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The Circle
By CARRIER.
• by heck: I bet she is too blamed fine
to write back!”
don’t start that "Yes. Elam, here’s a card from the ex-
unti! I get i P rPSS a*ent."
Say, Mr. Carrier, read it, I never could
make no sense outer that dog-gone rail-
make it round the route rc >ad agent's wririnV
All right,’ it says. “ Please call and
t express ^package, one red umbrella.
70 cents collect.’ ”
Well, I declare! I bft one of them
Household girls has gone and sent me
a new umbrella. I just believe it was ,
Lomacita. I’ll ride right there and get ■
it. By grannies. I haven’t got but 30
cents in jny jeans; pocket book's at
home. I say, olj fellow loan me fifty •
cents. I don’t want to lose time riding {
back to the house.”
Handing over the desired loan. I ;
watched Elam canter off in the direc
tion of town. Then I cluck to old
Prudy and endeavor to make up the
•ime I have lost, fooling along talking to
everybody.
In about half an hour I reach the old
mill pond, and see Tessa *Roddey—and—I j
came near telling—out fishing in a boat.
She has caught the hook under a sub
front rn erged log. and was making a des
perate effort to disengage it.
She waves her hand as I pass. I
glance over my shoulder and see her
still tugging at her stubborn line. I
I hear a farm b f ll ringing for nooc
over at Mr. Pleas’ house, and as 1
drive up to his box, he meets ine. |
“Say, Mr. Carrier, if it is n<>t against j
the rules, I want you to drive in and ;
eat dinner with me and the missus.
We’ve got a big batch of good com-
pany. An nice, Geraldine, Ellys, 'Faye
and Musa Dunn are spending the day
with us.”
I take my cue from Grandpa’s first
words, and thanking him for his kind
invitation. I hastily inform him that i
it is strictly against rules for a carrier 1
e Clark * to s t°P f° r dinner with a patron. That’s
: i»<>< ft i i j
l Jin Experience With the Ghost ♦!
j Of an Old Farm House •
' • «
AY. boys,
ball game
back. I will try and
ake it round t
by 3 o’clock. Haven’t got
much m9.il, anyway. Git
up. Prudy. you old lazy
bones!”
WJth thr*»e or four des
perate leaps into :he air,
and much creaking of
joints, old Prudy ambled
off down the road in a
jog trot, and I was on
my daily journey of 25 miles around
the mail route. Having arranged the
mall bass to suit, I settled down to as
sorting mail, and looking at post cards.
J find three post cards and a fat let
ter for Tom Lockhart, who is my first
patron. Tom lives in the pretty little
w’hite house with green blinds over there
to the left, in a grove of beautiful oaks.
It is near the road, and I can just see
his brave, smiling face as he lies on
cool looking white bed in the
rooms.
J wave at him as I pass. Just ahead
Is a stretch of woodland. Having pasa‘d
through this, I gaze ahead and see Lo
macita waiting a t her mail box for
me.
’’Good morning. Carrier, please giv e me
a money-order for S4.6I to the PJssex
Lace Company. They sell just th~
sweetest insertion an.j Valenciennes lace,
And I am ordering some for my new
waist. Be sure and get the order off to
day, now'. I am expecting a beau from
Carolina, and f want my wais’.”
I write a receipt, pocket the money,
and drive on. looking back. I see her
racing up the avenue with h r black and
white-spotted spaniel.
Here Is a letter for Miss Oli
neat excuse, but the truth Is, I
liave not Elam Tony’s sublime seif-con- j
fidence. and I just couldn’t face that
crowd of pretty women. I’d lik** to take '
them one at a time, but together, I’ll ;
own I'm too chicken-hearted.’’
On we go Prudy and I, mile after
care of Mrs Mary Ligo n Miller. Why,
I didn’t know that Mizpah was visit
ing
Well! now ain’t that a dog-gone shame!
If yonder ain't. Vernie Barrington walk
ing this hot. dusty road all by h*r lit
tle lonesome! I’m going to ask her to
ride. Don’t care if it is against 'he ni ** e through fields freshly plowed on
ru j eg i either side, and cool, gre< n woodland, j
-Hello. Vernie. want In ride?" I passin K the homes of Dr. Botts. daro- ,
"Thank you. I believe 1 will, I had! 11 "* Gem - «"«'«* Beverage. Luther. Mrs
no idea it was so warm uns morning, fait, Evelyn Hollman, Moonshiner, and
Have I any' mail?” j others.
“Yes, ma'am; here's a post card.” t,ie distance I can see the old town
“Oli! it’s from Mr. Orton. Now, isn't * * n ^e morning, while I am drn-
that the cutest—” < ”P to the last box on my route. It ;
‘ Hey! Mister! Ma says hold on a.; I*, the hom e of sweet Margaret Richards, By JULIA COMAN TAIT.
minute until she addresses a letter to Maid Margaret greets me each day with
pa!’’ came a yell to our startled ears, »Peasant, cheering words and sweet
from around a bend in the road. | smiles. Today I hand her a bunch of
«Vid Prodv stops up suddenly with a' letters, post cards and a book,
snort a s jolly Ikf Heartsill runs pant- j Saying goodby, I drive on into town
ing to the road. j with a “God bless her” i n my heart for
“You like to got bv.“ says Ike, “and | Margaret Richards.
How
Uncle Billy
Went Fishing
(A Glimpse of Nature.)
The warm afternoon sun was falling
gently on the sloping hills and green
valleys surrounding Shady vil-le. Spring
had burst upon the world in all her
beauty. Peach trees were solid pink
cones, and the apple trees were white
with gently waving blossoms, where
drowsy bees hummed in the flashing
■sunlight. It was the time when nature
-alls to man to come nearer and study
aer wonderful creation.
Uncle Silas Wilson felt his blood
tingle with new life, as he walked brisk
ly along a little path on the outskirts
of the village, Ashing pole in one hand,
and a can of bait in the oilier. Passing
the Collins home, he found Uncle Billy
seated on the front porch, a large book
opened across his knee. Uncle Silas
came up the walk and halted at the
front stess.
"Hello, Billy, want t - go a-flshin’ this
evening?" he asked.
"Can't go,” answered Uncie Billy,
sorrowfully.' "I've got i' stick peas."
"Oh shucks, fishin's Jes line, you c’n
stick peas some other day. What air
j you a-doin' with that book yotfve got
I thar?"
“I’m a-searchin - fer th’ eleventh com-
; raandment," answered Uncle Billy.
"Miss Nancy says they've got up a (
tumble argument - out at Sunday school j f°und that his hook was fastened. "SI,
'bout whar t' find th’ 'leventh command-; I’ve got my hook hung." he called to his
mant. I’ve bfen searchin’ here fer two i partner, who was some distance up the
hours an’ I ain’t seen notion’ that : week. “What’ll I do about hit."
looks like It yet." "Git hit loose, what do you reckon,"
"Oh, well, Billy, you c’n hunt that Silas as he made his way
up t’morrow, git that hatchet an’ cum toward Uncle Billy. When he reached
on. an’ git yore pea sticks. I'm a-goin' I the place he saw how the line was sit-
that way." | uated. "I recon you’ll have t’ break
Uncle Billy had always called his wifejyore hook, Billy," he said.
Miss Nancy, and as she appeared in | “i might git hit loose someway. If I
the doorway, just as h e was preparing wuz nk e i used t' be I’d walk that lim
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der very suddenly. Seising his pole he'and fitted with a most exquisite ar-
gav e a mighty jerk, but no fish hove in
sight. "Golly!’’ he panted. “That was
a whopper. I seen him take that cork:
clean t’ th' bottom.”
He sat down to watch his line, and
Uncle Silas came up and took a posi
tion beside his own pole, to wait pa
tiently for a bite.
Uncle Billy, breaking a long silence,
said: "81, why was hit you never mar
ried? You used t' be a turrible hand t’
fly 'round with th’ girls?"
“Well, Billy. I reckon I mignt na' mar
ried once If you had’nt beat me with th’
gal.' Uncle Billy was silent, his thoughts
were straying back many a day to the
time when he was young.
A fish, nibbling at the bait, unnoticeu
by him. carried the long line far obt
in the creek, alongside a partially dead
rangement of muscles which widen it
when the light Is dim and narrow It in
a strong glare.
Do you know that you have a "blind
spot" in each eye? That is, a small
portion of the retina Is Incapable of
exciting the sensation of vision when
It receives the Image of an object. This
blind spot corresponds with the artery
lying in the center of the optic nerve.
By a wonderful provision of nature
the blind spots do not correspond when
the eyes are directed toward the same
object, so they cause no Inconvenience,
and few beyond doctors and opticians
are even aware of their existence.
Practically all persons are right—or
left—eyed, although they may not
know It. One eye Is nearly always
little stronger than the other, and
ree that had fallen down the bank and j “ “ IT “““
thrown Its branches into the water. Uncle i QU *? tly .!L ' 6d more - of
Billy attempted to pull In his line, and ™ 6 ’ ‘he dltterence l"™ ™
’ 1 Is so great that It has to be artificially
Julia Comaa Tait.
ma wouldn’t have
for five dollars. P
buying goods, and
come right home.
had that letter left
l is up to Baltimore
ma wants him to
She is afraid lie is
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~EW days before some one
ad sent me a spiritualist
it
having id big a time up there. You j
s^e. pa si^nt nir a post card picture of j
him and some more fellows In bathing '
at the beach, with a crowd of girls, and j
ma got hold of It. She i3 sure hot.” j
“Well, so long. Tke. I have to be go- i
“Hey! wait a minute! I want to take j ^ THREE HORSE STORIES,
you to the picnic Friday, Miss Vernie; What is said to have been one of the j - n response to a request for his opin-
how about it?" | most surprising feats of horsemanship in j ion 0I1 t hi s much-ridiculed but ever- disturbed me, but no sleep visited my
“1 would be delighted to have you take ; all Ireland is credited to the late em- I interesting subject: “Well, I have fetes that night. It was not fear that
me. Goodby, Ike.” replies Vernie. ' press of Austria. After a desperate i never bten a very superstitious per- ! kept me awake, but I thought that
’ I chase a fox leaped the wall of Maynooth ' son and am no student of psycology, | perhaps the performance might be re-
I had read
ith incredibility
vening we were
about a neigh-
/ oil’s fireside uiscussing
spiritualism, its probaoil-
iy or improbability and re-
learsing all the ghost*,
lories we had ever heard,
he majority o them more
r less fictitious.
“Do I believe in the re
turn of the spirits of the dead to
earth?” answered a bright young man,
noise began on the mantle above, as
though some one were searching
among a number of bottles. After
perhaps two minuted, the tinkling
ceased and the footsteps began to re
trace themselves. Across the room by
my bedside, into the hall and up the
steps again t*?ey went and ceased
only when the}' reacned the room
above. I sat wide-eyed and sleepless,
debating with myself as to who or
what my nightly visitor could nave
been.
“Thirty minutes had perhaps passed,
when, from the room above tnere
came a loud, jarring noise as of a
heavy body falling suddenly to the
floor Then all was silence through
the old farm-house, save the heavy
breathing of the old people in . the
room opposite mine. Nothing further
qul> K t hat about the Household fo"H coU , e where the students were medi- still I must admit that many strange
le every now* and then I ha\ej „ „ . _ fQx and unaccountable tnings happen in
tatively pacing to and f ro. As the , ,, ... . . .. „
_ A1 _ the world pointing m that direction,
scurried across the ground the young there really is some super-
clericals were about to take up the chase natU ral force behind the visible world,
themselves when a beautiful woman, i aro not.prepared to say. i can only
superbly mounted, cleared the wall in j bear witness regarding the one inci-
pursuii of the quarry. It was the em-'dent that came under my observation.
to stop at a mail box.
At last I reach her home, and Vernie
thanks me sweetly for the ride. and
promises me a box of strawberries for
day.
fe Just ahead two men sitting on a
log hV the •creek fishing Drawing near j p reas . Dr . Waish , the present Roman | *Vould you like to hear it
^ er. I discover Sam Burton and John n ,,Kn , “Well, one day iir the late fall, sev-
t Mason having quite a heated argument Eat hollo archbishop of Dublin, receit ed I eraj years ag0j business called me to
evolution. As I pass I hear one of his unexpected guest with gracious | the Iowla „ds of Mississippi, not a
hem say: courtesy. The chase had taken her grea t distance from the city of Mem-
"And so you argue that n P"!e cat | through deep water and her wet, cling- phis. 1 had wandered around all day
i-olutfd from a gympsum weed? i i ng garments suggested the desirability I In a desultory manner, when, as night-
rd no more hut hastened on . ( f a change £ ut the re was not a ! came on, I realized 1 had lost my
Is a card for E'ani Ton... f ,„ maI . at .tii-e at Maynooth col- !wa y- 1 wen * ° n in an aimless fashion
• inv sitting on his horse, watch- ; simed of temale attire at Majnooth «»1- bordered
ral of his field Hands plowing j hge, so the empress threw over herj^ eUher sl(Je S by a „ ense grQwth of
firost-killed cotton for replanting. , shoulders an academical gown belonging ! wood , f( , ellng sure that x WOUId come
Uas he spies me-he rides tip i° j to Dr. Walsh. In exchange for her j upon some human habitation soon.
wrap the empress pressed upon the fu-! "Nor was I mistaken, for it had not
ture arenbishop a diamond ring, and ; yet grown dark when I saw before me,
upon her return to A ustria she sent to! through an opening in the wood.
to i,
calling out: "nello, car-!
fellow: any mail for me to- ;
pwrote to Fineta last week, but, !
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for the night on Bear river near its
junction with the Little Snake. In
the middle of the night something oc
curred to stampede the cattle. The man
mounted his bronco and rode hither and
thither on the fiank of the herd until
their fright had died away. Four or live
times the rider felt his horse give tre
mendous leaps, and with daybreak he
discovered the cause. The cattle had
climbed on to a level plateau which is
intersected by a canyon four miles long
and from 1.500 to 2,000 feet deep. Its
walls incline toward each other at the
top. where the distance is fifteen or
twenty feet. In riding the man had
small plantation, in the midst of which
sat a battered, gloomy-looking old
farm-house, whose dormer windows
looked like great eyes peering at me
through the gathering dusk as I made
my way toward it. An old man sat
on the pillared porch, peacefully smok
ing his pipe and watching the rosy
sunset heavens. His manner was cor
dial and friendly as I stated my case
and begged a night’s-lodging, which
was graciously granted. I seated my
self on the porch near him and soon
learned that he resided here alone,
save pjr his wife, an old lady to whom
I w’as introduced at supper. After a
neartv meal, enlivened by the humor
of the old man and th esmiling face
o.‘ the motherly-looking old woman,
we sat for a while in the hall and
talked on various subjects. Then, be
ing tired, I begged leave to retire.
“The house was one of those old,
rambling antebellum affairs wdth a
k>ng. wide hall running through it
kept the steers circling about this I>la--|and with rooms on each side below
teau. A dozen of them, he found, had j an( j above stairs. A front room on
fallen down the canyon and been killed, j ground floor was given me, and,
Hoof marks showed him that the great j undressing quickly,, after carefuJiy
jumps made by his horse were oc- placing my pistol in easy reach, 1
casioned by the animal’s clearing the .blew out the lamp, jumped into the
canyon each time it came to the taking- oid-fashioned bed and stretched my
off spot.” I weary limbs.
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South African horse: "Smoke is this
delectable animal’s name, and
Rhodesia for character and endurance
he probably has not his equal. One
tells of how he carried him up a kopje
like a house side, looking round oc
casionally to make sure his rider aad not
slid off his back. I was to busy keep
ing niy seat :o see how he did it.’ he
explained, but he must positively now
and then have hung around trees with
his forelegs.’ Another will describe
how he steps over a little ledge a few
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A PROFITABLE PARABLE.
(Front The Philadelphia Index.)
Before the collection was taken, at
a negro place of worship out in one
of Pittsburg’s suburbs, the minister, a
colored man. declared his regret that
his brother had retired to rest the
night before without locking the door
of itis fowl house, to find in the morn
ing that all his chickens had disap
peared.
“I don’t want to be personal,” he
continued, "but I has my suspicions as
to who stole dem chickens. If I’m
rfgnt in dose suspicions, de man dat
stole dem chickens won’t put any
money in de box, which will now be
passed round."
There was a grand collection, not a
single man of the congregation feign
ing sleep.
“Now, brederen,” announced the min
ister. "I don’t want yoah appetites
spoilt by wonderin’ where dat broder
libs who don't lock his chickens up at
night. Dat broder don’t exist, ma
friends; he was a parable foh pur
poses of financk-
sciousness quickly and I lay there
until the big old clock arcoss the hall
chimed out nine, ten, and then eleven.
The night being close and warm, I had
left the door of my room slightly
ajar. After the eleventh hour I grew
drowsy and felt myself fast falling
asleep when suddenly a faint, far-off
sound fell upon my ear and Instantly
I was wide awake again, my hand in
voluntarily reaching for the pistol be
ne ath my pillow.
“I listened artd discovered the noise
to be that of bare feet descending the
stairway. Tip-tap. tip-tap fell the
sound, echoing through the long, bare
•hall. Who could it be? Surely not
my host or Ills wife, for they had bid
den me good night several hours be
fore and had sought their sleeping-
room across the hall from me, whence
came later loud breathing, telling of
deep and undisturbed repose. There
was something wierd and uncanny
about the footfalls, and, though I felt
no fear, I caught myself shivering.
t_n. on they came, and as the stairway
ended not far from my door. I sat up
in bed grasping my pistol tightly.
"When the steps reached the floor
they ceased for a moment, then began
again, coming in the direction of my
open doorway. The next moment I
heard the door creak and was aware
a presence in my room. It was
very dark and I could not see. hut I
instinctively felf that I was not alone.
B; my bedside, causing a rush of air
over me. Lo the denter of the room,
went the footfalls and I sat breathless
and erect, staring in the direction of
the noise, ready at any moment to de
fend myself If defence was necessary.
"The sounds of walking ceased ab
ruptly at the fireplace and a tinkling
pf-ated and if so I intended. to make
an effort to discover what it meant.
"Next morning at breakfast my gen
ial host asked how I rested. I re
lated what had happened and he in
formed me tha) the occurrence had
been the similar experience of every
person who had slept In that room of
the old hombe for many years. The
reason, he said. about twenty-five
years before, the owner of the home,
a queer, morose sort of a man, whose
room was above the one in which I
slept—or lay awake, rather—had got
ten up In the night, descended the
stairway to the room beneath, there
procured a bottle of laudanum from
the mantle, returned to his room,
drank the drug and later fell from his
chair—dead. I learned afterwards
from responsible parties that mis
story was true and I have related it
just as it happened with no exaggera
tion.
“There is nothing for me to gain
by the telling of an untruth. I do
not know whether spiritualism has
any foundation or not, but I felt then
and have felt since that It was no liv-
ii.gr person who was my strange visi
ter on the night I spent in the lonely
old farm-house in Mississippi.”
This tale is not a haTrowTng one, but
it is the actual experience of my
young friend. The young man’s va-
rnetty cannot be doubted. He is an
exceptionally bright youth, of excel
lent character. But, after all, I am
not sure I believe in the return of the
spirit to earth. I will have to see or
hear a ghost myself before I join the
ranks of the spiritualists.
Turning the Tide at Shiloh.
The first day of the battle of Shiloh
had ended in disaster, says The Chi
cago Chronicle.
Early the next morning General
Grant rode along the lines and thus
addressed his men:
“Soldiers, yesterday you retreated. At
one time your retreat became a rout.
The strong trampled upon the weak.
It reminded me—"
Here the general's voice broke.
“It reminded me,” he resumed, mas
tering his emotion with an effort, "of
the maddened, brutal, horrible rush
of wild-eyed savages across the Brook
lyn bridge any afternoon at 8 o’clock!”
Crimsoning with mortification and
burning with a desire to wipe out the
stain upon their .valor, the soldiers
clamored to be lqd once more-against
the enemy—and the result of the sec
ond day’s fighting Is a matter of his
tory.
leave, he called to her, and said:
"Miss Nancy, I’m a-goin’ to git them
pea sticks." And with that he and
Uncle Silas set out toward the willow
thicket only a short distance froth the
house, and In tfie direction of the creek.
When they arrived at the place where
the willow grew. Uncle Silas said:
‘‘Billy, there ain’t no use in you cut-
tin’ them pea sticks this evenin’. You
don’t know what you’re a-missin’; them
bass is bitin’ like five hundred tight
now. Leave yore ol' hatchet here, an’
come on.”
Uncle Billy needed no second Invita
tion, for the spirit of the ' spring was
upon him also. After cutting a
nice, slender willow for a pole he threw
the old hatched down at the foot of a
nearby tree, and he and Uncle Silas
trudsed away towards the woods, and
the creek.
“Fine time ‘ *r flshln', Billy,” observed
Uncle Silas as they trudged along. ’’Log-
wood's jes begtnnin’ t' drap th’ bloom
a little: best time on earth t’ fish fer
trout an’ bass. Hurry up there, an’
les' git t' th' creek. I’m achin’ t’ try
my luck."
Uncle Silas reached down, plucked
bunch of wild violets growing by the
path, and held them to his nostrils.
'Mighty pooly," he said, more to him
self than to his comrade, as they hur
ried along. Uncle Billy followed as fast
as possible, ana they were soon at the
creek. The tackle was arranged, and
they sat down to await the fortunes of
a fisherman.
Two hours later. Miss Nancy, going in
search of Uncle Billy, found the hatchet
where he had left it at the foot of the
old tree, but no pea sticks. She turned
towards the house, saying: “Law. me.
he come down here t’ cut them pea
sticks, an’ Jes followed Si Wilson right
on t' th’ creek.”
Luck began to drift the way of the two
old fishermen, and each would occas
ionally add a fish to his string. Uncle
Billy, breaking the silence for the first
time, said: “81, they're a-goin’ t' have
a powerful argument over that 'leventh
commandment question at Sunday school
tomorrow evenin’. Miss Nancy’s sot on
takin’ me out t’ hear hit! You’d bet
ter come an’ go Tong.”
“Well, Billy. I recon they can argue
th’ question Jes all they want t’. but
I won’t be at Sunday school t’morrow
evening’, an’ you won’t neither.”
“What have you got f do with hit.
Si Wilson? I reckon I’ll be thar If I
wan’t t’ be.”
“I reckon not. Billy, fer this one rea
son. I'm a-goin' t’ spend th’ whole
day t’morrow right here a-fishin’, an’
you’re a-goin’ t’ spend hit with me.”
”Oh, my stars, Si Wilson, don’t you
know Miss Nancy 1 d wring my neck?”
“No, she won’t, neither. All you’ve
got t’ do Is t’ slip off an’ meet me at tlf
big sugar tree thar under th’ hilL Til
have th’ tackle, an’ somethin’ t’ eat,
an’ we’ll spend th’ day right here at th’
creek.”
“But what’ll I do when I have t’ go
home?" asked Uncle Billy, dreading a
meeting with Miss Nancy.
"You won’t do nothin’, Jes pretend
that you fergot that hit jwuz Sunday.
You’ve got t’ fergit things sometimes,
you know.”
“Yes, I know, SI. I guess I’ll be at
th’ sugar tree when you git thar."
The two old cronies gathered up their
tackle, each took his string of fish, and
slowly made his way homeward. When
Uncle Billy arrived he was met at the
gate by Miss Nancy, who said: "Billy
Collins. I thought you was out a-cuttin’
pea sticks?”
“I did aim t’ git ’em. but I Step
ped over t’ th’ creek an’ stayed longer
than I aimed t’ stay. See what a fine
string I’ve got.”
"I reckon you'd better be cleanin’ ’em
then. Here it's almost supper time now.”
Uncle Billy went about the scaling of
the fish, all the whil e thinking about
the gay time he and Silas had planned
for the morrow.
At the supper table, under the enjoy
ment of the nicely cooked fish. Miss
Nancy said: “Billy, I reckon them peas
didn’t much need stickln', anyway.” And
Uncle Billy was silent.
Sunday morning dawned still and clear.
One of those heavy showers that come
up so suddenly In the month of April,
had washed the earth during the bight
tHl the dark green carpet glimmered iff
the morning sunshine.
After breakfast, Uncle Billy, address
ing his wife, said: “I b’lleve I’ll go
over th’ hill here, an’ see If ol’ Brln’le
is glttln' plenty tfv water at th’ spring.
She’s been mighty thirsty here lately.- ’
Miss Nancy had nothing to say about
the matter, .and Uncle Billy was soon
on his way, thanking his stars tnat he
had got off so easy.
When he reached the meeting place,
Fias was waiting, and they at once
set out for the creek, L r nele Billy ex
plaining his trick as they trudged along.
an' git that hook out.”
“Why don’t you try hit then?" asked
Uncle Silas.
“D’you dare me t* try hit?”
“Yes, I dare you t' try t' walk that
lim'.”
”1 never did take a dare in my life,”
said Uncle Billy, as he started on his
way toward the entangled hook.
Little by little he made his way to
ward the end of the limb that support
ed him. When only a short distance
from where his hook was entangled,
the partially decayed branch of the old
tree gave way, and with a heavy splash
Uncle Billy disappeared In the .water.
In a moment he was up, and catching
hold of another of the near-fef
branches, he drew himself upon the
body of the fallen tree. Uncle Silas,
out on the bank, was doubling with
laughter. Uncle Billy did not seem to
think it so funny, however, and, after
wiping the water from his eyes and
steadying himself on the log, he said.
“You neednSt laugh, Si Wilson. I'm
dog-goned good notion t’ lick you fer
darin’ me t' walk that ol’ rotten lim'.
I c’n lick you now same's I ever
could.”
"You’d better wait till you- git back
on dry Ian’ ’fore you try hit, Billy; you
might fall In th’ creek agin.”
Uncle Billy managed at last to reacn
the bank, and Uncle 8ilas said: “I
recon, Billy, I orter not dared you t’
walk that 11m’."
“I recon I orter not tried t’ walk It,
Si. I’m powerful wet.”
“Seems you’re a little damp, Billy.
Better pull off yore clo’es an’ wring
’em out.”
Uncle Billy obeyed to some extent,
and after the operation did not look
so much like he was carrying a supply
of water around with him. “I recon
Miss Nancy’ll twist ray neck shore
now. Si.!’ he said feebly.
‘‘I guess not. Billy; you’ve too long a
string uv fish.”
After Uncle Billy had somewhat ar
ranged himself, they decided that It
was time to start home, so they gath
ered up poles and fish and begun the
homeward tramp.
Miss Nancy suspected that Uncle
Billy had slipped off somewhere to
keep from attending Sunday school, so
she had gone on wtlhout him. Rev.
Dillingham, the pastor, and Miss Ma
tilda Bratcher had accepted her Invita
tion to accompany her home for sup
per, and were therefore both on hand.
Miss Nancy was In the kitchen pre
paring supper, and Rev. Dillingham,
who was a great talker, was seated in
tile doorway leading Into the sitting
room, holding a conversation with her
as she rolled out the biscuit. They had
been discussing the commandment
question, and had almost settled It ac
cording to their own way of thinking,
when a form suddenly darkened the
kitchen doorway. Uncle Billy, carrying
a string of fish in one hand, his fishing
pole In the other, and wet to the skin,
burst into the room, looking woefully |
at his soaking clothes and saying;]
“Miss Nancy, I—I sorter got wet.” Just]
then he caught sight of the minister,
and attempted to hide the string of
fish behind him. But it was of no use,
they had all noticed hits movements,
and he was made to exhibit his catch
“Law me, Billy Collins,” began Miss
Nancy, ”1 tol’ you this mornln’ that
you had t’ go t’ Sunday school with
me, an’ here you slipped off an’ fished
th’ whole blessed day. Brother Dilling
ham, I jes don’t know what you’ll
think uv me; but I can’t do nothin’
with him when he takes one uv his
crazy notions., Him an’ Si Wilson’s
been flshln’ fer th’ las’ two days.”
"Day an’ a half," corrected Unele
Billy. “I recon we’ll have fish fer sup
per, Miss Nancy. An’, Brother Dilling
ham, you come on an ’he’p me git th’
scales off’n ’em, an’ you’ll see they’ll
taste Jes as good fer bein’ caught t’day
as if they’d been caught ylsterday.
You Jes try ’em an’ you’ll see fer
yoreself.”
Uncle Billy and the preacher soon
had ths, fish ready for Miss Nancy to
take charge of them, and It was only a
short time after that they were called
out to a well-cooked supper. And be
cause the fish had been caught on Sun
day did not seem in the least to effect
the minister’s appetite.
After the meal had been finished, they
all moved out to the little porch to
enjoy .the beauties of the night. A
new moon, a slender crescent of gold,
was hanging just above the western
horizon, and the stars had a merry
twinkle,, Far off In the silence the
faint tinkle of a cow cell sounded a
few notes and then grew still.
They had said something about the
commandment question, when the
preacher, forgetting for the time that
had at the sup«er table compli
mented Miss Nancy on the excellently
cooked fish, said:
“Uncle Billy, there Is no need for you
to search for the eleventh command--
ment. You should follow one begin
ning like this, ‘Six days shalt thou
labor.’ ”
He added a few more cutting words,
expecting L'ncle Billy to rouse up and
start an argument. Uncle Bjlly answer
ed never ’a word, but pulled hard at
corrected. In many cases, too. the pu
pils of the two eyes vary quite con
siderable in size.
Short-sightedness, It has proved, lz
more common among people with
light-colored eyes than those with dark.
At the same time, among gray-eyed
persons are foupd those with the most
powerful sense of vision of any.
Muscular fatigue of the eye can h#
measured by the number of involun
tary eyelid movements or blinks made
per minute. Read by candle light or
other Insufficient illumination and you
will find yourself blinking seven times
a minute. In ordinary gaslight you
blink about thre times a minute, but
If you work in softened daylight -
by powerful yet shaded electric light,
your eye tires so slightly that you do
not blink more than once in thirty or
thirty-five seconds.
The eyelashes give most useful aid
In shading the eyes. The average per
son has 100 to 150 hairs on the upper
lid. and 80 to 100 on the lowr, or, say,
460 to 500 lashes in all.
Ej’ebrows which grow thick and dark
are a very sure sign of a good .con
stitution and physical endurance. If
they are lighter than the hair they In
dicate lack of vitality.
The nose, so far as appearance goes.
Is the most Important feature of the
face, and few people are aware of
how much Its eventual shape depends
on character and profession. At 10
a boy’s nose may be a “pug” pure and
simple, at 15 it may be almost Greek,
and at 25 it may have developed a
powerful bridge and become practically
Roman. Almost every great general
who ever lived, from Alexander the
Great to Wellington and General Grant,
had Roman noses.
It is to the delicate nerves of smell
in the nose that we owe our appre
ciation of a well-cooked dinner and
fine wine. The palate has compara
tively little to do with It.
We have no special reason to be
proud of our ears. The human ear is
indefinitely inferior to the movable,
funnel-shaped ear trumpet possessed
by the horse, by cattle, or even by the
rabbit or hare. Both men and apes
have lost the power of moving their
external ears, and there are many
sounds, such as the squeak of a bat,
which are absolutely beyond the com
pass of the human auditory apparatus.
There is one peculiar point about the
ears. Of all our features they are
77iose most likely to be exactly simi
lar in size and shape.
We have already mentioned that the
two eyes of one individual are very
seldom alike. The same may be said
of the face as a whole. Only t per
cent of the whole human race are- pos
sessed of absolutely symmetical faces.
In 74 persons out of 100 the left zida
of the face is larger than the right; in
24 the right is larger; In 2 the two
sides are similar. Next time you visit
the photographer remember this fact
One side of your profile will look bet
ter than the other.
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The atmosphere was redolent of spring, h* 8 cob pipe, and through the haze
A faint perfume from the blossom-laden! 6 * smoke that floated around his head
trees and the moist grass filled the h * Mw nf hi *
air. The creek sands had a damp, cool
smeH, and the birds sang In leafy bow-
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One by one the fish multiplied on the
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up In the afternoon they had both left
i their lines, and were searching along the
i creek banks for more bait. Uncle Silas,
- with a sharpened stick, was digging in
j the caked sand for “red wurrums."
I “Best bait yet.” he announced to
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you find right ’longslde th’ water’s edge,
i They’re a favorite with them trout.”
Uncle Billy had seated himself upon
an old half-buried log, and was chatting
away, when be noticed his cork go un
ite saw visions of his boyhood days
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exception of the part behind where the
optic nerve enters, and of the cornea
in front. The pupil of the eye is a
deep hole filled by a transparent lens
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