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THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BUILDING IN THE WOULD
'Shall I, wasting in despair,
"Die because a woman’s fair?
-Or make pale my cheeks with car»
’’Cause another’s rosy are?
Be she fairer than the day,
"Or the floW’ry meads in May,
If she thinks not well of me,
. What care I how fair she be!
Ram’s Horn Sounds a Warning; Not»
to the Unredeemed.
Be she good, or kind, or fair,
I will ne’er the more despair;
If she love me, this believe:
I will die ere .she shall grieve;
Xf she slight me when. I woo,
I can scorn and let her go.
It she be not fair for me,
"What care I for whom she be!
—George Wither (1588-1667).
It was noon. The dark, gray walls
of the old penitentiary were baking
in the rays of the burning sun, which
fell like searchlights through the little
windows into the narrow cells within.
The Inside walls, like the outside
ones, were cheerless and gray, with
nothing to relieve the monotony of
their blinds but printed copies of the
prison regulations, which. consisted
•only of the things prisoners were not
allowed to do.
The work went slowly, and the long
ing for the outside world, the blue
sky and the green fields grew In the
hearts of many of the hapless beings
behind lock and' bars. Nobody felt
less like working than the giant pris
oner in the second tier of cells, who
was feared of the wardens and his fel-
low prisoners because of his enormous
strength and violent temper. Just now
he was trying to make a basket, but
time and again his hands dropped
-down into his lap and he listened to
the regular knockings oh the water
pipes, which, like the wireless teleg-
Taphy, carried messages from cell to
A smile spread over the face of the
giant when he succeeded in putting
the letters together to words and the
words to sentences. Suddenly the
smile disappeared, and in its place
came a hard, almost ferocious expres-
Steps were heard outside In the
’hall. It was the turnkey. The con
STEPS 5VEBE HEABD OUTSIDE.
vict saw him,, so to speak, with his
cars, coming* down the long hall,
broad-shouldered, well-nourished and
•self-satisfied, carrying his bunch of
keys- in his hand.
What could he want here this time
of the day, when It .was the rule, never
to disturb the convicts? The giant
was literally foaming with fury. Was
he to be p.unlshed once more for some
petty violation of the rules?' ■ The
keepers always knew how to find
■fault In those they, did not like,
Nearer and nearer came the steps,
nnd now they stopped • outside the
-door, A thought shot like lightning
through the convict’s brain. The
turnkey was alonef Undoubtedly there
was not even a guard in the hall dur
ing the quiet noon hour. Behind the
loose brick in the wall was a sharp
piece, of iron, which he had sharpened
during the long months he had been
•confined to the cell.
Outside the sun was shining, the
birds were singing and the woods
were green. A key turned In the door.
The turnkey came in, but in the same
moment he fell to the ground as if
struck down by lightning. With ter-
rible -force the giant had burled the
sharp instrument In his temple.
The convict did not even look at
his victim. With staring eyes he
sneaked down the hall. Every mo
ment he stopped, listened and looked
He felt nothing but a great joy at
the success of his deed. Now the
road to freedom was open, the prison
door was open, there was no guard
The giant had now reached the yard.
It was as if heaven itself had decided
that he should be a free man. Near
the wall stood a chopping block and
a ladder. He placed- the ladder on top
of the block, vaulted over the • wall
and let himself fall down on the out
For a moment he laid «there abso
lutely quiet, without moving hand or
foot. Had he broken a limb in the fall?
No, he felt plainly that he was un
hurt, and he had only one thought—
to get away.
He jumped to his feet and ran as
fast as his trembling legs would carry
him across fields, over hedges and
fences, until he reached the woods,
panting and exhausted.
Completely tired out, he threw hlm-
THE TAJ MAHAL SEEN FROM THE GARDENS.
There has recently been hung in the marvelous tomb which Shah
Jehan erected to the memory of his wife a lamp which Lofd Curzon has
presented to this shrine of undying love. Lord Curzon gave it as “a last
tribute of respect to the. glories of Agra” whieh rise “like a vision of
eternal beauty” in his memory. The Illustration depicts much of the beauty
of this white wonder, which has been described as possessing the delicacy
of an opening rose.
Life is a serious
thing to the man
who takes it
the year of
flood, and it
have been the
weather that kill What does Swept William carry
When he goes out walking?-—A sugar
Abundant light transforms all ugli- cane.
What does Black-Eyed Susan use to
ness into beauty.
The young man who has no fixed keep her hair in order?—Cockscomb.
What form of entertainment is corn
purpose will soon be “fixed.”
among the flowers?—Hops.
Some people would tie dumb if they
What disease is common to young
couldn’t talk about themselves.
flowers ?—Nettle Rash.
To begin with a great purpose is the
On what does the Wandering Jew
first step toward a great career.
rest when tired?—Toadstools.
This world cannot do much for the Which parent made Johnny-jump-
man who has all his treasure here.
No man is strong who cannot say
What tree always uses the second I
no to himself whenever it should be personal pronoun?—Yew.
What tree is formed by two letters |
A good appetite And a robust diges of the alphabet?—L. M. (Elm.)
tion are a very present help in some What tree Is the most dapper?—
kinds of trouble.
Some people spend so much time in What tree is the sweetest?—Maple, ;
What tree is the most melancholy?
thinking about the thorns of life that
they miss all the roses.
What tree is proud of being a par
If the Bible emphasizes one thing ent?,—Papaw.
above another it is the importance of What tree is a sorry invalid?—Syca
having plenty of backbone.
The man who is praying for the What tree is used in building ma
Lord to come will be doing something terials?—Lime.
to help make the devil go.
What tree keeps one warm in
It won’t take a very long prayer to ter?—Fir.
bring fire from heaven when the brok What tree does history make
en down altars are first built up.
You can depend upon this, that no
Little Girl’s Wish.
matter what else the devil may do, he
can never separate a child of God from
the love of Christ.
THE FIRST ADVENTURE.
of the room in his pajamas with his
face all streaked and dirty as it was
when he went in.
“Mercy!” cried his mother. “I
thought you took a bath!”
“So I did!” answered Jamie scorn
fully. "A bully one!”
“But your face is black!” said his
!" Jamie smiled understanding-
My face is all right I have to
wash that in the morning, bath or no
bath. You don’t s’pose I’m going to
waste time bathing my face! I al-
ways begin just below my ears and
work down on my arms and legs; but
I always leave my face and hands—-
those ends I ’tend to in the morning.”
A WITTY PREACHER.
The Rev. Hugh Peters, who from
1636 to 1641 was settled in Salem,
Massachusetts, combined his duties as
a minister of religion with the busi
ness of trading so successfully that
he was spoken of in the colony as “the
father of our commerce and the found-
er of our trade.” He was also a man
of so much humor that after his death
a collection of his witty or humorous
sayings was published in book form.
It is interesting to recall that the Rev.
Mr. Peters was executed as a regicide.
He was not directly implicated in the
death of Charles I, but was accused of
encouraging the soldiers to cry out for
the blood of the King, whom he had
likened to Barabbas.
Mr. Peters had preached one morn
ing for two hours. The sands, in the
hour glass had run out He observed
it, and turning it over, said to his
hearers, “Come, let us have another
Preaching on devils entering into
swine, he said that the miracle illus-
trated three English proverbs:
One. That the devil will rather play
at small game than sit out.
Two. That those must needs go for
ward whom the devil drives.
Three. That at last he brought his
hogs to a fair market.
It was a favorite saying of Peters
that in Christendom there were neither
scholars enough, gentlemen enough,
nor Jews enough; for, said he, if there
were more scholars there would not be
so many plurallsts in the church; if
there were more gentry, so many born
would not be reckoned among them; if
there were more Jews, so many Chris
tians would not practice usury.
Once he preached, “Beware, young
men, of the three W’s—wine, women
and tobacco. Now tobacco, you will
say, does not begin with a W. But
what is tobacco but a weed?”
Discoursing one day on the advant
ages Christians had in having the
gospel preached to them—“Verily,”
said he, “the Word hath a free passage
amongst you, for it goes in-at one ear
and out at the other.”
Again, from the pulpit: “England
will never prosper till one hundred
and fifty are taken away.” The ex
planation is LLL—Lords, Lawyers and
Preaching on the subject of duties,
Peters said, “Observe the three fools
in tlie gospel, who, being bld to the
wedding supper, every one had his ex
"One. He that had hired a farm and
must go and see it.. Had he not been
a fool, he would have seen it before
“Two. He that had bought a yoke
of oxen and must go try them. Ha
also was a fool, because he did not
try them before he bought them.
“Three. He that married a wife,
and without complement said he could
not come. He, too, was a fool, for he
showed that one woman drew him
away more than a whole yoke of
oxen did the former.”
One rainy day Oliver Cromwell of
fered Peters his great coat.
“No, thank you,” replied his chap
lain, “I would not be in your coat for
a thousand pounds.”
Describing his childhood in Ken
tucky, the late Prof. N. S. Shaler, in
the Atlantic Monthly, wrote that the
self down in the grass under a shady naked and stretched by the wrists and first recollection he had of places out
beech tree, and, half asleep, looked feet in the air among the four stakes, side the home grounds was of the
through the green foliage at the blue to which he was lashed. Then the In parade ground and the soldiers of a
dians made a great heap of unslaked government post near: at hand, and
sky and the white clouds beyond.
A sinner to whom the gates of lime under the wretched man’s body, above all of the music and the bugle
«heaven had opened could feel no hap and when the heap touched his breast calls. The earliest place of any kind
and sides they poured water over it of activity that he could recall was
pier than he did.
But only a short hour was given until the scalding steam of the burn an adventure with the musician who
ing lime had cooked all the flesh from beat the drum of the barrack’s band.
him to enjoy his liberty.
I wish my hair was like a boy’s,
“It was my delight to see the band
Suddenly he heard a noise of many the bones. Then they took the bones
As short as short can be.
voices, footsteps and excited signals. and threw them .into a hole on the march round the parade ground, and
For when I stop to lie It back
my cherished ambition to have a
He jumped to his feet, picked up a mountain side.
I miss the game, you see.
And so was the stain of the mur whack at the drum. So, craftily, stick ■Child
heavy branch lying close to- him in
the grass, and, brandishing it around dered man’s blood covered and venge in hand, I hid behind a boxed tree
his head; he disappeared in the woods. ance was wrought by the Indians in and managed to get in a stroke, only
Too many men were following him, behalf of “the white stranger who was to be bowled over by the irate drum Bebe is sure that grandmother’s gar
however. Five minutes later the giant good and loved flowers.”—Mexican mer. I could not have been more than den is the loveliest garden a boy ever
four years old at the time, yet the played in. On. one side a white picket
lay bound and gagged on the ground, Exchange.
delight of that deed stays by me.
with a rifle bullet in one leg.
fence shuts off the garden from the
“When I was about five, the muster- street. In the center is a star-shaped
He was carried back to the peniten
tiary in triumph.
flower-bed, and all the other beds fit
on, and the barracks were overfilled, in a pattern round this one, separated
The inspector ■Stood , in his office be
so that considerable hordes of troops from it by narrow paths. When Bebe
By Clarence L. Cullen.
hind» the rail and looked at him
were encamped in the open fields visits grandmother in the summer, he
which adjoined. it. On these fields, finds the garden a pleasant playground
The convict, who was now chained
hand' and foot, cast down his eyes and
The approaching census will not then pastures, one of the horse bat and the flowers delightful playmates.
seemed absolutely ■ broken. He mum state how many myriads of married teries, I believe, Ringold’s, was for
“Mother,” said Bebe one day, "I
bled something to himself, which couples are living together just out of some time drilled.
like to play in the garden this
“I was then exempt from the care afternoon.
sounded like an excuse: “Why did he the force of habit.
of a nurse, and could run about afoot
"Bebe,” said mother, "you may play
Some women like to make their hus or on a pony. The movements of this
A shadow of sincere sorrow came bands go to Church on Sunday morn
in the garden this afternoon, but do
into the Inspector’s face as he answer ing just to show their neighbors that command filled my little soul with not play too long, for we are going to
wonder; there I gained my first sense Aunt Myra’s to tea.”
ed in an almost inaudible voice: “I they can make ’em.
of the power of men in action, that
sent him to bring you here that I
“I like to go to Aunt Myra’s to tea,”
primitive might of war which Im said
might inform you that you had been
Bebe, “for there is always a little
round cake for me to bring home, be
Then the murderer was led back to
pretend that they enjoy it.
“I well repiember my longing for cause I can’t eat it at night. How
his cell.—Philadelphia Bulletin.
I know how long too long is?”
A woman just knows that a doctor the unapproachable splendor of the shall
"When the little white blossoms in
AN INDIAN MURDERER.
the bed shaped like a crescent moon
sion if he has fine white teeth and bee- seemed to me a supernatural being. open
it will be time to come in,” said
Oddly enough fifteen years thereafter '
you-tifully kept finger nails.
His Fearful Punishment by a Primi
What no man can understand: How
“I know the moon-shaped bed,” said
tive Mexican Tribe.
wife can hide two suits of pajamas battery on the same field, to find it , Bebe, “but the little blossoms in it are
Speaking of primitive law among his
in his suit case so that he can’t, ever tedious drudgery, with moments of only
buds. I saw them yesterday
the Mexican Indians brings to mind a find them without a search warrant high life when by chance the work, '
morning and I saw them this morning
curious case that was told me some and a writ of replevin.
all shut tight.”
years ago in the State of Oaxaca by
The main reason why a woman does
"This afternoon,” said mother, “you
Usé Soap as Economy,
an old Zapoteca chief who had become
not like her husband’s bachelor friends
a convert to Christianity.
Soap in' its modern form seems will see them all open.”
He said that a long while ago an is that she knows that they know a rather to be an evolution of economy Bebe went Into the garden to play.
American botanist was traveling heap of things about him that she and commercial convenience than an First he' went to the bed of the sleepy
Comfort in Sod Houses.
through the mountains of Oaxaca doesn’t know and that they’ll never evidence of a great accession to flowers.
read that a family lives in
studying the rare and beautiful flora tell .her.
cleanliness, The rich to-day in their
When a woman wants to make an- homes use unguents, oils, meals and moon it is always night! Wake up!” a sod house you may conclude that
of that region. He had with him a
poverty compels it, but this is not true
mozo from another part of the c'oun- other woman feel worried about her bath powders in preference to it.'. A said Bebe; but not a flower stirred.
new dress she says: “It’s quite pretty lather is not in this age as pictur Bebe pushed his way among the on. the Canadian prairies, where sod
houses are the advance agent of pros-
He carried several gold pieces —but do you think it’s exactly your esque as the old method, when a
sewed in the lining of his jacket. The color?” Or: "It fits real well—er—in slave poured liquid soap over her mis walks, chatting with their neighbors. perity.
He called on the foxglove, coxcomb,
The homsteader who obtains, a slice
mozo became aware of that fact, and the back, doesn’t it?”
tress from a costly jar before the fair
’s delight, larkspur, bouncing bet, of that: rich wheat land doesn’t wait
one day when the botanist got down
You’re in pretty bad when your wife bather stepped down into the water. lady
sweet william and baby’s breath, and to build a regular house before start
On his knees to drink at a little spring (without your ever knowing it) brags
then he looked again at the blossbms
A Permanent Thing;-
the mozo cut his head Off with a to her women cronies that she can
which were to tell him when to get ing to grab riches from the soil, Even
machette, took the gold pieces and make you do anything she wants‘sim “You have stated,”, said the badger ready for tèa.
if he were minded to build he would
fled to the higher sierras.
ply by opening her tear ducts at the ing lawyer to a witness, "that you “Oh!” said.Bebe. “Good afternoon!” have difficulty in doing it, for there
were born in 1886. Now you say you
■ Not long after the body was found psychological moment.
is no lumber handy. So it is better
were born in'1887. An incriminating for one little flower peered at him to wait until the locomotive catches
by some Zapoteca Indians who had
When women themselves writs discrepancy—though perhaps you may from a sleepy, half-open eye.
seen the botanist in former days about women's “mystery” and their
"Have you had a pleasant nap, up.
studying the flowers and plants near “intuition” and their other fancied be able to explain it.”
If you start out from any of the
” asked Bebe of another
“Certainly I can explain it,” re
their village. They knew that he was .etherealnesses the effect is about as
flower, which wag beginning to stretch towns which are springing up almost
a harmless and good man because he ridiculous as it would be if men were
its petals. Then, as he watched, he overnight in the fertile stretches of
loved flowers. All Mexican Indians to brag of their biceps and the aqui congruity there. I was born in 1886 saw the blossoms slowly,^slowly open, Saskatchewan or Alberta you will
and just stayed born. Why, I’m born
love flowers. So they took the body to line contour of their noses.
one after another, and he knew it was strike first well-ordered farms and sub
the chief and told him what they had
time to go into the house to get ready stantial houses, but if you get away
seen and found. “What!” he said.
Just the Name,
for tea at Aunt Myra’s, where there is ten miles or more the sod houses will
"Shall the. kind Stranger with the
Gunner—That’s a fine-looking apart always a little round cake for a boy begin to appear, the New York Sun
Professor Cube Root’s class of geo-
white face who loved flowers and metrical geniuses were receiving in ment house over there.
to take home.
sought not our goods nor Insulted our structions.
It is not unusual to see signs of
Guyer—Yes, it? is occupied by theat “Why did they sleep so long and
They were first taught
women come to such a dog’s death that a circle was a thing like this— rical people. Called a Court, too.
Ittxury about these sod houses. They
wake so late, mother?” asked Bebe.
among us and be not avenged?”
Gunner—Ah, something fancy, like “All last night they watched in the are comfortable abiding places, cool in
d. They then learned that a straight
He then dispatched four swift In line was one without wabbles in it, "Duke’s Court,” or '"King’s Court,” I garden until the morning glories summer and warm in winter.
dian runners in different directions so ———. _
came on'duty bright and early in the
Onions Cure Nervousness.
with orders not to return without the
Guyer—No, it is called “Divorce morning,” said mother. “All day to
“Now, boys,” said Professor Root,
Onions are almost the best nervine
murderer. After a week’s time they "can any of you describe to me what Court.”—Chicago News. •
day they slept, until four o’clock this
returned bearing thè malefactor bound a half circle is like?”
afternoon. Because they always wake known. No medicine, it is claimed,
Any Banditti in Our TownT
in their midSt. A council of old men
at four o’clock they are called four is so useful in cases of nervous pros
Up shot half a dozen grasping
was called, and the case was exam hands.
o’clocks, and they are the little night tration, and there is nothing else that
ditti, multiplied by suocess and im
ined. The guilt of the mozo was
“Well, Teddy,” said Professor Root, punity, publicly defy, Instead of elud watchmen of the garden.”—Youth’s will relieve so quickly and tone up
a wornout system. Onions are help
proved, as he still had with him the 'let’s hear your definition of a half
ing, the justice of their country, we
ful In all cases of coughs, colds and
strange pieces of gold.
Then the old chief gave the sen-
"Please, sir,” answered Teddy, “it’s weakness of the government is felt . It was Jamie’s bath night. He had influenza, and If eaten regularly are
very good -for the complexion.
tenee.- It was speedily performed. a straight line caught bending.”—%
and abased by the lowest ranks of the several each week and he hated them
They led the trembling murderer to London Express.
Some men never realize what con
ill. On this particular night, once
the center of the little plaza. There
stitutional liars they are until they
Every woman hates the word “fe
four green stakes were driven in the
Airs assumed by the self-made man | tub for a full half hour, then his are compelled to make an unusual
ground. The murderer was stripped male.”
are mostly fresh aira
mother haled him forth. He came out effort to tell the truth.