THE CHASE OF THE GINGERBREADMAN.

Once, when a baker in FairyvilleWas making cakes, as bakers will,He made and put by itself in a panA dear little, queer little, gingerbread man.

By and byP when the cakes were brown,He opened the oven, when nimbly downHopped the queer little man and; blinking his

eyes.Called ont to ¿he baker, who stared in sur¬

prise :

: "Bun, run, fast as you can!Can't catch me, little gingerbread mani"The baker ran, his wife ran, too,And puss started. up with a brave "Meow

meow!" .

Old-Rover rau with a gruff *'Bowwow !"followed by Brindle, the staid old cow.

The horse broke put of the barn with a neigh.But he heard the echo from far away :

"Bun,, run, îast as you can ICan't catch me, little gingerbread man!"

Mairand woman, horse and cow,Dog and cat. were after him now,.But noué conld ran as' fast as he, tAnd over his shoulder he called in glee:"Run, ran fast as you can ICant catch me, little gingerbread man!''

But; a wolf crept out of the woods at last,And wolves, he knew,, could run so fast,Yet -ho hurried on and bravely cried,Just as the wolf bounded up by bis side :

""Bun, run, iast as you can!Can't catch me, little gingerbread man!"

The great gray wolf took a bite, just one-The ginge*, oread man was one-fourth gone.A second bite took him up to the waist-Just half-was gone and 'twas only a taste. -

Still another bite took bim up to the throat,And now three-fourths was gone, you'll note.Then he swallowed the head, as away he ran.And that wai; th? last of the gingerbread man.

-Ella M. Nïime in Ladies' Home Journal.

I THE AMPIMRA. I.1 !¿ A Weird Talé of a Once £

'

\ ¿; Buried City. ^? .

Then to tita'lip'of this poor'earthen urn

! I leaned, the secret ofmy life to learn.And, lip to lip.it murmured," "While you live,Drink, for once dead, you never shall re¬

turn."-Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

"Padrone!"'-Signor I**?"Give we your beat wine and your

eaaiest chair. I can testify that thereis nothing more fatiguing, more parch¬ing to the throat than a few hoers*walk through Pompeii. "

"Whatever you wish, signor-red orwhite wine, Falemian, Caprian, Lacry¬mal Christi? My cellar is noted for ita

. stores, and might compete with thewine.cellars of the ancients.""Bah I W;hy don't you say at once

; that you even have dome of the oldPx>mpeiian wine;" '/-

l "And why notV* "Doubtless it dates from the. timesbf Cicero or Pliny the younger. '.'.,Y vWines, like hooks, have their ca¬

reer.'"' v" Ter Bacco, ' padrone, you are sur¬

prisingly familiar with your authors,and you,know how to apply your knowl¬edge. Perhaps you will next offer me an

amphora, like those used hy Pliny theelder on his fleet at the time pf the ter¬rible Vesuvius eruption, in which be

-* loethislife:"The landlord, a large man, with the

head of a Homan emperor, short, curlyhair, and triple chin- in heavy folds,smiled in a knowing way at his guest'sspeech. He left him, with a gesture im-

- posiDg patience, and his wide shouldersdisappeared down the dark stairway.

Left alone, the traveler, Louis B., a

young architect about 30 years of age,'threw himself into a seat, depositingon the table the long botanist's case

which be had worn suspended from hisshoulder.- Taking out of it very care¬

fully one of those little gray, ashy liz¬ards which swarm among the Pompeiianruins, be placed it under a glass.The little animal, at first benumbed

by its confinement, gradually revived.After having made the circuit of itsnew prison several times it stoppedshort and fixd its brilliant and piercingeyes upon its captor.

. The young architect, in the semi-twilight of the room, locked at it ab¬stractedly. His thoughts had traveledfar away from the inn. Once more hswas traversing the avenue of sepul¬chers, the fashionable promenade of an¬

cient Pompeii. A sudden whim whilethere had impelled him to grasp thetiny lizard,. jost as it was gliding

v through one of the openings in the sideof the tomb of Na?vcleia Tyche, whenthe black shadows of *fcc-¡ tombs layheavy on the burning stones.The landlord returned, carefully hold¬

ing a small amphora of classic outline.-The neck was wrapped around withlinen and parchment, tied with a pur¬ple cord and stamped with a large seal,so as to hermetically close it He slylywinked as he placed it before the trav¬eler, saying :

"What doyou think of this, signor ?'Louis took the amphora to examine it.The original red hue of the clay hav¬

ing grown paler with age, bore some

resemblance to the color of Vesuvianlava, and retained, as it were, the pal¬lor of the sepulcher. In some places itssubstance had slightly crumbled, as ifworn by. the friction of centuries.With a sort of admiring respect the

young man gazed at this resuscitatedrelic of the past, which had risen fromits grave in the ages. A half effacedinscription ran in relief across the mid¬dle of the jar. Although some lettershad completely disappeared und therewere some abbreviations, he. succeededin reconstructing and deciphering it, so

that he read:M. SPVBIO CONS.

ANN. DCCCXXXL A. V. COffiCVBVM.

Which doubtless meant, being inter¬preted, that under the consulate of Mar¬cus Spurlos, the eight hundred andthirty-first year of the Roman era andthe year 79 of the Christian era-thatie, the very year of the dread eruptionwhich entombed Pompeii, wine ofCecuba, a wondrous product, sung by^every poet, had been inclosed ia thiaamphora.Wine of Cecuba, co-eval with the

Empero Titus!What was perhaps most noticeable

and peculiar was the seal, in the im¬pression of which on the crushed waxcould be traced, beneath two outspread-winga of graceful design, the Greekword, "Zoe" (life). Perhaps a tributeto the wine's revivifying qualities, per¬haps only a superstitious emblem.The amphora appeared to be genuine,

and the seal was intact."Where does this come from ?""From the wine cellar of the odile

Pansa, a connoisseur. "

"It is really a very cuneras cusoerv."""Rarer yet in this. It is stül full"Would you have roe believe ii

wine of Cecuba 1,800 years old ?" aslLouis, laughing."Why not?""Absurd 1""Listen 1" The landlord shook 1

amphora, and they heard the gurgliof the liquid within.

"Is this a trick? How is it tliVesuvius itself did not dry it np?"

"Pompeii was engulfed and buri«but not burned."

"That does not sufficiently expiait."

" 'Chi lo sa?' I don't try to expiait. I hear the wine murmur in its pron. Will yon try it ? It was too taitoo crude for the aedile Pansas, but fyon it is just at the right stage."

"No, indeed. I should not care fits flavor of pitch, its resinous arom

picatnm, as said the Pompeiians, andwould much prefer the growth of yo'own vineyard, the black, sweet winwarmed by the heat of the sun and tlvolcano. It is rather heavy, hut palatble I don't feel much confidencethis fossil Cecuba.""Yon are wrong.""Come, my hos*, if I were inclini

to be superstitions" I should distrnyon and your wine. No sooner do I ai

for such an impossible wine than yebring it, and in an amphora, ov<

which at this very moment, I have i

doubt, is hovering the snirit of the eldiPliny.""At least, signor, you might tasi

it."Irreverently breaking the inviolai

seal, the landlord removed the wrappinaround the amphora's month, skimmeoff the drop of oil, which protected tiliquor from contact with the air, theihanding an antique goblet to his gneshe filled it with half the contents of thamphora, the famous Cecuba wine, ar,

smilingly withdrew.Louis watched him without remor

strance. He held the cup np before hieyes, and, in spite of his incredulity acmired the ruby red color of the winewith a burned topaz sparkle, as thsun shone through it. .

But no sooner had the wine passehis lips than a sudden heat, as of liqui'fire, ran through his veins, a subtlex a la tion rose to his brain.The goblet, falling from his hand

struck and broke the glass in which thlizard was confined. Instead of escaping, it glided with the swiftness o

lightening along the neck of the amphora and disappeared within it without being perceived by Louis, entrance*in reverie.» . . . . *. *

"Zoe!" suddenly exclaimed a clea:and melodious voice.

Louis started, woke, drew his hamacross his eyes and stared at the spofrom which the voice seemed to come.

The room was now in darkness, sav<for a fading glimmer of the sun's lasray, and cut cf this vague twiligbithere glided toward him the slenderform of a young and marvelously beautiful woman.*'How came you here?" he asked ii

bewilderment."Dreamerl" murmured the younj

girl, laying her white, jeweled hancupon his and gazing softly into h iieyes.Through the silken waves of her jet-

black hair, smooth as satin, perfumedwith rarest essences, was drawn a whitefillet, like the line of a silver stream inthe darkness of the night. The netwhich enfolded them sparkled withpearls and brilliant shells. Her roundedchin, touched with a soft dimple, thestraight classic nose, the voluptuouscurve of the lips, were modeled on thelines of an antique cameo.The long gray cloak in which the fair

unknown was enveloped half concealeda white garment, the long tunic or

stola, which gave her the appearanceof some ancient Pompeiian beauty,spared by. the centuries, rescued fromthe lava of Vesuvius.But what perplexed him more than

her strange costume was to recognizein the gleaming eyes of the young wom¬an a familiar glance whose sparkle hadonce before shone into his, but yet hecould not recall where he had ever seen

her."I am called Naevoleia Tyche," said

she in clear, musical accents,The architect started in astonish¬

ment."Naevoleia Tyche, the freed woman

of Jnlia?""Yes.""The beloved of Caius Munatius

Faustus?""I am she.""Today I looked at and admired your

tomb. Tell me, are you dead or living ?""Listen!" And her voice was touched

with a tender melancholy. "That tomb.I built while living for myself and forCains Faustus, to whom the decurionshad awarded the honors of the bisel-linm, and I hoped some day to findthere eternal rest. The gods willed itotherwise. Often, returning from myevening drives, before entering thetown* I passed and looked with pride atmy superb mausoleum, on which werecarved my own features and form. Butwho remembers now the beautiful andadored Naevoleia Tyche, who now wouldknow her in her new shape, who now

could distinguish her from her countlesscompanions?"

Dazzled by the beauty of the Pom¬peiian, bewitched by h'ir entrancingvoice and unable in his bewilderedmind to distinguish clearly betweenthe boundaries of past and present, hetried in vain to comprehend the mys¬tery of her strange words.

"Either I am dreaming or else this! wine has intoxicated me and I havelost my senses," he murmured."Wretch, thi3 is not a dream!""Why do you reproach me?""In vain did I try to flee. In vain

did I struggle. Your cruel hand seizedme just as I ventured one moment fromthe cold and gloomy refuge of my tombinto the bright sunshine and was run¬

ning across the stones, still warm withthe kisses of Phcebue."

"The lizard 1" And the young man,

aghast, now recognized the eyes whichhad pierced his through the glass oftheir prison.

"I see, like many others, you do notknow the secret cf our metempsychosis,and you are ignorant of the mysteriousrevelations of Pythagoras. Not all ofus perished at the time of the catas¬trophe. Venns protected her childrenfrom the anger of the infernal deitiesand changed us into lizards. I was

saved, with many others, but. mv

Ililli Ililli lill í I ?????Ililli ll !? Il i Billilli III.?

dwellirjg being destroyea, i suagao reu-

nge in the tomb I had built.""Forgive me, Naevoleia!""Nay, I would no* punish you for

this ignorance, since, unwittinglythrough it, you have learned of our ex¬

istence. ""Your generosity overwhelms me.""And now to our reconciliation,

drink once more of the life givingwine," said she, smiling in her seduc¬tive way and filling the architect's cup.

"I drink," he said, "to the Pom¬peian Venns, to beauty and to grace! Idrink to the divine, the lovely NeavoleiaTyche I"He quaffed his cup, and on his brow

he felt th« soft touch of the fair one'slips.* . * . . * *

At daybreak .the first rays of the sun

fell ripon Louis asleep with his head on

the table. Beside bim on the floor laythe remains of a broken amphora of an¬

tique shape.Waking from his stupor, he passed

his band across his brow and lookedaround him 'anxiously, us if seekingthe presence of another person. But hewas alone with a broken jar, of whichat that moment he remembered nothing.The cool breeze ronsed him further

as the landlord opened the door.He looked questioningly at his guest."Have I been asleep here?" said

Louis in confusion."It was your wish to sleep here,

signor.""What wine was that yon gave me,

padrone?""A famous one and rare.""Say rather a magic philtre. My

brain is still confused. ""I did not know that it was so

heady, signor.""Why, it was like drinking liquid

fire.""Well, just think, signor! Wine of

79, the year of the eruption!"-Fromthe French For Short Stories.

The Conscience Fund."God knows the donor and his sin,"

was the line accompanying a note ad¬dressed to the treasurer of the UnitedStates at Washington and containingthree crisp $1,000 bills. The money wasturned into the "conscience fund."

It is not generally known that sucha fund exists; yet, although it is notvery important, it is a regular sonrce

for the government. It is supplied by a

certain class of people abnormally hon¬est. A man whose ideas of the nicetiesof conscience amount to insanity de¬cides that in some manner or other Lehas defrauded Uncle Sam. He imme¬diately incloses the amount in an envel¬ope and sends it to the treasury. Theexcuses given and the manners of sign¬ing are humorous in the extreme. Yetit is evident that the contributors are

in sober earnest.It has been calculated that if this

disease should become epidemic theamount on hand in the treasury wouldexceed the output ty some $2,000,000,-000 per annum. A man who will do thegovernment full and exact justice is so

exceedingly scarce that the above mem¬bers of the conscience fund are lookedupon as little less than lunatics.-Cin¬cinnati Enquirer.

Piling: Wood While Governor."Uncle Dick" Oglesby was honest;

himself and he believed in making oth¬er people be sc, just so far as it laywithin hia power. The principle of thething appealed to him, and a false rulehe despised. In 1865, when he was gov¬ernor for the first time, he ordered 10cords of firewood from a farmer, whowas to cord the wood up in the govern¬or's yard. The governor watched untilthree cords had been piled. Then hecould stand it no longer, and, walkingup to the farmer, he said:"You are piling that wood too loose¬

ly. By the time you get it piled you'llbe giving me eight cords for 10. Now.mind you, I won't pay for it."The farmer, evidently disgusted at

being told how to do his own work, an¬

swered that he guessed he knew how tocord wood as well as anybody, and chal¬lenged the governor to do it better if hecould. That "Uncle Dick" would takehim at his word evidently never occur¬red to him, but it wasn't the first timethe good old gentleman had cordedwood, and, governor or no governor,out he went. When the farmer hadbrought the wood all in "Uncle Dick"corded every stick of it over again andgot it into eight cords. Then he madethe farmer bring in two cords more.-Chicago Chronicle.

Following: Advice.

Father-Don't you think it abouttime. Fred, to be doing something foryourself ?Son-Tell you bow it is, dad. You

have always told me not to follow thecrowd, you know, and, as every profes¬sion seems to be overcrowded, of courseI have kept out of all of them.-BostonTranscript.

tvoMO Than Dynamite."One of the strangest accidents in

my experience, " said a boiler expert,"occurred a few years ago at a smallsawmill town over in Texas. They hada narrow gauge road on which logawere hauled by a pony locomotive. Oneday the two forward wheels of the littlemachine jumped the track, and the crewof seven men went out to jack it intoplace. As the engine stood it had a cantforward, which threw all the water inthe boiler to the front end, and as therewas a lively fire in the box it soon gotthe other end redhot. This trifling cir¬cumstance was overlooked by the crew,who proceeded calmly with the jacking,six of theji working at the sides andone lying flat on his stomach under therear trucks.

"As the engine slowly assumed a

horizontal position the water ran backto the redhot portion, and, bang, thowhole thing disappeared in space. Thesix men also disappeared. They were

distributed in small sections over atleast ten acres, and there wasn't enoughTjft of either engine or crew to make a

respectable souvenir. While this disin¬tegration was in progress the man whohad been lying flat on his stomach was

experiencing the surprise of his life. Hehad heard a hideous clap of thunder,and when he looked up, lo and behold,he was all by his lonely. His comradesand the pony locomotive, which was

but just then standing over his back,had vanished like a dream. He was

whollv unhurt."-New Orleans Times-

- Son-Papa, what (lo you call youroffice ? Editor-The sanctum sancto¬

rum. Son-Then I suppose mamma'sis a spaokum spanktorum, isn't it.

AN OLD SOCIAL FEUD.A QUARREL THAT PLAYED A BIG PAR

IN NATIONAL POLITICS.

It Started Soon After Jackson Wa

Elected President and Saibxeqncnt-ly Indirectly Resulted In the Forsnatloii of thc 'Whig' Party.

An exciting quarrel between a presi¬dent and chieftains of his party begansoon after Jackson went to the WhiteHouse. In thia feud Calhoun waa theprincipal figure on the anti-Jacksonside. The quarrel was inciter! by tno

causes-Jackson's discovery that Cal¬houn, who was secretary of war in Mon¬roe's cabinet, was hostile t<: .i.-'i:ïi.-..»!iduring the Florida wai I- M.:**r>-'sdays, and the refusal cf ; : <'.' \Lbunand those of the merni .**?.- i.f .1 ;

son's caibnot in 1829 to recogniz/ MrsEaton, wife of Jackson's secretary ur

war, socially.The origin of the social war which

changed factors in politics and indirect¬ly resulted in the formation of the Whigparty was this:John H Eaton, a personal friend of

Jackson, was appointed by Jacksonsecretary of war and took his seat in thecabinet in March, 1829, on Jackaon'aentrance into the White House. Eatona few months earlier married Mrs. Tim-berlake, whose maiden name was Mar¬garet L. O'Neill (commonly called Peg¬gy 'ONeill), a woman of great beauty,of some accomplishments and of un¬

bounded ambition.She was the daughter of a Washing¬

ton tavern keeper. Gossip had beenfree with ber name during her weddedlife with Timberlake, and when, afterEaton's marriage to her and the intelli¬gence that he was to be a member ofthe cabinet reached the public, some ofJackson's friends told him that Eaton'sentrance into the cabinet would cause

some embarrassment to the administra¬tion.

Jackson, who was creditably slow tobelieve anything ill of a woman, re¬

sponded that Mrs. Eaton was not to bein the cabinet. He made it known tohis^personal friends immediately afterthe administration began that he de¬sired that Mrs. Eaton should be accord¬ed all the courtesies to which her sta¬tion entitled her.The wife of Vice President Calhoun

and the wives of all the members of thecabinet who had any wives .refused torecognize Mrs. Eaton. Jackson took npher cause with his usual energy, andthe question entered politics. Van. Bu¬ren, the secretary of state, had no wife(he was a widower). He had no daugh¬ters. He was thus free to extend to Mrs.Eaton the conventional courtesies,whichhe did with the dignity and grace forwhich he was noted.

This made Van Bnren's political for¬tune. There had been keen rivalry be¬tween Calhoun and Van Buren previous¬ly for the succession to Jackson in thepresidency. The Democratic party was

invincible, and the man who got thepresidential candidacy was certain ofelection. Jackson WR.I the party's dic¬tator. Calhoun, by his position as vicepresident and by his prominence in the_party, was popularly believed to standnext in line to Jackson.

In the first year or two of Jackson'sfirst term Jackson's feeble health was

thought to be a barrier in the way ofhis acceptance of a nomination for a

second term, and Calhoun waa popular¬ly supposed to be. his political heir." Thediscovery, through the Crawford dis¬closures, of the unfriendliness of Cal¬houn for Jackson in 1818, in the Mon¬roe cabinet, and the quarrel which theMrs. Eaton incident brought, destroyedthis hope. Van Buren's championshipof Mrs. Eaton's cause endeared him toJackson.Van Bnren's call upon Mrs. Eaton at

her residence had mighty political con¬

sequences. Like the shot of the "embat¬tled farmers" at Concord bridge, thesound of the silver knocker touched atMrs. Eaton's door by Martin Van Burenwas heard round the world, or at leastround that part of the world comprisedin the United States.As a result of the Peggy O'Neill war

(supplemented in Calhoun's case by theCrawford disclosures) Calhoun was shutout from the presidency, was dwarfedfrom a national into a sectional figure,and his brooding over bia effacementprobably assisted in inciting that sys¬tem of political philosophy out of whichresulted secession and civil war.Eaton and Van Buren resigned in

April, 1831, in order to facilitate a

general reconstruction of the cabinetwhich would free Jackson from thehusbands of the wives who had disre¬garded his Eaton ukase-especially ofIngham, secretary of the treasury;Branch, secretary of the navy, andBerrien, attorney generaLThe country was convulsed, a large

fragment of the Democratic party was

cast off and united with the elementswhich founded the Whig party, threeyears later, and that party received a

strength which it would not otherwisehave gained at the outset.-St. LouisGlobe-Democrat.How Webster Evaded the Question.G. F. Seward, formerly United Sta tes

consul general at Shanghai and minis¬ter at Peking, tells the following amus¬

ing story of Shanghai in the good olddays:"A predecessor of mine at Shanghai,

having on his hands 100 or more re¬

fractory sailors and no prison, sent thewhole lot to tho native governor to beconfined. They staid there a littlewhile and then marched out of the pria-on and down the river road in front ofthe consul's office, each one bearing onhis shoulder a pole which he had takenout of the prison stockade. The consulwroto about the case to the secretary ofstate, giving the facts and urging uponhis attention the disgrace attending thesituation. He got his answer:

.'I have received your dispatch of-date. In?writing to thia department hereafter please usocap paper, leaving a margin one inch wide allaround. Yours respectfully,

"DANIEL WEBSTER.'*

CASTOR IAFor Infants and Children.

The Kind You Have Always BoughtBears the

Signature of

- There is an establishment inParis, France, for the sale of water

from the River Jordan for baptism.

Thc Most Notable Landinar£»The grea test extent of the earth's OTT-

face which can be seen from one spotdepends on two circumstances-first,the elevation above the sea level, and,secondly, the absence of intervening ob¬stacles such as may obstruct the line ofsight.The point that best satisfies these con¬

ditions is the Nevada of Cayambe, a

peak on the line of the equator in thenorth of the Andes, rising 19,535 feetabove tbe sea.

This has been described by travelersas the most notable landmark in theworld. It commands from its positionthe whole valley of the Amazon, andthe view in this direction, over lowlying country, is absolutely unlimitedexcept by the horizon.

It has an equal range toward thenorthwest, and its line of view stretchesright across the gulf of Panama.Though the country toward the south ismountainous, it encounters no higherpeak.

It is only toward the southwest thatits view crosses Chimborazo, which ishigher, hut is surrounded on al) sidesby high peaks, and consequently doesnot embrace so wide an extent of coun¬

try.-Kansas City Times.

The Right Kind.

Everybody has heard of PresidentLincoln's reply when asked the ques¬tion, "How long ought a man's )egs tobe?" that he had "always thought a

man's legs ought to be long enough toreach from his body to the ground."Somewhat similar was the answer

given by a farmer who went to townone windy day in March. Seeing severalmen chasing their hats along the streetat a considerable sacrifice of dignity,, heremarked:

"If them fellers had the right kind ofheads, they wouldn't havenosuch trou¬ble as that. "

"Do you have the right kind of bead,uncle?" inquired a bystander.

"Yes.""Don't your hat never blow off?','"Never.""Well, what is the right kind?" be

was asked by several."Why," rejoined the old farmer,

"the right kind of a head is one you kinpush up into a hat fur enough to holdit on tight."There was mere in his answer than

appeared on the surface. The right kindof head is one of the great needs ofmany of us.-Detroit Free Press.

Surprised br Filipino Gentility.

"Speaking of the oft repeated state¬ment that the Filipinos are a very de¬graded, ignorant and uncivilized people,reminds me of a night I spent at a Fili¬pino club," said Charles L. Jowett ofNew Albany. "I was invited to attendthe opening of the club. I had not beenin Manila long and everything was newto me. Out of curiosity I accepted theinvitation and went to the function inmy everyday duds, not dreaming butthat it would be a very rude and coarse;if not comical, affair.

"Well, I want to tell you that I wascompletely surprised. The guests droveup in carriages and the men were allattired in black clothes with white ties,and a good many were in full dress at¬tire. And, by George, if it isn't a factthat several of them carried crush operahats. I was the pcorest dressed man inthe lot, but they all treated me withthe greatest consideration, and I foundthem a polite and cultivated set of peo¬ple. Of course they were the cream ofthe Filipinos, but the fact that the racecan evolve such creditable exponentsshows that as a people they are capableof development."-Indianapolis Jour¬nal. '

Bird«' Egßs."Birds' eggs differ in shape as well

as they do in color," said a well knownornithologist to a reporter recently."For instance, the eggs of the owl fam¬ily are almost spherical and are thuseasily moved by the parent bird in herdesire to secure an equal amount ofwarmth to each during the time ofbatching. As she nests in a hole thereic" no fear whatever of any of her clutchroiling away and being smashed."On the other hand, the guillemot,

which nests, or*rather lays her eggs on

flat, bare rocks in high, exposed lati¬tudes, lays a single egg so elongatedand curiously shaped that when stirredby a violent gust of wind or the bird'ssudden flight it does not roll away, butsimply spins around on its axis like a

top."In the case of plovers, snipes and

other birds that lay four large eggs, theeggs narrow so rapidly toward thesmaller end thai four of them in a nestpractically form a square, thus enablingthe bird to cover them the more effec¬tually. "-Washington Star.

Falling Star und a Popnlar lihyme.It is a well known fact that Indian

women often make the finest artists'models. A very interesting one is Fall¬ing Star, who in summer lives on theshores of Rainbow lake in the Adiron¬dacks and in winter spends her time inNew York posing for artists, teachingbasket work to children in kindergar¬tens and selling Indian merchandise.Falling Star says that when she was a

papoose they strapped her on to a littlecarved board that was made soft by a

rabbit's skin. It is doubtless this cus¬

tom of the Indians t lat inspired theoft used rhyme: "By-lo Baby Bunting 1Papa's gone a-hunting to get a littlerabbit's skin to wrap his Baby Buntingin."

A Powerful Speaker.The Birmingham (Ala.) Daily News

speaks thus of Booker T. Washington'srecent address before an exclusive whitemen's club of that city: "For 1}«>hcurs the speaker held the audienceand.held it well. His wit was at times,superbly brilliant. He received more

applause than any speaker who hasibeen in Birmingham in years. The!force of truth was in him, and that isthe secret of his power."J. Sheer, Sedalia, Mo., conductor

on electric street car line, writes thathis little daughter was very low withcroup, and, her life saved after allphysicians had failed, only by usingOne Minute Cough Cure. EvansPharmacy.- The invalid realizes that he is on

the high road to recovery when he sees

the doctor's bill.- Occasionally a man knows a good

thing when he sees it, but most men

are too dignified to recognize it.

Thoughts.

If I were to pray for a taste whichshould stand me under every varietyof circumstances, and be a source ofhappiness and cheerfulness to me

through life, and a shield against itsills, however thiûgs might to amissand the world frown upon me, it wouldbe a taste for reading. Give a man

this taste, and the means of gratifyingit, and you can hardly fail of makinghim happy. You make him a denizenof all nations, a contemporary of allages.-Sir J. Herschel.

A Durwaish in his prayer said: "0God. show kindness toward the wicked,for on the good thou hast already be¬stowed kindness enough by haviDgcreated them virtuous !"-Saadi.

"Women are always wild for a change.In the face of danger the heart is

roused, and in the exaltation of deter¬mination forgets its pain. It is thelong monotony of dangerless days thattries the spirit hardest.-ConstanceFennimore Woolton, in "Anne."

No summer ever came back, and no

two summers ever were alike. Timeschange and people change ; and if our

hearts do not change as readily, so

much the worse for us.-NathanielHawthorne,

Like a piece of tireless machinerymoved about the house at the never-

ending succession of petty drudgerieswhich wear the heart and soul out ofso many wives and mothers, makinglife to them a pilgrimage from stoveto pantry, from pantry to cellar andfrom cellar to garret-a life that dead¬ens and destroys, coarsens and nar¬

rows, till the flesh and bones are

warped to the eiipression of the wrong¬ed and cheated 30ul.-Selected.

The contaminating effect of deedsoften lies less in the commission thanin the consequent adjustment of our

desires-the enlistment of our self in¬terest on the sides of falsity.- GeorgeEliot, in "Romola."

- "Pa, what's" a liberal education?""I guess it's one of them kind yourbrother Tom's gittin' now. He's so

blame liberal with my money that Idunno whether there will be any leftor not. when you git ready to go to

college".- She-"A doctor in Berlin, after

a great deal of study, has discoveredthat married men live longer thanbachelors." He (imploringly)-"Savemy life!" She (joyously)-"Oh. Clar¬ence, how did you guess that I lovedyou?"- The French statistician, Dr.

Livrier, says that half of "all humanbeings die before 17 ; that only one

person in 10,000-lives to be 100 yearsold, and that only one person out ofevery 1,000 lives to be 60."What's in a name?" The word

"bitters" does not always indicatesomething harsh and dir agreeable.Prickly Ash Bitters, is proof of this.It cleanses, strengthens and regulatesthe system thoroughly, yet it is so

pleasant the most delicate stomachwill not object to it. Sold by EvansPharmacy.- Each day of the week has served

as a day of rest somewhere-Sundayamong Christians, Monday with theGreeks, Tuesday with the Persians,Wednesday with the Assyrians, Thurs¬day with the Egyptians, Friday withthe Turks, and Saturday with theHebrews.- In Japan most of the horses are

shod with straw. Even the clumsiestof cart horses wear straw shoes, which,in their cases, are tied around theankle with straw rope, and are madeof the ordinary rice straw, braided so

as to form a sole for the foot abouthalf an inch thick.For frost bites, burns, indolent

sores, eczema, skin diseases, and es¬

pecially Piles, DeWitt's Witch HazelSalve stands first and best. Look outfor dishonest people who try to imi¬tate and counterfeit it. It's their en¬

dorsement of a good article. Worth¬less goods are not imitated. Get De-Witt's Witch Hazel Salve. EvansPharmacy.- A great proportion of the cu¬

cumber pickles used in the east are

grown in one Maine county. Over 160acres are given up to pickle growingin the vicinity of the town of Camden.The crop is a profitable one, usuallyyielding an income of $100 to $150 an

acre.- "Have you ever experienced the

excitement of being aroused fromsleep in a house at night when it wason fire?" "No, but I have severaltimes gone through the excitementupon my wife's announcement of herbelief that the baby had swallowed herthimble."

I have been a sufferer from chronicdiarrhoea ever since the war and haveused all kinds of medicines for it. Atlast I found one remedy that has beena success as a cure, and that is Cham¬berlain's Colic, Cholera and DiarrhoeaRemedy.-P. E. GRISHAM, GaarsMills, La. For sale by Hill-Orr DrugCo.- An Indiana youth of Vd has lo3t

his third wife by divorce. At 14 hemarried a girl of 12 by parental con¬

sent and treated her so badly that themarriage was annulled. His treat¬ment of the next two was no better,and for the third time he is a grasswidower.

- "l am afraid, Bobby," said hißmother, "that wheo I tell your papawhat a naughty boy you've been to¬

day, that he will punish you." "Haveyou got to tell him?" asked Bobbyanxiously. "Ob, yes; I shall tell himimmediately after dinner." The lookof concern upon Bobby's face deepen¬ed, until a bright thought struck him."Well, ma," he said, "give him a bet¬ter dinner than usual. You might dothat much for me."As the season of the year when

pneumonia, la grippe, sore throat,coughs, colds, catarrh, bronchitis andlung troubles are to be guarded against,nothing "is afine substitute," will''answer the purpose," or is "just as

good" as One Minute Cough Cure.That is the one infallible remedy forall lung, throat or bronchial troubles.Insist vigorously upon having it if"something else" is offered you.Evans Pharmacy.- It is stated that the merchandise

carried hy rail in the United States isdouble the amount of land carriage ofall the other nations of the earth com¬

bined. This means that the 70,000,-000 people of the United States trans¬

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the remaining 1,400,000,000 of man-

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j Every! Monthf there are thousands of wo-

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comes toor often - sometimes not, often

enough-sometimes the flow istoo scant, and again it is too

v profuse. Each symptom showsf that Nature needs help, and£ that there is trouble in the or-À gans concerned. Be careful\ when in any of the above cön-f ditions. Don't take any andà every nostrum advertised ' toÀ cure female troubles.

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