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THE GREAT MACICIAN.
_ / 4 ,t spell lies on the street te-dsy? ‘ * ( lound it dull not long ego: ** wJ r theee old houses, dim end grey, .. , em bright with it mysterious giof} '<l even the sober trees look gay A | (hat once i called “• gloomy row.** ‘tyij * then I longed for aunnv fields, _ y, There bud and bell fresh leaves unfold; / £now the joy this pavement yields < quite as much as heart can hold; *'’"7l vk you some great magician wields n y wand, transmuting stone to gold? ®* , l etheart, you know the reason why ach witchery hangs about the place; in one small window—nil to high— *) there shyly lecns a flower-like face, * ™>ijft smiles to see me loiter by. *■ 'S’ lough time—the tyrant—runs apace. be the morning dark or fair, r ->}[, carry to my dnily toil 1 Yj* H*ht that shines from eyes nnd hair, laVhich neither rain rior wind can spoil; to the grimeful city bear -lPure thoughts that naught can stain or I soil. ®*!l happy he who thus may take ?f( 'Teart-aunshine into mart or mill; happy she who for his sake *• _ a yi smile behind the humblest sill; .world its wiser head may ahake, the true magician still. . Matheson, in Chambers’ .Journal. David’s Choice By FLORA STEWART EMORY. AVID HORTON had come i to Springfield because the * fate* bad willed It so. The i fates were lu the form of an eccentric aunt, who left a Jarge estate to David on ®‘ "i the condition that he marry one—any one—of Springfield’* fair daughter*. At flrat David had rebelled. He said he would never step foot In the pokey little village. Then he concluded to apend the summer there. Sitting on the hotel porch he espied a vision in frills and ruffles. “Who is that?” he asked the clerk, interested at once. And who wouldn’t have been? For the lady was dressed in the dain tiest of white lawns, and wore a big picture hat, from under the brim of which she glanced almost mischievous ly at him. “Oh, that Is Mrs. Vernon,” was the answer. The clerk lifted Ids hat in re sponse to a bewildering smile of greet ing. “Hang It all”' David thought. “I never did see a woman I could love that wasn’t already married.” He ate his supper with relish, thinking all the while -of the fact that he never saw an attractive single girl In his life. Going out an the porch again, his at tention waa arrested by the sight of another chaVtaiag young woman. In stantly he forgot about the picture hat —he looked fair and square and 'way deep into a pair of the tenderest blue eyes imaginable. “Who is that?” he asked quickly. “Why. that’s Mr*. Hurd.” Again David’s heart sank. lie wondered why married women were allowed to go around loose In pink airy gowns and soft lace. Four different girls passed during the evening. “Uncommonly ugly and dowdy.” David thought, bitterly. “Our girls aren’t much, but our wid ows are our pride,” the garrulous clerk volunteered. “And who are the widows?" David asked, wearily. "Mrs. Vernon and Mrs. Hurd,’’.came the answer. “Hurray!” David exclaimed. “A beautiful sunset. I am very enthusias tic about sunsets.” The clerk looked puzzled. It was all a matter of taste which was the prettier. Both were cbarmmg each in her own particular wy. But it must not be imagined the ladies were at all alike. Mrs. Vernon was plump. Inclined to stoutness, with rosy cheeks, brown hair and sparkling eyes. She was from a hardy German stock and rose at 4 In the morning to accomplish a big day’s work, if the occasion demanded It. No matter how hard she worked her eyes lost none of their luster nor her smile its brilliancy. Mrs. Hurd was petite, decidedly email, in fact, with yellow hair and great blue eyes—eyes ns innocent ns a child’s, but full of pathos born of year*. Contrary to Mrs. Vernon. Mrs. Hurd was delicate. If she swept the house, then she must buy baker's bread that day and lie down awhile in the after noon. All night, brown and blue eyes haunt ed David's dreams. With the morning came a determination to meet the blue eyes tlrst. He did. The acquaintance ripened rapidly. It became a courtship before Mrs. Hurd realized it. “I love him, dear.” she confided to her friend. “I think I was wrong about second marriages; you see, a woman needs some one to lean on. I am so tired standing alone.” “You know best,” Mrs. Vernon an swered, kissing her fondly. “I some times think that way myself.” • * One evening David asked his sweet heart to take him to call on Mrs. Ver non. “I hear she is the best house keeper in Springfield,” he said, thought lessly. Mrs. Hurd hastily wiped the dust from a chair. Mrs. Vernon was delighted to see them and insisted upon making lemon ade and bringing out some cake. “I always have cake on hand,” she ex plain, when David complimented it. Mrs. Hurd picked at her dress ner vously and choked on a piece of frost ing. Twice David had taken tea at her house and she had bought cake. She felt her walls were falling, but she was too Just to blame her frierd. . feeing home David had $ great deal to say about how ulce everything looked at Mrs. Vernon’a. Next morning Mrs. Hurd rose very early and gave the house a thorough cleaning from top to bottom. When David came at 10 o’clock for her to go driving she could scarcely move. Her eyes had dark rings under them, and the corners of her mouth drooped piti fully. “I cannot go. David.” she said, wistfully. Seeing his disappointment, she added: "Why not ask Mrs. Vernon this morning?” “All right, Nellie, I will,” he an swered, brightening. She had hoped he would say “no.” The next morning It was the same. Mrs. Hurd was not dressed to go driv ing, and Mrs. Vernon wus asked in her place. So it went on, Mrs. Hurd working harder ami harder, but there was no David to compliment the spotless house or eat the rich cake. David hardly realized he was neg lecting his sweetheart until Mrs. Ver non reminded hicv She snw that her friend was grieving, and she felt, too, a dangerous sentiment for the hand some David growing in her own heart. There were so many dishes nnd quite n pile of Ironing. Mrs. Hurd looked at her morning's work helplessly. “I guess I am getting more worth less every day,” she sighed. “I didn’t use to try to do so much.” An un conscious smile hovered around her lips contradictory to the teardrops that glistened on her long lashes. “He won’t be here to-day; he wasn’t here yesterday; I wish be tad never come ” she was going to say, “into my life,” when a mail’s voice interrupt ed her. “Who?” David asked. She turned quickly. She wondered how much of the monologue be had heard. “The doctor,” she answered. “He was here this morning and tried to frighten me about my heart.” “Aren’t you going to ask me to sit down?” David asked. “No, not here; you should not have come to the side door.” “I didn’t, dear, until I had rnng the bell three times without receiving an nnswer.” Mrs. Ilnrd laughed nervously. “I I I—thought—aren’t yon going to take Mrs. Vernon driving?” Her pale face , flushed. Her lips began to tremble. “Oh, David, wlmt must yon think of me crying like a ldg baby! Please go away for a while.” David did not obey the pleading voice; Instead he took her slight form In his arms and kissed away the tears. “I came for a definite answer to-day, Nellie. Are you willing to trust your self In my keeping—forever?” Still holding her he commenced to sing. His soft, mellow tones soothed her: “Last night the nightingale woke me, Last uight when all was still.” She stretched out her arms joyously. “For, oh, the bird was singing, wat singing— Was singing, of you—of you.” David did not tell her of his great wealth until the next day. “And J can have help? Some one to—to ■” “To what?” David asked. “To keep the house as clean as Mrs. Vernon’s,” she burst out, burying her face on bis shoulder. “Walt and see,” he answered, thank ful anew* for his aunt's bank account and peculiar will. “We’ll import a chef if you ivaut one.’’—The American Queen. , • . , His Dog and the Train. Fersons waiting for trains at the Uuion Station last night witnessed an amusing incident in the cab stand and had a laugh at the expense of J. P. Sparker, of Squirrel Hill, who missed his train because his big greyhound re fused to stay at home when bis mas ter departed. The owner of the dog ar id veil at the station in n cab and in tended to take the !> o’clock train East, but on jumping out of the cab with his grips, be was greeted by the dog. which jumped about and barked on seeing him. The owner of the dog was stumped, ns he could not take the nnimnl along and did not have time to return home with it and get his train. The dog, iunocent of the trouble he bad made by following the cab from borne, tried to be playful, but liis master was angry. While the crowd laughed the owner concluded to take a later train and. bundling the dog 'into the vehicle, ordered the driver to go back to Squirrel Hill.—Pittsburg Gazette. Remarkable Fox. A mounted freak fox. owned by L. It. Nelson, of Winchester. N. If., killed in .January of this -year, resembles the cross, silver and woods gray fox, but is not like any of them; It hns the large black spot on fore shoulder about six inches square like the cross fox: and chest, belly, lall and under parts of sides are black with silver tipped, the sides and hips are bluck under the prominent gray. The only red on it is down the spine from kidneys to tail. The tail is tipped with white, the ears are four Inches long. The fox stands seventeen and one-half inches high and weighed twelve nnd three-quarter pounds. It lias been pronounced by tlie best Judges of fur to be altogether different from the woods gray or the cross fox. The hair Is longer nnd coarser than any of thorn.—Forest and Stream. Better Still. A man recently left his umbrella In the stand In the hall of a provincial hotel with it card bearing the follow ing inscription attached to it: “This umbrella belongs to a man who can deal a blow of 230 pounds’ weight. He will be back in teu minutes,” says Home Note. On returning to seek his property he found in its place a card thus inscribed: “This card was left here by a man who can run ten milea an hour. He will not be back!” Kansas farmers may be rich, cays the Kansas City Journal, but tbey are no longer easy. The “Butler Combined Show” went broke at Cbannte the other day and the truck waa attached by creditors. A few years ago only men of great fortune possessed private cars. Nowa days there are so many of these palaces on wheels that their value la estimated at 172.000,000. Why, the whole Pull muu system is worth commercially only $51,000,000. If we are to accept as correct the as sertions of Major Seaman some of the surgeons in the regular army might get a little practice of a helpful nature by amputating the red tape which now hampers the department, suggests the Detroit Free Press. Mr. Bockefeller hns advised young men to turn their thoughts to higher things than money, which Js not all there is in the world. If the young men will look after the higher things. Mr. Itockefeller will look after the money, reflects Punch. , The Kenrsarge has a record of twen ty hits with a thirteen-inch gun in less than twenty minutes. The tt.’get was nearly a mile away. That’s the kind of shooting that sank Rojpstvensky's fleet, comments the Philadelphia In quirer. There can be no possible doubt as to the urgent necessity for some lietter system of ship nomenclature, declnres Syren and Shipping. Vessels* names are reduplicated over and over again in a fashion which becomes absolutely bewildering. Good times have not failed, and show no signs of failing. On the con trary. continues tbe New York Tribune, there is every evidence that the next two or three years will see a marked Acceleration in our industrial growth and a greater diffusion than ever of material prosperity. The Intellectual men, tlie men of the best education, those who lire superior in developed capacity, in altruism, in industry, in self-restraint. In morality, those who are most Important to so ciety, work for small pay *• compared with the self-elected master* of mod ern flounce. How much they deserve, bow little do they earn! An Important step baa been taken by tbe French Naval Deportment accord ing to the London Globe, for providing the French fleet with submersible boats, as distinguished from subma rines. Eighteen of these boats, of a size larger than any yet laid down, are to lie built at Cherbourg. They are to have a displacement of 33S tons, a length of 130 feet, nnd a surface speed of twelve knots. The boats, which will move by steam on the surface, will be provided with twin screws and engines , of 700 horse power. On each boat there will be seven or eight torpedo tubes. Under the caption “What the World Needs.” the Locomotive Engineers’ Monthly Journal runs the following: “Young men and women who can stand erect and independent while oth ers bow and fawn and cringe for place and power. Men who do not believe that shrewdness, canning and long headedness are the best qualities for winning success. Merchants who will not offer for sale ‘English woolen’ manufactured lu American mills, or ‘lrish linens’ made In New York. Law yers who will not persuade clients to bring suits merely to squeeze out of them, when they know very well that they bnve no chance of winning.” The following extract may be of in terest to some of our readers, says Life: “A homeless dog is one of the saddest creatures and one of the sad dest sights on earth, lie is hungry, thirsty, tired, cold, possibly ill: he looks up with pitiful, imploring eyes into the faces of those who seem to 1 him kindly, but usually liis timid ap peal meets with no response or with harsh rebuff; lie is pushed roughly away, driven from each door which he vainly hoped might open to admit him to comfort, warmth, food, life and love. When his day of hunger, terror and utter despair and wretchedness is over, where can he lie dowp to sleep in the long, bitterly cold night? On some doorstep or in some gateway, to be cruelly ejected, without so much as a crust to lessen his fainting hunger, in the morning. Poor, faithful, lov ing-licarted dog. he hns done nothing to deserve the terrible fate to which the master whom he loved and trusted has consigned him.’ To turn horses or cattle out without food or shelter is very rigidly held as a punishable of fense; why. then, should similar Jus tice be denied t 6 dogs? Why should they be thus treated, nnd the inhuman brutes who perpetrate this ruthless cruelty go scot free?” LAP DOGS. Haw Th*r Hava ri|«v<l la ■lslwy and Mow Thoy Ara Mada. The making of new kinds of dogs has been a profitable industry since remot est history, and promises, especially in the case of lap dogs, to go on for ever. The “latest thing In‘Jap dogs” hns been very clearly defined ever since the days of the Greeks and Romans in Europe and from a much earlier period in Europe. In the sepulchral halls of tho great pyrnjnids sculptures have been fouud in which a small species of elegant greyhound is seen following members of the royal family. Both are chiselled in the stiff “one foot in front of the other” style of old Egypt, but the dog is unmistakably a special artificial breed Just as much as a modern dachs hund. Chinn evolved her Pekinese spaniel in her progressive days, some 8000 years ago. Chinese inertia lias’ pre served the breed unchanged to tills •lay In the regal palaces of the Em press. When the Summer palace in Pekin was searched in 18*10 by Euro pean troops six specimens were found. These dogs, whose unbroken ancestry is older than any royal family, even that of tile Empress, were found upon silken pillows, each In its own special apartment. Each had a special retinue of attendants, who had fled. Of all the lap dogs of Europe and America, perhaps the first to ?»e men tioned is the “Maltesedog.” or “Maltese terrier.” ns it was once culled. This silky little toy of a creature is said to have been originated in the town of Melitn. lit Sicily, whence It was ex ported to Rome and Athens In their days of greatness. Strobo. the liistoilnn. describes them a* “not bigger than common ferrets or weasels, yet they are not small in un derstanding nor unstable in their love.” From the first century until the nine teenth the Maltese dog was only heard from occasionally, but that it retained Its individuality and feminine favor are shown by its description eighty years ago In the European Magazine as a “pampered creature waddling and wheezing Its pampered way after its fashionable mistress.” In the eighteen-sixties new nnd su perior breeds of dogs appeared as rivals of the Maltese, who rapidly lost his supremacy. Dog shows gave great impetus to Improvement and variety of the little canines. In the efforts of their breeders to hold their place the Maltese was reduced to five pound* in adult weight. It Is said that one of these little ani mals could be placed In a lady’s glove. This apparently ungallant Inference to the size of feminine hands of the time is explained by Ihe assumption that the “glove” was a hawking gaunt let with sleeves reaching almost to the shoulders. The pocket beagle enjoys popularity ■ to-day among many women. : Anne of Denmark and Mary o! Mo ■ denn, two Queen consorts of the Stu arts. both “fancied” Italian grey hounds. nnd In the well-known painting by Ward. It. A., of James 11.. hearing ■ of the landing of William of Orange. > an Italian hound sniffs suspiciously at ! the messenger, while a court lady «'i . ter tains the infant Prince of Wales with a King Charles spaniel pun. At one time, not so long ago. it was * so fashionable and sought after that i an attempt was made to Improve on nature by Interbreeding the Italian greyhound with the toy terrier, tint 1 with most lamentable results: and it was with the greatest difficulty and patience that the ill effects of the roes -1 alliance wore overcome, aud the breed purified by the infusion of fresh blood from its native Italy, until it once more ! displayed those true traits and that exquisite grace which makes this fragile littl** creature so admired by ‘ Indies of taste and refinement. ■ There are doubtless several new , types In formation at this time under , tlie careful experiments of breeders Each one should have Its day of popu larity and high prices, to he succeeded by a later canine freiik. ltatnforclne His Explanation. , The editor of tho Gory Gulch Vindl , caior happening to look out of his win dow suw Comanche Pete approaching the office with an expression of wrath on his face and a revolver in each hand. Glancing hastily at a copy of the Vindicator that lay on the table be fore him he 'sought to ascertain the cause of the impending visit. liis eye was caught by this item: “They are talking or running our il lustrious fellow citizen. Comanche Pete, for town marshall. lie’s a huckster—that’s what Pete is.” He had barely time to snatch a big revolver from the drawer in his table when the door opened and Comanclic Pete came In. “I’ete.” quietly remarked the editor, leveling the weapon at him. “throw up your hands. I’ve got the drop on you. I wrote it ’hustler.’ ’’—Chicago Tribune. Onr Sophl-t Ira tea Foo.ln. Suppose you ask for the grocer’s best strawberry jam. end he charges you four-peuce a pound for it. and you get a mixture of foreign fruit-pulp, sweet ened with glucose, colored with aniline dyes, with seeds alien to the straw berry put in, you have no legal cause of complaint; aud the dealer is quite free from prosecution, provided he has included in the composition one or two strawberries.—London Magazine.- Gratafallv Krreived. According to Andrqw Lang there are sixty words xr the English language for which no rhymes can be found. Mr. Lang’s statement is received and filed, and the secretary is directed to return to him a vote of thanks.—Cleve land Plain Dealer. Good Roads How to Got legislation. HERE is a stronger, health. » ier sentiment for National I aid to highway Jmprove t ment all over the country than at any time since Con- ©: gressman Brownlow first introduced his bill providing for it. As more nnd more the subject is discussed in the press more and more is it seen that the proposition simply covers the discharge of a National obligation to the people who furnish life and sustenance to the Government. There is no family or individual in the United States unaf fected by highway conditions. Im proved highways in the United States would save to the people the enormous sum off 000,000,000 every year. The Department of Agriculture Is authority for the figures. Statistics gathered by Government agents from 1200 counties show that it costs an average of twen ty-live cents a mile to haul n ton of produce. On th? level on good mac adam ro.nl n horse can draw 0700 pounds; on the best dirt roads, he can draw .*I3OO, or not quite half us much; on muddy roads lie can only draw 1000 pounds, about one-seventh what lie can draw on the level macadam road. Thus we see that It costs the farmer seven times us much to carry Ills products to the railroads or the county town over n muddy road as it would over a good macadam road. Thanks again to the Department of Agriculture, we know how much it costs the farmers of the United. States to get crops to market, and the figures show that a system of good wagon roads would pay a larger dividend to tiie country than our expensive system of railroads. Briefly, it costs the farm ers annually Ytlie figures are official* 8fM0,414,005.54 to move their products. As at least five-sixths of It is moved on dirt roads and bad ones at that, there would lie a saving to the farmers of at ieirst sixty per cent, of this cost If we had macadam roads. Or. as stntfd above, bad roads cost the fann ers annually $000,000,000. Tills is more than all the railroads of the United States receive for freight. It is this appalling condition the Government is asked to appropriate $24,000,000 to help cure. The States cannot do it unaided, but ' with 524.000.00 M distributed through three years* to States and coun ties that will accept the conditions of the Brownlow-Latimer hill, such a stimulus will be given to road improve ment as will in a very few years lift agriculture out of the ruts and save to the country the enormous sum now lost ns the cost of bad roads. The way to relief is to demand It of your own Senator and Representative, by letter, by community petition and by resolutions of neighborhood good roads meetings. Write to lion. W. P. Brownlow for a copy of ids bill, and to your U. S. Senator for Senate Doc ument No. 204, Fifty-eighth Congress. 2d Session. The way to get good roads legislation is to make tho call for it so determined and emphatic that the Con gress will not fail to act. McAdaiD. Hoad Inventor. Maurice O. Eldridge. in an article In Outing, on road-making, remarks on the comparatively slight knowledge the world to-day lias of MeAdam, the in ventor of the modern method of road construction. Mr. Eldridge ran do but little to enlighten us. his space being limited nnd opportunities for learning about the inventor being slight. He says, however: It seems strange Hint in the rosters of fame and the record of achievement in the nineteenth century, the name of John Loudon MeAdam and ids service to the human race should receive so liltlo attention. Among the millions of books in the Congressional Library at Washington, not one biography of this great Scotch man can be found, and yet after two .housand years of following false the ory. practicable only for a world power kucli ns that of the Romans, it re mained for this humble Scotch sur veyor. who was not even an engineer, to tell the world how to build good roads and how to build them cheaply. It was about 1830 that MeAdam as serted and demonstrated by actual test tlie superiority of ids method over the old. He laid down this principle as primary: That the natural soil really supports the traffic, and that while it Is preserved in a dry state will sustain a weight without sinking. Sbstln Tree* on ICnari*. When all Mechlenburg's romls shall lie bordered by shade nnd fruit trees, vines aud hedges, as a few now are. then shall we feel that as in patriotic declaration and in good roads, so in at tractive drives shall Mecklenburg County take precedence. When variotv shall be found in different treatments neither Japan, with her cherry blos soms. nor Italy with her ilex shall lie more beautiful. When each mill set tlement shall rival some other in its effort to make its street* and commons attractive, and its many houses be come embowered in flowers anil shrubs, then will tenants find beauty and satisfaction in tneir homes. When every’city shall create a park and tree commissions to care for its public grounds; when every town shall form a villnge Improvement society, and every county an auxiliary to its road committee, then shall our State begin to realize her possibilities of beauty.— Mrs. J. Van LnmllngJiam, of North Carolina. Lace-making is a*!d to be dying out. not only in England, but in Italy aud : France. - j A STUDY IN HEREDITY. laataMM of Criminal Hitmi Appoorln* la Noted Families. In the history of Bigler and Charled Johnson and the various branches of the family in Bradford County, Penn sylvania, Zola might have found ma terial for a study in heredity such as he expanded into the Rougon-Macquart series. Although the family to-day Is among tbe poorest and most notorious in that section, its line of descent runs straight back to Sir William Johnson, the pre-Revolutionary soldier whose in fluence with the Six Nations kept them from joining the French in the French and Indian Wur. On the other side was Indian blood, probably that of “Molly” Brant, sister of the great Mo hawk chief, Joseph Brant, by whom Sir William Johnson had eight chil dren. These people ami their kindred are y not without a certain pride in their ancestry. They like to be known as among the very earliest settlers of the Upper Susquehanna. But their patri mony hns long since gone out of their bauds. Now they are called “hill peo ple.” Of those who remain some live in abandoned shanties in the woods, where fli*6wood Is free at bnnd. sup porting themselves with u gun. or by fishing or by an occasional job on a near-by farm lu emergency. The poor house hns helped to tide over a bad winter for some of them. Shiftless, without education or means of sup port. most of them ate held in bad re pute by their neighbors. Yet tlie stock of children is freely replenished. Bigler Johnson was hanged the other day. and ills brother Charles is under a sentence of death for the murder of Bigler Johnson’s wife and little niece while the men were drunk ou stolen alcohol. The husband was tired of paying $0 a month for liis wife’s sup port by order of tho court. To conceal tlie crime his mother was accused of having burned the house containing the bodies, but she was acquitted. Bigler, wlio passed ns a fair Johnson type, in his confession said he had never gone to church. Sunilny-school or to public school. He lind never heard of the Bible ami did not know wliat re ligion or morality meant. This recon! of crime nnd pauperism recalls in a small way tlie famous case of the Jukes, as they are called, de . seendnnts of two sons of an early Dutch backwoodsman, nml tin* two ; Jukes sisters. Out of 1200 descend ants 700 were traced, of whom 280 had received public support, 140 were criminals and offenders, serving in all 140 years in prison, and a large propor tion- were morally bad and nervously diseased. The Jukes, however, had scattered widely and many were city dwellers.—World. , WORDS OF WISDOM. Some men are sorry for the poor only when their own pockets are empty. The man who chooses his words sel dom hns to make any of them good. Some flowers and herbs that grow very low are of a very fragrant and healthful use.—Robert Leighton. I wish nil men knew and saw in very truth tlie everlasting worth, dignity and blessedness of work.—Carlyle. Come, take that task of yours, which you have been hesitating before and shirking and walking around, and on this very day lift it up and do it.— Phillips Brooks. ( So noiseless would I live, such dentil to find: Like timely fruit, not shaken by tho wind, But ripely dropping from the saplesa bough. —Dryden. A fashionable woman always allows herself to be dressed according to the taste of a person whom she would not let sit down in lier presence.—G. Ber nard Shnw. Of all had things by which mankind are cursed. Their own had tempers surely ire tho worst. —Richard Cumberland* I Back, Back, Back to Duluth. A story was told in a Duluth res taurant of a man who secured a posi tion in Chicago and was to leave Du luth to go to work. However, he got mixed up with some friends while saying good-by. and was soon in such a condition that he didn’t care whether he went that day or the next. So lie hit upon the bril liant Idea of sending a postal to his new employer, saying lie bad missed the train, ns an excuse for not being there on time. When he did get to Chicago'lie asked Ids boss if he re ceived the card. “Yes,” the boss said. “I got the card all right, but what I can’t understand is how you could miss the train when the card didn’t.” Neither did the Duluth man under stand. That is why the story cornea from Dulutli. He returned.—Chicago Inter-Ocean. A Tramp Chemist. “I am Nicholas Giulot. professor of chemistry,” said a tramp gnthercd with other vagabonds in the streets of Paris, when asked by the police lieutenant to Identify himself. And from his filthy clothes he fished documents proving tiiat lie spoke the truth. Investigation showed that the tramp was a former lecturer at the University of Paris, that for years he had astonished the scientific world by bis discovereies, and that finally the Government sent him to the Congo to study certain topo graphical and other conditions. When he came back from Africa the former society man seemed to have lost all- hid energy, and gradually vanished from sight. “Send me to prison for a week, at ipast,” he begged tbe police. “I must have regular food and a bad, lest I I perish.”—Chicago News.