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THE BAKER AND UNDERTAKER. i - I Within a bloc k of houses, our town's pride, , That, front* upon a growing business Btreet Are stored well tit ted up, ornate and neat. With signs outside desiring buyers to guide. One store was filled and honored by a baker Vyith a film,snow of cake and bread bakn brown. Next >ioor te nim, the fanciest front In town Was thi* fine out fit of an undertaker. For wa it of t rade ami seeking better clover. They moved their business both to otha quarters For the convenience of Hons and daugt’^ra. People who eat or those whose eating is over. On being questioned why they moved away. The baker said. “Few persons now livec there.” The undertaker said, with looks of care, “That not a death had he In many a day.** -“Edward S. C’reamer in New York Sun. SAIIY AND TOBE. For weeks there had been no serious trouble in my school on Raccoon moun tain. The rule against the use of tobacci was no longer resisted. The marrieo people were learning well: so, too, wen the “grass widowers and widows." Tilt little ones were more lovable every day One morning, however, our peace was disturbed by the news of a fight on tin way home from school the evening be fore. A dozen or more were implicated. By noon I had a very correct account of the affair. That afternoon I requested the guilty ones to remain after school. Little groups of two, three or foui stood around and discussed matters in awestruck whispers. i heard one 01 two little girls say: “The teacher tol Henry to stay. Did you know she did?” “La, no, did she? D’reckin Henry’ll git a whoopin? Wouldn’ that be aw ful fer a big boy lack Henry (he was 2-1 years old) to be whooped? She can’t whoop Henry. He’s bigger’n she is.” When school was dismissed, half a dozen children in my room kept theii seats. As the line came down stairs some four or five dropped out of it and took seats in the rear of my room. I motion ed them front and went out to see the rest off. Some went lingeringly, glancing back through the window to where the cul prits sat. When I came into the room, a funereal gloom seemed to have settled on the lit tle group. I could imagine that it had just settled there, for I was confident that before my entrance sundry winks and smiles had been exchanged. Sary Camp and Tobe Mullins were the principals; the others were simply acces sories. Sary was a thin, pug nosed girl, who looked old enough to have had years of experience. Tobe was a freckle faced, cross eyed boy, perhaps two years older than Sary. “We’ll hear from Tobe and Sarah first. I am sure Tobe will be gallant enough to allow Sarah to speak first. Besides, if she does, he will have the last word.” “I don’ cvur,” said Tobe. “But if I git the lais’ word hit’ll be the first time Sary ever lemme have hit.” And one of his cross eyes winked slyly at the other as a titter went through the room. “Go on, Sarah. Tell all about this trouble you and Tobe had on your way home from school.” “Well, rll jist tell you heow hit wuz. As a passel uv us wuz gwine home yis terday evenin we stopped jist t’other side uv Mr. Milligiu’s on that rocky hill to rest. We all set deown, an we wuz all a-settin talkin, an me an Tobe Mul lins wuz a little peace off from the bal ance uv um, an (here Sary blushed) Tobe he tried to kiss me. I don’t let no boy kiss me (swelling with conscious virtue), an I jist uped an hit him in the meouth ’ith his dinner bucket. The led fell off’n the bucket, an jist then Henry Taylor he come up an he says, says he, ‘Whut’s matter, Tobe?’ an he kicked Tobe's buck et led deown the bluff. “Tobe he tuck and slapped Henry ’caze he kicked the bucket led, an then Bob Taylor he run up an kicked Tobe's bucket an knocked it down the bluff. Tobe he picked up a rock an hit Bob, an then the balunce uv the Taylor boys an the Joneses jined in. Jist then Brother Henry he come'long an he says: ‘Whut’s the matter hyur? Whut you all on Tobe fer?’ “Thar wuzn’t much fightin aifter that. I b’lieve the Taylor boys th’owed some more rocks too.” Tobe was evidently very much pleased that Sery’s story was so favorable to him self, but when she remarked by way of conclusion: “Hit all started frum Tobe tryin to kiss me. If hit hadn’t been fer that, thare’d ’a’ been nothin uv bit, au if you whoop anybody Tobe he’s the one to whoop.” He blurted out: “Sary Camp cussed.” Tins remark was variously received. The Taylors and Joneses giggled. Sary uttered not a word, but every feature of her face, even to the tip of her pug nose, and her entire manner said plainly: “That beats me.” And Sary’s 18-year-old brother Harry said, “Well, that’s the fust time I’ve hyurd Sary ’cused nv cussin sence she jined the church.” Sary brightened at this and remarked with animation, “Yes, an I’ve had my health a heap better sence I jined the church.” Her simple faith moved me. It was so like that of the woman of old who thought but to touch the hem of his gar ment and be made whole. “What did Sarah say, Tobe?” “She said, ‘Dad blame you, you liT black devil.’ ’’ “That hain’t cussin,” said Sary. “I hyurd paw eay that, an I axed him if hit was cussin, and he said hit wuzn’, an paw’s a church member too.” “My pap hain’t no church member, an I axed him if hit wuz cussin, an he said course hit wuz,” said Tobe. . “Hit ain’t cussin, is hit?” said Sary, appealing to me as the court of last re sort Hot caring to decide so important a matter, I simply said, “It is certainly not an expression that either a lady or a gentleman ought to use.” Tobe was triumphant and Sary crest fallen. Further inquiry brought out lit tle that was new on either side. After admonition* on my part and good prom ises on tho part of the children we set out for homo together. Our road was tho same for 100 yards perhaps; then the children went up the mountain, and I went down. I stood still in the road and watched them until a turn hid them from view. The last glimpse I had of them they were waving hats and sun bonnets at me. That evening I sat alone on the moun tainside until the shadows darkened round me, and the freshening wind of tho twilight brought sweet odors from many a flower. I was building air cas tles, and, as is the habit of mothers and teachers, they were peopled with other forms and faces than my own. For more than 10 years I did not see Raccoon mountain, though every year, especially in the spring and summer, my heart was sick for the sight of it, its trees, its flowers, its cliffs, and with but a breath of wild honeysuckle there came the music of the wind among the pines, the tinkling of cowbells and the notes of the schoolbell mingling with childish laughter. The desire grew upon me year by year, and when last summer I stood among well remembered scenes on Raccoon mountain I felt I was home again. It is true the babies I had known were boys and girls; the boys and girls, young men and women; the young men and women, middle aged; the middle aged, old, and the old—gone. I was thinking of all this when some one called my name. I looked into a homely face, bright with a welcoming smile. “Why, it’s Sarah.” “Oh, you knowed me, didn’t you? Aifter 10 yurs you knowed me,” and Sary laughed, and we looked into each other’s face to see the changes that we knew must be there. Then Sary stepped back and drew a man, whom I had scarcely noticed, to her side. With a smile and something of a blush she said: “This is” “This is Tobe. Of course it is.” The cross eyes were the same, though the hair was somewhat darker. As I looked at Sary and Tobe the ye?rs fell away from us, and we were back in the little schoolhouse on the mountain once more. The stirring of a tiny bundle in Tobe’s arms brought us all back. As I took the little atom of humanity in my arms I knew that I was looking down in the face of the most wonderful baby that ever existed, although its nose was a de cided pug and its eyes slightly at cross purposes. Sary and Tobe watched it with pride as it blinked at me wisely and took its fist out of its mouth to coo at me. Sary and Tobe, with many others, came to the little station to see me off when I left Raccoon mountain. As I stood on the platform of the rear car, and old friends waved their adieus, my eyes were misty. When my vision cleared, I saw Sary and Tobe climbing the moun tain together, and Tobe was carrying the baby. Then I remembered the air castles I had built as I sat on the moun tain 10 years before. Fair castles they were, but not so fair as the one Sary and Tobe had built for themselves.—Mar garet McLaughlin in Cincinnati Post. Success In Hatching Sturgeon. An important step in fish culture has recently been made by the United States commission of fisheries. Commissioner Marshall McDonald will be able to dem onstrate that the artificial culture of the sturgeon is as practicable as that of the shad or trout. The sturgeon fishery pro duces a most important export in its caviare. It is one of the most valuable of the coast industries, and its present condition seems to warrant all the efforts of scientific fish culture. In 1888 exper iments in the hatching of sturgeon were carried on at Delaware City, Del., by the commission, but they were so little suc cessful that until the present no further efforts were deemed advisable. The results that have just been at tained at the same locality by an assist ant of tho commission, Dr. Bashford, dean of Columbia college, New York, seem, however, to be most important. In his trial experiment he has employed a floating hatching case of his own de sign and has succeeded in hatching sev eral thousand young sturgeon. The floating cases were filled with fertilized eggs and moored in a strong, brackish current. The eggs were hatched in 94 hours.—New York Times. Keeping Still Half a Minute. There was no sound except the faint and regular tick of a watch. Otherwise silence and gloom pervaded the elegantly furnished drawing room. In one chair sat a beautiful girl, her lips tightly closed, her eyes staring straight before her and her every mus cle tense with a powerful effort of self control. In another sat a young man whose face expressed seriousness but confidence. In his hand he held an open watch, which he observed closely, only raising his eyes now and then to glance at the beautiful girl, who seemed to be in such agony. Five seconds, 10,15, 20 seconds passed. The position of neither the young man nor beautiful girl had changed. Suddenly her eyes gleamed with a wild light; her bosom heaved; she clasped her hands convulsively. “I must speak!” burst from her blood less lips. “Twenty-four seconds,” saidtheyoung man as he closed the watch and put it back into his pocket. “You lose the caramels by six seconds exactly.” He had bet on a sure thing, but she wot not.—Truth. An Energetic American Girl. Miss Jennie Young, the American girl who built a railroad to the extensive salt deposits she owns in Chihuahua, has re ceived from the Mexican government a valuable concession in the form of a privilege for the establishment of colo nies in the states of Chihuahua and Coha huila. Miss Young has gone to England to make arrangements for bringing over several thousand English families to set tle upon the lands she has secured from the government THE IMPRISONED ROBIN. We heard his cry this morning, and his wail Was like the sad song of a whippoorwill. It seems that in his prison cage ho still Has memories of the fields, and ho recalls tha tale The lonesome night bird sang at vespers till He deems it is his own. His joyous thrill And natural pipings are now all in jail. How different from the notes when, wild and free. He sang his happy greetings to his mate And pleasure seemed thft business of his days! No night bird's acts were mimicked in his wavs When he strode o’er the lawn in pride elate Or filled the air with melody from a tree. “Edward S. Creamer in New York Sun. Not Big Things Only Excite Wonder. It is not always the things of gigantic proportions that excite the greatest curiosity. Mastodons, elephants, whales and other creatures of monstrous size are and have been wonders indeed. So, too, are the pyramids, the great cathe drals, towers, monuments, etc., the great Corliss engines, the 16-iJrive wheel locomotive and other triumphs of me chanical skill. But while this is true beyond question, how about the wonders revealed by the microscope and the work of the deft fingered artist, D. A. Vr. Meer, who painted a landscape on the side of a grain of wheat? By the use of a strong microscope only could the wonders of this minute painting be distinguished. Yet when a good glass was brought tq bear upon what appeared to be a spot of variegated paint upon the side of the wheat grain all was changed into a beautiful landscape—a forest, a mill at the side of the river, a miller climbing an outside stairway with a sack of grain upon his back, a tall elite at the side of the mill and a winding road along which some peasants were trying to drag a re fractory pig!—St. Louis Republic. Gloves to Ruin Husbands and Rovers. The revival of light kid gloves for wear with walking dress is rather a blow | to the thrifty minded. Those who have a limited dress allowance have delighted in the convenient black kid or brown snede, which could be worn quite a number of times without showing signs of being weatherbeaten in any way. But light gray, pale lemon and the new horrific green are soiled in an hour when worn with sealskin, dark cloth or serge. Fortunately four or six button length does very well at present, but there are some indications that in the season sleeves will be short and gloves long. If so, light kid will be atrociously extrava gant, even though they will not soil so readily when worn with light colored gowns.—Cor. Chicago Herald. Marrying by a Formula. The woman that took part in a late marriage at Newcastle, England, had a mathematical formula to guide her. At 16 she married a man of 32. At 30 she married again and chose a man of 60. To conclude the series, she now at 42 marries a man of 84. Her first husband was a Quaker, the second a Catholic and the present one a Protestant. If she lives much longer and is determined to go on with her mathematical matrimo nial ventures, she will have to advertise in the want columns for a centenarian or two and specify a new religion as one of her provisions.—Atlanta Constitution. The Wardroom “Boy.” The wardroom “boy” on board a man of-war is often as old as many of those he serves, but the old fashioned title and form of address stick to him. Wardroom boys usually are colored men or foreign ers. When a Haytian or Jamaican negro is obtainable, he is regarded as a catch. This is truer still of the Jap. The latter seems to understand by instinct to re member a multitude of details without effort and obey promptly and without question.—Philadelphia Ledger. Living: In the Suburb. It was several months ago that Mc Tavish, who had never lived in the sub urbs, moved with his family out to West Nobtown. The other day one of the old residents said to him: “Well, Mr. McTavish, how do you like West Nobtown?” McTavish sighed slightly and then said, “The merciful man is merciful to his suburb!”—Cincinnati Enquirer. Good For Another Term. Lobbyist (confidentially, displaying roll of bills)—Of course money is no ob ject. What we want is to have this bill passed. Alderman (indignantly)—Bribe me? No, sir! I am really in favor of the pas sage of the bill, but—but—I'll just hang my overcoat here in the hall before go ing in.—Truth. A Friendly Hint. Postoffice Clerk—See here, boy! No living mortal can read the address on this envelope yon just handed in. Boy—Well, if this ’ere postoffice de partment wants fine handwritin, why don't you keep better pens at these desks, say?—Good News. The population of the kingdom of Spain, as reported in last census, taken six years ago, was 17,550,000. As the population is nearly stationary the count for this year would be about the same as that of the year in which the census was taken. As Japan was the first nation to have her exhibit completed for the World’s fair, Major Handy says that that coun try is the most advanced, businesslike and newspaper sort of nation in the world. Celluloid is becoming quite popular for numerous fancy articles. It comes in several shades of the delicate colors and is an inexpensive material. The thin transparent sheets are the prettiest. Alabama boasts a woman who was struck by lightning seven years ago, has never spoken since, and whose eyes grow luridly brilliant at the approach of a thunder storm. In portions of the south the old time negro still lingers, preserving toward the white race the exact relations of 40 years ago, so far as outward deference goes. A Great Salt Lake In Siberia. The great salt lake at Obdorsk is 0 miles wide and 17 miles long, yet except in a fe.w places it is solidly roofed over with a deposit of salt which is getting thicker and thicker every year. Onr guide, who is an old man, said that he could remember when the salt crystals first began to gather upon the surface of the water. Year by year, owing to the evaporation of the water, the crystals became more numerous and then caked together till this great root formed. In 1878 the water beneath this salt crystal roof found an underground out let into the River Obi. This lowered the lake’s surface about tliree feet, leaving that distance between the water and the roof. Looking down through one of the openings made for the purpose in the roof, we saw a low sided small boat. Our guide put us one at a time into the boat. We lay flat on our back and looked up at the curiously beautiful salt ceiling overhead. We propelled the boat by pushing with our hands against the irregularities of the roof. The guide held a long rope attached to the boat to prevent our going too far and getting lost—a thing he said it was easy to do. Many springs surround this lake. Their water flows over the roof and evaporates there, and thus continually adds to its thickness. After many years the springs will probably become choked with their own deposits, and then the whole will gradually become covered with earth, and so a great salt mine will be formed—a treasure for the Siberians hundreds of years to come.—Cor. Geo graphical Magazine. People Who Whistle. “Most people look upon whistling as a nuisance,” said Herbert C. Sutliffe, “but there is no doubt that a whistling man has a good deal to recommend him. I have a friend who is a warden in a large penitentiary, and he states that in all his long experience he never knew a ha-; bitual whistler condemned to a term in the institution, and he says, moreover, that although the rules as to quiet and order are frequently broken he never re members to have heard an attempt at a musical whistle within the terrible look ing walls of the institution. Whistling seems to be the natural safety valve of good spirits and satisfaction, and the grumbling man couldn’t whistle if ho tried. “I had a man to work for me once who was a model in every respect except that he kept my teeth constantly on edge by a series of whistling solos of anything but a cheerful character, although the good man was evidently trying to repro duce the latest operatic hits. I broke him of the habit by continuous scolding, but the man became so idle and indiffer ent in consequence that I was very glad to encourage him to resume a habit which at first had given me so much an noyance. I try to get out of the way when the spirit moves him to announce in whistling tones some important or ro mantic event, but I am perfectly certain that as long as he whistles he will work as hard as his hands and arms will let him.”—St. Louis Globe-Democrat. The Trouble With a Cold. “ ’S'matter?” “I got an awful cold,” replied Colonel Momey. “Have you” “Yes, I have. I have polished my bronchial tubes with ‘Conlin’s Consump tion Coughine.” “No, but have you” “Yes! Course I have. I’ve had goose grease rubbed all over my throat and chest, and I” “But, I say hold on, have you” “I tell you there’s nothing I haven't tried. I took a hot bath, drank a pint of boiling lemonade and rubbed my hide almost off with Mustang liniment, but” “Now, listen! Have you” “Yes, I have. Tried them all, but they’re no good. Why, last night I” “That’s all right, but have you” “Have I what?” “Have you time to go over to Flynn’s and have something?” “Why the deuce didn’t 3-ou talk sense at the start?” responded the colonel. “I’m with you.”—Exchange. Colors of Sapphires. Sapphires have of late years become fashionable gems. The blue of the sapphire is very seldom pure or spread over the whole substance of the stone. Sometimes it is mixed with black, which gives it an inky appearance, sometimes with red, which, although imperceptible by daylight, yet by artificial light gives it an amethystine appearance. Two sapphires which by daylight may’ appear of the same hue often differ extremely in color at night. If the stone be held in an ordinary pair of forceps an inch j beneath the surface of very clear water, the parts of the stone colored and un- i colored will be distinctly apparent. This remark applies to all other gems.—Cin cinnati Enquirer. The Poverty of Printed Language. “God will keep up liis end of the row if you give him a chance.” That was the language used by Moderator Craig in his sermon, which had direct refer ence to the controversies before the gen eral assembly. As it appears in print the sentence requires an expository note. Whether the word “row” rhymes with “how” or “hoe” becomes an important question.—Washington Star. Strength of the Horse. A horse can draw on the worst kind of earth road about four times as much as he can carry on his back. On a good macadamized road he can pull 10 times as much; on a plank road 25 times as much, and on a street railway 58 times as much.—Chicago Journal. Beware of Tills Road. Dora—What road did you travel over? Clara—The North Southern railroad, and I’ll never patronize that line again either. Their caramels are horrid.— Good News. QUEER THINGS SOMETIMES HAPPEN. A Sli-Tt, Tut Mini Wlm Wan Ilruily to Auk “Where Ain I At?" When It Wan Over. A tall, slim man with a silk hat and a red nose and a short, fat man walked into an up town barroom the other day. Tho tall, slim man in tended to buy a drink. He did buy it, and when it was consumed ordered another. That was disposed of, and tho two men leaned against the bar and began t< talk. The tall man had tho check for the drinks in his right hand. “Say,” said tho fat man, “you’ve got a great splotch of black on youi cheek." “Where?” asked the tall man anx iously. “Under your right eye.” The tall man unbuttoned his over coat and searched through his pock ets. “I declare,” he said. “I haven’t got a handkerchief with me. Let me have one, will youi” The fat man unbuttoned his over coat and looked through his pockets. Finally he pulled out a white silk af fair. Ho handed it to the tall man and held out his hand as if waiting its return. The tall man took the handkerchief and wiped his cheek vigorously. Then he put it in his pocket and placed tho check for the drinks in his friends open hand. He looked around the room and said suddenly, “Excuse me; here’s a man I want to see for a moment.” He walked rapidly out of tho room. The fat man looked at tho check in a dazed manner for a moment and then walked over to the cash ier’s desk and paid it. Meantime the tall man walked slowly down the street. The fat man rushed out and fol lowed him. “Here I” he puffed as he overtook him, “you’ve got my handkerchief." “What?” said the tall man. “You’ve got my 6ilk handkerchief. I say.” The tall man looked through his pockets. “Why, to he sure,” he said, “so I have.” Then he paused and thought a moment. “But,” he continued, “didn’t I give you something when I borrowed this handkerchief ?” “You gave mo a check for GO cents that I had to pay,” answered the fat man. “Ah, yes. I remember now. So I did. Where’s the check?” “Why, I paid it and gave it to tho cashier.” The tall man looked annoyed. “Haven’t got the check, eh?” he asked coldly. “Then, sir, you don’t get your handkerchief. I took it as security when I gave you the check. Good afternoon.” And it was 20 minutes before the fat man could think where he was.— Buffalo Express. Sounds Too Fine For Human Kars. Tlie statement is often made that there are probably sounds in nature too acute to be distinguished by the human ear, hut which may be per fectly clear to the auditory sense of other members of the animal king dom. Attention has been called at a meeting of the British Entomological society to a very interesting case in point. According to Dr. Sharp, ants have the most perfect sound pro ducing organs that have yet been discovered in insects. These are situated upon certain segments of tlie abdomen >of some species of ants examined by him, the sounds being produced by rubbing. But Dr. Sharp has not heard these ant voices, nor has anybody else, al though he is convinced of their ex istence. The sounds are too delicate for our gross ears. An attempt was made to hear them with the aid of the microphone, but the only sound detected was that produced by the ants in crawling.— Youth's Companion. Salt Water Versus Fresh Water. At Birkenhead, England, it is found that one spread of salt water on the surface of a street or road proves equal to about three spreads of fresh water, as the latter evaporates under the heat of the sun, whereas the crust on the surface left by the salt water keeps down the dust for a con siderable length of time. In another locality the report of the engineer claims that one load of salt water goes as far as three of fresh in that place, and in various other towns where this system has once been put to the test it has been adopted as one possessing special advantages.—Bos ton Transcript. To Preserve the Color of Flowers. A way to preserve the colors of flowers when pressing them is to immerse the stem of the fresh plant in a solution of 31 grains of alum, 4 of niter and 180 of water for a day or two, until the liquid is absorbed, then press the plant in the usual way, sift some dry sand over the flower and submit to a gentle heat for about 20 hours.—Cor. Science. A Palpable Hit. Father—Why can't you be as good a boy as little Arthur Arthurson ? Small Son —I don't know, but I've heard folks say that Arthur Arthur son comes of very good old stock.— Good News. Nautical Item. “When is a sailor not a sailor ?” “When he is a shore.”—Texas Sift ings. ——