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The Adirondacks are said to be full
of bears. That is as it should be.
Where is the fun in a forest without
bears?
Mme. Calve says she will never re
turn to make any farewell tours of
America. She must have her money
buried where moths cannot eat nor
rust corrupt it.
Petauma, California, is the largest
hennery in the world. Every person
In town is in the poultry business in
some form. Last year 2,000,000 dozen J
eggs and 30,000 dozen of poultry were
shipped from the town, the principal
market being San Francisco.
If all the people of the United States
were formed into a procession march
ing five nbreast, 10,000 to the mile,
the procession would be 8000 miles
long. Marching at the rate of twenty
five miles a day, it would take tlieni
nearly a year to pass any given point.
"Our Public Uutidiness" Is a topic
with which Professor A. D. F. Ham
lin deals in the Forum. He finds in the
history of our national development au
explanation of past indifference to the
virtue of neatness, hut urges that the
time has come when we should free
ourselves from the reproach of being
"the most untidy among all the great
nations of the world."
Men have contrived artificial explo
sive forces that go far to counterpart
the destructive seismic outbursts of
the troubled earth. Contemporaneously
with the earthquake and eruption of
belching volcanoes in Guatemala there
was an explosion of stored up dyna
mite at Managua, Nicaragua, that was
almost equally destructive of life.
Both the earthquake and the dynamite
explosion were curiously timely in illus
trating the perils of canal building in
Central America.
A too familiar story is told again in
a recent cable dispatch, remnrks the
Philadelphia Times. A young Ameri
can girl, who had gone to Paris to
study art, found herself at the end of
her resources and could get no aid from
home. Destitute and starving, she
sought out a follow student, a young
countryman, from whom she might
make a loan. She found him ill in his
garret, without attendance and as poor
as she. The girl said what little be
longings were left to her and returned
to nurse the young man, and when he
recovered from his illness they were
married. But they had spent all they
had and were alone in the great capi
tal, without means and without pros
pects. So the two poor creatures
closed the windows and door, turned
on the gas and died.
From 700 to SOO persons are killed
annually by lightning in the United
States, according to estimates made
by Alfred ,T. Henry, of the United
States Weather Bureau. In 1000 the
bureau received reports of 713 cases
of fatal lightning strokes. In tlie
same year, according to the reports
collected by the Weather Bureau, 073
persons were more or less seriously
injured by lightning. The loss of life
from lightning is greatest in the Ohio
Valley and the Middle Atlantic
States. If density cf population only
he considered it is greatest in the
upper Missouri Valley and in the mid
dle Rocky Mountain region. Of the
713 fatal cases reported in 1000, 201
persons were killed in the open, 138
in houses, 57 under trees and 50 in
barns. The circumstances attending
the dentil of the remaining 151 were
not reported. This seems to dispose
of tile old superstition that the safest
place to he In during a thunderstorm
is the oi>en country aud the most dan
gerous under a tree.
Many a true word is spoken in jest.
For years past we have known Chicago
as the "Windy City," an epithet which
had its source in a certain well-recog
nized characteristic of the citizens of
that town. Now the Weather Bureau
tells us that Chicago is the "Windy
City" literally as well as figuratively,
says the New York Commercial Adver
tiser. Last year the total miles of
wind movement were greater in Chi
cago than in any other city in the
United States and were exceeded only
by those of two points on our coast.
Mount Tainalpais on the Pacific, a
dozen or so miles from San Francisco,
aud Block Islaud, in the Atlantic. The
first-Bumed point had a total wind
movement of 103,203 miles; Block Isl
and, 152,838; Chicago, 145,103; Cleve
land, 128,506; New York, 127,207; Buf
falo, 125,042; Boston, 05,755 (but qual
ity here makes up for quantity); Phil
adelphia, 05,310; St. Louis, 84.452;
New Orleans, 74,200; Louisville, 70.-
39C, and Washington, 03,020. The
quietest place in the country was
Bosebnrg, Ore., where the wind blew
only 30,741 mUaa.
AWAY OUT IN THE COUNTRY.
Awav out in the country
Where there is no clang and roar.
Where it's eight miles to the railroad
And it's three miles to the store,
There is peace and there is quiet;
Men are not contending there
For the powers that seem precious
To the greedy billionaire.
Away out in the country
Surly teamsters do not try
To run men down, unless they
Pass the crossing on the fly;
A schemer isn't waiting
Everywhere a man may look
To rush in and get his earnings
All away by hook or crook.
Away out in the country
Where the woods are full of ioy,
And the hens are cackling loudly
At the sunburned farmer boy,
There is never any crowding,
There is room out there to spare,
And the people aren't breathing
Flyin' rubbish with their air.
THE girls were having a good
time In the sitting room. It
was well warmed and lighted,
and there was a sound of
laughter and the hum of merry voices.
Some one was tuning a mandolin to
the piano, and there was a fluttering of
music leaves. Company had come in,
as usual, to spend the evening. The
Moberiy girls, that is, the three older
ones, all had light hair, blue eyes, and
lively, vivacious manners that proved
very attractive to the young people iu
the quiet village.
"Pa" Moberiy nobody knew much
about. He sat out in the kitchen most
of the time. It was a dingy little loom
and often in the evening he had no
light; only the dull glow of the stove
and the red sparks of his old-fash
ioned pipe.
Pa Moberiy was a little, timid,
shrinking man. He had faded blue
eyes, bent shoulders and toil worn
bands. He had worked hard for his
girls. Ho had ungrudgingly given
them his best It seemed too bad that
now he was old and they were grown
to womanhood they did not care.
When Mrs. Moberiy was alive, tilings
were different He had his comfort
able chair then iu the sitting room;
his slippers, too, and there was the
lounge for him to rest on when he was
tired.
But as his girls grew up, pretty,
strong-willed aud altogether selfish, P#
Moberiy found himself banished front
Bis comfortable quarters. A number
of cushions too tine for use adorned
the old sofa, and his armchair had
three tidies on it. He was soon made
to understand that lie was not wanted.
It was not long before lie began to
stay in the kitchen, and by and by he
sat nowhere else. He knew every flg-
"DO YOU MIND TAKING ANOTHER CHAIR, MR. BRYANT?"
ure on the dingy papered walls, and the
only chair he had to sit in was a
straight-backed wooden one, in which
he could not rest.
He used to long sometimes for his
old corner in the sitliug room, with its
lights, its laughter and its music, but
to his geutlo hints the girls gave scant
encouragement. "They didn't want pa
around," they told themselves.
The lonely, tired old man had mnny
thoughts as he sat in the kitchen night
after night in solitude, aud lie some
times used to ponder tlie question iu
his gentle heart as to whether, after
all, it paid to bring up girls who were
ashamed of you after you were old.
Polly did not know about the changed
condition of affairs. Polly was the
youngest, aud more like her mother
than any of the others, being small,
quiet and brown-eyed.
She had been staying for three years
out iu Pennsylvania with an invalid
aunt for whom she had been named.
Poor Aunt Bassett was dead now, and
to-day Polly had come home again.
She was upstairs now. busy In the
small back room that the girls had for
gotten to make ready for her.
As Pa Moberiy sat alone in the
kitchen to-night lie was thinking of
Polly. In his yearning, fatherly heart
there was a faint stirring of hope.
There was a chance that ho might
take some comfort with this, his young
est duugliter. He iiad felt tlint from
the time she was horn. She wasn't
like tlie other girls, and she had
seemed so unfeignedly glad to see him.
He felt the pressure of her youug arms
yet about his neck, aud her kisses still
lay warm upon his furrowed cheek.
Iu the darkness of the old kitchen
he brushed a tear from ills eye. He
was thinking of 51a Moberiy, too, and
of her gentle, tender, womanly ways.
He wished the girls were more like
their mother.
Just then Polly came iu. She went
quickly to Ills side.
"Why, pa," she cried, "what are you
sitting in the kitchen for, and in the
Away out in the country
Where the lilacs sweetly blow
People don't pay out a dollar
To behold a ten-cent show;
Men are not looked on with pity
Just because their clothes don t fit,
And the women don't go mourning
When the servants up and quit.
Away out in the country
Where the water's cool and sweet.
And the knife's a useful weapon
When the hungry people eat,
There is not the constant jangle,
Nor mad clanging that subdues
And distracts the city poet
When he seeks to court the muse.
Away out in the country
Where the funerals are few.
And the people keep apprised of
All the things their neighbors do.
Here and there some queer old fellow
May not hanker to put down
The tools the farmer has to use
And move away to town.
—Chicago Keeord-Herald.
dark, too? Is anything the matter?"
In the friendly darkness Pa Mober
ly took the little hand and stroked it.
"Nothing, Polly," he said. "I—l al
ways sit here."
Polly seated herself on his knee. "Al
ways sit here?" she cried, in surprise.
"Don't you go into the sitting room
evenings as you used to?"
Pa Moberly shook his head. "No,"
he faltered.
"But why?" insisted roily. "You
don't ineuu to tell me you don't sit
in your old chair any more?"
Pa Moberly's chin quivered. Polly
did not know, and it was hard to tell
her. Polly was like her mother.
"Alice likes to keep that chair for
company," he said, slowly. "Oh, I don't
mind the kitchen so much, now," he
added, as cheerfully as he could. "At
least I won't now, since you've come
home. I do miss the old chair some,
but it's all right. ,
"The girls don't want me in there,
Polly," he went on, huskily. "They're
young, and there's always company,
you know. I don't know as I blame
'em much. I'm old and worn out and
behind the times. No, I can't say as I
blame 'em."
Polly laid her soft cheek suddenly
against the wrinkled one.
"You're not old or worn out or be
hind the times, either!" she said. "It's
a shame for you to stay out here!"
Her sweet, girlish voice was full of
indignation.
"But never mind, pa," she went on.
"I tell you there nre better days ahead.
I've come now, and I'm going to look
after you, see if I don't. What would
ma think if she were here, to see you
sitting here all alone In this dark old
kitchen? Why, it would break here
heart! Come with me, pa!"
"Where?" said Pa Moberly, hesitat
ingly, in his surprise.
"Into the sitting room."
"Oh, I can't go in there, Polly; they
don't want mo."
"Yes, you can. I want you. You
wouldn't refuse me anything on this,
my first night home?"
Pa Moberly got up. The old wooden
chair was uncomfortable, and he rose
stiffly, even with the aid of Polly's
arm.
"No, I couldu't, Polly," he said.
'You—you're too like your mother."
As they left the dark kitchen to
gether l'a Moberly grasped Polly's
hand tightly. "I'm afraid, Polly," he
whispered. "We'd better not."
But Polly only squeezed his hand in
a reassuring clasp, and somehow Pa
Moberly felt stronger.
Polly opened the sitting room door,
and a stream of light flashed out into
the little dark entry. The girls were
haviug a good time indeed.
A young lady in a blue dress occu
pied the piano stool. A young man,
with his hair plastered down over his
forehead, occupied Pa Moberly's arm
chair. He had a mandolin in his hand,
and was strumming it to the young
lady's accompaniment. Alice and Belle
and Harriet were sitting about with
the liveliest ar of enjoyment.
As Polly and Pu Moberly entered,
their complacency suddenly faded into
astonishment and dismay. What did
Polly mean, and what did pa menn,
by intruding on their company in this
fashion?
Polly advanced steadily into the cen
tre of the room, still holding her fatli
er"s hand.
How little and shy and bent pa
looked, the girls thought, and how de
termined was the air Polly wore—like
a young captain going into battle. It
was as if Ma Moberly had come to life.
Alice rose. The young lady at the
piano turned, the young man stopped
his mandolin. In all the months he
had come to the Moberly house, this
was the tirst time he hud ever seen the
little, white-haired man who lived
there. And who was that pretty,
brown-haired girl with flashing eyes?
Alice broke the silence. "My sister
Polly, Mr. Bryant," she said, a little
nervously, "and—my father. And this
Is our old friend, Eva Brent. Pa, you
know Eva?"
A nodded cordially; so did Polly.
But something unusual was in the air,
and every one felt it.
Polly led Pa Moberly up to the young
man reclining in the chair. "Do you
mind taking another chair, Mr. Bry
ant?" she said, pleasantly. "You see,
this one is pa's favorite. Ma gave It
to him."
Alice nnd Belle nnd Harriett flushed,
but Polly was quite undisturbed. The
young man was astonished, but he rose
quickly, with a stammered apology,
but Polly calmly wheeled the ehuir
nearer the pleasant fire.
"Sit here, pa," she said, affectionate
ly, "and let me turn the light so it
won't hurt your eyes."
She adjusted the light to her liking,
then pushed Pa Moberly gently into his
old place. His white hair shone in the
lamplight, and his lips trembled.
"There!" said Polly in a pleased
tone. "Isn't that better?"
Kegardless of all onlookers, she
stooped and kissed the withered cheek;
then she turned to the others.
"Go on with your playing, won't
you, Eva?" she said gently.
Nobody spoke; then the young lady
turned to the piano and the restraint
was quickly over.
Pa Moberly's eyes grew moist. llow
soft the chair was, and how pleasant
the fire, and how comfortable was the
touch of the little, lirin hand upon his
shoulder!
And there was something else, lie
knew and every one else knew, that
his lonely hours in the old kitchen were
over.
To-morrow the straight-backed
wooden chair would bo pushed tack, to
be occupied no more. The firelight
could play on the dingy walls, the mice
could scamper at will over the old
floor. Pa Moberly would not be there
to see. Polly had come home to take
care of him, and Polly was brave. It
was as if Ma Moberly had come to life
again.—Youth's Companion.
Killing People by Brutal Truths.
Many people are killed by brutal
truths. Some physicians nre so con
scientious—and so tactless—that they
•think they must tell patients the
whole truth when they believe they
cannot recover, instead of giving them
the benefit of tbe doubt, for every
physician knows that, nearly always,
■there is a doubt which way the case
will turn. Cheerful encouragement
has saved many a life by helping it
to pass a crisis favorably, when the
actual truth might have killed the
pntient or reduced his ruliying powers
to the danger-point. In ull the affairs
of life, cruel bluntness in stating brutal
facts has caused untold misery and
broken many friendships. Truth it
self changes from a jewel to a dan
gerous weapon in the hands of a tact
less person. Because a thing is true
is no reason it should be told, or told
in away to offend. He who would
have many and strong friends must
exercise tact in order not to offend
even by the truth, because it is very
difficult for many people to forget
even a fancied injury entirely. This
is especially ti'ue of offenses against
taste, or speeches which reflect upon
one's pride, ability, or capacity.—
Orison Swett Marden, in Success.
Flsli Proverbs.
"I have other fish to fry," one says
in declining a task; "A pretty kittle of
lisli," says another, in designating a
pretty bad mess. The "kittle" is the
tackle of the fish-boom, which may
easily get into a sad snarl. "There
are other fish in the sea," says the
rejected suitor. "Mute as a fish,"
"Dead us n herring," "As uneasy as a
fish out of water," "To fish tor com
pliments," ore among the best-known
figurative expressions referring to the
tinny tribo. "Very like a whale" we
may refer at least to Shakespeare's
time ("Hamlet," 111., 2). "White as
whalebone" was coined when walrus
ivory was taken l'or whale's bone.
"The shark files the feather" is a
sailor's saying, Indicating the fact
that this voracious fish will not touch
a bird. The use of the term "land
shark" is not confined to seamen by
nuy means. Shakespeare makes use
of another nautical expression in
"Twelfth Night," (1., S).—The United
Service.
Over Nnpoleon's Orent March by Hal]
The railroad from Warsaw to Mos
cow follows almost exactly the route
of Napoleon and the Grand Army.
The country Is still the same as In Ills
day. except for the railroad Itself; and
as the dreary plain, broken only by
vast stretches of monotonous birch and
pine forests, slips by, hour after hour
and mile after mile, the greatness of
the man who crossed It with an army
looms ever larger on the Imagination.
The military genius of Napoleon seems
more marvellous than ever before,
while the lone and level plain, the
marshes, the woods, the chill and slug
gish rivers, silent witnesses of his
great march, stare back at the gazer
as the train runs slowly onward. It
was tills same country that destroyed
Ids army on its retreat after the ruin
ous and Inexplicable delay at Moscow
which Insured a defeat that could
have been so easily avoided.—Scrlb
ner's.
TJio Palm as a Passport.
The lines of no two human hands are
exactly alike. When a traveler in
China desires a passport the palm of
the hand is covered with line oil paint
and an impression is taken on thin,
damp paper. This paper, officially
signed, is his passport
VICTORY OF SUBMARINES
THEY HAVE UNQUESTIONABLY AD,
DED TO WAR'S DANGERS.
The United Stated lias Six Effective Boats
of the Fulton Clues Now Afloat or
Building Submarines Could Have
Defeated Dewey.
Since our war with Spain, four years
ago, no weapon has made greater gains
in the estimation of the naval men of
the world than the submarine torpedo
boat, writes John B. Spears. And that
statement Is astonishing to all who
know the praiseworthy dislike that all
able naval men have always held to
ward those boats. Just how and why
this dislike Is fading is one of the most
interesting stories of recent days ill
the navy.
When submarines were first proposed
to naval men it was with difficulty that
they could lie induced to consider the
matter. Since the days when John
Paul Jones laid the Bonhomme Richard
alongside the Scrapis, and the favorite
range for high sea battles was "within
pistol shot." our naval officers have
asked no better opportunity than an
open fight on the high sens with no fa
vors. They have read with a feeling
not far from contempt of the shore
fighters who gained victories by ar
ranging ambushes for unsuspecting en
emies. To their minds a submarine
boat was worse than a rattlesnake In
the grass. To strike within range and
destroy at one stroke a whole ship's
company without giving them any
chance whatever for their lives was lit
tle If any better than legalized assass
ination.
To add to the disgust of the conser
vative naval men the promoters of the
submarine schemes were in every case
enthusiasts, and in most cases made
claims that were utterly ridiculous.
Thus pictures were made and printed,
even in scientific Journals, which rep
resented the submarine boat passing
under a battleship and leaving under
its bottom two buoynnt torpedoes, to
be held there by horseshoe magnets
while the boa{ went away to a safe dis
tance and exploded the torpedoes by a
current of electricity sent through a
trailing wire.
But because the promoters were en
thusiasts, and because there was a
germ of success in their idea, they per
sisted. and their most recent work has
brought fruition.
The first real success was scored
when they persuaded Congress to build
n number of these submarine hoats and
plnee them In charge of young naval
officers for trial and experiment. There
seemed to be not a little spice of dan
ger in experimenting with a thing like
that, and the youngsters took hold
with an enthusiasm equal to that of
the promoters, and one result at least
has been simply astounding.
The submarine Fulton has proved
that she can dodge a cannon's projec
tile as the loon and the elder duck
dodge a musket hall. When steaming
along the surface under service condi
tions she repeatedly closed all ports
and dived far enough Mow the sur
face to ho safe from an enemy's shot
in less than three seconds. It has been
done In two. Our best cannon throw a
a shell a range of 3000 yards at an av
erage speed of about 2300 feet per sec
ond. It follows that if the torpedo boat
were at a range of 2500 yards, ami
dived at the flash of the gun, she would
be safely beneath the water when the
projectile arrived, three seconds later.
As compared with the latest subma
rine boats built by France—the only
nation that has hitherto given this class
of vessels adequate attention—the div
ing speed of our submarines is strik
ing. For the French have to unship a
smokestack, draw a lire In a steam
boiler and wait for the furnnee to cool
—in all about fifteen minutes—before
going under.
Wo have six effective boats of this
class now afloat or building. Great
Britain is building six more from ex
actly the same plans, and that is a fact
of which we may make boast. It is in
teresting to note, too, in connection
with the British flotilla, that the in
ventor of these boats, Mr. John F. Hol
land, was described in a New York
paper, about twenty years ago, as a
Fenian, who was making ills experi
ments for the purpose of developing a
craft to blow the British navy out of
the water!
Simple warships are these subma
rines. They are cigar shaped, sixty
four feet three inches long by eleven
feet In diameter in the middle. A gas
olene engine drives tliera when on the
surface, and works a generator with
which to charge electrical storage bat
teries, used in driving the boat under
water. There is a conning tower of
four-inch armor plate, a hatch for en
trance and exit, and a hollow flagstaff,
at the top of which is a "periscope," a
thing that works like the finder of a
camera, and enables the pilot to see
what is doing on the surface when the
boat is floating as much as eighteen
feet beneath. Horizontal rudders arc
fitted astern, as well as the common
kind, and it Is by tilting these to act
like a duck's feet that the submarine
dives. There are ballast tanks to regu
lnte the depth to which it Is desirable
to descend and to keep the vessel on
an even keel. Large flasks filled with
air compressed to a pressure of 2000
pounds to tile square inch provide for
the air supply while under water.
The weapon of offense is the common
Whitehead torpedo. As now built these
torpedoes travel in a straight line Just
beneath the surface of the water for
2000 yards—a sea mile—at a speed of
thirty-seven knots per hour.
The speed of the submarine torpedo
boat is eight knots an hour on the sur
face and seven beneath. Fuel for a
voyage of nearly 400 miles on the sur
face and twenty-elghi beneath can he
carried.
Mot long ago the Fulton went to the
bottom of Pecontc Bay and remalnefl
there for fifteen hours. A heavy storm
raged on the surface, but the boat lay
In peace and her crew smoked their
pipes, sang songs and enjoyed life as
only naval seamen know how to do
when on a frolic.
It seems incredible to old marline
spike sailors, but the fact Is that, with
its ability to dive quickly and to run
beneath the surface, the
boat Is probably the safest warship
commission.
The effectiveness of the submarine
In attacking an enemy is still a matter
in dispute, but progress has been made
there as well as in other directions. It
is observed and may be admitted that
a crew would not be able to serve the
boat well for more than two days at a
stretch. But to illustrate what can be
done with one we may imagine an eu
■njy attempting to blockade New York
Harbor. If a station for submarines
were provided inside of Sandy Hook,
with a pier for the hoats and barracks
on shore for the men, it would be a
simple matter for the submarines to go
cruising by turns on any day or night,
and range all over the water from Bar- ,
ucgat to Shinnecock —to patrol the sea •
for fifty miles off shore. That is to say
it lias been definitely proved that OU 'W
submarines are capable of preventing™
an effective blockade of any harbor.
As auxiliaries to forts they arc admira
ble. For the defense of our coaling
and repair stations at Cavite, Guam,
St. Thomas, Key West, etc.. they are
as now made at once cheap
tive. Said Admiral Dewey recently
while talking of submarines:
"With two submarines in Galveston
the navies of the world could not block
ade the place." Referring to Manila,
he added: "From what I saw my own
belief is that I could not with my
squadron, if the enemy had had two
of those boats Willi determined Ameri
cans on hoard, have held that bay.
We would have had to be under way,
and would never have known when the
blow was going to strike. It would
have worn us out. The liumnn frame
would not have stood It. They would .
have come out dark nights and we A. 1
could not have seen them until they
were close to us, and my experience
is that you aim very badly in those
conditions. You eouid not train your
guns 011 them."
In order to employ submarines in for
eign waters it has been proposed to
build transports especially fitted to
carry them in company with an aggres
sive squadron. Although our present
boats weigh 120 tons each, it is possible
to construct such a ship with a derrick
that would lauch them overboard in
quiet waters. For service against a
bottled squadron like that of Cervera
something great might be accom
plished. In narrow waters like these
of the British Channel the submarine
would quickly sweep away all ordi
nary commerce. No one but a block
ade runner would dare cross a water
patrolled by theiu. A
All talk about the submarines repine-w
lug other warship is as idle as that of
their ability to compel nations to sub
stitute arbitration for war. But they
have unquestionably added to the dan
gers of naval war, and they have com
pelled naval officers to consider new
tactics to take the place of the old
style of blockading a harbor. In short,
the submarine torpedo boat has at last,
in spite of praiseworthy prejudice
against Its manner of warfare achieved
an undisputed position as an efficient
weapon of coast defense, and has com
pelled the naval officers of the world to
give it serious cousideration.—Collier's
Weekly.
I.iK n Miracle of the Sea.
Captain Sanders, of the steamer
Compton, which arrived from the scene
of the wreck of the Spanish steamer
near Beaufort, tells of a mysterious co
incidence in connection with the rescue \
of the crew. Tuesday iuornlug, with IS
a gale of wind blowing and heavy seas
breaking over the massive hulk of iron
in tile steamer there suddenly came an
unexpected calm and Immediately half
of tile weather-beaten crew put off In
a lifeboat.
Their daring inspired the brave life
saving station men, and they rushed
out and rescued the remaining fourteen
seamen. Before the shipwrecked sail
ors had hardly taken refuge on the cut
ter Algonquin the storm resumed its
fury, and a few minutes later the big
steamer broke in two and the bridge
upon which the crew had been stand
ing since the Saturday before went un
der.—Charlotte (N. C.) Observer.
Boy-Struck Girls.
If a "boy-struck" girl is tided over
she will make a finer woman often
♦ban her more phlegmatic sister. She
thrills with nerves, she aches with V
longings, her spirit beats restless
wings against the confining bars of
youth and inexperience. She uiust
be tamed, as a young eagle Is tamed,
with infinite patience and love and
tact. She must lie coaxed and petted
and soothed—never coerced. As the
young eugle would resent harshness
and swoop away to dash out Us reck
less young strength on the Jagged side
of a cliff, so will such a girl in the
face of compulsion throttle nil good Im
pulses for the sake of a freedom she
does not comprehend and Is not wise
enough to use, only waking to her folly
when her bruised young soul lies dead
at her feet and her last hope of a
mistaken happiness has fled.—Medical
Talk.
A Modified Woril. L *
Tlie word treacle lias undergone aa
odd modification. At first It was ap
plied In sueli decoctions of roots or
other substances as were deemed bene
ficial In medical practice; then, as
these were frequently sweetened, it
came to mean any sweet concoction or
confection, and, lastly, as molasses
was the sweetest of all, this nam#
was exclusively applied to syrup.

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