3latt5moulIi Journal
rLAlTsilOL"i!L.
DON'T.
Don't uae an Inch ru to measure your life:
The horizon, the peeks In the sky.
Are always at hand let your living be planned
To a scale which such objects supply.
Don't wear yourself out In an Ipnoble strife;
There are otjects worth while to achieve.
Atd they lie within reach of the humblest and
teach
A frospel the world will receive.
Don't paze at a copper with look so intense
Its Impress is stamped on your mind:
Twas a miser was led by a penny who said:
Look out for each cent that you find.
Take care of the dollars, you'll have enough
cents
To keep yon from poverty's door:
Ecjoy what you're pot without castlnc your lot
With spendthrifts or nigrards galore.
Don't pet in a rut take a main-traveled road
Worn smooth by the many who pass:
If you travel in "trucks" you will follow the
hacks
That oupht to be turced out to grass.
It matters but little what Bort of a load
You carry or whither it (roes:
11 you journey aripht the burden is lipht
And you are ready for friends or for foes.
William S. Lord, in Chicago Record.
TWO GOOD TURNS.
BY WALTER L. SAWTER.
R. BALCO M
rose early that
morning, and
he hurried off
to the city as
Boon as he had
twallotred
some breakfast
That was not
his way. and
Mrs. B a J c o m
wondered; but.
Ik. I
being- a pood
wife, she asked
no questions. Before she had fully ac
commodated herself to the novel event,
the man-of-ail-work pave her another
surprise, presenting a telegram which
set forth that his sister was ill and
needed him. Of course Mrs. Balcom
let him go. It did not occur to her
that the double departure left her and
the children unprotected, and if it had
the would have smiled at the idea of
cancer. She did not know that there
was a burfrlar in town.
.Mr. Kalcom d.d know. As he came
tip from the train the evening1 before,
his neighbor Jones had stopped him to
whisper that the Ilartshorne house had
been entered and judiciously ransacked.
The Ilartshornes were in Europe. The
care-taker had been sojourning in that
other foreign land, a drunkard's para
dise, but as soon as he came out of it
he discovered the robbery and hastened
to ask Jones' advice. Jones, who had
a nervous mother-in-law. suggested
that the matter l-e kept as quiet as pos
Biole; and ha wanted to know if Mr.
Balcom
"You did just right," Mr. Balcom in
terrupted, when the story had gone thus
far. "These country constables would
frighten every woman into hysterics.
but they wouldn't catch a burglar once
in a thousand times. Professional, is
he?"
So I fcptwse. Re seems to have
gone into the house and throu
thoucrh he Knew his business."
rh it as
"I'll back my burglar-alarm aga.nst
him!" Mr. Balcom chuckled, confident
ly.
"How about Ben Ezra?" the neigh
bor cskeJ.
"No fear of him. You see, my stable
is as well protected as my house ' Mr.
liaicom explained. "I act is, Id soon
er lose half there is in the house than
that horse. Little off his feed, the poor
fellow is. I hul a veterinary out yes
terday to look at him. and I can't drive
him for a week. I guess I "
"1 surnose we oasrht to do some
thing." Mr. Jones ventured to hint.
He knew that if allowed to go on Mr.
liaicom would talk about his horse un
til the bursrlar and the listener died
a natural death.
"Oh, of course we must trip the fel
low before he goes any further. Tell
you what: 1 know a private detective
who was on the Boston force for years
k eg enough to get acquainted with
very rascal in the country. I'll bring
Jam home with me to-morrow to look
over the pround. It would be tetter to
pay him a hundred than have the thing
gel out and bedevil the women."
"Yes, indeed!" said Mr. Jones, fer
vently.
So it was decided. And after the
neighbors had exchanged the usual re
mark's on the dryness of the sason and
the need of rain, Mr. Balcom ftauntered
homeward, calm in that contentment
which a managing man has a right to
feel. Lie kissed his wife and children
and then he went out and caressed his
horss. With the burglar's accomplish
ments in mind he looked carefully to
the lo-.-ks and the alarms. They were
perfect and in order. He went to bed
in p.tce.
That nignt, however, he had a horrid
dr:am. It seemed that Ben Ezra was
stolen; that he had expended his for
tune in seeking the horse; that f nally,
when he had sunk to a leggar outcast,
he found the wreck of Ben Ezra haul
ing a garbage cart! The dream so
wrought upon Mr. Balcom that he
awoke in a cold perspiration. He
rushed to the stable and proved it only
a dream. But it might be a warning:
That superstitious fancy lingered with
tim ugh the hours of dusk and
daw I the early glate pf an August
euu -ot dispel it It hurried him
to t" rty. as has been told.
Looking at it in the light of his new
knowledge, Mr. Balcom could see
many reasons why Maple Park should
attract a burglar, lis isolated and un
guarded location is one; the smallness
and sleepiness of the town that it
fringes is another Seekonket has
only two constables and one hand fire
engine though to be sure, it has four
churches and the aristocratic resi
dents cut themselves otT from all these
"bies.sir.gs by building on the further
Bide of Greenleaf's hilL As Maple
Park kt : Ids aloof from Seekonket ao
TO
n i ...
Seekonket keeps away from Manle
Park; and Mr. Balcom wondered, the
longer he thought of it, that some
frowsy Napoleon did not organize his
army oi tramps ana obliterate Maple
park, sure that the deed would never
come to light until a wandering peddler
passed that way!
Mrs. Balcom was not imaginative,
and no such terrors ever oppressed her.
If she had formulated her rule of life
she might have said that unpleasant
things were best let alone, to be dis
posed of in a bunch at the day of judg
ment. She was young enough to en
joy her money, and old enough to ap-
preciEte her health; and since her
daughters had not reached a marriage
able t-ge, neither her health nor her
money seemed in danger. Of course
she should have been, as she was, a
happy woman. She spent her day as
the truly happy must in small activi
ties that amuse one and make one feel
useful but not fatigued. So accustomed
was she to a routine of quiet, that
when the cook appeared excitedly be
fore her she was slow to realize that
this particular day might prove an ex
ception. "The stable's afire. Miss Balcom!"
the cook proclaimed.
"Is it?" the mistress absently an
swered. "Tell Henry to put it out.
please. Oh! I remember; I allowed
Henry to visit his sister." She closed
her writing desk and stood consider
ing. "Can't you throw some water on
V she asked, presently.
"It's the root I s'pose it caught
with a spark from one o' them pesky
ingines bein's 's everything's dry as
tinder. Ain't nothin to git scairt
about, 'cause the wind's awa from the
house, what little the' is. But the hoss
is in the stable, you recollec'."
"Oh, my!" Moved beyond her wont.
Mrs. Balcom swept electrically through
the kitchen and out of the back door.
"Oh, my!" she repeated as she came in
sight of the blaze, "Ben Ezra will be
burned, won't he? What will Mr. Bal
com say? What can we do?"
"D' know," was the depressing an
swer. I 6ent Jane to the corner a ter
the firemen; but the land knoivs how
long it will take to git 'em here."
"Ben Ezra must come out!" Mrs. Bal
com asserted; but there was an accent
of despair in the words, determined as
the sentiment was.
"Can't break that door down! n' that
air paytent lock on Mr. Balcom's got
the key with him."
Mrs. Ikricom stared straight before
her like one fascinated into helpless
ness. 1 he servant s conscience would
not let her rest until she had kicked
the door and thrown herself against it.
It did not even tremble She mopped
her flushed face with her apron and.
shaking her head mournfully, drew
back ueyond the heat of the flames
that were laying bare the rafters.
"Ben Ezra must come out:'' Mrs. Bal
com said again. The horse's agonized
whinny had broken the spell that was
upon her. tier eyes niiea at me souna.
and she ran forward aimlessly and
glanced desperately about her.
"Man! You man!" she cried, all at
once, "Come here and get our horse!"
Though the stranger had seemed to
spring from the ground, he showed no
alacrity about coming further. lie
took time to survey the landscape be
fore he climbed the fence. He looked
past the women, not at them, as though
he feared a possible somewhat behind.
And when he had advanced to where
they stood, though he abruptly took
the manner of haste and impatience,
his shiny e3-es still seemed to cover
every point of the horizon.
"Now, then," he demanded, "where" s
your ax?"
"In the stable, I suppose," was Mrs.
Balcom's dejected reply.
"N it's a paytent lock!" the cook
chimed in, tragically.
"Iley?" The stranger started and
stored at them suspiciously, but the
wretchedness in their faces appeared to
reassure him. He turned again to
scan the hill road. Then he ran up to
the door.
"Huh! That thine! the women
heard him say, contemptuously.
Through the waveless atmosphere of
the August noon the smoke floated
lazily off and left the vision unob
scured, and the spiteful snap of Came
"WHERE 6 TOl'E AX?"
overruled every other noise. The
women looked and listened with an in
tentness that would have been painful
had it long endured. From the bag1 he
carried the stranger took a glittering
something which he applied to the
lock. Instantaneously, almost, the
door swung open. Stripping off his
blouse, the man passed through, and
when he reappeared the horse, safely
blinded, uninjured, was with him. Mir.
Balcom fluttered after as he led the
trembling brute to a safer place.
Events had shaken her accustomed
calm. For once in her life she could
not meet the occasion with graceful
words.
"Oh. I don't know how to than It you!"
she faltered, at length. "Mr. Balcom
values Ben Ezra so! Fm sure he'll
why. here he comes! Oh, James!" she
cried, as her husband hatless, coatless
and visibly perspiring took the fence
at a lxund and dashed up to the group.
"Oh, James! If it hadn't been for this
this honest workingman, Ben Ezra
would have been burned!"
Mr. Balcom's eye was on bis favorite,
but his hand went into his pocket and
brought out a roll oi bills.
r r-V
Thank ye, boss," the stranger said.
ourly.
"2s ot enough!" Mr. Balcom found
breath to add: "Call to-morrow my
office give you as much again!" The
thought of another duty occurred to
him at the same instant, and it made
him face toward the road. "All right,
Parker!" he called. "No hurry."
"All right!" The man who had just
come into view moderated his pace.
After the first keen, comprehensive
glance in the direction of the others.
he conspicuously ignored them, and
looking at the stable delayed his ap
proach. Mr. Balcom returned to the
fondling of Ben Ezra. The horse s
rescuer had been standing at the cor
ner of the house. No one saw him slip
around it.
"Sound as a dollar, Farker!" Mr. Bal
com said a moment later. There was
a suspicion of tears in his voice, and he
blew his nose energetically before he
trusted himself to speak again.
"Thanks to this worthy man. Why,
where is he?"
Mr. Parker 6miled serenely to him
self as he bent to lift Ben Ezra's leg;
but he said nothing.
"Guess he must V been in a hurry,
the cook put in; "he went off 'n' left
his satcheL I 6'pose I better lay it
away, hadn't I, 'fore these 'ere firemen
go to trampin' round?"
She offered the stranger's bag to Mr.
Balcom, but Mr. Tarker took it from
his unresisting hand and coolly pulled
it open. Then, while the hand engine
men yelled and fell over each other pre
paratory to deluging the neighborhood.
he drew Mr. Balcom to one side and
bade him look in. "For," 6aid he.
you won't often see a neater set o
burglar's tools than this is!"
Mr. Balcom seemed less horrified than
he should have been; but it was evident
that he was puzzled. He looked from
the bag to Farker and back again, like
one who wishes but half fears to speak.
"Well," he suggested, at length, "he
isn't anxious to Jiang around Maple
Park any more, is he?" .
"I guess not'." the detective made
proud rejoinder. "He knows me
knew me's quick s I knew him!"
"Yes well you see " Mr. Balcom
buttonholed I'arker, in his turn, and
BADE HIM LOOK IS.
led him still further from the crowd.
"Of course I'm responsible I pay all
the bills." he went on, with disjointed
earnestness. "I 3-ou don t you un
derstand. I haven't an5 thing more for
you to do here? Why, hang it all, man.
he saved Ben Ezra!"
"Oh, 1 know how you feel," the de
tective answered. He spoke as though
he really did. "I like a good hoss my
self. See? There's a train back to
town in 'bout twenty minutes, ain't
the'?" Leslie's Weekly.
THE CZARINA.
She Is Most I'.evoted Wife r.nd Cnnx-
lng Woman as Well.
One likes to read how the czarina
constantly accompanies her husband in
his rides and drives. Not only does it
indicate wifely devotion, but it proves
an intrepidity too often denied as an
attribute to woman. It is said that she
thinks her presence is a defense from
nihilists. Certainly she knows that a
shot aimed at him might reach her;
that a bomb under the carriage would
not be discriminating. Yet she hopes
that her presence may prevent the
bomb-throwing, and she equally hopes
that the bullet may reach her, if so it
be that she saves his life.
But one of the pleasantest things to
read about her is the motherly devo
tion to the moral welfare of her chil
dren. In this she is an example to all
mothers. She allows no jroverness, but
employs teachers, who, coming for a
few hours a day, and those days not
consecutive, have not time to make a
lasting impression on the moral nature
of her children, as would one employed
constantly.
he is very small, and the contrast
between her figure and that of the
czar, who is almost gigantic, is very re
markable. Her oldest boy is like her
in size a fact that somewhat troubles
the Russian people, accustomed to
great size in rulers. But his mother's
training has developed in him a strong,
resolute character, conscientious and
studious and capable of standing by a
conviction. Philadelphia Times.
At the iinrraeks.
The colonel, on his tour of inspection,
unexpectedly entered the drillroom,
where he came upon a couple of sol
diers, one of whom was reading a let
ter aloud while the other was listening,
and at the same time stopping up the
ears of the reader.
"What are yon doing there'' the puz
zled ofiicer inquired of the latter.
"You colonel, I am reading to
Fitoa, who can't read himself, a lettr
from his sweetheart."
"And you. Pitou?"
"Please, colonel, I am stopping up
Boquillon's ears with both hands, be
cause 1 don't mind his. reading my
sweetheart's letter, but 7 don't want
him to know what she writes." La
Famille.
Hunter ''Well, farmer, you told
us your place was a good place for
hunting. Now we have tramped it for
three hours and found no game."
Farmer "Just so. I calculate as a
general thing, the less game there is,
the more hunting you have; so I don't
fcee what you are kicking about"
v-'V. .
PERSONAL AND LITERARY.
Maxwell Gray, the author of "The
Silence of Dean Maitland." is the com
de plume of Mary Gleed Tuttlett. She
is the daughter of a physician who lives
in Newport, on the Isle of Wight, where
she was born, and has been an invalid
nearly all her life.
When Theodore Parker visited Car
lyle in 1S43 he found the two brothers,
Thomas and John, drinking hot whisky
punch together. Carlyle praised the
young poet Tennyson to the American,
defending him from the reproach of
daintiness and shouting out: "Ovv, he
drinks his glass of grog with the rest
of us!"
Mrs. Potter Palmer, of Chicago, has
a penchant for Mexican and duchesse
laces. She probably owns one of the
finest assortments of these delicate em
broideries' in the world. Mrs. Isaao
Catlin, the wife of the general, has a
6pecial charity fad. She loves to dis
pense clothing and food to the needy
youth of Brooklyn,
George Meredith rejoices in.a profu
sion of hair which falls in artistic neg
ligee round his classically-chiseled
face, and he looks 3-ounger than his
years, which are sixty-two. Oscar
Wilde had described his style as "chaos
illumined by brilliant flashes of light
ning," aoid, save by the inner cult, no
one really cares for his books. .
Mot of the droll stories attributed
to Abraham Lincoln are supposed tob
apocryphal, but Robert Bonner makes
public a letter he received j-ears ago
from Henry Ward Beecher, in which
the Plymouth pastor says concerning &
Visit to Lincoln: "Abraham told me
tl.Tee stories, two of which I forget
tnd the other won't bear telling."
Miss Elizabeth Bullock, who died
In Salem, Mass., recently, at the age of
seventy-seven, had not left her house
for more than forty 3-ears. Miss Bul
lock was engaged to be married to a
young man of Salem. Just before the
marriage was to take place the younu
man broke the engagement and de
parted for the west, . This was more
than forty years ago. Miss Bullock
declared she would never leave her
home again alive, and kept her word.
Mr. Gladstone since his retirement
has received many hundredsof tributes
from admirers all over the United
Kingdom, and the gifts are still pour
ing in. He has received several dozen
walking canes and umbrellas. A num
ber ot admirers clubbed together and
sent him a handsome arm-chair, and
many more pretentious presents have
come to him. The tributes have been
entirely spontaneous, no suggestion of
such a thing having bt-en made in the
newspapers until their number became
notable.
Grenville S. Redmond, of San
Francisco, has just taken second rank
at the f .imous Julian academy of arts,
in Paris. Redmond, who is only twenty-two
years of age, is a deaf-mute, and
his career has already been a remark
able one. In 1S7'. he became an in
mate of the institution for the deaf,
dumb and blind at Berkeley. Cal. He
at once showed phenomenal ability as
an artL-t, and during the last three
years he has been a student at the art
.school in San Francisco, his expenses
being borne b3 the Berkeley institu
tion. HUMOROUS.
"The place was robbed last night."
"Indeed! What was taken?" "Nearly
everything. In fact, the only thing
not disturbed was the watchman."
Tit-Bits.
He (exhibiting sketch) "It's the
best thing I ever did." She (sympa
thetically) "Oh, well, you musn"t let
that discourage you." Boston Home
Journal.
Harry "Mamma, who was the in
ventor of the cotton-gin?" Mamma
(sternl-) "I don't know, my son. Nor
do I take any interest in liquor or
liquor-drinking." Pittsburgh Bulletin.
Mrs. Brown (nudging Mr. Brown,
who snores with his mouth open)
"William, you'd make less noise if
you'd keep your mouth shut." Mr.
Brown (only half awake) "So'd you."
Life.
Tom "I like your new house.
What a charming vista one gets,
through these parlors into the library."
Kitty "Yes: but my bi other says I'll
never have any luck until the portiers
are up." Life.3
Wife "My milliner was here to
day to see you, and I told her you were
on't." Husband "What did she say?"
Wife "She said that when she had
seen you you would be out still more.
N. Y. World.
Miss Fadley "Are you fond of
flowers, Mr. Slimcash?" Mr. Slirccash
"I don't know, really." Miss Fadley
"Dear me! Why riot?" Mr. Slim
cash "I haven't noticed the price of
them." Inter-Ocean.
His Occupation. Senator "Did
you nay your friend had a place in
Washington?" Politician "Yes."
Senator "By the day or job?" Poli
tician "Oh, by the job; he's a lobby
ist." Detroit Free Press.
When the Jewish proverbial philos
opher wrote: As vinecrar to the teeth
and smoke to the eyes is the sluggard
to them that send him he was by an
ticipation describing 'the American
messenger-boy. r:hicago Interior.
The Prince's Tutor "And now we
come to the Emperor Caligula. What
does your Royal Highness know of
him?" The prince is silent- Tutor
"Quite right, sir. The less said about
such a monster the better!"' To-day.
Excited Lady (on the beach)
"Why isn't something done for the ship
in distress? Why don't some of you "
Coastguard (hurriedly) "We have sent
the crew a line to come a-shore, mum."
j Excited Lady "Good gracious! Were
1 they waiting for a formal invitation?"
i Home.
I "I am going so make a great hit
j with my -next nirt!," said the gohlen
; haired authoress "and don't you for
i g-et it." "What's the plot?" "Oh, I
' don't really know, yet, but there are to
J be four chapters devoted to the suffer
! ings of the hero from apf endicitia.4
! IsdiannrciU Journal
FOR YOUNG PEOPLE
THE LILAC
Jte lilao stood close to Elizabeth's window.
All purple with bloom, while the little maid
spun;
EJer stint was a long one and she was aweary.
And mocned that she never could get it done.
But a wind set 6tirring the lilac blossoms.
And a wonderful sweetness came floating In,
And Elizabeth felt, though she could not aav
sat J it.
That a friend had come to her, to help ber
spin.
And after that she kept on at her spinning.
Gay as a bird: for the world had begun
To seem such a pleasant, good place for work
ing, That she was amazed when her stint
done.
And
the pale-browod
UtUe New England
maiden.
Outside of her lessors, had learned that day,
Tht the sweetness around us will sweetea
labor.
If we will tout let it have its way.
Mary E Wilkins. in St. Nichols
LIGHTHOUSE MAGGIE.
Little Girl Who Lives Far A war
from
Other Children.
Down in Newark bay, on the coast
of the Atlantic, lives a little girl
eleven years old whose entire life has
been spent out at sea, ner name is
Maggie Wood, and her home is the big
etone lighthouse one sees when at
Mariner's harbor, Staten Island, or
sailing down the bay.
This girl lives away from all other
1 children; her chief pastime is in
j watching the boats pass, and in hear
i ing the sounds which come across the
waves. On clear daj-s in summer,
' standing out on the stone pier of the
j lighthouse, she can hear the children
of the picnic excursions sing as they
go down the bay. In winter she wraps
j up warmly and stands as far out as the
j rough winds will allow and waves her
j apron to the sailors on the boats who
j wave a reply back. Sometimes they
j blow their steam whistles for her, and
1 sometimes, for thoy know how she
loves music, they shout sea songs or
; blow upon a flute-
j Every day Maggie's aunt and nncle,
I with whom she lives, see that she has
j her regular lessons; she has real school
j books which her uncle brings home on
! his rare visits to the city. She is not
at all an unlearned child. She draws
and paints a little, and her favorite
work is to sketch the old stone light-
house.
! As soon as school hours are over
' Maggie puts on her cloak, draws its
i little hood up over her head and hnr
' ries out to play upon the pier. She has
I 100 feet of stone platform for a play-
U'A
AT . T TTV
AGGEE AXI EEB HOME.
ground. She races around the light
house half a dozen times as fast as she
can go. Then she rolls over and over
with Towzer, her sea dog, and throws
sticks in the water for him to swim
out and get.
Towzer is a brown water spaniel,
and he has the record of saving1 just as
many lives as Maggia numbers years to
her life, so that the little sea girl has a
real hero for a companion and play
mate. Frequently Maggie's nncle takes her
out in the lifeboat and lets her fish and
play in the water. . Sometimes an ex
citing event occurs. Maggie takes a
hand in a "great rescue." A bird, sick
or wounded, will hover over the water
or fall in the waves, and then Maggie
and her undo row out where it is flut
tering, and pick up the poor little thing,
and carry it to "land" as tenderly as if
it were a human being. When the bird
pets well it is let go again; and that is
another exciting event.
One day last summer Maggie had a
Creat adventure. She had gone out on
the pier to set free a sea-gull which
had hawl a broken wing. It had been
shot at by some sportsman and left to
die on the waves. Maggie had carried
it into the lighthouse and taken care
of it until its wing was strong. Then
as the gull seemed unhappy, she had
resolved to let it go. She freed it just
as a flight of gulls swept past. In a
minute it had gone, disappearing with
the others. But only for a minute
could the bird keep on its proud course;
then it flew more slowly; gradually it
sank to the surface of the waves.
Quick as thought Maggie untied the
loat, and drawing long, sweeping
strokes, she pulled out a)I alone to the
spot where the bird lay in the water
and brought him back again to the
lighthouse. Now he has become a fam
ily pet and never flies very far away.
The hero, Towzer, is an excellent
bird dog. But he has an odd trait. If
Maggie's uncle shoots ducks or other
birda good for food Towzer swims out
and brings them in. taking care that
j they do not get away from him, and he
j is not always very gentle with tbem,
I either. But let Maggie say: "Towzer,
I there is a poor sick bird out there,
j Get him, Towzer. Caseful! careful!"
He will swim out and bring the
I wounded bird as gently to the shore
! as if he were the mother bird him
self. He draws his lips over his teeth
nntil they are soft as silk.
There are days when Maggie cannot
Eee beyond tiio lighthouse. Aid.
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long she hears only the "Toll!" -Tolir
Toll!" of the warning bell. She feels
as if she were away off on another
sphere. As she herself expressed it:
"As if an 'Arabian Nights' story had
come into my life and carried me in a
roc's egg to another planet."
In summer, when city people come
over to the lighthouse, she is very hap
py, and when she "exports company"
she helps polish the lighthouse lamp
until it shines, and even takes a hand
in scouring the stone pier into perfect
neatness. She has a store of sea grass
and curious shells and queer dried fish
for visitors, and, far from pitying her,
many of them envy Maggie such a
peaceful, romantic home. Addison
Eymar, in St. Louis Eepublic
THE BEAD PUZZLE.
So Simple In Construction Tlia Any Child
Can Make It.
Its construction is simple, the mate
rials not costly and the only tools re
quired a brad-awl and pocketknife.
Its construction is the only simpla
thing about it at least, I fancy this ia
what those not in the "know" will
say. I fear, too, I shall have a difilcul
ty in making myself quite clear over
the "puzzle" part.
Ilowever, I will do my best, though,
X doubt not, many boys would eventu
the bead rrzzxE.
I ally succeed in solving the difficulty
j without any explanation. I say, then,
; after you have made the puzzle try and
I solve it bif&re you read up the explana-
tions.
j Take a piece of hard wood, an inch
j wide and six inches long. At half am
i inch from either end make a brad-awl
j hole. In the middle cut out a small
j oval hole. Procure stwo glass beads,
i which must be too large to pass through
1 the oval hole. Take a piece of twin
about eighteen inches long, double it
at the middle and pass the loop through
the oval hole, and then pass the two
ends of the twine through the loop.
Take a bead and thread it on one of
the ends of the twine, and fasten that
end to one of the brad-awl holes. Do
the same with the other bead and end
of twine, and fasten at the opposite
brad-awl hole.
Your puzzle is now complete, and
ought to appear like the diagram. The
puzzle is to get the two beads togeth
er. This, seeing they are too large to
pass through the oval hole, is not easy.
Explanatiox. Draw down the cen
ter loop and pass the right-hand bead
through it toward the oval hole. Then
take the tiro strings passing through
the oval hole and draw them toward
you. The loop will be drawn through
the hole from the opposite side, but it
will now be a double one. Pass the
bead through to the left and let slack.
The bead will now be confined by a
single loop. Pass it through again to
the left, and there you are. To part
the beads again, reverse the order of
procedure.
If you wish to make a more compli
cated puzzle, you have only to add to
the length of the strip of wood; but, in
making the holes, remember they must
run alternately beginning with a
bradawl hole, then an oval hole, a
bradawl hole again, and so on, finish
ing with a bradawl hole.
You may form as many "loops" aa
you like, and amuse yourself by get
ting all the beads on any one particu
lar loop. Or you may astonish youx
friends by asking them how many
beads they would like placed on any
particular loop.
You retire to a secluded corner l the
room, or place your hands under the
table, and lo! the "passage" is effected.
Let your friends plainly understand
the beads will rut pass through the
oval holes. By the way, if you use a
number of beads, the twine must b
continuous, without knots, and care
fully looped into each oval hole.
Golden Davs.
h Which Go Ountimc.
The jaculator fish, which is found fn
the lakes of Java, uses its mouth as a
squirt-gun, and is a good marksman.
If a stake or pole is put in the water
with the end projecting three feet
alxjve the surface, and a beetle or fly
is placed on top of the pole, the water
will soon be swarming with finny gun
ners. Presently one comes to the sur
face, observes its prey and measures
its distance. Then it screws its mouth
into a very funny shape, discharges a
stream of water, and knocks the fly or
beetle into the water, where it is
instantly devoured by the successful
shooter, or some of its hungry com
panions. Where He Drew the Line.
The natural enmity to the tax-gath-err
is said to le especially prevalent
in a certain county of Missouri. A
well-to-do German farmer came into
the village of which he is accounted a
resident to pay his taxes. The bill waa
handed to him, itemized as follows:
State tax ? H
County tax 7. IS
School tax...... ...... ........ ........ i.S
Total " K5.C3
The German scanned it closely for
some moments, and then said stolidly:
"I pays de state tax, I pays do county
tax and I pays de sck-ol tax, but I pays
no total tax! I got no total, and I
never is had any. Dat total tax, he ia
one fraud!"
Disappointed.
Mr. Staylate You look charming toi
night.
She (yawning) Do I? I was expect
ing you to say I looked tired. Brook
lyn Life.
ti rounds for Smanh
He'd always been a man of peace.
He wouldn't harm a hare;
But wben a dude with cigarette
Elew smoke Into his face, you het
lit eiubs'ucd tlm then acd tbero.
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