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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
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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
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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.
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