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Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1895-09-05
RUNNING-FOR BOYS.
Every Boy Can Become a Runner II III
Tries.

Every Boy Can Become a Runner II He
Tries
Every American boy should learn to
run. In Greece, in the days when men
and women took better care of their
boy, and girl too, was taught to run,
just as the American girl is taught to
read And as far as we can judge by
the statues they have left behind
them, there were very few hollow
chested, spindle-legged boys among
the Greeks. The Persian boy was
taught to speak the truth, run, ride
and shoot the bows. Sac ..s .-t.
The English boy is encouraged to
run. In fact, at some of the great
English public schools, boys of thir-
teen and fourteen years of age, like
Tom Brown and East at Rugby, can
cover six and eight miles cross-coun.
try in the great hare-and-hound runs.
Every boy is turned out twice a week,
out of doors, and made to run, and fill
himself full of pure fresh air and sun
shine, and gain more strength and life
than any amount of weight. pulling or
dumb bell work in stuffy gymnasiums
would give him. See the result-the
English boys, as whole, are a
stronger set than we American boys
EUery English school-boy is to some ex-
tent an athlete. And that IS what
American boys should be. Not be-
cause football, baseball and tennis are
valuable in themselves, but for the
good they do in strengthening boys
| bodies. ..
BY playing ball every day for hours
in the open air; by exercising his arms,
back and leg muscles in throwing, bat
ting, running and sliding; by going to
bed early and giving up all bad habits
in preparation for the games, a boy
stores up strength, which he can draw
on all his life long-that is why every
boy should be an athlete. But not
every boy can play football or base.
ball. He may not be heavy or strong
enough; he may never be able to &C.
quire the knack of catching or batting
the ball. Erery boy can become a run
ner.-S. Scoville, Jr., in ST. Nicholas.
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here when got my courage to the
point where l could say all that is in
my heart. Many time down there"
pointing to the ranch lying below, II
have looked up here and thought of the
time would bring you to tell you how
l love you"
For one instant Violet felt queer
little thrill. The simple dignity of his
declaration almost moved the worldly,
cold blooded girl. Then she thought
of her local coloring. what situa-
ton for my novel," she said to her
self; then aloud, gently: $50 you real
ly love me, JACKIE"
Love you?' he echoed, passionately,
as he rose and sat down beside her.
Violet, look" taking her hand, my
heart lies here in this dear little hand"
Then throwing all reserve to the
winds, he seized her and kissed her,
madly, tempestuously.
She struggled to free herself and at
| length succeeded. "How dare your"
she demanded; chow dare"
How dare ~" he cried. "Why,
dearest, love you'll love you, do you
| hear? And you, you love me a little,
do you not?" He was approaching her
again, when she said, contemptuously:
mo; not a bit. 1 have simply been
studying you"
| He stood as if turned to stone.
Studying me-" he said, in a queer
voice, "studying-why-w he saw
agely demanded, as he caught her
wrist and held it in an iron grip
you were so different" she fall
tered, a bit frightened at his sudden
ferocity. Il wanted a new type for
my book, you know. 1 suppose Tom
told you l write books"
An absolutely murderous look swept
over Weatherby's face. NO." he
said, mo one told me that. So you
write books? And you wanted to put
me in twas that it2 Answer me-
answer me-"
YES" she murmured, family.
"And that was all? You never loved
me-never meant to marry me?"
"Why, no, how could /? i am to be
married in the fall to man in New
York"
A snarl like that of an infuriateG
beast interrupted her. Livid with rage
he sprang toward her. Once again he
crushed her, shrinking and trembling
to his breast, then dragged her to tn,
very edge of the canyon, gaping like
the bottomless pit to receive them
And as her agonized screams pierced
the soft summer night, Weatherby
still holding her against his outraged
: heart, stepped off.
a They found them next day in tn,
y bottom of the canyon. Violet's Lowell.
e face was past recognition, but oil
4 Weatherby's fingered smile Of sucl
s awful triumph as would have please'
I the arch fiend himself Truth
Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1895-09-05
Tire Pnnctured by n Snake.

The other day a bicycle rider was
coasting down hill at Pulaski, in the
western part of Pennsylvania. He saw
big snake lying directly in his path.
The motions of the snake confused the
bicyolist, and he was compelled to run
over it. AS the front wheel struck the
serpent his fangs shot out, and the BIZ
cyclist had not gone far, so he says,
when the front tire collapsed. An ex-
animation disclosed the fact that the
snakes fangs had punctured the tire.
A Middlesex physician examined the
snake, which the young man considered
a trophy, and lent confederation to the
story by discovering minute particles
If yulcanized rubber in the teeth.
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he's stopped yowling long enough to
catch a mouse"
"Oh! Imost saw him." said Ethelwyn.
'He ran and jumped at something,
I didn't stay to see what, cause / ran,
too" ... s
''No, he isn't good for much, dare
say" said grandma, "but Ethelwyn
loves him, SO suppose we'll have to
stand him" ...,..-......
Ethelwyn felt very happy when she
heard this, for she had been afraid
Pete's bad habit would get him into
trouble.
''I'll take him upstairs with us to-
night" said grandma, ''for I'm sure l
heard mouse gnawing in the closet
last night, and we'll see if Pete can do
anything besides cry" s.
sob! I'm sure he'll catch it," said
Ethelwyn, and she talked to him about
it that afternoon, and was quite sure
he understood by the way he looked.
Pete seemed to like grandma's room,
with it's bright open fire and brass
fender, and he purred contentedly
when Ethelwyn laid him gently down
on the fluffy rug in front of the fire.
place; then she jumped into her own lit
tie bed beside grandma's big one, and
they both went off sound asleep.
In the middle of the night, though,
Pete opened his eyes; there was a
faint scratching in the closet that inter
ested him so that he never thought of
mewing, but stole quietly up, and when
a little gray mouse peeped out, Pete's
black paw shot out suddenly and
knocked it senseless. He had a great
frolic then, knocking it around like a
gray ball, but by and by something
popped in the CRATE, and out came a
live coal over the fender and onto the
fluffy rug, and then it smoked and
smoked. Pete knew something was
wrong, so opened his mouth and mewed
his loudest; grandma did not seem to
notice him at all, but Ethelwyn sat
straight up in bed and said: sob, Pete,
dear, please don't cry, you'll 'sturb
grandma, and-oh, grandma, wake up
quick, the rugs burning!"
Grandma jumped up in a hurry, then,
and drenched the rug from the toilet
pitcher until the smoking stopped.
81 do DECLARE" she said afterward,
81 heard the cat crying, but 1 didn't
think it was anything uncommon, SO
didn't try to wake up. It's a mercy
you did, Ethelwyn."
sob, grandma" said Ethelwyn, hug
ging Pete hard, isn't Ire the dearest
smartest-and, grandma, you can't say
he amt good for an earthly thing now
oh, oh, OIL" she cried, as her bare
| feet struck Pete's mouse. Hes good
for two earthly things, grandma, dar
ling, because he's caught your mouse
"That's fact" said grandma, laugh
ing. "I'm much obliged to Pete al
around, and he shall have cream to
morrow for his breakfast, for if he
hadn't walked you we might have been
burned up"--N. Y. Recorder.
Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1895-09-05
THIEvlNG BLUE JAYS.
A Family of Three Bring Sorrow to the
Heart OF q Soapmaker.

a FANNY OF IuTco oTinS COTIOW W eAA~
Heart of a Soapmaker.
Samuels, the Massachusetts ornithol-
ogist, in one of his books tells story
of blue jay and bit of soap. 1t was
the last piece of soap that collecting
party in the Adirondack wilds pos
sessed, and when the theft was COM
mitted by the bird the action was noted
carefully for more than scientific rea-
| sons. Bird students know that the jay
will take almost anything in sight and
eat nine-tenths of what he takes, but
| they thought he drew the line at soap.
1t has been left to family of High
land Park Qll.) jays to bear out Sam
uels' story and to break the soap-eating
record.
On the west side of the track in that
Chicago suburb lives German who
thought that he would try the expert
| ment of making soap for sale. He coll
| lected the proper ingredients, put them
| together, stirred them to the constitu-
ency of paste, and then just at evening
he patted cake and put it on board
in his yard to see if it would harden
over night. He slept little late and
when he finally went to look at his soap
cake, behold! it had all vanished save
thin edge. That was beautifully
| hard, though, and not stopping to con-
| lecture what had become of the rest OF
| the cake he stirred up the rest of his
mixture and patted cakes until he had
| twenty-four, each weighing one-quar-
ter of pound. The sun had passed
behind the heavy oaks in the yard, so
| the German went to the edge of the
road, placed his board SO that its ends
rested on two barrels, and put thereon
his soap cakes that they might harden.
A cement sidewalk was in process OF
construction across the road and a
| ''boat" full of Portland cement mixed
| to mush with water and torpedo"
sand, was adjacent and parallel to the
board and it's load of cakes. The side
walk contractor was across the road
and the soapmaker went over to talk
with him. His back was turned on his
sticky product, taking advantage OF
which fact, for this bird is sharp-a
family of seven blue jays, five full
fedged young and the two parents,
descended on the board and attacked
the soap. The contractor saw them and
watched in amazement. They devoured
the mixture of I've and grease as dom
key devours thistles. Then the side
walk man gasped out: 'Hans, they are
eating your soap"
The German turned, saw the last bit
of one cake disappear, and then grabbed
big, round, smooth stone, such as the
lake casts up, and threw it, as man
puts" shot, straight at the robbers.
The birds rose, calling ''thief, thief"
vociferously, for the bluejay is given to
calling himself names. The stone
landed on the edge of the board and
turned the entire soap product into the
sticky mass of Portland cement. Soap
and cement were ruined.
The jays did not stop to decide which
was the madden of the men, but made
their way toward the Ravine drive,
loudly calling "Thief!" as they went.
| Chicago Tribune
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sessing brains. She was one OF those
girls with alluring faces-the sort OF
beaute- du-diable of which Ouida is al
ways writing, eyes of most unholy
blue and lips which could smile mans
soul away. A fascinating mink with
the most graceful and winning man
ners; a being of moods, tender, repel-
liant, kindly and icy by turns, she had
created havoc and strewn devastation
wherever her dainty feet had trod.
Suddenly she wearied of the endless
round of gayety and fashion to which
from her teens she had been accus-
toned and amazed her coterie by de-
claring her intention of writing real
istic novels. OF course everyone said
1t was merely a fad and would soon
blow over. But it didn't, that was the
astounding part of it.
Her first novel attracted more than
passing notice. She was commended
for her original and audacious style,
her clever plot and a certain dainty
feminine touch. She was written
about, interviewed, her beauty and
talent were praised by the paragraph
ers and all the details of her luxurious
life were brandished about the coun-
try. From being merely typical So
ciety girl, a young woman of elegance
and fashion, she suddenly became a
somebody to be pointed out and stared
at and raved about.
This spasmodic adulation pleased
Violet. She had always Toasted upon
fattery but now she reveled in it. She
threw herself into life of feverish
emotion, became cynical, disdainful,
and thought of nothing but her miser-
able ambition.
Local coloring came to be an abSo-
lutte mania with her. She was al
ways prating of atmosphere" and
realism" One can stand lot of in
fernal nonsense from a pretty woman,
but really poor Violet often grew ac-
tually tiresome with her endless rhap-
sodies about the divinity of realism"
1t was just after publishing her sec
ond novel, a combination of ingenuity
and wickedness, smartish, brackish
story you wouldn't have liked your
sister to write, that the girl decided to
go to the far west in search OF local
color" for the next attempt
YES" she drawled, with the fine
lady air of disdain she had assumed
since her success, yes, / am going in
search Of local color and hero.
may take a cowboy for the latter
who knows? They tell me those fell
lows are delightfully."- original and as
breezy as the winds from the Rockies. u
She made up her mind she had not
been misinformed when, a month
later, she met Jack Weatherby.
Weatherby was child of the plains.
He had never been east of the Missis.
sippi and had an infinite contempt for
the land of the rising sun. He had
hunted for living; he had been a
cowboy and raised as much of rum
pus in mining camps as the next fell
low. Now he owned his own ranch
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PETE, THE TRAMP CAT.
How He Won the Good Opinion of Grand
ma and Hannah.

How He Won the Good Opinion Of Grand
ma and Hannah.
Pete was very black tramp cat, and
nobody but Ethelwyn loved him, be-
cause he mewed continually, and in
such n mournful, half-starved fashion,
that he did no credit whatever to his
good care after he came to grandma's
house.
81 don't like animals around that look
and act as if they were half-starved, !"
said grandma, who was not given to
starving anyone or anything, as Pete
well knew. But he kept on yowling so
dolefully that Ethelwyn, who was Wis
iting grandma, when she saw the old
lady begin to fdget and look under the
table, would jump down and take Pete
out to the summer kitchen and shut
him in. Although she kept his saucer
full Of milk there to comfort him, they
would still hear him family crying.
"He amt mite of good" said Han
nah, the kitchen girl. II don't believe
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and letting out a yell which could have
been heard In Denver. And there by
the side of pretty Mrs. Anterior, sat a
stranger, a vision, an angel The as
tonished ranchman blushed and STAN
mered like school boy as he bowed
awkwardly and apologized for his
Apache-like descent. Who was this
divinity in palest pink. this radiant
creature with hair like gold and eyes
of heavens own blue? "My friend,
Miss Lingard, from New York" Mrs.
Atherton had said. Pshaw! She was
a celestial being straight from Para
disc.
l have always pitied Weatherby.
Never for one moment could | blame
him. He was a primitive man with
savage instincts lurking in his breast.
Brave, loyal, straightforward himself,
how could he dream of the treacherous
cruel blows one little soft white hand
was capable of dealing?
Violet found this sturdy, brawny
ranchero delightful study, and de-
cided he should be the hero of her next
novel. His quaint wit and poetic fam
cies born of the mesas and the noun
tains, his forcible and often INGRAM
NAUTICAL speech were faithfully noted;
his emotions were played upon, his
heart was probed And he never
dreamed he was being experimental
on. He loved this exquisite creature,
this dainty, soft, purring beauty, as he
loved his life. He coveted her and
longed to shut her close to his big,
faithful, honest heart.
At last came the night when Violet
carried her passion for atmosphere"
and local coloring" to its climax.
They had gone for their customary even
ing stroll, and had climbed up lofty
butte to broad ledge of rocks. At
their feet yawned the canyon, ire
mendous, awful, black, save where the
moonlight touched the opposite wall
with ghostly fingers. Back of them
doomed the range like the battlements
of phantom city. Through the pines
in the canyon the wind came signing
in mournful cadence. While far, far
below sounded the faint rushing OF
water-the river tumbling and foam.
ing along over it's rocky bed.
What a weird place." cried Violet
with pretty little shudder, land
what ghost-like night Why did we
never come up here before, Jack?
What scene!"
Weatherby was lying at her feet
where he had thrown himself to rest
after their climb. He turned his face,
white in the moonlight, toward her,
and fixing his dusky, unfathomaole
eyes upon her, said: II kept this place
for this hour. 1 meant to bring you
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and herds; had settled down some
what and had begun to think he would
like wife and home
He was handsome fellow, as fiery
as the mustang he rode and as tender.
hearted as woman-some women.
His ranch lay in the shadow of the
Sangre de Christie range, next to that
of the Athertons, where the New York
girl was stopping. Its acres stretched
to the shadowy foot hills and over
them roamed the sleek, well-fed crea
lures of which he was SO proud.
1t was two days after her arrival
that he saw her first He had ridden
over to see Tom Anterior, the big
muscular Englishman, who was his
par ticalar crony, and had come down
the trail with his customary "HarlS'
and "Whoop." AS though riding the
sightless couriers of the air, he dashed
up to the little flower garden, spur.
and chains juggling, sombrero Tapping
Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1895-09-05
Absorption of Jews.

That there are plenty of Jews slip
ping away from Judaism in this coun-
try is an indubitable fact, but it is no
more the case now than at hundred
different periods in their history. A
small proportion came back from Baby
Ion; the Assyrians swallowed plenty of
them; they were Hellenized, Roman
lied, and have mingled with all the
races and religions OF modern times.
If it were not for this process of alb
sorption the world to-day would be
populated mainly by Jews, instead OF
there being nc more of them than In
the days of Herod. Israel.
tie.
Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1895-09-05
NOW.


relirr what shlrlss an is lazy
Amt no use livin', vowi
But l tell yer who is the daisy
The Teller tibet does things nom
He's never procrastinatin'
An tellin' We why an how"
When the dom ont S what he's hatin';
He jest goes and does it no0
Eff the cordwood calls fer tussle
Thet'll bring the sweat to lis brow,
He gifts out his saw with hustle,
An tackles the job right n0m
The chap that talks Of ter-morrer
Is crooked somewheres. llow;
In payin' what he may borrer,
He never gifts round ter now
But the Teller tibet starts on the minute
The crows don't roost on his plow-
Eff t rains he amt workln' out in 1t,
Cause he gifts his hay in noG.
Eff yer lookin fer what'll suit yer,
Yer kin take off yer hat an bow
Ter the chap thet's short on the future
An ekerly long on aoW.
Frank Roe Batchelder, In Life.
Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1895-09-05
FOR YOUNG PEOPLE.
MAKING B,llEvE.

I've NAKED b'lieve was mamma,
And been to the bargain store,
But the bargain (the baby wiggled 20
That couldn't play that any moro.
I've naked b'lieve was Clumbus,
And discovered tho world all over
The rug was the 'Lantic ocean,
And sailed on.the nursery sofa
I've NAKED b'lieve was an Indian,
And scalped Polyphemia twtce,a
And played be big polar bear.
With the looking glass for ice.
I've naked blieve was the doctor.
With pearl tapioca pills,
But was 'bliged to give up practice,
Cause couldn't elect my bills.
Two times I've b lieved to be circus,
And two times the coal man, too,
And once was Robinson Crusoe,
And once was Little Boy Blue
Oh. I've naked b'lievc and I've NAKED b'lieve
Till there's nothing else to be!
And now-Tm SO hungry, mamma
Let's make b'lieve was me-
youths Companion
Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1895-09-05
Wanted Dad to Go, Too.

"Father says that if am good boy
he will take me to see the circus" said
Johnny.
"That is what he told me, replied his
mother.
well, you can keep your eye on me
and see if / amt the pride of the neigh.
borhood. Fathers done me a good
many favors, he has, and I'd hate ter.
ribly to be the means of making him
miss that show Bulletin.
Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1895-09-05
Three Tamous lamentations.

Over the triple doorway of the cathe-
dral of Milan there are three inscrip-
tions spanning the splendid arches.
Over one is carved beautiful wreath
of roses, and underneath is the legend:
"All that pleases is but for q moment"
Over the other is sculptured cross,
and these are the words underneath:
"All that troubles us is but Cor a moment"
But underneath the great central en-.
trance in the main aisle is the inscrip.
ton:
THAT only is important which is eternal"
Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1895-09-05

Mrs. White-"And do you mean to
say that you and your husband always
agree about everything?" Mrs. Black
ALWAYS; except, of course, now and
then when he's out of humof or pig
headed, or something of that sort.
Rostop Transcript
Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1895-09-05
How the Trouble Began.

II wouldn't wear boomers for any
thing" said the thin girl.
Neither would l if were YOU" re-
piled the plump girl.
And that's why they do not speak
now.-Chicago Post.
Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1895-09-05
The Ultimatum of New womanhood.

"Your hat amt on straight" said the
rude man.
swell, what of it?" said the new
woman severely.
1t was at this point that the rude
man succumbed to nervous shock
Chicago Tribune.
Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1895-09-05
AN AMUSING TOY.

How Amy Boy or Girl Can Make Jap
anese Shuttle-Cock.
Draw the outline of a yataghan blade
"a yataghap is Turkish sword-simi-
lar to that shown in the illustration,
using strong paper. Let the base be
circular. Cut out the drawing, and,
using it for a model, cut as many more
as may be required. Decorate them
with design painted in water-color,
or drawn with colored crayon. Stick
Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1895-09-05

wax seals or little rounds of bread ON
the circular portions for ballast. Now
throw them up in the air and you will
see them come down slowly, turning
round as they fall, and presenting a
graceful and pretty appearance with
their bright colors and beautiful mo-
tion Once a Week
Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1895-09-05
ABIGAIL COLOR TRAGEDY.
BY EDITH SESSIONS TUPPER.

HEN Violet Lin
gard announced
she was going in
for liter a t u r e
there were those
among US who
scotfed. Violet
was so alarming
ly pretty, on e
would never sus-
pect her of pos
Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1895-09-05

They found them next day in the
bottom of the canyon. Violet's lovely
face was past recognition, but on
Weatherby's fingered a smile Of such
awful triumph as would have pleased
the arch-fiend himself.-Truth-
Arizona republican., 1895-03-19

House bill No. 64, amending the election law, was passed unanimously.
 At the evening session council bill No. 52, relating to the power of officers of incorporated cities, was indefinitely postponed.
 Council bill No. 45, providing for the payment of overdue territorial bonds, mostly wagon-road bonds. was defeated, Mr. Jones alone voting aye. #
 House memorial No. 10 to congress, that part of the Grand canyon of the Colorado country be not separated from Arizona as proposed and become part of Utah, was defeated. Mir. Lake being of the belief that Arizona could we'll spsre the district referred to, a ma- jority of the council coincided. Messrs. Babbitt and Edwards voted aye.
 An attempt was made to reconsider the vote by which the woman's suffrage bill was defeated, was lost by the fol- lowing vote: Ayes-Aspinwall, Davis, Dunlap and Kemp; navs-Babbit, Ed wards, Jones, Lake. Nugent, Packard and Scott.
 The council adjourned until the usual hour this morning.