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ISSIJSD TWIOB-A-WBEK?WBDNB8IDAY AND SATURDAY. t. x. gbist & sons, publishers. [ % ^amitg Uetrapaper: 4or ft? {promotion of the {political, gonial, gtgricultuijal anil <Eommeqciat Interests of the fSouth. {TERMstii?lencopyearacent?anc^ VOLTJME 43. YORKYILLE, 8. C., SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 11, 1897. NUMBER 73. EXILEDfl BY WILLIAM 311 Copyright, 1897, by the Wool fall Publishing C Synopsis of Pevious Installments. In order that new readers of The Enquirer may begin with the following installment of this story, and understand it just the same as though they had read it all from the beginning, we here give a v synopsis of that portion of it which hps already been published: Chapter I.?Vladimir Saradoff, a Russian being heir to the fortune of his nephew, Maurice Hammond, an American, in case of his nephew's death, conspires to have him sent to Russia in order to get him in his power. II.?Hammond and his friend Philip Dan vers arrive at St. Petersburg, and Saradoff lays plans to have them arrested as conspirators against the government. Ill and IV.?Katn* mond at a review saves the life of Colonel Jaroslav. Proceeding to Moscow, they are arrested and sent to Siberia. On the way the boat on which they travel catches fire, and they, with two other convicts, escape in a skiff. V, VI and VII.? Hammond and Dan vers pursue their way with the two other prisoners, who attack an approaching wagon. Hammond and Danvers defend an officer in the wagon. , A troop of Cossacks appears and recapture* all the nrisoners. The officer tells the Americans that they will probably be shot, but in view of their services to him he will do all he can for them. VIII, IX and X.?They are sentenced to be shot. h The sentence is commuted to imprisonment at Kara, but a riot in which they are involved results in their being put to work in the uiiues of Kara. Xt, XII, XIII and XIV.?At the mines Captain Daroman attempts to kiss Lora Melikoff and Hammond knocks him down. Daroman orders him to be shot. Lora saves him and Daroman discovers that she is the daughter of Colonel Melikolf. Lora furnishes Hammond with tools and a plan of escape. XV, XVI, XVII.and XVIII.Haminond, Danvers and Platoff escape and work their way up the river Kara, reaching a cave to which Lora has directed them. CHAPTER XIX A DISPUTE WITH WOLVES. Platoff'a outcry gave the boys a severe fright When they turned around, the Russian was striding toward a dark object a few yards away. "It was a foolish thing to shout so loudly," be said. "I forgot the echo. * It was done before I had time to think. But see, I have made a fortunate discovery." Hurrying to the spot, the boys were anmriooH tn'.finH half n rinzpn whpplhar rows deepiy imbedded in the snow. "A year ago or more mining operations were begun beyond this ridge," said Platoff, "so one of the convicts informed me. These wheelbarrows were either forgotten or purposely abandoned, and now they will do us a good turn." "In what way?" asked Maurice. For answer Platoff pointed to the long slope of frozen snow. "Time is precious," he said, "and to make our way down that slippery incline would be a difficult task. By taking these wheelbarrows apart we can go to the bottom of the valley in two or three minutes. The risk will be slight, for no trees or rocks can be seen." With 6ome difficulty the clumsy barrows were torn loose from the frozen snow, and the shallow wooden beds de* tached from the wheels. Platoff chose a good position on the brow of the hill and fixed himself as comfortably as possible in the strange sled., "Don't start until I am 100 yards down," be said to the boys. "If there is danger ahead, I will shout, and you ? can alter your course." Ho pushed him 6elf gently off and went skimming down the hill at prodigious speed. "Now, there, off we go!" said Maurice. "Hold tight, Phil, and don't be scared." He slipped over the crest and plunged downward. For a moment the clumsy box grated over the icy crust; then it went off with a rush that took Maurice's breath away, aud his remembrauce of what followed was always of the dimmest nature. Frighteued by the terrific speed aud the stiugiug force of the wind, he clung to the sides with ail his might. Hissing like a buzzsaw, the sled whizzed down the first couplo of slopes; then with a succession of heavy bumps it shot over a ridge and entered upon a longer and steeper incline. With a rush like a skyrocket it covered this half mile stretch and then leaped into the air. Maurico cried aloud as he felt himself falling and clutched the sled all the tighter. A crash?a crack?a blinding shower of snow?and then he knew that the ride had ended. Overhead ho saw the stars shining, and struggling through the masses of light, powdery snow that enveloped him he gained the edge of the crust and climbed into the open air none the worse for his adventure save a slight sensation of dizziness. A dark figure was visible some distance away, and an instant later he was clasnins? hands with Platoff. "Phil?whero is Phil?" he demanded anxiously. Platoff made 110 reply, and together they ran over the crust. A black hole yawned before them, aud leaning over the brink Platoff inserted his arm and helped out the missing boy. Phil opened his eyes and theu his mouth. "Well, that beats all the toboggan slides ever I saw!" he said, looking up at the hills behind him with such a comical ex ? pression that his companions laughed. "Thank. Jieaven we are sufe!" said ) SIBERIA. JRRAY GRAYDON. 0. Platoff. "That was a perilous trip. "| And be pointed to the sharp cliff 20 feet above them over which the sleds had plunged. '"All's well that ends well,' " replied Maurice. "I wonder if we lost anything on the way." Nothing was missing, however, and, after a brief rest, all were ready for the start. A succession of slight hills and raunes now separated the party from the river. "Somewhere below us lies the post road," said Platoff. "It will not be safe to approach any nearer. We must keep back aloug the edge of the valley. Our ride down hill has given us a big start. We can gain a safe hiding place before daylight." The journey was resumed in single file, Platoff assuming the lead, and for hours they traveled over slippery ridges and through dark, thickly wooded hollows. The cold was intense, but they moved at too rapid a pace to suffer from it At the first appearance of dawn Platoff cast his eyes ubout for a hiding place, and finally chose a deep, secluded valley with a forest of spruce and fir on all sides. They slept at intervals during the day, and in spite of the risk a fire was kept up and fed with branches from the trees. One of the party remained constantly on guard. At night Ko "innmop mBo rpunntpd nver the hard crust. For nearly two weeks the weather remained pretty mnch the same, and the fugitives made satisfactory progress. They kept far back from the river, and although they frequently saw wolves at a distance and heard them bowling among the hills the brutes made no attempt to molest them. No signs of pursuit were eucuuntered, and with each night's journey tbey felt more hopeful of ultimate escape. It was now early in the month of March?a whole year since the boys had first crossed the Russian frontier. Their main sufferings had been from oold, but they were cheered by the hope of warmer weather. In a mouth or more, Platoff said, spring would come, and their discomforts would then be over. By great economy the supply of provisions had been made to last, but now, in the beginning of the third week of their flight, barely enough food was left to last them two days, and the future outlook was durk. The day had been spent in hiding at the foot of a rocky hill. Water was close by?a mountain spring that was too cold and rapid to freeze. At sunset Platoff shared with the boys a scant supper of bread and dried meat. "Tomorrow," he said, "we must obtain food in some way. If we do not succeed in shootiug any deer, extreme measures will be necessary. I shall endeavor to find a village and buy provisions." "Are there people living near here?" asked Maurice. "Ob, yes," replied Platoff; "Siberian towns are scattered all along the posting route, nt distant intervals, of course. We have seen nothing of them because we have kept far back in the forest. It may not be necessary, though, to take any such risks. Who knows what a d*y may bring with it?" Platoff spoke thus hopefully to encourage the boys. In his own heart the prospect was gloomy enough, and therefore what happened in the course of the nest few hours was all the greater a surprise. They traveled rapidly that night, covering mile after mile of forest laud and hearing constantly the howling of wolves in different directions. The accounts of the ferocity of Siberian wolves, however, are greatly exaggerated. It is seldom that they attack men, and Uie government sleighs that traverse tne post road have never been molested. "Hereafter," said Platoff, "I think we will 6leep at night and travel in the daytime. The risk will be little greater, and we can make much better speed." "That will bo splendid," said Maurice. "It always makes me weary to hear the wolves howling." "They are more than usually noisy tonight," replied Platoff, "and they will become more dangerous as we near DUG x-acinc. II) UUyiJgllb WiV,y iuid uku courage and are cowards." They traveled ou in silence for a time. Suddenly Platoff halted and raised his hand. Far off in the forest a great tumult was heard. It swelled in volume each moment, until tho boys could distinguish the howling of wolves and the scurrying of feet over the snow. At intervals a branch cracked sharply above tho din. "They are coming this way," said Phil. "What shall wo do? Where shall we go?" "Hush. Don't be alarmed," exclaimed Platoff. "Stay just where you are. " Motioning tho boys back, he crept forward to tho brink of the ravine, which they had been about to cross Down this hollow the wolves were evi deutly coming, and their furious outcries had a significance for Platoff which the inexperienced boys failed to understand. Ho drew out his revolver and examined it carefully. Then turuin? to Maurice he called out guardedly, ''Get your weapon ready?Be on the safe side, yon know." The wolves were close at hand, and as Platoff crept a yard or two farther down the ravine a deer broke into view through the sprnce thicket and dashed swiftly past him. The poor animal was nearly exhausted and ran with difficulty. Taking a quick aim at the shadowy figure Platoff pulled trigger. As the report echoed through the ravine the deer was seen to fall, but it rose again quickly and sped on in flight. That brief delay was fatal. With wild howls half a dozen wolves burst from the forest, and overhauling the fugitive in half a dozen leaps bore it still struggling to the cround not 20 vards from where Platoff stood. The boys, hearing the outcry and not knowing what was taking place, were inclined to run, but Platoff turned around, bis face aglow with triumph, and shouted: "Follow me now. We can easily drive off this handful of wolves." Then he vanished down the ravine, pistol in band. Maurice cocked his revolver and followed, shouting to Phil, who was armed only with a knife, to keep in the rear. He reached the bottom of the gully almost at Platoff'B side, and his hasty glimpse of the struggle made plain the Russian's eagerness for the conflict. The first glimmer of dawn shed a dim light on the scene, and the gray forms of the wolves outlined against the snowy whiteness of the ground afforded a fine opportunity for aim. The struggles of the wounded deer were over, and his assailants were swarming over its body, tearing the flesh with such ferocious baste that the approach of Platoff and Maurice waR unheeded. "We must have that meat," whispered Platoff. "It will keep us for weeks." And raising his revolver he aimed at the nearest wolf, a huge, gaunt brute, who toppled over simultaneously with the report. At the same instant Maurice fired, but unfortunately made a miss, and the rem lining wolves, angered at this interruption to their feast, sprang in a body at the daring intruders. Crack, crack, went Platoff's revolver, and down went the foremost animal, staining the snow a dark crimson. His second shot crippled another, who retreated with a monrnfnl howl. Maurice, who remained admirably cool under this trying ordeal, killed a third by oarefnl shooting, and the remaining uninjured brntes, two in namber, very wisely retreated np the slope. The wounded wolf had crawled away under cover. "Hurrah 1 We've done it," cried Maurice with pardonable glee, and as he spoke a loud outcry was heard from Phil, who had remained on top of the slope. Platoff was off like a streak, with Maurice at his heels, and, gaining the ridge, they were horrified to see the lad struggling with one of the fugitive wolves. The crust had broken, and both were floundering about in the soft snow beneath. Platoff reached the spot in a couple of leaps, and, actually seizing the brute by the throat, lifted him up and flung him a yard or two away. He reached for his revolver, but it was missing, and, snatching the knife from Phil, who was now rising unsteadily to his feet, he turned just in time to meet the rabid animal's attack. The wolf was not a large one, but what be lacked in size he made up in ferocity, and for a moment Platoff's position was one of extremest peril. The brute landed on his breast, and for a second or two he tottered. Then, recovering himself, he clutched the woolly throat in one hand and with the other struck repeatedly with the knife. The muscular blows went home, * rt*?i.. 1 j me Drute s enuris reiaieu, auu uunu he went on the blood stained snow, a limp and lifeless heap. Platoff coolly wiped the blood from his bands and examined the scratches on his arms and breast. "I'm not hurt," he said in answer to the boys' euger inquiries. "The marks are only skin deep. I dropped my revolver somewhere or I would have settled him without all this fuss." "You saved my life," exclaimed Phil. "In a moment more his teeth would havo been in my throat. The brute sprang on me from that thicket there, and when we fell the crust broke. That is what kept me from being bitten. I don't believe I'm hurt at all, except for my clothes." And be pointed to the front of bis coat, all ripped and hanging in tatters. Platoff disdained all praise and strode off to look for his lost revolver. It was found half way down the slope, where he had dropped it while running to Phil's assistance. It was now nearly daylight, and Platoff started at once to cut up the deer. It was a long and difficult task with but one knife, and a dull one at that, but an hour after sunrise the choice parts of the meat had been removed and packed for carriage. "Now," said Platoff, "wemust leave here. It is just possible that our shots reuched somebody's ears, and it will be a wise proceeding to put some miles between us and this spot." TORK CONTINUED. How to Soften Wet Shoes. As soon as you can remove the wet shoes do so and nib them well with a soft rag to get some of the dampness out and to take off all the mud Then rub thom with a cloth saturated with kerosene. Get as much of the oil into them as possible and then fill them as full of dry oats as you can and set them aside for a few hours, when apply another coating of kerosene. The stiffness will have disappeared. grtisccllancous Reading. THE PEABODY FUND. One of the Most Wisely Bestowed Benefactions Iu History. When George Peabody 30 years ago put in trust $2,000,000 to be spent in furthering education in the United States, be made undoubtedly the wisest provision for the public good that any similar benefactor ever made. President Gilman, chairman of the I 1 ? ? J * V?/v kiaf ami* nn/1 ma UUttlU, 9C19 JU1 tU LUC UJOWI.J OUU IC" suits of this great fuD<l in The Atlantic. In the first place he used uncommon wisdom in selecting the board of trustees. Although the war had but recently ended and men were violently divided in their opinions, be was broad enough to select alike men from the north and men from the south. He was wise enough not to restrict their action, but to allow them to apply the money to education as they pleased, expressing simply bis conviction that it would serve the best purpose by stimulating educational work that was already begun instead of founding new institutions. Three presidents of the United States, two chief justices of the supreme court and a number of other most eminent men have felt it an honor to serve on this board. It has been proved, therefore, that the highest possible service can be secured for a public end without pecuniary consideration if tbe aim be large and high. The income from this $2,000,000 was to be devoted as the trustees saw fit for 30 years, and at the end of 30 years they were themselves to decide whether they should continue longer to distribute this income or whether the principal also should be applied to education and the trust wound up. Tbe trustees have recently unanimously concluded to continue the payment of the income. During these 30 years $2,400,000 has been sDent in furthering education, chiefly in the southern states, and it is a modest estimate of the results to say that a complete revolution has been brought about. Less than 30 years ago 25 per cent, of the whites in 12 southern states were illiterate, and now only 16 per cent. Thirty years ago 87 per cent, of the blacks were illiterate, and now only 62 per cent. In Virginia in 1870 there were only 51,000 pupils in the public schools ; now there are 356,000. These are specimens of the results that have been brought about more by reason of this great donation than from any other single cause. A result of another sort has followed Mr. Peabody's wise action, for Mr. John F. Slater's donation of $1,000,000 to the education of the freedmen was directly suggested by it. These two great benefactions for public education are believed to be without precedent or parallel in the history of the use of great fortunes for the public good. They have become historic as evidences of the breadth of American philanthropy. Once a year, when the board of trustees of the Peabody fund meets, following the suggestion of the founder, they dine together. At the conclusion of the dinner, in a most proper and solemn manner, the chairman proposes as a sentiment the memory of the founder, which the company drinks in silence.?President D. C. Gilman, Johns Hopkius University, in Atlantic. HORSES OF ARABIA. Each Animal Broken to It* Owner'* Hand. An Exciting Race. The Hanaardi and Nephaarta Arabs are famous horse breeders and take great pride in their studs. These horses are, I think, the best "Arabs" I have seen and far from being thegazel ii-A?'Pho,, leiiKe creatures usuuny ucjjivicw. ? are strongly built, large boned animals of from 15 to lo? hands high. I have seen one of 101 Hands, but this is unusual. Their immense neck and shoulders make them appear perhaps a little light behind, but they have plenty of staying power, aud their length of hock is an earnest of the speed they undoubtedly possess. Parties from these tribes are constantly roaming the deserts of Syria and Mesopotamia in search of good brood mares, and I have heard of as much as 1,000 guineas being paid for one. And a good brood mare is never parted with or ridden. I remember seeing a bunch of Nephaarta horses brought in for the inspection of an emissary of the khedive who wished to purchase a pair for his highness. There were some 20 or 25 of the most beautiful colts possible, with the exception of one rather weedy looking beast. As soon as Sheik Mansour saw it he shouted : "Take it away and give it to the first man you meet. I will not own that as a Xepbaarta horse." The khedive's agents eventually selected two, for which I saw him pay ?500 Egyptian. Eutire Arab horses are always rather diPicult to ride at first, though after a few (lays, when horse ana naer nave became reconciled, they are docile enough aud easily trained. Each man has virtually to break his horse to his own hand, and should another mount an apparently quiet beast lie would have to do the work all over again. It seems to be a tacit understanding between horse and rider that their joint career begins with a struggle for the mastery. To a visitor like myself, whose mounts must constantly he changing, the prospect is suflicieutly alarming. One's early days in an Arab camp are frequently days of pain and tribulation as one slowly recovers from a bout with a half savage stallion. Though they eventually become quiet aud obedient to their masters' hand, great care must be observed when riding in company not to allow one's horse to approach within kicking distance of another, or disastrous results follow. The horses are always ready for a fight and deceitfully appear to be on their best behavior immediately before an outbreak. I was riding one day with a small party of Samana Arabs when two men carelessly approached too close. I called out to them to sheer off a little, but before they could respond a general melee was in progress, and almost instantly mv ImpsA hart ifa t.aath in thfi neck of one of theirs, while the other was killed by a kick which burst its stomach. Fortunately we all escaped with a few bruises, though the riders do not always get off so easily. When riding at full gallop, however, the attention of the horses is concentrated upon the race, and the men may ride as close together as they like, but care must be taken to wheel apart as the pace slackens. Nothing can exceed the intoxication of a race in the desert. Choosing a stretch of level sand, you give your horse the signal to go, and he is off with a spring that almost unseats you. Aud I have seen an instance where the sudden strain burst the girths and left man and saddle in the dust, while the horse was 100 yards away before the discomfited rider realized what bad happened. The speed that these horses attain is very great, and their reach forward is prodigious, as I found on one occasion when my horse's hind hoof cut the heel clean off my boot. After a gallop, instead of breaking into a canter and then into a trot before stopping, they simply put their fore feet together and stop dead, their impetus frequently causing them to oaimnol imrrlc T tin/larafonH thflf. OIIUC CV IVlUi JT ctlUOl S, UUMV* wkMwv. VMM. it is on this account that Arab horses are shod on the fore feet only.?"In the Desert With the Bedouins," by R. Talbot Kelly, in Century. TUG BLOODHOUND. A Gentle, Faithful Animal and a Fine Watchdog. Probably no species of the dog family is so little understood as the bloodbound. , While many traits are held by dogs in common, the bloodhound alone can perform the duties of a detective police by bis scent. It is doubtless true that the finest specimens of this remarkable dog are to be found in England, as they are thought to excel all others in swiftness, spirit and endurance. A well formed bloodhound is usually about two feet high, with regular limbs, round feet of a moderate size, a wide breast, deep chest, a broad back and bushy tail. The bead is rather small than otherwise, and the proper color a reddish tan. In the old wars between England and Scotland?the days of Wallace and of Bruce?these dogs were much used. It is said that Bruce was repeatedly tracked by bloodhounds, and only escaped on one occasion by wading the distance of a bow shot down a brook, thus breaking the scent. A sure way to stop a dog was to spill blood on his track. Wallace, with 16 followers, was once hotly pursued by the English with bloodhounds. One of bis men refusing to go farther, Wallace in anger struck off his head. The dogs came up and stopped where the bleeding body had fallen, and Wallace thus escaped capture. The scent of these animals is very keen. As a recorded instance it is stated that their unerring instinct was once tested by allowing a man an hour's start, when, after a chase of 1J hours, the hound ran up to a tree where the man was, 15 miles distant from the place of starting. The Cuban bloodhound is very ferocious. We are told that in the year 1795, when an insurrection was fiercely raging in Jamaica, 100 of these dogs were sent from Havauna to quell it, and so terrific was their action at the souud of a gun that the maroons, or fugitive slaves, against whom they were to act, capitulated at once. While we shudder at these stories let us not forget that the natural disposition of these dogs is very gentle; that they are faithful and attached to their masters, making excellent watch dogs and never showing the ferocity of their nature unless irritated. To man, then, we must attribute all the sorrows which these dogs have occasioned and learn that the brute is only a brute when his lowest passions are brought out and exercised. A Boston Dog.?Even a dog from Boston is worth more than dogs trom elsewhere. In truth, a canine of genuine Boston birth and bringing up has lately brought a higher price than a man would have done in the old days of slavery. "The noted blue ribbon Boston terrier Squanto" of the Squanto kennels was lately sold to a Philadelphia lawyer for $2,000. It took a Philadelphia lawyer to fully discern Squanto's merits. We are informed by an enthusiastic reporter that this interesting $2,000 dog has "an even blaze and collaralso that he is "light brindle in color, handsomely ticked." It must have been the ticking of him that so tickled the fancy of the Philadelphia lawyer. Or was it his eyes, which are "very large and expressive and as round as a silver dollar?" They ought to be fully as large as a silver dollar, too, according to the price, which was the largest ever paid for an American bred dog. But this was a Boston bred dog, which constitutes all the difference. To most people Squanto would not be worth that money. To most he would be just a plain dog. They would not give 10 cents for him, even though his tail has "two twists in less than two inches of length." It is just bis Boston culture and manners that give him his fictitious value. An Example of Thrift.?Guy, the founder of Guy's hospital in London, was as parsimonious in private life as be was munificent in public. John Hopkins, one of his cotempora? ...u_ _:~i inr. nea, wuD woo uitbuouicu t uhuiu Hopkins," on account of bis rapacious mode of acquiring bis immense wealth, on one occasion paid a visit to Guy, who, on Hopkins entering the room, lighted a farthing candle. Hopkins, being asked ' he reason of his visit, said : "I have been told that you, sir, are better versed in the prudent and necessary art of saving than any man living,'and I tbcrfore wait on you for a lesson in frugality. I have always regarded myself as an adept in this matter, but J am told you excel me." "Oh," replied Guy, "if that is all you come to talk about, we can discuss the matter in the dark ;" and thereupon he blew out the candle. Hopkins acknowledged that he had met his superior in thrift. Why Ice Water Is Injurious.? The reason why so many physicians object to the drinking of water during mealtime is that Americans, as a rule, drink ice water. The temperature of the stomach is from 98 degrees to 100 degrees F. After a meal it should be from 99 degrees to 102 degrees, and if a person is exercising it sometimes will run up to 103 degrees. Now, this temperature is necessary to carry on digestion in a perfectly healthful way. Constant drinking of ice water during the meal or an ice at the close of the meal will reduce the temperature of the stomach sometimes to 95 degrees, which would stop digestion and sooner or later render one a confirmed dyspeptic. Water of an ordinary temperature is not so objectionable. In fact, it would be better to take a swallow - J J 2 iUA 01 water now anu meu uunug tue meal provided the water is cool, not iced. Foods that are slightly diluted are more easily digested than those which are concentrated and dry.? Mrs. Rorer in Ladies' Home Journal. The Origin of "Yankee Doodle." "Yankee Doodle" is claimed by many nations. It was known in England as "Nankee Doodle" in the time of Charles I. The Hollanders bad an old song to this air called "Yanker Dudel." It is said to be also an old French vintage song, a native Hungarian air, and the ancient music of the sword dance of the Biscayans. In June, 1755, Dr. Richard Schuckburgb, regimentul surgeon under General Braddock, thought to play a joke on the ragged, tattered continentals by palming off the "Nankee Doodle" of the time of Cromwell upon the colonial soldiers as the latest martial music. It at once became popular, but a quarter of a century later the joke seemed turned when the continental bands played this same "Yankee Doodle" as Lord Cornwallis marched out after surrendering his army, his sword and the English colonies in America to the Yankees.? Ladies' Home Journal. Stop My Paper.?After you get angry stop your paper, just poke your finger into water, pull it out, and look at the hole. Then you will know how sadly you are missed. A man who thinks a paper canuot thrive without his support, ought to go off and stay awhile. When he comes back, half his friends will not know he has gone and the other half will not care, while the world at large kept no account of his movements. You will find things you cannot endorse in every paper. The "Book of Books" is often very plain and hits some hard 1 * 'r ? ? ? ?? ??? Aot muh anrl raps, uut 11 yvj\* ncic iv ^vu luuu mwm burn your Bible, the hundreds of presses would still go on printing it. So when you stop your paper and call the editor names, the paper will still be published, and what is more, you will read it on the sly.?Cycle. The Bitten Dog Barks the Loudest.?A newspaper which constantly abuses its local contemporaries, says the Eaton Rapids Herald, is a weakling without influence. The fact that it constantly assails a rival is proof of jealousy, which is generally caused by the success of the assailed. If any one seeks the standing of a newspaper he has only to see if it is in the category of assailant or assailed. If in the former it has few readers and seeks by constant barking at its successful rival to get itself into notice. The newspaper?the paper that people like to read?has very little space to devote to the abuse of rival concerns. It uses its columns for news; all there is that is worth printing. fti? .tnrt hart hpen ehasincr his W J. UW UV^ "M? ? w own tail for a quarter of an hour. "Papa," quoth Willie, "what kind of a dog ia that?" "A watch dog, my son," responded the parent. Willie pondered a moment. "Well," he finally observed, "from the length of time it taks him to wind himself up, I think he must be a Waterbury watch dog."