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TiMBS-ENTERPRISE, TH0MA8VILLE, DECEMBER tt, 1*04.
WORKING AND RESTING
rJtOKu OIIN, I wish yon would call
St at Sira. Flynn’a on your
J MSA"
. __ town and ask her
come next week and
"wrote' help me dean. bona*. It'a
getting pretty late, and I don’t llko to
put It off so long.”
- The man took a atep or two forward,
then turned toward the tall, apare,
hollow eyed woman, who waa hla wife,
wind answered:
, .“la It really neceaaary, SnaanJ" A
glance round tbe room waa her an*
ewer. “Let It go this fall," aald the
■ man. "I’m aure It don’t look very
bad.”
’ "Oh; John; tbe houae la dreadfully
dirty. Look at the walla add win-
down."
' “Pooh! I aoe dirtier once every day."
Then, aa If another thought had atruck
him, ho said, “Couldn't you do a part
this week and a part next?”
/.ft‘don't know. Perhaps so. 1
Tito answer came In discouraged
tones, and tho churning was coutln-
Md I*■ nervous, spasmodic larks.
Tho man saw her discouraged look,
and said aa be want out:
t•‘•Well, If yon must, I reckon I can
' let hen know. I don’t see how It Is,’’
said he, soliloquising, as he trotted his
horse at a low rate along the winding
prairie road. "I can’t see bow It Is
that, Susan thinks she must hire so
much done. Looks like she ought to
be able to do all she has to do. True,
In harvest tlmo It comes a little hard
hui her. I hire three or four men then;
that makes mom cooking; hut then
I’ve beard wlmmen say they’d as soon
cook for six as two. Now, there’s my
mother; she used to coqk for eight or
ten men harvest time and had seven
’children to do for. We’ve only four
youngsters, and don’t milk half as
litany cows aa father nsed to. Bnf I
reckon tho wlmmen them days were
made of better staff than nowadays,
flit up, Dobbin. I’ve hired n’heap of
work done for Susan tills year. She
had help when wo killed hogs, and
then she was sick and ’Nerry Oilman
come and stayed two weeks, and 1
had to give her lire dollars and her
board. I couldn't very well afford It,
either, for fay mowing must bo. paid
for’this fall, and I want to buy some
more stock, too, this fall and I must
have a corn planter next spring. But
here, If I haven't missed Mrs. Flynn's
and didn't stop. Git up, Dobbin/’
- She was uaturally a tidy woman, and
aa sbo looked around upon tbe untidy
home she grew nervous 'almost to de
spair, and tbs tears fell fast upon the
baby's face at her brepst.
Oh, how welcome those silent visit
ors when the heart Is overburdened
by gflef or trlall They seem to be
tho rivers that wash our hearts from
selfishness.
> Mrs. Wilton wept long and bitterly;
but when tho tears were wiped'away
so also was her burden of toll and
care, and tenderly kissing her sleep
ing babe, she laid hint In his littlo
crib and went about ber work cheer
fully If not contentedly. She pos
sessed a cheerful disposition natural
ly. but sbo was not a stranger to thoso
"hopes and aspirations that come to
moot of us to cheer onr discontent.
Sbo loved beautiful things. She loved
natural'’'and longed for a stroll over
tbe prairie that lay broad and bright
around ber. But she found very lit
tle cnoburagen)ent for luxuries, even
the luxury of a ramble out of doors.
Ber husband was a sordid, money
loving, money getting man, who saw
no use for anything that there waa no
money In. Be knew all tbe ways and
moans of money getting and money
keeping. Be bad taken bis loving
wife from a Bring home In an east
ern State, and mads for himself a
home In the prairies of the West. Bo
was deemed a vory shrewd man by the
neighbors around. Bo knew when a
piece of land was worth selling or bay
ing, and ho was always getting some
"good chance." Bis wife bad long
ago found out Gut money was his Idol,
and everything mutt be sacrificed to It
-even herself, she sometimes thought,
when, with aching head and tired
fact, the bad sought her pillow. Thus
years bad gone by, until fow would
recognise In tbe hollow eyed, sunken
cheeked, prematurely old woman, tbe
fresh, rosy girl John Wilton had
brought there eight years before.
Mrs. Wilton did not ask ber husband
If be bad stopped at Mrs. Flynn's; she
supposed, of course, he had; and the
following week she watched every
day for her expected help. Watched
but Opt waited, for .aa the hours went
by oho began the task and kept at It
until It was done.
Mr.-Wilton pretended not to see all
this. Be kept aloof as much as' pos
sible, so as to avoid any explanation
be might be called upon to make; but
jrkqa alone with himself, he said:
“Well, Susan Is getting along nice
ly, after‘all. fibe'll have tbe house
shining agio Saturday night, and then
I'll just give her the money I’d had to
pay Mrs. Flynn. It'll go toward buy
ing the winter things for the family:”
and he gave the well filled pockrtbook
• loving sqneeae.
Saturday night found the house all
'galling, aa Mr. Wilton had propheelij.
but Mrs. Wilton looked more tired
and Worn than ever. It bad been a
bard week for her, and even the clean
boose waa.hardly a recompense. Bat
Mr. Wilton felt satisfied. Strange that
be' could not perceive the odor of the
essence of life In tbe shining windows
ggSmutaned walla: and be only said,
as be gladccd about him:
"Ti,,- house cleaning over, eft\Wcli,
here’s fire dollars to pay your
with,” and ho chuckled to bf
be well knew some of It would
back to him In the shape of socks and
undershirts.
“I wouldn’t for four times that much
feel so worn out,as I do to-night,”
sighed Mrs. Wilton to herself, as she
tbsnked him, and stowed tbe pittance
away, for future use.
The weeks wore on toward Wlntefi
and Mrs.. Wilton sighed heavily bs she
thought of the garments, large and
small, to bo bought and made. First,
John must be fitted up: then tbe four
little onee, and lastly, herself. Her oWn
share wonld he ellm, she thought, but
then shg had'not much outdoor work
to do, and she could get along with
less. But, obi-she did long ao much
for a new merino'dress, with bright,
warm tints, or a pair of gloves, or a
collar and a bit of ribbon for her neck.
Bat thane were not to be thought of.
Nothing but bare necessities could be
her'*, for John bed been baying stock,
and bad paid for hla mowing machine,
and met a pote or two, and he felt
"quite poof,” ho said.
Poor woman! She bad not bad a
nice drees since ber marriage. Then
she had a good anpply—but thlnga will
wear out, and most of tbeso were now
doing duty aa cbildren’a clothes, or
skirts for herself, and her best dreet
was now a cheap delaine. She sighed
Just a little, half smothered sigh, as
sht thought of all thla on tho day she
went to lay out ber money. It did
not take ber long to dispose of the
small amount, for she bad laid awake
nights pondering how to make one dot
lar do tbe duty of two, and the prob
lem was worked ont with tbe utmost
precision)
Now that tbe goods were purchased,
the next trooble was how to get them
made soon enongb. She bad been
obliged to put off purchasing for want
of means, and now she could not tell
which was most needed.
"If .1 only could get some one to
help me for a week, I could soon see
my way clear," said Mrs. Wilton to
her husband, one evening, ae sbo sat
stitching on her little garments; “or,
better etlll, had I a sewing machine,"
she ventured to say.
Mr. Wilton knocked the ashei off
bis cigar and saldl
”1 don't sea how It la, Suian, that
you're always complaining of haring
so much to do, and wanting help all
the time. Why, there's mother; she
never used to think of hiring any work
done. She need to make everything
for eight of us and weave all the cloth
h'sldes." Mr«. Wilton did not answer;
her heart wai too full. “Nowadays
the wlmmen want so much help to get
rid of work,” continued Mr. Wilton,
"j’d like to get n sowln' machine, bnt
it's out of the question now, there's
ao much to be got."
. Mrs, Wilton thought of tbe mower
and tbe corn planter, bnt eald nothing;
She felt a little pang shoot through brr
heart, then It sank hock again aa a
heavy load. Sho did not go to bed
that night until long after ber hue-
band waa aleeplng aonndly. Sho had
worked bard 'all day, and sleep wonld
be a welcome guest, bnt tbe little gar
ment wee much needed, and aha inuat
•It up and make It. Ob, bow her tired
eyes ached, bnt not worae than the
pour, hungry heart ached for sym
pathy and comfort. Sbo thought of
her money loving bneband, end
wished he might become more thought
ful for her comfort.
"If It were not for my children,"
•he cried to herself, “I could see very
little to'live tor," Then the thought
of her little onee, motherless, sent the
froth tears to ber eyes, bnt gave a
•addon Impulse to ber tired fingers,
and she stltch«l away for another
hour and aaw tba garment completed,
and naatly folding It away, she sought
her much needed rest. Sabbath morn
ing Mr. Wilton put on a warm new
anderehlrt, and aaw hla little ones
looking fresh and swest In their new
ganhente; but ha aaw not tba flngera
which had ao patiently wrought out
thfee change* were that morning
scarcely strong enough to fasten the
garments of tho little ones shout their
Cbnhby little forms.
8prlng came, bright and joyous ns
ever, dotting tbe prarlea with flow-
era "and filling upland and valley with
fiooda of melody. Mn. Wilton bad
tefn growing thinner and paler all
winter, and waa now scarcely able to
be about the bouse. The doctor had
recommended rest. But how could ebo
with' so much lying undone about her.
"If I could only go away for awhile,"
"I wish you could. I’m aure,’’ replied
her husband. "But. Busan, I don’t seo
how I can nffonl It. I. might tell some
of my stock, bat prices are low' uow.
It wouldn't pay at all. I couldn’t get
much more for them calves thin I
gave for 'em last fall, after keeping
'eip til winter, And buying my corn
planter about took all my cash."
Mrs. Wilton did not reply. Indeed,
I doubt very much It she’heard bli
rentsrks at all, for she was dreaming
of tbe old homestead, with Us wide
gables snd large comfortable rooms;
of the etately maple*, that she knew
were now putting forth their young
blossoms from their candelabra
shaped limbs—of the sloping meadow,
with Its violet covered hillsides—of the
robin's nest In tbe cherry tree; and,
above all, ef the sweet ohl face that
loomed up through all, and with out
stretched arms yearned to embrace
her tired blrdllng In the borne nett.
John Wilton glanced at her as be
went ont of tho door, and mistook tho
flush of anticipated joy for the bloom
of health, and went off saying:
"I guess she’ll get better as the days
get warmer. I'll try to hire somebody
for her this summer-'’
“I can do nothing foe bar." said Pr.
Graves to Mr.' Wilton, who had fol
lowed bias oat of Mrs. Wilton's sick
chamber. ' *
“Nothing for htrf My God, doctor!
Von don't mean that she Is past all
help". And John Wilton's heart
•eemed to stand atilt for a moment.
“I did not say she was past help," re
plied tbe doctor. "The troth it, Mr.
Wilton, yonr wife to worked down,
snd unless the hat rest, and plenty of
It she will din And I may as well say
she will nevsr get rest here. She must
go away where tbe will have no care
of hones Of family; Or the will die. Von
mejf find another wife, bnt yonr chil
dren will never find another mother."
So spring, the doctor drove away.
Tbe door waa partly open, and Mrs.
Wilton had beard, In her sick cham
ber, tbe doctor's words, and her heart,
gave a great leap,' which undoubtedly
would have created alarm for her bad
the doctor known It
Ob, If ahe could only go home! Borne
to tbe old homestead—home to moth
er and rest, rest rftti Oh. bow long It
atemed sines she realised the fullest
meaning of that word; even while ahe
toy there she seemed to hear her moth
er's voice, and feel her aoft bend ca
ressing her. Bnt tbe next moment came
tbe realising aense of the Impossibil
ity of euch happiness. Bow could aha
go with tbe children, now that she was
so weak, and how could at: go with
out them? And how conld aha bo
spared to go, and, lastly, bow could
John afford to tat ber go? All hope
seemed lost when she looked tbe mat
ter etralght In tbe face, and she tamed
her white face to the wall and allot
ber eyes aa If to keep back tke tears
which she felt were coming.
Meanwhile John Wilton waa thor
oughly aroused. He stood for a long
lima just where tbe doctor bad left
him. After a time, he atarted up as If
seised with a new Impulse snd went
straight Into the house to Ills wife's
sick room. Mrs. Wilton was lying
rery still, with her face turned from
him. He went softly up to tbe bed
side to set If ahe was sleeping. A ray
of ennllght coming through the torn
window.shade revealed a tear tremb
ling beneath the half closed lids, and
John Wilton turned avcay with a »lgk
so deep that his wife turned feebly on
her pillow and without opening her
eye*, asked:
“What to It, John? What to wrong?"
"I am wrong, Susie, dear!"
It had been many a day since Mrs.
Wlllon had heard call her Basic, and It
was no wonder that she opened her
eyee wide In aatonlehment.
Be was at ber bedside now, tremb
ling like n convict.
'po yon bate me, Susie?"
'John, wliat a question! Von know
better P
You (ire nn angel, or you would bate
me. Here I have been killing you by
Inches for years and never thought,
until to-day, that you might bo mor
tal. The doctor , baa been telling mo
that—that—”
“I beard It all, John," said Mrs. Wil
ton, the tears trickling down her wan
cheeks.
“Did yot;? Well,!Susie, It shall be
ae he eald.' Von shall bavo rest. Von
•ball go home to your mother and stay
a year, if need be."
“But how enu you spare me, John?"
"How coutd I spare yon forever?”
whispered her huehaud.
“But, John, how’can you afford It?”
"Well enough. But we rauet not talk
•boat It now. Von are too weak to be
excited about anything. You are to
get well aa fast ns you ran, and In two
weeks we will all be off to motber'a."
Mr. Wilton proved n true prophet,
for In two weeks’ lima Mrs. Wlllon
was far enough recovered to begin the
Journey. How fnr the proapeet of that
journey went toward making her able
to undertake It we will not »ay.
Mr. Wilton accompanied his wife. It
waa too much for her to undertake to
go alone with the children, the doctor
aald, and Mr. Wilton waa vary obe
dient, cheerfully acquiescing In every
suggestion su'd even suggesting things
for her comfort that he once wonld
bavo thought unnecessary expendi
ture, But Mr. Wilton waa not minding
the expense! now. He had sold hla
jronng atock for much less than be paid
for them that hla wife might be nursed
back to life nud health. And he conld
bnt rejoice at the sacrifice when he
saw ber eyes grow bright and ber step
elastic.
Stay as tong as yon pleaae,” was
hla parting message to bis wife, as bo
bade hr? adieu at the door of tho
homestead.
Six montha Susan Wilton stayed In
the home nett. Ob, what n joyous,
thorough rest that was. It seemed to
good to wgxder about tbe old plain
again, almost aa free from care as In
her girlhood days, now gathering tke
flowers from the hillside, or bathing
her tired feet In the meadow brook or
sitting under tbe shadows of tho state
ly maples, twining their leaves Into
garlands, banting tbe ben’s nests with
the children, and enjoying alt their
games with a relish tbe never dreamed
she could feel again. And what a Joy
to alt for hours at the feet of ber who
first guided her own ftlterlug steps.
The poor wornout women drank In
evrny moment of Jay as though she
knew the cup would not always be
a full.
But with returtdng health came a
strong desire to return home to Its du
ties and caret once more. So, one
morning In early winter, the left her
good-bys among tbe bills of ber old
home, and went back to life's every
day duties with a glad and thaqkfnl
heart But the old life with Its cease
less round of work and "toll wltliout
recompense" was over. There wete to
bo no more yearnings for sympathy,
no more words of disapprobation, no
more of tbe “penny wise and pound
foolish” economy. Ilnsband and wife
share alike la comforts, snd tbe old,
hard life || burled,-WSYCtlvy Majg-
»U*> - ‘
CUSTER’S LAST STAND.
© HE Indiana attacked at
onee. Biding at full gal
lop along the front of the
line on their ponies, they
poured n heavy fire from
their long-range riles upon the sol
diers, to which the tatter made a brave,
steady, bnt not very effective reply
.with their Inferior carbine*.
The force menacing them wan so
grept Gut Coster dared not leave his
position on tbe hills. To retreat wee
hopeless, to advanea Impossible. They
must stand on tba defensive and pray,
that tba advance of Bono’s'command
up the valley, which they probably
hopecl that Benteen wonld reinforce,
wonld compel tbe withdrawal of tbe
Indiana from their front/ They fought
on, therefore, coo!l> and resolutely,
husbanding their emmnnltlpn and en
deavoring to bake every shot tell on
their galloping' yelling foemen. Tbe
Indians, In their accounts, speak o(
the cool, deliberate courage of num
bers of tbe officers and men, whom
they tingled ont for their bravefy.
Vet tbe trooper* suffered great ton aa
the afternoon war* on. Their am
munition began to rnn low, and the
contracting, whirling circle of ImUane
drove them closes and closer together.
The horses were tt toft stampeded,
and with them went tome of the re
serve ammunition.
It appears that at this time Cotter
most bare endeavored to send a mes
sage to Reno, for the J»dy of a solitary
aoldtar,. Sergeant Butler, wae found
after tbe battle at a point half way
between Cotter and Reno's command.
A little heap of cartridge shell* toy
near his body, evidencing that he had
•old hit Ufa dearly;
It waa evident to all on tho bill at
tbe afternoon drew to Its close Gut
they were doomed. It was'hardly pos
sible that a counter attack by Reno
would save them now, and there were
no evidences that be was anywhere
In the vicinity. “Where In Goff*
name," they most have asked them
selves In their deepslr, "conld Reno
ber
One of tbe Crow sconte has said—
although his account Is generally dta-
believed—that h* Went at last to Cas
ter, it yet unharmed, and told hliq
Gut ha thought ha could get him
•way, and that Caster refneed to leavo
the fi;ld. The Crow altered hla ap
pearance to look at much like n Slonx
te possible, and In the confusion of the
fight got gwny safely. He Wat tbe
only'human survivor of the field. What
occurred after to « matter of conjec
ture, based upon the contradictory and
Inadequate testimony of the Indiana
themselves.—Cyme Townsend Brady,
In Pearson's.
INDIAN DUEL ON CROWHEART.
Two miles from the JK ranch bouse'
la Crowbtart Butte, a landmark fa
mous all over Wyoming. Situated
near tile centre of the Bboahone Res-'
creation, It la visible for many miles
In every direction. Many years ago It
waa the scene of a gnat Indian fight.
There are Shoshones living along tbe
creeks now who were In that battle,
and this Is what they tell about It:
One fall several hundred Crows came
down from the North on to the buffalo
ground of the Shoshones. They got n
supply of meat and bad atarted home,
when they met a targe Shoshone party.
There was a running fight for many
mllei. Tbe Crows cut their horses’
packs, bnt tttll the Shoshones over
took them. When tome of the fleeing
Crowe reached the rim-rocks around
thy big butte they made a stand, to
give tba others a chance to get away.
Finally a lot of the Crows took rafnge
on top of the butte.. Hero the Sho
shones conld not dislodge them, bnt
tbey formed a cordon tround the bntte,
and kept tbe Crows then for three
day* without water. Then the Crow
chief came to the edge and dared
Waahakle, tbe Shoshone chief, to fight
• duel. If Washakie was killed, the
Crows were to go homo in peace.
Waahakle, with the advantage of
food and water within him, went np,
tod with him hie warrior*, to see fair
play. On tba flat top of the bntte
tbey met. On one aide stood tba be
leaguered Crows, scq>ss from them
their enemies. The two chiefs fought
.with knives, and Washakie killed hie
opponent. With yells of delight the
Shoshones fell upon tbe poor Crowe,
and not one on the bntte escaped. The
Shoshones cut out the heart of the
dead Crow chief, bang'it on • pole and
danced around tt, and finally cot'It
Into small pieces which they ate, to
give them the courage of their depart
ed foe.
At one end of the bntte n little
monument of flat stone* Is piled to
commemorate the Shoshone victory.
Waahakle ‘lived until very recently,
and when he died, he was given, at
the fort which bears hta name, a cap
tain’s funeral. The 8hoshone Reserva
tion will soon be thrown open to set
tlement, and Its valleys will be pen
cilled with Irrigating ditches. Bnt a
thousand yean from now, when Crow-
heart Bntte perhaps shall have lost
Its name, the eagle* above It will have
seen no more stirring spectacle than
.Washakie’s victory of long ago.—From
“In the Big Dry Country," by Fred-
•ilc Irland. in Scribner’s.
alarm, hs deserve* publicity. When,
a few days ago, a sensational melo
drama appeared In a Western city the
company pack of trained wolves waa
taken along. At bnt point in the play
’an express rider la teen on his .way
through x lonely and gloomy canyon.
Suddenly half n doxen feroetone wild
worves appear In the road and attack
the messenger. He straggles gamely
with the “Infuriated brutes" (while
the orchestra pity shivery music), and
just a* tfas audience to convinced that
he I* to be devoured a party of In-
Clans appear at tbe tiro of the canyon
walls and let down a rope. Seizing
It, the messenger If hanled np and
stray from the wolves, which jump np
snd snap savagely as their expected
victim escapes their cruel fangs. Sncb
was the regular programme But a
few nights sgo "King of the Prairies,"
the premier of tbe wolf eextet, jumped
a bit higher than usual In hta efforts
to grab the escaping actor and landed
outside tbe win netting In'which the
wolves were Imprisoned, but which
was Invisible to the audience. Tho
stage carpenter, seeing "King of the
Pnlrieef’ free on tbe stage, attempted
to beat the wolf back into tho cage,
but be got an ngly bite on his arm for
hta trouble. The animal then ran fran
tically back and forth behind the
■cents, panned by the enUre company
and the stage hands. In his efforts to
escape, be ran Into tbe girt who plays
the part of the Indian maiden, Bain-'
bow, aa she was coming ftom her
dressing-room. She carried a small
six-shooter, loaded with two blank
r ridges, which she was to fire In
next set, nod on seeing the wolf
the fired the revolver directly at him
and succeeded In turning him. After
an exciting chase of nearly fifteen
minutes the old wolf was finally cor
nered at the bottom, of a short flight
of steps leading to tha main lobby of
the theatre, and was taken back to hi*
cage In a box by tho wolves’ trainer.
It will ba strange If this bit of by-play
does not make tbe fortune'of that
road company.—New York Post.
JAPANESE 'SPIES.
During the Chlnese-Japtneae War
tbe Japanese showed that they pos
sessed an excellent secret service, and
In tha Pekin relief campaign the allied
forces depended almost entirely upon
the Intelligence procured by Japanese
spies.
There Is every reason to suppose that
In the present war their system of
espionage la even more finely deveb
oped. Their Immense advantage In be
ing able to look like Chlnameh Is too
obvious to need dwelling upon.
‘After Japan was forced by Russia,
Germany and France to give np Port
Ar(hnr and soma of the other fruit*
of her victory over China,” said a Jap
anese resident In New York, "It Is well
known that aha sat to work to become
a great military and naval power, able
to fight Bnstla, if need aroee.
“All tba world knows how sho cre
ated her battalions and warships, bnt
few. people are awsre that Immediately
after tpe treaty of peace with China
•be sent hundreds of spies to Korea,
Manchuria and Siberia to gather every
■crap of Information that wonld be
needed In time of wsr.
"Those men did not work like the
ordinary spy of other options, who
does hie appointed, talk and then re
turns and throws off hta disguise. They
made a life work of It
“TUey married Chinese women,
brought up Chinese families, and went
Into -basinets at Chinamen, often be
coming men of weight and standing
In the community In Which they Uvqft.
Today they are solid citizens, whom
everybody In the locality ban known
for yean, and whom nobody would
dream of suspecting to be Japanese
“ties.
"Bnt their reports go regularly to
Toklo, and tbey must contain n mar
velous amount of detailed lnformaGon
about the Russians.
"The Mikado's Government has spent
largo earns on Its secret service. It ta
quite content to finance a man for
years unUl he ietGei down In the way
I "have described and ta in • poatGon
to leant things.
Many thousands of yen may ba
spent on him before he does anything
at all, bnt tha game pays In the end.
Von may depend upon It that some
of the men vrtiom Viceroy Alexleff It
employing at Port'Arthur In the belief
that they an Chinese are In reality
Japanese spies.
"Many Japanese of high "military
rank end noble birth engage In this
work. Some of them have labored as
coolies on tbs Russian forts.
"Tbey do not mind the rough work
and harsh treatment usually meted ont
to coolies, so long as tbey can learn
what they want to know, Bnt It most
be hard for a Japanese nobleman,.nsed
to being treated with ceremonious re
spect, to be bullied by a Russian ser
geant and have to take the bnllylng
meekly.”—New York Son.
KING OF TBE PRAIRIES.
When the active press agent reaches
the point where he obtains notice for
his performance by turning a real
wild wolf loose on the stage and com
pels • not too active leading mpn to
»;«tafte eWfclW* In jrUd
TWO HEROES 'MID DYNAMITE.
t The pipe of a 'etaGonary engine In
qoarytea near QnanyvUle, Pa., oper
ated by Leander T. Hensel, waa blown
off by a heavy dynamite explosion, and
to prevent another explosion far
worse Engineer William Rosa drew
the fire at great risk. Hot coalp fell
on the canvas covering of a targe box
of dynpmtte and perension cape, set
ting It on fire. At the risk of hta life,
David Mowery, tha exploder, tore off
the covggng, also saving the lives of
over forty workmen gathered near the
box.
(eevta'e ank CaltfvaUaa.
311k cocoon cultivation Is becoming
one of Servta't national industries,
last yeer there were collected In that
kingdom 310,000 pounds of stlk co
coons, and the Servian Government Is
distributing targe quantities of eggs of
the tlikytona trra ol ciur**-
LIFE OF A CHILO IN CHINA.
ive aesay VnMats udfe
Key Have TUna Kamel.
At birth tt ta supposed that
spirits, both good and evil, attend
Chinese child. Bod candles are Ugh
In the birth chamber, as for a wef ■”
and 'attendants most speak only _
words. The Uttle one most not
frightened, bnt ta to he received u .
joy. Tho baby boy’s head ta shaved o
tho twenty-eighth day, bnt tbe cei"
mony to on tho thirtieth if the baby _
a girl, and in either case this la don
before the ancestral tablets or tb
shrine of the goddess call “Mother.” ta
boy receive* many presents, whUe gtrll
are not altogether forgotten, the gifts
taking the form of gay Uttle cape orna
mented with tassels and belle, uu§
gold, eUver or copper Images of Budd
ha; to hang about the neck, Altho “
tbe baby receives hla firut name at
time, it ta changed by hta acboolma
when be la old enough for school,
receives another when ho ta married,
and If ha succeed* at tha examlnattona
which may not happen before middle
age, he" receives a third.
Often inch names aa vagabond, dog.
eat, good for nothing, ngly, are glfeu
the baby. that, the spirits may think
the parent* do not love him. By tho
time ho 1* old enough to go to *choo|
it 1* supposed Gut the spirits have for
gotten about him, and bo may be given
* better name. Whon a child Is a year
old there ta a feast always with a dif
ference In favor of a hoy. These feasts
for tho boy are repeated every ten
years.—Good Housekeeping.
__ WISE WORDS. ,
The only core for grief 1* acUop.—
G. H. Lowes.
There to not a moment without somo
duty.—Cicero.
Every moment of resistance to temp
tation ta a Tlotory.—Faber.
Patient watting ta in lie Gme tha
highest duty of a faithful sonl.—H.
Olay Trumbull.
'Adversity links men together, while
prosperity It apt to scatter them.—
Dr. W. F. Hunter. *
The world needs an ever present
God; we need the consciousness of the
truth that there Is on omnipresent
God.—Annnda.
I believe I cobid serve anybody to
tbe death If only I were allowed to
apeak my whole mind abont him onco
a week.—Anthony Hope.
It ta hard to tell whether the world
suffers more from the opGmtat, who
has no tense, or the pessimist, who has
no sigjit.—United Presbyterian.
The worst bankruptcy 1a to loso
heart
A sGlI neck ta often found under a
jelly-like head.
It’s a waste of energy to spar a rock
ing horse.
The best way to silence conscience la
to obey tt.
Filling the hands will not stop tha
ache In the heart.
People who hope for the beet do moat
to secure It
Earth’s harvests coma from seed
thrown ont to die.
Self-conceit knowa nothing more elo
quent than an echo.
A good man 1s guided more by self-
reproach than by reproof.
The religion that scatters sunshine
la never wholly moonshine.
The trouble with lltGe slot to that
they never stay that way.
Count yonr mercies as yon do yonr
money and yon will never be poor.
It ta love that enlarges tho least
deed and self that shrinks tbe greatest
Tell yonr children white lien and
they will soon hand yon back the other
color.
It's no use praying for pence when
yon are tickling the business end of a
male.
When the preacher’s heart la fnu of
salary hta sermon ta likely to be short
on salt.
Many men ran so hard to win tho
cake life offers as a prise Gut they
shake ont. all their teeth long before
they reach It—Chicago Tribune,
Hints to Tenants.
A landlord, who ta also a philosopher,
has been giving his views on tenants
In print Here Is a passage with “meat
In it:” "It Isn’t always the tenant
who pays the first of tbe month who ta
mbet desirable. Your prompt tenant
ta likely to hold you hi* debtor for "that
virtue, and feel perfectly free to nek
for numerous Improvements. My best
paying property ta leased to a man who
1s always two or three months behind
In his rent Of course, I lose the Inter
est on my money for Gut Gme, bnt
Gut ta all. In the three yen* in which
he has rented of mo he has not had tho
nerve to aek mo even to paper a room
for him. I haven’t dona tt, althar. In
one Instance his had-some plumbing
done at hta own expense when be
■should have charged if to me. I am
constantly afni(l Gut he will get pros
perous some day -and want to pay mo
on time. Just as son aa he does I
will haw to epefid several hundred
dollars on the house."
Fashionable London society hat In
vented a new craze in the shape of
“war dinners" served In the latest
styles of Russian and Japanese cook
ing and cooked after tbq methods of
those countries. From a gastronoml-
cal point of view tho Russian dttrnqr ta
perhaps tb* moqt successful, St the
Japanese cooks servo np some weird
dlsbee which no self-respecting Euro-
Penn wonld touch under ordinary cir
cumstances, and the diners most sit
on the floor. Fashion It, however, a
taskmaster, not a servant, and fashion
dscreo that whoever wishes to bo mart
most eat these dishes no nutter how
tha tost*
