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NATURAL REMEDIES.
Feeling bad?
Just sing:
Soon be glad
(Sure tiling!)
Feeling mad?
Here's a cure;
Smile, my lad,
(Quick! Sure!)
"Worrying
Breathe deep.
(Just the thing -
Safe! Cheap!)
Cash all gone?
Don't groan;
Work, my son.
(Best known!)
Deep in love
Here's a cure:
Wed the dove.
(Great! Sure!)
-James Rowe. ia Puck. j
HUMOR OF THE DAY.
•'lie boosts that he is n man of Iron."
'Then he's 110 .indue of metals. He ,
can't tell iron from brass- - ."—Chicago I
Post.
"Destiny.", said the pensive boarder, '
"is like a chicken it isn't everybody j
who can carve it to his entire satisfac- j
tion."—Puck.
Keeper—"This pool* fellow u -u to he |
a famous musician." Visiter--"Ah!
and now he's a wandering minstrel." — i
Philadelphia Bulletin.
"Does that young man next door to !
you play his trombone by ear or by ;
note'/" "Neiiher. By brute fore"."—
Cliicago Times-lierald.
Here's advice for the singer
To paste in his hat:
Alwavs M.ive to B natural
And never B l!;p.
—Philadelphia Record. |
Mrs. Donuoy—"Six moth :•;< s •] J II :
dren, you say? And ee.n'i you find j
work';" Tramp "Oh, they're not old
enough for that yet, ma'am."—Brook- 1
lyn Life.
Sissy Siunmergirl cI:::;iI\ • "I'd like ;
a good novel." Harold D'Hygoods (the !
erst-while "clubman," abse-mlyt- |
"Third floor—second counter to the '
right."—Brooklyn Life.
"I guess it's time to go," lie raid,
And started.
"You've GUT -ED it.''. she replied, and >
Tliey parted.
—Detroit Free Press, j
"I presume you carry a memento
of some kind in that I'oekei of yours .''
"Precisely; it is a lock of my Ims- ■
band's hair." "But your husband is
still alive." "Yes; but his hair is all j
gone."—Tit-Bits.
Ida—"l want to have some pictures ,
taken. Can you recommend a photog
rapher?" Ada—"Flashem! I've heard !
that he has away of making the lay •-
liest people look absolutely handsome."
—Philadelphia Bulletin.
Wife (who has been struck by a bi
cycle)—" Never mind, dear. Don't ,
li .ke a scene of It." I lusband— "What! :
Do you think I'll let him go without j
saying what I think ." Wife—"But '
I'm not really hurt." Husband "That!
doesn't mailer. A little more and he •
might have run into me."—Tit-llits.
The Seaman—"Have you ever been j
on a battle-ship when she clears for j
action?" The Landsman --"No." The
Seaman—"Well, it is the most thrilling i
and impressive moment you can eon- '
ceive." The Landsman—"Oh, I don't
know. Have you ever seen a golf club j
champion get ready to drive?"— Life,
Thought a Spirit Grabbed Ifim.
"I had a strange experience a few •
nights ago," said the man who wants j
to know about things. "It was while ;
I was getting on a Sixth avenue trol- j
ley ear. A damp snow was falling, |
and the car platform was saturated i
with moisture. Just as my foot touched j
the platform I felt a sensation in my j
ankle as if some one had grabbed my i
leg and was holding on good and hard. !
I yelled and turned around like a Hash, j
but the on)7 one near me was an old !
lady. She Gidu't seem to be a person I
who would do a thing of that kind. On
the contrary, she looked at me as much ,
as to say: 'What's the matter? Are
you crazy?' I took my seat. meek, but
puzzled.
••When I left the car the same thing
happened, and it set me to thinking.
I almost began to believe in spirits.
Finally I figured it. out in this way: I
didn't have on any rubbers, the ear
platform was wet and there were lots
of electricity running around loose. In
other words, when my foot hit the
platform I got an electric shock. Am
I light?"— New York Mail and Ex
press.
Centenui laim in Europ* .
A German statistician announces
that according to a census taken re
cently there are ahout tI'J.OOU centen
arians in Europe.
By Laura Ellon Boale.
JACK POWELL sat with his |
back to the wall of the cell. |
occasionally glancing with I
unseeing eyes ac the few oh- I
jo els in the narrow space. As his [
j gaze fell upon the grating which j
I served for a window, with Us few
J inches ot' the sky of liberty mocking
| him through the bars, he sprang up
j nnd took a quick stop toward it, just
as tli • sweet stratus of music drifted in
j from a baud passing near the prison
| walls. Then a bell rang somewhere
j In the distance.
I Oh, those sounds from the groat free
world without' How terrible they
[ seemed to the grief-stricken man! 1-Ie
shuddered violently and dropped 'uavk
| on to tile cot.
| "No, no! I must not ruin it all now.
| Oh, God, help me to live through the
! next two years!" lie exclaimed, and
burying his face in his hands, he
I groaned aloud in the agony of despair.
| Though lie yearned for freedom with
a longing that was almost frenzy, still
the notion of escape did not often
tempt him; but to-day a man had es
caped, and the breast of every prison
er had been idled with envy and long
ing.
The year already spent behind those
walls seemed an eternity. Could he
: live through two more years of such
! misery? ho asked himself. Yes, he
' could and ho would, for he had work
to perform when the time of his sen
j tence should have expired. Ho must
I go hack to Oklahoma and prove his in-
I noeence; must live down the disgrace
: among the very people who had be
lieved him guilty, where no one
J thought hfm innocent.
I Ah, yes! there was one who had be
lieved in hint, who had stood by him
| through it all. and the fires of renewed
! courage kindled in his eyes as he
1 thought of Nellie, ids promised wife.
; How brave site had been—how staunch
! and true! Even wli n tlie trial was
j ended, and lie had not succeeded in
! making the judge and jury believe liis
[ story, she had not wavered In her loy
ally, but again assured him of her
j love, hogging him to shorten ids term
as much as possible by good behavior,
j then to come home—be would find her
true, and together they would prove
somehow, that lie had been wrongful
! ly accused.
j In the year of his imprisonment .Tack
had been a model prisoner. At times,
in the depths of his despair, he had
j felt that lie could not stand the mad
dening routine another moment, that
I he r.iust attempt escape or he would
! surely die; but the thought of Nellie,
i his sweetheart, and her confidence,
had strengthened him to successful
ly combat these hopeless feelings. At
tempt at tllglit, even if successful, j
meant only the destruction of ids fond- I
! est hopes and those ot the brave girl
who had risked so much because of j
| her love for him.
I To-night, sitting dejectedly in his
cell. Jack cursed the folly which had
caused his trouble. Many times lie had
decided to "quit drinking," but was
never staunch in his resolution. Now
he meant it, for if he had not been on
a "spree" he would never have been
arrested for theft. He thought of the
farm, the stock, nnd the neat little
i house which she had planned, and
; which was soon to have been their
home. He groaned involuntarily.
When he had begun to "drink," bis
loss prosperous neighbors had smiled
In grim satisfaction, and when the
trouble had come, the general verdict
had been, "It serves liitn right." When
I he insisted tlmt he had bought the
horse and saddle, but that he did not
know the man who sold them to liiui,
they winked knowingly. The property
had been stolen from the Catonsvlllo
postoliiee, and was found in Jack's
possession. He was here in conse
quence.
i "Well," ho declared mentally, "it
1 does serve me right, but I'll prove my
Innocence to those people if it takes
i me years to do it!"
j A little before noon the next day his
! attention was attracted to a lino of
I new arrivals, walking handcuffed to
gether In pairs, In charge of armed
| guards. As tliey passed close to where
! Jack stood, the look of hopeless mlsorv
] on the face of one of the men made
! his heart throb with pity. Perhaps
j lie too was innocent! Just thou a man
j looked up and Jack gave a sudden
I start. The face seemed very familiar.
Surely lie had seen that man before,
j The line passed on into a building, hut
: somehow lie could not get the face of
tlie man who wore the number "JbOT"
| out of his mind, nnd many times dur
| lng the day lie asked himself, "Who is
I he, and where have 1 seen him?"
j When he returned to nis cell that
j night, and the guard told liim be was
I to have "company" for awhile. Jack
I would have been almost surprised bad
j the man been other than "1307." In
i the closer range of the narrow cell, he
was more strongly than ever filled
with a perplexing sense that lie had
somewhere seen lids sullen, defiant
face, but whore lie could not remeui
! her.
j In the days and weeks that followed,
during which time Joe Stretter rc-
I m, 'lined gloomy nnd remorse, repulsing
! all overtures, .Tack vainly racked ids
J memory for some clue by which to cs-
I tabilsh bis identity. Gradually, how-
I ever, the new comer begun to "thaw
j out" n little, and the two prisoners be
| come sociable, even friendly. Jack
! soon learned that Joe's home was in
j Indiana, and as he said lie had never
I boon in Wisconsin, whore Jack had
| always lived prior to his goin.tr to Olc
■ lahonia, lie was dually forced to the
conclusion that his fancy of having
j seen .Tee before was but a trick of his
i imagination.
Occasionally, during the winter, Joe
talked of es :;pe; but as Jack did not j
enter into any of the plans, the subject
would be dropped. The acquaintance
of the cell mnies deepened gradually
into strong frh ndsnlp, and when, one
night in the early spring, the subject
uppermost in Joe's mind, escape, was
again mentioned. Jack told his friend
his reasons for not desiring A o make
the attempt—told him sometning of
; his life; lbs brisk: prospects, his fol
ly, his ruin.
As he related the story, not defend
ing himself in the least, of his down
ward course, aud finally of his arrest
and inability to prove his innocence,
Joe sat pale and uneasy. Several
times he opened his lips as if to speak,
then with feverish nervousness, he
would spring up and pace forth and
hack across the cell. As Jack finished
the recital of his sweetheart's fidelity
Joe suddenly stopped, and laying his
hand on the other's shoulder, said im
pulsively:
"Jack, I did not dream—that is, l—
of course you are innocent! I have
known Hint all the time; but I did not
imagine that it was I who could clear
you."
"You clear me?" exclaimed Jack, In
credulously. "What do you mean?"
But Joe had turned away and
thrown himself upon his cot; then he
said, hesitatingly:
"I only meant that I could help 3*oll
to escape, Jack, that's all." and de
spite his friend's efforts to continue
their conversation, he would say no
more.
Iu a short time Jack was fast asleep,
and dreaming of the time when his re
lease should come and liis innocence
he proven.
I Joe Streetcr. however, spent the night
in fitful slumbers from which lie
awoke with a start, sometimes half ris
ing with the evident intention of
arousing Jack; then his mood would
change, and after some moments of
indecision, he would again sink upon
his bed.
Hardened criminal that he was lie
knew his duty, but lie was selfish
enough to tight against and at last
overcome the promptings of his con
cience, as lie well knew that his
ehances for escape alone were small.
If he could but persuade Jacl: to go
| with him, why, he could then find
j some means of proving his Innocence.
| In fact Joe fully made up his mind to
j 1 ell .Tack all as soon as they wore free,
I so the "slid small voice within" was
I silenced.
| Alter that night Joe kept constantly
j urging Jack 10 accompany him in his
I attempt at escape, and at last gained
liis reluctant consent.
For some time Joe had boon at work
in the harness shop of the prison, and
upon every opportunity he possessed
himself of thongs and Hits of leather.
A large steel ring aud a small file were
also deftly concealed In his clu ing
•tnd conveyed to the cell. Then the full
details of the plan were unfolded to
lack, who was amazed at the ingenui
ty of his coirAade.
It took some time for the ring to be
tiled into a book, whleb was made
very sharp. Then it was carefully
covered with pieces of leather wound
around in such a manner that only the
point was visible. After this was com
pleted, many wearisome nights were
spent, one of the men standing upon
the shoulders of the other, working
alternately to remove the bars from
the window.
At last this, too, was accomplished.
I lie narrdw strips were cut from their
blankets, which, strengthened by the
leather thongs, wore braided into a
stout rope to which the hook was se
eurely fastened. Now came the most
tedious task of all, and many nights
were spent in futile attempts TO throw
the hook over the edge of the cornice
and catch it: firmly there. Hundreds
of times the hook fell back, niul but
for its leather covering, would have
struck the bricks with a ringing sound.
Sometimes the hook caught and held
slightly, and the hearts of both men
would heat fast with hope, only to
have their spirits drop to the depths
of despair the next moment, when the
liool: loosened and fell.
But oven in this tlieir work was re
warded, and there came a time when
the .book caught and held, the com
bined weight of both men in the cell
failing to dislodge it. The two prison
ers stood for a moment gazing at each
other, speechless with emotion. The
next ii.-Inut their hands clasped, and
each promised the other to notify his
friends in case any accident befell him.
Joe promised 1 0 find some way to tell
Nellie of Jack's fate, but when Jack
was asked to toll Joe's mother where
she would find the last stolen valuables
ho drew back Involuntarily, for In
the close friendship existing between
tliem he had not thought of Joe as a
criminal, only unfortunate. But to
suddenly realize that even Joe's moth
er was implicated, and had 110 doubt
encouraged her son was shock to the
honest but foolish and easy-going Jack,
it was only a second, however, that
lie hesitated, then ho pledged his
word.
Joe insisted upon trying the hook
first, and as he pushed himsejf through
the window and swung slowly out in
to that terrible space. Jack held firm
ly to his clothing. Ho feit sick when
he thought of the consequence if the
hook should slip or the improvised
rope break. He breathed more free
ly when he saw Joe, after only a slight
hesitation, start carefully to ascend
the rope., lie soon reached the corn
ice. aud In another moment was on the
roof. Adjusting the hook somewhat,
ho leaned over the edge of it and sig
naled to Jack, and, he, too, made the
ascent in safely.
( rouching low for a few seconds
( they waited breathlessly, but heard 110
sound. Thus far they had been unob- j
served. Taking the hook and rope, I
. they crept cautiously along in the
shadow of the cornice to the corner of
the building, from which they lowered
themselves to the roof of another, and j
; from this they swung out and down
upon the wall, and then to the ground
and—freedom.
Jack, who descended first, waited for
Joe, and for a moment the two stood
in silence. Neither spoke. Jack felt
, fairly bursting with emotion. To he
outside of those walls —free—was more
than he could realize. It seemed too
good to be true. But suddenly the
booming peal of a boll and the sharp
clatter of feet aroused them, and they
started to run.
Then came a yell, loud and terrible, |
changing quickly from rage to exulta- j
tion. A shot rang out—then several
others, followed liy the spiteful hum I
of many bullets. Jack ran as he never j
ran before. Joe was slightly in ad- j
vance, and Jack saw im hesitate and !
stumble, then with his hands tossed :
high above his head, he staggered and 1
sank down.
In a flash Jack was kneeling beside
him. Joe turned toward him mutter
ing:
"Are you mad? Go! For God's sake, 1
Jack, save yourself! Don't waste your
, own life!"
"No! I will not go. Are you badly
hurt, Joe?" asked Jack, as his comrade I
dropped back into his outstretched j
arms.
They were almost Immediately sur- j
rounded by the guards, but Jack lift
ed the wounded man upon his knee,
holding him close against him with
one arm, while v?ith his free hand he
tore open the neck of Joe's shirt, upon
which a crimson stain now appeared.
As Joe sank back limply, Jack shook
him, crying:
"Don't give way, old fellow! Here,
Joe, don't die!"
But Hie head on his shoulder only '
sank the closer.
Suddenly lie opened his eyes, and '
seeing the guards, said between gasps !
of pain and weakness:
"Jack, I'm done for. Don't think too ■
hard of me because I didn't tell you. I 1
couldn't help it —I knew you wouldn't i
come. Forgive me if you can, I knew
all the time—since that niglit—that I
was—the man who sold you that horse.
You are witnesses," he said falterlugly
to the guards. "Tell them—governor—
ho is Innocent. I stole the horse and
saddle and sold liiem to him for twen
ty dollars —at Pawnee crossing in
Oklahoma. I never knew of the ar
rest, Jack, but whim I came here I
thought you were the fellow didn't
know for sure till that night—you told
me about—Nellie. Forgive—l'm done
for tills time."
Then, arousing himself with almost
j superhuman effort, lie again stam
mered to the guards:
"Sec, I'm dying—you are—witnesses,
j Jack didn't steal them—l did—Catons
j ville, Oklahoma. Met Jack two days
after—coming from Kaw Reservation.
" Didn't know him—didn't care—just
' wanted to get rid of—stolon stuff. lie
; was drunk. Forgive me, Jack—if you
lie stopped speaking, his head sank,
and the body stiffened in Jack's arms.
—"Waverley Magazine.
THE CHURCH "AD." TAKES.
I Ohio Minister Puts It in Display Type
unci .Saj-s It Makes Converts.
A decided innovation in church cir
• cles has been introduced by the Rev.
1 Dr. E. E. Whittaker, of Ashtabula,
v Oiiio, pastor of the Park Street Mcth
-1 dist Episcopal Church, lie is using
large display newspaper advertising
. to announce his church services, and
" testifies to the fact that two ten-inch
' advertisements resulted in doubling
1 his average Sunday evening attend
- ance and were instrumental in mak
-1 lug converts to religion. His adver
-5 tlsements are set double measure, "top
1* of column next to reading matter."
1 They are written in an attractive man
- nor, and are set in heavy, black-faced
t type. Here is a sample of one of
- them:
"Wanted—A few more saints, a few
i more men, a few more Methodists, a
1 few more sinners, to become saints.
> Meeting to night at the First M. E.
* Church. Subject: 'Fools and Their
- 1 Companions.'"
The dodger cannot take the place of
- a newspaper display advertisemc ;t,
1 the Rev. Whittaker says, and he is not
- satisfied with the "Church Notices"
1 department. Dr. Whittaker pays full
- rates for his advertising.
L Mimicking the Queen.
\ Few people are perhaps' aware ho\r
s thoroughly Queen Victoria enjoyed i
1. joke. A Gentleman-in-Waiting, whon
I we will call Mr.' B , distinguishei
l'or his imitative powers and dramati
e talent, was a frequent visitor at botl
s Windsor and Osborne. One day thi
ii Queen, looking wilk a certain auster
II lty straight into his face, demanded
;x "Now, Mr. B ,I am perfectly wel
0 aware that when my back is turnei
1- you imitate me; I wish to see how yo;
t do It this minute!" Poor Mr. B fel
0 straightway into the royal trap, crim
soiled, faltered and utterly lost hi
t countenance. "Ah!" exclaimed tin
3 Queen, "I see I was right. You ough
to he ashamed of yourself!" and tliei
li j added, laughing as heartily as an;
!i ! schoolgirl, "but, mind you, don't do I
i- | again."—London Chronicle.
HIS COUNTRY NEWSPAPER. I
I Bominlfirences Suggested <0 an Old I'oy 1
by the News of Unionvllle.
"It is a fashion, I know, among city ,
folk to ridicule the country paper," |
says a reformed traveling man, "but :
I have been a regular subscriber to the ;
Unionvllle Banner for over thirty I
years. There's one evening in the week *
Hi at I look forward to with zest. 1
That's Monday night, when I light my :
old pipe, put 011 my slippers and lie
back in the battered rocker for a mus
ing aud a dreaming over my copy of |
i the Banner.
I "Yes. 1 here it K Hasn't changed a j
font of type, I gait 'in forty year.', j
, Same old, queer job type. Same old !
Washington press still grinds it out,
I I'll bet, as it did when I was a freckled i
! l" i y and used to hang around the front 1
door of the tumbling rookery where I
snowy-haired Editor .Moore used to lie 1
p'eking up the type or methodically |
scratching down the fact that 'Miss 1
May Smith is visiting friends in our j
neighboring burg,' or 'John Loftus is |
preparing to build a new barn. Most
of the lumber is already 011 the j
ground.'
j "I turn to the front page first, of
. course, and here, in luy 'Local News.' '
I ascertain that 'Miss Ella Stuart has I
quite a class of music pupils here in j
town and also conducts a class in Pat- j
tons burg. Miss Stuart has a good
quality of musical talent.' Why, dear
me, dear me; don't it beat all how
things do move! Why, I used to go to
the high school in Unionvllle with
Ella Stuart's mother. And many a
time I hung May baskets with her and
J then hung over the old white paling
i gate and held her hand until an omiu
j ous raising of an upper window indi
cated that a parent of Ella's mother
I desired the daughter's presence witli
; in.
"And, let's see! Why, here's some
j thing: 'Walter Thomas has been to the
city this week, laying in a new stock
lof goods. Peter Figel is helping out in
I The Emporium during Walter's ab
sence.' Well, it is surprising how some
• boys'll come up in the worid in spite
of poverty and distress. Know who
that Walter Thomas is? Well, sir,
he's the grandson of old Pap Thomas,
as we used to tail him, who used to
live away down there by the railroad
in that little hut of a place, and had a
cabbage patch nil around the house.
Desolate a looking place as you ever
saw.
| "Pap was sort of half-witted and
: had a son who I should say was fully
; three-quarters wltted. A peaceable,
| law-abiding well-digger He came to be.
j Married a real bright girl, really con
siderably above the average, and here
, tlieir son's become the leading mer
chant in Unionvllle! This Peter Figel
is a relation—son, maybe—of an old
foreigner who settled down iu Union
vllle and earned a living at cobbling.
Said to he of noble birth he was, and
nj yste ri 0u s go nerai Iy.
"I shouldn't know the faces that
| would greet me 011 Main street, I sup
pose now. Most of 'cm come up since
: I was a boy. I wonder who really has
| made the truest success, the boys who
i stayed at home or those who were go
: | ing to conquer the great world out-
I side. There were my schoolmates who
: married aiul settled down in Union
j ville, and their sons and daughters are
' to-day's young men and women. I was
! going to do such big things when I
! struck the city that I couldn't exactly
: make up my mind to take time to
' ! come back and court Susie Williams.
1 | J kept putting it off and putting it off
until I should got a little better and a
- little better position until, first thing
f i I knew, Phil Kerns up and married
1 j her and I was left. So, that's liow it
I is, and bless 111 c if I don't wonder
j sometimes as I muse over the old Ban
-1 j ner If the boys who stayed at home
1 have made such a miserable failure of j
| it after all.
| "So, I read along to ponder over the I
I' memories that those quaint Items in
• the 'Local News' call forth. Well, you !
1 may poke fun at the country weeklies
as you will, but I fail to see why Hie
j fact that 'a resident of Uuionville has
' ; lately bought the place of another resi
. dent of Uuionville, and intends to
I j move into it,' may not lie as well worth
j chronicling in the local paper of Union
x ville as the fact that the dog of a fa
,! mous actress died 011 the steamer is
| j worth two-column pictures and a
; half-column description in city dailies.
. J Blamed'f I can see much difference
x j in merit between a poodle dog editorial
in a city daily and *a big cabbage just
_! laid on the desk of ye editor' of a couu
-1 try weekly."—Boston correspondence
f of the New York Sun.
A New Scheme.
': A new scheme to get people to buy
t , a paper has be: u 011 trial liy the liof
• eree, a London sporting journal. It
• advertised that on certain days a num-
L *, her of persons in its employ would pa
| rol certain thoroughfares and count
f the copies seen in the hands or pock
• ets of people who pass them. On
! reaching a certain unadvertised num
ber the counter would present the per
i son with an envelope containing a
j check for two guineas. Such a scheme
; would not appeal to American readers,
i as they would not consent to make
1 , walking advertisements of themselves,
j even though they might capture a $lO
I bill for doing so.
Duration of the Victorian l:x*n.
i The Victorian Era lias taken its
' place in history. It dawned at twenty
i minutes past two 011 the morning of
3une 20. 1537, and closed at half-past
six on the evening of January 22. 1001,
j says St. .Tames' Gazette, 'it lasted
i 23.223 days, 557.3,50 full hours, 33,413,-
; 170 minutes and 2,000,590,200 seconds.
All but 540 1-2 hours of it were in the
j nineteenth century.
j The art of dentistry was introduced
Into New York City iiy John Green*
! wood in 1 iJ)S. Ho is said to bare made
j the first artificial teeth ever inanufac*
j lured in this country.
PEARLS OF THOJGHT.
| The root of all discontent is self- ?
love.—J. F. Clarke,
j We are as oiten duped by diffidence
• as by confidence. —Chesterfield,
i Delicacy is to the affections what
I grace Is to beauty.—Dogerando.
] Whatever is worth doing at all is
worth doing well.—Chesterfield.
1 The reward of one duty done is the
power to fulfill another.—-George Eliot,
j The feeling of dh trust is always the
I last which a great mind acquires.—Ra
! cine*.
i If thou art a master, he sometimes
blind. if a servant, sometimes deaf. —
| Fuller.
i Each hour conies with some little
, fagot of God's will fastened upon its
back.—Faber.
To be traduced by ignorant tongues
,i 3 the tough brake that virtue 11; tgo ,
| through.—Shakespeare.
I Dignity consists not in possessing
| honors, but in the consciousness that
| we deserve them. —Aristotle.
It cannot be too often repeated that
j it is not helps, but obstacles, not fa
i cilities, but difficulties, that make men. *
j —W. Mathews.
I Depend on no man, on no friend but
i him who can depend on himself, fie.
| only who acts conscientiously towards
himself, will act so towards others. —
Lavator.
AN ELECTRIC DIET.
Interesting PoMibilitiei for Improving
i lie Human Kace.
The notion of fattening pigs by elec
tricity i 3 at all events novel, and if the
inventor of the process be not disap
pointed the idea will yet he applied to
other animals and even to human be
ings. To Dr. W. J. Hcrdman of the
medical faculty of the University of
Michigan the world owes this discov
ery. which is to the effect that the gal
vanic current promotes the growth of
tissue —that is to say, the increase of
flesh. It had previously been ascer
tained that plants develop more rapid
ly under the electric stimulus, and
there was no obvious reason why ani
mals should not be equally responsive
to it.
Hence the idea of Dr. Herdman,
which promises well, though its ap
plication cannot as yet bo said to have
passed beyond the experimental stage.
The doctor, for the sake of conven
ience, began his experiments with gui
nea pigs, half a dozen of which he put
in each of two cage 3, taking care that
they should all be of exactly the same
age, so as to make the conditions of
the trial as free from flaw as possible.
Around one of tile cages he strung sev
eral wires, through which a current of
electricity was kept passing night and
day, while nothing of the kind was
dene with the other cage. Meanwhile
for a stated period, the animals in
both cages were fed with a precisely
equal quantity of provender of the
same kind, EO that there should be no
advantage in thisfespectoneither side.
As a result it was found that the
guinea pigs that lived in an electric
environment gained -in weight during
a measured time 10 percent more than
those in the non-electric cage.
Dr. Herdman is confident that ordi
nary pigs, if subjected to similar treat
ment, would exhibit like results. 11a
proposes to build suitably wired pens,
niul to furnish tile growing swine with
regular supplies of electrlcitv, much
in the same way as was done with the
guinea pigs.
Nobody can say what niay.be the
final influence of this new discovery
upon the packing trade, or whether the
"electric bacon" of the future may not
command a special price in the m vrket.
I The imagination extends the applica
tion of Dr. Herdman's discovery to al- .
| most any lengths. Why may not the
j day come when every cow in her stall
shall have her private wire? And if
electricity is good for pigs, it may
servo to fatten babies, or even grown
persons who arc desirous of increasing
their avoirdupois, and thus most in
teresting possibilities for the improve
ment of the human physique are
opened up.-—Saturday Evening Post.
alio lost Colliii Aliiio.
It would bo a waste of time to argue
in almost any gathering of miners of
the west that the Lost Cabin mine
exists merely in the imagination of
gold-hungry men. It is popularly sup
posed that tlio Lost Cabin mine is
somewhere among the Big Horn
mountains in southern Montana or
northern Wyoming. In the late fifties
three men, Allen E. Hurlburt, Adam
Cox and Jefferson Jom : discovered
it and found it so rich that they could
scarcely believe their senses. They
built a cabin of logs, fortifying it with v
stockades, in which they pa: ■ d the
winter months. Win n the spring sun
unlocked the waters of the creek, they
hurried back to their sluice boxes and
worked harder than ever. One day 4
Hurlburt left the sluices to go to the
cabin. He had barely lost sight of his
companions when lie heard tile report
of rifles. Indians had surprised his
companions and killed them. Hurl
hurt lay concealed In tlio brush for a
day and night. Half dead and almost
insane ho managed to got across the
prairie and down the North Platte
river to what is now Fort Laramie.
Soon after telling his story he died.
Miners have since been searching for
tlio log cabin on the creek. In ISCG
an expedition of over 200 men was or
ganized at Fort Laramie solely to
spend two months in searching for tho
Lost Cabin mine.
Many Londoners Insist that their ap
petite has improved since electricity
was applied to some of the under
ground railways. It is ballcTed to gen
irate ozone.