Loup City Morthwtstera
X W. BURLEIGH, Publlahar.
■OOP CITY, ... NEBRASKA.
Rural Water Supply.
When great sums of money are be
ing expended by city governments that
the inhabitants of towns may have a
sanitary water supply It seems strange
that the supply in rural towns should
rceeive little or no attention. This lat
ter population may seem relatively in
significant, but according to the last
census it comprises about 40,000,000
souls. This means that the 40,000,000
people are drinking the water most
available without a thought of its san
itary condition. These various sources
of supply, whether wells, springs, or
small streams, are similarly unreliable
for furnishing drinking water. The
statistics of mortality in the countrj
are very indefinite, but even these
show that the rural population is not
as free from illness as it should be
And though everywhere the rural
death rate is lower than the urban
death rate, yet the lowering in the
country has not been as great as in the
city. An examination of typhoid sta
tistics shows that the death rate of oth
pr diseases is generally lower in the
country than in the city, but the prev
alence of typhoid is almost equal to
if not greater in the rural districts
than in the cities. Several instances
have been reported which show the ru
ral typhoid rate to be ten times great
er than the urban rate for the same
district. To partcularize a certain dis
trict in central Pennsylvania proves
this fact. It is made up of a rural pop
ulation with one hundred inhabitants
;to the square mile. It is a region of
fine farms, wild mountains and woods,
country residences and picnic groves.
And in this valley there has been as
much typhoid fever as in the city of
Philadelphia. Sad as this condition is,
there seems to be no remedy for it.
The sources of a city water supply are
few and the city government easily
cotnrols the conditions affecting it.
But what can be done when the sources
of supply are numered by the thou
sands? A mint of money and an army
of chemists would not be sufficient to
give the same care to the country sup
ply that is given to that of the city.
Continuous Business.
Thf fact that the first "night and
day bank” in the world opened in New
York a few days ago, and was an as
sured success from the start, is prob
ably of more significance than the av
erage reader of the news imagines. Ac
cording to some preternaturally far
sighted observers, the bank that never
closes is the first step toward the time
when the machinery of metropolitan
commercial life, instead of stopping at
sunset, will roll on ceaselessly day and
night, when three relays of clerks and
artisans and laborers and employers
will succeed each other, and the me
tropolis will become, in every sense ol
the world, an all-day and all-night
city. Such a state of affairs, say the
observers, is being forced forward by
the fact that New York’s population
grows more and more congested and,
more than aDy other thing, room Is
demanded. If we have our population
working in three relays, three men can
work in the space now occupied by
one, and the growing congestion will
be relieved. If such a day ever arrives
says a local correspondent, the city
will really have three separate popu
lations, one of which will be wholly
nocturnal. The thiee will have their
separate newspapers, different amuse
ments, different interests, different
outlooks upon life. While one shift
is breakfasting another will be dining;
while one is sleeping, another will be
at the height of its daily activity. But
the imagination fails at the state ot
mind of the housewife whose husband
and sons would be scattered through
the three relays and whose whole life
would be a jumble of conflicting break
fasts and dinners and sleeping hours.
The World’s Athletes.
“Olympic games” in which the win
ners are youths from America, Aus
tralia and Canada look like a very
new thing, but there is really nothing
new about the success of the outlying
districts in these classic contests. It
was quite a common thing in the an
cient day for athletes from the outly
ing Hellenic states and the colonies
to take the prizes, and the conditions
that made victories for greater Greece
in those days are precisely the same
as those which win the laurels for
Sheridan, Sherring and Asty to-day.
That is to say, it is the pioneer who
has in him the spirit of the champion
and the tradition of overcoming. It
is the “new country” that gives the
hope, the eagerness, the elasticity that
makes great athletes.
Officials of the New York city ad
ministration have at their disposal
two dozen automobiles, which cost the
city originally over $55,000, nearly
half as much being required annually
for their maintenance. It is believed
that by the end of this year the num
ber of city owned autos will be in
creased to 50 and inquisitive aider
men are hinting that this is an alto
gether unnecessary expense, especially
as some of the officials use the ma
chines in going to the races and in at
tending to other private affairs.
In describing a wedding an Indian
Territory exchange announced that one
of the bridesmaids wore “a velvet out
fit a mile long, and 16 rows of but
tons on her gloves. Her hair was dead
yellow, tied up like a(bun and had a
lot of vegetables in it.”
An Indiana young woman died the
other day in consequence of having
devoured a combination of spinach
and strawberry shortcake. “Ptomaine
poisoning,” said the doctor. No won
der.
A COSTLY REVENGE
DUKE OF SUTHERLAND UN
LOADS RICH ESTATE.
Compels County Council of Stafford
shire, Eng., to Cleanse Biver
Trent, Which They Had Re
fused to Do for Him.
It takes a wealthy man to get sweet
revenge and at the same time heap
coals of fire upon the heads of those
who have disappointed him, if they
have not absolutely abused him. The
duke of Sutherland has turned the ta
bles upon the county council of Staf
fordshire by donating his princely es
tate on the River Trent to the count7
for use as an institution for higher
education.
Some months ago, it may be remem
bered, the duke publicly announced
that owing to the polluted condition of
the River Trent, which flows past
Trentham hall, his magnificent Staf
fordshire seat, physicians had pro
nounced it an unsafe and insanitary
I-1
TRENTHAM HALL.
(Palace Which Duke of Sutherland Has
Given for Educational Purposes.)
abode for himself and his family and.
therefore, he had decided to close it
up.
The condition of the river is due to
the use made of it by the potteries
which are centered at Stoke-on-Trent.
The duke had appealed in vain to the
Staffordshire county council to adopt
measures that would abate the nui
sance.
That democratic body would do noth
ing. It did not propose to interfere
with an industry which provided many
poor people with a living just to make
things more comfortable for a duke
and his family.
If he could not put up with the
stench and run the risk of typhoid, as
humble folk had to, why he could go
and live somewhere else. So the duke
turned out, the county council tri
umphed and the Trent continued to
flow its polluted course.
But the duke had a card up his
sleeve and he has just played it. He
has presented Trentham hall to the
county council for the purpose of es
tablishing there a college for higher
education.
The gift is a princely one. It cost
$750,000 to build it many years ago and
at present prices it would cost consid
\
erable over $1,000,000 to duplicate It
Standing in the midst of a spacious
park, and surrounded by beautiful gar
dens and conservatories it Is one of
the finest show places in the kingdom.
Of course the county council cannot
reject such a magnificent donation. If
it did it would cause no end of a howl.
Metaphorically speaking, it will have
to go on its knees and humbly thank
the duke for it. And after doing that
it will have to take proper steps to se
cure the purification of the Trent be
fore the college can be set a-going, for
obviously, in these days at least, .the
most humble of students could not be
expected to pursue their studies in a
place that had been pronounced unsafe
for a duke to live in. And that is
where the duke’s triumph will come in.
It is uncharitable to estimate the
value of a gift by what it costs the
giver to part with it. But it is a fact
that the duke makes no great sacrifice
in parting with Trentham hall. He has
several other residences, three of
which, at least—Stafford house in Lon
don, Dunrobin castle in Scotland and
Lilleshall in Shropshire—kings might
count themselves fortunate in owning
The duke has more land than any
other of the king’s subjects. His es
tates exceed in area that of any county
in England, except Yorkshire, Lincoln
shire and Devonshire. He owns about
one-sixteenth of Scotland—1,176,343
acres to be as exact as Doomsday book
permits—besides 30.000 or 40,000 acres
in Staffordshire and Shropshire.
From Dunrobin castle, his seat in
Sutherland, he can walk 50 miles in a
straight line without stepping off his
own property. But he generally pre
fers using hi3 own private railways
and enjoys acting as his own engine
driver.
Some ducal families owe their rise
to one cause, some to another. A roy
al descent, albeit without a wedding
ring, has been in several cases the
source of great possessions and hon
ors; in others a career of successful
statesmanship, in others again,
achievements on the battlefield; and its
one at least the old romance of a city
apprentice in love with his master’s
daughter.
But the swift and brilliant advance
of the Leveson-Gowers from the posi
tion of simple Yorkshire squires a cen
tury and a half ago to their present
proud eminence may be attributed
practically to one cause alone, and tnat
is the unfailing fortune which has fol
lowed them in the choice of wives.
Like the Trentham family in Dis
raeli’s “Lothair,” they have had for
generations an unrivalled aptitude for
‘‘assimilating heiresses,” and to-day a
dukedom, five baronies, four viscoun
ties, five earldoms, a marquisate, land
almost beyond enumeration, wealth be
yond the dreams of avarice and palaces
stored with priceless treasures are the
agreeable results.
OUR INDIAN VISITOR
MAHARAJA GAIKWAR, RULER
OF BARODA, DOING AMERICA.
Interesting Prince Whose Record for
Goodness Began When He Was a
Boy — His Life at Home and
His Priceless Jeweled Cloak.
Maharaja Gaikwar, Indian prince
and ruler of Baroda, together with his
pretty wife, the Maharani Gaekwar,
has come to the United States to see
the country and learn all he can for
the betterment of his own country and
people. This purpose reveals the char
acter of the man, for he is as progres
sive as he is good and as good as they
make them over in India, and by this
we do not mean to imply that Mahar
aja’s goodness is of a mediocre kind.
As a boy he was known for his up
rightness of character, and this qual
ity has not diminished with the years.
In fact, as the story goes, it was his
goodness as a boy which led to his se
selection as the ruler of Baroda. It
seems that the former Gaikwar was
deposed by the British government for
gross misrule, and as there happened
to be no direct heir to the throne, ac
cording to the Hindu custom, the selec
tion of a ruler devolved upon the
Maharani, the wife of the deposed
ruler, who has been obliged to flee
from her husband to escape death at
the bottom of a well. After consulta
tion with her guru, or godfather, she
decided that the new Gaikwar should
be chosen from among the three best
boys in Baroda. From these three
most excellent boys the present visitor
to the United States was accepted as
the one of greatest promise to wield
the sword of state wisely.
•i nat tms contest of good boys
proved a judicious procedure few
among the Maharaja’s 2,000,000 sub
jects would now question. Under his
rule the state has progressed steadily,
and the city of Baroda has been so
modernized with handsome public
buildings, wide streets, and pleasure
gardens that it has ceased to be the
typical Hindu capital of the picturesque
though malodorous description. Per
sonally Maharaja Gaikwar is a man
of much force of character.
Maharaja Gaikwar rises early and
proceeds first to distribute alms to his
personal Brahmins, or, as we would
say, private chaplains. The amount
of the daily gift is about $15, for
which the Brahmins offer a short
prayer in his behalf and presence. On
such festivals as the day of offerings
for the dead and the day of birth
day thanksgiving he attends public
worship in the palace temple. During
the season of mourning all such cere
monies are omitted. After his pooja,
or devotions, the Maharaja partakes
of a light breakfast of bread, fruit,
and milk. Then he rides or drives for
an hour or so, and returns to the pal
ace for reading of a serious character.
At 11 he lunches with his sons and
the members of his staff. This meal
is served in European fashion, though
no alcoholic liquors are offered, and
needless to say no dish comes upon
the table which bears the slightest re
lationship to beef.
From noon until about four Gaikwar
attends to affairs of state. The heads
of the different departments make
their reports, he revises sentences of
the high court, and discusses the gen
eral policy of his government. The
Maharaja then visits the Maharani in
the zenana, which in his particular
household is not an inclosed quarter
of the palace, but merely the apart
ments occupied by his wife. Toward
sundown the Maharaja drives out in
state, escorted by his bodyguard of
lancers. On such occasions it not in
frequently happens that he is offered
petitions, when he instructs one of his
aides to receive them, and appoints a
time for the petitioner to be received
at the palace. On two days of the
MAHARAJA GAIKWAR.
week he holds public audiences, so
that he may be personally accessible
to all his subjects.
Maharaja Gaikwar possesses the
most costly piece of jewelry in the
world. In dazzling magnificence it
never has been, or is ever likely to be,
excelled. This treasure is in the form
of a shawl or cloak of woven pearls,
edged with a deep border of arabesque
designs of diamonds, rubies, emeralds,
and sapphires. Originally it was in
tended as a covering for the tomb of
Mahomet, but somehow it was divert
ed into a former Gaikwar's posses
sion. In cold figures the stones alone
have been appraised at $5,000,000; so
when Gaikwar enters a grand durbar
with that cloak over his shoulders, his
$100,000 diamond cap on his head, and
his $60,000 gloves on his hands the
scintillating persons of other princes
are as flickering candles in a blaze of
electric light.
Cautious.
“Is this car perfectly safe?” queried
the old lady.
“Perfectly,” replied the conductor,'
reaching to assist her on.
“You are sure they won’t no acci
dent happen to it?”
“Absolutely sure, ma’am.”
“Well, I’ll risk it; ye see (confident
ially) I’ve got a hole in one of my
stockings an’ I’d hate dreadful for
anything to happen.”—Houston Post
The Main Thing.
“I’m going to write a play,” said
Bess Giggles.
“You don’t say?” replied MattieNay.
“What’s it to be about?”
“Oh, I don’t know yet, but I’ve se
lected a lovely name for the heroine.”
—Philadelphia Press.
Ill CANDY BUSINESS
NO WASTE AS SCRAPS ABE AL
WAYS MALE USE OF.
Seasoned Confections Considered the
Beet—Maker of the Sweets
Must Be an Ar
tist.
There is this similarity between the
candy business and the iron business—
the scrap is not allowed to go to waste.
An observer who had an idea that
candy manufacturers must have to
stand a lot of loss because candies get
'stale, took the trouble to investigate
and learned that his idea was wrong,
■says the New York Sun.
The big candy makers ship to their
agents throughout the country at stat
ed intervals, usually of a week, their
standard confections, and all not sold
at the expiration of the interval are
returned to the factory as scrap. As
the candy is mostly sugar, and sugar
is as indestructible as iron, it is only
a question for the candy maker of get
ting the sugar value out of the scrap.
It is impossible to work over the
candy in its original form, but it can
be used in many ways. For example,
the chief use to which stale chocolates
are put is in making caramels and oth
er chewey confections.
It’s a mistaken idea that candy must
be fresh to be good. One manufactur
er who makes only for the trade and
confines himself chiefly to high-class
chocolates and bonbons said that candy
wasn’t fit to eat until it had been sea
soned for at least ten days. For his
own use—and he is a great lover of
candy, despite the general belief that
no cook cares for his own messes—he
keeps chocolates about a month before
eating them.
This man has no patience with those
who assert that colored candy is poi
sonous. His argument is simple. As
he puts it:
wnat s tne use or putting poison in
candy when natural and harmless col
oring matter costs less? Who’d put
opium in cigarettes when tobacco is
cheaper than opium?
“It’s the same way in my business.
I can turn out bonbons in any shade
you want—from the greenest of God’s
green grass to the pinkest pink of a
hunting coat, and do it all without the
aid of any ingredients but pure vege
table colorings.
“I have no patience with those pure
food advocates when they come nosing
around the candy business. Few of
them know what they are talking about
and the others have taken a few spo
radic cases of children poisoned or
merely made ill by overindulgence in
cheap candies and condemn the lot of
ps.
“The candy business demands an ar
tist these days, when you have to make
displays of form and coloring to keep
In the forefront of the business.”
FAMOUS TUSCAN RESORT.
Baths of Lucca Where in Former
Times Tourists of All
Lands Rested.
A day of nearly a thousand years
had this Tuscan watering place, now
in the twilight of its fame—a twilight
pleasanter to the contemplative visitor
than its gambling and scandalous noon
could have been. For its beauty lies
not in the modern places of pleasure
in the dusty valley, but in the sor
rounding hills, with their uncounted
gray little towns and flowery gorges;
and it is this beauty, rather than the
gayety the place once had, or even the
virtue of its waters, that has been the
attraction, to poets and philosophers,
of the baths of Lucca, writes Neith
Boyce, in Scribner’s.
The three little villages, Ponte Se
ralio, Villa and Bagni Caldi, straggling
up the hillsides along the valley of the
emerald green Lima, their outlying
villas embedded in "vines, myrtle
bushes, laurels, oleanders,” as Heine
describes them, and sentinelled by the
solemn green cypresses,” have many
illustrious visitors. The charm of
those chestnut-wooded slopes of the
lower Apennines is celebrated in some
pages of Montaigne’s “Journal de Voy
age;” in some of the best letters of
Shelley and Mrs. Browning; and it in
spires an amorous episode of Heine’s
“Reisebilder.” Fewer philosophers and
1 poets visit the place to-day, few gouty
English, even. The sunset of its pros
perity came when, after the cession of
the duchy of Lucca to Tuscany, the
archducal court made a summer resi
dence at the Baths; built barracks,
villas and roads, and drew crowds.
But now the grand duke’s villa on the
hillside is a hotel with few guests; the
barracks round the little piazza whence
* fine long flight of stone steps leads
up to the terrace, have been turned
Into pensioni, filled with frugal Ital
ians who come for the baths; the ca
sinos in the valley below, once gay
with gaining and dancing, are desert
ed; and the landlords’ noses grow red
der with despair every year.
Reform in College Athletics.
The aim of the reformers in school
and college athletics should be clearly
and directly the betterment of condi
tions, not the extirpation of the love
of combat which is inherent in the na
ture of mankind. The notion that
hard general work, resulting in full
muscular development, saps vitality,
weakens the organs and is a wearying
incubus to the individual is so illogi
cal as hardly to deserve an answer, re
marks the Boston Post. But some per
sons believe this. Such should pity
the wild animals that, guided only by
in instinctive physiological ne#l, run,
jump, pursue and wrestle with one an
other, thereby using and developing
fully their whole bodies.
Diplomatic Subject.
Italy’s king recently paid a visit to
Vesuvius. On the occasion of a pre
vious visit an Italian newspaper an
nounced that “ the eruption had the
honor of being witnessed by his maj
esty.” It was a German paper that
once stated that a certain royal prince
“was graciously pleased to be born
yesterday.” Equally courtierlike wa£
an army officer in attendance on the
king of Spain not long ago. The king
asked him what was the time. The
courtier fumbled for his watch, but
could not find it, then respectfully re
plied: “Whatever time your majesty
pleases.”
FIND HEART OF RAMESES.
Vital Organ of Great Egyptian King
Preserved in Vase for \
3,164 Tears.
A recent Issue of the Comptes Ren
dus of the Paris academy contains au
account of the successful identification
of the heart of Rameses II., the Sesos
tris of the Greeks, after having been
preserved since 1258 B. C. in soda and
resinoid antiseptics.
Some months ago, says the New
York Times, the council of the Na
tional Museum of the Louvre acquired
possession of the four vases in blue
enamel which contain the viscera and
heart of Rameses II.. and bear large
medallions representing the names and
attributes of the king.
The directors of the Egyptian muse
um desired absolute confirmation as to
the contents of the vases and Intrusted
the examination of their contents to
M. Lortet, who, with his colleagues,
Professors Hugounenq, Renaut and
Rigan, made a careful physiological ex
amination. Three of the vases con
tained bandages of linen tightly com
pacted and hardened by the carbonate
of soda and aromatic resinous sub
stances of reddish color, which had
been employed as antiseptics and had
probably contained the stomach, intes
tines and liver of the great king. These
viscera, however, were only found td
be represented by r. quantity of granu
lar matter, mixed with a large propor
tion of powdered carbonate of soda
and so could not be identified.
The fourth vase, which was fitted
with a lid or cover adorned with the
head of a jackal, proved to contain the
heart. This organ was found trans
formed into a kind of oval plate, eight
centimeters long and four centimeters
wide. The substance of the heart was
hornlike and the saw had to be used in
obtaining sections of it for examination
and finally the razor, so as to reduce
these sections to the attenuation neces
sary for microscopic examination.
Under the miscroscope these sections
gave unmistakable evidence of the mus.
cular fibers peculiar to the heart, espe
cially characterized by being arranged
in bundles of such fibers, crossing each
other. Since this special muscular
arrangement is not found In any other
part of the body except the tongue and
as the mummy of Rameses II., which
is preserved at Cairo, contains the
tongue intact, the experts have no
doubt whatever that the vase actually
contained the heart of Rameses II. flat
tened and transformed into a hornlike
substance by its long sojourn in the
soda preservatives.
King Rameses II. died 1,258 years be
fore the Christian era and hence some
3,164 years have elapsed since his heart
was first embalmed.
STRANGE SAVAGE CUSTOM
Weird Tribal Ceremony of the Natives
of the Anglo-Abyssinian
Boundary.
Some remarkable tribal customs are
reported by an expedition sent into
the comparatively unknown countries
between the Abyssinian capital and
the northwest of Lake Rudolf, in the
neighborhood of the Anglo-Abyssinian
boundary.
While the expedition was fitting out
at Maji, the Abyssinian post in the
southwest, the local Shankalla king
died. He was sewn up in a fresh hide
bag in a sitting position and placed
on the floor of his hut, which stood in
a clearing in the forest, and from
miles around his subjects came to the
lying in state.
The ground of the clearing was of
hard beaten clay. All round were
thick rows of huge "gogo” palms, and
on one side four spacious, well
thatched huts and a curious mound,
probably sacrificial. By the side of
the huts thousands of cow bells, sweet
in tone as those in a Swiss upland
valley, were hung on rude trestles and
swung backwards and forwards by
bands of women under the direction
of an old witch.
The hard, level flooring of the clear
ing shook under the feet of hundreds
of naked warriors, chanting a wild
song of death, now advancing in a
rhythmic rush, now retreating and
leaving two of their number in the
open, who, with their 12-foot spears
held horizontally just over their
shoulders, the shafts qivering like a
snake before it strikes, danced a wild
war dance, keeping time to the chant
of the chorus.
When the din grew louder the
crowd surged round the dead king’s
hut, suddenly parted, and through the
lane thus formed dashed a gleaming
figure, adorned with a leopard skin,
orange colored ostrich feathers, beads,
and bands of copper and brass and
ivory round his neck and arms.
Three times he rushed round the
clearing, followed by the shouting,
singing warriors, and then disap
peared as quickly as he had come.
The new king had been chosen.
COLD WATER ON TROUBLED OILS
Great Critic—Oh, no, it’s not bad.
Our Artist—From you that is indeed
praise, sir.
“Yes, I was saying it’s not bad, it’B—
simply awful.”
ALWAYS PLEASANT.
Vera—I don’t fancy you care much
about the smell of powder, colonel.
The Old Boy—Well, I do bar some;
but I don’t mind yours particularly,—
Scraps.
Reforming of Jed Quimby
BY KENNETT .HARRIS.
"He’d kick if he was hung,” said the
storekeeper, with bitter jocularity.
“Not if they tied his legs," grinned
Sol Baker.
“He must ha’ been hittln’ the shafts,”
continued the storekeeper, regarding
the broken buggy whip, mournfully.
“I don’t know why I changed it for
him. Because I'm too good-natured an'
easy-goin’ for my cwn good.”
“That ain’t the reason,” corrected
Washington Hancock. “It’s because
you kain’t afford >o lose his trade in
the fust place, an’ in the second you
won’t lose nothin’ by it. You’ll make
a roar to the house that sold you them
whips an’ make ’em take it off the bill,
an’ then you’ll sell it to somebody fer
a quarter, bein’ the tip’s broke off. You
ain’t got no kick, Rufe.”
Baker and Parsons sniggered.
“An’ yet,” continued Hancock, “there
ain’t no denyin’ ’at the ol’ man's sort
er hard to please. He alius was more
or less that a-way. But he hain’t as
bad as Jed Quimby afore he reformed.
Jed would kick whether his legs was
tied or not. An’ he had more luck than
any man in the county—good farm,
brick house, money in the bank an’ a
right nice fam’ly. That was over in
Saline—afore my folks moved here.
“He got a pension o’ J15 a month
from the government on account o’ git
tin’ shot in the arm by a pistol he wus
cleanin’ the same week he was mus
tered in. That let him right out gir.
an’ he didn’t have to hire no substi
tute, but he couldn’t never hit the
backs of his hands together behind
him, after that wound, an’ he uster cry
whenever he thought of it.”
“Fifteen dollars a month was pretty
good, though,” commented the store
keeper.
"Jed didn’t think so,” said Hancock.
"He uster say, ‘Look at Gin’ral Gran*
an' what they give him.’ He uster wor
ry about Grant every time he drawed
that |15. I worked for him a week
oncet an’ blame if he was satisfied
with me.”
"Shoo!” ejaculated Parsons. “You’re
a-foolin’.”
“He was a master hand to eat,” said
Hancock, “only there wasn’t nothin’
that ever jest suited him. I’ve seen
him set down to fried chicken an’
mashed ’taters an’ fixin’s an’ lemon,
pie, an’ then make a row because there
wasn’t no salt pork on the table. For
some reason he alius got the biggest
crops of anybody around him, but tf it
was corn he’d pity himself because it
wasn’t wheat he’d raised an’ then if it
was an extry good year the prices'
wouldn’t be as big as if it had been a
bad year an’ he’d say that was jest like
his ornery luck.
"I remember one year it was dry an’
everything was a-burnin’ up. They’d
been a-puttin’ up p’titions for rain for
three Sundays hand runnin’. Jed had
in mighty nigh 200 acres o’ corn,
b’sides all the garden truck. Well, jest
when it looked like there’d be a teeto
tal failure, there com? a rain—a soak
er. It opened up good an’ strong an’
kep’ rainin’. Now an’ then it ’ud quit
long enough to let the sun come out
an’ warm things up an’ after that it
’ud start in ag’in. You could see the
corn grow and everything else 'hot
right up. I seen Jed a day or two after
an’ he was goin’ around with his face
drawed down like he'd bit inter a green
persimmon.
" ‘That was a right good rain, I
“ ‘Plague take the rain,’ says Jed.
*1 didn’t know it was a-comin’ an’ I
left the buggy cushions out leanin’
against the barn an’ the dad burned
things ain’t dry yet—sp’iled ’em, I
wouldn’t wonder!’
‘‘Another time the insurance run out
on his barn an’ he was two days with
out any insurance because he flggered
the company was a-chargia’ him too
high a rate. The third day he went
downtown an’ took out a policy in an
other company an’ while he was down
town the barn ketched fire an’ burned
down to the ground. He jest done it in
time. He took out the policy at two
o’clock an’ the barn burned about a
quarter to three. He collected all right,
but he was mad because the barn
didn’t burn a week sooner so’s he
could have collectel from the old com
pany afore his policy expired.
‘‘Folks used to say there ought to be
a jedgment on Jed, an’ sure enough it
comes at last. It begun with the hog
cholera. Inside of a week he didn’t
have a shote to his name. Then his
cows got some sort o’ epizootic that
cleaned out the best part o’ them an’
the branch flooded an’ drowned out his
chickens an’ the 17-year locusses took
the crops an’ he got into a lawsuit over
some fool thing or ernuther an’ there
was 42 of his peach trees got the yel
lers an’ he broke his leg. That wasn’t
the half o’ what happened, either. In
two years he had the farm mortgaged
an’ was scrabblin’ to get a bare livin’
an’ the intrust out of it. That’s what
cured Jed Quimby of his sinful kickin'
an’ unthankfulness for his mercies.”
“Cured him, did it?” asked the store
keeper.
"Well, yes,’ ’replied Hancock. “One
day his boy Ellery found coal croppin’
along the barren ridge by the branch
an’ he went an’ got some fellers to
come an' look at it an’ the upshot was
Jed sold 80 acres at $1,000 an acre an’
10 cents for every ton mined. He didn't
seem extry enthoosiastic about it at
first, but Ellery kep’ a pesterin’ him
after they closed the deal to say he
was satisfied, an’ then all of a suddent
he kind o’ reelized his luck an’ loos
ened up for the fust time in his life
“ ‘Well,’ says Jed, stickin’ out his
lips, ‘I won’t say as I’m satisfied—not
to say satisfied, Ellery, but then after
all it ain’t so measly bad.’ ’’—Chicago
Daily News.
Post-Cards for Princess Ena.
A scheme Is on foot to make a pres
ent of a very unique kind to Princess
Ena. This will be a collection of post
cards from the whole of Spain, with
“piropos” dedicated to her royal high
ness. A “plropo” is a short phrase
eulogizing the beauty of women. The
cards will be arranged In special al
bums, with artistic bindings, one for
every province in Spain.
Sage Counsel.
“What would you think of a girl
that treated you as she’s treated me?"
“I wouldn’t think of her—I’d quit
It”—Cleveland Leader.
PADEREWSKI’S BELLBOY.
Musical Youth Made a Hit with th<
Great Pianist by Playing
His “Minuet.”
Rosamond Johnson, of Cole & John
son, composers of that once popular
song, "Under the Bamboo Tree,” once
held a position as bellboy in Young's
hotel in Boston. This place, says Suc
cess Magazine, he once nearly lost,
through taking the liberty of playing
Paderewski’s “Minuet” for the great
pianist. Paderewski, who was stay
ing at that hotel, had rung for a bell
boy, and young Johnson answered the
call.
Being so fond of music, he made
bold to ask the great composer and
pianist to play the “Minuet” for him.
Paderewski could not understand Eng
lish then, and the boy thought from
his gesticulations that he wished him
to play it. So he sat down at the
piano and commenced playing. Pad
erewski’s manager happened to enter
the room just then, and, enraged at
the bellboy’s presumption, threw him
out of the room and went directly to
the management and had him dis
charged.
As soon as he learned what had
been done, Paderewski, who had been
pleased with the lad’s playing, sent
fo^ the manager of the hotel and had
Johnson reinstated in his position.
Smokers appreciate the quality value of
Lewis Single Binder cigar. Your dealer
or Lewis’ Factory, Peoria, 111.
"It is a faux pas,” remarks an urban
philosopher, "to ask a lady what a
faux pas is who never heard of a faux
pas.”
The Best Results in Starching
can be obtained only by using De
fiance Starch, besides getting 4 oz.
more for same money—no cocking re
quired.
There are two kinds of men, those
who make a woman happy before
marriage and those who make her
happy after, and she generally picks
the first kind.—N. Y. Press.
‘I see the San Franciscans made a
brave fight to save their mint.”
"Yes, sah; yes, sah,” responded the
gentleman from the south; “the julep
season approaches, sah.”—Cleveland
Leader.
Try One Package.
If “Defiance Starch” does not please
you, return it to your dealer. If it
does you get one-third more for the
same money. It will give you satis
faction, and will not stick to the iron.
Particulars Wanted.
"Ah, dearest,” sighed young Broke
:eigh. “I can not live without you.”
“Why not?” queried the girl with
the obese bank balance. “Did you lose
your job?”—Columbus Dispatch.
Every boy has three ambitions be
fore he finally settles down. His first
is to be the snare drummer in the
village band. The second is to be an
Indian killer and scout. The third is
to be a locomotive engineer. Then he
forgets about them and is ambitious
only to make a living.
He Pitied Them.
A little boy was on his first coun
try excursion, relates the Brooklyn
Citizen. Some birds were flying high
overhead, and his hostess, a young
woman, said:
"Look up. Tommy. See the pretty
birds flying through the air.”
Tommy looked up quickly, and then
he said in a compassionate tone:
“Poor little fellers! They ain’t got
no cages, have they?”—Detroit Free
Press.
Sklddoo'
The young man was trying to think
of something else to say when the
young woman suddenly spoke up.
“By the way, Mr. Lingerlong,” she
raid. “I tried to call you up by tele
phone this morning, but I didn’t get
any response.’’
“You tried to call me up by tele
phone?”
“Yes; I wanted to ask you a ques
tion.”
“Why, I haven’t any telephone num
ber.”
“0, yes you have. Double six four
seven.”
The young man made a rapid mental
calculation.
“Twenty-three!” he gasped, reaching
for his hat.—Chicago Tribune.
KNIFED.
Coffee Knifed an Old Soldier.
An old soldier, released from cof
fee at 72, recovered his health and tells
about it as follows:
"I stuck to coffee for years, although
It knifed me again and again.
“About eight years ago (as a result
of coffee drinking which congested my
liver), I was taken with a very severe
attack of malarial fever.
"I would apparently recover and
start about my usual work only to suf
fer a relapse. After this had beeD
repeated several times during the yeai
f -^as again taken violently ill.
“The Doctor said he had carefully
studied my case, and it was either ‘quit
coffee or die,’ advising me to take Pos
tum in its place. I had always thought
coffee one of my dearest friends, and
especially when sick, and I was very
much taken back by the Doctor’s deci
sion, for I hadn’t suspected the coffee
I drank could possibly cause my trou
ble.
I thought it over for a few minutes,
and finally told the Doctor X would
make the change. Postum was pro
cured for me the same day and made
according to directions; well, I liked
it and stuck to it, and since then I
have been a new man. The change it
health began in a few days and sur
prised me, and now, although I air
seventy-two years of age, I do lots of
hard work, and for the past month
have been teaming, driving sixteen
miles a day besides loading and un
loading the wagon. That’s what Pos
tum in the place of coffee has done
for me. I now like the Postum as well
as I did coffee.
“I have known people who did noi
care for Postum at first, but after hav
ing learned to make it properly accord
ing to directions they have come t<j
like it as well as coffee. I never miss
a chance to praise it.” Name given
by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich.
look for the little book, “The P.oad
to Wellvllle,” in pkgs.