Heard from His Note in a Bottle.
Platt Correspondence to the Minneapolis
Journal.
While on his way to Germany about
a year ago Edward Reese wrote Ills
name and address on a card, which
he placed in a bottle, and after care
fully sealing threw the bottle Into the
ocean about midway between the two
continents. A day or two ago he re
ceived a letter from Theodore Schultz,
dated at Hrooklngs. S. D., In which
Schultz Informed him that he was the
finder of the bottle. Schultz before
coming to America resided on the coast
of Denmark, and one day while stroll
ing along the coast of that country
discovered and took possession of the
bottle, which had floated ashore from
fnldocean.
To the Blush of Edna’s Cheek.
Thou lucky blush! Let me repeat
With warm and firm Insistence,
I envy thee thy short and fleet
Yet happiest existence!
Thy life Is briefer than the rose;
And yet, could I but live It,
Were every treasure that man knows
Mine own, I’d gladly give It.
But since there’s not for me the bliss,
Thou crlmBon blush to be thee,
I can at least bestow a ltlss.
And then. In rapture, see thee!
—Charles Hanson Towns.
According to Hoyle.
Miss Pert—I believe In calling a
spade a spade.
Chappelgh—Sure. It would we wl
dlculous, you know, to call It a heart,
a club or a diamond.
The customs service of China esti
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A Village Utopia.
From the London Globe.
An agricultural village in which half
the houses are on the telephone, where
the cottages can ring up the shop
keepers in the neighboring towns and
order their stores without taking the
journey, where the village school has
been transformed Into a paradise which
Is to the children a perpetual joy,
where there are motor cars for the
teachers and a motor launch for the
youngsters—it sounds like “News from
Nowhere," and yet it really is In the
very heart of England. The village
Utopia Is, says "Progress," Bredon’a
Norton, In Worcestershire, five miles
from Tewkesbury. The village until
the advent of the present owner was in
the tumbledown condition which Is
typical of so many decaying agricultu
ral villages in England today. The vil
lage school was managed In the bad,
old, inefficient style, and the villagers
were as much cut off from communica
tion with the outside world as If they
had been In the center of the African
continent. The first step was to cut
sip the estate into small holdings of
ifrom five to 26 acres; the next to re
store and beautify the old manor house
and establish there a woman’s agricul
tural club, where now about 30 women
(are studying agriculture under com
petent toachers. This club is now self
■MUppoi'ting. The next attack was on
<th« village school, and after a hard
<fight with the education authorities the
.reformers persuaded them to allow the
■whole school to be run on true federal
{principles. Two trained teachers from
;the Froebel educational Institute have
ibeen brought from London, and the
'whole teaching up to the history
•tandard Is arranged with a view to the
draining of the eye. and, Indeed, the
whole body, to assist the brain. We
are told that “the finest gramophone
places the best music of the day at
the disposal of the children.”
L The Greatest Ever.
' Ulnlcs—Who was the greatest liar
known?
Winks—Old Rip Van Winkle.
Dinks—How do you figure that out?
Winks—Why, didn’t he He In the
woods for 20 years?
“THE PALE GUtL.”
Did Not Knew Coffee Wu The Canse,
la- cold weather some people think a
cup of hot coffee good to help keep
warm. So it Is—for a short time but
the drug—caffeine—acts on the heart
to weaken the circulation ami the re
action Is to cause more chilliness.
There is a hot. wholesome drink
which a Dak. girl found after a time,
makes the blood warm and the heart
•trong.
She says:
"Having lived for five years in N.
Dak., I have used considerable coffee
owing to the cold climate. As a result
I had u dull headache regularly, suf
fered from Indigestion, and had no
‘life’ in me.
"1 was known as ‘the pale girl’ and
people thought I was just weakly.
After a time 1 had heart trouble and
became very nervous, never knew what
It was to be real well. Took medicine
but it never seemed to do any good.
"Since being married my husband
and I both have thought coffee was
harming us and we would quit, only to
begin again, nlibougb we felt it was
the same as i (Olson to us.
“Then we got sene Dostum. Well,
the effect was really wonderful. My
complexion is clear now. headache
gone, and I have a great deal of energy
1 had never known while drinking cof
fee.
"I haven’t been troubled with Indi
gestion since using Dostum, an; not
uervous, and need no medicine. We
have a little girl and t.oy who both
love Postmn ami thrive on it and
Grape-Nuts.”
"There’s a Reason."
Name given by Dostum Co.. Doirtle
Creek. Midi. Read “The Road to Well
ville." in pkgs.
Ever read the above letter? A new
one appears from time to time. They
are genuine, true, and full of human
interest.
I
__THE_—
Story of Francis Cludde
A Romance of Queen Mary's Reign,
j BY STANLEY J. WEYMAN.
CHAPTER XXIII.
The north wall of the church at Co- .
ton End is only four paces from the |
house, the church standing within the
moat Isolated as the sacred building,
therefore, is from the outer world by
the wide spreading chase and close
massed with the homestead. Sir An
thony had some excuse for consider
ing It as much a part of his demesne
as the mill or the smithy. In words
he would have been willing to admit a
distinction, but in thought I fancy he
lumped It with the rest of his posses
It was with a lowering eyes that on
this Sunday morning he watched from
his room over 1he gateway the usuaual
stream of people making for the
church. Perchance he had In his mind
other Sundays—Sundays when he had
walked out at this hour, light of heart
and kind of eye, with his staff in his
fist, and his glove dangling, and his
dog at his heels, and, free from care,
had taken pleasure In each bonnet
doffed and each old wife’s “God bless
ye. Sir Anthony!” Well, those days
were gone. Now the rain dripped from
the eaves—for a thaw had come In trie
night—and the bells that could on oc
casion ring so cheerily sounded sad and
forlorn. His daughter, when she came,
according to custom, bringing his great
service book, could scarcely look him
In the face. I know not whether even
then his resolution to dare all might
not at sound of a word from her or at
sight of her face have melted like yes
terday’s ice, but before the word could
be spoken or the eyes meet another
step rang on the stone staircase, and
Brother Ferdinand entered.
"They are here!” he said In a low
voice. "Six of them, Anthony, and stur
dy fellows, ns all Clopton’s men are.
If you do not think your people will
stand by you"—
The knight fired at tills suggestion.
"What," he burst out, turning from
the window, "If r’luddc men cannot
meet Flopton men, lhe times are In
deed gone mad! Make way and let me
come! Though the mass be never said
again In C'oton church, It shall be said
today!" And he swore a great oath.
He strode dpwn the stairs and under
the gateway, wnete were arranged, ac
cording to the custom of the house on
wet days, all the servants, with Bald
win and Martin Euther at their head.
The knight stalked through them with
a gloomy brow. His brother followed
him, a faint smile flickering about the
corners of his mouth. Then came Fer
dinand’s wife and Petronllla, the latter
with her hood drawn close about her
face; Anne, with her chin In the air and
her eyes aglow. "It Is not a bit of a
bustle will scare her!” Balwln muttn ed
as he fell In behind her and eyed her
back with no great favor.
"No, so long as it does not touch
her,” Martin replied In a cynical whisp
er. "She Is well mated—well mated
and 111 fated! Ha. ha!"
silence, root: growieci ms compan
ion angrily. "Is this a time for antics?”
"Aye It Is!” Martin retorted swiftly,
though with the snme caution, "for,
when wise men turn fools, fools are put
to It to act up to their profession! You
see, brother?" And he deliberately cut
a caper. His eyes were glistening, and
the nerves on one side of his face
twitched oddly. Baldwin looked at
him and muttered that Martin was go
ing to have one of his mad fits. What
has grown on the fool of late?
The knight reached the church porch
and passed through the crowd which
awaited him there. Save for its un
usual size and some strange faces to
he seen on Its skirts, there was no In
dication of trouble. He walked, tap
ping his stick on the pavement a little
more loudly than usual, to Ills place In
the front pew. The household, the vil
lagers. the strangers, pressed In behind
him until every seat was filled. Even
the table monument of Sir Piers
Oludde, which stood lengthwise in the
aisle, was seized upon, and If the two
similar monuments which stood to right
and left below the chancel steps had
not been under the knight's eyes they,
too, would have been Invaded. Yet all
was done decently and in order, but no
scrambling or ill words. The Olopton
men were there. Baldwin had marked
them well, and so had a dozen stout
fellows, sons of Sir Anthony’s tenants.
But they behaved discreetly, and amid
such silence as Father Oarey never re
membered to have faced he began the
Roman service.
The December light fell faintly
through the east window on the father
at his ministrations, on his small
acolytes, on the four Oludde brasses
before the altar. It fell everywhere—
on gray dusty walls buttressed by gray
tombs which left but a narrow space In
the middle of the chancel. The mar
ble crusader to the left matched the
canopied bed of Sir Anthony’s parents
on the right, the abbess’ tomb tn the
next row faced the plainer monument
of Sir Anthony’s wife, a vacant place
by her side awaiting his own efflgy, and
there wore others. The chancel was so
small—nay, the church, too—so small
and old nnd giay and solid and the
tombs were so massive that they el
bowed one another. The very dust
which rose as men stirred was the dust
of Chidden. Sir Anthony's brow re
laxed. He listened gravely and sadly.
And then the Interruption came. ”1
I protest!" a rough voice In rear of the
1 crctvd cried suddenly, ringing harshly
fthd strangely above the father's ac
I cents and the solemn hush. "I protest
I against this service!"
A thrill of astonishment ran through
the crowd, and all rose. Every man In
the church turned round, Sir Anthony
among the first, and looked In the di
rection of the voice. Then It was seen
that the Olopton men had massed
themselves about the door In the south
west corner, a strong position, when re
treat was easy. Father Carey, after a
I momentary glance, went on as If he
I had not heard, hut his voice shook, and
i all still waited with their faces turned
toward the west end.
) 1 protest tn the name of the queen!"
' the same man crier sharply, while his
fellow raised a murmur so that the
: priest's voice was drowned.
! Sir Anthony stepped Into the aisle,
Ids face inflamed with anger. The ln
Interruptlon taking place there, In
that place, seemed to him a double
i profanation.
' "Who Is that brawler?" he said, his
{ hand trembling on his staff, and all the
old dames trembled too. "Let him stand
out.”
I The sheriff's spokesman was so con
cealed by his fellows that he could not
be seen, but he answered civilly
i enough.
| "I am no brawler." he said. “I only
! require the law to be observed, and that
you know. sir. I am here on behalf of
the sheriff, and 1 warn all present that
. a continuation of this service will ex
! pose them to grievous pains and pen
alties. If you desire it. 1 will read the
royal order to prove that I do not speak
without warrant.”
“Begone, knave, you and your fel
lows!" Sir Anthony cried. A loyal man
-——--- I
In all els*', and the last to deny the
queen's right or title, he had no
reasonable answer to give and
could only bluster. "Begone, do
you hear?" he repeated, and he rapped
his staff on the pavement, and then,
raising It, pointed to the door.
All Coton thought the men must go,
but the men, perhaps, because they
were Clopton, did not go. And Sir An
thony had not so completely lost hls
head as to proceed to extremities, ex
tremities, except In the last resort. Af
fecting to consider the Incident at an
end, he stepped back to his pew with
out waiting to see whether the man
obeyed him or no and resumed hls de
votions. Father Carey, at a nod from
him, went on with the interrupted ser
vice.
But again the priest had barely read
a dozen lines before the same man
made the congregation start by crying
loudly, “Stop!"
"Go on!" shouted Sir Anthony In a
voice of thunder.
"At your peril!” retorted the Inter
vener.
“Go on!” from Sir Anthony again.
Father Carey stood silent, trembling
and looking from one to the other.
Many a priest of hls faith would have
rlson on the storm, and In the spirit
of Hildebrand hurled hls church’s
curse at the Intruder. But the father
was not of these, and he hesitated,
fumbling with hls surplice with hls
feeble white hands. He feared as
much for hls patron as for himself, and
It was on the knight that hls eyes An
ally rested. But Sir Anthony’s brow
was black He got no comfort there.
So the father took courage and a long
breath, opened hls mouth and began to
read on amid the hush of suppressed
excitement and of such anger and
stealthy deAance as surely English
church had never seen before. As he
read, however, he gathered courage and
hls voice strength. The solemn words,
so ancient, so familiar, fell on the still
ness of the church and awed even the
sheriff's men. To the surprise of near
ly every one, there was no further In
terruption. The service ended quietly.
So, after all, Sir Antnony had his
way and stalked out, stiff and unbend
ing. Nor was there any falling off,
but rather an Increase, in the respect
with which hls people rose, according
to custom, as he passed. Yet under that
Increase of respect lay a something
which cut the old man to the heart.
He saw that hls dependents pitied him
while they honored him; that they
thought him a fool for running
hls head against a stone wall—as Mar
lin Luther put It—even while they felt
that there was something grand in It
too.
During the rest or the day he went
about his usual employments, but
probably with little zest. He had done
what he hnd done without any clear
idea how he was going to proceed. Be
tween his loyalty in all else and his
treason In this It would not have been
easy for a Solomon to choose a con
sistent path. And Sir Anthony was no
Solomon. He chose at last to carry
himself as if there was no danger,
as If the thing which happened were
unimportant. He ordered no change
and took no precautions. He shut his
ears to the whisperings which went
on among the servants and his eyes to
the watch which by some secret order
of Baldwin was kept upon the Ridge
way.
It was something of a shock to him,
therefore, when his daughter came to
him after breakfast next morning look
ing pale and heavy eyed, and breaking
through the respect which had hitherto
kept her silent begged him to go away.
"To go away?" he cried. He rose
from his oak chair and glared at her.
Then his feelings found their easiest
vent in anger. "What do you mean,
glrr?" he blustered. "Go away? Go
where."
But she did not quail. Indeed she
had her suggestion ready.
“To the Mere farm In the forest,
sir." she answered earnestly. "They
will not look for you there, and Mar
tin says—”
"Martin? The fool!”
His face grew redder and redder.
This wns too mrlt. He loved order
and discipline, and to be advised In
such matters by a woman and a fool!
It was Intolerable! “Go to, girl!" he
cried, fuming. "I wondered where you
had got your tale so pat. So you and
the fool have been putting your heads
together? Go! Go and spin and leave
these matters to men! Do you think
that my brother, after traveling the
world over, has not got a head on his
shoulders? Do you think, If there were
danger, he and I would not have fore
seen It?”
He waved his hand and turned away,
expecting her to go. but Petronilla did
not go. She hnd something else to say,
and though the task was painful she
was resolved to say It.
"Father, one word," she murmured.
"About my uncle.”
"Well, well? What about him?”
"I distrust him, sir," she ventured In
a low tone, her color rising. “The ser
vants do not like him. They fear him
and suspect of him I know not what.”
"The servants!" Sir Anthony an
swered In an awful tone.
Indeed It was not the wisest thing
she could have said, but the conse
quences were averted by a sudden
alarm and shouting outside. Half a
dozen voices, shrill or threatening,
seemed to rise at once. The knight
strode to the window, but the noise
appeared to come, not from the Chase
upon which It looked, but from the.
court yard or rear of the house. Sir
Anthony caught up his stick and fol
lowed by the girl, ran down the steps.
He pushed aside half a dozen womeh
who had likewise been attracted by the
noise and hastened through the nar
row passage which led to the wooden
bridge In the rear of the buildings.
Here, In the close on the far side of
the meat, a strange scene was passing.
A dozen horsemen were grouped In the
middle of the field about a couple of
prisoners, while around the gate by
which they had entered stood as many
men on foot, headed by Baldwin and
armed with pikes and staves. These
seemed to be taunting the cavaliers and
daring them to come on. On the wood
en bridge by which the knight stood
were half a dozen of the servants, also
I armed. Sir Anthony recognized in the
I leading horseman Sir Philip Clopton,
and in the prisoners Father Carey and
one of the woodmen, and In a moment
he comprehended what had happenel.
The sheiiff, In the most unnelghborly
manner, Instead of ehollenulng his front
door, had stolen lip to the' rear of the
, house, and without saying with your
leave or by your leave had snapped up
the poor priest, who happened to he
wandering In that direction. Probably
: he had intended to force an entrance,
'but he had laid aside the plan when he
saw his only retreat menaced by the
watchful Baldw’ln, who was not to be
caught napping. The knight took all
this/in at a glance, and his gorge ro3e
as much at the Clopton men’s trick as ^
at the danger in which Father Carey |
stood. So he lost his head and made
matters worse. "Who are these vll- !
Iains," he cried In a rage, his face !
aflame, “who come attacking men's i
houses in time of peace? Begone, or I '
will have at ye!"
Sir Anthony," Clopton cried, Inter- -
rupting him, “In heaven’s name, do not
carry the thing farther! Give me way j
in the queen's name, and I will-" j
What he would do was never known, j
for at that last word, away at the '■
house, behind Sir Anthony, there was j
a puff of smoke, and down went tlfe '
sheriff headlong, horse and man, while
the report of an arquebus rang dully
round the building. The knight gazed,
horrified, but the damage was done
and could not be undone—nay, more,
the Coton men took the sound for a
signal. With a shout, before Sir An- I
thony could Interfere, they made a !
dash for the group of horsemen. The
latter, uncertain and hampered by the !
fall of their leader, who was not hit, :
but was stunned beyond giving orders, :
did the best they could. They let their j
prisoners go with a curse, and then,
raising Sir Philip and forming a rough
line, they charged toward the gate by
which they had entered.
The footmen stood the brunt gallant
ly, and for a moment the sharp ringing
of quarter staves and the shivering of
stoel told of as pretty a combat as ever
took place on level sward In full view
of an English home. The spectators
could see Baldwin doing wonders. His
men backed him up bravely, but in the
end the Impetus of the horses told, the
footmen gave way and fled aside, and
the strangers passed them. A little
more skirmishing took place at the
gateway, Sir Anthony's men being deaf
to all his attempts to call them off, and
then the Clopton horse got‘ clear, and
shaking their fists and vowing ven
geance rode off toward the forest. They
left two of their men on the field, how
ever, one with a broken arm and one
with a shattered kneecap, while the
house party on their side, besides sun
dry knocks and bruises, could show
one deep sword cut, a broken wrist
and half a dozen nasty wounds.
"My poor little girl!" Sir Anthony
whispered to himself as he gazed with
scared eyes at the prostrate men and
the dead horses and comprehended
what had happened. "This is a hang
ing business! In arms against the
queen! What am I to do?” And as
he went back to the house In a kind of
stupor he muttered again: "My little
girl! My poor little girl!”
I fancy that In this terrible crisis he
looked to get support and comfort from
his brother, that old campaigner who
had seen so many vicissitudes and
knew by heart so many shifts. But
Ferdinand, though he thought the event
unlucky, had little to say and less to
suggest and seemed Indeed to have be
come on a sudden flaccid and luke
warm. Sir Anthony felt himself thrown
on his own resources. “Who fired the
shot?" he asked, looking about the
room In a dazed fashion. "It was
that which did the mischief,” he con
tinued, forgetting his own hasty chal
lenge.
"I think It must have been Martin
Luther, Ferdinand answered.
But Martin Luther, when he was ac
cused, denied this stoutly. He had
been so far along the Ridgeway, he
3aid, that, though he had returned at
once on hearing the shot fired, he had
arrived too lats for the fight. The
fool’s stomach for a fight was so well
known that this seemed probable
enough, and though some still sus
pected him the origin of the unfortu
nate signal was never clearly deter
mined, though In after days shrewd
guesses were made by some.
For a few hours it seemed as if Sir
Anthony had sunk into his former state
of indecision. But when Petronilla
came again to him soon after noon to
beg him to go Into hiding she found
his mood had altered. “Go to the Mere
farm?" he said, not angrily now, but
firmly and quietly. "No, girl, I cannot.
I have been in fault, and I must stay
and pay for it. If I left these poor fel
lows to bear the brunt, I could never
hold up my head again. But do you go
now and tell Beldwln to eome to me.”
She went and told the stern, down
looking steward, and he came up.
"Baldwin.” said the knight when the
door was shut and the two were alone,
"you are to dismiss to their homes all
the tenants—who have Indeed been
called out without my orders. Bid
them go and keep the peace, and I
hope they will not be molested. For
you and Father Carey, you must go
into hiding. The Mere farm will be
best.”
“And what of you. Sir Anthony?” the
steward asked, amazed at this act of
folly.
“I shall remain here,” the knight re
plied. with dignity.
"You will be taken,” said Baldwin,
after a pause.
"Very well,” said the knight.
The man shrugged his shoulders and
was silent.
"What do you mean?” asked Sir An
thony In anger.
“Why, just that I cannot do It,”
Baldwin answered, glowering at him,
with a flush on his dark cheek. "That
is what I mean. Let the priest go. I
cannot go and will not."
“Then you will be hanged!” quoth
the knight warmly. "You have been
in arms against the queen, you fool!
You will be hanged as sure as you
stay here!”
(Continued Next Week.)
Ate $30 Worth of Peaches.
From the Chicago Evening Post.
The late William C. Whitney wanted
to do something out of the ordinary
when he gave his first cabinet dinner as
a member of President Cleveland’s cab
inet. He scoured the markets of Wash
ington for delicacies. For fruit, he de
cided he would have peaches.
It was in the middle of February, and
there were no peaches in Washington.
He found a man in New York who said
he could get some, and Whitney ordered
several baskets.
The dinner was a great success. In
discussing it next day Judge Lamar
said:
"Those peaches were fine, Mr. Whit
ney. Where did you get them?”
"In New York." Mr. Whitney said.
"A man there found them for me."
"Peaches in February are certainly a
great treat." continued Lamar. “If It
is a fair question, how much did they
cost?"
"They cost *43 a dozen,” said Whit
ney.
And did President Cleveland eat any
of them? He is so found of fruit."
"Did he eat any of them?” exploded
Whitney. "I thought he rather crowd
ed the mourners. He ate five!”
Under Fire.
A calvary oilicer who had by no
means distinguished himself in the
South African war retired from the ser
vice and built himself a villa in a re
mote spot on the coast of Devonshire.
He was showing it to a friend one day,
and remarked:
The one difficulty I have is about a
name for the house. I should like to
hit upon something suitable—something
appropriate to my military career, you
know.”
"I see," replied his friend; “then why
not call it ’The Retreat?’ ’’
Of known iron ore the south has
more than all the known ore supply
of the rest of the country. In this it
has the foundation for duplicating all
the iron and steel industry of the
United States.
RECOLLECTIONS OF
THE PANIC OF 1857
One of the Country's Historic
Financial Crashes and the
Quick Recovery,
Louis Wlndmuller, of the firm of
Louis Wlndmuller & Roelker, discussed
yesterday some of the points of similar
ity between the famous panic of 1857
and the recent financial depression. "In
both panics,” he observed yesterday,
“financial relations with railroads wero
at the beginning of the trouble. In 1857
It was because of the too rapid expan
sion of the railroads and the confidence
of their promoters, who induced banks
to Invest heavily on the expectation
that towns and a paying population
would spring up quickly along the new
lines. When tills prosperity failed to
materialize and the securities the banks
'had purchased fell far below the pur
chase price the crash came. The re
cent depression of 1907 really started
In March of last year, when there was
an expectation of reappraisal by the
government of the railroads in which
financial Institutions had large hold
ings. This started the decline that
ended with the closing of so many
banks and trust companies.
"The panic of 1857 came like a bolt
out of a blue sky, and it caught nearly
'.everyone by surprl ■There were a
few of us, however, who early In the
summer drew out all the cash we could
from our banks and kept It. 1 was one
of the few. Why I did it I cannot now
recall. I am pretty certain, though,
'that I had no definite sense of im
pending disaster. It may have been a
premonition, but it was lucky. The
prime importance of having cash at
that time was even greater than dur
ing the trouble last fall. We did not
'have the makeshift of clearing house
certificates, and many of the bank
'notes in circulation were of the wild
cat variety. Each state had its own
flanking system. There were two sorts
pf hanks. The better sort of these de
posited a safety fund with the state
treasurer to insure their circulation and 1
to protect their creditors. The notes of
;these banks passed usually at face
value. The second class, called 'free
panks’ and 'wildcat banks,’ deposited
pimply enough to secure the note hold
fel-s. The notes from these banks some- j
times suffered as much as 10 per cent
idiscount.
i "Under such conditions it is not suar- '
.prising that credit was high, and I
know a merchant who paid 1 per cent j
for the use of a certain sum for a sin- ;
gle day. You can understand that with
such rates business men began to> fall
'and factories to shut down. The de
gression, the suffering and the excite
ment far overshadowed the crisis last
tj-tr, because the country has grown
enormously In wealth and our banking
system and currency have improved.
The worst panic we ever have had, in
my opinion, was that of 1873.”
Regarding the rapid recovery from
the panic of 1857, Mr. Wlndmuller said:
'"All the banks in the country outside of
Js’ew York suspended, as 1 recollect,
\vith the exception of the banks in Sam
Francisco.
1 But it was late in the summer, and
that year we had unprecedentedly
large crops. These saved the day, and
soon gold began to come In from
Europe and from San Francisco. In
the early winter that year business be
gan to struggle to Its feet, and condi
tions were normal by the spring of 1858.
This year we are promised a bumper
crop, and I believe the effects of the
recent depression will be virtually
wiped out as a result.”
Th« First Day of School.
The first day of school is the best flay of
• -
.'You feel so importajit and happy ana tall!
lYou have some new dresses, and m your
new books,
!New studies with lovely queer Jumble aind.
e rooks*
And teacher looks fresh and a little bit
fat,
And wears the most flummery, summery
fSTou wonder how some day ’twill feel to
be old.
And never bo scolded, and never ba
“toUt”
The blackboard is painted ail shiny and!
black-“
And somehow, it really is good to be bw(;lt.
There's Amy and Harriet, Mary and
Gwen,
And Maribei Mathers, who has the goMt
pen.
And Maribel's doing her hair a new way.
And has a new bracelet that's locked on ,
to stay.
lYou wish that mama woven t so strict
about things—
tThat you could wear brooches ana brace
lets und rings,
,We don't have to study the first day, at
a".
And teacher, quite often, goes out In the
hall; _ , ,
We whisper, but teacher comes back with
a smile—
[We'll have to behave better after a while.
jOh, summer vacation is splendid, of
course,
(With the lake, and the farm, and the
boat, and the horse;
But truly I love the first uay. in the fall.
When school seems real fun—'tis the best
day of all!
—Edna Kingsley Wallace In September St.
Nicholas.
The Key to Real Success.
W. D. Howells, In Harper's Magazine for
September.
A prime qualification for success In any
art, trade, or profession is the love of It,
though love alone will by no means bring
success In it. The love must be reciprocal;
that Is, the vocation must desire Its fol
lower, for reasons which there Is no find
ing out, and which must remain as much
a mystery to him as to any of his wit
nesses. "She was love-worthy," says
Heine, in treating of a more passional
case, "and he loved her; but he was not
love-worthy, and she loved him not." The
fond youth, university-bred or self-made,
may have ever so great a desire for jour
nalism, but journalism will have no de
sire for him, unless he lias the peculiar
charm for it which commands affection in
all cases. He can only prove the fact by
trying, and by longing to try with a long
ing that excludes the hope of every other
reward beside the favor of the art he
wishes to espouse. Riches, fame, power
may be In the event, but they are not to
he In the quest. The w-lsh to succeed In
It for its own sake must be his first mo
tive, and the sense of success In It must
be his first reward; those other things
must be left to add themselves, without
his striving for them. So far as lie strives
for them, they will alloy und dilute his
journalistic success.
Competition.
Front the Nashville American.
“Mrs. Jones had a most delicious bit
of scandal to tell Mrs. Brown, and
the latter wouldn’t give her a chance
to let go of It."
"I thought she reveled In such
things."
'She does."
“Why wouldn't she hear It?”
“The lime was short and she had
some scandal that sha wanted to tell
herself.”
[
.
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Mrs. S. A. Williams, of Gardiner^
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She has guided thousands to
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The Story of Starlight.
From the New York Sun.
August Belmont, president of the
Jockey club, at a dinner In New York
said of racing:
“Racing fs honestlv conduced In the
main. The stories that one hears about
ft are rather absurd. They axe’ like
the story of Starlight.
"Once there was a group of sports
men who were all quite broke. They
must, however, get Into the races. And
one at a time they presented them
selves at the paddock gate:
" ‘I am the owner of Starlight.’ th«
first said. He was well dressed and
Imposing. They believed and passed
him In.
“"I am Starlight’s trainer,' said: th«
second. His red face and bluff man
ner bore out his story and they ad
mitted him.
“The third man. small and thin, next
appeared:
“ ‘Starlight’s Jockey,’ he said short
ly, and hurried through the gate.
“The fourth and last man of the
group was very shabby Indeed.
“‘Welt who are you?’ they saldi
impatiently, when he presented him
self.
‘ I am Starlight,’ was the meek, re
ply." _t _
Hoick «h Wink.
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How He Explained.
From Lippincott's.
The dissatisfied voter had dropped out
of his regular party and tried some
thing else at the previous election.
When he appeared to register for th»
next primary there was some hitch
In the proceedings.
"Didn’t you vote the prohibition
ticket last time?" inquired the-clerk.
"Yes," responded the voter un
abashed.
"How do you explain thait?"
“Well, you see,” he explained with
charming frankness, “I was drunk at
the time and didn’t know what I wa*
doing.”
The clerk accepted the explanation as
quite satisfactory and took him back
into the fold again.
Heard in the Capital.
The Congressman—You have had a
great many epochs in yaur career.
The Senator—Yes; sometimes I feet
as though I have had more epochs than
career.
The Safe Way to Buy Paint.
Proiierty owners will save a deal of
trouble and expense in keeping thetr
buildings properly painted. If they
know how to protect themselves against
misrepresentation and adulteration tot
paint materials. There's one sure and
safe guide to a pure and thoroughly de
pendable White Lead — that’s tto*
“Dutch Boy Painter” trade mark which
the National Lead Company, the larg
est makers of genuine White Lend,
place on every package of their prod
net. This company sends a simple and
sure little outfit for testing white lead,
and a valuable palut book, free, to all
who write for it. Their address la
Woodbridge Bldg., New Y'ork City.
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