A Waif From the Sea. By W. D. MORRIS - It wai a glorious, perfect June full choice of hours, and I to retain morning, and Jack Elthatn had gone down, sketchbook In hand, to that oorner of the far-tretchlng sea links, where .the brbwn, bark-tanned fishing nets lie spread out to the sun, and the fishermen's children play by the gaunt ribbed derelicts drawn up be yond the tide on the shingly beach, fronting the low, white walled cot tages, from whose doors grizzled old yea dogs watch with wistful, longing eye those brown sailed boats, whose brine washed decks they may no more tread, slip out to sea. When he first oaught sight of her Paby Barron was standing alone, as Eos her wont, apart from the rest of le children, a quaintly pathetic little figure in tattered brown frock, bare at the neck, and monstrous boots, in Whose cavernous crinkled depths her tiny sockless feet were lost In space, gazing with solemn medltatlveness on the brown expanse of Interlaced cord age. Suddenly, as he watched, she dropped down on to one of the nets nd proceeded calmly to roll herself up In It. Then, thoroughly enmeshed, boots and all, In Its folds, Baby Bar ron sat up, and, with au air of su perb Indifference, surveyed the other children, who had gathered rouud with fearfully expectant faces. "You'll catch It, Baby Barron; you Just wait and see!" they shouted, with an unholy sort of glee and sig nificant gestures. A loud call from the direction of the cottages the next Instant heralded the coming on the scene with all peed his rheumatic Joints permitted, of a grizzled, Jersey clad sea vuoran. Seizing the entangled brown ball, he carefully unrolled It and set the dar ing Intruder on her feet with a gentle hake. "You're gettln' a fair plague, Baby Barron!" he mumbled. "I'll Just hao tae speak tae your mother. Rln r.wa' oat o' this, noo, quick," adding em phasis to the final word by a second hake. Jack Eltham, who had watched t'ne little comedy with quiet amusement, on a sudden Impulse hastened after and caught np to the slowly retreat ing little figure. She did not itta at all abashed by her lgnomlnlus dismissal from the beach, but as he looked more closely he fancied he saw a tiny repressed tear In the cor ner of each eye under the dark brown curling lashes. Her cheeks, full and round and soft-looking as satin, he noted, were burnt to a pale brown, and the tiny mouth was full and strangely resolute. About her was a lingular air of quaint self-possession, at once gravely meditative and deep ly ''Observant. The sunlight as It played upon the tangled close-curled head made of It a golden halo, and despite the frayed old brown frock and cavernous boots she looked to him as some baby angel might look who had gone out of Paradise to gaze a while on the little world of man. To his often and variedly repeated question why she had entangled her self In the net she uttered not a sin gle word. Once only she looked up to him out of her solemn blue eyes with a long, earnest gaze. Her silence was portentlous. "Would you like to have your pic ture taken, Baby Barron?" he es sayed again gently, and It was won derful how gentle big Jack Eltham could become. The gold brown curls stirred a lit tle, and the grave blue eyes looked up to him for a moment. "I was goln' to be a fls'," came a soft murmur at hit side. "A fish.' Oh, yes; I see." "Yes, an' I fink I s'ould like my po't'alt took." Silence again a few moments, then "There's a pltty lady who's goln' to paint mo she, did say It." "A pretty lady? Yes, and when . Is she going to paint you?" But Baby Barron had already ex hausted her stock of Information. With a penny clutched tight In her grubby brown hand sho had betaken herself, boots and all, the next In stant up the narrow street with as tonishing rapidity. Tun minutes later when he emerged from the cheerless dwelling that con stituted the forlorn and fatherless Baby Barron's home. Jack Eltham had a glimpse far up the narrow lane of her little brown figure, fol lowed by a small tail of children, nib bling at a hage bun, sublimely un conscious the while of their existence. Next day saw Baby Barron posed before Jack Eltham's easel on the ame bench that had witnessed her lguomlnlous dismissal the cynosure now ift quite a score of admirlns childish eyes. For a full half hour (he had stood motionless as a graven Image, gazing out seaward, a look In the angelic blue eyes as If she would fead its mysteries. Then, all at once, the far off look gave place to a new light. "The pltty lady!" she cried in her habyish treble, "she corned I did tell you. Jack Eltham swung hastily round to find himself face to face with a ght girlish figure. "I fear I have stolen a quite unin tentional march uoon you." he said Prlaglng to his feet and raising his vy mat is, of course which Mnnot doubt If you are Babv Bur fen's pitty lady." he added, with a Quick smile, his eyes resting on the eet, winsome face before him, 'mea in a setting of thick-coiled "'ouzo hair. "nk . . - . . . "erub , the girl returned, nodding "rightly toward Baby Barron. And T IM lulkKa. I A - fMiuiiug urn u n. win "m the Bea.' Don't you think she " well the part? May I Introduce nf u 1 am Eltham .lack Eltham 01 the Glasgow 8chool." h. J ?aT heard your name, Mr. Kit --- khu a ii BUB U1IIS am a student ot that school uThn we ghould be friends, Miss io-rd. What yoB dJirMlllg 'Poll you to tke tha head, with the waif?" "Oh, I couldn't be so selfish as to agree to that and bo spoil your work." she exclaimed hastily. "I am only a beginner, and Baby Barron would be quite tired out with two sittings In one day." "Then suppose we paint together and Interchange Ideas?" he suggested eagerly. "Two heads, you know " Leslie Maynard hesitated for some moments. "It Is very generous of you to put It that way," she said with a little smile. "But If you wish It, I " "The 'ayes' have It, Miss Maynard," he broke in laughingly. "And we'll pass now, with your permission, to the next order of the day." He turned quickly to Baby Barron, who had been watching the scene with gravely observant eyes. "How would you like a new frock a new frock with frills and lace, Baby Barron, to have your portrait taken In by your 'pltty lady?' " A sudden light came Into the big blue eyes, but she said nothing. "And socks," he continued eagerly, "brown ones and little brown shoes?" Still Baby Barron said nothing. Only she passed her hands slowly over the frayed brown frock and glanced down meditatively at the crinkled, cavernous boots. "And a sash, too a big blue sash round your waist, Baby Barron?" he added hastily. A slow smile overspread her face. She nedded vigorously as the smile reached the deep blue eyes, which shone like twin stars. "You shall have them, then to morrow, perhaps. Now, what do you say?" With a quaintly demure gravity Baby Barron put her soft little grub by hand Into his, looking up to him with simple childlike wlnsomeness. Jack Eltham lifted her up in his arms and left on her cheek a soft kind of baby caress. , The friendship thus oddly Insti tuted between the man and the girl grew and deepened dally. In Leslie Maynard Jack Elthatn speedily recog nized a kindred soul In the art they both loved. Insensibly on Jack Eltham's side friendship deepened and passed Into a richer, stronger feeling. And sho to Leslie Maynard those days were strangely sweet. Though she hardly dare acknowledge, even to herself, the true cause, yet In her Innermost heart she felt and knew It. She hoped he would forget hor that promise of one short year ago, so hur riedly and wildly, yet so solemnly given, would ever obtrude Itself; yet even as she hoped she took a pleasure In doubting. For she was a woman, and a very young one, withal. In the stern of a boat that lay al most motionless In the soft lap, lap ping of the Incoming tide In the drowsy hush ot the summer day, Leslie Maynard reclined, her left hand playing with the tiller, the little figure of Baby Barron, a great tiger Illy clutched tight In her hands and a look of solemn content In the large blue eyes, curled up beside her. Op posite .the two, on one of the cross thwarts, sat Jack Eltham. "Isn't It too perfect for words? said the girl softly, breaking a long silence that neither had noted, her glance wandering shoreward, where gleaming white In the sun the quaint sea girt Brighton of the North lay nestling at the feet of low forested hills, over whose crest the pine trees hung like a dark green cloud, shall be so sorry to leave It all. I am going away to-morrow," a faint, hesitating note in her voice "Going away to-morrow?" Jack Eltham could only repeat her words dully Yes; I must go. My holiday is up, she almost whispered. It was harder far, this parting, than she had thought. The sudden stricken look in the eyes of the man before her had thrilled her with the keenest pain. "But your picture It is not yet finished," he stammered in reply. Why are you leaving so suddenly?" She was silent, but her eyes met his gaze with a look ot strange appeal In their depths. Tell me. Miss Maynard Leslie I claim a right to know the right of one who loves you," he Insisted gently. "You must know you must have seen It. Tell me, may I hope some day you will return It?" Don't, don't!" she cried plteously, turning aside that he might not wit ness the struggle at her heart. Have I spoken, then, too late? Is there another? Answer me, Leslie, and I will go and not again trouble you." funny flng." Baby Barron's cleat, babyish treble broke In as she pointed seaward. That small, forgotten personage had at "first watched the Bcene with deoply observant gravity, as If she would learn Its meaning. But the matter had evidently proved beyond her powers of solution, for she soon turned her glance seaward to watch a coasting steamship thumping Its smoky way westward to the deep sheltered Firth, over whose narrow rocky entrance the twin Sutors keep watch and ward. Far away to the northward, be yond the vessel, the horizon had sud denly crinkled and darkened. The sombreness grew and spread swiftly all along the rocky coast lino. A white tossing line broke before It, and In a moment the shore was blotted out. With Incredible swift ness the wind squall swept down upon the boat. Even as Jack Eltham sprang to his feet at Baby Barron's shrill cry to clutch at the tiller It struck the boat as with a slant hand, flinging sheer out Its occupants. Then, half burled In tho trough of the suddenly risen sea, the over turned "cobble" surged slowly shore ward. When he rose to tho surface and had brushed the water from his eyes Jack Eltham saw that the Flrth had almost regained Its former calm. The squall had swept away shoreward, scarce a mile distant, leaving only on the surface of tho water the up turned boat to tell of Us swift, sudden passage. His eyes searched eagerly the slow h -ivi.i : swell. A sea drenched golden head rose all at once a little to his right. He reached out, raught and drew It to him, ere It went down tho second time. "Hold fast thero, llttlo one," he sold gently, putting Baby Barron's arms around his neck "Stick tight and don't bo afraid." An Instant later, between him and the upturned cobble Leslie Maynard's (ace rose above tho surface, her long, wet .hair wrapped about her In cling ing strands. With half a dozen quick, powerful strokes, he was besldo her. Thank God, you are safe, dear, ho murmured, supporting her, tread ing water the while. "Can you swim, Leslie?" A little only," she returned, try ing bravely to smile. Then lay your hand on my shoul der so. Once on the fop of tho boat they must see us soon from the shore. Ah, that's better, now," he said, a minute later, as they gained the narrow ridge of keel. "They'll have us soon; It's only a wetting, after all, and we don't mind that, do wo, Baby Barron?" He talked on to relieve the tension, looking down at the pathetic little figure on his knee. AH at once the smile left his eyes. He stared again from the rounded rise of the "cobble" to the surface of the water. Yes; there was no room left for doubt the boat was sinking under their united weight, Inch by Inch, lower and lower. Would It bear them up till the ex pected rescue came? was the quick thought that flashed through his mind. As he glanced up their eyes met, and In his look Leslie Maynard read something of the truth. For a long moment they regarded each other silently. She was the first to speat. "The boat is sinking, Is It not?" she said In a low, strangely calm tone. He could only nod In reply. "You will take Baby Barron, will you not, dear, and bring her Bafe home? She is all that is left to her mother." She put up her band to his cheek with a loving gesture and looked bark Into his eyes. "I cannot I cannot leavo you thus, Leslie," he muttered hoarsely. "Perhaps perhaps they may yet see .us In time," his eyes straining shore ward. "Don't, dear," she said, quietly; "don't try to pretend not about this. I want to face it now, when I feet strong to bear It. And I want to tell you I want to tell you, dear, how sweet has been the thought of your love to me. Perhaps It is Ills way of testing It, dear. But If if you mist gatiitifed oer his eyes. And i far off, It seemed to blm, came the Instant reply: "We'll get her. sir, a' right; dlnna ye fear," as he slipped down toward the valley of shadows. "Ay, that's a man noo," said the helmsman of the boat, with an ex pressive gesture. "Give way, lads, wl' a will; we'll hae the young lady In a twlnkllta'. Dave Duguld's cob ble's pretty far through wl' It." One sunlit afternoon. Jus three weeks later, Jack Eltham sat on a low chair by tho window of his room that looked out on Che clear waters of the Firth, and at his feet Leslie May nard reclined. Thoy talked as lovers talk, from heart to heart. There came a low, discreet knock at the door of the room. "Oh, miss, there's a queer little girl wanting to see you, and Mr. Elt ham leastwise I think It must be you," the trim maid servant who en tered announced with a dubious air, adding immediately, "and she won't go away, neither." "Oh, It must, be Baby Barron, Jack," was Leslie Maynard's Instant response. "Please bring her up af once." A moment or two later Baby Bar ron, In sea shrunken frock, hei j cheeks flushed and eyes shining, np- i peared at the doorway, clutching fas! la her hands a giant sunflower, al) wilted and drooping. "It's for you bof of you to make you well," she cried, present- Ing tho huso yellow flower. "I wait- ; ed an' waited hours an' hours to give it to you, an' you never corned." Impulsively Leslie Maynard caught Bp to her breast the forlorn little j figure, flower and all, and covered the quivering Hps with kisses. "Oh, you poor Baby Barron, It was selfish of me to forget you," she said, with a little catch In her breath. "It is good of yon to bring us such a lovely flower! " "Isn't it Just!" Jack Eltham chimed In quickly. "And It reminds me that there'll be a little bridesmaid wanted at. a weading soon. How wou'd you like to be a bridesmaid, Baby Bar ron? That's something better, cow, than being a fish." The large blue eyes turned to him with a gravely meditative look. Sho was silent for some moments, pon dering evidently over the meaning of the word. "I fink I B'ould like It." she said at length, a world of meaning in the deep, heavenly eyes. "An' I loves you always I loves you bof." People's Friend. ! DOG LEGAL TENDEii IN STATE OF ILLINOIS Now York City. Theeilmplehlouse to always the useful one, and this model can be closed with big 'buttons as Illustrated or Invisibly as liked, and can be made either high or with U7 Good Figure (ione. Tho "good figure" Is In such dis favor that otic- close observer states that within a certain circle It Is con sidered vulgar to have such a figure. Justice So Decides In Caae ef a Woman's Tailor Against a Vet rlnarlan. square Dutch nock and with plain long sleeves, or with those of elbow length, so that It really supplies a great many needs. When made as 11- Htnte IHw-liHbook. One of the new strap porkcthooka has lt3 strap buckled on nt each end so that It. can be removed If desired, but the Idea Is probably rnriied out moro for ornament than use. I'ttr of Ititmt. The girl who Is tall can shorten her apparent height by putting a band of plain material about the low er edge of her figured frock. The idea Is to cause an abrupt change. Girl's Tucked Itrnm, Just such a pretty little dress a this one Is needed for every school girl, and this model can be mado from lawn or batiste or from similar wash able material, from the thin silks and pongee, that tho girls Bre wearing so much, and, Indeed, from every chlldlh material. Th skirt Is an exceptionally pretty on, with nn odd ly shaped flounce, while the blouse la mado with a yoke shopod In harmony therewith and with double sleeves that are distinctive and novel. As illustrated handkerchief lawn la trimmed with a simple lace banding and combined with a yoke of cross barred dimity on which a little em broidery Is seen. Tho dreBB consists of the blouse and the skirt, which are Joined by a belt. The blouse Is tucked at its up- ' his kennels Bulldogs are full legal tender la Streator, ID., as payment tor ladles' tailored gowns since the suit ot Alex 1 ander H. Whlgam, a modiste, against Samuel K. Austin, a dog fancier, waa decided theee In favor ot tho de fendant. Mrs. Austin's new creation, fresh from the shop of Whlgam, had been the focus for feminine eyes there for a fortnight. It was not cut dlrectolre style; Streator Is not yet prepared for It; but the tailor and the dog fancier both were pleased until tha last Instalment of J 10 on the costume, which wae priced at $40, became due. Then trouble began. When Whlgam came from New York he brought a pedigreed bulldog along. It had a curled tall and wore a fancy collar and Its aspect was most forbidding. Consequently all Streator believed Mr. Whlgam when he boasted that It wae a valuable dog. Soon, however, the dog developed a case of mange. Whlgam ascribed the affliction to the change from New York's sea arr. He tried home reme dies, but ube dog continued to lose belr. When at last the dog resembled a Mexican canine and cold weather was coming on Mr. Whlgam decided that Mr. Austin, who knew all about dogs, was the man to restore its health and Its hair. But the dog died on Austin's hands. Whlgam was Inconsolable until Austin brought him a bull pup from This, Whlgam now WORDS OF WISDOM. If you are wise, be wise; keep what goods the gods provide you. Plautu3. I am a man, and nothing that con cerns a man do I deem a matter of in difference to me. Terence. What Is food to one man may be fierce poison to another. Lucretius. If restrictive legislation continues much longer It will soon get so that man must secare a license to make an ass of himself. Dallas News. Nothing Is stronger than custom. Ovid. God's response to the fears of man is always, "Fear not." Abbott. The greatest work has always gone hand In hand with the most fervent moral purpose. Sidney Lanier. And then there is many a man who helps himself to stay poor by his de termination to maintain his reputa tion as a good fellow. Puck. Hope Is not only chenp and com forting, but plentiful, and further more can be constructed right at home by oneself out of almost any old thing. Puck. Give me a staff of honor for mine age. Titus AndronicuB. I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make .lie only are left you will know I am with sad. New York Telegram, you. I can't die so long as you love I me. Kiss me, Jack, dear, and go quickly." With a choking sob Eltham slid down blindly Into the deep, placid blue, and with one long, last look turned shoreward, the clinging arms of Eaby Barrou round his neck. With a long, steady stroke, his When a youth gets old enough to muscles braced hard and taut, and his be ashamed of the quid in his mouth, eyes fixed on the green cloud o pines there begins to be some hope for him. behind the town, he swam ever shore- Dallas News. Unless the average man Is over estimated he feels that ho is not ap predated. Philadelphia Record. Hope Isn't knee-high to hustle. Florida Times-Union. , 111 II I a. I feVl L AW 1 With ft mm mGF0iiitumttLmm3mB3nmmBBri jKSImmSiWmmm claims, was in settlement ot the loss of the pedigreed pup. But Austin ' claims differently. When he had paid $30 on his wife's new tailored gown and the other $10 by agreement, came due, Mr. Whlgam wanted the money. Then Austin pointed to the bulldog, told him the bill was settled and de manded a receipt In fulll. Whlgam brought suit. The case was called In the court of Justice Ed ward Myers, and the court, after hear ing both sides, ordered the case dis missed. Several witnesses testified that the dog was worth at least $10. Whlgam says he will appeal. New York World. '..- Scarabs. 'SJ1- r Two scarabs ' which are engaging the attention of the French Academy ot Inscriptions and Belles Lettres should set at rests all doubts as to whether Africa really was circum navigated so long ago as 600 B. C. by an explorer commissioned by the Egyptian king. For these scarabs seem to be genuine official records of the voyage, one of them given by the explorer hlmselt. But the ev'dence In favor of the truth of the story re corded by Herodotus has always been convincing. He mentions the naviga tor's statement that In sailing round Africa they had the sun on their right hand that Is, to the nortli dismissing thie as a traveler's tale which he for one could not believe. Of course, any voyager around Africa would see the sun in that position, though no one In Herodotus' time who had not done so would be likely to believe It. Hence this very detail proves the trustworthiness of the whole story. London Chronicle - ward with the Incoming tide. For a long space hours It seemed to him, though it was but minutes he pushed steadily, mechanically on ward. Overhead the hot sun blazed down upon him, throbbing with fierce heat, and the little weight round his neck minute by minute grew heavy as lead. Slowly his head fell lower "There Is another, but but not as lower, till the briny water washed you think," she added In a faint ' against his half-closed Hps. Its salt whisper. i sting brought him back with a quick ' who is it? i mist near, you must tell me all now." His eyes sought and held hers masterfully. A quick wave of color flooded his cheeks. "It Is no one you know," she answered, with ft llttlo catch In her voice. "It was to to please my father a year ago when he died." "Do you love htm, Leslie, this man? Answer me from your heart" Jack Eltham's voice shook with the earnestness of his appeal. In the brave, truthful eyes she raised at length to meet bis gaze be read the unspoken answer to his question and something more that sot his pulses throbbing wildly. He leaut forward suddenly and took both her hands In bis own. "Your love is mine, Leslie; you cannot, dare not, longer deny It," ha said In a voice that was at once strenuous and calm. "Wouldi you wreck the happiness of two lives for the sake ot a promise your heart, which God gave you to Judge between right and wrong, cries out against? Nay, you dare not wed a man you cannot, do not, love." For moment she struggled reathlossly to release her bands from his tfently masterful grasp; then rec ognising the futility of the struggle, submitted to It passively. Her lips trembled with words that were never uttered "Oh, look, such a queer. shock from tho dreamland whose bor der Is death, into which he was fast slipping. With a quick, spasmodic effort, he raised himself out of the water and glanced shoreward. How far off It still seemed! Could he make It was it worth while maklug It, after all? But It he failed cow ardly failed how could he meet her there "I's vewy sleepy," a tired little whisper reached bis ear. "Is It vewy far now?" By an odd freak of memory thore suddenly came back to him Baby Barron's quaint, "I did want to be a fis'," and he caught himself almost smiling at the recollection a fish! "Weil soon be there, little one," he answered back cheerily, breasting tho water with long, fierce strokes. "Just thUk you are a fish, Baby Bar ron, that I'm taking home." Long minutes later, when lights were dancing before bis eyes and the water was again lapping at his mouth. It seemed to him the contused sound of a cheer was borne across the water; ft shadow darkened Its sur face, and the next Instant strong Jer sey clad arms reftched mr the gun wale of the outcomlng boat and drew him ond Baby Barron over Its side. "Save her out there! " He waved an arm feebly with a last effort a a Only a few, sweet, loving words that Is all; but, coming from the heart and going to the heart, they would brighten many a life and com fort many a soul, as the speaker of them little thinks. Let us not be so nhary of them. Mary H. Perkins. Pallbearers For a Dog. Following an elaborate funeral, Judy, a prize-winning fox terrier owned by Mrs. James G. Rossman, of Atlanta. Ga., who Is stopping at tho home of her mother. Mtb. A. R. Lane, at 830 Marcy avenue, Brooklyn, was burled In the cemetery for dogs near White Plains. Judy died of paralysis. Mrs. Ross man, who was very fond of the dog, decided that it should have a solemn 1 funeral. After an undertaker had embalmed tho body It was placed In a small white coffin. Children of the neighborhood who bad played with Judy were Invited Into the parlor ot the Lane residence to have a last look at the dog. Some of them brought flowers. Several of the children, acting as pallbearers, carried the coffin out to the street, where It was placed In a white hearse, which was in waiting. The body of the dog was then taken to an undertaker's shop, from where it Is to be removed to the cemetery near White Plains. New York Times. lustrated It Is adapted either to the separate waist for morning wear or to tho shirt waist dress of linen and other washable material, while when made as shown In the small view, it becomes much more dressy and adapted to thinner, lighter fabrics, as lawns, batistes, foulards and the like. For the finish of the square neck and elbow sleeves any banding or similar trimming that may be liked can be used, and with the high neck waist can be worn any one of the fashionable collars of the day. The waist is made with fronts and back. It is tucked over the shoulders In a way to mean both breadth and tapering lines and again at the centre front. The long sleeves can be tucked or gathered at their lower edges and are finished with straight cuffs. The elbow Bteeves are simply gathered Into bands. The quantity of material required for the medium size Is four and three eight yards twenty-one or twenty tour, three and one-half yards thirty-two or two and one-half yards forty-four Inches wide, one and three quarter yards of bunding when Dutch neck and elbow sleeves are used. Old School Book. Any one who has ever bought any second-hand grammars or exercise books for the study ot foreign lan guage has noticed that they are sel dom finger-marked more than half way through. Soweryllle Journal. Mohulr Petticoats. First It was reported that taffeta might be rubberized; then pongee took kindly to the process, and now mohair has become water and dirt proof. This last Is a great acquisi tion to enthusiastic motorists, for the material is light and cool, and at the same time It wears like wire. Pon gee and silk may hold their places in the esteem of womankind for rain coats to be worn to social functions, but tor driving, automoblllng and coaching mohair will be found superior. Octopus Dow Next. The Alsatian bow la making way for the newer octopus bow for millin ery. . . per edge and Joined to tho yoke, while It also Is laid In wider tucks above the belt, which give needed weight to thin materials. The over sleeves aro tucked below-the shoulders, so that they are prettily and becomingly full while those beneath are of tho simple puffed sort gathered Into straight bands. Tbo skirt is mado in one piece, which is Joined to tho flounce and tho flounce is finished with a hem and tucks. Dog Dives For Fish. Matthew Bren. a restaurant keeper of Paris, 111., is the owner of a dog of unknown pedigree and breed which dives at his master's command and rarely falls to bring a fish to the ' surface of the water and then to the i bank, provided a suitable place tot his "fishing" Is picked out for him. The dog's penchant for fishing was already developed when Breen pur chased him In the South tor $25. Since than the owner of the oanlne has gone, on many fishing excursions with the animal, and the brute al ways makee a better catch than the master. Recently the dog dived Into i the Wabash River at the word from Breen, and after remaining under water for more than a minute brought up a German carp weighing twenty eight pounds. The dog Is about the size of a full grown shepherd dog and has short brown hair. Danville (III.) Dispatch to Chicago Inter-Ocean. Hay on Church Floor. A curious enstom was observe " &t Old Nestor Church on Sunday. The church Is dedicated to St. Swlthln, and on festival days the church Is strewn with hay. Many years ago some doner left a field to provide money for bread which Is distrib uted four times a year. The tenant ot the field has to supply the hay to strew the church. The custom li supposed to have originated from the fact that on festival Sunday the par ishioners wear new boots, and the idea of the donor was to have the hay laid down to stop the squeaking inci dental to the new footwear. On Sunday the hay was duly laid down In the church. London Standard Tho quantity ot material required for the medium else (twelve years) Is sight and out-quarter yards twenty four, six and one-half yards thirty two or four aud three-quarter yards forty-four Inches wide, with three eighth yard any width tor the yoke, six yards of baudlng, two sad one quarter yards of edglug. A Gay One. The philosopher of the Florida Times-Union manages to keep In gay spirits. He writes: "If one's team Is running away one will a-llght with delight, but please excuse our making light ot such a subject. "Roosevelt may be wideawake, but he must retire on the 4th of next March. "Many men think they are hugging a pretty girl when In truth Is Is only a delusion. "If the hoops drop from a barrel ot whisky the innocent bystanders whoop hilariously," A Detail Wanting. "I've almost couquered the art oi flying," said the Inventor Joyously. "Whftt seems to be lacking?" "Why, next to nothing. Merely some cheap method of suipenc.ng the law of gravitation " Philadelphia Ledger. In the course of a year ground worms will bring to the surfacs about ten tons ot soli to the r.cre.
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