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1.1.1: No'RWALK " (“141311111
__ What a trivial thing Will color the
- ”whole of a man’s life! How small an in-
cident compared to the large future he
7, has mapped for. himself, may make or
mar it! . I learned all this and more one
sultry Mayday in Mexico five years
I had been sent to Mexico as chief of a
surveying corps to establish the bound-
' arias of the Santa Anita grant, which
lhy along the Rio Claro just outside the
city of Chihuahua. It was a responsi-
ble position for a young man, and I held
my head high.
It wasthe day of La Fiesta de San
Guadalupe. The saint himself had been
deed, I understood several hundred
yoafs, but' 111 Mexico that doesn’t make
an} difierenco; the longer they are dead
the more they are thought of and the
bigger a birthday party they have. A1-
meet every other week contains the
teaht day of some saint or saintess and
trade and commeme are suspended to do
the occasion justice. . .
' The natives of Mexico are the most
perennially pious people on earth. Why.
I have known them—men in my own
employ—to be so enthused over the post-
hambus birthday of some long dead
mint that they would get up in the.gray
dawn to go about celebrating it.- This
I morning-the morning of Guadalupe’ s
feast day—the whole force of poons un-
der me had struck. No chainman, no
flagman, no axeman Was left me. " Only
Sims and Bailey, my two American as-
sistants, stayed behind. When I began
abusing them for the customs of Mexico,
they said while they did not care remote-
1y for the saint to whom it was dedi-
cated, still they were glad it was a holi-
day, and they thought they Would go up
stream and fish awhile. They were on-
ly indifferent laymen, without any re-
ligious feeling.
When I was left alone 111 camp I spent
a short time on my field notes, when it
came over me that I was wasting the
day. Just outside the Chaparral the
river was laughing and murmuring in
the open. It seemed to ask me to walk
beside it. The adobe huts along its banks
were tenantleSs; their inmates had gone
to the feast.
But, strange sight, there at the bend
of the river where the waters were the
merriest, was a solitary worker, and
whatever she was doing she was doing
with a vim. A dark-eyed, dark- haired
daughter or Spain she seemed to be, and
yet she was working—and working hard
—on a feast day!
A fit of curiosity seized me to know
what she was doing. and why she was
doing it. I approached her with the
question on my lips; at what did she
work, and por-kay? (I spell it as I said
it). Softly she raised a pair of melting
orbs, and sweetly and eloquently she
answered me.
From her reply, 1n the most musical
language in the world, I gathered that
she would be at the feast, but that she
must cleanse the soiled linen that lay
around her on the sand, for the owner of
it, a gentleman who was staying at the
United States Hotel. wanted it by noon,
and t'o-morrow would not do (she said
this plaintively). If it were not done
by noon, she finished most pathetically,
she would get no dinero, and that she
needed > in the superlative degree.
Dinero! Ah. the next'most potent thing
in Mexico to-Saints’ day is money. ‘
As her red lips told me this, her great
black eyes wandered from the soiled
clothes at her feet to the spires of the
cathedral in the distance and the wav-
ing foliage of the plaza where the feast-
ing and merry making were going on.
There was a lock of sadness and longing
in them as she gazed- Being a tender
hearted man, I asked her if there was
ought I could do for her. In a wonder-
ful mixture of Anglo-Spanish, Which I
invented while in Mexico, and which no
one could ever master but myself, I as-
sured her I was at her service if she so
desired, and asked how I could assist
her.
The black eyes flashed gratitude ere
the scarlet mouth said. in silver sweet
tones: “Would I sit on a rock beside
her and rub the shirts of the gentle-
. man on a large rock- with a_ very small
rock?”
urer wisdom, I can see that I should
ave declined that job on the ground
hat it was too untesthetic. But—I
idn’t. On the contrary, I accepted it
ffusively. There was a touch of ro-
uance about it' that appealed to me—
he day itself appealed to me for the
urst time. 1 began to feel something of
' e enthusiasm for feast days that had
aken my men out before daybreak. l
ould not be so hard on them again, I
bought. '
Truly it was a very pretty custom, and
began to sympathize with it and to un-
erstand it better. If San Guadalupe
u- not been so long interred, in the
:ladness of my heartI would have sent
im a bouquet. All this I tried to con-
do to Lucia. It touched her; it sound-
' -d, she said, like stories she had read in
he convent.
Her name was a poem in itself :-Lucia
ulalia Garcia y Valdez. And mine?
fter that poem it seemed common to
' ay that I was plain “Jack Biggsfié But
I
, f my business cards that had escaped
' y vest pocket'wben I threw it on the
2 and. “Meester Beegs, que no?’ she
I sped, and it did not sound at all badly
I rom her lips.
_ It was pleasant to know she did not
7:, islike my name; this was One way of
i ying, as everybody knows, that its
.vner was not disagreeable to her.
As we talked we washed, and long be
re noon the gentleman’s shirts were
11 floating in the breeze frOm the low
haparral- along the river bank.
'1 Lucia Eulalia glanced gratefully and
tomately at the snowy linen and at
e. My natural thoughtfulness led me
“There was no time like the
t
liter?
an mm. me.
Looking back now in the light of mai
1. be anticipated me; she pointed to one.
1 suggest that We might "do the family
ashing while we were about it. Her
other An tonic, the sheepherder Whom,
9 had mentioned With sisterly aflec'
on—did not his things have need or
present," I said; “it might set in to-
mormw and rain for months—who
knows?”
Lucia Eulalia looked at the contra-
dieting blue of the skies, and laughed
at my weather prophecies, but she ran
to her adobe dwelling a few rods away
and brought from it a bundle of An-
tonio’ s “things.” They had apparently4
been waiting for me for years. His
. wardrobe ranged from bandanas to
dingier overalls. As I warmed up to
the ambitious task of cleansing them,
under Lucia Eulalia’s approving smiles,
all nature seemed to smile; the sun
. shone Warm and warmer; the river ran
blue and bluer—for Lucia had “blood"
it. She had also “allowed” the root of a
while soap tree to VAntonio's garments.
She was right' 1n doing this, but, some-
how, in my struggle with the sheep-
herding stains of six months. I had dis-
tributed a good deal of lather over my
person. When this unaccustomed fa-
tigue began to show on me, Lucia
Eulalia asked softly if I “had tire.”
“Oh, no!" I was declaring, “I have no
tire, " when some approaching American
voices were heard. Lucia clapped her
hands tragically, and, mum 11g to the
Chaparral, began hastily to gather the
linen therefrom. I caught from her
manner that the owner of the shirts had
tired of waiting and was coming for
them. I had divined aright, but I had
not divined far enough. As they emerged
from the alameda to the west of the
river, I could see they were a lady and
gentleman. I had almost managed a
look of industry and innocence, as they
approached us, and raised my eyes to
impress them with it, when-graciéus
saints!
Guadalupe and great Jehosaphatl
Was- that Maxwell! The man‘I had
robbed of the valedictory in ’87 at Ann
Arbor? True, I had no grudge against
him on that account, but my dream of
meeting him again and “making it
right" had not been like this! Maxwell
it was, with his stylish bride. He threw
me a careless glance at first; then I be-
gan to dawn on 'him, slowly but surely.
He quizzed Lucia' 1n miserable Spanish,
in a cowardly way, I thought.
“Quien es?” he said, indicating me.
Smilingly, as if pleased so to honor
me, Lucia presented me to Maxwell and
his wife as "Miamigo, Senor Boegs.” I
‘could’feel that the blueing, and the soap
root,'and the river water were all min-
gling in one grand river of perspiration
toward the collar of my negligee shirt.
I could feel that all the constellations in
the heavens and all the mundane land-
scape around me were waltzing giddily
together. An intense longing for home
and mother came over me that more
words cannot depict. For one wild mo-
ment I thought I would rush into my old
chum’s arms and tell him all,_ like the
wronged hero in the last act. I would
say vehemently:
“This is-not-me—roglar business-I’m-a—
civil-engineer-at—$250-a-month-I’m-only-
doing-this—fOr-fun,” etc. But while I
Was thinking this—how often aie our
best intentiOns thwarted thus!-—Maxwell '
coughed. It was not a consumptive
cough. It was just a little grating sound
that contained more painful surprise,
and pity, and regret than a volume of
Browning could. That froze me as I
stood—or sat. Fixedly I gazed at the
Sierra Madres over his head, as if try—
ing to fathom the “lost” mines hidden
there.
xwell’s watch ticked in the painful
silence.
“Alice,” he said, sternly, “we must
not miss that train.”
Out of my life they went, with the
clothes I had washed for them, as sud-
denly as they came in. I strained my
ears to hear him say, “Poor fellow! To
come to that—rather bright at college,
but this country‘ seems to rob a fellow
of ambition——” Maxwell, I knew, was
never a secretive man; they were going
East, and, well——
Lucia Eulalia gathered up the extra
coins he had thrown her for me and said,
softly: “Have you sad, senor?”
“Yes,” I said, “I have sadness, also
sickness; I would go back to camp at
once.”
As I drew on my spattered coat and
vest over tired arms, I said, almost earn-
estly: “Lucia Eulalia. Garcia y Valldez,
I shall never forget this day of the fiesta
of San Guadalupe.”
Nor have I. -San Francisco Argo-
naut.
No Blood Shed.
They met at the corner of Monroe ave.
and Farmer street the other evening and
both jumped back and put their right
hands in their pistol pockets.
“ch, doan’ yo’ put a finger on me!”
cried the first in a voice full of me-
naco.
“An’ yo’ jess be mighty keerful dat
yc’ doan’ rub agin me!” replied the
second.
' “Ize got a razor right yore in my
pocket!”
5. .880! If: 1
“Next time I go up to see Miss John-
son an’ find yo’ prognosticatin’ around
dar’ sumbody’s gwine to git hurted!”
“An’ next time I go up dar an’ find yo
conglomeratin’ in dat parlor dar’ will be
'1:
a tragedy.
“Shoo! Reckon yo’ can‘t skeer me
wid big words!”
"An’ yo’ Can’t skeet me, neither!”
“I’ze gwine to precipitate long my
way, but yo’ jess member de memorial
warnin’ what I has warned yo’ ’bout!”
“Shoo! I’ze gwino to idealize ’round
do co’ner, an’ if yo’ foller me I’ll make
yo’ think do synonym has busted up an’
knocked de cocnorporate all to squash!”
—Detroit Free Press. ""
An Impossible Grocer.
A story is told of a grocer engaged in
business in . a London suburb, to the-
efEect that he once declined to attend a
very popular concert, even though a
free ticket was ofieled him.
“Ye see,” he said to the person who
offered him-the ticket. “if I went I’d see
, so many people who owe me money for
groceries it would spoil my fun, and the
sight 0' me would spoil theirs. I'll stay
at heme. ”—Hes'pe’r‘s Round Table.
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THE Psasmssr as A warren.
_...,_
[reparlng to Issue a Work on the Scienoo
1 of Economics.
Mr. Cleveland is to appear before his-
countrymen in a new role. He has be-
come a literary man. ~ It might be more
correct to say that ’he has long been a.
literary man. He has spent four years,
moi‘c or less, in writing a book, still in-
cdmplete, which seems likely to give
him an altogether unique position in our
long line of Presidents. It is a volume
on economic science. ‘
:9. Everybody knows that Mr. Cleveland
has theories of his own in the domain of
politics. His views, however, in that
academic field of the science cultivated
by Adam Smith, Rica1do and Mill are
very little understood. Now, if there 1s
one study to which Mr. Cleveland has
devoted his leisure, it is political econ-
omy and sociology. Ho 1s an omnivorous
reader in these departments of know-
ledge. His library is stocked with the
standard works on the various subjects.
It is not so much as a means of acquir-
ing information that Mr. Cleveland
reads with this persistance, but in order
to keep pace with the progress of
thought. Those who have had oppor-'
tunities of observing him in his private
life are aware of Mr. Cleveland’s fond.
ness for reading, a fondness which has
grown upon him of late. Another fact
which has been noticed is that now he
writes, Writes, writes for hours. He is
always making notes as he proceeds. In
the matter of classifying his knowledge
Mr. Cleveland shows decided expertness.
He receives nearly all the current works
of importance that issue from the press
-—those, that is, which are in his line.
They are duly and promptly read, and
notes made of them for future reference. -
It may be interesting to detail in this
connection the volumes lately ordered by
Mr. Cleveland for his private use—or-
do. ed pe1sonally. Mr. Cleveland does
not have his books charged at least not
those with which the New York trade
supplies him. His orders we accom-
panied by the cash and go to him at
Woodley. The trade reports him a Very
good customer, purchasing regularly
He gets all the lists of the publishers,
for his tastes are quite well known by
this time in New York.
Here are ten books he has purchased
recently, with the dates of orders. These
orders come in typewritten memoranda,
or more slips out from a catalogue. The
dates accOmpany each:
December 10, 1894, “Social Evolution”
~Benjamin Kidd.
January 5, 1895,
Altruria”—-Howells.
' January 5, 1895,
tianity”—Lilly. .
January 19, 1895, “Caesar".—Froude.
February 6,1895, “Decline and Fall
of Roman Empire"-=Gibbon.
March 6, 1895, “Republic” of Plato.
March 19,1895, “Essays 011 Questions
of the Day”—-Gold_win Smith.
March 27,1895, “Degeneration”—Max
Nordau.
March 30, 1895, “Wealth vs. Commons
wealt ”—Henry A. Lloyd.
April; 2, 1895, “History of the United
States,” Vol. IV.-—J. B. McMaster.
It will be noted that Mr. Cleveland is
rather severe in his tastes, and that he
goes in for both old and new works.
These books are merely those which have
been ordered by him and sent from New
York. He constantly receives books
from‘all over the world. His library
grows apaCe.-N. Y. Herald.
“A Traveler from
“Claims of Chris-
I,
A Remedy Against Flies.
“I never use window screens,” said a
wise housekeeper the other day, “be-
cause I have a fancy that they shut out
all the air in hot weather, and, besides,
they serve to keep the flies in the house7
equally as well as out."
“But I never see a fly 1n your house,”
said her friend. “How do you manage
It? For my part, I must confess that,
screens or no screens, my summer
means to me one long battle with the
little pests.”
. “My, remedy is a very simple one,”
said the good housekeeper, “and I learned
It years ago from my grandmother, when
I used to watch her putting bunches cf
lavender flowers around to keep the flies
away. My method is simpler. I buy
live cents worth of oil of, lavender at
the drug store and mix it with the same
quantity of water. Then I put it in a
common glass atomizer and spray it
around the rooms wher or or flies are apt
to congregate, especially in the dining
room, where I sprinkle it plentifully
over the table linen. The odor is es-
pecially disagreeable to flies, and they
will never venture in its neighborhood,
though to most people it has a peculiarly
fresh and grateful smell.”
Message- by Barbed \Vlro.
Webster City, 1a., is becoming honey-
combed with telephones, and every town
within a radius of fifty miles will soon
be connected with Webster City. The
scheme is something new and surprising
even to old telephOne men, but it works
like a charm. A11 inventive genius there
struck upon the‘idea of making direct,
connections with the barbed wire on the
fences that runxaIOng the prairie. He
tried a line first to'Duncombe. It was a.
success, and now he has an incorporated
company which has just sprung into ex-
istence and is getting rich. A line was
hitched on to the barbed wire fence to
Williams, twenty miles away, in one day,
by two men who used only eight or ten
rods 'of insulated wire under the road
crossings that pass over the railroad. He
is laying a line to Boone, forty miles
away, and if the barbed wire fences hold
out he will push on to Des Moines or
Missouri.
The fault of others is easlly perceived,
but» that of. oneself is difficult to perceive.
A man Winnows his neighbor's faults
like chaff, but his own faults he hides.
as acheat hides the false die from the
gamlfler.
An evil deed is better. left undone, for
a man will repent of it afterward; a good
' deed 13 better done,- for having done it
one will not repent.
, cut, and a good many other well-known
I
QLONG LINE OF DISTINGUISHED MEN
Prominent Americans Related to Senator
and General Sherman.
Senator Hoar says that the statement
in some of the papers within the last
few days that General and Senator Sher-
man are descendants of Capt. John
Sherman, of Waterton, Mass, is a mis-
take. They' are descended from . the
Hon, Samuel Sherman, ,who cameto
W‘atertown about 1630, and went away
soon to Connecticut, where their branch
of the family has always dwelt till
Judge Sherman, father of the General
and the Senator, emigrated to Ohio.
Samuel Sherman was the brother of
the Rev. John Sherman, the minister in
Watertown, and a cousin of John Sher-
man, an early steward of Harvard Col-
logo and an eminent civil engineer. -
Capt. John accompanied Winthrop and
Dudley on the expedition to fix the
northern boundary of Massachusetts;
when the well known inscription was
made on the rock at Weir's Landing, on
Lake Wifinepiseogec.
Capt. Sherman had a very large num-
ber of well-known descendants, includ-
ing Roger Sherman, and his grandchil-
dren, Senator Roger S. Baldwin, of
Connecticut, Senator Evarts, of New
York, Judge and Senator Hoar, Chaun-
cey M. Depew, Roger Minot Sherman.
perhaps the ablest OlaWyer Connecticut
ever cOntained; Chief Justice Roger M.
Greene, of Washington, and his brother,
the present postmaster of Worcester;
J udgo Simeon E.’ Baldwin, of Connecti-
.—
persons. 0f the same stock came Earl
Roseberry, the present Prime Minister
of England, and the Marquis of Clan-
ricarde.
Women as Political Delegates. '
Colorado Republicans elected three
women as delegates tcfi the Republican
League Convention at Cleveland, Ohio.
There were also women delegates from
Wyoming and other Western States and
one from New York. In the West the
women have shown themselves good
politicians, wise legislators and good
debaters. It is something of a novelty
to have them as delegates to a national
political convention, but Mrs. J. Ellen
Foster has been an influential adviser at
every League convention that has b'een
held, and the ladies who went as dele-
gates to Cleveland had an able and adroit
politician of their own sex to advise
them.
All Weathers Suited Dr. Jolmsus.
Dr. Johnson stoutly pooh-poohed the
notion of the effect of weather on the
mind,
“To temperance,” he wrote, “every.
day is bright; and every hour is propi-
tious to diligence.” '
Johnson, however, was little given to
analyze the influences of nature, or any
other influences, upon himself. And it
may well be that this disposition on his
part was in the spirit of the Stoics and
in defiance of his own feelings, to which
he disdained to give way. It seemedto
him a sorry thing that “a being endowed
with reason” should “resign his powers
to the influences of the air and live in
dependence on the weather and the
wind.”——_Temple Bar.
The Cheapenjng of Magazines.
When Scribner's Magazine was start.
ed, the price of 25 cents, at which it was
offered, was considered very cheap in
comparison with that charged by the
older monthlies. Then the proprietor of
tho Cosmopolitan reduced his periodical
to 12 1-2 cents, subsequently raising it
to 15, and Mr. Munsey, who had tried
nearly everything in-the way of daily,
weekly and monthly publications, came
down to 10 cents, and soon acquired a
very large circulation. It is announced
now that both the Cosmopolitan and
McClure’s will be reduced to 10. cents
and a sharp competition may be looked
for. This wholesale cutting in prices is
rendered possible by the fact that the
price of paper is today less than one-
half what it was fifteen years ago, while
the old, fashioned and expensive wood
engravings have been replaced by the
cheaper, if less artistic, photo-engrav-
ing cuts which are now in universal
1186.
Keeping Everlastingly at It.
Genius is really the power of making
continuous efforts. The line between
failure and success is so fine that we
scarcelyknow when we pass it—so fine
that we are often on the line and do not
know it. How many a man has thrown
up his hands at a time when a little
more effort, a, little more patience,
would have achieved success. As the
tide goes clear out so it comes clear 1n.
In business, sometimes, plospects may
seem darkest when really they are on
the turn. A little more persistence, a'
little more effort, and what seemed
hopeless failure may turn to glorious
success. There is no failure except in no
longer trying. There is no defeat ex-.
cept from within, no really insurmount-
able barrier save our own inherent
weakness (t purpose.—Electrical Ro-
view.
Destltudo Settlers In Oklahoma.
The neWs that there' 15 great want and
suflering among the Oklahoma settlers
is not surprising in view of the condi-
tions that prevailed last year and the
year before. These people entered the
newly. opened territory at precisely the
worst point in the late financial depres-
sion. They were of an improvident
class, and had gone there in the expec-
tation of making big fortunes with
small outlay or exertion. ' The risesult
quite what might have been expected.
If reports are btrue, they have paid a
sharper penalty than usually falls to the
lot of folly, and are in a genuinely pitia-
ble condition.>—St. Paul Pioneer
Press. .
An Old School.
It 1s ce1tainly an unuswl thing for a 9
school 1n this country to be able to colo-
~ brato such an anniversary as the Box--
bury Latin School celebrated in June.
Two hundred and fifty years is indeed
a goodly age for a school. —Bos ton Tran-
"milt -_. _.
' AMATEUR SOLDIERS.
PATRIOTISM IS SPREADING IN THE
RcsLIc SCHOOLS.
President Bil-risen Says It Is Good For
11.. Country. Military mm. Teach
1a....“ Obedience, Nontncu and 8.1:-
:Boop'oc’t.
It' rs estimated that nearly ten thou-
sand public school boys of New York
and Brooklyn paraded on Memorial Day.
With their own drum mm to furnish
music, with banners proudly waving
over their even ranks, they gavean align.
ment Which could not be improved up-
on by the regular army troops. ,
The movement to establish military
drill 1n the public schools is spreading
, rapidly, and three or four times as many
boys turned out this spring as did last
year. A good proportion of them were
uniformed an armed, 'now that they
have been organized into regiments and
battalions of the “American Guard. ”
All over the c‘Oun-try military drill
movement is meeting with favor, and
the schools in mosto! the cities, as well
as in many of the smaller towns. are not-
ting into line in favor of the innovating
The question has become one of national
importance, and has already been taken
up in Congress, as well as in the Legis-
latures of most of the States. ,
The Grand Army of the Republic is
supporting the scheme.
Ex—President Harrison has recently
said of the plan.-
“It is good in every aspect of it—good
for the boys, good for the schools and
good for the country.”
That military drill a popular among
the schoolboys is evident to any one who
sees the lads at drill. They willingly
give up part of their play hour to take
part in it, and the competition for ofli-
cers’ positions is keen. One has but to
look at the air of pride with which the
youngsters wear their uniforms. In
most of the schools only the larger com-
panies are uniformed and equipped and
there are one or two companies com-
posed of the smaller and untrained boys
who correspond to- an awkward‘ squad
from which the ranks of the regular
companies are recruited.
instruction involves more
the
nderfnl
Military
physical drill than is usualm
schools, and this in itself is a
advantage to most of the boy soon
as a lad declares his wish to ter the
cadet corps of the school he goes into
“the awkward squad and is put through
a conse of “sprouts." The “setting up”
exercises which are used at West Point
come first. This physical drill teaches
a boy to stand straight, towalk straight,
to breathe mperly—in short, make a
new boy of
When the boys have learned to hold
their heads erect and their hands at
their sides without looking as if the
palms were glued to their legs, they are I
taught to face and march. Matching
and wheeling in columns of twos and
tours follow, and then more intricate
manoeuvers. The best of the squads.
are then put into the regular cadet corps
and allowed to get uniforms and carry
guns if the companies have them.
The “manual” of arms is taught un-
til they can handle the weapons like vet-
erans, and then they learn to drill in
companies and battalio
In many schools drug
have been organized, and the boys
march to their own music. In dress
parades in the armory and school yards
the drum corps give an air of importance
to the ceremony and makes the boys feel
more like real soldiers than when march-
ing without music.
andfife coups
The Telescope in Photography.
The most recgt invention in photog-
raphy will proba 1y prove to be one of
the most important when its capabilities
are more fully tested. It consists of a
telescopic attacfinent by means of which
photographs may be taken of an object
at a considerable distance. The results
are. said to be in every way equal to -
those obtained at close range. The at-
. tachment. called the telephoto, is small
in bid, not much larger, indeed, than
any 0 inary lens, but its capabilities are
out Of all proportion to its size. Stand-
ing 600 feet. away from a cathedral a
photograph may be taken with the tele-
photo which 'will clearly show every
stone in the structure This is of course
impossible with an ordinary apparatus.
The idea of .a telescopic attachment to a
camera is not new, but its practical de-
'velopment has been carried by Mr. Ll-
mendorf, a well known amateur photog-
rapher of New York, to an extent never
before reached.
Retribution.
Gomea—LI say, was it you who recom-
mended that cook to my wife ”
Perez—I believe so.
Gomez—Then I should like you to
3 come and have supper with us tonight.
2 —-La Gaoctade Malaga. ,
An Editorial Reservation.
“Don‘t you drink this publication as-
1111111413 3 good deal in labelling its hu-
mousdepsrtmmt .‘Original Jokes?”
“Not at all.- It doesn’t assume to say
with whom fie jokes were original.”—
Washhgtbn Star.
- EASY TERMS.
your pAsss, TOUT CASSE.
bite, you and I have stood now face to face ,
For many years.
Look deep into my eyes.
trace
Your myriad tears;
Touch you my cheek and see its rounded
place _
A drawn look wears.
Ah. life! for me you have left but little space
, For patient cares.
There. you will
Dreams, we have spent, ah! many an hour -
Of heaVen sweet rest
Mgether. Wrapped in your most secret
bower '
With vision blest.
I‘ve seen the budding of Love's sweetest
flower ‘1‘
Within my breast.
His golden petals rained a pron-Ions shower
At your behest.
Love, we have lived through many a day
Of happiness.
When Life did, with her sombre gray
My heart depress—
When she her temposts 'loosed, I sought your
ray
Through storm and stress.
And found you, faithful Love a power al-
way
My soul to bless!
And soon, 0111 unknown Death. our bands
will meet
In loving wise.
0ft in the hopeless nights I hear your feet,‘
I see your eyes.
Grant, when my soul is brought her sum-
mons sweet
To distant skies,
That your dread form my restless life will
greet
In fair disguise, ‘
And love and dreams-and pain. long borne
with me will flee, '
Where silence lies!
—-Ca.rrie Currier Keener.
A DOG IN CHURCH,
All the Congregation Interested in 1111
Incident of a Summer Day.
“You might think,” said a church
usher, “that there was nothing to do in
a church but seat people; but, dear me,
strange things are happening all the
time. ‘One summer day, when the ~
church doors were open, I saw a dog ap—
pear. I stood at the back of the pews
just beyond the end of the middle aisle,
and the dog stood right at the end of the
aisle, looking at me and wagging his
tail. He was a nice looking dog, a sort
of red dog, shaggy and gentle looking,
but of course church was no place for.
him. But he was nearer the aisle than
I was, and he was bound to make the
tour of the church, and I was sure he
would start down the middle aisle the
moment I made any serious efiort to put
him ‘out. Still I advanced toward him
with a friendly bearing and outstretched
hand, hoping that he would stand still
until I could get between him and the
aisle. He wagged his tail good humor~
edly when he saw me approach, but be-
fore I could get near enough to cut him
ofi he started down the aisle, so softly
.that nobody heard him, and nobody saw
him until he had passed.
He came down to where hehad started
and then trotted along the base of the -
pews and out of the church by a door _
opposite to the one by which he had on-
tered. The instant he stepped through
the door we heard the most tremen-
dous uproar; he had met another dog
outside. .
“As a matter of fact, I suppose our
dog had come into the church to escape
the other dog; he didn’t want {to fight,
and I suppose he thought if the other
dog saw him go into a church he’d feel
kind of ashamed of himself and go
away. But he didn’t; he just hung
around outside and waited. The peace~
ful dog was diplomatic, you see, too; (he ,
went out by a different door from“ the
one he came in at, thinking, no doubt,
that the dog that wanted to fight would
wait for him where he came in, and that
he would escape the other dog and get
away quietly by going out at the other
door; but the other dog must have
guessed his intentions, for he was wait-
ing for him there.
“Our dog didn’t want to fight, but he
didn’t run away; good natured, shaggy
and gentle as he was, he pitched in and
fought like a demon. Between them
they made more noise than an earth-
quake. It pretty nearly broke up the
gravity of the entire congregation, and
| the sexton had to go out and drive them
away; so we never knew how the fight
came out.”
Too Delightful.
“Isn’t this perfectly delightful?” she
"asked, as they sat on the sofa with their
arms intertwined, and the brillantine on
his mustache not very far from the crim~
son balm on her lips.
“Dorothy,” he replied. “when I know
that your mother is listening on the
stairs, that your father is waiting: in the
passage with a cane, that the bulb; is
loose in the front yard, and that your
little brother is under the sofa, how can I
say that it is delightful ”—London Tit-
Bits.
Precautionary.
Customer—Bring me some lobster
salad and some cucumbers.
Waiter (bringing pen, ink and paper)
——Please write’ your name and address
before yen tackle that order.—National
Hotel Reporter. '
His Aflllctlon.
."You seem ill,” she said, soljcitou:
l U I
y“I am not feeling well,” the youth
replied. “The fact is I'm troubled with
heart failure.”
“Oh, how terrible!”
“Yes. I started four times to ask
your father’s consent to our marriage,
and every time my heart failed me.’
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