The Patton courier. (Patton, Cambria Co., Pa.) 1893-1936, September 15, 1905, Image 8

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    FUSS AND FEATHERS
By NANCY NCY WHITTAKER.
1D you turn out the cow,
and put the geese in the
D stable, Isaac?’ said the
Rr Widow Havens to her son,
as they sat down to the
' breakfast table one fine summer morn-
“Yes, mother,” was the reply, “and
1 guess I can master that old gander
this time. I'm getting so big. You
know he knocked me down with his
wings the last time we picked 'em.”
“Yes, I remember; and Rquire Hoff-
man came right in the middle of it,
about that calf, and I, in my old rag-
ged gown, mortified to death, was hin-
' dered a whole hour, showing him the
poultry and the garden. And now,
Hannah,” turning to her daughter, a
pretty girl of sixteen, “if anybody
comes to-day, before we get through,
tell them I can’t see them; for I
wouldn't be bothered with company
when I am in such a plight. This old
gown is all in slits, but I can’t afford
to spoil a better one. You may wash
up the dishes, Hannah,” she continued,
when breakfast was over, “and set the
rooms to rights; and by and by put
on the pot, and get the dinner a-going;
and by that time I hope we shall be
through. Come, Isaac, we will go.”
Now, everybody has seen feathers,
but there are some who do not know
where they come from, and softly re-
pose upon their downy beds without
one thought about the cruel way in
which the best ones are obtained. They
want live geese feathers when they
buy, without knowing what it means.
We wish such a one could have seen
Mrs. Havens and Ike marching to the
barn, with a big basket, a cloth to tie
over it, an old chair, and one of Ike's
outgrown stockings to put over a
goose’s head, to keep her from biting
while she is picked.
To see Ike run the whole flock up into
a corner of the stable, catch one by
the neck and wings, and thenywith his
black eyes sparkling with delight, and
his freckled face and suspiciously red
head, all aglow, with the triumph of
"capture, as he marched across the floor
to lay it gently, but squawking terribly,
In his mother’s lap, was rather amus-
ing.
Boys are cruel! there's no denying it;
when they so love to catch geese and
pigs, and fish and game, just for the
fun of it, sometimes letting them go,
and putting the fish back én the water,
because they do not want them, after
he triumph of capture is over. Ike,
who was a smart, mischievous boy of
twelve, loved to do all these things,
though he was not particularly ugly,
and had really a very soft place in his
big, generous heart.
But while Hannah in the neat white
eottage is cooking the dinner, and Mrs.
Havens in the stable is tearing the
feathers in big handfuls from the poor
geese—side, back and front, and Isaac
is climbing haymows hunting eggs, and
cutting up all sorts of pranks between
whiles, another actor is on his way to
the busy scene.
This was Squire Hoffman, a rich
farmer, who lived two or three miles
. away, whose road to town took him
very often past the Widow Haven's
cottage. Being an observing man, he
had noticed the mneatness, and look of
care and thrift that always surround-
ed it; and more than this, that the
widow had handsome black eyes and
a trim figure, as she sat up stiffly in her
pew of a Sunday, giving Ike an occa-
gional nudge, or pinch, to keep him in
order, yet all the-time looking at the
minister, and no doubt hearing all he
said.
As the squire had been a widower
several years, this must be excused,
especially when we consider that ‘his
only daughter, Grace Hoffman, was
about to be married, and go to a home
of her own. As he was a good-looking,
large-framed, big-hearted, benevolent-
_ looking man, with three large farms
and money in the bank, we must con-
clude that he was considered a pretty
good catch among the widows and
maidens, if he once made up his mind
to marry again.
And it was of this very thing he was
thinking as, seated on Selim, his hand-
Bome black horse, he rode toward town
upon this particular July ‘morning,
“I really don’t know what I had
better do,” he soliloquized. “There is
Grace going to leave me, and I can't
Bay a word against it, she has got such
& noble fellow in the one she loves,
and the very one I would have chosen
for her. But there's nobody left but
Aunt Dinah in the kitchen, good old
soul, but just no company at all for
me. And here I am, not fifty years
old, and I may live twenty or thirty
years yet, healthy as I am, and must I
live all3that time alone, with nobody
to care for, and nobody to care'for me?
It’s all nonsense. I declare I won't do
It, if I can find anyone to marry me.
“But who shall it be? There's the
Widow Spriggine, good-looking, no
children to bother one, smart, tidy and
with a nice farm of her own; but such
# temper, sharp as steel, and keen as a
razor, I guess a little too keen for me.
A man wants a little peace in the de-
cline of his life, if ever; and he'd have
none with the Widow Spriggins. Then
there is Miss Molly Hopkins—a nice,
likely, pious woman as ever was, but
very homely, and I don't fancy her one
bit. And theres that young Widow
Drake, pretty and languishing, and
squinting all the time over at my pew,
I do believe. But she isn’t the kind for
me. Dolly Weaver is a nice woman,
but a little too old, and Polly Pepper-
corn is too young.
“But there is the Widow Havens,
handsome as a picture, and neat and
swart, and thrifty enough to pay her
way twice over. There are those two
young ones, to be sure, but they need
not be in the way at all. Hannah is
just such a girl as one likes to sce
around, busy as a bee, rosy as the
morning, and cheery as a little canary,
and, indeed, sings about as sweetly. 1
can see that Sam is casting sheep's
eyes at her already, every time he
comes home for a vacation, and I
don’t blame him a bit. They're not
as rich as some, but we have enough,
and who cares. I always did like that
boy lke. If his face is freckled, and
his head red, he will make a smart
man yet. He is chock fuli of fun and
smartness, with steam enough to burst
a common boiler. I want just such
a boy on the farm all the time, to run
of errands, get up the cows, feed the
poultry, go to mill, drive horse to plow,
and a hundred other things I don’t
think of just now. And that reminds
me that I need just such a boy dread-
fully, just now, to rake hay and do
chores, while we are mowing. I won-
der if the widow couldn't spare him a
few days. ®
By this time the squire had got just
opposite Mrs. Havens’s barn, and upon
the spur of the moment he rode right
into the shed beside it, that faced the
highway, intending to hitch Selim,
and to go into the house to ask the
widow for her boy. But just as he had
dismounted, and was hanging his bridle
over the hook, he heard a shout of
laughter and the ring of voices close at
hand. There was a window-hole close
by, cut for ventilation of the stables,
and looking through it he saw a sight
that made him want to join in the
chorus.
For there sat the widow in hep torn
gown, with a goose in her lap, busily
ripping off the feathers in great hand-
fuls, and with a handkerchief over her
head to keep them out of her hair,
looking smart, energetic and rosy, and
ready to explode with laughter, while
upon a hen-coop, near at hand, stood
Ike, in the very act of delivering an
oration. The fact was, the last time
he went to town with his mother he
went into the court-house, and listened
to a lawyer's plea in a case in which he
had been interested, and since then
he had been full of it. And now he had
just been and marked out a great
image on the stable wall to represent
the judge, and a dozen others, close by,
of smaller dimensions, for the jury,
while his clients, the flock of geese,
were the plaintiff, and his mother, their
tormentor, the defendant; and just
then he was putting in the closing
plea:
“Now, your honor knows that these
poor -clients of mine are all the more
to be pitied, and have all the more
need to have justice done them for
being weak and simple folks, so gentle
and lamb-like that they would never
harm anything bigger than a fly, or a
pollywog, while that wicked woman,
the defendant”’—and he pointed fiercely
at his mother—*is strong and cruel
as the grave. You have just listened,
your honor, and you gentlemen of the
jury” — and he gave his hand a lofty
vet graceful wave toward them—‘to
the evidence just brought into court,
and can you doubt that it is abundant-
ly proved that she feloniously, and by
force of arms, and with full intent,
seized and overpowered them, every
one of them, and ruthlessly tore the
hair and skin from tneir backs-the
feathers, you know—and deliberately
and cruelly shut out the light of heaven
from their eyes with an old blinder
made of wool, and abused them in the
most shocking and shameful way, for
which wicked treatment she has made
herself amenable to that statute en-
acted for the prevention of cruelty to
animals. I leave the case in your
hands, gentlemen of the jury, knowing
that you will be sure to do justice to
the cause of the oppressed, and see
the laws of your country faithfully
executed;” and, with a sweeping bow
to judge and jury, the young orator
jumped from his rostrum, or, in reality,
turned a somersault from it, over to
the stable floor, landing on his feet,
amid cheers and bravos of one at least
of his audience, and the squawks of
two at least of his clients.
He rebounded like a shot at the sound
of the applause, and looking up sud-
denly, there stood the squire in the
doorway, laughing loudly at the amus-
ing performance.
“Well done, my boy!” he exclaimed,
heartily; “you acted it to perfection,
and I'm sure you'll be equal to the
best of them one of these days.”
Ashamed and crestfallen to be
caught, Ike slunk away, with his
cheeks blazing and the freckles
brighter than ever, while his mother’s
face flushed hotly, and straightened in
an instant, for about the same reasons;
end in her agitation and surprise she
Jumped up, and came near letting go
the half-picked client. She sat down
again, however, with a bow to the
squire, that might be considered a very
stiff and awkward one.
“I hope you don’t think we pick
geese here every day, squire,” she said,
“though I think you caught us at it
once before.”
“Yes, but it's work that must be
done, Mrs. Havens. I hope, however,
that my presence here will not be con-
sidered an intrusion. I had no idea
of playing the eavesdropper when I
rode into the shed just now, but, really,
your young lawyer was so amusing
that I couldn't help it. That boy will
make a smart and talented man one of
these days, Mrs. Havens, you see if he
doesn’t; and that reminds me that I
called to see if you could spare him a
few days, We want such a boy just)
now very much, and I will give him
good wages.”
“Well, that is just as you and he can
agree, Our little hoeing and mowing
is done, thank fortune, and he can go
if he likes. He is a smart boy, if I
do say it; but he has the queerest no.
tions in his head. He and Hannah
both take after their father, and love
their books a little too well. They both
read every spare minute, and Ike has
a notion that he wants to go to college,
like your Samuel. Now, with our pov-
erty, the idea is preposterous; and yet
here I have been like a fool all the
morning trying to encourage and help
him contrive how to do it, just to
please him.”
“And how was that?” said the squire,
smiling, as he helped himself without
asking to a seat on the milking-stool,
in the most familiar and neighborly
way.
“Well, in the first place, feathers are
a dollar a pound, and Ike had a notion
that there might De great profit in
stocking the little farm with geese.
Then when I raised some objections,
he concluded that picking and selling
berries, and catching birds and game,
would do a great deal, and that by
keeping school. and raising strawberries
we could do the rest, and school Han-
nah into the bargain. So we are going
to set the strawberries right away, a
plan I was willing to encourage, as I
knew it might be very profitable.
“There, that goose is done. but where
is Isaac, I'd like to know?”
And going to the door, she let out
the goose and called loudly for the boy
to catch another, as she explained to
the squire.
= “Pray, let him go, Mrs. Havens,”
said the squire, good-humoredly.
“You are almost through, and I would
just as lief catch you one as not,” and
suiting the action to the word, he
walked over, and caught the smallest
one, and laid it in Mrs. Havens’ lap.
Then he walked back, and, catching
the old gander, the father of the flock,
in spite of his loud and animated re-
monstrances, he went back, and sitting
down upon the stool, laid him across
his knee, and in spite of his naked
head, and wrathful demonstrations,
proceeded very leisurely and scientifi-
cally, to strip off his coat.
“You see, Mrs. Havens,” he said,
“that I am an old hand at the busi-
ness, as my wife never did it, and so
it always fell to me, or Dinah, or both.
But the house became full of beds,
and I soon tired*of it, and sold off
my flock.”
“As I would mine if we didn’t need
the profits for clothes, and schooling
for the children—especially if Ike has
to go to college. I guess it will take
a good many pounds of feathers to
send him there,” said she.
“Supposing I should tell you of a
better way,” said the squire, earnestly,
and with a slight blush. “Here you
have a snug little place that might
bring a thousand dollars or so; and
off there, I have more land than I
well know what to do with. Now, my
daughter Grace is about to leave me;
and my home wiil be without a mis-
tress, and myself without any con-
genial society. Now, I like you better
than any other woman I know of, and
if you would become my wife, and the
mistress of my establishment, I think
we could arrange matters nicely. Then
you could sell this little place, and
put the money in the bank, against
the time Isaac would want to go to
college, and Hannah, who is one of
the sweetest girls I know, could live
with us, go to school to the village
academy, and be well provided for by
us when she marries. Now, what
do you say to my plan?”
“That I will consider it seriously,”
said the widow, with flaming cheeks,
eyes cast down, and a very nervous
pull at the feathers.
And Ike just at this juncture erawled
out slyly from behind an old barrel,
in the manger, crept cautiously out at
the door, without being perceived by
the blushing pair of lovers, and ran to
the house, to tell the news to the
astonished Hannah, with a good many
eloquent additions and explanations.
The squire finally came in to dinner,
and afterward pursued his journey to
town; and the widow did think of it to
such purpose that she soon after be-
came his wife.
Her place was sold, as the squire
proposed; Ike went te college, rubbed
off the freckles, and eventually be-
came one of the smartest lawyers in
the State; while pretty Hannah mar-
ried Samuel—the only son—and lived
with the old folks at the homestead.—
New York Weekly.
Not Intended For Use.
There are some things which no man
can ever learn, no matter how intelli-
gent and earnest a student he may be.
“My dear, you look perfectly discour-
aged,” said little Mrs. Nash’s most in-
timate friend. “What is the matter?”
“I am perfectly discouraged,” said
Mrs, Nash, tearfully. “You know that
foot-rest with the handsome emproid-
ered top that I gave George for Christ:
mas? Well, I've noticed it had begun
to look almost a little shabby, and I
couldn't imagine why, for it stands
away from the windows, and I've
taken great care of it. And when I
came down earlier than usual from
putting Janey to bed last night, what
do you suppose I saw?”
The friend shook her head hopelessly.
“I found,” said Mrs. Nash, with bit-
terness, “that George Nash had taken
that footstool out into the centre of the
room, near his Morris chair, and had
put his feet—with his boots on, too—
right on it!”"—Youth’s Companion.
A Black Balfinch,
Albino freaks in bird life are fre-
quently noticed, but Mr. W. Head, of
Pleasant road, Bishops Stortford, has a
curiosity quite in the opposite direction.
A piping bulfinch in his possession
has none of the handsome red and
whie markings of that bird, but is of
an niense black.—London Chronicle,
A /EA STRANGE ADV VENTURE.
I ICHARD CREG AN, a tune
nel-worker of Jersey City,
had an experience which
has probably never been
Ok duplicated by any other
man since time began. He was blown
out of the “air-lock” in the front
of the tunnel in which he was work-
ing, up through the mud and gravel
through which, he had been digging,
through a navigable river on which
steamers were running, and some dis-
tance into the air, from which he feli
back again into the river, to be picked
up apparently unharmed.
A new subway is in process of con-
struction under the East River, to con-
nect New York and Brooklyn. From
the Brooklyn side the workmen had
progressed about 200 feet from the
dock. They were boring through mud
with an immense tube or shield. The
open end of this was filled with com-
pressed air at a pressure of about thir-
teen pounds to the square inch. This
held the mud of the river bed back,
and enabled the four men who worked
out there to do so in comparative saf-
ety. Back of them was another air
chamber where other men worked
under pressure. Sometimes “faults”
developed in the river-bed and air es-
caped. When a bad leak develops, the
air is apt to escape with a rush and
the mud to overwhelm the workers be-
fore they can get out.
One day in March, while Cregan and
three others were in the advance cham-
ber—literally in a “bubble” at the
end of the tunnel-—they heard the
crackle of escaping air. Cregan turned
quickly and saw a bad break develop-
ing.
“Quick, boys! The bags!” he calied,
and picking up a sack of hay from a
pile kept for the purpose, attempted
to block the blowout with it.
Before fhe others could understand
what was happening the blast of out-
rushing air had caught Cregan and
driven him head first up through the
vent. His hands were above his head
as he went in, and he stuck fast when
only his feet remained in sight of his
mates. They were at a loss what to do.
They could not pull Cregan back, and
to do so would cost them alt= their
lives. They must get through the air-
lock. Luckily the men in the rear
chamber felt the reduction in pressure,
opened the door and let them in.
Cregan, suddenly driven head first
through the crumbling river bottom,
was battered and bruised by the peb-
bles which slid past him with the es-
caping air. He retained his wits, and
knowing the only possible way out was
straight ahead, the way the air was
rushing, he began to pull with his
hands. He was able to give the neces-
sary aid to free himself, and just as
his breath was leaving him he felt him-
self shoot up through the rest of the
mud, up through the river and out into
the air. The water there was about
forty feet deep, but Cregan came with
such force that he spouted up on top
of what appeared to be a geyser. A
row-boat at once put out and picked
him up.
“An’ what was ye thinkin’
Dick?” asked a friend, later
day.
“I wasn't thinking,” said he. “I was
pasting that mud. Put when I landed
in the water, all right side up, and
stretched out me legs, and they was
there, and pulled in me arms, and they
was all there, I begun thinking then
that ye can’t kill an Irishman.”—
Youth's Companion.
about,
in the
A LION HUNT IN MISSOURL
“It was along back in S87,” said the
“boss” canvasman to the New York
Tribune reporter, “and the first we
knew six cars were in the ditch and
half of the animal cages were under
them. Some of the cages were on
top, and a lot of the little animals,
zebras, wolves and deer and such like,
took to the woods. Nothing got away
to do any harm except Monarch, the
big lion. His den was bottom up,
with a hole in it big enough to let out
a cow, and Monarch had gone with
the little animals.
“Well, after we had rounded up the
cook-house outfit we had breakfast,
and after that we started in to dig the |
stuff out of the ditch. The railroad
company’s wrecking crew came along
to help us, and toward noon, when
we'd got pretty well under way, a tall
black darky came out of the woods and
stood staring at us.
“Nobody paid any attention to him,
and he just shuffled round in his cow-
hide boots from one foot to the other
and grinned. Seeing we didn't ‘roast’
him, he took courage.
“Did any o you gemmen losed a
giraffe? he says.
“Giraffe? said I. ‘No, we never
owned one. Why?
_ “‘Well, boss, Ah done foun’ some-
thin’ up in mah ’tato patch this maw-
nin’, an’ Ah ‘lowed as maybe hit
’longed to you-all.’ ,
“I got interested.
like?
* ‘Lawdy, boss, hits mos’ monstrous.
Big varmint with yaller eyes, an’ hit
done come a-snarlin’ an’ a-spittin’ at
me soon’s Ah got out o’ baid.
“ “Where is it?
“Oh, Ah cawt hit ali righty. Done
put a rope roun’ his neck an’ tied hit
to mah cab'n.
“‘Go an’ get it, said I. Then the
wrecking crew got a tackle under an-
other den, and we forgot the darky.
“Maybe it was half an hour later
when we heard a noise over on the
road among the trees—a noise like a
negro driving a mule. Everybody
stopped work to listen. The noise got
nearer and nearer. Then a cloud of
‘What does it look
dust salled out from behind the trees
When it got within a hundred yards
of the track it cleared up a bit, and
there was that big darky, with a rope
in one hand and a piece of fence rail
in the other. On the other end of the
rope was Monarch,
“That darky was lamming him with
a chunk of fence and firing mule talk
at him:
“‘Come ’long heah, you yaller-eyed
ol' cat! Ah doan’ know what you is,
but you ain't go’'n’ snahl an’ spit at
me, nohow. C'm on ‘long, ye big, sassy
vahmint! and with that the man would
let drive with his piece of fence and his
cowhide boots.
“And Monarch was coming. I never
saw a creature so cowed as he was, I
reckon any young one could have taken
him by the scruff of the neck and
turned him over on his back. He was
a great, overgrown pet cat, with all
the fight and power surprised out of
him.
“We had hauled his den up on to the
road-bed, with the hole in the end
butted against a wagon. The door was
open, and when Monarch saw it, he
jerked the rope out of the darky’s
hand and bolted inside. He couldn’t
get far enough inside, either—went
away up in the farthest corner and
tried to hide.”
HIS FATE FOUND HIM.
Capt. Robert Faulknor, a commander
in the British navy in 1794, was a man
of unusual courage. During an en-
counter close under the walls of Fort
Royal he noticed that the pilot did
not seem to be himself. The man, he
thought, seemed to hesitate when he
gave his orders. In “Famous Fighters
of the Fleet,” Mr. Fraser gives the
story:
Captain Faulknor turned aside to one
of his officers.
“I think Mr. Dash seems confused, as
if he doesn’t know what he is about.
Has he been in action before?”
“Many times, sir,” was the reply.
“He has been twenty-four years in
the service.”
But Faulknor was not satisfied. He
eyed the pilot closely, and then step-
ping up to him, asked kim a trifling
question. The pilot’s agitation was
such as to render him incapable of &
reply. Recovering himself to some ex:
tent a moment later, the wretched
man, keeping his eyes on the deck, in
a low voice addressed Faulknor, who
was bending over him, with this start-
ling admission:
“I see your honor knows me. I am
unfit to guide her. I don’t know what
is come over me. I dreamt last night
I should be killed, and I am so afraid
I don’t know what I am about. I
never in all my life felt afraid before.”
Without for an instant losing his
presence of mind, Captain Faulknor re-
plied to the man in a still lower tone:
“The fate of this expedition depends
on the man at the helm. Give it to
me, and go and hide your head in what-
ever you fancy the safest part of the
ship. But mind, fears are catching.
If I hear you tell yours to one of your
messmates, your life shall answer for
it to-morrow.”
The poor fellow, panic-stricken, went
away, and overcome with shame, sat
down upon the arm-chest, while Cap-
tain Faulknor seized the helm, and
with his own hand laid the Zebra
close to the walls of the fort; but be-
fore he could land at the head of his
gallant followers, a cannon-ball struck
the arm-chest and blew the pilot to
atoms. He was the only man killed
of all the Zebra's crew that day.
A RIDE UP PIKE'S PEAK.
To take a pleasure ride that almost
literally bursts your head open is a
novelty thrilling enough, it is to be
presumed, for the most eager thrill
seeker, but that is what often happens
to him who essays the dizzy heights
of Pike's Peak, 14,000 feet above sea
level.
“I went up on the cog road from
Manitou,” said a’ Baltimore man, “in
company with a party of tourists, and
before we reached the Halfway House
there were two who exhibited such
positive symptoms of distress that at
the first stop they had to leave and
take the next train down. The rest
of us continued. In a seat a little in
front of us was a young girl who had
been growing gradually hysterical, and
whom we had been watching curiously
to see what would happen next,
“It happened. Suddenly she threw
up her hands and fell backward, with
blood gushing from her mouth, ears,
eyes and nose. The conductor, who
was evidently accustomed to such
scenes, told her escort to lay her flat
on her back, as the pressure was less
there than at the head in a sitting pos-
ture.
Then, at the next station, she was
taken off and sent back to Manitou
by the wagon road. They didn't dare
to take her down by train, as the
quick change to the denser air might
have proved serious.
“Well, we kept going and reached
top. 1 thought I'd take a short run in
the fine, rarified air, and I did—took a
dozen steps, when my heart began to
beat like a trip-hammer, and I con-
cluded that running at that height was
not for me. They told me you couldn’t
boil eggs or beans up there. I don’t
know, because I didn’t try. We had
our pictures taken sitting on a rock
up in that barren spot, where nothing
will grow but the edelweiss, and
bought some souvenirs.
“Then we came down, and so far as
they can level the
mountain to-morrow. I'll never have
any more use for it. Manitou, Garden
of the Gods and North Cheyenne can.
von for mine, but no more of that sky
business.”—Baltimore News.
I am concerned,
So large has the foreign population
of East London now become that even
the official notices outside the police
station have to be printed in Yiddisb
as well as English,
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A WOMAN'S MISERY.
Mre. John LaRue, of 115 Paterson
Avenue, Paterson; N. J., says: “1 was
troubled for about nine years, and
what 1 suf-
fered no one
will ever
know. 1 used /
about every
known reme-
dy that is said
to be good for
kidney com-
plaint, but
without deriv-
ing permanent
relief. Often
" y § when alone in
the house the back ache has been so
bad that it brought tears to my eyes.
The pain at times was so intense that I
was compelled to give up my household
duties and lie down. There were head-
aches, dizziness and blood rushing to
my head to cause bleeding at the nose.
The first box of Dean’s Kidney Pills
benefited me so much that I continued
the treatment. The stinging pain in
the small of my back, the rushes of
blood to the head and other symptoms
disappeared.”
Doan’s Kidney Pills are for sale by al}
dealers, 50 cents per box. Foster-Mile
burn Co., Buffalo, N. Y.
Quebec's New Fortifications.
The Dominion government is about
to enter upon the construction of gi-
gantic military works in the city and
district of Quebec. The old citadel is
to be overhauled, and the three forts
at Point Levis, and big guns put on
all of them. At Beaumont, nine miles
from the city, on the south shore,
two large fortresses aret to be con-
structed, commanding a full view of
the channels up and down the river
and costing about $3,000,000. Wher
they are done Quebec can go to sleep
at night with an added sense of secur.
ity, though it is a question whether
it will be a bit safér than it is now
and has been ever since Wolfe and}
Montcalm, for the time being, settled
its status on the Heights of Alra-
ham.
Tadiae Can Wear Shoes -
One size smaller after usinz Allen’s Fonte
Ease, a powder. It makes tight or new shos
easy. Cures swollen, hot, sweating, aching
feet, Ingrowing nails, corns and bunions. At
all druggists and shoe stores, 25c. Don't age
cept any substitute, Trial package Free »
mall. Address, Allen €, Olmsted, LeRoy, N.
Russia has eighty-six general holidays in
a year.
The Jews celebrate this year the
250th anniversary of their settlemen:
in the United States.
BABY'S TERRIBLE SORE
Body Raw With Humor—Caused Untold
Agony=Doctor Did No Good—Mother
Discouraged=-Cuticura Cured at Once.
“My child was a very delicate baby. A
terrible sore and humor broke out on his
body, looking like raw flesh, and causing
the child untold agony. My physician pre
scribed various remedies, none of which
helped at all. I became discouraged and
took the matter into my own hands, and
tried Cuticura Soap and Cuticura Ointment
with almost immediate success. Before,
the second week had passed the soreness
was gone, not leaving a trace of anything.
Mrs. Jeannette H. Block, 281 Rosedale St.,
Rochester, N. Y.”
Hidden Money Produced.
Not very long ago William Mar-
tin, a business man of Martinsburg,
Washington county, has brought into
New Albany a considereable sum of
money, which consists entirely of o
“greenbacks” issued before 1865.
great part of this money had evident:
ly been secreted for many years,
it was covered with mold. It had ap
parently not been in circulation. Se
eral hundred dolars of the money wa
in compound interest notes issue
during the last years of the Civil wa
The money, Mr. Martin said, was
part of a large sum left by a wealth
farmer of Washington. county, X
who died a few years ago, and W4
being put in circulation by the hei
of his handsome estate. While ni
at all miserly, he was careful and
prudent, and, being distrustful of
banks, he had kept his money secret-
ed about his house. The greater part
of his accumulations had been on
hand for more than forty years, and
had the money been put at interest
it would have more than doubled it-
self during the years it had lain idle.
—Louisville Courier-Journal.
Longest Tunnel.
The Simplon is the longest tunnel
in the world, and has been finished in|
the face of tremendous difficulties,
most of which were entirely unex-
pected, and many of which presented
new problems for engineers. It
tends from Brieg in Switzerland
Iselle in Italy, the total length being
a little over 121; miles—21,576 yards
in fact.
COMES A TIME
When Coffee Shows What It Has Been
Doing.
“Of late years coffee has disagreed
with me,” writes a matron from Rome,
N. Y,, “it’s lightest punishment was to
make me ‘logy’ and dizzy, and it
seemed to thicken up my blood.
“The heaviest was when it upset my
stomach completely, destroying my ap-
petite and making me nervous and irri-
table, and sent me to my bed. After
one of these attacks, in which I nearly
lost my life, I concluded to quit and
try Postum Food Coffee,
“It went right to the spot! I found it
not only a most palatable and refresh»
ing beverage, but a food as well,
“All my ailments, the ‘loginess’ and
dizziness, the unsatisfactory condition
of my blood, my nervousness and rele
tability disappeared in short order and |
my sorely afllicted
quickly to recover. I began to rebuild
and have steadily continued until now.
Have a good appetite and am rejoicing |
in sound health, which I owe to the
use of Postum Food Coffee.” Name
given by Postum Ce., Battle Cres
Mich.
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