I found a bleeding-heart upon the stair
Some hand o'er-fllled with flowers had
lot it there
Nor knew Its absence from the cluster
sweet. i
Alas It perished 'neath an hundred feet!
I found a fragile human flower one day
Propt heedless from a full life's fair
bouquet
He who had plucked it climbed to heights
of art.
But, on one step he left a woman's
heart!
Ltda Keck Wiggins in Madame.
(Copyright. 1904, by Daily Story Pub. Co.',
"Lank" Jim, as they called him, had
been driving a hack in Southern Ari
zona for fifteen years, and when I took
my seat beside him he knew I wanted
information or entertainment. But we
were ten miles on our journey . before
be even opened his lips.
It was a relief to me when he Anally
turned towards me, and asked whether
I bad ever been over the road before.
"If you haven't," said he, "Just take a
squint at that cabin."
As we drew near the structure I ob
served it closely. "Rather out of pro
portion, I should, say, for. a, log cabin.
In fact it is entirely too high."
"That's it, that's it! Why, I have
pointed out that cabin, to, men with
eyes, and yet, when it came to notic
ing anything unusual about It, they
were blind as bats, and to them it's
Just a pile , of logs; but you see things.
I'll tell you now that when we round
the hill and look ! back, like , as not,
you'll see a mighty different looking
building standing on that spot. Some
see Just the cabin, as I said before,
but you'll see more. I can't explain it
and don't try. Of course I know a
mirage belongs to the desert, but I
reckon this one strayed and conldn't
find the way back. This country's near
enough like a desert to deceive a
mirage anyhow.
"As you say, that cabin is too high,
but I have seen it when it was low, so
low that a man would have to crawl to
get into it."
"You knew it then in its infancy.
Nice climate to grow such tall ca
bins." . "See here, mister, I have my own
little jokes sometimes, and if there's
any fun in a thing I'm not likely to
lose sight of It. But the going down
of that cabin ain't a funny story. If
you're Inclined to. hear and not butt
in "
"I'll promise; go. on with the story."
"The owner of the cabin (and build
er, too) came out from the East, and
landed heVe in Arizona to make his
fortune, and he was In an all-flred hur
ry about it. Back there in God's coun
try he "had left a piece of dry goods
that he thought was worth slaving for.
(He wasn't married, more's the pity).
I "knew, for I took letters back and
forth. Whenever he got one of them
little violet scented letters he was the
happiest man .alive, and wrote her
about three before he got another. If
he was expecting one, he walked five
miles down the road to meet me. She
bad corralled him all right, and no mis
take. This was a rough country, and
I. saw he didn't fit in very well; but
he took off his gloves and went to
work. He learned to use the shovel
and pick like the rest of us, and it
wasn't long before things were coming
his way. He kept saving his pile and
It did grow amazingly. Then he began
to Improve his cabin, like he was get
ting ready for company. But just then
I noticed that them little violet scent
ed letters were getting few and far
between;, but he wrote just the same.
Finally none came for weeks, and
then one day I brought him another.
He read it while I waited; then as
usual, he rode with me to the mines.
"Somehow his face looked pinched
and white. I said to him, 'Bad news
from home, Mr. LuptonT' He knew I
meant it kind, for I had showed my
hand. 'Yes,' he said slowly, 'and it's
rather hard on me.' It seemed like he
caught his breath before he added,
'She wants her freedom.'
"'She does, does she? Well, she
would get it, and quick.' 1 was riled.
' A piece of dry goods that he thought
was worth slaving for."
'A woman that wants to go ain't worth
holding.' I saw I wasn't easing the
pain much, so I shut up. She must
have dealt him a bum hand, for no
matter what the trump was he couldn't
play. He took to roaming round and
didn't work much, and began setting
up the drlnKS. I mougni men it was
all up with him. He lost interest ia
the cabin, and drank a lot more than
was good for him.
3
"One clay as I was starting on this
trip he took the seat beside me, and
I said to him, 'Mr. Lupton, you don't
seem to have much use for your cabin;
you are away so much.', I could see
he was feeling bad, and ashamed, too,
for naturally he was straight goods
enough. When ,he; answered he said.
'No, Jim, I haven't, and I don't deserve
a roof to cpyer me! Then he looked
off over the ry, hot sand, like he was
looking for'VoasisTri a desert. It was
a' long time1' before he spoke again.
'I'm going to make some changes in
my cabin,' he said quietly. 'It's com
ing down until there is just room
enough to crawl in at the door. Why
shouldn't it be on a level with its
occupant?'
"Going to do penance?" I sug
gested. " 'Call it what you please, but the
cabin is coming down, and it won't get
a raise until I elevate myself."
"Well, he went to work next day.
The lowering process continued until
that cabin looked like a sheep pen.
Folks said he was a little touched in
the upper story, but I knew his think
ing machine was all right.
"After that he left the boys alone
and went back to work. His cabin
was terribly inconvenient, but he
"So I wrote the whole story out."
never complained. After a month or
two he put in a log and raised it a
little. As the days went by he kept
putting in more logs until ft got back
where it ought to be.
"Some time later he disappeared for
a week or so, and then finally I saw
him at home getting the logs out, and
I knew it had to come down again.
Well, that thing went on for nearly
two years, going up and coming down.
Somehow it got onto his nerves; he
was beginning to break, and his eyes
had a far-away look like he wasn't
long forHhls country. I decided some
thing had to happen. I knew he was a
safe craft, if he could only get the
right one to steer, and well worth
saving.
"So I wrote the whole story out (I
haven't much of a fist for letter writing,
either), and sent it off. You see I had
mailed too many letters to forget her
address. Soon after that I began to
watch for one of them violet scented
letters to carry to him.
"Did one come, you're asking. Not
a bit of it. She came herself. I
brought her out this road bound for a
little boarding house stuck off in them
trees. On the way she made me tell
her the wholestory over again, and
when we got in sight of the cabin, it
was one of them times when it was
low. She gave a look, ami then the
tears began to splash down like rain.
and I knew she was sure to win. She
was a pretty little thing, looked like
wax. I told her this was most too
rough a country for ladies, but she
said he was here , and nothing else
mattered. It was some time before I
passed again, and then I noticed the
cabin was going up. It was about
ten days later on, as I was driving
along here at sunset, I saw a shining
fort right where the cabin had always
stood. I would swear to It with my
last breath. It towered above the
trees, and stood out plain against the
crimson sky. That was the first time
I ever saw it. Hallucination? Not a
bit of it. I have seen it many a time
since. That night they were walking
down the road hand in hand. They
didn't seem to mind me much, for
they just looked up and smiled, and he
drew her a little closer to him.
"It wasn't long before they were
married, and she insisted upon living
in the cabin, only it must be built
high; as high, she said, as their hopes
and aspirations. .,
"So he fixed it up according to her
notions.
"She knew there would be no more
coming clown. I saiifTo him once after,
'Mr. Lupton, your cabin stands high.'
" 'Yes, it does, Jim,' he answered,
and in his eyes was a great light, 'but
it's strong, for it's built of firm resolu
tions and it stands on a foundation of
love.'
"This is a good place to stop," added
Lank Jim, "for the story ends here."
As we reached the summit of the
hill, with my thoughts still upon the
happy termination of the story, I
turned for a last glinipse of the cabin.
But the cabin as I had seen it was
lot to view, and whether hallucination
or mirage, , it, , matters . not, 'there
through the deepening haze stood the
dim outlines of a shintnz- fnrt.
V
ABOUT WEARING OLD CLOTHES.
We Can Do This Gracefully if We
Know We've Good Ones at Home.
"Now, why is this?" said a pretty
girl who likes nice things, but hasn't
money enough to buy as many as she
would like. "My gloves are all worn
out, so that there are holes in all the
finger tips, and I'm positvely ashamed
to wear them, and I buy a new pair.
Bit when I've got the new pair I
keep on wearing the old ones, and I
wear them then without being asham
ed of them at all.
"Now, why is this? Well, I suppose
it's on account of the moral support
I get from the new gloves that I'm
saving up now at home. The people
I meet may think, just as they did be
fore, that the old gloves are the best
I've got, but I know better. I could
wear just as good as anybody, now,
if I wanted to, and so I trot right along
without worrying, wearing the old.
"And it's just the same about any
thing else. If you've got good things,
you're not ashamed to wear old ones,
"I've worn a skirt until it was so
shabby that it' was a disgrace to ap
pear on the street in it, and then
bought a new one and hung it up in
the closet and kept on wearing the.
old one and feeling just as chipper as
could be in it; and I've known other
girls to do just the same' thing.
"If you haven't got the things, you
are miserable; but if you have got
them, you can wear what you like."'
New York Sun. '
SIGNS OF GOOD MANNERS.
Elder Sister's Effort to Uphold Repu
tation of Family.
. As the oldest of the family, Anna
felt keenly the necessity of keeping a'
close watch upon- the manners of her
two younger sisters, lest disgrace be'
attached to the good name of the fam-;
ily. Her intentions, at all events, were
beyond cavil, although as much could
not always be said for her manner of
carrying them out.
Certainly the provocation was great
when Anna's younger sister deliber
ately put an entire hard-boiled egg in
her mouth in the crowded steam car
on the way home from school. Only
a few persons saw the dreadful deed,
yet Anna straightway rose, crossed
the aisle and administered to the of
fender a box on the ear which re
sounded from one end of the car to the
other. Thereupon she resumed her
seat, in the proud consciousness of a
duty well performed.
"Why, Anna, how could you do such
a thing, and publicly, too?" said her
mother later after hearing a tearful
recital of the incident from the lips of
her youngest daughter.
"Well, I just wanted to show the
people," was the reply, "that even
though Letty behaved so badly, I, at
least, had been taught to have good
manners." Chicago Record-Herald
Sunday Magazine.
Writes Morse on the Doorbell.
The other afternoon a caller in a
Harlem apartment house was sur
prised to hear the doorbell ring long
and intermittently, says the New
York Press. She was equally sur
prised when her hostess, . instead of
complaining about the noise, went to
the door-opener and pushed the button
for a couple of minutes. Then the
ringing began again, with a second re
sponse from the button, and the hos
tess quietly sat down to chat with her
friend.
"It was only Harry," she explained.
"He wanted to know what I wanted
brought in for dinner, and I said a
steak. He said he would rather have
chops, and 1 said go ahead and get
them."
Then the visitor remembered that
Harry had married his wife when she
was an operator in the same telegraph
office in which he was employed, and
understood that the intermittent ring
ing was really Morse Code, employed
to save the husband a climb' of four
flights of stairs.
A Broken Dream.
As she came down the stair
In a cloud of misty tulle,
The heated ballroom air
Seemed swept by an incense cool.
Full many a callous henrt.
Weary and world worn there,
To quicker pulse did stiat
As she came down the stair!
Down drifting through tlie air,
Clad in a cloud of white,
I fnncied a seraph there. '
With pinions plumed for flight.
Haggard and old had tcrown
Faces I fancied fair.
In the light of that lily unblown.
The vision upon the stair!
Then enchanted in every sense.
Breathing a perfume rare.
The fragrance of. innocence
And the happy flowers in her hair,
I tripped on that dreamful dress.
Well, imagine my deep despair!
For we floored a dozen. I guess.
Tobogganing down the stair!
-IE. i Pierson in New York Herald.
An Up-to-Date Angel.
She sat beside her nurse, swinging
her doll by. one arm and turning an
angelic face confidingly up to the
passersby, none of whom passed her
without a second glance.
"I8n't she a perfect little seraph?"
exclaimed one lady as her eyes dwelt
admiringly on the child's golden curls
and eyes of ' he'aven's ,own blue, "tint
aren't you afraid you'll hurt dolly,
dear?" she added, pointing to the bat
tered plaything, whose head was be
ing beaten to a pulp against the bench.
With a sweet smile the seraph re
plied: "It's my doll; it ain't up to you to
butt in."
One Conductor's Error.
William A. Gonser of Montcalm, in
sane and in charge of officers while
being taken to the Thaverse City asy
lum, broke both the shutters of the
car window and the window itself by
butting it with his head in efforts to
escape. The conductor came along,
saw the wreck of the window and in
quired who did it. An officer explained
that it was their ward, who was crazy.
The man with tinsel on his cap look
ed at the prisoner and remarked: "He
is clean gone, sir." "You are mistaken
as to his first name," answered the
deputy. "He is William Gonser." The
conductor apologized and passed on.
Detroit Times.
Defenses Are Insufficient.
Major Harrison of the FederalJ
army, hasrad a statement to Gen.
GffWeclarrng that the submarine
and torpedo deten?Ssot0ts country
nra InmentJihly InPiimienL-a .' .
Sunday Resl Is Gone
I Sunday, from being a day of rest
for man and beast, has become the
busiest day of the week. So many so
ciety people live in the suburbs that
the English week-end parties have be
. come an established custom in this
' country, and the guests must be
amused. Dinners, at homes and musi
cales, not only in town but out of
town, ' have become the regulation
I mode of entertainment for that day.
Sunday, too, is the day now select-
ed for repairing streets and altering
, car tracks in the business sections,
which it is impossible to do during
the rush and crowding of the week.
The old-fashioned Sunday has dis
appeared that slow, easy-going day of
rest and family reunion, when church
and a good, solid dinner were the only
distractions, and Sunday papers were
of small import. Simple pleasures,
and yet how restful!
The city's growth and the opening
of new and convenient routes by the
trolleys are in a-great "measure re
sponsible for the change, and the
truthful excuse is given that Sunday
is the only day that one is free to
visit. But have the majority this ex
cuse, or is it the feverish rush after
excitement and novelty
What would the Pilgrim Fathers
have to say if they saw the very vani
ties they had turned from in the Old.
World becoming daily more estab
lished in the New? Think of the aus
terity of the Puritan Sunday the
Filipino All
All Saints' eve is celebrated in the
Philippines in a strange fashion, says
a writer in Lippincotts. It is gleefully
hailed by all the gay young blades of
the village as the calinanah or chick
en, stealing festa, as on that night it
is considered perfectly legal to steal
every feathered thing you can lay
hands on. Young men and boys as
semble at midnight, often to the num
ber of 100 or more, and, dividing into
bands of eight, or ten, each band hav
ing a duly appointed captain in com
mand, proceed to take toll of every
hen roost in the neighborhood.
The expeditions are attended with
plenty of excitement and even danger,
as the fowls roost either in the
branches of trees or under' the elevated
floors of the houses; which are usually
high enough from the ground to per
mit a man to pass. to and fro under
them in a stooping position. To
gather the chickens from the trees is
an easy task, though one or two
youths are often treed by an irate
householder with blood in his eye and
a bolo in bis hand, but the onslaught
on the roosts under the houses is the
supreme test of coolnes3 and courage.
The Old Country Store
I'd know It by the sight of it, I'd know
it by the smell;
I'd know it by the sound of it, and know
it mighty well.
I'd know it if you set me down at roid-
' ni?ht, 'mid the .scent
Of coffee bags and sugar bins and conn
try butter blent.
With eyes shut, I can smell again the
prints upon the shelf
Amid the hickory shirting you could do
the same yourself
If you had lived among them in the days
when life was bleak
And all you saw was in the town say
every other week.
On that side is the candy I can see it
now. and oh,
How good those striped sticks used to
look in days of long ago!
On this .side is the muslin, with blue
trade marks printed on.
The bleached and unbleached side by
side: and here's some slazy lawn
And dimity that wouldn't sell (they'd
bought it by mistake):
Some blacking, fans, and currycombs,
with hoc and garden rake.
We used to carry in the eggs and butter,
and we'd buy
Our sugar, tea. and blueing and the con
cent, 'ated lye.
We uec' to wander back Into the small
room where they kept
Fox and Skunk Farms
Fox raising is profitable, says E.
C. Tripp of Atikokan, Manitoba, who
claims to be the only man on the
American continent making money by
running a fox farm, which he has es
tablished on Clearwater lake, eigh
teen miles north of Banning, on the
Canadian Northern railway. It is
three years since he started with a
pair of silver gray foxes. Now he has
thirteen silver gray and four black
foxes.
His farm consists of sixteen acres,
which he is fencing with wire netting
ten feet high, sunk to bedrock- and
water level. Inside this inclosure are
the breeding pens, where the females
are kept separate during breeding
time. This is imperative, as they will
kill each other and also the young if
they are not watched. He Is now
making arrangements to spend $10,
000 on his farm, and will add to the
number of foxes on hand. He figure!
Kick Spoiled the Story
There are people who maintain that
Mr. Dash, the architect, is grossly un
truthful, but I do not hold with them.
The gentleman is merely enthusiastic
and Imaginative, and his geese, not
content with being swans, insist on
being roes. He went out to supper one
eight not long ago with his friend
George, and a capitalist whom he
hoped to have for a friend. It was
George's party, and George begged Mr.
Dash to confine his talk to yea, yea,
and nay, nay, and so not prejudice the
desirable capitalist. .
"Now, when you begin to exagger
ate," said George, "I'm going to kick
you, and when you feel the weight of
my foot for heaven's sake- whittle your
story down."
Mr. Dash promised. All went well
till, in the mellow time after the sup-
Excited Their Suspicion.
1 The old New Yorker appeared en
thusiastic. "I saw a model street car conductor
to-day," he said.'
"Well?'! . ; -v
"Hecalied the nances of the. streets
plainly."
"feuvh j.j.'e bca Known bt-rore." -
long journo.y to church, the long,
tedions service and it cannot be won
dered at that a reaction should ensue.
Then came the Sundays of the last
century the Snndays ..when the break
fast was deferred to an hour later
than on week days. Oh, the luxury of
that extra hour's sleep! .The regula
tion Sunday breakfast of hot bread
or griddle cakes, and the haste to be
ready in time for church, for to
church or meeting one must go. un
less able to give some plausible ex
cuse. The children all went to church,
too, in those days, and if the sermon
seemed endless and far beyond the
comprehension of such' youthful lis
teners there was always the compen
sation of dropping the bright penny
on the collection plate, or watching
poor old Mr. Blank nodding gently
and waking with a start at regular in
tervals. Sacrilegious amusements
without doubt, but compensating in a
measure for the penance of sitting
still, which is so irksome to the
young! How much the children en
joyed being allowed to keep on their
best clothes in honor of the day!
Light literature was tabooed, only to
make it more enjoyable during . the
week, and there was the solace of
knowing that if story books were for
bidden, lessons, ' too, were laid aside.
Childish and simple this sounds now,
yet how restful that Sunday routine
in modern ears! Philadelphia Ledger.
Saints9 Eve
Dark figures steal quietly, to the at
tack, and the crucial moment comes
when hands are laid on the feathered
victims. One or more is sure to give
tho alarm, and the awakened family
comes flying pell-mell to the rescue,
armed with knives, clubs, stones, even
guns if it is lucky enough to possess
them, and the next few minutes are
filled with enough excitement to satis
fy even the most adventurous spirit.
Squawks, cries, curses, kicks, squeals,
the sound of rapid blows and running
feet fill the night air, while the feath
ers literally fly.
The glory of the raid consists in
getting away with the chickens, and
usually two or three agile young fel
lows engage the angry owners while
the rest of the party get away with
the loot. A party of six young men
at Binangonan on All Saints' eve,
1902, returned from their midnight ex
cursion with forty-five chickens and
turkeys, several geese "and many
bruises," to quote the leader of the
band, who proudly exhibited a black
eye, a sprained wrist, and a face
seamed and scarred with many
scratches, all received in the "battle
of the hen roosts."
The "coal oil" and -the axle grease 'twas
hardly ever swept:
But ther,e it was we found tho scales and
weighed ourselves and said
It wasn't like the steelyards out in our
ohi -wagon shed.
'Twas there that in the spring tirnc pa
would buy us all straw hats.
The 10-cent kind made out of straw they
use for making mats.
In fall we got our footgear that must
last the winter through.
For pa said: "Them's yer winter boots
, - ye've got f make 'em do."
I've been in houses mercantile that cov
ered blocks and blocks;
I've seen the clerks that swarmed around
in bevies and in Hocks;
I've seen the elevators; but I canndt
make it seem
Like anything substantial, for 'tis noth
ing but a dream.
To me the real "store" will be. as long
as life shall last.
That smelly country village place I knew
there in th past,
With just one clerk to sell you things
some fellow that you knew.
Though sometimes on a circus day
there'd be as high as two.
No fun to "do th' tradin ' like I used to,
any more
How clear is memory's picture of that
"gen'ral" countrv store!
Strickland W. GillUan ia Leslie's
Weekly.
-i
that his farm will shortly be worth
more than a gold mine, on account of
the fact that blacJlJand silver gray
fox skins are getting scarcer each
year and he will reap the benefit of a
rising market.
About the same time thai Mr. Tripp
started his fox farm Louis Selbery dis
covered there was money in raising
skunks, and started a farm on Half
Moon island, in the Lake of the
Woods, not farm from Banning. Ho
secured six of these little animals,
and, as they are prolific, had forty
eight the next year. Last whiter ho
! killed 400 skunks and realised $4
apiece on the skins, and this winter
he expects to be abte to kill nearly
1,000. Occasionally he has found one
entirely black, which he has kept sep
arate, and consequently now has quito
a number of the little black animals.
He figures his skunk farm is vortb
more than Mr. Tripp's fox farm.
f per, the capitalist began to talk of his
stock farm. This reminded Mr. Dash
of his second cousin's farm in Penn
sylvania. "Joe has one of the finest barns in
the county," he said, warming to his
tale. "Indeed, it's one of the finest in
the state, or in any state. It's 400 feet
long" here George delivered a well
aimed kick "and and G test wide."
Naturally, next day there were mu
tual recriminations and baci; talking.
"You've killed yourself with that
man now for keeps," sneered George.
"Four hundred feet long and six Ject
wide!"
"It was your pig-headed tomfoolish
ness in kicking me at the wrong time,"
insisted Mr. Dash. "You spoiled it all.
If you'd kept your feet to yourself I'd
have made a well proportioned barn of
it, anyway." Washington Post.
"His uniform was neat, and he
spoke gently to women and children."
"One of that kind was seen several
months ago."
"His hands; were not dirty," cried
the old one, triumphant in his climax..
But his friends moved sadly away.
They had' always believed him to be
i a man of truth. New York Suu.
GIRL WEDS WEALTHY STUDENT.
Romantic Match Has Made Sensation
in Eastern Cities.
The yachting town of Marblehead,
Mass., known for the brilliancy of the
marriages made by comparatively
poor young women to wealthy suit
ors, has added another match of this
character to its record.
Levi C. Wade, a student of Har
vard, scion of. a wealthy Newton
(Mass.) family and owner of the hand
some sloop yacht ApaChe II., has
taken unto himself a, wife namely:
Miss Jane Woodfin, of Marblehead.
Mr. Wade is well known, in Bos
ton, and although the Woodfin fam
ily is by no means poor, the young
woman was hitherto unknown in so
ciety. She is a high school girl of
unusual prettiness and but seventeen
years old.
When seen at the home of the bride
in Marblehead, where the young
couple will reside for the present,
Mr. Wade said: "Yes, I met my wife
sere last summer, and we often went
ESS. z. a
yachting together. Sometimes the
best girls come from families not in
ultra society, and I think I have one
of them."
Woman Would Be Mail Carrier.
Miss Bessie H. Smith, daughter of a
farmer near Richfield, N. J., has en
tered her name in Paterson as a
candidate for mail carrier. She wants.
a. rural free delivery route. Before
making her application Miss Smith un
derwent a physical examination and
the doctor assured her that she was
in the best of health. The work is
arduous. The carrier must report at
the postofftce in all sorts of weather
at 6:30 a. m. Miss Smith is well edu
cated and thinks she will have no diffi
culty in filling all the requirements,
which inclnde a knowledge of horses
and the delivery route, which covers
sixteen miles. The salary for the first
year is $550. Out of this the carrier
has to supply a horse and vehicle.
Parker May Again Be Judge.
It is said that friends of Judge Al
ton B. Parker in the Manhattan Club
of New York city are planning to
bring about his nomination next fall
as a justice of the Supreme Court in
New York county. To that end a
nonpartisan dinner is being arranged,
to which Republicans as well as Dem
ocrats will be invited. Should he get
the place his salary would be $4,500
more than he received as chief jus
tice, as it is the hope of his friends
that Gov. Higgins would assign him
.to the appellate division in case he
was elected to the supreme bench.
To get the nomination Judge Parker
would have to change his voting resi
dence, which his friends say he
would do. .
Election Cost Little.
It cost D. P. Jones just $15 to con
duct and win one of the most strenu
ous mayoralty campaigns ever con
ducted in Minneapolis. This surpris
ing bit of information is sworn to by
ithe mayor-elect in an affidavit of ex
penses filed with the city clerk. Of
the $15 amount $10 was paid to the
iCounty auditor for filing his certifi
cate of nomination and the remaining
$5 was given to the city clerk for filing
his certificate of election. When,
asked concerning this expense affida
vit Mr. Jones said, that the money
spent in his campaign was donated
and used by gentlemen interested in
his election and with whose business
the candidate had nothing to do.
Probably a College Indian.
A. P. Murphy, the newly elected Re
publican congressman from the Six
teenth district, was down in the Creek
nation not long ago attending to some
law business. While in Bartlesville
he saw a number of Delaware Indi
ans who were on their way from a
tribal feast. Wishing to obtain some
information regarding the council,
pipe of peace, etc., he approached a
full-blooded squaw and said: "Pony
Delaware council smoke," suit
ing the action to the word. The wom
an looked at him stolidly for a few
moments and then said quietly:
"What's the matter with the man?
Can't he talk English?" Murphy beat
a hasty retreat.
Comes of Long-Lived Race.
Tennessee's grand old man Is Gen.
John A. ' Fite of Lebanon, who is 93
years old, but would readily pass for
a man 40 years younger. On being
asked: "To what do you attribute
your long life and wonderfully youth
ful appearance?" he replied: "To
nothing in particular. I have always
used good whisky, chewed good to
bacco and smoked good cigars. My
mother died at the age of lO'l years
My grandmother lived to be 110 and
had ten living children and over 600
descendants living and dead."
Turtle Hard to Kill.
George A. Bowker saw a large
green turtle swimming on the waters
of Pratt pond in Upton and attacked
it with a bush scythe. The turtle set
his jaws on the scythe and was
dragged ashore, where a stick was
substlututed for the scythe and the
turtle dragged to a barn. The turtle
weighed 24 pounds and the head two
pounds. Three hours after it head
had been cut off the jaws closed tight
on sneK, 833 tc nippers twra
gw? A saarching, ..(trdr ; ;
MONEY IN RAISING
DUCKS.
Writer Declares It ne of the
Profitable of Homo - Industrie. .
The raising of ducks "is amng-the
most profitable of I home 1 Industries. '
so the early, part of December should
be devoted to preparing quarters for
them, says Kate Saint Maur in Iter'
article ''A Self Supporting Home," '111
Pearson's. " , ' -
If your memory of ducks 'is of the
old-fashioned "puddler" Which spent
all its time grubbing in the mud and
mire of the creek, wandering far front
home, dropping its eggs promiscuous-',
ly everywhere to feed water rats,
eventually ending an ; unprofitable
like a prey to some carnivorous Ani
mal, the Pekin duck will be,, a reve
lation in its size and beauty." They
are almost as large as geese; -with
plumage which is white, deepening to .
rich cream at the quill, bright yellow
bills and legs in fact, they look just
what they are,' the aristocrats of the
duck species. At ten weeks old they
weigh from six pounds, bringing an
average price of 18 cents a pound.
Their addition to the farm is not a
serious consideration J beyond the out- ;
lay of the first cost of the birds ther
is little expense. ; !
CHILD PRINCESS IS ILL.
Daughter f German Emperor Suf.
fcring From Influenza.
The little Princess Victoria, daugh
ter of the German emperor and em
press,' is suffering from a severe at-'
tack of , influenza, which the empress
also contracted while- nursing the.
child, obliging her majesty to cancel
various, engagements. ?
England and the Steel Trade.
, Sir James Kitson, M. P.. who came
to this country with a number of oth
er distinguished Englishmen to par
ticipate in the American meeting of
the Iron and Steel institute, is con
nected with a great steel plant at -Leeds.
Though a wealthy man and
amply able to smoke the finest Ha- -vanas,
he sticks to a briar root pipe,
claiming that only through its aid can
a man really enjoy tobacco. Sir
James . does not think there Is much
chance that an internatiofiaP steel "
combine will be formed. Such a union
is. under- consideration in continental.
Europe, he says, but he thinks that
England will be- able to hold her own
in the steel trade. ' f
Renounces Wealth for Sentiment.
Michael MacMahon, a St, Louis po
liceman who died there last week, was
the son and heir of the late Baron
Hugh MacMahon, owner of a large
estate in County Armagh, Ireland.' He
refused to take up the title and prop-
erty because before doing so he would
have had to swear allegiance to the
British crown. His oldest son Is of
the same view and declares he will 1
follow his father's example. The young
man is a priest, in charge of a church ;
in Detroit. The dead officer- was sec-Vr
ond cousin to. Marshal MacMahon, the
famous soldier of France.
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Put in One Strenuous Day.
Pastor Charles Wagner, advocate
of the simple life, put in at least one'
strenuous day in Philadelphia last
week. On arriving from Washington '
he was driven to the University club.
wnere ne auenuea a luncneon m ms
honor. Immediately thereafter- he pro- ,
ceeded to Temple college, where the
him. In the evening he dined at the -,
home of Joseph Lindley and later at
tended a reception at the Pena club,
where he greeted several - hundred
prominent residents of the Quaker t
city. - "
College Graduates Weak in English.
Prof. Charles Gayley of the Uni-
versity of California says: "There are
many employers in San Francisco who'
for the last fifteen years have com
plained to me of the horrible English
used by our graduates employed by
them. They say there are -very -towv
indeed, who can talk and write cor- -rectly.
The main trouble lies In this
that the students are - 'railroaded",
through colleges in their study of th
professions and very little, -If any,-of
f i n i t- t!ma Viae wn anAnt. Oil the study .
of English expression and literatuke."
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To Church Like a Turk. '
David R. Francis, president of the
fit. Louis fair, savs that one of the
smartest things ever ' said . in the
irninnila iraQ ItttamA VtV One Of the at-
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tendants at the Turkish mosque on -the
Pike. An elderly spinster fell
into conversation with this subject of "
the sultan, who speaks excellent Eng
lish. She was much interested in his
spiritual welfare and said to him: "I
hope you go to church every day like
a Christian." 'The man replied quick
ly: "No, madam, I go every day, like
a Turk.' 1 i ' .
Winston Churchill a Hustler.
Winston Churchill, the son of Lord
"Randy," has some of his .father's -physical
characteristics, but generally . ;
takes after his beautiful mother, for-
York. The
young man, who has been soldier and
j ii.x ili. i- if tf if amwrna in
both professions,) has a knack of ad-a
vertising himself. He nas a weu-ue-veldped
case of American hustle,. and
being one of the best looking men B-
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