Bloomington Telephone, Volume 14, Number 6, Bloomington, Monroe County, 21 June 1889 — Page 2

A NAJSROW TALK.

BT BOBSBT G. XNGEBSOLT Life Is a narrow vale betw een the cold And barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look 1eyond the bights, We cry aloud : the onlr answer Is the echo of our wailing cry. From the voiceless lips of the unreplying dead There comes no word ; but in the night of death Hope sees a star, and listening love can hear The rustle of a wing. These myths were born of hopes, and fears, and

tears, And smiles ; and they were touched and colored

Bv all tiiere is of joy and grief between The rosy dawn of birth and death's sad night. They clothed even the stars with passion, And gave to gods the faults and frailties Of the sons of men. In thorn the winds And waves were mu&io, and all the lakes and

Streams, springs, mountains, woods, and per

fumed dells Were haup ted by a thousand fairy forms.

1 RECONCILIATION. W J V Dr. Gray, R. D. Sc., was very clever, very irascible, and he had but few intimate friends. Not, however, because he was irascible, for it was by fits and starts only that he snapped and snarled; but because he was unsociable, and the habits of the recluse grew upon him, and each year of the ten he had lived alone in his mode st flat in Mordicamp Mansions he had withdrawn more and more from society, and the few friends who really loved and admired him were sad at heart, for the clever doctor was only just forty, and his dark hair ought not to be turning gray so rapidly; and there was a look in his beautiful, keen eyes sometimes that made sentimental women when they caught it, which was not often, say he had tta story." And so he had, but the book wherein it was written down was closed and put away ten years ago, before he became famous before he came to Mordicamp Mansions. One or two old friends, such as Tom Teesdale and his wife, knew the story, and willingly j? would they have written the chapter, which was still untold, in their own way. But the doctor stoutly declared that it would never be written while he lived and what could the kindest friend do or say but just listen to him and sumbit? When the story began, as stories so often do, with a tender and even romantic love passage, Marmaduke Gray had not reaehe4 the professor's chair which he now so ably filled, but it was well known that honors and distinctions were before him. Indeed, for his age he was one of the most gifted among many able compeers, and a most delightful companion if only you could get him away from his microscope and specimens, wet and dry living and daad. He was just on the point of perfecting the deductions made from the discoveries that followed the patient lator of years (how his fine eyes sparkled and how the words poured from his eloquent lips as he talked of his work!) when the fiat above his own was let, and every nerve quivered when he heard a piano-tuner at work in the room over his study. For days and days lefore the professor spoke of his grievance, the Teesdales knew something had gone wrong.

Then it all came out bit by bit, and it had to do with the tenant on the third floor. "She plays the piano from morning till night," he said one evening as he walked up and down Mrs. Teesdaie's drawing-room. It was then about 8 o'clock. "But with a padded ceiling surely the sound is muffled? "Intensified, you mean? The padding is a fraud! Why did she take that flat?9 and the professor's long slender fingers routed up his hair. It was cropped dose, so he could not do much harm. "Yon are sure it is a woman ?" "Yes. I read her Lame on the indicator in the hall Mis. Vernon. And she is always at home." Silence for a few seconds, then he added, with a funny little break in his voice not the sort of sound one would expect from a professor : 44 1 should not mind so much if she did not play her music It seems like retribution that I should be condemned to listen to it every day, and yet not not from Margery." Mr. and Mrs. Teesdale exchanged a rapid glance. It was the first time the professor had uttered that name for years. "How I used to abominate Chopin and all his works V9 the clear voice, with now a pathetic note in it, went on, and the professor's eyes sparkled almost as if they were wet. As he reached the far end of the room in his walk he was seen to take out his handkerchief, but when he passed once more into the circle of light the man of science was himself again. "I am not going to bear it much longer," he said, in & cool, mstter-of-fact tone. "If she insists upon playing all day long I must move. Fancy being driven from a comfortable home by a tingling piano V9 "Do not be in a hurry. You will get accustomed to it in time." u Accustomed !" The professor was getting cross. "I have done my best." Mrs. Teesdale smiled; ahe knew what his best was. "I set viy will to work to force myself not to listen, and I might have succeeded if " "If she had not played like Margery." The professor started as if he had been struck by a bullet. "You must not speak of her I he cried oat. "But you said her name yourself this moment, you inconsistent mortal!" "Very likely; but that is no reason for supposing that I can bear it from you." r "But you ought to bear it, and what is more, you ought to put an end to this estrangement. I belkive you are just as fond of her as you were ten years ago." "Fond of her! What put that into your head? I am not the man I was ten years ago. I have no time for love and nonsense.9 "Please answer my question." You did not ask or e." "Pardon me. I aak'd youifyou were noi in love? There! I wonder if any one wer saw a professor blushing before?" "Pish! Bubbish! You make me look like a fool ! the professor grumbled; and he filing himself into a chair, and took up a newspafr wherewith he screened his face,

"You cannot deny that she was a very pretty woman,1 he was heard to mutter, as he presently turned the sheet. Mrs. Teesdale knew ler man. She let him alone for ten minutes, and then challenged him to a game of chess. As they arranged the piece the professor said: "I sent a polite message the day before yesterday, statinc the hoars at

which I am out every di.y; and I asked, as a great favor, that sh j would practice during my absence," "A very sensible suggestion. "What did she say ?" The professor langhe 1 his celebrated sardonic laneh. She vas verv rude said she never received ir essages through servants, and that if I l ad any request to make I must make it in person." "Beware! It is a pirn! Sho wants to see the celebrated professor of physi

ology! You need not frown. I saw a woman buying your plotograph at the stereoscopic the other lay. Now, you are caught in your ot ii net, for you know you never admit 'hat woman are foolish." "But what am I to do about Mrs. Vernon's piano?" "My dear fidgety professor, I cannot imagine you climbing u; Mrs. Vernon's stairs; knocking at Mrs Vernon's door; and begging of Mrs. Vernon to give up Chopin because he interrupts your scientific studies! If sle happens to be niee-looking M "Go on," the professor breaks in. "You have the move." Then, as he absently followed Mrs. Teesdaie's lead, he muttered half aloud: "Two lives were shipwrecked by Mr. Chopin before; at least mine was." The game lasted barely ten minutes, and the professor wasb3aten. "A poor victory," said Mrs. Teesdale; "I believe you were thinking all tie time of Mis. Vernon and her piano. "I was not thinking of Mrs. Vernon." He snapped the word.; out quite viciously, and presently bide his friends good-night. Standing in the open doorway, half in and half out, he spoke again. "I shall send you my new address when I move," he said. "I know it will come to that.r There was work waitiig for him when he got home, but lie was not in the mood for work. He openei some letters which had come for him by the last post ; gushing epistles, some of them from women who followed the fashion in running after the cleverest rnd most attractive man of his day. Strange to say, these letters did not make him angry. Gentleness and mleraion for women seemed to increase and multiply in him as his frame grew ; but not one of the many fair ones who bur it incense before him could flatter herself that he was falling in love. He vas charming in ever mood, and nearly always pleasant of speech. Now and th n came a crush

ing rebuke or a withering sarcasm, but immediately alter fo lowed the old sweet pleasant smile th it each woman tried hard to win for herself. Whether

in good temper or bacl, Dr. Gray was

fascinating.

He was not very sxtiable, however,

this evening, for ae was vexed at his in

ability to work. Events in his life which he had told hire self were dead and buried came crowding upon his clear and well-ordered brain. Memory played him fastastic t ricks. Imagination, more capricious than memory, filled his study with the sweetest,

brightest pictures, and made his heart beat as it had beaten len years before when He took up books o:ie after another and flung them here and there about the room; for, just as the mental picture was farest and most adcrable just as in imagination he felt two soft arms round his neck and saw two sweet eyes looking into his own, some :ne stirred in the room overhead, ard immediately one of Chopin's wild waltzes filled the air about him. The vision s conjured up by memory and fancy fled, and the profes"sor, with an indescribable expression on his face, leaned his elbws on the table and propped up his herd with a cheek on either had. Five minutes ten, passed thus; then he got up quietly and looked at his watch. It was nearly half-past ten. "It is rather late to call on a strange womdn," he said; "but I have no time by day, and if ihis goes on 1 shall go man. Why in the nam e of all that's distracting must she play that music?4 He picked up the books that he had flung about; touched some articles upon his study table without knowing that he did so, then went to the door, opened it, and stood for a moment or two irresolute, with the sound of Mrs. Vernon's piano still iu his ears. The next moment he was out on the public staircase and had begun the ascent to the third floor. To ring Mrs. Vernon s bell, to be admitted and to find himself at her drawing-room door was the work of a few seconds. He got rid of the sleepylooking servant by saying that that her mistress expected him; and, as she disappeared down the passage, he knocked. A voice said: "Come ii," but the playing did not cease. He went in, and still Mrs. Vernon played on. She did not look roupd. She thought it was the servant who had come in to fetch something. The professor felt tsxceediagiy uncomfortable; when Mrs. Vernon told him to come and ask her himself to arrange her practice for the hours he was absent, he knew the did not mean him to come at 10 :3d p. m. "Madam," he began, "allow me to apologize " The lady at the piano she had her back to him, and the room was so dimly lighted that she sat in deep shadowgave a start, but she did not look round, and she did not stop playing. The professor felt so obviously in the wrong that courtesy, tact and temper deserted him, at the same moment. But he made a fresh start. "Madam," he repeated, "I do not intrude upon you for pleasure. I como because you refuse to receive a message, and I cannot wait until to-morrow. Will you allow me to make my request and to be gone? Your music is distracting." With a clashing of chords, and a sudden sweep of her fingers over the keys, Mrs. Vernon stopped closed the piano pressed her hands for a moment to

her temples rose and faced her visitor. She was a beautiful woman in the very fullest bloom of life ad loveliness; small of stature (so small indeed that the professor looked tall beside her, and he was by no means a giant), but exquisitely formed and very graceful. Her line gray eyes had a mischievous light in them as" she bent them upon the startled man who had already retreated a step or two, but there was a note of suppressed pain in her voice as she said: "I am sorry time has nbt lessened your antipathy to my music, Marmaduke." The professor said not a word; but, before Mrs. Vernon could evade hirri, he caught he in his arms and kissed her, as ten years before he had kissed her on their wedding day. "Margerv! Mv wife!" he cried at

length, as he held her from him to look into her eyes. What he read therein must have satisfied him (and he was hard to please, all his pupils knew), for he drew her into his arms again, and, being stronger than she, she could not get away. "But you hate Chopin still," she said at last; "and my rival, the microscope, is more formidable than ever." "You may play Chopin from morning until night if you will forgive me and love me again, Margery." "You have more to forgive than I," the true woman answered, as she put up her hand and gently stroked the face which looked older and more marred than when she had seen it last; "I am ashamed when I think how horrid I was. But, let me whisper it, I thought you loved those dreadful worms and things better than you did your wife, and I was afraid I was too young, and " "And so we lost ten years of happiness," he answered as her voice broke with a sob, but, although his voice was sad and rather stern, he stooped and fondly kissed away the mist of tears from her eyes. It was some days before the Teesdales heard anything from the professor. Then came a note from him,

from the Isle of Wight. "I found Margery playing Chopin on the third floor." he wrote. "The microscope has a holiday, and we are enjoying a second honeymoon. I like it." Quoth Mr. Teesdale: "She's a million times too good for that cantankerous little book-worm.' Qubth Mrs. T. : "I am sure I hope she "will be sensible now and treat him properly. Too good for him ! Good gracious! Why, he is a perfect angel. I do not know a woman fit to tie his shoes." Margary was of the same opinion, but she always tied the professor's. It's Easy to Keep House in Japan. Life in Japan has its compensations. A young lady who recently married an Englishman, a tea merchant, writes home of her Oriental housekeeping : "We have five servants," she says, "at the same cost of employing two in New York. I am looked upon as positively ornamental, and am not expected to even think about the daily household routine. I have had to get used to the amusing deference my retainers accord me. Invariably every night at bedtime' the five appear and prostrate themselves before me as a good night ceremony. I had great difficulty to preserve my dignity on the initial performance of this

singular custom, but I have grown used to it now, and am as solemn as the occasion requires. The other day on one of my rare visits to the kitchen f dropped my handkerohief and left the room without discovering my loss. A few moments later, seated in my own room. I heard a whispering outside the door, followed by the entrance of my maid and the waitress, the former bearing a .small salver upon which rested the bit of cambric. It was gravely presented, and then both withdrew. I learned afterward from my maid that ins presence on the kitchen floor created a great commotion below stairs. There was an animated discussion as to whom belonged the great honor of restoring it to me, the cook claiming the privilege on-the ground that it was found in his domaiu. Finally a compromise was effected. The cook reverently picked it up and placed it on the salver, the waitress bore this to the doo:r of my room and then consigned it to the maid, who, being my personal servitor, was the only one who could rightfully restore a personal belonging. Fancy al1 this fuss about a handkerchief which most New York Bridgets or Susans would have quietly pocketed." Reined by Literary Mania. A follow may get over general debility, renew exhausted vitality and come out in a very astonishing way after a case of small-pox, but if he has the literary craze in nine cases out of ten his case in hopeless. The victim of this disease will waste enough time and labor to make him a fortune if expended in a business-like way, and have nothing to show for it. I recall an instance as I write. Some years ago I met a gray-haired professor, who informed me confidentially that he was writing A Reply to Uncle Tom's Cabin." "It will vindicate the South," he said, "and paralyze the North, The book will be a sensation, sir." bc professor wrote industriously. He gave up his school and devoted himself to his book. Finally he finished it. "I know it is good," he said, "because my wife read it and praised it highly. " The poor man spent his savings, and had to sell his little home, but the book never came out. Dissappointid and almost heart-broken, its author died, leaving a helpless family and no property except hU "Reply to Uncle Tom's Cabin." Atlanta Constitution. lie Fatigued Her. "When people are very much fatigued," remarked Jdthalinda De Wiss to Fitzpercy, "they can usually uleep, I believe." "Invariably, I should say," replied Fitzpercy. "Why do you ask?" "Olthdught that when I heard of another case of insomnia I would recommend you as a remedy.'1 Nearly 37,000,000 babies are born in the world every year.

THE AttlZOXA KICKER.

; Some Valuable SujfsesUous and Iteflnctions.

We extract the following from the Arizonia Kicker: A Remedy. We would suggest to the Postmaster General that he drop a line to the postmaster of this town reading: Maj. Bill Perkins Sir: Either attend to biz or git, and I'd a little rather you'd git. So would the people of your town. Yours truly, and don't be over a week making up your mind w hat course to take."

Too PiiEViors. Ever since Harrison's election Col. Hank Taylor, of this town, has been sweating the color out of Ins blue suspenders in rum ing after office. The office he wanted was boss of the Custom House, and ho has been liguriug that if he got it he would raise asparagus in his front yard, horseradish in the back, and put on all the style they do in Chicago It was enly yesterday that he suddenly became aware of the fact that we have no custom house here for him to boss. What he had always supposed was a government institution of the kind turned out to be Desnoyer's storage house for bones. Col. Hank has our sympathy in i:his his hour of deepest trial, but that's the best we can do. Wo are in no situation to either lend him a shirt or trust him for groceries. It Made Us Sad. Mrs. Judge Shiver passed the Kicker office at 11 o'clock Tuesday night in a state of happy inebriation, being on her way home from a high lager beer given by Mrs. Prof. Westonhouse at her elegant mansion on Bronco Place. Mrs. Judge was dragging her new" bonnet along the ground by the starboard tie and softly singing about pansy blossoms. We were sitting on the front steps in the gentle moonlight, thinking of the f ast and gone, and the event saddened us more than we can express. We had a mother once. She was not beautiml, and splitting wood while our dear father talked politics at the grocery made her lop-shouldered, but she was good and temperate. Suppose she had beer, in the habit of gitting slewed? Where would we have been to-day ? Instead of being at the head of a great weekly paper like the Kicker, which also runs a harness shop, grocery, feed store, and bazaar in connection, all under one economical management and the same roof, we should doubtless have inhabited a convict's garb in some state prison. Veni, vidi curantor, which, if Ave remember correctly, means : ''The mother makes the man what he is'"

A Suggestion. We have nothing in particular against the government, neither do we wish Indian Agent Babcock any harm. It seems to be our dutyt however, to call the agent's attention to the fact that he is making an ass of himself and that he can resign any time within the next three weeks. If we were running this government we'd run him head first into the soil about the first thing we took hold of after breafast Monday morning. Thanks. Judge Burrows entered the Kicker office tfhe other day in his usual quiet and dignified manner and had three cucumbers on our table and withdrew. They are of his own raising, and of superior breed and finish. We thank the judge from the bottom of our heart. Such things prove to the editor that he is not forgotton. We shall publish a two-column sketch of the judge next week.

Unknown Friends. Some time during Monday night some kind-hearted but unknown friend left a piece of rope about iifteen feet long, beautifully noosed, on our steps as a present for our faithful work in this community. We took it in and shall treasure it highly. The editors of the World, Herald, Times, and other New York sheets toil from sun to sun and are hardly known by name. Scarcely a day passes that we do not receive dead-bead tickets and beautiful little mementoes to prove that the busy world is not too busy to remember us. Cum solis. Which means, 'tis well. Detroit Free Press.

think that everything that has been eaid about his bravery and his grim determination to be a hero to the very last has not been exaggerated at all. To one who saw him during his trial and it was one of the most severe trials any one could have ho appeared to be the typical hero. He suffered fxom a disease which did not interfere with any of the functions of life, and left the man open to view himself introupectively with apparently no Jiind ranee. Death had gripped him by the threat, as it were, yet during that tiroe he never complained ard would often speak calmly of the approaching end, just as a person would speak about going on an ordinary journey. Ee was the type of a thoroughly well-educated mail who, like all educated men, did not expect impossible things to occur, and knowing that he had to die he faced it bravely. Ho stated to me one day: I have been thinking of taking this journey all my life, and now that the time has come I am ready to startd This was the only reference I ever hear,' him make to his approaching end. His great idea was to be free from pain if possible, and he asked me if it could be guaranteed, thus showing that his mind was fully made up to the inevita-

j ble character of the disease, and the j end that was to come. I assured him

that it was quite possible, and we kept our promise. He died without pain, which was his reward. He faced the music like the grand old soldier that he was. He was no doubt buoyed up by the sympathy of his friends. He would sit aid look off in the distance in a sad and dreamy sort of way which impressed those about him with the fact that his thoughts were beyond the line of time. To sum up, he was a type to all the world of how a man can meet death with calmness and bravery. How They Find Gold in South Africa, Something like the excitement over alleged discoveries of gold in Lower California is attending similar news from the Transvaal, in South Africa. The diggings there are reported to be enormously rich, and a swarm of prospectors is flocking to the field. As revealing a hitherto unsuspected vein of imagination and lightsome humor on. the part of the Boers, the current story of the discovery of the gold field is interesting. It was first published in the Transvaal Advertise A well-known resident of the republic, it is said, while out hunting one morning, saw a koodoo bull, which he tried to stalk. After he had slightly wounded the animal, and while he was

i riding after i: down a stonv declivity,

his horse stumbled, he was thrown and his rifle was broken. A t this the koodoo turned and attacked the man, knocking him down and attempting to kneel on him. By holding the animal's forelegs the man kept the buck upright, but the animal's horns had evidently entered the bank for some distance and its head was held down close upon the man's breast. The animal seemed as anxious as the mau to get the horns loose, but was evidently helpless, the horns being held fast to the ground. Held thus, unable to move, man and beast remained in the broiling sun all that day. At nightfall jackals and wolves came prowling about, and even brushed against the man and sprang upon the buck. But the yells of the man and the kicks of the buck kept them at bay until dawn, when they slunk away. Soon after daylight a rifle shot was heard, and a bullet slightly wounded the man in the forehead. By waving his handkerchief and shouting he prevented further firing, and the hunter, who had at first seen only the buck, came up and learned the real situation. Wishing to take the animal alive, he hurried off to the nearest iarm, and brought back men with ropes and shovels, wJio bound the buck and extricated the man. But when the horns were at last freed there were found upon each a mass of metal, which, being removed, prove to be nuggets of gold, weighing respectively eight and six and one-half pounds. This led to the discovery of a rich gold field. Any one doubting the entire accuracy of this story can make further inquiries at the office of the Transvaal Advertiser. New York Sun.

A BEAK'S YIS1I.

Burdett's Advice to a Young Man. So you were a little too pert, and spoke without thinking,, did you, my son ? And you got picked up right suddenly on your statement, eh? Oh well, that's all right; that happens to older men than you, every day. I have noticed that you have a very positive way of filing a decision where other men state an opinion,' and you frequentl y make a positive assertion where older men merely express a belief. But never mind ; you are young. You will know less as you grow older. "Don't I mean you will know more?" Heavin forbid, my boy. No indeed, I mean that vou will know lass. You will never know riore than you do now; never. If you live to be 10,000 years old, you will never again know so much as you do now. No hoary-headed sage whose long and studious years were spent in reading men and books, ever knew so much as a boy of your age. A girl of fifteen knows about as much, but then she ireta over it sooner and more

easily. "Does it cause a pang then, to j

get rid of early knowledge ? Ah, my boy, it does. Pullirg eye teeth and molars will seem like pleasant recreation alongside of shedding off greet solid slabs and layers of wisdom and knowledge, that now press upon you liktt geological strata. "But how are you to get rid of all this superincumbent wisdom?" Oh, easily enough, my boy; just keep on airing it; that's the best way. It won't stand constant use, and it disintegrates rapidly on exposure to air. Brooklyn Eagle. Brave iu the Face of Death. Who was the bravest person in th& face of death you have ever seen ?" was asked of Dr. Schrady, . who attended Gen. Grant, in his last illness. "Gen. Grant, promptly replied the great physician. Gen. Grant in his lost illness was an example of a man who could face death wittiout fear. Grant was a man who had faced deati many a time and had schooled him&elf to expect it. He wati prepared iu every way for it, and I

Joy Restored Her. Mrs. Sarah Smith is 60 years old and has lived with her son by her first husband, Arthur Jollif, in Dedham, Mass. One day hist September she suddenly remarked to her daughter-in-law : "Why, there is George (meaning her younger son), and I must go to him. He is calling me. I must go. Poor George, I shall not desert you." "Why, mother, Georpre is not out there," eaid her daughter-in-law, as she stepped to the window and looked out. "I know better," replied Mrs. Smith; "he was colling to me to come to him." Mrs. Jollif said no more, thinking that perhaps George had passed the house, and proceeded with her household duties. While thus engaged, unobserved by her, Mrs. Smith went out of the house, undoubtedly . in search of her son, whom she supposed was waiting for her, and continued on up the street, imagining that she would overtake him. She walked to Boston, where she was found, sick and exhausted, in the street, and cared for at the hospital. With her mind still clouded she claimed to have wmndered from England, and begged to be sent back to that country. The British Consul provided for her passage, and she embarked on one of the ocean steamers for Liverpool. A few days before Mrs. Smith took passage for Liverpool her son George had hired on board a cattle steamer, which was; plowing the sea in advance of the ste amer in which his mother sailed George Jollif got into port in early morning, a-nd with many others stood upon the wharf to nee the Boston passengers laud. His eyes became fixed on a frail figure of an elderly woman making her way along to the wharf. The form looked familiar to his eyes, and they were not deceived, for when she had come rvithin embracing distance he had her in his strong arms, shouting, ''Mother, mother 1" Recognition on th part of the mother as immediate, and in the reunion her rt Mn returnee? unclouded. The mother and son went to the house of relatives in London, where titty are now staying.

He limits for Eatables In a Km tacky School- Hoqmw Miss Sarah Jarvis teaches the Mount Welcome school in the northeastern part of the county, twelve miles from here, says a letter from Barboursville, Ky. That region is mountainous and wild and the school building is pitched at the foot of a high hill covered with a dense forest. The old-fashioned spelling bee is still fashionable in this part of the State and it is also a practice at the school on Friday evening to divide the pupils into two classes and allow them to spell against each other. Miss Jarvis had adhered religiously to this custom. Last Friday evening there was the usual spelling match at Miss Jarvis' school. The building in which she teaches is of logs, with several windows coming down within two feet of the ground. The match had been of more than usual interest, the strength of the two sides being pretty nearly equal. One of the pupils had just spelled such a lone and difficult word that the others had applauded. As the noise ceased there was a scratching sound at one of the windows in the rear of the house. "Go and drive that dog away," said Miss Jarvis to one of the boys. The boy walked back to the window, shoved up the sash, and leaned out to strike at the animal. When he thrust his head out he gave a yell and rushed back to the middle of the room. Startled by the boy's action Miss Jar vis herself ran toward the window to see what was the matter. Before she reached it a black, hairy head was thrust into the aperture. and she plainly recognized a black bear. The pupils, too, saw tho animal. There was a stampede at once. All rushed for the door end in a moment were out of the room and the school-house. Miss Jarvis is a cool woman and st.e retained her coolness, She took ewe of the young cliildren and kept the crowd together. When she saw that thev were not followed by the bear the alarm subsided. Jake Woodson, a farmer, lives about a mile from the Mount Welcome school building, and Miss Jarvis informed him of the raid of the bear. Jake shouldered his rifle and followed by his 19-year-old son Henry, who had a doublebarreled shot-gun, went to the schoolhouse. He found the door open and the bear on his haunches in the middle of the room placidly chewing several spelling books and first readers. A single shot from Jake's rifle dispatched him. The bear was not a large one atid was also very thin, evidently having been on short rations for some time. Woodson, who is an old woodsman, says that the bear had been forced by hunger to come down from the thick forests on the hill. An Industrious Squirrel A D anbury farmer points to the squirrel as affording an instance of agility, quickness, and hard work. Last fall he stored several bushels of butternuts in the second story of his corn house, and recently he noticed that they were disappearing much faster than the legitimate demands for his family supply warranted. He discovered soon afterward that a small red squirrel had round a hole under the eaves of the building, and was stocking her store-hou&e with the nuts the farmer had gathered. As an experiment to learn how rapidly the squirrel had worked, he removed all but twenty of the nuts and set a watch upon them. Six hours later every nut was gone. The distance from the cornhouse to the tree where the squirrel had its nest was just eighty rods. In going for a nut and returning with it the sprightly little animal had to travel a distance of one hundred and sixty rods. Computation showed that the theft of the twenty nuts required just ten miles of travel. But this did not include all. Several times dogs frightened the squirrel, and it had to turn back, and twice the family cat got after it, requiring it to take a circuitous route to reach the store-house. The neat was examined soon afterward, and a big, fat, lazy male squirrel was found snoozing quietly while his little mate was erforming prodigious feat to supply hiin with food. The Parsoa tTas Bight After AIL Elder Thompson, the famous Univer safist preacher who died some years ago, was once asked to marry a couple whqse religious views were at variance with his own. After the ceremony the Iridogroom expressed his entire satisfaction with the service. "I don't see, he said, "that yon could have done it any better if you'd believed in a helLw A little theological discussfcn followed; in thich Elder Thompson advanced the

iaea mat a man gets ms neii in wis woi ld.w Two years after Father 1 hompson met the mau again. " You remember you married me? the man said. "Yes."

nd that I said I hoped it would be

um as nappy a marriage as if you be

Hefved in a hell?"

( You said something like that.1'

nd that vou said some folks trot; all

theifv hell in this world?w "I might

uave skid so"

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Ihe Iventhr 0r the Barbed Wirt Femce

The barrxilwire patents, which have netted fortune to their owners, have an interesting history. The first patents were issued to a man named Kelly, living down east. Afiiout two years later a jrarmer at Dekalb, HI., conceived the idea of keepiug his unruly cattle in the pasture by "put?" sh?rt Vrbs ! wire and then tstiu& .xt lfch Paia wire. This is no m the market aa the Gidden wir? beinf named after its inventor, Joseph?1 Gidden. One day while he was out experimenting with it neighbor goinfc h7 shouted: "Joe, you better be ou hairerin in your oat instead of foolin way 7nr itb patents ! (iiddi?n thought otherwise, end in less thai1 f 7 a bonus of $60,000 Wlth thf guarantee of a royalty on all under hl Patent In one year his ravalfcieB exceeded $174 000. They made a ifce in persburg the other day which 12-year old boy 350 feet ir fce air w1" hanging to its tail. Wien he 8 dowi again he was sick of fciS forevenaor