The Canadian Valley Record. (Canton, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 27, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 16, 1905 Page: 3 of 6
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The Canadian Valley Record.
M. O HALLAKD, Ed sad fib.
CANTONi
OK LA
Of course the ImitatUm butter that
was served to L'nclu Sam's tars was
colored red.
How we wish it had been one of
those petrified apples Satan gave to
Mother Eve!
The mikado continue- to give credit
to liis ancestors. He hopes posterity
w.ll do likewise.
A trolley line from the Atlantic to
tb* Pacific in being talked of. Kindly
accent the "talked."
Even if the French savants '.I'ink
k.ssing "an unpleasant custom" It Ik
itABt ungallanl to say so.
We note that a clergyman down in
Brstol. H. I., Bays that lie has sinless
children. Whit do hia neighbors say?
"Vale." says an Incorrigible joker
who is acllng as football coach in that
unl-erslty, "has never stood for rough
pla>."
There are those who detc.t a cer-
tain amount of open work also in the
arguments against thu perforated
stocking.
Carlisle has a man on her eleven
named Klcked-on-the-Jaw. He'll have
lots of brotbers-in-fact before the sea
ion a over.
Grind Duke Cyril is a lucky man.
He has bticceeded in marrying tlie
woman he loves and getting banished
from Russia.
The Sultan of Turkey has bought
an automobile. Perhaps he intends
to personally circulate among his Ar-
menian subjects.
A lot of Virginia women have form-
ed an Rutl-klsslng society. Meanwhile,
Virginia's pretty women are too busy
•.; break into print.
A California man has adopted a
girl because he was charmed by her
piano playing. We may add that she
didn't live next door.
THE BAREFOOT TRAIL.
of th" d.-ar front gat<- ti rnn.
> the nun and ill w and tan:
vrmed the iluity. peaceful street.
Arched (•> maple* < in m<*m'ry sw. ei i.
_ Kxed ln pasture. with i-l«ivei lush:
Enured tie- copse where trilled the
thrush:
ttnmtiled. litiK'i-fd nn«l played— nnd llien
Turned to mother and home again.
Street and pasture and hill and vale—
Sui-h was the i-ouise ■•. Ihe llaiefoot
Trail;
l*au*ln ."'id \<-«i!ng for tills nnd that -
Now for a unnn- of one old eat.
Now for a rollii-kltiK butterfly.
Now for .1 tost hur.g Just too high.
• for <i liriHikslde baum and then
liurk t > ir.Jther and h«n e acilii.
Never a sun for this trail too hot.
N>'Vi i- a nook tliat knew it not.
rwtclliiK ami inrnliiK from scene to scene.
It eheekerid the realm of the gold and
gi een,
Panwufer- t-ouiier lioyhood. slim:
Piissp.irt whistle ami tattered brim;
Province—Io Ik i kon sfai. and lh>-n
To lead to tnothl-r and home aKaili.
Many a secret and many a tale;
Ours who followed the llarifoot Trail.
Wonder* witnessed and marvel* heard;
Kinship of squirrel and hare and bird.
Tlin shortest route io th« swimming hole.
The tinny spoil of the swaying pole.
Care-free- triumphs and Joy*—anil then
(Hesti the 'mother and home again."
— Kdwin L. Suliln. in Saturday Kvening
Post
Private Denny
Hogan
"Many a man." says one of the lady
Journalists, "has fallen in love with a
nlmple. ' Yes. and discovered later
•bat it was only a wrinkle.
"An Italian." according to an es-
teemed contemporary, "walked a mile
with a broken neck." Did you ever
tee a mile with a broken neck?
A "nac'.ine for milking cows by elec-
tricity nas been Invented. It Is re-
ported to work feirly well- when the
cow can be induced to stand still.
That clubwoman who exhorts moth-
ers to let their boys get dirty once a
day need not worry The boys will
nee to it that her advice is followed.
A Japanese girl is trying to get a
Mb in a telephone office in San Fran-
risco. and the natives are taking
' j rearing lessons from a Japanese
a az.
The funny men have been given an-
other opening; John D. Rockefeller
stays he feels like a sponge, and 235
iokrs In repartee suggest themselves
at once.
Wall Street will probably give a
modal or a loving cup or some other
testimonial of esteem and gratitude
to tfe man who got into Russell Sage
Tor J 21,085.
Ten Edison says Americans eat
too much and work too little. He
ougb* to take a walk around the out-
side of his shop and get acquainted
with tbc facts.
Ian * It funny that it is always men
"who lead exemplary lives" that turn
out to be embezzlers? Men who lead
iho o*i.«>r kind of a life are generally
too bnsy to embezzle.
Apparently lots of people believe
that it is unlucky to get married on
Friday the 13th. Lots of other peo
pie btlleve that It is unlucky to get
married on any other day.
It ia to be considered, howbelt. that
If a htii band's pocket were as hard tc
find as qjs wife's pocket, there would
be r.o Med of his carrying a rat trap
111 it for purposes of protection.
Carnegie wants the five leading na-
Hons to get together and make the
world accept peace. The great trouble
is that If the five leading nations
ever get together they will be likely
to flfht
A European scientist says man s
first ancestor was a tree. Tlier*'«
nothing ntw in that. Darwin asserted
that mes descended from monkeys
and any fwl knows that monkejs 1c.-
scend fr<*4 trees.
A Boston tailor killed himself be-
cause hit customers wouldn't pay
their nllli If he did it to spite the
custom*?™ he probably succeeded.
They oiav now have to get their
elotho* nude where d-erosils wMl be
required.
"Aunt" Ann Betts of Kast Orange,
N. .1., celebrated her one hundred and
second birthday last week. She Isn't
In the poorhoitse and hasn't used
whisky and tobacco all her life. Thl
is a remarkable record for a New Jer-
sey centenarian.
It was when I commanded an army-
post out on the border. Cornfields
wave there now.
We had been confined to the stock-
ade for so long that we felt a desire to
romp across the prairie like young
colts let loose from the four walls of a
gloomy stall. There were women, a
child, Lieut. Elmore, myself and Den-
ny Hogan. an old plains soldier, who
came along to do our driving.
: The Indians were hostile; but we
had Just finished an active campaign
against them, so I felt fairly safe in
giving my consent to a drive and pic-
nic beyond the river.
It was a beautiful day with a moist,
soft breeze blowing from the south. It
was a merry party and wa drove on
and on over the springy buffalo grass
until the fort looked like a tiny toy
affair across the level prairie." About
eleven o'clock we halted fqi; luncheon
beneath the shade of a clump of Lit-
ton woods. Private irtgan hobbleef the
horses, leaving the harness on, while
Lieut. Elmore and 1 assisted the ladles
with the luncheon.
Presently Hogan came back and. dis-
regarding our cordial invitation to sit
down and eat. mounted to the top of
the tallest cottonwood and began a
vigilant lookout.
; I fear there was some light chaff at
Denny's caution mingled with our ap-
preciation of his watchfulness; but 1
knew Hogan for an old ami experi-
enced plainsman and felt with a slight
decree of uneasiness that doubtless
there was some cause for his actions.
The meal, which was a long one.
was drawing to a close. Suddenly we
heard a scrambling above our heads,
and Private Hogan came slithering to
the lower branches from which he
dropped In a heap on the ground. Like
a flash, however, he was up and walk-
ing rapidly toward the wagon. Little
Madge clapped her tiny hands and
laughed a clecful appreciation of the
soldier's feat.
"Do it again. Denny!" she cried. "Do
It again!"
"Hi. Hogan!" I called, "where are
you going?"
Denny turned upon his heel and sa-
luted. stifT as a ramrod.
"Ill Jlst be afthcr hookln' up, sor-r!"
he responded, still standing at "atten-
tion."
"B'jt, you have had no dinner. Len-
ny!" aaid my wife.
Private Hogan saluted once more,
"I'll be atln' my l<* nch in the wagon,
thin, av ye plaze," he said.
I looked closely at the soldier. His
face was smiling broadly upon the
ladies; but his eyes had a far differ
ent expression as he turned them to
me. saluted once more and turned
upon his heel.
I sprang up and followed him to the
wagon. What is It. Hogan?" 1 asked,
anxiously.
"Injuns! "he whispered without turn-
ing his head. "My God, colonel! the
women and the little blue-eyed collen!
Get thim in the wagon, sor-r," he con-
tinued. an' be the love av God and
the help of the Vargln Mary we'll
do what men can to save thim!" He
threw a broad grin over his shoulder
for the benefit of the rest of the party.
"Ha. ha! Yls sor-r, thank ye, sor-r, a
wee dhrap av whisky and a sandwich,
av ye plaze! An ould sojer do be likln'
to ate on the roon!"
I turned. "Hurry, colonel, for the
love av Christ!" groaned the brave fel-
low. His eyes wandered furtively over
the prairie; his hands worked at the
harness with frenzied haste and his
face was white as death—but his stiff
lips struggled bravely with "Saint Pat-
rick's Day in the Morning!"
I hastened hack and Informed the
party that Hogan had found It neces-
sary to return at once to the fort. The
news, however, failed to meet a favor-
able reception. The ladles went re-
luctantly about their packing and
Lieut. Elmore grumbled audibly about
high-minded privates. I glanced out
upon the prairie. A little cloud of dust
decided me.
"Do not be startled," I pleaded, "but
the scconds arc as precious as the
drops of our life blood! Ix>ave every-
thing and get in the wagon for your
lives! Elmore," I said, hurriedly, "you
and I will take our positions In the
back of the wagon with the women
nd child in the bottom protected by
the blankets. We have each a revol-
ver and I have my shotgun. Oh, God.
for our rifles!"
Elmore saluted, pale but steady as a
rock. Denny swung up with the
wagon. Before It stopped we had
flung the ladles In. bidding them He
flat apon rue bottom of the ho* and
hold the child low. "Go, Denny'" I
shouted
"Yla. sor-r!"
He leaned forward and lashed the
horses Into a run. Elmore and I
swung on behind and the wagon head-
ed away for the fort- which now-
looked farther away than ever.
For half a mile we kept the clump
of cottonwoods between us and the
dust cloud. Thea we were obltgad to
swerve in order to avoid a buffalo wal-
low. A sa*age yell floated faintly to
our ea.s. 1 je race with death was on'
Hogan lashed and cursed the flying
horses. "How far behind, colonel?" he
bawled.
"Half a mile. Denny! How far to
the ford?"
"Wan mile, sor-r! '
A puff of smoke burst from the dust
cloud and a bullet sped angrily ovei
our heads, knocking up the grass 100
yards ahead. The heavy wagon
lurched and bounded and the labored
breathing of the horses rose above
the noise of the pounding wheela.
"Half a mile to the ford, sor-r!" He
glanced over his shoulder. "Pray!" he
shouted, "pray to the Vargln! We'll
need her help this ride!"
"Whip!" I yelled. "Lay on the whip.
Denny!"
"Yls, sorr!" The whip whistled
shrilly. "Their backs do be a mass av
blood already, sor-r!"
A volley came knocking among uh.
Elmore and f fired our pistols without
effect.
"Courage!" screamed the brave
Irishman. "Courage! Here's the ford
and the cavalry comin'beyant! I hear
the bugle and bless God 'tis slngln' the
'Char-rge!' Whooroo! Kape 'em off
but a minute longer—only a minute
longer— Fly, ye dlvlls. fly' Don't ye
hear the bugle? Fly! — A hundhred
yar-rds—Shoot close, colonel, I can
hear the breathln' av their ponies—"
—He half rose and b%nt forward over
the horses; but even as the lash fell
another volley came and he rolled
from his sent to the torn ground while
the maddened team dashed on Into the
ford. One fleeting laBt glimpse I had
of Private Denny Hogan as he dragged
himself to his knees and drew his re-
volver. Twice he fired and two horses
flew riderless out of the dust-ck>u'l.
Then he fell forward upon his face and
the savage wave rolled over him and
into the river, whence presently a
broken frogmen* of It fled away over
the prairie with the Nemesis of crack-
ing rifles upon Its track.
And the cornfields now wave where
Denny Hogan fell. He was one who
helped make them possible.—Cleve-
land Leader.
LooK. Out for Him
II* s not ton philanthropic
Mill a w> i come u> know him well.
UK stmi Is mloroscopli-
B\ the slorb s ttuit they tell.
A m«' : unpleasant |<art> .
V.HI would Kever *ue*s hi* gull"
With hi* hanoshaki warm and iwarty
And Ids glad, blight smile.
You'd think hi* In-art was glowing
With um-uU ulutltiK love.
He's l>aimil *M to all showing
As u gentle sUl'kinK dove.
Ill* talk is mighty lakhis;
You are bou:ul to lik- him while
Yenr right ham! l-« -'s warmly -baking.
With hi* gl.ol. blight smile
His manm r's apt to win you
If you've ra\«r* to he*tow.
Ht-'s more ihun apt to skin you
If you Itlve him half a show.
He's a inixtuie of liyena.
Wolf and shark und crocodile.
Anil the hamlMhake make* it meaner.
And the jelud. bright l-mlie.
—Chicago Ntws
tCopyright 1S0S by Dalty Story Pub. Co i
the horse. "I wonder if the campers
are city people or farmers?"
She turned- into the road that led
Into the stretch of woods, and drove
up to the back of the row of tent*.
Halloa, Helmer! Wle gehts! How
many for plea—"
The young man who had come from
Bab sauntered down the little zig-
lag path through the owhard to the
dust-white road.
"Visiting on a farm Is rather pleas-
ant. but it has its drawbacks. One
gets uo opportunity to rid.'. The
horses work all day and a' night are
too tired to be 'hooked up.' I'm goins
to aak the very first 'rig' that I meet \ the tent paused in astonishment as
take me in." j 'he vision of yellow braids and pink
The tinkling of a bell roused her sunbonnct met his gaze.
from her ruminations, and looking ! "I beg your pardon. Is Helmer—"
up, she saw a white, canvas-covered i "I ani Minna Helmer," said a soft
wagon coming. As it came nearer, voice, "and I came to dellvtr the
she read; ' A. Heimer. Fresh Baked goods."
hair to please him. He ia up at th*
first farmhouse on the hill buying •
cow. and I offered to come down here
and deliver the bread. I didn't know
it waa a crowd of met He said
folks.* ~
She- had never before condescended
to make explanations upon demand,
snd the young tyrant was quite molli-
fied.
"Oh. wi 11, Bab! Take off that sun-
bonnet !'*
She sat immovable.
"Please. Iiab!"
She took It off demurely and don-
ned her hat; then essayed to put up
the braids.
"No!" he said. "I like them. 1
never saw your hair down before.
You are a veritable Gretchea. Bab.
tell me, why did you come down hero
In ihe country?"
"I don't know. ! had to do some-
thing. I was—unhappy—"
"liab, darling!"
"No!" she cried, warding off an
appioaching arm. "Why dl* you
come?"
Because I heard you were here."
Bab now reined up at the farm-
house and the baker and farmer came
out of the barnyarS.
Rob got out and went up to the
baker
"I thought I'd come up and see
If we could have your whole stocV.
Those fellows can't eat enough to
satisfy them."
The bargain was closed and the
goods handed over to him. Then he
approached the farmer.
"Let n:e take your horse and bur
gy for the rest of the day. Wilson?"
"Sure." said the farmer.
Then Rob turned to Bab.
"Come!" he said.
And she came.
FLOOD OF GOLD 18 PREDICTED.
Luther Burbank
at Home
Luther Burbank is a man of small
frame, refined features and rather deli-
cate health. His hair is beginning to
turn gray and he has dispensed with
the heavy mustache, curled like that
of a poet, which he formerly wore.
Now his face Is entirely smooth. Like
most geniuses, he is Indifferent about
his dress. He has no wife or faiplly
to look after him. but his mother, now
over ninety years of age, is his house-
keeper. Ills cottage is small, but very
neat, and daintily furnished. It is al-
most entirely hidden by wild roses and
other creepers, and It stands surround-
ed by palms and rare shrubs In the
middle of a garden of nine acres, with
a row of big walnut trees shading the
sidewalk.
Mr. Burbank wasted $500 worth of
time talking to us about his work and
Ills theories and showing us his gard-
ens. When we left he filled our arms
with flowers of the rarest kinds, that
were worth thousands of dollars. He
talked very freely concerning his fi-
nances. He said he was not in the
business for gain, although every
flower In his gurden was of great value
for seed. He showed tis a bed of
dahlias—several hundred plants—for
which a Chicago mar. had offered him
$100 each. He picked up a leaf of
spineless cactus as big as his hand,
and said It was worth $500 for seed.
About a bushel of similar leaves were
lying on the ground. He took us to a
bed of "star flowers"—something en-
tirely new —a hybrid which he has pro-
duced from an Australian plant sent
him by a friend. It is everlasting,
pink, crimson and white, and never
loses its color or luster. He told us
that a French millinery company had
offered to buy all of these flowers that
he could raise, desiring to use them
for trimming hats, but Insisted upon
having a million blossoms to start
with, so as io supply the demand. He
said the contract was worth hundreds
of thousands of dollars, but he was
compelled to decline ll because It
would keep him from other work that
was of greater importance. Instead of
accepting the fortune the Frenchmen
offered him. he gave them some seed,
and told them to raise their own
flowers.
"I have quite an expensive establish-
ment." said Mr. Burbank, "nine acres
here and fifteen acres more six miles
from town. I employ eighteen and
sometimes twenty gardeners. I have
correspondents all over the world
sending mo new things and keeping
me posted as to what other men arc
doing. All that has to be paid for. 1
have to Issue catalogues. My postage
bill Is $ut) a month. 1 receive an aver
age ot 160 lettera a day. asking nl!
kinds of questions—how to raise chil-
dren, how to preserve fnlt, what kind
of windmills I use. begging Tor seed^
and slips and flowers, asking for all
kinds of horticultural Information—
nnd, of course, most of them want my
photograph and autograph.—Wm. E.
Curtis In the Chicago Record-Herald.
Goods."
"How odd!" she thought. "A bak- |
ery wagon In the country!"
She stopped by the roadside and
motioned io the driver to slop. A
ruddy-faced, throat-whiskered old
man beamed serenely upon her.
"Ah! Vat you vants?"
"What have you besides bread?"
"Cakes und pies."
"I will take haif a dozen cakes."
When the transfer of coin had been
effected. Bab asked him which way
he was going.
'Rount mit der Forks rote, und py
der rlfcr rote. You go dat way al-
ready yet?"
"Yes, that Is my way. May I ride
with yon?"
The hearty "Ja" induced Bab to
climb to the seat beside him. The
swift, little trot of the horse, the
pretty passing scenes, the redolence
of hay meadows without and fresh
baked bread within, and the chatter
of the simple old Dutchman were
very pleasing to the city bred girl
who hud fled to her uncle's farm to
find a refuge from the ha«rtuche con-
sequent upon a returned engagement
ring.
"Ob." he nodded understanding^,
"Now, tell me," he said sternly, "what
this means."
as he continued to gaze in admiration
at the fair young bakeress.
"What do people in the country buy 1 What will you wish? Pies, cakes,
bread for?" she asked. "Why don't | bread—'
they bake their own cakea and
loaves?"
The old man shook his head. "Not !
for him to reason why. his simply to
sell and buy," thought Bab.
At every farmhouse a customer was
In watting for a goodly supply.
"That your gal, Heimer?" asked one
farmer with a sly glance in Bab's
direction.
"Have you a daughter?" asked Bab.
when they had resumed their Journey.
Ja. Minna. She 1st one goot girl.
She rites mit me like you. This is
her hat. then."
From beneath the Beat he brought
forth a pink sunbonnet which it
pleased Bab to substitute for uer
hat. The baker nodded his approval.
"Now you looks some like Minna
Her hair 1st yellow like yours, but
she does It mit braids."
Bab removed the sunbonnet, took
out a lapful of pins and combs and
made her hair into two heavy Draids.
A turn in the road brought them
in sight of a broad, shining river. The
baker pointed to some tents on the
bank in among the trees.
I takes brod to the folks there.
Then I conies back already."
"Haven't you got time, Heimer. to
"Oh I Vat you vantat"
come in and see about buying that
cow?" called a lusty voice from t .e
farmhouse they were passing.
"Whoa!" called the baker, reining
up.
"Will you hold the horse, then?"
he asked Bab.
"Yes; but why can't I deliver the
goods to those folks that are camp-
ing down yonder and then return for
you?"
"8o? Dat Is goot. Per pig lofes ist
siebeu cents, der leetlc lofes, four
cents, der cakes 1st tfcu cents one
dozens, und der pies ist ten centa."
"All right!" said Bab, touching up
Before he could decide three youths
appeared around the corner of the
first tent, and they surrounded the
wagon. Bab knew at a glance they
were city men and of her own class.
Her modish shoes and skirt, belt, sil-
ver bag. etc.. were covered by the
dust robe. The white shirt waist,
pink sunbonnet and yellow braids
could clearly belong to Minna Heimer
in their estimation, and she was
quite enjoying the situation, returning
their chaffing good naturedly, respond-
ing in fairiv good German to their
queries in that language. Suddenly
another man appeared upon the
scene. Bab's heart gave a great leap
and she caught her breath sharply, as
she bent her head over the box of
bread.
So he. Rob Booth, had also fled
from the scenes of their former hap-
piness! In her confusion, the dust
robe dropped as she half rose to take
out the bread.
"Whew! Minna is up to date,"
laughed one of the men. spying the
shining Oxfords.
Bab kept the sunbonnet loweret}.
alid resolved to disguise her voice
should It be necessary to speak in the
transact on of the Inisiness.
"How much for the brod. Minna?"
asked c.ne of thein coming up close
to the wagon.
"Der pig lofes 1st sleben cents, der
leetle lofes, four cents, der cakes ten
cents der dozen, un der pies, teu
cents."
A shout of laughter went up at her
transition from perfect English to the
broken German.
"Oh. Minna, you're a darling. How
much for a kiss?"
The sunbonnet was raised now, and
caution lost In anger. Two blazing
eyes looked straight at the offender.
Biff! The loaf of bread she was hold-
ing smote him sharply across the
cheek, and she drove away without
waiting for the purchases to be made.
Sounds of laughter, cries of "Good
for you, Billy. You got what was
coming, all right." fell upon her
ears. Once out of the woods, she had
to slacken her pace, aa there was a
narrow place to turn. She heard the
sound of some one running swiftly
behind her. She urged anew the
horse
"Walt, Bab!" commanded a once-
loved voice.
Another instant and he had sprung
Into the wagon and sat beside her.
"Bab. look up here!"
She obeyed defiantly.
"Now, tell me," he said sternly,
"what this means."
It really seemed good to hear again
the Imperious voice and commanding
way she had so resented In days gone
by.
"The baker let me ride with him."
she said meekly, "and I put on his
daughter's sunbonnet and braided
Will Yellow Metal Ultimately Become
Too Plentiful as Money?
Will gold ultimately become too
plentiful for UBe as money? Some per-
sons think it will. The world's gold
output was $254,000,000 in 1900, $262.
000.000 in 1901, $295,000,000, in 1902.
$325,000,000 in 1903, and $350 000,000
in 1904. It will be $400,000,000 in 19U5.
How do we know that the $400,000,000
mark will be reached In 1905? Because
the chief gold fields of the world are
ir.ore productive thus far In 1905 than
they were in 1904. Last year the
I'nited States led all the countries,
with an output of $8<i,000,000, accord-
ing to a writer in Leslie's Weekly.
This year we are breaking all the rec-
ords for this country.
The world In 1905 Is producing just
twice as much gold as It yielded in
1S95, whe n the Ne braskan, in the Chi-
cago convention, started his little
| financial reign of terror. The "scram
ble for gold among the nations"
which he dwelt on then has ended.
Every country in the world which of-
fers the right sort of security can ge:
all the gold these days that it need >
except perhaps Russia, whose credit
is hit hard by the Japanese war and
by the menace of civic cataclysm.'
The Nebrnskan's own country has
more gold In 1905 than it can make
profitable use of. and is lending it to
every country which asks for It. Half
a dozen countries have dropped sil-
ver since 189ti and have adopted the
gold standard. Mexico did this in
April. 1905. Every great nation in
the world is on the gold basis to-dav
except Chlua. Every small country is
on the gold basis except half a dozen
of the minor ones in I^atin America.
Asia and Africa, which do not count
In the world's affairs.
Paints Wild Beasts' Eyes.
One of the oddest ways a young
woman artist of this city has of add-
ing to her income Is the painting of
the glass eyes that are fitted Into the
heads of wild animals sent to a taxi-
dermist to be stuffed and mounted,
says the New York Press. She is not
called upon to paint these special
eyes for the ordinary run of our na
tive beasts. She only gets one of
these orders when some sportsman
has killed a panther, a grizzly, or a
tiger—animals noted for the savage
glare of their eyes. Then she takes
all the pains she is capable of to get
the "glare" just as savage as she can.
Before she begins work she learns In
just what attitude the beast is to be
mounted, for it would never do to rep-
resent the animal with his eyes
ablaze with the light of battle If he
was to be postured as lying half
asleep. The work does not pay wel!.
Sometimes the artist gets only a do.-
lar a pair for the eyes, while now and
again she gets as much as $2 a pair
M v ship has
white.
My Ship.
come and her sails nc
with health and peace
She ridea on the sea of pure delight.
Where the *ky bends gold and bl\
above,
And ripples of gladness 'round her pla>.
As she furla her snowy sails to-day
I looked for her oft and waited long
Hut mists bung heavy and dark be-
low;
Sometimes 1 thought I could hear the
song
Of the seraph band, or caught the
glow
From their crowns of light, but doubt«
and fears
Obscured my beautiful ship for years.
But she's here at last, my ship, my ship.
My keautlful ship of health and love.
She's moored to the "Rock of Ages '
fast
And Calvary's banner fii ats above.
And I rest secure from death und sin
"ii-iutlful ship sailed li.
Philadelphia Press.
Feathers from the Ostrich.
Apropos of the vexed question < f
weaving feathers plucked from living
birds In hats. It. is comforting to know
that the wearer of long ostrich feath-
ein need have no qualms op the sub
Ject. The larger and more valuable
feathers, which are in the wings ant.
tall of the bird, are carefully cut off
with sclssers and the ends are left in
the skin till they drcp out
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Ballard, M. O. The Canadian Valley Record. (Canton, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 27, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 16, 1905, newspaper, November 16, 1905; Canton, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc175265/m1/3/?q=%22%22~1: accessed July 16, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.