THE CLOSED DOOR.
2f you had come to my door alone,
Love, my lord;
Had I heard no fogtial) save your own,
No voice bat vo ;
Oh, how wide had door been thrown,
Oh, how gladly the way been shown,
Love, my lord!
But I peerca from my casement cautiously,
Love, my lord;
You stood at my door with henchmen three
I knew too well;
Doubt and Di frust stared up at me
And gaunt-faced, white-lipped Jealousy,
Love, my lord.
Ch. the house of my heart is over small,
Love, my lord;
A if T let You in I must let in all,
7 every one!
1d riot would reign in my quiet hall,
giv I fear me soon would my dwelling fall,
Love, my lord.
You went who might never entrance win,
Love, my lord;
Strange that 1 thought it
To bar my door;
But a king comes ever with shout and din,
And not alone had you entered in,
wove, my ord.
-— Lhee
little sin
sia Garrison, in Puck.
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Thirty-eight Men Repel the
la t De fense of a Mountain Pass--The Robin Hood
of Macedonia and His Exploits.
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FIGHTING TO THE DEATI
A BULGARIAN LEONIDAS AGAINST THE TURKS.
"Attack of Thousands--A Gal-
BY ALBERT SONNICHSEN
RSA r SOG | Sr ro Te
OR the past few weeks I! diers in »wyak had quietly marched
© have been studying bits of ) up to Spalivo and surrounded it. Then
I 1A reports that bave come in | a search party entered the village and
L from Macedonia from va- | began searching the houses. The Al-
B= 1ious chiefs of chetas, se- | banian shepherds, who had heard the
cret agents and other in- | barking of the dogs, joined them. The
dividual members of the organization,
all regarding a certain incident which
occurred some weeks ago down in
Southern Macedonia, in the caza, or
district of Tevgeli. It was much tele-
graphed about gt the time and men-
tioned in the European papers, but
some of the main facts and all the
details have as yet remained secret.
Putting togother the dry official re-
ports to the committee with the nar-
ratives of several participants or wit-
nesses who arrived here several days
ago, and excluding obvious individua!
exaggerations, there still remains the
story of an event which stands out as
remarkable, even in this country of
sensational events. It is just such a
one as you may find here and there
in the pages of Herodotus—a second
Leonidas in another Thermopylae, It
is the story of how hirty-eight comi-
tajis, well armec and well erntrenclied,
for a whole day stood off the repeated
attacks of 2000 regular Turkish
soldiers, a horde of several ihousand
bashi-bazouks, several hundred Alban-
tans and a band of thirty Greeks.
These numbers are quoted in the Turk-
ish reports,
Few people familiar with events
here for the past few years have not
beard of Apostol Voyvoda, known to
the Turks and gendarmerie officers as
Captain Apostol. There is a standing
price of 5000 liras, or Turkish pounds,
on his head. He is a small, dark,
keen-eved man of about thirty-five
years, who can neither r»ad nor write,
and always signs his dispatches, writ-
ten by his secretary, with a rubber
stamp hanging as a watch charm.
Were he a man of education, he would
be one of the general leaders, for he
is intellectually keen. But he is the
Robin Hood of Macedonia. It is about
kim that the story centres.
A week before Lent Apostol came
here to Kustendil, to recross the fron-
tier some days later with several horse
loads of munitions, Ie was going to
take them to his cwna district, cache
ikem in‘*the“mountains to use them as
a reserve for the summer’s “fighting.
With him were Save Michaeloff, his
sub-chief, and thirty-eight men, On
before the beginning of Lent,
and his band avere in the
Mountains. He wanted to
get over into the Cherni-Dervent Moun-
tains; between the two ranges runs
the River Vardar. During the day he
had sent a courier across the river
to the viliage of Spalivo, asking the
villagers to send horses for the ammu-
nition. As was" afterwards known,
the courier was stopped in the inter-
mediate village of Stoyak, where a
company of soldiers were quartered.
And this is the reason he was stopped.
A Greek shepherd boy, wandering
‘about the mountains with his flock,
came accidentally upon Apostol’s band
in hiding for the day. They took him
prisoner, Now, every Greek is an
enemy to every Bulgar, and for some
moments the boy’s life was in danger.
Perhaps it was his youth which ap-
ealed to the chief; at any rate, he
released Lim. The boy at once went
to the village of Stoyak and reported
Apostol’s presence in the nearby moun-
tains, and later pointed out the courier
passing through the village for Spalivo.
The latter was arrested. When night
came and the horses from Spalivo did
rot appear, Apostol de ‘ded that per-
haps the villagers had lost the war,
so he and his men shouldered the am-
munition bags among them, descended
to the river, crossed it, end by moon-
light had reached their destination,
Spalivo. This village was several
miles higher up the same bauk of the
river on which stood Stoyak, where
the day
Apostoil
Giavato
soldiers were now doubly assured that
they had Apostol and his band sur-
rounded at last.
Meanwhile, the pounding at the doors
as the Turks demanded entrance to
the houses, alarmed the village. I‘or-
tunately, tie search began from the
side opposite to that where the bands-
men were quartered. Now, it is a
standing law of the committee that the
bands must never fight in the villages,
unless absolutely cornered, so Apostol
and his men, still half: clothed, gath-
ered themselves. together, and deter-
mined to break through the ring. ; It
is probable that the traitor, who, as a
Greek, hated the Turks only a little
less than the Bulgars, had minimized
the number of the band, and that the
Turks thought they had only a band
oi ordinary size to deal with, of’ from
fifteen to twenty men. At any rate,
Apostol and his.men had no ditHeulty
in walking through the circle. * They
retreated quickly up the pass through
which the river runs until they could
£0 no further. Behind them the bluffs
descended abruptly into the Vardar;
on one side rose cliffs, on the other
below them, ran the river, a wide,
swift stream just then, for the snows
were melting, Before them the roc ko
ground descended toward the village.
From a military point of view, it was
an ideal position for defense—and
death, for no escape vras possible. j
Day was daxning then, as the
bandsmen bastily threw up three lines
cf trenches with loose rocks and
boulders that had once trimbled down
from the heights above them. As
soon as the Turks: were - able to
locate their positions by the growing
light, they spread out in fan formation
below, and began to fire. The bands-
men numbered just thirty-eight, for in
the hurry there had not Leen time to
ther in the two men who were in
the hut with the ammunition. As
was found later, they continued sleep-
ing undisturbed, for the 7 urks had
not considered the hut avorthy of
search, and there the ammunition-and
its two guards remained in safety dur-
ing the whole day. The first line of
trenches in the pass was defended by
Save Michaeloff and eleven men.
Fifty yards beyond and higher up
fifteen men were stationed, and still
higher up were Apostol aad twelve
men, . !
Meanwhile the firing had bezun to
attract to the spot the vultures ef the
Turkish - army, the bashi-lazouks.
These are a disorganized, irresponsibl:
rabble, .who seldom fight but are - al-
ways on hand to share the plunder.
On occasions, they will sometimesgsup-
port the troops in a charge, for they
are well armed. These began to gather
in great numbers now, and took up
pesitions with the regulars. When the
fight was two hours old a Greek band
of thirty nen, commanded by an cficer
in the uniform of the Greel: army, ap-
peared and joined the Turks.
Evidently the Turkish officer in com-
mand had recognized the strength of
Apostol's position, for hitherto he had
ordered no attack. Meanwhile it had
been telegraphed to Salonica. two
hours away, by train, that Apostol
was cornered and more troops were
needed. But, anxious to gain the big
reward on Apostol's lead, the Turk-
ish officer determined to get him
before his superiors arrived. En-
forced by the bashi-bazouks, the Al-
banians and the Greeks, he ordered
a general char The Dbandsmen al-
lowed the charging throng to come
half-way up. four hand gren-
Then
ades were thrown and as many volleys
fired. They also rolled down huge
the soldizrs were quartered. On one
side are 2igh mountain bluffs, on the
other the River Vardar.
But as the villagers had not received |
‘Apostol’s message, they, not expecting
him. had made no preparations, First,
they had allowed their dogs free, who
noisily announced the entrance of the
bandsmen into the village. Their bark-
ings were heard by some Albanian
shepherds a short distance outside.
However, the ammunition was
stored in an old, half-broken-down de-
serted house, and two of the bandsmen
were detailed to sleep upon it. Apostol,
Michaeloff and their companions then
divided themselves among a half dozen
houses nearby. In h an hour all
were asleep, save a of the vil-
Jagers. who remained aw:ike to guard
Meanwhile the sol-
€gainst surpr
boulders into the panic-stricken Turks.
The destruction by the bombs was ter-
{ rific, for even the Turkish regulars,
| fierce fighters as they are, poured down
in scrambling retreat. *
Having lost heavily, the Turks made
no further efforts then to storm Apos-
tol's position. But in three hours the
reinforcements from Salonica began to
in
patiently ordered a
command from Salonica, he im-
general attack at
once. The soldiers made a wild up-
ward scramble, but again the bombs
were blasting up the loose lava among
them. That attack failed, as had the
first. Two more equally desperate at-
tacks had a similar result soon after.
Then the Turks withdrew and began
to open up a heavy fire on the rocks
above, depending on rock splinters to
destroy the insurgents behind their
positions. These tactics, although
costly—for Apostol and his men were
slowly pot shooting individual officers
wherever visible—were more success-
ful. By seven that evening, at fifteen
o'clock by Turkish time, the insur-
gents had been much reduced. Another
attack was ordered, before dark should
give the few survivors a possible
chance to escape. In the first trench
only Michaeloff and three wen were
alive, and they all wounded. In the
other two lines of trenches were eight
men unwounded.
As this last general attack began
the ammunit.on of the bandsmen gave
out in a few last volleys. Then
Michaeloff and his three men in the
first trench rose, deliberatel; smashed
their rifles over the rocks, destroyed
their watches in a similar manner
and drank the poison, which is part
of every bandsman’s equipment, to
save him from torture, if wounded.
The eight men above killed their
wounded comrades with their knives,
and then made a break for the river.
The Turks were successful. They had
gained the position. The news was then
telegraphed that Apostol had been
killed. From one of the bodies were
taken personal lotters addressed to him,
a rifle with his name engraved upon it
was found, and various villagers iden-
tified the corpse. Later it was found
that this was the body of Apostol's
secretary, So well was the Sultan
pleased with the 1 ews that he imme-
diately telegraphed his personal thanks
to the troops, and sent £350 to be
divided among them. The gendarmes,
the creatures established by the re-
forms, who had taken part in the
fight, were all prorioted.
Next day Georgis Pasha, the Italian
gendarmerie officer, commissioned
there by the Powers, arrived and be-
gan an investigation, It seems he
was the first to question Apostol's
death. At any rate, he sent for Apos-
to's wife, who lives in a village near-
by, and the dead having already been
buried, he ordered them disinterred,
that she might identify "her husband
among them. She failed to do so.
But several days after all doubts
were settled when the kaimakam, or
governor of the caza, received a letter
bearing Apostol’s rubber stamped seal,
announcing himself in good health,
save for a sprained ankle. Of the
wliole band of forty men, six escaped,
two being the guards who watched
over the ammunition and took no part
in the fight. They remained with it
until -another band came a week later
and carried it safely off. Of the eight
who broke for the river, three were
drowned while attempting to swim
across, and one, realizing that he could
not even attempt it, drank poison.
One reached the opposite Bank: and
escaped, and is now here in Kustendil.
Apostol and his three comrades
crouched among some rushes in shal-
low water, and escaped later in the
night when the search was over. He
is now recovering from his sprained
ankle, in a secret hospital in the
mountains.
What the Turkish losses were in the
fight is hard to estimate truly. Turk-
ish reports only mention: two Greeks
and sixteen Albanians killed. Vil-
lagers of Spalivo say 1200 in all fell,
but that is perhaps an exaggeration.
Still, the casualities must have been
heavy, otherwise such a large force
could not have been checked for a
whole day by thirty-eight men.—New
York Post. ° :
Rachel’s Sister Still Lives,
Comparatively few persans are
aware that the once great actress of
the Comedie Francaise, Rachel, who
died so far back as 1858, has a sister
still living in Pavis. This sister, Mlle.
Lea Felix, was hurt in a carriage acci-
dent recently, but is now getting
better. Mlle. Felix retired from .the
stage fifteen years ago, her last ap-
pearance being;as Joan of Are, in
sarbier’s drama, at the Porte Saint
Martin. She always retcined her fam-
ily name of Felix. Mlle. Rachel, the
great trageaienne, had four sisters
and one brother. All her sisters were
actresses, like herself, and had con-
siderable sucess in the profesion. Lea
Felix is, in all probability, the only
one of the sisters now living.—Lon-
don Telegraph.
Noble Revenge.
It was a hot day, and the dray horse
and the thoroughbred carriage horse
nappened to be drinking at the same
“rough.
“you're a perfect fright,” said the
thoroughbred, indulging in a horse
laugh, “with that hideous old straw
hat on your head.”
The dray horse looked at him,
said nothing.
Then, with a brush of his ample
tail, he brusned a fly from the quiver-
ing hide of the carriage horse, which
the latter, with his poor little stump
of a tail, was unable to reach, and
dipped his nose in the trough again.
—Chicago Tribune.
A Curious Club.
One of the most curious clubs on rec-
ord has recently been formed by so-
ciety ladies in Berlin. The principal
condition of membership is that the
applicant must be deaf. The club has
over a hundred members, who meet
regularly on-e a week in handsomeiy
furnisheq rooms in the Wilhelm
Strasse, where they converse by n
of ear-trumpets and t
and drink tea.
but
arrive. By noon twenty-five carloads
had come, two thousand soldiers in all,
Meanwhile the Dbashi zouks had
streamed steadily in from the sur-
rounding villages to the number of
five thousand, some rep 3 say. That
is probably an exagger and then,
too, as far as actual g was con-
cerned, most of th ows pmob-
ably took up the p le of
expectant spectators.
Upon the arrival of the generai office:
‘Tunic Effects in Skirts.
It is rumored that tunic effects in
skirts are to appear with the first mel-
ancholy days In fact, some ultra
smart women are wearing them now.
The bell-shaped tunics, short at the
sides and arranged over a plain or
flounced skirt, are the most attractive.
Other tunic models haves a square
apron effect slashed up at the sides,
and for stout figures this style is best,
giving long lines. If you think of
having a woolen street gown made
now, be sure that the skirt is cut in a
modified bell or umbrella shape.
Women at the Bar.
One of the graduates of the Law
School of Boston University at its re-
cent commencement was Miss Edith
W. Peck, a young woman of social
prominence in Cincinnati, Ohio. It is
said that she will enter the law office
of her father, who is a judge, and at-
tend to a general office practice. An-
other woman to enter the profession of
law is Miss Anne Grace Kennedy, a
graduate of the Baltimore Law School
and the second woman to receive the
degree of bachelor of laws in Mary-
land. She received in addition to this
degree two medals, one for the best
thesis and the other for being the high-
cst grade student in the senior class.
Is Modern Courtship Quick?
An American lady has discovered
that courtship is a swifter business
than of old. This does not result, as
you might suppose, from the increas-
ing “hustle” of these happy ‘days, nor
from the higher speed of the maidens
of 1905. In olden days, when the
lovers “stole a word or two between
the pauses of a minute,” things
dragged. Now that a “couple can
golt all day undisturbed by a chap-
eron * * * if a man doesn’t make
record time” in courtship, why,
blame the man. This is all very well.
But in the days of the minuet they
could, if we believe the romancers.
put on the pace. Mistress Lydia Lan-
guish would meet Mr. Roderick Ran-
dom for the first time at tea, and be
off to Gretna Green before supper.
Golf is not in it.
What She Embreiders.
Linen buttons.
Stamped chemisettes and elbow
sleeves.
Linen card cases to match her linen
dresses,
Stock ties of handkerchief linen, al-
ready stamped.
Towels for wedding presents,
ing them a scalloped edge.
A butterfly design on her underwaist
and other lingerie.
Handkerchief bags, which may be
bought ready stamped for a quarter.
Linen covers for heart-shaped pil-
lows. - These have embroidery ruf-
des.
Fine white pique cases for the hand-
gerchiefs, gloves and cravats of her
male relations.
Pretty collars and cuffs sets, which
ome ready stamped on linen for thir-
iy-five cents.
And for the same price one may
puy the entire little outfit wherewith
all this may be done.
giv-
Cultivating the Graces. 2
Keeping up appearances may be con-
sidered vulgar, but within rightful
fimits it indicates a prime essential
to successful attainment. In the mat-
ter of behavior, if one wishes to ap-
pear gracefulandamiable she perforce
makes an effort not only to seem but
to be amiable and graceful. The. rec-
ognition of what is seemly is the first
step toward its. attainment.
With the decline of the kitchen and
life in apartments, grand funetions
and state occasions are being left to
those with spacious homes and limit-
less means. But the spirit of hospital-
ity is not dead; only its outward forms
are put upon a more simple and per-
haps more genuine basis.
Having eliminated from domestic
service much that is superficous, and
having gained a broader Knowledge
of what constitutes the art of living,
the housekeeper of the future will
dispense her income and time to great-
er advantage than she has done in the
past and her hospitality will subserve
more than a single end. Nor shall its
leading feature be confined to the
woman's luncheon on which occasion
the family needs entertainment or shel-
ter abroad until the dread hour of the
function has passed.—Indianapolis
News
‘The Ideal Guest,
It has been said that women may be
divided into two classes, that of the
“born hostess” and that of the “born
guest,” and that neither fits into the
other’s role with any degree of success!
There is one charming woman who is
known among her friends as “I. G..”
which mysterious appellation stands
for “Ideal Guest!” It is so silly! And
one can be a perfect guest if she orly
tries. All you have to do is to be
pleased with your entertainment, and
try to help your hostess make things
agreeable for others. Yes, I do visit
a great deal, and I make it an inviol-
able rule never to repeat in one house
what I have seen or heard in another.”
It is very modest and quite proper
that the “Ideal Guest” should thus
make light of her qualifications, Those
of us, however, who have a faculty
for observation know eof other require-
easy for the maid as possible. When
she leaves it in the morning the bed
is stripped and the mattress turned
to the air. When she leaves it for din-
ner or supper in the evening, all her
own belongings are carefully put away
in closet or drawers, thus making no
“picking up” after her—work which
is wearing to the maid and which
takes much time. The “I. G.” also re-
members at noon, or when the guest
room has the most blaze of sunlight,
to close the blinds or drop the awnings,
thus helping to keep fresh her hostess’
dainty furnishings.—Harper's Bazar.
The Business Woman's Problems.
Why the woman who works for a
living is usually more nervous and in
less exuberant health generally than
the man who works, has been a matter
for much discussion in clubs and news.
papers, and without any satisfactory
verdict having been reached, but there
are those who do not find it hard to
understand the phenomenon.
The man who works usually does one
sort of work. He is a physician, a law:
yer, or a ¢lerk, and when he has closed
his office door for the day, if he is a
sensible man, he puts in the remainder
of the time enjoying himself in what
ever way best suits him.
And the woman who works—well
she is usually jack of a dozen trades
and master of none.
When she comes home from her office
it occurs to her that there are a half a
dozen pairs of stockings to be darned—
and she sets to work forthwith on this
nerve-tearing work. When the stock
ings are finished, she is just as likely
as not to sew on the lace that the
laundress has ripped off a skirt, and
she goes to bed with her head aching
and absolutely unrefreshed.
In the morning she remembers that
there are a dozen little lace collars te
be laundered, for they were much too
fragile to go in the general laundry,
and that afternoon she gives over tc
the “doing-up” of these troublesome
little things, adding a couple of white
belts, three pairs of white gloves and
a veil to the pile.
When she has finished with these,
her back is aching, and she is glad to
lie down and read by the light of a
distant and dim gas jet the afternoon
newspaper, thereby . bringing on the
ills that come from eye strain.
She discovers the next afternoon that
her hair needs washing, and she spénds
a good two hours at this hard work.
She doesn’t feel that she can afford the
seventy-five cents or $1 that a hair-
dresseir would charge her for this ser-
vice, and which the latter can do much
better than she can do it herself. and
so she expends strength that is worth
more to her than money, in half-doing
this work.
She manicures her own nails when
she should be taking a nap, and makes
shirt waists when she should be exer-
cising in the open. She makgs cara-
mels by way of fun, and fusses cover
them until she herself admits that she
is “half-dead.” :
She finds things for herself to do
that really needn’t be done, and by
the end of the summer she is a limp
and nerve-racked rag.
“But I have to keep nice,” she wails,
“and I cannot afford to hire some ona
io do my mending and to groom my
hair and nails!”
It is, indeed, a problem how the busi-
ness woman shall marage, but, never-
theless, these are some of the reasons
why she who works for a living is
usually a thin and anaemic person,
who looks haggard and old before her
time.—Baltimore News.
Widespread is the fad for so-calied
odd jewelry.
Pique collars and cuffs are a fea-
ture of all summer frocks.
Trimmings lead off with quillings of
the same silks as the gowns. 1
Chiffon taffeta and chiffon cloth
goavns must be included.
Exquisitely embroidered imported
blouses attract one’s attention at every
side
Ti 1 or robe gown. as it is
calle
this sc
Dull gold gallons of various widths
are much used in combinatoins with
a brilliant color.
The modified leg-o’-mutton sleeve is
the favorite sleeve, says the Philadel-
phia Bulletin.
Under lingerie hats the hair will be
seen to be garnished with pert butter-
fly bows of crisp silk.
to make life easier by far
Of the making of collars, chemi-
settes and cuffs, as well as under-
sleeves, there is indeed no end.
Using different linings make a lot of
variety in embroidered dresses, for the
effect is quite different with each
color.
3y that silent agreement which is
fashion’s Marconi stem, every well
dressed woman, it seems, has ordered
one or more black costumes.
Several new kinds of pleated bind-
and ruchings are shown; among
> is one designed to take the place
ments of the character she 1}
med. The “Id Guest,”
for
|
stmace, makes
not | of
in- | bal
the care of ler room as! tl
a neckband with a two-inch and a
frill below to lie flat around the
* generally doing.
FARM FREIGHT ON TROLLEY ROADS
Live Stock Shipments an Important Part
of the Business. 2
One of the greatest possibilities of
the interurban road lies in the devel-
opment of freight traffic. It is well
ftted for the transfer of farm produce
and supplies for farmers and for carry-
ing of package merchandise, and it can
often give great convenience for deliv-
ery and for the possibility of handling
freight economically, especially in
small cities.
The Chicago, Harvard and Lake Gen-
eva Railway has not only a large
freight traffic of its own, but carries
on an interchange of business with
steam roads to a greater extent, per-
haps, than any other electric road in
the United States. Its southern ter-
minus is at Harvard, on the Chicago
and Northwestern Railway, and at
Walworth, eight and a half miles
north of this place, the road crosses
the Chicago, Milwaukee and St. Paul
Railway, thence running Two miles
northeast to Lake Geneva, one of Wis-
consin’s most popular summer resorts.
One-third of the business of the road
is in hauling freight. Freight cars
from the railroads are hauled to sid-
ings on the. electric road at a flat rate
of $5 per car, and piece freight is trans-
ported on a one-rate plan between any
two points on the road for five cents
per 100 pounds, no package being han-
dled for less than ten cents. A freight
motor car with a crew of two men car-
ries package freight and hauls from
one to four steam-road freight cars.
There are six freight sidings along the
road, mot including the company’s
yards.
Live stock shipments are an impor-
tant part of the business. In summer
refrigerator cars are run twice a week
over the Chicago and Northwestern
Railway for the benefit of creameries
situated on the electric road, and last
winter 3000 tons of ice were hauled
from Lake Geneva for local use along
the line. The company receives $500
per year for hauling mail two trips
daily each way. Passenger tickets are
sold by the electric road to points on
the steam roads, and baggage is car-
ried free. The power house is located
at Murray, and contains two genera-
tors of 500 kilowatts each. The equip-
ment consists of ten motor cars and
six trail cars. The maximum speed is
forty-five miles per hour.—Massachu-
setts Ploughman.
Babu Horse English,
Here is a Bombay native student's
essay on the horse:
The horse is a very noble quadruped,
but when he is angry he will not do
so. He is ridden on the spinal cord
by the bridle, and sadly the driver
places his foots on the stirrup, and
divides his lower limbs across the sad-
dle. and drives his animal to the mea-
dow. He has a long mouth, and his
head is attached to the trunk by a
long protuberance called the neck. He
has four legs, two are in the front
side and two are -afterward. These
are the weapons on which-he runs,
Le also defends himself by extending
those in the rear in a parallel direction
toward his foe, but this he does only
when in a vexatious mood. His food-
ing is generally grasses and grains.
He is also useful to take on his back
a man or woman as well as some car-
go. He has power to go as fast as he
could. He has got no sleep at night
time, and always standing awaken.
Also there are horses of. short sizes.
They do the same as the others are
Tuere is no animal
like the horse; no sooner they see their
guardian or master they are always
crying for fooding, but it is always at
the morning time. They have got tail,
but not so long as the cow and such
other like similar animals.—Liverpool
Post.
Nothing Wrong on His Side.
The man had been grumbling stead-
ily for half an hour to his seat-mate,
whom he had never seen before. He
had grumbled about business, politics,
war, peace, vacations, church, chil-
dren, railroads, schools, farms, news-
papers and that unfailing scapegoat—
the weather.
The man beside him had borne all
that seemed necessary, and at last be-
thought him of a way to silence the
grumbler if such a thing were pos-
sible. *
“Are your domestic relations agree-
able?’ he asked, suddenly, turning ap
inquisitive gaze on his companion.
“Yes, they are!” snapped the
grumbler. “It’s my wife’s relations
that make all the trouble.”—Youth's
Companion.
The American Horse.
Au it is not the trotter as he is gene-
rally understood which has practically
superseded the hackney in the heavy-
weight harness classes. It is an ani-
mal which has some of the character-
istics derided when the hackney was
king—roundness of conformation,
power and high stepping—the high ac-
tion being dropped considerably when
the horse is pushed, speed replacing
it. © He is equally good in the show
ring or on the road; does not require
constant care to keep him well, and is
useful for almost any occasion. In
other words, the heavyweight harness
horse of to-day is a survival of the
fittest, and is the real American pro-
duct, bred from the American trotter.—
Country Life in America.
A Jumping Hog.
A jumping hog afforded
amusement in the hog-pens at the
stock-yards day before yesterday
morning. Although the animal weighed
180 pounds it Yould jump board fences
five feet zh. The speculator who
bought the hog found it impossible to
confine it to a pen, so the pen had to
be covered with boards. According to
much
men who have been at the Log-yards
for 8, was the first hog that
had ever le a fence there.—Kan-
sa: City Tim
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