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“That little bird b nqath its wing
Will hide its has. and sleep.
Abovo it heavens of stars will swing.
And blue abysses sweep.
'et will it fear not. God who made
The stars will watch the nest.”
This Luther once in trouble said.”
And found in God his rest. '
HOW THEY CHANGED
Her father and his» father had been
brothers-in-arms for twenty years and
chums since their school days.
“When Mary has done with her gov-
erness, and your boy has seen a couple
of ’ service, we will marry them,”
said Colonel Clive to General Ver-
rindmk. ‘ ' .
Their wishes‘were communicated 111
due course to the young people con-
‘And, humanity being by nature con-
tradictory, the inevitable result of all
this too palpable paternal planning and
maneuvering was that when they met
for the first time since early childhood
the young man and the girl at once con-
ceived a/ mutual aversion to each
other.
They called Frank Verrinder ‘ ‘Dandy”
inhisregiment, and she hated a fop.
She was a high-spirited, independent
damsel, who rods. and tramped the
rugged Cornish county about her home
in all weathers. _
She mentally accused him of efiemi-
naoy; he regarded her with languid dis-
fa, Q13 and suspected that she had a tem-
pe¥f The old men watched with dis-
may. the threatened collapse of their
whed scheme. .
6 morning Colonel Clive took the
girl to task for her conduct—the worst
course he could have chosen, probably,
for she was not a young lady to be
. coerced. She was waiting for her horse
to come round from the stables.
“Mary,” he said, “you pretend to care
forms a little bit, don’t you?”
“You dear old dad, what a question!”
She patted .him on, the arm with ,her
silver mounted riding whip. _
: "Then why don’t you show it,,.dear,
bybeing a little more civil to Frank?” *
“I am civil to him 1”
“Are you?” said the Colonel, with a
flickering smile. “I don’t like to con-
tradict a young lady, but I am under the
imprission that you were positively
rude to him last night." .
"He was irritating—very. I am sure
Iwas right; and, anyhow, he shouldn’t
have contradicted me flatly.” She
paused. “Was I rude?” she queried.
The Colonel nodded. .
She, threw a careless arm about him,
and leaned her head back against his
breast. ‘ -
“Dad, I’m afraid I’m a little beast,”
she remarked pensively, with her eyes
on the glow between the tears.
“Scarcely—er—a little beast, I think.
only a wee; bit thoughtlessr and willful '
c d. You should try and remember
he is‘our guest, and it is yourplace to
, make him welcome.”
“I’ll be nice to him, to make up for
‘I'ast night. I’ll ask him to forget
what I said and ride with me.”
Mary crossed the hall with the swift
gait ofa woman of perfect health and
proportions, and opened the library
door. In a big saddlebag armchair on
the hearthrug reclined Dandy, with a
cigarette between his lips and unutter-
able boredom in his face.
“Going out, Miss Clive?” he queried,
throwing away the cigarette and rising
to his feet.
“I’ve come to tell you,” she said with
a gulp, “that I’m alraid I was rather
rude last night, and to say that I’m
sorry.”
. “Oh, pray don’t ‘ mention it, Miss
Clive. It’s so wholly unnecessary.”
They. looked at each other.
“I am going for a ride,” she said,
jerkily.
“So I concluded from your dress. Is
it wise? It’ll rain in half an hour; you
will’be caught.”
“I thought-er—you would care. to
accompany me?” '
She spoke almost nervously.
“I think not; th—a—nks,” he respond-
ed. “I hate getting wet for nothing,
you know; it seems foolish.”
She had made an advance to him, and
he had rejected it. The light of battle
shone in her eyes.
, “One would think that you were a
plea of sugar that would melt,” she
cried. “I wonder what you would do if
there were a war and your regiment
" were ordered to the front. I believe
you would exchange.”
“Do you?” he said, placidly.
“Yes,” she panted. “And if I were a
man and any one as good as called me a
coward, I would never speak to them
again.” ‘
“ ‘Any one’ and ‘she’ or ‘he,’ not them
—-it isn’t grammar,” be corrected, gent-
ly. “I shouldn’t go too far if I. were
you; I’m sure we’re going to have a
storm.” .
' She so far permitted herself to forget
her manners as to slam the door. ’
“Mary, will you marry me?”
/ "N0, thanks.” ,
He had asked not to share his life in
the same tone as he would have asked
her for a waltz. _
It was a couple of weeks later, and the
following day his leave would expire.
“I hope,” he said slowly, “you don’t
think I was impertinent or dense enough
to assume for an instant that your an-
swer would be different. The governor
wished me to propose to you, and the
dear old chap’s been so good to me all
my life that I should be an ungratelul
bad if I had refused to obey him.”
“Y on needn’t apologize,”
was, with scorn. “Believe me, I
labored under no delusion respecting
goureason. It must be a great relief
to you to have it safely over, as it is
to me.” , ~ .
Perhaps it was because she was so
relieved that she wept so stormily in
her room as she dressed for one of her
om cross-country tramps. Wo-
menare com lex creatures.
Dandy’s” ' V304, too, was somewhat
she re '
Hey—"sighed as the
and strolled
lncomp‘rgeh‘enslble.
door' closed behind her,
. ter‘s Serenade” out of tea
The serenade Came to
mal minor as the general “4.41%th
entered, eager to hear flie- tilt idle
tete—a-tete. Dandy was as. %y as flint,
and vouchsaf'edno inior i021. g. m
rang the bell. . g -.
“Would you mind tellin ‘Rob'ei'ts,
when he comes up, that I ' ant Faust
saddled, sir?” he said to Colonel Clive.
“I'll go and dress.” _
General Verrinder looked at Colonel
Clive; Colonel Clive looked at Gen a1
Verrinder. They sighed si ultaneo y.
“Rejected!” groaned ale General.
“She wouldn’t have my boy l” ‘
“I did my best, old chum,” said the
Colonel, with tears in his eyes.
“Dandy’s a trump, and I told her so,
but when a mettlesome filly gets the bit
between her teeth”— »
The General took up the parable :—
“There’s nothing to a done 1” .
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Dandy, generally too m‘etest R
pered of men, was in M Humor. I
slashed Faust in a manner which as-
tonished that high spirited animal, and
sent him along in fine style, which
would have raised him several inches
in the estimation of Miss Mary Clive
had she been there to see. ’
He galloped ”some miles, and then
turned to the coast and travelled home-
ward at a slower pace along the clifls.
Presently he came to a cleft in the
clifls, which.ran inward from the sea,
and barred his further progress in that
direction.
The jump was too ugly, for a man in
his senses to attempt. He forthwith
proceeded tosskirt it.
On a sudden he pulled Faust up with
an abruptness, which sent him onto his
hind legs, for a woman’s shriek had
pierced the air.
Across the gap, a few hundred yards
away, in a hollow previously hidden
from his view, he saw Mary menacing
a rough looking man in sailor’s dress,
with the walking stick which always
accompanied her upon her solitary ram-
bles.
But she was only a girl, and before
Dandy had time to fully grasp the situ-
ation, the stick was flying from her
hand, and she was completely at the
mercy of her persecutor.
The blood flew to Dandy’s face.
“Don’t be frightened, Mary,” he
shouted, “I’m coming to you!”
It was a terrible jump, and in case
of failure a horrible death awaited both
horse and rider on the rocks overa hun-
dred feet below. '
She looked up and saw him for the
first time. At the same instant she
recognized the danger of what he was
about to do, and her“ face went whiter,
if possible, than before. \
“For God‘s sake, stay where you;
are,” she shrieked; “you’ll kill your-
self!”
And then—she shut her eyes and
prayed as she had never prayed in her
life, for the man she 'had called eifemino
ate had dug his spurs into the horse’s
sides, and Faust had sprung like an ar-
row from a bow at the yawning gulf
between them.“
The agonyof a moot seemed concen-
trated in the moment of suspense that
followed. A heavy thud on the turf
told her he was safe, and for oncein
her life she must have fainted, for when
she opened her eyes again her late as-
sailant was hobbling ,lamely awayin
the distance, and Dandy was on his
knees beside her with the splintered
fragment of a riding whip in his hand,
and his lips so close to hers that she al-
most fancied that it was their touch
which had awakened her.
“Thank God!” he said, in a .voice
that trembled with emotion, “I—you
frightened me awfully!”
"Not so much as you frightened me,”
she murmured. "You risked your life
for my sake. 0, it was terrible, terri-
ble! It made me ill I”
“Did you faint because you feared
for my safety?”
The blue eyes gazed into the brown
ones, the brown ones drooped.
“Mary, I- believe we’ve both been
playing fast and loose with our happi-
ness through idiotic pride. Iknow I’ve
taken pains to appear more of an use
than nature intended. I was a brute
to propose to you like that; I could
have bitten my tongue out all the
while.”
"And I cried afterward,” ,she said
“because I thought you didn’t care.”
Just six weeks later they took,each
other “for better, for worse.”—An<
swers. ’
Contention About Longfellow’s Niece.
' That Longfellow’s 14-year old grand
niece should be pretty and take all the
prizes at school at Woodside, L. 1., was
bad. When Father Gannon proved she
could sing by placing her in St. Sebas-
tian’s chow, things grew worse. But
how could people saythey disliked her
for these tricks? But she gave them
the petard to hoist her by when she did
a dance for the benefit of the church
and kicked her tamborine twice. She
"didn’t go to do it, but the music was
so lovely and she forgot.” And now
there are two factions in St. Sebastian’s
Catholic congregation, and all an ac-
count of a girl and a song. Bit those-
two conditions have worked woe oe-
fore l—Philadelphia Press.
A Story for Marines.
, Gallais, the man who started to wheel
his wife around the world in a wheel-
barrow} last summer has ' retugned to
Paris with a story that they were at-
tacked by wolves in a forest of Croatia,-
and his wife was so badly hurt that she
died soon after at Belgrade. He is"
ready to start again, however.
In the NewYear’s procession at Kon-
isberg in 1558a bologna sausage exhib
ited by the butchermen was 622 feet in
length, and was carried on the shoulders
of 67 men and boys. »
in the same city in the year 1583 was
over 1,600 feet in length, and weighed
433 pounds. v. -. ',
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about , the room, whistlng “The 003-
JTetd in a an;
The one exhibited .
, itut’f.”—-London Tid-Bits.
, HOLMAN LOCOMOTIYE TRUCK."
In n'l‘rial the New Engine Easily Ran
Away from an Ordinary Locomotive.
” An Explanation of the Appliance that
Gains 7.7 Feet at Each Revolution. H
' The trial of the Holman locomotive
speeding truck on the South Jersey
railroad, near Cape May, was appar-
ently successful so far as the question
of the attainment of high Speed was
concerned; but the general conditions
of the test as regards track,‘distance
run, and data as to the economy of the
new device were such that the test can
hardly be said. to have been satisfac-
tory on the whole. The engine left the
Cape May station, pulling two ordi-
nary passenger coaches filled with peo-
ple. An express train on the West
Jersey railroad left the Cape May sta-
tion atrthe same time. The two roads
running parallel and close together for
several miles, advantage was taken
for an opportunity for a race. Each
train rapidly increased its-speed as the
two came near each other and approxi—
mately side by side. But the race did
not last very long, asthc Holman en-
gine quickly distanced the ordinary]
locomotive.
THE HOLMAN TRUCK.
The Holman engine made the run to
Cape May Court House station in
eleven minutes, including the time con-
sumed in starting and stopping. The
distance is 11 1-8 miles, so that the
average speed wasr sixty and ,two-
‘thirds miles an hour, a small fraction
better than a mile a minute. The
speed indicator attached to the engine
touched at one time the 90-mile mark,
and for a good part of the distance if
hovered around the 70-mile mark. Or-
ders had been given by the chief engi-
neer, who was on the engine, to slow
up at all curves. In the eleven-mile
run there were three curves and one
railroad crossing, so that it was im-
possible to make a thoroughly satis
factory speed test. The South Jersey
roadbed also is not of the best, beng
equipped with onlyfifty- six pound rails. '
The Holman speed device is a truck
on which an ordinary locomotive is
superimposed. The locomotive used
in this test was a common 54-ton Bald-
win locomotive. It was placed on the
Holman friction truck in such a way
that each locomotive driving wheel,
sixty inches in diameter, rested upon
two wheels, which rested upon the
rails. The wheels between the drivers
and, the 'wheels, on the rails are eaten
191-2 inches in diameter, and the
wheels on the rails are each 18 inches
in diameter. There is a flange on the
middle wheels which makes them 24-
inches in diameter across the flange.
The drive wheels bear directly upon
the middle wheels. The flanges of the
middle wheels bear directly upon the
rails at their flanges. The effect of this
arrangement of the flanges is to form
natural pockets, in which all wheels
above the track wheels run, so that it
come displaced. Each of the locomotive
drivers, therefore, is supporte by a
combination of five wheels, t 9 four
drivers being'supported upon twenty
wheels, twelve of which rest upon the
track. '
If there is no slip, one revolution of
the 60-inch driver will cause the two
of the middle wheel sends the track
191-2-inch middle wheels under it to
revolve three times. *' Each revolution
wheel under it one and two-fifths times
around. Each revolution of the driver
therefore causes the track wheels to
revolve four and one-fifth times, and
as the track wheels are 24 inches in
diameter on the flange which runs on
the track, each revolution of the 60-
feet ahead, whereas if the drivers rest-
ed- directly on the rails, as in the oral.
nary locomotive, the distance would be
but .15.? feet. The Holman friction
truck therefore gains 7.7 feet for every
revolution of the driver.
_ ‘ \Vorthy of {is Name.
A facetious lawyer had under cross-
examination a simple looking youth
who rej‘oiced in the name of Samson,
and resolved to raise a laugh at his ex-
pense.‘ “And so,” questioned the legal
light, “you wish the court to believe
thatz‘you are a peaceably disposed and
inoffensive kind of person?” “Yes.”
“And that you have no desire to fol.
low in the stepsof your illustrious
namesake and smite the Philistines?”
“No, I’ve not,” answered the witness.
“And if I had the desire I ain’t got
the power at present.” “Then yen
think you would be unable to cope
successfully with a thousand enemies
and utterly rout them with the jaw-
bone"’of an ass?” “Well,” answered
the ruffled Samson, “I'might have a
try when you have done with the
weapon.” . .
No Old Stufl‘ for Her. .
old lady,~trembling with indignation.
“I just stepped in a minute at the
vicar’s to, tell ’em as how you were not
gettin’. any better, and‘the vicar’s wife
bring you a bottle cf Wine.” ' .
“Did you bring it?” asked the sic
man, eagerly. '
layln’ down in her cellar ever since
just walked off without saying a word.
I am. sure we didn’t want her old
sun...l-L..'-.LJ_.L1'
90 MILES DAN HOUR.
THIS SPEED Ls OBTAINED ev‘ THE”
is impossible for any of them to be- -
' so? So BADLY'WIND‘ED,
Au Ambitious Whoelinan Becomes, Aware
I _ of His Error. . "
faults, and at present the price is un-
satisfactory; but I had sport enough
with mine the first afternoon Iltook the
road to balance the acc'ount.
It was the first one seen in that part
of the country, and as the young fel-
lows call it “the lazy man’s wheel,” I
told none of them about my purchase.
Next day, in the afternoon, I filled the
little tank with oil, lighted the "igni-
tion lamp,” and set off at about4 o’clock
for a trial trip. ’ -
‘On that hot summer evening there
was a certain indolent pleasure and
the little kerosene engine to furnish the
motive power, while I steered. The
contrivance worked fairly well. Of
course there was a little odor, but not
more than comes from-a kerosene lan-
tern; and it did not puff loud enough to
frighten horses.
After about ten miles, southbound, I
made a call on an acquaintance, and
then rode back. It had grown quite
dark along the unlighted country high-
way when I drewnear the village where
I live, but as I was-in no haste, I shut
the oil off to about the least degree of
speed possible, and was jogging slowly
forward, when toot, "toot, toot went a-
mellow little bugle behind, and a fellow
bicyclist trundled up abreast of me on
the other side of the road.
It was too dark for me to recognize
him, even if he had been an acquaint-
ance and not an entire stranger. He.
said “Good evening,” and passed me
rapidly, for he was evidently a “scorch-
er,” who liked to show speed.
“Good evening,” I replied, and let
on a little more oil; for no one enjoys
being left behind in a 'summary man-
ner. My new machine quickened, and
I hung on his quarter. ~ ‘
Observing this, he ' also quickened,
and I let on a little more oil, keeping
close in his rear.
My machine now puffed audibly, and
Iwas aware that my fellow traveler
turned his head in an effort to scrutin-
ize me more closely. It was quite dark,
however, and apparently he concluded
that I was doing the pufiing and exert-
ing myself injudiciously to race him;
“Your wind seems a little sprung,
my friend,” he remarked pleasantly.
"I do have the phthisic slightly, in
hayfcver time,” I replied, moving up
abreast of him, and even passing him a
little.
Thercupon he put up his re cing hump:
be outdone in good form, I put up a
bump, too, and also opened up the feed
pipe of my kerosene works.
In consequence I appeared to 'puff
terribly; but by this time the other fel-
low was doing a good deal of puffing
himself,’ for we had come to a long
stretch of ascending ground where the
road was decidedly heavy. _
‘I maintained my hump and went up
the hill- in great shape; and I will do
my rival the justice to say that he fol-
lowed my lead in good style. His pride
was evidently touched, and he was ex-
erting himself to the utmost.
I led him by an easy twenty yards,
however, and I knew that he must be
suffering. Human muscle cannot com~
pete properly, on a long, hard hill, with‘
steam or kerosene. He stuck to the
race pluckily, however, thinking that a
"wind-sprung man, must needs collapse
ere long, or else, perhaps, that he could
yet come in on the down-hill stretch
beyond.
The village lay on the other side of
the hill, and, emerging from the shad-
ow's of a. pine grove, we passed the
cemetery and glided swiftly into the
main street, under the, bright glare of
an are light. I now slowed, suddenly.
preparatory to turning into the cross
street where I live, and my friend of the
uphill race glided alongside.
“For a hay fever man you are a good
~-—” he began to say, but stopped short;
for now for the first time he got a good
view of my wheel, and saw that myfcel
were on the rests: Then many impctu
ous (words. low but emphatic, burst
from his lips.
“Yes, hay fever is very disagreeable
but is not dangerous to life,” I said.
. . “Good ni ht.”
inch driver sends. the locomotive 26.4 ‘9 g
The muttered reSponses of my new
road acquaintance I will not repeat.
Too Good. .
Boggy—Sweet Arline, will you be
mine? .
.‘ Sweet Arline—Before I answer your
question let me askyou one. Do you
swear when you lose your collar
button? ,
Boggy—Revert
Sweet Arline—Then it cannot be; I
cannot marry a man who has no spirit.
—Town Topics. ,
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Made and. Merit Maintains the confidence
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Mad e
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