Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 27, Number 21, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 14 November 1896 — Page 3

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Lone dweller by the lonely lake. Remote among oar northern bills. Ronrjtl wooded shores thy load cries wake Tho sleeping echoes, redely break

Tbe singing of the rills.

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Thoa bast tbe storm a welcome goes* At thy borne by the water's edge. Tbe waves may plash aboat thy breast May, playful, lift and rock thy,nart

Bailt on the reedy sedge.

Thoa art a roler In good right, Strong paster of all winds tbat blow. Thy wings outstrip the stormcloods quits. Thy «wlmtning is the sv alknr's flight

Seen in the depths below. Thou sittest with a sovereign grace Tbe broken waters of tbe pond. And, quicker tban tbe ej» can trace, Hast Bhifted to another place

A good balf mile beyond.

Ah I said tbose loud demoniac cries Borne on the startled !ist ning air, As if from nether world did rise In agony to earth and sides

An outburst of despar.

Proud is thy mate as side by side Ye cleave the air with whizzing wing Tour brood that patiently abide At home, rejoice, your forms descried.

Those wild notes beard to ring. —Isaac B. Cboete in New York Home Journal.

HEPZIBAH.

The room bad been still tor along while. Only the even, monotonous splash of tbe outgoing tide and now and again a restless, unconscious movement of tbe dying woman in the bed disturbed tbe stillness of tbe ni^bt.

In tbe big armchair by tbe bedside, in the light of tbe lamp, sat a gannt woman, angular and haggard, with thin compressed lips, yellow skin, light eyes and dead straw colored hair drawn tightly baok from her forehead and twisted into an uncompromising knot at the nape of the neck.

She bad watched for many weary nights now beside that bed, bat still Jjjer eves were jride and watchful and ftntude aiprt. £be counted each fluttering breath of tbe girlish form beneatli tne sheet, and she each quiver of tbe unconscious eyelids.

Tho night wore on, and with the oomiug of the gray dawn a wind arose, moaning round the little house and shaking the fastenings of tbe sickroom window.

Tbe dylttg woman stirred, and she moaned, then slowly opened her eyes— great, sad blue eyes—like a child in trouble. She fixed them upon the watcher in the cbair with apathetic look of entreaty. "Hepzibah!" Tho pale lips just formod the whispered word.

The gaunt woman rose hastily and bent ovor her. "Hepzibah—you have been very good to me"—

A painful pause breathing was so difficult. "Am I dying now?"

The womuu bending over her made no response, bat tears gathered in her hard eyes, and her thin lips quivered. "No, you need not tell me. I know I am. I can fool it Hepzibah, you have been so good to me. There is something that—you must do—for me—when I am gone"—

Hepzibah bent over her, waiting, Watchful. The dying girl raised one feeble band, pointing toward tbe old bureau in the ooruer of tbe room. "There—in the third drawer on the left—a packet—letters. Wi 11 you bring them to me?''

Hopsiboh brought over to her a little bundle, tied round with faded pink ribbon.

Tho young woman fingered it lovingly, wistfully. "Thoy are Jaok's letters—my Jack, Hepzibah I When I am gone, I trust you to burn them for me. Tom must never know. Poor Tom—he has been a good husband to me, but I loved Jack first— only be was so wild. I did not know that he oared for me. And—he went away in a temper—and I married Tom. But when Jack camo bak from sea last time, I—I found out bow much he oared. It was terrible—and I loved him •ot Then he was drowned—my poor Jack I"

A weak sob choked her broken whispering. "Promise me you will burn them, Hepzibah, for Tom's rake." "Dear, I promise." "Yon have been so good to me, so patient with me. When I am gone, you will be good to poor Tom."

A dull red flush overspread the elder woman's faoe. She turned her head into tho shadow. "I will do what I oan, Nellie," she responded in a smothered voice. "Call Tom now. I feel I am going n—going. I feel so cold—so numb."

Hcpsibah hastily left the room. She was baok in an instant, followed by a •tout, ruddy faced man of about 50. He &pped softly to the bed and took the dying woman's hand in his big grasp. "Ootno, Nell, my lass, you must bear brave heart. We'll have you bettor soon." There were tears in his cheery voioe.

Nellie looked at him with a faint smile. She raised the big red hand in which her own was imprisoned to her lips. Then, exhausted by her recent efforts, she closed her eyes and seemed to sleep. Presently she started violently. Her eyes opened in terror. "The letter* 1 You will burn them, Hcpaibah"—

Tom turned to Hepaibah wonderingly. He thought tbe delirium had returned.

What letters does she mean?" Hepr'v*h was silent. She averted her eyea. LLea: "She means her dead mother's let* tens11 she replied in a steady voioe.

The dying woman looked her gratitude for the saving lie. There was a silence again and a solemn sense of waiting in the toon. At last Nellie mude a faint movement with her hand.

Tbe tide was nearly out. Beyond the sun was rising in golden splendor, making a glittering pathway across tbe waves, straight to the cottage window. Tb* night wind had softened into a

warm breeae. It came wafted in, mingling with the salt of the sea—with the scent of the flowers in the little garden below.

Nellie's big. sad eyes took in all tbe beauty of the morning wen they gently olosed.

So Nellie Thurgood, Tom Thnrgood's young wife, died and was buried in the little churchyard by the sea, and the tide came in and the tide went out through the long summer days and nights and peaceful order reigned in the little cottage, for Hepzibah was a notable housekeeper, and Tom was grateful to her iu a dull, impersonal way. His heart was buried in a newly made grave on tbe cliff side, and nothing seemed real to him Hut tbat.

Hepzibah watched him from under her white eyelashes and kept silent, but his pipe was always ready for binwhen he came indoors and his favorite food simmered on the hob.

Hepzibah'a hair grew brighter as the days went on. Her cheeks had a comely blush. She began to take thought of her dress. She bought a blue gingham gow in the village and a muslin handkerchief for her neck. Her voice took a softer note. She began to sing about her work.

But Tom would sit in the churchyard through the long summer twilights, and when he came in to his supper his feet dragged wearily, and his eyes were dull with misery. "You should not grieve so," said Hepzibah jK)ftly one night after supper. She was knitting in the firelight Her head was bent over her work.

Tom woke as from a dream. He looked at her with unseeing eyes. "Ah, it's well to say that to a man whose heart is breaking."

His voice grew husky. He turned away his head to the fire. But you shouldn't grieve as one without hopo. Time must soften things a bit You have your life before you."

Tom laughed a short, bitter laugh not good to hear. "She was all I had—my Nellie—tbe apple of my eye. What good's life to me now? Such pretty wa^s she had, too!" he went on musingly. "Such loving, tender ways"—

Hep^bah'saaedlesflowed lit lighfc, ''There are other women in tbe world as fond as Neljie," sh« said softly, with her eyes on her knitting.

There was along silenc© itt the room. The fire flickered, A cinder fell on the hearth. Hepzibah could hear her heart throbs. She slowly lifted her eyes to the man's face.

He was not looking at her at all, but at a china shepherdess upon the little table against the wall. His eyes were troubled. He was trying to remember. "My Nellie did not keep that on there. No, it was on the mantelpiece here that she had it"

Ho brought the ornament over, dusting it with bis handkerchief. "We must keep the things as she left them, Hepzibah," he said. But Hepzibah had slipped out of the door into the summer darkness.

She rested her arms on the little gate and stood looking far out to sea. Her faoe shone white and ghostly in the dimness. She shivered in tbe warm air "You dead woman—you Nellie," she whispered tensely, "why will you not give him up to me? You have your Jack. You do not want him—and I— oh, my God!"

A great tearless sob choked her. The shimmering waves mocked her. Her face hardened. "Why should I not tell him? I shall do you no harm. How oan one hurt the dead? You are asleep in the churchyard, and I love him—I tell you I love himt"

The man was sitting, smoking moodily, gazing into tbe glowing fire when Hepzibah glided in and stood behind his ohair. "Tom, I can't bear that you should grieve so. She wasn't worthy of a lov like yours." "Hepzibah!" "I have thought you ought to know," she faltered, "because I can't bear to see you spoiling your life for love of her—her who did not love you at all, but Jack." "Woman, what do you mean? What lies are you telling me?" "It's true. Don't you remember her calling out about the letters the night she died? She gave me a packet—Jaok's letters to her." "My God! Give them to mel" "You must not mind somnoh, Tom." "The letters!"

Hepsibab laid the paoket on the table and crept away up tbe ftt&iroase to her room.

The still hours passed by. Night waned, but Hepzibah, wild eyed and numb, crouched by the bed, straining her ears for any sound from below.

An hour before dawn came the sound of a ohair scraping on the flagged floor. Then drawers were opened and shut His footsteps echoed to and fro then silence and the scratching of a pen.

It grew unbearable. Disheveled, wan, fearful, she crept down the stairs and peered in.

Tom Thurgood sat at tho table writing by the dim candlelight. He h«d en his rough pilot's ooat A bundle tied in a red handkerchief rested beside him.

Hopsibah's broken cry aroused him He rose and came toward her. I'm going away back to sea again," he said gravely. "You're wel come to the tago and bits cf far niture. Tbev« no honw «.r me the place would kill me. Get back to bed, woman. Goodby there, gr!"

He turned back to his writ •_*. .-n: the room was qtrHt again.

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To see him now in perfect health and energy, one would not think that two and a hair years ago he was a bed-ridden invalid, a physical wreck, whose family physician, loved ones at home and friends all thought was soon to be called hence. But such is the case, and uot only he but his family and a hundred friends will testify to it.

It was a peculiar affliction he had, and his cure was marvellous, his recovery a nineteenth century miracle. And that others may exyoy the blessings of the wonderftd medicine which beyond the perad venture of a doubt—under God's blessing—saving his life, Mr. Foster—not desiring publicity but with the hope of doing good—has consented to tell of his sickness and his cum

It was in the fall of 1892 he was taken ill. He was a farmer then, and had spent the day exposed to the weather and working in the field, and for five hours was in the-mud, in a stooping position. In a few days thereafter He naa a peculiar feeling in his feet and handsj became numb Rod felt as if asleep.

Bo*, perhaps, it would be better to let Mr. foster tell his own experience, and this is what he says: jwing the numbness of my feet and olio—„ that numbness spread until my whole

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hands, that numbness sp body was paralyzed. I had a dreadful constriction around my body, and as I grew worse this extended up, cutting on my breathing it finally got within a few inches of my throat and it was with difficulty that I breathed at all. At irregular intervals I had lightning pains throughout my entire body, and limos, and for at least five months I was perfeotly helpless, and a man servant was kept in my room day and night to turn me in bed and wait upon me.

In the earlier part of my Illness my feet felt as if I was walking bare-footed on a stiff carpet. Soon I could not walk at all in the dark, and could not even stand alone with my eyes shut, I rapidly grew worse, and soon my limbs refused to carry me. Finally I lost my sense of feeling or touch, ana could not tell when my feet were against each other, but felt all the while as if they were being pulled apart. "In the beginning I had called in my family physician, a very successful practitioner. He put me on a treatment, with instructions to keep very quiet But I continued to grow worse, ana in about six weeks he told me, candidly and honestly, that he had done his best, that he had also advised with some of Columbia's leading physicians, giving them my symptoms, but that he could do nothing for me and it was useless for him to try any further. He and the With whom he advised pronounced my disease locomotor ataxia, ana incurable. "He told my friends they oould try anything the/ wished, and then I began trying everything that was suggested. I tried different kinds of electricity—belt pads, shockwith numberinternally and

ing machines and elsctropoise, less kinds of medicines. Doth

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said. Itwas Hepatibah above cryiim for her lost paradise. —Chapman's Mat-.*- -«v

Carson—And don't you think married knre is true lovef

The lJrely Children.

When you oome in tonight, (*ld the literary man to his two sprightly children, who were acoustomed, when they oame in from their evening walk, to walk straight into the library where he was at work and sit down and talk awhile, "I wish you would just say, 'How d'ye do?' and then go out. I have a lot of work to do tonight, and I don't want to be disturbed."

An hour later the literary man heard a latchkey placed carefully in the front door, as though the person plaoing it there didn't wish to be heard. Then he heard smothered laughter in the hall. It was from the children. They were up to something, sure. A moment later they came marching through the hall, one behind the other, with military step, baok toward the library. They turned in, marched like a file of soldiers alongside the library table on the ride opposite the literary man, halted, fronted, raised their hands in salute and said in unison: "How d'ye dor

Then they faced to the left And marched out again, one behind the other, keeping step as before and keeping as sober as they could, until they came to the parlor. There they exploded.— New York Sun.

Irvfng*s PMhos.

During a performance at the Lyceum theater in London Sir Henry Irving was rather distracted by the remarks of two well dressed women occupying adjoining stalls. At last, in the course of their conversation, one of them said, "Quit* too nice, isn't it?" "Oh, qnifee more than too nice!" answered her companion. "Only doesn't it strike you—a little weakness in the knees?*' "Weakness!" retorted bar friend. "My dear girl, that's his pathos."

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A Newspaper Man Relates a Marvellous Story.

An Interesting Chapter in His Own Life—Some, We Hope, May Profit by Reading Same.

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Maury County Is one of the richest and biggest and best counties in Tennessee. It would be an exaggeration to say that any one man knew every other man in this county, but it may safely be said that few, if any, can come nearer to it than Mr. Joe M. Faster, whose home is at Carter's Creek, and who is now connected with the Herald. In the interest of the Herald he has visited nearly every home in the county. Upon state occasions—that is, the Herald't an nual pic-nic reunion he is the"Msster of Ceremonies." There are few men better known, few better liked, none more trusted, and what he says the Herald, unconditionally and unequivocally, will vouch for.

Prom the Herald, Cblumbia, Ann.

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Queensland are exceedingly pntial to Hood's Fill*. They do their work Chinamen. The reason is said to be tori1 th* flesh of the Chinese i« peculiarly to er and palatable owing to rice being their staple article of diet. There i# now a numerous Chinese population in tbe north of Queensland, and soores of them who have ventured beyuod the outlines of civilisation have been captured and devoured by the natives.— Lofidon Standard.

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externally, but all to no effect, until, about April 1st 1893, a cousin, Mr. A. N. Aiken, of Columbia (who is now clerk and Master of the Chancery Court of this county), recommended Dr. Williams' Pink Pills for Pale People. "I began using them as per directions for locomotor ataxia, and in about one week some of my friends thought I was better .but it was two weeks before the improvement was plain to all and satisfactory to myself. Then, however, I knew the pills were doing their grand and glorious work, and I kept taking them until I oould hobble about on crutches. "It was suggested to me then that nature would do the rest, and I left off the pills. In about ten days I saw that I was going down hill again I promptly renewed the pills, and twain I began to improve. A second time 1 tried to leave the battle to a good constitution, but found it still too weak so I commenced on the pills again and kept taking them until I was well, "I was in mv fifty-first year when I was taken sick. It is now about two years since I discarded stick and crutch and found my me. I am enmore and look years, ana attribute my health and my recovery and life to the magic of Pink Pills for Pale People, under the blessing of God.

I have recommended these pills to a number of people, and many I know have been cured by them. I wish in my heart that every person on earth who is suffering as I was could get them and would try them.

To those who know me. I hope it is not necessary for me to add that I make this statement cf my own free will, without money and without price. Bui if there are any who are inclined to doubt, I will refer them to Dr. J. H. Hill, J. M. Hunter. R. D. Lockridge, Joe Terwell. Anderson Nichols, S. B. and G« W. Nichols, all of Carter's Creek, Maury County, Tenn., or if they will call upon me I will give them the names of a hundred witnesses of as good men and women as the sun ever shone upon#

Hoping some poor sufferer may read and believe ana be raised from a bed of pain, I am Very respectfully,

JOB M. FOSTER,

Care of the Herald. Columbia, Tennessee." Dr. Williams' Pink Pills for Pale People are prepared by the Dr. Williams' Medicine Co., of Schenectady. N. Y., a firm whose ability and reliability are unquestioned. Pink Pills are not looked upon as a patent medicine, but as a prescription, having been used as such for years in general practice, and their successful results in curing various afflictions made it imperative that they be prepared in quantities to meet the demand of the public, ana place them in reach of all. They are an unfailing specific for such disesses as locomotor ataxia, partial paralysis, St Vitus' dance, sciatica, neuralgia, rheumatism, nervous headache, the after effects of la grippe, palpitation of the heart, pale and sallow complexions, and the tired feeling resulting from nervous prostration, all diseases resulting from vitiated humors in the blood such as scrofula, chronic erysipelas, etc. They are also a specific for troubles peculiar to females, such as suppressions, irregularities, and all forms of weakness. They build up the blood, and restore the glow of health to pale and sallow cheeks. In men they effect a radical oure in all eases arising from mental worry, ever* work, or excesses of whatever nature.

Pink Pills are sold in boxes (never in loose form by the dozen or hundred, and the publie are cautioned against numerous imitations sold in this shape) at SO oenta a box or six boxes for $2.60 and may be had of all drugfists. or airect by maU from Dr. Williams' Medicine Compear. ,4„.

Two Theories.

Fond Mother (in passenger oar, with her children)—It just scared me when I read—Johnny, stop pulling flowers ofl the lady's bonnet!—when I read in the papers—Richard, you just keep your head in!—the paper the other day that —George, you put your sticky hands on that lady's dress again, I'll thrash you!—tber*her day that a woman went crazy—Richard, don't you dare slap that little girl!—when I read that a woman went crazy just from the discomforts of the-—Johnny, stop punching that gentleman!—of the journey in a railroad train. I wonder if she had children with her?

Lady (quietly)—Perhaps some ofher woman had?—New York Weekly.

Good Benson.

"You will pardon the question, I know, if you think it obtrusive," said the enterprising newspaper reporter

An Aged Trick.

The schoolmaster gave a wild howl and fell with a bang from his wboeL "What is it?" cried his favorite pnpil, as she circled around him. "It's a tack," moaned the master. "In your tire?" "No, in my saddle. "—Indianapolis Journal.

Liver Ills

Like MBousaess, dyspepsia, headache, eoasttpsstoa, soar stomach. Indigestion are promptly

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Daytime Jewels.

The fashion of wearing jewels in the daytime is every day growing more fashionable in England. Two or three years ago, if a British matron wished to level a sneer at the head of a beautiful and well dressed American, she would glare at her through her lorgnette and observe, with a curl of tbe lip: "Fancy! How vulgar! Wears her diamonds down to breakfast." Time reverses many things, however, and now it is the English woman who overdoes matters in the way of daytime jewelry. Women of the highest rank wear their diamonds and their single row of pearls every day of their lives and to the exclusion of other ornaments. No woman who respects herself, at all events in Paris, is to be seen withont a pearl necklace. Most obio Parisienncs are incrusting their umbrella handles with real gems. At many of tbe fashionable weddings in England diamonds fasten the veils to bonnets above the forehead in front and over the cache-peigne at the baok, and many well dressed women are having diamonds mounted as bonnet pins, while some follow the footsteps of the Princess of Wales and keep their toques in place with a diamond hilted dagger. —London Letter. 4

Black Satin Coats the Vogue. "Black satin is a material in vogue for coats," writes Isabel A. Mallon in The Ladies' Home Journal, "and upon the coats made of it laoe, ribbon and all rich decorations run riot. The de sign most in vogue for satin has a close fitting bodice with an attached skirt, this skirt lieing formed of the Irim ming. Atypical black satin ooat is fitted to the figure, but has in the center of the baok and just in front a few soft folds. It is cut so that it extends two inches below the hips, where it arohes slightlv, and it is tuen finished with a frill of black laoe that reaches almost to the knees. Wide, drooping revers of the satin are overlaid with out jet, while at the neck is a folded collar of the satin, with a large flaring bow in tbe back. A similar bow, but somewhat larger, is at the back at the waist line, and from it come two long satin ends that are drawn oyer the hips to the front and are ioosely knotted so that they fall far down over the laoe. With a jet bonnet as its adjunct such a coat may be worn with a simple skirt, whioh must, however, be blflok, and tbe effect of a very rich and elaborate costume will result."

The English Governess.

Sir Walter Besant is again endeavoring to arouse the British publio to a sense of tho "downright cruelty and wickedness'' of paying a governess only $125 a year and then sending her away to keep herself for a two months' holiday. "I do not believe," he says, "that those who do it realize the meaning of it The evil is done by want of thought in this as in so many instances. If it is done in !nll knowledge of what it means, then the perpetrator is one of the lowest and basest of her kind. To give a womun £25 a year, to expeot her to dress like a lady—always to wear decent gloves, for instance—and to turn her out to keep for eight weeks is nothing short of barbarity. Eig.11 weeks at 25 shillings a week is

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There iB lcf't the sum of £15 for dress and every other expense, and for t1 future no prospect at all. Poor governessl" ... 'las* '"V

Danger In the Spongw.

Professor Lang of Vienna declares that sponges, owing to the impossibility of destroying germs in them, have long since been banished from the surgeon's table and should also be excluded from the bathroom and wasbstand.—Medical Reoord.

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he talked through the prison bars to the captive train robber, "but why do you gentlemen always go through a train before breaKfast?" "Well, I don mind telling you,"replied the bandit, "seeing that I am likely to La out of the business for a year or two. Wo do that to get ahead of the dining car pirates."—Pittsburg Chronicle.^

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India's Woman Barrister.

Miss Cornelia Sobraji, who took the degree of B. C. L. at Oxford about three years ago, is rapidly attaining suooess as a barrister in India, not only in the native but in British courts. At first she only praoticed in the former, but lately she was intrusted with the defense in a murder oase tried at Poona, in a British court. As usual in such trials, whero all tbe witnesses are natives, much 'also evidence was offered. Miss Sobra: who had faith in her client's innocence, conducted tho case with great ability and secured a verdict of acquitta1 after the jury had delibe" ated 20 minutes. The London Telegraph says, "The h'.dy barrister has reeeivi 1 many congratulations on the result her forensio ability."

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The Sway of the Sash.

How fascinating are th* belts and sashes which form such important items in the fashions of the moment! Close fittiug, deep folded belts made of satin or silk are worn with toilets of silk, fine mohair and grass lawn. The newest riuboil belts arr finished off with a flat piping on cach side of white silk ^r satin, but if the belt is black or dark in color the piping may be iu a light, contrasting shade. Loosely draped sashes look best ou youthful figures, and folded belts crossed in front are most becoming to slender shapes. Even plain dresses may be converted into smart, stylish toilets if tbe belt or sash and the collar and bows are chosen to correspond aud in good taste.—Philadelphia Times,

Early Women Postmasters. I The common impression is that women first entered onr postal servioe some SO years ago. The earliest postmasters of Salem, Mass., and Portsmouth, N. H., were women. In 1700 Portsmouth was the end of the great mail route, and important also as handling a large part of the English mail coming and going. In those days postmasters were required to write official news letters, to accommodate travelers, and to render other services. Mrs. Harvey did her postal work well and besides kept the Three Tuns, the leading hotel in Now Hampshire.—O. W. Ernest in Woman's Journal,

Only Uses the Brush.

The empress of Austria has the finest head of hair of any royal lady in Europe, and yet it is never washed. Every day it is brushed through, while lotion, of whioh the recipe is jealously kept, is employed. Seven brushes are used, one ufter the other, so that perfect cleanliness may be insured, and the operation takes two hours and four ladies in wui ting.

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The doiiigH of ants aie among the nrost interesting things that naturalists find to stilly. No members of the inseot world present more startling suggestions of intelligence and forethought governing their actions. It is not correot, however, to explain the habits and oonduot of ants by human analogies. For instance, it was onoe supposed that the so oalled "parasol ants," living in hot, tropioal countries, carried little leaves above their heads for the sake of proteo- -3 tion from the sun. Later investigations have shown that the ants aotually do carry leaves, suspendod by the stem whioh they hold in their jaws, and that columns of them thus furnished with leaves like tn army with banners march 4 in regular order, but that the leaves, instead of being intended to shelter the ants from tbe sunshine, are deposited by them around their nests to form a soil in which grows a kind of fungus that they are fond of. So the parasol ant is not a dandy, but a farmer.— Youth's Con^Qftnion.

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