Ligonier Banner., Volume 35, Number 41, Ligonier, Noble County, 10 January 1901 — Page 7

S| WOz FY } % N N\ 7 N BRI \‘.\) /"’l-’” s die Y. \\B” ?Q 7}7’,’” '{#’ T (\ >y :{-»".‘" \_ ) B N N - &‘/V"‘ G BY oL AL j g ) BRIGADIER % \ GENERAL \ JALCHARLES 8 A & - KIFNG ; £ [Copyright, 1897, by F Tennyson Neely.] CHAPTER XIX. : That night there was rejoicing at the new stockade. For over a week not a courier had managed. to slip through in either direction. Alarmed for the safety of the little garrison, the commanding officer of the post away up at the gorge of the Big Horn river had sent two troops of cavalry to scout the slopes of the mountains and look into the state of affairs at Warrior Gap. They found countless fresh pony tracks all’along the foothills east of the Greasy Grass and in the valleys of the many forks of the Deje Agie—the Crow name for Tongue river—but not an Indian did they see. They marched in among the welcoming officers and men at the bustling post to find themselves hailed as heroes. “We’ve been cut off from the world for at least ten days,” said the commandant. “Our couriers have been killed, captured or driven back. Even our half-breed scouts refuse to make further trial. They say Red Cloud’s people cover the land in every direction." Our woodchoppers only work under heavy guard. The contractors, freighters and workmen threaten to strike unless they get their money. The sutler refuses them further credit. The quartermaster has paid out every cent and says his requisition for $lO,OOO was ordered filled, and the money ought to have been here a week ago. All will have to stop if the money doesn’t come. We're safe enough. The Sioux don’t dare come within range of our breechloaders. But we can’t finish the barracks in time for winter at this rate.” A stout-hearted soldier was the commanding officer at Warrior Gap. He had with him now four strong companies of infantry and a troop of horse. He had, he said, but one anxiety, so far as holding the fort was concerned—some few of the officers and quite a number of the soldiers, as has been told, were burdened with their wives and children. If these could only be moved under strong guard to Frayne on the Platte, he could snap his fingers in the face of Red Cloud and his whole gang until they too got breech-load-ers. “It’s only a question of time!” said he. “Sooner or later the interior department will be fool enough to arm the redskins all over the land +ith magazine rifles, and then there will be lively work for the war office. Any day,” said he, further, “we may expect the coming of a whole regiment from the Platte posts, and then Mr. Lo will have to light out. Meantime, if we hadn’t this trouble about the workmen and could get rid of the women and children, we’d be all right.” "~ So back to the Big Horn rode the squadron to report all safe at Warrior Gap, barring the blockade, and almost on the same date out there started from Laramie, on the long march up the Platte and over across the sagecovered deserts, a strong force of foot and dragoons; and up from the Sweetwater, far to the southwest, came this venturesome little party of ten, bringing the much-demanded money, and all the while, with his far-riding, far-seeing scouts in every direction, Machpealota, perched in the mountains back of the building post, warily watched the dispositions and daily work, and laid his plans accordingly. Not a warrior was permitted to show himself near the stockade, but in a sleepless cordon. five miles. cut, they surrounded the Gap. Not a messenger had managed to elude their vigilance by day, not one had succeeded in slipping into the little camp by mnight. Yet with every succeeding morn the choppers and fatigue parties pushed farther out from the stockade, in growing sense of security, and the Indians let them come. . ‘ Full a week before the Laramie column could possibly reach the mountains, however, Red Cloud was warned of their coming, their numbers, and composition—so many horse soldiers, so many ‘“heap walks.” Unmolested, the squadron from Fort C. F. Smith, the Big Horn River post, was permitted to retrace its steps. In fancied safety, born of confidence in that wonderful new breechloader, the Ilittle command at the Gap was lulled to indifference to their surroundings. Then sending large numbers of his young men to round up buffalo toward the Platte, but keeping still his stern and vengeful eye upon the prey almost at his feet, the red chief made his final and fatal plans. ‘There came a cloudless morning when the cavalry troop escorted a young officer up the rocky heights to the west, finding everywhere indications of recent Indian occupancy, but not a redskin barred their way. Without opposition of any kind, without so much as a glimpse of the foe, were they permitted to climb to Signal Rock, and from that point, with powerful glasses, the officers swept the glorious range of foothills, the deep valley of the Tongue, the banks of the Piney and the Crazy Woman, the far-spreading upland prairie rolling away like some heaving ocean suddenly turned to earth, east and southeast to the dim horizon, and there they saw, or thought they saw, full explanation of their recent freedom from alarm of any Lkind. There to the south, full thirty miles away, the land was overlaid by a dull, heavy, dun-colored cloud, and traversed by black streaks or blotches that were recognized at once as running buffalo. Red Cloud and his braves then were drawn away in search of other game, and, light of heart and foot, the troopers trotted back to the waiting stockade, to meet there late that evening, as the weird tattoo of the drums and fifes was echoing back from the rocky heights, the first messenger through in nearly fifteen days—a halfbreed Sioux from a distant post along the Platte, bearing a written message from the commanding officer at Frayne, which the veteran commandant read with infinite comfort: . “Seven companies of infantry and

oughly alive to the situation, and we, too, are hoping for orders to move out and help you give that infernal old scoundrel the thrashing he deserves. /All has been quiet hereabouts since that one party made its dash on Hal Folsom’s ranch. Of course you know the story of Lizette, and of course Red Cloud must have known that Burning Star was head devil in that enterprise, though Chaska was the vietim. I take much comfort in the fact that it was I who sent young Dean and his troop round by way of the Laramie. Folsom and his people would have been murdered to a man if I hadn’t, and yet I hear that absurd old ass at Emory put Dean in arrest for not coming directly home. Pecksniff should have been retired ten years ago—for imbecility. '

“We had a tremendous storm in the mountains to the south two days ago and a courier has just galloped oat from Emory, inquiring for news ! of Dean. It seems he was sent with a big sum of currency for your quarter“master, and ordered to slip through by way of Sweetwater, as Red Cloud -was known to be covering the direct ! road. Somehow it leaked out before he started, and a gang of desperadoes gathered to jump him at <Canyon Springs. The storm jumped them, for tsvo of their dead and a dozen horses ~were rolled out..on the flats. Dean must have got through all right, for Pat saw their trail fifteen miles above us. Of course, he’ll have to make night marches; but, unless Red Cloud gets wind of his coming and corrals him, he should reach you almost as soon as this. Michel, the bearer, has your dispatches and orders. Retained copies are here. Good luck, old man, and may we-meet within the fortnight arnd wind up Red Cloud once and for all time.”

This was all, but more than enough. Riding night and day in wide detour, Michel had made his way to the lately beleaguered spot, and what he brought was joyous mnews, indeed. Within the coming week the post would have no more to fear. Within a day or two the contractors, then, would have their money, and that would tap the sutler’s stores.and joy would reign supreme. Enviously the soldiers eyed the artisans. = Not for weeks #ould their paymaster be looked for, while the funds for the civilians might reach them on the morrow, provided Red Cloud did not interfere. He couldr’t and wouldn’t, said -the commander, because he and his braves were all off to the southeast, hunting buffalo. He could and might, said Michel that night at ten o’clock, after taps had sent the garrison to bed, for by the time he left Frayne there were other riders up from Gate City, and all the garrison had learned that Lieut. Dean was taking something like fifty thousand dollars in greenbacks up to the Gap. with only ten men to guard it, and Maj. Burleigh was wild with fnxiety lest he shouldn’t get through, and had been nearly crazy since he heard of Dean’s narrow escape &t Canyon Springs. The officer

Wl oo D 8 ro " 8 e R | ) A.‘: ANy ). L, 7 R DA, 5 3 // P Ve M N ""}’ .\E * 2 »’}fv \\ ¥ Bt ress =\ % ; ATE2E = z = / D & e g /7 et ‘ E . w . Z () s | The outer ones supported their comradr in tke center. of the day who heard this story told it, with the teller, to the post commander, and that veteran sat up late and cross-questioned long. Michel's English might be broken, but not his statement. The last arrival at Frayne before he left was one of Maj. Burleigh’s owr men from Gate City. He said the general and his staff were expected at Emory the next day, investigating matters, for old Stevens had got stampeded because his sergeant major was assaulted and old Folsom knocked out and a drunken captain by the name of Newhall had been making trouble and it had all told on Maj. Burleigh, who had taken to his bed with nervous prostration.

So, while the garrison went to rest happy, the commanding officer waked, long, and finally slept soundly and, might have slept late, but that just at dawn, full half an hour before the time for reveille, there came a sharp knocking at the door of hislog hut, and the imperative voice of the officer of the day: “Colonel, colonel, I say! There’s sharp firing out here in' the hills to the south!”

- The peaks to the west were just tinging with purple and red, refiected from the eastward sky, and a faint light was beginning to steal down into the deep valley in which the cantonment lay sleeping, when the veteran commander came hurrying out, half dressed, and hied him, with his attendant officer, to the southern angle of the stockade. There on the narrow ledge or platform built under the sharp tops of the upright logs, were grouped the silent, grave-faced guard, a dozen men, intently listening. Thither presently came running others of the officers or men, suddenly awakened by Sense of something unusual going on. Far away among the wooded heighkts to the south, echoing from the rccky palisades to the west, could be heard the pop, pop of distant musketry, punectuated sometimes with louder bang as of large caliber rifles closer at hand. Little time was there in which to hazard opinion as to the cause. One or two men, faint-hearted at the thought of the peril of Indian battle and hopeful of influencing the judgment of their superiors, began the murmur of “big hunt,” ‘buffalo drive,” etc., glancing furtively- at the colonel the while as though to observe the effect. But an imperative “Silence, you idiots!” from the officer of the day put sudden end to their comjectures. Only a moment did the commander listen. Then, quick and gtartling, came the order: “Sound to arms!” and Jwithin the minute the stirring peal of the cavalry trumpet was answered by the hoarse thunder of the smare drum, beating’ the long roll. Out from their “dog tents” and e ??}%&wvfifi%bfifig

half-finished log huts came the bewildered men.” Often as the alarm had sounded on the frontier there was a thrill and ring about it this time that told of action close at hand. Out from the little huts, hurrying into their frock coats and belting on their swords as they glared about them for the cause of the uproar, came the officers, old and young, most of them veterans of many hard-fought fields of the war days—one or two, only, youngsters fresh from the Point. At many a doorway and unglazed window appeared the pallid faces of women and children, some of them weeping in mingled fright -and distress. In front of the log guardhouse the sergeant quickly formed the two reliefs not on post. On their designated parades the companies rapidly fell in, while sternvoiced non-commissioned officers rebuked the laggards and aided them into their belts, and each first sergeant took rapid note of his men. No need to call the roll, a skulker would have been detectedand kicked into the ranks at the instant. Over under the rough board shelter of the quartermaster’s employes the workmen came tumbling out in shirt sleeves, many of them running to the nearest officer and begging for a gun and a place in the fight, for now the firing was loud and lively. Down by the swift flowing stream the tethered horses of the cavalry plunged and neighed in excitement, and the mules in the quartermaster’s corral set up their irrepréssible bray. For five minutes there was clamor, but no confusion. Then disciplined silence reigned again, all but the nearing volleying at the south. Presently, at rapid trot the cavalry, some 50 strong, came clattering up the stony trail from the stream and with carbines advanced disappeared through the main gateway in a cloud of dust. Two companies were told off to mar the loopholes of the stockade. Two others under the command of a senior captain faced by the right flank, and in double-quick time danced away in the wake of the cavalry. Eagerly the watchers climbed the wooden walls or to the tower of the half-finished guardhouse, and, as the red light strengthened in the east and the mountain sides became revealed, studied with their glasses or with straining eyes the southward vista through the hills. They saw the troop form line to the front at the gallop as it swept out over the open ground 400 yards away, saw its flankers scurry to the nearest shoulder of bluff, saw theirexcited signals and gesticulations, and presently a sheaf of skirmishers shot forward from the advancing line and breasted the low ridge 800 yards out from the fort, and then there came floating back the sound of ringing, tumultuous cheer as the skirmishers reached the crest and darted headlong -at some unseen object beyond, and after them went the reserve, cheering too. And now the sound of firing became fierce and incessant, and messengers came galloping back to the commander of the steadily advancing infantry, and they, too, were seen to throw forward heavy skirmish lines and then resume the march. And then, down over the ridge came a little knot of horsemen, made up of three men riding close together, the outer ones supporting between them the comrade in the center. Before they were within 400 yards the young adjutant, gazing through his glasses at the colonel’s side, exclaimed: “It’s Dean—dead or wounded!” and one 'of the surgeons rushed forward: to meet the party. “He’s weak, sir, almost gone from loss of blood,” exclaimed Trooper Conroy, himself bleeding from a gash along the cheek. A faint smile drifted over the young fellow’s pallid face as the adjutant, too, galloped up. A feeble hand indicated the’ bulging saddle pocket. A faint voice faltered: “There’s slo,oooin that packet. We had to fight our way through,” and then the brave blue eyes closed and strong arms lifted the almost lifeless form from the saddle as Marshall swooned away. -

[To Be Continued.]

REVELING IN COIN.

The Pleasant Pastime of a Wealthy Merchant Who Went -~ Insane,

A Boston merchant of great wealth, believing that certain symptoms indicated that he would become insane, consulted a specialist, and under his advice became an inmate of a private asylum. For 12 years his recreation was the piling up of gold coins and then knocking them over, says Youth’s Companion. At times he washed his hands in gold eagles and half eagles. At the end of the long seclusion he returned to his C(%Bting-room and in 12 months confirmed the thoroughness of his recovery by making $500,000. He died of yellow fever in Cuba, where he had gone to look after his sugar plantation. : A similar passion for handling gold coin is now and then exhibited by men -who suddenly become rich. George Augustus Sala, in his “Life and Adventures,” tells of a London journalist who speculated in railroad stocks. His first venture netted him $5,000. Drawing it in gold, he repaired to a hotel, emptied the bags of gold in the bed and went to sleep literally in the sands of Pactolus. The man was so crazed by his good fortune that he felt pleasure in reveling in a golden bath. Paganini, the wonderful violinist, when he received the proceeds of his concerts—he insisted on being paid in gold—used to wash his hands in sovereigns. A French novelist, Soulie, wrote a book entitled “The Memoirs of the Devil.,” It took; the publisher paid him for the first volume $lO,OOO in gold. The author carriedthe coin to his bedroom, poureditinto a foot-bath, and enjoyed for half an hour the excitement of moving his feet to and fro in a bath of gold coins, smoking, meanwhile, the biggest of Havanas. : The love of money is one of the dangerous passions, ¢ Good Backing. : “L” said the gentleman who had fairly prospered, “am humbly proud of the fact that I took ‘Get thee behind me, Satan,” as my motto when I begun business life.” “There is nothing,” said the second gentleman, who had measured business wits with the first gentleman, ‘like having good backing.”—lndianapolis Press. ‘ : When a Circus is a Success, . A circus cannot be said to have received the highest indorsement unless a boy or two runs away to follow it off.—Atchison Globee

TO END THE SLAUGHTER.

jCver Some Leading Republicans Are Tiring of McKinleg’s Philip- : pine Peoliry,

~ Hon. Wayne MacVeagh, - who was ‘attorney general in the cabinet of President Garfield, who surrounded himself with a particularly able cabinet, does not agree with the present attorney, Mr. Griggs, of New Jersey, that congress or the administration ‘has authority not conferred by tke constitution, and that the flag may be separated from the constitution at the sweet will of either. Mr. MacVeagh is not a carping critic, but he ‘is sick of the bloodshed, slaughter and ' devastation of territory in tne Phil‘ippines. He believes tnat the president is doing what he believes to be his duty, but it is time that persistence in a colossal blunder should cease. He says that the ‘“attempt at suppression has now been going on for nearly "three years, and has in- } flicted a vast amount of slaughter, disease and misery on our own sons as well as on those who resist our au~thority, and I cannct understand why anybody, whether an imperialist or an anti-imperialist, should not rejoice ‘at seeing a stop put to further slaughter, a general ammnesty proclaimed and the Philippine islands, for the present, at least, granted the same form of territorial government as we have just established in the Sandwich islands gnd as our territories have alway's enjoyed.”

No one doubts that the war could have been avoided had there not been the most unwise course on the part of the president in the days when he tried to bring about the ratification of the treaty of Paris. Even Gen. Otis recognized the inflammatory character of the president’s proclamation announcing that the United States would demand complete recognition of soverewsnty first, after which would come the beneficent policy of benevolent assimilation. Otis tried to avert the trouble by editing the proclamation, but Admiral Walker had in the meantime issued the prececlamation just as he received it, with the fatal words in it, demanding a surrender of sovereignty, and the war began in a few days. Gen. MacArthur, in his report, issued on November 10 last, declared that, in spite of all appearances of pacification, the people have been ‘“maddened the past five years by a rhetorical sophistry and stimulants applied to national pride until power of discriminating in matters of public concern or private interest has been almost entirely suspended. As a substitute for all considerations, the people seem to be actuated by the idea that in all doubtful matters of politics or war men are never nearer right than when gbing with their own kith and kin, regardless of correctness.” :

This guarded view is confirmed by an unofficial report, written by Col. B. L. Bullard, of the Thirty-ninth United States infantry, to Capt. Scott, of Montgomery, Ala., that the conditions of the country practically forbid the successful pursuit of the small bands into which the armies of Aguinaldo have been broken up, and that the ‘presence of the American troops is an encouragement to outlawry. He says: , ‘“ln addition, the strain of outlawry.in the Filipino blood has been fostered, swollen and strengthened by five years of unrest and rebellion, since the year 1896. Finally, it is the white man, first the Spaniard, now the American, who has always been the agent that has forced unwelcome law, order and civilization upon the yellow man. Consequently, whether law-abiding or lawless, robber, murderer or rapist, the Filipino who opposes the white man’s system is hailed by all the people as their champion. He is fed, concealed, protected and encouraged. If punished, it is always by the white man, and he becomes a martyr in the eyes of his race. ‘““These are the conditions in these islands to-day. It is useless to say they will soon cßange, for they have not changed in the past five years, two of them under American domination at that. Is it, therefore, any wonder that the authorities here are scratching their heads and asking each other ‘what in thé world are we going to do when we begin to lose troops, when the volunteers start to go home? ”’ . . It is no wonder at all. Nor is it a wonder that men in this country, of the president’s own party, like exPresident Harrison, ex-Speaker Reed, ex-Senator Edmunds, ex-Attorney General MacVeagh and a host of other men of conviction and courage, should demand a change of policy that will produce different’ results than those we see now prevailing with no likelihood of improving. Persistency in following up a blunder once made isn’t going to make the blunder right in the end. It will only lead to a continual demand for more men for the army.—Utica Observer.:

PRESS COMMENTS.

——Mr. Cleveland ought to have stuck to his fishing pole. That’s his long suit.—Kansas City Times. ——The reason why Hay’s Pauncefote treaty was amended to death by the senate was because the author had put too much English in it.—Kansas City Times. ——President McKinley’§ seiection of a span of horses for his inaugural coach is a modest reminder of the easy grace with which he “drove a coach-and-four” through the constitution.— N. Y. World.

——That English trick of concealing the cost of war by spreading it out thin over a long period is doubtless being appreciatively studied by Mr. MecKinley and his fellow-imperialists.— St. Louis Republic.

——The steel trust insists that it must have tariff protection. Of course it must if it is to further continue its practice of charging the home consumer more than theforeign consumer. The steel trust is such a puny infant that it must be coddled until the erack of doom, if the members are to be believed.—Omaha World-Herald.

——Prosperity does not appear to be quite so widely diffused among the mill hands as they were led to expect before the election. | So many mills are shutting down just now as to leave something to be explained. Of course we shall be told of temporary trade conditions that necessitate this action. But, then, we were told last fall that it was not trade conditions, but McKinley, that madg prosperity, and that if we reelected him. we should all have good wages for at least four years more. The full dinner pail it would seem was for camPaign uses only.—Philadelphia Times.

NC RELIEF FROM TRUSTS.

€Combines and Monopolies Waxing - Fat Under the Proteciion of Republicans,

The republican national platform contained a plank asserting that “we condemn all conspiracies and combinations intended to restrict business, to create monopolies, to limit produetion, or to control prices; and favor such legislation as will effectively restrain and prevent all such abuses, protect and promote competition and secure the rights of producers, laborers, and all who are engaged in industry and commerce.” Upon the platform containing the plank the republican party was continued in full control of the government in all its departments. The plate glass trust, under the protection of the Dingley tariff, arbitrarily raised prices to a point far above the rates existing before it went into effect; to so high a point, it seems, that some dealers found it profitable to import certain grades of foreign glass, even with the heavy duty of the present tariff. The trust promptly took steps to stop this. An order was recently issued to all dealers 1n window glass that they must cease importing on their own account, or buying any imported glass unless from agents belonging to the trust. Any customer of the trust violating this order is to be boycotted, and the rebate of five per cent. paid to the customers of the trust on their purchases for a year is to be cut off. . Here would seem to be a clear case of combination to “restrict business,” “create monopolies” and “control prices,” calling for such “legislation as will effectively restrain and prevent all.such abuses.”” That is the way the Philadelphia members of the paints,’ oils, and window glass trade, regarded it, and when the federal industrial commission began its sittings in Philadelphia some days ago they went before it with their grievances and asked relief.

They told the commission among other things, that whereas a 12x60inch light formerly cost 75 cents, it now costs $1.88; the 24x60 size was $2.40 a light, and now it is $6; the 24x 84 size, which cost $4.55 about three Yyears ago, now costs $ll a light. These are the prices charged by the trust, and enforced by a complete boycott on any purchaser who buys outside of the trust. The paint men thought this a legitimate case for interference by legislation, and what they asked was that the tariff on foreign glass be so reduced ag, to make open competition on all grades possible. They claimed that duties under the Dingley tariff enabled the trust to fleece the domestic trade, and that the only way to correct the injustice is by modifying the tariff. The industrial commission was asked to recommend this action to congress. The chairman of the commission promptly dissipated any hopes of relief from that source. He told the* paint men they “cannot go into congress ?nd ask for a revision of this particular tariff without entailing grave danger of causing a general attack on the existing tariff, and of injuring the prevailing prosperity of the country.” The Philadelphia Public Ledger, republican as it is; feels compelled to comment that “if this be a sample of the character of the inquiry the industrial commission is pursuing, it might as well suspend its hearings, since it is plainly committed to the preservation of all the trust promoting and sustaining provisions of the existing tariff, no matter how glaring may be the abuses perpetrated under cover of its schedules.”— Cleveland Plain Dealer.

HANNA’S HAND FORCED.

Responsibility of the Iniquitious Ship Subsidy Bill Placed Where It Belongs.

While the personal feud between Senators Hanna and Pettigrew is a matter of little interest to the Americdin public, there are many Americans who will see considerable truth in Pettigrew’s assertion that Hanna's ship subsidy bill is nothing more than an attempt to pay the campaign debts of the republican party at the rate of $9,000,000 per year, this gigantic annual tribute being taken from the pockets of the American people. There are also those who will agree with Senator Pettigrew that if Hanna and the administration are determined to place this colossal tax upon the people for the benefit of certain syndicate interests, it will be well to have it done at an extra session of congress, in order that it may stand out conspicuously in its true light before the public. There is little doubt that the president is pledged to Hanna, and through that masterful boss to the monopolies which contributed so generously to the Tepublican campaign fund, to compel the passage of this measure. If necessary, Mr. MeKinley must call congress into extra session to fulfill his syndicate obligations. . . ‘The more obstinate the fight on the ship subsidy bill grows, the more plainly does the evil nature of that measure come into evidence. It is unquestionably the boldest and most shameless attempt to rob the people for the further enrichment of a few influential multimillionaires that has ever been made by an American administration and an American congress. It typifies to an alarming degree the completeness of the president’s surrender to the evil interests represented in American public life by Mark Hanna. It is not strange that a few republican senators find themselves unable to support such a bill. The wonder is, instead, that so many are subservient to administration influence as to threaten the pasage of the measure. If Mark Hanna and the president succeed in jamming the ghip subsidy bill through congress, they have little to fear in the future, in so far as a possible balking of the legislative department of the government is concerned. It will be the American people who have cause to dread the future in such a contingency. The passage of the ship subsidy bill will mean that the people are being betrayed to the syndicates through the presidént’s control of congress. And this is a significance which cannot be regarded by Americans save with the gravest apprehension.—St. Louis: Re-

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THE FIVE PAIRS OF TWINS,

Polly, Polly, Polly, tell the five pairs of twins i ‘ (The tiny scraps of small ones, The slim and toppling tall ones, < The cunningly devised ones, The four just middling-sized ohes) - We're going to have a candy-pull—to-night the fun begins— So Polly, Polly, Polly, tell the five pairs of twins. :

Polly, Polly, Polly, tell the five pairs of twins s They may make some candy dollies, Like the china one of Mollie’s, - - And some yellow candy kittens, And a pair of candy mittens, And a lot of tiny candy toads with walnut meat for skins, And a pile of candy fishes with the sweetest set of fins.

But Polly, Polly, Polly, if the five pairs of twins. : Go to swimming in molasses, Or to smearing grandma’s glasses, Or to setting fire to paper, Or—well, any kind of caper, , They’ll all be tied together till they’'re sorry for their sins, 8o Polly, Polly, Polly, warn the five pairs of twins. .

And Polly, Polly, Polly, when the five pairs of twins And the children of our neighbors Have finished all their labors, While without the sleet is pelting, And within the candy’s melting, You must scrub those sticky infants till they're neat as jeweled pins. Did you know your thumbs and fingers were the five pairs of twins? —Ethelwyn Wetherald, in Youth’'s Companion. )

THE KING OF DOGS.

Nero, a Yermont Mastiff, Is Considered the Largest Canine Now Living in the World.

In the town of Rutland, Vt., lives Nero, a huge German and English mastiff, who enjoys the distinction of being probably the largest dog in the world.

Nero is owned by Judge Wayne Bailey, of Rutland, who is very fond of his pet. From tip to tip Nero measures seven feet four inches, and he tips the scales at 285 pounds. ‘ He gtands nearly three feet in height, and he measures round his girth 52 inches. The circumference of his brass collar is 32 inches, and his foreleg measures 161 inches. Nero is very fond of the fair sex, and is a special favorite with ladies and children. L)

But when a strange man approaches his kennel, in Judge Bailey’s back yard, let him beware, for Nero is not partial to strangers. One day a peddler visited the judge’s house, and when Mrs. Bailey refused to buy of his wares, he threw himself in a fit of rage upon

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THE SPIDER DANCED.

When -the Clever Little Insect Couldn’t Eat It Engaged in Hav- . ing Fun All by Itself, .

An astonished but apparently satisfied spider was one upon which a gentleman recently made an experiment. The result of his investigations is told in Public Opinion: While watching some spiders one day it occurred to him to try what effect the sound of a tuning fork would have upon them. He had a strong suspicion that they would take it for the buzzing of a fly. Selecting' a large, fat spider that had long .been feasting on flies, he sounded the fork and touched a thread of the spider’s web. ; The owner was at one edge of his web and the thread selected was on the other side. Over his wonderful telephone wires the buzzing sound was conveyed to the watching spider, but from his position he could not tell along which particular line. The sound was traveling. _

- He ran to the center of the web in hot haste and felt all around until he touched the thread against the other end of which the fork. was sounding. Then, taking another thread along with him as a precautionary measure, he ran out to the fork and sprang upon it. At this point he found out his mistake. He retreated for a short distanee and stopped to survey this new buzzing creature which should have been a fly, but was strangeiy unlike any insect he had ever seen. At length, apparently convinced that the object at the outer edge of his web was more suitable for amusement than for an article of diet, he got on it again and danced with pleasure. It was evident that the sound of the fork was musie to him. 2

Foirce of Habit,

Wife—Just think of your having to be away from home three long weeks! I'm sure you’ll miss me, won’t you, dear? v ' Husband—Of course I will. I wish you would write me a curtain lecture avery day, so I'll be able to go to sleep nighte.—Chicago Daily News. -

ON CATARACT'’S BRINK.

Unique Way in Which a Canadian Lumberman Was Saved from Almost Certain Death. %

- The horrible experiences® of one who has been swept away by some merciless current and finds himself at -last at the brink of a cataract, may possibly be imagined; but there are few who survive to relate to us the particulars of such an ordeal Yet there is one instance where a man was saved at the very edge of the falls. "

There are few more imposing bits of scenery in Canada than where the Ottawa river pours thundering and

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