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BIRDS.

It is considered as criminal, inmost parts of our country, to killa robin, so priceless is the valueto the farmer. The fruit the song-ster eats is as nothing to the fruitit saves ! In Boston the Englishsparrow is housed and fed in thetrees, during Winter. Thousandof pigeons throng the very heartof the city, free and fearless. Un-der the horses' hoofs they run inand out, if birds could be broughtto Hawaii, the robin, sparrow,quail and many more, in largenumbers, and the law made severefor their preservation, there wouldshortly be no more cry of "pests,"of any sort, in the path of vegeta-tion. Nothing else will do thework. We must follow God theCreator in our dealings with na-

ture. Then darkness and ignor-ance will disappear and true pros-perity will arise. What is needed,is reason, common sense nottheories.

Theories are expensive andbring no practical end in view.

PREVENTION FOR CRUEL-

TY TO ANIMALS.

Yes, that reads well and has theright ring. But we have knownmore cruelty to animals in the pastsummer than all the rest of ourlife put together. Truly thatTourist was frank who remarkedthat he would give Hawaii thepalm in that respect.

Look at the youngsters on thecountry roads who do not want tobe thought as driving "an oldplug" and so lash them to togspeed. Let the spur be taken fromtheir pockets, and if nothing elsewill touch them, mercy let thewhip be put to their own backsthat they may realize how com-

fortable it feels.

" ijljlcoitsttf $s Jlrnlldlj a fytliott."

HONOLULU, OCTOBER, 1902.

"RED AND YELLOW."

In these dull times when all setmsa bit or two "slow," when stocksarc down, when land and mortgageare cheap and plentiful, when thereis not too much of a surplus fromthe brilliant Legislature we knowsomething of, and shall hope topass by and forget it is cheeringto see the dear country put onnew shoes and a lively neck-ti- e andstepping out to say:

"Good morning, I reckon we'reall right!" It's the grandest,noblest spot on earth Hawaii.

Three Cheers for Hawaii,Every woman, every man ;

Three Cheers for Hawaii,Now beat it, if vou can !

THE WAGE-EARNE- R.

I fancy I hear you say, myfriend, that you have no time tostudy the Politics of this Territo-ry. Your family requires your at-

tention when off duty your boysclaim your few minutes night andmorning, your work is heavy andyour heart too full of care andanxiety, to make ends meet. Youcan't bother. Indeed, you do notcare for it.

Then kindly let me say to you,follow in the wake of the solidmen of the Islands you can'tmake a blunder: Listen to theopinion of men, "stedfast and im-

movable," who will look to it thatthe tax on your shanty is not anunjust one, who will know if yourbaby has pure and sweet milk, ifyour boys are properly schooledand prepared for the battle of life,if your wage is a fair one themen, gentlemen if you please, whowill individually and collectivelystudy your best interest.

Follow the Mays, the Athertons,Cooks, Castles, Watcrhouses, Da

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mons, Waitys, look to those whocluster about the Davies', theHackfeld & Co., the SteamshipCos., the Customs, the ExecutiveBuilding, the Judiciary, the native.?who follow the Rev. H. Parkerand time and space would fail meto speak of half on whom you candepend in this tiny country thebrave, hopeful cheerful crowd ofready keepers. You can wageryour last dime on them, and see itturn out, a dollar, and on it :

"In God we trust."

MR. HONOR-BRIGH- T.

He is still a young man and yethis banking interests are large. Hisface is so gentle, so calm so trulyChrist-lik- e and he looks at onewith a steady searching gazewhich says plainer than wordscould speak the working of hisrapid brain: "How can I upliftin any way these men, these needyones? My Heavenly Father teachme what to do for them" "Thesolid men of Hawaii!!"

HAWAII-NE- T.

We felt really like falling proneat the feet of the Supreme Beingand saying: "Thou art O Godand there is none beside." It wason this wise; long before sunrisewhen Morning was chasing Nightaway, one day this week, that wewitnessed a most sopernal glory ofsea and sky and earth. The glowfrom the east lighted the water andthe land in a marvellous flood ofcolor, while the full moon in thewest was get above the horizon.No sooner had the sun risen thana rainbow spanned the sky abovethe sea as companion of the moon.That scene seemed to pay us forthe month of work and isolation.

Unique Hawaii !

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ANNE M. PRESCOTT Editor

All communications to the Hono-lulu Times should be sent In at leastthree days before publication signedby the author, to the office, 82 Mer-chant street.

HONOLULU. OCTOBER, 1902.

THE NATIVE.

We are glad whensoever wemeet a native, man or woman,well-dress- ed and holding a positionof trust. It makes us hoppy toknow that they are contented andhappy. We would have them all, ifwe might, in comfortable andlucrative places the pretty homeand the children about them.

And other things being equalwe would always give the nativethe preference.

Never send the native away, butthe white man, where only roomfor one.

Any man (or woman) is worthyof commendation for trying tokeep his business affairs in hisown hands; it is certainly soundsense, while it is not so very poet-ical. It means often hard workand plodding industry from earlydawn to evensong and often later.But victory, and not loss, is thesure result.

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Pay no heed to Mr. Scatterbrainwherever you may meet him, butalways look for Mr. Stedfast.

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It is not the country that makesa gentleman ; but, the breed."

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We want a good Legislature,men who make for righteousness.

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"Come, ye children, and hearkenunto me: I will teach you the fearof the Lord.

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What man is he that lusteth to

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live, and would fain see good days?Keep thy tongue from evil: andthy lips, that they speak no guile.Eschew evil, and do good : seekpeace, and ensue it." Now theEditor most entirely believes that"Mother" Taylor, spoken of inthis morning's paper, has in herdaily life done all that is requiredby God, through the Psalmist. But,we would like much to know iffrom, say, the Grand Climacteric,sixty-thre- e years, she has tried topursue any set rule of diet andexercise? We would like to knowvery much how she, herself ac-

counts, at least, in part, for her81 years. Counsel and advice fromthe aged arc like "Apples of Gold."We certainly should "covet, life;"and it would seem as if all thosewho are blessed with home andfriends and health here, in thislovely country this pearl of allisland groups should faithfullystrive to help any who are not sofortunate as thev themselves.

INDUSTRIAL FARMSCHOOLS.

Do you want to save the Ha-

waiian race? Put an IndustrialSchool on each one of the Islands.

The smallest child can be taughtnot only to sow the seeds of indus-

try and thrift but those of lettuce,turnips, melons, etc. Put there,Cows and fowls and incubaters.

Plant the vine, the fig. and what-

ever disc will find a market. Haveflower-garden- s, nurseries foryoung trees, orchards. Have "astretch of the imagination" if youcan make any money out of it, tohelp along the gigantic scheme,that it prove no "bubble." And,finally, close all the little countryschools that are not, and can notbe, under the circumstances, goodproducers at least not nearly thebest, and teach the children how to'literally, earn their own living.

Then, will you meet on everyroad, in this country of mid-ocea- n,

famously good men and womenintelligent "beyond anything," selfhelpful and righteous. May Godhasten that bridge-buildin- g overthe chasms of Indolence and Vicethat are today sapping the native.

I have never conned Politics,Honey, Republican, Democrat orHome Ruler; yet, I know thatnone but a rogue, would trade hisvote for money. Now!

A MANIA.

It is getting to be a perfectmania to harp on, the times, ofthese Islands the "hard times I"We have been in from the beachfor two days only, and we confessto feeling fairly bared on the sub-ject. It gives us a bad turn tomeet whether a banker or a bank-rupt, for both seem to be equallydead broke, if not in realty in fan-cy. Oh dear! we do just hate tohear a'nyone groan, even when inpain. But, now, when we have noplague, no pestilence no disaster ofany sort when the skies are love-ly and Koreas are steaming port-war- d,

to hear continually the oldsong : "Quiet" "nothing goingon" "collapse," yards and yards ofit, we must exclaim : For pity'ssake hold your tongue!

We most heartily wish some onewould bring a first-rat- e companyhere and give to us a run of goodcomedy and farce and pantomimeto shorten up the faces we note onthe street.

Certainly, the Queen shall bepaid ("sure") in good gold, agoodly sum ; and, we shall hope tobe invited to that luait following!Now three times three and a tigerfor Hawaii's Queen.

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For a few minutes it often dis-

gusts one with truth seeing howsuccessful falsehood is. "It's nouse to try to do right," says some-one.

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Yes, that Legislature of twoyears ago still leaves a bad taste inthe mouth. There's a great manat the top of this Territory. Honey,He'll speak the unvarnished truth

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"Our Delegate to Congress!"yes.

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We don't care a crooked pinwhat color a man's skin, or whathis political platform if he be onlyhonest a white-soule- d man. Thatis the point. And we recognise nosuperiority but brains and spiritu-ality. To that we bow low anddoff our cap. A man may bewhiter or he may be brown, weheed it not. He may be half whiteand half brown, or again, he maybe half brown and half white,what recks it? To what wretchedpoverty of thought, and malicious

invention one must have come, toaccount the color of a man's skinas a bar to anything, or any posi-tion on earth, prove be worthy andcapable ! God made man in' Hisown image. Does that eternalverity rest with the English-speakin- g

race, only? Allonsl5 2&

It was indeed a red-lett- er dayfor this Territory when the Sena-tors came.

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"The Chinese are the best peo-

ple in the world to deal with," sosay the natives; and they shouldbe competent judges in that mat-ter. We shall now have the need-ful supply of Chinese labor thereis no doubt of it.

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That "ball-and-chai- n" also, is tobe "unrivetted." Pan. Aloha!

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The clever Senatorial Commis-sioners will be more than able tospell and define: "Revolution,"'"Delegate" (our), "Monarchy,""Queen" and "Governor Dole" bythe time they shall have reachedWashington again.

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AN EVENING PRAYER.

By Lawrence N. Booth.

Again I close mine eyes to sleep,Still knowing not

What other hours of day shall keepMy mortal thought.

Like one who launches from theshore

Out on a starless sea,Uncertain of return once more,

So come I unto thee,O dark and death-lik- e sleep.

Father, receive my evening prayer.Thou knowest best,

What time my pilgrim soul shouldfare

To its long rest.A little longer to abide

This may more needful be;Yet quick departing to Thy side

Is better far for me.Thy pleasure is my prayer.

So this I ask for Jesus' sake:If called this night,

Then let my mist-clear- ed eyesawake

To perfect light;But if an earthly clay shall dawn,

Give it a resurrection power.Forgive the error past and gone,

Bless every new-bor- n hour;

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That when I come to launch oncemore

On sleep's dark, death-lik- e sea,Come life, come death, on either

shoreI may be nearer Thee.

Grant this for Jesus' sake.

Seabury Divinity School, Fari-bault, Minn.

THE CLERGYMAN IN OLDAGE.

Cardinal Wolsey is reported tohave said, "If I had served by Godas I have served my king, Hewould not in my old age have de-

serted me."We well remember the college

oration of a friend (since an emi-nent Boston lawyer) on "The oldage of the political partisan," andwish it were in print for all poli-

tical partisans to read.But one of the saddest things

we know of is the old age of someof our clergymen, who after a lifespent in the service of the Masterare shoved aside to make way foryounger men.

At the age when the doctor andlawyer are receiving their largestfees, and all needy soldiers arehonorably provided fotr in well-appoint- ed

soldiers' homes, the oldclergymen, like the old horse, istoo often left to hard work forlittle pay or to depend on charity.

In the Catholic and MethodistEpiscopal churches, we believe,this is not true. But in some ofour churches we have had broughtto our notice sad instances of theneglect and suering of aged cler-gymen.

As this paper goes to all theclergy of our own State, we wouldurge upon them (in view of thefact that sooner or later they willall if they live grow old) totake action for the establishmentin all churches of funds whichshall honorably provide for theold age of those who have giventheir lives to the preaching of thegospel. GEO. T. ANGELL.

NORTH DAKOTA.

We are glad to find in a leiterreceived this morning a descrip-tion of the very kind treatment ofhorses by the Norwegians inNortjiDakota. Probably in no countryin the world are horses more kind-ly treated than in Norway.

OUR QUEER LANGUAGE.

(From February St. Nicholas.)

When the English tongue we speakWhy is "break" not rhymed with

"freak"?Will you tell me why it 's trueWe say "sew" but likewise "few" ;

And the maker of a verseCannot cap his "horse" with

"worse"?"Beard" sounds not the same as

"heard" ;

"Cord" is different from "word";"Cow" is cow, but "low" is low ;

"Shoe" is never rhymed with "foe."Think of "hose" and "dose" and

"lose";And of "goose" and yet of

"choose."Think of the "comb" and "tomb"

and "bomb";"Doll" and "roll"; and "home" and

"some."And since "pay" is rhymed with

"say,"Why not "paid" with "said," I

pray?We have "blood" and "food" and

"good";"Mould" is not pronounced like

"could."Wherefore "clone," but "gone" and

"lone"?Is there any reason known?And, in short, it seems to meSounds and letters disagree.

COMBINATIONS OF CAP-

ITAL.

Don't you think, Mr. Angell,that great combinations of capitalare endangering our republicangovernment ? Yes'.

Will they destroy it? No.What can prevent it? Great

combinations of intelligent laborcontrolled by intelligent leaderswho cannot be bought or sold, re-

sulting in the settlement of ques-tions between capital and labor atthe ballot-bo- x, without armies ornavies on one side, or dynamiteand great incendiary fires on theother.

How do you think this will bebrought about? By a public de-

mand that civics and humane edu-cation shall be considered in ourcolleges and schools the most im-

portant branches to be taughtthere.

'BRITISH SCHOOLBOYBLUNDERS.

From the St. Jame's Gazette.

The historical and other "facts"given here are taken from school-bay- s'

examination papers.Of whom was it said "He never

smiled again?" William Rufusdid this after he was shot by thearrow.

My favorite character in Eng-lish history is Henry VIII., be-

cause he had eight wives and kill-

ed them all.Edward III. would have, been

King of France if his mother hadbeen a man.

Alexander the Great was bornin absence of his parents.

What followed the murder ofBecket? Henry II. receivedwhacks with a birch.

The principal products of Kentare Archbishops of Canterbury.

The chief clause in Magna Char-t-a

was that no free man should beput to death or imprisoned with-out his own consent.

Where were the Kings of Eng-land crowned? On their heads.

What were the three most im-

portant Feudal dues? Friendship,courtship, marriage.

What do you know of Drydenand Buckingham? Dryden andBuckingham were at first friends,but soon became contemporaries.

What is Milton's chief work?Milton wrote a sensible poem call-

ed the "Canterbury Tails."Give the names of five Shake-

spearean plays. Macbeth, Mikado,Quo Vadis, San Toy, Sign of theCross.

An optimist is a man who looksafter your eyes, and a pessimist isa man who looks after your feet.

A man who looks on the brightside of things is called an optimistand the one who looks on the dullside is called a pianist.

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EL VAQUERO.

"Ave Maria," a herder said,One eve in sight of Santa Fe,

Where ground and blanket werehis bed

And all around his cattle lay.

"Ave Maria, full of grace"How strangely solemn were the

words,In such a wild and dreary place,

Beneath the stars, among theherds.

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"Santa Maria, Mother of God,"Angel-lik- e breezes came to take

The words thus spoken from thesod

To yonder sky while yet hespake.

"Prav' for us sinners now," saidhe,

With earnest hope to be for-given ; .

While distant hills all seemed tobe

Steps leading from the plains toheaven.

"Pray for us in the hour of death,"And softly still the murmuring

came,Until at last the lisping breath

Ceased with the sweet and holyname.

"Ave Maria" no more he said,That eve in sight of Santa Fe;

When morning came a herder deadWas found there where his

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FOR COLLEGE PRESIDENTS

A College Hazing We Approve.

Frank Hinkej', Yale, '94, afamous football captain, told thefollowing story at a recent collegealumni dinner:

"It happened in 1892. Somesophomores noticed that two pooicountry boys began their house-keeping in a room on the groundfloor of one of the college halls,with a miserable apology for abed, no carpet, no table, and onlytwo chairs as the sum total of thn'routfit. They proposed Vo boardthemselves, but bad only a fewdollars for. their food during theterm. They expected hazing andwere not disappointed.

"One night the trembling youthswere summoned by a sophomore,who as not ovcrcourteous, to goto a room upwstairs. They obey-

ed, pale with fear. They were de-

tained about an hour, but were on-

ly quizzed by the circle of studentsill the r.oom. Then they were re-

leased. Entering their own apart-ment, they were dazzled by a newcarpet, a tasteful bedstead fullyequipped, a study table, easy chirs,a handsome drop-lam- p, a bookcasepartly filled with books, a stove,pictures on the walls, rugs, etc.,while in a closet were enough pro-

visions to last a week."Boston Herald, April 27.

As our paper goes every monthto all college presidents in Ameri-ca, north of Mexico, we hope thatthis of the above in-

cident may result in good.

SAVED HER NINE PUPS.

At the fire at "Tom" Earley'splace on La Grange street earlyyesterday morning, the "colonel's"celebrated bull terrier, Zola, per-formed an act that deeply touchedthose who saw it. Zola, who isa registered dog, is the mother ofnine handsome little puppies andhas been caring for her happyfamily, in the basement where thefire started.

When the alarm was given thefirst attendant on the scene madea rush for the cellar to rescue thedogs. He met Zola staggering upthe cellar stairs with a puppy inher mouth and discovered that shehad brought the entire family upjone by one, to a place of safety.Three of the puppies were in badcondition from the smoke and thelittle mother herself was veryweak from her efforts. The familyreceived the best of care and it ishoped they will all pull through.Meantime there is nothing toogood for Zola. Boston Herald,May 12.

"Ah! you do not know the Lit-

tle One yet. She is worth a study.I painted her years ago 'La

a Sept Ans.' There wasnot a picture in the salon thatwinter that was sought like it. Ihad traveled in Algeria then; Ihad not entered the army. Thefirst thing I saw of Cigarette wasthis! She was seven years old;she bad been beaten black andblue; she had had two of her tinyteeth knocked out. The men werefurious, she was a pet with them;and she would not say who haddone it, though she knew twentyswords would have beaten him flatas a fritter if she had given hisname. T got her to sit to me somedays after. I pleased her withher own picture. I asked her totell me why she would not say whohad her. She put herhead on one side like a robin, andtold me, in a whisper: "It wasone of my comrades because Iwould not steal for him. I wouldnot have the army know it woulddemoralize them. If, a French sol-

dier ever does a cowardly thing,another French soldier, must not

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betray it.' Tliat was Cigaretteat seven years. The esprit ducorps was stronger than her ownwrongs. What do you say to thatnature?"

"That js superb! that it mightbe molded" to anything. The pityis "

"Ah, tais-toi- !" said the artist-troope- r,

half wearily, half laugh-ingly. "Spare me the old world-wor- n,

threadbare formulas. Be-

cause the flat and the laleza blos-som for use, and the garden-flowe- rs

grow trained and pruned, mustthere be no bud that opens formere love of sun, and swings freein the wind in its fearless fair,fashion? Believe me, dear Victor,it is the lives which follow no pre-vious, it is the lives which follow

p. no previous rule that do the most- good and give the most harvest."

THE HOUSTONIAS.

Half a dozen Quaker ladies,Straight and slim and small,

In a sunny Berkshire feadowBy a low stone wall.

"Is thee come to Yearly Meeting?""Yea." "And thee, too?" "Yea."

"Verily, and thee is early!""Opens next First-day- ."

And in truth, the next day MaySabbath

All that meadow fairScarce could hold the Yearly

MeetingSet for session there;

Tn their little gray-blu- e bonnets,Chatting, brim to brim,

Half a million Quaker ladies,Straight and small and slim.

SARAH J. DAY, in The Ameri-can Friend.

The Houstonia, one of ourprettiest wild flowers, is often call-

ed "Qaukcr Lady" on account ofthe quaint primness of its daintylittle blossoms.

BREAD MAKING.

By L. E. Chittenden.

After T learned to cook mostthings very well, T still held alooffrom bread making, as of some-thing so laborious and uncertain

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and altogether mysterious that Ifeared to attempt it.

But the cooks in the kitchenwere too often failures in respectto bread making, and we despisedbaker's bread; hence it came topass that in the interim betweencooks, I came across a recipe ofMrs. Rorer's which read so intel-ligently and included no all-nig- ht

settings and early risings and in-

definite results; so I resolved totry this apparently simple formula,with a resolution privately made,that if it was a failure I'd saynothing about it, but cast the fail-

ure into the furnace and preservea golden and discreet silence inregard to my attempt. That wasnine years ago, and I have metwith na failure then or since, andas a proud and happy reward haveearned the unique tribute frommy husband that my bread is"even better than his mother's."And I know praise can no furthergo than this!

This is the way I make it.

When breakfast is almost ready,I put a cake of compressed yeastto soak in three tablespoonfuls oftepid water.

In the mixing crock I put onepint of milk and a lump of but-ter the size of a walnut. I setthis crock in the warm oven leav-ing the oven door open, and go tobreakfast; when I come out, thebutter has spread over the surfaceof the milk. I add a pint of coolwater, a teaspoonful of salt, a'tablespoonful of sugar, then if themixture is luke warm I stir inthe yeast and a quart of flour. Ibeat the batter hard for five min-

utes and stir in a quarter or moreof flour, enough to knead it intoa mass.

I turn it onto a well-flour- ed

board and knead for fifteen min-utes ; I grease my crock and setwhere it is warm. I place breadwithin, cover with a close, set itin a warm place, and let it risethree hours. Then T mix into fourloaves and let rise one hour more,and bake 45 minutes.

Whole wheat flour bread I makethe same way except hat I mixwhole wheat flour with the white,one-ha- lf of each.

If I wish rolls for breakfast Ileave out enough for one loaf;this I roll out and spread withmelted butter, cut out with small

biscuit cutter, let rise- - one-ha- lf

hour longer than the bread, bake30 minutes, and warm through thenext morning by covering panwith a well-fitte- d cover and watch-ing carefully not to let them gettoo brown.

Or I add sugar, cinnamon, acup of currants, and a little meltedshortening, and mold into largershapes for buns, or bake altogeth-er in a flat pan for coffee-cak- e orSally Lunn, wetting the top withegg or milk, and sprinklink withsugar ond cannimon.

A cup of boiled rice added tobread sponge makes it deliciouslysweet and nutritive. In fact, anyof the cooked breakfast foods, ifnot too stiff, add nutrition and adelightful nutty flavor to the bread.

AN INSTANCE.

Bridget and Pat were sitting inan armchair reading an article on"The Law of Compensation."

"Just fancy," exclaimed Brid-

get; "accordin' to this whin a monloses wan av 'is sinses anothergits more developed. For instance,a bloind mon gits more sinse avhe'rin' an' touch, an' "

"Shure, an' it's quite true," ex-

claimed Pat."Oi've noticed it meself. Whin

a mon has wan leg shorter thanthe other, begorra the other's long-

er." Philadelphia Times.mum

A PATHETIC MESSAGE.

Kennebec (Me.) Journal: Apathetic message was received byDr. Gould of Rockland recentlyfrom that lonely place called Ma-tinic-

Dr. Gould has a system ofpigeons which convey messagefrom there to the mainland, andon Saturday there came a pigeonto the homing loft at Tenant'sHarbor conveying news of the se-

rious illness of Mrs. E. A. Young.The silent messenger that flewacross twenty miles of seas toTenant's Harbor was found tohave seven No. 1 shot imbeddedthis injury, by a thoughtlesssportsman,' the bird had flownacross with her message, and, trueto instinct, the bird had deliveredher message. Shortly after thehomecoming the bird died.

. LOVE IN SLEEPY CAMP.

' (From Mainly About People.)

It was too hot for work in"Sleepy Camp," so nearly all themen had given it up for the dayand lounged into Zeb's saloon tohave a smoke and a drink.

Though it was getting well onin the afternoon the sun was stillblazing hot and there wasn't abreath of air to move the red dust.In a little shanty, not far from thesaloon, sat two young diggers,both tall, well built men, but onehandsome, the other ugly hencetheir nicknames Bob, the. Beautyand Ugly Sam. Sam sat in thecorner near the window, throughwhich "could be faintly heard thelaughing and singing at Zeb's ;

Bob sat on the table, swinging hislegs.

"It's a treat to git out o' thatscorchin' sun," said Ugly, pullinga pipe out of his pocket and knock-ing the ash on the floor.

"Yes," agreed Beauty, stretch-ing his arms and yawning fear-

fully.

"We've had a grand day,haven't we, Beauty?" asked Sam,striking a match on his boot.

"Yes," answered Bob, shuttinghis big mouth with a snap.

"You seem to take it awfulquiet you don't seem to graspthat we Ave two pards havefound the biggest nugget ever dugup in 'Sloop Camp.' "

"Oh, yes, I do," replied Bob,kicking so hard at the table legthat it seemed more than likely therickety old thing would give way.

"Let's have another look at it!"So saying, Sam jumped to his

feet and took a key out of hispocket, crossed to a large chestthat was standing up against thewall, fitted it in the lock and threwback the lid with a bang.

It was a nugget goodnessknews how much it was worth.

"Isn't it grand," cried Sam, fall-

ing on his knees and patting itaffectionately with his hand.

"I should say it was," said Bob,slipping off the table to have alook over Ugly's head.

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"Another find half as big asthat, and we're made fer life," andSam closed the lid and locked it,putting the key carefully back intohis pocket.

Bob crossed to the table andtook up his former position.

"Ours has turned out a trumpof 'er claim," he said.

Sam nodded his head and re:plied :

"Rather.""What'll you do when yer have

enough give up work?" askedBob.

"I might think o' doing so,"answered Sam, relighting his pips.

"Might git married, eh?""Maybe."Bob slipped down off the table

once more and went to the dooropened it and looked out. Twoor three miners were passing ontheir way to their shanties; theygreeted him with "Good evening,Beauty," and walked on. Bobkicked the door to and strodeacross to Sam, who was still puff-ing at his pipe.

"Look here, Ugly," said Bob;"it's no good us two goin' on likethis, is it?"

"No," replied Sam, rising frimhis seat.

"What's ter be done?"Sem shook his head." 'Bout Lil, I mean," explained

Bob."I know what yer mean, Beau-

ty," and Sam looked intently atthe floor as if thinking.

"Who does she like the best o'us two?" asked Bob.

"Can't say the one she's talkih'to at the time, I guess."

"Look here, Ugly," said Bob,"we've always been good pals,we've not had rows like Hatchetand Black George, and it's a pitywe should start now, especially'bout a woman."

"Yer right enough there 1"

agreed Sam."Now, we both love Lil," con-

tinued Bob, and there was a per-ceptible catch in his voice at theword "love," "and we think shecares fer us both jist about thesame."

"Ye.""Well, if one were to go, the

one left would most probablyhave 'er eh?"

"Yes," from Sam, with a nodof the head.

"Who's to go?" asked Bob.The two men looked at each

other there was silence for a mo-

ment except for the distant laugh-ing then Sam felt in his pocketfor something and said:

"You see this dollar piece?Well, it may sound a bit wrong 10spin for her, but listen, Beauty,one of us two has ter go. I'llthrow this coin up, you call, and ifyer right I'll pack, but if yer wrongI'll stay.

Bob bit sis lips."Is it a go?" asked Sam."And the one that goes, does he

take his share?" Bob asked."He takes that," answered Sam,

pointing to the chest. "If yerright yer have Lil and I take thenugget, but if wrong yer go withthe nugget and I stay with thegal."

"It seems a bit funny "

"But," interrupted the other,it's a way out of the wood; if weboth staty ther'll be shootin'."

"All right, Ugly, it's a bargain."Bob drew a long breath. "We'llstick by the spin of that theredollar."

"We will. Shall I throw?" ask-

ed San quietly."Yes," came from Bob in the

same tone."Call while it's high," said Sam,

and up it went spinning roundand round in the air.

"Women !" cried Bob.Down it came with a ring on the

floor and rolled into a corner ofthe room.

"See what it is," said Sam.Bob crossed hesitatingly and

peered down into the corner."It's heads," he cried, "I've

lost.""And I've won," cried Sam,

rushing over to the place and pick-ing up the dollar, "my dear oldlucky coin," and he put it to hislips and kissed it then went toBob, who was looking out of thewindow.

"Shake!" he said, holding outhand.

Bob turned and took it, grip-ping hard.

"Here's the key to the chestyou've got the nugget," said Sam.

"Yes, that's right enough," re-pli- el

Bob the Beauty with a chuc-

kle; "111 be off in the morning.It was early when Bob got up

next morning so early that therewas only a very faint tinge of lightin the east, but he hadn't slept nwink, so it was as good as tossingabout for another hour or so.

He unlatched the door at theshanty as noiselessly as he couldfor fear of waking Sam, who wassnoring away on his back, and slip-

ped out into the open. He wantedto have a last look around, andstraighten things up for his going

he'd have to make some excuseto the boys, he thought, they'dthink it so strange, and so he walk-

ed down to the claim.Although he had gone out so

qujetly, the click of the latch hadbeen enough for Sam, who awoketo find himself laughing, positive-ly laughing, he was so happy.

He didn't get up immediately,but lay there planning out his fu-

ture happiness. He was sorry,very sorry for Beauty, but perhapsthe nugget would be some con-

solation to him ; besides, he didn'tthink Bob liked the girl as muchas he did.

Quite an hour passed before hedressed himself, a bit smarter thanusual, and went out. He evenpicked a little yellow flower thatwas growing among the grass by

the side of the track and put it inhis buttonhole.

He had been walking for sometime, now and then breaking intosong in his deep, rough voice, andhardly noticing where he wenttill he looked up and found himselfby Peep Hollow, some way out of

the camp ; so he sat down with hisback against a big pine and lit hispipe.

"As happy as a King I'd be," hestarted to sing between the puffsof smoke, when he stopped sud-

denly, for coming along the pathtoward him he saw a slight figurein a big straw hat. His heart gavea bound. It was Lil !

Ugly sat very still as she ap

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proached, and she didn't see him,being very interested in somethingshe was talking to he strained hisears to listen.

"You dear, dear, old fellowhow I love you better than all theworld Sleepy Camp thrown in."

It was a photo-pictur- e she ad-

dressed these remarks to. Samcould make that much out.

"There, back to your little hid-

ing place, and nobody knows noth-

ing about yer." So saying shekissed it and slipped into thje frontof her blouse, then, turning fromthe path, cut through the pines.

Sam had stopped his song tolisten, and it was some momentsbefore he thought of getting upto follow her, but he did after atime, and tried to make out theway she had gone.

He had been breaking throughthe undergrowth for a few min-

utes when he saw something onthe ground a few yards ahead.

"It's the picture she had," saidSam to himself, so he forced hisway through to the spot where itlay. It was face downward hepicked it up and turned it overit was Beaut's.

Sam let it fall with a half-stifl- ed

cry and put his hand to his throat,then kicked his way out to thetrack again and made for theshanty.

He met two or three of the boyswho were off to work, but he neverraised his head to their greetings.Reaching the hut he pushed thedoor open and stumbled in. Bobhadn't returned (his things wereseill unpacked); he took a longtime to say good-b- y to his friends.

Sam dropped into a chair, andstared hard at the door then hejumped up and rummaged in theroom for something and returnedto the table with a dirty piece ofpaper and a little stump of a pencil

He sat down, and then, with hisgreat heart like a lump of lead,wrote, in a very illegible hand:

Dear Beauty Your sure ter beknocked when yer see this, butyou'll be glad. We tossed squareand fair for the gal, and I won,well I were a fool ter think thata gal would like me in pref. teryou. Anyway, I soon found out

my mistake, so I'm goin' insteadof you.

The 'rangements were thae f

one had Lil, the other has the nug-get so being, it belongs ter me,but I ain't goin' to take it you'd'ave ter wait a time 'fore yer foundanother p'raps never I don'twant it. Yer stay I go.

Still always your mate and pard.UGLY SAM. -

Leaving the scrawl upon the ta-

ble, Sam put a few belongings intoa bundle and went out slammingthe door.

As he threw the bundle over hisshoulder he noticed the little yel-

low flower in his buttonhole. Hetook it out and threw it away, lithis pipe and turned his back onSleepy Camp.

APPLES.

A Life Restoring Health Preserv-ing Fruit From A 11 Ages.

Apples were at one time under-estimated; they were scarcely con-sidered a fruit rare enough or lus-

cious enough for the considerationof the epicure, unless, indeed, theyformed a part of some elaboratedessert, compounded and cookedby a skilled housekeeper. Applejellies, puddings, pies and cakesmight do, but plain, raw appleswere fit only for school children,vegetarians or the poor. All thisis now changed and the apple hascome to its own again,various times lightly esteemed ordiscredited, at least its whole-somene- ss

has been steadily recog-nized. Apple-sayin- are fre-quent, both in our own countryand in England, all of which tes-

tify in favor of the fruit. In thelowest countree" there are foureach : "An apple a day sends thedoctor away," is the first andbriefest. Then follow, in the orderto their vigor, three more:

Apple in the morning,Doctor's warming.

Roast apple at nightStarved the doctor outright.

East an apple going to bed,Knocked the doctor on the head.

A little less agressive is onethe Midlands:

Three each day, sev'n days aweek

Ruddy apple, ruddy cheek.

A NEW DEPARTURE.

There has recently been organiz-ed an institution called the Hono-lulu school of Dramatic Art.Our city has long wanted an or-

ganization of this clr.ss, attractiousbeing few and far between. TheSchool is in the hands of weilknown men who are thoroughlyfamiliar with the professionalstage, this fact alone insures thesuccess of the venture. It is theintention of the faculty to producemodern dramas at intervals at theOpera House in order that the pu-pils may acquire that freedom onthe stage that goes to make up thefinished actor. The directors ofthe School are as follows : LovetteRockwell, Allan Dunn, StuartWebster and W. D. Adams of theBergstrom Music Co., to whom allcommunications regarding initi-ation should be addressed. Thereis also a vocal department ablymanaged by Mr. Hugo Herzerconnected with the institution. Therooms of the School are in theProgress Block and visitors are al-

ways welcome.i i

MY ISLANDS.

On the edge of the world my Isl-ands lie,

Under the sun-steep- sky;And their waving palms

Are bounteous almsTo the soul-spe- nt passer by.

On the edge of the world my Isl-

ands dreamUnder the tender gleam

Of moon and starThat beckon far

From worlds that only seem.

On the edge of the world my Isl-ands sleep

In a slumber and deep,What should they know

Of a world of woe,And mriad men that weep.

On the edge of the world, dearIslands, stay,

Far from its clamorous day,Content with calm,

Hold peace and balm,Be Isles of the Blest, for aye.

Mary Dillingham Frear.

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PLACEZ A MON COTE.

This beautiful French hymn waswritten by the celebrated Ultra-montane, Louis Veuillof, and setto music by Charles Gounod (in1883), recently deceased:

Placez a mon cote ma plume,Sur mon coeur le Christ mon

orgueil ;

Sous mes pieds mettez ce volume,Et clouez en paix le cercueil.

Apres le derniero priereSur ma fosse plantez la croix,

Et si on me donne tine pierreGravez dessus; J' ai crul Je

vois I

Dites entre vous ; II sommeille,Son dur labeur est acheve !

On plutot dies ; II s'eveille !

II voit ce qu' il a tant reve I

J' espere en Jesus sur la terre;Je n'ai pas rougi de son loi;

Au dernier jour, devant son Pere,II ne rougira pas de moil

L. Veuillot.

SOME BIG CATCHES OFFISH.

Steamers arriving from Kauaiports yesterday bring news ofsome great fish catches. Duringthe past week thousands of fishhave been caught off Waiwea. AtHanalei Mr. Birkmyre is reportedto have captured 4000 mullet inone haul in the Hanalei river.

It is not time to have the basiclaw of this Territory amended?We put the question to the visitingSenators. Should not the manwho is responsible to the Presi-dent and Congress for the honestyand efficiency of local administra-tion, be empowered to make hisown choice of subordinates and toremove them for cause? That isthe rule in the best systems ofmunicipal government and it oughtto be the rule here where politicalconditions always threaten theTreasury and obstruct every effortin office for the public good.

The Territorial Agricultural De-partment for which Wray Tayloris commissioner, is at present en-gaged in an effort to promote

small farming in Hawaii by everypossible means. Not only is thiswork being done in tle free dis-tribution of advice but also ofseeds and plants required by thefarmers. Seed potatoes sufficientto plant hundreds of acres havebeen sent to Maui and sisal plantsenough to start a good sized plan-tation for Molokai.

The work of the department isdone for the most part in the Nu-uan- u

Valley experiment stations.Thousands and thousands of treesand plants are under the care ofForesters Haughs who is incharge there. The illustrationabove shows the propagating houseon the left, where thousands ofyoung trees are given their startin life. When the sprouts haveattained a sufficient growth theyare distributed free to whoevermay make request. Many of the.most beautiful forests on the isl-

ands are the results of youngtrees planted by the government.

During the rainy season thepropagating house is used by tVfe

employes of the forester in makingflower pots from ti leaves.

On the right are the servants'quarters, while to the rear the il-

lustration shows the residence oc-

cupied by the forester.Panicum grass which is shown

under cultivation in the secondpicture is being distributed overthe Territory to the various ranch-es. Panicum grass is said to bean ideal food for stock, and theresults already obtained from theseeds sent appear to justify theclaim.

GREAT INDUCEMENT TO

STUDENTS.

The management of the Wilczekconcert on Tuesday evening, Oct.14, have arranged a special rate forall the college students in the city.All information ragarding samewill be given by W. D. Adams atthe Bergstrom Music Co. Mr.Wilczek has arranged an elaborateprogram including such numbersas the Prinze Song from the Meis-tcrsing- er

for violin, piano and or-

gan. The Spanish Dance by Sar-asat- e,

etc. This will be a great so-

cial event as well as a great musi-

cal treat, as several social partieshave engaged seats at this earlydate.