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Tall, i.lciiili-r i. ,f j,-rHM, B u liuij mid Mwnyiji(: Now kI mi .ik tiioiUM.Ifhs, Now, HI if i!lt1ll' Boned (i, mi tli ton Hie huliluiii; inul Kluikiiij:. K'til-i'l In. in yimr p 1 iff III list, J"ivi-n:ijt ntul qunkuiir. Si tiled now, jour wii.l dinlreh, Silently licil vilijr. S'toUied liy Mind's Kofi en res Joyoii.-dy MHVitHf. - -New York Sun. ! .Irs. Williams's Wild Ride. lV CJ 41.1.' I lU.IK i I.IMIIUV. 1 iiv- women af l-ie llifir guarded li'iii;. Ct r i 1 1 of the per' have little con wliich in years li l.i dW ended I heir ni; m.'T sisters on tli!' fruiiii.r. 'J'hey nid have a theo retic! I idea, it I true, but one in tint have had actual cxprnenc;.' to realize fidly the coiibJant dangers that bead those brave souls. The. Williams r:inc! at Kockdalc, Wyoming, lay near the foot of th? Medlcm- Bow mountain.!, aud was 40 inilea from railroad station and K,Hl(di;;e. A young married couple bid settled there, and invested their E.vitn; in cattle H7i1 horses. They throve ami were happy, until oo U'ifottiiriate day. when Mrs. Williams' In-other. Addison White, arrived from mining camp lu California where he bid been pros (lectins and working for two or three years. In boyish glee he troduiod from his capacious pockets four stout buckskin basis tied with Ihougs, which hr flu'j; upon the kitch en tible. "0kn em, Mali." he said to Mrs. Wil liams. She untied one of the bag3, turned it upside down, and was as tonished to see aa avalanche of brigiit. gold pieces roll over the table nd down upon the floor. 'O. Ad." said Mabel, pursuing the spinning runaways." what does it mem? Where did you get them?" "They're my savings of the last four lurs." replied Addison, proudly. "Marti of those bags has twenty-five $23 gold pieces in it." "Two thousand dollars! And you brought it all the way from the rail loal station alone on horseback!" CKcliimed his sister, aghast. "How $ery imprudent! Don't you know this Crmutry is full of desperadoes? Why didn't you deposit it in a savings lauk?" "Because I want to Invest it right away, and didn't want to be bothered putting it In and then drawing itright out again," returned Addison, with a self-batisfled air, walking up and down the room with his hands in his pock eta. "I'm going to leave it in your binds, sis, for safe keeping. Mean while I'll look around, and when I strike a nicelittlo location in a mining ci in (i for a general merchandise store, I'll use the money in buying stock." Being thus left in possession of the treasure, Mabel cast about for a suit able hiding place; but the secluded Itttlo nooks, the corner cupboards, th'j mysterious oak closets and big, ram bling garrets peculiar to old-fashioned eastern houses were totally lacking in this small, bare walled, three roomed log cabin. First Mabel loosened a board In the floor and put the four buckskin bags underneath. It seemed to her excited imagination that any one might no tica that that particular board had beu pried up and nailed dovfn again; ad besides, the first thing a robber iu search of concealed wealth would do would be to look uuder the floor. So, after a few days, she removed the fotw bags aud put them with affected carelessness In the dark recesses of a little cupboard where she kept her bot tler and frying pans. ltut this was worse still. Her eyes swrned fixed in a telltale gaze on the place where the treasure lay concealed. So oue day after dark she pried up one of the fiat tone3 which formed part of a walk leading to the spring bouse, dug out some of the soil under neath to make room, placed the four little bags therein, and theu carefully replaced the stone. It was not surprising that Mrs. Wil liams was a little uppreheuslve. for shrt was usually c.uite alone during the daytime. Her brother had gone on his trip to look up a mining camp, and her hufiband was busy branding calves and colU at a roundup seven miles away. Nevertheless, Mabel was by no means a timid woman. She broke all her buiiband's coits, and was never so bappy as whe.ii, conquering a mettle some bronco. She was now subduing a particularly fno thoroughbred colt named Taurus, which was kept in the stable instead of being allowed to fol low the herd, much to hU anger and dLsgust. One morning, while she was en gsgod with household duties in the cabin, a loud, ringing Mow sounded upon tha door. I'pon owning it, she a.4 confronted by two rough looking won, one of whom covered her with a revolver. We know you have $200) in gold ia thi house," he ".a-d. "Get it at oaoe." "I give you my word of honor," said Mabel, speahui;? calmly, "that the only Blond in the house is about that I lav on band for riousho!4 ex penses. It lu In the next room." "Go get It. then, and bo lively," sail tho mm with the revolver. "As for th f-JOOO. I know It's here. We'll hc about that afterward." Mabel went into the adjoining room, nelred her husband's rifle that stood In a coiner, slammed the door shut and shot n thick wooden bolt into IU hasp. "I am armed," she called, "and will shout the man that breaks down the door!" She then made a pretense of piling up furniture before the door to barri cade It, and under cover of the noise opened the rear window and sprang out. As soon as she gained the ground she fairly new to the stable, where she unloos".! the half broken colt, Taurus. Not daring to take time to saddle bridle him. she led him to the bars, and grasping the single rope attached to his halter, sprang upon his .back. By this time the robbers had broken down the lockrd door and discovered her c.icape. They returned hastily to the front of the cabin, where the'.' horses were tethered, mounted them, and started in pursuit of their victim. The odds seemed greatly agianst the brave little woman. Taurus under stood at once that without bridle or hit he was practically master of the situation, and began kicking, rearing and plunging. Dut on hearing pur suing hoof beats he started, sniffed the air, and then, detecting the old familiar trail down the creek, which he had followed so many times In company with the herd, he galloped rapidly in that direction. This was what Mrs. Williams had counted upon and trusted to. As shot after shot whistled round her from her pursuers she clasped her arms around Taurus' neck and laid her head against hi3 long, black mane, in an attempt to make as poor a target as possible. But now Taurus' blood was up. At the sound of the pursuing horses, the singing of the bullets round his head, and a touch as of fire on his back, where one of the missiles made a slight flesh wound, he threw up his head. snorted with rage, and with one migh ty leap into the air, bounded down the trail with a speed which it is probable was never equalled by any of his fa mous progenitors. Whether the robbers' horses were already jaded, or whether Taurus' speed was too great for them at best, the desperadoes soon gave up the chase. But the colt did not slacken his speed till, trembling, wild-eyed, his flanks reeking with blood and foam, he stopped at the round up, seven miles awaj-. Breathless and dizzy, Mabel slid to the ground, aud in a few words in formed her husband of what had taken place at the cabin. In a few moments Mr. Williams and four of his men had saddled their horses and were on their way to the ranch. When they arrived they found the house iu utter confusion and the rob bers gone. Nothing had been taken. Under the flat stone the four little buckskin bags and their conteuts re mained safe and untouched. A few months later the robbers were apprehended for other crimes, for which they were tried and served their terms in the penitentiary. As for Addison, he discovered a fa vorable location for his store, and is now a well-to-do merchant ia a large western city. Mrs. Williams is past middle life now, and has streaks -of gray in her black hair, but she has never forgot ten her wild seven-mile ride on the back of the uubroken colt, and rather enjoys relating the adventure when coaxed to do so. She likes better, however, to call attention to her favor ite horse, Taurus, which, although ra ther advanced in years, is still a hand some, mettlesome animal, with a scar across his back where the robber's bullet plowed his skin on that memo rable morniug 20 years ago. Youth's Companion. Lightning Wood-Cnnr.ni; Machine. Complete plans of a remarkable ma chine for turning out intricate carved moldings are shown in a recent issue of London Engineering. This machine is capable of working on moldings up to eight inches wide and three inches thick. The machine is claimed to be very rapid in action, a bold egg and tongue molding two and one-half inches thick being finished at the rate of 20 f&et a minute, while with smaller molding double this phenomenal rate of production is attained. Any de scription of wood can be worked. This machine, it is claimed, will do the work "of uore than 2000 hand carv era. and the moldings are so perfect ly finished by the machine that they do not require to be touched by hand." Tito One She Left Behind. "I should think that you would feel badly about leaving this place," Bald the housemaid to the departing cook. "I don't; I'm glad to go. I ain't sorry to leave any of you excepting the Jog. Poor old Tiger! He always washed the plates for me." Ohio State Journal. Not many years ago most of the jute crop of Bengal was sent raw to Dundee and other manufacturing cen tres. Today the exports of manufac tured jute goods from Bengal amount t3 20,000.0('i0 a year i .1 1 A mareirs Qiiiinn I.Ot IIAUIH. "1 n.v good ni'lit mid ko up hlairs. And then undress find suy my prayers Beside in.y bed, ii ii 1. then jump in it; And then the very nextest minute The morning sun comes ia to p At lue. I H'pose I've been to ulei-p. But Meetnx to me," said little Ted, "It's not worth while to go to bed." St. Nicholas. A 1'orl uimtn I'lint, Mrs. Coady, who teaches a primary school at Oakland. Cal., is very proud of a remarkable cat which she keeps alive through general subscription among her pupils. During several years' experience Mrs. Coady has found that the only way she can reach the infantile heart is through kindness to animals. Acting on this she secured a large furry cat which she gave into the tender hands of her children. The result has been the children fell in love with the ani mal, and to divide up the prize Mrs. Coady decided to allow the children to take the- cat home each night in regular routine. The result has been the cat has become large and arro gant through the munificent treat ment of its separate masters, who re luctantly return it to the teacher each day. Homo Thnt lid of FrliiM. An old horse named Patsy had out lived her days of usefulness, so her owner, who was very much attached to her, sent her into the country to spend her old age. She was free to wander in a meadow rich with grass, and she probably was very happy, tak ing her ease after a loug life of ser vice as a riding horse, lady's carrier horse, and lastly the trusted .carrier of some half dozen merry children, who piled on and off her broad back with never a touch of fear. The chil dren missed her so much they begged to be taken into the country to see Patsy, so one day the mother con sented to take them. Now the train they were on ran right through the meadow where Patsy lived, and as they came into it the children looked out and saw their old friend and cried out iu joy. Just at that moment the engineer thought. "How funny it would be to frighten old rattle-bones, feeding so lazily there!" and he blew such a blast on his whistle as they neared the old horse that she jumped high into the air and fell down on the ground. He laughed and thought it was very funny, but when the children ran to see Patsy they didn't see anything funny about it. There she lay stone dead, killed by sudden fright, the vet crinary surgeon said. Chicago Rec ord-Herald. The rrlnlint; of rntnc Mump. In printing, steel plates are used, on which two or more stamps are en graved. Two men are Kept hard at work covering them with colored inks, and passing them to a man and a girl, who are kept busy at printing them with large rolling handpresses. Three of these little squads are em ployed all the time, although 10 presses can be put into use in case of necessity. After the small sheets of paper upon which the 200 stamps are engraved have dried enough they are sent into another room and gummed. The gum used for this pur pose is a peculiar composition, made of the powder of dried potatoes, and other vegetables, mixed with wrater, which is better than any other mate rial; for instance, gum arabic, which cracks the paper badly. This paper is of a peculiar texture, somewhat similar to that used for bank notes. After having been again dried, this time on the little cracks which are fanned by steam power, for about an hour, they are put between sheets of pasteboard and pressed in hydraulic presses, capable of applying a weight of 2000 tons. The next thing is to cut the sheet in half, each sheet, of course, when cut, containing a 100 stamps. This is done by a girl, with a large pair of shears, by hand, being preferred to that of machinery, which method would destroy too many other squads, who, in as many opera tions, perforate the paper between the stamps. Next they are pressed once more, and then packed and labeled, and Btowed away in another room, preparatory to being put in mail bags for despatching to fill or ders. If a single stamp is torn, or in any way multilated, the whole sheet of 100 stamps is burned. There are 500,000 burned every week from thi3 cause. For the past 20 years not g sheet has been lost, such care has been taken iu counting them. Each sheet is counted 11 times. A Queer Mttle Singer. The scholars called Barbara and Jess "twin friends." At noon recesses they ate their dinners together under the laurel bush Jess ate Barbara's cookies and Barbara ate thf run rakes that cam? out of Jess's basket. They enjoyed doing cterythlnc to gether, and that was why Jess was grieved when Barbara told her be had been to a concert the night be fore. It was tl first time their llttlo paths had separated. "The singing was beautiful!" Bar bara bald, enthusiastically, not notlo ing the sober little face beside her. "It was like this. 'Tra la la la-'.a a-a.' going way up high as the sky! Tha woman who did it had on a traily pink dress, hut I eoufdu't see her face. She sang the baby to leep." "Why, Barb'ra Bennett, the Idea of taking a baby to a concert!" "There wasn't any baby there, of course! I never said any such thing oh!" Barbara laughed till her clear little volco echoed back to them from the big s hoolhouse. "I meant Bho sang, 'Oh. hush-a-bye-low, hush-a-bye-low,' nnd rocked her arms same as if the baby had been in them," she explained. "Only our baby would have fallen out, 1 know." The next day at noon recess it was Jess's turn to say something surpris ing. Her eyc3 were dancing with de light. "I went to a concert last night my own self," she said, calmly. "I'm go ing again tonight, too. I guess I shall keep on going right along." She waited for Barbara's "Oh!" It was quite a while in coming. "Oh!" at last sa'd Barbara, with a little gasp of astonishment. "Yes. it was a beautiful concert. I wish you could have heard it, Barb'ra Bennett. The singing was the best it was all singing. I couldn't see the the one who did It, but I know she had on a soft gray dress all furry and shiny like silk. She sang the baby to sleep." "Jess Kinsey, what baby?" "Our baby the Kinsey baby," laughed Jess. "He went to the con cert, too. Mamma wanted him to go." Then followed Barbara's quick, half scornful questions. "Didn't the baby talk out loud, right in the middle of the concert?" "My, yes like everything! Then next thing he knew he was sung to sleep." "Did her dress trail way out behind like my woman's that sung?" Bar bara's face was unbelieving. The pink dress had trailed wa-ay out be hind, splendidly. Jess burst into a gay little laugh. "I couldn't see it trailing, but it did it did! Y'ou can ask my mother. Then, of course, sometimes the the one who sang let it kind of curl up beside her " "Course. Mine did. too just as graceful!" interposed Barbara, has tily. Then both little girls hurried to their feet at the sound of the school bell. The next day, and the next, Jess told the same wonderful story, with the same little twinkles in her eyes. She had been to the same concert again, she and the Kinsey baby. The merry little mystery clung about Jess and invested her with a little halo of importance among all the girls. Nobody had heard of the "to-be-continued" concert, but nobody thought of doubting Jess's word. Of course it was a kind of a joke, but nobody could guess it. One morning Jess looked rather sober. Barbara caught her around her waist and whirled her under the laurel bush. "Well, she laughed. "I s'pose you went to that concert last night, Jess Kinsey?" "No, I didn't," Jess said, gravely. "There wasn't any." "Wasn't any concert?" "No, there wasn't. There was an awful accident happened." "Jess Kinsey. tell me quick!" "Well, the the one who sings got caught in a trap so there!" Barbara uttered a little shrill scream of delight; and the other girls came hurrying up. "I've found it out a mouse! a mouse!" cried Barbara. "A mouse!" "Yes," murmured Jess, sorrowfully, "a dear little singing mouse in the wall, and I do miss her so! She had such a sweet, cunning little voice! Seemed as if it filled the whole room with a little soft music." Youth'B Companion. Learning to Take People at Their Itejf. One of the greatest lessons in life is to learn to take people at their best, not their worst; to look for the divine, not the human, in them; the beautiful, not Uie ugly; the bright, not the dark; the straight, not the crooked side, A habit of looking for the best ia everybody, and of saying kindly in stead of unkindly things about them, strengthens the character, elevates the ideals, and tends to produce happiness. It also helps to create friends. We like to be with those who see the di vine side of us, who see our possibill ties, who do not dwell upon the dark side of our life, but upon the bright side. Thi3 is the office of a true friend, to help us discover our noblest selves Success. Silence may be bought; consequent- I !' silp"ce is golden. INDIAN3 MOLD THEIR OWN. rrebably Ma? ef Thetu T...lV- m mt Any tin, Is Utrlr llUlary." ' The assertion that the number of Indian children attending B(ho V hm doubled Blnce 18S7 and that thifnum ber of Indian children In and out of school la stcftdlly Increasing hardly squares with that theory of the grad ual extinction of the red man wWcli has been often questioned cfl late yearn. It tends rather to suppor the claim that these much commiserate dtnlzena of the forests and the plains have been saved from themselves by a compulsory peace, so that they arc perhaps more numerous under tha white man's rule than they were when their principal occupation was scalp hunting. All the earlier Indian statistics are mere guesswork. Parkman, who rile the closest researches Into the history of the Hurons for the purpose of his monumental work on the French In America, made no pretences toward an accurate statement of their num bers. He said that they were vari ously estimated at from 10.000 to 30,. 000, but added that the former figure was the more reasonable of the two. In estimating the population of the Iroquois he Is equally cautious, ynfre ly hazarding an inference that alien the five nations were at the freight of their power they did not have as many as 4000 fighting men. During the period covered by his narrative the Hurons were almost exterminated by the Iroquois, and such destruction of tribe by tribe wa3 not uncommon. In fact, any great increase of popula tion was impossible amid the condi tions of Indian life, and the early ex plorers spent much of their time in an uninhabited wilderness. s The subject is glanced at Uy the last report of the commissionex's of Indian affairs, where there ia a tale giving estimates of the population ol Indians in the United States from 1759 to 1900. The commissioner says that prior to the year 1850 only small reliance can be placed upon the fig ures, and this is obvious after the briefest examinations, for they jump from 60,000 to 471,030 between 1790 and 1820 and drop to 129,336 11825. The census report of 1850 g e an enumeration of 400,764, but tide fact that there is a shrinkage to 3I4,f22 within five years makes it probable that we still have to do with rough es timates. It is only since all the tribes have been corralled that it has been possible to arrive at anything like ac curacy, and even of late there have been some noticeable discrepancies. The census report of 1880 put: the number of Indians at 322,534; Lye re port of the Indian office for the same year made the figure 256,127. In 1890 the return of the ccnsu3 was 248, 253, and, according to the Indian of fice, there was an increase to 272,0 ' by- 1900, not including some 58,0 . persons who have lost their tribal identity. The calculation at this day should be pretty near the truth.and if there are more than 250,000 Injfians within the United States today . the probabilities are that these aborigines are numerically as strong as they were three or four centuries ago. Chicago Record-Herald. It IVai HU Ice There was an immense sensation created at a certain station the other day, just previous to the starting of the afternoon express for Paris. The inspector was about to start the train when a short, fat and fussy old gen tleman trotted up to him and ex claimed: - . "Wait a minute, will you plw'se, while I " "Impossible, sir," interrupted the of ficial, putting the whistle to his lips. "The train is overdue now." "But you must wait!" cried the old gentleman, excitedly. "There is a man's leg underneath the wheel." "Good gracious! Why didn't you say so at first? Where is he?" Jnqjhired the horror stricken inspector. Muold on there!" K And, having stopped the train, he hurried after the old g-entleman, while a couple of porters jumped down on the line, amid the excitement of a number of spectators. After a short search one of the porters handed up a rush basket containing a large and fine looking leg of mutton. "Thank you!" said the old gentle man, and, seizing the basket, he. V-n- p-tered a first-class smoking carria.,;. "What do you mean, sir?" roarded the exasperated Inspector. "Y'ou said " "I snid a man's leg was under the wheel, and bo it was," interrupted the old gentleman. "I bought thi3 leg and paid for it, and if it Isn't mine I should like to know who it belongs to, that's all." f Then the train moved on. T-Bits. "It Eeems to me you're a trifiefa miliar," the humorist said, win' . the footpads held him up. i "So? Well, here's somethingiat will be more familiar," replied -os of them, stuffing a handkerchief int the victim's mouth. "It's an old gag." Philadelphia Press. Soldiers of the Greek army art to be taught to raise and cure tobaciVfor their own use.