WHAT IS
To the preacher life's a sermon.
To the joker it's a jest;
To the miser life is money,
To the loafer jite is rest.
To the lawyer life's a trial,
To the poet life's a Bong;
To the doctor life's a patient
That needs treatment right along.
To the soldier life's a battle.
To the teacher life's a school;
Life's a pood thing to the wise one,
It's a failure to the fool.
To the man upon the engine
Life's a long and heavy etude;
It's a gamble to the (nimbler,
To the merchant life's a trade.
When Jim Came Home.
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"I'm tired of ! Side and tired ot
It, that I am!" complained the girl,
who sat by the dying lire in her
kitchen grnte, one restless band
twisting and pulling at the wedding
ring she wore. "I wish I was back
again at service, I do, with nothing to
worry about, I've been managing on
half nothing, and doing without this
and that, now you're out of work bo
long. 1 did think we'd have been
happy' and comfortable when I mar
ried you."
The girl's voice broke In an angry
sob, for she was young and thought
lees, and did not notice that every
complaiut she made was a stab
through the heart of tho honest fel
low she had married. He Btood now
taring gloomily into the little back
yard, where his country wife, with
her love of flowers, had trained a few
bright colored nasturtiums up a bit
of trellis work, and planted a row of
homely stocks and asters, with a tiny
patch of mignonette to smell sw:eet
beneath the window. He saw them
all, and the scent drifted up to him
from the ground.
"Poor old Milly!" he thought, to
himself. "It is hard on the lass just
now." He turned around. "Don't
go saying things you'll be sorry for
by and by, Mill," he said gently. "God
knows, I'd never have brought you
away from the country If I hadn't
heard work was so plentiful up here
In London. So it was at first and
maybe .will again. We'll have to fight
on for a bit."
He drew nearer, and laid a hand
on the averted shoulder.
"Cheer up, lassie. It ain't like you
to turn cross and nasty." He gave
the girl a playful shake, but in an in
stant she ha sprung to her feet, and
was facing him with blazing eyes.
"Cross, am I!" she cried shrilly.
"And enough to make me! I'm not
an angel, and never was, and I say J
I'm sick of it, pinching and scraping
and parting with the bits of things
for rent. I wish I was dead!"
A flood of passionate tears choked
her as the memory of tho past trou
bles rose up like a black cloud before
.her eyes, and she felt herself in Im
agination growing old and shabby,
1fke all the other weary, untidy, shift
less London women whose husbands
had got no work, and her pretty little
pieces of furniture and wedding pres
ents melting away one by one in that
last resort ot tho poor the ever open
pawnshop.
There was silence In the room,
broken only by the girl's sobs, and
for once her husband did not speak.
There Is a limit to all patience, and
love may be strained to the breaking
point at last. Jim was dumb now,
with never a word or caress, and the
girl's grief grew quieter in sheer sur
prise. Was Jim going to get sulky?
Him, that she could twist round her
finger, and turn with a smile or coax
ing word, since they had first walked
cut together in the green Hampshire
lanes.
Presently he turned abruptly round
and, walking to the cupboard where
his coat was hanging, took down a
cap.
"I'm going out again to look for a
Job," he said.
The girl glanced at the clock; it
was half-past 4. '
"But it's tea time now," she mur
mured, a sudden remorseful thought
flashing into her mind that' he had
eaten no dinner. "Better stop and
have it."
ine man shook his head. "I don't
want none. I'd best get out, or may
ber you and I'll quarrel worse. You've
said some cruel things I can't foriret
I never thought a taste o' poverty
could change you so sudden; but
mere, I'll go." . ,
The anger which had almost died
(own of a sudden flashed up agaiu.
"Go, then, go!" she cried shrilly.
A.,) . 1 .mj . . .
" 5"u nuuance: ah you
needn't" But the door crashed tn
behind him, and she sank back in her
chair, trembling and exhausted, nlone
in ine quiet room.
Jim and she had parted in anger
.',
The clock on the shelf above her
head ticked noisily on, and the rat
tle ot carts in the street outside came
hazily in as she sat brooding by the
fireside alone. She was calmer now,
and could think reasonably and even
be a little ashamed of her wild out
burst. And she began in memory to
drift back to the country again and
home, and her courting days.
She saw herself waiting at the
wicket gate each evening for Jim,
jbfc work up at the Hall stables being
Iom, and he free to take her out for
'loaf eountry strolls. How good he'd
YOUR LIFE?
Life's a picf'ire to the aiiist.
To the rascal life's a fraud;
Life perhaps is but a burden
To the man beneath the hod. '
Life is lovely to the lover,
To the player life's a play;
Life may be a load of trouble
To the man upon the dray.
Life is but a lone vacation
To the man who loves his work;
Life's an everlasting effort.
To shun duty to the shirk.
To the heaven-blessed romancer
Life's a story ever new;
Life is what we try to make it
Brother, what is life to you?
S. E. Kiser.
heen to her. and faithful and steady,
never a smile or a word for another
girl in tho village. t:-ue to her only.
Then her wedding day. and a few
months after, when the had begun to
long for a.chango and to see London,
and at last she had persuaded him to
leave the Hall and come up to the
city.
Her wish entirely, her persuasion,
and now what had it brou-rht them
to? She got up and looked nt herself
In a little glass that hung on the wall,
looked long and anxiously. Was she
getting old and ugly, Bhe wondered
fearfully? 'Certainly London air had
plucked the pink roses from her
cheeks and painted new shadows
about the gray eyes, but tint was all.
The thick yellow brown hair was still
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AN'XERS is how you act In a street car.
Gentlemen are called so because they have good
manners.
I wonder why more gentlemen do not ride In the
street cars, it may he that they have automobiles.
The other day a person known as a street car hog wa3
choked sn bad that he got real black In the face. This hap
pened in New York. The man who choked him was trying
to teach him to be polite. But you can't teach a hog much.
If every street car hog got choked the light of way
would he clogged with pork.
In this town I never saw a man take a woman and pull
her out of a seat and take the seat himself. So manners
might be worse here than they are.
Men get into seats, though, and stay there, whllo tired
old women with baskets swing from the strap. The men do
not pretend to be reading. That used to be the way. and it
was a sign that the men were ashamed. It is out of date now.
But perhaps the women are partly to blame. They do
not teach their little boys to give up seats to other women.
They used to forget to thank the men, too', for giving them
seats. For men did do this once.
When a woman brings a sturdy lad into a crowded car
she puts him into the only vacant seat and then glares
around for another.
Lots of times when she comes in there are three or four
vacant seats, but she docs not look around for them, but
grabs a strap right off. Then men come in and take the
peats, and she looks just as mad, but you can't blame them
much.
Sometimes women spread their skirts over two or three
seats and get real haughty when requested to condense.
But this Is not to defend the man who crowds women
aside and beats them to a scat. No. it is not In favor of tho
man who stands In the aisles and when a seat becomes
vacant jams Jnto it and leaves women still standing.
Of course, to call him a hog is to use a figure of speech.
But he was trained when only a pig. This is another figure
of speech.
There are some gentlemen who travel on the street cars,
nnd ladles do, too, but they have so many painful experi
ences that they wish they might walk.
So this is all 1 know nhotit Btreet car manners. Antl
Porker, in Philadelphia Public Ledger.
ni"
bright and shining, and her face was
softly rounded, like a child's, where
dimples play. She stirred the dying
fire together and put on a kettle to
boll. It was 8 o'clock.
"Jim'll he in soon now, for sure,"
she told herself, as a gentler mood
crept at last Into her heart nnd the
brief passion died out. "Poor old
dear, he'll be well nigh starved
against he gets home lo-night."
She hurried and laid tho table and
spread out a meal. The kettle was
singing when she had washed and
changed her dress and come clown
again, and she went presently to the
front window and watched for him to
come along the street.
The postman stopped presently at
her door and left a letter for Jim, but
that was all, and she waited still,
while the light faded about her, and
the kettle on tho fire boiled and
boiled again unused. Seven o'clock
struck from a neighboring church,
then 8, and still he did not come to
the anxious, restless girl, who paced
wearily to and fro.
"Oh, Jim! Jim!" she wailed pres
ently. "Why don't you come home?"
For a strange, nervous fear was grip
ping slowly at her heart. If she went
out to look for her husband it would
be useless, and, besides, tho country
bred girl shrank from venturing out
at dark in the noisy,' crowded streets
alone. Suddenly above the sound of
hurrying feet'and the rattle of 'buses
and carts in the distant, broader thor-
oughfares, a girl's shrill voice rang
out, and a woman's scream of fear
echoed back as if in answer. "Oh,
'e's killed! 'E's killed!" and the
watcher in her dark room sprang to
the door, trembling with a swift ter
ror. Just across the narrow street,
where a lamp threw its yellow rays
upon the ground, she could see a
gathering crowd, swaying and push
ing round some hidden thing.
"Ah! What is it? What is it?"
she whispered through pale lips, long
ing to go away and hide from any
sight of death or injury, but yet hi a
horrible fascination chained to the I
spot, straining eyes and ears for watj
was to be known. The crowd thick
ened as a door here and there in the
street opened, and men and women
came forth, asking what had hap
pened, and without waiting for an
swer rushed toward the crowd, to
join the elbowing, jostling mass of
humanity, whose only excitement in
a gray and sordid life was a chance
row or fight between quarrelsome
neighbors or some accident such as
this, which now claimed their excited
attention.
Then at last as the girl in the open
doorway still stood gazing fearfully
out a woman came running breath
lessly straight toward her from the
thick ot the crowd.
"Mrs. Lawrence! Mrs. Lawrence!"
she gasped. "Your 'usband's been
knocked down by a horse an' cart.
'E's lying there in the road, an' I be
lieve 'e's dead!"
She put out a rough but kindly arm
to support the girl, who swayed weak
ly, half fainting, after one agonized
cry.
"Now, you just come inside, my
gal; don't you go out In the road,"
Bhe went on, coaxingly, for Milly was
making frantic efforts to escape from
her detaining hold. "Come inside
now, do, along o' me; they're carry
ing of im 'ere, now I've told them
where 'e lives and some one's fetched
the doctor."
The sound of many waters seemed
surging In her ears, and a black cloud
of horror was. blinding her sight,
when a dreadful voice from some
where far away seemed crying con
tinually In her dull brain, "He's
dead! He's dead! And you parted
in anger! Jim's dead!"
When the cloud passed she found
herself at' a bedside, with a doctor
near her holding her arm and telling
her to cheer up and pull herself to
gether. Her eyeB fell on her husband's face
resting on the pillow. He was white
Manners. '
and ghastly, and there was a bandage
about his head, but the face was not
the face of a dead man, for his eyes
were wide open, gazing anxiously Into
hers. She sprang to her feet then
with an eager cry, and the doctor,
with a slight smile on his grave face,
went softly out.
"Oh, Jim, forgive me forgive
me!" she murmured on her knees be
side him. "I've been a bad wife to
you, and they told me you wore dead.
Thank Cod, it's not true, and He's
given you back to me." '
The man held out his arms, nnf
clasped her about the neck, and he
felt her tears like rain upon his up
turned face.
"Poor little lass!", he whispered.
"What a fright I've given you, but
I'll soon ho well again. I was just
stunned like, doctor snys, with this
cut on my head, nnd you mustn't fret
no more. Our quarrel's all forgiven
and forgot."
Her head lay npon his breast, and
there was silence in the little room,
but for her deep, sobbing breftths.
"There's a letter came for you,
Jim, this afternoon," she said pres
ently. "I'll go and fetch it now,"
and she slipped away to bathe her
eyes and see to some food for him.
"Lassie! lassie!" he cried Joyously.
"Our troubles are over. The squire
has written for me to go hack to the
Hall, it I'm not in work here, and
we re to nave the gate lodge " Hi3
'olce broko nnd tears were not far
nway. "Oh. my little lass, we're go
ing home. Think of It! Where we'll
see the green grass everywhere, and
trie blue sky, with the birds a Eing
Ing. and the trees will b'e all red an'
gold when wo gets back thero again,
lassie. It'll be like heaven "
"Jim," she whispered softly, "dear
Jim, we needn't wait for the country,
because I think 'tis a little bit of
heaven itself we've got here now."
and with tho new.'gentlo lovellght In
her shining eyes she bent and kissed
him on the Hps. Weekly Welcome.
It Is aald there are 1,000,000 Es-rp-
Uana who tan neither read nor writ.
m
j Farm
er Joiv
Bv James Wilson,
Secretary United States Department of Agriculture
1Mb R. Gates is right In his assertion that this country Is capable
of supporting a vastly increased population, but It can only
Mbe done with improved and more scientific methods of
farming and better conditions all around.
I agree with Mr. Hill. We are not producing foodstuffs
mmmm In proportion to tho Increase In population. The chief lea-
son for this Is that the number of those engaged In agrtcul
saskaU tural pursuits is out of proportion to our ever increasing
tmmmM population.
Tho trouble lies, as I have often said, in the fact that the cities have
grown in population at the expense of the rural communities. The people
have moved from the country to tho town, and in consequence the farms
have not produced as they would If tho people had remained to work them.
The history of the country for the last fifty years gives abundant reason
for this state of affairs.
We began to develop our manufactories about that time. We gave these
.manufactories ample protection with a tariff which was a good thing for
'them, and for the farmer, who found thereby a ready home market for his
(product.
But the factory offered better Inducement to the youth of the farm, hot
ter wages, shorter hours, the attractions of a town or city life, lights at night,
excitement, recreation, many things which the farm had not. This tended to
draw the life blood of the farm and did much to begin the trouble. Then we
began to build railroads. These in their building and operation took the
bone and sinew of the farm throughout the region they traversed.
True, the farmer today is in a better position U:-n he has been forbears.
iHe is getting good prices, and we should net begrudge them to htm after the
'long lean years through which he passed.
He has to work hard, sixteen hours a day nt least, but he Is getting a
long deferred return for his lnbor. The way to get the people from the city
to the farm is a broader and wider distribution of agricultural education.
Most of our colleges today are strenuously at work turning out lawyers,
doctors, preachers and typewriters, but few of them make any effort to grad
uate a farmer. I would have agriculture in some form taught in every seat
of learning and in our public schools.
Starting with the fact that while the farmer has to work hard he has as
reward better health, a longer life and a more Independent existence than
any other man on earth. It ought to be easy to make life attractive. .
Then I would have the young men taught the newest and latest methods
of agriculture. Show them how they can produce more from an acre than
their fathers did, prove to them how to make $2 where their fathers made
hut $1, and you will have offered the Inducement needed to check the aban
donment of the farm for the city.
r
Ravages of Cancer
Worst Physical Scourge with Which We
Have to Contend
frwvfvA" iv y jjr
HAVE no hesitancy in pronouncing cancer the worst physi
cal scc.nigo with which we have to contend to-day. Cancer
is far more to be dreaded than tuberculosis, for, although
the death rate from cancer is not yet ns great as that from
tuberculosis, It Is steadily on the increase, while the great
whlto plnfcue has been partially conquered by medical cx-
r.nHmnnf atinn ami tn 1111 the rlnernasp.
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Do you know that one man out of every thirty-two. and
one woman out of eleven now die of cancer In this country?
Do you know that, after the age of thirty-five, on man out of seventeen and
one woman out of nine die of cancer? And that during this period "more
women die in the United States of cancer than of consumption?
According to Dr. John A. McGIInn, of Philadelphia, who has just compiled
data for the Philadelphia Medical Society on the subject, the age of greatest
frequency has come to be between the ages of fifty and fifty-four, when ono
man in fourteen and one woman in five die of cancer. If the disease had been
exterminated In 190G In this country, according to Dr. McGlinn, a saving of
life equal to 373,574 years, or a total saving of more than $224,000,000 In earn
ing capacity would be the result.
Out of the total population of the. registration area ot males and females
more than thirty-five years old In 1900, thero have died, or will die of cancer,
281,909 men and 518,1X5 women.
And not only In this country, but in the world at large, is the excessive
mortality from cancer appalling. It Is Increasing everywhere. In the last
decade it Increased 12 per 100,000. In this country It Increased from C3 to
nearly 71 per 100,000 of population. From 1901 to 1900 the Increases In
various kinds of cancer were as. follows: Stomach nnd liver, 1.08 percent;
mouth, 0.4 percent; Intestines, 0.0 percent; skin, 0.1 percent. The decreases
in tho various forms ot the disease were: Breast, 0.1 percent; other organs,
.25 percent.
Beep Sea Rivers
Ey Sir Ray
n
HE bottom currents of seas nnd oceans, such as those which
possibly bring amber to our shores, are strangely disposed.
The Seigneur of Sark soma fifty years ago was shipwrecked
in his yacht near the Island of Guernsey. He lost, among
other things, a well-fastened, strongly made chest contain
ing silver plate. It was found a year later In deep water
off the coast of Norway aud restored to him!
In 'the really deep sea, over 1.000 fathoms down, there are
well-marked broad currents which may be described as liv
ers of very cold water (only four degrees or so nbovo freezing point). They
flow along the deep sea bottom and are sharply marked off from the warmer
waters above and to the side. Their Inhabitants are different from those
of the warmer water. They are due to the melting of the polar Ice, the cold
water so formed sinking at once owing to its greater density below the
warmer water of the surface currents. These deep currents originate In
both the Arctic and Antarctic regions.
NEW fad among women is reported; namely, the buying
of small farms. To eomo extent tho fad ought to bo en
couraged, but let us hope it will not extend to tho lower
strata. of society.
If tho dwellers of the tenements should take it up and
commenco to nilgrate, tho great cities would he depopulated,
much to tho annoyance of thoso who are depending on
these dwellers to do their work, as well as of those owners
of the tenements themselves who are sojourning In
various parts of the world confident that their rent-collectors will keep duly
'active and forward periodical checks in ample time to pay recurrent hotel
bills and tip the servants.
Anyone who had Influence with these dwellers should go to them at onco
and, In a kindly way, persuade them not to desert the pathB' of duty at this
Juncture when everything Is getting along so nicely. Even the prospective
lowering of the price of corn and wheat would not warrant such an exodus.
Xtom Life. , ,
Reaping His c
5
Rapidly Increase
m foote Wlr 'rf
Lankester
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NEW STRENGTH FOB WOMKN'8
HAD BACKS.
Women who suffer with backache,
bearing down pain, dizziness and that
constant dull, tired feeling, will find
comfort in the advice of Mrs. James
T. Wright, of 619
GoldsborougbSt.Eas
ton, Md., who sayss
"My back was in a very
bad way, and when
not painful was so
weak it felt as if bro
ken. A friend urged
me to try Doan'a
Kidney Pills, which 1
did, and they helped
me from the start. It made me feel
like a new woman, and soon ( waa
doing my work the same as ever."
Remember the name Doan's. Sold
by all ciealers. 50 cents a box. Fos-ter-Mllburn
Co.. Buffalo, N. Y.
Foolishness.
A little fool of 17 wed a rich fool of
05 winters.
"Because s;ie was nobody's fool,"
quoth the worldly wise.
But presently there happened along
a .poor fool 'of 20, and the little fool,
being such a fool, became his.
Whereupon everybody's folly waa
apparent, and made the usual amount
of talk. Puck.
CKILD ATE CUTICURA. '
Spread Whole Box of It on CrackPif)
-Not the Least Injury Resulted
Thus Proven Pure and Sweet.
A New York friend of Cuticura writes:
"My three year old son and heir, after
being put to bed on a trip across lli'e At
lantic, .investigated the stateroom and lo
cated a box of grnham crackers arid' a box
of Cuticura Ointment. When a searchiwas
made for the box, it was found enrptyand
the kid admitted that he had eaten the
contents of the entire box spread on the
crackers. It cured him of a bad cold and
I don't know what else."
No more conclusive evidence could he
offered that every ingredient of Cuticura
Ointment is absolutly pure, riveet and
harmless. If it may be safely eaten, by a
young child, none but the most beneficial
results can be expected to attend its'appli
cation to even the tenderest skin or
youngest infant.
Potter Drug & Chem. Corp., Sole Props,
of Cuticura llemedies, Boston, Mass.
The trade of tho United states with
Its noncontiguous territory In the fis
cal year 1909, exceeded that of any
previous year, and was more than
three' times as much as a decade ago.
Dr. Pierce's Pleasant Pellets regulate and
invigorate stomach, liver and bowels.
Sugar-coated, tiny granules. Easy to take
as candy.
41
To Prevent Stream Pollution.
Fish commissioners representing
the Federal government and tho
States . of Ohio, Pennsylvania and
West Virginia have Just concluded a
conference at Pittsburg devoted 'to a
discussion of the best means of pre
venting the pollution of the waters ot
the Ohio river. It was the consensus
of opinion that the status of Jhis
State are defective, 'but that the other
two have codos approaching the ideal.
As a result, an appeal is to be made
to the Ohio legislature at the coming
sesBlon to enact new laws or amend
the old ones and bring them into har
nioney with those of the other .two.
Meanwhile an appeal is to be made to
congress for the enactment of meas
ures to prevent tho pollution of all
waters over which the central govern
ment has jurisdiction.
Large Crop of Sultana Raisins.
A report from Consul General Jilrn
est L. Harris at Smyrna, dated July
20, states that this season's orop of
raisins in that Turkish district is esti
mated at 1,200,000 kintals (145,2,ti00
pounds), against 900,000 kintals (J08,
922,50 pounds) last year, the vines be
ing overcharged with fruit. The qual
ity is not yet definite, as weatherfcon
dlttons In July and August have great
Influence on the crop. It is feared
that prices of sultanas this year will
be very low on account of the large
crop, hut the Ottoman government. has
proposed to submit to parliament a
law prohibiting the exportation of .sul
tanas of Inferior quality, so as to sus
tain prices and give a chance for the
introduction of alcohol manufacturing
Industries. Consular Bulletin.
CHILDREN SHOWED IT
Effect of Their Warm Drink in the
Morning.
' "A year ago I was a wreck from
coffee drinking and was on the point
of giving up my position in the school
room because ot nervousness.
"I was telling a friend about It and
she said, 'We drink nothing at meal
time but Postum, and it is such a
comfort to have something we can en
joy drinking with the children.'
"I was astonished that she would
allow the children to drink any kind
of coffee, but she said PoBtum was the
most healthful drink in the world for
children as well as for older ones, and
that the condition of both the chil
dren and adults showed that to he a
tact.
"My first trial was a failure. The
cook boiled it four or five minutes,
and it tasted so flat that I was in de
spair, but determined to give it one
more trial. This time we followed
the directions and boiled It fifteen
minutes after the boiling began. It
was a decided success and I was com
pletely won by its rich, delicious fla
vor. ' In a short time I noticed a de
cided improvement In my condition,
and kept growing better and better
month after month, until now I am
perfectly healthy, and do my work In
the school room with ease and pleas
ure. I would not return to the nerve
destroying regular coffee for 'any
money."
Read the famous little "Health
Classic," ''The Road to Wellville," In
pkgs. "There's a Reason."
Ever read the above letter? A new
one appears from time to time. They
ire genuine, true, and full of human
Interest. 1