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PLANTERS
LOAN AND
SAVINGS
BANK.
A?t?USti, GA. >
Paya Interest
on Deposit*. I
Accoants
?? Solicited.
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L. C. flajne,
President.
Chas, C. Howard,
Cashier.
VOL L.X?X- ", ,
?DGEF?ELD, S. C., WEDNESDAY, JANUABY 6, 1904.
mi NflTIONRL B?NK OF AUGUSTA
lu C. HAYNB, Pr*. X. Y. ?. 70RD, Cfta&ler.
Capital, $250,000.
Surplug
TJudivided Ptfflots
$125,000
Facilities of oar m*?Blncent Nev Wi h
leontalnlng 410 Saietr-Loek Boxet. Differ
m' Sizes Uti offered"to oar patron? mad
ike public ?t ts. ce io tlO-OOj>er ana Mt,
NO. 2,
One
sw/
HEX Mr. Bowser'nad finish
ed ~ Dre:t5?:isr' ?t?ie -'^olher
-ih?f uh?r !?i$^tUU .liai ?aisb, to
the ' bull' rack for iii?? "hat
ui?j,??t;put of the.-opuse in ufteeu sec
^^onil?. ?o Sirs, ?Bowscr's^u'iiirisje be sat
. 'down to Iii? cigar and 'seemed to bave
forgotten that it was a week day. She
waited for Ten inmutes and thou asked
l? lie was going to talco a day ol?.
"That's what I'm goiug io do." he re
plied. ? ii r
"Are ycu.goiug fishing or apythJbigV"
"No, ma'?iiu. I'm going to stay right
around the house and straighten things
out. There are t)Ujtea.uuinborof things
that ought to be* attended :to." t , '"
Mrs. Bowser didn't ??krwhiit-thinge
he meant, but awaited develi pmenta
MB. BOWSER TOOK HTlt.BX.TPE KAI'..
with*>? presejitinie^nt..that -the day
.would be made, lively nVft?^fifi o\vn pe?'
cu liar, style. She had not long to wait
for the b?giflning/.V?? i'-s
On^o? 'the^orkf?Ql art-ia MK BOW-^
.. st r'ssfront^yurd is ^stone 'dog iii. an at-"
tltade. ot ."reposed Th?'7i?tist "meant the.
dog fo repose? and~3lTe"?og hnd*aJ^?S?
beetf wf??hgi'FXut.the hoodies, passing
, by.had ?ther^ide&s..Que of ?heir favor--?'
" ?te -a.musen?eh't's" ?i "tb .niter'1 tho" yard
and' sfabd'ili? "dog1 nprighfcf OT whirl
- him .over on his back. In order to keep
peace in "tlie? fainily Mr^'Bowser and
the cook" thfrei stood -rea?y to t?h\ the
dog back ns often as he was r?rncd
over and said' nothing about--it - An
hour-after brenkfas.t.on tliis'.pnrticuiar
yCS?rixiug--iuix-? -. ha t^ygi? ? rs??!b??e> i w
*> along .and decided to stand tho dog^on
, bis head. They, did not reckon.'lipon'
anjthing_beyond a wave of the bro?r?
stick and ?. mihi protest from the cook,
and Mr. Bowker^0MdJ^m\eas'y>4>rey
when he suddenly rushed "QoAVn the
front steps and upoa them. He posed
them-in ten different ^ftuileR. tn?about
a minute- and a-hnlf* landi -When tii?y?
got out of the yard a -summer stock of
old' HiraW hats, burtons and homemade
k FEATHER DCSTER MAN WALKE]
auKpeiii?^ mingled, wlth'th? stonc'cfeg
to add "picturesqueness to- the scene.'^
Mr. Bowser had hardly got over pant
ing from his- exertions when thewgerrj
table man caUedr-one of ^tae. "twenty
vegetable men passing through the*
/ street dajly. J3e..:called from his wagon
? on the street" f ronf'the c?rbstohe, from^
the gate, from the basement window.
He announced that be had beets, pota
toes.^ onions,, radishes, cucumbers, as
paragus and beaus and that, the same
were of his own raising, and he stuck
to bis text for ten long minutes.
Then the basement door suddenly
opened,- and he was looking for the
cook to appear and buy out his whole
load when Mr. Bowser stepped forth
and began performing. He also caused
the vegetable man to perform. Beets,
potatoes, radishes and cucumbers
darkened the air, while asparagus,
onions and ! jeans covered the lawn and
told of a "bountiful harvest.
The vegetable man had been left an
orphan at an early age and had learn- j
ed to depend upon himself, but he was
caught in the flood and "swept off his ,
feet and rolled over and over until he
was clear of the yard. When he finally
. returned to consciousness he was seat- jj
ed on his wagon and was half a mile v
away and shouting "coal" Instead of
"vegetables." f >? j
t Mr. Bowser sat on the front steps
with the cat beside him when.-a tramp
who. was "working" the block espied
hi m.fro m across the strjeet and decided
that he had struck the* softest thing of
, the season. Coming across the street'
age (Juri?g 1 ?
?pbui?cii'Qg'o?
, ns
and leaning upon the gate be- pathet
ically .inquired: '
"Boss, eau you tell uie if a Christian
family lives here? By the^.Jpofce; of
?ttir?gs "they; ito but. i'm-.? apt-; su re and*
don't want to make any iiiu?e- mis?
takes." *""
Mr. Bowser bad no reply..
"If a Christian family "does. Hw
here," continued the^auip, as be part
ly opened the gato, ^t-non 1 want to say
that 1 haven't bad anything to eat for
two whole days, and I'm goiuj; to apply
for ?'erust-. of bread. If ..tinte are no
"crusts lying hroiiiU? I'll take a dime lu-'*
stead. I'm no hog,...to,want nil a fuiu
ily has got. How is it, boss ?"
"Boss" was still silent, but had that
tramp' be??'i? student, of character he.
would have "been wa flied by the twitch'.'
big. of Mr: Bowser's ears that the blood
.hadrreacbed the 'danger point.
'TH come in( boss, .and talk things,
. over with you,'.', he. said as he entered
the yard. <1t's'"riot my f???lt that I'm
down. I used to own the nicest mill
dam j?"?u-ever sa.w, but when the mill
da'ui Ir?sfg?t 'to going it froze"
?That' wns all he saicL'about the mill
dams. Mri Bowser .rose-'fij) and tackled
him and played horse' with him. and
when he -got out of the yard and
around thc cornet he didn't; have
breath, enough left to tell a policeman
wh?fher .i?yhad. peet?--run.- oyc-i'?byan
ice wagon or knocked sky~b";;? by" a
sewer explosion.
. The next caller was the iceman. His
wagon rattled up in ^J^ij^?lf^flj, and
he seized a cliunk>oft?'?-jitt'ii^yTy. bore,
it to the b&?^^:/^^tr'tt\i?:!ye?i??
"I-c-e!" at tlr^opt^ bte Voice: His ; ?ll
was still echoing among . ti|e?hbuse tops
when Mr. Bowser ?pped^S??fdre him:
and asked: : > : '- >'' *
" "How much dpe^that"chunk ^'eig"^?'"
-?.Twenty-fik? pounds, of course.";"f: r
don'tv&jfocve.'rt. I contracted With
you for tweiri^'ftTe' pottnds. dailyv bat 1
have .be?? ?j??fting ..^^bftufc f??teenV''-Tako
It out to the^?g'?n'and weig-h--itJi^
"Mrs. Bowser hasn't made no kick."
^vrl$^e['m\MttJjv;?.& '.' ..?.. *..
The ?hu'nk weighed n?net^en?^unds,
and after?ai Httie^-inratalvffgurin^? Mr.
Bowser observed:yyyjjU.";?.*..?"* '> .vj,
**"T. shall take ?;?onar^bi?^y?^-n?xt
bill for> sUot;.tiig?, and don't try''?any
more hocifspocus^heEe." , .
' The ii^t^ggjg^^KHi?^ hri^ be
looked -Slr;-Bonser. pv?T5tifd'-coi^??ed .
to make up ;the^stoyr^i^anil;.ta^e it
out of some widow's family. "' $
As the Iceman rattled away upon hi*'
frozen route*1 the ^grocery"-wagon arrive" '
fya .-~v*>a w ^roc^rar.' ooy -n e see n u ecr 'wi in ur- "
.basket *and"kicked the gate open. When. ?
be reached the basement door he at
tempted to kick that open also, and
when it resisted he turned in a . Are
alarm on -fte" bell and executed a war
dancev-while, waiting for .tbe eook to
open'it.
.'.When he was admitted he set up a
5FH!S*fe-ant%t^?>0:*>- pat'the girl on the
back, arid be was "asking her if she
eouldu't pass.him out a bottle of beer
-.'.t. ... .? .'. -.?"?? _; .
D UP .THE ??JR? IN' HICE! HOPES.
When Mr. Bowser took him by'the"ear
jynd led him outdoors to the s and
into the back end of his wago*
"What's t?ie matter?" aske<". boy,
as his ear was finally releast and the
tears came to his eyes.
V'You simply mistook my hquse^or a
factory. Don't do it again."
During the day an old clo* man called
and rang the front'door bell for five
minutes. Mr. Bowser simply threw him
Into the next yard. A popcorn man In
sisted that the cook call Mrs. Bowser
down to taste and to buy, and when
she had failed to discourage him Mr.
Bowser took him by the arm and led
him out of the gate and warned him of
the yawning chasm.
A German band got all ready to play
in front of the house and go on a col
lecting tour afterward, but Mr. Bowser
beckoned to the leader and held a whis
pered conference with him, and not a
toot was tooted. A feather duster man
?' walked up the yard in high hopes, but
dusted himself and his dusters out
again without making a sale, and a sil
ver polish man. went away saying that
'anybodyvwho threatened his life laid
himself liable to the law.
There were others, and all of them
mut Mr. Bowser and went away to re
member him for long weeks, and when
the day drew to a close and'he lighted
,a cigar and sat down to a well earned
rest he complacently said to Mrs. Bow
ser: ., .
"Well. I don'i think there are any
, niprc, and I will now rest up and enjoy
"myself." M. QUAD.
SRTISERJOB
)04. Do not s
.Bdg'ef?ielfi.
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} GEMS IN VERSE
The Ripening Years.
Zn spite of all that poets sing
About our childhood's happy hours
It seems to me thafc'ey'ry spring
Bringa greener fields and sweeter flow
ers. '."*.'.
The foliage "upon the trees
Seems greener as lt reappears;
There's something In the-very breezo
. That grows more sacred with the years.
??-...*; \
, Somehow with, each succeeding June
" New lusters come Into the sky; ?
Some subtle chgrd in nature's tune
T Bounds'sweeter as the years rolLby.
' -W. H. Wilson in Four Track News. .
Breaking the Icc. ?
We had some offish neighbors once that
moved In down the road;
We reckoned they was 'bout the proudest'
folks we'd eyer knowed, ,
.An' when we passed 'em now an' then we
held our heads up high - .
To make dead sure they couldn't snub us
if they was to try.
It really made m? nervous, so I jes'
. braced up one day
An' ,'tt?ought .I'd go aheatf an' .show my
*'u manners-'any way.
On * Sunday, 'stld o' turnln' round an' '
gazln' at the view, . :
I looked at them an' pays, "Hello!" An'
li? they^ays, "Howdy do!" . .
It wa'n't the cold a?T"?ormal greetin' that
ti - you've .sometimes heard;
They smiled; arf 'said lt hearty, like they
"*. meant it, every word.
It's- solemnf to" reflect on what we miss
"along jlfe's way
By not Jes"~beln" natural an' good humor
ed day;by*day.'
There's lots' o' folks who fling the simple
Joys- of life aside
Because they dread the shadow of their
j ':f gwn unconscious pride.
An' -nine times out o' ten you'll find?the
rile works, right a-n' true
"Jes* tell th? world' *He?i?!" an' it 'll an
swer VQo.wdy do!" . ; " - v
"j* "-1'-' ;' -Washington"Star.. .
' Mot Understood.
Not understood. We move along asunder;
. Our paths grow wider" os \ the seasons
creep.. V'-i/"!
Along tho.'years; we roarv?l and we won
..> der;-; ? ' '. ' .. . . .,
.?Why lile is life, and tfien we fall asleep-'
. - ' i Not understdbd..'
Not understood. We gather false Impres
sions 5-,' ?,<
yAnd h'ug'them closer i?sr U\p years go by
Till 'virtues ^bf ten-.-seem lo us transgres
slons, - . i.
And thus'men rise and fall and live and
; die^-'-' .. .....
Not understood. "
Not understood.. Poor souls with stunted
?. viSWrr* ?<.'
"Oft measure giants by their narrow
'. . 'fi?ug-e;.. ...?..";'.'.
The poisoned shafts of falsehood and de- I
ris?on
Are oft Impelled 'gainst those who mold
' the age
Not understood.
Not understood. The secret springs of ac
tion
Which lie beneath the surface and the
show /
Are disregarded. With self satisfaction
.Not understood. How trifles often change
us!
The thoughtless sentence or the fancied
slight . :. **..
Destroy long years of friendship and
estrange us,
And on our souls there falls a frew .ng
blight^-.-:;.
Not understood. ' - .
.Not understood. How many breasts aro
aching
For lack of sympathy! Ah, -day by day
How many, .cheerless, lonely hearts are
breaking!
How many noble spirits pass away
~V - Not understood!
O God, that men would.see a little clearer
Or Judge less harshly when they cannot
see! ? .
O God, that men would draw a little
nearer , .
To one another! They'd be nearer thee.
And understood.
On the Plains.
The sun sinks low.
The golden glow
Falls Blantlng o'er the tawny plain;
.' - . A gentle breeze
From faroff seas
Blows gently d'?r the Wagon train;
A mellow beauty softly reigns
'Tis aunset "on the western plains.
.. The twlukllng stars, .
. Through azure bars,
Look down upon the darkened plain;
1 The coyote's cry
And night wind's sigh
, Are blended In a long refrain;
' A mystic, wild enchantment reigns
'Tis midnight- on the .western plains.
. Long rays of light
*.' Dispel the .night
Aa slanting sunbeams span the plain;
. Wild flowers, fair
Perfume the air.
While westward wends the wagon train;
The god of day in glory reigns
'Tis sunrise on the western plains.
-Louis P. Callahan In Pittsburg Dis
patch.
i . -
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' _"'*. ' '."*. Ambition.
Ambition la a circle where men run.
Each hoping he the leading place may
find.
Each backward glance shov, 3 him tho
winning one;
Each forward look tells him he ls be
hind.
He quaffs betimes the red wine of suc
cess,
' And then aside he casts the empty
cup;
Another round^ and In his eagerness
That which he flung away he would
take up.
Ambition l9 a circle where men run,
Each fancying himself may hold the
lead
A race with prized guerdon never won,
Where no one ls contented with his
meed,
Where men go, striving ceaselessly the
round
And think at last their efforts are com
* ...plete., .. .
When, following, they he. the warning
?' sound
.The falling of a nearing ra -J's feet.
-W. D. Nesbit in Chicago Tribune.
What lt ls to Live.
To. grapple fate and fearlessly
Defy its stubborn, stern decree
Until, disarmed, the terror iles
Beneath our feet, recoils and dies;
To look beyond, content to walt
And dignify our low estate
By bending lower, e'er to seek
To help the fallen, lift the weak;
To take no backward step-to wit.
Be sure that each ascends a blt,
To love the best, the best to give
This ls the meaning solved, to live.
' -Boston Transcript
i OFFICE is vi
end your orde:
Lsf action guar
CEMENT STONES.
Any Farmer Can Make and Use TL en?
For Farming, l?ur pones.
Comparatively inexpensive machines
have boen produced which, when used
by even thc ordinary laborer, eau pro
duce cement stone of varying sizes at
a cost of 15 to (JO pe/ cent less than
kiln, run brick and in the east at th?
same cost as lumber. . -i.'
The stone eau be made to resemble
cut Stone, thus giving an added beauty
to-the building. Throe hundred pounds
of cement and one yard of gravel will
make about thirty-seven stones S by 10
I ny 20 at a cost of 10 cents each, $'13.70,
even estimating your labor at $1.50 per
day, which will take the pince of SOO
brick nt a cost of $S per thousand,
$0.40. Any farmer can make them. It
..costs less to lay these stones than.lt
does brick or stone. The inside of the
wall can bc- plastered with a thin coat
of cement, thus making the wall and
floor one unit, lt therefore must be ab
solutely air tight.
Cemeut stoues do not decay, will en
dure for generations, arc impervious to
moisture, arc cheaper than any other
building material save" lumber and,
taking into consideration their endur
ing qualities, are even ? cheaper than
lumber and cnn bc made by any ordi
nary farm laborer. The building does
not require painting, which is a saving
in original construction and mainte
nance. The lise of cement stone for
building purposes is no experiment, as
many large factories, power houses,
cold storage plants and residences have
been erected of cement stone. The dai
ry building at the Toronto Industrial
exposition, Toronto, is constructed of
Portland cement stone and is highly
recommended by the Canadian com
missioner of agriculture'. So says a
'Rural Now Yorker writer, who gives
further information as fellows:
The composition is usually six parts
sand and one part cement. Secure
good, sharp gravel, which contains a
small amount of sand. Do not screen.
Do not use sand or gravel that has any
surface* dirt, hardpan or clay or any
partiell'? of decayed wood or other for
eign substance.. Tor an economical
foundation wall thc byproducts of ?
stone quarry or even cinders or refuse
from mines may be used. This means,
a source of revenue where before the
disposal of this waste was an expense.
Place sixty shovelfuls-of sand and
gravel upon a platform, spreading it
out three or four inches thick, and
then spread 'over it 100 pounds of Port- .
land cement. Mix thoroughly by shov- .
eling to the center, making a ridge six I
or seveu feet long and two feet wide. '
liCILDINft STONES OE OF.OTNT.
Rake it down and shovel it as before,
and by handling it two or three times ?
lt will bc well mixed. If It does not '
show a good, oven color give it another
turn, for much depends upon getting
the cement evenly distributed. Hollow j
out the tup and put on water enough to
moisten it thoroughly. Thou shovel as
before, lt should have water enough
to give it the appearance of freshly
dug earth. The mixture 1% now ready
for the cement stone machine. There
are several machines upon the market, I
covered by different patents, operated j
by various devices, some molds which j
are hand tamped and others by pr?s
sure, makiug the blocks either hollow
or solid. Thc hollow blocks are - ad
vocated for the ventilation throughout
the entire wall, making it warmer in
winter an'", cooler in summer and re
ducing the cost' of manufacture.
Some face the stone with a mixture
of two parts sand and one part cement,
thus making an extra strong concrete,
greatly adding to the beauty and in
creasing the imperviousness to mois
ture. Samples of the stone are shown
in- the cut. The stoues are removed
from the niachiucs upon wooden pel
lets and placed in the shade and out
of the wind and allowed to cure. Each
doy they arc given all the water they
will hold. This is continued for ten or
fifteen days, when they pr? rendy for
use. "By various pigL ? they re
semble brown and other jue.
Storing Celery.
Dig up the celery stalks, leaving the
roots on. and stand them close together
in a uaiTow trench, tops just even with
the ground level. Gradually cover them
with boards, earth and manure. An-'
other way is to set them upright upon
the floor of a damp cellar or root
house, keeping the roots moist and the
. tops dry.
News and Notes.
The imparts of raw silk in the last
fiscal year were thc largest in the his
tory of tho government.
Potato storage requires a uniform
and cool temperature, with neither too
I much nor too little moisture.
; A "railroad gardener" is said to com
mand a salary all the way from $1,500
! to $5,000 a year.
I "Money in bananas" in Central Amer
lea is the report of a western man who
Is largely interested in plantations
there.
L. W. Lighty. a dalry authority, has?
found rye silage uusatisfactory-sour
j and moldy.
I Tho improvement of the soil should
be one of the chief aims of every
farmer.
J^J--ll I1 iHH IH "ll-I
3ry grateful fo
rs off to help 1
antee d.
CARPENTERS IN INDIA.
l"|ey Are Curries? About Measure?
monts, Tool? and Time.
he chief faults of the Indian car
piter are his neglect of accurate
in iisuroment, his carelessness with re
g? (1 td the efficiency, of his tools and
bl j lack of perception of the value of
ti le ns a factor in the execution of
w jk. He has also to be taught to oc
ci {r his mind witb the work in hand
ai^is much as possible to exclude
.ker subjects:
'or example, the making of a Jack
p] ne involves the choice of the wood,
cc iSiderations as.to size, the angle of
?t? blade and its cutting edge, the
wdge and its holding power, the ban
di iand finally the operation of plan
In*; All these operations are capable
ol Very simple explanation, and this
ejitcise provokes au emulation among
sticfents while exercising their reasou
lu gowers. No Indian workman buys
a 1?ib?e, He buys the blade and makes
thwrest, but he rarely makes it well.
Hcjtiuys a saw blade and makes the
handle, and, generally speaking, he
sj irids the smallest possible sum on his
01 it in spite of the extra labor the
eoiioiny Involves. He must therefore
batkught to make as many labor sav
in*iools as possible and to make them
witt He has to be taught the use and
renpr of a grindstone and how to
mo)ht lt In wood without metal fit
ting. The hard, tough woods so com
mon in India make this an easy mat
ter^ The Indian bas yet lo be taught
tb?} grinding and whetting are two
district operations, the first removing
OOSper cent of the metal and the sec
onii,producing the cutting edge in a
feufstrokes. His saw is In such bad
ordir that he cuts tenons, as a rule,
will a mallet and chisel, and his igno
ran? of gauges renders him unable to
male even twenty art'cles exactly
alifc?. He rarely knows what size of
nail or screw to use on a given job.
HB screw is always too small.-Cas
sierfe Magazine.
I'nofflclnl Criticism.
Mr. Hogg-What d'ye do with these
pictures when you've finished 'em?
The Artist-Then I hang them up In
my room.
Mr. Hogg-Gad, you must have a
deuce of a roomful!
Where She Drew the Line.
He had been reading to his wife-she
had auburn hair and a ready tongue-a
lot of hot weather advice. As he re
peated the various- items that were said
to be conducive to personal comfort
with the thermometer at 90v3he nodded
her. head approvingly.
"That'd all right," she said.
Then he looked back at the paper
and added, ''Good temper is also a
gTeat factor in hot weather happiness."
"What idiotic nonsense!" she cried
and would hear no wore.- Cleveland
Plain Dealer.
Acute Vision ot Birds.
! Birds have very acute vision-per
haps the most acute of any creature
and the sense is almost more widely
diffused over the retina than ls t?e case
with man; consequently a bird can see
objects' sideways as well as in front of
it. A bird sees-showing great uneasi
ness in consequence-a hawk long be
fore lt ls visible to man. So, too, fowls
and pigeons find minute scraps of food,
distinguishing them from what appear
to us exactly similar pieces of earth
or gravel. Youn.r chickens are also
able to find their own food, knowing
Its position and how distant it is aa
soon as they are batched, whereas a
child only very gradually learns either
to see or to understand the distance of
an object. Several birds-apparently
the young of all those that nest on the
: ground-can see quite well directly
i they come oiit of the shell, but the
young of birds that nest in trees or on
rocks are born blind and have to be
fed.-Chambers' Journal.
I
President For a. Day.
David R. Atchison of Missouri had
the unique honor of being president of
the United States for one day, and thal
was Sunday, March 4, 1S-10. Theuern]
of James K. Polk expired on the morn
ing of that day, but, as it was Sunday
thc president elect, General Zacharj
Taylor, was not inaugurated until nexl
day, March 5. In.consequence the pres
ident pro tem. "of the United State.?
senate, D. R. Atchison, was the actinj
president on March 4, 1S49. However
he bad presided at a night session ol
the senate, which lasted until awa*
after midnight of Saturday, and h<
slept nearly all day Sunday, withou
realizing the fact that he was pres!
dent of the United States.
Lisrht Lunch and Munie.
A country girl in Dubliu went into i
restaurant for ber lunch. She wa
asked if she would have a meat (linne
or "light lunch and music.1' Bein)
curious, she chose the light lunch am
music and was Immediately shown int
a room where other inquisitive person
were eating soup aud listening to i
spirited if not satisfying perforrnanc
upon the jcwsiiarp by one of the wall
ers. She felt at the end of the men
that she had paid high for curiositj
but she could make no complaint
r past favors
Duild other to1
Wild Animals In Cmxivlfy.
"Are wild animals happy in captiv
ity?" said the keeper of the zoological
gardens, in answer to a questlcn asked
by a visitor. "Well, at first thought lt
may sound strange, hut they are hap
py, and some of them are very, very
; happy.
"It. seems to be the general opinion
that when the liberty of an animal
! used to a free life In the wild woods ls
I taken away the animal will pine away
and die. That's a pretty bit of sentir
I ment, -but apparently it's all wrong.
I You would naturally think that a wild
animal In captivity would become dan
! gerous, but such Is not the case,
j "Take the monkeys, fo'r^ Instance.
: They look veryxunhappy, don't they?
j Why, those little Imps play from morn
i lng till night, aud they're as cheerful
? as larks, excepting when they are ill.
; Go In the bird house and listen to the
j songs, the chirps arid trills, then look
around for au unhappy bird. Watch
i the bears play and the leopards and
j other members of the cat tribe roll
j over each other like little children on
: a nursery floor."-Philadelphia Tress.
The Strnin on the Eye.
There is no reason why a muscle or
muscles of the eye should not be fag
ged out just as the muscles elsewhere
do. Let one bear a weight all day long,
does he not attribute his consequent
headache to the heavy burden he has
borne? It seems without elaborate
thinking we could conceive of the re
sults following upon prolonged use of
the eye. Nature has done all she could
to protect and prolong the usefulness
of tlie eye. No earthly architect ever
yet planned a structure that would not
yield, crumble and fall, and the house
human, so exquisitely uplifted in curi
ous and mysterious ways, falls and re
turns to dust more rapidly aud surely
than need be, for the reason that we do
not realize how much one part is sus
tained or overthrown by another. One
tiny muscle ls potent enough to disturb
the whole economy, especially if inter
current diseases exist in addition to
"eye strain."
Thc Drag Habit.
Men of tnleut and brilliance whose
mental products have pleased and as
tonished the world and women around
whose fascination and charm has re
volved many a distinguished social cir
cle have fallen alike victims to this
insidious ii nd degrading habit. The
false idea tlwt better and more original
work can be done by means of such an
unnatural stimulus has been the ruin
of'many noble characters. Whether it
be cocaine, morphia, antipyrine, phe
nacetin-the shameful list grows al
most daily-the fact remains that the
highest mental and moral principles
of the drug habitue are slowly under
mined and dragged down to the dust.
-,T.1IA J,, xe^ppsiU?g i os of the medical
able, while tbo.^.l-Av'.-J:^-r^~r.-?.
chemist are ha rd fy less.-London Medi
cal Press.
On thc Menu.'
"What have you in the larder?" ask
ed the cannibal king of his chef.
"Not so much today, your elevated
ness," explained the chef. "Nothing
, except a printer and an actor."
"Oh, well, fix them up some way."
The chef bowed several times and
j rubbed his hands together,
j "What are you waiting for?" asked
? the cannibal kiug.
j "Would your serenely altitudiuous
excellency deign to suggest some meth
od of preparing the two persons-some
new dish, for instance, that would be
pleasant to your royal palate?"
"Don't go to any bother. Just put
the printer In the pl and the actor in
the supe."
And the court jester stepped up and
resigned.-Judge.
An Anecdote of Ben Wnde.
In the early winter of 18G1 bluff Ben
Wade, the Ohio senator, is credited
with saying, "When Chief Justice Ta
ney was ill I used to pray daily and
earnestly that his life might be pre
served until the Inauguration of Pres
ident Lincoln, who would appoint a
Republican chief justice, but when I
saw how complete his recoreiy was
and how his life was prolonged I be
?;an to fear that I had overdone the
business!"-L, E. Chlttenden's "Person
al Reminiscences."
Big Undertakings.
"Talk about big jobs," said the cheer
ful idlot/while trying to look serious.
"Well," said the victim wearily.
"Wheeling West Virglnin may be
some and Lansing. Michigan may be
rather a big surgical undertaking, but
Flushing Long Island Isn't such a tiny
little sanitary stunt."-Baltimore Amer
ican.
Unfortunate.
Moneybags-How did your banquet
go off, Banklurk?
B.mklurk-Not ns well as lt might,
yon know. The toastmaster called on
a gentleman who had lost an arm and
a icg to answer to the toast "Our Ab
sent Members."-New Yorker.
Political Economy.
"Children," asked the school com
mitteeman, "what Is political econ
omy?"
"Political economy," answered the
precocious son of the district boss, "is
getting men to vote for you as cheap as
you can."-Green Bag.
Hardened.
Pretty Niece-Uncle Henry, I think
every old bachelor ought to bo taxed
at least .SHOO a year.
Bachelor Uncle-Well, Myrtle, that
would be cheaper than marrying.-Chi
naco Tribune.
Willie's Bedtime.
Willie-Pa. if a war ship ls called
"she" why isn't it a woman-? :-war?
Vi Father-It's your bedtime, Willie.
I Boston Post. _
and solicits a c
wm TH?? At
NEW SHORT STORIES
How a Great Sons Wa? Made.
Bizet, the famous composer of "Car
men," and Halevy,' his librettist, had a
warm argument over the original score
of the toreador song. When Bizet sub
mitted it to Ha levy's judgment the lat
ter remarked that it was good-too
good, in fact.
"It's BO good," he continued, "that it
will never be popular. The public
won't comprehend it. You ought to
put more snap and swing into It, and
then 3-ou will get your encores."
"Great heavens!" retorted the piqued
Bizet. "Do you want me to write for the
slums?" And he went out of the room
in a huff. Thinking over his associ
ate's advice, however, he concluded to
try the effect of revision and so
changed the score that it bore but little'
resemblance to its original estate.
"Listen to this," he said later, re
turning to Halevy's apartment. "Here
is my toreador Idea written down to
your popular level."
Halevy after listening to it warmly
approved of the new score, and the
song was given as we now have it It
was the great success of the first night,
while the rest of the opera failed for a
time to command popular favor.-Chi
cago Inter Ocean.
Arthur Wai Timid.
Chester Allan Arthur was probably
the most timid of all the presidents In
the presence of newspaper men
To one newspaper man Mr. Arthur
once made a most particular exhibition
of what the journalist was> always puz
zled to define, saying that it may have
been personal vanity and it may have
been real kind heartedness. The corre
spondent was walking up Pennsylvania
avenue with his son, a Uttl? shaver not
more than five or six years old. Catch
ing the child under the arms, the digni
fied chief magistrate swung him to his
shoulder and held him there for a mo
ment. Before releasing him the presi
dent kissed the child on the cheek. As
he swung him down to the pavement
Mr. Aurthur said:
"When you are an old man you can
say ' that the president of the United
States gave you a ride his shoulder
and kissed you before he set you
down!"
It Didn't Peace the Walter.
Henry Ward Beecher was amused
when he went into a Bowery restau
rant on one occasion and b*ard the
walter give such orders to the cook as
"Ham and," "Sinkers and cow," etc.
"Watch me feaze that waiter with an
order which I believe he won't abbre
"POACHED EGOS ON TOAST FOB TWO."
viate,"' remarked Beecher at length as
the walter approached. Then he Bald,
"Give us poached eggs on toast for two,
with the yolks broken."
But the waiter, who was equal to the
emergency, walked to the end of the
room and yelled: "Adam and Eve on a
raft. Wreck'em."
It ls related that Mr. Beecher nearly
fainted.-Detroit Free Pr^ss.
One He Couldn't Read.
During these days of post office in
vestigation a story ls told of a post
master down in Virginia. A young
man from New York went to one of
the little places in the old otate to visit
a relative and, having occasion to
write, secured a postal card.
"You had better not write anything
private on that card," remarked his
sister. "The old cobbler who ls post
master here reads every card."
But the young man was writing to a
chum, and they had been studying
shorthand together, BO he put bis mes
sage in pot hooks, curves and dashes
and mailed it He had not got far from
the office when the old cobbler rushed
after him, shouting:
"Here, you! Here, you! I can't read
what you've written on this card!"
Cardinal Vavffhan's Taet.
The late Cardinal Vaughan of Eng
land had an irresistible tact that made
him well liked in Protestant circles.
His good taste in avoiding religious
disputations of any kind when in soci
ety was one element of his acceptable
ness. His brilliancy of conversation
was another. On one occasion the
i Duke of Devonshire invited him, with
a score of others, to dinner on Friday,
' quit? forgetting the 'significance of the
day to Vaughan, but the cardinal put
in an appearance and so completely,
' engaged the attention of thc3e who sat
near him by his flow of wit and elo
quence that they did not note until the
banquet was over that he- had not
touched cither food or drink.-New
York Mall and Express.
fl-- I
?ontinuance of
>VERTISER \
j GEMS IN VERSE
Epitaph.
The field where men for little trophies vi?,
The hollow acclamation lightly won.
Allured him not; he laved the quiet skr.
Wide spaces and the ^iniveraal sun.
His spirit, native to the mountain air.
Stumbled through marshy valleys dows
to death;
Broken In frame, he smiled to cheat de
spair
And strove to sing with thia, lmped?d
breath.
He Hes beneath; In life he vainly Jrled
To breathe large notes .upon ? nute too
slim. ;'?
Unuttered raptures filled him till hc'dUd.
Pray for his. soul; his songs ar? dwad
with him.
-J. E. Barton In Saturday Review.
As lt Often Happens.
Cooped in his tenth floor office. Mr. Brows
Watched the welcome rain come down.
He saw across the eky
The jagged streaks of lightning fly. ;.
He stood and wondered
At the way lt thundered,
And joy lit up his brow.
"My lawn," he chirped, "will get a
drenching now
My sickly little lawn, the wont
In Dreary hurst!
The dust ls laid, thank heaven! In their
beds
Thc flowers will raise their drooping
heads ? .
As If to offer their thanksgiving.
And life once more will be worth living."
Still it poured.
And still the thunder roared.
Forth in the drenching shower * '.*
At his customary hour s
Fared Mr. Brown.
Umbrellaless, the wettest man tn. town.
But cheerful; he was homeward bound.
He caught his train, and In due time ho
found
That, though he'd left the city all a-slop,
In Drearyhurst lt hadn't rained a drop.!
-Chicago Tribune.
The Old Mus-cat-a-tack,
Tou may talk about y er Wabash an'-'yer
M las I DB i new aw;
Tou may blow up the Ohio till you 'par*
alyze yer Jaw; , , '
Tou may sing about yer Brandywine an' '
golly bu s tin' Blue, v >.
Ter Maumee an' Big Sugar an' Tip-over
a-canoe; .?
Tou may preach about an' screech about
yer lazy Kankakee,
But there's not a single one of t' tm that's
good enuff fur me.
If you want to see a river that's a whoop
in' crackerjack.
Jist you tako a double header fur th?
old Mus-cat-a-tack.
Rooster in the corncrib, peacock on th?
gate, r *
An' a chap fm Buzzard Glory li a spark
in' Sister Kate.
The box ls full of kln'lln', an' the bucket's
full of coal;
The pancake's on the griddle, an' tba
sugar In the bowL
The backlog's in the corner, the tobeck?*'?
In the pipe.
An' they got my city cousin In th? woods
a-huntln' snipe.
The cellar's full of apples, an' th? fod
der's In the rack;
Tou kin bet lt's jolly livia' on th?-old
Mus-cat-a-tack._
1 _r . ?_v.-- tho wheels a-hummin' In th?
little- yaller mill;
I kin see the WP ter drlppln' in the holler
sugar troff;
I kin hear the gals a-laffln' as they com?
to "sugar off;" ' i.
I kin see my father stan'in' there a-lcanin'
on the hoe;
I kin hear my mother Bingln' as sh? used
to long ago; .: <
As soon as I kin git a chane? you'll st?
me make a track fi
Fur the water beech an' wlilers on th? old
Mus-cat-a-tack.
-Charles Asbury Robinson in Indianapo
lis News. _
Slumber Song.
Over the waves of a Bilvery sea
A bonny wee cradle comes sailing to rn?;
Sailing alone without captain or crew,
Bearing one passenger-baby, dear, you. .
Love's precious chain that you wind round
my heart .
Nothing can sever;
Tour little life ls of my life a part
Now and forever.
How came you here along Slum ber Land
Stream?
Did the muon guide with its silvery beam
Or did you know I was walting alone,
Walting to love and to shelter my ownT
Resting at last with the lull ot th? ??a' '
Baby ls sleeping. .
.While the good angel who brought you
. to me
Safe watch is keeping.
Baby's long journey ls over and past;
Close to my heart you ar? anchored .at
last; s v
Tender and warm as a dear little dov?.
Conscious not even of mother's fond love;
Tossing no more on a billowy crest.
Turning and shifting.
Scie in my anns I will hush you to rest;
Cradle, cease drifting.
-"Evelyn Simms in New Orleans Tunes
Democrat. _
I WI I ! Go Out
X will go out Into cool woodland places,
Among old forest trees .
That have heard many pray'rs, seen many
faces
Of men, and meet the breeze
And sun and rain and dwell awhile
with these.
There are calm spirits in the trees and
mountaina
To those with eyes to see
The old wood sods Ur? yet; forest? ?nd
fountains "
Tleld them security. <
Ii I stay silent they will speak with rsa.
Perfumed with pray'rs, I shall espy them
stealing
Across the dim lit lawn
Ere evening's torch be raised or when
revealing
Another day newborn
The wind talks with the mountains. In
the dawn.
I will go out Into cool woodland places
With open heart and ears
And be a child again, running swift races
With backward reaching years
And laugh again and know God's gift of
tears. ,
-H B. Babcock in Loudon Outlook.
August Gardens.
There is no summer garden close
Where August hath not blest the sod.
Tolled mid the lily and the rose
And at the twilight walked with God.
The paths whereon the waysides bloom
She holds as sacred and as dear.
And, passing through, she whispers low.
"My Lord the Gardener ls here."
-Frank Walcott Hutt in New Orleans
Times-Democrat.
Be not with honor's gilded balts beguiled
Nor think ambition wiso because 'tis
brave;
For, though we like it, as a forward child.
'Tis so unsound her cradle ls her grave.
-Da venant'
your patron
vorks for the"
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