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te' IS A FARMER'S SON. I dHARLES F. BRUSH HAS LluHTED THE WORLD. an Interview with the Ihumou. Clese- Mud Inventor hhI II I if,. FoIllre Frusperte for Chu.trleity Probable Use for Coal an a 4,01,erutor. (Cies,. Wei ('orrespondence.) ) :•----\-- I . ' I HAT, man, is the - light of the future! t... \That is electric- ity! • \I am going to light the world with it!\ TIese were the words of a big. broad shouldered young fellow of 28. They were uttered . about eighteen years ago to an old man who stood in front of a shop on one of the side streets of the city of Cleveland and looked wish wonder on a glass globe in which btazed a ball of fire. epheld, as It were, between two ,lack carbons the size of your little finger. This old man was A. C. Baldwin of Tiffin, generally known throughout northern Ohio as Old Uncle Baldwin and noted for his great common sense and shrewd busi- ness ability. He had 'made a ;#flune out of manufacturing churns and he was now passing through Cleveland ien his, way to visit one of his relatives there. He had left the depot and was walking through the streets. It was in the early evening and the gas lamps cast their flickering rays upon the pave- ment. In one spot, however, there was a glare of light which came from this ball of fire in the glass globe. It was before the days of electric lighting, and old Uncle Baldwin'stopped and gazed at it in open-mouthed wonder. As he 41 / 4 1 so this big, broad -shouldered young CHARLES F. BRUSH, a Inventor of Electric Lighting. man came to the doer. His brawny arms were hare to the elbow. A leather apron covered his chest and fell to his knees. His hands were blackened and his face was smudged with dirt. But his eye was bright and his athletic form was the personification of vigor and force. AteUncle Baldwin saw him he said: \That Is a wonderful light. I don't understand it. What is.it? There is no pipe for gag! Where is the wick and where is the oil? Say, what is it, any- how?'• Then came the reply: \That is the light of the No ir That Is electricity! I am going to ht the wcrld with It!\ The old man. for a very - sharp old man he was. became interested at once. He inquired how the light was pro- duced. He asked many questions as to its cost, and before he left he lead told the young man that lie would take $500 worth of stock in hes company, which had been organized to push his inven- tion. Ile rather hugged himeelf over 'his investment as he left the young man and his -ball of fire, and when a half hour later he found himself in the, home of his friends, surrounded by ' , erne of the most prominent people of leveland, he could ma rest until he had told of the wonde: he had -seen and of the stock which he had secured. As he spoke the crowd, burst into laughter, and Uncle Fteldwiree relative, then and sow one of the most influential men of Cleveland, said: \Well! well! well! And so you have been taken in by that young fellow Brush and his crazy ideas about elec- tricity! I have had dozens of chances to buy his stock, but `I wouldn't give a cent for a thousand shares. Why,' uncle. \he man Is crazy. His ideas are Impracticable and impossible of execu- tion, and you might as well put your SOO Into Lake Erie as to ,give It to Him.\ And so the Cleveland man went on. He cited the noted Capitalist; of Cleveland who would have nothing to do with Brush's invention, and he final- iy persuaded Uncle Baldwin\ that he had made a mistake. The result was he withdrew his offer. As he ._atne . to the door the young man looked up from his bench. and Rabe\ \I suppose you have come to back out of your proposition as to that stock. That Is the way they all do. But, you. you are making a great mistake and you are losing a fortune.\ It WAS not many yearn before Uncle Baldwin realized how great a fortune he had lost. Within teielve months Liter his refusal the name of Charles Mi: ititt :AWN Brush. the great Cleveland electri- cian, was on everyone's tongue His light had been shown at the Franklin institute in Philadelphia. It had sur- e, leed the ;relented\; of the world in the greet electrical exposition at Paris and the lereneh government had decorated Ifim a hevaller of the Legion of Honor for hi. eehievernent. A great cfompany had been organized to operate his In- ventions The Brush stock had doubled and quadrupled over and over again until Cticie Baldwiree $500 wort* was of mole value than all theeravIngs and speculations of his lifetime. The propheey of the young man had been fulfilled. His light of the future had be- came the light of the present, and to- day he has lighted the world with it. The streets of the biggest cities of every continent blaze at midnight through the genius of Charles F. Relish. Still, with all this, the world knows but little about Charles F. Brush. With all his genius; he is medest in the ex- treme. He early adopted the policy of keeping out of print. I do not know of a single interview which he has hither- to giveh to the public. He has contrib- uted little to the scientific journals and the world knows him only through his work. It has no idea of the roan, and there are few who appreciate his won- derful character and' the wide extent of his achievements. I spent an even- ing with him not long since at his big mansion in Euclid avenue. He has one of the finest houses in the United States and one of the most comfortable homes. It is located in the best part of Euclid avenue, which is, you know, one of the finest streets in the world, and it is sur- rounded by seven acres of magnificent lawn, where -the land Is so valuable you have to carpet it with greenbacks to buy it. There are, so he told me. ten tons ce. storage batteries In tne house, and the power which charges these with ele6e triclty Is an enormous windmill which he has erected in the rear. Every breeze that blows produces light for this house, and the batteries are so 'large that if there should be a dead calm for a whole week they would still contain enough electricity to run all the lights: The windmill itself is in a large part the in- vention of Mr. Brush. It is the biggest windmill in the world, and is operated by a wheel which has a sail surface of about 1,800 square feet. The tower of this windmill is as high as a six -story house. It is set in heavy maeonry, and so made that it eon turn with every wind that blows. Within it there is an enor- mous dynamo, connected with the tower by a system of belts and pulleys, g h ad the whole machine is so automatic In its make-up tnat it needs only a little oil now and then to keep it perpetually. a motion with the wind. It has been in operation now 'for more than seven years, but it is so made that it works as well as when it was built. It produces enough electricity to charge the hun- dreds of cells 'of these ten tons of stor- age batteries, and it furnishes the light for the - - house and gives power to run the machinery of Mr. Brush's labora- tory, which is located in the basement. It costs him, Mr. Brush told me, much more than le he used the electric light furnished by the city, but he prefers to be independent, and the machinery Is a pet invention of his own. But 'before I give you our conversa- tion let me tell you how Mr. Brush looks. 'I met him in one of the large par- lors on the ground floor of his house. He is a phyeical giant, but so well pro- portioned that his form commands your admiration. When Gambetta saw him at the Paris Exposition of 1881, he said: \I don't know which to admire the more in Mr. Brush, his mental attainments or his magnificent physique.\ Mr. Brush is about six feet two in his stock- ings, lie is broad shouldered and big boned. His head is large, and it is fastened to his frame by a string, well - shaped neck, lie stands straight, with his shoulders well thrown bark, and his chest is. deep and full. Ile has a dark complexion and dark eyes, which show out from under heavy brows. His fore- head is high and full, his mouth strong and charaCtgristle, and Ills under jaw firm and indfcitive of strength. Ile is may forty-six years of age, and Is In his Intellectual and physical prime. lie retired from active business sev- '\IsmgFssma-- ARE NOT NEW WOMEN. WIDOWS OF FAMOUS MEN OF AMERICA. Quiet Life of Mrs. Stonewall Jackson— .1.•ITer*on Davi. Mrs- Grant, Mrs., l:Artield and Mr.. Sheridan Are Very VAIL y —Many Are Social Leaders. (New tork Corresneondenee.) HE widow of one of :he best-known and probably the best-loved man in America, George W. Childs, has al- ways led such a quiet, retired life that Philadelphians as a rule know very little of her and the outside world noth- ing at all. Emma Bouvier Childs Is a slender, little, dark - eyed woman, whose main interest in life seems to be the well being and care of her household. She has never been a society woman and has rarely been seen in society, the theater and opera having no attractions for her. She has jived jn e l.h.e great white marble marl - skin during the winter for many years, going as soon as spring came to the country seat, Wooten. Mrs. Childs has left the Philadelphia mansion for good since the death of her devoted hus- band, and she will soon build a house in Washington and make that city her home. Mrs. Stonewall Jackson. widow of the hero of the confederacy, lives in Char- lqtte, N. C., with her 'sister, the widow of Gen. D. H. Hill. She has been busily engaged for several years in writing the life of her revue husband and has almost ruined her eyesight in her labor Of love. Two little grandchildren, - TUE ELECTRIC WIN I te: I.L.• eral years ago and at that time expect- ed to devote five days out of every week to his laboratory work and one to his business. The demands of his large property, however, ar, so great that he has almost reversed the order and is now devoting about five days, to his.. business and one to hlitieleboratory.- He is working to get away from business. and he hopes In the future to devote more of his time to scientific investiga- tion and experiment. The day of his laboring hard for the dollar has long since gone by, and. wejle in the.futtpre his good business brains will lead him to get all the money possible out of his. future inventions, still his work will be more that of scientific experiment than money grubbing for new patents. During my talk with him I asked hkn a number of questions about himself and his first experiments In the field of inventions Ile has been an experi- menter all his life. hitS father was a farmer, who lived near Clevelind. and gave his boy a good education. He showed a wonderful aptitude for chem- istry. physics and engineering. Said he to me the other night: \I can't remem- ber when I was not interested in phys- ics. I began to study it when I Was about twelve years old, long before I heel reached it in my course of studies at school. \I was always experimenting with something, and while I was in the High School in Cleveland I made microscopee aryl teleaeopes, grinding the lenses and turning out some very fair Instru- ments.\ \When did you first appreciate teat you, electric light might have a COM- morMal value?\ \I think it was about 1876,\ replied Mr. Brush. \It was at this time that I completed my first dynamo -electric machine. I showed this at Philadel- phia the next year at the Franklin In- stitute. and It is a curious; thing that 'Mr. Thomson 'and Mr. Houston, after- ward of the Thomson -Houston electric system, were present at the time. The first arc lighting machinen had to have one dynamo to each light. My Invention Was the }Ira,' that.prOpoPed a series of are Waits working from one dynamo, and it was upon this that all the light - Ins and .11 the arc lighting systems Of the present day al, based.\ MRS. JAMES A. GARFIELD. esaonewall and Julia Jackson Christian. the children of her only child, Julia Jackson, who died five years ago, live with her and are the joy and comfort of her life. • Mrs. Jefferson Davis has chosen New York as her abiding place and spetids much of her time in her pleasant apart- ments at the Marlborough hotel. In the spring she usually spends a month or more at West Point. That place is full of associations for her of her hus- band. who was a graduate of the -mili- tary school. Her daughter, 'Miss Win- ele Davis, Is her constant companion. They are very popular socially, espe- cially in the southern colony, and Miss Winnie has added literature to her many accomplishments and has just yompieted a novel which is said to be very clever. Mrs. James G. Blaine has two homes, ene in Washington, where so many sorroas crowded thick, upon her, and the beautiful summer me at Bar Harbor, Mrs. Blaine is a cold, reserved woman, who has never been popular so- cially. All of her life and soul seemed to be centered :n her distinguished hus- band, and without him she is lost in- deed. She spends much of her time in traveling, and the Washington house is rarely opt A. Logan. with her patri- cian face el snow-white hair, is prob- ably the most picturesque of the mili- tary widows. She is a shrewd business woman and an able financier. She has greatly at heart just now the success of Bishop Hurst's university. She has promised to raise $1.000,000 for this in- stitution and, it is very likely she will succeed. ' Mrs. Isabella Beecher Hooker, a sister of Harriet Beecher Stowe. hi past 65, but she is still a busy, energetic wom- an. Last winter Mrs. Hooker jour- neyed to. South Carolina, but vele'. re. me turn In ti to spend her summer at her beautiful home in Hartford. Conn. Mn. Phil Sheridan has continued to live since the death of her husband in the house on Rhode Island avenue, WaShington, whieh was presented to the general *hen he went to Washing- ton to succeed Gen. Sherman. Mrs. Sheridan leads a very exclusive. dig- nified life, only occasionally taking part In the social life of the capital. She is a young woman compared with the other generals' wives and Is very haml- et:IMP and distIngulahed-looking. She devotes much of her time to the educa- tion of her , four children—Philip, who MRS. H. W IIEF.CHER. Will enter West Point as soon as he is old enough, find her daughters, alley. Irene. and Louise. Mrs. John Drew at 78 is as active as a kitten. Her theatrical company owes almost all of its succesie to her clever dancing and exquisite acting. Mrs. Drew is to the young actress the In- spiration which rare old .10e Jefferson is to the actor. Mrs Henry Ward Beecher le one of the most delightful of all the famous Widows. She Is 84 years of , age. but 110 pleasing In face and Manner, so young In heart and thought, that It is hard to realize that she has passed so many milestones of a way sometimes weary and rough to tread. She lives in a pretty apartment, surrounded by pic- tures, books, arid all sorts of remem- brances of her distinguished husband Ali of her faculties are unimpaired and she is thoroughly informed on all of the questions of the day and prepared and delighted to discuss them. Mrs. Harriet Lane Johnson was once the first lady of the land, when her uncle, James Buchanan, was president and she was charming. gracious Har- riet Lane. After the death of her hus- band, Henry Elliott Johnson, she went back to Washington to live. She has one of the handsomest residences in the capital and goes a great deal into so- ciety. Gen. Grant's widow, Mrs. Julia Dent Grant, divides her time between New York and Washington. She has not as yet decided in which place she will buy her future home. 'Mrs. Grant realized almost $500,000 from the memielgal of her husband and the government allows her a pension of $5,000 a year. So she is quite well-to-do. She has four children and twelve grandchildren, who make her life a very full and pleasant one. Mrs. Nellie Grant eartoris, the only girl of the Grant family, was a bride of the white house twenty years ago. She married a young Englishman and went abroad to live. Since the death of her husband the rich young widow has spent all of her time in Washing- ton. She has a pretty home on R street and ker two young daughters live with her. The only son is at school in England. Mrs. William H. Vanderbilt is inter- esting, aside from her charming per- sonality, by reason of being the widow of the richest man in America. No capitalist has yet come up to the $200,- 000,000 which Mr. Vanderbilt left at his death. She lives nearly all the year around in -her palace on Fifth avenue. All around her on the beautiful avenue are her children, her grandchildren and the little great-grandson, who is now 2 years old. She entertains very little, but now and then throws open her doors for some great function. Mrs. Ward McAllister, the widow of the late social arbiter{ is positively un- known to the people of New York. Al- though her name always appeared upon the lists of subecribers to the assembly balls and other social fuhctlons, she never appeared at one. So retired has been her life that she did not evert pre- side over the dinner parties her husband was so fond of giving. All of her social duties have been relegated to her daughter, Miss Louise McAllister, who has inherited her father's fondness for society. Mrs. James A. Garfield Is said to be worth now . $500,000, almost all the gift of the American people. When Gen. Garfield died his estate aggregated only $30,000. Mrs. Garfield lives in elegant but quiet style in Cleveland. Mrs. Madeline Vinton Dahlgren, wid- ow of the admiral, lives in Washington. She spends much of her time in liter- ary work and writes for publication when she feels the inclination. Two of her sons married Drexel girls, bringing with them fortunes of $2,000,000 or $3.- 000,000 each, and the Dahlgrens were well provided for themselves. So the work is merely a labor of love, though the publishers are always glad to send a substantial check in return for it. Mrs. Joseph Drexel, the beautiful wid- ow if the great banker, lives in a mag- nificent house on Madison square. She - ve ? ( , feee -ae 7' , MRS. JOHN DREW. Is one of the best amateur musicians it America, playing with equal skill on the harp and piano. Her three daughters are all accomplished musicians, having chosen different instruments. lerequent• ly at the different musicals Mrs. Drexe deffetre Pet erring aft of the rnitaft furnished by the family quartet. Mrs. Leland Stanford, one of the rich- est widows in America.- has deserted Washington, where she used to spend so much of her time, and lives most of the year in California. She is much in- terested in the great university on the Pacific slope, built as a memorial Whet: only son. Leland Stanford, Jr. Mrs. George Hearst, widow of the Cal. Ifornia Senator, still keeps her old home in WithIngten. but spends most of her time in traveling on' the continent or in California. Mrs. Lucy Carnegie, sister-in-law of Andrew Carnegie, probably has the most enjoyable time of any widow in the world. She is the only women mem- ber of the New York Yaeht Club. In her yacht Dungeness she sails (leer the world at will. Her winter home in Florida, \Dungeness.\ has game pre - nerves. stablef. beautiful driveways and bridle -paths, health.' all of the feminine belongings with which women love to surround themselves. Kingdon, the mother ef Mrs. George Gould; hoe found her lines east in pleasant niaees. The Gould family is devoted to her and she has the satis- r tion of seeing her charming (laugh- ! mimbered among the leaders; social - 1‘ and personally, as well as financial- ;, It is doubtful if any person gets the genuine pleasure and solid comfort out of the Gould million' that the hand. some widow Mrs. Kingdom does. F. F. Meek lake In Meilen. In the midst of the volcanoes of Mex- ico is the \Lake of Ink.\ which covere about an acre of ground. The body of water, or ink, or whatever it Is, is so covered with ashes from the adjacent volcanoes ae to appear s part of the surrounding ground, which IP all of the same dull gray tint Where this liquid Cornea from. %dint its chemical proper- ties may he, where or what the Supply Is. ere ;natters of conjecture. OUR WIT AND HUMOR' WEEKLY GRIST OF' THE FUNNY GRINDERS. 11,0 Corer's allsolve A Turkish Bath— Whore the Car Might Hit her—Flat- Sam and Jetsam --Sifters from TeLAS/ :Siftings. AST NIGHT I dared not say to you. The words my tongue oft strove to tell, And yet I am posi- tive you knew The sureness of your witching spell. Whene'er I gazed into your eyes— October's most delicious brown!— They looked at me in mild surprise, As one who sees a clumsy clown. And when I left you at the gate And gave your hand one chaste sa- lute. I tried to ask of you my fate In love. Alas! my lips Vere mute. And so my emissaries must • Be pen and ink and halting measure; But you will answer this I trust-- One word from you will be a treasure. .SHE WROTE: This morning, Jack, I got your letter. Foolish boy to waste your scrips! But as for answer—well, you'd better,' Come and take it from my lips! 1 )4 , They Mistook His Mission. Some years ago a delegation went from a certain city to Washington to work a great appropriation for the ben- efit of Mobile's harbor. Among the party was a genial major, who was well primed with facts. He longed, moreover to see the in- side of senatorial poker. Soon occa- sion presented itself. The genial man dropped his evening's pile and smiled himself out. Next night he came again. Fickle fortune still frowned. Once more the genial Alabamian's pile grew small rapidly and hideously less. Finally a pat flush swept his last dollar, and he rose from the table a trifle hasty. \Don't go,\ cried the winning sena- tor, chirpily; \sit in again and try it over.\ \Gentlemen you mistake hay mission entirely,\ retorted the Alabamian. backing to the door; \I wish you to un- derstand that I came to Washington to get an appropriation—not to make ene!\—Argcepaut. Knocked Her Fainting Silly. The other evening an inimense crowd got jammed in a theater lobby and Some women grew hysterical. \Oh. I shall faint!\ exclaimed a stout blonde, looking piteosuly at her esoort. Men on all sides glanced at her sym- pathetically, and those nearest made a frantic effort to give the stout blonde more room. Her escort looked down into her face tenderly. \I am going to faint!\ she cried, and she got ready to fall gracefully into his arms. \Well faint!\ shouted ft robust lady at her elbow. \For heaven's sake, faint and be done with it, for the rest of us want to get out!\ Some people glanced at her indignant- ly, and others tittered; but the stout blonde who tVas about to faint braced up suddenly and concluded she wouldn't. No sniff of salts could - have done the business quicker or more sat- Isfactorily.—Pittsburg Dispatch. A Tabooed Text. Down in the tear k belt of Georgia a Presbyterian minister received a visit from a colored pastor who wanted coun- sel and advice. \Well sir, it's jest this way,\ said he; I'se done preached my- self plumb out. Fee worked on election, sanctification, predestination, hell inside and out, till I couldn't say another to' save my life.\ His white brother sug- gested that he should preach a sermon by way of change on \Thou shalt not steal\ for a text. \Well boss, dat cer- tainly in a good text; but I'm mons'ous 'fraid it will produce a coolness in the nongregation.\—Washington Post. In the Neck. 1 )(10 ,v - ts,A1 • / 'Mrs. Flynn—Can yes tell me whe I'll get the Columbus Avenoo car, Of- ficer? Officer Burke—Faith, ma'am. yell get it in the neck, if ye don't get off the thraok:eite The Congregation Inferred. When the bellow.; gave \lit ant the organist In a Rockland 01111 . 1d1sits 1111 - able to gel anything but a few groan* from the Instrument, end the pester re- marked: \The organist hae failed us at a vital moment; let 'is Hee and sing 'Praise Grid, from where all bless- ings flow.' '• Some of the 1.eepie won- dered edit what he meant Lewlson Evening Journal. Had Wheels. Lumleigh—Whet make.; tim think young Phether Waite Is A Aremnier for a bicycle concern e Chumleighe A nypeeiv can see that. H.aarrie• Sit n1/1111,1 in his head. He Kaew Ills Business. 'It'ou are the man!\ he said, as be leaned forward in the street car and pointed his finger to the complacent and self-setistied looking passenger oppo- site—Neu are the man who predicted last October that we would have a mild winter!\ \Yes. I did,\ replied the man. \But we had a terrible winter in- stead!\ \Yes.\ \And you are no prophet.\ \Then why, sir—why did you make such a prediction?\ \As a matter of business. I am in the coal trade, and it was my duty to keep people from running off to Florida to escape a hard winter!\ \But sir, but—\ \Oh! we shall have a long, hot sum. men, and if you want fly -screens please call around! I am going into that line for the season!\—Detroit Herald. A Little Nature Left. \Unnatural child,\ moaned the old man. She wept. \Have you made up your mind to go on the stage?\ he fiercely demanded. \No father,\ she faltered. \The part does not call for it.\ \Forgive me. You\— He gathered her to his bosom. \—are not quite so unnatural 83 I thought.\—Detroit Tribune. Musical Item. Mrs. Neighborly—What are you go- ing to make out of your son? Mrs. Fondmother—We are going te make a great piano player out of hive. \How far has he got?\ \He hasn't commenced to take les- sons yet, but we are letting his hair grow.\ Mrs. Hinkle (alarmed in the early morning by the furious barking of the dog in the backyard)—Ruffian! brigand; be off, or I'll call the police! Mr. Binkle (who has been to a mas- querade and got NW—Don't be [-fraud. Mrs. Hinkle. It's me. Played Turk at 'en (hie) Mas'erade, an' thought ra take 'en Turk'sh bath! His Depressing Thought. Ile had been talent In thought fog some time. At length he heaved a sigh, which moved his friend to Inquire what the trouble was. \This world ain't ruin right,\ he an- swered. \Why you ought to be happy. You've been away enjoying yourself, I under- stand.\ \Yes. I've been away, but I don't see much enjoyment—not in a world where the fish are so shy ahout bitire an' the mosquitoes eo eternally —Washington Star. How It Worked:, Brown (expert shorthand reporter)— I say, James, the boy from the news- paper office has called for the report of that lecture. Is It finished? James- (a novice)—All but a short sentence in the middle of it and I can't for the life of me make out trot\ my notes what it is. Brown—Oh, just put in great ap- plause and let it go. James acts on the suggestion, and the lecture Is sent for publication with the doctored part reading: \Friends I will detain you but a few Moments longer.\ (Great applause.) For It., It v. \What may I do fer humanity?\ Her bosom heavel with the great emotions that filled her heart. would save lives.\ she cried, im- pel uoualy. She was somewhat uncertain whether she would achieve more by becoming an army nurse or by having a trolley car fender put on her bicycle.—Detroll Tribune. Sifters The busiest poet will hat e his leyl moments. A short method of measuring timber is by saw -logarithms. Though a man may net like businees, he should he htielnenfelike, It is no wonder college men become fast They indulge in a rush PO often. Fish. an a rule, drink water, but a other* doesn't object to a nip occasion- ally Thip angler first Iles In watt for his cateh and then lies in weight ef his r\ ? e l, h re time Is here when the family man he deem not know his' to beat cat pet will have an tippet unity to learn The habhie of an Infant rutay be the language of the angels, but without an interpreter it sounds; like the sibilant The loafer naturally gets the errelit of being an amiable person. Fie has time to listen to everybody's entry and is y. ri:tward f r e s li r n , k f e , R u e r p h t e ' t r:::1 o t r r 1: - n 1 I. Make Outdoor Life AttractiVo to the M‘ esq ' T h ‘ e i s t e \.. are hard SI K tv41 - the young c o llo, tor of bine. \cvery place I went today 1„ , was t r h e m e t u , , f a t ‘ e sh : r: t i,I i .,1 . 1n et n I st l ush dropped in to eee k e y 11 , a 1 ° : Ab N a • iiin:.;:ljaa\.-1kftmlrl on., sob ka t eo h lat : tv. t l.P3' i ,‘ b r e lugged t thing he lout over done WAS to ryas examln• a Tall Until he 111.1 not know wheth•f If ' , n o° ,01111d 1.10 1 ,, n1 r one An.. he was married or not other's loirdene. - as the eerIpture I - urn. 711R11414, the world would be happier. minr people's bet - dent% are always so meet, lighter that, elle own 'The farmer'. say. an exchange. \is th e most teeependent man on earth e j es t se SOP bow he works all Rummel, and steps Into a hank In the fall and pays the interest in the mortgage.— Texas Siftings 4` , • a
