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Years ago, when Mr. Purdy heard
that the Crawfords, from his old
home in Maine, had become frontiers
men and had like himself settled in
lowa, he stuck a notice on his cabin
door to the effect that he had gone
visiting and would reiurn within a
couple of months, and started on
horseback to welcome the newcomers.
He enjoyed his visit, but fould his
former neighbors not disposed to
take seriously all his advice. When
he spoke of the ferocity of the wild
hogs that infested the country—
“pumpkin-seeds” they were called,
because of their tawny color and
conical forms—all the Crawfords
laughed. }
“Wolf, there, can take the higgest
razorback that ever squealed, and
put him out of business in no time!”’
Jim Crawford scoffed. Jim was
twenty years old.”
“Maybe so.”” mumbled the old man.
Then his eyes began to twinkle, and
he spoke again. ‘‘Along last fall,”
he said. “‘I heard a racket out in the
brush behind my cabin, and T went
out to look round. On the other side
of a clearing where I'd had potatoes,
I spotted a big black bear, standing
over a pumpkin-seed that he’d just
walloped the life out of. Next mo
ment another pig showed up—bhig
gest one I ever saw, he was, and it
seemed to me his ears were set dalf
way betwean his nose and the root
of his tail. Before I'd stood there
two minutes, twenty or thirty more
pumpkin-seeds had sneaked into the
clearing, and were looking kind of
doubtful at Mr. Bear.” ;
‘‘And then Mr. Bear got mad and
thrashed the whole outfit,” laughed
Mrs. Crawford. ‘Don’t tell us that
a bunch of scrawny pigs made a bear
run, Elijah Purdy.”
“They didn't make him run,”
agreed the trapper. ‘“‘They circled
round him, and then, all of a sud
den, bhear and pumpkin-sceds were
piled up ten deep. But it was all
over in a lew minutes; there wasn’t
anything left of the bear but a few
bits of fur and his bones, and those |
were polished pretty clean.”
This story roused in the settlers a
spirit of ridicule. They laughed at
Mr. Purdy's respect for wild hogs,
and Jim oifered to go out with a
club, accompanied by the great halif
mastiff dog called ‘‘Wolf,” and ex
terminate a drove of the animals.
A few days later Mr. Purdy and
Jim started down the Maquoketa |
River beyond what is now the town
of Hopington. They were armed
with heavy, long-barreled shotguns,
that took eight drams of powder for
cach barrel, and that were powerful’
encugh to kill a fox or wild turkey
at shotgun range; also they were
accompanied by Wolf.. Buddy, an
English bulldog who had been given
to the Crawfords by some east-bound
rovers, was to be unchained as soon |
as Wolf was gone—for the bulldog
and the half-mastiff were never al
dowed to run at the same time. Thus
‘Mrs. Crawford would have the com
-panionship and protection of Buddy
avhile the other dog was away.
Unfortunatley for this plan, before '
-the hunters had tramped two miles |
Jim discovered the white bulldog:
.skulking a few rods behind. ]
¢ “Confound the dog!” said Jim. |
“*‘Father won’t be home till night and |
mother will be nervous without a!
living thing for company. We’ll have
to lead Buddy to keep him and Wolf
from fighting, too.”
The bulldog was secured by a
strap Jim had worn about his waist, |
antl so leashed, trotted amiably a.t‘
his master’s side. Occasionally he
wrinkled his nose at Wolf, but it was l
easy to keep the enemies apart. |
Game was scarce: Mr. Pm‘dyl
dropped a goose as it rose, flopping,
from a side current in the river, and
Wolf killed a woodchuck. Aside from
this, they had seen nothing when
they stopped to eat dinner near a|
marshy stream that emptied into thel
Maguoketa. - ‘
“Looks as if I wasn't going to get |
anything!” Jim grumbled. *“I say,
Mr. Purdy, what do you suppose
Wolf is after?” l
The men turned and stared into
the brush-filled bed of the little.
stream, which had been behind them
as they ate. Then, at sight of an
animal which broke from the cover of
the slough, Mr. Purdy jumped to his
feet.
#@all off that dog!” he icried.
" “He's chasing a young pumpkin-seed, i
and there’ll be a whole swarm afteri
him and us if he hurts the brute.”
But even if Jim had wanted to
call his dog, he could not have done
so. Wolf was hardly a rod behind
the pig when it ran from the brush,
and in a dozen leaps he had over
taken and killed his victim.
“That shows what a pumpkin-seed
amounts to with Wolf,” Jim boasted.
Mr. «Purdy was staring into the
brush. For a few moments after
the pig's squeals had ceased he stood
listening and watching. Then he
pointed up the creek.
“See there!” heexclaimed. “There’s
the first one! There’ll be plenty
more in a minute. Call this dog, if
he’ll come.! We can get out on this
tree that slopes over the river.”
Awed by the fear that showed on
the trapper’s face, Jim called fran
tically to the mastiff and began drag
ging Buddy toward the tree by the
river. Buddy saw Wolf worrying
the body of the little pumpkin-seed,
and hung back, growling and trying
to brea away. Mr. Purdy urged
Jim to loose the dog, but this the
young man was unwilling to do. In
! ;m&,fl‘;‘f;’f’ d, he crught the bulldog by the
‘collar and dragged him to the foot
of the tree. PR i
At this point he paused to look
back. Fifteen or twenty pigs had
appeared—great tawny beasts, with
long legs and lean sides, looking, in
deed, more like wolves than like
pigs.
*See how they keep the little ones
behind,” said Mr. Purdy.
The drove had formed a crescent,
which advanced with its hollow side
toward Wolf. The dog stood menac
ing them with bared teeth; but that
even he was frightened was apparent
from his taking the defensive. Sud
denly the foaming, rabid animals that
formed the horns of the half-moon
closed in behind the dog, and with
squeals of rage threw themselves
upon him.
“Come up here!” commanded the
trapper, grasping Jim's shoulder and
whirling him toward the tree. ‘lt’ll
be our turn next.”
Probably Jim saw the mneed of
| flight. His face was as white as his
companion’s as he clambered out
along the sloping trunk of the bass
wood to a place where he could steady
himself and Buddy by throwing one
arm round a branch. When he
looked toward the pumpkin-seeds,
Wolf had disappeared, and the brutes
were tearing something that might
have been an empty sack, or even a
pile of leaves.
Afterward they came in a ramb
ling line toward the tree where the
men had found shelter. At its base
they paused and stared up, their
little eyes shining red and green
as the lust for blood surged through
their dwarfed brains. Jim raised
both hammers of his big shotgun
and planted its stock against his
shoulder.
“Now,” he muttered, *“I'll put
some of you where you won’t kill
any more dogs!” .
Probably he would have done so
had not Mr. Purdy grasped the bar
rel of the gun and held it toward the
water., ‘lf you shoot one of them,
they’ll stay here till we starve and
drop out of the tree,”” he said. “Wait.
They’ll keep us here long encugh,
anyhow.”’
The pigs might have been forgot
ten their grievance if they had not
seen Buddy. But at sight of his
square, muscular body, quivering
with eagerness to get down and set
tle in his own fashion the matter of
the right of way, they bristled and
squealed with renewed anger. |
Mr. Purdy glanced toward the end
branch of the basswood. ‘“Can’t get }
farther out,” said he. ‘‘There you |
come! I knew you'd do it!” ‘
A hog, whose long, shark-like muz-~
zle was lathered with foam, had run
up the trunk, but had slipped and
fallen. As he splashed into the
swirling water, bobbed under for a
‘moment, and then reappeared. to set
out clumsily for the other side, the
rest of the drove edged away from
the steep. bank. For a while they
stood champing their jaws and peer
ing up info the tree: and at sight of ‘
their hideous faces Mr. Purdy shiv
ered and edged out on his branch,
while Jim stood sullenly and defied
them with hot eyes. Then, just as
the old man’s fingers were working
nervously at the hammers of his gun
a pumpkin-seed ran straight for the
foot of the tree and ran up its
rough, scored trunk.
‘“Knock him off with your gun!’”
shouted the trapper. !
But the pig was too close for such
tactics. Indeed, so rapid had bheen
his charge that he was already within
reach of Buddy, at whom he snapped
with a quick, snarling lunge. At the |
same instant Buddy closed his teeth !
on the fleshy nose of the pumpkin-’
seed. There was a piercing saueal
as the animal tried to free himself,
and after a short struggle, dog and
hog dropped from the tree. |
“That critter’'ll remember the last
time he tackled Buddy!” Jim shout
ed, forgetting his peril in joy at the
pig's dilemma. |
When the combatants came to the |
‘surface, Buddy was still holding his
}enemy by the nose. Even the shock
LOE cold water had failed to loosen
‘ his grip, and as the two floated away,
the dog, at least, seemed happy. The
other pigs trotted along the bank,
but evidently were unwilling to
lplunge into the water for the sake
of helping their companion.
) *Now’s our chance!” Mr. Purdy
| said, excitedly, as he savw the drove
| sweep into the brush of the intersect
ling creek. ‘‘They’ll follow till Bud
|dy and his friend drown or float
iashore. Let’s run for it.> They
scrambled down, and in five minutes
had covered so much country that
they felt safe in slowing to a walk.
Two hours later they reached the
‘Crawford homestead; and while they
were eating supper, rejoicing because
they bad not shared the fate of Wolf
and Buddy, and mourning because
i two good dogs had been killed, some
thing scratched at the door, and suc
ceeded in forcing it open. It was
Buddy, wet, footsore and cut about
the head and muzzie, but happy.
It was impossible to learn how he
had escaped, although Mr. Purdy
suggested that he might have clung
to the pumpkin-seed until the latter
went down, and then floated ashore
across from the drove. Even to satis
fy their hatred, the pumpkin-seeds
would hardly have tried to swim after
him. Like their cousins of the farm
yard, these wild hogs were not fond
iOI swimming.—Ycuth's Companion,
‘ A Reasonable Precaution.
“In order to be a regular optimist,”
| said Uncle Eben, “it's a good idea to
tstuht out wif you arrangements all
imade foh *three square meals a day
{an’ de parment of de rent.”—W.ashs
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The Government of Spain has just
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over tie country.
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! The Bravest Woman.
1 America's bravest woman, iu the
| opinion of the Society of the Ameri
| can Cross of Honor, is Ida Lewis
| Wilson, keeper of the Lime Rock
| lighthouse, oft Newport, R. 1.. “Mis
| tress Wilson,” as the sailors call her,
| is declared by the society to have
| “rendered greater service tending to
| ward the saving of life than any
| other woman of the country.” 'l‘he}
| society has therefore awarded her
| a cross of honor. Mrs. Wilson is‘
| better known as Ida T.ewis, who yvears
ago gained a world-wide celehrity‘
! through her many heroic rescues ofi
drowning persons.—Leslie's Weekly. |
{ A New Fad, 1
| A Frenchman has introduced to|
us—who else would have the audac
| ity?—the most unusunal feature in
| the new season’s designs, the unat
| tached collar. ‘
| While matching the suit in ma
| terial and trimming, this collar—
which is put on before the coat it
self—is an entirely distinct and sepa
rate affair. Nothing could be more
delightfully convenient, for it may be
~worn or not, according to the whim
of the moment or the condition of
the weather.
| Yet, though to this Frenchman the
world attributes this distinctly clever
idea, it was an American-woman who
originated it-—who had it executed
| for herself by a master artist.
i Who could appreciate better than
I he the value of so novel and practi
‘l cal a conceit?—Town Topics.
A Model School House.
Under the supervision of Miss Mar
tha Van Rensselaer, who is in charge
of the reading course for farmers’
- wives of the State Agricultural Col
lege, Cornell University, has erected
. on its campus a model rural schooll
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bread crumbs to give “body” to the hash. Have at hand the
required number of pepper shells washed clean; fill these with
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house. The essential feature of this
school house is a workroom which oc
cupies one-third of the floor space.
The purpose in building this school
house is to show that such buildings
may be made artistically attractive,
homelike, sanitary, comfortable and
durable for the same amount of mon
ey and labor as the unattractive and
unsatisfactory buildings to which so
many rural districts have been accus
tomed. The Cornell model is de
signed for twenty-five pupils in the
main room, and the folding doors and
windows in the partition enable one
teacher to manage both rooms.—New
York Sun.
English Girls and Love.
The American. professor w.ao has
undertaken to give lessons in the
art of courtship at a high school
would find ample scope for his abili
ties in that direction in London, for
the English girl of the present day
is generally speaking either unable or
unwilling to conjugate the verb to
love. It iz her lot to live in a pro-.
saic age, nothing is done to stimu
late romance, youthful marriages are
a thing of the past, and youngsters
of both sexes are aware that what
was ‘love in a cottage’” yesterday is
equivalent to life in a suburban villa
to-day—a very different thing—llike
to wait until they have had a good
look around and have assured them
selves that they are not being carried
away by sentiment before they range
themselves. :
Old-fashioned lovemaking has be
come too dangerous to be indulged
in, and flirtation of a not too pro
nounced nature has taken its place.
To such an extent has the act of
making love declined that it is doubt
ful whether the British bread and
butter miss knows the A B C of the
science once taught by Aristotle. Pru
dence has banished it from mater
tfamilias’ program, and if the Ameri
can professor aforesaid should ex
tend his labors as far as the Old
World he is likely to find a virgin
soil wherein to teach an art as old
as the hills, but one which is in dan
ger of extinction for want of prac
tice.—New York Sun.
Tried in the Fire.
When Mrs. Harmon swept into the
library in a new reception gown, Mr.
Harmon drew an inaudible sigh, and
braced 'himself for the ordeal which
he knew was before him.
“Now, Frederick,” said his wife,
in her most appealing tone, ‘‘please
tell me exactly what you think of this
gown.”’
*“lt’s a beauty,” said Mr. Harmon,
with what he hoped would be a con
vincing note of finality in his voice,
“‘a perfect beauty I should call it.”
*“OQ, Frederick, that is what you al
ways say, no matter how my things
look, or what they are, just because
vou’re in a hurry to get back to your
reading. Now look carefully, while
I turn. See what you think of the
back. I have a reason for asking
you.” :
“Um-m—is there something a little
, | queer about the back?” ventured the
. leritie.
: “Where?”” demanded his wife.
: “‘Oh, along in the middle, there.”
- “Do you mean the middle across or
| the middle up and down, Frederick?”
! ‘“Both,” said Mr. Harmon, miser
[ably. “There seems a sort of bulge
Lin it. But perhaps it's meant to be
| just that way; probably it is.”
' “Put your hand on the place you
mean, Frederick, please.”
| Mr. Harmon did so gingerly, while
his wife screwed her neck round and
endeavored to locate the offending
“I can’t see, and there isn't a hand
glass down here,” she said, impatient
ly. ‘“Put your fingers on harder,
| Frederick. Oh, that! Why, that’s
the rosette, and it has probably come
unhooked. You hook it, dear, and
see if it isn’t all right.”
“It’s fine, now,” said Mr. Harmon,
standing off, after a sharp struggle
with the recalcitrant hook and eye.
“Turn round again. Yes, you're all
right now. You can call that a per
fect success, that gown, my dear.”
“Frederick, don’t take up your
book yet. I want you to tell me how
you like the yoke in front. The yoke
is the upper part of the waist, Fred
erick, not down on the skirt, where
you're looking.”
“It seems all right,”’ said Mr. Har
mon, hesitating, after a cautious
glance at his wife.
‘Do you think less trimming would
be better? Or that the little pleated
rufile ought to go in a point instead
of that circular way?”
Mr. Harmon pursed his lips.
“Would you like it better without
t"y rufile, Frederick? Please bhe
frank. You're the only one I can de
pend on for honest criticism. Is it
too vouthful for me?”
l It was a crucial moment, and Mr.
| Harmon realized his peril. Suddenly
| he had an inspiration.
“The yoke looks all right enough
to me,” he said, carelessly. ‘I should
| say you could bear that ruffle and the
| trimming, too, without being over
loaded. But when you ask me if it's
| too youthful — why, I should have
gaid—"’
‘ “Frederick,” and Mrs. Harmon ad
| vanced upon him with joy as he made
| his dramatic pause, ‘‘you are a per
| sect dear! 1 knew you’'d see it. I
told them at the shop it looked suit
| able for a woman of fifty, and I'm—
| not anywhere near that yet. They in«
sisted that it didn’t.”> .
Mr. Harmon lifted his eyebrows.
“I know, that’s just the way a man
would feel about it, but we women
| are so easily persuaded. But I shall
| send it back to-morrow, with a note,
saying my husband considers it alto
| gether too old for me!” and with her
head held high, Mrs. Harmon swept
from the room.
“Whew!’” said Mr. Harmon, as he
dropped into his chair. ‘‘That was a
narrow escape!”’—Youth's Compan
ion,
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L 5 ) FASHIONS
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Brown is one of the colors this sea
son.
Silver and gold trim many of the
new gowns somewhere and somehow,
There is very little sleeve seen
anywhere, especially in evening
dresses.
The colors most employed are
| blues, delicate reds and browns fad
| ing into buff.
: American women have reached
| such perfection in dress that they
| will perhaps never adopt the long
skirt for the street again.
Madame or Mademoiselle may be
as loose and bulky as she wills in cor
‘| sage or blouse, but the skirt, to be
| fashionable, must be tight.
Heavy linens and mohairs make
ideal dust coats, which are nowadays
simply made and provided with high
| collars that may be buttoned closely
about the throat if desired.
‘ The surplice effect has made its
way even into the realm of the tailor
made, and many of the handsome
| suits for spring suggest this feature.
j A smart suit among the light col
| ored ones is of blue and white half
inch striped worsted trimmed with
half-inch check of the same color and
| material.
Colored linens take precedence this
year over white, though one can
| scarcely imagine a wardrobe that
{does mnot contain a few all white
1 frocks.
‘ With the new colors the silver is
| very pretty. Dull gold or rust was
| the thing for gowns, but people soon
| tired of the morbid shade known as
“rouille” or mildew.
"HEADACHE FROM EYESTRAIN.
Slight Defects of Vision Often Causs
of Much Suffering. s
Basing himself on his records of
nearly 1,300 eye examinations, Dr.
S. W. S. Toms claims that 90 per
cent, of all those suffering from
reflex or neuralgic headache have oc
ular defects,
Over 600 of the patients examined
were altogether unaware of their de
fect. Fully half the cases were of
only slight refractive errors or muscu
lar ynbalance, and it is in these cas
es in which eciliary spasm is the di
rect factor in causing headache in
persons 'whose occupation calls for
near vision that accommodative -as
thencpia results.
There is no apparent relation be
tween the severity of the headache
and the degree of the ocular defect,
and nothing especially characteristle,
excep! perhaps the patient’s non-sus
picion of the cause. Sickness or
health impairment may be the first
inciting factor in some patient with
considerable ocular defects which
gave no trouble before—From the
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We offer One Hundred Dollars Reward
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Take Hafi’s Family Pills for constipation.
Suspected of Early Frivolity.
A young Harvard man, through fam
ily influence, obtained a position as
coenfidential clerk in the office of a'
well-known raiiroad president. The
first morning he got down to the of
fice at 9 o'clock. He found the presi
dent hard at work.
On the second morning he present
ed himself at 8.30 o'clock. Again he
found his chief there ahead of him,
working diligently. The third day he
managed to make the office at 8
o’clock. There was the president, al
ready huried in business.
That night on his way home the
young man took counsel with him
self and determined to be ahead of
his boss at any cost, Accordingly he
set his alarm clock f0r.6.30, and by
great exercise of will power managed
to show up at the office before 7.30
o’clock, But there was his chiet
working away as if he had not left
hig desk at all.
As the clerk entered the president
looked up at him with a quizzical air.
“Young man,” said he, “what use do
you make of your forenoons?’"—Phila
delphia Ledger.
WHICH?
The young author was in a quan
dary. “Would you,” inquired he,
“have your hero tear down the street
or tear up the street?”
“That depends. Is your hero a
sprinter or a paving contractor?’—
Courier-Journal,
FRIENDS HELP
St. Paul Park Incident.
““After drinking coffee for break
fast I always felt languid and dull,
having no ambition to get to my
morning duties. Then in about an
hour or so a weak, nervous derange
ment of the heart and stomach would
come over me with such force I would
frequently have to lie down.
“At other times 1 had severe heal
aches; stomach finally became affect
ed and digestion so impaired that I
had serious chronic dyspepsia and
constipation. A lady, for many years
State President of the W. C. T. U,
told me she had been greatly bene
fited by quitting coffee and using Pos
tum Food Coffee; she was troubled
for years with asthma. She said it
was no cross to quit coffee when she
found she could have as delicious an
article as Postum.
**Another lady, who had been trou
bled with chronic dyspepsia for years,
found immediate relief on ceasing
coffee and beginning Postum twice a
day. She was wholly cured. Still
another friend told me that Postum
Food Coffee was a godsend to her, her
heart trouble having been relieved
after leaving off coffee and taking on
Postum. §
“So many such cases came to my
notice that I concluded coffee was the
cause of my trouble and | quit and
took up Postum. 1 am more than
pleased to say that my days of trou
ble have disappeared. lam well and
happy.” *“There’s a Reason.” Read
“The Road to Wellville,” in pkgs:
Ever read the above letter? A new
one appears from time to time. '.l\iley
are genuine, true and full of hllfll'
interest. B
