'11s the w eb lacked several ya1ds of be—
“mm“ 1“" f_~ ’7 _, _____ _._‘__ _1__.________*
MUCH IN LITTLE.
It’s curious,1vhut asight 0’ good a little thing
» will do;
How ye kin stop the fiercest storm when it
begins ter brew,
An’ take the sting from what commenced
te1 1ankle when ’twas spoke;
By keepin’ still and treatin’ it as if it wus a.
j.oke
Ye‘ll Jfind that ye kin fill a. place with smiles
instead 0’ tears,
An’ keep the sunshine gleamin’ thiough the
shadows of the years
By jes laughin’.
Folks sometimes fail to note the possibilities
that lie
In the way yer mouth is curvin‘ an? the
twinkle in yer eye:
It ain’t so much whut’s said that hurts ez
whut ye thinks lies hid;
It ain’t so much the doin’ 02 the way a thing
is did.
An’ many a. home’s kep happy an’
day by day
An’ like as not a. kingdom hez been rescued
f1 om decay
By jes laughin’.
—W ashington Star.
HASTE,
contended
,NOT SPEED.
I’d been a widow four years before
I even thought of a successor to poor
Jackson, and a father for my only
daughter, Louvina. I might have gone
on much longer without thinking of it
if Joel Smitherson, agent for a nurs-
ery firm up North, hadn’t: come our
way, selling fruit trees, berry bushes
, and grape-vines.
He was the prettiest man I ever saw
in my life. And he had such a way of
agreeing to all I said that I thought
he had more sense and better judgment
than any of my former acquaintances.
So I always made him welcome and
' brought out the sweetest cider, with
bread 01' cakes, to make him stay as
long as I could. He didn’t go on about
the mountains and cliffs as other stran-
gers did; like me he was thankful for,
the valley, and used often to wish he
could level the hills, and when on Sun-
day he Went with me to meeting, rhile
Lou walked beside us dressed like a
doll, he agreed with me that no pret-
tier little girl walked the sands of
Poor Valley. ‘ '
As fair time was near at hand, Mr.
Smitherson decided to stay in the
neighborhood to attend it. To make it
more entertaining I concluded to finish
a nice web of jeans I had in the 100111
and offer it: for a premium. I usually
took something; last year it had been
a cake of home-made soap; but now
I aspired higher, and as no woman in
the country could beat me on jeans, I
felt pretty certain of gaining a pre-
mium.
T1101 11111' Wu 5 to 0111 1n on Tues day. and
ing done, and I had a good deal to do
beside, I told Lou she might finish it
and have the premium if it took one.
She was only SlXiw'l]. and had never
done much weaving. but I thought if
she did make a few slips in the warp
or filling, that end might be folded in
the other and not be noticed. For, in ad-
dition to all I had to do, Mr. Smither-
son now callc 11 every morning, and the
pleasme I took in his company 01er-
balance-d eVeiyth 11-; else. ,
But 0101.1 aside. of this I could not .
have refused to see the man. for he
seemed to have something on his mind
which was hard to get off. I felt sorry .
for him. and wished I could be faster
and help him speak his sentiments;
but I couldn’t change my nature, and
as it wasn‘t leap year, our long talks
and walks never amounted to more
than friendly expressions set off with
sighs and fervent hand-shakes. He
was very modest, and never told me
how pretty I was, but I could see his
admiration in each glance of his eyes.
He often asked me how the cloth was
getting on, and seemed real glad when
one day I told him it would be done
in an hour or t": o. ‘
"I‘ll have a look at it," he said, as
he told me good-by and turned from
the porch toward the old loom house.
1 would have gone with him, but at
the 11101111:nt my nearest neighbor, the
widow Farmer. stepped in to see about
getting :1. seat in our wagon to go next
day to the fair.
"All rial-t
Malicoat girls
and 11112111 ll be
'you."
"Ain‘t you 11
year?" she asked.
."Of 1.10111'Se." answered. “But me
and Mr. Smitherson intend to travel
on horseback." '
Looking sly at me she sai1.—~
."Yi'cll, Lizzy, I never would ’a
thought it!”
"T1101 ght what?”
“’ ‘hat you‘d 111arry ag’in."
“ll'ho said anything about marry-
ing?" I asked, my face burning.
“011, nobody. to be sho’, but the
signs p’int that way! ll'ell, I hope
he‘ll make you as good a man as the
othei one you in? t was."
i silently echoed the wish and she
it). t.
Next morning the ox wagon full of
girls. with .2iss Par um and my web
of jeans together with a big basket
full of bread, cakes, pies and cider.
rolled off down the valley at, an early
hour.
’1'. Smitherson came early too, but
there was no need to hurry, as we 011
horses could he in ample time.
As we rode down the valley, with the
bright October sun lighting it up splen-
did, I thought the grass had never
looked so fresh and green before,
while on either side of us the timber
on the mountains looked like great
Webs of pretty calico. And glancing at
my companion, elegant in his best Sun-
day suit, and looking, like Hercules, so
pretty and proud, I wished for no‘ hap-
pier lot than to t1avel the rest of life’s
journey by his side. '
But I thought he was not as lively as
common, .and that his eyes had a
weary look as he avoided my gaze and
looked at a peak ,on the distant moun-
tain. All at once the suspicion darted
I said. “Lou and the
will be in the wagon.
:1 chair to spare for
goin’ yourself this
through my mind that he might have
auwife. and. family somewhere in the -s
' 11011111 it. be?
1
world, "and may be this was what
troubled him. But a glance into the
true blue eyes put the unjust suspicion
to flight. Sad and common quiet he
was, but he was no impostor, of this
I felt certain. No, he only wanted to
tell me of his love and ask me to1be
his wife, and not knowing how I felt
toward him he was afraid. I must en-
courage him, and to this end I present.
1y said,—
“Wouldn‘t it be a blessing to always
have fall?"
I thought he’d say “Yes, though any
season would suit me with you al-
ways by my side.” But he'didn’t seem
to catch 011, for with a sad smile he
only said he preferred spring. And this
so upset me that I gave up'trying to
help him; he must work out his own
will in his own way. And if his heart
broke through his own awkwardness,
I couldn’t charge my conscience with
it.
We rode into the fair grounds just
behind the wagon. After assisting me
to ’light, Mr. Smitherson turned to help
Mis’ Farmer and the girls from the
vehicle. And Mis’ Farmer, turning to
111e, said we might as well go in, it
would take him so long to put up the
stock. So we went into the first house
we came to, which happened to be the
Floral Hall, we found more pretty
things than you could shake a stick at.
I stopped to look at Flora in a field of
flowers encased in glass, and I stood
there so long that Mis’ Farmer and the
girls left me, and went on looking at
first one pretty thing, then another. I
was glad they were gone, and set
down 011 a velvety lounge to wait for
Mr. Smitherson.
Just before where I sat was a small
house, complete, with windows, 001's
and everything like a fine mansion,
only it wasn’t larger than a parlor. It
was neatly painted and finished inside
and out, and was furnished .with the
prettiest little chairs, table, settee, car-
pet and curtains, while the broken
bricks on the mantel was painted and
fixed up as if they’d been brought
from some holy land. The house had
been built by the wife of a master car-
penter, and I-think it ought to be. kept
forever to prove that a woman is the
equal of any man—in point of work
and good judgment, I mean. In every-
thing else she is already acknowledged
to be his superior.
1 determined to wait there for Mr.
Smitherson, and when he came I
would show him into the little house,
and if he wanted to propose, why, he'd
never find a better place. But I
waited and waited till I got uneasy.
What if he had taken both the horses
and made off? At the thought, great
drops of cold sweat started 011 my
forehead; but I soon shook eff my fear
by reflecting that he might have had
considerable difficulty in obtaining
stalls for the horses and oxen.
Just as I reached this conclusion I
saw him enter the hall door. My’hcart
fluttered at the sight of his tall figure
and beaming face, for it was beaming
now as he laughed and talked to some
one at his side—some one with a lot of
laces and red ribbons on her hat. Who
[111,1 saw now; it was
little Lou, and I was glad to have
1111111 so friendly. It was 1ight that
she should be (1111 to her future step-
father, and th..t he should love. her as
I did.
only
Coming into the hall they first en-l.
terrd the little cot, with loud exclama-
tions on its beauty and completeness.
I made a movement to rise. and join
them when he, leading Lou to the set-
i111, drew her to a place beside him as
he said in a low tone, —
“.‘.lv daril ng is ti rcdl’
She blushed like a 111.0. and 110.1211:-
ing her hand, said something so low
that I could not understand; but I
felt my heart sink like indigestion as I
thought this was fatherly kindness
01111101111 Presently he asked, —
"“11 mt docs vo'ui mothei say ‘7 Have
you told her yet?”
"No, she replied with a troubled
look. “I tried, but I couldn't do it.“
lie smiled. ‘
‘1'111 been endeavoring for a week
past to tell her. But I can’t. So I
gm cs 1 ll have to. wiite the new 5 to her
“11:111. 1 go away.
>11 11 ill not stay long?’ said Lou,
11 ith a troubh d look
“No, darling. I’ll be back in a week,
never to leave you again.”
My jeans took the premium,1wh ich
I1 11. stoutly refused to claim, saying it
belonged to me.
The grass and things didn’t look so
bright to me as we went home, but I
was thankful it wasn’t leap year, as in
that case 1 1:1injht have betrayed my-
self past. concealment. ‘Since then I’ve
decided l'm 111:) old to have beaus.
Accumpisliments of Royalty.
it would be hard to find a present-
for that matter—who has not an artis-
tic 01' an intellectual fad. Some of the
spare time the German Emperor
snatches from his multifarious duties
of State he devotes to painting, the
Queen of Romania (“Carmen Sylva”)
is a devoted student of literature; the
Pope is a fine Latin poet; and King
Oscar of Sweden is a landscape paint-
cr. Queen Victoria is an excelcnl lin-
guist. and at State concerts it is not un-
usual for Her- Majesty to speak alter-
nately to several foreign artists, each
in his native tongue; the Duke of
Saxo-Coburg-Gotha is a devoted violin-
ist; ..nd the Princess of Wales and the
Do11aver-Emp1es1of Russia are both
b1illiant pianists. -’l‘id- Bits.
Light on a Dark Subject.
Mrs. Wipcdunks—Jenkinson, here’s
an item in the'paper about some town
adopting a curfew ordinance. What
does curfew mean?
01d Wipedunks—It means that
there’s got. to be fewer curs. It's a
sort of dog law. Don‘t bother me any
'1nore. Can’t you see I’m reading my-
eif?”-C-hicago Tribune.
Till
NOW is he TIM
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U. SJI’ENITEN’I‘I'ARY.
like Do Courcys “Tore Allowed to Stand,
THE WARDEN’S KINDNESS AND THE
GOOD RESULT OBTAINED.
It is Located at Fort Leavenworth, and is
the Pioneer of Other Government Civil
Prisons “111011 “'11! Grow Up Over the
Country in Due Course of Time.
The penitentiary is located at Fort
Leavenworth, Kan, and is the pioneer
of other Government civil prisons
which will grow up all over'the coun-
try in dv 9 course of time. I -
How many people a the United
States are aware that there is one
United States penitentiary in all of the
United States?
At Fort Leavenworth is the only
prison which is a United States pgni-
tentiary. '
The prison force consists of the war;
den, assisted by a staff of seven of-
ficials and fifty guards, and is con-
ducted on a strictly non-partisan basis,
though \Varden French is a Democrat.
Warden French disciplines by kind-
ness and firmness. Guards or- officials
are not permitted to stiike a prisoner
except in defence of themselves or
others, neither are they 1_zermitted to
use profane or abusive language.
The majority of the prisoners are be-
tween the ages of 16 and 30, and three
fourths of the convictions are for lar-
ceny, counterfeiting, violation of reve-
nue laws, and assault. 1-11 most all
callings are represented, there being
two editors, five printers, three preach-
ers, two bartenders, one doctor. four
lawyers, and 343 farmers, this last be-
ing a most comprehensive term in a
section which is 111‘ 11el'y out of doors.
As an evidence of the good that is
in these men, \Varden French told a
number of stories," one of ..which is the
following:.
"I was sitting in my oflice when an
elderly woman. accom :anicd by a
y oungcr, came in, and the older 11 oman
asked if they could see any of the pris-
oners, I told her they could if they
were relatives, and she told me her
boy was there, and the lusband and
brotl1er-in~law of the other 1101111111
also. They said they had come from
Muscogcc, I. T., and that they had
driven the entire distance of 501) miles
11 a buckboard 'ith two horses and a
dog. She pointed out of the window
and I looked and saw the outfit an-
chored just across the road. I sent
for the three men, and went with the
two women to meet them in the 1'00111
for receiving, and 111110 the. poor old
mother broke down on her boy’s neck
and C1 1011, the boy, a young fellow of
eighteen, braci mg up quite manfully
and not showing a tear. I told her not
to cry so, but to cheer up the others,
for the boy was a good boy, and would
soon get out and be all right. After a
while she was chatting 11'ay cheerily,
and even got so interested that the boy
moved over where he could see out
of the sallyport across the road where
the turnout was. He nodded over that
way, and said to me, “That‘s my dog
over there, sir. I'd like to see him a
minute.” It was so wistfully spoken
and it seemed such a small favor that
I let him step out to see the dog. He
stood by me and gave a little short
whistle, and the dog looked up quickly
as if 1'1 .membering something.
whistled again, and the dog got up
and began to show signs of excitement.
Then he called him by name, and on
the instant the dog gave a cry of joy
and came to the boy with a rush and
flung himsc If all over his master. The
boy couldl :eep a stiff upper lip when
his 1n01h1r wept over him, but he
couldn‘t stand the dog’s joy, and he
broke down and 11111111 like a baby, the
meantime hugginc the dog and kissmg
him as if he were a. human being.
Then he had finally quieted down he
said the horses were his, too, and he
would like to step over and see them,
and I let him go. The horses knew his
voice and whinnied when he spoke. and
he rubbed their noses and laid his face
down on their necks and wept some
more. But it was doing him good and
I never interfered, but let him have it
out. lie ame ba 11; at last to go in
where his mother and the othc1s were ,
and I could see it was a great effort
for him to leave the dog, so I told him
to take it along in and makca family
1arting with the dog and all of them,
and enjoy himself. all he could while
he had the chance. He did it; with
many thanks, and when the party
broke up at last it seemed to me al-
most as if we had ha1 a revival of re-
ligion, and the effect of it on that boy
I am sure will never be effaced if he
lives to be 11 thousand.”—.\'ew York
Sun.
Funeral (ustoms in Greece.
Many funeral customs in Greece are
unique. The body of an unmarried
girl is always dressed as a bride, the
common saying being, “She is married
to death.” The body of a boy is al<
ways dressed as a sailor. Women never
accompany funerals to church or to
the graves. Processions are always
on foot, the priest leading, accompan-
ied by acolyte-s bearing the cross and
lanterns. , The body of the deceased is
invariably exposed to view, and at the
close of the service in the church,
which concludes with the words “Take
the last kiss,” both friends and
strangers press about the body and
give this token of farewell.
Efficacy of a Felt Eat.
It is not generally known that when
a person falls into the _'1'vate1 a. com-
mon felt hat may be made. 11.11- of as a
life- p1eser1er, and by plac'. n;_,' the hat
upon the water, rim down, with the
arm r0 ound it. pressing it slightly to the
breast, it will bear a man up for.homs.
.‘.-.-
’ Fixed.
Goshing—Why do you call her of a
certain age?
Barker—Because she never changes
it._Trnth.
IIe.
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_A PaiwLEGE GRANTED.
' Before Roy alty With Their Hats 01:. -
It is the privilegeof the gran‘dees of "
Spain to stand in the presence'of their .-
sovereign with their hats on. A‘siml‘
lar privilege, says a contemporary, is
hereditary in but one family in Eng—
and—the De Courcys, Earls of Kin}
sale. six hundred years ago Philip
of France summoned King John to
answer for the murder of Prince
Arthur, or abide the trial by combat.
John did neither; but, to 'save further
trouble, induced a brave'soldier named
De Courcy to act as his champion.
When the adversaries met, however,
the French knight was so alarmed at
the gigantic proportions of his oppon—
ent that he declined the combat, there-
by losing his honor. As a proof of his
quality, De Courcy placed his helmet‘
on a post, and drove his sword
through both so hardthat none but
himself could draw it out. “Never un-
veil thy bonnet, man, again before
King or subject,” said John, who was
present “But tell us why thou look-
edst so fiercely round ere thOu didst
deal thy dainty stroke!” “Because, had
I failed, I intehded to slay all who had
dared to mock me.” “By the mass,”
said John, “thou art a pleasant com—
pa-nion; . and therewith Heaven keep
thee in good beavers!” For genera—
tions the De Courcys asserted their
privilege by wearing their hat for a
few minutes in'the presence of their
respective sovereigns, and then taking
it off like other men. But, at :1 Draw-
ing-Room in the reign of Ge01ge 111.,
t 10 head of the family, W1 ith more pride
than courtesy, continued to keep on
his hat the whole time he was in “the
presence.” The King at last lost pa-
tience, and convulsed the entire Court
by remarking, “That gentleman has a
right to be covered before me; but
even King John could give him no
right to be covered before ladies.”
PADEREWSKI AND THE BOYS.
He Gave Thoma. Lesson of How “ Paddy ”
Could Play the Piano.
During the last Norwich Festival, a
well-known architect took Paderewski
over the cathedral, with which he was
greatly impressed, so much so that
next day he resolved to go there alone,
and make himself further" acquainted
with its beauties. He managed to
lose his way, however, in the Catho-
dral Close, and, happening to pass
what looked like a school-room, from
which sounds of music were issuing
he stopped and went in to inquire his
way. A few small choir boys were
there alone, waiting for the rest to as-
semble for practice, grouped around
one of their number who was seated at
the piano. It must be explained that
several of the cathedral choir boys
are included in the festival chorus, so
that they had heard Paderewski play
the great Polish Fantasia produced at
\orwich during rehearsal.
“1 l1 show you how ‘Paddy’ plays,”
the young pianist was saying, just: as
Paderewski entered and straightway
began a decidedly “frisky” imitation
of the great player. For a moment he
listened, much amused, then advanc-
ing to the group, he remarked, quietly:
“No, I’ll show you how ‘Paddy’ plays,"
and, quietly. pushing aside the little5
pianist, he played for a short time
magnificently to the astonished boys,
who stood in open-mouthed admiru
tion. iot at first recognizing their visio
tor. till it dawned upon them that they
were having a recital from no less a
person than “Paddy” hilnS€1f.~TlG-
Bits.
Advice W'ortli Following.
“1 icinember,” said a boy to his Sun-
day s .'zhool teacher, “you told me to al-
1‘. {us .6101) and count fifty when an-
Shi-
..
i'cs, I am glad to hear it. It coolet
your anger, didn’t it?”
“Well, you see, a boy came into our
road and made faces at me, and dared
me to light. I was going ' to try to
thrash him. He was bigger 11 me, and
I’d have got punished. I remembered
what you said, and began to count.”
“And- you didn’t fight?”
“No, ma’am. Just as I got to forty-
two my big brother came along, and
the 11 av he licked that boy would have
made y'om mouth water, I guess.”
Intelligent Translation.
Thettranslation, of a French novel
contains these ludicrous sentences—
f'I-Ier hand was cold, like that of a ser-
pent.” “The countess was about to .re-
ply, when a door opened and closed
her mouth.” “ ‘Ha, ha!’ he exclaimed
in Portuguese.” “The colonel paced
backward and forward, with his hands
behind his back, reading the newspa-
per.” “At this sight the negro’s face
grew dreadfully pale.” “The man was
dressed in a velvet jacket, and in pants
of the same color.”
A City \Vitliout Clzimneys..
From the top of the cathedral spire
in Mexico you can see the entire city,
and the most striking feature of the
View is the absence of'chimneys._Therc
is not a chimney in all Mexico; not a
grate, nor a stove, nor a furnace. All
the cooking is done with charcoal in
Dutch ovens, and while the gas is
sometimes offensive, one soon becomes
used to it. -Tid- Bits.
A Strange Desire.
A wealthy; gentleman of Vienna stip-
ulated in his will that an electric light
must be constantly burning in his
tomb, and another inside his coffin, for
twelve months after his death—Tid-
Bits.
She Had Him.‘
' Husband: “You Were always fond of
books, Jeannie; what can I giveyou.
for your bilthday present?” '
Innocent Young Wife: “A cheque-
book, dear, for whenever I sign your
name I shall think'of you.”'-—Tid-Bits.'
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