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VEGETABLE MARIUAGES.
( Hindoo Custom by Which
i, tiirl Sometime* Weds u Tree.
~ main Hindoo regions a young wo
,, , i.nnot wed until after the marriage
1 1. eldest sister. But the difficulty is
e ' i bv (he older sister espousing at
!!i ti: ! a tree or a plant, following in do
the theories of metaphysics, in the
manic world. The inconveniences is
not ere u in having for brother-in-law a
* or a fig tree and one can always
1 a tree having a heart like the oak.
Jp , w ho desire widowhood could choose
3 t. . ping willow, and those endowed with
an i.Mjciable character, the acacia.
i many places these symbolical un
,;i|i' ,| 0 ri ot much constrain those who
nut 11 act them. They marry again, having
,ii a mrown into the tire the plant to which
l!;> |, u j plighted iheir iirsi vows. But in
(i ' ; . ~.-ions winch have ndt been affect
j’l.v European influence such marriages
jj U . the value and imi>ortance of a sol
ntn religious vow. Those who try to evade
t in an- sure to have reason to repent of
it.
the Brahmans watch with Jeolous
car , io see iliat ihe promise is rigidly kept
a n,i they use means of coercion very ef
fi,a .aus against those who would be un
faiP :ui.
In ilie mountainous districts around
jj, a,i. the holy city, perjured women have
, , . ,ii mi own to .the llamcs. At Ne
. whore manners are more rude, the
J.i.n.ms are less barbarous. The unfaith
fm n:c simply chained during several,
n!. h - in some underground place, or sub
j,, u ,l to a severe fast.
ti„ ihe contrary, those who remain eon
pun,: to the vow to the honey-suckle are
pai.i great honor. For it is that fragrant
ant l beautiful plant which is nearly al
wa,. chosen as spouse to the young Hin
doo girls. In springtime the appearance of
the lirst (lowers of the honeysuckle is the
figril for a great feast and for imposing
rdigious ceremonies in which the greatest
respect is shown these strange married
ocs*-. _
BABBITS FOIt HIIXGHY SNAKES.
jl Is Not n Pleasant Sight to See Bat
tlers Fed in the Zoo.
I "Come around some evening and see me
fed those rattlesnakes,” 6aid the keeper
o: the Zoo, as I stood watching the Jan
6u„l writhings of two tine specimens. “We
feed them in the evening to escape obser
vation, as it is not altogether a pleasant
sight for the over-sensitive to witness.
But it is nature’s arrangement, not ours,
ar.l if these big fellows were on their na
: live heath, the same slaughter of the in
nocents would be bound to occur.
■•You see, they prefer killing their own
prey, and often—though I regret to say,
not always—it is an instantaneous process.
We let loose In the cage three or four
good-sized rabbits; usually the rattlers at
iack them at once and make short work
of their victims. They do not begin their
meal, however, until some time after death
has taken place. They are really very
fastidious in their reptilian way, and wait
until their meat is in a proper condition,
according to their ideas, just as we would
wait for ours to cook. Then they begin—
always at the head—their slow process of
swallowing, and it Is sometimes two or
three hours before you see the tip of the
(ail iinally disappear from their capacious
mouths. Thus disposed of, the iil-fated
prey slowly works its way down the long
body of the snake, and it is two or three
weeks before digestion really begins.
"How often do we feed them? Ones
In four months. They are more refined in
this particular than some people, as they
never eat unless hungry. We once tried
feeding them before their long fast was
up. They did not rise to the occasion at
aii, but one of the rats that we had put
into the cage for their evening meal, did,
and forthwith attacked and killed one of
our finest specimens. Those fellows there
are beginning to feel the pangs of hunger
now. You can tell by their generally lean
and gaunt appearance and by their rest
lessness. After being fed they remain in
T7\w .Smallest wafek ever made.,
Compered witk a, dime. Cost s£ooo
Faee arvd works of the oldest Known watoK, two-do of iron by Peter Hele
(End or XV Century.)
SMALLEST WATCH EVER MADE ANDFACE AND WORKS OF THE OLDEST
WATCH. . .
t> dormant state for weeks, during which
** m " they lose all their brilliancy of color;
the,) eyes are dull, their scales become
lifeless and fall away. Indeed, they may
1 -d to go through a regular period ot
•HO.tidg.”
MONDEUFI’L WATCHES.
Comparison Between the First and
l.nst Watches Undo Shows Enor
mous Progress.
Luring the recent watchmakers’ con
t on at Berlin, Germany, there was an
Interesting collection of rare and curious
® a ches exhibited, where the progress of
ltl f art of watchmaking could be studied
bom it# first beginnings in the fifteenth
century to this day. Comparison between
bit . arliest and the latest products of the
Bri lings out the enormous progress made
* n 1 >is, us in every other industry. Our
Illustrations show alongside of each other
n > first known specimen of a watch con
-611 led by the young Nurmenberg lock
tm i Peter Henleln, called for short Hele,
8,1,1 the smallest watch ever made, recently
Jj "l " ted in a Swiss factory. Hele was
“ ’fit to employ a spring in a watch, all
arts of which ne made of steel or
lr His watch weighed a couple of
is. The little watch Is here lllus
,a "I, full size. Its face is six miil
’ rs, or about a quarter of an inch in
‘•■•tieter, and it would take about 500 of
' watches to weigh a pound. Yet
s price is in no proportion with the
of material employed in its cen
r" '"on, for its costs $2,000. This price
“fy represents the cost of making this
n ' "ateh, for in its production entirely
' machinery and tools had to lie used
"* fiivenied in part, which are useless
Jr any other purpose*.
THE EOY ALL LOOSE.
SOME OF THE CONVENIENCES AND
ANNOYANCES OF FALLING TO
PIECES.
While It Was Fan to Leave His Hair
and Face anil Ears With tits
Mother to Be Combed anil Washed,
It Proved a Nuisance to Forget
His Head When on the Way to
School.
Copyright, 1898, by Frank Crane.
One time there was a boy who was all
lose. His arms and hands and feet and
legs and head, and everything like that,
were not grown tight to him, as yours and
mine are; but they wore simply fastened
on so he-could take them off. This was a
great convenience to him in many ways.
When one of his eyes was sore he did not
have to go to the doctor, as other boys
must do, but he could -take out his eye
and leave it at the doctor’s office to be
cured while he would go oti with his play.
When his mamma was helping him dross
in the morning, she would take off his head
and wash its face and comb its hair, while
his body went on dressing. And it wus
easy for him to put on his shoes and stock
ings, too. He did not have to stoop over
and work hard to keep his stockings from
getting into a lump when he drew on his
shoes; he would just take off a leg, put
on the stocking and shoe easily and then
snap the leg on again.
His mamma always waited until he was
sleep to clean hts finger nails. She would
tiuietly take off all his fingers, without
waking him up, wash them and brush
SI Dl! ; tHO
HE JUMPED UP AND HASTENED TO THE STORE.
them good, and get all the black out from
under the nails, and then fasten them on
him again; so that in the morning when
he awoke, he was clean, and he did not
have to stand and wait and cry while
his mother was attending to his fingers.
Whenever he did not want to be dis
turbed by hearing a noise, he would take
off his ears and put them in his pocket.
When he wished to see over a high fence
or over someone's shoulder he would take
out an eye and hold it up and thus could
see without any trouble, even if he could
not get hts head up high enough. When
he wanted to write notes in school, (which
he sometimes did, I am sorry to say), he
would take off his right hand and slip it
over to the boy sitting behind him, and
then take out an eye and give it also to
the same boy; then the boy would write
notes on his slate, and the eye would read
them and the hand would answer *them;
and all the while the loose boy apparently
would be studying his book.
Now, you may think this is all very
fine, and you may wish that you were like
this boy; but there were some things that
were not very pleasant about it. Like all
boys, he was very forgetful sometimes.
He would get half-way to school some
morning and discover that he had forgot
ten his left ear, and would have to run
all the way back home to get it. Once
he had 'wo of his fingers off, playing
with them, in church; and when the col
lection box was passed around he drop
ped in a finger by mistake, instead of a
; penny, then he cried out loud; "Oh, say,
you’ve got my finger,” and everybody
laughed. Another time his father told him
to run quickly to the drug store and get
some medicine; he jumped up and hasten
ed to the shore, only to find when he got
there that he had fotgotten his head and
couid not ask for what he wanted, be
cause, of course, he didn’t have his mouth
with him. You see. his mother happened
to be washing and combing his head when
he ran out.
But the worst thing of all happened to
him one day as he was coming home from
school. Some bad boys caught him, and
one of them said:
"What did you call me that name for
the other day?”
Now, he had never called the bad boy
a name at all; but, you know, that is a
way bad boys have of doing; when they
want to pick a quarrel and can find no
excuse, they Just walk up to another boy,
usually to one smaller than themselves,
and say: "What did you call me that
name for?" or, "Why did you throw that
brick at me yesterday?” or "What made
you tell the teacher on me?" and then
they go to fighting the little boy.
So these bad fellows met the little loose
boy and asked him why he had called them
names, and then, before he could answer,
they pitched into him and began to pull
him apart. One of them jerked off a leg,
another an arm, another his nose, and
another an ear, and then they scampered
away as fast as they could. So he leaned
up against the fence and cried. And a
policeman came along and pursued the
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boys and arrested them and brought back
to the loose boy all his members.
Now, when the little loose boy got home
and told his parents about what had hap
pened to him. they were much frightened,
and said: “This will not do. What if those
boys had succeeded in getting away; then
our child would have gone through all his
life a cripple. We must do.something at
once to stick him together light."
So they went to the carpenter and said:
"Can you fasten our little boy together
so he won’t come apart?” But the carpen
ter answered: “Why, no. I have only nails
and screws and they would hurt him if I
drive them in.”
Then they went to the paste man—the
man who makes the paste by which the
I bills are stuck on the fences and walls
I—and asked; "Can you paste our little
boy together. Mr. Pasteman, so he won't
come apart?” But the paste man an
swered: "I can stick him together, but if
1 he goes in swimming he will melt apart
and come to pieces.”
i Then they went to the blacksmith and
inquired: “Can you weld our little boy
together?" and the blacksmith replied:
"No; not without heating him red-hot;
and that would burn him too badly.”
Then they went' to the string man, but
i he said that tying the boy up with string
would not be of much use, for somebody
' might untie him. And then they went to
the baker, but found the boy could not be
baked solid without burning; Sand to the
plasterer, and found that plastering would
not stick; and at last they gave up In
despair, and all three, father, mother and
loose boy, sat down upon the edge of the
sidewalk and cried.
They cried and cried and cried. And
they shed so many tears that the gutter
was filled with tear water. And they kept
on crying until the gutter became a river,
a great river of tear-water. Then the little
boy said:
"Let's sail away to a land where there
are no loose people.”
So they got into a boat and sailed away,
away out of sight, and they were never
heard of afterwards.
POWDER AND SHOT.
Precautions Necessary in Handling
Guncotton.
New York, Dec. 2.—We had come into the
store room for torpedoes at the Brooklyn
navy yard and the talk turned to high ex
plosives.
"We have to keep a sharp watch on the
guncotton,” said one of the gunners who
was with me, "to see that it does not get
dry and does not get too acid. There is
never a day goes by on a battleship but
careful inspection is made of the stores
of guncotton. Dip in a piece of litmus pa
lter, and see if it comes out blue; if it does
all is well, but beware if it comes* out
red. 'that means acid, and acid means
danger.”
“What do you do when it comes out
red?” I asked.
"Neutralize the acid. You see, guncotton
deteriorates a lot in an acid solution.”
"Do you always keep the guncotton
wet?"
"Always; that’s one of the first princi
ples. When it’s wet it's safe; when it's
dry it isn't. Let it have all the water it
will soak up, which is about 30 per cent.”
"Suppose you were to touch off some
guncotton here on the ground, what would
happen?”
"Nothing it all, if it wasn't confined. You
might burn a ton of it like cordwood in a
bonfire, and you'd only get a pretty flame.
But pack it in a tin box, even a flimsy
one, and you'll have fun. And of course,
the stronger the box the more fun you’ll
have.”
"How is the guncotton brought here?”
"That depends on where it comes from.
Most of what we use is made in this coun
try, but during the war we imported a
lot from abroad. A few weeks ago 1,800
cases of imported guncotton were landed
here off the steamer that brought it. In
peace times it would have been landed at
Gravesend bay for greater safety, but in
war we have to take changes. That day
ferry boats In New York harbor splashed
by fifty tons of the stuff, and never knew
it.”
“How much guncotton is there In a
case?"
"Just enough for a single load, sixty
pounds. That lot was for the twelve-inch
mortars, that throw a projectile weighing
half a ton.”
"Throw it how far?"
"Oh, five or six miles, and then the gun
cotton explodes.”
The gunner’ went on to tell about the
guncotton that Is used in the torpedoes
carried by the battleships. There is about
a hundred pounds of this in each torpedo,
but it is all packed in the small, pointed
steel head, the long, polished body being
occupied with the machinery for propell
ing torpedo and with the compressed
air reservoir.
“Are the torpedo heads made of hard
ened steel, so as to penetrate armor?" I
asked.
"Oh, no," he said, “they are quite soft,
Just rigid enough to resist the water pres
sure as they are driven through it. The
explosion comes instantly when they strike
the side ‘A a ship."
Then he went into details about tandem
propellors and intricate devices by which
the torpedo’s rudder may be set for any
depth from five to twenty feet. A great
silver fish, the modern torpedo is, twice
as long as a man. with a little deadly head
and a body full of apparatus as delicate
as a chronometer. Each one costs about
$1,000.”
"How many torpedoes are there on a
battleship?”
“Six or eight; that Is, there have been.
But 1 may tell you that in the future It
is likely our big fighting ships like the
Oregon and the Brooklyn will go into
action without any torpedoes aboard. That
is one of the tilings we have learned in
the present war.”
’ "How do you mean?”
”1 mean that torpedoes are too danger
ous against the ship tliui carries them
to make their general use desirable. You
see, if an enemy’s shell happens to strike
one of the torpedoes it Is good-by ship.
That is one reason why the Spaniards suf
fered so cruelly; we succeeded in explod
ing some of iheir torpedoes; and but for
good luck or bad shooting they might
have returned the compliment.”
• Then how will torpedoes be used in the
future?”
“Perhaps on fighting ships specially con
structed to carry high explosives."
"Like the Vesuvius?”
“Yes; except designed for the use of
torpedoes. You know, the Vesuvious
throws dynamite.”
"Is dynamite as dangerous as gun-cot
ton?"
"More dangerous, just as nitro-glycerln
is more dangerous than dynamite. Nitro
glycerin is not used at alt In modern guns.”
Asa final question 1 asked how much
dynamite the Vesuvius throws, and learn-
ed that she has projectiles of two sizes,
one containing 200 pounds of dynamite, the
other containing 500 pounds. And these
she drops at distances ranging from two
to four miles.
With this we left the high explosive
room to take up another part of the sub
ject. Cleveland Moffett.
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THE NIGHT OF THE STRAW RIDE
della lIIDOLEY’S disobedience
AND WHAT CAME OK IT.
It Won 11 Case f Burglary Outright,
nl I .liter tin, Della Discovered
Tim I Possibly Cousin Tir/.uli \\*
Not Sueli a Terrible Tyrant as She
Seemed.
By Emma A. Opper.
I.
Dot knew who had rung, and surely
enough, she opened the door to Harlow
Seaman.
“We're going to meet at Della Rldg
ley’s," he said, “at 7:30 o’clock, and start
from there—What's the matter?” he broke
off.
Dor Dot’s face was lugubrious. “I can't
go, Harlow,” she said.
“Can’t go!" Harlow echoed. “Can’t go
to the straw ride! Why says you can't?"
"Cousin Tirzah,” said Dot, speaking low,
mid Harlow saw that Mrs. Kldred, Dot's
Cousin Tirzah, was in the sitting room,
within hearing, lie backed down Hie
steps, his face twisted with a deep scowl
of indignant sympathy.
"Who was it?" Cousin Tirzah inquired.
‘‘llarlow Seaman,” said Dot; she could
not keep a tremble out of her voice.
“About that straw ride? Well,” said
Cousin Tirzah, "I wouldn't have you go
ing off like that, with a great noisy raft of
youngsters—"
"It's just the boys and girls in our set,”
said Dol.
"Going off goodness knows where,”
Cousin Tirzah pursued “and getting home
goodness knows when!”
"It’s only five miles over to Fanny Good
sell's, and they're coming home real ear
ly," said Dot.
Cousin Tirzah frowned. “If it was a
party right here in town,” she began.
"But you wouldn’t let me go to Sarah
Dyoil's parly last week, nor to Joe Em
ery’s,” said Dot. "nor—”
"That will do,” said Cousin Tirzah. "I
had my reasons, Dorothea. I don't believe
in letting girls of your age go traipsing
off five or six nights in the week to all
kinds of doings. It isn’t good for them. It
wears and tuckers them all out. I’ve got
my good reasons. Dorothea,” said Cousin
Tirzah; she called Dot Dorothea in her
severer moods. “I have your best good at
heart; don’t I always consider your best
good?”
“Yes’m,” said Dot, and she tried to think
about that. Cousin Tirzah was good to
h< r. She was a very distant cousin, hut
when Dot’s father had died and left her
alone, being a widow and very comforta
bly off, Cousin Tirzah had taken Dot. And
she had given her a good home, the best of
L®i kO
IT WAS CERTAINLY A MAN S VOICE.
homes. Dot knew it, and she was grate
ful.
But, O dear! If only Cousin Tirzah did
not have such strange ideas about girls.
Dot did so dearly love a good lime now
and then. It was only now and then; it
was not five or six times a week; It was
not "traipsing”—it was not enough to
"tucker her out." All the other girls
could go and have fun enough to talk
about for a week afterward. Dot gave a
tremulous great sigh, almost a sob.
“Dorothea,’ said Cousin Tirzah. "I
thought you were more sensible. Can't
you put your mind where it ought to
be?”
Dot strove to put it where Is should he.
She tried to eat her supper cheerfully, but
an hour after supper she found that her
mind was still just where it had been.
“I’ve got a kind of a headache,” she
said, forlornly. "I guess I’ll go to bed,
Cousin Tirzah."
"A.ready? Very well. Take my cam
phor bottle,” said Cousin Tirzah.
Up in her room Dot leaned out at the
window. The moon was almost full and
the world bright beneath it. What a night
for the straw ride! Hark she heard some
of them going past, on thielr way to Della
Ridgley’s, talking and laughing and “car
rying on.” She listened to the last mer
ry echo. A big, hot tear splashed down
on the sill.
Suddenly she Jumped to her feet. She
looked at herself in the dim glass. Such
nn amazing idea had come into her head
that she could scarcely believe it was she
who had thought of it. She began to
breathe fast. if she only dared to do
ill She had not been anywhere for so
long—she had misted all the good times.
It’ she only dared!
It was not much after 7:30; perhaps they
had not started yet; perhaps if slu* hur
ried she might catch them. She pinned
her hat on. Afterward sin wbndered how
she had ever done it. how she had car
ried out to hold a determination. She tied
a fresh rihaon round her neck, with trem
bling lingers, and sho found her heart
beating high, site stole down the stairs.
The back doors were fastened for the
night. Dot soltly unfastened and opened
a window and elimbtgi out. "I can eon.e
buck in tills way," she thought. “Cousin
Tirzah won’t notice that it's open."
'She hurried through the garden and
climbed the back fence; the shortest cut
to Della Kidgley . was aerecs lots. And,
in spite of all her dreadful, gnawing
qualms, site pulsed joy. She was free; she
was going on the straw ride, and she was
recklessly happy.
Site ran through a, stubbly rye field, and
through a wide iKisture. it was Mr. Em
ery's pasture; In the middle of it, easting
Its black shadow on the moon-lit ground,
was a large barn, old, and unused, ex
cept for storing hay. Dot, scudding pant
this barn witli no thought of timidity,
caught a sound, and the sound brought tier
to a standstill. It was certainly a man's
% oice. *e *
Dot stood and quivered with fright. The
man was in the old burn. He was not
uione—there was sons body p> whom ho
was speivkin®. W ho were they?Trumps?Ttl©
idea was terrifying; Dot became possessed
of a great fear of passing that barn. What
If they saw her? They might. She did
tho only thing she dared do—she stepped
into the shadow of the barn, and flattened
herself against the building and stood
there, trembling.
For a moment, though now, through the
wide eraeks, she could hear plainly tile
voices within, her fright confused her un
derstanding. 7'hen she pricked her ears.
Whose voice was that? She knew quite
well that site laid heard it before.
“Wisht there wa’n’t such a moon,” the
man was saying: “it’s to light."
“That won’t cut lassj.v," was the re
joinder.
"Well, I guess ’twonfc, at l o'clock or so.
Folks here go to bed with the chickens,
anyhow.”
Yes. Dot knew the voice. It was Dur
fee Jackson's. Dur.i. Jackson! The
thought of him made Dot shiver. For
Durfee Jackson was a ne'er-do-well, and
worse. Once lie had been Cousin Tlrzah's
hi riel man, until tils unsteadiness had
cans,.l his discharge, lie had been always
til bad compnnyj, and family he had drift
ed out of town, and no more was known
of him until he had been arrested ‘n
Brighton, and hud served two years in
jail, for breaking into the Brighton poai
ofllce.
And this was Durfee Jackson again!
Dot heard a match snap; they were light
ing their pipes, and talking, with frequent
rough laughter, of matters whose Import
Dot did not comprehend.
And then, suddenly:, “ 'Twon't he no
kind of risk about it,” said Durfee Jack
son. “I know every inch o' the place; I
worked there once.”
“Which house did you say ’twas?”
“Big, yaller one with cupola on top,
and porch all round. I know it like it
1 book—pshaw! know where she keeps her
money and all about It.” Durfee Jack
son laughed. "Keeps it locked up in a
secretary upstairs."
“Easy busted,” said the other.
“I should say so, ruther,” said Durfee
Jackson, with the swaggering voice that
Dot knew. “There's silver and stuff, too;
the old lady's well off. She's got enough
spoons to—”
“Any man there?”
“Nop. Feller that works for her goes
home nights. I've found that out. There’s
Just her and a woman that does the work,
and a little gal.”
The "little gai" leaned against the barn's
side. She felt as if her heart had quite
Btopjied heating; she wanted to scream,
and she pressed her hands over her mouth.
She had heard enough; a child, even,
might Lave understood it. Her thoughts
were like lightning flashes. Durfee Jack
son. who had robbed a postofiice—he, und
another man, that night, at 1 o’clock—the
yellow house with the cupola, cousin Tlr
zah’s house—the money in the secretary
upstairs. And nobody there but cousin Tir
zah und Janet and herself.
A great wave of something stronger than
fear swept Dot—lndignation. Durfee Jack
son, to ire moaning to break into Cousin
Tlrzah's house- and steal her money! it
was too awful to believe.
She thought swiftly. She knew exactly
what she should do. She had lost her ter
ror. Even if they saw her, even if they
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Chased her—she drew her skirls closely
about In r and gave a long bound and ran
across the field like a dot r.
When she was suit- out of sight of the
bqrn she stopped to breathe. Then sho
ran on. Hiram Sin Urn was the sheriff, and
he lived half a mile strulglit up the road.
He was sitting smoking by Ills sitting
room lamp uud reading the county news
paper. when Dot lafrst in without knock
ing and told her story all in one shaking
breath. He laid down bis paper and took
off Ills glasses und looked at her.
“Just say that again," he said; and by
the time Dot had repeated it more coher
ently he was ready with his answer.
"Go home," he said, in conclusion, “and
go to sleep II you can, and don’t say a
word to Mrs. Kldred about the business;
it would just get her rousted up. You can
trust me. Dot.”
11.
When Dot went home from school at
noon tlie next day sho found Cousin Tlr
zuli in u rocking chair on the porch. And
her face showed most plainly -that she was
seriously agitated.
Dot sat down on the top step and folded
her hands, and waited.
"Dot," said Cousin Tirzah, "did you
hear any rumpus here last night?"
"Yes’m, 1 did. I—l was awake; I didn’t
Ble< p much last night," said Dot, faintly.
"H ull Do you know how many people
have been here this morning?”
"No," said Dot.
"Well,” said Cousin Tirzah, “all the
neighbors have been here, and tho minis
ter and Dr. Parks. The house has been
pretty nearly full.”
"Has It?" Dot murmured.
"1 shouldn’t have known what to make
of It,” a;nd Cousin Tirzah, "but Hiram
Sheldon came first of ull, and he had a
story to tell me, Dot.”
“Did he?” was all Dot could say.
"Did tie! He told me,” said Cousin Tir
zah, "that Durfee Jackson and another
man tried to break into this house last
night, and that he, with some others,
were here watching for them, and caught
them, and thui they are In the lockup now.
And he said if it had not been for you,
Dot, he would have known nothing about
it.”
“No; he wouldn't have,” said Dot.
“Well!” said Cousin Tirzah, looking
hard at Dot's averted face, the one cheek
she could see was as red as peony.
"Well, what were you doing near Mr.
Emery's hay barn last night? You, Dot,”
said Cousin Tirzah, in a gasp of total per
plexity
"Cousin Tirzah,” said Dot, courageously
meeting her eyes, "I was going to tha
straw ride. I didn’t go to bed. I—l Just
thought I’d go on the straw ride; and I
got out of the back window, and I ran. I
went 'cross lots, because it was late, and
going across Mr. Emery's pasture I heard
those men In the barn, and I got scared
and stopped, and I was so close I heard
what they said. That's how It happened
—that's all.”
"All!" said Cousin Tirzah. She folded
her arms anil rooked her foot. Dot believ
ed that she was waiting to find words
siroug enough to express her stern, her
crushing displeasure.
I "Cousin Tirzah,” she said, “I was awful
wicked, I know I was.”
"Well,” said Cousin Tirzah, "I had S4OO
In the house last night. I was going to
take It to the bank yesterday, but some
thing hindered me. If Durfee Jackson
had got that money It wouldn’t have been
any Joke, would It? I'm afraid, Dot, you
couldn't have had that new red dress this
winter that I've promlsi and you," said Cou
sin Tirzah. And Dot looked at her. Some
how her tone was not Just exactly what
she had braced herself to meet.
“Cousin Tirzah,” she cried, "I don’t be
lieve you understand! I was dreadfully
bad. Why, I was going to run away and
go on the straw ride, when you told mo
I couldn't.”
“Y'es," said cousin Tirzah, looking at the
aster bed; "so you said."
"And I left the window unlocked eo I
could get in when I came home, and if I
hadn't found It out about Durfee Jack
son, and if he had come— ’’
“He could have got in without any trou
ble,” said cousin Tirzah. “It's a good
thing It turned out the way It did, Dot.”
“But, cousin Tirzah," said Dot; she
could hardly believe her ears; nor her
eyes. Cousin Tirzah was almost smiling.
“Dot,” said cousin Tirzah, “now answer
me. You wanted lo go on that straw ride
terribly bad, didn’t you?”
“Awful bad,” said Dot.
"I have never known you to deceive me,
Dot,” said cousin Tirzah, thoughtfully.
“Never before. You must have been about
crazy to go, or you would never have done
it. Dot, L rather think I ought to have let
you go."
"O, cousin Tirzah!” said Dot.
“Yes, I do. I shouldn't wonder tf I’d
got too many old fogy notions about girls.
It’s been sort of brought home to me. I
shouldn't wonder—Dot,” said Cousin Tir
zah, abruptly, “how would you like to
have a party yourself? Next week, say?”
"O, Cousin Tirzah!" said Dot again.
"How would you like a candy pull?
When I was a girl we thought there wasn't
anything to beat a candy pull. You can
Invite Harlow Seaman and Della Ridglew
and all the rest, Just as many as you want.
What do you say?”
Dot said nothing at all. Her lips quiv
ered and her eyes brimmed over with sim
ple Joy. She went and threw her arms
around cousin Tlrzah's neck and hugged
her tight and gave her a sounding kiss.
—“I fell over the rail,” said the sailor,
“and the shark came along and grabbed
me by the leg.”
"And what did you do?”
"I let him have the leg. I never dis
putes with u shark.”—Tit-Bits.
—A Matter of Horseflesh.—First Ashman
—l’ve got $5, and now I’m going to buy me
a horse.
Second Ashman—Tell you what, BUI,
better watt till you get five more an’ buy
u good one.—Truth,
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