j Captain Kidd's j
: Two Loves. •
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• "By Carl 'Williams. •
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• 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-
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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.
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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.
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