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SUNDAY MORNING. A long *n<i weary day, Tbe holiday of doubt, GVd wm 1 when it went it* way, Abu when the stars shone ont: For nerer from it* frowning skies Came peacw or rent in any grnae. What freedom for my *otil, What uplift for my prayer, What larger views, what shining goal On moorland*, waste aad hare* What wonder that 1 breathed at lout Thanksgiving when the hour was past, @w JL& q?K!g ' TUB - gMSKon - - KTOSE * ' £ T KBE the smoke Of Ojo Cnii l ante. Jim,” Raid the sheriff. lifting his fagged pony with a ■*■ swing of Ins bridle, “the line Is only five tulles off now. Hen yonder, those bare mesquites on that mean? Hint’s Mexico.” Jim looked down at the lioof-prlnts, and, atrlklng Ids Jaded broncho with the Spurs, said: "If he don’t get a fresh horse at Ojo Caliente, cnp, we’ll cntcli him In lews'll two hours. He’s down to a fox tTot now.” ‘There Isn’t a horse In Calleritc, ■Jim. 1 think he'll stop there. How many shots have you got, Jim?” “Seven, cap.” "And four for me. That, ought to fetili him." And they floundered over the hot dun hill mid down Into the sqtiat, red village of adobes. Bnt with all his hard riding Captain Early’s heart wasn’t exactly "In” this man hunt. He knew Ed THbury-liad sat In with him at Silver City, Santa Pe and El Paso, served in the same posse with him the time Captain Crews and his rangers crossed the ltlo after the rustlers, but murder was murder, and It was “up to” Early to bring Til bury In. Six aces In oue deck was re garded as stealing, even In Las Cruces, imd when Ed unloaded his forty-five into Biff Hickey, popular opinion sided C J> rWBPt "NOW’S HIS CHANCE FOR A SHOT." with Tilbury ami most of the boys disappeared to avoid posse duty. Hut it was different with Captain Knvly and his two deputies. Two hours after Tilbury hit the trail for the border they were hot after him with fifteen rounds apiece* good mounts, and no idea beyond the inevitable necessity of bringing back tile "murderer" dead or alive. But Tilbury bad one of those Cana dian Rtver horses, as fast as a coyote it. the.sand and n demon for rough going. Ed rode him in thb spring froth Wichita to Oklahoma City, and "gal loped him clean neross the panhandle,” then to the Pecos Valley and across the range hills to I .as Cruces. So the fugitive’s horse was seasoned. But Early and his men changed ponies at Poultney's ranch, roping out their own stock because the outfit was away on the drive, and ran Tilbury to cover before dark in u dug-out by the iron spring. They got the worst of this, however, for the rascal winged Jim's horse and cut a streak across Early's that sent the beast as lame as a barn yard duck. As for Thoroughmnn's pony, it died at the first shot, and the deputy walked back to Poultney’s as mad as a rattlesnake. But Early and Jim clung to the trail, and now, ns they rode into Ojo Call rote, a cluster of weather-beaten hov els of mud, they saw Ed Tilbury at the far end of the single street, stand ing by a stranger, and iu the shadows beside him, almost tottering against the wall, the staggering, dust-covered, exhausted horse that had carried him TWO DAYS. A brief but sunny day, The day of song and toil, Was it some angel came my way. And touched with holy oil My eye* that could no more look out Upon the barren wastes of doubt? The threads run to and fro, The wheel of labor turns, Hut in their throbbing mist aglow A light effulgent burns, Faith trims the lamp and bids me view Horizons that I never knew. —Boston Transcript. sixty miles toward freedom. But he saw them and was np In a second, his rllie swinging down at them ns he rose in his stirrups and the game horse plunging forward as with final des peration. "He must have ammunition to burn,” grunted .Tim ns a bullet whizzed through his pony’s mane, but Early had fired twice and missed before they came alongside the startled stranger. "Have you got a horse?” the sheriff was yelling. The stranger looked up and said, quite slowly: “Yes, sir. That is, I did have one, but 1 sold It to the —to the uian you are shooting at. Sec, here's the money.” And the young fellow showed a wad of bills in his hand. Jim grinned a minute without taking his eyes off the vanishing mur derer, who was blundering out across the saml toward the South, but the sheriff swore as he roared: “Fetch out your horse, quick. You’ve sold it to an outlaw. I’m Sheriff Early and I’ve got a warrant for that fellow. Quick, (lie horse!” But the stranger, who looked like a hoy, though his face was brown with tan and freckles, ran round Into the shecj) corral and in another moment, mounted on a hold-going buckskin horse, his Winchester ready iri Its scab bard. came charging after the fugitive. “He's for getting the reward him self," shouted Jim. “Wait! Wait!” bellowed Early. But the fast-riding youngster, un sheathing his rifle, looked hack with a grin and cried: "I’ll get him. cap! I'll get him!" “Putty game for a kid,” said Jim. But Sheriff Early was furious. "I'm an ass for telling him. He'll kill Ed or get himself killed!" As they struggled over the bowlder strewn trail and slipped hauncliwisc down into the valley far off on the op posite hill, they could see Tilbury, still looking back, bis rifle ready, and be tween hint and tho Bio Grande only a nille of knee-deep sand. Then the staring sands of the dried river bed and liberty! But between them and the outlaw rode the boy on the buck skin liorse. Each stroke of the nimble hoofs sent a fountain of dust into the air, each stride brought him nearer to Tilbury and the hack-pointed Win chester. "Now's his chance for a shot,” said .Tint, watching the murderer flounder ing up onto the crest of the final bill. "He couldn't miss him now!” “He’s just loading his gun,” cried Early. “See him? He's out of the dust. Hear it!" And they saw the white puff of smoke, and then, echoing sharp and quick, from wall to wall of the slate fronted niesns. the crack of the volun teer's weapon. - "Got him, by Jove!” igughed Jim. "I seen his cay use drop, cap!” As they saw the fugitive's pony drop and Tilbury scramble to his feet tbe gheriff and Jim abandoned their own exhausted beasts, and, seizing their weapons, rushed up the steep bill for the capture. But the youth on the horse went gamely forward, faster and faster, till he, too, topped the ridge and disappeared in the wake of the dismounted outlaw. “It’d be murder to kill him now,” panted Early. “It’s him or the kid, I guess,” an swered Jim, and, with dust-smeared faces and bodies muddy with sand and sweat, they gained the outlaw. Far down below them, just breast ing the shallow pool of the dwindled summer river, they saw the buckskin horse bearing two riders toward tho Mexican shore. "We're done, ain’t we, cap?” “Done? We're skinned, stuffed and basted by a blamed kid! That's what we file.” Jim stooped over the dead Canadian -—Tilbury’s worthless hostage to the law--and said: “Wonder why the kid killed it, cap?” “Just a bluff, Jim. Cunnln’ of him, wasn't it?” And the sheriff sat down on the corpse and rolled a cigarette, watching Tilbury and liis pal disappear Into the chaparral which lined the haze-dimmed shore of the "laud of inanana.” They didn’t say much as they walked back weary and defeated, to Ojo Caliente, lint when they came to the red. warped railroad station and talked to the squint-eyed agent he told them that the stranger, the eurly'-hnlred, brown cheeked hoy, hail come to town but an hour or two ago. “He didn’t seem to know nobody,” explained the agent, “and the on’y thing I know is I beam him boss tradin’ with Hint: there chap you was chasin’, just a few minutes ’fore you all rid up and begun shoot in’.” Sheriff Early and his deputy loafed about the station till half an hour be fore the east-bound local came along, and then the agent handed him n small yellow envelope, with: “Either o’ you men 'Captain JCarly’s” And the sheriff read: “Tilbury's wife on buckskin horse short cut to Caliente. Men’s clothes. Frank Hickey.” “From Biff's brother,” said Early, handing the dispatch to Jim. “She’s a brick!” grinned the deputy. —John H. Raftery, in the Chicago Record Herald. Flower* of the Swamp. What a wealth of rarely beautiful wild flowers there are in the swamps and meadows even In July, says Coun try Life in America the vivid beauti ful cardinal, the false sunflower, or ox eye, thelance-leavedorfrugrant golden rod, the tblmbleweed, the bulb-bearing loosestrife, hardback, the early purple aster or cocasli, the iron-weed or flat top, the arrow-leaved tearthumb, tbe spearmint, native wild mint and pep permint,the Maryland ligwort or bee plant, the great lobelia or bine cardinal flower, the graceful brook lobelia, tin soft, feathery, tall meadow rue, the poisonous water hemlock, the blood thirsty, round-leaved sundew, the wicked strnngleweed or common dod der, the gorgeous Turk's cap lily, the queer snake-head or turtle-head, the fragrant bitter bloom or rose-pink, the attractive meadow beauty or deer grass, the sea or marsh pink, the marsh milkwort, the marsh Bt. Johns wort, (lie white alder or sweet pepperbush, the lioneset or thorough wort, the climb ing nonesot or liempweed. the jewel weed, the pale touch-me-not, the giant St. Johnswort and two exquisite orchids, the yellow-fringed orchids and the white-fringed orchids. The lowest and the highest, the showy and the sober, all await to surprise him wlio searches. ONI Aj* ami Appetite. Sir Henry Thompson deprecates in creased eiiting as a means of keeping up the strength of those who are ad vancing In years, and particularly ob jects to the repeated and general use of concentrated forms of animal nour ishment for the aged. Over-nourish ment in old age is apt to lead to pains and aches due to the impairment of excretion, and a long protracted course of overfeeding will end in an attack of gout. Even artificial teeth are noi to lie considered an uumixed blessing, for by a provision of nature the teeth begin to decay ami become useless just when the system begins 1 to thrive with out much animal food of coarse fibre. Indigestion, says Sir Henry Thomp son, Is mostly not a disease, but au ad. monition. “It is the language of the stomach, and is mostly an unknown tongue to those who are addressed.” It means that the individual has not yet found his appropriate diet. “There Is no food whatever which is ’whole some in itself, that food only Is whole some which is so to the individual.”— Baltimore Sun. Kx|t*me> of the Whit* House. Aside from the President's salary and the expense of keeping the White House in repair, it costs the Govern ment only about $05,000 to operate the establishment. Of this amount $50,00P is expended in the salaries of the thirty men on the executive payroll, says the World's Work. These range from n Secretary to the President, with a sal ary of SSOOO a year, down to messen gers and doorkeepers whose- pay is in some instances perhaps one-tenth that sum. This remaining $15,000 defrays all tile other expenses— the replacing of worn-out office furniture, typewrite! repairs, stationery and feed for the half dozen horses in the White House stables. Of course the executive offics has the benefit of many economies be yond the reach of the thrifty merchant For instance, all official tuaii is franked, saving appropriately S2O a day. Special telegraph and cable rates are also secured. THE BRUNSWICK DAILY NEWS. Water Drinking Best Means of Health By G. T. Palmer, M. D. HE human body contains a complete sewerage system in watch iS ____ 85 poisonous and disease-producing refuse is constantly gather 's JK ing. and jeopardizing the health, says Invention. The same * L 8 rule which applies to municipal sanitation will also apply to personal sanitation, and the danger of disease may @£S;£jf$’S?SKSS he forestalled by flushing out this sewerage system with an excess of water. Just as truly as the gathering of filth from the city in the “sewerage veins” endangers the lives of the in habitants, so the poisons generated by the bodily metabolism, collected In the excretory organs, will jeopardize the lives of the millions of In habitants of the body—the living cells. Every action of muscle or of nerve is accompanied by the destruction of cells, which, if not eliminated, will accumulate, like clinkers. Aside from the mere “choking of the flues,” we must bear in mind that the body is constantly generating poisons, which, if eliminated freely, will do no harm; but which, if retained, will be productive of disease. Such a poison is uric acid, which is charged justly with causing rheumatism, gout, constant headaches, dizziness, and a train of other symptoms, and it must be seen that if the accumulation of refuse is the cause of such conditions, the logical means of cure is its elimination. Other "products of matabollsra” create tbeir own types of disease, and all may be prevented by the free nse ol water. A beginning of kidney trouble lies in the faet that people, especially women, do not drink enough water. They pour down tumblers of ice water as an accompaniment to a meal; but that is worse than no water, the chill preventing digestion, and indigestion being a direct promoter of kidney disease. A tumbler of water sipped in the morning immediately on rising, another at night, are recommended by physicians. Try to drink as little water as possible with meals, but take a glassful half nil hour to on hour before eating. This rule persisted in day after day, month after month, the complexion* will improve and tbe general health likewise. Mater drunk with meals should ha sipped, as well as taken sparingly. JZ? jZ? jZ? Why Boiling a Potato is an Art By Alice Dynes Fealin g, B. S often hear the remark that some would-be cook "cannot jp __ _ jj£ boil potatoes.” The truth is. few cooks prepare this dish pvop "M ly Sag crly. The girl who understands science knows that the potato Jp, S*J does not boil. The water boils and the heat conveyed by this medium cooks the starch and softens the cellulose of tho po •B'xaP'Sy®' tato. Physics has taught her that, under ordinary pressure, water never becomes any warmer after the ladling point (212 degrees Fahrenheit, 100 degrees Centigrade) is reached; therefore she allows the water to remain at boiling temperature until the heat has penetrated*and cooked the vegetable. Bhe then removes the water at once and iias a mealy, flaky potato. True, without her knowledge of seleuee, she might obtain tile same result accidentally. But she is quite as likely to continue the cooking until the starch is partly dextrlnized and a gummy, sticky ixitato is the result. The unscientific cook is quite likely to endeavor to hasten the cooking process by adding fuel to the fire, thus causing violent boiling, believing that she is thus attaining her object. She may cause the vege table to break by the mechanical action of the water, or the liquid may splash over on the stove or pass off in steam, but in no* case is the cooking accomplished in less time. Thus a knowledge of the simple laws of physics prevents a waste of fuel, a point in economy well worth consideration. The True Province of the Newspaper By Most Rev. John Ireland, Archbishop of St. Paul. were to choose where outside the classroom for the general U’*"ll welfare of humanity 1 should have devotion to truth prevail, I should name the newspaper. The newspaper is TO-day lire jj * TT eminently the mentor of the people. It is read by all. It is TTyyyTT*?' Relieved nearly by all. Its influence is paramount. Its re sponsibility is tremendous. Us province is to narrate facts— to give the truth, nothing but the truth, and all the truth; to allow- both parties to a controversy to he heard; never to palliate or distort; never to omit, when that which is omitted may be of relevancy in the formation of fluidic opinion; never to publish the doubtful as certain, the mere gossip as well-ascertained news; never, above all else, to put before winders errors and falsehood. Journalism that is iftnest and honorable is one of the Nation's most precious inheritances. That which places notoriety and pelf above truth and virtue, and adopts as Its tactics of war the stunning sensation rather than the calm statement of facts, is one of the Nation's direst calamities. Numerous in America is the journalism which is honest and honorable; hole and tliete Is found that which worships, above all else, notoriety and pelf. There is here a duty of conscience uud of patriotism for Americans. May they ever be mindful of that duty. JZ? jZ7 jZ? The Praise of Science. By Garrett P. Servlss A* ENJAMIN FRANKLIN is mentioned in any history of modirn tilnt ‘ s; Uat'lel Webster in any history of America. * Thus writes Hr. Edward Everett Hale, in praising some of (J* y. the great men of our country. If Y Consciously or not, he has put into one pregnant sentence the - || y praise of science. I or. if you ask yourself; “Vi hy does Franklin's name appear , • histories which omit the name of Webster?” your only reply Vy-tiy ’ can be: "Because Franklin's scientific investigations and discov eries have made his name a household word in every civilized laud, while Webster's political services, great as they were, affected nar rower interests and stirred the raiuds of fewer people the world over.” And this is hy no means a solitary instance: on the contrary, it may be called an expression of a general law. All through human history it has been so, and not only in modern times. But a very few of the foremost poets nnA great conquerors have won places as lofty in the temple of fame as*pnl occupied by the leaders in scientific thought and achievement. Alexander's name is not more widely celebrated than That of his master. Aristotle. Homer has not lived longer on men's tongues than Euclid. Columbus in some respects stands alone, although science may with more reason claim him than any other branch of human effort. Is Shakespeare, with bis universal popularity, after all more widely known or respected than Newton? Would not more histories leave out the name of Luther than that of Copernicus? Does not Galileo's fame tower as high as that of his countryman. Michael Angelo? If no account of the career of uuwikiud could ignore Napoleon and his victories, as little could it omit La placeand his mathematics. Put yourself in the place of an intelligent reader 500 years henca looking back upon the nineteenth century. Would he benold any figure among men towering higher than that of Darwin? The presidents and kings, and politicians and fighters, and spinners of literary gossamer, and blowers of metaphysical bubbles, and hoarders of gold and banknotes will then present almost a dead level, a little tumbled perhaps with the excrescences of vanity, above which Darwin's fame will rise like a pyramid. Especially let tbe young man, snrred by an honorable ambition to make the best use of this world’s time and opportunities, remember that as the ages roll by the poorest figure of all is cut by the mere money-bags the "king” of this, that or the other form of “industry” and greed. Into the neaven of lasting fame and honor it is indeed harder for the rich man to enter “than for a camel to go through the eye of a needle.” The hope of humanity on this earth is based npon the advance of science. The human mind instinctively recognizes that fact, and this is the reason why the name of Benjamin Franklin is familiar in lands where that of George Washington is seldom heard and that of Daniel Webster is forgot ten.-—American and T SEPTEMBER U. She Ventured. She ventured in the briny deep A iittle while ago, .. , And veiled lor murder, fire, police:— A crab had piDched her toe. And though at that momentous time Her screams were plainly beard. Vet when a lobster squeezed her wra.st She didn t say a word. —Judge. A Family Treat. “I hear you were ‘hard hit’ when you net Miss Uashley ” "Not half as hard hit ns I was when i met her father ”*-New York World. A rhtlo*opher. • Say. ilou't nllus be worryin' about p r next meal! Look it me! I’m illus cheerful tiukin' about my last me!”—New York Journal. Worldly Wisdom. Father—“ln choosing a wife, one •liould never judge by appearances.” Son—“ That’s right Often the pret :iest girls have the least money!” — Puck. I'uir of Them. Canvasser (entering office) —“I would like to see the manager.” Proprietor—“ Which one—the office boy or the typewriter?”—Chicago News. The I*eal Article. “He is a true phllanthroplsi.” "He gives a great deal of advice.” “Yes. But he is usually ready to accompany his advice with enough cash to put it on a working basis.”— Washington Star. ar In X’alurn'i fleart. Professor Bughuuter—“Dou't you love tlic primeval forest. Miss I’oppy bat?” Miss Poppybat—“Oh! Of course. Professor: But then I think a park is much more stylish.”--Puck. Netting For Htniftelf. Customer—“l want fifteen yards of netting.” Clerk—“ For mosquitoes?” Customer—“Naw. y’ idiot! F'r my self. Tli' mosquitoes have got enough comforts already ”- Baltimore News. Kelicn anil Kain. Mrs. Krank—“Y'es, I'm fond of pets. 1 have five cats and four dogs that just rule my house.” Mrs. McCall—“Ah! I’ve often heard of •reigning cats and dogs.' These must he the ones.”—Philadelphia Press. ' Hi* Miorceation. “How < au I make my Hoarding house more popular?” asked Mrs Bawedge. "You might,” replied the star board er. squaring up a bit of steak, "you might advertise it as furnishing ail the advantages of a gymnasium.”—Deiroit Free Press. One on Cirorge. “And now, George,” said the blush ing but practical maiden, “since every thing is settled and 1 have consented to share your lot ” "Yes, darling!” "Perhaps you'd better see ahont hav ing a house put on it!”—Bnltiiuora News. Worn© Yet. “I don't suppose there's anything that makes a woman more angry in glancing over the report of a social function at which she considered her self a prominent guest than to find her name left out.” “Unless it is to find tier rival's name reft in."—Philadelphia Press. Identified* “Golly wog? Not a bit of it. Why. t's Brown’s new motor, with its’speed shield on and himself oehind it."—New fork Commercial Advertiser. IHstruafful Father. "Herbert has a lovely disposition," said Ethel. "Yes.” answered Ethel's father. "Herbert's disposition is too lovely. I shouldn't like to trust your future to his hands. He is the sort of person .vho will be imposed on without restat es it. X have known him to go to a tall game and not want to fight the tmpire when he gave an unjust de cision against the home team.”—Wash ogton Star.