A Beleia^i Rat Story.
A particularly good rat story is told
In a Belgian paper. A gardener had
planted 250 tulip bulba. The follow
ing day, when about to complete the
number, the man noticed that the
bulb3 had disappeared mysteriously.
He was told that perhaps rats had
been at work, and looked for their
hole. This he found, and dug down
Into the earth until a subterranean
chamber was disclosed, where the
whole of the 250 bulbs were hidden,
packed neatly in rows, one above the
other. There was a bundle or hay and
dead leaves also, showing that the rats
had made most elaborate preparations
for the winter season.
Gam Houston as an Indian.
The statute of General Sam Houston
of Texas, to be placed in the capitol
at Washington, of which Miss Eliza
beth Ney Is the sculptor, is to be a
duplicate of the statue which has just
been finished and placed in the capi
tol at Austin. This statue represents
Houston as an Indian at a time when
he was living with the Cherokee tribe
after his self-banishment from Tennes
see. Judge John H. Reagan, who
knew Houston intimately, is angry
over the Indian statue and in a letter
protests against its duplicate being
placed in the national capitol.
He Means It.
New Berlin, 111., March 16th.—Mr.
Frank Newton of this place speaks
very earnestly and emphatically when
asked by any of his many friends the
reason for the very noticeable im
provement In his health.
For a long time—over two years—he
has been suffering a great deal with
pains in his back and an oil-over feel
ing of illness and weakness. His ap
petite failed him and he grew gradu
ally weaker and weaker till he was
very much run down.
A Triend recommended Dodd's Kid
ney Pills and Mr. Newton began to
take two at a dose, three times a day.
In a very short time he noticed an im
provement; the pains left his back
and he could oat better. Ho kept on
Improving and now he says:
"Yes, indeed! I atn a different man
nnd Dodd's Kidney Pills did it all. i
cannot tell you how much better I feel.
I am a new man and Dodd's Kidney
Pills deservo all the credit.”
The unexpected never happens.
There is always some wise guy stand
ing around who says “I told you so."
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Any woman who speaks ill of her
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A Remarkable Legislative Record.
Duncan Gillies, the father of the
parliament of Victoria and its new
speaker, has a legislative record that
is unique in the British empire or
elsewhere. Forty-five years have
pr ised since, as a young man of 25,
and a working miner, he was first
elected by tne gold diggers of Balla
rat. With the exception of three
years spent in London as agent gen
eral, he has been continuously in the
Victorian parliament ever since, but
he has hardly ever represented the
same constituency twice. That Is be
cause he has a rooted aversion to
ra—s on the treasury and doing drudg
ery for constituents, besides a consti
tutional love of ease. He has lost
count of his constituencies. At a re
cent lord may's dinner in Melbourne
he said to his neighbor: “Let me see,
have 1 ever represented your dis
trict?” "No,” was the reply; “I be
lieve it is the only one you have not
represented.”
Queen Victoria and the Telephone.
Sir William Preece, who was for
nearly thirty years in the employment
of the poatofflee. Is fond of relating an
anecdote, which, while It rather tells
against him, does his vosatility and
readiness full Justice. It was at the
time when a telephone had been set
up between Osborne and London, and
in order to give Queen Victoria an
exhibition of its possibilities certain
tests were carried out. One of them
was the playing of a band in London
so that her majesty might hear the
music at the other end of the wire.
By some mischance the band was not
there when Sir William was informed
that the queen was waiting to hear
its performance. Tere wras only one
thing to be done, and Sir William,
knowdng the possibilities of the tele
phone, hummed an air into the receiv
er. Then he inquired whether her ma
jesty had recognized the tune. “Yes,”
was the reply. “It was the national
anthem, and very badly played.”
"Music Hath Charms."
An electrical engineer employed by
Mr. Edison was lately engaged upon
some experimental work upon har
monic telegraphy. He happened to
notice that when the note given out
by the instrument reached a certain
pitch all the mosquitoes in the neigh
borhood came nying towards the ap
paratus. The workman produced a
quantity of flypaper, with which he
covered the machine, and so succeed
ed in capturing thhousands of the nox
ious insects. The cause of this queer
musical attraction seems to be that
the note produced by the machine was
exactly similar to that caused by the
rapid vibration of the wings of the
mosquito when flying. Sir Hiram
Maxim has since made experiments of
a similar kind, and found that a tun
ing-fork giving a similar note was
equally attractive to the gnats and
mosquitoes in the neighborhood.
War Veterans in the Senate.
Thirty-eight years after the civil war
there are fouteen men in the United
States senate who served in the con
federate army and thirteen who serv
ed in the federal army during that
great struggle. While a number of
men in the last, list are well advanced
in years, yet there are quite a num
ber of comparatively young men who
entered tne army when boys of 15 to
18. In the case of union officers who
are now senators, most of them were
quite young when they entered the
service. One senator, Pettus of Ala
bama. served in both the Mexica and
civil wars.
Original of "Uncle Tom.”
Norman Argo, born a slave, has just
died at Pain’s Lick, near Lancaster,
Ky., at the reputed age cf 111 years,
the authority of which is fairly estab
lished by members oi the family in
whose service he has passed nearly
all his life. Argo belonged to Gen
eral Sampel Kennedy, at whose place
Harriet Beecher Stow e got most of the
material for “Uncle. Tom’s Cabin." He
is said to nave been the original Un
cle Tom. In his youth he was a great
jockey and won large sums for his
owner. Argo was but 3 feet 4 inches
tall.
A $1,000,000 Hitching Post.
J. B. Poston of Bath, Me., has a
hitching post which, he says, is worth
$1,000,000, even if it would not bring
that sum at a forced sale. It is be
lieved to be the last of the thousands
of posts which were driven along on
the route of the Erie railway when it
was being constructed through the
Susquehanna, Canisteo and Allegheny,
sixty odd years ago. The purpose
then was to elevate the railway bed.
but the plan was abandoned after it
had cost $1,000,000 and had driven the
Erie into its first bankruptcy.
First Woman Across the Bridge.
Mrs. Washington A. Roebling, who
died last week, was the first woman
to cross the Brooklyn bridge, and she
had aided her husband to complete
the structure when he was disabled
by illness. She studied engineering
with him in Europe and always oper
ated with him in his plans. Many
successful men give their wives credit
for their individau achievement, but
few women have been able to secure
public recognition for assisting their
companions in life as came to Mrs.
Roebling.
IEWIS’ISKSer
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ing in the gears but «V.t quality Hickory and Oak.
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will tell you where you can get one.
Her Proudest Day.
EX, There’s a little grain of pride
'Neath everybody's hide,
And a man will throw his head back
now and than
And imagine that he's it.
And most likely have a fit.
If you tell him he's the commonest of
men;
But there's nothing to compare
In the world or anywhere,
With the dignity and pride and haughti
ness
Of the sixteen summers girl.
With her golden bangs, a-curl. r—
/fCijl As she walks out In her first long dress!
—L. E. Holcomb. Alto Paso, III. i
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= How Rod Platt Got Back. =
“Can’t I go down with you, Undo
N'ate? It’s only seven miles, and I'll
sit very still in the cab.”
The stout engineer scratched his
head doubtfully. “Yes,”’ he said at
last, giving way before the appeal of
blue eyes. “Nine-forty, sharp, Bes
sie. Rod Platt won't he botherin’ you
in Welton. Beter stay as long as
Cousin Sally will keep you.” He
gave an irritable shrug and looked
at his watch. “It's 9 o’clock now. I
must be going.”
“I’ll be there,” cried the girl.
“Thank you, uncle. I don’t thank
you, though, for being so mean to
Rodney. He fired for you two years
and you thought there was no ono
like him. Then, just because lie
accidentally hit you with a lump of
coal—”
“Accident! Huh!” snorted Nathan
Bellows. "He done it a purpose."
"He didn’t. He was trying to hit
a bird by the track.”
"Well, he hit the wrong bird, then.
He’s made his last run with me.
And with you, too. I told him if I
caught him around here again I'd
brain him.”
“You did! You mean old—”
But the door was slammed and
Bessie Paxson was left to finish her
sentence to empty walls.
* * * • •
“I might as well go down to Wel
ton to-night and ask Tom Sears to
give me a job haying,” thought Rod
Platt, recently and unceremoniously
bounced from the company’s employ
at the wrathful request of Nathan.
“The old man will never forgive me
—and Bess; well, it's hard luck.”
The clean built young fireman
wound his big, white, irregular teeth.
"Fangs,” the boys on the road dub
bed him, but he didn’t mind. “I’ll
take one more trip with Nate,” he
grunted. “Passenger, too. Reserved
seat and free ticket.”
When No. 127 puited her fast gath
ering way by the coal sheds beyond
tho round house, a quick form slip
ped out from the gloom and pounced
or. the pilot like a diminutive spider
cn a huge insect.
“If Nate knew this,” chuckled
Platt, fastening comfortably, “he'd
blow up. That dub of a Rickett is
firing for him, I heard. Shucks! He
can’t feed a house boiler. Spinning
now, ain’t we?”
The night express whirled on in
the blackness—on past the icehouses
Pounced on the pilot like a diminutive
spider on a huge insect.
by Sedge Pond, waking the stillness
with a steady, rattling roar. ‘Two,
three, four miles,” counted Rod.
“Now the gorge and the woods.
Seems natural, don't it, Oi .'ould If
I was back there when I ought to
be. Here's where I tried to peg that
cu3sed partridge, and the blamed
lump broke and took Nate behind the
ear. What a fool I was!”
They flew around a curve to the
straight stretch of rails glittering in
the headlight’s glare. ‘Hullo!”
whispered the man. “Slowing up—
wuat’s the matter?”
/
Shading his eyes he peered ahead
to see a swinging lantern’s signal of
warning. “I knew that gravel would
slide down,” he muttered. “That’s
it, I guess. I’ll get out of this berth
and walk the rest of the way.”
As the engine panted to a halt he
dropped off. hearing the gruff hail of
Bellows, “What in thunder’s the
trouble?”
The man with the lantern stepped
forward, speaking in incoherent
His half-blinded eyes could see more
plainly.
mumble. Rod could have touched
him.
“Hey! Louder!” called the engin
eer. sharply.
Then Platt heard something else—
a rush of men, a spring, fierce oaths,
a faint scream, two thuds, then a
loEg moment of silence.
The chill in his b'ood pulsed back
into hot wrath, but he lay still behind
the little rock. Now his half-blinded
eyes could see more plainly. His
straining ears caught every whisper.
Four men, counting the fellow with
the lantern. What could he—w'hat
should ho do?
He knew that Bellows was lying cn
the floor of his cab, although he
could not see him. The fireman he
could see. a motionless black shape
upon his blacker coai. Something
was huddled against the window of
the cab upon his side. That he could
not make out at all. He knew that in
the locked express car behind, a pale,
determined man was sitting on a
small steel safe, with a revolver in
his firm hand. And the three quick
moving shapes—the low, tense
voices—
“Uncouple the express car, now—
all three of us. Got your dynamite,
Bob? The men are ‘out’ all right.
Was that a woman up there, Sim?”
‘‘Yes, I tied up her mouth an’ feet.
Cap. Now, Eddie, soon’s we whistle
climb in an’ start her up. Let her
buzz a mile an’ stop. We ll be on.”
The three whisked back like great
cats. The other planted his lantern
on the steps and raised one foot and
hand.
He got no further. The stone that
crashed on his skull may have killed
him as he sank down, sliding under
the truck wheels.
The hand which had held the stone
was on the throttle now. It yanked it
viciously to the widest notch. A tre
mendous, Jarring jerk shot through
the link of cars. The great drivers
whizzed, stationary for a second in
their revolution, then grasped the
rails, and No. 127 shot on with a
snorting scream, a gasping, straining
demon in the darkness.
Platt heard the wild, despairing
yell behind the express car, and,
laughing uncannily, glanced back.
Yes, he had been in time. The train
was intact.
• • • •
When he came out of his faint on
the station platform a few minutes
later a girl with pathetic, tearless
oyes held his head In her tender lap.
She bent down and elssed him.
“Where's Uncle Nate?" murmured
Rod, trying ta rise and gazing at the
circle of sympathetic faces.
"Here!" growled a husky voice,
which quavered and jroke, as the big
engineer fell upon his knees and seiz
ed Platt’s hard. “Here, boy, and
they’re fetchin’ poor Rickett round,
too. I’m a—I’m r—”
“No, you’re not,” whispered hts
former fireman, with a weak smile.
“Just tell me one thing, old man
Have I 'got back?’”
“sure!” cried Nathan Bellows, em
phatically. “I guess we'll have to
take him back, Bess, eh. ’
“I’ve never let him go,” said the
girt quietly, and kissed him again.—
Philadelphia Ledger.
EARRINGS WORN FOR AGES.
These Ornaments Are the Survival of
a Very Ancient Custom.
Although few women in recent
years have been wearing earrings, the
fashion still survives, and at func
tions of select society pendants of
brilliants are still frequently seen. Of
all the ornaments used by human be
ings earrings are probably the oldest
so far as historical research has been
able to determine. They date from
the remotest antiquity, the earliest
mention of them being in Genesis in
the time of Jacob, about 1732 B. C.
This antiquity has been confirmed by
the finding of costly and elaborate
specimens in the Troad by Dr. Schlie
mann, in Etruria by Castellan! and
in Anglo-Saxon remains in England.
Their use at first was not ornamental,
but superstitious.
Amulets consisting of inscribed
precious stones on pieces of metal
were worn suspended from the neck
or more frequently from the ears
Augustine speaks strongly against
earrings worn as amulets in his
time. It is a noteworthy fact that the
i ears of the famous statue Venus de
Medici are bored, evidently for ear
rings.
The fashion of men wearing ear
rings, which is still common in Italy,
among the fishermen of Cornwall,
England, with Portuguese sailors
and many others, is a survival of the
superstition that they were a protec
tion against evil. Many of the ltal
ians in New York wear earrings for
this purpose.
The Old-Fashioned Fire.
To steam heat the cities aspire
As they shiver and shake In the cold;
But give me the old-fashioned lire—
The round, rosy backlog- of old!
The warmth and the light
Of Its flame, leaping bright—
The drowsy-heads huddled around It al
night!
In the darkness the winter wind sighing
Made the flame take a ruddier glow:
Tile sparks up the broad chimney Hying—
Like witch-eyes that gleamed In the
snow!
Oh, the warmth and the light
Of those red flames so bright,
And the comfort and Joy of the wild
winter night!
Far better that friendly old Are
Than building of simmering steam,
With never a flame to admire.
And never a beautiful dream!
Oh. the love and the light
Whore those flames danced so bright,
And the old-fashioned joy of the old
fashioned night.
—Frank L. Stanton in the Atlanta Con
stitution.
Recognized Him.
A professor in the Harvard Law
school has a memory which plays him
false on all matters except points ol
law. He cannot remember his men.
When the school opened last fall a
student who prides himself on his rep
utation with the instructors and
makes himself felt by wise questions
in the class room, approached the
professor and held out his hand.
The professor hesitated for a mo
ment over the man’s name and finally
got it out in trlmupb.
The student was highly elated and
a few minutes after said with proud
satisfaction to the professor’s secre
tary:
“The old boy seems to be getting
his memory back. He hesitated only
a minute before he called me by
name. Pretty good after a three
months’ vacation, isn’t it?’’
“Why,” replied the secretary, “it's
funny he hesitated when I had just
told him your name. He saw you
coming across the hall and asked me
who you were.”—Youth's Companion.
Macaulay as a Schoolboy.
Zachary Macaulay placed his three
younger sons, John, Henry William
and Charles, as pupils in the school
kept by my grandfather, Richard El
well. at Hammersmith, having pre
viously, but vainly, urged him to ad
mit thereinto the future great histori
an and essayist, says a writer in the
London Standard. And my uncle
Richard Elwell, who died in 1887, in
his ninetieth year, told me that his
father's reasons for refusing to admit
young Thomas Babington into his
school were: First, that the boy w'as
above 12 years of age at the time ol
application; second, that he was
"quite unlike other boys,” of a pe
cullarly retiring disposition, delighting
much in solitude, but yet perversely
disinclined to study of any kind.
Had Heard of It—Somewhere.
Senator “Tom” Platt was fingering
a gilt-edged book that had come tc
him in the mail. He seemed cc much
interested In it that Senator Quay
asked what he was reading.
“This,” explained the New York
"boss,” as he turned V-e pages slowly,
"is a reprint of a curious volume much
thought of by William Penn and hie
followers, but which I am told P
scarcely known among their descend
ants.”
“And what is it called?” asked tbs
Pennsylvania statesman.
Platt tossed it on Quay s desk, it
was the Bible.
| NEW DORP’3 OLD TAVERN.
Built In 1065 and H39 3een Continu
ously Cccupied.
Some weeks ago at a meeting of
the beard of aldermen it was said by
Borough President Cromwell that
Fraunces’ tavern was the oldest *
hostelry in Greater Now York. There
is at least one much older than h raun
ces'. It is the old “Black Horse" tav
ern at New Dorp, S. I. The present
proprietor is Patrick Curry, who
bought the place seventeen years ago.
This tavern was built in 1065, and has
been doing business at the same stand
constantly since that date. The orig
inal swinging sign representing a
black horse was taken down some
years ago when the iron rings by
which it was suspended had been
worn through by constant swinging
for over 200 years. The sign is full
of bullet holes, where it has been
used as a target at various times. The
outline of the black horse can be dis
tinguished only with difficulty, as the
curves of that noble animal have
laded away. Mr. Curry preserves this
as a most cherished possession in the
sitting room of the hotel. The original
crossbeams of the ceiling are still vis
ible in many of the rooms. In others
they have been Incased with smooth
hoards, a strange blending of the mod
ern and the ancient. Built before the
ora of machinery, when every kind of
timber was most plentiful, and when
the only tools were the adze, the jack
saw, the hammei and the plane, this
old building at the crossroads may be
good for at least another century.—
New York Times,
MADE A SHREWD CALCULATION.
How Senator Vest, as a Boy, Got Out
of a Tight Place.
Senator Vest eamo into the Senate
chamber feebly; he leaned on his
man servant's arm. But he was in
good spirits, and there was soon gath
ered about him a little group of states
men.
Senator Vest began to evoke memo
ries of his boyhood. v
“Once,” he said, “a crowd of us—a v
crowd of us boys—played soldiers.
There were two camps. Each camp
had a fort with a high mud wall, and
when you put your head up above this
wall—bang! bang! bang!—a volley of
stones came at you.
"We had strict military rules, and
to disobey the captain's orders was a
crime no one would have been guilty
of. Therefore when 1 was told to go
outside the fort and pace off the dis
tance from our camp to the pump
dose by the enemy’s lines I did so,
though I was badly frightened. Stones
fell all about me, and, though I paced
my way to the pump correctly, I quite
forgot to count my steps. So when
cn my return the captain asked me
what the distance was I was embar
rassed. But in a moment I had a hap
py thought.
“ ‘How far, captain, w'ould you say
it was?' I asked.
“ ‘Oh, about seventy-five paces,' the
captain answered.
“ ‘That is exactly right,’ said I. ‘It
is seventy-five, exactly.’ ”
The Poor Man and the Beggar.
‘‘Please, sir,” said the tattered beg
gar, “give me a few coins. I haven’t
a cent, haven't eaten a thing to-day
and have no place to sleep.”
The well-dressed man stopped
sharply, regarded the beggar a mo
ment and then said:
"My man, my luncheon to-day cost
another fellow $4 85, and now' I'm
walking from here to Seventy-second
street because I haven’t a nickel. My
rent bill of $780 ih due to-morrow';
I'm $1,000 overdrawn at the bank; a
man that ow'es me $20,000 killed him
self yesterday; my yacht, auto, dia
monds and paintings are all mort
gaged, and my wife is suing for a
divorce. Now, sir, who is the worse X
off?” ''
The beggar took a nickel from his
clothes and handed it silently to the
man.
The well-dressed man looked aston
ished. Then he threw a $5 bill at the
tattered mendicant and walked away.
—New York Press.
The Way to the Valley. f
The way is long to the Valley of Re3t,
Down the dim. uncertain years;
Rut we'll reach the valley when God
thinks best.
And enter Its shadows, sweet and blest.
Where is never a rain of tears!
We'll forget the gloom of the weary
way
Where the thorns grew rail along;
With answers sweet to the prayers we
pray,
The Spirit of Peace will speak that day.
And the sigh will be the song!
And deep la the beautiful Valley of
Rest
We shall pass from the storm-swept
sod;
With tired hands folded above the
hi east.
We shall say to the Silence how God
knew best.
And dream In the Tight of God.
—Atlanta Constitution.
Air Baths.
"Air baths" are all the rage in fash
ionable Berlin just now. We all know
what necessary factors light and air
are for the maintenance of health. The
Berlin air baths have the great ad
vantage of being pleasant as well as
healthful, and many of the society
women of the German capital have
taken them up. Even the tiniest chil
dren are taken to these "baths" as
well as young girls and more elderly
women.
The main object, of course, is the
exercise of both the muscles and the
lungs at the same time, and the non- \
descript kind of bathing dress worn
allows the women a delightful sense
of freedom while practicing their gym
nastic feats or playing at gardening
in the grounds. It is scarcely neces
sary to add that the garden is kept
as secluded as possible. Surrounded
by high walls, It is situated In a quiet
locality just outside the city.
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