A TALE OF FOOLISH PRIDE.
The day was most uncommon warm,
And Chanticleer and wife
tlad had a small domestic storm
To mar their married life.
She held he had no gift of song,
And shook her little head,
But he maintained his voice was strong.
And he could sing, he said.
And so he stopped, his voice to try,
Upon the dusty road.
And she, with hypercritic eye,
Stood watching while he crowed.
And such a frightful noise he made
It shook the earth and sky,
And woke a hawk of sombre shade
Who'd been asleep near by.
The hawk, who had been dozing, heard
The rooster proud and trim,
And pouncing on the foolish bird
He put an end to him.
MORAL.
A moral fair this tale doth bear
l'li.ll in.tv be read by all—
Let men who think they're "birds" beware,
"Pride goes before a fall."
—Catholic Standard and Times.
1 AUTOBIOGRAPHY :
| OF A BLUFFER §
|p As Recorded by F. E. Elwell
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IWAS born under an unlucky star,
so 1 bad been Informed by the horo
scope writer, and there may have
been some truth In tills statement.
However, 1 must have realized this
fact in my youth for no opportunity
was lost to set things right with my
self and the world.
I knew it all.
There was no one who could tell me
anything or teach me anything that I
had not heard or known before. As I
look back on my youthful yeari 1 am
bound to deliver myself of entire blame
because there was no one to instruct
me in the way of truth.
My lot was cast with those who, by
their wits, earned whatever was neees
wry for their existence. The main Idea
Instilled into my mind was to bluff It
out on all occasions. This was consld
jred among those I found around me a6
the highest form of education.
Many of our present-day politicians
have learned this lesson in the same
school, and have been able to bluff the
public out of a good deal.
I was in the country one day with a
jarty of other kids, who had been given
an outing by some charity. A gentle
oian said to me, "Tommy, do you know
anything about flying kites?"
I replied, "Yep; all about it."
It crossed my mind later in the day
that I would meet this same gentelman
at the Newsboys' Retreat, where I used
to go and enjoy a few hours in the
evening. I had learned to read in this
place, and had found the accomplish
ment of great use to me.
For this foolish remark, which was
at once a lie, a boast and a straight
bluff, I was obliged to delve in the
books of the little library half the
eight, and until my head fairly split.
He asked me the questions ail right
the next day, pinned me down to an
answer, and thought that he had
caught me so that he could moralize
about it, but I came up ail right,
looked him square in the eye, and was
ready with many answers that pleased
him. He took to me and was the
means of my lirst lift in the world.
Strange to say, I have never forgot
ten this information and have used it a
thousand times since.
Many bluffs of this nature were
handled in the same way, causing an
amount of mental labor entirely an
neseessary, but filling my mind with
useful knowledge. As I grew older, I
learned a little by experience, but very
iittle, for there seemed always tile fooi
(sh desire to pose as somebody and
never admit that I did not know.
Among my associates of my own age
It was an easy matter to bluff, hut this
did not satisfy the egotism in my na
ture; I still fancied that it was evidence
of intellectual supremacy to pretend to
snow more than I really did. This pre
tense naturally brought me in con
tact with some higher than myself, so
that I was at times put to sore straits.
By this time I was nu expert on bluff,
and had risen steadily in my position,
solely as I see it now on bluff, pure
and simple.
During the period of my employment,
before I had become one of the firm,
many Interesting things occurred. I
had many narrow escapes.
It was frequently said of me, "He
knows a lot." This flattered me great
ly, and I actually came to believe It
myself. There was a remarkable lack
of humiliating circumstances in my
early life, I succeeded in hlulling
through most trying conditions. It was
my game and I '.earned to play 11
well.
In my early business career, when
ever my bluff was found out, I simply
sought another place and generally
won on bluff, pretending to know
much, when I knew nothing. I would
bluff some simple chap to tell me as
much as he could about the work, and
then X would add my bluff, so little
by little, by sticking to the same busi
uess, I swung into a fine position of
trust in a big concern.
It would seem that here, at least, one
would he satisfied. I was still unmar
ried, well-to-do and respected In iny
district. 1 entered politics on a dead
straight liluff, won out, and after serv
ing several terms in the Assembly and
In various political positions found my
self Governor, in the sent of honor at
the State capital. Monumental bluff!
and secured for me what many men
liore worthy could not attain. I was
/he pride of my district, and was point-
VJ out as a model man, n fine charac
ter, stnlwart and strong, a man or
knowledge and refinement.
Only I knew the taruth; I held the
secret In my shallow soul. I knew
I had won on bluff, nothing else.
As Governor I awed into silence
those who were onto my bluff, and
those who believed in me were equally
awed by my assumed greatness. This
pleased and flattered me. There were,
however, nights of hard labor, when
the oil burned until daylight In my
apartment. No one knew what efforts
were required to keep pace with my
advancement. Was any one ever so
fortunate as I? I only skimmed over
the surface, acquired a few of the
main facts and iu a clever manner
wove them Into any conversation that
was needed. As I was considered an
astute politician few attempted to
differ with me.
The strange fact Is that through all
this life of pretence and humbug no
true realization of my own depravity
dawned upon me until late In life, and
then it enmc with such suddeness and
overwhelming power, almost too much
for a human mind.
As all my ambitions of a selfish na
ture had been satisfied by gentle fnte,
I had grown to feel that there was lit
tle danger for the rest of my days.
She had lifted me from many foolish
pitfalls, and it seemed to me that I
should slip out of life with my secret,
which I had come to dread.
But this same geutle fate material
ized in the shape of an accomplished
woman of social position. She came
into my life so suddenly that 1 fell a
victim to the shafts of that youthful
one with the tiny wings.
Here again I used my monstrous
bluff and we were married. The honey
moon wag a happy one. I had bluffed
the public, pulled wool over the eyes of
hundreds of my fellow politicians,, had
played the charity and philanthropic
bluff.
But woman was u quantity I had
not reckoned with. As our married
life lengthened out I was daily con
scious that there was a coldness grow
ing between us. This worried me.
Could It be possible that she had seen
through my shallow nature? Day by
day 1 grew more wretched, more sus
picious of the renl truth; day by day
we drifted apart, until her coldness
froze my very soul.
Never a word of reproach, never a
complaint—just a calm, stately dignity;
a living In her own pure, honest atmos
phere.
No criminal condemned to die in the
chair could have suffered more an
guish and torture of mind than I did
at that time. My experience In life
had taught me somethlrfg. I realized
that here I had found my master. Her
radiant, honest soul shone only for her
children. As for me I paid the bills,
was kind and even gentle in my family
life, but all to no purpose; bluff would
not work with her. Yet as I know it
now, she patiently waited the turn of
the tide. It came one day sooner than
even I had suspected.
An acquaintance of mine, during my
stay at the State HOUBO, called to
learn something about a matter of
which he was sure I had some knowl
edge. I knew nothing whatsoever of
the matter, and on ordinary occasions
would have bluffed it out.
My wife was Bitting in the room,
calm, dignified, silent as the sphinx.
A cliill ran through me followed by a
flush like a fever. I grew cold, then
pale, then red. It seemed as though
ray head would hurst with the Intense
Internal raging. There were those two
human beings sittlDg before me, one
a bluffer, the other an honest woman.
They were waiting for a reply. It
seemed as though I lived a whole life
lime In those few seconds. Finally I
blurted out;
"I do not know anything about this
matter—or any other."
This was the turning point. My
friend looked at me In disgust, seized
his lint nnd left the room. '
I was stunned; my life secret was
out; I was a ruined man; my vanity
had destroyed me; I was alone.
Suddenly I felt two soft arms about
my neck. I saw two lovely deep eyes
looking into mine. I felt the world nnd
its foolish, childlike folly melt away.
I was in the confidence of my wife!
I have never bluffed since.—New
York News.
A Lnsson From the lleeg.
"Don't stir up a beehive unless you
know it is n rich one," said an apiar
ist to a visitor at his bee farm.
"I think that I would leave them
alone altogether," was the reply.
"They have too angry a buzz about
tliem to win my confidence."
"You are not used to them, that's
all," said the heeman. "For example,
these hives are full of honey, and if I
puff a little smoke into the doors so as
to sort of suffocate the sentries, I can
topple a hive over, handle the bees
like so many beans, clean the honey
combs and carry them off. The bees
won't harm me." And, to prove his
words, tin; speaker performed his ex
periment, nnd canto back to his friend
Willi a smile and several heavy combs
of honey.
"If those hives had been nearly
empty," said the apiarist, "X would
have been lucky to have escaped with
my life. The tenants of n poor hive
sting to kill."
"That's strange," said the visitor. "I
should think that they would defend
their hoards with especial jealousy,
and the more they have the hotter
they would fight."
"The reason is." said the heeman,
"that when alarmed the bees fly to
their storehouse and gorge themselves.
When full of honey a bee can't bend
its body and sting."
j "Which should lie a lesson to us,"
said the other. "Don't get too full."
—New i'ork Tribune.
l®hicK ® ®
® ® Venture.
Towed by a Shark.
Among the "Queer Steeds" of -which
O. F. Holder tells in St. Nicholas per
haps the queerest is a "nurse" shark,
captured at sea and impounded in a
tidewater aquarium in Florida.
With no little difficulty, says Mr.
Holder, we caught the nurse, towed it
to the aquarium, which was an in
closed moat half a mile long, titty feet
wide and from six to eight feet deep.
It required a dozen or more men to
haul the fish which was eleven feet In
length, over the little tide gate. Just
before it was released a rope bridle
was passed over it—a loop that fitted
over the head and was tightened just
behind the fins, so that it remained in
place, a perfect saddle girth. To this a
rope about ten feet long was attached,
and in turn made fast to a float. All
this was prepared in advance, aniT it
did not require much time to attach It,
though the plunges of the shark
knocked several men from their feet.
Finally all was ready, and the shark
was rolled over into the moat, where
It went dashing away, the telltale float
following at the surface.
For some time we had been building
I a boat which was to be the carriage of
I this steed. The masons had given to
us the frame of a great brick arch upon
upon which they were working. This
resembled a scow with square ends.
It was a perfect skiff, except that the
planks were an inch apart, but we
filled these crevices and calked it with
oakum. The dny before the shark
was caught the boat was launched and
tested, and it was found that it would
hold three boys, two on a lower seat
aud one on the box scat of the coach.
The "shark ride" was looked forward
to with the greatest Interest.
Finnlly the day arrived, and very
early, while the great tropical sun was
creeping up through the vermilion
clouds, we made our way around the
wall and to our marine carriage.
Being the originator of the scheme, the
privilege of the box scat was awarded
to me. Literally, this seat was a box—
a discarded cracker box. My two com
panions sat upon a board in the stern
to balance the skiff. We were soon In
place, and, sitting on the box, I care
fully paddled the little craft out from
the tide gate and began the search
for our steed. I paddled down one side
of the great wall, keeping perfectly
quiet as every quick movement threat
ened us with a capsize.
Presently we saw the float lying mo
tionless on the water near the wall.
The shark wns undoubtedly asleep,
little suspecting the rude awakening
that was In store for him. I now
handed the paddles to one of the boys
behind me and took in hand our paint
er, the rope fastened to the boat, and
It was now my business to secure this
to the float and to arouse the shark.
One of my companions paddled gen
tly and the flat-bottomed boat slowly
drifted on. Leaning forward I picked
up the float and quickly ran the painter
through a hole that had been left In
the float for the purpose, and fastened
It with a bowline knot. When this wa,s
done I hauled in the slack nud gently
pulled the rein, while one of the boys
"clucked" at the shark, and the other
said "Gedapi" No response. Then I
gave nndtlier jerk at the lino, aud the
shark woke up.
I have often read of boys who awake
at sunrise and bound out of bed with a
single leap, and have always thought
that such sudden awakening could be
true only in books. Hut that was ex
actly how this shark woke. It fairly
leaped out of a sound sleep and jerked
the skiff ahead so violently that the
box seat upset and I fell backward
upon my companions. Tills upset was
certainly not a dignified beginning, and
I heard a roar of laughter from some
fun-loving lookerson.
The shark, now feeling the rope,
dashed along at a rapid pace, making
it extremely difficult for us to retain
our places, but my companions aided
me. Carefully raising me tliey righted
the box. I secured the painter and
held the single rein in triumph. It
was a signal success. We had har
nessed the shark, and were moving at
n rate that was wildly exciting. The
speed was so great that the boat wns
| pulled almost bow under, and a wave
of foam preceded us. The boys held
on tightly, but occasionally raised one
hand and cheered when a head ap
peared at a porthole of the fort.
A lJoy Hero.
At Sellwood, near Portland, Ore.,
there was recently unveiled a monu
ment to Arthur Venville, a lad who
lies in an unknown grave in the Phil
ippine Islands. Venville was born in
England, but was brought to this
country at the age of ten months.
When he was only seven years old his
Father died, charging the child with his
last breath, almost, "to take care of the
mother and sisters." The little follow
promised.
lie was a quiet boy, of studious hab
its. lie liked to go to school, and he
wanted to go to college, but he had to
take a place in a shop to help support
the family. In 18!)7 ills health be
gan to fail ad he enlisted as an ap
prentice in the navy, still giving his
people wages. The other fellows
called him a "girl sailor," he told his
mother when he came home 011 a fur
lough a year later.
Venville was 011 the gunboat York
town in 18t)0. .She went to the Philip
pines, and in April was sent to Baler
Bay to rescue some Spanish prisoners.
The young apprentice was one of the
party of seventeen which under com
mand of Lieutenant Gillmore wns sent
ashore to reconnoitre.
As the crowded launch approached
the silent shore there suddenly burst
upon It a storm of byllets. Several men
were killed, others were desperntely
wounded, and all were drenched with
th blood of their comrades. Lieuten
ant Gillmore has told in McClure'a
Magazine of the behavior of Venville,
the eighteen-year-old apprentice, who
had never before been under fire.
"Having no other weapon that a re
volver, useless at the range," wrote
the officer, "I reached for the rifle
dropped by one of the dead. It had
been hit in the lock and the clip was
jammed in. Venville, one of the ap
prentice boys, attempted to fix it A
bullet went through the flesh of his
neck.
" 'Mr. Gillmore, I'm hit,' he said. But
he continued working at the rifle.
"A second shot plowed through the
boy's breast and came out in his arm
pit.
" 'l'm hit again, Mr. Gillmore.'
"He was still trying to pull out the
jammed clip when a ball cut a furrow
in the left side of his head.
" 'Mr. Gillmore, they've hit me again!'
"He wiped the blood from his brown
eyes with his coat sleeve and then re
turned to his task as calmly as if it
were only a mosquito tiiat had stung
him. It wns not three minutes until
a ball crashed into his ankle, inflicting
a painful hurt. There was just a slight
quiver in the lad's voice as he looked
up to me and said:
" 'Mr. Gillmore, I'm hit once more,
but I've fixed the gun, sir.' "
One wishes this true tale might have
ended, as stories do, with the hero's
recovery and return, but when the
other survivors of Lieutenant Gill
more's party were taken into the lnter
rior, Venville, being unnble to travel,
was left behind, and some time later
he was killed by the order of an Insur
gent general. Yet his eighteen years,
few though they were, hnd l>een spent
to some purpose. The monument
stands a fair and stately symbol of the
boy's life.
The One Time He Felt Fear.
"Fear Is an awful thing," said a
young man who figured in several of
the Philippine raids, "and while I have
been frightened on many occasions, I
really never had a genuine feeling of
fear but once, and that was while I
was in the war with the fellows in the
Philippines. I never knew what fear
was before that experience. At the time
of my first and last experience of fear
we were about fifteen miles from Ma
nila. During the dny we had a rather
rough tilt with the natives. The men
were worn out. They had been beat
ing down bushes, wading through
marshes, cutting and shooting and
slashing from sunrise to sunset, and
these experiences left the men In a bad
ly worn condition. Their minds were
feverish. I know that my mind wns
feverish, and under more happy cir
cumstances I would have felt some un
easiness. It fell my lot to stand guard
as an outpost, and I was fifty or a hun
dred yards from any other soldier, up
to my neck In the bushes, engulfed in
the fog of Philippine marshes on one
of the blackest nights I ever saw. It
hnd been raining and the leaves and
undergrowth were watersoaked. On
nenrly a direct line with me were a
number of comrades on outpost duty,
hut they could not be reached by my
voice. Behind me were the squads,
platoons and then the companies of the
regiment, spaced according to the reg
ulations, and in front of me, driven
back into the thick undergrowth into
places of concealment, were the fel
lows we had fought all during the day.
They knew the country. I did not.
They knew exactly where to And me.
I knew they were hiding somewhere
near my post. I never hnd such a mis
erable feeling in all my life. It was
dark, thickly, heavily dark. I could
see nothing. I could only tell the
earth wns beneath me by feeling with
my feet, and sometimes when I would
hear a popping sound as if made by the
fall of a foot, or a crack as if some
brittle piece of undergrowth had
snapped under the enemy's tread, or
the swish of n bush as if brushed aside
hy some fellow who was slipping upon
111 c—when I heard these things I would
almost fall to the ground in a flt of
wild delirium. I could not shoot, for if
I did .1000 men would be immediately
called to my rescue. So there I stood,
right in the home of the enemy, dread
ing and fearing until the very blood in
my arteries seemed to stop. And the
awful sounds! The popping, the crack
ing, the swishing, the breaking of brit
tle twigs and the swash as a Filipino's
foot sunk in the soggy leaves! These
things nearly drove me mad. I know
now that I never heard all these
sounds. It was partly the work of a
feverish brain, partly the work of fear.
What sound I heard were caused by
water falling from the leaves of trees,
and by bushes swinging back to their
normal places when relieved of the
heavy water covering. New Orleans
Times-Democrat.
Wiillieil With n TIcrrPAA.
It is related of Sir Edward Bradford,
the Chief of Police Commissioner of
London, that he once walked arm in
arm, so to speak, with a tigress. He
was out shooting, and always a fear
less sportsman, had come to close quar
ters with his quarry. lie fired, and
either the ball failed to take effect or
but slightly wounded the animal. She
sprang at him and seized his left arm
above the elbow. The pain must have
been terrible, but Sir Edward kept cool,
and realizing that It would be death to
drag his mangled arm away and allow
her to spring afresh at him, he delib
erately walked a few agonizing paces
until his comrade was able to take aim
and kill the brute. Thus his courage
saved his life, though the amputation 1
of his arm at the shoulder proved
necessary.
Fifty per cent, of the felt boots mar
keted in the United States and Canada
are made in Grand Itapids, Mich.
The Umml Thing*
I shot an arrow into the air;
. It fell to earth—l knew not where—
Until a neighbor set up a howl
Because I'd killed a favorite fowl.
* —Chicago News.
Over the Coflee Chips.
Mrs. Henpeck—"Well, anyhow, youi
brother Tom Isn't as big a fool as you
are."
Henpeck—'"You bet he isn't. He's
bachelor."—Detroit Free Press.
Well Guarded.
"That's a handsome office clock of
yours. Aren't you afraid it'll be sto
len ?"
"Never. Why, every clerk in my
employ lias one eye on it all day."—
New York World.
Deceitful.
"So 'tis witn men! Before marriage
my husband was ready to die for me,
and now he does not even want to eat
what I cook!"—Fliegende Blaetter.
Well Argued.
"What's the use of hitting him,
Johnnie? You'll only have to go tc
him afterward and say you're sorry."
"Well, I'd rather be sorry for hitting
him than for not hitting him. Sc
what's the difference?" New York
World.
Two I'olntH of View.
It was In the world of business.
"Who Is What has he done?''
they asked.
Then again it was in the world of
society.
"Who's ids father?" they asked.—
Chicago Post.
The Proposal.
Dorothy—"Do confide to me, Isabel,
the method of Mr. Tirtiugton's propo
sal to you."
Isabel—"Dorothy, I dare not; it is so
thrillingly interesting that you could
not resist telling it to somebody else."
—Brooklyn Life.
Utterly Heart Ins*.
"So you never talk about people he
hind their backs."
"No," answered the woman with a
grim expression. "If I know anything
which would annoy a friend, I always
tell it In her presence. I wouldn't miss
seeing lier embarrassment lor any
thing."—Washington Star.
A Qulhbler.
"I can truthfully say," remarked the
politician, "that I never went back on
a friend."
"Yet some people claim that you did
not keep your promises."
"Yes," was the bland reply, "hut the
people to whom I made those prom
ises are not my friends. They are my
enemies."—Washington Star.
The ABtoniAhed Professor.
IM
1. Attendant—"lf you wish to get
the correct weight you must take your
overcoat off."
I
2. Professor—"You are right, hoy,
hut really, I see no difference in the
result."—Der Dorfbarbler.
Sherlock Holmes in Now York City.
"Will you marry me?" he said, sud
denly looking up from the paper
which he had been studying.
"Wh—why," she replied, '"how yon
startled me. What has caused you
to ask me such an important question
so suddenly?"
"I've been looking over the tax list."
"I can't see what the tax list has to
do with our love."
"Your father's name isn't on it. Ho
must be very rich."—Chicago Record-
Herald.
•
Two farmers in Ohio have raised a
$15,000 crop of ginseng on one-third of
an acre of ground. The plant is grown
in beds three feet in width, which are
covered with lattice-work to give
They intend shipping their product to 7
China.
The London Colliery Guardian de
scribes a new explosive patented iq
Germany. It consists of a mixture o(
calcium carbide and a barium superox
ide. The cartridges are divided intq
two compartments by a thin tin parti
tion, on one side of which are the
mixed salts and on the other a dilute
acid. As soon as the acid eats through
the tin and gains access to the mixture
a violent explosion is said to result.
The wonderful new telegraph system
invented by the two Hungarians. An
ton Pollak and Joseph Yirny, will jqe
put in operation this fall l>y the Impe
rial German Postal Administration, on
the line between Berlin and Cologne'*
England and the United States will lie®
likely to adopt it next, as it lias been'
successfully tested by experts in botli
countries. The system sends and receives
messages in ordinary handwriting, and
at the rate of 160,000 words an hour.
It is safer, cheaper and better in every
way, it is claimed, than any other sys
tem in the world.
The replanting of grass on the wast
ed cattle ranges in Nebraska, Wyom
ing, Colorado, Utah, Montana, Idaho
and the Dakotns is to he attempted by
the railways penetrating those States.
The first problem to be solved is the
finding of a grass suitable for stock
purposes. Nearly 4000 acres will be
fenced and divided Into thirty plots for
experiments in planting. These West,
era cattle ranges have been ruined by
too much crowding and by sheep. It isi
expected that once the feasibility of ivW
planting is proven the Federal ami
State governments will lead their aid
to the movement.
Petroleum drinking as a habit Is
spreading so rapidly in France that the
Medical Society of Paris advises im
mediate steps to check it. The opinion
formerly expressed by many persons
that the habit was due to the Govern
ment's increased tax on alcohol has
been found to be an error. An investi
gation of the vice shows that it was
prevalent long before the alcohol tax
was imposed, and that it has been
growing all the time. Physicians do
not agree as to all the effects produced
by it, but they do agree as to its gen
eral harmfulness. The victim of the
habit does not become brutal, as is so
often the ease with alcohol drinkers,
but despondent and morose. 4^
For many years the supply of gutta
percha, used chiefly for electrical insu
lation, particularly of submarine ca
bles, for which purpose it is indispen
sable, has been growing beautifully
less. Until very recently no new field
of exploitation had been discovered. It
appears, however, according to recent
reports, that Para and the Amazon
River, the home of india rubber, are
central to large forests of the lialata
tree, from which gutta percha Is de
rived. A report made by au expert
who recently visited this district as
serts that the gutta percha industry
can be made to rival that of the rub
ber tvnde. Vast areas of virgin forests
are to he found growing on the I'urus
and Acre rivers and other tributaries
of the Upper Amazon. The method of
Weeding the bnlatn tree Is entirely dif
ferent from that used In extracting iSf
milk of the rubber tree, but the supp]#'-
is greater per tree. It takes an expcUf
to properly bleed the bnlatn so that it
will yield the desired gum, hut a com
l'etent man can prepare from forly to
fifty pounds per day.
Ill® Lizard in Literature*
In his great narrative poem, "Enoch
Arden," Tennyson describes the ship
wrecked mariner on his lonely isle sit
ting so still in his long wait for a sail
that "the golden lizard on liiui paused."
I have often wondered how Tennyson
got that idea and whether lie was justi
fied in it. Do lizards ever run up onto
human beings and wait there for their
insect prey? Emily Brout represents
the sinister hero of "Wuthering
Heights" as standing still so long in
ids agony, and coming to look so un
like a human being that a building
thrush, if I remember rightly, is sew#
to perch upon him. But a lizard seeilß
even less likely in this connection
a bird. However, as we sat lunching
on a sunny bank the other day my
companion suddenly gave a little
scream and cried: "Oh, what curious
thing is on your arm?" I looked down,
and there was a common lizard, with
its head oddly twisted on one side.
The movement disturbed my little vis
itor, which darted over my shoulder
and in an instant or two had disap
peared in the tangle of the whlte
tliroated haunted hedgerow, but not
before I had seen and admired its
bright eye and its greeny coat.—Lon
don Express.
Worldly Wisdom.
Promptness is often a mistake. If
you do not believe It, recall the fate*/
of the early worm. Many men havj
succeeded because they hesitated at
the light time.—New York News.
Wealth's Only Sulfation,
In these days of social enlightenment
wealth's only salvation is sacrifice;
if wealth tries to save too much it will
lose all.—New York News.