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"Jump-Short" Pie.
From the London Chronicle.
In our catalog of out-of-the-way
dishes a feast of Rev. R. H. Barham
may be Included The author of the
"‘Ingoldsby Legends.” his son relates,
on visiting one of his parishioners, was
asked to dine and have some “Jump
•hort" pie. He did so, and made a
hearty meal. "It’s very nice—tastes like
lamb; why the odd name?” he asked.
“Well, sir," Raid Ills host, "It Is lamb.
You see the young lambs In the mesh
try to get over the drains; a good
many of ’em Jump short, tumble In
and get drowned. We hooks 'em out
and puls 'em Into a pie. Have another
help, sir?” Barham declined.
Almost a General.
From the Kansas City Star.
John MacDonald, editor of the NVestern
■•School of Journalism, relates that he once
• asked the late J. K. Hudson wtiether lie
■should call him "major” or "general "
Hudson was a major In the civil war and
was made a brigadier general In the
Spanish war, but In the latter conflict he
-did not get Into active service. "Call
■me major," said Hudson to MacDonald,
tn reply to the question. "I was vacci
nated for •general,' but It didn't take."
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Foralgn Spring.
•The charlock and the hemlock flowers
Have hung their laces o’er the green;
The buttercups are bright and sheen
As though the spring were ours.
But through the poplar-rank there
shines
The white Interminable way;
And down the hill the budding vines
Go softly gloved In gray.
Amid a purer, loftier sky
The foreign sun burns fur and bright;
O mistier fields! O tendered light:
I pause awhile and sigh.
-—A M. F. Robinson, "Retrospect and Oth
er Poem:.."
Or Icelander.
From the Washington Star.
■ ""What Is the nationality of the janl
■for of your building?"
“I haven’t seen him,” answered Mr.
Blrlus Barker, "but, judging from the
temperature, I should say he was an
Eskimo."
Safe mid Sure,
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• cough cure. For many years it has
(been regarded by doctors as the medi
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>hae a strong hold on the esteem of
•aM well-informed people. When Kemp s
IBalsam cannot cure a cough we shall
'be at a loss to know what will. At
druggists' and dealers', 20c.
Window Gardens In Hotels.
From the New York Herald.
Window boxes of flowers have come
to be looked upon almost as necessi
ties tn tho city hotels, and tho hy
acinths of Easter have given way to
pansies and geraniums or green leaved
plants of tropical growth. Among the
places that made a new showing of
eprir.g In the windows Friday were tho
Astor. the Knickerbocker, tho Plaza,
the Cafe Martin and the Hotel Latham,
which was brilliant with scarlet ger
aniums.
Ministers Honor John Calvin,
Vrom the 1'hUudelphia Evening Times
Two hundred prominent ministers
and laymen of the Presbyterian church
igaihored at the Bei le vue-Strut ford to
commemorate the 400th anniversary of
the birth of John Calvin. The banquet
took place under the auspices of the
Presbyterian Social union of Philadel
phia. The speakers were the Rev.
George William Knox and the Rev. Dr.
llaxter Fullerton.
The Ruse That Failed.
From Illustrated Bits.
Tompkins has Just dropped a halfpenny
In front of the blind beggar to see If he
would pick It up.
Beggar—Make it sixpence, guv-r.or, an'
I'll ferget meself.
The wholesale price of a male canary
Is about 70 cents In Germany, while a
female costs only 17 cents.
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Inconsistencies of Our Speech#
From the Scrap Book.
For the last 30 or 40 years a good many
persons have been trying to simplify the
■ accepted spelling, of the English language.
They say that Its Irregularity is a stum
bling block to foreigners who wish to
learn It. and that It la, moreover. In Itself
Illogical. It is rather remarkable that no
one has suggested simplifying the gram
matical and verbal forms, since these are
much more Irregular and difficult than
the spelling. To say ‘T am," "I was," “I
have been,” and to say that these differ
ent forms belong to the single verb “be”
is strange enough. So In the present tense
of the same verb. We say “I am," “You
are,” "He Is.” A really scientific language
would let the verb run: “I am,” “You
am,” “He ams." Twenty centuries ago
the Alexandrian Greeks formed a scheme
for getting rid of the Irregular verbs In
their language; but, naturally, the people
at large stuck to the old usage. The Ir
regularity of English, however. Is more
marked than that In any other tongue;
because we have drawn upon so many
different sources—Anglo-Saxon, Norman
French, I>atln, German, Italian, Greek and
Spanish, not to mention stray contribu
tions from Turkish and Hindustani. The
apparent absurdity of our noun system
Is very well sot forth In the following
clever rhymes written by some one who
has preferred to remain anonymous:
We ll begin with a box, and the plural la
boxes,
Hut the plural of ox should be oxen, not
oxes.
Then one fowl Is a goose, but tw'O are
called geese,
Yet the plural of moose would never be
ineese. I
You may find a lone mouse, or a whole
nest of mice, I
But the plural of house is houses, not 1
hice.
If the plural of man Is always called men
Why shouldn't the plural of pan be called
pen ?
Then cow In the plural may sometimes
be klne.
But a bow if repeated is never called bine,
And the plural of vow Is vows, never vine.
If I speak of a foot, and you show me
your feet,
And I give you a boot—would a pair be
called beet?
If one Is a tooth, and a whole set are
teeth,
Why couldn't the plural of booth be called ;
beeth?
If the singular’s this, and the plural Is
these,
Should the plural of kiss ever be nick
named kese?
Thfen one may be that, and three would be
those,
Yet hat In the plural would never be hose;
And the plural of cat Is cats, not cose.
Wo speak of a brother, and also of
brethren.
But though we say mother, we never say
methron.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his
and him;
But Imagine the famine, she, shls and
shim.
So the English, I think, you all will agree.
Is the queerest old language you ever diu
see.
—Author Unknown.
Nothing New.
From the Bohemian.
“I'm Introducing a brand new Invention
—a combined talking machine, carpet
sweeper and letter opener," said the agent,
stepping briskly Into an office.
“Got one already," answered the pro
prietor. “I'm married.”
Argentina ranks third In the number
if cattle, 29.116,625 head. Russia leads
with 91,000,000 head, and the United
States follow-s with 69,000,000 head. The
value of Argentina's cattle Is 5928,685,
134. Argentina Is also third In horses,
with 7,631,376 head, worth 5205,826,834.
Russia has 22,000,000 and United States
11,000,000. Sheep numbered 67,211,754,
worth 5287,359,076, exceeded only by
Australia' .83.000,000.
Even a whispered call to duty can
Se heard by a deaf man If there's an
>bese salary attached.
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The House of the Black |
By F. L. Pattee Ring Copyright, 1905 | j
"<'ome on. Follow me," he shouted.
He fell upon the underbrush for dear
life. The one cry of his heart, frantic
and wild, was to save her—at any cost.
"She mustn't burn! My God! she
mustn't burn!” poured from his heart
like a mad prayer.
The girl, her hand linked Into the
bridle of the horse, staggered on in the
path he was crashing down. A few
steps and he stopped abruptly. They
were walking directly Into the fire.
They lmd struck for the more exposed
side of the valley, and the wind had
driven the flames ahead of them. The
other side was their last hope.
'Quick! Turn back!” he yelled.
“It's our only chance.” They wheeled
about like frantic creatures Into the
opposite brush. He was slashing at
the tangle like a giant. Right and left
flew the axe smiting and crashing and
lopping—the very embodiment of de
struction. Once he glanced back and
saw the slim figure of the girl wrest
ling with the horse and the thickets.
He caught a glimpse of her face,
smoke stained and eager, her glossy
hair torn and streaming about it, and
his whole soul sent up the mad cry,
"She shan't burn! My God! she shan't
burn!" Rut the flames were racing be
fore a wild hurricane.
There seemed not one chance in a
thousand for the fugitives.
CHAPTER X.
THE MILE DOWN FOMAING
VALLEY.
After a moment they found them
selves by the brook In a place where a
deep pool was overhung by a limestone
lodge. Rose, struggling with the fran
tic horse, saw nothing. She was crash
ing through the brush just a step be
hind Jim, with only one impulse. He,
too, had but one impulse; he would
reach the rocks and save her, if he had
to tear her hand from the bridle and
bear her through the flames in his
arms. She shouldn’t perish; she
mustn't perish. He would light for tier
till he died.
As his eye fell upon the pool in the
brook he stopped short. If they could
stand in the water to their necks, there
might be a chance. He had heard of
such escapes. Then something about
the ledge caught his eye.
"This way," he yelled, suddenly.
“We can make it yet. I know where
we are.” He turned sharply to the left,
his ax still flying like a steel maul.
"We can make it—Pomp and all,” he
shouted over his shoulder exultantly.
"Come on!”
And she came on, though the horse
reared and plunged, lifting her from
her feet again and again, and swing
ing her about In the cruel tangle, tear
ing her clothes and hands and hair.
But she clung fast and kept ever close
behind Jim, who was slashing and
stamping and smashing like a Viking
in battle. Ten rods more and they
came to the brook again, but at right
angles to its former course.
"Foaming Valley stream,” he shouted
lustily. "We're out of it; we're in
Foaming Valley, and it’s high time.”
He was right; it was high time.
Swept on by the gale, the flames were
leaping like wolves from bush to bush,
and scurrying in the dead leaves not
two rods behind. A minute more and
the roaring cauldron w'ould have been
all about them, but they had reached
now the mouth of the little valley at
an angle from the flame swept funnel.
‘‘Here we are in a regular turnpike!"
he shouted. "It can’t catch us now.
It’ll run slow up this valley.
They were on the little dinkey road
which years before had taken the lum
ber down to the Cherry Run trail. It
was plain sailing now. But the panic
still on them, the scurried ahead like
rabbits.
The vollfiv trronr nnwwnn.j.. t
of cherry sprouts, all In full blossom,
and of raspberry and blackberry tan
gle, bound In the road on either side.
The ties had begun to decay; the iron
rails were thick with rust; and there
were places where floods had gullied
widely into the roadbed. The smoke
became less and less dense until it was
possible to see several rods in advance.
The wind was blowing toward the tire
and sweeping it in the opposite direc
tion. The valley grew narrower; at
length the ridge sides, steep and rag
ged, a mere mass of torn stone, drew
into a sharp V with the dinkey road
raised on trestle work at one side
They passed through with difficulty.
"We're all right now," he announced
cheerily. "The fire might back up as
far as the Narrows here, but it can’t
Jump through.’’
“Yes, but we’re in a trap." She was
looking about her critically.
"I don't think there is any outlet to
this valley," he said slowly. "We could
get over the right there, but. Pomp
couldn’t. I know where we are now
We were up this way fishing last sum
mer, and I caught a 12-inch trout
under the rock at the entrance down
there. That’s why I knew where we
were the minute I saw it.”
"That was a close call, Mr. Farthing
—an awfully close call.” She was
looking down at him with solemn eyes.
"I don’t think we had over a minute’s
margin."
"It did look close there one time,
didn’t it?—at least for Pomp?"
"Yes. and for us, too." She drew a
long breath. "Well, never mind; we
got out." She was not a girl to dwell
on morbid things. It was not her way
to shudder and live over and over the
past danger.
"But we are not out of the woods,
though, yet," she went on, looking up
at the steep ridges on both sides. I’ve
heard of this valley; it's father’s; but
I don't know much about it. If we
could only get Pomp over that ridge, I
know a path all right. ’Spose we could
get him over?”
"No; I don't. The only way I see is
to leave him here a day or two and
climb out ourselves."
“Harkl YVhat's that?—the fire?"
She turned her head and listened in
tently. She was still sitting on the
horse, which recovered from its fright,
was cropping the bushes contentedly.
"That’s thunder. Hear it? I’ve been
looking for a thunder gust all day and
I'm afraid it ’ll be a hard one, it's been
so hot."
"Father’s got an old mill up here a
mile or so," she spoke with sudden de
cision. "Come, le's try for it. Come
on.”
“All right.”
Again they started up the dinkey
road, he striding stoutly ahead. There
was something strong and masterful
and self-reliant about this young man
that appealed to her. Unconsciously
she watched him—his broad shoulders,
his firm set neck, his easy muscular
swing; it is always good to see a man.
They reached the mill Just as the first
large drops began to patter on the
leaves. It was a ramshackle old struc
ture, a mere roof to shelter the engine
and the sawing apparatus. A great
tangle of cherry trees and brush hem
locks had sprung up about it, and.
mingling with the rhododendron by the
stream, concealed It until one na.a right
upon It. It was warped and window
less, half-broken down at one end. and
full of gloom ami silence that was un
canny. On the side nearest the stream
there was a small board addition, which
had been used by the crew for both
kitchen and sleeping chamber. Off
against this arose a blackened pile of
sawdust 20 feet and more high.
“Here wo are,” he called cheerily.
“We can make it."
Indeed they were Just In time. The
first big drops were splashing on the
dry leaves. She sprang from the horse,
and they made a helter-skelter dash for
it.
“Ah we make It!” She flung open the
rickety door. In a moment the drops
had Increased to a torrent which roared
and pounded on the shingled roof.
“Let It rain!” he cried in high spirits.
"This is tight's a cup."
“Isn't this our lucky day, though?”
she echoed. “This comes just In the
nick of time. Tills is father’s mill, but
I was never here before. Isn't it a
funny old place?" She began to ex
plore with all the curiosity of a young
ster. The room was In good condition.
There was a rude table, a rusty stove
with a stove pipe chimney, and on one
side several bunks made of pine slabs.
She poked into an old cupboard, and
pulled out pans and old dishes and odd
contrivances, which she speculated over
eagerly.
“Pokerish place," he commented aft
er a time. "I don't believe anybody’s
been here for years."
“Yes, they have; trout fishers camp
here every spring. Didn't you camp
here?"
“No. We didn’t get up this far."
“Let's go through into the other
part."
"All right," and he followed her as
she disappeared through the door at
the side.
For the next two hours It poured and
drizzled, but there was not much
lightning. They explored for a time in
the old mill, then they sat and watched
the rain and retreating flashes on the
horizon.
“The question now Is how to get
home," she spoke up at length. “Do
you think the rain has cooled off the
Run?"
un, no, indeed. it would take half
a day to cool that fire. The only way
I see Is to strike over the ridge.”
"But It’s 1. miles.”
"Every bit of It, and It's through the
Wild Meadows. Ever been through?”
"Dozens of times.”
“Then you know. It’s a regular
snarl. That’s where I was Just before
I met you. I was looking out for our
timber lot In there. It's soaking wet
there now. Every bush has got a gal
lon in It.”
"What time Is It?*' she asked sud
denly.
"Five o’clock.”
“Then it's out of the question. It
would be dark before we got half
through.”
“There's only one way left then.”
"Risk Cherry Run?"
“No; that’s impossible. It’s stay in
the mill all night and’ strike out in
the morning. I think the Run will
be coot enough then."
“I’m afraid that’s the only way,” she
said with a trace of wistfulness In her
voice. It was not her way to quarrel
with the inevitable.
“AIT right. That means a fire." He
started up and seized his axe. “I’m
going to build a rouser by the brook
here and keep It going all nfght to
keep off spooks, and I’m going to have
one in the old stove here to get supper
bv.”
“Supper?" she echoed Incredulously.
“Sure. Ain't, you hungry?” She
looked at him a moment, then burst
into a laugh.
“I wonder If my face Is as black as
yours is?” she asked.
“I believe there Is just the slightest
trace of smut.” He looked down at
her a critical Instant, then turned away
abruptly, almost rudely.
”I'm going to try for a trout,” he
announced. “I've got a fly in my hat
here, but what sticks me is a line. Ah,
I have It,” with sudden Inspiration.
“Old Pomp—just the thing.” He sprang
off Into the bushes and after a mo
ment returned with half a dozen long
horse hairs which he proceeded to plait
Into a line.
“Good; now for a pole.” He lopped
down a slender cherry sprout, trimmed
it with ills knife, and was ready.
“Back in a minute,” he called, and
disappeared into the rhododendron.
What a cheery, resourceful fellow he
was'. One couldn't help liking him.
She went to the stream, and glancing
coyly In the direction he had gone, be
gan to wash her hands and face and to
arrange her hair in the mirror of the
pool. In half an hour she heard his
hall up the dinkey road.
“Got six neat ones. Look at ’em.”
He held them up on a stick, six moun
tain trout that glistened like jewels.
Her bright face and newly arranged
hair gave him a quick thrill. His
tongue quivered with a remark, but he
only said;
“That's our supper."
"How are we going to cook them?”
she asked In a puzzled tone. "We
haven't any dishes,”
“Oh. that’s easy. We're camping out.
you know. I’ll cook 'em. Ever see it
done this way?” He dressed the trout
and, embedding three of them in a yel
low clay, buried the mass in the hot
ashes. The remaining three he im
paled on long spits and roasted them
over the coals. Then with the axe he
hewed out plates from the pine slabs.
Supper was ready. The clay was
poked out of the ashes and broken
open, and the trout, leaving their skins
in tin1 shells, rolled out a clear yellow,
arid done to a turn.
“How do you like 'em?” he asked.
“They’d be good if we had salt," she
said, tasting critically.
“Oh, we're Indians now, and Indians,
you know, don't eat salt. You want to
imagine with all your might that we
are Indians, and you’ll forget all about
the salt. That’s the way to enjoy
things In the woods." He began on his
share of the fish with evident relish,
and she stopped nibbling and ate as
hungrily as he.
“I’ll get a string In the morning
that'll be enough.” he declared boyish
ly. "Now for the chores." He sprang
out into the thicket and bqgan to lop
down the hemlock scrubs and strip
them of their soft sprigs. "Have to
dry 'em a little, but they’ll be all right.
I’m going to fix up one of them bunks
for you. and I’m going to stay out here
and tend the Are.’’
“And I’ll put things to rights a little
In here.” She arose and began to move
about the room briskly. He paused a
moment involuntarily to look at her.
How bewitehlngly cozy and domestic
It was. the rude old room with its
housewifely Agure Aying about and
setting things in order. How marvel
ous to have her there, busy helping at
his housekeeping!
The early twilight was coming on.
As It grew darker the whole sky to
ward Cherry Run turned to a dull brick
red. The smoke hung on the rfdges
like a fog, and the air was full of
flakes of charred leaves. The rain had
not quenched the lire; it was burning
as fiercely as ever. The dark came on
early. It was evident that black clouds
had rolled up again. Tile wind howled
about the old structure, and roared on
the ridges. Despite the afternoon’s
shower it was a dry, sultry wind, the
breath of a week of scorching weather.
The fire by tho brook was almost un
bearably warm, but it was needed for
cheer and companionship. It was an
excellent chaperon, too, and young Jim
kept It gotng steadily. He sat on an
old pine block near It. and she perched
precariously on the slab-heap near the
door.
The conversation centered about the
fire and their escape, then wandered to
other fires and other escapes.
"Did you ever hear'.”’ she asked sol
emnly, "of the time when the fire came
down In the night through Heller’s Gap
and threatened the valley?"
"No."
"And you don’t know what stopped
it?”
"No. I’ve never heard of it.”
"It got as far as the black ring
around the old cabin and didn't cross
it.”
“And the valley people of course
thought It supernatural?"
"Some did.”
"But it was all perfectly natural;
don’t you see it was? That short, green
stuff that grows around the cabin don’t
burn easily."
"What makes it grow there?” She
was looking over at him half reprov
“Oh, it's some sort of wild grass. I
s’pose It was sowed there some time.”
“But why don’t the snow lie on it?”
“I haven’t seen but what it does. It’s
possible that the sun comes In onto It
in a curious way and melts It quicker.
It’s on the south slope, you know, and
under the rocks."
“But snow never lies there, even on
the north side, no matter how deep It
may be elsewhere.”
“Oh, that's superstition, pure and
simple. The stories about that old
house arc really laughable."
“But Amos isn’t superstitious. He’s
seen It; and you know about what he
heard the other night—he and Dan?”
“Pshaw! You don’t seriously be
lieve there’s anything supernatural
about that old house; now, do you?”
He looked over at her laughingly. "I
didn’t suppose that anybody nowadays i
really believed in ghosts until I came 1
into the valley here. I never dreamed
of such a thing."
“Amos don't believe In ’em."
“No; but it makes all the difference
In the world who you’re with. He and
all the rest of you have been thinking
about this thing so long that you’re
nervous, and you actually imagine you
see and hear things."
“But Amos isn't nervous."
"Well, I know this—that every re- ;
gion has got a haunted house, and peo
ple you wouldn’t think of believing in
such things can be found by the dozen
to say they have seen the ghost. Now,
do you know Tom and I watched there
three nights running after that last j
scare and never saw or heard a thing j
out of the way? It’s all superstition,
you take my word for it.”
"Perhaps so,” she said doubtfully.
Then for some reason a silence fell be
tween them. After a time he glanced
shyly in her direction. She was lean- I
ing far toward the fire, her elbows in
her lap, her chin in her hands, gazing
demurely into the flames.
The picture thrilled him the dim
background of hemlock and rhododen- |
dron In which the shadows played fit- j
fully, the tottering old mill faintly out- |
lined, and the girl with the firelight in
her hair. He gazed at her rapt and'
breathless. It was the moment of mo
ments for confession; the man and
maiden miles and miles from all other
human life, the steep encircling ridges
—a little world, and only they two. A
wild Impulse seized him, but he crushed
it Instantly. He would make no avow
al now. She was with him wholly by
accident it had been against her will.
He had the advantage, but he would 1
not use It. Not one look or one word
of lave to embarrass her now, if he
could master himself, and he could. He
would seek her some other time when
she was tree to do her whole will, and
he would pour out his heart as a man
should.
“Homesick?" he asked, with a suspl- ■
clou of fun tn his voice.
“Not a bit,” she said, scornfully.
“But think how they are worrying
down home. They won't sleep a wink,
will they?" 1
"Can’t blame them If they don’t,
but It’s nothing we're to blame for.”
“I think I’ll go In, now,” she said
solemnly.
“Good night,” he said, and she dis
appeared.
He threw on more wood and* took
his place again on the log. For an
hour he gazed fixedly into the flames.
Another hour and he had not changed
his position except to pile •«! fuel.
(Continued Next Week.)
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The Harnessing of the Nile.
From the New' York Financier.
On the 9th of February the khedive
of Egypt officially declared open the ,
Esneh barrage, or dam, across the ]
Nile, thus making effective one of the
most gigantic engineering feats of mod- |
ern times. This dam is some distance
north of the Assuan barrage; the con- ’
struction work of the Esneh was begun
after the Nile flood of 1890, and it was ;
carried forward with such energy that I
It was completed more than IS months ;
before the time limit of the contract.
It was an Anglo-Egyptian government i
enterprise, labor was cheap and unre- I
stricted and hence uninterrupted prog
ress was made.
The first step in this enterprise wa3 ,
the building of the Assuan reservoir.
750 miles from the sea, which reservoir ■
is capable of impounding two and one- I
third billion tons of water for delivery j
at the lower reaches of the river when
required; at intervals below the As
suan are smaller barrages to control
the water level, and the Esneh is the !
last of such barriers to be completed.
In the dam at Assuan arc huge gates
that open at the touch of a button;
daily a wire from Cairo informs the
engineer in charge of the barrage how
much water will be needed, the gates
are opened and the water flows along
the hundreds of miles of river and the
thousands of miles of irrigation canals,
contributing to the nourishment of the
earth and to the deposit of rich mud
highly fertilizing vegetation.
One result of the completion of this
enterprise will be an enormously in
creased acreage of the hitherto arid
and unproductive area, two crops—one
of cotton and sugar will be raised in
the summer, and grain in the w Inter. A
thousand years ago the Nile valley was
rendered fruitful by floods which over
flowed the banks, and, subsiding, left
their fertilizing deposit; when the over
flow was liberal the people feasted;
when, however, it failed, there were
famines, and since Joseph's day there
have been periods of feasting and fam
ine due to the absence or the presence
of the Nile flood. The design of the
reservoir and the dam construction
was to provide such artificial devices
as would always make the Nile de
pendable for the uses which nature In
tended to provide for the benefit of
man; the constructors have not alona
realized their expectations, but demon
strated the accuracy of their calcula
tions when the vast work was planned.
For every passenger carried the rail
roads of this country transport two
tons of freight. 1
—. >'
Wisdom of Jefferson.
We owe gratitude to France, JOstlc*
to England, good will toward al% sub
servience to none.
Were we directed from Washington
when to sow and when to reap wm
should soon want bread.
An equilibrium of agriculture, man
ufactures and commerce Is essential
to our Independence.
The whole body of the nation is the
sovereign legislative, executive and
Judicial power for Itself.
Education Is the only sure founda
tion that can be devised for the
preservation of freedom and happiness.
It is better to keep the wolf out of
the fold than to trust to drawing his
teeth and claws after he has entered.
The press is the best Instrument for
enlightening the mind of man and im
proving him as a rational, moral and
social being.
»"4l
A Famous “Townsman.
From the Delineator.
In the town of G- in one of th®
southern states, a school teacher was
holding a public examination of the pu
pils, and questioning them on general
topics.
Among others, he put the following
question, referring to Grover Cleveland.
“What celebrated man was born in
Buffalo. N. Y ?
A hand Instantly went up from th®
class, and upon the teacher's nodding per
mission to speak, a boy shouted confi
dently, “Buffalo Bill.”
Green Peas and Mint Salad.
From the Chicago Record-Herald.
One-half pint of cooked peas that
have been thoroughly chilled. Arrange*
on a bed of lettuce, sprinkle over it
very finely chopped mint leaves arid
serve with a French dressing, using
the mint vinegar is possible. Garnish
with thin slices of boiled carrots.
Good for Sore Eye*,
for over 100 years PETTIT’S EYB
SALVE has positively cured eye disease*
everywhere. All druggists or Howard
Bros. Buffalo, N. Y.
Promis* of Stability.
"The new Cuban republic is inaug
urated with some promise of stability,"
said Charles Cassilly Cook, a New York
attorney to a Washington Herald re
porter.
During the Spanish war Mr. Cook
served in Cuba as a captain of volun
teers, and has written much on the po
litical and industrial conditions of th*
island. In the late Cuban insurrection
he was legal counsel for the junta in
New York.
"President Gomes is able and popular,
his cabinet Is to be composed of gentle
men of high character, and the new
congress will be made up of distin
guished lawyers, successful merchant*
and astute politicians," continued Cap
tain Cook. "The Cubans as a class ar*
patriotic and law-abiding. There are,
however, the chronic revolutionist*
among them, who. unfortunately, can
start an insurrection on slight pre
text.
"Yes, there are breakers ahead for
the Cuban ship of state. The Cuban
politician has our own political work
er's penchant for government jobs. Th*
Island's suppLy greatly exceeds the de
mand; the disappointed office seeker*
will soon create a storm. Foreign cap
ital invested in Cuba is tempted to
foment trouble, believing resultant an
nexation to the United States will en- i
hance trade and values. The Spanish ^
commercial element want the aegis of
our Hag and closer business relation*
with the country. The success of th*
new administration is dependent upoa
the Influx of foreign capital, profitabl*
employment of the enforced Idle, th*
education of the Ignorant masses, th*
supprewston of the many forms of pub
tlc gambling which devour the meager
earnings of the working classes, and in
creased foreign markets for Cuba*
products.
"Our country's industrial and com
mercial prosperity, as well as Cuba'*
would be materially enhanced by a
more equitable commercial treaty en
abling our merchants and manufactur
ers to enjoy the bulk of Cuba's foreign
purchases now had by Germany.
France and England.”
Two years ts the life of the averag*
spider.
LIGHT BOOZE.
Do You Drinlc It?
A minister’s wife had quite a tussla
•vlth coffee and her experience is inter
esting. She says:
“During the two years of my train
ing as a nurse, while on night duty, I
became addicted to coffee drinking. Be
tween midnight and four in the morn
tug, when the patients were asleep, %
there was little to do except make the
rounds, and It was quite natural that I
should want a good, hot cup of coffee
about that time. It stimulated me and
I could keep awake better.
"After three or four years of coffee
drinking I became a nervous wreck and
thought that I simply could not live
without my coffee. All this time I was
subject to frequent bilious attacks,
sometimes so severe as to keep me la
bed for several days.
"After being married, Husband
begged me to leave off coffee, for ha
feared that it had already hurt me al
most beyond repair, so I resolved t»
make an effort to release myself from
the hurtful habit.
“I began taking Postum and for a
few days felt the languid, tired feeling
from the lack of the stimulant, but l
liked the taste of Postum, and that an
swered for the breakfast beverage all
right. *■
"Finally I began to feel clearer head
ed and had steadier nerves. After a
year's use of Postum I now feel like a
new woman—have not had any bllioua
attacks since I left off coffee.’’
"There’s a Reason.” Read “The Road
to Wellville,” in pkgs.
Ever read the above letter? A'
new one appears from time to Umt
They are genuine, true and full 0f
human interest. '
