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    DIES IN ATTEMPT
TO PROVE THEORY
COLORADO KAN STARVES AS
RESULT OF STRANGE VISION.
HOPE IS IMMORTAL LIFE.
Convinced That Mortal Being Can Ex
ist Forever on This Earth, He Tries
to Find Solution—Succumbs
After 60-Day Fast.
Denver, Col.—In ;• vain attempt to
win immortal life on earth by a meth
od revealed to him in a vision and
front a morbid study of the philos
ophy of the life hereafter, Charles La
Mountain, of Arvada, died of starva
tion after a self-imposed fast of 60
days.
The story Is a most wonderful one
r>f the striving of a human soul to
reach immortality and a knowledge of
the after life; groping around, study
ing, thinking, in a vain efTort to ar
rive at a solution.
He died in an effort to prove that
upon the human trr.me a new body
could be built repeatedly, after the
old one had been wasted away by
starvation. More than two months
ago he began the process of starva
tion, and such was his Iron will that
for two months he kept alive, never
tasting food, but finally nature got the
better of him. When he started he
weighed 250 pounds, and was a giant
in strength and ruggedness. He
weighed 115 pounds the day before his
end.
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According to airs. m. lMartin, tne
sister, LaMountain was born 57 years
ago. At the age ot 17 he enlisted and
served throughout the civil war. At |
the end of the civil war he went to
Mexico, serving under Diaz and the
patriots against the invasion of the
French and Maximilian, who were
there trying to establish an empire.
He never returned east, but came to
Colorado and became a railroad en
gineer. He served rs engineer until
the boiler of his engine exploded, near
Leadville, in the early days of the
great camp, and since that time he
has been engaged in various enter
prises, mining, sheep raising and in
venting. He retired several years ago
with money enough to keep himself,
sister, and a crippled brother, whom
he has been supporting all his life.
In his everyday behavior he was al
ways normal, clear to the end, and
there seemed no trace of insanity.
His peculiar interest in the unknown
problems of life and his striving after
immortality began at the death of a
niece and her two children many years
ago, upon whom his affections were
centered. He had been an infidel, not
believing in any religion and in the
answers they give in regard to the fu
ture life.
“He began the study of everything
that promised to throw light on the
mystery," said his Lrother. “He read
everything, strange books on mesmer
ism, psychology, science, weird phil
osophies of the Hindus, Egyptians, and
of all the people on earth you can
think of. It became a passion with
him.
“Some years ago he came to us in
the morning with the remark: Tt is
all right. Don’t worry about Lizzie.
She is better off than we are.’ Then
he told us a story of remarkable vision.
“ ’I was lying on the bed in my
room,’ he said, ‘whan suddenly I be
came conscious that 1—the real I—had
left the mortal body. I turned and saw
my body lying on the bed. I was a
spirit, or something I know not what. ]
“I BECAME CONSCIOUS THAT I—THE
REAL I—HAD LEFT THE MORTAL
BODY.”
Impelled by some unknown and unseen
power, I left the house and soon felt
myself rising in the air. After awhile
we stopped. It was a place something
like this world of ours, only much
more beautiful. But there was no sun
there.
" ‘We moved on and finally reached
the most beautiful spot that eyes have
ever seen. There were flowers and long
vistas of beautiful trees. I heard music
and sweet voices. It seemed as if all
the grand music I had ever heard was
joined into one. Away in the distance
I saw a great crowd. And there I
saw Lizzie.’
"From that time my brother became
more morbid than ever on the subject.
He was sure that the vision was real
and that he had been taken to an
other life. Finally, from his vision, he
became convinced that a person can
live forever in this world, provided
only he can renew his body, and that
it was possible to leave it temporarily
and wander to the next world. He de
veloped a theory that starvation was
necessary to get rid of the old body
and before a new one could take its
place.
"He began the great experiment Of
course, we knew he was just starving
himself to death. We tried in every
■way to persuade aim to eat. But he
was a man of inflexible will. He kept
getting weaker, thtnner and thinner,
pntil everybody saw that he could not
live much longer, but still he would
not eat
“He recognized his mistake a few
days before the end. He felt he was
going. He said then that he would
take nourishment, but he had been a
vegetarian all his life, and we could
not get him to take any broth or meat.
We called in Dr. E. P. Greene, but it
was too late.
"He passed away cheerfully, saying:
'I’ve made the great experiment, and
I guess I have failed. But I am not
sorry. It is all for the best.’ ”
DESPERATE ENCOUNTER
WITH SAVAGE BRUTES
Hunter Enters Wolves’ Den and Slays
Six Beasts with Six
Bullets.
Embar, Wyo.—C. E. Blondie, of this
place, is under doctors’ care for
wounds which he received in an en
counter which is unique in the annals
of the daring exploits of the hunters
of the Big Horn country.
Blondie is a ranchman who has suf
fered severely from the ravages of
wolves among his cattle, and a few
weeks ago he set about systematically
to clear his ranges of the wolves. Re
cently he discovered a den on a rocky
hillside in which were six half-grown
wolves. Armed only with his six
HE FIRED HIS REMAINING SHOT,
shooter the hunter entered the den
and ,had killed five of the pups when
the mother, hearing their cries, en
tered the den.
It was too small for Blonuie to stand
upright, so with only one cartridge in
his gun he was compelled to meet the
attack of the enraged mother on his
hands and knees and in darkness that
prevented his reloading his six-shoot
er. The old wolf hesitated as she en
tered the den, but the smell . the
blood of her dead offspring and the
yelps of the pup still alive, emboldened
her to rush at the hapless rancher and
fix her teeth in his arm.
Just as she took hold of him he fired
his remaining shot into her skull and
fortunately killed her instantly, but
her teeth remained fixed in the ranchr
er’s arm, while the great body blocked
the way out of the little cavern.
After frantic efforts, using the barrel
of his six-shooter as a lever, Blondie
succeeded in loosening the jaws of the
wolf and made his way into the open.
His horse, terrified by the approach
of the old wolf or the commotion in
the cave, had fled, compelling the
wounded man to walk several miles to
him home wuh his wounded arm,
causing intense pain and his nerves
shaken by the experience he had
passed through. Prompt medical
treatment was given him and the
wounds cauterized, and no infection by
blood poison is now feared.
The killing of six wolves with six
pistol shots is a feat never before
duplicated in this section.
turbine'a'saver'of coal
Economy Effected by the New Ma
rine Engines Eas Been
Amply Shown.
Though the owners and builders of
steamships have only recently come to
realize that the turbine requires less
steam and hence less fuel than the
reciprocating engine, it is now evi
dent, says the New York Tribune, that
indications of this fact were discover
able five or six years ago. In the ex
perience of the torpedo boat destroy
ers Cobra and Viper, on which the
Parsons engine had its first real trial,
there was probably no sign of econ
omy. Then came in successive years
two river boats for service on the
Clyde, the King Edward and the
Queen Alexandra, and a ferry boat de
signed to cross the English channel.
From a paper read before a Liver
pool engineering society a few days
ago it appears that the King Edward
demonstrated its ability to travel
farther with the same allowance of
coal than a boat of the same size
which had paddle wheels and recipro
cating engines. The sidewheel craft
now gets 7.73 miles out of a ton of
coal, the King Edward 8.9 and the
Queen Alexandra fully 9 miles. What
is more, the two turbine steamers
j travel faster than their rival. The
difference in fuel consumption be
tween the first channel boat having
turbines and the best paddle-wheel
steamer running on the same route
was extraordinary and it looks now
as if it was exceptional also. The
old vessel traveled more slowly than
the new one. yet it required seven per
cent, more fuel per mile.
At least two reasons can be sug
gested for the tardiness with which
the economy of the turbine was rec
ognized. In a measure, no doubt, this
quality was overwhelmed by the in
crease in speed which the Parsons en
gine made feasible. Again, there
might have been a doubt about the
justice of assigning all of the gain
effected to the engine and not credit
ing the screw propeller, which was
substituted for paddle wheels, with
any share of it. A much more sig
nificant comparison was possible when
the British admiralty tried the two
styles of engine on cruisers having
not only the same model, displacement
and boiler capacity but also the same
mechanism for utilizing the power
generated.
New MixeraL
Molybdenite is now being exported
to the United Kingdom from Norway,
the deposits near Flehketjord having,
it is understood, heen sold to a British
company. The production in 1905 is
given as about 29 tom*
REVEALED STANDARD OIL METHODS.
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Maywood Maxon, of Decatur, 111., who was in the service of the Standard
Oil company or its subsidiary concerns 27 years, has given the interstate
commerce commission some startling insights into the methods of the big
corporation in dealing with its competitors. For a long time Mr. Maxon was
in charge of the Decatur district, but he finally left the Standard in 1903.
BOARDING A BAD BRONCHO
Trick That Is Performed by the
Most Fearless Cowboys
Only.
By now we had all saddled up and
mounted, save "The Swede.” He
was very short, with a long body and
bowed legs; • his hair and eyebrows
light against the burned red of the
face. His belt hung very low on the
hips and his blue jeans were turned up
nearly to the knee. The ribbon of his
high crowned felt hat was bordered by
the red ends of many matches, and he
wore a new silk handkerchief that
hung like a bib over his checkered
shirt, relates Scribner’s Magazine.
We watched him as he led his mount
Into “open country,” for the horse was
known to be “bad.” His name was
Billy Hell, and he looked every bit of
that. He was white, of poor breed,
end probably from the north.
"The Swede” walked to the nigh
side of his horse and hung the stirrup
for a quick mount. Then he ran his
hands over all parts of the saddle, giv
ing the cloth a tug to see if it were
well set. He pulled up the latigo one
ar two more holes for luck and spit
into his rough hands. The horse
stood perfectly still, his hind legs
drawn well under him; his head hung
lower and lower, the ears were flat
tened back on his neck, and his tail
was drawn down between his legs.
“The Swede” tightened his belt, pulled
SHOPPING FIEND KICKS.
Queer Complaints Made by Small
Purchasers in the Depart
ment Stores.
I have always considered the deliv
ery department the hardest one to
manage,” said one of the best known
merchants in New York, reports the
World. “And I consider the man in
charge of it about the most important
assistant I have. It is a position that
tries the patience, for a day never
passes that we do not have scores of
complaints from customers who expect
us to exceed the very best time sched
ules we can arrange. A few of the
complaints are justifiable, but most of
them are ridiculous.
“For example, a woman who had or
dered a small bill of goods about noon
i telephoned angrily from her home at
four o'clock because the goods had not
been delivered. Another woman threat
ened to take her trade to some other
store because we would not deliver the
same evening some goods she had pur
chased about five o'clock.
“One of the mo3t aggravating com
plaints we had ea^ie to our attention
only the other day. A most excitable
feminine voice over the telephone de
manded to know instantly why her
purchase had not been delivered the
hour it was promised. She gave her
name and address, and on investiga
tion wTe found that the goods, seven
cents’ worth in all. had been ordered
MEETING PLACE OF THE DOUMA.
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The famous Tauride palace in St. Petersburg has been given up for the
use of the Douma, the representatives of the Russian people. The building is
many centuries old.
his hat well down on his head, seized
the check strap of the brid.'e with
one hand, and then carefully fitted his
right over the shiny metal horn. For
an instant he hesitated, an'1 fhen, with
a glance at the horse s head, he thurst
his boot into the iron stirrup and
swung himself with a mighty effort
into the saddle.
The horse quivered and his eyes be
came glaring white spots. His huge
muscles gathered and knotted them
selves in angry response to the insult
Then with his great brutish strength
he shot from the ground, bawling and
squealing in a frantic struggle to free
himself of the human burden. It was
like unto death. Eight times he
pounded the hard ground, twisting and
weaving and bucking in circles. The
man was part of his ponderous, creak
ing saddle; his body responded to
every movement of the horse, and as
he swayed back and forth he cursed
the horse again and again in his own
native tongue.
Hope of the Bald.
“I can always tell a man this time
of year who is losing his hair," said a
Btreet car conductor. “They always
ride with their hats off where the sud
will heat down on them and the wind
blow their scanty locks about. Every
man that Is getting baldheaded imag
ines If he could go bareheaded long
enough in the open air the head of
bair of bis youth would come back.”
—Kansas City Times.
To Improve the Arms.
Immediately after washing in warm
water massage the arms with the skin
food and If the conditions be favor
able you will see an Improvement in a
mantis,
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delivered above One Hundred and
Fiftieth street, on the East side. The
goods had been purchased in the fore
noon and we had been ordered to de
liver them the same afternoon. We
delivered them the next morning, but
I suppose we shall never have another
seven-cent order from that customer.”
FACTS ABOUT SAFETY PIN.
Obliging Clerk Imparts Interesting
Information Concerning
the Article.
"One dozen safety pins. Twelve
cents. Thank you, madam,” said the
clerk. “Your change will be here in
one moment.”
She was very pretty. • He was
young. A conversation sprang up.
“There is a strange story connected
with the safety pin,” the clerk said.
“An Englishman invented this pin
some 30 or 40 years ago. For this ad
mirable invention he was highly hon
ored. Fetes and applause were show
ered upon him. If I am not mistaken,
the man was even knighted.
' “And about three years ago, in exca
vating in Pompeii, they came upon—
what do you think? A perfect safety
pin. Hundreds of perfect bronze safety
pins. The Englishman’s invention
wasn’t new at all. It was 2,000 years
old.
“The man had been feted and hon
ored all his life, he had even been
knighted, for an invention that he didn’t
invent.”
In the Spring.
Why not take some old-faahloned
treacle, made of sulphur and molasses?
Or you can take port wine and sulphur
Uncle Bertram’s
Curate
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I By SHIRLIANA
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(Copyright, by Joseph B. Bowies.)
Uncle Bertram would have a curate!
The parish, which all told, only mus
ters 500 souls, <;id not really want one,
and we—mother, Constance, George
and I—certainly did not want one. But
t was no use. Uncle had made up hie
mind to it and nothing would have
stopped him. It was one of his new
fads.
I must tell you that mother is a
widow, and, with us, keeps house for
our bachelor uncle. As long as I can
•emember, the rectory had been our
home.
We all—except Constance, who ts
Just 17 and sentimental—tried the
J8ual amount of arguments, and we all,
of course, failed, as we usually did
when Uncle Bertram was bent upon
some new scheme. But the shadow ol
this latest fad hung over our heads
with unusual heaviness; and when the
following advertisement appeared in
the leading church paper we felt that
the new trouble was indeed upon us;
‘‘Wanted, by a country rector, a
young curate. No objection to one
fresh from the university to whom a
title might be given. Broad-minded
preferred. Offered: board and resi
dence in charming old rectory, with
small salary. Dry, bracing climate.
Plenty of spare time could be guaran
teed. Tennis, golf, boating, bathing,
aockey, bicycling, riding, driving, mo
toring, and the use of stables.”
Uncle had no less tnan 30 replies to
his advertisement. Oh! those replies!
Some of them were worth keeping.
After much consideration uncle weed
ed them down to five. And then the
fun began.
The five selected candidates were
each requested to come, in turn, to
have a personal interview; and as we
are ten miles from the nearest railway
station, we had to put each of them up
for the night.
lae nrsi, air. ljuveiace, a ueucaie,
poetical-looking man, arrived on a bit
terly cold day. After the ten miles in
our pony cart, with Nebuchadnezzar in
a stubborn mood, Mr. Lovelace pre
sented a forlorn appearance indeed. 1
was sure that Uncle Bertram had
tried his best to be cheery and equally
sure that he failed signally all along
.he way.
"Ah!’- he said, as he brought his
drenched victim into the hall, "now
:hat we're home at last, Mr. Lovelace,
all the trials of the journey will be for
gotten.”
We were all in the hall and Con
stance looked compassionately at the
half-drowned man, who rolled his eyes
towards hers as though he descried in
them the only kindred spirit. Mother
said she hoped he had not taken cold,
that she had ordered a fire in his bed
room, and that tea would be ready
5COQ.
After he had become a few degrees
ess cold and a few shades less blue,
it a given signal—a cough from Un
de Bertram—we all left the drawing
•oom, that the rector and his select
id candidate might be alone.
I never heard exactly what passed
between them, but after about an hour
ind a half uncle came out of the draw
ing room, excited and rather cross,
ind said to mother in the dining room:
'Mr. Lovelace has taken a chill and
will retire to his room at once. He
would like a small quantity of quaker
sats, some sweet spirits of nitre, and
l hot water bottle.
Then he returned to the drawing
room, left the door open and said to
Mr. Lovelace: "There is a very good
ixpress train early in the morning, and
ao doubt, with this chill, you will be
jlad to get back to your aunt in Lon
ion as soon as possible.”
Uncle, nothing daunted, speedily ar
ranged for the next man, a Mr. Robin
:rom Nottingham, to come on approval,
rhe fates were kinder to him, inas
much as he arrived on a fine warm
lay; and Nebuchadnezzar, driven by
3eorge—the only person who can make
aim go—came home in his best style.
Uncle, who hates monotony, had this
:ime arranged quite a different plan of
;ampalgn.
Tea was sent in for them in the
study and Constance (though for that
matter all of us, but Constance espe
cially), for obvious reasons was kept
>ut of the way as much as possible.
However, we gleaned a good deal
ibout Mr. Robin from George, who had
lot wasted the opportunities afforded
iy a ten miles’ drive.
“He’s a bounder,” said George, “and
can’t possibly do. His chief reason for
replying to the advertisement was that
le might live in a rectory.”
Mother — poor mother — said she
loped he had been vaccinated and
wished she had not given him the best
spare room.
The atmosphere seemed charged
with possibilities, and we wondered
low lrifeg Uncle Bertram would keep
lim bottled up in the study. After a
time our patience and curiosity were
relieved, fcr when uncle came to us I
saw by his face that the man’s fate
was decreed; and although we were
sorry for him at first, all pity left us
when, at the evening meal, he said: "1
wonder if I might have a drop of
Irish’?” Visions of temperance meet
ings came to our minds, and we kicked
each other under the table. There is
nothing more to chronicle about Mr.
Robin. He, too, left by the early morn
ing train, after squeezing Constance's
hand.
I wonder Nebuchadnezzar didn’t
strike at the number of journeys he
made to and from the station during
the time uncle was interviewing these
curates.
The next specimen was a sporting
parson, but he was a nice man and we
all liked him. I believe he would have
been a success; but for some unknown
reason he didn't take to us!
Whether his taste for horseflesh was
shocked by the sight of Nebuchadnez
zar, or whether he couldn't stand our
coffee (it Is bad, I know) we never
knew. I think, myself, that he misin
terpreted the advertisement, or took i
too literally.
He wrote to Uncle Bertram after his
visit and said that if he heard of any
one who wanted training for the colo
nies he would remember him.
The fourth who tried his fate was a
Mr. Fitzgerald. He wasn’t very young,
and yet he wanted a title. He had
been to Cambridge, unattached, when
middle-aged, and eventually got his de
gree. His history before that epoch was
veiled in mystery. The only clue to
his past was his apparent familiar ac
quaintance with royalty. The touch of
mystery and his intimacy with the
royal family made him interesting.
But I could see that uncle thought
him rather doubtful. I wish he had
told us candidly what he had been.
I expect he had done something like
winding up the royal clocks. Though,
if that was the case, why need he have
been ashamed of such good work I can
not understand.
I think Mr. Fitzgerald would have
suited us in many ways, but uncle
didn't feel sure of him, so he was dis
missed, though with less summariness
than uncle dismissed his other unsuc
cessful candidates.
After Mr. Fitzgerald there was only
one other possible curate, a Mr. Mer
ton, left.
When Nebuchadnezzar, with George
and me, set out to meet Mr. Merton, he
said, as plainly as any horse could say:
"Now, mind, much more of this unnec
essary curate conveying and I shall
strike, and fell into his most irritating
and uncomfortable jog-trot forthwith,
DOWNCAST AND ALONE.
to emphasize his intention. When ho
saw Mr. Merton—who had described
himself as “cheerful and homely look
ing”—he simply turned up his nose,
sniffed and refused to move when
starting time came.
Only those who have had similar bit
ter experiences will believe me when I
say that move he would not till George
ran in front of him with a handful of
oats (we always carry a nosebag foi
him) for the first two miles of our
journey.
I shall never forget that afternoon.
Mr. Merton, shiny, fat and beaming;
I jerking the reins and calling at Neb
uchadnezzar till I was hoarse; George
furious, running in front of our sulky
horse with the handful of oats.
At the end of the first two miles
Nebuchadnezzar managed to seize the
oats and devour them. Then he al
lowed George to get into the driver’s
seat, Mr. Merton getting up behind,
took the bit between his teeth and
raced home. Mr. Merton hung, like
grim death, on our knifeboard of a
back seat.
Well, somehow, Mr. Merton didn’t do
either, though he wanted to be
come our curate and said he should
have enjoyed the "quaint” life.
“Quaint" was his own word, and I
know he meant it naively, and not
rudely.
But uncle was getting impatient, and
impatiencs only made him more criti
cal and not less easy to please.
As soon as Mr. Merton had been dis
missed, uncle informed us that he was
advertising again. It was a very dif
ferent advertisement this time, how
ever: "Wanted, a curate for a quiet
country parish. Age immaterial, but
must be earnest and a gentleman. In
terview in London.”
There were not so many replies, but
uncle said they were "more to the
point.” We were not allowed to see
them, and, of course, there was none of
the fun of the curates coming down for
the night. Instead, Uncle Bertram in
terviewed them at the waiting room
in the railway station, allowing half an
hour for six interviews.
But he always came home afterwards
downcast and alone.
Uncle Bertram is still without a
curate.
CHINESE AS SLOW AS EVER
Agricultural Machinery Is a Rarity
in the Fields of Their
Country.
In the agricultural sections of the
entire Yangtse valley there is prac
tically no use whatever for foreign
agricultural implements. The Chi
nese laborers in the rice and cotton
fields, in the mulberry groves and in
the gardens find the Chinese imple
ments of greater utility than any of
the foreign and adhere to them. The
Chinese hoe, vrhich contains a much
greater weight of metal than the for
eign one, being practically a mattock,
is, according to their ideas, more
serviceable in this heavy soil than
the foreign Implement.
All the ordinary hand implement^
of agriculture are shaped and con
structed according to Chinese taste.
Agricultural machinery Is not used
in this section, even the plow being
a great rarity. The Chinese turn over
the ground usually with their mat
tocks. It is harrowed in a primitive
way and when the crop is gathered
hand labor does all the work.
Under these conditions it is not
strange that the importing firms of
Shanghai do not consider it worth
while to carry a line of agricultural
implements. It is difficult even to ob
tain a foreign implement for use in
the garden of a foreigner in Shanghai.
This is the present condition and to
ill appearances it bids fair to con
tone for an indefinite period. In the
lorth, and especially in Manchuria!
ome agricultural implements are be
ng used, but these are rather the re
mit of Russian introduction 0f
hinese desire. The statement was
na.de recently In one of the northern
<a;?ers that the introduction of mod
rn agricultural implements seemed
jractically as far oft as ever.
GIVE THE BOY A ROOM.
Let the Boy Have a Retreat of His.
Own Which He May Arrange to
Suit His Own Tastes.
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You say it is too expensive to give
each boy a room for his hobbies and
belongings, but after all it will not
cost as much as the Turkish rugs and:
costly furniture you are thinking of
buying for the parlor this spring. Do
you owe most to your neighbors, or to
your own bright, noisy boys.
We wish that every boy might have'
a room of his own, and be responsible
for its care. The floor should be of
hardwood and uncarpeted, the furni
ture solid and substantial. Let the
boy have it decorated according to bis
own fancy. It will be interesting to,
watch the growth of his artictic ideas.!
There should be a bookcase, or desk,
a big solid table in the middle of the
room, with plenty of space for Sam's
printing press or Robert’s box of tools
or checkers and chessboards and other
harmless games. The boys should be
allowed to invite their friends to come
to this room, and now and then a treat
may be provided for them.
No doubt some one will ask what is
the use of spoiling boys in this way.
or of furnishing them with company
and games.
Simply because they will have the
amusement, the games and the com
pany somewhere; and where is a more
suitable place than under the parental
roof? No money can be wasted which
is spent in developing a boy’s charac
ter or which makes his home and fam
ily more dear to him.
Can you expect your boy to be char
itable when you do not hesitate to talk
before him of your neighbor?
Can you expect your boy to be free
from envy when, in a fault finding,
way you compare your circumstances
With those of your richer neighbor?
Can you expect your bay to tell the
truth, when to save a little trouble you
tell a falsehood?
Can you exgect your boy to be re
spectful to you when he hears you
laugh at another’s peculiarities?
Can you expect your boy’s religion
to be one to live by when he can see
that it has no part in your daily life?
Boys brought up in a loving home,
where they feel that they are impor
tant members of the family, seldom
have bad habits.—Prairie Farmer.
CULTIVATING THE CHILD.
Give Him All Desirable Traits by
Patiently, Persistently Guiding in
Early Formative Period.
There is not a Single desirable attri
bute which, lacking in a plant, may not
be bred into it. Choose what improve
ment you wish in a flower, a fruit, or
a tree, and by crossing, selection, cul
tivation and persistence you can fix
this desirable trait irrevocably. Pick
out any trait you want in your child,
granted that he is a normal child—I
shall speak of the abnormal later—be
it honesty, fairness, purity, lovabre
ness, industry, thrift, what not. By
surrounding this child with sunshine
from the sky and your own heart, by
giving the closest communion with na
ture, by feeding them well-balanced,
nutritious food, by giving them all that
is implied in healthful environmental
influences, and by doing all in love,
you can thus cultivate in this child
and fix there for ali their life all oC
these traits. Naturally not always to
the full in all cases at the beginning
of the work, for heredity will make it
self felt first, and, as in the plant un
der improvement, there will be cer
tain strong tendencies to reversion to
former ancestral traits; but, in the
main, with the normal child, you can
give him all these traits by patiently,
persistently guiding him in these early
formative years.
And, on the other tide, give him foul
air to breathe, keep him in a dusty
factory or an unwholesome school
room or a crowded Tenement up under
the hot roof; keep him away from the
sunshine, take away from him music
and laughter and happy faces; cram
his little brains with so-called know
ledge, all the more deceptive and dan
gerous because made so apparently
adaptable to his young mind; let him
have associates in his hours out of
school, and at the age of ten you have
fixed in him the opposite traits. He is
on his way to the gallows. You have
perhaps seen a prairie fire sweep
through the tall grass across a plain.
Nothing can stand before it, it must
burn itself out. That is what happens
when you let the weeds grow up in a
child’s life, and then set fire to them
by wrong environment.—The Century.
A Ham Sidedish.
Nice for luncheon is t..is entree of
cold boiled ham: Chap enough ham to
fill a coffee cup and add to it two ta
blespoonfuls of grated cheese, a little
cayenne pepper and two tablespoonfuls
of cream. Fry rounds of bread in but
ter and spread over the ham mixture.
Grate cheese over the top and brown
in a hot oven.
To Keep Silver Bright.
An easy way to keep the silver
bright is to immerse in sour milk for
a time. Wash and polish.
APPKOFEIATE.
Charley Sapp—I suppose that you
iurn the letters of my heart without
eading them.
Miss Tabasco—No; on the contrary,
am filing them away. Some day l
nay have them bound.
Charley Sapp—In cloth?
Miss Tabasco—No, in call. i