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New Zealand is the latest customet
for American railroad equipment, hav
ing bought 1000 tons of steel rails and
several hundred cars. Thus does our
export trade widen its held.
While the old idea of Siberia was
that of a desolate, frozen region,
without material value and a dumping
ground for the criminal refuse of
Russia, it is now known to posess di
versities of climate, vast areas of fer
tile soil, and illimitable timber and
mineral wealth.
The chief fire warden of Minne
sota, which Commonwealth lias a law
for the prevention and suppression
of forest fires, reports that there were
only lu such conflagrations in the
Badger state last year. These burned
over 3033 acres, and damaged timber
to the extent of only $1541.
It is said that the Emperor William
of Germany lias received a snub from
his dear friend the Sultan of Turkey.
The Sultan is, indeed, a dear friend
it costs a trifle too much to have close
dealings with him. Anybody who
would practice economy politically
would better remain free from en
tangling alliances with the sublimely
ridiculous Porte.
By order of the London school board,
the teachers in all the schools of that
city have tested the sight of the chil
dren under their care. Over 23 per
cent, were found to have defective
vision. These children were given no
tices, in which the announcement was
made to their parents that the pupils
were suffering from seriously defective
vision, and that their eyes should be
treated by oeculists without delay.
A young man and a young woman
belonging to the smart set of New
York City, preparations for the usual
consummation of whose engagement
were in the initial stage, eloped the
other day, and gave as their reason
that they wanted to avoid an elabor
ate wedding. This sort of thing can-
not occur many times without itself
becoming fashionable. We shall have
quiet a weddings "the style," and who
but florists, caterers, and dressmak
ers will fail to welcome the change?
The parade of a fashionable wedding
necessarily occupies the minds of the
contracting parties to the exclusion of
reverent consideration of the solomn
obligations marriage imposes, ob
serves Harper's Bazar.
The opening address of the Women's
Legal Educational society was deliv
ered by a prominent young
Woman of New York City,
fclio defined the objects of the
enterprise as follows: "These courses
have been framed to meet the wants
of women who desire familiarity with
law. either for practical purposes in
business and the administration of
trust estates or for its value in general
culture and as a higher study for
mental development. They also fur
nish preparation for entrance upon
the professional study of law, with a
view to active practice at the bar."
It would bo interesting to know what
the gentlemen of the bar think of the
growing independence of women in
this direction.
Now comes the London Lancet and
places tobacco as next to regular food
in its benefits to the system. It is as
serted that tobacco is a healthy and de
sirable stimulant for soldiers and those
engaged in hard manual labor.
So poor is the spelling in some of the
Chicago schoo's that a return to the
spelling methods of the country schools
of two decades ago is earnestly advocat
ed in that city.
In China -there is twenty times as
much coal as in all Europe.
STRENGTH.
That I am strong, my friends, oh! pity
me;
Nor think me blessed that I can bear
alone
More than my she c of burden without
moan;
More than your praise I need your sym
pathy.
I am in servitude, while you are free.
Who bids the useless hands to toil or
bring?
What hunter presses hard the broken
wing?
In your soft helplessness is liberty,
And your the gift of tears—the sweet
relief.
For all life's woes, the stricken heart's
outcry.
T may not voice the measure of my grief;
The strong their right to weeping must
deny.
But credit me, a deeper pathos lies
Behind the sterile anguish of dry eyes.
—Juliet C. 1 sliatii, in Harper's Bazar.
I SISTER ROSE;
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* By Helen Forreet Grave.. *
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THE sunshine was steeping nil
the meadow lands in gold; the
wild-roses were opening their
pink cups along the eourse ot
the little brook, and a fragrant rain of
daisies and buttercups followed the
"swish" of Harry Huttou's scythe, as
he worked on the hillside.
And little Barbara, perched on the
fence, with her lap full of wild-straw
berries, watched him, with a sort of
dreamy delight.
Harry Hutton and his sister Bar
bara were all aloue in the world. A
little to the south, half hidden in a
tangle of brooding apple-tree boughs,
could be seen the steep gable-roofs of
the old Hutton farm-house; and more
than one blooming village maiden
wondered that Harold could be con
tent with only old Betsey to keep
house for him, and little Barbara to
he company in the big, echoing rooms.
"He can marry if he chooses," said
Alice Lee, with a sidelong glance at
the mirror. "He's rich!"
"l'es, if!" said Amy Yokes, saucily.
"But you know he has never seen the
right one."
So there he was, all unfettered by
Love as yet—straight, manly, beauti
ful to look upon as Apollo's self, with
the glittering scythe swinging through
the high grass, and little Barbara sit
ting on the fence, with her brown,
gipsy-like face half in shadow.
"It was so nice!" said Barbara. "Oh,
Harry, if you could only have seen it!"
"Nonsense!" said Harry, Hinging
down his scythe and leaning up for a
moment against the fence. "A com
mon traveling circus! I can't think
little Bah, how Uncle Potter ever let
you go to such a place!"
"But the lions!" cried Barbara. "And
the elephants! And the lovely young
lady that rode 011 the white pony, and
jumped through the garlands of roses!
Oh, Harry, do take mo again! Just
once, dear Harry!"
And she throw .lier arms around his
neck, and pressed her strawberry
stained lips to ids bronzed face.
"They're going to stay in Jlillville all
summer, Harry," coaxed the elf. "And
Uncle Potter is going to take the chil
dren once a week, lie says!"
Harry resolutely shook his head.
"Not I!" said he. "A circus, indeed!"
And nothing would induce him to
go and see "Mademoiselle liosita
Raven, the Dnnseuso and Equestrian
Queen," who formed tiie most attrac
tive star ot the traveling circus.
"Her very name is enough for me,"
said Harry, with a shrug of his broad,
finely-modeled shoulders. "A painted,
spangled popinjay, risking her life to
make the gaping crowd stare; No, I've
no curiosity at all to see Mademoiselle
ltosita liavcn!"
There was a little one-storied cot
tage, however, 011 the outskirts of the
village—a rudely-built nook, witli a
popular reputation of being "haunt
ed;" and about this time it obtained a
tenant—a dark-browned, soberly
dressed young woman, who was usu
ally mending stockings or hearing les
sons for two blue-eyed, golden-tressed
little maids, who played around the
door-stone; and as Harry Hutton,
whose business frequently took him
into tiie village, rode past the humble
domiclde, lie looked with a sort of
pleasure upon the moving pictures at
the cottage door, and wondered, vague
ly, why the little blondes and their
olive-faced young protectress were so
unlike.
"They are like twin daisies," lie said,
to himself; "lint she is a royal rose. I
wonder wiio they can lie?"
One day his horse dropped a shoe
in the road. One of the little lassies
ran after hint, with it held aloft in
her hand.
"Thank you, my girl," said lie, stoop
ing from ids horse to give her a coin.
"\\ ill you tell me what your name
is?"
But the child shook lier head, all
dancing with sunny curls.
"Sister Rose don't let us talk to
strangers," said she.
Blood rushed to Harry Hutton's
face; but he smiled, nevertheless.
"Sister Rose is quite right," said he.
"Nevertheless, I 11111 much obliged to
you, my pretty maid!"
Anil tiie next lime lie passed the
cottage, the picture lie saw through
the half-closed lattice was pretty be
yond expression-Sister Rose at her
sewing, the queenly brow half bent,
the black braids drooping 011 the neelt,
and tiie children reciting their cate
chism lu shrill chorus, to her, chirping
out:
" 'To get mine own living, and to do
my duly in that state of life to which
It shall please Clod to call me!'"
"And that is n lesson," the young
man thought, to himself, "which a
great many of us are slow tuough to
learn. Sister Rose Is bringing up her
little ones In the right way. I won
der how sho came to lie living in Pol
lard's cottage, though?"
So that when, a week after, little
Barbara was nearly drowned by the
upsetting of a boat in the pond below,
and they carried her to Pollard's cot
tage, the whole tiling seemed a curi
ous coincidence.
Barbara was sitting up, all wrapped
in blankets in Sister Rose's big rock
ing-chair, when her brother, who had
been sent for, came hurriedly In.
He ruined the hat that shadowed his
pale feco when lie saw the beautiful
young brunette who was bending over
his little sister.
"I am not intruding, I hope?" h
said, with all chivalrous courtesy.
And siie answered.
"Not in the least, sir."
"Oh. Harry, Harry!" cried breath
less little Barbara, "she has been so
good to me! I was dying, and sho
brought me hack to life!"
"I thank her from the bottom of
my heart!" said Harold Uutton, with
a quiver in his voice.
So the acquaintance begun; and one
montli from that hour, Harry Hutton,
the owner of Hutton Farm's broad
acres, the Adonis of the village, the
mark of many a matrimonial schem
er's flower-garlanded arrow, asked
Sister Rose—whose real name he had
discovered to be Rose Blauchard—to
be his wife.
"I cannot marry, Mr. Hutton," she
said. "1 have my brother's two orphan
children to maintain nnd educate. I
vowed it on Ids death-bed."
"Nor would I have you break that
vow," said Harry, eagerly. "They
shall become my sacred charge, also.
They shall be brought up, carefully
tiud tenderly, with my Barbara."
But still she shook her head.
"Mr. Hutton," she, "we think
differently on many subjects. You
were born to a peaceful competence,
while I have always had to fight my
own way with thu world. Our life
paths lie apart."
"By the sun that shines above us at
this moment," cried Hutton, "they
shall lie together henceforth!"
But she smiled that snd, Madonna
like smile at his eager enthusiasm.
"You do not know who I am," said
she.
"I know you are an angel!"
"I am Mademoiselle Itosita Raven,
the circus girl," sho said, speaking
with a little effort. "The company
leaves Mlllville next week, and I must
go with them. The children's mother
was a circus girl, also. My brother
saw her, and fell in love witli her. He
was a scene-painter of a theatre; and
when they were dead, there were the
children. I had to do somthing for
them, so I turned 'Equestrienne
Queen,' also. It was not a lofty walk
of life, but It was all I could do, and
I have done my best. I would not let
Barbara tell you who I was, because
I dreaded that you should know. But
it would have been better had her
childish tongue betrayed her, for now
I have to tell it myself."
"Rose—piy Rose!"
He advanced boldly, his arms out.
She stood still a second; then uttered
a little sobbing cry, and tied to the
safe shelter of his in-cast.
"Yours!" she cried—"yours, forever,
if you love me still, now that you
know all! But I had been told that
you spoke disparagingly of me."
"Not of you, dearest, In particular,"
lie exclaimed, with a pang of remorse
—"only of the stupid Idea 1 had formed
of you. For I never had seen you
when I spoke those silly words. And
my self-asserting idiocy stands re
buked before the noble purity of your
true presence."
So Hutton Farm got a mistress, and
iiltle Barbara plays in the sunshine
with the two golden-haired orphan
children.
And Sister Rose grows sweeter and
more beautiful with every day; nnd
Harold Hutton is firmly convinced
that lie is the happiest man in all the
world.—Saturday Night.
Onuses of Insanity.
The difference between a man's
heart and a woman's is shown oddly
and well in this year's report of the
Pennsylvania Hospital, in the table
giving the causes of insanity among
11,500 patients, (1101 of whom were
men and 51.10 women. Women, this
table shows, arc nearer to nature than
men. The things which drive women
insane are the simple, elemental
things, those tilings which the Bible
and the great poets regard as most im
portant in life, though men are apt to
hold them lightly. Homesickness made
insane eleven women, but only one
man; domestic trouble 137 women and
fifty-five men; mental anxiety, 402
women and 230 men; grief, 31.1 women
and ninety-two men; fright, sixty-four
women and twenty men. On the other
hand, vicious habits and Indulgences
made Insane 125 men, but only sixteen
women; business cares and perplexi
ties, 41.1 men and eighty-nine women;
excessive study, fifty-one men and
twenty women; intemperance, 0.18
men and seventy-eight women. From
the opium habit an equal number of
men nnd women—thirty-one—became
insane. Among the occupations of the
insane men, that of farming was, as
usual, well to the fore, there being 598
farmers among the patients.—Philadel
phia Record.
Clieftterfielri's lletort.
During the great Chesterfield's wan
derings abroad he once rested at an
inn which was kept in any hut a neat
condition. Not only were the rooms
untidy, but even the dishes from
which the guests were expected to eat
were dirty. This was too much for
Lord Chesterfield, and he soundly
rated the waiter.
"Every one must eat his peck of
dirt," the latter coolly observed.
"True," was the instant retort, "but
no one is obliged to eat It all at once."
STOOD BY HIS BARCAIN.
Tlio Chariot Seemed a ISit Gauds*, But He
tVas Willing to fee It.
"It's a hard life," declared the old
circus man, according to the Detroit
Free Press, "and I always say at thu
close of every season that 1 am
•through with it. Put there is some
thing in the life, tile smell ol' the saw
dust ring, the glitter and noise, the
changing scene, that appeals to a man
a lio has once been in the business, and
it is seldom that one leaves the life
hntil death steps in. There is a good
deal of liumov in the business, too, as
we are brought into contact with all
sorts and conditions of men.
"I am reminded of a funny thing
that happened to me a good many
years ago when such a thing as moving
a circus by rail was not thought of.
It was part of my work at that time
to drive our great $,10,000 chariot, not
only in the parade, but between towns
as well. What little sleep I got I had
to catch here and there on my seat
while we were on our way to another
town. One night my doze turned into
a sound sleep, and when I awoke I dis
covered that the team, left without a
driver, had turned into a farmyard
and come to a stop before ;* haystack,
where they were quietly eating. While
1 was rubbing my eyes and trying to
grasp the situation the old man who
owned the hay caiiie out where I was
and walked around the chariot and
looked it over with a critical eye.
" 'Well,' said I, with a grin, 'what
do you think of it?'
" 'Gosh,' said he, 'ain't hit jes' a
trifle bit gaudy?'
" 'Well, what do you expect?' said
I, indignantly, at this implied reflec
tion upon the great moral show that
I represented.
" 'Well, I suppose lilt is all right,'
answered the old man, doubtfully, as
lie looked it over once more. 'I or
dered hit, and I'll stand by my bar
gain. Hit seems tor me that hit is
jes' a hit loud. But I suppose I ain't
used to city ways.'
"It was now my turn to he surprised,
and I was about to ask him what he
was driving at. when he added that I
might as well unhitch, as the funeral
wouldn't bo until two in the nfter
noon.
"Then there were explanations all
around. It seems that the old man's
wife had died, and lie had sent to the
nearest city for a funeral ear. and had
mistaken our great SIO,OOO chariot for
it. There had been a good deal of
rivalry in the neighboruood in regard
to funerals, and the c'd man had made
up his mind to outshine them all, and
I think he was disappointed in the end
when he discovered that he had been
mistaken."
WORDS OF WISDOM.
A good conscience is to the soul
what health is to the body. It pre
serves* a constant ease and serenity
within us, and more than countervails
nil the calamities and atllictlons which
can possibly befall us.
To meditate daily, to pray daily,
seems a means indispensable for
breaking this surface crust of form
ality, habit, routine, which hides the
living springs of wisdom.
Never be discouraged by trifles. If
a spider breaks his thread twenty
times, he will mend it as many. Per
severance and patience will accom
plish wonders.
To commiserate is something more
than to give, for money is external
to a man's self; but he who bestows
compassion communicates his own
soul.
Despise not any man, and do not
spurn anything. For there is no man
that hath not his hour, nor Is there
anything that hath not its place.
Mere ideals, unsecured by deeds, are
like untrained pictures. They do not
long retain their freshness and whole
ness and beauty.
Generosity, to deserve the name,
comprises the desire and the effort to
benefit others without reference .o
•elf.
The loveliest things in life are but
shadows, and they come and go, and
change and fade away as rapidly.
An avowal of poverty is a disgrace
to no man; to make no effort to escape
from it is indeed disgraceful.
In friendship, as in love, we are
often happier through our ignorance
than our knowledge.
Nothing can be further apart than
true humility and servility.
Cuban Engll sit.
Many of the visiting Cuban teachers
during tlicir stay In this country
picked up a few words and phrases of
English, the meaning of which they
hardly understood. Near the Univer
sity of Pennsylvania a coal cart driv
er, who was standing beside his team,
started a conversation with a stout
Cuban Senor, says the Philadelphia
Record.
"So you're a Cuban, are you?" he
asked.
"Sure," was the rather slangy reply.
"You like this country?"
"All right."
"Were you born in Cuba?"
"Sure."
"How old are you?"
"All right."
This ended the conversation, as the
eonlcart driver apparently felt that
his well-meant efforts were not ade
quately rewarded.
Iho l'ollte l*liynlc-IHJi.
A lady of literary fame once re
quested Dr. Reil, the celebrated medi
cal writer, to call at her house. "Be
sure you recollect the address." she
said as she quitted the room, "No. 1
Chesterfield street." "Madam," said
the doctor, "I am too great an admirer
of politeness not to remember Chester
field, and, I fear, too selfish ever to
forget Number One."—Argonaut,
OUR BUDGET OF HUMOR
LAUGHTER-PROVOKING STORIES FOR
LOVERS OF FUN.
It W as a Bargain—T.itorary Pursuits—Hoi
Amendment His Qualifications llls
Conjecture—lnured to Disorder— How
He Disposed of Ilim, Etc., Etc.
"For your thoughts, miss,
I will gladly give this,"
Said the youth, as he held up a penny.
"Well, I think one kiss
I would surely not miss,"
Answered the maid, "fcm amopg so
many."
—Chicago Daily News.
Her Amendment.
"Well, umbrellas have had an in
ninty," said Mr. Snaggs, after the
shower.
"Perhaps you mean an outing," an
swered Mrs. Snaggs.
Literary Pursuit*.
"I pity authors who have to lead
such sedentary lives."
"Sedentary! You don't call chasing
publishers a sedentary life, do you?"-*
Chicago Record.
Hi* Qualification*.
"Yes, I advertised for a hoy," said
the coal dealer, throwing out his chest.
"What qualifications have you?"
"I can lie a little, sir," replied the
boy, timidly.—Answers.
His Conjecture.
Servant—"There's a niau at the door
says he is hungry and has no home."
Mr. Gotrox—"Ask him which of my
daughters it is that he wants. It must
be another one of those foreign noble,
men."—Judge.
Inured to Disorder.
"Jack, you ought to straighten up
your writing table."
"Lemme alone, Julia; if I were to
straighten up this table I couldn't find
a thing on it until it got all mussed
up again."—lndianapolis Journal.
How He Disposed of Him.
"Yes. sir," said the returned Ivlon
diker, "one of my dogs—just a common
mongrel—saved my life."
"And you were not heartless enough
to sell him, were you?" they asked.
"Naw. X ate him."—lndianapolis
Tress.
Ills Very Own.
"It is a Rubens, is it not?" said the
visitor, turning from an inspection of
the painting to the hostess.
"My husband's name," replied Mrs.
Caswell, with cutting distinctness, "Is
William. It's his all right, tjiougb. He
paid .S7OOO for it."—Chicago Tribune.
Too Late.
Stuttering Employer (writing a let
ter) —'"B-b-b-boy, hand me a b-b-b-bl-bl
bl-"
Office Boy—"A blotter, sir, do you
wish?"
Stuttering Employer—"Never mind
n-n-n-now; the ink has d-d-d-dried."
Harper's Bazar.
Source of His Inspiration.
The poet's eyes flashed as he heard a
woman's footsteps upon the stairs.
"Ah," he mused, "'tis she! My in
spiration!"
And fell to writing again.
For he had heard the footsteps of
his landlady, and his board was over
due.—Harper'3 Bazar.
Not a Case of Tliat Kind.
"Now that you are married," said
her intimate friend, "do you intend
to hyphenate your name and call your
self Mrs. Plumb-Duff?"
"No," replied the lovely bride, with
a shy glance at her fond and proud
young husband. "This is not a con
solidation. It's an absorption."
The Idea!
The sweet notes of the song roso
from the girls' room on the floor be
low.
"I'm saddest when I sing," were the
words.
"Most women are," growled the cyn
ic on the floor above, "because they
can't sing and talk at the same time."
—Detroit Free Press.
He Got IJiRRpr Help*.
Lady of the House (addressing young
five-year-old who, with his parents,
had been invited to dinner)—" Well, my
little man, how did you enjoy your
dinner?"
Youngster—"Pretty well! Sometimes
we don't have any better dinners at
home; Hut I always get bigger helps."
—Berliner Tageblatt.
How He Got Religion.
"Did you ever get religion?" asked
the revivalist.
"Well, I should say so—IBS pounds
of it," replied the man.
"A hundred and thirty-eight pounds
of religion!" cried the revivalist. "llow
did you get that?"
"The only way that a good many
men ever get religion," was the reply.
"I married it."—Chicago Post.
Worth Preserving.
Burroughs—"Sorry to have kept you
waiting so long for that fiver I owe
you, but I'll scud you a check to-mor
row."
Markley—"For Goodness' sake,
don't!"
Borrouglis—"Why not ?"
Markley—"Because I'd lie tempted
to throw In another fiver for a frame
for It."—Catholic Standard and Times.
Feminine Diplomacy,
"Flow do you get on with your new
neighbors?"
"Very nicely," answered Mrs. Illy
kins. "We pursued our usual pro
gramme, and as soon as they moved in
sent over and asked to borrow their
wash tubs, flat irons, gas stove and
baby grand piano."
"But you have all such things your
self."
"Of course. What I wanted to do
was to head them off."—Washington
Star.
TIME FOR KANSAS FARMERS.
How a State University Professor Dodged
an Injuetioii.
Kansas is famous for its oddities.
Now It is furnishing time calculated
from tlie stars to the farmers who live
within a radius of twenty miles of the
town of Lawrence, first made famous
by the Quantrell raid in war times.
Lawrence is the seat of the State
university. It is a dignified and learned
town, and almost the entire population
claims kinship with the people of New
England, and even the streets have
been named after the thirteen original
States. The university buildings are
situated on the top of one of the high
est hills in Kansas, rising a veritable
j mountain on the plains. From the
campus can be seen a checkerboard of
fertile farms stretching away in every (
direction.
Professor Lucien I. Blake, bimself
a Massachusetts man, is the head of
the department of physics and electri
cal engineering of the university. Last
December he began to furnish the -
farmers for twenty miles abound tlie
university with the correct time. He
put a large foghorn whistle operated
by steam on the roof of the physics
department shops, ami at 11 o'clock
every morning, when the standard
time was received from Washington
over the wires of the Western Union
Telegrapli Company, lie caused the
whistle to be blown. When the farm
ers heard the whistle they hastened to
correct the time given by their
watches and clocks.
As soon as the telegraph company
learned the meaning of the whistle,
and that its time news was leaking
out over the town and adjoining coun
try without compensation to itself. It
secured a writ of injunction which
silenced the whistle. Then Professor
Blake began to study astronomy and
determined to furnish his farmer
friends with sidereal time if lie was
not permitted to serve them witli the
solar brand from Washington. Side
real time is that obtained from obser
vations of the movements of the stars.
To obtain these observations in the
daytime he bored a small bole through
the roof of the building and down
through every floor to the cellar.
Through this hole, and with the aid
of instruments for the purpose, he was
able to calculate time to the thou
sandth fraction of a second.
As soon as he was able to do this
he started up the whistle at 11 o'clock
every day, and once more the farm
ers got the correct time, while the in
genious professor laughed the tele
graph company's Injunction to seorn.
Since then the farmers thereabouts
have been living by star time.
The Irish Hedge School. >
The educational structure for which,
taking advantage of the toleration of
Government, the hedge schoolmaster
now abandoned his al fresco establish
ment, was a very humble one of its
kind. The peasantry, animated by
the strong Irish love of learning, buiit
it for him—just as in modern days
they assemble and build huts for
evicted tennuts. It was not a very
formidable undertaking. A deep, dry
ditch or trenc hby the roadside was usu
ally selected for the site. At the side
of the trench an excavation of the re
quisite area was dug, so that the clay
hank formed three sides of the iu
elosure; this saved tlie trouble of build
ing walls. Then tlie fourth side, or
front side wall, with a door and two
windows, was built of green sods laid
in courses, while similar sods raised
tlie hack to the required height and
pointed the galile ends. Voting trees
and wattles cut from tlie nearest wood
and hound together with straw ropes
and wltlics formed tlie roof limbers.
Over these were spread brambles, then V
came a layer of "scraws," or Blahs of
healthy hog surface, anil over all a
thatching of rushes. The earthen
floor was pared to an approach to a
level, tlie rubbish cleared away, au.i
a pathway made to the public road.
There was your hedge schoolhouse,
ready for business.—Donahoe's.
The liny Webster.
Daniel Webster ns a lad is thus de
scribed by John Bacli McMaster, the
historian, In the first of his illustrated
papers on tlie statesman, published in
the Century:
As the boy grew in years and stat
ure iiis life was powerfully affected
by the fact that he was tlie youngest
son and ninth child in a family of ten;
that ids health was far from good;
that he showed tastes anil mental
traits that stood out in marked con
trast with those of his brothers and % 4
sisters; and that he was, from infancy, , J
(lie pet of the family. Such dally work I
as a farmer's lad was then made to
do was not for him. Yet lie was ex
pected to do something, ninl might '
have been seen barefooted, in frock "y
and trousers, astride of the horse that \
dragged tlie plow between the rows of i
corn, or raking hay, or binding the I
wheat the reapers cut, or following tlie
cows to pasture in the morning and j
home again at night, or tending logs J
in his father's sawmill. When sueli j
work was done it was his custom to I
take a hook along, set the log, hoist |
the gates, and while the saw passed i
slowly through the tree-trunk, an op
(■ration which, in those days, coil- !
sumed some twenty minutes, he would
settle himself comfortably and read.
Tli© Putho* of Obenity.
A very fat woman sat on tlie front
seat of a rather crowded cable car,
while two thin women were making 1
little Ineffectual passes and rushes to
got by her and off. The fat woman
wiggled and twisted, and then looked
at them with honest, grieved eyes.
"I'd get up and go out of your way
if there only was somewhere to put
myself!" she said humbly.
The pathos of obesity could no V
further go!— Chicago Times-Herald.