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You did fool me, and 1 own up <to it; I thought you had some sense, 4K>me capacity; but you was only like. 3tim on the surface; you Jest got one or two little ways like his, that's all-- Dan'l J. now was good stuff all the way through, He might 'a* guessed Wrong on copper, but he'd V saved a get-away stake or borrowed one, and tie'd 'a' piked back fur Montana to make his pile right over--and he'd V made it, too--tliat was the kind of xuijn your pa was--he'd 'a' made it!" "I have save# a get-away stake." ^Your pa had the head, I tell you-- And the spirit--" "And, by God,'111 show you I've got the head. You think because I want­ ed to live here, and because I made this wrong play, that I'm like all these pinheads ybu've seen around here, I'll show you different!--I'll fool you.' "Now don't explode!" said the old man, wearily. "You meant well, poor •gllow--I'll say that fur you; you got a good heart. But there's lots of good tnen that ain't good fur anything in particular. You've got a good heart --yes--you're all right from the neck 4ftown." "See here," said Percival, more calmly, "listen: I've got you all into «b!s thing, and played you broke against copper; and I'm going to get you out--understand that?" The old man looked at hlnr pity­ ingly. "I tell you I'm going to get you out. Tm going back there, and get things in action, and I'm going to stay by them. I've got a good idea of these proper- •ties--and you hear me, "now--I'll fin­ ish with a bank roll that'll choke Red .Bank Canyon." Fouts knocked and*came in. "Now you go along uptown, Unclfe J»eter. I want a few minutes with Mr. Fouts, and I'll come to your place «t seven." The old man arose dejectedly. "Don't let , me interfere a minute with your financial operations. I'm too old a man to be around in folks' way." He .slouched out with his head bent. A moment later Percival remem­ bered his last words, also his refer­ ence to Blythe. He was seized with fear for what he might do in his despair. Uncle Peter would act quickly If his mind had been made up. He ran o^t into Wall street, and hurried up to Broadway. A block off on that crowded thoroughfare he saw the tall figure of Uncle Peter turning flntn the door of a saloon. He might Have bought poison. He ran the length of the blcck and turned in. Uncle Peter stood at one end of .the bar with a glass of creamy beer in front of him. At the moment Per­ cival entered he was inclosing a large •lab of Swiss cheese between two slices of rye bread. He turned and faced Percival, look­ ing from him to his scindwtch with vacant eyes. "I'm that wrought up and dis­ tressed, son, I hardly know what I'm doin'! -Look at me now with this Stuff in my hands." "I Just wanted to be sure you war® *11 right," said Percival, greatly re­ lieved. "All right,*' the old man repeated. "All right? My God--ruined! There's txothin' left to do now." He looked absently at the sand­ wich' and bit a generous semi-circle Into it. vi don't Bee how you can eat, Uncle Peter. It's so horrible!" "I don't myself; it ain't a healthy appetite--can't be--must be some kind of a fever inside of me--I s'pose --from all this trouble. And now I've come to poverty and want in my old age. Say, son, I believe there's jest one thing you can do to keep^me from goln' crazy." "Name it, Uncle Petar. to* bet I'U doit!" "Well, it ain't much--of course I wouldn't expect you to do all them things you was jest braggin' about back there--about goin' to work the proper­ ties and all that--you would do it if you could, I know--but it ain't that. All I ask is, don't play this Wall street game any more. If we can save out enough by good luck to keep us de­ cently, so your ma won't haVe to take hoarders, why, don't you go and lose that, too. Don't mortgage the One iGirl. I may be sort of superstitious, tout somehow, I don't believe Wall ctreet is your game. Course, I don't gay you ain't got a game--of some kind--but I got one of them presenti­ ments that it ain't Wall street." "I don't "believe it is, Uncle Peter-- I won't touch another share, and I won't go near Shepler again. We'll keep the One (Girl." He called a cab for the old man, and saw him stsrted safely off up-town. * .* V At the hotel Uncle Peter met Billy - - f; Brue flourishing an evening paper that - ^ flared with exclamatory headlines. t-7- : "It*? all in the papers, Uncle Peter!" ,V f -Dead broke! Ain't It awful, Billy!" 4 "Say, Uncle Peter, you said you'd raise hell, and you don© It. You done U £Qod^didn't your* ^ • , fgnny gmn Hfc* flirt littt tHalil flf:duu|M »n< MV right yours from Baltimore yon was teliln' me about, look **,*!». now. He didn't have aajildai lmt his own abil­ ity. He cotpld fell you every time what card yofc^as tonkin' about, and do a skirt daso* and give comic reci­ tations and Imitate a dog fight out in the back yard, and now he's married to one of the richest ladies in New York. Why couldn't you 'a' been learn- In* some of them clever things, so you oonld "a' married so mo good-hearted woman wita lots of money--but no--" Uncle Peter's tones were bitter to ex- cess-j*"you was a rich man's son and raised in idleness--and now, when the rainy day's come, you can't even take a white rabbit out of a stove-pipe hat!" To these senile maunderings Percival paid no attention. When they came into the crowd and lights of the Hign- tower. he sent the old man up alone. "You go, please, and break It to them, Uncle Peter, id rather not be there just at first.' Ill come along in a little bit." So Uncle Peter went, protesting that he was a broken old man arnd a eum- berer of Go a s green earth. Mrs. Bines and Psyche had that mo­ ment sat down to dinner. Uncle tsr*s manner at once alarmed them. "It's all oyer," he said, sinking into a chair.- m "Why, what's the matter, f?&cle Peter?'* . . \ "Percival has--" Mrs. Bines arose Quickly, trembling. "There--I just knew it--it's all over? --he's been struck by one of those ter­ rible automobiles--Oh, take me to where he Is!" "He ain't been run over--he's gone broke--lost all our money; every last cent." "He hasn't , hewi ru over and killed?" "He's ruined us, I tell you, Marthy --lost every cent of our money in Wall street." "Hasn't he been hurt at all?--sot even his leg broke or a big gash in his head and knocked senseless?" "That boy never had any sense. I tell you he's lost all our money;" "And he ain't a bit hurt--nothing the matter with him?" "Ain't any more hurt than you or me this minute." "You're not fooling his mother, Uncle Peter?" "I tell you he's alive and well, only he's lost your money and Pish's and mine and his own." Mrs. Bines breathed a long, trem­ bling sigh of relief, and sat down to the table again. "Well, no need to scare a body out of their wits--scaring his mother to death won't bring his money back, will it? If it's gone it's gone." "But ma, it is awful!" cried Psyche. "Listen to what Uncle Peter says. 9 ••never mind, my soar. ' J Self": is ^ « V x j * > .v* * \hz ; v v CHAPTER XXV. TOR KflfcWS BROKEN. WH«RWt?1PON AN ENGAGEMENT IS BROKEN. At seven Percival found Uncle Peter at his hotel, still hi abysmal depths of woe. Together they went to break the awful news te tne unsuspecting Mrs. Bines and Psycho. "j "If you'd only learned something uae- :V+' ful while you had the tafeance," began Oncle Peter, dismally, as they were \ driven to the Hightower, "how to do trtcks mHb xmjn* «r,:. h«»< m aiag We're poor! Don't you understand? Perce has lost all our money." Mrs. Bines was eating her soup de­ fiantly. . "Long's he's got his health," she be­ gan. "And me wlndin' up In the poor- house," whined Uncle Peter. "Think of it, ma! Oh, what ahall we do?" Percival entered. Uncle Peter did not raise his head. Psyche stared at him. His mother ran to him, satisfied herself that he was sound in wind and limb, that he had not treacherously donned • his summer underwear, and that his feet were not wet Then she led him to the table. 'Now you sit right down here and take some food. If you're all right, e v e r y t h i n g i s a l l r i g h t . " } . ; With a weak attempt* t£, hft old gayety he began: i i? ' > 'Really, Mrs. Crackenthorpq--" but he caught Psyche's look and had to stop. "I'm sorry, sis, clear into my banes. I made an ass of myself--a regular fool right from the factory." 'Never mind, my son; eat your soup," said his mother. And tt^n, w i t h h o n e s t i n t e n t t o c o m f o r t h l i : •Remember that saying of your pas. it takes all kinds of fools to make It world.'" "But there ain't any fool like a dajnn fool!" said Uncle Peter, shorty.' "I been a-tellin' him." "Well, you Just let him alone* you'll spoil his appetite, first thing you know. My son. eat your soup now, before it gets cold." "If I only hadn't gone in so heavy," groaned Percival. "Or, If I'd only got tied up In some way for a few weeks-- something I could tide over." "Yes," said Uncle Peter, with a cheerful effort at sarcasm, "it's always easy to think up a lot of holes you could get out of--some different kind of a hole besides the one you're in. That's all some folks can do when they get in one hole, they say: 'Oh, if I was only in that other one, now, how slick I could climb out!' I ain't ever met a person yet was satisfied with the hole they was in. Always some complaint to make about *eai." • ' "And I had a chance to gpt out a week ago." "Yes, and you wouldn't take It. of course--you knew too much--swellin' around here about beln' a Napoleon ot finance--and a Sheplor and a Wizard of Wall street, and all that kind of gtBC--and > i«i ; wottldn'i km Off and left you, that's what. I tell you, what some folks need is a breed, of chances that'll stand without hitch- in'." . .. Percival braced himself and began on his soup. "Never you mfcd, Uncle Peter. You remember what I told '-irou." "That takes* a different man from what yon are. It your pa was alive now--" "But What are we going to do?" cried Psyche. "First thing youH do," said Uncto Peter, promptly, "you go Write a letter to that beau of your'n, tellin' him it's all off. You don't want to let him be the one to break it because, you lost your money, do you? \ou go sign his release right this minute." Yes--you're right, Uncle Peter--I suppose it must be done--but the poor fellow really cares for me." Oh, of course," answered the old man, "it'll fairly break his heart. You do it just the same!" She withdrew, and presently came back with a note which she dispatched to Mauburn. Percival and his mother had contin­ ued their dinner, the former shaking his head between the intervals of the old man's lashings, and appearing to hold silent converse with himself. This was an encouraging sign. It is a curious fact that people never talk to themselves except triumphantly. In moments of . real despair we are inwardly dumb. But observe the hold­ ers of imaginary conversations. They are conquerors to the last one. They administer stinging rebukes that leave the adversary writhing. They rise to Alpine heights of pure wisdom and power, leaving him to flounder ignobly in the mire of his own fatuity. They achieve repartee the brilliance of which dazzles him to contemptible silence. If statistics were at hand we should doubtless learn that no man has ever talked to himself save by way of dem­ onstrating his own godlike superiority, and the tawdry impotence of all ob­ stacles and opponents. Percival talked to himself and mentally lived the next five years in a style that reduced Uncle Peter to grudging but imperative awe for his superb gifts of admluls^ tration. He bathed in this imaginary future as in the waters of omnipotence. As time went on he foresaw the shafts of Uncle Peter being turned back upon him with such deadliness that, by the time the roast came, his breast was swelling with pity for that senile Bcoffer. Uncle Peter had first declared that the thought of food sickened him. Prevailed upon at last by Mrs. Bines to taste the soup, he was soon eating as those present had of late rarely seen him eat. w 'Tain't a natural appetite, -lough," he warned them. "It's a kind jbf a mania before I go aU to pieces, I s'pose." *4, Nonsense! We'll have you all right In a week." said Percival. "Just re­ member that I'm going to take care of you." My son can do anything he makes up his mind to," declared Mrs. Bines --•"just anything he lays out to do." They talked until late into the night of what he should "lay out" to do. Meantime the stronghold of Mal­ burn's optimism was being desperate­ ly stormed. In an evening paper he had read of Percival's losses. The afternoon press of New York is not apt to understate the facts of a given case. The account Mauburn read stated that th# young western millionaire had beggared his family. Mauburn had gone to his room to be alone with this bitter news. He hart begun to face it when Psyche's note of release came. While he was ad­ justing this development, another knock came on his door. It was the same maid who had brought Psyche's note. This time she brought what he saw to be a cablegram. "Excuse me, Mr. Mauburn--now this came early to-day, and you wasn't in your room, and when you came in Mrs. Ferguson forgot it till just now." He tore open the envelope and read: "Male twins born to Lady Casselthorpe. Mother and sons doing finely. " "HINKIE." Mauburn felt the rock foundations of Manhattan Island to be crumbling to dust. For an hour he sat staring at the message. He did not talk to him­ self once. Then he hurriedly dressed, took the note and the cablegram," and sought Mrs. Drelmer. He found that capable lady gowned tor the opera. She received his bits of news with the afftomb of a resource­ ful commander. "Now, don't go seedy all at once-- you've a chance." "Hang it all, Mrs. Drelmer, I've not Life isn't worth living--" "Tut, tut! Death isn't, either!" "But we'd have been so nicely set up, even without the title, and now Bines, the clumsy ass: has come this infernal cropper, and knocked every­ thing on the head. I say, yon know, it's beastly!" "Hush, and let me think!** He paced the floor while his matri­ monial adviser tapped a white kidded foot on the floor, and appeared to read plans of new battle in a mother-of- p^arl fraper-knife which she held be­ tween the tips of her fingers. "f have it--and we'll do it quickly! --Mrs. Wybert!" Mauburn's eyes opened widely. "That absurd old Peter Bines has spoken to me of her three times lately. She's made a lot more money than she had in this same copper deal, and she'd a lot to begin with. I wondered why lie spoke so enthusiastically of her, and I don't see now, but--" "Well?" "She'll take you, and youll he as well set up as you were before. Listen. I met her last week at the Crltcbleys. She spoke of having seen you. I could see she was dead set to make a good marriage. You know she wanted to marry Fred Milbrey, but Horace and his mother wouldn't hear of it after Avice became engaged to Rulon bnep- ler. I'm in the Critchleys' box to-night and I understand she's to be thera Leave it to me. Now it's after nine, so along." rfTux.** (TO BE CONTINUF-r>.) ' /v i' n '.V* "• -iort of Monkey Trtek, A burglar forced his way into a who!* sale toy store in San Francisco and «tolf jomping-Jseka. e American as Host in Scottish Highlands gl" I' . 11 ' 'i ^ jg-' Many Sw&ptaons Shoo&g Lodges Over Which the Stars and Strip** Floafcrv^;J; i. i' .-a®* THE MAGIC LADDER* English moorland and Scottish glens are coming to hold more and more attraction for Americans and it is no uncommon sight as one traverses the country to see the stars and stripes floating side by side with the British Jack over some sumptuous shooting lodge which is peopled by Americans. During the shooting season these places are centers of social activities In which thfe Americans shine as hosts | and proVe that American hospitality in the picturesque mansions holds a peculiar charm. There is a growing appreciation of the beauty of English and Scottish country places, and while the hunting season is at its height, these hunting lodges are the center of a little world all their own. Life in a Scottish country house is different from that In an English abode. Train journeys are long, High­ land railways are slow, and although motors have done much, yet the drive from the station often means a matter of many miles. A shooting Invitation to Scotland often implies a visit of several weeks, and the familiar Mon­ day to Thursday, or Tuesday to Sat­ urday, of English country house par­ ties is unknown north of the Tweed. Every arrangement is therefore made to suit the business on hand. Mrs. Letter at Tulloch Castle, near Inver­ ness, haB placed motors at the dis­ posal of her guests, and several very successful fishing and shooting ex­ cursions have been made. Lady Suf­ folk, her daughter, is a capital shot, and on several occasions has joined some of the neighboring shooting par­ ties and brought down a very credit­ able number of birds to her gun. Henry Phipps of Pittsburg occupies Glenuich, a grand place they call a gracefully, and her little son, Lord Uffington, promises to be one of the most expert two-sword dancers in In­ verness-shire. Young Mrs. Bradley Martin has had many lessons In the eightsomes and Strathspey reels, but she has not been able to attain the proficiency of either Miss Grace or Mrs. Jay Phipps. Scotch architecture has an interest of its own and defies classification. The material is gray stone, and its special features are narrow windows and pointed towers tapering like spires, with walls of vast thickness and an inner court, and often quaint stairways and secret passages. High Cliffe Castle, the Scotch home of Mrs. George Cavendish Bentinck, who was Miss Livingston, of Staatsburg, N. Y., ia a splendid specimen of the Bchool. Some one has said that in London you meet the best people, but do not see them at>their best.. In Scotland this is not the case. In the Highlands one associates with the same salt of the earth, but the open-air life and healthy amusement bring out the best and brightest in character and tempera­ ment At High Cliffe Castle Mrs. Cav­ endish Bentinck lives the life of the people and follows the customs of the country roundabout. Breakfast is an early meal and dinner often a late one, being put off till nine o'clock on account of the uncertain return of the shooters. Late hours at night are not the rule, as even the youngest guests are too tired out for dancing or for bridge. The women enthusiastically share the amusements of men; they walk with the guns, shoot straight, ride, drive, motor, and can cast a fly with the hast, and they lunch with the A Trick Which the Little Tots Can Perform. Have yon seen a "strong m*n" do tricks? Here is a trick you can do on a small scale which will make a very little paper ladder. Take a strip of paper about 24 inches long by six wide. Roll it loosely but evenly, so that your thumb (if you are a little chap) or your forefinger (If you are a grown-up) will slip easily into the roll. Press the roll flat and with sharp scissors cut out a piece as marked by dotted line whilh will make the roll look boat-shaped. Then press the center of the bottom of the JT Charlton House, home of Count and Countess of Suffolk, who was Miss Daisy Leitsr. lodge tor oonrteay sake, not far from Inverary. ..Dinner in a Scotch house is always a brilliant affair, but the craze for the real Scottish dancep, with the pipers playing, is more In vogue this year than ever before. At Glenoich Mr. Phipps has followed the fashion of his native neighbors, and reels and flings. have afforded the chief amusement for all hlB guests every night after dinner. The old pipers line up in the great hall, and the men In kilts lead out the daugh­ ters of the host and the other Ameri­ can girls staying there. The Hon. Mrs. Frederick Guest, the oldeBt of the Phipps daughters, is the best dancer of the lightsome reel, while Mrs. Jay Phipps has mastered the in­ tricacies of the Strathspey dance bet­ ter than any of her rivals for Scottish dance honors. Always the most lis­ some figure in the great ballroom has been Miss Gladys Grace, the youngest and only unmarried daughter of M. P. Grace of Battle Abbey. She has mas­ tered all the Highland jigs, reels, and flings, and is a much-sought-for part­ ner in these graceful dances. Mr. Phipps' house parties embrace the highest Scotch nobility, and Miss Grace has been the constant partner of Lord Lovat, who is one of the best sword dancers in all Scotland. He is highly fastidious about his choice of partners, and is at no pains to conceal that he has a strong preference for Miss Grace. As head of the Frasers he wears the tartan of his clan, and he and his charming little American partner make a most graceful appear­ ance as they swing about the ballroom in the Highland dances. Miss Grace has only just emerged from her school frocks, and has not yet made her maiden curtsey at Buckingham Pal­ ace. The Duchess of Roxburghe, who was Miss May Goelet, has taken a series of lessons from an old piper at Dunbar, but has not yet mustered up courage enough to attempt any of the reels or flings in the Glenoich ball­ room. Lady Craven, daughter of Bradley Martin, dances the reels very sportsmen on the moors or la a keep* er's lodge according to the weather. A shooter's luncheon is a luxurious meal, with meat entrees and game, kept warm by hot-water dishes; sweets, ices, fruit, Uquers, claret and champagne cup. Oatmeal is much to the fore in the form of oatcakes, as well as hot porridge for breakfast, Scotch soup, hotch-potch, and mutton broth as stock, duly seasoned, with vegetables. Haggis--the national dish --is compounded of sheep's heart, lungs, and liver chopped up with Suet, onions, and oatmeal, well boiled and strongly seasoned--a savory dish with a taste more decided than delicata Breakfast and five o'clock tea are both good square meals In Scotland. To Burn Wood or Fuel. Quite a number of years ago the schoolhouse in what is called the East district in South Coventry, Ct., had got rather out of repair, so they took hold and fixed it up in good shape. After the work was done some one proposed to buy a coal stove and heat with a coal fire instead of wood, but that met with so much opposition that they had to call a school meeting to settle the question by a vote of the district The meeting was held, accordingly, with a full house, and Uncle Stephen Hall was chosen chairman. Before he put a question he said: "It seems that we have got into a little dispute ^bout how the schoolhouse shall be heated, and that is the object of this meeting, and j&ow, gentlemen," said he, "the question before the house is whether we shall burn wood or fuel." William Flinn, the Pittsburg Repub­ lican leader, is suffering from a dis­ ease which physicians diagnose as "automobile heart." Mr. Flinn, who is worth about •15,000,000, for a long time has spent most of his leisure hours in motoring about the city, and doctors say his present ailment has been produced by the constant vibra- toins of the machine as it passes over cobblestones. FLIES CLOGGED THE CLOCK. The extraordinary behavior of the railway station clock at Wolferton, which has been puzzling the officials for several days, was discovered the other day to be due to a still more ex­ traordinary cause, reports the London Daily Express. Wolferton is the sta­ tion for Sandringham, and is some­ what more pretentious than other places of its size. The station is equipped with a magnificent electric clock, with four faces, and until its fall from grace a few days ago it had a high reputation for veracity among the villagers. 1 Even when it went wrong the peo­ ple would have accepted its evidence against that of all the other clocks in the place, If it had only agreed with itself in its mendacity; but when one face declared that it was 4:30 and an­ other brazenly insisted that it was 4.35, while the other two agreed on 4:25, it was evident that even the Wolferton clock's reputation could not overcome such a discrepancy* In addition to this, there was the flight circumstance that every other clock in town with any pretension to accuracy said that the time was 4:45. The cause of all the trouble was dis­ covered the other day, and the clock's reputation was vindicated. An elec­ trician was sent for, and when he climbed up to the top of the towej he found that the Interior of the clock was choked with thousands of flies, dead and alive. Every sort of fly, from the humble house variety to the portly bluebottle, was represented, and fresh regiments and battalions were arriving mo­ mentarily, while a cloud of hungry wasps, which have been a plague in the district for weeks'past, was feast­ ing on the flies. The explanation of it all was that the flies had discovered that the in­ terior of the west face of the clock was an excellent place for a sun bath. The convex glass concentrated the sun's rays, and raised the tempera­ ture inside the clock face to 108 de­ grees. The flies reveled in this warmth, and their presence was soon discovered by the was^ wh|ch tacked them Hen*Ur. > ' • :SH Bhowlng How It ia Made. little boat below B up and A and C down, and make a sharp crease at B.- Then holding the ends A and C lightly in the left hand, grasp one fold of the paper at B out of the broken roll and keep on pulling gently and firmly until the ladder is complete. The sides of the . ladder should be even, so that It may be shut up again, like a telescope. A little practice will make perfect in this and amuse little people and big. The "strong man" does this with an enormous roll of paper Which he tears with his fingers, instead of using scissors. The Speedy Pat. Two Irishmen, just over from the old country, joined the army.. One day they were cleaning the cannon and Mike said: "Pat, let's see how this shoots. You stand in front and catch the ball whin it comes out and we can put it back, and nobody will Iver know we fired at all." So Pat stood In front at the mouth and Mike fired the cannon. When the officers heard the report they came running to see what the disturbance was about. Mike told them he and Pat just fired the can­ non to see how it worked, and they asked where Pat was, to which he re­ plied: . "If he comes back as quick M he wlnt, he'll be here directly." "HOW I POOLED MY BOtlf ] 8tory of a Young Man Who Cheat*# ; Himself of Success * X)n a street car recently I overheari-v V a fine-looking young man of twenty-one telling two companJfllB# J. how he managed to cheat bis eap- t ployer out of as lour and a halfis : time every day for over a year. TMl"'• is the substance of what he said: He was out a great deal with boys and got, on an average, only about five and a half hours' sleep night This not being sufficient, managed to sleep an hour and a halt each day during business hours. He went on to describe a large door ̂ j ..situated just back of the private of- % flee in the store, which, when op>H» .j cut off quite a little corner of sjmmmr % in such a way that he could seclwdfr:;'? himself there without danger of seen. In this secluded corner, seatmdT. in a chair, he took a nap of as hotsr '-" j and a half each day. Several of the other clerks knew 4j about this retreat, and they took during the day, so that some one of | them was resting or sleeping Uttr* most of the day. One of his companions aaked tfc» young man how he managed to aveiC i f| detection. He replied that the || .opened into a passageway, and -jM never closed in the daytime; that titos I boss never had occastkra to look ;1 bind it, and that he would no* be J likely to miss one clerk aiming so many; and that even if he did, these Ji was always someone who would glwo 'l the signal. So together the yonag; men managed to cheat their employ^"|| out of the equivalent of one man's entire time. ' 1 had been admiring this yvsag man's striking appearance befOg* fee told his story. He had a iplwii ^ head, and a very strong face, ant I >'i had said to myself, "How I stt I could tell that young man what gieat j| possibilities are before him If Ml' la v only equal to his opportunity." Til j on the very threshold of his career he was systematically cheating his eo^f |§ ployer, and glorying in his cievernese in doing it There are tens of thousands of wmm, in the great failure army to-day, wfco*. thought they were getting the of their employer in ther days because they clipped their shirked their work, says O. S. Mar#1 in Success Magazine. They thoaght they were going to get o*' In the world just as you do; hot^ before they realized it, they had fas­ tened upon themselves the habit -f|| cheating, or deceiving, until they graftr ually became so dishonest that not only were not promoted, but lost their positions as well, or, they started in business for selves, lost their credit, their ing, the confidnce of others gradualy went to the wall, or In the penitentiary. -*wi DANCING BALLS. Amusing and Mystifying at Small Expense. Reeefta War.ted It Short. When Archbishop French was dean of Westminster he delegated Canon Cureton to preach o9 certain saints' days to boys of the Westminster Bchool. The boys attended the service and then had the rest of the day as a holiday. While Mr. Cureton, on the morning of the day he was to officiate, was looking over his sermon at the breakfast table, his son asked in a tone vibrating with anxiety, "Father, is yours a long sermon to-day?" "No, Jimmy, not very." "But how long? Please tell me." "Well, about 20 min­ utes, I should say. But why are you so anxious to know?" "Because, father, the boys say they will thrash me awfully if you are more than half tt hour."' Not a Fair Deal* Two boys who managed to be rather unruly in school so exasperated their teacher that she requested them to re­ main after hours and write their names 1,000 times. They plunged into the task. Some 15 minutes later one of them grew uneasy and began watching his companion in disgrace. Suddenly the first one burst out with despair between his sobs and said to the teacher, " 'Taint fair, mum! His name's Bush and mine's Schlutter- meyer."--Ladies' Home Journal. Mud Pies. Baby Meg was supposed to be say­ ing her piece of poetry to her father, relates the Boston Post "Little drops of water, little grains of sand, make--," she lisped, but just then she flew off to catch the kitten, so at last her father said: "Come, come, Meg, what do they make?" "Mud pies," said Meg, who had quite forgotten the rest of the verse. Oct a wide-mouthed bottle, by a hollow cork, in which is ins the pipe of a small glass funnel means of sealing-wax make and water-tight all the crevices might leak, both between funnel cork and between cork and bottle. Half fill the bottle with water, throw in the two powders that atlli used to make seltzer water, tartaate acid and bicarbonate of soda, may be bought at a drug store for use. Effervescence will at take place, throwing off carbonic gas, and this will escape through funnel. But if you have placed within funnel two or three little ball* at! •a|«*«t aw 1 •» «* *• «*110*: Making the Balls Dance • elder pith, or even of cock, the cannot escape Except at intervals, as one ball is- liftetf from the another will drop down ta cks|». By painting these balls in colors, you may produce effect. The effect may be made more tiful, says the Chicago Daily Xe cutting tissue paper in the form butterfly's wings and gluing one of the balls. The bells, wiK up and down in the funnel imitation butterfly will guttar over a lower. , Naming Hindoo Babi A Hindoo baby's name la chosen by the mother, and hM| 12 days after birth. S01 father wishes another than that selected by the that case the names are over each is placed a lamp, name over which the brightest is the mate which the receives. Call for the Real Thing. "Big app.e" stories reach every day. but somehow never accompany the M 4lla4 - .1 ' ^ J « K - j H ' * •*&:. ' | > AsKi.* I 1 ' 'V ,,.^.1 , -Ik. «>aii in tsfe' • t , < • *\ "f'Iv ' Px 1 .% 1 LA,_aii .. > Ar-0