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The discontented worries of a mo
rose person may very likely shorten
his days, and the general justice of
nature's arrangement provides that
liis early departure should entail no
long regrets. On the other hand, the
man who can laugh keeps his health.
To the perfectly healthy laughter
comes often. Too commonly, though,
as childhood is left behind, the habit
falls, and a half smile Is the best that
visits the thought-lined mouth of a
modern man or woman. People be
come more and more burdened with
the accumulations of knowledge and
with the weighing responsibilities of
life, but they should still spare time
to laugh.
A recent Census Office bulletin
sbows that 37.3 per cent of the coun
try's population, or 23,411,008 people,
live in cities and towns of more than
4000 population. Tex. years ago tho
percentage of tho urban population
was 32.0, or slightly less than one
third. In another ten years, at this
rate, nearly one-half of the American
people will he deuiiens of towns. Tho
productiveness of our agriculturalists
has been in the meantime enhanced
by a multitude of labor saving inven
tions, so that fewer and fewer men
are needed on tho farms from year to
year. Those who are released from
drudgery in the tields fly to the cities,
Where they become consumers of har
vests and contribute to the diversifi
cation of our vast national scheme.
The thrifty farmer feeds them all,
comments the Philadelphia Record.
Parens and teachers are noticing
and commenting on the fact that chil
dren have made wonderful progress
in geography iu the last three years.
War has done this. It has stimulated
tlx.' desire for knowledge, and the at
las has been frequently consulted to
learn the relative positions of places
and geographical names involved in
battle. Though this is particularly
true with children, it also applies to
grown persons. Many both in school
and out would have had to acknowl
edge great ignorance of the Philip
pines, West Indies, the Transvaal and
China three years ago, while now
they are able to draw tolerably cor
rect maps of these places from mem
ory, and speak familiarly the names
of provinces and towns of which they
did not know the existence, much loss
the location, two score months ago.
Surely a Gentleman.
In far-otf years Sir Walter Seott vis
ited the first Lord Plunkett, who was
tuen Lord Chancellor of Ireland, and
was taken to see tho ruins of the
Seven Churches of Gleudalough, oua
of the sights of Ireland.
One of the most romantic spots is
St. Kevin's Bed, a cave which requires
a scramble over rocks to enter. Sir
Walter, in spite of his lameness, pene
trated the "shrine," an old peasant
Woman lending him a willing hand.
On the return, the Lord Chancellor
asked her if she knew how great a
man she had assisted, adding, "He is
Sir Walter Scott, tho illustrious poet."
"Begorra, your honor," the old
woman replied, "he's no poet! He's a
gintleman horn an' bred—for hasn't lie
he left in me hand a piece of silver?"
Truly, there is more than one way
of knowing a man by his works.
RHMIH May Atiolbh not NoLlllty.
At presi. Nt the Czar's subjects are
divided Into four general classes—the
nobility, the clergy, the inhabitants
of the towns and those of the coun
try, says a St. Petersburg correspon
dent. The nobility Is itself of two
kinds,. hereditary and personal. An
officer acquires life nobility on acquir
ing a certain rank in the army or
navy. Those who attain the rank of
colonel in the army and of captain In
the navy become hereditary nobles. It
Is most probable that when the pro
posed reform of the Russian system of
class organization takes place the no
bility will cease to exist r.3 a separate
olass In the nation
Vn ordinary piano contains a mile
of piano wire.
MICE, SILENCE AND CLOOM.
("Mice, Silence and Gloom" is Dr. Edward Judson's descriptive summary o£ the
occupants of most churches during all but a few hours each weea).
; We clubbed together, we raised the Three hours of worship; one hundred and
money, fifty
| We built a temple to God. The church is a bolted room,
iWe hired a preacher with doctrine sunny— That we, in worldly affairs so thrifty,
j For we have outgrown the rod. Give over to mice and gloom.
And three hours Weekly (in pleasant We're not contented with two per cent,
i weather) As a worldly measure of gain,
• We use the family paw; We sometimes wApder: Is God content,
;We chafe a little at even this tether, Or is it the gift Cain?
j And that must certainly do. —Church Economist.
ITOM CORNWILER'S TUMBLE |
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|X? By L. T. Bates.
t r V BELIEVE that hoy has climbed
I every tree in the township,
I leastwise, the worst ones," said
Mrs. Cornwiler.
"Deary me! I should he afraid he'd
break his neck," said Mrs. Millwaite.
"I don't see where he got It," said
Mrs. Cornwiler, boldly.
"He got It from you, that's plain,"
said Mr. Cornwiler, boldly.
"From me! Why, just climbing a
fence makes me almost dizzy!"
"Your father was a sailor," said
Cornwiler, "and his father was top
man In the navy under ol<J Commodore
Preble. Tom's inherited their climb
from you."
"I suppose a sixteen-year-old boy is
more trouble than a fourteen-year
girl," said Mrs. Millwaite. "My Clara's
a comfort."
"Whenever Tom's wanted—" began
Mrs. Cornwiler.
"A good strong hoy Is wanted pretty
often in a new country," interrupted
her husband. "Sometimes it gets tire
some to him."
"Whenever Tom's wanted," persist
ed Mrs. Cornwiler, "he generally lias
to he found in a tree-top. It wears out
his clothes dreadfully."
"That is a bother," said Mrs. Mill
waite. "Now Clara wears her dresses
longer than any other schoolgirl of her
age."
While this discussion was going on
Indoors, Tom was going off outdoors.
Mrs. Millwaite's visit gave him a
chauce to go fishing. He put a hook
and line in his pocket, intending to
cut a fish-pole ou the way, and trust
ing to find fat, white bait-grubs in old
logs. He owned a sharp, one-hand
hatchet, which he thrust under his
buckskin belt.
A quarter of a mile from the river
he came to a familiar tree-stub. It
had been a forest giant, but some
storm had broken off Its top, leaving
its great trunk thirty, feet high. For
est fires had consumed the fallen top,
and deeply charred the huge trunk.
Tom struck it with his hatchet-head.
To his surprise it sounded hollow—a
mere slielL He was immediately curi
ous to know if it was hollow all the
way up, and the only way to ascertain
was to climb it.
A more uninviting stub to climb
could not be found. It was very
grimy, and too smooth and large to be
clasped by either arms or legs; but
Tom sought a thicket and cut the
longest tough withe he could find.
He wrapped this about the stub, and
fastened its two ends securely to his
belt with strips of strong hark, mak
ing a hoop somewhat larger than the
tree. Leaning well back, he walked
bis moccaslned toes right up, raising
the hoop by quick jerks.
The tree was hollow. Tom sat on
the edge with his feet dangling out
side, ns steady of nerve as if upon the
ground. When his curiosity was sat
isfied lie slipped off the loop to retle
It more to suit him. An incautious
movement broke a hit of the edge, and
disturbed his balance. He made a
violent move to recover himself. More
edge crumbled inward, and down he
went Inside, head and heels together,
like a shut jack-knife. One hand held
to the hoop, pulling it after him. Head,
back, hips and legs scraped down the
long tube, carrying fragments of rot
ten wood and a dusty cloud.
Tom struck on a deep, soft pile of de
bris, into which his doubled-up body
plunged breast and knee-deep. The
concussion shocked him breathless and
set his noseblending copiously, and the
: 'Vust ami blood hindered the recovery
j his breath. Although he was not
I ,lite unconscious, it was long before
I i stirred. The back of his head had
I ecu severely raked, and rotten wood
! Vas ground into all ids lacerations.
When, at last, lie began to try to
j nove, he found himself wedged in.
j vainly he wriggled; he could hardly
Stir, and could neither lift himself nor
jet his legs down. His hips, bnck,
1 and all the muscles of his legs ached
| and pricked intolerably from strain
and checked circulation.
He could not resist crying; but being
a lad of good courage, endurance and
resource, be soou began a systematic
effort for release, packing the loose
debris down as firmly as lie could with
his hands, at the same time pressing it
away all around with his body. This
exertion caused greater ache, but he
persisted resolutely. By and by lie got
his hatchet out of his belt, and
struck it. after a dozen efforts, so firm
ly into the wooden wall that he could
hang Ids weight to it with one hand,
while lie worked the debris under him
with the other. He gradually enlarged
Ills space sufficiently to allow the
bending of his knees. After that he
was not long in getting his body up
and feet down, so as to sit cramped
on one hip, with both feet nearly level.
Exertion, pain, and the pressure of
returning circulation made his pulse
throb and bis head swim, and lie
lapsed intosemi-uncouselousuess. llow
long this lasted he knew not, but when
he began to struggle again he was in
Hack darkness. A few stars shone
calmly down his wooden well, hut he
could work only by feeling about with
his hands. He felt exhausted, hungry
and weak, but he kept on working till
he managed to stand erect Then,
after feebly kicking and pushing de
bris to fill up the hole where he had
been, he curled himself ns comfortable
as he could, and slept a blessed though
troubled sleep.
He dreamed that he heard a rifle
shot, and that Ban was harking excit
edly and his father hallooing. Rut his
sleep was so profound that a dream
could not rouse him.
After a long time he stretched out
His sore heels hit one wall, his sore
head the other. This time the pain
roused him to a renewed sense of his
situation. He sat up, stiff, lame all
over, weak, gnawed by hunger and
thirst hut still undismayed and re
sourceful. A little thought and a trial
convinced him that weak and sore as
he was, It would be a vain waste of
strength to try to elitub up the difficult
inside of his prison.
"There's always more than one way
to skin a eat," he reflected. "I've got
to get out of this somehow; that's all
there is to it." He ran a thumb over
the edge of his hatchet "Pretty sharp
yet Too light to chop easy, and no
room to swing it hut it'll cut a hole,
give it time."
Scraping uway the rotten wood, he
selected a place where the wall seemed
thin, and began hacking. Progress
was slow. At first his stiff muscles
and sore body hurt acutely, but this
pain wore away as he went on. The
wood, charred outside and very dry,
was hard and tough. Although it was
a sunny day, and his eyes had adjust
ed their vision to the dimness of his
pit, he could hardly see where to
strike. He dared not pry out large
slivers, for if edge or handle of his
hatchet should break, he might never
get out. His awkward position and
the one-hand work tired him rapidly,
and he suffered occasional cramps.
During one of his frequent rests he
heard Ban barking loudly outside.
"Good dog! I'm coining!" he shout
ed.
The dog hayed frantically, leaped
against the tree, scratched, whined,
tore the wood with his teeth, and be
gan digging furiously between two
great roots, evidently intending to tun
nel under to his young master.
When Tom did not appear for sup
per, Mrs. Cornwiler began to fret, but
not much, for he was often late. After
supper, with no Tom to do the chores,
Mr. Cornwiler grumbled, 'but did them
himself, saying:
"Come, now, wife, the boy probably
lias a good excuse. He's pretty regu
lar, considering." _
By bedtime Mrs. Cornwiler was
anxious.
"I'm sure he's lying hurt somewhere
in. the woods, fallen from a tree; or
maybe lie's got lost."
"Pshaw, now, Edith! Tom couldD't
lose himself anywhere in this county
tlie darkest night that ever was; and
he doesn't know how to fall from a
tree. He'll be home nil right pretty
soon. Likely he's hindered by some
thing he thinks important."
At ten o'clock Mrs. Cornwiler was
Insistent and Cornwiler less confident.
He proposed to take the dog and
search.
"Maybe he's at one of the neighbors.
He'd stay, of course, If he could be of
any use. Anyhow, Ban'U track him.
Blow the horn if he comes home while
I'm gone."
Ban, being told to "Go find Tom!"
set off joyfully, wagging his tail. He
led Cornwiler straight to the charred
stub, and harked, leaping against it.
Cornwiler looked the stub all over.
There were no signs of Tom. He
called, and fired his rifle. There was
no reply. He supposed the stub solid,
but thumped it Unfortunately the
blow struck where the shell was thick,
and where Tom had packed the debris
hardest inside. It sounded solid. Mr.
Cornwiler thought that Ban had fool
ishly tracked a squirrel up it, or per
haps a eoou had been there and gone.
He dragged the dog away, ordering
him again to "Find Tom!" Ban in
stantly ran back to the stub, and
whined and scratched, hut Mr. Corn
wiler pulled him away.
Ban then led Into n thicket, and
here were signs—a slender pole cut and
trimmed, a bitternut sapling peeled of
two strips of bark. Tom had been
there. The sapling was slender for a
fish-pole, but Mr. Cornwiler thought
that must be It The strips of bark
meant strings, but what Tom wanted
of strings he could not conjecture.
Having concluded It meant fishing, he
uurried to the river, his anxiety con
siderably increased. Tom was a
strong, cool swimmer and knew every
foot of the river. There were few deep
places, and no really dangerous places.
Mr. Cornwiler searched a long time,
but found no trace of Tom, and Ban
seemed puzzled and not much inter
ested. After midnight Cornwiler be
gat \ a terribly anxious inquiry, rousing
neighbor after neighbor. No one had
any tidings. Mr. Millwaite dressed,
toolt his rifle, and accompanied Corn
wiler. Mrs. Millwaite, notwithstand
ing her depreciation of Tom, went to
cheer and comfort his mother all she
could.
Millwaite suggested going first to
the chnrred stub. "You know Tom's
been there," he said, "and it's the
right point to start from." As soon
as they arrived, Ban began whining
and scratching about the stub. Corn
wilcr sternly ordered him off, and the
poor dog, probably supposing it was all
right, reluctantly obeyed. Both men
believed the stub solid, and that Tom
had merely come and gone. The news
of the lost boy spread, and by sunrise
a dozen men and boys were scouring
the woods.
After getting breakfast and doing
the housework, Clara Millwaite, who
had heen thinking, concluded that
Tom must, after all, be at or near the
charred stub. "A dog never mistakes
in such matters; men do," the sensible
girl reasoned. She would go and take
a look for herself.
"If Tom is there he'll be hungry and
thirsty," she thought, so she put a
generous breakfast aud a bottle of
new milk in a bark basket.
Ban went home with Cornwiler and
Millwaite, who wished to see if Tom
had taken liis fish-line. They found
it gone, and their delusion as to the
river was confirmed.
Thinking Ban of no service, Corn
wiler left liim at the house, and the
dog immediately returned to the stub
and resumed his barking. Clara heard
him, and hurried to reach the spot and
Judge for herself of the dog's behavior.
She arrived just as Tom drove a long
sliver through, and put out his lingers
for Ban to lick.
In a few moments more he had the
aperture sutlicieutly enlarged for Clara
to pass in the bottle and slices of food.
Tom drank first—a long, thirsty pulL
Then how he did eat! with the appe
tite of a starved wolf and the gratitude
of a generous-minded boy. Clara bade
him give her the hatchet, anil while
lie ate she hacked with the skill and
strength of a pioneer girl. As the
wall was now pierced they could chop
the edges of the shell and make faster
progress. In half an hour Tom was
able to squeeze through.
What an object he was! Bloody,
griuiy, and covered with rotten wood
from head to heels! Even Ids lialr
was plastered with gore and dust.
Clara gathered leaves and helped him
clean it off as well as he could, but it
would require severe scrub baths, and
a week's healing to make him present
able.
While they walked home she rallied
him about his appearance, suggesting
that half the township, especially the
ladies, would be on hand to meet him.
But Tom said he guessed that as long
as she had seen him in this condition,
he could stand being looked at by the
other ladles.
As for Ban, he was so absorbed that
evening with the unusually large bono
given him that he quite failed to hear
Mr. Coruwiler's compliment.
"I allow," said Mr. Cornwiler, "that
when it comes to woodcraft, I haven't
got half the sense of that dog."—
Youth's Companion.
Where Economy Fails.
Men like economy in their domestic
arrangements, but If there is one wom
an most of them fear and despise it Is
the wretch who has ail sorts of re
cipes for making cheap dishes but of
scraps. She comes lluttoriug into the
domestic dovecotes early in the day.
"My dear Mrs. 8., such a recipe—the
cheapest, most dee-li-cious dish im
aginable. Any housekeeper can make
this salad. An old gum shoe or rem
nant of machintosh dressed with oil,
vinegar and papoiku, or cream and
lemon juice. lam confident your hus
band will go wild over it." She is
right. lie does. He goes so wild that
after the doctor had gone home in
the night und he is resting easy he
asks who gave the recipe for that
salad and vows to shoot her on sight
if ever he gets out again. If the men
of the neighborhood had their way
they would put a large dose of poison
in the stocking of this fiend who
teaches wives how to make palatable
dishes out of gum, broken umbrellas,
furniture polish and soiled awnings.—
Louisville (Ky.) Times.
Hut Tips.
The hat of the modern American is
a more or less direct descendant from
the ancient helmet. The shape of a
derby could have been evolved from
nothing else, and it has little save tra
dition to recommend it It is not
beautiful or comfortable, as compared
with the cowboy's soft felt hat or the
cap of the European peasant. It does
not keep the cars warm, nor stay on
with any degree of success; and it goes
out of fashion every season, reappear
ing later in a slightly different form.
Its sole recommendation is the tradi
tion that it is the proper headgear for
a civilized and enlightened man; and
when it Is cocked op one side on the
head of a rowdy it does not make him
look either civilized or cultured.—
Washington Times.
Hungry Hears Destroy a Kuilroatl*
A logger named Johnson, who has
a logging camp somewhere near Deep
ltiver, away down the Columbia, was
in town looking for engines and wire
cables to pull the logs cut out to the
tramway. He has been using horses
for this work, but says he will have
to use engines hereafter, as the bears
tear up his skid roads. The grease
used In the skids has attracted the
bears, which not only lick the skids
clean of grease, but dig them out and
ruin the road in search of the grease
which has been absorbed by the earth.
He says the bears pursue their mis
chievous labois chiefly in the night,
and he cannot stay up nights to shoot
them.—Morning Oregonlan.
HEREDITY AND HEALTH
THE VIEWS OF FAMILY DOCTORS
AND LIFE INSURANCE MEN.
Modern Theories as to thn Possibility of
Inheriting Disease—The New lteliefin
llegard to Tuberculosis—lnsanity is
Not a Bacterial Disease.
Upon few questions have medical
mou been so divided as upon the possi
bility of inheriting disease. Opinion
on this subject has undergone much
change within the last fifteen or
twenty years, but even to-day doc
tors are not unanimous on the sub
ject. Then, again, there is another
class of scientific people who theo
rize regarding the phenomena of phys
ical life, and conduct laboratory exper
iments. These men call themselves
biologists, and they are unquestion
ably a learned lot. Yet their conclu
sions are often different from those
reached by the physicians. In gen
eral, it may be said that biologists
incline to accept Weissmann's doc
trine that acquired traits cannot be
transmitted to progeny, while medi
cal men, though differing as to details,
have more or less confidence in the
possibility of inheriting physical in
firmities.
The discovery of bacteria as the
cause of most maladies has had a
revolutionary influence upon the old
doctrine of inheritance regarding tu
berculosis. Once it was believed that
a whole family was hopelessly doomed
if either of the parents died of this dis
ease. "Wo have ripped that notion
up the back," said the medical ad
viser of a leading Insurance company
the other day. 'Tlithisis is a contag
ious disease, and results from associa
tion with a victim of that trouble. I
should sooner look for it in the hus
band than in the child of a woman
who was thus affected."
The doctor tvho passes on the appli
cations made to another company put
the case less radically. lie attached
some importance to the fact that par
ents had died of consumption. Even
granting that it is purely a contagious
malady, offspring sometimes appear to
Inherit a susceptibility or an abnor
mally low power of resistance to It. It
is asserted that even when the chil
dren of tuberculosis parents are wide
ly separated in their youth, and grow
up apart, a larger percentage of them
develop the disease than that of other
people's children. The preponderance
is not marked, perhaps, but there are
those who believe that it exists. This
same expert remarked, however, that
formerly his company did not regard
a man reasonably safe from inherited
consumption until he was forty years
old, whereas they would take him now
with little hesitation at thirtv-ilve, if
he then showed no signs of the mal
ady. Both theory and practice are un
degoing slow changes on this point,
apparently.
Insanity is not regarded as n bacter
ial disease, and yet It has a physical
basis. The brain undergoes local or
general changes in structure. The dis
order cannot be acquired by associa
tion with other victims of it, but many
experts believe in the possibility of in
heriting a tendency to insanity and its
first cousin, epilepsy. Doctors recog
nize what tuey call the "insane dia
thesis" or a predisposition to insanity,
and then take a good deal of stock in
the notion that this is an inherited
weakness. Most life insurance com
panies discriminate sharply against
applicants whose ancestry exhibits
two or three cases of insanity, or one
of insanity and one of epilepsy.
Cancer is another nflliction which
was once believed to be transmissible
to offspring, but that view of it is now
almost entirely abandoned. Occasion
ally there are cases of death from
this cause In mother or father and son
only a few years apnrt. But, sugges
tive as such a coincidence is, doctors
do not all interpret it alike. One of the
leading life Insurance companies of
tills country, which puts its terms up
where consumption or lnsanily ap
pears in the parents* or grandparents'
history, ignores cancer except in the
applicant himself.
Those are tlio throe diseases to which
the most attention Is given by those
companies In considering the Infirm
ities of parents nnd grandparents.
Still, It is asserted that lack of long
evity, Brlght's disease and other
signs of weakness appear to be char
acteristic of some families and not of
others. There Is little evidence of the
Inheritance of a predisposition to apo
plexy. Indeed, this trouble, which Is
due primarily to a weakness of the
walls of the arteries, lins been found
to be about equally characteristic of
persons whose weight is abnormally
great and those who are abnormally
light.
A great deal has been written of al
coholism and heredity. Some of the
expressions on this subject are ex
travagant aud misleading. It is par
ticularly interesting to note whether
drunkenness or other moral failings
develop in parents before or after
their children were born. In the lat
ter enso heredity would seem to afford
an Inadequate explanation of bad hab
its or disease. Nevertheless, there is
much evidence that in one way or an
other Immorality affects offspring. It
does so chiefly by Impairing the phyl
cal stamina of the latter, and rarely
by causing any special disease In
surance companies pay little attention
to alcoholism in the parents of appli
cants, not because they have no faith
in its Influences, but because they can
recognize the latter in undersize,
light weight, nervous weakness or
other peculiarities of the children.
Such characteristics serve as a more
useful guide.
I'erbnps the firmest believers in the
old Mosaic declaration about the "sins
of the fathers" are medical practition
ers in towns of moderate size, family
physicians who know "vandparents,
parents :/ J children socially as well
as professionally. Their observation
almost Invariably convinces them not
only that moral Infirmities are trans
lated into physical weakness In the
second and third generations, but also
that maladies which are in no sense
related to immorality sometimes leave
their impress on the young. Very
often this effect Is nothing more than
a predisposition, which, once recog
nized and dealt with in time, may be
skillfully antagonized by diet, exercise
and environment. —New York Tribune.
' BLIND MERCHANT IS HANDY.
Carl Wells Never Saw tlie Light, Yet is a
Successful Grocer.
There is a small store on the corner
of South avenue and Clover street,
where are sold ice cream, canned
goods, "package groceries," and the
various other tilings which go to make t*
up the ordinary stock of such an es
tablishment. There are hundreds of
other stores in Syracuse exactly like
this one, but it is unique because of
the personality of the storekeeper, a
young man of twenty-one, who is to
tally blind.
If you were to see Carl Wells mov
ing briskly about, waiting on custom
ers and never making a mistake in
finding the right article or in making J
change, you would find it difficult to
realize that the world has been dark
to him from the hour of his birth. Al
though his father and mother are both
endowed with eyesight, a strange fatal
ity seems to hang over their children,
for Mr. Wells has a brother and a sis
ter also afflicted with congenital blind
ness In the case of all three, the op
tic nerve is paralyzed, and no light af
fects the retina, so that the blindness
is quite irremediable.
"There is a long Latin name for It,
Dr. Brown told me, but I don't remem
ber it," said Mr. Wells to a Herald re
porter. "Hut then, of course, I don't
miss my eyes as any one would who
had had them nnd lost them. When j
I was a child I made up my mind that
I must learn to do things for myself,
for if you wait for some one else to
help you, you generally have to wait
a long while, and I am fortunate in
having a strong sense of location. I
always put my own goods in their
places on the shelves and then I don't
have the least difficulty in finding
them. Once I know how the outside
of any special package feels, I know,
It for keeps. Of course, if some one
were to disarrange my work and put
things out of place, I should be com
pletely lost."—Syracuse Herald.
Abandoned SCIIOOHIOUHO to n Ghost. '
A ghost has received official recog
nition in the action of Trustee Jesse
Martin, of Jackson township, of Car
roll County, Ind„ when he gave a con
tract for the erection of a new school
building in the Walnut Grove district.
Several years ago Amer Green was
lynched by a mob for the murder of
his sweetheart, Luelln Mnbbltt, the
hanging faking place at a walnut tree
in the Walnut Grove schoolyard. Since
then the children have been filled with
superstitious terror in regard to the
place, and the once large school dwin
dled to two pupils last winter, and
after a few weeks' effort to get others
to attend, school was dismissed.
Strange stories were told about the
place. Green's ghost was reported to
have been seen, and the teachers re
ported that they lieai'd unexplaiaable
sounds about the building. The wal
nut tree, before then a large and
thrifty one, never bore foliage after
the lynching, and stood a bleak re
minder of the tragedy.
No teacher could be found to accept
the school for next winter, and in re-'
sponse to the insistent demands of the
patrons a new building will be erect
ed a short distance away, the old site
being abandoned.—lndianapolis Jour
nal.
Quick Work Might Solve It.
A lady was recently reading to her
young son the story of a little fellow
whose father was taken ill and died,
after which he set himself diligently
to work to assist In supporting him
self and his mother. When she had
finished the story, she said:
"Now. Tommy, if pa were to die,
wouldn't you work to keep mamma?"
"Why, no." said the little chap, not
relishing the idea of work. "What
for? Ain't we got a good house to live
in?"
"Oh, yes, my dear," said the mother,
"but we can't cat the house, you
know."
"Well, ain't we got plenty of things
in the pantry?" continued the young
hopeful.
"Certainly, dear." replied the moth
er, "but they would not last long, and
what then?"
"Well, ma," said the young incorrigi
ble, after thinking a moment, "ain't
there enough to last till you get an- i
other husband?"
Ma gave It up—Answer's.
f Carried Kitten. With ni. Teeth.
Stradley is three years old and tt
polite young man, as is indicated by
the fact that he gravely doffs his hat
when meeting a woman witli whom he
is acquainted. He also believes that
in some things nature's way is tho
better.
A family of kittens came to Strad
ley's home, much to his delight. He
carried one of the kittens about with
him nnd marveled much that the kit
ten should cry.
The other day he saw the mother
eat carryhig a kitten in her mouth,
nnd a great light broke on Stradley.
That afternoon he walked solemnly in
to the house, holding a struggling kit
ten firmly between his teeth.
"Why. Stradley," said his mother,
"you should not carry poor kitty that
way."
"No?" said the little man, and then
added: "Why. It's mamma does."—
, New York Mall and Express.