The fact that wealth doesn't always
bring happiness doesn't make us any
more satisfied with poverty.
The electric car and the rush for
scats has brought in strange manners
such as once were associated only with
the demoralization caused by fire or
shipwreck, asserts the Christian Regis
ter.
The Belgian Government has just is
sued a statistical report showing that
the population of Belgium is the
densest in Europe, there being 005
persons to every square mile, as
against 410 in Holland and 34!) in Eng
land. There are still over twelve per
cent, of Belgian soldiers who can
neither read nor write.
National airs are seldom made to
order. The committee of the Society
of the Cincinnati may select a tune
of merit from those submitted and
award its medal. It is another thing
to get the people to substitute the tune
thus approved for the glorious melody
which they know as "America," ex
claims the Philadelphia Press.
The business of making collars and
cuffs, according to the showing of the
census returns, appears to be a New
York State monopoly. Out of fifty
seven establishments in the United
States fifty-four are in New York, turn
ing out a yearly product valued at
$15,534,4(11. The output of the three
factories' in other States is only $57,-
138 per year.
The immigrants arriving now have
a low rate of illiteracy. Last year
sixty-two per cent, of the adult Syrians
who landed at the port of New York
could neither read nor write. The
rate of illiteracy among southern Ital
ians was fifty-five per cent, and among
the Greek immigrants twenty-one per
cent. Among the Polish immigrants
It was thirty-one.
The Galveston News remarks that
every farm is a factory in which na
ture is the boss. The soil and seed are
the materials and the farmer is the
workman. These workmen should be
as skilled in their trade as is the ma
chinist, the printer or the steelmaker.
It is come to pass that farming must
be done in the most scientific manner
in order to insure success.
The returns of official experiments on
living animals shows that during 1901
257 licensees performed 11,045 experi
ments. In Ireland ten licensees per
formed 237 experiments. The report
consists of fifty-four folio pages, gives
a great variety of fruitless detail re
garding the licensees, and is, to quote
the British Medical Journal, "a monu
mental record of how the state may
hamper science, and how jealously the
grandmother of parliaments protects
the liberty of guinea pigs to the detri
ment of the overabundant taxpayer."
From Chicago comes the news that
woman has conquered still another
field, over which man formerly reigned
supreme. She is now employed in the
stockyards in Chicago, the last place in
the world that one would expect to
find her. To be sure, she does not ac
tually slaughter the animals, but even
that may come in time. In the pack
ing and canning factories some thou
sands more will find positions. The
work is light, is technically called
"kitchen work," and consists in the
cutting of dried beef, packing of cans,
stuffing of sausages, etc.
It is impossible for young people to
marry in Germany without the consent
of their parents or legal guardians.
Certain prescribed forms must be gone
through, or the marriage is null and
void. When a girl has arrived at what
is considered a marriageable age her
parents make a point of Inviting young
men to the house, and usually two or
three are invited at the same time, so
that tilt attention may not seem too
pointed. No young man, however, is
invited to the house until after he has
called at least once, and thus signified
his wish to have social intercourse with
the family.
"What's in a name?" Well, there
seems to have been at least Twelve
Thousand Dollars In this name. Ac
cording to a dispatch from Springfield,
Mo., Vassar College Is to receive $12,-
000 under the will of Louise Frisbie,
because Lumas W. Holmes, of Spring
field, to whom the money was left
on condition that he change his name
to Friable, refuses to change. The
will was filed a year ago, and the sin
gular condition was given some notice
in the newspapers at the time. Holmes
had a year in which to make up his
mind whether lie preferred his ances
tral name or the $12,000. He has now
decided for the name, and Vassar will
get Xfie money.
A long and weary day,
The holiday of doubt,
Glad was 1 when it went its way,
And when the stars shone out;
For never from its frowning skies
Came peace or rest in any guise.
.What freedom for my soul,
What uplift for my prayer,
What larger views, what shining goal
On moorlands, waste and bare?
What wonder that I breathed at last
Thanksgiving when the hour was past,
!ms'- j^mscsnn
" * •>- omm
£ T SEE tlie smoke of Ojo Cali-
I ente, Jim," said the sheriff,
| lifting lils fagged pony with a
swing of his bridle, "the line
1b only five miles off now. See yonder,
those bare mesqultes on tlint mesa?
That's Mexico."
Jim looked down at the hoof-prints,
and, striking his Jaded broncho with
the spurs, said: "If he don't get a fresh
horse at Ojo Caliente, cap, we'll catch
him In less'n two hours. He's down
to a fox trot now."
"There isn't a horse In Caliente,
Jim. I think he'll stop there. llow
many shots have you got, Jim?"
"Seven, cap."
"And four for me. That ought to
fetch him." And they floundered over
the hot dun hill und down into the
squat, red village of adobes.
But with all ills hard riding Captain
Early's heart wasn't exactly "In" this
man hunt. He knew Ed Tilbury—had
sat In with him at Silver City, Santa
Fe and El Paso, served in the same
posse with him the time Captain Crews
and his rangers crossed the Rio after
the rustlers, but murder was murder,
and it was "up to" Early to bring Til
bury in. Six aces In one deck wus re
garded as stealing, even In Las Cruces,
and when Ed unloaded his forty-five
Into Biff Hickey, popular opinion sided
"KOW'S HIS CHANCE FOR A SHOT."
with Tilbury and most of the boys
disappeared to avoid posse duty. But
it was different with Captain Early
and his two deputies. Two hours after
Tilbury hit the trail for the border
they were hot after him with fifteen
rounds apiece, good mounts, and no
idea beyond the Inevitable necessity
of bringing back the "murderer" dead
or alive.
But Tilbury had one of those Cana
dian River horses, as fast as a coyote
ir. the sand and a demon for rough
going. Ed rode him in the spring from
Wichita to Okluhoma City, and "gal
loped him clean across the panhandle,"
then to the Pecos Valley and across
the range hills to Las Cruces. So the
fugitive's horse was seasoned. But
Early and his men changed ponies at
Poultney's ranch, roping out their own
stock because the outfit was away
on the drive, and ran Tilbury to cover
before dark in n dug-out by the iron
spring. They got the worst of this,
however, for the rascal winged Jim's
horse and cut a streak across Early's
that sent the beast as lame as a barn
yard duck. As for Thoroughman's
pony, it died at the first shot, and the
deputy walked back to Poultney's as
mad as a rattlesnake.
But Early and Jim clung lo the trail,
and now, as they rode into Ojo Cali
ente, a cluster of weather-beaten hov
els of mud, they saw Ed Tilbury at
the far end of the single street, stand
ing by a stranger, and in the shadows
beside him. almost tottering against
the wall, the staggering, dust-covered,
exhausted horse that hud carried him
TWO DAYS.
A brief but sunny day,
The day of song and toil,
Was it some nngel came nay way,
And touched with holy oil
My eyes that could no more look out
Upon the barren wastes of doubt?
The threads run to and fro,
The wheel of labor turns,
But in their throbbing mist aglow
A light effulgent burns.
Faith trims the lamp and bids me vie
Horizons that I never knew.
—Boston Transcript.
sixty miles toward freedom. But be
saw them and was up in a second, his
rifle swinging down at them as he rose
in his stirrups and the game horse
plunging forward as with final des
peration.
"He must have ammunition to burn,"
grunted Jim as a bullet whizzed
through his pony's mane, but Early
hnd fired twice mid missed before they
came alongside the startled stranger.
"Have you got a horse?" the sheriff
was yelling. The stranger looked up
and said, quite slowly: "Yes, sir. That
Is, I did have one, but I sold It to the
—to the man you are shooting at. See,
here's the money." And the young
fellow showed a wad of bills In (lis
hand. Jim grinned a minute without
taking his the vanishing mur
derer, who was blundering out across
the sand toward the South, but the
sheriff swore as be roared: "Fetch out
your horse, quick. You've sold It to an
outlaw. I'm Sheriff Early and I've
got a warrant for that fellow. Quick,
the horse!"
But the stranger, who looked like a
boy, though Ills face was brown with
tan and freckles, ran round Into the
sheep corral and in another moment,
mounted on a bold-golug buckskin
horse, his Winchester ready in Its scab
hard, came charging after the fugitive.
"He's for getting the reward him
self," shouted Jim.
"Waif! Walt!" bellowed Early.
But the fnst-ridlug youngster, un
slieatiling his rifle, looked back with
a grin and cried: "I'll get him, cap!
I'll get him!"
"I'urty game for a kid," said Jim.
But Sheriff Early was furious.
"I'm an ass for telling him. He'll
kill Ed or get himself killed!"
As they struggled over the bowlder
strewn trail and slipped haunehwise
down into the valley far off on the op
posite hill, they could see Tilbury, still
looking back, his rifle ready, and be
tween him and the Rio Grande only
a mile of knee-deep sand. Then the
staring sands of the dried river bed
and liberty! But between them and
the outlaw rode the boy on the buck
skin horse. Each stroke of the nimble
hoofs sent a fountain of dust Into the
air, each stride brought him nearer to
Tilbury and the back-pointed Win
chester.
"Now's his chance for a shot," said
Jiin, watching the murderer flounder
ing up onto the crest of the final hill.
"He couldn't miss him now!"
"He's just loading his gun," cried
Early. "See him? He's out .of the
dust. Hear it!"
And they saw the white puff of
smoke, and then, echoing sharp and
quick, from wall to wall of the slate
fronted mesas, the crack of the volun
teer's weapon.
"Got him, by Jove!" laughed Jim. "I
seen his cayuse drop, cap!"
As they sow the fugitive's pony drop
and Tilbury scramble to bis feet tb
sheriff and Jim abandoned their own
exhausted beasts, and, seizing their
weapons, rushed up the steep hill for
the capture. But the youth on the
horse went gamely forwurd, faster and
faster, till he, too, topped the ridge
and disappeared in the wake of the
dismounted outlaw.
"It'd be murder to kill him now,"
panted Early.
"It's him or the kid, I guess," an
swered Jim, and, with dust-smeared
faces and bodies muddy with saiul and
sweat, they gained the outlaw.
Far down below them, just breast
lug the shallow pool of the dwindled
summer river, they saw the buckskin
horse bearing two riders toward the
Mexican shore.
"We're done, ain't we, cap?"
"Done? We're skinned, stuffed and
basted by a blamed kid! That's what
we are."
Jim stooped over the dead Canadian
—Tilbury's worthless hostage to the
law—and said:
"Wonder why the kid killed it, cap?"
"Just a bluff, Jim. Cunnln' of him,
wasn't it?"
And the sheriff sat down on the
corpse and rolled a cigarette, watching
Tilbury and his pal disappear into the
chaparral which lined the haze-dimmed
shore of the "land of mauana." They
didn't say much as they walked back
weary and defeated, to Ojo Callcnte,
but when they came to the red, warped
railroad station and talked to the
squint-eyed agent he told them that
the stranger, the curly-haired, brown
cheeked hoy, had come to town but an
hour or two ago.
"He didn't seem to know nobody,"
explained the agent, "and the on'y
thing I know is I lienrn him hoss
tradin' with that there chap you was
chasin', just a few minutes 'fore you
all rid up and begun sbootin'."
Sheriff Early and his deputy loafed
about tbe station till half an hour be
fore the east-bound local came along,
and then the agent handed him a small
yellow envelope, with;
"Either o' you men 'Captain Early'?"
And the sheriff read:
"Tilbury's wife on buckskin horse
short cut to Caliente. Men's clothes.
Frank Hlekey."
"From Biff's brother," said Early,
handing the dispatch to Jim.
"She's a brick!" grinned tlie deputy.
—John H. Itaftery, in the Chicago
Becord-Herald.
Flowers of the Swamp.
What a wealth of rarely beautiful
wild flowers there are in the swamps
and meadows even In July, says Coun
try Life In America—the vivid beauti
ful eardiual, the false sunflower, or ox
eye, thelanee-leavedorfragrant golden
rod, the thimbleweed, the bulb-bearing
loosestrife, hardback, the early purple
aster or cocash, the iron-weed or flat
top, the arrow-leaved teartliumb, the
spearmint, native wild mint and pep
permint,the Maryland figwort or bee
plant, the great lobelia or blue cardinal
flower, the graceful brook lobelia, the
soft, feathery, tall meadow rue, the
poisonous water hemlock, the blood
thirsty, round-leaved sundew, the
wicked strangloweed or common dod
der, the gorgeous Turk's cap lily, the
queer snake-liead or turtle-head, the
fragrant bitter (doom or rose-pink, the
attractive meadow beauty or deer
grass, the sea or marsh pink, the marsh
milkwort, the marsh St. Jolinswort,
the white alder or sweet pepperbush,
the boneset or thoroughwort, the climb
ing noneset or hempweed, the jewel
weed, the pnle touch-me-not, the giant
St. .Tohnswort and two exquisite
orchids, the yellow-fringed orchids and
the white-fringed orchids. The lowest
and the highest, the showy and the
sober, all await to surprise him who
searches.
Old Acre and Appetite.
Sir Henry Thompson deprecates in
creased eating as a means of keeping
up the strength of those who are ad
vancing in years, and particularly ob
jects to the repeated and general use
of concentrated forms of animal nour
ishment for the aged. Over-nourish
ment in old age is apt to lead to pains
and aches due to the Impairment of
excretion, and n long protracted course
of overfeeding will end in an attack
of gout. Even artificial teeth are not
to be considered an unmixed blessing,
for by a provision of nature the teeth
begin to decay and become useless just
when the system begins to thrive with
out much animal food of coarse fibre.
Indigestion, says Sir Henry Thomp
son, is mostly not a disease, but an ad
monition. "It is the language of the
stomach, and Is mostly an unknown
tongue to those who are addressed."
It means that the Individual has not
yet found his appropriate diet. "There
is no food whatever which is whole
some in; itself, that food only is whole
some which Is so to the Individual."—
Baltimore Sun.
Expenses of tlie White House.
Aside from the President's salary
and the expense of keeping the White
House in repair, it costs the Govern
ment only about $05,000 to operate the
establishment. Of this amount $50,000
is expended in the salaries of the thirty
men on the executive payroll, says the
World's Work. These range from a
Secretary to the President, with a sal
ary of SSOOO a year, down to messen
gers and doorkeepers whose pay Is In
some iostanees perhaps one-tenth that
sum. This remaining $15,000 defruys
all the other expenses—the replacing
of wqyn-out office furniture, typewriter
repairs, stationery and feed for tbe
half dozen horses m the White House
stubles. Of course the executive office
fins the benefit of many economies be
yond tbe reach of the thrifty merchant.
For instance, all official mail Is
franked, saving appropriately S2O a
day. Special telegraph and cable rates
are also secured.
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lie Punched the Hear.
THE overland train we caught
at Florence, says "The World's
Work," was tilled with vaca
tion seekers picked up all the
| way from Boston to Denver, most of
them on their way to California,
though one hunter of big game with
whom we talked had come up from
New Orleans to go into the Idaho
Mountains from Missoula, ambitious
to kill a grizzly. A whole party were
exultlngly going back to their last
year's camp,
j "Finest spot in the world," said one—
which was not quite true, because that
spot we found later many miles front
Meeker, whither he was headed. He
went on:
"No mosquitoes; air's too thin for
'em! Plenty of elbow room! There's
n million camps in these mountains,
near the railroad; ladies, kids an' all
that. Nice enough; they have a bully
time. But we like room! Trout! An'
deer! An'—say, 'Billy,' tell 'em about
the bear."
j "Billy" wouldn't. He blushed.
Amid the unchecked laughter lhat rang
through the smoking room, he could
not save his face. We were mounting
the Continental Divide to the Tennes
see Pass. Outside the Arkansas boiled
| over its jagged bed, and all the won
ders of red and orange and purple
cliffs made a foreground for vistas,
dissolving as we rounded curves, of
mountain behind mountain sloping
gently skyward or soaring in sheer
perpendicular lines to the clouds. East
I to the Atlantic the Arkansas hurried:
beyond the watershed ten thousand
feet high, toward which we climbed,
| we should burst from the long tunnel
to run beside the Eagle and the Grand.
! whose waters reach the Pacific.
| " 'Billy' found an Indian's tsail—
didn't you 'Billy'?" good naturedly
i jeered the one tbey called "Perk,"
j "You see, he thought it was an In
! dian's, a barefooted Indian's," said lie
expansively to tlie rootrf in general,
"but it was a bear's"—he said it
"bearr's," being a native of Wiscon
sin. " 'Billy* was death on bears. He
used to tell us how his uncle killed a
grizzly out Oregon way with a lead
pencil—eh, 'Billy'? So 'Billy' took a
Winchester an' went hear hunting.
•Fore he got us to help lie chased his
Invisible, but trembling, quarry—let
me see—six weeks, I think, it was."
I "Three days," said "Billy,"
"At last," went on tlie story, "wo
went out together and beat up a neck
of woods where 'Billy' said Ihe hear
had its nest; he said it was a grizzly
with fourteen rattlgs. 'Billy' himself
sat waiting at the upper end. And we
did start the beast. We caught a
glimpse of him now and then—like a
black pig scuttering through tlie brush,
j "He shot out of the bushes into
'Billy's' open like a waddling sky
rocket, and, not seeing 'Billy,' ho sat
up to look back. But 'Billy'! His eyes
bulged out like' marbles. I tell you,
gentlemen, his hair rose so fast his hat
went up like a clay pigeon from a trap.
He dropped his gun, and In two strides
he waded into that bear dead bent for
Kaiser. Excited? He kicked, he
punched; he kicked again. His uncle,
with the lead pencil and the grizzly!
was nothing to 'Billy,' bare handed,
j mauling that seared, black, half-grown
I cub. It wasn't ten seconds before the
bear found tlie mill too hot—he was
no prize fighter—and while 'Billy'
chased liim into tlie woods, 'rocking'
him with everything lie could reach,
we rolled on the ground and laughed.
When we came up to 'Billy' he was
sitting on the grass with his logs stuck
out In frout, looking at the rifle—he
had picked It up. And crying!"
| "Most of that's a lie," said "Billy,"
"liut I guess I did forget the gun,"
and, brightening a little, "I landed him
a couple of good ones, though." And
; we all joined the mighty laugh that
i went up.
Two Hcropß.
A story of a dog's loyalty and a hoy's
1 love that makes life seem richer, finer
1 and Infinitely more worth while was
recently told in the New York Commer
cial Advertiser.
A small boy, very ragged aud far
from clean, was meandering along
119 th street, near Eighth avenue, the
other evening, whistling through hi?
fingers from time to time to a dingy
little eur that nosed about the door
ways for some dainty droppings from
the morning's garbage can. Tlie boy
carried a huge parcel of old clothing,
and did not look as if the picking of a
lione or two on his own account would
go amiss.
Every now and then the dog would
trot back to his small master long
enough to sniff his bare legs reassur
ingly in acknowledgment of the peri
odical whistling.
Presently a great mastiff, wild with
the thought of an hour's freedom,
bounded down the steps of an apart
ment house and came into violent col
lision with small boy and bundle,
knocking one flat and roiling the other
Into the gutter.
Quick as a flash the hungry little eur
was at the great dog's throat. He was
hardly half the size of the mastiff's
head, liut for ten seconds lie did bnttle
not unworthy his big enemy, putting
all the love and loyalty of Ills homeless
little heart into this attack upon the
giant that had assailed his master.
Instantly, iiowevev, the boy was on hto
feet, calling hlin off, and the mastiff
walked soberly on. Evidently he had.
understood the matter perfectly, ap
preciated the cause of the little cofc*
iretemps, and let it pass after the man*
ner of his magnanimous kind.
"Good doggie!" said the boy, re
leasing one grimy hand from the bun
dle long enough to pat the head of the
breathless little dog, who greeted
acknowledgment of his services with
ecstatic waggings of his sandy stump.
But there was a sequel. It chanced
that this particular cur had some time
since been bereft of one eye; and now,
as he crossed the avenue, the oncoming
car was at its blind side, and the "L'*
overhead wiped out all surface sounds.
Boy and bundle were half the width
of the street behind him when a swerve
of the motor-man's hand gave the car
a headlong plunge. The fonder was
hardly half a foot from the uncon
scious dog when his master, quick as
a flash, dropping ids load, with one
spring seized the dog round his lank
body and bounded on the fonddr, cling
ing like a crab to the sagging steel
hands. Then, as Ihe car slowed up
with a screech and a growl from the
brakes, master and dog descended and.
raced back for the bundle again. J
Neither seemed to regard the incl- r *
dent as anything unusual; it was all
in the day's work of outwitting a fate
that kept both at their wits' end to
stand off starvation and other shapes
of death.
Treed by a ltuck.
Olcn Bowles, of Costollo, Pa., will
never stop again to be Gooil Samaritan
to a deer in trouble.
He works for the big tannery com
pany there. He was in the woods one
day last week looking over a baric
contract.
Passing along an old woods roail be
saw a fawn lying In n clump of bushes.
As the fawn did not move be walked
up to it and found that It was bleed
ing from an injury in its shoulder.
With the intention of taking the .
wounded fawn home with liirn and doe- ,
toring it. Bowles was stooping to lift
it up in his arms when the frightened
little animal began bleating piteously.
It had scarcely uttered Its first cry
when Bowles heard a commotion in
the brush, and looking up saw two
deer, a big buck and a doe, bounding
toward him.
The buck had on a tierce front, the
bristle oil his neck standing erect and
his eyes blazing with fury. Bowles
hastily climbed a tree. He got out of
range of the bnck just in time to es
cape a savage lunge from his horns.
They took the fawn away into the
wood. Tile buck, however, stayed
right nt the foot of the tree mid
pranced and snorted around it nt every
move Bowies made, keeping him there
until long after dark.
When lie thought the buck had gone
away Bowles slipped down out of
tree and started to put behind him \
ihe throe miles that lay between that
spot and home as quickly as ids legs
would le thim. He hadn't gone fifty
yards, though, before the buck was
after him. Dodging from tree to tree
Bowles made his way along until a
man answered his cries for help. Then
the lmek abandoned the eliase.
The settler who wont to Bowles'
rescue said the buck was a terror of
that neighborhood and known to the
hunters as Old Golden.—Sua,
Struggle With a MuHkallonge.
Charley Dunlap one day had a strike
from a twenty-pound muskallonge. lie
had n hand line. Early In the struggle
the fish adopted as lis tactics a per
sistent dashing in a circle that took it
around the boat. Its purpose evidently
being to get a hitch of the line 011 the
boat so that it might tear itself loose.
The peculiar tactics of this muskai- I
lougo kept Dunlap twisting and turn- '
ing round and round In his bont to pre
vent the tlsh from fouling the line.
The lake was rough under a stilt wind,
and the frail canoe threatened to cap
size before Dunlap could conquer the
muskallonge.
At each circuit the muskallonge
made. Dunlap succeeded ill getting the
fish nearer, and then lie suddenly dis
covered that he was unable to make
another turn himself. Glancing down
at liis feet he discovered that in his
rapid twistlngs and turnings he had
wound the line round and round his.
ankles and lie was pinioned by it there.
This was an added danger, for if by
some unlucky move the boat should
capsize his fate was certain.
If tile muskallonge had made one
more turn around the boat it would,
probably have accomplished its design
and got away. Fortunately for Dun- -
lap, the fisli at that critical moment %-
changed Its tactics, and started straight
out toward the middle of tile lake.
Dunlap let It go, and, silting down in
the boat, quickly released the hamper
ing line from his legs, and engaged
(lie muskallonge again.
The rest of the fight was brief, for
the odds against the fish were too
great, and, exhausted, hut still offering
Its dead weight lit opposition to the
angler, it was hauled up to the gaff
and landed.—Sew York Sun.
SworilfUh l'ierocxt the Roat.
The fishing schooner Forest Maid,
Captain Sinuett, arrived at Boston ihe
other day from George's with forty-one
big swordfislt. A. Scott, one of the
crew, had a thrilliug experience with Jt
a fish which weighed 300 pounds. It
was speared from the bowsprit and
j Scott was sent off in a dory to bring
it alongside the vessel. Although mor
! tally wounded, the fish showed fight,
; and as Seott approached plunged Its
sword through the bottom of the boat.
| The dory had to he hoisted to the deck
1 in order to release the fish, which Is
1 the meantime had died.