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THE MASTER TEACHER. All. much have we to learn of all ' The peerless master* and their schools. Their science, formula* and rules. Ami knowledge poly technical. Hut there'* one .master schools hi* men To higher wisdom, worth and power. That shall outline the passing hour— Oh, master with the strength of ten. Aye, there's one master who doth sharo The lesser burdens and the great: One who is yet to graduate Out of the school* of Work and Care. In Master Toll’s tuition we Are but Ijeglnners, learning how To spin the broidery of Now About the w'eb Eternity — Frank Wolcott Hutt, In Boston Trans cript. Aunt Hulda’s Bear TT “Aunt Huldy had same amazin' puns,’’ said the loquacious and rem iniscent man from the Knob country. “So had thnt b’ar. He was a genuine speciinent o’ what the Knob country could turn out in the way o' b ar when it sot out to do it, that b ar was, and he had been raisin' the very old Ned amongst the pigs and farm projuce generally for so long, and hud kep' so regular and aggravatin'!)’ shet of all the traps and tricks that was sot and tried to-waylay and circumvent him, that at last what did old man Mose, over to the Eddy, do but declare he i would give $20 hi catth for that bar fetched in dead, or $30 If anybody’d run him in nnd hand him over alive. ‘‘‘Alive!’ folks hollered when they heerd of it. ‘Anybody that tries to fetch that b'ar in alive,’ they 'says, 'will more than likely And their own selves bein’ fetched in dead!’ they says; hut folks didn't know it all. and they hadn’t Btopped to consider Aunt Huldy. “ 'Jeptha,' says Aunt Huldy to Uncle Jep one day, jest about that time; ■Jeptha,’ says she, ‘seems to me that if I was you I’d sort o’ take a holiday this arternoon and wander over to'rds Big iujln Swamp. Mebbe you mowt run foul o' that pesky b ar. Of course,’ seys she, ‘you can't hardly expect to get him alive, but all things being mortal here below,’ says she. ‘you mowt accidentally git him dead. If you do,’ says she. ’it’ll be $20, and $20 will buy a cow,’ says she. “Uncle Jep didn’t see hut what that'd be a proper idee, and he knocked off stump-grubbin'. took his old smoothbore rifle and started out. " ‘Jonas went and liorried that oth er gun o’ mine, ding his pictur, and baiu’t brung it back ylt,’ says Uncle Jep, as he started. “ The b'ar ’ll fetch jest ezac’ly aa much if you git it with the sroooth liorc as It will if it had come a tumb lin' down before the gun that Jonas borried,’ says Aunt Huldy. ‘So don’t waste your time grumblin',* says she. ‘Go look for the b'ar.’ “So Uncle Jep went, sayin' that If he got on to the trail o' the connin' old varmint he'd folier it if he had to cauip on it all night. He gut over jest this side o’ Big Injin and hadn't see no sign o’ that b’ar or any other b'ar. and wpas beginnln’ to think that If him and Aunt Huldy didn't git a cow till they got It with the price o' that b’ar they'd never quarrel about who'd do the milkin', when he heerd somethin' snort. He turned, amt there he see the b ar, standin’ right out in plain sight, and actiu' as if ho was afcard Uncle Jep was goin’ on with out seein' him. Uncle Jep knowed it was him, ’cause that b'ar was the only one in the hull Knob country that had a white spot on its brisket “ ‘This is the first time I ever was lo a shootin' match for a cow!' says Uncle Jep, and the idee tickled him so that be had to take his gun down from his shoulder till he could git through liis laughin'. ‘A shoutin' match for a cow,’ says he, and he hauled up a'gin “He Turned, an’ Thar He See the B’ar.” and whanged away at the white spot uu the b'ar’B chist. “The b'ar give a start, felt of his chist with one o’ his paws as if some thin’ was ticklin' of him there, and then turned a look on Uncle Jep, as much as to say: “ ‘Look a-here, now! What a" you handlin' that gun so ding keerless around here for? “The b’ar looked mad, too, and Uncle Jep was so took back at the unmiti gated critter's not tumblin' and givin’ 1 ■ his dyln' kirk that the b ar was corn in' for him hot foot before he had even thought o' loadin' his gun. And the b'ar kep' him dodgin' and skirmtsh in' inongst the trees for half an hour before he could git a load into his gun. And then see what that b'ar done. Soon as he see that Uncle Jep had his gun loaded, the aggravatin' bruin begun to dodge amongst the trees himself, and he done it so slick and quick that Uncle Jep couldn't git his gun onto him r.c way, and the llrst thing he knowed the bar had dodged out o' sight. “‘If that ain't a dirty, mean trick 1 wouldn’t say sol' says Uncle Jep. “Pulled it Tight and Jumped Behind the Big> Pine Tree.” 'Sneakin' away like that, yon pig-steal in’ thief o' the night, you!’ says he. ‘If I'd had the gun that Jonas borried and hain’t brung back ylt, I bet you wouldn’t a-done it, consarn his pictur! But sence I'm on your trail I’ll foller it, by cats, and show you some tricks that maybe you hain’t lieerd on yit!’ says Uncle Jep, and he follered the b'ar till night, and then bunked In at Eli's, t’other side o’ the swamp, so’s he could be on hand early next morn Tn’ to show the bar them tricks. “Aunt Huldy woke up in the night some time and heerd the pig squeal in'. She jumped out o’ bed and run to the winder. The moon was shinin' bright as day. Aunt Huldy jest give one look, and then says: “‘B'ar arter the pig!’ says she. ’A sockin’ big b ar, and he’ll have that pigpen smashed down in less than a .jiffy.’ says* she. 'And there ain’t a gun In the house! If there was.' says she, ‘I’d sneak out and blow the top o’ that b’ar’s head off.’ says she. ‘The idee o’ Jeptha lendin’ his one gun to Jonas, who hain't brung it back ylt. and then goin' off with t’other one and campin' all night on a b'ar’s trail! Consarn that Jonas! If I had him here I’d—uo, I wouldn’t, neither!' hol lers Aunt Huldy, who’d been looking’ out o’ winder all the time she was talkin'. ’No, I wouldn't, neither!’ she hollers, clappln' her hands. ’It was a smilin’ Providence that made Jeptha lend that gun to Jonas and kep' Jonas from fetebin’ of it back!’ she hollers, and then she scooted down to the kitchen, grabbed her clothes line, tied a slippln noose in one end of it, and started out on a run to’rds the pigpen. "The bar stood on his hind feet bangin’ away at the pigpen, and the splinters was flyin' tremendous. Then the door went smashin’ in, and the b’ar reached in an’ yanked the pig out. He hadn't much more than done it, though, when from round the barn Aunt Huldy come a rustlin'. She give a yell. The b'ar dropped the pig like a hot p’tater, and ‘fore he could turn and see what it was that had skeert him Aunt Huldy dropped the noose end of the clothes line down over his head, pulled it tight, and jumped be hind the big pine tree that stood jest a comfortable jump away. “ ‘It was a smilin' Providence,’ says Bhe. ‘that made Jeptha lend his other gun to Jonas and hep’ Jonas from fetchln' of it back,' says she. ‘for oth erwise me and Jeptha would be out Jest ten dollars!’ says she. “The b'ar come to himself and sprung after Aunt Huldy. He slung his big fore legs around the tree to ketch her where she stood, holdln' on to the rope, and in less time than It took him to fetch a good breath Aunt Huldy had circled round that tree enough times to bind him to the trunk as snug and lastin’ as If he'd been a knot growin’ there, and she kep’ right on windin’ the rope "rauud him and the tree till the rope was all used up and the b'ar was a prisoner at the stake. “Then Aunt Hnldy went back to bed and was snorin' away as if nothin’ more had happened than only jest git j tin' up to give the baby peppermint. I^ong in the forenoon o' next day Uncle Jep come a-stragglin' home. “‘Hnldy,’ says he, 'if It hadn’t been fer Jonas berrying that other gun o’ mine and not fetchin' of it back. I’d a killed that pesky b ar dpad, yisterd’y, an’ won them $20,’ he says, ‘ding his ugly pictur’s! he says, meanin’ Jonas. “Well, Jeptha,’ says Aunt Huldy, It’s an all-pervadin' good thing that you didn't do it,’ she says. “ ‘What fur?' says Uncle Jep, hard ly believin’ his ears. “ ‘Why. ’cause if you'd a' killed that b ar dead yisterd’y.’ says Aunt Huldy, ‘1 couldn’t ’a’ ketched him alive last night,' says she. ‘Arter Aunt Huldy got through laughin’ at Uncle Jep etandin' there starin’ at her with his mouth wide open and his eyes almost bulgin', she took him out to t'other side o’ the pig pen, and there, sure enough, was the rampagein’ old b'ar that was worth $30 alive tied so fast to the big pine tree that he couldn't hardly holler. Uncle Jep didn’t say nothin’. He couldn't. He jest chopped down the tree, trimmed the limbs offen it to make it a log, hooked the steers to it, and drug it and the b'ar over to the Eddy. Old Mose forked over the $30 only too quick, and $10 besid'- for the pine log. so that Aunt Huldy and Uncle Jep didn't only git their cow, but they had quite a snug Agger to stuff in the old coffee pot fer future reference, besides. And what did Aunt Huldy do? She made Jonas a present of the borried gun and thanked him fer borryin' it and not fetchin’ it back. “‘Though I dunno as I ought to thank you, neither.’ she says to Jonas. 'It was a smilin' Providence that done it,’ she says."—Ed. Mott in New York Times. MR. POOLE AND THE PRINCE. Tailor Who Made King Edward's Clothes to Be Knighted. Pool?, the London tailor, is about to receive the accolade. Why not? Has lie not. done more to make Ed ward VII presentable than all other artists in the United Kingdom put to gether? Clothes make the king as well as the man. Poole makes the clothes; ergo, Poole makes the king. When J3dward was simply prince of Wales he owed Poole at times as much as $100,000, and even suffered the tailor to address him in public places without fear of the tower. There are several distinguished Pooles in England, but none so famous as Tailor Poole. Speaking of Poole, one of his cus tomers says: "His accounts are ren dered once a year. Just around Christmas. If not paid, he waits twelve months and sends a second bill. Such as do not pay on receipt of the second statement are dropped from his hooks, and never again are they allowed to give an order in his establishment.”—New York Press. Your Dietary. Eat when you are hungry—if you have the price. Drink beer with your ice cream if you like to. Eat grated cheese on your raw onions if you think it good. Drink milk with your cucumbers and sleep the sleep of the Just man made perfect. Take a cracker with every drink of liquor and live to be 1.000 years old. Drink whisky with your bananas and forget the cramps. Take vinegar with your salad; it retards digestion. Eat cherries with milk and sugar. Drink Chinati with macaroni. Drink tea while eating meat. Avoid salt; it dries up the skin. In plain English— do as you please—so long as your "stomjack" is able to stand it. Vio late all the established rules of health and you may live to a good old age.—New’ York Press. Superstitions. If two persons raise their glasses to their lips simultaneously they are in dicating the return of a friend or rela tive from foreign parts. The same in timation is conveyed by bubbles in cof fee or by the accidental fall of a piece of soap on the floor. A flickering flame in the lire or an upright excrescence in a burning can dle is interpreted as predicting the ar rival of a guest, whose stature is Judged by the length of the flame or excrescence. If one drains a glass of the contents of which some one else has partaken he will learn the secrets of the latter. A Floral Clock. In the public gardens of Edinburgh, Scotland, is a great lloral dial made of golden feather pyrethrum with the twelve hours marked on it. A zinc leeeptacle in the shape of a clock hand, planted with dwarf vegetation, is moved by clockwork and marks the time with great correctness. "Origin of Ox-Tail Soup. Ox-tail soup, now regarded as a aa tlonal English dish, was first made by the very poor of Huguenot refugees from France, after the revocation of rthe edict of Nantes, because ox tails then had no market value. The Irony of Fate. A lady purchased a nice new door mat the other morning \vith the word “Welcome” stamped thereon in glow ing letters, and the first to come along and put his number elevens on it was a tax collector. The Mexican Pantheon. President Diaz of Mexico has Inau gurated the work upon the Pantheon which Is intended to be a monument to the illustrious me»n «< ni%.countr* ORNAMENTS RECENTLY DUG UP IN IRELAND MANY CENTURIES OLD The Chancellor's Court in Condon has reserved decision In the case ot the Attorney General vs. Trustees of the British Museum, brought to de cide the claim of the crown to the gold ornaments as treasure trove which were round in a held near the shores of Lough Foyle, Ireland, by two men plowing, and which afterward came into the possession by purchase of the British Museum. Some of the articles are amazingly and delightfully tine specimens of the goldsmith's art atul might well serve i four gold wire rings inserted near its j rim and has a twisted golden handle like that of those iron cooking pots which hang from c ranes. The chains are among the best specimens of Celtic art. They are wrought so fine that they look like twisted floss of yellow silk. The large chain is 14Vi inches long, of dull gold, of a different alloy from that of the boat or howls. It weighs 2 oz. 7 dwts. The other is 1(5*4 inches In length and is of a most delicate pattern of plat ing. deposited probably in the first century (A. I).), when the custom of making votive offerings was very widespread. All the circumstances, he thought, as well as the nature of the articles point ed to the conclusion that these ar ticles were a thank-offering made by some ancient Irish sea king to a mar ine divinity for having been saved from the perils of the sea. Mr. Munro, Edinburgh University, and member R. I. Academy, saw the gold ornaments. He knew of no in stance in Ireland or Scotland.of votive offerings having been made in the GOLD COLLAR AND CHAIN, BOTH OP WONDERFUL' WORKMANSHIP As models for the best craftsmen of to-day. They were found in 1890 by Thomas Nicoll, si farm laborer, while he was plowing for a Mr. Gibson near Lim avady, County Londonderry, on the shore of Lough Foyle. All the articles are of alloyed gold. The model boat is 7V* inches long and 3 inches wide, and is fitted with nine rowing benches, oars, grappling iron and other equipment. It weighs 3 ounces 3 pennyweight. The oars are lance shaped, and there are fifteen of them, each about 2% inches in length. The model is made of a single plate of gold, alloyed with silver, which is slit and rejoined at the > s and stern. It is, without doubt, a true representa tion of the ancient seagoing craft of the Irish, in which, as legend says, they even crossed the Atlantic to America before any other white man saw it. The “carraghs” to be found yet in use at the Arran islands and at Tory, vessels made of rawhide stretched over a ribbed frame, are but decadent forms of th«se early de signs. The bowls are of plain pale gold, each beaten out of a single sheet, and about the size of a tea cup. The largest weight 1 ounce 5 pennyweight and 12 grains. It has There were originally two golden, or twisted, necklets, but of one only about half is preserved. The perfect specimen is about five inches in diameter and weighs 3 oz. 7 dwts. and 9 grs. The collar which was found is of as beautiful a design as any, though not of such artistic execution as some of the ancient goldsmith work in the Irish museum. But it is an excellent witness of the ability and skill of Irish craftsmen, and to the high civiliza tion of Ireland in very ancient times. The collar is 7\<z inches in diameter and is hollow. A section of the tube measures 1% Inches across. It is formed of repousse plates of thin gold, folded over a tubular frame, and soldered together. The relief work is executed in a dashing and brilliant style. It is believed to date from the tlrst century of the Christian era. Arthur James Evans, archaeologist, after discussing the possible Viking origin of the ornaments, dismissed as far-fetched the suggestion that they were plundered from a shrine. The collar, he said, was undoubtedly an ancient Irish fabric, and was the finest example existing of that class of gold work. The conclusion which Mr. Ev ans formed was that the articles were manner suggested by the defendants. The theory put forward that these articles were votive offerings was, in his opinion, a very improbable one. There was no evidence at all to sup port the assertion that they were votive offerings. They seemed to him to belong to a time between the late Celtic period and the introduction of Christianity into Ireland. Mr. George Coffey, Council Member of the R. I. Academy, and keeper of antiquities in the National Museum. Dublin, deposed that, in his opinion, all the circumstances pointed to the conclusion that these articles were concealed treasure. There was no evi dence that the ancient Irish made votive offerings to sea gods. The very fact of the finding of these orna ments excluded such a theory. Mr. Fraser, C. E., said he had made a special study of the geology of the north coast of Ireland. His opinion was that the elevation of the beach was completed in prehistoric times. Mr. Grenville Cole, professor of ge ology in the Royal College of Science, Dublin, agreed that the upheaval of the land at Lough Foyle occurred be fore the close of the stone age in Ire land, and that age was distinctly pre historic. BOWL BEATEN OUT OF A SINGLE SHEET OF GOLD, AND tWISTED NECKLET OF GOLD;
