THE LITTLE 8I8TER
"H there arise nmon you a prophet or
a dreamer," IH-ut. xlll., 1.
I have left a basket of dates
In the cuol, dark room that Is under the
vine,
Some cunis get out In two little crimson
plates,
'And a flask of the amber wine,
And cakes most cunningly beaten
Of savory herbs and spies and the deli
cate wheaten
Flour that Is best,
And all to llRhten his spirit and sweet-
en his rest.
This morning1 he cried, "Awake,
lAnd see what the wonderful grace of
the Lord hath revealed!"
'And we ran for his sake,
But 'twas only the dawn outspread o'er
our father's field,
And the house of the potter white In the
valley below.
But his hands were upraised to the east
and he cried to us, "So
Te may pondor and read
The strenfith and the beauty of God out
rolled in a fiery screed."
SHOULDER TO
i The young pastor stood by the gate
nd shaded his eyes as he looked
'down the road. As the approaching
Igure came a little nearer, he under
stood the oddity of Its appearance.
jThere were two men, and one of them
was carrying the other on his baclt.
When they reached the pastor the bur
4en hearer paused. He was a stout
Jellow of more than medium height.
"Howdy, sir," he said In a deep
voice, "I trust you are quite well?"
"Quite well, thank you," the young
yastor replied.
The burden on the stout man s back
fquirmed uneasily. "Lerame down,
Worn," it said.
The stout man's voice suddenly soft
ened. "You ain't a bit heavy, Phil.
Don't you get down unless you're tired
riding."
"I am tired," said the burden.
"Friend of mine who's a little bit
nder the weather," the stout man ex
plained. "Got a bit tired coming up
that lShg hill, and that's how I hap
pened to be toting him."
I The pastor looked at the stout man's
friend. He was only a boy of eigh
teen, perhaps, whose appearance
howed the ravages of a wasting dis
ease. "Phil ain't what you'd call pretty ro
bust," the stout man somewhat hastily
explained. "He's a little shaky about
the logs and wants fleshing up a bit.
'All he needs is a breath or two of
'this mountain air, and a plateful cf
good country feed.
, The bay shook his head.
I "Tom knows better," he said In his
jkoarse tones. "I ain't a-goin' to get
(well, an' he knows it. It's my lungs."
The stout man gave the boy a play
tful shake.
"We want to find a boarding place,
iPhil and I. Just a quiet house where
the air Is good and the feed is good,
and where we can see the sun rise and
aet And we'll pay well for it."
The pastor reflected for a moment.
"I think the place for you is the
Widow Langley's," he answered. "She
kas plenty of room and I have no
ionbt will be glad to receive you. She
llves just beyond the turn in the road.
(Ton can see her chimney through the
itrees there."
' "Thank you," said the stout man.
Come, Phil."
' The pastor stood in the roadway
.watching the two strangers until .uey
passed around the curve. The stout
man was merrily whistling and keep
jlng step to the music. The sick boy's
bead drooped upon his bearer's shoul
der. ! That evening the pastor had a caller.
St was the stout man. He came up the
walk a little diffidently. The pastor
fwas on the broad porch. "Come up,"
e said cordially. "I am glad to see
qroo again. Take this easy chair."
The stranger hesitatingly accepted.
iThanky," he said. "You are very
good. You see," he hesitated again,
'yon see I thought It would he weu to
(know somebody in the neighborhood
nd it struck me the parson was the
frery one I ought to know."
"The boy is In a critical state," said
the parson.
rYes, he is."
There was a little silence.
; "Do you wish me to recommend a
Joctor?"
j The stout man shook his head.
' "No. The boy's had all the doctor
ing he can stand. Hes going to take
pia tonic out of the mountain air."
"Have you come far?" the pastor
.asked.
' "From Amltyville. My partner's
.there at the hot springs trying to boll
at his rheumatism. We're all show
(people, you see," he presently added.
"And is the boy In the show busi
ness, too?" the latter asked.
"Yes, he was born Into it His
father was a trapeze performer and
fkls mother a bicycle rider. The lad Is
leaper and tumbler. Father and
mother are both dead and since the
ftoy got so sick he couldn't work, my
partner and I have been looking after
rm."
The sight of the boy clinging about
jthe neck of the etout stranger arose
Aefore the pastor.
"You are a One fellow," he said, "I
am glad to know you."
; The stout man flushed,
i "None o' that," he abruptly said.
I "We knew his father and mother.
fThey were worthy people, vand the boy
lis a good boy. Neither my partner nor
jl have been married, and the youngster
ort o' seems like a son to us. There's
lo question about money we have all
(that's needed."
There was a brief silences.
"I don't think that I ever met a cir
OF THE PROPHET.
Then the little brown mother smiled,
As one does on the words of a well-
, loved child.
And "8on," she replied, "have the oxen
ueea watered ana ieur
For work Is to do, though the skies be
never so rea,
And already the first sweet hours of the
nay are spent.
And he sighed, and went.
Will ho come from the byre.
With his hend all misty with dreams
and his eyes on lire,
Shaking us nil with the weight of the
words ot nis passion?
I will give him raisins instead of dates,
And wreathe young leaves on the little
reu pmtes,
I will put on my new head-tyre.
And braid my hair In a comller fashion.
Will he note? Will he mind?
Will he touch my cheek as he used to,
and laugh and be kind?
Marjorie L. C. Plckthall In The Century.
SHOULDER.
cus performer before," said the young
pastor.
The stout man laughed.
"I guess we're all human," he said.
"We have all joys and sorrows, our
laughs and our pains, very much the
same as other folks. No doubt you're
sort o' prejudiced against us?"
"I was," said .the young pastor. "It
was a part of my bringing up."
The stout man nodded.
"You'll pardon my saying so, par
son," he slowly remarked, "but It
seems to me that prejudice is often
another name for Ignorance."
"I'm a young man," said the pastor,
"I have much to learn."
Again the stout man nodded.
"You're going at It In the right
way," he said. "And now I want to
ask a favor. I want you to come up
and see the lad. You'll know how to
talk to him. He won't stand for any
preaching, but there'll be a chance to
put In a helpful word now and then."
He talked to the lad, and he read
to him and the boy was pleased at his
coming. But the stout man seemed
to keep aloof from the young pastor.
Early one evening the latter was
hurrying through his gateway when
he encountered the boy's friend.
"Where so fast, parson?" the stout
man asked as he swung into step be
side him.
"To the village. There 13 trouble
there."
. "Trouble! What sort of trouble?"
"A farmer on the west hill was shot
this afternoon by some unknown per
son end badly wounded. A colored
man wa3 seen lurking In the neigh
borhood. He was taken to jail, and
there may be an attempt to lynch him
tonight. And the sheriff is away and
isn't expected home until tomorrow.
But he has been telegraphed to return
nt once. He knows how to handle
them."
"Eetter keep away from this, par
son," the stcut man counseled. "No
doubt the' fellow is guilty and mobs
are a bad proposition. Somebody Is
pretty sure to get hurt."
The young parson shoe his head.
"I hope I am a good citizen as well
as a clergyman," he said.
The stout man grumbled beneath his
breath, but he kept step with the pas
tor. "Where are you going? the latter
presently said.
"With you," was the curt answer.
The village seemed quiet as they
crossed the park to the low building
used as a jail. The jailor was alone
there, an elderly man.
"The sheriff can get back Inside of
an hour," he told the pastor, "and I
guess there won't nothln' dreadful
happen In that time."
So the pastor and the stout man
stood on the jail steps and waited In
silence. And then suddenly across
the park they saw a confused rabble
approaching. There might have been
a hundred persons In this mob, but
many of them were boys. As they
neared the jail they uttered wild cries.
"Lynch him!" they shrieked.
"Give us ,the keys, Jim Ferguson,"
cried a voice, "or we'll burn the Jail
over your head!"
"Batter In the door, boys," yelled
a fellow.
Then tie pastor stepped out from the
Bhadow, and the stout man was close
at his side.
"Men," cried the pastor, "listen to
me!"
"It's the parson," shouted a voice.
"Give the parson a chance."
And the young pastor, his voice full
of feeling besought them to reflect.
His tones rang out clear and strong,
his words were Impressive. But a
voice interrupted him.
"That's enough, parson. You've
done your duty and now we'll do ours.
Get to work, lads."
There was a roar from the crowd,
but the young paster was undaunted;
As his voice arose again the ruffian in
the van tried to howl him down.
"Quit your, yawp!" he shouted.
"You've had your say. Come on,
lads!"
The stout man had been leaning for
ward, his eyes on the mob. Now he
suddenly leaped from the steps and
struck the noisy fellow a swift blow
across the mouth with his open hand.
"Take that, you loafer," he roared,
and snatched from the fellow's hand
a stout cudgel, and fiercely menaced
the mob. "You scum!" he cried.
"You've heard the parson now listen
to me! There are two men here,
standing shoulder to shoulder for or
der and decency. They're not going
to let you get into this jail without
a fight and somebody will get hurt.
I'm good for any half dozen of yoo
myself. Now get to your homes be
fore it's too late." '
He leaped back to the pastor's side,
the cudgel in his hand, his eyes blaz
ing.
, For a moment the mob was still.
Then a hoarse voice shouted "Kill
him!" and a stone thrown from the
outskirts of the crowd grazed the stout
man's forehead. Another missile flew
by him and struck the jail door. There
was a forward movement of the mob,
But the stout man leaped forward
again and caught hold cf the ring'
leader whom he had silenced. The
fellow was wiping his bleeding mouth
in a dazed fashion. The stout man
caught him around the waist and. lift
ing him quickly flung him on to the
upper step. Then he followed him
and help him up so that he formed a
sort of shield for the pastor and him
self. "Now fling your stones," he roared.
"Here's yoru own target for you.
Bring on your battering ram. But I'll
promise you it will go hard with this
big loafer if you try any of your cow
ardly games."
"Smash htm, Sam!" screamed a
shrill voice In the mldBt of the mob.
"Yes, Sam, smash him!" said the
stout man. He was behind the ring
leader, holding him by the wrist.
"Sam couldn't be more helpless if he
was a baby, could you, Sam?"
There was confusion In the mob.
Here was an unexpected opposition.
The stout man noted their hesita
tion.
"Tell them to go home," he hoarsely
whispered in the ringleader's ear, and
the request was followed by a signifi
cant twist of the prisoned wrist.
"Go home, boys, go home," roared
the helpless leader.
"Once more," demanded the stout
man.
"Go home, boys, go home-"
.The mob wavered and just them a
horse's hoofs were heard in the dis
tance.
'The sheriff," murmured the pastor.
"The sheriff!" repeated a half dozen
voices.
The rider came nearer. The mob
suddenly turned and fled.
Less than a week later the sick boy
quietly fell asleep and the little town
had seldom seen a larger funeral. All
the pastor's flock was there, and the
flowers were many and beautiful. The
lad was laid away on the sunny hill
side of the old cemetery.
'You've been very kind to me, and
to the boy, parson," said the stout
man as he stood on the station plat
form and waited for the train that was
to bear him away. "I'm afraid I may
have said something that Jarred on
your feelings, and I'm sorry for it."
The pastor smiled and said: "I've
learned to judge you by your deeds,
not your words."
The stout man flushed.
"The show will be at Colebrook the
early part of the coming season," he
said, and looked bard at the pastor.
'Let me know when it will be
there," the latter stoutly said, "and
I will come over to see It."
The stout man wrung the pastor's
hand.
"Good-by," he cried. W. R. Rose,
In Cleveland Plain Dealer. '
Use of Profane Language. '
Unless something Is done , to check
the evil, Americans must soon be
come known as the most foul-mouthed
persons on earthy It will first be
necessary to determine the cause of
the use of profane language before
any real cure can be applied. One
cause is undoubtedly the lack ot a
sufficient vocabulary to express ones
thoughts or what he conceives to be
his thoughts. It is this faulty v
cabulary that Induces females to de
scribe as "awful" things entirely dis
sociated from any feeling of awe and
as .funny" that which is merely odd.
The male, with his greater freedom
of speech, uses an oath to express'
the same idea, which is not an Idea,
but merely a futile attempt to ex
press that which Is not conceived
and which consequently cannot be
adequately expressed. New Orleans
Times-Democrat.
Strides In Iron Production.
The leading technical paper of Ger!
many points out that the United Stat el
is striding forward so fast In the pro
duction of Iron that now ft not only
leads all the other nations individually
but comes near to surpassing then:
all combined. In 1905 Germany pro
duced 11,000,000 tons, England 9,500,
000, the others smaller amounts dowr
to' 47,000 tons produced by India
while the total product of the world
outside the United States was 31.Q00,
000. Yet in that same year we pro
duced 23,000,000 tons, more than hall
the outside -world's total product: Fig'
ured by percentages the gains ol
Canada and Japan are mora remarka
ble than ours. As compared wits
1904, Canada very nearly doubled and
so did Japan.
Sodium for Electric Conductor.
Of the common metals, sodium has
the greatest conductivity per unit of
weight. Comparing it with calcium,
potassium, aluminum, and magnesium,
which come next, it can also be the
most cheaply prepared, and probably
always will be, because the starting
material is so cheap, stable and 'pure,
although potassium alone theoretical
ly requires materially less energy for
its production. In view of the high
price of copper It is 'suggested by A.
G. Betts, In the Electrical World, that
sodium might be used as a substitute
for electric conductors. Mr. Betta
proposes to melt it and run It into
iron tubes, forming a composite conductor.
Most Farmers Find Them Handy.
It is surprising how the most enter
prising farmers are dispensing with
the hand hoe. To be sure, the horses
have a "hard row to hoe" on such
farms, but the farmer's back gets the
benefit. If the farmer happens to grow
the right crops he needn't keep a hoe
on the place. We know of one large
farmer who says he does not.
Bran Cheaper Than Hay Meal.
The test of alfalfa meal as compar
ed with wheat bran at the Pennsyl
vania Experiment Station showed that
the bran was the more desirable food
at $20 bet-ton as compared with alfalfa
at $23. The alfalfa meal is simply
ground alfalfa hay. Its use in place
of bran resulted in less milk, and the
cost per quart ot the milk produced
was slightly greater.
Oats as Stock Food.
Oats are less digestable than corn,
chiefly on account of the large per
centage of hull which they contain.
They have a much higher percentage
of protein than corn, especially when
considered in relation to digestable
matter. They are the most satisfac
tory single grain for feeding horses.
They are not suitable for hogs on ac
count of the large percentage of crude
fibre. They may possibly form a part
of an economical ration for dairy
cows, although In general the demand
for them for horse feeding is so great
that the price is nearly always out
of proportion to the amount of diges
tible matter contained. rCultlvator.
A Retail Milk Route.
In handling milk for retail trade I
found the. aerator the best thing to
cool the milk, and it would keep
sweet the longest, and would have no
bitter taste or flavor. I never use
sal-soda. Soap leaves a bad smell In
the cans.
After the cans are washed and scald
ed I let them stand right end up until
cool, then turn bottom up to drain.
If a warm can or pail is turned bot
tom up the steam will stay In and dry
In, and the can will not be so sweet
a's it treated the other way. The
cows are kept clean, tleup floor swept
three or four times a day, no cob
webs allowed in It; cribs kept clean,
and barn floor swept at least once a
day. Milk is a ready carrier of disease
germs, and so fertile a breeder of
bacteria that one cannot be too care
ful in its care. I think the next gener
ation will see far greater restrictions
placed upon the care and handling of
our cows, milk and cream than we
have, at the present time, and it will
be better for both producer and con-
summer. C. E. Smith, Waldo County,
Me, American Cultivator.
Diseases.
geaiov iocs, which are a scourge in
-,ntr nmtitrv vnnls. can be traced ab
solutely to filth, damp quarters, and
neglect. Roup, canker, consumption,
all be traced to damp
ness, cold draughts blowing through
the houses, and unnatural exposure to
inclement weather. Nothing causeB
thaaa ailments as Quickly as damp, un
healthy poultry houses in which the
fouls are compelled to sleep. Diphthe
d rnun are all kindred
diseases, which can be directly blamed
upon those having charge or tne towis.
it th hirda have comfortable, reason
ably dry, properly ventilated houses.
with sanitary conditions, tnere is duc
mtin dnneer of these ailments un
less they are caught by coming in con
tact with other ailing birds, or Deing
shipped to and from shows in boxes
or coops that are contaminated.
Rheumatism, gout, and leg weakness
is usually blamable upon hereditary
conditions, inbreeding, overfeeding, or
unhealthy, damp quarters. All of
thoses diseases may be prevented by
removing the possibility of the con
tamination. The Feather.
Dairy Jottings.
To secure all there is in the pro
duct of the cow, one should make his
butter and sell direct to consumers.
There is no best dairy breed, but
the general dairyman cannot go far
wrong if he selects good types of the
dairy cow from the Holstein, Ayrshire,
Jersey or Guernsey.
Good air and sunlight in the barn,
healthy cows kept clean, a good
cream separator with a good tank and
plenty of Ice, and careful handling ot
the milk and cream, will secure good
results.
The cheapest and ' best way to
raise a dairy calf is to feed with its
mother's milk for three weeks, then
gradually change to sklmmllk with
boiled flaxseed for another three
weeks, then change to grain gradu
ally. After four months old they
will grow very well on a mixture of
one hundred pounds linseed meal,
twerity-four pounds ground flax, fifty
pounds of low grade flour, mixed
thoroughly together, also some choice
clover hay, bran or crushed oats daily.
If there is plenty of fresh separator
milk It may be fed instead of natural
milk' after the first few days.
Subdued a Kicking Horse.
The Snirlt of the West elvps dlrpp.
tions for curing a kicking horse. If
you have no sheepskin, anything else
which would be heavy enough to
swing back and not be injured by the
kicks of the horse would answer quite
as well.
A man had a kicking horse. He
hung an old sheep pelt up behind the
horse just where he could see it, and
let him kick till he got enough of it.
At first no doubt the horBe thought
that pelt was the worst looking thing
that he had ever seen In all the days
of his life. He peeled his eyes back
at It and made un his mind that thn
old evil one must surely be right after
mm. And he kicked and he kicked
and he kicked. But the mora ha kick.
ed the faster the thing fell back on to
nis neeis. AH night long he worked
at it, until the sweat ran down his
legs, and he was "all of a tremble,"
Then he stopped; and, by the gray of
the morning, took a good square look
at the miserable thing that had been
worrying the life out of him. It was
nothing but an old sheep skin. It
made him so ashamed to think how he
had wasted so much time and strength
on a thing like that, that he stopped
kicking; and after that he never
kicked.
Combating the Peach Borer.
I have never yet seen any method
practiced that will keep the peach
borer for getting into the tree to some
extent at least. From observation and
practice I think the most successful
method Is to worm late in the fall
when most of the worms can be
caught before they have gotten under
the bark and when the injury done is
very little. It freezing weather pre
vents dolns this in November or
about December 1, then worm in early
spring. Removing the earth from
around the trunk and it can soon be
seen whether any borers are about
by the deposit of wax and chips. If
there Is none and the bark Is smooth
no time need be lost In looking for
the worms. ,
If evidence of their presence exists,
remove the wax carefully, as the
borer will sometimes be removed with
it if it Is young and has not yet eaten
through the bark. If it has gotten
under the bark go after it carefully
with a sharp pointed, crooked iron on
a handle and do no more Injury to
the tree than the borer would if allow
ed to remain. To Insure a good Job
allow the tree to remain open several
days and then go over them again,
when any missed can be easily de
tected. Then place a pint to a quart
ot ground tobacco around the trunk
according to the size of the tree.
With the earth placed over it this
will be preventive for the next season.
Some growers advocate washing
the trunks in the spring to prevent
the adults from laying thin eggs there
on, but as the adults are coming out ot
their cocoons, winged and ready for
flight from May to September it would
take repeated application to be effec
tive through the whole season. I be
lieve it to be an advantage to mound
the earth around the trees several
Inches ns the worm can be gotten
much easier and will be kept from
getting down among the roots where
they can seldom be reached. ThBre
has been much loss from the borer
in this section where orchardlsts have
neglected to look after them. Especi
ally Is this true in young orchards.
American Agriculturist.
Breeders' Notes.
Give the foal Erst class care
throughout the winter.
It Is a great mistake to overfeed or
pamper a horse beyond a certain
stage.
Never allow the foal to follow, tho
mare when working, but keep it In a
well built, roomy box.
Always be careful to give the mares
plenty of exercise fli the late fall and
Winter after the work on the farm Is
done.
Accustom the colt to being handled
by having a halter on and occasionally
taking hold of It when feeding the
mare. ,
Never expect the foal to eat with
the mare, but always provide a small
box in the opposite corner to feed the
foal in.
Never allow two foals to feed out of
the same box. One is sure sooner or
later to become master and secure
the lion's share.
If the mare is to foal early, before
grass time, give her a few boiled oats,
and a liberal supply of bran with a lit
tle flaxseed occasionally. If she is get
ting plenty of grass, nothing of thil
kind will be needed.
I believe In always working the
brood mare. There is no reason why
a aiare if properly hitched and proper
ly driven should not work right up to
the time ot foaling; In fact, I have
taken the harness off mares to allow
them to foal, and have never had a
,108s by so doing.
Teach the foal to eat early. A few
ground oats and bran with a llttlo
milk Is a desirable ration. . The foal
will not take much at first, but will
soon show a readiness for hearty
meals. In the early part of the sea
son it will always pay to allow tho
fcul to suck some time during the
forenoon, and also in the afternoon,
Riving the mare a drink and a few
cats to eat while the foal is sucking.
It will benefit both the mare and the
foal. John Curdhouse, Ontario, Cana.
da. Boston Cultivator.
PEARL8 OF THOUGHT.
Get under way. The rudder Is at
the stern ot a boat, or purpose. Move,
then Bteer.
Youth is a prism through which all
voices of the day or night pass Into
speaking rainbows.
Be ready; that Is, prompt to act, as
the fight against foolishness rages all
along the lines of character.
Some men are boats, and some are
chips and straw upon the stream of
time. And you; what are you?
Sand is a good enough foundation
for a house In a climate where there
Is no wind or rain that is, nowhere.
He that will do the will of God so
far as he sees It, and speak the Word
of God as far as he can understand It,
shall In due time be wise.
There Is a holy place In every soul
of man, forever vocal with a long,
clear call to him to enter there with
all his powers and serve. And who
soever listens and obeys becomes a
strong man, a wise man and a prophet.
You are not only a son of your
father and mother, but a son of every
man who has touched you, or any
ancestor of anyone who has touched
ancestor of yours, by word, or pen, or
sword, or vote, or grip of hand a son
even of your son a son of God.
Strength is less a matter of material
back than of nerve mmiltv f
uiuu b me. at its highest and strong
est, cannot be lived by -bread alone.
j v,5i, nuru mat Drocppnpi
nut it.. . . .
. wg uiuma oi uoa, or In other
words, symmetrical development.
Home Herald.
in TERROR OF MAD DOGS.
Situation Serious In Boston Suburbs
Trouble In Twelve Counties.
Certain suburbs of Boston are hav
ing the liveliest kind of a mad scare.
A single animal bit a dozen persons
not long mgo. The police have orders
to shoot all unmuzzled dogs.
During the eleven months ending
December 1, 190G, at least half a doi
en human beings died in Massachusetts
from the effects of dog bites, and In
one instance the brain of a boy from
Sprlmgfleld was examined at the Har
vard medical school and found to con
tain rabies germs.
More than 1,000 dogs In the State
were reported as mad, exclusive of
those found In Boston. Dr. Austin
Peters, State Cattle Commissioner,
reports that 293 of them were killed
or died of rabies, 256 who did not
have rabies were killed by their owners
or they died in quarantine, G2 were re
ported as having rabies, biit the post
mortem examinations showed that
they were free from the. disease, 380
were released from Quarantine and no
were still In quarantine on Deeemher i
Dr. Frothingham has examined the.
neaeis ot ID1 animals at the Harva
medical school. According tn tho Rl
ton Transciint he found that nn dm
Seven COWS, two horses and nnn Tf,
had rabies, and that thirty-one dogs
and one suspewtlng cow were free
from It. The dlwase has been found
in twelve countlel. 1
"I Wont Work."
routine spelling seems to De gaming
In popularity everywhere, and the an-
nouncement that the reforms would be
adopted in the District Government
probably had much to do with the
plan followed by a dusky "citlzeness"
of Willow Tree alley in making ap
plication to the Commissioners for a
certain position. Her letter speaks for
itself:
"District Comelsions:
"Dear Sir I noticed that you all
might be kneding some1 femall help
and not nowlng weather you all had
ingaged some one or not I thought I
would ask you all if it could be pos
sible to alow me the pleasure as I
want work this will be my flrst time
working out and the reason I have not
my mother keeps a little store In wil
low tree court and it has kept me quite
blzzy until now and it Is so meny
stores around in this court untill it
makes blslness very dull and I am
married and have two children to per-
vide far and I give you the best
reptashlon from good blsness cider
sons I nape you all will heiyp one ho
wonts to get along arnest" Was
lngton Star.
Curious Inscriptions.
Many old bells have curious decora
tions and inscriptions. Before it was
recast in 1612, an Oxford bell, "Mighty
Tom," had an Inscription In . Latin, a
translation or which would be:
."For Thomas's sake
I cry Blm Bom and no mistake."
In the case of a chime, each bell
would have a separate legend. A deal
of the verse was really doggerel, as:
"On Sabbath all
To Church I call"
Or
"The sleepy head
I raise from bed."
Another Inscription on an old set
of chimes In England reads:
"When men in Hymen's bonds unite.
Our merry peals produce delight,"
une unurcn or saint Ives bell has
this matter of fact Inscription:
"Arise and go about your business."
Enormous Railway Earnings.
. The railway earnings of the princi
pal roads in the United States and
Canada have become so large that a
question has arisen as to how the sur
plus is to be disposed of. A compari
son of the gross receipts of twenty
one companies for the year ended
June SO last, and including the Cana
dian Pacific, with the previous year
shows an increase of $144,673,714,
equal to nearly 13 percent, Ottawa
Citizen. .
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