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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*