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    CHAPTER IV (Continued.)
Minimi," she began, "he will never
be able to bear the smell of a tallow
eandle. Suppose that we buy a wax
eandle?"
She fled, lightly as a bird, to find her
purse, and drew thence the five franca
whu-h she had receiTed for the month's
expenses.
"Here. Xanon, be quick."
"But what will your father say?"
' This dreadful objection m-a raised by
Mine. Grandet when she saw her daugh
ter with pn old Sevres efcina sugar basin
huh Grandet had brought back with
aim from the chateau at Froidfond.
"And where is ths sugar to come
from?" she went on. '"Are you mad?"
"Xanou can easily buy it when she
goes for the candle, mamma. Is it a
right thing tbat his nephew should not
hare sugar if he happens to want it?
BesiJes, he will not notice it"
"Yonr father always notices things,"
laid Mme. Grandet, shaking her head.
While Eugenie and her mother were
doing their beat to adorn the room which
U. Grandet had allotted to his nephew,
Mme. des Grassim was bestowing her
attention on Charles, and making abun
dant use of her eyes as she did no.
"You are. very brave," she said, "to
leave the pleasures of the capital in
winter in order to come to stay in Sau
mur. But if you are not frightened away
at first sight of us, you shall see that
even here we can amuse ourselves." And
he gave him a languishing glance, in
true provincial style.
Women in the provinces are wont to
affect a demure and staid demeanor,
which give a furtive and eager elogjien e
to their eyes. Charles was so thorough
ly out of his element in this room, it was
all so far removed from the great cha
teau and the splendid surroundings in
which he had thought to find his uncle,
ths.t, on paying closer attention to Mine,
des Grassins, she almost reminded him
of Parisian faces half obliterate' al.f ady
by these strange, new impressions. He
responded graciously to the advunres
which had been made to him. and nut
urnlly they fell into conversation.
Mme. des Grassins gradually lowered
her voice to tones suited to the nature
of her confidences. Both she and Charles
Grandet felt a need of mutual confi
dence, of explanations and an under
standing, so after a few minutes spent in
coquettish chatter and jests that covered
a serious purpose, the wily provincial
dame felt free to converse without fear
of being overheard, under cover of a
conversation on the sale of the vintage,
the one all-absorbing topic at that mo
ment in Saumnr.
''If you will honor us with a visit,"
ahe said, "you will certainly do us a
pleasure; my husband and I shall be very
glad to see you. Our salon is the only
one in Saumur, where you will meet both
the wealthv merchant society and the
noblesse. We ourselves belong in a man
ner to both. My husband, I am proud to
aa.tr. ia very highly thought of in both
circles. So w will do our best to be
guile the tedium of your stay. If you
are going to remain with the Grandets.
what will become of you! Your uncle is
a miser, his mind runs on nothing but
his vine cuttings', your aunt is a saint
who cannot put two ideas together; aud
your cousin is a silly little thing, a com
mon sort of girl, who spends her life in
Bending dishcloths."
"It seema to me that you mean to
monopolize ths gentleman." said the big
banker, laughing, to his wife, an unlucky
observation, followed by remarks more
or less spiteful from the notary and the
president; but the Abbe gave tbem
shrewd glance, while he gave expression
to their thoughts, "Where could the gen
tleman have found any one better quali
fied to do the honors of Saumur?" be
aaid.
Adolphe des Grassins spoke at last,
with what was meant to be an offhand
manner. "I do not know," he said, ad
dressing Charles, "whether yon have any
recollection of me; I once had the pleas-
are of dancing Id the same quadrille at
a ball given by M. le Baron de Xuvigen.
"I remember it perfectly," answered
Charles, surprised to find himself the ob
ject of general attention. "Is this gen
tlenian your son?" he asked of Mme. des
Grassins.
"Yes, I am his mother," she answered.
"You must have been very young when
70a came to Paris?" Charles went on,
peaking to Adolphe.
"We cannot help ourselves, sir," said
the Abbe. "Our babes are scarcely, wean
ed before we send tbem to Babylon. Yon
must go into the country if you want to
find women not much ou the other side
of thirty, with a grown-up son a licen
tlate of law, who look as fresh and
youthful as Mme. des Grassins. It only
seems like the other day when the young
men and the ladies stood on chairs to see
you dance, madame," the Abbe added
turning toward bis fair antagonist; your
triumphs are as fresh in my memory as
If they had happened yesterday.
"It looks as though I should have a
great success in Saumur," thought
Charles. He unbuttoned his overcoat
and stood with bis Lund in his waistcoat
pocket, gazing into space, striking the
attitude which Chantrey thought fit to
give to Byron in his statue of that poet.
Meanwhile Grandets preoccupation
daring the reading of his letter had es
caped neither the notary nor the magis
trate. B,.th of them tried to guess at
the contents by watching the trimost im
perceptible changes ia the worthy man's
face. The vine grower was hard put to
it to preserve his wonted composure. His
expression must be left to the imagina
tlon, but here is the fatal letter:
"My Brother It M nearly twenty
three years now since we saw each other.
The last time we met it was to make ar
rangements lor my marriage, and we
parted in high spirits. Little did I then
think, when you were congratulating.
. rowrself on our prosperity, that one day
yoa woM be the sole hope and stay of
ay family. By the time that this letter
reaches your hinds, I shall be no more
la my position, I could not survive the
disgrace of bankruptcy; I have held op
nay fcaai shave the surface rill the last
aaoaaawt, hoping ta weather the atom; it
la aa of a asa, I moat etna now. J
aflar the fa Dart of my stock ' broker
Mat Ik faJtare of my notary; nxy last
namamaa hare been sweat away, aad I
By HON RE OE BALZAC 5
have nothing left. It is my heavy mis
fortune to owe nearly four millions. I
hold heavy stocks of wine, and owing to
the abundance and good quality of jour
vintages, they have fallen ruinously in
value. In three days' time all Paris
will say, 'M. Grandet was a rogue" and
I. honest though I am, shall lie wrapped
in a minding sheet of infamy. I have
disjioiled my own son of his mother's
fortunes and of the spotless name on
which I bsye brought disgrace. He
kbows nothing of all this the unhappy
child whom I have idolized. Happily for
him, he did not know when we bade each
other good by, and my heart overflowed
with tenderness for bim, how soon it
should cease to beat. You. therefore,
are Charles' father, now! He has no
relations ou his mother's side. He is
slone in the world. Oh. my unhappy
boy, my son! Listen, Grandet, I am ask
ing nothing for myself, and you could
scarcely satisfy my creditors if you
would; it is for my son's sake that I
write. You must know, my brother, that
as I think of you my petition is made
with clasped hands; tbat this my dying
prayer to you. Grandet, I kuow that you
wili be a father to him; I know that I
shall not ask in vain, sud the sight of
my pistols does not cause me a pang. To
go back to my misfortunes and Charles
share in them. 1 have sent him to you
so that you mny break the news of my
leath and explain to lum what his fu
ture must be. Be a father to him; ah,
more than that, be an indulgent father!
Do not expect him to give up his idle
way all at once; it would kill bun. Aud
vou must lay everything before him.
irsndet the struggle and the hardships
that be will have to face in the life that
1 have spoiied for bim. Work, which
wns our salvation, can restore the for
tune which I have lost; and If be will
iMen to his father's voice, let bim leave
this country and go to the Indies'. And,
urother, Charles is honest and energetic;
you will help him with his first trading
venture, I know you will; he would soon
er die than not repay you. Kven while
Charles is on his way I am compelled to
file my sche-kile. My affairs are all In
order; I am endeavoring so to arrange
everything that it will be evident that
my failure is due neither to carelessness
nor to dishonesty, but simply to disasters
which I could not help. Is it not for
Charles' sake that I take these pains
Farewell, my brother. May heaven bless ,
you in every way for the generosity w ith '
which you will accept and fulnll tins
trust.
V I C T O R A X G E-GUILLALME
GUAXbET."
"So you are having a chat?" said old
Grandet, folding up the letter carefully
in the original creases and putting it
into bis waistcoat pocket lie looueo
at his nephew in a shy and embarrassed
way, seeking to dissemble his feelings
and his calculations. "Do Tou feel
warmer?"
'I am very comfortable, my dear un
cle."
"Well, whatever are the women af
ter?" his uncle went on. tugenie ana
Mme. Grandet came into' the room as he
spoke. "Is everything ready upstairs?"
"Yes, father."
"Very well, then, nephew, if you are
feeling tired Nanon will show yon to
your room. There is notnmg very smart
in It, but you will overlook that here
among poor vine growers, who never
have a penny to bless themselves with.
The taxes swallow up everything we
have."
"We don't want to be intrusive. Gran
det," said the banker. "You aud your
nephew may have some things to talk
over; we will wish you good evening.
Good-by till to-morrow."
Every one rose at this and took leave
after their several fashions.
Early rising is the rule in the country,
so, like most other girls, Eugenie was
up betimes in the morning; this morning
she rose earlier than usual, her toilette
was henceforth to possess an interest un
known before. She began by brushing
her chestnut hair, and wound the heavy
plaits about ber bead, careful that no
loose ends should escape from the braid
ed coronet which made an appropriate
setting for a face both frank and shy.
As she washed her bands again and
again iu the cold spring water tbat
roughened and reddened the skin, she
looked down at her pretty rounded arms
and wondered what ber cousin did to
have hands so soft and so white, and
nails so shapely. She put on a pair of
new stockings, and her best shoes, aud
laced herself carefully, without passing
over a single eyelet hole. For the first
time In her life, in fact, ahe wished to
look her best, and felt that it was pleas
ant to have a pretty new dress to wear,
a becoming dress, which was nicely
made. She opened her door, went out on
to the landing, and bent over the stair
case to hear the sounds in the house.
"He is not getting np yet," she
thought She heard Xanon's morning
cough as the good woman went to and
fro, swept out the dining room, lit the
kitchen fire, chained up the dog, and talk
ed to her friends the brutes in the stable.
Eugenie fled down the staircase, and
ran over to Xanon, who was milking the
cow.
"Xsnoa," she cried, "do let us have
some cream for my cousin's coffee, there's
a dear."
"But. mademoiselle, you can't have
cream off this morning's milk," said Xa
non, as she burst out laughing. "I can't
make cream for you. Your cousin is as
charming as charming can be, that he Is.
You haven't seen him in that silk night
rail of his, all flowers and gold! I did,
though! The linen he wears is every bit
as fine as M. le Cure's surplice."
"Xanon, make some cake for us."
"And who la to find the wood to heat
tha oven and the flour and the butter?"
asked Xanon, who in her capacity of
Grandefa prima minister waa a person
of immense Importance In Eagenls's
eyes, and even la Eugenie's mother's. "Ia
he to be robbed to make a feast for your
cousin? Ask for tha butter and tha flour
and tha firewood; ha Is your father, go
and aak him. ha may give than ta you.
There! there ha to, Just coming down
atalra to aaa after tha provisions "
Bat Bugs asa had sac's pod iato tha tar
dea; tha aavad of hat father's faotata
1 on the creaking stairrete terrified hr.
Hhe was eonsrtau f a bapttiBeee that
shrank from the observation of others,
s happiuea which, as we are apt to
think, and perhaps not without reason,
shines from our eyes, and Is writteu at
large upon our foreheads.
For the first time in her life the sight
of her father struck a sort of terror Into
her heart; she felt that he waa the mas
ter of her fate, sod that she was guiltily
hiding sow of her thoughts from him.
She began to walk hurriedly up and
down, wondering how it was that the air
was so fresh; there was a reviving force
in the sunlight, it was as if a new life
had begun. While she was still thinking
how to gain her end concerning the cake,
a quarrel came to pass between Xsnon
snd Grandet, a thing rare as a winter
swallow. The good man had just taken
his keys, and was about to dole out tha
provisions required for the day.
"la there suy bread left over from yes
terday?" be ssked Xsnon.
"Xot a crumb, sir."
Grandet took up a large loaf, round
In form and close In consistence, shaped
in one of the flat baskets which they
use for making in Anjou, and was about
to cut it, when Xanon broke iu upon bim
with:
"There are five of us to day, sir."
"True." answered Grandet: "but these
loaves of yours weigh six pounds apiece;
there will be some left over. Besides,
these young fellows from Paris never
touch bread, as you will soon see."
Having cut down the day's rations to
the lowest possible point, the miser was
about to go to bis fruit loft, first care
fully locking up the cuptiosrds of bis
storeroom, when Xanon stopped bim.
"Just give me some flour and butter,
sir," she said, "aud 1 will make a cake
for the children."
"Are you going to turn the bouse up
side down because my uephew is here?"
"Your nephew was no more in my
mind than your dog. no more than he waa
in yours. There, now! you have
only put out six lumps of sugar, and I
want eight."
"Come, come. Xanou; I have nevei
seen you like this before. What has
come over you? Are you mistress here?
You will have six lumps of sugar and no
more."
In spite of the low price of sugar, it
was, in Grandet's eyes, the most precious
of all colonial produces. But every worn
an, no matter how simple she may be,
can devise some shift to gain ber ends;
and Xanon allowed the question of the
sugar to drop, in order to have ber way
shout the cake.
"Mademoiselle," she called through th;
window, "wouldn't yon like some cake?
"Xo. no," answered Eugenie.
"Star. Xanon." said Grandet as be
heard his daughter's voice: "there!"
He opened the flour bin, measured out
some flour and added a few ounces of
butter to the piece which he bad el
ready cut.
"And firewood; I shall want firewood
to heat the oven." said the luexorabls
Xsnon.
"Ah! well, you can take what you
want," he auswered ruefully; "but you
will make a fruit tart at the same time,
and you must have the dinner in the
oven, that will save lighting another
fire."
Grandet got the fruit and set a plate
ful on the kitchen table. Then, having
no further order to give, he drew out
his watch, and finding that there was yet
half au hour to spare before breakfast.
took up his hat, gave his daughter a kiss
and said, "Would you like to take a walk
along the Loire? I have .something to
see after in the meadows down there.
Eugenie put on her straw hat lined
with rose-colored silk; and then fsthet
and daughter went down the crooked
street toward the market place.
"Where are you off to so early this
morning?" said the notary Crucuot, at
he met the Grandets.
"We are going to take a look at some-
thuig." responded bis friend, in nowise
deceived by this early move on the no
tary's part.
Whenever Grandet waa about to "take
a look at something" the notsry knew by
experience tbat there was something to
be gained by going with bim. V 1th him
therefore, he went
fTo be continued.)
MOTHER PAWNED HER SON
Method Kmnlored br a Woman of
Mexico to Baiee Funds.
Tbat human beings can be pawned
the same as a pair of shoes baa been
demonstrated by a woman namel El
ena Davalos, who, whenever she waa
abort of funds and this happened
very frequently pawned her 8-year-
old son, Francisco, for sums ranging
between $5 and $8.
For a time abe used to pawn ber off
spring wltb some neighbors, who used
the little boy aa a servant until ba
waa redeemed. Tbey paid nothing for
bis services, but exacted a high Inter
est for their money invested In tha
operation. Mora recently she found
Spanish pawnbroker wbo lent ber
money on ber son and also used bim
aa a clerk In bis shop.
A few days ago the woman redeem
ed ber son from the pawnbroker, but
subsequently found herself without
money again, and pawned the boy wltb
a woman named Dolores Garcia, wbo
loaned the mother $10. With thla
Elena went to visit a number of pulque
shops and taverns, and when she bad
spent one-naif of the money she called
upon Dolores and urged tbat ber son
be given back to ber. A quarrel en
sued, a gendarme Intervened, and tba
whole affair was disclosed at the po
lice station.
Xow the two women are In Belem
and the boy baa been sent to an or
Dhan aarlum. At this offense la not
foreseen In any code, It Is not known
wbat penalty will be applied to tba
method of tbe boy and to the woman
wbo loaned money on him Mexican
Herald.
Mean Xaau
Ernie Poor Miaa Olde. She la near
ly heartbroken.
Ida Why eo?
Ernie George asked ber to come In
the dark parlor while be told ber tbe
sweet eat atory ever told.
Ernie And ba told ber a story of
lore
Ernla No, ba told bar a atory about
BOMt
THE DAY
THE DAY AFTER.
for a cra'leriess Fourth "f July.
For s moment of shoot lessncss.
When millions of Urs
Would shut off the Uolse
And silence sould follow to Mess
nation hl h In oilier wars
I not st all delected;
ii fact. Is doing quite as well
As could hve Ixfii eicieu.
?. for some soundh-ss powder to bum.
And for voiceless boys lo rneer.
To show to the world
That our tlxg Is unfurled
And our count ry still Is here,
nd Just ss good aa It ever was.
Ami lust ss nairtotic.
lltbougb Its en-.l'ti may not be
fo bangle and tiHnnic ana snoii.-.
). f"T s hangbnnmflsitlessness
Tut would bring s glad release
To iiiumie and lung
And nerven unstrung.
And cover the ilsy with peace;
K.. I r.Ar in t m laml
Mli'ht pause in cnteiiipialloo
Jt that wbl'-h, on the quiet. Is
The worhl a supremest naiioui
X fur a noni'Tploslve r mirth.
Just one for s clmnirc or met.
When millions of toys,
lnst'-sd of noise.
Would rolse a tremendous quiet.
Fourth like that would show the
lleyond all dul.ltatlou.
he really truly greatness of
This country as a nation.
rurld,
Afterword.
But yon can't make tbe spirit of the glort
cms fourth
la1.rli. th nnflon's dsv
n s strhj like that, to ssve your life,
Because It Bin t nuiit insi wst.
New York Sun.
1
T waa the morning of Independ
ence Day may years ago so many,
Indeed, that an old man can just
remember what happened when be
waa a boy.
Thla la the story of a celebration that
happened In a little Ohio village that
was small then, and is still Just a
speck on the map.
On the edge of the town there was
n old bouse hidden behind great trees,
s If trvlne to avoid the pubic eye. It
was, and Is, tbe oldest house in town.
nd In It lived George Bell, or uo-
erty" Bell, as some of the villagers
ailed htm, alone with bis aog anu
Memory.
He was very old. Everything about
the place betokened age. There was
moss on tbe roof of his home, and the
burden of years fairly made bis bones
reak. He bothered no one, and he una
1 cheerful "good morning" for every
body. He was a good cltUen, but
queer." according to those wbo didn't
mderstand him.
Thla Independence Day he came out
bf his bouse wltb an old musket on bis
shoulder.
The sun shone on his scanty white
icks and face seamed with ago. Ilia
ands trembled as he fumbled with bis
iowder horn, loaded, rested tbe weap-
11 on tbe fence and pulled the trigger,
"here was a mighty report The ro ti
ns took wing, and a flock of black
birds swept out of the great poplar
iee liv the gate and gave voice to their
uirprl at the tumult near their home.
Thirteen times that old gun lioomeu.
nd then a ipwverlng voice Rounded,
Hip: Hip! Hurrah!" and a boy who
as peering with saucer eyes through
ie fence puzzled, charnied, half
r-lchlened asked. "Why do you do
iiat. Mr. Hell. If you please?"
"(.'owe in. Hilly, lnd," suld the old
isu. "Come In and help an old fel
low celebrate. I won't hurt you. Just
,f vour little bunch of fireworks on
lie chopping block, and I'll tell you a
rue atory about times way back be-
fnre vour dalhlv was bom."
Children rend hearts quickly, and a
inoment later the beginning and .the
tnd of a century were together yel
low locks against white mane, a boy
tin an old man's knee; the one earnost.
the other eager.
"Why do I do it, my boy? Why do I
celebrate? You want to know all
iihout It
"It Is because I love my country, and
k want everybody for miles around
to remember that tbla la the day dadl
rutMl to llhertr.
I "Year ago there was a young man
arho bad more money than waa good
Cor him, Billy. - Ha waa plum worth
"Uberty" Bell, j
I BY A. M. HOPKINS.
OF DAYS THROUGHOUT THE LAND.
less. He didn't care for a soul on
earth except himself. Hp wns scllish.
He wore g'X"! clothes anil KlruCcd
about like a turkey gobbliT. He was
puffed up. He put In all his time hav
ing fun.
"There was a war on In his coun
try. The people were figlillni; a bad
King who wanted to take away their
liberty, and there were some terrible
battles. Men went without food. They
walked without hIxh-h till tbelr feet
tiled. They froze becmiHe tlicy did not
have clothes enough to keep thorn
warm. lint tbey wouldn't give up.
Thev said that all men should be free
end e.iial. Hilly; that God meant that
It should be so, and they were willing
to die rather than go back to the old
way of doing the things a selfish King
wanted done.
"The Idle young ninii didn't c to the
war. He thought men were fouls fur
flilhtlHg. He said be had nil the lib
erty be wanted. Perhaps, Hilly, If he
had had a mother he wouldn't have
been such a foul.
"His brothers, three of tbem, lnd.
went to tbe war, and two were killed.
Jacob was shot down in ,iit of Gen
eral Washington, God bles him, and
Kolwrt came home with both legs gone.
"What do you suppose he told tbe
'stay-at-home,' wbo carel most for the
ruffles iu his shirt and the coins that
lngled In his pockets? The crippled
brother said he wished he could light
for his country on his stumps of legs,
because he loved It.
"Aud then, one day, tbey carried the
father Into the old home. It would
have made you cry, boy, to have sevn
him. He was ragged, scarred, and In
his breast there waa a great wound
tbat made those who saw It shudder,
and Just before he died he called bis
worthless son to him and whispered.
'Ion't be a coward! Xo man can ever
pay the debt be owes to bis country.
It should be more to bim than father
or mother. Hoist your colors, my boy!
Don't shed a tear for me. Take my old
musket and fight for the cause.
"Hilly, that young man promised. He
got dowu on his knees and burled his
face iu the bedclothes, and as he cried
the life went out of a brave, gentle
man, and there was a smile on a dead
face, and a cold band rested on the
head of one who had been a coward
and was trying to be a man.
"He fought, Hilly, and be learned to
love the flag. He got a bullet In the
hip at Monmouth and a bayonet wound
at Guildford Courthouse. He found out
what hunger meant He spent his lit
tle fortune to help better men, and In
his heart grew a great love for bis
flag, and be wondered bow any uuin
could ever forget bis duty.
"One day It was oil over.
"The enemy marched away, and the
sun shone on a broken but happy peo
ple, and the young man praised God
because he had found himself and
been allowed to live to know the glory
of freedom.
"Every year after that he celebrated
Independence Day. He took that old
musket given to him by bis father and
fired a salute to the 13 original States
and cheered the President of the
United Stntes.
"And when this man moved away to
a fat" place, and kept ou celebrating,
the people called him 'liberty' Hell.
"Why, that ia you, Mr. Hell," said
the boy.
"Yes, Hilly, that Is me. Xow get
your firecrackers off the borse block;
I'll load tbe old musket, and we'll fire
an extra salute to let the world know
that the canse Is as great'to-day as It
was in the beginning.''
And they dfiL And they cheered the
President of the United Htntes and the
flag, in the cracked voice of an old
man and the piping treble of tbe yel-low-balred
boy.
And It waa all on Independence Day.
Cincinnati Poat
THE FOURTH ON THE FARM.
Arrangement Should Ha Made for the
Holiday's Observance.
Once each year the question coiuea
to all of ua bow we are to spend the
Fourth of July. Tba farmer and fam
ily are unlike the business man wbo
can lock the door of his office or atore
and hie away on soma excursion to tha
mountains or some other place. In
stead, a holiday brings more work.
The hired man must lie excused from
one or two tuilkliigs. or there Is a
declaration of war. To the wife cornea
the question of caring for the poultry
for chickens must eat and drink July
4 tbe same as otlnr days.
There are too many who feel that
they cannot get away. These Include
the men wbo become so absorlied In
the pursuit of wealth that they oftrn
forget the object of their pursuit and
become more machines, grinding away
at tbe duties of life, so ahsortted in
tbe work of the day that tbey forget
tbr blessings and privileges we claim
as peculiar to our nation. Xot alone
upon the farm Is this to lie seen, but
Instead of making our nation's birth
day a time of glorious memories, no
ble thoughts and Joyous demonstration,
our city brother hires a speaker to
think Htid speak the words of patriot
ism and be spends the day In dealing
out b's wares to his fellows at exorbit
ant prices.
In the morning the average bulncM
man is tisi busy to think of patriotism
and Rt n';:h' b ! tr-o tired. He. looks
tiiin this day as tbe opxrtunlty t
get back two, three or four times the
amount domit d to the celebration com
mlttee. The clink of dimes and tha
thmni of silver doHa's wear out what
little patriotism he bad at the rising
sun and by ten o'clock he Is so nl
sorbed in the business of the hour tbat
It is liMrd for him to live that one day
and not adulterate his lemonade or
cheat In making cIhiik as It Is for tha
camel to pass through the needle's
eye. Sometimes we also find farmers
so engrossed by the prosperous crops
and the dilre for gold that they for
get the Importance of the day and only
remember It at alt by the request of
the boys or hired man for a day off.
How 111111I1 more pleasing Is It to
have a picnic In some shady grove,
spread a long table and all dine to
gi'tlier? Most any community can find
material for a good program, being
sure to mix In plenty of music, tha
material for which can tie found la
the neighborhood and we can celebrate
the Fourth wltli ns much enjoyment;
as If we hHd Imported speakers and
music. Of eoursii we will want the
Declaration of Independence read by
the best reader in the locality. The
minister can lie orator of the day. Go
In together and buy fireworks and
crackers, for they will be essential to
the sum II boys and we can have a
first class celebration In the country,
It Ik taken fur granted that Old Giory
will be In evidence, while bunting caq
decorate the stand, horses and bug
gies. Aimrlcan Cultivator.
Morning of the Fourth.
Uncle Itustiis comes lo town early to
be on hand for the celebration.
Tbe celebration begins.
The family of a dea'd Japanese sol
dier gets aa a pension about one-third
of a pay of bla rank, This would ir
the widow of a private fl.23 a month
of a Orst lieutenant, M.25; of a cant
tain, 18.33, and to tba widow of a
colonel, S20 a month.
Tbe earth's population doubles arery
two hundred and alxty years.