YORKER. 
JUNE <2 
about brave men ami brave deeds—it does us 
good to discuss them. The world has uever 
s een braver men than those whose graves are 
covered with flowers ou Decoration Day. I 
do not think the world can produce braver or 
nobler women than those who sent their hus¬ 
bands and sons and brothers to the war, and 
did a man’s work at home that the battles 
might be fought. These things are sure to 
come mto our minds on Decoration Day and 
tbev ought to do us good. We do not need to 
kcouation Day has come 
and gone. No doubt most 
of you helped to celebrate 
T @Hi it. You will wonder, per- 
j|P haps, why I talk about it 
it after the celebration is all 
3E over. There were so many 
^ WQ to talk and write about the 
day before it came that I 
JCA have waited till now so 
that what I have to say can 
^ (?) he remembered. Every 
one of our great holidays 
^ ) serves a good purpose. 
They take our thoughts away from the pre¬ 
sent, away from ourselves, and show us that 
we do not live for ourselves alone, but that 
this is a great big country, stretching thou¬ 
sands of miles North and South, East and 
and West. Every man and woman and every 
boy and girl ought to feel an interest in this 
country. It has cost too much to preserve 
the Union and to make this country what it is, 
for us to say that there are plenty of others 
to look out for good government and all that 
sort of thiug. It is just such a spirit that 
makes war and bad government possible. Dec¬ 
oration Day is, to my mind, one of the most 
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go back into tne centuries, or io go do umei 
counti ies to. And examples of bravery ; we 
have them here. Each one of my boys and 
gills desires to be good and true and brave. 
I never yet heard of a boy or girl who made 
a bad man or woman from choice. I hope 
our boys will never be called upon to light, 
and I hope our girls will never be obliged to 
act as home soldiers, yet 1 know that there 
are thousands of little battles that you will 
have to light before you can be the men and 
women l want you to be. There are a dozen 
giants like selfishness, carelessness and lazi¬ 
ness that will be sure to want to fight. You 
must do the fighting alone for nobody can do 
it for you. You will need the same silent and 
patient courage that has called out the great 
heaps of flowers in the soldiers’ graveyards. 
For this reason Isay that Decoration Day lias 
its uses. It should always be. celebrated, aud 
its memories should be cherished. 
Look out for the slugs ou the roses now. 
They will do plenty of damage unless you take 
them in time. Look for them on the under 
side of the leaves. The flies saw^ into the 
leaves and lay their eggs. When the slugs 
hatch out they feed upon the leaves and soon 
make them look as if they bail been burned. 
A solution of whale oil soap in water will 
make them leave, but a good dusting with 
pyrethruui will make sure work. 
Now is the time to get “into print” easily. 
We have more space now, and perhaps we can 
crowd that advertising column off the page. 
Let us try it. Who can tell us about catching 
moles, or keeping rabbits, or j ilanting nuts, or 
in fact about anything that is a little new? 
You will get an idea from the above of a 
letter that will surely be printed. 
Lists have been received this week from 
Abbic Ward; Freddie J. Champion; Stella 
Woodard; Clifford D. Greene; Sidney G, 
Anderson: Amy E. Taylor; Bessie Cole; Jessie 
M. Andrews; Dora Brasie; Fred Balsey; 
Freeman E. Me Nall; Nellie M. Sankey; Jolmnie 
F. Holm; Emily Cockerau; Mary E. Nichol¬ 
son; Emma Mohr; Harry Daxe; Mary Gar- 
rnory; Lottie E. Stevenson; JuliaE. Newman; 
Deunie E. Boyd; J. G. Campbell; Herbert 
Damrell; Harry M. Hart; John C. Hick; 
John Z. Reed: James H. Lewis; S. C. Stock- 
ton; George C. Brower; AsuWersom; Walter 
Puntenuy; Jos. Greethurst; Rubie Van 
Demark; Willie Marvin; Hoyt G. Muffitt; 
Thomas Knowlos; Lillie Moore; Lewis W. 
Peterson; C. C. McClure; Eva and Fred. 
Bomber; Walter Fisher; Grace Dille; Walter 
H. Beall: Hubert E. Turner; Mark E. Hoose; 
Ethel M. Bennett; Robert M. Colt; Mary C. 
Green; Ada It. Allen; E. M. Burge; Frank C. 
Evarts; Lee Webster; Truman Gerould; Elmer 
R. Young; James M. Stevens; Lillian New¬ 
man; James A. Lelaud; John Ohline; Wirt 
M. Bishop; Sarah J. Gordon; Bertie Season; 
Joseph E. Crocker; Bessie D. Sandess; Orris 
French; and Agnes S. French. I have not 
had time to count all the lists yet but I am 
sure that there are many thousands of words 
in all. The papers, all pasted together would 
make a very long roll. Some of you did not 
understand it as I did. I find some words 
with more than one w and more than one b. 
The id ia was to use only the letters that can 
be found in tbe three words given. I shall 
have to cut out all these “bogus” words. 
A GOOD TRAP. 
Dear Uncle Mark: Perhaps some of the 
boys in the Rural family would like to make 
a box trap that will catch a rat, squirrel or 
rabbit, and be sure “every time.” The en¬ 
closed sketch is a box trap open at either end and 
has a simple tripping arrangement connected 
with the bait. The trap I made was of sound, 
weather-stained boards (to avoid suspicion- 
light boards would not do), 26 inches long, 6 
inches deep and 10 inches wide, inside measure. 
On the side opposite the bait, nail a standard 
outside, to extend 6 inches above the top of 
box. Nail a piece 2 inches wide and 12 inches 
long across top of box at center for post to 
rest on and to hinge lids to. On top of posts 
nail a piece about 9 inches long. Bore a hole 
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Fig. 254. 
through the end of this piece for strings to go 
through, hinge the doors or lids to the center 
cross piece. For bait bore two small holes, 
put a peg in tight at one aud let it stick 
outside one-half inch, and in the other put a 
loose peg with bait tied ou inside. Make the two 
strings even in length and tie them to the short 
loose stiek. Now set the trap “ticklish,” so a 
slight uiltble will trip it. This is very simple, 
and can be made with saw, hammer and nails 
and square. As rats and squirrels will gnaw, 
take some old rusty tin and protect places 
where light shines in. 
M. H. C. Gardner. 
Johnsons, N. Y. 
LETTERS FROM THE COUSINS 
Dear Uncle Mark: As my last letter was 
not printed, I will try again. Papa received 
the Rural seeds and gave me the Garden 
Treasures, and I have planted the sweet peas. 
I go to school and have the same teacher I had 
last term. Papa has a span of Norman colts 
two years old aud their names are Tom and 
Dan. He has driven them and carried me to 
school. This Spring he tapped about 250 trees 
and made quite a lot of sugar, and I had all 
tbe warm sugar I wanted to eat, and wish 
you could have been here to eat some. Will 
Uncle Mark or some of the Rural Cousins 
please tell me how to grow pansies? I have 
tried two or three times, but without success. 
Sandy Creek, N. Y. stella wooda.rd. 
[Who has had the best success with pansies? 
I am glad you lyive the same teacher—u. m,] 
Dear Uncle Mark: We are having fine 
weather for growing things, though we had 
an uncommonly cold winter. We have some 
corn a foot uud a half high. In March last, we 
put out 1,000 plants of Crescent strawberries, 
and 500 of some other kinds, but the Crescent 
is a great deal the best. We planted the 
Alaska Peas, and they were getting along 
finely wiieu tbe rabbits found them, and now 
we won’t get back as much as we planted. We 
will have wheat to cut in a few weeks. We 
have potatoes and beans in bloom; tomatoes 
also. If we had not taken your paper we 
would have lost a horse and Jersey cow that 
we paid $65 for, so your paper has helped us. 
Last year we had two great big watermelons; 
one weighed 49 pounds and the other 20. 
Your loving nephew, 
Chickamauga, Tenn. johnnie f. holm. 
HAZE. 
“I reck’n I done quit fo awhile boss.” 
As the engine made this remark, be stopjied 
turning the press aud took up the bundle of 
rags which served him for a handkerchief. 
He polished his face lustily as the press went 
on until I had “fed in” the next paper. Then, 
with one hand the engine stopped the wheel 
and repeated his remark. 
so that I could only see the upper part of his 
body. That was enough, however. He stood 
with his hat off and liis head bent forward. 
His wife stood close at hand in very much the 
same position, while one. or two little woolly 
heads just reached to the top of the fence. It 
seemed like a curious position in which to find 
the engine and his family. I had seen him in 
many ridiculous positions, however, so that it 
did not seem so far out of the way after alL 
A white man would have taken such a posi¬ 
tion at the grave of a very dear friend, but no 
one thought of the engine as a mourner. I 
content!si myself with calliug him hack, 
thinking his vacation had been extended long 
enough. 
In a short time he came rushing back to the 
office. He caught hold of the wheel aud fairly 
made the press fly. After a “run” that made 
a great hole in the papers, he stopped to fill his 
pipe. As he rubbed the tobacco up in his great 
hands, it seemed to me that there was some¬ 
thing wrong with him. He laughed aud 
grinned just the same as ever, and fairly tied 
himself into a knot when I remarked that his 
pipe was strong enough to turn the press. 
Back of all this mask of gaiety, however, there 
was something that told me he was greatly 
troubled. 
I doubt if I could have found out the reason 
of this trouble, however, if a friend of his own 
color had not dropped in. This gentleman had 
evidently called during the engine’s absence. 
From their conversation 1 got something of an 
idea of the cause of the engine’s seriousness. 
Let their dialogue tell the story, 
“Whar you ben at,” said the new comer, as 
he took off his hilt and turned it into a fan. 
“I cum round yer awhile ago hut done see 
uuffln ob you; reck'nd yousedon© quit.” 
“The engine rubbed away at his tobacco as 
he answered—“I’se ben to de berryin—date 
whar I’s lien at. 1 hates powerful ter quit, but 
pears like I or ter go.” 
“Whose berryin’ at wuz? Didn’t know dat 
nobody wuz dead.” The visitor spoke sadly, 
just as if he w as sorry to miss such an impor¬ 
tant event as a berryin. 
The engine began to act a little foolish 
again. He laughed and hung his head dowu 
us he answered, “It wunt one of dese sho’ null" 
berryin’s—jest my dog; but ’i>ears ter me,” he 
said, as if to explain something of his conduct, 
“dats deres a heap of men dat done deserb a 
berryin more dan dat dog done.” 
The visitor evidently began to get inter¬ 
ested. He stopped waving his hut and thrust 
his great lips out in surprise as he asked: 
“How dat dog ob youse come ter die like dat? 
I reck’ned dat wuz de livest dog dey wuz in de 
hull place. W T har he die at?” 
(To be continued.) 
f or ilje Boimg. 
Don’t kill the toads, boys. They do too 
much good. Let us spend all we desire to kill 
pn the potato bugs. 
Now don’t drop me entirely because I speak 
of an engine’s talking. Give me a chance to 
explain. Our engine was a tall, strong colored 
man. We called him our engine, because he 
surely did an engine’s work, and because be 
was the only one we had. We liked to speak 
of our “power press,” and never cared if the 
public saw fit to make us more powerful than 
we really were. 
Our engine was certainly stronger than any 
of his steam brothers of equal size. His mus¬ 
cles were like steel rods and his lungs were as 
strong as an iron boiler. He never puffed at 
all over his work, while a real engine would 
make a dreadful outcry when pushed a little. 
The engine looked anxiously at me as he 
mopped his face. I was feeling rather good 
natured—no, I will tell the truth aud say that 
I was lazy—so that. I nodded to him. He 
never waited for a second word, but ran out 
at the door with all speed. 
A short time after this I chanced to look out 
at the window and saw the engine in what 
seemed to me a curious position. There was a 
fence—in fact, several of them—between us, 
AN OPIUM EATER S STORY. 
CRAWLING OVER RED HOT BARS OF 
IRON IN FEARFUL FRENZY—A SCI¬ 
ENTIFIC INVESTIGATION AND ITS 
RESULTS. 
Cincinnati Thncs-Star. 
“Opium or death!” 
This brief sentence was fairly hissed into 
the ear of a prominent, druggist on Vine street 
by a person who, a few years ago well off, is 
to-day a hopeless wrecit! 
One can scarcely realize the sufferings of an 
opium victim. De Quincy has vividly por¬ 
trayed it. But who can fitly describe the joy 
of the rescued victim? 
H. C. Wilson, of Loveland, O., formerly 
with March, Harwood & Co., manufacturing 
chemists of St Louis, and of the well-known 
firm of H. C. Wilson & Co., chemists, formerly 
of this city, gave our reporter yesterday a bit 
of thrilling personal experience in this line. 
“I have crawled over red hot bars of iron 
and coals of fire,” he said, “in ray agony 
during an opium frenzy. The very thought of 
my sufferings freezes my blood aud chills my 
bones. I was then eating over 80 grains of 
opium daily.” 
“How did you contract the habit?” 
“Excessive business cares broke me down 
and my doctor prescribed opium! That is the 
way nine-tenths of cases commence. When I 
determined to stop, however, I found I could 
not do it. v 
“You may be surprised to know,” he said, 
“that two-fifths of the slaves of morphine and 
opium are physicians. Many of these I met. 
We studied OUr cases carefully. We found 
out what the organs were in which the appe¬ 
tite was developed and sustained; that no vic¬ 
tim was free from a demoralized condition of 
those organs; that the hope of a cure depen¬ 
ded entirely vjion the degree of vigor which 
could be imported to them. I have seen pa¬ 
tients while undergoing treatment, compelled 
to resort to Opium again to deaden the horri¬ 
ble puin in those orgrns. I marvel how I es¬ 
caped.” 
“Do you mean to say, Mr. Wilson, that 
you have conquered the habit?” 
“Indeed 1 have.” 
“Do you object to telling me how?” 
“No, sir. Studying the matter with several 
opium-eating physicians, we became satisfied 
that the appetite for opium was located in the 
kidneys aud liver. Our next object was to 
find a specific for restoring those organs to 
health. The physicians, much against their 
code, addressed their attention to a certain 
remedy and became thoroughly convinced on 
its scientific merits alone that it was the only 
one that could be relied upon in every case of 
disordered kidneys and liver. 1 thereupon 
began using it and. supplementing it with my 
own special treatment, finally got fully over 
the habit. I may say that the most important 
part of the treatment is to get those organs 
first into good working condition, for in them 
the appetite originates and is sustained, and 
in them over ninety per cent, of all other 
humau ailments originate.” 
“For the last seven years this position has 
been taken by the proprietors of that remedy 
aud finally it is becoming an acknowledged 
scientific truth among the medical profession; 
many of them, however, do not openly ac¬ 
knowledge it, and yet, knowing they have no 
other scientific specific, their code not allow¬ 
ing them to use it, they buy it upou the quiet 
and prescribe it in their own bottles.” 
“As I said before, the opium and morphine 
habits can never be cured until the appetite 
for them is routed out of the kidneys aud 
liver. I have tried everything—experimented 
with everything, and as the result of my 
studies aud investigation, I can say I know 
nothing can accomplish this result but War¬ 
ner’s safe cure.” 
“Have others tried your treatment?” 
“Yes sir, many; and all who have followed 
it fully have recovered. Several of them who 
did not first treat their kidneys and liver for 
six or eight weeks, as I advised them, com¬ 
pletely failed. This form of treatment is al¬ 
ways insisted upon for all patients, whether 
treated by mail or at the Lovelund Opium In¬ 
stitute, aud supplemented by our special pri¬ 
vate treatment, it always cures.'' 
Mr. Wilson stands very high wherever 
known. His experience is only another proof 
of the wonderful and conceded power of War¬ 
ner's safe cure over all diseases of the kidueys, 
liver and blood, and the diseases caused by de¬ 
rangements of those organs. We may say that 
it is very flattering to t he proprietors of War¬ 
ner’s safe cure that it has received the highest 
medical endorsement and, after persistent 
study, it is admitted by scientists that there is 
nothing in materia tuedicu for the restoration 
of those great organs that equals it in power. 
We take pleasure in publishing the above 
ftutemeats coming from so reliable a source as 
Mr. Wilson and confirming by |K*rsoual ex¬ 
perience what we have time and again pub¬ 
lished in our columns. We also extend to the 
proprietors our hearty congratulations ou thq 
results wrought, 
