Freeland Tribune Kstablished 1888. PUBLISHED EVERY MONDAY AND THURSDAY, BY THE TRIBUNE PRINTING COMPANY, Limited Or PICE: MAIN STREET ABOVE CENTRE. FREELAND, PA. SUBSCRIPTION RATES: One Year $1.50 Hi* Months 75 Four Months 50 Two Months 25 The date which the subscription is paid to Is on the address label of each paper, the change of which to a subsequent date be comes a receipt for remittance. Keep the figures in advance of the present date. Re port promptly to this office whenever paper Is not received. Arrearages must bo paid When subscription Is discontinued. Male all money orde rt, cherts, tic,,payable to lit" Tribune J'rintinj Company, Limited, A leading pastor in an Ohio town has induced many of the women in his congregation to remove their hate in church. There seems to bo no greater reason for wearing big hate in church than in the theatres. "They are gone, God knows where!" fs the significant account given of the reconcentrados by one of the chief Spanish officers in Cuba. That grim statement is the fittiug epilogue oi the history of Spanish rule iu the Pearl of the Antilles. A Boston paper prints the adver tisement of a society devoted to the culture of mushrooms, which ends with the significant advice; "Come and be identified with us." If one intends to indulge promiscuously in eating mushrooms, however, it prob ably would be just AS well to carry an identification carcl iu the pocket. In 1860 tho manufacture of silk in tbe United States amounted to SO,- 607,771 iu value. This amount was doubled in the next decade, aud that Amount was more than trebled in 1880. The end OF the next decade showed that the total had more than i doubled again. It is estimated that a recent compilation made by the secre tary of the American Silk association shows that in the live years following 1800 tbe rate of increase bus even ac celerated, tho estimate of the silk manufacture of the United States to day being nearly, if not quite, $150,- 000,000 per annum. German shipbuilders are doing fair ly well outside of mercantile orders. Within three years they have deliv ered twenty-four war vessels for other maritime powers, including China, Brazil, Turkey, Austria, Norway and Sweden. It is true that among these two dozen vessels there is not a sin gle battleship, aud but three armored cruisers — for China— the balance be ing torpedo boats and destroyers. However there are now on file orders for twenty-two warships, including one armored cruiser for Japan and three large cruisers for Russia. Bo Germany is doing quite well in this liue— although it is not unlikely that our recent naval record will interfere somewhat with future foreign orders to shipyards in the Kaiser's realm. The supreme conflict of the nations in the twentieth century is to be one of trade, observes tbe New York Mail and Express. A people incapable of keeping pace with the new era of com mercial expausiou and colonial gov ernment must sink steadily in influ ence. Spain has lost her colonies, and her commercial importance has dwindled vastly in consequence. France has displayed the limit of her colonial aptness in Madagascar, and it is so discouraging as to promise little of lastiug value in either Cen tral Africa or Southern China, when compared with the accomplishment of other powers. Italy's fiasco in East Africa, in her Abyssinian ambition, dealt a death blow to her foreign pros pects. In the similarity which ex isted in the intellectual influences governing the early literature of France, Italy, Spain and Portugal is found the root of deterioration which these nations experidbce in common today. Present decadence runs not In (I national stream mflrely, but in a current which is Latin, and,therefore, all-embracing iu Southern Europe, A Secondary Matter. My Dearest Papa: Please do not think I am writing homo again for more money, as such Is not the case. However, so long aB I am writing, I may as well ask you to send me SIOO. Please send It by return mail. Youra In haste. Bessie. Horror, of tho War. The latest atrocity in the song line is "The Rough Riders' Serenade." It begins, "I am lying in my tent, sweet Marie," and is on the same emotional order as "After the Ball" and Grand ma's Teeth Are Plugged with Zino."— Minneapolis Journal WHEN THE COWS COME HOME. ••Clink, clink, clink-clink, a clinkety alink"— Through the ragged brush of the pasture path, And the "old boss" stops at the brook to drink, And tosses her head with a iest of wrath. With hooves sunk deep in the brook's black loam, And muzzle deep in the lazy stream, Sbo waits for the laggard herd to come. With ears that droop und eyes that dream. Her sleek 9ides bulge with contentedness And her udders drip with an overflow That blotches with white the watercress That sags with the current, to and frow. The eddies whirl where her long tail flings Its tufted end with a listless toS9, And the gurgling water swings and sings Like whirling wings in the brooksido moss. As the water clears of its muddy rile And the old boss drinks, with nostrils flared, The dusk, slow stealing, mile on mile, Grows dark whore the deep woods stand ensnared On the east horizon's farthest rim, And out of the twilight's hazy height, Whore the Dog Star loiters, white and dim, A drifting swallow pipes good-night. Then, drowsily, with a soul-deep breath, The old boss raises her head and sighs, And, bright as a sword from its guarding sheath, The sunset gleams in her glowing eyes. It turns the bell at her throat to gold t* And silvers the red of her silk coat, And the tell-tale leaves of the year grown old Turn pale in tho pools where they lie afloat. Out of tho silence, shrill and high, A voice of the farmyard quavers through: "Come, boss! come, boss! come, boss!" its cry, And the old boss softly answers, "Mool" Only the call of tho cow—that's all; Only a wistful moo, and yet It seems that I heard my childhood call— And the dusk is here and my eyes are wet. —lb C. lb, in Chicago Times-Herald. gooooooooooooooooooooooooo § THE MILLER'S SECRET. | 00000000000000000000000000 fegg IGOROUS, oven ]of " Maitre V|sl /Mm Cormille had X\~/j/ worked his Jjffl windmill for Bix 'y y ea ™. an *' piece of himself. tVh , Xoucanimagine what the effect on him was when tho steam mills were introduced. For a week he ran about the village trying to stir up the people and warning them against the folks who were,' coming to poison Provence with their new and dangerous devices. "Don't have anything to do with it," he cried. "To use steam for making bread is an invention of the devil. I work with the Mistral and the Tra montana, which are the breath of the good God." He was really quite elo quent on the subject, but the people paid no attention whatever, and went on getting their Hour at the new mills. Then the old follow shut himself up in his mill and lived all alone like a wild beast. He would not oven keep with him his grandchild Vivette, a girl of fifteen, who, since the death o{ her parouts, had only her grandfather to look to. The poor little thing had to go ont fruit picking or into service at the farms, and yet he seemed fond of her and would walk a dozeu miles to one of the farms where she was work ing, and when he got there would sit for hours lookiug ut her, often with the tears iu his eyes. In the neigh borhood people thought that ho had sent her away because he grudged the cost of keeping her, and that it did him no credit to let the poor child go about from ouo farm to another, ex posed to the bullying of tho masters and all the dangers that beset a girl in her unprotected state. It was also thought very queer that a respectable \ man like Maitre Cormillo should go about such an object. He looked Buck a scarecrow, nlmost in rags as he was. | | with his battered old bat, that wo felt quite ashamed to have him sit with us at church, aud I supposed he mußt have guessed it, for after a bit he took to sitting in the free seats. There was a mystery iu his life. For along time no one in tho village had taken any corn to him to grind, and yet his mill was always going, and iu the evening we used to meet the old man coming home, driving before him a donkey laden with great sacks of flour. "Good evening' Maitre Cormille," we would say, "How's business with yon? I see your mill is always going." "Yes, children, it is going still," he would answer cheerfully. "Thank God, we don't want for work." Then if you asked him where on earth the work came from he would purse up his lips nnd answer, "Oh, I work for exportation," and there was no more to be got ont of him. As to putting ono's foot inside his mill, no one ever dreamed of doing that. The door was always shut when one passed and the great sails always turning, the old donkey grazing in the field, and a wretched-looking un canny black cat taking tbe air on tbe wall and looking unamiably at yon. Well, the secret was discovered at last, and this was how it happened: I had noticed for some time that little Vivette and my eldest boy were getting fond of one another; and I had nothing against it, because, after all, the name of Cormille had always been held in honor among ns, nnd then it would be rather nice to have a bright little thing like that about the house. Only I thought the thing onglitto be done in proper form, so I went up to the mill one day to talk it over with the grandfather. Ah, the old sorcerer! Yon should have seen how he received me, I conld not got him to open the door. I said my say as well as I could through the keyhole, aud all the while there was his miserable skeleton of a black cat yelling like a demon just over my bead. The old mnu never gave me a chance to explain myself. He called but that I had better take myself off. anil that if I were in a hurry to have my boy married I could get hold of a girl at the steam mills. You can im agine how angry I was, but I thought I had better leave the old fellow to himself, and so I went back and told the poor children the result of my visit. They could Jiardly believe it, and asked me as a favor to let them go and see what they could do. I had not the courage to refuse them, and off the couple went. When they arrived Maitre Cormille had just gone out. The door was double-locked, but the old fellow be fore starting had left his ladder out side, and suddenly it occurred to them that they would get iu at the window, which they did. Strange to say, the large room was empty; not a sack of grain to be seen, nor a speck of flour on the floor or the cobweb-covered walls. Upstairs in the old man's room everything had the same look of poverty and desola tion. A wretched bed, a few rags lying about, apiece of bread on the stairs, and then in the corner a sack or two from whioh escaped some pieces of chalk and plaster. This was his secret. It was this that ho brought home in the evening to save the honor of the mill and to make believe that it still had work. Poor old mill! Poor Cormille! A long while ago the steam mills had taken away his last customer. The sails still went rouud, but there was nothing to grind. The two poor young things came , back crying and told me what they had seen. It wrung my heart to hem: them. Without losing a moment I went to the neighbors and told them the whole tale in half-a-dozen words. We agreed on the instant to carry to the mill all the grain we could scrape together. No sooner said than done. All the village turned out, and we set off [in fprocession with a tribe of donkeys laden with flour—real flour, this timel As we drew near wo saw the doffr wide open, and Maitre Cormille sitting before it on a saok of plaster, weeping with his face in his hands. He had just learned that his secret had been discovered. "Now I havoonly to die, the mill is dishonored!" He was sob bing fit to break your heart, and call ing the mill by all sorts of pet names, speaking of it as if it were a living thing. I The donkeys pulled up on the green [ before the mill, and we all called out, "Hallo, miller; hallo, Maitre Cor mille," just as the customers always did in the old days Maitre Cormille started, and well he might. Ho saw the sacks with the beautiful red wheat burst out of them; he took some in his hand, and said, laughing and Crying at once, "It is wheat. Good heavens! it is really wheat. Let me look at it,." Then turning to us, "I knew you would come '.back to me," he said. "Ajl those steam mills are frauds." We wanted to carry him through the lage in triumph, but he would not have it. "No, ho, ohildren. I must go and give my mill [something to eat. It is long enough, poor thing, since she has had anything between her teeth." It was really touching to see the poor old fellow running here and there, emptying the sacks, working the mill, while the corn was being crushed he'- tween the grindstones and the fine flour dusttjew up to the ceiling. Let mo do myself and my friends the justice to say that from that time we never let the old man lack work. But wheu he died the sails of our last windmill ceased to turn, for no qne took the place. Ah, well, they have had their day, like the periwigs and stage coaches. It is the way of the world.—From tho French of Alphonse Daudet. Setting Bach a Boiler's Bulge, An ingenious method has recently come into vogue (with engineers, in tho practice of setting back the bnlge in a boiler. Briefly, ah iron bucket is fltted to one end of an iron pipe, the latter extending slightly beyond the side of the pail,this end being stopped up. The pipe's diameter is between one and two inches, small holes are bored in the part of tho pipe that comes within the bucket, so as to fur nish a draft, and Are clay is used to line the pail with; a bellows is attached to the other end of the pipe, which is also provided with a cross bar so that tho bucket may bo tipped to any de sired angle. After tho bulged part of the boiler has been heated by this ap paratus, a jack is inserted in the boiler, and by means of it the bulged part is forced back to its original posi tion. The top of the jack is not placed against the boiler, but a thin sheet of red hot iron is put between it and the boiler, this iron being shaped like the boiler's surface. A largo plate is put under the jack, so that all the strain may[not come on one part of a boiler, but may be distri buted evenly. In this way any internal rulging is easily repaired. Her Last Request a Caution. "Ho it so!" haughtily spoke l arold Higgamore. "Lucretia McGiunis, you have rejected me with contempt and scorn. I meet your rejection with equal contempt and scorn, and am ashamed of myself for having stooped to beg for your baud. There are not only as good fish in the sea as ever have been caught, but there are better! Miss McGinnis, I have the honor to wish you good afternoon!" -VTliat's all right, Harold," said the young woman, yawning slightly. "But pleaso 'don't turn on your heel' as you stride indignantly away. It's hard on the carpet."—Chicago Tribune. Keeps Tend! in Pocket. Pencils can be securely held in at ordinary pocket by a handy new de vice formed of a wire clip to grip the edge of the flap at one side," with a loop to receive the pencil. PORTO RICO PESTS Difficulties Which the Cuttle Kaisers Find Almost Insurmountable. Ttvo pests have to be fought by the cattle raisers of Porto Hico which would be altogether strange to a farmer of the North. One is the guava and the other is a peculiar plant called by the local people "mori vivi." The guava, where it is welcomed, is used as a worthy fruit and furnishes the universal dessert for the dinner in Cuba and this islaud—guava paste with cheese. But on the cattle ranch it is anathema. Wherever the guava grows, cattle eat the fruit with avidity. They scatter the seeds all about the ranch, and the energetio guava multiplies. It is of rapid growth, aud almost im possible of extermination except by the closest care. Like the thistles of some Northern farms, it overwhelms nature and takes the place for its own. The other pest, which by a free translation may be called "it lives and it Aie&," is a sensitive plant in its action, but extremely hardy in its ability to survive attack. The centre of the little weed is surrounded by a series of very sharp and stiff pines which lie flat on the ground when the plant is not disturbed. At the first toiich, however, they rise erect and bristle with points like a porcupine on a small scale. As the cattle graze about the pasture they come to these armored weeds aud attempt to eat the tempting bit in the center. Then the spines rise to stab the tender nose of the destroyer, and he retreats in haste. It does not take long for cattle to learn the wisdom of not poking their noses into the mori vivi. Then the plant multiplies un molested until it may even overrun a pasture. It not only protects itself in this fashion, but it prevents the cattle from reaching other grasses that may be growing with it. These two pests are worse enemies than the Spaniards to a plantation which has been left to care for itself for a time. Sometimes they claim a whole pasture so completely that it must be abandoned for a season while the interlopers are exterminated. WORDS OF WISDOM. Safety and success are the ends of all wise counsel. Speak well of your friend, of your enemy, say nothing. Temptation is not dangerous until you want to yield to it. Judgment and decision are man's great wheels of fortune. 110 who says what ho likes will hear what he does not like. A man's manners are the mirror in which he shows his portrait. Fashion rules the largest empire, and collects her tax in gold aud blood. It is an easy matter to love our friends, but it requires some effort to love our enemies. Be what you wish others to be come. Let yourself, and not your words, preach for you. The man who takes stand for tho good works for improvement, aud gives his influence in favor of reform, will have enemies, while he who agrees with everybody, and has no idea of his own, may get along more easily. It ia pleasant to be appreciated. Persons work better wben they know that their efforts command approval. Nothing ia lost by kindly words of in terest and recognition. Flattery is offensive, bnt appreciation of an other's kindness and service is always acceptable. Gentleness, which belongs to virtue, is to be carefully distinguished from the mean spirit of cowards and fawn ing assent of sycophants. It removes no just right from fear, it gives up no important truth from flattery; it is, in deed, not only consistent with a lirm mind, but it necessarily requires a manly spirit and a fixed principle in order to give it any real value. The Great Tin Industry. Tin is worked in North Carolina, Virginia nnd Alabama; very extensive prospecting has been done in South Dakota and in California, and tin mines are said to exist in Texas and several Western States, but the total American output is so small as to cut no figure in the market. Tho world's supply of tin was, in 1896, over 80,- 000 tons, of which England produced 8000; the Straits Settlement 50,000, all of which was shipped to England, America or China; Bauea, 6000; Billitong, 4000; Bolivia, 3000, while small quantities were produced in Mexioo, Japan, Burmah, Russia, Portugal, Spain, Germany and Austria. The imports of tin into this country in bars, blocks, pigs or grains during tho year 1897 were 50,460,123 pounds, American Shoes In Germany. Twenty years ago Amoricau shoes were unknown in Germany. Within the past eighteen months the amount of imports lias increased rapidly. The many improvements in American ma chinery and the careful attention paid by American manufacturers to style and finish have placed American shoes in the front rank. The demand for American shoes in Germany has not been created through the efforts of manufacturers, but through consuls and resident Americans. Many Ger mnns are now ordering shoes from American retail houses and have them sent over by freight, "An American," says the consul at Leipzig, "can always be distinguished in a European crowd by his shoes." Intelligent Classification. The following entries appear in the recently issued volume of the English Reference Catalogue: | load, copper. Metallurgy. Kindly light (Newman), Poisoning. —Library Journal. MOTHERHOOD. Oh. what so true, so pure, so good, As lovo and prldo ot motherhood? Tho tender watohlng and the oaro, That have no likeness anywhere? What men most bbld would liar to' da A mother's hoart will carry through. Love Is too strong to think on death, A child Is more than living breath. A mother's love is fond and wise, Her soul is In her baby's eyes; To her tho laugh that shakes Its throat Is sweeter than the thrush'B note. Her life is In the child she boars, Nor withers with the waste o( yenrsj Though promise mav In failure die, 'TIs lovo that makes her woop and sigh. Her love, indeed, outlives her days,' Her children troasure up her praise; Aud, though no more they see her face, Her name retains its native graoe. —New York World. WINTER HATS IN FULL FEATHER. Strange Combinations of Plumage a Fea ture of New Millinery. Winter hats are literally out in fall feather, siuoe feathers of every known, and of many heretofere unknown, variety have come out at tho top of the list in hat trimmings. There are the usual extremes and exaggerations of fashion, with many pretty modifica tions, altogether charming and becom ing. Toques are larger, and nearly all of them turn up in front with a glitter ing Unokle or a bright rosette, with osprey feathers. The crowns are often in beefeater shape, or soft velvet or silk, embroidered all over with Borolls of narrow ribbon or worked with steel or jet on net or horsehair. Large hats with a brim, both medium and extreme in size, figure largely in the variety, with some French bonnets very odd in shape, whioh will hardly find favor. One is sprt of scoop or poke shape, very short in the back, aud suited only to the Madonna face. It is fully decorated with feathers, as is the ease with all huts this season. Thero are mauy novelties in feathers, all sorts and kinds of made varieties, and what are called trimmed feathers. Ostrich plumes tipped with spots of chenille are one specimen, and spotted effeots of all kinds are very much used. The plumage of the guinea fowl is a special feature of trimming, both dyed and in its natural oillor, be ing used sometimes as an edging for brightly oolored wings. Quills of every kind and color, pheasants' plumage, and Meroury wings in all light and dark shades are employed. Large birds with four wings, real butterflies on bustard quills, aud osprey breast feathers with butterflies are among the novelties. Feathers aie not the whole millinery show, however, varied as they are, for there are lovely velvet plumes in soft, rich purple reds, pretty combinations of lace and fur and tulle and fur, which is decidedly new. Conflicting suggestions as to tho kind of bat to bny and the special variety whioh will be most popular are ns usual very freely given, but it is impossible to settlo on any one shape ampng so many. l'he hat that turns bnck from the face iij both becoming and striking in effect, but there are quite as many hats that tilt down over the eyes. The most becoming hat is the one to choose whatever the shape may be. You are told that all-blaok hats are not the thing, that bright colors are to be very miich worn"; but if yon put a bright rosette or a showy rhjnestone buckle on your black bat it will pass muster all the same. The color used must bo bright and decided to be effective, and not one of the neutral tints ot soft dull reds which are used for the entire hat of velvet. Tulle is combined very prettily with velvet, being used iff tiny gathered ruches on tiie edge of the brim and forming fome scroll design all over tho crown. It matches tho velvet in oolor, or may bo in a lighter or darker shade. One stylish hat in black vel vet has a twist of white silk fastened with a handsome rhiuestono buckle around the crown, which is embroid ered with whito baby ribbon, and two white ostrich feathers for a finish. Colored felt hats, with foathers and trimming to match aro very stylish. Felt hats are considered especially start this season for wear with tailor made gowns, and it is said that white felt hats are ooming into favor. A shape in felt which is very odd has a low, soft crown and a bowl-shaped brim turning down to meet the hair directly in the hack, where velvet rosettes fill in either side. High puff's of velvet and shot taffeta trim the front, with ono feather in. th'e middle turning toward the back.—New York Sun. Woman'. Fart In tlie Spanish War. At every camp in the United States where troops were being mobilized women could be seen daily in their visits of ministration to the soldiers. Every hospital in the land has been the recipient of bounties, the result of women's work. It is not too much to say that the women of the nation have furnished a large per cent, of the hos pital supplies, aud that, too, after making a hard fight to be allowed to do so, after becoming impatient at the tardy and incomplete provision by the Government for the rapidly multiply ing patients. Days and weeks, were spent in importuning the authorities for admission before tbe indispensable trained female nurses or saintly Sis ters of Moroy and Charity were al lowed in the hospitals. The inade quate corps of nurses of the regular army of twenty-live thousand men were deemed sufficient in the face of the increase to two hundred thousand, inoludiug tho volunteer regiments, not one of which brought a man fitted or desiring to be detailed in the hos pital service, and this with a register of thousands of names of efficient, eligible women impatient to enlist for any field. Finally tho department, because of the alarming fatalities and a threat ened epidemic of typhoid and other fevers, yielded and placed in the hands of the Executive Committee of the Daughters of the American Revo lution the power to appoint trained nurses in the various army hospitals. In the mean timo, fortunately for tho sailors and soldiers of the nation, through the Red Cross Society and in the private and public hospitals of the cities, many of our sick and wounded were receiving the best of care and the benefit of modern applianoes and methods of treating medioal and surgical patients. Women—God bless them! from the highest to the lowest walks of life—were everywhere busy with their labors of love aud mercy. Hospitnl ships shared in the contribu tions of women aud societies of wom en. Mrs. L. Z. Leiter's munificent gift of a hospital at Chiokamauga has been tbe greatest boon to the army stationed on that historical ("round. And not alone were tho nation's de fenders the objects of their humanity and tenderness. Their families came in for a large share on the score of their dependence upon those who had gone in the service of their country.— Mrs. John A. Logan, in Harper's Ba zar. One of Chicago'* Clever Women. One of the.most widely known, most generally consulted and busiest wom en in Chicago is Dr. Sarah Ilackett Stevenson. In 1876, at Philadelphia, Dr. Stevenson was admitted to the American Medical Association, the first woman ever so honored. Since then she has steadily followed her profession with the exception of two years, which she gave up to work in the Chicago Woman's Club, of which she was President during the World's Fnir. Dr. Stevenson is a widow, and took up her work after her husband's death. She had splendid opportunity for study. During a visit to Europe she met Professor Huxley, and studied with him for two years. She now holds tho chair of obstetrics in the Woman's Medical College of the North wci'teru University, and is President and founder of the Chicago Maternity Hospital, organized a little over a year ago. This hospital is one of the doctor's hobbies. It has two unique features: On is that pntients are not permitted to leave until tho doctor feels assured they are perfootly well and strong; the other feature is the training of nursery maids. Young women, preforably between the ages of eighteen and twenty-five, are thor oughly taught to care for babies. The course is for six months, during which timo instruction is given in tho proper dressing aud feeding of infants and small children, and the hygiene neces sary to properly nurse the babies. Thus has been opened a new profes sion for young women, and Dr. Stevenson says that there are fifty ap plications for these trained children nurses to one that can be filled. Dr. Stevenson is a tall, stately wom an, with almost white hair. She is gentle and courteous to strangers, though never effusive. She was in strumental in founding the Illinois Training School, the first of its kiud in the West, and, altogether, is n wom an that women delight to honor] and one 'whom men would be proud to know.—New York Mail and Express. Fashion and Fancy. Reppod silks of brilliant lustre are meeting with great success this sea son. A curious novelty originating in Paris is n striped cloth gown with checked sleeves. The covert coats in fashion nre very plain, the revers small, the sleeves coat-shaped, and the buttons on an in visible fly. Beautiful materials are found for bonnet crowns, spangled and set with mock jewels and worked in gold and silver cord. Handsome figured taffetas are to be found now with tho small figures woven iu the .taflfeta in black and larger colored figures. Some of the crystal buttons to be seen are cut like diamonds, set into a deep gold framework, and are very brilliant. Other pretty buttons of this style are ball shaped. A pretty sleeve, which is tucked nearly half way down the elbow, has tho tuoks turned up instead of down. It has that much-desired quality of be ing "something different." Matalasses in black and oolors, vel vet with fancy stripes, tucked, braided, corded and shirred materials, with au endless variety in serges and home spuns, are among the leading materials for coat-Sues. A QUEER LITTLE HEN. There was once a little hen, A dear little, queer little hen; Her work was to lay Just one egg every day, And she did, this good little hen. She'd fly up In a tree, and right then. Seated high on a branch, this queer hen. Her egg she would lay— Her one egg every day. This good little, queer little heb. 'Twasa strange thing to do, I must say, Lay an egg from a tree every day, And what good was the egg- Just tell that, I beg- That fell from the tree In that way? But some people do things just as queer; I know it; I've seen it, my dear. They have a good thought, But It just comes to naught; From the wrong place they drop It, my dear. There's a lesson for you and for mo From the heir that laid eggs In a tree. If we do a right thing, If a good thought we bring, Let's not choose a wrong place, you and me. —New Orleans Dally Picayune. PITH AND POINT. "Were you born in a foreign coun try, Mr. Jones?" "No, I was bom iu my native land." "What are you worrying about now?" "I belong to tbe 'Don't Worry Club,' and can't pay my dues." ; —Truth. Mother—"Bless that boy of minel He lets every poor child on the streets have a taste of his castor oil."—Flie gende Blaetter. Benedick—"l believe I married the woman who refused you?" Batehelor —"You did." Benedick—"l envy you, Bir. Acoept my congratulations." First Tramp—"Do you believe dat all t'ings comes to him dat waits?" Second Tramp—"Wish I did! I wouldn't do a t'ing but wait!"— Puck. Not to Be Endured: "I had to let my Frenoh lessons go," "Why was I that?" "They were simply ruining J my golf accent."—Chicago Record. When with grandpa's hnrd-enrned coin Our girls get in their peerage, They forget while erossiug over in state That grandpa crossed iu steerage. —Chicago News. "Why don't you let your moustaohe grow?" asked Willie Wibble's friend. "Why don't I let it?" was the echoed response. "You mean why] don't I make it!" First,Traveler —"Did the guide help you up the mountain?" SecondTrav j eler—"Oh, yes! and he made me come down handsomely, too."—Yonkers | Statesman. "I tm so annoyed. Ido not want to invite that horrid Mrs. Prim to my reception, yet I cannot slight her." "Give her invitation to your husband ; to mail."—Truth. "Hobson seems to be the hero of the period," said the lady boarder. "I thought tho Colon was all he was after," said the Cheerful Idiot.—ln dianapolis Journal. "Do you like those short-haired girls?" "Well, I don't know. They can't scare a fellow off by saying: 'Look out! You'll muss my hair all up.'"—Chicago Post. "How is your son Jack getting along, Mrs. Spriggins? is he risiug in the world?" "Rising? AVell, I guess he is," said the old lady. "Why, he be gan Inst year as a chiropodist, aud now he's a barber."—Harper's Bazar. "Annexation?" answered Mr. Slow man. "Why, that is grabbing any thing in reach and holding on to it." "I don't care," said Miss Huggerton, as she pushed the hassock away; "I am in favor of it if papa is not."— Life. Dolly—"Papa, do they get salt out of Salt Lake?" "Papa—"Yes, my dear, large quantities." Dolly— "And ink out of the Black Sea?" Papa—"No; now keep quiet." Dolly —"Ycssir—Are there any women on the Isle of Man?"— Truth. Miss Lovey—"Ah, no, Harry, it can never be, Jack locked that brace let 011 forever and kept the key." Mr. Hazard—"lf you want to get out of it, say so. Every fellow in the class gave a girl one, and our keys are all alike."—Jeweler's Weekly. Krug-Jorgensen Ilullets l'uzzle Indians, The Krag-Jorgensen rifles with which Uncle Sam's regulars are armed arc weapons of great interest to the old hunters aud sportsmen who have gathered at Walker from all seotions. The soldiers pass cartridges among the carious who retain them as souv enirs. Said one of the blue-coated men who had returned from Sugar Point, having taken part in the scrap: "The Indians ran against something in our bullets that surprised them. The steel bullet of the Krag-Jorgen sen is a searching thing, and if there is au Indiau concealed in the grnss in line with it for three inileß it will find him. When we caught a couple of bucks who, we could see, were behind pine trees from the smoke of their rifles, the others soon learned to fall back. The steel bullet will go through forty inches of pine aud kill any In dian who may have thought he was safe. They can't fight the way they used to."—Minneapolis Tribune. It VVai a Most Legal Affair. At a recent wedding in Milwaukee, Wis., the entire ceremony appeared to be a "legal affair." The bride, Miss Caroline Hamilton Pier, and the bride groom, John Henry Roeiner, were both lawyers. But this was not all; the ceremony was performed by the bride's mother in her capacity as Court Commissioner, and the two brides maids, sisters of the bride, are also lawyers. The bride was graduated from the Wisconsin Law School in 1891, and since that time has been practising with her sisters. The mother, an elder member of tho firm, has been engaged in practice sinoe 1889, and the father, Colonel Calvert K. Pier, who died in 1896, was an active member of the bar.
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