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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