anaheim-gazette 1904-08-11

Suppose By KEITH GORDON Copyright; 1903, by T. C. McClure The saffron radiance of the electric lights that bloomed as yellow rosebuds on the walls flooded the balcony. Here and there a lamp with a red shade glowed like a carbuncle. From the palp room below the aroma of black coffee greeted the nostrils delicately. One of the musicians trailed his hands over the keys of the piano and at the sound the violins adjusted their instruments with affectionate care. The men at the bass viol, cello and flute stood at attention, and in another moment the music began again. It seemed to roll through the place in waves, the thin edges of which went curling through the open doors and out into the darkness of the street, where the passersby slackened their steps to listen. The half dozen persons who sat in the balcony listening succumbed even more completely to its charm. "Lovers—lovers everywhere!" murmured Agnes Jennings mirthfully as her gaze wandered idly over the scene before her. Her companion's answering smile was somewhat abstracted. While she had been watching the others he had been watching her. It was a habit he had acquired, and it was particularly in moments like this, when her head was thrown back against the chair, her eyes were touched with dreaminess and the shadowy smile was quivering on her lips. There were, indeed, two absorbed couples near them, and Richardson obediently pretended to be interested in them. Of the older pair, the man was of the stout, flushed, prosperous type so common in our cities, "I'm as good as you are," was written in every line of his face. But as he gazed at the woman beside him, who was oppressively pink of cheek, bright of eye and black of hair, you saw that he made one exception. For the moment he was an idealist and she was his ideal! In some clumsy, speechless way he showed husky. It was a full second before he could recover his vein of light railery. "Suppose that I should say all this and much more that I can think of to you, here and now, to the accompaniment of this bewitching music. Could you sit and listen unmoved? Wouldn't there be some change in your expression and in mine by which a curious person who was looking on might discover that all the world loves? And—would we care very much?" He was leaning forward, his strong, muscular hands clasped loosely before him, a whimsical smile on his lips. With a thrill of triumph he saw that she was not listening unmoved even to the supposition. But she kept a bold front. "Do I seem to be melting?" she inquired, with a touch of defiance which comported ill with the tumultuous beating of her heart and a most annoying feeling of tremulousness about the lips. It was too absurd. But at least he should not know how embarrassed she was. Then he proceeded calmly with his odious suppositions. "But that was not all. Suppose that I should tell you that, though I love you as a man can love but once, though you are to me the scent of the roses, the sweetness of music, the dearest joy of life, I am honor bound to another. Would there be anything to show that you care?" Slowly the color faded from her face. She realized it, but she could not help it, for she felt still and cold and motionless. Then, almost piteously, her eyes sought his. Triumph and gladness were visible there. His look was caress. The place, the music, the people momentarily vanished from her consciousness. She felt as if they were alone in the world—a fuller, happier world than she had ever before dreamed of. His low, pleased, tantalizing laugh recalled her. Her cheeks went scarlet and her eyes blazed. "Agnes, Agnes!" he admonished, using her first name without a sign of apology, precisely as if he intended using it always in the future. "Beware, my dear girl! If those others," nodding toward the couples whom she had so lately criticised, "were less absorbed in their own affairs, I am afraid they would be justified in thinking that we are having a lovers' quarrel." "You wretch!" she said at last. It really seemed the only thing to do—to smile and make the best of it. Then her glance strained to the others. It THE ROAD TO SUCCESS. Wenk Men Magnify While Strong Men Overcome All Obstacles. The young man who, after making up his mind what he wants to do in the world, begins to hunt up obstacle in his path, to magnify them, to brood over them until they become mourn tains and then to wait for new ones to develop, is not a man to take hold of great enterprises. The man who stops to weigh and consider every possible danger or objection never amounts to anything. He is a small man, man for little things. He walks around obstacles and goes as far as he can easily, but when the going gets hard stops. The strong man, the positive soul who has a programme and who is determined to carry it out, cures his way to his goal regardless of difficulties. It is the wobbler, the weak kneed man, the discouraged man, who turns aside, who takes a crooked path to his goal. Men who achieve things who get things done, do not spare time haggling over perplexities or worrying whether they can overcome them. A penny held close to the eye will shut out the sun. When a man lies down on the ground to see what ahead of him, a rock may hide a moistain. A small man holds petty cultures so closely in view that great objects beyond are entirely shut off of sight. Great minds keep their eyes on the goal. They hold the end persistently in view and it looks grand and desirable that the interstate steps no matter how perplexing are of comparatively little importance. The great man asks but does not question, "Can the thing be done?" "How many difficulties will I across?" If it is within the reach possibility all hindrances must be pushed aside. O. S. Marden in Success. THE WONDERFUL SUN. Some of the Things We Know About That Mysterious Star. A very wonderful and in some speects mysterious object is the sun typical star, the nearest one, and no far away as to prevent us from straying it in detail, and yet presenting ditions so different from those we obtain in our laboratories that they considerable extent it defies our sonings and renders our conclusions merely conjectural. Certain facts, however, have been tabulated beyond any possible data There were, indeed, two absorbed couples near them, and Richardson obediently pretended to be interested in them. Of the older pair, the man was of the stout, flushed, prosperous type so common in our cities. "I'm as good as you are," was written in every line of his face. But as he gazed at the woman beside him, who was oppressively pink of cheek, bright of eye and black of hair, you saw that he made one exception. For the moment he was an idealist and she was his ideal! In some clamsy, speechless way he showed that he felt that he wasn't so good as she—that he aspired, that he loved. "He has forgotten that he's the successful Tim O'Donohue," remarked Richardson laughingly. "He has forgotten how he started with a pickax and spade and now wears a diamond in his shirt front—he has forgotten everything but her." He finished the sentence as if he were speaking to himself, and his companion paid him the tribute of lingering glance in which a question mark was barely perceptible. Then she returned to her derisive contemplation of the lovers once more. "The they certainly are naive," was her next comment, as with a droll smile she watched the other couple—a slender girl with sweet blue eyes and a lordly youth with a reassuring breadth of shoulder and crisp dark hair. The blue eyes were gazing up at him as if he were a godling, as in fact he looked. "The cunning things!" ejaculated Miss Jennings softly, as the youth's hand gently touched the girl's as it lay on the arm of the chair. "S-h-h, don't move!" she cautioned, as Richardson shifted his position to get a better glance of them. "You'll attract their attention, and then they will sit up stiff and straight and talk of the weather." Apparently they were oblivious to the people about them as well as to the laughing scrutiny turned upon them, as they sat gazing blissfully into each other's eyes. "Now, what do you suppose they see there?" drawled Richardson, going back to his interrupted contemplation of Agnes' profile. She laughed lightly. "Everything floating in a rose colored mist. Nothing but joy, joy, joy! Invisible music—and always themselves together and happy," she hazarded. "It's a bit cruel to think how different it will really be, isn't it?" As she turned toward him with a look grown pensive, Richardson was filled with a sudden optimism. "It may come true. You can't tell!" There was something vaguely suggestive in his tone, and Miss Jennings looked again. She was half inclined to believe—but no! The music stopped. The youth's dark head was bent toward the girl, and he was murmuring to her in low, muffled tones. The man, whose appearance suggested contracts shrewdly and profitably carried through, was making a palpable effort to say something that was determined not to be said. He shifted in his chair, and the red of his face grew darker, while his companion chatted composedly—too composedly, Richardson thought, as his speculative glance came home to the lady at his side. His low, pleased, tantalizing laugh recalled her. Her cheeks went scarlet and her eyes blazed. "Agnes, Agnes!" he admonished, using her first name without a sign of apology, precisely as if he intended using it always in the future. "Beware, my dear girl! If those others," nodding toward the couples whom she had so lately criticised, "were less absorbed in their own affairs, I am afraid they would be justified in thinking that we are having a lovers' quarrel." "You wretch!" she said at last. It really seemed the only thing to do—smile and make the best of it. Then her glance strayed to the others. It was a trifle more sympathetic than before. O'Donohue, as they had named him, sat silent, uncomfortable, happy. The godling and the blue eyed girl were talking, but were perhaps saying more with their eyes than with their lips. "Might I have the honor of your attention?" pleaded Richardson's voice meekly. She turned toward him, trying hard to look serious, but the corners of her mouth wavered. "Suppose"—the voice was a bit breathless—"suppose I were to tell you that the first part was true—terribly true—the part about my caring for you?" he questioned. "The rest, of course, was nonsense." Little waves of color swept over her face and disappeared in the duskiness of her hair. She gave him one quick glance, and her lids covered her eyes and shut out their message. In the convenient shadow of the chair his big brown hand closed over hers with a touch—gentle, firm, supreme. There were three pairs of lovers, but, alas, no audience! In the "Memoirs of Henry Villard" the author tells of the time Lincoln spoke to him of the growth of his ambition since the days when he was clerking in a country store, and his greatest desire politically was to be a member of the state legislature. "Since then, of course," he said laughingly. "I have grown some, but my friends got me into this business (meaning the canvass). I did not consider myself qualified for the United States senate, and it took me a long time to persuade myself that I was. Now, to be sure," he continued, with another of his peculiar laughs. "I am convinced that I am good enough for it; but, in spite of all, I am saying to myself every day,' 'It is too big a thing for you; you will never get it.' Mary (Mrs. Lincoln) insists, however, that I am going to be senator and president of the Uited States too." "The these last words," adds Mr. Villard, "followed with a roar of laughter, with his arms around his knees and shaking all over with mirth at his wife's ambition." Just think," he exclaimed, "of such a sucker as me as president!" Acute Vision of Birds. Birds have a very acute vision, perhaps the most acute of any creature, and the sense is also more widely diffused over the retina than is the case with man. Consequently a bird can see sideways as well as objects in front of it. A bird sees showing great A very wonderful and in some spects mysterious object is the sun typical star, the nearest one, and no far away as to prevent us from staring it in detail, and yet presenting it ditions so different from those we obtain in our laboratories that they considerable extent it defies our sonics and renders our conclusions merely conjectural. Certain facts, however, have been tablished beyond any possible danger and must necessarily form the foundation of all reasonable theories or opinions. We know, for instance, that its distance from the earth is very close 93,000,000 miles; that its diameter about 866,500 miles, or 109% times of the earth, and its bulk about 1000 as great. We know also that its mass is about 330,000 that of the earth and that sequentially gravity upon its surface about 27½ times as powerful as a man who here weighs 150 pounds would weigh more than two tons on the sun, and there a squirrel would be able to jump any more friskily an elephant here. Experiments with burning glass make it certain that the effective permeation of the sun's surface takes a whole (doubtless the actual temperature varies widely at different points) is much above any which we canduce by artificial means. Not even electric furnace can rival it. Carrythe sun and kept there for a few only; the earth would melt and into vapor. The estimated temperature is about 12,000 degrees F., but can be regarded as exact—Prof Charles A. Young in Harper's Weekly COINCIDENCES. The Odd Ways In Which They Come About In This World A story is being told of a man ing toys on a London pavement taking in a lady who bought from his own daughter. Stranger men have been recorded. Late one two men who had been dining late Duke of Edinburgh at Butham palace set out for their club paused for a moment at a cross Pall Mall. It was very late, and was falling, but there at the cross was a tiny boy plying his broom asking alms. One of the two man who never could resist supe appeal. He stopped to question child. How came he to be there late an hour, seemingly so frie and destitute? The boy answered he was, as he seemed uttertute. He had walked to London a town on the south coast. And have you really no friend relations in the world?" asked his name—literally interrogator. "Well, sir, it same as if I hadn't" replied that "I have a brother, but I shall not him again. I don't even know alive. He's a sailor, and I seen him for a long time." At this second man, who had not as yet seen interest. "What's brother's name, little man?" asked "His name is——" The music stopped. The youth's dark head was bent toward the girl, and he was murmuring to her in low, muffled tones. The man, whose appearance suggested contracts shrewdly and profitably carried through, was making a palpable effort to say something that was determined not to be said. He shifted in his chair, and the red of his face grew darker, while his companion chatted composedly—too composedly, Richardson thought, as his speculative glance came home to the lady at his side. "Isn't it odd," said she, breaking the silence, "that they are so unconscious? They don't seem to notice us—to think that perhaps we are watching them. Fancy forgetting everything like that!" Her listener's eyes seemed to be reduced to mere points. He felt oddly netted at her words and as quick as a flash decided to make an experiment. Was she really so cold and impersonal as she seemed? Well, it was decreed that he should find out some time, and this was perhaps as good a time as any. "My dear girl," he began in a fatherly tone, "it is only in the shadows that one thinks of the opinion of the public. Don't you know that in the real moments of life, the moments that mean something, one cares as little about the public as about the leaves on the trees? Don't you know that it must be so?" She opened her lips to protest, but he gave her no chance to speak. "Now, put yourself in the place of these people here. Suppose"—he managed to fling a word of teasing sarcasm into his words—"suppose, for instance, that I, here and now, should tell you that I love you; that I've loved you since the day we met for the first time; that I cannot and will not live without you; that"— He stopped abruptly in order to take a fresh start. Something—urgent, earnest, appealing—and crowded the mockery out of his voice. It had the ring of appeal. It sounded far too much in earnest. He called the mockery to his aid once more and resumed. "What if I should tell you that I would rather have your love than the power of a king or the wealth of a Croesus; that I should count it fine and wonderful beyond all imagining, a moment to die for, if I could read in your eyes that you love me, that some day you will be my wife?" His voice had become provocingly "These last words," adds Mr. Villard, "he followed with a roar of laughter, with his arms around his knees and shaking all over with mirth at his wife's ambition. 'Just think,' he exclaimed, 'of such a sucker as me as president!'" Acute Vision of Birds. Birds have a very acute vision, perhaps the most acute of any creature, and the sense is also more widely diffused over the retina than is the case with man. Consequently a bird can see sideways as well as objects in front of it. A bird sees, showing great uneasiness in consequence, a hawk long before it is visible to man. So, too, fowls and pigeons find minute scraps of food, distinguishing them from what appear to us similar pieces of earth or gravel. Young chickens are also able to find their own food, knowing its position and how distant it is as soon as they are hatched, whereas a child only very gradually learns either to see or to understand the distance of objects. Several birds, apparently the young of all those that nest on the ground, can see quite well directly they come out of the shell, but the young birds that nest in trees or on rocks are born blind and have to be fed. The Big Bell of Burma. One of the sights of the Shwe Dagone pagoda in Burma is a gigantic bell of bronze, weighing forty-two and a quarter tons and said to be the third largest bell in the world, the largest being in Moscow and the next largest in Mingin, also in Burma. After conquering Burma the British undertook to carry the great Rangun bell to Calcutta as a trophy, it dropped it overboard in the Rangun river, where it defied all the efforts of the engineers to raise it. Some years later the Burmese, who had not ceased to mourn its loss, begged to be allowed to recover it. Their petition was granted, and by attaching to it an incredible number of bamboo floats the unwieldy mass of metal was finally lifted from its muddy bed and triumphantly restored to its place. The Death Penalty A little thing sometimes results in death. Thus a mere scratch, insignificant cuts or puny bolls have paid the death penalty. It is wise to have Bucklen's Arnica Salve ever handy. It's best Salve on earth, and will prevent fatality when Burns, Sores, Ulcers and Piles threaten. Only 25c, at W. B. Hutchinson's drug store. late an hour, seemingly so frightened and desistitute? The boy answered he was, as he seemed, utterly tute. He had walked to London a town on the south coast. "And have you really no friend relations in the world?" asked his interrogator. "Well, sir, it same as if I hadn't," replied thereto him again. I don't even know what alive. He's a sailor, and I seen him for a long time." At the second man, who had not as yet seen interest. "What's brother's name, little man?" he asked. "His name is — , sir, and a signalman in the Bellerophon he's been away so long he must forgotten me." "Good heavens claimed his second questioner... that's the name of my own sign... and a fine young fellow he is; now I notice there is a strong link between him and the boy." The er was the commander of the Phon. The boy had been granted rights over the crossing for one night; his first questioner was only man in a million who would stop in the pouring rain to quail a crossing sweeper; his company almost the only man in the world could have attested the truth lad's story. It is only necessary add that the two good hearted took the boy in hand and saw being made into as good a sailor brother.—St. James Gazette. WISDOM OF NOVELIST If you want to impress foolishness must respect their prejudices—ny Hope. Success in life rests upon one's gift—the secret of the entry into other man's mind to discover passing there.—Seton Merriman. To smoke a fine cigar, after dinner, with a good friend, is a near heaven on earth as the man will ever find south of the John Bain. There is nothing more fatal than critical career than brilliantitus and spirited orations. A man's words, like butchers should be well weighed—John Hobbes. A young man thinks that he mortals is impervious to love; the discovery that he is in it alters his views of his own life. It is thus not unlike a rainy bone—J. M. Barrie. A MILLIONAIRE'S SYMPATHY Refused Old Friend Loan of $5, but Started Him Anew In Life. "A man whom I know well, one who had once been a prosperous business man in St. Louis, but who had met reverses, walked into the office of one of our western millionaires and asked the loan of $5," said a Missouri congressman. "The man seeking the favor had been a close friend of the millionaire before he had become immensely rich. The unfortunate one went to the other in fear and trembling, dreading to be turned down, for he knew that the news of his taking to drink had reached the ears of his old time friend. "He was greeted with cordiality, however, and plucked up heart to ask for the money. Immediately the millionaire's demeanor changed. 'No,' said he, 'I can't let you have $5.'" "I hardly expected you would,' replied the supplicant, 'but thought that maybe for our former friendship you might do me that little favor. However, it does not matter. When a man's luck deserts him he can get no assistance from any quarter,' and with an air of absolute dejection he turned to leave the office. "No, I won't give you what you want, but wait here a few minutes,' and the millionaire went into his private room and held a brief conversation with one of his employees. In a quarter of an hour the clerk returned and held out a big, fat envelope to the miserable being. The latter, hardly realizing that any one should send him a communication, broke the cover and inside found five brand new $100 bills and a railway ticket to St. Louis, with berth or parlor car. On seeing these and realizing that the man whom he supposed would not let him have $5 had been his benefactor, the recipient of this unexpected generosity broke down and cried like a child. "There is not much more to the story except that with the money the man went to his old home and started up a small business, out of which he derives a comfortable living. The moral, if there is one, is that millionaires are often as sympathetic as ordinary mortals. This particular one I know to be the possessor of a big heart, and yet he has the best reasons for never talking about his acts of charity."—Washington Post. WAYS OF FAILURE. The selfish mortal who never con- CONSTANTINOPLE. It Has Perhaps the Finest Site For a City in the World. Constantinople looks much better from the water than it does when viewed ashore. The tourist who touches at the port, remains on board and sees the city only from the sea retains an entirely different impression from that of calm who goes ashore. Seen from the water, Constantinople is very beautiful. Seen from the shore, it is the apotheosis of everything that is filthy and foul. I do not say that it is unworthy of a visit, but I do say that he who stays on board will take away a much more picturesque impression. The site of Constantinople is ideal. There is probably no finer site for a city in the world. It is situated on the Bosporus, between the Mediterranean and the Black seas. It lies between Europe and Asia; for Scutari is part of Constantinople, and Scutari is on the Asiatic shore. It is cut off by natural boundaries into municipal divisions, for the Golden Horn divides Stamboul, the Mohammedan, from Galata, the Christian city. So the Bosporus divides Scutari, the Asiatic, from Constantinople, the European city; yet all of these places make one great city under the general name of Constantinople. And this great city is guarded also by nature. It has the sea of Marmaora close at hand, with fortifications at either end of this great water highway, rendering the city unassailable by sea. It has a peninsular conformation which also renders it properly fortified, impregnable by land as well as by sea. It is as if San Francisco were to have batteries of heavy artillery all around her water front, from India basin to the presidio to Lake Merced and then across the neck of the peninsula from Lake Merced to India basin. With all these factors in its favor no wonder that Constantinople has always been looked upon as an ideal site for a city. That so many races should have battled over Byzantium for so many hundreds of years is not surprising—Argonaut. SECOND WIND. It Comes When All the Lung Cells Are In Full Play. The following is a popular explanation of what is known as second wind. In ordinary breathing we use only a portion of our lungs, the cells at the extremity not being brought into play. This is the reason why those who are FACTS ABOUT ANAHHEM Sketch of the industries and Resources Most Beautiful Part of California. The City of Anaheim, with an ulation of 2500, is situated in northern part of Orange county Southern California, 12 miles north of the ocean, 4½ miles from the hills, and 148½ feet above sea level. It is 27 miles from Los Angeles second largest city in the State California. The climatic conditions are most favorable for out-door life because in Northern California the temperature is extremely form, seldom rising above 9 degrees in winter. The abundance of sunlight and the absence of frosts and cold winds make place especially acceptable to desiring to escape the severe cold of the east. The country is very attractive is practically level, with just client slope from the hills to adequate drainage. The road level, well graded, and well affording excellent opportunity cycling and driving. The rich sandy loam which never makes it a very easy ground work; thus lending itself readily to cultivation of berries, nutsanges, etc. The variety of products, and possibility of procuring small amounts of land at low figures, and other terms, make our section of county very attractive and adjoining on truck raising, or forming on a small scale. The food are a few of the products: lemons, walnuts, grapes, apricots, sugar beets, berry vegetables of all kinds. Anaheim is the possession Building and Loan Association Water company, two railroad cannery and drier, large oil industry farm bank several miles away from any possible doubt THE WONDERFUL SUN. Of the Things We Know About That Mysterious Star. Every wonderful and in some resemblance to a mysterious object is the sun, a star, the nearest one, and not so far away as to prevent us from studying it detail, and yet presenting conditions so different from those we can in our laboratories that to a remarkable extent it defies our rea-ness and renders our conclusions by conjectural. In fact, however, have been es-cribed beyond any possible doubt must necessarily form the founda-ment of all reasonable theories and muses. Know, for instance, that its mean place from the earth is very closely at 27½ times as powerful as here. Man who here weighs 150 pounds weigh more than two tons upon him, and there a squirrel would not be able to jump any more friskily than elephant here. Experiments with burning glasses show that certain the effective tem- perature of the sun's surface taken as mole (doubtless the actual tempera- larvares widely at different points) such above any which we can pro- bly artificial means. Not even the electric furnace can rival it. Carried to sun and kept there for a few hours the earth would melt and pass vapor. The estimated temperature about 12,000 degrees F., but cannot be regarded as exact. Professor Les A. Young in Harper's Weekly. COINCIDENCES. Odd Ways In Which Things Come About In This World. History is being told of a man sell- toys on a London pavement recog- ing in a lady who bought from him down daughter. Stranger meetings he been recorded. Late one night men who had been dining with the Duke of Edinburgh at Buckingham palace set out for their club and used for a moment at a crossing in Mall. It was very late, and rain falling, but there at the crossing a tiny boy plying his broom and ring alms. One of the two was a man who never could resist such an alm. He stopped to question the day. How came he to be there at so an hour, seemingly so friendless destitute? The boy answered that was, as he seemed, utterly desti- ce. He had walked to London from town on the south coast. And have you really no friends or relations in the world?" asked his kind-interrogator. "Well, sir, it's the case as if I hadn't," replied the lad. Have a brother, but I shall never see again. I don't even know if he's fine. He's a sailor, and I haven't seen him for a long time." At this the good man, who had not as yet spoiled interest. "What's your father's name, little man?" he now asks. His name is — sir, and he's down and cried like a child. "There is not much more to the story except that with the money the man went to his old home and started up a small business, out of which he derives a comfortable living. The moral, if there is one, is that millionaires are often as sympathetic as ordinary mortals. This particular one I know to be the possessor of a big heart, and yet he has the best reasons for never talking about his acts of charity."—Washington Post. WAYS OF FAILURE. The selfish mortal who never considers any one but himself. The young man who always spends his money before he gets it. The lazy person who dishonestly appropriates praise or commendation belonging to another. The lazy young man who gets to the office jate, leaves early, grumbles continually at the firm that employs him. The lazy woman who shirks her tasks, whether as wife, mother or wage earner, and slips through life as easily as possible. The lazy man who allows his faculties to rust, doing as little as possible, allowing ambition, energy and self-respect to go up, literally and figuratively, in smoke. The lazy young woman who arranges her hair, manicures her finger nails, gossips continually and takes but a languid and haughty interest in the wants of the customers.—Philadelphia Telegraph. Tried and Found Wanting. "I've had so much bad luck," said the gloomy man, "that I lie awake half the night thinking about my troubles." "The cure for that," they told him, "is to quit thinking of your own troubles. Think of other people's." "I'll try it," he said. Three months later they met him again. "Well, how did it work?" they asked him. "Didn't do any good," he replied. "I lie awake all night now thinking of other people's troubles."—Chicago Tribune. Superfluous. Teacher—Thomas, mention a few of the proofs that the earth is round, like an orange. Tommy Tucker—I didn't know we had to have any proofs, ma'am. I thought everybody admitted it.—Chicago Tribune. On the Menu. Cannibal King—That missionary made an awful fuss, didn't he? Head Chief—Terrible, sir. His struggles were frightful. Cannibal King—Well, serve him as a piece de resistance.—Town Topics. Honest. "Do you think him an honest statesman?" "Sure. I've known him to buy thousands of votes and pay for every one of them."—Detroit Free Press. Interested. "Do you admire Beethoven's works?" "I never visited 'em," answered Mr. Cumrox absentmindedly. "What does down and cried like a child." “There is not much more to the story except that with the money the man went to his old home and started up a small business, out of which derives a comfortable living. The moral, if there is one, is that millionaires are often as sympathetic as ordinary mortals. This particular one I know to be the possessor of a big heart, and yet he has the best reasons for never talking about his acts of charity.”—Washington Post. WAYS OF FAILURE. The selfish mortal who never considers any one but himself. The young man who always spends his money before he gets it. The lazy person who dishonestly appropriates praise or commendation belonging to another. The lazy young man who gets to the office jate, leaves early, grumbles continually at the firm that employs him. The lazy woman who shirks her tasks, whether as wife, mother or wage earner, and slips through life as easily as possible. The lazy man who allows his faculties to rust, doing as little as possible, allowing ambition, energy and self-respect to go up, literally and figuratively, in smoke. The lazy young woman who arranges her hair, manicures her finger nails, gossips continually and takes but a languid and haughty interest in the wants of the customers.—Philadelphia Telegraph. Tried and Found Wanting. "I've had so much bad luck," said the gloomy man, "that I lie awake half the night thinking about my troubles." "The cure for that," they told him, "is to quit thinking of your own troubles. Think of other people's." "I'll try it," he said. Three months later they met him again. "Well, how did it work?" they asked him. "Didn't do any good," he replied. "I lie awake all night now thinking of other people's troubles."—Chicago Tribune. Superfluous. Teacher—Thomas, mention a few of the proofs that the earth is round, like an orange. Tommy Tucker—I didn't know we had to have any proofs, ma'am. I thought everybody admitted it.—Chicago Tribune. On the Menu. Cannibal King—That missionary made an awful fuss, didn't he? Head Chief—Terrible, sir. His struggles were frightful. Cannibal King—Well, serve him as a piece de resistance.—Town Topics. Honest. "Do you think him an honest statesman?" "Sure. I've known him to buy thousands of votes and pay for every one of them."—Detroit Free Press. Interested. "Do you admire Beethoven's works?" "I never visited 'em," answered Mr. Cumrox absentmindedly. "What does down and cried like a child." “There is not much more to the story except that with the money the man went to his old home and started up a small business, out of which derives a comfortable living. The moral, if there is one, is that millionaires are often as sympathetic as ordinary mortals. This particular one I know to be the possessor of a big heart, and yet he has the best reasons for never talking about his acts of charity.”—Washington Post. WAYS OF FAILURE. The selfish mortal who never considers any one but himself. The young man who always spends his money before he gets it. The lazy person who dishonestly appropriates praise or commendation belonging to another. The lazy young man who gets to the office jate, leaves early, grumbles continually at the firm that employs him. The lazy woman who shirks her tasks, whether as wife, mother or wage earner, and slips through life as easily as possible. The lazy man who allows his faculties to rust, doing as little as possible, allowing ambition, energy and self-respect to go up, literally and figuratively, in smoke. The lazy young woman who arranges her hair, manicures her finger nails, gossips continually and takes but a languid and haughty interest in the wants of the customers.—Philadelphia Telegraph. In the Rat Pit. The ordinary house rat will not fight if he can find his way into a hole. In closed on the pit, with no chance of escape, the case is different. The rat will not only fight its enemy, but will turn on those of its kind with which it is bunched. The trained rat dog will jump backward and forward, oftentimes entirely over the rat, in avoiding its bite, and watching its opportunity will catch the rat by the back; give one crunch and break its spinal column. Then it throws the rat, dead or dying, aside and like a flash leaps into place for seizing and killing the next rat. CASTE IN INDIA. Its Peenularities Illustrated by the Religion of the Sweeper. Among the yet unsolved problems of Indian ethnology is the religion of the sweeper caste. It seems clear enough through all the confusion that the supreme deity of the Chuhras is Lalijhra or Lalberg, "a god without form or dwelling place." A mound of earth, surmounted by a piece of stick and a bit of cloth for a flag, is this delty's shrine, and to it "poojaah" is made and a little sacrifice offered of ghee or grain. It needs no consecration; this simple shrine, and wherever the sweeper may be, if sickness comes or a gift is desired, the little shrine may be set up with its queer bit of rag and stick; and the worshiper's prayer is made. The sweeper will have nothing to do with the transmigration of souls. Once a sweeper always a sweeper, and even the ideal sweeper, Pir Jhota, with his broom of gold and basket of silver, "cleans new the fourth heaven, the house of God, and sweeps the apartments of the highest." The good sweep-of land at low figures,and o-terms make our section o county very attractive and acco geous for truck raising; or fo-fing on a small scale.The fol- oore are a few of the products: o lemons, walnuts,grapes,papricots,sugar beets,berry vegetables of all kinds. Anaheim is the possession Building and Loan Assoc Water company,two railroad cannery and drier large oil in ostrich farm,bank several ad commercial houses,two hot two newspapers.The city ablits its water and lighting plant. FACTS ABOUT ORANGE The census bureau has its bulletin on agriculture in Cali- wha we quote from extents another part of this issue.the interesting features of thie is the paragraph giving thie off farms and acres of farming in five Southern California ties.The pre-eminence of county is apparent: Counties.No.farm Los Angeles Orange Riverside San Bernardino San Diego But it is in the acreage of lands that Orange county ta precedence over the other of Southern California: Counties.Los Angeles Orange Riverside San Bernardino San Diego The area of Orange county square miles; that of Los 3880; that of Riverside ,7000 San Bernardino ,2055,and San Diego ,8400 square miles Orange county thus count fifththe area of Los Angeles its irrigated lands approach to one-half those of its near north area,yet it irrigates 9000 mo or a fourth more than the n county on the east.San Bernardino is 25 timeyet its irrigated acres exceed this jumbo county by nearly approximately ten per cent.yet it irrigates 25 ,000 acres in this county on the south-centr is the former's irrigation as compared with that of almost almost irrigated area Diego and Riverside combiOrange county possesses system of irrigation,the ma water rights;that exist in California That is what said many a time and o figures prove it.It is th e best and most productive coil outdoors and is settling than any other in The State BLACK-DRAUGHT STOCK and POULTRY MEDICINE Stock and poultry have few troubles which are not bowel and liver irregularities. Black-Draught Stock and Poultry Medicine is a bowel and liver remedy for stock. It puts the organs of digestion in a perfect condition. Prominent American breeders and farmers keep their herds and flocks healthy by giving them an occasional dose of Black-Draught Stock and Poultry Medicine in their food. Any stock raiser may buy a 25-cent half-pound air-tight can of this medicine from his dealer and keep his stock in vigorous health for weeks. Dealers generally keep Black-Draught Stock and Poultry Medicine. If yours does not send 25 cents for a sample can to the manufacturers. The Chattanooga Medicine Co., Chattanooga, Tenn. ROCHELLA, GA., Jan. 30, 1902. Black-Draught Stock and Poultry Medicine is the best I ever tried. Our stock was looking bad when you sent me the medicine and now they are getting better. They are looking 20 per cent better. S. P. BROOKINGTON. Honest. "Do you think him an honest statesman?" "Sure. I've known him to buy thousands of votes and pay for every one of them."—Detroit Free Press. Interested. "Do you admire Beethoven's works?" "I never visited 'em," answered Mr. Cumrox absentmindedly. "What does he manufacture?"—Washington Star. The sweeper will have nothing to do with the transmigration of souls. Once a sweeper always a sweeper, and even the ideal sweeper, Pir Jhota, with his broom of gold and basket of silver, cleans new the fourth heaven, the house of God, and sweeps the apartments of the highest. The good sweeper goes to heaven, however, after death, but in the heaven of a sweeper there is nothing to do but bathe and sit at ease. The bad sweeper, on the other hand, goes to hell, where he is tormented by fire and wounds till the delity is pleased to vouchsafe relief. Between these two extremes is a kind of purgatory, where the sweeper who is not good enough for the one place and not bad enough for the other undergoes a sort of probation which either kills or cures him. Of Balmik, the great leader of one sect of sweepers and now himself, like Pir Jhota, a sweeper in the courts of heaven, the accounts differ so widely that it is difficult to identify him. It seems clear, however, that with the profession of sweeper he combined the recreation of poetry, and there is some amount of evidence in favor of his having been the author of the "Ramuana." He is alternately represented as a low caste hunter of the Karnal Nardak and as a Bhil highwayman who was converted by a saint whom he was about to rob. There is a legend, too, that he laid down his life for the sweepers of Benares and induced the people of that city to admit sweepers into their presence, as they had never done before. As for Lalberg, the other great leader, he takes us back at once to the days of Homeric myth. He was born from the coat of Balmik and suckled by a hare, in proof whereof Chuhras to this day abstain from eating hares. On the other hand, Lalberg was also born of a pitcher, through the power of Abdul Kader Kilani, and when the Prophet Elias was turned into a sweeper for spitting on the saints in heaven it was Lalberg who relieved him.—Times of India. ECTS ABOUT ANAHEIM The City of Anaheim, with a population of 2500, is situated in the northern part of Orange county, in Southern California, 12 miles from the ocean, 4½ miles from the foot-land, and 148½ feet above sea level. 27 miles from Los Angeles, the largest city in the State of California. The climatic conditions are the most favorable for out-door life to be found in Southern California. The temperature is extremely unli-den, seldom rising above 90 degrees in summer, or falling below 32 degrees in winter. The abundance of sunlight and the absence of sharp winds and cold winds make it a place especially acceptable to those trying to escape the severe climate of the east. The country is very attractive. It practically level, with just sufi-uit slope from the hills to afford adequate drainage. The roads are well graded, and well kept,ording excellent opportunities for driving and driving. The soil is a sandy loam which never bakes, making it a very easy ground to work; thus lending itself readily to cultivation of berries, nuts, or-ges, etc. The variety of products, and the possibility of procuring small tracts land at low figures, and on easy terms, make our section of the county very attractive and advantageous for truck raising, or for farm-ing on a small scale. The following is a few of the products: oranges, lemons, walnuts, grapes, peaches, ricots, sugar beets, berries and vegetables of all kinds. Anaheim is the possessor of a building and Loan Association, water company, two railroads, fruit nursery and drier, large oil industry, trich form bank several addeuate I spend no golden gravel. On yet dinky furin travel. Of bargain sale excursions on a bike; But the time is swiftly nearin' When I'll be jest disappearin' And I reckon you can find me on the Pike. "A Ballad of the Pike," by Wallace Irwin. Copyrighted by Collier's Weekly. Published by permission. $67.50 To St. Louis and Return May 11, 12, 13; June 1, 2, 15, 16, 22, 23; July 1, 2, 7, 8, 11, 14; August 8, 9, 10, 18, 19; September 5, 6, 7, 8; October 3, 4, 5, 6. Return limit, ninety days. Take the Rock Island System and you go thro' without change. Scenic or Southern Line, as preferred. Standard and tourist sleeping cars; dining cars. Trains stop at Main Entrance World’s Fair. Full information on request. Call or write: F. L. Miller. Dist. Pass. Agt., 237 S. Spring Street, Los Angeles. Rock Island System La Habra Valley Ten acre lots to colony tracts, with an abundance of pure water piped on land. Price $130 to $150 per acre. Easy terms. 349 Wilcox Building. Both Phones No. 1363. W. J. Hole, Los Angeles THE CLEANSING AND HEALING CATARRH PALACE LIVERY L. Hahn Prop. Anaheim is the possessor of a building and Loan Association, water company, two railroads, fruit nursery and drier, large oil industry, rich farm, bank, several adequate commercial houses, two hotels and newspapers. The city also owns a water and lighting plant. FACTS ABOUT ORANGE CO. The census bureau has issued a bulletin on agriculture in California which we quote from extensively in another part of this issue. One of the interesting features of the report is the paragraph giving the number of farms and acres of farming lands in the five Southern California counties. The pre-eminence of Orange county is apparent: Counties. No. farms. Acres. Los Angeles. 677 860,923 Orange. 238 569,430 Riverside. 2340 427,067 San Bernardino. 250 219,132 San Diego. 268 889,419 But it is in the acreage of irrigated lands that Orange county takes easy precedence over the other counties of Southern California: Counties. Acres. Los Angeles. 85,644 Orange. 41,548 Riverside. 32,947 San Bernardino. 37,877 San Diego. 16,022 The area of Orange county is 780 square miles; that of Los Angeles, 880; that of Riverside, 7008; that of San Bernardino, 20,055, and that of San Diego, 8400 square miles. Orange county thus contains one-fifth the area of Los Angeles; yet its irrigated lands approach in area no one-half those of its neighbor to the north. Riverside embraces nine times its area, yet it irrigates 9000 more acres for a fourth more than the belaunded county on the east. San Bernardino is 25 times its size, yet its irrigated acres exceed those of this jumbo county by nearly 4000, approximately ten per cent. San Diego is eleven times its size, yet it irrigates 25,000 acres more than the county on the south—300 per cent is the former's irrigated area as compared with that of the latter—almost the irrigated area of San Diego and Riverside combined. Orange county possesses the finest system of irrigation, the most secure water rights, that exist in Southern California. That is what we have said many a time and oft. These figures prove it. It is the handsomest and most productive county that lies outdoors and is settling up faster than any other in the State. Ten acre lots to colony tracts, with an abundance of pure water piped on land. Price $130 to $150 per acre. Easy terms. 349 Wilcox Building. Both Phones No. 1363. W. J. Hole, Los Angeles THE CLEANSING AND HEALING CURE FOR CATARRH Ely's Cream Balm Easy and pleasant to use. Contains no injurious drug. It is quickly absorbed. Gives Relief at once. It Opens and Cleanses the Nasal Passages. Allays Inflammation. 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Gilman, praying that a document now on file in this court, purporting to be the last will and testament of the said deceased, be admitted to probate, that letters testamentary he issued thereon to said R. H. Gilman, at which time and place all persons interested therein may appear and contest the same. Dated August 9, 1904. C. D. LESTER, County Clerk. RICHARD MELROSE AND E. C. SPENCER. Attorneys for petitioner. By W. B. Williams, Deputy. Notice to Stockholders OF Anaheim Union Water Company The Ditch Committee has fixed June 27 as official date for the beginning of Run 3. P. H. KRICK, Secy. San Diego is eleven times its size, yet it irrigates 25,000 acres more than the county on the south—300 per cent is the former's irrigated area as compared with that of the latter—almost the irrigated area of San Diego and Riverside combined. Orange county possesses the finest system of irrigation, the most secure water rights, that exist in Southern California. That is what we have said many a time and oft. These figures prove it. It is the handsomest and most productive county that lies outdoors and is settling up faster than any other in the State. NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN THAT FRIDAY, THE 2ND DAY OF SEPTEMBER, 1904, at 10 o'clock a.m. of said day, at the court room of this court, in the City of Santa Ana, County of Orange, State-of California, has been appolished as the time and place for hearing the application of R. H. Gilman, praying that a document now on file in this court, purporting to be the last will and testament of the said deceased, be admitted to probate, that letter's testimony ary be issued thereon to said R. H. Gilman, at which time and place all persons interested therein may appear and contest the same. Dated August 9, 1894. C. D. LESTER, County Clerk. RICHARD MELROSE AND F. C. SPENCER. Attorneys for petitioner. By W. B. Williams, Deputy. aug 11-31 LEADS THE WORLD Dr. V.C. 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