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A6 w to Attain Success.
By W. Bourke Cockran.
HAVE been some time in the world, and the result of my
I experience Is that there is one way by which success may
w be obtained with absolute certainty, and tliat is to develop
I Or capaf'ty- In a 'l ®.v Hfe I have never known an instance
ife I of undiscovered merit. There are too many seekers to al
■W J low ability to remain hid. If you possess ability and were
■ ■ placed in a diving bell and lowered to the bottom of the
. sea, expeditions would be fitted out to discover you and
bring you back.
No matter what calling you embrace, if you have ability you will be
In demand. If a lawyer, think how many persons there are in trouble who
would be seeking your advice; if a physician, bow many there are who are
ill who would want your services: if an architect, how many who desire
better houses built. I have heard it said that a young man needs,a pull to
get along. Pay no attention to that. If yon nave ability you will win.
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Ideas on Ideal Woman.
By Professor Benjamin Andrews,
Chancellor of the University of Nebraska.
RI.THOrGH the ideal of man is agreed 0:1 and confirmed
from time to time, in the ease of woman there are various
ideals and with numerous intelligent adherents. These
ideals are so different that not all of them can bo correct.
I will mention three principal ones, from which there are, of
course, many variations.
First, there is the masculine ideal of woman—the notion
> be as strong and as much like man as possible. Then there
* Idea. She Is to be merely a pet, a plaything—simply an ad
were. And thirdly, there is what I will call the substantive
to be like a nun. The different ideals of woman vary mdefl
iliarity, all the way from the first to the third.
A woman's life is not any more than a mail's incomplete or a failure by
virtue of the fact of celibacy. But the Ideal woman must be a woman, not
masculine. She is a substantive member or unit in society, not a mere ad
jective, like Dickens’ Doru: and the question is, how can these requirements
be combined? For the ideal woman must be sweet and strong at once.
The Science of Forestry.
A Climatic Necessity.
/SfSygVgx HE profession of forestry, unknown not very many years ago,
flllllll ,s ra P idl - v assuming Importance in the eyes of the world.
Jpl np jHJ It cannot too quickly become important in the minds of
© Americans, for at tlio rate at which the lumbermen are de
-1 I (§ spoiling our woodlands it will not be long before we shall
f ' A ijjl have Hot only no forests, but no climate worth mentioning,
t WrisW I* may make some difference with the practical ones to
% \ aj&’jg/ explain that there is profit as well as principle in taking care
y'j one's trees.
The little kingdom of Saxony, which is about as large as the State of
Connecticut, Is said to have the best regulated system of forestry in tlie
world.
' The timbered land is supervised by graduates of a regular course of
training in tliis science, who have boon taught chemistry, physics, miner
alogy, zoology, mechanics, geology, mathematics, botany, surveying, for
estry proper, and the provisions ot the game and fish laws.
‘ The forests are said to be worth $80,000,000, and by preserving them an
annual revenue of nearly three and a quarter millions is derived.
After the salaries of the foresters are paid and all other expenses met,
the State gets two and a quarter millions out of tills revet ue. It is wealth
on such a scale as this that reckless and unscrupulous Umber companies
have been destroying for us.
And we Americans call ourselves the most practical people on earth,
and consider the German mind dreamy and unpractical.
It looks' veiy much ns If the people of this land had been living undei
the impression that tile Government had literally money to burn.—New
York News.
Education as a Reserve Power
By Orison Swett Marden.
of our great iron manufacturers, a man who is suecess-
fully controlling the labor of thousands of men, recently said
that the b,est thing lor a young man to do is to go to work, to
W get into business as early as possible. He decried the idea of
jf getting a college education and acquiring culture. Tills man
ft "'ll probably become one of the richest men in the country,
-J |—| | —and, twenty years lienee, when he shall have grown tired of
'I yi.’J’i.T’J. flceumnlating money, be will not know how to get any high
enjoyment out of it. Hla Intellectual tastes must remain
/crude and undeveloped.
' There are too many such men in America, ranging from millionaires
to men with small fortunes. They are thus numerous because so many of
our young men rush into business, in their eagerness to make money, with
out having received an adequate education for mental training and growth
late in life. It is well-nigh impossible for most of such inen to acquire
habits of study after thirty. The intellect, at that age. has been formed to
hold and associate certain kinds of images, ideas, and thoughts, and only
by efforts that ninety-nine men in a hundred cannot make can such mental
habits be formed. One of the hardest tasks is for a mature but illiterate
mind to learn to love reading. Illiteracy, fixed by habit, holds the mind as
a vise clamps iron.
But the uneducated men most to be pitied are those who have reached
middle life without success. Education is the one thing they need, and
their chances of acquiring it have become even more uncertain than those
of the men who have achieved partial or complete success in acquiring
property and influence. They lack power and self-confidence, gifts that
such minds can acquire only by early training and discipline. “Failed for
lack of an education” would he a fit epitaph for many an unfortunate.
Matrimony, Eminence
and Longevity
By Edgar Saltus.
OROFESSOK THORNDIKE, of Columbia University, discusses
in the current issue of a popular periodical two proposi
tions of general interest. First, that men of eminence
marry young: second, that_uiatrimouy is good for them.
The prior proposition 1% uncontrovertible. Shining ex
amples are superabundant. Last week, or the week be
fore, the Sultan of Zanzibar was married. The Sulan is
precisely seventeen. In Zanzibar he is certainly eminent,
'then u,trie is Mr. Reginald Vanderbilt. Mr. Vanderbilt is twenty-three.
He is not married yet, but he is going to be. If we may believe everything
we hear, and that is always such a. pleasure, he also is an eminent young
man.
Then, too, there Is the German Kaiser Concerning his eminence, U
would tie Majestats-verbrecben to express a doubt. This gentleman marrieff
at an age so tender that the next morning he was up before breakfast
treating the guards to a drill.
There Is, moreover, Mr. Sage. His eminence is equally unquestionable.
Uqst when be married we are not quite certain, but we are sure that it oc
curred in prehistoric times.
in view of these examples Professor Thorndike's proposition may be ac
cepted with ease. But its corollary is not so clear. Matrimony, particularly
when the party of the second part happens to be of a tempestuous disposl
sltkm, is highly chastening, and that too. whether you are eminent or not.
4s such it is beneficial to us aii. Yet concerning its further advantages,
political economists manifest an occasional reserve.
To this reserve Dr. Schwatz has latterly supplied an accent. Dr Sehwatz
is a Berlinese scientist In a recent monograph he contended that matri
mony is not merely beneficial, but conducive to longevity With an in
genuity which we can only qualify as lovable, he produced in support of
the contention a number of centenarians. He showed that each of them
:ad married, and that all were widowers. Which latter fact, however,
proves or seems to prove not so much perhaps that matrimony is conducive
to longevity, but rather that he who sutvires matrimony can survive any
thing.—New York American and Journal.
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Now 1 am busy as ea\n
And leisure time
By darning holes in sf cc
For just one little b> o >'
Bv heaven's first law was kepi;
The brass was polisl.bright.
Each room was dusted will and swept;
It was a pleasant eight.
But now mud tracks are on the floor.
And with them many a toy.
And fingermarks upon the door
Tell of one little boy.
Once quiet reigned, or silvery sounds
Of music filled the air.
Now tramp of many feel resounds.
And. clanging up the stair.
March martial hands, with fife and drum.
All flushed with pride and joy.
Behold! at. "double quick’’ they conic,
Led by one little boy.
Time was 1 pondered Browning's verse
And Walter I’ater read;
Of Ibsen 1 could once converse,
But now —a tired head
Is cuddled close at “story time’’
When evening shadows fall.
Andi am wise in nursery rhyme
And fable, that is all.
Once, when,!- tucked him into bed.
He hugged me tight, and then:
“What would you sell tne for?’’ he said;
I kissed him once again
And answered: "Not for diamonds, pearls,
Nor gold without alloy.
Nor all the wealth of all the worlds
Would buy one little boy.”
—May Ellis Nichols, in Good Housekeeping.
H,w to l-asso,
Frank Chamberlain, the “champion
lassoer of America,” lias arrived at
Chicago from the plains. He has given
an exhlliit-ion of his skill with the la
riat and described the art of throwing
it in tile Chicago Inter-Ocean.
"A mistaken impression prevails in
the mind of tho public in regard to the
manner in which a lasso is handled.”
, THROWING A LARIAT.
says this expert. “The idea that the
loop is always swung around the head
before making a cast, especially when
the roper is on foot, is erroneous. No
man of experience over makes a oast
in this fashion from the ground, in
practical work. There are several rea
sons why ho does not. One of them is
that the movement is likely to frighten
the stock, especially horses: another
that, he may have to wait some min
utes before a favorable opportunity
occurs for making a oast. Ho knows
that bettor results are obtained by
holding the rope as unobtrusively as
possible, even keeping it concealed
from the object of capture.
"On the contrary, however, when
mounted and in pursuit, it is.absolute
ly necessary lo swing the loop over
and around the head, for the cast
must he made with the greatest pos
sible force. In order to overcome not
only the forward movement of the
pursued, but also the action of the
wind, should that chance he against
you.
"As to the manner of casting, some
‘ropers’ cast with a quick, jerky move
ment of the hand, seeming to use the
arm very little and tile body not at all.
Others employ body, arm and hand.
Both methods are effective when per
fected by practice.
“Branding on the unfeneed range is
a task that never ends. There are
constantly being discovered animals
that have been missed at the regular
round-up, and these, wherever found,
are immediately roped, thrown and
‘burned.’ At every turn and In every
phase of his work the cowboy has
need of his rope. It is brought into
play in catching fresh mounts for the
men, for no horse is kept under saddle
more than a few hours at a time. If,
as not infrequently happens, a steer
strays into a quicksand, or mires in a
bog. the lasso is thrown about, his
horns and he is speedily extricated.
“When the mess wagon needs a lift
up a bill or assistance iri crossing miry
bottom land, the man with the rope is
at hand to render aid. Wood must lie
brought for the camp fire. The eow-
Jioy attaches one end of his lariat to
the log of his desire, securing it by
any number of 'throws’ or ‘hitches.’
takes a snub on his saddlehorn, and
the well-trained, willing pony does the
rest.” „
li'oni it aiiTU
u direct, 1 ground, in
the year named Branca
made another toy a, wheel
was turned by a jet of steifin directed
bkanca’s stkam engine.
against paddles in its rim after the
principle of a water wheel. This mode
of using steam to turn wheels was
somewhat lost sight of when the cy
linder type of engine proved so suc
cessful. but within the last few years
it lms, again received attention from
inventors under the name of "the tur
bine principle.”
It is found that a wheel fitted with
hundreds of little paddles and Inclosed
in a cylinder can lie driven at higher
speed with less steam than any other
form of engine. A British torpedo
boat destroyer has been made to cover
nearly thirty-three knots an hour un
der its power, and the rapidly revolv
ing turbine makes it possible to aim
guns at this speed, for the thumping
of the old cylinder engine is done
away with. At a recent meeting of
the American Society of Mechanical
Engineers great attention was given
to the turbine, according to the Scien
tific American. Papers were read
showing that turbines were success
fully running machinery at high
speed with less steam, coal and water,
that they oecttpied less space, gave
imme power, cost less, weighed less and
needed fewer repairs than any other
steam engine known, and that they
promise to dcv.elop into the ideal en
gine—or, as engineers call it, “the
thermodynamic machine that is ap
proximated in a motor in which adia
batic expansion is secured aml friction
and heat waste made sources of com
paratively small loss.”
Trick With a Pair of Scissors.
If Alexander the Great, were asked
to free this pair of scissors tied to the
back of a chair without untying the
cords, lie would perhaps draw his
sword and cut Ihe cords with one
blow. We will show him.how (lie trick
can he done without force, as follows:
&
Take hold of the cord at A. pull it
through the handle B, and carry it
over the points of the scissors, follow
ing the dotted lines. This will free
the scissors without breaking the cord.
—New York Tribune.
Women’s Troubles.
Women have twice as many troubles
as men, for they have twice as many
clothes.—New York News.
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tired :;n,l impomnle^H
Hffewater aquarium in Florida.
w With no little difficulty, says Mrt
Holder, we caught the nurse, towed it
to thje aquarium, which was an in
closed moat half a mile long, fifty feet
wide and from six to eight feet deep.
It required a dozen or more men to
haul the fish which was eleven feet in
length, over the little tide gate, .lust
before it. was released a rope bridlq
was passed over it—a loop fhat.fitted
over the head and was tightened just
behind the fins, so that it remained in
place, a perfect saddle girth. To this a
rope about ten feet long was attached,
and in turn made last to a float. All
this was prepared in advance, am? it
did not require much time to attach it,
though the plunges of the shark
knocked several men from their feet.
Finally all was ready, and the shark
was rolled over into the mbat, where
if went dashing away, the telltale float
following at the surface.
For some time we had been building
a boat which was to be the carriage of
this stood. The masons had given to
us the frame of a great brick arch upon
upon which they were working. This
resembled a scow with square ends.
It was a perfect skid', except that the
planks were an inch apart, but we
filled these crevices and calked it with
oakum. The day before the shark
was caught the boat was launched and
tested, and it was found that it would
hold three boys, two on a lower scat
and one on the box seat of the coach.
The "shark ride" was looked forward
to with the greatest interest.
Finally the day arrived, and very
early, while the great tropical sun was
creeping up through the vermilion
clouds, we made our way around the
wall and to our marine carriage.
Being the originator of the scheme, the
privilege of the box seat was awarded
to me. Literally, this seat was a box—
a discarded cracker box. My two com
panions sat upon a hoard in the stern
to balance the skill'. We were soon in
place, and, sitting on the box, I care
fully paddled the little craft out from
the tide gate and began the search
for ottr steed. I paddled down one side
of the great wall, keeping perfectly
quiet as every quick movement threat
ened ns with a capsize.
Presently we saw the float lying mo
tionless on Ihe water near the wall.
Tlfo shark was undoubtedly asleep,
little suspecting the rude awakening
that was in store for him. I now
handed the paddles to one of the boys
behind me and took In hand our paint
er, the rope fastened to the boat, and
it. was now my business to secure this
to the float and lo arouse the shark.
One of my companions paddled gen
tly and the flat-bottomed boat slowly
drifted on. Leaning forward I (licked
up the float and quickly ran the pointer
through a hole that had been left in
the float for the purpose, and fastened
it with a bowline knot. When this was
done I hauled in the slack and gently
pulled the rein, while one of the hoys
“clucked” at the shark, and the other
said “Gedap!” No response. Then I
gave another jerk at the line, and the
shark woke up.
I have often read of boys who awake
at sunrise and hound out of bed with a
single leap, and have always thought
that such sudden awakening could be
true only in books. Blit that was ex
actly bow this shark woke. It fairly
leaped out of a sound sleep and jerked
the skiff ahead so violently that the
box seat upset and I fell backward
upon my companions. This upset was
certainly not a dig'nified beginning, and
1 heard a roar of langMer from some
fun-loving lookersou.
The shark, now feeling the rope,
dashed along at a rapid pace, making
it extremely difficult for us to retain
our places, but my companions aided
me. Carefully raising me they righted
the box. I secured the painter and
held the single rein in triumph. It
was a signal success. We had har
nessed the shark, and were moving at
a.rafcc that was wildly exciting. The
speed was so great that the boat was
pulled almost bow under, and a wave
of foam preceded us. The boys hold
on tightly, but occasionally raised one
hand and cheered when a head ap
peared at a porthole of the fort.
A Boy Hero.
At Sellwood, near Portland, Ore.,
♦here was recently unveiled a monu
ment to Arthur Yenville, a lad who
lies in an unknown grave in the Phil
ippine Islands. Yenville was born in
England, hut was brought to this
country at the age of ten months.
When he was only seven years old his
father died, charging the child with his
last breath, almost, “to take care of the
mother and sisters.” The little fellow
promised.
He was a quiet boy, of studious hab
its. He liked to go to school, and lie
wanted to go to college, but he had to
take a place in a shop to help support
the family. In 1897 his health be-
S'an to fall ad lie enlisted as an ap
prentice in the navy, still giving his
people wages. The other fellows
called him a “girl sailor,” he told ir*.
mother when he came home on a fur
lough a year later.
Venville was on the gunboat York
toWn in 1899. She went to the Philip
pines, and in April was sent to Baler
'Bay to rescue some Spanish prisoners.
The young apprentice was one of the
party of seventeen which under com
mand of Lieutenant Gillmore was sent
ashore to reconnoitre.
As the crowded launch approached
the silent shore there suddenly hurst
1 irenfi<
bullet went through the flesh of his
neck.
“ 'Mr. Gillmore, I'm hit.’ he said. But
he continued working at the rifle.
“A second shot plowed through the
boy’s breast and came out in his arm
pit.
“ ‘l’m hit again. Mr. Gillmore.’
"He was still trying to pull out the
jammed clip when a ball cut a furrow
in the left, side of his head.
" ‘Mr. Gillmore,they’ve hit me again!’
"He wiped tlie blood from his brown
eyes with his coat sleeve and then re
turned to his task as calmly as if It
w'ere only a mosquito that had stung
Him. It was not three minutes until
a ball crashed into his ankle, inflicting
a painful hurt. There was just a slight
quiver in the lad’s voice as he looked
up to me and said:
" ‘Mr. Gillmore. I’m hit once more,
but I've fixed the gun, sir.’ "
One wishes this true talc might have
ended, as stories do. with the hero's
recovery and return, but when flic
other survivors of Lieutenant Gill
more's party were taken into the inter
rior, Venville, being unable to travel,
was left behind, and some time later
he was killed by the order of an insur
gent general. Yet his eighteen years,
few though they were, had been spent
to some purpose. The monument
stands a fair and stately symbol of the
boy's life.
The One Time He Felt Fear.
“Fear is an awful thing,” said n
young man who figured in several of
the Philippine raids, “and while l have
been frightened on many occasions, I
really never had a genuine feeling of
fear hut once, and that was while I
was in the war with the fellows in the
Philippines. I never knew what font
was before that expedience. At the time
of my first and last experience of fear
we were about fifteen miles from Ma
nila. During the day wo had a rather
rough tilt with the natives. The men
were worn out. They had been heat
ing down bushes, wading through
marshes, cutting and shooting and
slashing from sunrise to sunset, and
these experiences left the men in a bad
ly worn condition. Their minds were
feverish. I know that my mind was
feverish, and under more happy cir
cumstances 1 would have felt some un
easiness. It fell my lot to stand guard
as an outpost, and I was fifty or a hun
dred yards from any other soldier, up
to my neck in the hushes, engulfed in
the fog of Philippine marshes on one
of the blackest nights I ever saw. It
had been raining and the leaves and
undergrowth were watersoaked. On
nearly a direct line with me were a
number of comrades on outpost duty,
but they could not he reached by my
voice. Behind me were the squads,
platoons and then the companies of the
regiment, spaced according to the reg
ulations. and in front of me, driven
back into the thick undergrowth into
places of concealment, were the fel
lows we had fought all during the day.
They knew the country. 1 did not.
They knew exactly where to find me.
I knew they were hiding somewhere
near my post. I never had such a mis
erable feeling in all lily life. It was
dark, thickly, heavily dark. I could
see nothing. I could only tell the
earth was beneath me by feeling with
my feet, and sometimes when I would
hear a popping sound as if made by tike
fall of a foot, or a crack as if some
brittle piece of undergrowth had
snapped under the enemy’s tread, or
the swish of a hnsli as if brushed aside
by some fellow who was slipping upon
me—when I hoard these tilings I would
almost fall to the ground In a lit of
wild delirium. I could not shoot, for if
I did 5000 men would lie immediately
called to my rescue. So there I stood,
right, in the home of the enemy, dread
ing and fearing until the very blood in
my arteries seemed to stop. And the
awful sounds! The popping, the crack
ing, the swishing, the breaking of brit
tle twigs and the swash as a Filipino’s
foot sunk in the soggy leaves' These
things nearly drove me mad. I know
now that I never heard all these
sounds. It was partly the work of a
feverish brain, partly the work of fear.
What sound I heard were caused by
water falling from tile leaves of trees,
and by hushes swinging back to their
normal places when relieved of the
heavy water covering. New Orleans
Times-Democrat.
AVulkeil With n Tlrtp**.
It is related of Sir Edward Bradford.
I lie Chief of Police Commissioner of
London, that he once walked arm in
arm, so to speak, with a tigress. He
was out shooting, and always a fear
less sportsman, had come to close quar
ters with his quarry. He fired, and
either the hall failed to take effect or
but slightly wounded the animal. She
sprang at him and seized his left arm
'above the elbow. The pain must have
been terrible, but Sir Edward kept cool,
and realizing that it would be death to
drag his mangled arm away and allow
her to spring afresh at him, he delib
erately walked a few agonizing paces
until his comrade was able to take aim
and kill the brute. Thus his courage
saved his life, though the amputation
of his arm at the shoulder proved
necessary.
Fifty per cent, of the felt boots mar
keted in the United States and Canada
are made in Grand Rapids, Mich.