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THE DIFFERENCE. Two women stand at a cradle aid?. And gaze on a picture fair. A nestling child, with dark fringed ejes. Where lurk, the deep-toned blue of the skies. And shining, tun touched hair. -One of them aee but a sleeping child Clasping a battered doIL Bhe notes the beauty of form and face. And the rich effect of the priceless luce On the carj-en cradle that' all. Bhe kisses th babe as she tarries awhile: Then turns away with a careless uiilc. The other gazes with misty eyes. And the cradle fades away. Before her stretches the path of life. With all the peril and toil and strife, t And the dinners of every day. She sees the tiny form growu strong, .And the tender heart grown cold In the race for pleasure that ends in ! pain. The enger KtrngRle 'twist loss and gain. The hiHdd'niiig queKt for gold. And she sobs a prayer. "O God. that Thou Would'st keep him ever as pure as now!" These women stand in the self-same place; They are not unlik in form and face; They see the same child in a wee white vcot; ; But one is n mother and one is not. Boston Globe. t The Young Curate. 1 X E looked for the most part Jr-ll straight In front of liim as they wniked across the Held Bide by side. His forehead was puckered, his uioutR set, his peculiarly youthful face paler than Its wout. "Life," he said. "is such a huge responsibility." Uncon selousiy his voice took the dogmatic tone which so often characterized it In the performance of bis clerical duties. "Life Is such a serious matter; I do not think we half realize Its tremendous seriousness." "Talklng--of er tigers?" said she. His voice dropped to one of surprise, almost of Irritation. "What do you nieauV" he asked. . "I haven't grasped the connection,' she said. "It Is only when I am In pain that I feel like that." Plainly he wns seriously affected, for he even Ignored her frivolous aside. 'The longer ,1 live," he went on, "the more I am impressed by what I feel convinced is the crying evil of the 'day, this 'growing tendency to treat every thing lightly, to turn our most sacred aspirations Into a mere matter to joke about. This world Is not a playground; this life. Is not a schoolboy's holiday; and this modern craze for hiding the unsightly under a veil of laughter is an utterly false Interpretation of our duty, both to ourselves, and to others AVho are we, always to enjoy ourselves? What have we done to earn the prim rose paths, the easy passage? There Is a beauty In renunciation;" he paused a moment, and his voice bad grown soft , and a little husky. "Oh, what is it?" she asked. "There must be something!" she continued. "Has the .vicar" here she snriled. al though unwillingly "has bis reverence been Insisting on the fifteen minutes limit for your Rertuons again?" "No," be said shortly, and fiercely conquered the 'temptation to Join her In smiles. "It must be something," she insisted. "It Is not, It cannot be, dismissal?" she Inquired. "Won't you tell me?" she pleaded, and now her smiles were nil banished, her sweet eyes turned ou him In sympathetic alarm. "You can trust me," she added; "and It might be a re lief." So he told her. It was in his nature i to wrap his meaning in many words, to erect side altars of sacrifice in unex pected places. But the girl he ad dressed did not miss the sense of what he said, because of the digressions. She stripped away the hangings and saw his simple plan of life laid bare. This was the trouble, that he was vowing himself to celibacy without a special call In that direction; rather from what she gladly gathered, with a strong, tur bulent leaning toward the married state as a preference. And the high aims formed a cloak of righteousness to cover the wound from his own eyes, but a lack of means formed the real reason. With a widowed mother to support, and very little beyond his curate's stipend to depend upon, what room was there in his narrow life for the contracting of new ties? She had given him an expensive education and had lately lost almost her entire In come. So had she not a claim on him Impossible to set aside? ' The girl at his side, her smiles for gotten, was forced reluctantly to agree with him in every particular, except she being of a practical nature with regard to the cloak qf righteousness. And even that device she considered charming In him. "You couldn't neglect your mother for any one," she said, bravely. "No," he admitted; "no, that's true." "So you are forced to make a duty of necessity," she said. He waited a moment, repeating her words over to himself as though, he had not reached their meaning. "It is the mother of Invention," she put in quickly. "And I like you," she went on, with a change of tone, "so much better for your devotion to duty. Yes, I do." Her last words banished his perplex ity. They also awoke to outcry the man's heart, beating wildly beneath the correct clerical coat. "But it Is so hard," he said between his clenched teeth "sometimes, my darling, almost more than I can bear!" Her eyes looked no reproach at him for the words he should not have spoken. "Give me," he said, "one crumb of ' consolation to help me through the empty days. If there bad not been this plain, straight way of duty for me, could you " . "Yes, oh, yes!" she said. "I bad to speak?" he questioned. "I can bear It better," she said, "since you have spoken." "If love were all?" "Nothing else could make me love you like this," said she. Only bis look thanked her. "Now." be said, "you must forget that once I was tempted to play the man. You must only remember me as the conceit ed young curate who tried " "Don't!" she exclaimed, "don't hurt me like that!" "Take your own way. then," be whis pered, with a wintry smile. "And bless you always, my one love. You alone bold my secret safe with you." "Dear God; how safe!" she cried. And so they parted. It was the only way. , ' But that was not the only confidence with which she was honored at about this time, and, strangely enough, it was the curate's mother who next put her p.jwers of secret keeping to the test. She prefaced her confession with a touch of flattery. "I feel I must tell some one, my dear," she said. "I shall feel better then. And there Is no one I could tell so easily as you, with so great assur ance of sympathy and understanding"' She was young to the mother of her big son, very good-looking, very attrac tive In manners still. She smiled at the girl, while the girl winced, because she knew that smile so well ou an other face. "I hope you will not laugh at me for a silly old goose!" - "As if I should!" "I don't know- wait and see. I sup pose that In your idea, no one could possibly fall In love after well, thirty-five?" "Oh, why not?" "Very well tried, dear! Very credit ably said! But I am more than thirty five and I nm In love. I don't wonder you start." "I don't think I did!" "Not badly! But there, I don't want you to think that because experience has taught me to laugh In the face of misfortune, I cannot still feel. Child, there is no love like a late love for tear ing your heartstrings. Practice helps to make perfect; perhaps I don't know. Women love and innrry and live hap pily ever after hundreds of women do that. But I have had experience, and I know what I am saying is true, that not one woman In a hundred ever finds her Ideal as I, so late, have found mine." "Oh," said the girl, "doesn't he doesn't he forgive my asking but doesn't he love you?" "Yes, dear, that's not the barrier. I think at my age, you know, a failure to return my affection would have marred the picture In the beginning, have broken up the likeness to the Ideal too soon,4 would have stayed the springs of love before much harm had been done. No, I am spared that. But I think you know how .1 have lived for and in my son ever since his father died. I have brought hiro up to honor bis dead father beyond all living men. How can I now acknowledge to him that a great er than his father has arisen for me? How can I publicly set another In the place death has made sacred? Wouldn't it b? like sacrilege In bis eyes? The seed I sowed in my boy's heart has flourished beyond belief his very love of me is entwined with It. If I struck at the one, might I not endanger the other?" She waited a moment, but the girl had nothing to say, and she went on again, speaking rapidly, her voice vibrating. "They say I've spoilt him. If so. It is only in little things he has a heart of goid; but even for the little things I must bear my punishment. And who can measure the temptation a woman has to face left alone In the world with her child to pet and humor him, to make herself indispensable to hhn at any cost even at some cost to the beloved object? I haven't had a thought apart from him uutil lately, and he had always known It. Now the habit of years has blinded blur, he sees what he has seen so long how many of us do that? and not what Is actually before him his father first in the far away and be always first and dearest in the present. We have been so much to each other, so much more than ouly mother and son, when there are others to share the affection each has to give, I am a coward, I cannot tell my son be Is no longer first. I have set ulin before everything all these years, and and now I must do so until the end.'' Tbe girl summoned all her store of courage to her aid. "But If he should think of marrying himself, wouldn't that make a differ ence?" "That would, of course. He would not need me In the same way, then." Yet even at the thought her tone trem bled a little, so strong ou her were the chains of the past. "But be Is such a boy for his age. He wou't think of such a thing for years The man who loves me now will find me an old wom an when my boy goes a-woolng. We are old lovers as It Is I cannot bid him wait." "He, your son, does not seem such a boy to others as to you, perhaps?" "You think that because you are so young yourself, dear girl. And how patient you have been to me!" she said, coming back to her accustomed con sideration for her companion. "Some times I have felt I must speak, just once, or It would kill me and now I have spoken. You will respect my con fidence, I know." "Yes," said the girl, "yes." She added as best she could the expression of her sympathy, hating herself for the bald ness of her words, the preoccupation she could not banish from her manner. But the other bad her owu preoccupa tiou, and seemed to find nothing lack lug. These were the questions which trou tied her, filled her waklug thoughts, s.nt her restless to bed was she Justi fied In disregarding the confidence re posed in her by two ieople for the sake of saving four lives from sacrifice? If she decided to trample on ber own hon or, at the desperate pleading of ber own heart, should she betray the moth er to the son. or the son to the mother? Was there no other way of accom plishing an end so keenly desired? It seemed not: and so she waited on in I indecision, although to wait was as 1 bard a thing as she could do. And while she still waited she be- came the victim of yet another confi dence, this time from a man again, but middle-aged and iron gray. "You look a stnslble little girl," he began, abruptly.' "Are you?" "I hope so!" She smiled. "Then, although we don't know much of each other, youil forgive me for ask ing you a question or two which may seem beyond my limit, believing that Impertinence Is the last thing prompt ing me." Suddenly n rested In Interest, the girl nodded. "Til mi TV 1 11 irmi fil 1 mu If ran aval get below the surface, as It were, in those long and seemingly confideuthil talks you have with our young curate?" , "Have you a right to ask?" i "I have, at any rate, a large Interest at stake." I "That Rounds almost the same thing. . I am afraid of what I may and may not . say: but I don't see, at this moment, ' any reason why I should not speak the truth." "Then you have?" "Sometimes." she admitted. "Once in particular, perhaps?" "I must not tell you." "Never mind: that tells me, without your committing yourself, what Twant to know." He smiled and turned to her with a greater show of hopefulness. "Honor me," he said, "by listening a few minute's. I have It from his mother that our young curate Is not likely to think of marrying for a long time. 1 Now, I nm very anxious to marry his mother myself, and It seems, unless be can be burrted Into matrimony clear ed out of the way, In fnct, and provided with a woman to worship him I shall never carry out my wish. She thinks she has disposed of me she Is the best woman the world holds but she evi dently a little bit underrates my power of perseverance. When I want a thing I generally worry around until I get it. ! I told her so; but I fancy she took It as an Idle boast, excusable ouly because j of the speaker. Also I fancy she has I not watched you and our curate In ' conversation. ,Now, I have." I "What are you golug to do?" gasped the girl. "I am going to tell our curate how matters stand between bis mother and myself; he Is between and " . "She didn't bind you to secrecy?" "I have forgotten It If she did. And if she did, she will forgive me 'by re sults,' or 1 don't know her." "And If there are no satisfactory re sults, she wou't know anything about it?" . "Of course not. I thought you could help me." She looked at the man's firm mouth, bis pleasant, kindly eyes. ."I want to help you much more than I've helped you nt present," she said. "But I can't get the woman I want unless I can secure a bride for Cur curate clear blm out of the way." "Don't talk of him like that," she laughed. "And a troublesome conscience won't let me go to him after watching him follow you about with his eyes, unless I can hold out some sort of hope that he would be successful In yielding to my prompting In proposing to you, In fact, to er clear the way for me." "Can't you?" she blushed and smiled. "I should not like to. Look here, little girl, I sm safe as a house: you can very well trust me. Has be told you be loves you?" "Oh, why." she cried, "must you put it round that way?" The smile deepened slowly In the pleasant, kindly eyes. "I am open to correction," be said. "Do you love our curate enough to share, his small in come with such additions as a step father might be permitted to make to !it?" "I love him enough to take him with out a penny If I got the chance." "Well done. Utile girl! Then 1 11 man age It I'll settle things for the four of us out of band." And this Is whnt he did. London World. No Offense Intended. At the exhibition of the International Live Stock Association In Chicago last fall a portly old gentleman remarked to one of the men In charge of the cattle department, "You don't call this the 'fat stock show any more, It seems." "No," replied the other. "It's quality that counts with us now, and not quan tity. You can put fat on any kind of an animal, and after It's all done he's nothing but a big, fat I I I beg par don, sir! I I hadu't noticed I didn't mean " The portly old gentleman had begun to turn red, and the attempted apology only made the matter worse. After an Ineffectual effort to express himself he waddled on, In speechless Indignation. ' A Qnibbler. "Would you quit smoking for my sake?" asked she. "Certainly," answered the cold blooded man; "If there were any occa sion for it. But I fall to see why I should begin smoking for your sake In the first place." Washington Star. POVERTY MADE HER SING mmm err a-- ADELIXA PATTI-KICOLINI-CEDERSTBOH. OrpHE promise of $3,000 per night has proven sufficient temptation to jP cause Mnie. Adeliua Patti. Baroness of Cederstrom, to agree to leave her home in Sweden and her castle of Cratg-y-uos In Wales, In the near future and revisit this country, During the few mouths she will be In America It Is estimated that the great diva will Increase a fortune already amounting to several millions by at least half a million more. For over forty years Pattl's marvelous voice has thrilled hundreds of audiences and she has passed from one triumph to- another, adding, year by year, to the fortune which she started to lay by In the earlier days of her career. And what could be more striking than the contrast between the picture of the Patti of to-day scoring a last triumphal tour at tSOand the picture of the little girl who, at the age of 7 years, stood on a table In a concert ball and sang trashy songs to a commonplace audience? Little did the parents of the child Patti dream, when her first earnings In this way actually saved the family from starvation, that the cultivation bf her mar velous voice would In after years be the means of earning vast fortunes. And now, with all her sixty years upon her. It Is said that the voice of the diva retains most, if not all, of its original melody, and even at this late day has the power to earn about half a million dollars within the short limits of a six months' engagement. The contract under which Patti comes to this country Is an Ironclad one. Site Is to slug at sixty concerts; Is not to appear more than ten times In any one month. At the conclusion of each concert she Is to receive $5,000. She Is to get, In addition, 50 per cent of the box office money In excess of $7,500. A conservative estimate places the average receipts at $10,000 a perform ance; therefore, Pattl's total Income for each concert will, in round numbers, amount to about $0,200 and her gross receipts for the entire tour will mount up to $375,000. The balance of the box office receipts will reach another $100,000, so that it Is no exaggeration to place the earning capacity of Pattl's voice during her forthcoming tour at the half-million mark. During the two hours of -the performance the divine Adellna will be upon the stage from a half to three-quarters of an hour possibly au average of thirty five minutes. This means that, all told, she will sing for Just thirty-five hours, or at the rate of $10,000 an hour. Patti, the child of Italian parents, was born In Spain, in 1843. Her first appearance before an English audience took place when she was 18 years old, at the Italian Theater, Jn Covent Garden, In "La Sonnambula. For twenty years she toured Europe and then, in 1881, came to America. ' For three years she traveled from city to city, in a triumphal tour. During this and subsequent tours Patti received $5,000 a night. A tour made to South America lu 1880 was conducted on the same basis, with the additional agree ment to a share of the gross receipts when they amounted to over $10,000. When the great Au(.torIum at Chicago was formally opened In 1880 Patti received $4,000 for singing "Home, Sweet Home." : Patti married the Marquis de Caux, a French nobleman, In 1808, but the matrimonial venture was an unhappy one and divorce followed in a few years. Her second husband was Slgnor Nlcollnl, the tenor. More recently Patti married the Baron Cederstrom, a member of the Swedish nobility, several years her junior. The union Is said to be a happy one. OIL KING'S BENEFACTIONS. Henry H. Roners Showering; Gifts Up on Ilia Native Town. As the culmination of a long system of benefactions in bis native town, Hen ry II. Rogers, the Standard OU multi millionaire, is erecting in Falrhaven, Mass., a memorial church which, when completed, will be the most magnifi cent edifice of Its size in the United States, says a writer in Leslie's Week ly. Architects, sculptors and contrac tors have been given orders to spare no expense, and the cost Is placed any where from $1,000,000 to $2,000,000. Falrhaven is a quaint and quiet town located on an arm of Buzzard's bay, and, like the neighboring city of New Bedford, was once a whaling port of respectable dimensions. Curiously enough, through the medium of the very discovery that destroyed the old time Industry of the place, Mr. Rogers has been enabled to lavish gifts upon It with a prodigal band, until Falrhaven has completely forgotten the days of whale oil, and sings only the praises of Standard Oil. The church now in proc ess of construction la a gift to the Uni tarian parish and is to form a beautiful memorial to Mr. Rogers' mother. Mr. Rogers' gifts to Falrhaven began some eighteen years ago with the pres entation of a well-equipped brick schoolhouse to the town. Next came the MUIcent Library, a memorial to a dead daughter. The building is fittingly de scribed as an architectural gem. It con tains 15,000 volumes and has accom modations for 50,000. , Another gift to the place Is the Town Hall, a French Gothic structure, with As a Child PattJ Prevented Her Family's Starvation When 7 Years Old the Great Diva Stood on a Halt Tahta and Canir Her Great Wealth and Sv How Earned BARON CF.DERSTROitr a tower 150 feet high. It contains ev erything, from a postofflce to a police station, to meet municipal needs. The town fathers transact their business In luxurious offices with big fire places of marble. These are not all of Mr. Rogers gifts to Falrhaven. Within a year or two a business block of granite and brick, containing a Masonic hall, was built and presented to the local lodge of Free Masons. For Its public water supply, its sewerage system and Its fine streets, Falrhaven Is also Indebted to Mr. Rogers. Mr. Rogers was born In 1840.. and af ter graduating from the Falrhaven, High School became a clerk In his fath er's store. Later he tried railroading, and In 1861 became connected with the oil Industry In Pennsylvania. Whan the Standard Oil trust was furtued he ba- came tne cnairmnn or Its manufactur- very thing you want." Stranger Ing committee. In a short time he was I "Can you recommend it?" Druggist made a trustee, and for a number of! "Sure I have catarrh myseir. and: years has been a well known and prom-' I've used nothing but this preparation! lnent factor In the affairs of the Stand- for nearly twenty years." Chicago. ard 011 trugt- Daily News. The Restored White House. C"? Elltor-Dld you say he ha It being absolutely necessary t nothing to say Reporter-Not at all. adapt the residence and offices of the 1 8Ure b, d'd haV BomfthlnS President of the United States to In-," otnerw',,e he would not have sahl creased executive and social demands. m tnat b,ehad u'hln to " It Is our national good fortune that the ne hadn bQd , ' " work was accomplished at a time when !wouldnt have lleltated to say tL the arts of architecture and decoration Pnl,adelPnla rre88' in America, having passed through Admirer "Don't you think that yon phases various, had at last arrived at a are pather unreasonable to expect me perlod when the work could be done t0 take you to a bel'' stay awake until not only with the highest structural 'our 'clock- and tnen et nD at elsht skill, but also In a thorough sympa- to go to my work?" Young lady thetlc spirit Previous and slighter al- " may De a lltt,e unreaBOnable. but teratlons showed either that the time' lVn Perfect'y brutal of you to mention was In general unpropltlous, or that "."-New York Weekly, the wrong talent bad been employed. I "I'm getting painfully careless, nry But that the native tastes and especial dear. I've Just found a portrait of training of Mr. McKira and. It may be added, of Glenn Brown, bis local co adjutorall tended In the direction of fitness of equipment for the Important work to be undertaken must be ac knowledegd by every competent critic In America. Century. Met the Usual Fate. "I bear that be married an actress." "All men do." Detroit Free Press. It is one sign of a lack of confidence In others to enter in an account book the names or an wno oorrow books of you, what they borrow, and when. When a man Is burled be gets In on the ground floor which is true at no previous time in his career. of that, par Kind father-" Yes, m deed. I've been borrowing money of him for six months, and still he keeps coming." Stray Stories. Philosophic Murphy (recovering from a twenty-foot fall) Well, I had tot come down for nails, anywayr Glasgow Evening Times. Deacon Johnson "What yo' dofn now, Abe?" Abe Hardcase "Cleanln" out a bank." Deacon Johnson "Pres ident, cashier, bookkeeper, or Janitor." Leslie's Weekly. Gilson BJenks consults his wife1 about everything. Wilson So I un derstand. And generally does Just ex actly opposite from what she says. Somervllle Journal. "I think I have met you before: Aren't you timekeeper for the Rloss & Goss Company?" "No, sir. I am at singer of topical songs and know noth ing at all about keeping time." Kan--saa City Journal. ' Farmer Haydltch (to his neighbor.'. Farmer Turulptop) "Hallo! Going in for barbed wire fencing, eh?' Isn't it rather dear?" Turnlptop "Yes. but then you see my men don't waste time sitting on it?"-Pick-Me-Up. "Drop me a line!" cried the excur sionist who had fallen overboard. "What's the use?" calmly rejoined the alleged funny man of the party. "There Isn't any postotfice where you are going." American Hebrew. The Senate "How long can you talk; without dropping dead in your tracks?" Senator Morgan "That 1 not the question. How long can you listen to me without dropping dead in your tracks?" New York Evening Post. ' How they spend their time: She "How's the motor-car getting on. Sir Charles?" He-"Wcll. fact Is, I've. seen very little of It. You see, I've only bad It three months, and when It Isn't In hospital, I am!" LondVx Punch. Worked Both Ways: Jaggles Are" they good divorce lawyers?" Waggles "Best In the business. They've origi nated over a hundred different ways -of collecting alimony, and as many more for evading the payment of It.'.' " Judge. Effective: Bjenks "Do you believe In the possibility of the cure of disease' by suggestion?" BJinks-"Why. cer tainly. I was feeling pretty sick last week, and my wife suggested I go to a doctor and It cured me right away.-' Somervllle Journal. Doctor makes no mistakes: Patlenf "But, doctor, only last week you saldl I would surely die. and to-day you see? I am as well as I ever was." Doctor "Sir, I never make a mlstal;? In. a diagnosis. Your ultimate demise- Is. Dnly a matter of time." Chicago News; Maud "I feel so sorry for poor Lil lian. She and Reggie had It all plan ned to elope, and uow they have to give It up." Jack "What Is the trouble?' Maud "She can't persuade ber stingy old papa to give them the money to carry It out." Kansas City Journal. First Citizen 1 hope we nre not go ing to have many more of these hid eous skyscrapers. Second Citizen I1 used to feel as you do until everybody began to burn soft coal. Now It seems to me the sky needs all the scraping, that can be given It. Boston Trans cript. Physician The truth can no longer be hidden, madam. 1 am obliged to tell you that your little son Is er weak-minded. That Is well, It must b said he Is an Idiot Mrs. Hlghupp- How fortunate it Is that we nre rich. No one will ever notice It. New York. Weekly. Stranger "Have you a good catnrrb cure?" Druggist "Yes. sir; I have th ' George Washington In my coat pocket:. that has been there ror tne last tent days." "Well. I don't see anything: serious about that" "Don't you. my dear? I'm glad to bear it. You see, the portrait Is a part of the stamp on that letter you gave me to mail last week." Cleveland Plain Dealer. "A good wife is heaven's greatest gift to man and the rarest gem tbo earth holds," remarked Mr. Jurphly the other morning; "she Is his joy, h! 1 Inspiration, and bis very soul. Throniftt ber be learns to reach the pure audi true, and ber loving bands lead hint softly over the rough places. Sho i8olemr.,y, -Jeremiah, what wickedness ; have you beec up to now?" Tlt-BHs.