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•== —7 MODERN chicken coops. The Onoe nmUtorUth. H.t.Gltm Way to Win* Netting* Men whose memories go bock, say, 40 years will remember that in those days when a man wanted to build a chicken ooop he bought a bundle or two of laths and built it There are mighty few lath chicken coops built nowadays, gven the smallest chicken raiser, who keeps in his back yard, makes his coop or runway of poultry netting. The chicken house, or shelter, is made of boards, often of two thicknesses and with tarred paper between, for better protection from the weather, and with openings at the bottom and under the projecting roof lor ventilation. Laths ware cheap; poultry netting is still cheaper. It is made of steel wire, galvanized, in various widths and in varirns sizes of mesh. The netting moat commonly used is six feet wide, with a two inch mesh. The chicken raiser sets up a frame and tacks the netting to it Narrow nettings of smaller mesh are used in various ways to keep in little ~ chicks —sometimes a foot wide small mesh netting to run around at the base of the inolosure, the regular netting being set above it, thus increasing the total height of the netting. Sometimes the small mesh netting is run around inside of the regular netting, thus mak ing die lower part of the netting double. Sometimes it is used to make separate small inclosures within the large run way and perhaps to make a number of small inclosures to keep separate broods of ehicks apart. The narrow, small mesh netting is made up to three and a half feet in width. There is nowadays a use for wire net ting in chicken houses. A netting with a square mesh is laid on the jioor of chicken houses to keep out rats and mice. , , There are now many largo establish ments in this country for the raising of chickens for commercial purposes, for market and for breeding, and there arc as many men as ever who raise chickent at home, from the many who keep a few in the back yard, with a simple chicken house and ooop, to men whd raise many chickens and maintain an elaborate .plant for their breeding and keeping. But under whatever conditions they are raised, chickens are rarely seen nowadays in coops made of laths, such, as were familiar 40 years ago.—New AN ECLIPSE OF THE SUN. Somber and Terrible Was the Scene at the Moment of Totality. Mrs. Mabel Loomis Todd, writing in The Atlantic of an eclipse seen in Ja pan, says: “Just before totality, to oc cur at 2 minutes after 8 o’clock, I went over to the little lighthouse, taking up my appointed station on the sum mit, an ideal vantage ground for a spec tacle beyond anything else I ever wit nessed. Grayer and grayer grew ths day, narrower and narrower the cres cent of shining sunlight The sea faded to leaden nothingness. Armies of crows, which had pretended entire indiffer ence, fighting and flapping as usual on gables and flagpoles with unabated fer _ vor, finally succumbed, and flew oft with heavy haste to the pine forest on the mountain side. The French man-of war disappeared in the gloom, the junks Headed in colorlessness, but grass and verdure suddenly turned strangely, vividly yellow green. “It was a moment of appalling sus pense. Something was being waited for. The very air was portentous. The flocks of circling sea gulls disappeared with strange cries. One white butterfly flut tered by vaguely. “Then an instantaneous darkness leaped upon the world. Unearthly night enveloped all things.- With an inde scribable outflashing at the same sec ond, the corona burst forth in wonder ful radiance. But dimly seen through thinly drifting cloud, it was neverthe less beautiful, a celestial flame beyond description. Simultaneously the whole northwestern sky was instantly flooded with a lurid and startlingly brilliant orange, across which floated clouds slightly darker, like flecks of liquid flame, while the .west and southwest gleamed in shining lemon yeUow. It was not like a sunset; it waatoo som ber and terrible. ” Sane Advice to Young Artists. “Don’t give in” was about the gist of what Sir Wyke Bayliss said to the English art students in a lecture at the South Kensington museum. He told them what ought to be their watchword: “Do not believe, he said, in the in sidious lie that the devil is always whispering to the soul of the artist that the golden age of art is past and that what was done yesterday cannot be done today, for art is in its decadence. Such an assertion was the danger of the time, and he would have them track it to its source and kill it there. It had two forms—despondency and tempta tion—bnt he urged them not to be in fluenced by either. Let their study be based upon knowledge, the knowledge that had accumulated during the ages and was formulated ip what was known as academic trailing, and let their knowledge in turn be based upon their own study. ” i. > Certainly that is the best of advice, for what has been done before can be done again. * , , No Need to Cry. “Don’t cry, Buster, ” said Jimmieboy after the catastrophe. “Napoleon didn’t cry every time his brother hit him acci dentally on the eye. ” “I know that, “retorted Buster. “Na poleon did all the hittin on the eye his *lt ’ ’—Harper’s Bazar. Rare Felicity. lovely bargains as there are at that new place! He—AM ■ She—Yea, silks at 18 cents, and in a ■tore so small that a hundred persons crewd it to suffocation!—Detroit Jour nal & - < A DUEL IN THE SNOW. , The Incident Upon Which Wn Fosadt-l Gerome’s Beautiful Picture. Every one has seen the engraving of > Gerome’s beautiful but sadly effective i picture, “A Duel In the Snow.” > Through the mist of early morning one r antagonist is lying on his back on the sward, while his adversary, leaning t on a friend’s arm, is slowly walking i away from the scene of the encounter. > Both are Wearing the masquerading oos ’ tume of a Pierrot. In a thicket a car [ riage waits to drive off with the suo • cessful opponent. i .. There is every reason to believe, from > recently disclosed information by M. Alfred Darimon, that in portraying on ! canvas that impressive episode the artist was not influenced by solely im j aginative caprice, but that he has repro ) duced a scene in real life. i The facts are as follows: The duelists I were M. Jules Brame, a former minis ter of public instruction under the sec- i ond empire, and M. D. D., a well , known journalist on the staff of one of I the most influential newspapers in the i north of France. When the duel occur j red, both were studying for the bar. j One Shrove Tuesday they, in company I with friends, had repaired to a restau- I rant on the Boulevard with a view of . enjoying a good dinner aqd afterward of going to the masquerade ball at the i Opera. They alt ‘agreed to go as Pler , rots. As they all wore masks some one [ suggested that they should adopt some i distinctive sign by which they could I recognize one another in the crowd, D. , D. suggested that they should pin a la bel bearing a number to their backs. , The idea was unanimously adopted, and i D. D. prepared the labels accordingly. [ While so doing a. diabolical idea dime I into his head. It was carnival time. Why should he not have his little joke! . When it was Jqles frame’s turn to [ .have a ticket pinned to his back, his . friend D. D. had written in large letters i beneath the number, “I am Jules I Brame.” One can easily imagine what i was the result. No sooner had Brame I set foot in the main passage to the pre- I miere galerie than he was followed by a i lady wearing a mask, who, on his pre- I paring to enter a private box, cried out, i “I wish you success, Jules Brame.” I Later on, on re-entering the passage, he i was surrounded by a group of masquer ader?, who with one voice shouted out, “Good day, my dear Brame.” That proved to him that he was known to ever one, although he was puzzled to understand how it could be. Passing in front of a bets Opener, the girl burst out laughing. He inquired angrily what she was laughing at. “Why,” she replied, “I am laughing at the funny idea which led you to pin a label on your . back with your name on it. ” And, suiting the action to the word, she unpinned the label and hand ed it to him. Jules Brame considered the joke not only in bad taste, but insulting. He sought out his comrade, and, finding him in the saloon, he reproached him angrily in the hearing of the crowd, in sisting that he should apologize openly then and there. D. D.’, resenting his friend’s attitude toward him, declined to apologize. A duel therefore, in ac cordance with French habits and cus toms, was inevitable. Seconds were at once chosen. Short swords were pro cured, and in their Pierrot costumes the antagonists started for the Bois de Boulogne. Fortunately the duel did not end fatally, as seems to be the case in Gerome’s picture, for, although Brame ran his sword right through D. D.’s body, no vital organ was touched. He recovered very quickly, and the two an tagonists became fast friends again.— Westminster Gazette. NECESSITIES COSTLY. In Paris Water Is the Moat Precious and Kxelusive Drink. “Water is the most precious and ex clusive drink you can order in Paris, ’ ’ writes Lilian Bell in a letter from the French capital to The Ladies* Home Journal. “Imagine that, you who let the water run to cool it 1 In Paris they actually pay for water in their houses by the quart. Artichokes and truffles and mushrooms and silk stockings and kid gloves are so cheap here that it makes you blink your eyes, but eggs . and cream and milk are luxuries. Silks and velvets are bewilderingly inexpen sive, but cotton stuffs axe from America and are extravagances. They make them up into ‘costumes’ and trim them with velvet ribbon. Never by any chance could you be supposed to send cotton frocks to be washed every week. The luxury of fresh, starched muslin dresses and plenty of shirt waists is unknown. “I never shall overcome the ecstasies of laughter Which assail me when I see varieties of coal exhibited in tiny shop windows, set forth in high glass dishes, as we exploit chocolates at home. But well they may respect it, for it is really very much cheaper to freeze to death than io buy coal in Paris. The reason of all this is the city tax on every chicx ; en, every carrot, every egg brought Into Paris. Every mouthful of food is taxed. This produces an enormous revenue, and thia is why the streets are so clean. It is why the asphalt is aa smooth as a ballroom floor. IS is why the whole of Paris is as beautiful as a dream.” Too Mach Like » Pun. “No, sir,” said the Kansas editor, “your services are no longer required. ” “May I venture to ask why I’m dis charged?” “You’re too blamed funny. That style may do in the blase and heartless east, but when yon refer to a death in a *a tesrlble blow’ to the fam ily you overdo it out here.”—Detroit News. It is estimated that the United King dom produces something like 1,500,000,- 000 gallons of milk every year over and above what is used on the farms for rearing calves, etc. !■ 'i ■ rrii London has an army cf 100,000 pick-. pockets. " 4 - - - --- ■ BETRAYED BY FLAPJACKS. A Waiter Who o<u> Tell a Man’* Oeen patten by the Way He Kata. There is a waiter in a Dearborn street restaurant who has discovered the sci ence of reading a man’s occupation by his manner of eating. He can look into the calm eye of a customer engaged in disarticulating a “ham and” and de termine with wonderful accuracy whether the man is a scissors grinder or a State street merchant. Os course one must be a close observer to do all this, and it isn’t everybody i that is afforded a lunch counter for a field of study. Yet if the student will avail himself of opportunities while seated at the mahogany board he will find that when the business man is at the table some habit acquired in the daily pursuance of his profession will be sure to show itself. For an instance, the banker may come in and order wheat cakes. If he does, the waiter declares he will Invariably dip his fingers in the water and ran over the cakes to see if there is a mis count. The gambler will look around to see if any one is watching and then palm a slice of bread. If he orders flapjacks, he is sure to slip them one by one from the bottom as he eats them. The clothing salesman will hold his flapjacks up to the light and feel the texture, while the keen observer will notice that the jew eler, upon ordering pie, will hold it to his ear, shake it and then listen, after which he will lift off the top crust with the point of his knife and examine the insides. During an interivew the other day the waiter stated that he called bis new science “eatistry. ” .“I have not mastered, my science yet,” said he, “and seldom a day passes but that I learn some hew point. Ob, it’s a great study, and I think in time it win take ita place along with palm istry and phrenology and other kindred sciences. “Have you ever made a mistake in judging a man’s occupation?” “Ohly once, and that could hardly be called a mistake, for I made no decision as to the man’s business. I confess I was stumped. The fellow came in and ordered his dinner. Os course I gave him a glass of water. He looked at it With some surprise and said, ‘I didn’t order that.’ “ ‘lt costs you nothing,’ says I, ‘and you don’t need to drink it unless you want to. ’ “He thanked me, and what de you think—&e broke his bread into it and then ate it with a spoon. I didn’t know what to make of it, and for the life of me I couldn’t determine what his busi ness was. When he was leaving, I tap ped him on the shoulder and asked him outright What he did for a living. “ ‘Why,’ says he, ‘l’m a milkman.’ ” —Chicago Inter-Ocean. AN OLD GOVERNMENT DIE. Used by • Lawyer as a Paperweight For Year*. In the course of a lecture at the Ap prentices’ library A. E. Outerbridge, Jr., related an interesting incident that serves to show how much more careful Uncle Bam is in the destruction of old dies for coins than he used to be. “Some time ago,” said Mr. Outerbridge, “I was visiting the office of a friend who is a lawyer, when I noticed upon bis desk a little metal object, cohered with three or four coats of red paint, which was apparently in use as a paperweight. It • was a government die for a silver dollar of 1809, and for my friend to have it in his possession was a penal offense. He did not know what it was until I told him, and he informed me that it had been around the office a» a paperweight as long as he could remember—4o years at least. I gave him a silver weight in its place and informed the authorities at Washington of the circumstance, also forwarding my friend’s affidavit as to what he knew about it. “At that time, though all dies were supposed to be destroyed when discard ed, the system was rather lax, and they sometimes found their way into the pos session of junk dealers. l agreed to turn over the die upon condition that it should not be destroyed, but kept iu the numismatic collection at the Philadel phia mint, and that I might borrow it at a futurt time to illustrate a lecture. The conditions were agreed to, and I have brought the die with me tonight to show to you. I bad to write' a very formal letter to get it, stating the pur pose for which it was to be used, and it must be returned tomorrow morning. ” —Philadelphia Record. Meltln* Metal*. A note concerning the peculiar phe nomenon noticed in the melting of met als when under extended pressure has recently been published by H. Bischof of Wiesbaden. When a metal is bedded in a mortar of chemically pure alumin ium oxide, thoroughly dried and then subjected to the necessary heat, a con siderable retardation in melting is no ticed. For instance, a- rod of silver, which should melt at 1,880 degrees F., when thus treated will not change its > form and melt together until 5,730 de grees F. Palladium, which should melt 1 at 2,780 degrees F., shows no sign of yielding at 2,900 degrees F- It would seem that these rods of metal, unable to expand while in the powerful grip of the aluminium oxide, which contracts on heating, simply cannot melt as they would under normal conditions. Boy Wanted. 1 Merchant (to applicant for position) 1 --Are you a good penman and a good speller? Applicant (who has recently graduat ed from public schools with high hon ors)—No, sir. I cannot spell well, nei ther can I write legibly, but in physiol ogy, astronomy, geology and zoology I ■ am an expert. Merchant (testily to clerk in next room) —John, send in some one with a * jgraqtical education —Minneapolis I| ib- STORY OF A WAR BONG ——. The Maa Who Contpoaed the Mule to "W* Are Comlac, Father Abraham ,** jThe man who composed the mute for Whittier’s song, “We Are Coming, Father Abraham, Three Hundred Thou sand Strong,” is an old and somewhat decrepit piano tuner, who carries on bis business near Windom, Minn. His game 11 A. B. Irving. One day soon after Lincoln’s call for ' 800,000 more men, Irving, then a young man, was on his way to Defiance, 0., from Fort Wayne for the purpose of singing at a political and loyal meeting. He had considerable reputation as a composer and singer and the Republic ans bad asked him to come and help them. On the way he read the poem, which had just been published. Irving studied it, formulated a tune, hummed it and got the rhythm, and that even ing at the Defiance meeting he sang the song for the first time. When he had finished, and the last echoes had died away, men mounted their chairs with wild enthusiasm, swung their hats and broke loose in cheers that rang with feeling. He sang it again and and they would scarcely let him The next night he sang the song at Fort Wayne, and again aroused the same enthusiasm. He wrote out the music and sent it to the publisher who had handled what he had oomposed, with instructions to publish it on his usual terms of royalty. It was publish ed, and inside of a month more than 40,000 copies had been sold. In a few days the publisher failed and Irving never received a dollar for the music.— New York Sun. CLOSED THE ROOM. Does the Ghost of Washinctea Btttl Stalk . Through the Old Manstoaf It was customary in the family of George Washington to shut up unused for two years a room in which death had occurred, says an exchange* So, after the death of the first president in the stately chamber with the great four poster bed which is still shown to visit ors, Martha Washington, with her lone ly heart, nightly climbed the attic stairs to lie in a low ceiled, sloping roofed room with one. window—a room intol erably hot in summer, with little or no means of securing a draft except by • triangular opening where the lower cor ner of the door had been cutoff to make room for the passage of the cat Martha Washington died before the two yeuc period had ended. If she had occupied the death cham ' her, would she have seen the ghost of her dead husband? They say that the stalwart, stately figure of the brave general stalks through the passage with martial tread and clank of astral sword in spectral scabbard. Again and again it has happened that people detained at Mount Vernon <m the business of the Mount Vernon associa tion have declared, on “waking from a sleepless night,” that they had beard tiie ghost’s sword and stride and seen its tall, commanding figure, dressed in the old uniform that in life it wore. No lights are permitted in the old house, for fear of fire, except during the meeting of the regents, and then only candles. Ghosts are said to love dark or ill lighted houses. Most Wonderful Cave la the World. The most wonderful cave in the world is in the island of Tonga, in the south Pacific. Byron called it “a chapel of the seas. ” It is formed in a rock that is almost surrounded by the ocean. This rock is about 60 feet high and broad proportionately. Many years ago a boy, the son of a native chief, was chasing a huge turtle, when, his game seemed to sink into the rock. The lad watched and waited until the tide fell, disclosing a small bpenifig in the rock about six feet under low water marie. Diving boldly, the young hunter en tered the aperture, and, to his surprise, came to the surface inside the rock. The sock was hollow, and its interior yvte found afterward, when the natives ex plored it with torches, to contain many beautiful stalactites. _ . When attacked and followed by ene mies, the natives, who know the secret, leave their canoes, plunge into the water and disappear. Their foes linger, aston ished at their disappearance, for no per son not acquainted with-it would sus pect that the rock was hollow.—London Telegraph. Costly Flavin* Cards. A pack of cards was recently sold at a London stationer’s for S6OO. It was one of the handsomest Italian copper plate card games called “tarocchi di Mantegna, ” made during the fifteenth century. Another pack of cards recently sold at Paris for almost S4OO. Each of the cards in this pack is a master work of the engraver’s art, and all the fig ures in the game were historical por traits. The queen of hearts, for instance, represented Queen Anne of England, the king of hearts being her husband, Prince George of Denmark. The queen of diamonds was Queen Anne Sophia of Denmark, the queenjof clubs the then crown princess of Prussia, the wife of Frederick William L and the queen of spades Princess Anna of Russia, later on the czarina. The jacksTn this deck of cards represent the most prominent diplomats of Europe at the sama time. —Philadelphia. Record. MeiUM*** Advlea. Somebody once wrote to the late Henri Meilhac to ask his advice as to how to become a dramatic author. ‘'lt is a difficult career, and the trade is not easy,” wrote back Meilhac. “Above all, it needs success. Yes, success is the thing if you want to have talent” j It is claimed in behalf of the Bermu das that the comptexions of the natives are the finest in the world. This seems to be a clever advertisement of the Ber muda onion, of which 17,000,000 pounds are exported annually. 11 1 T .11 ta—J- I mi in.■*^. ii . i .,m.. ■ ■■■nil AN OPEN LETTER To MOTHERS. WE ARE ASSERTING IN THE COURTS OUR RIGHT TO THE EXCLUSIVE USE OF THE WORD “ C ▲STORLA, 0 AN” “FITOHZB’S CASTOBLA,” AS OUR TRADE MARX. I, DR. SAMUEL PITCHER, qf Hyannis, MassaehusetU, 908 the originator of “PITCHER'S CASTORIA,” the same that has borne anil does now on bear the facsimile signature of loragper. This is the original M PITCHERS CASTORIA,'* which has been used in the homes qf the Mothers of America for over thirty years, LOOK CAREFULLY at the wrapper and see that it is the kind you have always bought on the and has the signature of wrap- per, Ho one has authority from me to use name ex cept The Centaur Company of which Chas. K Fletcher is A < Do Not Be. Deceived. 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