THE PINEHURST OUTLOOK.
2
A Wise Iog.
.luck of Cuniming's mill 1 described as
a remarkable do, Cuminings' mill is in
Eastern Parkway, lirooklyn, and Jack
was born there while the saws were buz
zing and the big wheels were revolving.
He is half mastiff, half water spaniel, and
is a very handsome animal. His extraor
dinary intelligence is displayed in many
ways, but its greatest development is
manifested in the procuring of three
square meals per diem for Jack, except
on Sunday, when he is content with two.
As Jack is only 14 months old great
things are expected of him in future, lie
is of no expense whatever to Mr.
Cummiugs, the mill owner. He hustles
for himself and does it systematically
and successfully. The moment the mill
engine begins to whistle at 7 o'clock in
the morning Jack gets up, gives himself
a shake, emits one short yelp and trots
to the house of Mrs. Moss, who lives three
or four doors from the mill.
Arrived there, he seats himself and
gazes earnestly at the gate as if awaiting
a coming event. He is seldom disap
pointed, for usually in less than a min
ute Mrs. Moss emerges from the rear of
the house with a basket of bones which
are soon cracking between .lack's splen
did white teeth. If by chance the good
woman delays more than two minutes
precisely Jacks throws his muzzle toward
the sky and howls.
At noon the whistle sounds once more,
and this time Jack hies him to the house
of Mr. Burger, an old Grand Army man,
but he does not stop outside the gate, lie
enters and scratches at the back door un
til duly served with his noontide meal.
At 0 o'clock he sallies forth for the third
time and descends to the cellar of Mrs.
Norton's house, three blocks away,
where he finds a plate of good things pre
pared for him. More than once a pred
atory cat has forestalled Jack and
cleaned the plate. On such occasions the
dog will give two yelps.
And now comes the most extraordi
nary phase of Jack's intellectual char
acter. The mill whistle does not blow
on Sunday, and yet at just after 7, as us
ual, he is in front of Mrs. Moss' gate
with the usual expectancy in his eye.
Only on Sunday, so it is solemnly de
clared, he never yelps.
And, again, as it is the war veteran's
custom to take only two meals on Sun
day, breakfast and a 6 o'clock dinner,
Jack never gives him a call on that day,
but is on time at Mrs. Norton's at 5
o'clock, when she partakes of her Sunday
evening meal, her week day dinner be
ing at 6 p. m.
Now, as Jack does not carry a watch,
the question naturally arises, how does
he know the time, even to the minute?
Of course, he is aware it is Sunday see
ing that the whistle doesn't blow, also
that on the Sabbath Mr. Burger has no
meal at noon, while Mrs. Norton's din
ner is at 5 instead of 6 o'clock, but how
does he know it is 5 o'clock ? Jm? York
Sun.
Too Willing.
Maud "Ted, dear, I suppose papa was
rather cross when you asked him for
me?"
Ted "Oh, no. On the contrary, he
was quite pleased, and asked if I knew
any other quiet, respectable young men
who could be coaxed into proposing to
your three sisters." Exchange.
A Lesson In Usury.
Peter Cooper, the great philanthropist
of New York, was one of the most suc
cessful, careful and prudent business
men of his time. He was strongly op
posed to the methods of many mer
chants who launched out into extrava
gant enterprises on borrowed money,
for which they paid exorbitant rates of
interest. The following anecdote illus
trates the point very forcibly:
Once, while talking about a project
with an acquaintance, the latter said he
would have to borrow the money for six
months, paying interest at the rate of 3
per cent per month.
"Why do you borrow for so short a
time?" Mr. Cooper asked.
"Because the brokers will not negoti
ate bills for longer."
"Well, if you wish," said Mr. Cooper,
"I will discount your note at that rate
for three years."
"Are you in earnest?" asked the
would-be borrower.
"Certainly I am. I will discount your
note for $10,000, for three years at that
rate. Will you do it?"
"Of course, I will," said the merchant.
"Very well," said Mr. Cooper. "Just
sign this note for $10,000, payable in
three years, and give your check for
$800, and the transaction will he com
plete." "Hut where is the money for me?"
asked the astonished merchant.
"You don't get any money," was the
reply. "Your interest for thirty-six
months at 3 per cent per month amounts
to 108 per cent., or $10,800. Therefore,
your check for $800 just makes us even."
The force of this practical illustration
of the folly of paying such an exorbitant
price for the use of money was such that
the merchant determined never to bor
row at such ruinous rates, and he fre
quently used to say that nothing could
have so fully convinced him as this rath
er humorous proposal by Mr. Cooper.
Pittsburg Dispatch.
Wives of Oreat Men.
Byron married Miss Millbank to get
money to pay his debts. It turned out
a bad shift.
Robert Burns married a farm girl,
with whom he fell in love while they
worked together in the plow field.
Milton married the daughter of a coun
try squire. He was an austere recluse,
while she was a rosy, romping country
lass that could not endure the restraint
imposed upon her; so they separated.
Subsequently, however, she returned,
and they lived tolerably happy together.
Queen Victoria and Prince Albert were
cousins, and about the only examples in
the long life of English monarchs where
in sincere affection existed.
Shakespeare loved and wedded a farm
er's daughter.
Washington married a woman with
two children. It is enough to say that
she was worthy of him, and they lived
as manied folks should in perfect har
mony. John Adams married the daughter of
a Presbyterian clergyman. Her father
objected on account of John's being u
lawyer he had a bad opinion of the
morals of the profession.
John Howard, the great philanthrop
ist, married his nurse. She was alto
gether beneath him in social life and in
tellectual capacity, and besides this was
52 years old, while he was 25. He
would not take "No" for an answer, and
they were married and lived happily to
gether until she died, which occurred
two years afterward.
PeUr the Great of Pussia married a
peasant girl. She made an excellent
wife and a sagacious empress.
Humboldt married a poor girl because
he loved her. Of course, they were
happy.
Edward Lytton Bulwer, the English
statesman and novelist, married a girl
much his inferior in position and got a
shrew for his wife. Of course, he was
unha ppy . Ph iladciph in Even inn Post.
Pay for Thinking:.
A friend of mine had just hired a
general servant, when that respected
individual gravely inquired: "Does a
girl have to think here?"
The employer gasped a terrified
"Wha-at?"
"Do I have to think?" was the stolid
rejoinder.
"Why, good heavens, of course you
have to think!" exclaimed the now
thoroughly puzzled lady.
"Then I'll have to have 50 cents more
a week. I always doe in places where
I thinks," said the girl, determinedly.
Then it came out that in her vocabu
lary the verb "to think" applied exclu
sively to meals. If a mistress ordered
breakfast, luncheon and dinner, detail by
detail, the maid had no occasion to
"think." If she were obliged to plan
the meals herself, she wanted 50 cents a
week for the mental exertion.
Who could blame her? No one, upon
consideration, will say that the use of
brains is not worthy of compensation,
and the sooner employers realize that
servants capable of "thinking" are of
moie value than mere automatons of the
kitchen; the sooner a better era of do
mestic service will come to lie. Yet,
few of us, like Mary Jane, would care to
lay our thoughts on the bargain counter
of life at her price. Chicago Timcs-Herahl.
A I'rlvnfe by Another Xiime.
An army ollicer here in town captain
his rank is these four years or more
has a bit of story to tell which throws a
sidelight on the ways of recruiting
officers. In his command during the
Cuban campaign was a private who
came every day to ask for letters.
Joseph Murphy was his name on the
roll, but the tang of his tongue did not
suggest even remotely the Emerald isle.
Day after day and no letter came. Mur
phy's face grew longer, his query more
pathetic every time he appeared.
"No letter," said the ollicer one morn
ing. "No letter for you. There's only
one addressed to let me see Oiovanni
Paladini Castellazzia or something like
that. None for you."
Murphy's face beamed with delight.
"That a-one for me," he said. "My
name lika that. I go to the recruiting
office. I am wanting to go to fight.
Officer say, 'What your name?' I say,
'Giovanni Paladini Castellazzia,' and he
say, 'O, that no name for you. You not
fight with name. You fight with gun.
All that name trip you up. You be
Joseph Murphy I be Joseph Murphy
now, and that is my letter' Washing
ton Post.
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