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fastened to his assistance. Paystreak
and I slid from the rock, and as we
passed Sam We reached down a help
ing hand by which he climbed back
to the trail. We had our hunting
knives in our belts, and with these
in hand we ran to the assistance of
Pete. We found him in close con-
tact with the bsar-in fact, sitting
on the carcass of the brute and try
ing to assume an air of nonchalance
as he filled his pipe; there was no
doubt as to his manner being as
sumed, besides his face had not re-
gained it's right color nor his eyes
thei- normal size; then his voice did
not have it's even steadiness as he
said '.,..a...z, ..,..s' 49,.
You fellers put me in mind Of
Pet; you done just exactly what he
-Zynuld have done"
Then he told us how it happened.
The bear was hunting him close,
there was no chance for him to get
away so he turned hoping to blind
the big beast with the charges of fine
shot. AS he turned, the bear, then
hardly a length away, reared and
opened its. great jaws in snarl of
rage and victory Pete saw his oppor-
tunity, and thrusting forward the
gun until the end of the muzzle
was almost within the gaping red
jaws, he fired both barrels. The
double charge tore into the brain and
the bear dropped.
HE amt got tooth in his head,
and his claws are worn down to
stumps; he's so old he couldn't do.
nothin' but run bluff, but he done.
that plum proper" said Pete. Sam
pried open the lean, muscular jaws
with a stick and said; "Well, I
wouldn't banker to have him hug
and gum me. Forest and Stream.
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WORDS OF WISDOM.

Regard is disgustingIy milk warm.
All the worlds stage and the VII.
lain of the piece. old age
A mans profession gets its seal
upon him. You can't sweep CHM
neys and look like a snow-bfrd.
A wasted opportunity has way
OF wandering home to be. buried in
the family graveyard.
Life is an enchanted forest where
we find whatever good or evil plant
we seek.
Time flies so fast that as soon as
wO have learned the value of time
our time is past.
a comfortable income is a Morris
chair in Iifes waiting room of hard
benches.
The hand that rocks the cradle is
mighty seldom the one that writes
the club minutes.
Feeding a girl on bonbons doesn' t
make her a bit more candid.
A man. is never sour ON the world
if the right girl is sweet on him.
When you meet a brunette with
blondined hair, beware of her; that's
the sign she's changeable.
The nest egg Of the old-fashioned
girl was a darning gourd.
Cupid's ammunition is pink face
powder.
In me1odrama it {: not skill but
kill that counts.
The passing hours are the flowers
in Life's garden.
The only jewels that look we'll on
a man are the beads of honest toll.
Many a man cuts th2 pattern of
prosperity with the scissors Of neces-
sity.
Every musically inclined student
should be sent to Europe at public
expense and kept there indefinitely.
Sniff not at the humble instru-
ment. Many a masterpiece has been
planned with the quill from a goose.
Pity. the cynic who sneers at love
and religion. What has life to offer
him when he makes fun of her best?
A cynic is man who would cut
the throat of a singing bird because
he happened not to care for music.
The whistling girl and the growing
hen modestly turn theiS heads these
days when the divided skirt eques-
trienne dashes by.-From Ewes
Epigrams, by Rose MacRae, in the
New York Telegram.
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TWO CLEVER BOYS.

Atlanta, Ca, boasts of some ingen-
fous and ambitious boys, since two
lads of that place, the older but four
teen and the younger eleven, have
designed and constructed a clock that
is wonder of painstaking work.
1t contains over three hundred
pieces of wood. all of them cut from
boards with a small foot-power scroll
saw and afterWard sandpapered and
put together with screws and muct-
lage.
The clock represents a cathedral,
from the dome of which bell peals
forth the hours of the day. Inside
the building the columns and statuary
of a cathedral are reproduced in
wood.
The clock is fifty-one inches high
and twenty-one inches wide at the
base, and the contrast in colors is
decidedly pretty, the wood used be-
ing maple, white holly and wal
nut.
The figures on the dial were cut
from walnut with a pocket knife, and
look attractive on the white holly.
Notwithstanding the simplicity OF
the tools used, the boys have sue
ceeded in producing timepiece OF
which they may justly be proud. It
represents their leisure time after
school hours, for other work was not
neglected during its construction
Boys World.
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The DOG AND HIS
SCENTING POWERS
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Why should the beagle or a rabbit
hound hunt with mis- nose, and the
greyhound depend to a great extent
on his eyes 20 pull down a rabbit or
hare? Both have a common quar-
ry, yet nature has so provided that
most entirely different in make and
shape, shall bring about their de-
sires in widely strange ways. The
beagle has scenting powers, and it is
the old story of the hare and the tor
toise; the greyhound has an extreme
ly keen vision, and the length of his
legs allows him, under fair condi-
tions, to pull down the most speedy
of wild animals, whether they be fur
or horn-footed. The narrow skull,
long face and tight lips of the grey
hound are not suitable for the re-
tention and use of the olfactory Or
gans, which are made up of a large
number of thread-likes nerves that
reach from the brain to the extremi-
ties of the nose and lips. On the
head and face of the greyhound these
are too compressed. In the beagle
this is quite different. In him we
see the smallest of the hound family
descended from the bloodhound, the
parent stock of the hound tribes. His
broad nose and fiues are good con-
ductors of scent to these nerves,
which in turn acquaint the brain Of
the presence of some particular odor.
Thus does a dog become a hunting
machine, and the very width of his
skull provides a good storage for his
useful brain, already well informed
of what is on the ground. Thus
must hunting dogs always retain
their good skulls, big nostriIs and
pendulous lips, the latter more or
less according to their particular
calling. Let us remember the dog
cannot read, but as surely as he opens
his mouth so infallibIy will he be
able to tell you the kind of game that
is afoot; and this he simply recog-
nizes by the aid of his nose. His
scenting powers are nothing short of
marYellous.-Re recreation
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A Pointer ON China.

At the present time money goes [
further in China than in any other
part Of the world; the days of cheap
living in the Orient have passed, and
when man is offered a salary of
500 a month he should find out if
the 500 is in American dollars or in
the varying silver currency of China.
If the salary is paid in American
money he will find that, owing to the
exigencies of exchange, in one month
500 gold will bring about $3.50 in
local China dollars, while a year later
at different rate of exchange it may
equal $3.50.
When at the latter rate, however,
its purchasing power will be little
better than the $3.50 of a year before,
and when the 500 gold again degen-
crates to $3.50 local currency, as it is
liable to do, he finds that the price Of
everything has advanced and the pur-
chasing power Of his money has
dropped to its original status. In
other words, he is losing $50 a
month. Exchange is the bugbear of
the man of limited means in China.
From Daily Consular Reports.
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it was a series OF Chinese yells and
shrieks from the cUok-house.
There, HeIlfre, it sure sounds
like yo pet done 'ketchum'" said
Sam, as each man jumped from his
bunk, at the Same time taking his
rifle from the forked sticks at his
head. e.~ assS@r
In the cook-house we found the
Chink busy. With his left hand he
was furiously snatching from box
handfuls of bits of red paper which
he was throwing about the room re-
gardless, while his shaking right was
trying to light a bunch of punk
sticks which he kept stuck in to-
mato can filled with sand. We tried
to get him to say something a white
man could understand, but for the
time being he was a jibbering, jab-
bering, blithering, blathering idiot.
We saw that the bacon was gone and
knew then what the Chink had seen,
but at that time he Yas in no condi-
tion to utter words that would indi-
cate to a man and Christian that
he was even trying to talk. The first
flash of returning reason was when
we turned to go out. He was across
the room, but before we reached the
door he was in the centre of the file.
We made signs and he rolled up his
bed and carried it to our tent for the
remainder of the night. The next
morning he explained. zi.
"velly late night time come; me
listen-sniff = sniff = outside; me
ketchum big stick an go stan by
bacon Bimeby devil, big, alice same
like house, stickem in head an han
an ketchum bacon. Me no stlike,
velly big devil"
But wherefore the red paper full
of holes and the punk?" asked Pay
streak.
Devil him see papel, see holes;
he stop go Though holes, give China
boy heap time get away. Devil smell
lum punk, make sick. Olive um
way"
"Um-huh," commented Paystreak;
"the punk part is all right; devils
are not the only ones they make
sick. -
"Pete" said Sam, 81 never saw
mo- fitten opportunity for you to con-
vert po' benighted heather to Chris
tianity. You and the Chink take
that grizzly's trail let the Chink try
to stop him with the red paper and
punk, and after he's had his chanst
you show him how much quicker
yo' supplication is answered when it
is made with the civilizin' 30-40
smokeless of Christian"
mot me-" replied Pete. 'Me an
that Chink hits the trail for the sta
ton at Palmdale this morning, an
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ANATOMY GAME

What appendages of the human
body are necessary to the work Of a
carpenter? Nails.
What belonging of the human head
is an animal? Hair (hare).
What found in the mouth is used
by artists? Palate (palette).
What parts of the feet are steps in
a hotel? In(n) steps.
What parts are ancient places OF
worship? Temples.
Where in the human body can we
see embIems Of victory? Palms.
What part is a capacious strong
box? Chest.
What part is a deer? H(e)art.
What parts are young students7
Pupils.-Home Herald.
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BY e. e. =

be allowed the space in some other
story to tell how they are built by
| prospeetors.
One morning after Pet had brought
our lunch he returned to the cabin.
We learned that night at supper
that he had been out trying to
'ketchum" mine, but mo ketchum;
mebbe so tomollo." The next night
when we went to camp there was no
signs of supper and the Chink was
missing.
II reck'n he has gone out an got
himself snakebit or a bear has stam-
peded him along with the burros. It's
up to you, Pete, to hit his trail an
bring in the remains of your pet, 4"
said Sam.
"It amt bear" said Paystreak as
he pointed across the fiat to where
our burros were filing out of can
yon and idling along toward camp,
stopping to snip at some choice bit
of herbage or at one another. AS
we looked Mig" the big black
burro, stopped, faced halfway
round, threw forward his long ears
and the others did the same. We
listened intently and were rewarded
by hearing long wall coming from
gulch in a spur of sharp buttes
that ran out on the fiat. The waller
was evidently in great distress, and
catching up our rifles we ran in his
direction. AS we approached the
wallis became more distinct. l don't
know what the wall of a soul lost
in purgatory sounds like, but if it
is anything like that coming from
that gulch you can scratch me out of
the race for that goal. l have heard
our burros coming into camp a few
jumps ahead of a mountain lion,
and the sounds they made, sometimes
in the air and sometimes on the
ground, as they tried to tell what
was coming, were calculated to make
a nervous man join the procession;
but that Chink had them faded. We
advanced warily; we knew there
were no Indians in that country save
a few wandering Mojaves who were
entirely harmless, but they might
have found Pet and put him through
the third degree to learn if he was
human.
Around the first bend in the gulch
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: when I come back late tonight it will
Oe alone" And he was.
We did not cease trying to console
Pete over the loss of his Pet until
about two weeks later when we all
went down the mountain to the little
postofice station of Rio Llano, five
miles away on the edge of the desert.
We did not bother with our burros,
as a ten-mile walk is nothing. 1t
was warm and we did not want to
be bothered with any of the unneces-
sary weight, so we left our rifles at
camp, but Pete took the shotgun,
for the spring crop Of Quails was
about ripe for broiling. We started
early one Sunday morning; there
had been repeated and extended ar
guments over the respective merits
and fighting qualities of Japs and
Russians and we wanted some news.
We stayed at the station all day and
started back to camp in the cool of
the evening. Our way lay up the
mountain along narrow trail made
by mountain sheep, deer and other
big game and followed by buTro
punchers. On our right the pine
covered mountain lowered above us
at an angle of at least forty-five de-
grees, while on the left we could
look down on the tops of tall pines
far below US. We were In single file,
Pete ahead with the shotgun. We
swung around q sharp point that
jutted into the trail and the next in
stant we stopped as though meeting
head-end collision.
Holly smoke E' calculated Pete; not
twenty yards away and coming down
the trail was a huge, gaunt, silver
tip grizzly. He let out a snarl and
reared, standing taller than any of
us. The trail was too narrow there
for him to turn, but we could and
we did. We probably broke the
record for time on that trail, each of
us keeping our eyes out for a place
where we could shin up to the left
or down into tree top on the right,
the bear after us full charge. He
might have been looking also for a
getaway, or he might have been hav-
| ing fun with us, or he might have
been real angry to find anyone on his
trail; we did not STOP to argue the
point; we realized that was his trail
by right of time and possession and
our only desire was to leave it the
instant opportunity offered, and were
willing to take a long chance on the
opportunity. Sam was ahead and
found his first, a manzanita shrub on
the brink, which he seized and let
himself down on narrow ledge
about six feet below. Paystreak was
next and Skinned up a lille pine
growing alongside a huge granite
boulder, ten feet or more high on
which he dropped from limb with
me a 'one-two'' second. We could
slide down the rock but it was too
steep for man or animal to climb.
Then we looked for Pete. He car
ried the most weight and had the
further handicap of ten-bore shot
gun. Even as we looked we heard
the roar of a gun from around the
last bend in the trail
We had recovered from the-well,
shock or surprise, at the unexpected
meeting; the report Of the. gun told
that a partner was jf trouble and we
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IN THE DARK.

There are sweet eyes looking at you
In the dark;
Large and bright, or small and tiny
AS spark.
Though they shine so far and high,
They seem near you where you lie,
Counting every starry eye
In the dark.
-..i~
There are sweet eyes come a-smil-
ing
In the dark;
And the room is full of whispers
II you bark.
When you have been good all day,
Come the Good Thoughts, glad and
gay,
And you go to sleep and say,
THANK you, Dark"
Anna Burnham Bryan
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THE CARROLL TWINS.

The Carroll twins were a pretty
pair Of little boys, who looked SO
much alike that their mother had
been known to mistake one for the
other. There were one wee difference,
howeUer-the difference Of a dimple.
Because of this, they were often call
ed the n-with-a-Dimple" and the
"Other Twin" and people would make
them laugh in order to tell which was
which.
One day they went on an errand
across the city. A cherry-tree hung
over the sidewalk, and the Twin-with-
a-Dimple gave jump, and his hand
came down with a cluster of bright
red cherries in it. Then he heard a
I little noise the other side of the
hedge, and he darted around the cor
/ ner.
! The Other Twin was not quick
/ enough to escape a long arm that
! reached right through the hedge and
clutched him. Then a tall. thin wo-
man peered over, and said sharply,
$50 It's you that's been stealing my
cherries, is it?"
'No, ma am" answered the Other
Twin, tremblingly.
The woman stared at him. There
were no cherries in his hand, no
stains on his lips. It was strange.
"The face l saw above the hedge
looked exactly like yours" said the
woman. Are you sure you didn't
pick any?"
"Yes, ma'am," replied the Other
Twin, and he seemed so honest that
the woman believed him.
"Was there another boy?" she
asked.
Eyes, ma'am," came truthfully from
the frightened twin.
"Well, l wish I'd caught the right
one" said the woman, and then she
Rt the Other Twin go.
When the n-with-a-Dimple heard
his brothers story, he told him that,
he must do the errand alone, while
he would go back to explain to the
cherry woman
So the Twin-with-a-Dimple said to
the woman, "I'm sorry 1 picked that
bunch of cherries. I didn't stop to
think that they belonged to anybody.
l will pay you for them as soon as l
can earn some pennies.
'fBut you Just told me it wasn't
you who did it," exclaimed the cherry
woman.
"No, ma'am-yes, ma'am, 1 mean" !"
stammered the Twin-with-a-Dimple;
'fthat was my brother"
"Oh, it was your brother that took
them, was it?''
mo. ma'am," and the Twin-with-a-
Dimple struggled hard not to show
it. 81 mean I picked the cherries.
My brother has gone on the errand,
and I have come back to tell you
how sorry 1 am
''But why didn't you say SOP" she
asked.
Because I wasn't here. 1t wasn't
before" and his dfmple showed pret-
tily now. "You see, we look just
alike"
81 declare! Are you the Carroll
twins ?"
eyes, ma'am, we are"
''Well, well! You're a real little
gentleman to come and own up.
wonder if you wouldn't like to pick
some cherries for me. If you will.
you may have all you can eat"
So when the Other Twin came back
he found his brother up in the tree,
and for the first time they had all the
cherries they wanted. = Emma G. |
Dowd, in Youths Companion.
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we found him. He was sitting CT
his launches. on a fat, black forma.
tion that cut across the bottom of the
gulch. All the yellow in him was in
his face as he held it upturned and
sent his soul-searching cry out
among the hills. His voice was over
worked and hoarse; a sound that
started well as a shrek ended in a
hoarse moan, and one that started in
a moan would end in a piercing top
note that carried far; he had lost
control of it in each register. I have
shot more than one coyote as he was
in that same position for voicing his
misery on the vast, merciless silence.
The ''impassive stoicism" of the ORR
entail in that Chink's case proved
but the gauziest veil, and being torn
away revealed all the horror, agony
and yellow fear underneath.
'Ther's yo' pet, Hellfire; pears
like somebody had been settin' bird
lime 'roun' yeh," said Sam as we sat
on boulders and yelled in laughter.
This increased the horror of the
Chink, whs evidently thought that
the white devils had invented some
new torture. For a time he was
speechless, gazing appealingly from
one to the other. Finally he asked
plaintively; "Whally mally; no move
um feet?"
Whats the matter?" repeated
Hellfre. Take off your shoes, you
yellow heathen."
A great. light broke over Pets
face as he united the lace of his bro
gans and. stepped gingerly back on
the sand. Pete took hold of the
shoes and with mighty yank
wrenched them loose, leaving some
of the nails points up. The Chink
had stepped on ledge of magnetic
iron and the big-headed hoDnaiIs in
the soles of his shoes had clamped
him to the metal as in wise, hold
ing him there for the better part of
a scorching not, dry afternoon.
Pets 'look-see" curiosity was
completely satiated two nights after.
Near the stove a three by two open
ing had been sawed in the side of
the cook-house On a nail inside
this window the Chink generally
kept hanging a slab of bacon, but
i was missing the next morning after
his experience in the gulch.
Somebody come-stealem bacon, .
said he.
We circled around the shack and
soon picked up the trail of big
grizzly. Tonight he come me ketch-
um, sais Pet, who slept in the cook
house, = n tent being about fifty
yards away; he pointed to another
piece of bacon that he had hung on
the nail
Better put your pet wise, Pete
to the trouble he is enticin' by bait
| in, himself thataway," suggested
Paystreak.
Let the. blankety blank, blank
yellow heather alone" replied Pete
VINO had begun to show signs of q
cloyed appetite and a longing fol
home cooking. Bears love pork, and
| bacon is choice bit. It was 9
'clach" that the big silvertip would
return, but we were too tired to wait
up for aim, as he would not put in
an appearance until late. He came
and went, but the first we knew oi
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CAN YOU TELL?

1T was a holiday; school was clos
ed, and as the weather was delight
full two young girls and their brother
got leave to spend the afternoon in
the woods and carry a lunch basket
with them. Among the eatables they
had three boiled eggs-one for each,
but just as they were about to set
out a young friend called, and they
invited him to accompany them. The
Oldest girl, with an elder sisters
thoughtfulness, said to her brother:
George, we must add to our lunch
basket as there may not be enough" I"
whereupon George went of and got
another egg and put it in the basket,
while his sisters procured cake, etc.
"Why, George, where did you get
that egg?"
"Oh, out of the basket in the eel
lar" was the reply.
But it is not cooked, and we cannot
use a raw egg. Which was the egg
that you put in last?"
But George could not tell; the eggs
all looked just alike, so they felt
them to see which were the warm
est, but they were all equally cold,
the boiled eggs having been cooked
early in the day and taken to the
cellar to COOL They then held them
up to the light and they thought that
one of the eggs was more transparent
than the rest, but the difference did
not seem to be so great as to. make
them quite sure as to which had been
boiled and which was raw At last
the visitor found out their dilemma
and at once said that he could easily
tell. Taking an egg between his fng-
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A REMARKABLE BLAST.
Takes Weeks of Preparation and
Hundreds of Pounds of Powder.

LeAsNS VI ACRHtA eANAOA eAA@
Hundreds of Pounds of Powder.
One of the methods of quarrying
granite is to dislodge huge sheet
from the surface of the formation
through the medium of a powder
mine. A large perpendicular shaft
is first blasted to depth Of about
thirty feet At the bottom of this
and radiating horizontally, like the
spokes of a huge wheel, long holes
are drilled.
The extremities of these holes,
says Popular Mechanics, are then
shot with light charges of dynamite
in order to create chambers large
enough to receive large quantities of
black powder. This takes weeks OF
ever increasing charges.
Then the final charge is loaded.
The now huge charges at the extrem-
titles of the spokes are packed with
hundreds of pounds of powder, nu-
merous electric wires attached, and
the whole mine tamped with the fine
material. A mighty roar and rum
bic in the bowels of the earth and
the huge sheet is detached from tbs
ledge,
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HOW BRUN RUNS

The duH-looking and numbering old
grizzly bears appear awkward and
slow of pace; but look out for them
when they get to running. At that
time Mr.. Grizzly seems to be about
three-fourths hind legs and one-fourth
head; and how he does run along!
He seems to simply roll over the
ground like a giant-snowball bound
ing down a steep hill. Bruin can
outrun the fastest horse over a good
course, and when hard pressed he
will bounce from fifteen to twen-
ty feet at a jump, and his track
will be marked by claw holes that
resemble the work of big farm har.
row-Picture Lesson Paper.