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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. ——
