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3-riFlWrit tM . HOKEEDOFAFENOB. Uncle Dan'l Goodspecd aad Deacon Bibbs had a. downright quarrel re Mit)jr and the whole village was dreadfully worked up about, it. For ft time it looked as if these two old Ken, who have been friendB now, boy and man; going on Blxty-two years, were never going to epcak to each again. It all came of a division fence between their fame. Uncle DanTs grandboy Sam,tho one that is sparking Llzzio North, tho orphan girl down at Tim Bolton's now house Sam had been for some time coaxing his grnn'pa to spruco up tho old place, and among other thtngu hns said that if Undo, Dan'l didn't build a now fenco between tho Good6pecd and tho Uibbs meadows, why, ho would do it himself. Of courso Sam could not build a fenco. He will own tho wholofarm some day, but just now ho could not raiso money enough to pay for diggingthe postholes; and you may bo suro ho would not dig them himself, for ho has hardly dono a lick of work einco ho got to training with tho North girl. But tho way he talked and talked about that old meadow fence, saying it was a shamo and a disgrace, running right up to tho bnsc-llno road as it did, and within sight, too, of tho new "fence lately built by Jaboz Watson whose boy is sort of purring around Lizzie North, trying to cut Sam out all this tilk of Sam's sot Uncle Dan'l to thinking that may be ho ought to build tho now fence. So he went over to Deacon BibbB'shouBO and said: "Tom, you" ain't got no objection to my puttin' up a now fenco along atween our mndders, havo you?" Tho deacon sort of smiled like and eaid: "Wool, Danil, what on earth put that notion in your head?" "Oh, nothin'petickller,"Batd Undo Dan'l, "only tho old fonco is about past patchin' up, and I thought, bein's how I'vo got my hay and bar ley in, I'd jest " "Waal, ain't this kind o' sudden? You uint never said nothin' about it beforo." "No," Uncle Dan'l admitted, "but I'vo beena-thinkin about it forsome time." J-OOKINO AT THK FENCE. Tho two old men walked along to gethordown tho road to look at tho fence and talk tho matter all over. On the way tho deacon laid his huud on Undo Dnn'l's arm and, stopping him, snid: "Danil, look at that there treo right from hero. hat does it mind you of" "Nothin' potickler, Tom." "Don't you mind that old treo down by tho crick back o' your pa's orchud tho ono that " "Guess I do," said Undo Dan'l; "tho ono where wo had tho light that time" "Yes, a' Aunt Tilda come down an' pulled me off n you "An' spanked you, too." "Yes. so she did. I was gettin' a leetle tho best ofyou when bIio come, I guess, Dan'l." "I dunno," said Uncle Dan'l; "I ficeB if I'd n-hud my boots on when kicked you in tho stomick that time I'd a-winded you." "Jmrt 1 wus atop when Aunt TUdy como, you know. "That's so; but thore ain't no tell in' what 'd a-happened if she hadn't n-come. I was a pretty husky boy, Tom." "So you was, Dan'l, but I had you down." "Yes, but I wa'n't a-whiinpcrin' about it, was I?" "No, you wa'n't. I don't guess ei ther of us wus much o' tho wnimper- in sort." " "Wual, not very much that folks knowed of," said Undo Dan'l, proud ly. When thoy reached tho meadow fence Deacon Bibbs euid: "That's so; it is gettin' pretty rick ety. But, Dan'l' ho added alter awhile, "it's a-going to coBt some thing to build a new one. I Bhould think " "I know it, Tom, I knowitjbutl'vo calkelated on nil that. Sammy, he's gittin' along now, you know, an' it sort o' makes him uahamod, an' boin's he's goin' to havo tho fawn bime-by, anyhow, I jest thought if you didn't havo no objections I'd run up a new one now." "Waal, I'll tell you, Dnnil; I'm a lectio pinched for money jest now, but " "What o' that?" said Undo Dan'l. "Tnin'tgoin' to cost you nothin'. I'm goin to build it myself." niBPim: ovek the cost. "No, you ain't no such thing. Do you s'poso I'd lot you build a fenco along my medder ithout puyin' my share for it?" "Waal, there ain't no Bhare about it. I wont a new fence an' you don't want no new one. That's all there is to it; an' I'm a-goin to pay forev'ry Btick of it, Vnuso I'm the one as wants it" "No, you ain't goin' to pay for it, nuther, ' said the deacon. "If that 'ere fence goes up I pay lor half of it " '"What's "the use o talkm' that way, Tom? I've got the money to do it with un' you ain't; so what's the use o' talkm to pay for it?" "Waal, I'm n-goin' to pay half or there ain't n-goin to be no new fence. I'm sot on that , Danil, an' you know when I'm sot I'm Bot." "So 'm I eot on Hint, there's goin' to bo a new fence an' that you ain't a-goin' to pay a single, solitary red cent for it; an' whon I'm sot I'm JeBt as sot as you be." "Waal, we'll see," said the deacon. "Waal, wo will see," replied Uncle Dan'l. They walked along down the lint of tho tottering fence and tried the decayed posts. "A hogcoutdn'tscratch hissclf agin one of 'em 'ithout pushin' tho wholo thing dowri," said Uncle Dan'l. "Thcrehudoughtto bo anew fence, no mistako about that," said tho deacon, ".but I'm a-goin' to pay fop half of it." "No, you ain't, nuther." "Yes I bo tuthcr." "Tom, I nover seen a stubbornflcr man than you bo.'' "Then 1 guess you ain't cot no lookin'-glnss over to your house." "Yea, I havo, too, but I nover Been no man in it that'd try to keep folks frombuildin' fonces when thoy wanted to." "Nobody's tryln' to kcop folks from buildin' fences." "Yob, you bo, too; an' thore ain't no senBo in tho way you're uctin'. "I guess I'vo got as much senso as Bomo o' my neighbors," said the dea con. "Mobbyyou havo an' then ngin mobby you hain't. You didn't havo none to much senso that timo you built your cowshed und swung tho .1 !., o, -.,,. n.,1,1r.'f nnrn, it. fill UUUl til DU O JUU WW1WI V V.J1U1 J.U w.a. tho cow got away from agin it." THE BUCKETS IN THE WELIa "Had as much as you did when you got eighty foot o' ropo for a forty-four foot well, and when you got tho two buckets tied on they wus both at tho bottom at once. Guess I wouldn't talk ubout Beneo after that." "I didn't do thnt." "Yes, you did, too; an' tried to lay it off on John Sperry, 'cause ho sold you tho ropo." "I didn't, nuther." "You did, .too: an' John Sperry told mo an' Jnbo Watson ho didn't want to cut off but fifty toot, but you wus that pig-hooded you got mini 'Minim ln tnlil vnli lin'fl Hold ; an' mud 'coubo ho told you he'd moro wcll-ropo 'n you over ho had, too." "I didn't, nuther, git mad." "Yes, you did, too; an you're bo mad now you'ro a-tremli n' all over liko a durned olo fool." "Look o-hero, Tom Bibbs, I ain't a-goin' to stand an' talk with no man that comes down to sweurin' an' him pretendin' to bo a Christian an' a deacon in tho church too." "I didn't swear, you gol durned ole fool, you." "You did, too, swear, and you jest dono it agin, an' I don't want nothin' to do with no hypocritin' Christian that prays an' swears to onto." "You're a gosh durned olo hypo critin' Christian yourself, Dan Good- Bneed, an' fer two cents I'd ' The deacon drow back his arm. "You jest do it once, Tom Bibbs," Baiu Uncle Juan 1. "Wual. I'll tell you right now, there ain't goin' to bo no new fenco along my meddorlond, not while I'm alive to pervent it." "An' I'll jest tell you, there's n-goin' to bo a new fence right Bquaro where that un Btnnds, nn' I'd like to seeyou lift a finger to stop it, you old Bkin- flint.you. I'll " This timo Undo Dan'l drew back his fist. "Don't you haul back at me, you ole " Just then littlo Nancy Bibbs enmo running dowr tho road bareheaded to tell her cran'nu there wns a ped dler wanted to see him at the house. ALt. OVEH THE VILLAGE. Beforo night ncurly everybody in Tamarack had heard both Bides of tho story. Deacon Bibbs, as soon as tho peddler leit, went down to the Btore and told Mr. Sperry his Bide of it and fully substantiated tho chargo concerning tho well-rope. A little later Uncle Dan'l told his side of it to foun or 11 vo men nt tho ulacksmith ehop and they all ngreed that the deacon Uiu hang his cowsneu uoor to Bibbs, who Bat one at one end and 1 the other at the other end of the pew they had occupied together for forty odd years. Then everybody stood up and BiingAas loud as he could they all sung but Uncle Dan'l and Deacon Bibba, who Btood looking at the floor and fooling ashamed to have all the folks singing just to save their two bouIs. That was the way it seemed to them. When tho singing was over Elder Gibson held out his white, wrinkled hnnds, closed his eyes, and beseech ingly prayed to the great and gp.od Father in heaven to send His sweet grace and lead all His children into the ways of blessed lovo and broth erly affection. "And especially, oh Father," he said, "show Thy great mercy to such ns may in the heat of passion swerve from tho path of Eood-fellowship; and load them, 0 iord, to repentenco of their folly and to forgiveness of heart." Uncle Dan'l and Deacon Bibbs sat with their heads bowed upon tho back of tho pew in front of them, and ns tho prayer went on warning und wnrninir and coming nearer und near er to then they looked at each other under their arms und sided along to ward tho middlo of tho pew. Then Undo Dan'l took out his nig rod-and-yellow Sunday handkerchief and Dea con Bibbs drew tho bock of his rough old hand across his oyes. When El der Gibson's mild voico softly said "Amcnl" and Deacon Hodsons big voico loudly echoed back " Amon! tho folks all raiBcd their heads and saw Unclo Dan'l nnd Deacon Bibbs ouch with an arm aroun 1 the other, both with their heads still bowed closely side by side. And when they roso their oyes wero red and wet. NO NEED OP A FENCE NOW. "Amen! amen!" snid Deacon Hob son. "God be praised!" "Yes, God be praised)" Baid Elder Gibson, softly; nnd a low and sweet ly murmured "Amen!" went through the congregation. Alter the scrvico tho two old friends went hand in hand toward tho pul pit. Elder Gibson met thorn and earnestly said: "God bless you both." "Ho has blessed us, ain'tHo.Tom?" I said Unclo Dnn,l. "Yes, Dan'l; an' I bless him for it." "An' socio I, Tom." Tho two old men broke down and wopt again and, smiling through their tears, embruc- I ed and kissed. 1 Outside tho church thoy walked j with their orms about each other ' toward home. i "Wo wns a pair of old fools, wa'nt wo, Tom," snid Undo Dan'l, finally. i "Yes; we wns, un' we'll never do tho i like agin." "Nover, nover." "Plagued if we didn't como nigh , fightin agin juHt as wo did when we wus littlo burefoot boys," Undo i Dan'l said after a pause. I "An' there wouldn'ta-beenno Aunt Tildy to pull mo off'n you this time," A WIFE FOR Afl IIOUB. "I'm not much on.lovovtnlee' said Plunkett, as ho took his sent by the side of his 'old'omon,' as ho calls her; "for I nover hud no foolishness when I wus a courtin,' and I can prove that by tbe old 'oman herself." "I warn't so easy got as you'd muko out," spoko up tho wifo of Plunkett, as sho run a knitting needle buck of her earandldidthcunfiiiisTied sock on her lup. "I'll tell you," resumed the old man, as a smiled played over his face, "sho wus kind o' independent liko fn our courtin' days, and I begin tcr think onco that she wurn't gwine ter have mo at all, and I got tired foolin' with her, for there was another girl in the settlement that I knowed would havo mo at tho drop o' a hat, and I had just about made up my mind that I warn't a gwino to wcur nnrry nothcr pair o' shoes out runnin' after girls 'fore I got ma rried, and so one Sun day as I wont homo with tho old 'oman hero from singin' sho seed I wns a littlo braver than'common be fore we got outen sight o' themeetin' house, and she begin to kind o' pout like, and I 'lowed, I did. 'Now I want this thing Bottled.' "Sho didn't say nothin', nnd wo passed over the hill, and then sho come on back ter the house. She tried ter smile, but I could see the tears, and I thouarht it foolish. ter ' cry, for tho wnr would be over in sixty days and then everything would be all right. "Pretty soon her brother took a notion tcr go ter the war, and ho went ter tho same comp'ny's John. There was a big fight soon after he got there, and everybody gathered at the postofflce ter hear from their friends. "A lottercamcfor that girl; it was from her sweetheurt. John was Bafe, but the brother had been killed. That was the first blow o' tho war that fell upon this settlement. John brought the brother home ter bo buried, and his return in a fow days made the second parting, which was fur more serious than the first. "Tho young girl didn't try ter hide her tears this time; she jist let tho tears flow. "Tears irot to be mighty common in the south. "You could meet wimon und chiJd'cn in tho big road any day ei-yin' and wringin' their hands, and the grievin' hasn't stopped yet, 's is verified by that sad-faced woman." said tho deacon "Waal, I guess you wouldn't a-been atop this time, Tom." "Guess I would, Danil." "I dunno 'bout that. Guess not." Last Monday Uncle Dan'l and Deacon Bibbs went out together and tore down the old fence between tho meadows. They say they are not going to put anything in its place; that thoy will pasture their stock to gether after this, and thut they mean always to bo so good friends they will never need any fenco between them. Willis B. Hawkins, in Chicago News. , Broad Made From Wood. Science has already enabled mun to oxtrnct fiery bovornges nnd many other things bf moro or less value Irom wood, and it is now proposed to go a step further and produce bread from wood, says the Milling llecord. In an address recently de livered in Heidelberg, Germany, by no less eminent an nlithor than Vic tor Meyer, it is announced "that- wo may reasonably hope that chemistry will teach us to make tho fiber of wood tho sourco of food." What an enormous stock of food, then, would bo found, if this becomes possiblo, in tho wood of our forests, or even in grass and straw. Tho fiber of wood jists essentially ol ceimiin. can just walked along the road silent, ' and I seed tho foot-log in frontnbout two hundred yards off, and I thought ter myself, 'Now, 's soon 's I git across i that foot-log I'll ninko her 'p'intthe day, or I'll know tho reason why.' When wo got ter tho foot-log I took her hand tcr help her across, and I no sooner got a hold o' her hand thun ull my brave feelings wero gone, and I begin ter tell her about how much I thought o' her, nnd wns jist 's humble 's a dog. Sho seed she hud me; and pretty soon she jerked her hund away and begin ter pout ngin, and wo walked along 's silent 's a graveyard for about a quarter o' a mile; but every onco und awhile I could see her cut her eyo from under her bonnet nt me, and I begin ter decide that she wus kind o' makin' fun o' me, and I got braver than she had ever seed mo up ter that time, and I 'lowed: "'Mary, you see yonder bigpino tree alongside o' tho road?' " 'Yes, Bob," said she. " 'Well, Mary,' 'said I, ,if j'ou don't any j'ou'll marry mo 'fore we pass that tree I'll never fool with you agin.' "Sho didn't say a word, and we walked along Rome littlo piece, and I wns studyih' ull tho time about some thin' ter suv ter her, but my thront choked up and I couldn't Bay a word till I cauglit her smilin', and then I' lowed: " 'If you don't want ter say nothin you can jist give mo your hand and I will take that ns 'yes,' but if we pass that treo I'm gone and gone forever.' "She seed I was in earnest, but sho didn't let on, nnd we walked along aide by side till wo got pretty closo ter the treo, and thinks I ter myself, 'I'm a goner,' and I begin ter think about the other girl. "We had gono along till wo were in ten steps o the big tree, and I had give it up, when all o'a sudden I seed Mnrv null her bonnet down and look t he other way from me, und then 1 1 know'd I wus a goner, for 't warn't more 'n three steps ter the tree; but jist then.she begin ter jab her hand out in front o' me quick, und nervous ly holdin' her bonnet over her face with the other hand, und looking the other way. I stopped for I know'd whut she meant, and I took hold o' that hand and I held it till she looked around at me, and then I pushed her bonnet back and's she looked up nt "Well," resumed the old man after a pause, "all that girl's brothers went ter the war beforo it wub over, and they were all killed. Sho begun ter iade, and her old mother passed away under the grief. "Tho war kept on, and tho only thing she hud ter give her comfort was a letter now and then from her sweetheart. John hud never been hurt, und it was her hope that he would not be, "After awhile John got a furlough and came home. It was a sud meet ing between the lovers, and it was a joyful one, too. "In a few duys I went over to see this young couple married. They had waited long enough for the war tcr close, and it looked liko 't wns not going ter do it, so it was ar ranged and tho neighbors gathered in ter the weddin'. "There' was no display at weddin's them days. "The bride wore homespun that Bhe had wove herself and the groom wore jeans. 'The ceremony was performed and tho crowd had jist got through sbak in' hnnds with the young couple nnd had sort o' settled down, wlien in rushed un ole nigger and 'lowed that the yankees wero comin'. Tho men had ter get away. The groom o' an hour had ter flee and leave the bride to bo taken a prisoner by old Sher man's men. "This made the third und last part ing. "John wns cut off from his home and from his young wife. Ho made his way back to Virginia and was killed on tho very duy that ho j'ined his command. "That 'oman has never.smiled from that day ter thiB, and people that do not know her think that she is crab bed and mean; but it's grief, tho fruit of a cruel war." Atlanta Constitution. All Was Not Real, Thoy sat anxiously awaiting Ihe rise of tho -curtain, -Bays tho New York Press. The piny was one of those melodramas that cause tho tho hair to stand on its hind legs and stay there. Finally the music died nwny and the curtain rolled softly and smoothly up. The scene showed a winter Bcene, awoman dying hun gry in a Bnow-drift. "Oh this is torrlbJe!"- sighed tho young ludy. "It is warmer on tho stngO thnn 'tis here," snid the young man, "nnd at the present moment the supes are arranging a summer scene on tho back of the stage, with beautiful paper roses growing out of shaggy doormats painted green to look like grass."' "Hut she seems lobe stnrving." "She isn't, though. That actress lives at the Fi'th Avenue hotel; ono can see thnt she is stout and suffer ing ftp in indigestion. She isn't hungry, nnd if bIic is shetrnu send for ehee.-e nnd beer between the nets. "I can't help feeling sorry for tho poor woman lost in the snow." "Snt w?"said tlioyouug man, smil ingly. That's not snow!" It is note paper. The man who is above con ducting the suuw-stot'in irfn't spread ing it enough. It doesn't full on tin poor woman so that she can die properly. It all goes to one bide of hor now without touching her as she wrings her hands with tho b-i-t-t-e-r co;c-cold. That snow-storm isn't two feet wide." But his companion kept on worry ing ns though bIio was looking at real anguish and suffering. And the next day she related it to some of her friends what she had suffered and then assured them that she hod njiver before hud stub u splendid time in all her life CO this be made into starch? Starch has So pretty soon the story I essentially tho Bnmopercentugecom- tho quurrel was iu everybody's position, but it diners very much in mouth. I ts properties, and the nature of its Elder Gibson wns away that day. ' moieculo is probably much more com- and did not como home till Into at plex. singing tho tho Becond about who's goin' night. The next morning, on his way to church, ho met Tim Bolton, who told him all about it. "My my,"sold the good old preach er, "this will never do. These dear old boys mustn't bo permitted to pass a Sundny with anger in their lieartH." When tho boll hnd ceased ringing Elder Gibson slowly arose in tho pul pit nnd, wiping his spectacles, feebly unnounced: "Let us all unite- in 712th hymn hymn 712 ommitting and fifth verses." Theu, udjusting his glasses, he read: "West be the tie that binds Our hearts in ChrUtian love; The fellowship of kindred minds la like to that above. "We shnre our mutual woes; Our mutual burdens bear, , And often for each other flows The sympathizing tear. "When we asunder part. It gives us inward pain; But we shall still be Join'd ia heart And hopeto meet again. "From sorrow, toll, and pain, And sin we shall be free, And perfect love and friendship region Through all eternity." THEV WEHB ALL UHOKE Ul Whilo tho blessed old preacher was reading theso stanzas tho folks in the pews cast Bidelong glances first ' at Uncle Dan'l, .' then at Deacon mo 1 stooped and kissed her. We've Cellulin is of littlo or no dietetic value.anditisnotnJtered.likeBtnrch, in boililing water. It really gives glucoso when treated with strong sul phuric acid, as is easily shown when cotton-wooi, wmeu isprncucuuy pure collulin, is merely immersed in it. Starch gives the sumo product when boiled with weak acid Tho author further quotes the researches of Ilell riegel, which go to show beyond dis puto thnt certain plants transform atmospheric nitrogen into albumen, and that his process can bo improv ed by suitable treatment. The pro auction. hereIore, of corn-starch from cellulin. togotlier with tho en forced increaeo of albumen in plants, would, he adds, ia reality signify the abolition of the breud question. IMP I 1 The Power of the Press. "I don't want that young fellow to como round hero nuy more," her father gave out decisively. "All right, fathor. Ho is only a newspaper reporter, and" "A reporter! Oh, well, in thatcaso I don't think it's any use. In tho first place, it wouldn't do any good, nnd we'd only bo having him coming down the chimney or through tho window, bo I guess we had better yield gracefully." And tho evening after she told him it was pleasure to them both to ac knowledge the great power of the press, been murried now goin' on fifty-three years, nnd I have never been sorry und I hope she has not," "You don't waste much time tellin' mo o' your love theso duys, though," said tho old lady us sho look the knitting needle from behind her ear und resumed her knitting. "But what I was goin' ter tell j-ou about," said Plunkett, without tnk ing notice of his wife's remark, "was tho 'oman that you seed puss along the road awhile ugo, "When tho war broke out that wob as pretty and rosj -cheeked girl as you ever Beed. und sho had moro laming' than any other girl in theso . CM. ...,. 1... .!,.,. !.,. n r 1J1IILB. OIIU 1IUS lllO UUUllll.1 w fine old widow ludy and had four brothers. Slie was jist passin' through her courtin' days when Georgia se ceded, und 't was narrated around that she and John Wilmpt wnsgwino ter bo bo married soon. "Tho war broko out, and the wed din' day was put off two months, for John j'ined oneo' the first companies that went ter Virginia, and they did not want ter marry till tho war was over. "I never Bhnll forget how proud wo all wero o' John when ho mine back ter tho settlement, all dressed up in gray uniform, ter bid us good bye. "1 seed that young girl when she Bnuntered off down ter tho big gate so s bug wouiu not; oe ueioru uiu crowd when bIio told John good-bye. They both looked fine as they walked off down the rond tnlkin', John leadin' hi8 horse along. I watched 'em as thoy stopped and talked jist beforo he mounted to leave. It warn't long till I seed John on his horse loping up the road, and tho girl Btood and watcjied hjm till he Embarrassing, Children sorjotimes tell tho truth at the most inopportune moments, much to thediscomfort of their elders, writes a correspondent, who relates that a lady of her acquaintance, whose home was charmingly managed, had two roguish, irrepressible boys. One afternoon thiB lady had com nnnv. Shu wns-narticulnrlv anxious 'to produco a. favorable impression and took grent pains for this purpose. She prepared un elaborate supper. The guests nnd fumily were gather ed about the tea table, whon one of the boys surprised his mother by ox clniming during a lull in tho conver sation, "Tell you what, ma, wo don't have such a supper's this very often, do we?" There wns a momentary pnuso: tho hostess blushed, and then said with a laugh: "No, Johnnie, this is a com pany supper." Tho reply and tho lit tlo laugh prevented any feeling ol awkwardness. After supper the compnny retired to the purlor, where the lamps wore lighted, and hero that artless boy fired another shot at his mother's weak armor. "Oh, ma!" ho cried, "you've bor rowed Aunt Sally's new lamps, ain't you?" If annoyed tho mother did not be tray it; but making a smiling grim nco to her guests, she Baid: "It's no use trying to shine in borrowed plumes with mv boys." Youth's Companion. He Couldn'tl&arve the Cream. From the CincinnnUlKiKjuirer. Titer. wns u lAlricrous episode at the ladies' receptiVn at the rnivtrs ity Club home weeys ngo. The mem bers ol the dub, baing in the main still young and galnnt, were devot ed in their attentions to the fair gue.xts, and to nssisjt in their com fort performed even medial duties. Among the hardest workers wns John Ledyuijd Lincoln, the young nttorney. Hnring the serving tip of the luncheon, ieing ono of tho waiters slowly cuttilg slices of cream from a large blockAhe impntiently seized the carving kwf'e to accelerate riie work. Not kuofBiig that in or der to cut tho creanw. is necessary to dip the knife b1ni into boiling water, he whr.cKed awf with an air ol ponderous knowlodgV A moment Inter he was in the prwieament of the inexperienced curverwithu tough turkey, but, like a true lo, refused to surrender. Tho bloelliof cream rolled, twisted and equaled, the knifo glanced off harmlewy and John Leynrd Lincoln gipv red in the face. After a desperate strug gle, at last ho gave in conquft-ed and turned over the shapeless bWk to the grinning waiter, who usfctgmed tho carving process with a triumph ant air. But John Ledyurd Lincoln learned something he did not know before a s. fact that may seem friends. strango to his An Inventor's Predicament. Mr. Eugene Fitch, of Iown, invent, ed a typewriter some timeago and ho isnow in London introducing it. Ho sent the Prince of Wales ono of tho machines and his royal highness took it into his head to learn tho art. Ho lias become bo fascinated with the fad that ho has ordered a dozen of machines for uso by his secretaries. T1i!b has, of course, set the nobility nil ngog, forthoprico is a eort of bell wether, lendingthe way whither thou sands are readyto follow. Our friend Fitch is in a terrible pickle, for he hos more orders thnn he con fill in a veur, and he is so pestered by visit ors who want to see the machine which " 'is royal 'ighness 'as conde scended to patronize" that he is go ing over to the continent lor rest." Eugene Field in Chicugo News. A Horse Attacked by a Lion. The other morning as Luther Evans, went to the field for his team on the Barber Darling place, near Soquel, ho discovered that an animal which he supposed wob a dog, was worrying one of his horses. As he drove uenrer ho saw that tho animnl wns not a dog, but an exceedingly lively specimen of tho Lalitornta lion, which was making a vicious attack upon tho horse, biting nnd scratch ing it with leonine ferocity. The horse was making tho best defense possible, rearing and kicking, nnd wna nirlefl bv his mate, but tho lion wns very evidently getting tho best of the fight and would soon have se cured anequinebreakfaBt. Ab young Evano, who was on horseback, rodo up, the lion crouched on the ground for a moment nnd ran to. tho woods. Tho horse had been badly bitten on the flanks, neck nnd belly and was nearly exhausted from loss of blood, but under proper treatment is ex pected to recover. Santa Cruz Surf. Pleasures of a Parachutist. Tho lady parachutist who was nearly drowned at tho Welsh Harp Herndon, hns secured' her advertise, ment, though sho must havo grudged tho price she hod to puy for it. That price was to lio for some moments, that must have counted as hours, helpless under tho waters of tho lake, while the machine to which sho was fastened floated outspread on tho surface, without a moment to show whnt wns passing benenth. Tho 1ml loon had disappeared in the mist, nnd tho parachute with it, till tho latter eumo fluttering down iu tho wrong place, with tho lady attached. Sho was dragged out insensible, but sho is alive to tell too tale oi tier grue Bomo adventure,- and no doubt to risk a repitition of It in subsequent descents. London News. No Improvement. An old lady who witnessed a pro duction of "The Merchant of Venice'' many yenrs ago went again recently to seo the Btory of Shylock enacted upon the stnge. Upon her return home Bhe wns asked how sho liked it. Wall," 6aid she, "Venice seemed to have been spruced up some since the first time I saw it, but Shylock's juBt the same mean, ordinary thing he was forty years ago.' Harper's Magazine. J f WJ I