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THANKSOIVIKO.
. Sweat wm the son of ths robin,
Bllttas was the hum of tbo tee,
In thn day when tho drift of the blossom
Was lltfhl a ths foam of (lie sea.
Then deeply wm cloven thn furrow,
An I Knyly they Mtt(.reJ tho seed.
Who trued Hint rain-fall and suns bins
WouM surely b (riven nt tie,.,t.
The filiin hntii flown to the tropic,
Tim iioni'v-'i'it llitt"tli no ni'r'.
The r nner ha'h garnered tho harvest,
Anl tin fruit ii n-l th nuts nr In tr.
Th" flame lm:li out nn the maples,
W! trci 1 on the luov-lyini; leaves,
An l the corn tln.t was sturdy and stalwart
Is fthT""l nnd bound Into ."heaves.
And sweeter tlinn mu-dc of surinjTtlme,
Anl fuller of jubilant mirth.
Are tin stronu-tided ehorals o'erflowlng
From hearts wln.-re liianksirivinir Ims birth.
The sonc of tho home and tint nltar,
The gladness of children nt luy,
Av'l the !cnr love of households united
Aro blending In praises to-day.
For pattire-lands fo.l.'.eil with beauty,
For plenty that burdened th vale.
For the wealth of the teeming abundance.
And tlio promise too royal to fall,
We lift to the Maker our anthems, ,
But none the !. cheerily cotnn
To thank Him for honor and fruition,
An J the happiness crowning thn bomo.
Oh. the peace on the brow of the father,
Tim light in thn mother's clear eyes,
The lift n the. voices of nmlilens
Who walk miller dream-curtained skies.
Tho dance In the feet of the wen fines.
Ami the sparkle ami sblnn In thn airl
Tim year has no time like, Thanksgiving
A truce to our trotting and caro,
Bweet was the pi 111 15 of thn robin,
Withe was the hum of thn bee,
In thn day when Ihn ilrlft of thn blossom
Wns light as the foam of tho sea;
But sweeter the sllcneo of autumn,
That mnketh a space for the strain
Of tho joyntn'P of home, when the harvest
I.-gathered from hlllsl lonnd plain.
A WIDOW'S THANKSGIVING.
J1Y Iir.I.r.N FOHIIKST (lRAVEl,
n j-Ai 1 1 A N K 8 0 1 v 1
S& ?1V: Hi?" .aid
'IN-,
ILc
Willow Wymnn, ns
rho fctuliel tho
Oovcrtior's proc
lainiitioti through
her glasses as it
appeared in the
typo of tho Week
ly IlcruUl of Freedom. "Well, it
don't innko much dilTorence to mo,
Thank sgivm' or no Tuuuksgivin'. I
haven't much to bo thankful for."
And tho tears rof.e instinctive! into
tho wi low's dim eyes as sho remem
bered tho radiant Thonksgiviug Days
of her youth, when tho sun rosb be
hind a veil of amethyst and gold, and
tho tree 'dazed in royal "" " '
. .. ,. ill moons sailt- . .ocean
of violet air.
The Widow Wyman was young then,
-and the world wore its holiday guise.
..Sue wns old uud poverty-stricken now,
and things wore changed.
Outside, the dead leaves rustlod in
tbo bleak November blast, nnd the
gale, bunging from its 0110 hinge,
croaked like a complaining gnome.
"Everything goes against me!"
tdghed the widow, as she measured out
nix drops, of laudanum for her tooth
ache. "Tho wind didn't blow any
body's gato down but mine ; aud tho
Hide of tho old barn has caved in, and
tie latch is oirthu corncrib door, an I
a weasel took all my Hiring chickens
night aforo last, an 1 tho npplo-suss
Las fermented, and tho moths has
eaten up my furs, and I haven't hud a
letter from brother John's folks in
three months, and there ain't a living
soul, us far as I know of, as cares
whether I'm in tho worlJ,or out of it.
"There was Janio Oreyson, a I
brought up out of tho workuouie and
bound lo tho bookbinder trade in New
York, shu's married a Etoro clerk, thoy
tell mr, as wears Sunday clothes every
uuv of hi.'i life, aud never even writes
to ask how I am ; und Surah Soamos,
as I niiHscd through tho smallpox that
mimmer t-he iuught district school up
here J nud Harry Wild, as never could
have set up business if my Eluatban
hadn't mortgaged tho old placo to
lend him money.
"I might sit hero and starve, and
they wouldn't nono of 'em lift a
finger to put bread in my mouth; and
thcru't the mortgage to bo foreclosed
at Christina1), and tho fences all down,
aud everything going to rack and
ruin. I declare to goodness, I'vo
most a-niind to swallow tho wholo of
this laudlum bottle, and put an end to
my troubles. There ain't nobody
would care."
And tho Widow Wyman looked
gloomily at her bottlo of laudanum as
tho set it on tho shelf.
"There," sho added, as tha back log
separated in two pieces and fell in a
shower of ashes on the brick hearth
"there goes the lire, and there ain't
a dozen sticks of wood in tho shed.
Things didn't usod to go so slipshod
when Elnathan was alivo. And I can't
go to nieetin' to-morrow, because I
Laven't a decant dress to wear ; and if
J roast a rib o' pork, with stewed
armies and saae. for dinner, it'll be all
1 cat rOford. Other folk baa turkm I
iniXESUlTLNU.
In slack anl cellar, bay anl bin,
Now rest the harvests of thfl year;
Thn orehanl's wealth is Rathnrcd In,
Tho ricks are (Weil, tho fields are clear.
To-dny we take a trueo from toll.
And ut thn K'nlal fin-shin meet;
Nothing shall come our peace to .-poll
As wij the annual feast repeat.
ITcw ralm thn Indian summer hn
Above thn distant mountnla lle:
The sipilrrel darts from plana to place,
The erow across ths valley flies.
Tim ripplint; .-dream with murmuring Ions
Perms lonelier as It pa-stes by-
and cranberry tarts. I ain't so luoky.
Hut, then, I'll got a pumpkin there's
plcuty of 'em in tho old corn lot and
make a pumpkin pie. There will bo a
Thaukcgivin' taste to that, anyhow."
And tho Widow Wyman rakod to
gether tho fading embers of tho fire,
put on two or three fence pickets to
mako it blazo np, and brought in a
now bask log, fringed with gray moss,
and smelling faintly of tho woods.
Hut all the whilo her heart was as
heavy as load within her bosom.
"Something'! going to happen," said
'.''1 7i'iOwi 5! .be tear; dropped slowly
into the apples sho was paring for
sauce. "I know sometLixg'a giJy to
happen. P'raps it'll bo a cyvionfc.
Or, maybe, tho mortgage is goin' to
be foreclosed uooner than I calculated
on. Or, p'raps I'm goin' to havo a
spell o' fever."
Dut jtibt hero some ono tipped
briskly at tho door.
"Come in," said tho Widow Wyman,
dropping an apple on tho lloor in her
consternation.
And in caiuo n tall man, wrappod in
fur-lined garments, with bright huol
eyes shining under the rim of a seal
skin cap.
"Is this Mrs. Nancy Wyman?" said
he, grullly.
"That's me," said tho widow.
"Oh!" said tho stranger. "Cold
weather for tnis time of year."
"Very cold," said Mrs. Wyman.
"Threatening snow."
"It docs look liko it," acquiossdl
tho widow.
"I believe this placo is mortgaged,"
said tho stranger plunging headlong
into business.
Tho Widow Wyman began to trem
ble all over.
"I know something was going to
happen," thought sho. And
she
added, aloud: "Yes, it is."
"I thought so," said tho itrangor.
'I've bought tho mortgage fiom(
Squire Sutterloo."
"I hope you'll excuse the interest
and taxes being a littlo behind," said
Mrs. Wyman. "I'm a louo woman,
and"
"Yes, I know," brusquoly inter
rupted tho gentleman; "but business
is business. Do you boo tbeao papers,
ma'am?"
The widow eyed the yellow packet
in his hand.
"Yes," said she; "its the mortgage
I signed myself. I sue 'em plain
enough."
"Very well," said the stranger, and
he deliberately tore the documents in
two, and flung them under the mossy
old log, where thoy shot into yellow
spires of flauio and flow np the chim
ney in a train of flory iparki. "They
were taken off the reoord this morn
ing," said he. "Why, Aunt Nancy 1
is it possible you dou't know Ilarry
Wild?"
And in another second he had her
in his arms, with the applos rolling
over the kitchen floor, and her cap all
on one eido.
Anil onn slow hawk, reserved, alone.
Cuts his broad swep across thn sky.
The colored pallet, rich and rnrn,
Is gone which made the forests gayi
A Quaker russet now thny wear,
And even tbnt shall pa.'-s away.
But wo. around our ampin board.
Confront the winter without fear,
Whose fruits nro housed, whose crips are
store,
Whoso friends am true, whiso home is dear.
For all, may some good fortune come,
Homo cheer to drive tad thoughts ntvayj
Thrieo happy friendships, lovo and hone.
And naught to mar Tbnuk.'iving lny.
Joel Benton.
with yon, Aunt Nancy," said ho; "and
my wife is outsido in tho carriage,
with an eighteen-pound turkey, and
a real old-fashioned suet-pudding that
sho baked herself, and a batch of 1
minco pics, nud bit pounds of Cali-
fornia grapes. Coruo in, Toll," opon J
ing tho door to admit a rosy-faced
young lady, with teeth like pearls, and
tho prettiest of dimples in her cheeks.
"And we, too, Aunt Nancy," said a
cheery voice, out of tho gathering
dusk.
"3akos alive!" said the Widow Wy- j
man l "it ain't Jauia Greysou? It
can't be!"
"Yes, it is!" cried the cheery voice ;
od in catno a tall, pretty girl, leaning
on tho arm of a stalwart young man.
"And hero's my husband, Caleb Car
ter. Wo couldn't vpend our first
Thanksgiving anywhero but with you,
auntie, dear, and hero wo are. And
Caleb has brought our dinner along
a pair of grouse, with rol currant jel
ly, and crunbcrry-puITs, and oranges,
and nuts, uud raisins, and all that
sort of thing, liring in tho bnsket,
Caleb, dear. And there's a now black
silk dress for you, Aunt Naucy, and
a pair of gold spectacles, and a crim-son-and-bliick
blanket shawl, and n set
of real English laco for you to wear to
meeting to-morrow."
And with this Janet Lugged tho
old lady until ho nearly choked
her, aud kissed her until sho was re
vived again.
Whilo all this was transpiring, there
came a fresh cannonade of knocks
against the door, und tho widow made
hasto to open it.
There stool a stout, middle-ngcd
man, all wrapped up in mufllers, which
wero alroady beginning to be powd
ered over with show, and a stout,
1 middle-aged woman at his side, and
I thrco children, all stout, but not mid
dle-aged, io the background.
"Well, I never!" criod the Widow
Wyman, slaring until sho seemed to
becomo all spectacle glasses. "It
ain't never John's folks?"
John's folks it was, come to ipend
Thanksgiving at tho 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, and a cake as big as a cart
wheel, all covered over with frosting!"
added another. "Oh, my, don't I
wish it was to-morrow."
"And a set of furs for yon, Aunt
Nancy, and a ucw carpet for the par
lor, 'cause pa'a gone into the carpet
and oil-cloth business," supplemented
the youngest and stoutest of all, pro
ceeding to the construction of a be
wildering series of summersets in tho
middlo of the floor.
The Widow Wyman sat down help
lessly, and looked around at the poor
little roasting piece of pork, all
powdered over with sage, and the pot
of pumpkins stewing on tho fire;
while io tne back kitohen, by the light
of a dip-oandle, Janie and John's wife
and tb roiy-toead. totf win uimapk.
ins hampers of savory vlaula, with
ths yellow shina of oranges and th
sound of onti dropping on tha floor,
"We've brought rii not of new
china, Annt Nancy," said Harry Wild
"white, with gold sprigs, anl an
old-fashioned gold baud around the
edge. Sarah Soames tent it as a re
membrance." "And a new table-clotb, Annt
Nancy," added Janio, "an l a dozen
napkins, I hemmed 'em myself on the
machine."
"Wby-y," criod ono of the children,
"Annt Nancy is crying!"
"No, I ain't!" said Aunt Nancy.
"Ye, I be, too! Only I meant it
ain't because I feel bad. Because I
do believe I'm the happiest old woman
in the State this day! And I shan't
set down to my Thanksgiving dinner
all aloue, and my folks hain' forgotten
the old creetnr np in the woods, and
Tbar's tho pumpkin a-bilin' over!
Quick, Janio take the pot off!"
The Widow Wyman was laughing
and sobbing in tbo same breath, as she
stirred the boiling mass with a hugo
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 Eva I"
THANKSGIVING THOHJIITS.
A Day Suggestive of Hospitality and
Joo! Cheer.
Thanksgiving! I feel tempted to
say it is tho most blessed inheritance
tho citizens of this broal land of freo
dom receivod from their ulur.iy an
cestors, this custom of setting apart
ono day in tho year for rendering to
the Father thauks 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 oldon
time, but it has preserved ono of the
most beautiful of its original foutures,
tho assembling of scparatod families,
It in tho ono blessed day of all tho
year that brings together the saattcrod
members of tho household. The
wanderers, separated perhaps by miles
and mouths, meet onco more by the
glow of tho Thanksgiving fire of tho
old homestead, to smilo and speak tho
merry word, to forget for one bright,
brief day 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, '.0 drive
away all thnughta of business troubles,
to remember only that which is pleas
ant, and to make the day one of peace
aud gladness.
Thanksgiving! The very word is
suggestive of welcome, of beaming
faces and happy meetings, of good
cheer and hospitality unlimited, of
tempting heaps of ruddy apples and
golden oraDges, and of that spicy
dainty, our National confection, the
"pie do pumpkin."
Anl iuseparablo from th3 word
Thanksgiving is another National
dish, roast turkey tho onca proud
bird of our wildwood flaukod by tho
reddest aud cranberriost of crauborry
sauces.
Home ono has eai J, heartlessly and
audaciously, that to spend a truly
ideal Thanksgiving we must not only
cast aside our own burdens, but forget
the troubles of others lets fortunate
than ourselves, the poor whom we
havo "always with us." This may be
comfortable sort of philosophv, and
the owner of such a convenient, cast
iron conscience and memory could, no
doubt, get a great deal of bullish en
joyment out of life.
Lut I believe that to mako the day
a perfect one wo must think of tho
poor in our midst, for a few minutes,
at least, not in a maudlin, sentimental
way, sighing over thoir poverty, be
wailing tlieir hardships, but in a
simple, substantial way, sharing with
them tho viands with which our table
has been blessed. It tho giver of
every Thanksgiving feast, or even if
every ord:nary family dinner, would
remember tho destitute long enough
to feed one huugry family thousands of
homes would bo 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 tweeter
than any praises we can aing are tha
little acts of thoughtful kindness we
may all bestow. Detroit Free Press.
All Cau lie Thauklul.
The few who have boon prosperous
Can easily give thauiu;
Tlioy have suUlalout for their need
And credit lu the bauks.
The multitude who are bard up.
The victims of reveroe,
Cau only try to thankful bs
It Uu't Ciy Worse.
Kansas Citv Journal.
It ii estimated that 8000 marriages
are daily performed throughout the
world.
POPULAR SCIENCE.
A race horse galloping at fnll speed
clears from twenty to twenty-four feet
very bound
Tho atmosphere is so clear in Now
Zealand that it is said objects can bo
seen by starlight at a distance of seven
miles.
Science declares that in proportion
to the weight of tho wholo person tlio
weight of woman's brain Is greater
than that of man.
If tho Atlantic Ocean would havo a
layer of water C000 feet deep removed
from its surface it would only reduco
tho width of that bodv of water ono
half. Electricians sny that there is no
safer place daring a thunder storm
than a trolley car. The wires and car
polo make tho best kind of lightning
rods.
There are many reasons in favor of
the supposition that Mars is moro
likely to havo boon inhabited in past
ages than at tho present time, in spito
of its atmosphere or water or clouds.
No parental care evcr faH' to the lot
of a ainglo member of the insect tribe.
In general, the eggs of an insect aro
destined to be hatched long after tho
paronts are dead, ao that most insects
are born orphans.
Snrgeoni say tho lungs of old peo
plo at Pittsburg are much darker in
color than similar organs of folks in
more favored cities. They attributo
this blackish hue to tlio inhalation of
the aoot-ladon air of tbo .Smoky City.
Such is tho clearness of tho ntmos
phoro in tho vicinity of Aroquipa,
Feru, that from the observatory, SJjJ
foot above the sea, a black spot one
inch in diameter, placed on a whito
disk, has been seen on Mount Char
chini, a distance of clevcu miles,
through a thirteen inch telescope.
A prominent geologist, who has been
looking into tho formation of tho bed
of tho Ohio liivcr, forty-thrco miles
below FittBhurg, says the old river
bed is 300 feet above the present water
level, and ho finds thero tttoncs of
Canadian granite, whoso nearest homo
now is on tho Canadian Hide of Lake
Ontario. In the glacial gravel be catno
across a rough arrow head, which ho
attributes to the glacial ptrioJ, per
haps 300,000 years ngo.
A Monster Hook.
Tho Chincso department of tho
British Museum library contains, mvs
writer io Cassoll s World of Wou-
ders, a single work which occupies no
fewer than 5020 volumes. This won
derful production of theChincio press
was purchased a few years ago for
80000, and is one 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
proolivities of tho Emperor Kang-he,
who reignod from ltiG'2 to 1722. Iu
tho course of his studios of the anoient
literature of his country, Eang-ho
disoovered that extousive corruptions
had been allowed to creep into mod
orn editions, and ho couceived tho
lea of having the text of tbo origin
als reproduced, and preserved in an
authoritative form. This was a
mighty conception, truly, and iu its
execution it remains uuiquo down tn
tho presont time. For tho purpose of
oarrying out tho work Kaug-lio ap
pointed a commission of learned mou
to soloct tho writings lo bo repro
duced aud employed tho Jesuit mis
sionaries to cast copper types with
whioh to execute the printiug.
Tho commission was occupied for
forty years iu its groat task. Bjforo
tho work was completed Kaug-ho died,
but he had provided that his successor
should soo tha book completed, and ho
faithfully carried out his trust. lho
book is arranged in six divisions, each
doaling with a particular branch, of
knowledge. Tho divisions are thus
designated: First, writings relating
to the heavens ; second, writings re
lating to the earth; third, writings
relating to tniukind ; fourth, writing
relating to inanimate naturo; ftfth,
writings relatingto philosophy ; sixth,
writings relating to political economy.
Tho Wheel as a Llte.Surer.
To the Russians belongs tho credit
of first utilizing bicycles as a sort of
out-riding bodyguard. Tho recect
discovery of several plots to assassin
ate tho Uzar has aroused to tuo ut
most the ingenuity of tho military,
whose especial workiu life is to seuuro
the safety of the autocrat. Iu the
past when tho Czar mado a journey by
railway it was thought sutlicient to
send ahead a locomotive aud touder
to make euro that the roa.l was freo
from loose rails, mispluood switches,
dynamite bombs and such other hin
drances to the imperial pi ogress. But
tha certain information that tho
Socialist, Anarchists and Nihilists who
prevade Russian sooioty from bottom
to top, to the very tide of the Czar
himself, are onoe more' actively en
gaged in their thoroughly righteous
Bobeme to overthrow the absolute mon
archy that makes virtual slaves of tens
of millions of men, has made necessary
the most rigid precautions. Therefore
tho imperial train is now always pre
ceded by one or more military bicyclers
of proved loyalty to tho Czar. Suou
out-riders precede the train at a dis
tance no greater than is absolutely
necessary to prevent thoir being ruu
down by the locomotive. The guard
from hia perch on tne comparatively
lofty wheel commands an adcqmto
view of tha neighboring country, and
can signal to the train following at the
slightest sign of danger.
I
William Riley, Philadelphia boy,
has invented a oontrivanoa by whioh
hia Newfoundland dog supplies the
motive power lor ma printing press.
The '-Injnu" anil the lfnggetf"
The miners were a-talking. ' It v&i
after the lunch hour daring the rocc.
in mo iasi a ay 01 toeir convention j
Plnniuil IT.ll Tl,... 1
a picture 01 nutter s mm.
"Do you ree that cabiu thero by t,
tree?" asked Captain Oeorgn'
I nomas. "v ell, that is where 1 lit
when 1 was tho custodian of tho fir
nugget found by Mslinl!. I .a
luarnunu wen, ami many nu i ii..n1T
.1. : 1. - All.-- 1
mo nine 110 loiu ino 01 nis disc iv.r
in fact, that urnbout nil I r.vir i.n
bimtodo. Marshall always c',.,;n
that discovery as his own, but ir t:,
uuggei u.111 inn uccu lorecu on luiu ;
would never havo tound it, or a-
thing else.
. it f - T1: .
oo tiny n young juman 1 !;)
him well was workin r in tho 1!
abovo the mill when he picked 110 t.
Iittlepiccoof shining metal that Ma
the exodus to California. Tho In ,,
carried it around in his pocket fc-
day or two and then gave it to
. 11 t r - .ii - ....4 1 v 1
BUUII. I1U U1U IlOli KUUWWI1UI 1( ft
and proceeded to test it with his ;
The only result wai tho linpreiMoj
two soiki eye teem, no was aiiout
inrow 11 asiue as woriniess wneu t
Indian suggested that ho Ben 1 it
Ocncral nutter, who was then at E
1 u .... .. . . .
mento. Mutter tested it and sviit
back with the information that it
gold and was worth 87 or 8S. js,..Vl.
other nuggets wore found in the ill
but the original I bad in my )
1 . . t. 1 ,
mou mr several luumiin, mm win-g
returned it to Marshall it still lnj
imprint of his teeth.
"That istlieBtory of the discover
gold in California as related to im
both Marshll and tho Indian, but w
11 1 . ii . 11'
anyone sougui to civo mu I'lirr
credit that was duo him Marshall ti
urnsii aside all such eiainn 'vuii t
declaration, 'Injuns don't count
it 1 1 . . 1 1 1
inoy tun mere s prounuiy iiio'.imi
of 'em that seen gold hero before t
one did.
..ti . tr 1 11 i - .
ueu .iarsimu was iiying oi k
t. . r : l r . 1.
vauon ine uegisiniuro reniMM 10 1
a bill appropriating S0.) lor Lin
lief, but after his death a co-tlym
meat was erected to ins memorv.
was not Marshall but M:irb
memory that tho Stato desire 1 lo
pciuuie. nan rrnucisco . ut,ui
A Hairless Town.
The old proverb Kays that time
ma le for slaves. It is certainly
that it was not mado for Alsicino
the following etory told by a trir
lntelv returned from Alsace In- ti
Hays ho: "On my return from
chen, I looked upon the beautiful
lugoa of tho Lewen Valley, uu 1 L
a tourist who likes to poke Lid
into everything, I turned, by clu
into the church of Kirchber.
coming out I took out mv nntob
regulato it by tho clock in tuo cli
tower. But thero was no clock t J
seen. Ilenco I went into the vii
inn, and thero nskod tho time.
my host could not obligo me. 'I n
tell you exactly, for, you kv,' Lav
'we have no uuo for elocUi,
morning wo go by tho mnuke
from the chimney at tho paroua
on tho bill. Tho parsonage pco;
cry regular. Wo dino when il
is ready. At i p. m. 1 bo wlmi
tho train commit lrotu .M iimi
tolls us that tho time hn imo I
nuother meal, nnd nt night we
that it is timo to go to bed w!i
dark. On Sunday we go to
)0r
when tho bell rings. Our pursui
verv easv soinz man. mi l h." cii
K
it
mind beLriuuing half uu hour
or later." Harper's Hound I'.iW
The Mock in? IJir.1V; limir.
Tho most remarkable thin;. a
mocking bird is its way ol l i.via
a rnuze. In tho nutumn itK'
4W
uud establishes itself for Uu "0t
a pntch of ground that will yield
of Hi
to
ries uud other food enough to w
til tho following suriuir. Tlw Ir
him
U4i
determined respecting bo'itnune
(turn
us much accuracy us u lumiu;
pector would uso iu taking out
ollU
l'erhans it muv 1)0 oulv li.iy
Ml
Rnunre. or it muv have a leust
breadth of as much as 10i) yards.
ftpaco depends mainly upou t Ue
supply in sight; but tuo iuocmu
is a great glutton and wains ten
PI P.
ths nuantitv that would ou i"L
to koep him alive, flavin !'
I'pps
his range, the owner will ''
with hia life, nnd nuother truit-
'"rti
p ston
liinl is nllowoil tn enter it. "V
FBI
leans Times-Democrat.
'Ut
A cw Bicycle Tire.
A new bicyclo tire, wliicu
W4 t
bo uu improvement over tbosidl
cral use, has been inveuted
pnted bv Miss E. S. Ilillciun",
Ifnniila Mioh. In the liliJJi 1
rim of an ordinary htylo fiw
rubber tira is a uronve. intov-
titted a smaller tiro of leather,
it is claimed, is much wort
than tie present stylo of '
tires while equally elastic nJ
New York Ban.
An Old Violin.
Tim SUmiliviiriiiH violin. kH
der tbo name of Heronle, M
naaaail inti thA nrwmttHioIl 01 '1
geneYsuye, the weil knori
vinliniat wlin nnrcllllhUil
Paul Nothomb, King's Ad'"'
Mnnche. in Berlin, for tfjJw
instrument, dated 17.12, an'".
most perfect ever turueii"
celebrated Cremoua masur,i"c.
f ul state of preservation
-LH
The Sniullesl M' l-
What is without doubt
nlnnlc in tha world was W ' .1
bition in tho shop wind"'
HUjCU jOWBIVIi mw , j
1. 41, or. nnn.ftiird n SU luC"l
eter, and the weight wluck '
the motive power in iusiJ
human hair.
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