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OUT IN THE WOODS.
I to tl» wood*, where toe mopiea grow.
•n'a e musical <lrlp that the children knew,
A splnk, spank. splnk.
A (.livery link
to* waters down from the great tree* How,
*r waters that trickle down
i the groat trees, afar from the town,
With toe splnk. spank, splnk.
TUI the trough look* pink
Ji It peem through the sap from Its costing
A rough-hewn trough Is toe trough tor me
And lie homo-made « spile " in too maple tree.
For the splnk, spauk, splnk.
la a silvery link
That dwells like a song In tue memory.
That dead leaves rustling beneath the feet
One* gathered from snn and from rain the
sweet,
And the splnk, spank, splnk.
Of the famous drink
til toe song when the spring and toe winter
jneet
On* In toe woods where the maples grow
e'e a musical drip that the children know,
And toe aplnk, spank, splnk.
Is a sllvory link
k will summons tlS' Violet-, from below.
—Columbus Dispatch.
j At the time of which I write I was living
with my parent* Jn what are now called 1
the oil region*, of Pennsylvania, but It wuh
In the early day*, ot the use of coal oil, and
the Indication*, of Its presence were not bo
trail understood an they arc now, ho It was
not thought probable that any one In our
neighborhood would Iks warranted In un
dertaking expense In an attempt to bore
tor oil. Speculator*, were not ready then
to take upon themselves the expenso of
boring, and my father did not feel able to
undertake It. So ho had toiled on, trying
to be content with making both ends meet
tram what he could wrest from the soil
above.
My grandfather owned quite a tract of
loud on one side of the highway running
through the little country villngo of P ,
and the father of my most. Intimate friend
owned an equally large tract adjoining us.
We had formerly lived Just over the lino
In New York, and my principal objection
when father decided to remove to grand
father's was that I should have to leave
my most Intimate friend behind me; but
there was no help for it, and 1 had man
aged not only to survive it, but to find
another friend, whom I thought more near
ly perfect than any one who had gone be-
fow, for I hod had several Intimates In the
Bourse of my 10 yeans.
“ Betty, poor girl Is addiotod to intimate
friends/' woe a frequent saying of my old
est brother, Albert, ns If they wore a kind
Of intoxicant I was unable to resist.
Such remarks novor failed to send me to
Abagall Potter for sympathy, which I al
ways received. Wp were inseparable, and
when rather once spoke of returning to our
old home 1 was the most vollont opponent
it the plan. I could not leave Abrgatl!
“You'll got enough of Abagall some
day," said Aunt Kate.
" Yes," said grandmother. “ Her tonguo
le hung In tho middle, an' wags both
ways."
“ You should not be so Intimate with any
Jrfrl," mother added. “ You ought to learn
Miot if you can't keep your own secrets no
one will koep them for you."
Now I really did uot toll Abagall every
thing I kuew, though I must confess I
came very near It; but I reasoned that it
woe natural to like to talk, and to have
some sympathetic person to tulk to. Of
oouree wo must havo somothiug to talk
about, so whore was tho harm when she
woe my meet Intimate friend?
"Betty, I want you this minute I” I
beard mother eaU one morning from the
back door.
" She’s bangin' ovor the front gate with
Abagall," Aunt Kate replied.
Bo I was, but I hastened to the back
y&rd, where mother was anxiously dip
ping her skeins of rags up ami down In the
big dye kettle,
"Just koopstlrringtbem sothodye won’t
settle, while I got out your father's seed
oorn," sho said,
1 was absently poking the rags when
mother's voice floated down to me from the
attic window she had just raised.
“Bo the prospector has decided to dolt
hOB he?”
“Yes," replied father. “He’ll begin by
the 14th. Ife’s coming the Thursday afore
to bind the bargain and make a payment.”
“Then we got it here by Tuesday?”
mother asked eagerly.
“ No reason why not," said father.
"I hope so. I should bo disappointed If
It oouldn’t be done by tho 12th; but the
roads are bad.”
“ Wrfl.lt onn bo hauled six miles, good
or bad, 'less the bottom of ’em falls clean
out," father ended with a chuckle.
I had not been especially Interested in
the conversation until mother referred to
the 12th. Tuesday, the 12th, was my birth
day, and It flashed upon mo that "it” must
be something forme. I followed up my
discovery with such conclusive nrgumont
In my mind that “ It” must certainly be a
plants something I hod long wished for,
andwhloh no one In tho neighborhood
possessed. 1 became all ears at once as
father went on; “Don’t let Betty get an
Inkling ot It.”
“ She hasn't the first suspicion of it. It
will be a complete surprise.”
“ You know she couldn't keep It to her
self two minutes," he oonttnuod. “The
Pottera would hear of It In less'n no time."
“ Well, they won't*” mother assorted,
shutting down the window, and in a few
moments she was back by my eldo.
“ Dear me, Betty 1 where are your wits?”
she exclaimed. In my excitement over
what I had hoard I just then gave the rags
such s vigorous poke that the dye over
flowed and a cloud of ashes rose above the
kettle. “ Here, Betty, give me that poker,
and you go take those live dozen eggs up
to the store. Eggs are a shilling now.
That’ll come to 62 oonts on’ a half. Get a
paper of needles—betweons—two spoolB of
thread, a quarter ot tea, a pound of raisins
and the rest In drilling.”
“His shillin' drillin’ too, Betty, you
hear?” grandmother called after me.
"That'll get a yard, and we’ll get tho halt
cent, tills time. An’, Betty, you watch an’
see Beth Merrill don't measure In his
thumb.”
I searoely heard grandmother then,
though It came back to me clearly after
ward; but I hurried away with the oggs,
glad to escape the smoke and ashes and
dye-stuff, and glad, too, of a chance to pon
der over my oomlng “ surprise.”
The eggs were being counted out at the
little oountry store when Abagall ran up
the stops.
“I thought you were here!” she cried,
“ I didn’t half ftnleh telling you what I was
talking about this morning."
“ And I’ve got something to tell you," I
began impetuously, when a remembrance
of <0(1161/6 last words checked me. But
Abagall wasn't the “the Potters" I thought;
•‘As If I ever did!” she exclaimed with
an offended air. “ If you oan’t trust me
you needn’t tell.”
“Of course I can,” I replied hastily.
” Will you take It out in trade now or
have a due bill?" Beth Merrill inter
rupted,
“ In trade. Just wait a minute, Abagall."
I hastily gave my list of articles and
slipped off to the showcase with her, ut
terly forgetful of the warning os to Beth's
thumb.
“A piano!” she exclaimed, as I poured
out my suspicions.
“I am almost sure!”
*’ Why, Betty, I thought you said only lost
week that your father wouldn’t be able to
get one fora long time.”
“ That was last week," I replied, continu
ing recklessly, “but I think we’re going to
be rich. A man lias been here, and I 'most
know It's about boring for oil, and I’m
pretty sure that’s tho way my piano Is
coming.”
Now Abagall was not the least bit en
vious, and she only said, with a sigh:
“ You’re so lucky, I wish I could have
one!’’
But I comforted her with the assurance
that she should uso mine whenever she
wished.
Prom that time until Thursday my mind
was not off my expected present, nor my
tongue either, when I was with Abagall,and
Aunt Kate said that wae pretty much all
the time.
I noticed, as Thursday passed, that the
family seemed uneasy, but I was sure thgt
I knew why, though I tried to appear per
fectly unconscious. The uneasiness In
creased until the morning of my birthday,
when father drove off to town.
I was uneasy, too. Grandmother In
sisted that I “ kept the road hot ’’ all day
between our house and Almgall’s, and I did
not deny It, for the day wore away with no
signs of any piano and not a word about
my birthduy. We were all relieved when
father drove up at dusk and oamo In look
ing quite sober.
I hovered about the kitchen, but not a
word was said until I went to my own room.
I was too miserably disappointed to think
about tho meanness of eavesdropping as I
sat down by the stovepipe which oamo up
through tho floor from the sitting room
below, where the rest of tho family were
seated. I soon learned why father came
empty banded.
“ Well, I didn’t got It, you see, for the
bottom did fall out," said ho feebly frying
to joke; “Only 'twn’nt tho bottom of the
road, but tho bottom of the business."
“ I s’pocted somethin’ when ho didn’t put
In his appearance Thursday," sold grand
father. “What’s up?”
“Why.I’ottorgotwlndof It an’ hunted
htm up. Ha<l him ovor there the very next
day. His offer was blggor’n mine an’
prospects Just ae good, thoy thought, an’
ho was smart enough to dose right on the
spot.”
“ How tricky! It’s a shame?” cried Al
bert.
“ How could he have found it out?” said
Aunt Koto Indignantly. " Not a soul of ns
has told.”
I was down on the floor In shame and
mortification. I knew how? My most in
timate friend had told It. But as I thought
of it, even In my bitter disappointment I
could not forget tho warning I had had,
and I know that I alone was to be blamed.
But could I tell them so?
Thp next sentence determined me, though
it added a still heavier burden as I heard
It.
"Well," said mother, trying to speak
cheerily to father, “ we can get along as
before, and Betty won’t be disappointed
about the piano”—so it wae a piano—“ but
I fool it most for you and the graudfntks.
It would make your lives oaeler and pleas
anter if we could only have some of the
riches, If they arc here for us.”
I did not hesitate. I had done not only
a foolish thing but a wicked one as well,
and In tho next fow minutes I had sobbed
out my confession and contrition with my
face in my mother’s lap. I think all felt
that I had been punished severely, for not
even All*ert said anything to add to my
lesson. Grandfather only remarked, “ Well,
lass, you’ll have to ride shank’s mare now
’stldof a pony, but It’s for the best, prob’ly.”
When I loarnod the plans for the future
based upon the hoped for oil well I could
hardly reconcile myself to the loss. None
of these plans wore realized until some
years later, when by hard labor father felt
able to make the venture which proved
successful. But I was then ready to ap
preciate it, for I had learned the folly of
too close intimacies, and Abagall was the
last of tho sories of bosom friends.
So porhaps grandfather was light in hl«
conclusion. At any rate, when at last for
tune brought my piano grandmother was
ready to endorse it with tho dry remark,
“ I don’t know after all but learnln* not to
let your tongue run away with your vto-
tuals Is a better birthday present than pl
anners.”
NOT FOR ME.
It Stopped tine Meter.
The superintendent of an eleotria light
station gives a strange Instance of the
stopping of a meter and the explanation of
the trouble.
On examining the meter, which wae ot
twenty-eight capacity, after a lapse of a
month, In enter to determine the quantity
of current to bo charged for, he found that
the consumer, in the pressure of business,
had placed a number of small boxes
around the meter, oonoealing It from view.
As it was desirable not to disturb them,
it was suggested and agreed to that the
meter bo allowed to run another month.
At the eud of the second month, the coast
being clear, the meter was examined, and
it woe found that It recorded only five
hours siuoe the time of last examination.
This looked susploious, but there wae no
ground to believe that the meter had bean
tampered with.
It appears that the sorews which held
the cover to the top of the Instrument had
not been put In, and that a spider had
taken advantage of the opening and estab
lished himself in his oozy quarters.—Chi
cago Times,
A Valuable Butterfly.
A young man camping in the Sierras dis
covered and captured a butterfly of an un
known species. Hs sent It to the Smith
sonian institution at Washington and
received therefor a check for $1,600 [ 1] with
the request to make careful search for
other moths of tho same kind. It was an
individual of a fossil species, supposed to
be extinct, and groat was the oxoltdment
among the scientists at the discovery that
one of the race had been recently alive.
Although diligent search has been made by
men paid for tho service, no other speci
men inis been found.
Kangaroo* lu Australia.
In some parts of Victoria they formerly
outnumbered the sheep as two to one, and
old shepherds have told me that It was not
an uncommon thing to see the sheep and
kangaroos feeding together upon the
plants, as many os 2,000 or 9,000 kangaroo*
frequently accompanying a Hook of 1,000
sheep. Thus it will be seen that • “sta
tion ’’ which in I860 could bcirfy,
sheep can now be mads t* <
Then art too fair for me;
On the torn hill-aide's scarred and riven fan*
Th* valley's blossom flnds no fitting place;
Too great the contrast of the Joyous grace
And the worn heart that speaks to day to baas
Them art too bright for me;
The dank gray vapors stain the spaokllnf gold,
The atmosphere around me chill sad cold
Shall never o’er thy glowing life bo rolled,
And tarnish all the loveliness I see.
Thou art too glad for mo;
The summer passes and the birds grow dumb.
Nature and man, when autumn days have coma
Hear not the skylark’s song, the Insect’s hum;
Thy voiceful Ilfs, once mine, would voiceless b».
Thou art too young for me;
On the same level never could we go,
Thine an* the light feet bounding too and fra.
Mine are tho weary stops descending slow,
Where patience wait*, whll* hope attends so
thee.
Child, thou art not for me;
The hand thou gtvest tenderly and straight
Of all my years could never bear the weight;
Spring holds earth’s fullness, youth with yoatb
should mate,
I, prisoner of time, will tears thee tre*.
LITTLE ELSIE.
lour little girl,
Elsib.”
It was equal to a play to watch that lit
tle girl; she was the cutest, prettiest little
thing Imaginable. It was during one of
the hot si»ells last summer that I first no
ticed the little fairy at one of the windows
of the big, If not especially fashionable,
boarding house opposite. It had been one
of the hottest nights of that sweltering
period and sleep had practically bean an
Impossibility. After a night spent in toss
ing about on a little three-quarter bed In
voking every deity I had ovor road or
heard about to send down unlimited hloss-
lngs, or the opposite, on a weather bureau
heartless enough to get up such nights
and work them off on an averagely re
spectable population, It may tie imagined
that daylight did not find a very good-
humored citizen in that little room. About
• o’olock In the morning I saw the curtain
shake a little. It was the faintest, mloro-
soopioal breeze possible, but It was some
thing, anil after partially dressing I made
haste to sit down at the window to get
the benefit of what little there was.
It was not a fashionable neighborhood,
that street. On both sides long rows of
boarding and apartment houses presented
their staring rod fronts, on each of which
seemed to be written, “(live up all thoughts
of homo ye who outer here.” Before nearly
every house a scantily-attired and fagged
looking girl was sweeping down the steps.
On the square wore two milk wagons and
one lee cart, and oven the loeman had a
frayed and wilted appearance, while the
lump of (oe which ho dispensed seemed
thoroughly to realize the situation, and
early as It was carried a “ melted, well-I
give-lt-up ’’ air that forebode a sad lack of
Ice water by dinner time. Through nearly
every window glimpses could be caught of
tired-looking Individuals, while many of
the openings wore oooupted by disgusted
people, who, like myself, were In search of
that faint little breeze whioh usually makes
Its first appear*)«o for a short time early In
the morning, only to be lost later on In the
rush and heat of another day. In the third-
story window of the house directly oppo
site sat a fat, bald-headed man, whose faoe
was a most perfect uaricature of woeful,
wretohod dlspalr. The round moon face
and bald head were, In color, an excellent
matoh for tho bright red of tho bricks. His
costume Boomed to consist of a pair of
trousers, an undershirt, and a look of an
guish. A huge palm-leaf fan which he
held In hie hand moved baok and forth now
and then In a hopeless sort of way as It
the owner had long ago given up all Idea
of obtaining anv relief.
The sight of the panting and despondent
party attracted my attention to the house
opposite, and glanolng down at the win
dow below I saw that little girl. The sight
other was equal to an iced drink. Bho
was tho coolest-looklng little body It was
ever your good fortune to see on a sooroh-
lng day. Not over six yoars old and with
a face like a rose just opening, she sat in
the window, robed simply in night dress,
as unconcerned as a queen on a throne.
She was busy, too. Tight In one ohubby
fist was a lead pencil, with which sho was
earnestly engaged in writing on slips of
paper. The manuscript seemed to bo giv
ing her trouble too, for ovory little while
she would knit her brows into tho funniest
little frown end seemed to ponder deeply,
with one hand In her Huffy hair and the
other holding the pencil ready to Imprison
the Inspiration as soon as it appeared. The
notes, for notes she seemed to be writing,
did not appear to her of muoh Importance
after they were finished. The young lady
would write on asheet fold it carefully drop
It out of the window and watoh Its flight
anxiously as It fluttered downward. If It
caught on any projection or landed on a
little balcony beneath her she seemed
highly displeased and disappointed, but It
was worth going miles to hoar her fresh
laugh and see her olap her hands if, run
ning the gauntlet of all opposition, the
little white slip Succeeded In fluttering
safely to the pavement. I became quite
enthusiastic over the matter myself and
found I was olapptng my own hands heart
ily ovor the especially adventurous pas
sage of one hardy voyager. Just as this
happy result had been reached a tall, fair-
haired lady came to the window and drew
the curtain and at the same time two
thoughts oame I had entirely forgotten,the
first being that It was awfully hot and the
seoond that it was past time to be getting
out.
- X*te as It was. however, I oould not re
sist the temptation that morning on reach
ing the street of crossing over and picking
up the only one of those little notes which
was In sight It was a curious affair that
letter, written by a baby hand and dropped
In the great post box—the street. The
writing was a study In Itself, the letters
half printed In big oapltals, while the
words went wandering up and down the
page in undulating curves. On the out
side was an address which read: “ To my
Papa Gilmore.”
> Inside the letter said:
“My derest Papa: Plese dere papa come
back. My mamma has been sick.
“Yc
quaintano* She would nod and smile fit
me every little white and when acme eg-
pedaily wonderful adornment had bees
added to her person would bold up the
doll for my Inspection and I wo did express
my gratification and Intense delight oy a
most,-insane series of nods and smites. I
had to give this up, however, as the held
headed man in the opposite house spread
the rejioit that I was a maniac, while the
girl who swept down the steps gathered
the idea that I wae making advances to
her and complained to my landlady, who
spoke to me kindly, yet firmly.
One evening as I wag returning hone
about (i o’clock a cool little hand was thrust
into mine and a oalm little voice at my side
remarked: "I'selbst,”
"Oh! are you?” I said somewhat tamely,
and looking down there was my ljttis
neighbor from across the way. "My name's
Elsie; does you know where Pee Uvea?"
she asked. I told her I thought I did, and
with jierfoct confidence she trotted along
by my side. I felt really disappointed
that she did not reeognis* me at first, but
she speedily chattered all that away- She
was the most, confiding, earnest little body,
and for two squares sho told me about her
dolly, her “ mover ” and herpapa, who was
gone away.
“ We uster live In New York,’’ eh* la-
formed me, “ and wagons and street care
went by all day and &U night, and papa
lived zere too, and mover never cried, but
one day papa went away and never oome
hack no more, and wo’s waited and waited,
but he never come, and mover cried every
day and was sick, and zau we came hors on
ze steam cars and I brought my dolly, and
I’so got a little kitty, and my papa will
come cause I writes to tdm and tell* him
mover has boon sick, and oh, zeros mover,”
and there certainly was "mover” standing
in front of tho home which we had almost
reached and looking up and down th*
street In a distracted way. The little one
having no further use for a guide darted
on ahead and was soon safe in " mover's”
arms, while X crossed the street without
being seen.
It was only a few morning* after thla
that, as I was sitting lu my window after
watching Elsie write several of tier letter*
and deposit them in her usual post box, I
noticed a rather good-looking gentlsma*
walking up and down tho street In an un-
dooidod sort of way. Onoe ho seemed on
the j-olnt, of going away, but Anally stopped
and leaned against tho tree In front of the
opposite house, and picked up sort of me
chanically one of the little slip# of paper
which lay at ids feet. I could not see hl»
face, but almost immediately he walked up
the steps, rang the bell and entered the
house. By t his time I was half way out of
the window, and lu imminent danger of
going the other half. I felt sure where
that man wae going, and I could almost
see him going up the stairs. Bure enough
1 heard a little scream In a moment and
then ttie sound of sobbing, and caught one
fleeting glimpse of little Elsie jumping up
anil down like a Marionette,
I was positively worse than useless at
the office that day and came homo early,
but saw nothing of my opposite neighbors.
The next morning I was up at daylight
and nt the window looking for Elsie, but
no Elsie appeared. .Just as 1 was getting
discouraged who should appear at tho win
dow whore I had grown accustomed to ee*
tho little girl framed but the fat bald-
hoadeil man from the story above. I went
away in disgust. On inquiry, I found the*
my friends had left and the bald headed
man had moved down. X was so disgusted
ut seeing that fat man at that especial
window that I moved away myself, I have
not seen Elsie since. Of course it must
aavo been the father who went up the
steps that morning, but I oan’t help wqp-
deririg why he ever went away and where
In thunder he had been. I am morally
certain, however, that if I over lose a hither
1 shall write letters to him and drop thorn
out of a second-story window to the straw.
—Washington Star.
He Quelled the Panto.
“ I was in Eochoster on Monday even
ing,” said a traveling man at one at the
hotels last night, “ and attended one of the
theatres. Botween the acts eome tool In
the gallery yelled ’ fight,’ and another fool
In the dress circle at onoe shouted ' fire.'
There was an instant panto, and had it not
been for a dozen cool-headed men and the
fact that tho orchestra kept right along
playing, there would have been a terrible
scene. As it was, several ladles fainted,
and men and women rushed over the books
ot tho seatB to the door as though they
wore daft.
” But there was one incident that I shell
never forget oe long as I live. A tall gen
tleman, about 60 years of age, stepped upon
Ills seat and drew a revolver from Ids
pocket. In a voice that could bo heard for
some distance around hs said:
“ ‘ There is no fire, and I shall ho tempted
to shoot the first man that tries to rush
out of here and possibly trampl* upon
women and ohlldren. I mean just whafl
say, and when the excitement cools <
If anybody will point out tho
that raised the ory of Are I will give tho
gentleman $50 for his trouble and agio* to
whip the scoundrel who raised tho alarm
within five minutes or forfeit another
fifty.’
“Then he stood there as quietly as (f
nothing had disturbed him, and the people
who heard him knew by his loolu that he
meant business and would do just what he
said. 'Good for you!’ oalled a half dozen
voices, and tho people In that section sat
very quietly during the several ententes of
terrible excitement, that prevailed all over
the crowded house. When order had been
restored the gentleman resumed his soot
and enjoyed the play.”—Utica Observer.
VENGEANCE WAE QUICK-
bf H*>
Now I was not that little girl’s papa and
probably had no business reading her cor
respondence with her own father, although
I had seen it thrown out of a window by a
little mite not muoh bigger than the letter
itself, but If I had been that girl's father I
should have gone baok Immediately and I
oould net help thinking what a brute this
(Elmore was not to “ come back ” without
any further urging, providing, of oourse, he
was not dead, as In tho latter case his ar
rival might cause trouble.
I Well, after this I felt quite in the habit
of getting up early In the morning and
sitting at the window, and almost every
time wae rewarded by seeing the little
fairy across the way. Letter writing wsg
not her only oooupation, although ah*
still kept it up on occasions. Bho had a
little doll about half a foot high, and to
-- • - . that affair was a liberal
A» Ontrageous Wrong Avenged
Brother* and Suitor
Louisville, Ky„ May 22—A story
of brutal ravishing and murder and
swift vengeance on the murderer,
comes from Sandy Hook, a mountain
town near Ashland, in eastern Ken-
tucy. Near Bandy Hook, Maud Flee-
ner died recently from being thrown
by her horse and ravished by George
and Joint Wilcox, two brothers who
had been her suitors. She had prom
ised to marry Amos Queen, who had
met her while she was teaching school
near Sandy Hook, and about three
weeks ago started to visit a friend near
where she had taught.
The Wilcox brothers,who were pass
iog the road she traveled, saw her
coining, hid in the bushes and scared
her horse. The horse ran away and
she was thrown and haA both legs
tToken. The Wilcox brothers picked
her up, revived her, drew straws as to
which she should lie compelled to
marry, bore her to a cabin and de
manded that she should marry John,
to whose lot she had fallen
She refused and tainted. They tried
to wit her legs, and kept her prisoner
in the cabin. When found by her
brother and affianced she said the
Wilcoxs did it, and died soon after.
An examination showed that she had
been chained to the cabin wall and
had also been outraged.
The Wilcoxs were captured and con
fessed, whereupon they were shot to
death by the brother and lover. They
explained in the confession that they
chained the girl became she had at
tempted to escape
Miss Fleener whs the daughter of a
prominent, citizen of Richmond, Va.,
who moved to Sandy Hook some
years ago and died there. She was
only 21 years old, a church member
ami Sunday school teacher.
THE FELINE MOTOR.
Few Tramp* In Germany.
The tramp, or homeless man, is an ha-
possiblUty in most parts of Germany from
the rigid system of enrollment which
comprehends every man in th« country
and insists that he shall give an account
of himself. When a man of the working
classes undertakes to make a change of
place he must provide himself with proper
papers from the authorities of the place
whore ho last resided, otherwise M le
liable to be arrested in the first town he
visits outside hie own district and
sent baok as a runaway. <n every village
there is set up a post bearing a board con
taining certain letters and figures which
Indicate the oompany, reglmeut, brigade
and army division of the inhabitants, and
when a strange man is found wandering
about a village tho policeman asks him
where he lives. It is very hard for him to
practice deception in regard to Ms former
residence, for every one is supposed
to Stow the army, division and regiment
to which the inhabitants of his plaoe be
long, as the sign board is set up in the
most conspicious part of the town, and all
the police are provided with a hand-book
which enables them to verify a
statement in an instant. In the case oi
those who claim to be peddlers, or tinkers,
or traveling workmen of any kind, they
must not only have a supply of goods, or a * l
kit of tools, but must also have a sum el
money to guard against their becoming a
oharge on the community they are enter-
. and I* default of the rawdrad
The Muiveloua Invention nl • Western
Gorilla anil Hr Mode of Opt ration.
Stoughton, Dane county, Wis., May
2ii,—Prof. Richard tie 1-ong, the in
ventor of the new feline motor, is a
tall,pale-faced man, with a three-story,
bay window forehead, overhanging a
pair of deep-set, sky blue eyes, set in
each side of a large, thin, hooked nose.
He is not a beauty; but. he is a genius.
His feline motor, A’hich at present is
creating such a sensation in scientific
circles in Stougliton, is a marvelous
machine, unique in appearance and
wonderful in operation. It. may be de
scribed as a curious combination of
iarge and small fly-wheels, great bal
ance wheels, bright steel rods, and an
almost innumerable number of coils of
copper wire, all joined to a brightly-
polished cylinder of brass, one end of
which projects into a wire cage filled
with ordinary cats. Its operation is
very simple, but surprising in its re
sults, A slight pull on a small nickel-
plated lever starts the machine. Then
like lightning from out the end of the
cylinder projecting into the cage there
shoots a long steel arm and hand, grab
bing one of the cats by the nape of the
m ek and yanking it into the cy linder,
wl.ere it disappears with a yawl of
more tlian feline terroi. In a moment
the fly-wheels, the great balance
wheels and all of the complicated ma
chinery begins to move, at first slowly,
but soon with startling rapidity. At
the proper moment, which is indicated
by a small eloek-Iike attachment, the
operator pulls another lever, when
i re in out of the other end of the cylin
der, with hair and tail erect, scintillat
ing eyes, and a caterwaul dislocating
to one’s spinal column, the cat is pro
jected into a tub of cold water pre
pared for its reception.
This-operation, surprising as it may
seem, extracts from the cat electricity
equivalent to the power represented
by ten horses, working for one hour,
and this power can he stored in the
cylinder until needed. As acat can be
run through the motor every three
minutes, and ail the accumulating
electricity be stored, the power of the
machine is practically limitless. The
same cat can be used once in every ten
hours without in the least impairing
its health and general usefulness.
The professor is jubilant over the
success of his invention. He is satis
lied that be has overcome every diffi
culty, and intends soon to put the ma
chine vqion the market.
Kllleil In a mat Fl(ht,
Hammond, Wia., May 25.~Wil*
liatn Peeh-HH and Charles Chapman,
employed by Thomas Mutah and
Thomas Fitzgerald respectively, two
farmers Jiving six miles north of
here, had a fist fight last night in
w hich Peeiess was kilted.
The men took this mode of settling
tlie dispute. They had not fought
more than a few seconds when Peel*
css fell to the ground, dying in about
fifteen minutes. Several bystanders
attempted to part them, but not un
til it was too late. Chapman escaped
as soon as ho saw the result.
LOVE.
"The man I marry must wealthy be,”
The maiden said;
And planned her marriage delightfully
Within her bead.
“The girl 1 marry must beauteous be,”
The youne man said:
And he pictured her seductively
Within his head.
But on a day did the maiden find
One man to be,
The only want of her heart and mind:
And poor was he
And on a day was the man impressed
One giri to gain.
Who alone could bring him Joy and rest;
And she was plain.
Thus both discovered their matches wrought
Not by the bead.
But that awakening in ways unthought,
'Tia hearts that wed.
Th* Heal Mother ln-Law.
Who was it taught my wife to bake
A loaf ot breador fancy cake.
And appetizing dishes make*
My mother-in-law.
Who wag it, when my wife was 111,
Bestowed upon her care and skill.
And aaved to me a nurse’s bill?
Mi mother-in-law.
Who then my little ones prepared
Each morn tor school, who for them cared,
An ail their little sorrows shared?
My mother-in-taw.
Who was it, when their prayers were said,
do snugly tucked them iuto bed.
And, till they slept, beside them stayed?
My mother-in-law.
Who of mv clothing then took care,
Who overlooked my underwear.
And kept each garment in repair?
My mother in-law.
Who oft to me her aid has lent
To buy the coal and pay the rent?
n Uo'd gladly see me President?
My mother-in-law.
A loving grandmother is she,
A generous friend she’s been to me.
Forever honored let her be.
My mother-in-law. —Boston Courier
INOPPORTUNE.
There are poetus that are accepted,
There are verses, too, rejected,
And when a manuscript comes back,
T is a grief not unexpected.
But the little contribution
1 recall with keenest pain,
Was a valentine ecstatic
To a local belie called Jane.
I rejoiced that it was taker,—
Quite cheerfully I sold it.
Alas! I did not realize
Th°y had marked the copy, “Hold it.
» * *
I forgot the love-sick ditty
As the slow years rolled away,
1 ill they jammed it in to fill a gap
One most unlucky day.
A nother girl perused the line
With anything but joy.
So ended my engagement
To Mias Josephine Leroy.
—Puck.
The Atlanta and Florida Railroad
changed management on the 24th. Col.
Sage was made president and an entire
new board of directors was elected. It
is the intention of the new management
to extend the line from its present ter
minus at Fort Valley to some point on
the Atlantic coast, but just where does
not seem to have been determined,—
Times-Onion.
HIGHER MEDICAL EDUCATION
The medical department ot the Uni
versity of Pennsylvania, in its century
and a quarter of active life, has repre
sented in each generation the highest
standard of professional education in
America. Established in the dawning
of the modern selence of medicine, its
teachers and its graduates in their turn
have always been the leaders in scien
tific advancement. Fifteen years ago
the University school led in the new de
parture for higher medical education by*
the adoption of the three years graded
course and the extension of the student’s
practical work, and now the further
step, long contemplated by the faculty,
is announced for the near future, the
extension of the compulsory course to
five years.
If two years actual attendance at lec
tures was considered a minimum re
quirement a generation back, four years
is short enough time now, since the
field of scientific medicine has been so
enormously widened and complicated
Indeed, no man can or does actually
qualify himself for practice in any
shorter time than this even now, and
the question cone-wots the best method
of his pursuing his studies, and whether
the degree in medicine should not be
made a certificate of actual achievement.
People have learned to their cost that
the title of doctor has little value m it
self as long as it can be cheaply attained.
They are beginning also to learn that its
value depends on the character and the
standards of the institution by which it
is conferred.
It is proper that the oldest medical
school in America should be likewise
the foremost in modern scientific ad
vancement. But the step contemplated
at the University will greatly increase
the burdens of the medical department,
while possibly entailing a temporary loss
of revenue, and the condition of an en
dowment for the school is one that
the Pro-t ost and the faculty, as well as
the trustees, have a right to couple with
the new departure. The Provost, whose
delight it is to spend and be spent for
the University, has started this impor
tant movement with a munificent sub
scription, and under the splendid im
pulse thus green the appeal is confident
ly made the wealth of Philadelphia to
complete the required fund, that this
great institution, which to the authority
of age adds the lusty vigor and high
aims of youthful life, may onoe more
assert its own and the city’s leadership
in sound learning and scientific progress
An Italian anarchist, returning from
America to his native shores, has been
relieved at Naples both of his liberty and
of thirty-three dynamite cartridges, with
which latter, had he not been delayed in
his voyage, he would have attempted
some May-Day surprises. Yet if this
man had been lynched in America his
suffering country would have demanded