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> X-s % IHE SUNNY SOUTH FIFTH TAGS 'P A.Trip Around ^ 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 Get This Gold Pair Fro Spectacle Wearers! Just send me poor name and address aad I will mail poo my Perfect Home Eye Teeter, free. Then when yon return me the Eye Teeter with your test I will said you a complete five dollar family set of the Dr. Haux famous Perfect Virion Spectacles for only 91. and this will include a handsome pair of Boiled Gold Spectacles absolutely free of charge. You will also get your dollar back -if not perfectly satisfied. Send for my free Eye Teeter todav. Address, tUt. HJUTX MTCOTAOLE OO. w *. fests, Mm tWt WAMTAOEKTA ALSO. CNOTE —Tbs aboT! Is tbs lamest Wail Other Spectacle Hoorn in tia worth, aad absolutely . 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 Announcement. The Originator of the Combination Of* Cure for Cancers and Tumors says that under his present management, the chances for a cure are far better than ever before. Write for free book to Dr. D. M. Bye, 316 N. Illinois st., Indian apolis. Ind. ~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, ! stipation Easily Cured •ollege a superb statuette in soiid I silver, of St. George ana the Dragon, and for Dr. Walsh vestments of silk and • gold worked with shamrocks in green ! silk. i Here is a story of a wonderful jump ing horse as told by a n English jour nals!: “A California cowbody was tak ing steers to Leadville and had camped 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. OertrucTe Page, author of “Life In . But> though I wooed sleep persist- Rhodesia. " tells of a very intelligent C ntly, I was too tired to lose con- rROF. T. H. MIDGLEY, OVBitipation Specialist, Inventor of the Drafleu Constipation Cnre. 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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 inches wide across a river without turn ing a hair." 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. 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Be will never notice K, h| will ha cured before ha roalk ha will never know ofay ho the taste for liquor. wee It, hi 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- ; ers. Altogether, It was a day that makes one feel a Joy In living and be ing close to the heart of nature. One by one the fish multiplied on the string as the day wore along. W ell 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 Uncle Billy. “These here red wurrums 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 HARRY M. DEAN. ETEHV MAN HAS 500 EYELASHES. (From Pearson’s Weekly.) Did It ever occur to you to inquire why the eyeball of the eye Is white? The reason is rather curious. The blood vessel* which supply Its surface are so thin that they do not admit^the red corpuscles of the blood. * The eyeball Is covered with a coat known as the “Tunica Sclerotica,” which Is amazingly tough and elastic and covers the entire ball with the 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 Gome KM From Whiskey. 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