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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (June 27, 1907)
George’s Blunders. From the Chicago News. Above the stairway there flickered a Candle, and then a deep voice called from the shadows: "Katherine. Katherine! Who is that can ’papering the wail this hour of tho oi&nt?" A long stillness, and then: "No one down here, father, dear. I guess It must he next door." The candle va.ilshed, and then from the gloom of the parlor: “George, you big goose, I told you never to call on me unless you had been shaved." “No; she's taking a year off." It may be hard for a girl to love her enemies, but she invites them all to her wedding, anyhow. Less Motion Than Emotion. From the Denver Post. Two men were coming into Denver from a nearby town on a local train the other day. The train stopped every five minutes, It seemed, and one of the men became im patient. Finally, when the train halted for the engine to get up ateam the man's Impatience overflowed. "Now what do you think of this train?" be said to the other. "It isn’t making much progress," replied bis friend. "Progress! I should eay not," said the Impatient man. "It would be a fierce Job to take a moving picture of this train." Mrs. Winslow’s boothiko srmup ror Children teething; the sums, reduces iuflemmsUoa. teiw pain' cure* wind ooiio. 26 cent- u bottle The Truffle Taster. The Englishman was eating toad-in-the hole, a famous British dish. "I am a truffle taster by trade," he said. "I sort that most costly of all legumes, the truffle. "If a truffle has a putrid taste, like that of spoiled seagull, 1 know it is of the Charpentier variety, and worth $10 a pound. "If it tastea like bad smoked cod, I know it Is the less expensive Perigord brand, worth $5 a pound. "If it is delicious, sweet and wholesome, I put it down for English truffle, and mark it at $2 only." FR O St. Vitu*' and all Ktrvotti PltnuiM ■ ■ O l*CMii»»iu,ntly < tired by Dr. Kline'a liras I ■arv* Ilestoier Band for I'rre R8 trial bottlo and trentis*. VU. It. U. KLINE, 14.. 0.11 Arch SUtwt. 1‘hlladalphU, i’a CHINE8E SEVEN AGES. Unknown Philosopher Pictures ths Course of the Life of Man. A French officer, Louis de Chantilly, tells in Paris Gil Bias, of his discovery in a Buddhist convent in the mountains of Tonkin, of a dusty manuscript con taining tho Chinese version of the sev en ages of man. "At 10 years old," says the writer, whoso name has long been forgotten, "the boy has a heart and a brain as soft as tho tender shoots of a young bamboo. At 20 he is like a green ban ana; he is Just beginning to ripen in warm rays of common sense. "Thirty years see him developed In to a buffalo. He is strong and lusty, full of bodily and mental vigor. This Is the true age of love; the age for him to marry at. "At 40 years tho prosperous man has s'grovvn to be a mandarin and wear a cojyJ button. But it would be truly Indiscreet to confide to him at this • early age any functions calling for Ju dicial intelligence or calm. "When lie roaches 50 years, however, itslthcnigh he has grown stout and fleshy, ihe is fit to hold any municipal or state office; he can administer a city or a province or perform any official duty. . "But at 60 years he is old. Handi crafts and all active bodily activities me beyond him. He gives his depen dents and clients advice. That is all fie is lit for. "At 70 he is Just dry rice straw. Ho has only one care; to husband the breath of life that is lof.t to him. to preserve it, even by artificial means. His sons must assume the care of his estate and the performance of his duties.” Had Seen Prairies. From the New York Weekly. Fond Mother—Yes, the dear little fel low Is Just full of good impulses. Eddie, If you were rich, what would you do with your money? Eddie (who has traveled some)—I'd buy a billion stones, and take 'em out to Iowa for the poor little boys out there to throw at cats. -^ DOCTOR'S FOOD TALK Aaleclion of Food One of the Moat Important Acta tu I,lfe. A Mass, doctor says: “Our health And physical and mental happiness are ; to largely under our personnl control that the proper selection of food should be, and Is one of the most important ' •cts In life. "On tliis subject, I may say that 1 know of no food equal In digestibility, [ and more powerful In point of nutrl- i meat, than the modern Grape-Nuts, four heaping teaspoons of which 1.1 suf fleient for the cereal part of a meal, and experience demonstrates that the user Is perfectly nourished from one meal to another. “I am convinced that the extensive and general use of high class foods of this character would Increase the term •of human life, add to the sum total of happiness and very considerably Im prove society In general. 1 am free to mention the food, for I iiersoually know of its value.” Grape-Nuts fond can be used by babes In arms, or adults. It is ready cooked, can be served Instantly, either eold with cream, or with hot water or hot milk poured over. All sorts of pud dings and fancy dishes can lie made Aith Grape-Nuts. The food is concen tyated ninl very economical, for four heaping teaspoons are sufficient for the rv-eu! part <.f a meal. Read the lit tle nik "The Rond to Wellvllle," In l> e'- “There's a Reason.” |The Plunderers! y y ♦ BY C. J. CUTLIFFE HYNE. ♦ "What—you—you’re a poet?" rapped out Cambel. "I knock off a bit of verse occasion ally,” said the skipper complacently, "when I'm In the mood, that is. It generally comes like this, when I've been tail twisting the hands and have a spell of a rest and a "think after ward.” "I see. The outcome of vivid con trast," said Cambel. He Imagined to himself that these boasted poems would be of the "herorlc” order to the verge of melodrama. As it happened, he could not conveniently have made a worse guess. Kettle tugged from his pocket a doubled up exercise book red dened slightly under the tan and hand ed It across. His companion flattened put the crease, and from the light that came from a chartroom port dipped Into (he manuscript verses for himself. 1\> his astonishment they were one and all sonnets and ballads which might well have been written by a sentimental pchool girl. They breathed of love and devotion and premature fading away, and at least three gushing adjectives qualified each tender noun. There was no word about the sea on which their author had spent his life or of the things of the sea with which pe had had all his dealings. He knew about these as few men did, but they seemed common to him and unclean. Consequently he had delivered himself (o on ode of that spring which he had never witnessed ashore and love songs to ladles he had never met outside the lovers of cheap fiction. It was all imagination, and,untutored, uninspired imagination at that. As a result. Cambel found the poems too kllllngly funny for words and was ".onsumed with a wild desire for laugh ter, but that red bearded little savage, ‘.heir maker, glaring anxiously at him !rom the opposite shadow, he does not let so much as the tail of a smile dance up from the corner of his mouth. He lad to enjoy and endure In silence, and with the exercise book thrust out to the yellow light, then he read on through the stanzas diligently. In one, evidently autobiographical, the writer spoke of himself as a “timid, trail gazelle,” In another he addressed Pis remarks from the mouthpiece of a 1'coy and cooing turtledove" to "sylph inolilrm Imii.rhtu mini." the time of narration was the "bewitch ing. entrancing, unparalleled queen" of mother gentleman's hearth. An “Ode to Excellence” which commenced “Hairy Alfred, brother bard,” was evi dently directed at a contemporary, but ihe past was cared for In "Cleopatra, a Lament," which a footnote stated could Be sung to the tune of "Greenland’s ley Mountains." Probably as a collec tion Captain Kettle’s was unique in its slumsy, maudlin sentiment and its gen eral unexpectedness. Meanwhile the auditor was fidgeting nervously. He had not got over that initial nervousness wjileh publication lives. He hungered for a criticism—■ favorable if possible. At last lie made bold to ask for It. "You’re a wonderful man, Kettle," re turned his companion, quite meaning [vhat he said, "and unless I had seen Ihose verses for myself I’d never have Believed you capable of producing (hem, no matter what had been told [no about your powers.” The poet gave a sign of relief, and ivas going to pursue the subject further when something fell upon Ills ear which ;urned his thoughts Into a very differ ent key. "By James, there’s the engine itopped. What’s up now, I wonder?” He Jumped to his feet and stood with leek craned out, listening. The ring >f heavy boots made Itself heard on the mgine room ladders. Then there was i murmur of voices and a pattering of 'outsteps from the forecastle, and pres sntly a steady stream of men began to iseend the bridge deck ladders. Among be growing babel of voices came ref erences to the gold, "Half a million yel ow sovereigns, boys!" and threats bere was no mistaking, "Teach the old nan manners or put him over the side.” By an evident previous arrangement be men were massing themselves on be port side of the bridge deck. "Mutiny, by James, that's what this neans!” commented Captain Kettle In in undertone. He was cool as Ice and >n the moment had decided how to act. 'Now, Mr. Cambel, slip Into the chart room for your pistol. I have mine In my pocket. It's us two against the lot Bf ’em, and we’ll finish out top side. i)h, don’t you make any error. It'll be i red night’s work for those dogs. But we'll rub the fear of death into them Before we’ve done this time—Into -those [hat are left, that is. Get your pistol, lulok, sir, and skin your eye for handy shooting.” CHAPTER IX. MUTINY. Patrick Cambel camo out of the tharthouse with all the armament he could lay hands upon—to-wit, .three re volvers. He gave one to the captain and put the others in his own Jacket pocket, so that they had a brace apiece. From the other side of the bridge deck the clamor of the men rose high Into the night, and the steamer’s fore truck began to swing past the stars. Her engines had stopped, the quartermaster had deserted the wheel, and the gulf stream was taking her as simple Hot - pam whither It listed. There was no starboard ladder to the upper bridge, but Kettle swung him self lightly up by a funnel stay and a staunchlon and climbed over the can vas dodger. Cambel followed as nim bly. The mate of the watch received them with a frightened sidelong glance but no words, and then he vanished Into the darkness. Captain Owen Kettle stumped cheer fully across to the port side of the bridge and looked down. Beneath him, massed and moving, was apparently every man of his crew. The electric lamp from inside the head of the com pantonway blazed full upon them, daz zling some of the group and blinding the others with dense black shadow With folded arms he looked down or them for a full minute with a silenl sneering laugh till the upturned faces which had been quiet in expcetatioi began to grow clamorous again. Ther he wived them to noiseU ss'ness anc spoke. The man’s words were not concilia tory. He addressed hts hearers as dog: and wished to know in the name o the pit why they had dared to leavi their duties and their kennel and comi to sully hts bridge deck. The harangm was brief and beautifully to the point An ordinary seaman stood out into tie middle of the circle of light and mad' reply. "You gall us togs, und you dreat u as togs, und ve’re nod going to schtand it no longer. Dls grew ti nants it rechts.” "Hello," said Kettle, "got a bloom Ing Dutchman to speak for you! Wet you must tie a hard up crowd. Se here, now, If you do want to talk, t your say and be done with it. Englis Is the official language on this shij Cnderstand that and don't waste my time.” The German seemed Inclined to blus ter and hold his ground, but he had no backers. "I told you how it would be if wo put the Dutchman up,” said one "Why, I can’t hardly understand the beggar myself,” said another. "If you’re undec ided,” suggested Cap tain Kettle, “you've got a nigger among you. Why not set him on to talk? If you were men, I wouldn’t say it, but as It is he's as much a man us any of you, and perhaps he’ll throw in a sand dance to enliven proceedings.” The n^gro from somewhere on the outskirts of the crowd broke Into a loud gnffaw till some one kicked him on the shins and sent him away yelp ing diminuendo into the farther dark less. An angry growl went,up from the white men at the taunt, and one of them, a whiskered quartermaster in a cardigan Jacket, stepped out and spat Into the circle of light. He looked round to catch the encouraging glances of his mates and then lifted up his face toward the upper bridge. "See here, Captain Kettle, you'd bet ter not try ns too far. This Isn’t a slave ship you’re commanding. It's an ordinary, common, low down British tramp, and the «law looks after the dec khands and all the rest of us.” "Now, that’s fair speaking,” said Kettle. "I’ve a profound respect for the merchant shipping act and all the rest of the laws. My lad. If you fancy you've anything to complain of, a sea lawyer like you must know the rem edy. Get your witnesses and go with them before the British consul In New Orleans.” "A fat lot of good that would do,” re torted the man. “What consul ever be lieved an old sailor against the skip per? No, sir, we'd only get peniten tiary for1 our pains. Besides, what we want—and what we intend to have—Is an alteration In things, beginning now.” "Ah, I see! And what would you like? Shall I have a hold cleared out and fit up with four post beds for you to make a drawing room of? Shall I order my steward to hand iced pop round to the gentlemen who are heav ing coals in the stokehold? Come, now, out with it!” The little captain was deliberately irritating tho men, and Cambel mar veled at his recklessness. Once let an • outbreak start, and he and Kettle stood not one chance In a million of living through It. But Kettle knew his game and was playing it well. Only one man laughed, and his laugh closed up again in a moment like the snap of a watch. Some scowled, a few swore; the quartermaster in the cardigan jacket alone remained un moved. Of Kettle's outrageous raillery lie' took no notice whatever, but con tinued his plaint In a solid monotone, as though he had been reading it from a book. “In the first instance, it’s the grub we complains of, pertlcularly the sugar. It ain’t sugar at all. It's just a sluntph of molasses." “That,” said Kettle, "is due to your own laziness. The bottom of a Sugar barrel's always that way unless you turn It end for end every day or so. The molasses’d settle through the queen's sugar at Windsor and spoil half of it unless tho barrel was looked to. So that knocks in the head your first complaint. By James,” he con tinued, with a first show of fury, “is It. for this you dogs have turned your selves into a howling pack of mu tineers and let my ship drift like a hen coop toward Newfoundland?" The quartermaster was obviously disconcerted by the attack, so much so, in fact, that lie missed the next few counts of his Indictment and came at once to the main head, which he had hoped to lead up to more gently. “It’s a rise of wages that we insist on prin cipally,” he said. "We take it we've been signed on for this run to New Or leans under false pretenses. Nothing was said about the sort of cargo we was to carry, which naturally Incites them anarchist chaps to violence. We’re suffering undue risks. There’s been one devil machine found already, and ns like as not there is others besides. The blooming ole tramp may go up any minute, and because we're standing that risk we say w-e ought to be paid according. Tho cargo can stand the pull, and if you aren’t willing the hands here has made up their minds to broach it for themselves." "You great tools!” cried Kettle, “this isn't an ordinary cargo that you can help yourselves out of and let the un derwriters stand treat. You bet the tallyman won’t Wink at any yarn about damaged in transit over the stuff we're bringing them. If there's so much as u. rniotuujm Iiau ouvTJiVJlgU UUSSlUg, llie whole crowd here, cook and captain’s dog, stay In a New Orleans calaboose till It’s fonnd and then come out with their tickets dirtied. Oh. you one eyed, mutton headed fools!” Gambol stared at him curiously. His truculent tone had left him completely. His hands had quitted the pistol butts ami were gripped on the bridge rail. His elbows were beating nervously against his ribs. From some mouth In the blacker shadow came a deep derisive laugh. Then a voice, presumably from the laughter, said "Who wants to go to New Orleans? Who wants to go nearer than the next'key or reef or sand bank or whatever it may be? Net's pile up the blazing old tramp on that and then boat cruise across to Cuba. There’s nice snug bays in Cuba where the guarda costas don't ask questions. Or, if they did, a bit of yellow ballast out of the boats would stop their jaw quick enougn." The voice laughed again and ceased. "Who spoke there?” Captain Kettle de manded. Out rolled into the bright circle the massive body of the donkeyman. "You! ” The donkeyman knuckled his greasy cap in assent, but added that he was no mutineer. "I’m your man, captain,” he said, "hut I'd be pleased* r to help ye carrying out the crew’s wishes than going agin them. Y'e’ll be dealt by honestly, captain—liberally, yes, hi tter than ye ever have been in this world yet or ever will be again. It's a chance that won’t come of six years of Sun days—an—the steamer will be lost at say. Slowed to rlvuts an ould iron by a conspirator’s bomb. It’s a most natural ending of her.” : Kettle stared at the donkeyman with ’ his mouth agape and his eyes standing ■ out of his head. His face was thrust ■ out at full neck’s length; his fingers ■ beat a vague tattoo on the white iron rail of the bridge. Then the crew's original spokesman • lifted up his unlucky voice for the second time: “Ach, friends, we’re i casting minutes. We haf made up our l mindts. Why should we not go and i tivide ter cold without furder pother? Good ole man, du hist gerichring, you'll . come and sgramble for a share like ter rest of us, von't you.?” i Slowly Captain Kettle stiffened. His ! eyes lost their tare and glinted un i j pleasant tire in their more proper or , j bits; his lower jaw closed up with a 'snap; his fists slid to his Jacket pockets and gripped there. "You painted Dutchman!” The words oame snarled through clinched teeth. The crew rustled uneasily. “Do I live to hear a set of dogs like you dictating to me? Does any man here think he’s going to have an inch of his own way aboard of me?” “Cftme, Catpain Kettle,” said the quartermaster wrho had talked before, “don’t be unreasonable. The Dutch man means well, though he didn’t put it Bristol fashion. And besides we’ve made up our minds to share in that gold, and you’d better chip in and share, too, without a dust. It’ll be a deal comfortable for all hands, and besides it's got to be done anyway. We’re all determined, and we’re too many for you, even if Mr. Cambel does stand In on your side.” Kettle’s face lit up with joy of bat tle. “Are you, by James?” he snapped. “We’ll see about that. I’d handle twice your number to my own cheek and day. I’ve done it before on a dashed sight uglier lot than you and came out topside and I’m going to do it again no-. Mr. Cambel’s with me, too, this time, and we've got 20 bullets among us that'll all go home in somebody’s ribs before any of you get at hand grips with us. Now, just play on that, you scum. There's not a one of you got a pistol.” "Oh, haven’t we?" commented a nasal voice on the outskirts of the crowd. “I guess you’re out there, mister. I’m heeled for one.” “Crack! ’’ The man shrieked and fell in a limp heap on the deck. His weapon clat tered down beside him. Kettle kept his smoking pistol muzzle raised steady as an iron wrist could hold it. The others instinctively drew at first away from the fallen man, but one uruumiy semutui, yuuugci jaiiu iuuic plucky than the rest, darted forward to regain the fallen revolver. As his lingers closed over it his eyes instinc tively sought the bridge. Cambel had his revolver sighted over the crook of an elbow, Kettle his at arm's length. Both were covering him. "Fling that thing overboard, or you’ll be clpad before you can wink!” The crew’s only revolver spun through the air and hit the water with a tinkling splash. "Now, stand forward, the two fools who have been your spokesmen.” The crowd stood like men petrified. “Quick, or I'll make practice into the brown of you!” The quartermaster in the cardigan jacket stepped out of his own accord, undeflant now and white. The German was hustled to his side. “Have you got a coin, quartermas ter?” “No, sir.” “Have you—sausage?" "Yes, herr.” “Then spin it out, and do you, quar termaster, call to him. And mind you call right, because I'm going to shoot the loser, and perhaps you're the least useless of the two. Spin confound you. Spin, sausage, or, by James, I'll shoot you where you stand and settle it that way.” The German put something between his dished palms and shook it violently, then clinched one hand and thrust it out into the full blaze of the lamp light. The quartermaster cried heads. The other unwrapped his grimy fingers with slow jerks and showed. The coin was a halfpenny. B»itannia uppermost. The eyes lost their stare and glinted un quartermaster buttoned his cardigan jacket and drew himslef up to faco the upper bridge. “Hold up your hand!” It shot up to the full lenght, fingers splayed out. Then, crack, and a bullet ripped through the middle of the palm. The fellow let out a short yelp of sur prise and clasped the wounded member tightly under his armpit. The men around him, utterly cowed, stood in frozen silence, and Captain Owen Ket tle from the bridge, waved slow pat terns over them with a revolver muzzle. Then he crammed both weapons into his jacket pockets again and gave or ders sharply and with crispness. “Watch below, get forward and turn In. Watch on duty, go to your posts. Quartermaster of the watch, tumble up here. Southwest and by sou’.” A quartermaster ran briskly up the bridge ladder. “S'west and sou’, It Is, sir," he re plied. It was the only comment any one of the crew made to Captain Kettle on his method. (Continued Next Week.) Planning the “Round the World Rail road.” From the Metropolitan Magazine. M. de Lobel promises that we shall have trains running through from New York to Paris within five years. The highest summit level, instead of 18,000 feet, will be scarcely more than 2,400 if the proposed new Grand Trunk Trans-Canadian route la made a part of the system. In Denver, Colo., however, a number of capitalists have raised some i.TO.OOO.OOO for the purposo of building a railway along the coast from Seattle to Skagway; they propose to har ness the tides that rush Into the various Inlets with waves thirty feet high, and make electricity the motive power. Across the plains of upper Alaska this becomes the Tra.ns-Alaska-Siberian railway. It will run almost entirely through a country much resembling Norway in climate and products. Wheat, it is claimed, will be raised in abundance during the long sum mer days when the sunshine lasts twenty two hours on a stretch, and the country is ready to blossom with every kind of fruit. No part of the railway will cfoss tne Arc tic circle—not even at the sfraits, where M. de Dobel proposes to lay a tunnel; tun nel being the correct expression in this instance, for after spending a winter and a summer at the straits with his wife and daughters, the French engineer has de cided to sink a great sheathed tube into the sand at the bottom of the shallow straits. The entire 'ength of the tunnel will be nineteen miles, but it will come to the surface each six miles of its length, as the straits are broken by two largo Islands. Quite Natural. From the New York Evening Mail. Rudyard Kipling undoubtedly got his wit from his maternal grandfather, Rev. George B. Macdonald, a Wesleyan clergy man, says an English writer. It is re lated of this gentleman that in the days when he was courting the lady whom ho afterward married, the father-in-law-to-be —an aged Methodist with extremely strict notions in regard to the* proprieties—was injudicious enough on one occasion to enter the parlor without giving warning of his approach. The consequence was that he found the sweethearts occupy.ng a single chair. Deeply shocked by this spectacle, the old man solemnly said: “Mr. Macdonald, when I courted Mrs. Brown she sat on one s.de of the room and 1 on the other.” Macdonald’s reply was: “That’s what 1 should have done L i had been couit ing Mrs. Brown.” Where It Came From. During the course of a geography lesson recently, the teacher asked the follow mg I question: ; “Who can tell me what useful article | we get from the whale*” •Whale bone,” promptly replied a boy. “Right. Now, who knows what v. get from the seal?” “Scaling wax!” shouted a little gin. A Berlin scientist kak made To.oim examinations to g» t to the conclusion that woman's .brain is undoubted.y smaller thaii man’s. FARMERS SHOULD PROTECT SWALLOWS i — rhe Department of Agriculture Points Out Good Work of These Birds. FOOD IS MOSTLY INSECTS "The Damage The" Are Supposed to D Crops More Than Offset by Des truction of Pests—Foe of Boll Weevil. The biological survey of the United States department of agriculture has hit upon a somewhat novel method of aiding the southern cotton planter in his war against the boll weevil. As Is well known, this insect invaded the state of Texas several years ago and has damaged the cotton crop to the ex tent of millions of dollars annually. Despite efforts to stay its Increase, It Is spreading at the rate of about fifty miles a year, and unquestionably in time will extend its ravages Into all the cotton states. The survey has been Investigating the rtAef- In Tpyhq f'nv apvpra I vp.'iru anil finds that no fewer than thirty-eight species of birds feed upon the Insect. It is not claimed that birds alone can check the spread of the weevil, but it has been demonstrated that they ara an important help which the farmet cannot afford to ignore. Hence an ap propriation might profitably be made to can not afford to Ignore. Hence an ap aid in the work on the ground that the insect enemy of the farmer of every district is the common enemy of tha country, and that a full measure of success is to be obtained only through co-operation. The importance to tha cotton planter also of colonies of swal lows is emphasized, and the best means of increasing their numbers in tha southern states is again set forth. Enemy of Boll Weevil. Among the foremost of the useful allies against the boll weevil are swal lows. As is well known, the food of these birds consists almost exclusively of insects, and hence to the agricultur ist they are among the most useful of birds. They have been described as "the light cavalry of the avian army.” Specially adapted for flight they have no rivals in the art of capturing insects in midair, and it is to the fact that they take their prey on the wing that their peculiar value to the cotton grower is due. Other insectivorous birds adopt differ ent methods when in pursuit of prey, Orioles alight on the cotton bolls and carefully inspect them for weevils. Blackbirds, wrens and flycatchers con tribute to the good work, each in its own sphere, but when swallows are mi grating over the cotton fields they find weevils flying in the open and wage active war against them. As many as forty-seven boll weevils have been found in the stomach of a single cliff swallow. The idea is to increase the number of swallows both at the north and the south. The colonies nesting in the south will destroy a greater or less number of weevils during the summer; while in the fall, after the local birds have migrated, northern bred birds, as they pass through the southern states on their way to the tropics, will keep up the war. Becoming Less Numerous. Swallows are not as numerous in the north as they used to be. The tree swallow, for instance, formerly abound ed, but of late years Its numbers have greatly diminished, owing to persecu tion by the English sparrow. This un scrupulous foreigner turns the swallow out of its nest in order to have a place for Its own eggs. When swallow nests contains eggs or young, the murderous sparrow kills the helpless nestlings or throws out the eggs. The barn swallow also is diminishing In numbers, owing partly to the enmity of the sparrow, but more, perhaps, to the fact that the modern tightly built barn denies it friendly shelter, and it finds no substitute places in which to nest. The cliff swallow, whose peculiar pouch-shaped mud nest used to be a common sight under the eaves of barns and outbuildings, throughout the north ern states, has now been entirely ban ished from many localities, under the mistaken impression that they are un desirable neighbors because of certain parasites which Infest theta- nests. These have been supposed to be bed bugs, and hence their nests have been destroyed and the birds driven away. This is .an error, for, although related VU Lilt; C Li LiJ v uuuuuun A lOJVC v, VA.VA.AV. swallow parasites are peculiar tP birdd and not to be feared by man. Martin the Most Important. Of all the swallows the martin Is con sidered the most Important to the farmer, and suggestions are given for Increasing Its numbers by the erection of additional boxes and of increasing its range by the transportation to new localities of boxes containing old birds and half-grown young, in the belief that the old birds will be induced by the presence of their young to remain and fee them. If they do not the only alternative is bringing the young up by hand, which has been successfully done by feeding them meal, worms, grasshoppers and the like. Migratory birds—and most American birds are migratory—are the property of the nation rather than of individual states, and co-operation between the several states for the preservation and | increase of insectivorous birds is a principle worthy of universal adoption. Circulars of the survey treating of this subject (No. 56, “Value of Swallows as Insect Destroyers,” and No. 57. “Birds Useful In the War Against the Cotton Boll Weevil”) will be furnished free upon application to the United States department of agriculture. What the Rolling Stone Does Get. ' After an absence of live or six years Ephraim returned to the little town In Maryland where he had been born and reared. From his brown derby hat to his patent leather shoes he was dressed in the tiptop of fashion. His lirst call was made on his brother Bill, a slow, plodding kind of darky, who had never been to Baltimore. Ephraim told with great enthusiasm his experiences in Philadelphia, Washington, New York, Chicago, St. Bouts, San Fran cisco and other places in which he had plied his calling of barber. He wound up rather softly with: “Say, Bill, kin you len' me J27" B:l! looked with just n touch of scorn at the tine clothes of (he wanderer and drew a small roll of bills from his pocket. He pelled off two ones, handed them ta his brother and said: "It's the old story, I see, Eph. A roll ing stone gathers no moss." Ephraim drew himself up, adjusted his coat by the lapels, flecked an imaginary speck of dust from ills sleeve and replied: I "Yes, Bill, but he gits a mighty sight ] o’ polish.” Atchison Globe Sights. A scolding woman Is bad enough, but the limit is a scolding man. Nothing is so often overestimated as the Information given "confidentially." Theoretically, every man knows how to make a lot of money in a hurry. Opportunity rarely comes to the man who spends all his time waiting for it As a rule, what a man calls his "rights." represents merely desired privileges. You may have forgotten more than the other man knows and still be a short horse. Telling fortunes may not be a very good business, but it pays better than having yours told. What has become of the old fash ioned girl who s..iu to the boys: ""Sir, keep your distance!” What has become of the old fash ioned man who said of his enemy: “He is a fool for lack of sense?” Every married woman hopes that when she gets sick the doctor will recommend a change of climate. A woman with children never runs out of work, or patience, although the latter gets pretty low at times. While men make sport of the sacri fices of women to vanity, they con tinue to wear coats during hot weather. When there are as many as four girls with a man, each one is thinking that the other three are chaperons. A book is being advertised entitled "How Fortunes Are Made.” Enough suckers investing in this book is one easy way. There are many kinds of fools but it is hard to believe that enough of one variety ever got together to organize a suicide club. over the woes of a stage heroine, but condemn him heartily if he should weep over his own trouble. The old man who marries a young woman in order to have some one to “take care of him,” is more in need of a guardian for the same purpose. If a man must brag on his own good qualities, he should choose some subject other than his great honesty: much talk on that subject arouses suspicion. The Young Thing in the hammock on the front porch thinks she knows a good deal about it, but the superla tive joy of hand holding is only learn ed by having the best one in a poker game. If you want to hear a strong anti trust speech, get an agricultural im plement dealer started who handles anti-trust goods. A plug of chewing tobacco is a pretty hard hill for Love's Young. Dream to get over, but it is usually equal to the climb. Some children, when whipped, scream so that the neighbors may hear them, with very little provocation. \Ve used to do it. NERVOUSJOLLAPSE IS OFTEN PREVENTED BY DR, WILLIAMS’ PINK PILLS. Taken When the First Warning Symp toms Are Noticed Much Needless Suffering May Be Saved. 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