Democratic Sentinel, Volume 17, Number 32, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 August 1893 — Page 4

THE WHEAT AND THE CHAFF.

fheie is an old tale of the go'den age days, When tbo gods with men parleyed and moved. That a critic who dealt all blame and no praise Was once by Apollo reproved, lhe god handed back to the critical fool A handful of unwinnow d grains. Said he: “Leive the wheat, as seems ever your rule; Ton nmy have all the chaff for your pains.” Now, this guide to our choice is suggestive to-day, Though told of a fabulous time, To any and all who its teachings obe y In every country or clime. For the wheat and the chaff are mixed for us still, As they were in those mythical grains ; And if we choose dow to see ouly the il 1 , We shall have ouly that for our pains I All pathways are checker .d. Gray shadows and night Altematj with the sun’s cheering rays. Our eyes grow accustomed to darkness or light As we fix upon either onr gaze. And we can be c.ear-eyed, or we can be b’ind, As each one hie vision so trains ; If he chooses the dark, need he wonder to find He can see nothing bright for his pains ? From the noisome swamn see the marsh hlv lift Its delicate, queenly blue head; From water and t lime and dank earth it will sift The nutriment best for i'a mod. Poisons lurk in these things. It could draw evil thence As well as the good that it g iiDS. Shall it choose, then, those noxious elements whence Hurt and death will proceed for its pa ns ? (n our fellow men are the elements mixed; Forevergood mingles wi:h sin. On their errors, Iheir faults, shall we keep our gaze fixed, n ’erlooking divine sp irks within ? Ah 1 a lesson in judging our frail broth n, then, We may learn from these fabulous grains. It w? seek but the chaff, can we fairly grieve, \ when We receive only chaff for our pains? —[Emily C. Adams, in New York Sun.

POOR JOBINARD.

It’s 20 years since that time. I was a fight-hearted boy then—a boy of 20. I lived in Paris, and I studied Art. Being an artist, I always spelled Art with a capital A. I have other things to think of besides Art now. I have to think of painting what the public will buy. I have to make it pay—l have made it pay. But it is not about myself I waut to talk; it is of Orson—of Orson the Hirsute, Orson the Unrelenting, Orson the Hater of Art. Of course his name wasn’t Orson. His real name was Jobinard, and he lived at the corner of the Rue de i’Ancienne Comedie, did this uncompromising grocer, this well-to-do Esau of the Quartier Latin, this man who hated Art, artists, and. above all, Art students with a peculiar ferocity. A jUQibiade Jobinard had reason to dislike Art students. They had a nasty way of getting into his debt, but Jobiaard too!? the buH by the horns—he gave no more credit. “Ma foil" he would say, with a supercilious sneer, “Credit is dead, my good poung sir. He doesn’t live here any longer. He is dead and buried.” And then one had to go empty away, (t had been so bandy in the good old days just to run into Jobinard’s for whatever one wanted, and—well, “stick it'up.” You see you could get an entire meal at Jobinard’s, one of those little iham boneless hams; they’ve quite enough on them for four. Tinned provisions in inexhaustible variety, wines from 75 centimes upward, liqueurs, des»ert, even in the shape of cheeses of all lorts, almonds and raisins, grapes and peaches. It was excessively convenient. When one was hard up, one dealt with Jobinard, and it was put down to the Account. When one was in funds, one lined and breakfasted at a restaurant And left Jobinard’s severely alone. But now all was changed. Mile. Amenaide was an uncommonly prettv girl, ind we were all desperately head over heels in love with her. By “we” I mean lhe Art students, but of all the Art students that were desperately in love with Mile. Amenaide, Daburon, the sculptor, was the most demonstrative. Jobinard hated Daburon with a deadly hatred because Daburon never expended more than ten centimes at a time. It was the society of Mile. Amenaide that Daburon hungered for, and he got it because he was entitled to it, being a purchaser. Mile. Amenaide was Jobinard’s cashier, ft was a large shop, and there were several assistants, but all moneys were paid to Mile. Amenaide, the cashier, who sat in s glass box underneath the great chiming' clock.

Daburon, the sculptor, would enter the Ehop, nod in a cavalier manner to Jobinard, as though he were the very dust beneath his feet; theu he,would look at Mile. Amenaide, raise his hat with his right hand, place his left upon his heart and make her a low bow; then he would pretend to blow her a kiss from the tips of his fingers, as though he were & circus rider; then he would take up a box of matches or some other peculiarly inexpensive article. “Have the kindness to wrap that up carefully for me in paper," he would remark in a patronizing manner. Then he would march up to Mile. Amenaide with the air of an Alexander—you could almost hear the tune of “See the Conquering Hero Comes” playing as you saw him do it. He would pay his 10 centimes and whisper some compliment into the ear of Mile. Amenaide. Then he would receive his purchase from the hand of M. Jobinard in a magnificent and condescending manner. Then he would strike a ridiculous attitude of exaggerated admiration and stare at the unhappy grocer as though he were one of the seven wonders of tbe world. “What a bust!” or “What arms!” or ‘•What muscularity!” he would say, and then he would heave a sigh and swagger out of the shop. Jobinard, who was a particularly ugly, thickset, hairy little man, used at first rather to resent these references to his personal advantages. His four assistants and his cashier would titter, and Jobinard used to blush, but at length tho poor fellow fell into the snare laid for him by the villain DaburoD. He got to believe himself the perfect type of manly beauty. When a Frenchman ha* once come to this conclusion, there is no folly of w’hich he is not ready The fact is* Daburon hnd passed the word round- The Art st identi, male

and female, invariably stared appreciatively at the little, hairy, thickset Jobinard as though he were the glass of fash■on and the mold of form. Jobinard now began to give himself airs. He swaggered about the shop, he exhibited himself in the doorway, he posed and attitudinized all day long, and then we. began to make it rather warm for Jobinard. “Ah, M. Jobinard, if you were only a poor man, what a thing it would be foi Art! Ah, if we only had you to ait to us in the nude. We are going to do Ajax defying the lightning next week. What an Ajax you would make, Jobinard !” “You really ought to sacrifice yourself in the interests of Art,” another would remark. ' “You’d ruin the professional model. You would indeed.” “Gentlemen, gentlemen,” Jobinard would reply, his hairy, baboonlike face grinning with delight, ‘‘a too benevolent heaven has made me the man I am,” and then he struck an attitude. “What legs!” we all cried in a sort of chorus.

“Ah, M. Jobinard,” I said pleadingly, “if you would only permit us to photograph your lower extremities.” “Never, gentlemen, never!” replied the infatuated Jobinard; “I care nothing for Art. Besides, it would be almost indecent; I could never look into a print shop without coming face to face with the evidences of my too fatal beauty.” * From that day Jobinard ceased to wear his professional apron. It was about a week after this that Daburon, I and another man presented ourselves at Jobinard’s establishment. We raised our hats to Jobinard as one man, we smiled, and then we bowed. The hairy little grocer seemed considerably astonished at our performance. “M. Jobinard,” said Daburon, who was our spokesman, “you see before you a deputation of three, representing the Art students of Paris, some 500 in number. We have come to beg a favor. Wo know, alas! too well, that it would be absolutely impossible to induce a man of your position in society to sit to us; but, Vs. Jobinard, a man possessing the lower extremities of a Hercules, a Farnese Heroules. M. Jobinard—and I need hardly remind you that Heroules was a demijod—hqs his duties as well as his privileges. Those magnificent lower extremities of his not hU own—they belong to the public. “Sucn lower extremities as vours, monsieur, are not for an age, but for all time. They must be handed down in marble to posterity. The legs of Jobinard must become a household word in Art. To refuse our request, monsieur, would be a crime. You would retain the copyright of your own legs of course. They would be multiplied in plaster of paris and become a marketable commodity over the whole civilized world. Such muscles as these,” said Daburon, respectfully prodding and patting the unfortunate Jobinard, “must not be lost to the artistio world. What a biceps, what a deltoid, my friends!” he continued. “What a magnificent development of the sternoclidomastoideus!’’ “You will not refuse us!” we cried in chorus. “You will not dare to refuse us,” added Daburon. “Gentlemen, 1 yield! I see that Art cannot get on without me. When would you like to begin?” said pCor Jobinard. “To-morrow at noon.’’answered Daburon as he shook huuds with the little grocer reverentially, and then we took our leave.

Nejct day a long procession filed into the shop. “This way, gentlemen, this way, if you please,” said M. Jobinard, as he indicated the way to his back yard. We must have been at least thirty. Everybody brought something; there were four sacks of plaster, some paving stones, bits of broken iron, bricks, and enough material to have walled up Jobinard alive. A great mass of moist plaster was prepared, the limbs that had become necessary to the world of Art were denuded of their covering and placed in the moist mass, then large quantities of the liquid plaster was poured on them, then the scraps of old iron, the bars, the paving stones and the bricks were carefully inserted and built up into the still soft mass which'was at least a yard high and a fard thfok. “Don’t move, dear M. Jobinard,” cried Daburon, “ the plaster is about to set. We shall return in half an hour, by which time the molds will be complete.” M. Jobinard, seated in the center of his back yard, bolt upright, bowed to each of us ns we passed out. In about a quarter of an hour Jobinard began to feel distinctly uncomfortable. “The moldß seem getting terribly heavy,” he said to one of his assistants who kept him company. “They seem on fire, and I oan’t move.”

At that moment the procession, headed by Daburon, filed once more into the courtyard. “It’s getting painful, gentlemen," said Jobinard. “I feel as though 1 were being turned to stone.” “Try and bear it bravely. Nothing is attained in this world, dear monsieur, without a certain amount of physical suffering. It will beset as hard as marble in a few minutes. We will obtain the necessary appliances for your release at once, Jobinard. Remain perfectly quiet till our return, ’’ said Daburon, rather suavely. And then wo each of us kissed our finger tips solemnly to poor Jobinard, and we filed out once more. It was the last day of tbe term at the Art school, and we were all off for onr holidays. For two hours Jobinard waited for us in an agony of fear; then he sent for a stonemason, who dug him out. They had to get the plaster off with a hammer. We had, by the direction of the Demon Daburon, omitted to oil the shapely limbs of our victim. Poor Jobinard.—[Tit-Bits.

AROUND THE HOUSE.

Salt upon the clinkers in the stove, while they are hot, will loosen them without difficulty. After peeling onions rub the hands with celery or mustard and the odor will be entirely removed. Charcoal is of great value in keeping ice-chests, store-rooms and food sweet. Place a shallow dish of fine charcoal in the ice-chest. In milk-rooms and other rooms where food is kept, set dishes of charcoal. If poultry or birds are to be hung in a cool room for a few days, remove the internal organs and partially fill the body with charcoal. Now wrap the birds in paper and hang up. If the outside of the poultry is rubbed with black pepper, before being covered by the paper, it will be still further protected from flies. Smell birds, livers, kidneys, sweetbreads, etc., may be wrapped in paraffine paper and then be bnried in a bed of charcoal. There are some men who have to be knocked down first and argued wit! afterwards.—[Atchison Globe.

THE JOKERS’ BUDGET.

JESTS AND YARNS BY FUNNY MEN OF THE PRESS. One Source of Happiness Proof Enough—ln It Deep—Painfully Incorrect, etc., etc. ONE SOURCE OF HAPPINESS. “And you are poor?” “Yes, but we are happy.” “Happy in your poverty?” “Yes, for everybody around us is poorer than ourselves.” PROOF ENOUGH. He—What proof have I that you really love me? She—Proof! Did I not dance with you at the Astorbilt ball? “Yes, but I don’t consider that any proof of affection.” “You would if you knew how badly you dance.”—[N. Y. Weekly. IN IT DEEP. Gregg (meeting old friend) What has become of your cousin Ned? Fred—Oh, Ned’s married and got a ’ife.—[Truth. PAINFULLY INCORRECT. “I see a mistake in your paper that I thought you might want to straighten up,” said the man in the linen duster, who had toiled up three (lights of stairs to see the editor. “Well?" said the editor. “W’y, it’s jist like this: You say that when the balloon went up a cheer arose from a thousand throats and that two thousand eyes were staring at the intrepid aeronaut. Now, that there ain’t right, ’cause I know they was three oneeyed men in the party, and that only leaves on’y 1,997 eyes to be gazin’ into space. 1 ’lowed you would like to know,” and the linen-du9tered man trotted downstairs.—[lndianapolis Journal.

THE ONE EXCEPTION. “I pay regular rates for most things," said Drycuss, “but there’s one thing I always get at a cut price.” “What’s that?” asked'bis partner. “That,” said Drycuss, “is a hair-cut.” —[Browning’s Monthly. HIS ONLY FEAR. First Boy—l’m savin’ up my money to buy a gun. I’m goiu’ West to fight IndlShs. Second Boy—l ain’t. “No, ’cause you’re ’fraid of the Indians, that’s what you are,” “Huh! Who’s ’fraid of Indians? I sin’t. I could vanquerish a dozen of them with one hand.” “Then what is you ’fraid of?” “I’m ’fraid mebby a big alligator’ll get after me and chase me up a tree, and then a big cyclone might come along an’ blow the tree here, an’ then pop ud catchme and lick me.”—[Street & Smith’s Good News. UNSURPASSED. Billings (who has been to the Fair, to Jenninga, who is going)—The biggest thing I ever saw; biggest buildings, biggest beauty, biggest assortment, and stopped at a hotel so big that I rang the bell on Friday night and it took until Tuesday morning for the boy to reach my room.—[Life. IT SHOCKED HER.

Young Golight—She said I was either fool or a knave. Miss Hubb—Shocking! Young Golight—l should say so. Miss Hubb—Yes, she should have said i-ther.—[Good News. WELL CALCULATED. “How did you make yourself so solid with the girl’s mother?” “Met her in the hall one evening when I called and mistook her for the daughter.”—[Detroit Free Press. A CRUEL HINT. “Do you know, Mabel, I had two offers of marriage last week.” Mabel —My darling Anne! I am so delighted. Then it is really true that your uncle left you all his money?” GETS TIRED EASILY. Miss Take—l have frequently observed that Mr. Modest leaves the hotel piazza at an early hour in the evening to court sleep. Is he ill? Miss Interpret—No, he isn’t sick. It’s merely a habit with him. He was always of a retiring disposition.—[Boston Herald. JUBT WHAT HE WANTED. Husband (after a sharp quarrel)—You may buy the dress if you wish, but I shan’t pay for it. Wife—Then they’ll sue you for the amount. Husband —So much the better; in that case I’ll pawn the piano for the money. —[Humoristieche Blaetter. TnE BUSINESS AGE.

Friend —Why didn’t you exhibit at the World’s Fair? Manufacturer—Business, old boy, business See? “Humph! I don’t see." “You are away behind the age. By refusing to exhibit I got half the papers to denouncing me, and the other half to dt-Tcnding me, until I’ve had about a million dollars’ worth of first-class advertising, and it hasn’t cost me a cent.”— [New York Weekly. FOR THE PRBBENT. Freddie is a bad boy, aged six, and his brother Charlie is four. Freddie wae at his usual game of teasing and pinching and bullyragging his brother when his mother interfered. “Don’t you know,” she said reprovingly, “that you are laying up trouble for yourself by and by by doing this?” “Maybe I am,” he replied defiantly, “but Charlie is getting his now.”—[Detroit Free Press.

SALVE FOR WOUNDED HONOR. A. —You are an infamous rascal! B. —See here, I’ll not allow any man to call me that, and I’ll just go and make a complaint ngaingt you in court. A. What 1 Make a complaint about such a trifle! See, I’ll make vou a present of three dollars if you call it square. B. —No, sir. Vou evidently don’t know me. I certainly will not let any man call me an infamous rascal for a cent less than five dollars.—[Sohalk. A DOUBTING TnOHAS. Mrs. Meadow—The paper says It’ll rain to-morrow. Farmer Meadow—lt does, eh! Well, I hain’t much faith in those newspaper predictions. What does the almanac say?—[Puck. IN A HOSPITAL. Doctor (to patient)—Young man, you do not seem to pick up as fast as I expected you would. Patient—That’s so, doctor, I don’t feel as if I would be able to leave the hospital for some time yet. I b'elieve tlat the nurse is to blame for It.J’

“Why, how is that?” “Well, she is only eighteen years old and very good-looking.” “I think I’ll have to prescribe another nurse.”—[Texas Siftings. AN OBJECT OF PITY. Watts—l feel awfully sorry for Biggerstaff these hot days. Potts—What’s the matter withßiggerstaff? Watts—He is one of these fellows who can make a good appearance only when he is wearing a fur-lined overcoat. -[lndianapolis Journal. NOT NECESSARILY. Miss Pruyn—lf you have never been in love, Mr. Waite, you have missed half of your life. Waite—Which half? Mis Pruyn—Why, your better half, of coursel OPPOSITE, AND YET ALIKE. Now seated on the beach or bluff, When day to night her reign doth render, The fisherman tells stories tough, The ardent lovers stories tender. —[New York Press.

WOULD NOT BE NOTICED. Applicant—Yes. madame, -1 wish to secure board, but I must inform you that I am a vegetarian, madame. Mrs. Slimdiet—Ob, that will be al] right. You will not be expected to eal the meat. None of the others ever do.— [New York Weekly. WILLING TO WAIT. Miss Dukkets—Did you tell Mr. Getthere I was not in? Bridget—l did, mum. Miss Dukkets—What did he say? Bridget—He said; “Well, tell her to come down as soon as she is in.” He’s n the parlor.—[Puck. IN THE HAUNT OF THE MOSQUITOES. “Been fishing?” “Yes.” “Many bites?” “Just look at my face.” —[New York Press. ODDS AND ENDS. Reports from the muster field are mostly of a uniform character.— [Lowell Courier. The bargain man who sells you goods at two prices puts them to you regardless of cost. —[Galveston News. Visitor—Your river is really very bad. Loyal Chicagoan—But just think how bad it would be if it were worse.—[Chicago Record.

Some mea never cut much of a figure until they have been made an example of.-r[Troy Press. During the preserving season the housewife realizes that one essential of the occupation is to preserve her equanimity.—[Boston Courier. When the millennium comes the bather who keeps one foot on the bottom will quit telling her friends that she has really learned to swim. Charley—So, Jim, you were extravagant enough to pay S2O a dozen for your handkerchiefs. Don’t you think that was a good deal of money to blow in?— [Columbian Spectator. If some people think they can crawl through the needle’s eye into heaven they’re going to get stuck. —[Philadelphia Times. There is no disputing the fact that a man must have considerable “go” to gain much prominence as a traveler.— [Buffalo Courier. The sad sea waves—The hotel-keepei saluting his parting guests. When a parliamentary division ends in a free fight both the eyes and nose are apt to have it.—[Lowell Courier.

A Snail’s Formidable Mouth.

“It is a fortunate thing for man and the rest of the auimal kingdom,” said the naturalist, “that no large wild animal has a mouth constructed with the devouring apparatus built on the plan of the insignificant looking snail’s mouth, for that animal could outdevour anything that lives. Tho snail'itself is such an unpleasant, Dot to say loathsome, creature to handle that few amateur naturalists care to bother with it, but by neglecting the snail they miss studying one of the most interesting objects that come under their observation. “Anyone who has noticed a snail feeding on a leaf must have wondered how such a soft, flabby, slimy animal can make such a sharp and clean-cut incision in the leaf, leaving an edge as smooth and straight as if it had been cut with a knife. That is due to the peculiar and formidable mouth he has. ’ The snail eats with his tongue and the roof of -his mouth. The tongue is a ribbon which the snail keeps in a coil in his month. This tongue is in reality a hand-saw, with the teeth on the surface instead of on the edge. The teeth are so small that ns many as 30,000 of them have been found on one snail's tongue. They are exceedingly sharp and only a few of them are used at a time. Not exactly only a few of them, but a few of them comparatively, for the snail will probably have 4,000 or 5,000 of them in use at once. He does this by means of his coiled tongue. He can uncoil as much of this os he chooses, and the uncoiled part he brings into service. The roof of his mouth is as hard as a bone. He grasps the leaf between his tongue and that hard substance and, rasping away with his tongue, saws through the toughest leaf with ease, always leaving the edge smooth and straight.”—[Exchange.

OLLA PODRIDA.

The czar’s throne is said to be worth four times as much as Queen Victoria’s. The Mississippi deposits in the sea in a year solid matter weighing 812,500,000,000 pounds. Sixty persons now pccupy Robinson Crusoe’s island Juan Fernandez. They are cattle herders. The Corean does not have the trouble of carrying his umbrella in his hand. It is like an ordinary umbrella in shape, only it is smaller and has no handle. It is made of oil paper and is worn on the head over the hat. In the Vatican at Rome there is a marble statue with natural eyelashes, the only one with this peculiarity in the world. It represents Ariadne sleeping on the island of Naxos at the moment when she was deserted by Theseus. A monstrosity is carefully guarded on the farm of W. H. Reynolds, at Gannon, Tex. It is a pig with head and ears like those of an elephant, a nose like the trunk of the beast just named, and a single eye where the mouth ought to be. The famous Tyrian dye was discovered in this way: A man and his dog were one day walking on the seashore, when the dog ate a murex, a species of small shellfish, and his master noticed that his lips were at once tinged with the royul color, which soon became as famous as it was difficult to obtain.

FOR THE YOUNG FOLKS.

AFTER THE CIRCUS. WW, what do you think our little girl dreamed One night when she got into bed? She had been to the circus, and all that She eaw was bobbing about in her head. The tall giraffes ana kangaroo, The elephant, and the moDkeys, too, • The horrible ape and the moolv cow, And the stupid turtles that didn’t know how To crawl from under the ostrich’s feet And nearly got crushed into fine mincemeat. Oh I these were the things that one and all Politely came to return her call, And say good-night to the little girl Who calmly slumbered amid the whirl Of all she saw at the circus that day When she watched the “menagerie folks” « play. —[Little Men and Women.

A BILI.Y CANARY. A pet canary bird in Fair Haven, Washington, has always had an aversion to his natural dress, and has industriously pulled out every feather he could reach. The result is that he has now a smooth, shiny skin, which looks like polished parchment, two or three lonely tail feathers and a trifle of plumage on the head and neck. In summer he is all right, but the cold of winter bothers him. As soon as frost comes he is olad in a warm flannel jacket, which he admires immensely. At night he lies down ° n » bed of cotton batting, submits quietly to be covered up, and sleeps there contentedly till morning.

AN INHUMAN PRACTICE. Some crabbed philosopher once expressed the wish that boys between the ages of twelve and twenty might be kept in a barrel and fed through the bunghole thereof. He has had—to the credit of mankind be it said—'few sympathizers with his declaration, though among certain people, if the report spenks- truthfully, a practical test of the value of the same idea has been made. In New Britain, an island of the Pacific, it is said that ull .female children are kept shut up in cagesjuntil they come of age. These cages are constructed of palm leaves, and when two or three years old the girls are shut up in them; nor are they permitted to go out on any pretext except once a day, when they are taken to be washed.' Notwithstanding this forced seclusion, the authority states that the young ladies grow up strong and healthy.—[New Orleans Picayune. A FISH’S NEST. No sparrow in the sure retreat of church-covering ivy is a more industrious nest-builder than the little brown dace, which in our brooks are sometimes called minnows. These sprightly little fish, many of them not more than an inch long, seem to be always at play. But you should watch them now. They begin to nest in June, after the warm weather has fairly begun. Father and mother go to work together. First they begin to clear out a chosen spot near a bank, in the shallow of the running brook. Roots and leaves and all other such stuff must come awav, and some pieces are all the two little housebuilders can move, wjth many a strong pull and long pull and both pulling together. At length, when they have a clearing say about two feet wide, Mrs. Dace lays a batch of tiny eggs in the centre of it, and Mr. Dace, who probably has been away meantime, returns from up stream with a pebble in his mouth, which he places in the midst of the eggs, over some of them. Then the two swim away up stream and come back with more pebbles, till the eggs are nicely covered. Then Mrs. Dace lays another layer of eogs, which arc pebbled over in the same way. More eggs and more pebbles, .ill there is a pile eight inches high—sometimes in a pyramid, sometimes in a dome.

A boy’s grocery store. What a dollhouse is to a little girl a grocery store is to a boy. 'lt always proves a source of both work and play, and it never fails to give satisfaction to its owner and all the children of the region roundabout. Grocery stores that can be purchased arc either too small or quite high priced. A boy likes to have a store big enough to amount to something. The best ones are made and stocked by the boys themselves. The “building” costs little except the labor, and the stocking of it is great fun, as most play depends on a fellow’s own ingenuity. First get a soap box or a larger box if you like it better. Plain and smooth the outside. Then paint it. Set it on one side, so that the open top of the box will be the front of the store. Paint your name on a sign and nail it on the front across the top of the opening. The store “fixtures” are put in by nailing two upright pieces of wood against each side wall—the walls and ceiling, by the way, should be painted and the floor also. Nail cleats across the uprights and set the shelves on them. These side fixtures can easily have drawers. But instead of trying to make real drawers, which most likely would not draw out easily when done, use stout Easteboard medicine boxes, the sort that ave no lids, the box part slipping into a sort of pasteboard oblong whose ends are left off. These outside oblongs can be glued in place on the shelves while the boxes can slip in and out. Each box can be marked with the name of the commodity it is supposed to contain. To serve as handles, sew on shoe buttons with coarse thread, or insert the eyes through the pasteboard and fasten them in by a bit of match. Two counters can be made of them and fastened up by cleats and braces. They ought to be stained or painted. Furnish one counter with toy scales and weights, purchasable for from 10 to 25 cents; let the other hold a pile of brown and white paper cut different sizes, and there can be even paper bags, if the storekeeper cares to take the trouble of making them. You can have a toy iron bank to use as a safe. Have some boxes standing in the back of the store; also,sowte little barrels; they are for sale everywhere. The boxes may be all sorts and sizes, wooden or pasteboard. They help to make the store look businesslike when piled at the rear. One of the tiny glasses used for burntmatch receivers, turned upsid e dowa on a bit of white board, will serve for the cheese-case. Little bottles ranged on the shelves can have all sorts of toothsome essence in them, such as children like to “taste of,” and each can have its label. Gay advertising cards may be put up. A spool of wrapping cord can be fastened above the counter, one end hanging down ready for use. Any boy bright enough to make and furnish the grocery will be cute enough to have all sorts of small candies, nut

meats, ralsina, cloves, cinnamon,, animal crackers, eta., in his drawer and boxes, to say nothing of licorice, gums and a tempting lemon or apple and fresh berries strung on grass. He will want to trade as well as play, and children like to really Buy as well as play buy.—• [Bt. Louis Republic.

Chinese Warfare.

. The methods of warfare hitherto practiced by the Chinese have been the most primitive imaginable. Having thrown up intrenchments, posted their men to slaughter the enemy in front, they have regarded an attack on the flank as nar-row-minded and cowardly—very much as an American boy would consider a kick in the stomach as an unallowable diversion in fisticuffs. When they fought with the British they were astonished to find that their tiger-faced shields and the clanging of the gongs, cymbals and other strange instruments played by their regimental bands, failed to terrify their European enemy. Their long-respected books on tactics prescribe, with illustrations, certain specific grimaces which must accompany each attitude with the gun oi spear drill. These “mugs" are supposed to frighten the foe. At Canton, where arms of American patterns are now being manufactured, the Remington and Spencer rifles have been enlarged to a caliber of one inch, with barrels six feet long. On being told that such a length was excessive a Chinese gun factory superintendent replied that “he knew it, but the increased size gave the weapon a more formidable appearance.” China is the only country in the world where the profession of firearms is not honored. There, on the contrary, it is held in the utmost contempt. The people have a proverb that says: “As one would not employ good iron to make a nail, so one would not use a good man to make a soldier.” Branded as the refuse of society the warrior class has been condemned by Government policy to hopeless ignorance.—[Boston Transcript.

Know Thyself.

A male adult has half an ounce of sugai in his blood. The normal temperature of a human body is 98 2-5 degrees. An adult perspires twenty-eight ounces in twenty-four hours. An ordinary man exhales every day one pound of carbonic oxide. As a rule the length of the face is the same as the length of the hand. The rate of pulsation is 120 per minute in infancy, 80 in manhood and 60 in old age. Sweat consists of nearly 99 per cent, water and a little over 1 per cent, of saline matter. Each adult inhales a gallon of air a minute and consumes thirty ounces of oxygen a day. Toe action of the human heart is sufficiantly strong to lift every twenty-four hours 120 pounds. It has beeu computed that the average growth of the fingernail is about one-thirty-second of an inch a week. All the blood in the body makes the entire round of the circulation in twenty seconds, so that three times in every minute all the red globules of the blood, which are the oxygen carriers, must each have its fresh medium of oxygen. In the human body there is said to be more than 2,000,000 perspiration glands communicating with the surface by ducts, having a total length of some ten miles. The blood contains millions of millions of corpuscles, each a structure in itself. The number of rods in the retina, supposed to be the ultimate recipient of light, is estimated at 30,000,000. A German scientist has calculated that the gray matter of the brain is built of at least 600,000,000 cells.

Those Who Have Lived.

According to a recent writer it is impossible to give any close figures on the number of persons who have lived on this earth. It is generally considered that one person in every thirteen dies each year. At this rate the population would be renewed every thirteen years. Assuming that the population of the world is 1,000,000,000, and that it has been 1,000,000,000 at any time during the last 6,000 years, we find that the population has been renewed about 401 times; that is, that 462,000,000,000 have lived on this earth since the creation. This, of course, is vastly in excess of the real number, for the world, so far as we can tell, is more thickly populated now than ever before. Probably if we were to cut those figures in two we would still be above the actual numbor, with a total of 231,000,000,000 persons. There are po figures on which to base an estimate of the population of the world in Christ’s time. The census taken when He was brought up to Jerusalem has not cpme down to us; if it had, it would have been of great historical and sociological value. [Goldthwaite’s Geographical Magazine.

Just Like a Story Book.

Hettie Flowers, for two years past a domestic to the family of Mrs. Frances E. Mclntyre, Mount Vernon, N. Y., has just discovered the whereabouts of her father, from whom she has been separated twenty-two years. Miss Flowers had told Mrs. Mclntyre that her earliest recollections, though very indistinct, were of scenes in the South. When she was five years old she was kidnapped by a woman who was an enemy of her parents and was brought to New York, where, after a time, she was placed in an institution. Mrs. Mclntyre, interested by the woman’s story,began a search for her parents and wrote to nearly every post office in the southern states inquiring for persons named Flowers. At last she heard from Charles Flowers, a wealthy plumber of Macon, Ga., who said he had lost a daughter twentv-Uvo years ago under circumstances similar to those detailed by Miss Hettie. He had searched diligently for her, but in vain, and had given her up for dead. Further correspondence established the fact that Miss Hettie was his long-lost daughter, and he sent a check and a request that she go at once to Macon.—[Washington Star.

A Famous Chess Player.

For more than thirty years J. H. Blackburne has played chess. He is now fifty. He has played fifteen games blindfolded, simultaneously. After such a contest, however, it is said that he cannot sleep for hours. He often discards the game for weeks, declaring that, after a hard-fought match, the sight of a chess-board becomes hateful to him. It is said that the first time he ever played Steinitz was at a club, where some friends, anxious for sport, managed to bring them together. Their identity was kept secret from one another, and each thought the other some ambitious amateur. After the opening moves, however, both realized that it was to be a hard fight. The game lasted nearly four hours, and ended in a draw.—i New York Dispatch.

POPULAR SCIENCE NOTES.

Wonderful Malleability of Gold. —Gold is so very-itenacious that a piece of it drawn into a wire less than the onetwentieth of an inch in diameter will sustain a weight of 500 pounds. The surface of any given quantity of the metal may be extended by the hammer 310,184 times, and each single grain may be divided into 2,000,000 visible parts. The thickness of a piece of gold when extended by the hammer until its surface is 310,184 times its original area is not more than the 566,020 th of an inch! Eight ounces of this wonderful metal would gild or plate a wire of sufficient length to extend entirely around the globe. A Queer Product of Coal Tar.— Saccharin, a coal tar product, discovered within the past few years, is, in several respects, the most favorable of the many odd materials found in coal. First, it is the sweetest known substance. One-half pint of it in 35,000 pints of water will give the water a sweet taste equal to one part of cane sugar in 230 parts of water; a solution of one pint of saccharin and 2500 gallons of water is intensely sweet. In appearance this sweetest of the sweets is not unlike pulverized loaf sugar, being a pure white crystalline powder. Its scientific name is benzoyl sulphonic amide.

A Locomotive’s “Cough.”— The cough or puff of a railway engine isdue to the abrupt emission of waste steam up the stack. When moving slowly the coughs can, of course, be heard following each other quite distinctly, but when speed is put on the puffs come out one after the other more rapidly, and when eighteen coughs a second are produced they cannot be separately distinguished by the ear. A locomotive running at the rate of nearly seventy miles an hour gives out twenty puffs of steam every second—that is, ten for each of its two cylinders.

Repairing an Ocean Cable.—lt has always been a matter of speculation and wonder to most people as to how a marine cable once broken in midocean is ever got together again, says a writer in the New Orleans Times-Democrat. The explanation is this: First, it must be known that the cable practically rests everywhere on the bottom of the sea. Of course there are places where sudden deep places coming between shallow ones will cause the cable to make a spanas over a ravine or gully. In other places the ocean is so deep that the cable finds its specific gravity somewhere in midwater, so to speak. In that case it rests quite as firmly as if it were on solid ground. When a break occurs the first step, of course, is to accurately locate its position. A conductor such as a cable offers a certain amount of obstruction or “resistance” to the passage of an electric current. Apparatus has been devised for the measuring of the “resistance.” The unit of resistance is called an ohm. The resistance of the average cable is, roughly speaking, three ohms per nautical mile. Resistance practically ceases at the points where the conductors make e contact with the water. Therefore, f when measuring to locate a break it be found that the measuring apparatus indicates a resistance of 900 ohms the position of the fault will be known to be 300 miles from shore. With this information the captain of the repairing ship is able to ‘determine by his charts of the course of the cable, the latitude and longitude of the spot where the break occurred, and can proceed with certainty to effect the repair. When the approximate neighborhood of the track is reached a grapnel is dropped overboard and the vessel steams slowly in a course at right angles to the run of the cable. On the deck of the ship there is a machine called a dynometer, which, as its names implies, is used to measure resistance. The rope securing the grapnel passes under this. If the dynometer records a steady increase of strain it indicates that the grapnel has caught the cable. If, on the other hand, the resistance varies from nothing to tons and from tons to nothing again, it is known that the, grapnel is only engaging rocks or other projections of an uneven bottom. It is frequently necessary to drag over such a ground several times before the cable can be secured.

Having secured one end of a parted cable, the vessel moors it to a buoy and proceeds to search for the other end. When both ends are brought together on deck the electrician holds communication with the shore on both sides to make sure that there are no other defective places and that the cable is perfect in both directions. This having been satisfactorily determined, all that remains is to splice the ends together and drop the cable once more back into thf the sea.

Those Who Have Lived.

According to a recent writer it is impossible to give any close figures on the Dumber of persons who have lived on this earth. It is generally considered that one person in every thirteen dies each vear. At this rate the population would be renewed every thirteen years. Assuming that the population of the world is 1,000,000,000, and that it has been 1,000,000,000 at any time during the last 6,000 years, we find that the population has been renewed about 461 times; that is, that 462,000,000,000 have lived ou this earth since the creation. This, of course, is vastly in excess of the real number, for the world, so far as we can tell, is more thickly populated now than ever before. Probably if we were to cut those figures in two we should still be above the actual number, with a total of 231,0-00,000,000 persons. There are no figures on which to base an estimate of the population of the world in Christ’s time. The census taken when He was brought up to Jerusalem has not come 'dowfrto us; if it had, it would have been of great historical and sociological value. [Goldthwaite’s Geographical Magazine.

Airtight Canvas Boats.

Airtight canvas boats, built expressly for boys and timid ladies’ use, are much used at the fashionable summer resorts now. The man who has a reckless and ambitious son of seven is tired of giving rewards to big fishermen who make it a practice to keep a weather eye out for drowning boys, and who is equally weary of administering punishment “at the end of the slipper,” has solved the most difficult problem of his life by buying an airtight, .unsinkable boat. He gives the boy a hundred yards of stout rope, one end of which is tied to the boat, the other secured on land. He feels happy and care free, and goes to town feeling that the boy is safe, for if the boy cuts the rope after the prescribed distance is run he never learns it, and “where innocence is bliss” none of the boy’s admirers would care to make him any wiser, for at a lake resort a boy with a generous heart and a boat is not to be made an enemy of.