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WILD ROSE.
I.
e I left my glorious books.
A‘mAirlid tramped about the shining hills—-
There, listened to the mountain rills
Yhat babbled to the lowland brooks.
From out their quiet. leafy nooks.
In quips and trills.
II.
l‘he West wind kissed a sweet wild rose
That trembled in the summer sun;
"But one," it gayly mocked. “but one."
I braved the tangled bush with blows.
I fought a host of thorny foes,
The mocker won.
III.
But plucked. I grieved the rose was mine.
For it would die within an hour;
A nested thrush Would miss the flower:
Maybe, itsvlittle heart would pine,
[ts beauty did no longer shine
“we THE
Above her bower.
- IV.
I hastened to my Love, my Sweet,
And placed the wild rose in her breast:
My lips by other lips were prest,
My soul another soul did meet.
My sadness perished in its heat;
Love’s thanks were best.
—Blackman’s Magazine.
CAPTURING THE CUP.
Rats!” said Bertie Wraggles flippant-
l’y, in reply to .my serious argument;
“the mare has plenty of pace, she is a
magnificent-jumper, and can stay for
ever. If you don’t enter her for our
hunt cup you don't deserve the noble
name of a sportsman.”
“N ow, what’s the good,” I asked with _
becoming irritation, “of running a half-
against thoroughbred
' steeplechase horses? Mine is a good,
honest mare in her class; she does not
know how to make a mistake and is
fast enough for hounds; but racing is a
different thing, my boy, and when I go
to the post I want something better
than a thousand to three chance.”
“Oh, yes!” replied Bertie derisively,
“you want to square the others before
you start, and back yours in town with
the S. P. merchants. Four runners,
two not trying and the third taken care
of,.so that you may bet in peace and
comfort. That’s about your form.
What you like is to, back certainties and
be paid in advance.”
Of course, having arrived at a re-
spectable age, I could afford to ignore
these silly jibes. Indeed there was
nothing else to be done. It was no use
arguing with a man like Bertie
Wraggles. _
Toward the end of the season our
hunt races were duly organized, and a
valuable cup was given for horses be-
longing to subscribers which had been
regularly hunted with the North Blank-
shire.
At that time I had in my possession a
bay mare that I had purchased for a
comparatively small sum from a local
farmer. Although she had never given
me the idea that she was speedy, she
was a clever jumper and rarelymade a
mistake. ~ '
She was a bit short of breed. but
such a leaper! She only gave me a fall
once, and that was more my fault than
hers. We were getting toward the tail
end of a good run, and I was idiot
enough, in the wild enthusiasm of com-
parative youth, to ride her, beaten as
she was, but of a heavy plough at a
hedge on a high bank that was not to
be played with. Of course she could
not get up, “kneed” the unyielding
verdure of the cop, and had a pretty
game with me in the next field. They
do seem to lie on your chest so long and
heavily when ' they are beat to the
world, as the saying is, and are a bit
short of breed.
N ow, I never liked to race half-laced
ones, and when in the course of our dis-
cussion on the forthcoming hunt races
Bertie Wraggles endeavored to per-
suade me to enter my mare for the
North Blankshire Lightweight Cup
there was on my part no effective r»
sponse. It did not seem good enough
I don’t mind being beaten, but I’c
rather not. It is no use winning in these
days unless one can bet, and though at
various stages of my career I have been
subject (with my contemporaries) to
seasons of mental disturbance, I have
never been quite demented enough to
back half-bred hunters to beat race-
horses.
“Come, give your luck a chance for
once,” said Bertie, resuming the argu-
ment with increased ferocity. “Never
mind betting; try and capture the cup.
I‘hink more of the honor and glory,
less of the filthy lucre. Your mare has
a good outside chance despite the blood
uns. and she’ll be galloping on when
many of them have collapsed.”
“ “Oh, have it your own way i” I said
at last, with some degree of asperity; I
hate dogged pertinacity either in friend
or creditor. “But in trying to make
my poor gee into a raceho’rse I shall
probably spoil a good hunter, and then
you will be among the first to call me
names. Still, I’ll enter her, -and what-
ever the result, on your head he the
burden and the shame.”
And so it came about that I entered
my bay mare Patricia, pedigree un~
known, as a competitor for the Light-
weight 'Cup, about three miles and a
half over a fair hunting country, to be
ridden by those who “had never ridden
for hire.” ' ' '
The fateful entry having been made. '
[. resolved to start Patricia for the cup,
and to train her on what I believed to
be intelligent principles of my own.
The chief problem that occupied my
mind was how to get her fit without
getting her stale and dried up. Ac-
cordingly I gave her plenty of long,
slow work, with a sharp five-furlong
gallop once or twice a week. She was
out two hours and a half every morn-
ing, and had another hour’s quiet walk-
ing exercise before being done up at
night. She thus trained on. not off, and
when the eventful day arrived she was
fit to run for a man’s modest invest-
ment. “Matthew Dawson at his best."
was the comment of one authority, re-
ferring to me, as the mare was stripped
for the fray.
There were eight or nine runners for
the cup, but I feared nothing seriously
except two thoroughbred horses which
had been duly qualified. These, '
l,..—-- I
thought, 'wculd beat me for speed. One
of them was favorite—a. big bay horse
called Old Bones, belonging to Charles
Migson, who rode him, and who in-
formed me. in the paddock, that he
could fall twice and win it. Not to be
outdone in chivalry, I replied that he
would probably fall down, but certain-
ly would not win it, and as Charlie
home. He once rode in a race of this
kind, chiefly on the horse’s ears, after
the first jump had been consummated
in twice. Hence my genial sarcasm
was much appreciated by the crowd.
After I had weighed out to ride my
mare (freely backed by those who knew
something, at sixes), Bertie Wraggles
took me one side and said in a subdued
voice: “This is really and truly all
your own, a good thing for you. Lis-
ten and learn. You can beat ’em all
fair and square except Old Bones (the
other blood ’un makes a noise and don’t
stay), and~I can tell you how to beat
Old Bones. He does not care to jump
without a lead, so when you and he are
left to fight it_ out let him go in front,
when it’s odds on his refusing. Know-
.ng this, Charlie will try and wait with
him, but when the others are settled
be sure you let him wait in front.”
My worthy friend also informed me
that he should have a pony on Pa-
tricia, and desired me to have fifty on
But I was firm in my determination
not to back a hunter against a race
horse, for when I get an idea of this
, sort into my head. believing conscien-
tiously that I know more than all the
rest of the world, not even dynamite or
destitution can remove it.
meditated on the advice given by Ber-
tie, and recognized that under favora
ble conditions it might be practicable.
'If we could only settle the others two
or three fields from home it would b5
possible for me to pull back and see
whether without a lead Old Bones
would refuse. I resolved to adopt the
tactics indicated.
At flagfall some of the more youthful
jockeys went ofi at a tremendous pace
as if they were going five furlongs. on
the flat, and I had difficulty in steady
ing Patricia, for the mare was a rare
handful when excited by company.
able to keep her in the place I desired,
knowing the others would come back
to us. Old Bones was a beautiful horse
to ride. not pulling an .o‘unce. He
kept striding along at my quarters
with his head in his chest, as though
he could go on all day, and he skimmed
over the fences with ease. The pict
ure was a beautiful one to a. sports
man, but not perhaps when he has
one running in the same race. V
After the first couple of ,miles the
journey became eventful. A horse fell
Knowing my mare was sure to stay the
whole distance, I began to send her
along, and although about half a mile
from home most of the competitors were
dead settled. Old Bones was still on the
premises, galloping by my side just
as freely and comfortably as when he
started.
"You are going really well, old chap,”
said Migson to me as we jumped into
the last bit- of ploug and had the race to
ourselves, “but of course you know you
have no earthly chance. I have never
yet asked my horse a question. and
when I do, he’ll leave your cocktail as
though she was standing still.”
"Well, ask him the question new,” 1
replied, hoping to get him riding, “and
:ee how I shall go with you.”
"Not until we have jumped the last
fence. my pippin,” said Charlie, wink-
ing at me in a manner which I consider-
;ud mos! offensive, since I dislike famili-
di'ily under any circumstances, and es-
pet'lall y when I look like losing.
There was no doubt, too, that Charlie
was right; his horse, as I anticipated,
Was much the speedier, and if it came to
mcing on the flat was sure to beat
mine. 50 not wishing to give him a
lead ary longer, I pulled back and he
[n-oniptly did the same. He would not
go to the front while there was anything
to he jumped. My position thus be-
came an embarrassing ‘one; victory
scarcely seemed within my grasp. But
it is at such crises, as students of human
nature are aware, that men of unscru—-
I mean of a great—mind rise equal to
the emergency, and adopt effective
measures impossible to weaker mor-
tals of this world. ‘
In the hour of need my spirits rose.
and at the last fence Ihad recourse to a
stratagem conspicuous alike for its
boldness and simplicity. My mare wm
thing with her.
final obstacle I deliberately ran her out
and Old Bones ioilowed me! In a fev
strides I stopped her‘ and turned be-
round, popping over the fence almost a-
‘ a stand while the favorite, at big, lurch
lng animal, could not be turned so ea»
lly, and lost a lot of ground. Indeed
before he could be got over the fence. .
and obtained a lead of five or Ii:
lengths. and was making the best of my
. way home. It was a grand race up the
straight! Icould feel that Old Bonn
was catching me, and was horribly
If raid that he would do so before Pat-
ricia could push her nose past the post.
First 1 saw his head at my girths, then
level with the mare’s neck. and I gave
nor a severe “one-two" to assist her
progress. She contested every inch 0!
the ground with the utmost gameness.
and ran in as straight as an arrow.
That was what won us the race, for Old
Bones could never quite get up, and was
Lack of Steadiuess.
Mrs. Wickwire sat up and shook
uer sleeping husband’s shoulder vigor-
ausly.
“What is it?” he mumbled. a
“I want you to snore either in bass.
soprano, alto or tenor, and confide your-
self to one tone. You keep switching
:an : sleep.”+Tid~Bits.
cannot ride for toffee the shaft went.
When we were going to the post I
Still, without pulling her about. 1 wa-~ '
hereand there; a man or two slipped l
" off from exhaustion and' other causes.
exceedingly handy, and I could do any- ,
As we approached the '
beaten by a short head—Holly Leaves '
from one to the other so rapidly that l .
l Puck.
soucATso QHIMPANZEE;
no Smoker Cigars and Pipe-and Hal ther
Manlike “'oaknesses. ' .
Professor Garner writes to Harper’s
. Round Table that one. of the most iii-
telligent and quite the besteducated
chimpanzee that he has ever seen is
Consul II. The many feats done-by
this aipe would fill a small volume; he
has not been trained to perform them
as tricks, simply to amuse or entertain
visitors, but many he has tak
his own accord, {having seen.- 0 do
so. The feat that impressed me most
was his skill Iin riding a tricycle, and
his taste for that Inert. 'He often
takes his machine without being told,
and rides an about the place; if he
finds it lying on one side, he sets it
upright, adjusts the handle bar;
mounts it, and takes a ride. He pro-
pels it with ease and guides it with
dexterity. No boy of his own age can
trundle it with more skilL He rides
anabout the place, around the walks
and? drives, allover several acres of
ground; he steers it around the posts
and corners, around the curves of the
paths, and makes his way. through
module of (people without colliding
with them. He amuseshlmself by
the hour at this pastime. .When he
tires of it he sometimes shoves the ve-
hicle up in some corner and leaves it.
Consul also smokes cigar, cigarette,
or pipe. He often finds a cigar stub
'u-b'out the place, picks it up, puts it in
his mouth, and goes to this keeper=for
a light. One amusing habit he has
is that of spitting; he is not very
skillful in this, but is persistent. How-
ever, he has the politeness not to spit
on the floor; he spreads a piece of
paper on the floor, and uses it as a
cuspidor. '
A Pretty Expensive Place to Live In.
'A certain little girl has a regular
weekly allowance, which her mother
u'ses,rart’her ingeniously, as a means of
correction. For every little n-aughti
ness this culprit is fined-in other
words, her allowance is diminished.
The other morning Miss Isabel was in
a peculiarly contrary m'ood. She did
something out of the way, ‘and was
fined a. cent. In a few minutes ‘she
erred again, and a second fine was lim.
posed. For the third time the oil'enco
was committed.
“Now Isabel,” said her mother. “I
shall fine you two cents this time: '
and, if you disobey again, I shall
make it three cents.”
“Oh, dear me," sighed Isabel,
think this is a pretty expensive piece
to live in!”
Vague Ideas Are Not Profitable.
This is the 'sort of ideas more or less
plentiful in your brain and mine, and
which we ought to get rid of if we pos-
sibly can. Suppose a block of marble
were placed before you and you were
requested to make an image out of it,
could this block resist it you had the
inclination of cutting out the image?
It is by cutting and chiseling that you
must bring the image out of it.
Neither can the child resist the chisel-
ing and moulding ofthe teacher. In
our schools the pupils do not always
get the sense of the thought we at-
tempt to teach them. A child is often
given vague ideas when they should
be clear. Shadows, dreams, mists are
" given him instead of real truths.
The Illiteracy of Russia.
If the signing of prisoners in Si-
beria did not enter the ear of the tsar
on his coronation day, it, is possible
that there may yet come to his mind
the thought that twenty millions of
his subjects are too illiterate to have
read the simplest account of the splen-
did ceremoni-al by which he was de-
clared the embodiment of authority
and the arbiter of good or ill to his
people. .
NEWSPAPER WAIFS.
“Aunt Hepsy, won’t you come to
Miss Innett’s pink tea?” “Law, child.
I’ve tried those fancy kinds, but I like
green tea best.” .
She—“Isn‘t the rule, ‘when in doubt,
play trumps’?” He——“The usual rule
is, ‘when in doubt, ask what are
Itrumps.’ ”
“Queer how everybody resents hot
weather.” Yes, and when a fine day
comes along they all strut as if they
had made it.”—C‘hicago Record.
Watts~—I wonder if the water is fit
to drink yet? ’
Potts-Guess it is. An eel came
through our pipe this morning, and it
seemed to be in good health.
“I was so disappointed I was out
the other day when you called, Miss
Percival.” -
“So was I. I felt sure I’d find you.
because as I turned the corner I saw
you go in.”
Johnny had arrived at his eighth
birthday, and thought that it would
be real nice to write a letter to his
papa‘and this is the way he began:
“My Dear Papa—Whenever I azn
tempted to do wrong I think of you
and say, ‘Ge't the-e behind me, Satan."
~Househ'clld Words.
Miss Bell—Mary, remember I am :-
home to none but Mr. Vere Brow;. ‘
‘ is passed over the clothes with a 'firm,
kins this afternoon.
Mary (half an hour lazter)—l’ve told
four gentlemen callers that you we:
at home to none except Mr. Vet
Brownkins, miss, and they all Wei:
away very angry indeed, miss—Tit.
Bits. '
First Tramp—“Do you know, df
free silver business makes me fer.
good?" Second Tramp—“How doc
it?” First Tramp—“Well, if .-
dollar’s going to be worth only fif-l;
cents, it’s a great consolation ter fee-
tha yer got rid of yer money whiz-
it ’u’d‘ bring what it was worth.”-—
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The Care of the Boys.
A writer in the Ladies’ world says
that "Croquet” now has an old-fashion-
ed sound. It is a generation since..this
game raged, so to speak, when no lawn
was complete without its gayly colored
stakes and Slender wire wickets; when
the players would become so interested
in playing the game started ere the long
summer twilight began to wane that
lanterns would be lighted to bring ater-
mination and glorious victory to the
winning side.
I remember a lady who lived in a
suburban town with her husband and
only child, a boy. What a never‘fail-
ing source of enjoyment was the cro-
quet ground. That boy—he was fifteen
or sixteen years of age at the time of
which I speak—never bothered hi.=
mother by “going out,” because, among
other things calculated to occupy pleas-
antly the boy’s leisure, she was always
ready to drop her workrand go out and
play with the “boys.” The charm of it
was, she was as interested as her boy
and his companions, and they knew it.
Trust a boy to know whether he is a
a welcome visitor or only to be toler-
ated.
This mother would excuse herself for
a. few minutes, after playing long
enough to get an interest started, and
before the boys would have scarcely
time to miss her they would be called
in to a supper which had all been pre-
pared before the game began. except
the flaky, hot biscuit, which were baked
in the few moments. How good those
biscuit did taste! and all the other nice
things, eaten with the sauce of a boy’s
appetite. After tea, “mother” threw
her white apron over the back Of her
chair, and with a cheery “Come, boys,
let’s finish that game before dark,” left
the table to take care of itself until the
little party broke up and herboy bade
good night to his happy comrades.
The mother is alone now. Husband
and son both are at rest beneath the
green sod. But even in her loneliness
there is comfort, because she never said,
“Oh, go away and play; I am busy and
cannot be bothered,” as does many a
loving but thoughtless mother who sets
up her housework as a sort of deity, who
must first be propitiated before she can
even think of anything else.
We cannot bring our children up to
our level of care and responsibility. It
is a blessed thing'that we cannot, or
there would be precious little child life
left. The earth Would soon be peopled
with a race of diminutive grandmothers
and grandfathers. But we can unbend
to the level of the children once in a
while, even to our own advantage and
the children’s delight. And there is no
game better calculated for such an un-
bending than the simple, quiet game of
croquet.
HOUSEHOLD HINTS.
White spots upon tarnished furniture
will disappear if a hot plate be held
over them. ‘
A raw egg swallowed immediately
will generally carry a fish bone down
which cannot be removed from the
throat by the utmost exertion and has
gotten out of reach of the saving finger.
An iexcellent way to keep silver
bright. is given by an old housekeeper,
as follows: To one and a half ounces of
hartshorn powder add one pint of new
milk. Place in this mixture some soft,
old cloths; let them boil for ten min-
utes, then rinse in cold water, wring
out, and dry quickly in the sunshine.
Spoons and forks rubbed with these
cloths every day after they have been
' washed and dried will seldom need any
other cleaning.
If an upper pie crust is brushed over
with a little milk or egg before placing
it in theoven it will brown quickly and
have a better color.
The inside of the skin of the banana
rubbed on the leather of tan shoes will
clean and polish them as well as regular
dressing. I _,
A baked custard is one of the easiest
things to make and also one of the easi-
est to spoil in baking. A shallow dish
is better than a deep one. Place the
dish containing the custard in a pan of
hot water and bake in a moderate oven.
Try it with a knife blade and as soon as
the knife comes out clean remove from
the oven at once.
If a lamp burner i3 occasionally boiled
in vinegar it will cleanse every part of
it, and it is said that if the wickers are
soaked in vinegar before they are used
at all and then thoroughly dried they
will draw well and will not smoke.
If a filter cannot be obtained for the
household,_.it is safer to boil all the
water used for drinking purposes.
A little powdered borax added to cold
starch tends to give the linen extra
stiffness, anda little turpentine put in-
to the boiled starch adds lustre.
A hot bath taken before going to bed,
even‘ on a hot night in summer, is a
better cure for insomnia than many
drugs.
A heavy flatiron. weighing seven or;
eight pounds, will do better work if it
steady pressure than a lighter iron hur-
riedly passed over the clothes two or
three times.
It is rumored that earrings are com-
ing into favor again, and the Duchess
of York has really appeared with dia-
monds suspended from her ears. We
are threatened too, with the old time
bracelets of black velvet, with gold and
jewelled Clasps. ..
Clothing that has become spotted and
whose color has been destroyed by acids
may have the color restored by apply-
ing ammonia and afterward chloro-
form. ‘
w n Eat it. *- 1v on'wn LK 3.- G ”some.
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