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V 1 ~L A l r K DARLINGTON HERALD. YOL. IV. DARLINGTON, S. C., FRIDAY, AUGUST 17, 1894. NO. 37, LIFE IS NOT LONQ. Dear heart, life is not long: Bay thou thy word and sing thy sweetest song I Ere the dim night shall close, D4nk thou the light and pluck the love liest rose; And dream not of the sorrow and the wrong; Dear heart, life is not long! Dear heart, life is not long; And thick the thorns where all the roses throng! Sre the rose-day be past, Be thou a garden where shall bloom the last; Pray thou thy prayer, still sing thy sweet est song— Dear heart. Ufa THe' Coqspliac;. In his office at New Scotland Yard sat Inspector Murphy, chief of the “specials” told off to keep f watch over the anarchists. He was en grossed in the perusal of a large offi cial-looking document, when he was interrupted by the entrance of two of his principal subordinates, Detective- Sergeants Mulligan and Magee. They . hud come to inquire if he had any orders to give them before they left the “Yard” for the night. “Ah, boys,” said the inspector, looking up, “I was just going to send for you.” “More work, sir ? ” said Mulligan. “Aye, and hot work, too,” an swered the inspector, with a signifi cant shake of his head. “I have just received word from the French police that Lucien Miasme, Louis Hocho and Jean Lerat, who disap peared from Paris some weeks ago, are reported to bo in London.” “Miasme, Roche and Lerat,” re peated Mulligan, thoughtfully. “They are the fellows who were tried for that Notre Dame affair, aren't they ? ” “Yes, and who should have been hanged for it,” replied the inspector. “I was in Paris at the time, and at tended the trial. There was no doubt but they were guilty—they them selves hardly denied it—but the case was mismanaged, and the jury was scared for their own skins, and the end of it was that three most villain ous murderers were let loose on society again.” “It was a big business, that Notre Dame explosion,” said Magee. “Faith big enough for anything. The church was full of people— women and children chiefly—and scores of them were killed or injured. One family—the Comte de la Targe and his wife and two daughters—who were sitting just where the bomb ex ploded, were simply wiped out. I believe, at this moment, the only representative of the de la Targe family existing is the son, who at the time of the outrage, and now, too, for all I know, was serving with his regiment in Siam.” “If that son ever meets Miasme, Roche and Lerat there’ll be trouble I expect,” was Mulligan’s com ment. “Yes, it was reported In the French papers that when he heard of the result of the trial he swore he would have the blood of his mother's mur derers yet. I dare say, however, he soon cooled down. At any rate, he has made no move, and that's.seven months ago. fiut to business. The French police tell me that Miasme, Roche and Lerat are said to be here for the purpose of committing out rages in revenge for our surrendering that ruffian Marquis. They say, too, that they are well supplied with money, though where it comes from is a mystery. If that’s the case, the sooner we get on the track the better.” The inspector paused for a mo ment, and searched among the papers on his desk. Then he handed to the detectives several photographs. ‘-‘These,” he said, "are portraits of the three ruffians taken when they were in prison in Paris. Look at them well, and see that you don't forget the rascals’ faces.” The two detectives examined the photographs closely. An anxious and prolonged consultation followed. When it was ended midnight was far past. The two detectives left the “Yard” and turned down the dark and silent Embankment. The difficulties and responsibility of the task that night committed to them lay heavy on their minds. Neither of the men spoke as they walked slowly along, lost in anxious thought. Suddenly Mulligan stopped and caught Magee tightly by the arm. At the same instant there was a brilliant flash of reddish light about two hun dred yards in front of them. The next second a tremendous report al most deafened them. For a moment the two detectives were too dumbfounded to think or act. Mulligan, however,quickly pull ed himself together. “The anarchists, by heaven 1” he cried. “Come, Tom, we may catch the scoundrels yet.” Without an instant’s' hesitation the two men rushed off at breakneck speed along the Embankment toward the spot where the explosion had taken place. As they neared it tbey slackened their pace and kept a sharp lookout so that nothing might escape them in the darkness. A second later they observed a dark mass lying huddled up on the pavemeht. They ap proached the object warily. It was the body of a man. A moment’s ex amination showed them that he had been killed by the explosion. His right arm was blown simply to frag ments and his right side was a bleed ing mass of flesh and bones and clothes. He was quite dead. Detective-Sergeant Mulligan struck a light and examined the dead man's face. “The chief hero of the Notre Dame explosion has exploded himself; the Lord be praised I” Subsequent investigation confirmed the detective's theory. They left no doubt that the man killed that night was the redoubtable anarchist, Louis Roche, and that he had perished by the premature explosion of the bomb he was carrying while on his way to commit some diabolical outrage. What the oucrago intended was and how he became possessed of the bomb —which, from the fragments discov ered about the scene of the explosion experts pronounced to be of excellent ,workmanship—were not known for rn.lffi- its • AOme tlipe.. ^t-lensrth,. however, an- Atianta Constitution, other communication was received from the French police, which threw light on both these points and on many others besides. From the communication it ap peared that among anarchists in Paris it was said that the outrage intended was nothing less than the blowing'up of the houses of parliament, or, at any rate, of the Clock Tower. The bomb had been prepared by a person passing among the anarchists under the name—assumed, no doubt—of La Revanche. This person was reported to be a man of some wealth, and at the same time a skilled chemist, and he was devoting both his talent and his money to the cause of anarchism. He appeared to be known personally to few of the brethren—indeed, for purposes of safety, he mixed little with them, living in rooms in the West End of London, where he pre pared his bombs, and meeting pro fessed anarchists only from time to time in order to plan outrages and provide them with the means of carry ing them out. Miasme, Lerat and the late Roche were his especial in- -timates and his chosen instruments for effecting his malignant purposes —in fact, he had created some jeal ousy in anarchist circles by refusing to place confidence in any others than those. The communication concluded by stating that the misadventure by which Louis Roche had lost his life had not in the slightest degree dis couraged La Revanche and his as sociates, and that another attempt at outrage might be expected at any moment According to the rumors circulating among the militant an archists in Paris this would probably take the form of an explosion at Woolwich arsenal, or at some of the government dockyards. On receiving this communication Inspector Murphy had another con- sultatioh with his subordinates. “This,” said Magee, when the in spector had stated the effect of the French police’s communication, "this is a new development in an archism—the gentleman anarchist.” “Yes, and a very awkward one, too,” replied Mulligan. “We know nothing about their haunts and their appearances—but we know nothing about this La Revanche, except that he is a gentleman and lives in the West End, and is probably a French man. That’s too vague to help us much. We can’tshadow every French gentleman living in West London, and yet while he’s free there will bo no cessation of outrages. It's true he is said now to employ only Miasme and Lerat, but even if wo catch them he will soon get other desperadoes to take their places. He carries the sinews of war, and as long as he has money and a bomb manufactory wo shall have plenty of outrages.” "That’s quite true,” said Inspector Murphy. "The pressing question then is % how can we trap La Re vanche? 1 ’ “I was thinking,” said Mulligan, “that when we’re fortunate enough to trace Miasme aud Lerat, we should not arrest then—only shadow them. La Revanche must meet them some time or other, and when he does wo could shadow him until we discover where his bomb factory is, then we might catch the lot.” "A sensible plan,” answered the inspector. “But, no doubt, Miasme and Lerat meet others than La Re vanche. How could you tell which was which 1” “Well, probably, they don’t meet many gentlemen—French or other wise,” argued Mulligan,'“so we should shadow all the well-dressed people they speak to or have dealings with. At any rate, that seems to me the only chance of catching La Re vanche.” The inspector lay back in his chair and reflected. While he was doing so, a messenger entered the room and handed him a telegram. He tore the envelope and glanced at the mes sage. Then he whistled. “ByJovel” he exclaimed; “they are going it. Just listen !” Portsmouth, 11; 20 p. m. Explo sion In harbor. No injury to person or property. No trace of perpetrator of outrage. Send officer to investi gate. “What do you thihk of that?” “Looks like another bungle,” said Mulligan, quietly. “Faith it does,” answered the in spector, “but it may put us on the track of the rascals. Mulligan, start you by the first train and make searching inquiries.” Mulligan did start by the first train and did make searching inquiries. These inquiries resulted in a pretty certain opinion that, as he said when the telegram was received, there had been another bungle. He discovered that at Southsea a foreigner on the night of the explosion had hired a small rowing boat and that that boat had not been returned. He discov ered further that fragments of a row ing boat similar to the one hired had been picked up outside Portsmouth harbor. On showing to the owner of the missing boat the photographs of Miasme and Lerat, that person, after some hesitation, Identified Miasme as the foreigner who hired ths boat. From these facts Mulligan drew the conclusion that Miasme had made an attempt to blow up the dockyard or the shipping in Portsmouth harbor, and had perished by the premature explosion of the bomb. And this conclusion was shortly afterwards confirmed by advices from the French police. These were to the effect that among Paris anarchists it was stated that the dockyard was the object of attack, and that since thesattempt was mode Miasme had been missing. It was added that much dissatisfac tion existed regarding La Revanche and his skill as a bomb maker, but . that, as he alone among London an archists possessed funds^e' still con trived, in snite of‘his miceeSsive fail ures, to maintain his position. “And long may he,” was Inspector Murphy’s comment on reading this communication. “He’s doing more to suppress both anarchism and the anarchists than all the police in Eu rope put together. The best thing that could happen would be for him to go on blowing up his friends until they were all in fragments, and then for him to blow up himself.” Inspector Murphy had not very long to wait. Some three weeks after this conversation he received word of an attempted outrage at Hampton Court. The inhabitants of the palace were awakened about midnight by a tremendous explosion. The guard turned out, and, after considerable trouble, discovered thh dead body of a man in the gardens. Evidently he, like Roche and Miasme. had been “exploded” himself, »s Inspector Murphy called it, when attempting to blow up Hampton Court. On the inspector examining the dead man, he had no difficulty in identifying him ns the third of that terrible trio of desperadoes—Lerat. Every one of them had perished by the same means as they had used to murder the innocent congregation of Notre Dame. The detectives were still engaged in investigating the circumstances connected with this explosion when Inspector Murphy received a myster ious note. It ran as follows: All is discovered. Let La Revanche take care. He thinks he has escaped, having fled from London. But the arms of the brotherhood stretch far. Tell him—your agent-provocateur— that he is now in as great danger as he was in Belgrave road. The aveng ers o’ blood are after him. He shall perish.— Signed, Anarchist. “Hullo,” cried Inspector Murphy, when he had read his note; “the third failure has been too much for them, aud La Revanche is now to be blown up himself. More power to their elbow, I say.” “Belgrave road,” said Mulligan; “that’s where he hung out, appar ently. Surely with such a straight tip as that wc should be fools if we failed to lay hands on him.” “He has left it though,” said In spector Murphy. “I don’t know whether WB shouldn’t let him and his friends settle matters between them. It’s another case of trahison I —tru-hisonl 1- -a-hi-sonl f 1” But the inspector was only joking, and half an hour later he and Mulli gan were in Belgrave road searching for the lodgings of the missing M. La Revanche. They soon discovered them, .too, though the name he had passed under with his landlady was not La Revanche, but Montagnard. The lady gave a very particular de scription of him, and stated that the cab which took him away and his luggage and what he had left behind demonstrated his identity with La Revanche, It consisted of several uncharged bombs, a large bottle of sulphuric acid, and the materials for compounding an explosive powder of great strength. Evidently he had left in a hurry. To Mulligan was delegated the duty of tracing the missing man. The task was no easy one, and for more than a month his reports wore not altogether satisfactory. He had traced La Revanche to Paris, but there for a long time he completely )ost sight of him. One morning, just after Inspector Murphy had reached his office at the “Yard,” the door opened and in walkod Detective Sergeant Mulligan. Though entirely unexpected, he was received by his inspector without the slightest indication of surprise. "Well, what’s up now?” Murphy asked in his quietest manner. “Oh. I’ve finished the job. sir,” replied Mulligan. "Found La Revanche?" asked Mur- phy. Mulligan nodded his head. “Had him arrested ?” asked Mur- phy. Mulligan shook his head. “Failed to establish his identity?” asked Murphy, in a tone of disap pointment. “No, I had some trouble over that,” replied Mulligan; “but in the end he admitted it himself.” “Admitted it himself 1” cried the inspector. “And why did the French government refuse to arrest him?” “Because he’s the young Comte de la Targe whose father, mother and two sisters were murdered by Roche <& Co. at the Notre Dame explosion. The inspector looked steadily at his subordinate for a moment; then he whistled to relieve his feelings. “What are they going to do with him?” he then asked. "Decorate him and send him back to his regiment in Siam,” was the answer.—[London Truth. “I saw a very curious thing to day.” “What waj it?” “A woman driving a nail with a hammer instead of with the back of her best hair brush.” THE JOKER’S BUDGET. JESTS AND YARNS BY FUNNY MEN OF THE PRESS. CompensationFI»or*d--A Wife's Bright ldea--A Sghipethetio Strike --TheParlor Military--Eta., Eta. COMPKNBJLTIOX. Of dog days I do nit complain, The.heat I do not nijnd; 1 do not utter w< And am to all I try to be My temper And, oh, I ch * They’re, f# 1 profane, gned. yi at and gay, 0*i x i the way tihe Foie I —[Judge. floored; ‘•Yes,” said the young man, “ I believe the people are right when they say this summer has been the hottest ever known.” “Sho!” exclaimed the oldest in habitant. “ Well, It’s mighty hot, anyway,” pursued the youth. “My collar wilted yesterday two minutes after I put it on.” “Sho!” saidthe^pldest inhabitant. “ I’ve seen it so hot that the collar willed before you put it on at all.”— [New York Press. a wife’s bright idea. “John,” said the wife to the hus band, who was struggling,with busi ness difficulties, “ I think you would get along better if you could make people think you are doing well.” “ Ah,” exclaimed the husband, “but how can I make them think that?” “Just you rig me out in fine clothes and everybody will think you are making a fortune.”—[New York Press. A SYMPATHETIC STRIKE. “Children,” said Mr. Chugwater, emphatically, “close that piano 1” “ What’s the matter, father?” in quired one of thei two little girls in blue. “The matter,” he answered, lock ing the instrument and putting the key in his pocket, “is that the musi cians of the city have been called out, and you’re going to join that strike out of sympathy for the neighbors.”—[Chicago Tribune. THE PARLOR MILITARY. She (petulantly)—I don’t care if you are captain, you needn’t devote all your time to drilling your com pany. He—But, my dear, a captain is known by the company he keeps.— [Detroit Free Press. A COMPLIMEHT. Jack—I am coming to the conclu sion that I must be something of au idiot. May—Dear me. Why? Jack—I have noticed that the most idiotic fellows woo and win th& love liest girls, and here I am, after win ning the loveliest girl in the world. May—Oh, Jackl (Ecstatic silence.) —[Truth. INFALLIBLE EVIDENCE. “I am told,” said the caller, “that your husband is engaged in a work of profane history.” "Y'es,” replied the author’s wife, “it certainly p mnded that way when I heard him co’rectlng the proofs.” —[Washington is‘.ar. WHY HE DIDN’T WANT IT. Jones—I say, old man, have you a dollar you don’t want? Smith—Y'es, here It is. Take it. Jones—Awfully good of yo” old man. You are sure you don’t 'nt it? Smith—Yes, absolutely sure. It’s a counterfeit.—[Truth. SOMETIMES AN ADVANTAGE. “Isn’t it a nuisance to have treacherous memory?” “Not always. Some days ago my wife told me not to forget to call a veterinary physician for her poodle or it would die. I forgot.”—[Chica go Record. A WEE CONNOISSEUR. Aunty (finishing story)—And so Prince Goody-good married her and they lived happily AVer afterwards. Helen (thoughtfully)—Now tell us a true story, aunty?—[Judge. UNACCOMMODATING. Tramp—Will you give me a few cents? Gent—I never give anything to beggars. Tramp—You never give anything to beggars I Do you think I’m go ing to become a bloated bondholder just to accommodate you? If you do you are fooling yourself badly.—[Tex as Siftings. RAPIDITY. “Are these colors fast?” she asked of the new clerk. “Yes, indeed. You ought to see them when they once start to run.— [Washington Star. RESULT OF THE FAMINE. First Tramp—What’s the matter with sleeping in the coal-yafd to night? Second Tramp—You’se a fine one ter toiler. They ain’t bin no soft coal dere fer a week.—[Judge. HE OVERDID IT- The Man with the Big Valise.— How far is it to the Northwestern Railway Station? • The Cabman (with an eye to a profitable fare)—About two miles. The Man with the Big Valise (con' suiting watch)—Pshaw! Then I won’t be able to catch that train anyway. Guess I’ll ride over in a street car and catoh the next train after—[Chi cago Record. FOR HARMONIOUS EFFECTS. “Mamma is thinking of buying a dog." “Really 1 What kind?” “Oh, she’s not particular as long as It patches the carpets.”—[Boston Budget. a Lira* twitter. "I am all at sea over thU thing,” ho exclaimed, throwing i»'- 8 w° r * aside, “and am thoroughly Slo-T °* it.” “Seasick?” she twittered softly, and It gave him courage to try again.—[Detroit Free Press. ..FORCE OF HABIT. . .First Reporter—The city artSYOr doesn’t seem to be able to get away from the Habits ho acquired while itf' the patent medicine business. Second Reporter—No? First Reporter—Nop; he’s head ed up my description of the new penitentiary “A Cure for Felons.”— (Buffalo Courier. “it’s an ill wind.” The summer sun is firing The woods and all the streams. The pine tree is perspiring And hot the hill-top gleams. But the weather hath its pleasures In the North and in the South; For the hot sun strikes the melon And it’s molting in the mouth! —[Atlanta Constitution. THE WRONG DESTINATION. VCould this little poem got in to morrow?” “Don’t know; waste-basket pretty full, but we’ll try to make room for you 1”—[Atlanta Constitution. A MISLEADING SIGN. The sign in this city said simply: “Umbrellas Recovered.” Old Wayback, when he was “seein’ the sights,” discovered that sign. He hesitated a moment and then went in. -Said lie: “Say, I want yew to rccuver my umbrella.” “All right,” replied the workman, “where is it?” Old Wayback looked at him in as tonishment and drawled out: Ef I knew that I’d rRsuverher my self.”—[Printer’s Ink. MODEST. Wool—There is one thing I like about a dog. ’’ Van Pelt—What? Wool—He may have a good pedi gree, but he isn’t forever talking about it. 0 OF NO EARTHLY INTEREST. Professor—You do not appear to be much interested In the study of pre historic man. Miss Youngthing—Mercy, nol He’s dead. AN AGGRAVATED INSULT. Young Wife (at telephone)—Is that the office of the telephone com pany? I want to talk with Cyrus Winterbottom. I’m his wife, and— Telephone Girl—Number? Young Wife—Number? I’m his first and only, you insulting crea ture 1—[Chicago Tribune. PACIFYING HIM. "It is strange,” exclaimed the ir ritable man, “that I can’t got what I order to oat.” “What’s the matter?” asked his wife. “I ordered bluefish and the waiter brought mo black bass.” "Oh, well, I wouldn’t get angrjf Perhaps the poor fellow is color blind.’’—[Washington Star. MIGHT CONSIDER IT. Visitor—Well, Tommy, do you think you over will bo President of the United States? Tommy—Oh, I dunno. Mcbbe I’ll try for it after I git too old to be a pitcher.—[Indianapolis Journal. NO HARM DONE. Fond Mother—Why, Jane, you let the baby swallow that pin. Jane—Y'is, mum, but it was a safety pin.—[Truth. SERVICEABLE. “Don’t you think this spring chicken is excellent?” Boarder—Yes; I should think it wouklputwear even Russia leather.— [Cnicago Inter Ocean. Medicine tor Horses. Few people understand how to ad minister medicine properly to a horse. Even when well the animal wiH instantly reject any food of on unpleasant taste, and when sick, and consequently irritable, the difficulty leed Drinks and the Teeth. is greatly iWeased. The medicine must be given quietly and skilfully, or the thrashing about of the animal in its efforts at resistance will do more harm than the good effected by the drug. If the medicine is in a liquid form it may be administered by tying up the head of the horse as high as pos sible, putting np boards to prevent being struck by tbe fore feet, pouring the mixture from a bottle, and bold ing tbe' head -high until the horse is obliged to swallow. Tbe easiest method when the medi cine is to be given as a paste, which is oftentimes necessitated from the decided distaste which the horse has for the drag, refusing to cat it with the food—is to mix the medicine with bran, making a sticky mass that can be rolled into a ball. This may be wrapped in a small piece of tissue paper, so as to keep it from the ani mal’s tongue. The person administering should bare the right arm and stand in front of the horse, a little to the right, and with the loft hand take hold of the horse’s tongue, draw it gently from the mouth, placing it on that part of the lower jaw that is bare of teeth. It is a good precaution to place the tongue between the molar teeth to prevent the horse closing his mouth and biting the arm. The right hand holding the ball is now inserted in tbe horse’s mouth as shown in the accompanying cut, and the ball de posited at the root of the tongue. The right hand is then withdrawn, the tongue released, and a small hand ful of hay offered to the horse at once, the head being still held up. In the movement made to eat the hay he swallows the ball, and its course down the gullet may be seen by watch ing the side of the neck.—New York World. CHILDREN’S COLUMN. TEX BUEBLE-BXS. A bumble-bee, while buzzing round One pleasant summer's day. Game flitting o’er onr garden ground Where golden blossoms lay { With dainty tongue and busy wing From flower to flower went wandering. With drowsy hum in flower's bell, He sought his forage fair, He dived into its honey cell And rolled in sweetness then. A dewdrop served of drink instead, And there he dined on honey bread. —Youth’s Banner. THE STORY OF A OOIK. ’ • Tt is •«t<mibhing how many people believe the old story that Napoleon Bonaparte put a check for $20,000 in a silver five-franc piece, and that the coin is yet in circulation in France. They say that the people did not want the five-franc piece, and that in order to create a demand for silver money of that denomination, the em peror resorted to the device men tioned. The check,or treasury order, was written on asbestos paper aud made in the coin. It would bo interesting to know, if this story be true, how many fivo- franc pieces have been broken open since the story of the check was first circulated.—Atlanta Constitution. . AN OBANG-OUTANO S NESJ Tho nest of an orang-outang has been placed in tho natural history museum at Berlin, by Professor E. Salenka, and Professor Mobius lias discussed it in tho Berlin academy. Professor Salenka removed the nest himself from a tree in Borneo. Tho nest, which was situated about thirty feet from tho ground, in tho crotch of a tree forty-fivo feet high and about ono foot in diameter .ncas- nres four and one-half feet long, and ono to two and ono-half feet wide, by about seven inches high. It is made of twenty to twenty-five branches locked and twined together, and is largo enough for a fully grown orang to lie in it at full length, though this monkey probably always sleeps as it does in captivity, with legs drawn np^ land arms crossed over its body. The so-called nests of oraugs nro not skil lfully built huts or closed shelters for mew-born young, but simply sleeping- |)laces, as many careful observers of itheso monkeys in Borneo have estab lished.—New York Times. While that awful drill went whiz-z-z, aud the boss of the situa tion sardonically looked down, the speechless patient with the rubber dam under his teeth listened, between jumps, to tho philosophical rumb lings of tho ivory carver, and along about midnight recalled this much: “Do you know that filings come out, neuralgia is developed and teeth generally are badly injured by the use of iced water, iced tea and iced beverages of any kind?” Of course, the, man in the chair cheerfully grunted put as intelli gently as the other side to a dentist’s argument always does, and the tooth carpenter went on: “People will eat hot dishes and wash them down with iced drinks, and then wonder why their teeth can’t stand such a terrific and sud den change of temperature. It’s a marvel that the teeth do not crack completely with the alternate roast- in and freezing. Filled teeth are ex tremely sensitive to such action, and neuralgia frequently results. But until doomsday the unhealthful ice mixing will keep up.”—[Philadelphia Call. Tho number of possible voters In 1890 was 27.05 per cent, of tho popu lation. When the “Kid” Turned. Tho Dog—“I’ll frighten the life out of that kid. ” “Good gracious I’’ ‘WWer matter, doggy?"—tale. I TIIIS MOTHER CAN JUMP. This mother is as fond of jumping s ns the grasshopper is, and nature has ■ given her tho power to take long lleai >s and to got over tho ground fas-t- Si‘r that way than most animals do in ■rmiuiug. Sho takes sometimes thirty ■cot at a jump, which is pretty rapid ■locomotion, you see. j The kangaroo, for I sup, >se you | know what animal is referred to, can i walk, but it is an awkward walk at | best. Apparently it would be better to hop when hopping is so much easier, and no doubt the kangaroo thinks so. The tail of tho kangaroo is almost as good ns a fifth leg to her. Sho rests ( upon it in walking or jumping and uses it ns a weapon to strike animals ■Jthat attack her. The kangaroo is said to be ft sociable Inuimnl. It lives in the woods, in lords. But tho strangest thing about tho mother kangaroo is tho way she ’arranges her nursery. She does not construct a house in a cave or a hol low treo or in tho ground. Nature ihas provided her with a soft, furry bag on the under side of her body. So she carries her babies around with Uer everywhere sho goes. In this bag the babies stay until, at eight or nine mouths old, they havo grown strong enough to hop out a little and eat some nice, fresh grass while the mother is getting her own dinner. But even when it gets to bo a pretty big child tho baby kangaroo likes to creep back again sometimes to its cozy, warm nursery and take a nap. Aud while the babies are hopping about tho mother is very watchfijj. At tho slight est suspicion of danger she picks up her children, pops them into tho bag, aud off sho hops with them to a safer place. In Australia the giant kangaroos are hunted for food. They are very good to eat, and they often have occasion to hop as fust as they can to get out of tho way of hunters who are determined to have a good dinner of kangaroo meat. Sometimes they are caught in nets. Indeed, they are all sorts of ways of catching them.—Detroit Frec- Press. His Apprehension. First boy—You’re ’fraid to fierht. that’s what. Second boy—No I ain’t; bu fight you, my mother’ll lick mi "How will she find it out, oh “She’ll see the doctor goiu’ 1 Vo use.”—Good News. THIS PAGE CONTAINS FLAWS AND OTHER DEFECTS WHICH MAY APPEAR ON THE FILM.