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THE MAKING
Con rape or Inclt of 1t.
Work, and the knack of J
Grit or the need of it,
Haste, and the speed of it;
Purpose or none of it,
Lift:, what is done of it,
IVork, or the fun of it,
. Maketh a man.
Luck and the trust of it.
Wealth, and the Inst of it,
late, and the stin;.r of it.
Youth, und the Ulnf of it,
Kase, and the lap of ti.
Chance, and the hap of it.
Vice, and the sup of it,
Ureaketh a num.
Iji iSearcK of Local Color,
'
4. t$y Hilda Richmond.
.'
i, 4
"What luck, Stoddard?" asked Guy
Templetoii, as his friend came into
the studio with a heavy frown on his
face'.
..VBad luck, confound it! I'd like to
eee the person who can suit these edi
tors. Here's one says my style Is too
stilted and unnatural," and he pulled
a bunch of thick letters from his
pocket. "They either send a printed
slip of rejection or else find fault.
I'll J)e hanged if I know which I like
the best of the two."
"I've told you times without number
to try simple stories, Stoddard," said
the artist. "You can see for yourself
the magazines are full of snch stuff.
Just write a natural "
"Yes," snorted Stoddard, fishing
out an extra large envelope. "I tci)k
your fool advice and this is what I
"sot. The editor considerately informs
me that 1 have not enough local feolor
in my work, but I'd like to know how
other people manage. I put in 'I
swan' and a whole lot of that truck
just like the farmers talk, and then
heulemands that it be more true to
lift' V
"1 tell you what to do, Stod. I've
got an old uncle in Illinois whohas
lived on a farm all his, life, and you
could lay on local color, out there with
a whitewash brush if -you wanted to.
1 can get you an invitation for as long
as you want, but I suppose you'll wind
up by falling in lovp with some tf my
pretty cousins if you go and forget
what you started out for.',
"Not much. fNo sweet simplicity
in the form of dairy maids and wild
roses for me. d rather board . with
your uncle than visit, for I don't care
to be polite to people with whom I
have nothing in common."
"Oh, that's all Phc. . Summer is
their busy seasonand" I imagine you
won't be bothered 'in the least. Shall
1 say two weeks?"
"What's your uncle's name?" asked
Stoddard, when the letter had been
despatched.
"Silas Perkins."
"Well, if that, isn't luck! All the
comic papers call the farmers Si or
Reuben. Is your aunt's name Aman
da, too?"
"Yes, but we always called her Aunt
Mandy. It isn't names you want,
man, but stories.."
Hugh Stoddard had never spent
more than a week or two outside New
York city, and his ideas of farm life
were drawn from stories he had read
or the pictures in so-called comic pa
pers. His own stories were a mixture
of misstatements gleaned from vari
ous sources, and the result may be
imagined. Instead of writing about
the people with whom he daily came
in contact he longed for other fields,
just as people rush to Europe year
after year when the beauties of their
own country are all unexplored before
them.
"I suppose they hired a livery rig to
take me out," said Stoddard to himself
as Mary Perkins drove home from the
station with the city guest by her
side. "I wish they would not take any
pains to put on airs for me. I want
to see exactly how they live-ind do."
"Cousin Guy said you wanted to get
some local color for a story you in
tend to write," said Maty. Perkins as
they drove past the farms and well
kept lawns.
"Yes, I am especially anxious to see
the farm hands at the table and every
where else," he answered, taking out
his note-book. "That man at work
over there in the field doesn't bear
much resemblance to the 'Man with
the Hoe.' I suppose you are not fa
miliar wifli the poem. A man named
Edward Markham wrote it."
"You can see the men at dinner with
out any trouble, for father has three
working for him now."
Mr. and Mrs. Perkins gave their
guest a hearty welcome and bade him
do exactly as he pleased. He found
the room he was to occupy during
his stay comfortably and neatly fur
nished, and he looked in vain fot' the
red, yellow and green, patchwork
qnilts, the bare floors and other dis
comforts his readings had led him to
expect. Miss Mary donned a big
apron and helped the hired girl with
the dinner, and presently all were
seated about the well-spread table.
"Do the men eat with you?" he had
asked, noticing the number of plates
before dinner was served.
"Certainly. Why net?" asked Miss
Perkins, cutting the bread.
OF MEN.
Dress, and the enre of It,
Cheer, or u share of it,
Speech, or abuse of it,
Tact, and the use of it.
Worth, and the. wear of it,
Marketh a man.
Do, nor the bras of it,
I'P with the Has of it;
idfe, not the fear of it,
TVste the good cheer of it.
'rime or the waste of it.
Will, try the taste of it:
Work, that is uraoed of it,
Maketh a man.
J. V. Foley.
"I I thought they had their dinners
in the field," he faltered.
"This is Mr. Stoddard from New
York, boys," said Mr. Perkins to the
hired men. "He's come out here to
write stories about us, so we'll have
to be pretty careful." -."Confound
it all!" said the guest:
to himself. "They'll all try to have on
their best behaviour now for my bene
fit when I wanted to see them in their
native simplicity." He watched close
ly, but saw nothing out of the ordinary
in the way the stewed chicken, mash
ed potatoes and other food vanished
before the hearty appetites. He was
greatly disappointed not to see the
men shovel down the food with knives
and drink coffee out of their saucers,
but concluded that they would come
later when the novelty of having a
city man at the table wore off. .
"I'd like to help 'in the field," he
said eagerly, when dinner was over.
"I want to get right into the heart of
thing3. Could I rake hay this after
noon?" "The machine rakes and loads all
at once," explained Mary Perkins. "I
am afraid you could not do anything,
since you have had no experience."
"But anybody can do farm work. I
have always read that the very lowest
class of laborers are employed in the
country. If a dull, plodding workman
can manage a machine, I can, too."
"Want a job?" said Mr. Perkins, in
surprise, as the young man sought the
hay field. "How would carrying water
to the men suit you?"
"I want a real job something that
will give me an idea of the toil farm
ers have to endure."
"Here's what you want," said one
of the hired men, handing him a shin
ing scythe, while he wiped away the
great beads of perspiration. "I have
been cutting around a few stumps, but
they want me to drive the mower
again. This is all there is to it," and
he took the implement and skilfully
laid long lines of heavy clover prone
upon the ground.
"That seems almost too simple,"
observed Mr." Stoddard; "but if there
is nothing else just npwit will do."
For three hours he struggled man
fully to master the smooth, easy stroke
his tutor had given so easily'.'but was
at last forced to give up. His collar
was wilted, his coat laid aside, and
altogether the city gentleman was the
most dejected looking mortal imagin
able when the supper bell rang that
evening. And such an'appetite! He
wanted to shovel in the delicious food
and failed to have time to notice how
the others ate. Every joint and mus
cle ached, and almost before the sun
was down he sought his bed, to be
seen no more until late the next morn
ing. During the two weeks of his stay
he never wasted a ( minute, but was
alert day and night getting material.
After his experience with the scythe
he was content to look on, and his
notebook was filled with references
to the heavy work farmers have to
perform. He interviewed the neigh
bors, picked up local gossip, watched
the women in the kitchen and tried
in every way to make his stay on the
big farm profitable.
"Are you getting your local color,
Mr. Stoddard?" asked Mary Perkins
one day as the guest paused for a brief
chat on his way to the field.
"Splendidly. I'll have you all pic
tured true to life before you know it."
"Oh, you're going to write about
us?" asked Miss Perkins, innocently.
"That's what you mean by local col
or?" "I'm sure I couldn't find a more
charming subject," he said with a
bow to the pretty girl in the gingham
dress and big apron. Mary turned
so quickly that he could not tell wheth
er she frowned or smiled, and just at
that moment her mother called her
to the house.
"The old lady saved my life," said
Hugh Stoddard to himself as he strode
away." It's a wonder I haven't made a
fool of myself over that pretty face.
Fancy taking a country daughter to
my fastidious lady mother! I think
I'd better stick closer to the fields
than ever.'V.' Then he dropped down
on a stoic ".under the willows by the
brook to write in his note book: "The
daughter of the family hasn't an idea
beyond chickens and cooking. She
would wake a capital Maud Muller."
He pocketed the note book and hur
rle'I on to see old Mr. Reed hive Dees,
and a3 he went he made mental note3
of things he had neghacted. "I haven't
penetrated the gloomy depths of the
parlor yet," he mused, "and I must
see the red plush furniture. I wonder
If yMary has a beau that's the right'
word, it seems and where the other
young folks of the family are. Guy
said , there are three girls and a boy,
but I have never seen anyone but Mary,
lmust think to ask a few questions.
Oh, yes, and the country church. I
must go next Sunday to see what that
is like."
But when his stay at the hospitable
house came to an end there were
many things lacking that he had in
tended to get. He had never seen
the paYlor, had not gone to church nor
to the grange as he expected when
the picnic was held, nor had he had
time. to get acquainted with the Per
kins; family. If an Imperative tele
gram from his worried mother had
not called hirn home he would have re
mained indefinitely, collecting infor
mation. He did feel a little compunc
tion over the fact that he. paid so little
attention to his entertainers, but he
reflected that they would not have
been interested in his conversation
anyway. "I might have told them some
thing of the wonders of New York,"
he reflected, "but they would not have
understood if I had."
When he reached the city he wrote
a long article in usual style drawing
on the note book for local names and
scenes, but allowing his old ideas to
crop out in the stories of country
women who go insane, the barrenness
of the life, the musty parlors with
their impossible furniture and all the
other things with which his mind were
stored from reading rather than ob
servation. He thought he had com
plied with every demand and was
gratified when the article was prompt
ly accepted.
"I would like to send your uncle a
copy of this magazine, Templeton;
but he might be offended at some of
the things I said. I didn't use his
name,, of course, but still he might
think it a trifle personal. This was
published a month or two ago several
months in fact and I have been de
bating the question ever sinoe," said
Stoddard. "What would you advise?"
"I'd advise you to look over this
first," said the painter, handing him
a popular magazine with most of the
leaves uncut. "How does this strike
you?" .
"That's me," said the author, inel
egantly, as he took in a clever little
sketch of himself struggling with the
scythe. "How in creation! And here
I am with the infernal bumble bees
about my head! I'll sue that man as
sure as the world. What do you think
of this: 'A Tenderfoot in Search of
Local Color'? Who wrote this stuff?
There's your uncle's house, too!
Mary Perkins! Well, I calj that nice!
Make fun of a guest like that."
"Hold on a minute," said his friend,
rolling with laughter. "You made fun
of them first. Here is a letter from
Cousin Mary in which she says she
never would have done such a thing
if you had not begun the fight. She
read your: article and immediately
wrote this. It seems she does clever
work with her pencil as well as her
pen, and the whole family read current
literature. Those men you met at
the table were college students work
ing during vacation and the young peo
ple of the family were away at school.
Mary's engagement has just been an
nounced to a prominent New York
man, so it is quite likely you will meet
her again next winter."
'Not on your life," said the unhappy
Stoddard. "I've furnished her all the
local color I intend to now and for
ever." Michigan Farmer.
TWISTING A $5 BILL IN TWO.
Milwaukee Bank Cashier Says It
Cannot Be Done By The Fingers.
"The paper that is used by the gov
ernment in its currency is manufac
tured by a secret process and has char
acteristics with which the average
man is not, familiar," said Arnold Scho
rer of Minneapolis.
"Recently was in a small town
and witnessed an incident that demon
strates this. A well to do farmer liv
ing in the vicinity came into the bank
to transact some business. In the
course of the conversation the cashier
began twisting a $3 bill. The farmer
watched him with interest and finally
asked the man back of the counter
if he wasn't afraid of tearing the bill.
"Here is an easy way for you to earn
money," said the cashier. "Here is a
1,000 bill and I will give it to you if
you will t wist the bill in two. You are
simply vo twist it, and not tear it."
"The farmer seemed dumb founded
at first. He was overawed at the
thought of mutilating a $1000 bill. Up
on further assurance by the officer of
the bank he timidly took the money,
and started twisting it in the middle
He tugged away for some time, without
being able to twist the bill in two
Finally he gave it up and was certain
ly a surprised farmer. It is impossible
to twist a bill in two, so firm and elas
tic is the paper used." Milwaukee
Sentinel.
In Japan fish have to be Hold alive,
and they are hawked through tha
streets in tanks.
THE WOMAN PHYSICIAN
HER PROGRESS HAS BEEN AIDED
BY DISPENSARY CLINICS.
Two English Women Were Pioneers in
the Profession in 1847 Dr. Mary
Putnam Jacobi's Share in the Work
-Unselfish in' Securing the Ad
vancement of Her Younger Associ
ates. The word "pioneer" has been a
much-used one in our American vocab
ulary for a hundred years, so much
so that it is difficult to realize that
the old meaning attached to it has
largely ceased, says the New York
Evening Post. It has served long to
describe the person engaged in actual
physical strife for the conquering of
a. new country. Nowadays it is ciore
commonly used to describe the inaug
urate of social changes.
In spite of the time-worn' discussion
of the "advanced woman,", most of
the pioneers who have created a new
place for women in the social system
are of the present generation. The
recent death of Dr. Mary Putnam
Jacobi emphasizes this fact, in a pro
fession which of all others, in- point
of age and importance, has come to
accept and recognize women as an
honorable integral part of it. It is in
teresting to note, in view of the ad
vanced position which American wo
ment occupy in the medical profes
sion that probably the most deter
mined and far-reaching effort to es
tablish that place was made by two
English women. Elizabeth and Emily
Blackwell; the former after repeated
efforts to enter several medical col
leges, succeeded in being admitted at
Geneva, N. Y., in 1847. Twenty years
later in conjunction with her sister,
Dr. Emily Blackwell, she established
the Woman's Medical College of the
New York Infirmary. The elder sis
ter, Dr. Elizabeth Blackwell, returned
to England, and in 1S69 founded the
London School of Medicine for Wo
ment, which was a pioneer establish
ment. Dr. Jacobi was graduated in 1860 at
the Philadelphia Woman's Medical
College, but she also did her share of
foreign pioneer work, since she se
cured the privileges of the Ecole de
Medicine at Paris for women.
Of the thousands of women who
have graduated in medicine in the
past 40 years it is curious to note that
in "Who's Who" about 20 women
physicians are mentioned, these al
most without exception the pioneers
of the profession. Women writers,
artists, educators and librarians are
liberally catalogued, but women doc
tors are disproportionately few. The
practice of women physicians until
the last decade was quite generally
confined to treating women and chil
dren, but the admission of women into
the medical department of many of the
great universities of the country has
brought about a great change.
The clinical work of the dispensaries
of the great hospitals has helped wo
men also toward the goal of a general
practice. The clinics of the hospitals
in the large cities are the objective
point of all progressive practitioners,
and of recent years it has been in
creasingly possible for women to have
that opportunity in common with men.
Cornell University is particularly
strong in its advantage of hospital
experience, for it has a number of
the great New York institutions avail
able for the use of its students. The
women graduates of Cornell Medical
School, however, do not equal those of
many other institutions. Men have
no need to fear the rivalry of women
as physicians, however, for recent
statistics show that there are about
1000 women students per year in med
ical schools, against 25,000 men. Illi
nois leads all the other states, as
shown by these figures, with 203 wo
men medical students, Pennsylvania
second, with 176 and California third.
with 80; Iowa, and Missouri 53 and
54, respectively, while New York has
but 36 to her credit. At the same time
the number of men students in medi
cine in New York is second in the
United States, numbering 2133, to Illi
nois' 2911. The comparative figures
of Southern states are an Index to
the status of women there in the pro
fessions. Tennessee has over 2000
men in the medical schools, with 17
women; Missouri over 2000 men,
against 54 women.
Women have very seldom been
members of the faculties of coeduca
tion at medical schools. Dr. Jacobi
was one of the few women who occu
pied that position. She was untiring
ly unselfish also in using her great in
fluence for the benefit of the younger
generation of women physicians. Sev
eral years ago she gave an interest
ing instance of the versatility of wo
men in her profession. She had been
assisting in one of the clinics of a
large and conservative New York
hospital which had not had women
assistants in that capacity. Dr. Ja
cobi was leaving for her vacation
in the summer, and set to work to se
cure a substitute, and thus described
her experience:
' There were two yomijj women phy
sicians of my acquaintance that inter
ested me by the ability and determi
nation they had shown. I asked one
of them, an Ann Arbor, Johns Hop-
kins graduate, who was practising in
the city, to take my place. After a
short 'time she was appointed interne
at a city hospital. This is a very un
usual occurrence; in fact, outside of
the women's hospitals I do not sup
pose a half dozen women in the coun
try have ever occupied such a posi
tion. If was sufficiently an innova
tion in New York not to be specially
telished by the men physicians.
"The second substitute for my work
was also practising in New York and
had interested me very much owing
to her unusual career. Still in the
twenties, this girl, a daughter of a.
Unitarian minister, had been a suc
cessful concert singer in America and
in London for a number of years, but
having met a young physician and be
coming engaged to him, she concluded
to study medicine. She graduated
with high honors from the Cornell
Medical School and took up active
practice on the East Side of New York
as her first field of labor. . This sort
of practice afforded a general, all
around experience with men, women,
and children, which is so much sought
for by the woman physician,- but the
financial returns were not very satis
factory to build a future npon.
"About this time there was sched
uled an examination for the position
of tenement house inspector under
the new Tenement House Commis
sion. Women were eligible, but it
was specially desired to have some
women physicians on the staff; the
East Side practitioner was urged to
take the examination, and about lu
days before the date set she com
menced to prepare for it by study
ing the building laws and technical
structural details. Nearly a hundreu
other women took the examination,
most of them fresh from college and
with weeks of preparation given to the
requirements of the examination. This
doctor, who had been highly specializ
ing in medicine through her college
course and busy with a general prac
tice, passed near the head of the list,
which was a highly creditable per
formance, but after having been ap
pointed from the eligible list she
could not endure the thought of sacri
ficing her profession, so concluded to
resign. About this time she resolved
to leave New York city and see It
a satisfactory practice could not be
secured in a smaller place. Deciding
upon a suburb near New York city,
where there was hardly a house two
years old in a village of 2000 people,
she settled down as the only doctor
in the place, and the . record of her
success within two years should in
spire other plucky women to go and
do likewise.
"She has had her ideal of a general
all around practice realized, for it
comprises the men of the place who
may be ill as well as the women and
children. The real estate company
developing the region employs hun
dreds of workmen Italians, Poles, and
other foreigners and she is kept con
stantly busy caring for the men in all
of their illnesses and accidents, of
which there are many. She is, in fact,
the modern successor to the old-fashioned
country doctor of fiction, and
there are many like her in all parts
of the country. People outside of the
great cities have time to read, and
medical science, as well as every oth
er science, has been well written of in
a popular form and the general pub
lic has a much better Idea of what
constitutes a good physician than in
times past, and in an emergency that
demands an up-to-date and good doc
tor they are not going to be deterred
by the sex question."
Honest Toil.
The late Patrick A. Collins, who
was mayor of Boston, once told a
committee of women about a mission
ary campaign that developed an amus
ing situation.
In this movement every participant
was to contribute a dollar that she
had herself earned by hard work. The
night of the collection of the dollars
came, and various and droll were the
stories of earning the money. One
woman had shampooed hair, another
had baked doughnuts, another had
secured newspaper subscriptions, and
so on. The chairman turned to a
handsome woman in the front row.
'.'Now, madam, it is your turn," he
said. "How did you earn your dol
lar?" " I got it from my husband,' she
answered.
"Oho!" said he. "From your hus
band? There was no hard work about
that."
The woman smiled faintly.
"'You don't know my husband,'
she said."
Real Luxury.
Two gentlemen dining in a New
York restaurant were surprised to
find on the bill of fare the item,
"green bluefish."
"Waiter," one asked, "what sort of
bluefish are green bluefish?"
"Fresh right from the water," said
the waiter, offhand.
"Nonsense!" said the man. "You
know well enough they do not take
bluefish at this season."
The waiter came up and looked at
the disputed item.
"Oh, that, sir," he said, with an air
of enlightenment, "that's hothouse
bluefish, sir!" Youth's Companion.
UNSATISFACTORY SCEPTICISM.
A sceptic air, all rampant, now tpervadee
the atmosphere .
And shifty eyes watch every proceed
ing; Old-time belief is vanished, relegated to
the sere.
We dubitate o'er everything that's need
i'iK. The effervescent soda fount, by marble
walls enclosed,
Doth once more energetically fizz it;
t,ach bubble, they assure us, is of purest
air composed,
But is it? ) '
We tempt the preen asparagus tlut hails
from Oyster Bav.
Gastronomic-ally tickled by its savor.
And puzzle if the spare strewn chives
that on its bosom lay
T,Are merely to conceal arsenious flavor.
.Jien scarlet-berried beverage for you Is
duly mixed,
With watchful eyes the man behind the
bar mind.
And as he stirs discover if their hue's by
nature fixed,
Or carmined.
And so throughout the country, thanks
to magnates of the land,
Exists an epidemic now of doubting.
e know not what is on a true and up
right manner planned.
Or what with harsh contempt we should
be llouting.
We rampage in our converse and the fa
bricators curse.
And write unto the Journals many a
letter;
Tet isn't it annoying, though our health
should sure be worse.
We're better?
The Growler, in Town Topics.
W SIDE- of LIFH
The lap of luxury the kitten with,
cream.
Do the corn's ears listen when the
beans-talk.
At a wedding do not say, "May the
best man win."
The successful author's train of
thought is a pay train. - : '
He I asked her to tell me her age,
and she said "twenty-three." She Well
did you?--Brooklyn Life.
"Do you leave your valuables in ths
hotel safe when you. go to a summer
resort?" "Only when 1 leave." Judge.
Saphedde A penny for your
thoughts, Miss Pert Miss Pert They
are not worth it. I was merely think
ing of you. Philadelphia Record.
"I hear your boss expects to raise
your salary this month." "So he says;
but he hasn't succeeded in raising all
of last month's yet." Philadelphia
Press. x
Mrs. Bacon Is a hundred pounds of
ice much, William? Mr. Bacon Well,
it all depends on whether you're get
ting It or paying for it. Yonkera
Statesman.
Clara That man Grace married Is
old enough to be her father. Myrtle
Oh, I think his age has been exagger
ated; very few people live to be that
old! Puck. ' '.
Husband What has become of those
inaestructible toys you got last week?
Wife They are out on the scrap heap,
along with the indestructible kitchen
utensils. Life.
The New Waitress Shall I say
"Dinner is served, or Dinner is ready,"
ma'am?" Mistress If that cook doesn't
do any better, just say "Dinner is
spoiled." Harper's Bazar. "
"Dearest, with you by my sl& I
would willingly give up all I possess
wealth, position, 'parents avery
thing." "I know, George, but in) that
case what would there be left for me?"
Milwaukee Sentinel.
Little 'Arry (who has had a "bad
day, to driver of public coach) Ever
lose any money backin' 'orses, coachie?
Driver "Not 'alf ! Lost twenty quid
once backed a pair of 'orses and a
hon nibus into a shop window in Re
gent street! Punch.
"No, ma'am," said Ragson Tatters,
"I ain't dirty from choice. I'm just
bot nd by honor. I wrote a testimonial
for a soap maker onct an promised to
use no udder." "Well," replied Mrs.
Afcum, "why not use that?" " 'Cause
dat firm failed just after the civil wax."
Philadelphia Pre3s.
Lord Dedbroke There is one great
trouble in your country in my opin
ion. Blood don't count, you know."
Chicago Heiress Now, don't you make
any mistake. Why, we just use that,
and horns, hoofs, bristles and well.
you can bet nothing's wasted in Pop
pa's business! Punch.
He I see Julia did not have the vale
dictory to deliver, as she expected.
Was she much ruffled at the com
mencement? She Yes, indeed. Her
entire skirt was covered with the love
liest little bias tucked ruffles, all trim
med with insertion . He (faintly)
I meant her feelings. Baltimore Am
erican. Magistrate You are accused of at
tempting to hold a pedestrian up at
2 o'clock this morning. What have
yon to say in your own behalf Prison
erI am not guilty, your honor, I can
prove a lullaby. Magistrate Yon
mean an alibi? Prisoner Well, call
it what you like, hut by wife will swear
that I was walking the floor with. th$
baby at the hour mentioned in the'
chargs.j Chicago Daily News,