TTR EE ——— Bellefonte, Pa., December 7, 1906. A ——————————— INTO THE WORLD. Out over childhoods borders, Manhood's brave banners unfurnished, Weighed dowa with precepts and orders, A boy has gone into the world, Nobody thinks it pathetic— For he is a strong-armed youth; But where is the vision prophetic To torecast his future with truth? No more a child to be petted And sheltered away from the strife: Henceforth a man to be fretted And worn with the worries of life. Henceforth a man with others, To scramble and push in the race, To jostle and crowd with his brothers, Tostruggle for gain and place, Now, though his heart is breaking, Henceforth his lids must be dry; Now, though his sou! is aching, He must not utter a cry. Now, if his brain is troubled, Now, if his courage has gone, Still must his strength be doubled, Still must the battle go on, Now, if success shall erown him, Oh, how the world would cheer! Now, {f misfortune shall down him, Oh, how the scoffer will jeer! Virtue and truth attend him Into the vortex whirled; God and His angels defend him— A boy has gone into the world, AT THE GATE OF HOPE. The pall of the approaching storm began to settie over the hills. The guard-towers stood in silhouette against the black back- ground as though chiseled from the angry heavens. A hush, deep and insistent, hung over the great Folsom on. Nature's token of impending wrath was at hand. In the ravine below the prison, a hun- dred convicts toiled. Chilled and wes, they swung their heavy hammers with deadened muscles,or pried with ill-directed energy at the great stones. To and fro they moved, spiritless automatons, acting the will of an offended law. The guards, alert and watchful, paced along the path above them. Well they knew the deep, smoldering ferocity that lurked in those silent, moving forms. At the end of the line of convicts nearest the river toiled two, a little apart from the rest. One was a lite-timer, whose gray hair and bent shoulders told that he was long past the meridian of life. The glis- tening eye, the fall face, and above all, the restless energy that moved the giant frame of the other, spoke the bloom of manhood. A noiseless confab was passing between them. ““The storm will soon drive us in,” said the life-timer. The other did not answer, his eyes moving covertly over the hills; the goard-towers, the prison, the approaching storm—nothing escaped them. ‘‘Say,’’ continued the life timer, “‘are you still—— 2"? “Yes, Iam,” interrupted the other,alter- nate flashes of hope and despair on his clear- cut features, “Ob, give it up ?'’ eaid the elder. ‘No! I'll not rot in this living hell !? “You'll not get to the top of that hill,” interrupted the life timer. *‘I tried it once and they carried me back on a stretoher.”’ “I'l not try,’’ was the cold answer. The river lapped and purred its way through the deep gorge far below them. Their eyes met; the life-timer «shook his head and was silent. The clouds now settled and en- veloped them, fierce gusts of wind shriek- ed and tore through the gullies, carrying thin sheets of stinging spray. The prison, the goard-towers, the surrounding hills were swallowed up in the rush of the storm, but the ory of the gnards, “Line up ! line up!" rang out sharp and clear. “Do you expect aid?” asked the life- timer. “I expect nothing,” answered the other. ‘‘Good-hye, then, and luck,” said she life-timer. Without answering, the man, with a quick motion, slid bead-lore- most over the bank into the deep cut. Dirt and sand filled his wouth and eyes as, bruised and battered, he reached the bot. tom, but when be arcse the dead, hopeless look nad given way to one of intense ac- tion. His whole being was vibrant under that impelling desire—to escape, to he free! *‘In one minute I can reach the mouth of the cut; in two more I can gain the bend. If the alarm gun soands before then, it's the river ! the river!” he reasoned, as down the cut he dashed over rotting slaice- boxes and through thick clumps of man. zavita. Twice be fell ou the jagged rooks causing cruel wounds, but be was up again, spurred on by the maddening desire of free- om, the haunting fear of the pursued. He reached the mouth of the cut and turned down the river under the fringe of wil- lews; still the alarm had not arisen. His breath came in hoarse, deep gasps like that of a dying animal, but he did nos pause, The wind bellowed and roared; cataracts from the open sluices of heaven were dash- ed to earth, rehoundivg to be driven along in filmy wraith; the God of storms was with him ! He reached the bend and sank down for a short respite. For a few sec- onds he lay, pressing the bounding heart within. His body was bruised and ont, and blood trickled out upon the sand. His hat and one shoe were goue, his clothes were torn in a score of places. He saw it all in a vague way and his reason asked whether he were still haman. A few long drawn breaths and be was up again. The early winter night, hastened by the enveloping storm, had begun to settle, and still the warning gun was silent. Hoarding bis strength he started swiftly westward along the river that rippled and sang at his feet and seemed to call to him, ‘Come with me, come with me,’’ but with a grim, de- termined smile he answered, ‘‘Not yet— not yet." Suddenly there wasa lull in the storm and echoing sullenly down the gorge came the roar of the signal gan, telling those free ped. again awallowed up in the Sialaaght of the ; it was as though Nature held her breath to give him warning. Ab the tira sound be turned quickly up , bis eyes in feverish haste seeking some mark of recognition. ‘A ery of joy Shiu Wis da be saw he he yitucl the i al that ads bie way. futa : w| con ly and without danger. He crossed the county rond and moved parallel, taking How happy they were! and a wailing sob arose withio him as the thought of that peace so far from bim now. By and bye these lj hecame less frequent, till at last he was alone with the darkuess and the storm, and he koew the midnight bour must be close at band. As times he moved through long lanes of leafless or cherry orchards that bordered the highway, bat after a while these grew smaller avd smaller, mutely telling him of his nearness to Sacramento. Over the railroad track, past the little station of Brighton, on through the vast gardens of the Italians, till the twinkle of the distant lights of the city showed through the falling rain. With the acute sense of the hunted, he skirted the city on the south, stealthily moving from cover to cover, still shielded by the incessant rain, till with trembling limbs he stood ou the great levee that guarded the city from the waters of the flood. For a moment he gazed ont upon that rushing, foaming expanse thas almost top- ped the summit where he stood. It purred and lapped at his feet and to bis reeling brain again came the pleading. ‘‘Come with me, come with me.”” He staggered a few paces and sank down among a pile of earth-filled sacks under the lee of the levee. His great {rame seemed numb and dead, but his mind worked fresh and fast. The deep gash in his head bad ceased bleeding aod only at times came sharp, piercing ins. i he sat bugging the slimy sacks the rain ceased, the lowering clouds raised and be could see belore him the pancrama of the sleeping city. The electric lights, swaying to avd fro with the falling wind, cast weiid siadows that I. up hid & menace only to ppear silent, mag e. His mind was clear now and a calming reason brought with it the touch of cold reality. Before him ay the silent city. So near to this multitude be fancied he could hear the rhythm of their peaceful slumber, et a world apart from him were Shey. ra the twinkle of lights rose the white column of the state tol. How bright it showed under the girdle of lights and its cupola ! Above them and against the skyline loomed the great golden ball symbolic of the wealth and strength of the mighty state. Ah, that gold! howas a boy he had looked at it wonderingly and entranced; how as a man be had become defiled by thesame power ! An involuntary gesture as though to turn these thoughts Sieaped him. Had he not dishonored it all! He looked again and sought the city be- tween that glistening column and where he crouched. There lay—ah, he conld see it Plainly now—a little white cottage where- n even now sleep the suffering wife and their two babies. There were the two elms standing in the little grass.plat before the honze. They had planted them together, watching their growth, noting the coming of the first leaf in the spring, and its drop- ping in the fall. ‘Chey were surely large now, and their branches must cast a cool- ing shade. Aud the red and white olean- ders, each in its corner of the yard, what volumes of blossoms mus. burst forth now! In his thoughts be passed up the violet- bordered walk. He could see her vet as ehe arose from among them, her white ! hands grimy with the soil while she laugh- ed in dismay and held her sweet face up to his far that never-failing welcome. Again he lived, and walked arm in arm into that nest of happiness, through the little parlor which bore evidence of the potent touches of her magic; her guitar leaning preten- tiously here, his hooks in evidence there. Ab, that little parlor had sometimes given him a pang then when he thought of ail he bad taken her from, hut, when his look or word betrayed hix mind, how ber Ruth-like answer, “Thy would thrill bis heart ! He bowed his head; a thousand times had he seen all this, yet now when so near it seemed more than he could bear. Would he go to her once more before leaving the city forever? Could he risk it? The clock far away on the cathedral chimed thrice. Yes, he would go ! Numb ed and sore he arose and for a moment stood gazing noross the city. Suddenly there appeared near him a thin, white streak *hat ran hissing to the foot of the levee. Larger and larger it grew, lon- der and harsher the hissing. Stupidly be stood staring as though entranced, then the truth came to him at last—the levee was giving way ! He turned and fled, a new fear filling him. Should he ery the alarm and meet his doom? Never! Then there arose hefore him the vision of the listle cottage of which so late he had dreamed. He paused and turned as though struck by a blow. It was their all; for that he wonld stay ! The little stream bad now grown to ove several feet wide; every second the bank was breaking away at each side. Withan inarticulate ory as of an enraged animal, the convict bent his huge back and grasp- ing one of the bags of earth that lay near in long tiers, hurled it into the break. It paused a second, trembled, and then went hurtling down the embankments, swept along by the evergrowing waters. At ouce he saw the folly of thus acting. Catob- ing up the second bag of earth he laid it near upon the cap of the levee, tien anoth- er and another till fully twenty lay near the crambling bank. Fast and with-insane fury lie worked, the bones of bis giant body creaking as he hur- led the sand bags ahoutg Without pause he caught up one and sprang into the break, the chilling water reaching to his knees. Sinking the bag beneath him he bore his great weight upon it. Another and anoth- er followed till all within his reach were gone, but he bad gained, for the bags held firmly on the bottom and he could scarce keep back theory of joy. Again he rash- ed wildly upon the tier of bags, tearing them from their place as if they were playthings; again he stood on the now shaky founda- tion. This time the last bag wellnigh top- ped the hungry waters and a grim, exul- tant emile shone on his ghastly face, but kis arms moved slower, his legs trembled at times as though loth to bear his great bulk, the wound upon his head gushed the levee and then fly unmolested. To call meant capture—aye, death, for he had vow- ed never to return alive. There must be er; now it hore upon a pounds, but he clang with the grim resolve way ball be my way,’’ | acq forth afresh and ran a thin, warm stream | fon down upon the striped shirt. He staggered down the bank and § the bags. Was He growing biiad 2 No, had got the last. a second his heart seemed to pause. Was he to meet defeat with 80 near? He had tb t it was in his power so save not to give up. When be bad placed it on | All Records Smashed by American the summit of the quivering tiers he sank down for a moment, shedding tears of anger at his weakness. A noise as of a thousand storms commingled roared in his braiu, weird shapes and shadows passed before his fevered eyes; was it the visage of death ? But again the white walls of the cottage arose before him snd he moaved aloud, *'I will not die!” He crawled to the water's edge and drank with short, gasping sobs. He dabbled his hands and wet his fevered, blood.clotted face. It seemed to give him back his strength, and again he staggered down the bank. This time his efforts were reward- ed, and like one in a drunken glee he laid the last bag, only to sink back exhausted behind the shaking balwark. The clock on the cathedral tower strack five. He heard and koew its import. Al ready the dawn was streaking the east be- pro 4 the blue line of the Sierra Nevada. A milk wagon rambled by in a nearby street, and far away, he heard the whistle of a locomotive. The city was awakening. He knew his chance had fled forever, hut some- how that fierce, burning desire to e<cape bad left him—he only wanted rest—rest. He felt the tier of bags tremble and vi- brate as the flood poured past; his wavering reason told him they wounld not hold for long. He must call aid—be would give up at last ! Raising bimsell by holding to the grimy bags, he glanced along the levee. In the growing light he saw the figure of un man approaching. He called aloud, his voice sounding strange and hash to his failing senses. The watchman ran forward, peer- ing down upon him. “A break ! A break !"" he cried, glance ing from the shaking bag+ to the city. “Yes,” answered the convict weakly, “I've stopped it for the time—get aid—it will not hold for long.” The watchman flew down the levee, erv- ing the note of alarm. The city awoke to the danger that threatened. Men rushed to the water front from all sides. Those that came first saw the officials take from the ground she body of a nan that scarce seem- ed humar. They found him sitting behind the bulwark he had erected, his broad shoolders braced against it as though to hold it with his very weight. His bands hung limp and motionless, his life-blood covered his face and blotted out the black number on the striped shirt that designated his position of dishonor. Many knew him even then, and knew that he had saved the oity. He bad canceled his debt.—By Len Low, in Watson's Magazine. Myth of Man in the Moon. Of all the myths which bave sprung up around the moon, before Galileo's telescope revealed another world with lofty moun- taing, deep valleys and vast plains, the oldest and probably the most familiar to all is that of the haman inhabitants. Every nursery has heard the story of the man who was found by Moses gathering sticks on the Sabbath and condemned to dwell in the moon till the end of time. Originating, doubtless, in the superficial resemblance of some of the moon spots to a man with a bundle of sticks on his back, it would be banded down by the zealous Sabbatrians as an edifying warning. It has even been referred to on biblical authori- ty. German nurses commonly vary the tale by saving that the offender was given the choice of burning in the sun or freez- ing in the moon and that he preferred a luvar frost to a solar furnace. But io the middle ages, before Lutherans and Paritans had superimposed the conception of the Jewish Sabbath upon the Christian San- day, the crime thus punished was theft. It is possible, however, that the ‘man in the moon’ myth claims an even remoter antignity. Primitive man bad a tendency to personify those natural forces whose laws he could not comprehend, his imag- ination endowed them with homan force and human feelings and with superhuman knowledge of power. Hence the moon uired a sex and a gender in Sanserit and all derivations except Greek and Latin,and such modern languages as have come under the classical influence, it is masculine. And doubtless this is the reason why the legendary ‘‘woman in the moon is not nearly so prevalent as the legendary “man.” Be this as it may, it is certain that in Teutonic fable the moon is inhabited hy hoth sexes. For, according to Mr. Barin- Gould, the familiar nursery rhyme about Jack and Jill is derived from the Scandi. vavian myth of the two children Hiuki and Bil, who were taken up into the moon with their pole and bucket as they were drawing water. They symbolize the waning of the moon, while the water they were carrying refers to the in- fluence of the moon's phases upon the rainfall. Our Coal Production. The production of coal in the United States in 1805 amounted to 392,919,341 uet tons, having a value at the mines of $476,756,963, surpassing in both quantity and value all previous records in the his- tory of the country. Compared with 1904, the output in 1905 exhibits an increase of 41,102,943 net tons, or wore than 11 per cent. in quantity, and of $32 385,942, or 7 per cent., in value. Ot the total production in 1905, 77,659, 850 tons were Pennsylvania anthracite, with a value at the mines of $141,879,000. The total production of bituminous coal and lignite was 315,259,491 tons, valued at $334,877,963. The production of anthracite coal in Pevvsylvania io 1905 was 4,500,551 tons more than in 1904, while the increase in the production of bituminous coal and lig- nite was 36,599,882 tons. The larger part of the increased produc- tion in 1905, says the New York [Sua, is oredited to the great activity in the iron in- dustry, as is shown by the fact that the amount of coal made into coke ivereased from 31,278,573 to 42,412,328 tons, and that the larger increases were in the coking coal producing States and those which fur- nished fue! to the iron farnaces. ——He: Upon my word, you grow pret- tier every day. She: Just now I am living on brown bread and water, to improve my complex- He: How long can you keep itu; She: O! indefinitely. pe He: Then let's get married. = ‘‘] am convinced,’’ said the nervous mau, “that we ought to rearrange our mato to as on the fifth of July: I al Loa d to find my family with me Lid “Will al dissolve sogai?”’ Hina sil, Ton a re dre eon : » a bappioess, Tove, ‘and everything else Sapp having.” i. without Farmers. Of all the 80,000,000 odd citizens of these United States of America none have better right to give thanks today than the great American farmer. Once again he has prov- ed hie supremacy in the world stroggle for the prosperity cup. Not only has the American farmer sap- ied the nation with the food it needs, but has filled she fleets of the ocean with his products. Nor is there the slightest indica. tion of a lapse in bis record breaking strides. If anything,. the futare promises to be greater than even the great present. Here are some of the thin s the Amer- ican farmer has accomplished in the past year, and for which today the whole Re- public may join in rendering thanks : His year's products reached the stu- pendons total of $6,794,000,000. He exceeded his prodocts for 1905 by $485,000.000, Of grain he raised 4,688,000,000 hashels, 120,000,000 hushels above the output of Inst year. From his surplus he loaded the ocean fleet with products to a value of $976.000,- 000—enough to haild a high class railroad baif-way around the earth He secared a wational credit in the world’s balance sheet in favor of this na- tion of $433,000.000. Other American prodancers, all told, got a creditol only $85,000,000, NINE ANIMALS TO THE SECOND. Every time the clock ticked off a second daring the 10 hours of a work day he led nine meas-prodoeing animals to the butcher. To the average family he bas supplied 1014 pounds of meat. Each family asked for over one-third of a calf, over two-thirds of a steer or cow, over three-fourths of a lamb, nearly three- foarths of a sheep and swo and one-half hogs. He supplied it. After supplying his home market ke Lad one-eighth of his total left over—sufficient to feed the United Kingdom of Great Bri- tain or the German Empire for one-half year. These fact« are given by Secretary Wil- son, of the Department of Agriculture. And he of all men knows. They are de- rived from his storehouse of information, gleaned » trained men god Iabulated and compared by experts in his annual report. No wonder, therefore, that the Secretary bursts forth in a pean of thanksgiving for the American farmer's success, in the midst of the facts and figures enumerated in his annual report : ‘‘For thie abundance that the Creator has sustained she farmer in supplying, for the stability of the vational agriculture, and for the comforting prospects of a potent fa- ture, there are many evidences that the people are ready to join in a day of reverent and joyous Thanksgiving.” DETAILS OF FARMER'S WORK. Taking the farm products at that point in production at which they acquire com- mercial value, the Secretary makes a num- ber of interesting comparisons with past performances of the agricalturist. Using the value of the total products of the year 1906—$6,794,000,000—as a basis, he shows that not only did it exceed the value of the production of 1905 by $485,000,000, but exceed the valae for 1904 by $877,000,000 and that of the census for 1899 by $2,077.- 000,000, A simple series of index numbers is 1ead- ily coustructed, which shows the progres- sive movement of wealth prodnction hy the farmer. The value of the products of 1899 being taken at 100, the valoe for 1903 stands at 125, for 1004 at 131, for 1905 at 134, and for 1906 to 144. While the value of all cereals dropped about $40,000,000 below the total of 1905, and about $12,000,000 helow the total of 1904, the number of hushels for 1906, which was 4,688,000,000, was 120,000,000 bushels above the vieid of 1904, and 835,000,000 bushels above the vield of 1903. Corn re- mains by far the most valuable crop, and the figure that it way reach this year is $1,100,000,000 for .2,881,000,000 hushels— perhaps a little under the value of the next largest crop, that of 1905. Curious Yarns. Two Eoglish women—a physician and her sister —were attending the women of the palace of the ameer of Afghanistan. One day when Miss Brown was sitting with the queen the ameer came.in. He chanced to bave got a bit of coal in his eye and was suffering considerably. Miss Brown offer- ed to remove the irritant and did so deftly, ber sister holding a lamp to enable her to see. His highness at ove: called for his purse and forthwith presented Miss Brown with 50 gold tillas (about $175) avd her sister with 30 tillas. How stroog is the influence of the bri- gand in Sicily is shown in recent proceed- ings at the Coltanissetta assizes, where four of the band of the notorious chief Failla Molone were to be tried. The jurymen and witnesses, instead of appearing, sent a joint petition to the court, praying to be excused so long as the chieftain, who has already a dozen assassinations to answer for, remained uncaptured. An American traveling through the Ar- dennes stopped for a cup of coffee at a re- mote inn. Sugar was not forthcoming and the waitress begged the traveler to be good enough to wait until the party at the next table bad finished their game of dominoes, for which the lumps of sogar, duly marked with pencil from 1 to double 6, were serv- ing. Miss Noah. A child was brought to a Yorkshire vicar for baptism. As he was told that the name was to be Noab, he naturally referred to the infaut as ‘‘he’’ in the course of the serv- ice. Soon he felt his surplice pulled by one of the women, who whispered to him that “it was a lass,” “But Noah is nota girl's vame,” said the parson. **Yes, it is," spoke up the child's father. An adjournment wae made to the vestry tosettle the point. The father said that whenever he had a child to be named he opened the Bible and chore the first name of the proper sex that met his eye. The clergyman insisted that in the present case a mistake bad been made, wherenpon the father opened tbe Bible at Numbers xxvi, 33, and read, ‘‘The names of the daughters of Zelophebad were Noah,” ete. There was no more to be said. AS ——— ——Johonie: Pa, an equine is a horse, isn’t is? Father: Yes. Johnoie: And acow isa kind of an ox, isn’t it? Father: Yes, sort of an ox. Johnnie: Then what is an equinox? ——No man excuses nimsell by acons- ing hie neighbor. : nssliug Wiktiony love is like light Canine Intelligence. That a policeman on night daly in a great city would be more Stimivaly i] accompanied 4 a powestu) and sagacious dog, is a reasonable supposition ; yet it remained for little Reginm to carry out this innovation in Antwerp, Ghent, Mous, Bruges and Ostend—an innovation which has now spread to other parts of Eu. gy # time wens on and the number of dogs was increased, it became apparent that ' night crimes, even in the wurst quarters of Ghent, almost disappeared. Caoniog rof- fiaus had often contrived to outwit the sol- diery patrol, but these big, swils, silent. footed and sagacious sheep-dogs inspired terror in the most desperate evil doers. The night service of the city ianow made by about one hundred and twenty guards, assisted by fifty or sixty perfectly trained dog police. The city is divided into a hun- dred and twenty sections, ro arranged that man and dog can always connt on their neighbors’ support if occasion should arise. Carefal check is kept upon the men, thas they visit every part of their heat ; but even if the men are inclined to shirk their work, the dogs will keep them up to is. It the night guaids are used by day. they get extra pay, and a corresponding number of hours is taken from their next night wath. Relating the achievements of his dogs, M. Van Wesemeal told of au arrest by one of them pamed Beer. One night Beer came upon five drunken fellows wrecking a saloon on the outskirts of the city. The resolute resistance to the law was feared. Beer's muzzle was removed, and the fine avimal sprang forward without a sound. When the patrol reached the spot, four of the men bad fled, and Beer was clutching the fifth by tha log. The moment the offi- cer appeared, Beer gave up his prisoner, and was off like the wind on the trail of his fugitives. The patrol followed with his prisoner, guided by a series of short, sharp barks. Presently became upon the other four, who had turned at bay and were trying to keep the dauntless Beer from tearing them to pieces. Thoroughly Irightened—sobered eveu—the men offered to give themselves up if Beer were controll- ed and muzzled. Thie was promptly dove though not without a little protest from Beer himself, and the procession started for the central police bureau, with the victo- rions Beer, now at liberty to give vent to his joy, barking and racing round his pris- oners, exactly as if they had been a flock of sheep. Tom is another dog vo less alert. One winter night in a quiet street near the docks he met a man with a sack. Tom was alone at the moment, but as hoth sack and man seemed queer to him, he gave the alarm, repudiating all attempts as anxions conciliation. In a minute or two Tom's colleague came along aud asked about the sack. The explanation being somewhat lame, the man was invited to the police bureau. There he confessed that be had stolen a piece of beef and several dozen eggs liom a small store on the outskirts of the city. Tippo is another terror to huiglers. He is a record racer of great weight and strength, long and lean of fang, a fast swim- mer, a high jamper,aud so daring that not even point-blank revolver-shots will turn him from his duty. He has heen wounded more than once and has parrowly escaped death. Clothes Made of Wood. The old saying of giviog a man a **white pine overcoat,” meaning thereby the cover- 1g piovided by the undertaker, as a last and outside shell, is likely to be realized in a more preotioal way, and for the living, for clothing is now heing made from wood, or, more striotly speaking, wood pulp. The extreme cheapness and durability of clothing wade from this material is a very important item, and will solve the question of cheap clothing for the workingman. For a long time collars, shirts, napkins, table. cloths and other fabrics have been made from the fibre of hemp, though this fibre is scarcely to be called wood, for it is sepa- rated from tne woody matter of the stalk in practically the same manner as is the fi- bre from the flax, but, being course, long- er aud not often used for anything but coarse cloth, bagging, ete. The material for wood clothing is a different process, the wood being ground and masecrated to a pulp and when of proper consistency the mixture ie foreed through holes in iron plates, coming ous in long strings from one-half to one-quarter inch in thickness. While moist these strings are very easily broken, but when dried and tightly twist. ed and then woven into fabrio they become strong, elastic and durable. Ere long the department stores will have wood clothing for ale on their counters, even if merely to show they are keeping up to the times. And thus another and a very large use for timber and lumber looms up, but in this case culls and waste staff can be used, principally pine and spruce. Fortunately for the celerity of our speech, words of seventy syllables are not frequently mes. If they were, most of ns would doabtless walk around rather than through them, aud none would question the discretion of such evasion. The jaw- breakers hereto appended are not recom- mended to general use, nor shonld they he taken in any but homeopathic doses. The first word offered is said to be the longest word in the English language, used often in old plays, and placed in the month of Costard, the clown in ‘‘Love’s Labor's Lost,” act v scene 1, ‘‘Honorificabilititud- initatibuos,”’ The next in ‘Pilgrims of the Rhide,” by Bulwer, ‘‘Amoronthologosphoras.’’ The next from Rabelins, ‘‘Antiperioata- metananaparbengedamphic Ribrationestoo- rdecantinm.”’ The next ia the name of an officer recent- ly in Madrid, Don Juan Nepomucenode Burionagonatoacagageazoecha. The next is a town in the Isle of Mull, “Drimtaidhvrickhillicbattan,”’ Zion City Owes $6,000,000. Announcement was made that Jobn Alexander Dowie, Wilbur Glen Voliva and the other leaders of the Saistian Catholic charoh in Zioo are prepared to na their interests in the industrial affairs of the church to Zion city’s creditors. Hence- forth Zion's factories will be administered by the board of directors consisting of seven members headed by Receiver John C. Hate- ly. The indebtedness of Zion City amounts, it is said, to $6,000,000. ~—Modesty is to merit what shade is to the fignre in a picture—it gives to it force and relief. , ——Those who are striotest with them- selves are generaliy wost lenient to others. ——Men of characters are the conscience of the society to which they belong. upon by |bad a beautiful tonch. men were makinga great uproar, and a|of All Signs Point to a Flat Pocketbook. Once » time there lived & man who Midas and he bad John D. Rockerfeller sleeping in a trundle bed when it came to baving the shiny yellow gold. Bat if King Mide was living shortly before Christmas, 1906, in these beautiful United States of America he would never be troub- led with superfluous flesh, because he would certainly have to go some to provide gold with which to purchase butter and eggs lor the palace. ‘Batter will go to 40 cents a pound be- fore Christmas,” said a well known pro- duce dealer the other day. *'I have receiv- ed word from Pittshurg and Chicago deal- ers that butter is to he higher than for wie] time, ‘Of course, it ie possible to get storage hatter for 32 or 35 cents a ot. Then good grades of oleomargarine cost from 22 to 25 cents a pound. Bat the good old country or fresh butter is going to cost a great deal more than for some time before many weeks. “Strictly fresh will bring 40 cents a dozen in the ot Just think of that ! The man who makes from $1.50 to $2.00 a day can hardly afford to look at an egg. And if be has them (or breakfast Christmas day they'll remind him of replicas of gold pieces. The weather last week was excep- tionally warm, vou know. dropped from 23 cents in Chicago to 19, but the price wens hack again. * There are plenty storage eggs, of course, to last the sea- son. These cost about 30 cents a dozen. Bot the fresh eggs are going to he high.”’ All sigos point to a flat pocketbook. ———— Noble Origin of the Three Balls. The origin of the pawnbrokess’ sign, the three golden balls, is accounted for by hu- mor, legend, and fact. Some early Eng- lish wit said they were used to indicate that the chances were two to one that the articles pledged would never be redeemed. On the other band they are ascribed to the good Saint Nicholas. A vobleman of that city, so the story goes, suddenly becoming poor, found him- self unable to provide for the marriage of his three danghters. The news of his sad plight came to the ears of the saintly Bish- op, who immediately came to the rescue by placing three bags of gold in the uoble- man’s window at night, each bag contain- ing a sufficient dowry for one maiden. The three purses accordingly became the emblem of Saint Nicholas, and when the bankers of Northern Italy took up the bus- iness of lending money, they appropriated if, evidently considering themselves good followers of the generous saint. The fact, however, seems to be thas the three balls were taken from the lower part of the coat of arms of the Dukes of Mediei, from whose dominions she first money lenders emigrated to Evogland. This ex- plains why some of the anvieut pawnbrok- ers used five blue balls ; for the coat of arms in heraldic language is described as five bezants azore. Mark Twain's Kind ot History. That Mark Twain has really hit upon a fresh and vigorous method of narrating his- tory isshown anew, in the instalment of his Autobiography whioh appears in the carrent number of the North American Ie. uiew, in the delightfully inconsequer. yet satisfying wanner in which he tells of his Ancestors ; as : “After Jere Clemen’sifame sn Senator passed away, he was still remembered for twany years on account of another service which he performed. He shot old John Brown's Governor Wise in the hind leg in aduel. However, I am not “very clear about this. It may le that Governor Wise shot him in the bind ley. However, I | don’t think it is important. I think that the only thing that is really important is that ove of them got shot in the hind leg. It wonld buve been better and nobler and more historical and satisfactory if loth of them had got shot in the hind leg— hut it is of no use for me to try to recollect Listo- y. . I vever had a historical mind. Let it go.’ Experiment Kills Ten. As a result of experiments with cholera virus at Billbide prison ten prisoners out of twenty-four who were innoculated have died. The experiments were conducted by Dr. R. P. Strong, of the bureau of seci- ence. The death of the prisoners took place a few days after they were inoculated. It is declared by the investigators thas the fatalities resulted from contamination of the virus with the bubonic plague virus. Cholera virus is in constant use at Manila, aud it has proved beneficial previously. It has been used in Spain in thousands of cases and with excellent results. Governor General Smith in a statement to the public, exonerated Dr. Strong, and declared that the commission would take care of the families of the dead prisoners. ——The late W. H. Reed, of Kansas City, atone time delivered an address to the Missouri State Sunday school conven- tion. After bis address a number of ques- tions were asked him, and one questioner said, I would like to ask “‘Colonel’”’ Reed, ete. Mr. Reed said, “‘I will answer the question though I am not a colonel.” After the question had heen answered the questioner asked, ‘Let me ask how many chimneys there are on your honse 2’ And Mr. Reed answered, “Two.” ‘‘Well,” aid he, “‘in our section if a man lives in a shack they call him captain ; if bis, bouse has one chimney they call bim major ; it it has two we call him colonel ; so you cee I was right after all in the title." Mrs. Gadabont: “My husband is so slipshod. His buttons are forever coming off.” Mr. Grim; ‘‘Perbaps they are notsewed on properly,”’ Mis. Gadabout: “Thats just it. He isso careless with his sewing." ~My son, don’t start a row if yon can help it. Look at the late war. It began in a minute, and see how long it takes to stop it. Observe also that the victors are the most dissatiefied people on earth today. ——— —— Beware of carelessness; no fortune will stand it long. You are on the high road to rain the moment you think your- self rich enough to be —Every man makes his own oppor- tunities, for if he is noprepared or unequal to an opening before him, he bas no pros- pect of success or elevation. pais who io pulled up with the first e prosperi " bend beneath pe ———No wealth is useful save to him who can put it to a good use. A — —— Subscribe for the WaToRMAN. GRE Lad iin
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