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PUBLIBHED . WEEKLY AT
ST. FRANCISVILLE, LOUISIANA.
The Sioux Indians are aggressive
office-seekers. American Horse headed
a delegation of his tribe upon a visit
to the President recently, demanding
that the clerical positions at the
agencies be filled by educated Indians
instead of white men.
The people of Savannah are moving
for a bi-centennial celebration of the
birth of General Oglethorpe, the
founder of the colony of Georgia. In
-identally, they would also like to cel
ebrate the 100th anniversary of the
perfecting of the cotton gin by Eli
Whitney, near that city.
The story of the ring of Polycrates
as given by the "father of history," and
which is to be traced through many a
mediaeval legend, bids fair to be
eclipsed by an event which happened
in New York the other day. A couple
of hardworking East side young wo
mcea purchased a duck for the mpd
erat sum of fifty-five cents. Whether
the duck was served with the usual
trimmings of green peas or not is not
stated, but considerable zest must
have been added to the feast by the
discovery of a diamond in the gizzard
of the bird. They subsequently sold
the gem for $8".
Dr. Luys, a member of the French
Academy of Medicine, expects start
ling results from a series of experi
ments which he claims to have carried
to a successful conclusion. The doc
tor belfeves that it is possible to ad
minister drugs without compelling.the
patient to swallow them. In brief, he
contends that by throwing the subject
into a hypnotic state the medical in
fluence of the drugs may be injected
into his system by merely presenting
the dose, in a closed glass tube, near
his eye, his ear or his neck. One pe
culiar feature of the doctor's experi
ments is the fact that the drug has a
different effect when held on opposite
sides of the subject's head.
The first pile has just been driven
for the new breakwater, which will
give Buffalo, N. Y., the finest and most
convenient harbor in the world. It is
to be constructed under the direction
of Major Simons, of the Engineering
Corps of the United States Army, will
cost $2,500,000 and be finished in four
years. A breakwater is to be con
structed parallel with the shore, and
8000 feet into the lake, four miles long,
which will inclose about 1800 acres of
water and furnish dockage for all the
,ships on the great lakes. It is con
venient to the railways and they will
be allowed to extend piers 1500 feet
into the basin. They already own the
right of way and plenty of yard-room.
Industrial colonization of the un
,employed under the auspices of the
:Salvation Army may turn out to be an
efficient measure of relief, suggests the
New York Tribune. Even such a
long-headed, practical man of atffairs
as Claus Spreckels think it will work,
and offers ten thousand acres and
money help to further the experiment.
The Army has done wonders in other
directions, it trumpets being blown in
wider marches than those of Alexander
'or Kublai Khan, and in its new de
p~arture it may do equally well, in
-which case a succored generation will
:rise up and call it blessed, notwith
-satanding the sometimes rather trying
instrumental clamor which attends its
progress and ministration.
Uncle Sam has just completed a
grand census of his entire militia. He
now knows exactly where he would
stand should war be declared to-mor.
row with some unfriendly power. The
new figures collected show that we
have to-day in this country over 112,
000 uniformed and organized State
militiamen, who might at any time be
added to our 25,000 regular soldiers.
This would make a total of over 137,
000 organized soldiers, ready to fight
at day's notice. This is only a sixth
of the estimated armed strength of
England, including the native troops
ofIndia. The newly collected data
further show that in case of serious
bostility this Government might draft
into service 10,037,576 men. That is
to say, there is that number in the
Statei and Territories of available age,
between eighteen and forty-five years
old-the limits of military liability.
If placed in a long, single rank, side
by side, with the usual space between,
they would reach from New York to
Ban Francisco without a break. This
is greater than the estimated prospeo
tive strength of any other nation in
the world, except Russia. Russia can
diraft a great army of 12,918,000 men.
In the garden of my love
The flowers fell out one day;
The lilies said the rose
Was not so fair as they.
The roses thought the lily
A blot upon the spring;
They did not se u how any
Could like so pale a thing.
Juno they made their judge,
Who, angry with their quarrel,
Withered them on theirstalks
Despoiled their gay apparel.
But, n',t to disavail
The labors or the sun.
Oin Julia sh_ conferred
Their beauties every one.
9But, even so translated,
The feud is kept alive;
For still, upon her cheek,
The ro.sa and lily strive.
-Pick-31e-Up.
Thz Missing Spoons, j
Ma-lge burst into the room, her eyes
wide and staring and her face pale
with fright.
"Why, Malge Foster, what can be
the matter ?" asked her mother, look
ing up from her sewing.
Madge swallowed and gasped.
"Grandmother Maxwell's spoons,"
she said; " they're gone."
' Gone ? Grandmother Maxwell's
spoons ! " repeated Mrs. Foster, as if
she coulln't quite understand.
" Yes, gone," put in Nat, who had
come in looking almost as frightened
as Madge.
"Why, who would have touched
them ?" asked Mrs. Foster, rising
from her chair.
" Better ask who took Jane's butter
bowl last Tuesday night, and who
stole the cake from the china, closet,
and what has become of the last
volume of "Uncle Tom's Cabin," and
my best skates, and Madge's gold
stick-pin,and Charlie's best coat--"
and Nat paused for want of breath.
"I tell you there's something awfully
mysterious about this !" he continued,
a moment later.
" But grandmother's spoons ?"
questioned Mrs. Foster, trying to be
Calm.
"Why, it was this way," explained
Madge, who was now calm enough to
talk ; "Jane was getting the supper
table ready, and she thought she'd
put on the best silver because the
minister was to be here. So she went
to the closet to get gran¶mother's
spoons-and they were gone. There
wasn't a sign of 'em anywhere,
although we looked all over the closet.
They were in that little,old, red plush
case on the third shelf behind the big
blue bowl. No one knew they were
there but Jane. The box was open
and the spoons were gone. And Jane
says she is sure she has found tracks
on the floor."
"Tracks-" repeated Nat, in an
odd, scared voice; "I saw 'em my
self."
Mrs. Foster followed the twins out
into the kitchen and made a careful
search on her own account. But the
spoons were gone:
There were six of Grandmother
Maxwell's spoons, and they were kept
bound up iii a little bundle tied with
fadedged tape. .They were very thin
and old-fashioned, but every member
of the Foster family from Father
Foster down held them in great rever
ence because they had been in the
family for more than a hundred years.
When Grandmother Maxwell died she
had left them to her three grand
children, two each to Madge and Nat,
the twins, aud two to Charlie, their
elder brother. For this reason they
were prized more highley than any
other single possession of the Max
well family. Jane, who had been a
servant in the Foster family ever since
the twins were born, was as proud of
the spoons as any of the others and
took as much care of them as if they
had been her owvn.
Charliehad left his book in the
library and had followed the others
out into the kitchen. He was down
on his hands and knees examining the
tracks on the pantry floor.
"They don't look to me just like a
man's tracks," he said; "they're
hardly big enough; ip fact, I don't
believe they're tracks at all."
"What are they,then ?" asked Ned.
hotly, "who do you s'pose is doing all
this stealing ?"
"I don't know," said Charlie, "but
I've got a theory."
"Charlie always has got theories,"
put in Madge, mischievously; "I
guess he gets 'em out of books."
"Well, I don't dream of traveling
over all creation," replied Charlie,
winking.
But Nat was interested; he had a
good deal of confidence in his elder
brother. Besides this, the mystery
as to what became of all the missing
things was beginning to grow serious.
Nearly every night something disap
peared from the building, and Where
was not the slightest clew as to what
became of it. Even Father Foster
was worried, and for several evenings
he had remained up late and had taken
particular care to lock every window
and bolt every door. But in the face
of it all Grandmother Maxwell's
spoons had disappeared.
"Yes," Charlie was saying, "I've
been cogitating, and I'll tell you what
I think. That old cellar has some
thing to do with this stealing.
Madge started and looked over her
shoulder, started even in broad day
light. Charlie had said these words
very slowly and distinctly, and it was
some moments before any one spoke.
"But nobody can get into that cel
lar. If a burglar tried it I guess it
would be the last of him."
"I'm not so sure of that," responded 1
Charlie. "Yesterday I went down
cellar with a lamp and there in the
sand-"
"In the sand," repeated Madge,
breathlessly, leaning forward with
parted lips.
Charlie, f;aysJ as attention the in
terruption,'" I saw tracks .leading to
the door."
"And I've been going down there
all alone," wailed Jane, .lifting her
hands in horror.,
"I just believe the thief is hiding
in there," said Nat.
The old cellar was hardly more than
a niche in the stone wall, with a stout
oak door covering its opening. Years
before an old well had occupied the
niche, but it had caved in, and Mr.
Foster had not thought it worth while
to fix it up, especially now since the
town had waterworks. So he had
securely fastened the door to prevent
any one getting into the .well, and, so
far as any of the Fosters knew,. it
hadn't been opened in ten years or
more.
Charlie was so sure of his theory
that he wanted to prove it on the spot.
But they waited until Father Foster
came home and told him about it.
"We'll go and see," said Father
Foster promptly.
He started for his own private closet
upstaires to get the key to the old
cellar. He looked high and low for it,
and then he came back with a puzzled
expression on his face.
"It's gone," he said.
"There's where the mystery is,"
said Nat, excitedly. *
Father Foster led the way, lamp in
hand. Charles followed close after
him with a poker. Nat came next,and
then Mrs. Fosier and Jane, who said
they were not at all frightened, in
deed. At the bottom of the steps,just
peeping into the cellar, stood Midge.
They knelt near the door of the
deserted cellar, and, sure enough,
there were tracks -and tracks that
looked as if the person who made
them had walked straight through the
dusty old door. Father Foster walked
up alititook hold .of the great iron
handle, while Charlie, very pale and
quiet, poi&'ed his poker,ready to strike
if occasion .might demand. Father
Foster pushed, on the door and it
easily swung open on its creaky
hinges.
At first they could not see anything
owing to the glare of light from the
lamp and. the darkness, within, but
Father Foster pushed his wvay through
the door.
'"There they are !" shouted Charlie,
suddenly.
Sure enough, there were Grand
mother Maxwell's spoons, six of them,
tied as usual with the faded tape and.
lying on a pile of other things, includ
ing Charlie's best coat. Jane's butter
bowl, the last volume if "Uncle Tom's
Cabin "'and a dozen or more of other
things which were recognized as hav
ing been taken from the house.
The old well yawned at their feet.
Father Foster peeped down into it,
and could see nothing. The place was
full of cobwebs, and there was hardly
room for anyone to hide, if indeed
any one would have selected such a
dark, damp, spooky place. Just inside
the door Father Foster thought he
saw some footsteps,but neither he nor
Charlie felt quite sure about it. By
this time Mrs. Foster,Jane and Madge
had come up, and they all examined
the place carefully. 1..
" How in the world did they come
here ?" asked Mrs. Foster.
"'That's just the question," said
Nat. "I don't see that the mystery
isn't as great as ever."
They discussed the wonder all the
evening, and finally Charlie and Nat
agreed to sit up and watch, ,taking
their places in the cellar, where they
could see the stairs and the doorway
of the old ivell place. Nat was a little
nervous about it, but Father Foster
said he would be ready in the room
above to respond to the slightest
alarm. That night the watch began.
Charlie and Nat sat close together,
with only the light of a dim candle,
from which they were shaded. For
several hours they waited, and every
thing was quiet. Nat fancied, how
ever, that he heard all sorts of strange
sounds, and he would have given any
thing to be allowed to go upstairs to
bed, Even Charlie felt a little fright
ened, but he would not have admitted
it to Nat for anything.
Some time after mignight, the boys
never knew just what time it was,they
heard a faint sound as of stealthy
steps at the cellar stairs. Nat's teeth
began to chatter and Charlie crouched
with his hands clinched.
"Keep quiet," he said, fearing that
Nat would shout.
The sound of steps colltinued.
"Some one's coming downstairs,"
stammered Nat.
The words were hardly out of his
mouth when they saw something white
gliding along the passageway toward
the old door. The light was much
too dim for them to see distinctly, but
they were conscious'the person or ob
ject, whatever it was, made very little
noise and that it was all white. The
door opened and the figure bent for a
moment inside, then turned and came
out. If the boys had not heard the
faint creak of the rusty hinges they
might have convinced themselves that
they were dreaming.
The figure glided slowly back. Just
before it reached the stairway Nat,
whose back was creepy with fright,
gave one terrific shout. They sawi the
figure half turned in their direction,
shriek wildly and fall in a white heap
on the cellar floor. They were both
too much terrified to move and they
sat there, trembling, and listened to
their father's feet hurriedly tramping
over the floor above them. Then they
saw the light of the lamp and their
father coming downstairs. As he
reached the white object on the floor
he stooped over suddenly :
"Why,MIadge," what are you doing
here ?"
At that the boys dashed forward,
each trying to tell his story in a single
breath. There was Madge in her
night-gown, lying. on the loose boards
asýay: Iii the old 'well place the1
found Mrs. Foster's feather boa.
And that solved. the mystery of
Grandmother Maxwell's spoons. The
doctor said that Madge. was studying
too hard in school and that girls who
walked in their sleep and had so many
bad dreams must have a rest. -Chicago
Record.
SLY REYNARD.
Stories of the Cunning of Foxes When
Pursued by Men and Hounds.
In hunting annals there are to be
found many amusing tales of the fox,
whose short life usually ends in the
glory of the chase. Southey tells of
a tame fox brought up from babyhood
to run in a kitchen wheel as a turnspit.
One day he ran aaway, but unfortun
ately it was in hunting season and he
was tracked by the dogs. He led the
pack and. the horsemen a chase of
thirty miles, .taking them twice
through the same stream after making
a long detour and finally made his way.
back with the hounds after him in full
cry, dashed into the kitchen and into
his wheel, where he resumed opera
tions unconcernedly, the cook keeping
off the dogs till the huntsmen came up
and learned the kind of game they had
been chasing.
Hunted foxes often hide in curious
places. One day an English master
of the hunt returned home after a long
and exciting chale, the game having
suddenly disappeared near his home.
Wet and cross he went to his room to
dress and discovered a mysterious
lumpiness under.the bed cover that he
could not account for. Turning down
the spread he found the fox, which
had hidden there. It was finally
ejected from the house.
Foxes have a habit of dashing into
some humble cottager's home and
creating havoc a~nid the furniture and
dishes before the dogs enter and finish
them on the spot. Once a fox ran down
the chimney, flying into the lap of the
horrified old woman, who sat before
the fire. There are instances of foxes
hiding in bakers' ovens.
Once a farmer had a pig which he
was fattening for market., The animal
had reached the point of perfection
where his eyes would scarcely open
and he could not walk for his weight,
and he was startled one day by the
patter of feet on his back and there
was a fox at his side. In an instant
the patter was intensified forty-fold
and the dogs tore in after the fox.
The shock - was too much for the
porker,which died of apoplexy and the
hint had to recompense the farmer.
Foxes often double cleverly on their
trails.. One fox led the hounds over a
clippe. hedge and waited on the other
side till the dogs had passed him,then
jumped up on the hedge and leisurely
trotted away on top of it, escaping
detection save by a foot-passenger,
who, of course, could not stop him.
Another clever fox ii~ade straight for a
river with a rocky bank and on the
edge made his way down under the
rock to a very narrow foothold where
he lay and enjoyed a fine view of his
pursuers, who gave a fine exhibition
of diving. From the opposite side
the pursuers saw Reynard trot com
fortably off home, safe. Another fox
made fbr the edge ot a quary where
there was an overhanging tree in which
he disappeared, but the dogs, 'unable
to control their speed, dashed over
the ledge and were killed.
"Foxes have holes and the birds of
the air have nests," is well known but
it is not so well known'that a fox once
sought refuge in a bird's nest. In
1887; in Cheviot, when the Border
pack was running down a fox it ran
into a rocky glen with no outlet and
an easy kill was expected. The
hounds were found, however, sitting
in astonishment watching a rocky cliff
opposite and on the face of this cliff
was a raven's nest, in which the fox
lay tangled, having reached its pre
carious resting place by a narrow
ledge scarcely big enouglh for a cat.
In an old sporting magazine, dating
from the '40's, is recorded a wonder'
ful run of a stanch pack with a grand
fox and followed by the keenest sports
men. Away they went, here and
there, straight, zigzag, double and
circumbendibus-all are tried ; every
imaginable hiding-place is made for,
only to be immediately abandoned;
every tactic that Reynard's sagacity
and cunning can suggest is brought
into execution, but without avail, till
after a record of three hours and
twenty minutes, utterly dead beat,the
gallant Reynard sinks down on an
open place and when the huntsmen
reach the spot, wearily, leading their
tired-out horses, they find the hounds
lying around their prey in such an ex
hausted condition as to be utte'rly
unable to worry him.
The Horse Versus the Bicycle.
The feat of a Baltimore bicycler, who
rode 170 milesin twelve hours and 314
miles in twenty-four hours, seems to
show that the niew motor is-superior
to the horse in more ways than one.
It is not only insensible to fatigue,
but it is superior in point of both
speed and endurance. Probably the
best record ever made by a horse was
that of the animal ridden by Count
Stahrenberg in October, 1882, which
covered the distance from Vienna to
Berlin, four hundred miles, in seventy
one hours thirty-four minutes. This
was far inferior to the 314 miles made
by human muscle, with the aid of the
wheel, in twenty-four hours. The
horse can gd where the bicycle cannot,
but, given good roads, he stands no
chance with it in a race against
either time or distance.-Philadelphia
Ledger.
What He Thought About It.
The Wife-I think we ought to have
daughter's voice cultivated, John, if it 1
doesn't cost too much.
Tho Husband-It can't cost too
much my dear, if it will improveit
any.--Puck.
TWO KINGS OF THE TURF 10 TRAVEL
IN REGAL STYLE;
[Magnificent Accommodations for John R.
Gentry and Robert J. When on the Road
-Drawing Room for the Trainer-Most
Elaborate Outfit of the Kind Ever Seen.
One of the most luxuriously con
structed traveling cars ever turned
out for any purpose has just been
completed and is fit for a king's
service; and it is quite fitting that it
should be, for it is intended for the
comfort not of one king, but two
John B. Gentry and Robert J.,
kings of the turf. The former is well
known as the world's champion liar
ness horse, and the latter is less
speedy by only one second in the rec
ord runs.
The plans were prepared by the
owner of these famous racers, Mr.
Lewis G. Tewksbury of New York;
and as much care has been devoted to
the matter as though the horses were
veritable monarchs of nations. The
car is sixty feet in length, three
fourtlIs of which space is devoted to
the horses' stalls, and the other fourth
to the quarters of the retinue of at
tendants who will accompany their
equine majesties when they travel. In
the stable compartment there are two'
roomy stalls, heavily padded .and ele
gantly decorated in gold and black,
the colors of the stable. Here the
two kings have their quarters. In
addition to these stalls there are two
others for the reception of the two
runners which travel with the stable
as pacemakers. 'The woodwork of
the stable portion of the car is of
chestnut and oak.
Adjoining the stable is a sumptuous
ly fitted drawing room for the use of
Trainer E. R. Bowne and his assist
ants. No expense has been spared in
furnishing this room, which rivals in
luxury of its appointments any state
room at present on whleels. There
are six sleeping.berths in this section,
and four in the stable portion. This
is also intended as a lounging room to
be used by Trainer Bowne, IMr. John
Haines, manager of the stable, and
their immediate assistants. Opening
from this room is another, fitted up as
a private office, with a roll-top desk
for the use of Mr. Haines, who can
attend to his correspondence add busi
ness duties while the two kings of the
turf are eating their oats in their ele
gant quarters close by, and the whole
stable is speeding on at a pace with
which even John R. Gentry cannot
compete. All the portieres, carpets,
pictures and furniture of these luxuri
ous quarters are in colors that har
monize with the oak woodwork, which
is decorated in gold and black.
At the other end of the car space is
left for sulkies, wagons, trunks and
the various paraphernalia of a travel
ing stable. Here also are the quarters
of the attendants. Among them is a
farrier who has had sole charge of the I
hoofs of the two racers ever since they
were added to the Tewksbury stable.
With him goes a portable forge that
can be set up near the track, so that
an accident just prior to a race can be
remedied without delay.
Even the outside of the car will ex
cite admiration wherever it is seen.
It is painted in old gold, and lettered
in black and gold. and ultramarine. i
The lettering aanounces the names of 1
the royal passengers, aid gives their
record times. .In the center is blazoned
the monogram of Lewis G. Tewksbury,
the owner. 1
MIeanwhile the horse costumers,<
harness makers'and sulky builders have t
been hard at work on an equipment for
the royal pacers hich is in keeping I
with the ~sumptius car in which
they travel. In.this outfit is a tent
twenty feet square, to be set up for
the use of the stable attendants at the 1
tracks. The entrance of this tent is
draped with 'the national colors, and i
the awning at the-front supported by 1
poles fro'm which fly silken streamers- c
in blsck and gold, bearing the names
John RB Gentry and Robert J.
The color idea is carried out to the '
minutest detail in all the fittings of~
both 6ar and:tent. Even the pitchI
forks, soaking tubs, pails, brooms1
brushes, and whips are colored ol
gold with a stripe or a border of blac
On the old gold blankets of each of thii
great pacers are displayed the naii
of the horse in. the centre, and the d
owner's monogram in black ii ons" t
corner.. All the attendants wear gray
trousers and black coats and caps with 0
narrow military gold braid. The har- c
iess, of course, is all black, but it is c
gold-moripted, and in harmony with t
the rest of the'stable equipment.
"T~h outfit is the mhost elaborate 0
ever seen," remarked Mr. Tewksbury, c
after describing his wonderful special a
car as above to the writer. "I intend 1
that John R. Gentry and Rbolert J. o
shall travel like veritable monarchs as c
they are. We can't have kings go
ing ariound like ordinary animals, you b
know, even ii ;this anti-mnonarchical I
country. "-Washington Star.
The First Surname.
The first person in Great Britain a
credited with bearing a surname" was
John de Clavering, sob of Robert
Fitzroger;by command of King Henry
I., by virtue of and from his barony
of Clavering, in Essex. The father
was owner of the baronies of Clavering t
and Waskworth. The oldest surnames a
in this counitry.; in Doomsday .book i
are taken from places owned by the i:
persons, with the addition of "de," as v
John de Clavering, Walter de Vernon, a
etc.
Irreconcilable Differences. '
Alice-Why did she refuse him
because they were of different' faiths?
Clara-Yes.
Alice-And he refused to change 1
his religion?
Clara--Oh, no;his wheel.--Judge.
Or the PiceT
" A small orato
front of a large a
Side clubhouse the
is safe to predict t:li
low in the footste
after his recent ez
His deluded b tl
had egged him on to
mostly with him in:it
His age being seven,
be sure that his b
over his eyes and-obs
his mother, father, 1ai
cousins in reserved si
front.
"Now, Johnny," s.
"be sure you make s1a
"You bet I will,"s '
a swagger.
"And let your haids4
yo 'de, like this,'' a
st'iqn aattitude. " -'<<
S:course," said:
"Are you sure you khnow
askle sister, an ionAt
'd Johnny1a .1~7
the i irs no lines :
I had a littl4da ,
him on the h
:ht, he'llo
remar . mother..*,
in a mib now, and
into our seas. Don't :oii
a bit, Johiiiy."
"Wh6fh scared?" aseK
who began. to feel a
knees, while his heart be
until it was in his mouth
somebody was pushing hs:
and he saw a lot of -faces, a
which he had ever see befo
was lighter than any elec
light he had ever seen.
now," said the manager"'t
tainment. "Make your ib
'your piece."
Johnny made his bow san
ence applauded, but he had
finding his tongue, whieh
in the roof of his mouthli
hung down as his fatherfiI
making himAlook like ai ltitt
man, and when he forgopt: i
them into his pockets th
applauded him. The mn
that opportunity for .a stag
"Speak up, now,"' and
first line.
Then Johnny said i"i
hoarse voice: :
I wish I had a little pat ,
To dog him on the hea
Roars of laughter and'f
strations on the part.
family.
He began again :
" I wish I had al t,
'To-bead him
His father rose i
only added to Johan
Again the boy ess
I wish I had al
To head him o
Then a wearyfam,
the hand and led hii
Times-Herald. ,'
Animal Triali by'
Crow courts apparefini
and punish pilferers ini
nity. When stork!t's
changed for those :otf.
ducks,~the result of th
victimized mother-bir
frequently been juded
by a. decision of tlie'tl
cil. Smaller hirds,:a
Bits says, exeycise so
nature of trial by jury
have a chance on the
cuckoo, and swallows3
to sit and resolve on~
of a common enemy.
penal code, which is·st
and near every beaver$
exists a class of "ba'
who, for idleness; lazin
have been exconii
phants dvpetty mub
ingto aostay seclusio
bers of the hrd; and
i~ stances, have':
Sbeings do :iii
ts andhi
rudera4
-trial by
the unwelcome::
to pieces. ::i
The octojus4~i l
delicacies, accordin t
trZTif in that conn
sels and a small pinkQ
oil and lemon juice cod
cipal sea -food. The
cooked in the most abb
to be found anywhere
When it is to be eaten:i
oval shape is removeda
cqollapses, and its sepi
miigles with.the.bUite
indescribably nasty
octopus is edien more re
cooked in the same way
fish. Its flesh is a s
brown material,closer th*"
It has all the elasticity1
capacity of resistancef
India rubbedr'and.ia qi
Sea urchins about as
fist, the shell covered .
'also a favorite comestib
is hardly more delica,
the octopus. :
A Railway Fla*an'S
A railway man has a 
to save his feet. This
at one of the crossings 4
Near his flag station th
into a pronounced curveiO
vision of outgoing trains
and a.train might get al
crossing before he knew'
the looking glass. It is
it faces a long stretchli
track, as well as the t
house. Tipped back in t'
canwatch an approac
leisure and be prepar4d
and flag at the pro
Jamestown (N. Y.) Jo