Harmon's What It For Hlni and VV. R. Hose, In Cleveland Plain Dealer. The local bumped Ita wny to a full top alongside the little rulhvny i!n- Won. The few passengers rnpldly scattered, the frnntlc appmila of the barker for the Hooper House 'litis falling on unheeding ears. One pas senger was a little slower In his move, merits. He had cast n quick glance at the loungers on the platform, and .then turned back to the truck that was drawn up bcsldo the baggage ear. He pointed out his trunk to the baggage ninster ns he handed over the claim check, and Just then a voice tailed him. "Over here, Harmon," It said. The young man looked across the platform. A bearded man In a farm wagon drawn by a restless team had hnlled him from the highway. The young nan waved his hand and picking up his trunk carried It to the waiting wagon and put It In behind the scat. Then he reached up his hand to the bearded man. "How are yon, father?" The older man ignored the prof fered grasp. "Get In," he hastily directed, ".this team ain't none too easy to hold. Th' nigh horso there Is likely to bolt if the engine toots." The young man wung himself into the scat. "Let me drive them, father." , "Forgotten how, haven't you?" "N'o, father." Wait a minute." The engine hoarsely tooted and the nigh horse went up In the air. "What did I tell you whoa there, whoa!" The team clattered up the main street, the driver finally bringing them down to a safe pace. As they truck the highway beyond the vil lage, the gray eyes turned toward the younger man. "Well, son, you've got an educa tion." "Yes, father, and a very good edu eatlon It Is." "An' you're through college for good and all?" "For good and all." The older man clucked to his team. "Well, I've done what promised your mother I'd do. I've sent you through." "I'm very grateful, father. ' 1 "Just grateful in words." "In every way." There was a little silence. "An' you think the education pays?" "Yes, Indeed. No matter what I may do my education will be a help to me." Even If It's farmln'?" Yes. father." That sounds all right." He gave the young man another quick glance. You know this schoolin' of yours pinched me a good deal." "I know, father, and I did my best to make the expense as light as pos sible." "But It pinched just th' same. An' you feel as If you were In debt to mo tome, eh?" "I owe you a great deal, father." That's th' right spirit. An' you've come back to work It out, eh?" "Yes, father. I've come back to do my best to show you that I appreciate your kindness and your Belf-sacriflce." "Prove It," said the older man tersely. He turned the team Into a driveway that led beside an old gray farm house. "Let me put up the horses, father." He leaped down lightly and put the trunk on the back porch of the farm house, then drove the team across the yard and Into the barn. The older man looked after him. "Seems strong an' good-natured," he said. "I wonder how long his good-nature will last." He turned abruptly and entered the house. .When he had Informed the old house keeper that his son had come home, he came out on the porch and washed his hands and face in the tin basin. "Th' boy takes after his mother," he murmured. "I never noticed it o much before. Well, I did what I promised her I'd do. The boy's got his college education an' thinks well f it. Though how it's goin' to help Ihlm in farmin' I don't quite see." He looked toward the barn. The young nan had come out and was just clos ing the doors. "He's quick enough," muttered the old man. "I'll get out j- to th' barn a little later an" see if he's fixed things right. Hullo, what's that?" A cry from the broad pasture at the left had startled him. Across it he aw a little girl running. Her hat was off and her hair flew about. The young man heard her, too. He ran to the fence. "What is it?" he cried. The older man could not hear the child's reply. But the young man leaped the fence and started across the field at a remarkably rapid pace. As he passed the girl she turned and followed him. Almost in a moment he had dipped Into the hollow beyond the pasture and disappeared from the older man's view. "Harmon! " he cried, but it was too late. ' The old man growled beneath his hreath and crossed the yard, scowling angrily. "That was Jim Parker's little girl," he muttered. "I s'pose Jim's on one of his tantrums. But th' boy had no business to mix in it. Jim is likely to hurt him. I'd go half a mile out of jny way to avoid Jim when he's Education. What Jolin Gregg Learned. . i drunk. I wonder what'B happening?" It was nearly a half hour before tho boy camo bnck.' He was wnlklng briskly with his hands in his cout pockets. "Sorry to hnvo kept you waiting, father," he said In his ensy way. Tho old man looked him over. "Where have you, been?" he de manded. Tho young man laughed. "Ili'i-n making a hurried call on one of our neighbors," he replied. Ho filled the tin washbasin nt the pump and the old man noticed that tho knuckles of his left hand were bleeding. "See here," he cried roughly, "you mustn't mix In matters that don't con cern you." 'Tut this did concern me, father," snld Harmon, lightly. "Our neighbor was drunk and ugly and was shame lessly abusing his poor little wife." There was n brief silence. "Well?" demanded the old man. "He Is sorry he nbused her," re plied Harmon, gravely, "and I don't bellevo he will abuse her again." The old man stared hard at his son. "Did you learn that at college?" he asked . "Yes, father." "Come in to supper." They ate In silence. "Son," said tho old man presently, "I'm sorry I couldn't come down to th' school th' day you gof. your papers. I was too busy to got away." "I was disappointed," said Harmon, "but I knew it was a considerable I You Can Try. (0 4V rei it ) iO rt 99 99 ( 99 99 91 Every day that comes to you You can try. Something worth the while to do You can try; Only give the plan a trial, Test it with a hopeful smile; Something that is worth the while. You can try. Even tho' the day be dark You can try. For at least one credit mark You can try; At misfortune never rail, Tho' you often fall and fail Rise again and trim your sail You can try. Cleveland Plain Dealer. 99 a 69 Journey and that you have but little time." "You got through all right?" "Yes, father." "Guess we'll go up to the north woods to-morrow an' cut some winter wood." "All right, father." So Harmon Gregg's life on the farm began. He was a steady'worker and a great help to the old man. When the day's work was ended he ate his Bupper and tramped down to the vil lage. Once tho old man remonstrated. Tho boy laughed. "I must have a llttlev variety, fa ther. All work and no play makes Jack a much poorer worker." "No carousing, boy." And the boy laughed again. It was like the old man to make no inquiries concerning his Bon's do ings in the village. But ono day he was at the .foot of the driveway when Abner Simmons drove by. "Hullo," said Abner, as he drew in his horse, "how are ye, Gregg?" "As well as usual," tho old man re sponded. The neighbor leaned down. "That's a great boy of yours," ho remarked. "Th' boy's all right," said the old man sharply. "Both my boys think he's the finest thing that ever walked." Abner chuckled. "I s'pose you know what he's up to?" "I know pretty well what he's up to in th' daytime," said Harmon's father. "Don't he talk to you about it?" "He talks to me about things he knows I'm interested in." "Well, mebby you'll be more inter ested in learnln' it from me. First, he's got a Bort o' literary club goin' down there. It's really more of a school. He gets up an' gives little talks on lnterestln' subjects, an' the room's crowded every Tuesday night. I went down with the boys las' Tues day an' it was just wonderful th' way he handled things. Never had no trouble but once. Pete Mullins an' a couple of his Inlet gang came up to hoot an' break up th' meeting' an' your boy went out an' got Pete you know how big he is an' fetched him in an' made him sit in th' front row all th evening. Your boy's been re organize' th' fire department, too. It was a good deal run down, but he's got th' broken engine tinkered into shape, an' the two companies recruit ed up, an' he's run a telephone wire from th" hotel to th" engine house. Th' boys wanted to make him chief, but he wouldn't take it. An' there's a lot o' talk about 'lecting him -school trustee. It he keeps on th' way he's going piling up friends he can have anything he wants. Better go down an' hear him talk nex' Tuesday night his aubjec' is 'The Advantages oi a college Education.' Well, so long." He lifted the reins and clucked to the horse. As he passed beyond ear shot he growled under his breath, "Derned ol' grouch, ho don't deserve to have a son." And Harmon's father turned and slowly walked up the driveway. He was thinking deeply. Of course he hadn't asked his boy's confidence, but the lad might have told him some thing about his work In the village. It wasn't right that the information should come to him from Abner Sim mons, n man who had never liked him. He even funded Abner took a special delight In giving him the news a delight born of dislike. It was the college education that was to blame for it all. To blamo for what? For his boy's being helpful and popular? And then ho suddenly contrasted Harmon with Abner Simmons' simple but well meaning lads, and a chuckle came from his tightly drawn lira. The next Tuesdny night he went down to tho village. He waited a half hour before he followed bis son. When ho reached tho little hall over the postofllce he found It filled. lie went up the stairs part way nnd stopped and listened. He could hear Harmon's clear voice and then a quick burst of applause. He waited a moment longer nnd then went down the stairs heavily and slowly walked home. It was like the man to say nothing to his son concerning his village con nections. Hut there were times when he sorely wished his boy would show a little more confidence. And then one day in the late fall ho had a surprising visitor. Harmon had gone to the grist mill nix mllcl away. The trip would take the entire morning. The old man was ) to in to re 99 9$ tt if 93 09 99 93 99 93 99 93 in the driveway when an automobile stopped In the highway and an elderly man alighted. He was an elderly man of distinguished appearance, gray bearded and spectacled. "Is this the home of Mr. Gregg?" ho asked. "I am John Gregg." "The father of Harmon Gregg?" "Yes." "I congratulate you, Mr. Gregg. 1 am Dr. Eudlcott, president of the col lege your son attended Is he at home?" "N'o. He will not return until late In th' afternoon." "I am sorry," said the visitor. "I hoped to meet him. We think very favorably of your son at our school, Mr. Gregg." "I am glad to know it," said Har mon's father. "No doubt you know, too, that his fellow classmates voted hlin tho most popular man In his class?" "No," replied Harmon's father, "I didn't know that." The keen gray eyes of the college head studied the farmer a moment. "I'd like to have a little talk with you, Mr. Gregg," ho said. "Come up on the porch," replied Harmon's father. He led tho way and offered his vis itor a chair. "I want to say to you frankly, Dr. Endicott," he suddenly remarked, "that I don't believe in a college edu cation." "So much the more to your credit," said the college president lightly, "for letting the boy enjoy its advantages." "I had promised his mother," said Harmon's father, on the defensive. The visitor gravely bowed. "Have you found that his education has harmed your son?" "No," replied Harmon's father. "I'll admit that it hasn't changed him any. The boy came home and went right back to farming as if nothing had happened. He's a good boy and a useful boy." "We can agree on that, Mr. Gregg," said the visitor with a quick smile. "But I must talk fast. My friends are waiting for me. They made a little detour in order to give me a chance to meet Harmon's father. I will ask you to convey two messages to him. Tell him, if you please, that I met the President one day last week and he sent your son his "regards." "What President?" "The President of the United States." "He sent my son his regards?" "Why, yes. He met Harmon dur ing commencement week and was much taken with him. They are lath Phi Beta Kappa wen, you know. Ho wanted me to say to Harmon that there is a certain consulate which re quires a young, energetic and licalihy Ineumhent and he Intimated that your son possesses the necessary qualifications." Harmon's father breathed hard. He stared at his visitor. And the keen eyes twinkled behind the glasses. "Now for the second message. A certain man of grent wealth has for mulated a scheme for civic and social bettormont. He 1b willing to give a large sum of money for this worthy purpose. Those of us who are In the secret have been looking about for a young man to serve as executive sec retary. Ills field of usefulness will be wide, his duties many and we are pre pared to pay hlni a handsome Balary. On my recommendation the name of your son ha9 been favorably consid ered for the place. It Is the sort of work he would like and I have every confidence In his ability to fill tho position. I am quite sure he would prefer It to the consulate. Ask Har mon to let me hear from him as soon as possible. I am glad to have met you, sir. Good day." The old man watched the automo bile dlsnppear and was still sitting on the porch when his son came back. ' "Come tip here, boy," he called to him. "Leave the horse In the drive way." Hnrmon came up wondering. "What Is It, father?" "Sit down, son." He hesitated a moment. "Boy," he began, "I'm a narrow man an' full of bitter preju dices." "Father." "It's th' life, I think nn' th' hard work. The only beautiful thing that ever came to me was your mother, an' nfter she went I grew still harder. You mustn't blame me too much, son." "Why, father, I'm not blaming you." "You're a good boy there never was a better. I hear It on every side an' they're reaching for you from out In th' world, son an' what am I that I should prison you up on this poor old farm?" "Father, my first duty Is to you." "An' have I no duty? Oh, I've been thinking It out this afternoon. I'm all wrong. An' there's one comfort I believe I knew 1 was wrong from the very start. I'm going to surrender. I'm proud of you, lad, proud of your record, of your friends, of your edu cation. But you can't stay on this farm any longer. Give mo your hand, son." They stood up with their hands clasped. "Wherever you go, however you rise, man to man, we must ever be good friends." The young man's voice broke a little the simple earnestness of the appeal touched him. "Always the best of friends, my father." S Norway's Railroad ; Wonder. S Norwegian engineers claim with Justice that the new railway running between Bergen and Chrlstianla Is the moBt remarkable and interesting in existence. The two cities are separ ated by 320 miles, but the interven ing region comprises some of the wildest and most Inaccessible heights of the great mountain system of the peninsula. No road has ever crossed these tracts, and the only means of communication between the capital and the first commercial port of the kingdom has hitherto been by sea, the journey taking fifty-six hours. Considering the nature of the ground the Bergen Railway follows a singularly direct route to Chrlstianla. Tho line Is carried up from Voss by a steep gradient to the top of the deso late Fleldberg, round the neck of the towering Hallinsharvet, with its neck lace of glaciers and its beautiful mountain flora, nnd down through the rich scenery of Halllngdal, where ap parently limitless forests of pine and birch and aBh clothe the sides of the rounded hills, whose forms were ground out by prehistoric glacial ac tion. All along tho marvellous route the air Is filled with the roar end thunder of water courses, dashing down preci pices of dizzy heights, pouring an Im mense volume of Ice-cold water into the valleys and fiords, forming here a rapid of seething, boiling water whose prismatic surf rises high like artillery smoke, and there, a pool ol suddenly still, limpid depth where you can count the pebbles and watch tho salmon trout. In the fifty-two miles between Voss and Flnse, the highest station on the line, there is a rise of 3800 feet, and from Flnse down through the Hal llngdal to Gulsvik, a distance of 100 miles, there is a drop of 3500 feet. A locomotive ot 800 horse power is used for the. trains, and the traveling is smooth and pleasant throughout. It seems to be a peculiarity of Norwe gian trains to carry passengers with out a jolt or a shake. .Technical World. On Getting a Civil Answer. F. Hopkinson Smith, talking to the Southern Society the other night. complained ot New York's bad man ners. "We live in the most Insolent city in the world," he said. "We can't get a decent answer from a car conductor or a policeman." A not uncommon complaint, this, and one that always surprises persons whose experience has taught them that j courteous inquiry rarely falls to bring a like response. The man who created the charmlns and hospitable Colonel Carter cannot be Ignorant ol the way to get a civil answer. Hart ford Courant. Hcclpo For Flying. Mix a thoumiml feet of lumber With a nullum ynriln of luck; Take a humlrcil yards of ennvnt And a billion mil of pluck; Gi't a barrel nf indifference, With n tnnk nf giiHoliiie, And a fluid by some hie city Where you surely will be seen; Rig a queer new-fangled rudder, Turn it sliiplmjm with n wheel, Get a thouMiml-dollnr motor And some nerves of finest steelj Get your picture in the paper, Say you re "not quite ready yet," And if you should take a tumlile Why, just Unlit n cigarette. (When the whole thing put together (.'till it your "new aeroplane," 'And if you don't succeed at first. Why, fiy, (ly again. Get a President if liandy, And of Senators a score, A regiment of cavalry, And, of course, a signal corps. Tick a day that's calm nnd windless, With a clear and cloudless sky; Get aboard and start the motor And then well, perhaps vou'll fly. -Frank Dunphy, in the New York World. The Alternative. "Let's go to the theatre?" "I've nothing to wear." "Then we'll go to the opera.". Ltpplncolt's. Are You One? "Say, Pop, what's a pessimist?" "A pessimist, my son, is one who, of two evils, chooses thera both." . Everybody's. The Natural Place. "Where should a vessel encounter the teeth of a gale?" "I don't know, unless It Is in the mouth of a river." Tho Powers That Talk. Willie "Pa, what are 'Conversa tional Powers?' " Pa "Oh, any of the South Ameri can republics." Puck. , A Distinction. Uncle Henry "Back from Wash ington, SI? See Congress in action?" Uncle Silas "Naw; 1 only saw em In session." Judge. Erased. "Is there any soup on the bill of fare?" "No, sir there was, but I wiped It on." Harvard Lampoon. New Name For Old Dope. The literary boarder fastened his eyes upon the hash.- "Klndly pass the Reviews of Re views," he said. Everybody's. Unmistakable Messages. He (gushingly) "Your eyes tell me much." She (icily) "Your breath tells me more." Cornell Widow. The Money Question. "Wot do they mean, Jimmy, when they say money talks?" "I dunno, unless It's the wonder ful way it says goodby to yer." Loa don Tatler. Affluence. "Who Is the gentleman seated In the large touring car?" "That is the poet laureate of a well-known biscuit factory." Birm ingham Age-Herald. nnlf-nnd-IInlf. "I don't understand you, Linda. One day you're bright and Jolly, and the next depressed and sad." "Well, I'm in half-mourning, that's why." Fliegende Blaetter. Immune. Farmer Grayneck "S'pose you are goin' to git the automobile fever, Ezry, like everybody else?" Farmer Hornbeak "Nope! I've been vaccinated In the pocketbook, and it took." Puck. A Mother's Anxiety. Willie "Ma, can't I go out on the street for a little while? Tommy Jones says there's a comet to be Been." Mother "Well, yes; but don't you go too near." Boston Transcript. A Medical Question. Said Willie "A motor car backs you clean off o' the earth when it cracks you." "That's an automobile," "But how does it feel when a -big locomotor ataxia?" Toledo Blade. Did He Get It? A sailor had just shown a lady over the ship. In thanking him she said: "I am sorry to see by the rules that tips are forbidden on your ship." "Lor bless you, ma'am,' replied the sailor, "so were apples In the garden of Eden." Everybody's Mag. azlne. Happy Hour. He "Do you remember the night I proposed to you?" She "Yes, dear." He "We sat for an hour and yon never opened your mouth." She "Yes, I remember, dear." He "Ah", that was the happiest hour ot my life!" Philadelphia Inquirer. DYNAMITE U8ED TO PLOW Oklahoma Evolves New Method o Preparing Virgin Soil for Cu.Uvmiu. ' Farmers In Texas county, Oklahoma, are trying a unique but effective way of breaking virgin sod, Introduced by C. H. Phillips. After boring boles In the ground about twenty feet apart and thrw feet deep, Phillips places a stick ol dynamite In each. These were con? tiected and shot at the same time. The ground was torn up and will be left to absorb nature until plow tlm. Mr. Phillips belloves that the ground, deep down, will conserve the moist ure. On the ground which he had thus treated he says he will put out, in a small way, diversified crops and note carefully tho result of the new method of breaking soil. The experiment will be wntchej with considerable Interest, as It la the first trial of the kind in the state. Farmers have generally plowed thelf ground deep, hut the method employ. v ed by Mr. Phillips and others, is new In soli cultivation. Not nn Inch of Ifcnltliy Skin Left. "My little son, a boy of five, brok out with an Itching rash. Three doc tors prescribed for blm, but he kept getting worse until we could not dress him any more. They finally advised me to try a certain medical college, but its treatment did no good. At the time I was Induced to try Cutl cura he was so bad that I had to cut his hair off and put the Cutlcura Oint ment on him on bandages, as It was impossible to touch him with the bar hand. There was not one square inch of skin on his whole body that was not affected. He was one mass of sores. The bandages used to stick to his skin and In removing them it used to take the skin off with them, and the ncreams from the poor child wera heartbreaking. I began to think that he would never get well, but after the second application of Cutlcura Oint ment I begnn to see signs of improve ment, and with the third and fourth applications the sores commenced to dry up. His skin peeled off twenty times, but It finally yielded to th treatment. Now I can say that he li entirely cured, and a stronger and healthier boy you never saw than he Is to-day, twelve years or mort since the cure was effected. Robert Wattam, 1148 Forty-eighth St., Chi cago, 111., Oct. 9, 1909." 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