THE BOY ON THE FARM. JVh Sears tbe first, enrol of song birds When glad springtime awakes thorn to song'.' (Who catches the mnsic of waters As they'ro rushing to swiftly along? IWho inhale the rich odors of blowms With the perfume Uod drop from on high? Who drinks in the ozone of heaven 'Neath the dome of I he far-jeweled sky? Who revels in fruits from the orchard As he rests 'nrnth the old apple tree? Who'a alert to the thrum of the pheasant And the still sweeter hum of the hee? He whose cheek licnra the bronze of the sunbeams And whose soul is o'crfull of earth a charm; Ti the youth who abides with Dame Nature' Yea, the boy who lives out on the farm. There nre thousands who dwell in the city With its whirl and its grime and its din, Who'd exchange nil thegold in their coffers To escape their environs of sin. They long to go back to the wildwood. Where their browa may ba cooled by the breeze. And recall the dear scenes of their child hood As they rest 'neath the shade of the trees. Solon L. Ooode, in American Farmer. A ) On a Buoy Barrel, ( H5HHa.5rl52SaSHSa5H5HSa5aSH5eSHHHSH5a5BSHSH nv AI.HKKT W. TUI.MAK. l The gold double-eagle offered by the owners of the Boothbay handllner Lance for the biggest cod on the win ter trip to 'Quereau spiced every nibble that was telegraphed up through briny fathoms to the cal loused forefingers of the lonely Bit ters In the ico-glnzed dories. After the first week every man's gunwale-notches kept pace with the longest fish to date, so that ho could satisfy himself about the size of a new catch before regaining the schooner. Each record-holder In turn boasted of what ho would do with that twenty dollars, only to drop into chagrined silence when some mato rowed in with a fresh monster whose scaly tale overlapped the slowly increasing limit. Up It crept. Inch by inch: forty-seven, forty-seven and three quarters, forty-nine, fifty, fifty-one and a half, where It hung for a week, then leaped to flfty-four. There It stuck for fifteen days, bo long that Sam Eaton's thumb could almost feel the milled edge of the coin, until one squally March afternoon Jerry Dixon, a white-crested mile dead to leeward of the vessel, struck his gaff into a giant fully fifty-eight Inches long. Dixon had a hard tussle to get his prize aboard. A hundred-pound flsh is uo easy proposition for a man in a Jumping dory and a heavy sea. The northeast wind was blowing up a storm; already the white flakes were whirling between him and the vessel. When he glanced toward her he saw that a basket had been hung in the fore-rigging to summon in the dories. He stood up and looked about. All his mates were making for shelter,! like hawk-affrighted chicks for the mother hen. Farthest to locward and engrossed with his big flsh, he had been the last to notice the signal. By the time he had got his anchor up and was settled on the thwart for bis long pull to windward, a fierce gale was driving the white horses down upon him, and the schooner was almost hidden by the snow. He shot a final glance back over his shoulder to decide his course, Just as a small cask was dropped over the Lance's rail. "There goss the buoy barrel," thought he, as he buckled vigorously to his oars. The schooner had done all she could for him; the rest was in bis own hands. Almost every banker carries on deck an empty, strongly headed iron hooped flsh barrel, bearing a becket with a thimble In Its centre. To this Is attached one end of a 500-fathoni coil of stout nine-thread Manila, the other end being made fast to a cavel, or cleat, well aft. Occasionally a sudden winter storm catches a vessel with all her dories out. Those to windward can get in without much difficulty, but the lee ward boats stand a harder chance. Now and then some poor fellow, after almost rowing his arms off, gives out a half-mile or more away. Then the barrel Is cast over, and drifts rapidly down before wind and sea, until the Imperiled fisher gaffs It aboard and fastens it to his painter, when he is pulled In, dory and all, by the strong arms of his mates. It is not always easy for a man to reach the barrel, even if he knows that his life hangs In the balance. Dixon soon realized that he was in for the hardest pull he had ever had. His dory rode deep with 800 pounds of fine cod. The furious wind buf feted the boat, showering him with spray. A strong tide, too, was run ning against him. Stout fisherman though he was, ho could never have reached the schooner unaided. In deed, he almost began to fear that he , might not be able to get to the bar rel. Every littlo while he looked over his shoulder to see if it was coming. Once or twice ho got a glimpse of It, dancing corklike on the billows, drift ing rapidly nearer. The Lance had been entirely swal lowed up in the snow-squalls. This did not trouble Dixon much, for bis last glance had discovered the barrel about 300 yards away. Wbjn ho looked ngain, however, It was hidden behind a wull of whirling flakeB. With aching arms and blistered nanus ne bent now to hlB oars. His strength was almost exhausted. No man can hope to win out against a heavy gale. He was making very little progress. He must find the barrel In a few minutes, or his posi tion would bo decidedly unpleasant He was beginning to fear that he had swerved too far to the right or left when to his great Joy a backward look revealed the bobbing cask Just on the edge of his narrow horizon about fifty feet ahead. Dixon wasted no time in waiting lor the cask to drift down to him. He knew that probably all its rope had been paid out, and that he must pull up to it. Never in his life did ho row a hard or fifty feet. His muscles cracked and the blood spun from his nose as be forced the hoavy boat through the hostile seas. A glance behind gave mm rresn strength; his goal was uow only ten feet away. He threw all his power Into a few mignty strokes; and presently his iheart was gladdened by an irregular bumping under the gunwale of his Uory, as the cask ranged alongside .The battle had taken every atom of bis strength; he could not have pulled five feet farthor to windward Taking Is his oars, bo sprang tor ward, the gaff In his right hand, and the painter-end in his left. He In tended, after gaffing the becket, to make fast to It, so that he might not risk losing the barrel when getting it aboard. A sudden sea hurled the dory back. Dixon saw the cask shoot suddenly from him. Leaning out over the bow, bo lunged at the becket with his gaff; but the unsteadiness of his craft made him miss his aim. The cask was rapidly receding. He throw half his body over the gunwale for another attempt, pressing his legs against the sides of the bow. This time he caught the loop fairly with tho Iron hook at the extreme limit of his reach. Just then another short, quick sea struck the boat a violent blow. Dixon's toes clattered vainly along the sloping planks as ho attempted to regain his equilibrium. The up per part of his body end his right arm were stretched far out over the water. He dared not release the cask which it had cost him so much hard labor to gaff; and of course he did not for an instant dream of dropping the painter. The dory Bhot from under him, and ho plunged overboard. As Dixon rose to tho surface and shook tho water from his eyes, a big comber broke over his head, burying him once more. By tho time he had come up and caught his breath, the dory had been swept to leeward to the full length of her painter. With a sailor's instinct he had kept a tight grip on gaff and rope; but his situation was both painful and dan gerous. His right hand grasped the wooden handle of the gaff, which was hooked about the buoy-becket; his left clutched the painter, at which tugged the heavily loaded sixteen-foot dory, borno to leoward by gale and sea. The barrel pulled one way and the boat another. Wrench! wrench! It seemed enough to tear him asunder when the big rollers came. To save his dory he must draw up the painter and make it fast to the buoy. But how could he do this with a single arm. already weakened by his long, hard pull to windward? His hands were stretched so far apart that he could not get them together, unless he let go withone or the other; nnd this he saw that he must do sooner or later. Sheer exhaustion would soon end bis power of resist ing the terrible strain. Which hand should he relax? It was a desperate dilemma. To drop the buoy and regain his boat, If that were possible, meant going to lee ward in the night and fretting storm. To this there could bo but one ending. To release the painter and cling to the barrel would pre serve his life, provided he could with stand the buffetlngot the fierce waves through a half-mile pull. He must decide quickly, for the power gf choosing would soon be taken from him. A wise man does not waste his strength fruitlessly. Dixon hated to lose his dory and bis twenty-dollar cod. But what were these compared with life? His choice once made, he lost no time. Ho opened his left hand; the painter jerked away. Back shot the dory, tossing her bow, and disappeared In the storm. The fisherman graBped the gaff with both hands, and pulled himBelf up to the barrel. It was now his sole hope. He tried to raise himself upon it, but the buoyant cask was not large enough to support his weight, and sank under water. Fi nally he got It under his chest In such a position that it kept his face well ubove the surface. It was now almost dark. Tho nnow drove thickly Into his eyes, and he could see only a few yards over tho tosslug crests. How long would his mates wait before hauling in the uuoy.' t'lvo nuiidred fathoms to windward in that shrieking gale, they of courso knew nolhiug of his nils with ii poignant regret nt. the memory of the big flsh that, would hatw won the prize. But not for a moment was he sorry that ho had cast In his lot with (ho dancing barrol. On board the Lance they were pull ing, discouraged and heartsick. The rope camo In so easily that they knew the dory could not be at. Its nnd. The probability was that Dixon had been unable to reach the buoy, and was drifting to leeward In his boat. It was more than doubtful If they ever saw him again. Dixon felt that ho could hold on but littlo longer. The power of thought had nearly been beaten out of him. He seemed to have been dragged for hours through tho swash of the sea. His body was numbed al most to paralysis. A dozen times ho had Imagined the schooner's light in the gloom to windward, but had found himself mistaken. He was pos sessed by a dull conviction that he would never reach her. An unwonted smoothness of the sea surprised him. He raised his head, and there, not thirty feet away, shone the lantern In the Lance's fore rigging. As her deck rolled down, he saw the swaying line of weary men heaving in the rope. At the same Instant they caught sight of him, and gave a shout of surprise and Joy. Very carefully the last few feet were coiled In, until willing arms hauled him over the rail. Tucked In a bunk near the stove and filled with hot coffee, ho told re gretfully of the record-breaking flsh he had lost. At the end of his story two men went out. Presently they returned, carrying by the gills the biggest cod he bad ever set eyes on. It was considerably over five feet long. "Stand up, Chris!" they shouted to a wiry littlo Cape Verde Islander, Suspended glistening In the lamp light, the monster came almost to the top of the Portuguese fisherman's head. As Dixon looked, the bitter ness of loss went out of his heart. "Good boy, Chris!" said he. "I'm glad you got. him. I don't feel half bo had about losing mine, slnco h couldn't have won the prize." Youth's Companion. The New Postal Card Regulation. The new postal law went Into effect March 1st whereby it Is permlsslbM to send souvenir postal cards through the mails, containing writing on eith er side. Hitherto It has been per missible to send cards with the wrlt Ing on the reverse side only. Manj of the handsome cards are manufac tured In Germany. The laws there permit writing on the left hand hall of the front ot the card, with the right half reserved for the address. These cards are often very hand some, and the reverse Bide Is entirely occupied by the lithograph. To write on the reverse Bide of these cards le difficult because of the glazing of the surface, and also because it mars the beauty of the cards. By the new law people will be permitted to write on the front of the card, in the space reserved for that purpose, as is per mitted in foreign countries where they are made. Hitherto extra pos tage has been charged in cases where people have written on the front of these souvenir post cards. They are now forwarded at the price of one cent each. Tho new law docs not refer to the ordinary one cent postals Issued by the Government, which are without ornamentation of any kind. These cards, of course, have an entirely blank reverse side, for the sole pur pose of the communication. No writ "ALWAYS DIFfERENF STORY A .mil name For i lain; liar or in Evening of Fun. Elizabeth Flint Wailo, In St. Nicholas. "Oh, dearie me!" said little Polly as she stood looking Into the raln xoaked garden, "I wish It didn't rain, I want to play out of doors." "When I was a little girl and there came a rainy day," said Aunt Katie, "my mother used to tell me this verse : " 'When the rain comes tumbling down In the country or the town. All good little girls and boys, Stay at home and mind their toys.' " "But I don't want to play with my toys," said Polly. "Neither do I," snld Rob. "This Is the second day It has rained, and I am tired of them." "Well, then, I will read you a story If you like," rtplled her aunt. "Don't you want to hear Alice In Wonder land?" "But I'm tired of It, Aunt Katie," said Polly. "I love the story, but the people In It always do the same things every time you read tho book. Why do thoy make stories the same? I would like ono that was always dif ferent. Don't they mako them that way. Aunt Katie?" "Well,' well," snld Aunt Katie, "you remind me of the little girl I used to bo. I liked things 'different,' too, and my mother made me a story that Is never the same, no matter how many times you road It. I will get it. I have In my 'Keepsake Box." " Aunt Katie left the room and nres- ently returned with a small book of yellowish faded pajer, und a little box. "The story Is called 'Fanny Frivol; Her Adventures in the Wood; At the Fair; At the School; At the Picnic; In the Meadow; By the Brook; At the Circus; In Grandfather's Barn; and At tho Party.' Which adventure would you like to hear first?" "The one by the brook," said Polly and Hob in ono breath; and Polly's eyes sparkled as she added, "I love to play by the brook!" "Very well," said Aunt Kate. "Take this box. In it you will find slips of paper on which words are printed. I will read the story, and when I stop and hold tip my finger you must draw a slip of paper from tho box nnd read what it says on it; and the next time Rob will draw and read each in turn." This is tho story that. Aunt Katie read of Fanny Frivol's Adventure by the Brook, and the words in It print ed In capitals aro those which Polly nnd Rob read from the slIpB of paper which they drew ono by one from tho box: "May I go and play by the brook?" said Fanny Frivol to her Grandmo ther. Her Grandmother nodded her head, on which was a large GREEN' BOT TLE. "Yes, but don't wet your feet, and take a LONG WOODEN SWORD to shield you from the sun." On her way she mot Tommy and Topsy Turvey carrylug a PLATE OF CHEESE. When Fanny saw them she said: "Come and play with me by the brook. I have a BOTTLE OF INK to catch flsh with, a BAG OF CLOTHESPINS to build a bridge, and wo can hunt for crabs under stones." Tommy nnd Fanny turned over s'onos, but Topsy Turvey, who al ways did things wrong, turned hers "The next rainy day," said Aunt Katie, "we will read tho Adventures of Fanny In Grandfather's parn." Prrhaps some other littlo Pollys and Robbies would like to read th story which Is always different, so bore Is the list of words which these young folk found In the box. and you can print thrni for yourself on slips of paper. Or, better still, you can make up more amusing lists ot your own: Long Ladder. Taper of Tins. Window Curtain. Loaf of Bread. Pound of Butter. Sewing Machine. Box ot Beads. Pink Shoo. Green Bottle. Paint Brush. Comb with no Teeth. Dusting Cloth. Wi ite Bear. Red Hen. 'Fat Pig. Plate of Cheese. Black Kitten. Basket of Apples. Letter Box. Pound ot Candy. Japanese Lantern. Kitchen Towel. Rubber Ball. Croquet Set. Merry-Oo-Round. Yellow Bowl. Bot tle of Ink. Brown Teapot. Straw berry Shortcake. Lemon Pie. Hock ing Chair. Tall Clock. Doorbell. Bag of Clothespins. Dish of Ice Cream. Rolling Pin. Baking Tin. Chicken Pie. Pepper Box. Wax Doll. Glass of Soda Water. Pair of Shears. Paint Box. Tin 8oldler. Long Wooden Sword. Folding Fan. Pair of Gloves. Jumping Jack. Cho colate Cake. When the rainy days came Polly heard about all the other adventures of Fanny Frivol, and If you ever meet Polly she win he glad to tell them to you. I .. .. ...ill V. ,-. ....... nlMnH .... ,,,. .I,!:, side ot these cards.' They bear the j J" f"'l blg-LEMON words, "This Side For the Address Only," as they have hitherto. Stage Seas. Mr. Alfred Lester, the popular Calety comedian, has told a funny stage sea story, which leads me to a remembrance of others. Mr. Lester, like most comedians, started his stage career as a player of heroes, v'llalns, "heavy fathers" and other familiar figures ot melodrama, and one night, at a dirty little theatre In a third rate Welsh town, or village, while ex piring of thirst on a raft, the actor felt to his annoyance that tho scene. Intended to be most pathetic, waa provoking explosions of unsuccess fully suppressed laughter. The moro he raved cf the thirst that was con suming him the more the people In front were consumed with laughter. ! PIE under a stone, but the others found nothing. "There are no crabs here," said Fanny, "let us flsh." Tommy and Fanny threw their lines in tho brook but TopBy threw hers out. Funny caught a DUSTING CLOTH but the others caught nothing. "Let us build a bridge," said Fan ny. "Tommy you bring a DISH OF ICE CREAM and TopBy a YEL LOW BOWL and we shall soon have It done." "What is this In the water?" said Tommy. Fanny pulled it out and found it was a SEWING MACHINE. "I will take It home to Grand mother," said Fanny, "and she will make me a WINDOW CURTAIN of It." They were now tired and hungry anil ant rlnnrn tn .... f ,.n Mr. Lester thought them the hardest- I WHITE BEAR and when Fanny hearted wretches he had ever played before until he knew what bad been the cause of their merriment. It ap peared from Information received from the manager thnt a scene shifter. Instead of lowering a black cloth of perilous rocks, had intro duced into the scene ot turbulent waters the peaceful picture of a couu mariner calling huBkily for "watuh while there were "licensed premises almost at his elbow in the raging ocean naturally struck the audience as having Its humorous aspect. M. A P." Frepurlng For the Wont. A French gentleman anxious to find a wife for a nephew went to matrimonial agent, who handed him hlB list of lady clients. Running through this he came to his wife's name, eutered as desirous ot obtain ing a husband between the ages of twenty-eight and thirty-five a blond try Inu, with fields of popples In the hap, and would bo sure to give him ! distance. The spectacle of a thirsty a. - .. ... . no nir hnuL'l V I i . i- "U.'u'Mfl plenty ot time to nnd the barrel. He hoped that they would not wait lous. tor in that icy sea a man's power of endurance was limited. The minutes dragged slowly on. Would they never begin to get the buoy-line aboard? A dozen times he thought they bad started pulling; but the wind and sea drove against him with such fury that It was iuiuos- slbie to be sure whether or rot he was moving toward the schooner. At last a steady succession of abrupt snatches through the water told hlui mat iney were heaving In the line. Could he live and hold on long enough to be dragged three thousand feet through the freezing sea? The wave-crests broke above his head. Xow and then he was entirely sub merged by some big follow. Cruelly bruised and strained by the crashing combers, he hugged the iron-bound cask, knowing tba that steady rhyth mical pull was every second bringing mm u utile nearer tbe vessel. Dixon's eyes were Bpray-bllndod. His bare head was crusted with brine and sleet. Dazed by the ceaseless battering, ho let go with one hand the fingers of the others were loosen ing. Just In time bis senses came back. He regained his grip, and held on with a clutch of death. Once let the .barrel escape. his grasp, and It could never be regained. Somewhere In the blackness far to leeward bis empty dory was tossing. It Indeed it had not already upset.. He thought of it ruefully, smitten preferred. Forgetting his nephew, hH hurried home to announce his dis covery to his wife. The lady was not I Tommy and Topsy Turvey, I wonder at all dlJturbed. "Oh, yes," she said, j what strange things will happen opened her lunch -box out fell a DOORBELL and a TIN SOL DIER Instead of the nice cakes her Grandmother had given her. "Never mind," said Fannie, "I have some cookies In my pocket," but when she took them out she found they had changed Into a JAPANESE LANTERN. Just then the sun went down and they started for home, but Topsy ran backward und fell over a FAT PIG. "I am bo hungry I could eat a KITCHEN TOWEL," said Fanny, but when she went to the supper table there was nothing there but a ROLLING PIN and a BLACK KITTEN. When she went to her room she found a BROWN TEAPOT on her bed, and in every choir a big RED HEN. "Dear me," said Fanny, as Bhe laid her tired head on a STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE which she found in place ot her pillow. "What a funny time I have had at the brook. When I go to the picnic to-morrow, with THE DOG OF THE NORTH, First the Companion of Men Thru t lie Assistant in Hunting. The dor; was the first animal do mesticated by man. Originally mere ly a companion and later a hunting assistant he camo at last to be also a beast ot burden, and such he wos over a great part of northern Amer ica at the time when the vhlte faces of Spaniard and Englishman were first seen on these shores. Even after he had becomo a beast of burden, the dog's function as a hunting helper did not cease. Even to day the wild Eskimo and hardly less wild Dog Ribs of the Arctic regions turn looBe their 'dogs when a bear or a herd of musk ox Is seen, and man and his four-footed companion com pete in a wild race toward the game, tho man depending on the dogs to hold the quarry until he shall come near enough to kill It. In the same way In ancient days when the dogs carried burdens and hauled loads for the Indians of the plains, the ani mals were often freed from theit loads if game was suddenly sighted: and when, as sometimes, happened in those days ot wild animal abund ance, buffalo or deer or rabbits ran through the column of the marching enmp, the patient dogs, which had been wearily tugging under the packs, forgot their fatigue and started in pursuit of the game, scattering their loads far and wide over the prairie. In temperate zones as has been intimated the dog hauled the trav- ols and carried the pack. These dogs were not like those that we. see to-day In Indian camps, but were big and strong and afclo to carry a good load. The most ancient men. whose memories go back to the early part of the last century, describe these animals as being as large as wolves, long cast, of many colors, white, black, yellow or spotted, and as often having crooked legs and turned out few, something like those of tho daschund or the bench-legged beagle of to-day. With the passing out of existence of America's primitive people, the uso .f dogs as burden bearers has almost ceased. Over a vast range of this continent the horse has taken his place, and the old breeds that so well performed the labor of transporta tion have become extinct. Only In the farthest North the huskle re mains, used by the Eskimo, by the Alaska miner In winter, and by the Indians on the border of the barren ground. Even these are growing scarcer, though in tho Eskimo camps of the Far North one may still see splendid specimens of the sturdy breed, and as he walks through tho camp will often bo In danger ot stumbling over a brace of tiny pups already being trained to tbe harness, and fastened to some stake driven Into the frozen ground. It Is but a few years since Major H. M. Robinson, whoso familiarity with the great lone land of the Far North is so well known, told in For est and Stream the story of the pass ing ot the sledgo dog. He gave an Interesting picture of the sledge dog and the sledge travel, and one who readB the old bookB ot Arctic explora tion and ot Arctic life will find this story often retold. It Is the old tale of the change from primitive meth ods of lite to those which are more complex, and such changes never fall to possess an Interest. Forest and Stream. How Chemistry Delects Typhoid lly PROFESSOR K. DTXKCAJf. Ono great laboratory concerns It self, for ono thing, with "the typhoid agglutotneter" for tho diagnosis of typhoid fever, one of the greatest triumphs of applied bacteriology. The method restB upon the original discovery of Wldal that the blood serum of a typhoid patient differs from normal blood In this all-Important fact, that when brought Into con tact with living typhoid germs It causes these germs to cohere lntc clumps or colonics, to "agglutinate." There thus arose a method of detect ing typhoid fever, depending, how ever, upon the use of a powerful microscope and, what made It Impos slble for physicians, a continually renewed supply of fresh typhoid germs as test reagents. But notice the progress: Next It was discovered that this "clumping" effect of typhoid blood upon typhoid bacteria was Just as efficient when the typhoid bacteria were dead, and, finally, It was ob served that when the blood-serum of b typhoid patient was added to a liquid suspension of the dead mi crobes in a test-tube, these dead mi crobes cohered to an extent so ex treme that they fell to the bottom of the tube In a mass visible to the naked, unnlded eye. Because of this fact, this Arm now sends to physic- lans In the remotest parts of the I country a pooket apparatus contain ing an Ounce vial filled with sterilized I dead typhoid germs, together with I accessory apparatus, so that tho phy- Blcian may determine whether the pa tient's blood will cause these ml , crobes to "clump" to determine, In fact, whether the Biispected patient has typhoid fever. From Harper's Magazine. With the FunnyA "that is my name. 1 put it uown when you were so 111 In the spring and the doctors said we must prepare tor the worst." American Press. It Pays to Pay. A man came in Wednesday, paid his subscription and Incidentally men tioned that he would like to see a little rain. We didn't promise any thing, but Wednesday night It ralned,J tno Btory and wrUten Qn )f lit -S x ltnt dm this In a a 1 1 1 rf T rr We do not mention this in a spirit of braggadocio, but Just to show how things will work out. Berthnud Bulletin. there. How Polly did laugh over Fanny Frivol's Adventuro by the Brook! And they read It over again, and nothing happened as It did before. Fanny pulled a MERRY-GO-ROUND out of the brook, and for their lunch they had a PAIR OF SHEARS and a WAX DOLL. Aunt Katie explained how the story was made. Words were left out of I per, and when one came to a place where a word was lett out one of the slips ot paper was read. As the slips of paper were drawn without looking t them, the words toad were always The population of baptised citizens different or came In different places in Japan bus increased since lBij each time the story was read, from nine to more than 60,000. WORDS OF WISDOM. The strongest lobby is public opin ion. Governor Woodruff. Knowledge of divine things Is lost to us, for the most part, by In credulity. Hcraclltus. There Is nothing so dreadful as a battle won, excepting only a battle lost. Duke of Wellington. All good tilings can be worked out by good means. Those that cannot are bad. Charles Dickens. Character is to wear forever; who will wonder or grudge that It cannot be developed in a day. H. Drum mond. It is as easy to draw back a stone thrown with force from the hand as to recall a word once spoken. Menander. Men are never more awake to tho world than when they are furiously awake to the evil in tho world. G. K Chesterton. Every human being Is Intended to have a character of his own, to be what no other Is, to do what no other can. Chaunlng. He who is something will do some thing; ho who is more will do more; and he who Is most will do most. J. Freeman Clarke. Between the great things that we cannot do and tho small things we will not do the danger Is that we shall do nothing. Adolph Monod. Nothing good bursts forth all at once. The lightning may dart out of a black cloud; but the day Bends his bright heraldB before hltn to prepare the world for his coming. Hare. Tho high prize of life, the crown ing fortune of a man, is to be born to some pursuit which finds him In em ployment and happiness whether It he to make baskets or broadswords, or canals, or statutes, or songs. Emerson. Animal Sacrifices In Morocco. A strange custom still exists here, that of sacrificing live animals to pro pitiate those in power. An instance ot it occurred to-day, wheu three ragged women, veiled, dirty and pov erty stricken, came staggering up the hill to the flagstaff which stands in l he middle of our camp, halt pushing, halt carrying two sheep bound and helpless. At the foot of our banner sluff they laid the beasts down and sticking a kulfu Into their throats left them there to die by slow Inches. No cries, uo wailiug, they huddled together and sut motionless awaiting Allah's will. The Interpreter Inter viewed them and discovered that they were the wives ot u Moor whom the new Kaid had Imprisoned for the usual sin the owuershlp of riches. This brigand plundered everything and turned tbe womeu out to starve. Hearing ot tho approach ot a Basha dor, a friend, no doubt, ot our Lord the Sultan, they came to offer sac rifice that he might have pity ! on them. Alas', nothing can be done, the Kald Is all powerful; even the Sultan U helpless. Sometimes u bullock Is hamstrung on our road. Stranje to say the sacrificed aiilmal cannot bo used for food by tbe petitioners, but our es corts profit and drag off the carcass, with buppy grins. National Review. Epitaphs to French Dogs. On the occasion of a lawsuit brought by a marble cutter, some very Interesting details have come out in a Paris court concerning the dog cemetery, founded on the He des Ravageurs, near Parts, in 1899. As a commercial undertaking the ceme tery has been eminently successful; so much so that the society which conducted It was tempted to evict the marble cutter, to whom it had origin ally given a free concession for a workshop on the ground, and whom it wished to replace by a more profit able competitor. The marble cutter protested, and alleged that It was in I a great measure owing to him and the care he bestowed upon the epi taphs and tombstones tnat tbe ceme tery had prospered. Some of these epitaphs were read In court, und were found to be of a highly sentimental character. There are already 4000 "graves" In the cemetery. Some of them, leased for a long term, have cost as much as 2000 fruncs. The lowest price paid for any coucesslou Is five francs, and the expenses ot the most discret burial Is thirty-five francs. Visitors to the cemotery pay fifty centimes as an entrance fee. They have occasion to ndniire the pretty monuments to Tom, Bob, Kiss, Miml, Bojlu and other lamented pets with similar en dearing names. On one of the tombstones they may read,. "Homage to a faithful heart," end on another, 'Here lies Black, killed by a civilized savage." The above victim, explains the keeper, died at the hands ot an indignant concierge. Another marble slab mounted on cenieut rock contains tho following: "Neither namo nor date; what matters It?" And again, "Be neath these stones reside the material remains of that which during Its life was my Joy and my consolation." "oudou Telegruph. I ." li l ... 1 1 ii Allotment. Application was made hero to-day by Dixie Colbert, a Chickasaw Indian, to sell part of his own allotment and parts of the allotments or five ot his children adjoining the town alto of Sulphur, Hi acres In all,' for town site purposes. In the application to make tbe sale it is set forth that Col baft and his children are to receive ITS, IU5 in rush for tho laud they want to sell. Muscogee Correspun' once Kansas City Times. Alas! I ran not sing the old songs I sung long years ago. And neither can the lady Who lives in the flat below. New York Evening MaO. A Yachting Trip. Captain "Please, sir, your wife) has fallen overboard." Owner "Confound It! Another of those slnklng-spells of hers!" Har per's Weekly. Living on Whorls. Bacon "Here's an account ot man who lives on wheels." Egbert "Oh, an Insanity expert, probably! " Yonkers Statesman. Not Flawless. Tom "If, as you say, Pearl is such a Jewel, why don't you marry her?" Jack "I'm afraid there Is a flaw In tho mother-of-pearl." Chicago News. On the Scent. "Did you see a red automobile pas here a little while ago?" asked the excited man in the black touring car. "YeB," replied tho officer on duty; "follow your nose." A Humbugging Advertisement, "I see Lacey advertises something cheap In dress goods, papa." "It's a humbugging ad., daughter. I've known many women In my time, and there's nothing cheap In dress goods." Judge. Too Ready to Flense. Mrs. Meekton "What do you think, James? Mother says she wants to be cremated." James "All right; tell her to get her things on, and I'll take her down now." Illustrated Bits. The Patience of Mrs. Job. Teacher "Who waa the most pa tient person that ever lived?" Student "Mrs. Job." Teacher "How do you make that out?" Student "Why, Job endured whole lot, but sho had to endure Job. Judge. Imperfect Past. "Well, well," exclaimed Miss Pas say, "so she's twenty-five to-day. I gucsB It would surprise her if I should tell her I was tho same age." "Oh, no," replied Miss Knox; "she knows that, of course." "She knows that I'm twenty-five?" "No; that you were." Philadel phia Press. Heroic Journalism. "I must say," remarked Farmer Corntossel, "that the Congressional Record Is the paper for me." "You enjoy reading it?" "No, I can't say as I do; but I like the way It's edited. Rather than fill up with divorce suits au' murder trials, it suspends publication alto gether." Washington Star. His Calculation. "I sec- the California prune crop In 1903 was 1S5.000.000 pounds, against 62,500,000 pounds in 1905," remarked the fat boarder. "Well," replied the thin one across the tabic, "those figures would seem to indicate that wo will be served with prunes three times as often thle r as laat! " Yonkers Statesman. Its Adaptability. "Yes," said the tramp, who wan explaining his method. "1 always tell the lady of the house that 1 was Injured on the field." "What Hold?" asked the i:iexperi HOU beginner. "Well, If U'o a young lady I say football field, on' If It's an old lady I say battlefield." Tit-Bits. Clearly Establihhed. "Will you," asked tho proaecu'.lng uttoruey, "kindly explain to tho Jury, why you think this dereudaut in sane?" "Well," replied tho c::pert witness, "he built a house uot long ao, and really thought It wasn't going to coat any moro than the architect and con tractor told him it would.' Chicago Record-Herald. A great deal ot American manu factures ot wood nre sold lu Edin burgh, Scotland. Left in Uoubr. Thero had been fatal railroad accldeut and tbe r.4i;i sought In formation. "See here," said the official testily, "you follows must think wt have ac cidents for your benefit. " Perhaps yea wouldn't mini tell ing nio whose 1 enefit you dp have Uicm for?'' rejoined tbe reporter But even touching this point (be nfptdnl was rullcoai. fkiiaUKUhla Loi'ger
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