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TLAITSLIOUTU, x J NEBRASKA.
A SECRET.
Eh all I be like grandmamma when I am ol4f
Snail I wear such a queer little bonnet
Jfo feathers, no posies, but just a plain told
With a little white edging upon it?
Ehall I sit in an easy-chair all the day long.
With a preat ball of wool and a stocking?
Ehall I think it quite dreadful for folks to do
wrong.
And dirt and disorder no shocking?
Ehall I wear a white cap tall of dear little
bows.
And a row of white curls on my forehead?
Ehall I keep my face clean, anil take care of
my clothes.
And never be snappish and horrid?
Ehall I think that tne Bible's the nicest of
books.
And remember the sermon on Sunday,
And not think how stupid the minister look.
And wish it would only be ilonday?
Just wit till I tell yon what grandma once
said
I hope that you won't thluk me crazy.
Zt happened one diy when they sent me to bed
For being ill-tempered and lazy.
She came and sat by me, and patted my hand,
And toid me: "Tuere's no use in crying;
It m by stumbling, my pet, that we learn bow
to stand.
And we always grow better by trying."
Was anyone ever so wicked as me?"
I asked her between my sobbing.
Vhen grandmamma laughed just aa hard aa
could be.
And her little white curls went bobbing.
"Was anyone ever so naughty as you?
I'm sure that I know of one other."
Who was it?" I asked. "Oh, please tell me; do."
She whispered: "Your own grandmother."
Now isn't it strange? But of course it is trtta.
I can tell you just one thing about it
She'd not tell a story, whatever she'd do.
And we'd only be silly to doubt it.
But of course I feel certain you never will tell.
For how perfectly dreadful 'twould be
To have people know, who all love her so well.
That granuma was ever like me.
Hiiry K. Vandyne, in Harper's Young People.
A BIT OF SEVRES.
A Foolish Fancy That Brought
About a "Wedding.
Miss Van Tooker sat in the parlor.
It was a cosy room, suggestive both of
comfort and elegance; but Van Tooker
mere, recalling' its former glories and
keenly conscious of each worn thread
In the carpet, the frayed satin in the
furniture covering and darns in the
lace curtains, shook her head and
sighed plaintively.
speculation, a panic and grief from
the consequent failure had curried
away Van Tooker pere. His thought
fulness left them the old home and a
Blig-ht income upon which his widow
and her daughters, Elinor and Con
tent, contrived to live presentably, no
one knew how.
That is, no one except Elinor, for
Elinor had the Van Tooker nose and
had inherited along: with it those
qualities which not only command
success but deserve it. No one but
Elinor knew how the shabby old
gowns were rejuvenated, the hats
made good as new and the cast-off
finery of her mother and aunts trans
formed into bewitching- party jfowns.
"Just as they are in stories," exclaimed
Content, in ecstasies after each new
achievement of Elinor's.
Ordinarily when g'iven to meditation
Miss Van Tooker sat in the library.
For it was aristocratic even in its de
cline, and tog-ether with her Van
Tooker nose Miss Elinor had inherited
aristocratic tastes. ller great-greatgrandfather
a Copley hung on the
wall; the old books were handsomely
bound; and, thank lleaven, the floor
was of polished wood and could never
show such unmistakable signs of fchab
biness as the erstwhile beautiful car
pets were doing-. Then Alias Van
Tooker was intellectual, and medita
tion in the library was therefore more
appropriate.
Wben she sat there Saturday night
gumming up her week's occupations
the account ran something like this:
Ilonday night, acting- Lady Teazle be
fore the Comedy club, acting it well,
too, and thereby consuming the im
mense amount of nervous energy re
quired to act Sheridan; Tuesday after
noon leading- a conversation on social
ism at the Ouce-a-Week club; Wednes
day, giving a little talk before the
missionary society on practical ways
of raising- a fund; between times read
ing up for her paper for the Every Fri
day club. Added to this were the vari
ous social functions in which she had
taken part; the teas at which she had
"poured;" the receptions at which she
had helped to receive; the German she
had led and the calls she had managed
to pay and receive between times. It
was a long- list, but it was Saturday
and she had Sunday to rest in when
the memory of the week's occupations
made her weary. This was Monday,
however. She had been dusting-, for
their one maid was busy in the laun
dry, and moreover Elinor did not dare
trust tier among- the bric-a-brac
That bric-a-brac! This was the rea
son she sat down, duster in hand, to
mediate.
Van Tooker mere had adorned her
parlor, as was the fashion at the time
of its adorning-, with stately bronzes,
Bohemian g-lass and alabaster, and
had filled her china closet with the
wares of Wcrchester, Dresden and
Sevres. Therefore when Elinor cover
ed a tiny table with a linen cloth
whose orig-inal design was lost in the
embroidery and drawn work with
which it was ornamented, set it in the
corner between the window and the
grate and placed thereon six of her
bevres cups and saucers, Mrs. an
Tooker was properly incensed. Her
indig-nation increased when she dis
covered Content balancing a bread
plate of rare design upon a wire easel
to ornauiwnt the mantel, stripped of
her bronaes. The etag-cre, too, bore
traces of the dining room robbery.
Only the fact that indignation as well
as sorrow rendered Uo looker mere
speechless saved tlie girls from a
severe reprimand.
"My dears, I have always found our
hina clcset sufficiently roomy," she
unto him unto wlaom honor is due,
twI Mr Truria' ri.rrri i n that tTP
said with dignity when 6he again re
covered roice.
"But, mamma, everybody else has
teacups and things in their parlora
now, ready to pour tea and chocolate,
you know."
"When do yon expect to pour tea and
chocolate. Elinor?"
"Mamma, dear, you know it is a
shame to have this beautiful china hid
den away, and nobody ever sees our
dining--room."
"What will yon do when we hare
com pacy?"
"Mamma, darling, you are too ridicu
lous. You know very well we are per
fectly safe on that score, and we mig-ht
as well have one room look pretty."
Mamma was silent if not convinced,
but Harold Phelps remained an agnos
tic Not that he had any idea that the
splendor of the parlor decorations re
sulted from the plundering of the
china closet. The purchase of the
"stuff," as he called it, was bnt anoth
er bit of girlish -extravagance.
"I thought better of you, Elinor,"
he said, viewing the table with evident
disgust. "Nobody knows what I have
suffered in other people's parlors lit
tered with dining--room trash. Posi
tively, when I see one of those ever
lasting little tables with its four or
six or twelve cups I am tempted to be
come profane or to stealthily tip it
over. I know 1 shall do so some time.
What will people drag into their par
lors next? I had hoped one spot might
remain unprofaned by the rage for
china."
Elinor's scarlet lip curled, bnt she
kept silence. Had she spoken she
would have been rude, something un
pardonable in a Van Tooker. Harold
Phelps had laughed at her Theosoph
ical society, he had doubted the in
fallibility of Ibsen, he had publicij de
clared that he didn't care, and worst
of all. be had intimated that if Mamma
Van Tooker's French had not been
that of Stratford atte Bowe she would
have hustled out of the house uncere
moniously certain volumes which lit
tered the library table. Still, Elinor
credited all this to the fact that young
men cio not like intellectual young
women, and that be thus covered his
humilntion at having fallen in love
with her. But to flout her cherished
china was an unpardonable offense.
That Harold and she bad been sweet
hearts since he wore knickerbockers
and her dusky hair fell in ripples over
her shoulders Miss Van Tooker de
tested curls did not, as might be sup
posed, facilitate the course of true
love. Neither did Harold's bank ac
count, for she, foolish girl, hadscruples
and feared people would say she bar
tered the Van Tooker claims of long
descent for mere money. The perfec
tion of Harold's attire did not win her
heart, for being intellectual she rather
admired the ill-fitting coats and lavish
display of throat affected by the pro
fessors who addressed her various so
cieties. So when he ventured to offer
her his heart and hand on the very
evening he laughed at her china, her
6harp "No!" proclaimed so clearly the
cause of his discomfiture that he
smiled to himself in spite of his disap
pointment. Of these things Elinor was thinking
when the bell tinkled and Christine,
appearing from the laundry, ushered
into the room a young lady whose fur
wrapping ahd a fluff of yellow hair
shone brightly.
"Nell, you darling how an you?"
Elinore emerged from the sealskin
embrace aDd held her friend at arm's
length while she inspected her.
"Elizabeth Ware, I wrote you a
letter last night addressed to River
side, Cal., and now 3-ou walk into our
parlor as calmly as though you had
announced your arrival weeks ago."
"I came hurriedly. We are on our
way to New York to meet Harry.
Isn't it too lovely? I've volumes to
tell you and I know I'll never pet
through in three hours. Mamma was
driving- out this w-ay, and I begged
her to drop me here for lunch and
meet me downtown later on."
Another ring at the belL , The long
suffering Christine again discarded
her apron, rolled down her sleeves
and this time ushered in Harold
Phelps.
"Miss Ware, to speak poetically, I've
been following a tress of your yellow
hair all morning-. Irwin Brown told
me you were in town, but I doubt
whether instinct would have led me
here when I missed you at the hotel if
I hadn't caug-ht a glimpse of your hair
in a carriage coming- this way. I
thoug-ht I couldn't be mistaken, so
here I am in pursuit of information."
"Harold, I find you are as cruel as
ever; at your old tricks of raising my
hopes only to let them fall ag-ain.
First, you have been in pursuit of me;
I'm immensely flattered. Next, it's
only for what I know; I'm of secondary
importance."
"First, always, because without you
I could not obtain my information,
and if Julia did not learn the name of
'that perfectly delightful boarding
place' with those 'eleg-ant people' you
described in your last letter before she
starts out west to-morrow she would
never forg-ive toe. Besides, I assure
you, I really wanted to see for myself
the wonderful effect upon you of our
Italy."
"Then you must stay for lunch; can't
he, Nell? There isn't time to see
Julia, and it will take hour to tell it.
NoiKjdy understands going- west until
she has tried it, so I shall beg-in at the
very first. When she goes to buy her
ticket"
Elinor arose with nn assumed calm
which would have been awful had her
guests understood it.
"Certainly; I shall be delighted to
have yon stay, Mr. Phelps. I must tell
Content that you are here, Bessie. Go
on with your instructions to Mr.
Phelps; I will return in a moment."
"Elinor Van T oker," moaned Con
tent, "what in the world do you mean?
Coupany to lu-ich. Christine washing,
and nothing to eati You have lost your
senses."
"Use yours then?. Content. She in
vited herself and of course I am very
glad to see her, but Bessie lias aln-ayB
had everything md can't understand.
Jlnd that dreadful girl invited Harold
-1 joiimipatiorr ana tick: Headache
munently cure . and piles preyentAi
Phelps. I am not responsible foi
that."
"We can take our dinner for luncb
and go without that meal if you don't
think they will prolong their visit."
"She is going- on to New York this
afternoon, so she can't. Come on down.
Content, and do act hospitable. Don't
worry mamma, we'll attend to it alL"
In the hall Content turned on her
aister, impressive-:
"Now, Elinor Van Tooker, you've
got to use your brains to get those
dishes out of the parlor. We will have
to make up for lack of eatables some
way, and the bread plate and fruit
dishs we can't possibly do without."
"What will mamma say?"
"Never mind mamma. You just
manag-e to g-et those people out of the
parlor and keep them until I come in
and ask Harold when Julia is going.
Then you will know that everything is
all right."
The an Tooker nose was all that
saved Elinor on this occasion. After
Content's effusive greeting she called
Harold and Bessie to the library to
show the latter some etching's that had
been sent her, and then led the way to
the music room to get Bessie's ap
proval of some casts Content had re
cently mounted. Her sister did not
follow and to Elinor's acute ear the
click of china was painfully audible.
Content fully earned her right to
the Van Tooker name by the luncheon.
The darns on the state tablecloth
were covered with scattered blossoms
and leaves gleaned from their few
house plants; the beautiful china set
off the table; and if the menu was not
elaborate, people need not expect
much for luncheon, especially on Mon
day and among women whose appe
tites are naturally delicate from lack
of exercise. The few dishes were care
fully prepared, Christine as a waiter
was perfection, and Mamma Tooker's
table talk had alwa3s been a matter
of pride with the family, so all was
going- merry as a marriage bell when
Bessie's eyes fell upon the empty
bread plate which Christine had set be
fore her.
"What a beautiful plate!" she ex
claimed. "Do look at this, Harold.
Isn't the decoration unique? Mamma
has often told me, Mrs. Van Tooker.
of your exquisite china. Where have
I seen a plate like this before?" con
tinued Bessie, not heeding the
silence which fell upon the
company. "Not long ag-o, surely;
the design seems familiar. Wouldn't
you like to know, Mrs. Van Tooker,
who has its mate? It must have been
in somebody's parlor; that's just like
aome people, you know. They're so
afraid people won't know they have
anything if it isn't kept on exhibition.
There was a family just next door to
us in California parvenues, of course
who decorated to death in the china
line; parlors, library and all filled with
beautiful dishes. We were madly en
vious until one day, don't you know.
somebody dined there and told some
body else so we all heard it, that they
ate off the coarsest kind of dishes
every day and had to carry the pretty
ones out of the parlor to eat on when
they had company!"
The expression of Mrs. Van Tooker'a
face was edifying. Elinor did not try
tosmile,but Content's hysterical g-iggde
helped out Bessie's hearty laugh.
Neither did Harold Phelps smile when
his eyes met Elinor's as they rose from
the table. On the contrary, his face
expressed a resolution not unlike that
which Content's had worn earlier in
the day, as he spoke:
"Content, i shall never rest satisfied
until you prove to Miss Ware that I
was correct about that air from Cav
alleria Ilusticana,' over which we were
disputing when we first came out to
lunch. You have the score; take her
to the music room and convince her.
Mrs. Van Tooker is going to let me
smoke a cigarette out here before I
follow you."
Quick to catch the meaning. Con
tent lovingly encircled Bessie's waist
with her arm and drew her into the
music room. As soon as they disap
peared he carefully brushed the
crumbs from the offending plate, and
before Elinor and her mother could
remonstrate carried it to its former
place on the parlor mantel. Christine
took her cue and quickly emptied the
remaining dishes, which were as rap
ly transferred to their places.
As they set the last dish in order and
stood be:ore the fire, Content's soft
alto floating out to them from the
music room, the Van Tooker counte
nance was so thoroughly toftued and
penitent that Harold ventured to re
turn to an old subject.
"The house is already furnished," he
said, "and I have decided to 3-ield to
you. You shall have all the china
you want in the parlor."
"I think I have lost my taste for
china." she replied, "and I too will
make a concession. I believe you are
right about some thing-s. Harold dear,
but we must ask for mamma's bread
plate for a souvenir." Kate Field's
Washington.
A Legend of the Pansy.
A pretty fable about the pansv is
current among French and Germi
children. The flower has five petals
ana hve sepals, in moat pansies, es
pecially of the earlier and less highly
developed varieties, two of the petals
are plain in color, and three are gay.
The two plain petals have a single
sepal, two of the gay petals have a
sepal each, and the third, which is the
larg-est of all, lias two sepals. The
fable is that the pansy represents a
family, consisting of husband and
wife and four daug-hters, two of the
latter being- step-children of the wife.
The plain petals are the step-children,
with only one ehaii; the two small,
gay petals are the daughters, with a
chair each, and the large gay petal ia
the wife, with two chairs. To find the
father one must strip away the petals
urtil the stamens and pistils are bare.
They have a fanciful resemblance to
an old man with a flannel wrap about
hi neck, his shoulders upraised and
his feet in a bath-tub. The story ia
probably of French origin, because
the French call the pansy the step
mother. Household Macrazine.
pr-Teal fJeltt Ten ce n Is perhead IFt hose
who wish to have such work done will
PERSONAL AND LITERARY.
The very latest literary novelty in
France is a story written by collabora
tion, and printed in two kinds of type
so that the reader may see at a glance
which author he is perusing.
Mr. Kipling is beginning to take a
deep interest in dairying, a Vermont
correspondent says. Everj- morning he
milks but that'6 an udder story, as
Uudyard himself would remark.
The prime minister of Victoria, Sir
James Patterson, who has just been
recognized in the queen's list of birth
day honors, is one of the most promi
nent of the statesmen in Australia. He
has been in Victoria ever since he was
attracted there by the gold fever fifty
years ag-o.
Levi I. Morton wears four wigs a
month, graded &o that each one is a
shade long-er than the other. It is said
that any recommendation from an ac
quaintance to the effect that he should
get his hair cut always touches a soft
and receptive spot in the ex-vice-presidential
heart.
Baron de Hirsch finds little excite
ment in racing. He never bets, the en
tire management of his horses is left
to Lord Marcus Beresford, and every
penny won is distributed among- the
London charities. The prince of Wales'
horses are trained in the same stable
as those of Baron de Hirsch.
Prof. Morris, at the head of the
chemical department
of Cornell uni- 1
versity, commenced work as a nreman
on the New York Central railroad. He ,
was advanced to le engineer, and then '
made up his mind to get an education, j
which he finally accomplished and ;
graduated with honor at Union college, j
Mr. Albert B. Wenzell, the popular :
illustrator, was born in 1S04 at Detroit, j
Mich. He himself says that his parents 1
were "wealthy, but respectable." His j
art education was had in Munich and !
Paris. He now resides, with his wife :
and children, at Flushing-, Long island. I
2rlr. Wenzell's woman-type is almost as j
well known as is Mr. Du Maurier's. !
A bust of Rev. Francis Henry Cary ;
has just leen placed in the library of
the British museum, where Mr. Cary .
was keeper of printed books from 1326 ,
to 183S. He is best known as the trans- 1
lator of Dante and the intimate friend
of Charles Lamb, who addressed some :
of his best letters to him, and dined
with him at Montague house for many
years.
Countess de Gasparin, who died re
cently at Rivag-e near Geneva, was the
author of the notable book, "The
Near and the Heavenly Horizon." The'
English translation has now passed
through its thirty-third thousand.
is the most readable and inspiring- ot
all the books on the subject- The
countess was eighty-one at the time of
her death.
Zangwill, author of "The King of
Schnovrers,"and other recent successes,
strikingly resembles the late Lord Bea
consfield in appearance. He is tall and
thin, with a Napoleonic nose and large,
expressive, brewn eyes. A very hard
worker, he rarely accepts any of the
invitations which are showered on him.
On his infrequent appearances in socie
ty, however, he is lionized by both
sexes: and each mail brings him dozens
of letters from the fair sex, from all
parts of the world, confic'ing- their in
tense admiration, even love, for him.
HUMOROUS.
"Has your son taken up anything
new in school this year?" Mamma
"Yes; he's studying his vaccinated
arm." Inter-Ocean.
Every small boy whose barbering
is done by his mamma will readily un
derstand why Sampson lost all his pluck
after Mrs. S. had given him a hair cut.
Boston Transcript.
In the Honeymoon. She "I made
those biscuits myself, love: what do
think of them?" He (confidently)
"My mother never made better ones.
Detroit Free Press.
"You are nothing but a big bluff,
remarked the river to the bank. "Is
that so?" retorted the bank. "If I take
a notion to come down on you, your
name will be mud." Indianapolis Jour
nal. Employer (finding his clerk asleep
at the desk) "Look here, Meyer, you
can clear out at the month-end." Clerk
(porvishlj) "Well, you needn't have
wakened me so soon for that!" Darf
barbier. Sawyer "How do you suppose
Know-all amuses himself at his store
since he gave up advertising." eenyer
"I give it up. How?" Sawyer "By
pickincr the flies from the fly paper and
using- the paper over again." South
Boston News.
Rev. B. Fay Mills is expected to
supply the pulpit of the Fourth Pres
byterian church of Albany for a year
to come. It is understood that he does
not abandon his work as an evang-elist
by entering upon this more permanent
service for a season.
Bibbs (meditatively) "I suppose if
they should happen some of these days
to elect a g-enuine farmer to the presi
dency that" Bobbs "That what?"
Bibbs "That the ship of state would
then be steered by the tiller of the
soil." Buffalo Courier.
Lover, singing (?) "'Come where
my love lies dre-a-m-ing-,'" etc. OM
Man "If you're addressing- my darter
Hannah youTI find her dreamin' down
to the dance with Si Perkins. Come
round "bout half-past one. She and N
orter git back by that time." Judge.
Repartee. "How's bnsin;ss?" asked
the fresh humorist, as he lay on the
marble slab in the Turkish bath. "Bus
iness is Russian," said the solemn-faced
attendant, as he turned on the steam,
nud in a moment the hollow laugh of
the jester was lost in the fog. Brook
lyn Esgle.
A New Litany. From tailors' bills,
doctors" pills, sudden chills and other
ills deliver m. From want of gold,
wives that scold, maidens old and by
sharper '"sold" deliver us. From seedy
coats, protested notes, sinking boats
and illegal votes deliver us. From
modest girls, with waving curls and
teeth ot jrl wall, never mind. N.
V. ".' i'i
Targe number of.ij &r 9 cio were near
thecrossing s, vfY tLe acci-
FOR YOUNG PEOPLE.
SUGAR-PLUM TOWN.
tttl, Suar-Plum towa Is a wonderful place 1
Of Taffy Its roads are made:
and every pavement oa every street
Is with Caramels neatly laid.
Tou enter the town by Crem-Soda lake.
On a bridgro made of Chocolate-Block.
And the Muple-Crcam street, from the bridge,
leads you straight
To the Palace on Peppermint liock.
Tla a beautiful place, with Marsh-Mallow
walls, '
And columns of Lemon and Rose,
ad a garden ot Crystallized Cherries and
Pears
Where a Fountain of Lemonade flows.
There's a Chocolate Guard with a Liquorice
Stick.
. But the poor little fellow can't fight:
There's a Pink Sugar Kitten that can't even
scratch.
And a Doggie that really can't bite.
But a Toll-Keeper stands at the bridge, and he
says:
'You will please hand me over my due
Before you can enter; then you may commence
At the bridge and just eat your waf
through!"
Claudia Tharin, in Youth's Companion.
SAVED BY HIS DOG.
I ram Story of a Little Boy and Ills Noble
Canine Friend.
A great many years ago, on a large
sailing ship, going from England to
China, there was a little boy five years
old. He was with his parents and thty
had a large doer named Bobby. This
child and Bobby had grown up to
gather, and although it was a very
long journed for a dog, they were all
bo fond of him that they could not
leave him at home in England. Bobby
had the range of the ship, and he and
the child used to play together on the
deck and have great fun with the
sailors.
Everything went on well until they
came near the Cape of Good nope.
Then one day about sunset the wind
rose and the ship began to roll violent
ly from side to side. The little boy
and Bobby were on deck as usual.
Suddenly the ship gave a tremendous
lurch and the child fell overboard.
Bobby was not far behind; he went
over the side like a shot, after his play
fellow. One of the sailors gave the alarm and
In a minute the crew was in a state of
BOBBT AXD IIIS JIASTEB.
wild excitement. The sailors got down
a boat as quickly as they could, but it
was now quite dark and neither dog
nor child could be seen. They heard a
faint splashing, however, and pulled
toward the sound, and there was
Bobby with the child in his mouth.
They were both nearly dead wben
they were dragged into the boat, and
faithful Bobby sank down into the
bottom of it quite out of breath. The
men rowed back to the ship and the
child was given to his mother, who
took him down into her cabin. Bobby
went too. He would not stir from his
aide, but Ucked the boy's little cold
hands and feet till warmth came back
to them. Then, when the boy had
alien asleep Bobby lay down and
slept too.
You may be sure that Bobby was the
hero of the ship after this. Every one
petted and made much of him, but it
did not hinder them from playing a
very cruel and thoughtless trick, and
one which was very nearly the death
of the poor animal. When the ship
reached the cspe the child and his par
ents went ashore in a boat, and Bobby
was held back on the ship to see what
he would do. The poor dog was nearly
frantic. He struggled and fought, but
they would not let him go until a small
flag was held up as a signaL Then
they loosed him, and Bobby dashed
over the sidf? and swam as fu.st as he
could after the boat- lie had got atout
half the distance, when they hos.rd him
give a loud, shrill howl of distress.
They saw a Hash of white in the water.
A shark was following the dog, and
there seemed no hope of saving him
from the shark's cruel teeth.
The child screamed: "Oh, save poor
Bobby! Save dear Bobby!" His father
had a gun with him and the boat
waited till the shark came ' in ranre.
Then he fired and killed it and Bobby
was saved. They dragg-ed the dog into
the boat. lie was nearly lifeless with
fright and hard swimming, and the
sailors on board the ship and the men
in the boat shouted, and every one
cheered Bobby. Atlanta Constitution.
There Was One Step Store.
The story is told of Gen. Steadman
that during the thickest of the fight at
Chiekamaug-3 he rushed up to a re
treading brigade and shouted:
'"Face about, boys! We must hold
this point."
"But, general," objected an officer,
"we have done everything that man
ton do "
"What! Sferything?" cried the gen
aral "You haven't died yet:"
Karly and Lcto.
Go to be;l early wsilie up with Joy
Go to bej late cross girl or boy.
Oo to bf d early ready for play;
Ga to dki late mopinrr nil day.
9o to birt early no piins or ills;
o to bl late doctors end piils.
. MT. S. Iiced. ia St. Nleholaa
Sbrllj After the Interview.
"We. 7aa met the enemy," said the
lion, lick-'xig- his chops, "and he ia ia
cur mi. It L" Chicago Tribune.
The JotJRXt needs all the money
that ia its due on subscrip-
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IN CASE OF DROWNING.
Bulea Which If Carefully Followed Kay
Often Save a Life.
Every boy and every grown person
for that matter ought to know how to
restore a half drowned companion to
consciousness and life. Boys go in
swimming in groups usually, and if
one goes beyond his depth or becomes
exhausted it is an easy matter for an
other boy to effect his rescue. When
he has got the apparently lifeless body
THE FIRST H9TIOS.
to the water's edge, however, death,
has more than once followed because
nobody knew the right thing to do and
no doctor was within quick reach. Here
are a few simple rules from the New York
Times that any boy or girl of twelve or
fourteen can understand and which
should be carefully read over and
learned. It may mean a life some day,
boys yours or another's.
Drowning, you know, is suffocation;
the lungs fill with water and there is
no room for air. So the first thing is
to turn the body on its face, and then
by rolling it back and forth over any
thing which will lift the chest off the
ground, spill out as much water from
the mouth and nose as possible. A
barrel is a good thing, but a barrel is
not on every shore, and another boy's
back held in the leap-frog position
will do.
Then put the finger down the throat
and try to get out more water. If the
unconscious boy still shows no sign of
breathing, artificial respiration or imi
tation breathing- should be begun. This
is a very simple thing to do when you
have once learned how.
Put the boy on his back with a couple
of jackets made into a roU and put
under him to raise his chest up, with
head hanging over as in the picture.
Then kneeling at the head, bring the
boy's elbows almost tog-ether just be
low the chest. Press firmly and count
two, then spread out the arms to form
a circle, bringing them tog-ether again
over his head and count two more.
Back again to the chest, pressing firm
ly, and counting two each time, keep
ing hold of the boy's arms all of the
time just below the wrist.
Keep this up constantly till the boy
begins to gasp. One boy can relieve
another, as the motion is tiresome, but
be careful the next boy begins jnst
where the other left off, so as not to in
terfere with the movements. Don't be
discouraged if no signs of life appear
after long working. Hours of artificial
breathing have sometimes been passed
before the natural breathing returned.
Of course, this knowledg-e will only
be needed in cases where the doctor or
other person skillful in reviving the
THE 6ECOXTJ MOTTOX.
drowned is not at hand, but every boy
ahould practice the movement till he is
confident, and then, if called upon in
an emergency, if he will be cool and
keep his wits about him. he may have
that highest of aU privileg-es the sav
ing of human life.
THE CHAMELEON SPIDER.
Strange Insect Discovered In Africa by aa
Amcricau Traveler.
T. M. Grimshaw, a gentleman of
Raleigh. S. C, who has traveled exten
sively, has a hobby for collectirg
strange insects and bugs. "Of the
whole assortment," says Mr. Grim
shaw, "I think the Chameleon spider
which I got last summer on the coast
of Africa is the most valuable. The
capture of this insect was highly inter
esting to l?e. One afternoon while
tramping along a dusty road I noticed
in the bushes which grew along the
side what appeared to be a singular
looking white flower with a blue cen
ter. Stopping to examine it. I discov
ered to my astonisment that it was not
a flower at all, but a spider's web, and
that the supposed light blue heart of
the flower was the spider itself, lying
in wait for its prey. The mottled
brown legs of the spider were extended
in such a way as to resemble the di
visions between the petals of a flower.
The web itself. Very delicately woven
into a rosette pattern, was white, and
the threads that auspended it from the
bushes were so fine as to be amost in
visible. The whole thing had the ap
pcaranee of being suspended in the
air upon a stem concealed beneath.
Upon knocking the spider from his
perch into the white gauze net which
I carried, my surprise was greatly in
creased upon seeing my captive in
stantly turn in colors from blue to
white. I shook the net, and again the
spider changed color, this time its body
becoming a dull greenish brown. As
often as I would shake the net, just so
often would the spider change its
color, and I kept it up until it had as
sumed about every hue of the rainbow.
Cat fulls Its Arhlnr Tooth.
A correspondent of a Scottish coun
try weekly tells a story of a cat which
somehow had the toothache, turoisd
surgeon and extracted the offending
grinder. The cat was one day ob
served to be conducting itself like a
creature demented, jumping in the air,
rolling about and rushing in and out
of the house. Next he took to "clawing-"
his jaws, and lastly brought out a
tooth, which was found to be so far de
cayed as to be quite hollow.
Charlie's Way (lot of It. '
Charlie was uf raid to be out in the
night, even with his parents. Once
when they were all going out he said:
"Mamma, please put a Teil over my
face to keep the dark out." N. Y.
Tertiser.
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