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The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1909-02-03
White Deer and Black Fox.

Something unusual in the animal
kingdom has just been killed by
Prince Edward hunters and brought
home. 1t is deer pure white in col
or, save for two small black spots
back of it's ears. The animal is a
fine looking stag and weighs about 200
pounds. 1t has magnificent pair of
cntlers. The hunters were reticent as
to which member of the camp cap
tured this very unusual species, but it
lis understood that Grant Sprague of
Big Island was the lucky shot. The
animal was found in the northern part
of Hastings or Lennox and Addington.
Another unusual kill made by one Of
the hunters was black fox, now a
very rare animal, whose skin is very
valuable. -Pictou correspondence Tor
onto Globe.
The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1909-02-03

sent to the uttermost parts of thu
earth filled with the pound sweetingl
or the firm, fragrant Baldwins Of New
England.
But the cooper shop is not the only
dependence of the apple broker for
barrels. Early in the spring he begins
a canvass of the country. His team
stops at farmers house.
Good morning, Mrs. Smith" he
calls to the pleasant-faced woman at
the door. Il hear that you make
such good bread that your husband
has lot of empty fiour-barrels."
Now Mr.. Perkins!" chuckles the
pleased housewife. "The idea! |
guess it's Jims appetite that keeps
the flour,barrel empty"
Got good many empty barrels,
eh?" questions the broker.
Land, no! There may be two or
three out in the she'd"
"Ill give you fifty cents for the
lot, Mrs. Smith, without counting
EN-" declares the willy trader, hand
somely. Mrs. Smith is willing, mods
her consent, receives her piece OF
silver, and sees three empty barrels
loaded on the back of Mr.. Perkinss
wagon. He has made a good bargain
In September less careful buyers will
pay thirty cents apiece for all man
ner and kind of barrels. From house
to house he goes, securing one bar
rel here, three or four there, until
his sheds are filled with barrels, and
he can look forward to the harvest
without apprehension.
When the bosses bring in their
little account-books for the final
reckoning, the broker knows just
where he stands. His bargains with
distant buyers were made long ago.
He marks his boxes and communi-
Gates with his shipping-agents.
But his day of leisure is not yet.
He goes from orchard to orchard,
looking into barrels, climbing tree
now and then, urging on his employ.
es, that an untimely frost may not
find his fruit ungathered, and so ruin
HILL lOlu tOWH W IoWh ne HiStCho,
sending a load of barrels here, start
ing off promised order there.
The orchards of northern Maine
offer more difficult problem to the
apple-broker than do those of Massa-
chusetts. Often the matter of trans
portation becomes serious because Of
the distance from administrations. 1t
is not as easy to secure good help,
many of the orchards are on steep
hillsides, and even the trained mind
of the apple expert is often puzzled
as to ways and means of securing
good results. But that he meets this
problem successfully is proved by the
thousands of barrels of apples which
Maine sends every year to distant
markets.-Youth's Companion.
The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1909-02-03
HORN DANCE REVIVED.
Ancient Custom That Had Its Origin
in Deer steaIers, Festivities.

There was revived at Abbot's Brom-
ley, Staffordshire, recently, quaint
horn dance custom, the origin of which
is lost in the forest pageantry of the
Middle Ages.
A dozen sturdy villagers, with che
wears permission, removed six huge
pairs of reindeer antlers from the
church tower, where they had rested
since the time Of Queen Elizabeth, and
costumed to represent Maid Marion,
jester, hobby horse, bow and arrow
and other characters the villagers Wis
tied the neighboring villages dancing
after the medieval fashion. They
met with generous hospitality every.
where.
1t is thought probable that the orig
inal horn dance was festivity of deer
stealers after maiden assize, the
proceeds being divided among the poor
of Needwood Forest-From the Lon
don Standard.
The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1909-02-03
SMALLEST KING IN THE WORLD
Monarch Of Burmese State-His Pal
ace and Curious Body Guard.

When travelling through the Shan
States | had the honor of being pre-
sented to the smallest King in the
world, the Sawbwa, or Myo'sa, of Chen
tung. He stood, as nearly as I could
judge, about feet 9 inches in his
curly Burmese slippers and was the
quintessence of regal courtesy.
His palace" was a thatched hut on
stills, close to the Salween river; he
had several wives, who manifested
great curiosity when they saw their
lord in conversation with a white
man, and his retinue consisted of some
four-and-twenty men armed with the
quaintest collection Of old guns that
ever came out of a curiosity shop.
The little brown King held out a
small, plump hand for me to shake. 1t
was as soft as a womans. He bade
me welcome with a smile the most
genial / ever saw and begged me to
accept cocoanut. l knew that it
was court etiquette to offer a gift
in return, and was embarrassed to
think that, travelling Eight" as was,
l had nothing worthy of his accept
ance. I suddenly bethought me of
corkscrew knife bearing the name
of we'll known brand of bottled beer
which had been given me as an ad-
vertisement in Calcutta few months
earlier.
This I presented to him with due
ceremony, and he accepted it with un-
feigned delight All his army press
ed round as I opened the blades, the
corkscrew and the hoof pick, and the
headman beat gong vigorously at a
signal from the King, apparently in
token of the royal approval.-London
Standard.
The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1909-02-03
An Honest Child.

In the streets of New York city
lived little girl whose name was
Louise.
She was very poor and her mother
had died some time before, and as her
father was very cruel to her, she was
almost an orphan.
She would roam the streets IL she
did not have anything to do. Some
times she would go to the store for
people, and get few pennies to buy
something to eat.
One day she was looking in a toy
shop window at beautiful doll. Oh,
how she wished she could have it.
She was about to go away, when her
eyes rested on something brown. She
picked it up and saw it was a mans
pocketbook. She opened it and saw
a roll of bills, lot of papers and a
card with the mans address, reading
Mr.. Balls of New York. She thought
first of buying the doll But some
thing told her to take it to the owner.
She brought it to the house and rang
the bell.
She did not have to wait long, when
a servant opened the door. Louise
told her why she came, and she was
admitted to beautiful parlor.
Soon the man came down and asked
her what she wished. She told him
she had brought his pocketbook. The
man said he did not want the money
but the papers were very valuable.
He asked her all about her life and
then he left the room to find his wife
He told her about Lo e. I'VE have
no children of our own" he said
"could we not adopt herr"
Now she lives in the house she
once brought the pocketbook to, and
she has the beautiful doll that she was
so tempted to buy, and she says she is
the happiest girl in the city.-Doro
thy Harrington, in the Brooklyn Eagle
The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1909-02-03
pFOR BOYs NnD 0lRSS

pocket | put 1t in was not my coat,
but put 1t in the pocket called men,
ory, which carry in my head, and
have kept 1t there all day.
"Shall | tell you what the photo
graph have carried about with me all
day was like-the one | took this
morning of my little boy?" asked his
father, softly, as he drew him closer
to his knee.
please, father" Charlie whispered
low.
1T was a dark, ugly photograph.
There was frown on his brow, and
an angry light in his eyes, and his
mouth was shut up very tight indeed,
so tight that he could not possibly
open it to say Goodbye to father,
and all because he wasn't allowed to go
out to the garden to play ball before
breakfast because it was raining. So
he let father go away to town with a
very ugly photograph of Charlie to
look at all day, instead of the bright,
pleasant one he might have had"
Charles head hung so low it seemed
as if he never would look up again.
81 don't know what kind Of pho
tograph mother took of you when you
were going to school. | hope it was
nicer than mine; and | know she
wants nice one left with her every
day while you are at school, just as
badly as | want one to take to town.
Will Charlie try not to give us ugly
ones any more?"
Charlie looked up now and whisp-
cred, II will try, father From the
Christian Register
The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1909-02-03
The Same Kitten.

Little Mary was playing with heI
pet kitten. The kitten scratched her
and she exclaimed, you is darned
old kitty"
Her mother told her she must never
utter such a naughty word again, and
to be sure to impress it on her mind
washed her mouth out with soap and
water.
The next day Mary was again play
ing with the kitten, and again trouble
arose, when she was heard to remark:
you is just the kind of kitten
you was yesterday."-Bee Hive.
The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1909-02-03
THE OLD wArER-MlLL.
BY Alonzo Rice.

Meath shadows OF yon vine-clad ledge,
The old-time water mill, aloof
From dreary wastes of sand and sedge.
Leans, with its broken roof.
The barren rafters lift on high
Their signals of distress and dark
They loom against the summer sky,
Lonely and weather-worn and stark.
In circling flight, the pigeons wing
Cieaves with a flash the tideless air;
The bats in hooks and crannies cling,
Stunning the MONDAY glare.
Above where worn and broken caves
Filter the sunshine and the rain,
In tireless mood the spider weaves
His radiating skein.
Scarcely the eye can mark the flight
Of lizards on the crumbling walls,
Do quick they vanish from the sight
When alien footstep falls.
The leaves of many autumns sleep,
Huddled about the dusty floor;
Winds of the wild November reap
And garner to the store.
The race that lent the full supply
OF water to the busy wheel
ID but a pool where rushes sigh
And frogs their chorus peal.
Tall trees their glossy banners faunt
Above the channe, long run dry,
And there the rain-crows hide and haunt
Sounding their boding cry
The miller sleeps. His monument
Is white as was his raiment when
He left the mill at night and went
Homeward along the glen.
HIS time In deeds that bless and cheer
he made sweet service to employ;
Gladly each day and month and year
Gave him its toll of joy.
And while he watched the dropping meal
And soaring swallows circling near,
His cheerful song and whrring wheel
Made music sweet to hear.
The happy voice at last grew low;
And where the sOftest zephyr sighs,
His rest, by fairest flowers that blow,
The summer sanctiiies.
No more by river road or hill
The creaking wagons slowly come;
Once busy echoes now are still
To industry's low hum.
No mere the whirring water wheels
insistent music greets the ear;
No song nor laughter upward steals
When early stars appear.
But often comes to fancy's sight
AT twilight, by the open door,
The miller in his vesture white,
A moment-and no more!
Youths Companion.
The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1909-02-03
WHIMs in WILLS.
Curious Desires Have Actuated Many
Testators.

The dryness of the law is some
times alleviated by the freaks and
whims that appear in Wills.
Some persons having used their
wills as means of paying off old scores.
In ITO Stephan Swain of the parish
of st. Olaves, London, left John Alb
bott and Mary, his wife, 6 shillings
each for halter for fear the sheriff
should not be provided" In 1898
Philip Thickness willed that his
right hand be cut off and sent to his
son "in hopes that such sight may
remind him of his duty to God after
having so long, neglected the duty
he owed to father who once affec-
tionately loved him.
Lieutenant Colonel Nash got even
with his wife by giving the bell ring
ers of Bath abbey ESQ year on con-
dition that they muffle the bells of
said abbey on the anniversary of his
marriage and ring them with "doleful
accentuation from a. m. to 8 p. m"
And on the anniversary of his death
to ring a merry peal for the same
space "in memory of his happy re-
lease from domestic tyranny and
wretchedness."
Jasper Mayne, who died in 1920,
must have person of humor. He
left his servant an old valise, stating
that 1t contained something that
would enable him to drink. When
the valise was opened it was found
to contain only red herring.
Occasionally testator exhibits an
original idea as to the disposition OF
his body. Sieur Benoit, whose will
was probated in Paris in 1877, order
ed that he be buried in his old trunk
to save the expense of coffin. He
added that he was attached to the
trunk, 1t having gone around the
world with him three times.-New
York Post
The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1909-02-03
Bud and Billy.

/ should like to tell you about my
little pets, Bud and Billy. They are
two white rats. Quite funny pets, are
they not? They are pretty small yet,
for they aren't very old.
They are the most inquisitive ami
mails | have seen. They will eat al
most anything | give them. Here are
a few of the things they eat: Oat'
meal, oats, carrots, green's, meat, but
ter and bread, and they are very fond
of sugar, cheese, meat and candy.
They are very destructive when
they escape from their cage. One
day they got into box that held two
blackbirds' wings and separated the
feathers from the bone. When they
got through they presented a very
Comical appearance, as the dye had
come off on their faces and front
paws. They soon cleaned themselves
however They sat upon their haunch'
es and wet ths!r paws on their
tongues, and then rubbed themselves
all over with their paws. They dc
this many times during the day, and
SO keep themselves quite clean.
They are very intelligent, and will
come when | call. They are sure
footed, for they can walk along the
rung of chair or walk wire or q
long stick about three-eighths of an
inch in diameter. They climb up cur
tains or the backs of chairs that have
caned backs. | expect to train them
to do tricks soon.-Wesley Hallet, In
the New York Tribune.
The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1909-02-03
Success,

It does not come by wishing,
IL does not come by prayer;
But In the doing of thy task
Thy fate pursues thee fair.
Luck grants no blindfold favor--
No dreamy drone he crowns;
But slow and sure persistence
He always greets and owns.
Success is not u blunder--
A blessing by mistake
Complain not II you miss It,
1t comes not for your sake.
Well, do your work and rest not,
Give, asking not again;
The universe will widen
Unto your narrow ken.
Give love and life and labor,
And seek not but to bless.
Defeat and loss will teach you
Far more than mere success.
-Luella Clark in American Cultivatol
The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1909-02-03
The Apple Broker.
By AliC, Turner Curtis.

When the first cool days of Septem-
Der send city people home ready for
work, then begins a business among
the orchard-owners of New England
Of which the casual summer visitor has
little knowledge.
The apple-broker's busy days have
come, and expert apple-pickers, with
long ladders, small baskets and bar
rels, appear in all the orchards, and
spread over the trees with the persist
ence and industry of an invasion of
browntail moths.
Each band of these workers is
headed by a responsible and capable
man, secured by the apple-broker be-
cause of his knowledge of the apple
market, his reliability, and his gift of
managing men. This boss" is furn-
ished by his employer with numerous
directions, among which are small
slips of paper which read something
like this:
Before October 1st, gather Mrs.
Browns Orchard. Pound Sweetings
London.
Ben Davis'-Boston.
Blakes Orchard.
Early Baldwins-New York.
Yellow Stock-San Francisco.
The boss understands by this list
that the pound sweetings are to be
gathered with unusual care. No
rough shakings Of the branches on
which this fruit grows. A careful
man, with a small basket swung over
his shoulder, goes up the ladder Every
apple is clipped from the bough, placed
IN the basket, and when the basket is
moderately full, the man descends.
sue-paper and put in boxes. much in
the same way that California oranges
are packed to send east. Then card
IS tackled on the box, marked, Mrs.
Browns Pound Sweetingss. 100 Lon
don," and the boss makes a similar
entry, in the little account book, which,
at the end of each week, he hands over
to the apple broker.
The real business of the apple brok-
Or, however, begins in midsummer. II
you are in an apple country, central
Massachusetts,, or near Mercer, Maine.
and are an observing person, you will
notice now and then a keen-faced,
capable-looking man driving about the
country reads, talking with the owners
of orchards and carefully examining
the half-grown fruit.
The man is generally resident OF
an apple-growing district. He knows
the history of every orchard, how old
the trees are. the quality of the fruit
grown. the owner of the orchard, and
how TO deal with him.
1t is in midsummer that the bargains
are made. The apple-broker buys the
crop. By SO doing he assumes a con-
siderable risk. There may be, even
lfter midsummer, too much rain, too
much heat, visitation of the dread
cd apple worm, in fact, any one OF
. dozen possibilities may ruin the pro-
duct of an orchard and spoil the brok-
er's profits; while the farmer, with a
round sum deposited in the savings
bank, thanks his stars that he sold his
apples in July.
The apple broker has no leisure on
his hands. Barrels and boxes are no
small thing to be considered when you
are to harvest the orchards of six or
seven townships. Now and then the en-.
terprising broker starts cooper shop
and box manufactory of his own near
the town where the most fruit is raised
and here, during July and August, a
: dozen or more men work, busily turn
Ing out barrels and boxes which will be
The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1909-02-03
Walking Backward.

Not long ago man of sixty-two
walked backward from Macclesfeld
market-place to the Crescent at Bux-
ton. He covered the whole distance
of twelve miles, in three hours four
teen minutes, forty-five seconds, or
fifteen minutes fifteen seconds under
the wagered time. In 1876 Alcock
Chat was the mans name) performed
the same feat in two hours forty-four
minutes.-Pall Mall Gazette.
The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1909-02-03
Povver of PubIictv.

Great is publicity. 1t shows that we
can elect President for about third
of what it used to cost.-Boston Tran
script.
The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1909-07-23
I'm Coming to Medicine Bend, superIntendent!v

fiagman over "Tell Whitmyer we will
stay at Cold Springs tonight"
81 thought you were going through
to Medicine Bend" suggested Smith
as the trainman disappeared.
"McCloud," repeated Bucks, taking
up his cigar and throwing back his
head in a cloud of smoke.
Yes" assented his companion;
but | am going through to Medicine
Bend, Mr.. Bucks"
DO"
How am | to do it?"
Take the car and send it back to-
morrow on Number Three"
Thank you, if you won't need it to-
night"
81 sha'n't. l am going to stay at
Cold Springs tonight and hunt up Nc
Cloud"
But that man is in bed in a very
bad way; you can't see him. He is
going to die"
mo, he isn't. l am going to hunt
him up and have him taken care Of"
Ten weeks later McCloud was sent
from Medicine Bend up on the Short
Line as trainmaster, and on the Short
Line he learned railroading.
That's how / came here" said
Gearge McCloud to Farrell Kennedy a
long time afterward, at Medicine
Bend. Il had shriveled and starved
three years out there in the desert.
lived with those cattle underground
till had forgotten my own people,
my own name, my own face-and
Bucks came along one day with Whis-
pering Smith and dragged me out Of
my coffin. They had it ordered, and
II being a small size and 'onhandy,' as
the undertaken said. paid for it and
told him to store it for me. Well, do
you think ever could forget either
OF those men, Farrell?"
In all the group of young men then
on the mountain division, obscure and
The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1909-07-23
CHAPTER ~.
George Mccloud.

McClOud was an exception to every
tradition that goes to make up noun
tain railroad man. He was from New
England, with a mild voice and hand
that roughened very slowly. McCloud
was a classmate of Morris Blood's at
the Boston Tech" and the acquaint-
ance begun there continued after the
two left school, with scattering fire
of letters between the mountains and
New England, as few and as far be-
tween as mems letters usually scatter
after an ardent school acquaintance.
There were just two boys in the Nc
Cloud family-John and George. One
had always been intended for the
church, the other for science. Some
how the boys got mixed in their era
dies, and John got into the church. For
George, who ought to have been a
clergyman, nothing was left but long
engineering course for which, after he
got it. he appeared to have no use.
However, it seemed a little late to
shift the life alignments. John had
the pulpit and appeared disposed to
keep 1t, and George was left, like a
New England farm, to wonder what
had become of himself.
1t is, nevertheless, odd how matters
come about. John McCloud, a pros
porous young clergyman. stopped on a
California trip at Medicine Bend to
see brother Georges classmate and
something of a real western town. He
saw nothing sensational-it was there,
but he did not see it-but he found
both hospitality and gentlemen. and,
if surprised, was too well-bred to ad-
nit il. His one-day stop ran on to
several days In leaving, John McCloud,
in a seventh heaven of enthusiasm
over the high country. asked Morris
Blood why he could not find some
thing for George out there; and Blood,
not even knowing the boy wanted to
come, wrote for him, and asked Bucks
TO give him a job. Possibly, being
over-solicitous, George was nervous
when he talked TO Bucks; possibly
the impression left by his big. strong,
bluff brother John made against the
boy; at all events, Bucks, after he
talked with George. shook his head.
Il could make a first-class railroad
man out of the preacher. Morris. but
The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1909-07-23

them and hang him. They had chosen
a time when McCloud, the assistant
superintendent of the mine, was down
with mountain fever. 1t was he who
had put the Italians into the mine.
He had already defended them from
injury, and would be likely, it was
known, to do so again If he were able.
On this day a mob had been chasing
the dagos, and had at length captured
one. They were running him down
the street to a telegraph pole when
the assistant superintendent appeared
in scant attire and stopped them.
Taking advantage of the momentary
confusion, he hustled their victim into
the only place of refuge at hand, a
billiard hall. The mob rushed the
hall In the farthest corner the I'M
lucky Italian, bleeding like bullock
and insane with fright, knelt, clinging
to McCloud's shaky knees. In trying
to make the back door the two had
been cut or and the sick boss had
got into a corner behind a pool table
to make his stand. In his pocket he
had a pistol. knowing that TO use it
meant death 10 him as well as TO the
wretch he was trying to save. Fifty
men were yelling in the room. They
had rope. hatchets, a sprinkling of
guns, and whisky enough to burn the
town, and in the corner behind a pool
table stood the mining boss with
mountain fever, the dago and broken
billiard cue.
Bucks took the cigar from his
mouth. leaned forward in his chair.
and stretched his heavy chin out of
his neck as If the situation now
promised a story. The leader. Smith
continued, was the mine blacksmith,
a strapping Welshman, from whom
McCloud had taken the Italian in the
street. The blacksmith had a revol-
yer. and was crazy with liquor. Nc
Cloud singled him out in the crowd,
pointed a finger at him, got the atten-