THANKSOIVIKO.
flwsst m the son of ths robin,
Bllths wm the hum of tho ber,
In tha day whn lha drift of tha blossom
Win lltfht hA the foam of tlio sea.
Thn dooply ww cloven th furrow,
An 1 ifiiyly thoy fi-tttiwl tilt ind,
Who tru-tnil that rainfall and puns Ulna
Would surely l Klvi-n nt ii"id.
Th rOiin hat'.i flown to tho troph',
T!i" iioncy-Sn.i flitt"th no mnri,
th'' r nt.er ha'h (Mrn"P' I tho h.ii v st,
And thi' fruit an 1 t!i nuts nr in storJ,
Th fl uii" hnlli di" I out on th" tnnpI'M,
W. trial on t lit lum'-'.yimj loaves.
And tin- corn tlu.t was sturdy and stalwart
Is ir.'it iiT-l nud hound Into sheaves.
At;d swcc-dT limn musle of .rin::tl:n',
An l fuller of jul'ilmit mirth.
An tiin stromr-tided 1'lwrals oVrtlowlnir
From h-'arts where tlwmk.'itivinir 1ms blrtb.
Tlic solids of tho honi" nnl tlm altar,
The Klmlm-M of children nt I'luy,
Ap 1 the !cnr love cif households united
Aro blcfnlinn in praises to-ilay.
For pasture-lands fod led with Leauty,
For plenty thnt burdetiod th" vale,
For the wealth of tho minir atmridanco.
And tho promise too royal to fall,
We lift to thn Maker our anthems, ; '
Hut none tho less cheerily como
To thank Mini for honor ami fruition,
AnJ the happiness crowning tho bom's.
Oh, the ponce on lh brow of the father,
Tho Iljfht in thn mother's clear ,
The lift In the Voices of niaiilens
Who walk under dream-curtained skies.
Tin) datiee In the feet of the Wee ones.
Ami the sparkle ami shine In thn air!
The year his no time like Thanksgiving
A truce to our frottim; anj caro,
Sweet was the solii? cf tho robin,
Illlthe was thn hum of the bee,
In the ilny when thn ilrlft of tho blossom
Was lltflit as the fnnm of tho sen;
Cut sweeter the slloneo of Htltumn,
That ninketh n spacn for the strain
Of tho joynnce of h'tn, wleui thn harvest
1. truthered from hillsi lennd plain.
A WIDOW'S THANKSGIVING.
nv nnt.r.N fouiiest on.WE.s.
II AXKSGI VIS",
Zii-feiiJa vlcw wyman, us
,fvWv "tulicl tbo
Ooycrnor's proc-
Lw . ii.ii i "i liiiniitiiin tlirimirb
jffeK. her glasses us it
' i "l flTcarcd in the
Ji.k typo of tbo Week-
ly Herald of Freedom. "Well, it
dou't mako much difference to me,
Thanksgiviu' or no Tuauksgivin'. I
haven't much to bo thankful for."
And tho tears roRe instinctively into
tho wi Iow'h dim oyes as sho remem
bered tbo rndiaut Thanksgiving Days
of her youth, when the sun rose be
hind a voil of amethyst and gold, and
tho trees Mazeii in nvI ny ""
. . . ill moons saik.. . . ocean
of violet, air.
The Widow Wyman wan young thou,
-and the world wore its holiday guitie.
..Sue was old and poverty-stricken now,
ami things were chaugod.
Outside, the dead lenves rtihlled in
tho bleak November blast, and the
gale, hnngiui! from its ono hinge,
creaked like a complaining gnome.
"Everything goes a'aiuht mo I"
t-ighcil thu widow, us tho measured out
nix drop;! of htudnuum for her tooth
ache. "Tho wind didn't blow any
body's gate down but iniuo ; and tho
Hide of tbo old barn has caved iu, and
tiie lot Oil is oil' thu eoruerib door, nu 1
a weasel took all my spring chickens
night aforo last, uu 1 tho applo-sass
has fermented, and tho moths has
eaten up my furs, and I haven't had a
letter l'rom brother John's folks in
three mouths, and there ain't a living
soul, us far as I know of, as cares
whether I'm in tho world .or out of it.
"Thero was Janio f!reynon, as I
brought up out or tho work'uouio nud
bound to tho bookbinder trade in New
York, she's married a etoro clerk, they
tell mo, as wears Sunday clothes every
lay of hi:i life, and never even writes
to ask how I am ; and Sarah Soatuos,
as I iiUNscd through tho smallpox that
mi miner nhe tuught district school up
here ; nud Harry Wild, as never could
have set up business if my Eluathan
hadu't mortgaged tho old place to
lend him money.
"I might sit hero and starve, and
they wouldn't uono of 'em lift a
finger to put bread iu my mouth ; and
there's the mortgage to be foreclosed
at Christmas, aud tho fences all down,
and everything going to rack and
ruin. I declare to goodness, I'vo
most a mind to swallow tho whole of
this laudlum bottle, and put an end to
my troubles. Thero ain't nobody
would care."
And the Widow Wyman looked
gloomily at her bottle of laudauum as
she set it on the shelf.
"There," she iiddee", as the back log
separated in two pieces and fell in a
ehower of ashes on tho brick hearth
"there goes the fire, and there ain't
dozeu sticks of wood in tho shed.
Things didn't used to go so slipshod
when Elnathau was alive. And I can't
go to moetin' to-morrow, because I
haven't a decent dress to wear ; and it
J roast a rib o' pork, with stewed
nnlei and ease, for dinner, it'll be all
-1 w - - i
I can sfford. Other folks It turkTi I
MA9ESU1YIM?.
In siaek and collar, bny and bin,
Now rest the harvests of tha ysarj
Tho orchard's wealth is gathered In,
Tho ricks are tilled, tho Holds are clear.
Tolny wctake a trueo from toll,
And ut the gonial fircsldo moet;
Nothlni? shall como our peace to spoil
A- wo the annual feast repeat.
ITcw calm tho Indian summer hn
Above thn dlstnnt mountain lies;
The sipiirnd darts from plnco to plnca,
Tho crw nross ths valley flies.
The ripplini: -tream with murmuring ton
Serins lonelier as It parses by
and cranberry tnrts. I ain't so lucky.
I'.ut, then, I'll got a pumpkin thcro's
plenty of 'em in tho old corn lot and
make a pumpkin pie. There will bo a
Thanksgivin' taste to that, anyhow."
And the Widow Wyman raked to
gether tho fading embers of the fire,
put on two or threo fence pickets to
mako it blazo np, and brought in a
now bask log, fringod with gray moss,
and smelling faintly of tho woods.
Hut all tho whilo hor heart was as
heavy as lead within her bosom.
"Something'! going to happen," said
'''I Tide; t- he tears drowned slow!;
into the apples sho was paring for
sauce. "I know somet-'hi.ig'a A'' ? to
happen. P'raps it'll bo a cyvion.
Or, maybe, tho mortgage is goin' to
bo foreclosed uooncr thin I calculated
on. Or, p'raps I'm goin' to havo a
spell o fever."
l!ut just hero some ono tipped
briskly at tho door.
"Come in," said too Widow Wyman,
dropping an apple on tho lloor in her
consternation.
And in csuuo a tall man, wrapped in
fur-lined gurmeuts, with bright-lino 1
eyes shioiug uu ler tho rim of a seal
skin Oil).
"Is this Mrs. Nancy Wyman?" said
he, grullly.
"That's me," said tho widow.
"Oh!" said the stranger. "Cold
weather for this timo of year."
"Very cold," said Mrs. Wyman.
"Threatening snow."
"It does look liko it," acquiessod
tho widow.
"I believe this placo is mortgaged,"
said tho stranger plunging headlong
into business.
The Widow Wyman began to trem
ble all over.
"I knew something was going to
happen," thought sho. And she
added, aloud: "Yes, it is."
"I thought so," said tho strangor.
I've bought tho mortgage from,
Squire Satterlce."
"I hopo you'll excuse the interest
and taxes being a littlo behind," said
Mrs. Wyman. "I'm a lono woman,
and-"
"Yes, I know," brusquely inter
rupted tho gentleman; "but business
is business. Do you see tbeso papers,
ma'am?"
Tho widow eyed the yellow paoket
in his hand.
"Yes," said she; "its the mortgage
I signed myself. I see 'em plain
enough."
"Very well," said tho stranger, and
he deliberately tore the documents in
two, and flung thorn under the mossy
old log, where they shot into yellow
spires of dame and flow np the chim
ney iu a train of flory sparkf. "They
were taken off the reonrd this morn
ing," said he. "Why, Aunt Nancy 1
is it possible you dou't know Ilarry
Wild?"
And in another second he had hor
in his arms, with the applos rolling
over the kitchen floor, and her cap all
on one side.
"I'va oqabs to soBBi Thjolifgivinff
And one slow hawk, reserved, alone,
Cuts hlsbroa l sweep across the sky.
The colore t pallet, rich and rare,
Is gone which made the forests gnyj
A Quaker russet now they wear,
And even thnt shall pass away.
But we. around our nmple board.
Confront the winter without fear,
Whose fruits nro housed, whose crip' are
stored,
Wliofio friends are true, whose home W dear.
For nil, may Minn (food fortune po:ne,
Some cheer to drive and thoughts awayj
Thrice happy friendships, love and home,
And naught to war Thanksgiving ny.
Joel Benton.
with you. Aunt Nancy," said he; "and
my wife is outside in tho carriage,
with an eighteen-ponn 1 turkey, and
a real ol 1-fashione l suet-pudding that
sho baked herself, and a batch of i
minco pies, nud six pounds of Cali-
fornia grapes. Como in, roll," opon-
ing tho door to admit a rosy-faced
young lady, with teeth liko pearls, and j
tho prettiest of dimples in her cheeks,
"And we, too, Aunt Nancy," said a
chocry voice, out of tho gathering
dusk.
"dakes alive!" said the Widow Wy
man r "it ftia't Janio Oreyson? It
can't be!"
"Yes, it is!" cried the cheery voice ;
nod in camo a tall, pretty girl, leaning
on tho arm of a stalwart young man.
"And hero's my husband, Caleb Car
ter. Wo couldn't poud our first
Thanksgiving anywhero but with you,
auntie, dear, and hero we are. And
Caleb has brought our dinner along
a pair of grouse, with rod currant jel-
ly, aud cranbetry-puflfs, nn l oranges,
and nuts, and raisins, and all that
sort of thing. Uriug iu tho basket,
Caleb, dear. Aud there's a now black
silk dress for you, Aunt Naucy, and
a pair of gold spectacles, aud a crim-
son-nnd-lduck blanket shawl, and a set
of real English laco for you to wear to
meeting to-morrow."
And with this Janet hugged the
old lady until he nearly cbokod
her, aud kissed uer until sue was re
vived again.
Whilo all this was transpiring, there
came a fresh cannonade of knocks
agaiust tho door, and tha widow made
hasto to open it.
There stooJ a stout, middle-aged
man, all wrapped up in mutllers, which
were already boginnin g to be powd-
: ered over with show, and a stout,
1 middle-aged woman ot his side, and
I three children, all stout, but not mid-
dlc agod, in the background
"Well, I never!" cried the Widow
Wyman, stariug until she seemed to
become all spectacle glassos. "It
ain't never John's folks?"
John's folks it was, come to ipend
Thanksgiving at the old homestead.
"Such a big turkey, Aunt Nancy !"
squeaked one of the children, unable
longer to contain himself.
And Lice jelly, and East India pre
serves, ana a cane as Dig as a cart
wheel, all covered over with frosting !"
addod anothor. "Ob, my, don't I
wish it was to-morrow."
"And a set ot furs for you, -Aunt
Nancy, and a new carpet for the par
lor, 'causa pa's gone into the carpet
and oil-cloth business," supplemented
the youugost and stoutest of all, pro
ceeding to the ooustruction of a be
wildering series ot summersets iu tho
middlo ot the floor.
The Widow Wyman sat down help
lessly, and looked around at the poor
little roasting piece ot pork, all
powdered over with sage, and the pot
of pumpkins stewing on the fire;
while in trie back kitohen, by the light
of a dip-candle, Janie and John's wife
ai the riyUd to tf wr uovsok-
fog hampers of Mrorj riuJ, with
the yellow shine of orange and the
sonnd of nnts dropping on the floor.
"We've brought ft eet of new
china, Aunt Nancy," said Harrjr WilJ
"white, with gold eprigs, anl an
old-faehioned gold band arounl the
edge. Sarah Soames sent it as a re
membrance." "And a new table-cloth, Annt
Kaney," added Janie, "an l a dozen
napkins, I hemmed 'em myself oa the
machine."
"Wby-y," cried ono of tho children,
"Annt Nancy is crying!"
"No, I ain't I" aid Aunt Nancy.
"Yep, 1 be, too! Only I meant it
ain't because I feel bad. Dccnuso 1
do believe I'm the happiest old woman
in the State this day ! And I shan't
set down to my Thanksgiving dinucr
all aloue, and my folks hrin forgotten
the old creetur np in the woods, and
Thar's tho pumpkin a-bilin' over!
Quick, Janio take the pot off 1"
The Widow Wyman was laughing
and sobbing in tho same breath, as she
stirred the boiling mass with a huge
wooden spoon.
And as she knelt beside her woodon
bedspread that night, her prayer was :
"Lord, mako me thankful enough
for all Thy mercies on this blessed
Thanksgiving Eve I"
THAISKSUIYINO THOUGHTS.
A Iny Suggestive of Hospitality anil
oo! Cheer.
Thanksgiving! I feel tempted to
say it is tbo most blessed inheritance
the citizens of this broad land of free
dom received from their sturdy an
cestors, this custom of setting apart
ono day in the year for rendering to
tho Father thanks for all mercies and
blessings. As tho years have passed
on tho custom has lost much of tho
solemnity and religious fervor with
which it was observed in tho olden
time, but it has preserve I ono of tho
most beautiful of its original features,
tho assembling of scparatod families.
It is the ono blessed day of all tho
year that brings together the seattcrod
members of
tho household. The
wanderers, separated perhaps by miles
and months, meet onco more by the
glow of the Thanksgiving fire of tho
old homestead, to smilo and speak tho
merry word, to forget for one bright,
brief dav tho cares and worries of the
world. Thero seems to be nu agree
ment, unspoken, yet rccognizod and
binding, to lay aside all petty griev
ances and small vexations, o drive
away all tlroughts of business troubles,
to remember only that which is pleas-
ant, and to make the day one of peace
and gladness.
Thanksgiving! The very word is
suggestive of welcome, of beaming
faces and happy meetings, of good
j cheer on 1 hospitality unlimited, of
j tempting heaps of ruddy apples and
golden oranges, anl of that spicy
j dainty, our National confection, tho
"pie do pumpkin."
Anl inseparable from th) word
Thanksgiving is another National
dish, roast turkey tho onco proud
bird of our wildwood flanked by tho
reddest and cranberriest of cranborry
buuees.
I Some ono has raid, heartlessly and
audaciously, that to spend a truly
ideal Thauksgiving we must not only
cast aside our own burdens, but forget
the troubles of others lets fortunate
than ourselves, the poor whom we
have "always with as." This may be
comfortable sort of philosophv, and
tho owner of such a convenient, cast-
iron conscience and memory could, no
doubt, get a great deal ot selfish en
joyment out of life.
Lut I believe that to mako tho day
a perfect one wo must thiuk of the
poor in our midst, for a few minutes,
at least, not in a maudlin, sentimental
way, sighing over their poverty, be
wailing their hardships, but in a
simple, substantial way, sharing with
them the viands with which our table
has been blessed. If the giver ot
every Thanksgiving feast, or even if
every ord'nary family dinner, would
remember the destitute long enough
to feed ono hungry family thousands of
homes would be gladdened for at least
one day.
The most acceptable thanks we can
send above consist in making others
thankful. With grateful hearts we
may celebrate the day, but sweeter
than any praises we can sing are the
little acts of thoughtful kindness we
may all bestow. Detroit Free Frees.
All Cau He Thanklul.
The few who have boon prosperous
Can easily give thanks;
Tuuy have sutlloieut for tbulr need
And credit la the bauWi.
The multitude who are hard up,
The victims of reverse,
Can only try to thankful bs
It Ist't raiy worse. (
Kansas Citv Journal.
It is estimated that 8000 marriages
are daily performed throughout the
world.
POPULAR SCIEKCE.
A race horse galloping at full speed
clears from twenty to twenty-fonr feet
every bound.
The atmosphere is so clear in New
Zealand that it is said objects can bo
seen by starlight at a distance of seven
miles.
Science declares that in proportion
to tho weight of tho whole person tbo
weight of woman's brain Is greater
thnn that of man.
If the Atlantio Ocean would Imvo n
layer of water fiOOO feet deep removed
from its nrince it would only redtico
tho width of that bodv of water one
half. Electricians say that there is no
safer placo during a thunder storm
than a trolley car. The wires and car
pole mako tho best kind of lightning
rods.
There aro many reasons in favor ot
the supposition that Mars is moro
likely to have beon inhabited in past
ages than at the present timo, in spite
of its atmosphere or water or clouds.
No parental, care ever falls to tho lot
of a single member of the insect tribe.
In general, the eggs of an insect aro
destined to bo hatched long after tho
paronts are dead, so that most insects
are born orphans.
Surgeons say tho lungs of old peo
ple at Fittsburg are much darker in
color than similar orgaus of folks iu
more favored cities. Thoy attributo
this blaokish hue to the inhalation of
the soot-laden air of tho Smoky City.
Such is tho clearness ot tho nttnos
phoro in tho vicinity of Arequipa,
Peru, thnt from the observatory, 8)jJ
foot above the sea, a black spot one
inch in diameter, placod on a whito
disk, has been soen ou Mount Char
chini, a distance of elcveu miles,
through a thirteen inch telescope.
A prominent geologist, who has been
looking into tho formation of tho bed
of tho Ohio River, forty-throo miles
below Pittsburg, says the old river
bod is 301) foot above the present water
lovel, and ho finds there stones of
Canadian granite, whose nearest homo
now is on tho Canadian side of Lako
Ontario. In the glacial gr.tvcl he cumo
across n rough arrow head, which ho
Attributes to tho glacial period, per
haps 300,000 years ago.
A 31o:istcr Bonk.
Tho Chineso department o! tho
British Museum library contains, sirs
a writer in Cassoll's World of Wou
ders, a singlo work which occupies no
fewer than S020 volumes. This won
derful production of the Chinese press
was purchased a fow years ago for
guOOO, and is ono of only a small num
ber of copies now in existence. It is
an encyclopaedia of the literature of
China, covering a period of twenty
eight centuries from 1000 B. C. to
1700 A. D.
It owes its origin to the literary
proclivities ot the Emperor Kang-he,
who roignod from 1002 to 1722. Iu
the course of his studios ot the auoient
literature ot his country, Kang-ho
discovered that extensive corruption'
had been allowed to creep into mod
orn editions, and he conceived the
idea of having the text of tho origin
als reproduced, and preservo! in an
authoritative form. This was a
mighty conception, truly, uud iu its
execution it remains uuiquo down t "
tho prcsont timo. For tho purpose of
carrying out tho work Kang-ho ap
pointed a commission ot learned mou
to soloct tho writings to bo repro
duced aud employed tho Jesuit mis
sionaries to cast copper types with
which to execute tho printing.
Tho commission was occupied for
forty years in its great task. lijforo
the work was completed Kang-ho diod,
but he had provided that his successor
should hoo tho book completed, an 1 ho
faithfully carried out his trust. Tho
book is arrauged in six divisions, cash
dealing with a particular branch ot
knowledge. Tho divisions are thus
designated: First, writings relating
to the heavens; second, writings re
lating to the earth; third, writings
rotating to mankind; fourth, writings
relating to inanimato nature; IWth,
writings relating to philosophy ; sixth,
writings relating to political economy.
Tho Wheel as a LUc.Saver.
To the Russians belongs tho crodit
ot first utilizing bicyclos as a sort of
out-riding bodyguard. Tho recoct
discovery of several plots to assassin-
ato tho Czar has arouse 1 to the ut
most the ingenuity of tho military,
whose especial work in life is to seuuro
the safety ot the autocrat. Iu tho
past whon tho Czar mado ajourney by
railway it was thought sumcient to
sond ahead a locomotive aud tender
to make euro that the roa 1 was froo
from loose rails, misplaoed switches,
dynamite bombs and such other hin
drances to the imperial piogress. But
the certain information that tho
Socialist, Anarchists and Nihilists who
prevade Russian sooioty from bottom
to top, to the very side of the Czar
himself, are once more actively en
gaged in their thoroughly righteous
scheme to overthrow the absolute mon
archy that makes virtual slaves of tens
of millions of mon, has made necessary
the most rigid precautions. Therefore
tbo imperial train is now always pre
ceded by one or more military bicyclers
of proved loyalty to the Czar. Buon
out-riders precede the train at a dis
tance no greater than is absolutely
necessary to prevent their being ruu
down by the locomotive. The guard
from his perch on too comparatively
lofty wheel commands au adoquato
view of the neighboring country, and
can signal to the train following at the
slightest sign of danger.
I
William Riley, a Philadelphia boy.
has invented a oontrivanoe by which
his Newfoundland dog supplies the
motive power for uu printing press,
Ike "Injnu" and the Xufget.
The miners were a-talking. ' It ,
after the lunch hour during the ter.J
in iue last ctay oi tneir convention j
i ionecr Hall. They were looking (
s picture of Sutter's mill.
"Do you see that cabin there It u
tree?" asked Captain Oeorgo v
Thomns. "Well, thot is where 1 i;v
when I was thn custodian of the ;
nnggct found by Myshall. I .,
Marshall well, and many and ti,.i-jr
tho time he told mo of his diev j.
In fact, that is about nil I ever
Limtodo. Marshall always c'..;!;
that discovery as his own, but irt
nugget had not been forced on him
would never havo found it, or c.
thing else.
"One day a young Indian Ik-.
him well was working in tho
above the mill when he picked un i
little pieco of shining metal that -u.;-the
exodus to California. The n :
carried it around in his pocket for
day or two and then gave it to M
shall. Ho did not know what it r.
and proceeded to test it with his i : ,
Tho only result was tho impression
two solid eye teeth. He was about
throw it aside as worthless when t
Indian suggested that he sen 1 it
General Sutter, who was then at I
barcAdario, the present sito of :i
men to. Sutter tested it and soiit
back with the information that it r
cold and wos worth S7 or SS. S, v
other nuggets wero found in thn it i
but the original I had in my pu.
sion for several months, an l wi.
returned it to Marshall it still L i J
imprint of his teeth.
"That is tho story of thediseov .r
gold in California as related to uu
both Marshll and tha Indian, but
anyone sought to givo tbo Pitr
crodit that was duo him Marshall it
tirnsli aside all nucli elaimi 'vitu
declaration, "Injuns don't co;;,,
thoy did there's probably tiio
of 'em that seen gold here before
one did.'
"When Marshall was dying of .
vation the Legislature retiW!.! to
a bill appropriating $VJ.) for his
liof, but after his death a co-Uyni
input was erected to his niemorv.
was not Marshall but MarLi
memory that, the State desire 1 1
pctuute." San Fraucisco C'hr:
A Hiiu l'.'ss Tun ii.
The old j rovcrb Fays that tiav
made for slaves. It is certniulv
that it was not mado for Al-ucia-
tho following story told by a tn
lately returned from Alsaee be
Says ho: "Ou my return from
chen, I looked upon the benutif;
lilies of tho Le wen Valley, uu 1 1
A tourist who likes to poke his
into everything, I turned, by cb.
into the church of Kirchbor;.
coining out I took out 111 v wnt-
lui
regulate it by tho clock in the c .
tower. Hut there was no eloek
seen. Hence I wont into t ho t
inn, and thero asked the timo.
my host could not obligo 1110. 'I
tell you cxactlv, for, you no,' it
rtr
kft
'we havo no uso for eloi1!;". 1
morning wo go by the smuke
from the chimney at tho i:ir.-ou.:
incy at tho par-soua tn
Che parsonage pco; 1
Wo dme when r Jj,a
4 p. m. tiie wlik f
lint; from Mi-mq; V'j
on tho hill. Tho parsonage pco;
very regular.
is ready. At 4
tho train comi
tells us that tho timo lm ejino
another meal, and at ni;,'iit we
that it is timo to go to be I wir.
dark. Ou Sunday wo eo tu
when tho bell rins. Our yt?
verv easv uoiwi man, mi 1 h-'
are
Kl
mind be .iu nil) ir half uu in nr
or later." Harper's Hound
Vi
The Mocking Bir.l'; Hutu
Tho most remarkable thin;.v
mockingbird is its way ot lay:
a rnuse. In tho autumn ;t -o:-and
establishes itself for tlu ;
h patch of ground that will va
ries aud other food enough to .
til tho following spring. Ti :
Won
'I Bui
utrl
determined respecting lio'ind ir.J
I: u il
as much nccuraev as a mma:
lector would uso in taking 'H
J Tl
Perhaps it may bo only li t
4 J
square, or it may have a leu:
breadth of as much as M l yur
epaco depends mainly up. m H
'St I.
tti
supply in sight; hut tin iu'--is
a creut clutton and wants t
PSl
the quantity that would nu w
to keep him alive. Having I
his range, tho owner will 1
with his life, nnd noother!:u:
I
PPM,
Uruk
Soma
bird is allowed to enter it. 1
Haii
Froi
leans Times-Democrat.
A ew Blryt-le lire.
to e
ttble
A new bicyclo tire, whieu i'i
bo an improvement over tu';
w
cral use, has been invented
ented by Miss E. S. lliiteuin-j
Itapids, Mien, in tne tin'"""
rim of an ordinary stylo V
rubber tire is a tiroove, into'
fitted a smaller tiro of leataai
it is claimed, is much uior
than tkA iirRnt stvlo of H
tires wbuo equally eiasiio ai
hew York Sun.
An Old Violin.
The Stradivarius violiu, t:
der the name of Hercules
passed into the possession "
gene isuye, tue wen u
violinist, who purchased 11
Paul Nothomb, King's A1 jJ'
Manoho, iu Berlin, lor '-J k I
instrument, dated 171-', "u J
most perfeot ever turue i 0' Iw
celebrated Cremona masier.a fT
ful state of preservation.-! I- tj
Tho Sinullcst lif
IS 1
What is without douU
clock in the world l,e '
Ml
bition in the shop wind "j j
tingen jeweler, lue
less than one-third of su if1
fti
eter. and the weiaht wtc
the motive power is sui"s'
human hair.