THE MORNING BREAKS.
The mon '11:? breaks, and with it brings
The first 1‘ nint breath of Spring,
And hearts. like happy birds on wings,
For joy are carolingl
A thrill runs through the frozen earth.
-A trill pervades the air;
Presaging banishment of dearth, e
Foretelling all things fair! '
Each shivering bough enwreathed shall glow
With wealth of summer bloom,
Unmindful of the blasts that blow.
Forgetful of the gloom!
And hearts bowed down by weight of woe,
Souls shivering in Life 3 blast.
Beneath God's smile shall _-_rad_-iant grow
In'suhim‘er-land at lastl
—Grace Appleton.
BOTH HAD WHEELS.
Rose Graham laid the morning paper
aside and'looked across the table at his
wife. .
“I don’t like the idea, Dora,” he said,
a faintly discernible air of authority
coloring the words with yet stronger
disapproval.
His wife’ s face flushed a little as she
toyed with her coffee spoon. She was
one of .the few women who" can look»
It is awfully'hard,
charming at 8 a. m. V
to refuse your wife anything when she
,is distracting pretty and you have been .
married only three short months.
“All the girls have them,” she pro?
“I’m surprised, Ross, really .1.
tested.
am, that you should object. Evefy-
body rides, and it is so awfully fasci-
' hating.”
“It doesn’t make any difference what
other girls do.” responded her husband, _
emphatically, “they may fly to the
moon if somebody patents airships, for
all I care. But I hate to see you on a
bicycle—not {that there is any actual
harm in them, but a man doesn’t care to
have his wife prancing around the coun-
try, stared at iby all the fellows. You
may have anything else in reason that
you want, Dot, but I draw the line at
bloomers and a wheel.”
Dora’s eyebrows puckered ominously.
She rose with injured dignity and look-
ed down at her husband as impressive-
ly as a woman may from a. height of
five feet one.
“Do I understand you to say that you
forbid me to ride a 1bicycle?” she asked
slowly. Her cheeks were glowing now
and a small, slippered foot beat a tatoo
upon the carpet.
Her husband looked up in surprise.
It is always surprising to a newly made
benedict to discover that his adoring
spouse has any wishes apart fromhis
own. ‘
“Well,” said he, with the mild des
peration of a peac'eable man who finds
himself cornered. “If you insist on
putting it in such an unpleasant way,
yes.”
“Then,” replied his wife, moving
tragically toward the door, even the
tortoise shell aquiver with indignation.
“all I have to say is that you are a per
feet—tyrant I” ~
Everything .went wrong at the office
that day. It is not easy to wrestle with
business .when one emerges from the
gloom of a domestic thundercloud, and
Ross was relieved when the afternoon
wore on.
“After all,” he soliequized, as he rode
homeward on a California street car,
“perhaps I was rather hard on the bicy-
cle proposition. But it wouldn’t do to
give in to her now—'-I must be firm.”
It takes a married man some time to
acquaint himself with the apparent in-
consistency of the feminine mind.
Dora had' allowed him to go down
town without as much as a. farewell
glance. Approaching his cozy home
- with some inward apprehension he was
naturally astounded when she met him
at the door, radiantly smiling.
Some friends dropped in later, and
the evening passed deli g.htfully Dora
devoted heiself to her husband’s com-
fort with an eager solicltude that he at-
tributed to sincere repentance. '
As she poured coffee for him the next
morning he observed with horror an
immense and unsightly bruise upon her
arm—a bruise that included all the col-
ors of a Well developed rainbow.
“For heaven’s sake, Dot, how did you
do it?” he inquired anxiously. His wife
blushed furiously.
“Oh, I fell—that is, I—oh, it’s noth-
ing, Ross, dear, nothing whatever—do
let me help you to cream. By the by, I
forget to tell vou that——-”
Here she branched OR to a dissertation
on music.
A week later Mr. Ross Graham made
his way homeward on a new safety. '
“I really need the exercise,” he ex-
plained rather awkwardly to his wife,
who was watching as usual for his fa-
miliar figure.
“Of course you do, dear,” she re-
sponded cheerfully,whereas he breathed
a sigh of relief. “Some women would
have kicked up a dickens of a row,” he
ruminated. “Dora is an angel.”
Ross found cycling such an agreeable
pastime that he caught himself thinking
of Dora one meming and half wishing
she was beside him. He was not so sure
after all about the impropriety of it. A
girl could look confoundedly fetching
on a wheel.
Of late he had observed one in partic-
ular, a natty little figure in a blue suit,
a jaunty cap atop of her head, who ap-
peared every morning in the distance
but he had ‘ never yet over
taken her as she avoided the main paths
skimming gracefully along and always
. alone.
One morning he obeyed a sudden 1m
pulse to pass the fair unknown. She
evidently devined his intention, for she
doubled her speed. So it was to be a
’ race between them—what a saucy little
thing she must be!
Mentally resolved to buy a dagger pin
that very day for Dora, as a peace,ofier-
ing to his conscience—poor little Dora.
slumbering innocentB' at home while
he basely pursued strange phantoms——
he gained steadily upon the rider
ahead, in spite of her efforts to elude
him.
.Somethingvlin the shiny coils of her
hair'struck‘ him as oddly ‘fauliliar. It
'was a tortoise shell comb and was ver;
g gets to sleep. ”-——-I.‘.ife.
mun
like one of his Wife's; but, of course, it
s o.t
“ There. was a little hill ahead, and the
masculine muscle showed its superior
ity. The girl in blue was doing her
her t, but despite her efforts the man
gained and was. soon close behind
her.
Then something happened which sur-
prised the pursuing wheelman very
much. When she- could disguise her
identity no longer, Mrs. Ross Graham
leaped lightly from her wheel and turn-
ing to her husband said, half pleading,
half defiantly:
"Forgive me, Ross.
couldn’t help doing it.”
but I simply
For an answer, Ross. who had dis-~
mounted, took his Wife in his arms and
kissed her. -
And the wheel question was settled.
HE DID NOT LE AVE.
Rose Forest and Alec Beaten had
been engaged six years, and both had
only just lareached their majority. It
had been one of those family arranged
affairs that are alWays intended so
ki11dly,. and often, alas! end so disas-
trously.
They had been brought up side by
side, and when one summer vacation
they weie told they must eventually
marry one another they could not see
any objection, nor any particular reason
for such an arrangement.
In the six vears cathat passed they saw
very little of one another, and now Alec
was at a theological college, and Rose
was enjoying a round‘ of gayety in
London.
Among the many who sought her so-
ciety was Alec’s elder brother, David, a.
soldier by profession, and a soldier of
the truest worth.
People had often wondered why he
had never married. But his whole at-
tention had been devoted to his profes-
sion, and now at the age of forty he
was recognized as a staid old bachelor.
“How often do you and Alec write
to one another?” he asked Rose one
day.
‘Oh, we have no regular time. I
\1v11te to him when I think I have any-
thing to say that interests him. But
that isn’t very often, you know 1” she
smiled roguishly. “He wouldn’t care
to hear of our ceaseless round of friv-
olity. ”
“But you read and you write. Nay,
don’t blush; I have seen some cf your
stories, and they are charming. Don’t
you tell’ him about those interests?”
"No. You see, David, he lives such
a differ anglfe altogether, he only cares
for theological books.”
“What t,will you do when you are
married?” he asked.
She started slightly. “I never think
about it! It always seems to me so far
elf. But when the day comes I think
I shall be ready.”
“But you should think about it,” he
said gently. “Surely the joys of wife-
hoqd are worthy of some consideration.
Have you no picture of what your home
will be ”’
She had risen while he spoke, and
came close to him, with startled, par ted
lips.
“Oh, David. I wish you wouldn’t talk
like this. You—you frighten me. ”
“Poor little girl! I did not mean to
do that. I am a meddlesome old fel-
low, but the happiness of those I care
for is very near my heart. Goodby.”
And Rose, trying to forget his words,
found she could not forget him—found
that for many a week she had worn her
prettiest dresses to please him; that she
had welcomed him, and looked for his
coming. as she had waited for no other.
She began to realize ‘when he touched
her hand, when he stood by her side as
she sang, when he sat next to her at
dinner and talked to no one else, that
she dismissed the thought of their fu-
ture relationship, that she dreamed in-
stead of the home he had pictured and
all she longed to do for him.
It was the last day of the year, and
they were returning from a midnight
service, and Rose was walking by Col—
onel Beaton’s side. They were silent
for some time, and then he made up his
mind to tell her of the step he had de-
termined to take.
' “Do you know, little sister”—how un-
naturally the word came! but he said
it—“do you know this may be the last
time I shall spend a New Year’s eve
with you for many a long year?”
She stumbled and clutched his arm.
'He pressed her hand close to his breast,
and the gas lamp showed him her face
was white and drawn with sudden
pain.
“I must go away,” he said, hoarsely.
“I dare not stay, Rose. Do you care
very much, my child?’
“It will kill me!” she/cried.
' Alec arrived the next day. and David
was toleave in the afternoon. When
he called in the morning he was shown
by request into the room where the en
gaged couple awaited him.
“My dear brother,” Alec began, “you
come just at the right moment to give
us your counsel. Rose has told me
that she has discovered she has 110 de-
=lre to marry inee-that, in fact, she is
.11 love with some one else, and I am
on the point of throwing up my calling,
oecause'l hold no priest should many.
i1nd because I believed ou1 betrzo hal
11 as insoluble."
David did not go away that day——
London News.
Musk Rats for Food.
In nearly every part of Berks County,
Pa... musk rats nowadays are used for
food, and are pronounced a first-class
dish. Ten years ago the idea of eating
them would have been scorned in near-
ly every section of Berks. The musk-
rat is always a great deal cleaner in his
food than most other animals that have
for years been used on the table. It is
claimed that musk rat meat is a great
deal finer to, the taste than that of a
rabbit.
“Well, I’ll have to tell you good—by."
‘ Oh, not now, George. Mother says
we mustn’ t make any noise until father
WONDERFU‘- HELEN KELLER. '
She Learns to Sign-:1]; and “'ill Strive for :1.
College Degree.
Helen liellez',cleprived when musics;
months old of the powers of speccl:
hearing an d sight, is now, at the aga-
of si xteon geaispntering upon a course-
of studies which, she expects, will re
suit in her receiving from Radcl ilfe
Collcgo the annex of Harvard Univer—
sity, the degree of Bachelor of Arts.
She expects to recite in the some
classes, to pass the same examinations,
and to enter in the same competitions.
with young womenwho are in the‘pos-
session of every faculty.
‘ Much'was printed several years ago
concerning this exceptionally gifted
girl; She is developing into awomau
of beauty and attainments. She is ful-
filling ull the promise of her younger
years, when Richard Watson Gilder
and Edmund Clarence Stedman dedi-
catcd poems to her, and the scientific
world 1111s discussing her remarkable
case.
Her fntlmgis an editor in Tuscumbia,
Alabama. lie is a descendant of the
Faill‘uxcs 'irginia, and her mother
heritcd a taste for literature and the
was a Islassa cliusettl Adams. She in-
stu (11' of languages.
She lost thiee of her senses when an
infant. and practically nothing was
done for her education until she was
taken in charge when seven years. old
by Miss Sullivan, who has been her
companion and teacher ever since.
The child learned to understand lan-
guage by foel‘ng the organs of speech
of the llcl'Sull who addressed her. She
learned to talk by imitating the mo-
tions of the lips, larynx and teeth,
which she observed in others. Her
sense of touch became her eyes. She
received impressions from the outside
world by vibration, by touch, and by
the spelling of words into her hand by
means of the so-called manual alpha-
bet.
Miss Keller hus in this way learned
to speak English, French and German,
with almost equal facility. In a clear,
well modulated voice she quotes
Shakespeare,
4.‘
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Schiller and Racine.
\W ‘1‘ &
MISS KELLER AND HER TEACHER.
A Frenchman whom the girl met re-
cently heard her speak and did not de
tect her inability to see and hear until
she astonished him by putting her
fingers to his lips to ascertain what he
was saying Her eyes are clear and
bright. ' Her face is cheerful, and she
has none of the hopeless look so com-
mon to those who are blind.
She has made. some progress in math-
ematics, although on account of her
imaginative and'poetic disposition she
does not reach the average in the exact
sciences. She has written some
sketches which show an insight and
observation which would hardly seem
possible to one with such limitations.
She has an exceptional gift of language
and her productions are rhetorically
perfect.
Here, for instance, is an extract from
her diary, descriptive of her. visit to
the Statue of Liberty at Bedloe’s Isl-
and:
“We climbed up to the head, which
will hold forty persons, and viewed the
glorious scene, on which the bronze
Liberty gazes day and night. And, 0,
how wonderful it was! We did not
wonder that the great French artist
thought the place worthy to be the
home of his grand ideal. The glorious
bay lay calm and beautiful in the Oc-
tober sunshine, and the ships came
and went like idle dreams; those sea—
ward going slowly disappeared like-
clouds that change from gold to gray,
and those homeward coming sped more
quickly, like birds that seek their
mother’s nest. The city’s busy noise
and turmoil were hushed, and how‘
beautiful. she was, as she stood
wrapped in October’s misty veil! I saw
it all with the eyes of my soul—all its
beauty and mystery, and in my heart I
cried, O glorious Liberty, guard well
this high road of the nations; look
down in tender benediction from thy
majestic eminence on this fair home of
freedom until the sun shall sink to rise
no more!”
She will be accompanied during her
college course by Miss Sullivan, who
will interpret to her by a sort of tele-
graph upon the palm pf thehand what
the teachers are saying. She will sit
in the class room, and were it not for
the woman beside her constantly hold-
ing her hand it would be impossible to
distinguish her from the wide eyed
and bright faced young women around
her. She has attained such perfection
in using the voice, which she has never
herself heard, that her necent and em-
phasis ale entirely natural.
The Steam Dragon Must Go.
The doom of the steam locomotive is
sealed. The iron horse with breathvof
vapor must soon give way to an iron
horse that does not breathe. ‘The elec-
tric motor is surely going to take its
place. This is the verdict of those
who should know. W’hen that result
shall have been accomplished them
will be persons living who saw the be-
ginning and the end of the age‘ of
steam transportation on land—an age
.of incalculably tremendous results.
Will the age of electric power be of
longer duration in these days of gen.
eral intellectual activity, and of the
marvellous aplication of human knowl<
1 edge to mechanical ends?
EVENING
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AN EAST SIDE ROMANCE.
A Good Fairy Uncléail. Dower-s ~11. Penniless
1‘1.
The New York Sun recently published
this beautiful story of love, diamonds,
flowers, and the only original Cohen.
Henry Cohen married the prettiest
girl on the East Side yesterday, and the
wedding oust—well, ask Abraham
Cohen, his father, and Harris Cohen,
“the original.” For instance, the flor-
ist got a carte blanche order. and he
said his bill would be $4, 300, which
must have been pretty nearly the truth,
for such floral decorations as were seen
in the home of the Cohens, 232 Henry
street, in the little synagogue at 38
Henry street, and at the Lenox Lyceum,
where the supper and reception were,
would open the eyes of a good many
people who regard the East Side as the
abode of poverty.
Harry Cohen is the son of Abraham
Cohen, the “Bro.” in the firm of the
Original Harris Cohen & Bro., and Har-
ris Cohen is his uncle.
Eva Cohen, the bride, is the daughter
of Mrs. Sam Cohen, of 29 -Division
street, and until Uncle Harris came to
the rescue she didn’t have a cent 'in the
world.
Uncle Harris said that he would not
let his nephew marry a dowerless girl,
so he gave her $50, 000, so he says. Ab-
raham said his son should be preperly
started in life. 80,011 his own admis-
sion, he gave him $25,000 worth of fur-
niture for a house on Henry street, a
share in the business of the firm, and
$5,000 to spend on his honeymoon, and
besides all this he gave them as a wed-
ding present a grand piano, inlaid with
gold and motherof-pearl, which was
exhibited at the World’s Fair, and for
which he paid $5, 000.
And so under these blissful circum-
jstances the wedding was celebrated in
the Temple Shaa’rai Zedek 011 Henry
street. There were a thousand or more
people in the synagogue, and 5,000 in
the street. '
A Remarkable Water Shed.
On the summit of a hill in Central
Potter county, Penn., are four springs
”so near together that a person may car
ry water from one of them and drop
some of it into the other three.
In one of these springs the Allegheny
River has its source. Another is the
fountain headof the Genesee River. In
a third the Sinnemahoning branch of
the Susquehanna rises and flows west
and south to the main stream. The
fourth spring sends forth the Pine
.Creek branch of the Susquehanna,
which flows east and west of the main
stream.
Thus waters Starting on a northern
Pennsylvania hill, within a stone’s
throw of one another, separate at last
so widely that those from one spring
have their outlet in the Gulf of Mexico.
those from another mingle with the tide
in the Gulf of St. Lawrence,whfle those
from the other two unite again in the
Chesapeake Bay.
It is doubtful if there is another such
watershed on, this‘ continent as that
Pennsylvania upland.
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