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
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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.
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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.
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