0"LY 0E BUCKET A YEAR
BEAUTIFUL WEAVING OF THE
NAVAJO INDIANS.
An Art Which Seema Destined to be
Lost, Chiefly Owing to Laziness or
the Lack of Desire to Accumulate
Wealth.
Tbe Navajo to the most perfect
blanket Neither Ottoman fingers nor
British machines have ever produced
Its peer, and ttala matchless weaving Is
the handiwork, not of some Old World
craftsman, not of a trained heir of civ
ilization bnt of a wild nomad, a dirty
foxy, barbarloDs denlsen of a corner
of tbe Great American Desert
Tbe Navajo Indian of New Mexico
and Arizona cannot rle with the mod
ern Turk m rug, nor with the extinct
Tama In fringes, but when it comes
to blanket be can beat tbe world. Or,
rather, he could for it la nearly a gen
eration since a Navajo blanket of
trietly the first-class has been created.
Here Is a lost art not because the Na
vajos no longer know how, but because
they will no longer take tbe trou
ble. They make thousands of blankets
still thick, coarse, fuzzy things which
are the best camping blankets to be
bad anywhere, and most comfortable
robes. But of tbe superb old ponchos
and zerapes for chiefs those Iron fa
brics woven from vavetia (a Turkish
eloth imported specially for them and
sold at $45 a pound, unravelled by them,
and Its thread reincarnated In an in
finitely better new body), not one has
been woven In twenty years.
The Navajo Is a barbarian, to whom
enough Is an elegant sufficiency. By
weaving the cheap and wretched blan
kets of to-day wretched, that is, as
works of art be can get all the mon
ey he desires. Why, then, toil a twelve
month over a blanket for $500 (which
to more coin than he can Imagine any
how) when a week's work will bring
$3?
The art of the Navajo blanket is as
old as Plymouth Itock and almost as
bigoted. You can tell a genuine just
as far as you can see It. It is a cu
rious fact known to the student that.
When left to himself, the Indian never
blunders In color. It is only when too
long nibbed with our shoddy civiliza
tion and poisoned with the ease and
cheapness of our accursed aniline dyes
that be perpetrates atrocities. Ills eye
for color Is elemental and absolutely
correct Red Is king and no bastard
magenta, mauve, or lake, but true red.
Blue Is good, because It stands for the
sky, and green, because it is the grass;
and yellow for the sun, and white for
the clouds and snow and these are
the only colors found in a strictly Na
vajo blanket. The true old blanket
was as perfect In Its color scheme as
m Ha weaving there are those which
have for seventy-five years done duty
op an adobe floor.
Of coarse, at all times these gems
were comparatively few. Not every
Navajo weaver was a master, and not
so many could afford a blanket whose
thread cost (6 a pound as could stand
the natural wool at 80 cents. But what
baa done most to make the old-time
perfect blanket scarce Is tbe fact that
It was almost Invariably buried with
its owner. In the Christian grave
yards of the Pueblos, In the barbaric
lonely last cuddling places of Navajo
Captams, the vast majority of the per
fect blankets have gone to the worms.
Ponchos not three collections In the
world could match to-day have been
swathed about the corpse and covered
with six feet of earth. New York Sun.
The Philadelphia Record says a de
tective In a well-known retail store of
that city is engaged in the mental pro
cess of kicking himself whenever he
thinks of a certain transaction which
took place last week. At a time of
day when the store was crowded the
detective, who was keeping a sharp
lookout for evil-doers, was approached
by a well-dressed. Intelligent-looking
man, who informed him that he was
employed as detective in another
store, and bad followed a shoplifter
from his firm's store to the present
place, where they would find her at the
glove counter stealing gloves.
"Let her alone," said the strange de
tective, "and when she loads up I will
follow her home, and we can then
make a big haul."
' Consent was given to this plan and
the shop-lifter stole $200 or 9300 worth
of gloves upmolested. Then she went
out, followed by the strange detective.
That was the last ever seen of the
pair, and the store detective wonders
how on earth he was duped so easily.
"Charley," said young Mrs. Torklns,
"when a man Is elected to office does
he become a servant of the people?"
"Yes. In a sense."
"Well, that explains something that
I have always wondered about I see
now why he Is so often called a po
litical boss." Washington Star.
"Henrietta doesn't seem to believe
anything she sees In tbe newspapers,"
said Mr. Meekton thoughtfully.
"It's a good thing not to be too cred
ulous." "Yes; but she goes too far. She
can't even read the advertisement of a
bargain sale without going In person
to find out whether it's true in every
particular." Washington Star.
A small boy after critically survey
ing the new baby, remarked to his
mother: "He's got no teeth and no
hair. He's grandfather's little brother,
ain't he, mar Fun.
TAX ON NAVAL PURBES.
Reasons Why Officials Don't Often
Save Money.
Few officers In the army or navy are
able to save a cent from one year'
end to another. This Is because tre
mendous demands are made on them,
chiefly for social reasons.
Many people believe that the Gov
ernment furnishes naval officers with
their uniforms and living expenses, in
addition to their salaries. This is a
mistake that makes tbe average officer
groan when ha bears It mentioned. As
a matter of fact tbe clothing which an
officer requires to a steady and heavy
drain on his income. In most foreign
countries officers wear their uniforms
exclusively. Not so In this. Here it
Is the custom for them always to ap
pear on shore In civilian's clothes, and
they do so when abroad also. This ne
cessitates the maintenance of two com
plete outfits.
It falls to the lot of the ward-room
mess to do the greater part of the gen
eral entertaining. In the ward room
of every ship of almost all nations
there Is a regularly appointed visiting
committee, whose duty It is to pay of
ficial calls on all foreign ships of war,
as well as those under their own flag.
The officers of cruising ships do their
best to keep up the reputation of rlie
service and the nation and try to ex
tend to the officers and officials of oth
er nations every courtesy and to treat
them with genuine American cordial
ity. Spirituous liquors are not Intro
duced on American ships, so the of
ficers axe confined to tbe use of light
wines In their entertaining. This,
however, does not prevent tbe mess
wine bills from running up to the top
notch, for on board of every American
man-of-war there Is a constant round
of gayety in the ward-room.
The most abused and bothered man
in the ward-room mess when It comes
to entertaining is the caterer, who is
not a hireling, but one of the officers
of the mess, elected each month to do
the catering.
Then tbe officers spend lots of mouej
for curios, and are constantly being
asked to contribute to all kinds of
charities. People go aboard with all
kinds of subscription lists and officers
are expected to contribute, no matter
whether the cause be worthy or un
worthy. Once when an American
cruiser was lying in Turkish waters an
old man came aboard one day. lie
was a sleight-of-hand performer and
had been for so long In the little vil
lage port nearby that aH the inhabi
tants knew bis tricks as well as he did.
He made frantic efforts to get away,
but could not persuade the steamship
people to take him. Hla last hope was
the American ship. He went there,
made a simple, u a varnished request
for the money to pay his passage to a
far distant port which he wished to
make, got ft and left on the next
steamer. New York Sun.
Wind to Aid he Bicycle.
A new bicycle Improvement makes
the cyclist join hands with the wind.
The combination. It is claimed, devel
ops exceedingly high speed. The In
ventor, M. Demange, of Commercy,
France, declares that by bis plan the
cyclist may ride at a speed of from
twelve to fifteen miles an hour with no
exertion at all, except that required in
guiding the machine.
The contrivance Is in form a sort of
a turbine arrangement something like
a gourd hollowed out, cut in gores, and
the gores turned a little on their axes.
This turbine is placed on dual rods,
vertically attached to tbe forward
wheel of the bicycle. A bar projects
from the centre of the handle bars out
ward, and to this is attached the top
of the turbine.
The turbine revolves on its axle and
catches enough wind to give the for
ward wheel an added impetus. No
matter from what direction the wind
blows the turbine catches it and by at
tachment with the hub of tbe front
wheel communicates some of the force
of the wind to the wheel. Tbe turbine
practically neutralizes the effect of a
beam wind.
The twisting of the turbine in its ro
tary motion works on the rods that at
tach It to a rachet wheel, which re
volves aboutthebub of the front wheel.
These rods work up and down like the
piston of an engine, and in that way
accelerate the motion In great degree.
New York Journal.
On February 21, 1806. Gen. Benja
min F. Butler presented to congress
the first genuine American flag, made
of American materials by American
labor, ever constructed In this country.
Prior to that time all American gov
ernment flags bad been made of Eng
lish bunting. Since then all our official
flags have been the product exclusive
ly of American material and labor.
There were twenty-six stars In the flag
at that time. New York Press.
At one of Sara Jones' meetings be
called on all the men who could assert
they never said an unkind word to
their wives to stand. Up got two.
"Now," he said, "all the women who
never spoke an unkind word to their
husbands may rise." Up got six. "Sit
down," Sam cried. "Now, I want the
audience to .pray for these liars!"
Time and The Home.
"I hear that Goldy Is going to take
a company to Cuba and help the insur
gents. He thinks there's rich plunder
in It."
"Doesn't surprise me a bit. 1 found
that he was a free hooter when I asked
him for bis daughter." Detroit Free
Press.
To test diamonds easily, place wax
as the back of the gems. This will
sot affect the brilliancy of good stones,
but will man P
worthless directly.
ALASKA'S NEW OOVIRNOR.
Once a Homeless Waif, Rescued
From the Streets of New York.
The brilliant man, John Green
Brady of Indiana, who has been ap
pointed Governor of Alaska, has had
an Interesting and romantic career.
To the bsst of his knowledge be is a
native of New York city. He never
knew his parents nor the name they
gave him, if any. He grew up a ver
itable street arab In the utmost pov
erty. In 1860 he was sent to Indiana
with a car load of waifs as miserable
as himself.
The car reached Tipton, a county
seat thirty miles north of Indiana,
and a number of the youngsters were
committed to the care of residents.
Judge John Oreen, a prominent citi
zen of the place, called for the "ugliest,
ragged est, and most friendless" in the
lot "Jack," as he was afterward
known, was promptly presented; and,
at first, the Judge, appalled at so much
misery in bulk, was Inclined to go
back on his demand, but finally took
the lad home to Mrs. Green. She was
out of patience with her husband for
his action, but the absolute destitution
of tbe boy appealed to her and she
got down to the real boy by a process
of thorough cleaning. After the ex
amination she, thought she might learn
to like him and Jack's new life began.
He appreciated his home and the
kindness of his benefactors, and dili
gently applied himself to study, prov
ing himself capable and efficient A
course at the public schools was fol
lowed by a year at Waveland Academy
a well-known preparatory institution,
and that by four years at Harvard. He
had determined to be a preacher, and
after he had been graduated at Cam
bridge he was sent by Judge Oreen to
England to pursue his theological
studies. Returning to Tipton in 1876,
the next year he went to Alaska as a
missionary under the auspices of the
Presbyterian Church, and he has since
remained there. His Interest in the
field was not confined to bis mission
ary labors, and in 1881 he visited tbe
States, displaying specimens of its
gold and silver ores, and telling mar
vellous stories of its natural resources,
As a result of his talks there was a
large increase of the population of the
Territory, capitalists and prospectors
being attracted by his enthusiastic de
scriptions. Mr. Brady contributed
largely to the reports of the census of
1890 respecting Alaska and in the Har
rlson Administration served as Com
missioner of the Territory.
A distinguishing feature of much of
the Peruvian pottery Is a long, slim
neck, and nearly every vessel is orna
mented with a figure of some sort har
Ing holes to represent eyes and other
openings. These afford a passage foi
the ah forced out by the liquid when
poured into the vessel. By an Ingen
lous contrivance the air In escaping
produces a sound similar to the cry
of the creature represented. Thus
utensil decorated with two monkeys
embracing each other, on having wa
ter poured into or from it would give
a sound like the screeching of those
animals. One decorated with a bird
would emit bird-like notes, while
mountain cat on one jar would mew,
snakes colled around another would
bbM. One of the most curious of these
figures was that of an aged woman.
When tbe jar was hi use her sobs be
came audible, and tears trickled dowr
her cheeks. Tbe manufacturers seem
to have known all about atmospheric
pressure.
Some time ago Olga Nethersoie.
wishing to give realism to a rehearsal
of Carmen, Insisted In spite of a pro
test from her stage manager, on smok
ing a cigar.
"As tbe author said Carmen was to
smoke a cigar, that is what Carmen
is going to do," declared Miss Nether
sole. The property man snld nothing, but
handed her a big, black Bock.
The actress lighted It, took a puff,
coughed, took a second puff.
Her face grew pale.
With determination she puffed the
third time. But then the cigar was
dropped, and she fled to her dressing
room.
There was no more rehearsing that
day.
That evening and thereafter Carmen
smoked cigarettes. .
The marquis del Carplo Viceroy of
Naples, was once going Into a church
at Madrid, and saw a lady entering
at the same moment who wore an ex
tremely beautiful diamond on a very
ugly hand.
"I should prefer the ring to tbe
hand," said he, with no expectation of
being heard; but she Immediately
touched the collar of bis Order, which
be was wearing, and said:
"I should prefer the halter to tbe
donkey !" Answers.
Little Johnny Pa, why to It they
have that big eagle where the minister
stands In church?
Pa Because, my son, the eagle Is a
bird of prey. When you want to know
anything, always come right to your
pa. Boston Transcript
The King of Siam has an Income of
about ten millions a year. His royal
palace Is populated by about five thou
sand people, and Is a little city in it
self. The ornamental grounds com
prise twenty-five acres, and are sur
rounded by a wall twelve feet high.
"It takes my wife three days to fl
to a picnic."
-How to that?"
"She takes a day to get ready, a da)
to go, and a day to get over it" To
peka Capital.
SOME FAMOUS MEN'S WIVES.
They are Given to Queer Marriages
But Many Have Proved Happy,
B to well known that the great poet
Heine married a woman who oould
hardly read and write and who was
quits incapable of understanding what
be wrote.
Goethe, the greatest of Germans,
married his housekeeper. The wives
of great men have much to bear.
The idea of the great electrician Edi
son's marrying was first suggested by
an intimate friend, who told him that
his large house and numerous servants
ought to have a mistress. Although a
very shy man, he seemed pleased with
the proposition, and timidly inquired
whom he should marry. The friend,
annoyed at his apparent want of senti
ment, somewhat testily replied "any
one." But Edison was not without
sentiment when the time came. One
day, as he stood behind the chair of
a Miss Stlllwell, a telegraph operator
in his employ, he was not a little sur
prised when she suddenly turned
round and said, "Mr. Edison, I can al
ways tell when you are behind me or
near me." It was now Miss Stillwell's
turn to be surprised, for, with char
acteristic bluntness and ardor Edison
fronted the young lady, and, looking
her full, said, "I've been thinking
considerably about you of late, and, If
you are willing to' marry me, I would
like to marry you." The young lady
said she would consider the matter
and talk it over with her mother. The
result was that they were married a
month later, and the union proved a
very happy one.
"Out, of the strong came forth
sweetness" might be said of many
soldiers. "An eye like Mars to threat
en and command," but also a smile
that betokened a loving disposition.
What domestic life was to Lord John
Lawrence may be seen from the fol
lowing anecdote: He was sitting In
his drawing-room at Southgate with
his sister and others of his family. All
were reading. Looking up from the
book in which he had been engrossed,
Lawrence had discovered that his wife
had left the room. "Where's mother?"
said he to one of his daughters. "She's
upstairs," replied the girl. He return
ed to his book, and looking up again
a few minutes later, put tbe same
question to his daughter and received
the same answer. Once more he re
turned to his reading; once more he
looked up, with the same question on
his Hps. His sister broke In: "Why,
really, John, It would seem as If you
could not get on five minutes without
your wife." "That's why I married
her," he replied.
The great Oerman general Moltke
married Miss Burt, a plain, not very
cultivated girl, and lived most happily
with her until her death, which took
place on Christmas Eve, 1868. Very
touching was his devotion to her
memory. Upon his estate at Krelsau
he built a mausoleum, situated on an
eminence embowered in foliage. In
front of the altar of this little chapel
was placed the simple oak coffin, al
ways covered with leaves, in which the
remains of bis wife reposed. Sculp
tured in the apse was a finely carved
figure of our Lord in an attitude of
blessing. Above were inscribed the
words "Love is the fulfilment of the
law." New York World.
Money In Apple Cores.
A market for cores and skins of ap.
pies has bean opened In South Watei
street, Chicago.
In tbe large hotels tbe apple coref
accumulate in goodly quantity each
day and the collection of a montn
would have a selling value of several
dollars. In most of tbe restaurant
and hotels this fruit refuse Is thrown
away with the garbage. If it were col
lected and desiccated it could be turned
into delicious Jelly and syrup. This is
tbe use to which the apple cores and
skins are put in Chicago and this it
tbe reason there Is a market for them,
Confectioners purchase them occasion
ally to large quantities and pay at
high as one cent a pound. The averagt
price Is about one-quarter cent a
pound.
It matters not what kind of an appl
core It la. Nor is it Important whethei
the core has been cut with a sliver
knife or gnawed by the teeth every
thing goes, for when these dried corei
and skins are used to make jelly, sy
rup or gelatine they pass through t
process of cleansing and Alteration.
New York Journal.
"The thing t especially enjoyed af
ter a somewhiit lengthy sojourn on
the other side was a real genuine Am
erican grate fire," commented the
traveler. "In London I felt as if I
was burning lomethlng very precious
with tbe landlady charging sixpence
a scuttle for coal. I remember sitting
around a stove In an English hotel.
The weather was cold and the coal in
the stove bunched together. I took a
poker and stirred it up.
" 'That makes it burn faster,' com
mented the landlord, gravely.
' 'That's Just what I want' I re
plied. "A red-faced, hearty Englishman
broke In: 'You Americans are deu
cedly thin-blooded, don't you know.'"
A gentleman, talking with a young
woman, admitted that he bad failed
to keep abrenst of the scientific pro
gress of tbe age.
"For Instance," said he, "I don't un
derstand how the incandescent light,
now so extensively used, is procured."
"Oh, It to very simple," said tbe lady,
with the air of one who knows It all
"Yon Jnst turn a button over tbe lamp,
and the lights appear at once." Judge.
Tbe cultivation of tbe peach In Cbtm
has been traced back to the tenth cen
tury before Christ.
A CHEERFUL BROTHER.
Always a-sayln': "It's all fer the best"
No matter what Fortune wus brlngln'
id what he could, never lost any ret
'Cos the birds In the winter quit sing
tn With tbe sun in the east, or low down
in the west
It wui, "All fer the best ter the
best."
An' never no night wuz too dark fer his
rest
"it'll shorely be sunshine tomorrow!"
The star or the storm, he wuz smilin'
an blest:
"It's all fer the best fer the best!"
An' I reckon he wuzn't fur oft o" the
track!
To that text he wuz always a-clingln';
He saw the stars shinin' when tempests
frowned black.
An' heard all the sweet bells a-ringm' !
With the sun in the east, or low down in
the west
Ain't it al fer the best fer the best?
THE MARCHIONESS.
It was In Normandy tost year, during
tbe shooting season. I bad bad a long
morning's sport, and noon found me
footsore and weary In the vicinity of
an old mill, somewhere between Mor
tagne and Conde-sur-1 Hulsne. It was
a comfortable looking place and I de
termined to solicit the owner's hospi
tality. The miller received me very courte
ously and I was soon stretching my
legs under tbe table and partaking of
the most exquisite dejeuner that was
ever placed before a hungry sports
man. There were trout from the mill
stream and partridges from the
neighboring moor, cooked to a turn
and accompanied by some really ex
cellent wine, not the "petit vlri" of
Normandy, but good mellow Bordeaux.
This somewhat surprised me, but when
at dessert tbe miller invited me to
visit hie gallery of family portraits, I
was perfectly bewildered.
What" said I to myself, "a picture
gallery m a mill!"
Of course I accepted his invitation,
and found that the pictures really ex
isted and were fine ones, too. There
were a dozen of them, representing
Louis XIV., courtiers and marquises,
and marchionesses of the times of
Louis XV and Louis XVI., the series
being closed by a buxom-looking
farmer's wife in a white sun-bonnet
uext to a delicious little marchioness.
Stopping before the two latter por
traits the miller said:
"These are mother and daughter."
He appeared to be amused at my
surprised expression, and continued:
"Yes, sir, this country woman is my
mother, and that pretty little march
ioness smiling there is my grand
mother. It is a strange story. Every
body round about knows It, and I may
as well tell it to you.
"As you have probably surmised
from the age of these portraits the
story te laid during the Terror. The
father, mother and elder sister of yon
little marchioness were arrested, and
soon afterward judged and executed.
The little marchioness, my grand
mother, sir, found safety only In flight.
The poor orphan took refuge with one
of tbe farmers on the family estate,
whom she knew she could trust This
farmer woe a young man he was only
about thirty years of age. He had
known the little marchioness from her
babyhood, and was devotedly attached
to her. In fact, to be frank with you,
sir, in hie heart of hearts he loved her.
"He was greatly troubled by the
perilous position in which her presence
placed him, but he could not turn the
poor child away to be massacred by
the savage revolutionists. He bid her
in the cellar and tbe mob vainly
scoured the whole country In search
of her. But a neighbor, a ferocious
Jacobin, bad - marked the farmer's
trouble, and suspecting the reason for
it denounced him to the revolutionary
committee.
"In a few minutes tbe house was sur
rounded by a horrible mob bowling for
the death of the hated aristocrat
They battered in the front door and
poured into the place. Ah! sir, it was
a terrible moment"
Hr-re the miller paused and mopped
his brow, while his eyes glistened with
excitement.
"The first room was empty," he went
on. "They smashed everything In It
they could lay bands upon, and were
about to break open the door of the
uext room when it suddenly opened
and the marchioness stood before
them, beside the farmer, who was
half dead with anguish and terror.
"For an Instant the mob stopped
short But It was only for an Instant
Shrieks of 'Down with the aristocrat!
Kill her! Away with her! Burn her!
Tear her to pieces P arose, and the
blood-thirsty brutes were about to
rush forward, when the little march
ioness was suddenly struck by an In
spiration. Ah I sir, It must have
come from on high. She made signs
to them that she wished to speak.
"Citizens, she began.
"Unaccustomed to hearing such an
appellation from the mouth of a dainty
aristocrat the mob stopped. She profit
ed by the pause, and continued:
" 'Citizens, what do you want with
me? Why are you Incensed against
me? What have I done to you? I am
one of you I am your sister!'
"Murmurs of approval and of protest
were heard, but In tbe main the mob
appeared to be astonished and suspi
cious.
" 'She's fooling us, tbe aristocrat'
shrieked a woman, who, with her dis
hevelled hair, flushed face and crooked
fingers ready to claw the delicate girl's
eyes out, looked like one of the Furies
let loose.
" 'No, no,' exclaimed the marchioness
earnestly. 'I swear to you that I am
no longer an aristocrat but a woman
of the people. In proof of It, here to
my future husband,' and she pointed
to the farmer, who, too overcome to
utter a word, would have bent his knee
before the brave young girl, but shs
prevented him.
Bar rsenertsbto irss si tS tctj
was their salvation. The tart tlx j
was willing to marry a staple sC::i
caused a complete revulsion ef fadr
Ing, and the wretches who a mesnezt
before had been lusting for her blssi,
now applauded her.
" 'We must be married under the
Tree of Liberty," she added, 'and, ettS
zena, we Invite you all to the wedding.'
"Another burst of applause followed
this invitation. Friendly hands semed
the little marchioness and the farmer,
and they were straightway shouldered
and carried In triumph to the Tree ef
Liberty, escorted by tbe cheering mob,
waving their pikes and scythes.
"Tbe marriage took place, and the
crowd, joining hands, danced the
Carmagnole frantically around the
newly-made husband and wife, and
tbe festivities with eating and drink
ing, were kept up till nightfall, when
those of tbe revelers who were not too
Intoxicated escorted the couple back to
the farm.
"As soon as they were alone tbe as
sumed familiarity of the farmer imme
diately vanished. Doffing his hat, he
bent respectfully before the marchion
ess, and with tears of gratitude in his
eyes, exclaimed:
"'Mademoiselle, I thank you from
the bottom of my heart Your sacri
fice was our salvation. I beg you to
pardon tbe liberties the critical posi
tion in which we were placed com
pelled me to take. It Is, of course, my
duty to render you your liberty, and I
do so.'
'"Sacrifice! Liberty ! said tbe
marchioness, 'bnt I am free, and I nave
made no sacrifice. Don't you then un
derstand that I love you?
"And thus It was," concladed the
miller, "that the little marchioness be
came a poor farmer's wife, and the
grandmother of an honest Norman
miller"
An Unexpected Endorsement.
An exchange relates that Stephen Gl-
rard. the infidel millionaire of Phila
delphia, on one Saturday ordered all
his clerks to come on the morrow to his
wharf and help unload a newly arrived
ship. One young man replied, quiet
ly: "Mr. GIrard, I can't work on Sun
day." "You know the rules."
"Yes, I know. I have a mother to
support, but I can't work on Sundays."
"Well, step up to the desk, and the
cashier will wttle with you."
For three weeks the young man could
find no work; but one day a banker
came to GIrard to ask if he could rec
ommend a man for cashier in a new
bank. This discharged young man was
at once named as a suitable person.
"But," said the banker, "you dis
charged him."
"Yes, because he would not work on
Sundays. A man who would loose his
place for conscience's sake would make
a trustworthy cashier." And be was
appointed.
One day last week Thomas Pruett
was in the corn crib when a large cop
perhead snake, which was concealed in
a pile of corn husks, bit him on the
thigh. Thomas made a hasty retreat
with the snake hanging to bis pant
with Its fangs. He says he does not
know how he got out of the crib or
how the snake got loose. His son
came with a pitchfork and killed the
snake. They applied coal oil to the
bite, and beyond a little puffing up
and some purple spots it did not
amount to much. Paoll, Ind., Republi
can. . .
Judge Walton, who presides over a
court at Washington, is a. man of
grim humor. Once, in the lobby, a
memler of the bar was seeking to con
vey the impression to a group of ac
quaintances, of whom Judge Walton
was the centre, that his income from
his profession was very large. "I have
to earn a good deal," the lawyer said;
"it seems a large story to tell, judge,
but my personal expenses are six
thousand dollars a year. It costs me
that to live." "That is too much,
Brother S.," said the judge; "I would
n't pay It It Isn't worth It!"
Tradition among the Caddo and
other Indian tribes of Oklahoma give
an account of a cannibalistic tribe that
once existed in their locality. The oth
er tribes finally agreed to annihilate
such undesirable neighbors, and at
time agreed upon the cannibal villagt
was surrounded and every member oi
the tribe was destroyed not even s
babe was spared. Chief George Wash
ington of the Caddo tribe often relate
this bit of tradition.
Make time for serious thoughts. Let
no day pass without some memory of
solemn things. Each morning as you
rise remind yourselves that "God
spake these words and said." Each
evening as you He down to rest 1st
God's angels cloee the door of your
heart on thoughts of purity and peace.'
The soul that has never lived face to
face with eternity is a vulgar soul. The
life that has never learnt the high law
of holiness Is a ruined and a wasted
life. F. W. Farrar.
First Detective The more I think of
It, the more firmly I am convinced
that the man I arrested last night did
not give his right name.
Second Detective What name did be
five?
First Detective John Doe. Brook
lyn Life
impecunious Count (looking at for
traits of his ancestors) "Lucky fel
lows, you old robber barons. Ton oc!y
took the cash of the monty-baga. V
have to take their daughters, too."
Fliegende Blatter.