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WHAT THE CHIMNEY BANG.
Over the chimnry tba nlxht wln.l nang;.
And chanted a mrlxljr no ono knew;
And the woman atoied, and Iht tuibrfilie tow4.
And tnoiitftit t the onn lie ha. I Inng iiince liwst.
And nald aa Lrr tar drops liaelc nho forced,
I hate the wind In the i-hiuini-y.'
Ort-r the chlinucy the night wind sanjf, . i
And ehant-d a melody no one knrtv;
Ami the chiMrt-u Raid, an ihry closer drew,
TU aotiie witch Hint la tlcaviuff tho black ulght
through,
Tla a Talry trumpet that Junt then hlew.
And we fear the wind In the chimney."
Orer tlx) chimney the night wln.l uniig.
Ami chant-d a melody no one knew; t
And the man, ah he mat on hi li.nrtli l-lo.'
Hald to hiniwlf, -l will aun-ly tui.,w.
And ful in dear and wageH lw, r
And I II atop the leak in the chimney."
Over the chimney the night wind Kan;;,
Anil chanted a im-lody no one knew;
Kilt the poet luttrned ami iimiled, for he
Wan mail, and woman, and child, all three.
And said, It is Uod'a own harmony.
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l mm wind we hear in the chimney.
Uret Harte.
HERO OF A BOWSPRIT.
On April 12, 1377, one of the most ter
rific fctorms tliut ever visited the North
Curoliim coant lcun and lasted for three
tluys, culminating on the loth off Cape
IVnr. It wan fcarf:!Iy destructive to life
nnd property, wrecking many BhipH with
their crews ;u;d cargoes, and burying
thein licncath the waves. One Inrye throe
masted vessel !roke up, nnd parts of her
drifted into Si.ii! li ville hay, a prize for
the wrecker, which not only illustrated
the force of the storm, hut was u curiosity
In the tt re n tli of its structure.
"All lier tjoIt.H," Kaid one who examined
pieces of the wreck, "'tire brass, four, fcix
and even ciglit feet Ions; the knees nro
fcolid iron, and the oui.-,i,!e planking bix
Inches through, nnd of stout pine."
There were MvoSmithvillc pilot boats
the Mary K. Sriruiit and the Uriah Tim
mons cruising oil the coast at the time
the storm commenced, and linding it im
possible to make a harltor they were com
pclle! to stand olT oi:d try to weather it
out. Tho Mary K. Sprunt had u crew of
five men, viz.: (Christopher Pinner,
Kohcrt Walker, Charles Haulier, Jr.,
Thomas Grissotn nnd Iivrence Cille.-'pie,
the cook. They were brave and skillful
men, bnt nfter a desperate struggle, in
which all that the most skillful seaman
ship could accomplish had been exhausted,
she went down with all on board.
On the 21 h the body of Tom (Jrissom
was found by t lie pilot boat II. Wester
mann floating at sea, about nine miles
out, nnd the pilots also found the Mary
K. Sprunt lying on the bottom, i;i eleven
and a half fathoms, her white sails, torn
into ribbons, shining up through the blue
depths nnd undulating with the motion of
the restless sea.
The Uriah Timmons had a crew of four
men C. C. Morse, Julius Weeks, Joseph
Thompson, Jr., and Joseph Arnold and
of these Arnold was tho youngest, hardly
20 years of age. Every precaution was
taken upon the approach of the storm,
and, with only enough canvas to steer by,
she faced it. All day and night of the 12th
ehe leaped and rolled and dived like a
cork ou the waves, while the storm in
creased in fury every hour. Day dimly
dawned on the loth over a howling waste
of waters, whose billows heaved her sky
ward, leaving great chasms, down whose
sides she rushed headlong ns if to certain
destruction. A pray mist shrouded sky
and sea, nnd the storm liend shrieked with
that unearthly voice which, once heard, is
never forgotten. Cowering before tho
blast, licked from stem to stem by the
tongue of the hungry sea, groaning and
sobbing as she straineu up the watery
heights or slid down the bussing gulfs, the
.little ship drove on. Although carrying
bnt thirteen yards of canvas, the jaw of
the boom was eating into the foremast
like n famished animal. With the ad
vancing day the fury of tho gale increased.
It seemed as if the epirit of an angry god
walked the waters and lashed the ele
ments in his wrath. A mountainous
wave, leading the host of billows, would
rnsh toward tho little vessel, nnd, top
pling as if to fall upon and cnisli hc-r,
would lower its crest, and, gliding beneath
Jier trembling timbers, lift her almost
clear in air nnd toss her, toy like, to an
other liuga billow, while the multitudi
pons ocean roared with race.
The crew of the Timmons, brave antl
hard y mariners as they were, nnd ftccu--tomed-to
storms on the broad water from
childhood, stood Appalled at the surpass
ing terrors of this utvfnl scene. Lashed
In the cockpit, with vise like grip upon
the wheel nnd drenched t. the skin, sat
Julius Weeks, who had been there thir
teen hours. At lust, toward afternoon,
to the utter dismay of all on board, the
Jib halyard parted, and, Hying down the
stay, the jib hung, bag like, below the
bowsprit, r.:id instantly the sen, like a
ravenous le;t, fell ui.ii it and held it
llown as if devouring it. The brave boat
etrttfsleil hard to lift her bow, thus
weigh led, from the waves, and with a
ni'ghty clTori. succeeded. Atrain the sea
seized "and held i ha l.tilying jib.and acrain
the gallant boat, struggled, aisid it clear,
but with weakening (ower. The pi lota
now realized that, unless immediately re
leased from this nnr nnd frightful dan
ger, the Timmor.s could not hold her head
up, bnt must founder after a few more
struirgles; but, feeling assured that nn
attempt to reach the jib stay would result
In certain death, ns no maa conld ever
remain on the bowsprit even if he could
yeach it, they were stricken with despair.
4We are lost," exclaimed one; '-unless
we can cut that jibst.iy we are certainly
pone. A man LH't live there, but it is
pur only hope"
Who should do the desperaW - deed1
They hurriedly agreed to decide the mat
ter by lot, and were about to proceed to
do so, when Joe Arnold, who was now at
the wheel, shouted.
Hold on, men! You are all piarried
and have families: I am a single man: let
tne try it, and if I go overboad it will be
all richt;" nnd, surrendering the wheel
the brave boy drew his sheath knife, and
putting it between his teeth started for
ward. It was impossible to keep his footing,
and so he crawled cautiously along the
deck (there is no railing to a pilot boat),
holding on as best he could, J lis com
panions watched him with the tracer ue3
of men whose only hope of life hung on
tils steadiness of nerve and physical
strength. If he reached the bowsprit In
safety, the sea would certainly beat him
off, for every time the little craft plMuged
the waves seemed to leap up to mel. her,
J"or the first time since childhood fervent
prayers rose to the lips of some of thosa
rneo who had "followed the sea" all their
days without thinking of him whose
presence they now realized as they had
never realized it before, and tears flowed
freely down their bronzed faces.
Joe reached the foremast, and just then
the Timmons rolled nearly on her beam
r He threw htxxm around the mast
pleec3 occasionally, I shall Tceep my hand
In,' ns icople say, and not lose anything,
If I don't gain much."
"Of course," answered Helen.
"Hut," jjertdstcd Hessie, "ten minutes
is not any time at all. You ought to
practice un hour at the very least, ami I
can pee you are too busy to do that."
"Ten minutes is tatter than nothing,"
crgued Mollie. "And you can do a good
deal in even that limn if you give your
mind to it, nnd really work and don't
fuss. And another thing I just detest
those scales, and I think it's kind of weak
minded to hate n thing you have to do
every day of your life, and so I'm going
to try and like them, l'erhnps by the end
ol the year I shall uite enjoy them. Who
knows:'"
Iiessie looked at her with admiring eyes.
She often opposed her for the sake of get
ting her into an argument, for she liked
to hear Mollie talk. "Do yoa know what
my brother Hurry said about you the
other day? He called you u real little
enthusiast.' "
Moliie looked slightly puzzled. "I
don't know whether to take that as a com
pliment or not," she sajd. "He might
have thought I made too much fuss over
little things."
The gills laughed. "I should call it a
decided compliment," said Helen, "and I
should be churmtd if any ono suid it
ataut mo."
"Don't be alarmed, they never will,"
said I Jessie.
Helen sighed. "I know it," ftlio
answered, in a mock melancholy tone.
"No one appreciates me. Nobody under
stands me. hen I leave this dreary
world I shall have the inscription ou lay
tombstone:
'She hath done what hbo could
And oeen iri-aim!erstood."
When tho small breeze excited by Hel
en s nonsense had subsided, Hcssio m
fiuired, with provoking coolness, "Mollie,
what would you do if you should go out
camping as you did last summer, where
you cannot by any possibility have a
piano:'"
1 Lis was a question, awl for a minute
nn omnioiis silence ensued. Then Mollio
sri:l, with cheerful vagueness: "Oh, I
shall llud some way, I am sure."
"Might practice on an old tin pan," put
in 1 Jessie, sarcastically.
'Yes," said Mollie, gravely. "That's a
good idea, and I'll remember it. Or I
might take some paper and mark oil a
keyboard of nn octave or two and paste it
ou a plank. I could play beautifully on
that, and il would at least keep my lingers
limber."
"lira vol" cried Amy. "Mollie, you're
a genius."
-sm she is, and I shonld lovo to enjoy
her edifying company longer, but I sup
pose I must goto my old painting lesson,"
sighed Helen.
"Old painting lesson," echoed Mollie,
"I thought you liked it."
"So I should, if I could paint flowers
and people and things, but as for sitting
and looking at an old vase for two hours,
gazing along a pencil to get the propor
tions, I think it's stupid," growled Helen.
"I know I could paint ten times better if
I did the things that I liked."
"When you converse upon topic.? be
yond your comprehension, Miss Starr,
you do not create an impression of your
knowledge, but only expose your pro
found ignorance," prosed Mollie, in a
grandiose manner.
"Well, I shan't 6tay here to be laughed
at," said Helen. "It's timo I was there,
this very minute" glancing at the clock.
"Good by, Mollie." And giving her a
hasty kiss she took Bessie's arm, and
the three girls hurried from the room.
During the months that followed Mollie
had abundant opportunity to test the
strength of her resolution. At first the
sense of novelty and the enthusiasm that
alwuys accompanies a new idea made her
self imposed task an easy one, but gradu
ally this died away, nnd many times was
the music neglected until almost bed
time, when she reluctantly left the pleas
ant game or fascinating book to do what,
with a little forethought, might -have been
an agreeable duty. Mamma had been
told of the plan, and had laughed at
the formally worded "Kesolve," but
heartily approved of it, nnd now, though
she sometimes wondered at her daugh
ter's forget fulness, she held her pence,
remembering that it was Mollie's affair,
and knowing that, if the girl did once
really neglect it, her wounded pride and
the sense of failure would be a sufficient
punishment. And by and by Mollie dis
covered the value of a little system, and
then she might have been seen every
morning, directly after breakfast, practic
ing with an energy nnd determination that
went far toward conquering the-difficulties
c f the complicated exercises.
At last the time arrived for Mollie's
summer liitting, and one pleasant tiay m
June the four girls were gathered to
pe: her in her little sanctum for a "good-
by
talk."
' On, dear!" sighed nelen. "It does
not seem any time since winter, end now
it's summer again, and I 6hnll miss you
e dreadfully."
"Ditto," answered Mollie, brightly.
'Cut perhaps it won't seem any time tiil
nutumu, nnd then I shall le back, you
know. And you will not miss me long,
fv in another month you will be revel
ling iu t! o treasures of Martha's Yiue
yard." "I know it," groaned Helen. "But n
whole month i:i this dreadful city, with
the thermometer over eighty, and every
soul away, and nothing to do oh!"
"Come, Helen," cried Amy, "don't
look so doleful, or you'll give us all the
l ives. You've made even Mollie look
sober."
Mollie contradicted this statement by a
beaming smile that was reflected in the
faces of the others. Even Helen looked
more cheerfnL "You are the most com
fortable girl," she said. "I don't believe
you ever were homesick in your life."
"Wasn't,'' said Mollie. promptly. . "I
have tried hard enough."
The girls broke into a chorus of laugh
ter. -Tried to be homesick! What do
you me.ii:?"'
"Just what I said," answered Mollie.
stoutly. "You know last summer mamma
went to Europe, t"Dd left me with Aunt
Linda Well, everybody kept saying:
'Poor little girl, how you must miss your
mother! Aren't you dreadfully home
sick!' until I began to feel really troubled
because I wasn't. And one night I tried
Jo cry myself to sleep thinking about it.
But 'twas no use. I pever did cry easy, j
nnd I thought I was the most heurtlef-a
creature alive.' So I wrote to mamma ;
that everybody seemed to expect me to be
"homesick, but I wasn't, nnd I hoped she ;
wotQd not feel hurt, tor I tried real hard, '
but I was having such a good time that I '
couldn't."' '
"Well," said Bessie, laughing, 'that's
an origins! idea. But, to change the sub
ject, are your th;ng3 all packed?"
"All except my ribbons and laces, and
those go in tho top tray, you know?"
And the musicr" asked Bessie, mis
chievously. - ' .
Safe In a corner of my tmri," wa
"Waiting to be
reach Elsie's t-
morrow afternoon."
"Oh, Helen," exclaimed Amy, "do tell
us about Daisy liliss' party. I have not
heard a word, and lam just longing to
know."
Consequently Helen launched into ore
of those length v und comprehensive de
scriptions so delightful to girlish hearts.
And as she felt quite in her native elc
ment, and no Interesting detail had es
caped her observant eyes, it bid fair to
rival "tho story without an end," and
was only concluded by the ringing of the
tea bell, which was followed by u general
leave taking, when, after repeated kisses
and caresses and many earnest entreaties
to "write real often and tell us every
thing," tho girls departed.
It is needless to relate the varied pleas
ures of tho next three months; sufiice it
that Mollie considered it the loveliest
summer she had ever spent, and the few
minutes' practice had become such a mat
ter of course that she felt no temptation
to neglect it.
The months glided rapidly by, and, al
most before she knew it, Mollie found
herself on the threshold of another year,
She was playing over some of her old
pieces, with a happy sense of her recov
ered power, when Bessie Arlington ap
peared, followed by Amy and Helen
"We're the visiting committee," she
explained. "Come to inquire into tho
state of your accomplishments. I sup
pose you've not forgotten that your year
is up?"
"No," said Mollie, laughing. "But I
shall commence another one to-morrow."
"CSood!" cried Amy. "That's what I
call perseverance."
"Hush!" cried Bessie. "I'm the chair
woman. Come, girls, let's proceed to
business. Mollie, you never know what
things are worth until they are tested, and
so we are going to tost you."
"Have pity on me!"' pleaded Mollie, in
mock despair. "Is it to be by the ordeal
of lire, or thumbscrews, or what:'"
"No," said Bessie,, gravely. "Wo are
not quite educated up to that yet. But I
want to see if your practicing this prist
year has if mounted to anything, and so I
lnve brought over this sonata for you to
play as a kind of examination, you know."
And Bessie seated herself in an easy
chair, with what was intended for a look
of judicial severity.
"But I've never seep it before," fal
tered Mollie. "And I know I can't play
it nicely if I feel you are all watching
me."
"'Tisn't very hard," whispered Amy,
encouragingly.
"I think it's awful," sighed Helen. "I
tried it this morning, uiy.1 I couldn't get
through six measures."
Mollie settled herself on the piano stool,
turned up the cornel s of the leaves and
begrm to play at first slowly and with
hesitation, and then with increasing clear
ness and strength, nnd, as she became
more interested, with a nicety of touch
and an intelligence of expression that re
vealed the benefit of the past year's care
ful practice. As she struck the last chord
she faced her small audience with an air
of pardonable pride, and asked triumph
antly: "Well, Bessie, what do you think
of ten minutes a day now?"
Bessie's look of severity vanished, nnd
she sprang from her chair and gave her
friend a most undignified hug. "You've
done beautifully," she cried. "I knew
you would all the time. But it's in me
to be perverse, nnd I thought it might in
spire you to have an unbelieving creature
like me around. I did it for your good,
my dear," she added sagely.
That night, when Mollie retired to her
room, sne noticed on her bureau two small
drawings that bore the marks of Helen's
pencil. One was the picture of a little
girl perched on a high piano stool and
practicing, with marvelously long fingers,
and an expression that was evidently in
tended for fierce uetermination. This
rather weak looking portrait was entitled
"Past Perseverance." The other was the
figure of a tall and striking young lady in
a much taribboned and bellowered gown,
standing by a piano, in the act of making
a profound courtesy to nn unseen audi
ence, while bouquets of enormous propor
tions were falling at her feet. This truly
extraordinary work of art was labeled
"Future Fame." Mollie had hardly ex
amined them when she caught eight of a
paper fastened to a pin cushion and bear
ing these words, in Amy's delicate hand
writing, but sigued with Bessie s name:
Ye lads and lassies musical.
Come, listen while ye may ;
Ths only way to learn to play
Is to practice every day.
This is Miss MfSliio Winthrop,
Who practiced faithfully.
And now she's the fjreat'st prodigy
The world did ever see.
And if you would be like her,
You must with patience play.
Your scales aud exercises
Ten uiiuutes very day.
Mollie laughed merrily over these char
acteristic verses, and then she said,
thoughtfully, "Yes, it's really been a
success, and it's such a very little thins
to do. Oil, I wish every girl would try it!
I'm sure they would if they only knew
how well it's paid." Christian Union.
A Novelist's Wasted Youth.
Opie Hied, editor of The Arkans.aw
Traveler nnd author of the forthcoming
novel, "Len Gausett," tells me an inter
esting story about Thomas Nelson Page,
wlso was made famous by the charming
little story, "Mch lady," published two
or three years ago in The Century. Page
was a poor boy struggling against his very
nature to learn to be a lawyer iu a Vir
ginia town. He had the itch to write,
and he did write this story, "Meh Lady."
Some of his friends said that it was well
told, and he thought so himself, so he sent
it to the Scribners, who were then pul
lishing The Century. He never heard
from them and could not fetch an answer
to any of the letters he wrote about the
matter. Supposing they ha4 thrown his
manuscript away, and knowing the story
was as good as any he could write, he
cave up the idea of writing and pushed
on in the law ns best he could, making a
very scant living. Twelve years after
that he was surprised to receive a check
from The Century for the story, which
was then printed. Twelve years that
struggling young man's fame lay tucked
away in the dust of a pigeon hole, and
he, unconscious that it was there, felt sat
isfied that he was a failure as a writer.
Twelve years, the best years of his life,
he wiiggled along, making a sort of living
In a profession for which he had not a
genius, while he might have been writing
beautiful stories for the pleasure and
profit of tho reading world. Chicago
Times.
!iew Maslcal Instrument.
A new musical instrument, the Clavi
harp, the invention pf M. Dielz, pf Brus
sels, has passed a successful private trial.
It haa a keyboard liko a piauo, but the
mechanism plucks the strings like a harp
instead of striking them. Anj pianist
can play it. New York aiu
Mollie's ready answer,
taken out the minute I
IN A BIG STOCK YARD.
WHERE THERE IS LOTS OF FUN
AS WELL AS BUSINESS.
Playlug the 'Wild Steer Joke A Lesson
In Yelling Transferrins fetoek froi.i One
Fen to Another Hospital for Inj ued
Cattle.
There's lota of fun as well as business ulout
a stock yard. The old liands, tho buyers and
commission men, and aluo the stockmen who
come often enough to loam tho rojx, enjoy
nothing better than a joke on a green visitor,
one with kid gloves and lioots with a patcit
leather shine preferred, but the verdant, wi;a
flannel shirt and collar and his pantuloon i i i
his boot tops, if he le the only object at hand.
The jokes take various forms, often there nra
new ones, but there is a standard joke, tho
use of which is always indorsed. The victim
is walking down one of the large possn
ways through which tho cattlo are driven
from pen to pen, or to the scale house, look
lug from sido to side to see which way he
will turn or through which gateway ha will
pass to come out where he wants to. Sud
denly there is a loud cry:
"Clear the way ! Hero comes a wild steer 1"
Funnyf Yes, very, for the spectators. The
cry has been given by some one who is "on,"
away at tho other end of the passage, and is
taken up by tho crowd scattered along the
alley. They all know what it is, and though
tho groenio may be a friend or customer, they
as readily join in the cry and sport. Tho
poor victim does not know what it is. Ho
has proliabljr seen, or may lie experienced,
what it is to bo tossed by a wiM f . '
soon as ho heal s tao uicaci ciy u..i.a to
make way, and makes it very rapidly. lie
plunges ahead by as long strides as possible,
and he is lucky if he does not go head first
into tho mud. w
Tho most interesting thing about a stock
yard is the yell. Tho rich buyer or commis
sion man, 3 well as the salaried agent or
speculator, knows it or rather them, for tho
yell is as numerous almost as tho people, in
tho yards. Tho farmer and small stock
grower knows the "whoopee" or "whon-oa-oa-oaer"
and "sukie" used on tho range or
farm yard, but when it comes to tho combi
nations of letters nnd sounds used here thc7
are a3 much at sea as one of the gentlemen
using them would be in attempting to con
vey an intelligent idea of them on paper.
Tho most familiar sound to the countryman
is a long ono something like this:
"Wha-whoap-oa-oa-onp-Avoap'eroI" and re
pented ns rapidly as possible, wit'i occasional
variations as they suggest themselves.
This is not an exact reproduction, but it i:?
something near it, and if the student pa
tiently twists his vocal organs until he finds
the right contortion ho may produce the
sound. If he anticipates going into tho busi
ness, the "may" will bo changed to "must,"
for this driving sound seems to he the begin
ning point of all tho ono taught in the pri
mary department. A yell following it seems
easier, but it is not. It runs:
"IIi-i-i-3-i-kicyiea-yea-en-ea-hi-yi-3-i-yi-yi !"
and carried out without limit, until its ob
ject is accomplished.
This yell may bo made very musical, end
then it becomes something more than a yell.
Those who are perfect iu it run the scale up
and down, centerwise and every other wise,
and a professor of music could better then
express it in notes than osiy one else could
present it in letters.
There's another sound which sounds like
an auctioneer repeating "going goingong" ko
rapidly that it soon becomes a sound with
something like a "g" as the first letter and he
winds up with an abrupt "gone to John
Smith," who has almost forgotten that ho
had bid.
Another musical spur to the livo stock's
movements is built on the plan of Joe Ein
mctt's warble, which everybody who thinks
he's an Emmett tries to imitate. This is be
coming slightly popular, but its commercial
value in its effect on the cattlo Las not yet
bc-c-n definitely determined. These, with
aany more yells, are all told in tho sales peiis
and scale yards. In the unloading and shin-
ping yards another stylo prevails, something
not so sharp. Variety is the role there, too,
but as in the first easo there is a common
approved yell which may be attempted after
a few lessons. To piodueo it tho lips must
be fixed just so. Then comes:
"Jjrr-rr-r-r-haw-haw-ho-ba-ha-hal"
In producing tho last part of this sound the
student will profit and progress more rapidly
in this work if ho carefully studies tho pecu
liarities of the heavy villain's stage laugh in
n second class variety show. Ho will soon
discover tho peculiarities which be may use,
an J will then have littlo difficulty in sand
wiching it properly between some other
sounds. The last lessons must be taken with
the aid of an eight foot pole, weighing about
twenty pounds, with which the student will
prod a bag of sand, if nothing more con
venient answers, giving more emphasis with
each prod. After a couple of dozen prods the
voice will have toned down until tho last
sound is like the ending of the despairing cry
of an emotional actress.
So far as tho Stock Yards company is con
cerned, it takes a few risks in its responsibili
ties. It stand? good for the stock from tho
time they leave the car until they are loaded
in again or are driven away by the buyer,
speculator or butcher, As soon as the stock
is loaded into the pen the gato is closed and
locked and the ien watched. The market is
open from 8 to 2 o'clock, during which timo
the gates opening into the passage wav.i cro
unlocked. I'ro-.r.ptly at 2 o'el:nk th-j gates
are nil again locked, ana to get anything ou'i
of a pen it would be necessary to lift it over,
a rather difficult matter. Under tins ar
rangement 6ucha thing as transferring stock
from one pea to another, taking out a choice
animal and substituting an inferior one, is
impossible. The stock is counted into the
pen, then into the scale house, and then out
again, and that reshipped counted again into
the cars. Every car and every bunch is b pt
separate,
But few cattle or other animals arc injured
in the yards, but for the benefit of those fall
ing victims to overcrowding or rough trav
eling, hospitals are provided in each division,
To these aU injured animals, are taken,
though first sold to speculators. In the hos
pitals the animals are given dry, sheltered
places to sleep, aud good food to eat, and
water to drink. They become the care of
the speculators then, and tho profits of the
latter depend upon their skill as veterinari
ans. An animal with a broken kg ia ne-e'i'
taken to the hospital; there, must bo sorr.u
show' for its getting on' its. feet, and if it don't
do this in a week or ten days the job is given
up as a bad one and the animal shot. A
broken rib is the ordinary injury, if tho ani
mal is not so bruised and cramped that it can
stand on its feet. If it can't res$ with jti
forefeet under it and hold up its head", in
which position cattle' rest better, it is "re
garded as in a bad fix, and its head is tlfl
froni either side so that it enn'i jail down,
la exceptional case a pillow of bay U pro
vided, a' sure sign that the animal has been
purchased for a" song, and, if saved, will pa y
a big profit. G lobe-Democrat.
Vi.i: MAY
Gault's Jewelry Store,
a ri'i.1,
Jewelry, "Watches,
Clocks, Silverware,
Jr.
, CV.rmn hnc!, an c.xpoi iem- d
Iic).iir 1 JcjiartiiM-Mit. All rrjunrs
WILL RBC3EIVE PROMPT ATTENTIO ZST
Ami LN'itl.-factioii ( i uaivnU't'tl.
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HOUSEHOLD GOODS.
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PARLOR FlUNITUR'
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Lowast Pr'.cos in tho City.
Corvincod..
SIXTH STllEET, HET. MAIN AND -VINE. PEATTSMOUTII, NEH.
Eureka
Meat
T
J. THOMAB,
WIIOI.llSAI.i; AND
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Pork, Mutton, Veal nnd Poultry.
I invite all to gro 2ao a trial.
Suynr Cured Merits. Hams, Bacon, Lnr.I.
at lowest living prices. Do not
Ts enjoying a
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f hp r fltTomnnth Mprsm
EDITIONS.
Will be one tlnn'ng which the subjects of
national interest aud importance will be
strongly agitated' and the election of a
President will take place, 'ihe people of
Cass County who would like to learn of
Political, Commercial
and Social Transactions
of this year aud would keep apace
the times should
3UBSCR1BS
-FOR
Daily
or Weekly Herald.
Now while we have the subject before the
people wo will venture to epcak ot our
xr-ri fi ivy . t
Which is lirst-class in
from which our job
out much satisfactory
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