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    A Materialist on Marriage.
General Young, at a wedding In
■Washington, was condemning material
tots and materialism.
"What, precisely. Is a materialist?’'
» young girl asked.
“A materialist." said General Young,
"Is one who sees only the material rid«
of things, one lo whom the spiritual
side Is Invisible.”
He looked about him at the hnppy
bridal party.
“Thus n materialist,” he went ort,
“would call marriage merely a stats
wherein you give a woman half yout
victuals to have the other half cooked."
Mm. Winslow* sooTarso wntr* rnr r-h'Mrsn
Ssstbiny i softens tbs trims, rsdur-o* iniisinmaiioa,
layspun. cures wind dm. lineant about*
Stayed Away Too Long.
From the New York Weekly.
Stranger—"Pardon—my—my hesitat
ing speech—but the fact Is, I been haf—
I hRv been nvay so long I haf a’most
t'-rgot by natlf language.”
Philadelphian—"Ah! Been many
years In Europe I suppose?”
"No. I hnf living been—I haf been
Jiving In Chicago.”
BOY’S TERRIBLE ECZEMA.
Mouth and Eyos Covered with Crusts
—Hands Finned Down—Miracu
lous Cure by Cuticura
“When my little boy was six months
old, he had eczema. The sores extend
ed so quickly over the whole body
that we at once called In the doctor.
We then went to another doctor, but
be could not help him, and In our de
epalr we went to a third one. Matters
became so bad that he had regular
holes In his cheeks, large enough to put
* huger Into. The food had to be giv
es* with a spoon, for Ills mouth was
covered with crusts ns thick as a lin
ger, and whenever be opened the
mouth they begun to bleed and sup
purate, as did also his eyes. Hands,
arms, chest and back, In short tho
whole body, was covered over and
•ever. We had no rest by day or nlgbt.
Whenever he was laid In his bed, we
had to pin his hands down; otherwise
he would scratch Ids face, and make
an open sore. I think his face must
have Itched most fearfully.
“We Anally thought nothing could
help, and I had made up my uilnd to
send my wife with the child to Eu
rope, hoping that the sea air might
-euro him, otherwise he was to be put
under good medical care there. But,
Ixnrd bo blessed, matters came differ
ently, and we soon saw a miracle. A
friend of ours spoke about Cuticura.
We made, a trial with Cuticura Soap,
Ointment and Resolvent, and within
*en days or two weeks we noticed a
decided Improvement. Just as quickly
as the sickness had appeared It alsc
began to disappear, and within ten
weeks the child was absolutely well
and his skin was smooth and white as
-never before. F. Hohrath, President
•f the C. L. Hohrath Company, Man
ufacturers of Silk Ribbons, 4 to 20
Elnk Alley, South Bethlehem, Pa.
. June 5, 1000.”
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'Christie, Bucket-Shop King.
From Everybody’s.
And now we come to C. C. Christie, tho
tnau who so truly said "the ‘bucket shop’
Is n thief.” Christie was formerly a legiti
mate broker at Kansas City and St.
-Joseph, Mo., but a predilection for crooked
•work brought about his expulsion from
regular exchanges, and he went to the
“buckets" as natuarally as a hog goes
' to the swill-trough. He began buckot
shopplng In the ‘90s, under the style of
“Christie Oraln and Stock company,”
■ which still is the name of his syndicate.
-John Hill, Jr., who so ably managed tho
i,great crusade the Chicago board of trade
tmade against bucket shops In the first
•years of this century, caught Christie
ateallng quotations by means of a deli
cately adjusted telephone receiver con
cealed behind the blackboard In a legltl
.snate broker's office, and connected with
-Ms own “plant” by hidden wires. This
■ quotation thievery was broken up, and in
.1900 Christie began suit against the Chl
■«sigo board of trade to restrain It from
'refusing him quotations. The courts de
.elded he was a bucket-shopper, and he
lost Ills suit. May S, 1905, the United
Jtates supreme court, in a decision al
veady quoted, enjoined Christie and hts
autflt from stealing Chicago board of
wade quotations. Christie then established
the National Board of Trade of Kansas
City for use as a "quotation foundry.”
FACTS GUARANTEED
Neuralgia and Anaemia are Cured by
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For nearly a generation the people ol
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thousands of enres by this remedy has
been published aud confirmed and not
one person has been harmed in the slight
-tat degree by thoir use. The pills con
tain no opiate, narcotic or stimulant,
nor any drug which could injure the
most delicate constitution.
“For over a year, ’ ’ says Miss Charlotte
Van Salisbury, of Cnstleton, N.Y., “I
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of the heart. My skin was paid and sal
low aud I was troubled with dizziness,
fainting spells and fits of indigestion. 1
was very nervous and would start at the
•lightest sound. At times a great weak
ness would come over me and on olio oc
casion my limbs gave way under me and
X fell to the sidewalk.
“ Of oonrse I was treated by our local
physicians and also consulted a noted
doctor at Albany, but nothing they guvs
me seemed to benefit me. One day 1
read in a newspaper about Dr. Williams'
Pink Pills for Pale People and I imme
diately gave them a trial. I soon felt
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return. I continued -using the pills and
by the time I had taken eight boxes 1
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“ My sister, Sarah Van Salisbury, suf
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■would become a victim of consumption.
She tried Dr.Williams’ Pink Pills for
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8h*is now strong and well and wo both
heartily reooinmcnd Dr. Williams’ Pinb
Pills to all who are in ill health.”
Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills are sold by nil
druggists ov sent, postpaid, on receipt
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*2 50, by the Dr. Williams Medicine Co.
■Schenectady, N.Y. Descriptive pam
phlets free on request.
(-—^
BY A. CONAN DOYLE.
Copyright. 1903, Copyrt|ht, 1905.
by A, Conan Doyla and Collier's Waakly. by McClara, rkillipo 41 Co.
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VIII—THE ADVENTURE OF THE Sl>
NAPOLEONS.—Continued.
Holmes had taken several notes dur
ing Mr. Harding’s evidence, and
could see that he wns thoroughly satis
fied by the turn which affairs were tak
ing. He made no remark, however
save that, unless we hurried, we shoulc
be late for our appointment with Les
trade. Sure enough, when we reachec
Baker street the detective was already
there, and we found him pacing up am
down in a fever of impatience. Hi?
look of importance showed that hi?
day’s work had not been in vain.
"Well?" he asked. "What luck, Mr
Holmes."
"We have had a very busy day, anc
not entirely a wasted one,” my frlenc
explained. "We have seen both the re
tailers and also the wholesale manu
facturers. 1 can trace each of the
busts now from the beginning.”
"The busts!'* cried Lcstrade. “Well
well, you have your own methods, Mr
Sherlock Holmes, and it is not for me
to say a word against them, but I think
I have done a better day’s work than
you. I have Identified the dead man.’1
"You don’t say so?’’
"And found a cause for the crime."
"Splendid!"
"We have an Inspector who makes a
specialty of Saffron Hill and the Italian
quarter. Well, this dead man had some
Catholic emblem round his neck, and that,
along With his color, made me think he
was from the south. Inspector Hill knew
him the moment he caught sight of him.
Ills name Is Pietro Venuccl, from Naples,
And he is one of the greatest cut-throats
in London. He la connected with the
Mafia, which, as you know, is a secret
political society, enforcing its decrees by
murder. Now, you see how the affair be
gins to clear up. The other fellow is
probably an Italian also, and a member
of the Mafia. He has broken the rules
in romo fashion. Pietro Is set upon hi
track. Probably the photograph we
found in his pocket is the man himself,
bo that he may not knife the wrong por
tion. He doc** the fellow, he sees him en
ter a house, he v/alts outside for him, and
n the scuffle he receives his own death
wound. How is that, Mr. Sherlock
Holmes?”
Holmes clapped his hands approvingly.
"Excellent, Lestrade, excellent!" he
cried. "I3ut I didn't quite follow your ex
planation of the destruction of the busts.”
"The busts! You never can get those
busts out of your head. After all, that is
nothing; petty larceny, six months at the
most. It is the murder that we are really
Investigating, and I toll you that I am
gathering all the threads into my hands.”
"And the next stage?"
"Is a very simple one. I shall go down
with Hill to the Italian quarter, find the
man whose photograph we have got. and
arrest him on the charge of murder. Will
. ter and rattle. The man was so Intent
upon what he was doing that he never
heard our'steps as we stole across the
grass plot. With the bound of a tiger
Holmes was on his back, and an instant
later Lestrade and I had him by either
wrist, and the handcuffs had been fas
tened. As we turned him over I saw a
hideous, sallow face, with writhing, fur
ious features, glaring up at us, and I
knew that it was indeed the man of the
photograph whom we had secured.
But it was not our prisoner to whom
Holmes was giving his attention. Squatted
on the doorstep, he was engaged in most
careful examining that which the man
had brought from the house. It was a
bust of Napoleon, like the one which we
had see that morning, and it had been
broken into similar fragments. Carefully
Holmes held each separate shard to the
light but In no way did it differ from any
other shattered piece of plaster. He had
just completed his examination when the
hall lights flew up, the door opened, and
the owner of the house, a jovial, rotund
figure In shirt and trousers, presented
himself.
“Mr. Josiah Brown, I suppose?” said
Holmes.
“Yes, sir; and you,* no doubt, are Mr.
Sherlock Holmes? I had the note which
you sent by the express messenger, and I
did exactly what you told me. We locked
every door on the inside and awaited de
velopments. Well, 1 am very glad to see
that you have got the rascal. I hope, gen
tlemen, that you will come In and have
some refreshment.”
However, Lestrade was anxious to get
his man Into saf?; quarters, so within a
few minutes our cab had been summoned
and we were all four upon our way to
London. Not a word would our captive
say, but he glared at us from the shadow
jf his matted hair, and once, when my
hand seemed within his reach, he snapped
at it like a hungry wolf. We stayed long
enough at the police station to learn that
a search of his clothing revealed nothing
save a few' shillings and a long sheath
knife, the handle of which bore copious
traces of recent blood.
“That's all right,” said Lestrade, as we
parted. “Hill knows all these gentry, and
he will give a name to him. You’ll find
that my theory of the Mafia will work out
all right. But I’m sure I am exceedingly
obliged to you, Mr. Holmes, for the work
manlike way in which you laid hands upon
him. I don’t quite understand it all yet.”
“I fear it is rather too late an hour for
explanations,” said Holmes. “Besides,
there are one or two details which are not
finished off, and it is one of those cases
which are worth working out to the very
end. If yo*u will come round once more
to my rooms at G o’clock tomorrow, I
think I shall be able to show you that
even now you have not grasped the entire
meaning of this business, which presents
some features which make it absolutely
original in the history of crime. If ever
I permit you to ohronicle any more of my
little problems, Watson, I foresee that you
will enliven your pages by an account of
the singulaf adventure of the Napoleonic
*T think not. I fancy we can attain our
end in a simpler way. I can’t say for
certain, because It all depends—well, it
all depends upon a factor which Is com
pletely outsklo our control. But I have
great hopes—In fact, the betting is ex
actly two to one—that If you will come
with us tonight 1 shall be able to help
you to lay him by the heels."
“In the Italian quarter?" v
"No, I fancy Chiswick Is an address
which Is more likely to find him. If you
will come with me to Chiswick tonight,
Lestrade, I'll promise to go to the Italian
quarter with you tomorrow, and no harm
will bo done by the delay. And now I
think that a few hours' sleep would do
us all good, for I do not propose to leave
oeforo 11 o’clock, and It Is unlikely that wc
(hall bo back before morning. You'll dine
with us, Bestrode, and then you are wel
come to the sofa until It is time for us to
start. In the meantime, Watson, I should
oe glad If you would ring for an express
messenger for I have a letter to send, and
it Is Important that It should go at once."
Holmes spent the evening in rummaging
among the files of the old dally papers
with which one of our lumber rooms was
packed. When at last ho descended, II
was with triumph in Ills eyes, but he said
nothing to either of us as to the result ol
his researches. For my own pnrt, I had
followed step by step the methods by
which he had traced the various windings
of this complex case, and, though I could
uot yet perceive the goal which we would
reach, I understood clearly that Holmes
expected this grotesque criminal to mak<
an attempt upon the two remaining busts
ono of which, I remembered, was at Chis
wick. No doubt the object of our journey
was to catph him in the very act, and 1
could not but admire the cunning wlti
which my friend had Inserted a wrony
clue In the evening paper, so as to glv<
the fellow the Idea that he could con
i tlnuo his scheme with Impunity. I was
1 not surprised when Holmes suggested tha
I I should take my revolver with me. Hi
1 had himself picked up the loaded huntlnj
1 crop, which was Ills favorite weapon.
| A four-wheeler was at the door at 11
and in It we drove to a spot at the othe
side of Hammersmith bridge. Here tin
cabman was directed to wait. A shor
walk brought us to a secluded road frlngei
with pleasant houses, each standing In it
own grounds. In the light of a stree
lamp wo read "Laburnum Villa" upon th
gate-post of one of them. The occupant
had evidently retired to rest, for all wa
dark, save for a fanlight over the hal
door, which shed a single blurred clrcl
on to the garden path. The wooden fene
which separated the grounds from th
1 road threw a dense black shadow upon th
Inner side, and hero It was that w
crouched.
"I fear that you’ll have a long wait.
Holmes whispered. "We may thank ou
sturs that it is not raining. 1 don’t thin
we can even venture to smoke to pass th
time. However, It's a two to one chanc
that we get something to pay us for ou
trouble."
It proved, however, that our vigil wa
not to be so long as Holmes had led us t
fear, and it ended In a very sudden an
singular fashion. In an Instant, wlthor
the least sound to warn us of his comint
the garden gate swung open, and a Uthi
dark figure, as swift and active as a
ape, rushed upon the garden path. W
saw it whisk past the light thrown froi
over the door and disappear against th
black shadow of the house. There was
long pause, during which wo held or
breath, and then u very gentle creakln
sound came to out ears. The window wi
being opened. The noise ceased, and agal
there was a long silence. The fellow' wi
making his way Into the house. We sa
the sudden flash of a dark lantern inslc
the room. What he sought was evident!
not there, for again we saw the Has
through another blind, and then throug
another.
"Let us get to the open window. We w!
nab him as he climbs out," Lestrade whl
pered.
But before we could move, the man lu
emerged again. As he came out into tl
glimmering patch of light, we saw tin
he carried something white under h
arm. He looked stealthily all around hit
Turning Ills back upon us he laid down h
burden, and the next instant there was tl
1 cvuud of u shaip tap. followed by a cla
UUJHS.
When we met again next evening, Les
trade was furnished with much informa
tion concerning our prisoner. His name, it
appeared, was Beppo, second name un
known. He was a well-known ne’er-do
well among the Italian colony. He had
once been a skillful sculptor and had
earned an honest living, but he had taken
to evil bourses and had twice already been
in gaol—once for a petty theft, and once,
as we had already heard, for stabbing a
I fellow countryman. He could talk Eng
lish perfectly well. His reasons for dc
| stroying the busts were still unknown, and
he refused to answer any questions upon
the subject, but thtf police had discovered
that these same busts might very well
have been made by his own hands, since
he was engaged in this class of work at
the establishment of Gelder & Co. To all
this Information, much of which we al
ready knew, Holmes listened with polite
attention, but I, who knew him so well,
could clearly see that his thoughts were
elsewhere,' and I detected a mixture of
mingled uneasiness and expectation be
neath that mask which he was wont to
assume. At last he started In his chair,
and his eyes brightened. There had been
a ring at the bell. A minute later we
heard steps upon the stairs, and an el
derly, red-faced man with grizzled slde
whiskers was ushered In. In his right
hand he carried an old-fashioned carpet
bag, which he placed upon the table.
“Is Mr. Sherlock Holmes here?”
My friend bowed and smiled. “Mr.
Sandeford, of Reading, I suppose?” said
he.
“Yes, sir, I fear that I am a little late,
but the trains were awkward. You wrote
i to me about a bust that is In my posses
sion.”
“Exactly.”
“I have your letter here. You said, ‘I
desire to possess a copy of Devine’s Na
poleon, and am prepared to pay you ten
• pounds for the one which is in your pos
> j session.’ Is that right?”
: j “Certainly.”
I j “I was very much surprised at your let
i ter, for I could not imagine how you
knew that I owned such a thing.”
5 “Of course you must have been sur
5 prised, but the explanation is very sim
? pie. Mr. Harding, of Harding Brothers,
l said that they had sold you their last
3 copy, and he gave me your address."
3 “Oh, that was it, was it? Did he tell
3 you what I paid for it?”
3 “No, he did not.”
3 “Well, I am an honest man, though not
a very rich one. I only £ave fifteen sHlll
• ings for the bust, and I think you ought
r to know that before I take ten pounds
1 from you.”
2 ”1 am sure the scruple does you honor.
2 Mr. Sandeford. But I have named that
r price, so I intend to stick to it.”
“Well, it is very handsome of you, Mr.
s Holmes. I brought the bust up with me,
j as you asked me to do. Here it is!” He
j opened his bag. and at last we saw placed
t upon our table a complete specimen of
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that bust which we had already seen more
than onoe in fragments.
Holme* took a paper from hi* pocket
and laid a ten-pound note upon the table.
“You will kindly sign that paper, Mr.
Samleford, in the presence of these wit
nesses. It is simply to say that you trans
fer every possible right that you ever had
In the bust to me. 1 am a methodical man,
you see, and you never Know what turn
events might take afterwards. Thank
you, Mr. Sandeford; here is your money,
and I wish you a very good evening.”
When our visitor has disappeared, Sher
lock Holmes' movements were such as to
rivet our attention. He began by taking a
clean white cloth from a drawer and lay
ing it over the table. Then he placed his
newly acquired bust in the center of the
cloth. Finally, he picked up his hunting
crop and struck Napoleon a sharp blow on
the top of the head. The figure broke into
fragments, and Holmes bent eagerly over
the shattered remains. Next instant, with
a loud shout of triumph he held up one
splinter, fn which a round, dark object
was fixed like a plum in a pudding.
“Gentlemen,” he cried, “let me introduce
you to the famous black pearl of the Bor
gias.”
Lestrade and I sat silent for a moment,
and then, with a spontaneous impulse, we
both broke out clapping, as at the well
wrought crisis of a play. A flush of color
sprang to Holmes pale cheeks, and he
bowed to us like the master dramatist who
receives the homage of his audience. It
was at such moment that for an instant
he ceased to be a reasoning machine, and
betrayed his human love for admiration
and applause. The same singularly proud
and reserved nature which turned away
with disdain from popular notoriety was
capable of being moved to its depths by
spontaneous wonder and praise from a
friend.
J. gVIJ IIUIICH, S-U.IU UO, 1L la lilXJ
most famous pearl now existing in the
world and it has been my good fortune,
by a connected chain of Inductive reason
ing, to trace it from the prince of Col
onna’s bedroom at the Dacre hotel, where
it was lost, to the interior of this, the
last of the six busts of Napoleon which
were manufactured by Gelder & Co., of
Stepney. You will remember, Lestrade,
the sensation caused by the disappearance
of this valuable jewel, and the vain ef
forts of the London police to recover it.
I was myself consulted upon the case, but
I was unable to throw any light upon It.
Suspicion fell upon the maid of the prin
cess, who was an Italian, and it was
proved that she had a brother in London,
but we failed to trace any connection be
tween them. The maid’s name was Lu
cretia Venuocl, and there is no doubt in
my mind that (his Pietro who was murd
ered two nights ago was the brother. I
have beer* looking up the dates in the old
files of the paper, and I find that the dis
appearance of the pearl was exactly two
days before the arrest of Beppo, for some
crime of violence—an event which took
place In the factory of Gelder & Co., at
the very moment when these Lusts were
being made. Now you clearly see the se
quence of events, though you see them,
of course, In the Inverse order to the way
in which they presented themselves to
me. Beppo had the pearl in his possession.
He may have stolen it from Pietre, he
may have been Pietro’s confederate, he
may have been the go-between of Pierto
and his sister. It is of no consequence
to us which is the correct solution.
“The m*in fact Is that he had the pearl,
and at that moment, when it was on his
person, he was pursued by the police. He
made for the factory in which he worked,
and he knew that he had only a few min
utes in which to conceal this enormously
valuable prize, which would otherwise be
found on him when*he was searched. Six
plaster casts of Napoleon were drying
the passage. One of them was still soft,
in an instant Beppo, a skillful workman,
made a small hole in the west plaster,
dropped In the pearl, and with a few
touches covered over the aperture once
more. It was an admirable hiding place.
No one could possibly find it. But
Beppo was condemned to a year's
imprisonment, and in the meanwhile his
six busts were scattered over London. He
could not tell which contained his treas
ure. Only by breaking them could he see.
Even shaking would tell him nothing, for
as the plaster was wet It was probable
that the pearl wrould adhere to it—as, In
fact, it has done. Beppo did not despair,
and he conducted his search with consid
erable ingenuity and perseverance.
Through a cousin who works with Gelder,
he found out the retail firms who had
bought the busts. He managed to find em
ployment with Morse Hudson, and In that
way tracked down t4iree of them. The
pearl was not there. Then, with the help
of some Italian employe, he suoceeded in
finding out where the other three busts
had gone. The first was at Harker’s.
There he w-as dogged by his confederate,
who held Beppo responsible for the loss of
the pearl and he stabbed him In the scuffle
whi«hi followed.”
‘‘If he was his confederate, why should
he carry his photograph?" I asked.
"As a means of tracing him, If he wished
to Inquire about him from any third per
son. That was the obvious reason. Well,
after the murder I calculated that Beppo
would probably hurry rather than delay
his movements. He would fear that the
police would read his secret, and so ho
hastened on before they should get ahead
of him. Of course, I could not say that
he had not found the pearl In Harker’s
bust. I had not even concluded for cer
tain that it was the pearl, but It was evi
dent to me that he was loklng for some
thing, since he carried the bust past the
other houses In order to break it In the
garden which had a lamp overlook it.
Since Harker's bust was one in three, the
chances were exactly as I told you—two to
one against the pearl being Inside it.
There remained two busts, and it was ob
vious that he would go for the London
one first. I warned the Inmates of the
house, so as to avoid a second tragedy,
arid we went down with the happiest re
sults. By that time, of course, I knew
for certain that it was the Borgia pearl
that we were after. The name of the
murdered man linked the one event with
the other—there only remained a single
bust—the Reading one—and the pearl must
be there. I bought It in your presence
from the owner—and there it lies.”
We sat in silence for a moment.
"Well," said Lestrade. "I’ve seen you
handle a good many cases, Mr. Holmes,
but I don’t know that I ever knew a more
workmanlike one than that. We’re not
Jealous of you at Scotland Yard. No,
sir, we are very proud of you, and If you
come <Jown tomorrow, there’s not a man,
from the oldest inspector to the youngest
constable, who wouldn't be glad to shake
you by the hand.”
“Thank you!” said Holmes. "Thank
you!" and as he turned away, it seemed to
mo that he was more nearly moved by the
softer human emotions than I had ever
seen him. A moment later he was the cold
and practical thinker once more. "Put
the pearl in the safe, Watson," said he,
"and get out the papers of the Conk
Singleton forgery case. Goodby, Lestrade.
If any little problem comes your way, I
shall be bappy, if I can, to give you a hint
or two ns to its solution."
(Continued Next Week)
Her Mind Made Up.
Catholic Standard and Times: "Pa.”
said Miss Strong, “I wish you would
stay fn this evening. Mr. Tardey will
want to speak to you.”
“So he has really proposed at last,
ehr'
"No.” replied the daughter, with an
air of determination, "but he will to
night.”
According to tne late returns, there
are 1,756 distinct trades being carried
on In London and Us suburbs.
I.
Looking Backward
I AN UNPUBLISHED POEM BY
| JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER
From the Independent.
[During Whittier's residence in Philadel
phia, 1S38-1840, a young lady friend, of that
city, herself the writer of pleasing verse,
Miss Elizabeth Nicholson, began a manu
script collection of his poems, including
literally everything he had published at
that time. This collection also included
many sportive and satirical verses, never
published, but circulated among his
friends. She was helped in securing his
earliest work, his boyish poems, by MV.
Whittier’s sister Elizabeth, who spent
some months in Philadelphia, while he
was editing the Pennsylvania Freeman.
While the collection was making Whittier
was not aware of it, and gave no help.
He was naturally annoyed when a hand
somely bound volume of neat manuscript
was handed him with a request that he
would write a preface for it. He had
i hoped that the “vain dreams and follies of
his early times" had been consigned to
oblivion, and did not relish the raising of
their ghosts while he was engaged in se
rious work. But at is was in manuscript
only, and for the perusal of intimate
friends, he consented to furnish the desired
preface, with the result given below. Tho
lines have a value as showing the attitude
of the poet In middle .life toward the less
.unselfish ambitions of his youth. The
unique volume refered to, with its intro
duction in Whittier’s handwriting, is now
in the possession of Miss Nicholson's rela
tives. S. T. Pickard.]
Sins of my luckless boyhood! Ghosts of
rhymes!
'Vain dreams and follie3 of my earlv times!
vFruits of brief respite from the student’s
lore,
Or conned at intervals of labor o’er
When stretched at ease where oaken shad
ows lay,
And the stream winded at my feet;
The unconscious ox that panted at my
side,
The dog that fondly his young master
eyed,
And, on the boughs above, the forest bird
Alone rude snatches of their measure
heard—
Or uttered when the world's enchantment
first
On dazzled eye or kindling spirit burst;
When flattery's voice in woman’s gentlest
tone
Woke thoughts and feelings heretofore
unknown;
When halls where wealth and tteauty, wit
and mirth,
And taste refined, and eloquence and
worth
TTnlf n nrl .Hffncrvl InUllanCc. 4^,,
Opened to welcome even a rustic boy;
Or where ambition’s lip of flame and fear
Burned like the tempter’s at my listening
ear. x
And a proud spirit, hidden deep and long.
Hose up for strife, stern, resolute and
strong,
Conscious of power, and proudly looking
up
To the high places of the land with hope.
The idle dreams of the enthusiast boy.
Imagination’s sorrow and its joy—
Woes upon paper, misery in reams.
Distress in albums, and despair in
dreams—
The dim world of the ideal—all the vain
And shadowy tribulations of the brain—
The Berkleyism of poetry, which sees
The real dream, and dreams realities—
Thoughts born of feelings now disowned
and spurned, (
Breathings of hopes for which my spirit
yearned—
I look upon ye with no kindly gaze—
Ye frail mementos of my boyish days!
I love not now, with manhood soberer eye
To read the lesson of your vanity.
Record of time misspent,*of mind abused,
Of God-given powers in folly’s service
used!
Oh for the power to dedicate anew
Heart, soul and spirit to the right and
true—
To offer up on Duty’s holy shrine
The morning incense of a heart like mine!
But vain the wish! Let the time past suf
fice
For Idle thoughts and worse than vanities.
Thy will. Oh Father! hath it not been
shown?
Thy gentle teachings have they not been
known?
Have I not heard amid life’s stormy din
The voice of bland entreaty entering in,
When midst my selfish aims of power and
fame.
The mournful sighing of the captive came
And a proud heart through all its triple
steel
Melted at others’ woe, and learned to feel?
Oh for Thine aid to bond anew the knee;
And turn my spirit wholly unto Thee;
To,give up all—hay cease to claim as mine
In prkle of heart, powers which alone are
Thine;
To Thee the abused and wasted gifts re
store.
Nor dare abuse Thy holy bounty more!
And thou whose partial hand hath kindly'
penned
These frail and wayside offerings of a
friend—
Who, cold and calm In outward seeming,
yet
Hath never learned a kindness to forget—
Thou unto whom is given that gift of
mind
Which, pure itself, delighteth still to find
Beauty in all things, anxious to make
known
Another’s gifts, while careless of thine
own—
Torglve me. If in gazing coolly now,
jVlth manhood’s.cautious eye and thought
worn brow.
Even with a grateful sense of secret glad
ness,
There blends the shadow of regretful sad
ness.
HOW CHOCTAWS HUNT DEER.
Hounds Run Animal to Cover and In
dian Kills It with a Stone.
From the St. Louis Globe-Democrat.
A better Illustration of the primitive
fnethods of the Choctaw Indian hunt
ms could not be given than the follow
ing story, as told by eye witnesses of
the feat:
A squad of huntsmen had been hunt
ing nearly six hours one day, just be
fore the first fall of snow. The moun
tains and valleys were covered by a
heavy frost. A deer which had evi
dently been shot had just passed down
:he mountain and headed for the creek
ialf a mile below. The hunters fol
lowed the scent as fast as possible.
Reaching the heavy growth of brush
and trees which swept the bank of the
stream, they saw a young Indian rid
ng right toward the creek. Several
hounds were baying, and when they
approached closer they saw that the
logs had run the deer to cover. He
was a beauty, and presented a grand
sight as he backed into the creek from
:he great red rocks, with the pack of
aungry Indian dogs following him and
larking loudly. The Indian quickly
tprang from his pony and picked up
t stone about the size of a base ball.
He drew back deliberately, just like a
mack base bail pitcher, and then hurled
the stone through the air.
It struck the deer squarely between
the eyes and down the animal fell in
j. foot of water. Like a cat, Quick Eye,
is the Indian was called, rushed to it.)
iide and pulled the dogs off. The stone
lad done its work. As though it was a
isual occurrence, the Indian picked up
■he carcass, tossed it over his shoulder
ind carried it to his horse, after which ■
le rode toward his home.
Just as a Guarantee.
This story is told of what befell a
.‘ommereial traveler at a Perry, O. K.,
lotel: He called a waiter to him and I
said: ‘’Waiter, look here. Isn't this 1
i cow’s hair in my butter?” The wait- 1
■r took up the butter, examined the. !
lair, and then replaced the plate before
:he patron with a nod of satisfaction.
'Yes, sir," lie said, “that’s a genuine
'tow’s hair. We serve them with our ,
lutter, sir, to show that it ain't oleo- I
nargarlne.”
Antwerp is to spend $10,000,000 in or
ler to secure the most up-to-date port i
| u the world. I
Word to the Wise:
From the Chicago News.
After a swing around the happy ecu-1
pie had settled down In a cozy flat.
One morning as she took her custom-*
ary place at the breakfast table, tho
bride placed a large revolver by the
side of her plate.
“W-why, my dear," stammered tho
astonished husband, “w-what does that
mean?”
“It means, George,” replied her bride
lets, "that we have biscuits of my own
construction for breakfast and that no
adverse criticism will be tolerated.”
V ..- • ■■■■---..-y
_ ,
Farm Facts
*. '■■....t'
Fall pigs may pay some feeders, but
they require special care and urging to
get them to amount to anything.
To get the most out of clover hay
It must be sweet smelling, free from
dirt, and it must have the bulk of the
leaves left on.
If you have a big clover hay harvest
start cutting early, otherwise you will
have a lot of over-ripe, woody stuff, not
fit for anything except bedding.
One should be careful when turning
stocks on rape for-the first few days.
Better have the animals till themselves
up on some old hay or straw, before go
ing into the rape field.
Don't be afraid to bear down on tho
curry-comb and brush. Vigorous
grooming will do more to keep the
work team In condition than an extra
allowance of grain or hay.
Fence rows unmowed are an abom
ination to any farm. Clean them up
befare the weeds go to seed; and while
you have tho mower out run up and
down the roadway a few times.
Persistent spraying during July and,
August, using the bordeaux mixture, is
the best preventative of blight in pota
toes. Keep the disease in check early
and you will not have much trouble.
Here is one of the worst leaks on
many farms—allowing the rain to car
ry the fertility out of the jnanure.
This manure question Is now the most
Important one in all farming opera
tions.
If you want to b# real comfortable
these hot evenings, screen off a por
tion of the pordli. Beside making a
nice place to rest, free from Insect
pests, it's a fine place to set the dinner
table.
Difference in Thefts.
"Where’s Willie?” asked Mr. Spratt,
arriving home from business the other
night.
"Oh. John,” replied Mrs. Spratt with
a troubled countenance, “something
very, very distressing happened today.
I left 2 cents lying on the dining room
table and Willie took it and went out
to the corner and bought candy with
it. I taxed him with the crime and ho
owned up. I corrected him and sent
him to bed. You must have a serious.
talk with him in the morning. Oh! I
am so distressed about Willie! I be- p
lieve I should die, John, really, if the
boy grew up dishonest.” And Mrs.
Spratt wiped a tear out of her eye.
“Oh! I wouldn’t worry,” soothingly
replied the husband. “I will talk to
the little sinner in the morning. Wil
lie is only 6 years old, you know, and
most children of that age are apt to
yield easily to temptation. Their ideas
of right and wrong are not firmly fixed
as yet. But what have you been doing
today, love?"
"Oh! I have been shopping; and,
John, the funniest think happened. I.
rode all the way up town In a surface
car and it didn’t cost me a cent. The;
conductor never once asked me for my
fare.”
“And did you offer it to him?”
“Of course not, goosie. It was his
business to ask me for it, wasn’t it?”
“Do you think that was quite--er—
er honest?” ventured John.
“Why, of course it was,” tartly- re
plied Mrs. Spratt. “What is the con
ductor paid for, I should like to know?
It isn't my business to make him col-,
lect his fares, Is it?”
“Well, now, in Willie’s case," veil-,
tured the amused husband.
"Why, John, how can you talk so
silly?” rejoined his wife. “The cases
are entirely different. You are absurd.
Really I don’t think men have their
sense of fight and wrong any more
firmly fixed than children. If the con
ductor had asked me for my fare I
should have given it to him, of course,”
“Oh, yes, certainly. Of courqp, my
dear,” replied John with a queer looli
in his eyes.
CLEVER DOCTOR
Cured a 20 Year*’ Trouble Without
Aliy Medicine.
A wise Indiana physician cured
twenty years’ stomach disease without
any medicine, as his patient tells :
"I had stomach trouble for twenty
years, tried allopathic medicines, patent
medicines and all the simple remedies
suggested by my frieuds, but grew
worse all the time.
“Finally a doctor, who is . the most
prominent physician in this part of the
State, told me medicine would do me
no good, only Irritating my stomach
and making it worse—that I must look
to diet and quit drinking coffee.
“I cried out in alarm, ‘Quit drinking
coffee!’ why, ’What will I drink?’
“ ‘Try Postum,” said the doctor ; ‘I
drink it and you will like it when it is
made according to directions, with
cream, for it is delicious and has none
of the had effects coffee has.”
“Well, that was two years ago and
I am still drinking Postum. My stom
ach is right again, and I know Doctor
lilt the nail on the head when he de
cided coffee was the cause of all my
trouble. I only wish I had quit it
years ago and drank Postum in its
place." Name given by Postum Co.,
Battlo Creek, Mich.
Never too late to mend. Ten days’
trial of Postum In place of coffee works
wonders. There's a reason.
Look In pkgs. for the famous rutia
*iook. “The Hoad to Wellvllle.’’