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r \ \ THE HOUSE WHERE I WAS HORN. of Round thv little ol<l devvrted house the noisome weeds are growing, And the wiud unhindered wanders through the broken eastern door; Every rafter, beam and sash and tiujjer marks of Time is showing, And I>eeay is running riot o’er the rub bish-covered floor. Here a rotting pillar staggers; there nu aged beam is fulling; Over yonder sags the mantelpiece, de jected and forlorn: There is helplessuess pathetic and the voice of Old Age calling From each crumbling bit of mortar in the house where 1 was born. They were happy days— tlod rest them — for my feet hud ne’er been straying Where the soul is bruised and broken by the brambles of turmoil; Ne'er the long years of anxiety my tern pies had been graying. Nor, my weary form bowed earth want ‘neath the heavy hand of toil: Karth was then a w ider palace. From the eastern wi dow gating l behold the new moon hanging like a shining silver horn; And far down upon the heavens bright the evening star was blueing; Both were shining, just to please me, o'er the house where l was bora. Here before the ancient fireplace, where the dust of years is lyiug, I first saw the future pictured as 1 watched the embers glow; lle re I lay in boyish dreaming, while the shadows flitting, flying. Were a hundred ghosts of fancy as they wandered to and fro: Little knew 1 of the universe which spread itself around me In a canopy of asure and a sea of waving corn; Ail my world wvis ou the hearthstone where my childhood dreaming found me; I was king— and my dominion was the house where 1 was born. I have passed from it forever. All the wonder and the glamour O f the little eastern window front the world have worn away: I have seen its disappointment; 1 have heard its empty clamor; And the house I once thought wonder ful— hew pitiful to d ay ! Rut who knows? Perhaps eternity may bring a realizing O f the things my fancy painted over childhood’s early morn; And. mayhap, the gift of prophecy was. after all, arising In nt.v heart wkeu I lay dreaming in the house where I was born. \ IN THE SH A D O W \ OF THE HILLS, Y7? B R E E Z E stirred th e foliage o f the trees at the base of the hills. The a ir had a touch of chill in i t for the October day in this Southw estern D akota country was drawing to its close. A man w as lying a t full length on the grass th at the early frost had touched and killed. T h e m an's hands were supporting his chin and his eyes were looking far off across the rolling prairies, which here met at the base of the B lack Hills. T here w as pain in the gazing eyes. T he voice o f a her mit thrush broke the silence. In s ta n t ly the look o f the m an’s eyes changed. Pleasure and surprise took th e place o f paiu. W hat a wonder w as this, a herm it thrush singing in October its song of the springtim e! T he man rose and looked toward the copse whence the sound cam e. T h ere sat fhe bird, its brown back reddened in the last rays o f the sun. The bird sang ecstatically fo r a full m inute; then sunset and silence. C aleb F ry e rose. He listened a mo ment, hoping to hear once more the voice of th at prince o f singers, hut no sound cam e save the slight rustling o f the russet leaves. Caleb F ry e turned and walked with sham bling gait e a st ward aw ay from the hills. He strode ou for tw enty minutes, and then, rounding a bit o f tim ber, cam e upon a great, ram bling ranch house. On the veranda w as a young woman hardly past gjrlhood. She waved him a w el come. which he answ ered w ith his hand, but in his eyes there cam e the look th at w as there before the thrush sang. Caleb F ry e lmd come to this D a kota country in search o f health. He w as a student bent on follow ing a life which m eant confinement. H e had broken down, and the doctors had sent him from New H am pshire to this far- off country to get his health. He was a homely man, young, it is true, hut looking old. H e w as thin to a tten u a tion and o f aw kw ard carriage. H is eyes did a little som ething toward re deeming his fa ce from positive ugli ness. for there lay in their depths som ething of gentleness. In the ranch house, the home o f old John D river and ills motherly wife, Caleb F ry e had made him self a fav or ite. T here he had met pretty F ran ces Darrow . the school-teacher, who madp her home there and refused to “hoard round” because she so dearly loved “ M other” Driver. Caleb F ry e had not known any woman intim ately in his whole life. He knew nothing o f them. He had had no time for anything hut tile studies which held him chained. H ere in the foothills he had the tim e and the opportunity, and he fell in love, hut he made no sign. Only a short tim e a fte r Caleb F ry e 's coming there had arrived from the E a s t a young fellow , handsome, attflet- lc and gifted by nature with every thing which had been withheld from Caleb F rye. Howard D eane had come to the ranch on a land prospecting errand. He was commissioned by some E a s t ern cap italists to buy. He made Joh n D river’s house his headquarters, and w ith the old ranchm an had looked over the whole territory for miles. H ow ard D eane should have le ft three weeks before, but he lingered. C aleb F ry e looked at F ran ces Darrow , and knew the reason for the lingering. As F ry e walked tow ard the house th at October evening, John D river, his w ife and D eane joined the girl on the porch. * “ W hat did you find to-day, Mr. F ry e 7” called D river to him. th o se sp rin g, w hite and it w « h n 1 h tak es down her by th e of th e out Joh n D river puled suddeuly. “ My Hod. m oth er!" lie said. ''B ill and 1 set a spring gun trap there last night for a hear. 1 meant to have told every- . laxly about It. hut I forgot.” C aleb F ry e shot out over the prairie. T he ruuchuiau ami Deane followed, ! hut striv e as they could they could not ; keep paee With the long limbed stu dent. who ran not as a man ruus. hut > ns a deer that Is hounded. C aleb F rye rounded the timber. Across tile upon he saw tlie girl w alk ing tow ard the spring He shouted gaspingly and ran on. T h e girl hoard and turned. She saw him coming and waved a hand encouragingly, thinking he was trying simply to overtake iter to w alk by iter side. She stooped to pick a flower, and the student gained some ground. Then lie shouted. “Stop, stop, the g n u !" Inn the ivtnd llore his words aw ay, and the girl did not un derstand. He could call no more. His voire w as spent with running, hut Ills limbs enrrled him on. The girl hud entered the huslies near the spring. T h e man tried once mere to call. Th e voice was a whisper, hut on lie ran. and in an other moment liud hurst Into the copse l i e saw the glistening o f the w ire of the trap T he girl w as within a foot o f It. il ls voice cm me back. “Stop !” Startled , she stumbled forward. F ry e sprang toward her. and In h flush was In front o f her. His foot caught, he sw ayed, and then there cam e a d eafen ing report. T he girl fell liaekward. fainting. T h e m an's hands were thrown into the air. and then he lay prostrate on the ground. Jo h n D river and Howard Deane raised hliu tenderly and curried him Into the open, pluclng him gently on the dry grass of the prairie. T h ere w as a gulfing wound in ills side. At th at instant the voice of n bird cam e from the thicket. Caleb Frye opened his eyes, " i t 's sum m er.” lie murmured. " I am going up tlie mountain putb; the herm it thrushes are singing.” In n moment his spirit was beyond the mountain top, and to him had come etern al sum m er ami eternal song.— Chicago Record Herald. I j C aleb F ry e held up a hunch o f white flowers. ” 1 found som ething rare.” j he said. "T h e m ’s weeds,” said the ranchm an. C aleb F ry e laughed. “ Th ey're weeds ; th at I'm mighty glad to g et.” he said. “T h is is rtie A ster linarilfollus. and I never before have been able to find any th at were white. Most o f them | are violet in color, and the w hite ones j are as rare as albino blackbird s.” “Y ou're a great one for flowers, birds and the like, Mr. F ry e ,” said the ranch man. "b u t I never could see anything in ’em, excepting one chokes the w heat . and the other steals the fru it.” "W e ll. I found som ething rarer than the a ster to-day,” answ ered the stu dent. “ I found n herm it thrush th at w as w illing to sing in Octol>er with all the sw eetness I have heard it sing in Ju n e on Mount W ashington, at the foot o f which I w as l»orn.” “Those flowers are lovely. Mr. F ry e,” said F ra n ce s Darrow . “even if Asthma | way." RACE W ITH A M O O SE. M r. Ju d k in s' Odd K itx riin ct H i g h w a y in M a in e . on ■ E rn est G. Judkins, hookkivpiT for the K ineo company, had a rem arkable exjierlen ce with a hull moose on the carriag e road to Deer Head Farm , two miles from here, early in the week. Mr. Ju d k in s was taking a morning ride, galloping along a level stretch, when the horse cam e to a sudden stand still with a Jolt and a snort. Looking ahead Mr. Ju d k in s saw a large hull moose feeding on the tender sprouts of the bushes growing by the roadside, not sixty yards aw ay. T h e moose ap parently did not m-e tlie horse and rider. Mr. Ju d k in s' first impulse was to ride th e moose down, hut he thought better of th is and hooted to a ttra c t the anim al's attention, and poatribljr frigh ten him from the road so th at lie could proceed, but the m«xise fed calm ly in . At th e end o f a few ininiit«« the beast moved down tin* road In search o f more food, and Mr. Ju d k in s followed at a r«-.-qie«-tfiil distance, hoot lug u ntil his throat w as hoarse. This process was repeated ovit h alf a mile o f road. At the end of th at d istance tlie moose faced about and ls-gan feeding tow ard Jh e horse and rider, casting an unconcerned look in their direction every now and then, and Mr. Ju d k in s' S A W H I M COM .NO A N D W A V E D A H A N D . steed did the backstop for a few nxls. T his was a little too much for the Mr. D river does call them weeds. Tell horseman, and, liecomlng Impatient, me where they grow, thut I may get he shouted to a ttra c t the atteiitl >n of some in a day or tw o.” th e moose, plunged spurs into his “They a re grow ing by the spring horse and made for tin* big unlmnl. Ju st beyond th a t bit o f sw am p where W ith the first leap of the horse the the big tree w as blown down in tlie in llfferent attitude o f the moos • ch an g la st storm .” ed to one o f concern, and, turning “I never knew so much o f nature, abruptly alsju t, he started down tlie Mr. F ry e ,” said H ow ard D eane, “hut road at a clum sy trot. T h is g:ive a n-w from the enjoym en t th a t you seem to and more interesting phase to tlie sit get out o f it I believe it must lie worth uation. and urging on ills horse Mr. cu ltivatin g. Home day I wish you'd Ju d k in s proceeded to have his sh are of teach me how to get into the good the s|Mirt. only hoping Hint the moose g races o f the M other.” would keep to the road. T h e moose T h a t night C aleb F ry e went to his obliged In this particular, and the room early. He studied for a while lirMse. being a good one. entered Into and then becam e restless. He wan the spirit of the race, lint try as lie dered out on to tin* porch and turned could the distal;«- - b tw ien him and the tin* corner o f the building. He heard fl-elng animal did not lessen mat rial- voices and listened involuntarily. The ly. voices were those o f Howard D'*ane “ I never saw .anything like It." snhl and F ra n ce s D arrow. l i e did not mean Mr. Ju d k in s to the New York Hun <-<>r- to listen, hut w iiat lie heard made him respond nt. “That great, un/nii ly a n i know th a t w hat had been in Ids heart mal trotted on a mad. as clum sily a s a razor! a«-k. and inalntnlm d ills In-ad m ust die. C aleb F ry e w ent to his room and with apparently no effort w hatever, threw liiin self on Ills lied. T he w in Willie my horse legged It for all th at dow w as open. Downward through w a s In him. I linil hoard that moose the night cam e the voices o f m igrat hml speeil, hut when I started nft«r ing birds. l i e beard tin* callin g of th at hull I would have laid ten to one plover and the “ch in k ” o f the b lack that I would overhaul him Inside of bird. “T h e birds a re flying from tlie 200 yards: th at I could have ridden all coming w in ter,” lie thought to him self, around him.” A fter a race covering fully h a lf a “but for m e the w inter lias already m ile the moose turned Into the forest come.” T h e n ex t morning the rnnchmnn and and disappeared. his two men guests stood on the porch. Yes, Cordelia, it's those who come M other D river cam e out. “W here's early to avoid the crowd th at make F ran ces, M other?” asked the ran ch the crowd. man. W hen a woman ca n 't think ot any “ Hhe’s Ju st le ft for school. Sh e went early because she w anted to g et some thing clss to do aha washes her hair. “ O ne of my daughter* had a terrible case of asthm a. We tried alm ost everything, but without re lief. We then tried Ayer’s Cherry Pectoral, and three and one-half hottlea cured h e r ,“ - Emma Jan e Entaminger, Langaviile. O . " P a , w h at's plantonh* love?” “ It'B generally a hunch o f trouble In dis g u ise."—C hicago Record Herald. wTlw E xp lan ation : "H e nays lie moves In t h . best society .” “So he d o e s ; he ow ns a furniture van " Sm art Set. Quit** Different. She And what would you he now If It weren’t for my money? Ha— A bachelor. T it Bits. P olitician — C ongratulations. Sarah, I'v e been nominated. Sarah (with do llghtt— H onestly? P olitician W hat differences docs th at m ake? Detroit I F ree Press D o c to r- W ant to get up. eh ? Ah. I thought my medicine would fetch you out o f bed. Tommy Yes. an* then, besides, 1 seen a etrciis poster. P h ila delphia Bulletin. T he Rew ard o f Economy K wot or — W h at’s that old saying? "T a k e care of the iiennles, a n d ------” N ew ltt And the dollars will take care of your heirs ! — Philadelphia Press. W ed erly —Why don't you g«*t mar ried ? Singleton— 1 can 't afford It. W ederly—C an't afford It! W hy, when 1 w as your age 1 was so poor that 1 had to m arry.—C hicago News. "I won't he good, said W illy. "T h en Santa Claus won't bring you any p resen t*." " W asn't I hail Inst year, and didn't I get more’n ev er?”— C incinnati Com met rial -Tribune. Knew what struck him: Daly — Ye were suustruel^, ye say ? Why mnu alive, the sun could never dlstigure a man'« fa«-e like that. R iley— Ye dou't know me sou, I>Hly. Brooklyn Life. Sword sw allow er: "Y es, Joh n has quit accepting Invitations to dinner at the B ag aley s'." He has? W hy, w hat's the m a tte r?" " f i e says tln-lr knives are no sharp they cut his mouth.” Kx. He— There Is one thing In particular I like atiout aplivsti-rs. Klie And what la th a t? II» —They never tiore a fel low by telling him how they ust-d to do and th at before he wan born.— New Yorker. D taabled: “ Why don't you eat your pie, C ncle R euben? Don’t you like pumpkin pie?" “ Yes. I like It all right, hut th at young woman you've got help in’ you around here took my knife a w a y ."—C hicago Record-Hern Id. Bride (disconsolately!— H alf my wad- dlng presents are chep plated things M other—Never mind, my d ear; no one will suspect It. I have hired two de tectiv es to make them selves conspicu ous w atching them .— New York W eek ly- I-aily Visitor (to little g irl)—W hat becam e o f the little kitten you had here once? L ittle O lrl— Why. huven't you heartl? Lndy Visitor No. W as he drow ned? L ittle (ilr l— W hy. no. It growed up to he a ca t.— Illustrated Bits. D ashaw ny— A few short hours ago I was sittin g with a girl, telling her she w as the only one !u all the worlil I ever loved, and so forth, and so forth. C leverton— And she believed you, didn't she? "H ow could she help It? Why, I believed It m y self."— L ife. M other— You enn't stay In this hot city . Why don’t you tell your husband you must go to a summer resort? Bride— I— I don't <lare. M other— Why not? Brid e— If he says "n o ," I will lie m iserable because I can ’t go. and If he says "y e s ” I will be mls<-rahle because he ean live without me.— New York W eekly. Settin g H im self R ight; “ W hat do you consider the g reatest o b je ct of In terest In E n glan d ?" askeil the Inter viewer. “ W ell,” answ ered the great lecturer from abroad, ”1 arrived here yesterday, and----------” “O f course,” exclaim ed the Interview er, apologetic ally, “ I m eant the greatest o b ject of Interest next to you rself.”—T lt-B Its. M iss B o stln g —I t couldn’t have been very com fortable autom ohlllng along thut hack road yesterday. Miss Flurt- ey— Oh! did you see Mr. Huggard and mo? Miss B ostln g — Yes, ami when I saw you, you were oscillating from one side to th e otli«*r. Miss F lu rtey — Oh, th a t’s a fib! T h e oscu lating was all on his side.— Philadelphia Press. T h e Dom inant Ja n ito r : Mrs. McCall — And w hat did you say your eldest hoy's full nam e w as? Mrs. De Coursey — M ichael Krunnigan De Coursey. Mrs. M cC all—W ell <*r— th a t's rather odd. Mrs. De Coursey— Yes. hut, you see, when he was horn we didn't want to move out. Mr. M ichael Rrannlgan was the Jnnltor. Philadelphia Press. T h e Strategy o f Sam uel: Proud F a th er— I tell you, sir, th at hoy «if mine will be a wonder! Friend (w ear ily)— W h at w onderful thing lias he done now? Proud F a th er— W hy, tlie other day he nte nil the preserves in th e pantry. I overheard him say, as he sm eared tin* c a t’s face w ith the stuff: “ I ’m s«irry, T«im. to do this, hut I can ’t have the old folks suspect me.”— Sm art Set. Ayer’s Cherry Pectoral certainly curcsmany cases of asthma. And it cures bronchitis, hoarseness, weak, lungs, whooping-cough, croup, w in te r co u g h s, night coughs, and hard colds. Tkrw «lirai Ik.. Me.. II. All «ranista. «'otiaull » « n r t o r t a i I f ) • h i « U k r It, t h a n ,l<> >■ h * l a y . I t ha tall a you n o i Io t a k a II. t h a n du u' l t a k a II. I l a kou wa. L a a t a II » I t h M m W . ara « l l l l u f J . C. A V K H CO . LaivaU , I Perrin’s Pile Specific The INTERNAL REMEDY No Cass Exists It Will Not Cars W ( km | Hew*, D r * * Haw * r u n by » t r a m • *r l i n e e n g i n e « , al»«» t h e In * » w m i l l tu« c h l n e r y , « t u m p p u l l e r » , w el l d r i l l i n g m a c h i n ery, etc , etc. w r i t e to r y o u r n g e d » R C IE R SO N M A CH IN ERY CO. I oat of Morriaon Sired Portland Oregon . UKkiiON <* S I. P o l i n . AND ] H i ì I c m ’ m tif ili Minna a m t ■!•» a r h o o l fnr « I r l « Mt-al losallon x p a r l o u e M i II-I imk M m larn • q u lp m .n l A e a d a m l e , 1 o l l a g a ! r,-• »r a l l o n an<l • n a e t a l i -o ur aaa M u . l r , Klo- r u i l o n . A r l in o h a r g a , , ( e p a r l a l l e t a lllti at ra ta -J i - a t a l '- g u e la a n -r lärm r, |* n> K v h r u a r y 1. lt»H. S ? K l.il A N O k T B M H i f m . P rliw tpal. ftxiX S **«<»«•*(*■* •-t««lk®<S- " l l i a v a kee n u « ln * C t t ll A H K I S fo r Ina -u n t a , w i t h « b l e b I b a r e «wen a f n t r i a d f o r • v a r t w e n t y y e a r « . a n d I r a n a a » t h a t ( aai a r a t a b a r a ( I r s i m a m o r a r a t ta f t b s n a n y o t h e r r e m a fly I b a v a a v e r t r i a d . I »halt r a r t a i n l » r a r o m - m e n l t h e m to m y I r l a n d s a a b e i n g a l l t h e y o r a represented ' T o u t O O l e A M b f c i g l o . IU. CANDY ■ w C A t T i n HA a s R t T i I t C , . bwdccueto TOA0« MAAN P l u a m t , Palatab le P o t e n t . T a a t e flood Do Qood, .Never Hlcfceo. W e a k e n nr (»ripe ) 0 r r#r '4Jc. ... CURE CONSTIPATION. ... H e f l a i Resssdy I t a g M y , rtUaffs, l e s l r ra l . »#• Tsrt, tM a n d g u a r a n t e e d by ali drug- NO-TO-BAC » Hold lata to i T H K T h b i f l n i l U M i Dr. C. Gee Wo W O N D ERFU L HOME TREA TM EN T Till» wonderful Oi l- ores* dfF'tor 1 « rail ed g re a t becau ae he cu re s people without o p e r a tion th a t an* gleet» up to die II** t urea with thoee wonderful Chi nese herhe, r«*ite, huda, ha rk e and vegeta ble s th a t ar e en ti re ly un- kn ow n to medical sc i e n c e In thla c o u n t r y . T hr o ug h the u«e of those harmleen r em e d i es this f am o us doctor know« the iM’tlon of over AOO different r e m edies, which he nurree afolly uses In different dlReasfR If e g u a r a n t e e s to c u r e r a t t a r h , a s t h m a. long, thr oa t, r h e u m a t l e m , ne rvousne* *. ■to m ac h, liver, kidney«, etc : has hu nd re ds of ir st lm on ia i* . 4 hargr*s mod erate . Call an«] •ee him. Pa t i e n t» out of the cit y write for bl an k" and c i r c u l a r « Hend st a m p . t'O N H U i/ T A T J o N KKKK. AU D H KN n The C. Gee Wo Chinese Medicine Co. 2 A i Alder S t . . P o rt la n d , O reg on , l y i l e u i i o u paper. J V* Washington Farmers and Stockmen Indorse Prussian Stock Food! READ TH E TH EY SPEAK F O L L O W IN G L E T T E R S . FOR TH EM S ELV ES . I kav« lined Pruentan Stock Food for t h e p««t t h r e e r e a r « f o r H op '*'«, r a t t l e Hhe«j> a m i Iflonrw. PRODUCING FOOD IT MAS HO ÉQUAL. 1 find I t a t h o r o u g h re n o v n to r ; l t Ione« tip thè «yatcni In generai ami putii new llfe and v ig o r In thè animai. In m y datry huatiieaa I fimi In every Instane« wlu-n fed ftccordlng to dlreetlon» lt- w ill I N C R E A 8 E thè fiow of m ilk lo n mnrketl degrec A I no witn yoiirtg animala, m ir e « In pnrtlcular that ero | *u h je ct to B C O U R 8 lTu«N lnn Htfx-k Food « III check thè rnalad y ns If liy mugic. 1 ha ve trled niittiy klntlN of fofela huf. rouittter l ’niN«l«n Stock Food tho B E S T on thè m arket t«. d'iy F é I I . (IliAK, Davon- p o r t , W hh I i . IT D O U B L E D Increate in M ilk . Hfnce mUng th « Prueelan Stock I <»««<1 » U h m y nill* h cow I fimi h o m n p p ly of milk I izih Inrrea*ed frorn O N E to l ’O K T I.A N I» H F .F .h C O ,, l 'o r t l m n d . C o ast A gents. O r.,