Record.
Ticked For Four Ilundred Years.
A burgh that possess™ a clock
four centuries old many fairly claim
a respectable measure of antiquity.
Such Is the boast of Musselburgh, the
ancient and evil-smelling neighbor of
Edinburgh. This week, however, the
clock Las ceased to go, and in due
course will find a resting place in the
town museum. It well deserves thus
to bo preserved, for it told the time to
the Duke of Somerset and his army,
so far back as 1547, when on the
field of Pinkie, hard by, they tried
to force the Scots to give their young
Queen Mary in marriage to Edward
VI. of England. Prince Charlie and
his Highlanders, too, marched under
it In 1745 to do battle with Sir John
Cope at the neighboring village of
Prestonpans.—London Chronicle.
Bird's Nest in Cromwell's Cannon.
The gun which Cromwell placed In
Ihe Curfew Tower of Windsor Castle
when he held the royal residence has
been turned to a peculiarly domestic
use. A pair of starlings have this
nesting season brought up a fine brood
of youug in the old weapon. The guu,
which was put in its position to com
mand Windsor Bridge in case of a
royalist attack from Eton, points from
the upper story of the tower, and peo
ple walking in Thames street far be
low have watehed with Interest the
anxious devotion of the old birds in
teaching their young to come out of
the mouth of the gun to take lessons
in flying.—Pall Mall Gazette.
Florida's Lovely Ladles.
Just after the fire the ladles of
Jacksonville had a woe-begone and
rumpled look. It is not the least
proof of our immediate recovery that
their smiles kave come back, and they
shine like the rose with the dew upon
it—Florida Times-Union Citizen.
REMARKABLE SALT DEPOSIT.
! *t li One of the Mont Wonderful Sight! of
California.
Few readers of the Scientific Ameri
can had heard of the sea of Salton up
to 1892. At this time the Colorado
river broke its barriers and flowed into
the desert of California, flooding it
to an extent of hundreds of square
miles. In the vicinity of Salton was'
one of the largest salt deposits in
America; the water encroached upon
it, and for a time threatened the in
dustry, but after creating an excite
ment which spread over the entire
west, it receded. The rumor was to
the effect that the new sea was so vast
that it would change the climate of
southern California.
The deposit of salt at Salton is
one of the sights of California. It lies
in a depression almost 300 feet below 'f
the sea level, and was at some time
in the past the bed of a sea, or exten
sion of the Gulf of California. From
the train, which passes near by, the (
tract looks like a vast snow field, and
in the early morning is frequently the
scene of beautiful mirage effects. The
salt deposit, which is essentially rock
salt, covers about 1000 acres, and is at
present the centre of interest on ac- ,
count of the dispute of rival com-*
panies over the possession of the
property. The company in possession
has shipped from this place annually
about' 2000 tons of salt, valued at from
$6 to $34 per ton, according to quality.
The outfit of the salt mine consists
mainly of a crusher, a drying building
and a dummy line from the salt beds
to the Southern Pacific railroad, not
far distant. The work i 3 carried on
mainly by Indians, who can Withstand
the intense heat of the desert—lso
degrees in June—and the glare better
than white men. The work is interest
ing and novel. The drying hpuse is a
building GOO feet in length, about which
hundreds of thousands of tons of salt
are heaped, having all the appearance
of snow. Here the salt is dried and
milled. The salt is collected at first
with a plow—a singular machine with
four wheels, in the centre of which
sits an Indian guiding it; the motive
power is a dummy engine some dis
tance away, which hauls the plow
along by cables. As it passes, the steel
breaker is seen.to cut a broad but
shallow furrow, eight feet wide and
three feet long, throwing up the ridges
on either side. Indians now follow
along, and with hoes pile up the salt
in pyrimidal forms, which later is
transported to the mill. Each plow
harvests 700 tons of salt per day. A
singular feature of this bed is that
the salt is being deposited daily by
springs which run into the basin, and
as the water evaporates it leaves a
crust of almost pure chloride of sodi
um, which ranges from 10 to 20 inches
in thickness, over the lake. It will
be seen that there is no danger of ex
hausting the supply, which is form
ing all the time; and, in point of fact,
the plows have in the past years
worked almost continually over the r
same area, only about 10 acres having
been plowed.
The salt, when delivered at the plant,
is hoisted to the upper floor, and
placed in a bulkhead breaker, where
it is reduced to particles of the same
size. It then passes through a burr
mill and is well ground. After this it
Is sifted and is finally passed through
an aspirator, which cleanses it of all
foreign material, when it is ready for
packing in bags. The salt is used for
a variety of purposes, and is of several
different grades, the lowest being un
refined—a product called hide salt,
used in manufactories. Large quanti
ties are sold for sea bathing purposes,
a certain amount producing a very
similar chemical equivalent to sea wa
ter. Other grades are prepared for ta
ble. dairy and for the use of druggists.
—Scientific American.
Flrt Horn Children Stvnnceftt.
It would seem that first born cliil-
riren excel later-born children In
height and weight, says Arthur Mac-
Donald, in Everybody's Magazine.
This may be due to the greater vigor
of the mother at the birth of the first
child. We are reminded of a fact,
mentioned later, that out of 50 great
men of this century, 30 percent were
the youngest sons.
In England it was found that growth
degenerates as we go lower In the
social scale, there being a difference
of even five inches in height between
the best and worst fed classes in the
community.
An investigation of 10.000 children
in Switzerland showed that children
born in summer are taller for their
age than those born in winter; as a
majority of children in the public
schools are poor, in winter their par
ents are forced to economize more on
account of expense of heating; their rt*
rooms are also liable to be small and *
poorly ventilated, while in summer*
they are out in the fresh air; food is
cheaper and more varied. The in
fluence of unhealthy conditions on a
very young child would he much great
er than when it is older and better
able to resist them.
Tlie Apprrrlatlve Bnnton L<ly.
Miss A , who is a teacher of Eng
l'sh in a school of high rank in her na
tive state, Mississippi, and who, in
spite of her vivacity in conversation,
is perhaps, if anything, too fastidious
in her choice of words, was spending
the summer at the New York Chau
tauqua. Her flow of spirits made her
the delight of the dining table at
which she was first seated; but at
the end of a fortnight she was moved
by her landlady to another place. A
lady from Boston, who had been sit
ting opposite the southerner ex
pressed her regret at the change. "I'm ' .
so sorry you are going to leave us " A I
she said, with warmth, "we have all
enjoyed your dialect so much."—Har
per's Magazine

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