Bellefonte, Pa., November 22, 1907. A THANKSGIVING How golden were barley and rye In the wind and the sun! How amber the tassels of corn Io the flood of the morn !— Now the genervits mows are heaped high, For the harvest is done! SONG. How ruddy were apple and pear In the wind and the sun! How the grape took the flush and the glint Of the twilight's soft tint !— Now a plentiful guerdon we share, For the harvest is done ! For all—be it great, be it small — That the wind and the sun Have wrought into bounty, let praise To the Shape: of Days Be lifte 1 in hut and in hall, Now the harvest is done ! BILLY AND SUSY--A THANKSGIVING STORY. For years the sisters, Miss Melissa Abbot and Mis. Sarah Drew, had lived in peace and concord, not in the same house, but in adjoining ones, Mrs. Drew bad married when very young, and her busband had lived only a year. At that time the old Abbot homestead bad been filled with an- married sons and davghters, and the young widow had continued to reside in the pret- ty little cottage which ber bushand had built for her. Now Miss Melissa had been living alove for some years, and so had Mrs. Drew, and people wondered why they did not keep house together, but both were women of habit, and did not relish any change. Moreover, the two houses, the square old horestead and the little cottage with ite piazza under the overhang of the roof, were so near that the sisters could talk from open windows. They were de- voted to each other. In fact, they were considered an example of sisterly affection for the whole village, until they were both old woman and the advent of Billy and Susy. Billy and Susy were two remark- ably pretty yellow kittens; young Mira Holmes bad brought them over one after- noon in May, in a covered basket. She stopped at Mrs. Drew's. Miss Melissa was spending the afternoon there. She could see both elderly heads at the sitting-room windows. She knocked, and then ran in. She was quite at home there. She kissed both sisters, then ehe opened the baskets, and two little yellow balls of fur flew out. “‘Oar oat bad five,’’ said Mira, ‘and they were 80 pretty we could not bear to have them drowned. So we thought maybe you would like these. Nellie Stowe bas two, and we are going to keep one ourselves. Would you like them?" Mira Holmes was a very pretty, slight girl, and she had a wistful, affectionate way of Speskivg and a little pathetic expression. ira had been as good as engaged to Harry Ayres, but he had ceased to visit her some six months be- fore. Mira went her way patiently, but she was thinner, and pathetic, in spite of everything. She laoghed with the old ladies when the yellow kittens flew out of the basket, but the laugh was as sad as a sob, The sisters were enthusiastic over the gifs. ‘‘Is wa= only yesterday that sister and I were saying that we really mnst have some cats; we are hoth overran with mice,’ de- olared Mis. Sarah Diew, and she appro- printed directly one of the kittens, and folded it under her soft double chin. *‘I will call him Billy, after the oat I had when I first came to live here,” said sbe. “That was a yeilow cat too.” Miss Melissa gathered up the other kit- ten lovely. “I will call her Susy,” ske anvounced. ‘Youn remember I had a yel- low cat named Susy once, sister?’ Mira did not remain very long. She wens her way with her empty basket on arm. As she went out of the yard between the bridal-wreath Lusher, and the flowes- ing almond, and the striped grass, her head drooped wearily under her spring hat trim- med with rosehuds. “Poor little thing!" said Mrs. Drew, pityingly. Miss Melissa tossed her head. ‘‘Gocd land!’ said she. ‘I guess she will get an- other beau,a girl as pretty as Mira Holmes, and if she doesn’t, it is no matter; heaux are not everything in the world. Girls are silly.” Then Miss Melissa turned toward her ellow kitten, but both sisters had pat the ittens on the floor when they bade fare- well to Mira, and now came disaster: their first qoarrel. Miss Melissa gath- ered up a kitten lovely, but Mrs. Drew in- terupted. ‘Stop, Melissa,” said she; ‘‘that is my kitten, that is my yellow kitten,that ismy yellow kitten, that is Billy.” “Why,Sarah Drew,” cried Mise Melissa, ‘‘son know bette:! You know this is Susy.” Mrs. Drew caught up the other yellow kitten, and both sisters glared over the little, soft, yellow, wriggling things. ““This is Susy,’’ declared Melissa. *“This is Susy. You have got my cat,” insisted Sarah. The kittens were exactly alike to the ordinary observer, hut not to the sisters, “I know I have my Susy,” said Melissa. ‘I noticed partioularly her expression.’ ‘Cat's bind leg!’ said Sarah, contempt- uously. It was a sarcastic expletive pecul- iar to her herself, and in this case more appropriate than osual. “Talk abouta cat having expression,’’ she added. Then she laughed a disagreeable laugh. Sarab bad a temper. Mies Melissa also bad a temper, but hers was of the tearful variety. Tears streamed over her faded blond cheeks—tears of rage and burt sentiment. ‘Cate have expres- sion,’’ she declared in a hysterical voice. ‘You can talk all you want. My Susy bad the most innocent expression, and this one looks just like her. Precious little Soy oat,”’ she orooned to the yellow kit- “Susy nothing,’’ said Sarah. ‘That cat is my Billy, and this is your precious Susy. I wouldn’t have this kind of a cat, any- way. They keep you always drowning kittens or trying to give them away. Give me Billy!” : “You have got Billy now,” said Miss 3 edison, tearfully, * ous little Susy ‘“That cat you have is Billy,” said Sarah Drew, with awful firmness, “Youn have Billy, and this precious is Suosy,’’ returned Melissa, with more senti- ment, but equal obstinacy. Neither would yield. Melissa, grasping the yellow cat which she claimed, eo tighs- ly that it clawed and mewed, wens home, Sarah Drew thrust the remaining car viciously into the kitchen. ‘‘Here, Abby," she said to the old woman who had work- ed for her ever sinoe her marriage, ‘‘take this miserable oat! Miss Mira brought it, but I don’t want it.” Abby bad beard every word of the dis- cnssson. She always heard; she consider- ed it ber duty. She gathered up the kit- ten, and presently she came to the sitting: room door. “Miss Sarah,”’ said she. ““[ don’t want to hear a word,’’ replied Saah, shortly and haughtily. “Bat—"' “I don’t want to hear a word. I know you were listening, and you always take everybody's part against me. Now, you can either keep that miserable cat in the kitchen, or drown it, [ don’t care which, but if yon do keep it, you must dispose of the kittens. Now, [ don’t want to hear another word.”’ Abby, who was tall and angular asa man, went out. Later in the afternoon, she and Miss Me- lissa'’s girl, who was alsv ao old woman, had a conference out in the garden, over the fence. Each held a yellow kitten. They parted after a while, because Mrs. Drew was seen standing in the kitchen door watching them. But Maria, Miss Melissa's waid, said in a whisper, ‘Both of them were always awful set,”” and Abby nodded 8. Neither of the women wae a gossip. It was nearly a month before it leaked out shat Melissa Abbot and Sarah Drew had had a quarrel and were not on speaking terms. The two led a sad life. Melissa got no comforts from foudling ber yellow cat, which grew in size and heanty. Abby kept the other carefully from her mistress’s sight, and tried to cook things to tempt her appetite. Both sisters were very un- bappy. They bad always been of a socia- ble disposition, and each was afraid to ac- cept an invitation lest she should meet her sister. They stayed at home and mop- ed. The curtaine were drawn over the op- posite windows in the cottage and home- stead. Mrs. Drew was constantly on the alert, and never stirred ons-of-doors unless she was quit sure that her sister was at home aud there was no danger of meeting ber upon the street. Each becoming alraic of venturing abroad unless the other was housed. Sarah Drew watched. Malissa Abbot watched. Each kuew the otber watched. Each knew the other so well that she could judge ¢xactly of her sister's state of mind from her own. Thus each suffered doubly. Mita Holmes heard of the estrangement, and came to see Mrs. Drew about it. “I am eo sorry,” eaid she, and the tears, al- ways in her heart for her own trouble, welled into her patient blue eyes. “Is is vothing you are to blame for, child,” replied Sarab Drew with dignity. Both sisters were too proud to say anything to each other's detriment. ‘‘It is unfortu- pate that the cats looked so much alike, bat I can’t see how you are responsible for that.” “I don’t,” admitted Mira. Then she broke down, and wept. ‘'I am so sorry to have been the means of parting two like you,’ she sobbed. Her own grief stung ber afresh as sue wept for that of the sis- ters. “You didn’t part us,’”’ replied Sarak Drew. ‘It was two yellow cate that look- ed exactly alike.” She called to Abby to wake some tes and some spooge-cake. When the tea and cake arrived she served them as calmly as if there were no yellow cats of confused identity in the world. “Drink this tea and eat some cake,” said she. *‘There is no sense in making your- sell sick. This is a personal matter be- tween my sister and myself.” “I wish they didn’t look so muoh alike,’ sobbed Mira, trying to sip the tea. “I can’t see how you are to blame for that,”’ Sarah Drew said again. “ICI bad only brought one tiger cat and one yellow ! There were two lovely Alera that I gave to Nellie Stowe,”’ said Mira, pitifully. “I never liked tiger cats ; I prefer yellow cats, bat uot ove of this kind,’’ eaid Sarah Drew. Then she changed the subject. *'It 18 a beautiful day,” said she, ‘‘though it is pretty warm for so early in the season.” She talked at length about the weather, and how the apple trees were blooming, then she talked aboot the fair which the ladies of the Mission Circle were to give. Whenever poor young Mira Holmes essay- ed to bring up the subject of the yellow cats, Sarah gently, but firmly, swerved her aside. When Mita left, she went to make a call upon Melissa, but her call was just as de- void of good results. Miss Melissa was even more reserved than her sister upon the subject. She even refused to justify hersell in her conduot. The only thing she did was to 011] Maria and ask ber to take Susie out of the room. The kitten bad been curled up in a little coil of yellow tar upon the sofa when Mira entered. Poor Mira had to drink another cup of tea, and eat more sponge cake, made from the iden- tical recipe of the other, then she went home. On her way home she met Harry Ayres, the young man to whom she had been engaged, and he hardly noticed her, simply raising his bat without a smile, as if she had been a stranger. Mira scarcely inclined her pretty When she reach- ed home, however, she found a certain com- fort in throwing herself openly into a chair and weeping, and sobbing ont to her moth- er how hadly she felt about Mis. Drew, aud Miss Melissa, and the two yellow cats, She had been obliged to conceal her tears heretofore from her mother. Now it was a comfort to weep hefore her for something for which she need not he ashamed, and at the same time weep for her own private misery. If Mira’s mother knew that the girl was weeping for something besides the compli- cation of the cats, she did not show is. She was a very gentle, soft-voiced woman, with beautiful ripplivg folds of yellow hair over her ears. She stroked Mira’s head. “Don’t, dear,” said she. ‘‘Youn are not to blame.” of thought they wounld—Ilike the—cats,”’ sobbed Mira. “Of course youn did, dear. Don’t feel so. I will go over and see them myself to-mor- row afternoon. I have an errand about the fair, and I will see if I can’t do some- thing.” “Miss Melissa may be mistaken, and Mrs. Drew may be mistaken ; nobody knows,” said Mira. “It they are, it will be very hard for them to give in,” said Mrs. Holmes. ““They are nice women, but they were al- ways very set. They were when I used to go to school with them. Bat I will see what I can do.” Is ended in Mrs. Holmes drinking tea and eating spooge-cake in both houses, and coming away exaotly as Mira bad dove. It ended in the same way for many others, Many good women called, and drank tea, and ate sponge cake, and tried to make peace between the sisters, and came away Jalisiuig that their effort had been fruit Jess. [Even tbe minister's wife drank tea and ate sponge-cake, and the minister him- self drank, and ate, and offered prayer in vain. After hie call the sisters did not at- tend charoh at all. Previously they had goue to church, but had sat in different pews, leaving the old Abbot pew quite un- occupied. Both Miss Melissa and Mrs. call, watched with seeres pride and approv- ed each other's staying at home from church. Although at bitter enmity with her, each sister felt that she should have been personally mortified had she seen the other emerge from her front door, clad in her Sabbath bess, after the minister's call and bis direot importanities at the throne of Grace that they of the Abhot family shoald see the error of their ways, Miss Melissa caressed her yellow cat, and said, aloud : “Well, I am glad she has some e, il she hasn't anything else ;"’ and Mrs. Drew told Abby, after the charch bell bad done ringing, if she had made up her mind to keep that miserable cat, to he sure it had pleoty of milk, and no meas, uutil it was older, for fear of fits, and add- ed that if she bad to keep animals that be- longed to other folks she did not want them neglected under her roof anyway. That Sunday there was almost a rift in the cloud of dissension hetween the sisters, a rift based upon common pride and resent ment of interference ; an unworthy rift of uunataral saulight of forgiveness caused by anger against another. Bat isdid not lass. By the ext Sanday, neither expecting the other to go to church, each realized a com- plete return of the old bitterness. And the bitterness, as the days and weeks went on, caused more and more unhappiness. The two old women were fighting with two-edged swords, which they who love avd fight mast always use, and every time one inflicted a wound upon the other, she hurt herself. People began to say that the sisters were aging terribly. Finally the dootor was seen stopping every day at both houees, then the uews was spread abroad that the sisters bad been told that they must have a change ol scene. They were not wealthy enough to have a change of ecene, unless it took the form of a visit. Then Miss Melissa went to pay her married brother, Thomas Abbot, who lived in Springfield, a visit, and Mrs. Drew went to pay her married sister Eliza, who lived in New York State, a visis, and Abby and Maria took care of their houses and the two yellow cats. Now and then they bad letters from the sisters, which stated thas they were improving in health, hut one day the two old servants, kuee deep in cat- pip and with their skirts catobiog in a tan- le of sweetbrier, talking over the back ence, agreed thas their mistresses did not write as if they were happy. “I know Mis’ Drew,’’ said Abhy. ‘‘She oan set up as stiff as she’s a mind to, but she can’t cheat me. She'll never be her- self ag’in till she and her sister make up. When two women have lived as many years as they bave, and thought so much of each other, it’s goin’ to take somethin’ more’n a quarrel over two yeller cats to make them live this way and be jest as chipper as if nothin’ had happened.” “I know Miss Melissa never will be the same,’’ said Maria. ‘‘She’s tried to make out as if she set the earth by that cat, but I've seen her look as if she'd like to pitch it out of the winder.” “It’s a pity they wouldn't neither of them let us tell them,”’ said Ahhy. “Well, they wouldn't. The minute I begun to speak I was hushed up, and eo was youn,’’ said Maria. ‘‘Yes, that's so,” said Abby. ‘‘Guess I'll take in some of this catnip for the cat. It won't last much longer, and I gaess I'll dry some.”’ ‘I guess I will, too, said Maria. looks something like frost tonight.” “There won’t he a frost unless the wind goes down,” returned Abby. Her gray hair whipped about her face as she picked a great bunch of catnip. ‘‘It does blow. When do you expect her home ?"’ ‘‘She hasn't said avything about com- ing. I shouldn't wonder if she didn’t come before Thanksgiving. When do you expect her?" “I don’s know any more than you do. Good land! It will be a queer Thanks- giving if they don’t make up first! “Maybe they will.” “They're awlfal set, both of them.” “Well,” said Abby, ‘‘they may bate each other like poison for the rest of their uatural lives. They may be set about that, but there's some things they can’t be set about, nohow.”’ : Both women laughed as they parted, and went their ways with bundles of catnip. It was a week before Thanksgiviog when Miss Mellissa came home, and Mrs, Drew arrived the next day. It was four o'clock in the afternoon when Melissa, with her white hood over her head, muffled against the bitter wind in her soft gray shawl, en tered the south door, just as she bad been accustomed to do. “‘So you've got home, Sarah?” said she. She was pale and red by turns. She looked afraid and troubled, aod yet as if she wanted to laogh. Mrs. Drew had much the same shifts of expres. si “Is on. “Yes,” said she. ‘‘I came on the hailf- past three train. Sit down.” Melissa sat down. *“Take your things offand stay to eup- per. Abby's making oream.of-tartar bis- cnits. Did you have a pleasant visit at Thomas's ?"’ “Very pleasant, thank vou.” “How are they all? How is Thomas's wife? Is Grace well?” “They both seem real well. Did you have a pleasant visit at Eliza's ?"' “Very pleasant, thank you.” ‘How is Eliza? Is Henry getting on well in his law-office, and how is Lizzie?’ “They all seem real well, and Henry is smart as a whip. Eliza bas a beautiful new winter cloak.” There was a silence. Miss Melissa's face reddened and paled, then redened. She laughed nervously. “‘Oh,” she said, “I have something to say to you, Sarah.” “Well 2 “It’s nothing, only—I feel as it I must tell yon, I—was right—Billy is Sasy, and she’s got five kittens. They haven’s got their eyes open yet. Mrs. Drew laoghed. ‘‘Susy, is she?” “Yes. You must have been mistaken.” “Well, I guess I was; bus as for Billy's petor Sar, Nell. i. Drew gave a ong sigh. Then she laughed again, a sharp cackle of nervous mirth, Miss Melissa stared at her. She looked relieved, but a little alarmed. “I'm glad you don’t lay it up,” said she, “‘bus—"' ““Juet wait a minute. Abby!” Abvw 3 3 Ah os: please, Abby,” ‘Bring in Abby, said Mrs. Drew, Melissa looked at her sister with euch curiosity that her face assumed a vacant ex on. Mrs. Drew continued to laugh. Finally Melissa joined in, although unwil. lingly. ‘‘What in the world are we laugh- ing at I don's see,”’ she titered. ‘‘Because we've been a pair of focls,” said Mrs. Drew, as Abby returned. She set down on the floor before the two old women a basket in which lay curled upa yellow mother cat luxuriously purring love to some yellow kittens. “There are four of them," said Mrs. Drew, ‘all yellow, and they bave their eyes opened some $im2.” Drew, on the Sunday after the minister's Miss Melissa stared at the cat and kittens then at her sister. ““Then—'’ she began. “They were both Susy,” said Mrs. Drew, “and we quarrelled over nothing at all.” “Sarah —"' “Well?” “I bad made up my mind, anyway, to come over bere and ask you to forgive me, and take my Susy if you thought she was Billy.” ‘‘And I had made up my mind to go over to your house and ask you to forgive me, and keep Billy if you thought he was Susy,” said Mrs. Drew. Then the two women laoghed in chorus. “No Billy at all,” said Miss Melissa, gig- gling like a girl. “And two old women making themselves ridiculous, fighting over two yellow cats,’ said Mrs, Drew. Out in the kitchen Abby echoed their mirth with an irrestrainable peal of laogh- ter. **Mira Holmes and Harry Ayres have made up and are going to be married, Abby tells me,’’ said Mrs. Drew. ‘I mean she shall have two of those yellow kittens." “I bate to have my Sosy’s drowned,” said Melissa. ‘‘Maria says she thinks we can give them away. They are beautiful kistene: all yellow, just like these. Of course, you are coming over to dinner to- morrow, Sarah. Maria has the Thanks- giving cooking a!l done.” “I'd like to see my=ell doing anything else,” said Mrs. Drew. “I'll tell you what I'il do,” said Melis- What?" “I'll end over and ask Miia and ber mother and Harry to supper to-morrow night. I sappose they'll go to his folks to dinner, bat maybe they'll like to come to supper. Maria has made some chicken ies.’ “I think that is a real good idea,’’ said Sarah Drew, vary. So it bappened that Thanksgiving even- ing the old Abbot house wrs brighily light- ed, and after supper the sisters, Mira and her mother, and Harry Ayres all sat in the best parlor of the old Abbot house, before the hearth-fire. It was so pleasant that Mira had begged nos to have the lamp libgted. She wore ared gown, and the firelight Plaved over her pretty face and over ber lover’s and the two held hands under a fold of the red gown, and Wusked that nobody saw in the uncertain light. *‘I thought maybe you would like to have two of the kittens when you begin housekeeping,” Mrs. Drew was saying. ‘“That house your father hae bought for you is the handeomess in the village,’’ Mise Melissa said to Harry; ‘but it is old, and I never saw an old house yet where there weren't mice.” “That is true,”’ said Mira’s mother, in her soft voice. “I think that is a grand idea, thank you, Mis. Drew,’ Harry said in his pleasant, bappy, boyish voice. ‘I #hould love to bave them, thank you, Mrs. Drew,’ said Mira. Neither she nor her young lover dreamed that the love in the hearts of the two old sisters struck, albeit free from all romance, a note whioh chorded with their own into true barmony of thanksgiving. —Bv Mary E. Wilkine Freeman in Harper's Bazar. An Epitaph Used hy Mark Twain. Mistaken reference is so often made to what is termed the ‘‘epitaph written by Mark Twain for his wife,”’ that it is worth while to =et the matter straight. The epitaph referred to was not placed upon the tombstone of Mr. Clemens’s wife, but upon that of his daughter Susie. It was not original with Mark Twain, bat was taken by him from a little poem writ. ten some fifteen years ago by an Australian poet named Robert Richardson. It ap- peared in a book of poems by Richardson, which was published in Ediobargh, in 1593, ander the title of Willow and Wat- tles, The verse used as the epitaph is as fol- lows : Warm summer sun, Shine kindly here. Warm southern wind, Blow softly here, Green sod shove, Lie light, lie light. Good night, desr heart, Good night, good night. The verse has so often been referred to as being Mark Twain’s own composition that he has recently had the name of the actnal author of it carved upon the stove. — Advocate. Talnted Money, Indeed. “Clean mouey'’ is the slogan of A. Cres. sy Morrison, who is endeavoring to create a publio sentiment which will render im- possible the circulation of paper and metal currency which is “tainted” in the literal sense of the word. He has had some bills and coins examined by a New York bao: teriologist, and has found that one dirty bill, such as is handed you in change by your grooer, or hutoher, is inhabited by 73,000 bacteria. Coins are less populous, dirty pennies averaging twenty six, and dimes forty each. There is no means of tracing the history of this germ-laden our- rency ; a bill may he in the pooket of a tuberculous sweat shop tailor today, and in toe dainty purse of a millionaire’s wife tomorrow. The number of cases of mys- terions illness due to this universal means of transmitting disease can only be guessed at, but physicians agree that it is enor- moas.— Advocate. Mongolian Manners and Customs, The new railroad from Peking to Kal- gan, in the interior of Mongolia, has been completed as far as Han Kow, twenty- seven miles from Peking. This is the near- est point to the Great Wall of China, which passes within thirteen miles of Han-Kow, and is reached hy sedan chairs in four hours, says the New York T¥imes. Inexperienced travelers hire donkeys to do the journey, because they are so much cheaper; a chair cuvsts $4, and a donkey ouly $1. ese animals are abons the size of goats. They travel very well for three or four miles and then have to be carried or led the remainder of the journey. Mongolia is a long way from civilization, of any kind, and its inhabitants are moss primitive. A junior official of the American Lega- tion as Peking. who was sent into the coun- try to report upon the manners and ous- toms of the Mongolians some years ago, condensed the resnlt of his trip into four words, “Manners none, customs beastly.” "Youn and Jack sit next to each oth- er in school, don's you, Wallie?”’ “Part of the time.” “Only a part?” “Yes, sir. Jaok’s standing in the oor- per most of the time.” ‘“‘And what do you do then ?"’ . Ob, I generally stand in another ocor- ner. How Oid Are You! A few days before his death Bishop Me- Cabe wrote to the Editor of The Christian Advocate one of bis cbaracteristic brief let- ters, in his own band, with the comment, *“This is vastly amusing; cannot you pnt it in your amusement columns?’’ He bad figured through every step in the arithmet- ical process on the facts of his own age and others, and after finding it true he says, ‘Is will come out #0 every time.” t our readers try it for themselves. One day there came to the ocvurt ol a king a giay-baired professor who amused the king greatly. He tol1 the mouvarch a number of things he never knew before, and the king was delighted. Bot finally it came to a point where the ruler wanted to know the age of the professor; so he thooght of a mathematical problem. **Ahem!" said the king; ‘*I have an in- teresting sum for yon; it is a trial in men- tal arithmetic. Think of the number of the month of your birth,” Now, the professor was sixty years old, and had been horn two days before Christ- mas, 80 he thought of twelve, Decemer be- ing the twelfth month. “Yes,” said the professor. “Multiply it by two,” said the king. “Yes.” “Add tive.” “Yes,” answered the professor, doing so. ‘““Now multiply by fifsy.”’ “Yes” ‘‘Add your age.”’ Yer.” “Sabtract threee hundred and five.” Yes" “‘Add one hundred and fifteen.” Yes" ‘‘Aod now,’ said the king, ask what the result is?” “Twelve handred and sixty,” replied the professor. “Thank yoon,”’ said the king. “So you Wess boro in December, sixty years ago, e 2 ‘*Why,bow in the world do you know?" cried the professor. “Why, retorted the king, ‘‘from your answer—twnelve hundred and sixty. The month of your birth was the twelfth, and the last two figures give your age.”’ ‘“‘Ha, ha, ba!”’ laughed the professor. “‘Capital idea! I'll try it on the next per- son. It's a polite way of finding out peo- ple’s ages.” sixty- “might I American Ostrich Farms. The recent establishing of the Los An- geles Ostrich Farm within the city limits of Los Angeles gives California four ostrich enterprises—the others heing at San Diego, South Pasadena and San Jose. The South African farms do not manu- facture and retail sheir product, bus in Cali- fornia, cays ‘‘Sanset,”’ the feathers are grown, manafactared and retailed by the same concern. The initiative in the ostrich industry was taken abous thirty years ago by Dr. Sketoh- ley, who established a farm at Anaheim. Later on other men imported birds and as- sisted in establishing the business. The greatest develop.uens of the business has been in Arizona, where there are as present over 2,000 birds. Their product of feath- ers has been sold principally to New York manafactarers. Thereis a tendency on the part of the ostrich feather growers to combine their ef- forts in building up the industry and in this way give to the Sonthwest a distinct industry characteristic of its climate and sunshine. At the present time fully $12,- 000,000 worth of ostrich feather goods are sold anonally in the United States, and of this amonnt California has sold approxi: mately $200,000, which proves that there is ample fieid for the California producers to enlarge their business — McCall's. Spanish Proverbs. The following are some of the most per- tinent everyday proverbs of the Spanish ple : **The web will grow no wider when you have killed the epider.” “‘God helps the early riser.” “The wolf aud the fox never come to bard knocks.’ ‘‘He who goes to bed with dogs will get up with fleas.” ‘Let the giver be silent and the taker 8 . “Stabs heal, but bad words never.” ‘“A peach that is spotted will never be potted.” Wed with a maid that all your life You've known and have believed. Who rides ten leagues to find a wife Deceives or is deceived, “Every man in his own house, and God in everybody's.” ‘“A long tongue leaves a short web.” “Pray ! but swing your hammer. ”’ “When we lie in wait for a neighbor, the devil lies in wait for us,” “God sende the cold according to our rags.” The Accommodating Spanish Cow. It was the first cow we had seen in Spain, and she bad every right to be the haughty creature she was. A girl led her about the plaza at dusk, milking a thimbleful of the rare beverage at the house of the oustom- ers, and it is bard to say which of the three concerned was the most proud—the one who sold, the one who bought, or the one who gave the milk. She of the bovine race was decorated with an old chenille-Iringed curtain, and,as though that was not enough to boast of, petled along the streets a very unruly but bouncing daughter. The calf was tied to the tail of the cow by a ro] and bad already learned the ineffable joy of banging imp and being dragged by her fond parent. Fortunately the rope was not too long for disciplinary purposes, and when exasperated beyond all polite admoni- tion, the cloven hoof of the mother set daughter upon her feet once more.—Louis Closser Hale, in Harper's. Artistic Hand Weaving by Cripples. A naomber of charitable le in Bir- miogham, England, about five years ago, started a small baond-loom factory to pro- vide a usefal and remunerative employ- ment for crippled girls. Many of the deli- cate fabrics are artistically bandwoven in silk, serge, and flax, aod the results are most attractive. The uct of the fac- tory, which is also a 1 in hand weav- ing, is acquiring a reputation for artistio merit and quality, and she enterprise is now paying ite way. It seems as il this Birmingham charity should be of interest to people who desire to help in making oripples self-supporting and at the same time in procuring textiles of an attractive kind.—MecCall’s. ——— Rufus—‘‘1'd like to go on a voyage around the world.” Sam—*'I wouldn't; it’s bard enough to go around the block sometimes when mam- ma wants something.” Hie full name was Pi Yuk Liang, but he was always called ‘‘Pi Yuk.” He went to school twenty-six years ago at Phillips Academy, at Andover, in Massachusetts, He was iu China’and had been sent to the United States, together with a namber of other Chivese hoya, by the Chinese gov- ernment to be educated. While he was learning American manners, customs and habits, and our ways of doing things, Pi Yok aleo learned base ball. He was nos like most Chiaese boys, because he was not short, but tall and shapely. Nearly six feet he stood, and he played ball quite as well ax he recited in Greek or in Latin. Now, you must know that at Exeter, N. H., a lew miles from Andover, there is also a Phillips Academy, and every year, as sare as June comes with its rare days, so surely do “Exeter” and ‘‘Andover’’ play base ball together. Moreover, the boys of both schools would give an arm apiece any time—almost—rather than see their nine defeated. Pi Yuk played on the Andover team, in the outfield, in May and June of 1881. Ivcidentally, he was ‘‘chaoge- pitcher.’’ It is very, very sad, bat this is to be a truthful story, aud it muss there. fore be recorded that in the great Andover- Exeter base ball game of that year, Pi Yuk conld not bat. It most he set down bere that he struck ont. He did not know what the matter was; he only knew that he sim- ply could not hit the ball on that special afternoon. The Exeter boys were not very nice to him, withal. When he hit the air unvsnal- ly hard, they talked ‘‘pidgin English” to him freely, and every time he failed to his they would laugh guite openly and loudly. They remarked that he was ‘‘Velly poor ball player,” and finally one of them inti- mated quite broadly that Pi Yuk bad ‘“‘bes- ter go back to China.” “That happened the last time upon which he came to the bat in that game. As he stepped up to the home plate, bat in band, he may have heard the advice about going back to China. He did not say anything, but those who were nearest to him saw that his eyes were A ping. The very next hall that was pitop- ed to him be met fairly with all th strength and power and weight of his six feet of muscle and brawn. He hit so bard that he brought in some runs ahead of bim, and landed safely on third base himself. After he had gathered himself together and dusted off his uniform, be quietly remark- ed thas be believed that he would not re- turn to China just yet; and the Exeter hoys did not reply to him, Jrotably hecause no response exactly suited to the occasion sug- gested itsell. So it came ahout that An- dover and Pi Yuk won that game. Just twenty-five years later, on Tues- day, June 26th, 1906, Yale and Harvard played base ball together, even us Exeter and Andover bad done in 1881, and in a front seat in the grand stand at the Yale field on that royal June afternoon eat ‘‘His Exocellenoy Sir Chentung Liang-Cheng, his imperial Chinese majesty’s envoy extra- ordinary and minister plenipotentiary to the United States.”” The Chinese minister at Washington bad come to pay Yale a visit, and the next day Yale honored him and herself by bestowing upon him the de- gree of LL. D. He was none other than Pi Yuk Liang, the old Andover boy.—Ed. J. Phelps, in July 8t. Nicholas. Wildwood Don'ts. Don’t buni'd a fire in the woods until all dry leaves aud inflammable materials have been raked away to a sale distance. Don’t leave a smudge buining while you are absent. Don’t set fire to a birch tiee for the fun of the thing. Don’t throw down a lighted match. »* When you light a match be sure to extin- . guish it before throwing it on the ground. Don’t go away and leave yoar fire buro- ing. Extioguish it completely before you go.— Recreation. — A little fellow found one alternoon that the older pupils in the schoo! that he attended were going off for a long tramp in the woods. He acked to be allowed to go, and was told he was too small, bat he beg- ged 80 earnestly, and was so ¢ure he would ned be tired, that be was finally given per- mission to go. He beld out hravely, though the last two miles were almost too much for him. “I am not tired,’ be said, ‘but if I only could take off my lege and carry them under my arms a little while I shonld be 80 glad.” “My face is my fortune, sir, she said.” The old rhyme rings true in that line. The woman who has a fair face has a fortune which many a man of wealth is glad to wed for. It is a shame, therefore, to squander the fortune provided by the fairy god moth- er, Nature. Yet, we eee girls fair as the budding roses, suddenly lose their beauty and fade, as the rose fades when the worm is at its heart. Face lotions, tonics, nervine, and other things are tried, but the face grows thin and hollow. Fortunate is such a young woman if some friend should tell her of the intimate relation of the health of the womanly organs to the general health, and point her to that almost unfailing eure for feminine diseases, Dr. Pierce's Favorite Presoription. This medicine works won- ders for women in the restoration of lost: faircess. It is a true beautifier, restoring the womanly health, and with health are restored the curves and dimples, the bright eye and smooth skin which are the charms of beauty. . A Piece of Beach. ‘‘Oh, mamma, mamma !"’ yelled Tommy one day last summer, as a great gusts of wind blew some sand in his eye. ‘‘Come guiek, I've got a piece of beach in my eye ——A gevtleman was recently asking some little children what deeds of kind- ness they had performed through the week, and one little girl said : ‘‘“We drowned the little kittens at onr home, and I com- forted the mother pussy.” There are some people who think that fresh air and ous door exercise will keep a man in perfect health. Yet a trip through a farming conntry will discover any num- ber of farmers suffering with stomach trou- ble. It’s she usual story : Too much work, too little rest, aud uneunitable diet. Whenever the stomach and other organs of digestion and nutrition become diseased, the whole body is menaced, through the consequent lnck of nutrition and the cor- ruption of the blood supply. Dr. Pierce's Golden Medical Discovery cures ‘‘stomach tronh'es,”’ renews the assimilative pow! purifies the blood, nourishes the nerves, gives vitality to every organ of the body. ——="‘Parker won's buy his wile a piano player.” “‘Says she’d spend all her time putting on airs.’ ... Harper's Weekly.
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