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Who fails t mw for fear fhnl li
Kindi not bo boro to reap
Must lie in Monk obscurity
Through all his linal sloop.
The bard who sang, long, long ago,
When no one lent an oar.
Bang on for lore of singing, though
They scoffed who chanced to hear.
Todnj moil seek his grave and bow
Beside his monument —
Wo laud the noble poet now
Who couldn’t pay his rent.
A CHANGE OF PURPOSE.
It was a bright morning, and a girl
was breakfasting alone in the some
what dingy sitting room of a Blooms
bury lodging house. She was young
and pretty, with delicate, thoughtful
looking features. She glanced at the
clock —it ranted a few minutes to 9
then rose from her seat and walking to
the window, pulled back the faded red
curtains.
"A clear sky—there will be a splen
did light soon for Phil,” she exclaimed.
She turned and made her way back to
the fireplace. An envelope on the man
telpiece caught her eye. It was an old
one, and had been there for some
weeks, but she took it down once
again, and drew a card out —a mere
ordinary card, with the words, “Madge,
from Dick,” written upon it. She
gazed at it reflectively; then replaced
it with a little sigh.
“Ah, Dick!” she murmured, “if only
things had gone a little better with
us!”
The chimes of a clock striking the
hour caught her ear, and she made
hurried preparations for her departure.
On her way down she tapped at a door,
and opened it half an inch.
“Many happy returns of the day,
Phil, dear!” she called out. “Its a
lovely morning. Good-by!”
She ran down the stairs lightly. In
the hall she was met by an elderly
looking man in a velveteen coat. She
nodded brightly to him, and he opened
the door for her.
“Your brother’s birthday?” he asked
with a smile.
“Yes. We must do something to
night in honor of it, and you must
help us, Mr. Lintell! Good-by—l shall
he late for my 'bus!”
About an hour later Phil Halstan
emerged from his room. He was a tall,
well-built young fellow, with a some
what heavy, indolent looking face. 1-Ie
ate a leisurely breakfast, then, lighting
a cigarette, dropped into an armchair
by the tire and let his eyes travel slow
ly round the dull room. A look of dis
gust crept to his face.
“Ugh!” he exclaimed. "How horribly
mean and sordid it all looks! Shall I
ever get out of it!”
Presently he rose, and, going to a
■corner by the window, drew forward an
easel. He sat before it and gazed at
the blank canvas. Then he felt for his
box of brushes and fingered them med
itatively. * Finally he laid them down
and looked out of the window.
There was a tap at the door, and
the next moment old Mr. Lintell en
tered. He lived on the upper floor
and had got to be very friendly with
Madge and her brother.
“I won’t interrupt you,” he began
with a glance at the easel. "I only
came to offer you my best wishes!”
“Thanks! Please don’t go,” cried Phil,
as the old man moved toward the door.
“Fact is, I don't think I shall do much
more work now—rather thought of
giving myself a holiday. My birthday,
you know!" he added half jocularly.
Old Lintell came forward slowly. He
looked at the blank canvas.
“It’s going to be a great thing!” ex
plained Phil. “I'm working out the
idea now—it takes time, you know.”
The old man nodded and looked out
of the window. He had been thinking
a good deal of Phil lately—this boy
who got up late, sat dreaming half the
day, and loafed the other, who had
never earned a penny in his life, kept
in idleness by a devoted sister who,
as typist in a solicitor's office, worked
hard from morn to night, believing tn
him heart and soul.
He glanced up sharply at Phil.
“Might I see your portfolio?” he
said. “I used to know something about
art.”
Phil pulled it out with alacrity, and
opened it for the old man's inspection.
Mr. Lintell turned them over one by
one. They were crude and badly done,
with no sign of distinctive ability
whatever.
“Well?” asked Phil eagerly. lie
shared his sister’s belief in himself.
“Give me your candid opinion.”
Mr. Lintell wiped his glasses and
proceeded to oblige him. He told him
the truth, the unpleasant, naked truth
—and a wave of color swept over young
Phil’s cheek. Then he laughed.
“It’s too ridiculous,” he cried.
Old Mr. Lintell rose from his chair
and made his way to the door.
“Im sorry.” he said, “but I thought
you ought to know.”
Phil laughed again as the door closed
on the old man —but it was an uncom
fortable sort of laugh —the laugh of a
man whose mind had been suddenly
confronted with anew aspect of the
case. He strode up and down the
room.
“Of course, I shall be famous some
day—shall pay little Madge back a
thousand fold —and she doesn’t mind
working at present!” he reflected.
“And he said I hadn't a particle of
ability, that I was wasting my time,
that I ought to be earning my living,
keeping Madge, instead of letting
her —!”
He glanced toward the window. The
sun was shining temptingly. He
walked to the mantelpiece and found
two half-crowns which Madge had left
there. Unthinkingly he slipped these
COMPENSATION.
Who idly KnrvfP nnd shakes his head
And sighs and murmurs: “No!
Kro reaping time 1 shall be dead,
Why bother, then, to sow?” —
For him no shaft shall ever rist
T'o claim the pilgrim s gaze.
No love shall center where lie lies,
No honor crown his days!
Who plants lias hope, anti though he
may
Not see the fruitful fall.
He has foreseen a glorious day,
And triumphs, after all.
—S. E. Kiser.
into his pocket, then, taking hat and
stick, made his way out of the house.
He meant to go for a long walk, to
think out his great idea. But he
found he could think of nothing but
old Mr. lJnteH's words. The idiotic
sentences kept running through his
head. He, Phil Halstan, a mere loafer!
The thing was absurd; Madge herself
would be the first to say so.
He walked for some time, and made
an effort to think of something else,
j Presently he dropped into cheap res
taurant to have lunch. He sat down to
a table; next to him two men were
talking rather excitedly.
"I don’t care who it is!” one was
declaring emphatically. “The chap
who loafs while a woman works for ’im
is a ’ouud, and deserves to be kicked!
Why, I’d sooner sweep the roadway!”
Phil, with a red face, rose and hur
riedly left the place.
It was half-past two the same after
noon when Madge ran lightly up the
staircase of the house in Bloomsbury,
and hurst into the sitting room. Her
face was flushed and her eyes sparkled.
She saw a young man standing by the
window. His back was turned to her.
“Phil!” she cried joyously, “I have
a half holiday!”
The figure in tbp window turned and
she gave a little cry of surprise.
“Dick,” she gasped in astonishment.
Dick Evington came toward her,
holding out his hand.
“Just Dick,” he answered with a
smile. He caught her hand and stood
looking into her face. “Something has
happened, Madge, and I've come up at
once from Anington to tell you about
it.”
There was a dainty flush on her
cheeks; he thought ho had never seen
her look so beautiful.
“I hope it is something good for you
Dick,” she said. “In it?"
“I don’t know —yet,” he said slowly.
“That is, until I’ve heard what you
have to say.”
Now it happened that at this mo
ment Phil Halstan was wending his
way homewards. He let himself in
with his latchkey and went up to their
room. The door was not quite shut,
and he heard voices—Madge’s and an
others. He recognized it after a mo
ment. Then he caught a few of the
words. He glanced around. The land
ing was dark. Hardly knowing what
he did, he sank down on the first stair
and listened.
“I knew things would come right
at last. Madge, dear!” Evington’s
voice was saying. “Hut I didn’t think
it. would be as splendid as this. A good
post abroad—only open to a married
man, too!”
There was a pause. Outside Phil
grasped the bannister. There was a
alight movement by him, and turning
his head he found Lintell had crept to
his side.
Then they heard Madge’s voice. It
was lew and tremulous.
“I’m so sorry, Dick, but —”
“Why, Madge, you love me?”
“Yes. love you, Dick—always have
loved you—always shall! But —” There
was a pause, then in a whisper,
“There's Phil!”
Old Lintell laid a hand on the young
man's shoulder.
“But surely Phil won't mind!” cried
Evington. “He is a man and can earn
his own living. He would not wish
you to give up this.
“You don't understand, Dick!" There
were tears in Madge’s voice this time.
“Some day Phil will be a great artist,
be famous, but just now—he wants my
help! Oh, Dick, I'm so sorry, but-I
can’t leave him—can’t go with you—
though I love you so!”
Phil Halstan shook old Lintell’s
hand from his shoulder, and rose sud
denly to his feet. He stood for a mo
ment undecided, then crept away on
tip-toe to the stairs. Old Lintell fol
lowed.
“What are you going to do?" he said.
Phil made no reply. He crammed his
hat on his head, opened the door and
stepped into the street. Old Lintell
went with him. and they walked away
together.
“Afe you going to let her lose her
one big chance of happiness?” said old
Lintell in a low voice; “or going to
continue to idle your life away—she
keeping you?”
Phil hardly seemed to hear him. He
was striding along with his hands
thrust deep in his pockets, his eyes
staring straight ahead of him. Sud
denly he threw his head back.
“You heard—she doesn't want to go
herself!” he cried, almost fiercely.
“She’d soon forget all about it.”
“A girl with a heart like Madge’s
never forgets!" replied old Lintell.
“’What are you going to do?" he re
peated, relentlessly.
“A little more time—and I might do
something big!” broke out Phil.
“You’ve loafed for three years—and
done nothing!” said the old man. “You
know you will never do anything in
art. You've wilfully shut your eyes,
and used it as an excuse to yourself
and her for idling!”
The young man’s mouth was twitch
ing convulsively.
"You’re right!” he cried, in a hoarse
THE WEEKLY NEWS, OARTERSVILLE, GA.
voice, “but what’s there left for me ti#
and know nothing, have done noth
ing!” he finished helplessly.
“Bea man. There’s always some
thing for a man to do! Remember
what she has done for you.”
They had reached St. Martin’s
church at Charing Cross. Phil stopped
and passed a hand over his brow. The
old man watched him anxiously. He
saw Phil’s eye travel across the road
to where the recruiting sergeants were
pacing slowly up and down, alert for
new blood. Then Phil Halstan sud
denly gave his shoulders a jerk back.
“Yes,” he said between his shut
teeth. “There’S always something left
for a man to do!”
He crossed the road.
That night Madge was sitting alone
reading a letter that had been brought
to her by messenger. The tears came
to her eyes as she read the last few
sentences:
“ * * * For three years I have
played it as low as a fellow can. But
I'm going to be a man at last, Madge.
If you want to make me happy, dear,
make me feel I haven’t quite spoiled
your life. Go with Dick!”
The letter dropped from her hand.
“Go with Dick!” she repeated in a
low tene.
There was a tap at the door; then a
man was shown in—a young man with
a pale and anxious face.
“Madge, I couldn't leave without ask
ing you once again—ls it quite hope
less?” he began.
She raised her eyes to his, and he
saw her lips tremble.
“Not quite hopeless, Dick, dear!’’she
whispered.—Gilbert Davis in Mainly
About People.
QUAINT AND CURIOUS.
One of the latest inventions is an
imitation vaccination scar that you
can paste on your arm and thus fool
the health officer. The scar costs a
dime.
The largest Bible in the world is
said to lie one in the possession of a
German lady. It is two feet six inches
long and 20 inches wide. It is over
200 years old.
Saturday is considered an unlucky
day for the British royal family. Wil
liam 111., Queen Anne.. George 1.,
George 11., George HI., George IV., the
Duchess of Kent, the Prince Consort
and Princess Alice died on Saturdays.
Three hundred persons in London
earn a living—and several of them are
growing rich —by providing meals for
the cats of the metropolis, which they
deliver regularly once, twice and
thrice a day, as may suit the owners
of the feline pets.
Mrs. James Little, who lives near
Atchison, Kan., who was herself a
twin, and whose husband was a twin
and the son of a twin, has given birth
to her second pair of twins, the first
pair being about 18 months old when
the second pair made its appearance.
At Naundorf in the Hunsruclc near
the Rhine a Roman temple has been
found enclosed in a walled enclosure
measuring 220 by 200 feet. The tem
ple stands in the middle and is 60 by
50. It contains more terracotta ob
jects than have been discovered
hitherto in Germany. They are votive
offerings, about a 100 being whole fig
urines representing goddesses. Small
bronze statuettes of Mars, Jupiter and
Mercury have also been found.
The most durable paper is made by
a guild near Nanking, China, which
supplies the government of that em
pire the leaves of its official docu
ments. Some of these are over a
1000 years old. Fireproof paper made
of asbestos is another kind of greater
durability. The drawback to them,
however, for printing purposes, is that
although they will pass through fire
unscathed, they come out snow white,
without a trace of the printed letters
or writing that was on them.
M*l Paople Are Lopsided.
“Most people are lopsided,” said a
Chestnut street photographer. “It
isn’t a very nice thing to say. per
haps, but it's true. In my business I
have to study people's features very
closely in order to get the best re
sults, and > can safely say that the
two sides of a person s face are never
alike. Only about one person in 15
lias perfect eyes, and in many cases
the eyes aro entirely out of line—that
is. one is slightly higher than the
other. The right ear is also very often
higher than the left, and one cheek is
sometimes noticeably fuller than the
other. Tailors will tell you, too, that*
the left leg of most men is longer than
the right. Try it and see. Take a
pair of trousers, hold them together
at the waist band, and you will see
that one leg is made longer than the
other. One arm is nearlv always
longer than the other."—Philadelphia
Record.
“From Her six Children.”
An interesting incident at Windsor
occurred at St. George’s chapel at the
time of the queen’s funeral. At the
conclusion of the service a royal ser
vant appeared, who made a rapid
search among the floral tributes un
til he found a small and simple cir
cle of green laurel leaves, which he
promptly returned to the sacred
building. Few people knew afterward
and virtually none at the time that
this simple tribute in such marked
contrast to the often over-elaborate
devices, sent with better motive per
haps than taste, was the most inter
esting of all. and that the plain card
attached to it bore the brief but im
pressive inscription, “From her six
children. "—Chicago Times-Herald.
Berlin has 14 schools in which girls
of I.'*, and 14 are taught to cook.
Barbed- Wire Fence##
An animal will seldom go near
enough to a barbed-wire fence to be
badly damaged by it, if led up to it
when first put out, and allowed to
learn how sharp the barbs are by a
slight prick from them, which will do
no real damage. But sometimes one
will push another against it. The
greatest danger is from a barbed-wire
that is not in place, but has become
detatched from the post and has a
part of its length lying on the ground
to entagle the legs of any animal or
person walking along and not noticing.
See that all such fences are made safe
before any animals are let out there.
Sunflower* for Poultry.
The value of feeding sunflower seed
to poultry cannot be too highly esti
mated. Asa matter of fact, where it
has been tried, the birds also doubled
their laying qualities. The new Mam
moth Russian sunflower is the variety
to grow; this contains much larger
seed, and with more egg forming ma
terial, than the common sunflower.
Fed to the Light Brahmas, it has in
deed been known to make them lay
equally as well as the Leghorns or
any of the other smaller breeds. It
also improved them greatly in size by
being given to the chicks while grow
ing. The Russian sunflower can be
produced more cheaply than any other
grain with much less labor, too, and
best of all it will grow, in any climate
on any soil. Therefore, fanciers as
well as farmers should not overlook
it, for poultry, if rightly handled, will
bring more money according to the
capital invested than anything else on
the farm. —The Epit.omist.
Best lime for Grafting.
The best time for grafting fruit
trees is in the spring, about the time
the sap begins to move. This is ear
liest in the plum and the cherry, and
later in the apple and pear. The exact
time, of course, varies a little with
the climate and the seasons, but will
usually be in March and April. A mild
atmosphere and occasional showers
are favorable to success. The scions
should generally be selected before
hand, say very early in the spring, and
kept in moist earth in the cellar. In
other words, the stock on which the
scion is to be placed ought to be a
little more advanced, with the sap in
more active circulation, than that of
the scion.
The practice of grafting as a means
of multiplying and propagating choice
fruit is of very ancient date. It was
well known to the ancient Greeks and
Romans, and the latter adopted a
great variety of methods about as in
genious as any known to our modern
pomologists. The French, who are
among the most expert in grafting,
practicing as many as 50 different
methods, have succeeded perfectly in
grafting annuals like the dahlia, toma
to, etc. —Up-to-Date Farming.
To rievcnt Spring; Dwindling.
Watering bees is of considerable
benefit and w r e would as soon think of
allowing our other stock to roam the
country in quest of water as the bees
in the apiary. During winter the
moisture that condenses in the hive
furnishes the colony water, but during
the early spring these condensations
cease. They begin brood rearing
early, and in order to prepare food
for the young larva must have water.
The most vigorous bees go forth in
quest of water, find it at some brook
or tank where it is ice cold, fill them
selves and are chilled, and do not get
back to the hive. The necessities for
water steadily increasing other bees
go out, to share a like fate, until the
colony is emaciated and the brood
dies.
Every careful beekeeper well knows
that one bee in early spring is of more
value to him than a half a hundred
later on. In order to prevent spring
dwindling we take a Mason half-gallon
fruit jar, remove the screw top, take
a seven-eighths board four inches
square and with a small gouge or a
knife cut a groove nearly from one
extreme corner to the other, taking
care not to cut quite to the corner.
Fill the jar with water, place the board
over the mouth, invert all quickly and
stand in a convenient place in the
apiary. When the sun shines suffi
ciently so that bees can fly, it will
also warm the water through the
glass, and we are always able to give
them pure, warm water. No one until
they have given this a trial will fully
realize how much water a single col
ony will use during the height of brood
rearing. In order to draw them from
the old watering place it may be nec
essary to slightly sweeten the water
for a day or two.—E. Whitcomb, in
American Agriculturist.
Arranging Vine* Artistically.
“I intend making a very interesting
experiment this season,” remarked a
woman, who is exceedingly fond of
flowers, the other day. “Last summer
I thought that T would start vines in
boxes to climb up over a rough stone
chimney that was built through the
veranda against the house. When I
was about to plant my creepers., how
ever, it occurred to me how much
better it would be if they* could grow
permanently in the ground, so I had
a carpenter come and cut away about
a foot of the varanda flooring around
the chimney, and then put boards ver
tically around the aperture reaching
to the ground beneath, about three feet
below. I then had the edge of the
cut boards neatly finished with mould
ing. and the hole or ditch filled up
with good garden loam, in which I
planted my vines. They grew well ail
summer, and I only had to cover them
up for the winter like those on the
outside of the porch. I was so pleased
at the success of my departure that
this year I intend to carry the idea
further and lay out a small garden
at one end of my piazza—making beds
in geometrical designs. The exposure
is a sunny one, and I do not see why
flowers planted in this way should not
thrive capitally; besides, I think the
effect will be lovely.
“One of the great advantages of
planting flowers in the ground instead
of in pots o r tubs will be in watering
them, for, of course, the drainage will
be right into the earth itself. Every
one who has tried growing things in
tubs or pots knows what an ugly stain
they are apt to make on the floor and
how ugly nans look under them. My
pian will quite do away with this diffi
culty. besides being much prettier in
effect. The edges of the beds will be
neatly finished with a moulded border,
and the only difficulty I see about the
whole matter will be the gradual de
cay of the boards underneath that
hold of earth; but if I get stout planks
they will last for two or three years,
and can be renewed at the end of that
time if necessary.”—New York
Tribune.
Raising Turkey*.
Many have the ambition to raise
turkeys but comparatively few dare
embark upon the venture for fear of
making a failure. The young turkey
is indeed delicate bird, and needs
most skilful care and proper handling.
For example, it must not be exposed
to rain or cold; must not be over
wearied by the restless wandering of
the hen; must have the right food,and
not too much of it. Therefore, as the
mother bird is naturally a wild wan
derer, a great difficulty is met with,
in keeping her within bounds, let
alone the constant watchfulness de
manded to keep her and her brood cut
of the numerous dangers to which they
are subject.
The majority of failures, however,
are due to over fussing with the food.
Baked cakes, boiled eggs, and othfcr
prepared dainties, give much trouble,
for they are really not good for the
bipds. Mother Nature herself shows
us this. Take it where the wild tur
key flourishes, and broods of a dozen
or more will be seen running with the
old hens, from which it is reasonable
to conclude that the best feeding is
that which the birds procure in their
native woodland haunts. This consists
chiefly of grubs, beetles, flies, and the
seeds of plants and trees; also, the
wild chestnut crop, and the smaller
acorns on which the wild turkey fat
tens fast. The berries of the woods
afford much food, and if this natural
feeding can be nearly imitated, good
results will generally attend the care
of a young brood of turkeys.
The list of foods required is as fol
lows: Buckwheat, corn, barley, wheat,
young grass, chopped cabbage,
chopped meat scraps, and usilally the
kitchen waste from the table. Cook
ing this mixture, however, is not de
sirable. The young birds first meal
should consist of cracked corn and
cracked oats or wheat, soaked in
water over night, so that it may be
in much the same condition as the
food naturally gathered on the open
ground. The fact is, dry food is one
of the frequent causes of failure to
rear turkey chicks. —The Epitomist.
Seed Crop* and Their Selec ion.
It is gratifying to notice that most
seed crops, such as beans, peas, tur
nips and other marketable winter veg
etables, have had a satisfactory sea
son, and that in spite of large imports
of dried peas and beans, our American
crops have sold at good prices. There
should be no need of imports of any
of these crops, and there would be
none if intelligent American farmers
would grow some of the varieties that
are in fashionable demand. Exports
of American peas and beans have in
creased in the past year, partly due
to the great quantities needed by the
American army in the Philippines.
The beans that are in the most de
mand and which pay the highest prices
are not always the kind that the aver
age farmer can raise at a profit. I
have found that it pays better to raise
the particular variety which seems
adapted to my soil and climate than to
force the growth of some which only
indifferently thrive here. This, I be
lieve, is becoming the fashion among
all seedsmen and growers. There are
certain restricted areas where onions
do their best, and another where peas
and beans thrive well. By finding out
what crop will do the best in a certain
locality we soon establish a reputa
tion for quality that pays in the end.
Connecticut white onions bring a dol
lar or more a barrel in every market
because of the reputation established
in this way. New York state hops
are quoted higher than those of any
other section for the same reason, and
western New York peas and beans are
likewise worth a little more than the
average lot that goes to market.
More care in the selection of seed
varieties I believe is needed just now
than anything else. Seedsmen and
consumers of dried peas and beans
are becoming more critical and exact
ing. They demand the best and pay
accordingly. In raising crops of this
nature it is impossible to tell before
| hand the acreage or the average size
of the crop, consequently the producer
| cannot estimate the output or chances
|of good prices, in most other farm
products it is easier to foretell a possi
ble glut in the market. It is well to
dispose of the crop as a consequence
as early as possible at a fair price.
Plenty of dealers and seedsmen will
make offers for the output if the con
dition, of the seeds is guaranteed to
be prime. This method of selling the
crop in advance is in most cases the
; best, and produces more general sat
isfaction. S. W. Chambers, in Ameri
can Cultivator.
LUCK IN DETECTIVE WORK. ~
Cine, of the Sort That Lead to Somethin..
Once In a Lifetime. 5
“It's very strange how a detective
will be put on the right track by 80me
trivial incident, apparently disasso
ciated altogether from the case i n
hand,” remarked an old government
official the other day.
“A dozen years ago, when I was do
ing some special work in the secret
service department tinder Chief Bell
I undertook to run a fellow W b,’
had been making some remarkably
perfect counterfeit silver dollars, and
who had slipped through the fingers
and captured his plant. The man "hail
taken bis meals for several months at
a restaurant I patronized now and
then, and I noticed him, casually, sit
ting at the table, but the only thing
I could remember about him was that
he ate a great many oysters, and al
ways called for raspberry vinegar and
white pepper to use on them as con
diments. The combination was rather
peculiar, and had fixed itself on mv
mind, but it could hardly be regarded
as much of a clue. I hunted high and
low for the fugitive, and after putting
in four or five weeks without discover
ing anything that would give the
slightest lead to his whereabouts, I
gave up in despair and. for the time
being, put the case in the pigeon hole.
“Fully six months afterward an
other affair of an entirely different
character took me to a city in a dis
tant state, and one afternoon I dropped
in at. a good sized fancy grocery to
make some inquiries about an address.
While I was waiting to speak to the
proprietor I heard an unusually fat
man giving a clerk an order for a gal
lon of raspberry vinegar and impress
ing him particularly to send the best
quality. Naturally, the stuff remind
ed me of my missing counterfeiter,
and after the fat gentleman went out
I asked the clerk carelessly who he
was. ‘He keens a restaurant at No.
,’ replied the young man. ‘I won
der if he is as particular about his
white pepper also,’ I remarked on the
impulse of the moment. The clerk
looked astonished. ‘Why, that's fun
ny,’ he said: ‘I sold him some extra
strong imported white pepper only yes
terday.’ It seemed hardly possible
that it could be anything more than
a mere coincidence, but on the bare
chance that I bad struck a trail I
strolled around to the restaurant that
evening, and the first man I laid eyes
on was my long-lost silver-clollar ex
pert. Ho was eating raw oysters with
vinegar and pepper, and I was so
pleased with myself that I let him get
through before I tapped him on the
shoulder and told him he was under
arrest. It turned out that he had
struck town only a week before, and
had called for his favtorite condi
ments at this particular cafe. They
weren’t on hand in the place, but the
proprietor promised to get them for
him, and the result was that the epi
curean counterfeiter did seven years
in the United States prison at Colum
bus.
“But those a-e rare strokes of
chance,” added the old officer. “Once
in a lifetime is about their average.”
—New Orleans Times-Democrat.
Stole Live Dees.
The thief is not very choice about
what he steals these days. Not very
many months ago the Telegraph re
lated an instance where somebody had
stolen a redhot stove from the kitchen,
of a Walnut street residence while
supper was being cooked. Now comes
a man who stole four bee hives, in
which were a myriad of the little
stingers. It Is well known that a pro
fessional chicken thief has a language
by which he can persuade the barn
yard fowls to keep a deadly silence
at night while he picks over the lot of
them and inveigles into a sack those
on which his fancy becomes fixed, but
it is rather surprising to hear that
any man can make bees understand
that they must not sting him as he
lifts a busy hive to his shoulder in
the dead of the night and marches
across country with it.
This is what has been lone, how
ever. In a neighborhood through
which Ross street runs a bee farm was
robbed night before last and four big
hives were carried so far that the beps
have not yet found their way back to
their old homes. It is said that when
bees want to go to any particular
place they rise in the air and circle
around until they find the proper di
rection, and then they make what is
commonly known as a “bee line,” go
ing straighter to the place than a crow
could fly.—Macon (Ga.) Telegraph.
Rtitftia’* Industrial Kxpan^ion.
In parts of European Russia there
is an annual increase of 30 percent in
the number of factories and machine
shops erected, some of them equipped
with the most modern machinery in
the world; in Trans-Caucasus, the
hand loom is being replaced by the
cotton mill, worked by steam or water
power; the three thousand miles of the
Trans-Caspian railway, although,
built solely as a military road, have
been of necessity turned over to the
department cf commerce, owing to the
unexpected and enormous increase in
traffic along the line; not merely this,
but so rapid has been the uniooked for
development and setlement of central
Asia by European Russians that it is
\iow deemed necessary that three addi
tional railways should be built to con
nect the Trans-Caspian system with
that of European Russia. One of the
projected roads is to descend from
Orenburg in the Urals, another from a
point not far distant from Astralcan.
while the third (and the most impor
tant to America) is being constructed
across the Caucasus mountains, with
the aid of capital secured in Wall
street. —A. H. Ford, in the Engineer
ing Magazine.