ft v n xj r? n. n, "TOD" ELKUM'S AUTOMOBILE TRAP. By Howard IV HR : E E weeks before PX Thanksgiving there was a O Consultation nnmnv ttt. $ mates of Hie Morrisvllle "fOP poorhouse. It was held in the commou sitting-room, where the Ojen and women were allowed to gath er when they were not eating or sleep ing. About all the unfortunates in the almshouse had to do was to eat and aleep; a few worked about the institu tion or In the garden. The convention opened rather unexpectedly, when 6a r nh Tooker remarked: "What d'ye s'pose we'll have for EThanksgivin'?" u All the others turned and looked at her, for Sarah was the latest arrival, and consequently new to the regula tions governing the Morrlsville poor bouse. "Do they feed us on turkey or chick n?" she continued. "I'm a little mite fonder of turkey myself, but I s'pose I can eat chicken on a pinch." "Ho! ho!" laughed Rodney Eekert. "Ho! ho!" and his two remaining teeth rattled together like corn in a parching-pan. "Turkey! Chicken! Land love ye, Sarah Tooker! If it ain't roast tieef it'll be lamb stew, and if it ain't lamb stew it'll be roast beef, an ye can take your choice. I know. I've been here nigh onto fourteen year now. Most likely it'll be lamb stew. I call to mind how we had roast beef last year." Eight other old men and ten other old women nodded their heads in grave assent. They also knew, from more or less long experience, what the Thanksgiving dinner would be. It was only slightly different from the usual meals of soup, bread and tea, served regularly at the ponrhonse. Only Sarah hoped for a change. The others thought little about it. "Lamb stew," said Surah, plaintively. "Why, the idea! Thanksgiving, too! iWell, all I've got to say is, that it ain't What lim used to, not by n good deal. I don't see why we can't have a chick to potpie," she finished, with a little igh. "Don't let Zeke Jedeil hear ye" cau tioned Bud Tunkert. "As long as he's . been superintendent of this poorhouse, be can't abide to have any one find fault with the eatin'. Not that we need to, most times; but since ye brought up the Thanksgivin' subject, It kinder runs in my head. Turkey! Ah! TJm!" "My, oh, my! Thanksgivin. an' lamb tew!" repeated Sarah. "It doesn't eeem reasonable. Before I bad to come here I was used to a big-turkey for dinner a big, fat, brown turkey." "If ye'd Just leave off mentioning auch things I'd be obliged to ye.'snld Tod Elkum, with a little quaver in his voice. He awoke from the doze he had been in. "It makes a body feel bungry," he went on. " 'Specially IWhen the feastin' time's so near. If It's all the same, ye might mention aomethln' about beln' shipwrecked on a desert island, with nothin' to eat but boot-legs an' seaweed. That'll give js appetites for lamb stew," he con cluded. A silence concluded, while each one of the twenty Inmates of the poor bouse was busy with his or her own aad thoughts. Sarah Tooker wagged her head de jectedly. It was a new experience for her, for she had been in good clrcum etances until failing fortune:! and the death of all her relatives had obliged her to seek refuge in that place dread ed by all the aged. "It does seem a pity we can't cele brate for once," mused Tod Elkum, as be walked out into the yard. "I would relish a nice, brown slice of turkey, with plenty of gravy an' lots of dress In'. And I wouldn't mind some cran berry sauce, too. But I s'pose th' eelectmen ain't got money to waste on such frills." Out on the pleasant country road n Igreat red automobile rushed by, rais ing a cloud of dust. The State turn pike passed through Slorrisville. "I'll bet those folks ain't worryln' about where their turkey Js comin from," went on Tod. "Well, we can't all be rich, and maybe it's a good thing." ' He strolled toward the road, walk ing slowly, for his limbs were feeble from age. He enjoyed the crisp air Of November and the genial sun, .which tempered the rather cool afternoon. (There was the delightful smell of ant mma, coming from the brown .earth, and the dried leaves rattled as lie trod on them. He reached the road and turned toward the village. The dust from the automobile was rtill flying' lazily In the sunlight. A little way ahead Tod saw a figure. It was that of a man, and he was shaking his staff at something in the distance. When Tod came nearer he recognized Hank iWright, the town marshal. "What's the trouble?' asked Tod. Somebody tryln' to run over ye?" "It's them pesky automobiles!" said Hank. , "What did it do? Most nip ye?" In quired Tod. "No. But it was goln' twice as fast s the law allows," replied Hank, "and I was hollerin to stop It. The select men have passed a law, ' limitin' the rate to ten mile an hour, and this one vts goln' twenty If It wai going one." p v v xt tj'ft xj v xj xj P. Garis. "And ye were countln on arrestln1 'em?" "I was, and flnln' 'em, too." said Hank, flrmly. "There's a penalty of ten dollars for exceedln' the speed limit. Half of it goes to lhe town and the other half is divided between the marshal making the arrest and Squire unseomb. There's a good two dollars and a half I could have had Just as wen as not." "It's somethln' like fishin'," consoled Tod. "Better luck next time." "I'll warrant tho next one don't get away from me!" threatened Hank. He walked on, while Tod strolled slowly after him. But the sturdy legs of the marshal soon proved too fast for the older man, and Tod dropped behind. "If I see any of them autobllers goin' too fast, shall I notify ye?" called out Tod after the retreating marshal. "Yes, or ye can arrest 'ein yourself, if ye want to," answered Hank. "No law again' It. But ye'd belter be care ful. It tnkes some one with a show of authority to bring 'em to a halt." "Well, I'll let ye know if I see any of 'em," said Tod, as he kept on with halting pace. The days came and went. Life con tinued the same in the Morrisvllle poorhouse. There was the same soup and tea and bread. The little excite ment caused by the mention of a Thanksgiving feast had died out. A week before the holiday Zeke .Tedell, the superintendent, called on Thomas Jenkins, the chairman of the board of town selectmen. "What'll I give the inmates for Thanksgiving?" asked Zeke. "What did they have last year?" nsked Mr. Jenkins. "Roast beef and potatoes," answered Zeke. "Beef's high and funds are low," said Mr. Jenkins. "Lamb's cheaper. Give 'em lamb stew." "They had that year before last," ventured Zeke. "Well, they'll forget it by this time," rejoined Mr. Jenkins. "Humph! Yon don't know 'em as well as I do," said Zeke. But there was no appealing from the decision of the chairman, and the superintendent prepared to give a big dinner of lamb stew to his charges. Thanksgiving was three days off. Even Sarah Toolvr, most hopeful of all, had given up, and resigned herself to lamb stew. The others, after the brief delights of an almost wild antici pation, had fallen back into their usual apathy. But some new spirit seemed awak ened In Tod Elkum. He slept less than usual, and when True Kimball wanted him to engage In the usual game of checkers, one afternoon Tod declined. "What ye goin to do?" asked True. "I got a little matter o' business to tend to down the road," answered Tod, and he hurried away as fast as his legs would carry him. He was muttering to himself. "If it works, there ain't any reason why we sha'n't all have turkey," he was saying, softly. "If I've only got gumption enough to do it. And I will have! I will! Just to think a lamb stew for Thanksgiving I never re alized before what it meant. It's all along o' Sarah looker's suggcstln' It." Tod walked along the State road, scanning the fence closely. The weath er, although crisp, was clear, and there was no sign of snow yet. The autumn was late that year, and coaching and automobile parties from the cities near Morrisvllle were frequent. "I guess that'll do," said Tod, as he took hold of a long, heavy rail. From his pocket he" pulled some rope, and then he fastened one end of the rail to a nee-post, loosely, so that It worked as if on a huge hinge. Then he hoisted the rail high in the air, up right, fastening it there by a light pole, used as a brace. To this brace lie tied nnother piece cf rope, and then, holding the end of the cord in his hand, he took his posi tion on the other side of the road, near the fence. ".My spring trap's all complete now," he said, with n chuckle. "I'm ready for the game when it comes along." Any one who watched him might have wondered what sort of game the old man hoped to catch. He sat for nearly an hour, resting his weary back against the lowest fence-rail. The dried leaves on the forest trees in the woods to his left rustled In the cool fall wind. In his rather thin garments the old man shivered. Suddenly from down the road sound ed a cry, like a flock of wild geese in flight: 'Honk! Honk! Honk! "There she blows!" cried tho old man. Jumping up. "Now for my trap! If it only works!" - Around a bend in'fbe road came a big red automobile. It was speeding along, the gay party In It laughing and talking. "Fifteen mile an hour If It's a foot," muttered Tod. He drew in his breath sharply. His hands trembled, but he steadied them, and then he gave the cord a sudden "yank." The long rail fell with a clatter' and bang right across the road. Tho path was ef fectually blocked. Tlie man at the steering-wheel gate a yell; lie pulled some levers with a suddenness that brought the big ma chine up with a quiver of brakes. "What do you mean?" asked the man at the wheel, angrily. "We might have smashed that rail It I hadn't stopped." "I calculated ye'd stop," said the old man, coolly. "That's what I put the rail there for." "Well, you must be crazy," said the man, lifting up his big goggles. "What in the world did you want us to stop for?" "Exceedln' the speed limit," replied Tod, sententious?. "Goln' faster'n ten mile an hour. I'm delegated by th' town marshal to 'rest ye," he went on, simply. 'Hank Wright; mebbe ye know 111111.' "No. I don't," rejoined the chauffeur, crossly, "I'm s'pilsed," rejoined Tod. "Well, It don't matter. He's delegated me to look after such people's you, rldin fasler'n the law allows." "Have you a badge?" asked the chauffeur, suddenly. Tod hesitated for an instant. He thought of Hank Wright's big shining nickel star, the emblem of his author ity as town marshal, and his face fell. "I ain't got any badge," he said at last. "There ain't but one bndge in town, and Hank WrWbt wears that. He's the town marshal. But he's give me the authority to arrest ye, and so I'd advise ye to submit peaceably. "Ye see," he continued, feeling that some explanation was necessary, "I ain't been long at this business. I live over at the poorhouse, an this Is my own idea for raisin' funds lor gettln' a Thanksgivin' dinner." "What In the world has stopping our automobile got to do with a Thanks giving dinner?" asked the man with the goggles. "Why, there's ten dollars One for goln faster'n the law allows," ex plained Tod. "Half goes to the town, an the other half is divided 'tween me an' Squire Bnsconib. So ye'd better come 'long peaceable and 'pear in court, for I represent the law, that's what I do," and his wrinkled and seamed old face, kindly as it always was, took on a queer, sterrlook. There was a brief whispering among the occupants of the automobile. "I might add that all we was goln' to have for Thanksgivin' dinner," said Tod, "was Iamb stew. I've as good as earned two dollars and a half now, and I'm goln' to stay here till I get enough for a good turkey dinner. Be ye ready to go to the Justice's office?" "Yes, we'll go along peaceably," said the man with the goggles. "Won't you get In and ride with us?" "It ye'Il promise not to go faster'n the law allows," agreed the old man. "We'll go slowly," said the chauffeur. Thereupon Tod removed the fence rail, and gingerly climbed into the au tomobile. There was a little flurry of excitement when the big, puffing ma chine drew up in the village before the office of Squire Bascomb, although the fining of drivers of the machines was not infrequent In the town. "I 'rested 'em," said Tod, proudly, to the gaping crowd of villagers. "I 'rested 'cm,, squire, with my patent automobile-stopper," and he chuckled at the remembrance. Squire Bascomb opened court grave ly. "Are yon snre they were exceedln the speed limit? he nsked Tod. "Well " began the old man, slowly, for he bad not counted on having to give evidence, technical evidence at that. "Oh, yes, we were going rather faBt," admitted the driver of the machine, in response to a nudge from one of the women. "I think we will plead guilty," and he pulled out his pocketbook and laid ten dollars on the squire's desk. "Don't do it again," cautioned the magistrate, severely, as he took the money and handed Tod his share. The old man's fingers trembled so that he almnst dropped the money. "Where: are you going now?" asked one of the ladles in the automobile party. "I'm gojn back for more game," re plied Tod. "I've got to have 'bout five dollars more before I'll have enough to. buy turkey for all of us up to the poorhouse." "Get 1n and we'll take you back," said the chauffeur, softly, and he seemed to hnve suddenly taken cold. Onoe more Tod rode in the big red machine. This time it went straight up to the door of the almshouse, and when tho man at the steering-wheel helped the old man down he pressed something that was crisp and crinkly into Tod's hand. 'It's for Thangsgiving," he said, as Tod, gazed at the generous bill; and the man in goggles wrapped his coat about him, for it was quite chilly. Such a dinner as they had at the Morrisvllle poorhouse? three days later! Never such plump, brown turkeys, never such rich gravy and dressing, such delicious cranberry sauce, such crisp white celery! Never such niiuce pies! Mrs. Zeke Jedeil fairly outdid herself on the meal. And such appe tites as everybody had! ' It s almost as good as bavin a big red automobile," said Tod. "I was afraid I wouldn't hevhe spunk to siop -em, nut i am." 'My, but that's certainly a fine tur key!" spoke Sarah Tooker, with a sigh that expressed the deepest content ment. And all the others agreed with her. Youth's Companion. J'oelical Flara Name. The voortrckkers had a fine sense of the poetry of things. Up In the Trans vaal .there is a little place which re joices in the name of Waachteenbcit Jebeideboscbfontein. It is a name which speaks of leisure; whose gentle invitation to the thirsty traveler to rest a little by the brook beneath the cool shade of the tree calls up at once the thought of a green oasis in a dry and barren land. Capetown Time. 1 Children Home' BEDTIME. The Child. My mother tucks me up in bed And kisses me good night, And then 1 feel as anfe and snug As if 'twas broad daylight. But sometime when the night wind blows. And I hear the thunder peal, I think of all the flowers outdoors, And wonder how they feci. How glad I am that I'm a child, Safe in my little bed, With mother near if I should call, And father's roof o'erliead. The Flower The cool, dark night has come again, The time for sweet repose; I gently rock on my long green stem; My weary petals close. And when the night is very warm, And all the earth is dry. How I rejoice to see the clouds Come creeping o'er the sky! I lift mv drooping head to catch The first drops of the shower; And when I feel them pelting down, I'm glad to be a flower! Anne Murroy Lamed. THE RACK OF THE MONITORS. The accompanying picture explains itself. It is a novel water sport for boys and Just the thing for fresh water bathers. It should not be tiled in surf. Each boy makes' a monitor, as elab orate or as simple as, he likes. The very easiest way to construct one Is to get a light box and nail a piece of board on each lid. One end of each pointed or rounded, to represent the bow and stern of the little Ironclads or monitors of our navy. Cut holes in the sides, front and back of the box, so that you can easily see out on nil Bides when you are "In the turret." Now for the monitor race. Each boy puts his head in the opening of the box, wearing the box like a huge hat, until the course is reached. The course for the race should lie over all depth"! of water, although in deep water for only n very little dis tance. At some places in the course IN DEEP WATER TnE EASIEST the water should not be more than two feet deep, in others about six feet for a very little way and in others about waist high. This is the key note of the race. Each racer has to propel his monitor by pushing it with his head, which must remain inside the turret. In water Just up to the neck this is not easy, and not at all difficult when he enters deeper water and has to swim for a little way, but when he reaches very shallow water his trouble be gins. The monitor must rest on the water throughout the race, the racer must keep bis head inside the entire distance and must not touch the craft with hands. So when the water is only waist high he has to crouch very low and keep his head in the turret, and when he strikes a few yards of the course where the water is hardly knee deep ho must crawl, and the sight furnished by a lot of racers at this stage usunlly convulses the audi ence. New York Evening Mall. A DOG'S FUNERAL, ne was only a dog, but ho had saved many lives, and when he gave his own life trying to save others, the good monks of St. Bernard Hospice burled him with honor. Geneva, May 24. To-day the monks of St. Bernard Hospice sang a special Te Deum for a dog, the finest nnd bravest St. Bernard of all the life saving forces that do battle with the eternal snows nnd deathlike cold of the Alnlne peaks. They sang a Te Deum for a hero. And when the last sonorous note of the chant had droned and echoed nnd lost itself in the silence, every priest among them shed tears upon the body of Barry II., the martyr of the Alps. Outside on the church steps, sup ported by a rough bier of fir branches, covered by a soft black pall and guard ed by two cowled monks, lay the dog that had died while doing his duty. None of bis human brothers ever died more nobly, for Barry II. died fhat 1hree travelers might live. The trav elers for whom he died attended the special service at the little chapel, and when it was done they helped wi'Ii their own hands to bury the animal that had died to save them. It was a fitting service for the dead St. Bernard who had saved thirty-fVir lives, iften, women and children whom he rescued from the menace of the snows and the perils of crevasses biess the memory of this wordless friend. Our Dumb Animals. A SAFE MESSENGER. Robert was playing on the beach. He had found n little stream that fol lowed across the sand and made its way between two rocks, and there formed a small waterfall; this stream he called the Mississippi, and he was busy sailing great barges of grain down to the Gulf of Mexico. That is, he said S3 to his aunt, who was busy sketching near by. Rover was stretched out In the shade Of a rock and panting with th heat. Now and then be lifted up his held and watched the sea gulls as they flew over head. The tide was coming in, but so slowly 'that they did not notice it, and it had crept round the edge of a Inrge boulder and was fast covering the rocks that had served as stepping stones and connected them with the mainland. The spot where they sat was never wholly covered by water, but the tide surrounded It. and there were always nbutit four hours when it was Impossible to reach the shore. Still Aunt Jennie sketched and Rob ert carried on n tremulous commerce. Rover felt more uncomfortable, and coming over to Robert, rubbed his nose ngninst his shoulder. "Go away!" snld Itoliert, a trifle im patiently, for he was sure at that mo ment that the const cities were with out grain and the people wtre starv ing. Rover tipped up his head and gave a long howl, and began to Jump about nervously. Aunt Jennie looked up from her work. "Why, Robert." she ' cried, "the tide has come In and left us on the island!" They threw down their things and ran to Hie other side. Here they found that the stepping-stones that ran over to the land were already far under water. Robert looked dismayed. "Do you think we will starve?" he asked, fearfully. "Not In four hours," laughed Aunt Jennie: "nnd besides, perhaps some one will come after us." "(.'nn't we telephone?" he asked. "I am afraid we should have to build a station and connect the wires first," laughed his aunt. "I do wish we had some one to send." Then she looked down into Rover's solemn eyes. The dog wagged his tall and gave a short bark. "Would you go?" she asked. He began to dance round her and give short "whoofs," to show how willing he was. Rover had been taught to find bis master under all circumstances. Robert often tied n letter to his collar nnd sent him to father's office. As they decided to try the experi ment, Aunt Jennie tore a leaf from her note-book, and wrote, "We are caught by the tide; send a Iiort to the Island." This slw tied to tho dog's collar by a bit of her snsh ribbon, r.:id TP - TART OF A MONITOR RACE. then Robert said, "Go find papa!" Hardly were the words given than Rover was away with a bound. He paused but a moment at the edge of the water, and then, giving a parting bark, be plunged In nnd made straight for the other side. When he reached the shore he shook himself and tore off up the hill. They knew now that they would be safe if tho dog's master were only to be found, so they began to pack up their tilings to return. It was not long beforis a boat came round the point, making toward the Island. Tapa was rowing, "and Rover sat in the bow, noting ns pilot. "Hurrah for the messenger!" cried Robert, nnd papa waved his cap. II. C. Hill, In Youth's Companion. NEW GAME FOR OUT OF DOORS. This game is a test of skill in hoop rolling. As a rule, says the Home Journal, the players soon grow to be quite expert in guiding their hoops, and can perform such feats as "re turn rolls" and "bouncing hoop" with a great deal of cleverness. Five pegs or sticks are required in this game, per dimensions shown in diagram, and placed according to measurements shown. Standing at a distance of fifteen feet from the pegs each player must endeavor to roll his hoop through either of the two open ings, to left or right of the tall peg. If they pass through safely, they will strike the string or rope and rebound, falling possibly over one of the three vM.. TH8 GAMU OF HOOP BOCSC1. pegs. The middle peg, more difficult thnu the rest, counts twenty points, while the two smaller ones score ten points each. It will be found possible to exercise cleverness in manipulating the hoops, as a jerk or twist or firm roll will tend to give the rebound its necessary force. ' First of all, the hoop must be rolled skillfully enough to make it pass through the two openings. If a hoop falls upon a peg before it rebounds from the string the player loses his chances of count for that time, and other players follow ia quick succes sion. The string used in this game, on the two back pegs, should be of suf ficient strength to give firm resistance to the hoops when they are rolled, and the more strength put in the roll the more apt the hoops are to eirclt the winning pegs. -1V HssSZif. Olive Oil for Nerve Disorders. Sufferers from nerve disorders should certainly try the olive oil cura, The best and purest olive oil must be obtained, and one teaspoonful threa times a day Is tho dose it tho victim o neuralgia, anaemia or disordered nerves is in a hurry to be cured. Otherwise it Is recommonded that the oil taste should be cultivated by the addition of a very little to the salad taken once or twice a day, with a dash of vinegar added, says tha Searchlight. The patient should gradually lessen the vinegar and Increase the oil, until it is bo well liked that it can be tak en raw. It is claimed for olive oil, Just as it is for apples, that It keeps the liver in good working order, thus preventing rheumatism, render ing the complexion healthy and clear anil the hair glossy and abundant. Tho value of this treatment Is most highly commended. BOX OF WAFERS FREE-NO DRUGS -CURES BY ABSORPTION. Cares Belching of Gii-Btd Breath anal Bail Stomach Short Breath Blnntlo onr Ernetatf one Irregular Heart, Kto. 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In this commercial age, when the an cient classic languages are beJng elim inated from the courses of study in colleges and universities, and poetry Is being banished from a place among the fine arts of which It was once the head and soul, and every energy and faculty of the human being are being devoted to the acquisition of material wealth, it iB not strange that the art of spelling correctly la being shame fully neglected in the schools. It is a fact that great numbers, if not the greatest numbers, of graduates that are sent out of the highest educa tional institutions in the country are grossly deficient in ability to spell or dinary words In the every day use of our language. To-day Jn the primary and grammar schools so many new-fangled subjects are taught that tho children have no time for Broiling, and that is one reas on why there is so little good reading except by professionals. Persons who sjipII poorly skim over what they read without giving to each letter in each word its proper value, and they do not understand what is so read with suf ficient clearness or accuracy to be able to recite it Jntelligi'bly aloud. To be able to read well is a fine accomplish ment, and s absolutely necessary if one would be an orator or an effective public speaker. It is reatly to be Tegretted that so few university graduates are able to spell correctly, or to read properly, but unless they are proposing to be come actors or orators, probably they will not feel tho need of such accom pllshments. What Is wanted in educa tion is knowledge that can be sold for cash. Every other sort is of compara tively little use in the estimation of the. official educators. New Orleans "Icayune. . COFFEE NEURALCIA Leaves When You Quit and Une Ftnm. A lady who unconsciously drifted Into nervous prostration brought on by coffee, says: "I have been a coffee drinker nil my life, and used it regularly, three times a day. "A year or two ago I became subject to nervous neuralgia, attacks of ner vous headache and general nervous prostration which not only Incapacitat ed me for doing? my housework, but frequently made it necessary for me to remain In a dark room for two or three days at a time. "I employed several good doctors, one after the other, but none of them was able to give me permanent relief. "Eight months ago a friend suggest ed that perhaps coffee was the cause of my troubles and that I try Postum Food Coffee and give up the old kind. I am glad I took her advice, for my health has been entirely restored. I have no more neuralgia, nor have I had one solitary headache in all these eight months. No more of my days are wasted in solitary confinement In a dark room. I do all my own work with ease. The flesh that I lost during the years of my nervous prostration has come back to me during these months, and I am once. more a happy, healthy woman. I enclose a list of names of friends who can vouch for the truth of the statement." Name given by Tostum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. There's a reason. Ten days' trial leaving off coffee and nslns Postum Is sufficient. All grocers. Q( a. oUoxal:. aTTORNET-ATLAW, Jtolary I'olIU, ial nun agant, FaMatt I -cur'!, en.l'M-itort ii ad iomntlf Ottsf In Kr.ata huildt'g, Keynodivllia, fa. a JJH H. E UtrtiVI.H. Ht TNOI I'SVII.I.R, TA. Wi.n.i i) i .i i ii,, ifiutT-r baildlaf J)R. L. L. MEANS. DENTIST. Office on second floor of First Na tional bank building. Main streot. J)R. B. DEVi:E KINO, DENTIST. Office on second floor KeynoldsvilJ Eeal Estato Iluilding, Main street EoynoUlsville, l'a. J NEFF, ' JUSTICE OF THE PEACE Aud Real Estate Agent He.yno!clsvIla, Pn, gMITH M. MoCIt EIGHT, ATTORN r.Y-AT-LAW. Rotary Public an I !;. ul Estate Agnnts. 0! le-Mtiins will t i . om.t aiti'UUon. Offlo In lie K.-y ... .1 v, l lu Ui.iwnre Oo. Uulldlnf, tidlu atrnst, Ki J:n. invillo, ha. 7ML -A. XII5L 33 T . PITTSBURG. Grain, Flcur gnd Feed. Wheat No. 2 rod f 7i Kjro No.J KS Corn No i yllnw, enr i No. !i yellow, shelled fl-i Mln-d enr 4 Oato No. S white an No. 8 white SM Flour Winter patent a or. Fancy Htr;ililit winters 5 0.1 Ilay No. 1 Timothy IS Clovnr No. 1 11 00 Feed-No. 1 white mid. ton 19 .VI llrown middlings 50 Bran, hulk 16 F,0 Biraw Wheat 0 50 Unt S50 Dairy Products. Butter Eleln cronmery f ?! Ohio creamery ao Fancy country roll in Chef-sft Ohio, new 11 New York, now 11 Poultry, Etc. nns per lb 9 It ChlckH'is drensed Irt Ekks !'a. and Ohio, fresn 19 Fr'ilts and Vsgotablos. Am les btd j v hotmneH Ki:;t-y white perhu.... 5 lutihaK' I-er ton IS W Onions per barrel g R0 64 6'4 61 49 81 90 5 15 6 10 13 00 1150 3P0: 17 IT no 7 00 709 u H 13 li 15 S SI 7i 31 "0 8 0j BALTIMORE. Flour Winter Pctent f 5 5 'h.at No. ti red Corn Mixed 51 Eggs if, B butter Ohio creamery 20 ti PHILADELPHIA. Flour Winter Patent I 505 J 81 Wheat No. 3 red kj (j Corn No. 'i mlxetf 50 51 Oats No. S white m 83 Butter Creamery vn 33 Eygs Pennsylvania firsts g 17 NEW YORK. Flour Patents f 5 00 615 Wheat No. 2 red t7 m Corn No. 8 ... M W Oats-No. 8 white 81 83 Butter-Creamerr 40 83 Kngs State and Pennsylvania.... 17 IS LIVE STOCK. Union Stock Yards, Pittsburg, Cattle. Extra. 1410 to Vm lbs 5 1'rluie, 1300 to HO.I lbs 5 15 Medium, ltfjo to lioo lbs...- 4 75 lidy, lU'u to 1160 4 io Biiu-her, tOO to 1100 !!!"".'. 8 Sd ComuiGU to lair 8t Oxen, common to fat .' "J s 00 Common toirood fat bulls nd cows 1 50 allien cows, each it 03 Hogs. J'rlme heavy hogs f 5 61 J-riine medium weights &:) Best heavy yorkersand medium- 5 45 Oc putt ud Jightyorkers 541) Fit's, common lo good 5 80 Houghs 4 75 87i Sheep, $ IH ''"on to choice 5 2 Me.imin 4 50 Common to fair tm Lambs joj Calves. Veal, extra 50J Veal, giod to choice tgo Veal, common to heavy s 00 560 5 35 610 4S5 4W 4 5 300 50 ) 5 6:, 551 6 50 550 5 40 6", 435 ton 55 5 (VI XiS 8 W 80O 450 8 7i) CATS CONSULT THE CALENDAR. At Least There Is Proof They Know the Days of the Week. Down along the wharves in New York the cat is not a pet, but a busi ness investment, an insurance policy against the river rats. Yet, wild as some of these animals are, there is one man whom they regard with ap proval. That is the cats' meat man. "I don't know all of them. he says. "No man could; and besides there are changes all the time. But if I don't know them, they all know me, every cat of them. And they're wise; cats are as wise as any boast that lives, every cat on the block runs to meet me, but they are always on their good behavior. Now, here's a place where I leave meat for six cats. They follow me when I give it to the por ter. They are the cats that belong here, and all the rest of the cats are waiting peaceably for me to come out. Now, see those four cats run ahead and into the next place; they're the cats that belong there, and they line up to meet me. "But that Is a small part of the wisdom of these cats. Five mornings In the week I get around my beat be tween 7 and 8 o'clock, but on Satur days I am always late, and never reach the block before 9. Well, on Saturday morning the cats know that I'm late and they don't put their heads outside the doors until It lacks only a little of 9. You see there are calendars hanging up in every office to tell the day of the week, and clocks, too, and there's nothing to hinder the cats from consulting them. If they don't find out that way, bow do they know when it's 9 o'clock Saturday morn ing?" Golden Days.'
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