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UST for the fun
of the thin?, I
see me now,"
1 i n , as he
strode alon g
mountain i n
ktnter's garb, pun and game bag
Rlsng across his shoulder. "Bless her!
bless them all'. llow they cried,
though, when the doctor ordered me
off to California. Poor old lady Daw
son! She couldn't remark now that
Tom is a frail flower.' "
The six-footer laughed as he repeated
id lady Dawson's words: "Tom'i a
"A pretty dark specimen with this
coat of tan on! I saw a black calla in
Riverside garden the other day just
about my color. Hark! what's thatl"
he concluded, coming to a sharp stop.
AH day long on the unfrequented
highwaj- he had not met a living soul.
"Is it a coyote? Nobody seems to
know here whether a coyote ever howls
or no. But a mountain lion they are
certain a mountain lion 'snarls.' I
think I'll move on."
The sound came again. It was artic
ulate this time. Surely no mountain
lion could so far forget himself as to
call out "Hello!" lie paused and
turned himself about. Then he heard
It ajrain. "Uelp! Help! Hello! Ilello-o-o!"
Just beyond a clump of live oaks,
Tom at last fancied he saw the flutter
ing of gray skirts.
'Coming!' he shouted, breaking into
a run, and in another minute brought
up face to face with a pale, bareheaded
She looked at him timidly an instant,
then spoke: "Can you htlp me? My
husband is lost! We were camping out
Mr. lladley and I," she continued,
point'ng off to a wooded slope where
Tom could dimly discern a large
rag-on and a horse staked out under
"He went to look up some insect or
some flower, I forget which, and said
he should not be gone fifteen minutes.
That was three hours ago."
'Did he walk?" asked Tom.
"No. he took one of the horse."
"Which way did he go?" asked Tom.
"1 don't know there's the tr-ruble.
I was half asleep in the wagon and
never looked up. I only said: 'Don't be
pone lor.g.' aid Mr. Hadley replied:
'Not more than fifteen minutes.' "
Three hours. Tom thought of cat
amounts and Mexican preaers. He
remarked soothingly: "Well, if Mr.
Hadley is anything of a naturalist. I
dare say he has got interested and for-g-ets
the flight of time."
-Xo, O no!" she replied. "You don't
know him. He wouldn't forget for a
moment that I am afraid to stay alo-ae
here. It was some especial bug he
-wanted, nnd he knew just where to 40
for it. Something has happened. Can
yon help me?" She laid her hand .on
Tom's arm. tears suddenly overflow
ing her eyes.
It had always been said of Tom Par
lin that nobody ever relied on him in
vain. It was nearly sunset now, and
he had a good six miles to walk to
reach Elsmore. He replied with alac
rity: "I probably can. madam certain
ly. I am wholly at j-our service," and
A DEAD WEIGHT IX HIS CAF.P.IEP.'S ASMS.
suggested that he would go over to the
wagon, take the horse and set out on a
It cannot be denied that a momentary
conjecture as to whether she should
ever see horse or rider again was re
flected in the woman's eyes, and that
Tom saw it.
What she said, however, was: "God
bless you!" and Tom's reply was:
"Keep up good courage."
He made off as fast as he could, and
Boon after came dashing past her,
bareback, with a wave of his hand and
a smile, whereupon, after watching
him out of sight, she said, with a sigh:
"So like John!"
This John was her only son who
had died the preceding winter, t. was
to solace themselves that she and
her husband had come on this camping
expedition. They were sensible, quiet
people, and their stout lumber wagon
and other equipments seemed to indi
cate that Mr. Hadley was the plainest
of ranchmen, whereas in fact lie was
The young: fellow who was 0 much
likt John struck into the mountain
roaa and weni due east at a venture.
"If tli is doesn't fetch him I'll turn and
g-o west," he said. "That woman de
serves a better husband than one of
VC' ,. . .--. v. '
your bug-and-insect fellows poor and
thriftless, I'll warrant. He's probably
hunting1 a horned toad down in the
canyon and forgotten all about hi9
wife. In that case I shall come across
his horse hitched near here some
where." He peered about as he rode, and good
eyes like Tom's can travel a long dis
tance in the clear air of California, but
no horse was in sight.
He rode both east and west long dis
tances, but came on no trace of the
naturalist. It was growing interest
ing. "He has tumbled down one of
the steep sides here and sprained his
ankle and his horse has galloped off,"
Tom assumed at last. I'll make a
prodigious noise to kind of encourage
It was no hardship whatever to
young- Parlin to "make a prodigious
noise." He was in such bounding
spirits over his recovered health that
shouting came easy. He just stopped
short where he was and made the
welkin ring with college songs for
about ten minutes. A dead silence
"So much for a man setting hia heart
on bugs," he growled, as he rode on.
"Bugs are good enough in their places.
I wish them well, but when it comes to
a married man leaving his wife in a
w ild e r n ess "
A sound had suddenly reached his
ear. He drew up and sat still on his
horse's back. The sound was re
peated after a moment. It came from
down in the canyon.
Tom rode to the edge, and, after
some steady gazing, fancied he could
make out the figure of a man prone
arcocg some manzanita bushes, but
was by no means sure. There was no
horse to be seen anywhere, "Hello!"
he called, "I'm coming!"
Divesting himself of gun and game
bag end fastening the horse to a Cot
tonwood, he began the descent of the
mountain side, which at that point was
"Who comes?" moaned a weak voice,
as Tom reached the manzanita thick
et. Evidently the man was not much
encouraged at sight of the swarthy
young musician. The racket of the
rollicking college songs had aroused
him from a swoon. He looked bewil
dered. "His wife took me for a tramp, and
he takes me for a greaser," thought
Tom, but doffed his cap reassuringly.
He knew that he was on the border of
Mexico, and that probably his lately
acquired complexion suggested the
"Your wife sent me," he said. "I see
you have met with an accident."
Mr. Hadley opened his eyes long
enough to give young Parlin a strong
look. "I've broken my leg." he said.
"That's bad," said Tom. "I must get
you out of this at once."
"Cud you do you think I could be
dragged up?" asked the bug hunter.
"I can carry you." responded Tom,
speaking on impulse.
Mr. Hadley smiled slightly. "It's too
Yes, the precipice is too steep. I
shall carry you around and strike the
grade." said Tom. He meant the point
where the road some rods distant left
the plain to begin the spiral ascent of
"Too long," objected the man.
Tom answered lightly: "Hut yon
know. sir. the longest way round is the
nearest way home."
Mr. Hadley, though white and groan
ing, glanced up with u flickering smile.
He .saw that his young rescuer looked
strong and willing and had the gen
eral air of a college athlete and said
Mr. Ilndley was not a very heavy man
and Tom lifted him both swiftly and
gently, like a trained nurse. "There."
said he, "hold me tight around the
Hut Mr. Hadley had fainted again,
lie lay a dead weight in his carrier's
arms. Well courage!" said Tom to
himself, and started off.
The grade when he reached it lay
close to the edge of the precipice wind
ing gradually around it. Jf he should
grow dizzy or stagger he might lose his
footing and roll with his burden to the
depths of the canyon.
"Are you tolerably easy? Could I
hold you better?" he asked as le felt
his burden revive and stir.
The tone was as commonplace as if
he made it a regular business to "tote"
mountaineers and rather enjoyed it.
To himself he kept saying encourag
ingly as the grade stretched out even
further before him: "There'll be an
end to this! an end to this!"
So there was. After an Immense
while the table land was reached, the
dead weight was laid down on the
grass, and Tom flung himself down be
side him to recover breath.
"You're rather a fine fellow!" was all
Mr. Had'.ey could manage to say.
Of course Tom must go at once to re
lieve the woman of suspense and return
with the wagon. Well, then, where
was Billv. the horse which the man had
ridden and left hitched to a tree by the
Where, indeed! As Tom had sus
pected, he had broken loose and had
strayed away. Perhaps he had become
locoed" by eating the villainous loco
eed which grows in this section and
destroys many a poor beast's reason,
setting his brain awhirl for good and
Jt was useless to try and look for
him. Dick, the horse, that had brought
j Tom, was quietly feeding on the spot
I where Tom had left him, hut how
could a two-horse wagon be got over
the road without two horses to draw it?
"What to do next?" was the ques
tion. As Tom expressed it: "Here was a
pretty fix." Night coming on and a
broken leg, compound fracture, to be
"Trust me to straighten things out,"
said he, pausing in his fit of whistling.
"Just lie here and rest, and I'll engage
to get you and your wife to Elsmore
and all your trays before well, before
1 midnight, anyway."
"You young 5amaritaii, you're all I
have to look to." said the man. "I
can't lift a finger myself; youTi have
to pull me through." And to himself
he said: "If he does it he'll not be bo
eorry for his night's work."
When the young "Samaritan" re
turned at last, it was in a new role.
He now personated Hilly, the miss
ing horse. He had hitched Dick to one
side of the wagon tongnie, and had
taken the other side himself, and was
keeping hold of the tongue and steer
ing the craft.
Mrs. Hadley sat in the wagon, driv
ing the ill-assorted span, laughing and
"Whoa! Let me out!" she exclaimed,
climbing over the wagon wheel and
hastening to her husband's side. She
was not able at all to control herself.
She laughed and cried for the next two
or three hours. Her husband lay in
the wagon under the cold stars of
June, and she sat on the seat and
urged her "two abreast" across the ta
ble land and up the rough hills and
down through the valleys to the near
est town. The jaded Tom was fain to
ask as he strained and pulled: "How
many miles to Babylon?" but, like a
meek and patient horse, refrained.
"There is no other way out of it," he
said, pulling along beside Dick. "I
couldn't leave the man. Quite a fine
fellow, too, barring his mania for
It neared midnight a the strange
team drew up in Elsmore.
"I'll have the fun of writing home
about this," the off beast of the team
said to himself as he dropped the
wagon tongue. "Of course they won't
believe a word of it, but they may be
interested in it as a work of fiction."
That this night's exertion proved a
cruel strain on Tom, there is no deny
ing. But it was not until his charge
was safe in a surgeon's hands and do
ing well that he succumbed and took
to his bed. As soon as possible he wa
about again anxious to assist.
By this time there had sprung up a
strong attachment between himself
and the Hadleys. Little by little they
gathered his history. Oni of a family
of eight, he had worked hard for an
k' w vm
HER "TWO ABKEIST.
education, then on the eve of graduat
ing from Harvard, had been seized by
an illness which threatened his life
It had been a keen disappointment to
him to give up the graduation, and still
more, the study of law, which was to
have followed it,
"But I was mustered out. and here I
am," said he. "If I had undertaken
the law I might have been an orna
ment to the profession, you under
stand, but no particular use to it,
"Not as a dead man, certainly," said
Mr. Hadley. "But you are well now,
and can go back east?"
Tom shook his head. "Not for two
or three 3-ears; that's the medical de
cree." "Manly, isn't he?" said Mrs. Had'ej
to her husband, later. "He's like John
"He's certainly like him in hissquare
toedness," returned Mr. Hadley. "He
suits me. I'd like to help him, but
there's his tremendous pride!"
After this whenever Tom was pres
ent the couversation seemed to drift
toward lemon ranches. Mr. Hadley
had several lemon ranches scattered in
various places. It was surprising how
they appeared all at once to be weigh
ing on his mind. Two in particular
were at the tender mercies of China
men. He had observed that young
Parlin seemed "well up" in California
matters; and what if he should go to
Chula Vista out of pure kindness
and look around and report progress?
Tom was more than willing. He
had heard nothing of Mr. Hadley's
wealth, and could not know he was
longing, like the little tree in the Ger
man fairy tale, to "shake and quake
and pour gold and silver" over him.
Unsuspecting, he set off for Chula
Vista one fine morning, got interested,
went to work there, and finally to
oblige his friends, and earn a little
money, agreed to oversee one of the
The Hadleys, innocent plotters, ex
This was four years ago. To-day
Tom is one of the prosperous
ranchmen of the country. Mr. Hadley
can say truthfully he has never given
him a dollar, nevertheless he haa
helped hini to thousands.
If anything can be counted on in this
changing world, young Parlin's futuro
is a triumphant certainty, although h
is ignorant of the fact himself. At
Caustic Wit of an Enjtllxh Judge.
Lord Bowen. beside being a great
judge, was a great wit. 'Io-v happy, for
instance, was the amei-dr-'-ent lie pro
posed when the judges w.-e drawing
up an address to the queen on the oc
casion of her majesty's jubilee. "Coc
scious as we are of our shortcomings."
said the address; "conscious as we are
of one another's shortcomings," sug
gested Lord Bowen.
Not long ago Lord Bowen was called
upon, it is said, to sit in the admiralty
court. Upon taking his seat he asked
induSgcnce on account of his inexpe
rience in admiralty business. "And
may there be no moaning at th.3 bar,"
he added, "when I put out to sea."
Bometimes his wit was very incisive
as, for instance, when he remarked:
Truth will out. even in an ailidavife."
PERSONAL AND LITERARY.
Albert W. Paine, Esq., of Bangor,
Me., has been in active practice of the
law since lS3o, and is believed to be
the oldest lawyer in continuous practice
in New England.
Donald Graham, who died the other
day in England, aged eighty-five years,
was a schoolmate of Gladstone, and it
was his proud boast that he used to
"beat the prime minister at the shorter
Elaine Goodale, the fair poet who
married a Sioux Indian and went west
to dwell with him in his tepee, has
found the tepee tiresome, and she has
returned to the east, taking her dusky
husband with her.
Empress Elizabeth of Austria, by
a severe system of fasting and exer
cise, massage and training like a sporting-
man, succeeds in keeping her waist
measure to twenty inches, in spite of
her fifty -six years.
Mr. Gladstone is quite generally
credited with having a thorough ap
preciation of his own genius. His wed
ding gift to MLss Tennant of a full set
of the works of WiUiam E. Gladstone
attests this fact anew.
The queen of England always wears
on one wrist a bracelet in which is a
miniature of the date prince consort.
On the other -wrist she wears as con
stantly a bracelet with the miniature
of her latest great-grandchild.
Capt. Cornelius Nye, a pensioner of
the war of 1S12, has just celebrated his
ninety-eighth birthday at his home in
Lynn. Mass. He has lived under every
president, and voted first for James Mon
roe and last for Benjamin Harrison.
Gerhard Gade, the American consul
at Christiana, Norway, who was ap
pointed in 1869 by Gen. Grant, is the
oldest consul in the service, with the
exception of Consul Sprague, at Gibral
tar. He will celebrate his jubilee
Mark Twain asserts that all mod
ern jokes are derived from thirty-five
original jokes which were originated in
the days of Socrates. Several of the
originals, a little frayed, are still float
ing about, and Mark has coined many
ducats from them.
Augustus Bonaparte Csesar Dun
dreary Emerson Ferdinand Grant Han
nibal Isaiah Jackson Knox Leoninas
Meredith Nicholas Oscar Tate Ring is a
resident of Martin, Tenn., and is wast
ing all that name in a race for the petty
oflice of constable.
Mrs. Waite, the wife of the governor
of Colorado, is forty-eight years of age,
while her husband is sixty-nine. She
was a widow and he a widower when
they married. She is interested in the
Woman's Christian Temperance union,
and thinks there is no one like her hus
band. Emanuel Lasker. who is contend
ing with Steinitz for the chess cham
pionship of the world, is a native of
Prussia, and is only twenty-six years
old. He began playing chess when he
was only twelve years cf age. His
career as a phenomenal player began in
a good match
Binks and his wife make
' Robinson "Yes, he's
a stick and she's the brimstone." Har
Teacher ''What became of the chil
dren of Agamemnon?" Iupil Cafter ma
ture deliberation! "I think they're
dead by this time." Harlem Life.
Quite Mountainous. Shesed "It's
dd about a mountain, isn't it?" nesed
-"What is?" Shesed "That it never
wears its spurs on its foot." Detroit
Mr. Croesus "You want to marry
my niece, do you? Why, she is the only
relative I have." Charley Hardup "I
have thought that all out, sir." Ray
Mrs. Houser "Is the oath of office
I read so much about profane?" Houser
"Humph! Depends a good deal wheth
er it is taken going in or coming out."
Millionaire Philanthropist "How
can I muke sure that none but the very
poor will receive the money I intend to
distribute?" Paymaster "Buy poetry
with it. ' N. Y. Herald.
Beaver (jocosely) "I wonder why
you hard-headed western men wear soft
hats?" Slouch "And I wonder why
you er eastern fellows wear hard
hats?" Prank Leslie's Weekly.
-She "This is so sudden. I am so
Rotry, but I want you always to be my
dear, dear friend." He "H'm. You
haven't told me yet who is the other
fellow.'-' Indianapolis Journal.
Husband "Suppose the legislature
did give you the ballot, what would
you d'- vith it?" Wife "Make a dress
patteu out of it. unless the size be
changed." Cleveland Plaindealer.
A Good Sign. Landlord of newly
opered wine-tavern (to waiter) "Pie
cole, mind you pay special attention to
tl gentleman sitting yonder; he has
such a red complexion." II Corriere.
- -"Ethel." he whispered, "will you
m'-.rry me?" "I don't know, Charles,"
id e replied, coyly. "Well, when you
find out. he said, rising,
word will you? I shall le
Hicks' until ten o'clock. If I don't
hear trom you by ten. I'm going to tuk
her." Harper's lk-.sar.
"You don't seem to want employ
ment." "Yes. I do. ma'am," replied
Meandering Mike, in an injured tone
"But you don't do the work when it is
offered you. "I know it. Ye see, I've
spent so much of my time lookin' fu
work thet I can't git my hand in on no
other kind of a job." Washing-ton
Paying a Compliment Dibbs (who
has been waiting in his friend's studio)
h! here you are, at last. Your
dog has been paying a good compli
ment to that bit rf scene-painting. I
had to drive the little beggar off."
Daubr (agreeably surprised "What
was he doing?" Dibbs "Oh. he tns
took -hat rivi for real water, and he
started lapp'"g- it: By the by, what
river does It represent?"' Dauber
(savagely) "River be hanged! That
isn't a river, it's prairie firet"--Tit-Bit..
FOR YOUNG PEOPLE
Oace little trlrl I know
Said a little word:
Whispered It so very low
Just one person board.
And that person told It o'er.
Just to one or two.
Adding to it one word mora,
As bo many do!
And at once the two that heard
Told it 'n a crowd.
Each one adding one more word,
Told U quite aloud:
Straightway every one thut heard
Shouted loud and clear
Till the hapless little word
Floated tar and near.
Then the maid an raised her head.
She was very glad
That the llttlo thing she said
Wasn't something bad:
Beth Day, in Housekeeper.
Amusing Episode of the French and
Indian War In 1708.
Boys are perennially interested in
frogs boys and snakes and natural
ists. Boys usually make their observations
by means of a triple hook and a piece
of red flannel, but a boy in Connecti
cut, known to the writer, took twenty
eight one day with his bare hands.
Connecticut is a fine state for frogs.
There at old Windham was fought the
famous "Battle of the Frogs."
It was during- the French and Indian
war in 1753. Windham was then the
most important frontier town of east
ern Connecticut. Col. Dj'er, a prom
inent citizen, was raising an army to
oppose the Indians at Crown Point.
The town was alive with excitement.
One very dark night the people were
awakened by strange sounds,and at once
thought the Indians were upon them.
Seizing guns, swords and axes, the men
rushed out to meet the enemy. But -no
enemy was to be seen. StiU they felt
a force of French and Indians must be
at hand, for hoarse voices could be
heard calling for Windham's prominent j
militarv leaders. ;
"Col.Dyer and Elderkin, too!" CoL ',
Dyer and Elderkin, too!"
The town was up all night- When
day broke the mystery was accidental
ly "solved. A mile away from the vil
lage lay a big marshy pond inhabited
by myriad of frogs. A drought had
nearly dried up the water, reducing it
to a tiny streamlet, and for this scan
ty supply the poor thirsty creatures
had fought each other, until thousands
lay dead on either side of the rill.
This battle made Windham famous.
For years the inhabitants felt badly
teased and insulted by its mention.
Now, however, the story is no longer a
joke but a prized tradition.
Snakes are as fond of frogs as the
traditional Frenchman who esteemed
them a delicacy. A frog has often
been found swallowed whole and alive
in a slaughtered snake. One snake
known to a friend of the chronicler
fared badly enough by his greed for
his favorite dainty. He swallowed one
frog and then started to crawl through
a crevice in a stone walL Before he
had dragged through his entire length
hw espied another plump little fellow
and took him in, whereupon he found
found himself securely fastened down
tinder the stones, unable to move
either way, and was dispatched by the
Naturalists consider the frog a very
Interesting fellow and other observant
HOME OF THE FEOOS.
people have learned curious facts con
cerning these amphibious creatures.
A gentleman living in the southern
part of France had a large frog pond
on his ground and was very fond of
studying tkc habits of its inhabitants.
One day he saw a great change in the
appearance of a certain frog of which
he had made a pet. It looked as if it
had in some way acquired a pair of the
puffed breeches which gentlemen used
to wear in the courts of James I., of
England, and Louis XIII. of France.
This change made him curious to
know what it meant, and all the more
so when he found that almost every
day more and more of the frogs were
wearing the same queer-looking things.
By watching carefully the gentle
man soon found the cause of the
strange, new article of frog dress.
The mother frog, it seems, considers
that her duty is discharged when she
has laid her eggs. These all adhere
together, forming a long- chain of many
links. As soon as she has deposited
these on the bank of the pond she hops
away, seeming to f oi'gct aU about them,
and they would never hatch out if the
lather fro did not come to the rescue.
With no liffle difficulty he winds these
chains of neglected eggs around and
around hi own short thighs thus pro
ducing the appearani-e of the puffed
He thn proceeds 'in hide himself
among the marshy grasses around the
pond until the eggs are ready to hatch
nut. Then he goes into the water. In
little while the ahells burst, let tine
out the young tadpoles, which imxnedV
ately swim away without so much as
Another very motherly father of the
frog family is found in South America,
in Chili, ile is provided with a larga
sac, or pouch, which extends over the
whole surface of his belly, from the
mouth downwards. There is no ex
ternal opening into this sac, and when,
Mr- Darwin first saw a male frog appa
rently swaUowing the eggs he though
he was the worst kind of a fellow to be
eating his own children.
But this thought was a great injus
tice. Cm opening the frog's mor.th Mr.
Darwin discovered that on ea. li side of.
the tongue was an aperture down,
which the eggs rolled rr... the sac,
which soon became distended with
As the eggs hatch out in this sac the
vonng frogs find their way tip into
Iheir careful father's mouth, and
thence out and away into the pond!
which is to them the wide world. St.
THE MERRY MILKMAID.
A. Fascinating Creatnre for a Utile GIrr
On my mother's sewing table stand
a quaint little ima ge unlike anything
else I have ever seen. My mother
bought it at a church fair in England
when she was a young girl, and I am,
sure it would charm the fancy of any
The flgure, to begin with, is a slender
doll about four or five inches high, with,
a china head- and pliant body, ending
in china arms and legs.
Having poiaessed yourself of such a
doll, around nor legs wind fold after
fold of cotton tatting until they are
covered so thickly as to make a dresa
skirt stand out, and so firmly as to
keep the doll upright. "Wind only
1 '&wv.rS&: t-
layer or two around the body, so that
it will taper np to the waist line.
For the foundation on which the doll
is to stand cut a piece of cardboard in a
circular shape with a diameter of three
and a half inches.
Now cut a piece of fancy flowered siHs
with length the height of the doll and
breadth a little more than the circum
ference of the cardboard. Sew the
piece together and then shirr the top
edge to fit around the shoulders, not
the neck. Alo gather it in snugly
around the doll's waist and cut two
holes for the arms, leaving enough
cloth to shirr down like short sleeves.
Cut a piece of line -vhite flannel or
cashmere in the shape of an apron and
fasten it over the front of the silk;
gown "by means of a few concealed
stitches. "Tie a narrow ribbon around
as a belt to hide the edge. This apron
is for sticking darning needles and
other coarse needles in.
Fold a square of turkey red twill or
scarlet clotii crosswise into shawl shape
and place it over the shoulders of the
doll, securing it there by a few hidden
Now fasteu firmly a strong bodkin or
tape runner across the back at the
shoulders. This forms the milk-pail
yoke. From each end of the yoke sus
pend a large spool of white cotton
thread, these representing milk pails.
The handles are made out of the wire,
as in the picture, wound once around
the hands of the doU and attached to
ribbons which go up and tie at the ends
of the yoke.
Now stand the milkmaid firmly on
the cardboard, turn in the edge of her
gown to the right length and fasten it
around the entire circle of a row of
pins placed very close together.
There she stands, all dressed, except
ing her tall hat. This hat is made of a
"top thimble" thrust through a close
fitting hole in a round piece of card
board, leaving enough of the cardboard
to extend about the head like a hat
brim. The hat may be secured upon
the head by a drop or two of melted
sealingwax, and is to serve as a "rest"
or holder for your own sewing thimble.
Y'ou have a good pincushion of the
milkmaid's stuffed out gown, a cushion
for large needles of her apron, a cushion
for fine needles of her bright scarlet
shawl, and a holder for your thimble,
while her pails give you two spools of
cotton, with the ends concealed, yet
loose enough to be easily found. Y'ou
can hang a pair of scissors on a hook
attached to her belt, but though this
makes of her a very complete "needle
woman's friend," it detracts from her
appearance as a milkmaid. Chicago
A Steamer on Mule Hack.
A triumph in engineering is reported
from the mountains of Peru, wkere a
twin-screw steamer of 540 tons, 173
feet long and 30 feet wide has been suc
cessf uUy launched on Lake Titacaca,
the highest navigable waters in the
world, more than 13,000 feet above the
sea. This steamer, which belongs to
the Peruvian government, and is to be
used for freight and passengsr traCiaf
was built on the Chyde, then taken
apart in more than a thousand pieces
and shipped to Mollondo by sea. It
was then carried to I"na by railway
and transported over the i-ouiitams on
the backs of llamas and in files and put
together by a Scotch er.ginc-r.
A Krlbtened IJride.
Bridesmaid You poor, frightened
darling. You looked scared to death
at the altar.
Bride Yes, Gecrge trembled so I was
dreadfully afraid he'd lose courage
and run away. N. Y. Weelil
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