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~IE -: TRUE DEMOCRAT.
PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT
ST. FRANCISVILLE, LOUISIANA.
Londoners drink 1400 tons of liquid
mnud a year,according to recent expert
testimony before the County Council.
There are many conditions at the
present time which suggest great pros
perity in the near future, maintains
the American Cultivator.
A Denver printing house has just
booked an or der for 350 placards bear
ang the words "Don't blow out the
gas." The Colorado Legislaturo evi
dently is about to convene, comments
the Chicago Times-Herald.
In the last fiscal year the receipts of
New Zealand railroads, which are
owned and operated by the Govern.
ment, were $5,757,400, and the run
ning expenses $3,656,700, leaving over
two millions profit to the Govern
ment.
A Brussels paper relates that not
long ago the Prince of Monaco killed
a whale on the coast of Africa, and
made a present of it to some fisher
men, who, on cutting open the whale's
body, found a large amount of amber
gris, which they sold for $20,000.
Forty-two of the 150 members of the
present New York Assembly are law.
yers, and four more hope to be, desig
nating themselves in the clerk's man
ual as "law students." The farmers
number twenty, there are six workers
at trades, and thirty-eight manufac
turers or merchants. The remainder
are managers, agents, contractors, etc.
Paris has found it necessary to put
a cheek to the haphazard decoration
of her public places. The Prefect of
the Seine has appointed a technical
committee of artists, architects and
other competent judges, to which all
plans affecting the outward appear
ance of the city must be submitted for
approval before the Administration
officers take them up.
When Congressman Dingley, of
Maine, was graduated from Dartmouth
College, the suit he wore on the aus
picious occasion was a, black broad
cloth suit, and the trousers were al
most more than skin tight. It came
from the fashionable tailor's shop in
the little town of Hanover, and the
fashionable tailor was Levi P. Morton,
since Vice-President of the United
States.
The decadence of the American
merchant marine of late years is strik
ingly illustrated by the fact that while
from July, 1S95, to July, 1S96, 16,884
ships of various nationalities vassed
through the new Kiel canal, not one
of these, so far as reported, was an
American vessel. And yet, exclaims
the New York Observer, once the
Stars and Stripes were a familiar
sight upon the high seas, and in the
harbors and estuaries of Europe.
Very few people, probably, ever
think of Sitka as an ancient town, and
yet it is 151 years since the first white
residents of Alaska settled there.
They were Russian hunters, who ar
rived (ur years after Vitus Bering
took possession of all that part of
America in the Russian Czar's name.
The hunters ruled themselves and a
few Indians until 17909, when some
Muscovite nobles formed a company
on the same lines as those followed by
the Hudson Bay Company, and were
intrusted with control of as much of
the region as they chose to claim.
Their local representative was a Gen
eralBaranoff, who governed theland
and all itspeople for thirty years. He
exercised the power of life and death
over his subjects, or slaves, rather,
and was a drunken ruffian of consider
able shrewdness and ability.
There are sixteen States in the
Union, according to the Railway Age,
which have no officers or boards
specially constituted to supervise the
railways within their respective limits
and equalize the rates of transporta
tion. These States are Arkansas,
Colorado, Delaware, Florida, Idaho,
Indiana, Maryland, Montana, Louisi
anoa, Nevada, New Jersey, Tennessee,
Washington, West Virginia, Wyoming
and Utah. In six of these States no
reports whatever are required from
railroad companies. In the others
there are certain State officers who
take the matter in charge. The State
of Arkansas, for example, has a board,
consisting of the Governor, Auditor
and Secretary of State, which is styled
a railroad commission, but it hardly
comes up to the idea of a commission
as understood in Georgia and other
States. In Colorado and Florida the
experiment of having a commission
-has been tried and abandontd.
I.
UNDER THE SN
UNDER THE SNOWV.
E31DE a lovely little
o~ lake in Switzerland
o o there is a small village
of scattered vine-clad
chalets, and the great
mountains loom far
beyond. On a strip
of ground, juttinginto
the lake, a woman is standing. Her
gray hair is smoothly drawn in a knot
on the back of her head. She is clad
in peasant costume and there is a
strange mingling of youth and age
about her. Her face is a strangely
pathetic one, and there is a look of
terror in her eyes at times which
comes and goes, awakened by the
least emotion. The villagers call her
Andre's mother.
Above her two gentlemen are in the
terraced garden, and the elder cries
to the peasant woman: "Good even
ing, Mine. Engermann. Are you ex
pecting Andre? When he cames back
with his cows and goats from the
mountain he will be staying with
you."
"I wish it were so," said the wom
an. "But he btays at home only a
short time. .1fe has to go back again.
Then-then he will remain home until
the springtime," and Audre's mother,
bowing, went on her way.
The gentleman's; friend then asked
his comrade: "Who is that woman?
She mrust have been beautiful once.
What wonderful, far-searching eyes
she has ! They haunt me. Has she a
a story? How account for that sem
blance of terror in her face?"
"Poor soul! She was married four
teen years ago, and had a good hus
band, the handsomest man in the
canton. He was the most famous
guide, with a passion for scaling
mountains, and he was well-to-do, and
once he went on his last trip-that
was just before Andre was born. He
never came back. He was buried in
the snow."
"And the shock his death gave her
has left its trace on the poor woman's
face?"
"That .is it. They say Andre's
mother heard her husband's voice call
ing-and calling for her. Loud at
firrt, then more and more faint. She
was awakened from her sleep. She
came to me-told me her alarms-she
had heard her husband cry for help.
Three days afterward came the sad
news. Her husband had been covered
by an avalanche. Then I heard that
Elisa had gone to the mountain. I
followed her. In a mountain chalet I
found Elisa-and by her side was her
nev-born son. Her hair had turned
gray in a single night. 'Ihen there
was stamped on her eyes that look of
horror. It is a sad story. The telling
of it is depressing. Come, let us finish
our cigars by the lakeside."
Andre had come home for a couple
of days. He was so brown and healthy
looking that his mother cried for joy.
He would be gone soon, that was true,
but would return in October for the
whole winter, and then he should read
his father's book. He was not an idle
lad, had no bad ways, if only she could
get out of his head the idea of becom
ing a guide like his poor father,' and
when this thought came to her, her
heart would stand still, and that
strange look of horror filled her eyes.
In the little house everything was
in absolute order. On a wooden bench
sat the mother and her sor., she busy
with her knitting, and Elisa was
silently worshipping her son. He was
fifteen now, and so like his father.
And now they talked, and the boy
said: '"Mother, what with your knit
ting and the chickens to care for, and
housework, you never can be lonely."
The mother started. "Lonely
lonely l" She would not tell him how
she longed for him-her boy-and
then at once that dread look started in
her eyes. The fear born with her
child had never for a moment lefther.
Would her Andre, living on the monn
tain top, get an idea that he could not
pass his days inthelowlands? Would
he become a guide, like his father? It
was in the blood.
"I had better go to the mountains,"
Andre said; "the air down here feels
close and heavy. It is nice to be with
you, mother, but I could not work so
well down here."
The mother started in terror, rose
from her seat, and covered her face
with her hands. How had it hap
pened? These were almost the very
words Andre's father had spoken when
he started on his last trip-the sour
ney from which he had never returned.
Was it so ordained that Andre should
share his father's fate? When thetwo
days were up, Andre left for the
mountain.
There came a night never to be for
gotten in the villages beside the lake.
Old people shivered in their sleep
and dreamed they had ague. It was
later on that came a booming sound
across the lake.
"What was it?" Elisa asked herself
as she looked out.
The atmosphere was clearer. The
lake looked peaceful and gray, but the
mountains and even the lowest ridge
of the hills were white with snow. As
rhe watched, the huge pyramids op
poeite, on which she knew Andre kept
his sheep, began to gleam with silver
brightness as the sun sent up light
from behind the cloud veil in which
he was rising.
A heavy snowfall in September!
For a moment Elisa could not believe
her eyes; but there was no use in
doubting them.
Presently she heard voices in the gar.
den above. M. Wissembourg was talk
ing to Hans Christen, the village car
penter.
"I do not say it was an avalanche,"
he said; "but it was a fall of. some
kind above Schonegg."
Christen said something, but she
could not make out the words.
"Yes," M. Weissembourg answered,
"that is what I fear"-he hesitated
"well, she need not be told till we are
certain," he said.
"No, no," Christen spoke in a
hushed, awed voice.
Elisa felt that they were speaking
of her, but she also knew that they
could not see her. A fear came lest
they might prevent the purpose she
had so quickly formed.
It had come, thea-the fate she so
dreaded for her boy; he lay buried
under the n:ow.
She sped back to her house and
wrapped herself more warmly. Half
a mile of rapid walking brought her
to just such another little creek as
that at at the foot of the grass-grown
steps; but here, instead of broken
sheds, there was a bathing hut with
two boats moored beside it.
She secured one of the boats and
crossed the lake. She met a villager.
"Tell me," shel cried, abruptly,
"what has happened? Did the ava
lanche fall on this side of the moun
tain?"
"There has been a snowfall," said
the man; "some say a slip of part of
the rock on this side, and the chalets
up yonder at Oberstalden are buried,
and no one knows where the sheep
will have strayed to."
Further on she came across another
man.
"Tell me-tell me," she cried; "has
there not been an avalanche?"
"Yes, mother, and there are some
under the snow."
"Under the snow-under the snow 1"
Elisa cried-and was again on her
way. The poor woman would scale
the heights.
Now, with superhuman efforts, she
reached what had been a high plateau,
but now incumbered by snow. Here
a part of the avalanche had reached.
There were men working away in the
snow. What were they seeking?
All at once Elisa moved to the left
where the snow lay thickly heaped.
The sun was gaining power over the
snow on this side, and as Elisa
plunged resolutely into it she sank to
her knees, She tried to go on, but
this seemed impossible. She felt
rooted in the snow. At last, with
much effort and long pauses between
each step, she struggled forward. She
had quite lost sight of the diggers,
and, crouching down, she listened.
Then a wailing cry sounded over the
snow
"Andre, Andre, I am here."
The terrible cry startled the diggers;
they looked round them in alarm.
"They are here," sne cried, her
eyes glistening with hope. "The men
waste their labor on that side; the
chalet is here3 and some one still
lives the under the snow,"
"You must not stay," said a man
who directed the workmen. "You will
peri·sh in the snow, and you can do no
good."
"Listen l" she held up her hand
and bent her head.
Truly, it seemed as if there was a
far-off, muffled cry.
"I will bring the men, but you must
come away-- come, do you hear me?"
said the overseer.
She was stooping down. Now she
cried out again, in a wail that sounded
strangely sad:
"Andre, Andre I I am here I"
While she bent down, as if listening
for an answer. She was finally drawn
away, carriedoff her feet and set down
again, where the snow lay only a few
inches deep on the ground.
The digging went on silently; it
seemed to her the men were digging a
grave. How far off it was since her
boy had come down to her, and she
had seen his hopes and how he strove
against them for of grieving her I
Then Christen came, and maybe he
pretended to be rough and cross-only
made believe-but he said: "Here is
a nice fright you have given us. To
think of a sane woman coming up
here-and in the way, too," but there
was pity in the sound of his voice as
he added: "A nice-looking mother
you would look, all bedraggled, if you
held Andre in your arms, Come with
me, Elisa. I command it. You bother
the diggers," and slowly the mother
followed him in silence. Turning her
head as she went, she felt that part of
her lay under the snow.
A little shelter had been built, and
a fire was blazing there. Christen led
Elisa there, and she sat down-and
she was alone. Oh, the agony of wait
ingl I Then there came a sound-a
•
dull, soft tread-and it came nearer
and noeareil.
"They are bringing them," said
Christen. And then the mother lost
for the moment her senses. The agony
was too great to bear.
The snow still lies on the lower
mountains, but it will be there till
spring sunshine comes to melt it, for
winter is everywhere.
It is evening now, and. red light
gleams here and there from a chalet.
Elisa has just shut the door that leads
into the balcony, and she goes back
into the room where Andre is laying
on a sheepskin in front of the fire.
The room looks warm in the dim,
ruddy light.
"Shall I light the lamp ?" his mother
says to Andre. ''You will spoil your
sight, my boy, if you read by fire
light."
Andre catches at her skirt as she
goes to get the lamp.
"Not yet, little mother," he says;
"sit down and be idle a while. I am
to begin work to-morrow. Hans
Christen says so."
She sits down, and then he rises, and
kneeling beside her leans his head on
her bosom.
"Mother dear," he says softly, "I
want to tell you something."
She smiles fondly at ,him. Ever
since the day when she was allowed to
bring Andre home exhausted, 1b.talive,
it had seemed to Elisa as if life were
too full of blcesing,
He had been some weeks in re
covering from his burial under the
snow.
"Mother," says Andre, "did you
guess that I was keeping a secret from
nybu?" Ellis's heart gave a big throb,
and the lad felt it as he leaned against
her.
"You will tell me your secret now,"
she says, timidly; for as she looks at
him she feels puzzled, there is such a
gleam of mirth in his eyes.
Ad(lre put both arms around her.
"Darling mother," he says, "you
must not be ha.d on me, I was very
childish then, I thought only of my
self. I know it Was not kind. I usel
to want to grow up fast so as to be a
strong man like father, that I might
guide travelers across the glaciers."
Ho felt her tremble, but she kept
her face still, IHe clasped her still
closer, and kissed her.
"Mother, dear," he went on, "that
is all over now. I told you that while
I was lying there under the snow it
seemed like years. I went on think
ing and thinking more than 1 ever
thought before. 'This grief will kill
her,' I said. 'Precious little mother I
she bas suffered so sadly; she cannot
stand this.' And then presently I be
gan to see how the mountain life I
wanted would have been a sad trial
to you. Mother," he rose up and took
both her hands in his, "I knew then
for a certainty I could not be happy
while you were sad, and I wondered
how it was I had been Eo dull; it all
came so clear"-he paused an instant;
then he broke into a merry laugh.
"You will have me to plague you
always now.. I mean to be a carpen.
tor."
Andre's mother strained her boy to
her heart as though she would make
him grow there, and he falt her hot
tears on his neck.--Macmillan's Maga.
zinc.
Rights of Tree Owners.
Tree owners have some rights.in the
trees, even against corporatiod~asit'ichh
string wires, remarks the Boston Train
script. It might be supposed that all
Interested people knew this fact, were
it not that the employes of telegraph,
telephone and trolley companies so
often hack and mutilate trees without
so much as asking permission and
without incurring any penalty there
for. One tree owner in Pennsylvania
refused to suffer in silence, and suc
ceeded in having inflicted upon a
gang of depredators a fine of 850 each.
That was no compensation for the dam
age done, and even to inflict that pen
altycost much more effort, and the
following of the case from a lower
court to the Supreme Court, where the
appeal of the tree hewers that the de
struction of the trees was necessary to
the operation of the telegraph line
was overruled. In discussing the al
leged need of more legislation on this
subject the Phi!adelphia Press makes
the interesting suggestion that indi
vidual proprietorship in trees extend
to the trees upon abutting streets.
The idea is a good one, adds the Tran
script, as the trees thus situated are
most liable to abuse from the string
era of wires.
Pigs Attacked by a Python.
No creature of the jungles of Java is
more feared than the terrible python.
A hunter tells of his experiences with
one of these huge snakes.
"Gunning one day near the Wasli
river, in the interior of the island,"
he says. "I watched a number of wild
hogs coming to the water to drink.
Suddenly the head of a snake rose
above the grass and a hog squealed. A
python had seized a full grown one,
easily three feet high at the shoulder,
and thrown two coils around the body.
Under the tremendous pressure the
hog seemed to lengthen, and when
the snake uncoiled I saw only a strip
of meat, nothing distinguishable but
the head. I shot the snake. It was
twelve feet long and over seven inches
through, and yet its coils had crnshed
the bones of its prey like chips. There
is no doubt that hidden away in vast
swamps of the interior are many ana
condas of enormous size. Parties
have been made up to hunt them, but
the malarious climate drives them
back."
Nicaraguan Forests.
The vast mahogany forests of Nio·
aragua are almost wholly controlled by
Boston firms by contract with the Nio
araguan Government. The .export
trade in the expensive wood has be
come very extensive, having reached
6,000,000 feet in 1893.
I
BUDGET OF FUN.
lU1)IOROUS SKETCHES FROM1
VARIOUS SOURCES.
Mi Grandmothtr's Hat-Afraid of
the Elsk-At the Concert
Quite True-Satisfied,
Etc., Etc.
bIy grandmother's hat, In colonial days,
Was a wonder for poets to siag;
:.r grandjaugnter flashes it now on my gaze,
At tae play-and I can't see a thing.
-Judge.
AFRAID OF THE RISK.
Carrie-"Jack thinks I'm fickle."
Lena--' "That's probably the reason
he doesn't propose a second time."
Life.
AT TE, CONCERT.
Maud-"Isn't it grand? She plays
entirely by ear."
Synecus (bored)-"She must be very
deaf."-New York Tribune.
QUITE TRUE.
Orator-"Mily friends, what is the
price of liberty?"
Binthare-"Three to ten dollars,
according to the judge."-Judge.
SHE KNEW WHOSE WORD WAS LAW.
"Shall I ask your father, dear?" he
inquired, after the worst was over.
"Just see mamma, George," she re
plied."-Philadelphia North Ameri
can.
TIME SHOULD BE ECONOMIZED.
Mamma-"When you feel angry,
you should always count ten before
you say anything or do anything."
Johuny-"But it takes me too
long."
A MARRIED MAN, HIMSELF.
"I should like to go to my mother
in-law's funeral this afternoon, sir,'"
said the bookeeper to the "old man."
"So should I," replied the proprie
tor, as he turned to his desk again.
Puack.
SATISFIED.
Perry Patetic-"They say a man
enjoys restin' a whole lot better after
a good, hard day's work."
Wayworn Watson-"Well, for all I
know, it may be so; but I ain't round
tryin' any dangerous experiments."
Cincinnati Enquirer.
SERIOUSLY HANDICAPPED.
Freshman - "Isn't young Rush
brawny enough this year to play foot
ball ?"
"Scnior-"Oh, yes; he's all right
physically, but a recent spell of fever
caused his hair to fall out. "-Judge.
NEW WAY TO MAKE A WORLD.
Benny Bloobumper-"Islands don't
agree with volcanoes, do they, pa?"
Mr. Bloobumper-"What do you
mean, Benny?"
"I read in a newspaper that the vol
cano of Bogoslov, on the Alaska coast,
is constantly throwing up new isl
ands, "-Life.
ENGLISH, Y' KNOW,
Cholly Nobrane-"Bowkeaby is so
original, doncher know.
Ethel Endurall-"Yes?"
Cholly Nobrane-"At the college
declamation contest he wecited "Paul
Wevere's Wide" in a monocle,
Dencedly appwopwiate, doncher
know !"-Puck..
WITH THE CONVERSATION LEFT OUT,
Barber (to stranger)--"How would
you like your shave? Close?"
Customer - "Yes; close-mouthed."
And for the space of half an hour, it
,was so still in that tonsorial establish
ment that one could almost hear the
hair growing on the outside of the
sample-bottle of hair tonic in the
front window.-New York Tribune.
UP ON THE CLASSICS.
The savage monarch shook his head.
"Nisi bonum de mortuis," he said.
"That is, don't roast the dead. I
guess you'll have to make it a plain
fry."
The royal chef de cuisine heard the
kingly mandate in silence, as became
him.
As for His Majesty, it was well
understood that he was strongly
affected by the inspiration of the
classics.--Detroit Journal.
COSTLY HOSPITrrALIT,
Enthusiastic Proprietor-"What do
you think of the new hotel?"
Prospective Guest (indifferently)
"Rather fine."
E. P.-"Fine? Grand, I think. Did
you notice the fresco work in the din
mg-room and the new furniture in the
hall?"
P. G.-"Yes, I noticedithem."
E. P. (persistently)-"Well', what do
you think?"
P. G. (gloomily)-"Oh, I suppose
I'11l have to pay for them before I
leave 1"
WINNING A NAME FOR HISELP.
The schoolboy was endeavoring to
make one or two things clear to his
father.
"Y'ou see," he said, "its just this
way. Every time Willie Jones gets
into a fight he gets licked, but he goes
around telling every one that he licked
the other fellow, and so he gets the
reputation of being a pretty good
fighter.'
The old gentleman nodded to show
that he understood.
"And that's why we call him 'Gen
eral Weyler' "added the boy.--Chicago
Post.
Ims MATHEMATBICS,
Mr. Bad-teacher-"Really, Miss
Pedagogical, I cannot teach young
Pickaninny anything, he is so stupid,
He toes not even know what
two plus three are."
Miss Pedagogical--_.,peB, '
are too abstract with him
work more concrete. Askl 1~
one apple and two apples anil
apples are."
Mr. Bad-teacher (in the claw "
--"Young Picbaninny, what r
apple and two apples and threj
pies?"
Young Pickaninny--,"Bo i 4s
big apples? If dey .is, dey i
peek. "-Judge.
Destruction of Sodom and. Gom
The destruection of the oldest'
of civilization and culture ip0
Jordan Valley and the Dead Seas
tricts, namely, that of the fouro
of Sodom, Gomorrah, Admah
Zcboim, is one of the fixed f
c.rliest tradition, and for the oi
geologist the phenomenon present
difficulty, as far as it can be trac
all. The tragedy was caused
sudden break of the vallepy has
the southern part of the Dead Se,
sulting in the sinking of the si
phenomenon which, without;'
doubt, was in intimate conned
with a catastrophe in nature, or
earthquake accompanied by sue
sinking of the soil along one or
rents in the earth, whereby l"
cities were destroyed or "overturn
so that the Salt Sea now oo
their territory. The view that tb
sea did not exist at all before
catastrophe, or that the Jordan
this period flowed into the Medi
ranean Sea, contradicts throug.
all geological and natural seie
teachings connecting the formatiAo
this whole region. That the Pentl
at one time was situated in the uot
era part of the Dead Sea, whioh
now called Sebeha, is proved
among other things, by the pro, '
location at this place of Zoarit
place which escaped destruc ion iin
days of Lot; in accordance, too,'j
the writers of antiquity and
middle ages, including the Arab
geographers. As yet nothing e
can be determined concerning:
location of the four other ieties,
Sodom,Gomorrah, Admah andZeb
of which names only that of Sod8
in Djebel Usdum, is found refleoted
any place in these precincts;
even apart from geological and°-g
graphical reasons, this seems to
the natural thing, as the book
Genesis represents these plases uashj
ing been thoroughly destroyed:1
out leaving any trace or remnant..
hind. The fact that now tha.
tricts are a dreary waste, and by t
Arabian geographer Mukaddasi cal
a "hill," is no evidence that in earl
times this was not different, and -
valley not really a vision of par
-Dr. Max Blanckenhorn. *'t
Grant's Toilet in.Camp. `.
General Horace Porter, i
"Campaigning with Grant,"int
Century, says: In the night of:
14th Lee began to move troopsto,
right. Grant now directed Han0oCE
corps to be withdrawn and massedt
hind the centre of our line, so tht
could be moved promptly in-eit
direction. When the _ Gener alf
back to camp that evening his lo!
were a mass of mud from heid to
his nmform being scarcely r
nizable. He sat until bed time wI
out making any change in his dgl
he never seemed partionlarly -
moded by the travel-stained condit
of his outer garments, but was .rU
lously careful, even in the most I
campaigns, about the clcanhn
his inen and his person. Thei
chance for a bath was in having a '
rel sawed in two and using the'hla
it as a sort of sitz-bath. During)B
of this campaign the General, like
staff oflicers, used this method of
ing, or, as our English friends
say, "tubbing." A[terwards he.
plied himself with a portable r
bath-tub. While campaign lifei
a good school for the eultivati
squeamishness, and while the Ge
was always ready to rough it iid
yet he was particularly modest i
forming his toilet, and his tent fr!
were always tied close, and the
perfect privacy was secured, who
was washing, or changing his lel
While thus engaged even his s
was not allowed to enter his qua
While the Candle Burnas,:
tWe are all famihliar with the
that a candle burns. But pe
there are many persons who. !
never realized just wty it burns
that a certain degree of heat is
sary in order to consume the yF
of wax or tallow of which the @1
is made. In the Arctio regions CII
will not burn satisfactorily at or
low ia temperature of thirty*4"
grees C. 'The reason for this it
the surrounding atmosphere is aS
that the flame is insufficient to'
enough of the material for its.
subsistence. The feeble heat
little more than dielt out a tab
space arounl the wick, therefore,
flame is small and weak, and
times fails together. The ligh
closed in a small glass vase, work
ter, as the temperature is soih
raised by being so confined ands
wax melts to supply the flams
Ledger.
You Will lever Be SorrtY.
For living a pure life.
For doing your level best.,
For being kind to the poor. ,
For hearing before judging.~
For thmnkina: before speaking,
For standing by your prinoipl~
For stopping your ears to gei
For bridling a slanderous tong~
For being square in busine0s
aFor giving an unfortunate
lift.
For promptness in. keepi8
promises.
For putting the best cot
on acts of others.--Detroit Fe