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VOL. IX
PLYMOUTH, K C, FRIDAY, JANUARY 14, 1898.
NO. 17.
MEMORIES.
Oh, for a stretch of oountry.dear,
A tree and a brook and a hill,
With you sitting close beside me, dear,
Hinging sweet love songs still.
Just as you did in the days gone by.
The days of long ago,
When love's young dream made everything
seem
A paradise here below.
Oh, for a stretch of country, dean.
With a meadow and winding lane,
Whore, Btrolling together, I told you, dear,
Successes I hoped to attain.
Just as I did in the days gone by,
Thesiays of long ago,
As beribath skies of blue, we pledged love
anew,
Our future all aglow.
Oh, for a stretch of country, dear,
With its clover and fields of rye,
That I might retrace our footsteps, dear,
With many a sorrowing sigh.
And dream o'er again of the days gone by,
For, oh! I loved you so,
l When down through the heather, we wan-
" Vered together,
. Iu days of long ago.
James T. Hulllvaii, Jn Boston Globe.
I DORA'S SACRIFICE.
She had whispered, "Yes, Jack, I
love you!" in response to his ques
tion, his kisses were still warm on her
lips, their hearts were beating ' in
unison, though not so tumultuously as
before, and now that the first rapture
and thrill were over they were asking
questions, and making their little con
fessions, aftel the manner of lovers
on the threshold of an engagement.
"How many times have I been in
love before? Now, Jack, do you think
that is a fair question?" she asked,
meeting his look with a roguish
glance.
"Why, certainly it is.Dora," he re
plied, earnestly. "You say you love
me so it doesn't really make any
difference about, the others; they're
done for now; but I think I ought to
know. Still, if there are so many of
them "
"Please stop, Jack! I won't have
you saying such dreadful things, and
r,with that look on your face!" she in-
errupted, playfully placing her hand
over his mouth, but quickly withdraw
ing it when he attempted to kiss it.
' "How dare you!" she exclaimed,
'after the way you've been talking!"
"Well, if you don't want me to say
things why don't you answer my
question?"
"Must I, Jack?"
"I am afraid you must, my dear."
"And you won't hate me after I tell,
, will you?"
"Well "
" 'That depends,' you are going to
say. You needn't hesitate so long; I
can read your thoughts."
"Can you? That's convenient for
you, I'm sure. I wish I could read
yours, then I'd know the answer to
my question."
"Would you really like to know?"
'. "Why, yes. or I shouldn't have
asked it."
"Well, Jack, if it will relieveyour
mind auy to know it,you nave no pre
decessors." "Are you sure, Dora?"
"Yes, Jack. You are the first and
only."
"Thanks, awfully, Dora! I'm glad
"to hear it; and now that question is
settled we will "
"Oh, no, my boy; you don't get off
quite so easily as that! I want your
confession now. About how many.
dozen times have yota. been in love,
pray tell?"
yick Vernon winced. lie naan i
ited on this, exactly.
3ome, young man, you are now on
hvitness stand, sworn to tell the
the whole truth, and nothing
Ithe truth!" she continued,
baiJicJrinsrly.
"Must I?" said Jack, helplessly re
peating her question of a few niin
; utes before.
. , "I am afraid you must, my dear,"
"But I am afraid you will hate me
after I confess."
"Is the record, then so long?"
"No; it is a very short one. I have
never loved but once before."
"And she she refused you?"
"No, I never asked her."
"Why not? You see, I want the
whole story now."
"Because of pride. She was a
wealthy heiress, I a penniless lawyer,
with my fame and fortune yet to make.
I loved her; I am not ashamed to say
it; she was a woman that one could
not help loving; she was all to me
then that you are now, and "
"And more. Go on and say it, Jack;
I want the whole truth."
"No, I won't say that, but she was
the fj jTjd love was a new seusa
finrT XVn nnrl if T had been her
'f "'v,1sJtatioa I might
se of telling
now. Her
v,e- put it
q. But
Dora?
You
w.
rave
..was
she
Dora's face grew suddenly pale.
"I thought, perhaps, she was the
one," she said, in a voice that Jack
scarcely recognized.
"Why, do you know her?" he ex
claimed, in surprise.
"I used to room with her at board
ing school, " answered Dora. She had
regained control of her voice now.
"She is a goo J, noble woman, far bet
ter than I am, and I don't wonder that
you love her." .
"You mean loved,", corrected Jack.
"My love for her is in the past tense,
not the present. "
" 'True love can never die,' "quoted
Dora, gravely. "Wasn't it the divine
William who said that? But there,
Jack, we have talked enough of love
for one evening. Don't you think
so?"
"But you haven't promised to marry
me yet."
"You didn't ask me that question.
You simply asked me if I loved yon,
and you, got your answer, I believe."
"And I am to take the rest for
granted, eh?"
"Well, no; nothing should be taken
for granted in this world. I'll give
you your answer, but not now. I
think I'd better send it to you in
writing."
"My! My! How formal we are get
ting all at once! But, after all, I
think I prefer it that way; then I can
carry your note next to my heart for a
mascot until you are mine for good
and all. Shan't I run over here for it
tomorrow morning? I'm anxious to
get it as soon as possible."
"No; I'll mail it to your office in
New York."
"All right, Dora; and now, just one
before I go!" He bent down and
planted a kiss on her unresisting lips.
"Thanks, dear! Now, please forget
that there ever was any other girl, and
don't look quite so sober the next
time I call. I'll be -over again Wed
nesday evening, if nothing happens.
Good-night, Dora!"
"Good-night, Jack!"
When Jack Vernon reached his
office in Temple court next morning
he found Dora Stevens', note awaiting
him. Tearing it open' he read:
Brooklyn, N. Y., 9.30 p. m. March 15.
Dear Jack: The love I expressed for you
an hour ago I find has turned to pity, and I
am going to make you happy by sending to
you the only woman you have a right to
marry. After hearing your confession, and
knowing what I do, I could never be happy
with you. I know you think you are in love
with me, but the tendrils of your heart are
still entwined around that early love, and
and she needs you more than I do. I told
you she was my schoolmate years ago; I
still regard .her as one of my dearest friends,
and, though we have never met since we
graduated, we have always kept up corre
spondence. I enclose my latest letter from
her, received two months ago. I did not
know until tonight who the man was that
she lovos. I know now,and I wish you both
all the joy that life in each other's society
can bring you. Go to her, Jack, and make
her happy and my "blessing and prayers
will go with you. Not good night this time,
but good-by! Ever your friend, DORA.
The inclosure ra,n as follows:
Rochester, N. Y., Jan. li.
My Dear Dora: No, I am not engaged yet,
and never expect to be. I have had plenty
of chances to confer my hand and fortune
especially the latter upon aspiring appli
cants, but I have declined them all. I have
never met a man I really cared for. except
one. and I believe he cared for me at a time.
Perhaps he does yet; but, alas! he discovered
that I was an heiress, and then pride (he
was a young lawyer, with plenty of brains
and ambition, but no money) held him back.
He loved me; my heart told me that; but
fortune-hunters were fluttering around me,
like moths around a candle, and I suppose
he was afraid if he spoke he would be
classed with the rest just as though the
alchemy of a woman's love could not detect
the gold among the dross!
"Ah. well! he is gone, and there's no use
mourning for the past. I cannot help sigh
ing, though, to think that the very money
which attracted so many society moths should
drive away the only man I ever loved!
There, Dora, you have my secret, and
know why I shall evermore a maiden be
but plea9e don't tell. Wishing you a lover
true, some time, dear Dora (not being bur
dened with wealth, you won't have so many
unworthy ones as I) and hoping to hear
from vou soon, I remain, with oceans of
love, yours sincerely, EDITH BURTON.
Late that afternoon', Dora, Stevens
received the following (brief message
from Jack Vernon:
My Dear Dora: Many thanks for your
kind note and the inclosure. There are at
leat two angels left on earth. You are one
of them. May heaven ever guard and bless
you! Yours gratefully, JACK.
P. 8. I start for Rochester at once, and
will mail this on my way to the train.
And as Dora read these words, she
smiled one little, wee ghost of a smile,
aud whispered:
"Better my heart than hers!"
Chicago Record.
An 918 Nugget in the Corn.
Charles Wainwright, proprietor of
a flour mill at Toms River, N. J., a
few days ago received a carload of
western corn. While he was grinding
it he noticed that something was wrong
with the heavy rollers. He stopped
the machinery and found a nugget
that looked just like gold. It had
come through the hopper with the
corn. He took the nugget to a local
jeweler, who unhesitatingly pro
nounced it to be native gold. It
weighed nineteen peDnyweights and
eighteen grains, and Mr. Wainwright
was offered $18 for it, but preferred to
keep it as a curiosity. Where the
gold came from is a mystery. Phila
delphia Record.
The law which at present governs
th mactice of medicine in France for-
'tbki.v.Wje simultaneous practice of niedi-
. lla-l pharmacy even by a person
"l kje in possession of diplomas
v subjects.
FORTUNE HID IN A COIN.
Check for a Million Dollars Hidden in a.
Five-Franc Silver Flece.
If you happen to have in your pos
session the particular French coin
known as five-franc piece, you may,
unwittingly, be a millionaire. Such,
at least, is the belief shared by hun
dreds upon hundreds of credulous
Frenchmen and Frenchwomen, many
of whom spend most of their spare
time destroying quantities of five
franc pieces in the hope of realizing a
fortune.
Dr. Marco Leonardo Nardez, the
well-known numismatist, and one of
the recognized authorities on coin lore,
speaking of this curious condition of
affairs, said: "It is quite true that
half of France still believes in the ex
istence of great wealth hidden in five
franc pieces, although many numis
matists hold that the fortune in ques
tion was long ago discovered and ap
propriated by one of the Rothschild
family.
"The story of the strange five-franc
fortune legend may be briefly told. A
five-franc piece, to begin with, is a
silver coin, and is worth about $1.
Napoleon I. was very anxious to make
the coin a popular one, and with this
end in view he caused it to be circu
lated everywhere throughout France
that he had inserted in one of the sil
ver pieces before it left the mint a
banknote or order for 1,000,000 of
these same five francs i. e., for $1,
300,000. Whether li8 really did this or
not I cannot say for certain, but the
weight of evidence would seem to
show that it was done. In the manu
script memoirs of the Due de Feltie,
Napoleon's minister of war, it is ex
pressly stated that the Emperor en
closed a note on the Bank of France,
duly signed by the governors of that
institution, in a split five-franc piece;
that the halves were then welded to
gether, partially reminted and thrown
in a heap of similar coins, which the
emperor mixed with his own hands.
These coins Napoleon took with him
in a bag when he went to Boulogne,
and distributed lavishly en route, even
dropping some of them.out of his car
riage windows. In this way it was im
possible to keep track of the lucky
soin.
"The news of this odd lottery spread
far and wide, and the five-franc piece
leaped into immediate favor. From
that day to this mutilation of the coin
has been common in France, Switzer
land, Belgium and elsewhere. Every
year the Bank of France is requested
to make good scores of pieces split in
a vain search for the five-million-franc
bank note.
"There are many Btories dealing
with reputed finds of the fortune. In
deed, when a man becomes suddenly
rich in France, it is common to hear
people whisper: 'Tiens! He
must have found Napoleon's famous
coin!' Some assert that the Emperor
kept the coin himself, but this hardly
agrees with Napoleon's character.
Still it is a current theory that some
of the money which enabled Napoleon
III to reach the imperial throne was
found in the lucky silver piece, which
his mother, Queen Hortense, had
wheedled out of her brother-in-law.
"The most likely explanation as to
why the five-franc piece fails to tarn
up is that Baron Ferdinand de Roths
child, a French member of the great
Jewish banking house, secured it.
This account states that Baron de
Rothschild, having investigated the
tradition and found sufficient proof of
its truth, deliberately set to work to
locate the $1,000,000 note. He quietly
bought in and collected every five
franc piece he could get, and his
agents were notified to preserve and
forward to Paris every five-franc piece
which reached them in Europe, Asia,
Africa or America. In his office the
Baron kept three trusty men hard at
work bisecting the coins. Some say
that he had invented a plan for weld
ing them together again, so as to defy
detection; others maintain that he
melted down the silver and sold it to
the government. The work was colos
sal; but in the end the baron's system
is said to have conquered. He found
the note for 5,000,000 francs, having
spent nearly a -million to obtain it.
The order was duly presented at the
Bank of Fiance, and, says the tradi
tion, cashed by that institution.
"Plausible as the narration may
seem, the great mass of Frenchmen
refuse to credit it, and go on, year af-
'ter year, splitting open their five-franc
pieces to look for Napoleon s note. It
is certainly a tantalizing thought that
somewhere in the world a check for
$1,000,000 is knocking about, hidden
in an ordinary silver coin worth barely
$1. By possessing aad opening that
coin the -man worth just five francs
may in a moment become a million
aire." Washington Star.
Quarantine ARainat Klopement.
-The six daughters of a man in Kan
sas eloped, one after another, at the
ages of twenty-one, eighteen, seven
teen, seventeeu, fifteen and fourteen.
The unhappy father has two left, aged
nine and seven, aud he has bought
him two bear dogs and a repeating
rifle, and keeps guard day and night
around the premises to prevent their
premature escapel from the parental
roof. Atlanta Journal.
The colored people of the United
States maintain Ifeeven colleges, seven
teen academies ;ind fiftv hih schools
Cowbells.
. One of the comparativAly few things
that the hand1 of improvement has not
touched is the cowbell, which is made
now just as it was fifty, a hundred and
more years ago, and has now just the
same peculiar clanking sound as ever.
Cowbells are made some of copper,
and some of a composition metal; but
most of them are made of iron and fin
ished with a coating of bronze. The
cowbell is not cast; it is cut from a
sheet of metal which is folded into
shape and riveted. The metal loop at
the top, through which ' the strap is
passed, is riveted into the bell. Cow
bells are made of ten sizes, whose
sounds range through an octave. Some
times musical entertainers who play
upon bells of one sort and another
come to the manufacturer, and by se
lection among bells of the various
sizes find eight bells that are accurate
in scale.
There are only four factories in the
United States in which cowbells are
made, and in each case the cowbell is
only an item of production among
many other things. Cowbells are sold
all over the country just the same as
ever, but much the greater number
are sold in the South, the Southwest
and the West, where farms are larger,
less likely to be under fence, and cattle
are more likely to stray. There are
sold in those parts of the country a
hundred dozen cowbells to every ten
dozen sold in the East. American
cowbells are exported to the various
countries of South America and to Aus
tralia. New York Sun. ,
"Drinking" Oysters.
One of the biggest oyster dealers at
Fulton market, New York, said that
three weeks ago in one week 1,000,000
oysters passed through his scow.
"The season this year," he said,
"has been very good, and the oysters
we are getting are superior to any we
have had for years. Most of the oys
ters handled in this market are what
we call 'sounds. ' These are grown in .
Princes bay from seed taken from the
East river , and Staten Island sound.
They take about three years to mature,
and are the best for general all around
use. Many of these are used in the
Western trade.
"We wholesalers distinguish the va
rieties of oysters by the shape and col
or of the shells. When oysters are
brought to market here first we put
them through an operation known as
'drinking.' They are taken, down to
Port Richmond, Staten Island, and
shovelled off the sloops into floats
at high water. They remain in these
floats for six hours, and during that
time absorb or 'drink' enough water
to give them the correct taste. The
water in the floats is much fresher
than that from which they, are taken
in the first place. The water of New
York bay is just salty enough to flavor
oysters just right. After the oysters
have gone through the floats it would
be difficult for the most expert cou
noisseur to distinguish variety by the
taste, and he could only tell the name
of the oyster by seeing the shell."
Kenaarkuble Cycling Accident.
A correspondent at Montreal writes:
At the annual meeting of the Mon
treal Bicycle club a remarkable acci
dent occurred in the first heat of the
two-mile tandem race, when, during a
spurt in the last lap at the far curve
on the south side of the grounds,
where the track curves up against
the fence surrounding the grounds,
the tandem ridden by L. S. Robertson
and J. Drury became unmanageable.
The machine actually jumped the
fence, which is over three feet high,
and the pedals of the one ridden by
Provencher and Eaves becoming en
tangled with it, their machine fol
lowed it. The four men and the two
machines disappeared over the fence
as if the earth had swallowed them
up. Beyond a few bruises to the men
and a brokeu chain on one of the ma
chines no damage was done.
Provencher and Eaves were able to
ride in the final heat, but Robertson
had to go home in a cab. It was a re
markable accident, and it is a wonder
that any of the riders escaped without
broken bones. London Lancet.
A Dream That Was Verified.
A young man, riding home to the
farmsteadiug from a harvest field near
Dunoon, the other evening, was, upon
the horse starting at the sudden re
port of firearms, dislodged from his.:
seat, dragged a considerable distance
along the roadway aud so severely in
jured that he expired shortly after ad
mission to Glasgow infirmary. The
remarkable feature of the case is that
in a letter found in the lad's pocket,
received the day before the accident,
his father told him of having dreamed
that he saw him either killed or
severely hurt by a horse and cau
tioned him to be very careful, at the
same time asking him to write at once
and let him know if anything had hap
pened to him. Westminster Gazette.
How It Worked.
"It work this way,"said the agent.
"When a burglar tries to open the
window this bell begins ringing and
wakes you up.
'Bell rings and wakes me up
said Topper. "And it will wake tbe
baby, too. I dou't want it. Take it
away. I guess you don't know that
kid of mine." The Yellow Book.
Bobby's Three-Inch Smile
Bister measured my grin one day;
Took the ruler and me,
Counted the Inches all the way
One and two and three.
"Oh you're a Cheshire cat," said she.
Father said, "That's no sin."
Then he nodded and smiled at me
Smiled at my three-inch grin.
Brother suggested I ought to begin
Trying to trim it down.
Mother said, "Better a three-inch grin
Than a little half-inch frown."
Boston Traveler.
Saved His Life by a Jest.
Amelia Wofford tells .of "The Court
Jesters of England" in St. Nicholas.
The author says of one of them:
Archee Armstrong was the beloved
jester of King James VI of Scotland,
afterwards James I of England, and
this is the traditional story of their
introduction:
"One day a shepherd with the car
cass of a sheep upon his shoulders
was tracked to his cottage on the
moorlands by the officers of justice.
In the cottage they found a vacant
faced lad, locking a cradle with more
attention than a boy is accustomed to
give that duty; this, however, did hot
arouse their suspicions. They searched
the cottage thoroughly, but failed to
discover the sheep. They were
about to depart, when one of
their number accidentally looked
into the cradle, and the stolen sheep
lay there! The lad, who was sup
posed to be the thief, was brought be
fore King James VI of Scotland. He
was tried, convicted, and sentenced to
die. He began to plead with the
king. He was a poor, ignorant fellow,
he said; he had heard of the Bible aud
would like to read it through before
he died. Would the king respite him
until he did 60. The king readily
gave his consent, whereupon the cul
prit immediately said: 'Then hang
me if I ever read a word o't, as lang
as my een are open.'
The witty reply captured the king.
He pardoned the jprisoner, and took
him into his service as jester. In this
capacity Archee was soon a prime
favorite.
Carberry's Christmas.
Last Christmas there was a great
surprise in the little town of Car
berry. For years and years ever
since the boys and girls could remem
ber there had been a public celebra
tion in the town hall, with a huge
Christmas tree lighted from top to
bottom with candles and bright with
all sorts of presents for the boys and
girls of the village. Usually old Cap
tain Conkliu in his big buffalo over
coat, which was buckled tight with a
string of sleigh bells, acted as Santa
Clans and kept everyone laughing and
expectant as he passed out the gifts,
reading off the names one by one in a
big, hearty voice.
But last year it was all different, so
different, indeed, that Carberry is
going to try the same kind of cele
bration again this winter. And it was
quite unique enough to furnish ideas
for any of our inventive boys and girls
who wish to get up something new
and striking for this year's Christmas
entertainment.
You see old Captain Conklin was
taken aick early in the winter and had
to go south, and a Christinas tree
without Santa Claus would have been
no celebration at all. So the principal
of the Carberry school and some of
the older pupils got together and dis
cussed the situation. ' As a result they
were appointed a committee on ar
rangements for the celebration, it
being understood that they were to
have the entire work of decorating the
hall and of arranging the presents.
From that time on a dense cloud of
secrecy hung over the school. The
teacher and his little band of helpers
which included about a dozen of the
older boys and girls held a meeting
early every night at which the details
of the great plan were discussed. By
day they all went around with wise
glances at one another and frequent
mysterious conversations, until the
younger folk of the town were all but
w ild with curiosity. It was also the
topic of conversation among the older
folk, for they were not allowed to
know anything about it either. Mys
terious bundles of all sizes aud shapes
were carried into the hall, the windows
of which had previously been closely
curtained, so that no prying eyes
could peep inside and discover the
secret. Two weeks before Christmas
six of the prettiest little girls in
school, all of about the same size,
were chosen for some mysterious pur
pose, and they were at once envelnrif lJ
11.. 1 i 1 t -
Christmas eve arrived bright and
crisp and cold. At 7 o'clock the doors
of the town hall were opened and a
crowd of boys and girls, who had been
waiting outside for an hour or inoife,
surged in and filled the front seats.
But as yet there was little to be aeea
for a big curtain covered the entire
front of the hall, shutting out all view
of the stftoro Ti
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COmniitfpn hriaflosl ahnut mirgfuTimiai S .
-.. u.Ju.v,iv.u.jr
ran in with covered bundles, and c
again, shadows flitted across the ft ,'
tain, and there were occasional'
smothered bursts of laughter.at which
all of the younger children would
stand on their tip- toes and fairly .
shriek with anticipation. But there
was one sound that was wholly unex
plainable and which set every one to
guessing aud wondering. It was a
slight squeaking noise which no one ,
had ever heard before in connection
with a Christmas celebration.
Before 8 o'clock every seat in tht '.
house was filled and a large numbet
of men and boys were standing around v
the stove and lined up close to the
wall. There was only a moment's
delay, and then from somewhere be
hind the curtain came the voices
of the six little girls singing a Christ
mas carol. Just as they reached the
last verse the curtain began to rise
slowly and their voices were drowned
out in a wild burst of applause. In
deed, the audience was on its feet with .
craning necks and eager eyes trying j
to take in every detail of the brilliant
display. . ..'
"A wheel, a wheel!" cried little
Susie Jenkins, her shrill voice sound
ing above the roar of applause. -.'.
And a wheel it was a Ferris wheel
which any one would have recognized
in an instant. It occupied the very
"centre of the bis staee. and it was
slowly turning round and round. The
cars were loaded . full of gifts with
dolls for conductors. There waa
candy and crockery, toys jack-knives,
skates, new red mittens, caps, books,
and almost everything else you could
think of. Every car was blazing with
light from several wax candles, and ,
the rim of the wheel, the supports and :
the spokes were festooned with strings
of popcorn and twined with ribbonn
and evergreen. Besides that the stage
was beautifully decorated.
But another surprise was in store.
Up from behind the wheel stepped
Jack Frost, Sauta Claus' son, dressed
in natty knee breeches and coat, and
wearing a powdered wig of the style
of the last century. Every one re
cognized him at once as Captain :
Conklin's nephew, who was one of '
the brightest boys in th Carberry
school. It was Home time before ha
could speak owing to the cheering,
and then he told the audience that
this new Ferris wheel was invented in
Santa Claus' workshop, and that Santa
Claus had placed he gifts in the ears. .
After that there were a number of
songs and recitations, during all of
which the wonderful wheel turned ,
round aid round, and he doll con
ductors leaned out cf the windows to
see that the machinery was in good
working order. Of course the exer
cises were very interesting, but I aia
sorry to say that they were frequently
interrupted by "ohs" and "ahs," -and
many other whispered exclamations
from the front rows.
At last Jack Frost arose and ordered
the wheel to stop. The six little girls
bounded forward and the distribution
of the presents began, and continued
until the great wheel was empty, and
every one in the hall was happy.
Do you wonder that the folks of
Carberry are going to have the same
kind of a celebration this year?
The Ferris wheel was easily made
by three of the boys of Carberry.
They took two old carriage wheels and
cut away parts of the spokes, and
fastened them together on a central axil
running through the hubs. The cars
were made of large pasteboard shoe
boxes obtained from one of the stores.
These boxes were about thirty inches
long by ten iuches.high by fourteen
inches wide. Doors and windows
were cut in them, aud they M ere sus
pended to the wheels so that thej
would turn easily on their pivots.
The wheels were then supported by
a light framework of wood and pro-
vided with a crank at the back side.
This, completed the framework. II
was fun for the committee to meet
night after night and decorate tha
wheel with colored paper pasted on
the boxes, and w ith evergreens and
popcoru strings. Candles were fitted
everywhere there was room for.hem,
and then the cars were filled up witl)
presants, care being taken to load
them so that they would swing easily
and without tippiug. During th
celebration a boy turned thecrauk
that kept the wheel going.
The whole wheel only cost a fevf
dollars, and any of our boys who ar
clever with a hammer and saw could
make one like it. For a Christmai
surprise it cannot be excelled, espe
cially if the people who are to attend
the celebration expect an old-fashioned
Christmas tree. It may be used either
for a home gathering or for a public
ion.
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