THREE LIT TLE MICE.
(Copyright, 1914, by the McClure News
paper Syndicate).
Once upon a time there were three
little mice, Big and Little and Tiny.
They lived with their father and mother
between the walls of a house. At night
they used to scamper around with their
father and mother, looking for cheese.
Tiny would run Into a very small
place and sometimes Big would try to
follow him, and ho would got part of
his body through the crack and then
squeak for help Little would try to
pull him out by the tall, and Tiny would
push his nose.
Big was very headstrong and was al
ways In trouble. One night their father
and mother showed them a trap that
had been set to catch them, and told
them not to go near It, but to run about
the shelves and get their food. Big
kept thinking of the nice piece of
cheese he saw In the trap, and won
dered If he could get It without being
caught. He walked around the trap,
so he put one paw In very carefully,
when, snap went the trap.
Oh! how he did squeak. Ills father
and mother came running to him as
fuBt as they could. "What did I tell
you," said his father.
"Oh! my paw, my paw,” cried poor
Big; "It will break oft; get It out,
quick.”
His father and mother ran on top
Bf the trap, when snap, snap, snap,
Went the trap, and off they ran; but
poor Big’s squeaks soon brought them
back, and they tried again. This time
there was no snapping of the trap, and
his father put his front paws on the
wire that was raised, and his mother
did the same, and after a hard push
together, they opened the spring, and
Big pulled his paw out. lfo limped
away with Little on ono side of him
and his mother on the other, but the
futher called them back. "You can eat
tho cheese now," he said, "the trap Is
harmless; all of the wires are sprung,
help me push It over." So they did as
he told them, and had a feast.
"But where Is Tiny,” asked the
mother. "He was eating a hole In a
mince pie when wo left the shelf,” re
plh'd the father; "we had better go and
And him.” And away they all ran to
th eshelf, Big following behind.
"This was tho pie,” said the father,
"but I do not seo him." Just then the
plo moved.
"Ho Is Inside that pie," said the
mother. "Tiny,” she squeaked, "you
come out this Instant. He’ll be sick,”
she said. ”1 do believe he has eaten
his way around tho Ailing." Just then
out poked a very much besmeared nose,
End then out came Tiny, He could
hardly walk, he had eaten so much, and
as It was a brandy flavored mince pice,
he cc uld not see very well as he crawled
to tho shelf und lav down.
"You get up this minute,” said the
mother, "and come home,” and she took
one paw and the father the other, and
they led him along. Big and Little
followed. "Did It hurt you much,”
Esked Little, "when tho trap caught
you ?”
"No answered Big, very bravely,
"those traps are not as bad as father
tries to make us believe, and I am going
nut alone tomorrow; 1 am tried of tag
ging along behind father and mother;
you better come with me."
Tho next night tho father and mother
went out und left the three little mice
at home, "Now Is our chance,” said
Big, “come on, I know where there Is a
largo house with plenty of food, and no
cats or traps. Gray Mouse told me the
maids nre careless and never put away
the food, and If you do not run about
in the day time they do not care what
you do at night.” “I want to go," said
Tiny.
"You can't.” said Big; “you are too
small."
“Squeak, squeak.” cried Tiny. “I want
to go,” and he squeaked so loud they
had to take him with them, but as they
were crossing the yard a cat ran after
them and Tiny Just escaped being
caught. This frightened him so that
he ran home as fust as he could go.
Big and Little reached the house
Oray Mouse had told Big about, when
Llttlo became frightened at some noise
he heard and tried to get. Big to go
home. “You are a baby,” said Big, “go
home If you want to, I’m going out Into
the world for myself; come along, Lit
tle; don’t be afraid." But Little was
homesick, and ran back to his home.
Big reached the closet In the big
house and such a fet.st as he had.
There was a dish of cheese. Just as
though they had expected him, and
there were nuts, all shelled, and cake,
with frosting such as he liked. He
nibbled until he was quite full, then he
crawled Into a hole and slept all day.
The next night he wandered forth
again. There were cheese and some
crusts of bread; that was all. He
Jumped to the floor and ran Into the
dining room, thinking the food had
been left on the table, but the room
was empty. Then he went Into another
room, but that was empty, also, and
he found all the rooms quite bare. Then
he knew what had happened; the fam
ily had moved out. His heart sank,
for he did not know what to do; he
did not want to go home, after boast
ing to Little of his courage.
He went Into his hole, and the next
night looked on the shelf again, but It
was quite bare. He found another
hole In the closet and went In, and he
ran along the wall until he came to an
opening and when he put his nose out
of that he smelled cheese; he followed
the scent, when suddenly he came upon
a trap, and he could see the tall of a
mouse sticking out. This frightened
him dreadfully, and he ran to the hole
as fast as he could.
He was very hungry now, but he did
not dare go out of the hole, as It was
day light by this time. The next night
all he had was a few crumbs he found
on a shelf, and the next week he did
not find much to eat. Everywhere he
went there were traps and cats. Poor
Big was getlng very thin, and he
thought many tml.es of his father and
mother and Little and Tiny.
One night he was v,ery hungry and
he ventured where he smelled food, and
there he saw Little eating a piece of
cheese. H.e had returned to his own
home without knowing It.
“Hello, Little,” he squeaked, faintly.
Little looked at him and dropped his
cheese nnd ran. In a minute he re
turned with his father and mother and
Tiny.
“It is his ghost,” his mother said, and
began to cry. Tiny hid behind his
mother and peeped out at Big.
" JVho Is It?” he asked.
“It’s poor Big's spirit,” sobbed his
mother.
“Wo, mother, It Is I," said Big; “don't
you know me?”
H'» had grown so thin they did not
know him, but his mother ran to him
when he spoke and put her paws
around him. “Oh, my poor Big," she
cried, “you are nearly starved.” They
took Jilm home and his father and Lit
tle brought him cheese and many nice
things that mice like, and his mother
fixed him a place to sleep, and In a few
dan he was as fat as the other mem
ber* of the family, and when his father
and mother took him out at night for
food he did not have any desire to run
awajr and hunt for himself. He had
learaod a lesson which he did not soon
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HOW MR. FOX WAS CAUGHT.
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It had been a bard winter for Mr.
Fox. He had not found It eagy to en
ter the barnyard of the farmer on the
hill on account of the big watchdog,
who seemed to sleep with one eye open
and always saw Mr. Fox creeping over
the hill. So when spring came Mr. Fox
was far from being In the condition he
liked to be and, besides that, he was
hungry. Under tho hill not farm from
tho farm house lived Madam Goose and
her 10 little gosllns. The house had
been well locked at night all the win
ter, but now It was warmer. Mr.
Fox wondered If she might not have a
window open, or perhaps the door
might not be so tightly closed.
"I believe I will pay my respects
to Madam Goose,” he said one night,
"I have never seen her gosllns and I
fear she may feel that I have slighted
her. I have called several times on
Mrs. Brown Hen and the others who
have new broods, and If she heard!
about my calls she would of course feel'
hurt If I passed her door.” Mr. Fox
straightened his collar and put on his
high hat, then he took his cane from
behind the door and Btarted for the
homo of Madam Goose. “That looks to
me like Mr. Fox Coming over the hill,”
said Madam-"Goose to herself. She was
looking out of her window Just before,
going to bed and saw the top of Mr,
Fox's high hat. Madam Goose blew
out the light and toucked the clothes
more snugly around her 10 little gos
llns; then she ran downstairs and mads
sure the windows wore fastened. Then
Madam Goose went to the door and did
a very strange thing—she unlocked ths
door "He thinks he Is a very smart
fellow,” she said to herself as shs
went up the stairs again, “but he may
find out tonight that 1 have a few
Ideas of my own If he comes too near
that door."
Mr. Fox did come close to the door.
He walked boldly up to It and knocked
twice with his cane; of course, he did
not try It, he was too polite to do that
until he had knocked. Madam Goose
put her head out of the upper window.
"Who Is there?” she asked. "Good
evening, dear Madam Goose,” said Mr.
Fox. lifting his high hat, "I came to
pay my respects I have been so busy
this winter that I could not attend to
all my social dutleo. I also heard that
your gosllns were the very handsomest
that had been seen around here In
many years, and I feel quite ashamed
of myself for not calling to see them
before tills.”
"You are ''Ulte right Mr Fox. my lit
tle ones are as nice and plump as any
gosllns I evGr saw. If I do say it my
self, but you must know that at this
hour any wise mother would have put
her children In bed hours ago. You are
most kind to call, but If you wish to see
my handsome, plump gosllns, you must
call again In the daytime, Mr. Fox." "I
am sorry I did not get around sooner,
Slid Mr. Fox. scratching his head and
n ui^uct lug *» ~ —— -
to vet into the house. “You see,
Mrtam Goose, I do not go out much In
the day time; the light Is not good for
my eyes, and the doctor told me to go
out only at night." "He must be a
very foolish doctor,” replied Mrs.
Goose; “you will strain your eyes more
at night; you have to look so much
harder to find what you are looking
for." Mr. Fox pretended not to hear
this last remark.
"I will try to get around In the day
time soon,” he said, “but now that I
am here 1 will stop a while and chat
with you. How have you spent the
winter?" “Oh, I have had a very quiet
time,” replied Madam Goose. "With
Knitting for 10 and mending and baking
you must know that I have very little
time to run about and gossip with my
neighbors. But I did hear you tried to
call on tny friends In the barnyard.”
"Yes! Yes," said Mr. Fox, twirling his
hut on his cane. “I did try several
times to call, and each time I would
' i meet some neighbor who was, on his
way to my home and I had to turn
back. I wonder if we could.chat better.
Madam Goose, If you came down
here?" "Why don't you come In,”
asked Madam Goose, "you will find the
door unlocked, I think. Go right In
and I Will be down." Mr. Fox was so
completely surprised by this Invitation
that he did not stop to think, as he
usually did, but tried the door and sure
enough It opened. He stepped In and
then before ho knew what was happen
ing he found himself in the cellar on
his back. He made such a racket that
all the little gosllns Jumped out of bed.
“Oh! mother, dear, what has hap
pened?" they cried all at once. “Has
old Mr. Fox come to carry us off?"
“Hush! Husn," said their mother.
“Get back Into your beds or he will, for
he Is this minute In the cellar." The
10 little goslllts Jumped Into bed In a
hurry, I can tell you, when they heard
this, and covered up their heads. Mad
am Goose went softly downstairs and
looked about. Right In front of the
door was a hole In the floor, and
Madam Goose tiptoed to the edge of
It and looked down Into the cellar. Mr.
Fox was sitting up rubbing his head.
. "Are you hurt,” asked Madam Goose,
when she was sure she was safe Mr.
, Fox looked up. "I am almost klled,"
he said. "You should keep your floors
In better repair. Madam Goose. Per
haps you will be kind enough to tell me
how I can get out of here. I do not
see any stair." "You will have to get
out the way you got In,” said Madam
Goose. “That board Is always loose,
but It Is plenty strong enoug to hold
. me or anyone who should come In here,
i You are caught, Mr. Fox, and by a
goose , too; think it over while I call
1 Mr. Dog. He has been waiting to catch
, you ull winter, but It seems he has not
■ been quite smart enough after all.”
■ Off ran Madam Goose to tell the dog,
and Mr. Fox knew that his minutes
[ were numbered.
“why Alice changed her mind,”
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*%I do not want to go to school this
mciulng," said Alice- “1 wish 1 could
stay at nome as you ao, motner, ana
not have to study.”
And l wish I could go to school In
stead of staying at home this morn
Ing,” replied her mother.
"Why, mother, what a thing to wish,”
said Alice. "You would have to study
and mind the teacher, and now you do
not have to mind any one, and can do
just as you like. I shall be glad when
I am grown up and can stay at home.”
"You may stay at home today," said,
her mother, “if you will promise to
follow me everywhere I go and see
how much fun I have.
"Oh, that will be great sport,” said
Alice, throwing her books on the table.
"The grocer's man is here for the
order,” said the maid.
“Come,” said her mother, “I must go
to the kitchen.”
Alice went to the kitchen and list
ened to her mother give the order for
the day’s supplies and after that the
order for the day's work to the maid.
"Baby must be dressed to go for his
morning ride,” said her mother, and
they went upstairs. "I will stay at
home,” said Alice, when her mother
started out with the baby in his car
riage.
"Oh, no,” said her mother, "you must
follow me today; that was the agree
ment and first we must go to market
and order the meat for dinner.”
Alice went along, but when her
mother came out of the market she
asked, “Are we going home now?"
“No, I must go to the paperlianger's
shop and select the paper for the
rooms to be papered next week," her
mother replied.
When they reached home It was time
for lunch and Alice sat down on the
veranda.
"We must put baby in his crib," said
her mother, “come upstairs.”
"I am tired,” said Alice.
”1 know, dear, but you wanted to
change places with me,” said her
mother, "and you must do all the
things that I have to do to know how
much fun I have.”
Alice followed, and when the baby
was in his crib she followed her
mother downstairs to get his bottle,
then upstairs again to give it to the
baby.
While they were eating their lunch
Alice asked: "What are you going to
do this afternoon, mother?”
“After I change my dress I have
some mending to do,” replied her
mother, "and then I Bhall go out; I
have a call to make.”
"I think I will go to school this aft
ernoon," said Alice.
"I thought you wanted to Btay at
home today and follow me,” said her
mother; "you have only had half of
the day."
“I did not think you did so much
work," said Alice.
“I have not worked much today,”
her mother replied. "I take the baby
out every pleasant day, but usually in
the morning I care for all the rooms
upstairs as well. This morning I had
an easy time. Don't you think It is
fun going to market and walking with
baby ?"
"No, I do not," said Alice. "I thought
you sat on the veranda and rsa.d.
That night when Alice was telling
her father about the experience she
had In the morning, her mother heard
her say: "Father, mother does not sit
on the veranda and read; she works
all the time. I thought when little girls
grew up they could stay at home and
do anything they liked and didn't have
to mind any one.”
"That is one way of looking at It,”
her father replied, “but when most of
the little girls grow up they have a
duty to perform in caring for a home
and children. They may not have to
mind any one, as you say, but they
have other things to do, and while
they are not told to do them, they have
to be done.”
“If I shall have all the things to do
that mother does," raid Alice, "I better
go to school and play while I can, for
when I am grown up I shall never have
a minute for anything but looking
after the house.”
“It Is not so hard as that, dear,” said
her mother. "I would not give up the
Joy and happiness I get from my home
and children for all the world, but I
did not want you to think that all
there was in life was fun, as you called
It, after you were grown up.”
HOW THE PANSIES GOT THEIR DRESSES.
(Copyright, 1914, by the McClure News- flowers that grow," said the old gar
paper aynoicaiej
Once upon a time there was a very
rich man who was so fond of flowers
that he built a house In the center of a
large plot of ground and surrounded It
with flowers of all kinds, and there he
lived all alone with a gardener and his
flowers.
The house was covered with beauti
ful pink and red rambler roses, which
were separated by vines of white hon
eysuckle.
There were roses of all kinds growing
near the door and graceful lillies lent
their waxen beauty to the scene. There
were also to be seen the hyacinth,
poppy, heliotrope, geranium, the mod
est little violet In white and blue and
flowering bulbs of every kind.
One day the rich man said to his
gardener:
"You must find me a new flower:
these are very beautiful, but I must
have something new."
The poor old gardener was In des
pair. "Master," he Bald, “I have been
north and south, east and west, and
all over the country, and you have
growing around you all the different
flowers I can find. I do not know
where to look for a new flower.”
“Go,” said his master, “and do not
return until you find a new flower.”
The poor man went Into his garden
wringing his hands and weeping as he
walked along. "What shall I do to
please him," he asked. "I know of no
other flower and I shall be without a
home In my old age, for I dare not le
turn without the flowers for which he
asks." And the poor old man sat down
upon the ground and wept.
"Perhaps we can help you," said a
voice beside him, and he saw through
his tears a group of fairies.
"But I have found for him all the
dener. unless you can tell me wners
to go to find a new kind, I am lost."
“You have pansies," said the fairy,
“but only In white. Why not have
them in colors?"
"But where will I get them,” asked
the CM man.
"Leave that to us,” the fairy replied.
“Dry your eyes and go Jnto your house
and sleep, and in the morning look
where the white pansies srow.”
That night, when everything was
still, the fairies hur'ied through the
garden to the bed of white pansies.
“We must be careful not to color nil
of them,” said the leader, “for the
white pansy is very pretty; but I nm
sure the master of this garden will be
satisfied when he sees the beautiful
colors we put on the others.”
Then each fairy begat, her work on
a pansy. Some were colored a rich
yellow with dashes of black, others
were given a deep purple, while others
were colored in three shades and some
were left with white centers and tinted
on th* outer edge with soft colors of
violet.
The next morning the old gardener
went to the pansy bed and his eyes
popped out with surprise and admira
tion. He danced and he sang in his
wild delight at the beautiful sight, and
ran towards the house making such a
noise that his master jumped out of
bed and ran to the door to meet him.
"My master!” he cried, "I have found
the new flower; come quickly and be
hold it! His master followed him with
all speed possible, and when he beheld
the beautiful sight he embraced the old
man and told him he should live in com
fort the rest of his life, for he was
satisfied with this new flower and felt
sure that there was nothing more beau
tiful to be found.
THE QUACK DOCTOR.
(Copyright, 1914, by the McClure News
paper Syndicate.)
"Send for the doctor at once.” said the
bantam. "It will surely have to be at
tended to by one who Is wise In the
line of medicines." and the bantam
strutted about in a manner which
plainly said: ‘1 always think of the
right thing to do first. Off scampered
the brown hen and the speckled hen as
fast as their two legs would carry them
to the office of Dr. Drake, down by the
pond. Now what had happened was
this: When the barn yard fowl went
to drink from their pan of water
that morning they found that It bad a
queer taste and In the bottom of the
pan was something white. The gray
hen discovered it first, for she took a
deen drink and almost choked. Her
throat smarted and she Btretched her
neck and ran about the yard cackling
at a great rate. Then the brown hen
very cautiously took a sip and stepped
away from the pan. "It is salt,” she
s^Jd; "sometbody has filled our pan
with salt What shall we do?" All the
hens and the rooster had gathered
around by this time, and the rooster
added his opinion to that of the brown
hen. "It is salt,” he said; "now, how
shall we get It out?” Then it was that
the bantam spoke and said it was a
case for the doctor.
Dr. Drake waddled as fast as he
could to the scene of the trouble and
adjusted his glasses and looked very
wise. "Now tell me all about how it
happened and when you first discov
ered It,” he said. All the hens began
at once to tell how gray hen went to
the pan and how she nearly died from
being poisoned, but they talked so fast
and made such a noise that the doctor
could not understand a word. “Gently,
gently, my dear madams,” he said at
last. ’With such a cackling I cannot
collect my thoughts and shall not be
able to give you my best advice. Bet
one of them speak at a time.”
"I think I should be the one to tell
It," said gray hen, "as I was the one
who first discovered the dreadful
thing." "But I was the one who told
you all what to do,” said the bantam;
”1 am the one to tell the doctor about
the trouble.” "I will tell him myself,”
said the rooster, strutting up to Dr.
Drake. "It was like this." he began;
"gray hen tasted a peculiar flavor to
the water in our drinking pan this
morning and took on In the most dread
ful manner, sq*I thought it my duty to
Investigate ana found someone had put
salt in our pan. Now we have called
you to see what can be done to take
away the dreadful taste.”
“Yes. yes, quite right,” said the doc
tor, looking very wise and opening his
medicine case. ”1 think I have the very
thine right here,” he went on as he
took out a bottle and dropped Into the
pan a few drops of liquid. “There,” he
said, stirring it. “now taste it, Mr.
Rooster, and I am sure you will find
the water all right once more.” The
hens ran to the pan and dipped In their
bills, but they stepped back and shook
themselves as though to get rid of the
taste. "It is worse than ever," said gray
hen. “Just awful." said brown lien
"Strange, strange," said Dr. Drake,
shaking his head. “That medicine was
never known to fall before "I'll try
this; it is a cure-all.” But the hens
said the water tasted worse than at
first, and while Dr. Drake tried one
thing after another, they could see no
improvement.
“What Is all this fuss about.” said
the dog. who had suddenly discovered
the group and ran to tind out the
causa.
"That Is easy enough to remedy," he
said, after hearing the story. "If you
are such a wise doctor,” he said to
the drake. "I should have thought you
would have known what to do at or.ie.”
"Well, what is to be done?” asked all
the hens in chorus.
“Why, pour out the salt and water
that is in the dish and fill it with clear,
fresh water,” replied the dog, walking
away with a look of disgust as he
passed Dr. Drake.
“These new doctors,” he said to him
self, "never think of simple remedies;
they think them too old-fashioned to be
worth trying.”
Wash Day.
Walt Mason, In Judge.
In those olden, golden days, which the
bards and dreamers praise, Monday
was a day of dread, and the housewife
left her bed before the break of dawn;
then she "put the boiler on." carried
water by the ton, and the day's work
was begun.
O'er the washboard then she bent, as
the long hours slowly went; and she
rubbed and rinsed and wrung, till upon
the line were hung all the children's
Sunday clothes, whiter than the driven
snows. Oh, she rinsed and wrung and
rubbed, where the heaps of clothes
were tubbed, till her back was warped
with pain and an ache was in her
brain; in the steam and suds she
tolled, and her hands and arms were
boiled, and the world semed shorn of
hope, for her hair was full of soap.
When the husband came at noon,
keen to ply the fork and spoon, keen
to wield the carving knife, he would
grumble at the wife, for no banquet
had been spread, and he had to eat
dry bread, with perchance a slice of
beef; and he loudly voiced his grief.
He rebuked that household plan which
would force a hungry man to consume
such victuals stale as they serve to
men In Jail. And the children raised
complaint; hunger made them sick
and faint, and they sighed, with brok
en hearts, that there were no plea or
tarts.
So the housewife toiled and wrought,
In the water, bubbling hot; tolled away,
distressed and weak, in the steam
clouds and the reek, till the long, dark
day was done, and her hour of rest was
won. When she went to her repose, she
could taste the steaming clothes; In her
dreams she tried to cope with tht wash
tub and the soap. This was wash day
in the time oft embalmed in poet’s
rhyme, In the olden, golden days, shin
ing through a mystic haze.
In this unromantlc time wash day
isn't such a crime. For electric currents
turn cunning little wheels that churn
soap and water through the clothes,
and the wringer gayly goes; and the
housewives sit and read helpful books
like "Kim” or "Queed," while the
cranks and cogwheels buzz, doing
work no giant does. And the husbands
get their meals when the clock the
noon hour peals, and the children, bless
their hearts! do not pine away for
tarts: and at eve unwearied dames
come forth ready for some games of
lawn tenins or croquet—washing done
and put away!
When the latest Zeppelin airship
cruised over Berlin it made hardly any
noise. In the past the airships of this
type have heen conspicuous for the dis
turbance they created.
The forest service collected 40,000
pounds of tree seed last year for use
in reforestation work. The total area
neforasted was about 30,000 acres.
ARGENTINA’S TWO GODS. ♦
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♦ Pleasure and Commerce Wor
^ shiped in Southern Republic.
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In Argentina as nowhere else In
South America we see the Twentieth
century symbolized. Through her ter
ritory runs most of the trans-Andine
railway. At the Andean end of the city
of Mendoza is the wine-growlnif
country of South America. Here 100,
000 people are growing rich on the fine
vineyards. Along the railway great
cities are rising like San Luis. In fact,
we ilpd the big towns now nearly uU
touched by some railway.
There are two great trunk lines be
sides tho trens-Andine. The southern
one from Buencs Ayres touches at La
Plata, Azu, Bahia Blanca, and termi
nates ot Neuquen in Patagonia. Tho
northern trunk line goes to Rosario
and on to Santiago del Estero, to Tu
cuman and Jupuy, and terminates in
Bolivia at Lachiaea. Only 60 miles re
main of this railway to be finished, and
then there will be a second trans
continental railway -in South America
from Buenos Ayres to Mollendo in
Peru.
Thus Argentina is a natien in tho
malting. The Argentines have ceased
to be Europeans and have not yet a
distinctive nationality. But they are
very proud of their great city, Buenos
Ayres, and of their boundless plains.
Patriotism is a mania among the Ar
gentines. The magnitude of their in
terests secures against the recurrence
of civil war. The optimism of the peo
ple Insures all kinds of progress in tho
future. The wealth and bounty of tho
land will make a great nation like
France or Germany, perhaps with tha
artistic and literary genius of Italy and
Spain transplanted to the new world.
The outlook for the future in this
great republic south of the equator may
well make one believe that in a cen
tury at least the Argentine Republlo
will be to the Latin people what tho
United States will be to the Anglo
Teu tonic race.
SOUTH AMERICAN CHURCH
IS CIVILIZING POWER
By Theodore Roosevelt, In the Scrlbneft,
A very short experience of communi
ties where there is no church ought to
convince the most heterodox of the ab
solute need of a church. I earnestly
wish that there could be such an In
crease In the personnel and equipment
of the Catholic church In South Amer
ica as to permit the establishment of
one good and earnest priest In every
village or little community in the far
Interior. Nor Is there any Inconsis
tency between this wish and the furth
er wish that there could be a marked
extension and development of the na
tive Protestant churches, such as I saw
established here and there in Brazil,
Uruguay and Argentina, and of the
Y. M. C. A. The bulk of these good
people who prefer religion will con
tinue to be Catholics, but the spiritual
needs of a more or less considerable
majority will best be met by the estab
lishment of Protestant churches, or in
places even of a Positivist church or
Ethical Culture society. Not only is
the establishment of such churches a
good thing for the body politic as a
whole, but a good thing for the Cath
olic church Itself; for their presence
is a constant spur to activity and clean
and honorable conduct, and a con
stant reflection on sloth and moral lax
ity. The government in each of these
commonwealths Is doing everything
possible to further the cause of educa
tion, and the tendency is to treat edu
cation as peculiarly a function of gov
ernment and to make It, where the
government acts, nonsectarian, oblig
atory and free—a cardinal doctrine of
our own great democracy, to which
we are committed by every principle of
sound Americanism But no democ
racy can afford to overlook the vital
Importance of the ethical In life; and
in practice the average good man
grows clearly to understand this, and
to express the need in concrete form
by saying that no community can make
much headway if it does not contain
both a church and a school.
Bad Teeth.
From the Baltimore News.
How many people realize the dangere
of bad teeth. At a hopeful estimate,
about one In 10,000. Every one knows that
a toethaehe Is about the most villainous
pain human beings are called on to en
dure, and that a sore tooth always feele
about an Inch longer than any of Its fel
lows. There public Information on thle
matter stops; and, unfortunately, some
doctors are not much wiser. Decayed or
badly filled teeth may cause a whole host
of troubles without their bad work being
suspected by the patient. Pus pocket#
often form at the roots of such teeth, and
poison the whole system by constant dis
charge of virulent germs. Many persis
tent headaches are due to this slow, un
suspected poisoning. Joint troubles usu
ally diagnosed under the omnibus title of
"rheumatism” have been traced to the
same souroe, and It is worth noting that
this particular form of rheumatism is very
frequently followed by heart affections,
sometimes of a very serious nature.
Good teeth are almost priceless posses
sions. But a tooth that has a pus pocket
at the root and Is emptying a steady
stream of disease germs into the system
Is not much less vicious than a chronically
Inflamed appendix.
Rac# Horse Eccentricities.
A racing friend has been telling m#
some interesting facts about the friend
ships of horses. The derby winner.
Spearmint, refused to be boxed without
a black cat, and at Cheltenham my
friend saw the notable hurdler. Ver
mouth, walking up to the course in
the company of a very ordinary look
ing goat.
Vermouth is very nervous and ex
citable, and the goat always travel#
by train or road with him. He only
cost a few shillings, and has been &
ssplendid mascot, for Vermouth has re
cently won two $5,000 handicaps, where
as, before the goat’s purchase, he was
a notable failure.
The handicap winner, Chill II, was
sent last summer to South America
with Craganour. Resenting the com
pany of such a terrible “Jonah,” Chill
became Incorrigible and refused to eat.
A lamb was Introduced Into his box
as a regular companion, and the hors#
at once mended his ways and becam#
tractable—quite lamblike. In fact.
Honor to the Great Silent.
From the New lork Mall.
A statue of William the Silent Is to
be erected on Riverside drive by tha
descendants in this country of th#
Dutch settlers of New Amsterdam.
This valiant and enlightened Dutch
man, who laid the foundation for th#
Dutch republic and the Independent
kingdom which followed It, is well
worthy of a statue In New Amsterdam.
He was not merely the father ot
modern Holland—he was the father, on
I the continent of the doctrines of tolera
I tlon and of intellectual and religlou#
j liberty for which Holland has stood
for centuries. England, France, all Eu
rope. and In a high degree America,
profited by William's devotion to the
i cause of liberty and nationality.
All this, as we have said, richly en
; titles William the Silent to a statue
i here. And then again, he was a silent
| man. His effigy will stand near the
tomb of Grant. On this clamorou#
Island, we dc well to honor the silent
great.
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WHY TEACHERS AGE EARLY
Fearful and Wonderful Excuses Given
for Occasional Nonattendance of
Their Pupils.
While the law of the land compels
children to attend school up to a cer
tain age. there 1b no law that makea
It obligatory for them to be present
at every session. They may bo “ex
cused" on the written request of par
tata, and we herewith present some of
theae reasonable excuses:
"Dlar Miss Blank: Sadie had a
tans in her left hart and could not
tome yesterday If It goes to cutln'
ip today, pleBe let her went home and
oblidge
"Mrs. B. P. C.”
"Kind Friend: Kindly excuse James
for lateness I kneaded him after
brwUMtiN
"Dero Miss H-: Willy was not
thare yesterday becaws he had to
haws feli shoes holf-eouled. They was
so hatey his feet got wet and I was
afraid ho would get tonslllghtous. Hla
honstttnahlon alnt of the beet It
in some Hereddltary on his pa'a side
him befog puling. So excoose.’*—New
Toth Framing Post
Faint Heart
"Tm rather afraid Clara Vere da
▼are Is going Into a decline."
-Why do you think bo?"
Tn going to propose to her this
evening If I get a chance."—Judge.
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