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Andrew Carnegie, It seems, still has
{200,000,000 between him and that
honorable death in poverty which he
craves.
Man is the architect of his own for
tune, but It is a singular thing that lie
generally blames bis misfortunes OD
some other fellow.
It used to be said, "Call no man hap
py until he is dead." Another way
of putting It might he "Call no man
rich until his will has been probated."
Mark Twain onee pointed out that
going to bed Is the most fatal of hu
man habits, Inasmuch as fully ninety
five per cent, of all deaths take place
In bed.
The Detroit News thinks the Ten
nessee woman who killed her son be
cause he smoked cigarettes would
have saved much trouble by letting
the habit take Its course.
Dr. Slirady, the famous New York
chemist, does not believe in condens
ing food into tablets so that a busy
man may take a portion of beefsteak
as he would a pill. "We have teeth,"
he says, "a palate, jaw muscles and j
other pieces of machinery that are Ig- I
nored, if not Insulted, when you pop a i
tablet into a man's mouth and say,
'There, you've had your dinner.' "
A prospecting Idahoan thinks he has
discovered Inexhaustible deposits of
asphalt of the highest quality on the
lauds of the Choctaw Indians, a find
of more than tribal interest if the ex- j
tent ard quality are as represented, j
The Choctaw, in the common expe
rience of his kind, stands to he frozen
out of most of its advantages, and per- ,
haps out of his territory, his road of ,
exile not even smoothed with a sur
face layer of Ills own asphalt.
An attempt will soon be made by
Californian merchants to put fresh as
paragus on the market in London and
other places in Great Britain. The
California navel oranges are growing
In favor In England and are being
much appreciated. It is expected that
California asparagus will compete
with French asparagus, which is sent
to England in large quantities. Great I
Britain is now importing considerable
quantities of prunes from California.
j
The largest manufacturers of cruci
ble steel in Great Britain contemplate
moving their plants from Sheffield to
the United States. A site providing
excellent water and rail facilities has
been optioned near Wheeling, W. Va„
and it is proposed to erect thereon a
modern plant, costing upward of $3,-
000,000, which from the fit-si: will em
ploy about 3500 men. Constantly in
creasing cost of coal in England is a
prominent factor acting as an impetus
to the move.
Official sanction has been given to an
opinion always held by women that
tears are a legitimate argument. A
ruling made recently by the Judge of
the Appellate Court in Tennessee re
fused to set aside a conviction on the
ground that the jury had been improp
erly inllueneed by the tears of the pros
ecuting attorney. On the contrary, the
court went so far as to declare that "if
counsel has tears at command it may
be seriously questioned whether It is
not his professlosal duty to shed them
whenever proper occasion arises."
There are 244.527 school houses, dor
mitories and other buildings in the
United States devoted to education, and
they arc valued at $524,689,255. There
are 415,660 teachers—l3l,793 men and
285,867 women. In 1899 the people of
the United States spent $197,281,603 to
educate their children, which is $2.67
per capita of population and $3.20 per
capita of children of the school age.
t HARRY'S CABINET. j
j j
$ BY MARJOIUE BURNS. ',
"What in the world does all this
mean? Are you a summer Santa
Claus, Harry?"
Mae Thorndyke's dark eyes added
their laughing inquiry to this ques
tion as she glanced from the thick
packages, thin packages, and pack
ages of every size, shape and color
that strewed the grass at her feet to
the handsome boy, who had just tum
bled them from his bulging pockets.
Mae was the prettiest teacher that
ever queened it in a country school
house, and she was Idling away one
of the last sweet afternoons of sum
mer vacation in the apple orchard
when Harry Freare, her fellow-board
er at the brown farm house on top of
the breezy hill sought her tvith his
bulging pockets.
"My exchanges," he explained, sur
veying the packages at Mae's feet
with an air of proud possession.
"You know my offer of exchange
came out in Golden Days a little
while ago—'Petrified wood from the
Indian Territory for miscellaneous
curiosities.' A star-fisli, a sea-urchin,
a piece of the Atlantic cable," he
continued, keeping up a running com
mentary as ho unwrapped each pack
age. "And here's fun!" he ex
claimed, as he finished reading a let
ter. "A Boston boy wants me to get
him a tomahawk from some of the
neighboring tribes of Indians, and to
tell him about some of the buffalo
hunts I've had. The idea of buffaloes
and Indians in Southeastern Kansas!
I haven't done with that boy yet,"
he concluded, mysteriously, as he
went away to arrange his curiosities
in the empty cabinet, which was a
late birthday present, and the motive
of his sudden craze for curiosities.
Left alone, Mae took up the zephyr
that was dancing into pink foam un
der her swift fingers, and tried to
fix her attention on the volume of
Rossetti; but tears came thronging
to her eyes, and at last she gave up
all attempts at self-control, and bow
ing her golden head on her folded
arms, sobbed unrestrainedly.
A single word is sometimes the
key that unlocks a whole world of
recollections, and "Boston" had been
that word for Mae.
The past came surging back upon
her —the golden past of two years
ago, when she was one of the hap
piest girls in Boston, with a brother
In whom she, at least, could see no
fault, and a lover v.hom all the world
agreed in calling as manly and honor
able a fellow as ever lived.
Then the crash came. John Thorn
dyke had speculated with his em
ployer's money, lost it, and on the
eve of exposure had cut the dark
knot of impending fate and his own
thread of life at one stroke.
It was only one more item in the
lengthening list of crime and suicide,
but it changed the face of the world
for Mae.
She slipped away, severing all con
nection with her old life; and for
two years had been teaching a little
prairie-school, near which an old
nurse of hers lived, at whose home
she boarded.
"Dear old Phil, with his heart of
gold, I am so glad he was traveling
in Egypt when I went away, for I
know he wouldn't have given me up
if wild horses had been tearing me
away from him; but I love him too
much to stain his name with my
brother's disgrace, and he shall never
know where I am hiding," she said
to herself, with loving resolution, as
the storm of sobs abated.
"Is that boy gettin' crazy, I won
der?" said Mrs. Dean, taking an ap
petizing peach-tart out of the oven
one Saturday morning, and looking
from the open window at Harry
Freare, who lay on the grass-plot
reading a letter, and bubbling over
with suppressed merriment. "He
never seemed overly fond of writin'
till about a month ago, and now he's
always soribblin' and chucklin' away
to himself, and mumblin' a string o'
stuff about Injuns and buffalers, and
yaller-haired gals. Do you think his
brain can be a little mite teched?"
she inquired, anxiously, of Mae, who
was whisking a dozen eggs into the
airiest yellow froth.
"Perhaps he has been writing a
story, and has just received a letter
of acceptance from the publisher,"
laughed Mae, as a.wild, exultant yell
rang out, and Harry rolled 011 the
grass in a paroxysm of mysterious
delight.
"See here, now, sir, you've just got
to tell us all about this! Air you
crazy, or hev you got a fit, or hev
you been writin' a story?" demanded
Mrs. Dean, swooping upon Harry,
and tugging him into the kitchen.
"It's the greatest fun I ever had,
and I'd have '-old you and Miss Mae
all about it, only I was afraid you'd
want me to stop. You remember the
Boston boy who wanted me to got
him a tomahawk?" queried the mirth
ful culprit at the bar of justice, as
he faced Mae. "Well," ho continued,
as she nodded, "I've been writing
him the greatest string of stuff you
ever heard about the Indians and
buffaloes, and of course I had to have
a pretty girl in my yarn, so 1 took
you, and wroto him a lot of stuff
about your riding over the prairie,
with your hair flying loose, and jump
ing six-foot fences, and said that the
Indians called you Sunshino-of-the-
Plain. Well, the Boston fellow takes
it all in; but the funniest of all the
thing that I was roaring so over, out
on the grass, is that a boarder of his
mother's takes it ir, too. Jim—that's
the Boston follow" -has been telling
him about my letters, and gavt him
the one to read where I wrote all
about you. Well, the upshot of it was
4he boarder made up his mind to go
West in a hurry, and Jim thinks he's
-.alien in love with you, and is com
ing out to propose. Maybe that's
him now," Harry suggested mis
chievously, as a determined knock
sounded on the half-opened door.
So the exclamations, reproofs and
laughter that Harry's story had
called forth were hushed, and the
stranger bade to enter.
He appeared to be a fine-looking
man, so far as his features were dis
cernible through the cataract of red
whiskers that overflowed his face,
while a pair of enormous green spec
tacles ccncealed his eyes.
He wore a huge Panama hat, lined
with green, and carried a small wood
en box and a geological hammer.
"If you lend me—aha! vat you call
him—a tin-cup, if you please, goot
lady get me some vater from your
veil," he said, bowing elaborately to
Mrs. Dean.
"Water? No, indeed—you shall
have milk!" said Mrs. Dean, her hos
pitable soul in arms, as she waved
the stranger to a chair.
And she brought him a brimming
goblet of milk and a fragrant slice
of gingerbread.
"You vas so goot and your home
vas so lofely, all covered up mit
roses! It must be so shveet in the
mornings to hoar the leetle birds
sing!" he murmured, gratefully, sip
ping his milk and staring senti
mentally at the late-climbing roses
that thrust their pink faces in at the
window.
"Law, what a nice man!" said Mrs.
Dean, in an appreciative aside. "Now,
my Joshua don't know a rose from a
cabbage, and don't care a mite more
for a bird than he does for a June
bug."
The stranger was evidently encour
aged by this admiration, and held
out a card, bearing the name, "Herr
von Schneitzenberg."
"If I could lodge at your lofely
home!" he pleaded. "I have—vat you
call him?—references, and I vould be
out all the day, looking for fosseels
in your coal-mines."
"Oh, let him come!" begged Harry.
"As lie's a geologist, he could help
me label my specimens."
"What do you think about it, Mae?
He might have the north room," sug
gested Mrs. Dean, who had taken a
great fancy to Herr von Schneitzen
berg, and, besides—transplanted Yan
kee matron that she was—she was al
ways ready to turn an honest penny.
So the bargain was sealed, with
the stipulation that Mrs. Dean should
be allowed to call her boarder Mr.
Smith. "For if I called you that
name every time I spoke to you I
shouldn't have any time left to do the
work," she said.
Toward sunset Mae was sitting on
the front porch making some prepar
ation for the next week's lessons, for
it was September, and her school had
begun again, when Herr von Sehneitz
enborg came out and took a seat near
her.
"This is as it should be—lofe,
poetry and lofeliness," he said, beam
ing sunnily through his green glasses
from the little book of poetleal ex
tracts which Mae held to the sweet
face bending above it.
"No; love and 1 have nothing to do
with each other. 1 am merely pre
paring a parsing lesson for my schol
ars," returned Mae. coldly, as she
moved her chair a trifle farther from
this sentimental Teuton.
"But you surely haf lofed? Vas he
tead, or a schamp?" ho demanded,
fixing his goggles upon her face, with
quiet insistence.
"Philip Earle a scamp? Never!"
said Mae, rising abruptly, with in
dignant crimson flushing her cheeks.
"Stop! I only wanted to know
whether you loved him still," said a
mellow voice, from which the foreign
accent and guttural tone had strange
ly disappeared.
Mao turned, flushing and paling—
fear, hope, delight, each struggling
for mastery in her wide, dark eyes.
In a second the green goggles fell
to the ground, the red wig and whisk
ers following suit, and the transfor
mation of Hcrr von Schneitzenberg
into Philip Earle was complete.
"Oh, you cruel little thing!" he
said, folding Mae in his strong arms.
"When 1 came home from Egypt,
alarmed at hearing nothing from you
after that terrible report in the news
papers, and found that you had dis
appeared as completely as the bride
in 'The Mistletoe Bough,' I followed
up rumor after rumor, only to find
them delusive, until at last your
young friend's letters to Jimmie
Brown gave me the correct clew. I
assumed a disguise, fearing that you
might have learned to love some one
else, and thinking if that was the
case 1 could go quietly away without
disclosing my identity; but your
pretty burst of indignation a moment
ago showed me that my Mae was still
my own."
"But I forgot," said Mae, struggling
away from his encircling arm; "I
cannot marry you and disgrace you."
"Don't talk of disgrace and your
self in the same breath, Mae! I tell
you that you shall marry me! So you
might as well accept the situation
with the best grace possible."
Somehow Mae's resolution melted
away just then, and she accepted the
situation with so good a grace that
when Mrs. Dean came to the door
her golden head was resting on
Philip's shoulder, and the two were
| cooing lovers' sweet nothings to each
other—surely the happiest pair un
j der the pink sunset that night,
j "Well, if I ever heard of the like,
Mae! I wouldn't have believed it of
1 you and Mr. Smith, if I didn't see it
with my own eyes!" gasped Mrs.
i Dean, sinking to the step and fanning
I herself with a highly-scandalized air.
| Mae laughed, and explained th 3 sit
j uation.
I "Well, I thought if Philip Earle had
the spunk of a man, he'd find you out,
by hook or by crook," beamed Mrs.
Dean, much relieved. "But I can't
help feelin' sort o' sorry that that
sweet Mr. Smith has gone," she
mourned, with a rueful glance at the
discarded goggles and red hair, the
sole remnants of the courteous Teu
ton who had completely won her soft
heart.
But-she was partly consoled for the
non-existence of "that sweet Mr.
Smith" by the present of a red-plush
parlot-set that she had long coveted,
and Harry Freare and Jimmie Brown,
also rejoiced in many new posses
sions dear to boyish hearts.
No need to ask il Mae was happy,
as she and Philip steamed across the
prairie lit by the cloth-of-gold of
acres of wild sunflowers. The dark
gulf of disgrace aud loneliness was
annulled, and past, present and fu
ture seemed all one rose-lit unity.—
Saturday Night.
QUAINT AND CURIOUS.
The greatest elevation ever attained
by balloonists was 37,000 feet, about
seven miles. The ascent was made
by James Glaischer, F. R. S., and a
Mr. Coxwell, at Wolverhampton, Eng
land, September 5, 18G2.
Near/y all the snakes in Samoa are
harmless. It is customary for the
native girls, when about to attend
dances, to adorn their necks and
arms by winding live reptiles around
them.
Beds are comparatively scarce in
Russia, and many well-to-do houses
are still unprovided with them. Peas
ants sleep on the tops of their
ovens ; middle class people and ser
vants roll themselves up in sheepskins
and lie down near stoves ; soldiers
rest upon wooden cots without bed
ding, and it is only within the last few
years that students in schools have
been allowed beds.
The ashes of Dante, inclosed in an
iron urn, are about to be transported,
with great ceremony, to the library pa
lace of Florence. The urn was long
ago stolen from a church in Ravenna,
and secreted in the outer wall of a
chapel. It seems that a sculptor named
Pazzi has for years possessed this ex
traordinary treasure, and has recently
handed it over to Florence, where
Dante was born, and whence he was
exiled.
One of the most extraordinary
civic customs that still survive is that
of " weighing-in " the corporation of
High Wycombe, England. After the
election of the mayor is concluded,
that functionary, the aldermen and the
councillors proceed to the borough
office of weights and measures, where
they are weighed and their correct
weights duly entered in a book. The
policemen on duty are also included,
and last year provided the heaviest
man in the person of the senior 3er-j
gcant, who scaled 18 stone, th<j
light weight of the corporation beinj
the town clerk, whose avoirdupois
barely nine stone.
A notable instance of liberality in
high quarters is that of the English
Earl of Dysart, who, being himself a
musical enthusiast, and a good land
lord, recently made a visit to all the
tenants on his estate, and arranged to
present a piano to every family where
he found any of the children showed
an aptitude for music. Another sin
gular case of thoughtfulness for the
poor comes from Paris. There are
few Paris windows where plants grow
ing in pots are not seen. A rich phi
lanthropist has had the queer idea of
opening a free hospital for sick plants
in the Faubourg St. Antoine. There
are big greenhouses, with plenty of
gardeners who look after the plants
that are brought in till they recover,
and then return them to their owners.
A fionc-WliHckini; Coin pet it ion.
A strange ceremony, indicative of
the hold which the old superstitions
still have on the Japanese people and
of the queer manner in which their
different religions mix, took place re
cently in the town of Wakamatsu on
the thirty-third anniversary of the
battles of Aizu, where the star of the
last of the shoguns was forever
quenched in blood. The ceremony was !
in commemoration of the Japanes t
who fell on the wrong side of those .
fatal fields and was attended by a
crowd of Shinto priests, near whom sat
another crowd of Buddhist bonzes, in
the full glory of purple silken cloaks.
A big post in the center bore an in
scription inviting the souls of the de- •
parted to the feast, and at a signal
given both sections burst simultan
eously into prayer and chantings to
which they kept tune with their gongs
and bells. As Japanese music is a
terror, and as each sect tried to outdo
the other in creating noise, the scene
was not one of pastoral calm and the
spirits did not, so far as any unpreju
diced observer could judge, come back.
—Correspondence Chicago Record.
A Ml'l Kiicourairement.
" Do you think that there is as much
chance now to make a good living out
of literature ?" asked the youth.
" More chance than before,"answered
the man with glasses; "especially if
70U know how to set type and correct
proofs."—Washington Star.
i joL^^iiUraf s'
; sr^/rS!umn
The Wind Blew Tliein Away.
Thero was an old woman who lived in a
tub;
Each morning she gave all her children
a scrub;
She scrubbed them and rubbed them so
hard ev'ry day
They all got so thin the wind blew them
awaj I
—Chicago Record.
The Eftcapn of the Turtles.
L. T. Eckert of Dunstable township
was given an exhibition of the man
ner in which land turtles will fleg
from approaching danger, says the
Lock Haven Democrat. Mr. Eckert
has three turtles on his farm—one
bearing the inscription "W. C. D.,
1875," which letters and figures were
cut on by a neighbor, W. C. Danley;
another having the initials "W. S." on,
which came from Mr. Eckert does not
know where; and a third with his
own initials, "L*. T. E." and a cross
mark.
One day flames broke out in Mr.
Eckert's clearing and swept over the
entire field. After the flames burned
awhile Mr. Eckert thought of his pets
and went out to see what had be-
I come of them. He was worried, fear
t I ing that they had been burned to
L After a long search he went a short
distance from the track covered by
the flames and found a freshly dug
hole. In it he found one of the tur
ties down n considerable depth dig
j ging deeper, with more vigor than is
[ usually seen in those slow-going
I tortoises.
Mr. Eckert after walking around
finally found the other two down
along a small stream, both in the
water, with only their heads sticking
out. When Mr. Eckert appeared on
| the scene they pushed their heads a
j little farther out, as much as to say,
I "We're all right, go about your busi
| ness." The turtles evidently know
when to get out of danger's way.
The I'olation I'enny,
A curious old custom is described in
St. Nicholas by Margaretta L.
Hinchman. The schools of our coun-
I try one hundred years ago, she say 3,
j would hardly be recognized as schools
by the children of today. The school
! houses were small and one-roomed,
j frequently hexagonal, that is, six
! sided like a bee's honey-cell. At first
! there were no desks, rude benches be
ing used instead, while great logs
j took the place of chairs. But the holi
days came round as regularly then
M they do now, and commencement
j ilay was no doubt looked forward to
| with as much delight and eagerness.
. I There were no "exercises," with
dreadfully long speeches, but all was
feasting and merry-making,
j A great picnic was given at the
j schoolhouses. On this grand occa
sion the children, dressed in their
j "best bibs and tuckers," came eariy
with their parents and families, and
the ministers and authorities of the
community were always present. The
school-teacher presided over the
feast, and paid for the food with pen
nies that had been brought to him
j during the whole year.
|! It was the custom for each pupil
I to bring a penny, or some small sum,
| which enabled the teacher to furnish
i the treat. If he lived in a generous
neighborhood, this gave him quite a
little sum above tho costs of the
feast. This custom gave rise to the
name "potation" or "drinking-penny."
They had all the good things to eat
and drink that one could think of.
They had buns, jam-tarts, gooseberry
pies, and cakes made in all shapes—
: dogs made of cake, birds made of
: cake, and gingerbread men, of course.
Then, they had figs and dates,
brought to the colonies in trading
vessels, and ale and cider of their own
making.
This old custom the colonists
brought from England. There is a
record of it in the statutes of Hartle
bury, Worcestershire, "the seventh
year of our Sovereign Lady Queen
Elizabeth:"
j "The said schoolmaster shall and
i may have, use, and take the profits of
all such potations as are commouly
used in schools, and such other gifts
as shall be freely given them
over and besides their wages, until
their salary and stipend shall he aug
mented."
i In some of the countries of Eng
land this is still continued.
Toy* at the Pari* Kxpoclt ion.
j Throughout the summer every
: Thursday was children's day at the
| Paris Exposition, and then it was
frequently transformed into a land of
little people. Schools and kindergar
tens were closed for the day, which
allowed the children to explore this
I vast realm of wonders and delights.
| The French exhibit displayed many
marvels, and, really, clockwork won
ders can go no further. The German
sxhibitwas not aslurge as the French,
but was no less interesting. Among
the French toys was seen an acrobat
balancing himself on a chair by one
hand while he lifted a second chair in
the other. Clockwork birds sang in
cages and bathed themselves as na
turally as possible,
j A large case of dolls was arranged
to represent a public garden with
dolls riding on elephants and sitting
In little carriages drawn by different
animals, dolls climbing trees, and
mamma dolls having tea. A little
| girl doll, who had fallen down on the
hard gravel and hurt herself, had
wonderful tears running down her
[ face. Close at hand was a gallant
soldier offering a seat to the trim
nuresmaid.
There were squadrons of battle
ships and torpedo boats, and locomo
tives of every kind. There were, too,
regiments of india rubber soldiers,
which cannot be killed in battle. The
model shops were a delight to the lit
tle ones, particularly one representing
a hairdresser's, with plenty of
brushes and bottles filled with per
fumed waters and oils.
Close at hand was a collection of old
French toys which amused the chil
dren two centuries ago. There were
rough wooden dolls in tattered gar
ments, which had been copied after
the period to which they belonged.
There was a great deal o£ small furni
ture, beautifully made and finished,
and in really good condition.
The German toys were from Sonne
berg and Nuremberg, and their
j characteristics were entirely different
from the French. This exhibit pic-
I tured a quaint old German town at
Christmas time, and the children were
plump, rollicking little mortals, who
had a solid faith in the power of
storks, angels and Santa Clau3. In
Sonneberg Santa Claus is driving a
reindeer sled, full of toys, through
the town, while in Nuremberg the
old saint has a pack 011 his back and
is waiting at the door of a house
wherein two children are lying in bed
asleep. Another charming arrange
ment was a model bridge over a stream
full of magnetic ducks and fish, and
in it a lot of little doll boys were bath
ing and fishing and having the most
delightful time possible. For the
little girls there were all sorts of
jolly housekeeping games, even to a
whole model kitchen of pots and pans
and jars and dishes without end. It
is easy now to understand why the
most of the world's playthings are all
labelled either "From Paris" or "Made
in Germany."—New York Tribune.
TIIH l'roiid Cow.
There was once a cow who was
very proud. She had some reason to
be proud, perhaps, although she had
no right; for none of us have any
right, although wo may have reason.
This cow was the prettiest cow
among the herd. She was of a lovely
light brown color and of a slighter
and better shape than the other cows.
Also her disposition wa3 more ami
able than that of the rest, that is, it
was until she grew proud. She gave
twice as much milk as any one of the
herd and the butter which the dairy
maid got from it was celebrated for
miles around.
The mistress of that cow was very
much pleased to exhibit her to any
visitors. She was continually bring
ing her friends out to the barnyard to
admire "My beautiful little Alderney."
Tho cow did not exactly know what
the name meant, but she knew it must
be complimentary, for each set of
visitors strove to outdo the last in
praising her.
So this cow began to grow very
haughty and she put on many airs
among her companions. Whether she
was in the cow-yard or in the field,
she selected the pleasantest spot for
herself, the softest. bedding and the
choicest of the food. Sooner than
create a dispute, the other cows gave
way good naturedly and allowed her
to have her own way. She would
allow no one to precede her. Coming
out of the cow-yard in the morning to
pasture, or going hack at night, she
always insisted upon being the first
one to enter or leave the gate, and
the other cows were obliged to walk
humbly behind.
One night, by some accident, the
other cows happened to arrive at
home first, and when the proud cow
got to the cow house door, all the
others had entered, and she was left
to come in last. Much affronted at
this humiliation, the cow stood at the
door lowing and showing her anger
in, every way possible. She resisted
every effort of tho dairymaid, who
knew well what was the matter, to
drive her into the yard.
"This Is the third time she has
acted so," grumbled Rose, the dairy
maid. "I have had to turn out every
one of the cows so that she could
enter first. Nothing else will suit
her."
Now it happened that this night the
cow's mistress came down to show off
her favorite, as usual, to a party of
friends. Much astonished at the cow's
actions, she stood watching. The
cow ran back and forth around the
house, kicked, tossed her head and
made all the noise of which she was
capable.
"What is the matter?" the lady
asked. "Why, it is dangerous to have
such a creature."
"Indeed it is, ma'am," cried Rose,
flushed and indignant. Then s>y ,
told of tho cow's bad temper. "An**
ever since she has become so trou
blesome, ma'am," added Rose, "we
have not had half the milk she used
to give. She may be a pretty enough
creature to look at, but it looks are'ii
all, it's a plaster cow you'd better get,'
that will stand there, and make less
trouble, ma'am."
And the mistress quite agreed with
her.
"Since her usefulness is over," she
said, "we cannot afford to keep her
any longer for the sake of her beauty.
Tomorrow morning I will ask the
butcher what she will be worth as
beei."
So the cow and her pride were
ended together.—Brooklyn Eagle.
A I-lvely Aged HlnckuilUi.
In the village of Kerschdorf, near
Heidelberg, Germany, there is a lively
ninety-one-year-old blacksmith and
church warden, who recently climbed
to the top of the church steeple and
tied a new rope to the bell after the
younger men in the village had re
fused to risk their necks in the per.
formance of that task.