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Arem sag e - tile to Love. iove ed.6 'IT well; Iknow; m;,dreamp areyu et 4P stoorrasbe truei THE LITTL By JAMES V l'When Rodney Pinkham appeared among the candidates for the Valley side Academy football team, the coach smiled. What's your name?' he asked. "Rodney W. Pinkham, sir." "You 4'ant to play football?" Yes~ air. "Why," said the coach good na tredly, "you're no bigger than a Christmas candle!" The boys who heard him laughed, but Pinkham was not disturbed. "I weigh more than you'd think, fr,"; he said. "I weigh one hundred and i eight and one-quarter pounds, and most of it is muscle, sir." Tie coach smiled again. "4Vell, Mr. Christmas Candle Pink he said. "I like your spirit, y; and we'll see what you can 4 ." The first day there were exactly thirty-four men at practice, and when three elevens lined up for signal Actice, Pinkham found himself the e left over. But he trotted along sbAide the coach without the least -s n ,of .annoyance, looking up at him esiously-land listening attentively to "utbe said. The coach put him in [end for the last five minutes of Iwmation work. T."'~When' it was over, be had all the candidates run from one end of the del to the other. Little Pinkham ftished sixth. "Hello!" said the oach. "You can run, can't you?" "Yes, sir," said Pinkham. e next day was rainy, and only t twenty boy camp ont. One e andle!" said Tommy Hor to, the halfback, Winking to big Sloan, the centid. "Aren't you afraid ibe rain'll melt you?" "No, sir," . answered Pinkham. .After a moment he smiled, a shy, embarrassed smile. "I guess that was a joke, wasn't it?" he said. Sloan aqd: Horton doubled themselves up with laughter. After that every one ocalled-him "Candle" Plnkh~am. He appeared on the field every day, 2or shine. Fnthn11 was hi_ pas the~ se , he ~ould nnosnto dodge. - laying end on the proudest out you, Can * d. . "It's a ou play, you L enjoy it so much." "Why, don't you think it's fun, ~sir?" asked Pinkham, wonderingly. Valleyside had excellent prospects -that year. Sloan, the centre; Jimmy Edwards, the quarterback and cap tain, and Horton, the left half, were all remarkable players, and the rest of the eleven were at least avetage, with the exception of the right end. After three weeks the make-up of the K team had been practically settled, save for that end position. After the Mountfort game, Edwards and the .coach were talking, it over. "There's just one man in Valley side who could make good there, I'm perfectly sure," said Edwards. "That's Babb. But he won't comes out, con :found him! You know he played for 'Blount School last season, and he was -a star. When I heard he was coming here, I gave up worrying about one end. But I've talked to him a dozen times, and I can't move him; he won't -try." "What's the matter with him?" ~asked the coach. "He's got a bee in his bonnet," answered Edwards, crossly. "He says he ,doesn't like the game." "Why not?" "Says it's bad' for a man. He isn't -afraid of getting'hurt, either; bpt you see, he was ruled off twice for hitting P .a man last year, and he has never got over It. I don't .think he's a dirty player; they say he had provocation both times. But he's a queer .chap; I can't make him out. He says that he loses his temper when he plays, -and does things he has no business -to do, and so he has made up his mind not to play." "He'd better make up his niind .to keep his temper," said the coach. "That's what I told him," Edwards -replied. "But he said he had an idea that if you found you couldn't re .sist temptation, the next best thing was to avoid It, and that was what he meant to do. And I can't get another .thing out of him." "Well," said the coach, "if we can't -'get him, we can't. Now I'll tell you something, Jimmy. I'm half-inclined to give young Pinkham a show at Edwards. "The e he's awfully and fast, and urt. He's far dithful worker on. the squad; you can absolutely de pend on him to do as he's told; and -best of all, he's got football sense." "There's something in what you -say," admitted Edwards, thoughtful ly. Then he laughed. "What do .you think I saw him doing yesterday noon? Throwing a football up oni that sloping roof at the west end of ~the dormitory, and catching it as it ~came off. It would bounce every way, .and now and then he'd miss it; and 'when he did, he'd fall on It every ~time; he never picked it up once!" S"Oh, he loves the game, all right," sa~id the coach. That afternoon, when the coached D LOVE. 'Thou art a dream." said Love to Life, 'Bct - am rea'-ard Life-replied: "A-dram-.am. . .and real-are you? T)hej let us to .ourselves be true;" d loidlr Litghea and ian awaY bsk 'and bath -to throb with jo1, .irdle the world in fond embrace, d Love-lay Aead, no longer free. -John Raleiglh, in Gunter's. i E CANDIE. rEER LINN. practIce, he called: "Pinkham, you take right end!' Tho boy actually jumped. -What, sir-I?" he said. "Hurry up!" answered the coach. And Pinkham's eyes shone like the candles he was named for as he trotted to his place. The game that week was with Neoka. The field wgs wet and the ball slippery. The, first .time CFommy Horton was given the ball, -he squeezed it out of his arms before he was fairly started. There was a wild scramble. When the players of both sides were un tangled, at the bottom was Cs.ndle Pinkham, the ball hugged tight to his stomach. Valleyside made three more fumbles in the first ten minutes, and in two out of the three little Pinkham saved the ball. Then Val leyside braced and scored. - 'Rah, 'rah, 'rah, Horton!" yelled the crowd; and then, after a moment, " 'Rah,'rah,'rah, Pinkham! " Through the dirt on his face the boy's embar rassed smile made.its way. Neokia kicked off, and the running and smashing began again. So, also, did the fumbling. At last Valleyside's right half got the ball, circled .the op posing end, but was caught by the de fensive halfback; and as he was tackled the ball flew high and wide. Pinkham, racing behind, caught it on a 'lucky bound, and pushed on; but the opposing fullback tackled him squarely, and down they went in a heap. Noaka's captain and right tackle, a boy weighing a hundred and seventy pounds, came up, and just as .the referee's whistle blew, hurled hmself squarely upon Pinkham and HE worst form I have .v was one that was introd I was a boy, by a Yan who came along and taught ingg He taught geograpb 4w accuracy o* re.~mory with patr Scation th'.e to the tune of Yar Swell as an aid to the memory je went into business it often li W boy got a situation in a groc j waiting for their change, he c Stwo numbers without comme: table and singing up until he -, In case the customer's ears hac Straining, this practice often Sstore.-Horace Porter. Spee< land SocIety, December 22, 1! the fullback. There was a roar and a hiss from the stands. When Horton and the referee pulled the men apart, little Pinkham did not move. "Dirty! Dirty! Take him out!" yelled the stands. The umpire slapped the Neoka captain on the shoulder. "Get off the field!" he said, curtly. "Quick, now!" "What for?" asked the boy, an grily. "You know very well," said the umpire. "You heard the whistle, didn't you? I won't have any dirty lay here. You get out." The Valleyside coach was working over Pinkham. The boy gasped and drew his legs up to his body; then he shook himself and opened his eyes. "I'm-I'm all right, sir," he said. "I guess I had my wind knocked out, that's all." "Can you stand?" asked the coach. "Of course I can," said Plnkham, getting unsteadily to his feet. "I'm all right." "It was a dirty play," said the coach. "They've ruled him off." "Who?" asked Plnkham, wonder ingly. "Briggs, the man who jumped on you after you were down." "Oh, but," cried Pinkham, eagerly, "that's not fair' He ought not to be ruled off. I wasn't down-not stopped, anyway. I think-I'm pretty sure I could have got free. I-was trying awfully hard." "But the whistle blew," said the coach. "I didn't hear it," said Pinkham, "and I don't think they ought to rule him off." "What's that?" demanded the referee, who was standing by them. Pinkham explained again, in his shy, serious, embarrassed fashion. "Well!" said- the referee. He called .to the umpire. '"Here, Dick, listen to this!" Both teams were gathered round now. "Well," said the umpire to Ed wards, "what do you say, Valley side?" "Let him play," said Edwards. "All right," answered the umpire, briefly. "As you say." The stands had been looking on In curiosity. When it was all explained, and both Briggs and little Pinkham .took their places again in the line-up, there was wild cheering from both sides. In the second half Valleyside fumbled less, but Neoka began to find herself. Again and again she sent her right half round Pinkham's end. Again and again little Rodney sifted through the interference and got ,the man, but his lack of weight had its effect, for he could not always hold him; the runner would crawl forward two, three, four yards. Finally, near the close of the game, he broke loose altogether, the full back missed him clean on an easy tackle, and Neoka scored a .touch down. They missed the goal, how ever, and the game ended six to five in 'favor of Valleyside. But little Pink Iham was broken-hearted. coach.: T0m--I'm too'..iht" eyes were full of teas-. - "Nonsense!" said the coach. "You played a good game, Pinkham. Don't you fret. I wish you were twenty or .thirty pounds heaiier,, but yoi; did your level best, and that's all any body can do." "I'm too lightl" repeated Pinkham, mournfully. "It's perfectly true," said the coach afterward to Edwards. "He is too light. I'm afraid RoCkville will smash things up round his end. What do you say we play Horton with him on .that side of the line?" "It wouldn't do," said Edwards. "It would only weaken the other end and throw Tommy all off." "Well, anyway," said the coach, "Pinkham keeps end-that's settled. He's the best man that's played there, l spite of his weight, and he's a dandy little sportsman, besides." "He's all that," admitted the cap tain. "But I wish that man Babb would come out!" "Why don't you make one more try?" asked the coach. "I think I will," said Edwards. Early on Monday afternoon he went to Babb's room. "Look here, Babb," he said, "I'm no beggar, but I've.got something to say to you." He outlined the situa tion, and ended, "Now the school needs you; will you come out?" Babb, a tall, dark, quiet young fel low, listened in silence. When Ed wards had finished, he answered: "To tell the truth, Edwards, I've been thinking the thing over, and I guess I was wrong. Yes, I'll come out." "Good!" said Edwards. "To-day?" "To-day, certainly. When I make up my mind, I make it up." The captain, overjoyed, hastened to find the coach. On the way one thought troubled him a little-the recollection that when Babb came on, little Candle Pinkham must be dropped. "It's tooconfoundedly bad,-" agreed the coach. "I never coached any boy I. liked more than that little chap. But if Babb makes good, it's got to be done, and he'll be the first to see it." "Yes, that's true," said Edwards. Babb came out, and little Pinkham retired to .the scrub, where he played as faithfully and apparently with as much enjoyment as on the first eleven. In three weeks more came the great game with Rockville, and Valleyside won. Babb was every where on the field-he shared the r known an invention to take uced in a country town, when kee of musical turn of mind, ip avery branch of education by y by singing, and to combine - otism, he taught the multipli ktee Doodle. This worked very In school, but when the boys e d to Inconvenience. When a g? ery store and customers were :>uld never tell the product of cing at tihe beginning of the had reached those numbers. not received a proper musical Injured the business of the &) tt at dinner of the New Eng- g 77. , laurels equally with Jimmy Edwar. After the game was over, and the shouiting, there was, as usual, a big dinner, at which the head master pre sided. He spoke, and the coach spoke, and the captain, and then there were cries for Babb. The boy rose, tall, cool, master of himself. "You fellows will excuse me, I think, if I say owe or two words abott ,myself," he began, "for they're only 'the preface to what I really want to tell you. You know I wouldn't come out for the .team at first, and I think many of you know why. Last year I was ruled off twice for slugging. I knew I meant to be a gentleman, and I figured that it was the game that was bad, because I was ungentleman ly when I played it. "Well, you saw the Neoka game, and what happened there; and you remember what little Pinkham did." " 'Rah, 'rah, 'rah, Pinkhlam!" cried somebody far down the table. But Babb went right on! "That set me to thinking. It seemed to me If a boy could love the game as he did, and yet be as square, as he was, the game could .'t be all bad; perhaps there was some thing wrong with me. On .the next Monday afternoon Captain Edwards asked me again to go out, and I said I would. I did, and I played as well as I knew how; and because I was big and husky and lots older than Pinkham, I made the team, and he went back to the scrub. And now I'm going to tell you the real reason why I went out to practice. It wasn't only what Plnkham did at Neoka; it wasn't at all because Captain Ed wards came and asked me on Monday afternoon. It was because little Pink ham came himself on Monday morn ing and begged %me with tears In his eyes to go out and play, when he knew that if I made good, it would mean putting him off the team; and I said I would. And I swore if a boy who loved football as much as he did was that kind of a chap, I'd stick at it as long as I could, and keep my temper while I played it--and I mean to!" He sat down sud.denly, and because the speech and the emotion were both unexpected, the boys were quite still for a moment. The head master leaned over to the coach, smiling. "How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world!" he quoted.'. - Up jumped the coach. "The Little Candle!" he cried. "Now, boys, three good ones for Little Candle Pinkham!" And he, with shy, small, embar rassed smile, sat wondering what it was reasily all about-Youth's Coin panion. A fj~tture of a new German system of te photography is that the wire usedel~o trasmit a picture may be useC. sfor telephoning at the same tim . PROCEAN.. RAUFTHE "TOOTH MOST SACRED'REUC OF THE BUDDHIST FAITH. - Ebharts 1- Crrtecns Trappin;;sa-HerdS, Tcmtom Beaters, lanner Bearers and Devil Dancers That Take Part in the Ceremony ---Exposnl the Relic on th e Temple Steps The Kandy Perahera is the Arabian. Nights and Walpurgis Night in one. Ten days before the August full moon, when the dusk wraps the little hill capital of Ceylon in a purple haze, the tomtoms that blare out every evening from the Dalada Maligawa (Temple of the Tooth) are met by an answering sound from the Nata Dewale (Hindu temple). A little procession sets forth. A boy leads the way, holding in his hand a strange iron instrument shaped like a pipe, with a long handle and a .long bowl filled with flaring cocoanut oil. Ne hind him come the tomtom beaters and men bearing Buddha's banners and a temple kapurala (official), with his flat white pincushion cap. On his bare brown shoulders he bears a pingo (yoke), hung at each end with garlands of flowers. The little procession circles the shrine. It is strange and arresting in the dimness and aloneness of the dewale (a large enclosed space), where the great white dagoba (usual ly a bell shaped erection containing a sacred relic) looms up and the sacred bo tree rustles night and day -and there are many little white shrines strewn with temple flowers and marigolds. The kapurala passes into the shrine, the little boy beats out the flaming cocoanut oil, the men furl their flags and the tomtom beat ers steal away. Within the shrine on a flat white stone lie the portions of ehela tree and jak tree and the cocoa nut flowers and .the jasmine blossoms whicn symbolize the beginning of the Perahera. Three nights later the real Pera hera begins and lasts for ten nights. The culminating night Is the full moon and the next day the proces sion takes place in the daytime. Every night it increases in splendor, writes Bella Sidney Woolf, in the Queen. It is seen at its best from the Octagon, the highest portion of the Temple of the Tooth. The quad rangle in front of the temple is a dim, dark plain, faintly lit. by torch light; along the road and on the walls the people swarm-a sea of dusky, eager faces. Looking down from the balcony of the Octagon, dimly under the archway of the temple gate, is seen the huge form of an elephant swaying slowly -.o and fro. The stone passage leading from the shrine is brightly lit with torches-the painted reliefs of tortures and devils on the walls show up against the night. Suddenly the distant noise of tom toms coming nearer and nearer, and along the road .that stretches away in the darkness beyond the tem ple come the four Peraheras (pro cessions) from the four dewale (shrines). A b'are and a flare-a medley of elephants and whirling, twisting, frenzied devil dancers. Kandyan chiefs in their wonderful swathed white garments, headmen and villagers and tomtom beaters. The great elephants are .trapped in red and gold, with long masks over their heads and trunks. There are slits for their eyes; they look like grin, uncanny monsters masquerad ing. A dragon in fa'ncy dress would create an equally curious impression. There are men with long; glitter ing fans, men with gold and silver umbrellas perched, aloft on the ele phants' backs. It is an orgy of red and gold 'and silver, and flickering, glaring lights and dancing shadows and jangling of elephant bells and throbbing of tomtoms and wild shouts of joy and the clanking of devil dancers' armlets and anklets. The whole procession moves slowly, as if detached from the hurlyburly that surrounds it. At the gate of the tem ple they halt. The great gold rundoli (palanquin) is carried down the stone gallery and placed on the elephant's back, over the gold and crimson embroideries which deck him. Then a white cloth is laid down. The golden carandua (Casket of the Sacred Tooth) is to be brought out-the Tooth. of Gnu tama Buddha, the most sacred relic of the Buddhist faith. .The Diwa Nilami, a Kandyan chief and guardian of the temple, comes forward out of the shadow. He is a magnificent fig ure, tall and stately, with flowing gray beard and piercing eyes set deep in his impassive brown face. He wears a jacket, something'like a zou: ve jacket, with large sleeves to the elbow, gold buttons, and swathed round his waist till he is the shape of a pegtop at its broadest, are folds upon folds of white muslin. It takes him two hours to dress in .this fashion. He wears white gaiters, frilled round the ankles; his feet, of course, are bare. On his head is: flat white pincusion cap, and his gray hair is twisted in a knot like a wom an's at the back. The great moment has come. The tooth in its gold carandua wrapped in a silken covering Is brought out by the Diwa Nilami. He hands It to the kapuralas, who reverently place It In the golden palanqnin. A detonator Is let off with a terrif~c bang and scat tering of sparks from the topmost point of the temple. The tomtoms crash out, men and women shout for joy, the elephant bells ring, the devil dancers leap high in the air. Then comes the most Impressive moment of the whole Perahera. The great elephant, bearing the relic, lurches forward from the dimness of the archway, the torchbearers run alongside, and as he steps majestical ly through the main entrance he and his golden burden are shown up in relief against the glare of the torches, silhouetted in the square of .the arch way, darkness around him--the very centre of the procession. Then he marches slowly down the steps and into the road. The Diwa Nilami comes down. The devil dancers prostrate themselves In .the ust before him. Two smaller ele Iphants form up alongside the bearer ogh1e tooth and the whole procession Is. in motion. It moves along the sid j the lake, a glowini; serpent, 'a g slowly, weirdly. It disap 'C pf.rs in thA distance. The sound of the Atomtoms comes at last fitfully, addhe squir is almost silent. Then again the sound draws nearer and the throb,- thrqb; tarob. of the toto's, becomes more imsistent. The Dalada MaligawaPmber i.! re turning. Again the blare and the flare, and the procession, ccmesto-the gate of the temple. Tie tomtom beatars go before; the temple kapuralas and attendants, the men with golden umbrellas and the men with the fans swarm over the wails helter-skelter like a stage crowd. Then the Diwa Nilami paces slowly through the archway, and the great elephant follows. The same cere mony is observed at the removal of .the carandua from the palanquin. In the lamplight between two rows of brown, eager faces the Diwa Nilami goes with stately step through the temple. bearing the carandua in the silken cloth, amid the deafening din of .tomtoms and golden trumpets (nagasinnam) and tambourines. He. passes through the doorway that leads to the shrine-the music is hushed. Men follow with all the other trappings and accoutrements. The tomtom beaters pack up their instruments in cloths. The play is ended for the night. Only the sound of elephant bells breaks the stillness of the moonlit night-tinkling, clang ing, ting-a-ling-as they tether the elephants, the great andsmall, in the courtyard of the temple under the palm trees. Pigeon Photographers. By PRISCILLA LEONARD. A German genius, Dr. J. Neubron ner, of Kronberg, has been experi menting with carrier pigeons as pho tographers of bird's-eye views. Dr. Neubronner's father, a Kronberg apothecary, was a carrier pigeon en thusiast, and organized a sort of rural delivery by providing country doctors round Kronberg with pigeons, to which the prescriptions were en trusted. These the birds brought to the shop more quickly than any hu man messenger could do. Dr. Neubronner, the son, added to this messenger service a parcel post. He sent some of his pigeons to the wholesale dealers of whom he bought his drugs. Whenever he needed any medicament in a great hurry, he would telephone or telegraph for it, and the dealer would attach a tiny pack to the pigeon's back, and dis patch it at once. A vigorcus pigeon can carry seventy-five grains' weight in ,this wa7. But one pigeon was false to its trust. It never came home with its burden for a month after Its release. Where had it bken? It occurred to Dr. Neubronner that it might be pos sible to fit such a wandering pigeon with a tiny camera, and see where it had been from the pictures it brought home! Now the German Patent Office has granted patent rights to Dr. Neubron ner for this idea, and the German War Office is a partner in .the under taking, and hopes through it to get views of jealously guarded frontier fortresses. The apparatus that Dr. Neubronner has devised slings the camera In a kind of harness over the pigeon's shoulders and back, so as not to interfere with its flight. The films are four by five'centimeters in size. A small india-rubber ball, al lowing the air to escape, effects the opening of the shutter at regular In tervals, so .that eight bird's-eye views, with half a minute's interval between each, have repeatedly been secured. A transportable cote and dark room are provided for the training, feeding and transportation of the pigeons, and the development of .the photographs. The Technical World, which describes the new invention, gives two views taken by pigeon photographers, one of the imperial park at Friedrichshof Castle, which is jealously kept pri vate, and another of some works, which shows the place and even the details of the buildings .to some ex tent. The German War Office is consid ering the practical use of these pigeon photographers in connection with war balloons. The balloon could be sta tioned so high as to be out of any range from projectiles, and then the pigeons, with their cameras, would flutter down, and thus take the views from a more moderate height over the positions or fortresses of the enemy. The war horse, military science now tells us, is going out. Is the dove of peace going to cast off all its tra ditions and take his place in modera warf are ?-Youth's Companion. River Brought Him a Wheat Crop. Although he is not a farmer and owns no farming land, Dr. George P. Pennington, -of Missouri Point, Ill., will to-day thresh his wheat crop. The threshing will .take place in a strip of wooded land which Dr. Pen nington owns. He expects to get about 250 bushels. The wheat floated down to his rove recently during the high water. It came so fast and from so many different directions that Dr. Penning ton could not notify the owners, so he decided to take advantage of the Ill wind which blew him so much good. As soon as the stage of water per mitted he hired men to untangle the shocks from the shrubbery and lay It out to dry. It proved to be excellent grain.-St. Louis Republic. Watch Recovered From River. John Norris, a former chief con stable of Coventry, was the possessor of a historical Tay Bridge watch. This was engraved with a view of the Tay Bridge and was inscribed as fol lows: "The Tay Bridge Disaster, De cember, 1879. This watch lay in the Rive.r Tay for six weeks; it stopped at the time of tie accident, remained silent many days, started again and worked nine hours under water." It was a gold keyless lever whL.. had been lent to Mr. Beynan, an a of Cheltenham, who wasdr A charge of dynamite wasafe used with a view to raising the b from the river, and this doubth, started the watch again.-Lond Standard. Out of 557,737 persons who left the United Kingdom In 1907, 338, 612 went to the United States and 20335 t- inrnitish noss1iOson TilE OR INAI Oi STICK, N . . .; Since the departure of ex-President hunt, the American people have been se "Big Stick." Admirers of President Taft the White House and that its place has I Coloradoans claim to have found the for their assertions that they have been madc panying photograph of "The Big Stick." In a large natural park on the opex Coldrado Springs and within sight of PI formations, similar lit a certain degree tc but of white Instead of red sandstone. Th been known to ranchmen in the vicinity f the remarkable similarity of one of the ro that any notoriety was given to it. Thi Park, and to the club-shaped rock format was given the sobriquet "The Big Stick." Plain Dealing. tor the -the *. na In ro - as] it ill 'ed - cal roi on .... . . ..It ' -Reformer (earnestly)-"Let's have eg an honest election." Politician-"That's what I say. Let's have it all fair and square, straight up and down. . Let's don't ex pect any votes we don't pay for, and let's don't pay for any we don't get." -Brooklyn Eagle. Rather Caever, What? While the proverbial Englishman may not be able to distinguish a joke in less than two weeks' time, he often says something to arouse the. risi bilities. Among the passenigers on one of ,the big ocean liners lately com ing from. Cherbourg was a Britisher with an appetite for informatiopi on topics of every conceivable descrip tion. Wherever knowledge was be ing disseminated he was to be found. One day he overheard another pas senger remark that the captain had said they should see Sandy Hook within twenty-four hours. W "Sandy Hook!" exclaimed the Englishman; "and who's he;, some be prominent Scotchman in New, York'?" pe --New York Times. be *SELPISH1 "You might let me enjoy a little of'i been there all the morning."-From Pele Saws' Carcass in Two. r An Invention of Interest to pork tO packers is the carcass-splitting ma- t lei -ch wi ts .th sta by wi A) ;'tu: / ina sell,' .ret toc era sm:======s== Sti - lai Sby a Missouri man. ~arcass of a hog can be ye Pho eatly bisected as It Is j 'heodore Roosevelt for his African rching for the-hidin-place oktbo declare that it has anlshd from en taken by the."Big Smile But nidable weapon, and i pap its custodians, present plain, about fifteen milese t Ike's Peak are many curibu - those of the Garden of -the" e existence of this strange >r a long time, but It was not - sks to "The Big Stick" was notced tract was then named Roosevelt Ion, standing .ftsen'feet 'heigh Only Way He Cl 3 Frank Bertram, a weH knoW - ,tells the following stoiyN - I was playing-at Too fair week and in the marke ' re were severalmerry-go-ounds "I noticed 'one melAfo ndivi I who, despite the f&it: arently suffering greatly, riding on one of the y nds. "Eventually I spoke .to him ad ced him if he liked It. "The man replied, 'No, I dontiLk. a bit; the blessed thing makes me "I then asked him why he. in riding, an& bis reply was: 1t help It. The man who ons thi ndabout owes me'money,-u h Ly way-I can get even isbyk1g ~ut in rides." "-London Dafy-& aph. - - e-"And did you see Monte Carlo de you were at Nice'" She-"No; papa called on l~' leve, but from his disappointed ap rance, I thik Mr. Carlo musthbaT4 en Qut."* ftAN~ e shade from our o a ele. the packig esslsmt re is no time lost I taking ~t t~ block to' be choped up with-nuCh accuracy-andi dispatch. The m-. ue conslist|'ot anniinclined pa~ Lh two s*ahi~eels opei'atinN ~~4 en' its side 1One- of these he bove the. other'and' set a little fi i bac1k, following the Iiclneiof tV' nd. The lower wheel -is operated a chain running over. the power.-' Leel, below the platform, and Its i n operates the upper saw. The cass is trundled along the support track, and when the mcleI ched is turned so that t~*7~~ through it in thedeid rc' . It is then passed over th i n and rolled on for the neit - ition in the process.-Was The Wronf I see where up for r. Hum -v e0