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I’ve got a. letter, parson,’from my son
away out West,
131’ my or heart is heavy as an anvil in
my breast,
To think the boy whose future I had
once so proudly planned
Should wander from the pathof right
an’ come to sich an end!
I told him when he left us, not three
short years ago,
He'd find himself a-plowin’ in a mighty
crooked row-
He’d miss his father's counsel, an’ his
mother's prayers, too;
But he said the farm was hateful, an’
be guessed he’d have to go.
I know thar's big temptation for ll
youngster in the .West.
But I believed our Billy had the cour-
age to resist,
An’ when he left I warned him 0’ the
ever waitin' snares
‘That lie like hidden sarpints in life's
pathway everywhere.
‘But Bill he promised faithful to be
keerful, and he allowed ~
He’d build a reputation that’d make
us mighty proud;
But it seems as how my counsel so t o'
faded from his mind,
‘An' now the-boy's in trouble of the very
wustest kind.
His letters came so seldom that I som~e~
how sort 0’ knowed
'Tll=‘£t Billy was a~tramping on a mighty
rocky road.
sI-lt never once imagined he would bow
my head in shame,
J. .-.’~in the dust'd waller his 01’ daddy’s
honored name.
He writes from out in Denver, an’ the
story's mighty short;
I just can’t tell his mother, it’ll crush
her ,poor 01’ heart.
An’ so I reckoned, parson, you might
break the news to her-—
Bill’sin the Legislature, but he doesn’t
say what fur!
—Denver Post.
THE WEDDING CAKE.
“But what shall I do with it?” he
asked helplessly. ,
She looked up at him and laughed
as lie stood dangling a square white
box by its satin ribbon.
“There’s a certain insanity in treas-
uring another .fellow’s wedding cake.
Won’t you :take vitqas a gift?"
“Thank-‘s, no,” she answered. “I
have-a sufficiency; besides, the charm
is braken if you .give it away."
“Chasm?” he echoed. "What charm
iihaLS .an infinitesimal piece of cake that
ivould not stay the'appetite of a mos-
lqui'to? Silly custom this, anyhow,
. Uf‘”
on
“Do you mean to say," she interrupt-
ed solemnly, “that you have attained
unto years of discretion. and have
never tried the charm that lies in a
bit of bride’s cake?”
:.~“\.\lever!” he aver-red.
She looked so lie-Witching in her
bridesmaid array that he would have
sworn to any fact or fala-cy whatso—
ever, could he thereby prolong the
totes-tote. In seeking a spot where
perchance that ubiquitous best. man
might be eluded, he had found this
curtain-ed corn-er of the .porch.
“'Dhen you must try it before you
are a night older.” she said. with a
pretty air of authority.
{into seven slips and give me a pencil
“Cut a card
and I'll do the rest.”
He obeyed with unwonted docility.
“This is merely a short and sure
was; to find out whom you are to
marry." she resumed.
“I know whom I want to marry. I
don't need a piece of cake and seven
slips of paper to tell me that.”
“Whom one wants to marry and
whom one marries are not always the
same individual!” she replied sen
:cntiously.
“Oh!" was his only audible remark.
“Now," she went on. “I shall write
a. name on each of these six pieces
and leave one a blank—for bachelor-
hood. you know.”
“Cm!" he assented.
"Then you will place them under
your pillow. with the wedding cake.
and draw one out each morning; the
last 0110—" with a pause of emphasis.
"I understand," 116 broke in. “The
last shall be first. But I can't think
of six names; one is so indelibly
written on my heart that—3"
"Oh. I can arrange that!“ she inter-
‘lulted blithely. "You know they must
be written by some one else. anyway
—some disinterested person.”
“0h!”—vcry humbly.
But as he watched her- brows wrin
kick-in perplexity, he concluded that
it was not such a bad thing after all.
this idea of tying up wedding cake
in boxes, and he became convinced
"that weddings, on the whole, were not
such a bore when he saw the ubiqui-
tous best man peer into, the half light
of the veranda and retire precipi-
tately.
“There’s one thing I forgot,” s‘lm
wassaying, “each slip must be de-
stroyed as it is drawn out, and only
The last one read.” I
“Humph! Strict requirements.
these! It would give a fellow some
satisfaction perhaps to know whom
lie had escaped.”
“0b,. but the charm won't Work un~
Tess-you do! Promise now”—-impcr-
atively.
And he promised. Then—
“Ch, I say,” he cried, interrupting
her‘writing again: "You'll put your
own'name down, won’t you?”
“Shall I?" shequeri’ed, dou'btfully.
“Well. rather.” And though the
light was dim she saw something in
his eyes thatmade her add hastily:
“Oh, very well, since it is by re
quest.”
1 t t C I! t t
On the eighth day thereafter she rc-
c’eivcd the following telegram:
“Your name seventh. Has charm
worked?" . .
And it was not till their honeymoon
was at its zenith «that she told him
confidentially—~thnt each bit of card-
board had borne the same .name. and
there had been no blank—From tho.- i
_ Montreal “Herald.
A DAKOTA MONSTER.
The rain, which had turned to icy
pellets since sundown, beat against
the rugged, storm-rent covering of a
ricket covered wagon slowly wending
its way along a lonely road in the
western part of North Dakota.
Within the vehicle was a heal-i
cent bereavement; and, there was all-
odler heart therein also—one as yel
incapable of understanding emotions
A mother and her child were on their
way toward the Setting-sun, to a hmnt»
that had been ’offered them when the
own. The mother hourly realizes the
distance growing between her and hen
husband’s grave; and the babe, awed
to silence by the choking subs and
caresses of the heart-broken mother,
was finally lulled to sleep by the sighs
of the quiverluglips and the soothing
pattings of thetremulous hand.
Afar in the-distance ahead, beyond
the fagged horses whose limbs rose
and fell mechanically, reared an oral
nous cloud whose import was well
known to the African who held the
reins in his hands. East, west, north
and south, the plain stretched away
into the distancevcold, cheerless, umer-
ciless, frozen into ghastly melancholy
'by the silver glitter of the stars, and
white-coralled by the frosty grass-
blades, Sere and brittle.
"“I reckon dar’s gwine fo’ to be one
.oh dem nasty blizar’s soon. Whoofl
Dem’s die debill’s own bref fo’ blowin‘
de life out ob folkses. G’long dar, ole
Gray! You’ur alleses hangin’ back for
Sandy. Hi, godly! I hope do good
missy won’t look out now. She’d be
down—”
“What is the meaning of that cloud
ahead, Joe?" asked the woman, as her
eyes ranged the sky beyond the horses’
heads. ‘
“Nuflin’, nuflin,’ missy! Jess a cloud,
or’nary cloud, dat’s all,” responded
Joe, as he touched old Gray with the
goal]. .
'“Joe, why not stop here for the
night? The joltlng of the wagon
makes me ache all over; and I am so
tired!” ,
“Honey, yo’ see dat brack hill ’wa‘y
other dar?" asked Joe, as he pointed
toward the dark outlines of an object
rising from the plain. “I’s gwine 130'
to reach dat hill if old Gray getter
bust a shoe.”
“I see the hill, Joe—it must. be some
miles away; but why so anxious to
reach it?”
“ ’CaS%dat’-s all!” laconically re-
plied Joe, urging on the tired horses.
“Well, I suppose you know best. Oh,
shall we never reach home? Home!
What a strange word that seems-to
me!‘ I have no home—no home!"
“We’ll git (1311' purty s’un, 'honey; an’
when the babby an’ yo’ aur dar, why
-yo’ll be liar, Chile, brew yo’l”
There was but slight consolation to
be derived from the honest fellow’s
words. So the widowed mother with-
drew her face and closed the opening
1 in the canvas.
' “1—1 doan da-r tell poo’ mi-S'sy ’bout
gde nasty blizzar’ dat’s comin’. If dem
lpoo’ nags kin hell out little longer
f we'll reach dc hill-an’ dat’ll keep off
de wusser part ob de debil’s bref.”
l The cloud beyond grows larger and
larger every moment. It swells and
spreads as it approaches the wagon,
sweeping like a. giant crescent between
earth and sky, obscuring the blinking _
stars, and murmurin-g ominously like
the sullen roar of the distant tempest.
Wit-h gaunt, gloomy, ghostly arms
the giant monster of the Northwest
approaches. The cold, like the grim
premonition of death’s draught, penc-
-trates the canvas- of the wagon, pierc-
ing the flesh of mother and child with
daggers as» of ice.
“Joe! Joe!’ What is it?" cries the
voice from within.
“Nutfin',. nuflin‘, honey?" chatters
the negro, as his frozen fingers me-
chanically clutch the reins. "Yo’ jess
pull dem blankets close ’bout yo’ Ian‘ -
\Ve’ll git dar, bress God!
git dar by—by. de
de babbv...
Yes, Chile, we’ll.
bright light!”
The words fal-teri-ngly fall from the
half-palsied lips like the murmurs
that come when the speaker is slowly
but surely drifting into the" land of
slumber. .
Five, ten minutes pass; the tempest
increases- The pole face of the wo-
man again appears in the rent. in the
canvas. She speaks. Joe is silent.
Again she speaks, and. louder. The
faithful black’s lips are locked, and
he does not answer. She reaches out
her hand and shakes him. Merciful
heaven! The rigid form. topples over
the side of the wagon and falls upon
the ground, stiff,.-fl:ozen!. His eyes are
wide open, and they stare up out of the
depths of chaos into, the illimit-
able eternity .beyond the swishing
gusts of snow and leaden, sullen sky.
The sudden drag upon the reins
stops the horses. The poor creatures,
lean to the pole and rub their noses
together; and thus standing they
freeze, freeze 'lnoli. byinch, while their
legs turn to ice,.rlgld, supporting.
l And then the monster, the white
wraith of the Northwest, engulfs the.
fated wagon- I—t rips the canvas from
the stays and bears it away with
shrieks- of "laughter. The mother and
child are now exposed to the pl-tilcss
bufietinggof the whirlwind raging furi-
ously about: them. The entire plain
seems one heaving undulating mass as
far as the eyes can reach. Like the
swallowing waves of the ocean the
clouds of snow beat against. the skele<
ton-like wagon as though to tear it
from earth and bear it away in fury's
arms.
One last yell‘ of demoniac laughter
and the monster has performed its
:work. The icy lips of the mother
. are pressed to the icy lips of the dead
lbaby. A life goes out to its God ill
‘3 sighed prayer, and all is over.
i,
bowed down by the. touchesof u re,- .
death angel came and visited their
GREAT GRUMBLERS.
crumbling Will Crase it No Walk People
Follow This Cllllulils Atvuw.
When the kidneys are sick they
grumble.
You hear them clear through the
back.
You feel. them clear through the
body.
They grumble when over-taxed.
Know how the kidneys grumble ?
It’s a simple thing, your back will
tell you.
Boo. ale-he is the first grumbling
warning. ‘ , ~
The kidneys give it, and if you heel]
it not,
Look out for trouble; it will surely
come.
Urinary trouble, kidney trouble and
many miseries.
Doan’s Kidney Pills are made for
' kidneys Olly.
They cure every firm of kidney ill
The experience of Norwalk people
proves this.
Here’s a. case in point: '
Mrs. John Grace, of 32 Plaitujiiillc
avenue, says: “ I am well up in yours
and for quite a 1071;: while I suffered
with my back and kidneys. The pain
often extended down into my limbsand
was< frequently so severe that. lsup‘
posed I had rheumatism. I was ad-
vised to use Doan’s Kidney Pills and
propured 3'_ bllv'x at. Hale’s drug store
.lnow Glend’ehiing & Co’s), and began
talking thlDlx I think theupills are a
a good thing; they cured me,”
Doan’s Pills for sale by all death
el's. Price 50 cents. Mailed by [feeler-
Milburn (30., Buffalo, N. Y.,sole agents
for the U. S. Remember the name
Doan’s and take no substitute.
Queer Funeral Mistakes in Maine.
There have been some queer mis-
takes made, of all kinds, but this is
one of the most unusual and undesir-
able, although l‘l’o real harm was done:
A man, one time“ prominent 'in profes-
sional life of this city, died. He was
a member of a certain society in this
city, which sent representatives to the
funeral. The members of the organ-
ization were notified of the death of
their fellow member by postal cards
sent out by the Secretary. One of the:
cards was addressedfio and delivered?
at the late‘lresid-ence of the dead’ merril-
ber,‘ inviting him to attend his: own
obsequies. A similar incident was; if
anything. worse. A member of a so
cret society died and his fellows were
notified of his death and the time and
place of the funeral, as usual. A card
was delivered at the address of the
dead man. directed to him in his own
handwriting! He had been the Secre-
tary of the organization and had ad-
dressed sets of postal cards to the
members at his leisure. When a mem-
ber died, a set of the addressed cards
were sent to the printer. who printed
the name of the deceased member on
the back with the other matter used
in the notice. So when the Secretary
died hls'ass‘istarrt or successor sent a
set of the cards to the printer, so that
the dead man was sent one addressed
by his own hand—Portland Express.
Buttons Extensively Used. ‘
It is officially announced. that buttons
will be extensively used wherever pos-
sible, and that they will, as a rule, be of
considerable size—not always round,'
but oval, square, "and oblong also.
Cameo effects, it is said, will reappear,
some of these buttons surrounded by a.
circle of Rhinestones or very fine—cut
French brilliants. Buttons with buckles
to match of real gold and real silver
will be used. Many years ago the craze
for cheap buttons reached an extrava-
gant height, from three to five dozen
‘ sometimes trimming a single gown,
and tons of metal buttons were manu-
factured to supply the demand. Nowa-
days, if buttons are worn as ornaments,
they must be artistic and valuable. The
cheap, showy kinds have departed to
the limbo to which wax flowers, wool
mats, shell ornaments, and crochet an-
timacassars are banished.
Yokes and Gl'uiimpes.
Ladlies' cloth, very light in weight
and of exquisite velvet-like surface, in
ivory or cream-white, geranium or mil-
itary red, pale dahlia, or old rose, at-
ange, and fawn colon-is much used for
guimpes or yokes on tailor costumes of
broadcloth, and when a. lighter fabric
is preferred, tucked corded silk or crys—
tal bengaline in similar colors is used.
Some of the cloth yokes are left plain;
others are overlaid with an entire sec-
ond yoke of open-work silk applique,
passementerie, or braiding. 0n evening
toilets, nets, soft Liberty satlns, India
silks, chiffon, and crepe de Chine are
variously used for yokes or guimpes,
and many times the sash or folded
girdle and little sleeve puffs are formed,
of corresponding material.
The chick that feathers slowly is,
as a rule, hardy and can stand more
hardships than others, for the reason
that its slow feathering does not tax
its vitality. When fully matured. such
chicks become better feathered than
the others and endure the winter bet—
'ter. Asiatics- are'slow in getting their
feathers, but the Langshans take on
their plumage a little earlier than thl.‘
Cochins or Brahmas. Slow feathering
is an advantage rather than otherwise.
filter the blood and sift the acids
, and impurities from it: When the
kidneys are diseased, the blood be- ‘
comes‘ impme‘. and then rheu-
matism, uropsy, uremia and other
diseases follow. To cure the kid-
neys, they should be stimulated
IFwTilflhE/KIDNEYS HOSTETTEB,
STGMACH '
HEALTHY,
aHlnHl's, uls-
EASE MAY
ARE NOT KEPI .
ATTACK THEM. BlTTERS
gof them today. Aunt
* A NEIGHeoRLY CALL ‘
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“Dill," said Aunt Maria, the" day
after Dill began her visit. “I want
you to do an errand for me."
“All right, Auntie,” said Dill, jump.
ing up and seizing her hat. She
wasn't the girl to refuse to do anv-
thing helpful.
“Our seamstress,” said her aunt, “is
very poor, and has to support her
lame mother and her own little girl.
'She cannot get much _work, and is
worried all the time. Her birthday
and her mother’s and the little girl’s
birthday all come on the same day,
and it is this very day. I am going
to give her my geranium, which isn’t
much. But Mrs. Grace has white
chrysanthemums. and she will give
me some, I know, if you will go after
them.”
“I’ll go," said Dill.
she live?” _'
“W'ell,” said her aunt, “as you $6:
turn first to the left, walk two blocks
-—no, three blocks-«then turn to the
right, and the third house you will
see Chrysanthemums in the yard.
That is the place. Tell Mrs. Grace
albout the birthdays and ask for some
flowers.“
Dill started out, well pleased with
be: errand. Ste liked to‘ be" trusted
and have responsibility; It was a
clear, sunny day, and the unfamiliar
town looked very pleasant. She turn-
ed to the left, walked two blocks,
and then turned to the right, but
there was no flowers in the third yard.
It was the fourth that glowed with
Chrysanthemums. red, White and yel-
low.
“Whose garden is this?" asked Dill
of a passerby, so as to be sure.
“Mrs. Gray’s,” said to.
So Dill stepped in and seeing a lady
and a little boy on the plum, she
Went to them and said, in be! bright
little confident way:
“My Aunt 'Ria says, will you please
give her some Chrysanthemums for
the seamstress, because she is poor
and her mother is lame, and her girl
little, and it is the birthday of all three
. . 'Ria, hasn’t
anything but geranium, but she will
5give them, and she said you would
give some flowers, she knew." '
“Who is your aunt?” asked the lady,
smiling. '
“Mrs. Marla- Avery, around two car-
ners from here. You don't know me,
because I only came yesterday. I'm
Dill Avery."
“Let’s. give her some flowers,
momma,” said the little boy.
“She says the seamstress gets worri-
ed, and don't have" work enough, and
the flowers may brighten her birth-
dlay,” con-tinned Dill.
“Now, Rupert," said“
“Where does
and we will go among the flowers."
So out they all went together among
the Chrysanthemums, which were cer-
tainly wonders; some tiny as buttons,
some just a sweet, natural size, and
some as big as oranges or even as big
as cocoanuts, Dill thought to herself.
den,” said Dill.
the frost.”
pert. “See, we pull the awning down
over them every night.
pansy bed. Mamma, I want to send
pansies to the poor lame woman."
“Very well,” said Iris mamma,
"bring a basket, and you may fill it
and carry it for Dill.”
There were Chrysanthemums, car-
nation-s, sweet peas, pansies and even
some late roses heaped up in that
basket before the gathering was done,
beside all that Dill had in her hand.
birthday,” said Rupert, exul'tantly.
“It will be a beautiful birthday,"‘
said Dill, “and we will tell her the
,
Grace.”
“Never mind that,” said the lady,
tightly. “Now, Rupert, help Dill carry
them home."
Aunt Maria had gone to the door
the third time to look for Dill, when
'she saw her turning the corner, with
a little boy in a velvet suit at her
side, hardly to be seen for the quanti-
ty of‘ flowers he carried.
“Have you been to paradise,.Dil-12’*
was an she could think of to say.
“No.” said Dill, merrily. “It was
just Mrs. Grace’s garden and there are
thousands more flowers left.”
“Which way did you go!” asked
Aunt Marla.
“Oh, just as you said. To the left.
then two blocks, and "then to the right.
But it was the fourth‘house, not the
third: and auntie, they have awnings
to cover tee flowers nights.”
“Child", said her aunt, “you have
been Veto-the Mayoral house, Mayor
Gray’s, and I never spoke to her in
my life, nor she to me!"
“I don’t care," said Dill, stoutly.
though the color flew into her cheeks.
“I don’t care, it. will make a beautiful
birthday!" ‘ .
So it did, indeed, and that was not
the end of it. Steady work and good
prices followed after, and no seam-
stress could carry a heavy heart who
had Mrs. Avery and the Mayor’s wife
both for customers.——Youth’s Compan-
ion.
Pat’s Objection to M’schinery.
Pat—Well, Dinnlis, I see they ain‘t
goin' to vote he meshaynery here.
afther all. p .
They’re maykin’ horseshoes be mesh-
aynery, they’re bakl-n’ bread by mesh-
liynery, and. they’re doin’ nearly every-
llh’lng be .m'eshlaynery, but still, Pat,
.we ain’t got to think who, we’re goin’
, to vote’fer be meshanery, so let’s have
lsomethin’ on it.——Cleveland Leader.
'.
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his mother, :
“let me get my gloves and scissors, S
“I never saw such a handsome gar- :
“In Melford, where j
I live, the flowers are all killed with _
“Frost can’t hurt ours,” said Ru- '
Here‘s our
“There, that will be a pretty good: .
flowers came from your garden, Mrs. '
‘Dennls—Fialith and I’m glad 0’ that. I
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