ssNo THEM TO BED WITH A‘Klss.
0 mothers. so weary and discouraged.
Worn out with the cares of the day,
You often grow gross and impatient,
Complain of the n‘oise and the play:
For the day brings so many vexations,
So many things going amiss:
But, mothers. whatever may vex you,
Send the children to bed with a kiss.
The dear little feet wander often,
Perhaps from the pathway of right.
. The dear little hands find new mischief
To try you from morning till night.
But think of the desolate mothers
Who‘d give all the world for your bliss,
And, as thanks for your infinite blessings,
Send the children to bed with a kiss!
For some day their noise will not vex you.
The silence will hurt you far more:
You will long for the sweet children voices.
For a sweet childish face at the door.
And to press a child’s face to your bosom.
You’d give all the world just°for this;
For the comfort ’twill bring you in sorrowd
Send the children to bed with a kissl
A MAN’S PURPOSE.
“What outrageous conduct!” exclaim-
ed Mrs. Fielding, gazing at her daugh-
ter with wide opened eyes. -
“Very extraordinary!” agreed Ethel.
“I never heard of such a thing in my
life!”
“I should hope not!” returned her
mother, “what would your poor, dear
father have said if, during his lifetime
3 young man had come to propose for
your hand, and On being refused by you
had expressed his intention of staying in
the house until you accepted him? I’ve
not {even read in novels (with a fine
touch bf scorn) of such a preposterous
notion: Dfihe—did he seem firm about
it, mysilear?”
“Frightfullyl' ’ Ethel assured her,
“fright ully firm, and you should just
see what a chin he has! It would make
three of mine I”
“What did you say?” asked Mrs.
Fielding.
“What c0uld I say? I’ve already told
you everything. I met him, as you
know, at the Merchant-Mainwarings,
and after our first introduction saw him
almost every day ;during the following
month. The nighthbefore I came home
he proposed to. me,_ and I-well, you
know what I said. .
“He,then declared his intention of ask-
ing me again every six months, and did
not seem to care in the least when‘ I as-
sured him that my answer would be
just the same, however many times he
would ask. Well, it is exactly six
months to- day since the—the first time
that I told him thatI couldn’t think of
marrying.”
“And he expressed his intention of
staying here—in this house-till you
said ‘yes?’ put in Mrs. Fielding.” Ethel
nodded.
“Then,” was Mrs. Fielding’s decision,
“we must send for the pelice.”
“Oh, no—no—no!” ejaculated Ethel,
springing up, “please don’t do that.
He’s sure to go. He 3 very gentlemanly,
mother, and I’m sure he’ll behave him-
self if he does stop. Besides if he fought
the policemen, and I’m sure he would
fight them, there would be such a scan-
dal!”
“Yes, Mrs. Fielding agreed that the
affair would give Market Norbury food
for tittle .tattle for a month if the
strong arm of the law were to inter-
vene.’
“I will see the young person myself. I”
exclaimed the elder person, majesti-
cally.
“Don’t be harsh, mother, ” said Ethel,
blushing a little, “because, after all,
you know, he’s—”
“Head over heels in love with you?
Of course,” rejoined Mrs. Fielding. “Of
course he is. If he weren’t I. should
suspect him of having evil designs on the
plate. Leave him to me Ethel!”
So saying, Mrs. Fielding swept mag-
nificently into the drawing room.
Twenty minutes later Mrs. Fielding
returned to her daughter.
“My reasoning had no efiect what-
ever,” she informed, Ethel; “none what-
ever. ‘ I suppose he must remain. He
may be in a more sensible frame of
-mind in the morning. Don’t let the
servants know anything about the real
state of things, and say his luggage will
arrive in due course.”
The result was: (1) That Mr. Rich-
ard Waterbury gained his point. and
stayed at Pleasant View. (2) That
only his fixed determination to win
Ethel Fielding would have led him to
take such a desperate step. (3) That
Ethel by no means deceived her ma-
ternal judgment when she expressed
herself indignantly about Dick and his
resolution. (She let slip his name—
“Dick"—several times unthinkingly.)
(4) That it was the general opinion in
the kitchen that the gentleman who
had come so suddenly—without any
fuggage—was “a man in possession.”
(5) That he seemed to the kitchen a
very well dressed man in possession.
(6) That the gentleman immediately
sat down and wrote a long letter which
wasgiven to the housemaid to post.
(7) That he wired to another address
for somelclothes. (8) That the letter
was addressed to Mr. John Blunt,
Friar’s Temple, London. And (9) that
in the opinion of the kitchen, "Friar’s
Court” sounded like a low place for
any gentleman’s friend to live in.
Dick Waterbury had been with th-
Fieldings a week, and still showed 11:
signs of departing from his resolution.
He had soon made himself at home; he
had broken the ice over the dinner ta-
bleduring the first night of his stay.
Mrs. Fielding and her daughter had
opened the ball by treating him with
rigid politeness; but Dick had pre-
tended not to notice their manner, and
rattled on so gayly that he efiectually
dispersed the cold barrier which the
ladies had attempted to place between
themselves and their self-invited
guest.
After dinner he regaled them with
comic sorfgs, anecdotes and news of the
day which had failed to penetrate to
the fastnesses of Market Norbury So
very agreeable did he make himself, in-
deed, that by bed ime he had quite won
- Mrs. Fielding over to ;....~. 7'. — Rmf .
kepgvery close to he:- .‘
fining, he “Aldon/cu, duh;
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play nor sing, although she could do
both very nicely. On the following day
his clothes arrived, and on the third
day a letter, addressecfito him in a bold
masculine hand. He appeared to per-
use this letter with much interest, and
one he wrote in reply he delivered to
the housemaid with special instructions
that it was to be posted before 6 P. M.,
at which hour the Market Norbury
mail cart was despatched. The house-
maid told the cook that, for a man in
possession, the newcomer wrote a very
elegant hand. This letter, too, was ad-
dressed to that 10w place, Friar’s Court
Temple.
So, by the time Dick had been located
at Pleasant View seven days, he was
quite on friendly—nay, intimate—terms
with the hostess and her daughter.
Every morning when he met the latter
at the breakfast table—seizing an op-
portunity, of course, when Mrs. Field-
ing was not present—he had asked,
“Well?” and Ethel had shaken her head
very determinedly, and made the most
of the exceedingly dimpled chin, which
only represented one- third of Mr. Wa-
terbury’s. During the whole of that
week Dick had never once been out.
The kitchen commented severely on
this point. It savored more of the
“man in possession” than any thing else
he had done.
Seven days had gone—the, seventh
night had come, and still. Ethel re—
mained obdurate. But she paid, her
mother noticed, considerable attention
to her toilet, and wore her prettiest
dresses. .
What was that?
Mrs. Fielding sat up, bathed in cold
perspiration.
What was—there it was again—a
scratching on the window. She listened
—her heart beating a wild tattoo
against her ribs. Yes—there again—
somebody was trying to break in!
Only a sliding door separated Mrs.
Fielding’s room from her daughter’s.
Her teeth chattering in time with the
wild throbbing of her pulses, she crept
out of bed, and, the sliding door being
partly open, into her daughter’s room.
Ethel was slumbering peacefully, but a
touch woke her. There was a hurried
explanation in whisper from Mrs. Field-
ing, and then the two women, clutching
each other for comfort, stole into the
outer bedroom and once more listened.
The scratching had ceased, and only a
shuffling sound could be heard. Then
there were footsteps on the gravel walk
and then the scullery window—which
was immediately beneath—was shot up
with a force that denoted a careless
haste on the part of the midnight in-
truder.
“A burglar!" exclaimed Ethel, pale to
the lips, for she was an-ordinary girl,
with ordinary nerves.
Unconsciously her lips formed the
l word "Dick! ’
“I’ll wake Mr. Waterbury,” said Mrs.
I
Fielding. She tripped swiftly out of
the room, down the passage, and rapped
at her guest 3 door.
In almost less time than it takes to
' relate it, dick found himself standing at
his door in dressing gown and slippers,
trying to instill some calmness into the
troubled breasts of Mrs. Fielding, her
daughter, the cook, and the housemaid
-—for Mrs. Fielding had roused the ser-
vants, there being comfort in numbers,
even scared ones.
“Stop here,” said Dick. “l’ll go
down. If he does not use arms I can
manage him I"
So saying, he moved hastily down-
stairs, and the women, afraid to be left
by themselves, followed him at a re-
spectful distance. A few moments, and
the darkness had swallowed up Dick’s
form. An anxious interval followed,
during which nothing could be heard.
Suddenly there was a crash of crock-
ery and a savage exclamation. Then
another crash, then a whole series of
crashes. The cook and housemaid
shrieked with fright. Mrs. Fielding
grasped the banisters and trembled.
Ethel trembled, too, for Dick. Yes, for
Dick. She loved him, she knew it. His
life was in peril.
A desperate fight was going on in the
passage leading to the kitchen. The
women could dimly discern the forms
of the two men, who breathing 1n short,
quick gasps, were struggling furiously
for the mastery. Backward and for-
ward they swayed, with clenched teeth
and straining muscles. Still the women
dared not move. The couple had fought
their way down to the extreme end of
the passage. and were close to the soul-
lery door. Suddenly a pistol shot rang
out, there was a cry, a splintering of
wood, and a crash of glass, and the two
vanished.
A few seconds later Dick returned,
his dressing- gown half torn off his
back.
“He got away,” he exclaimed; “but
he didn't take anything. I’ll get some
things on and be oif to the police sta-
tion.
The women gazed at their hero with
fond admiring eyes. Once again they
breathed freely. Slowly they moved
upstairs—all but Ethel.
Are you hurt?” she asked him, with
infinite tenderness in her voice.
"Only a bruise or two,” he replied.
“l’ll soon set the police on his track.
first
He took her hand in his.
“I said I would not leave the house,”
he began.
Ethel looked quickly up the stairs to
make sure they two were unobserved.
Then she bent forward, quickly breath~
“Yes” in his ear, and fled to her room.
The police never caught the burglar,
who got back to the Friar’ 8 Court quite
safely, after catching the earliest train
from a. roadside station six miles from
Market N orbury.
Ethel quite meant “yes,” and in due
time was married to the “man in pos-
session,” much to the cook’s and house-
maid’s wonderment.
And Mr.
wedding announcement, chuck led softly
to himself.
“It was a good idea of Dick’s!” was
‘ all he .1114. —Tid Bits.
. I
I,
John Blunt, reading the
THE “DORKIE BIRD" ANTHEM.
A Chicago Girl Nonplussed by the 011011":
Pronunciation.
'- Last evening. at one of the large Pres-
byterian churches on the south side,a
specially attractive service was held.
It had been widely advertised, and every
seat was filled. In one of the forward
pews sat a young person who eag erly
waited for the proceedings to com—
mence.
The opening number on the pro-
gramme was a voluntary beginning, "A
day in thy courts is better than a thou-
sand. I had rather be a doorkeepcr in
the house of my God than to dwell in.
the tents of wickedness.” But the
young person hadn’t a programme and
she didn’t know.
A woman’s beautiful voice rang out
clear and strong, and the young person
taxed her ears to catch the words. At
first they eluded her exasperatingly. but
by patience and close attention she fi-
nally grasped the situation. The singer
considered a day in the courts to a thou-
spent elsewhere. So far so good. But
the next sentence staggered the young
person. The singer thrilled forth that
she had rather Obe a “dorkie bird” in
the house of her God- than to occupy an
elevated position in a less righteous
place.
The young person pondered. Since
her early infancy she had been fed on
verses and chapters from the Bible, but
somehow she couldn’t seem to remem-
ber any reference to a “dorkie bird.”
She must be mistaken in the word, she
thought, and settled herself to listen to
the tenor, who was now warbling the
sweet melody. Surely he would sing
the words plainly. But no, the rendi
tion was as before—“dorkie bird.” The
contralto and bass made no change in
the version, but sang it as the soprano
and tenor had done.
The young person’s mind was per-
1... bed. She could not fix her thoughts
on the prayer which followed, but bow-
ed her head and meditated on the vari-
ous Biblical combinations. No, she
could not recall the least reference to a
“dorkie bird,” but if the choir sang
about it, surely there must be such a
thing. She wondered if it were really
anything like an English sparrow. Ev-
idently it was a humble member of the
feathery tribe, for it was used 1n an un-
important occasion.
During a subsequent vocal number
she leaned toward her escort. “What
is a dorkie bird?” she whispered softly.
“A what?” he inquired.
“A dorkie bird.”
He turned on her a pair of interested
eyes.
“A what?" he asked again.
“Oh, never mind," she whispered,
nervously. “It’s nothing. They are
going to pray.”
To .the exclusion of all else that idea
of the unusual bird occupied her atten-
tion during the remainder of the service.
When she reached home she rushed to
her room and seized her Bible. After
an arduous search. she found the place
and read: “A day in Thy courts is bet-
ter than a thousand. I had rather be a
doorkeeper—” ’
“Doorkeeper! Oh I” she said faintly,
and sat down on the edge of the bed.
FOOD AND DRINK.
Points About Many Dishes‘and Advice on
Tea Making. ‘
At the rate we are progressing in
other arts. it is to be hoped that the cul-
inary art—the most important of them
all—will have made such progress dur-
ing the coming century that the service
of soggy, heavy desserts and dyspepsia-
breeding sweets at the end of dinner
will be a thing of unpleasant memory
only. Americans, especially young
Americans, have been handicapped
with such fare long enough. They
should finish dining with fruits and
trifies. Our air is too rarefied, our ner-
vous organism too delicately attuned
for the pastry of English farmhand an-
cestry. Our meats do not depend upon
the cruets for their flavor; our sweets
therefore should not be made under the
moderated formula of the saffron age of
cookery.
Sugar cubes are too large; their size
forces people to use more sugar than is
good for them. It seems strange that
for after- dinner coffee servants invari-
ably forget to quarter a few cubes in
advance of the dinner, but must be spo-
ken to abOut it at each meal.
The best way to make tea is to put an
earthen crock on top of the range when
it is quite warm, put into it the neces-
sary amount’of tea leaves, and pour
over it water freely drawn from the
faucet and boiled for the purpose. Let
it stand until strong enough, then pour
it off gently through a cloth into a
pitcher,a and when cold set it away till
wanted. The best way to cool it is by
surrounding it with ice in a freezer, or
by setting the pitcher m a bowl of ice.
When se1ving, instead of the usual slice
of lemOn, a little fruit acid, such as our-
rant juice, tamarand juice and the like
may be used. This kind of tea is re
freshing.
I assert that potatoes are healthy
food for healthy peop e. In certain di-
seases our very choicest foods are pro
hibited; not 011 the ground that they
are unhealthy, but because they are fat-
tening, and so is bread. So long as you
remain in perfect health eat potatoes as
often as you please, but don’t always
eat them cooked in one way.
Filled cheese will not make a Welsh
rabbit (not rarebit). The moment it is
heated the lard in it turns to oil and
spoils the dish. If your rabbit is a fa1.-
'ure it is likely that your grocer has sold
you filled» cheese instead of full cream
cheese.
' ’ Bicycles and Pretty Feet.
The latest tribute .to the powers of
the bicycle comes from a. chiropodist.
He says that bicycle riding produces
the high instep desired by beauty-seek-
ers. It has the same effect updn the
feet as holding them in the stirrup, and
horeback riding has long been held ac-
countable for the Southern women’s
pretty, "aristocratic feet.
A SERIOeCOMIC INVITATION.
the Boom iihlch a hiontana Editor Hal,
Sent Forth.
Any one at all familiar with the land
herein described will tell you that the
able editor of the Towsend (Mont)
Messenger, from which paper the arti-
cle is taken by the Northwestern Maga-
zine. has blended truth and poetry most
felicitously in every one of the eloquent
lines which follow. Hear him a mo-
men». .
“if you are old. with the fire of life
dying out of you and the buoyancy leav-
°_ing your limbs, if you are looking at the
gray'clouds overhead and longing for a
land where your faded life may pass
away in peace, come to Montana. Here
the sky is as blue as the sky of Italy:
the air is full of fragrance, and the
land echoes with the voices of thou-
sands who work beneath the pale glim-
mering of the stars.
“If you are a young man, toiling as
your father toiled in worn out and bar-
ren deserts of the East; if you would
like to live where the soil rewards the
toiler; where the golden grain spar-
kles in the morning dew, where the
banners of prosperity wave and the
gaunt spectre of starvation crosses into
another country, come to Montana.
“There never was such a country for
the best brand of husbands; they run
loose on the streets and you meet .them
everywhere. If you are a young wo-
man full of golden visions and would
like to pick up a husband on every
mountain side, come to Montana. Be-
fore many years every quartersection
will have a house upon it; the pine clad
mountains will be dotted with hoists,
stamp mills and thousands of men delv-
ing into them for hidden treasures; and
the foothills, that now only know the
Spangled cow and untrained bronchos.
will echo to the heavy tread of the bet-
ter grade of cattle and horses as the
years sweep onward.
“The face of the earth seems to glow
with beauty and health, and the people
who live in this marvelous country go
around congratulating each other and
trying to analyze their goodness. Our
cities are growing, and the railroads
change their time tables each week to
accommodate new towns that were not
on the last one issued. There is not a
man idle who wants work. Farmers
do their ploughing sitting upon the
spring seats with a. box of cigars on one
side.
“In the East they walk behind their
plough until they have no distinct idea
whether they are shoving the machine
or the horses are pulling it. The man
who can’t thrive, prosper and get rich
in Montana would starve in a bakery.
If you want to see how much this will
assay to the line, come to Montana.
DAN’L’S WIFE.
A Story of Economy, of the East
and West.
A keen eyed, nervous, active little
old woman, whose New England birth
and thrift were'plainly apparent to any
one familiar with ,the New England
type, was a passenger on an eastern
bound train leaving Chicago ;one mom-
ing not long ago.
“I’ve-been out to Iowa visiting my
son Dan’l’,” she confided to the lady who
shared her section of the sleeper with
the old lady. “I’ve never been West
before an’ I do’no’ as I ever want to
again.”
“You didn’t like the West then?”
“N o, I can’t say as I did. It’s a real
nice country, too, in some respects, but
I don’ t like the style of living out there.
I’d go crazy if I had to live with my son
Dan’ l’s wife.”
“Indeed?”
"Yes; 1:1 just would. I thought 1
should fly some days when I was there.
She’s one 0’ those Western girls an’ she
wasn’t brought up to be saving as I
brought my girls up an’ as my mother
brought her girls up.”
“Oh, wasn’t she?”
“Indeed she was not.” Then, lower-
ing her voice to a {confidential tone she
added: “I just want to tell yo’ some 0'
Dan’l’s wife’s recklessness. In the first
place, she uses a whole egg to” settle her
coflee mornings, when anybody knows
the yoke is a plenty! Just think of
that! A half an egg saved every day
means one hundred and eighty two an’
a half eggs 3. year. That’s fifteen dozen
and two eggs at fifteen cents a. dozen,
which comes to $2.28! I figured it all
out for her and she just laughed an’
went right on wastin’ eggs.
terrible!
“Then here’s .another thing: She
never cuts a pie but into four pieces! I
was brought up to cut a pie into six
pieces, an’ it’s enough for anbody. There
is a whole third of a pie wasted every
day. She says Dan’l likes his pie cut
wide! I tell you he wasn’t fetched up
to be a glutton. Then. she pares pota-
toes and apples the thickest of anybody
I ever saw! It just made me tired of
the whole West to see her set down to
pare the potatoes for dinner.”
“Potatoes are plenty in the West.”
“That’s no reason they should be
wasted. Sugar ain’t as cheap where
Dan’l lives by a quarter of a cent on the
pound as it is back in Vermont where 1
live, and I just felt like screamin’ tc
see Dan’l’s wife putting two big tea
spoons of sugar in her cup of codes
every mornin’! Did you ever! lThey
run to riotous livin’ awfully out here in
the West.”
“They don’t think so much of econo-
my as in Vermont.
“1 should say not. Dan’l’s wife puts
cream in her smashedOpotatoes an’ a
chunk of butter as big as a walnut on a
beef steak after she broiled it? It just
made me homesick to see such going’s
on, an’ I ain’t no use for a countr where
girls are brought up like that. You
give me old Vermont, where folks know
the blessedness of bein’ savin’ l”-De.
troit Free Press.
Too Emotional.
“Julia, I never see you at funerals.”
- “N 0 when I go I always cry harder
than the widow, and that makes people
think that I was in love with the man.’
I -‘-Chicago Herald.
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