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EASTERN TURKEY FALLEN.
Westward the course of turkey em
pire takes its way.
New England now feasts on roasts
from Texas,
Eastern states buy Christmas birds
from Russian valley, California's tur
key Eldorado.
Turkeys' new capital is Missouri, with j
her prize poultry product of $40,000,000.
Texas, Indiana, Illinois, lowa, Cali- j
fornin. are next in turkey population.
Eastern turkey fallen, and why?
Has nature reversed?
"Blackhead," you reply.
But if blackhead is explanation for
turkey annihilation, what is the expla
nation for blackhead?
That's easy.
Don't need a microscope nor an ex
periment station salary to find out.
Didn't come from the wild turkey.
Blackhead Is simply a modem mis- I
take that resulted fatally for the east. |
Drop the microbe theory and listen. j
Blackhead, or name it as you please, j
is the result of inbreeding, lice, filth
and unscientific feeding. That's all.
Turkey breeding is not a lost but a j
neglected art. True, certain scientists
have pushed the old twenty pound torn !
to tlilrty-five. and the champion of the |
world at St. Louis was a sixty pounder, j
but the eastern breeder would mate his :
cockerels with pullets instead of hens j
and seldom changed blood unless it '
was to swap with the next farmer, j
whose birds had often mixed with his i
afield.
To him all coons looked alike. He
seldom considered that the Bronze is
heaviest and healthiest, Narragansett
KINO OF THE WOODS.
next in utility, Holland smaller but j
gentler, the Buff and Slate only for j
fancy. He sold his broad backed, full J
breasted gobblers and best formed j
hens and retained the leanest and j
meanest for breeding. Thus his "fam- j
ily circle breeding of disease target" j
stock laid turkey low, and the hills and
vales that echoed with "Gobble, gob
ble!" and " T'weet, t'weet!" l>ecame a
silent turkey graveyard.
Had the breeder only beard "the call ;
of the wild" as the sturdy king of the j
woods came from his sylvan retreat
to call back his half domesticated sub
jects and captured him for mating in
stead of shooting him for meat, or had
he robbed the wild turkey's nest to
hatch for new blood, perhaps this obit
uary had not been written. lie was as
careless with lice, filth and feeding.
Mighty seldom were old and young
birds treated on head, between wing I
quills, among vent feathers and on |
thighs for vermin, and as lice increas- 1
ed turkey decreased.
Then some genius reversed nature j
by discarding mother turkey, with her
clean nest out on the fresh earth
among the tall grasses and fragrant
wild flowers, and substituted the mon
grel hen with her foul, lousy nest.
The scabby legged cluck scratched
for them in the manure piles, and the
sweet voiced little poults never saw
the green hill and field afar, where j
turkey food abounded, and you don't j
wonder they died. They were home- J
sk'k for nature.
The feeding was a corner on corn.
Without waiting forty hours for the
yolk to digest the poults were stuffed
with soaked cornmeal, curd and red
pepper. They were already weak be
cause their parents were corn fat.
When the birds were brought from
range, unmindful that their life afield
was all activity, pure air and water
and a variety of hard earned food, the
breeder bunched breeding and market l
stock in insanitary environment and
proceeded to stuff them with corn, an
unusual ration, and it v.;ns often green
corn at that. No turkeys had grit.
Then came "blackhead," "ulcerated
dropsical liver," and the high price
philosophers began to rake the earth
for microbes with a fine tooth comb.
The diarrhea might have been stop
ped by a return to natural diet and a
(fourth ounce of copperas to the quart
V)f water, but that wouldn't stop fat
tbreeders throwing sickly poults.
{ An equal three part ration of wheat,
ofjts and corn, with charcoal, grit,
waste apples and no cabbage, brings ,
turkeys through the winter in fine
shape for spring work. Microbe or no
microbe, the blackhead has made the
Klls and valleys of the east baldliead
ed of turkeys.
The east will again have a place on
the turkey map when entirely new
stock and methods are introduced, and
the west should profit lest she cut her
own pretty turkey throat
GRANDPAP'S TURKEY GOBBLER
Of all the sights on grandpap's farm
His gobbler took the charm;
Whene'er he'd strut across the green
Our infant fears to alarm
How he would pufT his cheßt way out
To make himself look stout!
He'd shake the noodle on his nose
As If to say, "Git out!"
His head would turn red, white and
blue
As If the Fourth was due.
His tail was like a ralpbow spread.
His wide winßß sweeping too.
Then, "Gobble! Gobble!" mad, went ha,
And "Gobble!" loud yelled we.
And then he'd swing himself around
And make a jump for me.
Hut every fat turk has his day—
At least that's what Turks say-
Fur when Thanksgiving day came round
He in the gravy lay.
My plate was always plied sky high.
1 for those days now sigh
When grandma turned around and said,
"Now. boy, till up on pie."
C. M. B.
TURKEY DON'TS.
Don't let turklets run in the rain and
dew. It will do them.
Don't keep the gun in the garret.
Crows anil hawks are turkey lovers.
Don't fall to mark your birds with a !
web punch. May save a lawsuit In |
the fall.
Don't forget that wet kills young
stock when they shoot the red at two ;
months.
Don't forget to cut curd when poults :
show signs of swollen joints or rheu
matism.
Don't neglect to feed your growing
birds every night. They will thus come j
home to roost.
Don't allow feed to lie around to
sour. Always turn them from the ta
ble a little hungry.
Don't neglect to dust the turkey hen
two days before hatch. Grease poult
heads with chicken fat.
Don't feed red pepper and soda. A
little black pepper occasionally for
tonic and gi.igcr for colds.
Don't forget to remove poults early
from nest. They get less lice, and
you'll have more turkey, as the old hen
will crush them.
Don't feed meat nor beef scrap to
turklets unless insects are scarce. Then
l'eed scrap or Hamburger steak spar
ingly.
YOUNG TURKEY MENU.
For forty hours no feed. Then put
an egg In cold water, boil an hour.
Grind up shell and all. Mix with line
grit and stale sweet bread dipped in
milk and squeezed dry. One egg to
six poults. Feed thus for two days,
always keeping poults moderately hun
gry-
Third day chop onion top, egg, curd ;
and grit for breakfast. Sweet stale ;
bread dipped in milk and squeezed
dry for dinner. Chopped dandelion j
leaves, egg, curd and grit for supper.
Feed thus for two weeks. Now by
degrees feed dry oatmeal, cracked j
wheat, millet seed and a little tine |
cracked corn. At four or five days
birds may run in short dry grass.
For turkey poison use sloppy corn
mash. For diarrhea feed fresh boiled j
rice moderately. For green food, when
confined, use lettuce, fine cut grass>
and crisp chickweed. Feed sparingly i
at first, and never feed turkeys, young i
or old, cabbage.
No meat is required for turkeys uu- j
less confined, as they gather many in
sects. By using this feeding method
and keeping everything sanitary we
have raised fine birds on a plot 30 by
50 feet.
FEATHERS AND EGGSHELLS.
Shipping turkey eggs for hatching is
getting to be quite an industry in Tex
as. One lady writes that she shipped
800 last season. Texas is the Lone
Star in turkey culture.
Incubators were used in Egypt be
fore the Christian era. They were in
the form of hatching ovens. And yet
it is called a modern invention. Is
there anything new under the—hen?
The nicest way to singe a chicken is '
to put a tablespoonful of a In; 1 on a
plate. While it burns pas i li■ • bird
over the flame. It's not so dangerous
as the old way, and the burned paper
does not get on (lie fowl.
Why are hens less liable to be creamy
and brassy than roosters? Simply be- |
cause the fat that causes tlie "yallers" i
passes off in the egg yolk. If roosters j
could only be persuaded to lay, the j
show fellows wouldn't have to bleach i
and lie.
A poultry know-it-all may be the big j
duck in tlie small poultry puddle, but i
when he puts his gold edge advertising
puff in a poultry journal where it Is |
crowded into a little corner by a thou
sand other big cocks of tlie perch he !
wishes he hadn't peeped so soon.
In your poultry advertising don't put
all your eggs in one basket "In jour
nals?" "Sure." "In weeklies and j
dailies?" "Without fail." If you ad- j
vertise iu one little corner, you will get
a little corner on nothing, but if you
make an advertising spread eagle of
your rooster business you will get
many gold eagles in return.
One thousand hens were experiment
ed on at the Maine agricultural station
to discover the relative qualities of
whole and cracked corn In egg produc
tion. The test showed that It made
no difference in the quantity of eggs
so far as the two kinds of corn*are
concerned, but it has been proved that
a whole poultryman gets more eggs
than one with a cracked shell.
Two hundred and fifty thousand day
old chicks were shipped by English
poultrymen In 1007. Some of these
went to the nqrth of Scotland and Ber
lin. They lost about twenty-five to the
thousand. The business In this conn
try is greater. A chick can travel
1,200 miles and do without food for
seventy hours without injury. If you
buy, give drink and crumbled dry
bread sparingly on a/rival.
: IRELESS FIRECRACKER.
3 City Man's Invention Makes
the Noise Just the Same.
Do you remember how you used to
pop leaves when you were a kid? You
laid the leaf over the palm of your
left hand and then struck it with your
right. On the same principle as this,
with half of a rubber bulb to take the
place of the hollow palm and a piece
of newspaper over the top to pop In
stead of a leaf, a tireless firecracker
has been invented. Martin Armstrong,
who teaches telegraphy in a business
college at Kansas City, holds the pat
ent
The device Is fixed either on the end
of a cane or the end of a short ham
mer handle. ,T. A. Runyan, secretary
of tho Manufacturers and Merchants'
association, tried one of the hammer
handle style on John Ivincaid, the llo
gan at Eleventh and Walnut streets,
the other morning. The patrolman
made a sudden standing broad jump
across the car tracks and declared the
new noise maker a great success.
The United States army is the small
est In proportion to the size of the coun
try. It works out at one man to every
twenty square miles.
| Dorothy V i
i Dime.
( By CARL WILLIAMS. )
> Copyrighted, 1907, by JI. M. Cunningham. )
Grayce looked prim as lie threw open
the door and stumbled over the roll of
rugs that lay Just within.
"Another night has come, and that \
landlord still lives his evil life," he
railed, and from the dimly lighted par
lor came an answering sniff.
Bert Grayce hung up his coat on the
half shrouded hatraek and entered the
room. The furniture was swathed In |
burlap and excelsior, and the piano
was covered with old blankets and oth
er soft wrappings, and trunks and box
es were plied with some attempt at
order along the bare walls and upon
the equally bare floor.
On top of the upturned soap box a
group of candles guttered dismally, '
their feeble rays serving to accentuate |
the absence of gas. Desolation—the !
desolation of an exodus—brooded ev
er.v where, even upon the face of the
woman who sat in a low rocker beside
the candles and vainly made pretense
of reading.
Ilers was a lovable face, framed in
masses of silver hair, and Grayce's i
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tHE LONG, BLF.Nnr.lt HAND WAS CLASPED
IN ISEKT'S OWN.
smile softened and grew more tender
as lie bent to kiss the still smooth
forehead.
"Cheer up, mother mine," he said
laughingly. "All is not yet lost, though
the painters remain on strike. Tomor
row the new home will be painted. By
Saturday we shall be comfortably set
tled."
"Are you sure?" demanded Mrs.
Grayce wistfully. "If you are, we will
not have the gas turned on again."
"There are electric lights In the new
home," he reminded. "You will forget
these nights of Egyptian darkness, and
the next time we move we shall not
order the current turned off until we
nre safely out of the house."
"To think that at the iast moment,
with all packed and ready to move,
this strike should have come up!" said
Mrs. Grayce, with a groan. "Are you
positive, i'.ert, that the painter yoit
have engaged will not lie won over by
the strikers?"
"Never more certain of anything in
my life," was the laughing response.
"The painter is no less a person than
your accomplished son. I stopped in
and ordered the paint sent over this
morning. Tomorrow 1 shall go and
wield the brush, so you must wake
and call me early. I must putin a full
day."
Bert passed onto his own room,
lighting his way with matches, and his
mother heaved a sigli of relief. For
eight days they had virtually camped
in the apartment they had given up.
waiting for their new quarters to lie
finished. The packers had done their
work, the man had come to cut off the
gas and the moving vans were backed
up to the door when a telephone mes
sage came to the effect that, owing to
a strike of the painters, the new rooms
were not yet ready for occupancy.
From day today the landlord had
promised that something would be
done at once, but now a full week had
passed, and hope had commenced to
fail until Bert decided to do the work
himself.
He made an early start, and 8 o'clock
found him in a suit of jeans applying
the paint with as skillful a brush as
though painting were his regular occu
pation. He worked rapidly and well
and the rooms had begun to assume a
habitable aspect when he heard the
hall door open and close and looked
up, expecting to see the landlord.
Instead he faced about to encounter
the gaze of a pair of brown eyes
which seemed to pierce his paint stain
ed jacket and give him an oddly queer
sensation about tlie heart. The pos
sessor of the eyes was a fragile slip of
a girl whose pure oval face was oddly
like a picture by some old master. The
slender form was wholly concealed by
a brown holland pinafore, and this
was splashed with color. A dab of
blue which had sought a higher resting
place made a saucy beauty patch
against the dimpling chin.
"So you have come," she said at
length. "1 was beginning to think that
you would be out on strike all winter.
I was pr >: 1 that my floors should
be shellacked tirst."
"Yes, but"— began Bert.
"I want no answers," said the girl,
with a stamp of her tiny foot. "I am
have an exhibition day after to
morrow, and the floors must be done
by then, do you hear?"
"Yes, ma'am," said Bert meekly.
"Then pick up your pail and brush
and come along," was the quiet com
mand. 'if I had not smelled the paint
iu the hall you would have spent the
day here, when I need you so rnucli
more. Come on, please."
She turned to lead the way as though
there was no argument to be made,
and Bert, grinning over the ridiculous
ness of the affair, followed after. He
saw with pleasure that the other apart
ment was only across the hall from his
own. It was a much smaller place,
and It did not take Bert long to paint
the floors. The girl stood in the door
way superintending the work, and
Bert was sorry when at last he rose
from his knees and announced the
completion of the job.
, "You will still have time to finish the
inuei upaniiieui. sniu uie gin severe
ly. "Next time d'> as you are told, and |
you will have less trouble. You know
very well that the agent told you to do 1
tills apartment first. He promised me I
that lie would."
"He'll promise anything," began Bert |
grimly, but the tiny foot stamped a ;
warning. The girl did not care to ar- j
gue the point with a workman, and slit !
dismissed him with a nod.
"Come in tomorrow and give it a
second coat," she commanded. "Walt
a moment," she added as Bert turned
to go. "Buy yourself a good cigar,"
she finished as she handed him a coin.
Bert dropped the dime in his pocket
with a murmured word of thanks and
backed out of the door. Once on the
other side, his embarrassment died j
down, and he paused long enough to |
ascertain from the card on the door
that it was Dorothy Uemsen who oc- j
cupied the apartment. That she was i
a china decorator he already knew, and !
vaguely he remembered having heard j
of her skill.
Ho was tired when he sought his
home that night, but the thought that
he would see the girl again on the
morrow gave him a feeling that the
day had been well spent. He carefully j
slipped tho dime in a locket which he S
wore on his watch fob and smiled as I
he thought of his "tip."
He painted the studio floors the [
first thing next morning and then)
turned his attention to his own apart
ment It was late In tho afternoon
when he had finished and was clean
ing up. There came a ring at the door,
and he opened it to confront a young
woman who radiated confusion and
penitence.
"I have come to apologize." she said,
blushlAg redly. "I stopped into thank j
the agent for sending me a painter, |
and he did not know that my floors j
had been done. Then he recalled that]
you were painting your own place and
explained my error."
"It's a very natural one," he said,
with a laugh. "If you were half as
desperate as my mother, I should not
blame you for kidnaping me with a
full knowledge of the facts. I am only
glad that I have been of service to
you."
"You don't know how greatly you
have aided me," she cried. "I can nev
er repay your kindness. I am so sorry
that 1 was abrupt yesterday. Will you
pardon me?"
The long, slender hand was clasped
la Bert's own, and he smiled down
into the brown eyes that dropped shyly
before his gaze.
Dorothy slipped back into her own
apartment, and Bert, closing his door,
drew the dime she had given him from
his locket.
"The job's going to cost you more
than that, little woman," he said as he
smiled to himself. "It's going to cost
you your heart and hand, and they are
worth millions of dimes."
As It Happens. ,
They parted as girls; they met as wo
men.
"Anil what of all your sweethearts?"
asked the old time chum at length.
"Gone the way of all good things,"
answered the captivator.
"That tall, lanky blond with the I
fierce mustache, for Instance?"
"Went insane!"
"Gracious! And Jlmmie Bowles—"the
little muskrat,' as you used to call him
—wlio was so devoted?"
"Killed in an auto accident trying to
save my life."
"Dear me! And your needy artist
swain, who found in you the only cus
tomer for his wonderful paintings?"
HE DIDN'T GO HUNGRY.
Neither Did His Partner After Their
Scheme Succeeded.
The man who once was down and
out, but is so no longer, was telling
Ihe other day of one of Ills poverty
time devices.
He was traveling with another chap
just as much down and out us he, and
both were hungry. Their capital was
insignificant, and they didn't intend to
spend any of it. Hut they had a re
volver. which suggested to the first
man a scheme. It worked out some
thing like this:
"I went into a pretty good looking
restaurant," said tho prosperous one.
taking a long draw nt his cigar, "and
as my clothes looked pretty good I
wasn't an object of suspicion. I had
an overcoat which belonged to my
partner.
"As the overcoat and the revolver
were chief characters in the ensuing
drama, they have to be mentioned
prominently. 1 got a seat right near
the door and hung up my coat so that
It was only a step away from tho door.
"Then I sat down and ordered a
square one, a meal that it would be
impossible to describe it was so good.
It was flavored with the sauce of absti
nence—from food.
"I nte and ate and ate, and by and
by my partner came along Without
his overcoat—and it was a cold day—
he dhln't look good. He hung around
the door for a long while, looking like
a hobo getting up his nerve to come in
aud beg.
"Just about the time he made a sig
nal to me that showed be was about to
enter I got up togo to the cigar coun
ter to pick out a nice after dinner
smoke. In came my partner and sluuk
up to tho desk to ask for a bit of food.
"Nothing doing. He was turned
down cold. Then to make the thing
work better he came up to me and
asked: 'Say. boss, won't you give me a
lift? I'm down and out.' I repulsed
him sternly, and after looking around
he started out.
"I said to the proprietor in a virtu
ous way, 'I don't believe in helping
those bums,' to which he answered
with a smug shake of the head, when
my partner grabbed tho overcoat I
knew what he was doing, but I pre
tended to bo very much interested in
the cigar until the proprietor yelled
out, 'lley, he's stealing your coat!'
"I held onto the cigar, wheeled
around and started for my partner.
He was half out of the door. I yelled,
'Drop that!' and for answer he drew
the revolver and flourished It.
"The proprietor dropped behind the
j counter, and tho waiters fled to the
kitchen. From his place the proprietor
i called out: 'Look out! He'll shoot you!'
j And. taking my one, I let him run out
! "Then when the excitement cleared
I off I raised an awful row about losing
| the coat, and the proprietor finally
| came up with the money for a new
; one. say about S3O. Well, did that
meal pay me? What?".-*"^
MUSIC LOVING NAPLES.
It Has the Poorest and Happiest People
In the World.
It Is estimated that a quarter of a
million people In Naples live from j
hand to mouth, and there are hundreds j
of children who subsist out of the gar- ,
base boxes and who sleep In churches ,
and on doorsteps.
The taxes in Italy to provide war- ,
ships and to keep the nation on a war j
footing with the other powers are real (
ly .stupendous. There Is a tax on ev- ,
erything, says the delineator—grain In (
the field, fruit on the vine, old bottles.
Fuel and foodstuffs are very dear. (
Only labor is cheap. For the very poor
meat is a luxury unheard of.and even ,
macaroni is too dear to be indulged in
often. There are any number of per- ,
ambulating street kitchens, where va
rious kinds of soup, cakes and fruits
are sold in portions costing 1 cent. ]
And yet these people seem very happy. .
Bands of musicians are always play- ,
lng in the streets; the guitar and the
mandolin are to be heard everywhere—
on the boats. In the hotels, and the !
stranger Is lulled to Bleep by a soft
serenade under ills balcony.
The story teller thrives in Naples, as
there are so many idlers there. lie col
lects a little crowd around him and
proceeds In the most dramatic way,
gesticulating wildly and working his
face into the most excruciating ex
pressions, to relate stories of adven
ture or other events, much to the edi
fication of his hearers, who to show
their appreciation are often betrayed
Into giving a sou which might have
been better spent for bread or polentn.
The public letter writer is another
street dignitary of importance and in
great demand, especially with timid
and buxom maids of all work who
have themselves neglected to learn
the art of writing. Of such the public
letter writer holds all the secrets of
their loves and is often their adviser
as well as amanuensis.
Pineapple Juice.
Garlic eaten raw will cure a cold in
the head, grip or influenza in the first
stages, but in cases where prejudiced
people refuse to test Its virtues Irish
moss lemonade made after the well
known flaxseed lemonade recipe and
taken for both meat and drink stands
next on the list.
Pineapple Juice will relieve inflamma
tion of the throat In the most advanced
and chronic cases and will cure all or
dinary attacks. In both membranous
croup and diphtheria pure pineapple
juice either raw or from the canned
fruit will cure when the entire apothe
cary shop has been tried and found
wanting.—National Magazine.
CONJURED A TREATY.
How Houdin, the Magician, Awed tho
Arabs Into Submission.
During the French conquest of Al- ]
gerla (IS3O-3) negotiations for peace j
were entered upon with the sheiks of
certain Arab tribes, and a meeting for [
the settlement of terms was arranged!
to take place at the French headquur- j
ters. The French officers received ]
their guests with great hospitality, and j
after the banquet given in their honor,'
at which the utmost splendor was em- ■
ployed In order to dazzle their eyes'
and captivate their simple minds, un
adjournment was made to a large hall, I
where M. Iloudin, the celebrated con-j
jurer, who had accompanied the French
forces, gave an exhibition of his skill, i
They stared in open mouthed wonder
at all the tricks that were performed,]
and a feeling of awe crept over them]
as they witnessed the mysterious ap
pearance and disappearance of various
objects. Hut what appeared to them
most marvelous was the apparent!
manufacture of cannon balls. M. Ilou-j
din passed round amoug them a high
hat, which they examined very care
fully, but without suspecting anything j
: unusual in either Its make or Its ap-1
1 pearauce. When the hat was returned
to him the conjurer placed it on the
floor in the middle of the stage in full'
view of his audience, lie then proceed- j
ed to take from the hat cannon balls j
I apparently without number ami rolled
' them across the floor into the wings.!
With this the performance terminated, j
The chiefs then consulted among j
themselves and came to the conclusion
that It was useless to offer any opposi
tion to an army that could turn out Its
ammunition in so easy a manner.
They therefore signed the required
treaty and departed to tell their friends
in the desert of the wonderful power
of tho iuvnders.
Wanted to See Too.
Farmer Aseed and ills wife came up
to London togo to one of the theaters, j
They saw H great many men go out j
after the first act, in which a man had ■
been shot.
She—Henry, where are you going? I
He—Look here, Sairey. I've stood
tills as long as 1 can. I'm going out
like the rest of 'em to see how that fe!-1
low is getting on who was shot. The
poor wretch may be dead by this time, |
and if he is this ain't no place for us. j
—London Mail.
From One Walk to Another. j
"What would you ilo if you was one !
o' dese millionairesV" said Meandering
Mike.
"I s'pose," answered lioddiug l'ete,
"dat I'd get meself a golf outfit an'
walk fur pleasure instead o' from ue- |
cessity."—Washington Star.
She Might Not Like It.
"Old man IMlkiuson candidly admits
that his wife made him what he Is."
"Yes. But I have noticed that he is
always careful to assure himself be
fore admitting it that she isn't pres
ent to putin a denial."—Judge.
One Cure
"I believe I'll rock the boat," de
iiared the man in the stern.
"Don't do it," advised his companion.
"It might discharge this unloaded pis
tol I have In my jeans."—Louisville
Courier-Journal.
Where He Stood.
The woman was showing the artist
her diamond pin.
"How much is it worth?" the artist
asked.
"A hundred and fifty dollars,"' she
answered. "What would you do if
you had a diamond pin that was worth
a hundred dollars?"
"There's one thing certain," he said;
"I wouldn't have the diamond nln
CHURCH TOWERS.
They Are a Distinctive Feature of th*
Mexican View.
There Is no country hotter worth vis
tint; than Mexico. It is very striking
n crossing the bordei*roi:« the UnlteiJ
States to note how completely every
'.\lng changes. Here there hardly
teems anything man has constructed
ivhich hannonizes with its surround
ngs; there everything seems to be eu
irely a part or the country. It Is
lioro foreign than Europe is now and
:onstantly reminds one of the east.
Hiding in some of the little traveled
11strlets, I could hardly believe that I
ivas not In India. The dust in the
•oad, the thorn scrub on both sides,
ivitli that pungent smell of the blos
soms, all reminded me of the country
ibout Ahmedabad. The plateau la
ninter, the dry season, is very much
ike the desert—long stretches of couii
xy, with purple mountains in the dis
tance, without a tree In sight except
svliere there is a town or where Irri
gation has kept a little green and a
few trees have been planted. Often
the horizon is so distant that the
mountains melt into the sky, and per
haps one catches a glimpse of the snow
>ll one of the volcanoes. The color is
that of Its own Mexican opal—greens,
jlues and reds.
Everywhere the distinctive features
ire the church towers and tiled domes
rising above the towns. The exteriors |
if these churches are always pictur- j
■sque and interesting, but the Interiors J
ire usually disappointing, for they !
have suffered much during many revo- j
lutions and perhaps even more from j
senseless renovations. There are u j
few still untouched, where one can see j
thern as nearly all were once, entirely !
covered with richly carved wood heav
ily gilded. Gold was used thickly ev
erywhere till the carving looked like j
solid metal. I have seen much gold in j
churches, but none to equal that in
Mexico. —Lockwood de Forest in Cen- J
tury.
NO ALTERNATIVE.
The Jury Had to Teach the Pompous
Judge a Lesson.
A certain trial Judge in a certain
state became so unpopular that the
only way ho could get a verdict for the
state was to make his charge in favor
of the prisoner. When matters had
reached this stage a famous feud light
er was arrested on a charge of murder
aud brought to trial. The case, which
was the judge's lirst murder trial, at
tracted much attention, and the judge,
whose unpopularity arose from his
vanity and pomposity, greatly enjoyed
his role as umpire of the law. The
case was a clear one against the de
fendant, and his guilt was so conclu
sively proved that the judge even pre
sumed to charge accordingly. The
Jury retired, and when they filed back
into court it was noticed that they
avoided the prisoner's eye and looked
unusually solemn.
"Gentlemen," saUl the judge, waving
the clerk into silence, "have you
readied a verdict?"
"We have," said the foreman.
The judge opened a paper bag and
drew out a black cap. With an im
portant look around the courtroom he
placed this on his head and pulled it
down until it met his ears.
"Prisoner," he said, "arise aud look
at the jury. Jury, arise and look at the
prisoner. Gentlemen, what is your
verdict ?"
The jurymen, who had been whisper
ing to each other, nodded cheerfully
nt the prisoner.
"Not guilty." said the foreman.
"Of course," he said later, when ev
ery one had shaken the innocent man's
hand, "ho was guilty all right, and
that was going to be our verdict, bu*
when the little judge put that black
cap <m his head and pulled it down
over his ears like that there was only
one thing for us to do, and we did it."
—New York Sun.
Graveyard Neighbors.
The agent for a cemetery company
was expatiating on the good points of
a certain lot. Presently the prospec
tive purchaser interrupted with the
enumeration of several prominent fam
ilies owning property there.
"Is tills lot near theirs?" she asked.
The agent admitted that it was quite
a distance off.
"Then," saiil the woman, "I don't
want it. I'd rather pay more and get
in a good neighborhood."
The agent collapsed.
"Has it come to the point," he said,
"where people consider their next door
neighbors even in a graveyard?" "
UNFINISHED BOOKS.
Authors Who Died Leaving Stories
Partly Written.
Many writers, including the famous
Onida, have died leaving behind
them unfinished books. One of the
best known is, of course, Dickeus'
"The Mystery of Edwin Drood," a re
markably clever story, and one show
ing no sign# of diminishing vitality,
although he was actually at work
upon It up to within a few hours of
his death.
Dickens' great rival, Thackeray,
again, left behind him not one only,
but two untiuisln . stories. One of
these, "Denis Duval," promised to
rank with his lust work. Unfortunate
ly, however, he had completed only
seven chapters when he was stricken
down.
Scott, too, left a tale unended —"The
Siege of Malta"—written while lie was
on his last futile journey in search of
health. This work has never been
published, although more than two
thirds of it was completed at the time
of his death.
Then there was"St. Ives," left un
finished by R. L. Stevenson, as was
"Zeph," by Helen Jackson, and
"Blind Love." by Wilkie Collins. Buc
kle never completed his "History of
Civilization," although he toiled at it
for twenty years.
Among famous poems that were
never completed mention may be made
of Byron's "Don Juan," Keats' "Hy
perion," Coleridge's "Chrlstabel" and
Gray's "Agrlpplna." Spenser's "Faerie
Queene," too, is no more than a frag
ment, although a colossal one.
Lastly, there ought to be included
Ben Jonson's beautiful unfinished pas
toral, "The Sad Shepherd," found by
his literary executors among his pa
pers after his death and published la
its incompleteness.—Pearson's Weekly.
NEW PRINTING METHOD.
Plan to Make Black Paper For News
paper Use.
Wisconsin manufacturers of print
paper recently put forth a proposition
which, if adopted, will, it is said, revo
lutionize (he print paper industry of
the country and the newspaper indus
try as well, says an Appleton dispatch.
They propose that newspapers in the
future lie printed in white on black
paper Instead of in black on white
paper, thus bringing about a saving
of millions of dollars annually in pulp
wood, assisting in the preservation of
fowsts and reducing the price of news
paper to about one-lialf the present
price.
Black paper can be made of old
newspapers and almost any fibrous
stock, while white paper requires
spruce and hemlock wood. Wisconsin
paper manufacturers will try to inter
est eastern manufacturers and if pos
sible bring about concerted action with
the publishers of the Uuited States.
Organs For Ships cf Atlantic Fleet.
Professor P. P. 1511 horn of Chicago
has presented sixteen portable organs
to the Atlantic fleet through the Young
Men's Christian association of Los An
ptles, Cal. When the fleet was at Lou
Angeles the men of the local Y. M. C.
A. fraternized with the sailors, and
joint religious meetings were held.
When the squadron sailed Secretary
I). K. Luther wrote to Mr. Bilhorn so
liciting a gift of organs so that the
Bailors could enjoy religious music
while on the long cruise across the
Pacific. Mr. Bilhorn, himself a Y. M.
C. A. evangelist and singer, has order
ed nn organ shipped to each of the bat
tleslrtps. Rear Admiral Thomas has
iccepted the gift 011 behalf of the
fleet. .
Those Hats.
I mot them first within a car
While hanging to a strap.
We struck a curve—there came a jar-»
Tbrco of them seemed to lap.
Then I, a man. rushed to tho street,
My face scratched like a cat's.
I prayed that X no more might meet
Those "Merry Widow" hats!
'Twas In a church I saw them next.
They had the foremost pew.
I quite forgot tho preacher's text,
So dazzled was my view.
In prayer again I bowed my head.
Alas, as I arose
A big one, spreading Just ahead,
Abruptly gouged my nose.
'Twas in an elevator now
Iran across my foe.
Too bad that I was not a cow
Upon all fours to go.
Throo women entered. Each or.e tried
To raise her headgear high.
And. though aloud for help I cried.
The things dug out an eye.
•-Laurana W. Sheldon In N«w York
Times.
SLEEPING AT THE THROTTLE.
British Railway Experiments
Device to Waken Engineers,
The recent Shrewsbury railway dis
aster has caused the Great Western
railway In Euglaptl to experiment with
a device for awakening locomotive en
gineers when they approach danger
zones, says a London cable dispatch.
This device is simple and blows a
whistle close to where the engineer
stands by the regulating handle.
Between the rails is a balk of tim
ber sixty feet long. A strip of iron Is
run down the length of the wood and
is raised a certain height by the lover
from the signal cabin when the signal
Is set for danger. The metal strip is
also charged with electricity by the
same motion. A metal shoe on the en
gine comes in contact with the strip
when tho signal is at danger, and a
mechanism actuated by the comple
tion of the electric current blows a
whistle in the engine cab, thus warn
ing the driver, although no signals or
lights are visible.
JERSEYMEN A YEAR TOO EARLY
Delegates to North Carolina Confer
ence Fooled by Mixed Dates.
Having been appointed by Governor
Fort as New Jersey delegates t.i the
North Carolina arbitration and peace
conference. Judge James I?. 1)111, Jus
tice Francis J. Swayze and former
Judge Howard Carrow went to Wll>
mlngton, N. C., a few days ago. Oaf
their arrival they learned tho conven
tion is to be held in 1909 and not l'.iOS.
They came home by the back way
and were In Trenton, N. J., recently
trying to find out who was to blame
for sending them south a year too
soon. It is said the governor of North
Carotina neglected to name the year
to the governor of New Jersey.
Persons in Wilmington gave the Jer
seyltes fine entertainment for two days
and promised them even a better time
nest year.
A Truo Friend.
"I tell you Gresn is a true friend."
"Give me proof."
"He borrowed money from me and
paid It back when I asked him for it
without liisultlng me."—Detroit Free
Press.
The reason some people can stay out
| of debt is nobody will let them get In. •
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