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A UNIQUE MISSOURI TOWN.
Ho Taxes Are Levied Bat a Great Dot
gree of Prosperity Is Enjoyod.
The problem of municipal govern
ment at a minimum expense lias ap
parently been solved most successfully
by the little town of Shumway, in Ef
fingham county, Missouri. Shumway,
which has a population of 300, was
founded 26 years ago, but was not in
corporated until 1595. The inhabitants
of the village are chiefly Germans and
every one has some honest occupation.
Shumway has more than three miles
of brick walls, all constructed since
the village was incorporated. The
village has paid 65 per cent of the
costs of constructing the walks and
the property-holders the remaining 35
per cent. It has put a requisite num
ber of crossings and placed the thor
oughfares in better condition than in
many places of 5,000 population. The
most remarkable part of all this im
provement is that not a cent of tax
has been levied by the village authori
ties since the incorporation took place.
All revenue is derived from a saloon
license issued to one man, who has an
exclusive privilege of dispensing the
"ardent" within the village limits. He
pays S7OO per annum into this village
treasury for this privilege, and, while
several other residents have essayed to
open saloons, the village board hag
frowned upon every attempt, believing
that one establishment of the kind fills
every requirement. The president and
the board of trustees receive no sal
aries or fee? for their services. The only
salaried officers are the village clerk,
who receives $lB per annum, and the
village marshal, who draws S3O per
annum. The marshal's duties are
chiefly those of a janitor when the
village board is in session. Only on
holidays and special occasions is he
required to servo as an officer. Not a
single arrest has been made in the
past year, and in the village's history
nearly every one of the dozen persons
arrested lias been intoxicated. When
'ever it becomes necessary to appre
hend an offender the populace turns
out en masse, and assists in making
the arrest. The captive is locked up
until sober, and the proceeds used in
constructing more walks or improving
the streets. The villagers enjoy a
great degree of prosperity, every man
of family, with but strikingly few ex
ceptions, owning his own home and
keeping his property in excellent
shape.
SENATOR CALL'S AUDIENCE.
Contained No Dno of Leaser Kuuk than
the Vice President.
There are two ways of looking at
anything, and the way a wit of Wash
ington explained a certain lack of au
dience in the senate, when a southern
senator made a speech, was certainly
the most delightful way of defining a
somewhat chilling incident.
It has passed into history that Hon.
Wilkinson Call of Florida, though for
three terms a United States senator
and highly honored by his state, did
not make a great impression on the
senate as a speaker, and that he thus
disappointed all those who have the
tradition in their minds that all south
ern statesmen are orators. Senator
Call, it is said, once arose to make a
speech when the senate chamber was
rather empty. As he spoke the few
members of the senate who weve there
filed out to get luncheon. No one re
mained on the floor to listen to the
speech, but the president of the senate
still sat in his place, dignified and
calm. The galleries were also empty,
and the incident became the subject of
Washington gossip. At a dinner party
where a southern politician was a
guest it was asked what he thought of
•the southern senator's audience when
he made his speech in the senate this
morning. Then came a clever answer,
for the southern man said, with a
grave face: "I thought it a very dis
tinguished audience. There was no
person there of less rank than the vice
president of the United States." —Sat-
urday Evening Post.
Monument to an English Pop*.
A movement is now on foot to erect
a monument in Rome to the memory
if Nicholas Broakspeare, Pope Adrian
IV. the only Englishman who ever
cat upon the papal throne. The fund
for the monument is to be raired among
English Catholics. Pope Adrain was
born in 1100 at Langley, near St. Al
lans, England. Ills parents were poor
and the future pontiff was depled ad
mittance to one of the English monas
teries. He then went abroad and rose
from honor to honor, at the age of 51
he was elected to the chair of St.Pe
ter.
I know two women, and one is chaste
And cold as the snows on a Winter waste.
&9IS) Stainless ever in act and thought ry df
(5; JT (As a man, bom dumb, in his speech errs not). &
0 S But she had malice toward her kind, 0
A cruel tongue and a jealous mind. rS?
0 Void of pity and full of greed, 0
te She judges the world by her narrow creed: fc v)
J7 A brewer of quarrels, a breeder of hate, JiT
p Yet she holds the key to "Society's" Gate. p
0 The other woman, with heart of flame, 0
5? Went mad for a love that marred her name; te jp
And out of the grave of her murdered faith 0 J*.
& She rose like a soul that has passed through death, £2
Her aims are noble, her pity so broad, &
0 It covers the world like the mercy of God, 0
A soother of discord, a healer of woes, w 0
& Peace follows her footsteps wherever she goes. xsT^\
m The worthier life of the two, no doubt, §R ®
£ And yet "Society" locks her out. &
2s! —Ella Wheeler Wilcox in Chicago American.
The Log Rolling.
BY ETHEL M. COLSON.
(Copyright, 1901, by Dally Story Pub. Co.)
Back in the Muskoka region of On
tario, Canada, the country is at once
BO wild, so beautiful, and so difficult
Of cultivation that thoughts have been
Seriously entertained, from time to
time, of setting on foot projects to
reserve the entire region for a sort
of governmental hunting part. But
the time-honored, ever-popular drama
which has for its motif and principal
characters the love story of a man
and maid is played out there in ways
as varied and as perpetual as all the
world over. It would be played oftener,
perhaps, but for the fact that the
young men of the farming districts are
BO seldom at home. In the winter
nearly ail of them head for "the
camps" where the logs are cut and
made ready for transportation; in the
lummer great numbers of them go to
the great "Northwest," so mysteriously
attractive to all the young denizens of
the Muskoka, the great Northwest
where wages are supposed to be so
much higher and times so much better
than at home. A halo of the glory of
success shines about the returning
train-loads of eager young men.
schools in the Muskoka are
Hirly good nowadays, but even tho
I'.rls are not able to attend school very
ong in their teens unless there are
tlenty of younger or older sisters to
Assist with the household tasks and
\ook after the inevitable and numer
ous babies. The boys, alas! are usually
felzcd with "camp fever" Just as soon
Sa they are big enough to servo as the
look's assistant or cliore-boy of a lum
ber camp. Miranda Jenkins was the
middle sister in a family of nine, Fred
Portman was tho only son of his
mother and she a widow. This was
how it happened that while Miranda
was fairly well educated and reason
ably learned in the ways of tho con
ventional world, Fred still talked In
rather nasal fashion and did violence
to the English language. And Fred
loved Miranda so devotedly that he
had serious thoughts of "saving up"
and attending night school in To
ronto Just as soon as his mother had
been made comfortable, financially, for
B year or so, just because Miranda had
Fred, startled, lost his footing,
urged this course upon him.- For him
self, Fred didn't hanker after an aug
mented education at all. But when
Fred eamo back from the Northwest
for the last time Miranda seemed to
have suddenly removed far from him
by the new accession of quiet grace
and daintiness which had followed the
winter passed in Toronto, learning
how to make dresses.
Fred went right to work at tho "log
rolling" for which he was famous. The
log 3 were placed in the river about ten
miles "farther up" than the Jenkins
homestead and the farm which Fred
and his mother owned between them,
and it was Fred's part to keep them
from becoming caught and piled up in
the stream above the rapid* To do
this he danced from log to log, above
the seething, hurrying, hungry-look
ing water, and kept the logs moving
with a long, pointed pole. One day
Miss Stephens, the city girl whom Mi
randa had brought back with her for
a chance to see the grass grow green
in the meadows and the early violets
come up expressed a great great desire
to see the logs sent down the river.
She had watched them rushing madly
over "the slide" Just above the saw
mill In the nearest village several
times; now she yearned to see the
rest of the process. So Miranda's
father hitched the big gray roadster
to the spring buggy and the two girls
drove off together. And the city girl
gave a great gasp of wonder and ad
"Dld you mean what yon called?"
miration when first she caught sight
of the log-rolling.
"What a fine figure that man has—
the one out there in the middle of the
stream!" she exclaimed, to Miranda,
pointing to Fred.
"Yes," spoke out the subconscious
self which Miranda could have hated
an Instant later, "that's the man 1 am
going to marry."
"Oh! I didnt know you wore en
gaged!" cried the city girl, curiously,
and Miranda blushed with mortifica
tion over her mistake.
"Don't say anything about it at
home, please," she implored, eagerly.
"I'm—l'm not ready for tho other
girl 3 to know.
"Oh!" said the city girl, comprehend-
Inply, and silence fell between them.
Miranda, thinking to break the con
straint which fell with it, placed her
hands to her lips, suddenly.
"00-oo!" she called, in a voice clear,
sweet, and piercing. It was the regu
lar, pre-arranged, long-used signal
which had called Frod to her side ever
since they had been babies. Fred,
startled and astonished, threw up his
head and looked for the caller. In
that moment he lost his footing on
the uncertain logs and went down
among them.
"I've killed him! I've killed him,"
gasped Miranda, knowing well how
small was the hope of his ever fight
ing his way from beneath the grind
ing logs. But even as she said it his
hand appeared, clinging to the log
which was nearest. A comrade Jump
ed out on the logs and kept them off
tho etruggler's form, as best he might.
But the end o/ a great log, turning,
struck Fred's back with terrific force
and he all but lost hold. Then it was
Miranda called again.
"Keep up, Fred keep up!" she shouts
ed to him, her voice sounding out
high and ciear above the tumult of ex
cited men and waters. "For my sake!"
she added, imploringly, as his strength
seemed to waver. Then, as Fred was
pulled from the water, by eager, help
ing hands, and tossed ashore bodily,
she leaned her head on the city girl's
shoulder and cried. The city girl had
to handle the reins until they were
very nearly home.
It was nearly a week before the
bruised back of Fred permitted him to
be out of bed, but the first time he
was able to lide horseback he made for
the Jenkins homestead. lie arrived
there abnttf 8 o'clock la the evening,
and found the house all but de
serted. The little parlor had been full
and noisy but a few moments sooner,
but the city girl had descried the fig
ure down the road in the bright moon
light, and had suddenly expressed a
wish to visit the beaver meadow,
doubly flooded with moonshine and
spring waters. Almost everybody else,
as a matter of course, had gone with
her. Miranda was nervously pretend
ing to read a book, in solitary grand
eur, when Fred strode in upon her and
gently drew the volume from her
trembling hands.
"I can't wait any longer, Mirandy,"
he whispered. "I've got to know now.
Did you mean what you called to me
the other day—'for my sake,' you
know ?"
"I've been dying to ask you ever
since I came home, Mirandy," Fred
explained, a little later, "but you seem
so fine an' stylish now I thought
p'rhaps I'd better wait until I'd had
time to try an' git polished up myself,
a little. Soems, though, as if we
might as well be happy, meantime." •
And then Miranda, who had never
meant to be so meek when Fred "asked
her" any more than she had dreamed
of announcing the engagement before
it had had a chance to become an
actual fact, made this whispered con
fession.
"Fred, dear, it's only because I love
you so that I want you to study, be
cause I want to be prouder of you—
than I am now, even. And I love you
just as much (and this was about the
time that her girlish form went into
temporary but almost total eclipse as
Fred's stalwart arms closed around it)
when you say 'I be' and 'I ain't done
nothtn'' as if —well, as if you could
talk French and German!"
EXCITEMENT AT BEAUMONT.
A Spectacle In Texan, the Like of Which
In Rarely Keen.
"The spectacle to be seen daily at
Beaumont, Tex., just now," said P. J.
Curran, to the St. Louis Globe-Demo
crat, "is one of the most distinctively
American imaginable. Beaumont, pre
vious to tho discovery of the oil spouts,
was a commonplace, progressive littlo
place of about twelve thousand popu
lation. It was growing in tho regular
way, and everybody knew everybody
else. Now there are 25000 strangers in
the town, about two for each native
inhabitant, and the town has the ap
pearance of some kind of a show.
There isn't room for the people to eat,
nor sleep, nor move about. Two special
trains run every night to Port Arthur
and Sabine Pass to carry the drifting
population to points where they can
sleep and eat, and return next morn
ing. Different places of business are
given SIOO per month for enough space
to put up little real estate booths of
canvass, and people who don't manage
to get out of town tramp about all day
and then throw themselves down at
night on tho canvass they have brought
for the purpose of putting up tents.
But many of them don't have time nor
space to put up the tents, and sleep
under the open air on their tentage. It
is a scene of feverish activity, every
man who owns valueless property is
trying to sell for high prices, and every
man with a stake is trying to make a
fortuno out of it. Nearly all forms of
legitimate business have been sus
pended, and half the people seem to
have taken leave of their senses. It
will probably be a long time before
normal conditions are restored, and
the present indications are that Beau
mont will become one of the import
ant commercial centers of Texas."
An Appendicitis Club.
Seldom is the ruling passion for club
organization illustrated more pointedly
than in that weird association Just or
ganized up in Maine and destined, ap
parently, to go down the ages as the
first Appendicitis club. The club's
membership is graded into two ranks
—tho lower being composed of those
persons who have survived one opera
tion, and the higher degree those who
have survived two or more operations
for that uncalled-for thing, the vermi
form appendix. Those who have un
dergone the operation and have not
lived might be said to form the Club
Triumphant. The originator of the
club is W. F. Fernald of Old Orchard,
Me. In 1898 the doctors in the Massa
chusetts General hospital in Boston
took out Fernald's superfluous organ
ism, but failed to take his life, too.
Fernald was so grateful that he decid
ed to form a club of persons who had
been as successful as himself. The
association which he has formed is to
be organized by states, and to have
national conventions and all tho ma
chinery of a great party. —Chicago
Journal.
Mclbn's Tlrother In War.
A bright young volunteer, who has
just gone to South Africa as a mem
ber of the Marquis of Tullibardine's
Horse, is Ernest Mitchell, youngest
brother of Mme. Melba. Mr. Mitchell
was first intended for life on one of his
father's Australian estates, but that
not suiting him, ho took up the study
of music. He possessed a fine tenor
voice, and at one time it seemed that
he would some day sing Romeo to the
Juliet of his distinguished sister. But
he gave up music, and has now become
a soldier, in which calling his friends
feel sure he will distinguish himself.
Will Probably Not Sao.
The Detroit man that made $60,000
in stocks instead of SIO,OOO, owing to
the delay in a telegram, will probably
not sue the telegraph company.—ln
dianapolis News.
Strappings of nun's veiling, cash
mere, French batiste, organdy, linen
lawn, etc., will be worn on summer
gowns.
Wliy?
Why does the doggie bark, papa.
Why does the doggie berk?
The reason why, if you must know,
la that the little dog can't crow.
And so he has to bark.
Why does the rooster crow, papa.
Why does the rooster crow?
The reason why I'll tell to you;
Because the roo: ter cannot mew.
And so he has to crow.
Why does the kitten mew, papa,
Why does the kitten mew?
The reason why, I'm forced to say.
Is that the kitten cannot bray,
And so he has to mew.
Why doe 3 the donkey bray, papa.
Why does the donkey bray?
The reason for the donkey's bray
Is that the beast was born that way,
And so he has to bray.
—Exchange.
Jolly Lark* with Soap Hubbies.
Soap bubble fun has no particular
season. The beautiful fairy globes
that float about so airily, changing from
gold to purple and from primrose to
crimson, are just as entertaining In
the days of Jack Fro3t as they are in
summer time, or vice versa. They are
a never-ending delight, and the grown
up man or woman must indeed be old
and embittered with the world not to
onjoy a "bubble party." There is a
deal In knowing just how to make the
suds. A weak suds will create bubbles
that grow to only moderate size, and
then explode in a spray of soapy water.
Suds that is thick will be even worse,
since a large drop of the strong solu
tion will hang from the bubble, the
weight of which will cause the won
derful little sphere to crash and dis
appear. The best suds i 9 made by
molting a small piece of soap, strain
ing the mixture and adding warm
water enough to dilute to the proper
consistency. Suds that stands for a
day or two is usually better than that
freshly made. Foamy soap water Is
not successful. Any kind of a tube
will make bubbles. A common clay
pipe Is convenient, but a tin tube that
is larger at the bubble end will make
bigger bubbles. You have probably no
ticed that when bubbles fall upon soft
rugs or a fuzzy, woolly blanket, they
bounce lightly and do not break at
once. A bubble-bat can be made by
twisting wire the shape of a tennes
racket and weaving worsted across.
This is great fun. The bubble Is dis
lodged from the pipe or tube by a quick
upward movement. As it floats in the
air a bat catches it, tossing it up again
and again. It can also be made bo
stand on the edge or handle of the
bat. Did you ever see a bubble walk
a tight rope? It can be made to do
this trick like a trained elephant. A
piece of worsted is held in a slanting
position. A bubblo is blown, whisk
ing away from the pipe and sent float
ing down the tight rope. It will dance
and bounce, wafting friskily from the
upper end of the worsted down to the
lower end, where It will make a nice
flying leap to tho floor. Another In
teresting way of entertaining with
soap bubbles is to cut out a circular
disk of common writing paper about
tho size of a half dollar. Make two
pinholes In it and hang it up by a
thread. By keeping the disk moist,
the bubbles will "take hold" readily,
and may bo suspended in mid-air.
After a little practice you can hitch
bubbles to each other, tho first one
being attached to the disk, and you
will have tho prettiest little chain of
bubbles you ever clapped eyes upon.
A pretty effect can be had If you will
coax "father" or "uncle somebody" to
blow cigar smoke through the pipe
into the bubbles. Several bubbles can
be floated at once, all being kept going
by pouncing with the worsted bat. You
can "make believe" you are a magi
cian, juggling fairy globes. Try some
of those tricks with bubbles and see
how you like them.
Animal* That Faint.
When the little gray eat had been
brought to with camphor and lavender
salts the woman who had been Instru
mental in the resuscitation said:
"Well, that is the first time I ever saw
a cat faint."
The rest of the boarders laughed.
"Faint," they said. "The idea! That
wasn't a faint. Animals never faint."
"Then what ailed her?' 'asked the
woman.
The boarders couldn't tell, and after
dinner the woman went around to the
veterinarian's office and asked him
about it
"Of course she fainted," he said, ac
cording to the New York Sun. "It is
uot the fashion to eall the suddon in
disposition of a cat or a dog a faint,
but that is what it really amounts to.
In common parlance, when an animal
drops over Insensible the Illness Is de
scribed as a sudden rush of blood to
the brain, but the symptoms are prac
tically the same as in tho fainting of
a human being, and the remedies U3ed
to restore consciousness In the latter
case can be used to advantage In re
viving a fainted cat or dog. All ani
mals, of course, do not faint Neither
do all. human beings. But there are
degrees of sensitiveness In the lower
orders of creation just as In the human
race, and there is no doubt that there
are many animals of delicate organ-
Ism who are just as apt to keel over
as a man or woman. This is partic
ularly true of cats and dogs and birds
that are kept closely within doors, yet
fainting is by no means confined to
the domestic pets. Animals whosa
surroundings have prevented their be
coming versed in the polite ailments
of civilized life are given to fainting.
Monkeys, for instance, have their little
dizzy spells and topple over without
rhyme or reason. Even the larger and
more hardy animals have attacks of
weakness which no matter what they
may be called from a scientific stand
point, are really nothing more nor less
than fainting spells. I have seen
horses fall to the street in a faint so
neat that not even the most accom
plished woman of fashion could beat it.
These equine attacks must not be con
fused with staggei-3 and sunstroke.
They are fainting fits, pure and sim
ple."
"Go If, Tom."
Tom belonged to a settlement school
and the school had furnished most. If
not all the real happiness he had ever
known. Here the good In him was
developed until somehow he began to
forget the had. Ho was a sturdy little
athlete and won most of the races and
other contests of strength. Through'
various traits he had found his way to
the heart of his teacher and she was
always interested In his success. One
day arrangement had been mado for
a foot race. Several hoys were to run,
although everybody was sure that Tom
would win. The preliminaries were
settled, the race started, and tho boy 3
were oiT over tho course. Tom led
clear and free for about half the dis
tance, then, to the surprise of every
one, Johnny began to gain upon him.
Jim was Just behind Johnny and run
ning vigorously. Tom's feet seemed
to grow heavy and Johnny steadily
decreased the distance between them,
until finally he shot past Tom and,
with a sudden spurt, gained the goal
fully five yards in advance. Jim was
close behind, and he, too, sped over
the lino a little ahead of Tom, but
enough to give him second place and
to leave Tom out of the race.
"Why, Tom, what was the matter?"
asked the teacher as the defeated boy
eatno toward her with tears streaming
down hi 3 face.
His only answer was a sob.
"Tell me what happened, Tom?"
Tom dug his knuckles Into his eyes
to dry his tears and tried to tell his
story.
"I started all right, you know " .
"Yes, you led them all."
"But when I got half way there tho
boys began to call, 'Go, It Johnny,
your second.' 'Hustle, Jim, you'ro
gaining.' 'Run, Johnny, run: you'ro
most up to liim.' But nobody said, 'Go
It, Tom,' and somehow It got into my
legs and they wouldn't go;" and Tom
dropping to the ground In a heap, cried
as though his heart would break.
Moral; Many have failed In life be
cause there was 110 one to say, "Go
It, Tom."—Florence Milner In Amer
ican Boy.
Monkey Conßrngntlon.
The author of "Sands of Sahara,"
when visiting tho Gorge of China,
came upon a strange ceremonial
which, a native assured him, was an
unusual one. The gorge itself is liko
a grand sanctuary, canopied by trees
and lighted delicately by tho sun filter
ing through foliage. A remarkable as
semblage was there that day, a congre
gation of monkeys apparently holding
somo kind of service to which the
birds of tho forest gavo music. The
monkeys sat in rows upon the broad,
outstretching branches of the virgin
trees. They were In parties of two,
three or four, although one fellow sat
alone, like a decorous bachelor. While
most of them remained stationary, cer
tain patriarchal fellows passed about
tho areas of assemblage, sitting down
for a few minutes on the branches he
side different families of the parish,
seeming to give them counsel. Tho
ceremonies were conducted with the
greatest propriety. The monkeys
seemed to bo taking part in a service
in which they were deeply interested.
When it was over and they were about
to go out into tho world, the ruling
elders could be seen running about,
passing from treo to tree on tho in
terlacing branches; nor did the assem
bly break up until those evidently re
spected officials had visited and sa
luted tho eutlro convocation. Even
their departure wa3 mado most decor
ously. Then after that serious council
had adjourned, the monkeys fell to en
joying themselves. They scampered
from tree to treo. They swung from
branch to branch. Somo hung by their
tails and others. In little coteries, hand
in hand, enjoyed their mid-air frolic.
But the old bachelor did not clasp
hands with anybody.
EztloffuUhln? Nw ATalifll.
A new mahdl was lately reported to
have appeared In central Africa. His
powers of holiness had a remarkable
but short-lived repute. Unlike most
mahdls, he drooped under criticism.
At a conference of chiefs he was so
much disturbed by doubters that ha
said lie would rather not live any long
er. So he retired to a secluded spot
and simply died. The chiefs seem to
have conducted a post-mortem exam
ination without discovering any ordi
nary cause of death. When a China
man commits suicide at a neighbor's
house, that is supposed to be a crush
ing rebuke to the neighbor. It is not
stated whether the Uganda chiefs art
crushed or relieved.