Bellefonte, Pa., June 14, 1907.
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AUTUMNN.
Sing asong in the autump, when the hunter
winds his born,
And the fields are golden yellow with the ripen-
ed ears of corn,
And the farmer whistling cheery, makes haste
to store and bin,
The rich, abundant harvest before “Jack
Frost” sets in.
Bing a rong of autumn when the grapes are
hanging high,
In luscious, purple sweetness “eneath the
hazy sky,
And the apple boughs are bending beneath
their rosy load,
And the nuts are falling softly along the coun
try road.
Sing a song of autumn, the houeycombs flow
o'er!
With sweetness golden nectar, the busy bee's
rich store,
Gathered iu summer season from many a flower
that grew,
In the wild and fragrant glory, refreshed with
heaven's bright dew,
Bing a song of autumn, when the twilight early
falls,
And the forest gloom is startled with the cat
bird's plaintive calls,
Beyond yon distant mountain the red sun
sinks away,
Tinting stream and fountain and the piles of
new nown hay.
Sing a song of autumn, when the cattle home-
ward bound,
Beat a muffled tattoo upon the leaf-strewn
ground.
With many a halt and lowing, they reach the
barnyard where—
The harvest moon is showing the milkers wait.
ing there,
Sing asong of autumn, wken darker grows the
night,
The fire is burning brightly, the lamps are all
alight;
The house is warm and cheerful, and hap.
py voices fiil
The rooms where merry dancers come and go
at will,
Sing a song of autumn, when the season's work
is done,
No more evger watching each morrow's coming
sun,
The crops have all been gathered, the fields
from end to end,
Then sing a song of autumn, and sing it to the
end,
—Margaret Cecelia MacBride.
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THROUGH SHAFT 7.
BY LULU JONNSON,
“Ate you positive that this assault
was committed on the evening of
Thursday of last week?” asked the
Judge.
“About 10:30 on that evening,” as-
tented Calman.
“It takes six hours to go from here
to the mine,” pursued the magistrate.
“I can do it In five on Tenny.”
“Not better than that, though. Well,
at 12 o'clock on that night I took a
drink with Beecham, the accused, in
the Golden Crown. Case dismissed un-
til we can find out who did it.”
The judge clambered from the bench,
an elaborate structure of grocery box-
es, aud looked about expectantly, Cal-
man stepped forward,
“1 suggest that the fact that there
reuiiy is a Golden Crown be proved,”
he said genially,
“Motion sustained,” ordered the
Judge, and the entire party retired
across the street to drink with such
others as might already be there at
Calman's expense,
But while the evidence was beyond
question and Calman accepted the ali-
bi, he was none the less convinced that
it was Beecham who had led the at-
tack. Beecham not only bore a bad
reputation, but he deserved it. Ever
since he had come to Silver Springs he
* had headed all the villainy of the little
mining camp, and more than once it
had been remarked that the Lucky
Hole produced a surprisingly large per-
centage of rich ore. No one had ever
been able to prove that this ore came
from other mines than the one to
which it was credited, but suspicion
lay heavy upon Beecham, who worrled
not at all.
For more than a year the Addle-
Etia mine had suffered from the dep-
redations of ore thieves. As the mine
was on the other side of the range, it
was a surprise that Calman should
have charged Beecham with the theft
of the rich ore. It was impossible to
take it over the range, and by the di-
vide it was a good twenty even miles.
re was plenty of richer ore nearer
at hand, yet Calman was positive that
in Beecham he had recognized the man
who had fired at him when an attempt
was made to put the robbers to flight.
There were three marauders in the
party, and they had vanished so mys-
teriously In their retreat that there
were some who ascribed to the disaj
pearance supernatural agencles. It
was not humanly possible to drop out
of sight In the bare, unwooded val
as the robbers had done.
But ghosts have no
and Calman held to a diffe
In which he was upheld
the only woman at the
was the sister of Ned Cl re .
as bookkeeper and stenographer to Cal-
man.
“We'll get them yet,” he
he recounted the result ot the taal
“They are costing us more money ail
of the time, and it will reach a
point where they will cut off the pof-
its. I'm positive that It was
I saw, and yet there were a doze
whom I can believe who saw him
Ing a drink in the saloon not mo
an hour after he was here.
could not have made it a
and yet I'm still convinced that
he at both places.”
dr
n it remains to
ut,” t-
ed. “I was counting on gotilby mar-
made his way so qui
anf .
“We simply must find o
ried this fail, but with the reduction
in the profits I am afraid that we shall
not mnke enough to reach the bonus.”
“I don’t mind waiting, dear,” she said
quietly. “But for the sake of all of
us I want to see the mystery solved,
and it must be solved.”
Several days later Calman, coming
into the office, found a little child in-
stalled there.
“Who's the youngster?’ he asked
carelessly.
“Beecham’s little girl,” she explained.
“She was lost on the mountain. 1
found her with a sprained ankle, cry-
ing her poor little heart out. We must
send her home.”
“Beecham's child!” His volce was
harsh. “Probably spying for her fa-
ther.”
“No, dear.” Ruth laid a gentle hand
on his arm. “Beecham is wrapped up
in the little girl. She is all he cares
for.”
Her pleading won, and late that aft.
ernoon Ruth drove up to the Silver
Springs House with the child beside
her. Already searching parties had
set out, but a gunshot signal brought
them back, and Beecham rather awk-
wardly thanked the girl.
“I'll do as much for you some day,”
he promised, not realizing how soon he
would be called upon to redeem his
pledge.
The following week he brought the
chiid over to see Ruth.
“She's been crying for you,” he ex-
plained, “and I didn't have the heart
to say ‘No’ to her. I know I'm not
welcome here, but Daisy wanted to
see you, so I had to come.”
“I'm glad that you did,” said Ruth
cordially as she took the child in her
arms. Beecham looked on approving-
Iy. There were few women In Silver
Springs as yet, and the little girl sadly
missed feminine care.
Ruth and the child were still romping
when a man came running toward the
office.
“Mr. Calman is hurt!” he cried. “They
az bringing him to the house.”
Ruth dropped the child and sped to-
ward the little cottage where she kept
house for her brother and his friend
Beecham followed more slowly, carry
ing the whimpering child. Calman had
been brought in by the time he arrived
and lay on the bed, white faced, but
uncomplaining. The mine physician
looked grave.
“The leg is badly crushed,” he said.
“We can contrive bandages and splints,
but I must have some things from the
Springs, and I am afraid that they will
come too late. It will be at least ten
hours. By that time it will probably
be necessary to amputate the leg.”
Ruth's despairing cry brought Beech-
am to her side.
“You love him, don't you?” he de
manded.
“We are to be married when he gets
his raise,” she explained.
Beecham looked from her to his lit-
tle girl. Even in that moment Ruth
regarded him curiously, for many
things were to be read In his changing
expression. Then he stretched forth
his hand.
“Give me that iist, Doc,” he demand-
ed, stretching out his hand for the
memorandum the other had prepared.
He darted from the house and ran rap-
idly toward the head of the valley.
An hour later, with torn clothes and
dirt begrimed hands, he was back
again. With the proper dressings Cal-
man was soon made easy, and they
turned to look for Beecham. He and
the little girl were gone.
It was a week before he came again
and Calman was able to see him,
“I'm going away,” he announced. “I
told you that I'd pay back what Miss
Clare did for my little girl, and 1 did.
Now I'll tell you how I did it. You
were right about that ore. But 1 was
in the Golden Crown, just as the judge
sald I was.
“The Lucky Hole backs up on that
abandoned shaft 7. We blasted through
one day. I don't think you realize
how deep 7 shaft runs in. We fixed up
a curtain covered with quartz in case
any one came in, and we used to take
your ore through our tunnel. That's
how I could prove an alibl. I cut off
the big trip to the pass and up the
other side.
“I've made a deed for the Lucky
Hole to your girl. It's to be her wed-
ding present from my little girl, She
had a way the kid liked, and 1 want
her to have the mine. You can fix the
tunnel up so as to take your ore wag-
ons through and cut off the long haul.
That'll be worth something if the
mine itself ain't. Will you shake
hands, Calman? I know I'm an ore
thief and all that, but I'm going to
make a fresh break for the kid's sake.
Will you shake?’
Calman gripped the hand.
“Why not stay here and work
out?’ he asked.
Beecham shook his head.
“I want to get away where they
can't tell the kid about me,” he ex-
plained. “I've got to make a brand
new start. It will help some if I
know that you two are happy and
married. It will be the first of
the new try.”
He turned to Ruth, but did not offer
his hand.
“The kid wanted you to have that,”
he sald, offering a tintype. “She's got
you to thank for this. When I saw
her in your arms I realized that there
were good women in the world, and
the kid has a right to know ‘em.”
He turned abruptly and left the
house, Ruth wa
7 for the last
Gatmans side, but
fn hér eyes for
made it possible that
ways be beside her lover.
Lack of Confidence.
Visitor-~Do they treat you well here?
Prisoner — Generally they does, only
they hurts me feelin's by their lack of
confidence. They won't let me have a
latchkey.
Famous Anagrams,
Of all the extravagances caused by
the anagrammatic fever when
years ago it was at its height, none
comes up to that of a Frenchman
named Andre Pujom, who, discovering
in his name the anagram Pendu &
Riom (the seal of criminal justice in
the province of Auvergne), felt bound
to fulfill his destiny, committed a crime
in Auvergne and was actually hanged
in the place to which the omen point-
ed
Among the papers of William Oldys.
the bibliographer, was found the fol-
lowing anagram on himself:
In word and will I am a friend to you,
And one friend old is worth a hundred
new.
The Father Plerre de &t. Jgouis be-
came a Carmelite monk on finding oun?
that his lay name, Ludovicus Baw
teleml, gave the anagram Carmelo se
devovet, and Sylvester, in dedicating &
translation of Du Bartas to his sover-
eign, made the following anagram:
“James Stuart—A just master.”—
Minneapolis Journal.
Trapping an Elephant.
“Elephants are easily trapped,” said
8 zoo keeper, “very easily trapped and
very easily tamed. The trapper chooses
a spot popular with elephants and digs
a hole five feet deep and twenty feet
square. He surrounds this hole with a
high board fence except In one place,
where he hangs a swing gate. Next he
finds a herd of elephants, chooses the
animal he wants, maddens it and
makes it chase him. The man tears
along on his nag, the elephant thun-
ders close after, and just at the gate-
way the man swerves to the right, but
the elephant, too heavy to swerve.
bangs right on through intc the hole.
He's mad at first, terribly mad. But
they give him no food or drink, they
build around the pit fires of damp
wood that almost suffocate him with
smoke, and they daze and stupefy him
with shouts and banging of brass pans,
The elephant is completely broken and
subdued in three or four days. He
comes forth and follows the trapper
humbly and timidly, with tears in his
eyes.”
A Boy and a Thousand Dollars.
A New York judge gave his son
$1,000, telling him to go to college and
graduate, The son returned at the end
of freshman year without a dollar and
with several ugly habits. At the closc
of the vacation the judge told his son
that he had done all he could for him.
If he had wasted the money that was
to have taken him through college, he
might as well leave home and make his
own way in the world. It was a rude
awakening for the young man, but he
knew that his father was right. And so
strong was the good influence of his
upright father that he did leave home
to go to work in downright earnest.
He went back to college, made his way
through, graduated at the head of his
class, studied law, became governor of
the state of New York, entered the cab-
inet of the president of the United
States and made a record for himself
that the country will not willingly let
die. It was William H. Seward.
A Fish Story.
“Trout protection! Nonsense!” said
a gunner of local eminence. “Trout
are amply able to protect themselves.
Look at their depredations among
ducks, for example, and you will agree
with we tii.t it's the birds that need
protection. It's a common thing for
a trout to jump from the water, seize
a duck by the neck, drag the unfortu-
nate fowl into the depths sufficiently to
leave its feet sticking In the air, where
it can get no purchase upon the uni-
verse, and thus drown it. Then the
trout picks the feathers from the bird,
eats it at its leisure and swims away
out of the jurisdiction of the courts.
Are there any fishermen? None? Too
bad. This would be a match for one
of their fish stories.”—Philadelphia
Record.
English Plum Pudding.
For English plum pudding clean,
wash and dry a pound of currants;
stone a pound of raisins. Mix the cur-
rants, raisins, a pound of suet, chop-
ped fine, three-quarters of a pound of
stale breadcrumbs, a quarter of a pouna
of brown sugar, the grated rind of a
lemon, half a pound of minced candied
orange peel, a quarter of a pound of
flour, half of a grated nutmeg. Beat
five eggs, add to them half a pint of
orange juice, then pour over the dry
ingredients and mix thoroughly. Pack
into greased small kettles or molds.
This will make about six pounds. Boll
ten hours. Serve with hard sauce.
A Carlyle Comment.
A gentleman once happened to visit
Carlyle just after a brilliant man of
genius had left him. As they met at
the door the man of genius said: “I
He is a mere wreck, a mere wreck.”
As the second visitor greeted Carlyle
he remarked, “So you've just had Mr.
—— with you? “Yes,” was the an-
swer of the “mere wreck,” “and he
thinks God Almighty never made such
another!”
The Surprise.
Grandma — Were you surprised to
have me come and visit you? Johnny
—Not so surprised as mamma was.
Grandma—Why, she knew I was com-
ing. Johnny—Yes; what she was sur-
prised at was papa’s language when
she told him about it. — Cleveland
Leader.
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Overcharged.
“Electricity in the atmosphere af-
fects your system,” said the doctor.
“Yes,” said the patient, who had paid
$10 for two visits, “there are times
when one feels overcharged.”
Every nation mocks at other nations,
and all are right.—Schopenhauer.
have just been visiting poor Carlyle. ity.
THE MOON'S VOLCANOES.
Sauses of the Gigantic Craters and
Great Fissure Eruptions.
It is evident to any one who glances
apward at the moon that its volcanoes
are on an immensely larger scale than
those which stud our globe. One ex-
planation, now abandoned, is that the
force of gravitation being there only
one-sixth that of the earth the matter
expelled from a crater would be spread
far more widely, and explosions would
be generally on a far more magnificent
scale. Professor Pickering quotes this
theory only to refute it in some com-
parisons which he made between the
great volcanle region of Hawall and
one of the smaller craters of the moon.
The facts seem to him to be that the
larger craters on the moon came into
existence when the thin, solid crust
covering the molten interior was, ow-
ing to the solidification and contraction
of the crust, much too small to contain
the liquid material. The craters were
therefore formed by the lava bursting
through the crust and so relieving the
pressure. Later, after this rellef had
been found and the crust had thicken-
ed, the interior regions by cooling
shrank away from the solid shell,
which was now too large and, being
insufficiently supported, caved in, per-
mitting the great fissure eruptions
which produced the so called lunar
seas. These extensive outflows of lava
dissolved the original solid shell when-
ever they came Into contact with it,
much as they do in the present day in
Hawaii. Had the moon been much
smaller these eruptions might not have
occurred at all, and if the moon had
been much larger their relative size
would have been greater. Most proba-
bly on the earth similar outbursts were
greater, and our original gigantic cra-
ters were destroyed by the outflow of
the earlier archaic rocks which com-
pletely submerged and dissolved them,
—London Post.
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THE ESKIMO BABY.
How the Little One Is Carried and
Cared For by the Mother.
The arrival in the world of the
youthful Eskimo is not greeted by
the orthodox cradle and swaddling
clothes. Practically till he can shift
for himself he lives absolutely naked
inside his mother's sealskin blouse,
skin to skin keeping him warm.
This arrangement allows the mother
to go about her work almost imme-
diately, and she can also travel and
hunt without a perambulator and
without having to leave any one at
home to “mind” the baby. The moth-
er's dress is almost exactly like the
father’s, except that it has a long sort
of tail reaching nearly to the ground,
embryo, no doubt, of the modern
“train.”
Spared the miseries of soap and
water and early weaned to the readily
swallowed diet of blubber and raw
seal meat, the infant rapidly develops
that invaluable layer of subcutaneous
fat which, while It enhances the “Jol-
Iy” appearance of the lads and the
shapeliness of the maidens, assists ma-
terially in economy in clothing.
Thus in their frigid clime, once In
their skin tent, the whole family will
divest themselves of every stitch of
clothing, unembarrassed by the fact
that so many families share the tent
with them. Sociability is early devel-
oped when one's next door neighbor
on each side is only separated by an
imaginary line between the deerskin
you sleep on and the one he uses. The
winter deerskin serves as bed and
bedding at night and as parlor furni-
ture during the day. Community of
goods is almost imperative under this
arrangement. Thus when one kills a
seal all are fed, and likewise when
he doesn't all go hungry together.—
American Missionary.
Magnetic Mediums.
“You've got a pretty bad headache,
sir, haven't you?’ asked the barber,
giving a dry shampoo.
“That's just what's bothering me,”
replied the man in the chair. “But
how did you know?” .
“Tell it by my wrists and hands,”
explained the barber. “You and I are
what they'd call magnetic mediums.
And the electricity in my fingers takes
the pain out of your head. But I get
It. That's why I know. My hands are
aching now. 1 don't often strike a
customer like you, however, or I'd
have to go out of business. I'll bet my
arms ache for a half hour after you're
gone.”"—New York Post,
Very Imposing.
“How was it Dr. Knowit got such
a big fee from Talkative?”
“Because when he was called to at-
tend Mrs. Talkative for a slight nerv-
ous trouble he told her she had an
acute attack of inflammatory verbos-
”
“Well?”
“And recommended absolute quiet
as the only means of averting parox-
ysms of cacaothes loquendi. She's
scared dumb.”—Baltimore American.
An Accomplished Youth.
“Well, Freddie, I suppose you have
learned to read by this time?”
“Yes,” said Freddie,
“Words of one syllable, eh?”
“Not yet, sir,” said Freddie, “but 1
30 Yea] Wola of one letter with my
A Hard Lesson.
eye.”
Bobby's Uncle—Well, Bobby, what
you learning in school? Bobby—
learnin’ what a chump I was for
startin’ in.—New Orleans Times-
Democrat.
Remember this—that a very little Is
needed to make a happy life.—Marcus
‘Aurelius.
The hour which gives us life begins
to take It away.—Seneca.
we ATI I
INDIAN LODGES.
Homes of the Savages In the Days of
the Buffalo.
While in buffalo days some of the
wild Indians of the plains occupied per-
manent dwellings during a part of the i
year, there were others who lived whol-
Iy In movable lodges.
These were made of buffalo skins |
tanned white and sewed together. They
were of different sizes, the poor occu-
pying smaller lodges, while the wealthy
man, he who owned many horses, very
likely had a large family and required |
a larger lodge. The size of a man's
lodge was to some extent an Indication
of his wealth, Two horses were need- |
ed to drag the poles of a large lodge |
and one to carry the lodge itself, three
horses for the transportation of the
dwelling alone, to say nothing of the
other property and the different mem-
bers of the family. i
A lodge of moderate size required |
eleven skins, and eighteen poles were |
needed to set it up. A sixteen skin |
lodge required twenty-two poles. The |
larger the lodge the greater was the
number of poles needed. From the |
fact that they used an unugual number
of poles in setting up their lodges it re- |
sulted that the Cheyennes had well
stretched, nice looking lodges.
The northern Cheyennes declare that |
an odd number of hides was always |
used for the best lodges, and the num- |
ber might range from eleven to twenty- |
one. The skins were sewed together |
with sinew thread. First, of course, |
the hides must be tanned, the hair re- |
moved and the skin softened. Then |
the Cheyenne woman held a sewing |
bee which was not unlike the bees |
of our ancestors In the early days of |
this country. She invited her friends |
to come and help her sew her lodge |
and provided them with refreshments, |
Among them was always one woman |
especially skillful in cutting out the |
lodges, and she fitted the skins together
before the women began to sew them. |
—Forest and Stream. {
HOLDING A CAMERA. |
Some Practical Suggestions to the Be-
ginner In Photogrz_ hy.
One of the most important lessons
for a beginner to learn is to hold the
camera in the proper position during
exposure. Whenever there are corners
of buildings or other objects which
give vertical lines the camera must be
held absolutely level. If this is not
done, the building in the picture will
appear to be falling either backward
or forward, according to the way in
which the camera was tilted.
There are times, however, when the
camera may be tilted to an advantage,
In some cases it is an absolute neces-
sity. For example, in photographs of
clouds, waterfalls, balloons, ote. the
camera may point upward, while in
taking pictures of people swimming
or bathing, children at work or play.
ete, it may be pointed downward.
Very successful photographs of
prominent speakers, parades, crowds,
etc, have been taken when the camera
was upside down. It makes no differ-
ence in the negative whether the cam-
era Is right side up or not. By holding
the camera in the way suggested many
a photographer has secured good pic-
tures, while others who tried to use
the camera in the usual way made ab-
solute failures,
Often by holding the camera by the
side of the body and pointing it back-
ward one may secure pictures of chil-
dren at play and of older people in
natural poses without the knowledge
of any members of the group.
Another warning to beginners is nec-
essary. Do not try to take a time ex-
posure while holding the camera in the
hand. Even if the camera is held
against the breast and respiration stop-
ped the action of the heart is sufficient
to cause the box to vibrate and spoil
the picture.—Circle Magazine.
Stripped at the Law.
Dickens describes In his novel
“Bleak House” the woes of those who
were involved in suits in the chancery
court and the delays to which they
were subjected before the English ju-
diclal procedure was reformed. Tradl-
tion says that an artist once represent-
ed the same idea in much less space.
Two suitors in chancery, being recon-
ciled to each other after a very tedious
and expensive suit, applied to him to
paint a device in commemoration of
their return to peace and amity. He
gave them entire satisfaction by paint-
ing them Ia the act of shaking hands—
one clad in his shirt, the other without
even that,
Wants More Than Beauty.
The modern Englishman has more
cool common sense than his great-
grandfather. A beautiful woman at-
tracts his eye, and he may have a pass-
ing fascination, but that feeling is only
a transient one unless Miss Beauty has
other recommendations. If he cannot
get beauty combined with usefulness,
he goes in for plainness.—London Wo-
men’s Life.
Close Application.
“Now that you are about to go to
college, my son, let me enjoin upon
you to bear in mind one thing.”
“What is that, dad?”
“It Is this, my boy—the greatest re-
sults are always achieved by close ap-
plication.” >
“Why, dad, you talk just like a por-
ous plaster.”—Stray Stories,
Yes, Indeed.
A man may have a heart big enough
to love two women at one time, but he
ought to have more head.—Smart Set.
A dwarf sees farther than the giant
when he has the giant's shoulders to
mount on.—Coleridge.
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Rats Are Ivory Experts.
The Ivory dealer pointed to a half
lozen rats gnawing among the yellow
heaps of tusks and ivory fragments in
the gaorret.
“They are quite tame, you see,” he
sald. “Why shouldn't they be so? The
fact is, they are on my payroll. They
work for me. Their wages are a pound
of cheese and a loaf of bread a week.’
“Ivory dealers like rats, for rats are
Ivory’s best judges, and without their
help we should often want a higher
| price for a bad tusk than for a fine
one.”
He took a fragment of ivory from
the floor and pointed to certain small
furrows in its surface.
“The rats did that,” he said. “Those
furrows are a proof of the ivory's ex-
cellence. Rats gnaw the ivory that
contains animal glue, or gelatin, a
substance of which they are fond. And
this substance it is that makes ivory
excellent, yet a mere man can't tell
whether a tusk contains it or not. The
rats can tell. They are ivory experts.”
—New Orleans Times-Democrat.
There Would Be a Vacancy.
“Genius is never appreciated in the
lifetime of the man who possesses it,”
sald the poet disconsolately. “Milton,
Shakespeare and all the other men who
have made our literature what it fs—
how much were they esteemed when
alive?’
“Cheer up, my boy!" said his easy
going friend, who had no soul for sen-
timent. “You'll be appreciated some
day.”
“Tablets have been put on the houses
where they spent most of their lives,
but that is of no moment to them. I
wonder whether even that will be done
for me? I suppose not. I shall leave
no vacant place.”
“Yes, you will. I can see the in-
scription in my mind's eye now.”
“And what do you think will be ir
scribed upon it?" asked the poe
brightening up a little.
“ ‘Rooms to Let,” replied his friend.
And the poet pined away.—Pearson’s
Weekly,
The Worst of Education.
When the new and the old school
meet, there is likely to be a clash of
opinions, and so the miller. Brown,
found the other day whe Farmer
Jackson sent his young son ross to
the mill with a sack of corn ich he
wished ground into meal. 1 :e the
miller, the mill was of the old, (eisure-
ly school, and only a tiny stream of
meal trickled owt. The young man
waxed impatient.
“What a mill!” he said, with scorn.
“Why, I could eat the meal quicker
than this ramshackle old concern of
yours can grind it!”
“Aye,” said Miller Brown, “but how
long couldst keep it up, lad?”
“Till T starved!” was the trenchant
answer.
And when Miller Brown had puzzled
out the Inwardness of the remark he
concluded that lads nowadays were
“gettin’ a power too sharp wi' their
tongues."— London Express.
The Scotch Sabbath,
An English artist, traveling profes-
sionally through Scotland, bad ocea-
gion to remain over Sunday in a small
town In the north. To while away the
time he walked out a short way in the
environs, where the picturesque ruin
of a castle met his eye. He asked a
countryman who was passing to be
80 good as to tell him the name of the
castle. The reply was somewhat start-
ling. “It's no’ the day to be asking sic
things!"
Another good story of Scottish ob-
servance of the Sabbath is told by a
clergyman. “A minister of the kirk
declared in public that at a country
hotel he wished the window raised
so that he might get some fresh air,
but the landlady would not allow fit,
saying, ‘Ye can hae no fresh air here
on the Sawbeth.’”
The Way to Wareham.
Some young women in England have
begun to dress out and out like men.
They wear a long coat cut like a hunt-
ing coat, a cap, riding breeches and top
boots. It is a handsome costume, and
it is not immodest, but undoubtedly it
attracts a good deal of attention. They
have been telling in London a story
about a girl who adopted this riding
rig. Pulling up her horse one after-
noon, she said to an artisan who was
passing, “Can you tell me if this is
the way to Wareham?’ The man look-
ed her over carefully, then he touched
his cap in a respectful manner and re-
plied, “Yes, miss, yes—you seem to
‘ave got ‘em on all right.”
How Bismarck Kept Up Steam.
In the evening I went to Bismarck's
house. I was placed upon the sofa in
front of a table covered with teacups
and bottles of beer and also with her-
rings and oysters. His new highness
(Bismarck) speedily arrived and sat
down by me. He began by consuming
innumerable oysters, herrings and ham
and drank beer with soda water.—
Hohenlohe Memoirs.
His Great Failing.
“He's a good friend of yours, isn't
he?”
“Ob, only medium.”
“What do you mean by medium?”
“Oh, he listens while I tell him al
of my troubles, but he also wants me
to listen while he tells me all of his.”
—London Telegraph.
A Good Deal Worse.
“I had to walk the floor all night
With the baby. Can you think of any.
thing worse than that?”
“Yes; you might have married out
in Greenland, where the nights are six
months long.”
There is nothing commonplace which
could not be made to appear humorous
it quaintly expresszed.—Goethe.