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‘THAT’S WHEN.
When does advertising pay?
When the darkness follows day,
When the winter precedes spring,
When the song birds learn to sing.
When the deaf no longer hear,
When the Anarchist loves beer.
When the chickens feathers wear,
When the sailor learns to swear,
When the shiftless go in debt,
When the running streams are wet,
When the tramp for leisure yearns.
When the ice no longer burns,
When the business man is wise——
That‘s the time to advertise.
—Kansas City Journal.
FROM THE RUBAIYAT
They had been talking about Omar
Khayyam’s Rubaiyat Sonata, and Wa
‘ terford, who had become the happy pro-
prietor of this delightful volume one
damp morning in Calais, while waiting
for the stout little steamship which was
to convey him, after certain tempestu-
ous hours, to moist, green England,
glanced at the charming profile of the
young lady beside him, with a faint
hope that her pretty silence might be
terminated by Something clever and
suggestive.
“I fear you will find me rather a dull
person,” he said at last. “In England,
you know, when they present people
they always make it a biographical oc-
casion. They say. ‘This is Mr. Jones.
Mr. Jones has just been killing some-
thing.’ I haven’t been killing anything,
but I have read the Rubaiyat. Do you
know it at all?”
“Oh, yes, I know it very well,” re-
turned she, breaking olf a bit of roll
and looking at him, smilingly, over her
shoulder. “Indeed, I was thinking that
you are not like the man there—you
- can’t say, ‘A jug of wine, a loaf of
bread, and thou beside me, singing in
the Wilderness. Oh, wilderness were
paradise enow.’ ”
“Ah! but it would cease to be a wil-
derness then,” said Waterford quickly.
“You'd make it p0pu1ar.” ~
“Oh, yes,” said she. “I’d have them
all, positively everybody. I’m very fond
of company.”
He politely replied that under such
circumstances her opportunities for soli-
tude must be rare. And as he did so
he said to himself that pictorially, at
least, she was a singularly happy speci-
men of the American type. Her deli-
cate color, her bright freshness, her
even features, her virginal young eyes.
her expression of unconscious serenity
that was at once so confident and so in-
nocent, so alert and so pure, made a per-
trait very lovely to look upon.
He felt a quick, grateful wish to give
her pleasure, to bestow his best, and he
believed, when the conversation was in-
terrupted by what he called that brutal
Saxon interval of drink and smoke, that
it terminated with regret. He hoped
they might renew it. but when the men
rejoined the ladies she was standing in
the doorway, with her white cloak
about her shoulders.
“Goodby,” he said. “Must you go so
soon? There are ever so many things 1
want to‘ talk with you about. Won’t
you say to your mother, please, that I
hope to present myself shortly?”
“Ah, do come!" said she. “Mamma
would be so glad to see you again.
Come Sunday afternoon. We always
see people Sunday afternoon.”
On the succeeding Sunday,Waterford
found opportunity to express his happi-
ness in again meeting Mrs. Thorpe, and
after that pleasant occasion it was soon
taken for granted that he.would make
one of the group of young men who ar-
ranged themselves in what he thought
highly irregular attitudes on the draw-
ing-room chairs.
It happened one afternoon, as Water-
ford was saying goodby, he held her
hand, instead of releasing it, and asked
her very simply and tenderly to let him
keep it always. She looked away from
him for an instant, as though the was
looking beyond him and into her future,
and then she raised her eyes, beautiful
with what he thought the sweetest, love-
liest light he had ever seen shine froma
pure soul. The marriage came off in
May, and after apoetic journey through
lands supposed to be in harmony with
recent wedded bliss, they returned to a
delightful old house in Eleventh street
and an appreciative circle of friends.
They were both ridiculously happy, and
both in secret scored a common terror
- that such felicity, in a world of suffer-
ing and transition, must he succeeded
by some vaguely threatening herror.
They had not yet grasped the richest
fulfilment of companionship that comes
through sorrow born in love.
Mr. Waterford’s money was invested
in one of those large commé rcial enter-
prises which had been a family concern
for years, and which, some time previ
ous to his marriage, had been merged
into a “trust.” His uncle was presi-
dent, and the shares paid enormous divi-
dends. ~ During the panic, of course,
the price went tumbling down, along
with the rest of the “industrials,” but,
as he was not pressed for funds, it did
not worry him.
One morning, however, he glanced
over the paper, carelessly enough, and
then rushed downtown with a scared,
white face. The American Button
Trust had announced its insolvency and
applied for a r ceiver. The stock was
unlisted and absolutely unmarketable.
Waterford was ruined! Everything
had to go—even her jewels.
They hired a little flat somewhere up
town, and the beautiful house was to
let and most of the furniture sold.
Edith had kept up bravely, so bravely
and cheerily. “Don’t you remember
the Rubaiyat, dear?” she said, patting
his knee. ‘A jug of wine, a loaf of
bread and thou beside me singing in the
wilderness.’ That was the first speech
I ever made, wasn’t it? I’m sure pov-
erty can’t be so terrible while we have
each other. There are a hundred worse
troubles might have come to us.” But
when they went down the steps for the
last time, and she looked back at the
curtained drawing room window, the
window in which showed to stand and
watch for him in the happy winter’s twi-
light, and saw the auctioneer’s raw red
flag fluttering there, the tears would
some, and the sobs would choke her
“Goodby, old home,” she cried, turning
her her head away, “goodbyl” Water—
ford took her hand and pressed it fur-
tively, but she didn't return that kind
gesture, and for the first time his heart
sank within him and he wished he
might die.
Once, he was unable to meet his rent
when due, and the landlord came and
dunned her for it—he wondered how
she bore it so. Cut off from friends,
home, society, every elegance to which
she had been accustomed, condemned
to a life of petty hardships and miser-
able sacrifices, what was his poor affec-
tion in the balance? She must regret,
how could any woman help it? Ah,
fatal lines! He had, indeed. brought
her into “the wilderness.” She cher-
ished him, and he looked in to her kind
eyes and thought, “How unselfish she
is.” She caressed him, and he said to
himself, “How she pities me.”
Christmas eve had come, and Water-
ford was trudging home through the
lights and falling snow, thinking with
a sardonic humor of last year, and the
presents he had bought her. They had
been giving a dinner, and just as she-
was going down he had slipped behind
her and had clasped a circlet of dia-
monds around her neck. He remem-
bered with a thrill how she had turned
and smiled at him over her shoulder,
standing there before her glass, bril—
liant, flashing, beautiful. He had no
present for her this Christmas (they had
agreed they were too poor to buy each
other gifts), but as he let himself in,
and she came quickly, happily to meet
him, and put her white young arms
about his neck, and looked up into his
eyes with such a smile as only love can
paint, be bent over her and fastened a
great rose in her hair. “Merry Christ-
mas,” he said, in rather a choky voice,
and she felt a tear on her forehead.
“And now you must come into the
library,” she said. And putting her
arm about his waist, she pushed aside
the curtain, and there, draping the
chimney-piece, was one of those pale
silk scarfs, along the length of which
was wrought a quaint, curiously em-
broidered pattern.
“Ah,” he said, a. little reproachfully,
“you promised not to buy me any-
thing!”
“I didn’t buy it. I made it for you,”
she said. “Do you like it?” she added,
giving him a queer look. “You are to
understand that it is immensely clever,
and that it is all out of my own head.”
Many a night he sat smoking before
that surface of faded silk, and when the
old doubts of her would now and again
chill his heart, the thought of the dear
hands that had embroidered it somehow
soothed and quieted him, so that once,
when it was removed, he asked for if
and had it put back again.
But the Waterfords’ poverty was dis-
sipated almost as unexpectedly as it had
come upon them. The A. B. T. had
been reorganized, and the assessment
paid in had replaced the property on a
paying basis. Our friend’s uncle had
managed quietly to scrape together suf-
ficient funds to pay both his nephew’s
subscription and his own, and to Water-
ford’s astonishment, he received one
morning, not only a notification of
this. but a check for the current divi-
dend.
They went abroad that summer, and
in the autumn were enabled to tale
back the old house in Eleventh street,
where they lived in. comfort and ele~
gance. Only Waterford, despite Edith’s
smiling protest, insisted, that the now
faded scarf should decorate the new li-
brary.
“It’s the only thing I can’t do with-
out,” he said.
He thought as she busied herself ar-
ranging it, with her back to him. that
the small speech had pleased her more
than any compliment he had ever paid
her, and he wondered at the inscutable-
ness of woman,
“Oh, by the way,” he said one morn-
ing at breakfast, “I met an old chap at
the club last night, a Persian Professor.
I remembered you used to be fond of
Oriental things, so I asked him to dine
this evening. I hope he will interest
You.” _
The Professor proved sufficiently en-
tertaining, and after dinner his host
took him upstairs for a brandy and
soda and a cigar. The old man wander-
ed around the room, examining cabi-
nets, and displaying a mild pleasure in
some Eastern porcelain.
Suddenly his eye happened to catch
the drapery, and, bending forward, he
began to scrutinize it with the most
eager curiosity.
"That’s very remarkable,” he said,
“very remarkable! May I ask where
you got that?”
“That?” said Waterford, rather sur-
prised. “Why, I didn’t get it at all, in
the usual sense—my wife made it for
me. I am very fond of it for its associ-
ations. You have seen something like
it. perhaps?“
“Like it,” returned the Professor,
beaming at him through his glasses.
“M y'dear sir, there is nothing like it in
America. Why, that is a pure Persian
design, with an Arabian text. That is
the celebrated quotation from the Rub-
aiyat—‘A jug of wine, a loaf of bread,
and thou beside me, singing in the wild-
erness. oh, wilderness were paradise
enow.‘ ” -
Waterford’s hands dropped to his
side—through dim eyes he gazed once
more at the old drapery—his face wore
a strange look of happy, exultant peni-
tence. .
“Excuse me a moment,” he said pres-
ently, “I want to speak to my wife."—
Vanity.
From Napoleon’s Hat.
Among the presents recently received
by the Empress of Germany which she
prizes highly is a relic given her by the
Austro-Hungarian Ambassador in Ber-
lin. It is a diamond buckle, which was
one of the principal ornaments of the
gala hat of“ Napoleon I, and was found
in the imperial baggage captured by a
Prussian regiment ‘ at the battle of
Waterloo. There is also a tradition
that it was worn \by Napoleon at his
coronation in Notre Dame, on Decem<
ler 21, 1804.
THEEVENTNG‘GAZEPTE "y‘ . W;,j
,coL. FORDYCE’S ROMANCE.
Senator Mills. Talking of Cuba, Tells a”
Good Story. _
When Senator Mills delivered his
great speech on Cuba in the Senate re-
cently, a speech described by that
competent critic Senator Morgan of
Alabama as “majestic and splendid and
brilliant oratory,” he related an incident
that called cheers from the galleries
and aroused deep interest on the floor
of the Senate. Mr. Mills was describ-
ing the cruelty of the Spaniards and
their habitual murder and violation of
women. _Then he drew this contrast:
“Mr. President; while thinking of
the slaughter ofathis girl, who attempt-
ed to save her father, there comes up in
my mind the recollection of an incident
that occurred in Alabama during our
civil war.
ment was in command of a district in
North Alabama, within whose lines the
family of a Confederate officer resided.
Sometimes the bold rebel would slip
through the lines, undiscovered, and
visit his family. On one occasion he
was discovered by some one more de—
voted to the Union than to his personal
welfare. Information was given to the
Colonel commanding the district, who
took a half dozen of his men and under
cover of night went to the house to cap-
ture his Confederate foeman. Arriving
at the house he rushed in the door pis-
tol in hand and found the Confederate
soldier in the midst of his family, his
pistol and belt lying upon the bureau
and within reach of his daughter, a
beautiful girl of 18 summers. In an in-
stant she grasped her father’s pistol to
shoot in defence of her father’s person.
The Colonel sprang forward, seized the
pistol in her hand to disarm her. Not
being a Spaniard, it never entered his
mind to shoot her. In the struggle her
pistol fired and she was shot through
the hand, but her father succeeded in
making his escape. The gallant officer
returned in a few days to see about
that wounded hand. He came again to
express his profound regrets for that
wound and again and again to hope for
its early recovery. He did not stop
coming till he carried that hand off with
him, claSped in his. It is his hand now
and has been for thirty years. Around
that family hearthstone there stands a
group of noble sons, half Yankee, half
Southern, but all American. We did
not shoot women and children. We did
not shoot prisoners in our great civil
war.”
Soon after the Senator concluded his
speech I met him and inquired regard—
ing the identity of the Ohio Colonel
and the fair Alabama Confederate. He
told me he referred to an incident in the
lives of Col. S. W. Fordyce and his ac-
complished wife. Col. Fordyce is the
President of the St. Louis Southwestern
Railroad and is known and loved from
the lakes to the Gulf.—St. Louis Re-
public.
POSTAL SAVING SYSTEM.
[nstituted in European Countries to
Teach Children Economy.
What is called the stamp deposit sys-
tem has been very successfully intro-
duced among the schools, and the ag-
gregate amount deposited by the chil-
dren last year was $800,000. Under
this system school children are fur-
nished cards ruled off in squares the
size of a stamp, and when they have a
penny they are encouraged to buy a
postage stamp instead of spending it for
candy.
The stamp is placed opon the card
and when the card is full it is delivered
to the nearest postmaster, who gives
the child credit in a passbook for the
amount of money represented. These
cards are supplied in bulk to the
teachers of the public schools, who are
required to instruct their pupils daily
in practical lessons of economy and the
benefits of thrift. ‘
This is said to have an excellent effect
not only among the children, but upon
their parents also, both by the force of
example and by making known the
advantages and facilities offered by-the
savings system. The fact that one per-
son out of every seven in the . entire
population of Great Britain makes use
of the postal savings bank and that it
represents more than $400,000,000 of
their savings suggests that a similar
privilege would be greatly valued by
the working people of the United
States—Chicago Record.
Took It For a Tip.
The lighthouses in England are peri-
odically visited by the inspecting offi-
:ers of the Trinity House Brethren,
whose function is to see that everything
is in proper order. On one occasion,
while examining the mechanism of the
monster revolving lamp belonging to a
lighthouse, one of the gentlemen, wish
ing to see how many seconds would
elapse in completing a revolution. took
a half crown piece from his pocket and
placed it on the revolving framework.
Watch in hand, he patiently waited
for the Coin to come round again to
where he was standing, but no half
crown appeared. The seconds length-
ened into minutes—still no half crown!
“Strange l” he exclaimed, “What
can be the meaning of it?”
In order to ascertain the cause of the
strange phenomenon, he walked around
to the other side of the lamp, and, in
doing so, encountered on: of the light-
housemen, who touched his hat and
said “Thank you, sir,” in an under
tone.
The man, seeing the coin come toward
him, had pocketed it, thinking it was
meant for a tip l—N . Y. Herald.
It was Sudden.
Mr. Huggins and Miss Dimple had
been discussing marriage in an imper-
sonal manner when the young lady
announced her preference in this
way: , '
"The man I marry must be handsome
talented, amiable, courageous and
without a fault of any sort whatever.”
, “This is very sudden,” replied Mr.
Huggins.
_ “I thoroughly appreciate the honor
you confer upon me,’but you will give
me a. week to consider, I suppose.”—
l—len'ner‘s Bazar.
A Colonel of an Ohio regi- .
The Prince of Monaco.
Attention is called to that interesting
person, the Prince of Monaco, by the
fact that the President of the French
Republic has just paid him a visit.
Monaco is a principality within the
borders and under the domination of a
republic. and its internal government is ‘
at the same time a despotism compared
to which the Prince has himself said
that of the Czars is mild.
His revenues from. the gambling ta-
bles of Monte Carlo are very large. The
principa.ity is eight- square miles in ex-
tent, and includes the old and pictur-
esque town of Mamaco and the wicked
but beautiful Monte Carlo. The Prince
legislates with the aid of such advisers
as he chooses. and a law goes into force
by his decree solely. "' The name of the
royal family is Grimraldi and it has
reigned for 900 years. The present
Prince, Albert, is forty-eight. He mar-
ried first a sister of the Duke of Hamil-
ton. Eieven Tetra later he was di-
vorced for rem ms that are not publicly
known. the Pope consenting to annul
the marriage, a very unusual proceed-
ing. The Prince afterward married the
widow of the Due de Richelieu, who is
also a kinswoman of the poet Helene..—
N. Y. Journal.
Glass Coffins.
Glass coffins are soon to be manufac-
tured by a plate-glass company in Ko-
komo, Ind, for two memwho have in-
vented and patented such an article and
formed a company to introduce it. The
bottom and sides of the coffin are to be
made of rough, ungrotmd, and unpol-
ished glass, but the top is to be of high-
ly polished plates of glass. The inven-
tors think there arn several good points
in the coffin and lots of money, too.
A Great Fox Bait.
Six hunters have trapped 225 foxes
within ten miles of Gardiner, Me., dur-
ing the past winter. One of the hunters
claims to have a secret bait that is ir-
resistiblu to a. fox, and he has a record
of sixty eight foxes last winter. He
sold the secret to another trapper, who
got fifty- two foxes.
A Reasonable Test. -
“Nobody ought to be fooled by oleo-
margarine,” said the man who tries to
pose as an oracle in his home.
”Why not?” asked his wife.
“Because there are so many ways of
distinguishing it from butter.”
“Well,” she replied, with emphasis,
“I’m not going to set up a chemical la-
uoratory in the kitchen and carry a mi-
croscope to market. I only ask for one
way to tell them apart.”
“How is that?”
“By the difference in price.”--Wash-
ington Star.
An Elk to a Buggy.
A two-year- old elk drawing an or-
dinary buggy with a man driving trot-
ted into the town of Aberdeen, VVash.,
a few days ago. The elk was harnessed
in the usual way, was in every way as
tractable as a horse, and stood quietly
when tied up to the nitcniug p):;.‘
weak
Worn out, nervous w\omen, receive
criticism where they should have
sympathy. They cannot help being
nervous, if their blood is impure.
then the blood fails to feed the
nerves upon proper nourishment what
can you expect but nervous prostra-
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If the cause is found in impure blood,
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Nervous
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help me. I seemed to be growing worse
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little, it would cause me such misery that
I was often wicked enough to wish my-
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“Women
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medicines great raise, and if anyone
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