A BEN DAVIS CROSS. | The Ben Davis apple is generally known j among growers as the beautiful apple, without any other good qualities. It Is one of the poorest apples grown in the matter j of quality and sells entirely on Its beauty. Growers have always hoped that some ex-. per would rlml a cross which would give | the world some of the beauty of tho Ben Davis with tin* good qualities of some oth- j or sorts and attempts have been made j from time to time with more or less Indif ferent results until a cross was made be-1 tween the Ben Davis and the McIntosh. ; While tho new variety, which is .still j mainefcas, has not been tested sufficiently . _s. ^ to give It a place of merit, It Is promising. In tho matter of flavor, a most Important thing. It la very much bettor than Ben Davis though not so good as the McIntosh. In shape the now sort Is larger than the Ben Davis but most resembles tho McIn tosh In appearance, a fact to be regretted and which Indicates that tho best results ■(save not been obtained for we want to retain the beauty of the Ben Davis with the Improved quality of tho other parent; this done, and we will have a variety which will sell In any market and at a high price. USING CHEAP SHRUBS. For a long time. In this department, we have urged the setting of ornamental trees and shrubs, particularly the latter, about the farm home. A large number of cor- | respondents have asked for a small list of shrubs and have invariably requested that no classes high In price be named. As a matter of fact the most desirable oflajtww and varieties are among the mod erate-ta-prloe so there Is really no excuse for going without them. Here Is a small list that will give satisfaction anywhere, which are Inexpensive, easy to grow and readily planted In fall or spring: Hydran gea panlculata grandltlora, Syrlnga, For syth m, Comus raascula varlegala, Splrca ■pruntfolla, the varieties of Welgella and the varieties of Althea all of which can be ( bought for 20 to 35 cents, each first class plants which will not fall to give entire satisfaction and which will furnish plenty ■ of bloom from spring until late fall as well > as giving much variety In habit of growth and foliage markings. Send to any of the j . pursers'men whose advertisements you i may tee for a catalogue and set out some j -of the sorts named this fall. If one Is An a cold climate It will be a good plan to jut the plants back considera*ly and give | ahem protection during the winter by j mounding up the soil at the base In the ■ late fall. I THE DECLINE OF MASHES. Bo long ns bowel trouble is the main difficulty with which wo contend In tho handling of chicks from hatching to the j Haying age Just so long we should seek to tflnd scam- plan of feeding which will over- i • come this. It has been demonstrated that ! •much of the trouble in this direction is ( •duo to the old-tlmc plan of feeding soft : foods, or mashes, us they are generally ! known. In this form the food seems to > .compact at first and then decay or sour In 1 (the passage to the bowels where It makes 1 ■serious trouble. Then poultrymcn learned do feed only whole grain regulating It ac- | •cording to the age and size of the chick ; and gradually carrying It along to the lay- | dng ago. It was found that by this plan a .stronger better pullet resulted and now It la rare that the mash Is fed to any fowls : but adults and that only In a small de gree. During the summer when the half grown chicks are on the range the matter «f feeding Is extremely Important, because ♦very ounce of food they take should be j one more lift toward the production of a ; bird that will go Into winter quarters at 1 live months old strong and vigorous and ready and able to turn out eggs In quanti ties without. Impairing Its vigor. Give tho youngsters a good range, not too exten sive. plenty of shade and good water and what grain they need night and morning and tho pullets In the fall should bo all that Is desired. INVESTMENTS POR FARMERS. In some sections good crops for a num* ' ber of years In secceasion have made the farmer fairly well off or at least with e rich enough to grow the roots In good size and ?row them rapidly enough so that the l&vor will be all that Is possible to obtain tnd so that they will keep well. On soil hat Is not to high In price so that It Is leoded for one or more money crops It pays :o devote a considerable area to root crops f he has stock to which they can be fed ind If they can bo grown at no great ex pense they ran be profitably fed to swine *ven when tho low price of pork is con ildered. Root crops are worthy much nore attention than they generally receive n the hands of the average farmer or lairyman. RASPBERRY CULTURE PROFIT ABLE. All things considered raspberries are eally more profitably than strawberries ind, so far as Insect enemies are con *erned, are about on a par. The demand or raspberries, both red and black caps, s far ahead of the supply and the prices ire hotter In proportion than for etraw >errles. As a rule under normal condl ions raspberry plants need bo renewed lot oftener than every seven or eight -ears while it is rarely tiie case that a itruwberry bed will be profitable after the hlrd year. Raspberry plantations are nuch more easily cultivated than straw jerry beds and at a corresponding less ex >ense. In sections of the east the black japs have been few and far between not lecauso the crop was small owing to light jcarlng but because the number of bearing )lants was small. The writer will show lis faith in raspberries, located within bC niles of a large city, by setting them iberally another planting season. By no neans will we abandon our extensive beds >f strawberries but will simply extend the ruit industry by setting more raspberries atlver than more strawberries. Look into he matter in your section and see what he opportunities arc. THE VINELESS POTATO. If anything was proof that the vlnolesa >otato proposition had little or no merit, he fact that the postoffice department las issued a fraud order against the con 'crn Is pretty good evidence that Uncle Sam docs not consider it a good thing for 'armers to become mixed up In. Potato growers are quite familiar with the plan >f sprouting potatoes under straw but hose who have tried it know' full well hat when such potatoes are used for seed hero is not enough advantage gained to warrant the great care necessary in ban ning these sprouted tubers. We want to iay right here and for the third or fourth imo that If farmers will bear in mind that hey are paying out considerable money \ach year in each state in the union for he support of experiment stations and hat every one of these stations make it a >art of their w'ork to test new sorts, they iced look only to the directors of such itntions for Information regarding any lew class or variety in which they may 3e interested. Any discoverer of a new »ort is not only willing but anxious to mve it tested on the grounds of the sev hose in charge will report concerning the /alue of the new applicant for public ’avor without fear or favor and that such •eports may be relied upon. Don’t buy *are things or wonderful things in the igrleultural line without first finding out what the people of the experiment station n your own state think of them. Do not nesltate to use your experiment station for die majority of them will hail with delight iny Interest taken by the farmers of the state. Do more than write them, call on them: you will be well treated and learn enough to pay you several times over fol the trip.. I vww I It I i i W I I VII There are a number of ideas for the ven tilation of poultry houses which are very desirable but most of them are expensive to put into operation. The main benefit tc be obtained from ventilation is dryness of atmosphere which of itself means the cir culation of pure air. In any plan of ven tilation the air from out of doors should be taken in from near the bottom of the house and follow the ventilator until it reaches the top or nearly so before It is allowed to escape Into the rom. We think tho plan of ventilation indicated in the illustration la one of the best known. Tho foundation for a comfortable dry house is ■ laid in the floor which is of concrete kept | thicker with straw. The shaft is run in \ evil lUip.' ' li IV i 11 Ifs, iiht ill lu.'l- ill llir- I <17111 I indicated by the arrow' at the bottom left and escaping Into the room at the point in the shaft indicated by the upper arrow which opening is covered with wire net ting. At the point B an opening is cut into the shaft through which the foul air escapes into the shaft and out at the point ! of the ventilator on the outside of the house. A damper is provided as showm so that the current of air can be controlled l iii the event of a windy day. The detailed I drawing at the bottom of the cut show' I how this damper is operated. The whoi® plan is simple, easily put in operation &ad will be found very effective. Before Her Father. He stood before her father when The day was at its close, And In It is pocket there and then He had a withered rose, A once red rose that she possessed Ere, yielding to his prayer, She took it from her gentle breast And gave it to his care. He stood before her father who Was old and gray and grim; lie longed to speak a word or two. Hut words deserted him. Before her fatlx-r, grim and gray, Her red rose he forgot. And thrice made up his mind to say The words he uttered not. He stood there while her father sat At ease and paw him ding With one hand to the soiled strap that Was not a restful thing; His feet were sore, his look was sad, He longed for space to Fit, But lacked the nerve to ask her dad. To move along a bit. —Puck. SOME RACING STORIES. From the Washington filar. Tills young man, who works for his living in an F stret t office, couldn't get ills desk anything llko cleaned up till nearly half past 2 last Saturday afternoon. Then lie broke out of his office at a canter, making for the New "York avenue surface line of cars, Ben ning-bound. He wasn’t so eager to make the truck in lime for the first race—3 o'clock—on his own account. But he hud a $10 note, belonging to a friend, in ids clothes, to be wagered on Win chester in the first race. He was considerably worried, how ever, when, on boarding the New Y’ork avenue car at Fourteenth street, he fig ured that, with the clearest light of way and the best going, the car would only Just about make Benning in time for the first race. The car hustled along at a pretty good clip till the bridge over the East ern branch was reached. Then the car's fuse or hew-gag, or something or other, burned out, and it camo to a standstill. It wus then eight minutes to 3. The young man with the $10 note to go on Winchester for a friend broke out in a cold perspiration. There was no chance for the car to reach the Ben nine t«-» in timr» fnr nnw r\f Uq nn u. sengers to play the first race. Sup posing Winchester were to win at 20 or 30 to 1 or some such foolish figure! He was In a sad fume over the situa tion, when, to the rear of the car, he heard the notes of a three-strap auto mobile siren. The young man leaped out of the stalled car, ran over to the middle of the road and waved his arms wildly directly in the path of the ap proaching buzz-wagon. The machine slowed up. "Hey, there, Jim; what the dickens ails you?" the driver of the car called out to the young man. "I can’t give you a lift—wagon’s packed full now." "Don’t want any lift,” replied the young man, hurriedly. "Here, take this,” handing the owner of the auto mobile a $10 note, “and get it on Win chester in the first race for me. Money belongs to a friend of mine, and the blamed Winchester horse is liable to cop and cut mo out of a summer vaca tion if I don't get the bet down somo way, and-’’ The man in the buzz-wagon under stood. He took the $10 and was on his way before the young man in the road had finished his explanation. When the young man with the quick thinking habit got to the entrance the owner of the automobile was waiting for him at the turnstile. He had $110 in his hand. "1 got the bet down," he said, "just as the mutts wore lined up to break. Winchester wins, and I got 10 to 1.” The F street youth's sudden Impulse to Jump from the stalled car and stop the automobile had been worth Just $100 to him. As to that same Winchester race, George Sheridan, a well known follow er of the game from Chicago, and a heavy bettor when he thinks he is in good, had a dry remark to make when the numbers went up. Sheridan had "gone to" some other horse in the race to the tune of $300. When Winchester finished in the van, “breezing," Sheri dan, who was standing just behind the press box. Jammed his hat over his eyes, thrust his hands into his pockets and observed grouchily: "Winchester, hey? And Sheridan twenty miles away!” The sad story attaching to almost every case wherein one man bets an other man’s money at a race track had its ten-millionth exemplification in the race which Fiat won, with as good as 10 to 1 against him. A Pennsylvania avenue restaurateur who went to the track by the steam cars on that day was held up by a friend at the station. The friend couldn't get away from his business to go to the track that day, it seemed, but he had a tip on Fiat and wanted tc get $20 down. Would his friend, the restaurateur take the $20 and play Fiat straight for him? The restaurat eur. remembering some doleful in cidents in connection with proxy bet ting and having a keen sense of his own notorious absentmindedness besides, tried to duck, but he couldn’t get out of it. His fl-lend was insistent, and so the restaurant man took the $20 and promised to get it down on Fiat in the last race! absent-minded restaurateur had clean forgotten all about that $20 Fiat money to be put down for his friend. He didn't, in fact, stay at the track for the last race at all. He cleaned up about $70 up to and including the fifth race, and then he concluded that he'd got all that ought to be coming to him for one day, and started to town in an electric, car. On the way in he began to figure up his bank roll, checking off his bets and winnings. He found that he was $20 ahead of the balance figures, and he was very gloatful, indeed. "Well, this,” said he to himself, "is the first time 1 ever got ahead of a bookmaker or a bookmaker’s crew. One of those cashiers must have given me $20 too much in settling one of my bets. Fine! I suppose I’ll spend the whole day tomorrow looking up that cashier and giving him back the $20 he gave me by mistake—yes, yes,” and he con tinued to gloat most cheerfully all the way back to town in the electric car. He met the man who had given him the $20 Fiat money when he got off the car to change for his restaurant at the transfer station. The Flat man began to execute difficult and involved jig steps as soon as he saw the restaura teur. "Yow! I guess I’m the poor horse picker, ain’t I?” he gurgled to the res taurateur. "I’m a perfect shine at this thing of lighting on the long ones, ain't I? Just telephoned to the track and found out that little old Fiat copskies at 10 to 1. Wow! Gimme my $220, old man—and much obliged to you for get ting it down.” The restaurateur had remembered, of course, long before his gurgly friend had concluded .Is happy little speed* And, without a word, he went into his dungarees and dug up the $220. But the next time he lets any friend hold him up at a race track the capital of the United States will he Aurora-in-the Ozarks, and that shift, it is generally understood, is some little distance in the future. Equally sad, as the result of his off handedness. was a young gentleman from Baltimore, who, one day last week, brought a couple of young wom en friends over from the Monumental city to view the Penning game for an afternoon. The party viewed the races from the club house. Came a race In which one of the young women, look ing over her program, clapped eye on the name of a horse dubbed Nutwood. "Oh. there was a girl at the convent named Nutwood—Jane Nutwood," tx | claimed this young woman. “And wluit an athletic girl she was—she could | beat all of the girls in the hundred ! yards, e-e-easy! Oh, I'm going to I have a dollar on Nutwood. What's j Nutwood's price?” addressing the ! young man. I "Oh. GO to 1, or something like that.” carelessly replied the young | man from Baltimore. "Crab. Only In | the way. Hasn't got a chance in the world. Crawfish. Runs backward. I Lob. Wasting her money. Forget It.” | But the girl who’d had a schoolmate named Nutwood Insisted, and then the other girl caught the hunch fever, and (hey both Insisted upon the young man I getting a dollar apiece down for them | an Nutwood. | "Oh, It’s post time now%” said the young man. ’’Tell you what I’ll do. I'll lay you against Nutwood myself. Soft two bucks for me. Stealing it. I’ll give you each 50 to 1 against Nutwood. That satisfy you?” | Well, they'd rather got It down with a regular bookmaker, they said—it would seem more reckless—but — | "You’re on. both of you—GO to 1 each ; : an Nutwood,” and they Insisted upon taking their $1 bills out of their pock- ; ! tbooks and giving them to him, while | ne smiled enjoyably and talked airily j ibout how soft the money looked to I I him. When Nutwood won from Monte : Carlo by a nose he paid out his $100 . like a little man. but he looked ex tremely thoughtful and preoccupied j for the remainder of the afternoon. WASH DOGS, MIND BABIES. Women Hire Plumber for Strange Pur- j po3e at High Wage. From the Detroit Free Press. Washing dogs and "minding" babies at GO cents an hour—these are the high ly delightful occupations that two plumbers were engaged In last week. I A plumber who employs the two men, and whose word Is as good as hi3 bond, Is authority for the facts. "Please send a plumber up to my house right away,” said a woman over the 'phone. "What do you think she wanted?” said the workman when he returned half an hour later. "She wanted me to wash her do™.” "Go back and wash him." said his employer, and he did. It took him all the afternoon to scrub the canine. The woman cheerfully paid $3. A woman—not the same woman—In an excited tone of voice, asked that a plumber be sent to her house for three 1 hours. When the man arrived the woman, who Is well known in society, brought out a box of her husband's best cigars, the latest magazines—and a baby. Af ter minding the infant three hours, while the mother was out shopping, he collected $1.80, filled his pockets with i good cigars and returned to the shop. How Harry Was to Biame. From the Chicago Daily News. ‘ Anyhow,” said the girl In the new »pring hat with the trelliswork of roses j on It, "It was Harry’s own fault. Ho is ! >lways trying to do things that are funny, ! and expects us to go into ecstacies of j ! mirth over them. How were we to know i j :his wasn’t one of them? It was my turn i I :o entertain the club," and it was to he a j costume party. I "1 decided to have a Dutch luncheon, ; mil every ono was to come dressed as a j Hollander. Nearly all of them came early | out Harry, and we were all laughing at ;ach other, when I heard some one on the front porch. When I opened the door I I learly died of laughing. I knew at onco | it was Harry, for I recognized his eyes. : Ho must have gone to an awful lot of ^ work getting up his costume, 1 thought, J for he had on big blue trousers and a ! checked shirt with pearl buttons, and un i 3er his cap was a wig of straight yellow 1 pair, and he wore a big yellow mustache. I "He hung back and acted as though ho was ashamed of himself—and, really, I ildn’t blame him, for you know how proud i Harry usually Is of his appearance. I i grabbed him and dragged him In, and j shrieked for every one to come and look, i They just went crazy over him, told him he was splendid and asked where he got the costume, while they were turning him around till he must have been dizzy. “He played the part pretty well, too, actually stammering some Dutch at us and sending us off Into fresh spasms. Wo all laughed so no one could have told what he was saying If any one had wanted to. Then he bucked up against the wall and got mad and threw his arms around and knocked over a lamp. When he didn't stop | acting after that, or seem sorry, we all stopped laughing and began to feel a little I Indignant. It seemed to be carrying the joke too far. "Goodness knows what would have hap ! pened next, for he was breathing hard and glaring at us, when there was a fresh J ■ commotion In the hall, and who should , walk In but Harry himself, In ordinary 1 clothes, with nothing but a big Dutch cap IU uiaguise mm. 1 “I looked at him, and then I looked at the man I had dragged in, and I thought 1 must be losing my mind, j “ ‘Who are you, anyway?’ I demanded ' of the man against the wall. ! “He took a long breath and swallowed hard and looked as though he would like j to oat some one In revenge. | “ ‘I haf try to tell you,' he said. ‘I am 1 the brudder of Lena, und I come to see j her.’ I “Lena is our new maid. T led the man j nut into the kitchen, where Lena was. | Then I hurried back to scold Harry. We j all took It out on him, and he got real pro- I yoked about it—though I am sure he might i I lave seen he was the one to blame, and ; aught to have been willing to apologize !or it.” Uncle Rastus’ Defense. The Honorable Malcolm Rice Patterson, 1 Df Tennessee, tells a story about an old icgro who had been arrested for stealing i pig down in his state. After all wit tesses had been heard and it was conelu »ive that the old darky was guilty, the udge, who knew him well, turned to him 1 md said, “Why did you steal that pig, | Uncle Rastus?” j “Bekase mah pooh fambly was stahvin’, i ro’ honor,” replied the prisoner. I “Family starving, eh? But they tell me I ^ou own five dogs. How is that, Uncle I Vastus?" ar-4ted the judge, j Uncle Rastus scratched his head and i ooked at the floor as though in deep j bought; then, raising ills head and look- , I ng squarely at the judge, he replied: I j ‘Dat’s er fack, yo’ honor; but I reckon yo* j ill wudn’t 'spect mah fambly ter eat i i iem dawgs.” j Sentence was suspended. He Had Tt's Wish. The late Carl Schurz had no considera ’ tlon for hypocrites or pretenders. Upon literary pretenders he was particularly ee i verc. At a dinner in New York one night a millionaire who had written a volume of ' poems sneered ai politics. . “I wouldn't give a picayune,” he raid, ’ ; “for a senatorship or a cabinet office. To ! t>e even president wouldn’t tempt me. I, for my part would rather be known any ' day as a third-rate ix:et than a first-rate j stateman." “Well, aren’t you?” shouted Mr. Schurz. 1 STORY OF “THE SOWER WHO WENT OUT TO SOW” In the standard sleeper of a train bound for the coast, a minister and a priest were ''talking shop.” If they had any differences concerning the most ap proved methods of salvation they con cealed them and, apparently, both were willing to grant that all who mortified the flesh and kept hot on the trail of the saints would finally be saved. Every seat in the coach was held by people who were evidently on good terms with all that is worth having in this most bright and beautiful world. ! The school girls who looked interest- j ing to the men very discreetly hovered | near the wing of the Catholic father when the train stopped long enough at a station for a platform promenade. The Protestant minister was the easy mark of a woman who had just lost her husband and really wanted to know If they would meet again in heaven. The traveling men were non-committal, but they seemed to have some doubts. A grandmother made the little girl with her read the bible so much that she must have been nearly through | with it; anyhow, she laid it down and began to cry. Then grandma hustled her into the vestibule. The man who had read all the papers and magazines he could get on the train took the little girl’s bible and turned the leaves as if he had never before seen the book. He was familiar when younger with passages in it. He knew the many things said in praise of the book of books, but as he read the old verses he knew in childhood days he decided that he had found more in them than he could find now that he was a matured man who had seen about all there was to see and therefore knew about all there was to know of life. He had always liked to read the parables of our Lord. Often he had thought of the ones about the talents, the sheep and the goats, and the "sower who went out to sow.” He said to himself, I am that one. But when it came to the teaching that it was right to give those who did one hour s work as much pay as those who worked all day, he couldn’t stand for that. And yet the master who had contracted to pay those who worked all the time only a penny, cienny xit: xiavA to pay the same price to others who came later if it pleased him to do so. How many times, he reflected, he had seen the last made first—how often he had seen the many called and the few chosen. “The stone which the builders rejected is become the head of the corner.” He had his own opinion about what was coming to the prodigal son. He rather liked to think that he would be brave enough to fall where he stood rather than weaken; yet he knew that the way to make wrong right is to bravely ask for the Great Teacher to please excuse bad spellin' and writin . And when the foolish virgins—they were foolish to be without oil. People nowadays buy what they need and at the same time contribute their mite to higher education. He knew the parable of the home di vided against itself which could not stand, and the house built on the sand should have been built on the rock, of course. Pie approved of the Good Sa maritan and wondered how the others who passed by could have done so. And then he glanced at the story of the young man who was told to sell all he had and follow the Master—and as he read he got the faintest grasp of the sorrow and loneliness of Him who bade His weary followers to sleep on and take their r^st. The passenger opposite—not long out of college—said to him; “Guess the two old church crows have got their work done—anyway they’ve quit talking re ligion. None for me. Dave Harum’s the stuff. Do the other fellow as he does you and do him first—if not the words it’s the policy all right.” “It is the wrong policy even from the most selfish point,” came the sober answer from the reader of parables. “What you sow you reap. You get back just what you give. I don’t mean that the other fellow always appreci ates your fairness, but I mean that you feel better yourself for being straight, and ingratitude or dishon esty in others is no sort of excuse for paying them the same coin. When you act meanly you feel meanly. Hon est men must retire counterfeit money from circulation and never pass it along.” “Well, I treat folks just as they treat me,” said the callow one. "This returning good for evil is all right for church folks, but I'm a sinner, I guess” —and he looked wicked enough to smoke a cigaret and drink ice water. "I don’t want to do the work of the two disciples in this car, but I’ve lived long enough to know the truth. I’ve tried all ways and all plans. The only way to live is to just go straight ahead every day, in every place, and do your best, making all allowances possible— giving all a square deal. At best you will fail of your purpose enough to make you miserable at times; but it is the only way—it is the sum and sub stance of right living. It keeps one serene and happy part of the time, at least. No return is asked or expected, but return is made oftener than it is withheld.” even the people who preach it practice Harum’s belief most,” said the young one. “Who in this car—right here—is thinking of helping the other fellow? They are all figuring on doing him if they can, instead of doing for him. There may be children and women on this train who are hungry and discour aged and sick, but the shepherds and their following are not hunting the sheep.” “The failure of anyone to be con siderate does not excuse any lack of consideration," said the man. "All of us like our ease and comfort, but not one of us would fail to extend help where it is needed if we heard the call. Too often the needy misjudge and mis understand, and when we would like to help them, resent It—keep us off. I am mighty grateful to the many, who have helped me, and I’d like to help others." "Gracious,” said the collegian, “you are too good.” The young fellow | whistled a topical song. The man sat [ silent, and a little later went forward ; through the cars. “There was a sower who went out I to sow ” ho murmured. He recalled having seen a sick girl in the chair ! car and yet a certain big, strong man he knew had a lower berth in the ! sleeper. He had about made up his mind to offer his lower to a finely dressed, fussy woman whom he had heard begging the conductor for a i lower when told that there was only an upper left, but as he thought of the sick girl in the chair car he wished that the fussy woman in the sleeper could get neither upper nor lower and : be compelled to sit in the chair car as the sic): girl did. He had not seen the I girl since the noon stop the day be fore, so he went to her car, and when i lie reached her there was u vacant seat by her and he sat down in it. “[ beg your pardon,” he said, “but isn't this Miss Smith?” The girl smiled ' the wan smile of the whito-plagued and j answered: "No, this is Miss Jones.” ! “I think I saw you talking with a i friend of mine at Las Vegas." I "Oh. that, was Mr. Dawson, the civil --- ■ --- - - -..4 engineer, working on the new cut-oft. He was very kind to me.” The man from the sleeper didn’t know Dawson, but he pretended that he did. “Dawson Is a good fellow,” he risked saying, because she said he was kind. "Before he left the train he tried to get me a berth, hut he couldn’t, and I am not very well, and I am so tired and sleepy-” "Why, I have a berth,” said the man, “and if Dawson had told me you want ed one you could have had mine. You must take it tonight. 1 have had a good rest and it would really do me good to come back here and take your seat and rough it a bit. This car and this chair are lots better than the rich est people could buy twenty years ago.” And soon the sick girl was back in the standard with a well tipped porter waiting on her at the direction of some well bred women who tried to make her comfortable. As the night came on the man got tired of his seat in the chair car and went into the smoker where he talked with a cattle man about the country they were passing through. In one of the forward seats a woman and a girl were trying to sleep, taking tu^jis in caring for an epileptic youth, who would wake now and then and strike them. They were weary and stained with travel and as miserable as they possibly could be. When the cattle man got off. the man from the sleeper sat down by the irresponsible boy and In duced the tired r jmen to sleep while he became their burden bearer. Once the hoy waked and slapped his new seatmate. For a second the imbecile was in clanger of having his head knocked off, for the muscular man he • had caught off his guard had probably never been struck in that manner be fore in hts life. But he conquered his desire to strike back and held the poor fellow until he was quiet in sleep again. It was broad daylight before the mother and daughter awoke, for they were worn out. At the breakfast stop the mail got them fooa, and when he left them his charge of the night was looking out the window without at tracting attention of passengers or troubling those with him. the trainmen nodded to him and the conductor said: “Well, you’ve done those folks a good turn.” Several times during the night the trainmen had come into the car and had i\n the man con trol the violent boy, and they knew he had done his part becomingly. When the man reached the sleeper the porter called him "colonel’’ and told him the sick girl had offered the lower to the stout lady, who refused it. But she did a lot to make the girl comfort able. “They told me to thank you, and everybody !n this car is saying nice things about you,” said the porter. The minister beamed on him. The priest gave him a silent blessing. The para ble about the leaven which leavened the whole lump came to his mind. The collegian said, “You’re game.” The school girls gave him smiles. Grand mother sent the little girl to him to say: “I want you to hake my bible and keep it.” And she looked so happy to be rid of it that he took it. All the while he was trying to recall the lines: How far that little candle casts its beams So shines a good deed in a naughty world. The man didn’t feel proud of himself, but he felt good because he had done some good, and then he knew that in--, asmuch as those about him understood and appreciated his efforts, that they would gladly do as much or more than he had done, when the opportunity came to them. As the porter told him. the stout woman had taken good care of the sick girl—she happened to be going to the same town—and they were off the train before he returned to tne sleeper, but he did not expect or desire grateful words from the girl. She was more than half in the other world with the fatal malady that looks hopefully to sun-up in vain for help. He felt fine to have made things pleasant for her. The sick boy and his mother and sis ter were comfortable and would soon be home. All in all, things had gone well. "This is a pretty good world, after ill," said the man. He had been to the coast a dozen times and this was his best trip. He picked up the little girl’s bible and found the words: “A sower went forth to sow * * * whosoever hath, to him shall be given." Ewing Herbert. $25,000 for Her Kindness. From the New York World. Peter ICronheim of South Africa, Aus tralia and Montana is now a millionaire, t>ut twenty years ago he was regarded as i spendthrift with no friend left but his cousin, Mrs. Kay Wclfe, whc r.ow lives at 1G East One Hundred and Thirty-first street. He had been left a fortune by his rather, a Brooklyn tanner, but had dissi pated it in less than three years. Curi Dusly enough, a tanning process of his own liscovery had been instrumental in accu mulating the fortune, but when he came into his money he spent it with a free hand and then dropped out of sight. From time to time his cousin used to hear from him—now from the west, now from South Africa or Australia. In every •ase his letters contained an appeal for money, which she never neglected to send. But having little she could not send much. His last communication was from Jo hannesburg, and instead of an appeal it contained a gift of a handsome pearl neck ace. That wfas eight years ago. The etter said he was a pearl broker in South Africa and was at last meeting with ’moderate success.” East Sunday a roughly dressed man :al!ed at the Wolfe home. The servant was afraid to admit him and called Mrs. Wolfe, who at once recognized her cou sin. He refused to come in, but merely isked if she was willing to help him again, is he was in severe straits. She replied [hat she was, and he left saying that he might be back again. He came again Tuesday, roughly clad is before, and announced that instead of aeing penniless he was a millionaire. He :ossed his cousin an envelope, saying: “I’ve kept track of what you’ve done for me all these years, and it comes to about his. Don't open the envelope. "Wait till 1 jet out.” He left at once after inquiring about a brother last heard of in Washington. When he had gone the envelope was jpened and found to contain twenty-five 1,000 bills. The Wolfe family didn’t go :o bed at all. Instead they sat up with he money until morning, when they fiaced it in a safe deposit vault with the >eari necklace. Kronhe'm’s interests are extensive. Be sides valuable ranches and city lots in Montana he owns gold mines in South Africa, adjoining the famous Queen Char otte, and sheep ranges in Australia. He s unmarried and is very anxious to find fis brother, whom he believes to be in or tear Washington. He told Mrs. Wolfe hat, if he did not succeed in finding him :e would return to Australia. Dirt Cheap. Briggs—It seems as if everything nec sssary had gone up in price—except tum&n life; that’s cheaper than ever, Griggs—But that isn't a necessity.