. ra a oi^Pf ce STEVE CALDWELL'S vacation at North Harbor had not been profitable. He had not rested, had not found Ills affinity amongst the lawn-decked beauties of the place, was tired, remorseful and— "broke." Thursday, having counted his small change and telephoned home for enough money to pay his bill, he determined to leave on the Saturday night boat. He told himself that the summer girls of North Harbor had "worked him to a finish." He called himself "a mark," and vowed that thereafter he would "vacate" in some trackless, primeval forest, where the wiles of women penetrate not and where high balls and penny ante are remote and uncanny memories. Then he met Miss Glendcunin and the whole face of nature was changed. The dowdy little summer resort be came a paradise; he yearned to prolong his visit; the horizon suddenly expand ed, the skies lifted and he noticed the pungent perfume of young summer in the air. But he was broke—flat broke, and rhapsodize as he might about her beauty, her gentleness, her evident re gard for himself, he could not see any Si iin W ' A / ,1/ REMORSEFUL AND BROKE. way to cash oti the delirium. He had met her twice and was sure he had "made an impression." There could be no doubt as to what she had done, for Steve had not known her a day when he was telegraphing to his house for permission to extend his vacation. They sakl "No" very curtly, and he moped. Jerry Mowatt, who had come with Steve and who disapproved of his extravagance, saw ids friend's lower ing frown and asked, "What's matter, Stevie?" "I'm broke," said Caldwell. "Shouldn't be surprised. So'm I. But you're going home, aren't you 7" "Yep. Got to." "But you're sick of the hole, aren't you?" ■ "N-no—that Is, I'd like it if I could afford it." But when Saturday came and he had the check, just enough to pay his bill, Caldwell couldn't make up his mind to go. To brace himself for the test ho paid his last .$3 to the hotel clerk and the next minute wished he had kept it. lie couldn't go without another tete-a tete with Miss Glendennin. lie took a walk that led him down toward the beach past her cottage. Her mother was in the verandah, but Anne, his loadstar, was at a lawn fete. He moped back to his hotel. The next day was Sunday. Caldwell, worshiping from afar, saw Miss Glendennin and her mother go into the village church. He went in, too, and sat droning in a back pew during the dull service. When they came out he was on the walk, beaming, glorified with the reflected light of her countenance, i "Oil, we're so glad to see you, Mr. Caldwell," she said. "We're going to have a midday dinner at the hotel tired of our cottage fare, you know. Have you tried the Shelburne cuisine? They say it's wonderful." They were walking now, he holding her white lace parasol and she setting his heart afire with the flash of her twinkling, black eyes. "Would you honor me by coming as my guests to the Pines?" he said des perately, remembering that his ought to be good there. But old Mrs. Glendennin broke in with: "We'll be Jeligbted to be your guests, Mr. Caldwell, but won't you humor us by taking us to the Shel burne? It's all the same to you, I suppose, and Anne has her heart set on the music there. Haven't you, Anne?" And so to the Shelburne tney went, Steve trying to forget that he had less than a dollar, living only each succes sive moment in her presence, hectic with alternate joy and embarrassment, till they were well along toward the coffee. He urged the Indies to order this, that and the other—anything that would defer the catastrophe and pro long his rapture. On tenter hooks of delight and terror, at last he saw Mow att strolling across the verandah. He hailed his friend as a deliverer, and .Terry was soon chatting with them. No, he would have nothing; he had just dined; he was going for a sail with the Hildebrandts. Steve winked, grimaced and In a dozen ways tried to send him wireless telegrams of distress —financial distress—but Mowatt, curse him, either could not or would not see them. Matters were becoming desperate. Steve saw the waiter making out the bill. He excused himself a moment and tried to walk jauntily as he ap proached the cashier's desk. He ex plained that he had "left his money in his other suit." Was he a guest of the Shelburne? No. Then the cashier was "very sorry to say, but," etc. Steve grew red and gray by turns, but he went back to his table and sat like a graven image for a whole minute. Then he twiddled his watch chain i furiously for another minute. Miss Glendennin, who sat next to him, no ticed the ruby Chinese ring he wore on the chain and leaned over to examine It Here was a brief but priceless oasis in the desert of his troubles. He felt the pressure of her perfect hand upon his arm. He caught the vague fragrance of her ebon hair. But Mow att came around suddenly, shook bands with Steve, and said good-by. Cald well could have throttled him as he stood an instant grinning into his face. ! It was evident that Jerry understood the awful predicament his friend was j In, and was deliberately deserting him. | But the economical villain gave Steve I no chance to say a word, much less to make a quick and dexterous "touch." He bowed grandily to the ladles and was gone like a flash. As Caldwell turned round he caught a fleeting look of puzzled curiosity up on the expressive face of his idol. "She's on to me," he thought, and blushed like a schoolboy. Mrs. Glen dennin was getting nervous. The waiter had brought the finger bowls long ago and was skulking near a pil lar with anticipation of a liberal fee. Steve's right hand wandered aimlessly Into his trouser's pocket. "Eighty-five cents, count 'em," he thought, grimly biting his mustache. Then his fingers stole up into his vest pocket. He felt n hard, round bit of metal, clutched it, looked at Miss Glendennin and turned purple. He pulled out a $lO gold piece and tried to look his gratitude at her. He suc ceeded in looking foolish, but she smiled faintly and sighed with pleased relief. The old lady noticed nothing. Steve paid the bill and gave the bob bing waiter a dollar. When they walked into the cool air Caldwell felt | as a man feels whose reprieve is de | livered at the gallow's trap. He was : sure now that Anne, his Anne, was an angel. Sucli tact, such sympathetic acumen, such considerate regard for his feelings, his dignity, his vanity! He told her, in a whisper, that site was a goddess. In the evening he found that Jerry was yet out on the water, so lie borrowed a $lO gold piece from lite hotel clerk and hastened to his tryst with Miss Glendennin. It was midnight when lie returned to his room and found Mowatt in pajamas smoking a pipe. Jerry, said Caldwell, "I'm going to marry that girl—yes, Miss Glendennin, if I can, and I think I can. You didn't see that I was broke to-day at dinner, did you? Of course not. You found it easy to go blind, deaf and dumb all at ouee. But I forgive you. Do you know what she did? She saw Z was In a fix about settling the bill and she managed to slip a $lO gold piqge into my pocket while she was examining this watch charm. I'd die for a woman like that, Jerry." "But are you sure? How do you know?" "I made her admit it to-night. Ff-st she said no, of course, and tried to get angry when I insisted on paying bet back, but " "But what?" "Finally, when she saw that it would grate on my pride to resist longer, she look hack her ten." Mowatt smoked furiously for five minings. Steve, speechless with ex citement, began to lose his temper, "Well," lie bawled at last, "aren't you going to say a word?" "Steve," drawled Mowatt, lolling hack in his chair, "if 1 were you I wouldn't have anything to do with— Anne—Miss Glendennin." "Why?" snapped Caldwell. "Well, she bunkoed you out of that ion, that's all." "But don't you see it was her ten, I was paying it hack. She put it " "No, she didn't. I slipped that ton Into your vest pocket myself."—John H. Itaftery, in the Chicago Record- Herald. Safest of All Safe Places. Tlie fact that a nod iu one of our great hospitals is the safest of ail safe places for any one who is ill has been driven home among the working classes in London by personal experi ence. The people who know best, those who have again and again been in the hospitals themselves, are found in an ever-increasing crowd bringing up their ( sick to be cured, and clamoring lot admission.—London Hospital. Thick ita Leavea. ] In Liverpool, which Is the densest 1 and unliealthiest district iu England, I the population is 03,823 to the square I mile. pga^fTFTcrO P, PVSTRJ^^| The artesian well at Grenelle, Paris, took ten years of continuous work be fore water was struck, at a depth of 1780 feet. At 1259 feet over 200 feet of boring-rod broke and fell into the well, and It was ilfteen months before it was recovered. Allow of 900,000 gallons per day is obtained from it, the bore being eight inches. The English cotton manufacturers, who have for so long a time depended an the United States for their raw ma terial, have raised a guarantee fund of ,$250,000 for the purpose of promoting the cultivation of cotton within the British Empire. It is believed that the plant may be successfully grown in many places, particularly in some of the regions that England has acquired in equatorial Africa. Major Austin, who made a journey from Omduruian to Mombasa, recently read a paper be fore the Royal Geographical Society in which he said that wild cotton grows freely near the Akobo River. When we need oxygen gas for the calcium light or for medical use we must now buy it from a manufacturer, compressed into heavy iron cylinders. It is possible that in the future we may be able to make it as we want it, says Success. M. Jnubert, a French chem ist, has devised a substance that he calls "oxylitb," which consists of cer tain of the higher oxids of the alkaline metals. When water is poured on this substances oxygen is produced from calcium carbid in the ordinary acety lene cycle lamp. This property makes It possible to devise n simple generator which will produce fresh oxygen just when it is needed, and only as long as it is needed. M. Jaubert was led to j his invention in the course of an at- J tempt to make a simple renewer of air i for submarine boats. Part of the scheme of preparation for the assumption of Japan's part as a world power, and supplementing the extraordinary activity of the Mikado's naval agents, is the provision of facili ties for building ships without the aid of foreign countries. The most difficult consideration has been to secure a com plete armor-plate mill, hut according to recent advices, the deficiency has now been made up by the purchase of a plant in England. The mills fur pished are among the largest in the world. No other mill, it is said, has rolls of equal diameter, namely, forty eight inches, and with these it is pos sible to deal with an ingot direct from the furnace and to dispense with the intermediary process of squeezing un der an hydraulic press. The English engineering fraternity is congratulat ing itself on having secured this valua ble order. The Salmon. Whether we consider beauty of form and color, garaincss, food quality or abundance and size of individuals, dif ferent members of this group stand easily with the first among fishes. The Salmonidoe are confined to the northern hemisphere, and north of 40 degrees they are everywhere abundant where suitable waters are found. In North America alone not fewer than sixty-two species and sub-species are now recognized by ichthyologists. Some of the species, especially the larger ones, are marine and anndro raous, living and growing in the sea, and entering fresh water only to spawn. Such are the five species of salmon of the west coast of America. Still others live in the small rivers and running brooks, entering lakes or the sea as occasion serves, but not habit ually doing so. Such are some of the species of trout, of the genera Salmo and Salvelinus. Others, again, are lake fishes, approaching the shore or entering brooks In the spawning sea son, at other times retiring to deeper waters. Of these are the whitefislies and herrings of the Great Lakes and northward.—From The Mystery of the Salmon, by Barton W. Evermann, in Outing. The Old Surf Hatli. It is not so many years ago when surf bathing of a very primitive kind prevailed at the eastern end of Long Island, and, for aught I know, at other points. Every Saturday morning or afternoon, as the tide willed, through out the summer, big farm wagons trundled down to the beach and were swung around abreast of the line of breakers. Old fish houses served the purpose of modern bathing pavilions, and the sea costumes were those of last year's village street. A long rope was drawn from under the seats and hitched to the wheel, and then some sturdy ex-whaler or life crew man, in red lianuel shirt and old trousers tied at the ankles, slipped his wrist through the loop at the end of this primitive lifeline, and, wading out, kept it as taut as circumstances permitted, while the women and children hung to it and revelled and wallowed and shrieked, rejoicing in their "Saturday tub."— From Surf Bathing, in Outiug. Eccentric Dunkard I'antor. There took place nt Hancock, Md., recently, the funeral of Rev. Jacob Weller, an aged Dunkard preacher, who had been pastor of one of the village churches for more than forty years, during which time he never ac cepted a salary or other compensation, and never took up a collection. Ho married more couples and bap tized more people than any other Dunkard prpafher. He was an orator of unusual gifts. ft> is said that he never wore a cravat. AMERICANS LIKE FROG 3. > They Now Eat Twice a Many ae the French, So Cafe Proprietor Sayi. "The eating of frogs' legs is consid ered a la Franeaise," said an up town restaurateur, the other day, to one of his guests, "but as a matter of fact more frogs at the present time are killed for the table in this country than In France. I have no means of estimating how great the business of killing frogs for the market has grown In this country, but 1 am warranted when I say that twice as many are served for the American palate every day as on the tables of the French. "In France the frogs are raised for the most part in what have been termed froggeries. Here they grow in our creeks and ponds, nnd are caught by the hook or speared. By the way, did you ever undertake to catch a frog?" "Never did," answered the guest. "It is great sport," replied the pro prietor of the cafe. "Ycu think that you have got a whale on the end of your line. A fly or a piece of red rag will do for bait, and for that mntter the bullfrog will grab at anything red with more avidity than an animate ob ject. He Is like his nnmesake in his inclinations toward this particular j color. But when you have him on the ! hook don't let him drop into the water again, or the chances are that he will get a foothold and It will he impossible ' to extricate him. I have often hauled j In a bullfrog which had In his mouth the broken ends of old hooks and other i similar reminders of past attempts on his life. "Much of the old-time aversion to tile bullfrog has been overcome by a better knowledge of the little animal. Indeed, i he is not half as had as he has been ! made out to be. It has been said that he lives on flies nnd insects. The 3ame thing can he said of chickens and all kinds of birds. I am sure his habits are not as indiscriminate and uncon ventioual as that of the hog. and the Americans have become famous for the raising and eating of pork."—New York Tribune. WISE WORDS. A teacher is not a taskmaster. Good things always grieve bad men. The man who thinks leads the crowd. An iron key may open a golden door. Some men are born with the brakes set. Heroes never see themselves in the glass. Deep digging must go before high building. The love is not faultless that falters at a fault. The stream of life rises not above its source. Culture is not character, out charac ter is culture. Logic will not illumine until it is on Are with love. You cannot estimate a man's message by the size of his mouth. The heart within to resist evil is better than a fence without. The only thing that comes to the man who waits is the dust from the processions. The problem is not to get an educa tion out of politics so much as to get education into the politicians.—ltam's Horn. Statues of Queen*. There are three queens commemor ated by statues In the city of London- Victoria, Anne and Elizabeth—though most Londoners would be puzzled to find the clligy the last named. Anne is left untouched in her lonely splen dor in St. Paul's churchyard, says the London Chronicle. The llgure of our late queen at Temple Bar is being cleaned by the corporation, as is also that of her son and successor at the same place, and it is to be regretted that, while their loyalty leads them to brighten the obstructive column which bears these statues, it is not strong i enough to Inspire thein lo remove that beast that never grew (or that bird that never flew) which crowns it. It is. however, sad that at the church of St. Dunstau's in the west, only a few yards off, the greed of seat letters will pro vent tlie kiug from seeing the tine old cfiigy of one of the most famous of his famous predecessors, great Elizabeth. Probably Edward VII. will regret that a three-guinea seat blocks his view of the sister of Edward VI. Some Miracles. Miracles happen every day Once upon a time I gave to a friend a fox ter rier that had a predilection for chasing carriages and barking furiously at them. One day a wheel ran over his right hind leg, nnd for seven months he hopped on the other three members. Expert surgeons were unable to restore the use of the injured limb. But the accident did not cure him of his evil habit, and with one leg in the air he continued to annoy passing drivers. Finally a horse kicked him on his left fore leg, breaking the bone below the knee. When this was put in splints he had remaining only a right fore leg and a left hind leg for locomotion. Then came the miracle! Being deprived of his left fore leg he suddenly discov ered that the long inactive right hind leg was as good as ever, nnd forthwith proceeded to use it as if it never had been hurt, chasing curriages as usual. In time the left fore leg healed, and to day Mr. Fox has four perfectly sound legs, and is the ]>et of the neighbor hood.—New York Press. Swethin's Death Kate. Sweden's last census records the low est death rale yet attained by a civil ized nation. During the last ten years it only averaged 10.49 per 1000.—Phil adelphia Public Ledger. She Ventured. She ventured in the briny deep A little while ago. And yelled for murder, fire, police!— A crab had pinched her toe. And though at that momentous time Her screams were plainly hoard. Yet when a lobster squeezed her waist She didn't say a word. —Judge. A Family Treat. 4, 1 hear you were 'hard hit' when you met Miss Cashley". "Not half as hard hit as I was when I met her father."—New York World. A Philosopher. "Say, don't alius be worryin' about yer next meal! I.ook it me! I'm alius cheerful tinkln' nboul my last one!"— New York Journal. Worldly Wisdom. Father—"ln choosing a wife, one should never judge by appearances." Son—"That's right. Often tbe pret tiest girls have tbe lest money!"— Puck. Pair of Them. Canvasser (entering office)—"l would like to see tbe manager." Proprietor—"Which one—the office boy or the typewriter?"— Chicago News. The Real Article. "He is a true philanthropist." "He gives a great deal of advice." "Yes. But he is usually ready to accompany his advice with enough cash to put it cn a working basis."— Washington Star. Near to Nature'* Heart. Professor Bugliunter—"Don't you love tbe primeval forest, Miss Poppy bat?" Miss Poppy hat—"Ob! Of course, Professor! But then I think a park is much more stylish."—Puck. Netting: For Himself. Customer—"l want fifteen yards of netting." Clerk—"For mosquitoes?" Customer—"Naw, y' idiot! F'r my self. Th' mosquitoes have got enough comforts already."—Baltimore News. Itelan null Kuln. Mrs. Kranlc—"Yes, I'm fond of pets. I have five cats and four dogs that just rule my bouse." Mrs. McCall—"Ah! I've often heard of 'reigning cats and dogs.' These must be tbe ones."—Philadelphia Press. Hl* Suggestion. "How can I make my boarding house more popular?" asked Mrs. Sawedge. "You might," replied the star board er, squaring up a bit of steak, "you might advertise it as furnishing all the advantages of a gymnasium."—Detroit Free Press. One on George. , "And now, George," said tbe blush ing but practical maiden, "since every, thing is settled and I have consented to share your lot " "Yes, durliug!" "Perhaps you'd better see about hav ing a bouse put on It!" Baltimore News. Worse Yet. "I don't suppose there's anything that makes a woman more angry in glancing over the report of a social function at which she considered her j self a prominent guest than to find her name left out." "Unless It is to find her rival's name left in."—Philadelphia Press. Identified* "Golly "WOg? Not a hit of it. Why, (t's Brown's new motor, with its speed shield on and himself behind it."—New York Commercial Advertiser. Distrustful Father. "Herbert lias a lovely disposition," said Ethel "Yes," answered Ethel's father. "Herbert's disposition is too lovely. 1 shouldn't like to trust your future to his hands. He is the sort of person who will bo imposed on without result ing It. I have known him to go to a ball game and not want to fight tbe umpire when be gave an unjust de cision against the home team."—Wash ington Star. Tbe liest Melons. Tlie best melons are not always the largest. Many o£ the varieties grown are for shipment to market, and must, therefore, hecesßorlly possess thick rinds. A good melon should he very sweet, and should not be stringy when sliced, nor should the rind be very thick. The best flavored cantaloupes are the small ones. Novel Cold Storage rlnn For Apples. We had a large bay tilled to breast girt with hay and a big straw stack out in the yard. Not knowing what to do with the apples, we concluded to pile them on the hay and cover them with straw. We made a pyramid of apples in the middle of the mow, drew straw aud tilled up to the plates, tramp ing it well around the outside. We j left the apples alone until May 8 and overhauled them. They were in much better condition than we expected to Jj And them. There were not many*® lotted. Altogether the rot aud shrink age amounted to about ten per cent. They were shipped to a commission house in New York aud sold for $3 per barrel.—New England Homestead. Care of the Blackberry* The olackberry patch is often a source of disappointment to those who do not understand the nature of the plant The average beginnner consid ers It very importaut to encouruge the growth ol' as many new canes as possi ble for the following season's bear, ing. This tends to weaken the parent roots at the expense of the fruit. Only a few new canes should be allowed to grow to each new plant during the season. Select those most thrifty in appearance and cut all the rest out. . When they become weakened from I lack of pruning or cultivation apply top dressing of well rotted hen manure or hardwood ashes. Cultivate If loca tion of patch will permit, and if not, mulch heavily.—C. B. Barrett. In The Epitomist. Cultivating Peaches* The peach is one of the best fruits, yet it is very difficult to grow fine peaches. When I was a small boy my father had about 300 peach trees on his farm, and the fifth year they began to die and in three more years they were all dead but five, and they looked sick ly. 1 took all rocks from a potato patch and piled them around one of those peach trees, when It became thrifty and bore line fruit for twenty years. Now we cultivate our peach or chard until the trees are four and five years old, and then we make a rock pile around them, pluclng the rockA carefully as not to injure the barkT aud we always have fine, healthy trees and good fruit. I don't know whether the rock would have the same effect on different soils, but we think it would.—A. N. Horn, in The Epitomist. Birds and Fruit. I The farmer docs not complain about the pay he gives his hired men. He realizes that to get their services he has to compensate them for their labor. The birds, however, are sometimes begrudged the fruit they take, though they have been working In his Interest in destroying larvae, insects and bugs for a long time before the fruit has ripened. Even when they are taking their pay in eating cherries, berries, etc., they are still destroying insects, and their stomachs will be found to contain a large percentage of this kind of food. It Is only a small percentage of th(H| large family of birds that offends iu / this respect. Chief among them is the catbird, robin, cedarbird, and oriole. A farm would be poor indeed that could not afford some fruit in payment for the song of the robin, the cheerful scolding of the catbird, the pretty, quiet ways of the little cedarbird and the brilliant plumage and song of the oriole, particularly as most of the time they work hard for their living.—ll. E. Ilaydoek, in New York Tribune Farmer. Benefit* of Thinning Fruit*. The benefits derived from thinning fruits may be briefly summarized as follows: First—Thinning preserves the vitalitv of the tree by lessening the production of seed. Second— Thinning, if systematically and persistently done, will cause the. tree to bear crops more reguarly. OlfjL years are In most cases due to the fact that the trees nre allowed to over-bear one year and during that year, few, It any, fruit buds can be formed. Most kind of fruit trees cannot produce a large crop and mature fruit buds at the same time. Third—Thinning lessens the loss oc casioned by rot and other fungus of in fection by contact. It also in a meas ure prevents the appearance and the spread of diseases by permitting better ventilation and drying of the fruit in side of the trees. Fourth—Thinning will produce larger fruit. Fifth—Thinning will produce a better fruit by admitting more sun light into the tree. Sixth—Thinning tends to ripen up th ( . I fruit more uniformly. ] Seventh Thinning will produce a more salable and higher priced fruit by reason of the increase in size, higher color and general appearance. Eighth Thinning will preserve the shape of the tree and prevents the breaking of overloaded branches.— Maryland Experiment Station Bulletin No. 83,
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