Pocahontas Record, May 19, 1887

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Pocahontas Record (Newspaper) - May 19, 1887, Pocahontas, Iowa ■¡iwm 'ímS^MMÍ- / ThePocaliöntas Record. VOLUME IV.POCAHONTAS, POCAHONTAS OOUNTY/IOWA, THURSDAY, MAY 19, 1887. NUMBER 5. SOME DAY. "Some rttiy," tha moiaon 8oft\y said, ■ Aiul on her chociks tlio roses rod SpoKo oí a dream for that swcot timo,' As fair as any poet's rliyme— "Sonio liny I'll bo bis loving brido And wall! the pathway by his sido." ' »'Somo day; my boy to manhood grown, AVill reap bright honors now unknown; He'll smooth tlio pathway that I tread—!' Tlio doting motlior proudly said; "He'll light life's battles nobly through Anci n in them all—my boy so truol" "Soiuo day I'll woar tho crown of fame, The wise and great shall spealt my name With praise, and road tho glowing thought Sly ready pen with truth lias wrought; Wy work shall livo when I am dead," •Jlio boyish lips with fervor said. •'Some áay"—alasl tho years creep by, Tho maiden saw her lover die; The mother sits with broken moan Kacli day beside her lone Uearthstono; Tlie youth whoso heart wa^ sot on famo Sank 'noath, tho .blight of sin and shamo. Yet weary hearts toll on ond say: "The blessed light will dawn somo day I" While oloselj- round tlio pathway lies The golden wealth of sunny skies. Through restless longings Oft wo mis» Our greatest share of present bliss. And ouly faith In Him above Can bring us aught of peace or love. —Anna H'l'lso», in Detroit Free Prctt. A BOY PROPHET. Uttlo Doo's Sign of tiio Golden Love Vino. WliCii Doc first caino to livo with \ia it WHS in the eai-ly siiriug. He was a jiiliful-lookiiig boy. lío wivs a littlo, piiffy-Jooking chap, with a palo face, suuiU, bony avuis, and short, woakly-liioking legs, and rather sickly-IooUing, irizzlcd-Hi), straw-colored hair on his lieail. Thoro was no personal licaiity ;iljout Doc's face and ligure, and yet ho ■was not imusiinlly hard iavored. Ho Mas conimonplaco. Only that and iKithin«;; more. Only a pea in a pod and on a littlo bluff that overhung the dark waters wo could build our camiJ-llres, and then cast our crudo tackle in tlio gloomy eddies wliero tlie flrelig)it pliij-ed in fitful wavos of light and shadow. Doc did lovo to fish. Wo would dig in the trash heaps for muckworms or skin tho pino logs for sawyers, and thon wo would carry his tiicklo for him, and walk slow, and help him across tlvo sloshes, and when ho would catch a mudcat wo would say it was a big, fino follow.! Doc was not an unappreciative boy, Ho sang those queer, old-fashioned songs for us—songs which ho had hoard his niothor sing. I have sat and listened to his "Barbara Alíoñ" as (ho ocluies ran riot among tho caves and jungles, till the big owl retufnod tho eiiallengo with a mocking fit of insane laughter. Tho old Bong comos back to mo witli tho quaint rhythm as I write: He sent his servant to the town, Where Barb'ry was a-dwollin', Sayin' you must go to me own master Ef j-our name bo Barh'i-y Alien. Then thoro was another stanza that wa« very aJTccting indeed: And as she waUted adowu tho street The bells thoy were a-tollin', And every toll thoy soomod to say, Hard-heavted Barb'ry Allen. I know tho old song would not attune well to a ]),arlor organ, and I doubt if you conld play it on a grand piano. Hut thoro was a patlioa of tho thing that stirred my youthful soul to its dcptlis. ■ Ulue-oj'od spring began to grow plump, and fiuaily developed into tlio maturer charms of summer. Summer, witli tlio drono of (he bumble-bee at noon, and lazy Lawrence dancing on tlio worm fences. Summer time, sweet summer time! Tho peaches ripened and reddened, and tlio corn silks began to appear. Doe said if the first silk you saw was a red one you would bo lienltliy and lucky tlie balance of tho year. The first one he saw that summer was a rod one. And, O, tlio signs and sayings he taught us. He told us that if wo saw the now moon in a clear sky it was lucky. Ho told us if we killed a toaxl our best cow would die. Ho told us that tho knots in Old Beauty's mano where a dozou peas of similar appear-niK'o reposed. Only a littlo wirc-grassM when we went to feed her in tho morn Iioy, with not oiiu redeeming feature j ing-—Old Beauty was our horse—were caused by the witches who rode her the night before, and used theso knots for stirrups. Then ho said'when old Dominickor, my iavoi'ite hen, took a spell of crowing that— "Whislin' women an' erowin' hens is apt to come to some bad end." Suro enough, a blue darter hawk killed old Dominicker tho very next Sunday. Doc began to 1)0 stout and strong now. He looked on tlio f.idcd jacket and littlo breeches he wore when ho first came to our house in a sort of :ilj(iut hiiri except his cye.s. Thoy were <nily remiirkablc for tlio pathetic expression that lingered there. Whatlit-ili! liglit that over flashed from them M'.is of that sorrowful cast that one ob-i-iM ves lingering on tho horizon after a •lay's vain has dosed in a humid siui-sut. Doc lost his mother. That was tho lie that bound us to him. Sho was a vomiuonplaco wire-grass woman, but ill her uneidtnred soul dwelt tho same trails of maternal love and cherishing temlorness that aro supposed to illum ine tho high-born souls of those grand rominiscently pitying way, for his arms •hniii's whoso white hands have never had grown moro mu.scular, and his l>:it tied against a hard and (iyil fjxtofor | short legs had grown stouter, and Doc ' began to be a right good-looking boy, .simple neoe.ssitic3of prolongilijj ex-isteiioe. She had nourished and ehor-islu'd her littlo boj-, as only a fond mother can nourish and cherish a weak and fragile child. Ever on tho watch, ¡ilip had stood between him and all the ■will! streams of adversity that rnged iil)out their humblo log^ cabin in the iil.'ite barrens. When she died Doe took it to heart to ill" after all Autumn camo with her sad eyes and sobbing winds. Autuinii had a deeper significance than ever before, for there were portentous tidings wafted from afar on every breeze that wandered tixrough tho heavens. A big white comet blazed in tlio sky, and Doc said that meant war. Doc was a respocta-l oaler extent than any of us thought I ble-looking lail, indeed, now. Ho was ;i\)le. Ho had been such a puny, fifteen years old, but few would have iu'uvi.sh, pettish sortofaboy that we believed it. His eyes still had that far tlmiight that only his selli-shness conld away expression in them. He was older sudVr. We were niistakeu. Doc was than his years. older than his ago. That was a winter long to bo remem- Well I remember how mother used bered. Gray uniforms were soon at to toast tho crispest bits of brown corn the last yearly meeting, hold inNovem-hread. softened with tho fresh, sweet bor, .and tho preachers at that meeting Imttor, and how she used to put in a spoko words that sounded harshly in big lump of that brown mush sugar in our untutored oars. Young women lii.-i' eolleo, so as to induce the littlo fel- hummed warlike air.s, and wero eager lo«- to eat. to catch tho last refrain. "You know his ma is dead," sho I remembor how the crimson deep used to say, "and we must try to keep | oned on Cousin Sno's brown cheek liini from liilssiiig her in every way wo can." And wo wore learning. Wo wero being taught tho grandest lesson in hnman lore—the creed of usefulness., We could not got him to join us very ofii ii in any play. He was too weak. But when tho afternoon sun shown tln-íHigh the rifts in the great piuo forests I iihl creep out on tho sunny sido „¡i-g boun' to bo a soldier?" Your waist, It is too slender, Vour hands, they are too small, And your cheeks too red and rosy ho IV Willi us and wo would adjust our .sports <ti liis strength. Sometimes ho would look up from his play, and with his lycs full of tears, lio would exclaim: ".■^ly ma is dead! I can't novor see her no more!" Thon ho would sob ami moan as if his littlo heart would bv IV, when she rattled ofl: Huzzal Huzza I fortuo bonniu blue (lag so dear, Hu27,al for the sword andi>lumo thot Southern soldiers wear I At tho first frolic tho fiddler wore a red feather in his hat and played "Dixie." Men talked and women sang, and tho warm blood ran riot in tho Southern veins. "On to war," "O, Johnnie, To fane a cannon ball— And sing 0-and sing O, Sure you will, my dearl One wintry night tho Northern sky ___________________________burst; into a deop crimson, and wo ik, and 1 am not ashamed.to say I knew that tho supernatural llumo of would cry too. "Might not tho aurora boroalis was burning oii tho d Lord take our dear mother, tooP" brow of heaven. Doc said that was asked ourselves. tho sign of war. Every thing was the Ah! my sainted mother! Thy love- sign of war. Wo had noticed tho omi lighted brown eye.s have been closcd nous "W" on tho back of tho locusts in til earthly scones for many summers, the eiU'ly autumn. Captain Jack Kill Tlicy eloscd your poor, toil-worn noy had muster every week, and tho I'aiu'ls above your cold, still heart a tramp, tramp, tramp of tiio gathering long, long tinio ago, and tho tidl piuos Rqnadrons shattered tho slumborous have shed from their drooping bows doptlia of the barrens. <liii purest distilled dews of heavon 1 know that Doc had mot Lucy Pax-"I'ovo vour lonely grave, and yet in ton at tho frolic, and I knew that ho luy driiams I see that faco often and hird followed hor every movement with »^'<■>¡11, audi never accomplish a good a fascinated gazo. Sho was not grown <h'c (l or am guilty of a bad one but up, but sho was "most grown, ' thoy ■^vliat yours Is tho first namo that all said. Sho was thirteen, and tho llasiies through my intellect. A man young men oho,so her for iv p«rtner i"ay have ten thousand frionds, ovon when tlioy jilaycd "all around tho two well iKilovcd wives, but novcr but merry polo." and Doo sat and watched «11« niotiier. Blessed bo that holy her. iiaiiio above all earthly treasures most Theso wore stirring times. Men and liiu ic.d and longest cherished. women sluittorcd tho fetters of convon As the spring days grow warmer and tlonality and grow from boys to men timid wood violctis peeped forth on ¡md from girls to ^Yomon with marvel-luiiik^j wlieVe the sun liiigei'sd longest, ou« rapidity. our ],i ot< ge grew more robust. There At a caudy-pulling Doc pulled candy Was „v,.,, a faint lingo o( blood in his with her- Tho way of it was that thoy I'iilliil < li(.,;k after 11 short walk about nil played "lonesome," and as they phuUidlon. noedod onn more to bo tho "lon»Bomo l>i'<')ier green grew tho woodlands, one." and lio wnH Imlneod, much I'll" " iiggml pines ovul) touehod them- agnluRt hi» will, to join. Ills ^'■Ivi f up Willi n few gay tufts of a emboldened him, and so tho boy iiau '"ft' ' tint, and from their queer blosJ the {?lrl pulled caudy, and both wero fell «howi'iH of gold duMt 8«/imlrifully conscloiia of thoir own "'•'I rnveivd thu Htlll surfaco-1 of tho youthfuliiess that thoy pulled iu sncnco, ^v-'t...- ,Mmd«. Tho leaning jaiimlne ^laicy'H brother John was mmrly < -V' .cd ils.-lf witU golden liioom, nn.) eighteen. Ho waa ii dutiful hoy nml 'I'H.oiuyMiekluand.toL'ivooa iilo.wiii« hlMUiolhiU'W»« a widow >" id,, the Hvvamps and lowlttudi radiant for her nn«J iof I>U"y »wl thoy llyod g„y la,,» mid ri'dolent wllU rtoii- well. ,,, ,„ '/ •'!(!.. pi., f,„„„. nmoDK U» j Again gimUloiiod Iha fiiutli Womon'in big sunbonriots, kept from flopping over their eyes by wooden "splits" inserted in tho crown," grasped tho plow handleSi while "tucking strings" girded about their waists kept tho skirts from trailing in tho dirt-. Ah, thoy were made of flupcrior mbttld; theso women of tho tial-röns wero. That SpWiig wo liad to work a groat deal harder and had loss timo for fishing than before. Doo helped ns. Ho was industrious, though still a weakling compared with other lads. Tho first timo I saw him twirl a strand of goldon lovo vino ovef hi« head and cast it ou tho bvishcs I Was amused. Doc told mo that he had named it ■•Lucy Paxton," and if it grew ho would know that- she loved him, and if not he would bo disap-jiointed. Ho was getting too docp for our philosophy then. A whole year rolled away, and on tho next spring tho lovo vino reappeared and grew on tho bushes. Doc saw it too, and ho was ijleasod—grcat> ly pleased. Ho was not an ardent lovor. Ho worshipped at a distance. The young fellows who camo home on furloughs ivoro very g.allant and deferential toward Lucj-. This must have worried Doc, but ho nevor gave any sign. Then came that call for men; that plucking of tho voiy ilowev of Southern chivalry. O, remorseless war! John Paxton was eighteen, and ho must go to tho war and leave his mother and Lucy to fight the harder battle at homo. The "enrolling officer," that.ageut of war whose ai)-proach was dreaded so much, ho told us that. When ho left Doc followed him out to tho gate. After a short talk the officer departed after shaking Doc by tho hand. "I've learned somethin'," he said with a radiant face, when ho camo baek. "Tiie enrolling oflicer says that; John can stay at home . if he can got a substitute. I'm gwiuo to bo his sub stituto." Of course John Paxton did not want to agree to the iiroposition. It looked unmanly for him to stay and send a littlo fellow like Doe, but tho latter argued: "I ain't got nobody to kocr for, sin' if I got hurt nobody'il be tho loser. You'VÖ got Mis' Paxton and and—Lucy," ho stammered, "an' you ought to stay an' mako tho cnip. Bo sides, I Avant to git to bo a big Giner'l somo timo, may-be, an' then, I'll—I'll —well, I want to go. anyhow, an' I'm givino as your substitute." And ho went. Poor little Doc! Friend and playmate of our childhood. His delicate form Unit had been so nourished aud cherished by his doting mother—and our mother had loved him as one of her own—when they brought him home; wasted with privation and hardship, aud tho hectic fever bnrned on his chocks, he looked vorj' much like our little old Doc. It was springtime again then. There was a lull in tho wild tempest of war. Bronzed and boarded our hei'oes camo homo. Bowed with defeat, tattered,and torn, ragged vet-, orans of a hundred battles. There wero so many heroic deeds that the recital of daring aehievements grew commonplace. They did not like to talk about it. Our Doc had boon eveiy inch a soldier. Ho had acquitted himself nobly. He was going to die, as so many stronger men liad died, without a stain on his fair escutcheon. It was Lucy Paxton's liand that plucked the sweet bouquets which fonud their way to his fceblo hands. It was her mother wlio sat with our mother and counted tho pulse beats of our Doo as life was fading fast away. Ono day lie roused himself from his stnpor, and with a light in his ej'os I bad novcr scon before, ho asked mo to go and SCO if tho "lovo vino" had begun growing. I did as ho requested, aud found the golden threads entwined iroiuid the low gallberry hushes. Is it a-growing," ho asked when I came in. Yes; it is running everywhere,'-' I answered. I knowed it. That's a shore sign. I'm so glad-" That was tho last word ho ever uttered. Lucy Paxton is the noblo wife of an honest farmer., Sho is a good woman, and sho i)oints out a littlo mound in the old graveyard to hor children, when thoy go there mooting days, and thoy scrape away the green mold and tho lichcns, and spell out tho letters ou it, "D-O-C, Doc."—Jlf. M. Folsojn, in Allanla Coustiiution. DIFFERENCEa, The King can drink tho best of ^♦lno^ 8o cani; And has enough ^Vhen he would dindi So have I; And caii not.ordòr r.:iln riiii^ slllnò; Nor can J. ■Then whero's tho dllterence—let mo see— Uetwixt my lord the King and meV Do trusty^frieads surround his throno "flight anddayi Or maUo his îilterest their ownf .................' NO, not thoy. Mine love mo for myaolf alone— \ Blessed bo thoy. And that's one dinoronoo which I so» Betwixt tho lord mjf King anil miS. bo knaves ift-ound mo lio in wait To decoivo, Or fawn and flatter when thoy hat«. And would grlovof Or cruel pomps oppress my statu By my leave? No, Heavon bo thanked I i.nd here you see Moro dlfleronco 'twlxt '.ho King and me. Ho has his tools, with Josts and qulpB, Wheulle'dplay; Ho has his armlos and his ships— tlreat Ufo theyt But not a child to Was his lips Well-a-dayl And that's a diiforonco sad to eoo Botwixt my lord tho King and mo. " Tho (louWc'blado paddlo does away Witll thl3 disadvaritngo, t^nd cuil bo liandlod iuoi-o rapidly and witli loaii exdrtioit. Tliis yeair wiil SCO a roKUlai' boom ir| oariooini?. Tho Airioricaii ASjooliiUon wil camp off tUo shore ol (Jreat South Bay, qii Lour Island Sound, and thoro will b3 somo intn- stiuii raoOB between the cracic boats. Poultnoy Bigolow, O. B. Vaux, E- H. Barney, R. W. Gibson, and AV. R. Stophens have rouRh-wator clippers that ttrohavd to be;it. Mr. Vaux'a civioo Las-8l'3 beat tho Ijngliati craft last year and won tho intornational ckallongo cv!p, but tho English luwo pioUod Up somo iJoaa from tiio Anl-ricanS and liitdiid to briiirf Over canoos built on the Americaii model and try to take tho cup homo aRain. Several of tho Now York men who havo been cruisin;; In Soutliorn waters during tho winter wiil return in timo to taico part in tho races. Thoro will bo somo lonR coast cruises this year in Bailing canoos and sov-oral Canadian river trips in birch, barks. Ono of tho most onthusiastio river pad- I wear th I sloop on And ho' ,vn— eop and ho tho < "What 01 thatS on Straw and ho on down— What of that? the liing and l'm tho clown— What 01 that? If happy I and Wrelched ho, l'erimps t ho King would chango with mo. —Charles Mackd'J. PADDLE THE LIGHT CANOE. Ol t-Door Spo: >lse-Thl3 Su ■t- g: "Siniou Siiüi't, ;vlTig Blioomnk'níí Buperflnoiy." Simon's . ., apouse. Silly Short, sowod skirts, stitchad sheets, stuffed sofas. Simon's six stout, atv.r ly sons—Soth, Samuel, Stophon, Baul, Shadracii, Siias-BOld sundrlos. Saber Hoth sold sugar, atttrch, spico; simple Sam Sold Bacldiosi síiri'üpa, screws) sagacious Btoplion Boid Biiits, satirts, sliawlsj scop-tieal Saul sold siivef 8ítiv6rs, silveí spoons j s, Canoolngr as a l'opular A IloultUtuI, Noblo E: mer's ltac«3. C,mooing, says a writoi' in tho Chio.igo Trlbuiic, is as old .19 tUo art of holloWinff out a log. All savagos that havo climbed in th3 scalo a pog or two abovo Mr> Crowloy Uavo canooj. Tho anciont Britons strotchod slclns over wiolcor frames and ,paddled perilously across stroams. Prom tho hollowed log aro mado tho iudost and nlBo tho most oluboi-ato oi'aft propelled by tho paddlo. When tho Chinook Indian bo-comas too old for the chaso or tho warpath ho begins to build a canoo, and ho works at that for tho rost of his life. Ho has primitivo tools, and ho has to livo to a pretty ripe old ngo to finish tho job, Tho agod savago solouts a suitable treo near tho wator and foils it with inlinito labor and a sharp stono. Thou ho cuts out a log of the propor leiigtli and builds a iiro on top of it tg burn out tho middle. Ho must watch his firo and prevent it from eating its way through tho sidos by lieopiug tho log wet whoro it is not to bo burned. As tho wood chars ho digs it out, and after a whilo tho log is hollowed. •rnE union daiik. dlors is John Boylo O'Roilly, who explores somo long stream every summor. As result of his summer outing3 with tho pad dio tho poOt shows, hard muscles, good digestion, a sturdy frama and a choorlul disposition. THE GIGANTIC MANATEßi All )>u (ti. ^li.ff It (li, UitSii hud* î.ul. Oli ..f I ü-Mtill ..(■lll. .>1) h A II, // ;li.'c, an.l t wJih her cpIrItmilÎK beauty. Uiit tlicr« ¡.it.Ud Will nul H" iiiucti l>tiihl«'iml!.m'H« ut thulir, ;-.iwi«;!ii'nm.«t "h'X K'Hl»«" 'í.m. IIk'ii'\>V«C MI.Î fi'iv )■>;; ä"Illudi'. Kl!'» daii'!Îît.'r,< niid jolifi««!' j-idîni lii'' ¡"'i!!!'" i.J , ..í:í,„í VV...ÍM ;,('lli Kf!" w-» • i- •• Birt aid A Faithful Pedestrian. Brown is a stay-at-homo man, but has read <i great deal and is an exceedingly entertaining conversationalist. Ho was at a church social tho other evening and was entertaining somo of tiio young ladies of tho congregation when ono of them remarked! "You scom to know something about nearly every jilace, Mr. Brown. You must havo traveled a great deal." Brown's spirits seemed to fidl. Ho paused a momoiit and then replied: "Yes, I havo. I'm tho father of an elghtccn-months-old baby that novor sleeps oxcopfc in tho day timo. I oaji truthfully say," ho went on thoughtfully,, "that I havo traveled a groat deal. A very ¡rrcat deal. I'm a pedestrian, I am." Aud.ho heaved a sigh and loft tho company.—il/cre/i«ii< 'Traveler. JiOB HOT AT SEA, Then begins tho hard worlc of fashioning tho outside, and tho Chinoolc naval archi toet somotimoa carves an olaborato drag-on's-head stem and spends years at tiio work. Ho dies just about at tho timo wi tho canoo is ready to bo launched, and leaves tho crowning acliiovomont bi his liio as a legacy to his family. The Indian, whoso original habitat was west of tho Mississippi, improved on tho dug-out by building his boat of birch baric, aud ho built it so well that the whito man has boon unable to improve tl^o modol. For Iho Indian's and tho voyasor's uso the open canoo of tho original modol, built either of bark or thin cedar tToarda, is the best that can bo devised, and whito builders follow its linos closely in their craft designed for rivor cruising, Ashing and hunting. The docked canoo, known as tho Rob Roy, is simply tho Aleutian kyak clviliaod. Tho original Rob Roy waa built by Adjutant John Macgrogor, of the Scottish Eight, In ]S(i3, and was usad by him on a tliousan.l-milo oruisB. Macgregor's published story of his cruise demonstrated tho valuo of tho canoo as a pleasure boat and ostablishod canooing as a pastime, nUhcu,'h tho birch bark had beeu used by ploasuro-seokor^on Canadian waters long beforo hia timo. Like tho birch bark and tha kyalc tho Rob Roy was propoll jd mtyinly by tho paddle, althoug'A Macgrogor did venturo to hoist a small sail wiion ho had a froo wind, and so Voiiovod tho monotony of tho voyage and restoil his muscles. By paddling out to Boa aud ovon lackling tho fabulous mholstrom iu tho Gorman Ocean Macgrogor proved that hm cockiesholl was a seaworthy craft when rightly maiiagod, and inspirad in othors thu coiilldonco to imitate him in making loiig aiid voiiturosoma voyaguB in boats that soem frail enough to bo knocked to piecos by tlie Hap o£ a trout's tal. Sinoo Macgrogor's timo tho methods of buiidiiiR canoes havo boon wonderfully improved, although tho general shape and modol havo beon altered very littlo. But with tho advance of canooing as a sport tho use of tho sail has grown in favor, and thu boAts aro built deeper and provided with contor-boards and all tho appliances in miniaturo o£ yachts. Somo of the cruising and racing canoes aro ciaborato aitaira and carry quito a largo aroa of canvas, Tho tendency to increase tho size of tho boats throatonod to turn canoeing into yachting on a largo acalo, and tho associations wore obliged to chock tho movement by limiting tho dimonsiona of canoos and imposing such restrictions as would keep tho sport within souiotliing iiko tlio original lines. Tho linglish hava gone to tho ox-tromo of building racing canoos that carry throo hundred pounds of load ballast and sixty-pound iron centcr-iioards. Such craft aro nothing but sail-boats. "Nes-Binuk," nn American who sticks tothopad-dlo and crulsoa because ho loves tho woods, and atroam8,;and ovory thing out of doors, voyages in- a cedar siioll that weighs only ton pounds: For luki and river cruising a cimoo that a mau can pick up and carry ou head or shouldors is heavy enough, and tiio paddlo is tho proper means ol propulsion. For tho lAan who has worked j» year In tho counting-room or at tho desk a summor outing with tho cauou means now Ufo and Btrongth. Coming down with the Stream ho can tako just bb much exorciso as ho desires and rost whon ho pleusoi. Saddling brings Into play tho muscles oí tho arms and the trunlt, and. tho doublc-blado paddlo gives moro ovon oxorciao than tho singlo bludo. Open canoes Iiko tho birch barl® oro propoUod by Binglo- EltlHct Marine) .Inlmal Closely lici blliig tiio Soal or Whnlo of To-daj-. Somo weeks agd tlio Cliicago He pl'lnted a dCscl'iptidn of tho tostored I'e-mains of tho olephas pnmigonus, or man; motili fodnd in Washington Territory an low standing, fourteen foot high, in tho ooms of tho Chicago Academy of Science, iu tho Exposition Building. C. F. Holdon tho Pacific Coaat Naturaiiat, writes inter tingly concerning another remarkable animal onco inhabiting tho same region. Some timo ago, ho says, a vesgol landed at San Francisco a lot of material that probi bly would not have brought two dollars, put up une»plainod at auction, but Vi'hioh was guarded with jealous caro by tho owners,- who evidently considered It worth its weight in silver at least. This valuable consignment to an Eustorn scicntifio insti tutlon was composed of bones, not new at tractive ones, but old rusty fellows that had boon through the wars. As uninte esting as they seemed, they hud a decldcd value, as representing oiio of the most markablo of animals that only a low year ago existed in groat liumbors on tho nortl. western coast of North America, but in few seasons were utterly exterminated ono of tha moit interesting instancof recorij, Ono hundred and forty-livo yea; ago Behring's Island was an int-erestl: point to natives and voyagers, from th fact that tho possessors of thuso bones lived thoro in groat numbers. ■ They wore huge manatees, somowhat resembling tho existing forms, but vorit; ble giants, attaining a length in somo case, of thirty-flvo foo,., and a weight of livo six tons. In general appearaiico thoy sembled great seals, but wero provided with a iiorizontal whaio Iiko tail, wl; must have beon an cffiectivo organ in tho water. Thoy aro described by Bteller, tlio navigator, who soenis to havo beon among tho first to observe thcin, as. being of a brown hue, with lighter indistinct stripes. The skin was of great thicknoas and protected by a heavy growth of hair, so woven and mattod together that tho skia is dc-Boribed as rosoinhling tho trunk of an old SENTIMENT SOFTLY SAID, tutlis tHvo Storj' .ror lill« Mlnili OrrtpU* Itjully illiiitViitdii; 6hApTEB i: H R fi W 6 feiliio'ii Short a 0 v/ d d slioes; Sdvontoda summofs, speedy storms, spreading sunshine, succesB-luily Ba\v Simon's small shabby shop still staunch, saw Biiiion.'s- BoU-Bamo squooltlns » 1 g n Still mvinging, „ siloriiij iipooiiy Smlthileld's Sold siUr-,Shoes Bowed, soled spry, sedulou!. MR. AND MRS. BOWSER. "'SoLÉD^ SllpËRFlHilV PERSbNAI- AND IMPERSONAL. should slight BUoh splon-:s," said Simon. "Strut-shattorod-brained sim- —Eggs aro \iaod largely in tho arts. Albumen is nntde from tho whito and ogg oil fi'om tho yolks. Tho egg oil la uuod for oiling egg loather' and wool in tho wooleu mills. Tlioii thoro aro ogg pomado, dessicated eggs and pi;«;-Borved ligg.q (for tannorH' uso). Egg ulhumoa .Hells in Franco at tho rate of suvenly-llvo cents pur pound.—St, Loms Ik¡m(>l(i;m. —Tlio editor of a («corglii |mpor «ays; "WHUin a fow days Ilio editor of thu 6''íív>i)rwill(ju!>úu¿ ft uoldb chavgor and p^nutr.'ito (ivory Jiook and c>ú>ok lit tlu) I'oumy. Ilo wantH U> sc« and inoul tho [uihI (U'Opl«« of old Waat'ii at their iiiuii^oi, and white nut ho will bo ahlii (o w I ite a f^ii'id deal aliuul thorn, lii>>ildt'ti i«ji;iuingim unllmli.'il mimbui-of now 1 H AK UrsET, biado paddiOB amd iliually by twa porsona, ono lu tho bow aud oao la tho storu, knuol ing aud using tholr pnddlos on opposltp BidOB. A canoo oan bo propollod lu n slrulght a tiuu witU ashiglo paddlo usod con^tanlly on oao sldo, but It rcquiro: prttoticoto handlo tt poddlo that way. A pccuKar tura of tUii hlmlo Just boforo it ioavos tho water (irovouts Uw fituioa Jjrp; lurning to ono nido, A tilnlltul puddlurouii Kit lu ttiQ Btuiii or a llght boat and drlvo It idiomi wItUoUt Hworvltig a» Inoli troni a u HlriduUt 11(10, «aldg 111» |i(j(Wltì on'ono «Idii i.iilv- Tli.i liuIlHun u^lly ii'iildl.) ttiivlway. 'ilio \vorh cipii»'» iihlvody iii'in »11« auii'», liowcvnr, lUid telUii imh Ijd <iIì tiiliiviil oul> !)>■ i'luuji(hi|;6iacB0WJiMvually 01OASTIC MANAfEE OP TnE PACIFIC SLOI-E tree. Tlicy wero harinloss giaiila, withou t teoth, possessing in thoir stead two horny masticating plates with which they ground up tho gr-oat seawoods upon which thoy fed. In fact they seemed tho veritable oxen of tho sea, grazing among the gro at bods ol kelp or weed, much as do tho oxen of tho land of the fields. Up to IT-ta thoy wore probably unmo losted, but in. that year Stellar'» ship was wrecked upon .tho island aud a warfare commoncod uiion tho groat animals. At lirst thoy woro killed to afford tho men food aud later wero destroyed in sport, ovory vessel that stopped there killing ofT some, until tho yoar 1700, wlioii tiio last ol tho race was destroyed. Restricted to a vory small aroa, and coinparaliveiy liolp less, thoy foil easy victims to tho sailora, and are now known by a fow imporfoct skeletons aud Iheir parts in tho various museums, whilo as to llieir habits abs' lutoly nothing of value Is known. The ilrst Bystomatio attempt to collect somo of thoir remains was made by tho SwodisV naturalist, Nordonskjold. "1 succeodcd," ho Bays, " in actually bringing together i vory lino and largo collection of sitolcton iragments. Whon I first mado tho ac-quainlunco of Europeans on tlio island thoy told me thoro was littlo probability of Hndlng any thing of.valuo in Uils ruapo' for tho company had offered liiO rubles for Jcolctou, without success. But boforo I had boon many hours on land I camo to ow that largo and small collections of boncfl woro found hero and thoro in tho huts of tho natives. Tliese 1 purchased, intontionally paying for them Buch u price that tho seller was iiioro than 3atisli()d,aud his neighbors woro a littlo envious. A groat part of tlio mulo population now began to search for bones very eagerly, and In this way I selected such a quantity that twonly-one casics, largo boxes or barrels, ero filled with Rbytilna bones, among which wore throo vory lino, coinploto skulls, and others iiioro or leas damaged." Tho Auiorican Government has been almost' oquallv succcBsful, and several good akolotons havo boon placed iu thO National MuBoum. This groat rtiiinatoo is but a single oxnm-plo of many animals that have boon exter-miaatcd by man. Tlio groat auk, tbo Lab-riulJf duck, tho European and American bison, tlio latter not quito accomplished, aro but» fow that inig.'it bo , mentioned. Tlio grpat aiiic is now so rare/ iu tbo s'sln that good spocimons aro worth ono t'lou-sand dollars, and all tho skins in existonco aro well liiiown. Among tho largo animals that havo passed away duriug tho ago o£ man nouo possesses a greater iiitorcst than tho mainmoth and its ullios, tho tusks of tho former, ovon aitor years of coUoeting, bolng found lu groat numbers on tho shoi-08 of tho Arctio Ocoan, What caused tho oxtirpation of those giauts is not know but thoro is reason tO-'bellovo that man had aomo connoction with it—at least ho lived with thorn—a laot shown by tho dis-covory of human bonos in tho samo deposits with tlio.io of tho giants. BIMON SllOKt's 8MA1.I, BHAnnT Snof. sollish Shadl'ach sold Bhoe-striugs, soap, ,ws, skateat ^ilacii Silas sold Bally S',iorl'a stuffed Bofas. CHAP'rnit H, Somo sovonteon summers Binco Simon's ocond son Samuel saw Sophia Sophronia Jipriggs somewhero. Sweet, sonsiblo, smart Kophia Sophronia Spriggsl Sam soon showed strauge symptoms. Sam seldom Btayod, storing, selling saddles. Sam sighed sorrowfully, sought fophla Bophro-la's isociety, sang several serenades slyly. Simon stormed, scolded sevorely, said Sam seemed bo silly singing such shameful, Bcnseless songs. "Strange Sam did summer sale ting spendthrift plotonl" "Softly, sottly, sir," said Sally; "Sam's smitten. Sam's spied somo sweetheart." "Sentimental school-boy I" sharlod Simon. "Smitten 1 Stop BUch stuftl raon sent Sally's suufl-box spinning, seized Sally's scissors, smashed Sally's spectacles, scatiorod several spools. "Sneaking scoundrel 1 Sam's shocking Billinoas shall sur-ceasol" Scowling Simon stopped speaking, starting swittly sho p w a r d. Sally sighed sadly. Summoning Sam, sho Bpoko swoot sympathy. " Sam," said sho, 'sire seems singularly snappy; so, sonny, lop smolcing sogars, spending specie super 11 o u s 1 y, stop "sAM SODS snownn sprucing 80, stop stuange symi-toms." singing serenades, stop short. Soil saddles, aonny, soil saddles sensibly; seo Sophia Sophronia Spriggs soon; she'a sprightly, she's stable, so solicit, sue; secure Sophia spoe.diiy, S-im." "So soon—so Boonl" said Sam, standing tockstill. "Bo soon, surely," said-Sally, smiling; "specially since sire shows such spirits." CHAPTER III. " Sophia Sophronia Spriggs — Spriggs Short," sighed Sam—"Sopliia Bophrouia Short, Samuel Short's spouse — sounds splendid i Suppose she siiould say - -shan'tl" CHAPTER IV. Soon Sam spied Sophia starching shirts, singing sottly. Boeing Sam sho stopped starching, saluted Sam, smilingly. Sam staramorod shockingly. "sorniA BTAUOniNO SOIMIRONIA SlMUOaS smiiTs." "Spl-spl-splendid Summor season, Sophia." " Somowhat sultry," suggested Sophia. "Sar-sarlin, Sophia," said Bam. [Bilonce sovonteon socond-i.J "Sslliiig saddles still, Saml" "Sar-sar-siirtin," said Sam, suddenly. "Season's somowhat s'.oalthly staunching steaming, usibly. "Sartii: caiitly. [Slloi: starlini nidoriile, shakin . Uttlu l'ltoUor, Hut IHK Kara. "Bay, papa, what isa vlllaiul" askod an liiijulpltlvo lour-yoar Ohl. '•A villniui Avillainis a raaoal—abad man," oxplalncd tbo fathor. "Biiy, papa, aru you a bad maní" "Why, uoj I hopu not, mv ciiild. What pnt auuh nn Idoa a» that luto yúur Uttlo lioudl" ■ . .......... •'Whon I waa oijt riding witbiMr. SlloU an(l innimn» yustorday, ho.told maiuimv it W'a»ia ähnmü »ho waiiii'l inarrliid to Ulm InstUMil oí n vllluiii lUi« ynu," "Atld wlmtdlil viiur imi'imvt" umdmialv (jijiwll.iiliül lliis fiilln)!'. "(>, lllll) will), 'Ol INVO «vH», Uli« chouo tUoKus',,"" öttbblüa JHllo Jiniyccnw, " said Sophia, smiling signlß-'Sip Bomo swoot shorbet, B<im." ilxty seconds.] Sco Bistor Susan's sunllowor," aald Sophia, sociably, scattering such Stift silence. Sophia's sprigiitly sauclnoss stimulated Sam strangely; so Sam suddenly »poko sontinwntally: 'Sophia, SusukIs sunilowor seems say. iiig, 'Samuel Short, Sophia Sophronia Sprigga, Btroll scronoly, seek somo so-quostarod spot,, somo sylvan shades. Sparkling springs shall sing soul-soothing trains; swoot sougaters shall silonco several sighiiigs; super-angolio sylphs ahall--" , . Sophia anlckorcd, so Sam stojpod. "Bopljm," »aid Sam, solemnly. "Sam," said Supliia. "Sophia, stop smiling, Bam Short's sin-coro. Sam's socliiiiff some swoot spouse, Sophia." » • Sophia stood silent. "Speak! Sophia, opoalil such susponso apooiiatas sorrow." "Kook oiro. Bum, seek siro." CHAin'BB V. So Sam sought Sire Spriggs. Blra Spriggs said! "Sartin." ClUCU.'USTANXIAl. KVIDENCK. Karmor—How nuuiy chickona havo -wo Rotnowl I ■ Hii-oi Ma«—Wo aln'tgot nouo. Farmou—Whoro iu tliunUor havo tlioy all gono to't',, UUod Man - I .lumio, for amni; but 1 hciiil that Unit i'oliu..,l ruiiilly iiiov.-d li'.a nlKbl, and that i iiliaimi-fi'ulliiirfl ui» loujU ÍMi{ gu thv iouc^ja tur luiloi.'-.l'wfc Xiio Oooil Woman Tolls How llor Husband Bori)tlie I'alnaof Tootliacho. TWnii taiUiif^ yoti'awhilo ago of Mr. Bowsei-^s iltípatiiinlítí nhií iititioyimca wHeü he' iiapp'enetl id iiri(l frit' ia hcti for a teiipW 6'f hours Svitli SÍCÍí 1<W(1' ache, ,an(l how lio iríint id pieces hint-self the raománt any thing' iiiJed Íiiirt< About it month ago I ivoko up oilC morning with tlu! toothache. It had been annoying me for an liuur before Mr. Bowsor caught on. Then ho stilili Toothache, eh? Well, I don't pity J'ou a bit. This comes from cracking 'ivalhtits itl yoill' tcctli and chewing so iüiicli of that ovorlastiiig gum," ■I never ci'afíked a walnut, and I don't chew gum onco it ycar'i'' "Well, it's somo carelessness of yom-s, rest assured of that, and you must suffer for it." He went off whistling and singing and 1 Went to bod to suil'or. That lootll ached for three days and. throo níghtií íil «pite of all I'emeilies. During the day Mr. Bowsol' Wotild I'o-mark: "AclicS yet( does it? I believe you aro ])rotonding a grtíítt deal, so as to get my sym]),ath3'. If you'd get tip and go around and throw off the idea that your tooth ached the pain would all go iiway. roui'-fifths of the human ache» come il'oin ini.igiiiation." "But it does ache no bad." "That is, you imagine it docs. I could go to bed aud imagine my leg was off, and I havo no doubt that I should suffer awful pain.s. Well, I can't do any thing for you. If you will let your imagination run away with your sense I can't help it." Tho ache hung on so long that I finally wont to the donti.st and had tho tooth pulled. This was unbeknown to Mr. Bowser, and when he came hólno that evening and fmind me singing to (,ho baby he laughed long aud loud aud added; 1 "Didn'tI tell you so! No doubt you i had a little bit of toothaciic to start with—justa little bit—andimarination did tho rest. If I had gono to work I and called you my poor, dear, stricken, suffering darling you'd have had every tooth jumping out of you head. It's mighty lucky for you that yon married a man with sometliing besides sawdust under his scalp."....... My revenge came sooner than could have been anticipated. It wasn't tvi'o weeks beforo Mr. Bowsor awoke me one niglit at midnight by exclaiming: "Mrs. Bowser, arc you dead, or have you become stone-deaf?" "What is it, dear, burglar,? or fire?" "Burglars or fire bo hanged! I've been sull'ering with the toothache .for tho last three hours, and ymi've luid there and snored .away as if you didn't care a ccnt whether I lived or died!" "But what can I do? This is the ro-Rult of some carelessness of yours. Have yon cracked any walnuts in your teeth lately?" lie sat up inbed and held ¡lis jaw and glared at meso íierecly that I was quito alarmed and went for the medicino-ease. I gave him some peppermint essence on cotton; then some oil of cloves on a rag; then some camphor on the ond of a tooth-pick. It was no use. "I don't believe I shall live lo see daj'light!" he moaned as ho fell out of bed and began to dre.ss. "Oh, yes, you will. Are you sure your tooth aches?" Ho looked around after his revolver, but I had slipped it under tlic bureau. "I had it, you know, or thought I had, but I guess it was all imagination. Mr. Bowser, just imagine you haven't a tooth in your head." "And yon just imagine that you are an old buzzard waiting to pick my bonos !" ho roared as ho danced around. We tied a bag of hot ashes on his face, and wc put ou mustard, painkiller and almost ev6ry thing else in the hon.so, and none of us slept another wink. Whon morning c;inic Iho ache was no bolter, aiid I coldly observed: "Well, of course you don't want to keep the house upset any longer. Y'ou'd better go down and have it pulled." "W-what!" , "Just run down and have tho ileiilist draw It out. It will hurt awfully, of course, but you aro a m;in ¡uid can stiind it!" "I'll dio first!" "Oh, well, if you will permit your imagination to make you believe that ■you have tootliacho don't blamo me." I felt awfully sorry for him, for lio snffcrcd dreadfully for the next two days. Then ho siidilenly decided to have the tooth pulUid, and asked me in a tone he tried to make careless: "Mrs. Bowse.r, don't you want to go down to llio dciili.-it's with me?" "Why, does your tooth still ache?" "Still ache! (ireat .Scotis, but it has never let up for an insliint!" "I am sorry you were so (íarchíss. Men never kiion' how to take care of their health. Can't bo imagination, can it?" Ho gavo mo a look of boiler-plated rcproach, clapped on his hat and was off without anolher word. He returned in a couple of hour.s, aud I knew from his general demeanor (hat ho had been to the dentist, and that the aching molar had come lioinc in his pocket. "Well, are you better?" I qiierictl. "Bettor of what?" "Why, tho toothache, of course." "Humph ! Who's said any Ihing about my liaving the toothache? Mrs. Bowser, I dou'V want to believe that you drink, but your conduct, for tho last two or tlireo weeks has been strange—very strange!"—Dclrcil Frc4 I'rcsti. —Omaha Dame—"You must bo re forring to Will Winkum?" Old school mate—"Why, of course, tho young man who pestered you to marry him. I was afraid at ono timo you wouUl take him lo got rid of him." "I found a better plan than that. I am rid of him now forever. Ho won't ovon livo in tho samo house with me." "How lucky. What did you do?" "Married him to my daughter."—0»ii«/i(i iroWii. —Qucoil Victoria acknowledges through hor socl'otftvy every poem sent to her. She never read» them. —Lady Dufferin is paying the ox« ponHcsof sovcval persons studying iu Afticfica for jnission work in India. ^Christine Nil-sson began under Sig. Mctciu for $'¿00 a month. A fow years latO" tho gJgnor had to pay the Swod- ^ ish nightingale §1,400 a night. —A London beggar has on tho c.ard ho ivoars plastered to his chest the words: "ricasc bestow a glanco and a copper on one who can bestow neither." —Mrs. Tolk, widow of James K. Polk, still resides in tho old homestead at Nashville. Sho Í9 over eighty years of !lg«), but is in good health, and posso.ss-OS a memory of unimpaired vigor. —ICwoh Hao; tho young Em))cror oí Cliina, who has been declared "of age" at sixteen, has as.smucd tho full reins of Government. Hi.s namo signiiic.'s "(Joiitiiuuitiou of Glory."—C'/ucaflTO Herald. —An ot'gan grinder living in Ho-boken, N. J., took his savings, amounting to SSl.O.OG, out of his strong bo.^ on ■Wednesday and gavcs them to his son to deposit in a »avings bank. Son has not been heard from since. —Longfellow was a tender-hearted! boy. Ono day he followed lii.s elder brother, who was a natural sportsman, into tho woods for game. He camo home with his eyes full of tears, because he had shot ttnd killed a robin. He never went hunting again.—Ci«eiii-nnU Times. ■ —The Duke of Argylo, father of tho Manpiisof Lomo and Lord Colin C.ami>-bell, is a small maU, with a big head and the faco of a mud-ciw'ter; He has a uiKs.s of bushy white hail', his shirt ia always frayed at tho collar, .'le invariably wears a rusty frock co.lt and trousers live inches too short. —"Mr. Gladstone," says a writer ire the Ninct'eculh Century, "is, of all notable men I have met, about tho least able to mask his emotions, .skillful as he is in cloaking his thoughts. Ho is it highly emotional man, and there is about him, moreover, something distinctly mcsmeric."—iíosíoíí Budfjét. . —A pliysician in New York City has the foiuiwing iii-scriiition on his bill heads: A paticut'.-i gratitiule to Iúí?. doctor is a part of his disease and is most declared when the fever ia highest, cools off duriug convalcsccnco and' entirely di-sappears with the complete return lo hcallh. All bills duo upon presentation. Ollico prcsciptious and attendance strictly cash. 1 —A Russian poa.s;iiit emidoycd, as watchman on an ost:ito near Odessa aroused the ilí-fceling of Jews by im-¡ pounding their s tray cattlo. The Jowi (Iccoj-ed him into a barn, where theyj immersed their victim .several times iiij a caldron of boiling water, and then' lUing him out into a ncigiiboring field.j The unfortunate peasant lingered threo^ days in great agony :inil then died.— Chicarjo Timen. -'More than all your sir; a lickiii'!"—- "A LITTLE NONSENSE." —A man out West who ha.s eleven; children, says he is always sorry when; Christmas is over. Great Apollo,stvikol the lyre! i —The red-haired man ivho consults' the piircnologist has a double ¡idvan-tage.' He has a rinl head and a, head, road.—lioslon Coinmcrcicd Ihdlciin. ! —An Arab just arrived in this conn-i try gives his name asMusta bin Ta.sep.' We expect it must, but tlie lincertainty of tho thing is annoying, to say the; least. i —"Did you have all your lessons ¡it. school to-day, little an' more, too." lessons?" "Yci Harpers Bazar. j —A Natural Ueijuest.—rardingt9n is introilucing his Kugli.sli cousin to somo American oysters—Kiigli.-^h cousin (im-; ploringly)—"You . carvc, deah boy;^ yoti'rc more used to it than I am."—^ Tid-Bils. —Altered by His Surrounding.?.— He's been sunt; "¡i a butMe-scaiToa'hcro ^^'■Ilo rcjoicc'O In the c:iniii)n's soumi.; But his martial soul sinks to zero Whenever his wife's iirouna. —I'lick. —-Jlcrchant—"Beg pardon, but yom" bill is si.Kty marks and you have given mo only li'fty." I'oel—"But don't you know that it is a poet's first principlo to leave someUiiiig to Die imagination?" —I'liegcnde Blatter. ' ' —rifly Tlniusaud Years Ilcnco.— Proios.sor of Univor.-iily of Timbuctoo— "You can perceive, gcnllcmcn, that wo are descended from Ihis extinct aninml callcd man, a haU-ilcvclopcd crcaturo whose lail was not grown."—'i'ui-/>ifo'. —Mr. Dauaviarrciiiisiills hi.s denti.st. "Excruciating pain iu your (ccth, you say?" iiuiuircd the practitioner. "Horrible!" "How oflcu docs it come on?" "Kvciy live minulc.s!" "And lasts?" "Oil! a quarter of an hour at the very least."—Chc»tnul Cracker. By mixing chlorido of zinc with paper jndp duriug lt# nxauufjicturn, tlui paper is mado so tough that it can bo II-,cd bir mailing boxoi, eomb-^, loolinj; Mai.1 IMJOIJ, iV. Ï. JitdejKin(\ ti(. —A Concin-d Kchool philosopher ' makcsìtas plain as llie liooiidày sun . ; when he says that (licrc are niaiiy; that thcre is oiìc; and' thcir unity by tho oncness ol Ilio niany eiiablcs us to firmly gra.si> the inanyuess of tho ono in the thrcefoldiictfs of its tolality.— N. r. (i rapine,. —".Tohn, what is that_ peculiar smeli?" The hoiir was late aud ho had just returncd from the lodge. "That i.s the iiicciise we use in ouf lodgc-rooiii, niy dcar." "If that's ali you go lo Ilio lodge l'or, 1 don!t scu why you can't biiy a few boltlcs of it and kecp it in the house in case of siek-ncss."—Cliriatian at lI orÈ. —.At Old Point Comfort.—"What tv well-maniiprcd girl that Mis.s Lukro is. It's a woiulcr slie c:iu enduro such u vtdgar and noisy luiiid." "Whatmaid is that?" "AVliy, the big frocklod creature wilh tlìc vcd bair aud the eroaky voice." "Blcss yoiir heartl old man, that'.s Miss L. herself. Thoothor is tho maid."—'i'oiyji Topies. ; —A "Lover of Animals" wanta to know if we dou't want som« good dog Btóvles? Indecd wo do; suud'om right along. Wodon'twant them iov pub-lication, but for privato eirciilation. You SCO, wo havo just bought a dog and wo want ¡di tho good dog StoricB ' we cali c.dlectto tidl iibout him. Wo, litiVo Lupi do/;,i bcioie. • Jiwdtìttc. ' / I .// 'T^l li ------ I '/¿.L^Lu-Jk. l-.l / ;