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VOL. II.
Time said: “In this—life’s garden,
Dream you a merry day.”
And so I dreamed while morning streamed
Over the hills away.
Over the golden hills
Where the land of promise lay;
And I heard tho chime of the hells of Time
Over the hills away:
“Dreams—dreams—dreams!
A little of right and wrong:
Laughter and sighs and weeping eyes,
And Silence after the song.
Silence after the song—
Silence lone and long!
Dreams—dreams—dreams!” Stormy skies or starry beams—
Ben Winslow’s PIouse.
BELIEVE th
$ build time has that come house,” to
said young Mr.
Winslow to his
wife. “That is,
if we’re ever go¬
ing to build it.”
'in¬ “Of course we’re
going to build it,”
answered M r s.
Winslow, with the
sureness of a wo¬
man who knows
whatever she de
sires must come to her.
The Winslows had been married two
years, and from the beginning—and
time for them began when they met
each other at school and were children
—lovers.—they had decided to have a
home of their own some day. This
decision had not been out of their
minds a day in all that time.
One of Mrs. Winslow’s favorite
maxims was: “You are nobody in a
rented house.” This she supple¬
mented by such bits of worldly wisdom
as: “Everyone respects a man who
buys a good home for his family, ’’and
“No woman can make a real home out
of a rented house.”
Carrie Winslow was something of
beauty in her way. She had been
prettiest girl in her class at the high
school, aud had been graduated in
clouds of frothy white skirts, sunbursts
of Idihskes and smiles -aud smothered
in roses. When she arose to deliver
her essay on “Wliat Does the Future
Hold?” more of the male portion of
the audience saw than heard her. And
Ben Winslow—well, Ben Winslow,
who saw her every day and knew every
ripple of her lovely hair—literally
worshipped the air she breathed.
After her graduation she went East
to be polished at a young ladies’ school,
and to play scales and learn French
nnd things, to afterward forget them.
Ben went to work, with Carrie’s proph¬
ecy that he would become one of the
great men of the age. She was quite
positive of this; for had he not already
shown masterly ability in having won
her love and promise to marry him?
But, although she gave him her promise,
she refused to wear his ring, because
it wasn’t proper for young women
away at boarding-school to bo engaged
—and, anyway, hadn’t they been en¬
gaged ever .since she was ten and he
fourteen years of age?
Ben Winslow had plenty of good
stuff in him and he went to work like
a Trojan. He had a small position in
a wholesale house, and after working
hard all day, sat up half the night
thinking of the business and how it
could be made profitable. Now, that
sort of thing tells, whether a man be
the president of a bank or the digger
of ditches. His employers noted—
after awhile—that young Winslow had
ideas to give away; that he suggested
innovations that looked queer, because
no one had ever thought of them be¬
fore. And queerer still, when some of
his ideas were put into execution they
were found so profitable, that Win¬
slow’s forerunners almost lost caste be¬
cause they had not thought of them.
One day Carrie came home from the
school in the “East.” She was so
lovely that Ben lost his heart upon be¬
holding her. Her year or two away
from home had changed her from a
pretty girl into a lovely woman. And
Ben had, to lay at her feet a promo¬
tion that was substantial and a future
that was promising.
Carrie “came out” and society re¬
joiced in her. Men made onslaughts
upon her heart, and these she cleverly
repulsed. But she gave Ben plenty to
think about. He saw all about him
men of better positions and established
incomes, pay court to her.
Their engagement had not been an¬
nounced and would not until the com¬
ing winter—providing every thing went
well. This spurred Ben into business
brilliancies that won him another pro¬
motion, and old fellows who lunched
long in the middle of the day and
read their names on letter heads and
sign boards, looked at him in a specu¬
lative way and predicted great things
for him. There is nothing like a little
uncertainty in love to goad a man to
his best efforts.
At length Carrie accepted Ben’s
ring and their betrothal was an¬
nounced. Everyone declared him a
fortunate chap, and wondered where
his luck would land. His friends
said, as friends will: “Who would
have thought that Ben Winslow would
THE DREAMER.
And dreaming in life’s garden
Upon a couch of May,
There came a blight from lands of Night
Over the hills away.
Over the misty hills;
And Time, in a mautle gray,
With shadowed the' eyes, ’neatli"ruined skies,
l'assed over hills away.
“Dreams—dreams—dreamsl
A little of right and wrong;
Laughter and sighs and weeping eyes,
And Silence after the song.
Silence after the song—
Silence lone and long!
Be It storm or starry beams—
Dreams—dreams—dreams!”
F. L. Stanton, in Atlanta Constitution.
turn out so well? Why, when I
him at school, he was nothing but
big, good-natured boy with plenty
freckles, but that big, firm under
of his is responsible for it—and
luck, of course.”
When they were married
showered gifts upon them until
had enough to fill two houses, and
they hadn’t even one house.
“This won’t do,” said Carrie, laugh¬
ing. “Where is the house of our own
we were to have?”
“ ’M sure I don't know,” answered
Ben. “I’m not prepared to build the
Carrie, “but I am beginning to think
that we can do much better next time.”
After dinner Ben picked up his
evening paper, and, after reading the
news, turned to the real estate adver¬
tising columns to see if he could find
something for sale that would he
likely to suit him. He had not read
far before he looked up.
“Here’s the very thing,” he said,
“My George, this is lucky.”
“What is it?” asked Carrie, lower¬
ing the magazine she had been read¬
ing.
“Listen to this. Some fellow wants
to sell a perfect gem of a house,, aud if
he doesn’t want too much for it, I be¬
lieve we ought to take it. Ill read it
aloud: ‘A gentleman has satisfactory
reasons for desiring to sell his home.
The house contains twelve rooms, in
the most perfect arrangement, and
deoiiiated ia the latest and bust man¬
ner. Spacious parlors, dining-room,
with butler’s pantry; large hall, that
lends itself to much artistic furnish¬
ing, and smoking room on the first
floor. On the second floor a beautiful
hall, with southern window recesses;
chambers connecting with hath rooms,
a most comfortable and artistic den;
sewing-room and servants’ quarters.
Hanl-wood finish, perfect heat and
ventilation, and grounds not to be
surpassed on the south side.’ Well,
if that won’t suit ns, nothing will,
only it sounds a trifle grand.”
“Go and see them in the morning,
the first thing,” said Carrie, “before
some one else gets it.”
“The chap that I have told to sell
this miserable plaeo lias it for sale,
also, and I will speak of it when I
drop in to urge him to hurry this place
off our hands.”
In the morning Ben hurried to his
agent. “Say, old man, he said,
“You’ve got the very thing I desire,
What’s the price and when can I take
sort of gilded cage you deserve, But
it will come all right.”
The day before Ben married the
“firm” called him into the private
office. There it sat in awful con
clave. Tho “firm” was composed of
the “old man” and the junior partner,
who had been cashier once upon a
time aud had been ‘ taken in” several
years ago.
“Ben,” said the “old man,” looking
him in the eye, while the junior part¬
ner smiled and lighted a cigar. Ben
felt uneasy. “Ben, you’ve proved
yourself an exceptionally good business
man. Your growth has been rapid,
and we’ve decided to give yon the re¬
ward you’re entitled to. If everything
goes well we will offer you a partner¬
ship in the concern one year from
now. Now, no thanks. At that time
you will collect the dividends you’ve
earned since you’ve been with us.”
Then the “old man” and junior part¬
ner shook hands with Ben, and he
walked into the front office with the
picture of the house floating in the
air before him. That very night Car¬
rie and he sat down to plan it, after
she had patted him on the back and
said, “I told you so,” which is a
woman’s privilege among others.
“I think we should have a colonial
house, painted white, with green
blinds, like the Stebbinses, said Car¬
rie.
“Oh, I don’t know,” said Ben. “Of
course, it’s pretty, and all that, but I
believe that one of these French ren¬
aissance houses would be prettier and
odder. Or, even one with Dutch
gables and gargoyles and things on
the roof.”
“Colonial is much more the thing,”
said Carrie, “With wainscoats
stained green, end lots of color on the
walls and ceilings, and a den for you
with a shelf for steins aud things. ”
“Why, that’s just like Stebbinses’,”
said Ben. “Let’s try something of
our own. ”
And so they struggled until they
both thought that perhaps an archi¬
tect might have some ideas on the
Murray News.
SPRING PEACE. GA„ FRIDAY, AUGUST 27 . 1897.
subject that hadn't occurred
them. To an architect, therefore,
they went, and he, proving a young
man who knew his business, managed
to satisfy them both. Ben bought
tract of land and tho house
began.
One day the architect announced
that the house was ready for him, so
they packed their treasures and
forth. As they approached the house
they stopped and looked upon it with
the fulness of happiness and pride. It
had all come about as they had planned
when they were children, and just as
if some fairy godmother had waved her
wand instead of being the work of a
businesslike young architect and n
bank account.
Of course they had a house wanning.
The praise their house wrung from
their guests filled their cup and when
the “old man” looked about and said
to Carrie, “That young man of yours
is one of the best business men in town
and is destined to great things,” her
eyes failed with tears , and , her , lip quiv- .
ered ever so slightly.
Af ter that they settled down to en
joy their possessions In a month or
two Robinson built a house less than a
block away anil copied their porch and
two of then-most original rooms. Jones
stole the plan for the ground floor
arrangement when he built. Brown
took the upper hall aud its window
seats and the arrangement of the
chambers and bath room. Smith took
the den and library bodily, Ben sat
down and wished he had waited until
all the others had built before lie had
touched a stick of timber.
“I don’t see why these fellows
couldn’t have done something original, ”
he complained. “I’m sick of this place
now. As a matter of fact I never did
“Well, I have always liked it,” said
Carrie. “It suits me down to the
ground. But I confess I am getting
tired of seeing our porch every time I
pass the Robinson’s, and beholding
our parlors and dining room every
time I visit the Joneses.”
“I’ll tell you what we’ll do,” said
Ben, springing to bis feet, “We’ll
sell it and buy another house, now
that they’ve built theirs.
“That’s a perfectly splendid idea,”
exclaimed Carrie. “What a clever
boy it is.”
I’he following _ day Ben went to il
real estate agent, who had the reputa
tioa of being. abl» to sell
that -was earthen, aud told him to sell
the house in double quick time.
“What! that beautiful new house?”
exclaimed the agent, “Why, you
have not been in it more than five
months.”
“I don’t care for that,” answered
Ben. “You sell it in a hurry.” That
very day the agent put an advertise¬
ment in the paper, offering Ben’s
house for sale.
“Well, 1 told him to sell the house,”
said Ben, wlieu lie got home that
night.
“I shall be sorry to lose it,” said
possession?” and he pointed to the
advertisement he had read to his wife.
The agent looked at him thoughtfully
a moment and then said:
“Is it possible? ^ Well, I can’t sell
that house to you. Any other man,
now, might get it, but not you,”
“Why, what’s the matter with me?”
asked Ben, flushing.
“Why, it’s yours already, Don’t
you recognize the description of your
own house?”
Ben read the advertisement again.
“Is that how my house strikes you?
I guess you’re right. No man can
buy that house, now, I’ve brought it
myself. No, sir,” he added fiercely.
“If any man wants to buy that house
tell him it’s sold and kick him out.
Oh, Lord, how close I came to losing
it.”
When he got home that night he
read the advertisement once more to
his wife, and, looking around, said:
“So that’s this house. I vote to stay
here as long as we can. ” And his
wife said:
“Why, you goose, I knew it was our
house last night, when you read the
description of it and wanted to sell it
in such a hurry. ”
A woman knows more about a house
in a minute than most men ever learn,
—Kansas City Star. j
I
Rich Indiana of Idaho.
The Portland Oregonian says that
an unusual condition exists on the Nez
Perce reservation. The Indians are j
holding about $500,000 of idle money, j
The failure of banks in which the
money belonging to some Indians was
deposited made the simple-minded shy
of banks and bankers. On the other
hand, the Lewiston bankers have re¬
fused to receive money on time de¬
posit, with interest, ia accordance
with established custom. These
bankers have all the money they can
use profitably without taking interest
deposits. The Indians circumstances] their have
caused the to hoard
money at home. They have been lib¬
eral in their expenditures, as a class,
but their receipts have been far in ex- j
cess of their needs. Business men
who dians possess have been the tendered confidence the of free the In- j
of large of their without use j
sums money,
interest, and there are instances where
the capitalists have offered to pay the
white men to keep their money safely,
These offers, however, are not made
recklessly, although in all cases they
have not been made wisely.
GOOD ROADS NOTES.
The Komi Question in Virginia.
Tho Norfolk (Va.) Pilot is
tlm road question with its usual
ninl earnestness. It recently Raid
its State: “We want no more
road talk; we want more than
legislative acts; and we must
laws that will direct and
efficient action—actual work of
provement on the roads.”
It urges the use of convicts and the
“jailbirds” as well. It insists that
this, or an equally good system,
“should be inflexibly imposed on every
county, without exception, with full
liberty, however, to supplement it as
may seem best by the Supervisors of
every Messenger. county.—Wilmington (N. C.)
Road Hull ding In North Carolina.
North Carolina sets her convicts at
the work of road building, and the ex¬
periment is successful from all points
of view. The prisoners do good good
work, keep healthy, show no ropug
nance to the occupation, and do not
try to get away. ’ It costs six cents a
( j ay leas to fee (1 thera while engaged in
outdoor work than when they are in
the prison. It is announced officially
that they are more efficient than hired
workmen. Privileges are accorded to
thorn for good conduct—in some cases
they are allowed to stay at their homes
from Saturday night till Monday morn
i Jlg . So far not one of them has vio
lafced his parole by trying to get away,
The North Carolina experiment is a
valuable and interesting object lesson,
and its success is likely to lead to its
application elsewhere. — New York
Tribune.
(Jood Itoadti Necessary.
There seems to have been awakened
among American farmers a spirit of
competition to supply both home and
foreign markets. We wish to compete
)vith ket Holland and Belgium for the mar¬
of. butter and cheese in the United
Kingdom of Britain and with Germany
and France in supplying our own mar¬
ket with sugar. And when we take
into consideration only our resources
far producing butter and milk and
cheese, and now the facilities with
which we can raise the sugar beet, we
eau easily convince ourselves that wo
ought not only to supjily foreign mar
: ) t ets with butter aud cheese, and meat,
J flilif too, besides feeding all Europe with
wheat and corn; but that, after tlo
mg all this, we can raise our own beets
aud make our own sugar. It is easy
to demonstrate this on jiaper, but it
does not always foot up according to
our calculations.
The sugar beet fever has spread all
over our country, and we believe that
in the end it will bring a change in the
amount of sugar imported to this coun¬
try from Germany and P’rance; but we
must not overlook the fact that they
have advantages over us which we
may overlook and which belong to
some of the things which we must get
ready.
Good roads have been so often urged
upon the attention of farmers by per¬
sons interested in tliem, and who know
their value, that the subject seems an
old
But if wo are to raise and to haul to
the manufacturing plant beets for
sugar, and to haul the pulp back to
feed our cattle, as we have all calcu
lated to do, the bad roads, like
Banquo’s ghost, will always he on hand
just when we do not want to see them.
It will be interesting to compare the
cost of hauling farm products to mar¬
ket in foreign countries, as furnished
by the consuls of the United States in
response to a circular issued by the
Agricultural Department at Washing¬
ton.
Tivo things will he especially noted
in these reports. First, that the roads
in all the “principalities” of Europe
are about as good as they can be made;
where there happen to he hills, the
grades are reduced on the roads much
m use, so as not to interfere with
heavy hauling. And as a result of
these good roads much more of every
farm product can be hauled at a single
load than with us. A team with two
horses will haul sometimes as much as
five tons; three tons being a moderate
load. One thousand kilograms, which
is something more than our ton, is con
sidered a small load for one horse to
haul fifteen miles aud return with
load the same day. The rates of haul
ingare, therefore, much lower than in
this country on account of their good
roads. The cost per mile per ton rates
at from 4 J to 11.8 cents; the lower rates
for the heavy loads.
Comparing these rates with the cost
of hauling over most of our roads, in
the regions where the sugar beet is
expected to be raised, we can readily
see that in this respect the foreigners
have much the advantage of us, and
so indeed in handling all their mar¬
keting. Their better roads enable
them to do their work at less cost.
This is one item of expense which
must be reduced if we would compete
successfully with them either in dairy
products or in the manufacture of
sugar,
It is perhaps too much to say that
good roads and civilization advance
with equal step; but if we look a little
into the history of England and of our
own ancestors, we will be convinced
that without good roads civilization
must halt with tardy step. Macaulay
in his history of England says: “Of
all inventions, the alphabet and the
printing press alone excepted, those
inventions which abridge distances,
have done most for civilization of our
species. Every improvement of the
means of locomotion benefits mankind,
morally and intellectually, as well as
materially, and not only facilitates the
interchange of the various productions
of nature and art, but tends to remove
national and provincial antipathies,
anil to bind together all the branches
of the human family.”
In this he has summed up almost
all the elements of civilization. The
graphic descriptions which he gives of
some of the roads in England in the
latter part of the seventeenth century,
when a viceroy on bis road to Ireland,
spent five hours in traveling fourteen
miles, and was forced to walk most of
the way, whilst his lady was “carried
in a litter,” cannot fail to be under¬
stood by some of our good farmers,
dwellers on our prairies and black
lands of our States. It is time we get
out of the mud and become civilized,
or we will never save our $100,000,000
by raising our own sugar or compete
successfully in the European markets
with our dairy and live stock products.
—Farm News.
WORDS OF WISDOM.
Two captains sink the ship.
Fine teeth beget broad grins.
The money paid, the work delayed.
Merit does much, but fortune more.
A thousand sorrows do not pay one
debt.
Pray devoutly and hammer on
stoutly.
A lover railing is not far from for¬
giving.
It apparently pays best to preach to
the few.
He is no fool who can both spend
and spare.
There is nothing older than yester¬
day’s news.
Pride often wears sackcloth under
its dress suit.
True love can hope where reason
would despair.
Discipline is the art which teaches a
man not to run.
A little hill in a low place thinks it¬
self a mountain.
The best preaching is not always
done in the pulpit.
Eat and drink with a friend, but do
not trade with him.
Falsehood, like a nettle,stings those
who meddle with it.
Excessive laughter proceeding from
a slight cause is folly.
Virtue is a common property and
may be acquired by all.
He is n madman who, being rich,
lives as if he were poor.
Negligence numbers one thousand
victims to intention’s one.
Sheep are sometimes taken over a
bad road to a good pasture.
Many a man wants better preaching
who has no wish for better living.
A man may lie a good talker and still
have an impediment in his thoughts.—
The South-West.
Gifts of China’s Emperor.
It will be remembered that last
year, when Li Hung Chang went on
his tour abroad, he took with him a
number of presents from the Emperor
Kuang Hsu to the various foreign
potentates visited and whose hospi¬
tality he and his suit enjoyed. The
return gifts seem now to be finding
their way to this country, The fol
lowing are the presents alluded to:
An immense pair of beautiful porce¬
lain vases of a pale blue base with
figures, etc., of variegated colors; one
pair of hand-made velvet carpets; a
beautifully mounted double-barrel
fowling piece, with the guustock
plentifully incrusted with precious
stones and jewels, with ammunition,
etc., complete, and two large oil paint¬
ings by the hands of modern French
artists of repute.—North China Daily
News.
Oh lid Attacked by a Rooster.
A three-year-old daughter of John
Carpenter, of Elizabethport, N. J.,
was attacked by a large game rooster.
The child was passing bareheaded
through a field in the rear of her home
when the fowl flew over a fence,
alighting on her head. Seizing the
child’s hair with his sharp beak, the
cock drove his spurs repeatedly into
her head, inflicting a number of ugly
wounds. The little one’s screams at¬
tracted the attention of a woman, who
hastened to the rescue. Picking up a
stick, she drove the vicious bird away.
The blood was streaming down the
child’s face and neck from the wounds,
aud she was nearly hysterical from
fright when rescued. Her hands
were also scratched by the rooster’s
spurs as she made efforts to pull the
fowl off her head. The gamecock has
been killed.
“Charity” on a Stamp.
A set of postage stamps has been pre¬
pared in England in connection with
the Prince of Wales’ hospital fund and
philatelists are taking much interest
in it. The utmost care has been taken
to engrave each stamp, the plate being
destroyed after a limited number was
reached. The design is very beauti¬
ful and was selected by the Prince
himself. It is a copy of Reynold’s ad¬
mired painting of Charity.
NO. 1.
MUST HA VE COMPANY.
A safer world this earth would be
If every joking elf
On folly bent
Would be content
To frolio by himself.
The mnn who loves to rock tho boat
lias never yet been known
To drop Into
The briny blue
While rowing out alono.
The “dldn't-know-’twas loaded” fiend
Would free us from much care
If he’d explode
p That rusty load
Out in the woods somewlioro.
The scorcher racing with tho wind,
Whom all men dread to meet,
Is joyless till
He trios his skill
Upon the crowded street.
—Washington Star.
PITH AND POINT.
Polly “Pretty Polly!” said the lady. “Can
talk?” “Polly,” replied the
Boston parrot, "can converse.”—
Indianapolis Journal.
“Whitt some folks call 'er hopeful
disposition,” said Uncle Eben, “ain’
nuffin’ hut laziness an’ trustin’ ter
luck.”—Washington Star.
Hicks—“Have a good time out rid¬
ing this evening?” Wicks (neophyte)
—"Not so good a time as the people
who were watehing me.”—Boston
Transcript.
“Even a fly can do good by getting
a man awake in time to attend church.”
“Yes, but it doesn’t put him in the
proper frame of mind to go there. ”—
Chicago Record. *
“He is one of the leading lawyers of
the town,” “Gets pretty big fees,
eh?” “I should say so. Why, it is
almost as cheap to buy the grand jury
as to hire him.”—Truth.
“I’m so grateful to Mr. Chumpleight
for sending me his photograph. 5
“Why, I thought you hated him. -
“Yes, but just think, he might have
brought it.”—Brooklyn Life.
“There is one thing I cannot over¬
look in a woman,” said Mr. Smalley.
“What is that?” asked his friend.
“A high hat in a theatre,” said Mr.
Smalley.—Washington Capital.
“Are you one of the striking
miners?” asked the woman at the door.
“Yob, mum. I’m what dey call a
pioneer. I struck thirty yet.”—Detroit years ago and
I’ve never give in Free
Press.
Mrir. Gilfoyle — “Mrs. Bargain
Hunter is a thoroughly consistent
woman.” Mrs. Hi 1 duff—“Is she?”
Mrs. Gilfoyle—“Yes; she is. She
has marked her five o’clock teas down
to 4.57.’’—Puck.
A—“Well, how did you sleep last
night? Did you follow my advice and
begin counting?” B—“Yes. I counted
up to 18,000.” “And then you fell
asleep?” “No; then it was time to
get up. Tit-Bits.
Mr. Failupski—“Ha! ha! Ho! ho!”
Mrs. Failupski—“Vot is der choke,
Isaac?” Mr. Failupski—“Dot baper
brints der notice of my assignment
under d'er beading of ‘Business
Troubles.’”—Puck.
She—“How would yon punctuate
the following: ‘Bank of England notes
of various values were blown along the
street by the wind?’” He—“I think
I would make a dash after the notes.”
—Household
“They say people in this country
spend more money on bicycles than on
bread.” “That’s queer; bicyclescau't
be eaten.” “I know; but then peo¬
ple can’t show off with a loaf of
bread.”—Chicago Record.
“Any fool can write a novel,” said
Griggle; “yon can make things come
out just as you waut them to.” “Very
true,” replied Dixon, “but you must
admit that there are some fools who
do not write novels."—Boston Tran¬
script.
“Do you always say your prayers
at bedtime, Mary?” asked the Sunday
school teacher affectionately. “No,
miss, not regular, I don’t,” was the
reply. “Why, Mary, are you dot
afraid to go to sleep at night without
asking a blessing?” “Not when I
sleep in the middle, I ain’t, Miss.”—
Household Words.
Birth Hate anil Death Kate.
It is a cause of great anxiety in
France that the birth rate is less than
the death rate, but the state of affairs
in some portions of the United States
is even more serious. While in
France the birth rate is 22 per 1000,
in Nevada it is 16.30 per 1000; in
Maine, 17.99 per 1000; New Hamp-’
shire, 18.4; Vermont, 18.5; Califor
nir, 19.4; Connecticut, 21.3; Massa¬
chusetts, 21.5; Rhode Island has 22.5
per 1000, and Oregon, 22.5. If it were
not for immigration the population
would be gradually falling off, and ac¬
cording to statistics the inhabitants of
New England and the Pacific coast
will be replaced by another race with¬
in a period varying from sixteen to
200 years. —Chicago Inter-Ocean,
Trousers Fool a Snake.
Some men have “sand” enough to
plaster a house. Jim Murphy, of
Alma, was out in a field the other day
when a huge rattlesnake struck at him.
The fangs of the snake passed through
his pantaloons and stuck there, with¬
out touching the flesh. Murphy,
coolly reached down and clasped the
snake by the neck and carried it a mile
into town, where he now has it safe in
a coop,—Kansas City Journal.