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IK •..\> ^>.::H'\\'; .«*• • ••\ • ft JULY 24, 1913. SLACK RIVER DEMOCRAT < *»: *, *y THE CRAYON A Person Is Just as : Old as He Feels By CLARISSA MACKIE , I\I**I\i\** j I\I*\l\I-'I\I»'I\l\I\I\I\I\I\i\I\I\I\I' r 'I\l ,t t i \For the land's sake!\ shrilled Miss Louisa Mull, peering from the window at a passing form. \Look at what Emma Binns has got on her foolish head.'' The Ladies' Aid society arose in a body and hovered behind the Notting- ham lace curtains of the parsonage sit- ting room. A woman was coming toward the houses—a slender, middle aged woman, with bright brown hair. \She's coming here,\ remarked Lou- isa Mull disapprovingly as the gate creaked warningly. \She looks like sixteen,\ giggled Fan- ny Banks from her corner by the win- dow. ' \Dresses like sixteen and looks six- ty,\ corrected Mrs. Banks severely. \Not sixty,\ admonished Mrs. Mor- ris from the sewing machine. \I think Mrs. Binns looks about—well, about forty, and she does take a lot of comfort in wearing pretty clothes.\ She sighed and fastened her thread with impatient jerks of her thin fin- gers. She looked tired and fagged. Before any one could think of a suitable retort to the remark of the minister's wife the door opened and Emma Binns glided into the room. Her bright eyes darted a quick glance around, and she gave animated greet- ings in different directions, ignoring the rather grim salutations she received in return. Any one else in Little River might hare noticed that the Ladies' Aid so- ciety; strongly disapproved of Emma Binns and! her youthful style of dress- ing, except Emma Binns herself. If she suspected it she gave no sign of her knowledge. She placed her white parasol on the square piano, calmly dusted her nose with a bit of powder produced from a tiny vanity box, fluff- ed up her hair, sat down near Louisa Mull and opened her silk workbag. \What shall I do this afternoon?\ she inquired of Mrs. Morris. \Buttonholes suggested Mrs. Mor- ris, tossing over a number of white garments. \Such elegance could not attempt anything so coarse as hemming flannel petticoats.\ murmured Mrs. Banks to her daughter. Fanny giggled again and threaded her needle. Emma Binns was sewing nimbly with swift motions of hand and elbow. There was a contented smile on her face, and her lips relaxed into pleasant lines of repose. There was less chatter than usual as the members of the Ladies' Aid so- ciety partook of the refreshments pass- ed by angular Louisa Mull in her mus- tard colored cashmere and Emma Binns in her girlish white. That the two women had little to say to each other was unnoticed, for the many pairs of eyes were watching the bright brown Psyche knot and the twist of blue ribbon and strongly disapproving of both on the head of Emma Binns, widow of Simeon Binns, who had been dead scarcely two years. Mrs. Binns>was the first to leave. As she unfurled her white parasol and tossed it over her shoulder she knew that the women she had left behind were busy with ber name. Her thin cheeks flushed hotly, but her eyes maintained' their brightness until she arrived at her own square white painted house and closed the door on the outside world. She hurried upstairs to her own room and faced ber reflection in the old fashioned mirror. In the dim aft- ernoon light the sight was a very pleasant one to Emma Binns, who thought she had said goodby to youth twenty years ago, when she married Simeon and settled down to a life of drudgery. She had slaved for Simeon and helped him pile up his dollars only to find that he had left ber a meager pittance out of the whole amount and willed the rest to a brother in a dis- tant state. Simeon had always been mean and grasping and small natured, and ho had so ill treated Emma that she felt a sense of relief when he re- luctantly bade goodby to bis dollars and went to a greater reward. Little River never understood why Emma Binns wore blacV for a brief year and then returned t'j colored gar- ments. It threw up i(> hands when Simeon's widow openly confessed to dyeing her gray hair until it shone more lustrously brown than in her girl- hood days They scoffed at her modish gowns, her girlish hatfl and her love for bright colors. Ther did not know that her girlhood had been starved of all finery. To escape poverty she had become Simeon's second wife, and she had paid the price of marrying for money. She had suffered, and she was free once more. Now she was indulging her starved taste for pretty clothes, and if in her eagerness she threw aside good judg- ment and forgot the aging years Lit- tle River remembered and frowned upon her attempts to relive her girl- hood. People said she was angling for/ Frank Mull. Louisa's bachelor brothers who kept the big grocery store on th|; corner, Eouisa frowned fiercely at tire idea, and Frank Mull closed his lijis tightly when his sister repeated yll lage gossip. \ \She's all of fifty!\ sniffed Louis: \So am 1,\ Frank bad retorted \She claims to be only thirty.\ \Did she ever say so?\ \No but she dresses that wa# it's as good as saying so.\ \Then you must be eighty 11 Louisa. You certainly dress like Grajyimother Mull,\ said Frank cruelly. $nd after that she let him alone. The next time the hix&irg Aid met at Louisa Mull's house t M members of that charitable organi7>^o n twitter- ed With suppressed ex\ and Louisa had promised tlieS ment, for something in the way of a startling surprise, \What's it going to be?\ whispered Mrs. Banks as she sat down near Louisa. \Never mind. Wait until Frank comes in to play the phonograph pieces for us; then you'll see.\ Louisa could not help a sly glance at Emma Binns' face, bent above her sewing, and Mrs. Banks knew that the surprise had something to do with Emma Binns, of whom it was known that Louisa Mull was fiercely jealous on her brother's account. Emma Binns wore the same gown in which she had appeared at the min- ister's house, and the brown hair still boasted the blue ribbon, and somehow it was vastly becoming to the little widow. If nobody else approved of these fripperies it is certain that the starved vanity of Emma Binns rejoic- ed in wearing them. They made her happy, and happiness took years from her age. When refreshments wore served Frank Mull came in and wound up the talking machine, and there were much music and singing and pleasant con- versation, and Frank Mull looked con- tentedly at Emma Binns and voted the affair a groat success. It was when they arose to go that Louisa Mull led them into the parlor and pointed to a large crayon portrait on an easel In one corner. \This is a guessing contest,\ laughed Louisa nervously. \I'll give each of you one guess as to who sat for that picture. You begin, Fanny.\ Fanny Banks pursed her red lips and looked at the badly executed portrait of a woman dressed in the period of twenty years ago. The bodice of the black gown was tight across the chest, and the sleeves were great bags of fullness stiffened with crinoline. The hair was strained back from the face, and across the forehead was a small, fluffy bang. Even the prettiest woman would have taken on ugliness under the painfully unskilled pencil of the crayon artist AntI\although the wo- man in the picture showed signs of prettiness it was overshadowed by- drawn linos of age. \Well said Fanny Banks smartly, \if the picture wasn't taken twenty years ago and the woman looked so old then I'd say it was the living im- age of Emma Binns.\ There was silence, while each one carefully traced a likeness to Mrs. Binns in the horrible portrait All came to the same conclusion at the same moment. If Emma Binns look- ed forty years old twenty years ago— the style of the dress was that of a score of summers past—now she must be sixty. Was it possible? With one accord they all turned and looked at Emma Binns. Her face was white as marble save where a little red spot glowed on her cheek bone. She looked handsome, her blue eyes flash- ing, her lips trembling. Back of her stood Frank Mull blaz- ing with wrath. Louisa, his sister, cowered against the wall. She had never seen her brother so angry in all her life, and she was afraid' of him. \Well Emma?\ giggled Fanny Banks indifferently. \It is my picture,\ said Emma Binns proudly. \Simeon had it done the first year I was married. I expect I looked just like that, tired and old and worn- out, for he was a hard man. as you all know, those of yon who can forget that he was rich. \I was only twenty years old then, but I admit the picture makes me look forty! What of it? Don't you care for me for myself—for what I am? Must you bicker with me over my age? Don't you want to see me hap- py? I am happy now. happier than I ever have been in my life. I wonder if you are glad, you members of the Ladies' Aid society. If you only knew the bitterness, the long years, the un- happiness\— Her voice broke, and she hid her face in her hands. \I sup- pose I seem foolish but my heart is young yet.\ One by^pne the members of the Aid society glanced at the blue bow on the bright brown hair, the head that bad held itself so bravely and so jauntily the past two years of freedom, and then with averted eyes they stole quietly out of the house to hold a meet- ing of self condemnation, whereat they agreed that hereafter £>nma Binns could dress herself like ••» circus wo- man.\ as Nancy Ballard expressed it. and they wouldn't wink an eyo. \We'll see that she has a happy tlrrio of it.\ nodded Mrs. Banks over her shoulder as she left them, and oven shallow Fanny forgot to giggle and followed her mother soberly into the house. Back there in Louisa Mull's parlor Frank Mull was holding Emma Binns in his arms and comforting her with loving words, while out in the wood- shed Louisa was viciously smashing the crayon portrait to pieces with an nx \I don't know what tempted me to buy that picture from Simeon's auc- tion.\ grunted Louisa, pausing to draw breath \I wonder what makes me so hateful to Emma Binns? Somehow, the idea of having her for a sister-in- law is quite pleasant, and Frank's so happy, and they've been so good about forgiving me this cut-up Well, the first chance I get I'm going to'find out from Emma where she buys that hair dye stuff!\ Made It Complete. When Lablache, the famous oporati: singer, was presented to Queen Victo- ria, her majesty, who had heard of this artist's hobby, asked if it was true thai he had a large collection of snuffboxes. He replied that it was correct. He had one for every day in the year—305. \Nevertheless your collection is not quite complete,\ was the queen's re- sponse. \Here is another for leap year.\—Pearson's Weekly. Spoiling a Compliment. Jagson—I tried to pay the new wo- man a compliment last night in my speech, but it didn't seem to be appre ciated. Bagson-Wbat did you say? Jagson—I said that the new woman would leave large footprints on the sands of time.-London Answers. One Way to Obey. Her Dearest Friend • Do you really obey Charley? Mrs Newly wed- Cer- tainly. He tells me to please myself, and 1 always do —Judge. Lovers' purses are tied with cobwebs. -Italian Proverb. HOW PERRY WON HISTORIC BATTLE Victory to Be Fittingly Com at SHIPS BUILT AT THAT PORT With Lieutenant Elliott In Charge, the Buffalo Vessels Joined Perry's Fleet on Lake Erie—\We Have Met the Enemy and They Are Ours.\ HILE during the term of the Perry's victory centennial celebration, to occur at Buf- falo from Sept. 2 to Sept C, inclusive, a decided claim will be made upon the attention of the expected masses of visitors by events in which pyrotechnical displays and depictions, hydroaeroplane and aeroplane races and monster parades will figure, yet the underlying motive, bringing, as it does, a remembrance of the stirring patriotism that actuated the actors in the war • of 1812, must not be lost sight of. Fitting Indeed it is that at Buffalo will be commemorated the Perry vie- toryi which was the first step in the recapturing of Detroit by the Ameri- cans and the subsequent regaining of the whole of tile northwest territory, which had passed into the hands of the opposing forces. During the pro- longed strife the Niagara frontier from its position played an important part in the epoch making events. Extend- ing from Buffalo and Black Rock northward through Lewiston to Fort Niagara were the American defenses, while across the river the English fortified Fort Erie, opposite Buffalo, and pushed their border through Queenstown until it reached Fort George. But scant headway was made by the Americans as the two armies crossed and recrossed the river. On the contrary, the whole of western New York was imperiled by the ene- my, who, aided by a small band of Iroquois, 'burned the villages of Buffa lo and Black Rock. On Scajaquada creek at Buffalo was located the only shipyard in that section, and here it was that Lieuten ant Elliott, who commanded the Niag- ara during the engagement, being sec- ond in command to Perry, rebuilt and fitted out prior to Perry's coming the vessels known as the \five Buffalo boats\—the Trippe, Somers, Caledonia, Amelia and Ohio. These, in conjunc- tion with That were known as the \six Erie boats,\ the Niagara, Scor- pion, Lawrence, Tigress, Porcupine and Ariel, formed the American squad- ron. An idea of the remarkable en- ergy and perseverance displayed may be gained from the fact that the place in which the work was prosecuted was practically a wilderness. It was nec- essary to transport the material used in equipping the 'vessels fully 500 miles from the seaboard, while green timber cut from trees growing on the western shore of the lake was utilized in the work. In fact, two of the vessels, to quote Perry, \were growing in the woods last spring.\ In command of the British fleet was Captain Barclay, who had won distinc tion under Nelson. The British com mander had planned to have his squad ron on the lake and to blockade the Americans -at the points where con- struction was under way. Perry, how ever, with his energetic tactics, baffled \his opponent by quickly placing his vessels on Lake Erie. Healiz'ing that Perry was in full control of the lake Captain Barclay held his fleet at Mai den, on the Detroit river Eager tor a meeting, Perry's squadron set sail for Maiden to engage the enemy at that point. The enemy aeemieu naitie Perry then went to Put-in-Bay. To ob- tain provisions it was necessary for Captain Barclay to open communica- tion with Long Point. He knew that the proceeding meant a fight. It was daybreak. Sept. 10. 1S13. when the OMVEB HAZA11D PEKBY AND HIS FAMOUS MESSAGE IN FACSlaUlE. Lawrence's lookout sighted the British fleet Perry's fleet at once made sail to give battle. Although the American fleet outnum- bered the'British by three vessels, yet the enemy's ships were larger and car- ried more guns. However, the most striking difference existing was In the personality of the two opposing com- manders. Against the tried veteran who had served under Nelson at Traf- algar was pitted the young American but twenty-eight years of age and whose lack of experience was eoin> pensuted for by an indomitable will. This was evidenced by his statement as the British hove in sight, \To wind- ward or leeward, they shall fight to in close order line the British await- ed the attack, which was led by Perry In the flagship Lawrence, and from the masthead of which floated a blue bau cer bearing Lawrence's immortal words, \Don't Give Up the Ship!\ As an answer to the hail of the Lawrence the British at the moment the flagship came within range opened fire. This was the signal for desperate fighting, with the result that but a short time elapsed ere the Lawrence was reduced to almost a wreck. Still Perry fought on, despite the fact that nearly all his men had fallen about him. It was tug crucial test of a man. Hopeless in deed seemed the outcome—but no thought of surrender! To remain longer in his battered hulk would have been sheer madness. Leaping into o rowboat with his little twelve-year-old brotiier and the eight surviving men. Perry plunged ahead through a rain of shot and shell straight for the Niagarn, the folds of the blue flag flouting about his head as he carried it, standing up right, in the small boat. Perry once aboard the Niagara, the battle raged with increased fury. Pen- etrating into the very heart of tli** British fleet, Perry tore here and there through the enemy's linos, blazing his path with broadside after broadside So terrific was his onslaught that with In fifteen minutes Captain Barclay sig nifled his intention to surrender, ami the great victory of Lake Erie was complete. Then came the famous dis- patch that meant so much to the cause of American arms and which was tile first one bearing the tidings of the capture of an entire British fleet: \We have mot the enemy and they are ours -two ships, two brigs, one schooner and one sloop!\ The Electric Voice Thjfit Speaks Through the Eper. SETTING UP THE VIBRATIONS. Bohemia's Rooky Maze. The Rocky maze of Prachov, neat Jacin, in northern Bohemia, is a veri- table natural curiosity. It has been well described as a gigantic \freak ii. stone.\ To enter the labyrinth with out a guide is a perilous proceeding for an unwary adventurer would pi-ob ably speedily be lost in the tortuous! windings of the maze, where the paths are so narrow and crooked and tin cliffs on the side so high that the ex plorer soon loses all idea of locality. In days of fiery persecution the Mora vian and Bohemian brethren's secrei prayer meetings used to be held here just as the early Christians assembled to worship in the catacombs. The cliffs are honeycombed with ceils, and at the far end of the maze is a rock castle, where in the old days o robber baron' lived and took toll of all way- farers. The shape of some of the rocks is very curious. There are, foi Instance, the \bishop and miter,\ the \Madonna and the child\ and many others.—London Sketch. Portugal's Prison of Silence. Entombed in a grim castle on the outskirts of Lisbon are some of the most miserable men on earth. These are inmates of Portugal's \prison of silence.\ In this building everything that human ingenuity can suggest to render the lives of its prisoners a hor- rible, maddening torture is done. The corridors, piled tier on tier five stories high, extend from a common center like the spokes of a huge wheel. The cells are narrow, torablike. and within each stands a f&flin. - The attendants creep about in felt slippers. No one is allowed to utter a word. The silence is that of the grave. Once a day the cell doors are unlocked, and the half thousand wretches march out. clothed in shrouds and with faces covered by masks, for it is part of this hideous punishment that none may look upon the countenance of his fellow prison- ers. Few of them endure this torture for more than ten years.—Manchestei News. Blooms From Split Bulbs. A novel experiment is that of grow- ing two hyacinth bulbs together. Two bulbs are selected which are known to flower about the same time, al- though in other respects the more di- verse they are the better. Each is col from the crown to the base with a sharp knife in such a way that the central shoot is exposed but not injur- ed. The two larger portions of the bulbs are then tied together, the cnl -portions facing one another. The dou- ble bulb is then potted in the usual way. If all has gone well a single stem comes up. while the flower may be blue on one side and pink on the other, according to the colors of tin- bulbs. The'result is highly mystifying to gardeners who are not \in tin- know.\ The experiment is often car ried out by the Dutch growers and rarely fails if carefully executed.— London Strand. When the Plow Handles Fight You.' A city man was driving in the coun- try and stopped to ask the way of n farmer who was plowing in a field Noting the perspiration Heading the farmer's forehead the city man in quired: \Plowing pretty tough sort of work ain't it?\ \Nope.\ said the farmer. \Only 'long in the middle of the afternoon when the plow handles get to fightin' a feller.\ \What do you do then?\ • \Ob. just fight back.\ As the city man drove on he though! that a farmer's work is a good deal like that of anybody else. There arc times in every business when the plow handles fight the man that holds them. —Farm Machinery and Power. Command or Entreaty. Speaking of epitaphs, there is in ai old Kentucky cemetery a tombstone in scribed to the memory of one Sara I Cole. !ong known to her husband anc the other citizens of her community af \Aunt Sally.\ During her life thort were floating rumors to the effect tlnr she kept \Uncle John,\ her husband, ii that somewhat circumscribed space known to the knowing as \under hei thumb.\ In any event, his fellow townsmen like to tell that it was or the 31st of May that Uncle John's mar ble memorial was erected, bearing th( inscription. \Sleep on. Aunt Sally, til' the resurrection morn!\ and that il was on the 1st of June that Unclf John was married to Miss VI Davis the village dressmaker.—Exchange, This is a land of opportunity, both to do and be done. What's become of the old-fashioned woman who wore four petticoats? This Is the Work of the Oscillator, Which is the Electric Mouth, and Its Message Is Caught by the Resonator, Which Is the Ear of the Apparatus. More truly than any other tele- graphic device, the wonderful wire- less is a speaking voice, v It makes Itself heard just as the human voice does by a series of Waves, moving free--4 ly through space. §,'•- . When I speak my voice is sent'.out In undulations of varying length ( \\'\ frequency through the air. Whea'ISa, 1 wireless \speaks\ Its voice is conveyed' by undulations in the ether, which Is a more refined medium than air, carry- ing the waves of light and electricity as the air carries those of sound. The oscillator of the wireless is a \mouth sending out undulations In the other as our mouths send out un- dulations In the air, and the resona- tor of the wireless is an \ear catch- ing the etherial waves as they im- pinge upon it, as our ears catch the atmospheric waves that strike them. We see nothing wonderful in vocal sounds, because nature gave us in our needs one instrument to produce them and another to receive them. But she left us to find out for ourselves how to produce and receive \vocal\ waves in the ether. Since wo had to make the instruments that deal with them the etherlc waves seem to us marvel- ous, although they are In principle no more,marvelous than the waves of air. Man began to use electricity for con- veying intelligence by sending a cur- rent of it along a wire. He pressed a button at one end of the lino, and the electric current passing along the wire induced a corresponding motion in a tapper at the other end. It was a roundabout way of employing an agen- cy which, we now know can be em- ployed more simply and directly by throwing away the wires and making the electric waves \speak\ straight through the ether. It is true that the language employed does not consist of the words of any spoken tongue, but it is one that can be directly translated into any other known to man, and so it is the most universal of ail languages. Now. let us see how it is employed. h irst as to the electric \mouth.\ When a charge of electricity is accumulated on a \condenser\ a similar but oppo- site charge is induced upon another condenser placed near. The air be- tween them acts as an insulator be- cause it is a poor conductor of electric- ity. But when the charge attains a certain degree of intensity the strain upon the air becomes too great, and a spark passes between the two con- densers, by which equilibrium is re- stored between them. The passage of this spark produces, so to speak, a shock in the ether, •which, like the explosion of a gun or the utterance of a sound, sets up a se- ries of waves In the surrounding me- dium, which radiate away on all sides. These waves in the ether produce the electric \voice.\ If the sparks are reg- ulated in number and frequency the consequent waves are similarly regu- lated. An instrument for the produc- tion of such waves is called an oscilla- tor or exciter. It is a kind of vocal ap- paratus for speaking through the ether instead of through the air. But just as we should have no knowl- edge of the passage of sound waves if we were not provided with ears to hear them, so the electric waves would go unregarded if we had no apparatus for receiving them. The receiving apparatus is called a resonator, or detector. It may be sit- uated hundreds of miles from the os- cillator, but it will catch the waves as they undulate to it through the ether, and it can be made to reproduce them in an audible or legible form by causing them, to operate a Morse dot and dash instrument, as in ordinary telegraphy by wire. But the electric voice and the elec- tric ear are in some ways more man- ageable than the human voice and ear. We can only produce and hear air waves of a limited range of frequency, find we cannot do much to alter that limit. Sound waves vibrating less than forty times a second or more thau -10.- 000 times are inaudible to us. But elec- tric waves varying in frequency from a few hundred up to hundreds of mil- lions a second can be rendered per- ceptible, and it is also possible so to construct the instruments that they will send forth and receive particular ranges of waves and be mute and deaf to others. Then the distance over which the electric waves can be detected is al- most infinitely greater than that of ordinary sound waves. It takes a strong voiced man to make his voice nudible across a little river, but, as everybody knows, the electric cry of a ship in distress can be electrically heard from the middle of the Atlantic oceun. And there are enthusiasts who predict that before very long we shall be able to speak by wireless to some other planet, if only there, is somebody there to hear and understand us!— Garrett P. Serviss in Spokane Spokes- man-Review. to The Doctor's Dues. \The world owes a great deal medical science.\ \And it will be the last debt paid,'' Jeclnred the doctor somewhat bitterly. -Louisville Courier-Journal. Wise Girl. He—What would you say if I were co kiss you? She—1 don't know. That sort of speech should always be extem- poraneous.—Boston Transcript. Souhds Better. \It's all ip< the way you word it.\ \What do you mean?\ \A thing seems much more desirable if it's popular priced that if it's cheap.\ -Lofclsville Courier-Journal. ROMANCE, Jean Hi'oiiepiftVjf The story' of ,1 came to adopt a til turesque. Fo? sotnjj ed up a precarious- 1 !^ \Odd jobs.\ inoludttig-l cupations as thaVM casual porter on tfe'l Que day he was eaga| man to carry' to UHS rttfflf hea yy trunk. Arrived,'$| there was an instant -m&jijS tiory\ -They were old' <»<te|jL, 'iWirat ^re yon ddjpg '$ffii his;3riend\- .$'•'•' »- 1 . .••.':V'SJ$;*^ \Carrying yo'rtrAlan^^.'Mt&l JeanV.£,--v. ,' -f-^^y^ 1 •'W'Wdoiyou 4 b M$*- i'$ 'J \Whe0W%6$ HverVy 'if- ] , 'Come;teffip^?%.iip|Sg| ; |{i'c. , l >f | The ?nt«;tE8Ml%;tb|K:;' , '>| to his, dweB'ntfealpifciSM^ i? (fjn ata c ;-inln*Wdrls,e#art.> ?town. yJlRap, ibis 1 \\' ' heapBAgr:.,mafej| slons'.'l'lf^e\;' the *|l!?i. |)i'$_ were 'o^ep»pbol friend !||$ijStdii \Whyd trunks, boots :iwlfe<L jb'n can do this?\ he afisea. RiehepiriJ given the ^matter a thoughlf never deemed. tljese prodhj hours worthy; 'of publicatf Iished they J$*jK6. however.^ few weeks.JftBpt 1 created ar| sensation. F3;6iff that moil Richepin iresje'r looked bac minster Gazette. \' SPLIT ON'S TOOTHBRt Their Points of View Couldn't Ag Hence the Clash- When the tall girl found the mistress' of the six room flat, washing dishes she asked what had happened to Mary. \Mary has left,\ said the housekeep- er. \1 insulted her yesterday morning at 10 o'clock, and at 11 she packed her trunk and skipped. \We had a row over toothbrushes: Mary exhibited an unparalleled interest in toothbrushes. Every brush she 1 came to was taken up and turned over and over and commented on admiring- ly or the reverse, •, \Finally she came to mine. I could see at once that she liked it. \ 'Whose is this?' she asked: \ 'Mine,' 1 said. \She poured out a glass of water and dipped the brush in. \'Oh well,: she saifij; |l ! i won't be afraid to use it, then.' -,\.;>')tt. \For a moment I stoqd Jh#e Jiterally stupefied, but soon J sawJW^ prompt action was necessary;'., ajSai* S.'c'atight-'- Mary's arm In a pain^pj ,gr|sp'. .' &/i: ; '\Put it down this. ,In3ta^Mj ;-X,-c$M, ; manded. 'Put it down.!; ]P '\.; ,V)3JR>J \Mary \drew b.ae't;.£n(S j^{^fe^^£ out of the corner of- $sf 6y$ : r^f't^^'f'l '\Dear me.'.-sfie;. said,.. ^fitiW^Mwijtiy:^ ks, are!- .:t J £'nev i £K£w#MM# .Iks,' • ,#• 1 X :^^Whi some folks touchy folks, \And so 'we pdvkiA^p s£j§;-.see$: able to get -my p6inE%i'vdew. on- brush etiquette; and' 1 seeDQtedf to get hers, so >w\e thought it» sewyj-oBr.ielatien's.\^^ Sounds Th Do .'yoS^r when'-he^l to youryjijll *our--i;ii« makes ''Ayjjojpg dup, iujj;i^|| syllables vt$n|ef and betweelyi comes a patisq the heart is re The \lab\ son flowing out of th| is the closing oS Just by the il ;lables the'doci ^is working as:j Supposing «j iristajH&tlig o S* doctor %par$li aijkj instead ioim, ^n s,aid -,tp \Mv.e J|j fecfenV Wren's Bomb For -Sti Pattl.^§|^ St. Paul's—old St.. Paul's—onqe'i^iw the effect of a bomb that actuail^j'IjsL ploded. After the great fire it.w&Sp|$' first thought that the ruins might'be repaired, but too much damage having been done it was decided to pull the fabric down—a task in which many lives were lost. To put an end to the tedious work Wren hit upon the idea of inclosing eighteen pounds of gun- powder in a wooden box and explod- ing it under the central tower. The re^ suit was to lift the arches some nine 1 inches, so that the ruins \suddenly jumping down made a great heap of ruin in the place without scattering.\ The architect proudly boasted that his powder box had lifted 3.000 tons ana saved the labor of 1,000 men.—London Graphic. \Celestial\ as Applied to China. Every one knows the epithet \Celes- tial\ applied to China, but few know its origin. According to a very old legend, Tibfit'' is a fragment of a planet, once 'peopled by a yellow race, which in some way became detached and fell on the earth. The dazed in- habitants of the fragment were unin- jured and. cold and hungry, they made their way toward China, which they peopled. This origin of the Chinese race led to their calling themselves \Celestials.\ and it is for this reason that the emperor calls himself Son of Heaven. Such, at least, is the legend. —Toronto Globe. »at-hiW:-p.4tieai £ *l^e 4 taif ih.Hu,ys iarygj the.< Seasickness. An Italian physician, *who claims to know, says that \people who are sub- ject to seasickness shoufd'use atropine.. The injection of one milligram o*f a-tro- pinnm sulfuricum will keep seasick subjects well and free from the un- pleasant symptoms.\ A Climber. \Miss Nurich appears to be quite a society bud.\ \Yes; a bud of one of the climbing varieties of plants.\—Buffalo Express. A' rema? Sasting wa3 ago by a cd fFrencfn colonial to work one cries proceeding! near Brest. At cavation nearly 18 Andre Desrats wsl a condition that W| ticulate a word, his rescuers learned! dentally falling into tfl had been imprisoned f3%, days without anythingtto^ But a pig can -beat a man. ' Dr. 1 Carpenter in his \Manual of PhysioB gy\ records that a pig weighing 160 ^ pounds was entombed by the,fall of a portion of the chalk ^liffs at Dover. It was dug out 160-.'days later and-' found to be still alive, but reduced in weight to forty pounds.—London Mali. '' Sharpens Scissors, Hold a needle firmly by the head be- tween the thumb and first finger and with the scissors in the right hand cut back and forth on the needle, as though trying'to cut the needle in two. After several cuttings the scissors will be found very sharp.—National Maga- zine. Both Sides. First Commuter—It's a perfect little gem. It has been the ambition of my life to buy a nice little place in the country. Second Comlmuter— Well, I once felt that way myself. At present it's the ambition\of my life to sell a nice little place in the*country.—Puck, The Flax Expert. Parvenu (going over his estate with his steward)—The flax Is very short this year. Seems to me they will only bo able to make children's shirts with It-Fliegende Blatter. !f there were no clouds we wouldjnot enjoy the sun Old Saying. Smallest Deer In the WoHrf. •' •*?\& The \mousedeer\ of Indi,ii,afl!* Africa.,\'/ is*S$8e .chevrotain. one of,'t-U^smallest \ \ tioofed animals. It standsg||ss than '.'. twelve inches in height at tmSahoulder.. The prevailing color of tbjfe.-f.uT is * brown, finely speckled witi||:yellow. : t > The spots are large and sometimes run,.--|- into each other and form stripes. i;ijje5-i underparts of the body'are white. It : possesses the peculiar habit of walk- ing on the tips of its hoofs. This.^ends a stiffness to the legs which has gain- ed for the chevrotain the reputation of having no knee joints. It has no horns or antlers. But, as in the case oi the musk deer, the male is pi'ovideqV^'ith;^^ large canine teeth or tusks in tiBS up-' per jaw. It is of exceedingly disposition and lies hidden in thj gle throughout the day and on; tures to feed in the early mpfnli after dusk in the evening. Open Spaces In Cities. Along with the new keenuesl social and economic reform. Ef has developed a number of 6th| tues in the past score of years;' is an appreciation of the value ff| spaces in cities, and one is the in ed .determination to preserve a| landmarks. Every few months tide appears in the Tjtaes or other influential newspaper acqu ing people with the danger that threSt _ ens some historical or long cherished' spot, and usually the money necessary to save the property has been forth- coming.--Indianapolis News. All the news worth reading will.be found in the Black Kiver Democrat, Telephone your items of news to-the' 1 Democrat— No. 253.

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