I'm gettin’ old—1 know— It seems so long ago— 50 long since John was here! He went so young!—our Jim 'S as oid now "most as him— Close on to thirty year"! I know I'm gettin’ old— 1 know I'm gettin’ old— From time "at first frost flies— Seems like—since John was here— Winters is more severe; And winter [ despise! And yet, it seems, some days, John's here, with his odd ways Comes soon-like from the corn- Field, eallin® “Mother” at Me—liked he called me that Even ‘for Jim was born! When Jim come—( La! how good Was all the peighborhood!— And Doctor!—when | heerd Him joke John, kind o' low, And sav: Yes, folks could go— “Pa” needn't be afeared!) When Jim come—John says—' e— A-bendin, over me And baby in the bed— And jes us three—says 'e, “Our litle family!” And that was all he said. And cried jes like a child! — Kissed me again, and smiled, ‘Cause | was cryin, (00, (And here 1am again A-cryin’ same as then— Yet happy through and through!) The old home 's most in mind And joys long left behind! Jim's little h'ist'n’ crawl Acrost the floor to where John set a rockin’ there! (I'm gittin' old—that's all!) I'm gittin' old—no doubt!— (Healthy is all git-out!) But, strangest thing | do— 1 ery so easy now— I ery jes anyhow The fool-tears wants me tol But Jim he won't be told ‘At “Mother's gettin’ old! Hugged me, he did, and smiled This morning, and bragged *‘shore” He loved me even more Than when he was a child! That's his way; but ef John Was here now, lookin' on, . He'd shorely know and see; “But, ‘Mother s'pect he'd say, ‘8'pose you air gittin’ gray, You're younger yet than me!" I'm gitten’ old—because Our youug days, like they was, Keeps comin’ back —#0 clear, ‘At little Jim, once more, Come h'istin' crost the floor Fer John's old rockin'-cheer! Oh, beautitnl—to be A-gittin’ old, like me! Hey, Jim! Come in now, Jim? Your supper’s ready, dear! (How more, every year, He looks and acts like him!) —James Whitcomb Riley, in October Century. A HALLOWE'EN BARN FROLIC. The vew baru was completed aud she idea of having a Haliowe'vu Baru Frolie suggested wsell 10 a country club. Some paper that resembled calico was found aud she iuvitatious were written upon it. “Is 18 to be an Eighieenth Censury Hallowe'en,’ said one of she club. A olause in each invitation suggested that the guests wear wob-caps of calico and gowns to match. The decorations were beautiful. Pamp- kin heads with caudles ivside were wired in sharply graduated rows from besom brooms, which were borizostally swung from ceilings. The jack-o’-ianterus, vary- iog from very swall w quite large, were wired all along the bhaudies of the besoms with particularly buppy effect. Huge bats coustruoted of brown cheese- cloth, whalebone aud coston- batting soared uncannily amoug the brooms, A briguter ligut was farnished by one of the carnage lamps shrouded in Autumn leaves. Floors of the lofts and passage- ways were strewn with liagrant clover bay aud aired aud warmed by the iusroduction of a couple of coal stoves. In curners and under the bales of straw or fodder corn were hidden quantities of nuts of d:fferens kinds for which the guests searched 10 vdd moments between games, both as refreshwens us well as for the time- honored divinatious. Among these were a small number of Eoglish waluuts which were found to con- sain amusiug “‘fortunes’’ written on tissue paper (which is easily compressed 10to the small space of the nutshell) and so worded shat they might apply to either a mau or a enest 408, a0 i th 0 get she fun into swing they played the never-to be-sarpassed indy iy iy per; but in this case with a pleasant in- novation, the invention of the present en- sertainers. It was called Double Puss be- Sho pias with partners, instead of in way Where there is an orchestra, however small, it can be played with music, the couples, as well as Pues going in searoh of corners to the strains of two-step or waltz. FIRE 0' LOVE An ancient but pow listle-practised divi- pation called the Fire o’ Love was next ar- ranged to amuse the assemblage. For this a large wooden washtub filled with water was baled npon the scene. Each lady in the company was given a slip of on which to write her own bame. papers were iwisted so as to hold together aod were thrown upon the water. At the same time a hall-inch of candle-end, at tached to a small-sized le cork was lighted and placed (cork side down) in she water. A blast from a palm-leaf fan oreat- ed a mimic squall in the sub, doring which the candle-end floated hither and shisher, setting fire to most of the name papers. At the end of three minutes she candle was re- moved and any papers remaining intact where opened. The persous whose pames were discovered on these would never feel the fire of love, it was prophesied, and cou- sequently would never marry. "The warn of the gentlemen was then in order. Each man preseat wrote bis name goa slip of paper snd she fun continued as ore, A very old aud very picturesque Nut. Crack Night ceremony, that of fortune- telling by the kalestock or cabbage plant was imitated in av awusing frolic which followed the fire test. top of each a few leaves For shis, a number of country cabbages, root and all, to make place for a piece were written quotations worm- A haodfal of quotations will serve to illussrate the possibilities of these fortune slips. To see her is to love her And love bat her forever. Bunws. The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, strength and skill. A perfect woman, nobly planned, To , to comfort, and command. Wanswonrs, A lady so richly ciad as she— Beautiful exceedingly. Covemiver. Framed in the prodigslity of nature, SHAKESPEARE. A soldier Full of strange oaths and bearded like the Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quar rel, Seeking the bubble Reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. SHAKESPEARE, A rosebud set with little wilful thorns. Texxysox. So his life has flowed From its mysterious urn ao sacred stream In whose ealm depth the beautiful and pure Alone are mirror'd. Lavrounp, Half the cahbages, those containing de- soriptions of the men were planted ou the right side of the baru, those describing women ou the left. One hy one, the company donned light wraps and stole silently out into the orisp October night bashed 10 soft auntnmoal moonlight, to choose a kalestook aud pull it Returning indoos the celebrant search- ed for the cuncealed fursune promi<ed, found the hidden leaf aud read in the verbal por- trait is furnished a description of his or ber ‘‘futare.”’ Where the genuine cabbage stalks are hard to secure, very presty imitation ones can be fashioned from two shades of green tissue paper aud pliable wire. Towards the middle of the evening a lond kvocking cawe on the door of the barn. When the door was opened, a tall and very striking-looking gipsy, olothed in weather-beaten garments a decorated with heavy jewelry made of coius, stood revealed In afew words the gipsy explained that she bad become separated by night-fall from the rest of her caravan, and besought shelter. Iu return for this boon she offered to read the forsunes of all desiring is, by the gipsy method of she saucers. Seated on the wsiraw, she quickly ar- ranged io front of her a little row of sau- cers, each of which contained a different ohjeos, material or substance. One of tl e plates contained a fragment of moss, another a bit of red cloth, a third a morsel of blue material, others, respective: 1,, a spray of thorn, an end of heavy cord tied in a double knot, a little clear water, and a forked swig. One hy one the men and girls knelt he fore the saucers with closed eyes while the Bobemian incavted. Then the right baud was extended =o as to touch a sanoer. If the saucer containing the moss was wouched it meant wealth—a bed of luxury in the fature. If the anlucky individual bappeutd upon the plate containing the thorn, au unhappy love affair, unrequited love or a rejected offer of marriage was plainly presaged. Tue red cloth stood for the military profession. In the case of a boy this might he a soldierly career, o that of a man with career already de- cided, the daugbter of a military wan as wife, or a dangerous rival among the of- ficers of the army. The blue cloth had the same reference with regard to the navy. The forked stick meant marriage with a widow or widower. The clear water un- wedded bliss. The double knots indicated approaching marriage or secret engage- mens. In mauy cases so unmistakably did the gipsy charm guide the hand of the fate seeker to the proper dish that the inter- retations of the gipsy were received with rrepressible laughter and acclamation on the part of the audience. \ Ano her frolic, borrowed for its piotur- esqueness fiom Hallowe'en ceremonies of long ago, divination by the mirror and ap- ple. Anyone wishiug to tess this rite was given au apple aud was sent aloug a dimly lighted corridor, as the end of which bung a minor 80 placed tbat the moonlight tm- parted to it a faint radiance. Before this the fate-seeker stood and slowly ate she apple, over which a charm bad previously been repeated, and while doing so searched the looking glass. Many of she girls, thanks to a hint furnished by the entertainers to some of the young men of the gathering, did verily see ‘‘Mr. Right’’ smiling ous of the glass upon them. Another ancient bit of sorcery was that of the mystic yarn. The committee furnished a large ball of worsted which any girl in the party was allowed to cany unpeiceived to another part of the baild- ing. Slowly raveling it upon the floor she walked back wards winding the end held in the bands into a smaller ball, repeating at the same time the mystic worde:— Slowly the mystic yarn, I wind, I wind, One voice to hear, one heart to find. The legend of the rite runs that a maid- en so questioning the future will soon feel someone holding the end of the worsted, and on inquiring who is so doing will learn in a whisper, the name of her future hus- band. The maiden while winding the yarn must keep her eyes closed or she mystic inflaences will refuse to co-operate with her. “Tipped off’’ by members of the com- mittee the smitten ones of the masculine contingens contrived to be in the ball as the proper time to seize the thread and re- ply—wish d tfully eerie results. Ab the r, served upon boards stretched on trestles a new and very at- tractive featare—the fortuue-teiling can- dles—was introduced. In froot of each guest, when the com- pany took their seats, stood a lighted can- dle, over the surface of which were pasted tiny gummed Iabels on which numbers bad been stamped. At a certain ut in the feast the candles were ex by re- quest, and esch man or girl in turn an- noanced she namber nearest to which the flame bad come without destroying is. Consulting a yeaa blank Sook with cover appropriately decorated wish insignia of the black art, one of the committee read aloud she significance of each number. All the numbers were different, and each was identified with something of interest. The secres of the reading was thas, io ad- vance of the entertainment, one candle of exactly the same make as those employed had been burned and timed. Knowing at exactly what point the tapers would be ex- bad been secured. From the | paste & number upon this line and had been removed | tify of green tissae- | book which told an interesting tale, paper. Oo half the number of these papers ai! kinds of concerning en; on the remainder, desoriptions of “all | tor. soris and conditions of men.” | the water, aod in addition to being a pres- romantic facts were read in and would like to know, the way to take care of nie should be kept in a broad mouthed glass vessel —one with straight sides is best— which should always be nearly full of wa- ter. A few shells and a small yuativiny of gravel should be pat into the vessel. Ibis a good plan, tou, to keep a piece of water- weed in the jar. Is will grow floating on ty bis of ornamentation, is will help to wake the fish feel at home. Besides, they will like to nibble as is, and it is good for Many porsons are in the babit of drop- ping bread-crumbs in the water for the fish to eat, bus that is very bad for them, as the bread quickly sours, making the water sour too. Prepared fish food can be hooght at all snimal stores, and at most grocery stores, and this should be given to the little creatures every day or two. The water in the aguariom should be changed at least twice a week, and 1b should he siphoned ous, not poured. The hest way to do shis is to use a piece of rah- ber subivg about balf a yard long. Put one end in the water and the other end in your mouth. After sucking the water part way up the suhing—bat not all the way, mind—grasp the tube tightly between your thumb and finger, take the end ous of your mouth, , still holding is tightly drop is into the vessel into which the water is to he drain: ed, which should he set on a lower level than the fish-jar. The water will begin at onoe to flow, and will continue to do so an long as the drain end of the tube is kept lower than the end in the jar. Be careful not to draw all the water out before yon begin to let the fresh water run in, or the poor little fish will die from suffocation. Remember thas they can no more live out of water than you oonld live in it. Tobacco Worth $3 a Pound. The economic importance of the Suma- tra leaf in the Awerioan cigar industry may be jodged from the fact that though the manufacturer pays for it $3 50 to $5 a pound, the cigar trade used of it in the census year, 5,000,000 pounds. As Penn sylvania makes ouve.fourth of the national cigar outputs her proportion of the Sumatra import may be fairly estimated to cost her cigar makers $5,000 000 annually. A few years ago Florida growers found that by shading plants grown on sandy soil from Saomatra seed a very high qualisy wrapper leaf could be obtained. Professor William Frear of The Penosylvania State College Agricultral Experiments Station, working in co-operation with the Lancaster Couusy Tohacoo Growers’ Society, is con- ducting a series of experiments on the sandy loam soil of northern Lancaster County. These experiments supported by small state appropriation bave resulted in three successive crops of a thio, fine veined glossy leaf yielding 1,000 so 1,200 poands peracre ata cost not exceeding $1 per pound for she swetted and sorted leaf, and {air samples of these crops have been valued by manufacturers at Fy 75 wo $3.50 per pound. While these results have hereto- fore not been extensively advertised lest the prodaot of a single season prove abnor- mally excellent and while further experi ment ix desirable to improve the anifoi- mity and productive capacity of leaves, it seems now to be proven that Pennsylvania oan produce this very high-priced product and save a portion of the money that ha« been paid out for imports. : Winter Wheat Varieties. Asa result of continued experiments with wheas the Penneylvania Experiment Station ays : 1. Theie is no relation between straw yield and grain yield in wheat. 2. Novingle variesy of wheat can be pointed out as the best. The best variety of one season may be among the poorest of another, aud vice versa. 3 Long year averages seem best for de- termining vanesy qualities. Taking yield as a basis she five best varieties for condi- sions as they exist as the Station farm are : Faleaster, Cliina, Royal Red Clawson, Reli- able, and Dawson's Golden Chaff. 4. The yield of wheat in Pennsylvania is too low. Good varieties and attention tec the management of she cultnre of the crop will greatly aid in securing more wheat and greater profits. 5. No specific date for sowing wheat can be given. Too early or too late sow- ing should not he practiced. There is a rather long intermediate season during which wheat may he sown with likelihood of good resalts. ——A fish which feeds on mosquito larvee ie reported from Australia. This fish, known to science as pseu domugil signifer, and popularly known as ‘‘blue-eye,’’ owing to the brilliant hlue color of its iris, be- longs to the family of athorinides, a small carnivorous fish found in both ocean and tivers, The blue-eye is a very small fish, atout two inches long, and is generally found in shallow water. It is said that the Italian government is much interested in this master and is importing 8 number of the fish to test their efficiency as larva destroyers in swamps and marshes. The conditions under which we live and work bave made the American people a na- tion of pill users. Naturally many pills are put on the market that are simply made to meet the requirements of those to whom any pill is a pill, aud one pill as good as another. Bas there is even in pills, and at the front of this pill stand Dr. Pierce's Pleasant Pellets, a sci- entific medicine which cures constipation, and cores is permanently. ——1n the race for popularity truth is the hare and flattery is the tortoise. — Business is bosiness for those who mind their own husiness. — When a man earns his money be never has any to barn. ~The annual fish catch of England is valued at $53 960,000. ———8oap has been known to the world for 3000 years. ~ A mouse seldom lives longer than three years. ——Fast fricuds should be slow to dis- agree. Leute bas 300,000 one-room dwell- of Timothy Portley, the one in which he stands among a group of packing house employees in high boots, trousers and woolen shirt, the other in which he Is dressed in the height of fashion, his natural florid complexion subdued by the artist. The first was Tim Portley, butcher. The second is Timothy Portley, multimil- lionaire. He would give a thousand dollars for each of the group pictures to burn them. Portley lived most of the year In his country place twenty miles from the city. Time was when he hadn't a nickel to take him, tired and hungry. home from his work in the evening. Now there are express trains running T =n are two pictures extant DAISY WAS ENOCKED TO A DISTANCE OF TWENTY FEET. past his place to the city, but they are not good enough, certainly not fast enough, for him. He has his own au- tomobile, capable of making a mile a minute, and it has often taken him from his house to his office in half an hour. The Arlington turnpike furnished a direct line between Mr. Portley’s house and his office, and on that pike is a straight plece of road over which he gave his chauffeur orders to make fifty miles an hour. At a quarter past 10 every week day morning and a quar- ter past 4 in the evening, the hours of Mr. Portley's passage, the farmers liv- ing on this stretch of road were oblig- ed to stop work to see that there were no children or stock in the way. Amos Green lost a horse and Joseph Briggs a cow. In both these cases Mr. Portley gat in his ear, was handed a check book by his secretary, filled out checks for double the amount claimed by the owners of the stock, tossed them at the farmers. and as the papers fluttered to the ground to be picked up by the pay- ees the payer dashed away. The next thing to fall under Mr. Portley’z juggersaut was something that could not be paid for In money. Dalsy Burton, fourteen years old, was crossing the road when she heard the gquawk of a horn and saw Mr. Port- ley's automobile coming. She turned back, but, seeing the automobile turn- ing in the same direction, started again to cross. The automobile changed its course at the same time. It had slow- ed down, but could not be stopped In time to prevent a collision. Daisy was knocked to a distance of twenty feet. where she lay in a heap. Mr. Portlev took in the situation and ordered his chauffeur to drive on. A cloud of dust marked his going, and a crowd of in- dignant countrymen, among whom stood the father of the child, shaking his fist at the retreating automobilist. marked the scene of the accident. Hiram Perkins, a middle aged, weather beaten farmer, whose skin hung loose in grooves on his face and neck, lived on the next farm to the Burtons. The only thing in the world he loved was Daisy. From the time she could toddle across the fields be- tween his and her father's house he bad made a pet of her. While her fa- ther was shaking his fist at Portley Perkins picked up the girl, covered with dust and blood, and carried her into her home. There he bent over her and groaned. When she opened her eyes and looked at him with a faint attempt at a smile he dashed out of the house, mounted a horse and gal- loped away for a doctor. The only inconvenience it occasioned Mr. Portley was having to take the train every morning to the city instead of his automobile. He dared not go over the Arlington pike till the dam- age had been psid, and there was no other direct road to town. Farmer Burton did rot come at once to a frame of mind to accept money for the injury to his child, and it was some time be- fore the matter was settled. Meanwhile the farmers living on the plke discussed the situation. Daisy would be crippled for life. Must they continue to risk the same misfortune or worse for their children? There was a state law regulating the speed of automobiles, but there was no one whose duty it was to enforce it, nor was there any hope of its being en- forced. While the others talked there was one man who thought. Hiram Perkins did not recover from having seen his little pet made a cripple. He resolved that Portley’s automobile should never pass his place again. But how was he to prevent it? By means of the law? Portiey's pocketbook was mightier than the law. Dig a trench across the road and mask it? That would be murder. One day Hiram read an ad- | vertisement of the sale of government —:.- condemned goods. This gave him an Wea, and his idea grew to a plan. At a quarter past 10 on the morning after Farmer Burton had signed an fnstrument acknowledging full indem- nity for the injury done his daughter and had received his check Mr. Port- ley’s automobile came down the road at its accustomed speed. As it ap- proached Hiram Perkins’ farm Mr. Portley heard a crackling noise and saw smoke ahead. “What's that?’ he asked of his chauffeur. “looks as If soldiers were firing across the road,” replied the chauf- feur, slowing up. At reduced speed they approached the firing. It was on Hiram Perkins’ ground. He had mounted a rapid fire gun of an obsolete pattern on a pile of stones four feet from the ground, with its muzzle pointed at a target set up across the road. Hiram was lazily turning the crank. “Hey, you old fool! velled Mr. Portley. Hiram ceased turning his crank and looked at the automobilist. “Why, no; 1 reckon not,” he replied. “I'm only shootin’ at a mark.” “Go on, Pete,” sald Mr. Portley to his chauffeur. The automobile gave a few prelimi- nary puffs, and Perkins began again to turn his crank, sending a storm of bullets across the road. The chauffeur shut off in a hurry. “What do you mean,” roared Port- ley, “by monopolizing the road in that fashion?” “Who's munopolizin’ the road?’ ask- ed Hiram, ceasing to turn the crank. “You; firing that thing across it.’ “I'm shootin’ at a mark peaceable. I own twenty acres on tiis side and eighty on the other side. Reckon I've got a right to do what I please on my own property.” “You haven't a right to obstruct the road.” “I ain't touchin’ the road.” Portley was puzzled, but only for a moment. He was sure of the farmer's motive. “How much do you want to stop your practicing when 1 want to pass your farm?’ There was a world of calm intensity in Hiram’s tone and manner as he re- plied: “You hain’'t got money enough to stop my practicin’ at any time.” Mr. Portley refrained from further argument. He felt sure that If he couldn't buy his way from the farmer he could buy it through a lawyer. He gave orders to his chauffeur to turn and hurried back In no good humor to take another road, doubling the dis- tance to the city. On reaching it he went straight to his lawyer's office, told how Hiram Perkins was monopo- lizing the highway and asked how he should proceed. “There's no law,” said the lawyer, “to prevent a man firing on his own property, even If the highway runs through it.” “What! No law to keep him from shooting me as I pass his farm?’ “If he shoots vou intentionally, it's murder; if unintentionally, you have an action for damages." “1 don't want no damages after I'm dead!” exclaimed Mr. Portley. in his irritation dropping Into the double negative of his earlier years. “The only way I see out of it.” the lawyer went on, looking at the ceiling thoughtfully, “is to meet what I am Are you crazy?” “HEY, YOU OLD FOOL, ASKED MBE. satisfied is a bluff with a bluff. When you come to this man's farm again go right on very slowly. He won't dare kill you.” “If any man can bluff Tim Portley,” sald the multimillionaire, rising, with a scowl and a firmly set jaw, “he's welcome to do so.” When Portley returned in the after- noon on his accustomed route, ap- proaching Perkins’ farm he again heard the rattle of rapid fire. He ordered his chauffeur to slow down and when within a hundred feet of the line of fire to creep. Hiram was turning the crank of his gun. “If you kiil me” cried Portley. “you'll be hanged for murder.” “1 hain’t a-tryin’ to kill nobody. The law don't hold me responsible for them as commits suicide by runnin’ up ag’in a gun a man's practicin’ at a mark with.” The machine crept on. Hiram pulled his broed brimmed hat over the eye nearest the comer so as to obstruct his view toward the automobile and went on turning. When it crept into view he turned his back so that he couldn't see. The automobile came to within a few yards of the passing bullets and stopped. “Go on!" roared Portley to his chauf- ARE YOU CRAZY? PORTLEY. ia re 9 og mb AT § ‘ i ) I nF I IP ~ \( Cs PELs PORTLEY BACKED HIS MACHINE. to within a few feet of the dead line. Hiram was looking away from him at an angle of 90 negrees. A shot a trifie out of line whistled ominously near Portley's nose. It + : the will of a multimillionaire again =. simple farmer. The farmer won. Portley backed his machine, turned about and disappeared in a cloud of dust. Hiram looked after bim, There was the same quiescence in his outward appearance, but a close observer would have no- ticed a light in his eye and a slightly quicker breathing. “Perkins' method,” as it was called, spread among the farmers, and wher- ever a man owned property on both sides of the road he stationed himself before his house with a weapon, some with repeating rifles, some with re- volvers, and one ingenious farmer con- structed a catapult to throw stones at the rate of one every five seconds. No- tices were put up along the road that ten ‘miles an hour was the limit of speed allowed. All automoblles run- ping faster were sure to find sowe farmer who, apparently realizing that Uncle 8am needed to produce a nation of marksmen, had set up a target across the road and was sure to be practicing when the biggest and fast- est machine passed. Some automobil- {sts drove faster than ever, slowing up at the danger point, but they were re- ported by the farmers to those doing the practicing and on the next trip were obliged to turn back, losing the right to use the road altogether. No law was violated; no automobilist was injured. Persons driving their ma- chines on the road at a moderate rate never heard or saw any firing, and many of them wondered while passing Perkins’ farm to what use he could possibly put his old rapid fire gun. Daisy Burton will limp all her life and will find it hard if she has to make her own living. There are those among the farmers’ wives—women can see further ahead in such matters than men—who declare that the day will come when she will have a strong, level headed husband to work for her in Hiram Perkins, What He Needed. Employed in one of the largest iron foundries in Baltimore there is a man who has a wooden leg. None of his fellow workers, however, knew of this until recently, so perfectly did the ar- tificial support take the place of the missing member. One day not very long ago something happened to the belting in the machine shop. Being an expert mechanic, this man was sent to repair the break. He climbed up a high ladder with as much grace and agility as could any man with two perfectly sound legs. But while busily engaged on the belting the ladder slipped from under him, and, with a crash, man and ladder landed in a heap on the door. The man's head struck against a plece of machinery, and he was ren- dered unconscious. Some one tele- phoned for a doctor. Before the physl- elan arrived the injured workman re- gained consciousness. He did not make any attempt to get up, however, but simply lay on the floor with one of his legs doubled up under him. Then the physician came and made a hasty examination. He pulled the bent limb from under the man, straightened it out, tock one long look and, turn- ing to those gathered round, sald gravely: “This is uo case for me, gentlemen. What this man needs is not a doctor, but a carpenter!'—Baltimore News. Trouble Ahead. “Then your husband won't give up his club?" queried the friend. “No,” replied the patient young wife, “and I don't propose to give up mine.” “Yours? Why, I didn't know you had one.” “Neither does he, but the next time he comes home late from his I'll be on hand with mine.”—Catholic Standard and Times. Former Rough Rider Slain. York, Pa., Oct. 15.—Warren Peter son, colored, a Rough Rider during the Spanish-Americar “war, was shot and instantly killed at Jacob's mill, near here. The shooting was done by Richard McGill, colored, of Philadel phia. Both men were employed on the work of building the trolley line be- tween here and Hanover. The shooting was the outgrowth of a dispute over the commissary department. The dead man was from Olean. N. Y.
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