Corner Of Oddities

L=rv H, WHITE Is the K sail in the Far IL Away Vfr. ; And dirty the KWE sails at the W)i dockJg And fair are the " cliffis across the i S bay And black is the t nearby rock. Though glitters the snow in the peaks afar, At our feet it is only white. Anu hright in the gieam of the distant star Though a lamp was twice as bright! The rose that nods beyond our reach Is redder than rose of ours. Of thought that turns our tongue to speech Our fellows have the greater dowers. The waters that flow from the hidden springs Are sweeter than those by our side. So we strive through life for these distant things And are never satisfied. So we strive through life for these distant things, But ever they hold their place Till beats Life's drum and Death doth come And we look in his mocking face. And the distant things crowd near and close And, faith! they are dingy and gray! For the charm is lost when the line is crossed 'Twixt Here and Far Away. A Namaqua Witclicraft Story. Once Namaqua was traveling in company with a Boschwoman carrying a child on her back. They had proceeded some distance on their Jouriey, when a troop of wild horses appeared, and the man n&id to the woman, "I am hungry; and as I know you can turn yourself into a lion, so do now, and catch a wild horse, that we may eat." The woman answered, "You'll be afraid." "No, no," sald the man; "I am afraid of dying with hunger, but not of you." Whilst he was yet speaking, hair began to appear at the back of the woman's neck, her nails began to assume the appearance of claws, and her features altered. She sat down the child. The man, alarmed at the change, climbed a tree close by, the woman glared at him fearfully, and going to one side she threw off her skin petticoat, when a perfect lion rushed out into the plain; it bounded and crept along the bushes towards the wild horses, and springing on one of them it feil, and the lion lapped its blood. The lion then came back to where the child was crying, and the man called out from the tree, "Bnough! enough! - don't hurt me. Put off your lion's shape, ril never ask to see this again." The lion looked at him and growled. "111 remain here till I die," said the man, "if you don't become a woman again." The mane and tail then began to disappear, the lion then went towards the bu::h where the skin petticoat lay; it was slipped on, and the woman in her proper shape took up her child. The man descended, partook of the horse's flesh, but never again asked the woman to catch game for him. Would lie a Boy Agaill. Magistrate Harrison is langhing heartily over a case that was adjusted before him the other day, says the Philadelphia Record. A wagon loaded with mineral water jugs backed up to the curbstone in front of a bottling establishment last week and the driver proceeded to unload his wagon by tossing the jugs, one at a time, to a colored youth who stood on the opposite side of the curbstone, ready to catch all that came his way. When things were moving nicely an old man who occupied a house next door stepped out of his own door, threw a brick as straight as a bullet and broke one of the jugs while it was in transit from the driver to the colored boy. He darted back into his own domicile before the driver could recover himself enough to make a protest. A few minutes later another jug was smashed, and again the old man disappeared with a merry laugh. This was kept up until about a dozen jugs had been smashed, when the angry proprietor stopped the fun by causing the old fellow's arrest on the charge of malicious mischief. When Judge Harrison read the charge the old man laughed until the tears rolled down his cheeks, and then admitted his guilt. In making an explanation he told the astonished magistrate that he was able and willing to pay for all the damage he had done, and said: "I saw those jugs flying, and I knew in my heart that I would have thrown bricks at them when I was a boy sixty years ago. I just wanted to see how it would feel again, and I couldn't help myself." The explanation was satisfactory, and after settling the old fellow went away still laughing he&rtily. An Athlete with One Leg. Arnle, the one-legged athlete, is deserving of the respectful conaideration of all serious-minded people because he has turned a physical misfortune into a means of making a living, says a New York paper. The one-legged athlete's full name is Arnie Crockett. He is a scion of the oM -ican ir - ;'v of Crookett, of popular member. He was torn fortyelght years ago at, Thetford, Vt. At the age of four he lost his left leg in a railroad accident. The right was also seriously injured at the ankle. Arnie was a heaUhy, full-b'.oo'led boy, and the inactivily which ene accident entailed brought an excess of blood. He was threatened with apoplexy and other troubles. An intelligent doctor told him that the only thing that would cure him was hard exercise. One of the earlier results of constant gymnastic exercise was to enable him to do an ordínary man's work on. a farm. But his muscular strength developed so remarkably that he turned this attention to athletics as an occuDatjon . He joined" a circus first, and afterwards was for some years athletic and boxing instructor in a club. Then he again devoted his talents to the entertainment of the public. For fifteen years he has been performing publicly. One of Arnie's most remarkabie acts is to skate. He can go round the stage of a theater on his solitary leg and skate as long as anybody cares to wateh him. With a crutch he says he can skate on ice as well as some of the ablest two-legged skaters. on tne norFZonïai bar he can go over in a circle with one hand and do many other remarkable things. The biceps muscles of his arm measures sixteen i rushes. He caa 'box one-minute rounds on oiie leg. With a crutch he claims he can hold his own with a good professional boxer. He gave an illustration of how he delivered a knockout right-hand blow. He hopped forward about four feet on his one leg. When he stopped his right was extended at füll length and his crutch was firmly planted behind him. If any man is looking for a cripple to fight let us hope he will find tb is one. Arnic also rides a bicycie skilii'aiiy and gracefully both on the stage and on the road. Finally, he can hop half a mil on hia oné leg. Centuries ago people used to iear what they eálled the pest.leuce. "Black Death" was the terrible thing ' in the world to them. They (eared it as the people now iear fear the Qiolera and Yellow Fever. And there is a thtng that causes more misery and more deaths than any one of these. It is so comnion that ninetenths of allt he eickness in the world is traceable to it. It is merely that simple, common thing constipa tion. it makes people listless, causes dizziness, headaches, loss of appetite, Iops of isleep, f o ui breath and distress after leating. The little help needed i.s furnished by Dr. Pierce's Pleaaant lellets. One pill is a gentle laxative and two a 'mild cathartic. Once used, always in favor. If you are careless enough to let an unscrupulous druggist sell you somethinK on which he makes more money, it Is your own fault if you do not get"well. Be sure and get Dr. Pierce's Pleasant Pellets. Send 21 cents in one-cent stamps t.o World's Diípensary Medical Association, Buffalo, N. Y. and receive Dr. Pierce's 1008 pnge 'Common Sense Medical Adviser," proíusely illustrated.