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SUPPLEMENT TO
Cushing Herald.
Only i truthful
mach he lies.
man knows how
■Lots of old soldiers get half-shot ev-
ery pensloi day.
The actions of a 13-lnch gun speak
louder than words.
The old toper sees some queer things
"coming thro' the rye."
Consistency may be a Jewel, but It Is
apt to have an alum flavor.
About 99 per cent, of people's con-
versation Is of no earthly use.
CD? Dap Star or toe
Orkncp's.
A Romance—By Hannah B. McKenzie.
Professional Jealousy plays havoc
With many professed friendships.
It's far easier to purchase old Jokes
•In the comic paper than It Is to Bell
them.
When a man Is swamped In specula-
tion a lot of wreckage comes to the
surface.
Spaniards will kindly observe that
this is also a nation of government
bondholders.
Mr. Mansfield Is too good an actor
to waste his life in the production of
a prolonged whine.
Tim only way some married people
fcnanage to avoid quarreling is by re-
fusing to make up.
No one knows better than the mil-
lionaire father why his daughter's lord-
ly husband la called "His Highness."
Tt is rumored that Spain will Issue
id new map of her possessions after the
war—that la, if she has any posses-
sion* left.
Perhaps some people do not know
that the sphinx got Its reputation for
being very wise by keeping its mouth
■hut Tor 3,000 years.
The kaiser proclaims himself not ofl-
•ly the head of the army but the head
of the theatre. Will It be long before
ihe becomes the head of the church?
The man who shot at Blanco at
•distance of only a few feet and merely
wounded him deservea the death he
will undoubtedly get. If to blunder is
a crime, what must be the verdict in
the rase of a soldier who half misses
«uch an opportunity as that? It seems
from further Information that the man
never shot at the general «t. all. Very
well. 8hall he be boiled In oil?
Tt la hot, men say, and most uncom-
fortable. Yes, but the grass Is green,
the rones In bloom, and all nature re-
joicing In the luxuriance of fullest light
and lite. It Is usually hot In busy
workshops, especially engine-rooms,
and the summer Is the workshop nnd
•nglne-room of the year, In which I*
done the work nnd accumulated the
energy that are to carry us through the
winter season of idleness and death.
The aptness of a quotation from the
Bible—Isaiah 3:12—was never shown
■sore forcibly than in a speech recently
delivered In the Spanish Cortes by a
Carl 1st deputy. After eloquently ar-
raigning the government for their In-
capacity. he closed with these words
<rom Isaiah. "Aa for my people, chil-
dren are their oppressors, and women
rale over them. O. my peopm, liuiy
which lead thee cause thee to err, and
destroy the way of thy paths." The
Cortee was Inatantly In an uproar, and
the deputy, having refused to recall his
words, waa expelled for the remainder
of the session.
The late President Cleveland, with
some others, warns us not to get intox-
icated with the glory of war and of the
acquirement of new territory. It ap-
peara, however, that wo have got pretty
deep into this war and it really would-
n't be wise to poll out of It until we
have whipped the enemy. Of course,
there are lots of things possible to
make us afraid to win It, but they can-
not be profitably considered until the
fighting has gone further. "Drive
alow," said the mail who owned the
horse to the man who hired It for fun-
ereal purpoaos. "Certainly.'' was the
reply; "but I'll keep up with the pr.>-
cession If I kill the horse."
The advantage a millionaire has
over a worklngman la that he may as-
sume the other's part. The working-
man cannot play the millionaire. Some
amusing incldenta are told In Harper's
Weekly of patriotic youths who have
given up lives of ease and plessure 'o
work and live like Any common sailor
In the naval reserves. One of them
waa lately swabbing down the dei'k
under the supervision of an old tar,
who exclaimed: "By Oeorge! there's
a fine yacht. Do you know who she be-
longs to, young feller?" "Rather,"
drawled the militiaman; "she belongs
to me!"
The queen regent ought to be per-
mitted to nbdlcate, leaving the throne
temporarily In the hands of Alfonso's
sister. Those who recall the flight of
Eugenie and other royal unfortunates
know that a mob in a monarchical
country Is a bea«t with a thousand
elawa and no soul. The lady proposed
1a better fitted for the sacrifice, and
she should have It If she wants It. As
the girl remarked at protracted meet-
ing, ao may say Christina In this
emergency—-"I know my fine bonnet
is dragging me to perdition, ao I will
Uk* It off aad give It to my slater."
CHAPTER III.— (Continued.)
"Thank the Lord, my dearie, ye're
back in safety! I was half demented
In this awful storm, thinking you might
be killed," said the good woman, draw-
ing Bay in by the hand.
"Yes, Bell," said Day. her voice
broken and panting, "There's someone
down there who, I am afraid, has been
killed by It." And, as briefly as pos-
sible, she told what had occurred.
"Now, Bell, what I wish you to do
Is to run and get Jamie, and come
down with me to the road. I think
yoH and Jamie can manage td Carlry
him up between you.'k Belt Was con-
sidered one of the strongest women
within the island. "Then Jamie must
go to Crag Castle for the doctor as fast
as ever he can."
Bell did not oppose her young mis-
tress, though It was with a consider-
able amount of fear that stoe ventured
forth.
Jamie, the farkn lad, was still worse,
hanglhg back In evident terror, and
•Wkriing nervously at every flash. But
both were awed to a solemn silencc
when they looked upon the white and
apparently dead face turned upward to
the stormy sky, and every few seconds
Illuminated by the awful glare of tile
lightning.
"He'B a deid man," said Jamie pres-
ently, in a low, awe-stricken voice.
"There's no use carrying him up to the
house, missis; It's wasted labor."
"No, no! do as I tell you," said the
girl, with an Imperlousness she could
UBe at times. "There may still be life
In him—we do not know—and God
may spare it. Carry him Into the
house, and then rUtt down to Mr.
Banks, Jamie, and ask him to let you
Raddle his horse and ride to Crag Cas-
tle as fast as ever you can for the
doctor."
Her orders -were obeyed. In lesB
than ten minutes the unconscious man
was lying on the couch In the sitting-
room, and Jamie waa hurrying to
Farmer Bank's, sorely against hlB will,
though the storm was already begin-
ning to abate.
Meanwhile Bell, who had not heen
In a doctor's household for twenty
yearn for nothing, tried, with such sim-
ple remedies as she could think of, to
restore the young man to conscious-
ness. But all her efTorts were of no
avail—the deathly pallor, the fixed
rigidity of that strong face still re-
mained unbroken.
"I fear—I fear," said Bell, standing
up and shaking her head at last,
"there's not much hope here, Miss Day.
Ay, It's a sad thing, such a noble-look-
ing young fellow as he 1b, nnd a gen-
tleman, as any one may see. Well,
I've done all I can, bo you'd better come
rtWay, dearie, and leave htm till the
doctor comes."
"I shall stay here with him, Bell.
You can go and see about your work,"
said the girl quietly. "He might come
out of It, you khow; and it would be
terrible If there was no one beside him
when he recovered consciousness."
"Just as you please, Miss Day," said
the faithful Bell. But she shook her
head as she went out of the room, mut-
tering: "Ah, the poor balm! she has
not seen death as ofteh as 1 have."
Day sat perfectly still In her chair a
little distance away from the couch,
with her eyes fixed ou the face lying
on the cushion.
Something In It fascinated and al-
most mesmerized her. She could not
withdraw her eyes. So young a face
It was, so handsome, so refined! And
only half an hour ago the owner hnd
been full of youthful strength and
energy, and had perhaps been think-
ing. as he sped along that long coun-
try road, of many a plan and scheme
for his future life. And now he lay
there, cold and atlll, and they said ne
was dead. Oh, it could not be! it could
not!
A low cry burst almost involuntarily
from Day's Hps, and, rising from her
seat, she went to the couch, falling on
her knees beside It, and covering her
face with her hands.
"God have mercy!" she prayed,
speaking aloud In her passionate earn-
estness.
Her head sank lower, and for a long
time Bhe remained kueeilng thug, feel-
ing the warm tears run down her
cheeks nnd drop on the cushion on
which the unconscious man's head
rested—the tears of pity for the un-
ksown and lonely stranger, whose
friends could not weep for him because
they did not know what had befallen
him.
Suddenly Day fancied she felt a mo-
tion beside her, as If the man had sigh-
ed or drawn a long breath. With a
nervous start she looked up quickly.
The eyes In the midst of that death-
ly pale face—It was no less pale than
before--were wide open, and staring at
her with strange fixity.
For a' moment a vague, powerless,
superstitious fear rushed over Day's
soul, seeming to clutch her heart in
•n ley grasp. The face was atlll so
like that of a dead man, nnd the eyet.
seemed to have no sight In them.
Then she summoned her brave, wo-
manly spirit to her aid, and, putting
out her hand, gently placed It on hi*.
"Don't apeak." she said, very softly.
And Day Halcrow's voice was one of
the sweetest In the world when mod-
ulated by pity and sympathy. "You
had a naaty fall from your bicycle, you
i
know; but I hope you will soon be all
right. My brother, who Is a doctor,
will soon be home, and I am sure he
will be able to cure you."
Those dark, brooding eyes still gaz-
ed at her, never once removing their
glance from her face. The gaze fright-
ened Day, but she made another brave
efTort.
"You are among friends here, you
know; so you don't need to be anxious
or disturbed about ahythlng. We shall
take care of you until you are qUJtO
betteh"
"Thank you," said the stranger at
last, speaking In a deep, toneless voice.
He hesitated for a long time, then at
last added: "And God bless you foo-
ter what you have done. You have been
kind. I cannot thank you now—fch<
words will not come; but, If God
spares me, presently."
Then he lapsed into silence again,
and, as his eyes closed, Day stole softly
from the room to summon Bell.
Meantime Magnus Halcrow was at
Crag Castle.
The Westrays of Crag Castle had
been lords of the soil for generations
paet, and were also proprietors of
many broad acres on the Scottish
mainland; but now a time had come
when the heritage of many brave and
daring men had fallen into the hands
of a girl, and Llllth Stuart queened 11
at Crag Castle.
It was the Dowager Lady Wastray—
a distant relative of Miss Stuart's, who
also acted bb her chaperon—whom Dr
Magnus Halcrow had come to visit pro
fesslonally; but his patient was not
yet able to see him, and he was now
seated in Miss Stuart's dainty boudoir,
drinking a cup of afternoon tea, poured
out by her own slim, white hands.
"It Is so oppressively hot that I feel
as If even tea drinking were an effort,"
she said, smiling—and Llllth Stuart's
smile was a wonderful one—aa she
handed him his cup.
What was the secret of Llllth
Stuart's strange power over him? None
could say—or, rather, every one as-
signed it to a different cause. Her
female acquaintances denied that Lll-
lth was beautiful—and certainly her
features were not perfect; yet there
was a strange, subtle fascination, far
greater than that of beauty, in the
half-closed, slumbrous, blue-back eyes,
usually so modestly veiled by their
long dark lashes, but sometimes flash-
ing a look of bewildering, maddening
brightness upon those who had been
patiently waiting for it; In the droop
of the soft, red mouth, whose whole
expreaslon was so oddly t-hanged when
she smiled; above alt, itt the sttllll* it-
self.
The face Was fair and somewhat
pale; the hair of a ruddy, auburn hue.
There were those who called Lilith
Stuart a modern Cleopatra, and those
who gave her even more unpleasant
names; but as those were mostly dis-
carded loverB, their opinions were not
to be trusted.
And Magnus Halcrow, that great,
noble, simple-minded son of the Vik-
ings of old. had also fallen a prey to
Llllth's strange fascination. He him-
self knew It, and chafed at the knowl-
edge; for he was proud and independ-
ent, and could never stoop to sue for
that which was so far above him.
"1 think a thunderstorm Is not far
off, and I am glad; It will clear the
air," he said, In answer to Llllth's re
marks.
"O, t hope not! I hate thunderstorms;
1 am so afraid!" cried Llllth.
Even as she spoke there was a vivid
flash, and In a few moments the storm
broke In all Its fury.
CHAPTER IV.
Llllth's face turned pale, and her lips
quivered as If In abject terror. Fear
is not an ennobling expression on the
human countenance; and It was so al-
together foreign to Magnus Halcrow's
nature that for a moment he expe-
rienced a sensation not altogether flat-
tering as he saw It depicted In Llllth's.
Ab flash succeeded flash she caught ills
arm nervously and clung to it. Mag-
nus was sitting close to the window.
She drew him away.
"Oh, It Is awful! I)o come back from
the window; 1 am so frightened—so
horribly frightened! What If It were
to strike us? How awful to die so
suddenly!"
"There Is no danger, Miss Stuart,"
said Magnus soothingly.
He yielded to her pressure on his
arm, and allowed himself to be drawn
from the window towards the couch
on which Llllth had been sitting.
Llllth still clung to his arm.
"Oh, I know you are good and brave,
and you think me a coward! Well, I
dare say I am—weak and cowardly and
womanish. 1 wish I were brave. I
wish you could teach me to be brave,
as you are!"
There was a momentary lull In the
storm, and Llllth's words, spoken In
that low, subtle-sweet voice of hers,
were distinctly audible to Magnus. His
pulse thrilled, his heart throbbed. Lll-
lth's face waa close to his shoulder—
ao close that, by putting out hts hand,
he could have drawn her within his
arm; he could almost feel her breath
upon his cheek.
It was a temptation. Llllth strangely
appealed to the senauoua part In Mag-
nus' nature—for every human being
has a twofold n store, one part spirit*
ual, the other sensuous and material;
but whether Magnus would have yield-
ed to it or not was never known, for
at that moment the door opened gently
and another girl came In.
Magnua rose to his feet, a alight flush
on his face. It was impossible to say
Whether the new-comer noticed It at
not. She extended her hand calmly.
"Lady Westray is able tt) see you
now, t)r. HalcrOw," she said.
Magnus knew Elspeth troll well.
They had played together as children,
and Elspeth was not far from his own
age, which was twenty-six. She had
been the only child of the Manse at
Flnstray In those days. Now both par-
ents were dead, and for five years Els-
peth had been part companion, part
secretary to Lady Westray. Now that
Lady Westray was no longer lady of
the manor, but that lady's chaperon—
for the widow of the late Sir James
had been left poor—Elspeth occupied a
somewhat anomalous position.
She was a tall, slender girl, with a
grave, thoughtful face, whose only
beauty lay In the eyes—dark brown,
soft and earnest, They looked at Mag-
nus often with ah expression whose
meaning he coUld not fathom, but
which made him vaguely uneasy.
He rose to follow her from the rOovi.
Aa he did so there was a startling glare
of ilght, and overhead a rattling peal,
which seemed to shake the whole
house. Lilith uttered a cry and clung
to Magnus.
"Oh, don't go! don't leave me alone!
Lady Westray can wait; there is no
hurry!"
"Lady Westray is nervous about the
thunderstorm, Miss Stuart," said Els-
peth, In her quiet tones, which might
have almost seemed emotionless If it
were not for u certain flash in her
brown eyes, which Magnus caught as
she raised them for one moment, and
then let them fall again. "That Is why
she wishes to see Dr. Halcrow at
once."
"But you are keeping her company!"
Lilith cried. Then she raised her im-
ploring eyes to Magnus' face. What
man could resist that look?
"Miss Troll will stay with you, Miss
Stuart. There Is hothing to be afraid
of," said Magnus, gently loosening her
hold. "You know my first duty is tO
my patient."
"Duty? Ah, what an unpleasant
word that is!" said Lilith. "But I have
no right to detain you; only you will
come back before you leave the cas-
tle?"
"I shall come back!" Magnus replied
gravely. Then he left the room.
But he had barely escaped from I^ady
Westray, who was a n>rvbus, selfish
hypochondriac, f6r tthofti tih one had
any affection save Elspeth trdil, Wheif
the messenger arrived from Abbot's
Head, covered with perspiration and
pale with fright.
Magnus was met on his way to Lll-
lth's sitting-room by a footman with
the message.
"It's a matter of life and death, sir,
the young man bade me tell you," said
the pompous functionary.
"Tell him to return to Abbot's Head
at once, and t shall overtake him,"
said Dr, Magnus. He snatched a mo-
tnfcnt to say farewell to Llllth, who
was still sitting in a cornet- of her room
hiding her eyes from every flash of
lightning; while Elspeth Troll bent her
dark eyes over a heavy seam. For
Elspeth, as Magnus knew well, was
never Idle, but employed all the time
she could spare from Lady Westray In
working for the poor.
"Going? Ah, it Is unkind—It is pos-
itively cruel of you!" said Llllth when
Magnus announced his intention. "And
In such a storm! Must I exercise my
woman's right, and forbid it?"
"You will not, Miss Stuart, I am
sure," said Magnus, holding her hand
fast and feeling his pulse thrill, "when
you know duty calls me away."
(To be Continued.)
FOR BOYS AND GIRLS.
WHEAT FIELDS OF THE FUTURE
Siberia May .Soon Be a Competitor In
the World's Market*.
From the i\ew York Commercial Ad-
vertiser: No doubt the opening of the
wheat bearing regions of Siberia to
settlement will compel revised estl-r
mates of our own contribution of this
cereal to the markets of Europe, if not
the amount grown for home use. The
London Morning Post publishes an ac-
count of the progress of the trans-Si-
berian railroad, In which It is assert-
ed that by the end of next month the
road will be completed as far as Irk-
utsk, and that the Russian government
will transport 200,000 peasants to fer-
tile belts along the road for the pur-
pose of cultivating wheat. At the
same time railway communication
with the northern seaport of Archan-
gel Is being made, with the object of
aiding cheap cultivation by cheap
transportation to the European mar-
kets. The government will aid these
peasant colonists with lmplements,and
will require only a tithe of their prod-
uce as rent. The result of this exper-
iment is practically certain to cause
a change In existing wheat areas.
Russia has been our chief competitor
in the Liverpool wheat market hither-
to, although Argentina and India have
also been asserting themselves, but the
new accession of wheat growing area
111 give Russia an advantage difficult
to offset. Unless our agricultural In-
terests are prepared to meet the threat-
ened competition serious times are
ahead for those farmers of the west
and northwest whose chief Bource of
wealth la their wheat fields.
Not <> He Sneesed At.
They assert that the Holland sub-
marine boat stayed under water two
hours recently."
Holland mixed with water isn't to
be.*peezed ,at."—Cleveland fUUn Deal-
SOME GOOD STOHIES FOR OUW
JUNIOR READERS.
How They Saw the President—Bessie
and Jennie Have an Kxcltlng Experi-
ence That End* AU Right—Fattf'i
Popple*—What Stamps a Gentleman.
Something K«rh Day.
Something each day—a smile.
It Is not much to give.
And the little gifts of life
Make sweet the days we live.
The world has weary hearts
That we can bless sfrd chrter.
And a smile for every day
Makes sunshine all the yeaj*.
Something each day—a word.
We cannot know its power;
It grows in frultfulness
As grows the gentle flower.
What comfort It may bring
Where all Is dark and drear;
For a kind word every day
Makes pleasant all the year.
Something each day—a thought.
Unselfish, good, and true,
That aids another's need
While we our way pursue:
That seeks to lighten hearts.
That lends to pathways clear;
For a helpful thought each day
Makes happy all the year.
Something each day—a deed
Of kindness and of good,
To link In closer bands
All human brotherhood.
Oh, thus the heavenly will r(
We all may do while here; /
For a good deed every day
Makes blessed all the year.
How They Saw the ^'resident.
"The President to Arrive This After-
noon." So in bold type the Public
Ledger announced to Bess that Febru-
ary morning as she caught a passing
glimpse of It on her way through the
library. She hesitated only long enough
to read; "The Presidential Train to
Arrive at 3 P, M.," and then hurried
oh t6 the station, where she and Jennie
met and fd'ok the train to the city,
where they were &ft*tidlng a select
school.
The topic of conversation six fillies
long—from Sharon Hill to Philadelphia
—was all about the president, who was
to address the university students in
the Academy of Music that night.
"6 Jennie," said Bess, "we will be
at the Broad Street Station when his
train arrives. Schoof is over at half
past two, and his train is not dtlft un-
til three o'clock, and our train does flOt
leave until three-seventeen."
At recess, at luncheon, and at times
during study periods all that day there
was one absorbing thought—the presi-
dent. But at last the tedious lessons
W£r0 finished and school was over for
the day. In a whirl of excitement and
expectancy two little glrle hurried with
all possible speed to the station. There
they found every place crowded by
cheering, yelling Students and the pub-
lic in general. The sidewalks, streets,
and the station Itself, were thronged
with people eager to see the president.
It was with great difficulty that the po-
lice managed to open an avenue
through the mass of humanity for the
travelling public to reach the trains
ready for departure.
Bess and Jennie, with the aid of a
pollcetnan, managed to push their way
Into the statlofi and secure a position
that gave them a view of the exit from
the trains. Here they stood, each with
one eye on the arriving trains add
the other on the clock. And as every
passing minute brought the time for
the departure of their train nearer, and
still the presidential train was not In
sight, they became fearful lest they
might, after all. fall to see him.
Ill consequence of the crowded con-
dition of the station, and the great dif-
ficulty for woraeft and children to
reach the trains, a rumor was started
that several of the way trains to near-
by points would not leave until after
the arrival of the presidential party,
which was not expected until quarter
paet three. This order, or rumor, In-
cluded the seventeen-mlnutes-past-
three train to Sharon Hill.
It was now thirteen minutes past
three, and hardly had Bess and Jennie
smiled and Joyously expressed their
approval for such arrangements, that
seemed specially favorable to them,
when they heard above the din of the
waiting crowd: "Sharon Hill way
train, gate number three. All aboard!"
and looking up they saw the hands of
the clock pointing to quarter past three.
"O Bess, only two minutes, and such
a crowd to get through!"
"O Jennie! We will miss the presi-
dent!" almost sobbed Bess In her dis-
appointment.
But already they were pushing
through the throng, Bess leading and
Jennie closely following in her wake.
All of a sudden they pushed through
the crowd, and before them opened a
wide avenue lined on either side by po-
licemen and leading directly to the
gates. Down this rushed Bess, followed
by Jennie. One policeman reached for
tnem as they passed, but they escaped.
On they went toward their train,
where they could see the conductor,
with watch In hand, ready to give the
signal for departure. This still fur-
ther hurried their movements and at
their utmost speed they were rushing
toward the goal, when they plunged
unceremoniously Into two gentlemen
walking arm In arm.
"I beg your pardon!" escaped the
well-night breathless pair, and as they
heard, "It Is certainly granted," they
looked up, and behold! It was the pres-
ident who had spoken, and by his side
was the provoat of the university.
They dared not stop for a second
look, hut rushed on, while the crowd
sent up a deafening shout of welcome.
"0 Jennie! to think tha* he spoke
to us; and excused us so kindly!" said
Bess, as they seated themselves Just
■a the train began to move.
Should they live to he as old as
their grandmothers, they will never
tire of telling hois there
dent.—Frank E. Graeff,
Companion.
m the ]
in Youth's
P ttr* Popples.
You See Patty liked red. That's why
she wore red dresses and Wg red hats
and planted a whole big paper of red
poppy seeds in her little garden beside
the fence!
And every night Patty watered this
garden and pulled out the tiny weeds,
each and every one of them, and wait-
ed and watched and longed for her
poppy plants to grow! But never a
one could she find, although she hunt-
ed and hunted.
"I don't believe those poppies wilf
ever come up, ever!" sighed little 4-
year-old Patty, sorrowfully. "An* It'a
'cause the seeds were so little! They
were all tiny wee baby seeds, 'most
too little to grow!"
"Humph!" said Brother Ned. "It's*
'cause you planted them away dowrf.
deep!"
"Yes," declared Sister Sue, "an* it's
'cause you watered them so much you
drowned them!"
But what do you guess Uncle John
said? And he owns two large green-
houses and ever so many great gar-
dens, and so he ought to know, my
dear.
"Patty," he said, very solemnly, "it's
because you pulled them up! Tou
pulled up every weed and you p£!>.d-'
up every sprouted poppy seed!"
"Ha! ha!" shouted Brother Ned. ,
"He! he!" laughed Sue.
"O-oh!" said Patty, In surprise. And
then she ran away to buy some more
seeds, only this time they were nas-
turtiums. "For they'll be big enough
to see them," she said.—Margaret
Dane.
Wlint Stamps a (ientleuaan.
"In all questions of manners a young
man should always remember that
while politeness Is a good trait to ac-
quire, courage is infinitely better,"
Writes Edward Bok on "What Makes a
Gentleman" In the July Ladies' Home
Journal. "Politeness is manners, but
courtesy is heart. Mingling in good
society can give us the veneer whldh
the world calls a polish of manners,
and true politeness Is not to be made
little of or scoffed at. Politeness is a
fine art, but is an art pure and simple,
even at its best. Infinitely better in
the cultivation of that courtesy of re-
finement which enters into the feelings
of others and holds them sacred. What
we want our young men to have Is
courtesy of manner not regulated by
social code or professional censor. It
is as much the current coin of good so-
ciety as it ever was. More than any
other element or grace in our lives, it
Is Instantly felt and recognized, and
has an unfailing Influence. It calls for
respect as nothing else does. Courtesy
of manner and courtesy of speech are
the gifts a young man should culti-
vate."
A Little Mathematician.
"Eight long furlongs I've gone today!"
With evident pride said Ethel May.
"Three hundred and twenty rods, you
know,
Is what I've been,"—'twas Brother Joe.
"One thousand seven hundred and six-
ty—true!
So many yards I've walked," said
Prue.
"Five thousand two hund/ed and eigh-
ty feet
I've gone," said Ben, "and it can't be
beat!" t
"Pooh!" laughed Ted, with a knowing
smile.
"You've only gone, each one, a !"
A. F. C.
Gold
unci Crln
i Trout.
"There are trout In Whitney creek, a
tributary of Kern river, in Kansas,"
said a veteran New York angler, "the
like of which don't exist in any ofher
water on the face of the globe. These
trout have their abode in the upper
waters of the creek, and it is not in-
vaded by any other breeds of trout that
swarm In the waters below, simply
because they cannot get at It. About'
six miles from the head of Whitney,
creek there is a waterfall 160 feet
high. The rock down the face or
which the water tumbles Is solid and
smooth from base to summit. There
are no protruding ledges nor any hol-
lows by means of which the other
trout, with leap after leap from ledge
to ledge and hollow to hollow, could
scale this precipice, as they do at
thousands of high waterfalls else-
where. Consequently the trout about
the falls have never been distuned
by Interlopers of a different variety,
and they live by themselves In the
pure, cold water, a most splendid fam-
ily of fresh water flsh.
"These trout are literally bespangled
with burnished gold and dashed with
spots of the brightest crimson. The
first time I ever saw one of these trout
I actually thought It had been deco-
rated with flakes of gold by Its pos-
sessor and that Its red spots had been
heightened in color with the brush.
But this is their natural ornamenta-
tion, and when they are taken from
the water and the sunlight strikes
them they glitter and sparkle like a
harlequin. They are called the golden
trout. Their habits are the same as
those of the ordinary brook trout, with
all Its gamy qualities. Their flesh has
the same flavor. Their splendid beau-
ty Is what places them at the head of
this great piscatorial family, famous
for Its beauty. How this rare variety
of trout came to be alone In those up-
per waters of Whitney creek is one of
nature's mysteries."
And They Shoot to Rill,
So atx'urate Is the range finder used
on American ships that In a recent test
with two shots the projectiles fell
within thirty yards of each other at a
distance of twelve milrs. Both would
have hit the hull of a ship farther than
the unaided eye could reach.
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