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ding, I will supply it at
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tention. . _
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.53 Cross St... Norwalk.
One day through the primeval wood
’Because ’twas such a crooked path;
Iiiallootlieer '
polished! tan ties, surmounted by a.
at her feet.
THE CALF PATHS; ,,)r~
A calf walked h me, as 36011 calves should;
But made a trail all bent askew,
A crooked trail. as all calves do
Since then two hundred years have fled.
And, I infer, the calf is dead.
But still he left behind his trail.
And thereby hangs a mortal tale.
The trail was taken up next day
By alone dog that passed that way.
And then a wise bell-wether sheep
Pursued the trail o'er vale and st eep.
And drew the flock behind him. too,
As good bell-wethers always do.
And from that day. o'er hill and glade,
Through those old woods a path was made,
And many men wound in and out,
And dodged and turned and bent about.
And uttered words of righteous wrath.
But still they followed—do not laugh—
The first migration of that calf,
And through this winding woodway stalked
Because he wabbled when he walked.
This forrest path became a lane,
That bent and turned and turned again;
This crooked lane became a road,
Where many a poor horse, with his ‘load,
Toiled on beneath the burning sun,
And travelled some three miles in one.
And thus a century and a. half
They trod the footsteps of that calf.
The years passed on in swiftness fleet, . ~
Theroad became a village street.
And this, before the men were aware,
A city’s crowded thoroughfare,
And soon the central street was this
Of a renowned metropolis.
And men two centuries and a half
Trod in the footsteps of that calf;
Each day a hundred thousand rout
Followed the zigzag calf about:
And o’er his crooked journey went
The traffic of a continent.
A hundred thousand men were led
B) one calf near three centuries dead.
AS MARTHA SAID.
'1'? MAE MESEROLE MERTIN.
“I confess I do not understand you,
Joyce.”
“And yet you said a moment since
that I was but a child.” .
“Children are sometimes harder to
read than their less fortunate kindred
of a larger growth.”
“I gather from your remark that you
consider it betterto be a child of quick
intelligence than a woman of slow
wit.”
“That. was its purport.”
“Then accept my thanks for the com-
pliment.”
“Joyce,
please!”
“I think not.”
“But how else could I so frequently
incur your displeasure. 9”
“You are so stupid!”
“Now it is my turn to give thanks
for a compliment.”
“Tim, Tim, you are hard to please!”
Silence. The hammock swings gent-
ly back and forth, urged by the al-
ternate pressure of a. dainty heel and
toe on the bit of worn turf, accom—
panied by the crisp swish of white
duck skirts. From an upper limb of
the cherry tree hangs a pair of highly
Joyce, you are hard to
considerable length of duck trousers.
Suddenly the tree is seized and vigor-
ously shaken, and a shower of cherries
descends with force. A goodly supply
having fallen into her lap, the girl in
the hammock calmly makes way with
them.
“Beg pardon,” says a contrite voice
from above. “Did I hurt you?”
“Not at all.” '
“I am afraid I was angry, and with-
out thinking I shook the limb.”
“As Martha would say, ‘He that is
soon angry—’ ”
“Ah, but you forget;
voked him to anger—
“By the way, did you know Martha
was coming home?”
“No. I am sorry to say I am not
honored with your confidence.”
“You don’t deserve it. I am telling
you now.”
“Not being deaf, I———” ,
“You will love Martha.” 1;
“I am sure of it.” 1'
“Yes, of course.
Martha.” .
“Then surely she could dispense with
the little affection I have to spare. Is
she like you?” .
“In what way? Greediness?” I
“Well since you mention it, yes.” '
“Oh, no! I’m only healthily greedy.
Martha is abnormally so. It worries
her if people don’t fall instant victims
to her charms. But she has no cause
to worry for-they always do.”
“I thought her host was an excep-
tion.” .
“To be sure. I forgot him. But
then poor old Uncle Dallas never loved
any one but himself. He thinks more
of Martha than all the rest of us rolled
together, though that is not saying a.
great deal. I am glad he has decided
whether to live or die, for I couldn’t
have gotten along another week with-
out Martha. I hope he’ll stay well for
a great long time, or else go off sud-
denly. ”
“I’m afraid you’re a heartless young
person, Joyce.”
“Oh, no! As Martha was saying be-
fore she—”
“Never mind Martha now. I sup-
pose I shall not see much of you after
‘who so pro—
’1,
Everybody loves
her arrival. Will you play me a set?
of tennis.” . 5
“You have not mended my racquet
yet.”
“You did not remind me of it. I told
you I would forget. I'll do it now.”
“What a fib! You thought Tommy
would do it if ydu waited long enough.
As Martha tells poor Tom a dozen
times a day, ‘procrastination is—w’ ”'
“Bother Martha!”
“1 don’t understand you.”
“I said bother Martha!
“And had the temerity _to repeat it.”
“There, there, Joyce! Look out, I'm
.coming down.” _
, In another second he lands lightly
Joyce breaks into a. gay
laugh. . -
“Who told you not to climb trees in
duck trousers? Another time, sir, per—
haps you’ll listen to my advice.”
lherI “Why, Joyce, you wanted some
cherries.’
“Tommy picked a. panful this morn-
ing. You were too lazy to go to the
house for them.”
“Well, never mind. Ducks wash, so
it isn’t so bad as it might be."
“Meantime?”
“I’l sit in the hammock with you.”
‘ There’ s no room.”
“You can make it.”
' “If I choose.”
“Dear Joyce, won’t you choose?”
“Dear Tim, I won’t.”
“You don’t love me, Joyce.”
“As Martha was saying, ‘If you can’t
say something, don’t speak.’ ”
“Martha again! Always Martha! I
hate Martha!”
"Wicked youth!
get your deserts.”
“Seriously, Joyce, don’t you like me
11 little?”
“To be sure I do—next to Tommy.”
“Joyce!”
“But you couldn’t expect me to like
you better thanTommy. Why, he’s
my brother."
_“Perhaps you are rather tired of
having'me around, Joyce?”
“That may be. As Martha was say-
ing-—”
“Aren’t you sorry that I shall never
make Martha’s acquaintance?”
“But you will. She is coming to-
morrow afternoon.”
“And I am going in the morning by
the early train.”
“Nonsense! What for?”
“Well, I think I’ve neglected father
long enough. I have felt guilty ever
since reading his last letter; and then
you know I have fully recovered my
strength after that beastly typhus, and
I haven’t a shred of an excuse to stay
longer. It has been very pleasant, and
you’ve all been uncommonly good to
me. I don’t like to leave the old place
and your sweet mother, but life is not
one long holiday. And then you are
tired of my hanging ’round.”
“But that need not take you off. You
can keep out of my way.”
“Thanks; I wasn’t brought up an
adept at dodging folks. Well, I sup-
pose I ought to go over and say good-
by to the girls at Moor Lodge. I’d ask
you to acompany me only you seem to
be w ea1y of mv society’
“Shall you return soon?”
“Oh, yes, by bed-time, unless they
invite me to stay. If I am not back
by six, you’ll explain my absence to
your mother, will you not?”
“I don’t mean that. From the city,
you know?”
“011, I beg pardon! But why should
I return? I’m' perfectly well now.”
"To see-Martha.”
“Oh, Ma1tha———”
“Yes, but don’t put yourself out, you
know, because Martha has plenty of
friends.”
“So I judged. Do you think
would care to see me?”
“I think she would.
about you. Please don’t swing .me. I
like to sit still. As Martha was say-
ing, I—I mean you—’fl
“Well, what was Martha saying? By
Jove, since it has got to be Martha,
let it'be Martha once and for all! What
was the oracle saying this time?”
“I’ll not tell You.”
“Joyce, you are blushing!”
Never fear, you’ll
she
“I’m not. Please, Tim, don’t step on
my toes.” ‘
“Dear Joyce, I will if I like. I in-
sist upon knowing what—” '
“0h, Tim, your knees will be
smeared with—dirt!”
“Never mind my knees. Ducks can
be washed, you know. You are blush-
ing, Joyce. Tell me what Martha was
saying."
“Never!”
“You’ 1e ashamed of it.”
“I am not.”
“Then tell me, won’t you, Joyce?”
“No, Martha—”
“Never mind that part.
it she said?”
“Tim, do you love me?"
“Oh Joyce!”
“Then, don’t ask me what Martha
.vas saying.’
“I won't if——”
“-f what?"
“You’ll make room for main the
hammock.”
“Vv'ell, there! Oh-h, Tim!”
“What‘s the matter? Are you not
comfortable?”
“Ye—es, but————”
“But what? Now don’t say you
don’t because you do. I see'it in your
eyes. Ah, my dear, I know what Mar-
tha was saying!”
“You don’t.”
“Shall I tell you?”
“Yes.”
“Then look into my eyes.
see the reflection of yours?”
“Yes.” .
“What else can you see?”
“N—nothing.” -
“No fibs, Joyce. Deny it if you dare.
Well, that’s what Martha was saying.”
Be Could Dodge.
“There’ s nothing slow about Jones,”
Ihe said refiectlvely.
The other laughed scornfully.
“I gues s you never loaned him any
money,” he said.
“Oh, yes, I have,” replied the first
speaker. “That's what made me speak
that way. .I loaned him $10 six months
ago, and I haven’t been able to catch
him since.”——Chicago Post.
What was
Can you
Might Blake a Difference.
“I’ll tell the people who talk about
employing you that you are incapable
of a falsehood!” said the warm friend.
“Thank you, ever so much, only ex-
press it carefully. There’s a good deal
of diflerence you know, between saying
zlaiing that he ‘has no diplomacy.’ ”—
~Wa8hington Star. -*
“The deuce!” says 'lim with zucfi.
concern, trying to see the whole of 21?:-
peison at once. And then he looks a. ,
1
Some people haven’t enough hos-
pitality in them to entertain their own
opinion—Dallas News. ' .
I told her all,
that a man ‘cannot tell a lie’ and de- -
“T H E E V‘ E N I N G GA Z E .T TE
WASHINGTON NOTES.
Colonel John T. Crisp, of Missouri,
who arrived in Washington a few
days ago, had not been in his hotel
for half. an hour before he was the
centre of a. group engaged in a warm
dispute of the Cuban question. The
People of the West wanted action, said
Colonel crisp, and this administration
could make no more popular move
than take steps to bring the war to a
close. There Was an Englishman in
the group, who was ,an interested
listener of the Missourian’s florid
language. “It’s all very well, you
know,” said the Englishman, “to talk
about your President taking action,
but he cawn’t be hasty about it. It
would be very well if you were sure
you would only have Spain to reckon
with, but England might object, you
know.” “Well, what the —— differ-
ence would that make?” exclaimed
Colonel Crisp. “England’s navy would
be too much for yours, don’t you
think?” said the Englishman, with a
suggestion of a gloat. “My friend,”
said the Missouri Colonel, placing his
hand on the Englishman’s shoulder
and speaking with emphasis, “before
your navy had 0111s -whipped our fel-
lows would have tunnel} ed the Atlantic
Ocean and mare. so into London on
horseback.”
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NAT AND (01‘?
PRESIDENT M KINLEY S VACATION.
An Annexation Berninicence.
The country is face 'to face again
with an annexation proposition. From
Sunto Domingo to Hawaii is a gap of
nearly thirty years. The question of
attaching outlying territory has not
really been a vital one since President
Grant sent a commission to consider
the expediency of absorbing the negro
republic. ’Bluff Ben Wade was chair-
man of that commission. Robert R.
Hitt, the foremost auth01ity in the
House of Representatives to- day on
foreign affairs. was secretaiy of it.‘
The commission traveled in imposing
state on the frigate Tennessee of the
old navy, with th'i1ty guns and a com-
plement of 500 officers, maiines and
sailois. Before the work was con-
cluded the advantage of the presence
'of this show of force was seen. Per-
haps the hottest placein the West In-
dies is ,the harbor where the commis4
sion disembarked. Almost the first
thing Mr. Wade and Mr. Hitt did was
to outfit themselves with linen suits
They‘bought of local ,
and straw hats.
merchants and paid something like
$250 in the depreciated currency of
that realm for the additions to their
wardrobe. Having put on their linens,
Mr. Wade and Mr. Hitt proceeded to
pay their respects to the Haytian Gov-
ernment, which was housed in a two-
story structure called “the palace.”
The populace arose ‘tn indignation at
the costumes worn by the Americans.
Public sentiment declared that Mr.
Wade and Mr. Hitt had insulted the
dignity of the country by presenting
themselves in clothes. The outburst
seemed in a way to assume the propor-
tions of a riot. Only the presence of
the Tennessee in Port-au-Prince, with
a force equal to the prompt annihila-
tion of the army of the government.
held in check the disposition of the
proud natives to manifest their disap-
probution in a forcible way.
The President's Self Control.
If those who have seen most of him
since the 4th of March were asked
what trait of the President’s character
had impressed them especially, they
would say his marvelous self—control.
The adjective is right. The McKinley
temper is marvelous. In the four
years of a Presidential term the first
quarter is the 'most trying. This
President has passed through the
ordeal. The first evidence of irrita-
tion is yet to be noted. Mr. McKinley
is a man of convictions. He d-pes not
hesitate to express disapproval. But
he never yields to the petulance which
attends upon annoyances. There have
been great men in the White'House,
but history records explosions of pas-
sion from Washington all the W211
down the line to the present exception
This equipoise, of Mr. McKinley is s
' remarkable that it has been spoken 1.
frequently a.» a'n-atural gift of grea
worth. The poSsessor has been coz.
gratulated as if it was an inheritance
The truth is this complete self-con;
mand is second, not first, nature with
Mr. McKinley. It was acquired by
such rigid tiaining as seldom fails to
the lot of man to fol -.low
“I remember McKinley,” said one of
his oldest friends,‘ ‘as a man with his
full share of impulsiveness. The time
was when he gave way as other men do
under strain or provocation. Do you
want to know what wrought the
change For twenty-five years this
man has stood between his wife and
all that might give her the slightest
worry. No matter what the load. he
was hearing, be has never failed to
wear into her presence a smiling face.
{Whatever emotions might be surging
underneath’he has appeared calm and
placid ou the surface. :‘mvs'ron. ’
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CAKE OF TOILET SOAP IN EVERY PACKAGE. ,1; :
THE use OF THE MEGAPI—IONE.
It is an Invaluable Adjunct to Crew
Trainers and Others.
The reports of the rowing contests
have all contained reference to the
megaphone, through which the vari-
ous coaches communicated with the
crews, and accounts from the train-
ing headquarters had similar refer-
ences. The simple instrument is
found to be so valuable as a means of
communication that it is now looked
upon as a part of the necessary para-
phernalia in a rowing contest. The
megaphone is simply a large cone
from thirty to°forty-eight inches long,
made of water-proof fibre or light
metal. The voice of a person speak-
ing into the small end is carried easily
a distance of a mile, while a loud call,
when neither wind nor obstructions
interfere, may be heard On the water,
in open country or along the shore. :1
distance of two miles.
The instrument is often used as a
receiver also. The small end is placed
at the ear, and sounds from a distance
which would otherwise be inaudible
can be heard distinctly. The instru-
ment is usually held in the hands of
the person who uses it, like a speak-
ing trumpet, but it is constructed so
that it can be fixed to a tripod ora
swivel, and the person using it may
remain seated and direct it to any
point. By means of the megaphone
the audiences at nearly all open-air
athletic meetings are informed as to
the winners, and at these places, as
well as in the rowing world, it has
become an invaluable instrument.-
New York Tribune.
AS TOLD BY HORATIO SEYMOUR.
Accused of of Owning an Interest in Hall
the Liquor Saloon; in Utica.
- Speaking of Horatio Seymour, the
old politician was reminded of the fol-
lowing anecdote, wh-i-ch, he asserted,
the governor used to tell on himself:
“I had just taken my seat in the rail-
way carriage when I noticed two min-
isterial looking men in front of me.”
said the governor. ' “ ‘Do you know this
Horatio Seymour?’ asked one. ‘No,
came the answer, ‘although I have
seen him.’ ‘Have you? Then I pray
you to tell me how he looks!’ ~‘Well.
he looks what he is—a great dru‘nkard,’
answered the man who had seen the
governor. ‘A'h.’ said the questioner.
sadly, ‘it’s a great pity that he should
be governor. I understand he owns an
interest in more than half the rum"
shops in Utica.’ ‘Yes,’ was the re-
sponse; ‘and he has to look out for
them in the morning, as he is always
too drunk in the afternoon to attend
'to that or any other business. 1
pricked up my ears,” concluded the
governor, “for I was curious to know
what had caused these two to go for
me so severely. Presently I discov-
ered. ‘Have you seen his Thanksgiv-
ing proclamation? asked one. ‘Yes.
and I think it scandalous indeed.’ ‘So
do I.’ And yet that proclamation was
written by the rector of the leading
E;1scops 1 Church in Albany "—Utica
Observer.
LON'G’ 'B'R'IbAl’; TOUR.
It~flas Been Going On Now Seven Years
and the End Is Not Yet.
George, Glasson Lizotte, formerly
an officer in the French army, and
Miss Harlan, daughter of Austin
Bishop Harlan, were married nearly
seven years ago, since which time
they have been on one continuous
wedding trip. Mrs. Lizotte, who is a
niece of General Lew Wallace, first
met Mr. Lizotte in New York, where
she was travelling with the General.
Immediately after the wedding the
couple started on their bridal trip,
which has been continued unbroken
until a short time ago, when they
stopped to visit the bride’s old home
at Juliette, Ill., while on route from
Alaska to Nova Scotia. During their
trip they have visited 1,480 towns and
cities in the United States,
Canada and 45 in Mexico. They have
ridden over every line of railway in
these three countries, onevery boat
line and on every stage line. Both of
them are enthusiastic for travelling,
and they purpose to keep it up indef-
initely.—Chica‘go Chronicle.
235 in .
“’hat James 'Was Reading.
“James, dear, will you bring me up
a scuttle of coals from the cellar?”
said a busy wife.
“That’s just the way with you,” said
James, with a frown, as he put down
his book and rose from the armchair.
“Just the way with me?” _
“Yes!” be snapped. “As soon as you
see me enjoying myself you have some—
thing or other for me to do. Didn’t
sou see I was absorbed in my read-
ng?”
“Well, dear, I will do it myself.”
“Yes, and tell eyerbody—your mother
especially—that you haVe to carry your
own coal up from the cellar. No, 1’11
10 it.‘ Let me mark my place."
So be marked the place in the book
II: which he had ceased reading and
when he went down to the cellar,
grumbling all the way, she picked up
the volume, and found It was a love
story, and that the passage that he
had been absorbed in was as follows:
“My darling, when you are my wife
I will shield and protect you from.
every care. The winds of heaven shall
not visit your face too roughly; those
pretty hands sh-la i never be soiled by
menial tasks; y or wish shall be my
'aw; your hiappin -.ss-———
Just then he reappeared, and, drop-
oing the scuttle upon the floor, said:
“There’s your coal! Give me my
cock.”
Told by a Monntafii Pr’éaober.
A preacher of this section, since de.
ceased, used to tell the following: He
said he was in Letcher county preach‘
ing on one occasion when he stopped at
'a farmhouse to get his dinner. While
eating, the lady of the house inquired
his business, and he replied: “I am
hunting the lost sheep of Israel.”
She left the room, and in a few min
utes returned with her husband, when
she said: “This man is hunting some
stray sheep, and I’ll bet that old long
wool ram that’s been around here it
his 11. ”
‘ No, sister, you don’t understand me
Ilam hunting sinners; those for whom
Christ died.”
“And is be dead?” she queried.
“Yes,” replied the man of God, aston.
ished at her ignorance.
“And buried, too, I reckon?”
“Oh, yes, long ago.”
“There, now, old man, I told you
yc‘d die in ignorance for not takin’ 'a
a newspaper!”—Hazel Green (Ky)
Herold. , J
“'alloped tho Old Man.
One of the men in the newspaper
\tolony had the misfortune not to be
1' 10m in America. He has done his
1f his parents, and his children are all
\merican-born. One of them is a
:oungster at the age when patriotism
s most ardent and firecrackers most
1llurin-g.
“Say, papa,” he said the other day,
‘you weren’t born here, were you?”
“No, my son,” answered the father,
‘I was born in England.”
The boy put his hands in his pockets
1nd squared his shoulders.
“Well, say,” he said proudly, “didn’t
.ve just wallop you in 1812, though?”
1Vhshington Post.
Easy Down East Stump Grabbing.
This is the way one of Caribou’s
irogressive farmers clears land: He
1as a portable fence which he_-Can
nove around without much inconveni-
2nce, and he encircles a stump with
t, placing within the inclosure two of
1is biggest hogs. Then he goes to
york with a crowbar and makes some
101es around the stump, filling the
101es with corn, or cats, or buckwheat,
.vhatever he has handy, and the ani-
nals get in their work. In the course
1f a few days the hogs have so rooted
:he dirt from the stump that it is an
easy job to tip it over and take it
1way.—Kennebeck Journal.
Lonesome.
Police Justice. Why did you turn in
he alarm for the police? Were you
1ightened?
Servant Girl. No, sir, but th’ folks
vas away fiom home, Sll, an’ I were
oncly like.—St. Louis Globe-Demo-
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