'HEN MOTHER MADE THE TEA. '■ English cooks an Oerman cooks an French cooks nowaday* it funny dishes In a thousand modern ways, Jest somehow or other things don't taste th* same to me i the olden, golden days when mother poured the tea. snowy rolls all ateamin, toast an waffles rich an brown, tar ahead of all this trash ye git today in town, ife was sweet as honey an full of joy an glee ■oyhood's sweetest, fleetest days when mother poured the tea. » her now. the household queen, in her accus tomed place .din o'er the merry board with all a monarch's grace, ,-ood old dad an little Nan an Fred an Sue an me feelin prime at eatin time when mother poured the tea. mother's gone long years ago up to a fairer clime, things don't taste exactly like they did in childhood's time. I't cause I'm never hungry; I'm aa chipper as can be, food don't taste jest like it did when mother poured the tea. —Hilton K. Greer In What to Eat. TAR AND FEATHERS NO JOKE. '■se That Took Five Days to Re lieve the Man of the Coat. everal hotel guests were sitting in the jy the other day reading the papers . exchanging desultory comments. One them, reading of a man being tarred . feathered, remarked tl at a person st look funny dressed in a coat of ?h and plumage. Did you ever see anybody tarred and thered?" asked a red bearded man in next chair. "No? Well, let me as e you it'B a pretty serious thing. I / one case, and I'll never forget it in life. It was in the fall of 1887," he itinued in response to a general re •st for the story, "and I was running bath house at Pittsburg. One rning a big, athletic man of about 35 Iked in and ordered a hot bath. A lit later he rang the bell and sent for me, 1 when I entered the room I was so onished I nearly toppled over. From feet to his neck he looked like a half ked black chicken. As it afterward ned out he had been waylaid by a par of men at a place called Sheldon, right the heart of the district where the 1 strike is now in progress, and treated a coat of tar and feathers. He was jposed to be a private detective who 3 been sent to pry into the secrets of i of the miners' societies, and 1 guess ■uppositiou was correct. Anyhow, >y did a very thorough job and evident stopped at his neck to give him a ance to get out of the district without racting attention, which was really a •tty shrewd move. 'The question before the house was w to get the stuff off. aud a more diffi lt problem I never tackled. He had den over 100 miles in the cars, and the • had become perfectly dry. In hard ing it had contracted slightly and pull out millions of the minute hairs with dch all human beings are covered, ■ich, of course, caused him intense ag r. Moreover, it had choked up all the res, and if he hadn't been a man of su b physique I'm satisfied that he would re succumbed before he reached the r. Well, I put him in a hot bath to ;in with and set a couple of massage •rators to scrubbing him with flesh shes and carbolic soap. In a little ile we saw that wouldn't do. They off a few small pieces, but the skin ae off along with them, and I stopped flaying and tried sponging with ben e. That had about as much effect as ing water on Krupp armor plate. Then I sent for a doctor, who had to uJt himself puzzled. He said he had very few cases of tarring and feath ig in his practice. But something bad be done quick, so he tried soaking in | -m turpentine. That proved to be correct thing, but it was desperately v work, and meanwhile the man had )Q kept up on stimulants, for he was ing very weak. Eventually the tur tine dissolved the tar, and we got it with soft sponges. But how long do think it took? Five days, workiug and off as he could stand it. Wheu got through, he was laid up for a ith. I got $l5O for the job. No. tlemen, there is nothing humorous ut tar and feathers when seen at ie range."—New Orleans Times-Dem at ie Blnek Sheep In Every Family. me of the stories that the tate Senator mer was fondest of telling had to do h an aged gentlewoman bearing the ie name as himself, who lived some sre down on the eastern shore of Vir a, in the county where Senator Palm grandfather was born. One of the ator's Washington friends happened neet the old lady down there aud ask ber if she were not n kinswoman of She did not know, but thought per s she might be. The gentleman was Virginian descent, was he not? And ;he United States senate? Yes, she quite sure he was a kinsman. Vas he in the army?" she asked, 'es." answered the senator's friend, was in the army and a general." ae old lady was positive that he was lation. iut," went on the friend, "he was a •ral in the Union army." ie old lady's face fell, but she rallied. Veil." she said, "you know there's a k sheep in every family."—Washing- Star. A Tree Clock. Glasgow man has in his garden t he calls a "tree clock." Fir trees planted in such positions that one of l will shade a portion of the house rery hour of sunlight. For example, o'clock in the morning the "0 o'clock ' shades the dining room, while as sunlight changes the "10 o'clock ' shades the room above or the room ining it, and so on through the day. . sunny day this "tree clock" insures r:cession of shady places round the e• Unite Superfluous. -<*. Btarvem—No, you caD't sell me no rpedia. Good day! >k Agent—But I'd like to leave some .ectuses tor your boarders. I may ■st some. %. Starvem—They don't need it, ei- There's a Boston lady stopping —Philadelphia Press. A Domestic Explosive. *le Girl—Papa, what is powder? her —It Is something people get i up with. tie Girl—ls that what makes you mamma so when she puts it on her —Detroit Free Press. AMOND DIGEST TABLETS »estroy Dyspepsia and restore th« sand liver to perfectly natural action ptly, or money refunded by any drug ltlemen: — I have been taking your OND DIGEST TABLETS for two months ind am practically a veil man tor th« ime itt 10 ytart. Everything 1 ate dis ;d me, more or less, and I was all run from lack of proper nourishment. 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When doctors r.re %*■ at as * consu^'l "^ they frequently Cvj V* They do not un ("£ . derstand the root (Vw \ of the trouble, pftj r - Perce's Fa- Jgl vorite Prescrip jjn ti oll h as Cl i re( i [y V\*?\ in housands of cases where doc- Ul / tors entirely H (/ % failed. /"" " 1 had been a great X Bu^erer from female §\W\ u9,% 0 weakness," writes \\\\ kW/tA Mrs. M. B. Wallace, \\\ In fff ipi of Muenster, Cook V I'll M 3 Co., Texas. «/ tried \'// //A\ J jour doctors and pfj { ?{ none did me any pej J good. I suffered six years, but at last I found relief. I fol iowe° ur a. d which you call the wrong side, the same being that upon which I am supposed to wrap what little drapery I get at night, has been unmade. The mattress hangs down, and the coverlets are as gnarled as the vine under which, in a thoughtless mo ment, I offered you my hand, my name, my fortune. It is a wrong side, as you have denominated it, and in getting out of it, after hanging to it all night, I con fess that some of the angelic nature which I inherited from the only perfect woman I ever knew has taken flight." The glassware on the sideboard danced, and the dear old motto, "God Bless Our Home," worked by a grandmother of the good old days, whose fingers have long been at rest, fell from its hanging. The moral of this, the first snapping of the chords which bound two loving hearts, is that every young wife should use a new club on her husband. P. S.—The old wife might do likewise to her great comfort if she would. "You may not be conscious of it," re marked another wife whose husband had not bestowed upon the jelly which her mother had sent, C. O. D., as many compliments as he formerly putin his letters before they were yoked, "but 1 must say you are becoming a crank." He looked at bis watch and saw that he had 40 minutes to make the nest ex press. Replacing the chronometer, a present from his father on his wedding day, he fixed up the following choice bit of language: "A crank! I suppose you think you have fired the fatal arrow. But you haven't. You have simply thrown a doughnut dipped in honey. You have admitted that I am bright, happy: that I am a scintillation; that I am a bonmot; that I am a jeu d'esprit; that 1 am smart, jocular, jocose, epigrammatic, sparkling, full of point, etc., ad infinitum. My compliments, madam." Then he was gone. Later she was looking over his library. She turned to the word in one of his books. As she looked over the list of synonyms she bit her lip. Then she looked at the fly leaf and found this in scription, in her own handwriting: "This thesaurus presented to my hus band on the first anniversary of our mar riage." The point of this is. Don't give your husband ointment which contains a fly.— New York Sun. Too Far and Too Near. An old photographer who for ranny years made triumphal tours of the coun try with his tintype studio on wheels tells in Lippincott's Magazine of an amusing development due to chemicals more sub tle than any in use in his darkroom. One Fourth of July a young farmer and his sweetheart came to him to have some tintypes taken together. He posed them on a flight of stairs, with a balus trade between them. When he came from his darkroom after developing the plate, the young fellow stepped forward and said: "S-a-y, couldn't ye take that over again?" "Why, what's the matter?" the photog rapher asked in surprise. "We ain't going to like that picture a bit," was the evasive answer. "But why not?" the photographer per sisted. "Waal," the young man blurted out, blushing to the roots of his hair, "she's too fur off!" He refused, however, to pay 50 cents for a new sitting, and at last took the tintypes as they were. The nest day, however, he came back to the gallery very wrathful. "S-a-y," he shouted, when he saw the photographer, "take that girl off this pic ture! I'm mad with her!" Tlie Cleanly lien. A little girl staying in the country for the first time saw a hen scratching in the gii rden "Oh, mother." she exclaimed, "thrre'aa hen wiping her boots! tJolook!"- Colum bus Dispatch. Hops {lron WIIU