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THE E v E n the (xAZE T ’1‘ E
Lazy days and daisy days,
An' time to take your case
Rollin' in the clover
()r liunnnin' with the bees.
Merry days and berry (lays,
An' time to slip away
Where the river's makin’
Under mosses cool and gruy.
Singlu' days an‘ su'lugin days,
’ An‘ ain‘t you Iceliu line
,When you‘re tangled in the blossoms
01‘ a honeysuckle vine;
Lazy days all hazy days,
All' life is mighty "Q‘Wect.
\Vith a green bank for your r-vl'ow-
And lilies at your feet.
BROKEN CONNECTION.
BY FRANK H. SWEET.
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“Two days‘ limit,” said Willis Bates,
as he looked doubtfully at the ticket.
“Can I make it in that time?”
“Yes,” and the agent pushed some
change through the window and wait-
ed expectantly for the next man in the
line. “We make close connections.
Ten minutes stop at Columbia, and
twenty at Charlotte for dinner. Jack-
sonville, sir? Nine ten,” and Bates felt
himself pushed unceremoniously aside
by a portly man who was eager to
change a. bank note- for the ticket
which was being stamped.
“That’s your train on the outside
track,” the agent called warningly.
“Better hurry.”
As this advice was accentuated by a.
sharp “All aboard!” and a rush of a.
few belated passengers toward the out-
side track, Bates snatched up his hand
bag and sprang forward.
“Whew! That was certainly close
connection,” he said grimly, as he
swung himself on the rear car of the
moving train. “If I keep on at this
rate I’ll get through in time for the
sale, and that will mean a thousand
dollars in my pocket. Lucky I thought
of it.f’
The parlor car was full, so he went
on until he found a seat with a loqua-
cious, insistent hotel runner. Just
across was a‘ bright-looking woman in
a. plain, travelling suit, and he glanced
at her with sudden, half-recognizing
inquiry.
But a traveller is always running
across faces that lookfamiliar, and his. -
attention was 'soon engrossed in ward-
ing off the advances of the hotel run—
ner. The train rushed on with the ve-
hement, noisy impetuosity peculiar to
southern trains, as though striving
to give an impression of terrific Speed;
and the fine South Carolina. dust sifted
in through the windows and spread
thickly over the dingy plus-h seats, call«
ling forth handkerchiefs and impatient
exclamations from the passengers, and
swirling now and then into angry
clouds at the feeble onslaught of the
train boy’s broom. Once he noticed
the woman of the opposite seat looking
at him’inquirin'gly, as though she, too,
was trying to recall something familiar.
But when he turned to her she was
gaging from“ the window.
At Columbia he spent the ten min-
utes in a forced defence of politics, and
at Charlotte was glad to leave his com—
panion and join the rush toward the
railroad restaurant. As a general
thing he avoided such places; there
was apt to be poor food and service,
and not infrequently one was served so
late that he could only snatch a few
mouthfuls before it was time to hurry
to the train.
But here he was agreeably disap-
pointed, and when he went to the desk
near the door to leave his seventy-five
cents, it was with a feeling of satis-
faction at not having been imposed on.
Outside, he looked at his watch; it
still lacked five minutes of train time,
so he ,walkedleisur‘ely down the plat-
form, with the complacence of a man
who has just had a good dinner and
who is perfectly satisfied with himself
and the world.
As he turned to come back, he found
himself face to face with the woman
who had sat opposite to him in the car.
For a moment they gazed squarely into
each other’s eyes, then both started for-
ward. .
“Ain’t you Willis Bates?” the woman
asked eagerly. “I thought I knew you
on the train.”
“Yes, and you are—or was—Alice
Durfee,” Bates said, no less eagerly.
My! but I’m gladto meet you. Let me
sec—it‘s eighteen years since I left the
old village, and I haven’t seen a soul
from there since. How are they all—
your mother, and Henry Taber, and my
cousin, Bob Bates? Bob’s the only kin
I have, but he and'I never did get on
well together. Oh, I beg pardon,” hur-
riedly. “I forgot.”
“My mother died ten years ago,” she
answered steadily. “After that i came
South, and have only been back once
Henry Taber had the post-office
the last I knew, and Bob—”
There was a significant movement
across the platform, and Bates glanced
at his watch.
“It’s time to get on board,” he ex-'
claim-ed. “We’ll finish our talk in the
Car."
But she drew back.
“This isn’t my train,” she said. “I
wait here two hours.”
“Really?” with sudden dismay in his
voice. “Why, I was counting on a good
long talk. Is Bob—your husband—
well?"
She looked surprised.
“i don’t know what you mean,” she
answered. “I have never married. I
came South teri yams ago in search oi
work, and have been teaching school
ever since. But you'll
train."
1:. was already gliding down the plat-
form. but he i'either noticed it nor her
morning In his eyes was an expres-
clonal-incredulous inquiry; '
"but Bob Batcs--——-—"
miss your ,
She motioned imperiously toward the
train. '
“You’ll miss it,” she
Then her hand dropped to her side.
“There,.it is too late! Was it very im-
portant?” anxiously.
“Yes—noa—that is, I guess so,” he
answered ind-ifferently. “A thousand
dollars, I believe.”
A man with the emblematic S. R. on
his cap came down the platform, and ,
Bates called him with a gesture.
“How long before the next train
north?” he demanded. ’
“An hour and forty minutes.”
“Good!” turning to her with beam<
ing satisfaction. “And you have to
wait two hours. That will give us
plenty of time to talk. Now,” with a
strange eagerness in his voice, “do‘you
mean to tell me that you did not marry
Bob Bates the fall I left ?”
“Certainly I did not,” wonderingly.
“I never married anybody, much less
Bob Bates. I never liked that man.”
“Strange, and he told me—”
“What?” she demanded sharply.
“Why, that you were promised to
him, and that—well, what he told me
was the cause of my leaving, and of
my not communicating with any one in
the old village during all these years.
And- to think—”
Here a truck load of trunks
pushed rapidly toward them, and they
were forced aside. Bates caught the eye
of a waiting hackman and nodded. A
moment later the carriage stood beside‘
the platform, with the driver holding
open the door for them to enter.
“A station platformis no place to
talk,” said Bates. “Suppose we take a
drive through some of the quiet streets
of the city; We have plenty of time.”
'Then he looked at her with a new
thought in his eyes. “I didn’t see you
in the—” he began, then added hasti-
ly, “you haven’t had dinner, I sup-
pose?"
“No,” hesitating and flushing a little.
“1—"
“Oh, I understand,” quickly. “You
are like me and can't put up with the
makeshifts of a railroad restaurant.
Now I’ll tell you what,” unblushingly,
“I’m about as hungry as a man can be.
There’s alnice hotel in back there.
someWhere. We’ll go to that and have
dinner, and then we'll drive about the
city and talk. until train time."
There was hesitation and almost re-
fusal. On her face, but feigning not to
notice it he urged her into the carriage,
then sprang in himself, and motioned
for the driver to close the door.
An hour passed, and then a half
hour, and Soon after a train rumbled
into the station and then rumbled
avar-
other train arrived and departed. As
it disappeared, the Carriage again
whirled up beside the station and stop-
ped. ..
“Has my train gone?” the woman
asked anxiously, as she reached the
platform.
Bates took out his watch and looked
at it meditatively.
“I’m afraid it has," he answered,
“and my train,-too, with its possible
thousand dollars. ' We’ve been gone a
little over two hours. Driver,” severely,
“you ought not to have taken us so
far.”
There was grave concern in his voice,
but in his eyes was a sly twinkle which
she did not, noticefl‘he driver twirled
his hat apologetically in one hand, but
into the Other a generous tip had been
slipped, so he was silent.
“It is really‘too bad,” Bates con-tin—
uéd sympathetically. “There is only
one more train out to-day, and that
goes towards-Richmond. But I’ll tell
you what,” as though struck by a sud-
den solution of the problem, “suppose
we take that. You know what you
have promised me at the. end-of three
months. Now what is the use of wait—
ing that long? You have no people,
and I have none; and if you go back to
the school you have been telling me
about, it will be to unappreciative cm-
ployers and at wages that will scarce
pay your expenses. I have a good
house waiting for somebody to look af-
ter it, and more money in the bank
than I know what to do, with. Now
my idea is for us to go to a minister——
you know where a minister lives, don’t
you?” to the driver.
“Yis, sorr,” grinning.
“And then come back and take the
train for Richmond, It is a very nice
city, and you are bound to like it. How
does the scheme strike you?”
Evidently it. struck her unfavorably,
or as, something too astounding to ad-
mit even of a reply.
“Good!” he said beamingly. “Silence
means consent. Now we will drive
back to the hotel and write a couple of
letters. You tell the school committee
that unforeseen circumstances prevent
your returning, and I will write that
the same kind of circumstances have
kept me from attending the sale.
Come.”
She parted her lips as though to pro.
test, and even tried to draw back, but
her heart was with this man who had
been so much to her youth, and who
had returned, and in the end she on-
tered the carriage with him and the
door was again closed by the driver.
Two hours later the driver was
standing on the platform of the station,
watching the train rum-hie away to-
ward Richmond. Not until it had dis.
appeared did he climb back to his box
and drive toward home. Bridget, his
wife, was preparing supper when he
came in fro-m the stable.
“Och, Pat,” she called in sudden ap-
prehension, “how come yez so soon? Is
it bad luck ye’ve been havin' the day?”
“Troth, no, Biddy,” catching her in
his arms and swinging her about the
room. and then slipping a crisp new
ten dollar bill in her hand. “That’s for
the new clothes the childer nade. Su’re,
an’ it's an idligaiit day I've been havin'.
~ Besides. that, I've enough to pay the
carriage rint an' the horses' fade."
cried ‘ again.-
was '
Twenty minutes more, and an—
LlTTLE.ELlZABETH. HARRISON. ‘
Ber Coming to the Household Was Re
garded as a Public Event.
With the exception of small Ruth
Clevelandnno other young daughter of
a homer President of the United
States ever received such an ovation
in ' is way of gifts on the day she first
made her debut on this mundane
spere as little Elizabeth Harrison.
The coming of a little girl into both
the Cleveland and Harrison house-
holds was regarded as a. public event,
[and friends and strangers alike vied
with each other in manifesting their
interest and good will in the substan-
tial form of presents of all kinds, bOIUh
useful and ornamental, which deluge-d
the two households on these two mem-
orable days.
LITTLE MISS HARRISOR.
Little Ruth «has grown to be a big
girl now and three other baby mem-
bers have since come to swell the
Cleveland muster roll; but Elizalbeth
Harrison is still in her early babyhood
and reigns supreme as the sole tiny
ruler of the Harrison family circle.
This is the first time that her baby
face has appeared before her many
well-wishers, whose generosity has
made her the heiress of so many of
this world's goods.
Elizabeth was born in Indianapolis,
Ind, about a year ago, in the fine res-
idence owned by General Harrison. on
Delaware street.
Already she is quite a little traveler, _,
'prettY- __-._..mnm
for last Summer she spent at Old
Forge in. the Adirondacks, where her
father owns a. camp; in the Fall she
made a. journey to New York, where
she held con-rt, and was visited by the
social and political magnates of the
great metropolis, and this Winter she
went on to Washington and was taken
by the former President to the White
House to pay :her respects to President
and Mrs. McKinley, whowere delight-
ed wi'tih their sweetness and good fel-
lowship, for she is a. friendly tot, and
much enjoys good company.
She is the image of her father, who
adores liner, and who will sit 'by the
hour holding her on his lap and taking
more real pleasure than all his public
honors afforded him when he presided .-
as head of the nation. She has his ex-
cessive White skin, a pair of big violet
blue eyes, and a bewitchling little ddm-
ple in her chin, also copied from her
father’s more staid one.
Her mot-her, who is the daughter of
the first Mrs. Harrison's sister, is
most) devoted to the daily care of her
precious daughter, and .is showing :her
usual judgment and common sense in
bringing up the little lady in a simple,
practical manner as a. good, every-day
little American and laying no stress
on the fact that she will one day in-
henit a. snug fortune of her own.
THE ERRATIC NEEDLE.
In One Part of Russia It Deflects Over
Ninety-Six Degrees.
One of Russia’s innumerable mys-
teries is the erratic behavior of the
magnetic needle in many parts of the
great empire. The compass is freaky
enough anywhere, but it seems to take
a particular delight in refusing to point
north for the subjects of the czar.
French and Russian scientists have re-
cently been investigating this subject
on the vast central plains between
Moscow and Barakov.
The greatest aberrations were found
in the province of Kursk, the capital
town of which is some 600 miles almost
due south of Moscow. In the northern
part of the province, near Tim, the
needle deflects twenty degrees, farther
south‘ in the province of Staraoi Os—
kol up to thirty degrees, while in the
southeast of the province, about 150
miles south of Tim, the deflection is
over ninety-six degrees, the needle
standing almost perpendicular and
pointing nearer east and west than
north and south.
This reversal of the magnetic forces
may have some curious effects. A
number of new railways are building
in that region and the engineers are
interested in finding out whether the
durability of their lines will sustain the
long accepted theory. that those rails
last best which ”are parallel with the
magnetic meridians. As these run east
and west over a considerable part of
Russia, it will be the north and south
lines that first Show signs of wear,
whereas such lines in other countries
are the more easily maintained in re-
pair.—Boston Traveler.
Youthful lllzu'riages in Algiers.
A census was taken lately in Algeria,
and it was found that the youngest
Arab married man was twelve years
old and that there were very many boys
whoavere married at thirteen and four-
teen, while some at fifteen years of age
had several wives. There is a youth—
ful widower of fifteen. and a. divorced
husband of the same age. Girls are
still more precocious, and are some—
times married when only eleven years
old, though twelVe is the more usual
age. There are 189 widows of fifteen,
and 1,176 divorcees of the same age.
DECORATIVE NEEDLE-WORK A FAD.‘
,Some Useful and Pretty Novelties in [the
Shape of Home Madeniooks.
It is always pleasant to find a. new ob-'
J’ect upon which decorative needlework
can be displayed. and during-the warm
weather particularly, fancy work of all
kind appeals to nearly all women. Two
novelties which have the additional '
recommendation of being, distinctly
useful as well as ornamental; are-the
new manuscript books for cooking re-
cipes and the new blotting pads. M_
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The former are nice, flrm little
books. about the size of an ordinary,
blotting-case, and good lined-paper
pages, and thick enough to hold a gen-
erous supply or“ recipes; but it is with
the embroidered covers that we espec-
ially have to deal. The foundation is
usually made of art colored linen, and
in some cases the designs are simply
floral, and very much like other fancy
work; but the daintiest are decorated
with appropriate mottoes, such as
“Now good digestion wait on appetite.
and health on both,” “A feast should
be without a. fault,” “Bid them pre-
pare dinner," or, more quaintly, still,
“Too many cooks spoil the broth," or
“How shall I feast him?" A recipe-
book with the latter inscription upon
it would be' an excellent wedding pres-
ent for a young housekeeper.
The corners and sides of these cov-
ers are filled in principallywith ara-
besques or quaint devices. One of the
latter, which had three conventional
fishes very cleverly worked in shades
of pearly-blue flax, to represent the
scales, was particularly attractive and
who. (if?
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The ordinary blotting pad {is a use—
ful article, but when not in actual use
and lying with the soiled blotting paper
-.upwards, it-.certainly is not an orna—
~ ment to a dainty writing table. There-
fore a goodnplan is to have apretty
case into-which the blotting pads can ,
be easily slipped, and to decorate the
back-1.013 it with. artistic. embroidery.
No extra ‘ffu'ssiness”, .is,‘g’iven to the
serviceable blotting-pad bythis cover,
but by simply, placing it face down-
wards upon the table, the embrpidered
back comes fully into view,,and instead
of a blemish, it becomes anadditional
beauty. .
For the decoration of these Covers,
the favorite motto embroidery is again
very much in evidence, such sentences
as “Thoughts that breathe and words
that burn," “With thee conversing I
forget all time,” and “The pen is migh-
tier thanthe sword," being particular-
ly appropriate.
The Kendal-es- Popular.
The headdress has apparently come
to stay. It is the rarest thing nowa-
days to see a coiffure unaccompanied
by its forest of feathers, not to speak
of big bows of ribbon, flowers and
buckles. A pompon of tulle, with a
small paste ornament and one upris-
ing plume in the centre, is among the
latest novelties in head adornment. An
erect triple spire of roses rising from a
bow of satin is another popular decor-
ation, as is also a gracefully arranged
aigrette of orchids and violets. Black
ospreys, mingled with, diamond cres-
cents. are suitable for elderly women,
though they are worn by the youthful'
likewise. Flowers are the newest,
though, and of flowers, scarlet gerani-
um and white lilac are the acme of
smartness. Ostrich plumes of the
gayest colors are in high favor, such as
cerise, purple and scarlet. Feathers
Spangled with diamonds and frosted
leaves show the tendency to combine
different novelties.
Spring Shades.
The spring shades of blue are Ro-
man, hyacinth, silver. Napoleon, and
barbeau, or blue-bottle. The greens,
are in many tints with fanciful titles
that have clear emerald tints-and also
the deep Russian-green, becoming to
so many women; willow, the golden
green tint and leaf in. three different ..
shades. Gismonda again appears, the
purple slightly deeper than that of Par-
ma violet, and much like the amethyst
are plum shades that have been so
popular in costume cloths and millin-
el-y this winter,
Norwalk Chronicler