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If this Boy Dos’'nt Make a “Hit” Something's Wrong “] had an amusing experience on then | the smoking car coming through Ohio : road last week,” said the traveling man who had just come from the West. “A little ragamuffin with a shoe- blacking kit tried to get a free ride by hiding beneath two seats that were turned back to back. His clothes were in a deplorable state, and it was edsy to understand that he did not have the price of a rail- ticket. All of us in the car watched him hide, and we waited for further developments as the conduec- tor came walking through. “But the old boy spied three inches of leg sticking out in the aisle, and it didn’t take him long to pull the lad out of his retreat. “‘ haven't got any money,’ whined the youngster, wiping away a tear that had already left its path on his besmeared cheek. ““Then you'll get off at the next station,” answered the irate official, who had evidently dealt with many similar cases in the past. “I felt sorry for the chap, and didn’t want to see him put off the car, so I went up to him and told him to shine my shoes, after which 1 handed him a quarter. In a short time he was shining the shoes of other men in the car until he had made seventy-five cents more than the price of his fare. “We saw to it that he straightened out matters with the conductor and forgot all about the incident, until ‘half an hour later, when the man next to me poked my arm and pointed over to the corner of the car. The little shoeblack was sitting back as big as a lord, his feet stretched across the opposite seat. He was slowly puffing away at a cigarette, blowing the smoke lazily toward the roof of the car with a look of supreme sat- isfaction on his face”—Philadelphia Telegraph. No Fault Of His She—Did you uncle’s hotel in New York?” He—Yes, 1 stopped there once, but I didn’t intend to.” She—How was that? He—Oh, 1 was passing with my au- tomobile.” ever stop at my As 1t Might Have Been. George,” said the Father of His Country’s father, “George, what about this cherry tree?” “Father,” replied the immortal George, “1 cannot tell a lie. With my little hatchet I did it.” Whereupon his father promptly turned him over his knee and gave him the chaitisement he deserved. “This will teach you,” said he, when it was finished, “that you ought te never acknowledge that anything is impossible. You cannot tell what you can do till you try.”—Cincinnati Times-Star. Consolatory. Sir Arthur Jelf wags a formidable opponent at the bar, and on the bench has proved no less of a success. "° has a pretty wit, too. Once at Quar- ter Sessions, as Recorder of Shrews- bury, he was sentencing a hypocriti- cal prisoner who, hopeful of softening the judge’s heart, shed copious tears, and in reply te his lordship’s inquiry, “Fave you ever been in prison be- fore?” sobbed tearfully, “Never, my lord, never!” “Well, don’t cry,” was the Recorder's reply, “I am going to gerd you there now.”—Westminster Review. Meaningless. “Here's a poem we accepted some time ago that nobody can possibly make any sense out of at all,” said the editor's assistant. “It hasn't any title, either.” “01” replied the editor, “just call it ‘The Sighing Soul!’ and run it in.”— Philadelphia Press. Natural History. Eva from Mary Queen of Scots.” Tommy (her brother)—So am I then. Eva—Don’t be silly, Tom. can’t be—you’re a boy!—Punch. You Picks Its Company. “Old Hunks boasts that he never has a cold.” “It’s nothing to boast of. He’s so mean that even a cold won’t have anything to do with him.”—Chicago Tribune. En The Old Thing Won't Go. Hewitt—First be sure you're right, then go ahead. Jewett—You may be sure you're right and not be avple to go ahead, if you are in an automobile.—Brook- lyn Life. Described. “How would you describe a college boy?” “I'd call him a ghia who might be e Ed had time to Press. { man. THE GROCERYMAMN. Gets a Gentle Knock at the Milkman. “l don’t want to knock anybody,” said the groceryman to the pretty cook, “but if I was a girl an’ wanted to pick out a feller for steady comp’ny it wouldn't be a milkman—particklerly a milkman with bandy legs an’ sandy hair.” “Oh, you think you're smart, don’t you?” said the pretty cook. “I never thought much about it, but, come to think of it, I guess I am pretty flossy. I'm dead wise to the milkman, anyway. Do you think his legs is straight? Well, maybe you're right. What can I have the extreme pleasure of bringin’ you this mornin’? J’ ever try any of .this condensed milk? It beats what these sandy-hair- ed roosters bring around in quart bottles.” “You can keep it,” said the pretty cook. “I knew a girl married a sandy- haired man oncet, an’—" “Put down a pound of prunes,” the pretty cook, coldly. “One extra-fine prunes.” “I didn’t say extra-fine.” “All the prunes we've got is extra- fine. This girl was a seccnd cousin of mine. The man wasn’t a milkman, though. That’s the reason they got on so well together. A milkman wouldn't want to get up in the mornin’ an’ build fire:. His wife 'ud say to him: “William, it’s 8 o'clock an’ the house is as cold as a barn an’ the children is crying for tbeir breakfasts.’ ‘I can’t help it, he'd say. ‘I'm a union man an’ the union positively forbids any member in good standin’ to git up afore 11. Build the fire yourself, an’ while you're about it bring me up some buttered toast an’ coffee an’ some egg: an’ bacon an’ I'll eat it abed.” That's what a woman ’'ud git for marryin’ a milkman.” “She'd get worse for marryin’ a groceryman,” said the pretty cook, “particklerly a groceryman with a snub nose. Have you got any cod- His Rival, said | fish?” “Not with me,” said the gfocery- “l quit carryin’ it. I can get wou some, though, at the store. Do wou want 'em in bulk or on the half- shell? Bee, here, Evalina, you don't want to get mad at me because I joshed you about the milkman. He's all right. I haven’t got nothin’ against ‘him except that he's cut me out with the girl at 67. I don’t blame him for that, either. If I got a chance to cut a feller out with a good-lookin’ girl like that I'd do it, too.” “A pound of codfish, a peck 6f cook- in’ apples, five pounds of cut-loaf su- gar and the prunes,” said the cook, loftily. “That’s all this mornin’, an’ if you'll get out of this kitchen an’ write it down on the porch I'll be obliged.” Agreed With Him. He—I think I'm a fool!” She—Well, dear, you told me it was a wife's duty to agree with her hus- band.” Facing the Future. “What is the baby’s name?” asked the graciously condescending young woman. “His name is Flyin’ Machine Jack- son,” wa: the colored mother’s reply. “How did you come to give him such an extraordinary name?” “Well, you see, dat chile takes after his father, an’ I wanted to give him a name dat were gwine to be appro- priate. An’ every time anybody men- tions ‘fiyvin’ machine’ dey say it’s sum- pin dat positively refuses to work.” —Washington Star. Making a Wild Guess. “On the one hand,” said the teacher at the night school, pointing a long finger at the map on the blackboard, “in the present complication is Rus- sia. On the other hand” Here he paused and looked sternly at the shock headed boy. “On the other hand™ “Warts?” hazarded the shock head- ed boy, helpless with terror.—Chicago Tribune. Dissembling. “That man in there is a hypocrite,” said Jackson as he left the drug store. “You mean the druggist ?” “Yes. When I went in I interrupt- ed him in the midst of compounding a prescription; I told him I wanted a two-cent stamp, and he smiled as sweetly as if he was glad to see me.” —Philadelphia Press. What She Did. “And what did you do when your doctor told you you would cago Record-Herald | gested. | again.” | | shoulders violently | any in Christendom. PRISCILLA’S CURE. Priscilla enters the room, looking unspeakably weary and disheveled. Sighing like a porpoise she sinks into the first chair that offers itself. “I’ve been resting,” she announces. Resting? From Priscilla’s appear- ance you would have supposed her fresh from the fists of a champion prize-fighter. You say something to that effect. “No, my dear,” she replies, shaking her head in a melancholy way. “No, Mary, I've just been resting after the latest and most approved methods, according to ‘Health and Beauty Rules." ” This is the news! Is Priscilla the sensible, Priscilla the scornful, Pris- cilla the supremely defiant of all things frivolous—Priscilla, of all peo | ple! going in for beauty fads? Priscilla’s white tired face twitches and her big brown eyes look at you re- proachfully in response to that ques- tion. “No, Mary,” she asserts with ag- grieved solemnity, “you know I should never lose any sleep trying to be more beautiful than nature intended me to be. But, you see, 1 have been feeeling rather tired for several days, and so I tried the rest cure the book sug- I guess I won't try that way She rubs her left arm and groans as she leans back in the chair. “What way, Priscilla?” “Well,” she explains, “it's this way. First you go into a dark room. If it isn’t dark, you have to darken it, and if you pinch your fingers bolting the shutter and jab your ankle into a rockingchair afterward, you must sup- press all impatience, for it's all part of the cure.” Priscilla speaks grimly and as one having reminiscences. “Having got your room into a state of prehistoric darkness, you remove your clothing and put on a long gar- ment. By the way, though, you do this before closing the shutter, or else Hight the gas. Otherwise you're likely to stab your fingers with pins and think unmentionable thoughts over the knots in your shoe laces. “Then you lie flat on the floor for half an hour with your arms folded across your chest. The floor is hard and draughty, and you can hear the children quarreling downstal¥s and crying ‘Mamma,’ and by and bye one of them comes up and pounds on the door. But you keep right on lying there, for it's all a part of the cure. “Then,” says Priscilla, warming up to her subject, “ you rise up and take fifty long breaths, holding the air in your lungs as long as possible. This is difficult at first, but presently you can manage it without strangling. The front doorbell is meanwhile ringing like mad, and you wonder where Mar- thd can be, and you think you ought te dress and hurry down to answer it, but you must keep right on drawing deep breaths, for it’s all a part of the | cure. “After this you begin to whirl your arms around. You raise them on a level with your chest, pass them over the head and down at the sides again, being extremely careful to press the | hands backward ” “Why backward, Pricilla?” “I'm sure I don"t know,” says Pris- cilla, wearily, “but it’s what the book gays. You keep this up long and vio- lently, till you look like a howling dervish, and feel like a merry-go- round that's got a headache.. Your arms ache and there's an awful racket downstairs, but you can’t stop. It's { all a part of the cure, you see. “After this you begin to wiggle your back and forth. | First one and then the other. Then you lift your right foot and swing it, then your left foot. The all to- gether, arms, shoulders, right foot, left foot »” Priscilla Jooks wild- eyed and begins to talk somewhat in- coherently. “Priscilla!” you expostulate. “You can't possibly wizzie both feet at the same time!” *] guess you can if you jump up in | the alr, Mary, can’t you?” she retorts. “Well, that’s what you do. Arms. shoulders, head, right foot, left foot, all working in separate and diverse ways like »” Priscilla giggles hysterically—*“like that jointed tin manikin the fakirs sell on Market street. “Well, Mary, you keep on at that rate until you fall in a faint, or are led away, a gibbering, or someone of your family breaks down the door and | rescues vou. Sounds attractive, doesn’t itr “Very,” you concede. “So restful and soothing !” “Yes,” says Priscilla, rubbing the other arm for a change. “But, just the same, if I were you I wouldn't try it.” And looking at the bruised and wild- eyed Priscilla you feel you can safely promise that you will not. A Story of Ivan the Terrible Sir Jerome Bowers, Queen Eliza- beth’s ambassador to Ivan the Terri- ble, czar of Russia, in 1583, had an exciting time. Ivan had killed his own son a few years earlier in a fit of passion, and was no easy character to deal with. The czar saw fit to dis- pzrage the English queen, whom, he declared, “he did not reckon to be his fellow,” there being those who were her better. Bowes could not stand this sort of thing, and pluckily assert- ed that his princess was as great as “What! As great as the emperor of Germany ?” demanded Ivan. “Why,” answered Bowes, with a fine assumption of scorn, “such is the greatness of the | queen, my mistress, that the king, her have to | f quit wearing a corset and give up | sweets?” “I zent for another r.”’—Chi- ather, had not long since the emperor in his pay in his wars against France.” The czar was at first more furious than ever, but in time he took Bowes into his favor. WAS IT COLUMBUS? Suppose, after all that Columbus wasn’t really the original discoverer, ner Lief Ericcson, either. Suppose that, as a long list of eminently re- spectable people have believed. Cok . umbus and his Spaniards and Ericsson and his Norsemen were forestalled by Prince Madoc of Wales. Suppose that the prince, away back | in 1170, really did discover and colon: | ize America, but didn't go back to tell | it; and suppose that they are to-day among the Indians of North Dakota— shouldn't Madoc have a monument? After the revolution had succeeded, it was declared that the Welsh Indians | had moved into the Spanish territory | beyond the Mississippi. George Cat- | lin, the Indian authority and painter | | | | | 1 | of Indian subjects, was sure he had ! discovered them there In the Man- | dans, in whom he identified the de- | scendants of the lost Welschman, to! his own satisfaction, at least. Other investigators might have fol- lowed in his footsteps and proved him either wrong or right, but in the win- ter of 1838-39 an epidemic of small- pox swept through the tribe, and of the 1,600 or more persons in it, left | only about thirty-one, most of them women who fled from the pestilence and were captured by the Sioux and other tribes with whom they inter- | married. Between 200 and 300 of their | descendants now live on the Fort | Berthold reservation in North Dakota. | This legend of Prince Madoc and | the Welsh Indians has nad a hard | struggle, but has thriven surprisingly in spite of the wiping out of the Man- dans, and the fact that, as the story goes, the Welsh records proving its truth were burned long ago. What remains of it is to this effect: Madoc was the son of Owen Gwynedd, one of the greatest of the Welsh kings. Owen reigned from 1137 to 1169, and his capital was Abergraw. He had sixteen sons besides Madoc, and the eldest Huell, succeeded him on the throne. But while Huell was visiting Ire- land, ‘David, another son seized the throne and began to seize ard {mpris- on his brothers. Madoc, though, was in charge of the fleet and couldn't be got at. Madoc took advantage of the op- portunity to start on a voyage of dis- covery westward. He sailed on for many days over the broad Atlantic and at last landed on a broad conti- nent of great fertility. The general supnosition is that he reached Florida, later the Spaniards heard there of a previous landing by an expedition of white men. ° Months later Madoc returned to Wales and told of his great discov- ery. He organized a new expedition of ten ships and about 300 men, and these sailed away in the year 1170 from the Isle of Angelesia in search of the Ooroonha, the beautiful land that Madoc and his followers told about. The Welsh story is that they never returned, though one Welsh bard, Gwyllon Owen, did szy of the return of one explorer Cynfiy ap Rhys, and this story was preserved in what pur- ported to be a manuscript of his found in a Welsh monascery. Some investigators have declared this manuscript to be a forgery. One of the tales it told was that the Welsh- men taught the Indians to build and use the coracle, the skin covered bas- ket boat of the Celtic race, described, among others, by Caesar. Now Catlin, who lived among the Mandans and studied their language and characteristics with the result that he firmly believed them to be the descendants of the lost Madoc and his fellow travelers, found among other things that they used the ocor- acle. No other tribe of Indians did. They were fair complexioned and had the reddish, wavy hair of the Welsh. The men were bearded. They made glass beads and many other articles of civilized ornament and dress and the words in their lan- guage corresponding to I, he, she, it, we, no, head, Great Spirit and other things almost identical with the Welsh equivalents. The Rev. Benjamin F. Bowen was another investigator of the legend who believed it. He told all about his in- vestigation and the reasons for his be- lief in an interesting volume entitled “America Discovered by the Welsh,” and published here in 1876. The Llangollen Giestedfod, held in September, 1858, discussed it and pa- triotically decided that the Welsh were the real discoverers of America, and as late as 1893 Thomas Steplens carefully investigated the evidence and declared that the legend was un- doubtedly based on truth. So maybe Columbus wasn’t the first discoverer, after all, and Prince “fa- doc ought to have one at least of the many monuments dedicated to Col- umbus all over the land. If not, the patriotic Welshmen would like to know why not. Koreans’ Mourning Costume. ‘When Koreans don mourning the first stage demands a hat as large as a diminutive open clothes basket. It is four feet in circumference, and completely conceals the face, which is hidden further by a piece of coarse lawn, stretched upon two sticks, and held just below the eyes. In this stage nothing whatever of the face may be seen. The second stage is denoted by the removal of the screen. The third period is manifested through the replacement of the in- verted basket by the customary head- gear, made in straw color. The ordi- | nary head covering takes the shape | of the high-crowned hat worm by Welsh women, with a broad brim, made in black gauze upon a bamboo frame. | for several THE Cyclone PULVERIZER and ROLLER Combined Simple = Durable = Strong and Light-running. Acknowledged to be the Best. Especially adapted for Crushing Lumps and pulverizing the soil. Rolling Ey und her sowing. Rolling oats after comin, Packing the soil in a solid bea. Rolling corn ground after planting. Rolling meadows in spring of year. Rolling between corn rows by removing one ro roll. cling of breaking large weeds before the % cornstalks in spring before plow= cial price where we have no agents. pec hustling agents wanted. Send for circular and price list. THE FULTON MACHINE CO. Canal Fulton, Ohio. WITH QUAY, BY HIS 20 TEARS EX-SECRETARY. The most yertRable newspaper ar- ticle of the year. one in which every Pennsylvanian will be interested, will take up two pages of the Sunday North American of Munday, July 3. It’s a study of Senator Quay, his methods and his deeds, by Frank Willing Leach, who for twenty years followed the for- tunes of the dead Senator through good und evil times, except on two oc- casions, when his judgment regarding his duty to his party led him to oppose his chief In the tale of great events Mr. Leach: has reserved nothing. He has written his story from the viewpoint of an inti- mate friend and sincere admirer of Senator Quay. He has “set down naught in malice.” His admiration for his chief is shown in every paragraph. He has, however, told Pennsylvania history with the assurance and verity of a capable chronicler, who observes from behind the scenes the manipula- tion of Senator Quay’s political chess- men. One incident after another is cited to clear up the cloud of doubt that has surrounded many political events in Pennsylvania. Mr. Leach explains how Senator Quay’s system of political rewards and punishments turned upside down the plans of his lieutenants, how and why the “insurgent” of one year became the “stalwart” fayorite of the next, and how the cherished ambitions of men were trodden down with the relent- lessness of a juggernant, sll because expediency and the smooth running of the machine demanded it. This is told by one who suffered, but who believed the chief rensoned not unkindly when fate removed him from the chessboard of politics. This article is a chapter of the un- written political history in Pennsyl- vania. It will be cited when the po- litical mysteries of the past again come up for solution, and will stand as authority when discussions arise. No Pennsylvanian should fail to read it. It will be instructive and useful alike to the boy and the old man, and to the woman as well, for there is a great hum=nn side to the story. The Most Original Novel of the Year. The most competent judges have pro- nounced “In the Biship’s Carriage” the most original novel of the year. It is a tale about flesh and blood peo- ple; a story for men and women. “Uncle Joe” Cannon, Speaker of the National House of Representatives, is most enthusin-tic in his praise of Miss Miriam Michelson’s book. This is what he has to say about it: “I am in receipt of a copy of ‘In the Bishop’s Carriage, by Miriam Michel- son. I read the same with great pleas- ure. It seems to me it ought to be a popular publication and one that will exert a good influence. Perhaps I can best describe it by saying that I eom- menced reading it early in the morn- ing and finished it that night and the coming morning, and when finished I drew a long breath and felt that I had forgotten everything else but the book and regretted that there was not more of it. With respect, ete., “J.C. CANNON." Could anything be stronger or could praise come from a better source? The story is something absolutely new in the literary line—a theatrical romance that abounds in thrilling situ- ations interwoven with genuine humor and human heart-burnings. In fact, the tale is so remarkably good that the Sunday North American of Philadel- phia has secured the exclusive right to publish it in this territory, and printed the first instalment on Sunday. June 26, with illustration worthy of the story. Miss Mickelson, the author, has been years a successful and admired writer of newspaper and magazine articles. much Foley’s Honey ana Tar | for children,safe,sure. 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