The Syracuse Journal, Volume 5, Number 2, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 9 May 1912 — Page 2

The Syracuse Journal GEO. O. Publisher. Syracuse, - - - Indiana. ROULETTE WHEEL IN A CANE One More Added to the Variety of Uses Frenchmen Make of This Article. T\e ingenuity of the Frenchman has not been confined to the making of weapons out of apparently harmless canes. In fact, there is quite - a variety of uses which the cane is made to serve. One of the canes is fitted with a coinbox and a matchbox, these being contained in the head, which is provided with a carefully concealed lid. The coinbox is arranged to permit of depositing and easily removing the coins by a sight pressure of the thumb, thus obviating the necessity of fishing, for coins in the pocket. Another cane handle contains a complete outfit of the game known as Petits Chevaux. When the lid is open betting can begin and the horse crossing the wire first wins the stakes. One of the latest Parisian novelties consists in a lady’s parasoß, handle containing a roulette wheel which can be used for gambling at any place or moment. - These handles have become very . popular. They are of fine workmanship and generally of gold or silver. One handle almost everything that one would be likely to need. A long sheet of paper is wound around the rod, from which pieces may be torn off for taking notes. When the lid is opened 'penknife, pencil, nail file, combs and looking glass are disclosed. These objects are small, but large enough for practical use. —Scientific American. Golfing in France. The French golfing girj, is a rarity so far, but she is increasing in spite of difficulties. The links at La Boulie, at Chantilly, at Fontainebleau, and elsewhere are | gradually attracting her, and her skill when she does take up the game makes her fully the equal if not the superior to the English or American girls who are members of the same club. speaking, however, the French golfing girl is more often a young married woman than a jeune fille, because there is always the difficulty of the chaperon. It is rather hard to expect a mother to follow her girls round- the links, yet unless she does, she is not much use. Sometimes a brother is considered a sufficient protector, but brothers in France, as elsewhere, are indifferently fond of looking after their sisters. Curiosity Cost Fox His Freedom. J. F. Speacht of Pottsville, Pa., while driving along the state road between Pottsville and Schuylkill Haven the other day, got out of his buggy to look after his horse, which had cast a shoe. As he did so a large gray fox, weighing 24 pounds, ran from the underbrush into the middle of the road and stood for a minute to look at him. The action cost Reynold his liberty, as Speacht shied a large stone, striking him in the head and stunning him. The fux was captured alive, and will be us€d for a big fox chase during coming summer. War on English Starlings. State game wardens have been instructed to keep a Sharp watch for flocks of English starlings and to kill them on sight in order to prevent the predacious British bird from becoming a pest like its cousin, the sparrow. Starlings thus far have appeared only in Bucks and other eastern border counties, not far from New Jersey, and the numbers havenot been great.— Harrisburg Correspondence Philadelphia Press. Automatic Mule. At Elk City the Missouri Pacific operates a pumping station with a blind mule. The mule is left alone all day, and goes around and around pumping water. When the tank is full the water splashes out on a piece of zinc, and the noise is a signal for the mule to step. When a train goes along the mule begins to pump again until the water splatters. The owndr of the mule got out last spring and worked against and helped beat the Waterworks bonds at the election, because the construction of a waterworks system there would’throw his blind mule out cf work. —Exchange. Snow In Hawaiian Islands. Molokai for the first time In the • memory 'of man is decorated with snow - , writes a Hawaiian. This astonishing fact is a mute tribute to the intensity of the cold wave that for weeks has been felt in these islands. Within the last few days patches of snow appeared, visible from the seacoast, in the mountain tops “back of Pnkoo on the South side of the Island where the coast line bends toward the east end. Too Frank. “You are workingmen—" “Hooray!” /‘And because you are workingmen—” “Hooray!” “You must work.” ‘Tut him out! Put him out!" —TitBits. By Exercise. Heck —Has your wife made her will? . ‘ - Peck—No, she’s merely developing it The Changing West. “Saw two famous bad men come together during my trip west.” i “Both killed?” "Nobody killed. You can't talk a man to death.” t> Or the Safe Side. “I Just saw your wife in year neighbor’s auto. Why don’t you take her out in yours?” “Oh, we’ve just made wills in fa<ivor of each other.’’-FUegende Blastter.

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OU will not’find the name of John Romanes on the scroll of honor, for men win the badge of fame in many ways and there are many degrees of valor and many varying rewards won by its display. , “Peace has her heroes, no less renowned than

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war,” is the assertion of the poet, but this must be qualified by the omission of the word “no.” It is so at any date in the case of John Romanes, for his deed was performed in the silence and solitude of the great Australian bush, without a single spectator who could bear witness to its exemplitude of courage of the highest quality, devotion seldom equaled, and a self-sacrifice so rare that few men unacquainted with the perils of the bush can appreciate it. As the subject of Romanes’ heroism it shall be my duty to tell to a wider circle of readers the events which earned for a hero no greater reward than my own undying gratitude and admiration. It seems strange to me that, so far, few persons outside of Australia have ever heard of the stupendous efforts the government of Western Australia has made to prevent the incursion of the rabbit pest into the farming and pastoral regions of that state and, as my story has to do with that mammoth work, I feel bound to speak briefly of it.

For over fifty yeirs the rabbits, Imported to Australia by some misguided immigrant, have been a fearful scourge to the eastern states of the island continent. Net fences had proved a success in the east and the government at once entered on the stupendous task of running a rabbitproof fence right across the country to act as a barrier to the invading hosts. That fence stafnds today, a completed and successful obstacle to the Inroads of the pest. It is over 1,500 miles long, and stretches from Starvation Boat harbor, In the Great Australian Bight, to Condon, In the Ninety Mile Beach, away In the tropic north. It cost the country over $1,500,000. To maintain the barrier In a state of effectiveness against the r depredations of the hostile natives, the blind attacks of emus and kangaroos and the ravages of flood, tornado and fire, a whole army of men are employed constantly patrolling it I was associated in the early days of the construction of the fence with the advanced survey party and, on the completion of the structure, was induced by the high pay to accept the position of inspector of a length of fence in the far north. It was in April, 1908, that I left Separation Well, the .southernmost point of my section of the fence, and proceeded north to the De Grey river, a distance of 200 miles, where I had my main depot. There I was to .meet Romanes and his mate Gregory, who had to patrol the last hundred miles of my territory. When I reached the depot, then in charge of two men who were kept there as a relief, I found Romanes in camp, with his mate, who was very ill with malaria and quite unfit to take the track fgr some time, although his condition was not serious. I was particularly anxious to see the northern section of my part of the fence, because there had been a tropical flood a week ot two before and from some overlanding stockmen I had heard that the fence was in a bad state of repair. When I questioned Romanes, whom I did not know very well—in fact, I had entertained a suspicion of him from the moment the reports as to the state of his particular length came to me—he was rather nettled and challenged me to come out with him without delaying for a week’s rest. Before leaving the depot I asked both Romanes and the man in charge whether the natives were “bad” along the track. “Queensland Charlie, that ‘boy* of Turnbull’s at the De Gray station, told me that ‘Major* and ‘Toby’ were loose again and heading this way, but I don’t believe it,” said Romanes. "They would make back into West Kimberley to dodge the police, and anyway, if they do get down here Turnbull tells me he had word that they are not armed. I don’t reckon we’ll see anything of ’em, boss.”

No Formality to Their Marriage

Marriage among Wa-Unga of northeast Rhodesia is much less of a formality than among the neighboring tribes; betrothal being unnecessary, and very often the parents know nothing of the marriage. In the old days, before they came under the government, marriage by capture was common. the abduction being done in canoea m fact, the lake tribes seemed to be continually raiding each other, and among fellow tribesmen, too, capturing sheep, goats and women. Often raids would be made on War Wlsa villages on the banks of the rivers; the raiders, waiting till the men of the village were out, would approach in their canoes and catch ail the women they could. AjMhp rnH of Europeans, with Eu/jpean law, gets a firmer hold, this/marriage by capture will presumably give way entirely to the of marriage by barter. of one about 75 centgM

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“W’ell, I hope not,” I said, “but we’ll take some extra cartridges and keep a sharp lookout.” It took us eight days to make the one hundred miles of our eastward journey, as we made a careful inspection of the fence, which I found to be in better shape than I expected, although we had to do a lot of strengthening to the temporary repairs which Romanes had effected on his previous trip. At the end of my section near Mount Bruce we met the two boundary riders who ’had worked south from the next section to the north. They had heard nothing of the movements of Major and Toby and reported everything quiet. We parted company next day, Romanes and myself proceeding on what should have been a six-day trip back and the other men, returning north. We made a good day’s march and camped at a rain shed about eighteen miles out, just as it was getting dusk. Not a sign nor a sight of a native had either Romanes or myself seen. In fact, we had not given them a thought. I lit a fire of mulga sticks behind a clump of gidgie bush and was soon busily engaged on the task of making a “damper,” or bread baked in the ashes. A flock of Nor’ West parrots flew screeching overhead. Romanes hobbled the camels and turned them loose with their bells making a monotonous “clamp-clamp," as they went in search of young and tender spinifex bush. “How would stewed parrot go, boss?” Romanes asked me as he looked after the rowdy birds, which had settled in a solitary gum tree a couple of hundred yards inside the fence. “Pretty good,” I replied. “Take the gun and bag a few.” Romanes picked up my double-bar-reled Greener gun, stuffed a couple of extra cartridges intb his pocket, and was about to follow up the parrots when I advised him to take the Winchester too, saying that he might bring back the tail of a young kangaroo for soup. I lost sight of Romanes a minute later and went on with my preparations for our evening meal. The “damper” was made and I was just raking out the clean live coals of the fire on which to bake it, when I heard a rustle in the bush at my back. As I turned a spear whiz Zed by me and stuck quivering in the “grub bag” of the camel saddle a few feet away! At the same moment I saw haft a dozen savages in all their war paint. I rose and literally threw myself at the nearest saddle, against which a second Winchester rested. With that in my hand I could make a bolt and protect myself in a running fight But that was not to be. A second spear, aimed with half a dozen others, went through my left wrist and, as I involuntarily dropped the rifle and [grabbed at the spearshaft a waddy

"nafumo," who was killed, compensation was fixed at one canoe, one sheep and a string of beads.—Geographical Journal. Tight Shoe' Caused Lose of Leg. The wearing of a tight shoe has just cost a young woman of Baltimore, Md., the loes of her right leg. Some weeks ago she bought a pair of new shoes, which she wore for several days. A slight irritation on her little toe, which she thought would wear off in a few days, developed into an ulceration. Then the foot began to swell, and finally the leg swelled. Thoroughly alarmed, the girl applied ■fiar treatment at the Mercy hospjhry where the case was gangrenous affection. \Thdßpot was opened and the wound| swfized, but it became more vhjMß and the Physicians decided ■■■immeiliate amputation was The leg

descended on my head and my senses left me. What actually transpired from the moment I lost touch with mortal existence until I found myself again in the depot I had to glean from the unwilling answers of Romanes to my question, and fill in the blanks from my imagination. W’hen he left me to follow the parrots, Romanes did not anticipate going piore than a quarter of a mile, at most, intq the scrub and expected to be back in camp within fifteen minutes at the outside, but before he could get a shot at the birds they had led him on for a mile. It was 'while he was on his way back to the camp that he heard a shout, which resembled very closely the “yell of triumph the natives give when they have captured their game, be it huipan or animal. /Approaching the camp cautiously, Romanes caught sight of the natives raiding the outfit, tearing open the “grub bags” and generally making themselves acquainted with everything in the camel packs. Having “tumbled to what had. happened, Romanes’ first thought was to open fire on the blacks and before the natives knew what had happened a double charge of parrot shot struck them. With a yell they arose, the leader (whom it subsequently transpired was Major) grabbing the Winchester and firing wnldly in the direction whence the shot had come. Romanes had taken shelter behind a bush which, while it obscured him from view, gave him no protection against bullets. He fired one shot from his rifle, and, dashing from his cover, made for a tree a hundred yards away, the natives following in a body. Once behind a stout trunk he brought his rifle into play and emptied the magazine with such effect that three of the natives fell and the others, meeting such a stout foe, bolted into the bush. Not knowing how many natives there w r ere, or whether there were more than he had seen in the neighborhood, Romanes wasted no time in climbing into the-tree, there to wait until it was quite safe for him to make a further move, as the superstitious nature of the blacks would prevent them from making any further attack. When he had spent a couple of hours in his high perch Romanes quietly slipped, down and approached the camp, for the main purpose of endeavoring’ to get a further supply of ammunition, and to secure one of the camels in order that he might get away from the dangerous locality as soon as he had collected anything of value which the . natives had left He expected to find me dead as a doornail and battered beyond recognition, but he got the shock of his life when be bent over me and found me breathing. Having made me as comfortable as

Took Revenge on the Crocodile

Recently, while some children were bathing in the Insixwa river. New Zealand, a Matabele youth was seised by a crocodile. The cries and shouts of himself and his companions brought older members of the kraal, who succeeded .in frightening off the reptile and effecting a rescue. The boy was found to be badly bitten on the arm and side. The enraged parents then collected some twenty friends, and, armed with asegais, battle-axes and bars of iron, they entered the water and drove it in a line. The pool was forty yards long and five broad, and the greatest depth took the men up to the armpits. With much splashing shouting whenever a cautious foot "came into contact with the crocodile, a stab was made. Two assegai wounds eventually took sufficient effect to make the reptile rise for air. when a blow on the head with a battle axe finished It off. The usual ceremony of burning the carcass and returning the remains to the water was

possible, Romanes went in search of the camels, his Idea being to strap me to one and get away without delay, for if the natives should return in the morning in increased numbers, neither of us would ever leave the spot Poor John, he little knew then what a burden he had assumed in finding me alive! Better for him would it have been if I had really died then and he could have buried me, and, unhampered by a delirious man, have hastened to safety. His first disappointment came when he stood up to listen for the bells of the camels, which should have been heard. He failed to catch the faintest tinkle. His disappointment became alarm when not three hundred yards from the camp he found our pack camel dead, with several spears sticking it, and the other two, fifty yards fuurther on, hopelessly wounded. His determination not to leave me placed him in this predicament: he had first of all to shift me to a place of safety before morning brought the natives on us again; and alone he had then to get me into the De Grey depot, a distance of nearly eighty miles, the best part of it over waterless country. It was impossible for me to move of my own initiative, for that had left me and I lay |ike a log, senseless, delirious. If my life was to be saved I had to be moved from the spot where I fell and be carried to a place of safety. That was the conclusion Romanes arrived at and before another dawn broke we were ten miles away. In the dark hours of the next night Romanes carried me another twelve miles and collapsed beside me near an old native well. How long into that day he slept, Romanes never. knew, but when he awakened, probably as the result of my ravings, he saw a native coming along the fence scarcely two hundred yards away. His first thought was to shoot at sight, believing that the black must be one of our old enemies, but feeling certain that the black fellow could not have seen us in our retreat, he decided to wait till he came right up. The native was apparently following our tracks and was already turning off into the bush just where we had left the. fence, when Romanes recognized him as a native he had seen at Turnbull’s station. “Hullo there!” he yelled. The black fellow stopped, saw the strange and dilapidated white man with a rifle in his hand, and turned with a yell to bolt into the bush. Romanes called to him to halt and at the same time used Turnbull’s name, and dropped his rifle. At the familiar name, and seeing that he -was not to be shot instanter, the native stood still while Romanes walked toward him and told him w - ho he was. The. black accepted the peace overtures, and when Romanes learned that he was making for the De Grey station with the news from an outstation that the warlike natives were about,- Romanes decided to trust him and conducted him to where I was lying. He Inspected my wounds with many grunts and exclamations of concern. He made a native plaster for my wounds, composing it of leaves and sticking it on with wet clay, over which was bound the piece of shirtsleeve which Romanes had first used to staunch the blood. Then with a message to both the depot and his employer, asking them to hasten to our assistance and telling them where they would find us. dead or alive, the native was dispatched by Romanes. Romanes then picked me up again, and, footsore and. exhausted as he was, carried me another nine miles. There for three whole days ant. nights we lay, myself in a high state of fever, happily oblivious to all that happened, and Romanes incessantly on the watch for blacks. On the morning of the fourth day after our arrival at the shed, relief came. Three days later I awoke to consciousness and found myself in comparative comfort at the De Grey dopot, where the surveying party’s cook —a first-rate amateur surgeon—had patched me up and doctored me in great style from the outfit’s medicine chest. I was still a helpless wreck, but my brain was clearing and when I realized where I was 1 asked about Romanes. They brought him to me and it was harder work for that brave fellow to answer my question as to how 1 got safe in from Mount Bruce than it had been for him to carry me the best part of the journey. It was a month before I was well enough to travel down to Geraldton and there convalesce, but before I left I had the satisfaction of knowing that Major and Toby had met with their inevitable fate. They had “stuck up” the Turkey Creek station, and, on being beaten off by the stockmen, ran into the arms of a police patrol, who killed many of the natives, including the ringleaders, and captured the balance. When I was able to report to headquarters a further piece of intelligence pleased me. That was that my rescuer, John Romanes, had been promoted to the charge of an inspector’s section and had been assigned to one of the best stretches I of fence in the southern country.

indulged in, to prevent the drought which superstition attaches to the killing of these reptiles. The crocodile measured seven feet two inches. He Got His “Change.* The waning talk about the Ozark hound brings back the episode of Laz Spencer in the courtroom scene of Opie Reid’s play, “The Starbucks.” Laz, like all the other witnesses, was trying to “stall" in the interest of the old moonshiner, and undertook to entertain the federal judge with an anecdote. “A man up our way,” said Laz, “had a lot of dogs. He used to take one to town and trade him for a pint of likker. '“One day he took the biggest hound you storekeeper gave hinruVllkker, this man said: ‘What! goiA I get nothin’ back, no changf ’ . "And the stßgkeeper gave him an old setter Ji

and MEOW WHEN A MAN GOES SHOPPING Insisted on Being Shown Samples of Left-Hand Pockets, But His Sample Was Placed There. Toung, married and very absentminded, he approached the young lady st the counter as though walking tn Pts sleep. i “Please let me s-?e a sample of your j k»ft-hand pockets,” was his surprising . request. “Beg pardon!” “Sample of left-hand pockets.” “B-e-g pardon!” and the girl showed J bow tall and dignified she could be. | "Possibly you want me to show you sbme buttons or embroidery?” “No, I think not. I recall none of those on the list. I’m acting for my wife, you know. You have no lefthand pockets?” “No pockets of any kind. Possibly, you have made a mistake.” “It might be. I confess I’m a little uncertain as to just what my wife did ask me to get. Come to think of it, 1 have a list. Forgot all about it: ‘butter, vegetables, oysters, sweet pota— ’ ah, here it is, ‘sample, left-hand pocket, tw r o yards.’ ” “Then feel in your left-hand pocket," laughed the girl, and all the others laughed. He did. There was a sample of narrow ribbon. The combined talent of the shop girls matched it, and the customer wondered why they all beamed so benignly on him. Mutual. It is told that two old schoolmates from central high met in front of the Superior arcade yesterday morning. It had been fifteen years since their last meeting, but the recognition was mutual. One was sleek, well fed, well shaven, well dressed. The other was rather thin, rather seedy. “Well, well!” exclaimed the prosperous one. “What are you doing now?” “I’m an actor.” “Indeed? Well,'l’m a banker. And you are on the stage? Dear me! It’s been ten- years since I was in a theater!” “You’ve got nothing on me. It’s been longer than that since I was in a bank.” —Cleveland Plain Dealer. UP-TO-DATE BEGGAR. J ■ Beggar—Won’t you help me a little, ma’am. My children are hungry. Old Lady—Too bad, too bad. Beggar (absently)—Yes, ma’am, .and my wife hasn’t entertained for suite a week. As It Will Be. “I understand,” says the determinedlooking woman, interrupting the proceedings in court, “that you intend to try my husband’s case before this jury of women.” , , “We do, madam. Take a seat,” re.lies his honor. “You do, do you? With that blondeaired hussy on the second seat in . he first row to’ make eyes at him, and uost iikely vote that he is not guilty, o as to delude and beguile him? Well, think not! John Henry Pllkerson, -on come out of that prisoner’s chair ■nd march along home with me and tay there until this court can get a jury that is fit to try a respectable narried man.” —Life. Significant Raiment. “I think that man will make a politician," said the cynical observer. “1 never saw anybody take so naturally to a high silk hat and a Prince Albert coat.” “Yes," replied Senator Sorghum, critically; “but the hat is always neatly ironed, and the coat never has any of the buttons missing.”

Slightly Misunderstood. Mrs. Das ha way—Yes. while ws were in Egypt we visited the pyramids. They were literally covered with hieroglyphics. Mrs. Pneurish— Ugh! Wasn’t you afraid some of 'em would get on you? —Puck. Economical Dodge. Mrs. Dooley—©l’m takin’ me twelve chlldhern back to Olreland an’ do be gettin* their twelve tickets for the price of eleven. Mrs. Murphy —Faith,' an’ a large family is a great savin’ to a person.— Judge. More Important. Mrs. Newlywed—Do you keep a loving, watchful eye on ybur husband from morning until night? Mrs. Oldwed (grimly)—No, my dear —from night until {nornlng:—Judge. Delegated. “You ;ook very tired, young man; are you overwA’ked?”

REVENGE OF WU TING-FANG First Minister of New Chinese Re public Coming Back to United States as He Threatened. When Wu Ting-fang, who is reported in Peking dispatches to be slated to be the first minister from the new Chinese republic to the United States, left Washington the last time, he made a prediction that some day he woulji come back. Mr. Wu, whose eccentricities as a humorist are still remembered here as among the most pleasant reminiscences of the diplomatic corps, pretended to<J)elieve that he would live to a great old age. The day he left Washington to go back tc China an American friend accompanied him to the train. “Some day I will come back sure,” said Mr. Wu, as he shook hands and said good-by. “Maybe not for 200 years. Who knows but I will return? I want to come back. I like America. See those boxes out there ofi the platform, full of souvenirs of your country. I am taking them back to make me remember you. What have 1 got? Everything I graph©phone, typewriter, American dresr suit.” “What in the world do’you want with an American dress suit, Mr Wu?” asked his friend in surprise. “Hang it up on the wall in my house in China as a curio, just like you Americans hang bp - Chinese kimonos in the den,” and Wu’s oriental face was an imperturbable as that o! the Sphinx. INSECT EXEMPT. IMF § i/lP I Mw fi—l/JA i -K W i. a WPHlK'ill HBi 4 • 8 3 1 Smith—That horse nearly kicked the liver out of me, and yet, when you sold him to me, you said he wouldn’t harm a flea. Horse Dealer—Well, you ain’t no flea, are you? He Was Helping. A Baltimore-man, whose son is a student at Princeton, has had frequent occasion to remonstrate with his boy touching his extravagance, but the father Invariably “comes to the front’ when request is road® for further funds. In his last letter to his son the father, after the usual recital, stated that he was forwarding a check for SSO, and he ground up with: “My son, your studies are costing me a great deal.” To which the hopeful, in next letter, replied: “I know it, father; and I don’t study very hard, either.” —Christmas Week. The Prize Grouch. An Ohio town has a prize grouch, who-ref uses to believe anything that does not lie within the range of his own knowledge. He,doubted the word of an acquaintance who told him about seeing a number of robins during a re cent cold snap in that section. “There aint’ no robins around here at this tiifie of the year," he said, “and no one can make me believe they seen any.” , At that very moment a robin happened to fly into a small tree near at hand, ahd the. friend pointed to it. “Doggone it!” growled the positive one. “You’d do anything to make me out a liar, wouldn’t you?”—Judge. J Accommodating. Butler —There's a man below to see.» you, sir. Mayberry—What did you tell him? Butler—l told him yop aold him? it was a lady to say you were in, and if it was a man to say you were out. Mayberry—What did he say then? Butler —He said to tell you he was lady.—Harvard Lampoon. Contempt. “I hope you are not bringing up youi children to worship money, Hawkins,’ said Dubbleigh. “No, indeed,” sighed Hawkins. “Why Dubb, my children despise money sc much that the minute a dollar comes their way they get rid ofi it as fast as they can.”—Harper’s Weekly. Inconsistency of Man. “Your husband seems to be very impatient lately.” “Yea. he very.” “What is the matter with Mm?" “He is getting tired watting tor a chance to get out where he can sit patiently hour after hour waiting for a fish to nibble at Ma batt."

Friendly Retoeai. t Clerk—Can you let me off tomorrow afternoon T My wWe waats me to gc shopping with her. «. Employee Certainly wot. We art much too busy. Clerk—Thank yvw vwry much. sir You are very kttMi—bondoa OplM* Dawgooeve Offen ~I see that Hetty Grwen’a eon says he la tooWfig tor a vrtto who can wash dishes.” “Let him be careful. This country is fiUtog up with husbands who have to the dishes their Wives wash? One Way to Do It. woke up, if not to find my self famousat least to find myself ab trading considerable attention." “How was that?" “I had fallen asleep on a hotel re rynda with my mouth wide open." A Fertile Field. \ “Great Scott, man, I didn’t empect tc A run across you in this village! .