ke & £4 f ~~ Pe Bellefonte, Pa., July 14, 1905. Se KEEP ON DOING. There is lots of joy in living if you strike the proper gait ; : If you always come up smiling in the face of ev'ry fate. If you're keeping step and whistling some good lively little tune You'll be living gay and happy as asunny day in June, : Keep a level head, don’t worry, help your brothers on the way ; Let the sunshine of good humor shine upon you ev'ry day, Speak a cheerful word at all times, never “knock” your fellow man. And you'll surely be rewarded—just keep doing all you can. If there’s one above all others thatthe world hates it’s a “grouch,” Who is always seeing trouble and forever yell- ing ‘‘ouch I Always “knocking” on his fellows who are working witha will Doing ev'ry duty blithely as they journey up the hill. For the *‘grouch” there is no pleasure and it fills his soul with woe When he sees a fellow worker with the joy of life aglow. So keep sweetand do your duty, standing by your fellow man, And you'll surely be rewarded—just keep doing all you can. When you see a brother stumble, grab his hand and hold him up. When he’s hungry give him plenty, if athirst, hand ‘round the cup. ‘ If the clouds of trouble lower o'er his head, then stop and say, “Come on, brother,” and your greeting will help drive the clouds away. Scatter good cheer like the thistle scatters seed before the wind, And the petty woes and troubles soon will be left far behind. Be a “booster” ev'ry minute, help along your fellow man, And you'll surely be rewarded—just keep doing all you can. There is lots of joy in living if you live your life aright ; Lots of sunshiné and of roses, keep your eyes turned to the light. Look behind the clouds of trouble ; there's a silver lining there, and you'll find it if you're only living life upon the square. Never falter on the journey, but keep going all the while, And you'll find the pain of sorrow banished by a cheerful smile. Don’t give up, but keep on going; never be an “also ran; And you'll surely be rewarded—just keep do- ing all you can. LARRY’S ANGEL. “Tell me, Martha, how on airth did somebody know them angels rang bells?” ‘‘Wais till I gis this muck out, lambie.”’ As Martha Swan tossed the dirty straw ont of the stable into the yard, Larry Trask, perched like a rosy-cheeked, golden- haired cherub on the edge of a cow-man- ger, discussed the making of angels with her. “‘Martha,’’ he said again, referring to a newspaper cut in ‘his hand, ‘‘how’d you guess some feller kuowed how to draw thas, anyway?’ ‘Lemme see."’ Martha took the paper, and leaning on her pitehfork, studied she picture of the angelic choir. ‘‘Well,’’ she said, slowly, *‘I guess meb- be he had to be teached to make the lines right fuss. An’ I guess mebbe the way he come to know they rang bells was by readin’ books an’—an’ thinkin’.”” Martha's ideas of culture were pretty vague. ‘‘Guess mebbe readin’ an’ thinkin’ helped him considerable, lambie.”’ ‘*Well, then, Martha, how on airtham I ever goin’ to make a angel, t00?’’ “Why, lambie,”’ said Martha, banging the pitchfork on its nail, there ain’t jest only one way for yon to do it. You'll hev t0 go to school an’ learn.”’ “To town!’ Terror filled Larry’s eyes. Then he drew a sigh of relief. “You bain’t any way to get me to town,” he said triumphantly. ‘‘Pa’s got the team all day.” Martha smiled knowingly. *‘I’ll git you there,’’ she said, “‘an’ you best start right to-day. School opens to-day, an’ it ain’t only geven o’clock now. I’ll pack you to the school-house on my back.”’ “Ob, Martha!’ A flood of affectionate protest filled the little boy’s beautiful eyes. ‘I ain’6 a-goin’ to let vou be my hoss for no angels on airth!’’ Larry declared. ‘‘Sho!’’ Martha langhed indifferently; “I'd jest git shet o’ scrubbin’ the hen- house by takin’ youn.”’ I required considerable arguing, hat at last, carrying a lunch of bread and bacon iu a tin can, mounted an Martha's strong, flat back, Larry crossed the three miles of prairie to the little frontier town where he egan his quests for art. J Fhen Martha got back alone she went “tinstily to work to clear up the litter of papers covered with sketches of angels that Larry had left on the kitchen floor. ‘‘He thought it looked mean, me bein’ i his hose!’ she murmured, fondly. . Objections were seldom raised to her performing undignified tasks. A rattle of tin cans heralded the approach of the milk-wagon, and Martha pushed the coffee-boiler onto the front of the stove, took down the side of bacon hanging against the wall, and cut off some thick slices. Martha never had heen educated in dainty ‘hon keeping, bat she had re- ceived one impression during the short time she staged with La:ry in the school- house that rning; and a was that the other children brought their lunches done up in napkins. Martha made a resolve. It was tremen- dous, but'she stack to it all the time she was getting dinner. When her father came silently in, and seated himself at the table, she passed him the beans and bacon and filled his cup with coffee. Then she spoke. “Pa,” she =aid, little money?” Adam looked up with a disconraging frown. ‘What for?” ‘“To boy a napkin for Larry to take his lunch to school. He’s started goin.” Adam returned to his dinner. “I ain’s ecrapin’ an’ savin’ to buy other folkses kids napkins!’ be said. ; “I guessed mebhe you’d say that,” Martha replied, ‘‘an’ I guessed, too, that mebby I'd tell you Allenses’ll pay me twenty dollars a month to go work for "em, ar’ I kin take Larry along. Ef yousay so, we'll pack over there to-nighs.’’ Adam eyed bis davghter narrowly. He knew her to be a young person of strong ‘will you give me a decision and few words. After a minute he pushed a quarter across the table. Martha pushed it back. ‘‘Never mind, pa. I guess mebbe I bet- ter go to Allenses. Larry can’t go bare- footed to school much longer, an’ I ain’é goin’ to hev him wearin’ my old shoes an’ stockin’s, like he does on the ranch win- ters. I’ve never asked you before to pay ont money for Larry sence you give me leave to bring him here when his folks died. An’ ef—ef after me workin’ for you ever since I kin remember, an’ never goin’ among folks in my life, nor havin’ party olothes like other girls, nor bein’ a girl at all, but only a work-critter—ef all the good you’ve gos outer me sence I was big enough to pack in a bucket o’ water don’t call for your givin’ me a little wages now, I'm goin’ to Allenses,for Larry’s got to hev decent clothes an’ books an’ all the $hings he needs to git an eddication, an’ I’m goin’ to find the money somewhere for him.”’ Adam picked hishat up from beneath his chair, and walked ous of the kitchen. An hour later he came back. ‘‘Martha,”’ he said, quaveringly, ‘‘it's a quare thing for a man to be hirin’ his own gal, but ef you’re so ongrateful you won’s work without, I'll give you eight dollars a month.’’ ‘All right, pa,”’ Martha said, cheerfal- ly; ‘‘so long as eight dollars keeps Larry, I’ll stay for that. It’s time now to go fetch him.”’ So all through that school-year and the succeeding one Martha carried Larry to and from school on her back, and she clothed him comfortably. Larry’s pro- gress and enthusiasm repaid her for her trouble. His hungry young soul eagerly absorbed the wonders in his books. At night he rehearsed what he had learned during the day. Many happy evenin were spent ir the ranch kitchen, Martha patobing and listening reverently to the ardent child as he related simple facts she never before had heard. Larry’s teacher noted his aptness at drawing, and told Martha that he ought to have special instructions. Martha pon- dered. A youog lady in town gave paint- ing-lessons,and one day Martha took Larry to an exhibition of her work in the Gem House parlor. The array of roses and pansies seemed be- wilderingly gorgeous to Martha, and it dis- mayed ber to hear Larry scoff at them. ‘She don’t paint right,”’ he declared as they left the hotel. ‘Look at this here leaf ag’in the sky. It ain’t a black line clear around the edge like hers!” ‘‘No more it ain’t, l]ambie,”” Martha ac- quiesced. Larry’s discriminating judgment of Miss Smith’s work edified Martha, but it sent her heart down like lead. She could not keep her eyes off the little boy that evening. She was realizing with keen intensity how he filled with loveliness all the nooks and crannies of her barren life. At bedtime, with unusual emotion she clasped him tightly to her breast. Larry’s slim arms twined about her neck in ready response. ‘‘We love each other very much, don’t we, Martha!”’ he whispered. Martha waited that night until Larry was asleep and her father bad gone to bed, then she wrote a letter. It took her a long time to write it. She addressed it to Mrs. Anscn Maltby, in New York City, from an old card she bad. “‘Onored lady.” it ran ‘‘I no was yor paw is from miss trask ho was yor sister ho died an her hushan died to on their ransh for year bak an she tol me her fambly never liked her marryin sam trask so they wood not like her bahy an she cried aufol ani sed i wood tak car of him an i hev don it an i cad go on takn car of him only he is a genus an a milk ransh aint no fit place far a genus so i rite to ask ef you ken belp lern Larry to draw an i send you some pikters he made to sho how he isa genus and orter be taut. respeckful martha swan. p. 8. it ain’t bekus of larry being onwelkom that i rit this letter.” Martha regarded her epistolary effort with disfavor. Larry’s parents had been fine folks, although they were so unsuc- cessful with their ranch, and no doubt the rich sister would be a fine person, too. ‘*Well,”” thought ‘Martha, humbly, ‘‘mebbe my letter’!l show her plain how Larry oughter live with better eddicated folks.” Suddenly she looked ahout with wide, scared eyes. How would it seem to have Larry’s hat gone from the door-peg, and no papers littering the floor! ‘‘Mehbe Mis’ Trask’s sister won’t take him!'’ she hoped. against her better judgment. One afternoon about a month later Martha was very solemn bringing Larry home. When they reached the ranch she broke the news. Mrs. Malthy had written that she had known nothing of her estrang- ed sister leaving a child, and that she would take the boy and educate him. She sent a check to varry Larry to New York. Larry listened astonished and horrified. “Course I won’t go!”’ he said. ‘“Well, the., ain’t vou never goin’ to paint that there angel?’ retorted Martha. The hardest task Martha ever undertook was to persuade Larry to accept his aunt’s offer. But at last her gentle arguments prevailed, and he sobbed out his consent. “I wounldn’t say I'd go, Martha, you’d jest have to throw me away before I'd leave you, only I guess I must learn all about those little lines that make sech a differ- ence in a picture!” he said. Larry’s first lester was full of the wonders of New York, and of his aunt. He was not afraid of her at all, and she was as beautiful as kind. She bad lovely pink cheeks, and she wore beautiful dresses. Martha glanced at her coarse clothing and calfskin boots. ‘‘Well,”’ she said, softly, ‘‘mebbe ny lambie’ll' like her nice ways a heap more after seein’ me.”’ Larry's monthly letter became the event of Martha's days. She followed his life closely. He had a hired girl to take him $0 ~chool now (not on her back!), and he rode a pony in the park, and he was learn- ing to draw in earnest. Sometimes he in- closed little sketches in his letters, for Martha to pin on her kitchen wall. And so the winter passed, and other win- ters and summers. Time brought few changes to the milk-ranch. Adam grew more silent and miserly, and Martha’s life grew narrower, if that was possible, as the years went by, and outwardly more cheer- less. But her hig heart held always one rejoicing that kept it fresh: Larry was not exposed to the penuriousness of the ranch, but was living like a prince. Finally news arrived that dismayed Martha grievonsly. Larry was going abroad to stndy art! Then after a long wait a letter came telling with passionate enthu- siasm of the cities he had visited and the pictures he had seen. “I am studying bard.” he wrote. Evidently so, for his letters grew rare and briefer. It was a time when his letters would bave comforted her greatly. Her father’s rheumatism had caused a deep heaviness to fall upon his spirits, and Martha’s work bad increased with his illness. At length Adam Swan died. Martha sold ous the milk business after his death, but with a dog and a horse for companions she continued to live at the ranch. Adam, it transpired, had accumulated a small fortune by his close saving, and in a fru- gal manner Martha was independent. She started one evening to write Larry, from whom she had not heard for several months, when a ranchman driving by from town brought her a newspaper. The wrap- was postmarked Paris. Martha suddenly began to tremble vio- lently. Shesurmised the news the paper contained! Is was addressed by Larry's aunt. Martha recognized the writing, al- though it was ten years since her letter came. Something had happened to Larry! At last she could summon courage to open the paper. Her eye fell on a long column headed: ‘‘Lawrence Trask’s Guardian Angel!” Martha devoured the article ravenously. Then for hours she sat motionless, bathed in inexpressible delight. Larry bad paint- ed his angel at last, and had made his name for himself, and bad set all Paris talking. It was Martha's triumph as well as her boy’s, yet she quailed before it. Mebbe be’s too great to be writ to now,’’ she thought, and put away ber pen. But a few days later she had cause for severe selfreproach. A letter arrived from Larry. A dear letter! He had been very, very busy, Martha must know, making himself famous! And that was not all be had to tell. He was about to be married (Martha gasped) and he was coming back to Amer- ica and straight to the ranch with his wife to get Martha, for she must live with them always hereafter—his Nellie said so. And he was ever her Loving Larry. And P. S., He hoped she liked bis pictures. Photo inoclosed. Martha rather dazedly picked up the un- mounted photograph, hardly noticed in her eagerness to read the letter. She bad to olear her eyes of their joyous mist before she could examine is. ‘‘Why,’’ she murmured, disappointedly, ‘it ain’t sech an awful purty angel in the face. But mebbe—well, she does look sort o’ nateral-like, an’ I guess I see what the paper meant about folks feelin’ jest how she loves that there child from the way she’s a-lookin’ at him. Seems as ef I most feel her feels myself, spite o’ them beauti- ful white wings. Seems a’ most as ef I really, really knowed her. Seems—Why! It ain’t—’’ She rose in a sort of terrible alarm, and flew to the little mirror in her bedroom. *‘Yes, it is!” she whispered, awesomely. ‘‘Larry’s angel’s me!’’—By Frances MeElrath, in the Woman's Home Companion. A Voice from Nittany Valley. The following communication from Mr. James Wolfenden, of Lamar, contains a conglomeration of ideas and suggestions for the betterment of society that might be very profitable compiled and considered by those who are interested in the uplifting of humanity : The stability by horal leverage, to wit, open commerce whereby an individual can purchase a car load of coal for his own nse at the same rate per gross ton as the pur- chaser of many cars and a free interchange of capital and labor producing honest com- modities on oar shores; and a commercial fiscal rule by our Government in the line of equity encouragement for the people to labor wisely to obtain the greatest choice of beneficial employment and power to purchase’ high grade American goods for the bright life of our own people. The goal to obtain the highest achieve- ments are first : Government custom rate of duties on imported merchandise accord- ing to a scale of commercial honesty; only one bill of lading for custom house and merchant, whereby to be recorded cost to Jand goods on our shores, producing a clean chart of home trade for the people’s intel- ligent judgment of our market. Our pres- ent form of excluding from statistical values of imported merchandise the sundry charges of freight insurances ete., makes fictitious claims of trade to the discord tune of sev- eral bundred million dollars annual dis- ciepanocies and it opens she doors fur under- valuations tbat builds up importing hoases and impedes mill terior. Secondly in-force, our pure food laws, that certainly include beers, porter, and wines. 1tis si1uly claimed that Ger- mhus live longest in Germany, and Ameri- can coloring ete., of drinks by chemical drugsare vile species of public marder and robbery. Oh, wakeup! Pablic Newspapers and Pastors, to the text of the national and state constitutions to protect life and prop- erty of our inhabitants, and that public safety demands an open newspaper press for the interchange of the people’s views on trade, whereby to secure sound discus- sion of production of commodities. Sach an equitable tariff scale would vast- ly change our conditions from a dependent pation te an indepeudent-second to nove. By the people haviug their own choice of purchase, home-made or foreign goods, where they are now compelled to patronize emporium department stores. The same with high grade goods textiles, ontlery, surgical instruments, etc., though we bave the internal resources and climatic condi- tions to produce the very hest goods. We in Nittany valley don’t grow in ac- cordance with its graced surrounding. Hence, reports, Spots of Trade, uot gen- erally good, which in the estimation of the writer, are caused by the long delay of our law-makers to place the government.on. the path of righteousness to be enabled to ray. to the people, here are the conditions of your market. The invasion of foreign textiles, tinned plate, iron, steel, machinery etc., from mounarchial and mv perial governments, that have impoverished the masses in India, where there are 60,000,000 who cannot af- ford to spend twelve and one-half cents a vear for clothing. Compare this with the sublime Democraey, the India of America. Mexico, baving increased their volume of currency and the former reduced by behest of England’s single gold standard of mouey, they cannot parchase as formerly, hence, it affects the whole world’s trade and the sar- plus of goods, and the unemployed are dumped on our shores. It hewilders our manufactarers of high grade goods, at American rate of wages, and material etc, lahor troubles, such conditions stops the would-be investors in small enterprises and the building of railroads that would make the country rich by diversified ‘industrials on healthy altitudes. The government dictation to railroads on the scale of freight rate per mile and to form commissions as to how they shall conduct business where they have no cash interest therein, makes a dark outlook to obtain industrial capital and labor inthe interior, and an early ses- sion of Congress. JAMES WOLFENDEN, Lamar, Pa., May 28th, 1905. ——If you told a man while he lived what you put on his tombstone after he dies, it would have helped him more. industrials in the in- | August Jurors, The following were drawn as jurors for the Angus: term of court, commencing Monday, August 26th, and continuing but one week : GRAND JURORS. Park W. Bullock, laborer...............5now Shoe Michael Hoffman, laborer... George Hauley, liveryman. Jesse Hudson, tailor.......... J. D. Houser, laborer......... Michael Hess, gentleman.. Milton Vonada, laborer..... .... Sigmund Joseph, merchant.. George Fortney, laborer........ ....Philipsburg ...Philipsburg ..State College vet Bellefonte W, 8S. Callohan, blacksmith... .... Rush E. G. Mingle, farmer........ .... Haines D. L. Zerby, clerk.......... Millheim Thomas Malone, farmer............coecerinenes Boggs Jacob Robb, farmer........... Howard John G. Baudis, farmer......ccccceceisennsinse Patton Robert M. Foster, salesman... H. E. Woodring, farmer... Charles Royer, teacher... Martin Dale, laborer........coceenieeees Bellefonte Archibald Allison, plumbing goods............ je Daniel Beck, farmer........cccoieceaevanee Halfmoon Thos Merriman, fATMer..cccceiieiieieiannnnns Taylor L. L. Smith, grain dealer.... .Centre Hall Benj Breon, lumberman.........oo.eeieneeenad Gregg TRAVERSE JURORS, . I. M. Pletcher, teacher......ccurereensnenn Liberty Jos Barnes, coal operator..... Samuel Wigton, salesman.. Wm. Long, stonemason......... Andrew Shook, gentleman William A. Bodle, farmer...... Harvey Watkins, laborer..... . A. J. Reesman, mechanic... John Shugert, banker.... J. H. Bressler, manager... Vinton Beckwith, farmer..... David Kennelly, carpenter... W. H. Comley, mechanie...... T. A. Cronover, carpenter...... ....Philipsburg .... Philipsburg enseve Howard .Centre Hall ... Bellefonte Philipsburg W. C. Kreamer, coach painter.. Abram Shavrow, carpenter....... George A. Waite, painter.. John From, laborer........... Reuben H. Houser, laborer.. Adam Fisher, farmer............ Adam L. Kerstetter, laborer. A. C. Markle, fireman........... Austin Mattey, railroader. Thomas Twigg, laborer..... J. D. Miller, farmer......... A. J. Johnson, carpenter. J. L. Zerby, stonemason..... John J. Osman, farmer..... D. C. Keller, farmer......... W. C. Kline, shoemaker... F. T. Ishler, laborer..... Curtis Meyer, laborer..... N. M. Rockey, laborer.. W. P. Kuhu, clerk.icesseee.. Harvey Blowers, miner..... W. 8, Williams, farmer.... .Huston James A, Decker, butcher... .Ferguson W. C. Coxey, merchant.... ... Bellefonte David L. Bartges, farmer........ccoecovveenenn Potter Wm. H, Ertle, laborer..........cc.cuuveeieivanens Penn William Fulton, clerk.. .... Milesburg Henry Kech, carpenter..... ...Snow Shoe Isaac Frain, JabDOTer....ccersereeinssvieanears Marion Rankin M. McMonigal, farmer............ Taylor David K. Geise, cattle dealer M. Woomer, stonemason Michael Heaton, farmer.............. Erosasris Boggs Niagara Falls Excursions. The Pennsylvania Railroad Company bas selected the following dates for its popular ten-day excursions to Niagara Falls from Washington and Baltimore July 21, August 11 and 25, September 8 and 22, and October 13. On these dates the special train will leave Washington at 7.55 a. m., Baltimore 9.00 a. m., York 10.40 a. m., Harrisburg 11.40 a. m., Millersburg 12.20 p. m., Sunbury 12.58 p. m., Williamsport 2.30 p. m., Lock Haven 3.08 p. m., Reno- va 3.55 p. m., Emporium Junction 5.05 p. m., arriving Niagara Falls at 9. 35 p. m. Excuision tickets, good for return pas- sage ou any regular train, exclusive of limited express trains, within ten-days, will be sold as $10.00 from Washington and Baltimoie; $9.35 from York; $10.00 from Littlestown ; $10.00 from Oxford, Pa.; $9.35 from Columbia; $8.50 from Harris- burg; $10,00 from Wiuvchester, Va., $7.80 | from Altoona; $7 40 from Tyrone; $6.45 | from Bellefonte; $5.10 from Ridgway; 86 90 from Sunbury and Wilkesbarre; $5.75 from Williamsport; and at propor- tionate rates from piivcipal points. A stop-over will be allowed as Buffalo within limig of ticker returning The special tras of Pullman patlor cars and day coaches will be run with each excursion running through to Niagara Falls. An extra charge will be made for parlor-car seats. An experienced touri-t agent and chap- eton will accompany each ¢ Xeursion. For descriptive pamphlet, time of con- necting uals, and turther information apply to nearest ticket agent, or addre-s Geo. W. Boyd, General Passenger Agent, Broad Stiees Station, Piadadelphia. 50-276. Pointed Paragraphs. Your =hip is not likely to come in nnless youn go after it. No man thinks he i= a hore, althungh he knows that many of the other men ate. No wouder people have so little respect for ad.ice; there is so much thas is worth- less. Politeness is refraining from telling a man he isa fool every time you think be is ove. You would be awfully lonesome if every oue in the world were as good as you think you are. It you have written a letter, read it care- fully before sending. If the words ‘Burn this’’ appear take your own advice at onee. Fainting is a great winner in arguments. It a woman can faint when things don’t suit her husband will always see that she gets her way.—Atchison Globe. ideal, buat Impossib'e. ‘‘We can’t have everything in this life,” said the philosopher. : **No.”” answered Mr. Dustin Stax. ‘‘The ideal bus impossible combination is a millionaire menn with a deck hand appe- site.’”’ — Washington Star. A SUSTAINING DIET.—These are the enervating days, when, as somebody has said, men drop by the suostroke as if the Day of Fire had dawned. They are fraught with danger to people whose systems are poorly sustained; and this leads us to say, in the interest of the less robust of our readers, that the full effect of Hood's Sar- gaparilla is such as to suggest the propriety of calling this medicine something besides a blood purifier and tonic,—say, a sustain- ing diet. It maker it much easier to bear the heat, assures refreshing sleep, and will without any doubt avert much eickness at this time of year. MALAY PROAS. The Way These Peculiar Boats Are Built and Fitted Out. Great fleets of Malay vessels go Into the sea south of Borneo each year to fish for trepang, or sea slugs, which are esteemed a great delicacy in Chi- na and other Asiatic countries, A British government official writes: “The proas are peculiar looking con- cerns and present a most clumsy ap- pearance. The hull is of wood, and the top, sides, deck, roof and yards are made of bamboo, the sails of matting and many of the ropes and hawsers of plaited cane. They are steered by two rudders, one on either side of the stern. Some of them carry iron an- chors, others wooden ones, with heavy stones lashed to them. Often when the anchor is let go a man is sent down to see that it is properly fixed in good holding ground. The mast is a pecul- iar concern, being formed of wood or bamboo, having two stays, so that in appearance it resembles a lengthy ftri- dent, the spaces between the masts and stays being fitted with wooden steps, on which the sailors stand to hoist and roll up the sail, which un- rolls again by a simple contrivance like a window. blind. “When you go on board a proa you go over the bow, that being close to the water's edge, the stern being away up in the air. You then climb a beam and step across an opening to the deck in front of the captain’s cabin, which is situated on one side of th, bow, a similar one being on the oppo- site side for the second in command. The deck is of split bamboo, worked together with wire or fiber, and can be rolled up at pleasure. The entrance to the cabins is about 2 feet by 2 feet 6 inches. Of course to enter or leave you must go on your hands and knees. Inside there is room for a man to sit or lie down in. The stern, which is high up, has several small rooms, or holes, like a great pigeon house, and in these and on top of the cargo the crew lives, the galley being a large iron pan with a quantity of sand in it to light the fire on. “Proas have a sort of bowsprit rig- ged out and sometimes carry two or three headsails. On top of the houses they carry plenty of spare bamboos and rattans, which they get at the is- land of Kissa, near Timor, on the way down.” POINTED PARAGRAPHS, The poorest thing you can offer a friend is an excuse, Two things a man puts off—buying a lot in a cemetery and making a will. It is not enough to admit that you are a fool. You must try to get over it. After a man fails to make money his wife loses all awe of his bunch of office keys. When a boy helps his mother with the dishes, how do the other boys find it out? : There is no greater fallacy in the world than that sense comes with age or experience, When you think yourself over in the middle of the night you give mighty poor satisfaction. It is going to make a mighty poor jam for your crust in poverty to eat it remembering what you spent on fool- ishness in youth.—Atchison Globe. The Salt In the Sea. The Pythagoreans held that the sea ! was salt by reason of the tears shed by Kronos, father of Zeus. According to the old Hebraic tradition, the ocean was originally a great body of fresh water, but which was made salt by the abundant tears of the fallen angels. One sect of Buddhists believe that Lot's wife—that is to say, the “pillar of salt” which was once the wife of the humble gentleman named above—lies at the bottom of the ocean in a certain narrow strait and that once each year the waters of all oceans flow through that narrow channel. The Talmudic writers say that it was never salt until Moses wept repentance after breaking the tables of stone. A Bit of Translation. The difficulty of avoiding ‘“howlers” when one .is translating from English into such a language as that of the Micmac Indians of Nova Scotia must be very great, says the London News. We hear from the Bible society of a curious case. In the first edition of | St. Matthew in Micmac the translator found when he came to revise it that in chapter xxiv, 7, instead of “Nation shall rise against nation,” he had writ- ten, “A pair of snowshoes shall rise up against a pair of snowshoes.” And | yet there was only one letter misprint- ed—naooktukumiksijik (a nation), hav- ing been displaced by naooktakumiksi- | Jik (a snowshoe). ane £ Spare Moments. Chancellor = D’Aguesseau, that his wife ‘always delayed ten or twelve minutes before she came down to dinner and reluctant to lose so much time daily, began the composition of a work which he prosecuted only wiiile thus kept waiting. At the end of fif- teen years a book in three quarto vol: | umes was completed, which ran through three editions and was held in high repute. Reasonable Request. Judge—Have you anything to say before 1 pass sentence upon you? Bank Wrecker—Yes. Don’t the rules allow you to take out time from my sentence equal to the length of that miserable speech my lawyer made?— Cleveland Leader. a Simple. She—Miss Stiffy had always vowed she would never marry. How did she happen to change her mind? He— Why, some vae proposed.—Detroit Free Press. THE GREAT ICE AGE. How Its Passing Left Its Record In Gravels and Rocks. Some 10,000 or more years ago the conditions which had brought about the great ice age where beginning to change. The elevated land began to sink, and a higher temperature slowly followed. The long winter was gradu- ally drawing to a close, and the great springtime of the world was beginning to hasten its influence upon an ice cov- ered land. Tons, rather mountains, of ice began to melt, and the water filled the river valleys to overflowing. Grav- el, sand and mud were borne along by these raging waters and deposited wherever the conditions were favora- ble. Ice rafts covered the surface of the flood, bearing rocks and bowlders from more northern lands. : were greatly influenced by the final melting. As the southern part of the ice sheet rested over northern Penn- sylvania, the Delaware and the Sus- quehanna were typical rivers of the age. The rocks and gravels which line their banks show how well they have kept the record. In the Delaware val- ley brick clay and gravel are laid out in beautiful terraces, especially at Stroudsburg and the Water Gap. Here the waters rose some 200 feet, and an artificial dam is supposed to have formed the river into a broad lake. The Indians, it is said, have a curious legend about this flood. They tell us that the “Minsies” were the first race which dwelt here, and the region round- about they call “Minisink,” meaning that the “waters are gone”—a vague remembrance perhaps of the postgla- cial floods. THE GIFT OF GAB. Why Stephenson Thought Ther Was No Power Equal to It. When George Stephenson was visit ing the seat of Sir Robert Peel at Drayton on one occasion, says the writ- er of “Famous British Engineers,” there happened to be present Dr. Buck- land, the scientist, and Sir William Follett, the famous advocate. Stephenson discussed with Dr. Buck- Jand one of his favorite theories as to the formation of coal and, though un- doubtedly in the: right, was ultimately { vanquished by the arguments and or- 'atory of the doctor, who was a better i master of tongue fence than himself. | Next morning while pondering over his | defeat in the solitude of the garden he | was accosted by Sir William Follett and cenfided to that gentleman the sto- i ry of his failure. | Sir William, acquainted with the de- | tails of the matter in dispute, agreed to i take up the case and soon afterward | attacked Dr. Buckland on the subject. A long discussion ensued, in which the {man of law completely silenced the ' man of science, who was at last com- pelled to own himself vanquished. Sir Robert Peel, highly amused at this example of ‘tit for tat,” then turned | to the inventor and inquired, with a laugh: “And what do you say on this a Jeb Mr. Stephenson?” | “Why,” he replied, “I will only say | this—that of all the powers above and i under the earth there seems to me no | power equal to the gift of the gab.” | Blois’ Beautiful Staircase. | New or old, Blois is an amazing | achievement of the human brain and | the human head. The great staircase in the courtyard, an outside one, form- is, of course, the masterpiece of won- der and delight. There is nothing like it in the world, and probably there . ‘never will be. The staircase of the Paris Opera—an interior one, by the way—would have everything to fear in the comparison. The other is a mass of the richest and of the purest orna- ment, with a beautiful proportion be- tween its shadows and its lights. It is characteristic of the spirit in which such work was done that it is not always easy to give due gratitude to architect or to stone carver.—Richard Whiteing in Century. : . : An Astute Weather Prophet. “When in doubt,” said a southern senator, “we should imitate the exam- ple of the . astute weather prophet. This prophet walked into his inner of- fice one day and said to his junior clerk, ‘Well, how are the indications for tomorrow? ‘Mighty uncertain, sir,’ the junior answered. ‘I hardly know what kind of a prognostication to make out.’ ‘Oh,’ said the chief, ‘just make it | fine weather, with local rain. Then if it is fine we are all right, and if it | storms that will be one of the local ! rains of our prophecy.’” . Suburban Attractiveness, Scout (from the city)—Where'is the, - beautiful view you advertise? Farmer, | Takeminn—Why, ye jest walk over ter | Pokeville an’ take th’ stage to Hen ObSErving | y aie an’ the steamer ter Moose Land- in’ an’ then climb up Skeeter moun- ‘ tain ter what they call “Lover’s Leap,” . dy.—Puck. - Shiny Stubborn. “Self opinionated? gay he is. ¥ never met any one so dog- matic.” gt “Is that so?” | “Yes. Why, he’s positively bull-dog- matic.”—Philadelphia Ledger. | Trouble Ahead. : Young Husband (to wife)—Didn’t I! { telegraph to you not to bring your| | mother with you? Young Wife--I: know; that’s what she wants to see! ! you about. She read the telegram. | Punishment to Fit the Crime. | Judge—It seems to me I've seen you, before. Prisoner—You have, my lord. I used to give your daughter singing’ lessons. Judge—Twenty years.— Ane! swers, . Comic 1 ns All rivers which. had glacial sources ing an essentiai part of the elevation, ‘and thar ye git th’ view, an’ it’s. a dan- ~~ “he Well, I should ! - area 8 pe » ann » A A Spl HIE !
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