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Bellefonte Pa.. October I4, 1904.
A REAL HERO
There’s many a valiant fellow in humble walks of
life,
‘Who's never heard the cannon roar nor felt the
battle’s strife; .
And of these peaceful heroes, the bravest of them
all
It seems to me is he who wears the last straw {hat
in the Fall.
It may take nerve to gallop where fearful cannon
yawn,
But a lot of men in rank and file will cheer each
other on;
And it takes real nerve to amble where shameless
urchins baw],
““Go shoot de straw hat, cully—don’tcher know
that it is Fall
Most folks are brave in numbers, as eyery man
will own—
You’ll do a lot of things that way you wouldn’t
do alone;
And when with tile and derby is dotted all the
mall,
The man IS brave who's wearing the last straw
hat in Fall
Great Cesar was a hero, the bravest of the
brave—
He never met his master from his cradle to his
grave;
But though he met no equal in the Briton or the
Gaul,
That man’s his peer who’s wearing the last
straw hat of Fall !
AFTFR THE MANNER OF THE
FLESH.
Amanda Ruggles tie? on her green
gingham sunbonnet, picked up the bundle
lying on the kitchen table and walked
out of the house, closing and locking the
door behind ber. She laid the key under
a loose board at the back step, then climb-
ing the fence behind the house started
across the meadow for the home of Lorinda
Briggs. :
As ber feet waved a sea of pink clover.
Above her head slow-moving clouds made
pictures on the sky. But Amanda Rug-
gles took no head of objects so common as
clover and clouds. Her thoughts centered
on two things; the bundle she carried, and
the object of her journey.
The first contained what is dear to every
woman’s heart—material for a new dress.
The other was, how best to accomplish the
cutting and fitting thereof. Even now she
was on her way to the home of Mrs.
Briggs, the neighborhood dressmaker, but
right well she knew that to approach her
for a favor on an ‘‘off’’ day, was like band-
ling a skittish horse and could only be
done through tact. As she often told her
husband, ‘No one could ever tell which
way the cat was goin’ to jump with Lorin’
Briggs.”
If one bad taken the trouble to look in-
side that green bonnet he would have seen
a face as awkward as the figure to which
it belonged and corresponding in square-
ness of outline. Heavy in build it was, in
texture loose and coarse-grained. A flat
wide nose separated a pair of pale blue
eyes. A double chin loss its folds beneath
the collar of a stiffly starched and smootk-
ly ironed print dress. A loose lipped mouth
hinted that its owner was much given to
the telling of garrnlous tales. :
Mrs. Ruggles climbed a second fence and
came to a road where cool green grass on
either side gave pleasant invitation to the
feet of the traveler, but to walk in the
trodden path was for by her nature, so she
fell in line with the track of hoof and
wheel. Unconsciously pressing the bundle
closer, she hurried on toward her destina-
tion.
The house, like nearly all the dwellings
in that vicinity, was a wooden structure,
composed of an ‘‘upright’, and ‘‘wing.”’
The upright stood with its side to the
road; at some remote passed time it had
received a coat of white lead. In promi-
nence and importance it symbolized the
wife, who in all things, was the leading
spirit of the home. The ‘wing’ like the
husband, stood in the background leaning
resignedly against the ‘‘main,”” and was
fast assuming that grayness and dullness
that time and neglect inevitably give.
Passing around to the kitchen and find-
ing the door open, the visitor entered un-
announced. At the same time the mis-
tress of the house came through another
door, and after the costomary salutation,
the visitor was ushered into the spare room
and given a chair. Amanda seated herself
and removing her bonnet made known her
errand.
“I've come over to see if you’d cut ’n’
fit a dress for me, Lorindy.’”” She untied
the bundle and unrolled the contents along
with her idea. ‘““Ezry and me went to
town t’other day and sold the butter and
bought me a corn colored percale.’’
The sharp hlack eyes of Mrs. Briggs
scrutinized the folds of pale yellow cotton,
marked here and there with black rings
and enlivened by gorgeous red flowers
blooming on the greenest of green vines.
‘Pretty fine, Mandy—do you think it
wears as well as the coarse?’’
‘“That’s what I told Ezry. But be
thought I hadn’t ought to stick out about
that, bein’ it was for nice and Sunday.
Ezry’s an awful good hand to pick out any-
thing.”
**It wouldn’t he healthy for Jerry Briges
to pick out anything for me—and he knows
it. Ical'late my judgment's as good as
the next one.”’
‘*Better, Lorindy, better. But, of coorse,
if we was all competent to lead, there’d be
none to follow.” Amauda canght at this
straw as a means of saving grace.
“Twelve yards at a shilling a yard,”
she went on ‘‘and the storekeeper throwed
in the buttons.’ .
Remarking that the pattern was liable
to be ‘‘skinched,’” Mrs. Briggs took the
goods from Amanda’s lap and proceeded to
measure it hy her own infallible method.
Grasping one end of the cloth in her right
hand she stretched that arm as far back as
possible. Sliding the other hand along
the edge of the goods, and turning her head
to the left, she brought the cloth up to the
tip of her nose, loosely and allowing good
raeasure. This she repeated to the end and
proved, at least to her own -eatisfaction,
that her surmise was correct. The last
length fell short all of an inch.
‘‘I mistrusted as much,’’ she said.
Mrs. Briggs possessed a domineering dis-
position and this coupled with a desire to
differ with every one, had sharpened her
features and drawn many an unlovely line
in her figure and face. Her style was em-
phasized by her manner of dressing her
hair which was drawn tightly back from
her face and wound in an uncompromising
hard bun at the back of her head.
Amanda was intently examining the de-
eign on the cloth and with one stubby fin-
ger carefully following the wanderings of
the vine, : =
“I kinder like ‘the looks of that green
vine sprawlin’ all over it—that muss be a
trampet-honey-suckle, Lorindy?’’
Mrs. Briggs was of the opinion that them
high colors were liable to fade or run, and
even if they didu’t they’d surely rot the
cloth, etc. But alter much skirmishing
she consented to cat and fit the dress. She
brought a chair and sat down facing the
visitor.
‘‘How do you think you’d like it made,
Mandy?”
Leaning toward the hostess Amanda said
confidentially—“‘I’ll tell you what I
thought, Lorin’, I thought if there was
cloth enough, I'd like a basque and over-
skirt with butterfly tabs, and a gored skirt
with a bias piece around she bottom. You
remember six years ago when Mis’ Beasly
was here visitin’ she had a dress made that
same way, and somehow or nuther, Lorin-
dy, I ain’t never got them tabs por that
bias piece out of my mind. And I thought
as soon as I could see my way olear, I'd
have em, too. Miss’ Beasly was an awful
good dresser.”’
‘‘When you've said that, you’ve said it
all,”’ broke in Mrs, Briggs with asperity.
*‘She told Mis’ Ostrander,’’ went on
Amanda, ‘‘and Mis’ Ostrander told me,
that the dress was made by a town dress-
maker. ”’
‘I saw the dress, and ’twa’nt no better
than I can do.” Mrs. Briggs was piqued.
‘“That’s what I told Ezry. But he says
that’s the woman of it. They’ll take some-
thing that ain’t half as good if its only
harder to get and costs more. They all
want to overreach and make a show. Do
you think there’ll be enough for the tabs,
Lorindy?”’
Mentally Mrs. Briggs bad resolved to
cut the dress as nearly like the original as
two peas. Still, she felt it was well to
keep Amanda hanging on the edge of un-
certainty. Soshe answered evasively.
‘Well, there may be and there may not;
we’ll have to cus 'n’ try.”’
She produced her pattern, the pattern of
the neighborhood that served for all both
large and small. She epread the goods on
the floor and the two women got down on
their knees and pinning the pattern onto
the cloth, estimated the possibility of the
bias piece and butterfly tabs. The conclu-
sion, however, seemed as far away as ever.
Suddenly Mrs. Briggs was seized with in
spiration.
“I'll tell you what we better do. We
better cut the waist 'n’ sleeves first, and
you’ll be sure of them. Then we can see
how much we’ve left.”” Accordingly the
waist and sleeves were cat.
“My, but you’re handy with the scissors,
Lorindy.”’
‘Yes, it runs in our family,”’ with con-
scious pride ; ‘‘I had an aunt that cut by
a chart.”
‘Youn don’t say.”
‘Yes, and I bad another aunt that was a
dressmaker, natural born. She was the
seventh daughter of a seventh daughter.
She used to say that all she wanted was a
pair of scissors and plenty of room and
she’d resk but what she conld make a good
livin’ and dot balf try.”
“I don’t doubt that in the least, Lo-
rindy. But, of course, that was a gift.
As I was tellin’ Ezry, I didn't know where
there was a family that was so kind of
genius like, and you, ’specially always had
a knack of makin’ 80 much ous of a listle. |
Do you think there’ll be enough for the
tabs?’’
Under the mellowing influence of flat-
tery, Mrs. Briggs grew gracious.
‘I wouldn’s be at all surprieed if there
was,’’ she said, ‘‘and I guess I’ better out
them next. My aunt used to say, ‘ous
your garment accordin’ to your cloth, bus
I think circumstances alters cases some-
times.”
‘‘That’s just the way with me,’’ assent-
ed Mrs. Ruggles. ‘‘Things like that is so
liable to keep anyone in a rut. I had an
uncle once that never could abide any
one’s gettin’ in a rus.”
Mrs. Briggs was too intent on her work
to manifest any interest in the progressive
uncle.
“You might be bastin’ these seams,
Mandy.”
With alacrity Mrs. Ruggles produced
needle and thread and began basting.
With deliberation and a sense of great re-
sponsibility, Mrs. Briggs proceeded to cut
the tabs. Meanwhile the conversation
flowed on.
‘Was you ont to meetin’ last Sunday,
Mandy?’
“Yes, and I don’t know when I’ve heard
such a good sermon. It made me feel un-
comfortable to listen to it. Elder Whack-
um’s the most inspired man I ever see.
Why his collar was wringin’ wet and as
limp as a rag. I'll bet hie wife bas to use
lots of starch When she does up his shirts,
and starch is so chafin too. The Elder's
chuck fall of religion.”
‘“When you’ve said that, you’ve said it
all,” interrupted Mrs. Briggs. ‘‘They tell
me, their table’s awful skinched—awful
skinched.”’
“Well,” commanded Awanda, ‘‘I don’s
never want to die in debs to my stomach.
I want my meas vitvals three times a day,
and my tea. Will it do any burt if Idon’s
match this vine?’’ Mrs. Briggs was of the
opinion that the mismatched vine would
never be noticed.
After much turning and twisting of the
pattern, the tabs were cut and held up for
the owner’s inspection.
That good woman was visibly affected
and a suspicious moisture gathered in her
pale blue eyes.
“I’ve got ’em at last !’’ she exclaimed
rapsurously.
Six years had Amanda waited for the
fruition of her desire. Years of happiness
they bad been to some, to others, of hopes
wrecked and dreams dispelled. Waited,
she bad while fortunes were made and lost;
while homes were builded and hearts were
broken. Six years—for a bias piece and
butterfly tabs!
When this little ripple had vanished,
Mrs. Briggs turned her attention to the
gored skirt. .
‘‘Now,’* she said, ‘if you don’t care to
have it drag much, I guess I can make it.”
“I ain’t peticular about that if there’s
enough for the bias piece. I never could
abide a skirt wopsin’ around my heels,
anyhow. And besides if it’s short it don’
give it no chance to fray at the bottom.”
For a space the two women worked in si-
lence. Then Mrs. Briggs observed :
‘‘Have you seen Mis’ Alden lately? They
tell me she’s dreadful poorly.”
‘Yes, Ezry and me was over there,
t’otber day, The dootor had just been,and
left her three kinds of medicine. He says
it she can keep the medicine down, and
there don’t anything set in, he thinks
she’ll pull through. She was complainin’
and takin’ on a good deal though.
‘‘Folks that’s able to complain, can’t be
very bad off. Where's Ezry today?’
‘‘Helpin’ Anthony McUmber wash
sheep. I left the key and told him he'd
find. a cold bite on the table, in case Mrs.
McUmber didn’t ask him to stay to din-
ner, bus if she did, he’d better stay, for a
meal is a meal and ita just as good for us
as it is for her. I’ve
ed, shall I try it on?”
got these seams bast- | -
“As soon as I cnt this front hreadth.”
In a few minutes the gored skirt and bias
pieces were realities. Then the fisting of
the waist commenced.
“It’s plenty big, Mandy, and plenty
long.” Lorinda gathered the folds of cloth
at the waist line and gripped them in her
band while the visitor standing before the
glass, turned and twisted to obtain the
best view.
“It’s a good fault to have it big, and as
for the length, why I wouldn't care if a
basque come half way to my knees.”
Mrs, Briggs felt that the conversation
was lagging and that the fountain of news
needed tapping. She ran over in her mind
the eligibles on the scandal list. Oh, yes,
there was the widow Moses. Widows were
always eligible. Had Amanda called ?
‘‘No,’’ answered Amanda somawhas tars-
ly, ‘and I don’t know as I shall, either.”
As the war horse scents the battle afar
off, Mrs. Briggs scented a savory bit of gos-
sip, 80 while she pulled and pinned, bast-
ed aud ripped she waist, she listened with
eager ears to the story of the widow, who
by reason of her bereavement should no
doubt have heen wearing sackcloth and
ashes instead of pleasing gowns and pleas-
ant smiles.
“Well, Mis’ Curtis and me was goin’
there visitin’ and ask her to come ous to
meetin’. But before we got around to go,
Mis’ Ostrander see a man go there. Of
course, livin’ next door, she’s got a good
chance to see what's goin’ on. She said
he must of staid all of an hour. This was
on Wednesday, and the next Saturday,
who should she see goin’ there again bus
thissame man. And both times mind you
he was carryin’ a salchel.””
‘I wonder what was in it ?"’ asked Mrs.
Briggs, her mouth full of pins.
“‘That’s what we don’t know. She said
she wouldn’s have thought so much about
it, if it badn’s been for the satchel. The
first time she see the man, was the same
day Ezry went after the blackberry sprouts.’
‘“‘Eery,” interrupted Mrs. Briggs, ‘bas
Ezry been there ?”’
‘‘Yes,”” answered Amanda, ‘‘and he’s
goin’ again to fix the pasture fence.’
‘‘The proper thing, Mandy, would be for
the preacher to tend to her wants. Yon
know they’re ’specially charged to look
after the flock.”’ :
*“That’s what I told Ezry, and he said a
preacher was all right in his place, but
talkin’ religion wouldn’s keep an unruly
steer in the pasture, and if the Elder’s flock
was anything like the roan steer of the
widder’s he’d have all ke could 'tend to.
We had quite a tiff about it and finally I
says,—‘Ezry Ruggles, my fence needs fix-
ing.” And he says, ‘If you think so much
of the Elder, why don’t you get him to fix
it.” Of course, Ezry was: mad, or he
wouldn’s bave said it.”’ A tender feeling
for the headstrong husband stirred in
Amanda’s heart.
‘‘Ezry’s a good man, Lorin,’ but he
ain’t got no realizin’ sense of what con-
stitutes religion,’’ she added.
Then Mrs. Briggs spoke slowly and with
emphasis.
**Yon’re different from me, Mandy Rug-
gles, it wouldn’t he healthy for Jerry
Briggs to go gallivantin’ around after
blackberry sprouts, and he knows it. He'd
get blackberry sprouts.’’
This was no news to Amanda. Indeed,
it was a commonly accepted fact among the
neighbors that in his domestic relations,
Jerry Briggs was ‘‘a man of sorrows and
acquainted with grief.”
As Mrs. Briggs ceased speaking, a falter-
ing upcertain step was heard crossing the
kitchen floor. Two pairs of eyes turned
simultaneously and beheld a small spare
man standing in the doorway. He wasa
man with shifting eyes and receding chin,
whose whole manner seemed to be an apol-
ogy for his existence.
“Why Jerry Briggs! What on earth are
you doing out of the field this time of
day ?"’
He cleared his throat and spoke and his
voice was as faltering as his step.
“I wasn’t comin’—quite so soon —Ma,
but I finished plowin’ that piece, and I—
thought I'd see if you didn’t want me—to
—strike out a back furrow, in that corner
lot. "I'would be handier—the lot is so—
80 narrow.”’ Mrs. Briggs frowned.
‘I guess yon better plow round and
round, Jerry.”
“All right, Ma.”” The faltering step
crossed the floor of the kitchen and the long
suffering Jerry went back to the field.
When Mrs. Briggs’ equilibrium was re-
stored, she resumed operations on the
dress,
“Don’t you think that puckers a little
in the back, Lorindy ?”’
Mrs. Briggs straightened the waist and
running one hand over the'roundingshould-
ers, smoothed out the wrinkles.
‘Not a bit, Mandy,’ she replied re-
assuringly, ‘‘it’s goin’ to set like a duck’s
foot in the mud.”
With her scissors, she trimmed the neck
and shoulders, shen slipped the sleeves
over Mrs. Ruggles’ arms and pinned them
in position. Next, the underskirt was
fitted to the robust figure and then came
the looping and draping of the tabs.
‘‘You’re so flat in the back, Mandy.’
The two women looked at each other.
Mrs. Ruggles seemed disturbed and turned
her head away.
‘‘I never have wore one, and I’ve said I
never would,’’ she murmured.
‘‘But you’ve never had any butterfly
tabs before,and you remember Miss Beasly
wore one’?
“It I thought Ezry wouldn't care,’ she
wavered.
Mrs. Briggs darted into an adjoining
room and returned with a large piece of
white cloth.
This she folded and refolded until it was
the required size. Pinning it on a long
string and lifting the tabs, she tied the
string around the ample waist; then drop-
ping the tabs, and patting them, she step-
ped back and surveyed the effect, with her
head on one side.
‘It’s juss the thing, Mandy, and makes
you look real stylish:’’
The dress being fitted, it was removed
and carefully folded, together with the
piece of white cloth pinned to a string.
Then Mrs. Ruggles departed, after leaving
a pressing invitation for Mrs. Briggs to
come over and spend the day. This the
latter promised to do, and, in turn, ex-
tended an invitation equally pressing for
Amanda to run over any time. With nom-
berless good-bys, and promises of future
visits, the two women separated.
“Well I declare !
said Mrs. Briggs as she entered the house
and began taking up the litter left from
the dressmaking. ‘‘Mandy’s a good wom-
an, but such a gossip and so tiring.”” Mrs.
Ruggles journeying home across the mea-
dows, soliloguized.
‘Well, if it ain’t a relief to get away
from there. Lorindy’s a good woman, but
it’s just like pulling teeth to get an ‘ac-
commodation out of her, and as for that
matter, her hall family’s the same way. I
wonder if Ezry did" eat’ to McUmbers’ 2”?
—N. Josephine Brangwin, in‘the Pilgrim.
——Subseribe for the WATCHMAN.
I’m glad she’s gone,”
This Cow a World Beater.
A cow owned hy H. D. Roe, of Sussex
county, N. J., has just eprung into fame
ag having surpassed the world’s butter rec-
ord. The figures are official, for they were
kept by the New Jersey agricultural ex-
periment station, says the New York Sun.
This cow has just had ber picture print-
ed in the Aemrican Agriculturist. She is
registered as No. 48326 in the Holstein-
Friesian family and carries around with
her the formidable name of Aggie Cornu-
copia Pauline.
In 30 days, beginning with February
20th last, Pauline yielded 2,640.25 pounds
of milk. As a gallon of milk weighs abous
8 pounds, her product in 30 days was 330
gellons, or 11 gallons a day. Anyone who
has seen the milk pail results of the night
and morning milking of the average cow
knows that this yield is simply enormous.
The Hoistein-Friesian stock are very re-
markable milkers, and their average yield
is from five to seven gallons a day ; but
Pauline has doubled the yield of the good
registered Holstein-Friesian cow and bas
surpassed by one-third the record of moss
of the superior animals.
The buster product for 28 days. or four
weeks, was 129.907 pounds, or an average
of 32} pounds a week. This was a mid-
winter record, but prohably the season
made no difference in the yield, for Pan-
line bad the hest cow feed that money
could buy, and every possible care.
But the result is none the less astomish-
ing. At this rate, the cow would produce
in the 52 weeks of the year 1,706 pounds
of ‘butter, or from 300 to 400 pounds more
than she weighs. When she is in milking
condition her weight is between 1,300 to
1,400 pounds.
The best previous butter record was
made over a year ago by a cow in Oneida
county that produced 30 pounds in seven
days.
Pauline has a prodigious capacity for
food, but she is excusable when she turns
80 much of it into milk. During the last
two weeks of the test she consumed daily
trom 40 to 45 pounds of corn silage, 25
pounds of turnips, 8 pounds of clover hay
and 3 pounds of peas and oats hay, besides
31 pounds of wheat bran, cream gluten,
hominy meal and ajax flakes. |
She would be expensive to board if she
did not do so much for her keep. Butafter
all she was producing milk and butter at a
relatively low cost. The cost of produiong
milk wasonly 1.4 cents a quart and of
butter 13.5 cents a pound. These figures
however, do not include the cost of labor.
Beauty and utility are finely blended in
Pauline, for her picture shows that she is
one of the handsomest animale of her breed.
She is a native of New Jersey, but comes
of the most famous families of Holsten-
Friesians in the Netherlands.
She is the mother of an interesting family,
comprising two sons and two daughters.
Milk is only one of the products that
make Pauline a very valuable asset, for
her oldest son wes sold for $3.000, her
daughter, two and a half months old, for
$1,000, and the present owners of her sec-
ond son have refused $3,500 for him.
Thos the income from Pauline, over and
above her living expenses, is very substan-
tial.
All this shows the possibilities of breed-
ing. It is supposed that all our castle had
a common origin in the wild cattle that
existed in the ancient forests of Europe,
and that the wonderful improvements
that have been made in those ancient
small, rough and rugged cattle are the
work of skillful breeders who had definite
objects in view.
They developed the races that are famous,
some for fattening qualities, and others for
milk, and the bester grades of cattle in onr
country bave had the advantages of the
finest skill of Europe and America in this
line.
Medical Examiners Will Instruct
Pennsylvania Railroad Men on
“First Atd.”
Arrangements have been completed by
the Pennsylvania Railroad company for a
series of lectures to all classes of train em-
ployees and yard and shop foremen on
**First Aid to the Injured.’’ These lectures
will be delivered to the employees by the
medical examiners of the various distriots,
beginning with the next week, and will be
continued until all the train employees
and foremen have been instructed in the
use of the first aid equipment. This
scheme was selected by the relief depart-
ment of the company, and preparations for
placing the plan in operation have been
under way for some time.
It is designed that each lecture shall be
given to 50 or fewer employees, =o that the
instructions may be made more personal.
Passenger, freight and work train men, en-
ginemen and firemen, yardmasters, shop
foremen and others engaged in the service
where immediate aid may be needed pend-
ing the arrival of a physician. All bag-
gage, mail, combination baggage and rail,
express, work and wrecking cars and ca-
booses will be equipped with standard
stretchers and first aid boxes, and all loco-
motives will be supplied with a tin box
containing six first aid packets of bandages
inclosed in a sealed wooden hox. The lec-
tures will cover only the more simple cares
of those injured in wrecks or other acoci-
dents, and the use of the materials contain-
ed in the first aid boxes. .
1ncrease of Insanity.
One person in every 150 in Chicago is
insane, according to a dispatch from that
city to the New York World. One person
in every five is predisposed to insanity.
This is asserted in the report of Dr. V. H.
Podstata, superintendent of the Dunning
Insane asylum.
Many more prominent authorities, men
who have studied the subject scientifically
for years, state that insanity has increased
there rapidly in the last ten years. Ithas
increased all over the world, but more
rapidly in Chicago tban elswhere. The
percentage of insanity to 1,000,000 inhubi-
tants has quadrupled in fifty years.
‘At the present rate of the development
of insanity, according to the world’s
statistios,’’ says Dr. James P. Lynch, ‘and
with present conditions of work and living
unaltered, half of the civilized world will
be more or less insane 500 years from now,
and in another 200 years from that time,
under the same conditions, most of the
Caucasian race will be mentally deranged
and civilization wiped off the face of the
earth by the multitudes of Goths and
vandals of Asia.”
——Nordy—Married life has a recom-
pense for every drawback.
Butts—For instance ?
Nordy—Well, if you happen to lose the
coal money playing poker, your wife will
generally make it hot enough for you.
——“*What is the ‘barber’s itech,” any-
way, do you kncw?”’
*'It’s the itch in his palm for a tip.”
Mt. Pelee in Wild Fary Belches Balls
of Fire,
Renewed Activity of Crater Recalls Terrific Outburst
Culminating May 8th, 1902, in Total Destruction
of 8t. Pierre and its 30,000 Inhabitants.
KiNasTowN, St. Vincent, Oct. 6.—The
captain of the British steamer Sibun, which
arrived here to-day, reports that when the
steamer passed the Island of Martinique
on September 30:h, Mount Pelee was again
in fall erupsion.
The spectacle was witnessed by those on
board the Sibun at 2 o’clock in the morn-
ing of the day mentioned, the volcano
emitting stupendous black clouds and balls
of fire.
This accounts for the dust clouds re-
ported fo have been seen yesterday through-
out the Windward Islands.
VOLCANO'S HAVOC ON MAY 8TH, 1902.
Oa May 8th, 1902, the volcano of Ms.
Pelee, on theisland of Martinique, which
had been throwing up clouds of ashes for a
month or more, sent out a deadly blast of
superheated gas from a vent in the side of
a newly formed crater, and in a few seconds
destroyed the town of St. Pierre with over
30,000 inhabitants.
After that initial outbreak the volcano
continued in a state of intense activity with
slight variations for over a year, affording
at times a unique and terrifying spectacle.
The phenomena accompanying the outbreak
at Mt. Pelee in all their grandeur were de-
scribed aud reported for the Press readers
by Prof. Augelo Heilprin, who made sever-
al visits to the devastated island.
One of the most extraordinary features of
the eruption of Mt. Pelee, which was
specially manifest in September, 1902, just
about two years ago, were the extraordi-
nary electrical discharges which accompan-
ied the eruptions at night. Prof. Heilprin
declared that the amazing pyrotechnics of
Ms. Pelee for vividness had never been
equaled. He said that no one who had
never seen these wonderful displays could
get anything but a faint idea of the mar-
vels of these eruptions at night.
RENEWED ACTIVITY.
Judging from the latest dispatch from
the West Indies the present outbreak of
Mt. Pelee is very much like the display
thas Prof. Heilprin witnessed in Septem-
ber, 1902, when she volcano was entering
upon a uew phase of activity.
This new phase consisted in building up
an enormous spine-like cone nearly 5000
feet high, a gigantic obelisk which stood
for a long while as Nature’s monument
to the dead of St. Pierre. This cone
reached its greatest height in December,
1902, but lost considerable of its height
during 1903 and as the volcano reached a
quieter stage this year, the great cone was
considerably lowered in height.
From time to time minor outbreaks have
been reported from Ms. Pelee and the
French Government has devised a system
of observation around the voleano, outside
of the danger zone, for warning the inhabit-
ants of any new outbreak of the volcano.
ERUPTION UNCERTAIN.
Whether the present activity is likely
to continue is uncertain. When Mt. Pelee
first burst forth its bidden fires in May,
1902, is was accompanied by. a sympathetic
eruption from the great volcano of the
Soufriere on the island of St. Vincrnt near-
by. Bat this time the renewed activity of
Mt. Pelee seems to have no effect on its
nearby neighbor, although, as in 1902, Mt.
Vesuvius seems to be in accord with its
West Indian associate.
To Avoid Puenmonia,
Do not overheat in the heuse.. Moss
people habitually dwell in apartments, the
temperature of which is from 3 to 10 de-
grees too high.
Wear light underwear and heavy over-
coats rather than heavy underwear and
light overcoats.
Avoid mingling with crowds when ex-
tremely tired or when food has not been
taken for a longer interval than usual.
Avoid becoming chilled when overtired.
Admit into all rooms where you live and
work plenty of sunlight and fresh air.
Keep warm when indoors even if it is
necessary to build fires in seasons when it
is unusual to do so. Avoid indoor chill
and dampness as much as possible. For
this reason be careful to remove the chill
before moving into apartments freshly
papered or calcimined.
Be careful during variable weather.
Where there is continual cold or constant
warmth the disease is little known.
If you have an attack of the grippe be
unusually careful about your diet and
abouts exposing vourself to the weather.
Neglected colds develop into pneumonia
with startling rapidity.
Take plenty of exercise in the sunlight
and fresh air. As good nursing is practic-
ally the only oure for pneumonia, so good
living is practically the only preventive.—
Chicago Tribune.
State Firemen in Session.
ERIE, Pa., Oct. 4.—The silver anui-
versary convention of the Pennsylvania
State Fireman’s Association began here this
morning, with more than 1200 delegates in
attendance.
President Charles E. Spears, of Reading,
opened the meeting. and the Rev. B. Can-
field Jones invoked a blessing. Mayor
Hardwick welcomed the delegates to Erie,
and he was followed by ex-Mayor Robert
J. Saltsman, who spoke on “The City of
Erie ; Advantages and Disadvantages.’
Visitors are pouring in on every train,
and by Thursday, it is thought, there will
be 15,000 strangers on hand. Officers of
the association will be elected to-morrow,
and an exhibition contest is promised.
_ To-day Chief MoMahon was presented
with a gold watch and chain by the mem-
bers of the Erie Fire Department.
Never in the history of the city has there
been such an elaborate display of flags,
bunting and electric effects. On every corner
*| bands are playing,and the jolly fire fighters
are meeting with a cordial reception on
every hand.
The convention business will virtually
close to-morrow night, after the election
of officers, but the big parade will take,
place on Thursday, and the racing and
band contests on Friday.
Club Commandments.
A woman’s club in Kansas bad the fol-
lowing commandments printed in the year-
ly calendar :
1. Thou shalt have no other club before
this one.
2. Thon shalt not worship any false
thing.
3. Remember thy club engagements.
4. Honor thy olub sister.
5. Thou shalt not murder the kizg’s
English. ;
6. Thou shalt not covet office.
To which might be added : Punctuality
is the politeness of kings; let it be of
women.
.| stage of the variety theatre here.
NEWFANGLED SCHOOLS.
They taught him to hemstitch and they taught
him how to sing,
And how to make a basket out of variegated
string,
And how to fold a paper so he wouldn’t hurt his
thumb
They taught a lot to Bertie, but he
couldn’t
do a
sum,
They taught him how to mold the head of Her-
cules in clay,
And how to tell the diff’rence ’twixt the bluebird
and the jay,
And how to sketch a horsie in a little picture
frame,
But strangely they forgot to teach him
how to
spell his
name.
Now, Bertie’s pa was cranky, and he went one
day to find
What twas that raade his son so backward in the
mind,
“I don’t want Bertie wrecked,” he cried, his tem-
per far from cool ;
“I want him educated !” so he
took him
out of
school
—Newark News.
Don’t Boll the Water.
Now comes a Paris physician who says
that it is all wrong to boil drinking water,
as the municipal doctors direct when there
is danger of a typhoid fever epidemic.
Professor Charrin, of the college of France,
is the learned authority who is quoted as
denouncing the popular theory that the
fever germs being destroyed by cooking
them well, the danger of sickness is avoid-
ed. Professor Charrin’s doctrine is that in
boiled water not only is the deadly microbe
destroyed, but also the microbes which
even more than the dog or horse deserves
to be called he friend of man. The bene-
ficient microbe is that which assists at the
digestion of such substances as cellulose
and albumen.
If he is boiled out, these intractable sub-
stances set up irritations which end in
enteritis and other maladies. Another
eminent French authority, M. Pages,
agrees with M. Charrin in saying that boil-
ed water seriously impedes digestion and
attacks the assimilative organ. ‘It may,’’
he says, ‘‘save you from typhoid, but the
rigk of typhoid is in any ease very small,
while if it does save you, it exposes yon tc
a host of other ailments no less mischiev-
ous.” ‘If you do boil drinking water,’
says M. Pages, ‘‘expose it before you drink
it for some hours to the open air, and agi-
tate i6.”” This is probably to let the mi-
orobes all in again.
World’s Gold Out-put in 1903 was $325,
527,200.
George E. Roberts, Director of the Mint,
has completed his calculation of the pro-
duction of gold and silver in the United
States and in the world for the calendar
year 1903.
This country produced gold valued at
$73,591,700, a decline of $6,400,000 as
compared with the preceding year. Of the
total, Colorado produced the greatest
amount, $22,540,100; California second,
$16,104,500, and Alaska third $8,614,700.
The total silver produces of the United
States was $29,322,000, a decline of 1,200,-
000 ounces, valued at 54 cents an onnce.
The falling off in both metals is attrib-
uted by Mr. Roberts to labor troubles in
Colorado. . :
The total gold product of the world was
$325,527,200; silver, $92,039,600.
Australasia was the largest gold producer
$89,210,100; the United States second s
Africa third $67,998,100,and Russia fourth,
$24,632,200.
Mexico led in the production of silver,
$38,070,000 ; United States second, and
Australasia third, $5,228,700. :
The commercial value of the silver out-
put is $6,532,400 greater than in 1902, at
she average price of 54 cents per ounce,
compared with 53 cents in the previous
year.
Educated Mare Learning to Talk.
BERLIN, Sept. 25.—The educated stal-
lion Hans has been followed by an edncat-
ed mare, Rosa. Rosa is a beautiful quad-
luped, with sleek black skin and intelli-
gent eyes and performs nightly on the
She can
spell single monosyllabic words, can dis-
tinguish ten different colors, can add up
to 100, can distingnish people by their
photographs and can tell the time by look-
ing at a watch.
Rosa is possessed of a very flexible neigh
and ber owner is certain that she can he
taught to modulate this in such a way
that at command certain notes will be
given. He assures his friends that there
are undreamed of possibilities here and
that with care and caution Rosa will de-
velop a neigh language by means of which
she will be able to express all her wants
and answer all questions.
A movemens is on foot to provide the
world with a new race of wice and educat-
ed horses by breeding. Hans and Rosa.
? Then] They Felt Sad.
It was the Scottish express, and as it
was not due to stop for another six hours
the other nine occupants of the smoker be-
gan to get nervous. The tenth passenger,
who was sitting in the window corner with
a cap pulled over the face, groaned again.
The kind-hearted old gentleman snoozing
opposite unscrewed the flask of cold tea
and passed it to his afflicted neighbor. He
drank long and eagerly.
‘Do you feel better ?"’ asked the giver.
“I do,” said he who bad groaned.
‘‘What ailed you, anyway 2?"
‘‘Ailed me ?”’
‘‘Yes ; what made you groan so ?"’
“‘Groan ! Great Scott, man, I was sing-
ing !”
Then a great silence fell on that third-
class smoker.
——Entering the oil magnates’s office,
the footpads ordered him to band over the
contents of the safe.
_‘‘Boys, you're up against it,” said the
rich man cheeiily. ‘‘Didn’t you see that
pompadour baired man with eye-glasses
that just went out ?”’
‘‘Yes, wot ahout him?" jin
leader.
‘It was Cortelyoun. That's all.”
“ot
—— What fine days these are for fishing
when a man can’t get away from his work,
—-—‘ “When does a man begin to want to
get married ?”’ asked the inquisitive youth,
‘‘When the woman in the case begins to
want him to,’’ replied the sage from Sage-
ville.—Chicago News.