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AVE you acclimated yet?” inquired a genial tourist of another tourist of the same genus, as they awaited a train in the depot at Gloucester, Mass. A “Acclimated?” asked the G. T. A ¢ of the second part. “To what?” -‘ “To this codfish . smell, of S —nEoNSS N course,” answered G. T. No. 1. - : Even the air is fishy in Gloucester, but nobody complains, for it is the coast city's way of earning a livelihood. It is not the smell of fish in the process of decay or of salt fish, but it is the exhilarating ozone of the Atlantic, for the fish that you smell in Gloucester are freshly canght. Gloucester has really never known anything else, for since its beginning approaching three centuries ago, it has always had fishing for its chief industry, and to-day it is the greatest fishing center of the United States, and, according to the belief of many, of the world. Nething more picturesque can be imagined than fhis quaint New England town, where from the ocean the 30,000 inhabitants get the greater part of their sustenance. Gloucester is 31 miles from Boston, and it includes the villages of Annisquam, Bay View, East Gloucester, Freshwater Grove, Lanesville, Magnolia, Riverdale and West Gloucester. ‘ The magnificent harbor, large and affording safe water room for the largest ships of the world, has had the effect of encouraging traffic in other things ‘besides fish. Salt, coal and lumber are largely imported. There are interests in granite quarrying, drop forging, brass founding, the manufacture of fish glue, anchors, machinery, oil cloth, nets, twine, sails, cigars and shoes. Moreover, Gloucester also has shipbuilding plants worthy the name. But after all it is the fishing that interests the thousands of visitors, not only those who actually spend the summer in the vicinity, but the thousands who visit Gloucester while passing through Massachusetis in the course of the popular summer tour of the New England states. : It was pot until the beginning of the eighteenth century that Gloucester became especially prominent for its fisheries and its shipbuilding industries, bat by the time of the outbreak of the revolution

—}BOY began his composition A on “The Horse” thus: “The horse is the most useful animal in the world; so is the E cow.” The boy is the most interesting subject to write about; so is the girl. As a. member of the genus man he has his defects; as a specimen of the species boy, he has the merits of his defects. - 'He may be white or black or red or yellow or brown, but be is seldom green and not often blue. He travels light. Life’s task has no terror to him. He does not know where he is going to fetch up, and does not always care where he fetches up, and sometimes does not care whetber he fetches up at all. His task is to take the fairest vision that can be made to unroll itself before the imagination, transfer it to the interiot of his soul and reduce it to character. “At ten, he is outlining a program for middle life and at 16 deciding what he 4s to be at 60, All the world looks on and some peo-

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The One Quality. Jack—l hear you are engaged to that homely Miss Gotrox. Tom—Yes; she has half a million in her own right. i ; . Jack—But money doesn’'t always lead to happiness, old man. ~ Tom—True; but it ought to help you I the search.—Half Holiday. ,

deadly execution on the commerce of the enemy were sent out from Gloucester, and many of the grizzled old salts, who attain a most venerable age in this healthy climate, can tell from tales told them by parents or grandparents of rich prizes taken by the Gloucester fishermen turned fighters. ! The great storms that sweep the New England coast have ever found a favorite vortex in the vicinity of Gloucester, and many shipwrecks have taken lives near by. The large sunken rock called “Norman’s Woe,” which is well known to every visitor, was made famous by Longfellow with his poem, “The Wreck of the Hesperus.” Gloucester has been an incorporated city since 1873, but in many respects it is hard to think of it as anything but a fishing resort, a little village by the ocean side. ; For one thing the flavor of olden times clings to it. Among the some 6,000 men who do nothing but fish there are many who have bassed the 70-year-old mark, and some who have numbered as many as 80 years, yet they are still able to - bear their share of the work in going after the cod and mackerel. This fishing is both arduous and dangerous. : It is done from sloops and schooners, which go out to the fishing grounds daily. On each schooner is a nest, so to speak, of dories, a series of small boats, differing in size so that one can be comfortably stowed in another, and therefore not take up much room. When the fishing-ground has been found the sailors spread around in the dories to get their catch. : Often .in the fog some of the small boats get in the path of the swift-moving ocean liners, for the favorite fishing banks are directly on a line with a much-traveled route. Often not many details are obtainable of the tragedy which ensues. Only \a few lines in the newspapers tell of a small boat -or a number of small boats with their crews lost at sea. A hundred thrilling tales of narrow escapes can be picked up' in the course of a day spent with these hardy men of the sea, but the experiences never seem to daunt them. They ~are ever ready for the day’s trip and its hopes for reward of a boatload of the shining, squirming, panting fish.

THE MERITS OF-HIS DEFECTS

BY J. S; KIRTLEY,DD. Author of “The Young Man and Himself,” etc.

ple hold their breath, notably parents, aunts and teachers. Fate and fortune fight for his attention, while he—goes swimming or skating. There may be possibilities in him as vast as life and as delicately uncertain as the zephyrs, but he keeps on swimming and skating and playing and hunting and fish. ing. He may be making decisions that send vibrations to the farthest short line 'of his oceanic future, but he ever hears the imperative call of the field and the forest and the stream. His motto seems to be: : “Gather ye the rosebuds while ye may; Old time is still a flying; And this same flower that blooms to-day, To-morrow may be dying.” " The meaning of this apparent blending of stupidity and conceit and several other things is that he has an in-

> Mirth. Mr. Jigger—l went to see a performance of “Romeo and Juliet” last night, and I don’t believe I have a tear left in my system to-day. Thingumbob — Indeed? Does a tragedy usually make you ery? Mr. Jigger—No; but this one did. My sides are sore, too—Half Holiday.

the town had earned a vital place in the life of the colonies, and many of the ships that went out to do battle with the fighting craft of England were built and fitted out in Gloucester, a large part of the money that made them coming from patriotic contributions on the part of the owners of the big fish industry. The town had to bear the brunf of an attack by the British during the revolution, but the ships of the enemy were repulsed by the hardy seamen. During the war of 1812 a number of privateersmen that wrought

side sensitiveness to things that are really preparing him for his future and that he is actually making some of his momentous decisions, as a sort of side issue—"‘while you wait” and hold your breath. He can do two or three things at once—can play, eat and make a noise; at the same time, decide affairs of destiny. His defects do not set up an agitation in his gray matter. He knows them not. ;o The burdens of the future are not swaying down his back. Edwin Markham rose on the nation with that dark poem on “The Man with the Hoe,” in which he represents the laboring man as reduced to the level of the ox, and some one has written a travesty on that poem entitled, “The Boy with the Spade.” o )

! An Artist. “Who is that man admiring that painting?” é “An artln"l ’ “Is that his picture?” ‘“Well, he had something to do with it. He cut the hair of the fellow whose picture was painted.—Yonkers

All the labor of handling the fish has been systematized, as it had to be in a business where the bulk is so great. There is no wasted effort carrying the fish into town, nor is the dirty work permitted’ to mar ﬁhe beauty of the city proper. Everything is dode right at the wharves, where there is ever at hand a limitless supply of water to do the vitally important final labor of cleansing. When a two-masted schooner, laden to the gunwales with its icargo of fish, comes into the wharves the fish are carried to great tubs. Over these stand a company of experts, men who have cleaned hundreds of thousands of fish, and who can make the quick cuts, and do the scraping with incredible speed. Running to each tub is a hose, and after the waste has been removed, an instant under the high pressure of water from ‘the hose cleans out the fish completely and makes it sweet and ready for the next step in the operation. Codfish is dried and salted ‘before being sent to the market, and the work is also done on the wharves. Here are ranged hundreds of tables, exposed to the bright sunlight. The cleansed fish are piled up in such a manner that the warm rays get a most adm-isgmle chance at them. This summer has been hot that the fishermen have had great difficulty in drying out the cod. Instead of taking the water out in the gradual normal manner, the sun has been so fierce that it baked the fish, and in this manner many of them were cooked so hard on the outside as to be virtually worthless for the market. But this is a rare occurrence, for under ordinary conditions the climate of New England is ideal, and the sun does the work of drying in a manner far more satisfactory than could any agency of man’s produqtion. 3 From the open-air drying tables the’ fish are shifted to the boxing and packing establishments, which are also located along the water front, and then they are made ready to be shipped to all parts of the world. , . Gloucester regards its fishing industry with the same traditional pride that a native of Brussels might regard the lace industry. From generation to generation ‘the families of noted fishermen stick to the business, and nothing is a more familiar boast to some grizzled old follower of the sea than to be able to say that his son and grandson are both fishermen, and that there is a strong probability that a greatgrandson just beginning to master the fing points of the business will be better than any of them. The cod, of course, is the most admired of all the fish that fall to the lot of these deep-sea Izaak Waltons, though the mackerel is also regarded with great respect. : The deep-sea fishermen look down upon the clam diggers, but the latter can afford to ignore this contempt, for there is plenty of money to be made in the sale of the bivalves. They are to be found in plenty on the sandy shores of the neighborhood, and at all hours of the.day, but especially at low tide, the clam hunters, turning up the beach with their rakes, can be seen at work. Clam shucking is an expert feature of the work, and many of the old hands make phenomenal records in dissociating the luscious clam from its protecting shell. [t

No weight of age bears him down, That barefoot boy with fingers brown; There’s nothing empty in his face, No burden of the human race: Is on his back; nor is he dead, To joy or sorrow, hope or dread; For he can grieve and he can: hape, Can shrink with all his soul from—soap. No brother to the jox is he— : He’s second cousin to the bee. He loosens and lets down his daw And brings it up, his gum to ‘‘chaw.” There's naught but sweat upon his brow, 'Tis slanted somewhat forward now; His eyes are bright with eager light; He's working with an appetite. ‘ Ah, no! That boy is not afraid To wield with all his might the spade! Nor has he any spite at fate— S He’s digging angleworms for bait. No precautions disturb his plans any more than his toilet. His very impris. onment in his own impromptu program is a providential form of protection. The future has no chance to negotiate to him large loans of trouble —not yet. Uncrushed by the tragedy, ‘untroubled by the riddle and unterrified by the greatness of life, he approaches it blandy and blindly, more ready because of those facts. (Copyright, by Joseph B. Bowles.)

Chorus of the Campers. Camp, camp, camp, the boys are camp-. ing! : Camping where the poison trailers climb; And they’ll all come back to town, Insect peppered, blistered brown— But there’s naught like camping in the ;, good old summer time. | 2 : «Chicago Dally News.

' FROM “SERVING.” Souls make their own surroundings, moving on o Through lights and shadows by their presence cast; % And paths, with these all gone, seem changed anon, % When seen by those who trod them in the past. ) —George Lansing Raymond.

THE MAN UNDER == THE TREE - - B By DON—I\:III.{; LEMON

(Copyright, by Shortstory Pub. Co.)

It would be a grim, unpleasant piece of work, to be sure; but what else could they do? The most valuable horses of the settlement had been stolen, one after another, with consummate daring and cunning, and, now that they had the guilty party in their power, were they to let him go because to hang him would be an unpleasant dugy? “Boys, all of you that have a horse you wouldn’'t like to lose, just step over here.” - B Nine of the ten came from under the tree and gathered beside their leader in the open. The tenth man—the man who remained in the shadow of the tree—was bound hand and foot and couldn’t “very well change his position. Besides, he was the “horse thief.” “Well, boys,” demanded the leader, “are we a quorum?” “Sure!” “Then he hangs?”’ The nine men nodded their heads. “Good!” : : “Hold on, gentlemen!” cried the Man under the Tree. “I wish again to assert that I bought this horse which you accuse me of stealing, and paid $3OO for her.” There was a loud guffaw. : “You don’t believe me, gentlemen?” The Man under the Tree seemed hurt. i “Believe you!” said the leader. “Why, stranger, that’'s old Wilkins’ Bess and he’d have parted with Ms grandmother first.” : ’ “But, gentlemen,” expostulated the Man under the Tree, “wouldn’t it be wise to look up Wilkins first and ask him?” : : The leader smiling, said: “S\tra.nge'r, were you ever hanged?” The Man under the Tree made a deprecatory movement. “Only twice,” he said. ; “Well, you're a cool un!” exclaimed the leader, when he again- got his breath. The members of the quorum then gathered in a body around the Man under the Tree. One of them took a lariat from his arm and another adjusted it about :the prisoner’s neck. This last man was the leader himself, and he could tie a knot that isn’t down among sailor knots nor in popular religious works. It was a hangman’s knot and it had never been known to fail when given a fair trial.

Then the loose end of the lariat was thrown over ‘4 strong limb of the tree. ‘ ; v “Gently, boys!” cautioned the leader. “Gently! He comes of good family and perhaps if he hadn’t been a hoss thief he had been a honor to the community. Gently!” The body of the prisoner was drawn up, the loose 'end of the lariat securely fixed, and the quorum stood off and viewed its work. The hanged man swung about six feet off the ground, his face twisting towards the tree, so that the men beneath could not well see its expression. However, they did not wish to. “Too bad,” murmured the leader, “that his education was neglected. But it’s too late now, boys, for moral suasion!” i :

The others silently nodded their heads in confirmation of this quorum, and mounting their horses rode hastily away with the bay of Wilkins in the lead. Arriving at the settlement, about half a mile distant, the stern body gathered under the roof of the Red Dog and began a game:' of faro. “Won’t old Wilkins be glad when he sets eyes on that bay of his again? The meetin’ ’ll be just like a father findin’ a long lost daughter.” But the whisky being strong and the playing high, the men soon ' forgot about Wilkins, the Man under the Tree and the bay horse, and not until Wilkins himself came walking into the Red Dog did the incidents of the earlier foreneoon again recur to them. s “Hello, Wilkins!” cried the speaker of the late quorum. ‘“How’s Bess?” “Bess? Oh, she’s outside, buyin’ canned goods.” “Buyin’ canned goods, is she?” questioned the cowman. ,“Whin did ye learn her the thrick?” Wilkins looked about and seeing a grin on every face realized the confusion of terms. “Oh, you mean the bay; not my wife?” z . us“re!n 3 “Well,” rejoined Wilkins, hitching uneasily, “I mught as well let the cat out o’ the bag before it’'s got kittens. I sold Bess this mornin’ to—" The sentence was never finished, or its end fairly drowned in a chorus of “Hell!” . “Can’t a man sell his own horse?” demanded Wilkins. A glass of raw spirits whizzed over his head and crashed against the opposite wall. ; b “Why, you lop-eared coyote, sin't ye got no more judgmint than to well a horse widout first tellin’ ivery man wid a rope fur twinty miles aroun’! Ain't—ugh!” broke off the speaker, reaching for another glass to throw at Wilkins. “You clam wid the lockjaw, you fish widout the light av inSOIENNNGOE" b “What's the matter?” demanded Wilkins, keeping & sharp eye on the the man ye sol' Bess to, fur a hoss

thief! Quick, boys, let’s cut him down and give him respictful burial 'fore. he’s had the time to be insulted!” There was a wild break for the door and Wilkins went down and was walked all over; but, mad as a hornet, he was not the last to reach the locality of the hanging. : “You're a pack of fools!” he shouted to his companions. “And the next mother’s son of you I cateh with a shirt on, I'll hang for stealin’ the shirt!” : The Irishman almost wept. “Boys, ’twas. an error av judgmint and not av heart. Cut him down and tell him sO.” : The face of the Man under the Tree had swung around to the west, and, as the little body of remorseful settlers drew near, a peaceful smile gathered upon the hanged man’s lips and suddenly his eyes opened wide and looked down at those beneath. “Holy saints in hivin!” cried the Irishman, kneeling in his -saddle. “Look at him!” One of the eyelids of the Man under the Tree trembled and for a moment closed over the eyeball. The spectators could scarcely believe their own eyes. The Man under the Tree was winking. “Cut .him down!” thundered Wil kins. “Cut him down yoursilf,” groaned the Irishman. “The divil I'll touch it. It’s a ghost!” At these words a shudder went amongst the men and each seemed without the power of motion. Wilkins braced himself in his seat, took steady, deliberate aim at the lariat just above the head of the hanged man, and fired. The hair thong parted as clean as from a knife cut, and the Man under the Tree landed in the soft earth, upright and rigid on his feet, instead of falling prone, as a decent corpse would have done. It was with the greatest doubt and trepidation ~that the others watched Wilkins as he freed the Man under the

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Tree of the noose about his neck and severed his bonds; but, instead of falling down, a corpse, or vanishing like a ghost, he gratefully stretched his limbs, cleared his throat, licked his congested lips, and, singling out.the Irishman, addressed him pléasantly, if somewhat hoarsely: s “Good afternoon, sir.” At these words the superstitious Hibernian collapsed, looking for all the world, with his great, lank .arms-and legs, like some queer kind of game, all tentacles, thrown across his horse’s saddle. - Wilkins, not having seen the man hanged, was less affected than the others, and he was the first to find speech. : “We owe you an apology, sir,” he began, rather lamely. The Man under the Tree held up his hands deprecatingly. “No apology, no apology, sir; no occasion to apologize. I like a pleasant joke now and then as well as any man.” . At these reassuring words all the remainder of the company, saving the Irishman, found speech, and many were their ejaculations of wonder and delight as théy dismounted and crowded around the Man under the Tree.

“Why, you or'nary cuss,” cried the former speaker of the quorum, “you’ll hold whisky yet!” “Whisky,” said the Man under the Tree, meditatively. “Whisky! It seems to me I have heard that word before. Ah!” He took one of the several flasks hastily proffered him, and holding it high over his head, cried: “Gentlemen, a toast! Here's to the man who likes whisky when it's good and men when they're a little bad—Myself!” This toast was drunk with the highest approval, and the Man under the Tree proposed a second. “Here's to the man you can’t hang, for his windpipe is silver, and the rope only tickles him and makes him laugh—Myself!” | ’ There was a crash of broken glass, and the Man under the Trece drank the toast alone, for those about him had let drop their flasks in sheer sur

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charge of range matters. A chief of products will handle the preservative treatment of timber and strength tests and s%uiy market conditions. A chief of lands will look after such matters as land examinations. The office of lands deals with questions involving the validity of claims asserted under the public land laws; applications for special use of the resources of the national forests; changes in boundaries of forests, and the examination of lands applied for under the act of June 11, 1906, for agricultural settlement. : The forest service, however, never passes on the titles themselves. That is entirely' a matter for the general land office to decide. In the case of applications for homesteads under the act of June 11, 1906, the forest service is called upon to decide whether the land is in fact more valuable for agriculture than for timber, and if it is, to recommend its listing as open to entry and patent. In the case of claims the service ascertains whether any facts exist which seem to show that the claim is not a legal one, in order that

A 3-YEAR-OLD WITH ALIASES

He Was Keeping a Druggist Bﬁsy and Had the Police Worried. «Hello! No. 4 police station?” . Sergt. Cassius Larrabee of the Wal'nut street station, who had Jjust grabbed the receiver to keep the telephone from ringing itself off the desk, admitted in a gruff police voice that it was No. 4, says the Kansas City Times. ey & l «“Well, this.is the drug store at Twen-ty-first and Troost. We've got a kid {n here that's lost. He won't tell us his name—gives aliases, I think, and ‘he's about three years old. He _rambled in here about an hour ago and I've been keeping him, hoping his mammy’d come. He stood on the May magazines, beatin’ on the window and | watchin’ the cars quite a while. But 'M got stale, and now he’s tearing around here obliterating things. ' He ‘wears a white tam-o’shanter and a I;blue coat. T asked him his name four

national forest land may not be imlawfully taken up. But it rests always with the land office of the interior department ‘to decide whether the title should or should not be granted. The ‘branch of lands in the district forest service organization does not mean any new assumption of land bysiness. There will also be in each district a chief of silviculture, who will have charge of timber sales, planting and silvical éxperiments, and a chief of operation. The latter ‘will supervise the personnel of the forests; the permanent improvement work, through am engineer in charge; the accounts of the district, including receipts, disbursements and - bookkeeping, which will. be directly supervised by an expert accountant; and the routine busk ness of the district. : In each of the lines of work the management will be in the hands of & man who is a specialist and who has 'had thorough experience both in the west and in Washington. The fori esters and clerks at each district headquarters will number about 590. The establishment of these field districts will bring the service into more immediate touch with the public. It is merely the completion of the movement, started some time ago, to have the forests administered as far as pos-

‘sible by men actually on the ground. - The change will not affect the investigative work of the service, which will center, as- hitherto, in Washington. Mr. Pinchot is expected soon_te name the men who will fill the various positions. - - = o Rift in the Clouds. _ -~ . ““Man was made to mourn,”” quoted the fair maid. “Originally, yes,” rejoined the masculine end of the sketch, “but later the good Lord made woman for himto laugh at.”—Chicago Daily News. - : Why. Friend—You nearly won the race. Runner—Yes—nearly. - 3 Friend—Why did you give in? - Runner—l gave out.—Cleveland Leader. . = : | Work. : She—Why, her husband hasn’t done a bit of work since she married him! He—lndeed! Who buttons up her: dresses in the back?—Yonkers Statesman. : !

Neeno and John. I believe those’ names are false—some of them. “Ding-a-ling-br-r-r-r-rrrh!” came from the other telephone. The sergeant said yes, that was No. 4, and a woman’s voice said: - “] want you to send officers out to Jook for Leo right away. He's lost—- \ may be killed. He’s so inquisitive and ‘his mother, Mrs. Miller, is sick in bed ‘here at 2316 Charlotte. Tell all the { policemen right now. Leo ba: a white ‘cap and a blue coat and a pair—" . - “Pardon me, madam,” interrupted Sergt. ‘Larrabee, kindly. “Just step over to the drug store at Twenty-first ‘and Troost, and you'll find Leo—and, for the druggist’s sake, hurry.” “Oh, thank you; thank you seo maeh® ' -D’Aubist—Do you think my battie to, all the poignant horrors of war?. .