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The Grit-advocate., 1905-12-29
GRIEF A POOR c0MPA MON

low-minded, and the grief, after all
is not SO deep-seated sorrow as 1t is
to some other member of the family
who has a more sensitive. stiller,
deeper nature.
Sorrow, if INDUCED in will impai
the body and weaken the mental en-
ergies, but if accepted with resigna-
ton and trustfulness, will carve the
soul into forms of beauty and give to
the eyes softness and expression
that they have often otherwise lacked.
But sorrow, if selhshly kept alive,
will furrow the face with discomfort
and bitterness. If uncOmplainingly
buried in the heart it will refine the
features and teach them with an in
finite sweetness.
As you value your health. the hap
piness of your children, the comfort
of your household, the companionship
Of your friends, do not resurrect your
griefs. do not indulge yourself in tear
full scenes. 1t can do no good. 1t will
simply weaken the body, depress the
mind and make uncomfortable all
those about you.-Charleston Evening
Post,
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Recently The British public received
some late fashion hints from the
uppcr Nile, returned explorer re-
porting as follows: The largest
tribe in extent of distribution is the
Acholi, which covers the greater part
OF the country between the Latuka
mountains and the Victoria Nile. They
are a fine tall, well built race, and
they live in open villages, as a rule,
their arms are chiefly spears and they
spend a good deal of their time in
the pursuit of game; they practically
wear no clothes at all, except a Small
piece Of skin as an apron or hung over
one shoulder. Married women wear
sometimes !, small apron made OF
beads The men and women also are
fond OF wearing crystal or glass
spike, about three inches long. in the
lower lip. Young men are generally
very smartly turned out, wearing
brightly polished metal rings On
their arms and legs, also a peculiar
little conical cap made Of fclted hu-
man hair, ornamcntcd with beads OF
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POOL CALLED SUICIDE LAKE

Suicide lake, in spite OF it's name, is
one Of the beauty spots of Washington.
1t is on the grounds of the National Sol
diers' Home, formed by damming lit
tie rivulet that trickled through the
place. So many veterans have drown
ed in this lake that the governor of
the home found it necessary to detail
a keeper. This man pulls out vet
eran every day or two. No record has
been kept of the soldiers who have
ended all in the lake. but the list
would be long one, as at least 100
suicides have taken place there.
The lake is attractive to the ve.e.-
ans. They cluster on its banks 20
chat. smoke and fish.
The soldiers home is the only gov
ernment institution at Washington not
supported by money drawn out of the
federal treasury. There should be no
confusion in any ones mind between
the National Soldiers home at Wash.
ington and those homes for veterans
OF the civil war which are found
scattered over the whole country. The
Washington home is the retreat of
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A Sufficient Qiauuise.

Senator Beveridge was talking
about severe rebukes.
LAS severe a rebuke as know Of"
he said, was one that New York
millionaire administered to his son
last winter.
The son, like many millionaires'
sons, is hard drinker. He does no
work. Most of the day he lounges
at some one or other of his clubs, TAX.
ing brandy and soda every hour OF
so, and in the evening. after good
deal of wine with his dinner, he drinks
steadily until bedtime.
Nevertheless, he is young and
handsome chap. and he goes out dur
ing the season a great deal.
One day he received an invitation
to bal masque, and that evening he
discussed with his family the various
DISCUSSES that he might reasonably
wear. After a good deal of talk he
was still undecided and, turning to
his father, he said:
How would you advise me to go
to this masque, sir?'"
"'Go SOBER the father answered,
bitterly"
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To indulge in ones grief. especially
before ones fellow being. is not only
sign of weakness and selfishness in
ones character, but is harmful alike
to both the mind and body, besides
making one most undesirable COM
par.ioE even to the most sympathetic
of friends.
There are some people. mostly
Wo.nen. who seem to take sort OF
grewsome pleasure in airing their sOr-
rows and talking about their dead.
Every birthday. every anniversary
OF the death. is an occasion to bring
forth this skeleton of grief, recount
the death scene, dilate upon the good
points of the departed. and revel in
tears and lamentations. And if the
real truth We're known, some women
actually enjoy these scenes.
They possibly would not admit it.
they probably do not know it. but
thay obtain certain kind of enjoy
ment from parading their griefs, just
as many person takes comfort in re-
tasaing his symptoms Of disease piling
up his aches and pains.
Such woman is generally shall
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QVEER FASHIONS IN AFRICA

glass or ivory. They keep their wea-
pons in good order and always keep
themselves very clean and we'll oiled.
"A peculiar custom in their villages
is the building of common nursery,
into which all the small children are
stuffed at night, the small door being
closed with a wisp of hay or piece of
basketwork. These nurseries are
usually raised above the ground and
are reached with a ladder, so as to be
beyond the reach Of hyenas. A SINH
lar arrangement on somewhat larg-
er scale is made for the young un.
married girls. The huts are beehive
shaped. generally very neatly and
carefully built.
"A wilder and less organized tribe
than the Acholi are the Lango. The
young warriors wear very handsome
headdresses made of cocks feathers,
which resemble a guardsman's bear
skin at a short distance. Another
peculiar habit of the Lango is to
pierce the tongue and hang little
piece of brass chain 10 the tip. This
is the highest effort of fashion"
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The great trough yawns beneath your
very snOut;
You eat, you sleep, upon the selfsame
spot;
People object TO see YOU move about
They'd rather you did not.
o Hog. so unsuspecting and so fat,
DO you suppose that these attentions
spring
From mans great kindness? If you swal-
low that
You'd swallow anything
Oft have I noticed. lowering round the
Where you, unknowing snore in Nor
pheus arms.
a gross. red man Who with an owners
eye,
Approves your bulging charms.
Oarkly he. prods you with his oaken
staff
Like ths-I'm sorry-and remains a
while,
Gloating, and laughs grim carnivorous
While you sleep on and smile
o Hog. so fat, so green: Did you
awake
To the ferocious menace of those ewes
You would sleep less. methinks, but YOU
would take
A deal more exercise.
-Blackwood's Magazine.
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Model Estate of Rothschilds'.

There is no more prosperous, con-
tented or bright district in England
than Tring, where Lord and Lady
Rothschild own a large estate. Model
villages, model farms, model relations
between tenants and landlord, every
thing in perfect order everywhere,
employed at one with employers, it is
an optimistic oasis in the desert of
discomfort. The Rothschilds have
spect. Lord Rothschild keeps a pack
OF staghounds and is keen sports
man himself. He does not hunt, but
Mrs. Leopard often has run with her
bI bIother-in-law hounds.
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Few Paupers in South Dakota.

That the prosperity which is South
DakOta's boast is not confined to any
one section of the state or to a favor
ed few among its inhabitants is shown
by the latest figures from the state
census bureau, giving statistics con
cerning the paupers of the state The
figures show that of the $4,000 people
Of South Dakota only PAS are sup
ported wholly at public expense. Of
these 1873 are inmates Of poorhouses
and eighty-five are supported outside
of the poorhouses. In addition to
these there are 4S3 residents of the
state who are partially supported by
public charity. No other state in the
union, it is believed, has so small
proportion of its population supported
at public expense. Aberdeen News.
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STRATEGY THAT WAS WASTED

When he woke in the morning he
dared not look toward the partner of
his joys and sorrows. but lay still a
few moments listening, to learn if she
was awake. Not hearing anything
from her, he felt gratified at leaving
her thus asleep, and, rising quietly,
he took his garments and carried
them into the hall, dressed there and
decided to go down town to business
without waiting for breakfast
AS he was about to leave he met
the colored maid and said: Mandy,
you can tell your mistress I expect to
be very busy to-day, and therefore
concluded not to stop for breakfast
with her this morning."
Law, sakes, Mr.. j." said Mandy,
"missus done gone way Yesterday
mornin', and said she wouldn't -
back afore dis ebenin'."
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men of the regular army and navy and
is maintained out of fund formed by
deducting from the pay of every Off
Ger and enlisted man in the regular es-
tablishments of 12h cents month.
Fines from court-martial and money
due deserters are also turned into the
fund. The fund SO far exceeds the
cost of maintenance that there is now
on deposit in the United States treas
ury to the credit of the home more
than 100000.
The soldiers home is one OF the
most beautiful and interesting places
at the national capital. The grounu.
embrace 500 acres of hilly or gently
rolling land overlooking Washington.
The grounds. for the most part, are
heavily wooded in oak, but there are
wide stretches of lawn and field. The
crops Of corn and alfalfa grown in the
home grounds are among the best in
the country. Coursing through the
grounds are nine miles of fine drive.
ways. The fields support herd OF
fifty blooded cattle. There are 1,500
men at the home
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A WRONG END FINISH.
Everything According to Expectation
Except the Wind-Up.

Everything According to Expectation
Except the Wind-up.
AS Mr.. Henry Jimpson looked out
of his window at the hotel the othec
morning he saw white mule.
Glancing over the paper at the
breakfast table he noted the death of
the famous Indian chieftain, White
Mule"
AS he left the hotel boy handed
him card bearing the legend, Smoke
White Mule Plug Cut. 1t does not
burn the tongue"
At lunch he heard sporty looking
man at the next table say, Eyes, I
start White Mule to-day. He'll be a
long price, and he'll win hands down.
Mr.. Jimpson went into the cigar
store and inspected the racing card.
The fifth race contained the entry,
White Mule"
He boarded a car for the race track.
White Mule was so to l. Mr.. Jimp-
son bet $40 on him. Then he went
up into the grand stand and waited
for the fifth race.
The fifth race was run.
There were sixteen horses in it.
White Mule ran last.-Philadelphia
Bulletin.
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ARTICLE VERY MVCH MIXED

Or. Nudge. an American clergyman,
was one day presented with a gold
headed cane by some of his admirers.
DLiing that week also a new patent
pig-killing and sausage-maklnS ma
chine was tried in the same city. The
reporter or the composi'or must have
got the copy somewhat mixed, for
this is how notice of The prescnta-
ton appeared in the local paper:
Several OF Or. Mudge's friends
called upon him yesterday, and after
a brief conversation the unsuspicio1s
pig was seized by the hind legs and
slid along beam until he reached
the hot-water tank. His friends cx-
planned the object of their visit, and
presented him with n very handsome
gola-headed butcher, who grabbed him
by the tail. swung him around, slit
his throat from ear TO ear, and in less
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than minute the carcass was in the
water. Thereupon he came forward,
and said that there were times when
the feelings overpowered one: and for
that reason he would not attempt to
do more than thank those around him,
for the manner in which such huge
animal was cut into fragments was
simply astonishing. The doctor con-
cluded his remarks when the machine
seized him, and in less time than it
takes to write it the pig was cut
into fragrants and worked up into
delicious sausages. The occasion will
long be remembered by the doctors
friends as one of the most delightful
of their lives. The best pieces can be
procured for 20 cents pound; and we
are sure that those who have sat so
long under his ministry will rejoice
that he has been treated SO hand
somely. Tit Bits.
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uFE's LOST OPPORTUNITIES

Lord searching all the inward parts
OF the being" what is 1t? you gradually
begin to feel. For. 10! suddenly, the
truta. SO strikingly emphasized in the
candelabrum on your mantel shelf, be-
gins to open out in hundred novel
applications of its one ever changing
principle. A slight shifting of posi-
tion, as you still lie meditating on
yoEf lounge, and your eye has chanced
to light for example, on the rows of
books on your book shelves. when. be-
hold! precisely the same story repeat
ed Of the relation between them and
you.
Think of those books. There are
the prophets and psalmists; there the
sacred hymns of the ages; there the
magic world of Shakespeare, the saint
ly sages, Epictetus. Marcus Aurelus,
Emerson. there the loving humor OF
Charles Lamb, SO tender with human
infirmit!ts, the biting lash of Swift,
so fiercely indignant with life's vices
and meannesses, the sublime imagina.
tions of Milton SO heaven-rapt in pro
phetic vision! What an environin.
'A'aH oa bOttlllldl ana lttI-
ing! What intellectual and spiritua!
deeps in it. profounder than plumme:
ever soundet!
And there perchance have you been,
lo! these may years-you, for whom
these loving, smiling, inspired ones
discoursed, sang, pleaded. poured ont
the passion of their hearts-their very
life pulse. one insatiate hunger anG
thirst to shars their happiest and
brightest with you!
And how have you responded AT
times, thank Cad. with glowing chceI
and beating heart for the blessed dow
er of such cleo: spirits TO make yous
whole being ripple with smiles and
glow with love. But ah! how often,
in contrast have fatal barriers shut
down between yon and them. Ell
thralled in what pitiful moods of indt-
lenGe, triviality. worldliness, morbil
self-absorption, have you found your
self out of humor with them all and,
sullenly ignoring your divine Inherit
ance, felt bent on retreating into the
harrowest and darkest den of your
being, with no other desire but to be
let alone. there to sulk or eat your
Cwn heart out!
Yet now, once again, and almost
before you are aware of it, your
thoughts have left those accusing mas
ters of the spirit and are wandering
in still another realm. You have call
ed up before you your neighbors AID
friends, the souls given you TO dwell
with lovingly and helpfully in this
realm, and then, through memory, to
lure you to a higher. Again. what an
environing atmosphere whose pulsa-
tions throbbing quick and full with
thine own, would set on so beauteous
a flame of love.
But ah! how often have we forfeited
this unspeakable privilege. Alas. for
the barriers Of moods and poor selfish
absorptions that have shut down be-
tween us and them. How again and
again have We appeared at their festi-
val seasons, our lamps gone out and
10 oil with us; how again and again
we have slept through their Gethse-
lanes!-BOstOn Herald
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Killed Whale Longer Than His Boat.

Killed Whale Longer Than His Boat.
Mr.. Forsyth Grant of Ecclesgreig.
Montrose, has arrived at Dundee in
his ketch, the Snowdrop, after an ad-
venturous voyage which has made
him wealthier by 92,50O than when
he sailed.
A whale was sighted fifteen miles
from Cape Hooper, and boat put off
in pursuit with Mr.. Grant at the gun.
He fired at short range. and got the
whale fast. 1t dived and ran out three
lines and then rose to the surface and
lay motionless until it was killed by
another shot The whale was longer
than the ketch.
1t took the Snowdrop eight days to
get the bone and blubber aboard, a
task which would have taken an or
dinary whaler as many hours. But
the result was a cargo of seventeen
hundredweight of whalebone and
twenty tons of oil.-London Daily EN-
OrpE.;
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ODE TO vNsVsP1cI0us PIG

When I peruse that tranquil countenance,
When behold you lying in the deep.
Calm torpor Of your customary trance
And smiling in your sleep;
When I compare the lives that men en-
dure.
The hard hours treading on each others
heels.
With yours an easy drowsy snecure.
Unbroken save for meals;
Stirred to the limits Of mine injured
By YOUR outrageous otium cum dig.
o Hog II could only reach you I'D
Iarn ye to be "a pig.
O Hog! o fat insurcrable Hog
The very barndoOr hen must ply leg
Or go unvictualcd; even the household
dog
Has to sit up and beg
Judged by your SNUG compiacency, you
seem
70 think yourself strangely favored
beast,
But is there not a shadow on the
dream
A spectcr at the feast?
Ycu never move. Foe your voracious
Mysterious broths are brought you
from afar
Strange mcsscs coax YOU IL you're of
your feed
tNot that you ever are);
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No Credit in This PupiI.

Miss Harriet Hosmer, the noted
American sculptor, was talking at her
Watertown residence about celebrities
she had known. OF a certain noted
New Yorker she said:
He was an awkward dancer, but
he told me once that he had taken
dancing lessons in Boston. His teach
er was a charming old Frenchman, a
true artist: and when he came to
leave Boston he said to the old man:
81 am going back to New York
now, monsieur, and if there is any
favor l can do for you there I shall
be only too glad to serve you
"The aged teacher. with an embar-
rassed smile. replied:
81 will take it as the greatest ac-
commodation, sir. If you will tell no
one Of whom you learned to dxnce.' /"
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A well-known clubman Of New
Hampshire owns up to having in
dulged in his earlier days freely in
the flowing bowl.
One night he was carefully vending
his way to the bosom of his family,
greatly troubled in his mind about
the curtain lecture he was sure to re.
ceive upon his arrival, and casting
about in his mind for some way to
evade it, when suddenly bright idea
occurred to him. He would slip quiet
ly into the house and retire without
waking his wife.
Accordingly he let himself in, and
undressed in the lower hall. stole
quietly upstairs and crept into bed.
with his face turned toward the out
side. While mentally congratulating
h'S self upon his success he dropped
S1D,
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Thjnus for Breakfast.

This morning about o'clock I was
in grocery store near my house and
there were number of people there
waiting anxiously to be waited upon.
In rushed little fellow and he pushed
himself up to the counter and called
out:
Say. mister. hurry up and wait on
me, will yer, cause me mudder wants
de t'ings fur breakfast"
We'll, my little. man." asked the
kindly storekceper. what do you
want?"
"A bar of soap. wooden pail and
broom" yelled the urchin.--Atlanta
Journal.
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1t is shallow and trivial man or
woman who does not now and then
1all into vein of serious reflection
on what are called the lost opportuni-
ties OF life; the periods in which SEEM
iAgly great prizes were offered him,
but which he forfeited through his
own ignorance, presumption, folly or
worse. At such times. he is apt to
repeat to himself. with fresh sense of
their import, Shakespeare's lines,
There is tide in the affairs of men
winch taken at the flood, leads on to
fortune.
Omitted. all the voyages of their life
Is bound in shadows or in miseres."
Surely, then, it would seem as
though there were presented a fit
theme for little Sunday morning
homily. which might run as follows:
Has there not come-to many read
erin some impressible hour of life,
an at first commonplace and, finally,
startling experience like this | will
row describe?
You were lying, let us say, spent
with the work of the Gay, on your
lounge. and your eye happened idly
to fall on an old.fashioned candela-
brum, with crystal drops, standing on
the mantelpiece an heirloom that had
descended to you from some remote
ancestor. In it, erect as sentinels, are
q row of misunderstanding wax can
dies that have been on guard there
you cannot tell how many years; and,
ap1v is JS,, -. Il.
strikes you in an entirely novel light.
Strange, is 1t not, you now say,
when we consider the aim and end of
candle to burn and to shine, that
there should still be standing erect,
after fifty years, those frigid shafts,
made, however, of infiammable car
bon, and surrounded by restless
ocean of yet more inf1ammabe oxy-
gen, and yet the two never have come
into that vital interior contact in
which they would leap into mutual
embrace and 'as they kiss, consume"
One touch of a kindled match at any
time, raising the temperature to the
needful point, and the repellent forces
by which their atoms have for such
years been kept apart. would in an in
stant have been annihilated leaving
free the unitary forces. forever strain
ing in them, to rush together and
strike fire in the ardor of their eXult-
ing contact
But the inflamng touch of the
match never came. bringing with it
the symbolic hour OF physico-spiritua
conversion from chill and apathy to
love and glow, from the realm of to-
tai darkness to the realm of radiant
light. And so, shut up to their in
exorable law that on the sole condition
of certain higherwrought pulsation
of heat agitating their atoms, can
these elements ever unite to burn and
shine-still another fifty years might
pass and still another eye. after our
own has long been sealed in death,
witness the old, unvarying spectacle
of these self-same inflammatory, yet
sel.-contained and cold, shafts or car
bon and this self-same inflammatory,
yet spell-bound, ocean of oxygen, so
Infinitely close together and yet so
infinitely wide apart.
Well, if this is not the candle of the
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Aged Man viii Not Rust Out.

Smith Robertson, resident of Min.
neapolis, is 80 years old and expects
to round out the century. Nearly ev-
cry day he takes a smart six-mile walk,
puts in couple of hours saving and
splitting firewood and in summer looks
after his garden and big lawn. Thirty
years ago he took up the study of
physical Culture and has exercised reg
ularly ever since. 1t is his emphatic
declared opinion that mine people rust
out where one wears out"
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Has Passed Century of Life.

Chester Day of Cotton, N. Y, the
Oldest guide in the Adirondacks. has
passed the century mark by one or
two years, he is not sure which. Any
low he thinks ii is about time for him
90 so at the end of the year. The old
nan has strain of Indian blood in
his veins and has spent all his life
ir. the wilderness Of Lawrence, Frank
lin and Hamilton counties.
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along in the darkness. 1t was Nict O.
las and he was following Caroline.
Even as she saw him disappear,
Karsicheff approached, the guard fol.
lowing him from the guardhouse.
Silently they entered the house and
taking their arms from the rack we're
conducted behind door opposite to
that which the convicts were to enter.
Katherine gave signal for pro
found silence as karsicheff disap.
peared with his men.
Then, drawing revolver from her
bosom. she examined it carefully and
replaced it ready for use.
All was going well-everything was
perfect, all but the pardon or lila
Barosky. and that was in possession
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Auto Toll Road.

A movement Is afoot to construct a
5S-mile road for automobilists near
Winnipeg, Manitoba. 1t will be oval
tion and maintenance will be met
from the tolls collected from those
who use it. It is proposed to run
some big races on the road, which will
be oiled to keep down the dust.
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seeing your preserver on the road to
freedom"
May God grant it," was the fervent
response. "And now, madame, give
me the file and an opportunity to get
into the prison pen"
Let the signal be a pistol shot,
said Katherine, with feverish haste
Here is file; my husband has given
orders to admit you to the kameras.
Do not falter. Keep a brave heart
and all will be well.'
DO not fear, madame. My success
shall surprise you" and SO saying,
Caroline quilted the room.
"Victory-revenge-oh my plan Is
perfect" said the now exultant Kath-
crime, as she went to the door and
watched the girl enter the stockade
A moment later she saw fguye stink