VOL XXXIX The Butler County National Bank OF BUTLER, PA. Commenced Business August lNth. 1890. Statement of Condition at Close of Business, Wednesday, Apr 30, "Oli RESOURCES. LIABILITIES. T.r, a n« t1.37tf.933 40 Capital $ 200.000 00 j United States Bonds 100,000 00 Surplus and Profits 132.811 24 Banking House and other Circulation 100, OW 00 j Real Estate 49.000 00 Deposits 1,548,411 85 i Cash and due from Banks. 452 299 69 $1,981,223 09 $1,981,223 0# STATE OF PENNSYLVANIA. ) sg COUNTY OF BUTLER, S I, J no. G. McMarlin. Cashier of the CORRECT —Attest: above named Bank, do solemnly swear . that the above statement is true to the JOSEPH HARTMAN, : 0 j m _ knowledge and belief. ASSt .! II ;• Directors. JNO. G. MCM ARLIN, Cashier. t' p \f ismtmtv Subscribed, and sworn to before me, MIFFLIN j this 7th day of May. 1902 A. L BOWSER. Notary Public. We t*ke plensnre in calling your attention to the above statement, and respectfully solicit yonr basinets. 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W | *?[? 11 Gowns 50c. 75c, |1 00 and $1 50 JR A v tl \ Drawers 25c, 50c, 75c and $1 00 M Skirts 50c, 75c, $1 00 and up. jp 5 We sell the New Idea 10c Paper Patterns. u jff Monthly fashion sheets free. |L. Stein & Son,* S 108 N MAIN STREET, BUTLER. PA. S t,Xa£X&XXX<%&9e fit' its corners whon El * W! « IS ,'Jjj!' mendorf entered, al- Uthough the long June day was still bright was sitting on his couch, staring at the pretty pillow that Kendall had noticed. He had not troubled himself to rise as be called, "Come In!" in response to the detective's knock. "Mr. Elmendorf," said he, "good even- Ins sir What can Ido for you?" "I want to ask you a few questions, doctor." replied Elmendorf. "Hello! Had a burglary?" He pointed to a desk in the corner that seemed to have been broken open. "There was a blankbook that had contained a business memorandum," he ( said, "and it was locked up in that desk. A friend of mine was so anxious to see It that, calling in my absence, he did not wait for me to return. He broke the desk and got the book. But, i unluckily for him, I had already re moved the page on which the memo randum appeare^." "Blackmail?" queried Elmendorf. "Something of the sort," was the re ply. "If 1 can be of any assistance, let me know," said the detective. "And now I want to talk about the case of Elsie Miller. There's a little medical point"— "Why don't you ask Kendall?" "Dr. Kendall Is not talkative." said Elmendorf. "and"— "Neither am I," responded Blair. "However, let's hear your question." "You remember," said ElmAdorf, seating himself and looking across the table in the center of the room, his arms resting upon It, "that Miss Miller was stabbed In a peculiar way. There was a little mark, a scar you might call It, Just below the collar bone on the left side"— "The mark of what we call a 'green' fracture," said Blair; "that Is, the bone was broken In youth. I understand she fell against a sharp point of some thing while she was at play. The rib at that spot was permanently weaken ed and somewhat depressed afterward, but not enough to Interfere with the luu<;." "It was no disfigurement when she wore a low cut dress, was It?" asked Elmendorf. "Quite the contrary." replied Blair. "It looked like a large dimple." "An ordinary man wouldn't have known what It was, eb?" "Probably not." "The knife couldn't have struck there by accident," said Elmendorf. "It looks to me like one of those freaks of a murderer who has brooded over tbo crime In advance." "Curious point," said Blair. "So it seemed to me," said Elmen dorf, "anil here's another. Of course the man who stabbed her meant to kill her." "Certainly." "A thief would have struck her on the head." "I should think likely." "So this was a murder case," said Elmendorf. "There was the Intention to kill. Now, why didn't the murderer strike again?" "He probably thought the wound was fatal," responded Blair. "That's the queer part of It," Bald the detective. "I wouldn't have thought It was fatal. Most murderers go on stabbing; they strike half a dozen times In a sort of frenzy. This j man was content with one blow, but it was a good one, and If the knife blade hadn't been bent"— "Was It bent?" Inquired Blair. "Yes," was the reply. "And If the assassin was one ™*bo knew the loca tion of the vital organs, but was at the time too much excited to notice the defect In the Instrument, why, then, that bend In the blade may have saved her life." "If It Is saved," added Blair. "It was certainly saved for a time," said the detective, "though every doc tor who saw the wound immediately pronounced It fatal. That's a point In the case." "Prom which you conclude —what?" laid Blair, rising and taking a seat at the table opposite Elmendorf. The detective did not Immediately answer the question. He seemed to be deep In thought. "By the way," he said suddenly, "there's another point while 1 remem ber it. 1 mean that letter." "What letter?" "The one Alden wrote and Elsie nev er got," replied Elmendorf. "The post man really delivered It, of course, though he won't testify positively. It was undoubtedly put by the servant under the door of the vestibule, that lit tle hall leading to Miss Miller's room. It was put under that door, but not far enough." "Not far enough?" "No. Somebody came along and pulled It out. If It happened to be a man who was In love with Miss Miller, the reading of it couldn't have been pleasant. But how did the man get there?" "1 don't know," said Blair. "As to the motive," continued the de tective, "that's pretty clear now. Miss Miller has told about her marriage. She hasn't u*med the man, but you know lilin." "Yes," said Blair; "I know him." He took up a very little bottle from the table and began to turn It Idly In bis hands. "Now, then," said Elmendorf, "let's recapitulate. The murderer was a man who knew of that sear." "Anybody might have seen that," re joined 1 '.lair. "He knew what It was," continued Elmendorf. "He also was a man who at.the first glance believed that wound which he hnd Inflicted to be fatal. Wo conclude that he was a doctor." "Very pretty," said Blair. "The Individual subsequently tried to poison Miss Miller," said the detective, "and his way of doing It also bears out the theory that he was one who had a knowledge of medicine. He knew Just what poison to employ, and he guessed that there would be some sort of food substance in the room Into which the poison could be put. Now, besides being a doctor, what was he?" "A scoundrel. I should replied Blair. "He was a man who could go In and out of Mrs. Simmons' house when he pleased." said Elmendorf. "He was not one who depended upon any Im perfect catch of a door. Perhaps he had lived In the house and had uever given up his key. Anyhow it is certain that he went to see Miss Miller at 9 o'clock In tiie morning, an hour when most men would not think they had a right to call, but one who claimed to be her husband might. He saw that letter sticking out from under the door. He stole it. and he said after reading it, 'lf not mine, then no man's.' He was a murderer in his heart, then." "You mean to Imply," said Blair, "that he had been accustomed to go in and out of that house without ringing tjie bell; that he was her husband, though she would not see him except when he presented himself at her door to plead and to be sent away, with his , heart on tire. Well, I think that may ; -be true." "Undoubtedly," said Elmendorf, "but who was the man?" There was a rap at the door, and Blair said "Excuse me" quite conven tionally as lie crossed the room to open It. He exchanged some words with a servant and for a few seconds stood outside, but his left hand was always visible upon the door, as Elmendorf carefully uoted. When he returned to his seat, he set down the very small bottle upon the table. "I had reasoned so far early In the case," continued Elmendorf, "and had even made an experiment with a per- | son whom I had suspected. I cut my hand and let him bandage it, though that proved not to be necessary, for the man acquitted himself instantly by j saying that 1 had cut an artery' when J there was plainly no arterial bleeding. ■ to say nothing of the location of the in- ■ Jury. So he surely wasn't a doctor." "You seein to be quite an educated 1 man," said Blair dreamily. "Have you [ learned anything in this life that j would help you lead another If you had one?" "Very little, I'm afraid," said Elmen- I dorf; "but let us proceed. I had proved ! that the man was a doctor, and then ! came the Philadelphia story. You | know what happened over there. The j husband ran out for a doctor. That floored me at first, and I had to think It \ out." "1 was afraid she was poisoned," said Blair calmly, "and dared not be alone with her If she should die." "You!" exclaimed Elmendorf, rising. 1 "You! Well"—and be sat down again —"lt doesn't surprise mel" "You came here to get me," respond ed Blair. "1 knew It as soon as you sat down there. I had no chance, though Rhe promised to shield me In re turn for my clearing Miss Maclane. j She'd have done It anyway, of course. That she had already proved. She was anhnmed. ashamed, deadly ashamed, : and sick to the soul of her for having ever loved me. Well, It's all over. If you know what happened In Philadel phia, it only remained for you to find the New York doctor. He's In Europe, ; however; left a week or more ago. i His name Is Osborne. Any more In- Ult left hand «*ia alway visible upon the door. formation 1 can give you, Mr. Elmen dorf? It's all up. I might as well talk." "Why didn't you run?" demanded Elmendorf. "I staid to play the game out," re plied Blair. "There was money In view, and 1 love money, my friend; also 1 love life. How absurd, but I do—now that It's over! Think of it! And there isn't a man In New York this minute as wretched as 1 am. Why, I'd Just heard from the hospital, and 1 was sitting there on that couch, staring at the pillow she made for me, think ing of the endless stitches and the love —Elmendorf, she told me that every one of tliem was sewed with love for me. Why does that stick in my mind? Why couldn't I be straight? Well, well, I'm do.ie for—done for!" Elmendorf eyed the man curiously. His face was flushed as If with fever, and his words were thickly uttered and hurried, as with delirium. "You didn't get the money?" said Elmendorf. "Money!" echoed Blair. "For the first time In my life I forgot that there was such a thing. I read that letter, as you guessed, and I was crazed. I knew she was holding her secret, and . would put him off for shame, and bc- I cause she treasured up something he ' had said that frightened her about some woman who run away to be mar , rled. Well, I went there that after • noon; I talked with her, raved at her and then —well, you know what happened. I thought every one would know I did It. We hail hail more meet ings In the last few weeks than you'd ! believe possible," he rambled on, "but then nobody cares what his neighbor does here In New York. Our whole ro mance passed without notice. I was on the balcony when Hoblnson came." "Did you know that he returned?" asked Elmendorf. "Returned?" "He left his cane In the room, got outside the house, got In agulu because the lock hadn't caught and entered the room, thinking that he had heard an answer to his knock. There was the money right on the table, and no body in sight, you and Miss Miller being on the balcony between the win dows. He needed money, and he took 1 It, and I traced It. The man's at head i quarters now. He tried to skip, but hi 1 ' was shadowed at the time, as 1 knew and he didn't." "I thought Neale got the money," said Blair, starting as if from a doze. "Robinson will be released," said Elinendorf. "There'll be no complaint. This whole case will be covered up." "Covered up?" echoed Blair, and he laughed. "I'll be covered up-in my grave, and. by , Elmendorf. 1 don't want to die! I don't want to die! Can you understand that?" "Don't die. then," said Elmendorf; "there's no need of it. I shan't trouble you. I could make a lot of money by letting you aloue, and I'm going to do It for nothing, or, to be exact. I'm going to do it for Elsie Miller. You'll go scot free. Blair, you black hearted, lying brute!" Blair suddenly rose to his feet. He seemed to be impossibly tall as he stood there with raised shoulders and clinch ed hands, staring down at Elmendorf. "Do you mean to say that you have not couie here to take me?" he demand ed. "That's what I mean." said Elmen dorf. "You can go where you please, and you'd better go as fast as you can, for Alden may be here at any moment Perhaps you have observed certain physical peculiarities of Mr. Alden? I seem to hear your bones crack. Blair, in his hands." Blair gave utterance to a terrible oath. "Do you know what I have done"'" he crh d in a voice that sent a chill to Elmendorf"s heart. "Look here:" He liTtid the small bottle nud then dashed it down to shivers. "I'm done for! I've taken enough "f that to kill three men. No electric chairs for me. Aud now—l might have lived! I might have gone abroad. 1 could have had money—found a new life; but I'm a dead man." He had wrenched open the door of a locker upon the wall, but at the lust words he turned to launch a frightful curse at Elmendorf. "I may still save myself." he bab bled. and there was a rattling of bot tles in the cupboard. "This Is it. Great heavens! There is hardly enough Bring me that water." Elmendorf started to comply, but ills speed did not equal Blair's impatience, and the latter sprang forward so that they came together. There was a tinkling of glass upon the floor. Blair sprang back. Ills face dripping aud ghastly red with the poison. "It's all 1 have!" he cried. "It's my last chance! And you you did It!" With incredible strength aud sudden ness he seized a heavy paperweight from the table and aimed a fearful blow at Elmendorf. The detective reel ed for ail Instant and then fell face downward upon the floor, where he lay perfectly still. Blair glanced at him once, then rush ed to a mirror nenr the window and stared at his own livid face. "There may be time!" he gasped, one hand clutching his breast. "If 1 can get to a drug store"— He seized Ills hnt Instinctively and rushed to the door, through which he passed Into the ball. "I>r. Rlalr," said a remembered voice. "I must speak with you. Come back with me. Where Is Elmendorf? Have you seen him?" Frantic, be tried to shake off the hand that was on his arm. but the hand was of iron He babbled unintelligible words. "Poison!" cried Alden. "Who Is poi soned? Come back here to the light." And he thrust Blair Into the otlice, practically carrying the man at arm's length. Utterly iusane with the fear of death, Blair struck at his captor vainly and screamed like a child. Elmeudorf was struggling to his feet as they entered, and Alden uttered a. cry at the sight of him. "Did he do this?" he exclaimed, pointing at Blair, whom he had re leased. Elmendorf pressed his hand upon his hair, which was wet with blood. "Yes," he said hoarsely; "this—and the other!" Alden paused an Instant, the strength of his body gathering for effort. Then he leaped forward and seemed to pass half through, half over, the body of Blair, as If It had been a ghost In garments. Turning, he saw Blalr lying jpon the floor, his limbs contort ed, his face bearing the uamistakablo stamp of death. Elmendorf staggered forward and knelt beside the body. "We're going to keep her secret," he said. "Her name must not appear in this. We must see what the man has in his pockets and In the room. Some of these fellows make strange memo randa." "Brenda has told me the story," said Alden. "It could not be concealed. In fact, I had got so much from the nurse you bribed that the remainder matter ed little. And this man was her hus band, this cowardly wretch, this assas sin of women!" "He was also an Inventerof women," said Elmendorf. "And I never knew a shrewder trick." "Do you mean iliat he lied about see ing one?" "There was no mysterious woman In the case," replied Elmendorf. "It was a pure Action and worthy of Its author. He was clever, and for a thor oughgoing scouudrel— Hello! What's this?" He had drawn a sheet of paper from Blair's pocket, and after a glance at It he handed It to Alden, who read that Arthur Gordon Blair and Joseph Neale, captain of police, were equal partners. CHAPTER XX. THE ONI.T TIIINQ TIIAT MATTEItS. I, document appeared *° possess the power L. ¥ IB vfx of a spell, for while ■ jP?' Alden held It In his SS I hands he heard one JL Jf, blow upon the A door, and then Neale strode Into the room. "What's this?" he demanded. "El mendorf, didn't I tell you to let this man alone?" "I'll let him alone now, captain," said Elmendorf. "You can bury him. And see thai you bury everything else too. This whole case is on I lie ipilet. I can steer things :it headquarters with a lit tle money. Mr. Alden. and Joe Neale must tain- care of tin- precinct. This Is a mysterious suicide. Neale: due probably to financial trouble or ill health It has no illation to the case of Miss Miller." "Since when did I take orders from you?" cried Neale. "Since I gill hold or this." replied El mendotf. showing the partnership agreement "1 know the whole game, Neale. and you can't stand It Just now." "That's off anyhow." said Neale. with deep bitterness. "Duncan Machine was too smart lie has got the llol beln company's option hint -elf. for the gent win was til have been his non-11l law. of course." And be bowed grotoM|i:ely to Alden. "Machine KII I IVil a t;;t after lit had glvi si t:;i to Blair." lie continued, "and so lie stepped in ahead of n* And now, Elmendorf. I'm willing to call this thing a draw on your terms, in ! attend to matters here strictly on the quiet, aud you take care of your own end of it as well as you can. Is it a go?" "It is," replied the detective. "As soon as I get my head patched up I'll go down to headquarters and get Ilob- Inson out or start things moving that way. And you, Mr. Alden?" "i am going back to St. Winifred's." was the reply. When Alden reached the hospital, he went at once to Kendall's room, from which place he sent word of his ar rival. Both the doctor aud Brenda presently Joined him. •'I think the danger Is nit over," said Kendall, taking Alden's hand. "This last attack of faintness was to be ex pected; but I do not look for any re currence. But how Is it with you? Something serious has happened?" Alden told them simply and directly Just what had occurred. "She is free, then?" exclaimed Bren da. "Yes. and partly by my hand," he re plied. "Brenda. I am glad of It. 1 am glad lo have been concerned in that man's death. 1 am more than naif a savage. From the first instant, when I learned that Elsie had been struck down. 1 had scarcely more than one idea, one passion the desire for venge ance. I wanted to kill with my own hands the man who had done this thing All softer feelings were swal lowed up in that one desire." "It produced a singular effect." said Kgmlall. with a shudder. "You mean that 1 seemed to be guilty of this crime?" said Alden calmly. "Well, then- was murder in my heart at the time, yon see, and 1 cannot hlame any who misjudged me. And now. Brenda." he said, drawing him self up and clinching his white and del icate hands that gave so little hint of their etiorniou* strength. "1 am glad that I can go to her and tell her tlint he is dead: that that dreadful night mare of the past need not hang over her; that all these horrors"— "My friend." said Brenda, checking him. "you will do nothing of the kind." He asked her in surprise what she might mean "You will utter no such violent senti ments," she said. "Elsie believes her self a sinner. Sle looks upon that folly as If it were a terrible offense, and, what is much more Important, she be lieves that you will so regard It. She thinks tlint you will look upon her as a girl disgraced by her own act and saved by chance. The whole matter has assumed a shape utterly monstrous in her eyes. Now, what will you do— thank CJod in her presence that the dreadful drama closed with your hands upon Blair's throat? Never, never! You will be very gentle always. You will say to her in the beginning that you love her dearly and that nothing else matters in the least. You will speak as little as possible of this tan gle of crime. It is not Important. Do you comprehend? Love Is what mat ters. Throughout these first difficulty days and for all your life you will do' the same thing. You will help her to forget that such men as Blair are In the world; that she ever met one of them. It won't be a forbidden topic. Oh. far from that; merely a matter not worth brooding over in a world full of sunshine and love." "Brenda," said h«, "this la the flower of wisdom. I think I might have erred In a way that would have taken a long time to set right. Can I see her now ?" "I think you cun," said Kendall— "now." And with the Inst word he looked at Brenda. Aldeu understood. "I shall be all you wish uie to be," he said. So they went to Elsie's room, Alden lingering until the way was prepared for him. He entered smiling and han ' some In the way of the days before. He knelt down beside Elsie's bed and " "What's thlsf" he demanded. In the gentlest way let her know that her secret had come Into Ills keeping and that he had forgotten It again. Then he told her that she was free, but not with any words to picture the horror of the last scene. The man had died by his own hand, as It was best he should. "But still this story, Clarence—think of It!" she said. "It Is bound to be told." "My child," said he gently, "If you are uiy wife and are received by the Machines and a few other people whom 1 know"— "Including the Kendalls," said Brenda. "Don't forget them." "No," sajd the doctor, "that wouldn't do at all. Why, a dozen years ago, when the phrase 'the Four Hundred' was first heard, an old dowager of my tribe protested against It. 'Four hun dred indeed!' cried she. 'Why, there are more than 400 Kendalls!' So there's the size of your clan, little girl." "So only love uintters," said Alden, still upon Ills knees. "Is not that true?" Elsie was silent for a moment. Then she suddenly opened the hand that Alden wasn't holding and showed hi in something which had been clasped In It. "Do you recognize It?" she said. "I've kept It all the time." "My message that I sent the first you were here," he exclaimed, taking it. "The mysterious message!" said Brenda. "You may read It If you like," said Alden. giving her the paper. "Elsie is willing." "Wait!" cried Elsie. "You may read It If you will give it to L>r. Kendall afterward." "That will be no more than ordinary politeness," said Brenda, glancing at the (taper; "ouly three words—"l love you.' " And she put the little missive Inta Kendall's hand. • •••••• Tlic arrangements of C'gptaln Nealc 11 in I licit cilve Elnieiidorf accomplished a beautifully complete suppression of th«- news in the case, and the latter re ceived the sincere thanks of 4M ' who spoke for all others concerned. There might have been other consider atlons than mere thanks; but. In the detective's opinion, the Ume was not ripe for corruption. About a week later Alden was sur prised to meet Elmendorf In a car of the elevated road dressed In a patrol man's uniform. "Back to the ranks," said Elmendorf gloomily. "Neale's pull has finally got me. The 'front office' expressed regret I dou't know why." "Resign," said Alden. "1 want you with me. My deal has gone through la great shape. I can put you In the way of making money." "Nobody can do that," said Elmen dorf. "I wasn't born for it." Alden did not reply In words, but he fastened a grip on ElmendoiTs arm that couldu't have been loosened with out a major surgical operation and led him out of the train despite his pro tests on the ground of duty. They went to Alden's office, and when they left It "the force" had lost an excellent officer and really able detective. THE END. V HARD TO GET STARTED. Thlnicx Which Overcome a Writer When Brclnnlns an Article. There Is a feeling of timidity that oftentimes overcomes a writer when beginning an article. As In writing a letter, it is getting started that puzzles. It is the custom to begin with slow moving piston and work gradually into full speed until the flow of words is free, and then the difficulty with some of us is to find the brake valve. Again, a frriter sometimes discovers that his beginning is a more fitting ending, and vice versa. The newspaper style is to throw general conclusions up strong under the headlines, while the serrnon izor reserves them until his final cli max. Thackeray remarked once that he could never tell exactly what he was going to say until his pen was in hand and under motion and then did not fully realize just what he was saying until It was written. There is a subconscious ness that shapes writing as it does speaking. This, I know, distuibs some well known theories of speaking and writ lug—ns to weighing everything and then measuring it out as a druggist compounds a prescription—but my ob servations are that the preparation is more in getting full of a subject and then letting the mind work free under the impulse of the dominating idea. There are as many ways and meth ods in writing and speaking as there are individuals, and yet the fundamen tal law in the transmission of thought and speech runs largely In the same groove, whether It be the Jargon of the Hottentot or the polished periods of the scholar. Human nature has its own primitive impulses that defy all rules of rhetoric and the power of ex pression—that is, the power, mind you —ls deeper seated than any artificial formula of stylists. National Maga zine. Cheap at ths Price. A certain pompous and officious judge In a western town bad Just fined a young lawyer $lO for contempt of court. After it had been paid a grave old attorney walked up to the bench and laid down a ten dollar goldplece. "What is that forT* asked the Judge. "For contempt, your honor," was the reply. "But 1 didn't fine you for contempt," answered the judge. "There muit be some mistake." "Oh, no, there isn't," replied the old man. "I have cherished a secret con tempt for this court for a long time, nnd I'm willing to pay for It." —Chica- go News. Equal. Some years ago at a Mardi Gras ball at the Hopkins Instituto of Art a man, masked, approached a woman, masked, and asked her for a dance, as is con sidered right and proper at Mardi Gras. "But I dou't know you, sir," said the lady in her most icy tone. "Well, I'm taking as big a risk as you are," retorted the man. An Interloper's Explanation. "Now, then," cried the deep voiced woman, "what has made female suf frage possible?' 1 "Male sufferance," replied the rude man who had no business to be there at all.—Philadelphia Press. Wealth does not make a home. It takes thoughtful, sympathetic com rades to make a home. —Ladles' Home Journul. THE JAPAN CURRENT. Karo Slwo riles Great Loads »l Driftwood on Alaska's Shores. In one sense the Kuro Slwo, or Japan current, is the most interesting in the world because many oceanographers believe it was the direct means of peo pling America. This much at least is certain: If a boat were to be set adrift on parts of the Asiatic coast and sur vived all storms, the Japan current could be depended upon to carry it across the l'aciflc and deposit It on the American shore. Such a thing has happened. In 1532 nine Japanese fish ermen were left derelict and unable to llnd their way back to shore. They went with the current, and after a drift lasting during several months they were carried to Hawaii. Trees torn by storms from the banks of Aslutic rivers frequently float across the Pacific to the American coast. Be tween Kakatag and Kyak islands, about 1,200 miles northwest of Seattle, enormous piles of this driftwood cover the beaches. There can be no question of the Asiatic origin of the timber. They are the trunks of the camphor tree, the mango and the mahogany. Logs 150 feet long and eight feet In dl umcter are frequently found. Many of them are seen floating shoreward, with fantastic roots standing high above the waves. In places the logs are piled twenty feet high. They are generally without bark, which has been peeled off by the waves, and most of them have become white and heavy from impregnation with salt water. As they pile up the winds drift over them, and gradually they sink out of sight, and new beaches are formed. This process has been going on for ages, and the shore line Is being steadily extended. Excavations along the beach show that texture of the burled timber gets hard er and harder the farther In you go, until in some instances petrifaction has taken place. Other excavations show IOK* that have turned to coal. The presence of Siberian driftwood on the shores of Greenland convinced Nansen that his Idea of drifting ncross the i'olac sea in the Tram was logical. Great quantities of the wood are an nually cast on the coasts of Spits bergen and Nova Zcmbla, and there are tribes of Greenland Eskimos who depend for sledge runners and other wooden implements on the drift from Siberian forests. For years they de pended for iron implements on the hoops of casks which came to them over seas.—Theodore Waters in Alns lee'a. No 20 A MODEL DAiRY. * The Arrangement, Ventilation sst Care of Stable—Mllkera' Room. Here are some of the requirements of a model dairy as set forth by R. A. Pearson of the bureau of animal indus try in a plan for the improvement of market milk: The stable shall be arranged with ai view to the comfort of the animals and so ns to facilitate the work of cleaning, milking, etc. The floor shall be smooth and incapa ble of absorbing liquids and sloping sufficiently to cause good drainage. The gutters behind the cows shall be open and with sufficient incline to cause good drainage. The side walls and ceiling shall be so tlglit as to prevent dust sifting through, and they shall be so constrncted as to prevent cobwebs and dust from col lecting and easily to be cleaned. There shall be windows In at least two sides of the stable, providing not less than three square feet of unob structed window glass to each animal. Each animal shall be allowed at least as many cubic feet of air space as the number of pounds of its live weight. The ventilation shall be so efficient that one will not notice a stale, dis agreeable or strong animal odor on en tering the building. The stalls shall be comfortable, at least three feet wide, or three and a raw n» A MODEL DAIRY. half feet for a large cow, and so long that the animal need not habitually stand with feet in the gutter. The stable yard shall be well drained so ns to be usually dry and no pools al lowed to form. A suitable place, at least 200 feet dis tant from the Btable building, shall be provided for cows not approved by the veterinarian and those separated from the herd for any cause except calving. A special room, conveniently located, shall be provided for the milkers to wash In before and during milking. The interior walls shall be kept clean and light colored. If whitewash is used, a fresh coat shall be applied, at least three times a year, and oftener 11 necessary, to keep the walls clean and white. Mold spots shall not be permit ted. The accumulation of dirt, cobwebs, rubbish nnd materials not needed for stable work shall not be permitted. At least half an hour before milking time stables shall be thoroughly clean ed and ventilated and manure removed from the building. The stablo floors shall be sprinkled when necessary to keep down the dust. When cows are kept in the stable continuously, as In stormy weather, it shall be cleaned often enough to be kept as free as possible from the ma nurlal odors. If necessary, land plaster shall be used for absorbing liquids and odors. At least once every two months the mangers shnll be scrubbed with a brush and water and «oap, lye or wash ing powder. Animals of other species shall not bo kept in the same room with milk cows. No strong smelling material shall be allowed In or near the stable. If ma nure is on the premises, it shall be at least 100 feet distant from the stable. A New View of Sorffhnm. Dr. Henry Stewart affirms in Farm and Home that, having given study to the matter of sheep, cattle and horses being killed by eating sorghum or so cnlled cane fodder, he is able to stnte the cause: "Once I was making an examination of the plant at sirup mill and happened to carelessly draw a blade of It through my hand, feeling it rough. Some of my lingers were cut to the bone by the leaves, aud this, of course, led me to make a microscopical examination of the leaves. I found the edges of the leaves were fringed by almost trans parent teeth visible and apparent to the enlarged view as clear, glasslike hooks. I at once recognized tho cause of the trouble with the plant. Animals fed on sorghum of course pass the pulpy mat-, ter through tho bowels, and In cases when much of the fodder has been eaten the compact mass, having myri ads of these sharp, glassy, hooked points, cuts the bowels and produces fatal inflammation. Examination of the bowels of animals killed In this way has confirmed this diagnosis, and I am satisfied of Its entire correctness. Every 111 has its remedy, and so has this, in prevention of this Injury by avoiding feeding of mature, or nearly mature, sorghum aud by mixing it, un der any circumstances, with other fod der. In its early stage of growth, or when thickly grown, the forage Is less hard nnd sharp." An Inspiration. A pretty girl boarded a crowded street car In Washington, and a pom pous old gentleman arose and gave her a seat. After some time a number of pas sengers got out. and the old gentleman sank Into the nearest corner with a weary sigh. "1 wouldn't get up again," he mur mured. "for an angel." And then, ns he caught the eyes of the girl fixed up on him reproachfully, he added quick ly, "I mean, madam, for another an te! I"—Harper'a Magazine. An Einmpla. "The chimney Is smoking," he said. "Yes," she retorted; "that'a the effect of bad axatuple. Usually the chimney lias consideration enough to do lta smoking outdoors." Thus It camo nbout that he finished his cigar on the back porch.—Chicago Post Pointed. "Why are you crying. Utile boy?" "One of tliem artists paid me a dlrna to sit on the fence while he sketched! we." "Well, Is there any harm In that?" "Yes. * elr It «'iis a barb wire tviuwriillnitelnliln Iteeurd.