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Show THE COUNTY REGISTER. HegUler PnblUhlnt Company. El'HRAIM. : : : UTAH. THE PAST LOVE. I hate the bronze leaves and the red. And the pale llowern with fliiltcrintr talk i That lined the shadowy poplar walk 'Where our first words of love were aid. We loTed; the corn wa in the oar; Gay hunters made the hilWulen nnir; ' And. oh, love seemed a beauteous thing, And all we sighed for close and near! I hate the woodland's spicy smell. Through whose wild sweets at duk we strayed, Arm linked in arm, by rock and jrlade. While the heart whispered, "All is well!" Was mine the fanlt that love was brief The wonder of a matchless day Whose glory dimmed and died away Like the red color on a leaf? Was mine the fault that all that flame l'assed as a breath and ceased to be? Heirs of a fruitless hope were we; Worthy of pity inure than blame. We parted; and the lev gust Snipped the dull forest's withered plnine, And cast it through tne echoing gloom In purple fringes mixed with Uast: Let winter sweep the desolate aisled, And make their stones his winnowing floor. Nay, let the preen spring come once more And light it with immortal smiles! Dora Head Uoodale in llarjers Weekly. Tbz venerable Neal Dow has been thinking it over, and concludes that the world on the wholo is growing bettor. Sensible optimism like this is an adornment to old age. the landlady with whom we lived and to whom I had sold the furniture pre-- , pared a little lunch for me and saw me safely on the cars. After a journey of six hours I reached my destination. As soon as I alighted I inquired of the man at the station the way to the Brinwood farm. "'You will have to take the stage, miss,' replied the man. 'I don't see any of their folks down to-da- y and here it comes now.' Assisting me to pet in, he bade me good night, leaving me to wonder what sort of people I should meet and how they wonld treat rue. "A half hour's ride brought me to a large, house, standing in the center of a lonely lawn, with an abundance of trees and a carriage drive on Loth sides of the house. Handing my fare to the driver, he helped me to dismount, and a few moments brought me to the house. In answer to my ring at the bell the door opened, and a good-nature- d col-ored girl inquired who I wanted. "'Your master,' I replied. 'Will you walk in and be seated and I will call him,' said she, ushering me into a large comfortably furnished room on one side of the spaeiousjhall. In a few moments an elderly gentleman ap-peared and asked me niv businesswith "Do not mind mc," she said, "I can sleep here very comfortably." It had been a query with Mrs. Haw-kins where to put the newcomer ever since she had asked her to stay. The garret was first thought of, then the west room, but now, lighting a fresh candle, Mrs. Hawkins led her guest in-to the parlor and through it into the best spare room, and turning down the lavender-scente- d sheets and shak-ing the downy pillows of the tented bed-stea- she said in motherly tones: "Sleep here," and going back to the kitchen murmured dreamily: "For in so doing you may entertain ajigels unawares." About midnight tho sorm, which had been gathering all its forcesduring the evening, burst violently forth. .The old farm bouse fairly rocked with wild gusts of wind, while the snow fell fast and furious. It is no wonder that the poor girl hid her head beneath the blankets and thanked God for the shelter she had found, and when, after hours had passed, the storm gradual-ly abated, sho fell into a refreshing slumber. The next morning she waa awakened by a tapping at tho door, and the voice of Mrs. Hawkins inquir-ing if she might come in. "Certainly, ma'am," replied the girl THE HAND OF FATE. On a cold blustering night in March a young girl, apparently not more than sixteen years of ageslowly wend-ed her way along the country road, situated about five miles from the little village of Oakdalo. Her appear-ance betokened extreme poverty. She was dressed in an suit of rusty black, and hor shabby black bonnet was drawn tightly over a thin, pallid face, w hich was lighted up by a oair of uiercintr black eves that seemed in a lamt voice. Entering the room and approaching the bed, Mrs. Hawkins found her guest much better, but still suffering from the effects of the physical strain to which she had been subjected during the previous night. "Lie still my dear," said tho kind hearted woman, as the girl attempted to raise herself on her elbow. I will bring you something to eat, and per-haps, by noon you may be able to get up." In a few moments Mrs. Hawkins re-turned bearing in her hands a tray covered with a snowy cloth, on which were temptingly arranged some nicely . . . t 1 .. I, ...1 - n..,1 him. I drew the letter from my pock-et, and handed it to him, told him that was for my grandfather. Adjust-ing his spectacles, he read the envelope carefully, and in a tone of surprise ex-claimed: "My dear miss, the gentle-man to whom this letter is addressed has been dead for thirteen years. They say he died of a broken heart, caused by the disappearance of his on-ly daughter, who ran away and got married. At all events he never for-gave her, and forbade her name to be mentioned, and finally died, leaving everything to his only son, with the provision that if ho should seek out his siBter the property should go to to penetrate brillancy. Her long black hairbeenme unfastened by the fierceness of the storm and hung in frozen strands almost to her waist. Everything around her seemed to be touched with (he winter's frost, and snow lay piled in huge masses as far as the eye could reach. As she pur-sued her journey her heart sank with-in her, her head reeled as if in a drunk-en stupor, her weary limbs began to fail, and at last nature refused to do its work, and sho succumbed to tho pitiless cold and sank in an exhausted and unconscious condition to the uutiurcu toast, it I'uaiui cg auu delicious cup of coffee. "Now, dear, eat a good breakfast, and we will soon have the roses back in your ckecks." Placing the tray on tho side of the bed Mrs. Hawkins left the room, and after she had cleared away her break-fast dishes and finished her usual work, she again returned to the chamber and found that Lena had eaten hearti-ly of the food placed before her and was sleeping soundly. "Poor child, I will let her sleep," said Mrs. Hawkins to herself; "she is in need of it," and lifting the tray she she stepped softly out of the room. an institution. ino Bon never caring to live in the old house sold it to me, and moved away three or four miles from the village of Oakdale,a distance of twenty miles, but it will be impos-sible for you to get there t, as there are no more trains, but I will call my daughter and she will find you a bed for the night.' "A few minutes later ho returned with a very prepossessing young lady, who he introduced as his daughter. After I had joined them at supper she desired me to follow her into the hall up stairs into the prettiest room I had ever seen. The pale yellow carpet, with its bunches of roses; tho carved cherry bedstead, with its dainty hangi-ngs; the dressing bureau, with its pretty cover of satin and lace; the pretty little willow rocking chair everything gave evidence of refinement and luxury. The next morning after partaking of of a hearty breakfast, I thanked them for their kindness and started on my journey to find my uncle. For nearly two days I journeyed aics'g sometimes getting a lift from one oi .farm wag-ons, and accasionally a meal from some of the kind hearted people I would ask to direct me. I became so weak from want of food that I conld go no further, and you know the rest. As the farmer listened attentively to her sad story his face grew pale and, striving to conceal the agitation which convulsed his entire frame, he demand-i- n husky tones the name of the uncle she was trying to seek. "John Hawkins," replied the girl, as she regarded the farmer with amaze ment. As soon as he could sufficiently con-trol his emotions to speak, he stretch-ed out his arms and clasped her to his breast, and in broken accents exclaim-ed: "Truly tho hand of Providence has directed you higher, for 'tis I, your uncle, who has brought you to this house, and our home shall be yours and you shall be one of us." Embracing first one and then the other she drew tho secret letter from her x'ocket and handed it to her uncle. As he took it from her hand he press-ed it to his lips and said: "My poor child, as soon as your grandfather died I made every effort to find my sister and I traced her as far as Lon-don, whero I learned the story of your father's misfortune. Thero all traces of her were lost, and I concluded she had changed her name and gono to America. At all events, I had given her up for dead, and now, after eight-een years she has returned to me in the form of her daughter." Xew York Mail. ground. Down the road with rapid strides came Farmer llawkina and his dog Nero, and as he hurried along he stumbled over the prostrate form. In ah instant he was on his feet trying to arouse the motionless object before him.while the dog barked vociferously as if imploring aid. In the distance, and a rough voice calledotit. "Who's there?" "Tis I, your master," re-sponded the farmer as he recognized the voice of bis hired man, "and for God's sake make haste or it will bo too late." Fritz approached, together they lifted the inanimate form and in a few minutes arrived at the old farm house. It was not long past the usual hour for supper, and Ruth Hawkins, being alarmed at her hus-bands protracted absence, was seated in her rocker by tho side of the open fireplace in the com-fortab- lo kitchen of the old "homestead knitting, while every now and then sho would cast furtive glances toward the window, and strain her ears to listen if sho could catch tho welcomo sound of her husband's footsteps. The logs burned merrily and cracked and spluttered on the irons, and threw a cheery reflection in all direc-tions about tho room. The table was still set, and with a bountiful supply of food. The delicious home-mad- e bread, the print of golden butter, the ruby quinces and quivering custards and the pretty blue and white china offered an inviting prospect to the two men as they passed the window on their way to tho sitting room door. "Mercy's sake, father, what have you there?" exclamed Ruth, as she sprang from her seat, and, opening the door, saw tho men with their uncon-scious burden. "Do not waste any time in asking questions, wife, but bring some brandy as soon as d. With careful hands tfV ?7 sited their unbidden guest pott ,j settee and drew it in front of be Hastily divesting herself of tvs tfcuter garments, the farmer resuscitate the younggirl. y.eamvhile Ruth had returned to the room with the brandy, and with kindly hands moistened the lips of the young girl, and succeeded in forc-ing a few drops down her throat, while the farmer was busily engaged in rubbing and slapping her hands. At first all their attempts to bring tho girl back to consciousness seemed fruitless, but at last a faint Hush overspread her features, she opened her eyes, and in pitiful tones begged that she might remain during the night. Tho farmer had scarcely noticed the cirf, but he now looked anxiously at her. "We shall keep her shan't we father?" asked Mrs. Hawkins. "Of course; did you ever know me to turn anyone from my door? Saint or sin-ner, rich or poor, they are welcome to stay; but how goes the supper, wife? I am as hungry as a wolf." "All ready, father," was the reply, and as she spoke she placed tho steaming coffee urn upon the table. "What shall I call you?" asked Mrs. Hawkins as she placed ft saucer of custard upon a chair by the side of the settee. "Call me Lena,", repeated the girl, as she tried to partake of the food that was offered to her. The hospitable couple watched the stranger curiously, trying to solve the mystery that hung around her. Those white hands had never scrubbed or scoured, and there was a certain grace about every movement which impress-ed one with the idea that she was of gentle birth, a girl whom no ordinary sorrow had made a homeless wander-er. Tho clock struck 8 and then 0 and still they sat gazing at the girl as she lay quietly. When the clock struck 10 and tho last chime had died away, the girl timidly inquired if she waa keeping them from their rest. in the aiternoon Lena awote, ana on hearing tho clock in tho parlor strike three she was astonished to find that she had slept so long. Hurriedly dressing herself she soon made her ap-pearance in tho kitchen, whero she found Mrs. Hawkins darning her bus-band- 's socks, and the farmer taking his accustomed afternoon nap in the rock-ing chair by the ffre. At the sound of footsteps the farmer awoko with a start, and straightening himself up, inquired of the girl if she was better. "Much better, I thank you, sir, and I will not intrude upon your hospitality any longer," replied the girl holding her bonnet in her hands. "I am afraid you will have to content your-self here another night," said the farmer, "for the roads aijo impassia-ble- . The snow has drifted so high in some places that it would cover a lit-tle body like you; but won't your friends be alarmed by your absence?" "My friends," replied the girl, sadly. "I am trying to find them, and if you will allow me to tell you my story, perhaps you can assist mc as they live somewhere in this region." Plac-ing a chair near her own. Mrs. Haw-kins requested the girl to be seated, while they listened to her story. 'My mother," said she," was the only daughter of a wealthy farmer, who was left a widow at her birth, leaving him with two children my mother and a son ten years of age. When . she was sixteen years old my father secretly wedded her against my grandfather's wishes, and although she wrote to that relative repeatedly begging for forgiveness, her letters were returned unopened. After two years of unal-loyed happiness I was born, and for ten years my parents' union was a happy one until tho fatal day came which deprived my mother of one of tho most indulgent of fathers. One day a large sum of money was found missing from the safo in tho office in which my father was employed as bookkeeper, and ho being the one who had access to the safo and some of the stolen money being found in his desk, he was arrested, tried and convicted and sentenced to ten years imprison-ment. My mother, firmly believing him innocent, converted everything of any value into money to obtain lawyers hoping to save him. She ap-pealed to her father, but he would not listen to her, and her letters again were returned unopened. She wrote to her brother, but with the same result, and she was finally obliged to Bee my father sent to prison, strongly protesting his innocence to the last. For four years my mother managed to eke out a scanty subsistence with her neecllo, with what little assistance I could give her, but at last care and sorrow did their work; and she was finally forced to give up in despair, and eventually became a victim to quick consumption. For nine long weeks she was confined to her bed, gradually wastingaway. Alittlo while before her death she called me to her bedside, and, placing a letter in my hands, exacted a promise from me that immediately after her death I would sell what lit tie furniture we bad, go to my grandi'at her and deliver the proceeds into his hands. As the tears streamed down my cheeks sho took my hands in her., and, with a heaven-ly smile on her countenance bade me good-by- e and asked me to meet her in heaven. Her last moments w ere spent in breathing words of affection for the husband she still loved so dearly. "With tho assistance of some kind neighbors and tho sale of what little furniture we had I procured enough money to pay for a decent burial, and three days after her funeral I started on my journey to find my grandfather. I had only sufficient money to buy my railroad ticket and a little more, but I THE WORLD OF WOMEN. AMUSING AND INSTRUCTIVE READING FOR THE WOMEN. A Quiet Life To Make Hair Curl-War- ning to the Women to Meet. Business Worries. Miss Mary F. Seymour, the editor of the Business Woman's Journal, proposes soon to organize a woman's business college in the United States. She says it will bo the outcome of tho 1'nion School of Stenography and Typewriting, which she has so suc-cessfully conducted for ten years. Probably this venture will be some-what similar to the college which is now being launched by a lady at Ben Uhydding in Yorkshire. About Kissing. On the question as to whether kiss-ing ought to be abolished, in defer-ence to tho opinion of the physicians that dangerous diseases are ikely to beauty entitle them to all of 'In earth and a good share of the planets. Wbpien who lug dogs around in theirikms when there are millions of niothera-rs- , homeless children ia thf world. ' Warning to tno Fat. Four women lietweon the ages of ." and 00, who considered their figures too stout for beauty, resolved two years ago to try one of the "systems for reducing fat" given in a newspaper. They were in erfect nealth at the time. They gave up at once and w holly the use of certain kinds of food to which they had been accustomed since childhood. They took each day excessive and unaccustomed ex-ercise, and overstrained ther muscles by lifting heavy weights. All this was done without the knowledge of a phy-sician. The result was unexpectedly success-ful. During the first fortnight they lost weight rapidly The decrease in weight was accom-panied with a sense of prostration and pains in the limbs, but theso things mattered little to them compared with their joy in the more narrow waists and delicacy of feature. They perse-vered with the experiment. One is now a victim of nervous pros-tration; a second contracted typhoid fever, and after a struggle of weeks for life died; the two others have suf-fered with rheumatic gout. Iu each case the physician stated that the weakening of the tissues by the sudden and complete change of diet, had rendered the patient unable to resist disease. Do not tamper with that moat won-derful complex of all machines, ycur body. When you attempt to change its workings, unless under the direction of a skillful physician, you lay your ignorant hand upon the mainspring of life. - be communicated through the contact of the lips a symposihum of eminent authorities is unani-mous in the opinion that the kiss de-serves to survive. Such a distin-guished man as Gen. Tecumseh Sher-man, for instance, is in favor of kiss-ing, barring only the kiss of two peo-ple before a third party when the third party isn't in it. That is opinion, is quite too aggra-vating. She Was Not a Connoisseur. One of the green clerks iu Buffalo's largest crockery store sold a plate before Christmas to a woman custom-er. The plate was marked $125, and the clerk charged the customer $1.23 for it. The one hundred and twenty, five dollar mark meant that the plates are worth that much a dozen. (Jreat w.w the dismay of the clerk when the mistake was discovering. But all's well that ends well. Theday afterthe mistake occurred in cnine the custom-er with theten dollarplate. Shedidn't like the plate didn't think it was quite good enough. She wanted some-thing better. She was accommodated with a two dollar plate. Buffalo Ex-ores- s. Spotted gells. Even the most charming complexion is justilied in rebelling against being barred off by the freakish veiling of tho moment, says a writer in the Phila-delphia Inquirer. Tho "beauty spots," which are supposed to lend a piquant charm to the face, become ludicrous in the extreme when allowed to settle in eccentric fashion over tho eye or upon the tip of the nose. A becoming way of arranging these "mouches" is yet to bo discovere-d- At present they are parodies. The cross meshed veiling, behind which half of the prettiest eyes and daintiest complexions in the city are hidden, be-comes even more trying to a woman's prettiness than its patch rivals in tulle. Countess Tolstoi. The Countess Tolstoi has lately visited London as a delegate to the Liberal Woman's Federation. She is a, beautiful and accomplished woman and unlike her husband, is extremely fond of society. She gives up her pref-srenc- e, however, and is tho novclfst's private secretary, making type-writte- n copies of his prohibited stories and circulating them through the mails whenever possible. There are nine shildren, of whom the eldest, a very attractive girl of eighteen is her fa-ther's most enthusiastic disciple, deny-ing herself all indulgences, wearing the cheapest clothing, and attempting in all things to live as did the primitive Christians. All the family speak Eng-lish, French and Russian, and most of them are mnsicians. A Quiet Life. Next to beauty, or the attractiveness that passes for beauty, or both, the object of the sensible woman's desire is a quiet life. There is on record a tale of a young woman who had been reared in a roaring and turbulent city. Her health was impaired, and it was decided that she must pass a year in strict retirement at her husband's country place, "far from the madden-ing crowd." At the end of six months, however, sho returned to town, de-claring that so quiet a life was more than she could endure. It appears thatduringthat time sho had thirty-seve- n different servants, one of whom was discharged for an at-tempt to 6et tho house on tire while intoxicated, and one for an attempt to rob the plate-close- t, while half a dozen more were sent away for violent quarrels in the part of the establish-ment. Her mother-in-la- had been thrown from a carriage at tho foot of tho lawn and injured fatally; her sister- -in-law had come to make a visit and had improved the opportunity to run away with a man whom she had been forbidden to marry. The time had further been broken in upon by visits from tho six bridesmaids of the hostess, who invited them in pairs for two weeks each, and then asked a few men to meet them, lest it should be dull. A gale had blown down an oak so near the house that its branch-es dashed in the drawing-roo- win-dows, and the stables had been struck by lightning and burned totheground. "And such a quiet life," tho lady said, conluding her account, "was too much for me." To Make the Hair Curl. Coiffeurs have been rivaling with each other in inventions which will give the most natural wave and stay the longest. One of the designers, Mar-te- l, is now called tho Koch of hair dressers, because he alone has dis-covered a way of waving the hair that looks so natural and lasts so long that the society women now look as if they were all born with curly hair. In vain do the other manipulators of the brush and comb cudgel their brains to find out his way. They are all oblidged to confess their inability to discover it. This fortunate hair dresser's salons are so crowded with women that they are obliged to wait hours for their turn. He believes in making money out of inventions, and complacently acquiesces in a means which tho impatient have taken to obtain precedence. When the attend-ant opens the door to cry "Next!" women whoso turns will not take jilace for somehours bid as at an auc-tion to break tho ranks. The coif-feur's price is $2 a wave, and one woman will exclaim, "I'll pay $3 to go in now." Another offers $4; the at-tendant waits until the highest bidder has shouted her price, and then intro-duces her into his master's prosence. This coiffeur is said to make two and three hundred dollars a day at the business. The other morning an Eng-lishwoman called to make an appoint-ment for the coiffeur to wave her hair at home. "What is your price?" she asked. "Four dollars when I go to the house; but it is useless to tell you, for my time is taken up, and women in vain have offered me double and triple the price for precedence." "Oh, well, money is no object. I am willing to pay you any price. I'll give you $40 if you will come at my convenience." "For that money I shall make the others wait," Baid the practical hair-dresser. Paris cor. Brooklyn Eaglw A Proof of Gallantry, 'Those vinegary persons who think politeness is a lost science because they sometimes see ladies standing in the cars while tired men are seated can see the refinement of gallantry and every day in tho General post-offic- e. There is never an hour while the long line of men tails away from the retail stamp window that some woman does not insist upon taking her place at the head of the line in-stead of the foot, to buy a stamp or get a package weighed. Time is pre-cious to most of the men in the fine, but no one has ever known to object to the peculiarly feminine irregularity, whereas if a man tries to do the same thing oaths and violence are some-times used to right the injustice New York Sun. Unpleasant Women to Meet. Women who wear diamonds with calico cresses. Sneering women, who snap at your clothes, your family and your friends. Women who talk baby talk to each other and kiss each other on all Women who gossip, and who never fail to tell you disagreeable things said of you. Simpering, babyish women, who haven't brains enc ugh to know when: tJicv're hungry. Vvomen who wear rainbow gowns on the street and a whole millinery store on their heads. Women with voices as sweet as a turtle dove's coo in society and like a buzz saw in the family. Hysterical women, who burst into floods of tears if you cross them in the slightest particular. Beautiful women, who think their Thers is not a harder-workin- g, more faithful set of men than the life-savi-crews in the public service; and yet it is very difficult to get Con-gress to listen to their appeal for bet-ter pay. The reason is apparent enough there is very little politics in the life-savi- service. It is with frontier settlements pret-ty much as it is with raising children. In families where tbe mother wears slippers, one of which she cau easily remove and promptly apply to the slippery boy whero it will do the most good, tbe children cannot help grow-ing up to be good and dutiful citizens. Quite a persistent effort is being made to break up gambling, which has become an apparently permanent in stilutlon in moat of the larger places. The judges hare charged the grand juries to indict even such officials as neglect to perform their whole duty in breaking ud gambling establishments. A stheet car company in Indian-apolis has placed smoking cars on its electric motor trains, each car bearing a sign designating its character. But it is said that the women invaded those cars the first day they were in use and glared as fiercely as ever at tbe men who did not throw their cigars out of the windows. How well the boy knows him, tho boy's man. No need to tell him this man likes boys. He shows it in all his actions. If he doesn't say anything there is a kindly twinkle in his eye every time it falls upon a boy that speaks volumes. Perhaps he has boys at home, perhaps he hasn't, for it isn't every father of boys who is a boy's man. MR. STANLEY aenvers mis oracular opinion: "All the Indians should be corralled and disarmed and furnished with neat cottages and given a start to that they might become useful citi-zens." Mr. Stanley may bo an au-thority on matters on tho Congo, but what he don't know about the North Amerloan Indian would fill a book largor than "In Darkest Africa." The scientists are threatening to drive a useful and deserving animal out of business. They say that soap can be made out o! corn without tho introduction of the hog, and that eventually processes will be discovered for making other bog products direct-ly from the grain. A company has already commenced the manufacture of soap in Iowa, but the process is not fully demonstrated to bo a complete success'. The good old state of Maine has teen the "abandoned farm' scheme of its sister state, New Hampshire, and proposes to follow in the footsteps of the latter. The statistics complied by the Labor Commissioner show that 8,810 farms have been abandoned in the 609 towns and plant itions from which reports were asked. The num-ber of acres Is 253,545 and the assessed valuation $1, 213,761), an average of $1.99 an acre. Op course some of us havo more reasons for gratitude and appreciation than others, because our lot in life is better and our allotments are much more favorable than those of others. And yet every human being, no matter what his condition, has reason to grateful for something. It muy much, but it is something. Life; istenoe, evon the barest and coJi" est form of it, is worth sorati?o:tt hence it should stir our gratitude. Last year's sugar crop of Louisiana was the largest ever raised in the state, and it is supposed the sugar yield from it will be proportionately large, though the figures are not yet mnde up. The average yield of cane is twenty tons to the acre, but eases are published this yoar where the yield has been fifty to sixty tons, and on some plantations it is said the pro-- duct of sugar has been 5,000 6, 000 and even 7,000 pounds to the acre having a money value, at 5 cents a pound, of $250, $300 and $350. These appoar monstrous figures to western corn raisers. The Sheriff's Nervy Wife. W. D. Blanton, of Stephenvillo Tex., convicted of horso theft and granted a new trial, was remanded to jail. One day while Perkins, acting jailer in the absence of Sheriff Shands, was feeding the prisoners, Wanton, who had concealed himself in the run around, and provided himself with a loose stove leg, made a break for lib-erty, running Perkins down stairs. Perkins fell as he ran, and yelled out, "Look out! Blanton is coining!" Mrs. Shands, wife of the sheriff, who resides below, called to her daughters to run and lock the doors, while she gathered the Winchester, threw a cartridge in it and drew it upon the prisoner, who cried out, "Mr. Shands, don't be excited." She replied, "You are the only one excited. Holdup!" and he held up and was marched back. Cor. Fort Worth Gazette. It has long been claimed that each nation has its peculiar mission and excellenoy. Greece had to reveal the prinoiples of philosophy, art and science. Rome developed tho spirit of organization and realized the idea of law and civil government Ger-many's best gifts to the world are in tbe direction of erudition and scienti-fic scholarship. England's forte is to plant colonies and to carry on a suc-cessful maritime commerce. The United States are working out practic-ally the ideal of with the utmost possible freedom for the Individual. Older than any of these nations by many centuries, the Jewish race, though widely scattered all over the globe, still retains its peculiar characteristics sod is still an Import-sa- t factor ia the world's progress. Heroic Treatment of a Cold, "You have taken a severe cold," said the old family doctor, "and it seems to have settled in yourthroat." "Yes, doctor, you see I can hardly speak," said the patient, a vivacious, briaht-eye- d young woman. "Can you stand heroic treatment, do vou think?" asked the doctor. "Try me!" "Are you sure?" "Yes, anything you like; medicine, mustard plasters, electricity any-thing!" said she in a breath. "And you want to get back your voice?" "Yes!" "It's heroic treatment, mind you." "All right what is it?" "You mustn't talk at all for two days." Pittsburg Dispatch Overwork. The great labor movement, though it is a serious thing, is not without its humors. It is said that following a strike in a cider-vineg- ar factory in a Maine vil-lage, the wag of the place was asked: "Why did the men strike up at the vinegar factory?" "I understand," said he. "that it was because the cider was working more than tan hours a day." |