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THE BOSTON BOY’S FOURTH. “On thk Fourth,” little Emerson Copley Remarked, “I trust you will all bear in jnind The request that I make. It is small, I Am sure ; A trifle, in fact, you will find. I merely would ask that you purchase no punk, No dps or producers of noise With any intention of lowering me . To t(ie level of commonplace boys. “On the Fourth of July,” he .continued, ‘to me There is nothing so palpably tame As crackers, torpedoes and kindred affairs, Wheji fired in Liberty’s name. The popping they make is incompetent Quite To l eep pace with my patriot’s zeal, And I frankly confess that they never give vent To the joy that I inwardly feel. Sil' “So allow me,” said he, “on the Fourth of July ToJperuse, undisturbed in my den, That (document famous which years ago came Frojm the studious Jefferson’s pen. Do tms. and at eve J will gladly appear, The fireworks costly to see. For t ie rockets’ red glare and the bombs P in the air Wi l remind me of Francis Scott Key.” —Ne Iv York Sim. an Amusing fourth incident. How Indians Were Treated to .' iiinmuia as War Medicine. Wiiat promised to be the dreariest Fourth of July in my life ended in being one of the most amusing. I was Bent to the Indian country on Milk river, Montana, to deliver some annuities, and had to wait several weeks for- the Indians to come in from their hunting expedition. The Assiniboine Indians came straggling into camp one by one, and hung around my camp wtih undisguised curiosity. I had a headache, and took a quart bottle of ammonia frop my medicine- chests and sniffed at the cork. I knew how to mystify thei Indians, and I did a couple of side steps, rolled my eyes, jerked my body, and pointer my finger to the cardinal poilnts before taking the • dose. The Indians were delighted at my pantomime of war medicine. I told thom that whoever took that medicine, coijld never be killed in war, but that I was afraid they would join forces with the Sioux and fight against me .if 1 1 gave them that dose. I knew them to be the greatest foes of the Sijrnx, but of course I had to be coaxed into giving away my wonderfug charm. After much persuasion I finally agreed to do it, s but bargained that it (must not be taken in/the presence of! others. It was so powerful that n<> novice could take the white man’s medicine with others watching him. Os course that made a hit with the Indians at once, and there were many volunteers to be number one. » ; I selected the chief. He walked into niy*tent, and I began my mysterious phsses at him. In the meantime I had two quart bottles before me. One contained water and* the other ammonia. I made him understand that ajt the end of my speech, when I clap-ped-my hands, he was to take a deep Breath and inhale the war fc medicine is soon as I removed the glass stopper. I don’t believe a motion was lost pn the Indian; they are good imitators. Pgave three war whoops and made my extemporaneous speech. Then I clapped my hands, pulled the cork, and thrust the ammonia under the chief’s nose._ He took a long, deep breath as directed, and fell backward as one dead. When he revived there were tears rolling down his cheeks, and I ex-

pected to .more fun that Fourth, but hire I had not reckoned »’ on the Indian’Vvgense of humor. That chief went out and was as dumb as an oyster about his treat- , ment, and so close did they keep the secret that every Indian in the camp , came into that tent singly and took his war medicine without a murmur. — Gen. C. A. Woodruff. Kind! L Big Jimmy (to little Mickey)—Because I like youse, I’ll shoot off all yer fireworks fer yer an’ not charge yer a dern penny! MAKING BOMAN CANDLES. Indispensable Adjuncts to a Proper Fourth of July. In America the manufacture of fireworks has become almost a fine art, and no doubt the youth of our country could find this sort of expression for their patriotic enthusiasm on the Fourth of July without drawing on the products of foreign ingenuity. A glance at the catalogue of any one of the twelve or fifteen large firms engaged .in making fireworks in this country discloses almost endless lists of devices. Every one knows what a Roman candle is, but few know how this indispensable adjunct of a Fourth of July celebration is made. First of all in the making dSmes the pasteboard cylinder, which is plugged up at one end with clay. After the clay comes a small charge of powder. Then a “star” is pushed down tight on the powder, and charges oL powder and stars alternate until the cylinder is filled. Then a "fuse is attached which communicates with the powder nearest the top of the cylinder, which, when it is exploded, sends its star sailing upward. A fuse running through the candle connects other charges of powder with the first and explodes them one at a time, each one

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shooting out the star which -is next above it. The stars are made of chemical mixtures, which vary with the colors which nre produced. A red star is sometimes made by mixing four parts of dry nitrate of strontia and fifteen parts of pulverized gunpowder. Copper filings change the color to green. Rosin, salt and a small quantity of amber make it yellow. Small particles of zinc change it to blue, and another and perhaps better red can be made by using a mixture of lampblack and niter. Fourth of Joly Dialogrue. Wilfred McGonigle—Say, Spectacles, didjer ha’ enny firewoiks on de Fourt’? Edwin Bostonbeens —Most assuredly, and among the heterogeneous collection I had some elongated circular paste-board tubes that emitted varicolored spheres. Wilfred McGonigle—Say, dem’s Roman candles yer mean, ain’t dey? Edwin Bostonbeens —Precisely, and then I had other 4 cylindrical pyrotechnics with cone shaped apexes which, upon being ignited, sailed with velocity toward the empyrean regions and Wilfred McGonigle—Can’t yer say skyrockets? Den wot? Edwin Bostonbeen —Then I had variegated spheroids that revolved incessantly, with celerity discharging fiery asterisks that split into diverging lines as they sallied into the atmosphere. ' You may rest assured that I enjoyed those effulgent phenomena. Wilfred McGonigle—l like pinwheels myself. Did yer hav’ enny red lights or green lights? Edwin Bostonbeens —Not that I am cognizant of, but we had several demonstrations of radium and helium. Wilfred McGonigle—Say, Specsy, let’s set a match to some of dem words and see if dat lankwidje don’t explode. —New York Tribune. How They Celebrated. Said the belfry: “Clang! Clang!” Said the crackers: “Kap ! Rap! Said the brass cannon : "Whang!” Said the torpedoes: ‘“Snap!” Said the sky rockets; “Whizz!” Said the candles: “Sh! Pitt!’ Said the small pinwheels : “Fizz !” Said the big ones : “Whir ! Witt!” Said grandma : “There, there !” Said father: “Boys! Boys!” Said mother: “Sake care!” Said cook: “Such a noise!” Said Puss: “Gracious me!” Said Towser : “Bow-wow !” Said Susie: “Wee-ee !” Said Will: “Hurrah ! Ow I”

IGNORANCE IS BLISS. Rains fall, suns shine, winds flee. Brooks run; yet few know how: Do not thou too deeply search Why thou lovest me now! Perhaps, by. some command Sent earthward from above. Thy heart was doomed to lean on mine, Mine to enjoy thy love. Why ask when joy doth smile, From what bright heaven it fell? Men mar the beauty of their dreams, Tracing their source too well. —Barry Cornwall. I :— 4. ? Advising Natalie t Whenever people talked it over they invariably ended by saying it was a perfect shame that Natalie Baker was throwing herself away on Tom Arnold. It wa§\not that they had anything definite against Tom. The objection was more against what he wasn’t (than what he was. He just wasn’t much of anything. He was 24 and had a clerkship in an office where by industry he might achieve $l5O a month in ten years or so and then might, stick there for the rest of his life. Not that the measure of a man is his Income, bu£ it is the measure of his position in the world and Natalie was the kind of girl who would be wasted in obscurity. Natalie was so extraordinarily and commandlngly pretty and so generally fascinating that it was irritating to the community at large that she was not to be carried away in a golden chariot, or rather in a limousine with the requisite bank account behind it. “Os course,” said Mrs. Flecker, who had been a friend of Natalie’s mother and who watched rather exasperatedly her father’s indulgent method of bringing up his daughter, “It isn’t that one is mercenary—or that t don’t believe In falling in love or anything like that DOING HEE WOBK AND SUPREMELY HAPPY, —but why under creation Natalie couldn’t have picked out some one else to fasten her affections on is a mystery. If her mother had lived I’ll warrant she’d have broken up the Tom Arnold affair! Men are sd stupid?” Natalie and Tom had been chums always. And Tom had always been just an ordinary boy, unnoticeably ordinary looking, and with no flashes of brilliance to compensate for his looks. His devotion to Natalie was his chief charm. But he did not get excited about it Moreover, he did not appear conscious that it was extraordinary that Natalie seemed completely satisfied with him. He didn’t know any reason why she shouldn’t like him. They had grown up together, Tom having the run of the house, her father being so used to seeing him about and having him under foot that he had not realized Tom was no longer a boy. Os course, being her father he 'never would realize that bJhtalle also had grown up. Mrs. Flecker and other women did what they could to give Natalie a chance, as they called it. They invited her to dinner and artfully asked eligible young men at the same time. They called her “my dear” and lectured her .on making the best of one’s opportunities and the awfulness of matrimonial mistakes. With his salary—or lack of it, rather —Tom could not spend much money in entertaining Natalll. Mrs. Flecker almost wept when she considered Natalie in the glory of her willow-plumed hat and $l5O velvet suit going to a mere vaudeville show!’ “She’s just wasting herself and she’ll regret it some day!” prophesied Mrs. Flecker. “If she’d only take an interest in some one’else! But she doesn’t seem to be amused by another man on earth! I don’t wonder Tom is crazy about her, but what she can see in him is beyond me!” Therefore when one day Natalie con* tided to Mrs. Flecker that she and Tom were at outs that good woman’s heart leaped for gladness. “He’s far too particular,” Natalie said. “I wouldn’t stand it the other evening. He acts as though his word was law and ” *Tm glad you have so much spirit,” said Mrs. Flecker, while she inwardly thanked her stars that Irving Lawrence was coming to dinner that night “Telephone your house that yon are

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From Bedford, in Bedfordshirt, 4 comes an appeal to good Americans • for sympathy and practical, financial aid in erecting at Elstow, the « little near-by village dignified by • the birth and life of John Bunyan, 4 a memorial. This memorial is to « take the form of a large public J hall devoted to educational, social « and religious work. Some money « has already been contributed to- J ward the fund needed to erect and 4 properly equip such a building. J More is needed. What is more nat- « ural than the supposition that among the many American pil-

grims who annually wend their way to Bedford, town, should be some eeager to do their part in honoring in substantial, concrete form the writer of the greatest English allegory. Bedford, which is only fifty miles from London, is, to be sure, some distance, so far as miles go, from the United States of America. But its people argue justly enough that Bunyan was as truly a world or universal genius, as Shakespeare; that he belongs just as much to the descendants of his race in America as to those In his native village. Certainly not one of those Americans who proudly trace their lineage back to members of the little band of Puritans who came over on the Mayflower would dispute the legitimacy of an appeal based on their right to claim him as of the same spiritual mold as their own stern forebears. The binding ties s os a common past, a common blood and a common tongue are stronger than the accidental separations of time and space. A mere geographical detail cannot eliminate a man’s literary heritage. Bedford does well when it appeals to a kinship deeply rooted In the intellectual past. The phrase “intellectual past” is hardly a happy one when used in connection with the Bedford tinker. For his great book, the book which has passed through more editions thhn any other book except the Bible, was slow in reaching the polite circles which esteem a written work for its intellectual quality; its literary flavor. Its earliest vogue was entirely among the poor, .the obscure, the unliterary. It was written for them by an unliterary man whose trade placed him among the lowliest. In the days of Bunyan, a tinker was often no better than a vagrant, a light-handed pilferer whose wandering habits lifted him but .little above the gypsies whom the good English yeoman despised. Bunyan and his father were, however, more respectable than most of the tribe, and though in the story of his conversion, "Grace Abounding,” he seems to have suffered from an overpowering sense of his own soul guiltiness, his chief sins appear to have been dancing, bell ringing, playing tipcat and reading Str Bevis of Southampton. He was like the other Puritans of the stern Cromwellian forces, who had no sense of proportion and shrank from a mince pie at Christmas with as much loathing as from a He or other deadly sin. He condemned himself for sports which only the godly Puritans have found immoral, but the temper of mind which made him as a 17-year-old boy wrestle with the powers of evil, typified in innocent boyish longings for mirth and jollity, made possible the “Pilgrim’s Progress.” He had other human weaknesses, for it was with human though pardonable vanity that he called attention to the fact that in New England has book wa,s thought worthy to appear in superb binding. His coriment shows that in England it had not been considered so worthy. It was pop- • ular literature very much as the old ballads were, and though it had gone through ten editions before Bunyan died, they were all cheaply printed and poorly Illustrated, further evidence that at first the book reached only the lowlier classes. There are those, and they are not among the uncultured, who assert that every literary masterpiece, every literary creation which has stood the test of time and been accepted by succeeding generations, must be able to make an appeal to the .masses of the people who, lacking knowledge of books, do know life and recognize a vital appeal if a book possesses it. ' The Homeric tales, Hamlet, Macbeth —the masterpieces of the ages—hold sway over simple, untutored minds as well as over those of learned scholars. The “Pilgrim’s Progress” for generations was known to the masses. At last the classes, Including the critics, had to accept it as a great book, a vigorous narrative related In strong, homely English.

going to stay with us this evening for dinner!” Irving Lawrence was exactly the sort of young man Mrs. Flecker would have picked out for Natalie. He was handsome and clever and , prosperous and nobody knew where he would stop now that he had begun to climb In business. Natalie found him decidedly agreeable. He certainly was a contrast to Tom, especially now that she was provoked at the latter. Three months later Natalie’s bewildered father was issuing wedding invitations for the marriage of his daughter and Irving Lawrence. That young man had fallen a victim to Natalie at first si&ht and his wooing had been tempestuous. Tom Arnold simply had been off the boards. “I am glad, Natalie,” Airs- Flecker told her, “that your childish infatuation for Tom died a natural death. You would have been crazy to marry him. Yoii see it now, don’t you?” Natalie turned her big solitaire around on her finger. “I suppose so,” she said. “I —I haven’t seen Tom for weeks." . . , t “Well, you don’t want to see him,” said Mrs. Flecker sharply.,, “I’m so glad you’re going to Europe on your wedding trip!” It was just four days before her wedding day that Natalie arid Tom Arnold eloped and were married. She had met him on the street and discovered in five minutes’ talk that she hadn’t really fallen in love with Irving Lawrence at all. Os course, she was very sorry to treat Irving so and apologized prettily in the letter she wrote him. Mrs. Flecker hasn’t got over it yet. Every time she goes to see Natalie in her four-room flat, where she is doing her own work and seems- supremely happy, she comes away madder than before. “There simply isn’t any use trying to do things for some girls!” Mrs. Flecker says.—Chicago Daily News. It Comet Hlgb. Howard —What would you say .if you were asked to give an illustration of the unattainable? Coward —Well, I always used to give champagne, but now I’ve changed it to steak.—-Lippincott’s. \

ENLIGHTENED DUSSELDORF. Minina; and Iron Center Hat a Great European Reputation.' Dusseldorf is the center of the great mining and iron districts of Westphalia, but in spite of the nature of the work which goes on all around it it has none of the characteristics of an English manufacturing town. It is not necessary here to give any detailed description of the city, the Dusseldorf correspondent of the London Chronicle says. It has a reputation all over Europe for enlightened municipal government, and it is, In fact, one of the show places of modern Germany. Broad boulevards radiate from the Central plaza, which are edged with magnificent shops and buildings, and municipal ownership Is carried to its fullest development. The whole town is a monument to what German thoroughness can do. It forms a convenient center for .the whole of the Ruhr coal and iron district. A few miles to the north lies. Duisburg, which, with its sister town of Ruhrort, forms a busy hive, where Ironstone is transformed into steel in all forms. At night the sky glows l with the glare of countless furnaces, while the headgears of the coal mines whirl round as they bring to bank the' loaded corves. In the near distance are Essen, Dortmund, Elberfeld and Solingen, while across the Rhine lies Crefeld. Electric tramways traverse the whole of the district. Although 200 miles from the sea, Duisburg has all the characteristics of a gfeat inland port and the Rhine is crowded with steamers and lighters and long rafts made up of wood from the Black forest, whlqh float down the stream. In making use of their inland waterways the Germans teach us a lesson which we might well lay to heart Following Orderw. Charlie —What have you been doing ' to your face, dear boy? Percy—l tried to shave myself this morning. Charlie —What on- earth for? Percy—Th® doctor told me that I ought to take ' more exercise.—lllustrated Bits. We wish we were so situated t£at, we didn’t need to care whether the farmers the road drag or not

1 “OLD BILL MAC ABBE.” Saw Halley’s Visitor from Deck of Constitution in IS3S. Probably .one of the most interested spectators of the comet’s journey from the eastern to tAe western sky last night was William Macabbe, an inmate of the United States Naval home at 24th street and Gray’s Ferry Road, the Philadelphia Inquirer says. “Old Bill," as he is familiarly called by his comrades at <the home, is 106 years old, and when Halley’s comet made its last appearance in 1835 he was a sailor, 31 years old. When seen yesterday Bill was propped up in bed, for he has had a broken leg which has kept him indoors for more than a year,‘and when asked if he remembered seeing the comet seventy-five years ago, the old sailor, taking another pull at his corncob pipe, said, “Yes, I believe I do.” “Now, since it comes back to me, I remember the night distinctly. It was my watch, and we all had been on the lookout for the comet «to cross the sky for several days. I do not remember exactly what boat I wits on at that time, but 1 think it was the old United States frigate Constitution. “I had been pacing the desk for some time when I suddenly spied the comet, and I called some of my ship--1 mates to witness it as it trailed across the sky. It was not very large, probably as big as a head of cabbage, and it had a long, milky tail.- We saw it after that for two or three nights, and then it disappeared. “I have seen many comets while at sea, and several times I have seen huge meteors shoot through the sky and fall with a loud hiss into the ocean, while a column of steam caused by the rheteor’s contact with the water rose into'the hir.” Last night “Old Bill” was wheeled out on the naval hospftal veranda to see the comet. He has been very much Interested hearing the other Inmates of the hospital ward where he ,has been for so long a time talk about it, and.he expressed a desire to again see the aerial visitor on its journey across the sky. WT Z *' ©KJ/ / if' For the sins of their business few men punish their stomachs. People eat three times a day in dull times as well as in active times. They will buy those things of the man who tells them that he has them for sale. People do not buy as much in dull times as in good times, nor will they buy certain things at all when depression comes. However, at dull seasons they hsve time to think about these things beyond their present reach and will cull out certain objects of deisire whiclu they wdll surely pfifchase when pocketbooks are 'fuller. In the dull time, therefore, press upon the public mind the worth and beauty and utility of the goods you have for sale. Then, when money is more plentiful, the goods will move. Emulate the furnace makers, who adyertise in summer, and the refrigerator people, who fill the winter magazines with their advertisements. He didn’t have a dollar, he didn’t have a dime; his clothes and shoes looked as though they had served their time. He didn’t try to kill himself to dodge misfortune's whacks. Instead, he got some ashes and he filled five dozen sacks. Then next he begged a dollar. In the paper in the morn he advertised tin polish that would put the sun to scorn. He kept on advertising and just now, suffice to say, he’s out in California at his cottage on the bay.—Mecca Herald. That advertising may bring the most returns for the outlay, and that it may be definitely known that it is or is not paying, requires concentration of effort, experience and careful calculation. /J Some one has>said that trying to do business without advertising is like winking at a girl in the ilark; you know what you are doing but nobody else does. The Hope Chest of u Maiden. Every German girl has a hope chest. This is much different from the dowry chest which the American girls, on becoming engaged, begins to fill In advance of her wedding day. The German maiden begins to stock her hope chest even before she meets the man to whom she is to be’ married. She begins to save for her wedding day long before she Is engaged. She is imbued with a sense of thrift and also with an ambition to have a larger dowry than her mother had. Often the German girl begins to collect things when she enters her ’teens. Silently she saves her money to use in buying articles for her chest. i.Wlth skill she embroiders her initials on each article of linen. Thus by the time she is engaged to be married she is thoroughly equipped with hundreds of little articles that are useful in housekeeping. Useless Conversation. Yeast—l see a Miss Elizabeth S. Colton, of East Hampton, Mass., can express her thoughts In fifty-four dlf- | ferent languages. Crimsonbeak —What’s the use? My wife can say just as much in one language.—Yonkers Statesman. H If the fool and his money were in--1 separable there would be no get-rich-J (juidt schemes. I* It is better to be correct than It Is to be corrected.