POSSESSIONS.
A poet love J a stnr.
i And to it whispered nightly.
"Ik-ing HO fair , why art. thoii BO far ?
Or why so coldly hhinc , who r'dnei't to
, brightly ?
r 0 beauty \vooed und unpossessed ,
v 0 might I to this heating heart.
lint clasp then oiu-o nnd then die blestl"
That , stnr her poet's love ,
So wildly warm , mndo human.
And leaving lor his snko her heaven above ,
His star stooped earthward and be'-amo a
woman.
hast wooed and hast possest ,
My lover , answer : Which was blest ,
The star's beam or the woman's heart ! "
"I miss Irotn Heaven , " the ninn leplied ,
"A light that diew my spirit to it. "
And to the mun the woman sighed.
"I miss from earth a poet. "
Edward Bulwer Lytton.
THE PRIZE SNAKE STOEY.
N 1880 , while a
member of E
Company of the
Texas State
Rangers , I was
ordered up into
Presidio county
with a squad of
men' to follow
Victorio's mur
derous band of
Apaches. After the death of that
famous chieftian in the Candelera
Mountains , Chihuahua , Mex. , the
remnant of the band recrossed the
Rio Grande , and my command trail
ed them intoSierraDiablo , justacross
the line of NewMexico , killed several ,
dft and brought three prisoners back to
Fort Davis , the seat of Presidio coun
ty. It was feared tha-t the scattering
hostiles would unite again and make
another raid into Texasand , to be prepare -
pare for an invasion of thatsort I was
ordered to go into permanent camp
at Mooskie's Ranch , which is about
eight miles from the post.
Before * we had been established at
the old ranch a week our camp was
overrun with salamander rats , a
small rodent resembling the common
field mole , but a trifle larger. The
pests created great havoc among
our forage , and as corn was high-
priced and hard to get we seriously
consideied abandoning our camp , as
it is almost impossible to get rid of
salamanders once they establish
themselves in a place. One of our
"Mexican-herders suggested away out
of the difficulty. He assured us that
the kiug snake or prairie runner was
death to salamanders , and a few of
these reptiles turned loose in camp
would soon rid us of the corn-eating
rats.
On the big Prison Plain beyond
Miltre Peak , at a point where the
Southern Pacific Railroad no\v cross
es , was known to bo a favorite haunt
of the snakes , and a scout of men
was ordered out to capture a few.
The boys were gone two days , and
returned with a score or more of
reptiles. The squirming lot were re
leased in the old ranche , and in two
days' time they had dispatched bhe
last salamander. After their food
had become exhausted the snakes
disappeared , and , as they can travel
like a race horse , probably made
their way back to their old haunts
on the Prison Plain. One big fellow
had been tram pled upon by a Ranger
and so badly grounded that its fel
lows migrated , and speedily became
si great pet. It ultimately recovered ,
but evinced no inclination to leave.
We christened his snakeship Bobo.
and it soon became as tame as a
kitten. Bobo , was very fond of
milk , and , as we had an abundant
supply a neighboring ranchman
giving us all that we could carry
away , the snake was always given
a bowl of its favorite beverage every
night.
Bobo had the freedom of the camp ,
and every man in the command was
his friend. In the morning , when
the horses and back mules were sent
out under guard to graze , Babe
would accompany the herders , coil
ing up like a'Jariat about the.horn
of one-of the men's saddles.
Sometimes the snake would make
a trip to Port Davis with a ranger ,
but lit never would stay away from
the camp over night. As soon as the
sun set it would scuttle away , and ,
being able to travel as fast as the
average horse , would reach the camp I
in time for its evening ration of milk.
There was an abundance of game , ,
deer , antelope and elk in the vicinity
of our camp , and one day a. bighorn
or Rocky Mountain sheep was start
ed up in the Davis Mountain , but it
escaped before a shot could be had
at it. I was particularly fond of
huritinar and anxious to bag a big
horn. Without saving any thing of
my purpose , 1 left camp early one
morning with the determination of
bringing in the horns of the big
sheep , it I stayed away a week.
Reaching the foothills of the Davis
range , I entered one of the numerous
canons which traverse it , and , trot
ting along , kept a sharp lookout for
big horn sign. The canon in which
I was riding had ages be'orebeen the
bed of a mighty river , and Ivn =
obliged to watch sharply for natural
wells , hundreds of which pierced the
old bed of the stream. Night over
took me , and I had no { .seen the faint
est sign oftusouarry. I began to
look about fo" "A suitable camping
place , where there was grass and wa
ter , "and , as twilight is very brief in
that latitude , urged my horse into a
brisk canter. Darkness cnme on
very quickly , and I was soon sur
rounded by an inky gloom. Sudden
ly my horse pulled up so sharply
that I threw myself far hack in the
"
saddle to keep "from being pitched
from my seat , and then I found my
self falling , with the horse beneath
me.
me.There was a shock and for a mo
ment I was stunned. When I recov
ered cousciousnes 1 found that my
horse had tumbled down a natural
well , thirty feet in depth , and had
been instantly killed. I was consid
erably shocked , but fortunately no
bones broken. It did not take me
long to realize the seriously uncom
fortable nature of my position , for
plainsmen think quickly.
The well into which I had fallen
was perfectly round. Its sides were
as smooth as glass , and it was too
far from side to side for me to climb
out by the use of elbows and knees.
1 was in a stone prison , a dungeon
from which there was noescape with
out help from the outside , nnd as I
realized this a drop of rain splashed
in my face and I heard the distant
rumble of thunder. A "storm was
coming on , and in a minute's time ,
if there was a hea\y fall of rain , my
trail would be obliterated. I tried
to calculate how long I could hold
out before a search party would come
alter me , and give it up when I con
sidered how unlikely it was that any
but the merest accident would bring
the searchers to this particular place ,
i was in a tight hole in more ways
than one , and the thoughts that
came to me in the next two or three
minutes were decidedly solemn ones.
Suddenly a cold , clammy body touch
ed my hand and I heard Bobo's fa
miliar hiss. I spoke to the reptile ,
and it climbed up my body to my
shoulder. Where it had managed to
secret itself all this time I could not
at first imagine , until I remembered
that on the morning * previous I had
found his snakeship in one of my
saddle pockets , to which he had crept
for shelter from the cold night air.
"Poor Bobo , " I said aloud. "We
are companions in misery , and if I
am not mistaken our bones will
eventually lie together here , mixed
up with those of my horse. Any way ,
I'll take asmoke. "
I filled my pipe and struck a match.
The bright light annoyed Bobo. and ,
raising his head , it reached out to
ward the side of the well. Before the
match went out it had got a hold'
upon the smooth stone and was
wriggling its way toward the top. 1
don't know what made me think of
it , but I suddenly remembered Bobo's
fondness for milk anddislike of stay
ing away Irom me over night.
Before the reptile was oeyond my
reach I pulled it back , determined to
make it the means of ; etting out of
the well. I twined its body about
my neck , and by the use of indearing
phrases and an occasional stroke oi
the hand quieted the reptile. Strik
ing a match , I tore a leaf from my
notebook , and hastily scribbled a
few lines describing the accident
which had befallen me , and locating
as well as I could the canon in
which it had happened. I enclosed
this note in a piece of buckskin cut
from my tobacco pouch and then
with a bit of wire twisted from the
ring of my riata , bound the little
pMket to Bobo's tail.
I drew the wire so tightly that it
muse have cut into the flesh , for
Bobo tried to strike my hand , and
hissed angrily. Satisfied that the
packet would not come off. 1 held
the reptile against the wall and re
leased it. Quickly Bobo. crawled to
the top , although somewhat ham
pered by the wired on pocket and
was off.
It seemed an eternity that night
of an anxious'suspense , but toward
morning I fell as'eep , doubled up
over the dead body of my horse.
When I awoke the sun was shining
directly overhead. 1 had just taken
Jv drink from my canteen when I
heard the clatter of hoofs and knew
that relief had come. I pulled out
my six-shooter and blazed away at.
the well. There was a volley of an
swering shots , and presently the
boys were jrrouped around the edge
of the well chaffing me in a good-
natured way. A rope was lowered ,
and. after sending up my saddle ,
bridle and rifle , 1 was hauled up ,
somewhat stiff ami sore , but about
as thankful a man as could be found.
Bobo had made straight for camp ,
and had reached the ranch some
time dnring the night. It was not
until morning , however , that the
packet bound to his tail was notic
ed. As soon as it was taken off and
my message read a scout at once
started out after me.
A Fortune to Be Made In Bread
Mr. Edward Atkinson said some
time since there was a fortune wait
ing any person who would sell good
home made bread over the counter
at five cents a loaf , and any one who
furnishes bread fit for starving
nerves and overworked digestions
deserves a fortune. But I never saw
so-called health bread that was fit
to eat more .than ont-e from a public
bakery.
It is heavy , slack baked , unsalted
bread of affliction. That one bake
ry was so successful in its first year
that it could afford to shut down
baking in the summer and rest. Now
Boston sends bread to Maine for in
valids and people who want to es
cape invnlidism. If the women who
write me about making jellies and
fairy enke for gale would learn to
make really good , wholesome bivad
without yeast or baking powder
they wonld find it more profitable
the year round. But they haven't
mind enough to doit. Shirley Dare.
Fun with a Newly - Married
Couple.
, An incident occurred on a Western
train as 5c bowled merrily over the
prairie in the direction of Milwaukee
that was cruel and yet laughable in
the extreme. A newly married coup
le , so very , very newly married , irot
on the train at Chicago and took . . .
front seat in the car , where each pas
senger could watch their very nct/on.
The groom was a tall , bony individ
ual , one of the silk hat , Prince Al
bert coat grooms , with a white dress
tie at his throat and a white rose in
his buttonhole. A regular web-foot
ed country cross roads dude and the
very atmosphere in his vicinity was
permeated with the aroma of new-
mown hay.
The bride was dressed in white ,
nodding white plumes graced her
head , white kid gloves covered her
hands and a large bouquet lay in her
lap. Her face was a dead ringer for
a mask and was homely enough to
ache , but this did not seem to troub
le the groom , who was snuggled up
as close to her as he could get. So
deeply were they wrapped up in each
other that they were entirely uncon
scious of the fact that they were the
observed of all observers and especi
ally of a party of traveling men who
sat a little way back of them. The
groom would whisper some swer-t
nothing in the bride's ear and she.
with a becoming blush , would turn
nnd beam upon him , showing to the
passengers while doing so a nose
that protruded from her face like o
tumor. Oh , she was homely !
Finally , us the night waxed on
apace , the two young things began
to grow more coochy-coochy , and as
the train pulled out of Wadsworth
Reuben stretched forth his long arm
nnd wound it tenderly about his
bride's neck. Upon seeing this every
drummer in the party began to
whistle , while one evil-minded indi
vidual with a State street jag yelled ,
"Break away ! ' ' With a painful sigh
that could be heard all over the car ,
the poor groom slowly took his arm
away and again the couple fell to
whispering. The whispering was
continued for a number of miles , and
then , when thegroom thought every
body behind him was asleep , he
once more placed .his arm lovingty
about the woman's neck. As be
fore the action was followed by
whistling and shouts , and again with
a sigh the arm was removed. Poor
fellow ! the writer felt sorry for him ,
but thosB heartless drummers would
have their way , and the above scene
was repeated time after time. Fi
nally the bride , although tired out ,
rested her head on her husband's
manly breast and he had just begun
to smooth her tresses when the
crowd once more opened up and
made night hideous with their noise.
This wn- too much for the bride and
with a sob she buried her face in her
handkerchief and wept. The groom
was visibly startled at this and in
spite of the whistling of the crowd
proceeded to pet and soothe the
wounded fcelimrs of the dear one at
his side , but the more he soothed the
more she wept. He looked around
him for the first time since the train
started and at just the right mo
ment to catch a man in the act of
whistling. Deliberately arising from
his seat be approached.tho man with
out a word slapped him across the
mouth with his half clenched hand.
The man started to jump up , but the
injured groom gave him another
lilter that sent him back into his
seat again , where he was glad to re
main. Then turning to the balance
of the passengers he addressed them
thus :
"Fellers , maybe I do look a little
bit green and I'll admit that I'm a
little bit new in this marryins : busi
ness , consequently have overlooked
your insults , but it has gone far
enough now. You wasn't "satisfied
till you got the little woman to cry-
ingand nowl am mad clean through.
I am iroing back to my seat , now ,
and my wile shall lay her head on 1113'
shoulder till we reach Milwaukee , and
the first son-of-u-gun that dares to
unfold his yawp will gefc jumped on
by yours truly. If more than om ?
makes a noise , so much the better ,
for I am in prime condition and once
I commence , I'll lick every man in
the car. "
As he closed his little address , he.
walked back to his seat , said something -
thing to the sobbing woman and
she , with a proud look ia her eyes ,
laid her head on his shoulder. Not
a man in the car dared open his head
alter that and the couple came to
Milwaukee in peace. Peck's Sun.
Where Ignorance is Helpful.
One of the most successful women
in society is the woman who knows
absolutely nothing that is , ir. the
ordinary acceptance of the term-
but whose nature is so nicely adapt
ed to the needs and requirements ot
( hili e that she makes no blunders
and hurts the tender feeliuir of nc.
one. It is a matter for us to reflect
upon , and it should incite us to help
our children to cultivate that spirit
of kindliness which would just as
readily speak well of people as ill , if
not to prefer to do so. We might
teach our daughters that to listen
patiently to the praise of others will
not detract in the least from their
charms. Those happy women ho
are capable of honest and hearty ad
miration for persons of their own
sex are , and always have been , ad
mired and loved , though without ac
complishments or this
gracessavc
one of inborn charity nnx ! geol will.
Chicago HeraM.
A Battle For Life.
The German aeronaut \Yolf recent"
| y had a most terrible experience
during a trip in a balloon from the
grounds of the Cologne exhibition of
the art of war. says the New York
Sun. In company with Peter Schmitz
and > u manu acturer named Depen-
heuer , he started in the balloon Stoll-
work at 1 o'clock on a cloudy after
noon. The balloon fiew one mile al
most straight upward into the thick
of a storm. Wolf , fearful ot the
strong winds und hail around him ,
decided to make a landing as soon
us possible.
"There was nothing but woods
and woods under us , " he said subse
quently. "The balloon descended
witluviolent rapidity. I finally dis
covered a little clearing on a steep
mountainsideand prepared toanch-
or. The balloon descended more
slowly , and the people who had observed -
served us , hurried together under
neath to help us land. I drew the
ventilator a little farther open and
motioned to Schmitz to get out.
Depeuheuer uliirhted , and all was
well , when suddenly a whirlwind
struck us. A terrible jerk sends rue
on my back in the car. I jump up to
find all thingsswimminsdown.down
below me , and two men clinging
helplessly to the etiire ot the car. I
catch the nearest one. a peasant who
tried to assist in the landing. Too
late ! His strength is gone ; he lets
go , and I hear with horrible distinct
ness the muffled thud of his body on
the ground.
"My heart sickens , but I rally to
pave my friend Schmitz , who still
sticks to the car's side. Already the
clouds are sinking beneath us. We
are at least two miles above the
earth. I try to raise Schmitz into
the car , but he has sunk so far down
from the edge that I can hardly
grasp his wrists , and he is to weak
to make an effort tor himself. Both
of us groan our despair , for all seems
over. Slowly and painfully I raise
him a little , set my teeth in the back
of his coat , and endeavor to bind
him fast with the storm line. A few
moments drag by in hope and de
spair , and I finally succeed in fasten
ing the rope under his arms and
in tying him to the car. There is no
safety in the device , however , for
Schmitz to lose consciousness for an
instant his body would relax and he
would slip away. I call to him :
'Spread out your arms ! Spread out
your arn.s ! ' I heard his body move
in response to my admonition , but
his voice is lost to me.
"All this has occupied 25 minutes ,
and we have in the meantime been
slipping upward. Everything now
depends upon our making a quick
landing. I draw open the valve , and
wa begin falling. We plunge into a
a great stornu The balloon snins
around in circles , and sways about
like a drunken roan. Rain , hail ,
thunder and lightning sweep over us.
The balloon reels so that I must lie
on my face to remain in the car.
"Peter ! Peter ! ' I call to my friend.
'Hold fast ! Only hold fast ! "
"No respone for he cannot hear
me. The agitation of the balloon
has loosened the rope and he has
sagged back again , down the side
of the car , so I con see
only his finger-tips on the
edg'e. I creep to the side of the
car , seize his wrist with my left
hand , and with my right hand
and teeth I tug at the valve.
" 'I cannot hold out longer,1
comes in a weak voice from Schmitz ,
'I am slipping away. '
" 'One minute ; only a minute
more , " I cry back , 'and we will be
there. '
"Thenearer we come to the ground ,
however , the more violent becomes
the oscillation of the balloon. Fi
nally we slip over a house , a barn ,
and drop like a shot to the ground.
' 'Let go ! ' I shout to Schmitz , 'and
jump away from the anchor. '
"He obeys , and the balloon. 105
pounds lighter , soars upward. I
pull at the valve with all my
strength , tillfJthe anchor catches a
small tree. But the tree gives way ,
and with the rebound the car springs
up to the balloon , and fora moment
I hang on almost by my teeth. The
anchor catches again in a tree , Again
a jerk , a crack , a rebound , and I am
tossed abont like a ball. Once more
the anchor catches , and I find my
self just above the top of a dense old
cedar. Head first I dive into the
branches , and fall from bough to
bough until I reach the ground. The
anchor rattles near me. Another
tree breaks , and the balloon sails off
to the northeast.
"I had landed near Clive. In an
hour I had the whole neighborhood
out looking for Schmitz. He wag
not to be found. 'Dead , ' I thought ,
as I limped painfully along between
two peasants in the direction of the
Overath railway station. Presently
a group of men and women hurried
toward us from a side street. Three
of them were half-carrying a man.
I hastened to them as rapidly as I
could , and had Schmitz in my arms.
"To-day my head is dense nnd
weighty. Every bone in my body
aches and pulsates. I cannot sleep ,
and I have no peace , since I can get
no news of the poor peasant who fell
n sacrifice to his willingness to help
me. "
A Little Girl's Reasoning.
A little girl of four wise years wa&
dsiting with her mother on Main
street , an'l at the dinner table the
nether insisted that she should eat
3sh and potato on her plate before
iieing helped to dessert. The child
: urned gravely to her hostess and
observed : "Do.you know why my
nether doesn't keep a pig ? It's be
muse she makes me eat up all the
jwill. " Springfield Homestead.
IN THE COUNTRY.
Ho sat within his office in the city's busy
mnrt
And thouuht tliiR v r.v happy thought : "To
morrow I'll ilppnrt
For qui ! > t country places where thoHCunos
that grwt tno hero
And ull the city noises shall bo lost to eye
und car.
Away with nil the ceaseless stir , I'm weary of
the strife
Oh , what a pleasure it would he to load a
Innner'H life !
I'll spend my wet-k's vacation in the country
fresh and Iree ,
Its verdant fields nnd solitudes are just the
thing : for me. "
Ho climbed up in the old barn's mow to feed
the horccH liny ,
And thought this very happy thought : "To
morrow I'll away
From all this dull monotony and dreary
stretch o" green ,
I'm going to the city where there'ssomething
to be seen.
Why must I all my weary days plod one pro
saic round ?
Oh , I would dwell where busy hands ia multi
tudes abound !
I'll spend my week's vacation in the city's
throbbing heart.
Of which did fortune favor me I'd be an active
ivo part. "
Each went to the desired place , but very
strange to tiny.
Each one Ix-fore the week wan up was glad to
come away.
They found each other's joys ofuhito were
flocked with shades of black.
Though en eh was glad to go , yet both were
gladder to get buck.
Chicago Evening Post.
LAZIESTBOYLN LUMBERTON.
F there is such n
thing as a lazy
boy a tall ( and
the d o u D t is
Aunt Myra's
and not mine )
Dick Hammond
certainly is one-
Aunt Myra
says that "ev
ery cne living
has a liking for
some form of labor if only the right
thing be found , " but I am afraid
that some people must die without
hunting much for theirs , and I don't
believe some people would know their
kind of work if it was to come around
and knock at the front door and
hand in its card.
Aunt Myra says that is society's
look out ; that society ought to find
a man's field of usefulness , and in
troduce him to it ; but society in
Lumberton hadn't taken time yetto
read Edward Bellamy's theories , and
so society in Lumberton called Dick
Hammond the laziest boy in town.
As an errand boy , he was certain
to let the grass grow under his feet ,
while he watched a spider spin its
web from the branch of a tree , and
when he came back and was u rath-
fully told thatthedinner wasspoiled.
waiting for the salt for which he had
been sent , while he could not tall for
the life ol him whether it was salt or
sugar he had been sent for , he could
tell exactly how that spider cast out
its line , and how it strenghtened it
so as to bear its weight. If he was
wanted to get the kindling ready for
morning he might be induced to
start , but there was no assurance
that the kindling would ever be
reached , owing to the tired condi
tion of the boy , or if he succeeded in
getting so far on the way the prob
abilities wore that the kindling would
be improvised into minute telegraph
poles , and mother's basting cotton
strung across the yard as the wire.
"No use to talk , Dick's the most
noaccount fellow in Lumberton ; he
aint worth his salt as shure as you
are born , " said Dick's father , and
all Lumberton pretty much agreed
with Dick's father , from Elder Manly
to Squire Van Huzen , for had not
the preacher tried to induce Dick to
hoe his garden , and to his chagrin
found the first half-day productive
of nothing more than one side of his
stable covered nith hieroglyphics in
white chalk , and hadn't Squire Van-
Huzen entrusted Dick with his horse ,
only to have a bijr bill for repairs to
pay for damage done while Dick was
trying how near he could imitate the
buggy wheels in the sand ?
Only Mr. Adams , the school teach
er , and Aunt Myra had the courage
and faith to hope that some good
would come of Dick some day.
And this opinion hadn't changed
much by the time Dick came to be a
tall awkward boy ot sixteen , with
legs and arms too long for his jackets
and trousers , and elbows and knees
too ambitious to be out in the world
to mind seams or patches.
'Its too cheap for anything , I
know , " said Hammond senior to his
wife at the dinner table. There's a
right smart chance of ties and bark
on the hillside , but I ain't able to get
it down , and it can't be done without
money enough to build a slide , and
that would cost a heap. " '
"Father , how many ties do you
suppose there are on that mountain
, 'ot ? " asked Dick suddenly , from his I
bowl of mush and milk. j
"There ain't ona less than 5,000 , "
answered his father , chewing away
at the broom straw between his
teeth. He had finished his dinner
while Dick was shaping his mush in
to islands and capes in the milk , and
sailing his spoon around them on
voj'ages of discovery.
"At 20 cents apiece that would be
§ 1,000 worth , and old Ketchum
wants the piece for § 300. ' '
"Yes , and 'taint enough : but then
1 can't get the ties off that moun
tain without help : I'm a-getting so
old , and I haven't no boys worth
anything. Ketchum has to get the
ties cut and off , and thatwilltake
§ 500 if he has to build a slid ? , and
they can't be goc-without ; but here's
the bark and hoop-poles : but how
nm 1 to help myself , 1 can't get them
off. "
" Father , " snidJDick suddenly , from
his last mouthful of mush , "I believe
I can , get them down , and without a
slide , too. "
"You get them down ! " exclaimed
his father impatiently ; "as if yous
could do it. hoy. Playing with stick
and strings ; that is the way. "
"I know I can do it father. " Dick
answered quietly but confidently. " 1
have studied it all out with strings
and sticks , nnd I know it'will work ,
and not cost over § 50 , instead of
§ 500. "
' "What fool work , boy : nnd how
do you know about what things *
cost ! " demanded his father.
"The wire slide. I have studied it
all out ; the cable can be hitched to
trees at the top and bottom , and the
tiescnnbehooked on and slid down. "
The face of Dick's father would have
been a study to a philosopher while
his boy was unfolding his plan to him.
At first , he shook his iiead dubiously ,
but the more he thought of it the
more favorably it struck him. Pres
ently he slnpp'ed his hand on his knee ,
and'exclaimed. "It will work ! "
"OF course it will work , " said Dick
with confidence , and tiie next day
Dick and his father started outto buy
the cable and hire men to cut and hew
the ties.
Dick had some difficulties to over
come. The first two that came down
shattered the lower tree to atoms
and broughtthe sliding business to a
sudden end. But he soon devised a
switch ol an iron rod on a wooden
rail , which shot them elf to one side
and piled them in a heap.
The new invention was all the talk
of Lumberton , and when Mr. Hammond
mend had cleared the nice sum ol
§ 800 , all agreed that Dick's'bra in
was worth more than all of them to
gether , nnd ' 'the laziest boy in Lum
berton" became the smartest boy in
Lumberton. From the Boston Trav
eler.
How Millionaires Start-
From the X 'w York World.
If the authors of the Declaration o |
Independence , who first asserted that
"all men were born free and equal , "
could gaze up and down the vistas
of New York life to-day they would
find ample justification of their doc
trine. Henry Villurd , whose tips and
downs leave him a power in the
Northern Pacific Railroad , earned
his first money as a reporter. Austin
C'jrbin worked on his father's farm
in Vermont for his first dollar. Col-
lis P. Huntington began his career
as a small merchant in this city when
he was 15 years old. CalvinS. Brieo's
first labor was over law books in o
country law office in Ohio.
Daniel Dougherty , the silver-
tongued orator , made his first bit of
money handling the ribbons over his
father's 'bus teams on Arch Street ,
Philadelphia. Eugene Kelry , now a
banker worth § 5,000,000 , earned his
passage to this country by driving a
jaunting car in his native place.
County Tyrone , Ireland.
Vice-President Levi P. Morton was ,
as a boy , a clerk in a villa-re dry goods
store , and aided his father a poor
clergyman , with a goodly share of
his § 7-a-week salary. Russell Sage
was taught frugality in his brother's
grocery store at Troy , N. Y. Henry
Clews' early life was spent as a porter
in a woolen house at § 3 a week. Au
gust Belmont began his career in n
counting house.
Rudolph Aronson was an enthusi
astic devotee of music in his youth ,
and earned a dollar or two out of it.
Augustin Daly was originally a news
paper man. John Stetson a profes
sional athlete , Tony Pastor a clown.
Harry Miner a policeman. Manager
Hammerstein a cigarmaker. Mana
ger John A. McCnull ran away from
Md. St. Mary's CoilegeEmmettsburg ,
Md. , to become a sergeant in the con
federate army at the age of 15 years.
Chnuncey M. Depew rose to his
present unique position from a law
office. He was admitted to the bar
in 1858. Jay Gould , it is well known ,
was a surveyor and school teacher
in Delaware County. Ex-Mayor Wil
liam R. Grace , was a butcher in Calao ,
Peru , until he becnmonship chandler.
William Vanderbilt remained on his
father's farm until he was 30 years
old , when the old Commodore put
him in training for a railroad career.
Lawyer and Secretary of the Navy
Benjamin F. Tracy was a farmer's
boy , and one with mighty poor pros
pects at that. He dropped farming
and taught school daytime.SjStudying
law nights. Erastus Wiman made
his'first money as a newsboy when
onlv 9 years old. r
. . * . _ -4
Cooking Eggs on Hot Side-
walks.
Two treasury clerks were looking"
out of a window of the north front
of the building in Washington upon
the .smooth pavement ithat , .unpro
tected from the sun. becomes hot
enough to almost blister your feet
through the soles of your shoes.
"That pavement is hot enough to
frv ' eggsf said one clerk.
"Bosh , " said the other.
" 1 bet you that it is. ' '
A few minutes later , , when lunch
hour arrived , the two men .stood out
an the pavement , where the tempera
ture overhead was about 105. One
rcf them had an egg in his hand.
Holding it close to the pavement he
dipped it open with a knile , end let
bhe contents full upon the heated
flagstone. There was a little sizzle ,
ind the albumen began tc grow
ivhite and hard.
"What did I tell you ? " said thetri-
nnptihnt clerk , a'nd then the two
nen went and cooled themselves.
IVashington letter.