G-T TO PULL ALONG. it's the use in sighin’ if your soul can a song? day, or sunny, you've got to pull lomg! aE a-blowin’, or tide a-runnin’ ng, Fime Bs a-flyin’—is a-flyin’! t's the use in wishin’ fer the dead an’ dusty years? Pidu’t they have crosses? Didn't they i] have cares? Vhat's the use in weepin’? World will } never heed your tears: ‘Time is a-flyin’—-is a-flyin’! Fake the road contented—an’ the old world at its best; soon is ended; there'll be time enough for rest When the Shadow comes an’ scatters dust an’ daisies o'er the breast: “Time is a-flyin’—is a-flyin’! Time is a-flyin’—is a-flyin'! —Atlanta Constitution. THE WHITE LIES OF JULIETTE fncouv.n ence of Always Telling the Truth Pointed Out in a Girl's Journey. From the French. JULIETTE TO HER FATHER. Oi. EAR FATHER — No one could possibly feel more © keenly than 1 your re- Rr proaches yesterday morn- We” ing when I was just leav- dng for Cherbourg with my governess, Miss Harriet, and my little brother, Paul. In spite of your having forbid- ~ den it, the last thing I did before my departure was to brush my cheeks with my powder puff. This you perceived as you bade me good-bye. Caught unawares, I denied the fact as stupidly as I did energeti- eally, and you did not spare your de- oauneiation. ©Of course I am heartbroken to think €hat ¥ have ever displeased you, dear Papa, so I immediately made up my anind that the best way to prove my gepentance and show my respect for you was to conform blindly to your gounsels. This is how I set to work to practice ghem that very day. Ne sooner had we taken our seats in the train, Miss Harriet, Paul and I, €han the guard came to take our tick- #ts. According to your instructions we @ad bought Paul's at half price. “I am sure that child ought to pay the full fare,” said the guard; “he is fertainly more than seven years old.” “He is eight years old, sir,” I said, dpenly. “Pen francs more, then,” replied the . guard. We paid and the train started. Miss Harriet was not at all pleased with say interference, and she scolded and spluttered away until she finally ound up by telling me that she did got think we appreciated her suffi- “1 heard your father say the other Say tbat I was stupid,” she said. “You @eedn’t deny it, for you can’t!” . Of eourse I had to tell her the truth. ! “He didn’t say you were stupid,” I snswered, “but he did say that you vere a goose.” Mercy! Tha* was worse than ever. Bhe looked at me as if she would like $0 eat me up. She did not say mach, Sut 1 think, dear papa, that you had better be on the lookout for another Zoverness. We reached our destination without further adventure, except at the cus- gom house, when we were asked to de- glare the brandy, the cologne, the game for my aunt at Cherbourg and all the gest of the things. This cost fourteen snore francs. After an hour's ride in the carriage we at length threw ourselves into the arms of your sister. Thin and bony, snore homely than ever—I am still be- ing perfectly frank, you see—she stood waiting for us on the threshold of the ald house which you are so anxious to sell te her. “Why didn’t your mother come with gou?’ she asked me at once. “Oh, mamma was delighted to get % cid of us so that she could have a good “&Mpe with papa,” I replied, for was it @ot ib> truth? “She is not ill, then?” | *No, indeed.” “She wrote me that she was ill. Ah! 4 understand perfectly; I am to have all the care and worry of taking care #f the children while she amuses her- self.” She did not seem pleased, somehow. # tried to caress her and soothe her. . “But you love me, little one, don’t ou?’ she said, “Yes, aunt,” I replied. “As much as your mother?” ' T was about to tell a lie, Fortunately ® remembered your words in time, so I answered her truthfully. “Qh, no, indeed, aunt, not nearly so munch.” “Is it because you think your mother #8 prettier and more agreeable than I?” she persisted, “That is exactly the reason,” I re- plied. She frowned at me as blackly as Miss Harriet had done, but she gave me one Bast chince to redeem myself. “Why, how old do you think I am?” she demanded crossly. Again I was absolutely frank and said just what I thought. “Nearly sixty, I should judge.” “Tittle fool, I am only forty-five,” mind as she seemed quite inclined to box mny ears I thought it was high time to get the presents that] had brought to her. “Here is a centrepiece that mamma sent you,” I said as quickly as I could et hold of it. «qt is very pretty,” and aunt ap- peared delighted. “But what espe «lally touches me is the thought of all dhe stitches that my sister-in-law has #aken for me herself.” i “Oh, but she dMin't embroider it her self,” I said hastily, for I remembered how pained you would feel at such a departure from the truth; “the walt. ress did the work on it.” Aunt scowled more fiercely than be- fore, and I handed her your box of chocolates. “What! Irom Potin’s!” exclaimed aunt, smiling, all her frowns vanishing as if by magic. “His chocolate 18 al- ways the best, but it is so expensive.” This time, dear papa, it concerned you, so I told her the truth at once, “The box is from Potin’s, aunt,” I said. “Mamma had it given to her on New Year's Day, but papa got the chocolate at the little shop on our cor- ner.” Aunt looked as if she had a whole thunderstorm inside of her, and the frowns were in full force as she said sourly: “I hoped that your parents would have the decency to come and see me themselves. Your father wants to sell me this house, and as he said he had had it specially repaired for me, pers haps I might be suited very well!” “How curious!” I remarked, saying exactly what I thought, “There haven't been any workmen here for three years, for I heard papa say so!” “Ah!--And do you also know why your father wants to sell the house?” I was tempted to be silent, but, in- stead, I said frankly: “It is too noisy here to be endurable, and, besides, there are stables close by.” I cannot describe, dear papa, the un- fortunate effect of these undeniable truths. My aunt left the room hastily and banged the door behind her. I should have renounced then and there the attempt to be truthful if Gaston de Tournettes had not just that instant jumped from his horse and come hastily into the room. I wished to announce his arrival to my aunt, but he stopped me, saying that he had heard of my intended visit here and had come to see me the instant he knew I had reached the city. He said that he wanted to speak to me and not to my aunt. Thereupon he began to say many very pleasant things to me, and finally asked openly if I liked him, Ah! my dear papa, if it had been dis- agreeable to me before to tell the truth I assure it was quite different this time. “Indeed, “you please me very much, Monsieur Gaston, and you always have.” “Then you are not afraid to become my fiancee?” “On the contrary, I shall be delighted to do so,” I said frankly, remembering how you had said he was the most eli- gible bachelor of the season. “And you will love me?’ he contin. ued. “I love you already——"" But I will stop here, dear papa, for it seems to me that I can sée you frowning this time, and I can hear your voice growling: “Naughty girl! You have safd as many impertinent and awkward thingd as you have told the truth!” . So let me hasten to reassure you, dear papa. This is all a story that I have made up to tell you, Paul paid no more than half fare and Miss Harriet js convinced that we could none of us get along without her, and th#% we think she is the very salt of the earth! The brandy passed the customs officers beneath their eyes and noses, and they never suspected a thing. My aunt is delighted with mamma's centrepiece, which she thinks is all her own work, and she is perfectly satis- fied with the cheap chocolate in the Potin box. She will certainly buy the house. And as for poor Gaston de Tournettes, he is still ignorant of my sentiments! - I merely wished to show you, a trifle maliciously perhaps, but perfectly re- spectfully, I assure you, that the truth you talked so much about is not al ways expedient to tell. Indeed, you would not think it was modest or fit ting for a lady to issue from her well and travel about through the world without being adorned and veiled to a certain extent. You had far better trust to woman's tact, finesse and taste to render her so- ciable, amiable and even pretty and bewitching without losing any of her natural grace! Cover her with a little anodyne in the shape of a few innocent lies and she may journey freely with. out fear of injury. Thus, dear papa, do not scold me so severely another time. I promise that I will tell only nice, white, innocent little lies, and you must admit now, yourself, that they make life vastly more agreeable and easy to live! In facet, there is =o getting along without them! JULIETTE. Heredity Mysteries. “If there is much virtue in the doc: trine of inherited qualities, why is there such a vast difference as we see in a multitude of instances between brothers or between sisters?’ said Mr, R. T. Huffmayer of San Francisco “Years ago I began to make a study of this matter, and I have a book at home filled with cases bearing on fra. ternal disparities. I know of a learned jurist, and a most excellent man from every point of view,who has a brecther in the penitentiary. I knew of a fam: ily of six brothers,three of whom were men of the highest social and busi ness standing, while the other three were knaves and vagabonds, outcasts from society. They had the same father and mother, the same moral and intellectual training. Whence the difference? I know of two sisters, one of whom is an angel and the other a totally depraved creature. Inherited qualities often exist and are influen tial in the formation of character, bul the law of their transmission is wholly {Ince Washington Post. : Finding New Remedies Doctoring in Many Lands. Among Savage Tribes. Experiences of a Medical Missionary--Treating a Turkish Woman--Wo:k in a Plague Stricken City--New Treatment for Neuralgia.-Hawalian Cure. MOE. R. LYMAN B., BROWN, 4 x now retired as one of the 0° D wealthy men of Boston, F has practiced and studied ON medicine in twelve parts of the world, and adapted from native practices of the tribes with which he has been thrown scores of new ideas as to the treatment of the sick and the injured. His home in the Back Bay district, Just off Commonwealth avenue, says the Chicago Tribune, is a museum of strange medicines and stranger surgi- cal instruments that he has collected during his long life among the queer peoples of the world, among the sav- age, the semi-civilized and the Boston- ese, “I was first sent into Turkey as a medical missionary,” said Dr. Brown. “That was in 1866, at the beginning of the missionary attempt to Christianize the Ottoman empire. I practiced medi- cine there under difficulties, contending with superstitions, customs and habits that were enough to discourage any young man. Civilized medicine and surgery were too new fangled for those people. I remember well my first ob- stetric case. The mother was not doing well, and I was wqrking hard to save her life, when suddenly I learned that my methods were not at all ethi: cal. The mother insisted on calling in i local physician for consultation. His methods were unique. First he started a fire under a brazier, and when it was ted hot he dropped a clove into it and lhe clove burst open. That, 1 learned, indicated that the ‘hazar,’ or evil eye, ad been averted and the mother got tvell. I continued my treatment, how- ever. The native physician, having liscovered that the danger was passed, proceeded to discover a cure. He cut a wisp of hair from the head of the infant and a lock from the head of the mother and burned them togetlier in the brazier. The woman got well—and ve both claimed the credit. “His treatment may have been the best, but I kept contending with those Turkish doctors for several years, and [ never could convince them that kill- ing a calf in a public place would not sure measles, They were hopeless. “I labored among the Turks until late in 1871, then I was moved over to help cure and convert the people of Kerbela, in the Irak country. I did well there. They had little medicine except herbs and incantations, but the general health was good untii Decem- ber in 1873, when I began the exper- ience of my life. In that year the bu- bonic plague broke out in Kerbela and the surrounding country, brought there, I suppose, by pilgrims who had been down in Persia. The treatment accorded the plague sufferers was bru- tal—and effective, for all who were treated by the local medicine men died sooner than they otherwise would have done. They treated them by burning brimstone and applying the hot mass to their backs. I tried scientific treat- Rt acceding to our best methods, but despite my efforts and those of the native doctors 20,000 died in five months. Toward the end I contracted the disease, but managed to cure my- self, having fortified my system for weeks with medicines, “I was sent into Africa after that, and my first experience was with the doctors in the Sudan, among the Arabs. They worked in the Galenic theory, and I must confess with some good results, although their system beats homeopathy all hollow. Old Ga- len would have rejoiced to see them. They worked on the theory of oppo- sites—their medicines being hot, cold, wet and dry. They give water for fe- vers and heat for colds—and they get some good results. They are the best practitioners I have found outside of civilization. “It was fine practice down in the Su- dan, despite the fact that they wanted to execute me as a witch when I cured headaches by administering a cathar- tie. “My next experience was in practic- Ing on the Apingi—down in Ceniral Africa, where the church had estab- lished- a mission station. . They are a strange people, and cannibalism is rap- idly disappearing. Fine fellows they are, and I performed some great ampu- tations among them. I also discovered down there a leaf juice that is better than cocaine for deadening pain and apparently has less perilous ‘ffects. The Apingi pull their two upper incisor teeth, working them loose with their fingers, and they sharpen all the rest of their teeth to needle points. “The effect on a stranger who knows their cannibalistic tendency is im- mense. I witnessed some interesting surgical and medical treatments while among them. For instance, I saw a woman who was suffering from leprosy and lumbago. I treated the lumbago with some success, but was displaced by a native physician. His treatment was heroic. He first tied the patient down on the ground and then marked off a large checkerboard on her back with a knife. Then he poured on cay- enne pepper and lime juice in copious quantities and gave her a massage rub- bing in the combined juices. She seemed glad when I applied cocoa oils —but she died. “There was a sub-chief who was sick with neuralgia—intercostal neuralgia, suprinduced by being ‘kicked over an acre or two by an acquaintance. I was doing the best I could, but he called in a rival doctor, who dug up the bones of his ancestors, burned them into chalk and then marked om his body with them. After that the doctor lighted a bunch of grass in the fire and proceeded to scorch his body, spitting upon his patient duirng the pro- cess. The treatment did not appear to be doing any good, so the doctor claimed witches were persecuting the patient, and he accused three men in the tribe of employing the witches. They all denied it. To find out wheth- er or not it was so each of the accused had to drink poison. They gulped down bowls of poison, they sweated and trembled in agony, but finally re- covered and proved their innocence. “I will admit that I gave each of the three.ipecac to help prove their inno- cence. The witch doctor then took the poison and I withheld the ipecac—but he got well anyhow, having taken poi- son before. “I’ was sent up into Ovampoland, among the Hereros, and encountered scurvy. Every man in the tribe was suffering from it. I secured lemon juice and held up a Portuguese steamer for a peck of potatoes, and cured them all. It was a strange form of scurvy, for the tribe will eat no salt at all, and I was forced to squeeze the juice from potatoes and mix it with salt to get them to take any, for I argued that the disease resulted party from lack of salt in the systems. “The following year we moved up into Nyasaland, among another of the Bantu tribes, and had more trouble in practicing medicine than a faith curist would have at an allopathic cenven- tion. They believe there that death results from three causes—from the will of God, from warfare or murder and from witchcraft. All persons who die a natural death are supposed to be victims of witches. I had most of the practice there, for while they were hunting witches I was giving pills, and I saved them and made reputations for a lot of rivals. “Then I got worn out at the mission- ary service and started on my own in- vestigations. I practiced first among the Veddas, in Ceylon, for a year. They are the strangest people I ever met. They are, in the first place, the thinnest and most emaciated race in the world. The anti-fat specialist who would advocate their methods would grow rich. I tried to fatten a few of them and succeeded, but they did not appreciate it, for in the eyes of their friends they were hideous. These peo- ple never wash and never laugh—so they never grow fat. “From there I went into Burma and hung up my shingle among the Chins, one of the finest people I ever met. They are akin to the Chinese. Cholera came among them while I was there, but this time I did better. The native method of treating cholera is to go into the bushes with guns and hunt evil spirits. The lessons I learned in the Irak country proved valuable. I suc- ceeded in stopping human sacrifices. The people of Banzam, where I prac- ticed, claimed that some one had been efitting the sacred groves, and they hunted for those criminals all the time, letting me do all the practicing. “After that I determined to get into a colder climate, and for one winter I practiced among the Koriaks, up near the base of the Kamchatkan peninsula, My methods were too mild for them. The way a native physician treats a sick man there is to catch him by the heels and drag him around the house. Then if he does not get up and go to work and pretend he is cured, he is killed. I saved a couple of patients by massaging stiff muscles. “That practice was too strenuous for me, and the next year found me study- ing new systems of medicine up in the Australian bush, Here I came in con- flict with the ‘blackfellow’ doctor, who is quite as effective as the ordinary American quack. These doctors fly up in the air at night and come down trees, and they throw Bristol diamonds at patients during the darkness. They have, according to their patients, a bone in their stomachs, and splinters of it are catsed to enter their patients and cure the disease. They see old man kangaroos in their dreams and they carry ‘plongges,’ or big clubs, with which they touch enemies and cause them to die. No man among them ever dies a natural death—but all are killed by witchcraft, and the main treatment of patients consists in leaving them alone and hunting the witches—which is the best part of their system. They did not take kindly to my treatments. “For two years I fought galloping consumption among the Maoris in New Zealand—but it was useless. One can’t cure consumption, and it would take a century to educate the natives into preventive measures—and by that time they will be all dead. The women wear furs, heavy cloaks, flannels, rugs and wraps while making calls and then come home and dress in a thin cotton skirt. They seek pleasure at the damp- est spot they can find, and the edge of a swamp is their favorite building site. The men wear overcoats in summer and leave them off in winter and they all live tgother. ! “They are dying like sheep, but they refuse to change their customs, so there fs no use for physicians—what they need is grave diggers. “Finally I wound up my career as a physician among the Hawaiians and combated the priests trying to practice medicine while they hunted witches and evil spirits. I was not ethical and got little trade.” The Russian peasant is very ignorant, but as a soldier he knows when he 18 licked. MAKING THE SUEZ CANAL. Rs — Blsposal of the Material Removed the Hardest Part of the Undertaking. In the Engineering Magazine A, W. Robinsop shows that the dispdsal of the material removed was more of an undertaking than the excavation itself, Very little rock was encountered, and the greatest elevation to be cut through did not exceed sixty feet, and that only for a short distance. The tides are in- considerable, necessitating no costly controlling works, Labor was abund- ant, and so cheap that it competed suc- cessfully with mechanical methods for much of the work. In the early stages of the work hand labor with wheelbar- rows and buckets was largely used, and men even scooped mud with their hands. The whole of the cuts through the high ground were taken out in this crude way, the rate of wages being fifteen cents to twenty cents a day, without board. All the dredges were of the endless chain type, and at first the material was deposited into barges and dumped in the lakes or in the sea. Soon great difficulty was encountered in getting rid of the stuff, and dredges with a long shoot or “couloir” were devised. In these dredges the material «as raised to a height of forty to forty-four feet and dumped into a hopper, whence the spoil was carried ashore«in a cou- loir Some 220 feet long. This couloir consisted of a trough or spout carried by a skeleton frame or cantilever of wrought irop, the base of which rested on a separate float alongside the dredge. The couloir had a slope shore- ward of about one in ten, and the dis- charge was assisted by a stream of water and by a chain with scrapers at- tached which was caused to travel down the bottom of the couloir. The greatest difficulty was to dispose of the material on the bank satisfactor- ily, and it is evident that, whatever the length of the couloir, the’ deposit of mud, sand and water must sooner or later reach a point at which some of the material will run back again inte the canal. The Country Editor, The worm will turn. Sometimes it takes the worm a long time to make up its mind to do it, but sooner or later it does. Every man who has served time as editor of a country newspaper has experienced the trouble referred to in this little anecdote, but not all of them have had the courage to resent it. Let there be a society function in the little city and the local editor pres- ent, some will approach him with a smile and say: “Well, getting some ncws to put in your paper?” Of course they mean well, but they seem never to realize that perhaps even a country editor can lay aside his professional duties long enough te go out in society and meet his friends on a social basis. “Deacon” Dobyns, one of the best gnown country editors in Missouri, suf- fered this sort of thing for years, and although it rankled in his bosom, he never let on, but smiled in return and nodded assent. But at last patience ceased to be a virtue. Not long ago he attended a social affair in his home town, going as an invited guest. While mingling with his friemds a local grocer greeted him with the remark: “Good evening, ‘Deacon.’ some news for yur paper?” “Yes, that’s what I'm here for,” re- plied “Deacon.” “By the way, Mr. Sands, are you here to drum up some trade for your store?” ’ Of course the grocer got mad about {t, but “Deacon” only grinned and re- sumed mingling with his friends.— From W. J. Bryan’s Commoner, Getting The Size of It. Among the prominent men of New England there was none, perhaps, who wore a larger collar than Tom Reed. One hot day in the summer of 1901 Reed was in Portsmouth, and, having to wait over for a train, he decided to make an impromptu toilet, changing his collar, etc. So he hied himself to the nearest haberdasher’s and began a survey of the collars displayed in the store. “Waited on, sir?’ queried one of the clerks. “Not yet,” responded Reed, aud then added, “I would like a collar.” “What size?” piped the clerk. “Size 20,” answered Reed. “We don’t keep collars so large, but I think you can be accommodated at the store just around the corner.” Reed found the store around the cor- ner to be a harness shop.—Boston Herald. Voluntary Imposition. General Sherman once had occasion to stop at a country home whege a tin basin and a roller towel on the back porch sufficed for the family’s ablu- tions. For two mornings the small boy of the household watched in silence the visitor's efforts at making a toilet under the unfavorable auspices, but when on the third day the tooth brush, pail file, whisk broom, etc., had been duly used and returned to their places in the traveler's grip, he could sup- press his curiosity no longer, so boldly put the question: “Say, Mister, air you always that much trouble to yo'se'f?” —Lippincott’s Magazine. Squirrels Desert Riverside. There are almost no gray squirrels left in Riverside Park thls summer. Last year a large number were trans- ferred from Central Park to Rivers side, but apparently they did not win ter well. The river front is too cold for them. Besides, they were not so well cared for as those in Central Park are, for few people have tha courage to face the Hudson River winter even for the humane purposd of feeding the little park pets.—New ork Press. INSANITY AND ITS CURE. Spread of Mental Disenses in the United States Becoming Serious. The spread of insanity in the United States is becoming so serious that spe- clalists of the medical profession are giving it great attention just now. The cause? Dr. i. O. Moyer, of Chicago, an ex- pert in mental diseases, has advanced this theory: “There is no doubt about the cause for the increase in insanity. City life causes insanity. Poor food, poor homes, with no sun and bad air; im- proper clothing, worrying because peo- ple are behind In the rent, drives peo- ple crazy.” And the cure? “Live in the country,” says Dr. Moy- er. “It is the coming to the city, grind- ing and pinching and failing to make both ends meet that drive people crazy; the cure for insanity is: Live out of doors and laugh—even if you cannot put cash in the bank.” Ponder these words of the Chicago scientist. Are you burning the candle at both ends? Are you breathing foul air and neg- tecting the sunlight? Are you putting all your thoughts upon business and money-getting? Are you disturbing nature by irregu- arity of habits? Are you spending in reckless dissipa- tion or ceaseless dollar-hunting the hours that should be used for sleeping? Are you starving your body in order that you may stuff your purse? Are you wearing olit your brain with worry ? Are you giving more heed to the ex- hausting demands of the goiden calf than the exhilarating joys of nature? Are you forcing yourself to carry on your shoulders morethan your strength can stand? Are you compelling your wives and children to stay in pent-up rooms. to stagnate or fade? Are you pinching and grinding your employes, injuring them physically and weakening them with anemia? If so, you are helping to fill the in- sane asylums and augment the ranks of degenerates. You are doing yous part to destroy the human race. Change your ways, you who are doing any of these things. Go out into the country. Fill your lungs with fresh air. Send your wives and chil- dren into the sunlight. Make your clerks and workmen go where it is green. When you feel like worrying, smile. When you feel like smiling, {nugh. Banish worry from your lexi- con forever. Figures themselves show that Ameri- can people must do something to change the conditions. As gathered and presented by Dr. Moyer they es- tablish the fact that New York's insan- ity ratio is one out of every 340 per- sons; Boston and New England have one in every 320 persons; Chicago has one in every 400. Will you join in remedying the evil? The formula is simple: “Live out of doors and laugh!”— Louisville Courier-Journal. Poland’s Schools. In the kingdom of Poland. with its 127,000 square kilometers, somewhat less thickly settled than Galicia, it i® true, having only seventy-three inbab- itants per square kilometer, there are less than 2200 common schools. Fifty per. cent. of the adult pophlation of Warsaw is illiterate. With a school population of 110,000 between seven and fourteen, this city has a total pri- mary school actommodation for not more than 40,000. The public schools, conducted in an alien language (Rus- sian), have a capacity for only 14,000; an equal number are accommodated in the Jewish schools, which teach Yid- dish and Hebrew, while private enter- prise give facilities for 10,000 or 12,000 The first common school building ever erected in Warsaw was opened in 1903, All the others are housed in second: class private lodgings. . Lemberg, Ga- licia, with only 130,000 inhabitants, has thirty handsome school Louses.— Century. Relics of Old Virginia. Three pieces of iron sheathing and one gun from the famous Confederate fronciad Virginia lie on the Roanoke pier here to-day, having been dug up off Lambert’s Point by a mud machine, The old smooth bore and sheathing, which is several inches thick, are now the property of a junk dealer. The deepening the harbor scooped up the relics, which are famous. The iron sheathings, which, it was explained by a marine man, covered the slanting sides of the famous vessel, are about fifteen feet in length. The gun is about three feet in length, and the water has.apparently made no impression on the weapon.—Norfolk Landmark. “Kantaen.’” A food substance much used in Ja- pan is “kanten,” a form of isinglass made from boiled seaweed, and so called because ‘“kanten” means wintry weather, in which season the “kan! ten” is usually prepared. It is, after an elaborate form of preparation, placed on the market in the form of cubes or little sticks, nearly white tasteless and odorless. It is used in making jellies, cakes and confections, and is considered far superior to any animal isinglass. Were Boys Together. It is not generally known that Dr, Gladden and John D, Rockefeller wera country boys together, in Tioga Coun- ty, New York, attended adjoining dis- trict schools and frequently met in the rival spelling ‘‘bees” of the time. An- other boy there was Benjamin F. Tracy. Out of that little valley came at the same time three boys destined to make distinct impressions in the world — Dr. Gladden in sociology, Rockefeller in business and Tracy in law and politics.—Columbus Dispatch. mud machine which is engaged in
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