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    DAKOTA COUNTY HERALD, DAKOTA CITY, NEBRASKA.
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"CRAZY LIKE A FOX."
Synopsis. Pioneer In the Califor
nia redwood region, John Cardigan,
at forty-soven, Is tho leading cltlren
of Sequoia, owner of mills, ships,
and many acres of tlmlMr, a wid
ower after three years of married
life, und father of two-day old
llrjcu Cardigan. The redwood, with
Its cousin tho sequoia, Is tho oldost
and biggest thing on earth. It
prows nowhere but in California.
Most of the redwoods have gone;
thoc remaining are apparently
doomed to the ax and saw. Tho
tcquoms uro safe to future gener
ations In Sequoia and Voscmlto Na
tional parks. The "Save the Red
woods LeaKiie" has been organized
with the purpose of establishing u
Ki-riwoodK National park.
CHAPTER II Continued.
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Of nil tholr adventures together,
howov er, those which occurred on their
frequent excursions up to the Vnlley
of the Giants Impressed themselves
Imperlshnbly upon Bryco's memory.
How well he remembered their tlrst
trip, when, seated astride his father's
shoulders with his sturdy little legs
iirouud Cardigan's neck and his chubby
little hands clasping the old man's
ears, they had gone up the abandon
ed skid-road and Into the seml-aark-ness
of the forest, terminating sud
denly In a shower of sunshine that
fell In an open space where a boy
could roll and play and never get
dirty. Bryce looked forward with
eagerness to those frequent trips with
nls father "to tho place where Mother
dear went to heaven."
When Bryce was six years old, his
father sent him to the public school
In Sequoia with the children of his
loggers, and . mill-hands, thus laying
thii foundation for a democratic cdu
,vMion all too Infrequent with the sons
of men rated as millionaires. Bryco's
boyhood was much the same as that
of other lads In Sequoia, save that In
the matter of toys and later guns,
fishing rods, dogs and ponies he was a
source of envy to his fellows. After
his tenth year his father placed him
on the mill pay-roll, and on pay-day
h was wont to line up with the mlll-
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rew to receive his modest stipend of
ii( dollars for carrying In kindling to
the cook In the mill kitchen each day
after school.
This otherwise needless arrangement
wn old Cardigan's wny of teaching
his boy financial responsibility.
When Bryce Cardigan was about
fourteen years old there occurred. .an
Important event In his life. In a com
mendable effort to Increase his Income
he had laid out a small vegetable
garden in the rear of his father's
house, and hero on a Saturday morn
ing, while down on 'his knees weeding
ca'rrots, he chanced to look up and
discovered a young lady gazing at him
through the picket fence. She was a
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'Hello, Little Boy."
iPw ycors his Junior, and a stranger
.n SeqtiulK. Ensued the following
(.oiii'sutloii: "Hollo, little boy."
"Hello yourself! I ain't it little
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She ignored the correction. "What
nre you doing?"
"WkmI'u' carrots. f'r.n't you see?"
"Wl M for?"
Biy.e highly Ina-nsod at having
boon do-ignutod a IPile boy by this
superior damsel, saw his opportunity
to slieiifo her. "fat's fur for kitten
Julus" h rumrted without any
".'.,.. o of originality, we must eon
n.i and for the space of several niln
ntfs gave all his attention to his crop.
And p'oseuUy the lHltnr spoke again.
"I like y-HJr hair, little boy. Itn a
ro'T red."
That settled the Issue between
(Item. To be hulled n llttlu boy was
td rnrni,"i but to be reminded of hi
r"vwnli.,' uilHforlune was adding Insult
o fn'rry We rose and cuutUusy
?rr",''ic.l 'to fence with the Inten
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By PETER B. KYNE
Author of "Cappy Ricka"
tion of pinching the Impudent strang
er, suddenly and surreptitiously, nud
sending her away weeping. As his
hand crept between the pnllncs on Its
wicked mission, the little nit" looi.ed
at him In friendly fashion and queried :
"What's your name?"
Bryco's hand hesitated. "Bryco
Cardigan," he answered gruffly.
"I'm Shirley Sumner." she ventured.
"Lot's be friends."
"When did you come to live In
Sequoia?" ho demnnded.
"I don't live here. I'm Just visiting
here with my aunt nnd uncle. We're
stnylng at tho hotel, and there's no
body to play with. My uncle's name
Is I'enningon. So's my aunt's. He's
out here buying timber, and we live
In Michigan."
Her gaze wandered past Bryce to
where his Indian pony stood with her
head out of the window of her box
stall contemplating her mnster.
"Oh, what a dear llttlo horse I"
Shirley Sumner exclaimed. "Whose
Is he?"
" 'Taln't a he. It's a she. And
she belongs to me."
"Do you ride her?"
"Not very often now. I'm getting
too heavy for her. so Dad's bought me
n horse that weighs nine hundred
pounds. Midget only weighs live
hundred." He considered her a mo
ment while she gazed In awe upon
this man with two horses. "Can you
ride n pony?" he asked, for no reason
that he was awnre of.
She sighed, shaking her head re
signedly. "We haven't any room to
keep n pony at our house In Detroit."
she explnlned, and added hopefully:
"But I'd love to ride Midget. I sup
pose I could learn to ride If somebody
taught me how."
He looked at her again. At that
period of his life he was Inclined to
regard girls as a necessary evil. For
some Itnmutnble reason they existed,
nnd perforce must be borne with, and
it was his hope that he would get
through life nnd see as little as possi
ble of the exasperating sex. Never
theless, as Bryce surveyed this win
some miss through the palings, he was
sensible of a sneaking desire to find
favor In her eyes also equally sensi
ble of the fact that the path to that
desirable end Iny between himself nnd
Midget.
"Well, I suppose if you want a ride
I'll have to give It to you," he grum
bled, "although I'm pretty busy this
morning."
"Oh, I think you're so nice." she de
clared. A thrill shot through him that was
akin to pain; with difficulty did he
restrain an Impulse to dnsh wildly
into tho stable nnd saddle Midget In
furious haste. Instead he walked to
tho barn slowly nnd with extreme
dignity. When he reappeared, he was
leading Midget, n little sllverpolnt
runt of a Klamath Indian pony, nnd
Moses, a sturdy pinto cayuse from the
cattle ranges over In Trinity county.
"I'll have to ride with you," ho an
nounced. "Can't let a tenderfoot like
you go out alone on Midget."
All nflutter with delightful antici
pation, the young lady climbed up on
the gate nnd scrambled Into the saddle
when Bryce swung the pony broadside
to the gate., Two hours of his valua
able time did he give thnt morning
before the call of duty brought hlui
back to tho house and his neglected
crop of carrots. When ho suggested
tactfully, however, that It was now
necessary that his guest and Midget
Fopnrate, a difficulty arose. Shirley
Sumner refused point blank to leave
the premises. She liked Br.veo for his
hair and because he had been so kind
to her; she was a stranger In Sequoia,
and now' that she had found an agree
able companion, It was far lrom her
Intention to desert him.
So .Miss Sumner stajod m"' helped
Bryce weed his carrots, and since as
n voluntary laborer she was at least
worth her board, at noon Bryce
brought her in to Mrs. Tally with a
request for luncheon. When he went
to the mill to carry In the kindling
for tho cook, the young lady returned
rather sorrowfully to tho Hotel
Sequoia, with a fervent promise to see
him the next day. She did, and Bryce
took her for a long llde up Into the
Valley of the Giants und showed her
his mothci's grao. Thej put some
(lowers on tho grave, and when they
returned to town and Bryco was un
saddling the ponies, Shirley drew
Midget's nose down to her and kissed
It. Then she commenced to weep
rather violently.
"What are you crying about?"
Bryco demanded. Girls were so hard
to unduratnnd,
"I'm go-going h-h-li-homu tomorrow,"
alio howlud.
He was stricken with dlsmny and
bade her (insist from her vain ropln
lugft. But her heart was broken, und
fcomehow Bryce appeared to act auto
matical) ho hud his arm around
lion. "Don't cry, Shirley," ho pleaded.
"It breaks my heart to we you wj
Do you want Midgut? I'll give her to
juu."
Botween sobs Shirley confessed that
IN- prospect of parting with tilm and
rmt Midget was provocative of her
woe. This staggered Bryce nnd pleas
ed him Immensely. And at parting
she kissed Iitm good-bye, reiterating
her opinion that ho wns the nicest,
kindest boy she had crer met or hoped
to meeL
When Shirley nnd her uncle nnd
aunt boarded the steamer for Snn
Francisco, Bryce stood disconsolate
on the dockland waved to Shirley
untllvjie could uo longer discern her
on tho deck. Ue thought of his eliln
companion very frequently for a week,
and ho lost his appetite, very much to
Mrs. Tully's conccrnt Then the
steolhend trout began to run In Eel
river, and the sweetest event thnt can
occur In any boy's existence the sud
den awakening to the wonder and
beauty of life so poignantly realized
In his tlrst love-affair was lost sight
of by Bryce. In n month he had for
gotten the Incident; In six months he
hud forgotten Shirley Sumner.
CHAPTER III.
Throughout tho hnppy years of
Bryco's boyhood his father continued
to enlarge and Improve his sawmill,
to build more schooners, and to ac
quire more redwood timber. Lands,
the purchase of which by Cnrdlgnn a
decade before had caused his neigh
bors to Impugn his Judgment, now
developed strategical Importance. As
a result those lands necessary to con
solidate his own holdings came to
him at his own price, while his ad
verse holdings that blocked 'the log
ging operations of his competitors
went from him also at his own price.
In fnct, all well-lnid plans matured
satisfactorily with the exception of
one, nnd since it has n very definite
benrlng on the story, the necessity for
explaining It Is paramount.
Contiguous to Cardigan's logging
.operations to the east nnd north of
Sequoln, and comparatively close In,
lay a block of two thousand acres
of splendid timber, the natural, feas
ible, and Inexpensive outlet for which,
when It should bo logged, was the
Valley of the Giants. For thirty
years John Cardigan had played a
waiting game with the owner of that
timber, for the latter wns as fully
obsessed with the belief that he wns
going to sell it to John Cardigan at a
dollar and n half per thousand feet
stumpago as Cardigan was certiiln ho
was going to buy It for a dollar a
thousand when he should be ready
to do so nnd not one second sooner.
Eventunlly the time for acquiring
more timber nrrlved. John Cardigan,
meeting his neighbor on tho street,
accosted lilni thus:
"Ixok here, Bill, Isn't It time we
got together on thnt timber of yours?
You know you've been holding it to
block mo and force mo to buy at your
figure. I'll give you a dollar a thous
und stumpago for your timber, Bill."
"1 want a dollar and a half."
"A dollar Is my absolute limit"
"Then I'll keep my timber."
"And I'll keep my money. When
I finish logging In my present hold
ings, I'm going to pull out of that
country and log twenty miles south
of Sequoln. Hemcmbcr, Bill, tho mnn
who buys your timber will have to log
It through my Innd and I'm not go
ing to log that quarter-section In the
vnlley. Ilcnco thcie will bo no outlet
for your timber In hack."
"Not going to log It? Why, what
nre you going to do with It?"
"I'm Just going to let It stay there
until I die. When my will Is tiled for
probate, your curiosity will bo satis
lied but not until then. Better take
a dollar. Bill. It's a good, fair price,
as the market on redwood timber is
now, and you'll bo making an even
hundred per cent, on your Investment
Remember, Bill, If I don't buy your
timber, jou'll never log It yourself
nnd neither will anybody else. You'll
be stuck with It for the next forty
, ears and taxes aren't getting any
lower."
"I'll hang on a little longer, I
think."
"I think so, too," John Cardigan re
plied. And that night, as was his
wont, even though ! realized that It
wns not possible i. Bryce to gain n
profound understand ng of the business
problems to which he was heir, John
Cardigan discussed the Squaw creek
timber with his son, relating to him
the details of his conversation with
the owner.
Bryce pondered. "But Isn't It
cheaper to glo him Ills price on Squaw
creek timber thnn go logging in the
San Hedrln and have to build twenty
miles of logging railroad to get your
logs to thu mill?"
"It would be, sou, If I had to build
the railroad. Fortunately, I do not.
I'll Just shoot the logs down tho hill
side to the Sun Hedrln river and
dr!o them down the stream to a log
boom on tldowater."
Bryce looked at his fnthcr admir
ingly. "I guess Dan ICoyes Is right.
Dad," ho Bald. "Dan says you're
crazy like u fox. Now I know why
you've been picking up claims In the
Sun Hedrln watershed."
"No, you don't, Bryce. I've never
told you, but I'll tU you now th
real reason. Humboldt county ban nc
Copyright tij Peter D. Itjrne
rnll connection with the outside world,
so we are forced to ship our lumber
by water. But some dny a railroad
will be built In from the south from
Snn Francisco; and when It comes, the
only route for It to travel Is through
our timber In the San Hedrln valley.
I've accumulated that ten thousand
acres for you, my son, for the railroad
will never be built In my day. It
doesn't matter, son. You will still be
logging there fifty years from now.
And when the railroad people come to
you for a right of way, my boy, give
It to them. Don't charge them a cent.
It has always been my policy to en
courage the development of this
county, nnd I want you to be a forward-looking,
public-spirited citizen.
That's why I'm sending you Knst to
college. You've been born and raised
in this town, and you must see more
of the world. Listen to me, son.
You're only n boy, and you enn't un
derstand eerythlng I tell you, but
"I Dinna See How I'm to Keep the
Mill Runnln'l"
some dny understanding will conic to
you. You mustn't fall the people who
work for you who are dependent upon
your strength nnd brnlas and enter
prise to furnish them with an oppor
tunity for life, liberty, und the pursuit
of happiness. When you nre the boss
of Cardigan's mill, you must keep tho
wheels turning; you must never shut
down the mill or tho logging-camps
In dull times Just to avoid a loss you
can stand bettor than your employees."
Ills hnrd, trembling old hand closed
over the boy's. "I want you to bo a
brave nnd honorable man," he con
cluded. True to his word, when John Cardi
gan finished his logging In his old,
original holdings adjacent to Sequoia
nnd Bill Henderson's Squaw creek
timber, ho quietly moved south with
his Squaw creek woods-gang and Join
ed the crew already getting out logs
in the San Iicdiin watershed. Not
until then did BII Henderson realize
that John Cardigan had called his
bluff whereat ho cursed himself for
a fool and u poor Judge of human nn
tn re. He bad tried a hold-up game
and had fulled; a dollar n thousand
feet stumpngo wns a fair price; for
years ho had needed tho money; and
now, when it was too late, ho realized
his error. Luck was with Henderson,
liowever, for shortly thereafter there
came again to .Sequoia one Colonel
Bennington, a millionaire uhlte-plne
operator lrom Michigan. From a
chair-warmer on the porch of the
Hotel Sequoln, tho Colonel hud heard
the talo of how stiff-necked old John
Cardigan had called I he bluff of equal
ly stiff-necked BUI Henderson; so for
tho next few weeks the Colonel, under
pretense of going hunting or llshlng
on Squaw creek, managed to make a
fairly accurate cursory cruise of (he
Henderson timber following which
ho purchased It from the delighted
Bill for a dollar and a quarter per
thousand feet stumpage.
No mnn Is Infallible, and In plan
ning his logging operations in the Snn
Hedrln watershed John Cardigan
presently made tho discovery that ho
had erred In judgment That season,
from May to Noveml" r. his woods
crow put thirty million feet of logs
Into the Kan Hedrln river, while the
mill sawed on a loservo supply of logs
taken from tho last of the old chop
pings adjacent to Squuw creek. That
year, however, the rainfall In the San
Hedrln country was fifty per cent,
less thnn normal, and by tho llrst of
May of the following year Cardigan's
woods-crew hml succeeded In driving
slightly less thnn half of the cut of
tho preceding year to the boom on
tidewater nt tho mouth of the river.
"Unless the Lord'll gi' us a lot more
.utter in the rTvor," tho woods-boss
McTnvlsh cornpiulned, "1 dinna see
how I'm to keep tho mill ninnln'."
U wlh taking John Cardigan up the
, riitr U.nU ud explaining the sltua
tZDtr' MliWV&'il Ml
tton. The nenvy butt-log" hue imnk
to the bottom," he conllnued. "Wlo
normal bend o' water, the lnds'll moo
them, but wl' the dr.ippl'! wo havo thu
noo " He threw up his hamllkd
hands despairingly.
Three days later a cloud-burst tilled
(he river to the brim; It came at night
nnd swept the river clean of Cardi
gan's clear logs. An army of Jug.
gernnuts, they swept down on tho
boiling torrent to tidewater, renchlng
the bay shortly after the tide had
commenced to ebb.
Now, n chain hi only as strong nn
Its weakest link, and u log-boom Is a
chnplet of small logs, linked end to
end by means of short chains; bunco
when the vnn-gunrd of logs on tho
Up of that flood reached tho log
boom, the Impetus of the chnrgo wns
too great to he resisted. Straight
tin otigh the weakest link In this boom
the huge saw-logs crashed and out
over Humboldt bnr to the broad Biv
clflc. With the ebb title some of them
came back, while others, caught in
cross-currents, bobbed about the bay
all night and finally beached at widely
scattered points. Out of tho fifteen
million feet of logs less than three
million were salvaged, nnd this task
In Itself was an expensive operation.
John Cardigan received the news
calmly. He turned from tho manager
and wajked away through his logged,
over lands, across the little dlvldo
and down Into the quarter-section if
green timber he had told McTnvlsh
not to, cut. Once In the Vnlley of the
Clants, he followed a well-worn foot
path to the little amphitheater, and
where the sunlight filtered through
like n halo and fell on n plain little
white marble monument, he paused
and sat down on the now almost do
cayod sugar-pine windfall.
"I've come for a llttlo comfort,
sweetheart," he murmured to her who
slept beneath the stone. Then ho
leaned back against a redwood tree,
removed his lint, und closed his eyes,
holding his great gray head tho whllo
a little to one side In a listening atti
tude. Long ho sat there, a grwit,
time-bitten devotee at the sl'irllio of
his comfort; and presently tho hat
ried look left his strong, kind fnc
and was replaced by a little prescient
smile tho sort of smile worn by one
who through bitter yenrs has sought
something very, very precious and
lias nt length discovered it.
CHAPTER IV.
It was on the dny that John Cardi
gan received the telegram from Bryco
saying that, following four years at
l'rlnceton nnd two juarh of travel
abroad, he was returning to Sequoia to
tuku over his redwood heritage that
ho discovered thnt a stranger and not
the flesh of his flesh and the blood of
his blood was to reap the rovvard of
his fifty years of endeavor.
For a long time ho sat there lethar
gic with misery. Kventuully ho
roused himself, reached for tho deal;
telephone, nnd pressed a button on
the offlco exchange-station. Ills man
ager, one Thomas Sinclair, answered.
"Thomas," ho said calmly, "you
know, of course, that Bryco Is com
ing home. Tell George to tnke tho
big car and go over to Bed Bluff for
him."
George Sea Otter, son of Bryce
Cardigan's old half-breed nurse, wns
n person In whose nnturo struggled
tho white's predilection for advertise
ment and civic prldo nnd the rod
tnnn's Instinct for ndorninent. For
three yenrs ho had been old man
Cardigan's chauffeur nnd mnn-of-ull-work
about 'the Intter's old-fashioned
home, and In the lormer capacity ho
drove John Cardigan's slnglo evidence
of extravagance a Napier car, which
was very Justly iegarded by Oeorgo
Sea Otter as the king of automobiles,
slnco It was tho only Imported car In
the county. Upon receipt of orders,
therefore, from Sinclair, to drive tho
Napier over to lied Bluff and meet'
his future boss and one-tlmo piny
fellow, George Sen Otter arrayed him
self In a pair of now black corduroy
trousers, yellow button shoes, a bluo
woolen shirt with a large scarlet slllr
handkerchief tied around the neck, a
pnlr of beaded buckskin gloves with
fringe dependent from tho gauntlet,
nnd a broad white beaver hat with n
rattlesnake-skin bund. Across tho
windshield of the Napier ho fastened
an orange-colored pennant bearing
In bright green letters tho legend!
MY CITY SEQUOIA. As a safety,
llrst precaution against man and
beast en route, he buckled a gun
scabbard to the sparo tires on tho
running-board and slipped a rlllo Into
the scnbbnrd vvithlu quick nnd easy
reach of his hand; nnd arrayed thus,
George descended upon Bed Bluff at
the helm of the king of automobiles.
When tho overland train coasted
Into Bed Bluff nnd slid to a grinding
halt, Bryco Cardigan saw that tho
Highest Living Authority had de
scended from the train also. Ho hail
elected to designate her thus In the
absence of any Information anent her
Christian and family names, and for
the further reason thnt quite obvious
ly she was a very RuiHirlor person,
Bryce Cardigan oomes
home to his blind father.
(TO IHO CONTINUED.)
Silk for Consistent Hindus.
Muxa llk U it product of Assnn. Hrl
silk comes from caterpillars which feed
on the castor oil plant. It Is of great
value In India, because It Is lint only
silk that can bo spun from cocoonn
v Hhout killing the Insects In the en
ions, and It Is therefore the i .n, xf.u
i .it enn be worn tj a utrUl Ulii"' o.
BIO CROPS ASSURED
Need of Farm Labor Urgently
Required for Harvest.
Itnlns of the past week which hiwo
been general throughout uH portions
of Western Canada, covering MANI
TOBA. SASKATCHEWAN, nud AI
BKHTA, have plnced licynad ufl man
ner of doubt the certainty f vast
grain crops throughout the onHro dis
trict. Heports from nil polata Udlcnto
marvelous and rapid j;rJh. Tho
conditions of a week or so liV, which
were decidedly less prol!4K nd led
many to think that there Hit bo n
partial failure, have dlsnpenrctl al
together and now there Is n wate of
optimism circulating throughout the
entire country.
In 1015 there wore enorm8 ylclda
reported from all parts, t.ivd tt would
appear now ns If In mnny ptoncs tho
yields of 10 IB would he eiHYd If
not beaten.
What might appear to he a draw
back, Is the apparent shortage of farm
help. The Province of MnnltobL?
through Its Employment Bureau In
Winnipeg, Is nsklng for 10,000 harvest
hands and over, offering from Jffi to
$0 per dny. The Province of Sas
katchewan Is asking for 15,000 extra
hands to take care of tho Inimenco
harvest that Is certi.in to be reaped
In that Province. In Alberta the crop
area Is somewhat less, the labor con
ditions somewhat hotter, and Is iiuik
lug a request for 5,000 extra farm
bauds.
Interviewing the officials of the rilf- .
fcrent Governments, they arc Inclined
to the opinion thnt ns tho crops In
Kntisivs, Nebraska, South Dilkchi, Illi
nois nnd other Central States nro hnr
vested there will bo a moveniplj north
ward thnt will materially help to toko
care of tho labor situation. With tho
low railroad rates that may be secured
on t.-pplicatlon to tho Employment Of
fices tvt Winnipeg and nt boundary
points, or which may be secured
through the Canadian Government Of
fices, at Chicago, III.; Detroit, Mich.;
Milwaukee, Wis.; Kansas City, Mo.;
Omaha, Neb.; Dos Moines, In.; Wuter
town, S. D.; SI. Paul, Minn., nnd
Grand Forks, N. D will glvo to thosa
seeking employment the opportunity
to rench the harvest fields at a low
cost. Advertisement.
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Aesop's Fables. ." J
It Is truo that some "translators" of
Aesop'B Fables uso "hen" for "gooso"
In tho fable about the golden egg, but
the Greek of the "text" Is "chen,"
which looks llko somo fountntnhcad
of "hen" hut ronlly means "gooso."
Tho accepted translators, or rather,
adapters, follow tho famlllnr word of
tho vast majority, "goose." It must bo
remembered thnt thero really Is no
original Aesoplnn text, but only soma
later transcriptions of what camo to
bo regarded ns tho fables told by the
old slave. Tho actual fount of tho
Aesoplnn folkloro was Babrlus, n Ilel
Icnlstlc fabulist of tho second century,
who wroto tho fables In verse. Slnco
there linvo been mnny vcrslpns nnd
some years ago a bntch of TO riiSr?
woro found In the Vatican library. This
Greek word "chen" wns pronounced
"knne," nnd henco It has no rclntloa
to "hen" except Ha belonging to the
fowl family.
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Rests With His Chief.
Sir Starr Jameson, bettor known
as, "Dr. Jim," tho Intrepid lender of
the Transvaal Itald of 1805-0, now llos
alongside his great leader and friend,
Cecil Rhodes. Ills body was the other
day removed from lis original resting
place, to a new tomb, blasted and
rhlsvlcd deep Into tho enormous mnss
of granite forming the top of the
World's Vlow, In tho Matoppo hills,
Rhodesia, which the founder of Rho
desia had chosen for his own resting
place. "Doctor Jim" now lies under
the shelter of, but Just outside the
great bowlders each ns big as a
four-roomed cottage that encircle tho
grave of Cecil Rhodes. His tomb Is
closed with a plain slab of granite thnt
hnrr-nlready been prepared on tho spot,
homing a brass plate with the words
"Here Ho the remains of Leander KtnrJ
Jameson."
Bread Kneaded on Korean Streets.
Bread Is kneaded on tho streets,
nnd with nn excellent thoroughness,
In Korea. After mixing, tho dough li
placed on n lionrd In the road in front
of the llttlo bnkeshop. Then two Htal
wart Koreans proceed to pound It wltk
great beetles. Tho natives do nol
claim that the quality of the bread It
Improved by tho addition of Impart
ties In the way of Insects and dust
which naturally result from the open
air treatmont, says n bulletin of the
Nntlonnl Geographic society. But li
one objects to eating It, n nntlve will
quota n proverb which, being Inter,
protod, runs: "Ho who would enjoj
his food should not look over tin
kitchen wall."
Record Gcneolojjlcal Tree.
A Spanish nobleman, tho Count of
Oral, has a genealogical treo complete
In every branch from Noah downward,
A golden ark figures In tho fnmtljr
escutcheon, and tho count nmlntulrui
that his tltlo commemorates tho serv
ices rendered to humanity by his an
cestor at tho tlmo of tho Deluge.
Easily Cured. )
L'dllh Ferdlo nays he feils down In
ie mouth.
M 'id Tell bin. to cense cIihvIiik
ology for a nuixtncho then