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the Flag of sTAftS.
Oh, not alone ,he t '““ cr SO .’i. th_
Alone the «t<adf»st north sfelw
Saw with wet
our flag of stars go forth!
Oh, not alone >'>.•
Nor the young side by side
The nation s children pre—
. n. -nd east and west
Th?pr“lrie «nd the desert.
Yielded their flower again.
The flower of the land.
Hiring the mother’s call, went forth
To Xd at her right hand
We be many hands in labor,
But one arm for the right;
One blood to shed, one heart till dead.
One good sword for the fight ;
V,e be many tongued and minded,
But one mind and one tongue
When one® wide sent through a continent
The nation's word has rung!
Then northern tongues sing “Dixie'
Beneath the ancient flag,
And the southerner dies to rebaptize
His own the “Yankee rag!"
Brothers—to keep for freedom's sake
The flag of stars unfurled
Beneath the stars of heaven—to make
The starlight of the world!
—Grace EUerly Channing in Youth's Com
pan ion.
A LESSON IN COOKING.
How u Hobo Served Il> a Dish of
Iloust Chicken.
“The first time I ran away front
home I learned a trick or two that was
worth the while, ’’said a well known
businessman. “I started out on several
unauthorized tours of adventure before
I reached years of discretion, but the
first is most vividly impressed upon my
memory. Three of us kids caught a
freight train and got some 60 or 70
miles away from home before the first
nightfall. Then we didn't know where
to spend the night. Several attempts to
quarter ourselves in empty box cars on
the side track of a little village only
resulted in our being chased away and
threatened with arrest, so we went to
the outskirts of the place and built a
fire on the bank of a little creek. Here
we made ourselves as comfortable as
possible and one or two of us had actu
ally dozed off for short naps when a
regular hobo, a good specimen of the
real article, happened along and wanted
to know if we had anything to eat Os
course we hadn't.
“ ’Well,’ he said, ‘if yon fellers’ll
ketch a chicken I’ll show you a trick
that’ll be useful to you.’
“It didn’t take us long to catch the
chicken and bring it back. The veteran
member of the nomadic fraternity
wrung its neck, jerked off its head,
cleaned it and going down to the creek
wadded it up, feathers, feet and all, in
a big ball of yellow clay. This he rolled
into the fire and scraped the burning
embers up around it. The clay soon
hardened, and we could see it among
tbe wood coals gradually becoming a
bright cherry red. When it did so, the
cook rolled it out again, let it cool a
little and then broke it open with a
stone. The feathers had stuck to the
baked clay and a clean, inviting chick
en was ready to be served. All the
moisture that in ordinary baking is lost
had been kept in by the bricklike in
closure, and the morsel that fell to my
lot was the juiciest and sweetest I have
ever eaten.” —Cincinnati Enquirer
IIIm Absent Companion*.
At a banquet given in Rochester two
of the expected guests were unable to
be present. The order of seating hap
pened to be such that a particularly
jovial and companionable gentleman
sat with one of the vacant chairs on
each side of him. The empty chairs
and first course of oysters were left in
place for some time in case the expected
guests arrived. The solitary gentleman
therefore could move neither to the
right nor to the left, but amiably
beamed throughout the repast, seem
ingly none the worse for his enforced
isolation. After the banquet some one
innocently asked him:
“How did you enjoy yourself, old
chap?”
“First rate,” he replied briskly
enough. “I ent next to a couple of fel
lows who weren’t there ” —Rochester
Herald.
The Mannffed Husband Im Worthless.
Helen Watterson Moody believes that
the husband who can be managed is
not worth managing, “and there is no
better principle,” she adds, in The Ln
dies' Home Journal, “for both husband
and wife to adopt in adjusting them
selves to the new relation than that of
trying to do each by the other what
men are accustomed to call ‘the square
thing. ’ Many a woman understands
‘managing’ a husband better than she
does doing the square thing by him,
and many a man understands and prac
tices doing the square thing by other
men who would be affronted if he were
to be told that, judged by his own busi
ness standards, he habitually dealt un
fairly with his own wife.”
Mrs. Watkins’ Club Inheritance.
“I don’t see,” said Mr. Mulberry,
“why you women have that Mrs. Wat
kins in your literary club The rest of
you are bright enough, but she’s as dull
as dull can be. ”
“It’s this way, ” answered Mrs. Mul
berry. “Mrs. Watkins’ great-grand
mother’s half sister’s second cousin by
marriage could trace her descent from
Chaucer. So, you see, after all, with
such literary claims, we couldn’t very
well leave Mrs. Watkins out "•—Har
per’s Bazar.
A Candid Suitor.
"What do youthink? Papa asked
Jack if he expected to get any money
in marrying me. ”
"Was Jack insulted?'
Insulted? He told pop that a good
home was more of an object to him
than wages.’’—Detroit Free Press.
( alcined seed pearls are considered a
medicine of greet potency by the Chi
nese. and beautiful art work in mother
D I' tar t has long been executed both in
Llnua and Japan
HE HAD A BAD HABIT.
And It Made Him a Poor Insurance
IHmR In Kentucky.
The manager of a life insurance com
pany had the floor.
“Life insurance companies,” he was
saying, “are as particular about the
people they already have on their lists
as they are about getting them on in
the beginning. They are rich, of course,
but they are no more anxious to take
in a man who will die of disease within
the first year or two than they are to
take in a perfectly healthy man and
have him hazard his life by taking per
sonal risks in dangerous pursuits or by
travel in unhealthy countries.
“I remember a funny instance that
occurred once while I was living in
New England. One of our SIO,OOO men
had away calling a man a liar in the
most careless and indiscriminate man
ner and with only the merest or no
provocation. One day he was in our
office and casnafiy mentioned the fact
that he was going to make a trip to
Kentucky.
“‘When?’ inquired the manager
alertly.
“ ‘Next week.'
“ ‘On business cr pleasure?'
“ ‘Going to buy a pair of horses.’
“ ‘Um—er —er!’ hesitated the man
ager. ‘Before you start I wish you
would stop in and see me.'
“ ‘What for? Want me to buy a
horse for you?’
“ ‘No: I want to arrange about your
policy. ’
“ ‘What do you want to arrange
about it? Isn't it all right?'.
“ ‘Yes, as long as yen stay in this
country. But if you go down to Ken
tucky we'll have to advance the rate
until you come back.'
“ ‘Well, what in , ’ began the
policy holder hotly, when the manager
interrupted him.
“ ‘Don't fly the track, my dear fel
low, ’ he said gently. ‘lt’s all right here
and-the rate is satisfactory to us; but,
by Jove, we can’t give yon the same
rate and let you go to Kentucky and
call men liars like yon do in this sec
tion. Not much! We haven’t got $lO,-
000 policies to give away like that, and
you oughtn’t to expect it.’ ”—Wash
ington Star.
AN HONEST ARTIST.
He Would Wot Paint n Lie Even For
a Napoleon.
There was no love lost between the
Emperor Louis Napoleon and his cousin.
Prince Napoleon, whom the Parisians
called “Pion Pion.” The prince used to
make abusive speeches against the em
peror, which people were only too ready
to repeat to him. “Let him alone,’
Louis Napoleon would reply. “He is
too well known. No one would turn me
out to place him on the throne.”
The emperor was correct, for no one
said a good word about “Pion Pion. ”
He was commonly believed to have
shown the white feather in the Crimea
and never exposed himself where the
lead was falling. An English lady, who
in her young days mingled with French
society, tells in her “Foreign Courts
and Foreign Homes” a story as discred
itable to Prince Napoleon as it is hon
orable to a French artist.
While the artist was painting the
historical picture of the battle of the
Alma, which the emperor had ordered,
Prince Napoleon called at the painter’s
studio to make known to him the facts.
On leaving he said he wished the prom
inent figure in the battle to be himself
mounted on his white charger. He sent
the horse to the artist so that he could
paint its exact portrait. When the pic
ture was finished and invitations were
sent out for a “private view,” the
white charger was seen, a prominent
figure in the battle, but without a rider.
On 1 ■•■aring of this terrible omission
the prince sent an aid-de-camp to ask
the reason. The honest artist said the
horse should remain if the prince wish
ed, but no rider would be on it. “Tell
the prince I have never yet painted a
lie. ” The hint was taken. The prince
ordered the horse to be rubbed out.
The Business ot a. Theater.
A prosperous theater in the city of
New York may in a favorable season
do a business of more than $250,000
and keep in employment 150 persons.
There are 37 theaters, including the va
riety houses, in active operation in the
boroughs of Manhattan and the Bronx,
while the borough of Brooklyn adds a
score or more. Everything which affects
business in general affects the theater
immediately.
A man will reduce his expenditures
for tickets to places of amusement long
before he thinks of cutting down his
supply of cigars, for the cigar belongs
to that class of luxuries which subtly
become necessaries, while the theater
habit, as any observant manager will
tell you, requires constant cultivation.
The management of a theater is there
fore an occupation requiring business
sagacity in a greater degree than it
calls for artistic taste. —W. J. Hender
son in Scribner's.
. Proud of Her Work.
He looked with forced admiration at
the slippers—forced because he already
had half a dozen pairs.
“You don't mean to tell me that
they are all your own work? What a
talented little wife I'm going to have!”
And she smiled, though the plain
truth was that she had bought the up
pers, paid a man to sole them and then
managed to sew the bows on crooked
after her mother had made them. Yet
she was very proud and really wonder
ed how she had managed to accomplish
so much. —Detroit Journal.
Sangatte Linka.
“Yes," said the yellow dog. “I be
lieve after death we enter into another
sphere of action. I think I'll be a golf
player. "
“How do you figure that out?"
liericd the black and tan.
“( >'!• I 'll be in the links. " Philadel-
I a North American.
AN UNFORTUNATE EDITOR.
Edison’* Experience In Newspaper Mak
ing: Vi iM Not a Happy One.
In her life story of Edison Mrs. Sarah
A. Tooley relates the following con
cerning the “Wizard:”
“Having been successful as a news
seller, Edison lost no time in becoming
an editor and publisher, and like Gar
rison:
What need of help ? He knew how types were
set.
He had a dauntless spirit and a press.
"True, Tom Edison’s press only con
sisted of a disused set of type purchased
for a nominal sum, and his combined
printing office and editorial sanctum
was a dilapidated luggage van, but it
possessed an advantage of which even
Printing House square cannot boast—it
was migratory. The van converted to
this novel purpose was attached to the
train on the Grand Trunk railway, and
appropriately enough the paper was en
titled The Grand Trunk Herald.
“A further venture was Paul Pry, in
which, if any one may bo excused a
pun. the editor ‘pried’ into things in
too free a manner, and some individuals,
incensed at his fun at their expense,
dipped him into the river to cool his
imagination. Further disaster followed
when one day a phosphorous bottle up
set in his laboratory and nearly set the
train on fire. The conductor promptly
removed Edison and his apparatus,
printing and chemical, to the platform
at the next stopping place.
“It was a bitter moment, of which
Edison cannot think without feeling
over again the sense of utter hopelessness
and desolation which came upon him
when he saw the train whirling off
while he stood alone and forsaken
among his broken goods, his ear tin
gling with a brutal box which injured
his hearing for life. ”
DIDN’T RECOGNIZE GOULD.
Story of a Man Who Thought the Finan
cier a Buuko Steerer.
Once when the late Jay Gould went
to Margaretville, N. Y., with his phy
sician and private car, he called on his
old friend George Decker, a retired
merchant of the village, who was for
merly a clerk with Gould in Roxbury.
Every one who knows Mr. Decker well
calls him “G, ” and this was what Mr.
Gould said to him:
“Hello, ’GI’ I guess you know me
this time, don’t you?”
A few years before Decker, while in
New York on business one afternoon,
was suddenly confronted on Broadway
by a dapper, black eyed little man, who
grasped him by the hand, exclaiming:
“How are you, Mr. Decker? lam glad
to see you. ”
Mr. Decker looked the little man over
from head to foot, and hurriedly an
swered:
" Yesj so am I, but I don’t know you,
sir. Good day. ”
“But, hold up,” said the other,
“aren’t you Georgo Deckenof Margaret
ville?”
“Oh, yes; that’s nil right,” respond
ed Decker, “but I am in too great a
hurry to bo interviewed today, my
friend. Yon have struck the wrong
man. ’ ’
“Yes, perhaps,” said the little man,
“but my name is Jay Gould. Don’t you
know me?”
“Jehosapbat!” exclaimed. Decker. “I
took you for a confidence-man. ”—Phil
adelphia Press.
M etal 11 zed Wood.
Tho following process, invented by
Mr. Rubennick, for metallizing wood,
is thus described by Les Mondes: “The
wood is first immersed for three or four
days, according to its permeability, in
a caustic alkaline lye (calcareous soda)
at a temperature of from 75 to 90 de
grees. Thence it passes immediately
into a bath of hydrosulphite of calcium,
to which is added, after 24 or 36 hours,
a concentrated solution of sulphur in
caustic potash. The duration of this
bath is about 48 hours, and its tempera
ture is from 35 to 50 degrees. Finally
the wood is immersed for 30 or 50 hours
in a hot solution (35 to 50 degrees) of
acetate of lead. The process, as may be
seen, is a long one, but the results are
surprising. Tho wood thus prepared,
after having undergone a proper drying
at a moderate temperacore, acquires un
der a burnisher wood n polished
surface and assumes a very brilliant
metallic luster. This luster is still fur
ther increased if the surface of the wood
be first rubbed, with a piece of lead, tin
or zinc and be afterward polished with
a- glass or porcelain burnisher. The
wood thus assumes the appearance-of a
true metallic mirror and is very>Bolid
and resistant.—lndention.
Tennyson and Birds.
Agnes Weld, a niece of Tennyson,
speaks thus of the poet in Tho Contem
porary Review: “Much asTennyison no
ticed every individual tree and plant,
bird life had a still greater attraction
for him. Ho was nxuch touched by the
fact that the caged linnet loses tho red
plumage from its head and breast al
the first molt after its captivity, and
never regains them, and he thought of
devoting a whole poem to tho deep
yearning for liberty of -which this was
the sign and type. And one reason he
climbed almost daily, when at Fresh
water, to the summit erf the Beacon
dowu was because he loved to watch
the wild, free flight of the seagulls cir
cling around its lofty cliffs.”
Contrary Infant.
“My wife couldn’t go to the concert
last night because the baby .threatened
to have croup. ”
“That wan too bad.”
“Yes, and now she is hopping mad
because the baby didn’t havni croup aftei
all.”—Chicago News.
English farmers, who know it h
against tbe law to use ferrets to drivi
out rabbits, place in the burrow a rub
ber hose wrth a tin horn on the end in
serted. Then they blow the horn, -am
bunny ccmew'out in quitk,order.
CAKIA I.E AS A TI TOR
AN AMUSING ANECDOTE OF THE
GREAT AND GLOOMY MAN.
He Had a Frown That Terrified and
a l.aiiKh That Startled Ilia Pnplla.
The Day the Donkey I nine to School
Awninat Illa Will.
A writer in The Scotsman has un
earthed an amu.-ingauccdote of Thomas
Carlyle as a country “dominie,” for
the accuracy of which he vouches. It
was told in IS ’3 by a Cupar Fife law
yer and provost who had been one of
Carlyle's pupils at Kirkcaldy, to the
writer and Hugh Miller. The interest
of this gentleman's reminiscences < f
his schoolmaster was heightened by his
utter unconsciousness that his old do
minie was the Thomas Carlyle who was
then beginning to be known to fame.
The old gentleman described the older
race of Scottish schoolmasters as always
during school hours wearing their hats
—at least ket ; i;m th* ir heads covered—
and many of the b-ys viewing the pe
culiar angle at which the hat stood up
on tbe head and how near it canie to the
eyebrows, could conjecture if tbe sav
age mood were to be that day predomi
nant.
“But my teacher,” said the provost,
“a strict and gloomy disciplinarian
with the name of Carlyle, nevet wore
ills hat in the school, and indeed his
brow was so overhung with dark threat
ening that no extra expression to alarm
us was needed from his lum hat! He
did not thrash us either very often or
very severely, but we bad a fear that,
if provoked, he would go great lengths
in punishment. 1 have seen his mere
scowl hush at once tbe whole school.”
Hugh Miller here interposed by ask
ing, “Did your teacher ever burst into
a strange laugh in school?”
“That is a very odd question," re
turned the provost. “Why do you ask?
But now that I remember, ho had at
times a very extraordinary laugh that
made us all stare. It bad a train of
queer chuckling which exploded in a
succession of loud and deep guffaws that
shook his whole body and displayed all
his teeth like the keys of a piano. He
then clapped his hands on the book he
held against his knees. Yet none of us
never knew at what he was laughing.
He bad a grim smile in reproving pupils
and a habit of tapping their heads with
his knuckles as he told them that the
heads would’never be worth the price
of hats or the charge of a barber, though
mammas and aunts had that morning
combed, kissed and blessed them, as if
they were teeming with the sublimest
inventions and designs!”
The provost saw that Hugh Miller
and some other guests were listening
eagerly, and he proceeded :
“One morning, a few minutes before
the school hour, when most of the pu
pils had arrived, and, as rain was fall
ing, they had gone into the school, a
donkey, which had broken loose from
its tether on a grassy spot near, was en
t ering the playground. Bill Hood and I
were so far on our -way, and Bill, who
was a stout and frolicsome lad—the
ringleader in many sports and tricks—
rushed to mount the animal and began
to guide and force it into the school.
“With desperate spurring the donkey
was induced to carry its rider over the
tbreshhold, and what a reception both
of them got from the juvenile crowds!
Bags of books were at once fastened to
tbe tail and around the neck of the ass,
and so busy were Bill and half a dozen
companions in urging the animal to a
canter around tbe school aud to ascend
the short stair of the master’s desk that
they did not notice how time was speed
i ing, and before they oould remove the
stranger Mr. Carlyle appeared.
’ “Weexpected a tremendous explosion
of wrath, but he burst into a roar of
, laughter—such a roar, however, as, in-
• stead of tempting us to join in it, pro-
9 duced a sudden and complete hush, and
- that roar was renewed again and again
f when tho ass, withdrawing its forefeet
s from the first step of the desk stair and
f turning round, took a pace or two slow
-0 ly toward the master as if to salute him.
0 “ ‘That, ’ exclaimed Carlyle, ‘is the
, wisest and best scholar Kirkcaldy has
? yet sent me. He is fit to be your teach-
• er.’ He tapped the donkey’s Mead ns he
1 was wont Ao do ours and ‘There’s
5 something here far more than in the
’* skulls of any of his brethren before me,
i though these skulls are patted in fond
a admiration by papas and mammas, anc
a thoughthat far grander headpiece meet:
0 only with merciless blows.’
1 “He then gave some hard taps or
1 Bill Hood’s head, aud would not allow
him to dismount, but for a penalty or
dered him to ride up and down th<
school for an hour, while those boy:
• who had been most active in helplnj
” Bill to go through tbe farce had t<
'■ march in pairs before and behind tin
’ perplexed looking ass. He did not re
a quire tho other scholars to attend ti
0 their several school lessons, but silentl;
<1 permitted them to stand as spectator
• of the grotesque procession. Then h
-1 himself, seated within his pulpitlik
f desk, surveyed Bill and his company.
P “1 have not for years thought of thi
• scene,” continued the provost, “but i
a has now come back to me freshly, an
” I remember that my old master bad
1 very strange laugh. I don’t know wha
h has become of him, nor indeed have
'" heard of him since I left Kirkcald
school. ”
Ko Open Date**.
-t “You have an elegant and spaciot]
d home,” said the pastor. “You bav
books, a piano, a daughter who ca
sing and play and everything to mals
d homo alluring. Why don’t you thro 1
, r your house open some evening in tt
week for the benefit of tbe homelei
young men? You might save many
is one from the club and the saloon.”
■ e “Young men?” said tbe wealth
> member. “There's one of them wt
1- comes to my house six evenings in ti
:•!•: What are you talking abou
| doctor?" —Chicago Tribune
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All Counterfeits, Imitations and Substitutes are but Ex
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infants and Children—Experience against Experiment.
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Castoria is a substitute for Castor Oil, Paregoric, Drops
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ami Flatulency. It assimilates tho Food, regulates tho
Stomach ami Bowels, giving healthy ami natural sleep.
Tlie Children’s Panacea—The Mother’s Friend.
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In Use For Over 30 Years.
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