THE RESCUE OF RUFFLES. A Transformation and the Way It Was Brought About. By VIRGINIA BLAIR. (Copyright, 1909. by Associated Literary Press.] Social (".Ist i net ions were not closely drawn at Crag House. The tables were waited on by the daughters of wealthy farmers, who served only be cause they wished to escape the mo notony of country life for a month or two and because they wished to be In touch with the gayety and color that the city guests brought to the moun tain resort. 11 vitiles was not a farmer's daughter. She was a child of the city, swept to Crag House by a wave of chance. She had worked hi a department store in town, and her health had failed. The doctor to whom she went spoke of the mountains. "I can't afford togo," faltered Ruf fles. "(Jo and play waitress for awhile," suggested the keen eyed doctor. "Then you can earn something and get well at the same time." He gave her a letter to the proprietor of Crag House, and poor, little, fright ened Buttles tied at once and found the place a paradise after tlie heat and noise of tow n. As time went on, however, she dis covered that she was treated as a stranger and an alien. She was nei ther Csh nor flesh, neither guest nor daughter of the soil. She was an un known girl from the city, and the coun try girls kept in their own circle, gave barn dances and mingled with their own friends, while the hotel guests danced in tlie ballroom and never thought of the little maid who served them. There was one woman, however, who watched Hurtles with interest. "She .is a pretty little thing," she said to ner husband. "Who?" he asked idly. "The little girl who waits on our able," said Mrs Wltherspoon, and l ( J w MARY GRANGER CAME STRAIGHT TO HER AND PUT IJEH AK.MS AHOFNP XIEI?. that night she called Bullies into her room. "if yoti will fasten my dress," she -said. "I'll be awfully grateful." "1 can always come in and fasten .your dresses." said Bullies shyly. "I'd love it. It's lonesome after supper, and (he evenings are so long." "Why don't you goto the barn dances'/" Mrs. Witherspoon asked. "Nobody has invited me," Untiles stammered. "You see. I don't belong to the country set I'm a kind of out sider." "Poor little thing"' was Mrs Witlier spoon's mental comment. But aloud ■she said: "Isn't Mary Granger friend ly? She seems a nice girl." "No." The blushes flamed over Muf fles' little face. "You see, Mary is dif ferent. She lias always had things, and she only waits on the table here to get the extra-money and the fun. But—oh. well, I'm different." "How different?" "Oh. I'm poor, and I live in a cheap part of the city when I'm home, and my clothes are shabby, and I haven't any folks. You know how people I " eel"— "1 think it's very snobbish of them," i Mrs. Witherspoon said indignantly. "Well, anyhow, you come here in the ! «venings and help me Into tny things, i and we will have some comfy talks." "Indeed I will!" Unfiles' eyes shone. "Hon good you are. Mrs Wither spoon!" Buttles went downstairs and sat on : the porch where she could see the hotel guests in the ballroom. She watched the women in their dainty gowns as ihey whirled past, and then, because she was very lonely, she put her head down on her arm and sobbed. "What's the matter?" asked a voice out of the dark. "Oh." said Itnilles. "I 1 didn't know any one was here." I i ime to find my sister." said the voice again. "1 am I-'rank Granger. \\ hen they tuiij me she had gone home I thought 1 would watch the dancing, and then you came, and I heard you crying, and If there is any thing I can do"— There was such an honest ring in bis voice that Untiles answered straight j from the hoiom of her heart: "No; there Isn't But lam crying because | I am lonely "Are you one of the waitresses?" "Yes. I niu Buffles.'' He gave a quick exclamation. "I've heard Mary speak of you. You are the little sick girl from the city, and they called you Bullies because of the dress you had on when you first came." "Yes." Unfiles remembered the hu miliation of that old gown with the cheap black flounces. "You haven't been to any of the barn dances?" "I haven't been invited." "You haven't? Well, I'll see that Mary asks you to the one at our house tomorrow night." "Oh, please don'tj' Buffles begged. "It might look ns If I was tryiiiK to push In." "Well, I guess not," said Granger quickly. "Mother wants you. I hoard her tell Mary last night that If you weren't strong you ought to come to our farm for awhile and live on milk and eggs." "And what did Mary say?" Ruffles asked. He laughed. "Well. Mary said that if you weren't too proud she would be glad to ask you." "What?" Ruffles gasped. "Why why, 1 thought she didn't like me." "She thiuks you are wonderful," the strong voice went on, "but she says you are from the city and have such dainty ways and she Is so big and awkward"— "Oh, oh!" Unities was laughing out of sheer joy. "If she feels that way I should love togo to the barn dance." "Well. I'll get you the invitation." said Frank simply and held out his hand. "Be sure to come early." Then he went away, and Ruffles stood there with the whole world changed. "Oh, Mrs. Witherspoon," she said to that little lady as they passed each other on the stairway, "I am going to Mary Granger's dance tomorrow night." "Really?" the pretty lady gurgled. "Come into my room and tell me about it. Bob is going to stay down and smoke, and we will be alone." Ruffles sparkled and glowed as she told what Frank had said "And now," said Mrs. Witherspoon when the tale was ended, "what are you going to wjear?" "Oh," Ruffles caught her breath, "I don't know I haven't anything but shirt waists and dark skirts. And most of the girls wear white." "Well, you are not going to wear white." said little Mrs. Witherspoon. She went to her closet and began bur rowing among the gowns that hung there. At last she found what she sought— a rosy flounced gown of mull, made in childish fashion. "There." she said triumphantly, "you are going to wear that! It doesn't, look too fine for a girl in your posi tion. But it was really an awfully ex pensive thing, and it's too small for mo, and you will be the belle of the ball in it. Ruffles." And. us If Ruffles' cup of happiness were not full enough, the next morn ing Mary Granger came straight to her and put her arms about her. "Frank was telling me about last night," she said affectionately. "If you only knew how I have really wanted to be friends. Ruffles!" And Ruffles put her head down on Mary Granger's head and positively cried with happiness. But that was not the eud. and great er happiness came from the rosy ruf fled gown and Mary Granger's friend ship, for after the season was over Ruffles was invited to spend a month at the farm. Day after day she and Frank Granger walked in the October sunshine and talked of many thlugs. But the thing of which they talked most was love and.after a time, of marriage, and one day when they came into the big living room at the farmhouse there was such a wonder ful light in Ruffles' eyes and such a color in her cheeks that Mary Granger put her arms around her. "I am going To be bridesmaid." she said. "Oh. Mary!" Ruffles parried, but Frank laughed joyously. "I have told her that I will not put it off." he said. "It is going to be next month." So they were married, and Mrs. Witherspoon came to the wedding, and her gift to the groom was a picture of a little maid in a rosy gown with ruf fles froty the waist to the hem. G.uwsru tvcrcu nare. I He givetLi liis belovod sloop . *'j ■ For him no heart In all the world Has any soreness than of grief. ! Hl* was the kindly God who curled ! Tho tendrils and who ipnud the leaf. Who pave us sky and sun and rain | And saw tho world that It was good-- i No god of wrath and greed and pain. Hut one of litiman brotherhood. lie asked no nod of grimy gold To give what mortals call success. He worshiped not in accents cold The mammon of unrighteousness, i But just the good of doing good Was all he wrote within Ids creed ' And joyed when that he understood The healing of another's need. fJod s gladness in his clasping palm. God s sunshine in his cheering smile, 1 He gave to aching hearts a halm And comforted in sorrow's while. ; And he was great—not of the sword. Not of the miry pride of craft Not of the clutched and clinking hoard, Not of the rival's venomed shaft But ho was great because he went The path of gladness day by day And all he earned of joy iie spent For those lie ttiet along the wav A kinglj greatness this of his. nut with no trace of lclnglv hate For brother love and kindness is The base of what Is truly great And so he folds his hands In sleep His work well done, and his reward Is that he hears the chorus deep Of them that sing before the l.ord. What liner thing has God to give. What nobler task is writ on high. Than having such :i life to live And having such a death to die? -Wilbur i>. Nesbit In Chicago Post His Longest Engagement. At the Army and Navy club in Washington one evening a group of of fleers, most of them young men. were swapping siories of various engage ments il : i- the war with Spain and the stile-, .. .111 troubles in the Philip pines. Among the silent listeners was oti< grizzled veteran, a naval commander of national renown, it must have o< curred to one of the young men tha it was peculiarly ludicrous that oili cers not long out of the academies should be holding forth with respect to their exploits while this old fellow wit silent in a corner. So. turning to the veteran, one of the young officer blithely asked: "What was the longest engagement you ever participated In. admiral?" "It lasted three years," said the oh 1 chap, without a suspicion of a smile "and, worst of all, the young woman married another man.''—Washington Star. All the Same. The "horny handed" calls what be !I\( s on "pay," the killed mechanic wages, tne city clerk "salary," the banker "Income," a landowner "rent roll, a lawyer "fees," a burglar "swag." hut It all comes to the same in the end. London Scraps. I Figures of | ♦ The Passing | 1 Show | *£♦ :t*is* "--++ X+i{+ir*Z*<:+<t+ „ - O ECKBTAR Y s > 3 FRANKLIN MACVEAGH p of Hie treasury de ifijk partment wishes every oue was us CnNr* , conscientious about . * paying <1 et> t s to * v Uncle Sam as a man at Annapolis, y. Md. About six months ago some thing struck the SECRETARY conscience of the MACVEAOU. . ~ ... Annapolis citizen, run! every two or three weeks since then he has seut a twenty dollar gold eertlQcate to the secretary of the treas ury with this note, "Due to U. S." There is not a word about the missive to indicate the name of the sender. The envelope is always plaiu and with out any legend save the address. The envelope, the writing and the inclosure are always the same. The remittance comes almost with the regularity of a city tax bill. The money is credited to the conscience fund and is turned into the treasury. The government has another regular conscience fund contributor residing In Washington. He is not so methodical in his habits as the man at Annapolis, and his contributions are smaller. Uls conscience hurts him every two or three months for some fraud imposed upon the government, and he sends $lO to sls to the treasury with a con fession that it belongs to the govern ment. A strange character is Warry Charles, the Americanized Chinaman who is under sentence of death in Massachusetts along with four others of his nationality. The names of the others are Win Sing. Horn Woon, I.e ong (?oug and Joe Guey, and, accord ing to the decree of the court, they will die in electric chairs in the state prison nt Charlestown during the week beginning Oct. 10. All the men were P'*v k N. X \ k «■; \ .x h " - \ i WACRY CH.VRLES. 1 convicted of the murder of several of | their countrymen belonging to the Chi nese society known as the Leon ' ton?. The murderers were members I of a rival society known as the Hep j Sins tong. The date of the wliole i sale slaughter for which the quintet I are to pay the penally the coming au tumn was Aug. 2, 1907. The COD vie- J tiou of the group was secured by the Boston prosecuting authorities over a yeur ago, and the supreme court of the state overruled the exceptions taken to , the verdict. Warry Charles, who was said by some of those convicted of the crime i ! to have been the moving spirit in the I plot of assassination, protested his In nocence when sentenced. He was for merly a court Interpreter The curtain has fallen on a stirring j scene in a tragedy in real life in which figures the great Italian operatic com- j poser, Giacomo Puccini. The curious thing about the affair is the parallel which may be drawn between certain circumstances in the real tragedy and the fictitious one which forms the theme of the composer's famous mas- , terplece, "Madama Butterfly." In the ; latter the little heroine, Cho-Cho-San of ! the mikado's empire, commits suicide ' when she learns of the perfidy of her English husband. The story is some what turned around in the tragedy In which > he composer and his wife figure. In this drama the heroine was a little peasant girl whose S was employed In iisc the composer's i household after her •' father's death and, jb being a favorite of qjCTf*' the great musician. excited the jealousy of his wife She accused the young f ' lACnuo ™»cc«i. girl of wrong relations with her hus band and struck her in the face. The child, who is believed to have been ' innocent of any wrongdoing, was so affected by the humiliation and dis grace into which she deemed she had fallen that she drank poison and died. I'nccini denounced his wife and at once separated from her. and.the sui cide of the girl having beeu made thf subject of an inquiry, an Italian court sentenced Signora Puccini to itnpris on men t for causing her death An Optimist. "I am going to buy a raven," a gen- j tleman informed his neighbor. t "Really!" rejoined the latter "What j for?" "I want to see if these birds really : j do live 300 years, as people say!"— j | Westminster Gazette. Ready Excuse. ; i l'.egga r—Say, boss, won't you help a i poor fellow out of a job? .Toakley— j Gracious! you get out of it with- i out my hi-'p? Pretend you're sick or j something Philadelphia Press Little Stories Of Big People WHATEVER may happen in ' \ partment at Wash- IfcV lngton, whatever jji secretaries may I come or go, Alvey HjS A. Adee, second as slstant, stays on for /*,; ■ ever, for whoever mm happens to be at the head of the depart- A. A ADEE. MENT DEPENDS a great deal on Mr. Adee's knowledge of its affairs and goes to him much for assistance in running it. Mr. Adee's long and hard work in the department entitled him, it was thought, to a little vacation, so lie started on a two months' holiday in France and, being fond of the bi cycle, rode on such a machine fully 2,500 miles through the beautiful land of the French. On sailing for home he said; "Fve been coming to Europe for my holidays every year for twelve years, but I never enjoyed anything so much us this bicycling tour. 1 cycled fifty six days, carrying all the clothes I needed. It was the greatest sort of sport. I'm now prepared to return to the terrors of a Washington summer and allow some of the others to get away on their vacations." The bishop coadjutor elect of the Episcopal diocese of Virginia, the Itev. Dr. Arthur S. Lloyd, has for some years been general secretary of the board of missions of the Episcopal church and so devoted to his work In that capacity that he had declined election as bishop four times prior to being chosen to the post in the Vir ginia diocese. lie decided that this time it was his duty to accept promo tion to the higher rank. Bishop Elect Lloyd is by birth a Vir ginian ami for some years served par ishes In the Old Dominion state not far from Washington. He attended \jLts . | fY KEV. DR. ARTHtllt K. LT,OVD. the University of Virgiuia and receiv ed his training for the ministry at the Theological seminary near Alexandria. Va. As rector of St. I.uke's church at Norfolk he built up an almost dead parish to be one of the strongest in the diocese and luterested many young meu in Its work. From that charge he was called to the mission board. Miss Jane Addams, who was chosen j president of the national conference of charities and corrections at the receiit ; session of the conference in Buffalo, Is founder of Hull House, the famous so cial settlement in Chicago, and is ona j of the most noted social students of ! the time. The work accomplished uu der her direction at Hull House has done much to win respect and influ i ence for the social settlement move ment and establish it as one of the greatest factors of the age in social I betterment. It is the first time in the history of the national conference of I charities, a period covering thirty-six ! years, that a woman has been at the ■ head of the organization. Miss Addams, though exceedingly modest and retiring herself, has brought about her at Hull House at one time or another the most brilliant thinkers and talkers of this and other countries. At the long table with its jam: addams. IT'" rCVO ! UtIOU - Ists; some have represented the conventions and have been distinguished as achievers of modern forms of prosperity Most of the people who live at the settlement do some work to gain a live lihood and choose Hull House as their home for the sake of what they may learn, while giving of what they have. The house itself is a lesson in beauty j and simplicity of furnishing. Mahog- I any and art textures, tine pictures and rare bric-a-brac show the taste of Miss j Addams. who furnished the house at j the beginning of its history. Enough to Scare Any One. While out walking with her papa and mamma one Jay Florence, aged four, ran some little distance ahead. As she got near a mule hitched to a farmer's wagon the animal began to bray. She wheeled instantly and, run ning to her mother as fast as she could go, said in round eyed astonish ment, "Oli. mamma, sumfin' said sum- On'."—Delineator At the Play. "The plot thickens here." "That's grod. It's been pretty durned thin up to now."—Cleveland Leader. , The Quarrel ? 112 Of Bolivia ♦ £ ♦ i And Peru | V {! +v?+v>+^+l'f+v.-+w+ § r W*HE territory in- J volved In the dispute be tween Bolivia and Peru, which has sent the war clouds scudding above the South American 1 a n d s c a pe, com prises huudreds of square miles of very rich land at the eastern base of PRESIDENT range of mountains and lying near the Acre river. This, along with other rich territory, would no doubt have been Brazilian today hod not the Bolivians fought for it in the war between Bra zil and Bolivia in the last generation. As a result of that contest Brazil paid Bolivia $10,000,000. That money, large sums of which still are on de posit in New York and London, has been chiefly expended in building rail roads intended to develop Bolivian commerce and increase the trade rela tions between Bolivia and Brazil. Al ready the railroad has been completed from Oruro to Viacha, and a line now is under construction from Oruro to Uyuni, which lies to the southward Villages and cities that owe their founding wholly to Bolivian initia tive have sprung up throughout the disputed territory. Thus Bolivia has spent its money there, as well as the blood of its people. Two thousand of its soldiers were killed there iu one campaign against Brazil. Peru bases Its claim to the territory on the contention that the land belong ed to it by reason of certain disposi tions made by Spanish kings. On the other hand. It is maintained that be fore the South American republics were formed and when Spanish con trol dominated the land In question formed a part of the territory which. | UATEWAV AX fIIRrkNITO-OID TEr.rVIAN UI'IUAL fL.A( ES. with Bolivia's area today, was under the jurisdiction of the central Spanish authority that existed at Chareas, the latter now forming the present city of Sucre. Peru's territory was admin istered by Spanish authority from Lima, Argentina's area from Buenos Aires. Chile by the captain general then established at Santiago, and so on. So when argument was required to meet the Peruvian contention of priority of rights Bolivia advanced the claim that the territory In ques tion always had been part of its area even during the period of rule under the Spanish kings. The dispute over this claim was re ferred for arbitration to President Al ; corta of the Argentine Bspublle, and it was when it became knowu that his ! decision was against some of the con- I tentlons of the Bolivians that feeling I among the latter ran high, not only j against Peru and the Peruvians, but | against Argentina, its presideut and its minister in residence at La Paz, Senor Fonseca. J Visitors to Peru and Bolivia are apt j to be much interested in the curious | relics of a civilization dating far back | Into the past, even antedating the days jof the lncas. The burial places of ] some of these people may still be seen, j with their strange, ovenlike openings always facing the east. : One of the most picturesque of the cities nnd towns of Bolivia Is Tin guanuco, one of whose gates Is shown In the accompanying picture. It is not a very populous place at present, but is remarkable for its ruins. Tlagua nuco is about forty miles from La Paz, the Bolivian capital, and Is on the Titicaca river. La Paz is one of the highest capital cities of the world, be ing 12.000 feet above sea level. Presl j iient Augusta B. Leguia of Peru took I office last autumn. lie was born in 18Co, has had »a wide experience in public affairs and thus far has given his country a firm and wise adminis tration. The Insanity. "How was he acquitted?" "Insanity." "He doesn't seem crazy." "He isn't It was the jury that was | off."—Kansas City Times. His Task. George -With the assurance of your j *>ve I could conquer the world. Grace j "-That will not be necessary. All you I Jave to do is to conquer papa.—Lon j <lon Tit Bits Take heed of many, advice of few.— ! Danish Proverb. LOST HUNDRED DOLLAR BILL, A Chance Remark That Pointed Out Its Hiding Place. By FRANCES COWLES. {Copyright, 1909, by Associated Literary Press.J Every one In the iiouse was angry, and Miss Lavlnia herself was "all on edge," as she graphically expressed It The loss of a hundred dollar bill was not such a tremendously important af fair In itself, for Miss Lavlnia was quite wealthy, but there were some aspects of the matter which made the loss quite serious. "There is no reason why you should look at me so angrily," she said to her niece, who was regarding her aunt with very indignant eyes. "Tho bill vanished, and some one has taken It" "It may have blown away"— "With screens In the window? Don't be foolish, Myra." "Or you may have mislaid It A doz en things may have happened, but I don't believe that It was stolen at all. "Ala" "1 FEEL DREADFUL I' 1 SHE QASI'EP. Even if it were," she added inconsist ently, "Dick never took it." "How could I possibly have mislaid it when 1 have not left this room or even that chair since the money was paid to me? 'I haven't read a thing the entire morning but a novel, and you have looked that through and through. Anyway, I tell you that I just put the bill ou the table here. It I was lying right on tills spot, 1 tell you, j Myra, and then when 1 got ready to j take care of it the thing was gone— j actually gone. 1 never was so stupe- I lied in my life. It is awful." [ Aunt Lavinla's absolute certainty i made Myra desperate. "1 don't believe thai the uiouey was ' stolen at all," she said obstinately. | "Perhaps you only dreamed that it was paid." Miss Lavlnia gave a contenip ! tuous sniff. "But even granted that It was paid i and that you placed it on the lable 1 just where yon said that you did, Dick J was not the only person that came I into the room while It was there." "lie was the only person except | yourself and Jane. 1 don't suppose I that you took it." scornfully, "and I ! know that Jane did not." ! "Just because she has been in your j family for twenty years"— "Twenty-two. my dear." I —"you are ready to accuse Di k In -1 steaj of a servant." "You would ueror accuse Jane your j self. Myra. if you had not lost both I your temper and your common sense." "If this thing lies between Dick and | Jane. I shall certainly doubt Jane." "Yet Mr. Alnslie was the only one of ! you three who came to the table. I i remember that distinctly. Hesatdown and leaned his arms on it while he was j talking to me. Besides, Myra, I have | knowu this young man less than i J year, and I have known Jane twenty | two years. There Isn't a dishonest j hair in her head. You needn't talk to | me In that way. "But there's one thing that I must ; say now," continued the Irate Miss I.a-' ; vinla, "and that you must agree to. Unless this thing is cleared up satis j ; factoriiy you don't marry Richard : Alnslie." i Myra's ej ?s flashed lightning. "Aunt I.aviuia, I shall make no sueli j promise I" she cried indignantly. "We tnay uever find out what became of ' that detestable bill. Do you suppose that I am going to let a small trifle like that spoil my life?" "Honor and dishonor are not trifles. ; Myra." Myra sighed. "I shall ask Dick if he noticed the money lying on the table. If he says that he did not I shall know that you dreamed the whole thiug." Young Ainslie, summoned to the house by an Imperative telephone call, stated very promptly that he had seen the bill on the table exactly where Miss I.avlni i had said she had placed it."l remember thinking that it was a careless proceeding," he explained, "snd 1 rather wondered Usat as busi nesslike a person as you, "Tiss I.avinla, should have placed it there." "I didn't see any carelessness about the matter," Miss Lavlnia retorted tartly, "considering that I was In my own home and that I don't harbor thieves." "Well," Ainslie said tghtly, "it be hooves me to fiud that bill. I seem to have been the last person who saw it. If I don't unearth it 1 may be accused of the theft myself." "Don't joke, Dick," Myra Implored with such an odd intonation that Ains lie made a swift guess at the truth. He had a real motive now for solv ing the vexatious problem, but he met with no success, although he devoted the greater part of his time to If. It came to a point at last where It got "on his nerves," anil it took aU of Bis will power to treat the subject lightly and to act as if he were igno rant of Miss I.avinia's attitude toward him. He had made another exhaustive (search of the library one day fully two weeks'after the bill had disappeared. He subsided Into an easy chair with a groan of disappointment. "This la the four hundredth time by actual count that I have gone over tliis place. It isn't here, and I don't believe that It ever was hero." "You saw it. yourself," Miss Lavlnia returned grimly. Alnslle sighed. "I tell you. Miss La vinla, that you must get some pocket 3 In your dre«?es and then"— He stopped to stare at his hostess. She had turned several rich colors, and some words seemed to gurgle in her throat. "Are you ill. Miss r.avlnia? Let me set you some water. You look dread ful! Can't I" "I f*el dreadful!" she gasped. ,- I never thought of It before. Will you ever forgive me?" she wailed plteously. Miss Lavlnia was fumbling along the folds of her gown. Iler hands twitched nervously here and there, then one of them dived far out of sight only to emerge a second later holding aloft the ralsslng bill. "It—lt" she stammered faintly. "I have not had a pocket before for twen ty-five years—and—and—l forgot! I—l must have put the bill in it just after lUchard left. I'm very, very sorry." Her voice faltered. To think that she, who prided herself upon her busi nesslike methods, should have commu ted such an unpardonable deed! Sh» looked helplessly from one to the other of her auditors. Young Alnslie stared at her for some moments Id silent perplexity. When at length the full truth dawned upon him he gavf one hilarious shout and yielded himself up to uncontrollable laughter. Miss Lavinia watched him in silence, the primness slowly fading from her face. "Well, Myra," she remarked tenta tively. "I'D bound to say that your husband will have a good disposition, 'taln't many men that would see any thing humorous in this episode. And as for pockets," she added, with snd den vindictivenesß, "I'll never, never have another as !ong as I live!" MUSICAL LAWN MOWER. Jersey-run Invents Machino to End Ennui of Summer Boarders. Lemuel Starkweather, who conducts a summer boarding house in North Caldwell, N. J., has solved the prob lem of keeping his lawn trimmed and entertaining the summer sojourners by perfecting a combination lawn mower and music box. The story of the invention came out when the owner took the machine to a blacksmith shop to have it sharp ened for the third time in two weeks. Up to a few weeks ago the Stark weather lawn was unkempt, and the boarders suffered from ennui in th« quiet evenings, a* the only music the house afforded was from a parlor or gan. Mr. Starkweather, who is ingenious, adapted the mechanism of a music | box to the lawn mower, and the men I boarders as well as two women vis itors became eager to take turns at running the contrivance up and down the lawn in the cool of the evening. The neighbors soon learned of the harmonious lawn mower and wanted t" borrow it. The demand became so great that Mr. Starkweather says he now charges a fee for its use. With the money thus derived he expects to purchase several new records that will bring the machine up to date In n musical way. j Arithmetic FOP Girls on Farms. j Miss Jessie Field of Page county, 111., . bad arranged an arithmetic which, she Says, will meet every requirement ot girls who expect to pass their lives on farms. She also believes the arith metic will commend itself to the ma jority of young women in cities. It has no cube root or binomial fheort?m l;i it and has been simplified in other ways. Miss Field suys that observa tion hits convinc«>d her that the femi nine itiitid Is not especially adapted for tackling the complicated problems of I mathematics, and for that reason sh« expects her uew work to win a popu larity all its own. Three a Day. Tourist in Ireland (to rural poetnuu# —How many mails have yon here is the day? "Three—breakfast, dinner and tay."* —l.ondon Fun. Strange Case. First Physician—Any unusual symp toms about that last case of yours* | Second Physician—Yes. He paid me ?i>o on account yesterday.—Wisconsin Sphinx. A Shooting Trip. He—Did you shoot'anything while you were up In Canada? She—Yes, in deed! We went out in a boat one day iind shot the loveliest rapids you ever saw. nurwi JX. R.olla blo Tm SHOP for all kind o* Tin hoofing, Spoutlne md Central Job Work. Stoves, Heataro. Rtnm t Furnaces. «to. PRICES THE LOWEST! QIULIT! TDK BEST? JOHN HIXSOiV NO- 11# IFRONT ST.
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