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DOWN AND OUT.

Carl Brickert sat huddled on a cold park bench near the edge of the lake. He was down and out. His thin, pale face, blue lips and wild, brilliant eyes, his frayed clothes and tattered shoes, voiced aloud to anyone who gazed upon. him, his pitiable condition. The frosty lap of the waves on the beach beckoned him insidiously. One plunge and the struggle, the heart-breaking attempt to keep body and soul together, would all be over.

He glanced around cautiously through the increasing darkness. Save for another man, apparently in about as bad shape as himself, some distance from him, there was no one about. Brickert rose from his seat, his bones aching from the cold and hunger, and approached the lake. As he neared the water he gave another glance at the other man and was surprised to see that he was hurrying toward him. Fearing that his attempt upon his own life might be frustrated, Brickert tore toward the lake. He raced out upon a little pier, which extended into the lake, with the intention of plunging into deep water. When almost at the end of the pier he heard the pursuing man call to him and he involuntarily stopped. "Hey," came the voice, harsh and rather weak. "Don't do that!''

Brickert turned angrily oil the newcomer and saw a man. almost as emaciated and forlorn looking as himself. "Who are you?" Brickert cried, and started to plunge over.

The other man caught him. Brickert struggled violently. He was somewhat bigger than the other man, bu§ did not fight with the desperation the other displayed. There was something frantic in the way he heaved and fought. Weak he undoubtedly was, cold and probably nearly starved but still frenzy imparted a strength to his muscles which finally forced Brickert to the floor of the pier. Then, while •the man sat on Brickert's chest the two had a brief breathing spell. "What—what do you want?" Brickert gasped. "I haven't got anything—I haven't done anything. What do you want? Who are you?" "Never mind who I am," gasped the other. "I know what you want to do— you want to kill yourself and I'm noi going to let you do it!'' he cried, with a set face and deep purpose mirrored in his eyes. "Why not?" questioned Brickert, "What is it to you whether or not

I kill myself?" "Never mind," repeated the other. «I_»

His words were cut short, for with a sudden, unexpected movement Brickert threw the man off and dashed for the edge of the pier-. Again the other man caught him and for a while they fought desperately in the darkness. Their weakened constitutions, however, were soon tired by the struggle, and finally they desisted and sat side by side on the pier. Then Brickert spoke up. "You needn't try to stop me any longer" he said. "This fight—this struggle, has made me see that I can still scrap. I may be down and out but I'm going to struggle to the end." "Slip it there, old fellow,'' said the other. "I was in the same boat when I saw you about to kill yourself. I thought I'd have one good fight before I fc'lowed you and now lil&you I'm going to keep on scraping to the end."

The couple struggled to their feet, and arm in arm, they staggered weakly through the park toward a big electric light which announced an ugly brick building as a "Salvation Army Citadel."—Frank H. Williams.

A .Rainy Day.

Mark Twain has been telling a story of a friend of his who was constantly receiving letters from a man asking for a loan of some money. One day Mark's friend was surprised to receive a letter from the impecunious one which ran as follows: "This time I have decided to reverse the usual order of things, and, instead of borrowing from you, I enclose herewith £5, which I am going to ask you to lay aside for me for a rainy day." But the recipient of the letter couldn't find any check. Thinking that he might have dropped it he searched for it under the table and all over the floor, but to no purpose. Then quite accidentally he turned over the sheet of note paper on which the letter was written, and discovered this postscript, "I've just looked out of the window and find that it is raining like the very dickens.''—Bellman.

A Sherlock Holmes.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, according to the Figaro, tells a story of an exp^rience with a Parisian cabby. Coining up from the Riviera he took a cab at the Gare de Lyon and drove to his hotel, where he tipped the driver substantially. "Merci, Monsieur Doyle,'' said the cocher, to the astonishment of Sir Arthur, who asked how on earth he knew his name. "Voici," said the cabby, "I read the papers that Sir Doyle was to arrive in Paris from

Nice, after stopping at Marseilles and ,, Lyons on the way. Now I noted that you had had your hair cut at Marseilles and that you had Lyons mud on your shoes. Therefore, you must be Sir Doyle." The creator of "Sherlock Holmes" was more amazed than ever. "Do you mean to say that was all the evidence you had to go upon?" "Well, to be honest, no," answered the cabby, "I also saw your name written on your box."—Bellman.

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MAKING

TELFORD AND MACADAM ROAD.

Essential Difference is in the Foundation—Both are Good Roads. The Telford base is made of six or eight inch rocks or bowlders, or irregular shaped pieces

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stone, on which is placed a layer of coarsely broken stone, and this is faced with pieces which do not average more than three-quarters of an inch in diameter.

In the original Telford road the inventor insisted that the broken stone be such as would pass through a two and a half inch ring.

The Macadam road has the foundation of broken stone an inch and a half to two Inches in diameter, a second covering somewhat smaller, and the top finer.

Macadam was more particular about weight than about size. His idea w&s that each stone should be six ounces in weight, and, with that end in view, his help carried balances with which to test the weight of the st. ne.

The Macadam roadwray is frequently made in two layers. Sometimes the first covering is only four

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Advantages of Good Roads. Greater prosperity marks the locality where highways are good, says C. R. Coutlee

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zine. tarms arc more extensively cultivated be maikcts are obtainable at a. »e. rtons, and lands, which vould otherwise remain forest uiidrained amps, are made productive.

Remember it is b« :-3r to have a road pass through your choicest land, or your best orchard, than far back over the hills and barrens from which your property is never seen. Passing through your farm peopjle know that you are a good farmer. It pays to advertise, and moreover the flat road is more cheaply kept up. Roads with sweeping curves, fitting the lay of the land, allow the hauling of heavier loads with less fatigue to the horses.

Road Drainage.

When the roadbed is to be graveled or macadamized, the crowning earth foundation should be nicely smoothed and then rolled until quite solid. It is well, also, in this case to put the clay' subsoil from the ditches on to the surface. When rolled, It makes a hard, smooth surface, almost impervious to water, and over which will flow, off to the ditches at the sides, the rainwater that may sink through the gravel or macadam. When the surface is to be of earth only, the clay subsoil should be kept underneath, and the natural soil be placed on top. The surface soil will usually afford much better drainage than the subsoils, and make a better road surface.

Don'ts for Road Makers. Don't waste material by dumping it on a road without screening to size and rolling eight inches deep of good material well rolled is worth more than two feet deep without it.

Don't waste hand labor when you can get a machine to do it for you. Machinery does better work for less money.

Don't use material without proper examination, to know whether it will bond well and form a roof to keep the water out.

Don't do too much draining until you find it necessary. In clay soil the side ditches are ample

Testing Cows Fed Without Salt. In a recent test three cows were kept without salt for four weeks and their milk record kept daring the last wo weeks of the period. Then they were given the usual allowance of salt for two weeks and on comparing the milk records it was found that the cows gave 454 pounds of milk during the first period when salt was withheld and 561 pounds during the second period when salt was furnished, a difference of 110 pounds of milk in two weeks in favor of salting.

Pigs at six months of age have been made to weigh 250 pounds, but this is the extreme. From 180 to 220 may be confidently expected when conditions are right and the proper care given. No one should be satisfied with a gain of less than one pound per day from birth to maturity, and this should be obtained with an average of about three pounds of grain, middlings find bran.

ivwii^LLAMiiOUS RECIPES.

Deviled Kidneys.

Allow four mutton or lamb kidneys lo stana covered in cold water containing halt a itaspooniul of soda liklr an hour. Tais treatment removes any strong odor or taste they might possess. Drain and dry them thoroughly, split each kidney lengthwise, remove the thin skin and make moderately deep incisions lengthwise all over both sides into these cuts put as much of the prepared paste as possible and they are ready to be cooked. If they are to be cooked in the oven, frying pan or chafing dish, first put in a little butter when the butter is quite hot add the kidneys. Do not cook them too much as that will make them tough. Veal kidneys may be treated in the same way, but beef kidneys are too tough, unless they have first been parboiled and allowed |o become cold. If the kidneys are to .be broiled the broiler should be rubbed with melted butter.

Lemon Jelly With Wine. Two ounces gelatine, one half pint water, one and one half pints boiling wrater, brandy or sherry, sugar to taste, whites and shells of two eggs, two lemons, one half pint sherry mixed with brandy. Soak the gelatine in half a pint of cold water fc* a quarter of an hour, then mix with it the boiling water, the brandy or sherry, the juice of all the lemons, the thinly pared peel of one lemon and sugar to taste. Boil for five minutes, remove from the fire to allow to cool. Stir in quickly the crushed shells and beaten whites of the eggs and boil the jelly up again without stirring. Allow it to stand two minutes and strain through /a clean scalded cloth, then stir in the mixture of brandy and sherry, pour into a mold and set.

Fine Pickles.

Two hundred small cucumbers, three tablespoonfuls each of white and black mustard seed, one handful each juniper berries and small green peppers, a few small onions and two pounds sugar. Let cucumbers stand in salt water closely covered three days then pour off water and dry carefully. Boil one half gallon best vinegar and pour over pickles scalding hot. Repeat three or four times. If vinegar is too salty, add fresh. Put about two quarts vinegar, all the ingredients, one half pound ground mustard and one bottle English chow chow in a porcelain kettle. When it gets hot put in enough pickles to fill a jar, let them get thoroughly hot, then put them in a jar, pour over some vinegar and seal hot. Continue until pickles are all used.

Snow Balls.

One cup of sugar, one cup of flour, two tablespoonfuls of sweet milk, one teaspoonful baking powder, three eggs flavor with lemon. Put one tablespoonful in a buttered cup and steam 20 minutes. Roll in white sugar while hot.

Saving the Ne*i Generation. Defective eyesight, writes William A.llen Johnson in the Circle Magazine calling attention to the necessity of guarding the health of the little people, is even more common than defective hearing and usually more disastrous in results.

A Chicago physician states that the number of "short-sighted" children in this country today runs away up into the millions. And this great army of little weaklings may be made healthy, robust children bjr the timely and proper fitting of glasses!

Besides defective eyes and ears there are many other nervous irritants which either escape the parents' eyes altogether—which is almost always the case—or else they are voted too trivial to need correction. The skilled physician can find them he knows, too, that while there are quicker ways deliberately to wreck a child's health there is no surer and more deadly course than the neglect of these "trivial!' abnormalities.

A crooked tooth sounds unimportant enough, but in a young child it may completely disarrange its bodily, mental and moral development. Proper mastication is prevented and impaired digestion. with all its resultant ills and its promise of permanent weakness naturally follows.

The case is cited of a little girl who had grown to be a hopeless "liar." She was anemic, very delicate, and frequently ill. A careful examination revealed constant fermentation in hei stomach and this was caused, it was found, by a. single crooked tooth which prevented the grinding motior so necessary to proper mastication.

The fermentation of food in the stomach caused unnatural nervous reflexes which in turn overstimulated the brain and resulted in a disordered imagination. The child "day dreamed' and exaggerated. The straightening Of the tooth made her normal in every way.

In. the medical inspection of the New York City schools, it was found that thirty per cent were backward. Putting the matter in the light of economy, the city was wasting three million dollars a year in teaching children who were physically unfit to receive an education. Examination revealed the fact that of the small army of backward children over ninety-five per cent were "dull" because of physical defects. And of this considerable, almost total, number more than nine-ty-five per cent were changed from dullards into normally bright scholars by simple operation or physical treatment.

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E E N I E E I A N S A N E 2 1 9 1 0

WIT AND HUMOR

Lost Peaches and Quarter. The pushcart man on Market street had some fine peaches. Cheap, too, they were. Two cents each, three for five.

The woman picked out three and gave him a quarter. He put the peaches in a paper sack and handed her the sack facing her tranquilly as she waited for the change. "You gave me a nickel," he said, finally. "I gave you a quarter," she said. "You gave me a nickel," edeclared.

She put the peaches back on the stand. "Give me that quarter back or I will find a policeman," she returned.

He refused to produce the quarter and she started out to find the policeman. She walked a do/en blocks this way and that, but no policeman did she find.

At length she returned to the corner she started from to find it empty. The pushcart man had vamoosed, taking her sack of peaches and also her quarter. "That is the dearest price I ever paid for three peaches that I never got," the woman sighed, as she walked on home.—Philadelphia Times

The Reason Why.

About a year ago a cook informed her mistress that she was liable to leave at any time, as she was engaged to be married, says Judge. The mistress was genuinely sorry, as the woman is a good cook and steady. Time passe* however, without further word of leaving, though the happy-to-be man was a frequent caller in the kitchen. The other day the mistress was moved by curiosity to ask: "When are you going to be married, Nora?" "Indade, an' it's niver at all, I'll be thinkin', mum," was the sad reply. "Really? What is the trouble?" 'Tis this, mum. I won't marry Mike when he's drunk, an' when he's 6ober he won't marry me!"—Cleveland Leader.

A Pair of Toasts.

They were lined up in front of the wet goods counter—the old bachelor and the benedict. "Here's to woman," said the benedict, "the morning star of our infancy, the day star of our manhood, and the evening star of old age." "Here's to our stars," rejoined the bachelor, "and may they always be kept at a telescopic distance."—Chicago News.

Sure Indication.

Anxious Mother—How do you know young Cashleigh is in love with you? Has he told you so?

Pretty Daughter—N-no but you should "see the way he loo^s at me when I am not looking at hitn.—Chicago News.

Utter Contempt.

"I s'pose you wouldn't marry me if were the only man on earth?'' "I wouldn't even ne engaged to you," responded the girl, "if you were the only man at a summer resort."— Louisville Courier-Journal.

A Danger Signal.

Squire Hibbs—How do you manage to cross the streets in New York without being struck by an automobile

Uncle Ez—Carry a, carpet bag marked "Dynamite," by hec«.

Test of Capacity.

"And how much water does this foot hold?" "With or without?" "With or without what?" "The feet."

Ultimate Economy.

"Yes, my husband is going to let me buy one of those close-fitting gowns." "But I thought he was so stingy?" "That is true. He thinks 1 will be afraid to eat much."

Equally Long and Deadly, The amazon chorus was about to march on the stage. "Wait," hissed the pretty leader. "We are forgetting our spears." "Use your hatpins, ladies" cried the fertile stage manager.—Cleveland Plain Dealer.

At the Table.

Mrs. Tite—Oh, we've forgotten to leave anything for the cook to eat. Mr. Tite—Her own fault, for forgetting to hold out on us.

"What do they put under the cornerstones?" "Ob, current coins, literature, and the like. We want posterity to know about our peculiar customs.-' "Then why not include one of the current hats?"

The Doctor—Nonsense! You haven't got a cancer. Boose is what ails you. You must stop drinking at once.

The Souse—Gee! Is it that serious? Why, Doc, I thought it was sdme simple thing that could be helped by an operation. I

Back home the gay resorter comes,' ... And he takes a scrub. "I lqve these summei joys," he hums, "But, O thou tub!" —Detroit Free'Press.

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Shepherd Knoweth His Sheep. A noted divine in Washington was constantly urging his flock to be more sociable «nd to give a hearty wel come to "the stranger within the gates," not forgetting to maintain a proper interes{ in the members of their own households. After one of his most effective sermons on his pet theme, he went to the door as usual and b^gan to shake hands industriously with people passing out after service.

He was much interested in a well dressed and intelligent looking young girl, apparently a stranger, and greeted her heartily. "I hope we may see you often here," he said. "We always have a welcome for new faces." "Thank you, sir," she replied modestly. "Do you live hereabout?" he went on.

The girl looked at him with a puzzled smile. "Yes, sir, I do." "Will you kindly leave me your address and my wife and I will call on you some evening?" he said. "You will not have to go far to find me—I am your cook."—National Magazine.

Good Biters.

"Joel Chande Harris was only excelled by Stephen Crane in his profound knowledge of negro character," said an Atlantan. "Mr. Harris on a train one day pointed to a typical old colored couple, a stout old uncle and a stout old auntie. He said he'd play a joke on them. So he pretended to be the conductor and asked them for their tickets. The old gentleman fished the tickets from his ragged vest. 'One o' dese, sah,' he said, 'is foh me, an' t'udder one is foh her.' 'But which is yours and which is hers?" demanded Mr. Harros, with pretended impatience. "The old gentleman began stammering something, but the old lady shut him up. 'Dah, now, yo' ign'ant skunk,' she cried. 'I done tole yuh you'd git us inter trouble, an' now you see yuh done got de law on us.'"—Louisville Times.

Not to Be Forgotten.

Mr. Hammond's face was so ugly as to be almost grotesque although nobody ever thought about his looks after hearing him taik. "If I hadn't known I was one of the homeliest people in the world I might have been surprised at a remark made by old Pomp, the body servant of one of my southern friends,' he once said. "I hadn't seen Pomp for 15 years, and as I had grown from a boy to a man in that time, I did not expect him to remember me, but he said, 'Howdy, Marse Hammond, sah!' the moment he caught sight of me. 'So you remember me, .romp,' I said. 'Couldn't nebber forgit yo' face, Marse Hammond, sah,' grinned Pomp. 'Hit's so kinder complocated.'"— Washington Star.

They Understood Each Other. "So you believe in telepathy?" "Yes," answered Mr. Meekton. "Though Henrietta is miles away, I can tell exactly what she is thinking about this minute.'' "And does she know your answer?" "She does. She is wishing I would hurry along that hundred she wrote me for, and she knows I'm worrying about where the cash is coming from."—Washington Star.

Mathematics Made Easy. Little Doris could not count beyond four. One day, when she was showing me five berries that she had picked, I asked, "How many have you, Doris?"

Her brows puckered a moment, then dimpling with smiles, she answered, "Wait till I eat one—then I'll tell you!"—Philadelphia Record.

Yawning Void.

"And every star," shouted the professor, "whirls in an orbit comprising millions stretched upon millions of miles. My friend, can you grasp the immensity of space?" "I think I can," replied the auditoi feebly. "I have a daily humorous column to fill up."—Louisville CourierJournal.

She Declines.

"He keeps telling me that his heart is shattered." "Maybe he expects you to put it together again." "Well, I never was good at these jigsaw puzzles." Louisville CourierJournal.

Cold Turndown.

Count Hicltoff—"See, my love, I draw ze one heart and arrow in ze white beach sand. Will you have me now

Pretty Girl—"No, count. Sand artists the$e days have a hard time to support themselves without supporting a wife."—Chicago News.

Willing to Try.

"Do you think you could learn to love me?" "Well, I don't know. You might give me a sample lesson."

Young Wife—This dish, dearest, is an original composition of my own. Husband—Well, I should rather, my pet, that you would cook after the old masters.

"Some folks is born lucky," said Uncle Eben, "an de man dat is born wif plain common sense is one of 'em."

MEN AS FiCTICN HEADERS.

Demand For Such Reading Are Said to Outrank Women. That men have taken to reading fiction more than ever before is a statement made recently by some persons in charge of public reading rooms and libraries.

It used to be said some years ago that women had a monopoly of fiction and that men read the "heavier" literature. Now it is claimed by some authorities that the conditions are becoming somewhat reversed and that women do a good deal of the heavy reading.

There is a tale of a woman in one of the suburban towns wno is so eager to learn all that she can on tnese deeper subjects and the volumes which contain the precious matter are so heavy that she is obliged to bring a toy express wagon each week to icarry them back and forth.

A cataloguerer in a large public library, is of the opinion that the men and women about average on reading fiction. "You see," she said, "the businessman reads for recreation, and tired out with the routine of the office, requires something light something which will not tax his brain too much. So he resorts to fiction. Women take out books on travel

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H» Had The Id**.

The position of librarian in some of our City libraries often calls for qualities wnich would at fist though' occur to one as indispensable to persons of the Sherlock Holmes persuasion rather than to those busy in the field of library work.

For example, in one of the crowded districts a little boy appeared at the desk one morning and demanded a book by a feller named Dirt." Suspecting a discrepancy somewhere, the librarian searched the catalogue in vain, then had recourse to crossquest'oning. This proved equally fut'le. and a note was sent to the boy's n'other, asking her if she would be kind enough to write the name of t.he bock she wanted. In about half an hour he returned with a slip of paper on which was written: "Please send something by George Sand."

Wh^re They Die Only Once. A lumbering old stage was winding in and out over a remote road in the Adirondacks. There was only ore pa singer and he had chosen sit outside beside the driver. Several times he had tried conversation, but had met with so little encouragement that he had giv-en up and was silently watching the landscape.

Presen ly they came to a tiny mountain burying ground, containing a few gravestones and a few unmarked graves. The passenger looked at it, struck by its air of loneliness, which seemed to stir in him afresh the desire for human Intercourse. He turned again to the driver, pointed toward the graveyard, and observed: "People around here don't seem to' die very often, do they?"

And without turning his head, "Jest once," said the driver. ^4

What was probably one of the largest cargoes of fruit ever carried from any port in the world in cool chambers recently left HJobart^ in the fctate of Aasmania. for England. The,: shipment exceeded 125,000 bushel caues.

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cooking, needle-work and house-fur-nishing and decorating. Of course they read the modern fiction too. "Books on art do not seem to appeal to the men as much as the women. Our music department is almost exclusively visited by the women, who nre allowed to go in and select what they wish themselves. Oh, yes I have seen a man venture in there, occasionally, but very rarely. "Women never take out any books on technical subjects it is only the men who tane these out. Books on finance are rarely taken from the shelves. I suppose the reason for that is because most business men rely upon their experience to help them. "Athletics, books on that subject interest the uoys, and once in a whil6 some fair devotee of footbau or baseball will take out books on those subjects, but not very often. "If you ask me about poetry I think the line there would be very hard to draw, as the men seem to be as enthusiastic readers as -the women. "Twenty years ago if a woman had gone into a public library ana asked for a book on poultry farms or stock raising she would have received a stare of wonder, and more likely of pity, as the attendant would probably have thought her insane. "But women are now taking up so many of the vocations which heretofore have been man's private property that one is not surprised at anything of that kind nowadays. "The women's clubs, whose members are interested in economics, sociology and psychology anh scientific works of all kinds, have been a very important factor in turning^woman'a thoughts to boons on the more serious subjects. 'The I.adies Book of Fashion,' Dickens and Thackeray and the standard novels which our grandmothers and mothers read, do not satisfy the women of today. She must have something different. The college woman is interested in all the important questions of the dav. the unions and the strikers are of as much interest to her as the latest stitch in knitting or the very latent shape in a bonnet were to her grandmother."

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