Pike County Democrat, Volume 28, Number 40, Petersburg, Pike County, 11 February 1898 — Page 3

O MANY little gods there be Who help to keep this old earth bright! Thanksgiving cheer, and Christmas glee. And New Year'* pleasure and delight. Has each its special deity Who sees that things are managed right.

/And now ccmes good 9t. Valentin*. The merriest sod. If not the beet. •He helps the timid swains who pine To put their courage to the test, , And soothes with love’s delicious wine The doubts in many a maiden’s breast. Ho plea of worldly maid or beau St. Valentine’s true heart can move; :For he and Cupid long ago. Before they left the courts above, ‘Went into partnership, you know. To try and keep mankind in love. And Cupid travels far and near To get his patrons well in trim. Then sends his partner once a year To finish up the work for him. .AU hail the saint both kind and dear. And may his luster ne’er grow dim! —Ella Wheeler Wilcox, in N. Y. Sun.

‘AY, stranger, 1 could tell ye er pooty good story ’bout tbet haouse up ther’." 1 was taking a trip through the country on my bicycle. I bad just passed through the pretty village of D-, and here on the outskirts.! found a great, beautiful house, with a wide driveway leading between big stone posts and up to the jvllared portico. It was such a beautiful place, . up there in the sunlight, that 1 wanted to look, longer at it, so 1 dismounted, and, leaning on the stone wall. 1 was admiring its fine proportion* when 1 heard the rattle of a farm wagon and in a moment thexattle stepped just behind me. and then a voibe which announced a atory in connection with the mansion. A good-natured looking old gentleman was sitting in a long farm wagon, such as is used to bring the potatoes from the field or the apples from the orchard. The horse was a dappled gFay, so fat he could hardly move, and certainly if I had been in any hurry I should have kept to my wheel, but then time with me was of no consequence, . and I did like stories, and there would be an unusual charm about this, for the -.old mau had the peculiar pronuncU’icn .and queer nasal twang of that part of the country.. So I leaded the wheel in behind and climbed in myself with the •driver. “(loin* fur, be ye?” "Well, friend. I don’t just know how far. I'm out for fun. takiug my vacation on my wheel, partly because 1 want to be out of doors and partly be--eause I haven’t the money to lay out in car fare.” & “Sho. neow. Wal. ye ken ride weth me fur’s I go. an* thet’ll save yer wheel some.” "I'm sure you are very kind to help—” and right there I had such a spell of coughing that the sentence never was finished. It seemed so funny that he never thought of the wear and tear on his equipage, but in his generous heart only suu: ht to saveft me and my whe«?l. “Consumptive, be ye?” and he looked it m? anxiously. 1 hastened to say that it was the dust or the neat that made me cough so. “Wal. I’m 'tarnal glad terhear't. I’ve bear’d said consumption, the kind the’ hey neow. wuz ketchin'. I bet 1 wouldn’t hev lived out half my days ef I hedn't er ben keerfwi ter steer clear er them diseasew’t I-knew wuz ketchin’. I ain’t but 80. but 1 bet ef scarlet fev’r er diptheree should git holt er me I’d never’d git over’!. Youth don’t count fer nothin’ weth tnem things.” 1 looked at him to see if he was joking. but not a smile on his face as he spoke cf his youth and the uncertainty of his recovery from either of those diseases. Did he really think himself a young nr.an? I could not tell. “Haven’t you had any of the diseases

* Ctimrapo TO CQUQTVQ . “Wal, I should say’t I hed. When*. Jane’s baby bed ther chick pox I went iown’t Mollie’s ter lire in the village, an’ I’ll be pixened ef them blamed pox . didn’t ketch me ther*. 1 tell ye the blisters win suthin* ter see. an’ I ain’t never got over’t yit an’ I never shell. It ketches me somewhere# every little while. Jane says it’s rhumatix. but 1 '’low young folks don’t her rhumatix; -my granther wux over er bund ed an’ .he never bed it an’ I say it’s the re«mains er them pox.** I thought- it time to bring his mind to the story he was to tell, so I casual'y asked if he was personally acquainted with the inmates of the great tbouse. **Wal, I should say’t I wux. I went ter skeoot wetb the old man. but I ain’t -seen ’im fer years. He sbet himself up an* don’t go nowber*. I bet be ain’t . nigh aer smart’s I be. an’ be ain’t aer old ‘by two year; no air. be ain’t.** “His name waa—** “Hint, Jo Flint, an* *twaa er good

name, too. I do* *no none better a reound these parts. He run *er the Idee that everybody wuz tryin* ter git tber best of *im an' he wouldn’t her no dealin*s with nobody, an* his haouskeeper she dooz the business for ’em.** “He must have a good deal of money to run such a large place.** “I bet he’s got more prop*ty *n you can shake ei* stick at, an* ther story wuz ’bout the prop*ty, that is in er sartain way.” “I would rather get the story from you, because, of course, you, having lived here all the years, know all about it, and can give me the little points of interest that younger folks might be likely to forget.” “Wal, I guess yer right, stranger. Wal, Jo Flint he had er nephy, er smart young man as you’d most ever see, an’ of course Jo he’d likely giv’ him all the money, an’ he wuz pop’lar now I tell ye. Of course I believe, in love an* all thet, but ’tain’t er bad idee ter set yer ’fections in er plape where’s the’s er little money. It corn’s pooty handy, I tel! ye. an’ so all the gels wuz er lookin' fer Harold Flint ter make up to ’em. But he warn’t er doin’ no sech er thing, an’ he went off daown ter Cassawaddy, daown ter the south eend ther state, an* got ’ngaged ter er gel ’thout any cash, an’ he com’ an* told his l*ncle Jo, oa‘ Jo he told him ef be wuz er goin’ ter merry thet way he needn’t never bring his wife ter see him. an’ they hed an awful spat an’ it eended weth Jo er tellin’ him he needn’t com’ himself, an’ Harry he jest went off an’ merried the gel an* went daown ter live in thet part er the kentry, an’ ther’ain’t never been up here sance. Leastways be didn’t never com*. “Ye see thet great piece er medder land an’ thet low haouse out ther’? Wal, thet’s wher* Jo Flint lived, an’ ’tain’t better’n four year sence he moved onter the hill place. Th’ old man like’t ter died, an’ the doctor be told him thet low land wuz rhumaticky an’ he’d better mozy out, an’ old Maj. Poore he wuz livin’ on ther hill and Providence killed him 5e&t in time ter let Flint hev his place. Jo Flint he made«?r bargin ont, an’ what dew ye think, I bet the’ ain’t

thet boy, an* she’d bear’d his uncle had gone ter live on the poor farm an* she ’lowed Harry’d like ter her her take care of him an* she wuz able ter dew it, an* ter-roorrer wuz Valentine’s day an* she thought they’d eel’brate. Wal, I jest couldn’t say er word- Her* she’d com’ ter tak’ keer er the old man an* he wuth his thousands. Ye see she’d made er mistake. The place wuz the old Poore place, the Maj. Poore place; yas, j sir, an’ she’d gut it *twas ther poor farm, the taown farm. Wal, she kep* er talkin’ on ’bout the nice room they’d got fixed fer him and we drove in, an* she said she thought ’twould be pooty in summer, but ’twarn’t like livin’ weth yer own folks an’ Uncle Flint hadn’t nobody ter tak* keer an’— Wal, I carn’t tell ye nothin* how I felt, seems’s ef I bed whol* streaks er shiv’rs daown my back er thinkin’ haow she’d feel when she faound aout. “Wal. I gut her ter hold ther boss, an’ I went ’raound ter ther side door, an’ I gut hole er Mis’ Bean an’ I jes laid out all erbout it, and she cried. Women alwuz cry, whether it’s good news or bad. They’d cry over er weddin* jes* ’s quick ez er fun’al. Wal, Mis’ Bean she said she’d fix it up, an’ so she gut ’em in and they went ter bed pooty soon, coz ther old man wara't wal an’ he couldn’t see ’em, so Mis’ Bean said, but I s’pose she warnted ter git er bolt on him fust, an’ she told me sence that ye never see nobody wuss broke up *n he wuz wheni he knew’t she had com* ter tak’ him and tak’ keer of him fer Harry’s sake, an* the boy’s name’s Harold, an* he’s smarter *n his pa ever thought er bein’, an’ I ’xpect old Jo Flint hadn’t never hed no sich er val’ntine’s they’d giv* him an* he won’t never ergin hev j ser s’prisin er one I calk’late. I tell ye er lovin’er creter ’p thet boy ye never see, er buying sugar hearts fur the old man, an’ ef his mar’s heart ain’t made er love she’d neve* er com’ daown here ter j git the old man out’n ther poor haouse; no. sir, not by er long chalk!” He stopped to think, and waited so I long that I asked if Harold’s wife went back? “Oh. yas. Wal. she wanted tew jes* l *a quick’s she faound aout’t he'd gut

• SHE TALKED ER SPELL WETH THER DEEPO MASTER. **

*nother man in this taown ’twould er done it. lie moved in ther night; vat, sir, in ther Bight. One day he wuz ther* an’ the next he wann’t. lie went in the fall, an’ everybody gabbed ’bout it. but the doctor he sot it right by tellin’ ’t he’d g*>t ter move er die. but I reekon’t majority ov ’pinion wuz’t he’d better died. Strange how little use some folks ken be; yas, sir, ain’t it naow?” I assumed him it was. and he looked so astonished that I judged he was used to talking and receiving no answer, even though he did ask a question and seemingly expected an answer. I mentally agreed to keep still. “Wal, long in Feb’uary I wuz daown. Ye see I ain’t nothin’ to do an’ Jane she thinks its good fer me to be aout considerable. an’ 1 guess *tis. an’ I gut ther old sleigh weth er back an’ cr place for cornTters. an* ye don’t hev ter keep er tuckin’ in an’ er tuckin’ in, an’ then—• I ken drive ther colt, but Jane she says w hat’d old Dobbin think teT see ye drivin’ off ther colt an’ leavin’ him behind. an’ I declar’ Dobbin is the humanist critter I ever see. But, as I wuz savin’, I sot ther by ther deepo. Ef I'm daown 1 most gen’ly pit ter ther deepo; it sorter advertizes er place toseeer lot er kerriges er waitin’ ’raoand. I warn’t er takin’ no partic’lar notice, but I bet the ain’t er pootier woman *n this state *n pot offen them cars. She hed her boy with her. an’ I knowed *twas hem cbz it favored her noff to be hem. She hed er box ’n er bag, an’ she talked er spell weth ther deepo master, an* then he came weth her aout to my team an’ said she woz er poin* ter the Poore place, an’ he thought I’d take her seein’s I was poin’ ripht by ther’. “Naow who’d ye s’pose that woman wuz?” He waited a moment, and I opened my eyes to look as surprised as possible when he said: “Harold Flint’s wife, an’ bis boy. tew. an’ she’d gut er big frosted cake in thet box. an’ she took ofTn ther cov’r an’it hed er big red sugar heart in ther middle an’er little heart in all them corners, an’ thet boy bought ’em weth his own pennies an* stuck ’em on himself fer Uncle Flint, and she thought he’d like it coz probly he didn’t hev no cake much wher’ he woz livin’, and then she ’nonneed she’d com* ter take him home wreth her! Wal, sir, it struck me all of er heap. I wuz •er sick to my stomick I couldn’t breathe; them pox I s’posc. Harold wuz dead, and she’d been er doin’ dres*makin* an* takin* keer of herself an*

lots er money an warn t m the poor liaouse, but the old man wouldn’t hear to *t, an’ she sent for her things an* ther’ they be naow, an’ Mis’ Bean she says ther old man’s heart's jest all wound up in thet boy. Folks said when he sent Harold off his heart wuz jest like his name, Flint, but I guess they’ve hed ’easion ter think oth’wise senee.”— N. A. M. Roe, in Good Housekeeping.

WOULD DE OF SOME USE, T>r #

He—I wish you would let me be your valentine. She—«I wish you were my valentine. He—Darling! She—Because I could then send you off to some one.—Philadelphia Press. A Valentine from Her. See yonder lad a-footiag free. How Jocundly he hies! : The morning’s tingling ecstacy Is dancing in his eyes. A flowery way becomes his path. I The skies a golden blur. The earth a paradise—he hath A valentine from her! A sudden song escapes his Ups. A Joy-reverb'rant thing; | Through lore’s divine companionship He feels himself a king. He dreams«of no sad aftermath. This buoyant worshiper. And all. forsooth, because be hath |. A valentine from her! —Clinton Scollard. in Washington Home i Magaslne. A Mistaken Yoath. He labored o’er it. line by lias. It was for her. this valentine. His prudent rival hired one writ And he it was who made a hit. —Washington Star.

M'KINLEY ON THE DINGLEY LAW falM Claim* of the Protection Preeidea*. President McKinley’s address at tie oanquet in New York of the National Association of Manufacturers was even more beggarly in tone and inconsistent in declaration than was Secretary Gage’s speech at Philadelphia; earlier in the week. The secretary of the treasury insulted the intelligence of the American people by an attempt to reconcile to bimetallism his currency reform scheme, the title of which 4s “to commit the country more thoroughly to the gold standard and remove, as far as possible, doubts and fears on that point.” By following a similar line of argument in his New York speech President McKinley has added to the Gage insult. The president, with the unctuous manner often assumed by advocates of a weak cause, tried to make black appear white. He congratulated the manufacturers upon the prospect of extending, “not their notes, but their business.” When first he addressed them, he said, they were trying to regain what they had lost the previous year. He intended this to mean that they had suffered actual loss of trade territory by the operations of the Wilson tariff law and had not only already regained all that was thus lost, but had really extended that territory by the operations of the Dingier law. There is such a wide divergence in the president’s professed view of this effect of the law and of the expressed opinioo made by its author on the floor of the house at Washington a ferw days ago as to leave no common ground for these two great apostles of protection to stand upon. Mr. Dingier confessed that protection could never be effective as long as there were no uniform restrictions upon thfe hours of labor in this country. In other words, protection narrows the market to the home consumer, and the only way in which production can bejmade profitable under such a system is to restrict it, by act of legislation, within the defined limits of consumption. President McKinley told the National Association of Ma-nufacturers that they “ore now to go out and possess what you have, never had before”—meaning

Tnereoy mat tne uingiey iaw was opening new, broader and more profitable markets for them. • The Dingier plea for a constitutional amendment to restrict and equalize hours of labor, in order to limit production as the only means by which protection will ever be effective, exposes the fallacy of the president's theory. The strike of New England cotton spinners because of a heavy reduction in their wages caused by overproduction is a flat denial, in the most positive and practical manner, of the president’s claim that the Dingier law has widened the market for American manufacturers. However, most of the men who listened to the president’s speech were aware that his claims were false, for they are njen whose judgment ultimately is influenced only by the most practical test—results. With possibly a very few exceptions, not a manufacturer who heard the president’s lame defense of Dingleyism has experienced any benefit, from that policy except as It fosters trusts and limits production. —St. Louis Republic. N CURRENT COMMENT. -The question of how much Sanaa's election cost has been settled. All those connected with it say nothing.— Chicago Dispatch. -Some of Mr. Hanna’s money has been found. It should be returned to him, care of Mr. McKinley at the white house.—Atlanta Constitution. -In moving into the white house, Mr. Hanna has kindly consented to let the previous tenant remain as a roomer for the present.—Albany Argus. -Maine’s ice crop is extraordinarily large this year. Nelson Dingley complacently rubs his hands and says: “Look at that, now!”—Kansas City Times. -The more excuses Hanna’s friends make for refusing to testify about the Hanna purchase, the more deeply the real reason for their silence is stamped into the public mind.—N. V. World. -The gold reserve, dearly beloved fellow-citizens, now exceeds the sum of $160,000,000. So of course, you are prosperous, and everything is all right. What! You are not prosperous? Well, I’ierpont Morgan is prosperous, anyhow; so cheer up. He fixed up the gold reserve, you know.—N. Y. Journal. -The attorney general of the United States, who has always been the friend of trusts, has bben promoted to the supreme bench, and another attorney general appointed who exactly fills his place. The trusts arc losing no ground under this administration.— Columbus (O.) Dress.

-il must ue a great uuuuaauon to protectionists to observe that the most prosperous industry is the one to which least protection was afforded, while to the cotton industry, under the “most scientific schedule ever designed," wages are tumbling and mills are closing.—Utica Observer. -The most intimate political ifriends of Mr. Hanna did not seem to be proud of his election. They do not want to publish the means by which it was attained. They seem to be desirous of allowing the matter to fade away. They have the bird and want to atop the discharge of firearms.— Cincinnati Enquirer. -“American labor,” exclaims Senator Chand!er,“now has a protective tariff.” And much good it is doing American labor, isn’t it. Senator Chandler? The wholesale reductions of the wages of New England cotton operatives immediately following an increase of 8*£ per cent! in the “protection” accorded to the cotton industry tell the story. There are affected by the cut in wages 125,000 operatives, whose wages average only six dollars a week.—Pittsburgh Post. 1 -

M’KINLEY STRADDLES. T»® Prealdeat** Attltvde w U« Money Question. No sooner has President McKinley delivered himself of most emphatic utterances on the financial question in$ his New York after-dinner speech than all the newspaper editors in the country fall to quarreling with each other over what the speech meant. There is no other man in the United States who can say so much that sounds convincing while he is saying it and which means so many different things when it is said. This gift may be gratifying to the president, but it is the cause of much anguish of spirit on the part of his friends. In New York the president, with earnest and impressive words, pledged the government as follows: “Nothing should ever tempt us, nothing ever will tempt us. to scale down the sacred debt of the nation through alegal technicality. Whatever may be the language of the contract, the United States will discharge all its obligations in the currency recognized as best throughout the civilized world at the time of payment.” This declaration has set thegold clique wild with joy as proof positive that | the president was at last thoroughly committed to the monometallic gold theory of curency. For the moment, doubtless, the president thought he was a believer in the single gold standard, but he did not confine himself to the statement quoted.' With true McKinley evasion he wandered on and away from the narrow golden gate and said: “We art, therefore, opposed to the free coinage of silver except by international agreement with the leading commercial nations of the world, which wc pledge oursdlves to promote.” Thus, by quoting the republican platform. the president cast down the high hopes of the gold advocates and;, in the forceful but inelegant language of the gambling table, may be said tb have “straddled” the financial question. Everybody seems to be agreed that the president delivered a very important speech in New York the other night. Everybody says it will go ringing around the world. But no two people can be found who can agree on (exactly what position the president took on the currency question.—Chicago Dispatch..

DUPING WORKINGMEN. The Poo* Victim* of Protection and the Traits. The thousands of protected workingmen who are now “walking around'’ looking for some capitalist w!ho will permit them to work may congratulate themselves that Grover the Fat iis worth five or six millions of dollars; that the Standard Oil company’s profits during the year were over $50,000,000, and that J. Pierpont Morgan controls nearly one-third of the railway mileage of the United States; that the sugar trust is making GO per cent, profit; that Pullman left $00,000,000; and thiat Mark Hanna’s $$ McKinley, in the interest Of the poor national banker, has urged congress to authorize the comptroller of the currency to issue—loan—money to the poor national banker at'the rate pf one-half of one per cent., and which the banker can loan at eight or ten per cent., or, in other words, Mark Hanna's $$ McKinley desires the government—the people—to issue to his masters, the bankers. $1,000 in money, for which the poor national banker shall pay the government—the people— five dollars per year, and for which it is expected the people—thie government—will pay the poor national banker from $S0 to $100 per year in advance. The work the people may further congratulate themselves upon is that if they cannot obtain the consent of some capitalist to be allowed to work, they they are free men. and they can either steal or starve.—Ilights of Man. The “Common Herd*’ Exielnded. If the “common herd” has any idea that it can attend a McKinleyireception; the “common herd'* is very much mistaken. This fact was made evident by the results through the masterly tactics displayed by Private Secretary Porter, who managed the recentft affair at the white house in a manner that would have done credit to the late lamented Ward McAllister. So cleverly did Porter conduct affairs that not one “vulgar person” was present to jostle the elbows of Mark Hanna, and the function proved to be delightfully and aristocratically “exclusive.” President Cleveland, although considerable of an autocrat, never succeeded in barring out the people. Perhaps he did not wish to do this, but McKinley represents close corporations, and his reception was of that character. Asthedispatches put it: “The wives of the cabinet ministers and the ladies cf the diplomatic corpsafairly showered compliments on Secretary Porter for his successful management of the first important official function of the year.” How swet and how characteristic of republican institutions!

A Pratrctloalst Plea. In the senate a few days ago Senator Hoar, of Massachusetts, felt compelled to refer to the industrial situation in Xew England. The only excuse that this anient protecti&nist could make for the strikes and lockouts and wage reductions was that he “was satisfied that the trouble was not due to the operation of the tariff law, but to quite different causes.” Wlhat kind of satisfaction is that to a workingman who has his wages reduced? Wasn't protection indented and advocated as a preventive of the operation of these “other causes” that might reduce wages? It isn’t enough for protectionists to say that protection didn’t cause the trouble. They must explain why protection didnH prevent the trouble. —Utica Observer. -Boss Hanna has, split the republican party in Ohio and wiped it out in Lousiana. If a boss could be used for political damages, the republican party could throw Hanna into bankruptcy.—St. Louis Post-Dispatch,

ARE YOU TO LIVE IN ALASKA? Seme Requirements Tbat Will Be Fcaad ladlipcDiablc. The universal article of diet in that country, depended upon and indispensable, is bread or biscuit. And to make the bread and biscuit, either in the camp or upon the trail, yeast cannot be used—it must be baking powder; and the powder manufactured by the processes of the Eoyal Baking Powder Company, miners and prospectors have learned, is the only one which will stand in that peculiar climate of cold and dlampness and raise the bread and biscuit satisfactorily. These facts are very important for every one proposing to go to Alaska and the Takon country to know, for should he be persuaded by some outfitter to take one of the clieap brands of baking powder, it will cost just as much to transport it, and then when he opens it for use, after all his labor in packing it over the long and difficult route, he will find a solid caked mass or a lot of spoiled powder, with no strength and useless. Such a mistake might lead to the most serious results. Alaska is no place in * which to experiment in food, or try to economize with your stomach. For use in such a climate, and under the trying and fatiguing conditions of life and labor in that country, everything must be the best and most useful, and above all it is imperative that all food supplies shall have perfect keeping qualities. It is absurd to convey over such difficult and expensive routes an article that will deteriorate in transit, or that will be found when required for use to have lost a great part of its value. There is no better guide to followin these matters than theadviceof those who have gone through similar experience. Mr. McQuesien, who iscalled“the father of Alaska,*’ after an experience of years upon the trail, in the camp, and in the use of every kind of supply, says: “We find in Alaska that the importance „ of a proper kind of baking powder cannot be overestimated. A miner with a can of bad baking powder is almost helpless in Alaska. We hare tried all sorts, and have been obliged to settle down to use nothing bfit Royal. It is stronger, and carries further, but, above all things, it is the only powder that will endure the severe climatic f changes Of the Arctic region.” It is for the same reasons that the U, I S. Government in its relief expeditions, and Peary, the famous Arctic traveler, have carried the Royal Basing Powder exclusively. * The Royal Baking Powder will not ! cake nor lose its strength either on [ board ship or in damp climates, and i9 I the most higbtly concentrated and ef- | ficient of leavening agents. Hence it is indispensable to every Alaskan outfit. | It can be had of any of the trading com- - j panies in Alaska, but should the miner I procure his supplies before leaving, he ! should resist every attempt of the ont- ! fitter to palm off upon him any of the | other brands of baking powder, foVthey i will spoil and prove the cause of great I disappointment and trouble.

FiRDS EAT 400 SHEEP. the Feait Took Place 10© Nllei From Damon and Coat ftiO.OUO. Jack Collins, who started for Dawsoa * City with a band of sheep last summer, has been heard from. He sold part of his flock for $20,000. The other and biggest half'of the flock fed the birds of the arctic zone.< This is how it hap* pened: He drove the sheep in over the Dalton trail. Some time before Dawsoa was reached cold weather came on, and Collins decided to kill his sheep. He killed and sold GOO, and received nearly $20,000 for them. Then he concluded to hold the remainder for a better market. He killed the remaining 400 in a sort of secluded place off the line of travel and suspended the carcasses on poles far enough above the ground to be out of the reach of bears, wolves or other wild animals. He left two young men to watch tho „ mutton, and proceeded to look for a mining section. Having found one, he located a claim and proceeded to test It. After be had dug oat a few thousand dollars’ worth of gold he thought he would, as the French say, “return to his muttons.” His stay had been so prolonged that the young men had become weary of bolding a wake over the sheep, and. | imagining Dawson to be only a few miles a why. had started for that city to enjoy some of the pleasures a metropolitan city can afford. It proved to be about 100 miles to Dlawson, so their absence was mere extended than they had inended, and when Collins reached the piece where he had left the carcasses of 400 sheep he found only 400 bleaching skeletons. *

The. eagles, ravens, crows, kites, hawks and other birds; of prey which i inhabit that region had been feasting i on mutton. “Where the carcass is, there will the eagles be gathered.” is a proverb which applies to other birds of prey. Collins had left so many carcasses that invitations had been sent out and a general round-up of all the vultures and things in that regioh. from. Jlehring sea to the Mackenzie river, had taken place. Whether the claim Collins secured will make good the loss of the mutton or not remains to be seen, but when he drives in his next band of sheep the birds of prey will not get so large a percentage of them.—Portland Oregonian. A Tow* Rides 1* This Elevator. Probably the only elevator in the world that is used to connect two parts of a town is the one.in Heligoland, the little island jnst off the coast of and belonging to Germany. One portion of the town is on a cliff over 300 feet high. The other is at the base of the cliff on a flat stretch of land. There are no paths up the cliff, and all communications between the two portions of thie unique little place must be held by means of the elerator—an elevator that lifts an entire community to and from the scene of Its dailj labors.—N. Y. XournaL