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TIME8-ENTE3.PRISB, THOMASVILLE, DECEMBER 9, 1904. A,' : - 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