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.
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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