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TIME8-ENTE3.PRISB, THOMASVILLE, DECEMBER 9, 1904.
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MOTHERLESS.
1,
n otsuxc* uiu eoim jtn*
Bans»mull, *ortrt unall, _ , Si sra* HH», 16 very poor,
Ttat dim »he vetoed to cars, j ? ; Th»t MW, «inc« aha bad died,
Vans eaay Juat to paas bim bjr, , Hu Itemed a tiny threadbare coat
* T’orzettinjt he waa thara; With nothing much isaide;
JJnt tboagh too alight a thing ha named Bnt, ah, a treaanra ha concealed.
Of internet to be— And aiked of none relief:
' t had loved himnrith a lore Hie ehebby little hoeom hid ,
A mighty, grown-up grief.
■tPM
•H'fn h~
Woman’i Deception
%. aj
*t Lloyd williams
eception :V I I
Atnil ” «/LJ
stood listening. If wdl
I the most delightful sound
that can roach h musician's
ears—one of iili own com-
! poelilons being played by a
plete stranger. It Is all tbe more
delightful when tbe composer la nat
entitled to tbe niljeetlvfl "papnkr,"
end tets not often sabmlttM to tbe ex-
l “bne or two people who knew what
they .were talking about need Yu say
that If Obarllo Barnard had not been
torqyo enormously rich be would bore
■ottered something considerable in mn-
•heal art. As It was be had written
hoMfr two pieces of real merit, which,
howeror, not being designed to tickle
tha public ear, wera known only to a
sutatf-band of cMhbisseurs.
| ■'Tbe piece In question was a “Danse
des t feea,” a delicate, artistic little
.wSH^of which an emlaeat ptofessor,
iwha wouldn't have stooped to flattery
*e Vave Ills life, had Said: “If It were
l»t so .thoroughly original It might
writteh by Mendelssohn."
Bnt bis publishers did not taka Uhir-
Ter ? «6'lng gen-
watt,'With me* CMWAVrclal faculty
nett excellently developed, and tbe
? c »<° rn,), >' neglected,
they looked upon him as a wealthy ««-
•#«, sdio met the cost of pnhllcatlon
W* » Mtdflhfe ’ face and hared tittle
•bant profits. '8a the general public
■eirccly knaps, of. tbo. existence of a
Vomposcr wh6 might have added a lit
tle luatre to bla country’s somewhat
doubtful reputation In music.
f "He stood there listening with n smile
anBP&^ikStszr
acy and not n little taste, nnd hlb hands
jimpHlpnipr heat Urns *> tbs rhythm
tWhfle nls head nodded''approval.
Ha had come te Switzerland tot h
ramble, and hid*not expected to be
greeted by the sound of one of his own
works. Presently, the music ceased,
and a moment later n lady enmo out hi
a8HersBte&"3
dressed end undeniably pretty. "Mar-
•fadtj.tcflecteiV Chorles Barnard, "but”
Th •ieomd'tBongbta—“a widow.”
I Their tyca met. In a email Swiss ho-
HI It fc f Ssslble to apeak even to a
pretty woman without an Introduction
If she gives one a reaaonable excuse.
| Her eyes. In addition to being bright
•nd Intelligent, were agreeable, and be
bowed. “I fancy I have to thank yon
for an unusual pleasure,” he said with
• smile..VVt fruit often I hear my cora-
poiltlons’ playhd so charmingly. In
fact, to.tell you the truth, It Isn’t often
that I hear them played at all.”
She looked at him for a moment In
doubt Then her face flushed a little
wtth pleasure. "Are yon then, Mr.
Charles Barnnrd?" she asked,
ftn^m that much neglected Individ
ual. he said, "in this case, bowever,
^S^STh&'hUlnfciJvi, lilting for
another, that odd sense of cemtair-
Bity of interest, which my yemig i*eo-
plo mistake for Jove at first sight. They
.were not exactly very young; she was
perhaps eight and twenty and be was
about seven years older, but they were
Miffof the community of
, VI am vm fond of music,” she said,
"i,think I!duly aay, without affectation,
I am paialonalcly fond of it, and, of
course, I admire , ypur 'Danao lies
Fees,’. I suppose everybody does who
knows It"
W -Porhaps so," he sold, with a kind of
cheerful cynicism. “That is to sny, It
a score of my lntl-
Bhe opened her eyes wide. “Is It not
ffpplar D she Asl^ed.
“Never likely to be,” be said, with a
Shrug.
I “Whyr
I "Heaven alono know*!" he said, care-
lastly. "Between ouraclres, I suppose
It Isn't good enough.”
(i'7 f gou were not to dellKlUfully
Trthk I should believe you were Ashing
for a compliment,” she said, with a
tMtii jt
' "I Ramiro your playing of it,’* he re
marked, bluntly.
8he looked at him with a pretty little
ftucker of doubt. “Please don’t make
fame of me.” alio said. “I had not
Idea the compoier was within earshot.”
ItywlU be found generally that the
*4ofraNimty or interest” game begins
•with a liberal display of coiupllmen-
■tifzss on the excellence of her
playing, and she continued to took
doubtful, as if she were not quite sure
that he was not making game of her,
than which nothing was farther from
Ida mind.
Bnt they became very friendly. There
.were motaiMns to be climbed and they
Ctlmbed Mem.together. Mrs. Weston
gras active M4 unaffected. She was
troabled VS nothing of tbe weakness
sometimes ascribed to ber sex, and did
not tnrq faint, or demand physical sup-
port at exciting moments. Sbe climbed
quite as wall as he did and seemed to
Music was tabooed from tbe conver
sation at his request.
"I Uve In an atmosphere ot mnsre.''
Be nld, “and I tare cone to Switzer
land for freeh air. I write stuff that
nobody wants to bear, and yon play
staff written by me/ So we ere bound
together by the bond of eeec-ulriiHty.'
She looked athWcrirliusly. He wqs
not (be ttiflft fhusiclah ebe.had Wier, but
he Wined ti be ‘unite ‘UMrer'ent from
ber notion of what* composer ought to
be. Hls bstr Vvns not long and bis deeds
wa* 'hot slovenly. He looked like a
lawyer or a doctor, clean, cheerful and
very like a man.
The late Josepb Weston, nn excellent
old gentleman, who tad been so
thonghtfnl as to kmass a fortune by a
conscientious study of tbe dress trade,
waa no believer in music, except ns tilt
after-dinner form of amrtlc'uient, and
never could be persuaded to regard It
as * awib'us business.
bonseqaently his pretty widow looked
upon musclclans as abe bad found
them, organists, teachers and fiftlnrato
vocalists, slightly feeble people, in 'a
chronic state ,ef poverty, and blessed
with »» Widurtng thirst.
totals man puzzled ber. Sbe liked
him—quite apart from muslp—and she
could never have liked the queer peo
ple who occasionally enme to tbo late
Joseph Weston's pleasant villa.
4b they became more Intimate they
became more confidential. Mr. Barn-
nrd beard all about the late Mr. Jot.
Weston, of whom she apoke with sin
cere affection, and sbe let blm know,
In that Indirect way only pottlble to
women, that she was wealthy.-
“You don’t often beard of a man
making a fortune by tousle," hi 'said-..
She Was silent for a morncht -and
then said; .‘‘Bat royalties ort'cotn por
tions should bring l'<14 largo Income.”
I havi published twenty or thirty
little pieces,” he said, with. it. smile,
"and I can lay. my band on my heart
and state tbat I.have never earned ont
of the lot enough to buy mo a suit of
clothes.”
Her face clouded sympathetically.
“And yet you go on working?” she
said.
I write stuff because I like writing
It,” he said, simply. Charles Barnard
always spoke of his work r.s "stuff;"
ho was perhaps one of tbo most genu
inely modest men In the world. It was
not that he took a ridiculous view of
bla powers; be seldom thought about
himself at all.
'I suppose teaching pays beat,” sbe
remarked.
“On the whole, It does,” he said.
Some men make quite respectable
Incomes by It.”
lie didn't mention tbat bo had never
had occasion to give a music lesson ill
his life, because h6 was not given to
discussing himself.
"It toust bo terrible to be obliged
to waste one's powers and energy ou
the drudgery of an art, when one has
capacity for really good,work," she
said, wistfully.
It Is,” bo said, thinking of ono or
twA good fellows be knew, who woro
struggling for fame In tho midst of
poverty. “I know more than one man
who might turn out renlly excellent
work, if be didn't have to earn a liv
ing."
And ah? treasured the saying In ber
heart, thinking It applied to himself.
They lingered on for nearly a month
In tho cheap, little hotel—for It was
outside the beat of the ordinary tour-
1st—dolly becoming more necessary to
cscb,otbcr.
Of course be didn’t propose. Men
seldom propose In real life. It la only
In story books that they any “Will
you!” and the lady hides her blushing
face, and whispers “Yes."
But It came to much tbe same thing
In the long run. One night they were
strolling back to the hotel. She was
tired, and he made her toke bis arm.
There happened to be no other visitors
about, and they went onto tbo veranda,
and gazed ou the mountain they bad
climbed some half desen times.
He put his arm round her wnlst, and
she submitted. It Usd not occurred
to him to do such a thing before, and If
ho bad she would probably have
laughed at blm, and called him to or-
dcr. Rut the psychological moment
bad arrived. Perhaps It was the "com
munity of Interest;" perhaps there Is,
after ,alt, something stronger, much
traduced though it la by novelists and
poets.
When the wished bim good-night, he
kissed her. She laughed at him softly,
but not a word was said about a deep
and dignified passion.
"I’m afraid this mountain air Is get-
ting into our beads,” she remarked.
•Makes one feel bull)', doesn’t ltT’
he said, unpoettcally. . 1
But he spoke tbe next morning of
their being married as if it were all
arranged. 1
‘Are we going to be married?" shs
asked, rtlslng ber eyebrows.
We sre. if yon think you can trust
yourself to me,” he observed.
"I think I might be willing to do
that," sbe said, quietly, “if you really
wish it.”
I do," he replied. "I have never
before told a woman tbat I loved her.”
You haven't mentioned It to me
yet," she said, with a twinkle in her
eyes; “but I think I understand what
you mean. What about your career!”
' He looked at her Id katenlahhieik
Hit career t Hi had Sever beard oi It,
and would not bare thought of using
ouob q word.
“Perhaps my—my money may help
you to make a name,” sbe said, rather
timidly.
Then he understood: It acMunted
tor bne or two odd remarK* she, tad
made. She MlSVP'd him to be a strug-
fcn'nSJ Vnualcfan, fighting against long
odds.
“I hope you don't reckon on my be
coming famona,,” be said. . VI. don't
know tbat I bare ever tried to be!
thiRjgh I wilt become ebergeile, If you
Will It But you ought to understand
tbat I tare not been hampered by lack
of funds."
Tben be gave ber a rough Idea of
the very satisfactory state of bla'
finances.
"What * sham pi", .(the,. Midi "*
iolhg to help a atrug-
gllng genius.”
“Yon may help a struggling man,”
be said, gravely, “but not a struggling
genlna. Yon would bare accepted me,
even If I bad been penniless.”
“I bad accepted yon; you Insisted
upon It,” sbe said, laughing, "But I'm
not at all offended at bearing the trot
state of affairs. At least, tye can never
kdspeCl 'one another bf being mercen
ary." , , \ .
They were itrilllhg back to the hotel,
after a morning ramble.
Suppose we go In and have some
music,” be said. ‘‘Isn't It fqnny, I
haven’t beard yon play since tbe day
I arrived?"
She turned scarlet from her, chin td
w brow) tat bp did jW( ill ,.
'1 Veinembcr standing and listening
td If," be continued, happily. “I be-
lleve my heart went ont to yon at once.
Hello! Whnt's tbo matter?”
Sbe turned white. “I—I have de
ceived you horribly,” she laid. “But,
really, I hardly gavo It a thought. I
can’t play the plono at all."
He looked at ber In astonlabment.
"Then who wac It?” he asked. "I'll
swear there hasn't been anyone stay
ing at the hotel with a touch like that.”
It waa one of those mechanical
things,” she said, weakly. “You know,
yon wind them bp, and they strike the
notes, It-lt had been, scut td the hotel
pit uBhrivitl; nud.tyha token hway next
dap t happened, td put In your piece,
and when ydti chose to think I had
been playing If, I—I—I let you.”
„ She waa nearly crying, because she
couldn't understand the expression on
hla face. What about tho "community
of Interest” now? nc waa a musician;
she was not.
I’m awfully sorry,” »he whispered,
wltb trembling, lips. “I didn't mean to
deceive you. In fact, I meant to tell
you, but—but I forgot.”
They had seated themselves on tho
veranda, and he bad tossed his cap
aside. Now he reached It, and stuck
It on hit head—askew; as usual. .
Where are you going?" she asked.
I’m going Into the toVvn to sed If
that Jeweler chap has anything docent
Id the way of rings,” ho said. “You
had better come with me.”
“All right," she said, meekly.
"And, look here,” be added, "don't
yon tell anyone tbat I don't know tbs
difference between one of those me
chanical things, a pianola, r.nd a human
being, But I’m rather glad you don't
piay."
"Arc you really?’’ she gasped.
“One person In the bouse Is quite
enough,” be said, with a grin. “Do you
like dlamondt?”—Now York Weekly.
Mo riftQO For tho Cow.
A young woman of great, perhaps
too great, aenslblllty begged to bo en-
cused from visiting an aunt who lived
In an old-fnabioned bouse, where pic
tures of a certain period wore In evi
dence. “There Is an engraving of a
blacksmith's shop in the dining room!”
said she, hysterically. “You can’t ex
pect me to eat my dinner there. I
smell tho hoofs.”
A similar criticism camo from one
who suffered not from over refinement,
but from something quite different.
Sho was a woman of recently acquired
wealth who, says the New York Trlh-
une, went into an art gallery and
asked for a painting of a certain
size.
“I have Just what you want,” sr.U
the dealer.
Ho showed her a beautiful nnlnnl
painting, but she looked at It for a few
minutes, and then shock her head.
It won’t do,” she said. “I want till:
picture for my drawing room."
“But It’s a beautiful thing, ventured
the dealer.
Not for a drawing room,” renounced
the woman, conclusively. “You couldn't
haver a tow la a drawing room.”
Tli* Revolving Homo Again.
Two French gentlemen—Fr. Pel!?-
grin nml M. E. retit, an archil:ct, cf
Paris—have jlcslgncd a method cf
erecting houses cn rotating jlatforuS,
fetfAVfi SECRET AflBSm .
OME year* ago a good deal
of excitement Waa caused
In India by the ar.-ett at
Poeihawur of e Kusalan
,py (iSmed Ppablno. He
bad been A dftllODiatiili hut
fell !nJo disgrace and had to leave tbe
•crvice.
He wos suspected of having secretly
ascertained tbe condition of military
and tribunal affair* along the Afghan
frontier, and lie was going on through
tbe Khjrtier Pass to Cabul to make
propositions 15 the ABI8M 8f AflfbflBli'
tan. Nothing definite could be proved
against him, and be waa simply de-
ported to Russia.
A Russian officer nampd Stolletoff,
disguised ns a Persian physician, ac
tually did penetrate to Cabul some time
before and caused a whole lot 'of Iron-
ble In the relation* of Afghanistan
hnd England, He returned safely and
tose td. tho fa nk #r. oauasl to the
Russian Army, ns did also ufUdeKoIri
another famona Central Aslan spy.
One of the bravest and most success-
ful of the secret agents in Turkestan
was Fnzll Beg, a Russianized Kbtvan.
During the Turcoman campaign be
went backward and forward hundreds
bt time* ..between the lliiwlatt lines
jtno the 1 . Ttitedmni! eneampibenik Slid
gained invninable information.
Many thrilling Stories of bln exploits
are told by Russian officers IVbo .toojf.
part In that campaign. Ho was de-
tectod once, ns he sat aronnd n camp-
fire with some Turcomans.
They overpowered blm and bound
bln, with ropes. Intending to torture
blm at their leisure until he revealed
Russian secrets. He watted until tbe
cntnpflre burned low, pretending to be
asleep.
Tbe Turcoman* curled iip to lUelf
blankets, one by one, until only two
Werd HU guard, some little distance oC.
•riieii l-'asil Heg Mik’d War to the fire,
picked up il gldwihg Siiele Wjfh ilia
teeth and burned through the fOpOS
which liound his bands and feet.
Silently he stole toward the sentry
who was guarding the horses and cam
els, gripped blm by tbe throat from
the back, drew the man's own dagger
from bis girdle and stabbed blm to tbe
heart.
Then be cut loose tbe heel rope of
tbe liorse and fled across tho desert.
Tbe other sentry fired nt blm, but he
wns only slightly wounded. Tbe Turco
mans gave ebase. In vain.
Tbe Russian secret agent sometimes
baa a strikingly varied career. Goa-
podlii Lessor la a case to point.
He Started as a railway surveyor,
but spewed sncli marked ability that
be was sooil enipldyM Its fl Secret
agent. Hla special line of work was
exploring untraveled parts of Central
Asia, but tbe Impelling motive of all
bis explorations was tbo making of
military surveys.
No risk appalled him. He dwelt for
years among tribes bitterly bostlle to
tha Russians and was never detected.
When tbo Russian advance to Herat
enraged England, hnd Waf Seemed
probable, I-essnr went to' Loudori in
the capncity of n famous explorer to
write up tbe Russian side of the case.
With tile aid of Madame Novlkoff; he
gained admission to the Columns of
the best English newspapers anil tbretk
dust In the eyes of the British public
most cleverly. He posed as a disin
terested scientific mnn who happened
to know that Russia bad not renlly
made nuy material advance! in Central
Asia.
His articles were accepted n» gospel
and had a powerful effect In calming
the British tnlnd. Not nntll long after
ward was It realised tbat be was an
agent of tile Russian Government.
This versatile mnn won subsequently
employed In the diplomatic service, and
be Is now Minister to Chinn—perhaps
tbe most difficult place a Russian diplo
mat can Oil.—New York Sun.
ALONE IN MID-OCEAN.
To be capsized when sailing a sloop
across tbe smalieet of ponds appears
to tbe fresh water sailor oufflcently
perilous. To bo npaet In midocean
froffi * blltajoemfoot croft, with no help
near, Would SppMf eertaln death.
Ludwig Elsenbaum, howOvef, who has
recently completed a trip acfqio tho
Atlantic in so small a vessel, speaks of
It, says the New York Herald, as one
Of the “Incidents" of his Journey, and
t» bo regretted chiefly because he lo*t
bis wdteif flfld florae ef ble euppllea.
Elsenbaum In a sellof who bellavod
that If be went alone across the IWeon
b* could make money by exhibiting
himself •« Aim. museums—a belief
which events' EM M$e!y shattered.
One morning when he* ffta Wttl out
to eca and wns riding out a southeast-'
erly gale In comfort, with tbe head of
hla sloop held to the wind by n heavy
drag or “sea anchor,” the line to tbe
drag snddonly parted, and tbe vessel
fell off Into tbe trongb of tbe sea.
”f kitew What wae coming then,” he
says, "but could do nothing except
hold on. As my boat dipped Into tbe
valley, I eaw a sea toppling over mo
Hist looked like a mile blgb. Tbe next
moilicflf the host waa keel up. and I
waa pawing, if ft* *Mel, trying to find
bold. . .
“I bad put 800 pounds of rock MV
last along the keel, and had fastened it
l« place wltb boards. That weight,
now oh {Si}; brought tbe boat right side
up In a harry,’ liM, f climbed In—a
heavy Job with my sei VdtltA Sfld oll-
sklua on. Luckily, I had scrowe# ff»W
tbe cap to my water tanks, so my tttio
water was uninjured. But my watch
RISKS LIFE SAVING MINERS.
The story of one of tbe most gallant
deeds In the history of the anthracite
coal fields has Just been learned from
the lips of three men who were saved
front dentil by William’ Watkins,
Welsh miner, of Edwardsvllie, Pa.
Watkins Is employed In tbe No. 4
colliery of tbe Kingston Coal Company,
where a heavy explosion of gas oc
curred. With tbe other miners, not
knowing what might fpllow, he rushed
for tbe surface, but before he reached
tbe shaft he stopped, realizing that
the explosion may have Injured some
men, who were probably lying help-
lesa, waiting for succor. He knew
.u , • . . that burns caused by nn explosion
so that the bulldljj ca , be n.-u.c to ( ie id 0m killed outright, but tbat the sur
face In r:>;■ required direction at a ty .
time. Tbe platform iv supported cn ]
two concentric wails, th_- Inner cham
ber to be made contalnins u stairway,
and tbe axla of rotation ?s cccuplcil
by a shaft through which pass the sun-
ply and waste pipes of the house. .V '
gas or petrol engine Is employed tc
move tbe plntfcrm, end If necessary i
It can be used to drive clockwork which
will enable the house front to follow
tho aun during the day.—Larc'* i
I*oIcontns Sheep.'
Half a band of 700 sheep belonriiiR
to C. A. Estes ami B. F. Lyul;>. two
largo sheep ownern who reside la AI-
turas, were poisoned this week by salt
petre. For months the sheep and cat
tle men have been engaged In a contro
versy, one intent on driving tEe other
from the ranges. Several times entire
bands of sheep have beeu nearly wiped
cut of existence. The last sufferers
claim they will hunt down the guilty
parties, and strenuous times are looked 1 coal all beneath It. Watkins realized
forward to.-Sau Francisco Call.
focatlng afterdamp more often proved
fatal, so he stopped and turned back.
For the next threerquarters of an
hour he faced death at any minute.
He Rays that he thought of his wife
and children, but despite this did whst
he believed to be his duty.
He found the explosion was In Pugh’s
slope. Tho afterdamp was heavy.
Fearing another explosion, he blew out
his lamp and then had to proceed with
the utmost caution, throwing bits of
coal in front of biro and Judging by the
sound ns they fell whether It was safe
to go
Soon he heard groans and knew he
had reached tbe scene of the explo
sion. The first mnn he found was
“Joe” HInshok, burned and helpless,
and aa be felt about for him he heard
above him u creaking. It was the
warning given by the roof, which
might fall nt any minute and crush
under hundreds of tons of rock and
hesitate. He put Hlnzbok j
back and carried , blm eut Blr
MM there were other* further
AT THE GRAVE Of BURNS.
tack".*! ezrrita.him out^ffifirt* gj* tlrat'" •
Watklnx went task for them. Cake*
of rock were falling from Mto «»f, and
It threatened to fall every oecorid, bnt
be climbed down tbe wreck ztrewtt
•lope until be found Brlnley Davto
wedged Udder a Mattered car. It took
blm ten ffilfltrti* et more io «>«•»
Darla, and tben be caffled
elope to i place of oafety.
a cry for help further down and onco
more descended, found young Henry
trUHams, helpless and badly Injured,
and carried Hitt to safety.
He bad bard# hi&lfA the top of
tile slope when, with a nolle Hz* Ibtra-
der, the roof caved In. If this Bod
occurred thirty seconds aooner be and
Williams would have been crushed
to death. .
Tito three men,-who are recovering,
have (SV* . Ibe etory, end Watkinn.
loath to talk itUMH Hit ays merely, “All
I did wa* my duty."**** *»* H#T-
xtd.
i m».
Bead T ean, and yet w imn* »
7 , Vou feel him near.
Acrom th*fields you see hunitand.
Upon hi* pwif he reets a hand,
AJdfromfiielyrlobpeaP*®® *
Sweet song you netr#
Ha waa the toiler’s troutadenrj *
He had Chriat’e paeaion to* «* P 00 ^
Hi* chanty. *
And Bnddha’. P“V^le *5' .
He wept and sang abovejhe wp» .
Of mavis, field mouse, dmef low, 1
And ruined tree,
He glorified life'* homelier ptef*"",
The love tost thrilled the peasant heart*
ine love , nd T , m . J
The dignity of toil ha caught, "if
The brotherhood of mitt -
And ‘hroujh^hie ehortone^rae be loughg
He It* through rank and wealth* sod
The pnmai* kinship of the rare, »
The ancient wrong
He emote with cures*, Job* and
With Rabelais’ laugh and
To wake men s hopes, diapsl their icara>—
This was his song.
bis speech love’s classic tango#*'
H*W his pfowman songs are sung
In every clime. —
And while true hearte in fnendihip beat
Shall awell that ohoru*, e:mp,e. aweet-
(Dear Shade! these etrein* thy memry
greet^
“Auld Lang Aynt."
Love'* aireetext bard, cirri*'* tendered
Before hie tomb «<c*id* every ontf • -
Abaxhcd and mute—
Hi* epitaph he made'mroll
Warombta tn-dianipoli* Naw*.
•r
—Henry 1
BILL NYE AS A
dairyman.
Succeeded *•
“When I trze young nnd used t®
roam around over the country, salb-,
erlng watermelons bf (!w light of tbo
iiiti&Ot I- used to think I cottld milk any.
body’s cW* but I don’t think «o now.
I do not milk flto cow unless the sign
1* right, and It hasn't been right for a
good many years. Tbe last cow I tried
to milk wa* n common cow, bom it*
nbseurlty, kind of a self-made cow. *
remember her brow wns low, but (be
woro her tall blgb; nnd abe warn
haughty. oh, no hnuglriy. I mad* a
commonplace remark to her, one that
Is used In the vary best society; onw
that need not give offense. I anld ‘So,
and slie ‘Soed.’ Tbed I told her to
'ffffl*/ nnd abe 'Hlstcd.* But I thought
sbe oveYfff* it Sho put too much ex
pression to -it just tben I beard some
thing crash through tbo window Of thee
bam and fall wltb a ttug-alckcninc
thug—on the outside.
"Tito neighbors came to Bed what It
. was <ilfi« flaused the nolso. They found
wos gone, and all my provisions tbnt . tUttt j bad-ditto it In getting through
were not in cans were ruined.” tbo window. 1 MM tbe neigborn Jf
Elsenbaum was seventy-six dayz thc barn was „tlll *t(ttiding. They said
alono at oca, during which time be , „ wnr Then I asked them if tho
apoko thr»# steamer*. From one of | cow waa injured mneb. They anld
them he secured l cbflsp watch. When i •eemed quite robust > Then I ro
be approached Madeira hfl hoisted tho quested them to go in and calm the cow
American flag. A lookout reported to I a |i tHCl an d sec if they could get ajr
tbe AHtotlcan Consul 'that a man-of* plug hat off her horns.
war's boat was coming In under sail.
The Consul sent tuga to tb» reacne,
and the report was cabled that an
American battleship bad foundered
somewhere In tbat neighborhood.
Tbe levanty-slx day* at >ea did not
g rove lonesome, ««y* the mariner, and
t! foUtid itornu no ennse of worry, be-
cS’isC hhlle fidtofi them out to u ace-
anchor he.#fi#id flleeji III comfort. But
he wad dlss’pporoted in bt# ltotto of
profit, and bad to’ sell hla +eflsei find
come borne In tbe steerage;
'I am bt^ing all my milk now (tC
a milkman. I select a gentle milkman,-
who will not kick, nnd feci as though
I can trust blm. Then If he feels a»
though bo can trust me, lt’a all right"
—National Fruit Grower. ^
r.a.7 Method of Catching rich.
One can go fishing In New Zealand?
under very peculiar conditions. There
Is a remarkable flab, usually about
fow* fast In length, yet wltb to slen-
dor a body tbat It docs not weigh more*
DOCTOR OPERATES ON HIMSELt*. i <hfiul a# many Ppund*. This fish 1»
„ u , ndt token wltb A Book, nor Is It usually.
Dr. C. H. Fisher, n charge of the l d j t |* *imply picked up on some!
medical and surgical service of tbe 1 . . " . moraine
Wabash Link, wltb tbe mnlrt hospital I J |b« flsb throws itself
a. Utile Orlea..., Md. performed tbo fow or b0
unusual feat of operating upon him- v . t* ta Iip «unnosed
self for blood prixonlng. For nearly £ SLaulng^.
a week be had been .uttering . vlo- ‘ h “t it wSfl """M'' 7
lent inflammation of the left foot, and cl “* * #
at last it became alarming. He lm- I up dead. It to now bcltovril
mediately arranged to go to Washing- | < h »‘ th “ crc0 ‘ ur * aowd
ton for surgical attention, but was pre- | deHherate se r dcstTUetlon
veuted by an accident to one of tbo , «« on '
Wabash men. Seeing that delay wa. nnd , ,bcr f Z ™ i!- of
becoming dangerous, and that be wns ! “ “ ot cr ?“ JjV 1 ** * e “ 7 £
In a fair way to lose bl. foot, and per- : “«“• ^ ‘ .
bap. bla life, tb. Inflammation extend- , on, F In «>• CTld «‘ 7“ th “’ “ Ed 'V*
ing rapidly aa far as bl. knee, Dr. | supposed by some tbat the ‘ntcnsuy
Fisher operated upon blm.clf wltb the « f ?««"<> Is °' th ,*’*
assistance of the hospital nurse. In ~ ndKct ' ff od
the operating room, cutting from the ! highly prized. It. mcl ng flesh of
Instep to the toes, down to the tendons
and bone, without an anesthetic, scrap
ing and gouging among the diseased
tissues, suffering agony for nearly an
hour. By the promptness and thorough
ness of his aelf-operating he Is In a
fair way to save, not only his life, but
hit leg and loot.—New Yorh World.
flaky whiteness holding “the very soul
of sweetness.” It is sometimes sold
os high as upwards of sixty cents 9
pound. i
i
1 Lost a Dear Friend.
“I have all but lost a <’.ear friend,*^
said the Lewiston automobile expert aft
| he sat back in his office chair. “Not
HUNG ON ENGINE; SAVED CHILD, long ago I used to go in and sec him
“Cal” Kimble, engine driver of the every day and sit and chat with binf
Delaware and Hudson passenger train every tort of topic from politics to
running between Carbondale, Pa., and
Honeadale, saved the life of the two-
year-old child of Terence Cummings,
of Carbondale, In a remarkable man
ner. The train was twenty minutes
late near Carbondale and w*as going
religion. Ah, those were very happy
hours! Now all is changed. I go in
and see him, and all the time I am
there perhaps I may get three worda
out of him, one for the state of weath
er, another for business gud ono ooro
at high speed, when, rounding a curve, , for the state of hla health. Ho tayg
Kimble saw the child sitting in the he’s perfectly well, cats three meals a
middle of the track. It paid no at- j day and sleeps his eight hours every,
tentlon to the shriek of the warning \ night, but It doesn’t seem reasonable
whistle. Then Kimble set the air ; to me. If I try to Introduce any of tin
brakes, called to his fireman to watch i old topics of conversation he will start,
the engine and sprang through the look up at me suddenly and wilc-cycd
cab window, having seen that tbe en- and then plunge off again into hla work
gine would not stop before the child without saying a single word.”
was reached. He dashed along the ' “You don’t think?” — was tho
running board, and flung himself over breathless quay of tha newspaper man
the pilot, holding on by one hand nnd pointing at the top of his head,
leg to the flag staff. With the other i “That’s Just what I think,” replied
hand he grasped the child’s clothing the speaker, leaning forward In the
and drew it safely up to his arms. The chair. “He’s building, or trying to
engine stopped twenty feet farther on. j build, an automobile!”—I#ewIston (Me.)
Kimble ran up the embankment, | Journal.
placed the child in a yard and went j —
back to his engine." ! According to a recent Russian consu-
• * « lar report, six years ago 0000 children
The strength of a man’s faith it In attended the Russian schools Lx Syria*
duTaot', I"VWK ewe°ttlw» t» It* olanlwin. j The writer Is aw 8P.m
