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Show I b4tt'&&&& Wine and $ "The j the 'Brook, 2w & w t " . ) - had been too well werigod for r.ie o get it out in a minute. Id set It p as though I never expected to want? end my vy'ge. 'The old sled was a hummln', an' that streak of open water was draw in near at erbout the rate the Yankee Flyer comes up from Busting. The black gulf was jest ahead au 1 could almost hear the waves breakin crlong the Evry moment I expected the runners would cut through the now ice and I'd go daown, mebbe never to come up again! Tell ye what, mister, taint pleasant ter see such a finish ahead of a man. I dunno as I ever felt less 'ready an willin, as the preachers put it, ter complete my airthly Journey as I did at that yere Identical minute. That was cold water, I knew, an' I warnt anxious ter try It. Lots o' strange thoughts pass through a mans mind at such moments mostly. Idees that aint no help to him In the emergency he's But one good one come to me. Cut the ropes! suthin seemed ter say, an I made a grab for my belt But Id Jest been usin the knife to cut tobacker, and twas down there under the furs somewhere twould ha' taken a Philadelpny lawyer ter find It! An then, twas too late to bunt for the knife too late ter do anything but shut my eyes an wait for the first icy plunge! The white Ice faded away on both sides o the sled an 1 well, mister, I shet my eyes tight, an kep' em shut, with my head burrowed In the skins. An then come a shock that rattled airy tooth In my head an drove me up Inter the air like a stone out o one o' them catpulpa they uster use in Bible times. The old sled stopped dead, the mast snapped square off, and I turned sev'ral summersalts bfore I landed square on top of my head. I reckon that landin' kinder knocked some sense Inter me, for as soons I could open my eyes 'ithout seein trees, an' stars, an the lake, an everything else flyln round me In a sort o' I knew what had happened. I warnt drowned; nor I want swlmmln In no lake. I'd landed kerplunk on the rocky shore of Pillsbnry Island, and my sled had run into it hard enough to loosen every J'int In the thing and scatter the skins for yards around. Ye see, mister, twarnt open water after all that black space. Twas black Ice that had formed across the channel after the other, and Blnce the last fall of snow. But a man mights ice-fro-nt A vine niowa by my doorway. All binlilliif greiMt amt fair. Fed liy (he light (if heaven. Kept In the Father rare. Mina In ilia vlna to thank Him? Hllinl to Hla love, think you? Nay! It doth climb to reach Him Through mm mid eliowtsr uml dew. This in Its dally purpose, Here ut my cotiuga door. To upend Ita a'.reiiKth to seek Him, And live fur nuiliing mure. A at mam flows through my garden Among tall, swaying ferns. And, splashing o'er the pehldcn. The miller's wheel It turns. Think you it acorns tha aervlca God glveth It each day? No! It doth sing praise to Him. laughing the houra away. For It hath learned tha aerret To blend with work a psalm As on it way it dances Past cottuge, mill and farm. And, as T see my Ivy Climb through the summer's And hear the brooklet singing heat. To grind the nilller'a wheat, Why do I stand regretful, And III at ease tha while? Doe something mar my mualng. And chase away my smile? The vine and brook are teachers. Though I be more than they; For I forget my climbing. And do not slug alway. Father II. Trowbridge in "Tha Chris- tlan Register. T .e Fur Carriers AM: re. BY W. BERT FOSTER. Story Pub. Co.) czld the old man, who sat tipped .tack in a crazy (jpyrlght. 1HP2, by Dally' 'Tale yere Maine, armchair on the shady Ride of the house, sucking the blackest of "This yere Maine ain't what Its corn-nob- s, cracked up to be for game, nowadays. But you tellers from taown come up er bar. git er crack at er two, au think you're havin sport Talk erbout huntin! He Bnorted, and Chevler, who likes (o Jolly the natives along, and could got more Information out of a than most men can from a college professor, offered the old set" and at once tler hla bag of they two began to get chummy. Oh, of coarse, 'twaa poachln, I heard the old fellow say, and he spat You was askin erbout emphatically. the Allegash waters. Them useter be Jlm-bur- k well-swee- p cut-plug- huntin' an trappln territory wen I was younger. Howl Take It thirty year ergo even twenty year hack. Theyre purty now, an good fish in' an' there's gome game; but I took seventy otter pelts out er that string of upper ponds In four weeks one winter, an otter skins was wuth good i This yere happened Jest after I got that run of otter I was tellin ye of seventy skins, ev'ry one of em beauties. 1 picked up a big sled load an when I started up Churchill Lake early in the mornln' an' my sliack was wiped out o sight by a bresh p'int, the old sled creaked along over the lee as though she felt the weight. But there wasn't any snow to speak of on the river, so she run crlong kinder easy, an I made good time up Churchill an erbout (lark reached the thoroughfare into Eagle Lake. I stopped here an' got er bite of aupper an somethin warm to drink. But w'en the moon rose there was a big circle round It an' I knew It meant snow, an' lots of it. So I it would be a mighty good idea ter git to Klneo down yere bout as quick as I'd be let 1 packed up agin, got through the narrers 'twlxt th two lakes, an' set out down Eagle pond. That aint no slouch sheet of water, ! An w'en shes mister. No, froze over she looks bigger still. You been there? Then ye know all erbout it, an how Plllsbury's the only Island in it. I could jest see the island, like a big patch of shadow on the Ice, wen 1 started down the lake. The wind was behind me, an' It blew strong an' boosted me along nicely; but the heavy sled traveled faster 'n 1 did an' kep' rappiu me in the heels. I'd sailed Eaglet Lake 'fore that time in a canoe. Now I jest ran ashore, cut a stout pole an two an' set the tarpaulin cover of my sled for a rail. 'There warn't nothin for me ter do but steer dear of Pillsbnry Island, n that wurn't a hard job; so 1 burrowed under the furs an' sorter dozed merry-go-roun- A Pennsylvania Statesman. George W. Guthrie, who has been nominated as running mate for Pattlson in the Pennsylvania gubernatorial race, was born In Pittsr burg years ago, aud has been a lawyer of high standing In that city since 1869. He ran for mayor In 1896, but on the face of the returns was declared defeated. He contested, but again lost. He was nominated for elector at large In 1896, but withdrew. Mr. Guthrie is at present chslrman of the democratic city committee of ex-Go- v. fifty-fou- Pittsburg. Trustees of Corcoran Gallery. The trustees of the Corcoran Gallery of Art at Washington have apMesser pointed Edmund Clarence Corcoran of Art the school, principal to fill the place made vacant by the Mr. resignation of E. F. Andrews. Messer has chosen as his assistants R. N. Brooke, Miss Matllde Mueden and James Henry MoBer. Mr. Mesars Is one of the most widely known and esteemed of Washington artists. He is also a man of mature years and fine executive known to possess ability. Jessie Morrison, for the Third Time Convicted of the Murder of Mrs. Castle fig-gere-d slr-reo- fifteen dollars them days. No, I wasn't niakln a business of puddlin'. 1 had a shack up there an, as I nay. In four weeks I salted down (hem seventy si ins. But 1 only sot sis traps, and 'vouIdnt have been m only we had a thero to tend monstrous run of bad weather an 1 couldn't tend to reg'lar business. I was a fur currier. Yaas. I smuggled the pelts through for other fellers, as yuu say. "That very wtnnr 'twaa long er- off. bout February', and I kuowed there The wtnd kep rlsin, hut I didnt was a big storm due mighty quick think no barm, for the sled kep well I hit the thing at I reckoned was the ahead of it an the Ice was purty smooth. We skinned crlong in great shape, ati the faster we went the better 1 liked It. Tite vyge got ter be so easy that I really did fall inter a doze an had no idea where the sled was till ail of a sudden she slurred bard on a wrinkle in the ice. It woke me quick, an I started up ter git my bearins. I didn't wanter run Inter the island an knock It or myself off the map. But, by gosh! we was right In under the head o' the island, an aimin' direct for it; an' what I saw ahead drlv all th' dreamln aout o me, naow I tell ye! There, ahead of the Ayln sled, not a thousand yards away, was a stretch of black, open water, reachin clear across the lake! And that old sled, with all Its weight of furs, an' me on top of 'em. was rushln right Inter It as fast as ha'f a gale cd drive us. 1 tell ye, mister, the sight weakened me! I knew that, all thlngB considered, Includin the heavy runners an Iron work on that sled, she was bound ter A stretch o' black, open water! go daown the minute she struck open closest rail I ever had. For a few water, like a ton o' bricks! I might moments, Mister, I relly thought old pull out alive myself, though to Jump Oabrlel had got his cornet tuned up from the thing at the rate she was for me, an no mistake! An w'eu ye Ilyin would lie resky; hut them skins come ter Agger on It, there ain't sech would be a dead loss I was sure o' a great dlf'rence 'twlxt gettln killed that An' 1 wasn't slow In seeln' my outright an bein scared most ter only hope for salvation, too. I made death - an' that last's what happened a dive forrad fur the mast and tried car .use that trip. ter unship It. But the denied thing William H. Forwood, who was re- Hall General Hospital In Pennsylva cently nominated surgeon general of nla, but a year later Joined the regular the army by President Roosevelt has army, and has gerved In almost every been a member of the military branch part of the country where the army since 1861, when he was appointed has a post. Dr. Forwood is a native from civil life. At the close of the of Delaware. He retires this year, by war he was in command of the White age llpilt After being out twelve houra the Jury in the case against Jessie Morrison, charged with the murder of Mrs. Olin Castle, at her home, Eldorado, Kansas, in June, 1900, returned a verdict of guilty of murder in the second degree. The Jury reached its conclusion speedily. This is the third trial Miss Morrison has had, the case being twice appealed. It Is believed the last verdict will be final. Editor Whe Made a Mistake. A southern Kansas editor Innocently contradicted a report that a young woman in his county was about to throw up her Job as school teacher in order to get married. She is not that kind of a girl, said the editor. Intending to convey the idea that she would not break a contract. But the girl saw It in a different light and I dont know, wrote to him hotly: of your busiis It as any she said, ness, but I give you to understand that I am not the kind of a girl you say. I can get married If I want to." Kansas City Journal. Czar Has Faith In Ring. The czar wears a ring In which h believes is Imbedded a piece of the true cross. It was originally one of the treasures of the Vatican and was presented to an ancestor of the caer. Some years ago the czar was travel Ing from St. Petersburg to Moscow, He suddenly discovered that he had forgotten the ring. The train stopped immediately and a special messenger sent flying back on an ex press engine for it, nor would the exar allow the train to move until, several hours afterward, the messenger returned with the ring. cross-piece- ! This yere Maine aint what Its cracked up to be fer game. as well be killed as scaret ter jest death, an that yere certainly had scaret me. Tell ye what Will I? Certnly! Thats good ! If Id had a nip of that stuff the night I was tellin you cf, it might ha kep me awake an I wouldn't experienced what I look back upon now as my closest call! ah-h- Aroused Millionaires Envy. particularly envied a day laborer until the other day, said a I was walkmillionaire merchant. ing along the street, when my attention was attracted to a mas seated on the curb, preparing to eat bis midday meal. From a tin kettle he several thick slices of extracted bread with layers of cold meat between them, two or three chunks of e cake and a slab of pie. I was fascinated by the expression on the man's face as he placed this repsst on the ground beside him, and I involuntarily stopped to watch him; he seemed to enjoy It so. I thought to myself that I, who have muucy enough to gratify my every wish, am a slave to dyspepsia. As I watched the enjoyment of that man In the full vigor of his strength I could not help wishing that 1 might exchange places with him for half an hour, at least Philadelphia Record. I never home-mad- The man who has begun to live mors seriously within begins to live more simply without. vu |