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Show An Artists Hjl Maurice strolled aimlessly through the umbrageous forest. The rain had ceased, but from the loaves drops of water still dripped with the light sound of a trickling fountain. At a distance the path ho was following opened on a green glade. The trunks of the trees were dark, their branches darker still, and the spreading foliago of the chestnuts, meeting above the head of the young artist, seemed like the vault of a cathedral at the hour when the declining sun sends through the windows a mysterious light into the obscurity of the interior. Maurice loved the hour when the day dies, when a gray tint falls upon all objects, confounding their contours, softening their angles and rounding their outlines. He walked slowly, each moment discovering in the forest many-color- THE DARK CONTINENT. Th Greater Part of It a Brre, Field for Archaeologists. F. C. Selons in a recent magn article tells of the beauties of Masimn land in South Africa, which he the richest country in that part tf tb continent. According to all accent, about eighty ye irs ago Mashuniian was densely populated and all th fettle valleys were under cultivation bu him to seek to make name; nevertheless he was certain that this picture would set the seal on his reputation. By the time he had finished the picture mj his satisfaction Winter bad come, and Maurice' was in love with his little model. He loved her too much to tell her of his love, too much to tear her from native meadow this flower of maidenhood whom he could not make his wife, but enough to suffer at the thought of parting from hhr. She had naught that goes to the making of happiness in life, neither depth of sentiment, nor devotion, which makes one forget ail most of the were people killed b stronger tribes and there is nothitf loft to show that they ever lived excef the deep pits from which they took sA to plaster their huts and make thei and the clusters of tbor cooking-pot- s trees around the sites of their village; While North Africa teems with tb remains of the ancient Egyptian an Roman civilizations, no other part ( the world is so destitute of prehistori remains as the remainder of the dab continent. Savage Africa is now i the beginning of the iron age, and no until within the past two or three year have any vestiges of the stone agebee. discovered. In all his wanderingsLiv ingstone never picked up so much a a flint arrowhead. Recently, howevei quite a number of ancient stone iinpk rnents have boon unearthed in Angol and on the lower Congo. There is one part of South A'ria where extensive remains of prehislo ic people have been discovered, lip region extends several hundred nla inland from the east coast, between and 20 degrees south latitude, Tjri is the region whore llidor Ilaggart laid tho scene of his story She, ini the ruins of great stone walls anl towers and cities that have been fount there leave no doubt that in prehistoric times the country was OccupU by a civilized people, and that thy had not only one or two cities, but a large extent of country am d formed a state. Some oftte walls of these ancient towns are 2 feet thick at the base and reach evei now a height of 30 feet. Considerin' the difference of climate, it is believe! that these ruins have stood nearly is well as the most ensuring monumers of Egyptian civilization. These interesting relics have not yet been sciei-tifi- e illy studied, but it will be surprising if the explorations of the future justify the present supposition that the founders of those cities were Phoenician colonists, who while founding colonies in North Africa and Spain did not neglect this far southern part of Africa, where they were inducei to settle by tho discovery of gold in its mountains and river-bedBut in the most of Africa there! is nothing left to disclose the stirrifig history of early days, when wave after wave of population swept over llie land, as is still occurring to some latent, the building homes and founding such prosperity as savage people enjoy upon the ruins of their predecessors. In the last book (apt. Wissmann has written he has a picture of one of the surprising street villages lie discovered far south oT the Congo. A few years later ho found these villages in ashes and their builders killed or driven away, learing no trace that a few more years will else, nor passion, which excuses all things: she was simply a pretty flower of the field, a little vain, a little coquettish, without either grave faults or great virtues. Maurice knew that she could be nothing to him, yet he adored the beautiful outlines of her scarcely developed form, which the folds of her coarse gown chastely enveloped, yet could not all conceal. He loved those deep eyes, that smiling m uth, those yellow tresses, always in disorder, the little handkerchief that crossed her bosom: all those lie loved, and it was with pain he thought of partin g from them. One alwiys parts with pain from what he never expects again to soe. It is so hard to leave behind one a bit of ones life th at he has no right to keep. He had carried off her picture, however, and before this he passed the bast hours of tho winter, ceaselessly laboring to perfect a work already perfect Tho painting was greatly admired. The critics were unanimous in their enthusiasm, but they declared that such a face could not exist except in the mind of apoit or in the imagination of a painter. Maurice listened to all this with a sinilo, and kept to himself the secret of the sweet face that had inspired him. He received flattering offers for his picture. None of his previous printings had commanded so high a price. He declined to sell it; he also refused to allow it to be engraved. As lie was unable to possess tho model of the picture, ho was determined to keep the some beauty he had not seen before, and filled with that tender admiration for nature which is a part of genius. Having reached the glade, he looked aboithim. The grass was green and 'I'osh: the delicate leaves of the trees under the drops of rain which had fallen upon thorn. He paused that he might better observe the scene, which seemed more impressive in the gathering shadows than in the full light of the sun. He saw the pretty, slight form of a girl advancing from a clump of beech trees. She walked with a supple stop, without seeing Maurice, who, as motionless as the trunk of the tree near which he stood, looked at her intently. When a few paces from him the girl saw him, trembled, and lot fall a small bundle of fagots she was carrying on her head. You frightened mo, she said, smiling, and her large, dark eyes sparkled gaily under her tangled yellow hair. lie looked at her a moment without replying. Complete harmony, which it is impossible to describe, existed between this pretty, smiling girl, the foliage of the glade and the tone of the landscape. Remain where you are, said the young man; I want to sketch you. latter. She was about to brush back the It was autumn when he returned to locks that had fallen over her fore- the village whore he had met the little head, but ho stopped her with a gest- maid with tho yellow hair. Since he ure. had paintod her portrait, twice had the Stand just as you are. bonfires of St. Johns Eve seen the He seated himself on a stone and bands of joyous peasants dancing about rapidly sketched the face and form of them, and as he thought of the young his young model. girl he smiled s idly, wondering which She wis a peasant, but delicate and of the village rustics had made her his Blight, as are these young girls before choice. they complete development, which is His first pilgrimage was to the foroften late. Her eyes were already est of cliestn uts. As darknoss comes those of a woman; her smile was still quickly on October evenings, he hasthat of a child. tened along the forest walk; but it How old are you? asked tho was not yet dark, und rays of amber artist, as he worked. still traversed tho forest, falling light I shall bo sixteen soon. upon tho leaves that trembled on Is it possible! I thought you were their branches, and upon those that younger. rustled under his feet With the odor I am small, she said, with a frank of dead leaves cams a thousand regrets, smile, but I shall grow quickly, and sorrowful memories and bitter thoughts by Saint Johns Eve I shall have a which filled him with unspeakable lover. sadness, with a greater distaste for Why on Saint Johns Eve? asked life than ho had ovor before expethe young man, pausing in his work rienced. and looking at her. Whon he reached tho glade he Because then wo shall dance seated himself in the same place, not entirely obliterate. around the bonfires. where two years before he had sketchSo soon was this pure brow, theso ed the picture which had crowned his innocent eyes, this childish mouth to fame. Tho cold stone on which he sat Was Determined to Beat Dick be profaned by the caresses of some seemed to mock all his tender Jones. feelings. 6tupid rustic! Maurice experienbed a were There a dozen or more While thus seated he saw approachvague feeling of jealousy. doors outside the store marked n him, over the path, Would you like to have me for your ing Only $1.30 each," and when the the girl who had born his model now lover? he asked, as he returned to his a large young woman. Mho was not! farmer and his wife drove up, their atwork. alone. A peasant walked beside lies tention was at once attracted. You? Ahj you aro a gentleman. I That's exactly what I am going to her hand; lie was a h indsome am a peasant. Honest girls do not holding fellow, strong and well built, and well-to-d- ask for, she said, as she ctmbed listen to gentlemen. for one of his class. He leaned down over the wheel to the platform. Such is the code of virtue among You was, eh? I'd like to know toward her, and from time to time villagers. The young man made no kissed a tear from her cheek. what we want of a screen door? he reply to her words, but said: When they saw Maurice, the) growled. I can see no longer. Will you re- paused, confused and hat does other folks want of surprised. turn here 'em?" a little earlier? And this he thought, is tho girl For my picture? Sure null. If folks want to buy of whom I have dreamed. Yes. But he took pity on her when, in a every grimeraek that comes cut let I will return. em do it, but wo han't got no money Good evening. voioo of sighs, she said to him: She took up her fagots, and passing to throw away." do not I wish us to marry. They under the arching chestnuts, soon disMoses, weve got to have a screen am poor, lie is well off, and his mothshe observed as she wenti-loserfloor," appeared in the shades of evening. n er does not want me for a daughter-iMaurice returned home dreaming of law; she even talks of e are tho only folks on the whole disinheriting the girl with th yellow hair. Although him. Center Line mad without one. he had often before seen pretty peas- Has it hurt us any?" do disAnd you. you not wisfi to bo cs. it has. There wasn'; a tin ants, whom he, had regarded with an inherited? Maurice said to ironically artists eye, he seemed to look on this tho young man. peddler, lightning-roman, piano girl with the jealous eyes of a lover, agent, or chicken buyer who called Why, one must live! lhat night and the next day seemed out a That is true. I am sorry for you, last summer but what hint to us." long to him, and some time before tho my children. And if they'd throwed on a hint appointed hour lie was in tho glade. They departed. Maurice. hn left He workc by himself, and whon, a to him, elf, tout iris he id between his that we orter have a door hell vou'd little later, the young girl arrived, hands and tho oglu fir a take o:i td! you cot one, I s'po-.long tuna. I don't nothin' 'b it ,t0ji- bells. looking at the sketch, she exclaimed His ideal was destroyed. In this with an air of co pioti-- and surprise: young peasant woman, still hamlsoni'. caii'C folk- on i knock wne i they come: but we do need a screeii door. Ah, it is I! Are you going to give but about to develop into a commonW hat fur?" it to me?" 1 of iris matron. remaine naught place I No, 1 will make a small picture for hey loos: rich from tin- rod, and pretty model with the yellow hair. you. they keep Hies and bugs o.it." Thus it is with our dreams, lie And this one, what are you going said, as lie arose. We have kept ho ise thbty-eigh- t All that remains to do with it? is the opportunity of doing a little year- - now, and we orter h to insects. it is going to Paris, it will be put good. Bugs and Hies don t bithor us in a large frame, it will be hung in a Ho wrote t ) Paris that same evening, none, and they are ho:i!thy anyhow. Sec how che ip they ore Moses," grand salon and all the world will go and a few days afterward be presente to sec it. himself at the house of the young wo- she continued in pleading tmi-Ah! ves, I know, at tho exposition. hut you kin ini) tin man. netting You know what that is? I have sold your portrait," he said fur live cents a yard white aid green There have been artists here before to her in the and yaliar and all kinds. I of her astonishtoll ye. who painted pictures for the exposiIt lias brought a large Martha, we can't afford it." ed mother. She sighed anl was tuniiig away, tion, as they said, but they never price, indeed, a little fortune. I have when the li lnot-muman calm out aud to painted my portrait. the immiv that you brought The day was drawing to a beautiful you may marry said: Translalover. briskly jour close. The atmosphere had the s ft, ted from the French of Henry (Jreville, Ali, how a iv you. folks. Looking dedicate tones which had delighted by A. U. Haven for tho Epoch. nt those screen doo-- -, eh? Powerful Maurice on the previous evening, aud nice things to keen fin-- out.' his work advanced r ipidlv. -- o. s no-- ,Stranded Porpoises. implied tho Ho painted on the picture afterward A school of porpoises was branded 1 farmer, but we don't want any. in his studio, lie determined to make on the near tvira-otn- ,, Fla., ia-- t rather line to ii m ibe- - arou-id- it his best work. Being alrealy well wet-and twenty-seveWeil, I conhi'nl let yo have one died before! ' known, it was no longer necessary for the return of the tide. 0. that lot, uin how. lhelv Jones fair-size- s. now-come- rs well-know- . d 1 " - - I s. a-a- piv-em- , 1 ro-k- ' ' n takes the whlole lot anyhow. Dick Jones takes the whole five. What! our Dick, Yes, over on the corners. And hes all mortgaged up and cant buy a new plow! There, Moses, what do you think! exclaimed the wife. And Dick Jones has bought them doors? he asked of the merchant. Yes, hell take em. No he wont! Just load three of I don't go much em into my wagon on grimcracks, and I know wo dont need em, but I haint goin to let no turnip top like Dick Jones go swelling around over me not this year. Come along, old woman, and pick ye out a forty cent pair of stockings yes you may go as high as CO! I'll be swashed if any family named Jones can sit on our coat tails! New York Sun. ! Gems of Thought. The love of money is the root of St. Paul. Flattery is a sort of bad mo ney all evil. to which our vanity gives currency.. Locke. Fools with bookish knowledge are children with edged weapons; they hurt themselves, and put others in is more danpain. The Zimmergerous than the simpleton. man. In all evils which admit a remedy, impatience should ho avoided, because it wastes that time and attention in complaints which if properly applied, might remove tho cause. Johnson. The richest genius, like the most fertile soil, when uncultivated shoots up into the rankest weeds; and instead of vines and olives for the pleasure and use of man, produces to its slothful owner the most abnndant crop of poisons. Hume. I have lived to know that the great secret of human happiness is this: Never suffer your energies to stagnate The old adage of too many irons in the fire conveys an untruth. You cannot have too many, poker, tongs, and all, keep them all going. Adam Clarke. It is hard for a haughty man ever to forgive one that has caught him in a vault, and whom he knows has reason to complain of him; his resentment never subsides till ho has regained the advantage ho has lost, and found means to malic the other do him equal wrong. Bruycre. Thou may at be sure that he that will in private tell thee of thy faults is thy friend, for ho adventures thy dislike, and doth hazard thy hatred; for there are few men that can endure it, every man for the most part delighting iu which is one of the most universal follies that bewitcheth mankind. Sir W. Raleigh. half-learn- self-prais- e, Filling a Long Felt "Want. Some day or other every reporter will carry around a phonograph, and when he interviews a man the latters words will be taken down with an accuracy admitting of no dispute. Then when the interviewed gentleman comes around in the(morr.ing like a vo eruption to explain that his language was distorted, and all that sort of thing, the reporter can quietly pull the phonograph with one hand and a gun with the other, and ask him what he is going to do about it. When this scheme can be successfully operated a long felt want will be filled. As it is at present, when a man gets into trouble because of his remarks being faithfully printed he at once swears that the reporter mixed up Iris words with an egg beater and run them in. In such a manner the guileless newspaper man frequently gains a reputation fo r lying, which he docs not deserve. Snakes Leaving Their Winter Halls. Quite a number of rattlesnakes have been killed near Del Mar. Tho other day a party of ladies and gentlemen were driving in Paradise Valley, when their horses began to plunge and the driver perceived a huge rattler coiled in tho road. The snake was excited at the rapid approach of th.e wagon and his tail went buzzing like a broken The gentlemen in the mainspring. party alighted and attacked the monster with whips, but ho withstood the Thou Mrs. Tom Scott, of the assault. Horton House, who was in the party, seized a club an l soon laid his snake-shi- p low. S iturd ly Fred D. Smith, a 13. from Sherburne, N. Y., was of boy hunting quail two miles from Lakeside. He shot a brace of birds that fell among the rocks, and when he went to get them he was intercepted by a rattlesnake. Tho boy discharged iris gun at the reptile and killed it. This snake was between five and six feet long, as large around as a stout man's ann and had twelve rattles. San Diego (Gal.) Sun. Thread Found i t an Apple. Louise Huneeker, a Bristol (Conn.) girl, bit into an apple recently and found a thread imbedded in it By careful manipulation the apple was cut It was up and tho thread removed. inches long and quite twenty-fou- r coarse, being about No. 4 in size. There was a knot in one end. Tho apple was the King Phillip species and about four inches in diameter. The thread was wound directly about the core. Its presence in tho apple is accounted for by the theory that last soring a bird must have dropped the thread, which lodged in the and remained until it became inclosed in the apple. apple-blos.-o- m Wonders of the Heavens. The elder Struve made the movement of the sun through space to be about five miles a second, but on the supposition of the brightest stars being between two and three times nearer to us than they seem really to be. We can now see that the actual speed of the solar system can scarcely fall short of twelve or exceed twenty miles a second, says tho Cotemporary Record. By a moderate estimate, then, our position in spaco is changing to the extent of 500,000,000 miles annually, and a collision between our sun and the nearest fixed star would be inevitable (were our course directed in a straight line toward it) after the lapse of .0,000 years! The old problem of how the heavens move, successfully attacked in the solar system, has retreated to a the stars, from stronghold among which it will be difficult to dislodge it. In the stupendous mechanism of the sidereal universe tin acting forces can only betray themselves to us by the varying time configurations of its parts. But as yet our knowledge of stellar movements is miserably scanty. They are apparently so minute as to become perceptible, in general, only through observations of great precision extending over a number of years. Even the quickest moving star would an are of spend 275 years in cro-sin- g the heavens equal to tho disk of the full moon. Yet all tho time (owing to the inconceivable distances of the object in motion) these almost evanescent displacements represent velocity in many cases so enormous as to baffle every attempt to account for thorn. Runaway stars aro no longer of extreme rarity. One is the Great Bear, known as Groombridge 1830, invisible to the naked eye, but sweeping over at least 200 miles each second, long led the van of sellar speed. Prof. Prichards photographic ietermination of tho parallax of Cassiopeia shows, however, that inconspicuous object not only be a sun about forty times ns luminous as our awn, but to be traveling at the rate of 100 miles while Dr. Elkin's result for Arcturus gives it a velocity of little less than 400 miles a Look to Coughlin. In the Cronin case look to this man Coughlin, a detective of the Fast Chicago avenue station. What are his antecedents? How came he by his appointment? What rational explanation is there of his extraordinary conduct in the pending investigation? What rational explanation is there of the trust imposed upon him by his immediate superior? Admittedly an enemy of Cronin he is set to work on the Cronin case. It is known that Saturday evening. May 4, Dr. Cronin was called for by a man in a buggy, who decoyed him from his office by the assertion that an employe of Sullivan, the was injured and needed his immediate services. The man drove a white horse. What ice-ma- n, develops? j e The owner who let that horse let him to a stranger on the reclivery-stabl- ommendation of Coughlin. Coughlin and ) helan wore detailed to have him looked up. They reported thatthey had found him, that ho was all right, and that they had let him go. Coughlin, the detective, had previously advised the livery-stabl- e keeper to say nothing about the matter. The finding of Cronin's body brings up the question anew. The uneasy liveryman, feeling that something is being covered up, goes to police headquarters. Coughlin makes no satisfactory expiation. lie is bidden to produce the man. Can he do so now? If he can will he? If he will not he should iiistantlv be arrested. This seems clear. The livery rig lot on Coughlins recommendation was let to tho man who used it to drive Dr. Cronin from his office and deliver him into tho hands of assassins in Lake View. Coughlin was sent to find the man and reported that having-founhim he ascertained him to be all right and let him go. I li s name was not given, tho reason for Iris hiring rig was not reported, he was not produced and submitted to examination by any other officer. One police officer says that having used the rig for the purpose of ascertaining whether or not Mrs. Conklin, who saw the man drive from the door of her house with Dr. Cronin, would or would not second! recognize it he learned that Mrs. The express star of the southern Conklin was positive th it it was not lemisphere, so far, is one of the the same. Mrs. Conklin denies havfourth magnitude situated in Toucan. made any such remark. Its speed of about 200 miles a second ingIt is clear that a man who knew tho nay, however, soon turn out to be conspiracy and delivered Cronin into some of the surpassed by rapidly the hands of his murderers was within noving stars picked out for measure-uen- t the grasp of the law and was perat the cape. Among them are mitted to escape. some pairs drifting Let us know whether tho city of together, and presumed, therefore, to be connected Chicago itself, through police agents, by a special bond, and to lie at nearly is an accessory both before and after ;he same distance from ourselves. the fact to a horrible murder. This presumption will now be brought Chicago Times. so the test. The Woolly Aphis. ihe Biggest Shad. Perhaps no insects are more widely 4Tve heerti that a Hudson fisherman spread in our orchards tnan the woolly .'aught a shad that weighed nigh onto aphis. It is nothing more nor less than line pounds and gave it to the mayor a louse, living on tho tinder roots and fi tho town, said a Kingston Point branches of the tree and injuring it I ve bin fisherman to a reporter. the sap. The wooliy aphis is ;ole thet the papers there klaim thet of a reddish color and when crushed :t was the biggest shad ever ketehed leaves a slain like blood. For this !n the Hudson ltiver, continued the reason it is sometimes called the blood ishorman. Thet is a mistake. I louse. The name aphis is the name of ietehed the biggest shad onct. I will all plant lice, and it is called woolly tell you how it was. You may think aphis because there are loose, woolly-lookints kind o queer like, but J have bin hairs around the insects. They Sshin for shad more than ten years, live in clusters around tho roots and an I darent look in thou- eyes when I cause them to have warty looking take them outer the water. If I do, knots. They also swarm on the tender then I lose the fish. Have to throw water sprouis. causing knobby looking them right back in the water. J dont bunches and looking a little iiko milsnow how it is, but when a shad that dew, but on close inspection the liee :s being hauled into the boat looks me can readily be seen with the naked I kant stan' their eye. In the summer they go up the in the eyes I wilt. ippealin look. It seems as if I kin tree, forming woolly looking bunches, ead in their expreshun, For Gods where the bark is tender, sucking the lake, fisherman, spare my life: an' sap and giving the branches a dry, when that occurs then- lives is spared, parched appearance and making them i suppose the fust two If the soM is rich a years I fished I easy to break. ost moren a hundred dollars wurth of tree may have many of the insects shad by lookin' in their eyes. Now without showing much injury, but if ibout tiie big shad I ketehed. One day the soil is ihin or dry. or cultivation ny boy an" me was pullin in our net. poor, the aphis makes his work show. Jf course I had my back turned to the The branches become dry, the fruit let, so I couldnt see the shads eyes. small and woody, and the death of the IVhen the net was up so far that the tree is only a matter of time, and in ish could be seen, my boy hollers out: all cases the tree is gradually dwarfed. Oh! dad, there is a shad in the net as The aphis breeds very rapidly, but fig as a big sturgeon. Like a fool I spreads slowly from tree to tree. If a iurned and that shads eyes met mine. young tree in good soil dwindles with,;alt Peter, though! wasn't it a wallop-;- r. out apparent cause, it is a s ife propoIll bet it weight'd over sixteon sition to assume that its roots are inIts scales were as big as fested with the woolly aphis. One of pounds. Mv heart was the simplest remedies for the insects is diver half dollars. .ouched by its appealin' look, an I to dig the soil away from the has..-- of Jirew it in the river again. But you the tree and place a bucketful of tin bet that I ketehed l ho biggest shad ashes around it. This should be done before the rains stop, so that Jver taken from the Hudson River. the lye will be washed into the roots. Exchange. Dry lime answers the same purpose, Anecdote of a Vanderbilt. but, of course, aqua-torswould be sufficient. Both of those remedies are once a George Vanderbilt, says beneficial to tho trees, but the effects week, has recently done a graceful not lasting. The best remedy of are which shows not only tho most all is let, gas lime, to be found around gasthoughtful and considerate affection works. One or two shoveifulls of it or his mother, but an amount of senti-ne- sprinkled around the tree will kill not often to be seen in rich every aphis. It must not touch the day. tree, however, for it might kill it. remig men at the pro-en- t Knowing tho partiality that his moth-j- r I ho effects lasts for fully three years had for her old home on Staten Is- and it is also valuable as a manure. land, where the early days of her Mendocino (Cal.) Republican. Married life were pas.-- e 1, and. where A Nervous .Man Indeed. nott of her children were born, he winch hud dis purchased the old Dr. Von Bulow is a very nervous man, alien almost int decay: has restored, as every one knows and as mosi artists enovated and decorat 'd it, as nearly is possible in the style of forty years are. At the recent performance it was noticed that he left the stage in tho igo, aud lias collected from the vari- middle of a piece, and returned wilh a ous persons to whom it had been sold ill the furniture as it was when Mrs. stalwart mechanic who moved the Vanderbilt was taken there as a bride. piano some distance to the left: and he then sat down and finished his Slothing has been forgotten or left that I have learned since performance. on from her re'urii her mdone, and Mexican trip, this old home, beautified what the difficulty was: The day was ind restored, will be presented to warm and the theatre warmer, nd the lady who sat directly in the range of Mrs. Vanderbilt for a summer resihis vision was fanning herself vigor-ousl- y lence. against time! He said that if she had only kept time with the music, To Be Pitied. First Bel it- I hear your father has he could have stood it, but her false beat nearly drove him frantic. I only failed or at least lost heavily in Wall wonder that he didn't ask-- her to stop, street. instead of putting himself to the inconSecond Belle Ye- -. poor dear, he can venience of having the piano moved. no longer light iris cigars with crisp Dill-;- , but ha- - to use A Hawk-Spottin- g Ilog. biils. It is awful! -- Epoch. Clyde Swccn, of Gumming, Gn., is evidently the Eli Perkins of that vicin'I wo Worms. ity. He says Iris father lias a hog According to tho declaration of the that will spot a haws sailing around in prohibition party of Maryland cider is the air, aud will ha i; around under more injurious than whisky or brandy. tnc pirate bii-ii makes a mm! Wo hardly think it We rather think swoop Mr. Hoc Bien l he haw k out that the worm of the still is more agof tho air and. gressive ami dangerous than the worm devours it. Glide's tulle r al of the apple. - Detroit Tribune. Cow that catches ami, cat- - rabbits d pro-ligio- - -- - nt - live-doll- onc-iloll- i dun-snatch- es |