HE IS JUST AWAY. ‘ "i"
I cannot say. and I will not say V ‘
That he is dead—rho is just away.
With a cheery smile and a wave of the hang
He has wandered into an unknown land.
And left us dreaming how very fair
It needs must be, since he lingers there.
And you-oh. you—who the wildest yearn
‘ From the old-time step and the glad return—-
Think of him as faring on, as dear
In the love of, there as the lava of here.
Mild and gentle as he was brave
When the sweetest love of his life he gave
To simpler things: Where the violets grew.
Pure as the eyes they were likened to.
The touches of his hand have stayed
As reverently as the lips have prayed:
When the little brown thrush that harshly
chirred v' ,
Was dear to him as the mocking bird: \
And he pitied as much as a man in pain
A writhing honeybee wet with rain. ' ,
Think of him still the same, I say: - ’” l
He is not dead—he is just away!
—.Iames Whitcomb Riley. in Philadelphia
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RIDING FOR A FALL.
' It was a perfect day for wheeling.
Even the slightest breeze that took the
curl out of their bangs, as they sat\on
the piazza of the O’Shun House, seemed
to invite Florence and her chaperoning
. aunt to ‘go for a spin. But that good
fellowship necessary to an enjoyable
trip did not exist, because Florence had
a well-founded suspicion that her dear
aunt had that morning intercepted a
letter from Fred ’Lumsden, and the
aunt was feeling that her wholly un-
prejudiced lecture On the evanescence
of misplaced love and the durability of
American dollars was not being proper-
ly appreciated. '
' It is probable that in spite of the glo-
rious weather nothing more exciting
than an ordinary family quarrel would
have happened, had it not been for the
effervescing energy of Fred, who ap-
peared on the scene in that unexpected--
way peculiar to true lovers.
“Good »morning, ladies I" he called,
with an effort .at boldness that only
made the blood mount to his cheeks.
“Beautiful day—er—isn’t it?”
“Beautiful! I‘m so glad to see you.”
said Florence, with an accent of sincer-
ity that was perhaps emphasized in or-
der to spite her aunt. .
“Perfectly charming,” said her aunt
in the twinkling tone that reminds one
of the chink of the ice in' a glass of
frappe tea.
“I did myself the honor to call on
you.” Fred explained, as he leaned his
wheel against the hotel steps and took a
chair near Florence, "because I am go-
ing West to morrow. I have secured a
position as civil engineer with a West-
ern railway company that is prcjecting
abranch line, and as I had a day to
spare I thought I’d come downaznd bid .“
you good- by.” _
“So kind of you, I am sure,” said the
dear aunt. I am so glad—for your
sake, Fred—that you have this position,
for I think a young man should begin
his life as soon after leaving college as
possible. I have no doubt that in a few
years you will be a railway magnate.”
She rattled on in ' this vein for a
couple of minutes, all the time
thinking:
“I mustn’t allow them to be alone to-
gether. I know what these partings
mean. He has come down to propose
to her, and she—the little hussy—will
accept him. If I lock her in her room
it will cause talk, and I can’t keep track
of them all day in these corridors. Oh,
what shall I do?”
When the light finally broke 'a prac-
ticed car could have detected a change
in her tone, as she exclaimed enthusi~
astically:
“Really, Fred, I am glad you have
come down, for I have been planning
for several days to take a party from
here to thg little casino they have at
Clam-Shell on—the-Sea, about fifteen
miles down the coast. We can spin
down there in a couple of hours, have
some refreshments, and then spin back
in time to catch your 'train for New
York.”
“They will be along with the other
young people,” she thought to herself,
“and will be kept moving so that they
can’t have a long chat. and, anyway,
if they can pedal and propose at the
same time,” she remarked to herself.
“they are a great deal cleverer than I
thin .” '
For the first mile the crowd was well
bunched and nothing happened. At
length Fred found himself at Florence’s
side. and managed to stammer:
“Don’t you feel you’d like to spin a
little faster?”
A glanc’e showed that she perfectly
understood, and a moment later? they
were quietly drawing away from the
art- .
idiot; “have we scorchers with us?
Well, I feel like doing a little scorching
myself.”
With that they all struck into a gait ,
that left the chaperone behind, but over-
hauled the runa'ways. That scheme
was undoubtedly a :ailure,
“Let us fall behind, then,” suggested
Fred. _
After a slight hesitation, for, she .did
" not wish everyone to see what her feel-
ings were, Florence slowed up, and soon
she and Fred were abreast of the dear,
.good aunt, who had noticed their ruse,
, and was following panting but trium-
phant. . '
“Really it is kind of you,” she panted. ' Wlf
“I am so glad you were thoughtful
enough to wait for me. I am willing to
.go along just as slowly as you please,
tor I love to look at the sbenery.”
Fred groaned and Florence bit her
lip. Now, some may wonder why they
did not strike down a side road- and
leave the party altogether, but it must »
be remembered that their lovemaking
, had not progressed ‘yet beyong the lan-
guage of the eyes, and of the hand-
clasp. , ‘ .
It was then that an idea occurred to
Fred that proved that he has engineer-
ing skill that will enable him to rise in
the world sum-o dav.
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ellol" eXclaimed , the inevitable .
“I'll tell you what let’s do,” he called
out. "Let’s”scOrch'from here to the ca-
sino, and have the last man who gets
there pay for the refreshment,’and let
the first lady to arrive be given a prize
of her own choosing.” ’ '
He had to all appearances gauged the
enthusiasm of the party‘1‘t0 ‘a' nicety,
and before the good chaperone could
protest effectively, all the young people
had gripped their handle bars and
leaned forward and commenced pedali-
ing for dear life. They drew away
from her rapidly. and were coasting
down a long decline before she had
time to even guess at the significance of
Fred’s scheme. ‘
Fred’s heart rose correspondingly as
he saw how his scheme was working.
He calculated that they were traveling
at about twice the rate of speed of the
chaperone, and that within half an hour
they would be far enough ahead for his
purpose.
Florence didn’t understand exactly
what his plan was, but she kept the
pace along with the foremost. She ap-
peared to advantage on the wheel, and,
as her color rose with the exertion, he
thought he had never seen a lovelier
sight. Her lithe, athletic figure seemed
to swim through the air with that pe-
culiar grace that the poets ascribe to the
gait of goddesses.
Uphill and down they went, without
abating their speed, until the cha perone
was probably three or fom' miles be-
hind. Presently they coasted dOwn a
hill into a little valley where the road
was wooded on both sides, and Fred
saw that the opportune moment had
come. Guiding his wheel until he was
near enough to Florence, he said: ’
“Wouldn’t you like to rest for a few
minutes?” -
She made no response, but kept right
on. _
“We have both lost the wagers, any-
how,” he argued. .2
Her only notice of his remarks was
a slight heightening of color.
much to say to you.”
' Her color increased.
"Miss Camden—Florence l”
“I mustn’t,” she half gasped, “I did
wrong to run away from aunt.”
“Well, wait for her, and I will wait,
too.”
“NO. I!
The truth was that Florence‘s maiden
'modesty was beginning to assert itself,
and she had been thinking that in at-
tempting to rush ahead with Fred, and
then to fall behind, she had been too
forward. Poor Fred! In his college
course he had been taught to deal with
the laws of nature, but not with the
whims of woman, and he was almost
nonplussed.
Already the others of the party were
passing over theorest of the hill, and
they were in danger of leaving the lit-
ntle valley withOut anything being ac.
‘complishfllfi But still Florence '-.kept
scorching along. Even despair adds to
the resourcefulness of some, and sud-
denlylthe lines of Fred’s face hardened,
and he raced past her up the hill.
When he had gauged the distance and
direction accurately, he turned and
waved his hand at her as if waving
“good-by,” * while his Wheel went di-
rectly toward a log that lay by the
roadside. A moment later he struck
and whirled through the air entangled
with his wheel, with his arms and: legs
flying like a windmill. He was picking
himself up as she passed. She wavered,
the wheels Wobbled as if she were go-
ing to alight, but she straitened up and
disappeared over the crest of the hill.
His despair .was complete. He didn’t
care if he had ruined his wheel, or shat-
tered his anatomy. His heart, how-
ever, was the only part of him that was
injured, and it was rapidly sinking out
of its normal position. He had certain-
ly been mistaken. She did not care for
him. . .
Without looking to see how much he
ly and outwardly, he sat down on the
log, buried his face in his hands, and
felt utterly miserable. He was begin-
ning to hate himself, Florence. her
aunt and the whole world, when sui-
denly he felt a light hand laid on his
shoulder.
“Oh; Fred, are you really hurt? I
[saw that you really intended to take
that tumble, but it was horrid of me to
go along without , asking if you were
hurt—when I knew you had done it for
my sake.”
The humor of taking a header for any
one’s sake did not appeal to either of
them just then.
“Are you hurt?"
It was his chance to sulk, and what
man can resist sulking when he has the
most charming girl in the world to
coax him into good humor?
“‘Speak to me. Fred. You are not
hurt, areyou? Oh, you must be—and-—
and—shall I get you some water from
the spring? Oh, do speak. Look up at
me 1”
' She, pulled his hands from his face,
- and, as he looked up. he saw that there
were tears in her eyes. Just then Flor-
ence gave a little scream. .
"Oh, Fred, there is auntie coming
over the hill!”
This was all, the tonic he needed.
Seizing her hands, he exclaimed hur-
riedly: -
“Florence, you know why I wanted
to be alone with you. I love you—have
loved you for months! . And now that I
am going away, I want to know if .there
is any hope for me.
‘1'!
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She looked down the road at the ap-
proaching Nemesis. .
“Will you be my” wlfe? ,1 know I
don’t deserve you, but Izwwill work; I
will work. Some day you may love me
a little.” ,
She blushed, then glanced at the fig-
ure coasting dewn the hill-
“Yes, Fred, yes! 0h, do let us hurry
away. Auntwill be here in a minute
or two.”
“Then you do love me?”
A moment‘later she was folded in his
arms. What the sun saw and the cha
perone suspected need not be described.
-—Truth. . ’ '
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“And there is something I want very .
had damaged himse.f, smarting inward- .
Will you be my,
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To ROW 10 EUROPE.
oAnmc SCHEME OF AN Ao‘sza’
TUROUS NEW YORK.PILOT.. ‘
Preparations For a Cruise Across
the Atlantic In a Row Boat Only
Eighteen, Feet Long By captain
George Harbo.
Preparations are now under way for
the most daring attempt that has ever
been made to cross the Atlantic in an
open boat. George Harbo. New York
pilot, fisherman and. seamen from his
earliest youth proposes torow from
New York to England, using an ordin-
by himself, and intended to show the
improvements which he claims maybe
made in lifeboate now in use.
N o sailing will be done upon this ex-
traordinary trip. He will pullout into
the Atlantic, with a companion about
the middle of June and from that on
they will simply row to Europe.
The two men will take turns in row-
ing the boat and Harbo estimates that
an average of four knots an hour, day
and night, can be made in this' way.
According to this they will make the
passage in from forty to fortysfive
days. 4* . _ .
It must not be supposed that this man
when he proposes to row across the At-
lantic and talks glibly about the pro-
ject, “is talking through his hat” about
something he knows nothing about. On
the contrary, the preparations he is now
making in the boat being built for him
by Seaman & Co., of Branchport, show
that he looks forward to encounter-
ing some extremely rough weather'on
this trip. '
The boat has been built with a stout
piece of oak running along the bottom
and separated from the keel. Harbo
when the boat is upset and when the
sea is too rough for them to right
her.
Each man in very rough weather is to
be lashed at the end of a long line, tied
about his waist, which will hold him to
the boat when he is swept overboard,
this, Harbo expects as a matter of
course. ‘ ‘
The boat which is being built for him
is eighteen feet long with a five foot
beam. She is clinker, built of cedar
with oak timbers and weighs 200 pounds.
drawing when light but three inches of
water. ,
She has the general appearance of a
double ended sea skiff. There is an air
tight compartment in either end of the
boat some twenty inches deep and three
feet six inches long. These two tanks
will make the boat unsinkable when
they are intact.
A canvas cover, under which the men
may sleep, will button over the forward
:end of the .boat. The men will carry
extra cars and a large pair of sweeps.
using the latter when they work to-
gether. . ,,
These, with the instruments, cooking
utensils, and other necessities, will take
up much of the spare room. The pro-
visions are to consist mostly of canned
goods and oatmeal. The latter will be
especially useful, as sea water may be
used in boiling it.
The canned goods will be selected so
as to resist the-great heat of a calm
mid-summer day on the ocean. Two
spirit compasses will be fixed in the bot-
tom of the boat.
Changes of clothing for the men will
be taken in a water tight case. Their
underwear is to be lined with silk so as
to avoid chaflin g.
Harbo is 32 years of age, and has
spent his life upon the see. He thinks
as a Seabright fisherman he has met as
rough weather as is to be encountered
on the Atlantic.
Bill Nye on the Best English J oke.
Years after Bret ‘ Harte‘s Truthful
James poem was written, Edgar W.
Nye commenced signing his articles
“Bill Nye.” Mr. Nye always considered
the best joke ever perpetrated by an
English newspaper was when the Lon-
don News came out with a serious edi-
torial saying that “Bill Nye” was a real
character. Then Mr.'Nye got out: his
scrap book and read this serious editorial
from the London news:
If ever celebrity were attained unex-
pectedly, most assuredly it was that
thrust upon Bill Nye. by Truthful James.
It is just possible, however. that the in-
numerable readers of Mr. Bret Harte’s
“Heathen Chinee” may have imagined
Bill Nye and Ah Sin to be purely my-
thical personages. So far as the former
is concerned, any such conclusion now
appears to have been enormous. Bill
Nye is ' no more a phantom than any
other journalist, although the name of
the organ which he “runs” savors more
of fiction that of fact.
‘ A Dog Mail Carrier.
He is a faithful,'cautious officer, the
hero of the East Sullivan, (Me) dog
story. Don, the dog postman, has beer.
taught to carry the mail daily across
the field to the home of G. E. Simpson,
a distance of"‘thr'é'e'-quarters of ’a mile,
where he makes known the arrival of
the mail by barking at the door, and,
though not a Government employe, ex-
acts his pay in the form of Something
to eat, and will bark till his demand is
granted. . One day" last week he carried
themail as usual, but, on arriving at
the house, could not gain admittance.
as Mr. and Mrs. Simpson were away.
and as it was about noon, he was anx~
ions to deliver the bundle of papers to
get his commission.
was a young man hauling wood ('2.
stranger to theidog), he would not give
up the ‘mail, but with a crestfailen
countenance brought. it backéto his mas-
ter. There are emptier heads than
Don’s—Bar Harbor Record. '
“YOu naughty'boys,” exclaimed the
mother of one of 'a‘ group of, noisy ju-
veniles. “What are you doing?”
“Playing.” - v , ,
“But I heard you calling names.” ,
“Yes’m. .We’re playing .We’re the
Senate. "’ ---Wa.shinzton Star-
ary rowboat, built after plans designed '
cooly says this is for the two seamen to~
Asthe only person about the place.
. health. Every nook
THE EVnninegoanTTE 1
She Bouses the magma is a' Vindictlve
' ’Enemy. 'L '
In a letter on afiairs. inrA‘byssfinia the ;
Rome correspondent of the Paris Figaro "
gives the description of King Menel'ek’s
helpmate: , . '
“Queen Taitou was 'spoken of recently
as wanting to lead her troops to the as-
sault of Makalle. 'Taitou’ means light,
or sunlight. She is descended from an
ancient and noble .. family, originally
from Samien. She is well formed,with‘
regular features, except for a little de-
fect of mouth, which she endeavors to
cenceal when she speaks. Her skin is a
clear brown. Her eyes are black. large
and expressive. Her feet are small, and
her hands are aristocratic, just as are
her manners in general.
She dresses in the Ethiopan fashion,
with a great deal‘of taste and elegance.
She wears on her neck, her wrists, and
around her ankles, ornaments of gold,
artistically worked. According to cir-
cumstances, the expression of her eye is
benevolent or scornful or fiendish. She
belongs to that class of woman with
whom it is well' to be on good terms.
Woe to him who becomes her enemy or
doesn’t knowhow to appreciate her pro-
tection. Even the King himself would
not risk the defense of a friend against
the resentment or vengeance of this
proud and stubborn woman.
Wearing all the outside appearance of
a weak and. submissive creature, she
knows how to impose her will, and when
she wishes toobtain anything, she works
for it with passion. She would spend
days, months, and even years, in the pur-
suit 'of her object, and she always gains
her point. She is thoroughly acquainted
with all the state secrets, and insists
upon knowing everything that the King
does and everything that he writes.
She gives counsel and dictates impor
tant letters.
The Queen’s pride and her mania for
meddling with everything have made
‘numerous enemies for her, and she
might be an object of pity if the king’ >
should die before her; because in that
event she would be in danger of being
stoned to death. She knows this very
well, and, as a precautionary measure.
she has accumulated much riches in the
country of Godjam, where she intends
to take refuge in case she becomes a
widow. ‘
THEY ARE HARD TO STOP.
Tremendous Momentum of the Great
Ocean Steamships.
The motion of a steamship on a calm
sea is so smooth and steady that one
hardly realizes the tremendous momen-
tum of the vessel under his feet, A
collision, even after the engines have
been slowed down, gives a startling
revelation of the energy of motion. The
time required to arrest the motion of a
ship and bring it to a standstill can be
accurately determined by calculations.
These calculations have been recently
made for several well' known ships.
To stop the Etruria, whose displace
ment is 9,680 tons, horse power 14,321, '
and‘speed 20.18 knots an hOur. two min-
utes, and forty-seven seconds are re-
quired, and during the process of stop-
ping the ship will forge ahead 2,*464 feet.
or nearly one-half a mile. The United
States cruiser Columbia. with a dis-
placement of 7,350 tons, 17,991 horse
power, and a speed of 22.8 knots, can be
stopped in tWO minutes and fifteen sec-
onds, and within a space of 2,147 feet.
Good Story of Thaddeus Stevens.
Congressman Brosius of Pennsylvania
tells this story of Thaddeus Stevens, ac-
cording to the Washington Post:
“Stevens was championing some bill
in Congress which aroused the opposi-
tion of the combined Southern members.
He made a. brilliant speech in favor of
it, and equally brilliant speeches were
made on the other side, and the upshot
of it was that Stevens was outvoted
after a very bitter and passionate parti-
san debate. _
Stevens was still ‘boiling with disap- '
pointment and bitterness when Tombs
.of Georgia, in a taunting way, .asked
him: .
“Well, Stevens, how do you feel over
your defeat?” 0
“Feel,” snapped back Stevens, “feel“:
I feel like the poor man at the rich
man’s gate, who was licked by the
dogs.” .
In a Prohibition Lana. .
“Yes,” admitted the wayfarer, “there
was lots of ague in that country. They
voted Prohibition, you know, and peo-
ple got in the way of shaking for the
drinks. ”
Nothing was heard for the space of
several minutes save a dull, booming
noise,which might have proceeded lrom
the explosion of a distant aerolite, or
from the impact of a bung starter upon
a devoted head—Detroit Tribune. -
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