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WOMEN'S SENSE OF BEAUTY
THE DAVIS NEWS.
By FAY L. CROSSETT.
CAROLINE AND THE BISHOP
By Catharine Mathews
No Substitute for Honesty.
No substitute has ever yet beer, dis-
covered for honesty. Multitudes of
people have gone to the wall trying to
find one. Our prisons are full of people
who have attempted to substitute
•ainething else for it. No man can
really believe in himself when he is
occupying a false position and wearing
£ mask, when the little monitor within
~*iim is constantly saying, "You know
vou are a fraud; you are not the man
you pretend to be." The conscious-
ness of not being genuine, not being
what others think him to be, writes
Orison Swett Marden in Success Mag-
azine, robs a man of power, honey-
combs the character and destroys self-
respect and self-confidence. When
lincoln was asked to take the wrong
side of a case he said, "I could not do
It. All the time while talking to that
jury I should be thinking, 'Lincoln,
you're a liar,' and I believe I should
forget myself and say it our loud.
Character as capital is very much un-
derestimated by a great number of
young men. They seem to put more
emphasis upon smartness, shrewdness,
long-headedness, cunning. Influence, a
pull, than upon downright honesty and
Integrity of character.
Italy is not usually supposed to fur-
nish favorable soil for the suffragette
movement. It is therefore a little sur-
prising to find how strong that move-
ment has already become. The con-
gress of Italian women that has just
been held in Rome is not so much the
inauguration as the continuation and
consolidation of a feminist effort that
has already met with marked success.
Although isolated groups had been
working for the amelioration of wom-
an's lot in Italy ever since its political
regeneration, it was not till 1898 that
a real feminist movement made itself
apparent. In Milan was founded the
Unione Femminile, which now has
more than 100,000 members. Turin
followed suit, with that splendid soci-
ety now ramified all over the peninsu-
la, the Co-operative Feminine Indus-
tries; Tuscany, the Romagna, the
Emilia, took up the example, until
there exist now some 20 different sec
lions, each autonomous in its methods
and ideals, but all helping forward the
social and ethical upraising of the
land. It was to bring together these
scattered sections, for the purpose of
interchanging ideas and projects, that
this Roman congress was called.
If the American husband is caught
In the act of admiring himself in the
glass and looking chesty it is doubt-
less because he has been reading that
the Rev. Dr. Aked says he is the best
husband in the world, being far su-
perior in every way to the pauper hus-
band of Europe or the prince husband,
cither. American wives should pause
occasionally to congratulate them-
selves on the snap they have. They
should also be patient and sweet
about it if hubby breaks away once in
a while and goes to a ball game. Their
lot might have been cast in Europe,
where the husband as yet is but par-
tially subdued, or in Asia, where he
thinks he is a superior being. In view
of this declaration from one who
should know in favor of the American
husband, the American woman as she
glides along under full sail of her
Merry Widow hat should cheer up and
console herself with the thought that
her life partner isn't as bad as he
might be.
Diplomacy, in spite of the frankness
which is supposed to characterize it in
modern days, still has its amusing
episodes. When Italy desired to open
post offices in five Turkish cities, the
porte not only refused permission, but
eaid that the opening would be pre-
vented by force If necessary. When
Italian battleships appeared the re-
quest was granted, "not as a right,
specially acquired," the Turkish am-
bassador took pains to remark, "but
as an expression of the unshaken sen-
timents of sincere friendship" between
the sultan and the king of Italy. Sig-
ner Tittoni, on behalf of Italy, re-
marked, somewhat dryly, that the
friendly sentiments of the sultan were
fully reciprocated.
An amateur sport is one who works
at it all the time except the few hours
each day which he must give over to
making a living. The professional
sport is one who works at it only the
few hours each day that he is obliged
to in order to make his living. That is
the difference between having to do a
thing and not having to.
The church army of England has re-
ceived an immense collection of lan-
tern slides from the estate of Alexan-
der Lamont Henderson, a pioneer of
modern photography, who was for
years photographer to Queen Victoria
and the prince consort.
A move is being made by the police
to shut off street musicians during the
early hours of the morning. Suburban-
ites who keep late hours wish some
way could be figured out to class lawn
mowers as musical instruments.
Plumbers who hunted with a lighted
candle for a gas leak in a Chicago
basement found it, but luckily only
part of the building was wrecked. Per-
haps a new generation of plumbers
has ccrae up since the ga3-leak joke
was laid away.
The Indiana man who led a double
fife cn a salary of $16 a week must
seem like a wizard to the men who
find it hard to live a single life on
Constantia spread out her hands
rith a gesture of repudiating all re-
sponsibility connected with any event
which might have taken place in the
history of the world since chaos took
definite form.
The impression she seemed desirous
of conveying was that, through no
fault of her own, all well-regulated and
easily understood things had been
pwept away and that chaos once more
reigned supreme, but as yet I was
wholly unenlightened concerning the
situation, save that Constantia had
twice given utterance to the plaintive
exclamation:
"The poor, dear bishop—how could
he let himself be so carried away!"
I am used to Constantia, it being
now some twenty-odd years since I be-
came Mr. Constantia, If I may so de-
scribe myself, and I was therefore
reasonably sure that if I refrained
from hurrying her into explanations it
would shortly become clear to me not
only by whom the dear bishop had
been carried away, but also whither
he had been carried.
Constantia is the best, the most af-
fectionate of wives, and has me on her
mind to a perfectly proper extent, but
all that portion of her mind which is
not occupied by me and my affairs is
weighted down with anxiety concern-
ing the cathedral, the dear bishop and
the welfare of the diocese.
We are constantly engaged in per-
fecting plans for the health and happi-
ness of all three, and of late we have
devoted no small portion of our time
and skill to marrying the dear bishop
to Mrs. Peter Cantear, Constantia
being firmly persuaded that this is
eminently desirable no less for the
cathedral and the diocese than for the
dear bishop himself. Of Mrs. Peter
Cantear I can only Bay that she ap-
pears to back Constantia in the mat-
ter, the bishop appears quiescent, as
a bishop properly should. The one
disturbing element is Caroline.
Caroline is Constantia's niece, and
though she is adorable I thank heaven
she is not my niece, or Constantia
would certainly blame me for disturb-
ances due to Caroline's vivacious in-
fluences.
Vivacity may be carried to a fault,
Constantia says, and Caroline holds as
well some most unorthodox views,
contending, for example, that bishops
are human, and that Mrs. Peter Can-
tear is a prim bundle of worn-out
platitudes. If Caroline, so pretty, so
brilliant and so gay, may be compared
to anything so disagreeable as a thorn,
I should certainly say she was the one
thorn of Constantia's otherwise satis-
factory life.
That Caroline was to blame for the
present crisis I guessed even before I
was informed, but that Mrs. Peter Can-
tear had witnessed the whole affair
was a mischance for which I was un-
prepared. And then the moon .
had forgotten that there was a moon
but, of course, being so. It gave the
thing away with a completeness which
no diplomacy of Constantia's could
ever hope to set straight again. The
stars in their courses fought against
her, and wasn't it precisely like Mrs
Peter Cantear to be in exactly the
wrong place at exactly the wrong mo-
ment?
I said as much to Constantia, but
learned I had misplaced the blame;
but for Caroline, It seemed, Mrs. Peter
Cantear might have been nnvwhere,
and at any time, without the present
disastrous consequences. Disastrous
was the word, said Constantia, yes,
certainly, disastrous.
It began, the disastrous circum-
stance, like a great many other un-
fortunate occurrences, In the most
innocent possible way. What could
be more harmless than an evening
guild meeting in the parish house,
what more Buggestive of good works
and peace of spirit? W hat could be
more uplifting? It evidently so
wrought upon the bishop that he de-
sired a season of peaceful communion
with himself to offset it, and, declining
the offer of Mrs. Peter Cantear's
sleigh to convey him home, he set off
with that youthful, elastic step that so
belied his 50 years and was bo entire-
ly characteristic of the bishop.
The cold, though intense, was brisk
and bracing, the snow gave out that
creaking Bound beneath his tread
which we always associate with Christ-
mas and with cheerlness, and which
gives to most of us that delicious
nostalgia for the things we left behind
us with our childhood. The moon
shone over all with an unequaled
brilliance.
"A perfect night," aald the biBhop,
as he turned to say good-night
to Mrs. Peter Cantear; and Mrs.
Peter Cantear agreed. She did not
then know it for a night whose perfec-
tion was to be marred for her by a
tremendous dtnt from an unkind fate.
The bishop proceeded without let or
hindrance unUl he came to the top
Df the McVlckars' hill, down
whose smooth white glistening length
the world and his wife were busily and
merrily engaged In coasting. Oh, It Is
quite the swagger thing—everyone
Is coasting this winter. People give
coasting parties with a little supper
after, very smart and jolly; but of
course Constantia, belonging aa she
does to the cathedra! set, does not ap-
prove of it for herself or me. Still, I
hear of It through Caroline.
When the bishop arrived at the top
of the hill he would doubtleBs have
given no thought to the frivolity be-
yond a gentle regret, had not the Imp
of mischance been lurking there in the
impenetrable disguise of Caroline. 1
seem to be unavoidably rude to Caro-
line In my comparisons.
I can hardly even yet realize that
the bishop could so completely forget
the cathedral, the diocese, the Epis-
copal example and his 50 years. The
remembrance of one or other of them
should have stayed with him, one would
think. Hut they fled him completely,
it appears, and before the astonished
eyes of Mrs. Peter Cantear, driving bc-
dately home in her sedately appointed
sleigh, was revealed the amazing sight
of Caroline and the bishop, coasting
(Copyright.)
on a little sled, whose lack of space
caused them to cling to each other in
a manner which showed far more re-
gard for their personal safety than for
the Episcopal dignity.
Picture it to yourself If you can; to
me, even, it seems a profanity on tho
part of Caroline; to Constantia It Is as
If the cathedral Itself had been seen
sliding down hill on Ilanny McVlckar's
little "bob," while to Mrs. Peter
Cantear we may well believe it was
what the crash of the worlds will be
when the elements which keep them
in their places dissolve.
A crash indeed it ended In, for the
bishop, being more accustomed to
steering guild meetings than small
sledB, made some wrong calculation in
endeavoring to avoid a collision with
Mrs. Peter Cantear's Bleigh. He was
forced by the BtresB of circumstance
to swerve and deviate from that
stralghtneBB of path which he was bo
insistent in recommending to his ca-
thedral flock, with the result that,
with an incredible swiftness, Caroline,
the bishop and the sled were over-
turned and mixed suddenly and com-
pletely with a quantity of soft snow.
No one, myself least of all, would
deny that Mrs. Peter Cantear was a
much and sorely tried lady. It was
shock enough to her nerves and Ideals
to see her own revered Episcopal prop-
erty being made, as It were, a sport of
circumstance—being flung, breathless
and hatleBs, Into a snow-bank. Shock
enough had the disastrous circum-
stance _ i quote Constantia — ended
there; but the bishop aroBe with haste,
and with devoted care he extricated
Caroline from the confusion of Bled
and snow.
"My own darling," said he, with an
entire disregard of Mrs. Peter Can-
tear's proximity, "my own darling, tell
mo that you are not hurt!" And with
that he tenderly kissed her upturned,
laughing face. I have mentioned be-
fore that there was a certain youthful
elasticity about the bishop!
"Mrs. Cantear is ill, positively ill
from the shock," said Constantia. I
This Is Chief Cause of Their Extrava-
gance in Dress.
"Modern women are extravagant,"
says Mrs. Ellen H. Richards, "but it Is
the conditions of our modern life, with
its loss of personal independence,
which are to blame for this extrava-
gance."
Mrs. Richards teaches in the Insti-
tute of Technology and is deeply in-
terested in educational questions, par-
ticularly those which relate to econom-
ic and industrial training, but before
everything else Mrs. Richards is
gracious, charming lady who moves
among the glass flasks and liunsen
burners of her chemical laboratory
with the same poise and dignity which
her mother probably showed in the lin-
en room 50 years ago, says the Bos-
ton Herald. So one isn't surprised to
find that while the tech teacher
realizes perfectly all the temptations
which the modern woman is heir to,
her plea is not the overcoming of these
temptations by mannish disregard of
all pretty things, but rather a return
to the old, beautiful ideals of living,
which recognized primarily that things
were not really "pretty" unless they
were also "good."
She compared the women of to-day
and of 50 years ago as regards the
quantity and the quality of their
dresses. ,
"Did you never hear of the judges
wife in one of our Massachusetts
towns," she asked, "who had only
three gowns?"
Her gray eyes smiled quietly as sne
watched the astonishment of her
twentieth century listener, and she
continued in calm enjoyment:
"Yes, she had her morning gown, in
which she did her housework—linsey
woolsey, I suppose it was, spun by her-
self—and she had the gown which she
wore for calls and at church, and then
she had her beautiful brocade, heavy
and rich and splendid—why, it would
stand alone! And it cost a great deal,
because it was such a lovely thing;
but she wore it and wore it and hand-
ed it down to her daughter and even
now it's the most precious dress of
the daughter's daughter.
"But compare with that inventor>
the gowns of a woman of to-day. She j
must have her morning dress, which
she can never wear in the afternoon;
she must have gowns for street wear,
for dinners, for receptions, for dances, |
for lectures. And yet—she hasnt one
really nice dress out of the lot—how
can she, when she must have so ^
many? .
"It's this desire for the show or
things and not for the real goodness
underneath that is the greatest extrav-
THE BALLADE OF THE THIN MAN. THE PEBBLE IN HIS SHOE.
I can do all that most men do.
That Is Jn common run of thlnRs;
I shave myself, enjoy It, too,
Can take a clock and mend Its springs.
Can mow the lawn at break of day,
Full many a poker hand I've dealt;
But, O, I've never learned the
To wear my trousers
belt.
I smoke unHl the air Is blue.
And I can blow a dozen rinprs:
Sometimes I'm out at night till
l^lke other men I take my flings,
At 40, baseball I still play,
The swiftest pitching I can welt;
But, O, I've never learned the way
To wear my trousers with a belt.
At fishing I'm a wonder, too,
I am the man that always brings
Homewards, when my sport Is through,
The largest fish, the biggest strings.
What other men can do, I say,
To undertake no fear I've felt;
But I have never learned the way
i wear my trousers
Down along a primrose way
Where gentle breeai-.s sweetly blew
A pessimist fared nil the day
And wore a pebble in one shoe.
Ills face was blackened by a frown,
He seemed to bear a narm-less dread;
He heard no music sifting down
Through leafy branches overhead.
Although the world was at Its best,
With Peace untroubled on her throne,
He carried sorrow in his breast
And hopelessness wus In bis tone.
Down along a primrose way
Where gentle breezes sweetly blew
The pessimist fared nil the day
And kept the pebble in his shoe.
-S. E. Kiser. In Chicago Record-Herald.
, belt.
i/envoi.
Prince, if you you're thin as I to-day,
If nature stingily hath dealt
With you. I need not further say,
I can't depend upon
Disconcerting Candor.
"I was very glad," said Dr. Good-
man, "to see you in church last Sun-
day—glad, and also flattered. I had
hardly hoped that my eloquence would
prove more attractive to you than
your regular Sunday morning game of
golf."
"Oh," replied the man who believed
in being candid at all times, "it wasn t
your eloquence, exactly. I have re-
cently been having a severe attack
of rheumatism in my right shoulder."
—Chicago Record-Herald.
HER CANDID OPINION.
KNEW THOSE FRIENDS.
agance of modern women,
declared
Mistress—You must get dressed
early to-day, Jane, for I have friends
coming to see me.
Jane—Yus, mum. An' shall I
move the humbrellas?
Her Only One.
Mrs. Crimsonbeak—You ought to be
arrested for making me go on the
street with that same old dress an-
other season!
Mr. Crimsonbeak—Well, dear, you d
probably be arrested if you went on
the street without wearing
Yonkers Statesman.
it!—
Mrs. Richards with increasing fervor.
"Instead of getting one nice gown
hlch will last for years |andEcape? 1)0 you thlnU j can
prove it any?
De Auber—How do you like my
It Might Have Been.
"1 think," said the ordinary citizen,
that I have met you before."
"Perhaps you have—perhaps you
have," replied the longhaired young
man who had at last succeeded in sell-
ing one of his poems to a magazine.—
Chicago Record-Herald.
HOPELESS.
ANNUAL SALES OVER NINE
MILLION.
Good, reliable quality is appreciated
bv the smoker. Over Nine Million 19,-
UOO.OOO) Lewis' Single Hinder cigars
sold annually. The kind of cigar smok-
ers have been looking for. made ot
very rich, mellow tasting tobacco. It 3
the judgment of many smokers that
Lewis' Single Hinder straight 6c cigar
equals in quality the best 10c cigar.
There are many Imitators or this cele-
brated brand. Don't let them fool you.
There is no substitute.
Tell the dealer you wish to try a
Lewis' Single Hinder.
Lewis Factory, Peoria, 111., Origlnat*
ors Tin Foil Smoker Package.
The "Pivot" Age.
When is a man "old?" Is it a mat-
ter of looks, or feeling, or age, or pro-
fessional custom? Walters, for in-
stance, are held to be "old" at 60.
But at that period of life statesmen,
barristers, actors, bishops and JudgeB
are accounted young. Athletes of all
kinds artf deemed "old" after 40 or
thereabouts. The board of trade reg-
ulations say that railway men and
others are "old" for their work at 60.
Old age pension scheme makers con-
sider 65 as the pivot age on which to
hang their pains. The point is cer-
tainly a very debatable one.—Hearts
of Oak Journal.
Sheer white goods, In fact, any fine
wash goods when new, owe much ol
their attractiveness to the way they;
are laundered, this being done in a
manner to enhance their textile beau-
ty. Home laundering would be equal-
ly satisfactory If proper attention was
given to starching, the first essential
being good Starch, which has sufficient
strength to stiffen, without thickening
the goods. Try Defiance Starch and
you will he pleasantly surprised at th«
improved appearance of your work.
Everybody Pleased But the Consumsr.
"Yes, he had some trouble with
his eye's," said the celebrated oculist
"Every time he started to read he
would read double."
"Poor fellow!" remarked the sym-
pathetic person. "1 suppose that In-
terfered with his holding a good po-
sition?"
"Not at all. The gas company en-
gaged him and gave him a lucrative
job reading gaB meters."—Stray Sto-
ries. —
The Debit Side Tetl .
"The late Admiral Balch," said a na-
val officer, "used to complain of the
Increasing cost of national armaments.
"The armaments, he would Bay,
continually cried out for money, mon-
ey, nothing but money. They were
like the shopkeeper's son.
"'When did James last write us.
the shopkeeper asked his wife one day.
•"Look in the cash book,' the wife
replied."
Caroline and the Bishop Stood Upon
the Threshold.
have a note from her here." She held
up a sheet of lavender-tinted paper
faintly suggestive of subdued mourn-
Ing.
"It Is all most extraordinary—no
one but the dear bishop can explain It.
I never expect Caroline to explain
anything."
"And the bishop has not been heard
from since?" said I. I know that Caro-
line survived the shock better than
Mrs. Peter Cantear, for she was in her
usual spirits at the breakfast table.
"He called this morning," said Con-
stantia, "and asked for Caroline. She
is in the morning room with him now;
and I hope she has had the grace to
apologize."
"In my day, my dear," I suggested,
"when a man kissed a girl inadvert-
ently, he. and not she, was the one to
apologize."
Constantia cruBhed me with a word.
"A man, yea," Bald she; "but this was
the biBhop!"
] am really afraid I must have caught
some of Caroline's unorthodox views
about bishops, not to have known the
difference without the explanation; but
before 1 had a chance to ponder over
Constantia's words the library door
opened suddenly and the pair In ques-
tion—Caroline and the bishop—Btood
upon the threshold.
"My dear friends," said the bishop
In his best cathedral voice—In fact, he
came so near Intoning it that for a
moment I wondered what was coming
—"mv dear friends, I know you will
rejoice with me In my happiness when
I tell you that our dear Caroline has
consented to honor me by becoming
my wife."
we get these slazy
to pieces ^tore the season Is over . try.
And the reason Is that our sense , ^ ^ ^ ^
beauty is defective. j
Height of Great Men. Why He Didn't Go.
The duke of Wellington has always The German emperor recently can-
a mvsterv 1 have read that he celed an engagement to take lunch-
es six feet four Inches tall. I have , eon with Prince von Hohenlohe-Bar-
read also that he was only five feet tensteln. Prince Von Stolbcrg-Werni-
Blx inches Historians tell us he was gerode, Prince von Solms-Lich, Prince
anywhere from five feet six inches to Von Stolberg-Ilossia, Prince von Balm-
five feet eleven Inches. There are ! Hostmar, Prince von Henthelm-Steln-
some things, seemingly very simple , furt and Prince von Salm-Salm. The
which it is impossible to establish; people of Germany can t understand
one of them. Historians are why he didn't go. It Is probable that
still guessing the height of J m's
Caesar, the size of Hannibal s head,
the weight of Alexander the Great and
the general dimensions of Solomon. |
Why, we are not even sure of the stat-
ure of George Washington. It might
be believed that Napoleon, Alexander
the Great and Jay Gould were of the
same size, three bumptious little chaps.
And it Is common belief that Charle-
magne, Erllng the Bold, Frederick the
Great, Robert Bruce, Sir William \\ al_
'lace, Gen. Wlnfield Scott and Richard
Coeur de Lion were all top-notchers,
"Old Fuss and Feathers," formed in
the prodigality of nature, leading in
girth and weight.—N. Y. Press.
Dictionary Users Modest.
"Men are never so modest as when
they go to use a dictionary," remarked
an attendant at the public library. As
a rule when you see a man go to a
public dictionary or one In any place
where other people are around, you11
see him look around furtively as If In
fear somebody might see him. Men who
make no pretensions at having any
great amount of knowledge neverthe-
less seem to be embarrassed to have
any one think that they do not know
the pronunciation or meaning of some
English word. The next time you see
a man looking up a word In the dic-
tionary, just ask him what it Is he
Is looking up, and see if he will tell
you You'll find in at least nine caseB
out of ten that he won't tell. He's
afraid you'll know It and have the
fun of enlightening him."—Cleveland
Plain Dealer.
he waB afraid of getting hyphenated.
Chicago Record-Herald.
How She Lost Her Preitige.
Mistress (angrily)—How dare you
talk back to me In that way? I never
heard such impudence! You have a
lot of nerve to call yourself a lady's
maid.
New Maid—1 don't call myself that
now, ma'am; but I was a lady's maid
before I got this job.
SHOULD BE CONTENT.
I am trying to appear properly de-
pressed before Constantia, but, speak-
ing freely to the outside world, 1 think
that Providence has been good, very
kind and good, to the cathedral, to the
diocese, and, above all, to the dear
bishop himself, and 1 know that tho
dear bishop thinks so, too.
I
Editor (as a manuscript falls on
floor, Instead of In the waste basket)
Even that basket won't accept it!—
Meggendorfer Hlaetter.
Dangerous.
Redd—Don't you believe that
lays are dangerous?
Greene—I certainly do. I broke
down in my automobile the other day,
and had nothing to do to amuse the
girl but propose to her.—Yonkers
Statesman.
Wants the Big Ones.
The Major—About 700,000 demi-
johns are made yearly In this coun,
but the largest sizes are im-
ported.
The CQlonel—Yes, we all seem to
hanker after Imported things, don't
we?—Yonkers Statesman.
Wife—My dear, you have nothing
to complain of. You have everything
that I want. What more could you wish
for?—Fllegende Blaetter.
CARD TALK.
merrily down the Icy expanse ot hill
There goes Percy
Reginald—Ah!
De Puttyface with a frown aa black
as the "ace of spades."
Clarence—Yes; he has
lost all his "diamonds'
"hearts" at the "club ."
recently
Necessary Work.
Bacon—Your wife's away, isn't she
Egbert—She Is.
"And who is her understudy?"
"Her what?"
"Her understudy—who darns your
socks when she's away?"—Yonkers
Statesman.
The Penitential Tear.
In Moore's beautiful poem, "Lalla
Rookh," is told how the banished Peri
tried to gain admittance at the gate
of paradise. The angel at the gate
told her she would be admitted wh®"
she brought the gift in all the world
that was the dearest In the sight of
heaven. She wandered everywhere,
searching for rare and valuable gifts
She brought the last drop of blood
from a dying hero's heart, and the
farewell sigh of a loyal lover, but
neither opened the gate of paradise.
At last she found a criminal weeping
in penitence, and, catching a tear from
his eyes, she took It up to the gate
of heaven, and was at once admitted,
for the dearest thing in the Bight of
God is a penitential tear.
Elephants That Fish.
Perhaps the most curious use to
which I have ever seen the working
elephants of India put is Ashing,
wrlteu a contilbutor to St. Nicholas. I
once saw 25 e epbants driven back and
forth In a !'*r.?a jungle lake, so as to
Btlr up thf; nu'd on the bottom and
drive to the surface many varieties ot
fine fish. And therewith the waiting
men seized their prey thus curiously
trapped, cut off their heads with bam-
boo speara and gathered them into
baskets. The elephants themselves en-
joyed the sport, and at a hint from
their mahouts considerately abstained
from blowing under water or splash.
playing ,ng 0ne wi,ite official with the party me t0 be asking If 1 would mind shar-
bagged 72 pounds of fish | mg my supper with them.
The Real Thing.
"A man showed me a gold brick to-
day."
"Of course you bought it."
"Of course I did nothing of the
kind. It belonged to the United
States treasury— Baltimore Amer-
ican.
Economy Begins at Home.
"I hear you'r teaching your son
play draw-poker. Do you think that1
wise?"
"Certainly. He's bound to learn
from some one. If he learns from me
it keeps the money In the family."
Life.
Not Acquainted.
"How do you like your new neigh
bora
"1 haven't called on them. I dldn
like the looks of their furniture as
was being carried in."—Detroit Free
Press.
At Sea.
She—What are the wild waves say
lng, I wonder?
Wantergo Holmes—They seem
It's Fine.
C. M. Johnson, Louisville. Ky.,
writes;
"I have used your Hunt's Cure, and
It Is fine."
We have many similar letters.
Hunt's Cure Is a strictly guaranteed
remedy for any variety of skin dis-
eases. It stops Itching instanta-
neously.
Nothing in Vain.
The poet died without knowing what
he had been created for.
"To starve!" was the one beBt
guess. ,
Of course he was in error. Could
he have looked forward only a hun-
dred years or so, and beheld the cheajj
skates who would then be making a
fat living writing about him. he musl
have understood better. Almost notb
lng is created in vain.
In a Pinch, Use ALLEN'S FOOT-EASE.
A powder. It cures painful, smart-
ing, nervous feet and ingrowing nails.
It's the greatest comfort discovery of
the age. Makes new shoes easy. A
certain cure for sweating feet. Sold
by all Druggists, 25c. Accept no sub-
stitute. Trial package, FREE. Ad-
dress A. S. Olmsted, Le Roy, N. Y.
de-
Can Such Things Be?
She—I see a cooking school and a
nursery are among the Innovations to
be tried soon In Seattle.
He—And Is there no Society for the
Prevention of Cruelty to Children In
Seattle, I wonder?—Yonkers States-
man.
Didn't Broaden Him.
They say that travel broadens a
man," aald the dark woman.
Well, I don't know about that," re-
plied the light woman. "My husband
haB been a conductor on a trolley car
for seven yenrB, and see how thin he
—YonkerB Statesman.
Wouldn't Wash It.
"What is that young man doing out
there?" ...
Trying to attract my attention with
the handkerchief flirtation, I guess."
"You do not seem to be respond-
lng."
"No, I am not his laundreSB. — Nash-
ville American.
NOT NEWS TO HIM.
Important to mothers.
Examine carefully every bottle 01
CASTORIA a safe and sure remedy for
infants and children, and see that it
Bears the
Signature ol(
In Use For Over 30 Years.
The Kind You Have Always Bought.
Without Soul.
"Do you enjoy hearing the roblna
singing joyously in the treetops?"
"No," answered Mr. Sirlus Baker,
"I don't. If a human being kept prac-
ticing the same tune forever, like a
robin, they'd run him out of the com-
munity."
Do You Itch?
The cup of human misery Is never
quite full until some form of itching
skin disease Is added. Then it over-
flows. Hunt's Cure Is a specific for
any Itching trouble ever known. One
application relieves. One box is guar-
anteed to cure any one case.
Fame.
"Who was James Boswell?" asked
the teacher of the clasB In English lit-
erature.
"He was Dr. Samuel Johnson's press
agent," answered the young man with
the bad eye.
Wall—What business are you
now?
Broad—I'm a stock broker.
Wall—They say there's a good deal
of money In that business.
Broad—Well, there's a good deal of
my money!—Chicago Journal.
A liar should have a good memory.
—Quiutlllau.
Try Murine Eye Remedy
For Red, Weak, Weary, Watery Eyes.
Murine Doesn't Smart—Soothes Lye ram.
All Druggists Soli Murine at 50ct . The 48
Page Book in each Pkg. is worth Dollars
in every home. Ask your Druggist.
Murine Eye Remedy Co., Chicago.
Not Recorded.
Bill—Did they record that politi-
cian's speech? |
Jill—1 believe not. They hadn't a ■
wind gauge, I believe.—Yonkers States-
man.
i on iivory bottle.
The best manner of avenging our-
selves Is by not reBembling him wh®
has injured ub.—Porter.
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