THE SCE.
tSSatoCtKW,i un,fevereW e. '
Ut- enlou Wtes of truth he
frPVhVS fier?,wisdom and the Orient,
has be?n' hat "haU
Provisioned of the madness and the moan
-tie stood where Asia, crowned with rav-
lshment,
1 He curtain of love' inner shrine had
,. rent,
And after had gone scarred by the unseen.
here h' touch there was a .treasure
I And in it was a gleam, hut not of a-old:
! Ana on it, like a flame, these words
t 1vere scro'll'l:
I keep the mintage of eternity. '
i no comes to take one coin may take the
rest,
'And all may come-but not without the
key."
Edward Arlington Robinson,
EiwiiiiiiiiS
A Double Identity
By Mary Wlckhara.
.AtO. KS, It was a foregone con
a -m-f k elusion.
P V O All their friends knew
tliey would mnrry.
TQC Even the mothers on both
Bides agreed they were made for eneli
other, so thorough was the sympathy
between them.
George put Ills thoughts into his
pictures. They spoke such feeling and
love that they sold tremendously and
lunde his same famous,
i Now, GIndys had one secret.
She wrote poetry, but was so dif
fident about her verses that she had
not told her lover. She also was
obliged to take the world into her eon
'fidenee. Like Mrs. Browning, her son
nets, under the title of "Sylvia's Love,"
brought her fame and renown.
One day the book fell into George's
bands, and then arose the misunder
standing. By intuition he felt they were writ
ten for him. Loyalty to Gladys and
love for Sylvia fought in his heart day
by day, making him morose and
gloomy. Finally his visits grew few
and far between.
1 Gladys noticed his preoccupation and
began to fret. Had she bpen too bold
In telling the world of her love? Could
be have discovered the authorship of
the sonnets?
. Pride kept her tongue tied and the
meetings of the lovers grew fewer and
Colder.
All the world wondered and re
marked at the estrangement.
"How pale Gladys looks, George,"
Bald his mother anxiously. "Do you
think she is fretting?"
He gulped down a great cup of cof
fee, scalding himself in the endeavor.
"I er have not noticed, mother," he
Said, with averted face.
"Have you quarreled?" she queried.
"No, mother. Whatever put that
thought in your head?"
"I could not imagine a quarrel," re
plied his mother, "because you seemed
to understand one another so thorough
ly. Surely you have not grown tired
of each other?"
"I do wish yon would not interfere
With my affairs," exclaimed her son
pettishly, pushing his chair away from
the table. "Foor little Gladys," he
muttered, going upstairs. "Ought I
to tell her how I feel?"
Left to herself, his mother sighed.
"How unlike George!" she said. "I
Wish I could do something."
"Gladys," asked her mother, "what is
the matter with you? You never cat
anything and you are getting as pale
8 a ghost lias George been unkind
to you?"
Gladys burst into tears.
I do not know, mother," she fal-
tered. "I fear George is getting tired
of me, and I did think he loved me."
She looked tearfully out of the win
fiow, where a brown thrush was warb
ling to his mate from a wild cherry
tree.
"I thought you were made for each
Other," answered her mother thought
fully. "I cannot think that about
Ceorge. Why do you not ask him?
It would be better to break the en
gagement than live forever misera
ble." "I hardly like to ask him," said the
girl hesitatingly. "Yet would sooner
break it off if he has really grown tired
of me. Only it will be so horrid!"
One afternoon George came in.
1 Gladys was alone at tea. Polite but
old greetings took place.
Yes, George would take a cup of
tea, and "Ah, thank you, two lumps,
please!"
In the old days Gladys was quite
ware of his sugar-loving propensities.
But his stern, set face made her hard
en her heart, though it was beating
ivery tumnltuously. She had deter,
mined to have it out before George
bade her farewell.
Strangely enough, George had made
Ills visit for the same purpose.
, "George."
I "Gladys."
1 "I beg your pardon, Gladys, what
-ere you going to say?"
I Poor Gladys broke down.
' "Oh, George, dear," she cried hys
terically, "do not be so horribly polite.
iWhat is the matter with you? What
bas changed you? Have I offended
you, or" she hesitated "have you
trown tired of me?"
"No, no, Gladys," he answered has
tily; "I love you dearly. But," he add
ed, looking rather foolish, "I love some
ne else equally as well."
' "Oh, George!" cried the girl, with a
carlet face, "how can you talk so?
SVho is she?"
"I do not know. I do not even know
tier name, though I bwve tried hard to
discover it."
"But I do not understand," aha com
mented, looking 'at him in bewilder
ment.
"It is Just this: She Is the writer ot
some lorely poems poems which I
should like a woman to write for me.
I feel In lovo with you, Gladys, be
cause of the strong allintty between
ns on many subjects. When it cornea
to the greatest of all themes you are
dumb and I am the lover. The love is
all on my side."
"George, dear, t could not speak,"
she said, trembling, "but I "
He went on regardless of her Inter
ruption.
."Now, this woman inspires me. I
feel she is my Ideal woman. I talk
to her and I con over her pooms ns I
paint. Yet all the while I am thinking
of you aud wishing you could speak
so."
Ho paced up and down the room aud
then sat down by her side.
"Why," he cried, taking a little hand
and fondling it, "I am so crazed that
I am actually painting a picture to my
unknown Ideal. I have called it "Who
is Sylvia?'" He did not notice her
glad start of wonder and recognition,
but went on musingly. "I have put a
troubadour under a balcony. He is
looking up to a window, where a hand
is opening the casement.
"Why do you laugh ?" he added short
ly. "I am quite serious."
Gladys laughed long and merrily.
She knelt down by his side.
"You dear, silly boy," she cried;
"your Sylvia may be a faded, gray-
haired old lady, lamenting the lost love
of her youth, or she may be a happily
married dame with a merry troop of
children, Perhaps she is a man like
tho writer of 'An English Woman's
Love Letters,' or she may be an im
possible person. A soul does not al
ways dwell under a beautiful cover
ing." "If I thought any of your sugges
tions were true," said George, dubious
ly, "I "
"Would keep to the fid one?" she
said, coaxlngly. "George, dear, you
said you loved me once and promised
to marry me. . . . Y'ou are the only
man I ever cared for." She looked
wistfully at him. "Do not throw me
over for a mere caprice or fancy. If
we have loved once it should be for
aye, for true love can never alter."
"Now you are talking like Sylvia,"
answered George, softly, gazing at
her.
She certainly looked very sweet with
the love-light brimming in her pretty
eyes. After all, the writer of the
poems might turn out to be a dyspep
tic. Most of the minor poets ha knew
were atUicted in that way.
"George, dear," she whispered, "It
would be so awful to change now we
have fixed the day that is, if you still
lovo tho Gladys you imagined me to
be."
"I know, darling. I have been a
brute. Forgive me," ho said con
tritely. "I will read Sylvia no more. I
will Imagine you are at the casement,
and I will give you the picture for a
wedding present.-'
Ho kissed and fondled her as he
spoke. He could see how, unhappy
she looked.
"And I," she answered, shyly, blush
ing under his kisses, "will give you
my present on the morning after we
are married."
George kept to his word and hla
sweetheart.
The onlookers declared, therefore a
lovers' quarrel had been made up.
The day of the wedding had arrived.
Everything passed off beautifully,
until, at the supreme moment, George
suddenly remembered Sylvia and shud
dered. The girl at bis side pressed
closer and gave him a pathetic little
glance.
At tho breakfast he appeared quite
distrait, aud the guests commented
on his preoccupied air.
He talked to his newly made wife
with a great effort for the rest of the
day, but she only smiled tenderly at
him and would not notice anything
amiss in his unloverllke behavior.
At breakfast tho next morning he
still appeared 111 at ease. In reality he
felt ashamed of himself. Sylvia had
filled his dreams all night.
"George, dear husband," said Gladys,
at the end of the silent meal, "I have
left your present on the dressing table.
Will you go and look at it." She
flushed painfully as she spoke. Surely
a woman should not need to woo her
husband!
"Certainly," he answered, glad of
an opportunity of escaping from his
uncomfortable position.
Ho hurried up stairs, where he
walked to the dressing-table, and found
a copy of "Sylvia's Love." It bore the
Inscription: "From tho writer, Gladys,
to her only love."
In the meantime Gladys haNd walked
to the window. There she watched the
play of a wave-kissed blue sea spark
ling with sunshine. And there Georfge
found her.
He put his arm about her and drew
her to his side with a tender, clinging
caress. Once more ho was the dear
George of old. She knew no shadow
of misunderstanding would ever come
between them again.
Presently he spoke. "Write me,"
he said, slowly, 'as one of the biggest
fools in creation. I ought to have
guessed you were my Sylvia. How
could I haye been so blind! My dar
ling! I hope I may ever prove worthy
of sucli love the love of my ideal
woman!"
Bhe smiled at him through happy
tears as their Hps met In one long
kiss. American Queen.
No Business
"You have no business In polltlca."
Thus spoke the Dictator angrily.
"I know I haven't," said the Rich
Young Candidate. "I do not own a
street railway or an insurance com
pany or a food trust or anything; like
that. Having no business in politics,
I feel all the better fitted to be a faith
ful public servant" Newark News.
i raffle
A WOMAN CORONER.
Miss Loulso A. Miller, who had been
deputy coroner of Westmoreland
County, Pa., recently died. She was
twenty -two years old. In a protracted
absence of the coroner Miss Miller
bad full charge of the office, attending
to all the details connected with the
work. In 1004 she prevented the
county sheriff from making a public
spectacle of a hanging after all the
other county officers had failed. Miss
Miller was appointed deputy coroner
over forty male applicants.
SIIOrriNG IN SUNSHINE.
-An Englishwoman says it Is her law
never to shop except on a sunuy day.
She never, she Insists, makes a mis
take on a sunny day. She declares
there Is nothing one can buy safely but
stamps when the sun is absent 'There
la a good deal in her theory. Shop
ping on a gloomy day is a good deal
like writing a letter when in a fit of
the blues. The sun comes out, one's
mood changes, and one regrets what
one has said, and what one has bought.
In spite of this, as everyone can see,
It Just takes a rain to bring women
out When the weather is the worst
them the fair ones hie themselves to
shop, each under the impression that
all the others will stay home, and she
.Will have the whole store to herself.
And maybe this is why so many
things have to be "taken back."
Philadelphia Bulletin.
TnE INQUIRING MAIDEN.
A young maiden sought the counsel
of two wives.
"Tell me," said she, "when I nm
wed, is it wise to be Jealous of my
husband?"
Said one wife: "
"Often1 am I Jealous of my hus
band, but carefully do I hide my Jeal
ousy. Thus, ho doth never suspect it,
and so do I keep Ills love aud his re
spect." Spoke the other wife:
"I care not what my husband may
do, and never am I Jealous of him.
Yet often do I pretend that I am
greatly Jealous and exhibit brave fits
of Jealousy before him. Thus do I
keep his love and his respect."
"Ah," quoth the young maiden, "I
learn, then, that tho wise woman con-
cealeth Jealousy when it Is present,
and felgneth it when it Is absent. Re
membering this, I too shall be en
abled to keep my husband's love and
his respect." Carolyn AVclls, In Life.
NEEDS AT BOARDING SCHOOL.
One good tailored suit, with silk
waist to match.
A shirt waist suit of Panama cloth
or brllliantine.
A separate woolen skirt In walking
length.
Another separate skirt, very short.
Two white pique or duck skirts.
One light silk or voille, for teas.
etc.
A white silk shirt waist and a flan
nel waist.
Three or four white shirt waists,
aome thick.
One pretty light evening dress.
A warm wrapper and a kimono.
Two hats, one best one second best,
and a tarn o' shanter for knockabout
A heavy winter coat, a rain coat, an
evening coat if she can afford non-es-Bentials,
and a sweater.
Kid gloves for street and evening
and woolen gloves for ordinary winter
wear.
Walking or dancing shoes, and a pair
Of Arctics or rubber boots.
Plenty of plain under clothing, as
extra laundry charge Is made for too
much elaboration.
If she Is not going home for the
Easter vacation, a spring Jacket and
several tub suits will be needed.
WnAT A WISE WTIFE KNOWS.
She knows that homo is more than
half what you make it, and that a
builder of a happy home is a success
indeed. She knows that it takes two
to prolong a family quarrel, one can
therefore terminate It She knows
filling a house with bargains keep a
couple from owning the house in
which they place them. She knows
that if we thought all we said we'd be
Wise, but if we said all we thought
we'd he foollsr. She knows that some
people sneer at love In a cottage, but
love that could wish to live anywhere
else is not love. She knows that proud
people seldom have friends. In pros
perity they know nobody; in adversity
Bobody knows them, says Woman's
Life. She knows that to make long
lived friendships one must be slow in
making them. She knows that the
woman who gains a trifle meanly is
meaner than the trifle. She knows
that "it Is less pain to learn in youth
than to be ignorant in old age." She
knows that if she cannot throw
brightness over her homo it is best
not to throw a wet blanket over it
Bhe knows that the wife who thinks
he Is perfect Is generally the most
Imperfect The unwise wife may
profit by studying what t,he wise
woman knows.
THE REAL HOME.
"I don't think much of this place,"
remarked a young woman to the friend
with whom sho was attending an ama
teurish entertainment, "but it la bet
ter than staying at home." Do you
retllM the full meaning of that re
mark? Home was the last place to be
considered, a spot tliat offered shelter
at night and meals when they were not
to be found elsewhere, but nothing
pleasurable.
Home does not mean very much to
either men or women, yot never was
so much done for tho comfort of both.
Modern homos are fairly teeming with
temptations to rest and be luxurious
and comfortable. There are more new
books and Interesting magazines put
forth every month than the ordinary
mortal can vend, aud furnishings are
of the most alluring kind. Yet with
all these attractions we are continual
ly searching for distraction, something
better than home, yet not so much,
after all, Judging by the young wo
man's remark on the cutertalmnent.
One can readily understand the rest
lessness of an occupant of a discom
fortablo little bedroom In a lodging
house. The dinglness Is depressing
even when the furniture Is comfort
able. It requires a lot of ingenuity and
a host of personal belongings to give
a "homey" air to such an apartment
But restlessness Is not confined to such
places. Lovely homes are deserted for
any amusement. The lnmntes of those
homes prefer second-rate meals in
crowded restaurants to their own table
and good food.
A man whose Income is derived from
very hard work said recently that he
never attended evening entertain
ments. He preferred his home and
family, his books aud papers and bed
at an early hour. All theatre-going
was done In the afternoon and only
daylight functions were considered by
either husband or wife. He said that
he lived so rapidly during business
hours that It was a positive pleasure
to throw off haste with his office coat,
go homo as comfortably ns possible,
make a leisurely toilet and a more leis
urely evening meal, chat without re
gard to time and spend a few hours
like a rational being. And he is bring
ing up his family to Just such whole
some ideas.
Men are growing move contented,
while women are acquiring the restless
spirit. Masculine clubs are not the
pivot of life, apparently, except for
man-led men. Bachelor quarters are
powerful rivals, both to clubs and
matrimony. But poor woman cannot
get used to a solitary life, so she pre
fers people outside of home to loneli
ness within it. She might take a com
panion, but dislikes the idea of be
ing forced to put up with companion
ship at the rare intervals when she
wants to be alone. Inconsistent to the
end, you see.
So few of us are resourceful. We
are dependent upon the outside world
for distraction. We profess to pnjoy
sewing, yet work under pressure and
And weariness rnther than rest. We
express a fondness for rending and
seem to be unable to pin our attention
to a book or paper. There is no better
relaxation for a woman who has strug
gled all day in the business world than
to cat a leisurely dinner or supper, get
Into a comfortable house dress and
slippers, find an easy chair and n well
shaded lamp and settle down to lose
herself in a new world, that pictured
bv a skillful pen. And there is so much
to rend thnt one can afford to be criti
cal and harit to please.
There would have to be an occa
sional bit of amusement, of frivolity,
even, to keep this relaxation from be
coming monotonous. But the major
ity of us have moro than Is good for
us. After all wo are not very good to
ourselves. We overwork and overin
dulge our bodies ond brains, and won
der why they give out. Washington
Times.
Handkerchiefs have diminished to
tho fnost Inconsequent trifles.
Jeweled crosses are most popular
pendant after the ubiquitous heart
locket.
Every girl with pretensions of pret
collide of pairs of finest
mull ties, which she attaches to her
lingerie.
Moro Jewelry is being worn than for
years past. Three collar pins, a big
brooch, a necklace, a long chin with
pendant, and two handsome bolt
buckles all appear at the same time
on tho average woman.
There is use for all the nice little
buckles you can annex. One does not
only buckle one's belt and sash in
these elaborate days, but also one a
rvilliir sleeve RtrnnB. bodice bows
bows of any sort in fact and ospcclal-
' one s shoe bows.
What could be prettier than the
charming little flower aprons, designed
to resemble some flower, tue color
ing of which is cnrrled out in the fab-
rle chosen? There are rose aprons
nink linen, daisy and geranium
aprons, and cutest of all, a four-leaf
clover apron, three leaves for the
apron and one for the bib.
Since there are no more new orna
ments to be invented, tho necessary
thing is to devise new ways or wear
ing the old ones and the newest fancy
Is to wenr those lovely necklaces of
aqua-marines and similar stones un
der th thin volte of tho lingerie waist
tholr glitter through the transparency
having a pleasing cnecu
SNAKE BITES BOOMED
THE BANK.
Texas Planters Leacn the Danger
of Farmyard Hiding Placet and
Deposits Are Doubled.
The farmws of the Flatonln (Texas)
section of the cotton belt for some
reason have long been shy -of banks,
and have been in the habit of putting
their money In receptacles of various
kinds, such as old shoes and eaus.
A few weeks ago Charles Bosler, a
farmer living near Flatonla, went to
a corner of his yard one day, and in a
few minutes caino hurrying back,
shouting to his wife that he had been
bitten by a eopperhead snake. Bosler
came near dying from the effects of
the snake's poison, and It was not until
two days after the snake bit him that
Bosler was able to tell how It hap
pened, i He had gone to get $50 he had
on deposit In an old shoe under a
board in the corner of the yard, and as
he reached in to get the shoe the snake
struck him.
Upon hearing the story Mrs. Bosler
went out to get tho money where her
husband had left It. The shoe was still
under board, and the farmer's wife
reached into to get It, when she caught
a glimpse of a copperhead snake lying
there. She was not quick enough to
Jerk her hand back before the snake
struck her. It sank its fangs in her
thumb so deep that she dragged the
copperhead along from under the board
when she pulled her hand out. She
shook it loose and ran screaming to the
house.
As soon ns he had attended to his
wife's snake bite, Farmer Bosler got
his gun, went out to the place where
the snake seemed to be standing guard
and lifted the board. Colled on the
old shoe was the copperhead and It
showed fight at once. Bosler Jumped
aside and shot the serpent's head off.
The $30 was all right In the shoe and
Farmer Bosler removed it to the house.
The news of the adventure of the
Bosler family with the copperhead
snake soon spread about tho neighbor
hood, and then the farmers began com
ing Into Flatonla every day to deposit
In the banks all sorts and conditions of
money. The cashier of the First Na
tional Bank of Flatonla says that for
the week ending Saturday tho deposits
in that bank were double what they
had been in any previous week in its
history.
WISE WORDS.
Lore may be blind, but it usually
finds a way.
A premature start often means a to
previous finish.
Work is n Joy when the loved ones
share the fruits.
Feet that never stumble never carry
their owners far.
A kind word now Is bettor than a
floral emblem hereafter.
It is better to wear out than to rust
out, and unwise to do either.
Sincerity Is tho only foundation
upon which to build true success.
Tho world rarely thinks well of a
man who docs not think well of him
self. Women Teachers.
According to an analysis of the cen
sus statistics relating to teachers,
made by Prof. Walter Wilcox, of Cor
nell University, eighty per cent, of the
teachers in large cities are women,
In all countries the greater part of
the teaching is done by women, bui
In tho United States tho excess of
female teachers over male is greatest
Calculating the school age as from
five to twenty-four, Professor Wilcox
finds an average of one teacher to
every seventy-one pupils, or 140 teach
ers for every 10,000 pupils, and that
teachers exceed the total number of
clergymen, lawyers nnd physicians.
In 1000 Nevada had the largest pro
portional number of tpnehers; Ver
mont ranked second, Maine third, and
Iowa fourth. Tho proportion of teach
ers was smallest In some of the South
ern States. During tho past decado
the proportion has Increased in every
State and Territory, the increase reach
ing a maximum In the State of Wash
ington. The Stales of the North and
West showed a greater increase than
those of the South.
The proportion of teachers in cities
having at least 25,000 inhabitants Is
greater than In smaller cities or coun
try districts. This condition, however,
is not prevalent iu all divisions of tho
United States. In tho North Atlantic
and north central divisions tho larger
cities are not so well supplied with
teachers as the smaller cities and coun
try districts. Now York World.
Too Many MennlnRless Tilings.
Tho avernge house is too full of fur
niture and meaningless things.
Everything in tho house that does
not add something to tho convenience,
happiness or education of the family
or some member of tho family is an
extravagance.
To be sure, every house needs a vase
or two for flowers, but so many of
these vases one sees are too fancy for
nse and are good for nothing but to
stand upon the mantel and be dusted.
A Kent Mult Not Flo-Faced.
The Jeer Swami of TIrukurungudi.
an ancient and Influential mutt In
the Tinncvelly District, Madras, has
presented the Madras Museum a
stone pillar from the precincts of the
Pandyan era in "Vatt Ezhutte" char
acter. Lahore Tribune.
ZIksok Heredity.
"Whom do your two little boys re
emble, Mrs. Flitter?"
"Well, the homely boy looks like
his father and acts like me, aud the
pretty one looks like me and acts like
bli father."-LIfe.
Forfhe
Younger
CtitlHren.
RHYMING PUZZLES.
I know a very ancient game,
Now see if you can guess;
IU name begins with che
And ends with double S. .
The horseman, the parson,
The king and his wife,
All went to battle,
' And fought for dear life.
The dwarfs ran ahead.
But the king was afraid.
And back of his castle
He prudently stayed,
Till a horseman came jumping
Right over the house,
And caught the poor king
In a trap like a mouse.
From the St. Nicholas.
GLADSTONE AND THE LOVERS.
About twenty years ago a Bboemaker
came to London and established a
small workshop, but iu splto of indus
try and strict attention to business be
continued so poor that he bad not even
enough money to buy leather for work
.which had been ordered.
One day ho was in the whispering
gallery of St. Paul's Cathedral, with
his betrothed wife, to whom he con
fided the sad condition of his affairs,
and tho impossibility of their marriage.
Tho young girl gave him all her small
earnings, with which he went next day
to purchase the required leather, with
out however, knowing that he was
followedby a gentleman commissioned
to make Inquiries about him.
The shoemaker wag not a little sur
prised when the leather merchant told
blm ho was willing to open a small ac
count with him. In this way did for
tune begin to smile upon him, and soon,
to his great astonishment, he received
orders from tho wealthiest circle in
London society, and his business be
came so well established that he was
able to marry, and have a comfortable
borne of his own.
Ho was known In London for years
Three hundred aud ninety-six years ago John'Calvln was horn.
FIND MICHAEL SEE.VETUS. WHOM HE BURNED.
From Brooklyn Daily Eagle.
as the "Parliament Shoemaker," bnt
only when, to please his German wife,
he left London for Berlin, did the
leather merchant tell him that ho owed
bis "credit account" to none other than
Mr. Gladstone. The Cabinet Minister
had been in tho whispering gallery
when the poor shoemaker had been
telling his betrothed of his poverty,
and, owing to the peculiar acoustics
of the gallery, had heard every word
that had been said. British Weekly.
. THE GAME OF AUTHORS.
'At our book club the other afternoon
we varied our usual serious discussion
of weighty problems by a little liter
ary game that I think it may help to
pass on for the cousins. I do not think
tho young people In tho country live
up to their opportunities for social
amusements, and I would suggest that
we have a discussion of ways and
means in Social Chat What do you
lay to that, Aunt Jennie? Here is the
game with the answers to which I
have referred. Read tho descriptions
and see how many authors can be
guessed:
Th n oldest author Adams.
The youngest author Child.
The healthy author-Hale.
The sickly author Haggard.
The fragile author Reade.
The coliier'8 author Coleridge.
The farmer's author Fields.
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The sportsman's author Hunt
Tho harvester's author Hay.
The pugilist's author Knox.
The warrior's author Shakespeare.
The ditcher's author Trench.
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The chef's author Cooke.
The dude's author Taylor.
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The cunning author Fox.
The pontifical author Pope.
Tho evasive author Dodge.
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The painful author Bunyan.
Hit groaning author Paha
The dangerous author Wolfe.
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Tho refreshing author Brooks
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Gabriel's author Home.
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Eleanor, in the Progressive Farmer. ,
THE OBSERVING ROBIN.
I once observed a robin boring fot
grubs in a country doorway, says John
Burroughs, In Outing. It is a common
enough sight to witness one seize an
angle worm and drag It from its bur
row in the turf, but I am not snr
that I ever before saw one drill fot
grubs and bring the big white morsel
to the surface.
The robin I am speaking of had 9
nest of young in a maple nearby, and
she worked the neighborhood very in
dustriously for food. She would run
along over the short grass after the
manner of robins, stopping every few
feet, her form stiff and erect Now
and then she would suddenly bend her
head toward the ground and bring eye
and ear for a moment to bear Intently
upon it. Then she would spring to bor
ing the turf vigorously with her bill,
changing her attitude at each stroke,
alert and watchful, throwing up the
grass roots nnd little Jots of soil, stab
bing deeper and deeper, growing every
moment more and- more excited, tin
finally a fat grub was seized a
brought forth. Time after time during
several days I saw her mine for grubs
In this way and drag them forth.
How did she know where to drill?
The insect was in every case an inch
below the surface. Did she hear it
gnawing the roots of the grasses ol
did she see a movement in the turf
beneath which the grub was at workl
LE.
I know not. I only know that she
struck her game unerringly each time.
Only twice did I see her make a few
thrusts and then desist, as if she had
been for the moment deceived.
A STIRRUP RACE.
This new athletic patime is a Tery
amusing "event," and is "rua off" wltii
one leg hobbled to the broomstlclti
which takes its place. A look at the'
accompanying drawing will show yon
how' to prepare for the stirrup race.
Procure a long, thin pole. Then at
tach the leather or rope stirrup, which
can be easily prepared by making a
noose Id one end and tying the other,
end to the upper part ot the stick.
The stirrup should be about four feet
long, so yon will have no difficulty la
throwing It over your shoulder.
The rules are very simple. The sus
pended foot In the stirrup must not;
touch the ground nor the stirrup length,
be removed from Its position over the
shoulder. A hundred-yard "dash" llt'
be plenty long enough for the coarse,
ing machines very freely.
Four negroes are in the service of the
Imperial family of Russia.
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