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, : a V i'v.v, 3,?; If you want to; re&di the. people of. the Piedmont sec tion pnt your; ads in THE GRIT. . v' . Largest circulation of , any r paper in the county. Excel lent Advertising Medium. , A FAMILY NEWSPAPER FOR THE XJPXIFT "OF CHATHAM COUNTS $1.00 A YEAR. VOL. VI. SILER CITY, N. C.,3 JULY 8, 1914. NO. 9. OLSTERMEN DRILLING WITH CONTRABAND ARMS This Farmer Han Knew Something About Crows E IeTvv1 VOTED FOR HIM TWICE" ON SAME DAY Representative Michael Donohoe Of Philadelphia, who, his friends boast and his enemies admit, won his elec tion less upon political issues than his attractive personality, takes but a .small part In practical politics. , Tm very green at the game," he 1 declares ' (a. gooa color for a native bora. Irishman, by. the way), waica- "raakes me 4 somewhat of a shining mark In some respects: The morning after my last election there breezed into my office a fellow, large and pleasant. He effusively congratulated me with both hands, and every breath which was alcoholically over charged and assured me of the satis faction It had given him to vote for me. Thanking him, I asked: " "What part of the district do you live lnr " 'Oi'm from over th bridge,' he replied in rich County Carlow brogue! (Mr. Donohoe doesn't have to make any effort to get that brogue.) - "This meant nothing to me, ignorant of political metes and bounds, so I again asked: ' " "What ward do you live In?" "'And Oi'm In Kelly's ward, to be sure, y'r honor, he replied. -'"Kelly's ward?' I queried,,, for I did know enough to identify a well known local leader.,, Why Kelly's ward iisn'tln my district at all!' '"Sure, an' it isn't at all, at all.' exclaimed the sly rogue, with delightful coolness. 'But I voted for yez, Misther Donohoe,' he added with a chuckle twice!"'' VX. .-Si,-1 In anticipation of the trouble that Is certain to follow the enforcement of the home. rule bill. Ulstermen in every hamlet of the county are drilling, generally with rifles that were smuggled into Belfast. STORIES OF U. S. FLEET ON DUTY AT THE PORT OF VERA CRUZ "JERRY1; toDNOVAN'S CHANGE OF HEART Representative "Jerry" Donovan, ' i a Democrat from Connecticut, who bristles indignantly when he, contem plates absenteeism in the house, re nounced the other day an opportunity to preside over that body and gave to Speaker Clark the credit of uninten tionally preventing a night session. Under the special rule for the consideration of the antitrust bills' the house was to hold night sessions while general debate continued. When the. hour for the dinner recess arrived one, Saturday Representative Webb aekef' unanimous consent that ad journment be taken until Monday, set ting aside the night session. , "I object," said Mr. Donovan. "We have nobody to speak," said Mr. Webb, casting his ' eye over the twenty-odd members, present. "Then go ahead with the reading of the bill," said Mr. Donovan. "Where is everybody? Where are the distinguished gentlemen who ought to be on the Republican side?" "Where are the Democrats?" Interjected a voice from the Republican side. "Well. I'm tired of all this debate," Bald Mr. Donovan. "You must meet tonight unless the gentleman in charge of the bill agrees to knock off five hours from the time." Mr. Webb said he couldn't think of doing this. Both Republicans and Democrats crowded around the Connecticut member to beg him not to force a night session. He shook his head. "The chair names the gentleman from Connecticut to preside at the night session," said Speaker Clark. Mr. Donovan became thoughtful. "Rather than preside over this body," said Mr. Donovan, who is serving his flrst term, "I will withdraw my objection." The house adjourned until Monday. l " .v.vAAVAv.v.v. .v...v.w.v.ttl 'Ik f S '- IT W WINGO TELLS ONE ON HIMSELF Representative Otis Wmgo of Ar kansas looks more like the southern congressman imaged in the popular mind than any man in the capital's public life. In Prince Albert coat, black slouch hat and Mack string tie falling over a capacious expanse of white shirt front, as he' walks sedate ly down the corridor, he seems to have stepped bodily from the pages of some political novel. And Mr. Wingo knows It; also he is proud of it Hence, when he told the following little story on himself it was only upon the solemn oath of hi, nndltor that not a word or it should appear In print. It seems that Mr. Wingo. having in tow a visiting constituent whom he wished to impress with his politr cal magnitude, was standing waiting at the door of an elevator in tne House ofBce building. Mr. Wingo rang the bell; but to his disgust the descending elevator swept airily by vi ittmut Atf An V. ra t ntnr TMa hurt- "Why didn't you stop for me on your way down just now? queried Mr. the next trip. "Couldn't stop for you." replied the elevator boy with lofty finality. "Had . VAar1 " "And this." ejaculated Air. Wingo, as he told the story, "before that con-stltuent!" MAN WHO CAPTURED SANTA ANNA i J "And so Gen. Santa Anna surrenr dtred to me," said Sergt. Peter Daly, "and I introduced him to the line sergeant, and oil we all went to Gen. Winfleld 8cott. And." Sergeant Daly added. Impressively, "that ended the war." On the porch of his daughter's comfortable frame 'cottage in the J'.ronx, New York city, on these warm dayg gits Peter Daly, and smokes his. pipe, and tells what he remembers of "tho war." There is only one war for Peter Daly, and although he it nlnetyone years old, and no one thinks of calling him "Sergeant" nowadays, the salient episodes of his career as a fighter stand out as clear ly, and as significantly, as if they had happened yesterday. Sergt. Peter Ualy has almost forgotten that the civil war wae ever fought, or that we had battles in 1898 in the West Indies and Manila bay. The Mexican war Tvas his war. and Winfleld Scott was ' ' . his general. And he. Peter Daly, was the man to whom th Mexican com mander surrendered. ..... j "It wasn't any of my doing," he explains, lest pride in his good fortune U mistaken for a false self-esteem. "I Just happened to be on. the encr or the Hdp. That was how it was I took charge of him. T was a cavalryman in the Seventh New York, and, I was on guard duty at the east end of the division , line. It was a long front, about a me, ana, I was on the very end of it. And I saw a man pomingtoward the line,, au alcme. with a white handkerchief. . - 'L ', "Well, I didn't know who It waa at first. And then I saw It was Santa Anna. Yes. sir. It was Santa Anna himself, mlnf to surrender. And hj orrendared to ma 1 was on post where he came, so-1 took. Mm to charge. r-- Vera Cruz, Mexico. Months before the landing of the American naval forces at Vera Crux and the capture of the Mexican port plans had been worked out for the occupation of the city. They contemplated resistance by the Mexicans and were not merely 'plans for -peaceful patrolling of streets and administration of civil du ties. Five months ago the battleship New Jersey was sent to Vera Cruz and her officers were detailed Imme diately for. a military survey of the city. Outwardly the groups of young officers who were ashore daily were merely sightseeing, riding or walking through the quaint old city and hav ing the best of times. Actually, the city was as carefully charted as if it were a coast of dangerous reefs and Bhoals. The spots along its water front were selected where the men of the sea should land whenever hostili ties might start. The straight streets which might be swept by the deadly hail of bullets from machine guns were marked. Streets Very Crooked. In a seventeenth century Spanish city such as this straight streets are the exception. Many , streets are curved and more have jogs every few blocks, so that the street appears to end abruptly until the end is reached, when it is seen to continue a hundred feet or so to the right or left. The buildings whose commanding roofs would sweep these streets were listed. The dozen or more high para petted stone and plaster towers which overlooked various parts of the city were known even te the location of stairways, so that no time might be lost in reaching their commanding tur rets. The flat roofs were charted like steps. They were to be occupied in successive series, all the time advanc ing over the housetops until the city was swept and secured. The developments of the day showed that . the precautions . were wisely taken. The capture of Vera Cruz in the warless war was a fight over the housetops. Behind the roor parapets and from the high towers tie Mexican snipers fought like de fenders of a beleaguered medieval castle. Each city block of the gray stone city made a separate castle. Had their defense been as determined and as united as the attack of tn men from the ships the story of Amer ican death, and bloodshed would have been far more bitter. American fore sight knew more about their own city than they did themselves. It struck straight for the high spots. Fighting Sobers Jatkies. To probably more than half the bluejackets and marines the first two. days of fighting In Vera Cruz was a sudden awakening that life in the navy is not all pomp, parade, travel and play. Many had never seen a fel low being cold In death, much less a man killed, or been under fire before. It was a changed body of young men that came back to the ships: Shore expeditions before had been for dis may or pleasure.- This had been grim business, in which comrades of the other happy shores had died, where the blood lust of reVenge had run high and in a twinkling they had changed from carefree boys to hard ened men. In the Plaza d'Cathedral the hos pital corps gathered up the mangled remains of a Mexican; -defender. A three-inch shell had torn away both legs. The close fire of a machine gun had chopped the body as if with knives. Across the plaza to the ears of an officer to whom war had ceased to be play came the ribald chatter. "Carry the body down the street!" he directed the hospital orderlies. It was lifted on a stretcher. The men with the red cross on their sleeves started at a brisk pace. Cu riously the nearest boys stepped .for ward to look. With a shudder they drew back. The words froze on their lips. It was as if some invisible hand of ice had stilled their heart beats. Along the line moved the human wreckage of their bullets. It was death's muffler. One glance Bufflced. Each sailor boy looked straight ahead. Thoughts flew to homes far away as war's realities were realized. The les son had been learned. Tension at Snapping Point. In the weeks the fleet was assemb ling at Vera Cruz awaiting word from Washington or a chance which might unloose the flood of war, tension was 'at the snapping point. It was the vigilance of a stranger in the ene my's country. The island prison-fortress, San Juan del Ulua, lay grim and menacing. The Americans knew four torpedo tubes opened from the aides. Each night the harbor was dragged for mines or wires. Every moment the tubes were watched. The Maine disaster had not been forgotten. One night in December, across the moonlit waters came the steady thump of the air compressors working in the fort's torpedo magazines. On the battleship Rhode Island the big gongs which sound only the call to general quarters clanged forth. The ship's searchlights illuminated the fort as if at noonday. Enough guns found the range to blow the island and fort out of the sea. The thump of the air compressors stopped. " San Juan del Ulua hasn't found a torpedo yet. During the fighting the cruiser Prai rie, lying outside the breakwater, twas directly In front of one of the tor pedo tubes. While her guns on the shore side were turned on the naval academy one of her eight-inch pieces on the fort side was trained on the torpedo tubes. The fort commandante had been warned that his first move to open the torpedo sluice gates would be the signal to fire a deadly ful minate shell into the ancient fort. The line to raise the sluice gate hung slack. A picturesque grove of six cocoa nut palms stands on the sea promon tory of the same fort. Coming Into the harbor their waving tops stand clear against the colorless skyline. As the ship's launches come closer a gibbet a single upright with a pro jecting arm, from which a now un used noose still dangles also shows against the sky. Serve in Army or Be Hung. Back of the gibbet is a rectangular inclosure. Into this open air bun pen" under the broiling sun were from one hundred and fifty to two hundred prisoners. Some were army deserters, others prisoners of war and more mere conscripts picked up in the streets and sabanas.' All were invited to enlist in the federal army. To impress them with the merits of the invitation each morning, one who had obstinately refused it: was ele vated on the gibbet. In the evening he was tossed over the sea wall to the sharks. The argument is said to have been effective in convincing j most of the prisoners that their pa-; trlotic duty was to join, Huerta's j army. Everything seemed quiet one night along one of the streets being pa trolled by marines from the New Jer sey, when suddenly a black form with arms waving shot across the narrow areaway. The machine gun crew down the street saw it and let loose with a roar and the bullets hummed downMhe street. A minute later it shot back with the same defiant wav ing of arms. The excited machine gun crew let loose again, but appar ently with the same rutue resuu. Lieut C. D. Barrett, with a couple oT his marines, stole down the street. If the uncanny apparition dodging back and forth through the hail of bullets was human it was the strong est man they had ever seen. "It's only a coat," concluded the lieutenant. "And it's on a rope and a man is working it back and forth across the street." Coat Makes Last Trip. A minute later the coat started to flap across the' street again. The ma chine gun two blocks away barked at it in vain. The arm appeared for half an inch. Half a dozen, marines let go with their rifles. That -was the troublesome coat's last trip. No traces of blood were found, bot the woodwork of the doorwaa bored as if by augers. "Probably some native trying to be come a hero to his senorita by get ting his coat full of bullet holee," was the lieutenant's explanation of the strange performance. Those who form their ideas of the navy from comic operas may believe there was such a ridiculous person as the "admiral of the king's navee," made famous in song. Perhaps there was, but more likely the famous Eng lish composer created a fictitious per son from mistakes, real or imaginary, of many admirals. Admirals make mistakes'. So do captains; also many "other dfgnlfled, stern visaged officers of our own immaculate American navy. , Captain Boards Wrong Ship. Late one night when the fleet was off Vera Cruz a certain' captain stepped into his -launch and .started for his ship." His thoughts were on" the day's work and the plans for the next, and as his boat came to a stop off a gangway he stepped on the land ing and mounted the stairs of the bat tleship's deck. "Tell the boat to cast off, he saia to the officer who saluted him at the top of the ladder. , The officer of the deck did so. ' He knew it was not his captain, but dis cipline laid down its rules. The cap tain strolled across the afterdeck. The commander a commander la next in rank to a captain on a bat tleship, is on duty 24 hours a day and ranks with a major in the army met him. saluted and passed on. That seemed strange to the captain. He looked around. It was Just like his ship, but something seemed strange. "What ship is this?" he asked. The , sir," replied tne com- WASHINGTON. Consider crowds: , A farmer man was going along a business street up Georgetown way when, above the clash of traffic, he heard a sound that caused him to look upward. And there on a chimney ledge perched a crow shrining out his: "Caw, caw, caw." While the farmer man was cran ing his neck, another man, in passing, paused to inquire fraternally: "Pet of yours got away?" Tbe answer went off like an ex plosion '. TSfeat tax thunder do you suppose a farmer wants with a craw except to shoot him? Tm plagued to death every year of my life with the darn things watohm' my corn hills from tbe fence rails, and the first thing I hear when I get to town. Is this infernal cawtn'. What do you reckon that rascal up, yonder means by wasting his . time here where. there are.no crops to rob, huhT" "Ohwe've got a rookery of 40,000 crows near Arlington, and Ive watched their goings and comings for forty years. You could time a clock by their movements. Every morning in the early gray they fly down the Potomac to their feeding grounds." That's where they get me, blank 'em!" The farmer man made his adjective good and strong no, not good, Just strong! "Live along the eastern shore?" "No, sir; I'm from old Charles county, God bless her " "You don't say! Pve got relatives down in that section toe people, too and at dusk you ought to see those crows come trailing home in a long, black line, high up In the sky, in clear weather and sailing low in storms. Oh, you can't put me against crows, friend. I've watched them too long." " "That's how I got my opinion by watchin' 'em, with a shot gun. The rascals are so sharp, though, these days, doggone 'em, that it's hard work getting a pop at them. And you . can't frighten 'em with scarecrows any more Blank it, sir, they light on 'em, right before your eyes." "Caw, caw, caw," shrilled the crow. CONTRAST IN BACK YARDS mander. facing about at attention. "I thought it was my ship," said the captain. "Drat that coxswain, why did he put me off at this ship?" demanded the captain from the officer of the deck. which also was not according to rules. The captain descended the gang way. The ship's boat drew up to re ceive him. The coxswain looked up to the deck for his orders. 'Proceed to the with a pas senger and return to ship," ordered the officer of the deck. "Ay, ay, sir," replied the coxswain The bell rang and the boat was off Not So Bad as-ynics Would Have Us Belisve A MAN was limping through Lafayette square. It was so early of a Sunday morning that the grounds were empty except for the man and a lone person who was coming down a path toward him, and the same primeval stillness lay over the streetsx outside, not count ing the iconoclastic rattle of passing cars. The man limped because of a stiff leg that had to be helped out with cane, and It was a slow limp because, again, his architecture included a bay-window front incompatible with high speed. He carried a newspaper and was lumbering toward a tree- shaded bench, when Something in the grass caught his eye. It must have been, an important find, for, stiff and stout as he was. he made an elaborate effort to reach down to it and taiieo. Then he straightened up, gave a jiu-jitsu twist to his body and tried to stoop sideways. He failed again. ' Nobody wants to be officious, but the lone person who had come aiong and was about to pass thought it might be a case of dropped specs, or some thing vital like that, and volunteered first aid. "Thank you, madam. I would very much like to-have one ot tnese wnit clovers if I might tax your kindness." The lone person picked exactly one clover from the white powdered grass, and handed it to him. The man accepted it with a bubble of confidence due the occasion. "These little blooms take me back a half century to the farm that wa my home when I was a boy." The woman smiled appreciative recognition of the sentiment as sne passed on; the man lumbered over to his bench and well,1 that was really all there was to it except When a stiff, stout man, over fifty, can carry about with him enough honest boyhood to prize a clover top for the sake of its associations, tb world cari't be half so bad as the cynics would have us believe. DOUBLES BIG GOULD ESTATE Under Management of George J., Fa ther's Holdings Have Been In creased Doublefold. They Are Side by Side and of the Same Size,: But What a Difference I -.V From a seventh story window we looked down on two back yards. They lie behind houses of the same char; acter; they are of one size; they are bounded by the ; same tight bord ; fences. There the Jikeness enias a the Milwaukee journal. " One yard is bare and browny .with ; patches of mud here and there. At the back are two or three sheds not yet actually out of repair; out, evident ly hasting thither. Against them ; is piled rubbish that has overflowed .the original attempt to provide containerv The yard is a patch of ugliness, a waste of the space. The other yard is carpeted with the , bright fresh green of the season, through which runs a neat walk to or- derly sheds that show no signs of de- ; caying from neglect. Two little trees give promise that some day there will be cool shade on warm summer after noons, a breathing- -spot in the midst of the downtown district. It isn't difficult' to argue from the difference in these yards the difference? in the people who occupy; te houses. It means a deference In habits of liv ing, in. ideas of cleanliness and. thrift. and even beauty. Sometimes children play in the grassy yard, but the neigh boring alley is more attractive than, the muddy yard. And yet one might be made as attractive as the other; not in a moment, for neglect has gone too far, but with a little care an'd .at tention, which could be found as read ily by the dweller in one house as the dweller In the other. PLAN LIGHTING WITH CARE System Means Much More to City Than Seems to Be the General Impression. . New York. Under the management of George J. Gould the estate of the late Jay Gould Is said to have been more than doubled in value since the death of the widow of the latter. Per sonal fortunes of the Goulds have in creased proportionately. Criticisms directed to previous Gould management of their railroads find no basis for repetition against George J. Gould. Edwin. Howard and George J. Gould. GETS MOTHER'S $16,000 GEMS "Million Dollar Baby" Fishes Necklace Out of Sand After Others Give Up Hope. Philadelphia. Vincent Beal Walsh McLean- the "hundred million dollar tjaby" son of Mr. and Mrs. Edward B. McLean of Washington, demon strated that he was a better sleuth than a dozen or more society folk, when he recovered for bis mother a 1 16,000 necklace which. she lost at the Devon horse show. Mrs. McLean had left her box .for a stroll. At the end of the board walk she continued walk ing on the sand covered portion of the track. The necklace fell from her throat. Unable herself to find It, Bhe sent for the bodyguard who accompa nies her little son on all occasions. The boy came with him. With a num ber of her friends the search was con tinued When hope of recovering the treasure had almost been given up Vincent uttered, a childish .cry, "Here 'tis," and fished from the sand the Helen Gould are co-trustees in charge of the estate. At one time George J. Gould, with the aid of the estate's -finds, loaned the Missouri Pacific as high as $20,- 000,000 to hold off receivership. This was in 1894. Since that date the es tates funds have saved various prop- . erties time and again. string of gems. Mrs. McLean was over Joyed. Policewoman Is Afraid. Chicago. Mrs. Mary C- O'ConnelL. a policewoman. Is afraid to go home in the dark, and when sh4 is forced to work late has a policeman to escort her home. Thing That Thrills Som Visitors to the Capital ONE thing about the small town visitor that thrills is the niceties he pre serves in eating. If a confirmed habitue of one of Washington's fashion able restaurants happens to drop a particularly choice bit of meat on the tablecloth he calmly and unhurriedly retrieves It. He is not nervous about it He is not even nervous if the waiter looks at him reproachfully. The writer saw one huge, bronzed man with a mighty walrus mustache and an appearance which justified the belief that he could face 15 bad men with guns and not wink an eye. Th bad man had ordered a veal cutlet. And one of the best bits of the cutlet escaped the curtain-draped cave that he called his mouth and fell slushily upon the white cloth. The mighty man extended a hamlike hand to pick it up andhad almost captured his game when, looking up, he caught the eye of the waiter. His face turned crimson. His colossal hand flapped feebly around, while he pretended to be trying to look at the salt cellar, the sauce anything. The waiter went toward him icily. "Anything, sir?" he wanted to know. "N-n-nothin" faltered the big man. "I was " "Salt, sir?" asked the waiter, solicitously. The big man clutched at the suggestion like a drowning p-un clutching at a straw. "Ye-es," he stuttered. The salt was handed him and he spoiled the remainder of, his cutlet with It . .... And during the rest of the dreary meal Be ate solemnly, eaaiy, nopeiessiy. while the waiter stood guard and the fallen piece of meat gleamed wickedly from the tablecloth. Occasionally he would look reproachfully at the waiter. Then he would bow his head mournfully over his food. This Congressman Comes From a Land of Plenty . - Tl . 11 J fi . V. VaiaIIt 7y iliafnnt on1 iCt COME saia uepreseniauve nuuanu ui iuc i-osuvju., ., vimv... 1 there was a world of pride in his tones "I come from that land famed the world over for Its good things to eat. A land the fair renown or wnose oysters and terrapin and hams is sung throughout the length and breadth of the nation from where" and Mr." Hol land, waxing eloquent, harked back to valedictorian days "from where the Icy waters of the Atlantic beat upon the bleak crags of Maine to where the placid waters of the blue Pacific kiss the golden" ' "It's a fact, sir, a fact," concluded Mr. Holland, ehen reminded that these stories must be limited io' 400 words. "I'm right about it' dead right!" And Mr. Holland is right about it; dead right. The city beautiful represents co-operative effort on the part of individu-A als. The merchant who tries to make his establishment attractive and,dif-;, ferent from the commonplace thrives and prospers, and citieB which have done the same have attained their suc cess through the consistent co-operation of such citizens. Merchants' associations and simi lar organizations should consider the" special problems of their communities exhaustively before deciding upon lighting which may prove to be more of a hindrance than a help to civic progress. It is absolutely necessary to , refrain from a narrow consideration of a lamp or lamps and, instead, to re- gard light and its accessories as a part . of its environment, influenced greatly by other than stneet light and depend ent upon a careful adjustment of everything which has a direct bearing on the general effect and ite difference from the commonplace. The city de luxe does not imitate, but originates in its lighting as in all things. Gardens for Children. Miss Celeste ParriSh, supervisor of rural schools in Georgia, is the1 mov ing spirit in a campaign to have school children create gardens in the back yards of city residences. The "plan is an excellent one. It is well, as Councilman- Ashley suggests, to make ;the back yard as ornamental and well kept as the front yafd. Health and beauty lie :n that direction. If, the child can be given an intelli gent interest in gardening his life will take on a fresh, an inspiring and a broadening influence. The idea is valuable, also, as incul cating habits or industry and love tor the. soil. The little money and time spent In the innovation would return dividends out of all proportion to the negligible investment. Atlanta Constitution. tAl j COME FROM HER TH' ICY WATEM Of TH' ATIW1TK BEM Upon Trf BLEAK MAINE TO - Beauty and Utility. Why not combine beauty and utility by growing a few globe artichokes ' along the back fence. Surely the plants are as ornate and as graceful as any century plant, aloe, yucca, etc., found in local gardens and the buds are considered by many as an esculent superior to asparagus. If the common green globe sort does not appeal to your artistic taste, there is a variety bearing buds of purple that really mako the plant attractive. Give these and other economic plants a chance to demonstrate their value, and you will find many have a double claim to space in the garden.. i Trutrt. Truth is as impossible to be spoiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam. Milton, ' Just listen to this luscious litany of the succulent, savory things hailing from the district that calls him representative a litany he chants with reverent ecstacy. Lynnhaven oysters, canvas-back duck, diamond-back terrapin, Crisfleld crabs. Norfolk spots, Chesapeake shad, sora, reedbirds, Smlthfleld hams. March strawberries, April green peas wr wiiter miick! Whafs tariffs to terrapin; or carreasy bills to canvas-backs! And don't forget the peanut! When the Cuckoo Arrives. Sussex alone 6f English counties has one fixed and unalterable day for the arrival of tho cuckoo. This is April 14. the date of the "Cuckoo fair," at HeathfleldT where an old lady who has charge bf all the cuckoos lets them loose from her basket. The old dame is said to be of very Irascible disposition, and allows only one or two cockoos to escape if anything has ixniwini tn mffle her temper. What- vr truth there may be in the story, Heathfleld, though now partly spoiled by prosaic, 'natural gas" works, still possesses a park, whose romantic hid den ravines and wealth of foliage would furnish an ideal retreat for the "wandering voice" of Wordsworth. London Chronicle. Sounded Personal. "Omr porter jgot mad at an Innocent question." ' "What was that?" 'T asked him if there were s.ny train robbers left in tnis part of the West." Kansas City Journal. Value of Beauty to Towns. Many towns have increased their taxable property by the simple and In expensive expedient of cleaning out unsightly buildings around the rail road station, and planting trees and shrubbery. Thus beauty has its dis tinct commercial value. A street with trees and flowers makes every- house more salable at higher prices. Other things being equal, prospective resi dents will pay more money to. live in a town where a consistent attempt is made toward beautifying the place. Newcastle Courier. t - The Microbe Age. The old-fashioned boy who used .to eat red ants spread on his bread and - ' butter now has a son who won't touch a table knife until he ksows that H has been properly- sterilized. JIncii nati Enquirer. ' , ' Reparation. "1 tbtnk. William, I'll ask those new people next door to take dinner wit, a uTtonlght." "What for?" 'Welith butcher, by mistake, left their meat. . order here, and it seems only falr.'- ;. Ufej ; " -4 If ?f 1 i ..J : 1 hii it'.! Jv V. - f
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