Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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SLEEPING AND WAKING. She said to herself-'twas a girl ranging pleas ance and lawn, Her eyes sudden bright at sweet fancies because she was young. And in singing heard many an echo of strains never sung And saw past dim eve dewy rose fires of dawn upon dawn. She said to herself of awhile: "Pity 'tis to be sleeping, Since slumber brings afc&iow and silence, though softly it fall. What are dreams? Ne'er an hour of my day would 1 change for them all." Fox how could she know her delight lay in on? dream's keeping? She will say to herself-an old woman Just creeping about, Half, adrowse as the flies be that stir in a win try sun, With* the singing not heard any more, and the good days all done, "And joy from her heart, and the light from her eyes ebbed out She will say to herself of awhile: "Pity 'tis to bc waking, For weary this clamorous world to the lonely and old. Better dream, so a wraith of their lost they may Ooapny behold." For what could she tell of the dream beyond slumber's breaking? Yet one ft her days, wies they darken bereft of a gleam, 111 omened with hauntings cf fear by the last hope forsaken, ]f the old, old woman shou'd sleep, and the girl should awaken, 'Where desire of all hearts dwclleth deep in a dream of the dream! -Jane Barlow ic Athenaeum. -f CARLO'S OATM How the Truth Came to Light < Throagh a Scratched Face. > ;T.-v^...^-....T....:T,.-'V ."...?.-..?...... The old priest of Isola Rossa, stand ing at his door In the cool of the even ing, saw Joseph Serafino stamp furi ously across the square. Efe smiled and called over his shoulder to the crone who waited on him to get out a Dottle of Cap Corse wine from the cup board, for Joseph carried his gun slung across his shoulders. As Joseph drew nearer, however, the priest's smile changed into a frown, and he or dered the woman to go down into the ' cellar and fetch up a bottle of an older vintage, for there were scratches upon Joseph's face. Serafino's wife v/as something of a shrew, as the priest was well aware, ?ince at times her tongue wore out her husband's patience, and he would sling his gun across his shoulders, stuff his pockets with cartridges and hurry to Father Andrea's house in the square, vowing that he would put up with this dog's life no longer. The conversation which followed was of so invariable a kind and ended in so invariable a re sult that the priest could anticipate it ' with a smile. Serafino would call the earth, the heaven above the earth and the waters under the earth to witness that he had done with houses and streets and his fellow men; that hence forth he would live alone among the .chestnut forests of Mount Padro, where no women's tongues clattered and all the world was stilt When Serafino was tired of talking, the priest "would persuade him to drink a last, bottle of' wine before he went And; after the bottle was finished, the old man would propose one last genie of piquet, which Joseph was allowed to win, and after the game of piquet Joseph was led gently home. Tonight, however, there were scratch es upon Serafino's face, and so Father Andrea ordered his best white wine, which had lain 20 years in bottle, and thanked the pope he was himself a celibate. A scratched face was a new thing even in Serafino's experience, and the priest wondered whether the . conversation tonight might not have a different end. His wonder was jus tified in the event "An) I mayor of Isola Rossa?" cried Serafino. "Were my grandfathers cor porals of Corsica? Was I taught at the College of Ajaccio? Did I practice as an advocate before I inherited my lands? And shall I endure aa eternal click-clack of abuse and-look, father! -a woman's finger nails?" Serafino walked about the room, tug ' ging with both hands at his great beard. Except for the remark about the finger nails the harangue was familiar' enough, and the priest with a soothing word or two uncorked his bottle of wine. But Serafino waved his hand. "No, father; I will not stay tonight," and he turned to the window ?nd gaz ed upward to the olive slopes above the village and above the olive slopes to the thickets of arbutus and myrtle on the mountain sides. "It has lain 20 years in the bottle, my son. It comes from Luri," said the priest as he poured out the wine, holding the bottle high above the glass es so that the splash might sink into Serafino's soul. But again Serafino waved the wine aside. "No> father; I am going. Tonight I .sleep up there. I leave my lands to my wife, but I will see no more of her." This, too, was familiar to the priest, who replied: "But you swore an oath, my son, to your wife, and will you break it for a few cross words and a slap of the hand? N*? good comes of breaking oaths." And, since Serafino remained -Silent, he thought of an instance. "Carlo Giammarchi broke his oath," lie said, "and see what came of it. He perished miserably ten years ago, and to this day his memory lies under re proach." r Then Serafino swung round from the . window. "Giammarchi kept his oath," he said quietly. "My son," the old man answered, in an accent of reproach, "you were with me when he swore it. Have you for gotten the little but on Monte Cinerag gia, the man stretched on a few branches for a bed, and the oath he swore to me, that if he recovered he would never again lift hand or weapon against a fellow man?" "I have not forgotten. Giammarchi kept that oath." The priest tapped gently with his fingers on the table for a little. Then, as gently, he said: "That is not right, my son. Carlo <>iammarchi was your friend, I know, but it ls not right on that account to deny the truth. Giammarchi shot An gelo through the back." "Who shall prove that?" asked Sera fino bluntly. The priest sat down- in a chair and proceeueu io argue with serafino, soft, persistent voice, as though were talking to an obstinate child. was not altogether displeased at S lino's stubbornness, since, in the a ment, Seraliuo's wife seemed likel be forgotten. "The two men were found dead v the hillside," he said. "Both were ? in the back. Angelo was a genda and is excused by his duty, thouj do not say he should not rather 1 tried-to capture Giammarchi. It evident, however, that Giamma was escaping. A few yards would h brought him into the safety of woods, and so Angelo shot him." Serafino nodded his head, agreein? far. "But Angelo was shot too. He J was shot in the back. Therefore was turning away down the hillside join his fellows. Giammarchi can c have been wounded and shot Anj before he died." "Who shall prove that?" again as Serafino. "There was no witness, it is tn said the priest, "but there needs nc for an exploded cartridge was in barrel of Ginmmarchi's rifle. It is pr enough." Serafino looked for a long while the priest. "But what if there was a witnes he said slowly. Then he turned ag to the window and exclaimed ruptly, "Angelo Montalti died a dc death as he deserved, and Carlo Gie marchi kept the oath he swore." After he had spoken there was lenee. The old priest's object had all events been secured, for both rx had clean forgotten Serafino's wi Joseph stared out of the window. 1 priest stared at the wine in his glas At last the priest spoke timidly: "I do not understand, my son." Serafino made no movement, but ? swered In a musing voice as he loot out up to the mountains and the n qui of trees and shrubs which cloth the mountain flanks. "Why should I not tell you? For t years Giammarchi's memory has l? under this reproach, and he-was i friend. As for myself, I would just soon live among the hills." He called the priest to his side ai pointed across the square to the lar house at the corner. "There Carlo Giammarchi lived years ago. Twenty years ago-it w just such another summer evening this, father-I was at supper with Ca lo in that house, when the news w: brought that old Montalti, Angele father, had stabbed Giammarchi's s< in a tavern at Calvi. Carlo leaned h head on his hands and said not a si gie word. Carlo was 50; I only 25, so kept silence too. After awhile Car got up very softly from his chair ar took his rifle. Then as softly- he wei out of the house and took the road t past Belgodere to the Col Colomban where two days afterward he fell 1 with Montalti and shot him throug the lungs. Carlo took refuge in tl maqui about Mount Padro and so li ed securely for the next ten year Montait!, however, left behind him sister of nis own age and a son, Ai gelo, who was 14 years old when hi father died. Have you not seen then father, walking together by the sei among the orange trees, among th olives, the sister always talking, th boy listening? Angelo learned but on lesson during those ten years whil Gario Giammarchi lay hid on Moue Padro, and that lesson, that he mus avenge his father. Not that I blam Montaltl's. sister," he added simply "She only did her duty." "Joseph," cried old Father Andres lifting his hands in expostulation, "d you say that?" Serafino laughed. "Yes, even I. Say that my bloo< claims me in the end. I am no French man. I hate them, like any other Corsi can, for all my fine schooling at Ajac cio. Look, father, at the gendarmi there: lounging on the bench before th< Inn! I could dash my fists in his fae< with the greatest good will. Angeli turned gendarme. That's why he de served a dog's death, not because h< killed Carlo. Besides, he was a cur,' and Serafino told the rest of his story The old priest listened with a frowning face until Serafino stopped. "And you have hidden this for ter years?" he said severely. "I make it known now," said Sera fino, and at that the old man's severity softened into sadness. "True, my son," he said. "It must be made known now," and, with a sigh, he fetched a sheet of paper and his inkpot and set them before Serafino. "Write," he said. Serafino took the pen and wrote, and this is what he wrote: On the 18th day of March ten years ago, the night being wild and stormy, Carlo Giammarchi came down from Mount Padro to Isola Rossa and sup ped with me, as be had often done be fore. He left my house an hour before dawn. The next afternoon a boy stop ped me at my door and, asking wheth er I was Joseph Serafino, thrust a let ter into my hand and ran off. The let ter, written by a friend of Giam marchi, informed me that Giammarchi had been shot at daybreak four miles from the town. He now lay at death's door and in sore need of a priest. I was entreated, therefore, to bring a priest with me and come to a certain spot among the vineyards after sun down. This I did and, bringing Fa ther Andrea with me, was met by the man who wrote the letter. He led us to a little hut in a thicket of shrub by oak trees, where we found Carlo stretched upon a mattress of boughs and, as it seemed, at his last breath. Father Andrea, however, refused him absolution uutil he should swear that if by any chance he got well of his wound he would never again lift hand or weapon against a fellow man. For awhile Carlo was obdurate. "It was Angelo Montalti who shot me," he said. "He knew I was with Serafino and lay in wait. If I get well, and let him go, the very children will sing the rimbecco as I pass." "You weigh your soul against a rim becco'i" asked the priest, and he plead ed with Carlo until the outlaw took the oath. "But God send I die," he added, and turned his face to the wall. Yet Carlo did not die, and as soon as he could be moved his friends carried him to a little village remote among the hills, and there tended him. Mean while Angelo Montai to, believing thal, now he had killed Giammarchi, crossed to France, and, thinking to make a for tune, most deservedly lost what he had. A year later he came back penni less to Isola Rossa, and, hearing that Carlo was still alive, eniisteu ?is a K?* darme, being thus privileged to ki Carlo and suffer no disability himself However, he had to find Giammare first, and there was but one man i Isola Rossa "who could show him tl way, and that man was the least di posed of all to help him, for Car Giammarchi was my. friend. Ho\ ever, I did show Angelo the way, for was my habit to visit Giammarchi i the village where he lay, still wea from his wound, and Angelo set spi( to follow me. On my last visit I foun to my surprise that the village was di serted, except for a few women an children. "There is a festa in the next han let," Carlo explained. "But it is unllk< ly the gendarmes will on this one da come here to search for me." But even while he spoke a chil came running up the hillside, cryin that the gendarmes were coming, snatched up my rifle. Carlo picked u his, but with a certain hesitation, a though his oath weighed upon him. "I must needs live in the forest," h said, and we hurried out of the cottag and up the slope behind the villag* We had only climbed 200 yards wire Carlo's breath failed him. "I can go no farther," Le said, an dropped to the ground. I sprang on t a hillock and looked downward. Hal a mile below I could see the shouIJe belts and rifles flashing among th junipers like so many mirrors, am then 1 heard a shout. It seemed t come from much nearer-from the ver; borders of the village. I looked tba way and saw a gendarme standing ii front of a cottage. I remembered hi shadow on the white plaster of th? wall. He held his rifle to his cheek and the next moment I saw the smok' and heard the singing of a bullet ; yard above my head. I jumped off th< hillock and lifted Carlo. Half dragging half pushing him, I got him up to : narrow patch of albatro which stretch ed across the slope. The strip t>f shrub bery was dense, and leaving Carlo 01 the edge of it I pushed inward to dis cover thc safest hiding place. But ] had not moved more than ten paces before I heard a startled exclamatior behind me. I turned around. Carle was holding the twigs apart and peer lng down the slope. All fatigue hac faded from his face; his very beare seemed alert. I ran back and looked over his shoulder. One gendarme wat running up the slope, his body doubled forward. It was Angelo Montalti. He made a mark to tempt a saint, and my fingers Itched for a shot al him. Carlo loaded his rifle. Twice he raised it to his shoulder, twice he lowered lt. Then he sprang through the thicket and out upon the opposite side. From the border of the shrub bery an open incline rose to the great forest If Carlo could cross the open space, he would be safe. I advanced Immediately to Montalti. "Where's Giammarchi ?* he cried. "Not here. It W?R me you shot at, Angelo." "Not here!" said he, with a sneer. "Well, St. Nega is the saint for an ad vocate to worship." and he ran past rae. I was just putting out my hand to catch him when 1 noticed the tin cartridge box which swung at'his side. I drew my hand back. Angelo pushed through the thicket, and I followed him. \Carlo was half way up the slope, but he moved at a stumble, with one hand to the wound in his chest. "Not here!" Montalti flung the words at me. "Signor Advocate, you and I will talk about that lie afterward." "He had your life in his hands, and he let you go." "The more fool he," said Montalti. He tossed the cartridge he had fired at me out of his rifle and felt for another. The lid of his cartridge box was open; the box was empty. "You must have spilled them all while you ran," said 1. "Give me yours," said he, turning, with an oath. I stood a little way off and laughed at him. "Angelo, I have none. Do I not worship St. Nega?" He swore at me again and then raced up the hillside. Carlo, though near to the forest, was yet nearer to the limits of his strength. I shouted to him. He turned, saw Angelo pursuing him? dropped behind a bowlder and cover ed him with his rifle. Angelo began to run in zigzags, but always upward, and still Carlo did not fire. No doubt, however, he found the temptation overpowering him, for suddenly he jerked tho cartridge out of the rifle breech and again ran for the forest. I saw the copper case of the cartridge sparkle through the sunlight and lie on the brown turf, bright as a gold coin. Angelo saw It too. He darted upon lt and with it shot Giammarchi through the back just as he reached the undergrowth. For a moment MontaitI stood mo tionless. A thin ribbon of smoke curled up from his rifle barrel. Then ho opened the lock and flung the cartridge toward me. "Carlo's mistake," said he. "Montalti's, too," said I, and I cov ered him. I let him run till he reached the covert, then I shot him through the back. I knew the other gendarmes could not be far behind. I ran up to the forest. 'Carlo was kneeling, stark dead, with one hand clasped about a tree bole, the other grasping his rlnV. I took the exploded cartridge from the breech of my rifle and fitted it into his. Then I stole back to Isola Rossa. "These things happened ten years ago, but I disclose the secret now, for I would lust as soon live among tho hills. I have been mayor for some while, and perhaps I am tired of that. I have been married some while, too, and I am certainly" "That will do, my son," interrupted Father Andrea, who was looking over Seraflno's shoulder. Serafino signed his name, and the priest witnessed the signature. Then Serafino walked out and took the path to the mountains. Half an hour later Father Andrea car ried the paper to the gendarme loung ing in the square. "My son," said he, "commit no sin lest your wife scratch your face, and so the truth will be disclosed," which saying was au enigma to the gen darme.- London Telegraph. - No matter how hard your lot may be, you cannot improve it by repining. - If an Arab girl falls in love with a young man who does not seem to notice her favor she sends him a branch of clove blossoms, which is interpreted: "A maiden is sighing for thee." A CYCLONE'S PRANKS. QUEER TRICKS PLAYED BY A MIS SOURI WIND TWISTER. Tilla Storm, So It Is Alleged, IJrovr "VVlient StrawsThrongh Pine Boards Like Nolls and Cut Up Other Very Carlon? Capers. People who have never traveled over the track made by a cyclone always look incredulous when told "cyclone stories." But those who have had ex perience with the dread twisters or been privileged to note some of tho queer freaks perpetrated by the storms are prepared to believe anything. A cyclone can perform most wonderful freaks. Their power is not alone dem onstrated by their destructiveness, for often it seems that the storm is pos sessed of a humorous bent. In thc Griunell (Ia.) cyclone about 18 years ago tho storm perpetrated some queer jokes. One victim of thc storm was a gentleman whose resi dence was blown into space. He was the possessor of a new frock coat, which lie had hung upon the wall of the sitting room a few moments before the storm struck. In the pocket of the coat was a big silk handkerchief. After the storm the coat was found two miles from the spot where the house had stood, but the handkerchief was gone, and in its place was a brick bat. About 13 years ago si cyclone passed over a portion of Andrew county, Mo. It struck near Elk Dale, a country postoffice, and played some queer pranks. It struck an orchard and pro ceeded to show what it could do. There were 1G rows of trees In thc orchard. Every other row was un touched, and iu the rows struck every other tree was twisted off at the roots, but every other tree in the stricken rows was left uninjured. Seated under a walnut tree near the Elk Dale postottice was a woman en gaged in churning with an old fashion ed dasher churn. The cyclone snatch ed the dasher from the churn and drove It through the woman's thigh, but the churn was not overturned, and. not a drop of the milk was spilled. A stretch of pine fence about 15 rods long was blown to pieces by this storm. Broken bits of board were scattered all over the surrounding ter ritory. Wheat had just been harvested, I and that storm drove the ripened wheat straws through those pine fence boards like so many nails, splintering the boards and remaining stuck there in. A country church several miles northeast of Elk Dale was struck by the storm. The building was lifted from the foundation and turned one quarter of the way around and set crosswise of the foundation, and the plastering on the wails was scarcely cracked. This storm struck, a farmhouse where a family of five had just seated themselves to eat supper. The frame of the house was jerked iuto the air, but the floor was uuinjured, and the family suddenly found themselves eat ing supper In a driving rain: Among the other animals owned by Dr. Bond of Elk Daie was a* colt that promised to be a world beater on the track. The storm forever settled the fate of that colt. It picked the animal up auJ: carried it two miles and then gently deposited it in the crotch of an oak tree 30 feet from the ground. This story would sound better if It went on to relate that the colt was uninjured, but truth compels-the state ment that the colt was as dead as Julius Caesar. The strange part of this incident is that there was neither mark, bruise nor broken bone about the animal. Dr. Bond insists to this day that the colt died of fright. In a barn a few miles from Elk Dale three horses and three cows were housed, the horses on one side of the partition, the cows on the other, horses and cows facing. The barn was de molished, but not scattered, and the middle horse and middle cow were killed. The rest of the animals were uninjured. The steeple of a church that hap-1 pened to be in thc track of the storm was jerked upward, turned upside down and driven through the roof of the church, the point of the steeple resting on the spot where the minister was wont to stand when reading the Sunday lesson. The pulpit carpet could be shifted under the point, and tb? steeple itself could be swung a foot or more in any direction. Milt Laughlin's well on his farm was attacked by the cyclone. Water was drawn by means of an old fashioned wooden pump, and that pump, tubing and all, was snatched out of that well, and no trace of them was ever found. The well, however, still'remained. This storm was not noted because of its destructiveness of human life, nc one being killed, although a number were severely injured. But'it was de structive of property, demolishing houses and barns, killing stock and blowing the newly harvested wheat crop into the sweet subsequently. You can tell the people living in its track any kind of a cyclone story, and they will believe it with all their hearts. They know what a cyclone cnn do when it tries.-Omaha World-Herald. Rufna Chonte'? Sharp'Towgrwe. Rufus Choatc's thrusts were not al ways so good natured as aro usually those of the modern representative of the family. In describing a party to a suit in which he was counsel, he once said: 'Why does he not pay back the money he lias so ill got? He is such a villain that he wouldn't if he could and so much of a bankrupt that he couldn't if he would." Mr. Choate also once remarked of a woman, "She ls a sinner-no, not a sinner, for she is our client; but she is a very disagreeable saint." .- ? . - CASTORIA For Infants and Children, The Kind You Have Always Bought Bb. .-s the Signature of - Blue eyes are generally consider" ed effeminate; but this is a mistake' for blue eyes-are found only among Caucasian nations, and the white races rule the world. THE DYNAMITE DRUMMER. A Uii ii ? cr o u H Profession That BrinRft In a (iood Salary. Tho little niau who scribbled illegibly on the St. James register bore an in nocuous name. It was Pink Firkin, New York. He bore also an innocuous appearance, for he was not more than five feet four in height, with slim frame, narrow shoulders and eyes of the mildest and most appealing blue. Notwithstanding all this. Pink Firkin is a dangerous mau. This dangerous-* ness rises not from the inward man, but from his occupation. When he stepped up to the desk to put his name on tin? register it was with the most painstaking care that lie placed upon the marble counter a little black bag which he carried in Ids left hand. Care fully, gently, he placed it by his side, and between almost every letter he wrote he looked out ol' the corner of his eye at the little black bag to see if it were really there. "Traveling for a jewelry firm. I sup pose?" questioningly remarked thc professional lounger, who had grown curious. "No. Dynamite,answered Mr. Fir kin, with a faint smile It was tho loiterer's tura to start. He recovered himself, and as the rest of the loungers in the rotunda, including the clerks, made rapid exits in both directions, put on a bold front. "Oh, dynamite?" he returned, with a show of unconcern. "Only dynamite. Humph." "Yes, my firm in New York makes the best dynamite in the world-goes off at the slightest shock. Great stuff. Want to see some'/" inquired the drum mer, his professional training getting the upper hand. Ile took the satchel in his hand with some roughness, and the professional lounger set himself in position for a quick sprint. Nothing happened, and the lounge; hastily dis avowed any interest in dynamite. "Yes, it is a ticklish profession," smil ed the traveling gentleman as he shov ed the satchel under the lounge where he had invited the interrogator to sit and chat with him. "A little danger ous and inconvenient-yes, deuced in convenient at times. Wc have to l>e careful," and Iiis eyes wore a hunted look. "But we get paid for it-we gel: paid for it. You would not believe that I get the biggest salary of any man on the road, but I do. It is a big risk, and we have to lay up something. The companies will not insure us." He grasped a thin knee in both hands as he crossed his legs and con1 tinued: "That is not: the worst of it-incon venient. Traveling around with this stuff exposes us to all' sorts of dis courtesies from hotel managements. Sometimes we cau't get rooms in a town for love or money, for people won't have the stuff In the house, and tlie guests come in a body and' com plain when they find out that one of us ls registered. There are only three in' my line, you know. Under those cir cumstances, as we dare not leave our samples, the police station is the only recourse. I'm registered as a 'sleeper', in a good, number of towns in this vi cinity." He paused a minute for this state ment to take effect. "Then there are the'railroads to buck up against. Some of them have rules against carrying ex plosives. Sometimes I get caught, and then off I go at the next station or foot it the rest of the way. V am not particularly fond of railroad travel at any rate. With the cargo I carry a wreck is something to be afraid of. Even the jarring of the cars on a rough road makes me so uncomfortable that I have to take up my satchel and pace the aisle to reduce the shock. "The one thing that I fear is a wreck. If I ever get into one, it means goodby to Pink Firkin. Just imagine that stuff going off underneath you!"-Den ver Republican. Women Many Times Married. There are some very remarkable in stances of people who have been mar ried a large number of times, and also of husbands and wives Mho have lived together to an extraordinary age. St. Jerome mentions a woman who mar ried her twenty-second husband, who, In his turu, had been married to 20 wives. There is an instance recorded in Bordeaux, in 1772, of a man who had been married IG times. A woman named Elizabeth Nase, who died In Florence in 17GS, had been married to seven husbands, lier last wedding tak ing place wheu she was 70 years of age. Numerous cases exist all over the world of people who have been mar ried four, five or six times. In 1708 a couple was living in Essex who had been married 81 years, the husband being 107 years old and his wife only four years younger. These cases are also not isolated ones, and it is some what remarkable that In most of such Instances when one has died the sur vivor has died the next day.-Cincin nati Commercial Tribune. Queer Little People. The Eskimos who live on the west coast of Greenland between Melville bay and Kane basin are the most northerly human beings on thc face of the globe,fand in many ways they live almost like animals. Their only property ls clothing, weapons for the chase and food, which consists entirely of meat, blubber and blood. They have no vegetation of any kind, and not even a pinch of salt. Lieuten ant Peary has this to say about theso uueer little people: "Is it to be won dered at Oat under these circum stances a man offered me his dogs and sleds and all his furs for a piece of board as long as himself; that an other offered me his wife and two children for a shining knife, and that a woman offered me all her possessions, which she had collected for years, for a needle?" These people are very generous, and all the game captured by a hunter is equally divided among all his neigh bors. They have their own kind of athletic entertainment, too, which In cludes wrestling, boxing and tests of itrength in the lifting of heavy stones. - At the beginning of this century the Bible was accessivc to but one-fifth of the population of the world. Now it may be read by nine-tenths of the people of (the globe, so rapidly has its translation been carried on. Jane Wouldn't Stand IC Before marriage she was a school teacher, and it took a good deal of masculine tact to wean her from the idea of making a scientific career. But now she presides over a happy little home in Detroit and is gradually be coming domesticated. Among the pos sessor of the family is a cow, which is mi.? . by the servant girl. She was skimming off some rich, yellow cream the other day when lier n istress said: "Jane, do you know that there are in that milk millions of minute organ isms that look horrid under" "There's not one, mum," hotly retort ed Jane. "There's not one, and I won't stand it either. I scours the bucket, I washes the cow, I scalds the pans, and I covers thc milk. Yer the first woman as ever told me I was not clean about my work." "But listen, Jane" "I'll listen to no more, that I won't. I've heard too much now. I'll leave within the hour, mum, fur they's plen ty of places and them as don't be slanderin a honest workin girl." The husband came home to find Iiis wife in tears and audibly wishing that she wasn't "smart."-Detroit Free Press. Saved From the Driver Ant?. In her "West African Studies" Miss Kingsley tells this story about the fa mous "driver" ants: "I was in a little village, and out of a hut came the own er and his family and all the household parasites pellmell, leaving the drivers in possession, hut the mother and fa ther of the family, when they recov ered from this unwonted burst of ac tivity, showed snch a lively concern and such unmistakable signs of anguish at having left something behind them in the hut that I thought it must be the baby. 'In him far corner for floor!' shrieked the distracted parents, and into that hut I charged. "Too true! Therein the corner lay the poor little thing, a mere inert black mass, with hundreds of cruel drivers already swarming upon it. To seize it and give it to the distracted mother was, as the reporter would say, 'the work of an instant. ' She gave a cry of joy and dropped it instantly into a wa ter barrel, where her husband held it down with a hoe, chuckling contented ly. Shiver not, my friend, at the callous ness of the Ethiopian. That there thing ~?cn't fln infant. It was a ham!" Out in Kansas lives a happy wife. She writes: *' I have used Mother's Friend before two confinements. The last time I had twins, and was in labor only a few' min utes. Suffered'very little." The reason why Mother's Friend does expectant- mothers so mucb ?ood is because it is an external liniment, to be applied upon the outside, where much of the strain comes. It helps be-' canse the pores of the skin readily absorb it, and it comes into direct contact with and is absorbed by the parts involved. Morning sickness- is quickly banished, and nervousness is kept completely away. The sense of dread and foreboding is not experienced, even during labor itself. Confinement is short and' almost without pain; Recovery is quick and sure. 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