Wheels LDithin Dheels in
San Francisco
By William Inglis.
=1 S a confirmation of his theory that the graft progecution was
diverted from its original general design into an effort to
A ruin him and his associates, so that Mr. Spreckles and his
fellow workers could buy the United Railroads cheap, and
=——==——=| thus acquire the transportation business of San Francisco,
President Patrick. Calheun, of the United Railroads, lays
__‘ much stress en the fact that the Municipal Street Railway
Company of San Francisco filed its charter on April 17,
1906, the day before the earthquake and fire. The princi
pal owners of the company were Rudolph Spreckles and James D. Phelan.
The plan of cperation, ag set forth by Mr, Spreckles in published interviews,
was to compete with the United Railroads by running for ten blocks at a
time along the tracks of the United Railroads, then going around a block, and
again using ten blocks of the company’s tracks, paying there for interest on
the original cost of construction, as provided by law.
“But when they thought they could drive us out of existence by using
the prosecuting power as a club,” says Mr. Calhoun, ‘they dropped their Mu
nicipal Railway scheme and devoted all their energies to ruining us.”
This I submitted to Mr. Spreckles,
. “The charge is untrue,” he sald. “Our sole idea was to demonstrate that
it was possible to operate cars efficiently apd with profit by means of the
_underground trolley system. We weré not going into a general competition
.wlth the United Railroads. The best proof of that is that we were ready to
sell ou’ to the city at any time, Our_' charter provided that we would turn
over the road to the city whenever required, upon receiving the amount of
our original investment, plus interest. We intended to make that demonstra
tion in perfectly good faith; but after the fire the project was dropped.”
It is a fact that nothing was ever done toward establishing the Munici
pal Railway lines after the fire.
Having conquered the guilty supervisors and given them immunity in
exchange for confession, the progecution allowed them to remain in office.
When Bchmitz had been thrown into jail to await trial on many indictments,
the guilty supervisors elected one of their own number—Boxton—to act as
Mayor in place of Schmitz. At this there were great manifestations of popu
lar disapproval, and all the boodlers were put out of office. The corporation
officials point to the retention of the confessed bribe-takers in office as a con
firmation of their theory that the prosecutor had entered into an alliance
with these men in order to obtain false testimony against the “higher-ups.”’—
Harper’s Weekly, :
Idleness and Green
Z Eyes Z
Ey Winifred Elack.
.M .M T
Gk KNOW a woman who is jealous of her husband.
§ o . Every time the man is five minutes’ late to dinner the
woman thinks he has stopped to see another woman,
~ ; The wife has nothing in the world to do all day but read
; M novels and think up love scenes, and when her husband
2l et comes home from downtown so worried that he doesn't
know whether he is walking on his head or his hands, she's
bt CTOSS because he doesn’t tell her how lonely the day has
N ‘\wenv without her, el et lel
" 1f she could §ee the crowd of hangers.on that won't breathe until they've
asked her husband about it, slie'd realize that he'd give a year of his life to
get a chance to be lonely for a minute. t :
The man is a good, plain, sensible, every-day man, who would cut his
right arm off at the shoulder to keep hig wife from any real sorrow, but he ‘
hasn't time and doesn’'t know how to make love, :
I wonder why pls wife can't understand that. .
Do you know what I'd do if 1 were that man? 5
Vd bring that wife of mine down twon with me every morning for six
monthe; rain or shine, hot or cold, tired or rested, sick or well, down town
she'd have to trapse, and I'd make her help me do my work. I'd shove halt
of my worries on to her ghoulders, and when she had been bored, and puz
zled, and irritated, and driven to distraction by trying to talk to half a dozen
people about half a dozen things at once, I'd sulk because she hadn’t told me
for half an hour that she loved me.
Six months of that sort of thing would cure the poor, foolish woman of
that particular kind of folly, I'll warrant you.
What a lot of women waste their time being jealous!
The average man is just as faithful to his wife as the average wife is
_faithful to her husband. /
The average man is too busy trying to pay his wife’s bills to have time
to fall in love with Venus herself, even if she sits at the typewriter in the
same office with him,
Men get past the flirtation age very early if they have anything else to
think of-—and most of them have,
If I were a man and had a wife who was jealous without' cause I'd make
her go to work and get something to think of. An idle mind is the most
fierce trouble breeder in the world. Get rid of it, Madam Green Eyes, get rid
of it.—New York American,
SJome Uses For
Seaweed
By Charles A. Jidman.
e HE seaweed industry in the United States is not as extensive
! as it is abroad. It is practically restricted te Massachu
: I setts, and is addressed to one species, the "Irish moss.”
. The Irish moss, or carrageen, is found .from North Caro-
S lina to Maine, as well as on the Pacific coast, being espe
{ cially abundant north of Cape Cod, growing on rocks just
h e below low-water mark. The tronds are from three to six
b W inches long and usually purple, but when exposed to a
. bright light while growing are of a yellowish-green color.
The crop is usually gathered between the months of May and September. A
small part is gathered by hand, but most of it is torn from the rocks by means
of rakes uscd from boots. The rakes are made especially for the purpose,
have a fifteen-foot handle and a head twelve to fifteen inches wide, with
twenty-four to twenty-eight teeth six inches long and an eighth of an inch
apart,
In the preparation and curing:of Irish moss, fair weather and much sun
shine are the principal requisites. When first brought ashore, the plants are
washed in salt water, and then spread on the sandy beach to dry and bleach.
After twenty-four hours in good weather they are raked up and again washed
and again spread on the beach to dry. Three washings are usually sufficient
for complete cleansing, curing, and bleaching, but as many as seven are some
times given. After the final washing, the plants are left in the sun, the
entire process requiring about two weeks of good weather and sunshine. At
the end of this period the plants fade and are white or straw-colored. Two
more weeks are then required to soften and prepare the produce for shipping
. The moss is sent to market in barrels holding about one hundred pounds,
and the first crop is usuvally shipped in August. The product has a wide dis
tribution in the United States and Canada, part going to druggists and groc
ers, while the larger part is taken by brewers.—The World To-day.
JOHNNY. :
He cim scamper a mile to the baseball field,
Al he never feels the heat;
But, oh, it’s so far to the corner store—
So [far for his aching feet. 3 ;
He can run to see the circus come fn, "
And stand and watch by the hour; .
But the postoffice building is so far away,
And there might come up a shower. i
e ca? lm:t. up at five on the Fourth of
July—
-It’s really no {rouble at all;
But eight is too early on all other days,
And his mother may call and call.”
He can sit up all hours {o frolic, and not
Get sleepy or tired a bit:
But, if there’s a lesson, or problem to do,
He goes fast asleep over it! .
0 Johnn'v, dear Johnny, how funny )"ou
are! i
And when will grown-ups understand
That l}n’nrt(i, things seem easy, and easy ones
ard, g
To youngsters all over the land?
—Emma A, Lente, in Zion’s Herald.
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Crossing the Bar.
i ~=_ By VENA ROSS MORSE. ~
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The last rays of the setting sun
stole softly into the spotless little
room where Martha, wife of Abram,
the blacksmith, lay motionless in her
high-posted, old-fashioned bed.
The old high chest of drawers w}th
the snowy towel across the top took
on a new lustre as the light struck
it, and the reds and blues in the
well-worn rag carpet looked even
brighter than in broad daylight.
| Even the raised edges of the irregu
| lar patch near the bed looked less
forbidding than usual to the sick
woman as she lay drinking in the last
glories of the day. Soon the light
faded, leaving in its place a soft
sweet dusk, filled with the perfume
of flowers, the cheerful chirp-chirp
of the cricket and the plaintive night
call of the birds in the neighboring
woodland. 3
Gazing with unseeing eyes where
the light had touched, Martha went
over her life as she had done so
many time before since she had re
gretfully, but uncomplainingly, laid
down the burden of home cares. It
‘had now been seven months since she 1
hLad left her little room, and for the
last half of that time, she had been
confined to her bed. The nature of
her disease the country doctors did
not know, so she lay patiently wait
iag for the end.
Abram, her faithful companion for
fifty years, cared for her as tenderly
as a devoted, clumsy old man could,
but helped by a visit from one oman
other of their kind neighbors every
div e TR
_ “Marthy likes my grpé{fiigg toast,”
‘he would say with a smile G sz
Momasbmfinméi AT TS
were donated by willing friends, who
Sought to tempt Martha's appetite,
l And she did like the gruel and toast
and his companionship, also. . And
her sweet, faded face would light up
with love and trust as Abram en
tered with feeble steps, steadying
the tray with its cup of tea and plate
of toast. How many times he had
waited upon her and never a word
of complaint, but always that kindly
smile and the solicitous “Feel better,
Marthy?” or *‘How, now, Marthy?”
It was for Abram that Martha was
content to linger and suffer, for was
not there yet a chance that he would
heed his Master’s voice and believe
.| as she had believed since the early
.| days of their courtship?
Yielding to all else, the old man
steadfastly refused to open his heart
to the pleadings of wife, pastor or
[ friends. If she could be the means
of bringing him to the fold she felt
as if her life work would be accom
plished and she would gladly leave
her aching body behind that her tired
‘sph‘it might find rest and peace in
I her Father’s house,
A sharp twinge caused her to
change painfully onto her other side;
and her glance fell upon a faded
photograph of her early home, Then
her thoughts flew back to her old
life; the first visits of Abram; the
Sunday when in all her bright youth
fulness she joined the church of her
father and mother; the summer day
when she and Abram had promised
those sacred things—till death us do
part; the little house where they had
begun housekeeping—and then she
drifted into a fitful sleep, her lips
still moving and her fingers twitch
ing nervously over the patchwork
quilt, .
Cautiously Abram entered with the
small hand lamp and placed it care
fully and noiselessly in its accus
tomed place. He saw that Martha
was asleep, and he sank into the
high-backed rocker and studied her
worn face, ‘
He knew as weil as she that the
end was drawing near and soon he
would be left alone in the humble
home that had so long sheltered
tlem both, The tears welled up in
his eyes and ran over his wrinkled
face, dropping onto his faded vest,
He wiped his sleeves across his face
and sighed, The rocker creaked as
he moved and the aged wife slowly
cpened her eyes. d
Abram rose and deftly arranged
the usual corner of paper around the
lamp chimney so as to shut off the
light from Martha's eyes, &
“Abram, come up ecloser,” came
the weak voice, and he wonderingly
obeyed, as he was already so near
he could touch her pillow,
“"Abram, do you remember the
ehurch where we were married?”
“Yes, Marthy.”
“And how sweet the roses and
things smelled and what a lot of
flowers we had on the pews and In
the vases?”
“Yes. Oh, yes!” still wondering.
“And you remember when we
came here to keep house and how
happy, how happy we were?” she ran
on weakly,
“I guess I do, Marthy, as if 'twas
yesterd’y,” answered the old man.
“And then you remember when
our first baby came—and then left
us before she ‘could say a word but
‘Daddy’?”
Abram nodded with tears in his
eyes as she continued,
“How we steod over the little
white casket and eried together and
wondered how we should live?”
“Yes, Marthy,” chokingly.
“Then you know how little Fred
came, and how we loved him—and
about his getting drowned in the
brook?” She had been over it so
many times in her mind that she was
quite calm now as she reviewed it
again.
“Don’t, Marthy,” sobbed the gray
haired man; *I can’t bear it.”
“And then the twins,” she persist
ed; ‘‘they closed their blessed eyes
before we had hardly learned to
know them.”
~ “Yes,” repeated Abram faintly.
He sat with his chin sunk upon his
chest and the tears trickled down
unheeded as he pictured the scenes
which his wife brought before him.
“We loved our babies, didn't we,
Abram?” resumed the weak voice.
“Oh, Abram, if we could only have
them with us again. If we could
only see them once more and feel
their little arms and kiss them.”
“Oh, if we only could; if we only
could. I should be ready to-go, too,”
sobbed the old man.
‘“Abram, it seemsg as if I could sce
them now—there—see little” Annie
and Fred—all angels. Oh, see the
lights and the flowers—and there
come the twins. And there's the
Saviour lifting them in His arms—
yes, I'm coming—mother's coming,
darlings. Wait just a minute.”
With a ery of anguish Abram
dropped on his knees beside the bed.
“Oh, Marthy, I b’lieve, I b'lieve. I
i'want to go to the children too. Oh,
Lord, have mercy—take me too. .I'm
a poor sinner and I haven’t been get
ting ready, but I want to come.”
The broken prayer and the ‘heavy
sobbing roused the sick woman for
a moment and she realized that all
was well. A look of content and joy
overspread her countenance and she
moved her hand until it rested on
Abram’s wet cheek. He grasped it
feverishly and the heavy sobs grad
ually subsided, leaving the room in
perfect quiet.—Boston Sunday Post,
. .
Stripes and Bars For Him
By CASPAR WHITNEY.,
The trouble to-day is failure to suf
ficiently punish the reckless driver
We constantly read of. ‘& wealthy
scorcher who d:igrately defies the
L ne of hl‘ e C; fl%gl;ce.
m&& n .L;\'f;x ot out &- to get
away from him. The fine of ten to
twenty-five dollars for & man of this
‘sort is ridiculous and makes no im
pression as we see, for the offense ig
committed over and over again by
the same individuals. Around New
York there are half a dozen such who
are continuously being arrested ang
as continuously offending,
Anent accidents, there is a great
deal of talk in the papers of exacting
a thorough examination of all those
who apply for license, thus intimat
ing that the majority of accidents are
the result of incompetence in the dri
ver; but such is not the fact. There
is no doubt of the desirability of in
sisting on an examination of the
chauffeur before he is given a license,
but the truth is that the reckless driv
ing and the greatest number of acci
dents come not from the incompe
tence or the ignorance of the man at
the wheel, but from absolute reck
lessness. The men who give the most
trouble belong to the expert driver
class.
There is only one way to stop reck
less driving, and that is by rigidly en
forcing a few simple laws. The first
offense should be punished by a fine,
the second offense by revocation of
license for a given period—a month
say—and the third offense should bhe
punished by a term of imprisonment,
Accidents that result in the death of
innocent victims should produce a
charge of manslaughter.
If several of the reckless drivers,
who apparently consider themselves
immune because of their prominence,
should serve a term in jail, I think
there would be an end to criminally
heedless speeding.—The OQuting Mag
azine.
Not a Safe Place. S
Old Aunt Hepsy Garside never had
seen a moving picture show before.
She gazed in specchless wonder at
the magic contrivance by which mes
sengei“ioys were made to move with
breakneck speed, barbers to shave
their customers in less than a min
ute and heavy policemen to dash
along the street at a rate never at
tained by a living specimen, either
on or off duty.
It was all real to her. She cou:d
‘not doubt the evidence of ber senses.
}Au those things were taking place
exactly as depicted.
~ Presently an automobile came in
sight in the far background, moving
directly toward the audience at the
rate of at least a mile a minute. Just
as a catastrophe seemed inevitable it
swerved aside, passed on and dis
appeared,
~ Aunt Hepsy could stand it no
longer. Hastily grasping the hand
of her little niece she rose and start
ed swiftly for the door.
~ "Come along, Minervy!” she gaid.
It ain’t safe to stay here any longer.
That thing didn’t miss me more than
two feet!—Youth's Companion, it
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Facts About Goats.
GCoats do not eat grass as long as
there are weeds and brush.
An Angora is a prolific breeder
end a productive’'shearer until twelve
or thirteen years old.
An ordinary fence is generally ef
fectual to confine goats. Their tend
ency, as a rule, is rather to go
through a fence than to jump over.
—Weekly Witness.
Add Humus.
When growing green crops to plow
under to add humus it will be found
more economical to turn down
legumes and thus add nitrogen.
When this is done it will not be nec
essary to use a fertilizer rich in ni
trogen. Nitrogen is the most expen
sive e2lement of fertility, and the air
is a much cheaper source to obtain
it from than the fertilizer works.—
Farmer’s Home Journal.
Repair Farm Tools. |
The man who is handy with tools
can save many a trip to the black
smith shop during the busy season,
says Drovers’ Journal. Every farm
should be equipped with a repair shop
and every farmer should learn how to
use tools. Save all the nuts, screws,
hinges, bolts and any other pieces
that might be of use, and when a
machine breaks down you may have
just the piece to fix it. A box in the
tool shed makes agood place to throw
such odds and ends.
Profits on Poaltry.
The profits to be derived from a
flock of fowls depend largely—very
largely—upon their housing and
keeping. It is unreasonable to ex
pect hens kept in a cold, damp, filthy
house to produce eggs, and they sim
ply will not do it. It is much easier
to fix the house up now than it will
be after the weather gets cold; in
fact, the chances are ten to one that
if the repairs are not made before
cold weather sets in, they will not be
made at all, and the result will be a
lot of roupy, sniveling, profitless hens
and a disappointed owner.—Farmer’s
Home Journal. T
o Bugs That Eat Bugs.
The Department of Agriculture cul
tivates insects that destroy any and
all crop parasites. The polygnotus
hiemalis can whip any Hessian fly
ever born; the tysphlebus tricti is
death on the green bug. The green
bug eats the .other, which promptly
lays its eggs inside its devourer. The
young eat their way to the open air,
*fl' ing the green bug, says Van
ordan’s Magazine. -
To ohe lady bug is due the destruc
tion of the San Jose scale, which did
~millions of dollars’ damage to the
it uees of California. When the
pest had becomie w puwitive meness
the department heard of a species
of bug in North China which was
fatal to the scale. A large number
of the bugs were procured, but all
were dead except one when they
reached this country. The one insect
was taken to Washington and became
a ward of the Government. She
rewarded her keepers by laying about
5000 eggs. In an incredibly short
space of time she had a flourishing
family of seven billions and the reign
of the scale was over.
Cracked Corn For Hens.
In a recent experiment the Maine
Agricultucal Station made a compari
son of whole corn and cracked corn
for layirg hens. Certain poultrymen
reason that cracked corn is more dJe
sirable ‘vhen thrown in the litter, be
cause lzying hens, which tend to grow
too fa: upon the whole corn, are
forced to take more exercise in se
curing the smaller pieces. In Octo
ber 1000 April hatched pullets were
put into ten like pens. Besides the
other food, the pullets in one-half
of the pens received whole corn, and
in the other half an equal weight of
cracked corn. The records of each
pen from November to April show
that the average number of eggs per
bird receiving the whole corn was,
for the various pens, eighty-four,
seventy-eight, seventy-three, seventy
seven and seventy-six, and for those
receiving the cracked corn seventy
nine,_seventy-five, seventy-seven, sev
enty-five and seventy-four. From this
experiment it appears that there is
nothing in the results that leads to
the conclusion that it is necessary
or advisable to crack the corn fed
to hens kept for laying purposes.
Building a Herd For Beef.
In building up a herd for beef pro
duction, select cows with a broad,
deep and square body, cows with a
good coating of flesh, for these, if
bred to the right kind of bull, will
produce calves that will prove profita
ble feeders. |
Now for the bvll. The bull is. half
the herd. He stamps his qualities
on all the calves, not simply on one
calf a year, as with the cow, Get a
registered bull of the breed you want,
even if you have only grale cows, as
then you are sure you are getting a
beef breed from beef ancestors, Se
lect a bull that is of good size, with
a proud masculine bearing, a good,
intelligent head, broad and full be
tween the eyes, yet with a quiet ex
pression, as a nervous, excitable ani
mal will never fatten to good advan
tage. He should De broad and
straight across the back, with smooth,
even hips. He should have well
sprung ribs, heavily covered with
flesh. ]
Spring is the natural season for
cows to drop their calves, and the
cows should be bred so as to drop
their calves in the early spring, and
then when the cows are turned to
pasture in the spring the calves are
old enough to go with them and thus
have advantages for making rapid
growth and require very little atten
tion during the busy summer months,
When the calves are a few weeks
old they should be castrated and the
wound washed with some good germ
killer, so it heals rapidly. In the fall
the calves should be weaned and fed
on good, nutritious food. This should
consist of silage and roots, clover or
alfalfa hay, oats and bran—equal
parts—with daily allowance of some
reliable stock food to aid digestion
and promote a quick growth.
The age at which steers should
be marketed depends largely on the
market prices, but as a rule well fed
steers sell best at fourteen to sixteen
months old.—Dr. David Roberts,
Wisconsin State Veterinarian.
Culling is Beneficial.
Culling the flock improves it and
makes it better every year, as a high
er standard is constantly being
evolved. By an observation of the
individuals much can be learned. In
stead of running indiscriminately
with culls, one becomes acquainted
with the good hens and perhaps
makes pets of them and pride in their
individual excellence is entertained
by the owner. All of which is very
desirable. Then, too, the young flock
will be hatched only from the best
producers and the choicest specimens,
instead of from eggs taken indiscrim
inately from the egg basket and large
ly from poor specimens, says Epito
mist. g
Even with good pure-bred stock
the matter of selection should not be
overlooked. There is no likelihood
of there being such extremely poor
specimens in a pure-bred flock as in
a flock of mongrels, but at the same
time in every flock there are some
that are better than others. The ob
ject of this, then, is to impress upon
poultrymen and farmers the impor- .
tance of a close scrutiny of the stock,
and to teach the fact by careful se
lection a profitable flock may often
be built up from what may at first
seem to be very unpromising mate
rials o G il
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Pure-Bred Horses. 2
Next week will end the county fairs
in Ohio. I have attended county fairs
an Wndiana State Fairs
s year. Becoming the owner of a
coach stallion last spring, my interest
centered ia the horse displays at
these fairs., I shall not dwell upon
the displays at any of them, but I
wish to say a few words through your
"naper of the result of my own ex
héf%gfim;ndm Tdglked: e e
In Ohio we have no stallion law;
‘that is, anybody who owns a stallion,
an matter how many blemishes or
other imperfections he may have or
how mongrelly bred he may be, he is
for sérvice t 0 any who apply. At
county fairs the so-called grade horse
was there, but I am happy to say he
was overshadowed by the magnificent
specimens of the pure-bred horse.
But the mongrel is like a cancer; he
keeps on in business by the cheap
price he offers for service, and the
only way to drive him out is to pass
stringent laws allowing no mongrel
bred stallion to stand for service.
When a company or a person pays
from SISOO to S3OOO for a horse they
should be protected. Under our pres
ent no-law-at-all, it is only a matter
of four years when a horse of pure
blood has stood in a locality, that
‘there will be as many grade stallions
as you have fingers in as many miles
in every direction. This is not true
in all localities, but this statement
will hit more localities than it misses..
Thirty-five years ago I can remem
ber that almost one-fourth of the
horses were blind. We have better
horses than in that day; we are be
coming more educated, but like the
liquor question, it takes more than
educatien to correct the evil. Strin
gent laws of all kinds have been en
acted to curb the liquor traffic, but it
still exists. If the eradication of the
mongrel bred horse is to be done by
education it will be a long way off.
That there should be a law of some
kind there is no doubt, but who is
going to take the first step? If the
Legislature of Indiana would move
in the matter, all owners of pure-bred
stallions should get busy. In Ohij we
have to wait a year yet, as the Legis
lature only meets every two years,
and this is the off year., In an article
in a week-or two I will outline a law,
which I believe would be efficient, and
the working of such a law prove a
boon to the horse business for genera
tions to come.—C. C. Neal, in the
Indiana Farmer.
—
Many Vines on a Small Plot.
A fine sample of what can be done
on a small plot of southern California
land has been furnished by W 8
Palmer, of Third street. On the two
city lots east ‘of his house, a space
less than one-third of an acre, Mr.
Palmer last spring set out 30,000
grape cuttings.
The cuttings were heeled in dure
ing February and March and set out
April 1 in double rows four inches
apart. Two boys were able to take
entire care of them during the sums
mer, and at the present time all the
vines are in flourishing condition,
representing at the lowest nursery
valuation s3ooo.—Claremont Corre--
spondence Los Angeles Times,
