HUNTLEY OF THE CASTINE.
on the quarterdeck alone
the battle’s bravest heroes known
W the man behind the gan
® glorious victories always won;
¢ hideth a binde as keen
t of sight of the sanguine scene,
are doughty deeds of daring done
Huntley's Huontley of the Castine!
on the Httle gunboat davted at dawn,
th her fluttering starry fag at peak,
© the walls of San Juan
Juan of orto Rlque
seemed lke a living, conscious thing
Ith the battle passion qu Ing :
t fullest speed, with her sere
her batteries roaring, she
ing the baby of all the fleet
r furnaces glowing with fury heat,
Suddenly down in the deepest hold,
in the vessel's throbbing heart,
» 3 sound to test the soul of the bold,
make the bravest blanch and start
the noise of a dream, but the hiss of
steam, .
A socket bolt sprung loose in a scam:
“Quick! Bank the fire! Quick! Bank the
fire I"
Cries fearless Huntley man of the hour.
will save from destruction dire,
Save If it Hes within mortal power.
» stokers heave with laboring breath
In a desperate ight with a demon death.
Into that reeking pit he dares,
nntley—iluntley of the Castine:
(O for a waft of God's fresh sweet airs
nd the sea and
clean |) .
ss the minutes one —two and three
him and his comrades each seems to be
A separaie eternity,
and the heavens clear
The while ‘mid the heat and the stifling
fume ;
He tightens the bolt that is threatening
. doom :
Then forth they hale him to see him lie
Prone before them with lidded eye
Nay, nay ; but he did not die!
He did not die, and when up to the blue
Of the sky they bore him with reverent
mien
And he voused and gazed on the flag that
flew
@©'er the blare and blaze of the battle scene, |
And smiled, how they cheered him, that
valiant crew ! .
Shall! we not join in the cheer
For Huntley the hero of the
— Clinton Scollard, in the Sun
ALAAAA AA ALALAAL
: The Pity of It.
VYVVVV VV VVYYVYVYVY
. “Pat it must be done, William,”
said his wife, her head slightly raised
and ber gray eyes sharp with sup-
pressed excitement.
“l should be dreadfully mortified
mot io do as much for Elise as Charles
does for his children. Well, not ex-
actly as much in every way, no, of
course we really couldn't expect her
to have so much jewelry and as many
new frocks. But to have Elise look
old-fashioned and not have suitable
things for her little parties—why it is
positively embarrassing to her and
humiliates me,”
William Soliday avoided his wife's
gaze, and methodically arranged his
necktie. Ie was a plain man, with
a kindly smile when he was not dis-
turbed by his ambitious wife and
daughter.
“Well, Wiiliam, can’t you tell me
whether you can let me have $20 or
not this week?”
“J don't see how I can, Eliza. I've
bad a hard winter at the store and a
a good many accounts overdue, I wish
I could make as much money as
Charles, but I can’t seem to do it, any-
way. ‘He is a good talker and smart.
You know, Eliza, that I've worked
hard for the last 25 years, early and
late.”
! “Oh, I don't accuse you of being
lazy,” remarked Mrs. Soliday tartly;
“what I would like to see is some-
thing to show for all your work.
Charles doesn't get to his office till 9
and is always through at 5, and
makes at least. a hundred dollars a
week in salary and commissions.”
“I'll tell you right now, Eliza, that
. even though Charles is my cousin, I
would not be in his line of business
for a thousand a week. It's no use
to continue this talk any longer,
Eliza. I hope to be able to supply
you and Elise with all the neces-
saries of life, and a little more, but as
for fitting out Elise so she can run
around with the set that her cousin
belongs to, I cannot even attempt i>
‘his closed the conversation for
that morning, and while Mrs. Soliday
sat in her room finish?g her daugh-
ter’'s graduating gown, her mind dwelt
bitterly on her cramped life with its
petty economies.
She had really loved William Soli-
day 30 years ago. He was a clerk
then, in her father’s store, and a gen-
fal, honest young fellow. But when
the business was his, he did not seem
to know just how to make it pay. He
bought a good line of stock, and he
had to sell at a close margin to com-
pete with the cheap articles displayed
by his rivals. Then he paid his help
a fair price. and his roomy. vell-ven-
tilated store cut still deeper into his
profits. She suspected that some of
his old customers had not paid their
bili® for a long time, in fact, when a
man was out of work, or there was
sickness, William never would push
his claims, and sometimes he lost a
good deal, that way.
As Eliza Soliday thought, her
cheeks burned and the smouldering
fire of discontent burst into a bright-
er blaze. She had not minded the
serimping so much when Elise was
little, her clothes cost such a small
amount, and she had not begin to
have her social ambitions awakened
till the last year or two.
The other girls in the class were to
have either a handsome piece of jew-
elry or a gold watch, as a souvenir of
graduation day, and there were photo-
graphs, spreads, class pins, dances,
and the usual accompanfuments of
the festive time.
Charles Soliday’s twin daughters
had everything that any one had, and
far more. Their father was to pre-
~ ment them with watches, suitably en-
graved, and their mother had prom-
{sed them elegant gold bracelets, with
diamond studded clasps. They were
to entertain the entire ciass at an in-
formal dance, followed by-a supper,
at which each guest would be present-
od with a specially designed favor.
The girls’ gowns were to be made
by their mother's fashionable dress
maker, and nothing would be lacking
to complete their stylish appearance,
The dotted Swiss muslin which Mrs,
Soliday was rapidly finishing looked
coarse and cheap in her eyes, and she
threw it on the bed with a completely
disgusted expression on her handsome
face,
That day Mrs, Soliday spent a few
hours with her sister, who lived out
in the suburbs, Returning home in
the late afternoon, she was obliged to
sit in a closely-crowded car, and her
eyes were startled by headlines in a
special edition of an evening papers
“Charles Soliday Arrested. About to
escape with his plunder. Denied
wrong-doing, but finally broke down
and confessed.”
M Soliday felt her
beating for a moment,
like a runaway horse. Charles Soli-
day, whose wife and daughters she
had envied— she could not believe her
own eyes. Mrs, Soliday was too ex-
cited to remain in the car when it
approached her locality, so signaling
to the conductor, she left the car and
rapidly towards her home.
heart stop
then plunge
walked
Hurrying into the house she was
met by Elise, who had heard the
news. The girl was as excited as her
mother, and they talked over the as-
tonishing situation.
“fsn’t it *dreadful for Bertha and
Bersice,” said Elise, “They didn’t
come to school today, and the girls
said their mother had hysterics and
fainting spells all day. There's fa-
ther coming now.”
“Tell him I am upstairs and I want
to speak to him right away,” said
Mrs. Soliday as she hastened out of
the room.
William Soliday looked very sober-
ly at his pretty daughter, then turned
and walked slowly to his wife's room.
She met him at the door and the tears
were running down her cheek.
“Oh, William, can you ever forgive
me,” she began:
“There, Eliza, don't take on so,
said her husband, dropping heavily
into a big chair, and taking the trem-
bling woman in his arms.
“But to think what
done—and where he is
vou might have been if—
was” unable to go on.
“Don’t crv so, Iliza. It will be all
right in time,” continued Mr. Soliday,
patting his wife's shoulder and hardly
realizing what he was saying.
“Oh, but William, I would rather
live plain, and not have new things
and know that my husband was an
honest man. And yon were stronger
than [ was, because I was afraid of
what people would say and I might
have driven vou to do something des-
perate just as Charles has done,” and
she began to sob with renewed vio-
lence.
“Now, Eliza, just listen a minute,”
said Wililam Soliday. *I* had a
chance to make $50 today, that is, I
received it on an old account that I
never expected to be paid. If you
vant it to buy some pretty things for
the little girl—"
“Oh, William, it's more than
enough,” returned his wife. “She will
only need a part of it and I want you
to have some for yourself. I can't
have my good man looking shabby,”
she ended with a slight smile around
her mouth and her husband was too
wise to object.
Among the lovely young girls who
were graduated there was none more
bewitching than Elise Soliday in her
simple gown and without any jingling
trinkets. The Soliday twins were not
there, and with their withdrawal from
the class, the element of extrava-
pance which threatened to be the
dominant feature was eliminated. In
girlish fashion the swing of the pen-
dulum was toward extreme simplicity
of dress, to the relief of those whose
means were limited to a small outlay.
“Our Elise was the prettiest’ girl in
the class,” said Mrs. Soliday to her
husband that night.
“How could she help it—with such
a mother,” he replied without a mo-
ment’s hesitation.—Mary Peabody
Sawyer in the American Cultivator.
Tommy's Good Fairy.
Smoking was an abomination to
Queen Victoria, and many a notable
man at Windsor had to hang his head
out of a window or stick it up the
chimney to get a ‘“‘blow” before bed.
But she sympathized with the soldier's
craving for tobacco.
Writing to Mr. Childers, Sir Henry
Ponsonby said: “The Standard says
the men in Egypt complain that they
can not get tobacco. The Queen hopes
that something can be done for the
purpose of supplying them with this
almost necessary of life out there. Her
majesty wished to help in sending out
tobacco, but I scarcely know what the
Queen could do in this matter.”
Lord Wolseley was evidently in sym-
pathy with the wishes of the Queen,
and personally celebrated Tel-el-Kebir
by smoking nine cizars in succession.
”
Charles has
and where
” here she
Whom It Was For.
Three girl clerks were waiting for
the rush of business to begin this
morning about 8 o'clock in a Denver
department store. “Girls,” said the
stationery clerk, “a man who came up
here yesterday to buy some writing pa-
per said the queerest thing to me.”
“What was it?” asked another.
“Well,” continued the . first, “he
wanted to see some stationery. I didn’t
know just what kind he was after—
men’s or women’s styles. ‘Christmas
present, I suppose,’ I ventured to say.
‘Yes,’ he replied stifly. ‘Do you wish
it for a lady? 1 asked.”
“What did he say?” asked one of the
other girls.
“He frowned,” replied the stationery
clerk, “and growled ‘No, it's for my
mother-in-law,’ "—Denver Post.
On Mother's Lap.
When I'm a little tired of play,
And have put all my toys away,
And do not want to take a nap,
I go and climb on mother's lap,
And ask her if she will not tell
The stories that I love so well-—
Of all she used to do
When she was little, too,
And she tells me all the stories I like best
OF times so long ago, so long ago
About my aunts and uncles and the rest,
And the funny things they used to do,
you know,
How the soldiers came and asked for food
one day,
When my grandma and my grandpa were
away,
And how she and Uncle Ned
Hid the silver in the bed.
And of how my Uncle Jack
Went to India and back.
ow my Aunt Jane put the gander down
the well,
And my Aunt Maria knew but wouldn't tell
to the present contained in the bundle,
The bundles should not be touched hy
either hand, and if dropped must be
| play.
How the Gipsies stole-my Uncle Ned, aod
how
He meant to kill a crow, and shot the cow. |
low one day my Aunt Mavia
Took my little Aunt Sophia
A-wading in the brook,
And the awful cold she took.
And how my Uncle Ned
Painted grandma’
And the things that
Oh, 1 love to hear
know,
Of times so long ago, so long ago
When she was little, too,
And of all she used to do,
And it’s better than a story. for it's true.
Laura Spencer IPortor, in Youth's Com-
panion,
her
An Odd Race.
In Canada boys have barrel races,
and they are great fun.
These races are on ice.
Ordinary barrels, with their heads
removed, are placed at regular inter-
vals along the racecourse for about
a quarter of a mile.
Then, at a given signal all the boys
skate for the first barrel. Many
reach it together and, as each skater
must pass through all the barrels in
order to win, there is quite a scram-
ble for first #arn.
Sometimes a barrel wheels com-
pletely around while a boy is working
his way through it, and when he
comes out, he is so confused that he
skates off in the wrong direction, Us-
nally the laugh of the spectators
makes him vealize his blunder, and
he quickly turns about and tries to
make up for lost time. It is quite
an exciting sport and an amusing
one also for the spectators, as the
boys and barrels bob about in the
most ludicrous fashion.
The White House Children.
If you think because the President
must concern himself with affairs of
tremendous moment for the country
and the world he cannot romp with
his little folk as other fathers do, you
are much mistaken, says a writer in
St. Nicholas. And if you think that
Mrs. Roosevelt has no time to see that
the children learn their lessons, or to
tuck them comfortably in bed, even on
the nights of great receptions, or state
dinners, you are likewise mistaken.
Or if you think that the young per-
sons at the White House are excused
from any educational tasks, or have
any special privileges as to lessons
or school work, and envy them on that
account, get rid of the impression at
once.
Pocket money for ice-cream soda and
chocolates is not unknown but there
is no unlimited indulgence in them.
The President likes all wholesome
things, and he is not above the fairy
tales that all children love.
Gingerbread Barometer.
It has taken a clever Frenchman
to discover a kind of barometer
which may be safely called unique.
An English journal says that it is
nothing more or less than the figure
of a general made of gingerbread.
He hangs it by a string on a nail
ringerbread, as every one knows, is
easily affected by changes in the at-
mosphere. The slightest moisture ren-
ders it soft, while in dry weather it
grows hard and tough. Every morn-
ing, on going out, the Frenchman asks
his servant, “What does the general
say?’ and the man applies his thumb
to the gingerbread figure. Perhaps he
may reply: “The general feels soft.
He would advise you to take an um-
brella.” On the other hand if the
gingerbread is hard and unyielding to
the touch, it is safe to go
one's best attire. umbrella-less and
confident. The Frenchman declares
that the general has never yet proved
unworthy of the confidence placed in
him, and would advise all whose purse
will not allow them to purchase a ba-
rometer or aneroid, to see what the lo-
cal baker can do for them in the gin-
gerbread line.—Harper's.
Games for Evenings.
Games in which both young and old
may find enjoyment are in great de-
mand during the holidays, when de-
lightful family reunions are the order
of the season. The old games under
new names are quite as much enjoyed
as more novel ones, and as a rule
those are most enjoyed which do not
necessitate too much mental labor.
occasionally one requiring some effort
of the mind will prove enjoyable, but
this should only be suggested as an
innovation.
An absurdly amusing play is that
known as “bundle”. game. This is
something like the old nut and potato |
faces. Make as many bundles as
forth in |
| must
{which
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there are to be players, by wrapping |
quantities of paper around some inex- |
pensive trinket or toy, and tie loosely
with a string. The bundles should "he
placed on the floor at one end of the
room, and each player should be pre-
sented with a teaspoon.
on his teaspoon, and running across
the room with it so poised, is entitled | bargain sale.”—Philadelphia Bu
Each player |
who succeeds in picking up a bundle !
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| this
| faces and attitudes are apt to
picked up on the spoon again. The
player who fails to do this, while any
of the contestants slowly count five Is
Lookers-on find
the players’
be in
effort
the
very laughable, as
excited sympathy with every
of the treacherous bundle and
struggle is highly amusing.
“Buy” is a lively and interesting
game. Any number except seven may
The players seat themselves in
a circle or about a table, One begins
the game by exclaiming “One!” The
player to the left says “Two!” and so
| it goes around until it arrives at sev-
en, which number must not he men-
tioned, but in its place the word “buy”
be used. Whenever the number
“seven’ occurs or any number into
seven can be diviged, “buy”
must be used instead of that number.
Any one mentioning seven or any
number with seven in it instead of
“buy,” or calling out of her turn, or
naming a wrong number, must pay
a forfeit. After she has paid the for-
feit she calls out “One,” and this time
the player to the right says “Two,” so
that each gets a different number.
When, after a little practice, the cir-
cle gets as high as seventy-one, then
“Buy one!” “Buy two!” etc., must be
used, and for seventy-seven, “Buy!
buy!” and so on. If the player whose
turn it is to speak delays longer than
while any member of the circle can
moderately count five, she must pay a
forfeit.
“New Magic Music” is another old
game with slight additions. Chairs
are placed as in the old game, every
alternate one facing the opposite way,
and one less than there are to be play-
ers. IZach should be adorned with a
tiny bow of red or blue ribbon on the
back, alternating the colors, and each
player should be presented with a bow
to match, the colors being equally di-
vided. The bows should be worn
prominently attached to the coat or
bodice. The players arrange them-
selves in file and some one begins to
play a lively air upon the piano. Beut-
ing time with their hands the players
march rapidly around the chairs, un-
til the music suddenly ceases, then
there is a mad scramble for the chairs,
each player being obliged to take one
decorated with his own color. If a
wrong seat is chosen a forfeit must be
paid. The player who is left without
a chair the oftenest should be present-
ed with a booby prize.
“Manners” is another popular game.
One of the players leaves the room
while the others decide upon some ad-
jective or adverb, such as “proud”
“eilly,” “gay,” and so on. On being
recalled the player asks any question
she wishes from each person in turn,
the answer being given in the manner
of the word chosen, but not using the
word—that is, in a proud manner or
gayvly as the case may he. This is
continued until the word is guessed,
or if, after inquiring from each of the
players, the right word is not known,
a forfeit must be paid, and the game
begins again.
A good memory game is called ‘Sug:
gestions.” At least four or five play-
ers are necessary, and more if possi-
ble, as the more the merrier. All but
one sit in a semi-circle, and the one
who does not do so sits facing the
others and is provided with a pencil
and paper. He or she calls upon one
of the players—generally the one far-
thest to the left—for a suggestion.
Having received it he jots it down,
and asks the next player what that
suggestion suggests to him, writes that
down, and inquires of the next player
what the second suggestion suggests to
him, and so on. To explain, the first
suggestion might be “Apples.” “What
do apples suggest to you?’ the inter-
locutor would inquire of the player on
the first player's right. “An orchard,”
he might reply. This to the next play-
er might suggest climbing trees. This
again may suggest a “broken head” to
the next player, suggesting to the next
player “An Irish fair,” and naturally
from this “St. Patrick,” “Snakes,” and
“The Zoo” would follow. When the
suggestions have gone round two or
three times or more, according to the
number playing, the players all stand
up, except the one who has taken
notes of the suggestions.” He now
reads out the last suggestion made,
and asks any player what that sug
gests to him; that player must re-
member the suggestion before it, out
of which it arose; the player next to
him must recall the suggestion before
that; and so the game works back-
ward to the first. Any player who
makes a mistake or fails to remember
a suggestion while the note-taker
counts ten, sits down and is out of the
game, the winner, of course, being the
one who remains standing to the end.
It adds to the fun if the connection be-
tween the suggestions is rather far-
fetched, requiring some explanation,
although, of course, there must be
some connection.
Struck the Real Thing.
“Here's our star half-back laid up
with two broken ribs,” howled the
manager, “and enough interna injur-
ies to keep him in bed for a taonth.”
“Wall, I told you to keep him out
of all bruising games,” snarled the
coach.
It wasn't that.
to go and accompanv
The duran fo@! had
his girl&to a
in.
PEARLS OF THOUGHT.
Vanity is the mother of vice.
Putty and piety are not the same.
The praise of holiness is not its pur
suit,
It's your life that lifts the prayer of
your lips,
Every good deed helps make a track
for others,
The only joy you can keep is that
you scatter,
A divine price
heavenly peace,
The parlor-car church gets hooked
on the wrong train.
They who welcome new truth never
have to wait long for it,
He who has glal news need not be
afraid of making a noise,
It is likely to be the faith more than
the food that makes the feast,
Everything that strengthens home
ties binds closer Heaven's bands.
Some people buy Bibles for the gilt
ou them, others for the gold in them.
It is the last resort of weak minds
to seek to be interesting through their
melancholy.
must be paid for
Dewdrops of piety are very
but they evaporate before any
ones get to them.
The great question is not whether
you have failed but whether you are
content with failure.—Ram’s Horn.
pretty
thirsty
WANT AMERICAN HUSBANDS.
Wealthy Foreigners Here Declars
They Are the Better Kind.
“While our match-making mamas
are doing their best to marry their
girls to titled foreigners,” said a wom-
an who teaches English to the wealth:
ier members of a certain foreign quar.
ter in New York, “I find that the am-
bition of the foreign mothers who
have come to America is to have their
girls marry Americans.
“No, it is not for the sake of any
business advantage which might ac-
crue from a thorough knowledge of
the language and customs on the part
of the husband. All those things they
acquire with remarkable rapidity. It
is simply because they are impressed
with the kindness of the American
man in his family relations, his chival-
ry to women.
“There is the mother of one of my
most recent pupils, for example, The
family are wealthy foreigners who
have been here but six months, and I
doubt if they number more than three
or four American families among
their acquaintances; yet it is already
decided that Etelka when she marries
must get an American husband.
Etelka is only 11, so you can see that
the maternal prevision is looking far
ahead.
“Only the other day Mrs. W. said
to me in all sincerity: ‘It is my desire
—very much—that Etelka should
know the little Americans, these of
gentle birth, as friends, more than our
own people. She is young yet, but
the years slip by and when she 1s 18
and of age to marry, I much hope it
will be an American. [ will use my
influence to have it so. Ah, these
Americans! They are so kind to their
wives—so gentle! A woman is happy.
In our country the men are less kind.
My husband now. He is a good man,
but vehement. Half I am afraid to in-
vite Americans to our table lest they
see how do the foreign men in their
homes. If anything goes not just
right, ach, such a fuss! No, I look at
these American men. It is my desire
that Etelka shall marry one.'”’—New
York Press. !
Once on a time, so it is said, the
late George Augustus Sala, the distin-
guished litterateur and journalist, con-
tributed to Punch a burlesque of one
of his own articles in some leading
magazine. This burlesque was attrib-
uted to Burnand, and at one of the
“Beefsteak” dinners somebody com-
mented rather severely on what he con-
sidered was Burnand’s bad taste in cut-
ting up one of his own contributors.
Sala was immensely tickled at the
mistake, and with a wink to Burnand
promptly evinced to the assembled
company every sign of disgust and an-
noyvanhce at being treated in such a
manner. With increasing violence he
sprang from the table, and declared in
passionate tones that “he'd wring the
nose of the man who wrote that bur-
lesque.”
Burnand quietly
do so!”
By this time the other guests were
very much concerned to put an end to
what looked like becoming an ugly
fracas, and two or three jumped up
with a view of restraining Sala from
making an assault on Burnand.
To their amazement and huge amuse-
ment, Sala rushed into the middle of
the room, and energetically pulled his
own prominent feature!
Thawing Frozen Pipes by Electricity.
“Frozen gas and water pipes are re-
sponsible for a great amount of dam-
age in our Northern 8,” writes
responded, “Well,
cities,
George Ethelbert Walsh in the Techni-
cal World Magazine. ‘“Charges made
by plumbers for thawing frozen water
pipes are often as high as $50, while
the cost of thawing frozen gas pipes
frequently runs into hundreds. With
the new electric thawing apparatus two
men can thaw from ten to two hun-
dred pipes in a single day, the cost be-
ing from $4 to $15 per job.
“About 3000 frozen pipes were thawed
out last winter in New Jersey towns
lighted by the United Service Corpor-
ation and the total gross receipts of the
company for this work were $12,000.
Even then the demand was greater
than the company could meet, and this
winter it has largely increased its fa-
cilities.”
USE OF SLATE B
Introduced Into Schools as
Tablets at Very Early Period.
It is not easy to tell exactly fi
how long a period slates have bee
used by school boys; but they wen
used as writing tablets as far back a
the Middle Ages, and probably, there
fore, they were introduced into thy
schools of Europe at a very earl
period in the history of education iv
this part of the world. :
And, indeed, it would be hard to find
a more suitable substance for the pur.
pose than the easily flaked stone which
vields a smooth surface with a mini
mum of
workman, The ancients, as wg kno
frequently employed waxen tablet
for the purpose of writing letters o
making calculations which were na
intended to be permanent, and coul
easily be erased or smeared out of a
recognition with the finger. Diligen
housekeepers and clandestine love
found these means of reckoning g
communication equally indispensabld
while, for the man of letters, whethg
orator or lyric poet, the tablets
which were jotted down the heads
a great speech or passionate stanz
to some fair lady were almost a
necessary as pockets (of which t
ancient world knew nothing) to
modern man or boy.
Compared with these perishable
to memory, the slate was very
lived. For though the name im
a brittle substance easily broke
when the line of cleavage is discg
ed—Dbeing equivalent to the Fi
“eclate”—yet slate does not co
like wax with the application of
erate heat; and even if cracke
fall, might still be used if its
was stout enough to stand the
It is not surprising, therefore
the slate, when once introduce
school and domestic life, soon bd
popular.
But slate is also a good roof
ing, and has been used for this
pose for eight centuries at Id
Tiling, which still holds its ow
a large extent, partly on accoun
the inartistic appearance of the I
ern slated roof, was practicag
versal in the towns of the
world which came under the i
of Greece and Rome. It is in
to note in this connection thaf]
went on builders reduced tH
ness of their slates.
Whether this was due to rq
economy—for heavy slates fneed
have solid timbers beneath them
to other considerations, the fact =i
mains that the slates used inthe cheg
house of thé present day have a vq
cheap appearance. The difference,
clearly seen by contrasting the fliy
look of a jerrybuilt suburban
with the massive solidity of an
slate roofed farmhouse. which
weathered the storms of cf
london Daily Globe.
Family All Work at One T
It is not often that a man tral
whole family to one trade, espé
when the family is large. It if
often that all the members of a fa
want to work at one thing, par
ly when they are about evenly div
as to sex.
The family of Euclid N. Cobb
Monmouth, Warren county, Ill, is
striking exception to this rule. Th
are in Mr. Cobb’s family four boys &
six girls, and there isn’t a member
the family, including the mother a
the father, that isn’t a buttermal
and all save the younger, who ha
not received a full course of instru
tion, are artists at the work. The la
ter have a natural inclination for t
occupation, and although they a
mere children as yet they take to
trade with the same degree of delig
that a duck takes to water.
Some of the young men of this
mous dairy family are now supe
tending dairy farms, and others
fitting themselves for the same king
work. All the ten ghildren have
ceived or are receiving a thoroy
common and high school educati
and then they are drilled or are
ing drilled by a no less thorough prd
tice in butter-making. The oldest
the children learned from the fat
and mother, others learned from b
father and mother and sister ay
brother, until it has occurred that tj
whale family has taught one anothg
— ®aicago Tribune.
What He Was.
There is a man living in Waterbury
Conn., who is the head of a large fax
ily, nearly every member of which 1
a performer on some kind of a musi
cal instrument.
A Bostonian, who was visiting the
house of the Waterbury man, referred
to this fact, remarking that it must be
a source of great pleasure {othe fam-
ily, but to this observation the father
made no reply.
“Really,” continned the Bostonian,
“it is remarkable. Your younger son |!
is a cornetist, both vour daughters
rour wife is a violinist,
stand, the others are also
are pianist
and I und
musicians. Now what are vou, the
father of such a musical combina”
tion?”
“I,” renlied the old man, sarcasti-
cally. “I am a pessimist.”—Harper's
Weekly.
Nervous Dons.
Some of the Oxford dons have been
rather disposed to shake their heads
dubiously over the prospect of receiv-
ing so many American students into
their midst. The fancy’ that many of
us, like the cowboys of the Wild West,
might “tote pistols,” raise war-whoops
in the quads, and “lasso” the gargoyle
on the chapels, was a very transito
one, if it ever existed.—A Rho
Scholar in Macmillan’s Magazine.
trouble on the ‘part of th@
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again.
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drawing
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rebate on
his course
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vision of
faculty an
of each is
bers are e
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tained a
and does |
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dents of
benefit of
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the sale
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$100,000 i
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the Harv:
membersh
cost two
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amounted
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withdrawa
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to $17,510.
ily. In 18¢
in 1900-01,
$60,504.
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stores, it i
petition ke
tradesmen.
small plac
against th
when the |
with capit:
to suspend
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led to moi
between th
tradesmen,
cut prices,
paign aga
the larger
best to get
by offerin
lines of go
opposition.
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against the
ative store
colleges, a
there has
of stock nc
some whin
shopworn.
an organiz
‘to the field
and estab.
for college
by finding
relieve the