EMILY'S SUMMER FRIEND.
She Was Ragged, But She Knew the
Birds and Flowers and Trees.
"If you are really anxious to get
away, pet, suppose you go alone to
Spencer s, and we'Jl be there in a few
days."
Now that her father had given this
permission, Emily was not slow in
packing her gbods for the trip, and
the next day she was on the way.
The Spencers lived in a little vil
lage on the side of a mountain and
they had invited the Grahams to
spend a vacation with them. Mr. and
Mrs. Graham had yet to make ar
rangements before departing, but
Emily had hardly known what to do
with herself since school had closed,
and was glad of the consent to go at
once.
Arriving at the little station, Emily
was met by Mr. Spencer in a light
carriage, for there was still some
little distance to go. She had seen
him often in the city, and so they
were well acquainted with one an
other.
Just before they reached the home
of the Spencers they passed by an
old shaky-looking barn that seemed
to be kept from falling only by stout
poles propped against the outside.
“Who owns this wretched place?”
asked Emily with interest.
“We call him 'Peter Tumbledown,’”
answered Mr. Spencer; "and that old
A Friend in Need.
house over there is where he and his
little girl lives."
The house looked as badly in need
of repairs as the barn. As she looked
Emily saw dodge out of sight behind
the side of it a little girl of about
her own age, with a inass of tangled
hair and a very tattered dress.
Mrs. Spencer welcomed Emily cor
dially. and she felt at home from the
very first.
Everything was so new that Emily
found much enjoyment in her walks
about the place.
After awhile she took longer trips
front the house, and often passed by
the barn of "Peter Tumbledown."
Sometimes she saw the ragged little
girl, but as Emily was just a wee
bit proud because she came from the
city, and besides the girl was so very,
very dirty looking, she never spoke
to her.
Near by was a beautiful lake with
a tiny island right in the center of it.
One day Emily ventured into a boat
that lay by the shore and paddled out
to the island.
Lying down to rest for a few mo
ments she fell asleep, and it was
late in the afternoon when she awoke.
You can imagine how frightened
she was when she found that the boat
had gone adrift and that there was no
way of getting back to shore.
While she was wondering what .to
do, she saw approaching her another
boat, and in’ it the ragged girl of
■“Tumbledown Cottage."
"if you don't mind coming into my
boat,” said she shyly, when quite
near, "I can take you to land."
"I'd be glad to," gratefully replied
Emily, "and I'm much obliged to you
for your trouble.”
Emily soon learned that the little
girl s name was Ally, that she never
went to school, and that her dog, Gyp,
was all she ever had to play with.
Ally really wasn’t so bad once you
knew her, and. too, you could not but
pity her.
Emily .thanked her again as she
left for home, and they parted quite
friendly.
Mr. and Mrs. Graham came the
next day, so she had no chance to see
Ally for some time. After that, how
ever, they met often, and Emily soon
found that although Ally had not been
to school, there was nothing in the
country that she rfid Gyp did not
know. .
Mr. Graham believes that Emily
learned more from Ally about grow
ing things than she ever learned in
school.
Emily things so, too, and she has
learned, besides, that though a little
girl may be ragged, she may still be
worth while having for a friend.—
Detroit Free Press.
Boy Gees Over St. Anthony's Falls.
Minneapolis, Minn.—Anthony Aspi
natis, a 17-year-old boy, recently ar
rived from Chicago, shot like a cata
pult over St. Anthony’s falls at a late
hour the other day and lived to tell
the story. The boy sat down on a log
to rest just above the falls. Suddenly
the log slid into the water, carrying
him with it. Whirling, turning, twist
ing. now upon the surface of the wa
ter, now submerged, the youth held
bravely on until he reached a com
paratively easy current, when he
swam to Spirit island.
Shakespeare at the Seashore.
Stella—What was the summer re
sort like?
Kella—A hamlet with Romeo left
out.—N. Y. Sun.
EGGS THAT JUMP.
A Trick Which Will Entertain and
Amuse Your Friends.
Tour friends will be mystified com
pletely if you do this trick very care
fully.
Take a number of eggs; remove the
yolks and whites, so that only the
shells remain.
To each of these shells paste one
end of a strand of Tine silk, attach
the other end to one of your fingers.
In doing the trick, cautions the Los
Angeles Times, be sure that your audi
ence are far enough away to be un
able to see the silken threads.
Now say that you will be able to
make the eggs leap into the air by
magnetizing them with your fingers.
Oi course, as you move a finger up
ward and downward, the shell at
vT
The Secret of the Trick.
(ached to the other end of the strand
of silk will move up and down. You
can gain a pretty effect by making
them dance in time to music.
TRAPPING RABBITS.
Why the Proposition of a Store-Keeper
Didn’t Pan Out.
"There are lots of rabbits in the
woods back of the rye field, and I’ve
got six box-traps in the barn. If you'll
see to 'em every morning we'll set the
traps now." This proposition made
to a 14-year-old boy, says Mr. Fred
Mather, the author of "Men I Have
Fished With," seemed a fine proposi
tion, and the boy ihstantly agreed. He
was to put the captured rabbits in a
bag, and the man who owned the traps
was to take care of them. The boy
tells the story:
“The next night was clear and crisp,
and oh! how cold that morning was!
The first trap was unsprung. The sec
ond actually held a rabbit. There was
the game crouched in the far end. I
let the trap down, and for a few mo
ments enjoyed my triumph. I was a
mighty trapper!
“I carefully adjusted the bag over
the trap, and then opened it. There
was a thud in the bottom of the bag,
and then a glimpse of something gray
and a sound of Zip! zip!’ and if that
really was a rabbit it was gone.
"The third trap held a rabbit, and
with the last failure in mind, great
care was taken in arranging the bag,
but somehow the same thing happened
again. The next two traps were empty
and the sixth was sprung.
"Remembering what Garry had said
about a rabbit not biting, I put in a
hand and brought the animal out some
way, memory fails to record how, but
it does bring back the pitiful cries
that rang through the woods. But I
hardened my heart and dropped the
game in the bag. and started for home
with my prize, in triumph not unmixed
with other feelings.
“After pondering for a while on the
escape of the other two rabbits, the
recollection of those pitiful cries came
up in full force. Then I seemed to
realize that they came from a poor,
terrified and harmless thing that 1 was
taking to be killed without the excite
ment of the hunt.
“I peeped into the bag. Two large
eyes and a trembling form were in
the corner. Somehow the grip on the
mouth of the bag was loosened, the
bottom was turned up, and a white
lump cf cotton in a field of gray went
bobbing off into the brush.
"When I entered Tom Simmonds'
store, 1 said to Garry: 'Here's ycur
bag. 1 haven't got any rabbits, and
don't want any.’ ”
BOOK SHELVES AND STOOL.
Design for bookshelves and stool
which may be made by the boy or
girl carpenter. The wood may be
of dressed pine and stained and
grained to represent oak.—Los An
geles Herald.
One Reason.
“Why do they put the nation’s flag
on top of the schoolhouse?” asked the
teacher, who wanted to instil a patri
otic lesson.
“Please, ma'am,” answered the head
boy, “it's because the pole is there.”
INDIAN NOT A STOIC.
LAST OF SIOUX AT TOMB OF LAST
OF MOHICANS.
Gerveral Belief That Red Man Is Une
motional Disproved by Incident
During Col. Cody’s Visit
to Norwich, Conn.
Chicago.—There exists among those
who know of the Indian character only
by reading fiction or by hearsay the
impression that the Indian is stoical
—that he never laughs or cries and
that he is without tender sentiment.
This is simply a misunderstanding of
the Indian character. Fact is the In
dian is particularly emotional, though
he is not always particularly demon
strative in indications of what his
heart feels.
The impressions that the white men
received of the red man while an in
vader of the latter's domains have been
handed down to these generations
ever exaggerated. Thus the tvord •In
dian" has been a bugaboo to the chil
dren of many generations of America.
Education and civilization, so far as
they have reached the Indian, have
brought to view the better side of the
Indian among those of the east who
have had an opportunity to observe it;
his better side has been known to
those who have been familiar with
him in the far west.
Col. William F. Cody ("Buffalo
Bill”) and his compatriots in blazing
the western way have found it neces
sary to kill a great many Indians in
battle and on the scout, but no man
knows better the good side of the In
dian than Col. Cody, and no one could
be more eloquent than he in demon
strating it by words and treatment.
With Col. Cody are many Indians
of the truest type. Notwithstanding
their travels all over North America
and Europe with the aggregation nam
ed, these red men preserve their cus
toms. costumes, character, and individ
uality to the last degree, and yet
under the kind treatment that they
receive at the hands of Col. Cody and
his associates they are as kindly gen
ial, good natured, laughing or crying
or dignified a lot as occosinn demands,
as any other body Of people that could
be gathered from any source.
These Indians appreciate a good
story when they can understand it,
and laugh as heartily at a joke that
comes their way as anybody. They
feel the loss of kin and their sym
pathies are deep, strong and true.
A particularly interesting exhibition
of the sympathetic nature of the In
dian was brought about lately at Nor
wich, Conn., when they visited that
city.
About Norwich are many relics and
mementoes of the war between the
Narragansetts under Miantonomo and
the Mohegans under Uncas, an Indian
feud that has been dramatized in ro
mance by James Fennlmore Cooper
in his powerful story, "The Last of the
Mohicans” that has long been classic
and standard.
Among the mementoes mentioned
are monuments over the graves of
Miantonomo and Uncas, who were
deadly enemies, and Miantonomo was
slain Dy a brother of Uncas after he
had been captured by the latter,
though the execution was pursuant to
an order from white authority. Uncas
was friendly to the white settlers.
Col. Cody conducted the chiefs,
Rocky Bear, Iron Tail, Lon« Bear, Fly
ing Hawk and about 125 other braves
from the Sioux nations and other
tribes of the fast fading race of red
men of the far west, to the grave of
r
Monument to Uncas at Norwich, Conn.
Ur.cas on the occasion mentioned.
They gathered about the monument,
the Indians in their warpath trappings
and with their ponies, and here Col.
Cody told them in the simple elo
quence of the plains the story of Un
cas and his people.
After Col. Cody had concluded his
remarks the Indians, without previous
instructions from "Buffalo Bill,” at sig
nals from Rocky Bear and Iron Tail,
chanted the wild and weird dirge with
which the Indian honors the memory
of his dead.
It was a moving spectacle and one
that much Impressed the hundreds of
Norwich citizens who saw it.
As the last wails of the dirge died
away a veteran bugler from the Sixth
United States cavalry sounded "taps”
and the ceremony of respect was over.
FAIRBANKS SUMMER HOME.
Wife of Vice President Seeks Rest
in Old Farmhouse.
Boston.—A small, unpretentious old
farmhouse on the top of Porter's hill.
Putnamville, is to be the summer
Summer Home of Vice President and
Mrs. Fairbanks.
home of Millionaire Vice President
Fairbanks and wife for the next three
months.
Mrs. Fairbanks’ stay, while it may
be a quiet one, will not be uneventful.
With Magnolia, Beverly Farms and
other fashionable resorts near, with
the many country clubs so easily
reached by automobile, and with en
thusiastic Danversites planning recep
tions and visits, she may find it hard
to escape entering into the summer
gayeties which she wants to avoid.
The vice president, during the time
he is at home, will put in his time
lolling about the farm, which has an
area of 140 acres.
The house itsefc is weatherbeaten
and in need of paint. Large cbesffhut
trees sway high above and over its
roof, and hedges hide the lower por
tion of it from the passerby except
in the front.
There are severai rooms in the
house which have not been occupied
for years, but have remained locked.
lAuthlfies of great valit(C are scattered
everywhere. Even the chinaware and
glassware are many years old.
Most of the rooms in the bouse are
small. There is no gas or electricity,
the cooking is done in a large brick
oven and in most of the rooms are
the old-fashioned fireplaces of long
ago.
In the room reserved for the vice
president there is a huge armchair
stuffed with cotton and decorated in
many colors. Over the big fireplace
are two little closets which are to be
found only in olden New England
farmhouses.
About the wall of the vice presi
dent's room are several old English
prints representing scenes in the pas:
sion of Jesus.
A heavy mahogany writing desk
with strange sliding doors, concealed
drawers and old-time writing utensils
has been placed in one corner, while
a ponderous bureau ornaments the
i
other. The windows are small and
are divided into many panes.
In Mrs. Fairbanks’ sleeping room
everything is severely plain and an
tique. The room is larger than most
of the others. The bed which is to be
used by Mrs. Fairbanks is a decided
curiosity. The bedposts are so high
that they come nearly to the ceiling,
while by a jacklike arrangement the
sleeper may sleep at whatever dis
tance is desired from the floor.
NEW ALABAMA SENATOR.
Ex-Senator Johnston to Succeed Late
E. W. Pettus.
Birmingham, Ala.—The successor
to Senator E. W. Pettus, who died
recently in Hot Springs, N. C., will
be Former Gov. Joseph F. Johnson
of Birmingham. At the state pri
maries last year candidates for the
alternate senatorships were voted on
and Senator .1. H. Bankhead received
the highest vote. He was therefore,
given the first vacancy upon Senator
Morgan’s death. Gov. Johnson re
ceived the next highest vote and will
therefore be elected by the legisla
ture to the second vacancy caused by
Senator Pettus' death.
Gov. Johnson is 64 years old, has a
fine war record and has always taken
a lively interest in confederate affairs..
He served as governor of Alabama
fj-om 1896 to 1900.
Johnston will not only be elected
.. ' ici.iM!■ m
Joseph F. Johnston.
for the une.xpiied term of Senator Pet
tus, but will be elected-also for the
additional term of which Pettus was
recently elected, which expires March
4, 1915.
FULLY UP WITH THE TIMES.
Oklahoma City Surprised Narrow
Minded New Yorker.
Oklahoma amazes an easterner. The
wide, asphalted streets, the plate glass
fronts of department stores, the clean
sidewalks, the well-dressed, unhurried
shoppers, Ahe finish, the metropolitan
air you find in Oklahoma Chty, for ex
ample, seem marvels to find in a ter
ritory only 17 years old. But do not
say so.
A New Yorker who went there on
business complained that fate was
thrusting him into a wilderness, and
his Oklahoma associates could not re
assure him. But coming down to
breakfast the first morning, at his
hotel in Oklahoma City, he stared
around in wonder as he entered the
dining-room.
“This,” he exclaimed, “this is'Okla
homa!! Why, do you know?’'' confi
dentially, "I even found a porcelain
bathtub in my room."
“Well,” said an Oklahoman, drily,
“don’t you have those in New York?”
BABY TORTURED BY ITCHING,
Rash Covered Face and Feet—Would
Cry Until Tired Out—Speedy
Cure by Cuifcura.
“My baby was about nine months
old when she had rash on her face and
feet. Her feet seemed to irritate her
most, especially nights. They would
cause her to be broken in her rest, and
sometimes she would cry until she was
tired out. I had heard of so many
cures by the Cuticura Remedies that
I thought I would give them a trial.
The improvement was noticeable in a
few hours, and before I had used one
box of the Cuticnra Ointment her feet
were well and have never troubled her
since. I also used It to remove what
is known as ‘cradle cap’ from her
head, and it worked like a charm, as it
cleansed and healed the scalp at the
same time. Mrs. Hattie Currier,
Thomaston, Me., June 9, 1906.”
The Manchester canal was built at
a cost of $75,000,000 to reduce freight
rates for a distance of 35 miles, and,
while it did not prove a good inter
est bearing investment on such a
large expenditure, its indirect and
more permanent benefits are said to
have warranted it.
Germany has 3,000 miles of canal,
carefully maintained, besides 7,000
miles of other waterway. France,
with an area less than we would con
sider a large state, has 3,000 miles of
canal: and in the northern part,
where the canals are most numerous,
the railways are more prosperous.
England, Germany, France, Holland
and Belgium are all contemplating
further extension and improvement of
their canal systems.—Century Maga
zine.
Late Already.
Five minutes after the tardy gong
had struck, the principal of the school
was walking through the lower hall
when he saw a pudgy little fellow
scampering toward the first grade
room as fast as his fat legs could
carry him. “See here, young man, I
want to talk to you.” called the prin
cipal to the late comer. “I liain’t got
time to talk to you: I’m late already,”
replied the breathless beginner as the
door of his classroom closed.—The
Circle.
Never Touched Him.
“I have brought back the lawn
mower 1 bought of you last week,”
said the man with the side whiskers.
“You said you would return my money
if it wasn't satisfactory.”
“Yes, that’s what I said,” replied the
dealer, “but I assure you the money
was perfectly satisfactory in evftry
respect.”
Not His Element.
“And if I give you money,” said the
philanthropist, "will you promise to
go and take a bath?”
Redface Leary drew himself up to
his full height. ‘
“A bath? And is it a mermaid you
take me for?” he cried bitterly.
WHAT’S THE USE?
To Pour in Coffee When It Acts as a
Vicious Enemy.
Fasters have gone without food for
many days at a time but no one can go
without sleep. “For a long time I have
not been sleeping well, often lying
awake for two‘or three hours during
the night but now I sleep sound every
night and wake up refreshed and vig
orous,” says a Calif, woman.
“Do you know why? It’s because I
usfcd to drink cpffee but 1 finally cut it
out and began "using Postum. Twice
since then 1 Ijgye drank cofree and
both times I passed a sleepless night,
and so :I am difiibly convinced coffee
caused the trouble and Posturn re
moved it. . “'
“My brother was in the habit of
drinking coffee three times a da*!’. He
was trdubTbd with stotir stomach and I
would often notice him getting soda
from the can to relieve the distress in
his stomach; >ate!y hardly a day
passed without a dose of soda for re
lief.
“Finally he tried a cup of Postum
and liked it so well lie gave up coffee
and since then has been drinking
Postum in its place and says he has
not once been troubled with sour stbm
ach."
Even after this lady’s experience
with coffee her brother did not suspect
for a time that coffee was causing his
sour stomach, but easily proved it.
Coffee is not suspected in thousands
of cases just like this but it's easily
proved. A ten day's trial works won
ders. "There's a Reason.”
Read the famous little book, “The
Road to WellvUle,” in pkgs.
A NEW V!EW OF
bum hill
By MAX ADELER
A month or two ago Colonel oanK3
engaged a young fellow named Scud
der as subeditor of the Mornine
gus. On the day before the annivt'
rV' trU,Dker Ran^ “ ’
Scudder if he was familiar with th
history of that battle, and Scudder
.a.d he was. So Bangs told Scudd*
he would like him to Write up a litnl
sketch of it for the anniversary dav
and Scudder said he would try -mf'
next morning the sketch appeared in
the Argus, and attracted a good deal
of attention. When Bangs saw it he
called Scudder in and said
“Mr. Scudder, didn't you tell me you
thought you were familiar with
battle of Bunker Hill?” 0
‘Yes, sir.”
W ell, if that is the case I will be
obliged to you if you will mention
to me what you mean when you say
“ ‘By four o'clock the Confederate
troops were ready to make the attack
General Washington had the catapult
put in line to await their coming and
when Napoleon saw them, he drew
his sword, and exclaimed: Soldiers'
Twenty centuries look down upon
you.’
“Now. Mr. Scudder, if you had pou
sessed the most ordinary acquaintance
with that conflict, you would have
been aware that Napoleon was not
present, and that the idea of George
Washington fighting the Confederate
army with catapults is calculated to
excite the derision of educated per
sons. And I wish to direct your at
tention, Mr. Scudder, to another his
torical inaccuracy. At the bottom of
the second column there you say:
“No sooner were the battering rams
leveled against the walls of the castle
than the Duke of Wellington sent
word to his mother by General Butler
that he would either win or be brought
home upon his shield. Then order
ing his men to fire at the whites of
the enemy’s eyes, he awaited the on
set with that majestic calmness which
ever distinguished the hero of Buena
Vista.’
“Now, I don't want to hurt your
feelings, Mr. Scudder, but really, for a
journalist, this kind of thing won't do.
You certainly must realize that the
battle of Bunker Hill was not fought
in a castle with battering rams; and,
at any rate, when you allude to the
Duke of Wellington communing with
General Butler, and connect him with
Buena Vista, there i3 actually no hope
of your molding public opinion on
those topics. The public mind is
made up. And then a little farther
on, in the next column, you say:
“This was the very crisis of the
battle. Joan of Arc, spying General
Jackson behind the cotton bales,
dashed at him upon her snow white
charger swinging her ponderous bata
tle-ax above her head; her fair hair
streamed behind her in the wind. As
her steed pressed forward, her hair
caught in the bough of a tree, and as
she hung there, Sergeant Bates shot
her through the heart with a holt from
an arquebuss. Her last words were,
“Don't give up the ship.” ’
“Now, you see, Mr. Scudder, this
kind of thing sets people to talking.
It hurts the paper. You've got Absa
lom mixed up somehow in your mind
with Joan of Arc, who died about
10,000 years before General Jackson,
who w-asn't at Bunker Hill, and who
never knew Sergeant Bates any more
than Sergeant Bates knows how to
fire an arquebuss. Arquebuss! Gra
cious Heaven! No doubt you meant
well, but you’ve about done the busi
ness for us, especially here, where you
say:
“The duke could stand it no longer.
The Mamelukes had slain all of hie
vanguard; General Sickles had lost
his leg and retired on a pension; and
the enemy's skirmishers, lodged in
the top of the monument, were pour
ing boiling oil on those who attempt
ed to scale it. Leaping upon his
horse, he shouted, “Up guards, and at
them!" and the next moment, with
the glorious flag of truce in one hand,
and his sword in the other, he hurle
his legions upon the Lava-beds, an
crushed the savage foe to the eart ,
killing, among others, the well-known
General Harrison, afterward Pfe31
dent of t^e United States.’
“The duke! Mamelukes! Flag «
truce! Lava-beds! Awful, ah. ®w
ful! The Argus is a goner! Gone up,
Mr. Scudder! Slaih! Hut how could
you have scared up that idea a ou
A man fighting with a flag of true
in his hand? And how-, oh. how coul
you have killed a man who you adnii
was afterward President of the n
States? Ko comic' paper'ever *“
passed thi3. It is terrible. 1
we shall have to part, Mr. Scudder
seems to me that your career
journalist ought to come to an
right here. 1 will accept your res =
potion. ’ a
“And if any one asks you why J3
left the Argus, point to this
agraph and say jhat it was e
the proprietor was afraid be
der you when he read your stateme
that ‘At the battle of Bunker
Confederates lpst SO,000 and
thagenlans" ohfy 600,’ and t a
is no spot in Virginia that i P »dy
hold more sacred than that jjr
hill where the bones of Ororn • [(
with those, of Roger
in life they had never fought SJ,.
each other in the cause o t
tution and cheap transportation,
to that language, Mr. Scudder
your friends will understand
uation. Good morning. j
Then Mr. Scudder withdre\ ,
he is now looking for another
per to ruin.