MOTHER HAS NOTHING TO DO (2,
Nothing to do but bake,
Nothing to do but stew,
Nothing to do but make
The children’s gowns and sew
Nothing to do but mend.
Nothing to de but patch,
Nothing to do but bend
Over the cookie batch.
Nothing to do but
show
Little feet how to-walk,
Nothing to do. vou know,
But teaching the babe to
Nothing to do but smile,
And kiss the pain away,
Nothing to do the while
The little ones are at play.
Nothing to do but be
Sweetest and best that’s found.
Only, only free
When the sandman comes :
»Horace Seymour Keller, in Ne
Press.
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¥ x x» » x x x» ® x x
THAT AGGRAVATING WOMAN
By MRS. M. A. KIDDER.
XX FX KX XX X ¥.% ¥
HE was aggravating from
the first; there is 10 mis-
take about that.
She would always look
her prettiest when my beau
came; biting her plump,
red lips to make them redder, and gaz-
ing into his eyes with her innocent-
looking blue ones, until my blood boiled
in my veins.
I despised her. 1 couldn't help it—
I that never before had spurned even
{lie worm beneath ny feet, much less
a human being. and that one my own
cousin. And now. here she was domi-
ciled beneath my roof,
ever, and: a great deal more aggravat-
ing. 3
“You are so sweetly situated, Clara,
she said, with one of her soft, little
sighs, the day after her arrival, “that
I almost regret not having married
myself.”
“J: wish
bluntly.
“But one might travel the world over
and: not find such a husband as
have, dear—so romantic,
you ' had,” 'I answered, |
you
SO demonstra. |
tive and full of soul, and, withal, so
Joving: and, with a still softer
Rose Burton crossed her white
in her lap and looked happy.
Yes, she was supremely happy, 1
have no doubt; for had she not planted
one of her old-time thorns de: deep
in my sensitive breast? My husband
was not romantie or out demon-
strative to me. Had he been so to her?
Her eulogy would have led meas to in-
fer as much, had 1 net
darling to be as true as
little wife he had chosen fie
many.
Rose was to spend the winter with
us, and she expected a gay time of it;
but, what with the failing health of
Robert's mother, who lived with us,
and the fragile delicacy of baby Maud.
we spent the most of our evenings at
home, entertaining but little company.
One morning Rose rushed into the
kitchen, where I was assisting Jane in
preparing dinner, with her usually pale
and placid face scarlet with rage.
known my
teel to the
nm among
“The insulting wretch!” cried she,
flinging herself into a chair.
“To whom do you allude, Rose?
said I, quite in alarm.
“To your husband, Robert Newman,
who has refused to accompany me to
the opera to-night, although Le knows
my heart was set upon going,” she
cried.
“He has his reason for doing so, I
suppose,” I said, calmly.
“His reason! that is the most exas-
perating part of it,” she replied.
to the grate and throwing the ix
tickets into the fire. “He prefers the
company of a miserable, puling infant
10 mine! Or that of a superannuated
old woman. Ill guit your house to-
night, and. I'll be revenged on him: for
his insult yet—see if I won't!”
As Rose turned, framed in by the
« doorway, with her eyes blazing and her
dark ‘hair streaming a half yard below
her waist, she looked like a tigress.
She went fo her room, refusing to
come down to dinner.
Robert looked troubled.
Why didn't you go with
dear?’ "I asked, as 1 passed him
soup. “Why should you an
Surely the baby is better, and t
no danger of the croup rein
night. You need not worry
£0. Robert.”
Yoo
W0Se,
his
ger her so?
here is
ning
about her
as pretty as |
| apparently dying of consumption.
“What do you mean, Clara?’
“Where is the baby you stole from
us,” I eried, “the night you left our
| house, seven years ago?’ !
“As I hope for mercy, Clara, T am
{ha! she shut the wd
| was Zone.
The echo of that mockis augh
sounds in my cars even to- eight
| years after the event.
{ After Rose had gone. Robert came
foxer and sat down by my side. Tears
| were in his handsome, hrown eyes, and
| his lip trembled as he spoke.
“Heaven knows, Clara, that a great
burden is off my mind now thal your
cousin is gone. I shudder to think
i what such a desperate woman. might
| have done when ler hopes were
I wish her no iil, but she has
1» a shadow in our happy household
i now go and baby
| sleeps.”
| ~rossed.
see if still
Lovingly and tenderly he put his arm
mabout my waist, and together we
cended the stairs to the nursery.
1t seemed like the first happy days of
our marriage, and 1 involuntarily ex-
imed:
“Robert. will this happindss last?”
“Heaven grant it, darling wife,” said
he. as he kissed me fondly, and then
bent down to turn back the light cov-
erlet of little Maud's cradle,
"The room was in semi-darknes
as I turned up the gas, Robert
wild and lighining-like glance
the room and into nurse's lap,
turned as pale as a ghost.
“Baby is not here!” 3
None can tell the bitterness of that
hour but those who have lost a beloved
child in the came way. The cofiin, and
the shroud, and the putting away of
the little form beneath the sod is noth-
ing compared with it. Rose, we knew,
had abducted our child, but where had
she gone? How true were her words,
“I take your happiness with me!”
The nurse had been drugged, and
| when she recovered her eonsciousness
| she grieved sorely for her lost charge.
It is useless-io tell of the months
| and years spent in seeking a clew to
the whereabouts of Rose Burton, of ihe
money expended and the flood of tears
shed to the memory of our first blue:
| eyed darling. Soven years passed, and
I the year of the World's Fair in Chicago
{ dawned. Robert and myself, in the
| month of June of that year, :took a
| trip to the metiopolis: of the West,
| s ing three days. On our arrival we
stered our names at the Sherman
| House. The second day of our stay
a note was sent up to our room written
in a weak, trembling female hand. It
ran thus:
Dear Cousin Clara—I saw the notice
of your arrival in the paper. Come to
as-
s, and,
gave
around
then he
me yourself. Don’t let. Robert come
this time. I think I am dying.
“ROSE BURTON.”
On the wings of love, pity and ex-
peciation, 1 fairly flew to the place
designated.
I found Rose in little room,
She
was sitting in an armchair when 1 en-
tered, and extended both ber hands to-
ward me, while the tears coursed down
her cheeks. My heart beat so that it
was with trembling I asked the all—to
me—important question:
“Where is my child?”
a poor,
a crime as that. 1
have wronged you, deeply wronged
you; for I loved your husband even
before you married him—Iloved him and
tried not to quench the unhallowed
flame—Dbut I never took your child.”
Truth shone in her dying eyes, and I
believed her; but my heart had now a
new sorrow. Where, oh, where was
my poor. golden-haired Maud, the child
that liad ever held the first place in
my soul next to Robert, albeit other
little olive branches clustered around
our table?
Poor Rose was convulsed with cough-
ing, and, after the fit was over, sh
my hand, burying her Head deep in
the pillow at the back of her chair,
for she had a story to tell.
innocent of such
took
“It. was not. my refusal {o uaccom-|
pany Rose that angered her, Clara; |
it was because I ordered her {o leave]
the room.”
“For what, Robert?”
“Go up and ask nurse,
baby’s arm.”
With my mother
repaired straig
Maud was sobbing hors 1
nurse's lap, and the poor,
arm, dimpled and so whit
ing, was black and blue Tr
to the elbow.
“How could you
manded of the nurs
the poor, bruised arm witl
“It wasn't me that dc
it all come of the des:
ton. She stooped to kis
the same time pinched
tender arm almost to a
and
heart i
let habyv
let baby
who was bs
“Qh, that aggravating nin 1
cried, as I clasped the little «
to my heart. ‘Is it not enough that |
she has tried te avin away the heart)
of my husband from: m
should also seek to injure ¢
child 7’
That ‘night, after tea,
our chamber to big
#Adieu!”’ she said, in a
sway. “You both hate me,
Four tonight, nev
but, remember, I take
ness with me! Your s
my retreat will be of
smile at the bare idea of cari
for my wi 1
aoor
house
eabouts, but we shall
| mamma, as
“1 have been thinking.” she said, in
her hollow voice, “what I saw from my
chamber window the day. I left your
house. I think I can. give you a clew
to your child.”
As she said this scme sound attracted
her attention, and she glanced toward
a side door, a look of terror .coming
into her eyes.
At this moment ‘a beautiful little
girl rushed into the room, and, going
up to the poor, dying woman, threw
her arms around her neck, exclaiming:
*] could not stay in the bedroom,
you told me, for I heard
vou cough so terribly I thought You
must want ur medicine, >
I kn 1ild in a moment. The
ect counterpart of Rob-
up to me in
The scalding
sumed up so long
1 forgave
supreme moment. She
r sinned, but so had
and had he not
of paradise?
yon br
Rose
Cross,
ought
she died she
to the
poor
faisehood,”
vice, “was that 1
] io
Ww 1 ever ow what a
in she had « mother,
h y call me
sen to. ax
Dakota | ore
iw fit to bring «
of His truth.”
epentant. Robert
and tl
our
home
that of
lamb that
| The Champion of Champion
Strong Men Was Donald
Binnie, a Braw Scot.
— ep
NOTHER champion strong
man looms up on the ath-
letic horizon, Gruhn ky
name, a London-born Ger-
man. Thischampionstrong-
man business has been
much overdone. Henry Labouchere
once said—and his opinion on any sub-
ject was always worth having—refer-
ring to Rochester, the hero in “Jane
Eyre” (and what a hero! matinee idols
please note!), “what earthly good does
it do to your fellow mortals even
though you can bend a poker double
with your hands, etc. Mere brute
strength is nothing.”
" Charlie, or Charley, Mitchell—-as
shrewd as you make ‘em and wealthy
now—(old-time boxing is to modern
boxing what the horse ear homeward
plodding its weary way is to the swift-
ly running trolley) once said: “I've no
use for champion sirong men, socalled.
They make me tired: They're the
biggest babies in the world. If they
are not headliners in the bills at a
benefit they put up a holler, and back
out at the moment.” A former
champion all-round athlete now in
New York (he is a Scot) says: “My al-
most invariable experiénce has been
that these so-called strong. men cer-
tainly lack the fighting instinct. Jef-
fries could take Sandow, Rolandow,
Hackenschmidt and Grubn in a ring
in one night and knock them out one
after the other inside cf three rounds
each, with the greatest ease.
“One would think, from the amount
of sickening gush that appears from
time to time about these so-called
champion strong men, that a: strong
man was not only a rara avis, but an
up-to-date institution.- Nothing of the
kind. Why, in our own day there was
the great Highland model. Donald Din-
nie, the greatest all-round athlete the
world has ever Scen. I have seen
Dinnie not only lift but dance about
the stage for ‘some time witlr a ‘ton
strapped to his shoulders. I have seen
him slowly muscle up ‘with his right
irm—not jerk up; that's nothing, for it
brings the whole body into play—a 178-
pound dumbbell; then hold out his arm
at full length and with his open palm
support a fifty-six-pound weight for
some time.
“The Highland
means not
strong man
iast
idea of the athlete
runner or jumper, but a
first; then if he likes he
may be also agile.: Dinnie held -the
record for putting the sixteen-pound
and the twenty-two-pound shots, and
at some of the Highland gatherings I
have seen him take prizes at flat rac-
ing, in almost record time, notwith-
standing his 225 pounds. He could
clear the hurdles like a deer chased
by wild hunters through the Adiron-
dacks, He was certainly the most
magnificent specimen of athletic man-
hood I ever saw, and I have seen all
the top-notchers—black, white and yel-
low—in the last thirty years. . In his
prime, about fifty-six inches around
the chest and nearly nineteen inches
around the biceps; trunk and limbs
like a gnarled oak tree, and five inches
taller than either Sandow or Hacken-
schmidt; and all over as rugged as the
rugged Highland hills whence he
sprang. We never shall look -upon his
like again.
“But, I repeat, this champion strong:
man business gives me a pain. There's
Corbett. When in training for his last
encounter with the lusty boilermaker
he made the mistake of his life fiddling
with weights and trash of that kind to
make himself strong (sic), instead of
sticking religiously to his natural bent
—quickness in jabbing - and’ getting
away. He danced around the erst-
while ‘redoubtable John' I. like ¢
cooper around a barrel—as quick:as a
dancing shadow-and cut him to pieces.
Little rapid-fire guns sometinies
there just as well as long toms and
pom-poms.
oet
“If so inclined, any one by incessant
practice ‘over a series of years can
make himself exceptionally ‘muscular,
very often, alas! at the expense of his
vitality; but, as we have said, ‘cui
bono? The game isn't worth the
candle. Sandow by the hardest kind
of labor has worked out his idea and
ideal of the strong man to wellnigh
perfection. But very ordinary-looking
chaps are walking the sireets of New
York® to-day, pursuing their modest
vocations, who do not know what a
dumbbell or a barbell is, but whe. in
virtue of some inherent nervous force,
or whatever you like to call it, could
make some of these so-called champion
strong men look like thirty cents in a
rough house. |
“One night, in the
saw quite a slim-looking
about, but
sma’ hours, 1
chap 1
the finest,
men that could be
wee
not one, seven of
got together. He handled them as if
they w SO many emp) acks of
fl are Seven’ had to exeonte
cdge-like interference man-
euvre |! re they could subdue this
unknown Samson. Truly the world
doesn’t know its atest men.
“Now, what is the conclusion of the
? Perfect health
ance and lity, not brute
And these st be bi for
hard as in getting mus
the greatest
1
WO Ig
just as
nlarity. One of
ic is activity.
WW of
I'he ure on ise depend;
God r 1 i r man to
1d
“In nature nothing is given; all is
sold. The first wealth is good health
(wholeness, soundness), and it must be
worked for like material. wealth.
Don’t jump into a car on the slightest
provocation, but see it out, even though
you have to walk fift I
“The best
blocks.
medi
breathing. : It is
chest is deep
irksome at first; but
RET IY,
Simple,
ward. Hackenschmidt says that five |
minutes’ vigorous exercise every morn-
ing is all that is required at home.
And when the good things of life are
put before you in the tempting shape
of all the delicacies of the season, have
the moral fibre to say—Well, blessed
be he who cries, “Hold! Enough!”’
Edison says people eat too much, and
Napoleon said that most of us dig our
graves with our teeth.
“It was Montesquieu, I think, who
said that dinner killed one-half the
people and supper ‘the other half.
Voltaire, a perfect glutton for work,
said at eighty-four that he owed his
life to lemonade and common sense.
The average duration of life is double
what it was 100 years ago, and there
is no good reason why man should not
live past the century mark.”’—Victor
Smith, in the New York Press.
“ALCONRY
A Sport That Still Belongs to the Life
of the Earth.
Most persons today think of falconry
as a sport belonging to the picturesque
past—to the day when knights and
pages and fair ladies, mounted on
steeds with rich trappings, their hood:
ed hawks perched on their gauntleted
wrists, rode through green fields in
such a gaily moving rageant as poets
and painters.loved to celebrate. But in
Chitral, a State on the northwestern
frontier of India, under British suzer-
ainty, it is still the popular pastime,
and the skilled Chitrali falconers think
nothing of training a wild hawk—the
wildest of wild creatures—to obedience
and serviceableness in fourteen days,
and have even been known to. ac-
complish the feat in five.” Major R. L.
Kennion, who went hawking with
Shuja-ul- Mulk, the mehtar, or native
ruler, of the country, has recently de-
scribed the sport as he saw and shared
it.
* The ground covered was wild and
‘precipitous, and the quarry, driven up
on the approach of the hunters by
eaters posted beforehand, was the
chakor;” a kind of fine, large native
partridge. : z
“Almost as the first distant shouting
of the ‘beaters reached us, a yell of
‘Hai! Hai! (Coming! Coming!) and
«warments wildly waved ‘in the air
signaled a single chakor. A stiff wind
was blowing down the valley, and he
passed out of gunshot below us at a
terrific pace. As he ‘went by, the
mehtar balanced and swung forward
the goshawk on his fist, and the bird.
with two strokes of her powerful
wines, was launched in pursuit.
“As she got under way the Chitralis
raised a prolonged shout. and the excite-
ment was so infectious we could barely
refrain from cheering her on ourselves.
We leaned over the wall to watch the
result, and were in time to cee the fiy-
ing chakor a brown ball 200 yards
away; but a bigger brown mass was
rapidly closing on it, and the two came
to earth together. A falconer at once
plunged down the hill to retrieve the
guarry and take up the hawk
“The mehtar immediately turned and
took a fresh hawk on his fist, but
scarcely had he done so when shouts
of ‘Hani! Hani!” (Many coming!) came
from the stops. and a covey flew down
the wind clcse below us. The mehtar
threw off lis goshawk, and another
of the party a shaheen falcon.
“And now the game was at its height.
Cries of ‘Hai! Hail’ or ‘Hani! Hani?
followed each other in quick succes-
sion, and the chakor shot by in single
birds and coveys. One after another
i) hawks were thrown off, and it
ras a magnificent sightfto see the
rat birds wheel round in the wind
and dart in pursuit. As each was
thrown off, a falconer dashed after
her at full speed to take up the hawk
if a kill had been scored, or to call
her off if unsuccessful.”
It will be observed that these swift
hunfers of the air were all” “she.”
Maile birds, or tercels, are also em-
ployed, but never at the same time
with the female, because in the falcon
family the lady is unmistakably the
better man. She is larger and stronger
and at least equally fierce; and in the
excitement of the occasion is too like-
ly to mistake her neighbor's mate, or
oven her own, for the quarry, and to
strike him down without allowing time
‘for explanations,
A Christinas Package.
The real things in this world are the
unreal; the things which we are sure
are the intangible—memory, sentiment.
As we verge past the meridian of life
the lessons taught us in childhood
come back to us revealed as. truths
misunderstood. In youth and middle
age we ibt these truths. Apparent
ntradictions confront us on every
hand. 3ut the passing years tell us
c
unmistakably, if we have eyes to see
and hearts to understand, that the
contradictions are but se ing. Ex-
cept ye become as little children, ye
cannot enter the Kingdom of Heaven!
ain living; oh thinking!
1 saw a poor old woman at Christ-
mad time-put a package in one of -Un-
cle San s mailing receptacles for large
parcels; a postage prepaid package of
happiness. She had a thin, worn and
faded red woolen shawl over her head.
As she turned I saw her face. It was
beautiful, though rugged and homely
Her thoughts were far away with the
loved one. for whom the package was
intended, and her features anticipated
the pleasure of the recipient; a plain,
homely face lit up, beautified,
transfigured by love and seli-saerifice.
No one could look at.-her and fot 8
vith reverence, truly it is more bles
to give than to receive.
rison McAdam.
In Favor of a New Cable.
the impossibility of 1re-
pairing the Canary Islands submarine
cable, the Spanish Minister of the I
avor of laying a new cable
Owing’ to
terior is i
George Har- |
INSTINCT OF FISH
“Mother Love’ of Other Creatures
Absent in These Beings.
“The female fish has no maternal in-
stinets whatever,” said J. Nevin, of
Madison, superintendent of the State
fish Hatcheries. “In fact, the fish is
the most unhuman creature in exist-
ence; that is, of the animals which
have any degree of intelligence at all.
“Perhaps it is well that it is so. for
if the parent fish took care of their
young as other creatures do the waters
of the earth would be filled with them
in a very short time. Under natural
conditions not one egg in a million
ever becomes a fish a year old. As an
example, I have seen®female brook
trout go up into the spawning places
and spawn their eggs and then turn
around and deliberately eat them.
“or the past few years I have been
much interested in experimenting with
bass and studying their ways Here
the male parent has some maternal
instincts apparently. He builds the
‘nest’ for the female, some little pocket
with a gravel hottom protected from
the strong current, but with plenty of
fresh water, and then hugs or pushes
the femal: into it. The eggs are
spawned by the female, who swims
away and leaves them to their fate.
The male fertilizes the eggs and then
for a few days watches over them,
‘fanning’ them occasionally to insure
a circulation of fresh water and keep-
ing off other fish who would devour
the eggs. The male fish have been
known to follow the little fry for sev-
eral days. protecting them until they
were able to care for themselves.
“I have seen a school cf say 1500
bass fry devoured in five minutes by
a few sun bass or perch minnows
Under the eare of the fish hatcheries
from fifty to ninety-five per. cent. of
the eggs became fish fry. How many
of the fry live to be a year old or so
after they are planted in the streams
it is very “hard to determine. It de-
pends so greatly upen conditions that
no reliable estimates ¢an be made.” —
Milw aukee Wiscon in.
MATERNAL |
The
For Justice to Baldheads.
For some time past a certain coterie
of Milwaukee men who are bald head-
ed have felt that they were being
swindled by baibers, who have charged
them the regular prices for Fair cut-
ting.
“It only takes a few minutes to cut
the hair of a bald headed man, yet
he has to pay as much as a man wiith
a wagon load to remove,” insist the
head conspirators, headed by former
Governor George W. Peck and E.
Powell.
“We don't charge for the actual
work, but for the time
quired to find it,”
Recently Mr.
and labor re-
retort the barbers,
Powell and some of his
friends have formed a club of bald
headed men, the object of which is
said to be to petition the legislature for
a bill in their behalf.
“What we wani,” explains Mr.
Powell, “is a bill passed by the legis-
lature by which barbers will be com-
pelled to regulate their charges about
s follows, as has already been drawn
up by a special committee of our club:
The man with a clear streak on top of
his head, 20, cents; top all bald. 15
cents: small streak around the border,
10 cents; no hair on head, free. This
bill was adopted by the club, and the
chairman willingly indorsed it. One
of the governor's men, however, ob-
jected to being selected to presert the
bill to the legislature, so another mem-
ber was selected to perform the duty.
It was claimed by one member that
the matter, being purely a local one,
the question should be taken up with
the board of public works.—Milwaukee
YWisconsin.
The Most Tedious Reading.
The proofreader took off his glasses,
wiped his tired eyes, and put his hat
on. “I'll go out and take a walk,” he
said. “I have been working two hours
on these timetables, and that is all my
nerves will stand.”
“No work,” he continued, “is harder,
more tedious, or more wearing than
this timetable proofreading. So much,
you see, depends upon accuracy. If in
thre proofreading of a book an error or
wo is made a laugh or a frown is the
only consequence, but an error in a
timetable may mean a disaster.
“Sometimes we go over a timetable
seventy and eighty times before we
finally O. K. it. We get to know the
timetable by heart. We can r:ttle off
the t trains 7. 3:14, 3:26, and so on—
raphs. How wearing the
a busy season I have lost
in a week."—New York
He Knew IIis Place.
Last summer, dur
a dertain Scottish mi battalion, a
company was ordered ot one day for
targ vet practice. The “marker” on this
the training of
DC n was an old militiaman named
Se who was noted for his sim-
Before the firing began the
in charge of the firing took
all was ready
he observed Sandy
front of the target.
- the man insdne the sergeant
couple of men hastened to the
In an authoritative voice the
qe nanded the meaning of
conduct and branded
as a fool, “I am nae sic a fool
think,” retorted Sandy. *I ken
afest place £7 me. 1 marked for
-ompany once before.’—Glasgow
s hors ror,
tanding in
Harrow’s Head Boy a Jew.
Anthony de Rothschild, youngest son
g popular Mr, Leopold de Roths-
is head boy at Harrow school.
is the first time, says the London
© that this coveted distinction has
fallen to a Jewish boy who has not
conformed. to the linary religious
exercises of the school, and who has
between Spain and the Canaries, and
keep it up and
great avi
11. he your Te-
another to the north of Africa.
availed bi iseld the generous con-
§ vr the Harrow au-
cholars,
On the State railways in Germany
the colors of the carriages are the
same as the tickets of their respective
classes; thus first-class carriages are
yellow, second-class green and thir -
class white.
A French farmer, who kept a num-
ber of dogs and cats, constructed inge-
niously, in order to protect the latter
from the former, a veritable cat's nest,
which he placed among the branches
of a stunted oak tree. .
When all the railways now building
in that State are completed, Texas will
not fall far short of having fifty per
cent. more ‘main track than Illinois,
which was the State of greatest rail-
road mileage until recently.
The street curb meat market. lo-
cated in a wagon, seems so tenacious
of existence in some sections of the
country that the theory. of disease
germs has no effect whatever. This is
particularly true of the South, but it
applies as well to other parts of the
country.—New York’ National Provis-
ioner.
Some one who has been investigating
the question of superstition among
thieves gives the conclusion that burg-
lars will not enter any. house where
the domestic squints. If one of the
craft sees three different horses, falt
down in one day he takes it as a bad
pmen. One English burglar confessed
that his profession never “burgles’”
houses number ed 2, 93,411 and 444.
A novel and apparently successful
burglar alarm which was racently put
up in the store-of a Baltimore grocer
has the merit of simplicity and cheap-
ness. He placed over 'the door of the
grocery an ordinary shovel, hung on a
nail so that when the door opened the
shovel ayould fall and make a racket.
Burglars visited the place the other
night, the shovel did all that was ex-
pected of it, and the Ce Alariped
by the noise. rook to their hee
CHUKCHEES
of Suicides Living in
eagtern Siberia.
A Russian
ing about Si ia.
“In that strange land,” he said, “the
strangest thing is the suicidal tend-
ency of the Chukchees. Among the
Chukchees, actually, suicide i8 one of
the most common forms of death.
“The Chukchees live in northeastern
A Nation Norih=
correspondent was talk-
Siberia. They are small and copper
colored. They dress in skins and ride
reindeer. Tallow and raw kidney
are their chief delicacies. In every
Chulkchee house hangs a death coat.
“A Chukchee doesn’t kill himself by
his own hand. He appoints his near-
est relatives—his wife, son or daughter
—to do the deed. And the delegate
never rebels, never declines this sad
and horrible task.
“Innumerable are the causes of sui-
cide—jealousy, unrequited love, an in-
curable disease, melancholy, poverty
and so on. i
“I knew a man who was prosperous
and apparently happy. Suddenly a de-
sire for death seized Lim. ‘In three
moons,” he said, ‘I will go to my fath-
ers.’ And he calmly settled Lis affairs,
and at the appointed time bade his
wife to knot a cord about his throat
and his two sons to pull upon this
cord till he would be strangled. He
died, they told me, joking. :
“Phe death eoat, which hangs im
every Chukchee house, has a hood. It
is for use in suicide. The hood hides
the facial contortions of the dying.
“There are Chukchee families where-
in suicide is hereditary, whergin it is
a point of honor for ithe sons to kill
themselves, a natural death being re-
garded in such families 25 dGisgrace-
fal and scandalous, a sign of the most
unpardonable cowardice.
“the Chukechees, despife their
cidal tendency, are a happy
healthy people, moral, truthful,
and te fate.” —St. 1
Democrat.
sui-
and
brave
Globe-
The Law and Deer.
F. J. AMorris, a diver home-
steader, last ¢ lit{le doe
scarcely a
3 farm incl
ing
Morris
fawn,
into I
Mrs.
osure.
took t waif in and by feeding it
;ith warm milk from a bottle soon
soon showed no
woods to
ve it strength. It
to return to..the
disposition
live in the wild stage, and it became a
great pet of the children. Intending
to remove with his family to Hibbing
to spend the wii
take the fawn along
State Game Warden sR,
lerton for permission. r ullerton
replied that he could grant per-
mission to keep a Ceer captivity.
vhat to do
it behind
by hunt-
Morris now does not kn
with bis pet. If he
lmost sure to be kiile
ers before the year is out; if he takes
it to town le is liable ‘io arrest for
violation of the State game laws, and
ha has not the heart to kill the little
animal which voluntarily pat Its life
in his hands.—St. Paul Pionegr-Press.
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Trafal-
has
Great Britain’s Railroad Men.
The railways companies of England
and Wales employ between them 312,-
000 men. The Scottish’ and Irish
rompanies employ 40,000 men between
them.
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