THE HERO, Back from the wars the hero came, With laurels resting on his brow, find a maiden and to claim Ifilment of her sacred vow. He had but one leg to his name, a He wore an empty sleeve, alack, And one glass eye, but he had fame, And pride was his when be came back. Oh, shame upon that maiden fair, Who broke the vow that she had made And scorned the wreath he had to wear As something that would quickly fades "Fame} Bah!” she cried; “in six months there Will be new heroes on the scene; Your name will be forgotten ere The grass above your leg is green.” He blamed her for her words and turned To proudly hobble from her view; And ere the orchards bloomed he learned That all the gir] had said was true, ~Chicago Record-Herald. BORORRO SOTRUOTRTONNIIII, . ca The Adventure of the Freak Dinner. a 2A BERR FORO # JEL Banos R. JUDGE CARSON rang the M bell, and Parker came in apd said: “Yessir!” Mr. Carson, who was absorbed in his mewspaper, stared at him dreamily for several seconds. “Parker,” he said presently, “I think «1 think you are going to be a bush- ranger.” Then Mr. Carson relapsed into his drown study. Parker waited with exemplary pa- tience for a full five minutes, and then de ventured: “Is that all, sir?” “All what, Parker?” It was obvious that Parker's pres- ence had been completely forgotten. “About being a bushranger, sir?’ “Yes, that’s all for the moment.” “Beg pardon, sir; but when do we start?’ he said; and you could tell from ! the deprecatory tone in which the ques- tion was put how conscious be was of everstepping the freedom allowed him by his master. “Start where, Parker?” “For where they do the bushranging, eir. 1 bad an idea that—that—" Parker faltered nervously. “Go on,’ said Mr. Carson, encourag- ingly. “I had an idea that bushranging was only done in Australia, sir.” “I believe you are correct, Parker. Bushranging kas hitherto been confined to Australia. Australia was the orig- inal home of the industry.” “Then when do we start for Aus- tralia?” , “Australia? think I am going to Australia Parker was painfully abashed, for he was unable to deny that be bad thought so. » “Beg pardon, sir; but I understood gou to say something about bush- ranging, and if we are mot going to Australia—" Parker was too much flustered to finish his sentence, and came to a sud- . den stop. “Parker,” observed Mr. Carson, in that pleasant drawl of bis, “I have mever tried to conceal from you that I hold a very poor opinion of your mental apparatus. Have I ever tried Parker?” “Never, sir.” “Then I am sorry to say that the silly remarks you have just made compel me to rate your intelligence at even @ lower degree than formerly. Be- cause bushranging has hitherto been only practiced in Australia, you as- sume that it can never be practiced anywhere else. Such poverty of im- agination strikes me as pitiful. When things are as we know they are in the commercial world here in England, does it not occur to you that we are bound not merely to support home in- dustries, but, so far as we may, to In- troduce new ones? If we engage in the bushranging business at all, we shall engage in it in London. You may go, Parker.” ® Parker, who had long since been anxious to get out of the-room, went without a word. But this conversation bad very con- siderable results. It confirmed Mr. Cafsen in a definite purpose which up till then bad only been a hazy idea. He resolved to be a bushranger at feast for cone evening, and he had de- rived the notion from his newspaper. Good heavens, you don’t 19 31. It is impossiblz to say how certain paragraphs go the round of the press, but it was reported in quite a dozen newspapers that a number of gentle- men, who had amassed large fortunes in the Australian gold fields, had de- termined to dine together under such conditions as would vividly recall to them their early struggles in the col- onies. These paragraphs excited the great- est interest, and as the public were all agog for the fullest particulars, a num- der of enterprising reporters were duly commissioned to find out all about it, ard were not long in discovering that the locale of the dinner was to be the Hotel Cosmopolitan. ‘fhe courteous manager very willing- Jy submitted to be interviewed. “Yes,” he said, “you may take it from me that the dinner will be held here. A substantial deposit to cover the initial expenses has already been paid. This was necessary because the gentleman who is organizing the din- ner desires to remain anonymous. The guests will be limited to twelve, and will be representative of the larg- est mining interests in the antipodes. 1 can’t tell you their names, because 1 do not know them. “These gentlemen have mo desire to obtain a cheap notoriety. They are bent upon spending a pleasant evening together, under circumstances which will bring back to them the primitive surroundings of their early colonial life.” The reporters were, of course, disap- pointed that they couldn’t get names, but the obliging and courteous manager was in other respects so lavish of in- formation that they could not possibly complain, He conducted them to the grand hall —a spacious apartment on the first floor, and acted the part of showman, “This, you see, has been transformed to reproduce as accurately as possible an isolated cabin in a bush township of one of the Back Blocks. The dinner will be served in the cabin. The billy will be boiled and the damper will be cooked by the gentlemen themselves; they will fry their own bacon. There will be biltong; there will be tea in little square cakes, and it will be made and drunk out of tin pannikins. Round about the cabin you see the various implements used in placer mining—the sieves, the cradles, the picks, shovels, and so on. “When the gentlemen have partaken of this simple repast, they will proceed to divert themselves with card-playing. The game, 1 understand, is to be ‘cut- threat euchre’ They will come pro- vided with bags of gold dust and real nuggets. “In the midst of the game the com- pany will be surprised by a party of bushrangers. It will be most realistic, 1 assure you. Revolvers—of course only loaded with blank cartridges—will be actually fired. The bushrangers will be beaten off, and then bush- rangers and miners will sit down to- gether in jovial amity to a recherche banquet, supplied from our own kitch- ens. There! That's the program, and we've no doubt it will prove the most successful thing of the kind that's ever been attempted.” The reporters thanked the obliging manager for his courtesy, and with- drew. 111. The dinner was in full swing, and the {en gentlemen who had cooked it and were trying to eat it were having the greatest fun. It made them feel young again. Several had burned their fin- gers with the frying pan. and one had scalded himself with the boiling kettle; but that didn’t matter. They declared that the lamper tasted as good as it used to taste twenty and thirty and forty years ago, when they came to it with appetites whetted by a long day's toil with shovel and cradle and sieve. There were only ten of them as yet, because the two who were to do the bushranging act did not appear upon the scene till later. Then they sat down to their cut- throat euchre in parties of three, for it is a game which can only be played by three players. This arrangement left one of them over—Sir Joseph Bes- sels, who was ordered to wash up, and incidentally, to keep a sharp lookout for possible bushrangers. Farthing dips were melted in their own grease, and stuck upright on the rough deal table. The packs of cards were dirty and old and thumbed. Great fat bags of nug- gets and gold dust were produced and slammed down on the board. Miners who have “struck it rich” are pro- verbially reckless, and must play high. And so the game proceeded, until Sir Joseph Bessels, who was making a great mess washing up, saw the door of the Grand Hall stealthily open, and two bearded figures glide in. “Tell me when you are ready,” he said, in a loud stage whisper. They were several minutes in getting ready. One of them locked the door and put the key in his pocket, while the other went round the room with a pair of pincers, and seemed to be doing something to the electric bells. “Now!” they said, when they'd done all this. “Bushrangers, boys!” yell=d Sir Jos- eph gleefully, in stentorian accents. It was splendid. The ten gentlemen bounced up from their cards and opened a murderous fire upon the marauders. Never was there such sangfroid and coolness in an emergency. The crackle of revolvers was drowned in a shout of uproarious laughter. The play was played. The bushrangers must have been riddled with bullets and killed many times over. “Bravo! bravo!” they shouted and laughed. “You're dead! you're dead! you're dead!” And they were as keenly elated as if they had beaten off a real attack. But the bushrangers came smilingly forward, and said: “Bail up!” “Oh, no,” they objected; “you can’t order us to bail up—you’re dead!” This extra joke made their amuse- ment positively riotous. “But we are not dead,” the bushrang- ers protested cheerily. “We are very much alive, and our revolvers are load- ed with ball, and yours are not.” And just to show that what they said was true, one of them fired at Sir Jos- eph, and put a bullet through his slouch hat. “I say, you know,” he said, “this is a dangerous game.” “It is,” they replied; “we are bush- rangers.” “Yes, of course; but the understand- ing was that we were to beat you off.” “Yes, that was the understanding; but it’s been altered—you’ll see.” And they did see. There was a glorious realistic finish to their make-believe. They were made to stand In a row, and while one of the bushrangers cov. ered them with a brace of revolvers, the other roped them with real Aus- trallan lariats, expressly provided for the purpose. Then the bushrangers left, taking the nuggets and gold dust with them, and locking the door on the outside, “We heard the revolver shots,” said the genial manager, meeting them on the staircase. “I hope everything went off to your satisfaction.” “Perfectly,” said Mr. Carson—*“per- fectly.” “And when would you like the dinner served, sir?” “Oh, say in an hour. . Don’t disturb them for an hour.” “We are the bushrangers,” replied Mr. Carson, “and we are going to change.” The manager thought the remark so facetious that he could bardly bow them out for laughing. * * hd * . . - “Now, Parker, I hope you are satis fied that it is possible to transfer a profitable industry from Australia to London 7” THE PRESS IN WAR TIME. English Journalists Favoring a Bil) to Curtall Its Activities. A good case can be made out for such a measure of restriction as the Morning Post advocates—a measure, that is to say, making it penal ip time of war, and when war is immi- nent, to publish any but official news of naval and military movements. If is part of a newspaper's business te supply news to a public that is, be yond all things, greedy of news; and ip the excitement of a national crisis, when war is a possibility of the next few hours, the appetite for informa- tion and the desire to furnish it act and react upon one another until both are liable to become recklessly intensi- fied. Lord Spencer feelingly admitted the manifest and manifold dangers of such unrestricted publication, but he seemed to think they could be overcome by an appeal “to the good feeling of those concerned.” It is not difficult to bring that supposition to the test of experi ence. The Admiralty from time to time sends around circulars to the newspapers requesting them not to publish any information that they may happen to possess in regard to the plans of this or that newly launched battleship. All decent papers scrupu- lously observe that request, but it is & lamentable fact that in many cases it is ignored and that the details which the Admiralty in the national interests desires to have suppressed do some- how find their way into print. Now, if journals can be found that will pub- lish the plans of a battleship—a matter in which not one-hundredth of one per cent. of their readers feels the slight- est interest—are they likely to refrain from making public an item of news which may treble or quintuple their circulation at a time when an excited nation is clamoring for all the news it can get? I am bound to confess that I think it most improbable that they would exercise any such self-denial. To myself, as a journalist, and } am convinced to most of the members of the profession, it is a monstrous and appalling thought that a moment’s heedlessness in the publication of war news may be the means of sending brave men to their death, of disarrang- ing the plans of an entire campaign and of jeopardizing the security of the nation. From so terrible a responsibil ity I feel sure that all is that is best in the profession is but too anxious to be relieved. The press has no desire to remain in a position where it appears to be fight. ing against the national interests. It asks to be protected against a liberty which it cannot ig the nature of things help abusing. We are too apt in this country to look upon war as a sort of gladiatorial combat, a setto between picked champions on either side, in which the people play the part of passive spectators. But the extracts I have quoted from responsible papers show that some journalists, at any rate, are beginning to realize that when a country is at war every man and woman that belongs to the country is «t war also, and that the first pre- requisite of fighting efficiency is that all the strength and resources of the nation should be welded into a single thunderbolt. The press will lose nothing, and will gain much, by taking the lead in se- curing the passage of such a bill as is here outlined. It is far too powerful to fear the “thin edge of the wedge” argument, or to profess any alarm lest a censorship over its freedom to criti- cise the conduct of a campaign and to expose, if need be, its shortcomings should be hereafter evolved. Such a censorship is impossible in this coun- try, and would not be desirable even if it were possible. The nation as a whole places the safety of the State above every other consideration. I am not unhopeful that even party politicians may for this once be induced to take the same view. If the Govern: ment thinks the aim worth attaining it has only to throw itself frankly upon the press, Parliament and the country to achieve it.—Fortnightly Review. Gold in Feach Orchard. One of the stories that have drifted in from California tells how, at the roots of a dead peach tree which he dug up, John Hipp, near Georgetown, Kern County, found $600 in one gold nugget. Hipp had worked the ground all about the peach tree, but he didn’{ like to kill the tree. When it died, however, he determined to prospect un¢ der it and the result was the $600 addi- tion to his wallet. Indiana had $311,526,026 invested in factories in 1905. A GOLD FISH FARM. LL kinds of creatures are bred A for money nowadays, A woman near Boston has an Angora Kite ten farm, a girl in Jersey raises frogs, women all over the country are keeping bees and chickens and squab, A Long Island woman has collie ken- nels, and exhibits at the bench shows all over the country. Many women raise birds for profit, and in the West and South several ranch owners in pet- ticoats breed blooded horses as well as raise and sell huge herds of cattle, But queerest of all wild animal farms is the little business of a woman known to May C. Moore, of the Na- tional Woman's Exchange. This woin- an raises goldfish—for gold. The work is easy. It requires but small outlay, and goldfish are easier to handle than wild steers and yapping dogs and scratching angoras. True, the effort will not pay large returns, but it is an easy matter to clear from $50 to $100 a year from well-stocked tanks, and that with less attention than is given many other home industries, for too much atten- tion, frequent feeding and changing of the water is injurious to goldfish. In recent years much attention has been given to the propagation of fancy goldfish from stock imported from Ja- pan, and twenty-seven acres of water space has been purchased and set apart near Washington, D. C., for the experiment. Here the breeding of what might be termed freak fishes will be the chief object. Fish with fancy fins, fan-shaped tails and abnormal heads always bring good prices. Says the goldfish farmer, who is a cripple, by the way: “My occupation began by the fish in my globe multiply- ing too fast. I put the overflow into a tub in the back yard, where they in- creasefl so rapidly that I had to get another tub. Then some one offered to buy a half dozen in a bucket, and 1 hunted up a man who stocks aquariums and offered him my fish. He bought them and bargained for more. Then we talked the matter over and he ad- vised me to go into the business; so I had pools built in my back yard, and began to breed as extensively as my stock would permit. The next season I added several new pools, and the third year had fish for sale. “My fish are almos. no trouble and very little expense after the building and stocking of the pools. The great- est care is the shipping. Of course the shipping is an expense, but as 1 always require prompt return of my shipping tanks and their cases, I am saved much. The first year my sales amounted to $30, but since then they have steadily increased, and last year amounted to almost $200.” Any one desiring to conduct this business on a large scale should have galvanized tanks placed in the open air and sunshine, with a thick layer of sand and pebbles on the bottom and rooks arranged about the sides. Aqua- tic grasses are a necessary part of the equipment, as they relieve the waters from impurities and preserve the health of the fish. The best of these grasses are milfoil, water violet, pink fanwort and tapegrass. After the grasses are placed and the tanks are filled they should be allowed to stand for many days, the water be- ing partially drawn off and the tanks refilled occasionally. When the green scum covers the rocks on which the oxygen bubbles appear like silver shot it is time to introduce the fish. Put in only a few at a time at first, grad- ually increasing the number. When the bubbles disappear from the rocks the number of fish could be reduced and the plant life increased. The bot- tom and sides of the tank should not be cleaned nor disturbed, for there the fish drop their spawn. They require little food, as they live on the exhala- tions from the plants. They should be fed specially prepared wafers and eggs not more than twice a week, and then very sparingly. If a sufficient number of plants are kept in the tanks the water will be pure. In transferring the fish from one tank to another great care should be taken that the temperature of the fresh water is the same as the water from which they have been removed. When once in the water they can stand great changes of temperature without harm. Theroughly test the tank or aquar- jum to prove its being watertight, and if to be kept indoors it should be placed near a window receiving the least di- rect sunlight. When the damp sand has been placed in the bottom you have your foundation for your water garden, Stones of irregular shapes should be scattered prettily about, so as to form arches through which the fish like to dart and behind which they can hide if the light is too strong. The best form of rock for the pur- pose is known as turfstone. This can be bought at any store dealing in aqua- rium supplies. The delicate color and beautiful reed-like projections render this stone peculiarly suitable. The decorative feature of an aquarium is never complete without the addition of water plants. If you have a knowledge of the sub- ject you can select suitable ones from a pond. If not, it will be necessary to buy them. Plants that are good OXy- generators are the most desirable ones. Two good varieties that grow well in sand are Proserpina (Mermaid Weed) and Myriophyllum Spicatum. In filling fully. A good plan is to turn a saucer bottom upward and pour the water on this gently. Continue keeping the saucer at water level until the filling is com- plete. This careful method of filling prevents washing the sand away or disturbing the plant roote. ‘When fill- ing for the first time the water in the tanks should remain a day before add- ing the fish. This permits the water to clear and accumulate the necessary oxygen. an aquarium pour the water in care-- A good stock to begin with is a pair of wellshaped dwarf goldfishes, one Japanese fringe tail with its gay col ors, and flowing double tail, and one small Japanese comet nymph or fan- tail goldfish, The prettily arranged aquarium is a never-falling source of pleasure, True, us has already been said, the money-making possibilities of the gold- fish are not large, but some money can be made, and the interest in watching the spawning, hatching and growing process will more than repay one for the time and woney spent in this enter. prise.~New York Globe, DOCS LIKE THEIR OWNERS, The Animals Been to Absorb Traits Prom Association, The wan who prides kimseif upon hig keen observation set a whole group thinking the other night by a little lecture upon dogs. “Did you ever notice,” he began, “how much degs grow to resemble their masters or mistresses in dispo- sition? It's & fact that after a dog has lived in a family for two or three years it takes on the -baracteristics of its owner. My neighbor has a Welsh spanie: which is supposed to be barum-scarum sort of animal. But not this dog-—oh, no; for his master is one of those quiet, dignified men who mind their own business and expect every onc else to do the same. Conse: quently the spaniel never runs off his front steps, never mases friends with strangers, contenting himself with wagging his tail when he is spoken to, and shows little affection. In short, be-is hig master right rver again. ‘The other side of me lives » woman who has three dogs, all fox terriers. She is a little, nervous, bustling wom- an, never ‘still a minute. And the dogs are just'like ‘ber. ‘Fhey rush out on the street and bark wildly at nothing, and then rush back into the house. They go down the street with her, and are chasing all over everything. They are always good natured ard eager to be friendly, and so is she, but it is impossible to keep either mistress or dogs anywhere. “A black, silky poodle belongs to a dapper friend of mine, anc, upon my word, sometimes when I'm talking to the master I feel as if 1 were talking to the poodle, and vice versa. Both dog and master love luxury, and both love cleanliness. The dog will ery for his daily bath rnd to have his silken hair combed out, ard the man would as soon think of going without his breakfast as withcut his bath. The man walks with a -ort of gliding step and is politeness personified. The poodle will come into the room so gently that no ope knows Le is pres- ent. Sometimes I'm tempted to com- mand the man to sit up and speak for a piece sugar and to ask the dog’s opinion of certain stocks. “A fat friend of mine has a fox terrier that waddles just like him and who lumbers out to bark good natured- ly at everybody who goes by—just as his master bas a word for everybody. They're both fond of good eating and are growing fatter and more jolly-tem- pered every day. Of course, we've all seen fretful, peevish women carrying fretful dogs, but a young ‘woman of my acquaintance seems to have trans- mitted her keen sense of humor to her dog. He will cut up the most foolish dog pranks just to make people laugh, and if he get: caught in any sort of a predicament he never worries, but laughs in the only way a dog can— by wagging his tail joyously. lf long- faced ‘callers come in he will dance around and prance and perform until they are forced to laugh in spite of themselves. He "wil do anything to entertain the company, and so will his mistress, and both dog and mistress are always on the ton wave of popu- larity. “Jt was through watching the dog of a business acquaintance that I got on to the master. The dog was of the sort that barks ferociously and makes a great hullabaloo until he finds that the otter fellow is not afraid, and then slinks off. The dog used to bounce out and growl furicusly at me until I learned to shake my fist at him, and then he'd crouch on the ground and whimper. Soon I began trying the same sort of treatment on his master and called the man’s bluffs. He wilted like the dog; they were made of the sane stuff.’—New Yorg Press. The Sour Grapes of Trade. The fox in Aesop's fable who con- cluded that the grapes which hung beycnd hig reach were sour has many counterparts in business life. There are merchants who try to convince themselves that they don't want this or that class of trade, because they believe they can’t reach it. The grapes they characterize as sour would prove to be as sweet as any other fruit that grows if they would go about the pick- ing in a sensible way. A step-ladder would solve the problem. It is ready to hand in the shape of newspaper ad- vertising.— Philadelphia Record. The World Set Right, One of the most troublesome things about women—man. A budding genius often has a seedy look. The way to be a hero to your valet is to be your own valet. 1f ice goes away up this summer, as threatened, the most sober of us may be ruined by hard drink.—Boston Tran- script. Clock For the Sick Room. A Munich professor has invented a remarkable sickroom clock. When a button is pressed an electric lamp be- hind the dial throws the shadow of the hours and bands, magnified, upon “the ceiling, so that an invalid can see it from the bed without craning his neck. The City Council of Buenos Ayres has adopted & regulation banishing itinerant musicians from the streets of the place. wl THE MOST FUN, Are Mark Twain, Edison and Burbank Having It? Who among us has the most fun nowadays? One can only guess, but guessing on such a question is some fun in itself. We guess Unc'e Mark Twain has a fair amount of daily sport, He is a very kind man and finds many, opportunities nowadays io do public services of a benevolent sort to great advantage. The papers, as we write, say he is going to preside at a meeting for the benefit of the blind. He does such things often, and makes very good speeches on such occasions and on all occasions when ha speaks at all. T® exercise the gift of discourse to edification is a high pleasure. Mark does it vocally and by word of pen. His command of good and also of bad language is fluent, comprehensive and exact. He practices an art oi which he is master, and he indulges the im- pulses of a Dbeu>volent spirit. Of course he has a good time. Unc.e Andrew Carnegie has a good time too. That is notorious. He has money to spend and spends it. Hise mind is very active, his health is good. His interest in life and everything that bears on it is lively and acute, and he takes a hand in eve y game that in- terests nim. According .o the books and to the general rule of human ex: perience, he ought to be quite gloomy because he is so rich. But he isn’t gloomy at all. He has a tiptop time. And «f course President Roosavelf has a lot of fun. Action and reaction is the rule of physics, but it is not the rule of him. He has the exhilara« tion of perpeiual aciion without any considerable reactions that any one ever hear: of. Thomas Edison must have fun too. The processes of inventive thought must be exceedingly interesting, es pecially when they pan out as veld as Mr. Edison's precesses do. He hag the pleasures of the imagination added to the joys that come from searching after truth and getting clamps on it He makes money too, but that to him ie an incident and a troublesome but pecessary digression from the pursuif of happiness. Luther Burbank, the plant wizard, must have a vast deal of fun of 8 sort not unlike Edis ns. Burbank be: gan work in a plow factory and kept his wonderful mind on the improve< ment of machinery just long enough te make some money with which to under. take the remodeling of the vegetable world. ‘I'ben he invented a new po- tato and made a litue mer: money and moved to California, where he opened a plant factory. Any one who does not know of the marvels hc has done should read up about him. There (#8 joy, of course, in creation, clse tLing# wouldn't have been created. Bur« bank must have tasted trat joy im abundant measure. He has never made much money for himse'f, because his mind has never dwelt much on that quest, but he is one of the for« tunate men of his generation, a mars velous creature who has followed his bent and really benefited mankind. We guess it is one of the condit.ons of having any notable amount of fun that there should be resilting benefit to mankind.—Harper's Weekly. Reporters Beset by Temptations. ‘A. newspaper reporter is exposed to more temptations than most men. His work impinges on the fortune and fame of many who think the short way to success is bribery. Many newspaper proprietors and edi- tors get much better service from their reporters than they deserve. A reporter frequently turns in a story of great general interest. When he reads it next day and finds that the names of some of the principal actors in the story have been eliminated, be- cause they were large advertisers in the paper, or because they were of the same political faith as the proprietor, or because they enjoyed social rela- tions with the editor, that reporter ig scarcely to be blamed if he declines to ‘consider his newspaper as a great moral force and decides in his own mind that it is run for graft and its employes are therefore entitled to grafi 4 little on their own account. If it were possible to do so, some city editors would make all of their re- porters dishonest. A custom prevails In many news paper offices of allotting a certain sum of money to each department. In their eager desire to .show themselves ag alert as their neighbors and bring all the news to the paper, city editors fre quently exceed their limit of expense, and some of them have been known in order to save themselves from trou. ble with the business manager, to cut down the space bills and other com: pensations of the reporters. Under such circumstances it is scarcely to pe expected that the reporters of that newspaper will remain with it if they are honest, or fail to graft on their own account if they are naturally dis honest.—T. T. Williams, in the Cosmo- politan, Wouldn’t See Him Starve. An Ohio man tells of the sad case of a young fellow, the son of a wealthy Toledo manufacturer, who, against his father's wishes, insisted upon going ta Chicago to make his way, whereas the parent desired that his son train him- self in the Toledo business house. At first the lad did very well in the Jarger city, but it was not long before he was making urgent appeals to his father for financial assistance. To these the old gentleman, who had him- self been trained in a hard school, turned a deaf ear. . Finally, the desperate boy wired hig father in these words: “You won't see me starve, will you?’ The old man’s reply came in the form of the following telegram: “No, not at this distance.” The the boy decided to return to Tos fedo and go to work for the old man.— Harper's Weekly. A fs i The} | Sma Met: Croc Butt ver, Bone are vel hb Soci ous p! | lament | sorbs 1 J well a | no re | snaich Ital A In If ed the loads. and it heavy the m: heavy stagge wood ¢ though market The fancy ° very p with [ bought linen handso “Poste: worl, fots ar —is do If yo price,” when A youn New thrown that he monies ketable office, 1 women Should doubtle cumsta tow. 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