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The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1906-1908, 1907-02-01
Clover & Grass Seeds.

Everybody loves lots and lots of Clover
Grasses for hogs, cows, sheep and swine.
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plosion iy tn exhaust pipes an blindin' flashes iv electricity firm tn batther- les. Thin tn mighty wings flutthered, spread, an Tapped, an tn product iy courageous mans viethory over Nature soard tords tn empeeryum, soard as scars tn COW fir fully two feet, an thin div into tn Potomac, fin'lly perchin' on on top iv tn Pro-fissor. Pro-fissor Nudge was seen at his home, where he was found gittin' tn mud out iy his hair He told tn rayporther that tn problim was solved, but he had made a misthale in modelin' tn monsther on th' lines iy an eagle entirely an not payin' attintion to tn humble but use full aquatic fowls. Amy future flyin' machine must be equipped with web feet. Tn flyin' machine iv tn future wud be a combination iv eagle an duck R
 Tn Paris, they tell me, it rains crazy Fr-rinchmen ivry day, an doolin' in tn parks has become unsafe. Tn Fr-rinch have tn gr-reatest iv all flyin' machine men. He has annihilated more space with his injaynious device thin amy wan iver written up in tn pa-apers. He was on'y previnted firm flyin' last week be his legs catchin' on
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forty feet acrost, made iy iron, wood, leather, brass an piano wires, an run be a gasoline engine Tn next day r-read: "A vast coneoorse iv people gathered on tn bank iv tn Potomac yisterday to see Pro-fissor Mudge's flyin machine accomplish it's long an well-advertised flight. Tn Pro-fissor havin' seated himsilf in tn inteeryor iv tn machine, at a given signal tn machine remained where it was. Amid derisive cries iv Git a hawk" firm small boys in tn crowd tn Pro-fissor announced that something had gone wrong with a sparkin' plug in his noble mechanical bird, an he wud postpone tn ascinsion till tn next day Tn
 next day tn pa-aper says: Man can fly-Pro-fissor Nudge solves tn prob lem iv a-eeryal navYygation-Not see ryously hurt-Pro-fissor Nudge yister- day give an astonishin' exhibition iv tn wondhers iv mechanical science. In tn presence iy a great multichood he actually flew, thus provin' that man. kind can be put on an equality with tn eagle, tn hawk, tn jacksnipe an other fowls iv tn air. At precisely tin o'clock he climbed into his place. There was a rush iy steam, tn furious ex-
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Porcelain Houses comlna.

The dweller in glass houses may bs . more or less famulous idea. but dweller in china house will soon be a oom- mon parsonage. Tho homo of the fu- ture will be built of porcelain. It Is now possible to build cheap. simple and clean iy houses with sheets of porcelain in- stead of bricks and slate and concrete, and to dispense with plain wallpaper and spring cleaning.
 The porcelain used for building this Utopian house is produced by a new method, in sheets about an inch thick. but equally as strong as a brick wall. It is made Of e mixture of Cornish clay and French flint powders in certain pro. portions.
 The raw material Is worked into a liquid state, then pressed and rolled into sheets. When dry tho sheeets can be decorated fin colors. by hand or by a printing pro. cess The final process Is glazing and firing used in the ordinary potter's trade.
 Glazed on both sides tho porcelain walls reduce cyonstruction and interior decora- tion to simplicity itself. The outside and inside walls of the house have decorative schemes burned into them indelibly be- fore the house is put together.
 Cleanliness is ono of the greatest merits of the porcelain house. Water and wash- leather only are needed to replace the annual household terror known as spring cleaning"
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ON FLYING MACHINES
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settled thing that we'll fly hundherd years hence, an 1t always will be. "Tis a fine thing to think about, an manny's tn same joke that's been cracked about it-flyin' passenger trains rushin' throdugh tn air, with careless old gin tlemen fallin' from thim; flyin' dhrunken min zigzaggln' home with flyin' polismen chasin' thim It's fine subjiek f'r jokes. Think iv ye'ersllf flyin' to ye'er wurruk at tn rollin' mills at tn corner iv tn clouds, with ye'er dinner pail hung on wan wing, or maybe havin' little pair iy wings itself an fluttherin' along beside ye. On ye'er way back ye may sthop at me a-eeryal liquor store an you an me will boise togither with extinded wings till ye'er wife flies up to fetch ye home. Oh, twill be tn grand thing. Iyry day I pick up a pa-aper an see something like this: 'A-eeryal navigation solved. frofissor Nudge iv Wash'nton has completed his flyin' machine an to- morrow will fly acrost tn Potomac. Pro-fissor Mudge's idee is that if flyin' is accomplished tn machine must fol- low tn laws iv nature. His sky-skim- min device is modelled exactly on tn construction iv a bird, havin' wings
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place without, where are "dogs" ana other horrible things. It must have been several moments that we stared in si- fence. Then Tom put his arm protecting ly around my shoulders.
 It'll have to be done!" said he Wait here a minute" He returned presently with huge stone Stand back Bessi" he commanded. With all his might he hurled it ut the window and in very short time he stood at the front door bidding me enter. "Weloome homew he cried 1oyfully, though he had cut his hand on the glass.
 He lit up all the rooms and then re- turned to me.
 Why, you're cryingl Whats the mat ter. Bessie?'
 Its such a miserable failure, moaned. We used to have good times. , That fellow and girl on the beach had a good time. It's because We are grpwn older and more critical and Son't feel the same" was sobbing on Toms shoulder.
 He smoothed my hair. 'iDo you want to go back to that stage?' he inquired very gently.
 "No but
 Tom built a fire in the stove. From ths depths of the refrigerator he brought forth a large bowl of lamb broth. With a plate apiece of steamlng broth we sat on opposite sides of the kitchen table and ate In comfortable silence, while the rain battered on the window panes.
 This is better than Cousin Elias fried lobster" said l. Tom laid down his spoon and reached his hand across the table.
 "Shake," said he.
 Another silence.
 Presently he leaned back in his chair with contented smile.
 "Bess, if there's any celebration equal to sitting together in our own little homo, with no fuss. suggest 1t. please?" said he
 You're right said l.
 You may talk about Loves young dream as much as you please" he con- tinued, but the dnk of dream that would make one really enjoy train of i'll luck such as we went through this afternoon is a state of mind which is only fit for the insane asylum, or the hospital. I'm glad I have passed t. Three cheers for September sl''
 And I joined.
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The Wedding AnnibeYsaYy

, scended on my head. I began to feel | tired Immediately.
 Let's have something to drink" sug- | gested Tom after five minutes had been
 whiled away in watching party of six across the room-two women and four
 small, happy children. While we were drinking soda, Tom sud-
 denly caught sight of our car standing
 outside. It was unexpectedly early. Leaving our glasses unfinished on the counter we prepared to make an undigni- 1 fled rush for it.
 In the doorway stood the fat woman with her novel gazing vacantly at the | hurrying crowds outside. She seemed no part of the strenuous life around her, and
 she effectually blocked the doorway. Tom touched her on. the shoulder. Excuse me-" he murmured, and deftly slipped by. It looked easy, and I was about to follow,
 when the woman turned on me fiercely: If you want to get by. why don't you say so? Instead of knocking decent peo- pie of their feet, pushing and crowding." She stood majestic and immovable. For heavens sake, let me byl' l cried in desperation. q shall lose my car"
 And lose it I did, with Tom making
 frantic gestures, first to me and then to
 the conductor. All was of no avail, It
 was crowded and seemed in hurry to be 1 off.
 Why didn't you come, Bess? thought | you were right behind" Tom looked at me responsibility as we stood forlornly | watching 1t vanish into the distance,
 'It was that miserable old fat woman'"
 sried quite loud enough for her to near
 if she were anywhere about Of course, | she had disappeared, now that the mls- | chief was done
 When we finally arrived at Sandy | Beach it was nearly o'clock. Struggling groups of people were coming out of the i grounds, the children whining and tired, | the mothers sad and stern. In the dis | tance we could see men in uniform nov
 ing about. Tom pointed to sign at the entrance which read: Welcome, Knights of Pythias." Somehow it was not reas- | surfing.
 Tt seems very quiet" I remarked as buttoned my coat across my chest and ! turned up the collar And how strong the sea breeze isl'
 Tt Is cold" Tom looked injured and shrugged his shoulders. You will find you ought to have brought your coat" I could not resist
 saying.
 At this moment we were met by more people evidently on their way out. There's one good thing" I remarked cheerfully: '1t will be nice and quiet and We can have things to ourselves. I all
 ways hated the crowds. Don't you remem- Der how we used to-" Here I stopped
 "Where's the band?" I faltered. Sure enough, the stand was deserted. and all the music to be heard was a wheezy sort of waltz issuing forth from the dance hall in the large, barn-like ho- tel.
 "we'll go round to the beach and stay till supper" said Tom. There will prob ably be music in the evening" There were only two people on the beach-a girl in a white shirt waist and her lover. They were so rapt in each others presence that they had thrown propriety to the winds. Her head was
 on his shoulder, and his arm showed
 black about her waist. Somehow the sight of that thin white shirt waist made
 me shiver and. as we stood facing the
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SIX suppY of Spiders.

The spider Is able to secrete at least three colors of silk stuff-the white, which forms the web. and the en- swathement of eaptlves and the egg cocoon; the brown mass that fills the cocoon interior; and the flossy yellow between that and the inside of the sac. The glands end in minute dutcs which empty into spinning spools regularly arranged along the sides and upon the Ups of the six spinnerets or spinning mammals" or spinning fingers" which are placed just beneath the apex of the abdomen. The spinnerets are movable and can be flung wide apart, or pushed closely together, and the spinning spools can be managed fin the same way.
 The silk glands are folded in mus cular tissue, pressure upon which, at the will of the spider, forces the liquid silk through the duct, into the spool, whence it issues minute filament, since 1t hardens upon contact with the air One thread as seen in a web may be made up of number of filaments, and is formed by putting the tips of the spools together as the liquid jets are forced out of the ducts. When the spinnerets are joined and number of the spools are emptled at once their contents merge, and the sheets or rib bons are formed which one sees in the enswathement of a captive or the mak- ing of Argiope's central shield. This delicate machinery the owner operates with utmost skill, bringing into play now one part and now another, and again the whole, with unfailing delft ness and amastery complete.
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a barb-wire fence. Tn week befure, while flyin' acrost tn English Channel wan iv tn men holdin' him up let go. But he was out again yisterday: San tos-Dumont has again successfully proved that man can fly at last again. Up to this time Santos has confined his flights to tn somewhat narrow and confined columns iv th' New York Hurled. But yisterday he went long step further. Tn mechanical bird was mounted on four wheels an dhriven be large motor which ran 1t around an around in tn park, while tn great wings Tapped an tn invintor crowed within. Whin tn wheels were with drawn tn mighty machine fluttered to tn ground an Santos was exthricated be tn Fire Department. Tn experi- mint successfully proves tn possibility iv a combination bicycle an flyin' machine.
 But people have flew" said MT. Hennessy. "There's a couple iy lads over in Ohio that were up fir half an hour"
 q know it," said MT. Dooley. "But that's nawthin'. I knew another fel- low that cud walk block on his hands an another fellow that cud stand on his head fir five minnyits. But that don't prove that we'll all soon be wallIin' on our hands or sthandin' around on our heads. Tn on'y reason people want to fly is because they can't. 'Tis nachral fir us to want to do tn things tn Lord didn't intind us to do Wan iv tn things 'tis plainest we weren't constructed f'r is swoopin' through tn air above tn chimleys. An seein' that tn earth seems to be nt- thractive. to our feet we want to fly. Tn idee iv Hiven that most iv us was brought upon put it up in tn sky with tn likes iv ye and me some day floatln' ar-round on wings above tn clouds. Hogan has wrote a poem beginnln' ::
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looking fellow looked blank.
 Haven't got it." he said after a pause, in which he seemed to be estimating the amount of our intelligence.
 We'll try orange phosphate, then,' l suggested, trying to smile.
 Haven't go that either But you might try He got no further. Tom had turned away, and was stalking wrathful- ly toward the hotel. l touched his arm conciliatingly when I could catch up.
 Never mind" said; we can eat sup per at the hotel. A fish supper?' added tentatively.
 Tom looked grim.
 'If there's anything I detest it's fish supper" He spoke through closed teeth, with a threatening light in his usually calm eyes.
 "Fried clams and fried Holsters, and fried oysters, and fried everything else with ifns-and you dream of your grand mother all night. No. thank you. What 8 more, don't intend to stay another min ute in this blasted place if l go hungry till bed time. It's colder than Greenland"
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"Well, this Is fortunate. Now you're coming over to take supper with me. It no use declining for I shall consider It a slirht when YOU are so near if you go without visiting your old cousin"
 "We were just about to start TOT home" Tom looked uncomfortable. have an engagement this evening"" he added feebly. Cousin Ella paid no heed to this wicked lie.
 She was chattering to me. It's so long since I've seen you. Are you just as hap py as you expected to be? HeyP'
 She patted me on tho arm and gave Tom an arch glance. He looked sheepish' and drew out his watch to cover hls con- fusion.
 we must be going" he said shortly.
 "Oh, yes!" Cousin Ella took my arm and started in a direction at right angles to the one We had been taking.
 "Its only little walk" she explained. '"rhe doctors advocate walking Tor one health, and I think they are right
 Tom claims to this day that we walked three miles along the beach to get to
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"Confound those fellows" growled Tom unreasonably, and then he shivered per ceptibly.
 ''Bess, let's get out of this! Let's have something to drink. Whisky's what we need he added srimly. Hello, they're having a good time. This as the happy loyers on the next bench exchanged a fond kiss.
 I felt ready to cry as we sauntered list ,esslv mack to the hotel Was 1t true that hacause We were married we had to be entertained and no longer found each others society sufficient. had never suffered from cold in those old days. The weather had not mattered. l could even remember once when IL ralheu' anu ho" we laughed at the mishap
 At the soda fountain Tom did not con- suit my taste.
 Matted milk" he briefiA demanded.
 Tha clerk, thin, sallow, unWhoiesoihe
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{ Oh, that I were a bird If ye were, said I, I'd take coorse iv insthuction in a shootin' gallery, says I. We shoot birds whin they attimpt to fly, which is tn on'y thing they do well. We niver hurt thim whin they walk, which they do badly. A bird walldn is a comical sight. It toes in an puts It's foot down as If twas afraid 1t wud go through tn crust iy tn arth. Though thim that has seen thim do say tn osthrich has quite a manly sthride But there ye arre again. Tn osthrich can't fly, much. Tn osthrich learned to walk an forgot how to fly. If We larn how to fly we'll lose tn use iv our legs. | They'll git smaller an smaller, an whin you an me come down to take our meals in tn back yard we'll hop around in a way that'll be perfiekly ridiculous.
 ''No, Sir, ye can bet on 1t, therell be no flyin' in this wurruld. An who wants to fly? Not me. We can't be amy too close to what Hogan calls this old terra fir me. No, Sir. I want to feel 1t undher mo feet ivry moment iv th' day. Man was intinded to sloch around in tn mud, an that's what he'll be doin our lifetime. I'll niver be- lieve a rale flyin' machine has been built till wan thing is rayported about it."
 Whats that?" asked MT. Hennessy.
 "It must lay an egg" said MT. Doo- ley. 9Th beglnnin' iv flight is an egg I'll not believe anything till I r-read in tn pa-apers: Yesterday mornin at tin o'clock, amid tn lusty crowin' iy all tn flyin' machines in tn garage, tn Santos Dumont flyin' machine laid an egg. Thin I'll know that tn day has arrived whin foolish man has got up as far in tn what Hogan calls tn ami. mile kingdom as tn goose, tn pigeon, an tn loon. But not till thin" ] "T'd like to bet ye yell be flyin' a
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That is alwtys the way with a man. He hasn't the artistic instinct, and never will conceal his fdlngs for the sake of senti- ment.
 We began i'd stroll toward the entrance, when q shrlll voice from behind us was heard calling ny name.
 Tom stoppeF "Listen' Whos that! he exclaimed. l gave one glance. Ihen l said in rapf undertone:
 Its cousin Ella Barrett For phys sake. come od and pretend we don't see her"
 If was too lite. Even as l spoke q lit- tie nervous Woman with a narrow fore head and palt blue eyes came up to us pantlng, but beaming with deIghe ana surprise. She shook hands with Tom anu kissed me onl the cheek, interspersing these little tttentions with a running commentary In our looks and the joy she had at seeing us.
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Cousin Elias. To be strictly truthful, however, I will not put it at more than one.
 Cousin Elias house was a queer little cottage in dlngy reds and yelows. The sun had almost set, and the dark hanging curtains at the windows of the room into which we were ushered gave a sombre and forbdding look to the place which chilled me.
 Now If you'll just sit down a few min utes and make yourselves comfortable I'll go and get supper on the table" She smiled and disappeared, leaving us to our own gloomy reflections And they were decidedly gloomy Tom began to pace the room. Tapping his arms about to keep warm.
 I've had to come sometimeT I broke the silence apologetically.
 "Oh. yes, and today is very good time" The sarcasm in his voice was ter
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Copyr1ght)
 ((T, oM." said one morning at the
 breakfast table, "do you know
 what day it will be next Wednesday,"
 Tom ate a few mouthfuls in meditative silence before he answered:
 "so 1t will"
 That Is the way with Tom He always understands.
 Well, what shall we dol" I persisted Probably I shall work all day in the office and you in the kitchen. That's what we'll do."
 q propose" I continued without paying any attention to this bitter outburst that you get off early and we go to- to-"
 My face was beaming. Tom sat with 8 piece of steak upraised on hls fork waiting for the end of my sentence.
 '.ro Sandy Beachi" I finished.
 Now Sandy Beach had been a favorite resort for us both in that golden time when we were first engaged. and the very sound of the name, could see, sent a responsive thrill through Toms being To visit place memorable for past joys Ou tIo dnulVeTSdTy or one s marriage was a distinct piece of inspiration on my part. and felt 1t so when Tom rose from his seat and, lowing grandly in my direction addressed an imaginary audience: q move that we give the President a vote of thanks for this highly interesting sug- xestion."
 After that we commenced to remember things. "The band played oh. Promise Mel' Do you remember, Tom? And the uhf bn hoaOhf And how amusing the old lady was glared at us when she caught us spoonng," and so on.
 And thus 1t was planned.
 The Sth of September dawned clear and bright, and my heart was gay as I washed the dishes after breakfast I felt so sentimental that I hummed "Oh, Promise Me" at intervals all through the forenoon.
 had to wait a long time for Tom. Of course it was unavoidable. but the little car station where we had planned to meet was not diverting place. l had foryot- ten to take any thick wraps. and mo- ticed that the wind had turned to the east. When Tom arrived, perspiring and nervous, just two minutes after the car had gone out. somehow l did not feel In exactly a good humor.
 well have to wait fifteen minutes" was my rather tactless greeting.
 "Oan't help it." Tom fell into seat, suueezing me against a very ponderous woman who was reading a novel. appar- ently oblivious to all outside She did not move, though there was plenty of room on the other side of her.
 Do wipe your face." l implored. Have you got a coat?'
 "No. of course not Tom looked his ronteInnt "Thermometer at seventy-five degrees and you talk of coats. Say, but I'm tiredi had some work come in the last thing, and I thought I should never get of. You look little dragged your seIf." he observed. with concerned glance at me. Now if there is anything in the world which makes me feel out of aorts 1t is to be told chat I look tired or u. It was as if vet blanket had de-
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cold wind which blew in an unremitting blast, and crept up one's sleeves and down one's neck, Tom looked at the couple in a incredulous sort of way. They must have 1t bad!' he calculated. I do not ordinarily like that way of talk ing about love, but I could not deny that there must be considerable warmth be- tween the two to weather this gale.
 We sat in silence, watching the gray waves lap up on the beach. If 1t had not been so cold it would have been easier to feel sentimental. As 1t was the mist seemed to envelop us like garment, and the distant outlook did not thrill me. Even the wheezing waltz had ceased, and the only encouraging sound was some faint cheering from the Knights of Pyth- ias and their friends.
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nH HIS here paper says we'll be
 l9 flyin' in fifty years" said MT.
 Hennessy.
 "Does it say fryin' or flyin'?" asked Mfr. Dooley.
 "Flyin," said MT. Hennessy.
 "Well, maybe" said MT. Dooley. ''Maybe we will. But doubt it. Man an boy, I've heerd for sixty years that we'd be whirlin' through tn air on wings pretty soon. I've been ready tn best part iv tn cinchery to bid a last long farewell to thim two frinds iv mine that have stood undher me in good an evil report fir so nanny years, an carried me to me meals, an upheld me, right or wrong, an got me out lv much throuble-I mane, Hinnissy, me legs. But, be tn look iv things, I'll need thim f'r while yet.
 'Yes, Sir, I've been r-readin' about flyin' machines f'r long time, an seein' pitchers iv what they'd look like if they come. livery year some smart la-ad on wan iv tn pa-apers gives us fine pitcher iv how Chicago will look fin two thousand an siven with tn men wearin' very high stovepipe hats an knee brooches an flyin' around in tn air an above tn tai chimneys. It's
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hundherd years firm now" said MT. Hennessy.
 T hope I will" said MT. Dooley. "Annyhow, I'm glad ye have such a good opinyon iv me"
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Copyright-) ((" OM," said I one morning at the breakfast table, "do you know
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Hennessy.

n1 HIS here paper says we'll be lCY flyin' in fifty years" said MT.