The Baby of Incubator Four 1 By Dennis H. Stovall oeooooooooooooooceoorysaoQooooooococoox - (Copyright, by Daily Story Pub. Co.) CARRIED FOR LUCK ALMOST EVERY Off! HAS POCKET TRINKET. > After office hours, Dimmick found recreation strolling down Chestnut •treet to see the incubator babies. He became such a regular patron that the lady at the door advised him to 'purchase a "a season ticket." He was always down there between five and stz--just before returning to his quar ters for dinner. He kept a perfect mental record of all the babies as they came and went. If there was an empty incubator in the long row that lined one wall of the hospital, he was among the first to detect it. Incubator No. 4 was empty for five days-, and Dimmick about despaired of seeing it filled again. Then a tenant appeared. It was a very small bit of humanity--weighed only three pounds, so the nurse informed him. Hut it Iras a healthy baby and, moreover, the pref^est baby chat had been and ventured the question: "What is her vocation?" " She is an actress." "An actress? How strange." But to the nurse the strange part of it was the tone of Dimmick's words. "ft would not be right to deny her the privilege of seeing the baby,'1 he continued, "and there would certainly be no harm in letting her come here to-morrow evening for a while." "It is against our rules to give any one the address of our baby care takers; though, if you will allow it, I can take the baby from here--" "No," Dimmick replied firmly. "Tell her that whoever takes Billy must also take me. Bring her here yourself to morrow night." So it was decided, &hd after the nurse had gone, and Billy was sleep ing snugly in his basket Dimmick sat Showing-Mild Form of Superstition From Which Few Men Are Free- Some of Them Have Inter esting History. brought in for some tiipe. Nearly all j a long time before the fire. He was the babies in the row wore blue rib bons, because they were girls; but this one wore pink. It pleased Dim mick to know that it was a boy. Dimmick's interest increased with the arrival of the new ward in No. 4. He would st&nd a long time before the glass door, admiring the baby nestled on' the pillow, much like a jewel in a shop window. Sometimes the little fellow opened his eyes and look^ wonderingly through his glass cage into the man's face. The eyes were brown and large, and there was some thing fn their gaze that went straight to Diramick's heart It won him com pletely. He fell in love with the tot, and made early application for him. Dimmick's housekeeper called for No. 4 when it had been four months at the incubator hospital. All ar rangements were made. He had pre sented the necessary credentials, and convinced the incubator management that he was fully competent to give No. | the required care and attention. The baby's parentage did not enter into the agreement, and Dimmick made no inquiry concerning it. He wanted the baby, that was all, and was supremely happy when the youngster was brought to his house. "l*n't he a fine fellow," said he; "Jmt he just a dandy?" Whereupon tus housekeeper smiled curiously. The baby crowed loudly, as if well pleased with his new quarters. "What will we call him?" Dimmick continued. "We must get him some other name than No. 4, eh, Billy? That's the ticket--Billy ; just fits that smile of hiB." The youngster laughed aloud, and Dimmick laughed with him. "Say, Billy, you're the real metal-- nothing counterfeit about you." By which the newly-named Billy was to understand that Dimmick was a bank cashier. Several new articles appeared on the mantel, to keep Dimmick's pipe and tobacco pounch constant company. The most used was a long-necked bot tle with a rubber nipple. Also, there were other bottles and vials, and as the baby grew, use was found for all of them. During day Billy was cared for by the housekeeper, but Dimmick took the night shift. He gave the baby hi9 first feed immediately on his return from the bank; then another at seven, and after a romp before the fire, Billy was tucked away for the night Like all babies, he had the colic at times, the attack usually seizing him be tween two and three in the morning. At such times Dimmick was almost become of the wish that Billy was No. 4 again, and back in his incubator, down on Chestnut street. But Dimmick knew precisely the course of treatment--five drops of peppermint in a teaspoonful of sweet ened warm water, followed by a drink of hot catnip tea. "It's sure great stuff to pull the pains out of a kid's stomach," he assured the bank presi dent, when the latter told of his troubles with a colicky baby. Dimmick'> visits to the incubator establishment ceased after the arrival of Billy. 'I've a baby show of my own now," he told the nurse, when she came t<^ Inquire into the young- tftar'o welfare. "The mother of No. 4 called at the hospital this afternoon," said the nurse one evening, when she called on her regular visit of inspection. Dimmick was busy giving Billy his meal, and made no reply. "She desired very much to see him, and was greatly disappointed when she learned that he had been taken away," the nurse continued. "Though she signed a complete release of the tot when we took it, and assured the officials that she had not the means to support it, she now begs that it be returned to her." Dimmick raised his head and looked •t the nurse intently. 'Wants him re turned, eh? Wants Billy? No, we can't do it, poor woman." He pressed the baby closer to him, HIVE SHOW FOR DYING MAN. Theatrical Troupe's Jeets and Songc Check Rich Man's Malady. Although i t may not save his life, Seth Yelsey of Logausport, Ind., was given1 a new temporary lease on ex istence by the kindness of stage folk who shared his special train, says a • :dispatch from Battle Creek, Mich. Velsey, sick unto death with gall stones, insisted on being brought to Battle Creek as a last hope, to Vtve to operation at a sanitarium. Doctors said he would die on the train, but Velsey insisted, and his car was hitched to the special bringing the "Bankers and Brokers" company, a musical comedy organization, here, for a belated matinee performance. The dying man heard their merry laughter, and, being told they were theatrical people, asked if they would not give him his last show on earth. The company came in, sang solos, choruses, and special numbers, and even went through the jokes. Velsey, with the death stare in his eyes, could smile feebly, but it kept up his thinking of those other days when his house was not the shallow apartments of a bachelor. When Nellie, the girl he had loved and won, sat with him in the warm glow of the open fire. Three years of domestic happiness, then the storm came--the storm that wrecked their home and drove the one whom he believed would always be true to him out of his life. She left him, deserted him, to satisfy the de sire to go on the stage, s^pimmick made but little protest. „ He let her go. It had been a year since she left him. To banish the unhappy thought of that parting, he tiptoed to Billy's cra dle and gently raised the covering. The lips were working as if the nipple was between them. A smile played over the baby's face. Billy was hav ing a pleasant dream. Dimmick smiled too, but a tear dropped from his eye as he stole quietly to his room for the night. The following evening Billy was dressed his prettiest and given his meal a little early that he might look his prettiest when his mother came. That the woman might visi^ her little one undisturbed, Dimmick toOk-^ his pipe and novel to the library, and let his housekeeper receive the two women. He heard a cry of surprise from the hall when the door opened, then other cries of rapture, almost hysterical, muffled by Billy's cover ing. "Poor woman," said Dimmick to the title page. He settled deeper into his chair and turned to the book-mark with a determined effort to get in terested in the story. "Oh, you darling, you darling," cried the woman aloud. "You don't know your mamma, do you? Bless your heart, little one. I know you're hap py here." Dimmick closed his book sharply and sat erect in his chair. Who was this woman, weeping and laughing over Billy? The bitterness, born of desertion and hatred fell upon him. The sweetness of other days tingled at his heart; truly, her's was a voice he had heard and known before. He crept softly to the door. Billy was laughing now, and the woman was suffocating him with kisses. "Yes, sweetheart, I know you're happy, ever so happy." Dimmick stood in the door. Billy was playing havoc with the woman's hair, and her face was buried in the boy's fat cheeks. He scowled and clenched his fists, as if the little fellow was in a tiger's grasp. His first impulse was to order her from the house. But his fists re laxed and the scowl left his face, for again that delightful sweetness of oth er days tingled at his heart. The woman became suddenly aware of ]iis presence, and, laying Billy in his bed, cowered and shrunk over the cradle, begging pity. "Forgive me, forgive me," she pleaded, "but I had to see my baby. I did not know he was here. Must I go?" Dimmick scowled again, and silent ly indicated the door. The woman sobbed a moment over Billy, and, kiss ing his cheek, detached herself from him. "I am so glad he is here," she said lowly, looking about her and ab sorbing the comfort of the room. "Good-bye, sweetheart," said she, turning to the door. Tears glittered in her eyes, and her fingers trembled when she pressed them to her lips to toss a farewell kiss to the crowing baby. "Good-bye, little sweetheart, I must go." Dimmick rughed after her when she reached the hall. "Oh, Nellie, Nellie," he cried, "don't leave him--don't leave me again. You will stay, won't you? Say you will stay." When she returned to the door, Dimmick stood with arms outstretch ed before the fire, pleading with his old-time fervor: "Won't you return, Nellie? We need you, Billy and I." "I want to come back," she sobbed, as he clasped her to his bosom. hopes until when the train reached this city he was not only alive, but was able to ride in an ambulance to the sanitarium. Chances of recovery are ten to one against him, but if he lKves it will be because the actor people\ kept him alive until he reached the sanitarium city. The affair affected the actors, how ever, and there were many tearful coryphees in the chorus.--Chicagb The tailor was industriously brush ing and steaming a pile of garments. On the pressing table lay a little heap of trinkets. Testing hig iron with a deft touch of his moistened finger, he placed it back on the sputtering little gas stove to heat. Then he answered the question about the pile of trinkets. "Oh, those," he said, "why, they come from the pockets of clothing sent here to be cleaned or pressed. Nearly every man has his 'rabbit's foot.' No matter how staid a busi ness man he may be, nor how strong- ly he would deny that he was super stitious, he almost invariably has a pocket piece that he carries for luck. Look at this little piece of flint It would be hard to explain the reason for carrying it Yet I know that the o^rner of that checked suit over there, a business man, must prize the little rock, for no matter what pocket I put it in when I return the suit, It is al ways in the lower lei t hand pocket of the waisteoat when the suit comes MEANT TO CATCH THE EY£. Ingenious Device as Attraction Store Window. American shopkeepers are far In advance of the merchants of other countries in Introducing these "eye catchers." Still, one of the most inter- estlng seen recently comes from Ger- inter Ocean. k Two Eagles at One Shot. Mr. Peleg Pritehard, a farmer who rtsides on his farm about two miles from the city, recently killed two large eagles at one shot. The two eagles were in mortal com bat on the ground from which they did not desist at the approach of Mr Pritehard. Mr. Pritehard drew the talons of each from the body of the other after they were shot dead Thev measured over eight feet from the tip of one wing to the tip of the other. They were the largest ever killed iu this section.--Elizabeth Cits Cor. Raleigh News-Observer. A Collection of Good Luck Pieces. around for its regular pressing. He evidently don't want to lose it, and as it has no apparent beauty or util ity, it must be 'good luck.' "This penny dated 1S88 has been in one of my customer's clothes for two years. One day my curiosity got the upper hand and I laid it aside and didn't return it with his clothes. The very next day he came in at the noon hour and inquired for the coin, giving the date and describing a mi croscopic scratch that I had not no ticed. I handed him the penny and in a burst of confidence he told me 'the why' of its preciousness. One day it was up to him to decide a deal quickly. He was up against it-- didn't know what was advisable. Should he sell or buy? He struggled with his indecision and in desperation he flipped the penny and it said sell. He sold and cleared a good margin. "That 1888 penny wanders from one suit to another, but it is never lost. I suppose that similar stories would explain the most of these buttons, bits of metal, knotted rubber bands and all the other pocket junk you see here. They are amulets. Yet we make sport of the ignorant heathen." In the pile were: A brass button from a soldier's uniform, a horse chestnut, a dozen coins, a baby's tooth, a dried bug, several pebbles and shells, an empty brass revolver cart ridge, a safety pin, a leaden bullet, a glass bottle stopper, several rings, ^ brass screw, three horseshoe nails, a shoe button, a woman's broken brooch, a medal and a tiny gold cross. Pathetic Note Left by Suicide. An^extraordinary letter was written by a man who committed sulfide, re cently, at Chalk, Eng.: "I have striven against this for a long time. Every hour has been a fight. I take the sim plest and surest way of getting out of a world where one is not wanted. I thank God that my wife and little ones are preserved from absolute want by the kindness of her friends. Where I have sown others have reaped. It is hard to pass out of life with all its hopes and endeavors un fulfilled, but better to release one's mind of all. I want to exonerate the man who sold me the poison. I ob tained it by false pretenses; the only false pretenses I have ever made. Let me ask my jury not to return a ver dict of temporary insanity, bvet let me give them a nice, new verdict, "Want of work." Prodigies in Fasting. A French girl, one Christina Mich- elot, when recovering from ti severe attack of fever, is said to have lived from November, 1751, to July, 1755, on water, "without any solid food of any description." Twenty years later Monica Mutchet- eria, a woman of Suabla, vhile suf fering from a complication of nervous disorders, subsisted for two years on a (Uetary of curds and wh^y and wa ter, and, to add to her discomfort, she ,was unable to sleep during the whole <^f this period; while in 17'i2, we learn (and we are simply quoting records of cases which appear to have been well attested), Ann Walsh, a 12-year-old girl of Harrogate, England, survived for 18 months on a dailv allowance of a third of a pint of w'.-ie and water. 2' • feSU • Physician Discards His Hat. Dr. Thomas L. Shearer, one of the most prominent physicians in Balti more, has decided to go hatless for the rest of his life and will try to In duce others to follow his example. Dr. Shearer holds that if men would only go retrehefcded a generation or two the baldheaded man would become a thing ol the past. Flarrie In Water. many. It is shown in the illustration. This apparatus Is a glass vessel and is nearly filled with water or other suitable transparent liquid. A flame, produced by liquid combustibles-- such as oil and compressed air--burns below the surface of the water. The air is led in through the larger and the combustible by the smaller pipe. At the left is an opening for admit ting the liquid and on the opposite side an overflow pipe. When the ap paratus is placed in a shop front or the like the flame burning within the liquid will cause attention at once. The apparatus can also be used for producing hot water for heating pur poses. HOME VS. THE CITY THAT 13 WHAT THE HOME-TRADE PROBLEM AMOUNTS TO. BET HAD LONG BEEN OFF. Experience of Two Cronies Stopped Using Tobacco. Who T. L. Heath, of Norway, Me., known In the Spanish war days as "Tim," tells this story of his wager with a lit erary man of the village. They had agreed to leave off smoking. The proposition was an agreement that a $10 note should be forfeited by the first one to smoke. This happened on Saturday. Monday morning things went badly in the Heath office, and disagreements cropped out at home. Saturday afternoon there came a lull in business so "Tim" dropped around to the neighbor's and sought him out in the library. From his pocket he drew a handful of Havanas, calmly lighted one, and as the smoke sifted through the sunlight he drew a crisp note from his pocketbook. "Here you go.. I'm satisfied," was all he said as he passed the ten to the literary man. f There was a smile, but no hand WHICH SIDE ARE YOU ON? If You Are 8endlng Your Dollars to the Mall-Order Houses You Art Battling Against the Home Town. (Copyrighted, by Alfred C. Clark.) A far seeing, provident business man will not pursue a policy which is subversive of his best interests. He will not destroy his own house, neither will he jeopardize his busi ness. He will observe the golden rule, not only in theory, but in prac tice, and its practical observation was never more needed than at the pres ent time. Men dream about the Golden Age" and yet, ofttimes pur sue a policy which renders the dawn of that age an impossibility. Within the horizon of every coun try resident there exists an evil which is yearly assuming greater propor tions. W e refer to the mail order business which last year amounted in money sent to Chicago alone to $200,000,000. Two hundred million dollars diverted from its legitimate channel. Two hundred million dol lars sent out to enrich those who were not needy, while those at home sorely in need of support were passed by coldly; the local trade was im poverished Just to that extent. This golden trade reviving stream should have remained within its own chan nel, thus enriching its own soil, and causing desert places to bloom and blossom. Many unemployed would have been engaged at living wages, households eowrttf la the feeder of the city. This is only partially true. That doc trine has been preached till the text is threadbare. It would bs much Wiser for men to get a new text and talk and work the country up, then allow the city, Including its mall or* . . -- der Octopus, to work its own prob- I stems ar® about 30 inches high, rays lems awhile. This, instead of being * Writer Truth. They are selfishness, would be the finest order I and of a Pale green, of common sense. A more marked feeling of brotherhood interest is saidly needed in the country on this particular point. The rural population complain of lack of facilities and conveniences; in order to obviate this, let $200,000,000 this coming year be disbursed among country merchants, among the hum bler storekeepers, then observe what will follow. The improvements would be marked. Social conditions would be greatly ameliorated. A new order would maintain in the home and over . the broad acres of the farm and best a few days the flaw laid in WHERE LINEN IS Ij/TApE. ' ®»*f«st the Center of the Trade of the Worjd. There Is nothing prettier than a neid of Irish flax in full bloom. The very On each stem is a flower in an ex quisite tone of blue; something be- tween a cornflower and a forget-me- not The little flower is not of a very- robust constitution. The petals soon fall, and then a seed pod forms which, when given time to do so, produces pities of- what we call linseed ( Ihln is the Celtic name for flax). But when the flax is grown for the manufacture of linen it is pulled up before the seed has had time to ma ture. After having been exposed to the of all, the social spirit of brotherhood would be felt as never before. Listen to these thoughtful words from Gov. Folk, of Missouri: "We are proud of our splendid cities, and we want to increase in wealth and population, azid we also want our country towns to grow. We wish the city merchants to build up, but also water, and during the fortnight that this process lasts the odious smell with which it fills the air is of a re markably powerful character. As the local guides say: "Shure it's just the flax fermintin'. It's a power ful smell entirely, but there's no dan ger In it., glory be to God." The soaking makes it easy to sepa- desire the country merchants to pros- rate the straw from the fibre by bruis- per. I do NOT BELIEVE in the mall ^ between rollers and then sus- order citizen. If a place is good j P®n<ling it through an opening in the enough for a man to live in and to top of a machine in which a horizon- make his moneKln, it is good enough I ^a^ ®baft with wooden blades revolves for a man to SPEND HIS MONEY at the rate of 250 times a minute, in. Patronize your own town papers, Parted forever are the fibre, flax and build them up, and they will build Ule straw, now tow. your town up in Increased trade and Next comes the spinning Into yarn, greater opportunities." done In immense mills, and after that These are the words of wisdom and 4116 yarn ls woven into the fabric foresight frcm a prudent,. patriotic Itself- Finally comes the bleaching, man. As it is to-day, these words are | w^en the linen is laid out on the green expnessive of the opposite of what should be in many a country district. The mail order citizen may, think he is gaining; the truth is hd is sawing U jnio 1 CHI/RC. field to be whitened by rain and sun and wind. These long strips of snow whiteness on the green turf surprise the stran ger. He thinks it some sort of top dressing, spread upon the land to fer tilize it. Belfast is the center of tho linen trade. The batteries of the catalogue houses are carrying destruction to the smaller cities and towns. Are you helping In this work of hurling destruc tion at the local schools, churches and industries? Are you assisting in the distribution of mail-order literature and sending ammunition in the way of home dollars with which they will continue the campaign? would have been cheered and hearts Puzzled the Post Office. The postal authorities of Rhode Island were puzzled a few weeks ago and being unable to find a solution for the case sent the matter to Washing ton, where it is still pending. Zebe Bradford Peterson, of the town of Rehoboth, Rhode Island, wanted to move his hen coop to another town, about ten miles distant. Having received a goodly price from a recent sale of farm products, he purchased $5 worth of five-cent stamps which he placed on the sides of the hen coop. When the collector came along he found the stamp-cov ered coop in front of a box, addressed. The wooden structure would not fit into his team. He was at a loss of what action to take so he returned to the village. The postmistress wired to one of the cities but they could not find a so lution for the difficulty. A message was sent to Washington asking for advice, but no one there seemed to know, while Peterson went into the village and wanted to know "if this was a free country or not," and "what was the matter with the postal system." reached out for the money. "Keep your money," the latter said. "To day makes exactly a week. Well, I've been owing you that banknote for just six days!" ' Strange Pets. A tollgate keeper at Wytham, near Oxford, England, has some strange pets which he exhibits. He places a piece of bread on the toe of his boot and whistles in a peculiar way. In stantly a dozen or more wild rats emerge from the bushes, eat the bread and at another whistle go back to their holes. The man places a piece of bread on his shoulder, whistles again, and this time numer ous sparrows and'finches appear. The gatekeeper says that the obedience of his feathered and furry pets is solely due to patience and kindness. Long-Llved Goldfinch. The longevity of ravens, geese and. several other birds ls well known, but it does not often fall to the lot of a cage bird to live to a great age. A goldfinch belonging to W. Gooj- win of Victoria Park, Dorchester, Eng land, furnished the exception to the usual rule by living till it was over 22 years old. The bird lately died from sheer old age. Old People's Village. There is a little village at the foot of the Litchfield mountains not far from Waterbury, Conn., in which scarcely a child ls to be seen. Prac tically all the residents are old peo ple who have been born and brought up in the little village and have never been further away than Waterbury, a distance of 25 miles. The inhabitants of this quaint semi-abandoned town number less than 75. Once upon a time It was a much larger and pros perous community, but, like many New England towns, it has been left to take care of Itself, while the farm ers moved to the nearby cities to en ter business Instead of devoting their energies to tilling the soli. The av erage age of the residents'now living there is in the neighborhood of the four-score mark. Adams' Tribute to Women. "The correct principle is that wo men are not only justified, but exhibit the most exalted virtue when thfey enter on the concerns of justice, of humanity and of their Ood."--John •Qtiiacy Adams. warmed; but no, it went to swell the dividends of surfeited, boastful city concerns. The live and let live doctrines was overlooked; its old-fashioned whole- someness was utterly disregarded. The country merchant would have been engaged in his daily struggle, instead of battling at long odds against ostracism, adversity, big bills and meager receipts. Think of $200,000,000, ye who cause the catalogue houses to flourish as the cedars of Lebanon, and the green bay tree; remember that their prosperity is at the expense of your brother, the local merchant, and local progress. Th6n ask this pertinent question: Can we afford to play the game longer; can we longer stultify local interests? This great evil affects every farm er, teacher and work hand, every home, every school, every church In every country community. It also touches the interests of the physician, preacher and pedagogue. It really robs the country merchant before^ his eyes, in a heartless way. He sees the freight yard crowded with consign ments to individuals from great cata logue houses, and sadly does he look at his country store with its stock accumulating, for want of trade, and thus decreasing in value every day. Sadly too does he look at the refuge of bankruptcy hourly being hastened because his townsmen prefer the cata logue house with its ubiquitous cir culars. Those train loads of goods were bought with money that should have found its way into the honest hand of your local me chant, who has the good of your loca'ity at heart, and who is expected to contribute liberally and continuously to very mora! and benevolent institution in your midst'. Then likewise remember this, that of all thei millions thus sent to swell the coffers of houses in great cities, not one cent will ever return to bless your community; to clothe the naked, to feed the hungry or to educate the ignorantI This Is certainly a misguided, ill- advised policy; if self preservation is the first law of nature, the fact just stated should cause lovers of this country to think. Continue this policy and what follows? JTho value of real estate , decreases, local improvements cease, material progress stops, the whole country suffers. The money of a community repre sents in a business sense just so much possibility, and every honest occupa tion is injured in proportion as that ls withheld or sent elsewhere. In a certain rural community, this official order and warning was issued: "Unless bad roads are fixed there will be no' rural delivery at all." It ls impossible to put roads in repair with out money. This lack of means can not be traced to poor crops, for the harvest just gathered in has been superabundant. Men cannot support and build up business concerns in dis tant cities without sacrificing the local good. Is it fair to establish the city by depriving the country of its Just support? Many hold forth the Idea that the The Servant Problem. A Washington man was telling some one of the trials of his wife, an excel lent housekeeper, with reference to the servant problem. Just about the a new girl broken to the ways of the house hold and he would bid fair to become a model servant, she would decamp or enter the service <)f a neighbor. One of these, a Mrs. B., had in curred the especial enmity of the first woman, for she had lately taken two servants from Mrs. Brown. One night in the winter Brown was aroused from his slumbers by queer sounds in the kitchen. "Burglars!" ho hoarsely whispered In the ear of his spouse, as he pre pared to tumble out of bed and pro ceed downstairs. "Edward," calmly observed the wife, "I'd give anything to possess your op timistic nature. Always looking on the bright side. I'll wager anything it's that odious Mrs. B-- woman try ing to get Mary away from me!" off the limb upon which he sits. Dis aster only can follow. The mail or- der citizen makes his money locally I -^e"the"~mistr7ss woul7'get and scatters it abroad in a field where it is not needed; this ls unfair to both the town and to its merchants. This shortsighted citizen complains of the size and character of his town paper, at the same time he pursues a policy which tends to destroy both. Then, publishers ought to be careful how they exploit and give publicity to the mail order houses; even if they are paid well for the space, it reacts dis astrously on the town's best pros pects. Let men stand by the local mer chant, let them protect his interests, for they thus further their own. The town that made the man should be made by the man. This is fair to all. Let men ponder well this truth, that we are all Interdependent; that the vein of brotherhood underlies the en tire social and commercial fabric. That together we stand or fall; that the good of the country demands loy alty and practical cooperation. ARTHUR M. FROWDEN. Father's Fond Hopes Dashed. "Times are changed," said Mark Twain, speaking of Washington. "I doubt if nowadays a man of Washing ton's unswerving integrity would be able to get on. "A rich lawyer after dinner the other night went into his den for a smoke. He took down from his piperack a superb meerschaum, a Christmas pres ent from his wife, but, alas, as he started to fill the pipe it came apart in his hands. The bowl had been broken in two and then carelessly stuck together. "With loud growls of rage the law yer rushed from his den and demand ed to know who had broken his new meerschaum. His only son, a boy of 11, spoke up bravely. " 'Father,' he said, 'I can not tell a lie. I did it.' "The lawyer praised the lad's Wash- ingtonian veracity, but that night on his pillow he groaned and went on terribly about the incident. " 'Reaven neTp me,' he said, it had been my life's dearest wish to rear up my son tov my own profession, but now--alas--alas--' " <®R Fortunate Men of Prominence. Admirers of great, rich or famous people often bestow their wealth upon the objects of their regard. The Ger man emperor heads the list of lucky ones so favored. His receipts in 'money and real estate during the last ten years would, it is said, make a millionaire envious. Following prece dent, a Hamburg merchant prince left more than $1,000,000 to the emperor's chancellor, whom Kaiser William im mediately created "Prince" Itoelow. William Jennings Bryan rt&ently came by wealth in the same way. In England Lord Allerton has received $100,000 irom an admirer of his public career and Dr. Jameson Inherits a sum one-fifth larger under the will of Mr Beit. Queen Victoria was very for tunate in her admirers, of whom the wealthiest was Nield, who bequoath«4 to her the sum of $1,250,000. What to Do After Eating. Should one lie down after meals, and, if so, should one sleep? Dr. Schule, an assistant of Baumler at Freiberg, has analyzed the contents of the stomachs of two normal sub jects removed several hours "after an identical test meal of bread and dis-' tilled water, followed in one instance by sleep, in the other by simple rest in a horizontal position, says the Lon don Post. Schule shows that sleep during digestion always results in weakening the motility of the stom ach and Increasing the acidity of the gastric juice, a fact attributed by him to thfe Irritation caused by the chyme's remaining adbnormally long in the stomach. He has also remarked that simple repose in a horizontal position, not accompanied by sleep, stimulates the gastric function without increas ing the acidity. Go Slow Young Men. Nicholas Murray Butler, president of Columbia, advises students against de ciding upon a vocation tco soon. Ac cording to Dr. Butler, a man should not go to college with any settled convictions as to what he is to do. Dr. Butler holds that college is the place to make such a decision. The oppor tunities there are so mar.y and varied that, according to the president, every man ought to~ find something to suit him. He implies that by the end of his senior year a man ought to have acquired eijpugh knowledge (o enable him to determine his right vocation. Changed His Tune. "My dear," murmured the sick man to his wife, "I am nearing the golden streets. I hear strains of sweetest music, unearthly in its beauty, I--*• "John," said his wife, "what you hear is a phonograph In the next flat." "So it is. Darn those people, any how. No consideration for their neigh bors. Go and tell 'em to stop that In fernal racket at once." "the Way of It. ^ Stella--Does she sew for charity? Bella--Yes, her husband will pro!> ably have to accept alms when tied- gown ls zpade.