""09 2+ , ' T n a ”E v mama I T m wire-7'” "'Xsl'olrv. " ' “I There are places void of verdure, 3, Not because of soil so bad, But that neither stream nor shower _ E’er hath made the furrows glad. in Lives there are of beauty barren. .1 .-- Yet not truly dead of heart; , - 1:. Watered by some kind affection. ‘3 ' Gentle impulses would start. "" Ah, how many a soul might blossom. Into graces rich and rare. Did you shed the dews of friendship, \ If love‘s fountains I would share! , a —Ladles’ World. ' A SEA CHANGE. “But it is a proof of weakness to be blinded by afiection to the faults of those we love. For my part, I make no such distinctions. Even my mother, to me, is first of all an individual, and, after that, my mother.” Pretty Janet Dale gave, the speaker a distinctly disapproving glance. “No, no" Phil,” returned his uncle, indulgently reproving, in that mellow voice which was one of his charms; “first of all she is your mother, and after that an individual.” “Thank you for saying that, Mr. Van Dyne,” said Janet, to whom the word “mother” brought back a sad, sweet memory. ~ “I consent to waive the point,” said Philip carelessly. “It’s too hot, any- how, to be argumentative,” he added, a he fanned himself with his straw ' hat. . The conversation took place on board the Tom Jones, a dingy little steamboat that plied between a southern city and an island of the gulf. They were now waiting to aflect their entrance through a canal dock, and the pause was a tedi- ous one, with not a ghost of a breeze blowing. and nothing'to be seen but a few gaping bystanders on the bank, and the sprightly fiddler crabs scrambling about in the mud. ' “If this is a forefaste of the joys to come,” sighed Janet, “what a happy fortnight we shall have I” “Now, my dear child,” urged her fa- ther, “don’t make up your mind before- hand to dislike the place.” “You see,” said Janet, turning to Mr. ’ Van Dyne, “papa has always repre- sented the island as asort of earthly paradise, and as this is the first time I have ever consented to visit it he feels personally responsible.” “It is a jolly sort of place when you get used to it,” struck in Phil. “Not very exciting; but you can do pretty much as you please there—wear old clothes and be as unconventional—and as selfish— ~as you like.” “That is not my idea of bliss,” retort- ed Janet. “Whatever else the place lacks,” said Mr. Van Dyne, “the air is delicious. It makes one feel your: g and strong, capa- ble of any exertion.” By‘this time the tiresome wait was ended, and the Tom Jones was puffing and snorting its way between the banks of the narrow canal; into the bayou, which presently widened into alakc. The sky had been growing darker, and now a sudden squall arose, with sheets of rain and a wild wind. “I trust this will grow no worse,” said Mr. Van Dyne, uneasily. “Are you sufiering any inconvenience from the rocking of the boat, Miss Janet?” “Not at all; only I wish papa would let me go outside. It is so close in here.” Phil appeared just then, with a beam- ing smile. “Such a joke l” he exclaimed. “The captain forgot to bring the anchor along.” “Not really?” said Janet. “I don’t see much of a joke about that, my boy, especially if the wind rises any higher.” Presently the sqrall passed and the boat steamed on once more; but as they had been delayed, it was dusk before they approached the island. Then the painful news was circulated that the - tide was too low for the Tom Jones to reach the wharf. “Must we stay on board all night?” asked Janet. “We are going ashore in a lugger—a romantic lugger that will satisfy all your cravings for the picturesque,” re- plied Phil, with unfeeling levity. “Don’t be alarmed—it won’t last long,” said Mr. Van Dyne reassuringly. It was dark, very dark, with only the glimmer of the lantern at the boat's head to light their progress. Two men marched up and down on the thwarts, poling the boat along through the shoal water; and the passengers shuddered as they heard the cry, “Hard ofi 1 hard eff r" for they knew they were about to stick in the mud. Three times they stuck, and meanwhile the mosquitoes bit ferociously. “Even you, papa, must admit that this is a poor beginning,” said Janet; but Mr. Dale only groaned and gave a vicious slap at an invisible but very audible swarm of mosquitoes. At last they reached the wharf and disembarked with some difficulty, but it was so dark that Janet began to fol- low a stray mule, under the impression that it was her father. She was res- cued from this vain pursuit by Phil, who declared that her misapprehension was very unfilial. “How dreadful it all is,” she said. “but at any rate it’s something to be dry on land once more. ” n. The next morning, however, under a bright blue sky, the island put on its prettiest face and Janet could not help being pleased with it. The freshly painted cottages beneath the rows of trees looked very attractive, and the old sugar house, which did duty as a" ball room, gave promise of pleasure to come. The days passed lazily and pleasant- ly, for a stiff breeze had swept away the mosquitoes, and the air was like a draught from the Fountain of Youth. Mr. Van Dyne was his own charming wit, and Janet could not help owning that there wasusomething very winning lien in Phil’s geod spirits, though she was repelled by some of the sentira ts. he uttered. _ “He must have a hard, selfish strea -: in him,” she thought, for she was 511‘ young enough to judge people by their words. . But presently the bright weather be gan to break up, and on the day set in an excursion to the neighboring light house, the sky looked so threatening that Mr. Dale would not allow J ctflct to go with the party. “Those long wisps of cloud mean wind,” he Said. J not felt inclined to pent as the gay party, headed by Phil, set forth on their quest of pleasure. Darker and darker grew the sky, and toward afternoon it began to rain in gusts, and the wind piped shrilly. Some anxiety was felt .on behalf of the absent ones, and Janet joined a group of watchers on ,the dining- room gallery. Presently the lugger appeared, her sail sometimes almost flat with the water as a fierce gust made her careen; but at last she battled her way to the wharf. “What, are you among the watch— ers?” said Phil to Janet. __ “We feared you might have come to harm,” she replied. “You feared for me?” he questioned eagerly, and wistfully. “You, who believe in the duty of be- ing selfish, can hardly imagine, I sup- pose, that one may feel interested in the safety of a fellow-being,” she retorted, turning away from him and leaving him rebuffed and bafiied. III. All the next day the rain fell in tor- rents and the wind raged. J auet slept little when night came, for the dark was full of strange noises. Toward daylight she arose and went to the window. As far as the eye could see the island was covered with water. Janet looked across the road toward one of the cottages and saw the water flowing in at the front door, under the bed, and out of the back door. She gave a little shiver as she turned away and went to knock at her father’s door. “Get up, papa 1” she cried, “every- thing is under water.” Mr. Dale, after splashing forth on a hasty tour of investigation, found that most of the cottagers had already ad- journed to the ballroom—that being considered the safest place. Phil was going around in a skiff-to carry them thither; trying to revive their drooping spirits with the theory that the Whole thing was a great lark. “This will be something to talk about next winter,” he said, as he helped Janet into the skiff. “If ever you get short of subjects of conversation, you can always fall back on your perilous adventures." "Yes—if we live to tell Hie tale,” re- marked Janet. Up at the ball-room they found it dis- mal enough.’ The children were fret- :ul, and their terrified mothers seemed to have lost the art of soothing them. Phil made a heroic effort to cheer them up—played with the children, joked with the old ones, and induced some of the younger ones to gather round the piano and sing; but after all it was a fictitious gayety he stimulated and it soon flickered down again. Janet no- ticed with some surprise that Mr. Van Dyne was gloomy, and even snappish. He answered shortly when spoken to, and seemed more concerned about his own comfort than anything else. And still, as the dark drew on. the storm increased, with lashing rain and schreechin g wind, and, above all other sounds, the hoarse roar of the breakers. Phil and some of the other men made what provision they could for the com- fort of the women and children, but Mr. Van Dyne made no move to give up his easy chair. Presently there were people asleep on the tables and benches —some were even huddled upon the floor. “It looks now like a tramps’ lodging house,” remarked Phil to Janet. She turned and looked at him. “We are in great danger, are we not?” she asked. “I heard Capt. San- ders say we may expect the worst, if the wind veers.” “Well, it hasn’t veered yet,” he an- swered. “But it may.” “Yes, it may. I will tell you the truth, because you have courage to hear it. We are in great peril, and heaven knows how it will end.” There was silence between them for a moment, and then he took her cold hand in his. “Janet,” he said, “I must tell you— even here and now—how much I love you; even if you cannot love me, it eases my heart to tell you.” “But I do, Phil,” she answered, look- ing up with her frank blue eyes—“the truth is, I was afraid to let myself see you until I learned, through this storm, how kind and good and unselfish you really are. You used .to say such hard things, but now I see you are one of those who practice but do not preach.” And so they sat, side by side, hand in hand, happy in spite of their peril— happy, as romantic youth can be, even in the thought of dying together. But no such poetic climax was possi- ble. The storm subsided gradually, the waters began to recede, and as the two watched, with tired eyes, the coming of dawn, they knew that fate had spared them for life and love.—New Orleans Times Democrat. An Editor Grandly Spurns Office. “No, kind but deluded friends, the mission of the hireling who holds the plow handles of this paper is to keep the fires burning on the altars of liber- ty and the beacon lights blazing on the shores of time at $1.50 a blaze, invaria~ bly in advance. He does not hunger and thirst after social life. He did think once he would like to go to the ‘Legislature, but he has grown in grace since then and purged his system of that unholy desire Since then he has not yearned a sing e yearn or hankered a hank after political distinction.”— Hillsooro sews. HORSE Aselass To HIGHER THINGS.- His Curiosity Led Him Upstairs, and He Refused to Come Down. Ex-Alderman Peter R. Hopper, of Paterson, N. J., is the owner of a big bay horse that occupies a room on the first floor of a building in St. Louis, formerly a dwelling. The second story is used as a carpenter’s shop. When~ Mr. Hopper went to hitch up the animal one morning recently it was missing. He found the wagon and harness in their usual place. There was no trace , of the thieves. While Mr. Hopper was wondering what to do a neighbor solved the mys- te‘ry. - Dowu the street he saw a horse leisurely looking around from a second story window and apparently enjoying the novelty. Stairs four feet wide con- nect the stable and-shop. Mr. Hopper went up them two at a' time and found his horse, which had reached the second story in the same manner as his mas- ter. The horse refused, however, to return that way. A cleated incline was laid over the stairs, but still it refused to budge. A strong runway forty feet long was then constructed from the second story direct to the street, and the witnessed by a large crowd. Armenian Women. Mrs. Gertrude Eastman Perkins. one of the brightest of the younger literary women of the city, who made a long trip a. short while ago through Europe is convalescing from the Serious illness which has kept her from the pen for several months. During her stay abroad she made a. special study of the condi- tion of Armenia, and more especially of the women of that crushed and unfor- tunate land. Her literary connections gave her the access in London and elsewhere to li- braries and archives bearing upon the topic, and by good fortune} as well as careful endeavor she managed to make the acquaintance and win the friendship of Armenian colonies in [London and elsewhere. She took abundant notes and secured a large amount of very val- uable literary material. Upon her recovery she will probably write a series of very exhaustive arti- cles upon the topic with a view to their subsequent publication in book form. and Kurds in Armenia have driven thousands, and even tens of thousands of people away to other lands. This expitriation has resulted in the estab- ishment of Armenian colonies in nearly every large European dity, and a very numerous colony in London itself. Most of these exiles belong to the better classes of their race, and in their flight took with them family records, church documents, ancient archives and much of'their national literature. ‘ It is possible today to obtain as much if not more excellent material respect- ing Armenia at first hand in London than in Sassoon or Erzeroum. Mrs. Perkins is very fortunate in finding and utilizing this literary treasure trove. A Funny Fire Alarm. A few nights ago as the pastor of one of our colored churches was conducting services in a building near the business portion of the city he had occasion, it seems, to use the term “hellfire.” and becoming warmed up in his discourse, he yelled “hellfire” in a. tone loud enough to be heard amile. John Ham- ilton heard the fire part of the yell a time or two, and deciding that a fire was raging somewhere in town, he com- menced crying “fire! fire I” at the very top of his shrill voice. Deputy Marshal Burroughs happened to hear the “hell” part of the discourse, and knowing that there was no fire, he put out after John Hamilton, hoping to overtake him and stop his yelling, but he failed to catch him, and the last seen of John that night he was going toward Big Creek at a 2:40 gait and crying fire at every jump. Jim Whitfield, an oflicer of the Eclipse Hook and Ladder Company, heard the racket and got nearly to the headquarters of the company before he learned that it was a preacher pictur- ing hellfire to his congregation. Literary Taste. The literary taste usually manifests itself at an early age in a passion for books. Many men of letters have be- gun to read almost as soon as they be- gan to talk. To the youthful enthusiast in literature his adoration for favorite works and authors is an emotion as profound and sacmdaf‘that of a r'eli gious experience or a first'love affair. Anyone who is delicate will find that a little gardening is health-producing. and delightful. To learn the habits of plants is in itself a study full of inter- est. Trygardening; it cures many an ill, is soothing to the nerves and quiet~ ing to the mind—Frances E. Fraytt. Checking the Amazons. “Sire,” quoth the chief of staff, “the Amazons are assembling on the right wing and evidently intend’ to turn our left with a vigorous charge.” “Do you mean the American Wheel corps?” "Yes, sire, and they are a gallant sight. Their wheels have all been re- nickeled, and they have donned their new ashes-of roses bloomers for the first time. What shall we do to avert the danger?” - “Order out the royal sprinkling carts.” “Yes, sire.” “Let them gmake a battle ground in front of our left wing as muddy as pos- sible.” “Yes, sire." “Just as soon as the charging Ama- zons in their new silk bloomers strike that mud they will ride back as fast as they can pedal.” “For what, sire.” ' “For their mud guards, stupid. Then if we advance rapidly. enough to surprise them before they can get their helmets on straight the day is ours.” And it was even so. I .‘w— , I I animal was led down. The descent was The oppressions practiced by the Turks ' :‘2 . , .1 , i ." ' I l n! ' 1 Sometimes persons become blind from impure blood, which develops scrofulous ulcers on the eyeballs, iritis, granulated eyelids, etc. In such cases Hood’s Sarsaparilla has been marvel- ously successful in restoring sight. 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