LIFE STORY W.I.MR Victim of Attempted Assassination Was Strong Probability For Presidential Nomination. MAYOR WILLIAMJ. GAYXOR of New York had served but seven months of the four year tenn to which he was elected when he was shot down and seriously wounded by Jamt>s J. Galla gher Just us he was starting upon his first vacation from the multifarious cares of his offlce. In that brief period he had tluil he, and not Tammany Hall, was i"uyor of the metropolis. lie had effect "ally dis posed of ttie pro-election prophecies that he would be merely Murphy's >*" "" **"*" ■■ ■ ■■■ iiwmhwwh—■ &y x , iWiMm 11 «. £■ Copyright by American Press Association. PRESIDENT MOXTT. SENORA MOXTT. MAYOR GAYNOR. MAYOR GAYNOR TALKING WITH PRESIDENT AND SENORA MONTT A FEW MOMENTS BEFORE HE WAS SHOT. [From Snapshot by Amerioan Press Association Photographer.] man, tho puppet of the Tammany chief. Gaynor himself has lieen indis putably the entire mayor of New York, with no overlord or understudy. The new mayor attracted much at tention throughout the country by walking to tlie city hall from his home iu Brooklyn every morning and walk ing back home every evening, 110 mat ter what was tli" state of the weather, lie made the three mile walk at a swinging gait, and, despite his tifty nine years, there were few men who cared to undertake the pedestrian trip •with him as pacemaker. Having "been reared 011 a farm, lie determined , to act as much outdoor exercise as possible, even though plunged by the ballots of his fellow citizens into tho midst of the activities of the most ex acting municipal office on earth. Mayor Gaynor is the son of a farmer and was born at Whltestown, Oneida county, N. Y., la ISSI. After receiving his education at Whltestown and in Boston lie went to Brooklyn in 1878 and worked 011 Brooklyn and New Vork newspapers while he was study ing law. lie was admitted to the bar in IN7">. lie becai. m nationally known for his work In breaking tip rings In 'lie local Democratic party. He se wed the ci-nvi ti >n and imprisonment of John Y. Mi-Kan •. the (irnvesend and Coney Island boss, for election frauds. Hie was elected to the bench of the supreme court of New York and erved two terms. Twice lie declined ihe Democrat i- nomination for gov ernor of New York, lie also declined to run for judge of the court of ap peals and for mayor of Brooklyn be 'ore the consolidation which made that r lty a part of Greater New York. Elected Mayor In 1909. Judge Gaynor was nominated for mayor of the greater city in 15109 and j vras elected over William 1!. Hearst, JOHN rt-RHOV MlTniEr., MAVOK OAY- ] KOR'g LEOAX. SfITESSOR. lard, Republican. lie was supported j 'iy Tammany, which years before had .arned him down os a prospactlve can- Ildato for the same office. Mr. Qaynor tva» one of the first American public Stagger* Skeptici. That a clean, nice, fragrant com lOund like Bucklen's Arnica Salve vill instantly relieve a bad burn, cut, cald, wound or piles, staggers skep ios. But great cures prove it's a wond rful healer of the worst ulcers, boils, dons, ecezuia, skin eruptions, as also tapped bands,sprains an 1 corns. Try t. 25c at G. Shoo 1 Hu it' No Wart# of Energy. Hubby—Don't you forget what your mother told you—you can't do too much 'or a good husband. Wifio —I don't nean to try, old dear.—lllustrated Hits OF MAYOR OF NEW YORK Rose From Farm Boy to Head of Greatest Municipal Gov ernment In the World. men to speak against discrlmlnntion in ; freight rates. He made many ad dresses on the topic. Mr. Gaynor was divorced from his first wife, but remarried and has a large family of children, living hap pily for ninny years at his Brooklyn home and on his form nt St. James, Long Island, where he spends much time in the summer. The farmhouse is a stately old fash ioned one that fills the eye. Around it is a well kept lawn of five acres with pleasant gardens. The barn, wag on houses, henhouses, corncrib and sta- oles arc Tier -s n road an>"l C yards away. The air that blows from tho sound is brisk and bracing. Mr. C-aynor Loves Horses. Mr. Gaynor takes uiui li | ride in his horses, lie likes to stroll into their stalls and rub and pat then. "This one took a prize this year." h • always tells his visitors, patling the Hanks of 11 beautiful creature that bears the 1111- romantic name of Lemons. Then ho stood with his hands in his pockets and contemplated Lemons for minutes at a time. "You see," he is fond of telling Ills visitors, "1 was raised 011 a farm. I have always been fond of farm life. So 1 got this place to live the 'simple life.'" Mayor Gaynor has a big library, two rooms of his house in Brooklyn • x V *xl^^^">r^: * xl^^^">r ^ : ■ ■•'' % >^-%^^> -' "*" Copyright by American Press Association. "BIG BILL" EDWARDS HOLDING GALLAGHER. [Arrow on Edwa'rds' Shoulder Indicates Gallagher.] being crowded with books. And the ■ hooks are not for ornament, hut for | use. Mis favorite rending; is in tho ! direction of political economy and lils- I tory. He iius a pretty extensive ac i quaintanee with novels, but never read I modern Action very much. He is fond j of Fielding and has followed the great novelists from Fielding's day. Of late years he allowed even Ms I relationship with the old novelists to I lapse and did very little reading In I that line, although he regretted It. There were a lot of old books that he | read time and again. The list of those bftoks makes a curious Juxtaposition. They are "Don Quixote," the works of Rabelais. Shukespeare, "I'aradlse Lost," Franklin's autobiography and AMPUTATE BY ELECTRICITY. Pa ris Surgeon Has Painlest, Effective Method. Professor J. -V. d'Arsonva of the i College of France suggests a novel method of amputation by means of electric currents of high frequency. Experiments on animals prove the possibility of raising the temperature to a very high degree by means of cur rents, apparently without pain. After some days tho members BO treated fall away, leaving tho stumps perfectly cicatrized the autobiography of Benvennto Cel linl Mayor Gaynor has a liking for old clothes. Why he should waut to wear a pea Jacket in the house may be dif ficult to figure out, but he has used : It as another man would use a smok- I ing Jacket. The golf cap is no beacon j light to the links; Gaynor wears it | not because of golf, but because of Its comfort and its appropriateness to a j long walk. Unemotional, but Polite. | During his campaign for the mayor ! alty it was said by Gaynor's opponents that he was a cold, unresponsive per son, with little of the human In his manner, but the correspondents who visited him at his city home and at his furrn painted a far different picture of his personality. One of them wrote: "You are immediately at ease with j him, not because of any effort on his ' part to put you so, but rather the con j trary—rather because he receives you ! In so matter of fact a fashion that It seems like the resumption of a con versation ended an hour or so ago. "He Is neither demonstrative nor impolite. He hears what you have to say, considers it with that contempla tive look and either refuses In an un emotional manner to do what you j want or tells you to wait until he has : got rid of the visitor in the next room. [ Then he goes Into the next room, and, despite the closed door, you can tell by the sounds that proceed from it that he is doing all the talking. While his \ voice is not piercing, it hns a certain resonant tang to it that makes its way through doors, and there is no mlstak- | lng that slow, dispassionate, deliberate ; delivery for that of any other man on earth, if Mr. Gaynor had to call any- i body a llnr to his face it is very doubt ful if his tone of voice or his freight car delivery would change an lota." Immediately after Mr. Gaynor suc ceeded George B. McClellan as mayor of New York In January, l'.'io, the gen j oral public begnn to s!t up and take ! notice that an interesting individualist was In the executive chair. A* a Jur- ' ist and a citizen he hue*, uitclsed most I caustically the police system of the city, and he soon began to get after this system in strenuous fashion. Plain clothes men were sen' back to pound sidewalks in uniform. District and precinct commanders were transferred, ami the police were given to under- 1 stand that they were the city's serv ants, not its masters. The mayor "snooped around" considerably, see ing with Ills own eyes how the patrol men and their superior officers were executing their duties or ; swimlng au thority whTch the law did not allow them. He visited the night courts and took notes, as a result of which ho published a lettc declaring that most of tlie arrests of persons brought into those courts were wholly uncalled for and that the policemen making the ar rests were ut erly ignorant of their duties. This utterance of the mayor was In line with Ills well known atti tude as to the government of men. He is for the lenst possible government , consistent with order and civilization. He espouses the cause of personal lib erty, and nothing makes Mayor Gay- ; nor more indignant than the unwnr- : ranted arrest of a citizen by an igno rant or vicious policeman. Early In his mayor's term Mr. Gay nor created a national sensation when , he arose at a meeting of publishers nnd read a tierce denunciation of W. j R. Hearst and his newspapers, charg- ; lng Mr. Hearst with having falsified a city record in reproducing It photo graphically after certain alterations had been mad • reflecting upon the mayor's administration Oaynor has attended many dinners and public functions, and in every instance where h made a speech lie said something that attracted wide attention. For many months he has J been looked upon as a strong prospec tive candidate for the presidential nomination by his party in 1912. Mr. Oaynor supported Bryan In 1800 and has been always a regular Democrat. He always resents any imputation of being "Tammany's man," nnd his ad ministrative aits Indicate that ho Is controlled ' nly by an earnest desire to execute his duties in 'lie interests of the four millions and several hundred thousand people of his city. Struck a Rich Mine. j S. W. Bends, of Ooal City, Ala., says lie struck a perfect mine of health in Dr. Kiug's New Life Pills for they .cured him of Liver and Kidney Trou ; ble after 12 years of suffering. They are the best pills on earth for Con j stipatiou, Malaria, Headache, Dyspop ! sia,Debility. 3f>c at 3. Shoop Huut's. The Added Part. j Church Does your neighbor play that cornet without notes? Gotham* Yes, but not without comments. Yonkers Statesman. THE PIMIENTA PANCAKES. * « JU-i V « Sheep Man Outwits Cowpuncher In the Wooing of a Maiden. By O. HENRY. [Copyright, 1907, by the McClure company.] While we were rouiidtng up a bunch of the Triangle-O cattle In the Frio bottoms a projecting branch of a dead mesqulte caught my wooden stirrup and gave my ankle a wrench that laid me up In camp for a week. On the third day of my compulsory Idleness I crawled out near the grub wagon and reclined helpless under the conversational Are of Judson Odom, the camp cook, and then I asked: "Jud, can you make pancakes?" Jud laid down his six shooter, with which ho w»is preparing to pound nn antelope steak, and stood over rao in what I felt to be a menacing attitude, j "Say, you," ho said, with candid though not excessive choler, "did you ' moan that straight, or was you trying "THAT IS A 11A1) HABIT YOU HAVE." ; to throw the gaff into me? Some of ' the boys been telling you about me and that pancake racket?" - "No, Jud," 1 said sincerely, "I meant it. It seems to me I'd swap my pony and saddle for a stack of buttered I brown pancakes with some first crop, open kettle. New Orleans sweetening. Was there a story about pancakes?" Jud was mollified at once when ho I saw that I had not boon dealing In al lusions. He brought some mysterious i bags and tin boxes from the grub wa ! gon nud set them in the shade of the hackberry where I lay reclined. "No, not a story," said Jud as ho worked, "but just the logical disclo sures in the case of me and that pink : eyed snoozer from Mired Mule Canada \ and Miss Wiliella Learight. I don't mind telling you. "1 was punching then for old Billy Toomey, on the San Miguel. One day I gets all ensnared up in aspirations \ for to eat some canned grub that \ hasn't ever mooed or baaed or grunt ed or been in peck measures. So 1 Kets on my bronc and pushes the wind for Uncle Enisley Telfair's store at the i'imienta Crossing on the Nueces. "About 3 in the afternoon I throwed my bridle rein over a mesquite limb | and walked the last twenty yards into rncle Kinsley's store. 1 got up ou the counter and told Uncle Emsley that the signs pointed to the devastation of the fruit crop of the world. In a min ute I had a bag of crackers and a long handled spoon, with an open can each ot apricots and pineapples and i cherries and greengages beside of moj | with Uncle Emsley busy chopplnfl j away with the hatchet at the yel low clings. I was feeling like Adam before the apple stampede and was l digging uiy spurs into the side of the counter and working with my twenty | four inch spoon when 1 happened to I look out of the window Into the yard j of Uncle Kinsley's house, which was i next to the store. "There was a girl standing there— i an imported girl with fixings on—phi landering wit_h_ a croijiiet maul and amusing herself by watching my stylo ; of encouraging the fruit canning ln -1 dustry. "1 slid off the counter and delivered | up iny shovel to Uncle Emsley " 'That's my niece.' says he. 'Miss I Wiliella Learight. down from Pales tine ou a visit. Do you want that I 1 should make you acquainted?' " "The Iloly I.and.' 1 says to myself. , my thoughts milling some as I tried j to rut) 'em into the corral. 'Why not? I There was sure angels iu Pales— . Why, yes. Uncle Emsley,' I says out | loud. 'l'd be awful edified to meet | Miss Learight.' "So Uncle Emsley took me out In the yard and gave us each other's en titlements. "I never was shy about women. I never could understand why some men who can break a mustang before breakfast and shave In the dark get all left handed and full of perspiration and excuses when they see a bolt of calico draped around what belongs In It. Inside of eight minutes me and Miss Wiliella was aggravating the cro quet kails around ns amiable as second cousins. She gave me a dig about the quantity of canned fruit I had eaten, and I got back at her flatfooted about how a certalh lady named Eve started the fruit trouble In the first free grass pasture. "That was how I acquired cordiali ty for the proximities of Miss Wiliella Learight, and the disposition grew larger as time passed. She was stop ping at Plmlenta Crossing for her health, which was very good, and for the climate, which was 40 per cent hotter than Palestine. I rode over to see her once every week for awhile, and then 1 figured It out that if I dou bled the number of trips 1 would see her twice a soften. "One week I slipped in a third trip, and that's where the pancakes and the pink eyed snoozer busted Into the game. "That evening while I set on the counter with a peach and two dam sons In my mouth I asked Uncle Ems ley how Miss Wiliella was. "'Why,' says Uncle Emsley, 'she's gone riding with Jackson Bird, the sheep man from over at Mired Mule Canada.' "I swallowed the peach seed and the two damson seeds. 1 guess somebody held the counter by the bridle while I got off, and then I walked out straight ahead till I butted against the mes quite where ray roan was tied. " 'She's gone riding,' I whispered In my bronc's ear, 'with Blrdstone Jack, the hired mule from Sheep Man's Can • ada. Did you get that, old Leather i and Gallops?' "That bronc of mine wept In his way. Ile'd been raised a cow pony, and he didn't enre for snoozers. "I went back and said to Uncle Ems ley, 'Did you say a sheep man?' "'I said a sheep man,' says uncle again. 'You must have heard toll of Jackson Bird. He's got eight sections of grazing and 4,000 head of the finest Merinos south of the arctic circle.' "I went out and sat on the ground In the shade of the store and* leaned against a prickly pear. I sifted sand Into my boots with unthinking hands while I soliloquized n quantity about this bird with the Jackson plumage to his name. "I never had believed In harming sheep man. I see one one day reading a Latin grammar on hossback, and I never touched Idm. They never Irri tated me like they do most cow men. And because I'd been lenient and let 'em live hero was one going around riding with Miss Wiliella Learight! "An hour by sun they como loping back and stopped nt Uncle Emsley's gate. The sheep person helped her off, ond they stood throwing each other sentences all sprightful and sagacious for awhile. And then this feathered Jackson flies up In his saddle and raises his little stewpot of a hat and trots off In the direction of his mut ton ranch. By this time I had turn ed the sand out of my boots and un pinned myself from the prickly pear, and by the time he gets half a mile out of Plmlenta I singlefoots up be side him on my bronc. "1 said that snoozer was pink eyed, | but lie wasn't. Ills seeing arrange j raent was gray enough, but his eye | lashes was pink and bis hair was san dy, and that gave you the idea. Sheep I man? He wasn't more than a lamb , j man, anyhow—a little thing with his ' | neck Involved in a yellow silk hand j kerchief and shoes tied up In bowknots. . | " 'Afternoon!' says I to him. 'You . [ now ride with an equestrian who Is I commonly called Dead-Moral-Certaln { ty Judson, on account of the way 1 ' j shoot. When I want a stranger to j know me 1 always Introduce myself ' before the draw, for I never did like j to shake hands with ghosts.' j " 'Ah,' says he, Just like that—'ah, I'm glad to know you, Mr. Judson. ; I'm Jackson Bird from over at Mired j Mule ranch. It looks like rain.' ! " 'Willie,' says 1, riding over close to j his palfrey, "your Infatuated parents may have denounced you by the name JI of Jackson, but you sure molted Into j ! a twittering Willie. Let us slough off i this here analysis of rain and the , i elements and get down to talk (hat , I Is outside the vocabulary of parrots. 4 1 That is a bad habit you have got of . i riding with young ladies over nt Plml j enta. I've known birds,' says I, 'to . j be served on toast for less than that. I Miss Wiliella,' says 1. 'don't ever j want any nest made out of sheep's • j wool by a tomtit <>f the Jucksonlan j' branch of ornithology. Now, are yon going to quit, or do you wish for to gallop up against this Dead-Moral- Certainty attachment to m.v name. ' which is good for two hyphens and at j, least one set of funeral obsequies?' "Jackson Bird flushed up some, and thou he laughed. 1 " 'Why, Mr. Judson,' says he, 'you've ' got the wrong Idea. I've called on Miss Learight a few times, but not for e purpose you imagine. My object ')urely a gastrouomical one.' > reached for my gun 1 ' "'Any coyote,' says I. 'that would • boast of dishonorable'— " 'Wait a minute,' says tills Bird, 'till • | I explain. What would I do with a >j wife? If you ever saw that ranch of I mine!_l do for you what she wouldn't do for . me. If you will get mo a copy of that pancake recipe 1 give you my word that I'll never call upon her again.' '• That's fair,' ! says, and 1 shook hands with Jackson Bird. 'l'll get It for you If I can and glad to oblige.' And he turned off down the big pear flat on the I'lcdra Id the direction of Mired Mule, and I ijteered northwest for old Bill Toomey'f ranch. "It was five days jifterward when 1 got another chance to ride over to Plinlenta. Miss Wlllella and me pass ed a gratlfytng evening at Uncle Etns ley's. She sang some and exasperated the piano quite a lot with quotations from the operas. 1 gave imitations of a rattlesnake and told her about Snaky McFee's new way of skinning cows and described the trip 1 made to St. I.ouis once. We was getting along in one another's estimations line. Thinks 1, If Jackson Bird can now be persuaded to migrate I win. 1 recol lect his promise about the pancake receipt, and I thinks I will persuade It from Miss Wlllella and give It to him. "So along about 10 o'clock 1 put on a wheedling smile and says to Miss Wlllella, 'Now, if there's anything 1 do like better than the sight of a red steer on green grass it's ' e taste of a nice hot pancake stnot' jed in sugar house molasses.' "Miss Wlllella gives a little jump on the piano stool and looked nt me curi ous. "'Yes,' says she, 'they're real nice. What did you say was the tiame of that street in St. I-ouis, Mr. Odom. where you lost your hat?' " 'Pancake avenue,' says I, with a wink, to show her that I_\vas on about the family receipt and couldn't be side corralled off of (he subject. 'Come, now, Miss Willeila,' 1 says; 'let's hoar how you make 'em. Pancakes Is Just whirling In my head like wagon wheels. Start her off, now—pound of flour, eight dozen eggs, and bo on. How does the catalogue of constilu ents run?' " 'Excuse me for a moment, please,' says Miss Wlllella, and she gives mo a quick kind of sideways look and slides off tlie stool. She ambled out Into the other room, and directly Un do Emsley comes In In his shirt sleeves, with a pitcher of water. He turns around to get a glass on the table, and I see a forty-five In his hip pocket. 'Great postholes,' thinks I, 'but here's a family thinks a heap of cooking receipts, protecting it with firearms. I've known outfits that wouldn't do that much by a family feud.' " 'Drink this hero down,' says Uncle Emsley, handing me the glass of wa c "directly vm lc emsley comes in." I ter. 'You've rid too far today, Jud, and got yourself overexcited. Try to : think about something else now.' | "That was all the pancake specifics! j j tions i could get that night. I didn't 1 j wonder that Jackson Bird found it up- j j hill work. So I dropped the subject I and talked with Uncle Emsley awhile j about hollow horn and cyclones. And j then Miss Wlllella came and said 'good night,' and 1 hit the breeze for the ranch. "About a week afterward I met Jack son Bird riding out of I'iinlenta as 1 rode in, and we stopped in the road for a few frivolous remarks. " 'Got the bill of particulars for them flapjacks yet?' I asked him. "'Well, no,' says Jackson 'I don't eeem to h.tre *ny success in getting hold of it. Did you try?' "'1 did.' says I. 'aiid 'twas like try ing to dig a prairie d g out of his hole with a peanut hull i ii.it pancake re ceipt 11;: it I>• » J«m Ur.lonim the way they hold .mi ! it. " 'l'm : t d> ti ::;' olt l:p '■ Jackson mi ' nuncip.lions that 1 112 -11 sorry for TiTin. 'But 1 did want to know how to make them pancakes to eat on my lonely 1 ranch,' says lie. 'I lie awake of nights thinking how good they are.' " 'You keep on trying for it,' 1 tells him, 'and I'll do the same. One of us Is bouud to get a rope over Its horns before long. Well, so long, Jacksy.' "You see, by this time we was on the peacefulest of terms. When I saw that he wasn't after Miss Wlllella 1 had more endurable contemplations of that sandy haired snoozer. In order to help out the ambitions of Ills appe tite I kept on trying to get that receipt from Miss Willeila, but every time 1 would say 'pancakes' she would get sort of remote and fidgety about the eye and try to change the subject. If I held her to It she would slide out and round up Uncle Emsley with his pitcher of water and hip pocket how itzer. "One day I galloped over to the store with a fine bunch of blue verbenas that I cut out of a herd of wild flow ers over on Poisoned Dog prairie. Uncle Emsley looked at 'em with one eye shut and says: "'Haven't ye heard the news?' " 'Cattle up?' I asked. '"Wlllella and Jackson Bird was married in Palestine yesterday,' says he. 'Just got a letter this morning.' "I dropped them flower- • > a cracker barrel and let the news trickle in my ears and down toward my upper left hand shirt pocket until it got to my feet. "'Would you uihid saying t!i"i ■ again once more. Uncle Emsley T sa.vj I. 'Maybe my bearing has got wrong, and you only said that prime heifers was $4.80 on the hoof or something like that.' " 'Married yesterday,' says Uncle Emsley, 'and gone to Waco and Niaga ra Falls on a wedding tour. Why. didn't you see none of tlie signs all along? Jackson Bird has been court ing Wlllella ever since that day he took her out riding.' " 'Then,' says I in a kind of yell, 'what was all this zlzzaparoola he gives me about pancakes? Tell me that.' "When I said 'pancakes' Uncle Ems ley sort of dodged and stepped back. " 'Somebody's been dealing me pan cakes from the bottom of the deck,' I says, 'and I'll find out I believe you know. Talk up,' says I, 'or we'll mix a panful of batter right here.' "I slid over the counter after Uncle Emsley. He grabbed at his gun, but it was In a drawer, and he missed it two inches. 1 got him by the front of his shirt and shoved him in a coruer. " 'Talk pancakes,' says 1, 'or be made luto one. Does Miss Wlllella make 'em ?' " 'She never made one In her life, and I never saw one.' says Uncle Ems ley, soothing. 'Calm down, now, Jud, calm down. You've got excited, and that wound in your head is contani inatlng your sense of intelligence. Try not to think about pancakes.' " 'Uncle Emsley,' says 1, 'l'm not wounded in the head except so far as my natural cogitative Instincts run to runts. Jackson Bird told me he was calling on Miss Wlllella for the pur pose of finding out her system of pro ducing pancakes, and he asked me to help him get the bill of lading of the Ingredients. I done so, with the re sults as you see. Have 1 been sodded down with Johnson grass by a pink eyed snoozer or what?' "'Slack lip your grip on my dr< sa shirt.* says V:i T.ra-'.-y. "'and I'll "tell you. Yes, it!■ ■ >!;.-> like Jackson Bird has gone an 1 humbugged you some The day after lie went riding with Wlllella he came back and told mo and her to watch out for you whenever you got to talking about pancakes. IU». said you was in camp once where they was cooking flapjacks and one of the fellows cut you over the head with a frying pan. Jackson said that when ever you got overhot or excited that wound hurt you and made you kind of crazy and you went raving about pancakes. He told us to Just get you worked off the subject and soothed down and you wouldn't be danger ous. So me and Willeila done the best by you wo knew how. Well, well,' says Uncle Emsley, 'that Jackson Bird Is sure a seldom kind of a suoozer.' " During the progress of Jud's story he had been slowly but deftly combining certain portions of the contents of his sacks and cans. Toward the close of it tie set before me the finished product— a pair of redhot, rich lmed pancakes on a tin plate. From some secret hoard ing place he also brought a lump ' "*> excellent butter and a bottle sirup. "How long ago did these . happen?" I asked hitn. "Three years," said Jud. "They're living on the Mired Mule ranch now. But I haven't seen either of 'itu since. They say Jackson Bird was fixing his ranch up fine with rocking chairs and window curtnins all the time ho waa putting me up the pancake tree. Oh, I got over it after awhile, but the boys kept the racket up." "Did you make these cakes by the famous recipe?" I asked. < "Didn't I tell you there wasn't no receipt?" said Jud. "The boys hol lered pancakes till they got pancake hungry, and I cut this receipt out of a newspaper. How does the truck taste?" "They're delicious," I answered. "Why don't you have some, too, Jud?" I was sure I heard a sigh. "Me?" said Jud. "I don't never ea? i 'em." Respond tc Blue Eyes. "Every little while physiologists coma i to the front with some advantage ao i cruing to people who have blue eyes." salu the city salesman "Well. 1 dis covered a point that they have never mentioned. A jeweler told me. He is mnnager of tlie jewelry department of a big store. I applied to him for a situation for my wife's cousin. '"What's the color of her eyes?' he asked. " 'Brown,' I said "'Bring her down and I will take a look at her,' he sa .1. 'but I am afraid she won't do. IV. ;.ie with a certain shade of blue eyes make the best jew elry salesmen. Many customers who buy jewelry want some one to try It on so they can get the effect of thw stones when worn. There Is something about deep blue eyes that brings ouo the best lights in most jewels. TaUt» notice and you will find that 'two thirds of the jewelry salesmen In New- York have blue eyes.' "—New York Times. 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