j Captain Kidd's j : Two Loves. • • • • "By Carl 'Williams. • • • • * • • Copyright, HOT, by N. E. Daley. J captain lvkltl gave a sigh that shook his three feet four inches of stature end looked up at Juliet. Juliet, the ele phant Idol of circus poors, responded with a sympathetic pat that very near ly took the diminutive captain off his feet. "It's too bad, Juliet," he said softly. "If Oretchen were here now to enjoy this, how happy we should be!" The captain's glance roamed over the fray crowd. It was the day of the chil dren's parade at a seaside resort, and the throng of miniature men and wo men In their finery remlnd&l Captain ICidd more than ever of his own tiny Oretchen. Tears stole down his fur rowed cheeks, and Juliet In dumb sym pathy placed her trunk caressingly around the captain's neck. Perhaps she knew of what he was thinking. Perhaps it was only the in stinct of a dumb brute, but the captain was comforted by her caress. For fif teen years he and Juliet had traveled through the world together, and there had sprung up between them a love that until the appearance of Oretchen had been full and complete. Juliet still lavished upon her trainer the wealth of her elephantine love, but the captain had divided his heart be tween the elephant and the dainty lit tle woman whom he met in Paris just before he bad sailed for America. When the showman who paid him his salary bad ordered him togo to the strange land, he had begged Oretchen to accompany him. She had been will ing enough, but the director of tho troupe of Ulliputlans would not give his consent to losing one of his most valuable little players. lie had hired Oretchen from her mother. When the dwarfs had parted in the big arena in Faris she had promised to always lie true to bint and had hinted that perhaps she might manage to come to him some time. lie had given her his address, written on a scrap of programme, and the short, misspelled letters she had sent were tucked into the pocket of the gay uniform coat and brought comfort to him in the long nights when he lay In Juliet's JTJUET HAD CAUGHT IIEIt AROUND THE WAIST. stall studying them out by the aid of a lantern. Exhibition midgets get little schooling, and the captain did not realize his inamorata's shortcomings since his own education was even more sadly neglected than hers. lie cared nothing except that each tiny missive reiterated the "Ich lieb dich," which bore comfort to his heart and gave him courage to face a strange land. lie was at least more fortuuate than Oretchen, because he had Juliet, the faithful. His love for Juliet antedated his love for Oretchen. Fifteen years he had played In the troupe with Oretchen; there had been a long stay in Faris, and he had grown attached to Juliet, the largest elephant of the herd. The proprietor, quick to see his opportuni ty, had shown the midget how to put the great beast through her few sim ple tricks. Since then the captain and Juliet had not been separated for a single day. When they traveled by rail he slept In the car. On board ship or on land he slept in her stall. The elephant quar ters were far sweeter and cleaner than some of the boarding houses at which he had been lodged, and the captain hated to be parted from Juliet even Thus there had grown up between them a love almost human in Its In tensity. The owner of the menagerie had finally permitted the captain to purchase the elephant out of his slen der earnings and the tips he lind re ceived. The captain had several hundred dollars saved up, but not enough to purchase Gretchen's release from her contract. In time he could manage to save up enough, so he tried to be con tent But here at the beach the sight of the children in their fancy dresses put him strongly in mind of the little troupe of which Gretehen was the star. The captain grieved and Juliet grieved in sympathy. The two of them had come down from New York that morning to take part la a circus in the evening which was to close the day's festivities. It had been a long, tiling trip, and the captain felt depressed. Even the worn letters In his pocket failed to bring him comfort, and, though Juliet ca ressed him with iier trunk, her efforts were of no avail, and the captain re garded the crowd of pleasure seekers through tear blinded eyes. Then tho manager of the entertain ment came blustering up with the warning that the parade was ready to start. Juliet swung the captain up to her nock, and under the direction of his hook she moved off with stately tread to take her place at the head of the line. As the great mass paced along be tween the lines of eager spectators tho captain no longer watched the crowd. Ills thoughts were far away across the water with tho little madchon. Juliet proudly led the way, enjoying tj'a surprise she. excited and nf j me opportunity to itaraae. »ne am not need guidance when the way was so plainly marked, and, rejoicing In the i fact that the children along the line were generous with their peanuts and j candy, she kept a watchful eye on the ! crowd. A cry of terror nused the captain from his day dreaming. Juliet was excitedly trying to force her way I through the crowd, which broke and I scattered before her. Captain used the j hook on ears and trunk; but, though : Juliet trumpeted shrilly In her pain, j she obeyed neither hook nor voice. A dozen alert policemen sought to break her charge, but they hastily dodged aside at her approach. Then a cry of horror ran through the crowd. A little girl, evidently one of the pa raders on her way to the start, stood directly in the elephant's path. One of the policemen sprang to her rescue, but before he could reach her Juliet had caught her around the waist and had lifted her high In the air. Strong men turned aside that they might not see the child dashed to earth again, while others stood fasci nated by the sight. But Instead of in juring the child Juliet swung her llght | ly back to the captain, who caught I her In his arms with a cry of joy. Juliet then swung her huge hulk and docilely returned to tho parade with i the captain still holding Oretchen with one arm, while with the other he pat tod the trunk that was held up for a sugary reward. "My impresario died," Oretchen was explaining. "Iran away and came over in the big ship, as we had planned. At the place where 1 sent your letters they told me you were here. I could not wait for your return, so I came, and Juliet saw me. I was looking for you. I knew you would be In the parade." Captain Kidd slipped another lump of sugar to the Insistent trunk. "It frightened the people much," he said with a little laugh. "But I am glad that Juliet found you. Now I have my two loves, and we three shall live together always. A man came to me the other day and said that in vaudeville we can got much more than tho $lO they pay me now. We shall be rich and very happy, my Oretchen." "With you and Juliet," said the lit tle woman, as she patted the upraised trunk. "I am sorry the children were frightened, but I could not wait an other minnte, my Wllhelm." "Nor 1," he answered simply, adding with true showman Instinct: "It will be good for tho business. It has made people talk, and they will want to see the three lovers." KEATS ON MARRIAGE. Barrier Against Matrimony In Which the Poet Rejoiced. Notwithstanding your happiness and your recommendation, I hope I shall never marry. Though the most beau tiful creature were waiting for me at the end of a Journey or a walk, though the carpet were of silk, tho curtains of the morning clouds, the chairs and sofa stuffed with cygnets' down, the food manna, the wine beyond claret, the window opening on Winander mere, I should not feel, or, rather, my happi ness would not be so fine, as my soli tude is sublime. Then, instead of what I have described, there is a sub limity to welcome me home. The roar ing of the wind Is my wife, and the stars through the window pnno are my children. The mighty abstract idea I have of beauty in all things stifles the more divided and minute domestic happiness—an amiable wife and sweet children I contemplate as a part of that beauty, but I must have a thou sand of those beautiful particles to fill up my heart. I feel more and more every day as my imagination strengthens that I do not live In this world alone, but in a thousand worlds. No sooner am I alone than shapes of epic greatness are stationed around me and serve my spirit the office which is equivalent to a king's bodyguard—then "tragedy with 6ceptered pall comes sweeping by." According to my state of mind I am with Achilles shouting In the trenches or with Theocritus In the vales of Sici ly, or I throw my whole being into Troilus, and, repeating 1 those lines, "I wander like a lost soul upon the Sty gian banks, staying for waftage," 1 melt into the air with a voluptuousness so delicate that I am content to be alone. These things, combined with the opinion I have of the generality of women, who appear to me as children to whom I would rather give a sugar plum than my time, form a barrier against matrimony which I rejoice in. —'"Poems of John Keats," by Walter Raleigh. Troubles of an Amateur. "I thought you had gone to raising bees," Bald the man from the city. "I don't see sign of them around here." "I had half a dozen colonies of the finest bees I could get," answered the suburbanite, "and a whole library of literature on bee raising, but they swarmed one day, and while I was looking through my books to find out what was the proper thing to do when bees swarmed the blamed things flew away, and I've never seen 'em since." —Chicago Tribune. In Nameless Graves. Not far from Hamburg, on the island of Westerland, is a small graveyard to which pathetic interest attaches. Here the bodies of those washed up by the sea—bodies unrecognized and unclaim ed—are burled. The cemetery was dedicated to this use In 1555, and from then up to now over sixty nameless ones have found their rest. In 1888 a stone was raised bearing the dedication "The Home of the Homeless," and each little mound Is further marked by a simple black cross. Like the Parrot. "Thumper occasionally says things that are wonderfully apropos," said one statesman. "Yes," answered the other; "he's like our parrot at home. It doesn't know much, but what it does know it keeps ' repeating until some circumstance arises that makes tho remark seem marvelously apt." His Protest. The milk dealer fined for selling a watered article protested. "Why," he exclaimed indignantly, "if I didn't wa ter the milk half of my customers | " ouldn't get any."—Philadelphia Ledg- I H < P-" NOTES C.MBARNITZ RIVERSIDE , V CORRESPONDENCE SOLICITED Jff WHERE ARE THE TURKEYS? Yes, where are the big red headed turkey gobblers that spread their tails, displayed their crimson cravats and posed and strutted on the fence at the old wagon shed? A few years ago as we drove through the country we gazed on flocks of giant bronze and Hollands, white as snow, gathered round the big barn, j roosting in the trees and gazing and i gobbling from the fences and the yards. Today we may drive for miles through fertile farm lands, we may go from farm to farm "when the frost is on the pumpkin and the corn is In the shock," and never hear the gobble of the strutting turkey cock. THE FARMER TEIXS US WHY.— "Yes," says he, "we used to raise a smart lot of turkeys round here. "The weasels, minks and hawks got some, but these all tired smart town chaps got to huntin' round our fields and timber and sliootin' our turkeys and tul; in' 'em home and passln' 'em off for wild turkeys, and we got tired of it and quit. "Then," continued the farmer, "it brought on so much scrappin'." "Well, of course," we Innocently re plied, "turkey toms will scrap, and AS IT USED TO BE. especially at breeding time, when half a dozen goto courting one old hen." "Young man," said he, "you don't catch my meanin'. There was folks round here who never set a turkey egg, and jet when the fall roundup come they had more turkeys than all the folks for live miles around. These folks was always complaluln' 'bout the foxes ketchln' their turkeys, and all the time It was the two legged foxes. "Well, we had a whole lot of law suits, and It ended with the lawyers gettln' the turkeys that the other foxes didn't get, and Maria and the rest of us, jest worn out by these scrappin's, let the turkey business go. "Another thing against turkey rais in'," continued the farmer—"help is scarce. "We can't keep our boys and girls on the farm any more. These newspa pers are blowin' round that the farm er's havin' a good, easy time of it be cause there are self O.nders and hay forks and hay loaders and manure spreaders and windmills. They have us all sittia' in rockln' chairs, cuttin' coupons and sinokiu' quarter cigars." As If to give emphasis to what fol lows, the fanner shook the ashes from his cob pipe and said: "1 want to tell you, young man, there are some wind mills in these editor offices, and they're run by hot air too. What do those kid gloved city chaps who sit behind glass doors and drink champagne know about farmln'? "Yes, I know they are tellin' us how to do it "Bill West tried one of their pre scriptions on his old gray for the wind colic, and that horse just up and died the next day. He went Into town the ' next week to see the editor, and they told him the editor was away looklti' after his fences. "What do city editors know about fences and farinln', anyhow? "Well, one day a paper came here, and at the top It read, 'Go west, young man, and grow up with the country.' "That night my boy John skipped out, and the rest followed, and now Maria and me are left alone, and we can't do all the farm work, let alone foolln' with turkeys." "But," wo asked, "can't you get help?" "Hardly," he replied, "and the fel lows you do get are lazy, good for notliin". "It used to l>o, when the children were home, we all took a hand with the work. John had the horses. Bill slopped the pigs, Mary had the chick ens, Inive had the cows; Jennie, the oldest, had the turkeys, Sallie had the butter, and Maria and me took a hand with all of them. "But now," said the fanner as he wiped a tear from his eye, "they've all gone, and mother and me are left alone to shift for ourselves, and turkey raisin' is out of the question. "To explain this turkey panic there's one thing more I want to say," said the farmer, "and that's about black head. "The fanners keep breedin' from the same stock, and the turkeys get teeto tally worn out "Then they got to droppin' yellow stuff around, and they do nothin' but loaf and drink and sleep and die off. | I cut one open, and It had sour crop, It's liver Vvas spotted, and It's Innards showed red spots." "Can It bo cured?" we asked. "Yes," he answered. "Maria and me j •xperlmented with red pepper and. peppermint and cinnamon and lauda-1 num and liniment, and they was all 1 uo good. v\ e just pot a rew arops 01 coal tar stml a quart of Venetian red In a gallon of water niul gave the tur- • keys not bin' to eat, and they soon ; drunk themselves well. "Hut," mused the honest old farmer, "the turkey days on the farms are over, and the time's a-cotnin' when all the turkeys will be hatched and raised In machines and be done up iu tin cans and be sold in grocery stores, like oth er canned goods." CHICKEN FEATHER MILLINERY. Some of our lady friends who still wear feathers in their hats in defiance of the Audubon society will not hold their heads so high when they learn that many of the swell millinery estab- I llshments have a large and increasing trade with some of our big poultry plants. We have seen many n sickle feather adorning a thirty dollar hat, and many a blackbird perched on a belle's bonnet is simply a cushion stuffed with Black Minorca feathers, while often u church j choir prima donna Ims kept time to her solo with a plume plucked from a Japanese bantam cock. The Seabrlght bantams, the Sliver j Spangled and Golden Penciled Ham burgs, the Gold and Silver Polish, the Houdans, the Games, the Andalu slans, the Leghorns, the pheasants, the pigeons, the ducks and the geese, af ford all variety of color and furnish 1 materials for fads and fancies to glad den any debutante's heart. Indeed, the day Is coming when the fastidious fashionable will run chicken ; millinery plants of her own or compel j her 1 Hitter half to breed stock that will j bring only feathers that are in style, j And, as the styles often change over- j night, the poultr.vinan will lie at his wits' end to keep up with the proces sion. That will be a sad day for the poul- j try business, for only the poultrymen [ who can control Hie styles or get tips J from headquarters will have success, while the rest will be hung up in the i garret with the old bonnets, cloaks and , hoopsklrts that are out of (late. FEATHERS AND EGGSHELLS. Turkeys are thick as grasshoppers i in Texas. The Lone Star State has shipped 10,000,000 pounds of turkey tills season. That's a nice bunch of< money for the rangers who have tak- i en the blue ribbon for turkey produc-! tion. Goto Texas If you wish to get I the"know how." When the authorities of the Dan-! ville (l'a.) Insane asylum advertised for 1,000 pounds of live turkey only one reply Was received from the home j county. Center county filled the con tract. All the turkeys were nine pounds or over at IS cents per pound. | It takes 3,000 pounds of turkey for the | Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner at this institution. "When the cat's away the mice will play" in that patent dry feed hopper j which Is warranted to hop. Whether ! It brings a big crop of eggs we know ! not. but It certainly is an automatic j sure hatch mouse incubator. Have you heard the news from Mis souri? Iler last annual report shows j a poultry product of $40,000,000. Her ; liens laid 107,155,(558 dozens of eggs, j worth £ 10,000,000. Missouri heads the band. The great American hen has I knoeked out the great Missouri mule. How shall I get fresh eggs? Fresh eggs are composed of good strains, good pains, good brains and good j grains. Mix these well in a scientific j manner, and you will have eggs to burn. Every time a lien cackles she does not lay, any more than every time you speak you say something that will make you famous. The hen tells a lie to get some feed and drink that you have neglected to give her. We will forgive her, but we can't forgive you unless you do better. In distributing gifts of poultry don't forget the poor preacher. If you do, then that good joke that is one of the traditions of the fathers will die out. However, let us quietly remind you that the Baptist preachers prefer wa terfowl. When your hens get the roup, be sure to call the neighbors in. They will surely tell you what you ought not to do. After you have filled (!>«■> up with red pepper, castor oil, axle grease, pat ent poultry feeds and bug juice, top off with liniment. Liniment will cure any thing from a corn to a cracked smoko pipe. It's the great American panacea. If these all fail, call in the family phy sician. "The early bird catches the worm" has Us exceptions. You will not get early winter eggs if you snooze all morning. The liest hens lay early. If you feed a fifteen minute mash at 8 or 0 o'clock, your best hen will be on the 1 nest and will get left. If she gets ! left, you get left. I)o you prepare your birds for the shows? Let conscience and the stand-; ard guide you. These people who cut off extra points, pull out feathers and J dye wing flights here may get blue j ribbons In this world, but the devil' will get them In the next. s&> . # Love Is Cruel Indeed. Love comes unbidden and flees froui j those who pray at his shrine. He j comes like all conquering kings—free hearted, generous, great; be goes like j a thief iu the night, carrying away all j that has made life worth the living, i He stubs us with the weapons we have given him, he drinks our tears and j laughs at the tortures he inflicts, for i love is cruel. » » » And yet we are ever ready again and again to bnre j our hearts to the blows. Men feel ' love with more Intensity thau women, and they forget more swiftly."—London Mudante. Wonderful Bird Flights. A naturalist says that perhaps the longest continuous flight made by birds ; In their migrations is accomplished by j some of the shore and water birds that nest In the islands of Bering sea and spend the winter at Hawaii and Fan ning island, 2.200 miles away. As some of these birds live entirely on the shore and are probably unable to rest j on the surface of water, they must ac complish. the whole distance In a sin- I gle flight. Yet they make their way i to their destinations with absolute pre- j clslon.—Montreal Star. Personally Conducted. By ARTHUR BOLTONWOOD. Copyrighted, 1907. by J. G. Reed. 5- _5 "It nas been very much xiue a ilream," the girl was saying earnestly. "Of course I had pictured it all out to myself, but I never Imagined it would be anything like thiii. It has been"— she paused as If seeking a proper ad jective—"heavenly," she said at length, with a little reminiscent sigh. "The ouly trouble is that it ends all too soon. Day after tomorrow we sail for home.' 1 Lancaster looked at the pretty, eager face beside him, and the pathos of It touched him. lie was trying to imag ine how the word "heavenly" could apply to the dull, colorless wanderings of these "personally conducted" tour ists. He glanced through the door Into the next room. There they were, gath ered about a tired looking guide who was using his umbrella as a pointer while he explained nasally, "This, la dies and gentlemen, Is an excellent ex ample of Rembrandt's late* work." They were a weary looking but eager group, anxious evidently that nothing should escape them. They lifted their tired eyes to the picture Indicated by the umbrella and stared at it dully while the droning voice reeled off its stereotyped phrases like some school boy reciting a well learned lesson. "We must go back," said the girl, glancing uneasily at a tiuy silver watch. "We are missing a lot." "You had better rest awhile," Lan caster counseled. "We'll take it all in by and by. I think I know this gallery quite as well as the guide does. I'll show you a Vandyke that they will miss entirely. We'll take our time and go back to the hotel leisurely." The girl looked at him narrowly. "Then you've been hero before?" she asked. Lancaster nodded his assent. "I've been watching you since you Joined us ai Cologne," she said. "Most of the time you've been very much bored. I concluded you had seen it nil before." Lancaster said nothing. He was wondering if some sudden intuition had given her an inkling of the truth. "If you had taught school In lowa as many terms as I have," said she, "if you had slaved and saved and look "AltK YOU OOINO 11ACK TO IOWA TO TEAOU SCHOOL ?" ed forward to this, perhaps you would enjoy it as I do. But you've been aw fully kind since you've joined us. You've shown me lots of things I wouldn't have missed for worlds and that I'd never have seen but for your thoughtfulnegs. Oh, I knew you must have traveled tills country quite ex tensively." She looked at him with an intent ness that was rather disconcerting. "Tell me," she said, "why should you, knowing all these things as you do, care to travel with us?" Lancaster regarded her for a time In thoughtful silence. Dare he tell her the truth? lie looked into her clear gray eyes and decided to risk It. "Shall I tell you the real reason?" he asked. "Why, yes, of course," she replied, with a little note of surprise iu her voice. "Well, then," said Lancaster sturdi ly, "it was because of you." The color deepened In her cheeks. "Oh!" she said, with sudden compre-! heuslon. Her eyes fell. She was ab tractedly pulling her gloves to cover I her embarrassment. "You remember that evening at the I hotel in Cologne," Lancaster went on, i "when you and I were partners at whist? I joined your party the next morning. I wanted to be with you— Just to be near you." "I—l rather wish you hadn't told me," she said uneasily. "\yould you rather I had fibbed po litely?" he asked. "Xo-o," she replied slowly. "You see," Lancaster explained, "I'd i been poking about the continent all by j my lonesome, and, to tell the truth, I'd | not been having a very hilarious time "112 it. And that night at Cologne"— He paused. "Yes, that night at Cologne?" sha prompted. "It seemed," he said very gravely, "as if you titted into a niche In my life that had been made for you aud that had always been waiting for you." She was still netvously pulling her gloves. The personally conducted flock, headed by the guide, swinging his umbrella like £ shepherd's crook, were filing out of the room beyond, bound for the hotel "Are you going bjek to lowa to teach school?" asked Lancaster. "Yes," she said qiietly. There was a ratfier painful silence for a time. "Is teaching sclijol In lowa some thing very, very desirable?" he pur- I "Not always," she confessed, j "I was thinking," said he, "that aft | er we got home I should like very ! much to come to lowa if you'd let me, I and then I'd like to bring you back | here for a little personally conducted i tour all our own—Just yours and mine. | I haven't showed you a tenth part of j what I'd like to show you then when j just you and I are in the party." 110 leaned nearer her. "I want that personally conducted j tour togo on forever," he added. | He spoke quietly, but with such ear | nestness that the hot blood crept even |to her temples. He noticed that her j hands were trembling and that her ! breath had quickened, j "It would be no end better than this I tour," said he. "What do you think of It?" I Very deliberately her eyes were 11ft led to meet his. ne read in their : depths an answer that set his pulses | bounding. j "Oh, It would be"— she began, i "Heavenly," he suggested, with a ; gay laugh. [ "Yes, heavenly," she said softly as i his hand closed over hers. Where Are the Old People? It is proper to speak of a man under j thirty as "old man"in a Jocular way. but after that It liecomes dangerous. ! As for old ladies, they have long ago ! disappeared. Thirty years ago it was common in society and in print to j speak of an old man or an old lady ( without meaning any disrespect or giv ing the least offense. Now it is posi i tively dangerous—in fact, isn't done, j Why this change? I Tartly because the physical and 1 mental condition of the average person is better than formerly, but principally because people have decided not to grow old. That settles it. We are ! largely taken at our own valuation and ; are not now disposed to make it a low one. In this city are to be found many : men who retired from business a gen ! oration ago. It was once the custom ' In this country, as it is now In Eng land, that when a man had secured a competence ho retired from active work ' and lived serenely. Nowadays it is sel dom done. A competence now moans not an income of a few thousand dol ; lars, but an unlimited amount. There are to be found multimillionaires above eighty who are just as anxious I to make money as ever, and they seem j to he quite as competent— rhiladelphia Inquirer. TIES FROM FOREIGN CLIMES. Railroad Looks Far Ahead For Its Fu ture Supply. "When an American railroad com pany looks so far ahead and so far away as to provide for Its future sup ply of cross ties from forests in lambs across the sea and at the ends of the earth," said a lumber operator to a representative of the Washington Star, "the seriousness of the railroad tie problem may be imagined. This is what the Atchison, Topeka and Santa Fe is doing. "Some time ago this company sent E. O. Faulkner, the head of its tie and timber department, to investigate the statements that had been made about timber growing on the Hawaiian Is lands known as ohla wood and which Is being cut away rapidly to clear up land for sugar plantations. "The wood was found by him to an swer so well all the requirements of a good and lasting tie that he signed a contract with a Hawaiian lumber com-! pany for the cutting and delivery at San Francisco of 500,000 ohia wood ties a year for five years, besides 500 sets of switch ties for each year for the same period. "Mr. Faulkner went also to Japan, where he made arrangements to pro cure several millions of ties to be de livered as called for. These will be made from an oak which grows abun dantly in that country nnd which has all the qualities which made our white oak so valunble for railroad ties. "Further providing for contingencies | in the supply of ties, the Santa Fe has purchased several thousands of acres of forest land in Australia, the possi bilities of which for furnishing ties are said to be virtually unlimited." A USE FOR SPIDERS. Keep Them In the House and You Will Have No Roaches. "It is too bad so many people are prejudiced against spiders," said tho man who always finds out curious things. "If they could stand it to have spiders around, they would soon get rid of cockroaches. In the spider tho cockroach has an enemy that pur sues him with more malevolence than does the cleanly housewife. And not only is this hatred more deep rooted; It is more deadly. All things considered, the cockroach shows jpighty little re spect for the human rtfee. ne knows that, although he is small, he is chock full of inventive genius, and he laugh ingly scorns the futile attempts of men and women to circumvent and destroy him. "So long has he been battling for life against paris green, fly paper, hot water and wire cages that he has learned to saunter through green lanes of poison ami wade rivers of glue without so much as soiling his toes, and when it comes to the scalding bath he swims blithely out and wriggles his whiskers in derision at his would be slayers. But ho dares not treat the spider with such disdain. In fact, he doesn't have a chance, for the spider outdoes eveu the cockroach in cunnl >g and nabs him without tho least cere mony. "Still it would be hardly advisable to recommend raising a crop of spiders as a sure preventive of cockroaches, for in most people's minds the exter minator is more objectionable than his victim."—Cleveland Plain Dealer. Thackeray's Poets. Thackeray's favorite poets were Goldsmith and the "sweet lyric sing ers," Prior, whom he thought the easi est, the richest, the most charmingly humorous of English lyrical poots, and Gay, the force of whose simple n;< lody and artless ringing laughter he appre ciated. lie admired Pope, too, but, while admitting Milton's greatness, thought him "such a bore that no one could read liini." It is not surprising, therefore, that Thackeray never es sayed the "big bowwow kind" of poetry.—Fortnightly Review I All OFFICIAL JOURNftL Hobson Wants Government to Print National Newspaper. TO BE STRICTLY NONPARTISAN Hero of the Merrlmac Plans a Journal to Be Issued Periodically and to Sum* 1 marize Government Work—Different Editions For Each Section—No Edi torial Comment. I Representative IMehmond Pearson ! Hobson of Alabama, the hero of the I Merrlmac, Ims prepared a Mil for the i periodical issue of an official journal which shall contain brief notices of the work of the various departments and bureaus of the government, of the su preme court and of congress, says a Washington special dispatch to the New York World. Mr. Hobson said the other day: "The official journal is intended to make a connecting link between the I government and the people. The proj ect grew out of my work with the ag ricultural department. I found that a vast amount of most valuable material did not reach the people. My iirst movement was to take this material to ! the people of my district, the Sixth Ala j bama, by a campaign in which repre ; sentatlves of the agricultural depart -1 ment made short talks. The result was | like an awakening. Property values j advanced appreciably, especially tim ber lands, and an era of improved ag riculture hns begun in that district. "I found that all the departments of the government were issuing publica tions giving the results of their work, between 150 and 200 all told, yet the vast bulk of the people were not be ing reached. I believe that the pro posed Journal will create renewed in terest and confidence among the masses in governmental affairs. It will be strictly nonpartisan and without ed itorial comment. It cannot help but aid the press of the country, not only in furnishing a ready Index, but also In creating a taste and demand for reading matter and for additional In formation upon Important subjects. "It Is intended that t'.ie Issues going to industrial sections shall be some what different from the editions going to agricultural sections and that the editions for the cotton states shall he somewhat different from those going to the grain states, so that each sec tion of the country may get most in formation upon the subject In which It is chiefly concerned. "The control of the journal is to be vested in a joint committee independ ent of any influence. It is intended that during the sessions of congress the Journal shall be double the size of the Issues between sessions. The for mer will have sixteen pages, the lat ter eight. Although all details are left to the joint committee, it is ex pected that the Journal will be issued weekly, but it may be semiweekly or even appear at shorter Intervals ir found necessary. "The present estimates ponti-mpinto allowing each congressman and sen ator to furnish the names of 15,000 recipients of the journal. There will bo additional copies, and all told about 1,500,000 families will receive the jour nal free. The postoffice department will handle the copies In blocks, through the carriers, thus saving the expense of addressing, the postmasters and rural carriers keeping lists of the recipients." The sum of $75,<)00 is appropriated by the bill for equipment and $275,000 for the expense of issuing the publica tion. It is Mr Hohson's idea to have a staff of trained newspaper men to han dle the news which is sent in by the various departments. Just how the bill will be received cannot be hazard ed, but Mr. Hobson has made inquiry and finds that most of the department officials are in favor of it. Family Newspaper War. This is a little domestic story with two characters—father and son. The gray haired father as he lias been read in;; the newspapers day after day has been impressed with the fact that an unusually large number of sons of good families have been going wrong. A bright idea came into his head the other day. Since that time until within four or five days ago he has been clipping accounts of these misdoings out and placing them each morning beside the plate of his son at the breakfast table. Then a bright idea came into the head of the young man. lie found good material in the daily papers of the misdoings of elderly men, fathers of families. These he kept together for some days and yesterday at break fast put the bunch beside the plate of his father. Thus far honors are easy. —lndianapolis News. In ancient and more simple times it was the custom never to shave. For 400 years there was no such thing as a barber heard of in liome. sunn iii TIN SHOP Tor all kind of Tin Roofing, Spoutlne and Ceneral Job Work. Stoves, Heaters. Ran«ea h Furnaces, etc. PRICES THE LOWEST! QIIILITY TUG BEST! JOHN IIIXSOJV NO- 1W a FRONT BT.
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