v
FOILEWAENED.
Family Resemblance That
Brought About a Wedding.
tOTTVI T II -
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that Uncle
George could
not come till
later in the
day, M r s .
Elliott was
kind enough
to insist that
I should fro to
lunch. And I
enjoyed my
self extreme
ly not only
at lunch, but
also while
Adelai d e
showed me round the picture-gallery
afterwards. Adelaide was really en
chanting; tall, 6tately yet slender, pale
vith relief of delicate rose. I had
tugt Adelaide once or twice before, and
the second time had been unnecessary;
wherefore this third was an oppor
tunity. We were alone in the picture-gallery.
I had just thrown the cigarette,
which had been graciously allowed to
me, out of the window, and (seeing'
that we were, as I say, alone) I wa s
just about to But suddenly Ade
laide spoke.
"Do you see that picture?'
"What, the fat old lady?"
"Yes, the fat old lady," said Adelaide,
laughing. "It's mamma's sister, Lady
llamlyn."
"Oh, I beg- pardon," I murmured. "I
took her for a more remote relative."
Adelaide threw her charming head
back and surveyed Lady llamlyn.
"Mamma always says," she observed,
'that Aunt Lucia was exactly like
what I am now, when she was a girl."
I started violently.
'Oh, it's prepost " I began, but
the word fell unfinished. 1 drew near
to Lady Ilamlyn's portrait.
"The features are juit the same."
observed Adelaide. "And that sort of
cotaplexion gets "
"Deeper," I put in, pleading for a
merciful word.
"Yes, deeper. And I believe Aunt
Lucia was a very slim girl; thinner
than I am, even."
I was silent now; not in indigna
tion, but in speechless recognition of
irresistible, mournful truth.
"I daresay you don't see the like
ness," said Adelaide, archly. "But the
family does."
Alas! I did; even as the family did.
"Do you see the likeness?" asked
Adelaide, with the slightest hint of
uneasiness in her tone.
"There there's a look," said I, apol-
cyetically.
Adelaide looked at me, and then at
Lady Ilamlyn's portrait. But I could
not meet Adelaide's eye, nor now, for
the matter of this, Lady Ilamlyn's
either.
"Just a look," I repeated, grail tily.
'I wish I could deny it altogether."
There was a pause. Then Adelaide
said, tentatively:
"I don't call her bad looking1 for an
old lady, do you?"
'she looks gooa-naturedv 1 man-
aped to gasp.
"Oh! that means you think her very
ugly;" and Adelaide turned a shoulder
on me in high dudgeon.
"Not ugly!" I cried; "but rather "
"Well, Mr. Danby?"
"Rather rather stout and and "
"Well. Mr. Danby?"
"Homely," I murmured, stealing a
furtive, fearfal glance at Adelaide.
There was a long silence. Then
Adelaide said very coldly:
"Do you care to see any more pic
tures, Mr. Danby?"
"Not for the world," I cried, impul
sively.
We walked out of the gallery in
gloomy silence. I was enraged at my.
self fall of sorrow for the wounded
'DO IOC BEE THE LIKENESS
pride which was evidently oppressing
Adelaide full of resentment against
that unconscionable old lady, who had
her portrait painted with the express
object (so I accused her) of spoiling
my romantic dreams.
"What did she want to be painted
for?" I exclaimed petulantly, as we
reached the door which led into the
garden.
Adelaide said nothing at all. She
Lent her face turned away from me.
The tension of our uncomfortable
attitude to one another so different
from what it had been when we en
tered the gallery was happily relieved
by th approach of Mrs. Elliott. I saw
a question in Mrs. Elliott s eye, and I
avoided her eve. as I had avoided
Adelaide's eye and Lady namlyn's
eye. I knew that we had not beensent
round th picture gallery together for
nothing.
"Well, Mr. Danby, I hope you like
our pictures?" said my hostess.
"They are delightful," I answered.
I'm so graieful to Miss Elliott for
showing them to me."
I could hardly have put it more un
fortunately. Adelaide shot a glance
of angry scorn at me. "I know you're
g ratefuL" the glance said.
ttw.- waot aa iini -r-r- t -m e- tt
wlQin honor is due,
"The one of mv sister has onlv Inst !
come. e consider it so like Addie.
'It's not the " I began desperately.
but Adelaide was too quick.
"Mr. Danby was immensely struck
with the likeness," said she, with an '
icy air.
"He saw it, did he?" cried Mrs.
Elliott, apparently much pleased.
"But really everybody must, I think."
"Then why don t you burn the
wretched thing?" was on the tip of
my tongue, when Mrs. Elliott most
luckily prevented its utterance by cry
ing; "Why, here comes Sir George.
Earlier than he said! How delight
ful!' Across the broad lawn, slowly com
ing towards us, was Uncle George'e
heavy broad figure. He had the gout.
poor old man, and walked leaning on
a stick.
"Poor old chap, he doesn't get any
younger," I observed, chiefly in order
to cover Adelaide's frozen silence.
Mrs. Elliott put up her double
glasses and surveyed Uncle George's
approaching figure. She took a long,
critical, exhaustive view of Uncle
George. Then she turned and looked
at me with some particularity.
"Well," she observed, drawing a
Ion j breath, "talk about likenesses!"
I was inclined to implore her to
choose aDy other topic uuder heaven,
but I could not do so while Adelaide
stood by.
"Talk about likeness!" said Mrs.
Elliott. "Addie is like her aunt, no
doubt"
"All right, mamma. Mr. Danby
knows that now," came suddenly (and,
if I may be allowed the word, snap
pishly) from Adelaide.
"But it's nothing, absolutely noth
ing, compared with your likeness to
Sir George, Mr. Danby."
I'or the second time I started
violently.
'My likeness to Uncle George!" I
cried.
"Why, my dear Mr. Danby, it's al
most ludicrous."
Adelaide gave a short laugh. We
stood regarding Uncle George's ap
proaching figure.
"If he were your age, you'd be a9
like as two peas," said Mrs. Elliott in
a-j vn. or, -y, r.j : m.'
OOMLXO TOWARD CS WAS TTXCXE GEORiiE.
a final tone; and with that 6he walked
off to meet Uncle George, leaving
Adelaide and me standing together.
"Do do you see it?" I asked, after a
long pause.
Adelaide is a girl of spirit. She an
swered incisively:
"Have I eyes, Mr. Danby?" And she
has very fine ones.
Iteceiving this answer, I fell again
to studying Uncle George, who stood
leaning on his stick, talking to Mrs.
Elliott.
"I don't call Uncle George by any
means unprepossessing in appearance,"
I observed, as the result of my scru
tiny. Oh. poor old man! How he suffers!"
said Adelaide. "We mustn't think
about his appearance, Mr. Danby."
That was all very well for Adelaide.
I was bound to think about his appear
ance. "Of course, he's rather fat and er
bald, and well red in the face."
"All that's only because of his
health," said Adelaide, not joining is
sue on any point of my description.
"I'm sure he's nice, though."
I looked at Adelaide. I drew a step
nearer to Adelaide.
"Is Lady llamlyn nice?" I asked.
Adelaide made no reply; but, look
ing stilL I saw her lips curve ever so
slightly.
"And after all, she can't help her
looks," I said, compassionately.
"No more can poor Sir George," con
ceded Adelaide.
"They would make a funny old pair,
wouldn't they?" said L
"Oh, I can't imagine it!" cried Ade
laide. "Can't you?" I asked.
"No, I can't," said she, with mighty
determination.
"But suppose he had met her when
she was young and like you'.'"
"Oh, she wouldn't have looked at
him," protested Adelaide.
"But suppose," I persisted, "that he
had been young also, and "
"Like you?"' asked Adelaide, with a
lift of ner lashes.
"What would have happened then?"
"I I don't know," murmured Ade
laide. It was some moments later that I
observed:
"You're not a bit like her really, yoo
know."
"And mamma's very absurd aboul
you and Sir George," said Adelaide.
Well, we shall see some day. And
then we shan't know! Black and!
White.
An Appropriate Title.
"Some day," said the morose man, "1
am going to write a book. I'm going
to make a record of my wasted op
portunities; a compilation of tb
things I should have done and didn't
do."
"What will its title be?"
"H'm'm. 1 hadn't thought of that I
guess 1 11 call it my ought-to biog
raphy." Washington Star.
The word bumper, signifying
drink or pledge, was originally a toasl
to the pope in Roman Catholic court
tries, drunk in a full glass just aftei
dinner au Bon Per.
-wtrTpaxioir hot mcK-neaa
i i nin I ..W jrt -1 . Ami .
AN INDIAN'S GREAT FEAT.
A Medicine Man Whose Arrows NeTcr Re
turned to i:rth.
narrv Kellar, the magician, tells of
a singular feat which he witnessed in
the Rosebud agency, in South Dakota,
several years ago, which was as won
derful in its way as anything related
of the east. Among other things of
note among the tribe who were pointed
out to the party was a morose, rather
flabby-looking Indian, the high priest,
or medicine man, of the Ogallallas.
The magician endeavored to secure an
interview with him, but the old mar.
was silent and unapproachable. At
last, after obtaining the friendly in
tercessions of the chief, lied Cloud, the
party made its way to the medicine
man's wigwam and drew him forth.
"It was evening," said Kellar. "The
sun had set, and the Indian village
stood forth in the white light of a full
moon. The medicine jnan heard our
petition in silence, and then, without a
word, took down a beautifully-fashioned
bow which hung from his tent
pole. He selected carefully seven finely-finished
arrows, the shafts of which
were of wood and the points of flint.
The old man examined his weajwns
closely, and then strode out on the
prairie a short distance, followed a lit
tle in the rear by our party. It was
bright moonlight, and a practiced eye
could readily follow his movements.
"Drawing an arrow to the head of
his bowstring and looking up a mo
ment into the sky, as if to locate the
exact spot which he wished to pierce,
he let go the powerful bow. The ar
row went swift and straight into the
air, so perfectly perpendicular that it
seemed as if in its return it would al
most fall up:n the very head of the
archer. We tried in vain to follow its
court-e, and as we waited for the whis
tle of the returning arrow a percepti
ble smile crept over the old man's face.
After waiting several minutes he dis
patched a second shaft after the first,
in exactly the same manner and toward
exactly the same point. We waited in
suspense and still there was no indica
tion of the return of either.
"The third, fourth, fifth and sixth
shafts were drawn from his quiver and
dispatched at intervals. When he had
sho. them all the medicine man un
strung his bow and leaned upon it
thoughtfully. A glance at my watch
showed me that fully fifteen minutes
had elapsed since he had shot the first
arrow, and not one of them had re
turned to earth so far as I could tell.
We waited five minutes more, and the
old man returned to his tepee.
"I followed, but the old man had dis
appeared. I waited for a long time,
hoping that through the use of money
I could obtain his secret. But he did
not return any more than did his mys
terious arrows. The only explanation
I could ever give for this really re
markable performance was one sug
gested to me by a friend. The Indians
have long known the existence of mag
netic iron ore. and have used their se
cret among themselves for the per
formance of a number of feats. My
friend suggested that the hollow cen
ter pole of the medicine man's tepe was
made of magnetic iron, and that the
old man was an archer of 6uch won
derful accuracy that he was able to di
rect his shafts one after another, so
that upon their return to earth, unseen
in the pale moonlight, they buried
themselves in the ground, at the bot
tom of the center pole, swerved, it
might be, a few inches by the magnetic
attraction.
"Unfortunately this suggestion was
made to me after my opportunity for
examination had gone by, and the old
archer's performance is still to me a
profound mystery. There is nothing
very improbable though in the sugges
tion, provided that no wind was blow
ing at the time. I have seen Indian
archers at a long distance drive an ar
row into a mark and then split this ar
row with a seeond repeatedly." N. Y.
Herald.
SAMOANS ON SUNDAY.
Hollow Los rned as Hells to Call the
Worship rs.
On Sunday mornings the church
members file down the street to the
church dressed in their finest apparel,
all manner of costumes being visible.
The swells wear in addition to their
lova-lava a white shirt, collarless and
flapping unrestrainedly in the breeze.
The women wear their best mother
hubbard of brightest color and perch
on the top of their heads hats of a
fashion obsolete in Noah's time.
The chimes of bells used to call the
members to service are very unique.
As a substitute for bell metal hollow
logs are used. Each village hasalarge
one dug out of some great tree, with
natural partitions left in each end to
form benc's. The aperture is long
and narrow, and the bell is rung
by -striking the edges in a peculiar
manner with a short, heavy club,
producing a dull booming sound that
can be heard a long distance. The
large bell is sounded for worship
Thursdaj-s, Saturdays, Sundays and
the first day of each month. In addi
tion to the large bell the village has
several small ones, dug out of small
logs of varying sizes, producing differ
ent tones. These are held in one hand
and struck with a small hardwood
stick; the performers marching about
the village and drumming a time as s
call to worship. Small children play
these, bnt it requires a certain knack
to sound large ones. Churches are
built of eoral rocks and bowlders laid
in plaster made of burned coral; they
have low open windows and doors. A
good share of the congregation make
their entrance and exit through the
windows. Thess little churches have
sugar-cane thatched roofs and are lo
cated, some of them, on the extreme
points of the beach. N. Y. Advertiser.
Her Second Thought.
"Is vour Vienna bread fresh?" aclro1
i Mrs. McBride of the baker, but before
he could reply she added: "How stupid
j of me. to be sure? Of course, it couldn't
be very fresh, for it takes about ten
j . - trz
uajtt iu t.uiuc Hum t leans, x ou may i
give me two loaves." j
The baker gave her the stalest he I
had Yoj-ue.
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THE VALUE OF FORESTS.
Their Destruction Hring Disaster I'pon
the Country.
Not only do trees modify climatic
conditions and tend to purify the air,
more particularly in the neighborhood
of large towns, but experience shows
that they have also a very valuable
economic influence on the growth of
vegetation. Among other things, Mr.
Nisbet tells us that the Russian famin
of 1S02 is attributed largely to the ab
sence of trees. Frof. Geffeckin de
clares that the principal cause of the
dearth was the drought during the
spring and summer of 1S92, and this
absence of rain was greatly due to the
absence of trees. The area formerly
covered with timber was enormous;
but with the abolition cf serfdom and
the introduction of railwa3s, the woods
were abandoned to speculators, and no
one thought of replanting. Too late
hns the government issued a law for
the protection of forests. Such a de
vastation, going on for twenty years,
nt only exhausts a source of wealth
but has also other bad consequences.
When the country is deprived of its
trees the earth is dried and crumbles
from the hills; the water coming down
from heaven can-not be kept back, as
is the case with the woods, which act
as a sponge, but rushes in torrents in
to the rivers and disappears into the
sea; and the consequence is a gradual
diminution of the fertility of the soil
and the disappearing of numerous
brooklets and small rivers. The black
soil region of Russia was formerly
hedged in by a belt of trees, which
sheltered it from the desert winds and
increased the humidity of the climate.
The forests no longer exist, the black
soil is often scourged by de
vastating blasts from the steppe
and not infrequently baked by
prolonged droughts. Many writ
ers who have visited Russia agree that
the main cause of the recent famine
was tre denudation of the land of its
trees. American investigations prove
that, though the influence upon the
general climate which depends upon
cosmic causes can with reason be ex
pected from a forest cover, yet local
modifications of climatic conditions
may be anticipated. These modifica
tions, if they exist, are of great prac
tical value, for upon them depend suc
cess or failure in agricultural pursuits
and comfort or discomfort of life with
in the given cosmic climate. The same
conditions prevail with reference to
forest influences upon overflow, which
can exist only as local modifications of
water conditions, which are due, in the
first place, to climatic, geologic and
topographic conditions. N. Y. Ledger.
BRUIN WAS MEEK.
A Black Bear Versus an I'mbrella Plus a
Woman.
now much danger is there to the
pound in a wild black bear when you
meet him in his haunts, accidentally
and at close quarters? Mrs. M. F.
Latham, wife of mine host at Oak
Lodge, on the Indian river peninsula
(Brevard County, Fla.) can tell you ex
actly. There is a cleared trail leading
from this same lodge-in-a-vast-wilder-ness
to the beach, half a mile away.
It runs through a dense and fearfully
tangled jungle of cabbage palmetto,
live-oak, and saw palmetto which
forms a living wall on each side of the
trail.
About twelve months ago, Mrs. La
tham was returning from the beach
alone, and armed with an umbrella.
When just a quarter of a mile from this
very porch, she heard the rustling of
some animal coming toward her through
the saw palmettos. Thinking it must be
a racoon, she quickly picked up a chunk
of palmetto wood, and held it ready to
whack Mr. Coon over the head the in
stant he emerged. All at once, with a
mighty rustling, out stepped a big
black bear within six feet of her! The
surprise was smutual and profound.
Naturally Mrs. La:ham was scared,
but not out of her wits, and she de
cided that to run would be to invite
pursuit and possibly attack. She stood
her ground and said nothing, and the
bear rose on his hind legs to get a bet
ter look at her, making two or three
feints in her direction with his paws.
Feeling that she must do something,
Mrs. Latham pointed her umbrella at
the bear, and quickly opened and
closed it two or three times. "Woof!"
said the bear. eTurning about he
plunged into the palmettos and went
crashing away, while the lady ran
homeward as fast as she could go. So
much for the "savage and aggressive"
disposition of the black bear. W. T.
Hornaday, in St. Nicholas.
Flower of the Holy Spirit.
A dainty flower is appropriately
named the "Flower of Holy Spirit,"
the "Espirita Santo" of the Spaniards,
who discovered it in Panama in 126.
In its native soil it blooms naturally
from July to September, but further
north only erratically. Out of twenty
plants owned by one man in Philadel
phia only one has flowered this year;
but in many respects this one is still
rarer, as the flowers have been pure
white, whereas a slight tinge, approach
ing purple, appears on the inner side
of the leaves in the form of minute
specks. The flow is -one and .one-half
inches across, almost globose, and the
spikes of the plant grow to a height of
three feet. It is an orchid, "Peristeria
Elata," of the rarest variety, and each
year casts out new bulbous roots, from
which the following year's plant
grows. It is commmly called the Holy
Ghost Plant, and produces in the center
of the flower, in place of stamens, a
ilear representation of the head and
breast of a dove, with outstretched
svings and a tiny yellow beak. Phila
delphia Times.
She Wanted a Clnrh.
"Are you certain that you love me?"
"I am." "But are you sure that you
are certain?" N. Y. Press.
"What made you borrow that five
dollars of Grabbers when you had
plenty of money with you?" "I wanted
to be sure I'd meet him when we went
tip to the city. Inter-Ocean.
number of 'a&Sb 'liowerenear
FOR YOUNG PEOPLE.
A LITTLE HOUSEMAID.
Wanted a little housemaid.
Just to help mamma to-day;
Hair tusked neatly In a braid.
Aproned, capped and smiling gay
Here sho comes as prompt and neat
Am a household fairy sweet 1
Chairs In every round and chink
Shall be dusted perfectly;
Hearth swept clean, before you think
Baby's scattered toys will be
Quickly put away la place
Iiy this fairy household grace.
Then she has her wages paid
Promptly every penny, too
Trusty, winsome little maid I
She gets paid in coin so true
Praises, kisses, loving words.
Till she's happy as the birds I
Lulu Curran. in Good Housekeeping.
BILLY'S LESSON.
&d Ills Teacher Is His Neighbor's Water
Ppaniel.
Tommy Leigh and Billy Connor
were neighbors. That is, they lived
quite near each other. Tommy was
eight and Billy was tea years old. I
am sorry to say they were not alike.
Tommy was warm-heated and kind,
while Billy was not always so. But
this excuse must be made for Billy; he
had no mother to teach him right from
wrong, so his bad little nature often
ran away with him. But I will teU you
what set him to thinking he would do
better.
One morning Tommy rescued a little
dog, to whose tail Billy tied an old
milk-can "to see him go," as he told the
boys and girls standing by to enjoy the
cruel sport.
He was very angry at Tommy for
spoiling the fun, and a little while
after, feeing Tommy's kitten sunning
itself on the porch, he caught her up
and ran with her under his jacket out
of the village toward the mill pond
with Rover, Tommy's water spaniel,
close at his heels.
The cruel boy had a small bag in his
pocket and put the kitten into it, Ro
ver all the time looking on and whin
ing, as if to say: "What are you doing
with my pet, you bad boy!"' for the kit
ten was Rover's playmate and he loved
her dearly. But Billy did not heed the
pleading look, and with a toss, threw
the bag out into the pond.
But Billy tried to throw so far that
he lost his balance and fell off the bank
into the pond. It was not very deep
near the shore, and Tommy, who hao-
! pened to walk by just then, helped him
: up the steep bank.
I In the meanwhile Rover had plunged
; in after the kitten. The bag did not
sink very far, and, grasping it in his
mouth, Rover swam with it to the
other shore. There he laid it down,
and with his sharp teeth quickly tore
open the bag. He began to lick and
fondle the poor little kitten, that, wet
! and cold, mewed sadly.
j Billy sat down on a stone. Some
thing maybe it was Rover's reproach
ful eyes told him that he had done a
cruel act. ne tried to watch the dog,
but he could not see for the quick tears
that would keep coming, though he
winked fast and wiped his eyes with
his jacket sleeve.
! By and by Rover took the way slowly
home, his little pet following him. 6till
' wet and much ruffled. Then Billy went
; home, too. 'Waiting by the corner of
the lane, he caught the kitten as she
j came along and dried her wet fur on
! his rough jacket. Then he carried her
i to a sunny corner by the hedge to doze.
Do you know what Rover taught
Billy that morning? Mrs. Christine
Stevens, in Our Little Ones.
LITTLE WOODLN CHAIN.
How a
Handy Boy Can Make One Cos-
talnlnr; Twenty-Four Links.
A pretty experiment, which boys
with a knack for carpentering wiU
find interesting, is the making of a
chain out of a single block of wood.
This is how the feat is accomplished.
This diagram almost explains itself:
Take a piece of very soft wood, one
inch square by six inches long. Out of
THE WOODEN LISKS.
this cut a piece like that shown in Fig.
2, then mark off the links as shown in
Fig. 3. Hold this piece sidewise and
cut out the darker portions shown in
the illustration. Do the same thing on
the other side of the piece. A small
bit of wood will be left between each
of the links. Cut through this and
they will loosen. Round out the pieces
and sandpaper them down. The illus
tration shows only three links, but a
chain of about twenty-four links can
be made easily, and it will serve many
useful purposes.
The Small Boy's Paradise.
Small boys who cannot resist the
temptation to make predatory excur
sions on neighboring apple orchards
should be transported to the Sandwich
islands, where the apples have become
wild, and where forests of many acres
are found in various parts of the coun
try. They extend from the level of the
sea far up the mountain sides. It is
said that miles of these apple forests
can occasionaUy be seen. A traveler is
responsible for the statement that the
extent of one of them is between five
and ten miles in width and about twen
ty miles long.
Nowadays.
It doesn't matter so much
Whether he's tn the style.
Or whether he's Irish, Welsh, or Dutch.
Provided he's made hla pile.
Chicago Tribune.
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SIRRAH WAS FAITHFUL.
How a Sheep Doe Took Care of frerea
Hundred Lambs.
Yon often hear a great deal about
dogs destroying sheep, fend some per
sons would like to kill all the dogs in
the country. That is very foolish, be
cause the dog is really the sheep's best
friend, and if, instead of hating dogs,
each farmer would get a good one to
look after his flock they would be quite
safe. He would not let any strange,
bad, fierce dog hurt the sheep that were
in his charge.
Such a brave and faithful animal
was Sirrah. He lived in Scotland a
good many years ago, a coUie of the
best and purest breed, and as hand
some as he was intelligent. He had &
beautiful white frill and the clearest,
most honest and affectionate hazel
eyes.
Now, Sirrah held a post of great re
sponsibility. He had to take care of the
lambs. Not of a few lambs, a dozen or
so, but of seven hundred. Just think
how hard it would be to count seven
hundred lambs! But that was what he
had to do. He was expected to keep
watch of aU and not to lose one.
One very dark, stormy night the
sheep managed to break out of the
fold. No one knew what started them,
but they followed each other, as sheep
will, being very stupid animals, and
before midnight the fold was empty
and -the 6hcep and lambs were scat
tered in three separate parties over the
wide range of hiUs. The shepherd
called Sirrah, who was sleeping after
working hard all day, and started off
with his men. It was pitch dark and
they could not see the dog, but he
knew his duty and went off to look for
his lambs, while the men hunted for
the sheep.
They found them after awhile and
then sought for Sirrah and his charge,
but no trace of them was to be seen.
All night they wandered over the hills,
till finally they turned towards home
in despair, having made up their minda
that the lambs were all lost and that
they 6hould never find them alive, for
there were many steep precipices and
places where they might all have fallen
off and been killed.
It was now getting light. The shep
herd and his men were going slowly
and sadly along, when as they passed
a deep hollow among the hills they
heard a bark. They looked down and
saw some lambs and the dog in front
looking round for help, but still at his
post. Then they did not feel tired
any more, but ran down the side of
the hill, and Sirrah was glad enough
to see them. He came a little way to
meet his master and the look of care
and responsibility left his face.
Not one lamb of the whole seven
hundred was missing, but how they
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had ever been got there, how the dog,
all alone, in the black darkness, had
ever managed to get them all together
and then to bring them Bafely down
the sides of the deep hollow, no one
conld ever telL
Sirrah had been all alone from mid
night till sunrise. He had no one to
help him, and yet aU the shepherds of
the hills could not have done the same
in so short a time. N. Y. World.
A Little American Girl.
Last siimmcr a little girl, ten year
old, living in Indiana, was walking'
across one of the railroad tracks near &
trestle across a deep ravine when sho
discovered that it was on fire. She
knew that it was almost time for a
train to come. She knew that the train
would drop into the ravine if allowed
to cross it. She took off her red flan
nel petticoat and went running up the
track waving her danger-signal. Sho
stopped the train at the curve and
saved it. There were a numbei of
French people on the train going to
the world's fair. These people were so
grateful to this brave little girl that
they, on returning to France, petitioned
that the little girl should receive a
medal of honor. President Carnot or
dered the medal struck off, an.i it was.
sent to the little girL This medal ia
given in Franoe only to those who have
done marked acts of bravery. It is the
medal which France gives her soldiers.
Outlook.
Chicken Surgery in Florida.
A marauding hawk made an attack
on a Lakeland (Fla.) fowl yard, and suo
ceeded in ripping a chicken's craw en
tirely from its body, so that it dragged
on the ground; and also cutting a hole
through the craw, so that it would not
hold food. A day or two afterward the
owner caught it and one of theladiesof
the family performed a surgical opera
tion. The craw was sewed up, the
chicken was soaked in hot water until
the wounded and dry skin was made
elastic again, the craw was restored to
its place, the wound sewed up, and now
that is about the healthiest chicken in
the yard.
A Curiosity Among; Colors.
It is a curious fact that the color of
yeUow, whether it be vegetable or an
imal, is much more permanent than
any other hue. The yellow of a flow
er's petals is the only color known to
botanists that Is not faded or entirely
discharged upon being exposed to the
fumes of sulphurous acid. Take the
riola tricolor (heart's ease) as an illus
tration. If exposed but a mement to
these fumes the purple tint imme
diately takes its flight, and in the
wall-flower the yellow shines aa
brightly as ever after l nlnrf
have fled.
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