The Batesville Herald. (Batesville, Tex.), Vol. 6, No. [3], Ed. 1 Thursday, January 25, 1906 Page: 3 of 4
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In the Midst of Alarms
ADVICE FROM THE PROFESSOR.
A boy nlarm'ng nn<l* the frhfm*
Of college life.
Death lurks upon the football team
Ami In the strife
Attendant on that annual rush
Ycleped the "cane,"
Where hapless men in one mad crush
Are swiftly plain.
In baseball
Fr.
■om
Ami should
There is
he may bite the dirt
blow of bat.
he come through it unhurt
the "fiat.”
man must ever look alive.
A college
1 wish to state;
The only wonder is that some survive
To graduate.
—Philadelphia
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Cold, cheerless and desolate the
rambling old farm house stood in all
its deariness outlined against a gray,
■wintry sky
On<-e. ah! years ago there was com-
fort. love, peace, happiness within its
walls. But it was so many, many
years ago, that the oldest inhabitants
of the surrounding country had al-
most forgotten about such things.
Weeds peeped their unfruitful heads
•hove the snow reaching from the
dilapidated porch leaning like an old
debilitated man propped Upon two
And the preparations for the grand
Christmas feast went on. The pots
and kettles bubbled and simmered, the
turkeys were browned to a rich hue
and flavored to the proper point. The
tables groaned beneath the load of
good things, and the old town hall
was merry from foundation to roof
this glad Christmas day.
And while the feast was on an old !
man hobbled and stumbled down the
country road leading to the town. He.
reached the door of the hall, opened |
it and burst in upon the merry gath-
Perhapa Not Strictly in Order,
Still Good Sense.
A young Southern lawyer sat in the
Supreme court in which Justice Hen-
ry M. Gildersieeve was trying a case.
“This is the first time I have ever
seen the justice,” he said, “but if he’s
as broad-minded as other members of
his family there’ll be no narrow ap-
plication of the law in this case. A
relative of his. Prof. Gildersieeve, was
my professor in the University of Vir-
ginia. I was in the same class of
which young Bradley Johnson, son of
the famous Confederate General of
that name, who died last fall, was a
member. One day several of us had
been out on a carouse and had failed
to appear for recitations. It was our
duty to report to Prof. Gildersieeve
and make our excuses. I think it was
I that was deputed to present the ex-
cuse. I hadn't said much when the
professor broke in with a sternness
which made us wish we couldn't tell
the difference between French wine
and corn whisky.
“ ‘Young gentlemen.’ he said, ‘you
must realize you have entered upon
the stern realities of life.’
“We all bowed humbly, wondering
whether expulsion was to be our fate
“‘Young gentlemen,’ he added,
‘never take it with water. I never
do. Good day, gentlemen.’ ”—New
York Times.
STORIES OF FRANKLIN
Showing the Genial Wit, Wisdom, and Gifts as
Philosopher, of the Great American
IJ* the -BALTIC TBOVIfiCES
sticks, down to the broken gate de- j ering. His face was black with wrath
(tending from its rusty hinges fasten-
ed to the rotten post. Barns burst-
ing with decayed hay, toppMng and
careening to the four winds of heaven,
tout solidified upon their foundations
with the loads and tons of the wasted
harvestings of years, stood out like
grim silhouettes of despair and ruin
■ gainst the chill landscape.
And above all sailed the moon, pal- I
lid Lady of the Night; and she smiled J
serenely down upon the picture of
Fruitless harvestings, this phantasma-
goria of neglect and ruin.
Within the farm house the paper
ihung from the crumbling and blacken-
ed wails in tattered malodorous rib-
■bons. Rats gnawed at the doors of
cupboards long since barren of food.
And the marauders dragged from old
bins that had not been replenished
for years, cobs, and made merry with
the mouldy remnants of bygone feasts
.through the inserted chambers, only
to tease, tantalize and fret the heart, j
aoul and brain of the only human hab-
itant of the place, David Dreams, the
recluse, the miser,
i "Drat'em and cuss ’em! They’re
stealing food, my food,” would growl
the old recluse tossing uneasily upon
his dilapidated bed up in the attic.
And the stars that peeped through
the dust-laden panes of glass in the j
roof blinked at him and mocked him i
as he shivered among his rags.
The old man would rise, light a tal-
low dip and go down the narrow back
stairs leading to the cheerless kitch-
en and chase the thieving marauders
through the hole in the cellar door.
He would nail a piece of tin over the
hole, and mumble with toothless jaws;
“There, they’ll not come again until
they gnaw another hole, drat ’em,
cuss 'em!”
Back to his attic he would crawl,
tout before falling upon his ragged
old bed he would open the little cache
in the chimney wall and fondle and
as he stood there leaning upon liis
two sticks, and he looked like a demon
of wrath as he fastened his eyes upon
the merry ones.
“Give me back my bacon—I’m hun-
gry. You have taken my food.’’
"David, sit down and eat with Us
if you are hungry. We ate all so
BRIEF MOMENT OF HAPPINESS.
And One That Comes Rarely in the
Life ef a Poet.
"Sir," said the poet to the editor,
”1 have here some verses—a parody on
‘The Beautiful Snow.’ ”
“Ah.” said the editor, reaching for
the manuscript, “that is certainly a
new and novel idea. I'll read the
poem right away."
The poet stands while the editor
reads, and the poet trembles with joy
as he notes how the editor's face
lights up and how he nods delightedly
at each line.
“It great!" cries the editor. “I want
it. What price do you set on it?"
“Oh, sir,” stammers the poet. “I will
leave the matter of recompense to
you.”
“Now, now! Don't be so modest.
Honest work, well done, is worthy a
liberal remuneration. How would a
hundred dollars strike you?”
The poet is able to gasp an accept-
ance.
"One moment.” says the editor, “I’ll
call an office boy and have the cashier
hand you the money at once.”
The editor presses a button. Some-
where in the distance a belt begin?
tinkling, then jangling, and the sound
grows louder and louder until—
Bang-a-lang-a-lang-a-ling-a-dingding!”
And the poet’s alarm clock, faithful
to its duty, has awakened him.
“Give me back my bacon."
thankful to you for sending us the
money—”
“I sent no money. I sent the bacon
I was forced to send it by the ghost
of David Dreams. He came to me
last night and made me do it.”
“You talk strangely, David Dreams.
You surely sent us money—”
“It’s a He, a blasting He You can-
not fool me with your cant and whine,
parson. Give me back my bacon.”
“You must be dreaming. David
Dreams—”
___ .vi.# . ... , i “Stop! Dreaming—dreaming! Ah!
caress the roll of musty rotting bills ,t a„ comes back t0 me now° , did
| dream that I was forced by the old
David Dreams, the David Dreams of
| other days, to send the bacon for the
j Christmas feast. I did send it— or
thought I did. I—I made a mistake
My preci-
and rusty coins and say:
“It’s ail mine, all mine!
*>us darlings!”
Did he sleep?
Like a child undisturbed; and if he
dreamed he only dreamed of good
cheer, comfort, ease and plenty as he
lay stretched there upon the bed
which he shared with the vermin—
alone with his beloved money.
Greed was his god, hunger his hand
maiden. And he must work and toil
unceasing, dig and use thrift else the
gaunt wolf will come and snarl at his
door.
and sent—the—the money.”
“David Dreams, the money is here
yet. You can have it all back. But
see the good it can do. Look at the
poor people feasting as they never
have before. See the glad light in
the eyes of the little ones. Does it
not touch your heart and make it
warmer than it has been for many
, .v ....... , 1 a year? Be one with us. Give up the
cjlar hnne I u h"! J° r “7 * 0,(1 ^ed and become as a little child,
vJars a nP.X, nf hnS n 7 and innocent once more. Will
years—a petrified slab of bacon. David
Dreams would pet and pat it as he |
, Supreme Test of Love.
“George, we have been married just
year to-day, haven’t we?" said Mrs.
j Worthington, as George came home
' from work, tired and rather out of
sorts.
“Yes, dear, did you think I had for-
1 gotten it?”
“No, George; but I just, thought I
would mention it. And. George, in all
this time has your love for me waver-
ed for an instant? Has the horrible
thought come to you at any time that
you had made a mistake? Do you still
feel the same toward me that you did
upon that night a year ago, when you
promised to love me always, to care
for me and protect me through the
trials to follow? Do you still feel the
same?”
“Why, dearest, how can you ask
such questions, when you know that I
have done all in my power and with
my whole heart to make you happy;
when you know that I would willingly
do anything you ask.”
“Then. George,” sighed Mrs. Worth-
ington, as she threw her arms around
his neck and kissed him, “there is one
thing I must ask of you.”
“Yes. dearest.”
“I shall have to ask you to go down
and discharge the cook. I haven't got
the nerve.’’—Milwaukee Sentinel.
passed it. He would fondle and ca-
ress it, smell of it and lick his thin
bine lips and mumble:
"What a glorious feast II! have
sometime—but not now, not now.”
And the slab of bacon would swing
and bow and beckon beneath his
touch when he waved the tallow dip
over it gloatingly.
But the rats wanted it, too. For
two years the tantalizing morsel had
hung there in the dark entry beyond
their reach. Climb as they might
they could not reach it. It mocked
them, fretted and bothered them.
But the bugs and beetles, the ants
and the vermin could reach it—and
they feasted away at its goodness
untii it was but as a shred.
• • • • •
“Well, it was real good of Mr.
Dreams to send us this lot of money.
you, David Dreams?”
David Dreams faltered. His limbs
shook under him, and his heart flut-
tered. His eyes became moist and a
strange lump came into his throat
and choked him. He fell upon a
chair and bowed his head. And one
of the little tots came and wround her
warm arms about his neck and press- !
ed a soft kiss upon his grizzled cheek. 1
The ice melted away from his heart j
and the warm blood flowed through
his veins as it had not for many a
year. When he lifted his face it was
another David Dreams that looked at
the good people gathered there.
And after he had made merry with
them all and enjoyed to the full the
newness of his awakened heart he
went back to his home—now no longer
the home of desolation and ruin. For
Mysterious Disease.
A new sickness has appeared re-
cently and is known as Morkus Sab-
baticus, or Sunday sickness, and is a
disease peculiar to church members.
Tlie attack comes on suddenly every
Sunday: no symptoms are felt on Sat-
urday night; the patient sleeps well,
and eats a hearty breakfast, but about
church time the attack comes on and
continues until the services are over
j for the morning. Then the patient
feels easy and eats a good dinner. In
the afternoon he feels much better
and is able to take a w’alk, talk about
politics and read the Sunday papers;
he eats a hearty supper, and about
church time he has another attack
and stays at home. He retires early,
sleeps well and wakes up on Monday
morning refreshed and able to go to
work, and does not have any symp-
toms of the disease until the following
every nook and corner of it was light-
ened by the glorious light of kindness, I Se!
love for fellow man and a sincere love j _____
for the God who opened his eyes this
Christmas day.
Appreciated Adulation.
Dr. Lorimer, on his return
from
“First Time He
First time he kissed
kis
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fie
sed
Kissed Me.”
me, lie but only
of the hand wherewith I
And ever since, it grew more clean and
white.
abroad about two jears ago, told this slow to world-greetings, quick with its
(n t K r. ♦!,#-* “OB liet ”
“It’s all mine, all mine!”
My! but it almost takes my breath
away—and him such a miser Poor
man! He went wrong when his wife
died and when his son ran away to
sea "
“I fear the world will turn about
to-day. David Dreams has sent i
enough money to pay for all this nice
dinner we are giving to the poor this
Christmas day. My! but the money
smells musty, the coins are all rest.
iVhat a lot of dirty money it is-”
“Never mind, money's money. 1
guess we made a mistake when we
called him an old skinflint of a miser.
He’s sent us more money than all the
rest together. Money enough to help
us out on the new church—”
“Money enough to buy a new organ
and a carpet for the Sunday school, j
We'll have a tine library and lots of 1
_tblngs> i for one shall pray for David
anecdote to the passengers of the
steamship New England:
“The Hon. Justin McCarthy and I
were the guests of a business men's
club at the Imperial, Cork, Ireland,
when the following story was told by
the noted author, as a post-prandial:
“ ‘An old school chum of mine by
the name of Michael Hooley went to
America in the early eighties to seek
his fortune. His first position was
that of a street sweeper, and then he
was called "Hooley.” In about a year
he became "Fireman Hooley”; then
he was promoted to "Policeman Hoo-
ley,” and finally it became “Alderman
Hooley.” One bright autumn Sunday,
after he became "Councilman Hooley.”
as he entered the doors of Tremont
Temple, great was his pleasure when
the entire congregation arose in a
body and shouted: “Hooley. Hooley.
Hooley Lord God Almighty.” ’"—Bos-
ton Herald.
A ring of arae-
“Oh, list.’
When the angels speak,
thyst
I could not wear here, plainer to my
sight.
Than that first kiss. The second passed
in height
The first, and sought the forehead, and
half missed.
Half falling on tlie hair. O beyond meed!
That was the chrism of love, which
love's own crown.
With sanctifying sweetness, did precede.
The third upon my lip was folded down
In perfect, purple state: since when, in-
deed.
I have been proud, and said, “M.v love,
my own."
Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
The Irish Sentry.
An Irish soldier on sentry duty had
orders to allow no one to smoke near
his post. An officer with a lighted ci-
gar approached, whereupon Pat bold-
ly challenged him. and ordered him to
put it out at once. The officer with
an air of disgust threw away his ci-
gar, but no sooner was his back turned
than Pat picked it up and quietly re- ! called ’How to Write Poetry.’ Has it
tired to the sentry box. j helped you any?”
The officer happening to look “Dunno.” ejaculated the bard of the
around observed a beautiful cloud of Black Hills. “I don't exactly Retch
smoke issuing from the box. He at on to some things.”
Like Meeting an Old Friend.
The elderly cannibal greeted the
new missionary warmly.
“Jackson?" he said, with a vigorous
pressure of the hand. “Surely not K.
Hooker Jackson ill?”
“Yes." said the young man, beaming,
"Yes. The same.”
"Then it will interest you to know,
sir." said the savage, “that I once
served your grandfather, the first K.
Hooker."
“Indeed? And in what way?” the
missionary said.
“Broiled," the other answered, grin-
ning ominously.
Poetry in the Black Hills.
“Wall,” remarked the driver of the
weekly stage, “I see you have a book
Franklin lost no opportunity to
make a telling point in behalf of his
country. Just before leaving England
in 1775 to return to Philadelphia he
was dining with a distinguished com-
pany at a nobleman's house In I-on-
don, when the conversation turned on
fables. The opinion was expressed
that no new and instructive fables, in
which animals are made to talk could
be invented. All spoke on the sub-
ject except Franklin, who, being
pressed for an opinion, said he could
write a new fable on the spot. Pen
and paper were brought in. and he
wrote the famous summary of the atti-
tude of England toward America, of
which the following is a condensed
version:
“Once upon a time an eagle, scaling
around a farmer’s barn, and espying a
hare, darted down upon him, seized
him in his claws and remounted with
him into the* air. He soon found that
he had a creature of more courage
and strength than a hare; for which,
notwithstanding the keenness of his
eyesight, he had mistaken a cat.
“The snarling and scrambling of his
prey were very inconvenient; and,
what was worse, she had disengaged
herself from his talons, grasped his
body with her four limbs, so as to
stop his breath, and seized fast hold
of his throat with her teeth. ‘Pray,’
said the eagle, ‘let go your hold, and
I will release you.’ ‘Very fine,’ said the
cat; ‘I have no fancy to fall from this
height and be crushed to death. You
have taken me up. and you shall stoop
and let me down.’ The eagle thought
it necessary to stoop accordingly.”
In the French and Indian war, the
Quakers, who were in the majority in
the Pennsylvania assembly, refused to
vote money directly for the defence of
the province.
The common mode was to grant
money for “the king's use." When
Massachusetts asked Pennsylvania for
was not the custom of the place to sell
on credit. Every one who purchased
expected to pay. They were parted
with, and the inscription now stood:
John Thompson sells hats.’ ’Sells
hats,’ said his next friend; ‘why, no-
body will expect you to give them
away. Whati then, is the use of that
word?' It was stricken out and hats’
followed, the rather as there was one
painted on the board. So the inscrip-
tion was ultimately reduced to ’John
Thompson.' with the figure of a hat
subjoined.”
Although 81 years old and with his
physical powers failing, when the con-
stitution was adopted. Franklin was a
power in the convention. Parton, his
biographer, relates;
"When the constitution was com-
pleted Dr. Franklin, in a speech of
much humor and good feeline, urged
the members who were dissatisfied
with it to sacrifice their opinions to
the general good and send the consti-
tution forth stamped with the seal of
unanimity. The speech had its effect,
and all the members signed.”
Mr. Madison records that while "the
last members were signing Dr. Frank-
lin, looking toward the president’s
chair, at the back of which a rising
sun happened to be painted, observed
to a few members near him that paint-
ers had found it difficult to distinguish
in their art a rising from a setting sun.
‘I have,’ said he, ‘often and often, in
the course of the session, and the vi-
cissitudes of my hopes and fears as to
its issue, looked at that behind the
president, without being able to (ell
whether it was rising or setting; but
now at length I have the happiness
to know that it is a rising and not a
setting sun.’ ”
To bring out a point on instability
in character, Franklin tells a story of
a man who bought an axe of a smith
who was his neighbor, and desired to
Russia’s Baltic provinces are at the
present time busily engaged in mak-
ing history, so that the following facts
may be of interest. Esthonia. Kur-
land and Livonia are the districts
principally involved. In all three the
aristocracy is German in language and
race, but composes only a ‘small part
of the population. In Esthonia the vast
majority of the inhabitants are Esths,
a Finnish people of Uralo-Altaic
stock. Livonia and Kurland are in-
habited 'chiefly by the Letts, closely
allied to the Lithuanians. The Rus-
sians constitute but a small fraction
of the inhabitants of the district. In
the thirteenth century the heathen
peoples dwelling on the shores of the
Baltic were subjugated by the Knights,
Sword-Bearers and Teutonic knights,
who introduced the German civiliza-
tion. With the Lithuanians the Letts
constitute a separate division of the
Aryan, or Indo-European family. The
old Prussians belonged to the Letto-
Lithuanian stock.
These Letto-Lithuanians are phys-
ically well built. The face is mostly
elongated, the features fine. The
very fair hair, blue eyes and delicate
skin distinguish them from the Poles
and Russians. Their dress is usually
plain in comparison with that of the
l*oles. and grayish colors predominate
in it. Their language has great simi-
larity to the Sanskrit. The popular
poetry of both the Letts and IJth-
uauinans is rich in both idyllic and
lyric songs, imbued with the tenderest
love and melancholy and a most po-
etical feeling for nature, and are re-
markable for their absolute chastity.
The national character is fully ex-
pressed in them—not warlike at all,
hut melancholy and sociable. In the
Lettish song there is an added char-
acteristic, the hatred which the peo-
ple feel toward the German landhold-
ers.
Despite the fact that the people are
either Lutherans or Roman or Greek
Catholics, the names of the old pagan
divinities, very numerous in their for-
mer mythology, are continually men-
tioned in songs and also in common
speech. The forests of Livonia and
Kurland have played an important
part in their history. Their chief
priest worshiped in the forests, the
people brought their offerings to their
divinities at the foot of mighty oaks,
I and even during the fourteenth een-
i fury the “zinez,” an inextinguishable
; fire, was maintained. To this day
| traces of the worship of oak trees
i may be seen.
WHISKY BOTTLE Ifi ARCHIVES
A FAMOUS FRANKLIN LETTER.
A whisky bottle is filed away with
care among the archives of the Ha-
waiian government, as are also two of
the nodding chicken feather helmet
adornmenls formerly worn by King
Kalakaua on state occasions. The
bottle is certainly a unique “docu-
ment” for the archives, but a written
statement across the face of the label
shows that it played an important
part in the revolution of 1895, when
the attempt was made to overthrow
the republic and restore the queen to
her throne.
Th bottle is an ordinary one, with
a bulging cork, and is about half full
of a liquid of which, for some reason
or another, no one in the capitol is
willing to partake.
Across the face is the following
written with pen and ink
“In re treason of Guliek et ai. Ex.
B. Filed this 21st day of January,
1895. J. YV. Jones. 1st Lieut. Co. D„
N. G. H., Recorder.”
After the death of Charles Carter
at Diamond Head, who was killed by
revolutionists, the government troops
were dispatched to Bertelmann’s place
and put on guard. It was a strenuous
time. One night when the guards
were being changed every hour, so
that no sentry would have an oppor-
tunity of falling asleep, the officer in
charge is said to have sent for some
hot coffee. This would aid in keeping
the soldiers awake. The coffee came.
Also a bottle of whisky was brought
along. The officers said the men
could drink coffee, hut not whisky. It
was suggested that whisky might he
put in the coffee. No. It might make
them drowsy. But it happened that
one of the soldiers drank some whis-
ky. He fell asleep half an hour after-
ward and did not wake until the next
morning about daylight. He was
shaken several times during the night
but he was in a deep, heavy slumber
and could not be awakened.
The bottle of whisky was kept in
the camp. The contents are. and prob-
ably will remain untouched, for there
seems to be a general impression about
that the contents were, and may he
still, “doped.”—Hololulu Commercial
Advertiser.
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MUST FIGHT FOB SUCCESS
Many a man has tried to jusjjfy his
failure on the ground that he was
doomed by the cards which fate dealt
him, that he must pick them up and
play the game, and that no effort,
however great, on his part could ma-
terially change the result, says a
writer in Success. But, my young
friend, the fate that deals your cards
is in the main your own resolution.
The result of the game does not rest
with fate or destiny, but with you.
You will take the trick if you have
the superior energy, ability and deter-
mination requisite to take it. You
have the power within yourself to
change the value of the cards which,
you say, fate has dealt you. The game
depends upon your training, upon the
way you are disciplined to seize and
use your opportunities and upon your
ability to put grit in the place of su-
perior advantages.
Just because circumstances do
sometimes give clients to lawyers and
patients to physicians, put common-
place clergymen in uncommon pulpits,
and place the sons of the rich at the
head of great corporations even when
they have only average ability and
scarcely any experience, while poor
youths with greater ability and more
experience often have to fight their
way for years to obtain ordinary »it-
uations. are you justified in starting
out without a chart or in leaving a
place for luck in your program? What
would you think of the captain of a
great liner who would start out to
sea without any port in view and trust
to luck to land his precious cargo
safely?
Did you ever know of a strong
young man making out his life pro-
gram and depending upon chance to
carry out any part of it? Men who
depend upon “luck” do not think it
worth while to make a thorough prep-
aration for success. They are not
willing to pay the regular price for it.
They are looking for bargains. They
are hunting for short cuts to success.
Power gravitates to the man who
knows how. “Luck is the tide, noth-
ing more. The strong man rows with
it if it makes toward his port; he
rows against it if it flows the other
way.”
This letter, written to a former friend in London at the beginning of the
revolution, shows the fire of Franklin’r. usually placid spirit when aroused,
and is an excellent example of his forceful and concise style. On reflection,
Franklin did not send the letter, but it was preserved among his papers.
powder to use in the campaign against
Louisburg, the Quakers voted an ap-
propriation for “bread, flour, wheat
and other grain,” the latter being
pow'der.
Pennsylvania needed guns for de-
fense, and Franklin told a friend in
the assembly that if the vote for guns
failed he would “advise the purchase
of a fire engine writh the money; the
Quakers can have no objection to
that; and then if they nominate me
and I you as a committee for that pur-
pose, we will buy a great gun, which
is certainly a Are engine.”
Some of the members of congress
were inclined to criticise the phrase-
ology of the Declaration o£ Independ-
ence while it was being discussed.
Noticing that this annoyed Thomas
Jefferson, Franklin, remarking that lie
had always made it a rule to avoid
drafting papers to he reviewed by a
public body, told him this story:
“When 1 was a journeyman printer
one of my companions, an apprenticed
hatter, having served out his time,
was about to open a shop for himself.
His first concern was to have a hand-
some sign board with a proper inscrip-
tion. He composed it in these words:
‘John Thompson, hatter, makes and
sells hats for ready money.’ with the
figure of a hat subjoined.
“But he thought he would submit it
to his friends for their amendments.
The first he showed it to thought the
word ‘hatter’ tautologous. because fol-
lowed by the words ’makes hats,’
which showed he was a hatter. It was
struck out. The next observed that
the word ‘makes’ might as well be
omitted, because his customers would
not care who made the hats; if good
and to their mind they would buy by
whomsoever made. He struck it out.
A third said he thought the words
‘for ready money’ were useless, as it
have the whole of its surface as bright
as the edge.
“The smith consented to grind it
bright for him if he would itirn the
wheel; he turned, while the smith
pressed the broad face of the axe hard
and heavily on the stone, which made
the turning of it very fatiguing. The
; man came every now and then from
i the wheel to see how the work went
on, and at length would take the axe
| as it was without further grinding.
“’No,’ said the smith, ‘turn on, turn
on; -we shall have it.bright by and
by; as yet, it is only speckled.’
“’Yes.’ said the man ’but I think I
like a -speckled axe the best.’ ”
When a boy he found the long grace
said by his father at each meal rather
tiresome. One day, after the winter’s
supply of pork had been salted. Benja-
I min said to his father: "I think,
father, if you were to say grace over
the whole cask, once for all. it would
; be a great saving of time.”
One of Franklin's friends in France,
the Abbe Moreliet, tells this story of
him:
Franklin was very fond of Scotch
songs; he recollected, he said, the
strong and agreeable impressions they
had made him experience. He related
to us that while traveling in America
he found himself beyond the Alle-
ghany mountains, in the house of a
Scotchman, living remote from soci-
ety, after the loss cf his fortune, with :
his wife, who had been handsome, and
their daughter, 15 or 18 years of age.
and that on a beautiful evening, sit-
ting before their door, the wife had
sting the Scotch air, ‘So Merry as \\re
! Have Been.' in so sweet and touching
a way that he burst into tears, and
that the recollection of this impression
was still quite vivid, after more than
; thirty years.”
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QUEEB GIFTS TO JOCKEYS
One of the greatest of living jock-
eys has a most remarkable collection
of tributes from admirers, unknown
and otherwise. It contains, among
other strange things, pawn tickets,
writs and summonses contributed by
unsuccessful backers of his mounts,
talismans of all kinds to bring him
luck in his races, sermons and tracts :
for his spiritual welfare, recipes for ;
all kinds of ailments from coughs to
a tendency to corpulence, forms for in- i
snring against accidents, offers of ■
marriage accompanied by bundles of
photographs of would-be wives, welsh- |
ers’ tickers and a pair of wornout j
hoots with the legend: "All that is J
left of them after walking from !
York to London; backed all your j
mounts.”
A few years ago, after his horse had j
lost an important race, a well-known
turfman went up to the jockey and
made him a formal and public presen-
tation of a silver snuffbox, saying
that if he would look inside he would
see the kind of horse he ought to ride
in future. The jockey opened the
box and found in it half a dozen fat
snails. It was the same satirical own-
er who on another occasion presented
his jockey with a sumptuous casket,
w'hich ou being opened disclosed a
w’ooden spoon, and to a third jockey
who had failed to win an important
race he handed a pair of crutches
bought from a beggar on the course.
When John Singleton, a clever jock-
ey of nearly two centuries ago, first
won a race in Yorkshire the farmer
whose horse he had ridden to victory
was so delighted with his achievement
that he made him a present of a ewe,
whose offspring soon mustered a
round dozen, and really started the ex-
shepherd lad on' his career as a jock-
ey. Singleton was very proud of and
grateful for his singular fee.
In this respect he furnished a grea
contrast to a well-known jockey who
wrhen a check for $1,500 was hande..
to him by the owner of a horse on
which he had won a race, crumpled it
up contemptuously with the remark
that he had “often received more for
riding a 2-year-old.”
BIVAL OF BAHAMA CAJ4AL
once challenged Pat for smoking on
duty.
•‘Smoking, is it. stir? Bedad. and
I’m only keeping it lit to show to the
efore this Christmas day corporal when he conies as evidence
---- agin’ you.” 2*
“What be they?”
“Wall, right here it says!
don't succeed in poetry at
plugging away.^lbinied iiV
whether it moan^
the poetry or tit
*1
y,nv
yeou
keep
_ know
Sing at
The Body of a Steam Engine.
It may be profitable to compare the
rital action of the body with a steam
engine. Three pounds of coal, costing
one cent, will, properly burned, raise
one ton half a mile high and boil
twenty-two quarts of water. Three
pounds of food, costing twenty-five
cents, will raise one ton half a mile
high, or carry the body, with a weight
of eighty-five pounds on it. twenty
miles in seven hours, besides warm-
ing and repairing the body. Three
pounds of food, costing twenty-five
cents, will repair the body, boil
twenty-two quarts of water, and raise
one ton half a mile high. The out-
come of all this is that the body is
about twelve times as expensive to
work as a locomotive.—Dr. A. T.
Schofield.
Justice Makes Error.
Justice YVills, who has just retire^
from the bench of tlu^iti itish Hiafi
Court of Justice, oneefc^e'"TrT!eB»**un
which, on reflection, lie thought was
not quite fair. He sent the unsuccess-
ful litigant a personal check for the
amount he had sued for
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All in the Family.
“Father wants a new strap for that
bridle he got here last week,” said the
hoy to the harness maker.
"He hasn’t worn that first one out,
has he?" inquired the dealer.
“Yes.”
“Whatever has he been doing with
it? That strap ought to last a couple
of years.”
“It don i make no difference what
he's been doin’ with it,” said the boy;
"he wants another strap, an’ if you
think I’m going to give away family
secrets between father and me. you're
mistaken. Gimme that strap, for fath-
I er said it wouldn't be advisable for
me to stay away all day.”
The Panama canal will have compe-
tition in the world of to-morrow. An-
other route will make an effA’t to se-
cure the immense tonnage passing be-
tween the Atlantic and Pacific. The
Mexican government, says the World
To-day, with the characteristic fore-
sight shown by President Diaz, has for
a number of years been quietly pre-
paring to meet this problem in an ef-
fort to furnish a short and economical
route between the two oceans.
The isthmus of Tehuantepec is the
route selected by this government.
Here the distance from ocean to ocean
is ony 125 miles in a bee line. The
land is comparatively level and the
rise on the Atlantic side is very grad-
ual, culminating in the Chivela pass
at a height of 730 feet. From here to
the Pacific the descent is more abrupt.
Although situated in the tropics, the
tropic heat is mitigated a great deal
by the strong winds which blow con-
stantly from ocean to ocean.
This route will greatly facilitate the
commerce between the two long coast
lines of the republic. But this great
undertaking was not begun for the na-
tional trade alone. It is intended to
compete for all that traffic which has
heretofore gone around Cape Horn or
across the Panama railroad. The Te-
huantepec route is 1,200 miles shorter
between New York and San Francisco
than the Panama route. The average
freight steamer would require from
four to five days to cover this dis-
tance. The managers of the Tehuan-
tepec national railroad propose to un-
load a cargo, carry it across the isth-
mus and reload in two days. It will
probably require one day for a vessel
to pass through the Panama canal.
This would make a aving of from
three to four days for the Tehuantepec
route. The extra cost of loading and
unloading would be made up by the
saving of canal dues and expenses of
the ship for that period. This route
has been lost sight of in the enthusi-
asm over the Panama canal. And yet
it may some day be quite a factor in
the commerce of the world.
THE OLD LOVEV TUJiES
l
In His Father’s Footsteps.
Capt, Herbert YY’inslow U. S. N.. son
of Rear Admiral John Ancruin Win-
slow. who as commander of the Kear-
sarge, sank the confederate cruiser
Alabama off Cherbourg in 1864 and
died in Boston in 1873, has just been
detached from the Charleston and wtll
leave for Fort Monroe in a few days
to take command of the new battle-
shin Kearsargc.
A boy we had belongin' us. an' och. but
he was gay.
An* we 'd sooner bear him singin than
we 'd hear the birds in May;
For a bullfinch was a fool to him. an’ all
ye had to do.
Onlv name the song ye wanted an'he d
sing it for ye through
Wid his "Up now there!” an' his "Look
about an' thry for it."
Faith, he had the quarest songs of any
ve could find—
“Poppies in the Corn” too.
never cry for it!”
tty girl 1
Arrah. Come back, lad!
you when you sin
Sure we re gettin'
he come too k
Sing "Girl Dear!” an
the Ling" for
Still I’d shake a font to hear
eon on the Gate.”
A Talar
Home Seeker-
house isn't very
shakes when we
Agent—Umy-e-al
kind of spring fltf
know.
“And these st
“Y-e-s; we fur
Largicr r.!srm ell
charge.”—N. Y.
The kaiser all
and now has or«4
one lot. Meanwhj
ing their heads ,
painTnT
Rheumatic Toi
Williams’
New
The first sign of'
queutly a pain
the joints. If uM
blood, which is the a?
the j toi son spreads,affi
and tissues. Sometimes
tacks the heart au4 is qni<
The one remedy
rheumatism so that it
Williams’ Pink Fife,
tho poison from the
the system, so that the
is penned off ns liatere in
Mrs. I. T. Pitcher, of
mouth 6treet, Newark,
for about three years fi
before she fouud this
“ It began with a
fingers. In
though the fi
them and I
“Then it
my knees,
could not
was more t
great deal o
gave me reli
Pink Pills.
“ I read an
that was exa
baud got me
them for thn
better but thi
Mr. Pitehei
member of E.1
of New Yor
statement ana nce was League city,
without difflcK _ . .
he was compelUSht to Galveston for
wheeled chair.
Pitcher are enth
of Dr. Williams’ jars pouring Into
For further inflate and the indi-
Dr.Williams MediL, collections this
uectady, N.Y.
“Yes." said Mabel..V
young man kisses me show under
“Mabel,” said Reginah,
coldness, "why is it you“r 7
hoarse when I call on yotPened at
Journal. build-
—--are
HEAD COVERED WITH f
Bothered With Itching fq*'1 Tex'
Time—Kentucky Lady N(Parterly
pletely Well—Cured by*8an An-
cura.
“After using Cuticura
ment, and Pills, I am
I am entirely relieved
humrr of the h^ad aj
was bothered with ^uite a lengtl
time. I did not ■ use thft Cutifl
Remedies more thai three times)]
fore I began to get better, and
I am completely well. 1 suffered
that humor on my head, and fount .
relief until I took the Cuticura 1**
edles. I think I used s?veral cakefi
Cuticura Soap, three boxes of Cy,
ment, and two vials of Pills. I an$i.
ing all I can to publish the Cnt|
Remedies, for they hn*ta.donej»
and I know they will do others
same. Mrs. Mattie Jackson, Mor
ville, Ky., June 12, 1905.’’
Bean Soup.
Put a ten-cent soup bene on to
in three quarts of water, add one
leaf and four cloves. Wash one
ful of beans, parboil them in water,!
which has been added a lktle
Drain and wash the soda water
of them, put them in the soup
with one teaspoon heaped of BalLj
onion, and boil for three hours,
out the meat, run the soup thr
a colander, take enough of the nu
to make one-half cupful after it
minced, add it to one-half cup
bread crumbs, one salt spoonful eatf
of salt and pepper, o’je teaspod^^^
of minced onion and one beaten
Roll into little halls, roll these in flr f
and drop them in the soup and
ten minutes.
Owns Costly Books.
Few hook collectors and those
ested in -books realize how large i
centage of the most costly books
the world are owned by J. Pier
Morgan. In a list recently printed]
100 books which have brought
$2,500 to $25,000 at auction since i
Mr. Morgan is credited with the C*
ership of 1C, or one-sixth of the t5'-
cst priced books of the last 100 yf1’
An Awful Slam.
“Don’t take it so hard. Mr. R
man,” said the young woman, nr
ingly, “There are ether girls, r
know. There’s Lil Gumplins. Ss
Pllmborn, Kate Isnoggles. and Fan® J
liwink. Any one of theiv would
a better wife for you than I w<
“I know it,” he said, swallowl
lump in his throat, and turning (flj
“If any one of those four girl* I
said yes. do you suppose I woBhjj-*
have thought of coming here flf
wife?”—Chicago Tribune.
THE LITTLE WIDOW.
wp *11 love
us—
ng I
oulder an’ ye’ll may-
ite—
i’ “The Bc-os among
us,
*»t to hear “The Pig-
A Mighty Good Sort of NelgHh
Have.
‘‘A little widow, a neighbor of i
persuaded me to try Grape-Nuts
my stomach was so weak that j
would not retain food of any
kind,” writes a grateful woman,
San Bernardino Co.. Cai.
“I had been ill and eonf
bed with fever and ne
tion for three long months
birth of my second boy.
despair until the little widow's
brought relief.
“I liked Grape-Nuts food fro* ••
beginning, and in an incredibly
time it gave me such strength that
was able to leave my bed and
my three good meals a day. 1° **
months my weight increased fro® *
to 113 pounds, my nerves had steadi*
down and I felt ready for an^thiA
My neighbors were amazed to sea ff
gain so rapidly and still more
when they heard that Grtpe-N*
alone had brought the change.
“My 4-year-old boy had eciet
very bad, last spring and lost U*
petite entirely, which made hl» e*°
an*
oh Hughie had the music, but there and peevish. I nut him on a
He shoul<?nha'lrstayed'1thp'boy he was GraPe-Nuts, which he relished at o®
rwivei- glow- ■ man; ' j He improved from the beginning.*
ladow on his fr - - - •
he pretty
"There's
trouble in
courted.”
the wind.’
Music is deludherin'. ye ’ll hear the peo-
ple say.
The more they be deludhered then the
better is their case;
I would sooner miss my dhrink than
never hear a fiddle piav
And since Hughle up an' left us this
has 1" »n another place,
?en
time to
An' I knew he sung
winter robin can.
But that’s not the way!—oh. I'd feel my
heart grow light again,
Hughie, if I'd hear you at
ant Summer Rain.”
ran
iJ he
ace before his
for sorrow as a
Ould
sweet
ail come
Listenin' for
- Moira O'Nc
tunes, sure my
right again,
an hour. I'd
in.
he "Pleas-
wrong ’ud
forget th*
feel o’ pain.
ill in the January McClure's
eczema disappeared and now b*
fat and rosy, with a ddlgbtfillf1
clear skin. ' The Grape-Nuts d»« ‘
It. I will willingly answer aU
quiries.” Name given by Posta* v
Battle Creek, Mich.
There’s a reason. R**d
. book. “The Road to *eHvUl«. f
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