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There is an island in Slumber sea And they sat on the moon and swung their
Where the drollest things are done, feet,
And we will sail there, it the winds are fair, ELike pendulums, to and fro.
Just after the set of the sun. Down Slumber sea is the sail for ms,
'TIs the lovellest place in the whole wide And I wish you were ready to go.
world, For the dream folks there on this curious
Or anyway so it seems, isle
And the folks there play at the end of each Begin their performance at eight.
day There are no encores, and they close their
In a curious show called "Dreams." doors
On every one who is late.
We sail right into the evening skies,
And the very first thing we know The sun is sinking behind the hills,
We are there at the port and ready for The seven o'clock bells chime.
sport I know by the chart that we ought to start
Where the dream folks give their show. If we would be there in time.
And what do you think they did last night Oh, fair is the trip down Slumber sea!
When I crossed their harbor bars? Set sail, and away we go!
They hoisted a plank on a great cloud bank The anchor is drawn. We are off and
And teetered among the stars. gone
To the wonderful dream town show.
-Ella Whe&cer Wilcox.
HE teacher stood t
by the blackboard l
reviewing w it h 1
Ralph Burrows a
Sproblem in alge- y
bra. Most of her a
S pupils were from
the lower walks of C
life, rude in dress a
r4. and manner, and
backward in in- t
telligence. The e
schoolroom was a relic of an ancient
educational regime, with broken, be- d
grimed walls, curtainless windows
and backless, splinter-fringed benches,
whose present incumbents could,
upon the clumsy "forms" before t
them, carve their initials side by side
with those of their fathers', or im- 8
prison flies in dungeons gouged out a
by the jack-knives of their grand- c
This pupil in algebra was the sole a
representative there of the township 8
aristocracy. The teacher was very 1
proud of him. He had already passed I
the entrance examination for the high
school in a distant city. He showed
what he could do when she had r
material to work with, she thought,
and she was fond of showing him off
when the trustees made their pre- 1
scribed "two visits a year." The boy
had an earnest though merry face, and t
he bore with good-humored indif
ference the distinction of being the
best-dressed and most scholarly pupil
It was a raw January day. The wind
made the old schoolhouse quake, but f
for pity of the children, it piled pro- t
tecting ridges of snow about the case- t
ments. For the comfort of the smaller
children benches were drawn close to I
the stove; but at the fortms the older e
ones wrung their hands to dispel the I
numbness of their fingers, and sat
upon their feet to keep them warm.
A little girl with stringy, yellow t
curls, a lace-bordered apron, torn and
dingy, and a soiled ribbon around her 1
neck, tugged at the teacher's gown.
"Tin me and Weaser Tan do home?"
"Weaser Tan" (Louisa Rutan) by I
her side, hung her head bashfully and I
pulled, her mouth awry with her I
fingers. There was no attempt at finery
In Weaser Tan's costume. She was an I
ugly child, with part of her unkempt
hair gathered into a short, tapering
braid and tied with a bit of thread,and 1
the rest of it hanging in strings about a
her eyes and ears.
The teacher hesitated.
"'Me and Wesser Tan' will freeze
on the way, Miss L- ," said Ralph, t
good-naturedly turning from his prob- I
lem, "they have nearly as far to go as
I have."
Miss L- stepped anxiously to the
window and surveyed the road.
"If 'Me and Weaser Tan' will wait 1
till school's out I'll take them home on
my sled," continued Ralph.
The teacher looked relieved.
"If you'll do that, Ralph," she said,
"you may go right away; for the
storm's getting worse every minute."
I The boy was delighted to get out of
school so early. "Proof that a good I
cotion is never thrown away," he said,
with roguish familiarity. Then he
slammed his books into place, put on
his warm overcoat and tied a
bright home-knit scarf around
his neck, and the little girls
pinned on their threadbare shawls.
They went out into the storm to
gether, and he seated them a-tandem
upon his sled.
"Put on your mittens, Weaser Tan,"
he said, for the child's hands holding
to the sides of the sled were chapped
and red.
"She ain't got none," said Grace,
pulling at the wrists of her own and
giggling self-consciously.
"Put these on, then," said he,
throwing his own into her lap.
She drew them on shamefacedly.
The little girls lived in adjoining
cabins; and when he left them in front
of their door he said:
"You may keep the mittens, Weaser
Tan; mother'll knit me another pair.
They're not so gay as Grace's, but
they're warm.
Bialph Burrows, home on a college
vayation, came out of the woods be
hind the Rutan cabin with his gun
upon his shoulder. His dog had run
on ahead and Ralph came upon him
eagerly lapping water from a trough in
frqutof thehouse. Grase and Weaner
TIan were there, the latter with her
hand upon the handle of the puamp,
from whose nozzle a stream of fresh
water was falling gently fbr the ani
ald's enjoyment.
"Don knows where the best water
in the neighborhood is to be found,"
smid Baiph, throwing a bunch of game
upotah the grass and pumping a dipper
jal of water for himself as the girl
sud) k Maside. The dog, a
soassst glt, we b * *
her and laid his tawny head against
her. She spoke gently to him, fond
ling his silky ears.
"He seems to be an acquaintance of
yours," said Ralph, by way of being
"Sh'd think he ought to be," giggled
Grace. "She's always saving bones
and things for him."
"That's very kind, I'm sure," said
the young fellow, turning toward the
game which Grace was inspecting.
"That blue-jay was an accident-I
didn't mean to shoot him."
"You might give me his wings for
my hat," said Grace, saucily.
"His wings? with pleasure," and,
taking out his knife, he cut them off.
"One for Grace and one for--'Wea
ser Tan,' " he said, giving one to each
and laughing at the recollection of the
old childish name.
He went whistling out of the grate;
and Grace, with each hand grasping
a picket of the rickety fence, watched
him out of hearing. He drew a long
breath as she turned away.
"Gracious, ain't he handsome!" she
said, "and, Wease, you like him awful
For answer Wease splashed her well
with water. Then Grace went crying
into the house, and Wease, in the
covert of the high pump, softly stroked
the jay's wing and watched the giver
out of sight.
"Room in our town for another
physician," wrote distant relatives,
and there Ralph Burrows went fresh
from an extendedl course of study and
travel abroad. He opened his office in
the heart of the town; his home was
with his relatives on hills that over
looked it. Business came to him lag
gingly, but love came on smooth, swift
Marguerite, heir of beauty, wealth
and goodness, sat .on the veranda,
fleldglass in hand. A dozen times a
day she focused it upon Ralph's office
in the town below. A few moments
since she saw him lock his door and
set out upon the homeward road. Now
he was hidden from view, but she
knew just what landmark he had
reached (she had timed him so often).
To speed the minutes she took up a
magazine and scanned an article that
essayed to settle for all times and for
all people the question: "Is life worth
living?" When he came she met him
at the foot of the terraces, and with
his arm around her he led her back to
the veranda.
"What's in it?" he asked, tossing
the magazine aside to make room for
them both upon the willow settle.
"Oh, Ralph," she cried, archly, "is
life worth living?"
He took her face between his hands
and looked unutterable love into eyes
that paid him back his own.
"Is life worth living? And with
Marguerite? A thousand, thousand
times, sweetheart, and forever and
ever!" He kissed her rapturously.
"For shame," she whispered, look
ing rosily foolish and happy, "there's
Louise; she must have heard and seen
the whole performance. And, by the
way, Ralph, when you write your
mother, thank her again for solving
for us the servant problem in so far as
a waitress is concerned. This Louise
Rutan has been with u's two months
now, and we find her all we could de
sire: only (with a little deprecative
shrug) her face is so stolidly sorrow
ful. I'm so happy myself, Ralph, that
when anyone else is sad I feel a sort
of remorse-almost as if I were re
"Well, poor girl," he said, "I've
known her ever since she was-three
feet high, I suppose, and she's had
pretty hard lines. She'll brighten,
never fear, in the atmosphere of this
"Louise," said Marguerite next day,
"I believe I'll let you drive me into
town; you're accustomed to a horse,
aren't you?"
"Not very; but I'm not afraid," was
the reply; so they went.
Marguerite had made her purchases,
had achieved a merry consultation with
Rallph in front of his office, and they
were upon a homeward, uphill road
that lay along the bed of a little stream.
The queer, reticent girl by her side
Swas a study for Marguerite. Through
Sout the drive she had tried to make
Sher talk; but, bafed, she had by now
Slapsed into a silence akin to pique. A
r new thought came to her.
S"Louise," she asked, "is life worth
, living?"
"For you it must be, Miss Mar
It was a lengthy sentenee for the
rgirl to utter, but her eyes looked
staight ahead and her hands holding
I the alack rein lay limp in her lap.
"And why not for yeou, Louise?"
1 The girl hesitated, and Marguerite,
aalways prone to mor'liUsin improved
the epportually
"My good girl," she said, "yonu
wage-earners make a great mistake in n
thinking that wealth brings happiness.
All of us, rich and poor alike, meet
with disappointments, and we can t
either make the best of them and be 1
happy or make the worst of them and
be miserable. Now, here are these
gloves that I've just bought. I I
couldn't get the color I wanted; these
are fully three shades too dark, but e
I'm not going to fret about them; I'm f
going to be happy in spite of circum- a
"Yes, ma'am," said the girl, apatheti- I
"You have health, a home and
plenty to eat and to wear, Louise, and
I have no more than that."
"Yes, ma'am"-but there was repu
diation in the tone.
Marguerite recognized it, and went
on, a softness stealing over her glad,
flower-like beauty.
"Of course, I have Ralph; but
some day, Louise, some honest
hearted young fellow will come to you, I
and will love you as his life, and then,
Louise, if your heart responds" (her
voice weighed with the sweet mystery
of love dropped into rhythmic cadence)
"you will be blest indeed."
"Yes, ma'am," said the girl again,
but feigned an interest in the land
scape and leaned forward to hide her
homely face from the gaze of the beau
tiful and blest.
Suddenly the feigned interest be
came real, for she half rose to her feet, I
grasping the dashboard.
She threw the reins into Marguerite's
lap; and, springing to the ground,
pressed into the thicket of blackberry
and catbrier that upon one side bor
dered the road. Parting the tangle
with her bare hands, she took one look
through the opening she had made.
The next instant she had loosened the
traces and was leading the horse out
of the shafts.
"Why, Louise"-began Marguerite;
then she got down and went to her
with a face full of astonished inquiry.
The girl's fingers were flying from
buckle to buckle along the harness.
"Go home as fast as you can go,
Miss Marguerite," she said. Her voice
was steady, but her hands shook.
"What do you mean, Louise?"
The girl dragged the harness off:
"For you," she said, "life is worth
living; for me"-she backed the horse
to the carriage-side-"death is worth
From a hub she vaulted to the
horse'n back.
"3o home!" she shouted, fiercely;
for by now she had lost control of her
"I believe you are insane," said
Marguerite, half in anger, half in
To the quivering girl the suggestion
was an inspiration. She waved her
hands wildly:
"Go!" she shouted, jerking the
horse upon his haunches, "start, or
I'll ride you down!"
Marguerite fled in terror. Once she
looked back. No one was in sight,
but she heard the horse's hoofsclatter
ing downward into the town.
A catalpa, little and old and scarred
and only of late protected from vandal
ism by a box, stood in front of the doc
tor's office. A horse wheeled under it,
and Ralph reached the sidewalk as the
rider slipped to the ground.
"What's wrong, my girl?" he asked,
with forced professional calmness.
Her breath came pantingly.
"Go home," she gasped, with tense,
white lips, "they want you."
He sprang toward his office, but she
clutched his sleeve. She was not
fierce now, but her tone itas an agony
of pleading.
"Oh, go!"-for the first time in her
life she looked full into his face
"don't stop for anything-she's dying,
I tell you-Marguerite-she's bleed
ing to death by the roadeide-above
the dam."
She pressed the bridle into his hand,
but he tore away into his office. He
was out again like a flash, hatless but
his emergency kit in hand. He
snatched the bridle and the next min
ute the woody, up-hill road plucked
horse and rider out of her sight.
Almost fainting, she held to the tree
box. The street was nearly deserted,
but two women, talking earnestly,
came round a corner. She clutched
the gown of the nearer. \
"The dam," she whispered, "there's
a leak-"
The woman started and gathered
her skirt closely about her. "Poor
creature!" she said to her companion,
"rum is the curse of this land," and
they turned nervously into the nearest
Then Weaser Tau's strength came
again. Two boys tore past her in a
wild game of chase. She seized the
foremost by his shoulder, his compan
ion grabbed him at the same instant,
and both wheeled stumblingly in
front of her.
"Buan for the hills!"-she shook
the boy as if to awaken him from
sleep-"the big dam is giving way!
Don't stand and starel Alarm the
She flung them from her, and they
plunged shead--bni shrieking like a
maniace, the other dumb with terror.
The girl herself dashed after the two
women. Ahead of her and on the op
posite side, upon a bank of the
"branch," was a factory. In its sec-~
ond story young girls were working;
Sshe could see them through the open
She was flying up the stjrs when
a suspieious foreman stopped her.
"Whereaway so fast, young wo
e "The flood is comingl"
S"Nonsense!" he smiled pleasantly.
"It's the dam, the great dam above
the South Fork! Look out- at the
branch!" end she tore pst him.
- 'The girls were already staring wild
ly into one another's faoes, for a new
din the opo at a ismlag riviwr.Ju,
gled with the whir and clatter of the I
"Run for your lives!"
They rushed to the street and fled I
their various ways. One, half para
lyA.ed, clung to Weaser Tan.
"The railroad bridge is high and i
very strong." From both sides peo
ple were crowding upon it.
Only a moment-but in it, to that
struggling cityful, terror enough to
freight eternity-and Louise, her arm I
around her fainting charge stood I
upon the bridge. Then the dam sur- i
rendered its last defense and pande- I
monium plunged into the valley. f
The work "of rescue was going on.
The young doctor had not lain down, (
they said, for two days and two nights.
He was everywhere, directing, com- E
manding, executing. Some sixty rods i
below where the bridge had been was
a wooded knoll, for which the branch I
in its peaceful days had turned tran- I
quilly aside. A mass of drift was
piled there now, sand and soil;
trees, cattle and the wrecks
of homes; stone buttress; brace -
and girder and stanchion of steel
and human flesh and blood-wisps of I
straw flipped aside by the torrent, the
discarded playthings of a moment.
Gangs of men were sorting it over.
A bit of blue cambric caught Ralph's
eye. He knew it, for his mother had
worn it once.
"Careful there, careful," he warned,
pressing in among the laborers, "take
away that piece of roofing. Not your
axe, man! For heaven's sake don't
use that! There's a young girl lying
just beneath! Help me lift it, half a
dozen of you-so-that will do."
He scooped away some debris with
his hands and wiped the soil from the
dead face.
"Thank God, there's no mutilation.
That iron beam there twisted like a
thread-it confines the arm. Set your
lever just here. Steady-steady; that
will do.
"Now, some one help me carry her.
Not you, Van Courtlandt; some one
with an awful sorrow tugging at his
heart. You'll do, McCall.
"Gently, my man, tenderly as you'll
lift that little girl of yours when you
find her. Lay her here, McCall.
"One moment more, my friend.
Here's a pillow, soft and white and
frilled, a dainty thing-Marguerite
sent it. Put it into place while I lift
the head. Now the spread-thank you,
Weaser Tan lay in her coffin; her
face as plain in death as in life, but
more serene. Ralph stood and looked
at her wonderingly and sadly. His
old dog came and, whining, laid his
1 muzzle in his hand.
"Yes, Don, you've lost a friend.
She loved you."
Marguerite came softly in.
"Here's something else she loved,"
she said. "They say she would not
sleep without it under her pillow."
He opened the little box she gave
him, gazed into it for a moment,
touched its contents tenderly, then
tucked them under some roses that lay
upon her breast.
They were a pair of gray yarn mit
tens and a blue-jay's wing.-Short
Novel WIay to Tell the Time.
"The Navy Department clerks have
a good one on me," said Senator Jones
recently to a Star reporter. "I have
had frequent occasion to visit the State,
War and Navy Department building
during the session of Congress, and
somehow always managed to get there
about noon each day, though I had no
t particular object in getting there the
same hpur each day. But it happened
that way. I noticed on several occa
r sions as I passed through the halls of
the building that some of the clerks or
messengers sang out 'down' as I passed
them, and, though I could not under
stand the reason, I did not connect it
with myself. When the thing hap
pened three or four times in esucces
Ssion, it began to make me think. About
t three weeks ago I had business there,
Sand just as I entered a room looking
for a friend, an official, a clerk broke
Sout with the usual 'down,' looking at
me straight in the eyes. I got a little
hot under the collar at it, and said,
'Young man. There is nothing par
ticularly down about me'that Iknow of,
and will you please explain'why all of
you speak of me as down as I pass
sthrough?' The clerk reddened up
somewhat and explained that his
d 'down' had no reference to me what
Sever; that what he meant by it, as also
the others, was that the time ball which
d is dropped from the flag staff at the
t top of the building at noon each day
had dropped for 12 o'clock; that it was
a custom of the clerks and messengers
of that building whenever they hap
Spened to be watching the ball to sing
out 'down,' so as to inform their fel
low clerks who were not watching the
ball that it was down. Of course, the
explanation was satisfactory and that
is all there is of it. I admit, however,
that the clerks in that building have
Sone on me, and I'll try to even it up
some time with them."-Washington
Steel aglls ia Chltan.
A Pittsburg artificer, Walter Ken.
nedy by name, has taken charge of
' the steel rail plant at Han-Yang,
- China, and is turning out rails of
e standard quality, as good as those of
-- Pittsburg, Bethlehem, Joliet or any
I; of the American or European rolling
-mills, to be laid down on the new
Wo-Bung railroad. The introduction
nof this new industry, says the New
York Tribune, is likely to be of more
- importance to China than anything
which has happened in her history
since the days of Confacius. As her
• guide in this new and momentonu
ee industrial departure, the country did
| well to take an American, and it seems
apparent that she has picked oat a
- capable one, who uhtderstmands his
r( business sad is qualifed to make the
' rdIus undrstaae it also,
this is a Spot People Should Carefully i
Guard From Onslaughts of the Iaseat
-Danger of Poisoning Especlally Great
in Humid Weather-Petroleum Kills.
Deaths from mosquito bites have li
been reported as far back as 1889. In a
March of that year John J. Collins, an tl
insane patient, escaped from the asy- a
lum at Snake Hill, N. J., and wandered c
for several days in the Hackensack c,
Meadows. When found he had been d
terribly bitten by mosquitoes, and he d
died in spite of medical care. Charles tl
Mingard, of Hoboken, N. J., died from t,
a similar cause in September, 1889. A tl
more recent case was that of Carl a
Heaad, of St. Louis, who died in Sep- t1
tember last from the effects of a single t
bite. d
Cases less serious than these are si
reported every day, and there are un- fi
numbered instances in which tempor- t
ary disfigurement, accompanied by s
great pain, has been caused by the n
bite of this insect.
This record, fragmentary as it is, t,
convicts the mosquito of being a b
menace to life and health. Physicians s
so regard it. Dr. Frank E. Miller, a
of West Thirty-seventh street, said:
"The mosquito undoubtedly is ,
capable of inflicting a fatal wound. n
The insect is bred and fostered in a
decayed matter, and it is the transfer P
of the germs of this fetid substance to t
the blood of the victim that causes the ,
complications. The poison is injected f
into the blood and then circulated c
throughout the system. d
"The most fatal spot to be attacked i
is just behind the ear. A person bit- ,
ten on one of the veins there by aa
mosquito inoculated with the poison ]
of putrid matter would be in imminent a
danger of death, for the poison would c
reach the heart and brain within a few
minutes. The puncture of a large vein
also would be highly dangerous.
"The constitution of the victim has i
much to do with the effect of the bite. f
A person whose blood was thin or dis
eased would be much more liable to ,
serious injury than one who was
strong and healthy. A patient came ,
to me recently within an hour after he
had been bitten, yet already his arm
was swollen to almost thrice its natural
size. He had been bitten over a large
"The extraordinary danger from
mosquito bites just now is due to the
humidity of the season, which has pro- t
duced large quantities of decayed
matter, upon which the insects thrive,
and from which they derive the fatal
An interesting, though not a com
forting, fact concerning the mosquito
is that it can communicate the disease I
known as anthrax, believed to be iden
tical with the plague of olden times.
James T. Whittaker, in the American
Text Book of Medicine, is authority
for this statement. Anthrax is the di
rect result of inoculation from diseased
animal matter. The symptoms will be
recognized by those who have suffered
from mosquito bites:
"The period of inoculation varies
from one to several days. The
symptoms may show themselves with
in an hour of inoculation; they may
be delayed as late as four days. A
slight itching, prickling sensation is
first perceived at the site of inocula
tion. - Very soon there appears a
central vesicle, the rupture of which
discharges bloody contents, to be
converted into a dark, red-brown or
black crust, the anthrax."
Innumerable remedies have been
put forth for relief from the bite of the
mosquito. The application of oil of
pennyroyal is recommended by many
physicians as the most efficacious. The
use of alkalies, such as liquid ammonia
or a solution of bicarbonate of soda
or of potash, is also of benefit. Lint
soaked in chloroform and laid on
the bite gives great relief, and
ipecacuanha applied externally is said
to be beneficial. When serious re
sults are threatened the patient should
be stimulated with ammonia or ether,
to counteract the symptoms of syncope
or coma.
To rid a district of a plague of mos
quitoes the liberal use of crude
petroleum has been recommended.
An experiment made at Staten Island
seemed to show the efficacy of the
scheme. The company controlling
Midland Beach, a summer resort, took
extraordinary measures to combat a
plague of mosquitoes. A large salt
marsh near the place, which had been
a prolific breeding ground for the in
seots, was the scene of operations. A
large area of the ground was saturated
with crude petroleum, sprayed from
force pumps with ball nozzle attach
ments. The experiment was a suc
cess, for the plague almost disappeared,
and since then has been hardly notice
able.-New York Herald.
New Era For Siberia.
A new era he just began in the
history of Siberia. Since the begin
ning of this month the whole of that
vast Asistic empire of the Car has
become endowed with a modern and
uniform system of public justice.
SLaw oourts have been opened in the
various provincial capitals, and the
m" cipal tribunal of appeal of S3iberia
benestablishedat Irkutsk. Un
Stilnow therehas beenno system of
Slegal procedure, whatever in Siberia,
the entire country being subject ex
s elusively to the arbitrary administra
I tion of auzcraticoflleials. True, there
Sis yet room for improvement, dince for
Sthepresent there istobe notrial by
Sjury, while the justioes of the peace
are to be appointed by the Crown, in
s stead of being elected by the people of
S-the district. At.the same time the
Snew system is certain to constitute a
a salutary check upon the hitherto un
I bridled tJyranny of Russian oelaldom
* in Siberia.- fLoisviile Couriw- our
The .Red mn Is a Person of Great In.
ventive Gealus.
"The majority of persons who view
articles made by the American Indian
worked in metal, as exhibited in the
museums of the country, express sur
prise at the proficiency disclosed,"
says one of the curators at the Na
tional Museum. "Many of the amu
lets, armlets, buttons and qther decor
ations to be found in the possession of
the Indian are of surpassing finish
and workmanship. In. silver, espe
cially, are they skilled, and the deli
cate tracing and outline of the silver
decorations are often a source of won
der, even to those most familiar with
the red men of the plains. Among the
tribes most remote from civilization
those who have not been brought up to
agricultural pursuits; but roam over
the country as in days of old--there is
to be found scarcely an Indian who
does not possess numerous articles of
silver, which are worn in lavish pro
fusion. The smallest child in the
tribe is robed in skins fastened with
silver buttons and otherwise orna
mented; indeed, it is a characteristio
of the Indian parent to lavish the ex
tent of his wealth on the boy who will
be his heir, if he survives a life of
strife. The beautiful buckskin,
which in finish is like that of
-undressed kid, is often heavy with the
weight of silver, and even the tiny.
moccasins of the same skin are
adorned with buttons and fasteners of
precious metal. The ornaments of
this class of Indians are not of crude
workmanship, but are of excellent
finish and design. The general con
ception of the Indian is that of an in
dividual totally or largely devoid of
invention. There can scarcely be a
more erroneous impression. In place
of lacking capacity for invention, the
Indian, on the contrary, is a person
of great inventive genius, and his
crude surroundings and the infre
quent need of exercising his talents
alone prevent his genius from being
developed. In other generations and
under other conditions the inventive
genius of the Indian was developed to
an extent far beyond the modern con
ception. The mound-builders and the
cliff-dwellers have left monuments
which display a genius equal to, if not
surpassing, the originality of the
modern inventor. An attempt is being
made by the National Museum to
I eliminate this ignorance of the
Indian, so far as it lies in the
scientist's power. Consequently,
with this work of education in view,
the scientists are preparing groups of
figares dealing directly with the life
and customs of the Indians, and, so
far as possible, forming fac-similes of
the home life of the uncivilized man,
his code of religious beliefs and
worships, and the aids which he em
ploys in performing the little work
which his necessities and the love for
adornment require. Among the group
of figures which have recently been
placed on exhibition in the west hall
of the museum is one representing
the methods employed in working
silver into decorations and useful
I articles."
Our Foreign PFenloners.
It is not generally known, perhaps,
that the United States pays annually
$582,785.88 in pensions to residents
of foreign countries. Canada leads
the list with 1889 of our pensioners;
Great Britain second, with 665, and
Germany third, with 601. Then fol
low Mexico, with 85 - pensioners;
Switzerland, 79; France, 61; Sweden,
44; Norway, 37; Australia, 82; Italy,
29; Austria and British Columbia, 24
each; Hawaii, 20; Denmark, 18;
China, 13, and Japan and West
f Indies, 10 each. As a matter of fact,
we have pensioners in almost every
known part of the world-in Algiers,
Argentine, Bohemia, Bermuda, Brazil,
Central America, Chile, Costa Rica,
t Cuba, Danish West Indies, Greece,
SGuatemala, Honduras, India, Siberia,
M'deira, Malta, Netherlands, New
SZealand, Peru, Portugal, Colombia,
Russia, Seychelles Islands, Siam,
SSouth African Republie, Turkey,
Azores, British Guiana, Bulgaria,
Comora Islands, Dutch West Indies,
East Indies, Ecuador, Egypt, Fin
land, Korea, Mauritius, Nicaragua,
Roumania, Tahiti, Uruguay and
Venezuela.--Pittsburg Dispatch.
Horsemseat For Chliekens.
Petaluma can probably boast of an
Sinstitution which is the only one of its
kind in existence, as far as is known.
It is a green-bone mill and horse abat
Stoir, the product of which is intended
only for chicken feed.
O. A. Kenyon is the proprietor. He
at present slaughters about nine
Shealthy horses or mules per day at his
Corona yards, and the quartered car
casses are hauled to the lcal station.
, This resembles an ordinary butcher
Sshop. A two-horse power electric mo
tor furnishes power to propel a bone
cutter and meat-chopper, and he turns
out fresh-ground meat and bone every
e day, out in sizes to tempt the palate of
- any bird, from the tiny chick to the
tfall-grown fowl Quite a trasie is al
ssodone in hides. A dalivery wagonis
I run in connection with the business.
IPetaluma (CaL.) Courier.
e . Lvely Ur-e.e with a *er.
a Auditor W. D. C. Spike, of Pi.ees
- County, Oregon, eamping with his
f family on Dead Man's Idsland, had a
, lively experience with a bear that some
- of his party, out blackberyinug, had
- stirred up. Hewas carrying airon
e bound milk san, and emae out from
w among the underbrush juast as the
r bear was about to strike4 woman.
i yelled, and the bear traned for him
- and knocked the ean from his grsp
1 It looked dark forhim, when he m·na
e I aged to get the can, which was a wide
SJho~athed one, and by a quiek tnr2
- jammed it over. the bear's head. Te
Ba terror of the party was turned ta
r i1.ughta and the heer was
- Although he is in his eightieth year,
the Rev. Dr. B. G. Northop of Clin
ton, Conn., is continuing his good
work, to which he has devoted much
effort in a period of years, of encourag
ing the formation of village improve
ment societies. Many of the smaller
town of Connecticut give evidence, in
improved material conditions and
beautiful surroundings, of the in
fluence which Mr. Northop has ex
erted. _
A leading statistician has compiled
the following table showing the aver
age longevity of the world's various
Japanese....................... 38.8
Russians .... .............26.7
Germans................... 43.9
Austria-Hungarians .............35:7
French ...... ...... ... ....... 40.0
English ......................50.0
Belgians ... ............. .... 40.0
Dutch... .............. 35.9
Spaniards .................... 33.4
Italians ........ ........... .... 33.8
Scandinavians ................51.4
From the above figures it will be
observed that the Scandinavians head
the list with an average longevity of
51.4 years; next come the English
with 50 years to their credit, followed
by the Germans with only 43.9 years.
The lowest on the scale is Russia,
whose vitality is credited with only
26.7 years. The statistician does not
appear to have included America in
his calculations, although it is per
fectfully fair to assume that the lon
gevity of Americans is equal to that of
Englishmen, adds the Atlanta Con
stitution. Americans have the repu
tation of living fast, but this is not al
together deserved. It may be gravely
doubted if any country on the globe
can boast of a more conservative citi
zenship, taking it as a whole, than the
United States, and the word conser
vatism applies as well to the social as
it does to the political character of the
people. While climatic conditions to
some extent determine longevity, it is
largely controlled by national charac
ter and habits. In the light of these
observations the foregoing table can
not fail to be of interest to our-read
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