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The Catch of <br />the Season. <br />By CECILY ALLEN. <br />Copyright, 1017, by 11. C' Yarcells. <br />"Wint, if you don't sit down a <br />quiet you'll be overboard in a m <br />I've warned you two or three <br />now, and I'm through." <br />"Talk about being quiet," said <br />"You have clacked incessantly, 1 <br />sitting hen, ever since I threw my <br />line. No wonder we don't get a b <br />\Vint Miller turned around to to <br />his friend ,lack Barnes, lighting <br />' pipe meanwhile. <br />"All right, you clumsy old thin <br />know what i'nt talking about," grl <br />Jack. "You mute about in this <br />row -boat as if it was an ocean g <br />steamer. Look to your line there <br />Wint turned suddenly at the met <br />of the long awaited bite. Plums <br />might be, but lack lined his chum <br />because he was clumsy and alw <br />needed his help.' The turn was f <br />Wint lost his balance, his foot slit <br />on the wet bottom of the boat, <br />backward he trent for a cold and <br />expected dip. Fortunately the w <br />was only five feet deep, and W <br />head appeared above the water i <br />second. pipe in mouth and the tire <br />going. <br />"Curses on you, Jack Barnes! <br />did that purposely. and you'll pay <br />this," gWrowled int as he tried <br />climb aboard. <br />Jack's convulsions of laughter <br />not help matters much, and when <br />did stop for a moment it was only <br />heap coals of tire upon 1Yiut's <br />head. <br />"My fault! Well. I like that, - <br />old landlubber. I told you to k <br />quiet, but you knew it all. Now <br />day's fishing is spoiled, and I can s <br />home aril nurse you. Climb *bot <br />and let's get home before you dere <br />the measles or whooping , ough." <br />It was a very sullen pair that <br />locked the door of their fishing lint <br />hour later. taint was shivering, a <br />Jack was muttering under his brea <br />They hunted in vain for dry clothes, <br />they hard come down only fur a day <br />two to rough it. Jack turned to I <br />friend with a helpless expression. <br />"Wint, there's only one thing to d <br />We'll have to pack up and go over <br />Uncle 1fill's and sec if they will to <br />you in. You're sneezing your heal o <br />now, and by morning you'll probab <br />have a nue ease of pneumonia. I ha <br />to do i1, for Aunt Fanny doesn't a <br />prove of 010 or m' friends either f <br />that matter." added Jack. <br />Again the pair started ori and tval <br />ed through the woods to a pretty litt <br />cottage set in among the pines. AuFanny Beal suet theta fist the pore <br />She was a woman who 1101d her Lea <br />high at all times, but just now <br />— seemed to be straighter than ever. <br />"So it's you. is it?" she said as Jac <br />extended his hand. "Who is this pe <br />son with you?" she added as sh <br />glanced at the figure of Wint, covere <br />with red stud and hatless. <br />"Oh. I say. Aunt fanny, be eas <br />We've hadan arrident. This is m <br />best fours,!• Mr. Winthrop Miller. II <br />fell overboard, and we've come o00 <br />to see if you wou't take us in for th <br />night u£ttil his clothes get dry <br />Where's Uncle Will? he'll under- <br />stand." <br />"Four uncle is iu town, and Belle <br />and I are alone. Blood is blood, and <br />you cannot ,levy your own. I'll take <br />you in for your mother's 05110.'' whined <br />Aunt F:tttny as she opened the door in <br />anything but a welcome manner. <br />"Never mind about Inc. Aunt Fan- <br />ny•" cheerily answered Jack as he saw <br />the door open for them. 'But Wint <br />must get tiry. He's caught a dreadful <br />col(!, I fear." <br />"He doesn't look exactly frail," sug- <br />gested Mrs. Beal as she glanced at <br />Wlnt's somewhat ample proportions. <br />"However. c._nne in and go up to your <br />uncle's room. I suppose you will leave <br />this evening. You knots we have no <br />spare room." she added lest they <br />should avail themselves of a night's <br />lodging. <br />Wint did not leave that evening nor <br />for many, many evenings thereafter. <br />At 5 o'clock that afternoon the doctor <br />was sent for. He looke4.tt the flush- <br />ed cheeks and the parched tongue. <br />He listened to the wheezing breath as <br />it came so hard and shook his head', <br />"We must have a nurse at once. <br />Mrs. Beal. The man Is very sick. He <br />must have care or he will die. I will <br />send a nurse and will call again later. <br />Good afternoon," and the doctor was <br />gone. <br />For weeks Wint hovered between <br />life and the great beyond. No one en- <br />tered the room but the nurse, the. doc- <br />tor and Isabelle Ileal, Jack's cousin. <br />She relieved t nurse, and sometimes <br />even the doctor would call her in to <br />give a few directions. Jack cattledown every day or jwo, but never was <br />allowed to see his chum. Slowly the <br />big man made his light, slowly his <br />eyes lost the glassy look, and finally <br />—the day came when the nurse was no <br />longerVneeded. Isabelle could manage <br />with Jack's help at night. <br />"I say, nurse," said Wint one day as <br />Isabelle sat reading to him, "I'm glad <br />that other nurse beat it. I like you <br />better." <br />"But you know I'm not really a <br />nurse at all, Mr. Miller," said Isabelle <br />as she blushed at the inferred compli- <br />ment. "I'nt Jack's cousin—Aunt Fan. <br />ny's daughter, you understand. But I <br />love Jack, and I'll do anything for his <br />friends," and she began to read again. <br />"Don't let's read any more," said <br />Wint. "Just let's talk. I don't care <br />whether you're a really truly nurse or <br />not. I—I like you 'cause you're you, <br />and maybe when your mother sees me <br />dressed like a white man she won't <br />think I'm suck a terror. I certainly <br />did look like a day laborer out o .a <br />job the afternoon I landed on the fr <br />porch." <br />"I know," said Isabelle as she laugh- <br />ed heartily and Laid down the book. <br />"It must have been so funny. Moth- <br />er's terribly proper, you know." <br />nd he <br />Mute. <br />times <br />Wint. <br />ike a <br />first <br />ite." <br />ok at <br />his <br />g. I <br />noel <br />little <br />oiug <br />!tion <br />y he <br />just <br />'ays <br />atal. <br />eed <br />and <br />ater <br />in is <br />ll a <br />still <br />You <br />for <br />to <br />did <br />he <br />to <br />wet <br />t'011 <br />cep <br />our <br />fay <br />ird <br />lop <br />011- <br />an <br />nd <br />111. <br />as <br />or <br />lis <br />0. <br />to <br />ke <br />ff <br />ly <br />to <br />P- <br />or <br />k- <br />le <br />nt <br />h. <br />it <br />k <br />r- <br />e <br />d <br />t-. <br />e <br />e <br />Days went on nee tills, and M <br />Beal was gradually won over to <br />enemy's camp. Every one who kn <br />Wint Miller loved him—loved him d <br />spite his careless, hapless ways, for h <br />kindly spirit and other things, b <br />mostly because he was he. In the da <br />that followed he had many nurses, <br />all the family took turns wheeling hi <br />across the roots so that he might ba <br />in the sunlight, but his happiest hou <br />were when Isabelle was in charge. <br />One afternoon as she patted the p <br />lows at the back of his chair and le <br />a glass of milk at his elbow he caug <br />the hand that had brought so man <br />comforts to hint during his illness. <br />"Won't you stay a little longer, Mb <br />Nightingale?" he pleaded as he hel <br />tightly to the hand. "I'm so lonely 1 <br />the twilight. Wait until Jack come <br />He's due in a few minutes now if tis <br />train isn't late—please," <br />"You old silly," said Isabelle as sh <br />sat on the window ledge with th <br />shadows encircling her. <br />"I wish you knew more about me, <br />said Mut. "I wish you would as <br />some of the fellows if I'm not a deceit <br />sort. You see, I've something to say t <br />you, but I can't until you know m <br />better. It would be like taking an un <br />fair advantage." <br />"Oh, but I know all about you al <br />ready," she said gayly, "Jack and <br />talk about you all the time." <br />He reached out and pulled her a lit <br />tie closer. <br />"I'm a clumsy old thing, as Jack al- <br />ways says, but there's nothing very <br />had about me, and I don't play this <br />sick trick very ofteu. You wouldn't <br />care for a life job of nursing, would <br />you?" He was holding the hand very <br />tightly now as she looked up at him <br />and said coyly: <br />"Ask me, why don't you?" <br />His arms were not very strong as <br />yet, but both of them went around the <br />girl as he drew her to his lips. <br />"Sweetheart," he whispered. <br />"Well, I'll be hanged, What Moller, <br />uone of that," sang out Jack as he <br />stood in the (loorway, grip in hand, as <br />he herd hurried from the train. "1 <br />brought you Clown here to fish, not to <br />teal all the preserves on the family <br />,l::ntation." <br />"Yes, Jack," said Wint as fie reached <br />out one free baud. "You brought me <br />down to fish, and I'm the champion, <br />for here in my arms is the catch of the <br />season, the best ever." <br />rs. <br />the <br />ew <br />Is <br />ut ut <br />ys <br />as <br />m <br />sk <br />rs <br />11- <br />ft <br />ht <br />v <br />s8 <br />d <br />n <br />s. <br />e <br />e <br />e <br />k <br />e <br />e <br />I <br />Saving the Bait. <br />"Fishing,^' said a man who lives near <br />us. "Why, I went fishing in Scotland <br />and caught the biggest string of eels <br />you can imagine. <br />"There is the tandem eel that you <br />have all heard of. When they go down <br />or up the stream from their quarters <br />for the winter or summer they go in <br />single tile, one behind the other, like <br />the primeval man. They leave exact- <br />ly six Inches of space between their <br />noses and the tall of the eel in front. <br />When an eel sees that the fellow ahead <br />is lengthening this space, he spring's <br />forward and, seizing the tall of the of- <br />fender in his mouth, pulls him back <br />into place. I dropped my hook down <br />right In front of a string of tandem <br />eels, and the bait was accepted, and I <br />jerked out the eel. The one behind, <br />seeing that the fellow ahead was run- <br />ning away, obeyed his instructions and <br />seized his tail to pull him back, and so <br />did the one behind, and so on to the <br />last one, and I pulled them out band <br />over hand till I had a great mass of <br />slippery eels about me."—Strand Mag- <br />azine. <br />Our First War Vessels. <br />The outbreak of the Revolutionary <br />war found the patriots without a navy. <br />Congress had to create one. Four mer- <br />chantmen were first purchased, hastily <br />equipped with guns and sent to sea as <br />cruisers, but their defects as war Wes- <br />sels soon became so apparent that con- <br />gress determined at once to set about <br />the building of a navy. On Oct. 3, <br />1775, congress ordered two cruisers <br />built, and on Dec. 13 the order was in- <br />creased to five thirty-two gun ships, <br />fire twenty-eight gun ships and three <br />twenty-four gun ships. They were to <br />be ready for the sea by the following <br />April. The names given to the thirteen <br />vessels were Boston, Congress, Effing- <br />ham, Delaware, Hancock, Montgomery, <br />Providence, Raleigh, Trumbull, Vir- <br />ginia, Warren, Washington and Ran- <br />dolph. These were the first war ves- <br />sels constructed in the United States. <br />The first commander in chief was Eze- <br />kiel Hopkins of Rhode Island, a young <br />brother of Congressman Stephen Hop- <br />kins. He was appointed to this high <br />office on Dec. 22, 1775. <br />Dickens and Thackeray. <br />In Mr. Layard's book, "A Great <br />l'unch Editor," is given Sbirley <br />Brooks' remetnbrance of Thackeray: <br />"What delightful English he wrote! <br />He knew this and was proud and said <br />that Dickens might be a great moral- <br />ist, but that he was the best gramma- <br />rian." Now, the curious thing, ob- <br />serves the London Chronicle, is that <br />Thackeray was a very shaky gramma- <br />rian and that the pages of "Penden- <br />nis" abound in weak collocations and <br />constructions, whereas the self edu- <br />cated Dickens was an almost infallible <br />grammarian. Not in his work shall <br />we find the unrelated and irresponsible <br />"and which" or the split infinitive or <br />anything of the kind. The vulgarism <br />of "aggravate" for "irritate," very com- <br />mon with him, but by no means pe- <br />culiar to him, was nearly his only <br />verbal crime. <br />Seemed Incomprehensible. <br />Mrs. Somer—What delicately con- <br />structed things these big steamships <br />are! Mr. Somer— Why do you say <br />that? Mrs. Somer—Just think of the <br />breaking of a screw disabling the <br />whole ship.—Philadelphia North Amer- <br />ican. <br />Poor Jones! <br />Missionary—Can you give me any <br />information about Deacon Jones, who <br />labored among your people three years <br />ago? Cannibal—Well, the last I heard <br />about him he had gone Into consump- <br />tion.—Judge, <br />A Spanish proverb declares that "a <br />papelitos (a paper cigar), a glass of <br />clear water and a kiss from a pretty <br />girt will sustain a man for a whole <br />d a t <br />Y. <br />DUPLEX ELEVATORS. <br />New System Permit* Express and <br />Local Cars to Run In Same Shaft. <br />An invention which, it Is asserted, <br />will revolutionize elevator service in <br />skyscraper buildings, causlug a saving <br />of space worth from $50,000 to $250,- <br />000 a year In augmented rents and <br />doubling the efficiency of the average <br />elevator plant, will be installed soon <br />by Architect Jarvis Hunt in several of <br />the largest office structures in Chicago <br />and New York. <br />The key to the invention is the oper- <br />ation of two elevators in one shaft <br />says the New York Herald, With the <br />practical devices to be used as equip- <br />ments for the cars the running of two <br />elevators In one shaft appears to be <br />just/as sate as the running of one ele- <br />vator car at present in the great sky- <br />scraper buildings of the world's most <br />progressive eines. <br />"We will take, for example, a build - <br />lug of twenty stories," said Mr, hunt. <br />In expiate' his invention. "The ex- <br />press els • Is nt the first floor:load. <br />lug; the ',oil elevator directly under- <br />neath It in the basement, not loaded. <br />As soon as the express or upper eleva- <br />tor is loaded it leaves and makes its <br />first stop at the tenth story. Mean- <br />while as soon as the express elevator <br />has (left the first floor the elevator <br />from the basement comes up to the <br />first floor and is loaded, and it leaves <br />the first floor at the same time the ex- <br />press elevator leaves the tenth. Now <br />they both travel up ten floors and <br />serve locally; then both travel down <br />ten floors, serving locally. The posi- <br />tions then are express elevator at tenth <br />floor, local at first. While the express <br />elevator is descending from the tenth <br />floor to the first the local elevator un- <br />loads at the first floor and drops into <br />the basement; then the express eleva- <br />tor unloads at the first. and the same <br />process Is repeated. . <br />"The upper elevator is newer delay- <br />sd. The lower elevator Is only delayed <br />while the upper elevator is loading o► <br />unloading, which In a two minute <br />,chedule would be about fourteen sec- <br />onds." <br />PURE AIR A NECESSITY. <br />Simple Test With a Lamp Shows Dan- <br />ger of Poor Ventilation. <br />The oxygen of the air is ns much <br />fuel to the flame as the oil in the lamp, <br />and pure air is as necessary a fodi, for <br />the body ns the foal eaten. The fact <br />that lack of oxygen preportionately ef- <br />fects both to the same degree has led <br />Professor F. H. King of the University <br />of 'Wisconsin to conduct a simple ex - <br />pertinent with n gntvanized iron box <br />and an oil lamp to show bow poorly <br />the flame burns in a badly ventilated <br />chs m Ler. <br />The box was provided with circular <br />windows which could be opened to any <br />HOW LACK OF OXYGEN AFFECTS FLAME. <br />degree welshed. With all windows open <br />and the ventilator in place the lamp <br />burned steadily at the normal size <br />shown by the line marked No. 1. As <br />gradually the ventilation was shut off <br />and the movement of air stopped the <br />flame began to dim until it had the <br />dimension shown by No. 4. With <br />screens placed on all the windows only <br />oxygen enough found its way Into the <br />box to barely keep the flame alight, as <br />shown by No. 5. <br />"Too few people realize the fact that <br />the volume of air we breathe each day <br />outweighs twofold the combined <br />weight of • dry and liquid foods we <br />co ume, -aye Professor King. <br />Thread From Paper. <br />Reference has been made to the <br />manufacture of paper ynru and paper <br />clothing in Germany. Now those Inde- <br />fatigable people are making thread <br />from the same material, The thread <br />is reported to be similar in texture to <br />cotton or silk and possessing great <br />strength. No details of the methal of <br />production are vouchsafed, but the <br />thread is said to be suitable for a va- <br />riety of purposes, being impervious to <br />damp and noninflammable. it is claim- <br />ed that the thread can be made at a <br />cost of 90 per cent below that of linen <br />and some 60 per cent less than that of <br />cotton. As will be seen, this would <br />make the manufacture of paper thread <br />very profitable if it could be brought <br />into general use. <br />Protection For Miners. <br />Workers in certain mines, as well as <br />in glass and mirror factories, are sub- <br />ject to injurious effects from the in- <br />halation of mercury vapors. An Ital. <br />Ian savant, Signor Tarugl, believes that <br />the property of aluminium to absorb <br />mercuric vapors may be utilized for <br />protection agains this anger, and he <br />has devised for the rpose a mask of <br />aluminium wire to be worn over the <br />face. Ills idea is that the air breathed <br />will be freed from the injurious vapors <br />through their absorption by the alu- <br />minium. <br />Readings Pig's Tail. <br />"Don't buy that pig," said the older <br />botcher hastily. <br />"Why not?" asked the younger man. <br />"Look at his tall," was the reply, <br />"See how loose it hangs, like the tail <br />of a rat. That Is a sign that the'anl- <br />mal is in bad health. <br />"You can rend a pig's condition by <br />its tail. The tighter it is curled the <br />litter is the pig. And when the tall <br />hangs straight, as this one does, the <br />pig ought to take to his bed and setnd <br />for the veterinary." — New Orleans <br />Times -Democrat <br />Cute Kid. <br />"But, Willie," said the bad boy's <br />mother, "didn't your conscience tell <br />you you were doing wrong?" <br />"Yee'm," replied Willie, "but, you <br />know, you told me not to believe ev- <br />erything I hear."—Houston Post. <br />H. Always Remembered, <br />A smile lurked at the corners of Mrs. <br />Lombard's mouth as she Itetened to <br />the plaint of the school friend whom <br />she had not seen for more than ten <br />years. "I'm afraid, dear," she said, <br />"you'll have to reconstruct some of <br />your plans. You see,'I married a for- <br />getful man too." <br />"Why, you told me not ten minutes <br />ago that your husband had never yet <br />forgotten your birthday or your wed- <br />ding anniversary," cried her friend, <br />"and you told me you'd been married <br />nearly eleven years! That's ever since <br />the year after father took us all <br />abroad," <br />"Yes" said Mrs. Lombard demurely, <br />"I have. That's a long time, isn't it? <br />But, you see, one thing was in my ta- <br />vor—I was born on the Fourth of <br />July. Mr. Lombard couldn't very well <br />forget the national holiday. And u <br />soon as I'd found out how forgetful he <br />was I decided to be married on an- <br />other holiday. <br />"I suppose as you were abroad you <br />didn't realize that the date of my wed- <br />ding was unusual—people aren't often <br />married on the 22d of February, I <br />think. But, you see, by a little ju- <br />dicious planning I've been saved the <br />necessity of reminding him about our <br />anniversary,"—Youth's Companion. <br />Sweetly Thoughtful. <br />The De Jones back lawn was a lawn <br />in name only. It was really an arld <br />desert—bald, so to speak—and in dry <br />weather 11 was always as dusty u a <br />motor track. To the astonishment of <br />Mrs. De Smythe, who lived next door, <br />she one day saw her devoted husband <br />turning the garden hose upon the De <br />Jones' "lawn." <br />"Well, I never!" she exclaimed. "i'm <br />sure I wouldn't trouble to lay the dust <br />in the De Jones' back yard. John, es- <br />pecially as they are such n hateful lot <br />of gossips. Small thanks you'll get for <br />your trouble anyway." <br />Hubby turned to his better halt with <br />a smile which told of mixed pleasure <br />and vindictiveness, <br />"That's all right, my dear. Tbetr <br />darling little Fido was washed snow <br />white this morning. Now he's out <br />there rolling about like a barrel and <br />rubbing the mud well Into his fleecy <br />cont. Trust your husband, my sweet, <br />for real. unadulterated thoughtful. <br />tress!"—London Scraps. <br />Women and "Sport." <br />When a big shoot takes place In the <br />coverts near one of our country houses <br />the occasion is made a sort of society <br />gathering. The ladles of the house <br />party grace it with their presence, and <br />other ladles of the neighborhood are <br />glad to be allowed the honor of such <br />company. Thus a large and fashion- <br />able party assembles, and while each <br />beat is in progress the girls and wom- <br />en try to look on unmoved while a <br />wounded hare kicks and squeals upon <br />the ground for minutes which seem in- <br />terminable to the sensitive onlooker <br />until the beat Is over and the dogs are <br />loosed to finish off the cripples. And, <br />though the hare's piteous shrieking <br />makes Its case seem the worst, the <br />mere mbling over and over of a <br />wound bird Is a shocking eight to <br />see as he time paries and no one goes <br />forwa to release It of its' life.—Lon- <br />don Mall. <br />Dodging Thirteen. <br />"When I lived in New York," writes <br />a former New' Yorker from Berlin, <br />"there was a house near Central park <br />which should have borne the number <br />13, but because of the superstition of <br />the occupant permission was secured <br />to place the number Ila or 15a over <br />the door. I spoke of the circumstance <br />a few days ago and learned that the <br />thirteen superstition was more clearly <br />marked here. In the instance men- <br />tioned by me an individual was con- <br />cerned. Here it was the most impor- <br />tant corporation in Wiesbaden, There <br />is no No. 13 bathroom in any of the <br />bathhouses, no No. 13 room in any ho- <br />tel and no No. 13 place at any table <br />d'bote. At Langeiischwalbach the baths, <br />under government control, also have <br />bath cells No. 12a where they should <br />be numbered 13."—New York Tribune, <br />A Worthy Antagonist <br />"Did. you visit any of the old caves <br />when you were up in Scotland?" Jor- <br />kins was asked by a friend. <br />"Yes," replied Jorkina reminiscently, <br />Mnd, by gum. we bad to forcibly pull <br />arla out of one cave." <br />"Good gracious! She was fascinated <br />by its beauty, I suppose." <br />"No. it wasn't beauty. You see, there <br />is a wonderful echo In the cave, and <br />Maria couldn't bear to think of the <br />echo baying the last word."—Liverpool <br />Mercury. <br />For Poetical Reasons. <br />"Perchance," culled the amiable wid- <br />ow, "come here!" <br />The little lapdog trotted meekly up. <br />"Surely that Is n strange name for a <br />dogr' exclaimed the gentleman visitor. <br />"What made you pante him Per- <br />chance?" <br />"I am so fond of poetry!" explained <br />the lady lucidly, <br />"Madam. forgive ute. but 1 fail to <br />see the applicability." <br />"Why. silly man." exclaimed the <br />merry widow. "1 named 1t atter By- <br />ron's dog! Dunt you reuieniber where <br />he says. 'Perchance my dog will <br />howl?'" <br />What He Knew. <br />Master—if your friend were to bor- <br />row 12 shiblhtgc froth you, agreeing to <br />pay 1 sblllit;g n mouth, how much <br />would he owe at the enol of the year? <br />Pupil—Twelve rid Mugs. <br />You don't tbnow the elements of <br />arithmetic," <br />"But I know •ny friend."—London <br />Scraps. <br />Got the Cart Before the Horse, <br />Bleb Uncle John—Ah, is this one of <br />your children? Agitated Mother—Yes, <br />Uncle John, that's our tittle Johnnie. <br />Kiss your uncle, dear, and then go <br />and wash your face.—Cleveland Plain <br />Dealer, <br />A Distinction With a Differenom. <br />Editor—You see, a story has to be <br />just so to get In our magazine, Author <br />—Well, wbat'e the matter with this <br />one of mine? Editor—It's only sows— <br />Puck', <br />A FEAT IN PHOTOGRAPHY. <br />Daring Descent to Get a View of an <br />Osprey's Neat. <br />Now commenced my work, and I de- <br />scended on my rope to terrace after <br />terrace, forcing my way through thick <br />rows of prickly pear, a most painful <br />operation. And now we found that <br />there was nobody below to signal us <br />where the nest fay. The inevitable re- <br />sult was that after descending more <br />than 100 feet 1 had to signal to be <br />hauled up again, elven)* through the <br />Wieldy pear. Agabn did t descend, <br />and again did 1 fall to find the nest <br />Oa the third occasion I reached a re- <br />cess in the great cliff, whence, after <br />unbending my rope and securing it to <br />a bush for obvious mesons, 1 made a <br />cant along a ledge to the south and <br />reached n point which I Identified as <br />being not far from the nest as seen <br />from below. So 1 retraced my steps <br />and, regaining my rope, was hauled <br />up for a third time. During this op- <br />eration I passed a ledge where a pere- <br />grine falcon was nesting. The old <br />female swept close around with shrill <br />cries and eventually alighted ou the <br />sandy shelf of rock within a few feet <br />of me and, with outspread wings and <br />every feather standing on end, low- <br />ered her head and screamed furiously. <br />I have no doubt I was close to her <br />young, but 1 had more serious work in <br />band, and so I left her alone. <br />I now made my fourth and last <br />descent and found myself immediate- <br />ly o-er the nest, but before 1 could go <br />down to it the party handling the rope <br />had to work their way down toward <br />me, since the rope was too short. Fi- <br />nally 1 reached the neat, au euormous <br />mass of big sticks measuring more <br />than five feet across and doubtless the <br />result of many years' work, In it were <br />two eggs much incubated, By stand - <br />tag on a ledge close to the nest and <br />pressing the camera between my body <br />and the face of the slid" I was able to <br />take some long time ezpoeutes with <br />fairly good results- It was near sun- <br />set, and the cliff Was !n deep shadow, <br />which did not facilitate my task. Be- <br />tween the ahaly nature of the cliff, the <br />slippery terraces covered with loose <br />soil and stones 111nr1 the detestable <br />prickly pears 1 never had a more un- <br />pleasant or arduous task on a cliff be- <br />fore. But I have lived to endure worse <br />experiences, although not so painfully <br />protracted as were these. <br />My very curt entry in my diary sum- <br />marises the whole job thug; "Bad shale <br />cliffs, vertical and dangeroms. Height <br />over sea, 180 feet, Top of cliff, 310 <br />feet. The worst bit of rope work I <br />ever did." <br />With regard to the prickly pears, It <br />was many months before the last of <br />the poisonous spines 1 had collected in <br />various parte of my itody consented to <br />come out, and then only after first fes- <br />tering.—London Saturday Review, <br />Disinterested Profusion/1i Advice. <br />"Bring me that beefsteak potpie"— <br />rYassah," said the dining ear waiter, <br />listening near by. <br />"And bring me some of there French <br />peu"— <br />"Yassab; but boar, maybe you all <br />don't know dey's French peas fn dat <br />pie." <br />"No, I didn't Thanks, George, And <br />—ah—and—ah, then bring me some po- <br />tatoes," <br />"Yassah, boss; but maybe you all <br />didn't know dey's Wein, too, in dat <br />pie," <br />"No, I didn't, Thanks again, George. <br />It's mighty nice of you to keep me <br />from buying a lot of stuff I wouldn't, <br />want." <br />"Yasuh, Ab reckon it's mahty nice o' <br />me t' do dat, boss. Ah's seen so many, <br />m -a -n -y people—nice gee metre, lak you <br />all—waste money to' veg'tables dat <br />might jus' as well 'a' been handed <br />over to th' watteh, Yaisaah, Ah sho' <br />has."—Judge. <br />Bacteria in Sutter. <br />'Bacteriologists have shown us that <br />ordinary butter is swarming with <br />germs," declares Good Health. "A sin- <br />gle teaspoonful of milk generally con- <br />tains from 2,000,000 to 10,000,000 germs. <br />The number may even be much larger <br />than this. In the removal of cream <br />from the milk the germs are taken with <br />it, and in the process of churning the <br />germs are collected with the fat, so In <br />the butter we have the concentration <br />of a large part of the germs contained <br />in the milk from which the butter was <br />derived. So in a pound of butter de- <br />rived from twenty pints of milk the <br />number of bacteria must be almost be- <br />yond estimate. A brief computation <br />will show that the number of bacteria <br />contained in a pound of butter might <br />easily reach the enormous sum of five <br />to ten billions." ,C <br />A Touch of Vanity. <br />On Nov. 26—St. Catherine's day— <br />French girls who have passed tbetr <br />twenty-fifth birthday and are unmar- <br />ried wear a little cap made of fine mus- <br />lin, the rymbol of maldhood- As the <br />day approaches the millinery shops <br />*bow these caps in great quantities, <br />and their manufacture by young girls <br />ie always accompanied by jokes at the <br />expense of old melds; but, strange to <br />relate, these caps, because they are be- <br />coming to all, are worn on St Cather- <br />ine's day by young girls as well as by <br />old maids. <br />Where It Doesn't Apply. <br />"Slow and sure," remarked the man <br />with the quotation habit, "is a good <br />motto." <br />"But." protested the thoughtful <br />thinker, "there is one tlitng that can <br />never be slow and sure." <br />"What's that?" queried the quotation <br />dispenser. <br />"A watch," replied the t t.—Kansas <br />City Independent <br />Lack Right Qualittaa., <br />Mrs. Hix—Mrs. June Strikes me as <br />being entirely too maseullne for a wo- <br />a tan. Mrs, Dix—Yes, Indeed, Wby, <br />every time she has an ache or pain <br />she makes as much Cuss about it as a <br />man would.—Smith's Weekly. <br />Retrenching. <br />"I tell you, they are retrenching," <br />"But they stilt have their auto." <br />"Which they run well within the <br />speed limit Ball"—Louisville Courier - <br />Journal. <br />LEE AND M'CLELLAN. <br />An Incident of the First Meeting of <br />• the Two Soldiers, <br />The first meeting between General <br />George B. McClellan and General Rob- <br />ert .Lee hlu pe country.'Mexico during <br />the war <br />was a lieutenant of engirs, McClellan <br />was a major on the staff of (General <br />Winfield Scott. <br />One day McClellan was wa►klug <br />across a geld when he saw feneral <br />Scott and his staff approaching on <br />horseback. As they drew near Ma- <br />jor Lee reined up his horse and asked <br />the lieutenant if he did not know <br />that be was disobeying orders. Ills <br />tone was sharp and angry. McClellan <br />answered that he was not aware of <br />any disobedience and asked for an ex- <br />planation. Lee replied that all oUicers <br />had been told to remain In their quar- <br />ters, awaiting orders, and asked for <br />the lieutenant's name. <br />McClellan gave his name and said <br />that no order of that kind had reached <br />him. But Lee In a peremptory tone <br />ordered him to go to his quarters and <br />remain there. Then he rode off and <br />rejoined General Scott and the staff, <br />who had not stopped. McClellan went <br />to his quarters, as he had been directed <br />to do, but was quite indignant at the <br />way in which Lee had treated him, for <br />he had not knowingly committed a <br />breach of discipline. <br />He had just finished telling his broth- <br />er officers the incident when be wait <br />informed that an officer was outside <br />the tent asklug for him. On going out <br />be was much surprised to see Major <br />Lee, who saluted bim with respell, <br />"Lieutenant McClellan," the major <br />said, "I am afraid that I was not cour- <br />teous in my manner to you, a little <br />while ago, and 1 hare called to apol- <br />ogize." <br />"I assured him that it was all right," <br />said General McClellan In telling the <br />story, "and he rode off after making <br />a low bow, leaving me 1n admiration <br />of a superior officer who so promptly <br />and generously repaired an error."— <br />Chicago News. • <br />AN AERIAL HORROR. <br />The Very Dreadful Thing That Stroh - <br />Schneider Did, <br />A group of aeronauts were tatting <br />aeronautics. <br />"Did you ever hear of Strohschnel- <br />der?' said a German, "He did a dread- <br />ful thing once. I'll tell you about it <br />"Strohschneider appeared in a cer- <br />tain village and advertised 'that he <br />would take the landlord of the village <br />inn up with him on a trapeze hanging <br />from the car of his balloon, <br />"Though the landlord's wife made a <br />kick and the authorities, upholding <br />her, forbade the man to accompany <br />Strohschnelder, the landlord eat In <br />state on the trapeze beside the famous <br />aeronaut when the ascension began. <br />"But those nearest to him noticed <br />that he was paler than a ghost and <br />that his arm was thrown around Stroh• <br />schnelder's neck as if In terror. And, <br />noting these things, the people nodded <br />ominously to one another, <br />"Up and up went the balloon, and <br />now a murmur of horror arose among <br />the multitude. The aeronaut and the <br />landlord were quarreling; they were <br />fighting. High up there in the clouds, <br />perched on the swaying trapeze, they <br />struggled, thumped, kicked. <br />"Suddenly the aeronaut, in a mad <br />burst of rage, seized the landlord by <br />the throat, thrust him backward and <br />flung him into space- Down the poor <br />fellow dropped like a stone, turning <br />over and ower. He alighted on his <br />head. <br />"The people, mad with horror and <br />rage, rushed to the spot. And there, to <br />their amazement, stood the landlord, <br />laughing heartily. The figure that had <br />fallen was a manikin dressed up in his <br />clothes. <br />"And this," the speaker concluded, <br />"is the only practical joke that has <br />ever been played from a balloon,"— <br />New Orleans Times -Democrat <br />He who changes the sports is se- <br />cretly changing the manners of the <br />young.—Plato. <br />Illustration Showing Mixed FarmingScenela <br />WESTERN CANADA <br />Some of the choicest landsfor grain growlaa', <br />stock raising and mixed farming in the new dfs- <br />trlcts of Saskatchewan anti Alberta have re - <br />et -tidy been Opened for Settlement under the <br />Revised Homestead Regulations <br />Ittttry may now be made by proxy (on certain <br />conditions), by the father, mother, son, daughter, <br />brother or sister of an Intending homesteader, <br />Taoucaads o! homesteads of 160 acres each are <br />thus now eactly obtainable In these great grain - <br />growing, stock -raising and mixed farming sec. <br />Hens. <br />There you trill find healthful climate, good <br />neighbors, churches for family worship, schools <br />for your children, good laws, splendid crops, <br />and railroads convenient to market. <br />Entry fee in each case la110.W. For pamphlet, <br />"Last Best West." particulars an to rates, routes, <br />fest time to go and where to locate, apply t0 <br />E. T. HOLMES <br />313Jackson Street, St. Paul, Minn. <br />Canadian Government Agent <br />No matter from what source they <br />came, if you have a skirt, jacket, <br />a dainty waist, piece of lace, em- <br />broidery or linen, or some other <br />article of value, we can clean it <br />for you, removing the spot or <br />stain entirely. The cost is a mere <br />trifle and you again have the use <br />of the article you thought you <br />could no longer use. <br />to feraetles Smoak, free. Seers - <br />85eA pJS ea ert/yra of M et stars <br />Gross Br <br />Perlis of Crimeilne. <br />The dangers of the historic crinoline <br />are illustrated by a story told by Lady <br />Dorothy Nevill in her "Reminiscences." <br />Going too near fisc fireplace, her volts - <br />inhume skirt caught fire, and in an <br />instant she was in a blaze. There <br />were no men present, and the women <br />could not help her, because it they <br />had gone near enough to be of use their <br />own skirts would have been ignited. <br />Fortunately Lady Dorothy had suffi- <br />cient presence of mind to roll herself <br />in the hearth rug and thus subdue the <br />flames. <br />A Judge of Land. <br />Proud Father—Welcome back to the <br />old farm, my boy. So you got through <br />college all rfe. F'armer's Son—Yes, <br />father, Proud Father—Ye know, I told <br />ye to study up chemistry and things, <br />so you'd know best what to do with <br />different kinds of land. What do you <br />think of that flat medder there, for in- <br />stance? Farmer's Son—Cracky, what <br />a place for a ball game!—Sanaa Qtly <br />Independent <br />Pity the Poor Welf. <br />"Why is It," asked the fox, "that you <br />always look so gaunt?" <br />"Oh," replied the wolf, 'ICs all due <br />to the business I'm in, I always have <br />to keep away from the door until <br />there's nothing left in the house to <br />flet:."—Catholic Standard and Times. <br />Cure Your Kidneys. <br />Do Not Endanger Life When a Haat- <br />loge Oitiaen Shows Ton the Cure. <br />Why will people continue to suffer the <br />agonies of kidney complaint, backache, <br />urinary disorders, lameness, headaches, <br />languor„why allow themselves to become <br />chronic invalids, when a certain cure Is <br />offered them? <br />Doan's Kldnt'y Pills is the remedy to <br />Use. because it gives to the kidneys the <br />help they need to perform their work. <br />If you have say, even one of the ayes!). <br />toms of kidney diseases, cure yourself <br />now, before diabetes, dropsy, or Bright's <br />disease sets in. itead this Basting' <br />testimony: <br />William C. King. west Fifth Street, <br />Hastings, Miun., says, "My kidney <br />trouble dates back about four years ago. <br />At that time I worked very hard, and <br />this has served to weaken my kidneys. <br />At times l suffered from dizzy spells <br />which would eome on me very suddenly, <br />and would be so severe that I was hardly <br />able to keep my balance. My kidneys <br />were In a much disordered condition, the <br />secretions being too frequent in action, <br />but scanty and generally attended with a <br />scalding sensation. My wife has used <br />Doau's Kidney Pills with good results for <br />similar complaints, and seeing the benefit <br />she has derived from their use i decided <br />to try them and procured a box at F. W. <br />Finch's drug store. I found Doane <br />Kidney Pills to be an excellent remedy <br />anti do not hesitate to recommend them.” <br />For sale by all dealers. Price 50 cents. <br />Fustsr-5lilburn Co., Buffalo, N.. Y.. <br />sole agents for the United States, <br />Remember the name—Doan'e—and take <br />no other. <br />ESTATE OF DECEDENT. <br />State of Minnesota, oounty of Dakota.—es. la <br />prohate court. <br />In the matter of the estate of Samuel Harsh, <br />decedent, <br />The state of Minnesota to Sarah Jane Harsh, <br />Samuel A. Harsh, Nettie Harsh. John W. <br />Cary, Walter E. Cary, and all persons <br />interested In the anal account and dis- <br />tribution of the estate of said decedent: The <br />representatihaving-aledvtnthithe <br />court bit anaabove l account of <br />the adminietratlou of the estate of raid decedent, <br />together with his petlt.on pro bng for the <br />adjustment and allowance of said anal account <br />and for distribution of the residue of said <br />resew to the persons thereunto entitled. There- <br />fore, you, and each of you, are hereby cited and <br />required to show cause, if any you have, before <br />this court, at the probate court room In the <br />courthouse. In the city of Hastings, In the <br />counSia day of Februaof ry. state <br />908, at Mten o'clock an. the <br />, <br />why said petition should not be granted. <br />%(fitnss, Lha udge of said court, and the seal <br />of said court. this 10th day of JaquaryJ,1808. <br />Ifk'tonveSxar.) <br />THOS. P. MORAN, <br />18Probate Judge. <br />1k . HJw DsKav, Attorney for Petitioner, <br />ESTATE OF DECEDENT. <br />State of Minnesota, county of Dakota --aa. l■ <br />prob*te urt. <br />to she matter of the estate of Harriet <br />ltarbaraa, deoedent <br />The state of Minnesota to Alma Bran- <br />deabcurger, Julia Barba -as, and *1l per- <br />sons interested to a allowance and <br />probate of the will of said lent. The peti- <br />tion of Julia Barbaro bel duly Sled to <br />this court, representing that Harriet Bae• <br />bane, then a resident of the /comity et <br />Dakota, state of Mlon:mote, died on the lgf.b <br />daof Decemtb,er, a. d. 1907, leaving a last will <br />teswith mid petitiowhich <br />, andpprayy(ng this <br />lit <br />•Irunrnt be allowed as the last wtll and testa- <br />ment of said decedent, and that letters of <br />administration with the will annexed of the <br />estate of said deceased be Issued thereon to her. <br />Now, therefore, you, and each of you, are hereby <br />cited and required to show cause, if any you <br />here. before this court, at the .pprobate court <br />roams In the courthouse, in Hastings, oosnty <br />of Dakota, state or Minnesota, ontbe 6th day <br />of February, 1908, at ten o'clock a, m., why the <br />prayer of said petition should sot be granted, <br />11 funs,, the Honorable Tha, P. Moran, lodge <br />0r said court, and the seal of said court, this <br />9th day of January, 1908. <br />!those Ssu b THOS. P. MORAN, <br />ie9w• Judge of Probate, <br />W. H. OItu*T, Attorney for Petitioner, <br />ESTATE OF DECEDENT. <br />._ <br />State of Minnesota, oolmoty of Dakota,—es. In <br />probate 00511, <br />ie the matter of the estate of Walter R. <br />Cary, decedent. <br />Letters of admintstration this day having been <br />graned fatA. ofhadintoo prreobyd it sidadmadministrator <br />that there aro no debts against said estate. <br />it is ordered that the time within which all <br />creditors of the above named decedent may <br />present claim. against his estate to this court, <br />be. and the same hereby Is. limited to three <br />months from and after the date hereof: and that <br />Tuesday, the Ixth day of May, 1908, at ten <br />o'clock a. m., to the probate court room, at the <br />oonrthouse at Hastings, in said county, be, and <br />the same hereby is axed and appointed as the <br />time and place for hearing upon and the es- <br />atntnatlon.Adjustment, end allowance of ascii <br />oatfnt'al—shall be presented within the time <br />ar6i'ea*id <br />. <br />int uoUoe hereof be Riven by the publication <br />of Ibis order In The Hastings Gazette as provld• <br />ed by law. <br />i1sted January 10th, 1908. <br />Iry the court THO8. P. MORAN, <br />(L. S) 1a -8w Judge of Probate. <br />N. H. D*Kar, Attorney for Representative. <br />tee <br />awe W llltAll ! O'j. <br />1 <br />