013 WONDERFUL PA.
Paps went a-fistiing
With li is pockets full of baitj
He went all liv his lonesome,
And the luck lie had wa great.
lie came home, brinding with Mm
A string of lisli that weighed
Just twenty pounds he told us,
And a lovely meal they made.
Papa went a-fishing
Upon another day;
And mamma she went witU him-"
He couldn't say her nay.
Thev rame a-trudging homeward
All tired out at night;
And mamma told us pupa
Had never had a bite.
Jfy papa's broken records
Of nearly every kind
A greater man than he is
It would be bard to find.
He's always doing wonders,
But here's what bothers me:
He never seems to do them
When folks are there to see.
London Fishing Gazette.
hses
Her Guardian.
By LOUISE BROWN.
He stood on the broad vernnda and
gazed down the long slope of green
lawn. Yes, there they were, Just
emerging from the wooded path
which led to the lake. Hand In hand
they walked, his nephew and his.
ward, evidently In very earnest con
versation, as the girl's eyes were bent
upon the ground and the young man's
head was very near hers. The
watcher sighed, then shrugged his
shoulders vigorously as though' to
shake oft some feeling which pos
sessed him. He was a tall, splendidly
proportioned man of forty, with
square-cut Jaw, grave dark eyes and
hair very slightly touched with gray.
"I have never gotten over the won
der of It," he murmured, "that plain,
shy little child has developed Into
such an attractive woman. If only I
were not so old" "Wallace,"
called a querulous feminine voice.
The tall man on the veranda gave one
last look at the approaching couple
and turned to enter the house, where
his sister evidently desired his help
with her troublesome household ac
counts. The two young people drawing near
to the house were good to look at.
The man, who would become of age
on the morrow, somewhat resembled
his uncle, Wallace Grant, with whom
he and his mother made their honie,
except that his figure was decidedly
hoylsh and his hair was not cropped
so closely as to prevent Its curling
slightly upon bis broad forehead.
Esther Charles, who had made her
home here for the past year since
completing the course of education
laid out for her, would reach her
twenty-first birthday the following
week. Esther's blue eyes were bent
upon the ground to hide the laughter
In their merry depths, but In a sym
pathetic voice she murmured: "Yes,
Harry, dear, but which one are you
In love with now? You haven't told
Me the lady's name." She was ac
customed to having Harry's affairs
of the heart confided to her, but the
weather vane of his affection some
times veered so rapidly it was quite
Impossible for her to be absolutely
sure of whom he was speaking.
"It is Madge Clereford," he replied
reproachfully; then impetuously,
"any other attachment I have had,
Esther, was as nothing compared to
the love I have for Madge. Esther,"
pleadingly, "won't you manage some
how to prepare uncle? I think I can
manage mother all right, but for
some reason Uncle Wallace seems to
avoid any conversation relating to
love and marriage."
The girl's face grew grave and her
lips trembled Bllghtly.' The depart
ing sunlight rested lovingly upon the
shining golden braids which crowned
her head. She did not smile now,
but said slowly, "Do you not think,
Harry, It would make a better im
pression if you presented the matter
to your uncle yourself?" ;Oh," he
remonstrated, "I do not mean for you
to tell him everything," then hesitat
ingly, "Just casually mention how
things are."
That evening Wallace Grant sat In
his library, deep in thought. He had
never been in love until now and
could scarce understand the pent-up
emotion within him whenever his
eyes rested upon Esther's face. He
sighed as he mentally compared his
age with hers and then thought of
Harry. "Those two young people
, were meant for each other." he
thought, "and have evidently dlscov
' ered the fact. I doubt If Esther could
ever regard me in any other light
than as her guardian."
At this Juncture there was a light
tap at the door. He was ashamed of
the rush of blood within him as he
recognized Esther's knock. "Come
In,", he called. The girl entered hesi
tatingly. She seemed at a loss how
, to begin, and he remembered that for
some time she had ceased to call him
"Guardy," her old pet name for him.
He dully wondered why this was.
Lately she had not addressed him di
rectly. Finally she said in a low
voice: "Harry desires very much that
I break to you the news of his en
gagement" She faltered and her
eyes dropped before the steady gaze
of the man before her.
With an effort he strove to conceal
he said, "My dear child, I have been
expecting this, and congratulate
Harry and wish you both happiness
Xrom the bottom of my heart."
Bewildered, she raised her head
nd looked nt him.. "But you don't
understand," she gasped. "It is
Madge Madge Clereford."
"Madge Clereford." he repeated
s v
L
after her In a dazed way, "hut,
Esther, I thought it must be you."
"Oh, no no no, indeed," so ve
hemently that she caught her breath
as she realized. He looked more
closely at the beautiful troubled face
and downcast eyes. "Is it someone
else, Esther?" he asked gently. For
a moment she hesitated, then slowly
nodded. He took both her bands in
his, and trying to speak in a fatherly
way asked her to confide in him. He
could not eliminate from his voice the
Intense feeling within him, and the
girl, suddenly comprehending what
this meant, grew more courageous.
"You know him well," she whis
pered. "Who is he, darling?" the name
escaped him quite naturally Then,
as the golden head inclined toward
him, almost roughly he placed his
hand under her chin and lifted the
drooping face. The rioting blushes
told him the truth, but before clasp
ing her in his arms he made his last
stand. "Sweetheart, I am so old '
and then capitulated as two soft arms
crept about his neck.
Half an hour afterward there was
a timid rap at the door and Esther
started in dismay.
"You haven't said whether you ap
prove of Harry's engagement to
Madge, and Harry Is here to know
his standing with you."
"Do you suppose I could deny him
what he asks when he has been so
blind as to let a prize like this Blip by
him?" he asked.
"But Wallace, he never had any
chance beside you so far as I am con
cerned." And when Harry impntlently
opened the door, the scene which met
his eye told him his uncle would be
In such a softened mood there would
be no need for him to fear the out
come of Esther's plea. Boston Post.
A Few Deductions.
By ELMS O. JOXES.
"Ah, Mrs. Brown," said Mrs. Sher
lock Holmes, "I observe that you
love formality, that you own this
house, although I am not certain
about the mortgnge, that you are not
very well connected, that you do not
care for books, that you are trying
to make a grand stab at being rech
erchee, while only succeeding In a
poor four-flush."
"Perfectly wonderful, Mrs. Holmes.
Quite as good as your husband. How
in the world do you do it?"
"It is very easy," replied Mrs.
Holmes, as she deftly unBhlned her
nose with a pocket powder rag,
"When I came in you took special
pains to ask me to remove my gloves
and be informal, which showed that
you have formality on the brain and
that your remark was intended as
an apology for anything which was
not Just so. If you were really In
formal, you would have said nothing
about it.
"You are not accustomed to good
things or you would not have served
that horrible cake with the tea.
Then, when you called the maid to
replenish the cake, most of which
you ate yourself, you said, apologet
ically, 'We bought this house without
a bell In the library,' a remark which,
though awkward, proved conclusively
that you owned your home, but prov
ing nothing as to the size of the mort
gage. "Then you will recall your account
of how your husband complained of
having nothing to read and how you
chided him by the reply that there
were .three large book-casea down
stairs and two upstairs, all well filled.
This proves that you look on books
as household furniture of the Junk
type. Your whole demeanor proves
that you are a very poor climber."
"Perfectly marvelous, Mrs.
Holmes."
"It might seem so," replied the de
tective's wife, "but the real secret,
after all, is .that I have met so many
like you before." From Life.
Canine Etiquette.
In their relations with one another,
dogs have a keen sense of etiquette.
A well-known traveler makes this un
expected remark about a tribe of
naked black men, living on one of the
South Sea Islands: "In their every
day intercourse there Is much that is
stiff, formal and precise." Almost
the same remark might be made
about dogs. Unless they are on very
intimate terms, they take great pains
never to brush against or even to
touch one another. For one dog to
step over another is a dangerous
breach of etiquette unless they are
special friends. It Is no uncommon
thing for two dogs to belong to the
same person, and live in the same
house, and yet never take the slight
est notice of each other. We have a
spaniel so dignified that he will never
permit another member of the dog
family to pillow his head upon him;
but, with the egotism of a true aris
tocrat, he does not hesitate to make
use of the other dogs for that pur
pose. Henry C. Merwin, in th At
lantic. Was Doing Her Best,
' William Pruette, the singer, tells
of a servant girl who came to Mrs.
Pruette In tears and asked permission
to go home for a few days. She had
a telegram saying her mother was
sick.
"Certainly, you may go," said Mrs.
Pruette, "only don't stay longer than
la necessary, as we need you."
A week passed, and not a word
from her. Then came a note which
read:
"Dear Miss Pruette 1 will be back
nex week an plese kep my place for
me mother la dying as fast as she
can." Success Magazine,
FOUGHT FOR LIFE WITH FANATIC
A copy of an order issued in the
Philippines, which calls the attention
of the army to the gallant conduct of
Private Jeremiah Cronln, of the Twenty-third
Infantry, has JUBt been sent
throughout the army by the War De
partment. The order, officially, cap
tioned "gallant conduct," tells what
Cronln did, and this, according to of
ficers on Governors Island, was one of
the bravest acts in the history of the
service.
Army men who have served in the
Moro country in the Philippines are a
unit in declaring that the hardest man
to kill in the world Is the Mohamme
dan fanatic among the Moros. Colo
nel Scolt, Superintendent of the Mil
itary Academy at West Point, who
was for several years In command of
operations against the Moros, has said
that the Moro bolo is the deadliest
thing in the world In the hands of a
Moro.
Jerry Cronln, according to the or
der issued In the Department of Min
danao and signed by Lieutenant F. S.
Young, his battalion adjutant, did
nothing more or less than fight with
a stick of kindling wood a Moro
armed with a bolo. This was in a
district of Mindanao, where the
Twenty-third Infantry was on duty.
The Moro's weapon, the order
states, was "a heavy, keen edged
working bolo."
The order says that Private Harry
Smith, of the Twenty-third, "while
walking unarmed, about seventy-five
yards In the rear of his barracks at
6.40 a. m.," was surprised and as
saulted by a bolo-armed Moro. The
Moro first indicted a wound in the
back of Smith's head, then he struck
him on the left arm. The force of
this blow threw Smith to the ground
with such force that his shoulder was
dislocated. Thus he was absolutely
at the mercy of the Moro.
At this point Cronln comes into the
affair. Cronln happened to leave the
barracks and, hearing Smith's cry,
hurried to the rescue. Cronln had no
arms of any kind, but he knew he
had no time to lose if Smith's life was
to be saved. Seizing a stick of kind
ling wood that was lying on the
ground Cronln started for the Moro.
The Moro was Just about to end
Smith's struggles with another blow
of his bolo when Cronln rushed upon
him.
Then bpgan the strange single corn
hat. For ten minutes Cronln and the
Moro fought, the soldier deftly parry
ing every swing of the bolo with his
stick of kindling wood. The noise of
the struggle was heard In the bar
racks and an armed detachment of
soldiers was sent to aid Cronln.
The rescuing soldiers were unable
to fire at first without danger of hit
ting Cronln. He shouted to them to
take up a certain position, adding
that he would fight the Moro into
range, at the same time covering him
self. He did it, and the soldiers be
gan firing. Half a dozen steel capped
bullets were Imbedded In the Moro's
body before he gave up fighting and
fell to the ground, dead.
The order in which the story of
Jerry Cronln is told closes by stating
that his "coolnees and presence of
mind and his fearless attack with only
a club on a desperate well armed
Moro, Indicate high soldiery qualities
and reflect credit not only upon hlm
Belf, but upon hlB company and regi
ment as well."
In passing It may be added that
"Jerry" is on the way home with his
regiment now. New York Times.
HANDLING A TIGER.
"In a cage near the room In which
I lived while in Khiva," says Mr.
Langdon Warner in the Century Mag
azine, "was a tiger from the Oxus
swamps. He had taken a dislike to
me, and every time I passed his cage
he got up and paced angrily toward
he, snarling.
"Into the cage of this beast, at the
command of the prince, a Turcoman
stepped, armed with a short stick as
big round bb his wrist. With this
stick he struck the tiger's nose as he
made for him, and then, with the
palms out and eyes fixed, he walked
slowly up to the shrinking beast and
stoked his face and flank.
"The tiger snarled and took the
man's hand in his open month. I
held my breath and looked for the
bleeding stump to fall away. But
keeping that hand perfectly still, with
the other he tickled the tiger's Jowl
and scratched his ear. till with a yawn
and a pleased snarl the bigVat rolled
over on his back to have his belly
scratched.
"The man then sank to his knees,
always keeping his hands In motion
over the glossy fur, and with his foot
drew toward him a collar attached
to a chain. This he snapped round
the beast's neck and. rising to his
foet, laid hold of the chain and
dragged the tiger out.
"This was only the second time
that the cage hrd been entered. As
soon as the tler was outside he es
pied the watching party and started
for them, but' came up short on the
collar. If he had chosen to use his
weight and strength no four of them
could have held his tether, but as it
was, the Turcoman found little diffi
culty with him, and held him, snarl
lng, while a camera was snapped."
HIS "BOYS.'
There are times when the so-called
"red tape" of the army gives way
under the stress of circumstances. At
the Battle of Chickamauga, General
Wllllch, who was commanding a bri
gade, incurred the displeasure of Gen
eral Rosecrans, the commanding gen
eral, by some very slight omission.
General Wllllch was sent for, and
Informed by the general commanding
that be must consider himself under
arrest for the present.
"General," said Rosecrans, sternly,
"consider yourself under arrest, and
leave your sword here until your case
Is tried."
"Yes, general, I will consider my
self under arrest," was the reply,
"and shust so zoon as dls fight's over
I'll come and fix htm up."
"But, sir," said the astounded
Rosecrans, "I want you to consider
yourself under arrest now."
"Of course I do," responded Wllllch
promptly, "and so zoon as I get oil
dls fight, I'll be up and settle him."
"But, sir," expostulated the com
manding general, "I can't let you go
Into this fight. You are under ar
rest. I will assign an officer to your
brigade."
"You send an officer to fight my
boys! " cried Wllllch, indignantly.
"He can't do It; they don't know him.
Me they know; I teach them. I fight
them, and none of the boys would
know how to fight or what to do,
only when I go with them. My boys
belong to me; yes, me, General Wll
llch. I command the brigade, and I
must fight the brigade!"
General Rosecrans gave it up.
General Wllllch was requested to re
turn and "fight his boys," which he
did most successfully. And that was
the end of the matter.
PUGNACIOUS EAGLE OWL.
On his way home one evening last
October from Karbenning railway sta
tion, in central Sweden, a young man
when passing through a small wood
was vigorously attacked by an eagle
owl. Alighting on his shoulder, the
bird Inflicted some severe woundswlth
its powerful beak and claws, and
when beaten off it carried off his cap
In token of victory.
Some years ago several similar at
tacks by eagle owls occurred during
the summer months In the province
of Vester Gotland, in one of which an
unfortunate old man lost an eye.
A correspondent of the Swedish pe
riodical Fran Skog or'a SIo states that
in the part of Vermeland to which he
belongs there was an eagle owl which
became well known for its repeated
attacks on humanbelngs who chanced
to come near Us abode. While cut
ting timber one day a man was as
sailed by the bird, which drove Its
claws into the upon part of his body.
He managed to get rid of It, but it
at once came on again, when a blow
from his axe put an end to its further
attentions. A peasant in the parish
of Stammar, Nerike, had a similar
experience in April last. He was
fetching water from a lake cIobs by
his house when an eagle owl suddenly
flew at him. A kick made It retire a
few yards, when it came In contact
with the fence. This seemed to irri
tate it, for It returned to the attack,
but the man seized it by the neck,
tucked it under his arm and carried
It off home.
On the way the owl's mate kept fly
ing around In unpleasantly close prox
imity. Ultimately the captor had to
despatch his prisoner, his wife and
children being much scared at its for
midable aspect. From the Field.
AN AVERTED DUEL.
There was 'nothing old Pomp en
Joyed more than telling stories of the
importance of his position In the days
"befo' de wah," when he was a con
spicuous figure on a Southern planta
tion of the best sort. "I brung up
Marse Charlie an' Marse William," he
often said, solemnly. "Delr own
fam'ly 'lowed I saved bote deir lives
once, besides all de res' I done fo'
'em.
" 'Twar Jes' like dls: Marse Charlie
an' Marse William, dey bote tuk de
mos' 'grejus fancy to a young lady dat
come a-visittng de house; an' some
body had fill delr foolish haids all up
wid talk about duels; an' dey Jes'
promulgated to hab one, an' find out
which ob 'em was to hab de young
lady.
"Marse Challo he was sebenteen,
short an' fiery, an' Marse William he
was sixteen, slim an' cool; but dey
was bofe sot an' 'termlned on de duel.
"Course dey didn't tell me 'bout
It, but I s'pected It, same as I always
did, 'kase I looked after dem boys
fo' deir paw an' maw, when dere was
comp'ny.
"So I watched out, an' I follered,
an' I crep' up to where dey was be
ginning to take p'sition fo" de duel,
an' an' I jes' broke It up."
"How did you do it. Pomp?" each
listener is sure to nsk.
"How did I do it. chile? Why, I
jes' emptied a pail o' water right on
Marse Charlie's ha!d, an' I tuk an'
spanked Marse William dat's how."
The Hot Air 1'iirnnce.
There' was a young publleher who
made a sudden fortune by appealing
to that largely neglected class which
we call society. Gaining riches, the
young publisher retired and was seen
less and less in his old haunts.
"Where's Lawrence?" some one
asked of "Mr. Dooley."
Dooley answered: "Oh, he's up
town now warming his hands at the
Social Register." Success.
The flour mills of Minneapolis
grind 120,000,000 bushels of wheat
ever year.
ON BEING BROKE.
O gentle reader, wast thou ever broke,
Financially embarrassed, up a tree,
With not one dollar, not one sou markee,
And not a friend whose aid thou might'st
invoke?
With rage and thirst did ever all but
choke,
And pause and wonder whence the bully
gee
The next square meal was coming unto
thee,
With watch and chain and diamond stud
in soak?
If so, kind friend, I hail thee as a
brother!
No mercenary bard, in truth, am I,
But this one fact, which I have tried to
smother,
Is universal, and it cannot die:
A dollar is thy friend as is none other.
And poverty's a crime. Dispute it? Try I
Willis Leonard Clanahan, in Puck.
THE REASON.
"I am tired of being made the
goat."
"Then why don't you stop butting
In?" Baltimore American.
THE NEW GIRL.
Mistress "There, Emma, that's
how the glasses should go."
New Maid "Yes'm, yes. You see
I've never lived in a drinking family
before." London Punch.
THE NATURAL REASON.
"Why is Mrs. Cashit's fine new
whispering gallery with its rubber
plants so unpopular?"
"Paradoxically, because it Is a tell
ing success." New York Journal.
OTHER INTERESTS.
"Just a word, my dear."
Yes?"
"Can't I Interest you In votes for
women?"
"Not until after I get my winter
furs." Kansas City Journal.
WATERED.
"How's your chicken farm getting
on?"
"I gave tip chickens. There's so
much water on the farm that I'm
specializing ducks?" New York
Evening Telegram.
ONE DID, ANYWAY.
She "Do you suppose a man ever
spoke the truth when he told a wom
an she was the only one he ever
kissed?"
He "Well, I don't believe Adam
lied about It to Eve." Tit-Bits.
BEAT THE RECORD.
She "How far can your ancestry
be traced?"
He "Well, when my grandfather
resigned his position as cashier of a
county bank they traced him as far
as China, but he got away." Pitts
burg Observer.
THE REMAINS.
A negro died without medical at
tendance, and the Coroner went to in
vestigate. "Did Samuel Williams live here?"
he asked the weeping woman who
opened the door.
"Yassuh," she replied between
sobs. '
"I want to see the rt mains."
"I Is de remains," she answered
proudly. Everybody's.
AN EXPLODED THEORY.
"Do you believe there Is anything
In mental suggestion?"
"Not a thing."
"Don't you think it Is possible If
one person keeps his mind steadily
fixed on a certain thing which he
wishes another to do that the other
will be influenced bo that he will
eventually do It?"
"No, I don't believe in the theory
at all. I've been wishing for a week
that you'd pay me what you owe me
without making it necessary for me
to ask you for it." Chicago Record
Herald. HOW TO KNOW THE TWINS.
The Eeverly twins, Fred and
Frank, were such exact counterparts
of each other that none of the neigh
bors could tell them apart, and even
their mother sometimes had her
doubts. The resemblance is accen
tuated by the fact that they are
dressed exactly alike.
"How in the world can you your
self tell which Is which, Mrs. Eev
erly?" asked a caller one day.
"To tell the truth," she answered,
"I can't always; but if I hear a noise
in the pantry and I call out, 'Fred,
is that you?' and he says, 'Yes, mam
ma,' I know it's Frank, and that he's
in some kind of mischief." Youth's
Companion.
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Keenly Observing, Carelessly
Observed.
Lincoln, one of the greatest of ob
servers, was himself the least truly
observed. God had built him in the
backyard of the nation, and there,
wrapped in homely guise, had preserv
ed and matured his pure humanity. He
was heard, but seems rarely, If ever,
to have been truly seen. The re
ports we have of him do not satisfy,
do not Justify themselves, are Incon
sistent. The Eastern, old-world eye
could not read beyond the queer hat,
bad tailoring, and boots you could not
now give away and he was so long
he fairly had to stoop to look the
little world in the face. Never had
bad tailoring and homely deferential
manner so completely hidden seer.
Jester, master of men, as did these
simple accoutrements this first great
gift of the West. The world ever
reads simple, deferential manner
true evidence of Innate refinement
as weakness, timidity and Indecision,
Just as It reads strength in noise, and
power Jn abuse. It is eald of sound
that volume will start a tear more
quickly than quality of tone. But It
is surprising that professional ob
servers, artists and writers alike,
have drawn and redrawn an untrue
picture of this man. Everybody's.
Japan's National Spirit
Toklo now has a monthly review
which was established to promote and
explain the national spirit of Japan.
It is authoritative, being edited by
Colonel Takahlshl, under the patron
age of Admiral Ito, General Terau
chl and General Nogi, and it contains
some notable expositions of Japanese
ethics. Thus, the editor, declaring
it to be the object of the publication
"to lead humanity to true happiness,"
proclaims that "it is the duty of all
men to improve their condition of life
by forming good habits and acquiring
refined customs, and to carry out the
divine will with unswerving faith.'
GET POWER
The Supply Comes From Food.
If we get power - from food, why
not strive to get all the power we can.
That Is only possible by use of skil
fully selected food that exactly fits
the requirements of the body.
Poor fuel makes a poor fire and a
poor fire is not a good steam pro
ducer. "From not knowing how to select
the right food to fit my needs, I suf
fered grievously for a long time from
stomach troubles," writes a lady from
a little town In Missouri.
"It seemed as if I would never be
able to find out the sort of food that
was best for me. Hardly anything
that I could eat would stay on my
stomach. Every attempt gave me
heart-burn and filled my stomach
with gas. I got thinner and thinner
until I literally became a living skele
ton and in time was compelled to
keep to my bed.
"A few months ago I was persuad
ed to try Grape-Nuts food, and it had
such good effect from the very begin
ning that I have kerjt up its use ever
since. I was surprised at the ease
with which I digested it. "It proved
to be Just what I needed.
"All my unpleasant symptoms, the
heart-burn, the Inflated feeling which i
gave me bo much pain disappeared.
My weight gradually increased frum
SS to 116 lbs., my figure rounded out,
my strength came back, and I am now
able to do my housework and enjoy
it. Grape-Nuts d!1 it."
A ten days' trial will show anyone
some facts about food.
Look in pkgs. for the little book,
"The Road to Wellville." "There's a
Reason."
Ever read the above letter? A new .
one appears from time to time.. They
are genuine, true, end full of human
Interest.
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