THE POOR
The poor man's pick nd shovel lead progression on her wayj
Alake enterprise move faster and bring commerce here to stny.
They route man'a field of labor, mm ,; his boundaries of toil
And produce the wealth of nations from the bed-rock and the soil,
The poor man's pick and shovel loose emancipation's chain,
And carry duration o'er the prairie and the plain.
They found the mighty city and the mansions of the rich.
Prepare the tombs of millionaires and dig the pauper's ditch.
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The poor man's drill and hammer rend the caverns of the earth j
liring forth the golden nugget and the ores of priceless worth.
They pierce old nature' secrets, and reveal, as ages roll.
The knowledge that is needed to light science to her gonl.
Laura W. (Sheldon, in the New York Times.
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Holding up the sample of pink
cashmere, Constance Wilbur looked
t It admiringly. "How ninny yards
wonld it take for a dress, mother?"
be asked, wistfully.
"Eight," responded Mrs. Wilbur,
r!efty. She was a little out of pa
tience with Constance on the subject
I pink cashmere. Ever since the
sjnestian of Constance's going to Ma
son Academy the next fall had been
settled, the girl had seemed to think
that a dress of this kind was neces
sary to complete her equipment. She
td Inherited certain qualities of per
Wence from her father's family.
"I don't see why all Aunt Edith's
"reuses are blues and grays," re
marked Constance. "At least, all
that she sends to me are."
There are two white dresses, a
serge and a dotted muslin," replied
Mrs. Wilbur, who was even then en
gaged in ripping up the seams of a
joft gray wool affair, "and you ought
to lie glad enough, Constance, that
your Aunt Edith sent this box of
clothes. We couldn't have managed
to have bought you so many dresses.
Too will have enough for a year."
"Just the same, you would have
sought me a pink cashmere It Aunt
Edith find not sent that box," persist
ed Constance.
Mrs. Wilbur smiled. "Well, my
dear, very likely I should; but it
mould have been your only dress-up
gown. You would have had to wear
it on all occasions. Very likely you
wonld have been known at school ns
the girl with the pink dress.' Now
yo will have this pretty gray voile,
the htiie chiffon and the two white
dresses. Besides that, every dollar
counts with your father this year."
This sample is only one dollar a
yard," said Constance, smoothing the
delicate wool between her fingers.
2ttrs. Wilbur mafia no reply, and
Constance, n'fter a pleading look to
ward her mother, picked up her books
auad left the roc ro.
v "I could buy or.e yard of It," she
thought, as she went down the street
on a delayed errand. "I have exactly
ne dollar."
s &n(L without thought of the necrs
Biry.cHr fares that the dollar was In
tended to pay for, Constance promptly
turned her steps toward the store
from which she had obtained the
ample.
The clerk held up fold after fold
f the delicately tinted cashmere, and
Condtsnce's eyes brightened as she
admire lI It. "It's just like a pink
nose." she declared.
The clerk glanced at the girl smil
ingly. "Just the shade to wear with
grown eyes and brown hair," he re
started. "I only want one yard," said Con
stance, and suddenly remembered the
car tares and a much-needed pair of
Stores. "I'd rather wear shabby
gloves than lose this!" she exclaimed.
"Cloves?" said the clerk. "Two
counters down toward the front," and
Constance picked up the small pack
age, put down the one dollar, and
walked briskly out.
The yard of cashmere was put care
fully away in a small trunk, where
Cocstance stored her (treasures; and
Constance, the pink sample still in
her purse, watched the advertise
ments of mark-downs with anxious
eyes. She said no more about a pink
cashmere, and Mrs. Wilbur congratu
lated herself that, after all, Constance
Had seen the folly of teasing for a
dress 'which she d'd not need and
which her father could cot afford to
purchase.
Before the summer was over Mrs.
Wilbur had occasion to speak to Con
Stance on the subject of the use of
Boner.
"I know, my dear girl, that your
allowance is small," she remarked
ne day, with a disapproving glance
at Constance's worn ribbon belt, "but
3 am sure it is sufficient for the little
things that we expect you to buy for
yoarself. Your gloves are shabby,
and thaf belt is really worn out."
Constance flushed, but she made no
explanation. Mrs. Wilbur sighed a
Utile, finding an excuse for Constance
la the thought that a girl of sixteen
f onbtless v found soda-water, choco
lates and car rides of even more im
portance than fresh gloves and fault
Was belt ribbons.
. I suppose mother would think that
t had thrown my money away if she
could see these!" chuckled Constance
that evening, as she opened her treas
ure trunk and took out a carefully
wrapped package. "
Ehe undid - the wrappings and
spread the contents out on her bed.
There Were eight or nine pieces of
ale pink cashmere. The longest
strip was the first yard purchased.
wr wuicti cuuawutK uuu rectueasiy
Bttid one dollar. How often she had
scgretted her haste, for that week
As had discovered that there were
MAN'S TOOLS
such things ns remnant sales. Sam
ple In hand, she had gone from store
to store, turning over piles of short
length cashmeres, now and then suc
cessful in securing a match for her
goods.
Pieces of three-fourths of a yard
had been secured for twenty-five
cents. A remnant of a quarter of a
yard had been bought for five cents.
She was sure that two yards more
would give her material enough for
a dress, but time for sales was grow
ing short. In two weeks more Bhe
would have to start for Mason Acad
emy, and Constance realized that to
make this dress would require not'
only patience and planning, but more
work and time than would go to the
making of an ordinary gown.
"It will have to bo tucked and
tucked and tucked to hide the piec
ings," Constance decided, "but I'll do
It all, and I'm sure that mother will
help me plan It, for if anybody ever
earned anything, I've earned a pink
dress." And Constance recalled her
many tiresome tramps during the
warm summer days from store to
store, her many disappointments, and
the doing without of all the little
things which she had been accus
tomed to spend money for, but which
for the past six months she had reso
lutely denied herself.
"Your things are all ready now,
dear," said Mrs. Wilbur, a few days
later. "I don't think that you will
g Keep These Twelve Things
I in Mind.
The value of time. Lost capital may be restored by dili
gent use of experience; time lost is lost forever.
The success of perserverance. "Keeping everlastingly at
it" always brings the hoped-for results.
The pleasure of working. The only really unhappy, rich
or poor, are the idle.
The dignity of simplicity. When the "frills" are off the
man Is "on."
The worth of character. In the last analysis the only
real value is a clear conscience.
The power of kindness. It wins when all coercive meas
ures fall.
The influence cf example. Practice does more than pre
cept, In showing the way.
The obligation of duty. Your concern should not be so
much what you get, as what you do for what you get.
The wisdom of economy. The man who saves makes
more than he saves.
The virtue of patience. "All things come to him who
waits."
The improvement of talent. Talent is the only capital
which compounds itself by exercise.
The Joy of originating. The happiest man Is he who does
the best thing first. The Master Printer.
need anything in the way of dresses
for an entire year; and you can go
out to Aunt Edith's Saturday for a
week and get a breath of the country.
I am sorry that you have had to stay
in the city all summer, but, as you
hear me say so often, every dollar has
to count."
"Mother, I'd rather not go out to
Aunt Edith 's," Constance said. There
was to be a remnant sale on Saturday.
It would be her last chance, she
thought, and she must not miss it.
Mrs. Wilbur looked at her daughter
in- surprise; then her face softened.
"It's the child's last week at home,"
she said to herself, "and she wants
to stay with her father and me as
long as possible." So she replied in a
very tender tone, "Very well, dear,"
and a load was lifted from Con
stance's mind. She had feared that
her mother might insist upon the
visit.
Early Saturday morning Constance
was at the store advertising the rem
nant sale. As she eagerly turned
over the pile of delicately tinted cash
meres, she heard her own name
spoken, and glanced up, to see her
father standing beside her.
"Why, father," she exclaimed,
"what are you after?"
"I'm afraid you'll tell," he replied,
soberly.
Constance laughed. She and her
father were always the best of com
panions, and as she looked up into
his kindly face, she resolved that she
would tell him all about the remnant
dress.
"I won't tell, -honor bright," she
responded, laughingly.
"Well, I want to buy a present for
a young lady who is going away to
school," he said. "It is to be a sur
prise present, you see, and I want to
be very sure that she will like it."
"Of course she will," declared Con
stance. "This young lady belongs to rather
a queer family," went on Mr. Wilbur;
"at least, some people say so, I al
ways admired the family very much
myself. Well, this girl wanted a pink
dress I happened to hear quite by
accident and she didn't get over
wanting it; and I thought to myself
tbU, being like her father, she might
think that dress was of more Impor
tance than It really is, so I have start
ed out this morning to buy eight
yards of pink cashmere."
"But you can't afford It!" ex
claimed Constance.
"I am going to afford it," Mr. Wil
bur declared, so firmly that Con
stance laughed again. "That is, if
you will go with me and select the
right color."
"Walt just a moment, dad," for
Constance's glance had fallen upon
two lengths of rose-colored cashmere.
"There's a yard in one piece and a
yard and a half in the other, miss,"
said the clerk. "You can have the
two pieces for eighty cents."
"Now, dad," said Constance, having
paid for her purchase, "I have a story
to tell you about your only daughter.
I suppose mother has told you how
much I wantod a pink dress?" Mr.
Wilbur started as if surprised.
"Yes, I did," said Constance, laugh
ing, "nnd the more I thought about
It the more I wanted it. You see,
Aunt Edith's clothes are not just the
colors I like best, and I just made
up my mind that I must think out
some way to get a pink cashmere,"
and Constance looked up at her fa
ther. He nodded understanding)-, "Wil
bur nil over," he said.
"You see, my allowance Just covers
things," went on Constance, "so at
first I bought one yard off the piece.
After that I learned about remnant
sales, and, dad, I've bought the rest
in remnants. I've got the laBt piece
here. There are over nine yards In
all eleven pieces of them and they
cost me three dollars and twenty
cents."
"What did your mother say," ques
tlonetf Mr. Wilbur, "and how on earth
are you going to make a dress out of
those bits?"
"Mother doesn't know anything
about it," said Constance. "But it
was all my own money, dad. I just
went without some little things. I
suppose it will be lots of work to
make It. Do you suppose that mother
will care?"
"I suppose Bhe will think that you
are a Wilbur, all right!" chuckled
her father. "Talk about persistence!
Well, I guess there are not many
glrla of sixteen who would have
strength of will enough to have
earned a dress that way. For as 7
look at it, Constance, you have earned
every yard of that dress."
"There is only quarter of a yard In
one piece," said Constance.
Mr. Wilbur laughed again, and re
garded her approvingly. "Now run
home and show your pieces to moth
er," he said, "and tell her all about
It. And if any trimmings are needed,
Just let me know."
"I've saved a dollar for those,"
replied Constance.
"Mother, I've got a pink cashmere
dress," said the girl, as she brought
her bundle of remnants into the sit
ting room.
Mrs. Wilbur looked up with a little
smile. "So you met your father.
Well, my dear, he seemed to think
you deserved the dress, even if you
did not need it, and I was weak
minded enough to give in. You see,
when a Wilbur is really determined
about anything, somebody has to give
in."
"But, mother, I remembered that
every dollar counted this year, and bo
father did not have to buy it. I
bought it myself In remnants," and
Constance rapidly told the story of
the remnant sales, holding up piece
after piece of cashmere before her
mother's astonished eyes, as she de
scribed how she had acquired it, and
told of her long walks to save car
fares, and the series of other small
economies.
"I haven't bought an ice cream
soda this summer!", she concluded,
dramatically, and joined In her moth
er's laughter.
"It will be almost like making the
cloth," declared Mrs. Wilbur, holding
up the narrow strips, "but by tuck
ing, I'm pretty sure that the piecing
won't show."
"That's what I thought," agreed
Constance, happily.
The cashmere was undoubtedly the
most becoming of Constance's gowns,
and although it was spoken of as "the
remnant dress" by Constance and her
mother, Mr. Wilbur always referred
to It as "the Wilbur will dress."--Youth's
Companion.
In the Belgian Parliament there Is
an age minimum of twenty-five for
deputies and forty for senators.
A Wandering; Colonel, He
VVeatherby Has Fought Is Cuba and Frozen in Alaska
He's British Consul at nome NoW and He Likes the
Northern Rigors Better Than the Tropics Ran a
Spanish Blockade Off Santiago With Arms.
Col. Lionel It. Stuart Wcatherby,
who is his Britannic Majesty's Consul
at Nome, Alaska, is at the Waldorf,
having just returned from a brief
visit to London, whither he went to
show his friends over there a nugget
he had picked up In the North nnd to
renew old associations for a brief
time. ,
But the fashion of Piccadilly and
Pall Mall did not appeal to the Col
onel at all. Most of his life during
the last twenty years has been passed
away from England, for he has
sought adventure in India and South
Africa, and again in Cuba during the
last insurrection. So he clings to the
wide brimmed felt hat of the West
and a short coat. In manner he is
genial and he speaks In a full, round
voice, and he hasn't lost the broad
"a" of his younger days, though his
forehead has grown and grown. The
Colonel makes no attempt to conceal
this either, for what hair he has left
he wears closely cropped, In contrast
with the length of hie mustache.
"I went to the Northwest In '98
firBt," said Col. Weatherby. "First I
tried the Jtewson country, but In 1900
I came back" and went down Into
South America to explore the head
waters of the Amazon. I have never
told about it yet. In fact I am keep
ing quiet about that until I get ready
to tell what I found. I was down
there two years.
"There are few old timers left In
Alaska. Most of those who went up
there in the early days got out after
making their pile. Alaska is still the
richest gold country in the world, but
of course the Territory has undergone
tremendous changes. '
"During the last Cuban insurrec
tion I was in charge of a filibustering
expedition in the Horsa, a little fruit
steamer, and took a lot of rifles and
ammunition down there for the reb
els. One night we ran up near the
southern coast, but when we made
out a vessel which the Cuban major
with me said was a Spanish gunboat
wo made off Bhore again. Next night
we came back and came in sight of a
black cloud which the major said was
the island and we prepared to land
our cargo in boats. A field piece was
the moat important part of the outfit,
and I got that and the ammunition
belonging to it safely into the first
boat, and told the major to hold on
until the last boat left. Well, after
a few of the other boats had been
loaded the steamer started away nnd
I pulled in our hawsers and found
they had been cut. The Horsa after
ward arrived in Jamaica, was found
to have arms on board and was sent
up here with her captain, under ar
rest. "We found ourselves In a predica
ment. What we were told was land
turned out to be only a cloud, and in
stead of being a couple of miles off
shore we were fully thirty. To make
things worse, a storm came up and
we spent the night pitching up and
down. We couldn't see the stars,
and so couldn't make out which way
to Bteer. The crews "of the other
boats threw their cargoes overboard,
except one that was commanded by a
colonel. Next morning we could not
see land at all. I had put a tarpaulin
into the boat to cover the gun, and
we rigged this up with a sail, and
using this and the oars we made for
where we thought the land was. As
we had been told we were so near the
BASEBALL'S GREATEST PLAYER
How Hans Wagner.-the Pirates' Star. Got His
First Job on the Diamond.
Hugh S. Fullerton, the well-known
baseball expert, contributes an inter
esting sketch about Hans Wagner,
"the greatest baseball player In the
world," to the American Magazine.
Mr. Fullerton gives the following ac
count of how Wagner got his first
pay job at playing baseball.
"The career of Wagner in baseball
has been interesting. He was reared
in Carnegie, Pa., beforejt was ; Carne
gie, and he and his brothers played
the game there. John (I wonder
how many admirers of Honus, or
Hans, know his name is John P?)
was not a good player as a boy. The
brothers thought he was a bit too
awkward, and barred him except
when ho wanted to pitch. His arms
were tremendously long, and they as
sert around his home that when he
was a 'kid,' and his, legs were even
more bowed than they are now, he
could walk along and pick up apples
without stooping. That immense
length of arm has been one of the
physical advantages that has gone to
make him the greatest of all players.
Besides, he has shoulders almost as
wide as his arms are long, and he
could throw a ball with terrific speed.
Because he could throw so hard, all
the other boys bqasted 'no catcher
could hold John,' and thereupon made
him pitcher.
"Presently Al, who was John's
older brother, became a professional
player, and got a Job playing third
base for a team at Steubenvtlle, Ohio.
George Moreland, who now Is the
chief baseball statistician ot the coun
try, was seized with a mania for own
ing and managing teams, and he had
bought the Steubenville club and
hired Al Wagner. Moreland needed
a pitcher in the summer ot 1S95, and
land we had not put any water or
food Into the boat, and on the second
day the man upon whom we depended
to show us the way to Gomez's camp
went mad and tried to kill several o'f
us, so we had to tie him up. We
made out land on the second day, and
rowed for all we were worth, and that
night, the moon being clear, we hove
in sight of what seemed the entrance
to a beautiful bay.
'"AH at once two men-o'-war ap
peared, coming out of the opening.
It was the harbor of Santiago. I im
mediately ordered the tarpaulin down
and the men and I got under it, hop
ing that as we thus presented almost
a flat appearance upon the water we
would not be noticed, and we were
not, though one of the warships
passed within 500 yards of us before
turning east. The other turned west.
As soon as they got far enough away
we changed our course and rowed
along the coast until we found a bit
of beach. There we burled the field
niece and the breech block in sand
and brush, destroyed the trail and
running the boat out to sea stove a
hole In her. rl -'.
"We were all pretty weak, but I
Jajdjff.tlie, jnen go to sleep while I
started To do sentry duty. I strolled
up and down and must have gone to
sleep while walking, for suddenly I
came up against a rock that was stick
ing up out of the sand and thought I
had run up against a Spaniard. At
daylight we started out over the hills
looking for water, but found none
until three o'clock ot that afternoon,
when reaching the top of a little
range, we looked down and saw a
beautiful stream at our feet. We
rushed down to drink, but the water
was salt.
"Well, I told the men to lie down,
placing them in a strategic position,
nnd telling them to fight if the Span
lards came, and Etarted off alone to
find water. In half an hour I came
across a friendly Cuban who quickly
got us out ot our distress.
"This was in 95. I fought down
there with the Insurgents until '98,
but it was poor fighting. Fully
eighty per cent, of the victories we
were credited with we won by pur
superiority of foot power. We really
ran away. We had to run because
our men had no arms.
"Yes, I like Alaska better than the
tropics. We have a great deal of
sport up there. One great event is
the yearly dog race from Nome to
Candle, a distance of 406 miles. The
one last year was a corker. They
started out in a blizzard, and this
continued for fifteen hours after the
start. The winner, in spite of it, fin
ished the Journey in eighty hours.
The Hon. Fox Ra,msay, a young Eng
lishman, who is my partner, was pass
ing his first winter there, but he had
entered with a team of nine dogs.
He got out three "miles and then his
dogs got away from him. He came
back to Nome pulling his Bled him
self. Then he got his dogs together
again and made another start. Well,
he got lost out at sea on the ice. He
was missing for a couple of days, but
he found the course again, and
reached Candle safely. Then when
he found he hadn't won he went on
further north to shoot polar bears.
His pluck made him vastly popular
with the men up there." New York
Sun.
could not find one to complete his
pitching staff until Al Wagner came
to him and said, 'Why don't you give
my brother John a chance?' 'Can he
pitch?' asked Moreland.. 'I don't
know,' replied Al. 'Eut it won't cost
much for you to find out.'
"Honus was playing on the lots
around Carnegie and Moreland wrote,
askine him if he would Rien'a rnn-
! tract to pitch for Steubenville, and
the second day thereafter there came
a postal card on which was written,
'Yes. When do you want me?'
"Wagner ignored the salary ques
tion entirely, and Moreland called Al
into consultation. 'What will your
brother want?' he asked. 'Oh, any
thing will suit him,' replied Al.
. "The salary limit of the Steuben
ville team was $S00 a month, and
Moreland was within $35 of the limit
set by the league, so he wrote offer
ing John Wagner $3-5 a month to
pitch for him. The following day
came another laconic card: 'All right.
Will accept.'
"Moreland telegraphed Wagner to
report immediately and wired a rail
road order for transportation. The
telegram was sent at eight o'clock in
the morning, and the first train leav
ing Pittsburg for Steubenville started
at noon, reaching Steubenville at
about 1.30. Shortly before one
o'clock, Claude RItchey, who was
playing his first professional engage
ment, sulci : 'Here comes the big
Dutchman,' and Hans Wagner, cov
ered with cinders, sauntered up to
begin bis baseball career."
In the United States the percent
age of railroads which are not en
gaged in carriage of the malls U very
small.
WORTH
MOUNTAINS
OF GOLD
During Change of Life,
says Airs. Chas. Barclay
Granitevllle, Vt. " I was passina
through the Changeof Life atidsuffereq
from nervousness
andother annoying
symptoms, and I
can truly say t.iat
LydlaE.rink'ham's
"Vegetable Com
pound has proved
worth mountains
of gold to mo, as it
restored my health
and strength. I
never forget to tell
my friends what
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restoration to health means bo much
to me that for the sake of other suffer
ing women I am willing to make mr
trouble public so you tray publish
this letter." Mns. Chas. Bakclay.
K.F.D.,Granitevillo, Vt.
No otter medicine for woman's Ills
lias received such wltjepread and un
qualified endorsement. K o other med
icine we know of has such a record
of cures of female ills as has Lydia E.
rinkham's Vegetable Compound.
Tor more than 80 years It has been
curing female complaints such as
inflammation, ulceration, local weak
nesses, fibroid tumors, irregularities,
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It costs but little to fry Lydia E.
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tains of gold ' to suffering womea
Prince Rupert and his fellow-adventurers,
with a charter granted by
Charles II, were the pioneers of the
now famous Hudson Bay Company.
Dr. Pierce's Pleasant Pellets first put np
40 years ago. They regulate and invigorate
stomach, liver and bowels. Sugar-coated,
tiny granules.
15
Natural Versus Laboratory MMk.
Clear cut is the explanation . Dr.
Louis Fischer, the eminent authority
on feeding of children,' gives on the
worse than useless practice ot pasteur-l
izlng milk for the use ot infants, in-,
valicis or healthv adults. In words
easily understood by the laymen he
shows that under the nrnreas the food
value Is decreasel and toxins which
cause disease developed. "You can
not make dirty milk clean by steaming
it," says Dr. Fischer. Dr. Fischer's
denunelation of pasteurizing squares
with the opinion of S. T. Taylor, pres
ident of the Borden Condensed Milk
Company, the pioneer among milk
companies in demanding clean mill
for its customers. In his opinion pas
teurizing opens the doors to dirty mill
produced under unsanitary conditions
and puts a premium on negligence.
The experience of Mr. Taylor's com
pany plainly shows the decline of the
pasteurization fad. The company
formerly produced pasteurized milk.
It dismantled the plant 10 years ago
because its customers no longer desir
ed milk so treated New York Herald.
They Fast.
Salmon require little or no food in
fresh water, and while they will take
most of the things swimming against
the current and swallow or nibble at
them, still they always spit or drop
tbem out of their mouths, seemingly
only making play at eating. One thing
more. Any differences In sea trout
come not from being of different
breeds for all sea trout are of the
same class, only look different because
of the water they frequent or the food
they eat. And the same thing ap
plies to brown trout So there are
only two breeds of trout. New York
Many a
Clever
Housewife
Has learned that to
serve
Post
Toasties
Saves worry and labor,
and pleases each mem
ber of the family as few
other foods do.
The crisp, dainty, fluffy
bits are fully cooked
ready to serve from the
package with cream or
good milk.
Give the home-folks a
treat.
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