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SUNDAY MORNING.
aHU)SSN'i DEPARTMENT.
A Dandelion Story.
Out in the meadow, brown and bare.
Stood a dandelion, with snow white hair.
All his neighbors had gone to bed.
But he wasn’t sleepy, he proudly said.
I erhaps he'd sit up the v. inter through
lo play with the wind and the raindrops,
too.
Poor little foolish Dandy!
A frolicsome breeze came hurrying by
And cried, as the flower he chanced xo spy.
"why, my dear, it is late tor you!"
Then one long cold breath he blew.
And over the meadows brown and bare
bloated a cloud of snow-white hair.
Poor little foolish Dandy!
—San Francisco Chronicle.
A New Game of lfousebal).
The only thing necessary to play this
netv and fascinating game is a light
bounding rubber ball and a wall un
pierced by windows. Any number of
players can take part. As each one
"misses’ the next player takes his
or her place and so on, or each player
may be provided with a ball. All
starting at the same time, the player
who first fails to catch the ball, goes
to the foot of the line. The object of
the game, of course, is to see who can
stand at the head the longest.
Now stand any desired distance front
the wall.
First—Throw the ball against the
wall and catch it before It bounds.
Second—Throw the ball and before
it descends fling the right arm up and
touch quickly and lightly the right
shoulder.
Third—Do likewise with the loft
hand.
Fourth—Repeat with both hands to
gether.
Fifth—Bring both arms together in
front on a level with the shoulders,
clap the hands smartly together and
fling the arms back wide apart, bring
ing them forward again immediately,
again catching tlic ball.
Sixth —Throw the ball up. Putting
HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT PUZZLE PICTURE.
This is tli. 1 man all tattered and torn.
That kissed the maiden all lorlorn.
Find Jack and his dog.
entire "weight on the left foot, point
the right with toes turned downward
in front of the body—from the front
to the side, then back to position and
oateb the bail.
Seventh—l)o the same thing with the
left foot.
Eighth—Lift both arms on a level
with the shoulders, paints turned up.
turn palms down, bring arms to the
side and then catch the ball.
Ninth—Stand with the arms at the
sides. Before the bail descends place
the hands on the hips with the thumbs
back, then quickly bring them forward
and catch the ball.
Tenth—As the ball comes toward
you, bat it back with the palm of the
hand and catch it on the rebound.
You will find if you stand a little
heavier on your left foot than on your
right, the right slightly in advance ok
the left, your shoulders wide apart an<B
chin and eyes slightly raised, that this
will give your body an easy jioise and
you will have more control over the
various motions and be more easily
able to finish the movements in time
to catch the ball before it descends.
Dry Water.
A ring or coin is thrown into a basin
filled with water; the performer an
nounces that he will take the article
out of the water without wetting his
hand.
Solution; Get a few cents’ worth of
lycopodium powder and strew it over
the surface of the water. The hand
when being immerged will have to go
through the layer of powder. Tile
powder clinging to the band forms a
sort of water-tight covering. As the
powder is invisible at some distance,
the performer can show Ills baud with
out fear of detection: the hand holding
the object taken from the water will
be absolutely dry.
This trick, if done with some clever
ness, will not fail to bo successful and
entertaining.—New York Tribune.
A Tail: iu Lifting.
Show live pieces of straw or live thin
sticks of'wood and a eoiu. and ask the
audience to try and lift them together
in such a way that the performer holds
only one of the pieces of straw or wood
in his ham).
A Gentle ltehuke.
It Is said of a gentle old Quakeress,
who Is blessed with seventeen grand
children of various sizes and different
disposition, that no one else iu the
family can administer a needed rebuke
with the tact and wit which site dis
plays, and that her words have seldom
been known to give offense, says the
Youth’s Companion,
One of the youngest grandchildren is
a boy of eight, who is possessed of a
quick and retentive memory. Not long
! ago he was dilating upon this fact to
his grandmother.
“ "l'tsn’t only in school 1 can remem
ber things,’ he said, proudly "It's
everywhere. I remember dates and
names, and places where people live,
and signs and placards, aud all sorts
of things. And in Sunday-school 1 al
ways know the whole lesson by heart.”.
"That’s an excellent thing, dear
child," said the grandmother, placidly.
•‘Bid thee ever happen to learn the
I second verse of the twenty-seventh
! chapter of Proverbs?"
| "No, grandma,” said the little boy.
I -1 haven’t learned any proverbs yet,
j tmt I'll learn it to-night. It won’t be
| anything to do, because I remember so
i easily.”
But that night his cheeks were redder
than usual as be read over and over;
•’Let another man praise thee, and not
thine own mouth; a stranger, and not
thine own lips.”
Thought Wool Came From Wolf.
The ineiiag?rie of tin* tenement liou.o
[child is populated mostly with mythi
cal animals. Cats, dogs and itinerant
I goats are the only authentic specimens
of the four footed race lie knows.
Therefore, be summons bis imagina
tion to supply the defects of knowl
edge, and the result is sometimes sur
prising. An example of this occurred
some time ago in a kinderg.yteu at
the West Side Branch of the University
Settlement.
Little Fabio, a bright little Italian
boy, came rushing into the classroom
fairly beaming with joy.
“I got wool gloves," It" announced
proudly producing from a ragged pock
et a diminutive pair of red mittens,
which he exhibited to his admiring
friends.
"Fabio," said the teacher, after the
first burst of envy bad subsided. ‘‘l
wonder if you can tell where that soft
wool comes from?”
Fabio paused a moment and wrinkled
his brow in deep thought.
‘‘l know!” he exclaimed suddenly, a
wave of inspiration passing over his
countenance. “Wool comes from the
wolf, of course.”—New York Tribune.
No fewer than 587 languages are
spoken in Europe. _______ __
THE BRUNSWICK DAILY NEWS.
pkick 0
'Tfldlfenture.
A .Boer Heroiue.
THE party of Boers who have
come to England with the
generals include many who
haw bad exciting experiences
during the war. In talking to them
you realize that it has been quite as
much a woman’s war as a men’s on
the side of the Boers. Perhaps, indeed,
the most permanent fact that will sur
vive in history will bo the part that has
been played by the women. Take the
case of Mrs. IK> Da Bey. She has been
actually "in the Held" for eighteen
months. She does not look like it. She
just looks a kindly middle-aged mother
of a family who has lived quiet all her
life.
It all arose iu this way. In the
course of •‘guerrilla" war General Do
Da Bey would occasionally come and
visit his wife in a manner that per
plexed and annoyed General Mctlnten
perhaps more than anything else hap
pening in the war. It certainly must
have been annoying, but perhaps the
best plan would have been to have
grinned and borne it. Unhappily, this
was not the rule with the British gen
eral when he found himself crossed by
Boer women. It was intimated to Mrs.
Be Da Bey that she must pledge her
self not. to give lodgings to her hus
band. Now, Mrs. Do Da Key is a
plucky womuii and a devoted wife.
She refused. "As long as I live.” sin l
replied. "1 shall give lodgings to my
luisbaud when he comes to me."
"Very well, then.” Lord Methuen inti
mated. "you must go into camp.” But
Mrs. Do Da Bey refused to go into the
camp. "Give me a wagon.” she said,
“and 1 will go and shift for myself."
So they gave her a wagon, and they
asked her where she was going. "Into
the wide world,” she said, and she
went.
That was at the end of the year 1000.
and from that time until the end of
the war Mrs. Do Da Bey wandered
about the veldt, now sleeping in one
plaee, now in another, always on the
eve of being captured, sometimes es
caping by the barest, interval of time
from the pursuing columns. She car
ried her children with her in the wagon
and cooking utensils sufficient to live a
tolerable life. The plucky lady occa
sionally found a house where she could
spend a night or two, but for the most
part site was perpetually on the move,
and perpetually keeping her weather
eye open for the pursuing columns.
Every now and then General Be Da
Key would visit her, anil on one occa
sion be came to her sick, and she
nursed him. But while lie was lying
sick in the farmhouse the columns
came upon them. General Be Da Bey
leaped out of tied, and, with the help of
a small command of men with him,
fought off the attack and succeeded In
escaping. On another occasion Mrs.
Be La Key prove;! more clever than
her husband. lie was proposing to rest,
a night in a farmhouse, but she did not
like the look of if. Her military eye
seemed to see danger. So slic per
suaded her luisbaud to move. II was
fortunate that she did so, as the enemy
came to that farmhouse immediately
when they had left. Mrs. Be Da Key
was wandering in this manner when
she heard that her husband had rap
tured Dol'd Methuen. At first site
would not believe it. but when she
found it was true she made her way to
her husband's laager. She said she
wanted to see Lord .Methuen and have
a talk with him. She took with her a
fowl and some provisions as a present.
Dol'd Methuen consented to see her,
and was obliged to tell her that he had
destroyed her house. Mrs. Be Da Key
must have got some Christian consola
tion after presenting him with the
fowl and helping to nurse him.
Then came the question what Be Da
Key should do with his prisoner. The
young Boers were all against giving
him up, because lie had treated Mrs,
Be Da Key in a manner they did not
approve of. But General Be Da Key
and his wife took a larger view.
“What can we do with him.” they
asked, “if we keep him? If he goes
with ns he will probably die on one of
our treks, and then his blood will be
put to our charge. Better lie generous
and hand him back.” The general had
some difficulty with his men. but at hist
persuaded them. And so General and
Mrs. Be La Key performed an act of
high generosity, which was nrobably
the strongest inttueneo in bringing the
war to an end. But it seems to us that
the generosity of Mrs. Be Da Key was
even greater than that of the general.
Certainly in her eighteen months’ enm
paign she showed quite as miteli strat
egy ns any of the Boer generals in es
caping. What a pity it is that this tale
of woman’s heroism cannot be fully
told, and that we cannot place it in his
tory as a pendant to the wanderings of
Be Wet.—London Daily News.
“Gurclle” Got tin Cots.
“Gtrnlie ’ has not been quite fairly
lealt with by history. The name is sel
dom heard nowadays, hut it belonged
to an energetic, brave woman, who in
Revolutionary times had the applause
of her country for cleverly outwitting
a part of the British army.
“Gurdie” lived at Union. N. J*. in
those days a place aspiring to be the
capital of the State. One finds it to
day fast asleep, away from railroads
and even trolley ears. Her husband
was known either as the man with the
stovepipe hot. a mark of aristocracy
then out of the ordinary, or as the man
with the stumbling tongue. His most
salient characteristic was his admira
tion for Gurdie.
When the British came up the little
•kvation known as "the hill” at Union
and entered the precincts of the sacred
First Presbyterian Clntrch, taking the
hymn books and Bibles from the pews
and ruthlessly tearing them to use as
wadding for their gnus, it was Guvjpfe
who boldly spoke up and asked: “Is
that the way you’re going to give us
Waits and the Bible?”
The fight which followed was stiff
and long. The power of the young
American cannon, placed nearly oppo
site the church was taxed to its utmost.
To-day any one passing the spot can
see this cannon preserved as a relie
where it then stood, looking the very
baby it is in the face of modern war
fare. The enemy proved overstrong,
but winning men must eat. and of the
rich farms then lying about Union
tfnjt].u:s A’aii.u ot A’lavm a.tont o.i,m nuon
than that of Gurdie and her spouse.
One of this stalwart woman’s strong
points was her excellent housekeeping.
Near her great brick oven stood al
ways a huge pot of Indigo ready to dye
the wool front the shorn sheep. Clean,
smooth and in order, the loom also
awaited her pleasure at weaving. Her
water, from "the north side of the
well” was cooler than could be bad
elsewhere. Her cream invariably
turned to butter. Gurdie could smooth
out most folks’ wrinkles.
When tlu‘ muddy, swaggering feet of
the British despoiled her polished floors
she made it understood that they
should rest.in the cellar, where homo
made wine was in casks, until she had
prepared their meal. Lending to this
place was a narrow flight of steps and
an old-fashioned trapdoor. It was,
however, light and spacious, and the
men cracked many a joke over their en
tertainment.
At last Gurdie called to them that
their supper was ready. “Leave your
gluts stacked in the cellar,” she said:
“there’s no room for them above.”
This they did and came tumbling up
the stairs. Gurdie (lien closed the trait
door with a spring, which only she
knew. The men. suspecting nothing,
fell eagerly to eating. To her stutter
ing husband outside the window she
quickly passed the word, and thus it
short while later a goodly number of
unarmed men were carried off as pris
oners by the American boys'
Tile signal which her husband gave
about (lie town as he passed from man
to mail, and which has come to us
through history, was simply the record
of bis clever wife’s deed. "B-Gur-Giir-
Gurdic’s g-g-got tli-th tiie git-gu-guns."
Washington Star.
Hanged, ltut Still Live*.
The action of the Supreme Court itt
sending the ease of murderer James
Hamilton back to Butler County for a
new trial has a peculiar interest from
the fact that Hamilton was hanged by
the neck through a space of more than
one hour and yet lived to describe the
frightful sensation which lie under
went while swinging at the end of a
rope. In the spring of 1900 Hamilton
killed George ,T. Webb, liis boss, while
working on a railroad not far from Eu
reka. The men had quarreled and
Hamilton seized an axe and split
Webb’s head, causing instant death.
He was captured by the other laborers
ami strung up to a tree. The men were
riot expert in tying the hangman’s knot,
however, and the rope did not com
press Hamilton's neck tight enough to
entirely shut off his breath.
After lie had hung for more than an
hour a farmer who chanced to he pass
ing cut. him down, hut, the men who
had been watching from a little dis
tance at, once closed in and prepared to
hang him again. And then followed a
strange yet Inspiring thing. The farm
er stood over the body of the uncon
scious man and pleaded with the mob
to let the law take Its course. Little
by little he won them over, until at last
they consented to take Hamilton to El
Dorado and turn him over to the au
thorities. He was tried, convicted and
sentenced to twenty-one years in the
penitentiary. His attorney appealed
tiie ease to the Supreme Court on a
technicality. In the trial he had asked
certain of the witnesses if they had not
taken part ill the hanging. The county
attorney objected to this question, and
the court ruled it out. The Supreme
Court decided that the question was
proper, and sent tiie ease back for a
new trial.—Kansas City Journal.
>To uit tit in Climber’ll U raver 3’.
Sidney Cowan, a young man from
Nashville, is receiving unstinted praise
for Ids bravery in a mountain climbing
accident at Forest Point, T’enn.
Miss Vinnic Tucker, a prominent
young woman of Dec-herd and one of
a party on a mountain trip, stepped
over a cliff and Cowan sprang to her
rescue. He caught her, hut too into to
prevent her fall, being dragged over
the edge of the precipice, the two going
down together and landing on the in
cline. thirty-five or forty feet below.
Though Cowan was badly shaken up
he was conscious, and, as his body
rolled down the ledge it caught on a
bush, which stayed Ids progress. Miss
Tucker, cut and bleeding, was falling
in the path he had come. As she
passed he caught and held her, their
i (light ending three feet from the edge
of a 300-foot drop. To have gone over
would have meant instant death.
Their companions organized a rescue
party and descended to the ledge by a
narrow, circuitous path. Cowan was
found clutching the girl’s clothing in
one hand and a clump of bushes in the
other. Miss Tucker was insensible.
Fame.
The French Government has decided
io install in the Pantheon. Paris, the
famous pendulum by which Foueaukl,
in 1857, demonstrated the roation of
the earth.
Oli, Tliefce Women.
The quickest way for one woman to
get into another woman's favor is to
appear to be jealous of her.—New York
* News.
Jobs That Are Easy
Not Worth While
By President Roosevelt.
IN this life, as a rule, the job that is easy to do is not very well
m worth while doing. Now, let each man here look back in his life
0 aud think what it is that he is proud of in it—what part of it he is
0 * glad to hand on as a memory to bis sons and daughters. Is it
etCQ£>&s his hours of ease? No, not a bit. It is the memory of his success,
of triumph, and the triumph and the success could only come through
work [applause], tiie rough effort.
Is not that true? Det each one think for himself, look back in your ca
reers and if you have not got it in you to feel most proud ol' the time when
you worked I think but little of you. [Daughter and applause.] Who are
.lie heroes of this nation? Who are the two men that you think of at once?
Washington and Lincoln. [Applause.] Each one of them all his days worked
ior himself uml worked for others; one faced death on a score of stricken
fields, and one met it at the hands of an assassin for the country’s sake.
They are the men whom Americans delight to honor—they and those like
them. There has never yet been a man iu our history who led a life of ease
whose name is worth remembering.
Now understand me. Make holidays. I believe in holidays. I believe in
play and in playing bard while you play, but don't make a business of it.
[Daughter and applause.] Do your work aud do it up to the handle, and
then play when you have got time to play.
j£?
Mow Much Debt
Should a Farmer Carry?
By E. L. Vincent.
@FTEN the question is asked: “How much ought a man to go
in debt for a farm?” Aud sometimes men who have a fancy
that they would like to become farmers write to the editor
of some agricultural paper asking his advice on the subject.
Now, no man can intelligently answer such a question, arty
more than he could tell the inquirer how much dinner he
ought fo eat or how many hours he should sleep. Every
thing depends ou the ntan. One man might go into debt for
his farm, stock, tools, and all the needed equipments of a
first class farm and be able to work out. ail right, while another would surely
run tin' risk of making a total failure were he to undertake such a thing.
It is impossible to lay down any hard and fast lines for men to go by in
this matter, hut one thing is certain—unless a man has some knowledge ot
farming and lias had some experience in practical economy ho never should
think of going into debt for a farm at all. It Is easy to incur debt. There
are plenty of men who can get the money to buy a farm. The next thing is
to work out the problem. It is important that a man love the farm; tlipt. bin
wife does also; that he has good health; that lie is used to practicing economy
in his expenditures, and that he has a stick-to-it-iveness which will laugh at
the thousand and one drawbacks he will be sure to meet. If be can meet
these requirements and lias had some knowledge of what farming means lie
may with some degree of safety go in debt for part payment of a farm.
Otherwise, he might better stay where is is.
Poverty ad Sorrow vs.
Prosperity and Happiness
By N. E. Badgley.
lULE Mr. .lay Coolie’s views upon labor and capital are
■•gyibioygifoy- about all that one should expect from a capitalistic point
lb, of reasoning, they are very far from being equitable to all
Parlies concerned. He states that. “Rockefeller's money is
sjto HU fcSijs all here,’’ and that “Morgan won’t cat his millions.” From
whence came these hundreds of millions which are so un
>;;t*?Sv justly claimed by a few men as their own? Does not labor
produce all wealth and capital.? Is the individual capi
talization of a lialf-billion so essential to the common good that the millions
who labor to produce it should be kept on starvation wages from generation
to generation? The maudlin talk and brazen effrontery of those who intimate
that a common brotherhood could be established on such a tyrannical basis
ns 111 is only show their extreme cupidity and lack of intelligence concern
ing the laws of equity and the common needs of humanity In a civilized
country. Mr. Cooke unwittingly states that these many millions of wealth
will eventually return to (lie people! To this I say never; no, never, so
long as our present politico-economic methods are enforced. The demise of
these rich men will simply allow their immense fortunes to pass into the
possession of a few heirs, who will continue to rob the vast majority of ns,
and add to their wealth, millions upon millious, to gratify their unworthy
selfishness. Their sympathy for common humanity is about ns deep as
that of the slave holder, who sees his fortune only in the men that toil.
There is, however, a very reasonable and an equitable way of changing all
of this turmoil, poverty, and sorrow into one of cheerful Industry, general
prosperity, contentment and happiness. Any one with average intelligence
and a little reflection should know that a civilization producing no hotter
results for mankind than this we now have is far from being what it ought
to he and far from what it would be if we simply correct our four
greatest evils. These are ignorance, intemperance, concentrated wealth and
usury. These opposites are intelligence, temperance, distributive wealth and
low interest.
Is Man or Woman
the Social Arbiter?
By J. Saxe Du Bue.
< J ues, * on whether man shall resign to woman the initia-
UUUUUtJ tlve in making proposals of marriage is just now agitating
ITO r-put? the mind feminine and finding expression in the columns of
$22 I 22 tlle <lai, y press. The burden of their opinions is that women
$22 122 s l l all propose. But it so happens that they are not the arbi-
UuUUtJT? t(rs ot sucli matters, and that consequently the world will
UUTCTutJTU continue to wag along in the same old way and man continue
to propose while woman disposes still.
There is a feature of this discussion that is worth a passing notice, even
if the discussion itself is trivial and idle. It'is this*
While women may discuss such questions pro and con, man is tbe social
arbiter, aud upon him alone will depend the solution of this and similar
problems. Writing from the standpoint of a man, I hardly believe that
man’s mind is about to undergo such a revolution as to permit him to allow
woman to usurp this time-honored and reasonable prerogative.
Difficult as it may be for some men to screw their courage up to the
proposing pitch, once they conclude that the only bljss for them is the con
jugal bliss, they feel that it is a game worth many times the candle, aud
they will continue to hold it as one of their rights; and the woman who
preaches that woman should propose will find, probably to ber sorrow,
that she will not make a brilliant success if she endeavors to practice what
she preaches, and that, on the other hand, the preaching of such nonsense
puts her farther from being proposed to by tiie sort of man a woman might
desire to win than site ever was before.
What is so attractive in woman as a sweet, retiring disposition; one that
waits to be courted, one that keeps her lily sweetness to herself until she is
won by the attentions of some worthy man? Bo not men infinitely prefer
a woman with such a disposition to one who spots some man out for her
prey and then sets out to catch him?
Do we want a race in the future where the mau locks after the babies
and the household affairs while the wife goes to the club and loafs about
tbe hotel and such? Bo we want a race that is the incarnation of the funny
man’s idea of the new woman and her twentieth century "hubby?" Then,
give us women who propose and it will come to that.
On the other hand, if we want ways we can love, admire and respect;
wives who can rule as the presiding genius of the sacred precincts of the
lionse; wives who we can feel are to be protected front the cruelties of life;
wives who command all tlic gallantry and knightly devotion that are iu us,
let us still choose the dear mortal who disuses rather tliar. her sister who
insists on proposing.
OCTOBER 1