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,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
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
“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
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
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
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
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
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

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
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
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
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
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
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?”
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
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
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
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
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
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
Lace-making is a*!d to be dying out.
not only in England, but in Italy aud :
France. - j
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
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. ,
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
Like timely fruit, not shaken by tho
But ripely dropping from the saplesa
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
—Richard Cumberland*
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
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.

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