WORK FOR THE PARSON Russia 1S05 1 For the Faithful 4 gathered half a dozen rocks and hurled them at the hives. His aim was true, and presently a score of bees were out with their hats on their ears. They were followed by fifty core, and those by a hundred, and two or three more rocks did the business The honey-gatherers had been basely and brutally assaulted without Just cause or provocation, and they went looking for a row. As Jimmy lid away into distance the bees began to extend the circle of their flight, and In due course of time they came 1 A heal tli to the man who do his work The best that ever he may. Who-eea his duty and does it well As he labors from day to day.
And takes what comes, be it good or bad. With never a word to say. There Is plenty to do for all who live, And the work m'ost be well done. There are rich rewards for some to grain. And prises that may be won.
And much that is good and sweet in Ufa For the really earnest one. t. A health to the man who goes his way And does the best he can do. With a trusty heart and a cheerful smile. And a faith that's stanch and true; For there's lota of good for a man like that As the world he travels through.
1 i MEW lit-!" Tl A red haze hung over the mountain. The flail in the valley was still. A lone woman wept o'er a baby that slept. And the grain lay unground at the mill. A plow in the half-cloven furrow.
A forge that was smokeless and dead. 'While over it all bung the stillness, a pall. And the haze o'er the mountain, blood red. And over and over and over By village and farmhouse and hill. A haze, bloody red, all the landscape o'erspread.
And the valleys deserted and still. Tue earth at the seedtime unbroken. The fields at the harveBt ungleaned. And lone vigil kept by a woman who wept With a tabe at her bosom unweaned. Then down from the mountain a horseman Dashed, plumed and sworded and mailed; Nor heard he the moan of the woman alone, Nor saw he the grain all unflalled: "To arms!" For the battle was bloody; "To arms!" For the columns were thinned; And over the land rang his brazen command, "I nth No "In Northern Seas," a book by E.
Whltington, recounting tlj adventures of Alfred Searcy in northern Australia, has the- following about turtles: "When I went down the coast on one occasion I obtained a magnificent turtle shell, -worth about $20. The coast is Infested with hawk-bill turtles, from which the article of commerce known as tortoiseshell is taken. There is also an unlimited supply of the greenback turtle, from which the famous soup is made. I have eaten the hawk-bill turtle, but the green-back is considered the proper one for edible purposes. I have seen the natives kill the turtles and, after cutting out the meat, scoep out the rich, green fat, which lies between the meat and the shell, and eat it 'hot and raw.
The turtles come up above high water mark and scratch out a nest in' the sand, where they lay their eggs and then cover them over. The eggs are hatched by natural heat In the first nest I found I obtained ten dozen fresh eggs. We used them in omelets." Mr. Searcy also says: "When passing through a belt of mangroves we started thousands and thousands of flying foxes. Soon a great eagle appeared on the scene and, having spotted a fine, plump fox, started to cut i i id Operating a gold mine to secure funds for the juvenile court of the city of Denver is the latest fad of Mrs.
J. J. Brown, one of the society leaders of Colorado's capital, according to the Cleveland Leader. The funds of the treasury upon which the judge of the juvenile court in Denver has drawn to reclaim boys from their wicked ways have been fearfully low of late. Judge Ben B.
Lindsey, father of the juvenile court movement in the west, appealed to a Mrs. Brown, whose wealth and social position have made her the patron ol-all the charities of the day. "If you could only insure us an income of $5,000 a year," said the judge to this resourceful woman. Mrs. Brown was lost in thought for a brief space and then said: "I will insure you twice that sum; the boys of Denver deserve attention from society.
I will lease a claim in Cripple Creek and give them the proceeds." The next day Mrs. Brown penned regrets to a round of fashionable functions and was off to the great mining Street Car Conductor Was Altogether Too Busy to Preach. An open car in the Sixth avenue shopping district was well filled with passengers. One row of seats was occupied by three women and a clergyman, who manfully maintained the outside seat A small boy with a large bundle pushed his way past them with much Inconvenience to the sit ters and established himself at the inside end. When the conductor came around the boy pushed out a transfer.
The conductor looked at it and asked: "When did you get this?" "Just a minute ago," was the prompt reply. The conductor scowled. "That'll do for you," he said. In a minute or so the man at the end asked: "What was the matter with that transfer?" "Six hours old," was the conductor's laconic reply. -v "Then, my man, you should put him off the car.
Why didn't "Didn't want to annoy these ladies," snapped the conductor, moving along the footboard, when he came back- he was assailed sgain. "You are teaching that lad to be dishonest. You are robbing his employer and yours. You--" "See here, ain'l you a parson?" was the dignified reply. "Then invite that lad to your Sunday school and tell him what you've got to say about dishonesty.
I ain't got no time for preachin'." said the conductor. New York Times. Why She Preferred Virginia. William Waugh Smith, Chancellor of the, Randolph-Macon system of educational institutions through the Virginias, tells an amusing happening which befell him in earlies days when he was one of the engineering party which ran through the new State line between Virginia and South Carolina. They had reached a place where the division would evidently cross a little form presided over by a not unattractive widow, but when they took luncheon at her hospitable table vthey had not yet decided whether the house itself would be in the one State or the other and that was question in which their hostess showed the keenest interest But at supper time, when again the surveyors and their assistants were the lady's guests, Dr.
Smith was able to say: "Madame, very little of your place i3 in South Carolina. The home itself is well into Virginia." With a glad cry she caught his hand, and as she shook it again and again, she' exclaimed: "Oh, fc'm so glad! I'm so glad! I've always hearn tell it was so onhealthy daown in Carolina." Fools All the Doctors. "There is a hnla fan rl MlnU old chap walking about re marked a New York physician lately, "who for years has had a complication of diseases which make him most interesting to the profession. The ailments of which he ehows undeniable symptoms are rarely seen in combination and the state of his inner workings is a matter for speculation among the doctors who have examined him. "The old fellow himself loves to tell that when he first asked medical advice, some twenty years ago, the physician, a famous practitioner -in those days, wrote across the diagnosis he had put down on paper: 'This man cannot live thirty days.
I should like to be present at the That great doctor has been dead these many years and the dying patient still smiles cheerfully and seeks a cure for his malady. Queer, isn't it?" A Sovereign Remedy. Sins ho, the smart suburbanite He is a knowing man! No aches or pains can him affright Because he has a plan To send such things to right about Whenever he feels ill He straightway gets the bottle out And takes a quinine pllL No fever e'er can make him fret, The grip alarms him not; He takes a pill when he is Tret And one when he is hot. And when he's troubled with the gout Or has a sudden chill He simply brings the bottle out And takes a quinine pill. In farming should he hurt' his toe.
His back or ankle sprain A pill Is just the thing, you know, To chase away the pain; The surgeon he may safely flout, He pays no doctor's bill. Just gets his faithful bottle out And takes a quinine -pill. Louisville Courier-Journal. Fritz Wanted to Know. fritz was the meekest looking office boy that ever put glue on a bookkeep- per stool.
He worked for a lawyer, and one day the lawyer had a woman client, whose brute of a husband had beaten her and for whom he filed suit for divorce. A week later the husband, 6 feet tall and broad in proportion, came into the office drunk, announcing his Intention of whipping every one there. Every one was too busy, to see him and he was left to Fritz. Fritz held conversation with the man and listened to his troubles. Finally the man declared loudly: "I've buried three wives, two of them in this county." "What county burled the other one," inquired Fritz.
Successor to Louise Michel. The great strike at Limoges, France, has' developed a successor to the fa mous historic leaders of revolution and revolt She calls herself "Le Cltoyenne Sorgue," and is a dark-eyed, comely young woman of 25, gifted with a magnificent voice and a certain of eloquence. She proclaims herself the new "Red Vir gin," in succession to the late Louise Michel, and preache3 reprisals and sanguine vengeance. For his horse wore the wings of tin Then fatherless lads from their hovels Went shouldering ponderous guns. And old men and gray tottered weakly away To find the rude graves of their sons; For country is higher than kindred.
And what is the glory of Sod Unwet by the flood of its yeoman's red blood? And war is it not more than God? So. women babes at their bosom Gazeu out o'er the furrows untilled. Through the haze resting red like the i In a faraway struggle unwilled And eyes that are swollen and anguished. Uplifted in silent appeal; God of the Poor, does Thy mercy endure -When Thy monarcbs know naught but of steel?" And over and over and over. By village and hamlet and hill.
The haze resting red like the blood that is shed. But the flail In the valley Is still. The earth at the seedtime unbroken, The fields at the harvest ungleaned. And a lone vigil kept by a woman who wept With a babe at her bosom unweaned. W.
Foley, in New York Times. a if out Away the yictim went, dodg- l5g among its fellows. Every now and then we could hear a plaintive cry, as the eagle followed it up The others did not seem to take the last notice. When the creature was fairly out of the crowd the eagle pounced on it and sailed away. have never tackled flying fox myself, but by the natives it ia considered a great delicacy, and only old men are allowed to eat it To convey some idea of the numbers which congregate together, when near Echo island on one occasion, we saw what we thought to be clouds of smoke.
The dense mass, turned out to be flying foxes." "When at Objountambanoona, in -Bowen" straits, on one trip, I saw a native with a spear prodding a large mass of coral rock," relates Searcy. "This was at low water and the native speared a rock cod every time. The fish had been left there by the tide. Blacks at Port Essington have a very clever way of catching fish in rockholes under watefe. It is done with a plant which they secure in the jungle.
The plant is well bruished, fastened to a stick and thrust into the hole. It must be a strong narcotic, for-if there are any fish there they are turned up, but afterward recover." aifs camp. She exchanged the frilled and flounced gowns of costly material which had set two continents agog by reason or tnerr cost ana oeauty ior the rough "togs" of a frontier and surmounted her wealth of glossy hair with a sombrero instead of a Parisian creation. Personally she inspected the ores select the property she would operate for the Denver juvenile court. She went down into the mines often in the iron-bound bucket dangling from a rope She knocked frag'.
meets from the hanging wall with a miner's pick and took them to an assayer to determine the value of the' "lead." She examined more than a dozen claims in the four days she spent in Cripple Creek and out of this number she selected one that was rich enough to pas3 muster. Since the mine was opened six werics ago the smelter receipts, besides paying expenses tf operation, have added over $1,000 to the juvenile court fund in Denver. They are truly Chinese in their tastes in this respect. One of these animals will go at a steady trot with a dead pig thrown over its back up the sides of steep hillst jumping over huge bowlders and taking cross cuts over the most Inaccessible ground'. The physical strength of a tiger is something enormous, and its capacity for devouring large quantities of food is scarcely less amazing." "A Chinaman asleep in a tiger-trap is something of a novelty, even for Perak," says a Penang writer.
"A coolie was discovered one morning near a Kinta mine, having apparently, passed the night in the' trap. When roused he said that sleep had overtaken him and. so he chose the one spot least likely for the tiger to visit me irao mat naa Deen set ions, year without result. He thought that the tiger knew a thing or two about traps." Success dullness instead of enthusiasm and alertness, to the performance of the most Important duties of their lives. The man who comes his work in the morning unrefreshed, languid and listless cannot do a good, honest day's work, and if he drags rotten days into the year how can he expect a sound career or a successful achievement? Good work Is not entirely a question of will power; often this i3 impaired by a low physical standard.
The quality of the work cannot be up to high-water mark when every faculty, every function and every bit of your ability Is affected by your physical and mental condition. You may be sure that your weakness, whatever its cause, will appear in your day's work whether it Is making boots or sellins them, teaching school or studying, singing or painting, chiseling sutuaa or dicing trenches. Success. to the open doors and windows of the cnurch. The minister had only reached "firstly" In his sermon, when there was a commotion.
The entire congregation appeared to "commote" -at once. It was odds to the bees whether they came in at the door or window, or whether they began business on a hoary-headed deacon or an innocent youth-of 10. Their idea was to sting, and the scene in that sacred edifice will never be forgotten. Everybody made for the doors at once, and everybody yelled and screamed and fought off the foe. and not a person escaped unscathed.
Two hours later, when Deacon Harkness had had his five lumps bathed in vinegar and swathed in bandages, he called, upoa Aunt Sarah, who had remained at home all the morning, to find Jimmy sleeping the sleep of innocence on the floor. "Do do you know what he did!" exclaimed the deacon, as he pointed an accusing finger at the sleeper. "Hush, I believe you were right to take him with you to service, though why he came home so soon I can't make out However, what he got of it must have done him. good, for he flopped down like a tired angel and has hardly grunted since. Come for him again next Sunday!" INDIANS IN CRITICAL REVIEW.
Have Never Been Acknowledged as Reliable Historians. The Oregon Historical Society has placed the mark of its disapproval on the Indian yarn which had Lewis and Clark resting under a large oak tree that is still standing at St Helena. As neither of those illustrious explorers carved his Initials in the tree, and there is nothing but the Indian story to lead to the belief that they ever visited the spot, the tree will not be brought to the exposition. The Indian as a chronicler of events or a recorder of history has never been much of a success. Too frequently his untutored mind has enabled him to grasp the idea that a thrilling lie would win larger rewards of firewater than a commonplace statement of fact.
There'are two classes of Indians with which the American public is more familiar than- any of the others. One of these can be found in front of tobacco stores with a bunch of cigars in his wooden hand and the other is continually before us in the public prints as the owner of an exceptionally valuable gold brick. Both of these Indians have distinctive, traits of the real Indian, in that there is considerable sham about them. Small children will cry at. the sight of the cigar store Indian and his tomahawk, and feeble-minded speculators looking for a sure thing will buy gilded bricks from the blanketed pirate in the forest, although neither of these Indians is the real thing.
But to return to the historical Indian, who is ever ready to turn out tradition and history in accordance with the wishes of the one who carries a black bottle or other attraction dear to the Indian mind. What a part these saddle-colored children of the forest have played in clothing so many historical incidents with the garb of fiction! Portland Oregonian. Standard Oil Humor. Henry H. Rogers, Standard Oil magnate, copper king and one of the foremost men in the financial world, is a newly discovered humorist and Mark Twain, Chauncey M.
Depew, Simeon Ford and others must needs look to their laurels. Mr. Rogers has a fund of so-called funny stories on hand, mostly those that smack of the sea, but all brand new and all his own, states the Boston Post. Here is a sample: "Nat Osborne," said Mr. Rogers, "used to blow the organ in the brick church.
He had quite an adea of his own importance and was always proud of his job. "I asked him once: 'How much' salary do you get, Mr. Osborne, for your "Nat looked up solemnly and said with dignity: 'Twelve hundred "What," said "$1,200 said Nat 'That's big pay, said I. "'Pretty fair -said Nat, 'but that's for 100 The Barrier. Between me and the untrammeled sweep Of the unbounded outer deep Stretches a strip of land that hides The toss and turmoil of the tides.
My fancy often bears me far Beyond the dunes and beach and bar. Until a happy isle I gain Upon the bosom of the main. There Ilea, in Kindred wise, 'twlxt me And God's nnplumbed eternity, A little strip of life whereo'er -My dreams are seaward wont to soar; And Is it strange, all perils past, That by them I seem borne at last 'Unto the bourne of long release The visioned part of final peace! Clinton Scollard, in the Outlook. Open Air Theater. A natural theater, that is to say, a theater in the open air, will be established at Champlgny, near Paris.
It will be remembered that the ancient amphitheaters at Aries, Beziers and Nimes have been reopened, and the plays are attended by large crowds, In former years there were hundreds of such open-air theaters scattered all over France, Daily Story Pub. Co.) town believes as I do, that he ought to have a chance. The minister says that some fools seem to understand religion when they don't anything else." "I say it's all Tom-fool nonsense!" protested the widow in her vigorous way, "but if nothing else will satisfy the people of Rawsonville then Jimmy shall go to church. I shan't take him, though. As it was you who started the whole business you can come along here and take him yourself." "I should hate to think you are backsliding." There was a commotion.
"Then don't think it I'm no more backsliding than you are, but I think I know a little more about Jimmy. I'll have him all washed and dressed by ten o'clock Sunday forenoon. If he seems to take to religion no one will be gladder than me." Before Sunday came it was known to every soul in the village that Aunt Sarah's Jimmy would be at church, and the usual congregation was increased by forty. The Deacon called for the boy at the right hour, and after a little coaxing, backed by three lumps of sugar, the unfortunate decided to take chances with the man who held out his hand. He was led to church and seated in the Deacon's pew and nothing happened.
The place was strange, the people staring, and for a time the boy sat like a stone statue. Up to the time all knelt in prayer his behavior was without reproach, and the Deacon was certain in his own mind that the "influence" was taking hold. Jimmy was the only one who didn't kneel. He was also the only one who got up and tip-toed cut of church while all the others were busy. After a few minutes the Deacon followed him out and.
found him throwing stones at the hens In the next yard. He was a man with three sons of his own, and the paternal spirit was strong within him. That is, he obeyed his first instincts and gave Jimmy a box on the ear. It was an unfortunate move. The boy uttered a roar and kicked the Deacon on the shins and then fled.
The "influence" had departed as quickly as it came. The whole congregation had seen the deacon go out and were watching for him to come leading Jimmy back, and great was the disappointment when it was realized that the lad had escaped. Things seemed to drag for the next twenty minutes. It was a midsummer day, with doors and windows opened wide and the flies buzzing around, and no eoul had a suspicion that a surprise party was on the way, and coming hot-foot Jimmy had taken in the church as a new thing, and had felt much obliged to the deacon for bringing him, but that cuff on the ear satisfied him that he had no friends in that crowd. He had been used to fighting his own way and paying oft his own scores.
When it' came to getting square he seemed to have as much wit as any of the boys around him. His ear felt hot and his head rang, and as soon as a safe distance away he looked around for revenge. Where the hens were in the yard next the church were also two hives of bees. Jimmy knew something about the in sects. He had picked up- several by the wrong end in his younger days and felt results.
The bees were coming: and going and putting in their twelve hours to the day, when the boy Copyright, 1905, by The village of Rawsonville knew what was going to happen a week or ao before it came to pass. Aunt Sarah Hicks, relict of Barnaby Hicks, had received a letter to the effect that her Bister in California was dead, and that her sister's only child was coming East to live with her. The "child." as she went on to explain, was a boy of eighteen and it oorn idiot. "He is the only fool ever among my relashuns," said the good woman, "and how he happens to be one the Lord only knows, but I owe him a duty, and am going to take care of him. I expect he'll be a great trial, but that's what we are here on earth for to go through trials." A few days later Aunt Sarah's nephew arrived.
He was in charge of a man, and there was no doubt about lis being an idiot He was led through the village by the hand like two-year-old child, and it was evident that his intelligence was of the lowest order. For three or four days the town was as much excited as if A circus had come, and it was not until the last citizen had had a square look at Jimmy that curiosity besan to wane. Some of the people were inclined to criticize Aunt Sarah for "bringing a fool to town," as they ex-pressed It, while others contended -that it would make Rawsonville talked About and perhaps increase business and the price of real estate. The three doctors In town had called and looked Jimmy over and agreed that he hadnt the brains of a rabbit, and the boy had thrown stones at every other boy Jn the and things had begun to settle down when Dea--con Harkness opened a crusade. He -called on Aunt Sarah one day and Ksaid: "I've been thinking the matter over, sand I've come to ask you what you going to do in a religious way for v- tbat boy?" "What are you doing in a religions way for your plow-handles?" asked the widow in reply.
"Hain't that purty near sacrilege?" "Not within forty rods of it. That boy is a born fool. I might just as well throw him down the- well as to try to beat religion into his head." "But it would be a great comfort to him." "Yes, it would be a great comfort to him to be President of the United 'States, but he'll have to get along without. If the Lord was satisfied to make him as he is, then it's not for us to complain." "But I've been talking It over with some of the folks," persisted the Dea-jcon, "and we don't think it's right to deprive that boy of a chance to go to Heaven when he dies. He ought to be allowed to go to church every Sun- There was no doubt about hi being an idiot.
day. Mebbe he wouldn't quite understand every word the minister said, but he'd feel the Influence of the spirit, and who can say how much it -would benefit him?" Aunt Sarah dismissed the subject Tby saying she'd thick it over, and she thought that would be the last of it It wasn't Deacon Harkness was a great hand to cling to an Idea, especially If It was one he'd happened to invent himself, and the idea of Jimmy attending church stuck with him. He talked about it until he got fifty people interested, and he finally made a second cal on the widow to say: Now, then, Aunt Hannah, we shall all expect to sse that boy in church Sunday. Most everybody In Fierce Timers of China Amoy is an island, city on' the China coast, near Formosa. There are mountains west of Amoy and according to a correspondent there are tigers In them.
"These tigers lead an easy and independent life in the caves and dens which abound. They come out of these every evening just as the shadows cre'ep over the land and the blue mists rise from the lower ground and hide the hills. Then the inhabitants get within their houses and keep the door between them and these savage brutes. Many a coming with water from the well, or a farmer, delayed too long in the fields, has fallen victim to them. The nights are spent by the tigers in foraging, and the foxes and wild cats that roam the hills and the dogs in the villages become their prey.
"There is nothing, however, that gives the tigers such supreme delight as the capture of a good-sized pig. One Requisite of It makes all the difference in the world, in results, whether you to' your work every day with all your powers Intact, with all your faculties up to the standard; whether you come with the entire man, so that you can fling your whole life into your task or with only a part of yourself; whether you do' your work as giant or as a pigmy. Most people bring only a small part of themselves to their tasks. They cripple much of their ability by irregular living, bad habits In eating and injurious food Jack of sleep, dissipation of some other folly. They do not come to their tasks every morning whole men, a part of themselves, and often a large part, Is somewhere else.
They left their energy where the were trying to have a good time, so that they bring weakness Instead of power, indlSerence and.
