St. Joseph County Independent, Volume 17, Number 7, Walkerton, St. Joseph County, 29 August 1891 — Page 2

TWOULD MAKE A BETTER WORLD. DY N. H. CODE. If men cared leas for wealth and fame, And less for battlefields and glory; If writ in human hearts a name Seemed better than in song or story; If men instead of nursing pride Would learn to hate it and abhor it; If more relied On Love to guide, The world would be the better for it. If men dealt less in stocks and lands, And more in bonds and deeds fraternal; If Love’s work had more willing hands To link this world with the supernal; If mon stored up Love's oil and wino And on bruised humanhearts would pour it; If “yours" ard "mine" Would once combine, The world would be the better for it. If more would act the play of Life, And fewer spoil it in rehearsal; If Bigotry would sheath its knife Till good became more universal; If Custom gray with ages grown. Had fewer blind men to adore it — If Talent shone In Truth alone. The world would be the better for it. If men were wise in little things— Affecting less iu all their dealings; If hearts had fewer rusted strings To isolate their kindred feelings; If men, when Wrong beats down the Right, Would strike together to restore it— If Right made Might In every tight. The world would be the better for it. —New lied font Journal. THE HT RANCH. Bl DAN QUIN.

T is sunset at the HT . ranch. Four or five & cowboys sit gloomily about outside the n ranch house awaiting ►’ supper. ^The Mexican cook has just begun his fragrant task, so half hour must elapse before the-e Arabs are fed. Their ponies are turned into the wire pasture,

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their big Colorado saddles repose astride the low paling fence that surrounds the house and it is evident their liding is over for the day. Why are they gloomy ? Not a boy of them can tell. One of them is from Princeton, too. They have been partners and campaneros and “worked” the HT cattle together for months and I nothing ever came in, misunderstanding or cloud. The ranch house is their home and theirs has been the unity of brothers. A week ago a pretty girl,the daughter of one of the owners, came to the ranch from the East. She was protected in this venture by an old and gnarled ‘ aunt, watchful as a ferret, sour a^ab lime. Not that the pretty girl needs | watching; she is, indeed, in every move i propriety’s climax. No soft or dulcet ! reason woos her to’ the West; she comes [ on no love errand. She is e'egantly ' and profoundly tired of the East—that ■ is all—and longs for Western air and ' Western sights. She has been at the HT ranch a week and the boys have I met her, every one. The meeting or ' meetings were marked by awkwardness ; as to the boys, utter indifference as to ' the pretty girl. She met them as she met the ponies, ccrws. horned, tond-i and other animals domestic and indigenous to Eastern New Mexico. When every' cowboy was blushingly conscious of her ; she was purely and serenely guiltless of , giving him a thought. Before this pretty girl came the boys ■were friends and the calm tenor of their relations with each other had never a riople. She was not there a day belore each drew himself insensibly from the others and a vague hostility shone ‘ dimly in their eyes. It was the instinct ' of the fighting male animal aroused by ! the presence of the pretty girl. She, । however, proceeded on her daily way, ! sweetly unconscious of the sentiments ■ she awakened. Men e mere animals; women are too, for that matter, but they are very I different animals from men. The effort j the race makes to the other, better or , different than beasts, fails. It always ' failed; it will always fail. Civilization : —culture—is the veriest veneer and famously thin. A year on the plains cracks this veneer—this shell—and leaves the animal exposed. This is the expanding growth of all that is animalish in a man; these attributes of the physical being fed and pampered by a plain existence. The dark, vague impalpable differences which ent off each of these creatures from his fellows and inspired him with an unreasonable and unmeasurable hate had grown with the brief week of their existence. A philosopher would look for trouble soon on the HT. “What did you go take my saddle for yesterday, Bill ?” said Jack Moore to a boy by the name of Bill Watkins. “ ’Caused allows I’ll ride it some,” said Watkins. “Thought it might like to carry a high-grade cow-puncher, once.”

“Well don’t take it no more,” said Moore, moodily ignoring* the gay insolence in reply. “Leastwise, don’t come a-talkin’ of it an’ sayin’ nothin’., Ton can pl aver American, can’t you? When you aims to ride my saddle agin, ask for it; if you can’t talk, make signs, an’ if you can’t make signs, shake a bush," but doa’t go to runnin’ off no saddle of mine no more.” “Whatever do you allow is liable to ; happen if I takes it agin to-morrey ?” inquired Bill in high scorn. Bill was of a more vivacious temper than the gloomy Moore. “You takes it agin an’ I mingles with you a whole lot, mighty prompt,” replied Moore in a tone of obstinate injury. These boys were brothers, in affection before that pretty girl came and either would have gone a-foot all day to lend his saddle to the other. Going a-foot, too, is the last thing, let me assure you, that a cowboy will do. “Well, don’t you fail to mingle none,” said Bill, with cheerful ferocity, “on account of its being me. I crosses the tr.dl of the short horn like you over on the Panhandle onct, an’ puts him in the fire an’ has plenty of fun with him.” “Stop the play now, right yere,” said Tom Bawlins, the HT range boss, who was sitting close at hand. “You all jpring trouble ’round yere an’ I’ll be in t. Whatever’s the matter with all you oeople, anyway? You’re like a passel sore-head dogs for more n a week

J now. You’re shorely too many for me to sabe an’ I cl’ar gives you up. The boys started some grumbling reply, but the cook called them to supper just then, and, one animalism becoming overshadowed by another, they forgot their ranchor and vague animosities in thoughts of supplying their hunger. Toward the last of the repast Rawlins arose and going to another room began overlooking some entries in the ranch books. The pretty girl did not eat at the ranch table. She had little banquets in I her own room. J ust then she was in her own room, and began singing in a low tenor some tender little love song that seemed bbrn of a sigh and a tear. The boys at supper heard her, and their resentment of each other’s existence began again to flame in their breasts and burn deeplv- in their eyes. None of these savages was in the least degree in love with the pretty girl, either. They might have become so, all or any of them. The singing went on in a cooing, soft way that did not bring you the wouls—only the music. “What I says about my saddle a while back, I means,” said Moore, finally, turning a dark look on Watkins. "See yere!” said Watkins iu an exas- ■ perating tone —he was as violoua * Moore—“if you’re p’intin’ out for a war jig with me, don't fool ’round none for reasons, but jest let ’er roll. Come a-runnin’ and don’t bother none with ceremony.” “A man don’t have to have no reasons for crawlin’ you none,” said Moore. “You’re fair.game, you are. Any one’s licensed to" chase you ’round jest for fun an’ exercise.” “You can gamble,” said Watkins, confidently, “any man as chases me ’round much will regard it as a thrilling pastime. He won’t get fat at it, none : whatever.” “As you all seem to feel that way,” said Moore, “I’ll step out an’ shoot with you right now.” “Weil! I’ll shore go you,” said Watkins. They arose and stepped out at the door. It was gathering dark, but it was light enough to shoot by. The other cowboys followed in silence. Not one said a word in com- I ment or interference. They were grave I and serious, but passive. It is not good form to interfere with other people’s duel’s in the Southwest. The pretty | girl was still singing and the strains ! fell softly on the ears of the cowboys, j Every one, whether on-looker or princi pal, felt inspired with a licking, pleased anticipation of the blood to be soon set flowing. Nothing was said of distance. •They separated to about forty paces and turned to face each other. Each wore his “Colt’s 45,” the loosely buckled belt letting it rest low down on the right hip. Each threw down his big hat and stolid at apparent ease, with his thumb caught in the pistol belt, “Shall you give the word or me?”said Moore. “You give it,” said Watkins. “It’ll be a funny passage in American history if you get your artillery to the front any sooner than I do ‘hen.” “Be you ready? ’ asked Jack. —l’lien—go!” “Bang! bang! bang!” went both pistols together, and with a rapidly not to 1 be counted Moore got a crease iu his ' left sho'ulder —a mere wound to the ; flesh —and Watkins fell with a bullet in [ his side. Rawlins, the range boss, came I running out. He understood all at a { look. Hastily examining Moore he dis- | 1 covered that his hurt was nothing seri- I ; ous. The others carried Watkins into | | the fiouse. j “Take my pony, saddled at the I fence, Jack,” said Rawlins, “and pull ' vour freight. This vere man’s goin’ I 1 ter die.” “Which I shorely hope he does,” said ; Jack, bitterly. “I’ll go, though; I' I ain’t got no use for none of these yere j . he shorthorns around the HT. So he took Rawlins pony and when | i he stopped riding in the morning it was i i no marvel that the poor pony hung i his head dejectedly while his flanks 1 steamed and quivered. He was almost 100 miles from his last corn and cooled his nervous muzzle as he took his morning drink in the Rio Picos, a stream far to the west of the HT. "Some shooting scrape about their saddles, miss; that’s all.” So reported Rawlins to the pretty girl. “Isn’t it horrible!” shuddered the pretty girl in reply. The next morning the pretty girl and her gnarled and twisted aunt paid the injured Watkins a visit. This sight so affected the other three cowboys that they at once saddled and rode away to the Northwest to work some cattle over on the Ocate Mesa. They intended to be gone three months. They looked black and forbidding as

they galloped away. “It’s a pity Jack Moore ain’t no better pistol shot,” said one, as the picture of the pretty girl visiting the wounded Watkins arose in his mind. “That’s whatever,” iassented the others. The pretty girl was full of sympathy for the stricken Watkins. It occurred !to hev, too, that his profile was clear | and handsome. He was certainly very pale and this stirred the depths of her feminine nature. She and her aunt came to see the invalid eveiy day. Once the pretty girl said she would bring him a book to read and while away the hours, which seemed shod with lead. “I can’t read,” said Watkins, in a tone of deepest shame; “I never learned, I should like to read, too, but there’s no one to teach me. So that settles that,” and the rascal expressed a deep sigh. Watkins lied. It was he who was the Princeton man. He said afterwards ! that this lie was the only real good work he ever did in his life. । So the pretty girl came every day-and i gave Watkins a reading lesson, while Che gnarled aunt read a book and watched them through the open door. “By the way,” said Watkins one day, “where’s Moore?” ’ “Why!” asked the range boss, to whom the question was put. “You tell him,” said Watkins, his eyes , beginning to gather rage, “that when I ; get out I’ll be looking for him with ; something besides a field-glass.

i i “Oh, no," said the pretty girl rising and coming toward hii couch. Her • tone showed disturbance and fear at th® r thought. I As he gazed at her the look changed t in his eyes. Hate for Moore gave place i to something else. “No,” he said at last. “Tell him it’g i all right, Rawlins.” The pretty girl thought him ver* noble. z i Watkins was out in five weeks and I could go about the ranch. One night j Rawlins thought, he heard a pony in the yard and arose to remedy the matter As be stepped out a couple passed him in the moonlight. It was Watkins and the pretty girl. The caitiff’s arm was round her.— San Francisco Call. Inspecting American .Meat. The effect of the new meat inspection law is already apparent in the increasing demand for American meat products for the European market, and the indications are favorable for a speedy removal of the restrictions which have so seriously crippled our export trade in those commodities. Secretary Rusk of the Department of Agriculture, and Dr. Salmon, Chief of the Bureau of Animal Industry, put the inspection j work under the new law on a solid basis The inspection of beef carcasses haJaL ready been going on to some exteo'^EP Now York, Chicago, Omaha, and ESnBQB City, but the microscopic inspeafiph j of hog products only began on June io after the Secretary and Dr. Salmon Lw. 1 organized the work according to scientific methods. This inspection will oe carried on for the present only at Chicago. where the force is sufficient ts inspect 600 hogs daily. A force Os some thirty persons has been appointed, with salaries ranging from SI,OOO to SI,BOO for the microscopists, and smaller pay for young men and virls who affix la^s and do other mechanical work. T^e chief microscopist is a person of s<ientific training, but such training is not thought necessary for all the inspectors, I as they are soon able to learn the use of the microscope and to detect trichina! whore they are present. The cost oLthe inspection per animal will range s»mewhere between 5 and 10 cents. The | Department of Agriculture has not yet I undertaken to enforce strictly the provision of the law of March 3, 1891, that meats shall not be exported which Save I not l>oen inspected. The enforcement ■ of this provision at present would limit the export trade in hog products toChicago, because no inspection force has yet been set at work at other points. If the experiment succeeds well at Chicago and the appropriation permits, insj>ectors will be appointed at other places. For the present exportation of meats which have not been inspected is not' interfered with, but it is not likely to be large, because none but the inspected meats find a ready market on the other side of the ocean. The appropriation made for the Bureau of Animal Industry for the coining year was made before the new inspection law was passed, and will not permit a great extension of the service. The appropriation will probably be increased by the next Congress, with its large member 1 TnYrtHT ft effect of increasing our export Irade Tl' । beef afid hog products. The total apI propriation for the Bureau for the coming fiscal year is $500,000, an increase of about $50,000 over the amount available for the year just closing. The advices received by the State Department indicate that France and Germany will remove their will remove their restric- • tions upon the importation of our meat i products about October 1. It is be- ' lieved that the inspection will be iu full force by that time. — American Analyst. Lubrication by Water. Water is a good lubricant if it is I rightly applied, says the New York ■ Railroad Men. A knowledge of this i tact and the wit to use it at the right I moment helped an engineer out of a I tight place. He had to take the Superi intendent up the road on his engine for jan important meeting. The SuperinI tendent was in a hurry, and they started font at a pietty lively pace. Every- ; thing went smoothly for a while, when I the guides on the right hand side began to smoke. The engineer shut off, got down and found that guide in first-class shape as a frying pan, but its efficiency :as a guide was seriously impaired. The Superintendent got down too, and said, “put some water on her quick.” “No sir,”

was the answer, “if you put water on that guide now you will twist it all out of shape.” “What are you going to do?” said the Superintendent, “we , haven’t much more than time to get there now.” The engineer said noth- . ing, but he took his wrench and eased । off the nuts on the stuffing box studs, enough to allow the steam to blow through past the piston rod. He rea- । soned that the steam blowing on the

hot guide and condensing would cool it just as effectually and much more gradually than eight or ten buckets of water dumped on at once, while the water would at the same time act as a lubricant. They got up and started ahead easy. The engineer watched that guide with some anxiety, so. he was not sure of the result. At the end of ten miles he stopped, went down and felt it. With a calm smile and an “I told you so” expression, he pulled out the throttle, drove ahead, and brought the Superintendent to his meeting in time. A Dull Thud. Bev. Z. Grenell, a leading representative of the Baptist communion and one of the really eloquent preachers of Detroit, ha: a keen appreciation of that essential law of the drama which we name Contrast. “During one of my vacations,” he said to a group of friends, “1 visited a noble church. It was and is architecturally impressive and it is set in the I midst of a beautiful and well-kept lawn. I Over the central entrance is this text: “T WAS GLAD WHEN THEY SAID UNTOME. LET US GO INTO THE HOUSE OK' THE LORD.’ “That was hospitable and lovely,” continued the reverend gentleman,“but, Oh, how dashed was my spirit and how lifeless fell the inspiring sentiment when I turned my eye to the lawn and read the repelling sign-board: KEEP OPE THE GRASS 1”

• DOUBLE DICK AND JOE; J [—==CB— — a •i The Poorhouse Waifs. b— # _ i t BY DAVID LOWRY, i • . . CHAPTER XI I—Continued. Mrs. Brown coolly conn tod the roll. “Very well-yon can tell Mr. Buckett I want just $lO more. at. least. Fifty dollars wen t to it—and make the api pearance lie will expect. I’ll pu t as • much of your money to it as will make i it out—and Mr. Buckett will give it back to s'oll. ” “Os course, he will—and be very much obliged to you, a'so, ” said B -n. >‘;’m glad its all settled I would have teen content, Double Dick, if I'd got sls a week—but I’ll leave it to all Lands hero —a Queen of Arabia is dirt cheap at S4O -a month ” RJiercupon they all laughed heartily. “tII get these things made tomorrow meantime the Queen of Arabia must ; condescend to wear my clothes,” said ]‘Mrs Brown, gayly. The next day, as Dick was walking . through the confronted I^, £oiil on which 1.0 beheld his new y name in letters half a foot long Be ! JeJfel V’N CO ' OrS ' th ° । dexter.ty, fearlessness and crowning achievements of “Idalia” w ,. re u , Ben smiled at Dick’s confusion. " ’ | "Buckett puts it pretty steep, don't ho? Ho knows the art of putting things, Buckett does. That's the way ho made his fortune. And when you ! aro as old as I am, you'll appreciate tho art. of putting things It’s worth a mint of money; you tan gamble cn that, Double Dick. ” That afternoon, when Dick was mounted on the b ack mure, tho circus . attendants still manifested considerablo curiosity to see how she would eoiuo it, for the sex of the rider was referred to from that hour in away that began to be very amusing to Dick. “Black Boss'll dump him yet,” said one in his hearing. “She'll take a kink, and he'll get it ” “Bet you live do’lars down.” “I'll take the bet.” And Dick saw the money nlacid In tho hands of a stakeholder. He felt that, he was an object of interest to tho humblest hangers-on and emi loye< now, and his bhs d tingled in his veins with pleasure. This was another world altogether from Barnesville l'o.»rhous >. “Now, then,” said Ben, b. eking into tho green room. Tho man holding the black maros head released his grasp. The mare trotted into th • ring, tunic.l around once, threw her head up, then raised her heels. Tho movement was so quick Dick was almost unseated, Lut ho recovered himself in time. If it wasn’t for tho dress, ho said to himself, lie would be all right If ho only could ride like a man —wouldn't he . “welt” the mare into subjection. Everybody saw now there was to be J -"Twr ^- el contest between tho mare and wet? made by spectators that the | mare would throw tho rider. They ' were heard by Dick. The clown of clowns was making a great, deal of noiso, ! but his eyes were fastened upon Dick anxiously. He made an excuse to pass near the maie, and said to Dick: “You must conquer her now or never —the devil’s m her yet.” Then ho rolled like a hoop across the ring. Black Bess was backing, backing, trying to get tho bit between her teeth —backing—backing, when a blow on her nose made her mad with pain. Dick had cut square down her face as j hard, as wickedly as ho con d drive the blow with his cowhide whip, that was painted red and ornamented with a tassel looking harmless. The mare shot forward like an arrow i from a bow, and sped around tho ring, ! and as she galloped Dick held the. reins j tight, cutting her now on the haunch, ! now on the shoulder. 1 The ringmaster stood ail eyes in the ■ j center of the ring. '1 he attendants held i loops ready to spring as one man on tho i marc. The clown squatted near the ; circle the mare swept, looking apparentj ly open-eyed at the daring rider. r i The mare suddenly whirled around, ’ and as she swerved from her course rose ’ I on her hind feet straight in the air. I Dick clung to her mane; with one band « v va ... r 1: #tKn Atnnr Vin

he held on for life, as with the other ne plied the rawhide until the mare fell on all fours and whirled around in pain. The rawhide came down again and again, then the mare flew around the ring. Never did Bess gallop like that before. The multitude stood on their feet, women shrieked, the band ceased to play, and the attendants strove to check the mare in vain. It was now a question of endurance. Ben was striving to cat h Dick’s eye.

but in vail. The mare was flying so fast it was impossible. Dick felt that unless he did something soon, the mare might bolt into the green-room with him —and what might happen then he dare , not think. He had put the marc to her utmost S p CC d— now he would try to bring her in. Could he do it? If he succeeded lie woud be the wonder of the circus people—of the spectators. He resolved to do, or die in the attempt. The mare was going at the utmost limit of her speed. The sawdust rose in a gale behind him. The silence was significant—ominous. Dick took the reins in both hands, rose, Hung his right leg over the mare’s back, and settled himself for the work he had resolved upon. The multitude murmured. There was the faintest attempt at a cheer, which the cheerers quickly checked in their deep anxiety. Dick gave the reins a jerk—the mare paid no attention to it. He lot her have her head, slipped the cowhide into his right hand, brought the mare a tremendous cut over the face, then braced him- , self and jerked her bit with all the power ho could exert. The mare was stunned. She shook her head, checked her headlong speed—- , to receive another cruel cut across the ’ face. And again the bit was brought t down on her quivering flesh. Another 1 free rein, another savage welt, another bruised tongue and mouth, and the mare stopped—stopped so suddenly Dick nearly shot over her head.

M—b—am—— Then the mare stood quite still, and I everybody could see her veins swell as she trembled. Meanwhile Dich sat motionless—liko I a statue forgetting that the Queen of i Arabia was astride her steed. i nJ 1 ’ 116 c:ow n hastened to Dick's side, the ringmaster hastened to tho other side. R hen tho attendants gathered 10'..nd, and Dick, holding tho mare firmly, hit her repeatedly—but she never moved, or stirred. You ve done it now—any one can handle her after that.” said Mitchell. It was the first word of encouragement lit; had given Dick. I was bound to make her mind me this time, or die.” sa’d Dick proudly. •ts worth a hundred dollars cash in , hand,” said Ben as tho mare shivered. Dick dismounted. “L’ow—bow to them all around, ouiek.” said the clown. “Make your point every limo.” J Dick bowed tho vast audience, and tm n Ben. with all the < eference Ire could put in his manner, led Dick out of the ring. 1 he el.cers that followed them thundered in Dick’s ears until he was deafened. A man a bright-looking man, caught the clown just as he was ent ring the I green-ruom. “Introduce me, Ben.” i Dick looked at him; he forgot he was a woman for tho time until Ben coollv turned an 1 said: | “Miss Dick, permit ino to introduce an old friend, Mr Miller, of the—l y the way, you’re on the aln t you?” i >.«,£' r “» •»» paper ) ! "I suppose you’ll pul a siring or stuff , Hii a . bjUt Dick h ere—ldalia on tho |H.!> knjw — ; you.” “Sho's pretty as a picture,” said Miller in a low tone. “And as good as she is pretty, as my । wife will toll you Now, don’t overdo i the thing—just enough to clip,you know — that’s what tells, and helps us most. ; i And I’m sure Miss Dick will bo ever so much indebted to you ” “You have inado too much of it—l ‘ shall be very glad, indeed, to be able to render Miss Dick a service.. Any time, I she can command me freely.” Dick could < nly bow. Ho did not — | I could not trust himself to speak- Ho j cou d scarcity preserve his countenance ■ unt I h • was a good distance In tho greenroom the sat down on a camp i I sti o! and laughed until his eyes were wet with tear,. The attendants looked at him curiously. Some wondered if he was going to take “histrikes.” "See here—if you don’t know how to use a word, don't use it,” said Ben tart•ly “H> stericks. ” “'Well, it s the same In the end,” said one man. "Bunker you're a fool—Miss Dick is laughing at a young man who is in love with her ” Then the attendants roared and bent thmseives double. When Dick drew the clothes over him that night (ho slept in tho dressiug-ioom that night , he would not have exchanged places with a king. CHARTER XVII. IN WHICH DOUBLE DICK ACHIEVES A CHEAT THICMIH AND SEES A VISION. Dick was awakened the next morning by tomebody shouting loudly: ■ “\’ow ’' “ii! AH aliva_thero [ transportation for the “Monster Aggrel gation of Talent and Combined Curiosi- 1 : ties of the Entire Globe,” to quote from ' tho bills. Mr. Parisian Perks, as Ben Brown called the master of transportation, had condescended to play the part i “awkener. ” i Dick recognized Parisian Porks’ voice | —it was one that nobody who had ever heard it was likely to forget It was j like a fog-horn and nutmeg-grater combined—a good deal of grating to the I squeak, as the clown persisted in say- | ing. Other people likened Mr. Perks’ voice to a rag-machine -nobody liked it. Mr. Buckett, it will be observed, was liberal in titles. What with master of transportation, master of sustenance, master of equestriennes, master of the ! ring, master of the arena, this, that, and the other, they made a lot of titles 1 as awe-inspiring as ever dumbfounded a • lot of people ruled by a crazy king. ! B< n Brown, be it observed, refused to i accept the enchanting title of “Momus, Master of Mirth.” He would not have I it billed that way. What he wanted, s and stipulated in his agreement, was s three hundred dollars a month for self - i and wife, and lirst-class fare on all ' steamers and passenger cars, and first- . class hotels. : ! And the clown got it without a murmer, or attempt at rebate. • 1 i He did not remonstrate—how could

he? —when Buckett billed him as “the most excruciating jester the world ever saw—the Prince of Funmakers,” which his wife said was a modest announcement, considering he leaped higher and farther, rode better and faster, vaulted with more grace and < ase than any man in the company. “Look alive there! Such snorers—you d shake the rafters of heaven!” i Dick glanced out slyly. Yes, it was ! -r » ?_ • I» . !■» i arr rvl o CkHofl

Parisian Perks, with his gold-headed i cane in his hand. Dick wondered if he J slept with it. I “Tumble out! roll out! crawl out. anyway to g<“t out, ami give us the can- ; vas. Do you think you am turtles, and ■ ! count on carrying your cover with you? j Here it is almost ten o’clock!” (It was i ! barely five.) “Ten—ten o'clock, and I 1 we’re twenty-five miles from New York. Twenty-five miles and six finger-lengths. I can make the twenty-five miles easy—- ' what bothers me is the finger-lengths.” Dick smiled; nobody paid the least ' attention to Mr. Perks’ abjurgations. “What! Nobody stirring. Here, you loafers! Up, up, scoot, vanish, perambulate, make yourselves scarce!” | “Oh, go away, wi 1 yon, Perks!” ex1 claimed a voice that Dick quickly recog- . nized. i “That you. Brown? 'Pon my soul it’s ' gone five, for a fact.” “Well, I'm just ready for another nap, and I’m going t>have it.” “Nap! Hear him, ye gods! Been ■ sleeping there seven hours to my knowledge; now he wants a nap!” I “Fire away. Perks. ” “I will fire away. I'll bring the elc- : phant around.” . “It you do I’ll hiss my dog on you; so . move off now. Perks. Wove plenty of ; time. Confound you, because your conscience won’t let you sleep, you don t . want any one to enjoy a little rest.” . • Perks beat a retreat, and Dick, who , was now wide awake, listened to the • hum of voices in the kitchen, to the • drivers and tent men whom Perks had > “routed up.” ; I When the tent men awoke, they awoke : altogether, seemingly. They were very

much alive under Mr. Perks’ abjurgations and moving appeals. j Dick soon rose, and, washing himself, was surprised to meet Ben looking for hiii). He was surprised still more to ! see how quickly the “ten acres of canvas” disappeared like magic, j “About this time I take a drink,” said the clown, addressing his protege, tendering a cup to Dick. i “Thank you. I never tou?h it ” “O, you don't! Never drink fresh milk?” I “1-I thought it was whisky.” ■ 1 knew "hat you thought. : I here s lots of people who ought to , know better who think we drink heavy, i M hy, if I drank once a day, what do you suppose wou d become of my nerve? I I d lose my grip and eye in a year, rd go downhill—l d just naturally drop right out of the business ” Dick took the milk and emptied this cup. i “When I can get it, I take cream.” “I want to ask you one thing,” said Dick, shyly. “Do you rub yourself with . oil?” ; “Rub! Rnb! Every nisht I just swim, raet Bn kett keeps a whalerout just •to catch whales for the oil we use. It’s a great saving.” ! “You are laughirfg at me,” said Dick । “He don’t.” talk sense, Ben,” said the clown’s wire at that moment. i Here the master of equestrians put , his head into the green-room j “Breakfast, ladies and gentleman, in exactly five minutes.” j “No seconds to spare,” added Ben. “What makes you so lively this morning, Ben?” his wife asked, as she adjusted his cravat. “Nothing j articular that I know rm.’.K-nc’sUimjXning .1K- Uns t >n i 1 s next. ” Ben threw hfs head back, assumed a | pompous manner and said, in a high monotone that moved everybody near to ' uncontrollable laughter: “The great, world-renowned aerial sprite, or the ethe- ■ rial artiste—how would ‘etherialized’ 1 sound'?—the air endowed arch enchanti russ—that's alliterative—sounds beauti- ' ful—ldalia, the Arabian Queen, essaying extraordinary and unparalleled achievej ments. Why, Kate—we’ll paralyze the ; natives. Vivid posturing! Physical picI tures presented on horseback—all worth ' a doka" a word, and dirt cheap at that, i Vivacity united to grace—and—what goes with a ‘v,’ Kate?” | Suddenly a cry arose on the morning air. Tho clown looked around; tho j group at the entrance of the green-room ' s-altered; all looked at something in the i inclosuro back of the wagons, which were ready to move. Then the voice of Mitehell was beard: “Hi—hi, there—catch her with a Iood! . Loqk alive, there. ” “It's that devil, I bet,” said Ben, with knit brows as he ran out and raised him- ; self where he could see what caused the excitement “It isn’t Firefly, is it Ben'. ” “Well it is—and she's raising ” it jis unnecessary to add the word. “If I had my way, I'd shoot that devil before . she does any more harm!” , “Look out there! Look out!” The cries rose on all sides. The knot of riders near the green room mounted to places of safety. They were not a moment too soon, A I fiery-eyed, milk-white ■steed galloped madly, straight at the green-room. The I cries of those near it diverted her from I b,.v n t u ned j n ] ler tracks i posite direction, m, at a ! pace that threatened all near her. ! Dick had bolted to a clear place in the I inclosure, whence he could see all that j passed. The white steed rushed directly at him, with distended nostrils and slainI ing eyes. A number of drivers were folI lowing her, pursuing w.th loud cries of i warning. The clown’s face expressed anger. « | “I told Buckett that Mitchell would ; wish he hadn’t bought her.” “She will kill somebody before Buckett sells her,” said his wife. Meantime the white mare was taking tremendous strides. She was the em- ’ bodiment of fury and swiftness. Sho ; made a series of rushes that startled all who saw her. ! Suddenly she wheeled about and made i straight for D'ck. To all appearances Dick was stunned | —stupefied. In reality he was thinking I what he would do if the white mare I threatened him. Those looking on gave I the boy over to death. They expected I to see tho mare trampling him under i foot, tearing him with her teeth. ’ I What was their amazement when Dick i j suddenly vaulted squarely upon the • । mare’s back and grasped her inane with i both hands. - । "He will be killed, Ben—save him!"

exclaimed the clown’s wife. But now Dick’s practice with the colts at the poorhouse proved useful to him in a manner he did not demonstrate with Black Bess. [to be continued.]

Heresy Tw , Centuries Ago. Theological controversies still appar to be bitter, but how mild they would seem to the early settlers of this country! The pending disputes render very timely the publication, by the New York Learner and Teacher, of the following letter, which is claimed to be genuine, I and the original of which is said to be in 1 a book of records, dating from early in liioo to 1749, and kept in an old Quaker meeting house in Greenpoint, Ik L: “SEPTEMBER 15, 1682. i “To ye aged and beloved—Mr. John HigI gin son: “There be now at sea a ship, called the ! Welcome, which has on board an hundred I or more of the heretics and malignants I called Quakers, with W. Penn, who is the chief scamp, at the head of them. “The General Court lias accordingly given secret orders to Master Malachi Huscott, of the brig Porpoise, to waylay the said Welcome slyly, as near the Cape of Cod as may be. ami make captive the said Penn and his ungodly crew, so that the Lord may be glorified, ami not mocked on the soil of this new country with the heathen worship of these people. “Much spoil can bo made by selling the whole lot in Barbadoes, where slaves fetch i good prices in ram and sugar, and we shall i not only do the Lord great service by punishing the wicked, but wo shall make great good for h's minister and people. “Master Huscott feels hopeful, and I will set down the news when ship comes back. “Yours in ye bowels of Christ. “Cotton Mather.” We feel bound to say that this letter has rather too strong a flavor of a later ■ century, and a more unregenerate humor, i to justifv its hasty acceptance as authen--1 tic.' But whether this be a true biil or ' not, it is a matter of history that only a ' little more than a century before this ; date —to wit, on the 27th of October, . 1553 —Servetus was burned at the stake । in Geneva, Switzerland, at the instiga--1 tion of Calvin, because he taught doctrines in which Calvin did not believe. —• . New York Even nj Post,