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' ;-.-r M, v l . -r-a j .i ! j.'.''! iX ?M 5 s IS IsT i i .' ' I V s I . V V ! il !- WHEW! WISDOM UE8. r frheayear road aaeaa. i uhiily reeky aaa. -IThea fair weather frieade an bo longer year It, each bet; Old Kick mil an my boy, forget. the frowns yoa an Aadyoar aerro is Inclined to ay quite; rfcaayoiiMIaoftTlctiaitocoiBetywiha. And ana aaarlr bereft of voar wife: HIHWnVI i tears are wet t a. nod arte oa roar ooflar aad -any. nttowiadom, my boy, to forget" along project la lath Aad yoeYa left eadr "bololagtbebeg;' WLaa Glee takes ita Bight aad Gloom la Ma Makes a subject or you for tbe waj; IgaeataerBiaa'taatKaofattftlBtaaqoBd. Kor a sip of aweet aolaoe to set; Waea tob feel an aloaa ia a bic eaaOtec crowd. It la wisdom, uty boy, to f otget When you am. aa yoa lookor yoaraaoaldar.a tiaia Ofemlaautatralaag along. Aad tarn hart the laaat bit oT cheer fat tbe attala That yoa emmauy pipe to your eoag; Waaw r Flatter o ! hnllrnr anil t .strilna. aaii mt Aad yoar aool to consumed with regret; Wbea you're tempted to tepee from the aiaw to tbe "bum." Itaiwiedom.Brrbor. tofotrec -KlrtteLa FARMER JOHN. Old John Sanbourn "Farmer John" 'Us neighbors called him was a very energetic and successful farmer in the great wooded belt of central Wisconsin. The heavy timber of nearly two hun dred acres had melted before his brawny 'arm, and months at a time the ring of his heavy ax had accompanied the sun from its rising to its going down. Great farm buildings had risen slowly by the rude sheds which were first called home, and droves of sheep and cattle fed where the one cow and unbroken steers first found pasture. Farmer John had fairly met all the dis couragements usual in pioneer life, and, aided only by his equally energetic wife, had honestly acquired a competence. That ho was an honorable neighbor and a fair dealer none could deny, but some how, as the years passed and the farm was improved, there had grown up to ward him on the part of his neighbors a feeling of distrust and aversion. As a rule, they called him honest but "close." Some of them thought him selfish. "The almighty dollar's all he's after," was the often repeated remark of uncharitable neighbors, who, less thrifty and industrious than he, found it hard to feed their large families, much less ' accumulate stock buildings and machin ery, as Farmer John had done. - The fact was, when John Sanbourn came into the new country, times were extremely hard, and it required strict economy to make the few dollars he had brought with him from the east provide for his wants until he raised his first crop. A poor harvest and a still poorer market in the second year caused Farmer John to pinch almost to the verge of nakedness and starvation. A habit of closeness was thus formed which time did not diminish, and which grew in the eyes of his neighbors into a fault of the most exaggerated dimensions. One little grave had been made during these troubled years, and another trouble which we shall presently mention had contributed to leave the old man as we find him overworked, morose and On this particular morning he seemed rather more surly and gloomy than usual. It was just as the spring's work was beginning, and the never-ending round of toil was swelling into even greater proportions than usual. On every hand, look where he would, there was something to be done, and to his business eye there was no more chance for a resting spell than there had been thirty years before. "Something must be wrong, yes, some thing must be wrong," he repeated to himself, as he walked on up the wide lane leading to the old barn. Something was wrong. like a good many men who are anxious to do well, ' and have little to do with. Fanner John had saved and worked till he thought of nothing but saving and work ing. Ambitious as he was, he dreaded to see any of the boys start out in life unless he started well, and above all he could not bear the thought of one of them marrying into a family not well supplied with money or land. So when the oldest boy, Will, had reached his twenty-second year, and began to call occasionally on the Widow Baldwin's bright little Helen, it surprised no one to hear that his father had told him to stop going there, or to leave the farm. Will was deeply attached to the old place and had worked faithfully every day since he was big enough to pile brush. So one morning, when the old man found the breakfast a little late and "Will's mother trying to hide the tears when she called him, he was not pre pared to hear that ho had gone gone no one knew where. Although in his heart tbe father felt as badly as any one, he was still inexorable and declared that no boy of his should marry a beggar no, not if he never saw him again. So Will went away, and the autumn and winter came and went, and the spring's work was upon them, with all the extra labor Will's absence en tailed. .Thus things stood when we find the old man talking to himself along the path to-the great red barn. The boys had gone over to the hill pasture to re pair the wall before turning in the stock, which, impatient to go, was still fed at the barn. Farmer John had come up in the mid dle of the forenoon to look after things and carry back a jug of fresh water, and whOc there be stopped at tho barn to feed out a little before going to the house. He had thrown some stalks over to the sheep and cows, shoved a bright bit of bay to the new bossy, and now, after giving old Kit all the oats she seeded, found himself with a largefork fulleft. Just what to do with it did not seem "to come to Mama! once. So, mechani caUy laasamg his fork against the pile, he sat down upon it Yes, sat down to think, and the way he did it, and that he did it at all, showed he began rtiinVing before he sat down. That Farmer John should stop work, aad above all in the middle of a bright forenoon, was something quite out of his nil way of proceeding. Farmer John Mildoaa did think much, and what think ing he did was generally done upon his feet; but whether this particular morn jng found him .in a more troubled state than common, or the great pile of soft amy proved too much of a temptation for his tired legs here we find him. "Well, well," he errlaimftd, as he re- the won straw hat and rested the aVburaed arms on his knees, "there's talking! rve had 'bout all I can I of this. It's nigh onto thirty years rolled up the old log stable that 1 to stand here, and, sakes alive! we I couldnt stand much Hera aw paused, aad while the cool race, sis samd Bwsmait away "ajfjh oato thirty years.' "Poor Mary r'and as he continued a light came Into the hard gray "I can see her now as she stood that night after they were all gone. How good she was! how hopefully she talked! 'You'll soon have the roof on, John,' she said, 'and then yon can take it easier, Shan't we be glad when tia all over with? Yes, yea, we thought then that sometime 'twould be all over with; but that time seems never to come, never to comer Tbe sunlight on the floor moved farther along. little Bright had lain down for his midday nap, and still the gray head was bowed, and no fresh water found its way back over the hill to the boys. Thus an hour passed, Then old Kit, who had stopped chewing, and with drowsy eyes was living over colthood days, was suddenly brought back to the present by the old man hurriedly getting to his feet ' "Beats all! beats all what Pre been tlimlrfiig about all these years!" he burst out "We've bad enough an' ter spare for the last fifteen of 'em, and here I am working 'em all to death n myself, too for well, for nobody knows what HI stop it, yes, I declare I will ! Mary's too old to work this way, an I' oughter seen it before. Til turn over a new leaf, see'f I don't half a dozen of them. Wilson can have that forty ef he wants it, an' if I only dared to, I'd go clear down ter Widder Baldwin's and tell 'em I'm ashamed of myself, blamed if I wouldn't!" Here he stopped a moment for breath; then went on: "P'raps tain't jist the thing ter go pokin' down there thout bein' asked, after all's been said; but then Til go, yes, I will." They can't more'n tell me to leave." Here the old man hurried out of the door, and casting a side glance at the sun, at once set out for the kitchen door. "No mistake," he repeated, as he walked along. "I was a little too hard on the boy. Will worked hard and was good to me, always was. I took a poor girl when I started, an' I've never seen a rich one I'd trade her for," and on he went up the cool back steps into the kitchen. "Mary!" "Yes, John!" came from the cellar way, whence Mrs. Sanbourn was bring ing a large pan of potatoes, a half dozen turnips and a cabbage. "What did you want, John?" she asked, placing the future dinner on the table and resting her liands on tho sides of the pan. "Oh, nothin. Only wanted to know where ye was, kinder;" and then, seeing the worn look on the once handsome face, added: "Ain't ye pretty tired, Mary?" "Well, no, not more than usual, but somehow, John, I'm always tired now adays." "Well, Mary, ye look tired, that's sar tin; butl" Here the old man found it hard to proceed, for visions of the Mary in the past and the Mary now, of the little Will and the Will of today, came too vividly before his troubled gaze. Mrs. Sanbourn, noticing this, hastened to ask if anything was wrong. "Oh, no, dono's there is. Thought I'd stop in an' rest a hit Somehow I don't seem ter Btand as much this spring's common. But as I's goin' ter say, Tin I'm goin' ter turn over a new leaf, Mary, an' an Will, Will didn't do so very bad, after all. You know I P Here the old man choked tip again, and seeing the great tears starting to Mary's faded eyes, caught up the big dip per, and saying something about a cool drink at the spring, hurried out When he got to the spring, he didn't drink at all, but leaving the dipper on the stones, passed out of the big gate into the road. Here ha stopped, looked up and down the way, went on a little, then stopped "Wonder 'f I'd better? Can't hear from Will f I don't, that's sartin." Then after a moment's pause, "Yes, m go go now! If it's put off, twon't be done, that's all I can tell 'em jist how 'tis. Mother's dyin' ter see Will, an' well, yes, an' I am, too, for that matter. Ill tell 'em 'twas I made the rumpus. They'll know where Will is, an' I'll know, too, 'fore this road sees my boots agin, see'f I don't!" With this he gave the old hat a vigor ous jam to gain courage, and started off with long strides toward the clump of maples that hid the widow's cottage. "Good mornin', Wilson!" he called to a passing neighbor. 'Td like ter speak to ye jist a moment" With a puzzled look the driver stopped and gazed earnestly at the old man. Well, Wilson, how 'bout that forty acres want it yet?' "Want it? I supposed you knew I wanted it badly enough. But what's the use? I can't pay all down, and you can. so of course you'll get it" "Well, I do' know 'bout that, Wilson. It u-ould square out your sixty, and make ye an even hundred. Ye oughter have it, an' can for all me. rve got two hundred now an' it's goin' ter kill me an' all the rest of 'em ter run that An' 'bout the money ef ye alnt got nuff why I have, an' jist's soon let ye have two or three hundred for a year or so's not Tm somethin' of a hurry, Wilson, but mind, I mean what I say. Good mornin'." "Good morning," repeated the aston ished Wilson, as with open mouth he looked after the' retreating figure of the farmer. "What under the sun's got into him can it really be the old man?1 he thought to thiwierif. Yes, there was no mistaking those home made suspenders both fast ened to one overworked button. Though Neighbor Wilson was com pletely thunderstruck, and rode with his head twisted round, looking after the ob ject of his astonishment till he was nearly thrown from his wagon by a bad stump, he. was still the happiest man in all the Badger state. Then he turned and drove furiously back home to aston ish his family with the glad news. All this time the cause of his past mis ery and present happiness was Tnakjng good time toward the dreaded interview. He had not intended to stop again, but a cheery "Good morning, Mr. Sanbourn," from the yard of a poor renter near the maples, broke the current of histhoughts just as he was preparing himself to meet the worst "That you, Martha? Well, good mornin'. I'm in a hurry, but glad ye spoke after alL How'dye like goin up an' helpin' Mrs. Sanbourn for a couple weeks or such a matter, prapa longer? That is if yer mother can spare' ye. Ill do what's right by ye two dollars a week if that'll da It's 'most too much for Mary to feed an' run us alL Go right up an' help her get dinner, ef yer can, V m pay ye from this mornin'." The girl was as much astonished as Neighbor Wilson had been. She had helped them once before in "thresh ing tuna" and got only a dollar for a week's hard work. Compared with this, tfca present offer was dazzling. So before her employer was many rods away she was off, with a light heart, to help at the great white house. Naturally a bashful man, Farmer John as he opened the gate almost wish ed himself at work again in the pasture. Bat his mjnd was made up, and brush ing; the hayseed from his overalls; he re--adjnstcd the old hat, rolled down his sleeves and started in. Trie neat appearance of the walk and other evidences of thrift which abounded were not baton the visitor. He knocked on the door and Mrs. Bald win aaetaun with a puzzled look oa her face, hot gave him a kindly "good morning," and when lie entered Helen herself offered him the great armchair. The pale face and troubled eyes of the girl were kind enough, but something hi them sent a pang of pity into the old man's softening heart He had always said it was only the money Will might get that made her partial to him, bat during the day he had thought there might be something else, and now he knew there was. "Pretty fair weather for the timeo year, he at length said, after an awk ward silence in which the measured tick of the old clock seemed to gain in vol ume at every swing. He would not have said even this had he known what the weather was, for a strong spring shower had been gathering, and was about to break on the cottage. A moment later it did break, and what tQ do or say next the old man did not know. When he came in they were about to spread the table for dinner, and after some delay country manners demanded that they should proceed. Farmer John watched them closely, hoping a third plate would not make its appearance on the snowy cloth. But it was placed there, and when dinner was ready Mrs. Baldwin with a pleasant smile asked him to sit up and eat with them. In vain the old man declared he was not hungry that he had just eaten a very late breakfast and that he hadn't a very good appetite anyway. The rain kept pouring down, and in spite of him self Farmer John, found himself seated at the table with Helen and her mother. As soon as they were seated Mrs. Bald win glanced quietly at her neighbor, and then proceeded to ask a plain, old fash ioned blessing. Farmer John had asked blessing but that was before the new barn was built for somehow during the hurry and worry of the time, blessings were often left out, and finally dropped altogether. To be sure they were re newed the spring little Ben's sleeping place was changed from the warm room off the kitchen to the narrow bed in the old orchard, but only for a year or so, and now it was never done. Perhaps the old man's conscience was disturbed by this omission we cannot say as to that but somewhere in his crusty heart there was a lingering re spect for those who did not omit it that gave them a warm corner where warm corners were exceedingly scarce. Nor can we say whether it was this or the de sire to say something in the right place that caused him at the close of the bless ing to astonish Ids hostess with a very hearty amen. Of course Mrs. Baldwin and her daugh ter were puzzled as to the object of the old man's visit Mrs. Baldwin thought possibly it was some matter of business, but his evident embarrassment about in troducing it was inexplicable. Helen, who never thought of John Sanbourn except in connection with Will Sanbourn, feared his visit boded no good for the absent boy. But they had not long to wait "I do' know but I might jis s soon tell ye what I come for first as last 'Taint no pleasant job, I know, but 1 felt 's though I didn't do jist light toward ye in the matter 'bout Will, an' I want to tell yo that I'm ashamed uv myself. I I was too hasty altogether." This was not exactly what he had meant to Bay, but it was all he could say, and it had to da Mrs. Baldwin, greatly astonished, man aged to say that there was nothing for him to be asliamed of. They always be lieved he did what he thought would be for the best, and had no reason to think he had done otherwise in this matter. Helen was too much overcome to speak, but when the old farmer extended his hand and asked her to overlook the past and he would do better by Will, the dark eyes filled and the girlish form shook with emotion. Farmer John had winked hack a good many tears in his day, but this proved a little more of that kind of work than even he could manage, and one after an other the great tears rolled down his face. Mrs. Baldwin was about to make some further remark, when a step on the front stoop attracted their attention, and in a moment more Will Sanbourn stood be fore the astonished tria Helen sprang toward him first, but Farmer John was a close second, and grasping him warmly by the hand extended a most hearty wel come. An hour later the sun broke through the clouds, and shortly after two men could be seen dodging the puddles along the road leading by one of the best farms in Central Wisconsin. One of the men was a little bowed, with one hand rest ing on his back just where two wide, knit suspenders met The other a little taller, upright and strongly built "a trying to keep up with him. Which was happier of tho two it would be hard to tell s It is just four years today since then, and Will, with a strong hired man, is in the same back field, mending the old pasture wall The other boys are away at school, and as we are passing so near the old farm house, let us peep into the open door of the long front room. The two elderly ladies .by the window we have seen before. And the restful peace on the face of one of them tells that the time when "'twill be all over with" has really come. A young woman with dark, earnest eyes is flitting back and forth to the kitchen helping the girl with the dinner, while every step is taken lightly, as off and on furtive glances are cast toward the well worn lounge in the corner. For dontyouseea chubby 2-year-old, with a pair of gold bowed spectacles in his dimpled fist has fallen asleep on grand pa's arm, and grandpa is sleeping too? We did not intend to say anything about the baby's name and will not But you can always tell when the thin locks are pulled a little too hard, by the way the old man says "Johnny!' Millard Greeley in Youth's Companion. Tba Vaa of WoraV. Words and their uses again. Some queer phrases come to the Listener's ear in the course of a twelvemonth! Here is one word, told of by a friend, which is quite new. To this friend a woman, speaking the other day of her surround ings and home, her neighbors, more es pecially, said: "We have very little society very few callers; we find we don't congeal very well with the people about here!" Possibly the trouble was that the peo ple really did congeal because they didn't like Partingtonisms. But what she meant was probably congene! Boston Transcript A Valaabto A Frenchman named Cayro, who has been sentenced to ten years penal servi tude for burglary in the suburbsof Paris, is the author of a work called "The Manual of the Perfect Burglar." No doubt we shall soon have a translation of this important work issued in a cheap and popular form for circulation in this country in the interests of technical edu cation. London Globe. Just for a jdke'a Des Moines man put an old clay-pipe in his store window and labeled it: "Martha Waahiagton'spipe." Within half an hour a patriot called and punched his head and broke the pipe. HER MINO NOT MADE UP YET. Tea aay that yea fore aaa, Aadyoaaaktaiasaraferauowa; A TbbaTstyoa toliranai arightr 8odoataakaai I do not diatraat son. Of the baaattfol tafaaa yoa have Bat I talak it vara batter to Bra far apart Taaato For wedlock, yoa Wberetore 8odoa-ttaUcaweraalreoidwaeaIaay. Oh.doBeakaaaaawartoHdtbt For If yoa faaht, I nam oaly aay ao, Tbonta yt breaks say heart tbaa to decide; For I'd rather go toaaV aad aad here below Tbaa to want a adataks by year aide. Tooeee,Ibittcaatioa,aadaakToatowatt. TJata we both kaow what la right; Aad doat thiakaw heartleaa. thoagh ataU re peat, Oh, doat aak aa aaswer to-algbt. Oh, doat ask aa aaawar to-aight! Nay, doat aak aa aaawar to-aight! Joat wait tfll you're aare ray heart la aecure. And don't ask aa aaawar to-aight. -Mary B-BaeU la later ( TRAIN NO 5. I am an "old railroader." and I think, in view of the fact that it is almost forty years since I did my first day's work oa the iron horse, my claim to that sobriquet is a good one. I am a "prominent official" now, and am permitted to trans act most of my business in a pleasantly furnished office overlooking the broad and busy street of a large western city. Quite frequently old associates, mora recent acquaintances and newspaper men drop in to visit me, and, when they see that I am not particularly busy, they are apt to linger long and will sometiiwss worry me for "a railroad story." Espe cially is this the case with the reporters when "things are dull" in their own es pecial line. "Now, Mr. Bennie," one will say, "we all know that you are an old stager. Your record is public property. You have traveled east and west, north and south, probably half a million miles. Tell us a 'rip snorting' yarn, for The Bangtown Trumpet" Whereupon I will occasionally humor them and resurrect an old dead and buried reminiscenco, but more often I will reply in this wise: "It is very true, gentlemen: 1 am in deed an old timer. I have fired up, bossed the throttle, graded roadbeds, dis patched trains and managed two or three thousand miles of railroad prop erty, and yet, I venture to say, that I cannot relate a true story that will be wonderful enough for The Bangtown Trumpet?' There is, however, one incident which came under my especial notice some years ago, that I have never yet related to the reporters or to my more private friends an incident which, to the best of my knowledge and belief, did not find its way into the newspapers at the time of its occurrence. In the year 1870 1 was the superintend ent of motive power on the thir.! ' vision of the Chicago and Arizona -oad. My duties consisted of supervti..; tho movements of some forty locomotives and their crews. I was also in charge of the shops at Axleborough, although they and the great round house were under the more immediate care of the master mechanic One day I stood on the huge turntable in the yard, just outside the round house, talkingto my friend John Bolton, one of our best passenger conductors. While we were chatting together, a small boy trotted up, I recollected having seen him once or twice about the yard and in town, but I knew nothing about him, not even his name. Bolton, who was a whole souled, genial fellow, passed the time of day to the boy, though he knew no more of him than I did. The little fellow was as bright as a new dollar and looked as smart as a whip, but he was exceedingly small and I judged him to be about 13 years old. "If you please, sir," he said, looking me full in the face, "are you the chief of the locomotive department?' "Well," I replied (with a grim smile, I suspect), "that is not what they call me, although on this division of the C. and A. I am in charge of the shops and locomotives. Why?' "Because, sir, I want a job. I mean to be a railroad man, anyhow, and want to be an engineer if possible. Can I go to work in the shops?' I laughed, .but John Bolton patted the boy good humoredly on the back as he said: "Good for you, my son." "Indeed, sir," continued the boy, who was evidently very much in earnest, "I know a good deal about machinery and locomotives just try me." I did ask him a few questions about the construction of an engine, and the boy actually gave me wonderfully intel ligent answers. "You go to school for another year or two, and grow up a few more inches, my boy. Then if you come to me I will put you to work in the shops." His face clouded as I spoke, and he of fered a last word in his own behalf: "I know I'm small sir, but I'm older than I look. I'll soon be 15, and I'm quite strong." "Oh, give tho boy a show, Rennie," said Bolton, in his slow, good natured drawl "He'll pan out all right" "Well" I said, relenting, "what is your name?" "Charles Stockwell, air." "Then, Stockwell, I will give you the first vacant apprentice job." The lad thanked me joyously enough, but I noticed that he grasped burly John Bolton's hand and thanked him twice over. Three weeks liter I put young Stock-, well to work iu the locomotive repair shop. Six months passed away, and in the autumn a bitter quarrel was in progress between the Chicago and Ari zona Railroad company and its employes, chiefly tho engineers. At the same time the engineers being for the most part a highly intelligent and sensible body of men. no serious trouble had thus far been experienced, nor was any looked for by the company and itsofficiala. All freight traffic was suspended, but the engineers detailed certain of their num ber to run the man and passenger trains. But there were just a couple of men of whom the officials were somewhat afraid, and who the engineers themselves were fearful would involve them In serious trouble and so damage the cause of the strikers. These were Michael Daly, an engineer, and his fireman men fearless and thoroughly capable at their work, but who would stop at nothing to ac complish a mean revenge when they considered themselves injured. One evening express train Na 5 stood in the big barn like depot at Axlebor ough, about to start for the west A lo comotive had just pulled out of the round house and was "backing up" to the waiting train; it was engine Na 400 and was manned by the very men who were so much disliked by both officers and employes. Nothing much, however, was thought of this. They were closely watched about the shops and yards; when they were in the cab it was toler ably certain they could do no miachief , becanee any peril to which they might expose the train and passengers must of necessity include themselves. kaaw, la atrial of faith. John Bolton and of the C. aad A. glad of it for when the gesJaLopen and portly form of CoBdao tar Bolton were seen upon the train the faassBgers knewthey were in good hands He was looking at his watch by the aid of a stray ray frosa the setting san when a small boy hurried quietly "Mr. BoRonf "Why hello, my lad! What is itT amid John, who, even when busy, gave a pleasant greeting. "Mr. Bolton. I'm no sneak or tell tale, bat it's only right to let you know that Engineer Daly has been talking ugly this evening. There isn't time to tell you all about it, sir. 1 heard him and his Ore man talking and they mean mischief thievery night Excuse me for interfer Jng. but you ought to change engineers or else watch Mr. Daly pretty dose." "Oh, pshaw!" said the conductor, with his usual guffaw "Daly and his man were just talking those fellows always do like to talk considerably. They wont do any harm for, dont you see, they ;ant hurt the train without hurting themselves. I'll keep my eye on them when we stop. Much obliged to you, my lad, all the same. Allaboardr Thirty seconds later the heavy train was moving out of the depot, but no one noticed on the front platform of the for ward baggage car, just behind the en gine, the curled up form of the under sized boy. Charlie Stockwell When the express left Axleborough she was scheduled, to run ninety miles across the prairie without a stop, the time allowed being two hours and fifty minutes. Along this ninety miles there were no towns and few settlements, and as No. 9 had the right of way clear through there was no necessity for stop ping, or even for slowing up. The train had run perhaps twenty miles, and was well on to the thinly peo pled prairie, when Stockwell, in his hid ing place, noticed that they were slowing up, With an effort he climbed on to the tender and cautiously peeped over the coal and wood into the cab. The lad took in the situation at a glance, for this is what be saw: The engineer was at that instant turning on a full head of steam; the fireman was closing the door of the furnace, which he had just filled up with coal: both were preparing to desert the engine. Charlie debated in his own mind whether he had better go back and ham mer on the door of the baggage car to notify the train men or stay where he was and be ready to take the engineer's place. He concluded that it would bo safer to stay where he was, and he had hardly arrived at this decision when the engineer and fireman dropped off, one from each side of the locomotive, leaving Na 5 with" its living freight to dash on ward to destruction. But quick as a flash the boy hustled over the coal laden tender, down into the cab and took his stand on the plate with the coolness and nerve of a veteran. Yet though his head was level his young blood flowed fast and Charlie Stockwell was a proud lad as he regulated the speed of the giant locomotive. He was sorely tempted to take the train right through to Tetterby Junction, but rememljering that he was ignorant of the train orders, his better judgment carried the day. So when, after a nine mile run. h sighted Boonville telegraph cabin, he .ulled up his snorting, hissing steed and reported the whole affair to John Bolton. But the lad was permitted to indulge his wish, after all, for Bolton was so pleased with the brave conduct of the clever young machinist that he insisted upon Charlie's acting as engineer clear through to the end of the run, he him self taking the second place in the cabas Charlie's fireman. Old John Bolton died last year, but he lived to see his young friend and prime favorite occupying a high position in the mechanical department of a great rail road. But if you, reader, desire to know any more about the plucky young ap prentice, just drop a line to Mr. Charles Stockwell, chief engineer of the Denver and Duluth Short Line. He will doubt less answer your letter. William H. S. Atkinson in Philadelphia Times. Sbopplag Aaaeear tba "Beet." She might have called cousins with two or three of the women whom Mr. Howells has drawn, but she did not my whether she was TTarTrnosi or. Hubbard or Kilburnr but asked for gloves, and after examining several pairs, looked up discontentedly with "Haven't you any elect shades? "Must mean electric," thought the salesman, and produced the box of electric blues. "N no, she said, looking at them with scorn; "I want something elect to match this green and this brown. The colon are well enough, but I want something elect in quality." And the salesman told her that the firm had decided to stop keeping them because there was no call -for them; and, as soon as she was gone, confessed his fib to one of tho girls at the counter, and asked what "elect" meant The girl reads Har per's Magazine and The Editor's Study, and sho told him. and the two are won dering whether it would not be well to put up a sign, "Elect Gloves. Great Bar gains." Why not? And why should not the butcher announce "Sausages. Very Elect," and tho clothing dealer "Over coats, $3; ElectLot? Boston Transcript library Bale. The families of national legislators and officials seem to read an immense num ber of books. The daughters are espe cially voracious. They will go to the library at 10 in the morning and keep an assistant busy until late in the afternoon looking up books for them, which are carried to their homes by men servants whom they bring with them for that purpose. They repeat the programme the next week:- It is quite evident that they could not read a tenth of these books, and the fact is they do not They lend them to their friends whose fathers are non-offkaaL and, therefore, have not the free privilege of the library. This is against the rules. But rules are flexible for those rfmimttd with the government whirl at Washington. That is, be it distinctly understood, while they are in the whirl For those who are not, the rules are as the laws of those much quoted Medes and Persians. New York Star. Bacbara XateUectaal Pawer. The late Matthew Arnold, comparing Rachel and Bernhardt mid, after seeing the latter act in tragedy: "I had never till now comprehended how much of Rachel's superiority was purely intel lectual power; how eminently this power counts in the actor's art as in all art; how just is the instinct which led the Greeks to mark with a high and severe stamp the muses. Temperament and quick intelligence, paasion,voice, charm, poetry Mile. Bernhardt has them all One watches her with pleasure, admira tion, and yet not without a secret dis quietude. Something is wanting. . That something is high intellectual power. It was here that Rachel was so great She began, one says to one's self, as one recalls her imago and dwells upon it she began almost where Mile. Bernhardt ends." Pittsburg bulletin. Seeds of the most valuable varieties ef cinchona bring $1,000 per ounce in Gay ion. Therears nearly 100,000 seeds iaan V - a - iXafWIIIIU "TaeOaeMeaa of Pr.-noriss, is fall ef the gaadal aathora avaberaat humor. Its fan is psrlrasl aad obrkms; but more is ateeM tlsan meets the ear or eye. The veauele which ran for a hundred yean sad a day without a break, typrAm a Jmeltay human body, and represents the riatmral term of ite service. If, a man has catarrhal bronchial tie, or iwlmonary dkaaai, ha cannot live out aalf Us days, unless he eradicates thearrofulous humors whose pieseaee causes these local troubles. The great blood-deaaaing alterative of Dr. Pierce, known as the "Golden Medical Dis covery," rids the Wood of scrofulous polratfions, and, by improving the nutri tion, gives new rigor to thedebflitated system, and cares these diseases. Unequalled Dr. Sage's Catarrh Bem edy. Every man's censure is first moulded in his own nature. "The peerless empire of form and color is found in Colorado," mys a great artist So are many other very wonderful effects. There is that grand triumph of engineer ingaTrill the Bow Knot Loop, famed all over the world; the pretty town of Gray mont nestled against the base of Gray's Peak, the. giant prince of the range; sunrise on Gray's Peak a sight once witnessed never to be forgotten; Idaho Springs the beautiful a restful spot blamed with the healing waters for all who come, within two hoars ride of young levithian Denver; the storied gold camp of Georgetown perched in the upper air of the mountains ever fresh and cool and clear these are a few of the delightful spots in the "American Alps' reached by the Colorado Central Division of the Union Pacific Railway inColorada The devil never mails a man except he find him either void of knowledge, or of the fear of God. It is un-American in the higher sense for our people to prate about Europe so glibly when so many of them are pro foundly ignorant of the wondrous beau ties of their native land. As a matter of fact there are hundreds of thousands of American citizens who are thoroughly familiar with Switzerland; who have idled away weeks at Lucerne, done Chamouni, and attempted the Matter horn, and yet have never feasted on the lovely beauty, the wild weird majesty of any one of the Colorado Peaks, "More than Alpine glory" rewards visitors along the South Park Division of the Union Pacific1 in Colorado. There is no scen ery like it in th daw wnrll Much money makes a country poor, for it sets a dearer price on everything. -jney restea mere -escapea awniie From cares which wear the life away, To eat the lotus of the Nile And drink the poppies of Cathay." And every American business man k beginning to find that his summer vaca tion is more and more of a necessity; the money making machine wont stand the strain without an occasional rest The "American Alps" of Colorado offer the highest conditions for perfect relaxation, pure vital air, comfortable hotels and the noblest scenery in the country, and may be reached on the South Park Di vision of the Union Pacific Railway. Whatever is made by the hand of man, by the hand of man may be overturned. Mother, Bead. The proprietors of SANTA ABIE have authorized Dowty & Becher to refund your money if , after giving this California-King of Cough Cures a fair trial as directed, it fails to give satisfaction for the cure of Coughs, Croup, Whooping Cough and all Throat and Lung troubles. When the disease affects the head, and assumes the form of Catarrh, nothing is so effective as CALIFORNIA CAT-R-CURE. These preparations are with out equals as household remedies. Soli at $1.00 a package. Three for $20. An old wise man's shadow is better than a young buzzard's sword. Moran, the great artist, despaired when he saw the Great Shoshone Falls it was so far beyond his pencil's cunning. So there are wonderful dreams of beauty in the tempestuous loveliness of the grand "American Alps" in Colorado, which are at once the aspiration and the despair of painter and poet Splendid beyond comparison is the superb scenery along the South Park Division of the Union Pacific in Colorada 6-l-5t Your thoughts close, and your coun tenance loose. "For peculiarly soft yet penetrating shades of color, marvelous grouping in form, fantastic, solemn and tender shap ing of rugged cliff and mountain and valley," says a distinguished artist, "the wonderful empire of Colorado stands peerless. The Alpine scenery along the line of the South Park Division of the Union Pacific in Colorado is the most magnificent in the United States. Money wants no followers. The splendors of the "American Alps" are beginning to be appreciated by our people, and a visit to Switzerland for gorgeous scenery is unnecessary. The picturesque mountain resorts on the South ParkDivision of theUnion Pacific in Colorado are absolutely unrivalled on this continent A man's destiny is always dark. English Spavin Liniment removes all hard, soft or calloused lumps and blem ishes from horses; blood spavin, curbs, splints, sweeney, ring-bone, stifles, sprains, all swolen throats, coughs, etc. Save $50 by use of one bottle. Warranted. Sold by C. B. Stillman, druggist, Co- umbua, 6-ly The virtue of a coward is suspicion. An Abaahrte Care. The ORIGINAL ABTETTNE OIN'x MENT is only put up in large two-ounce tin boxes, and is an abaolete care for old sores, burns, wounds, chapped hands and all kinds of skin eruptions. Will positively cure all kinds of piles. Aak f or the ORIGINAL ABITTNE OINTMENT Sold by Dowty k Becher at 25 cents per box by mail 80 cents. mar7y MEMORY DMCOVERY. 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