THE FELON'S GRAVE,
BY BUGENE DAVIS,
Bis is no finely soulptured tomb
As gorgeous as a throno;
Ho sleeps within the prison gloom
Beneath a namsless stone ;
Ko dow-d ops from the starry skies
Waoap the departed brave,
Whera, in the ohill cold ground it lies,
‘The Irish felon's grave,
Ro epitaph is penned aliove
The lay where he doth dwell.
No tender words of hope or love
No lingering farewell,
But yet as ‘ong as time shall roll-—
In characters of flame
Upon a nation's grateful soul
Is writ the felon’s name,
fle diad not on the open field,
In championing his land;
To God his spirit he did yield
With gyves upon each hand;
He gave tosave a struggling race
His manhood {a its prime,
And with a smile upon his face
The Irish felon died,
More dear to ua than Mecca's shrine
To pilgrims of the east,
More sacra | than the dome divine
Where Izis hath her priest,
As dear 2s is a Doly grot
Where cedar { rests wave,
Is that thrice bless'd and glori ous spot—-
ha Irish felon's grave,
r.
HER PROMISE.
Old Abper Marsden moved uneasily in
his big arm chair, ‘Seems to me Luce
is a mighty long time getting that
water.” he muttered, as he rose and hob-
tiled to the end of the cottage porch. He
put aside the vines that screened the
view and looked down toward the lower
end of the garden, where a cool spring
gurgled up from the earth. “Well, if
she ain't talkin’ agin with that psuper,
Ang Howland,” growled the old man,
“Luce! Luce, I want you!" he
~alled.
“1’il Ye there in a minute, father,’
called back a comely girl of eighteen,
sho stood near the spring chatting with
a plainly dressed youth of about the
same She reached for the pail of
water, which Angus Howland still held
in bis hand, and said with a smile: “1
must go, Ang, Father wants me.”
“It seems to me, Luce”
as he gave her the pail, ‘‘that your
father always wants you when he sces
me around. He hates me for some rea-
gon, but if it's all right with you, I can
stand it."
Lucia looked troubled
“Good-by, Ang,” aod
the house.
Old Marsden was an extremely illiter-
ate man, but in business ventures he
had always been successful, and now,
though a confirmed invalid, his head was
full of schewnes and devices, and he used
to sit for hours at a time planning meas-
ures by which his hoard 6f wealth might
be increased, Lucia took after her
mother, who Lad been ‘‘a powerful good
woman,” so people said.
“Luce,” said the old man as she ap-
peared at the door, ‘‘l want this to be
the last of your talking with that good
for nothing lout, Ang Howland. The
idea of
friendly with such trash!
it, and if he
him something to remember me by,
say,
age,
ns she said,
turned toward
I won't have
don't steer clear I'll give
*
ously.
“I do not sce why you should dislike
him »0,” said Lucia. “He has had a
hard time getting along, but that isa't
his fault.”
“His father was cut
poorhouse,” yelled the old man, ‘‘and
why didn’t he die there?”
“Because,” Lucie answered,
worked hard and took
folks.”
Her father scowled.
was intended for the poorhouse, and no
good comes of fightin’ Providence. He
died without a cent, and will the
young feller. Dut that ain’t the point;
there arc plenty of fellers ‘round here
that has money, but there ain't many
such gals as you be, I reckon. Why,
Luce, you have the choice of the town,
and it's vour solemn duty not to be
rash.” The miserly features of the old
man relaxed somewhat as he admired his
daughter's comely face.
a kind of fatherly affection for her, and
was even willing to spend money freely
that she might make a good appearance.
When Lie saw her dressed in some new
article of apparel he would mutter to
care of the old
80
back; I know a good investment, for I
have made a good many--yes, a good
many.”
A few evehings after the event above
mentioned, Lucia was walking in the
arden when she heard some one tap
ightly at the gate, and in the moonlight
saw Angus Howland, **He wants to see
me,” she thought, as she hurried thsough
the lilacs to the garden path. ‘Father
will miss me if [ am gone long.” said
Lueln, on approaching, ‘but we can
visit for a minute,”
“Luce,” said Angus, “I have come to
say good-bye. Your father says for me
to keep away from you because [ am
poor, and be doesn’t want you to marry
a pauper, Well, I am going away for
five years, and when 1 come back I'll be
rich—rich enough to suit your father,”
he exclaimed excitedly, striking the
fenee a heavy blow with his fist,
“1 don’t care about you being so rich,”
said Lucia, ‘I'll like you just as well if
ou are poor; but don't stay away so
ong,” and she looked beseechingly into
bis face. *'You may have bad luck, you
know, and not earn v much money
after all, but I'll think just as much of
ou, Are you going far?” she asked,
Doing down at the ud,
“Fo California,” ssid Angus, “and I
know just what I shall do when I get
there, too. Father often told me of a
valley in California where all sorts of
frait will grow almost without cultiva-
tion. Father wandered down there
whe: he was out among the mines, and
being used to a fruit country he knew
ust what a wonderfol place it was,
e’d hav» there I if vis sick.
and carefully opening it, pointed out by
the bright moonlight, which broke
through the trees, the Eldorado of his
hopes and ambition, “That valley is
mine,” said he, ‘“‘and I am going there
and plant trees.”
“Luce!” called old Marsden from the
house, “where are you”
“Here I am, father,” Lucia replied.
“Well, it seoms to me that you are s
fong time gove,” cried the old man
‘but come to the house, for young Hin-
ton is here and wants to see you."
Lucia saw the troubled look that came
into Howland’s face and hastily mur-
mured : Father wants me to marry him,
but [ won't; I'll marry you. Be sureand
write often snd don’t stay so long,” she
pleaded as she raised her face for a fare-
well kiss,
The next morning old Marsden said to
his daughter with an inquisitive look,
“Young Hinton dido’t stay long last
night, did he?”
“No,” answered Lucia;
long."
“Did he ask you to have him ? ¥ added
the old man,
“not very
“but I told him I couldn't.”
“Told him ve conldn’t |" screamed the
od man. “Why couldn't yet?"
daughter, looking her father steadily in
the eye.
“Jove him, Luce |
don't marry for love.
make a good thing.
worst end of it it's like any other bad
bargain; but young Hinton has money
and, Luce, you'd better change your
mind and send him word that you like
him well enough, I'll give you a good
start, and you'll find out that you have a
pretty good old dad after all.”
Lucia kissed ber father, but replied:
“Not him. I can never marry him."
The years crept slow
their. usual Bios of bright and cloudy
days. Lucia had grown taller and more
beautiful. Her father was still as grasp-
ing as ever. *‘I agree with you, Luce,
he used to say, ‘‘there's no special
I tell ye. people
They marry to
quick sometimes, it seems to me.” One
day he hobbled into the rvom where
Lucia sat at work and said in a severe,
low tone: ‘‘I hear that you get letters
from that Ang Howland, Is it true i"
* { have received letters from him,"
well, 1 understand.”
“J don't care how he is doing. That
feller'll die poor,” growled the old man,
fle went outside and sat down
{the garden bench. “I'll see Cicely,’
on
3
Cicely was the girl who sorted and dealt
out the mail at the village postoffice.
Not long after this Lucia ceased receiv-
ing letters with a California post-mark,
Time passed, and it was now nearly
iten years since Lucia and Angus had
stood at the garden gate and said good-
bye. Old Marsden had fallen into a
state of despondency so utterly abject
that Lucia was sometimes on the point
of yielding to his wishes, but
happened or he'd never have broken his
word,"
One day her fa
He was unable
now, but lay pt
day with his ey
“Luc
short work of it,
I made I staked al
the sirst time, Luce,
et about the house
dd, n very unhappy
aid he,” “I'll make
he last inveatment
land I lost. It was
he has outdone them sil, In a
month
I hoped this sick
ness might hurry me off, but | see it's
go to the poor-house, Luce, unless,” and
less vou save your old dad.”
“I't work for you!” cried Lucia.
* You shall never go to the poor-house,”
And she was more tender in the care of
her father after that,
f
|
One day as she stood near her favorite
bed of flowers sadly thinking how soon
she would have to leave them, a voice
broke the silence of her meditations: |
very pretty and [ had to stop to admire
them," and looking up Lucia saw a tall,
i
}
i
'
i
f
garden gate. ‘I raise a great many
flowers myself,” said the gentle nan,
“and [ always take an interest in them,
but I live in a flower country where thes
grow much more luxuriantly than here.”
Lucia gave a startled look-—but no;
how foolish: it couldn't be he. Angus
such a handsome man,
“Il declare, Luce, you
me,” said the gentleman with a smile.
“Oh, Ang! 1 know you now, for you
been away a long time,”
“‘You stopped writing, and I read in a
California paper that you were married,”
said Angus; ‘‘but recently learned that
it was a false report, and am here once
more to ask you to be mine.”
“Father, this gentleman wishes to see
you,” said Lucia, as she ushered How-
land into her father's room. The old
man opened his eves and murmured,
‘Well, have a chair.”
“I understand that you have suffered
2 misfortune,’ said the gentleman kindly.
The old man groaned. “I'll have to
die in the poor-house; there's no help
for it.”
“It may not be so bad as that,” said
the gentleman,
The old man turned on bim fiercely,
“What do you want with me, I'd like to
know? Ain't it bad enough to be ruined,
but a lot of vultures have got to come
aud hover around me before I'm dead
‘I have been investigating the matter,”
said the gentleman, ‘and I am sure that
it is not so bad as you think, and here is
evidence that you will not be turned out
of your home at any mite,” and he opened
before the old man's eyes the eanceled
mortgage. “This place is yours,” said
the gentleman, “and all your other pro.
perty is safe, for I have been making fu-
vestigations,”
“Who are you,” cried old Marsden,
“that comes at this time and saves me
from the poor housel”
“It 1» not so bad ns that,” said the gon-
tiemun, smiling, ‘but my name is Angus
Howland.”
"The remaining few months of the oM
autumn
man's life worked a great change in his
. Ome day when the sutu
am going. You are an good boy, Ang, and
will make her happy,” and his eyes closed
forever, —[Chicago News.
A ———— a A
SUNDAY ON A MAN.O-WAR.
Inspection and General Muster the
Bare of a Sallor’s Existence,
To the average American bluejacket
the function known as Sunday inspection
and general muster is a specimen of
elaborate nonsense that overtops all
others. On board a Colintonal man
of-war it takes place fifty-two times a
year, nnd takes precedence over every.
thing else short of shipwreck, fire, or
some other disaster. The preparations
that are made for it would re an ob-
server who is not familiar with the ways
of war vessels to think that it was d sort
of state affair that happened once in a
hundred years. They are begun Friday
| night, when grease spots and stains on
{ the deck are coated with lime to render
{ them more susceptible to the influence
{ of the holystone.
| Saturday morning all hands are ealled
|
at early daylight and set to scrubbing
and holystoning the decks. When the
decks are white and clean, other wood-
| work, together with ladders, ramrods
{ handspikes, ete., Is attacked and scrub-
bed into an immaculate whiteness, Af.
{ ter breakfast attention is given to the
{ brasswork of the deck and battery, and
{ both are polished nutil they are as bright
us cleaning gear can make them,
The day is generally occupied in touch-
[ing up spots with fresh paint where the
{ old has heen worn off, and coating ca-
| bles, bitts, and ringbolts with coal tar,
| With the exception of the holystoning
| the decks, the same performance is gone
through with Sunday morning. After
| breukfast the crew array themselves in
| their best suits of mustering clothes, the
marines put an extra coat of pipe clay on
their helmets a d belts, and everybody
{ hides everything that belongs to him
| somewhere out of sight. Woe betide
| the luckless person who leaves any part
of his property lying around. It is
| promptly confiscated by the sailor's nat-
ural enemy, the master at arms, and the
owner is reported for the offence.
Finally the bugle sounds the call for
inspect on, and the crew muster in the
parts of the ship where they belong. The
| commanding officer emerges from his
| cabin and, accompanied by his first
lieutenant and the officers of the deck,
starts on a tour of inspection, which
generally lasts about an hour, “'Quar.
ters” and “‘general muster” follow. The
“Articles of War,” which every one
among the crew generally knows by rote,
are read by the executive officer. The
reading takes half an hour or so, and
{ when it is concluded such general orders
as may have been issued by the Navy
i Department since the last muster are
read. The Paymaster next takes the
crew in hand and talls the name of every
person attached to the ship, who asswers
with his name and rank. The entire
forenoon is occupied with these various
matters, and the result is that Sunday
to the man-o'-warsman is a day of pen-
ance instead of a day or rest,
The Fish Industry.
the import int industries of towns on the
coast, but it is a question if any one has
ia definite idea of what a bountiful
{ mother the ses is to us. The Dominion
of Canada is particularly voted for its
great fisheries, and the value of the fish
drawn from the waters on its coast in one
sear is about $12,000.00), This does
not include fish taken from the waters of
British Columbia, Manitoba or the North.
west, If these be added nearly $20,000, -
{000 will be the total. Another 820.
000,000 will represent the trade done in
| this country. fa these figures the vields
| from all branches of fisheries are given.
Splitting it up into items the largest
we have is the cod, the yearly yield being
about $6.000.000. Nova Scotia alone se.
worth of mackerel, The cod is as far
ahead of mackerel as that fish is ahead
of all the others,
The cod is an inhabitant of the tem.
perats zone. He is found in great abund
ance off the Cape of Good Hope, where
he nibbles freely at the baited hook
dropped from the sides of ships by sail
ors becalmed om their way home from
{the East Indica. He also exists io
| Australinn waters, but his chief homes
i are the Banks of Cape Breton shore and
| some portions of the Bay of Fundy. He
is not particular about the bottom.
His chief care is to allay the eravings
accommodate itself to anything that turns
{ up without much discrimination. He
lies close to the bottom usually, awaiting
his prey, his dark back and sides scarce.
ly discernible from the surrounding
rocks, and darts like a flash upon any of
the smaller fry that are so unfortunate ns
to come within his reach. If herring nad
{ similar fish be scarce he searches amon
| the stones for crabs, clams or other shell.
fish.-—[New York Advertiser,
a NSA AAA
French Frugality,
sb —
The French people are noted for their
frugality and their systematic saving of
money. It was from the remarkable
accumulations of the mass of the citizens
chiefly that the Freach Government de.
| rived the means to pay off the enormous
German war indemnity and that the great
sums squandered on the Panama Canal
were taken, Although the savings of
the Frouch are very great, they do not
compare in proportion to the population
with those of Massachusetts, Boras he
enjoyed a condition of and pros.
perity since the year 1871, vet the sums
deposited in the savings banks, municipal
and national in 1891, amounted to onl!
$720,000,000. In Massachusetts, in 18
the smount deposited in savings banks
was $5628 541,076, while there was §14,.
020,275 additional held by co.operative
banks. The population of France is be
tween 80,000,000 and 85,000,000, while
that of Massachusetts is only about
2,360,000. These figures present a very
striking contrast as to the prosperity of
the two countries, | Boston Journal,
Henn HanNonr of Gotha has satisfied
himself that there is a distinct connec
tion betweon’ the number of iceberg:
the Gulf Stream
4
FOR THE CHILDREN.
TOE LITTLE GIRL THAT CRIED,
Once the Little Girl that Cried,
Looking through her tears, espicd
Lovely motes of colored light
In the fringes of her eye—
Just as when the weather clears,
And the clouds are put to flight,
There's a rainbow ia the sky.
And the Little Girl that Cried,
When sho saw this lovely sight,
This fine rainbow in her tears, -
Would forget the reason why
She had thought it best to cry,
== Edith M. Thomas, in 8t, Nicholas,
LORD MACAULEY AS A LITTLE BOY,
Lord Macauley, whose history of
England you will some day read, if you
have not already read portions of it, and
whose essays are interesting to every-
body, was un very bright child, When he
was still vory young he showed that he
had as fine un collection of words in his
vocabulary as many a grown man. One
day when little
full name was Thomas Babbington Mag
lessons, his father took him to un after.
noon reception. Tom was five years old,
but he was delighted to
forward with joy
which he would have to eat,
had he entered the door,
gr
mth
Lowever, than
plate full of hot vroup upon the poor little
fellow’s logs. Smarting with pain though
he was, the little hero would not mar the
pleasure of the occasion by crying. His
kind-hearted him sore
candies and sweet cakes, and took
on her lap.
“Are you better,
few minutes later,
“I thank you, m
i abated,” re plic d the
with a bow,
And that was the
auley talked when he was still in knic
bockers, —[ St. Louis Star Sayings,
hostess gave
him
oe ol
Tom, she
ad ita,
little
the great Mac
ker.
wn
BOME
The tales that are told by sportsmen
after they have returned from
{ suit of game are often almost to wondes
it is difficult when
WONDERFUL HUNTING STORIES,
the pur
{ ful to be true, and yet
: listening to the 20 wl {ello
{ them to believe tha
ws who
i“
| on the hunters part to deceive
One of the most marvellous storie
the hunting-field of (
{ Paris, and }
{ resident of & small
France, who had spent 8
| part of the :
late come
5 a follows:
town in
day in a
had
wn 134 TOSGIE, OR
| for game, and
gun many
| sight,
| pigeon well
times ;
his way home, of a
whit
on a very steep hillside, The hun
gun was charged with powder,
| was entirely ou In this «
| gency, and resol thet
] would have the pig
{ the ground, took out his
{ and with it pulled seve
! the soles of hi
on
up in an oak -tiee
bat
firmly
po Ket
fai Dave oul Wi
With these
pigeon
i fired,
s shoes. bie
T
iler
bs pe
es
! loaded his gut.
| place. The hur
pigeon was pailed to a bran
{ oak tree with the shoe nailes
was almost ia despair,
| fastened apparently besond his reach
{ But he « tre i
! difficult
CUiLy
and the
h of
ime
3
th
g# the game
ed u
imbed the
to the
{ hung, and had just t
{| when he lost his foot
the air,
{| As chance would have it
{ landed in the midst
: began to roll rz
| slippery hill
{ he seized a hare 3
{| Then rolling forward,
j & covey of partridge
{ him with th }
join ©
Ken th
y 2 fail 3
ir anda jell LU
the hunter
He
steep and
’
of a hare's nest,
own the
t befor
by the hind lege,
, and striking about
the hare, he succeeded in kill
i ing nine of these admirable
He then picked himsell up, and took
i himself
bare, and his partridges, well satisfied
{ with the results of his day's sport.
{ This is almost as wonderful, really, as
| that old, old story of Barons Munthausen,
t who, when hunting for deer upon one
occasion, encountered a magnificent
i animal, but, like the Frenchman above,
! found bimself without shot,
i gathering together a handful of cherry
stones, he loaded his gun with them, and
{ fired at the deer, hitting him squarely
between the eyee, not killing him, how
{ ever. The deer managed to escape, but
some time later the Baron encountered
him again, and was surprised to see a
beautiful cherry tree growing out of the
birds
and fruit. It is suspected that the Baron
other is claimed to be so, although we
may all have our private opinion on the
| subject, —{ Harper's Young People,
SHUFFLE, THE BABY ALLIGATOR.
A queer name for a baby!
But this baby was an infant alligator.
One of the “Pike nose family” and a
native of Florida.
Mamma alligators build their nests
among tall reeds by the banks of rivers
or shallow ponds. The nests look like
small tepts about four feet high. First,
mamma alligator makes a circle on the
ground about as large round as a wagon.
wheel.
A mud floor is smosthed over this
circle. As soon as it is hard she packs
on it as many eggs as she can crowd to-
gether. They are larger than a hen's egg,
ant have very hard shells. Then comes
asccond mud floor, a little smaller that
the first, and more eggs. And soon, until
the peak of her house is reached, and
there is no more room.
Sometimes a hundred eggs are in one
house. Mamma alligator k careful
watch over them. She fights if enemies
come near. Baby alligators follow the
mother in water just as ducks swim out
after their mothers.
When alligators lie on the shore
in the sunshine they whine and yelp like
little dogs. At first they are not very
strong. If large birds peck at them, or
ugly turtles poke them, they cry out for
the mother.
One day a manma alligator went off
fishing, and a black boy caught one of
her It was about six #
for Lis home, There he was happy, and
every ono petted him,
One day Shuffle was missing, Oh, what
hunting there was! All the bhonrders
looked through closets, and under beds
and sofas,
Nothing wes heard of Shaflle all night.
Little Daisy Fenn, waking carly,
peeped through the bars of her crib,
“Oh mamma, ~—see, the paper is mov-
ing!” she cried.
** In the fireplace,” added Jack. ‘‘See,
peel"
“Ha, ha, I see his nose,” said mamma,
now wide awake. Master Pike-nose pop-
ped out, quite us much surprised as any
one.
snd put him into his bath-tub home.
“Just to think of it,” said all in abreath ;
“we all slept in the room with an alli-
gator, —a free alligator!”
“And nobody was hurt,” added Jack,
“That's the funpy part of it.”
Shuffle was a very small cater. A bit
| of raw beef the size of a pin-head, fas-
tened to a quill, was given him, This
was all he wished for a day, and some-
{ times he would not eat even that, Old
alligators go whole days without food,
In the spring, when Jack returned to
bis Northern home, he brought Bhufile
with him in a box, a present from the
landisdy. —[P. H. Chaplin, in the Whole
Family,
WHOLESALE MATCH-MAKING.
| How Settlers in Manitoba Were Supe
plied with Wives,
““Not many years ago I was in the
| wholesuie match -makiog business,” said
an ex-officer of the army. “It was
match-mnking of the matrimonial kind.
At that time, in 1879 and 1880, Mani
toba being opened to scttiement,
nud there was a rash of colonists thither
fro n Ont nd Quebec and from Great
Brita + settlers were mostly men,
Some of them® had families and would
send for them soon as they had got
somewhat fixed, but very many were
bachelors, They were making homes for
themselves, and naturally they found
that they needed wives, it few
them were sons of English farmers, and
riy all wera respectable and hard
wae
Wis
in
Ba
N % of
ne
rking fellows
, They could not afford to go snd get
i helpmates bad to un
: Young women,
68 to respectial
W
wives, and so } Iu
norted i.
iii wers
Encland mm
ind this business rapidly grew
brauch of the immi
philanthropic lady
i her attention to ex
over from great
in Important
worthy girls by the
whence they were
to Manitoba, Trains uld
into 8, Boniface, across the river
from W bringing or three
car loads of availabe wives at a tir
They were chaperoned with due regard
to propre and were consigned to the
and
wwarded wi
Come
two
innipes,
we
In iv,
1a ead
m to Winnipe
re provide
Th
temporary, beca
x
mining agents, who conveyed
7, where suitable quar-
for their accommoda-
was very
they were soon dis-
i
Liu 3
tors we 1
nmodation
oi BOCO
9 187
eid of
4 i
ho
ie settlers who were bachelors ap-
for the girls as fast as they were
in, Their applicating were
not considered unless they were properly
guaranteed as to character and ability to
support a wife Few of them came to
Winnipeg from a er distance than
250 miles Most commonly they wee
by letters from land sgents,
John Smith, for example,
was located on such and such a tract of
and, was the owner of 1.5 0 horses, was
sound, kind, and forth. On
ormal application for a wife
neked what sortof a
wreierred —whetner blonde
srunette, tall or short, plump or thin,
tlaving stated his preferences he
was introduced to one of the available
ladies, whercupon matters were quickly
arranged. A remarkable point was that
no suitor had ever to be introduced to a
second girl, Tovariably he was content
wit first one, and married her
Apparently the men considered that
when they had gone so far as an intro-
duction they bad committed themselves
irretriey ably,
“In this way, by a process of artificial
| selection, and other persons
officially in charge at Winnipeg made
matches by wholesale. The young
| women were given free transportation,
of course, the object being to make
homes in Manitoba, and thus secure the
{| permanent seitiement of the country.
| Incidentally, the natural increase of the
population was provided for. [ remem-
{ ber one man who drove over 700 miles to
get a wife, He was present when a train
{load of girls arrived and spotted the
| young woman be wanted off hand.
Within seven minutes after the train
came in the pair were united in matri.
mony, and the bridegroom started away
with his bride in a buckboard wagon,"
{ Washington Evening Star,
pe
Jolie i
brought
short
certified
stating that
a 8&0
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John
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Jack's Death in t je Flames.
“One-half of our town is mourning the
| death of as noble a beast as ever lived,”
(said Cherles ¥. Hunter of Memphis,
“It wouldn't surprise me to see some.
body take a hold of the matter and put
up a monument to the memory of ‘Jack.’
Let me tell you about him. le belonged
to a grocer out on the outskirts of the
| town, and early the other morning he
{ gave up his life to save otuers, Some
| ime before daylight the grocer, whose
name was Rosenstein, was awakened b
the barking of the dos, At first he paid
no Rtieptivn to 5 but the Somstant noise
angered him and he got up, taking
a stick the door, intending to
Quiet Jack with a licking. © As he opened
door the dog rushed post him and
bounded into the sleeping apartment,
Barking loudly. he puol'ed at the elothis
on the children’s bed till he pulled it off,
and with his paws shoved the little ones
out on the floor, The then dis.
covered that the entire front of his little
house was in flames, and that he had
scarcely time to get his wife and children
out of the house. They wore only thei
to
look for J.
out bin way Ih
ed
Cent
It You Were oa the Meo,
If lunar conditions are favorable to
human existence, and it iz not cerisin
chat they are not, and yon could be trans-
ported to the top of Pico or some other
tali peak or rock ou the surface of our
ssgilvery sister world,” how do you sup-
pose things would look from such vant.
age ground? You would probably drst
turn your eyes in the direction of our
but to yon it would he a stranger. In
place of the somber globe you would
naturally expect to behold your eyes
would be greeted with a most wonderful
sight, The earth would appear to you
to be sixty-four times larger than thesun
appears to the residents of this mundane
sphere ; this because the earth has eight
times the diameter of the moon, there
fore she must necessarily show the
moonites sixty-four times as much sur.
face as the moon shows ue. The sun,
on the other hand, would sppesr po
larger to you from your observatory on
the moon than it does from our globe,
been decided that the earth must appear
as nu blue ball to sll outside onlookers,
What a glorious sight it must be to our
Junarian neighbors te look upon abrigat
blue, swilt ball sixty -lour
times larger than the soul.--Bt. Louis
Republic.
Hood’s Cures
revolving
Ww.
Va,
A Faler's Grafinds
impels Him to Tell How His
Son Was Saved
White Swelling and Serofula Cured,
Navy
I write this simply becanes | feel it adaty
to}
. 80 that
umanity
thers affocied as my son
“as may know how to be cured, When
ME WER J swelling onthe on
knee, drawing his leg
susing him intense
k snd | considered
yours oid a wh te
& right jeg below the
sp ab right angles,
ile
ani
suffering. ould not wa
him
A Confirmed Cripple.
Al
cod and 41
¢ NW Ti WIN barged fronly.
him $5 Cinetn.
or a surgical « ration. [He was 30 weak
and poor we gave bitn Hood's Sara: arilla to
To our great sar
Farsaparilla not only gave
the sore, after discharging
HOOD’S
Sarsaparilla
CURES
several pieces of bone, to entirely heal up. His
log straighiensd out, and he Dow runs every.
where, as lively as any boy.” J. LL. McMon.
BAY. Notary Public, Ravenswood, W, Va
r
At lengt
wih we decided U0 take
nati
baiic up his strength,
prise,
gth but
Hood's
rer CRON
foad's Pills are
sist digestion, cure headache
the best afterdinner Pills, a0
ry 8 box.
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Do Not Be Deceived
with Pastas, Enamels and Patote which stain he
bands, Inliure the iron and bars red.
The Rising Sun Stove Polish ts Britiiant, Odes
tess, Durables, and the consumer pavs for bo Un
or glass package with every
No Alkalies
RE. Ta
Other Chemicals
are used in the
preparation of
W. BAKER & C0.'8
Only 8 Tmommer
and a. ieay
CLINCH RIVETS.