PETS-FROM- I Jealous Dfttj^ , JF K €^lt m >L j£ The Island of Luzon has been called the "Pearl of the Philippines," and, like Cuba, is a marvel of scenic charm and productiveness. The two islands enjoy the same climate of perpetual summer, their mountain ranges are almost exactly of the same average height, and are clothed to their very summits with evergreen forests. In the coast hills of Luzon the dawn r rOKCUPINE FISH. of day is heralded by the multitudinous screams of little monkeys. Tree cats occasionally raid the top branches and give the monkeys some reason for screaming. The hills echo the bay of wild dogs; wild pigs rustle about the jungle, and jackals prowl along the beach in quest of sea spoil. There are three varieties of deer in the uplands, and all sorts of curious rodents can be trapped in the Sierras. As a consequence the cities of the Philippines swarm with pets, and the supply Is beginning to overflow into the zoological curiosity shops of the sea port towns of the United States. The Luzon contributions chiefly represent tlie tribe of the macaques (pronounced makaks). Luzon exports a mischievous rock baboon, and the ringed lemur, a sort of ulglit-monkey, with owl eyes and a bush tail that can lie made to en circle his nock like a shawl. The sud den opening of those big eyes lias a weird effect; but their owner is a com paratively harmless Filipino, and needs not much persuasion to nestle in the overcoat pocket of liis protector. If. moreover, that pocket should happen to lie furnished with handkerchiefs, lie will wrap himself up like a pet gray squirrel, and express his delight in a curious chuckle. But at about 0 or S o'clock in the WINGED LEMUR—A COMPARATIVELY HARMLESS FILIPINO. veiling, according to the season of the /ear, the Lemur torquatus wakes up and begins to explore his boarding house; cautiously at iirst, then in •wider and wider leaps, taking jumps of ten or twelve feet without ever miscalculat ing ills distance by a hairbreadth. jHe&h A EE PRESENTATIVE OF THE TKIB- OF TEE MACAQUES. He will hop oa his master's knee, down again, and up on an armchair: there he will crouch for a moment with a quivering bush tail, then double up for a spring and land on a bookshelf at the opposite end of the room, or on his own cage, but never on the lamp, lie inspected that the moment It was brought in, and touched the chimney long enough to satisfy himself that it had better be admired from a distance. "Mono bruxo"—"ghost monkey"—the Filipinos call him. He never appears in the daytime, and would lie but lie quiet in his nest in a hollow branch, his existence would never be suspected. But curiosity is apt to get the better of bis discretion, and If a hunter strikes his nest tree with an axe, a black face with a pair of still blacker eyes will peep down from a knothole to Inquire the cause of the disturbance. The hunter then marks the tree, and an hour later returns with a bag and a forked stick. Master Torquatus has gone to sleep by that time, and Is roused when the fork gets a good hitch in his fur and twists him out of his dormitory. A bushy-tailed and extremely wide awake Islander is the Luzon dwarf fox, which is often caught in the Sierras and caged as we would cage a gopher or weasel. "Perrito" means literally "doggy," and there is really something puppyish about the appearance of the young hill foxes, but their ears soon get too sharp to leave a doubt about their affinity. The perrito is a true fox, although not nearly as heavy as a Kentucky fox-squirrel, and quite able to live on a vegetable diet. He will eat bread, ber ries and grapes, and the Filipinos even get him used to boiled rice, flavored with a few drops of oil; but the in stincts of his species revive if he is turned loose in a room enlivened by scampering rodents. A nursing perrita hides her whelps as best she can, bundling them away in the darkest corner of an old cracker box, or even in the lee of a jack-boot. A week after they have their eyes open the pretty little animals will ven ture out of their own accord, have a leaping match after a cockroach or grasshopper, or roll about on the floor, pawing one another like playful kit tens. As the days go by they become more enterprising, and contrive to scrape a gopher out of his wire trap without waiting for the assistance of their keeper. In default of other fun. lliey will tiptoe their way to the stove, where a Newfoundland puppy lies snor ing on ills rug. For a minute or longer they will stand, closely watching the young giaut; then they will crouch down and approach with a catlike wriggle, until one of them touches the sleeper. Upon that all will scamper back, frightened at their own bold ness. The Luzon kalong bat. with his enor mous skin wings folded, is hardly as big as a half-grown rabbit, and nor mally weighs from a pound and a half to a pound and three-quarters; but breakfast, at which he gorges himself with bananas and boiled carrots, in creases bis weight by some sixty per cent. At noon lie Is ready for lunch, but he reserves his chief effort for supper. These winged gluttons infest the Eastern Archipelago from Sumatra tc Luzon, and would be a worse plague than the Egyptian locusts if their habitat were not a region of inex haustible fertility. A Philippine bau ana-planter can work one day a week and get more food from an acre of ground than a hard working American wheat farmer could possibly raise on twenty acres; but it has been proved that even that enormous harvest could be doubled if it were possible to keep bats and monkeys away. As it is, tlie depredations never cease, night or day, and by way of getting even, the Filipinos cage and sell as many of the marauders as they can trap. In San Francisco tame kalong bats cost about $5 apiece, but in Manila the gardeners bring them to market in home-made cages, and are glad to sell a pair, cage and all, for two reals— about twenty-five cents. Fishermen sell jars full of porcupine fish, and there is 110 end of bird dealers, A EOBN'BILL. peddling winged curiosities of all sorts, from a silk finch to a fire pheasant. Of parrots alone Luzon boasts some twenty different species, besides a va riety of pretty parrakeets, Including the "spike-tall," a grayish green pet with a passion for nest-building, and ready to begin operations at shol't no tice. A swarm let loose In a vacant room, with a row of uest-boxes, will waste one day fighting for building lots, and after that they will almost forget eating and drinking In their eagerness to forage for material. Keady-made nests would spoil half their fun, and they are never happier than In a tussle with an old cotton liedqullt or a little bale of hay. Pluck ing out shreds of bedding, a billful at a time. Is just what suits their Idea of a picnic, and they never stop screech ing while daylight lasts. They are about the most restless of all feathered creatures, but In the mat ter of noisiness they are far surpassed by another feathered Filipino—the great hornbill, a creature with a head a foot and a half loug, and a voice that has been described as something be (From the Scientific American.) BRIDGE TUNNEL SYSTEM PROPOSED FOR PENNSYLVANIA ROAD. Tflhnel tube Is carried through soft bottom on piers, avoiding steep grades, which boriug through solid rock would require. Upper diagram is cross sec tion of tube, showing Interior bridge girders. tween tlio bray of a donkey and the screech of a locomotive. Captive hornbills are rather subdued, perhaps because their keepers have learned the trick of drowning every screech with a dash of cold water. — Youth's Companion. VENTILATINC SASH LOCK. Catch Which Hold* the Window Frame at Any Point. In ncr.rly nil the sash catches now in use the device is operative only when the sashes are entirely up and down. An improvement iu these is that in vented by Homer F. Llvermore, which is shown in the accompanying cut. Instead of being placed in the middle pn i NEW WINDOW SASH LOCK. and top of the sash It is fastened at the top. but at the left-hand side. It has two bolts, one engaging iu the up •)er sash and the other in the window frame. Holes may be bored at suitable points in the upper sash and in the window frame, and by this means either sash may be lowered or raised and locked fast in that position. Located, No matter how widely some people travel, they remain provincial, and hold the village they live iu as the startiug-point of all knowledge. A pri- I vate soldier once introduced himself to Lincoln as the brother of the man who gave the Fourth of July oration in Topeka. An Andover clergyman is said to have fixed the town he hailed from with equal precision. He was present at n gathering of noted scholars and professors in Ber lin. A distinguished German philolo gist, just introduced to him.asked what part of America he came from. "Andover," said the clergyman, with proud confidence. "Eh? Where is Andover?" "Next to Tewksbury," replied the American. j It is harder to remember a virtu? than a fault | Plan For a Tunnel | | Under tte Hudson. 1 Charles M. Jacobs, the consulting engineer of the Pennsylvania Railroad Company, has devised a new system for the construction of tunnels through silt and other loose materials naturally 111 adapted for such structures. In the Scientific American this is said of his device: "In driving tunnels through the or dinary run of material, such ns solid rock, loose rock, cement.gravel or hard pan, It Is sufficient either, as In tliO case of solid rock, to make an exca vation larger than the gauge required by traffic and line the excavation with masonry or concrete, or, as in the sys tem so largely adopted In London tun nels, n metallic tube may be driven through the material. In case of any of the material named, when once the tunnel is excavated, or the tube driven the stability of the structure Is assured for nil time, as displacement, vertical or lateral, is impossible. "In driving tunnels beneath rivers where deep deposits of silt of varying consistency nre encountered. It may happen that the silt is of such n semi fluid consistency that when heavy traffic began to pass though the tunnel it would be in danger of throwing the tunnel out of alignment, even to the extent of causing actual fracture of the same. The invention of Mr. Jacobs, while it was primarily designed to overcome the difficulties likely to be encountered In building the proposed tunnel beneath the North River is, of course, applicable to tunneling opera tions under other rivers or through swampy or saturated material whose consistency is such as to threaten the permanency of the tunnel. "In the case of the North River tun nel Mr. Jacobs determined to overcome the objections due to looseness of the upper strata of the river bottom by giv ing his tubes sufficient transverse and lateral strength to perform the full functions of a bridge or girder, and support the bridge tube thus rormed at stated intervals by means of piers carried down until they reach the un derlying rock. "The piers would be slung from the tube itself by the pneumatic process, and they would be of any form or con struction that was found most suit able." A Chimney on Stilts. On the road between Bowling Green and Auburn, Ivy., a few miles from the latter town, Is a cabin with the chim ney built of a novel and economic style of architecture. Heavy wooden stilts, with a platform OC.VINT KENTUCKY CHIMXEV. on top, support the chimney proper, which is merely a pile of bricks a few feet in height. Directly under it is a small window. The house has the appearance of hav ing been built without a chimney and then having had one stuck on it in the most convenient spot. There is one physician in the present United States Senate and four physi cians in the present House of Repre sentatives. There Is one clergyman in the present House of Representa tives. t)K, TALMAGES SERMON SUNDAY'S DIS MRSE BY THE NOTED U..INE. Subject: Temptations For the Youns—The Assailant* of Virtue and Honesty Are Numerous—Need For l>lylne Protection —God's Grace Brlngeth Salvation. WASHINGTON, D. C.— A familiar illus cration from the barnyard is employed in this discourse by Dr. Talmage to show the comfort and protection that heaven af fords to all trusting souls. The text is Matthew xxiii, 37, "Even as a hen gather eth her chickens under her wings, and ye would not." Jeruial sight as Christ came to the cri Mount Olivet, a height of 700 feet. The splendors of the religious capital of the whole earth irradiated the landscape. There is the temple. Yonder is the king's palace. Spread out before His eyes are the pomp, wealth, the wick edness and the coming destruction of Je rusalem, and He bursts iuto tears at the thought of the obduracy of a place that He would gladly have saved and apostro phizes, saying, "O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, how often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathercth her chickens under her wings, and ye would not?" Why did Christ select hen and chickens as a simile? Next to the appositeness of the compaiison, I think it was to help all public teachers in the matter of illustra tion to get down off their stilts and use comparisons that all can understand. The plainest bird on earth is the barnyard fowl. Its only adornments are the red comb in its head-dress and the wattles un der the throat. It has no grandeur of genealogy. All we know is that its ances tors came from India, some of them from a height of 4000 feet on the sides of the Himalayas. It has no pretension of nest like the eagle's eyrie. It has no lustre of plumage like the goldfinch. Possessing ana omy that allows flight, yet about the la. t thing it wants to do is to fly, and in retreat uses foot almost as much as wing. Musicians have written out in musical scale the song of lark and robin redbreast and nightingale, yet the hen of my text hath nothing that could be taken for a song, but only cluck and cackle. Yet Christ in the text uttered while looking upon doomed Jerusalem declares that what He had wished for that city was like what the hen does for her chickens. Christ was thus simple in His teach ings, and yet how hard it is for us who are Sunday-school instructors and editors and preachers and reformers and those who would gain the ears of audiences to attain that heavenly and divine art of sim plicity! We have to run a course of lit erary disorders as children a course of phy sical disorders. We come out of school and college loaded down with Greek my thologies and out of the theological semin ary weighed down with what tlfe learned fathers said, and we fly with wings of eagles and flamingoes and albatrosses, and it takes a good while before we can come down to Christ's similitudes, the candle under the bushel, the salt that has lost its savor, the net thrown into the sea, the spittle on the eyes of the blind man and the hen and chickens. I am in warm sympathy with the unpre tentious old fashioned hen because, like most of us, she has to scratch for a living. She knows at the start the lesson which most people of good sense are slow to learn —that the gaining of a livelihood im plies work, and that successes do not lie ,on the surface, but are to be upturned by positive and continuous effort. The rea son that society and the church and the world are so full of failures, so full of loaf ers, so full of deadbcats is because people are not wise enough to take the lesson which any hen would teach them that if they would find for themselves and for those dependent upon them anything worth having they must scratch for it. Solo mon said, "Goto the ant, thou sluggard." I say, Goto the hen, thou sluggard. In the Old Testament God compares Himself to an eagle stirring up her nest, and in the New Testament the Holy Spirit is compared to a descending dove, but Christ in a sermon that began with cutting sar casm for hypocrites and ends with the paroxysm of pathos in the text compares Himself to a hen. One day in the country we saw sudden consternation in the behavior of old Dom inick. Why the lien should be so dis turbed we could not understand. Wc looked about to see if a neighbor's dog were invading the farm. We looked up to see if a storm cloud were hovering. We could see nothing on the ground that could terrorize, and we could see nothing in the air to ruffle the feathers of the hen. but the loud, wild, affrighted cluck which brought all her brood at full run under her feathers made us look again around and above us, when we saw that high up and far away there was a rapacious bird wheeling round and round and down and down, and not seeing us as we stood in the shadow, it came nearer and lower un til we saw its beak was curved from base to tip and it had two flames of fire for eyes, and it was a hawk. But all the chickens were under old Dominick's wings, and either the bird of prey caught a glimpse of us or not able to find the brood huddled under wing, darted back into the clouds. **■ <—'i- <■— ' So Christ calls with great earnestness to all the young. Why, what is the matter? It is bright sunlight, and there can be no danger. Health is theirs. A good home is theirs. Plenty of food is theirs. Pros pect of long life is theirs. But Christ con tinues to call, calls with more emphasis and urges haste and says not a second ought to bt lost. Oh. do tell us what is the matter. Ah, now I see: there are hawks of temptation in the air, there are vultures wheeling for their prey, there are beaks of death ready to plunge, there nre claws of allurement ready to clutch. Now I see the peril. Now I understand the urgency. Now I see the only safety. Would that Christ might this day take our sons and daughters into His shelter "as a lien galhereth her chickens under her wing." The fact is that the most of ther.i will I never mind the shelter unless while they are chickens. It is a simple matter of in exorable statistics that most of those who do not come to Christ in youth never come at all. What chance is there for the young without divine protection? There are the grogshops, there are the gamb ling hells, there are the infidelities and immoralities of spiritualism, there are the bad books, there are the impurities, there are the bus ; ness rascalities, and so numer ous are thei -xilants that it is a wonder that honesty l virtue arc not lost arts. The birds of :ey, diurnal and nocturnal, of the natural world are ever on the alert. They are assassins of the sky: they have varieties of taste. The engle prefers the flesh of the living animals; the vulture prefers the carcass; the falcon kills with one stroke, while other styles of beak give prolongation of torture. And so the temptations of this life are various. Fathers, mothers, older brothers and sisters and Sabbath-school teachers, be quick and earnest and prayerful and im portunate and get the chickens under wing. May the Sabbath schools of America and Sreat Britain within the next three months sweep all their scholars into the kingdom. Whom they have now under charge is un certain. Concerning that scrawny, puny child that lay in the cradle many years ago. the father dead, many remarked, "What a mercy if the Lord would take :he child?'' And the mother really thought so too. But what a good tl.irj that God spared that child, for it became world re nowned in Christian literature and one of Cod's most illustrious servants—John Todd. My hearers, if we secure the present an) everlasting welfare of our children, most other things belonging to us are of but lit' tie comparative importance. Alexandet the Great allowed his soldiers to take their families with them to war, and he accounted for the bravery of his men by the fact that many of them were born in camp and were used to warlike scenes from the start. Would God that nil the chil dren of our day might be born into the army of the Lord! But we all need the protecting wing. II you had known when you entered upon manhood or womanhooa what was ahead of you, would you have dared to under take life? How much you have been through! With most life has been a disap pointment. They tell me so. They have not attained that which they expected to attain. They have not had the physical and mental vigor they expected or they have met with rebuffs which they <ji<f not anticipate. You are not at forty 01 fifty or sixty or seventy or eighty years o age where you thought you would be. 1 do not know any one except myself t< whom life has been a happy surprise. 1 never expected anything, and so wher anything came in the shape of human fa vor comfortable position or widening field of work it was to me a surprise. J was told in the theological seminary bj some of my fellow students that I nevei would get anybody to hear me preach un less I changed my style, so that when 1 found that some people did come to heai me it was a happy surprise. But mosl people, according to their own statement, have found life a disappointment. In deed, we all need shelter from its tem pests. The wings of my text suggest warmth, and that is what most folks want. The fact is that this is a cold world whether you take it literally or figuratively. We have a big fireplace called the sun, and it has a very hot tire, and the stokers keep the coals well stirred up, but much of the year we cannot get near enough to this fireplace to get warmed. This world's extremities are cold all the time. Forget not that it is colder at the South Pole than at the North Pole, and that the Arctic is not so destructive as the Antar tic. Once in awhile the Arctic will let explorers come back, but the Antartic hr.rdly ever. When at the South Pole a ship sails in, the door of ice is almost sure to be shut against its return. So life to many millions of people at the south and manj* millions of people at the north is a prolonged shiver. But when I say that this is a cold world I chiefly mean figuratively. If you want to know what is the meaning of the ordinary term of receiving the "cold shoulder," get out of money and try to borrow. The conversation may have been almost tropical for luxuriance of thought and speech, but suggest your necessities and see the thermometer drop to fifty de grees below zero, and in that which till a moment before had been a warm room. Take what is an unpopular position on some public question and see your friends fly as chaff before a windmill. As far as myself is concerned, I have no word of complaint, but I look off day by day and see communities freezing out men and women of whom the world is not worthy. Now it takes after or.e and now after an other. It becomes popular to depreciate and de'f.me and execrate and lie about some people. This is the best world I ever got into, but it is the meanest world that some people ever got into. The worst thing that ever happened to them was their cradle, and the best thing that will ever happen to them will be their grave. Thus at sundown, lovingly, safely, com pletely, the hen broods her young. So, if we are the Lord's, the evening of our life will come. The heats of the day will have passed. There will be shadows, and we cannot see as far. The work of life will be about ended. The hawks of temptation that hovered in the sky will have gone to the woods and folded their wings. Sweet silences will come. The air will be redo lent with the breath of whole arbors of promises sweeter than jasmine or even ing piimrose. The air may be a little chill, but Christ will call us, and we will know the voice and heed the call, and we will come under the wings for the night, the strong wings, the soft wings, the warm wings, and without fear and in full sense of safety, and then we will rest from sun down to sunrise, "as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wing." My text has its strongest application for people who were born in the country, wherever you may now live, and that is the majority of you. You cannot hear my text without having all the rustic scenes of the old farmhouse come back to you. Good old days they were. You knew nothing much of the world, for you had not seen the world. By law of asso ciation you cannot recall the brooding hen and her chickens without seeing also the barn and the haymow and the wagon slied and the house and the room where vou played and the fireside with the big back-log before which you sat and the neighbors and the burial and the wedding and the deep snowbanks, and hear the vil lage bell that called you to worship and seeing the horses which, after pulling you to church, stood around the old clapboard cd meeting house, and those who sat at either end of the church pew and, indeed, all the scenes of your first fourteen years, and you think of what you were then and , of what you are now and all these thoughts are aroused by the sight of the old hen coop. Some of you had better go back and start again. In thought return to that place and hear the cluck and see the outspread feathers and come under the wing and make the Lord your portion and shelter and warmth, preparing for everything that may come, and so avoid being classed among those described by the closing words of my text, "as a lien gathereth her chickens under her wings, and ye would not." Ah, that throws the responsibility upon us. "Ye would not." Alas, for the "would nots!" If the wan dering broods of the farm heed not their mother's call and risk the hawk and dare the freshet and expose themselves to the frost and storm, surely their calamities are not the mother's fault. "Ye would not!" God would, but how many would not? When a good man asked a young woman who had abandoned her home and who was deploring her wretchedness why she did not return, the reply was:"l dare not go home. My father is so provoked he would not receive me home." "Then," said the Christian man,"l will test this." And so he wrote to the father, and the re ply came back, and in a letter marked out side "Immediate" and inside saying, "Let her come at once; all is forgiven." So God's invitntion for you is marked "Im mediate" on the outside, and inside it is written, "He will abundantly pardon." Oh, ye wanderers from God and happiness and home and heaven, come under the sheltering wing. A vessel in the Bristol Channel was nearing the rocks called the Steep Holmes. Under the tempest the vessel was unmanageable, and the only hope was that the tide would change be fore she struck the rocks and went down, and so the captain stood on the deck, watch in hand. Captain and crew and passengers were pallid with terror. Tak ing another look at his watch and another look at the sea. he shouted: "Thank God, we are saved! The tide hus turned! One minute more and we would have struck the rocks!" Some of you have been a long while drifting in the tempest of sin ana sorrow and have been making for the breakers. Thank God, the tide has turned. Do you not feel the lift of the billow? The grace of God that bringeth salvation has appeared to your soul, and, in the words of lJoaz Ruth, 1 commend vou to "the Lord God of Israel, under whose wings thou hast come to trast." [Coioriirlit, 190:2, L. klopsch.)
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