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Ingenuity
of Agatha
By A W KOENIG.
Cop right. 1907, by A. W. Koentg.
I
T'S of no use. ami it might just
as well be in Halifax as in my
barnjard." said Ebeuezer Han
kins to himself. "It ain't good
for at) thing, and. what's more, I'm
sure it ne\er will be."
Old Fanner Ilankins stood looking
do\Mi in e\ ident disgust at the water
trough and faucet which bad just been
placed in his barnyard by order of the
officials of the little town of Milldale
Not a drop of water came through the
faucet, although it was wide open
When the town officials applied to
Farmer Hankins for permission to dig
a ditch and lay a water main through
his farm on the way from the springs
above to the village below he told
them that he did not need any of the
water, and he could not understand
why he should have bis property dam
aged and all dug up merely to benefit
somebody else unless he should re
cche a substantial and an adequate
financial return. The water commis
sioner of the village, big. brawny Heze
kiali Banks, declared that be would re
sort to the law with Farmer Hankins.
To thiri Farmer Hankins replied that
if he chose he might "take the law
and wallop him as much as he
pleased."
While sitting on Farmer Hankins'
fence he had argued with the old man
the greater part of a whole day on the
•wonderful benefit it would be to the
people of the village and that Farmer
Hankins could not do anything better
that would bring him so many friends
In tact, he would become a public ben
efactor. The village was poor and
could not very well afford to go to any
great expense in the matter of paying
for the right of way However, all ar
gument was useless, said Farmer Han
kins The farmers were always being
swindled in every way by unfeeling
corporations, and he'd be just as fool
ish as the rest of them if he were to
follow their lead, just like a "passel o'
sheep" It was at this time that a
would be arbitrator appeared on the
scene. Agatha Banks, the charming
daughter of the water commissioner,
so fair and so very sensible that Hiram
Hankins, the stirring son of the old
man who owned the farm, had been
suspected for over a year of caring
more for her than any other girl in
Milldale or any of the surrounding
towns One afternoon shortly after her
father's failure to come to terms with
Farmer Ilankins she rode o\er to the
scene of contention with her father
and sat for quite a long time in the
carriage intently listening, with a sor
rowful expiession on her face, to the
conversation of the two uncompromis
ing men. Finally she made a proposi
tion.
"Mr Hankins." she said very sweet
ly. "if the town would put a nice watei
trough here in your barnyard and fur
Dish it with a faucet, so that you could
"MB HANKINS," SHE SAID VEKY SWEETXJT
have all the water you need all the
year round, would you not be satisfied
to allow them to lay the pipe line
through your farm?"
Farmer Ilankins thought that Agatha
never looked prettier in all her life, but
at the same time he was not to be so
easily captured If he wanted a water
trough, he thought he could have put
»ne there himself without the assist
ance of the town.
"But you haven's got the spring, have
you Agatha asked innocently. So this
settled Farmer Hankins' argument on
the point. It was a fact that his farm
was destitute of springs, so that when,
as always happened in summer during
the dry seasons, the wells on his farm
failed his place was as dry as the des
ert of Sahara.
"Well, I'll have to think about it,"
said Farmer Ilankins. "I ain't one of
the kind to make up my mind in a
hurry. You'd be willin' to do that,
wouldn't you, Hez?"
"Why, it's really more than I ought
to do," replied the commissioner, "but
if you'll say right now that you'll ac
cept the proposition made by Agatha
I think we can close the bargain now.
Tomorrow 1 might not want to do it."
"AH right. So far as I am concerned
it don't make no difference to me,"
said Farmer Ilankins. with a tone of
independence in bis voice which im
mediately brought the commissioner to
terms.
"I didn't propose it." said Hezekiah.
"but I always stand by what Agatba
says I must, and I will now
At this remark Hiram Hankins felt
his heart leap within him as Agatha
gave him one of her most approving
glances, and Uieircarriagejlrove^away.
All that evening, whileTthe two were
doing the chores, Hiram labored with
his father in behalf of the water
trough. It was a joy to both of the
young people when the next day Farm
er Hankins allowed that he .guessed
they might go ahead with the laying
of their pipe line. The water trough
was duly installed in the barnyard, and
the faucet was attached. Then, when
everything was in readiness, on a cer
tain day the water from the spring
was let into the main. It leaped into
the pipe and went rushing down to
give joy to the townspeople, but not
a single drop of water came through
the half inch pipe which rose up from
the main pipe five feet below to the
trough in Farmer Hankins' barnyard.
Farmer Hankins then knew it was a
conspiracy against him and the town
officials never meant to do as they had
agreed Hezekiah Banks always was a
rascal, aud he might have known bet
ter than to trust him. But at the
8ame time it was just as much of a
puzzle to the water commissioner as to
Farmer Hankins himself why the wa
ter went so scornfully past the water
trough. He went all over the line him
self, peering into the faucet and listen
ing with his ear close to its mouth in
the vain effort to solve the problem.
Then, to satisfy himself that the work
of laying the pipe and making the con
nections had been properly done, he
ordered that the earth all be dug away
and the pipe thoroughly examined.
Everything was found to be right and
no defect anywhere.
Finally an engiueer from the neigh
boring city was engaged, and after
very carefully examining the line he
decided that, the spring being so much
higher than the trough, the water came
through the main pipe with such tre
mendous force that it had no time to
stop at Farmer Hankins' farm. Some
were so skeptical as to this man's judg
ment, however, that another engineer
of still higher repute was summoned.
His verdict was that the spring, in
stead of being higher than the trough,
was. in fact, much lower: therefore
there was not enough force from the
spring to push the water up through
the faucet.
"Now it's my turn to see what the
law '11 do," said Farmer Hankins
"They promised me water, and they've
got to furnish it."
Some one reminded the old farmer
that the commissioner had only agreed
to furnish the trough and the faucet
and that the supplying of the water
was not in the contract. It was a very
perplexing situation. The town must
either be deprived of water or the
trough must be supplied with it, and
Farmer Hankins brought suit against
the town officials. And now Hiram
and Agatha were in trouble again.
What would become of their hopes
and prospects for the future if mat
ters went on like this?
"1 know there must certainly be
some way to get water into that
trough," Agatha declared. "If 1 had
half the knowledge some folks think
they have it seems to me I could fix it"
Agatha suddenly developed a decid
ed taste for studj iug water in its rela
tion to supplying cities and towns
through the medium of the gravity
system. When all others would be
sound asleep she would be poring over
books bearing on the subject which
she borrowed from the city library.
Then she made numerous visits to the
spring. She measured the distance be
tween the spring and another, larger,
farther up in the village, on the hill
side, as accurately as she could with
her eye.
Still further to complicate matters
Farmer Hankins forbade his son Hi
ram from ever visiting Agatha again.
"'We will have nothin' to do with
them," he said. "They're a bad lot. I
don't know as I really ever heard of
anything that Hezekiah Banks had
done before this, and I used to think
I'd like well enough to have Agatha
for a daughter, but this thing's enough
to convince me that you never would
have a minute's peace if you married
her—a chip of the old block."
Hezekiah in the meantime declared
that Hiram never must darken his
doorstep again "Good enough fellow,
but what's bred in the bone will surely
tell"
So matters remained thus for several
weeks until it was almost time for the
trial of Farmer Hankins* suit. On the
night before the day of the trial Farm
er Hankins was very restless and
could get no sleep. He had always
boasted that he never sued a man or
had been sued in his life, but now the
record was to be broken While toss
ing on his pillow shortly after the
clock had struck 12 he heard a very
peculiar noise that seemed to be neai
the house, upon the hillside. The of
tener he beard it the more mystified
and curious he became. He looked out
of his window, and the full moon was
shining brightly, and by the aid of its
beams he could clearly distinguish a
man's form standing near the spring
on the side of the hill, while from the
ditch he heard the sounds which dis
turbed his slumbets. lie dressed as
quickly as he could and went out.
creeping along the fence until he was
within hearing distance.
"Now. Aretha, it's about time yon
get out of that ditch." he heard a voice
say. "That's too hard work for you."
"All right. Hiram, but I think your
hands are too sore to dig any more."
was the answer Farmer Hankins heard
coming from the ditch.
"I'll bet jours are blistered all over.
Agatha. This old ditch will kill us all.
I guess."
"Oh, they'll get over it. even if they
are blistered." came back the voice
from the ditch clear and loud "1 have
made up my mind that we will see the
end of this before we go back home."
Then Farmer Hankins sprang to
ward the spot and looked down, with
astonished face, into the ditch There
Agatha stood, with pick in hand and
her face flushed red as fire.
"In the name of common sense, chil
dren, what's goin' on here?" he asked
sharply.
There was a little shriek of surprise
from Agatha, and Hiram made a flying
leap down the hillside. But there
seemed to be absolutely no way of es
cape for poor, brave Agatha How
ever, she just leaned against the bank
of earth, with her hands still grasping
the pick, and her head bare to the
I night breeze. The long line of newly
dug earth which stretched away up
the hillside showed the astonished
fanner that a new trench was being
jdug from the other Jarge sprjj)g
the end of the pipe"which supplied* the
village with water.
"Oh, Mr. Hankins." Agatha cried, as
something very much like a sob found
its way along with her words. "I hope
you will not be angry with Hiram and
me, will you? It's all my fault any
way. I couldn't bear to think of let
ting that miserable old lawsuit go
on about the trough. It has worried
all or us most to death. I guess I
have studied mostly all the books in
the city, and finally I thought I would
just get to work at it myself and use
a little common sense. It seemed to
me that there must be some reason
why the water wouldn't run up into
your water trough,) and I made up my
mind that if there could be a little
more pressure back of the other spring
"TOU'VK WON TWO SUITS FAIB AND
SQUABE."
that would be all that was needed. So
Hiram and 1 have been digging this
ditch. We have the pipe laid down as
far as we have gone, and now we are
almost to the spring If you only
hadn't come so soon!" And as Agatha
spoke she turned her face away and
dropped the pick
"Come, father, won't you go back to
bed and let us finish the job?" Hiram
asked, after recovering his surprise
"We'll have the water running into
the trough in less than half an hour
All we have to do is to make the con
nections between the pipes to the low
er spring
"You go to bed yourself! I'll not
think of letting Agatha dig here in
this dark ditch any longer!" And
Farmer Hankins sprang down into the
ditch, lifting her gently out of the nar
row quarters in which she had been
working so heroically. In a few min
utes the job was completed, and the
two pipes were joined by Hiram, who
had provided himself with a rude kit
of tools for that purpose. Then alt
three of them hastened down to the
water trough in Farmer Hankins' barn
yard. Agatha turned the faucet, her
fingers trembling a little as she did so
I A gurgle of joy greeted their ears, and
a moment later the water came trie
kling through the pipe and then fairly
gushed out in a stream. So that
Agatha's ingenuity bad solved the
I problem which had defied the knowl
edge and skill of the water commis
sioner and all the rest of the wise men
who had made the unsuccessful at
tempts to run the water up through
Farmer Hankins' water pipe. All three
stood watching the water pouring out
of the faucet for a few moments in
silence. Then Farmer Hankins took
I Agatha by the hand and said: "Now
you go home, little girl, and get a good
night's rest You've won two suits
fair and square."
I And that was the end of the trouble,
but the town officials rewarded Hiram
and Agatha for this little act. which
avoided so much trouble and unpleas
antness, when a fewT months later they
set up the family hearthstone.
At the next meeting of that august
body one of the officials made a mo
tion "that a pipe line be laid from the
village main to the farmyard of this
I worthy youug couple and supply wa
ter for their stock free for all time,
with a faucet at the back kitchen door
Within easy reach of the charming
mistress." And the motion was pass
ed and agreed to without a dissenting
voice.
Curds and Cheese.
The rough outlines of cheesemaking
are probably familiar to every one.
Fresh milk is taken and curdled with
rennet. The curd is then broken up
and the liquid whey drawn off. The
breaking up of the curd, its straining
and the subjection of it to pressure are
processes repeated several times until
eventually the curd has become of the
necessary consistency and solidity. It
is then set aside, usually for some con
siderable time, to ripen, and during
this time great changes are subtly tak
ing place in its substance, so that the
curd, which at first was an uneatable
solid, becomes gradually transformed
into palatable cheese. Suitable exter
nal conditions, chief among which is a
proper temperature, are of course nec
essary to bring this ripening of the
curd to a successful issue, but the reai
reason of the transformation is th
presence of myriads of bacteria, which
find in the curd a luxurious dwelling
place, where they can live and multi
ply That in so living they must ab
stract foodstuffs from the curd around
and give out in turn new substances is
merely the natural course of their life,
but it makes all the difference between
curd and cheese.
Theory and Practice.
"Isn't Jebbs a believer in the faith
cure?"
"He is."
"Is it true that he wouldn't have a
doctor for his wife the other day when
she was ill?"
"It is quite true."
"Well, 11 saw a doctor go into his
house just now."
"Oh, that's all right! He's ill now
bimseJt"~LondoB Mall.
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A Shadowy Lover.
[Original.]
She was a girl of great depth of feel
ing. Her sense of duty was of the
highest. So intent within herself was
she that her friends never got very
near her. Among men the feather
weights—I mean mentally—let her
alone from choice, the heavyweights
because she was not of easy approach.
She was twenty-five before she re
ceived a single offer of marriage then
it came from a practical, common
sense man of business. He was tempo
rarily thrown into intimate association
with her and discerned a great deal in
her. When he proposed she took time
before giving him his answer, then
gave it in this wise:
"Some years ago 1 received a letter
from a man who was dying. He told
me that he had loved me without being
known by me. Being afflicted by a lin
gering disease, he bad never sought
me with a viewto declaring his love.
Since it gave a dying man comfort to
tell me of his devotion, he hoped I
would not blame him for doing so. He
carefully concealed bis identity, and 1
have never discovered it
"I have since been unable to shake
off a sense of being appropriated. 1
know this is unwise, but I can't help
it. I have analyzed my feelings for
you and cannot tell whether or no I
should marry you. I am. however,
willing to throw the responsibility on
you and become your wife if you say
the word."
He told her that he fancied marriage
to be practical sentiment Her feeling
for the dead was sentimental senti
ment. The first pertained to the high
est of all human institutions, the fam
ily the latter was simply a canker
worm feeding on emotion. He would
have her marry him. trusting to the
great unbreakable bond, family affec
tion, to absorb all other sensations
They were married. The wife for a
time appeared to be contented and
happy, but after awhile showed that
she was brooding. Her husband no
ticed the change, but did not refer to
it. He knew that her "sentiment" was
with her and that it could not be driv
en away by open interference. He did
not consider his wife responsible for
its presence. He knew that it came
from some mental condition the nature
of wl'kh he could understand, though
he had not experienced it. He conclud
ed to wait for it to disappear. Doubt
less the first child would drive it away,
as the sun will dissipate a cloud.
But children did not come. There
was still this intangible, psychological
freak between the two to reep them in
a measure apart. It was never re
ferred to by either, but both krew of
its existence. It was endured by both,
for the wile felt thit it was wiouglng
her husband anj the husband felt that
it was sapping the hippmess of his
wife as well as bi- owr
One day while searching in a desk of
his wife foi a paper he came upon
the note that had been written her
from her dying lover. Its finding
brought about a singular act. Taking
note of the handwriting, he wrote a
letter in the same chirography to his
wife purporting to come from the man
who had written the original. It stated
that he had unexpectedly recovered
and had since prospered: that he knew
she was married, but in spirit she be
longed to him. Did she reciprocate this
feeling? If so. let her defy the world
and he would come to her.
When the wife opened this forged
letter one morning at the breakfast
table, the husband saw her turn pale
That evening when he came back
from business his wife said to him
that something had happened She had
debated with herself whether she
should tell him or not and had decided
that it was better that she should not
He replied that he had full confidence
In her judgment, and this was all he
said abort the matter.
After this the wife showed plainly
that she was under the influence of
some powerful emotion. Her husband
1
'san while wrote her another forged
letter from the same correspondent
She was informed that her lover could
no longer endure the strain of separa
tion. He must see her. He begged
her to send her husband away for a
certain evening, during which he
would call and they would concoct
a modus vivendi. He asked for this
one interview only, after which, if she
so wished, he would never see her
again. Simultaneously with his send
ing this letter the husband informed
his Ife that he must be away on busi
ness on the evening he had appointed.
His wife clutched her fingers spasmod
ically, which be pretended not to see.
and left her.
At 5 o'clock on the evening he went
home and was packing a valise pre
paratory to his departure when his
wife came to him trembling and,
throwing her arms about him, begged
bim to take her with him.
He had accomplished an object, but
he did not yet feel sure that it was ac
complished for all time. He told her
that it would be inconvenient for him
to take her, but she begged so bard
that he consented. They dined togeth
er and after dinner took a train.
The husband kept his own counsel.
The wife during the journey one even
ing announced that she desired his as
sistance on a matter that was dis
tressing her. Then she confessed to
the letters she had received from her
supposed to be dead lover and asked
him to devise some plan to get rid of
him without hurting his feelings. The
husband took her in his arms and con
fessed that he had written the letters.
From that time there was no
shadowy lover between the two, and
soon after children came on to
strengthen the union between husband
and wife.
J. 4NTHONY TWINING.
Exception Worth Noting.
One of those positive men who are
prolific in maxims for the general
guidance of mankind was holding
forth to a group of listeners.
"Never tell your dreams," be said.
"They Interest nobody but yourself,
and if they have any significance at all
they merely indicate some iriental
weakness on the part of the dreamer
"Yes." replied one of the listeners
after a pause "what a fool old John
Bunyan was to tell that long dream of
his about the pilgrims."
After this there was another and
longer pause.
Fiery Cockburn.
Poet, essayist, politician and man of
the world, the friend of all oppressed
causes and of all persecuted men. Lord
Houghton had warmed both hands be
fore the fire of life. "I am going over
to the majority," he said when be was
very ill to the year before his death,
"and yon know I have always prefer
red the minority." I have given in the
Cornhill father's account of the
way In which Sir Alexander Cockburn.
the lord chief justice, attempted at a
dinner party to browbeat Lord Hough
ton, who had spoken in defense of the
notorious plaintiff at that time prose
cuting his claim to the Tlchborne es
tates. "Suddenly," writes my father,
"Cockburn cut him short by saying.
'I should have thought this impossible
from any one with the very meanest
intellect' Houghton paused, appar
ently overwhelmed, and then replied.
'But surely that was very rude.' upon
which Cockburn. glaring fixedly at
him. merely added, *I meant it to be
so/ I think that it was Lord Hough
ton who. in allusion to this Incident,
said that nobody ought to invite Cock
burn to dinner without having a fire
engine at hand,—B. C. Lehmann In
Chambers' Journal.
A Tramp's One Chance.
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[Original.]
I am a tramp. I've always been a
tramp, and I suppose I'll always be a
tramp. I had a chance once to be
something better, or supposed I bad,
but I didn't avail myself of it The
reason I didn't was because I couldn't
Anyway if I had succeeded in making
a new start I doubt if I'd have kept up
the effort. There are people fitted for
statesmen, soldiers, business—profes
sional men, sailors, roustabouts, serv
ants and tramps. I was made for a
tramp.
The chance I refer to was this: I
was in my traveling carriage one day—
I mean on the truck under a railway
car—when I espied a paper that had
been caught in a crevice, it looked
like a bank bill, and its denomination
appeared to be a dollar. I couldn't
reach it till the train stopped, and I
was afraid it would become detached
before that I was half an hour look-
1,"^"*
ing at It, wondering all the while Tidw
It got there. It bad probably been
dropped by some one. most likely at a
station, had been sucked up when the
train was in motion and got lodged in
the crevice, the sides of which had
been compressed from some cause or
other to hold it
As soon as the train came to a stop I
reached for it. What was my astonish
ment to find that the "1" I had been
looking at was followed by three
naughts. I was the possessor of a
thousand dollar bill. No sooner had I
become conscious of my good fortune
than I crumpled it in my fist and made
for a field near the station at which
the train had stopped. Seeing a barn,
I went to it, climbed into the mow
and, reclining on the hay, thought what
I should do with my find.
I spent a whole afternoon thinking.
We tramps take a lot of pleasure in
thinking, Just as other people take
pleasure tn acting. The tramp to en
Joy his profession should be a castle
builder. The afternoon I spent con
juring up fortunes obtained with my
thousand dollars was the happiest in
my life. I would go to the city, buy
out a little shop, be economical and in
dustrious, enlarge my business, make
money, invest it and in time become a
multimillionaire. Then I would travel
inside instead of under coaches and
see a bigger world than I could see
tramping in America.
It wouldn't do for one that all the
world could see was a tramp to offer
a thousand dollar bill for a railroad
ticket The agent couldn't change it
If he would. So I tramped to the city.
When I got there I thought the first
thing for me to do would be to fix my
self up. Going into a mammoth store
where they sold clothing, I asked to
see a suit about my size. The clerk
went away and came back with a
spick and span fellow—a sort of floor
walker, I reckon—who hemmed and
hawed and said that goods were only
sold there for cash. I pulled out my
bill and showed it to him, asking if he
could change it He looked at it
dumfounded and said he'd see. He
went back to the office and—I slid out
I could see by the look in his eye that
he'd gone to call a policeman.
What I was suffering from most
about that time was a vacant stomach.
I went to a restaurant and took a
seat at a table. None of the waiters
came near me, but presently the pro
prietor did and asked me if I hadn't
fi—*s
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rmE^ESmSS? Ad^ **am0n *•*e **°f °P
got intoH wrong placer^What could
I do—ask him if he'd give me a meal
on a thousand dollar bill? Not much.
I told, him I had thought the place a
restaurant, but I reckoned I was mis
taken sorry I'd intruded. And I went
out
Somehow I didn't see where I was
going to begin. Besides, I couldn't be
an all fired while finding out, for I had
no place but the park to sleep and not
a crust to put In me. You see, I
wasn't used to city life. If I tried to
buy out a shop or rent one and buy a
stock of goods to put in it the moment
I showed my bill the gentlemanly
owner would ask me to sit down while
he got the change and would telephone
the police. I went about trying to get
some one to give me a meal, but city
servants are not used to beggars, ex
cept those who beg for money, and
they all shut the door In my face.
Finally when I was nearly starved 1
struck a little house, where my ring
was answered by a girl about nineteen
years old. That girl was either a fool
or she was altogether out of place in
this world. I never struck such a green
hue even in the country. She took me
in and gave me what she had to eat.
then sat down and talked to me, look
ing all the while out of her sympa
thetic eyes at me to cheer me up. She
must have known that misery loves
company. She told me that she was in
love with a young fellow who wasn't
getting along very well and was going
to lose his position. Her employer
wanted $1,000 in his business and was
going to take In another clerk with
that amount and make a partner of
him.
"Is that all he wants?" I says.
"Could you git married if your feller
bad $1,000?"
"Of course we could."
"Well, $1,000 isn't much. I reckon I
can spare you that in ntturn for your
meal and your kindness and confi
dence."
I pulled out my bill and gave it to
her, and before her eyes got down
from their big focus so as to see me I'd
gone out and away.
In less than an hour I was in the
country and at home, tramping, as I've
always tramped, because that's the
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