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THE DEAL LABOR UNION.
. By Chancellor Day ot Syracuse University.
There might be a uniou of great help to Its
membership and to business. I believe In la
bor organizations as I believe In corporations.
But let it be a union upon principles of mutual
benefit nnd helpfulness both to the laborer
anil to the manufacturer, both to the work
iuginun nnd to the contractor.
I.t it be for the purpose of securing to the
employer the greatest proficiency, Insisting
upon only skilled mechanics for mechanics' pay. Let It
consider the Interests of the business and how to serve
them. Let It compel Its wag1, not by excluding those
who choose to work for less or to work when the union
men will not work, but by furnishing the highest type
of mnn and workman, so that business men will say:
'"If you want the most skilled and reliable mechanic or
laborer, you must get them from the union. They will
have no one In the uniou but a tirst-clnss man."
Let the union have elubroonis. and discuss thrift and
temperance nnd home sanitation nnd ways nnd means
of getting the home nnd furnishing it with books and
pfi'lotlii-nls for mental Improvement, nnd spend some of
the time in amusements and healthy games now spent in
the saloons. Let the energy now being put into opposi
ng to capital be used In self-improvement and furnlsh
a higher c!a?s of rrxviinnle.
TRAINING THE FACULTIES TOR SUCCESS.
Dy John A. Howland.
Concentration of mind in harmonious rela
tion with bodily activity is the greatest active
force in civilization. There are human activi
ties which are effective without concentration
In the mind, but somewhere In the harnessing
of tills forPe some broad scheme has been
evolved without which this aimless force In
the Individual would be wasted. Concentra
tion of mind Is not a faculty; it is an acquired
ability to command the faculties of mind nnd of body,
and for the best results this acquirement must insure a
harmonious relation between brain and brawn. Advice
to a mnn. "You must concentrate yourself In your work,"
Is about as Ineffective as to suggest to him that he grow
four Inches taller than he is. If he hns come to maturity
without learning concentration, he Is not likely ever to
appreciate the need sufficiently to undergo the training
necessary to get it.
Concentration of the faculties not only. Is a safeguard
ngalnst errors, but It is an assurance that when a move
has been considered and determined upon the move will
have all effectiveness and accomplish the mnslmum In re
sults. There Is no work lu life where this attentlveness
does not render assurance to the worker and to every
one Interested In that work. This concentration Is a
visible evidence of dcpenunbleness in the mnn. It Is
evidence of the quality of brain which the worker pos
sesses. It reflects the faculties which education and ex
perience have developed harmoniously. Without this
power of concentration every one of these faculties must,
prove a poor, broken reed Instead of a lever that might
move a world..
ENJOY BEAUTY WITHOUT ANALYZING IT.
Dy O. tfantayana.
To feel beauty Is a better thing than to un
derstand how we come to feel It. To have Im
agination and taste, to love the best, to be car
ried by the contemplation of nature to a vivid
fulth In the idenl, all this is more, a great deal
more, than any science can hope to be.
When a mnn tells you that beauty Is the
manifestation of God to the senses you wish
you might understand him. Yet reflection
might have shown you that the word of the Master was
but the vague expression of His highly complex emotions.
It Is one of the attributes of God, one of the perfections
which we contemplate In our Ideas of him, that there
Is no opposition In His will and His vision between the
Impulses of Ills nature and the events of His life. This
Is what we commonly designate as omnipotence and cre
ation. . .
In the contemplation of beauty our faculties of percep
tion hhve the same perfection ; it Is, Indeed, from the ex
perience of beauty and happiness, from the occaslonnl
harmony between our nature and our environment that
we draw our conception of the Divine life. There Is,
then, a real propriety In calling beauty a manifestation
of God to the senses, since, in the region of sense, the
perception of beauty exemplifies thnt adequacy and per
fection which lu general we objectify in an ideal of God.
PEOPLE, NOT THE BOSSES, RULE.
Dy Gov. Hughes of New York.
You may say all you please of the
cunning of political maneuvering
and of the resources of chicanery.
All schemes will prove as child's
piny If the people set out to deal
with a real Issue of popular govern
ment and the supremacy of the con
stitution of this State over race track
gamblers. It Is well that there
should be organization to advance
party principles. It Is well that It
should be effective; vigorous and
skillful leadership is required. But
it Is the duty of an elected officer
to serve the people and not any par-
uov. hushes. tlcular man, and no party leader
has a right to assume the role of dictator, or so to vio
late the manhood of elected officials as to parade them be
fore the people as subject to his domination. .
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THE CRICKET.
Oil, to be a cricket.
That's the thing!
To scurry in the grass
'And to have one's fling!
And it's oh, to bo a 'cricket
In the wnrm thistle-thicket
Where the mil-winds pass,
Winds a-wing,
And the bumble-bees hnng humming.
II in and swim;,
And the honey-drops are coming!
It's to he a summer rover,
Thnt can see a sweet and pick it
With the sting!
Never mind the sting!
And it's oil to be a cricket
In t lie clover !
A ftny summer rover
In the warm thistle-thicket.
Where the honey-drops are coming.
Where the bumble-bees hang humming-
Tlmfs the thing! .
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Viola met the postman at the front
door. He gave her two letters; one
was' addressed In Diana Culvert's ab
surdly angular hand, nnd was bulky,
with a fortnight's accumulated effus
ion; the other bore her name In the
familiar callgraphy of Eustace Van
diver, who had proposed to her quarter
ly for Jmlf a dozen years.
She went out nnd sat down on the
veranda steps and broke the seal of
the first one with eager fingers; Di
ana's letters were Interesting, If
rather voluminous. She consumed the
first eight pages avidly, then suddenly
the -Hheets fell from her bands and
lluttered to the ground. The roses, the
hollyhocks, the BUiipdrngons, the
violets and Jessamine, nodding nnd
drooping In the sun-warmed nlr, melt
ed swiftly Into a hideous rainbow of
liiiKmslble color, the matutinal chirp
ing of the birds grew harsh and mock
ing, the blue of the sky turned black.
At Inst she stooped nnd gathered the
letter Into her trembling bands and
vent on with her rending.
The minister, their minister, going to
be married and move to Cloverdale!
Hilly Col vert, Diana's brother, had had
a letter from him, so there could be no
mistake about It. And she what a
little simpleton she had been to waste
Ler affections on someone who was go
ing to wed another girl. Surely, in
their Intimate relations of the last
yenr he must have guessed her morti
fying secret; probnbly he was taking
this very step to get clear of her. Burn
ing tears sprang to VIoln's eyes and
dripped over her throbblug cheeks.
But she dashed them away In fierce
self-scorn, and read on to the end, her
lips compressed, the blood scorching
her temples.
There were his exact words, quoted
from Billy's letter: "I am seriously
considering mnking a change in my
residence. I hope soon to marry the
dearest girl In the world and bring
her with me to Cloverdale. But, of
course, It will rest with her whether
I shall accept the call or not that is
a woman's prerogative, Isn't it? How
ever, let us see you in Brookwood
whenever It suits. your convenience to
come, etc."
Viola folded up the closely written
sheets nnd returned them to the envel
ope. Then she opened young Vandiv
er's letter with mechanical fingers and
glanced wearily at his twenty-fifth dec
laration of love, accompanied by an Im
passioned plea to marry him and sail
for Europe in June, whither he was go
ing to complete his course at Heidel
berg. Go abroad away from it all
HE OAVE HEB TWO LETTERS.
show him that she had not given her
love unmasked, and that
She Hung back her head with a quick
accession of pride, nnd excitement
a smile to her Hps, a glow to her eyes.
She would do it; yes, she would ac
cept Eustace Vandlver and go with him
to the ends of the earth If need be
anywhere away from this.
II.
She went to her room and sat down
at her desk, but something seemed to
dull her brain and numb her bands;
she could ' not write a syllable. In
despair she took her portfolio under
her arm and returned to the veranda ;
the shade of the orchard beyond entic
ed her and she ran down the stops and
past the flower beds to the gate on the
other side. Entering, she sought her
favorite retreat In the fork of a gnarl
ed old apple tree. A lazy breeze was
blowing, stirring the leaves about her
with a vague, musical rustle, and
cooling the hot blood in her cheeks.
She took up her pen nnd selected a
sheet of note paper. A twig cracked
sharply, nnd she sat up alert. The
paper slipped from Jier fingers.
'Did I startle you?" Inquired a deep
voice under the apple tree.
"Xot the least," said she, disposing
herself with studied primness against
the knotted limb at her back.
The minister vaulted the lower limb
easily and picked out a comfortable
sent opposite, tossing his hat on a net
work of branches.
Viola regarded him first with cold
ness, then with assumed indifference,
finally with n friendly smile that was
the hardest thing she had ever ac
complished In her twenty-one years.
But he must never, never guess unless
he had already done so. And If he
had she must set to work to prove to
him that he was altogether wrong!
"Viola," he began in his stralghtfor
wnrd way, "I've come to you with a
confession. I hope you are not going
to to disapprove?"
For a second the girl said nothing.
He looked rather young for his age,
she thought. He must be at least 3S,
but his blnck hair was full of waves,
his eyes bright nnd clear, his face rud
dy with health.
"I'm considering a somewhat impor
tant step." he went on musingly, his
glance sweeping the sky, tITo ground,
nnd settling nt last upon her slightly
flushed face, "and I want your your
advice."
"Mine?" she queried, a tiny furrow
wrinkling the bridge of her nose. She
crossed her bnnds at the back of her
head nnd stared past him at the rows
of apple trees In the distance.
The minister regarded her solemnly
for a moment, opening his lips twice to
speak, then closing them again uncer
tainly. A shadow drifted across his
good-looking face. "Perhaps," he sug
gested with a downward Inflection, "the
affair does not Interest you?"
Viola could not suppress a smile at
the lugubrious countenance before her,
and steadying her breath, she gazed
straight into the minister's eyes. But
only for a flash. Something in' tnem
that she could not altogether make out
caused her to turn her head with a
swift heartbeat. .
"Of course, it Interests me," she said
with a rush of enthusiasm, recollecting
her role, "I tEought you were sure of
that always."
He straightened himself then, anA
with a gesture of determination broke
precipitately into the subject "It's
about some one I love," he said, speak
ing rapldfy, "someone, I want to be
my wife."
Viola colored furiously; the leave
all about her quivered gently. But she
pulled herself together and said in a
very matter-of-fact tone :
"You want my advice about her?
Well, then you will have to tell me
something about her; her disposition,
her hair, her eyes everything, you
know."
The mlnlstfr contemplated her with
a fatuous eprecIon.
"Why as to her disposition," he re
plied earnestly, "that Is all that could
be desired perfect. Her eyes," he
scrutinized her .with surreptitious anx
iety, "her eyes are splendidly, wond
rously brown" He paused. Viola
listened movelessly. "Her hair is
brown, too nnd most beautiful."
A queer silence followed his wonK
When Viola looked up Bhe was pale,
but valinnt, nnd she seemed all at once
thousands of miles away.
"She must be very, very lovely
this girl," she snld, dreamily. "Do I
know her?"
The minister looked Burnett Imt In
scrutable as he made reply:
"I am not sure perhaps you do not."
She returned his gaze with absent
eyes.
"Weil?" he prompted with nn enig
matic smile.
"Well, I really don't see what I'm to
tell you except that I'm delighted to
know you are so so happy and that
that " she bit her lips, "to congratu
late you and "
"But it Is not time for congratula
tions," he Interposed thoughtfully, "you
don't understand."
"No," said she, shaking her head.
"No, I'm afraid I do not"
"It's this way," he pursued engerl),
bending near to her, "I've been called
to Cloverdale. I don't want to go with
out first finding out whether she will
go with me." He reddened and broke
off, keeping his hands locked to the
limbs on which they were resting.
"The only thing," remarked Viola
with sage eyes and a sinking heart, "Is
to tell her that truth and get It over
quick." Slie caught her breath. "May
be you have told, her?" she suggested
tentatively.
"Not Just as I should like to."
"Then you will, at once? Tut your
fate to the test, as they say In tire
some love ntorles."
"Do you consider them tiresome?"
"Other people's."
"Then we'll not waste any more time
discussing other people's." He bent
farther, till his warm breath fanned
the loose gold about her temples.
"Viola," he said, "I love you. Will you
be my wife?"
"Oh," she snld, "I don't "
"You don't love me!" with swiftly !
clouding eyes. - J
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vioiu niei ins iouk wiiu a wonuerrui
little Binlle breaking through the shad
ows of her face, "But but my hair
Isn't brown nt nil," she said bewilder
lngly, "and my eyes are unmistakably
blue."
"And mine," laughed he, with hi?
arms about her, "are color-blind. Shall
I go to Cloverdale?"
"We mustn't think of it" she said.
New Orleans Times-Democrat.
Buy Hair
at Auction?
At any rate, you seem to be
getting rid of it on auction-sale
principles: "going, going,
g-o-n-el" Stop the auction
with Ayer's Hair Vigor. It
checksfalling hair, and always
restores color togray hair. A
splendid dressing also. Sold
for over sixty years.
" My hair came 3nt so badly I nearly lost It
all. I had heard eo much about Ayer'a Hair
Vigor I thought I would frlra It a trial. I did
o and It completely atopped Hi falilnir, and
made my hair grow Tory rapidly." HaBY H.
Fikld, Northfleld, Man.
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SARSAPABJLLA.
PILLS.
CHERKY PECTORAL,
Sorry, but
"Gumbolt and I have made a bet and
agreed to leave it to you. He sayi a
drowning man gets his lungs full of
water, and I say be doesn't Which ot
Ui is right?"
"What are the terms of the wager?"
"The loser is to pay for a dinner fof
the three of us."
"TT'm T npvr Vtiaw Onmhnlt to pay
. bet You lose." Chicago Tribune.
Side Llghta on Poeay.
Scott was writing the "Lady of the
Lake."
"If you were to tell the truth about
her," he said, "I should say that she is
awfully seasick, but expects to feel bet
ter when the boat gets to St. Joe."
Thus it is, in all ages, that the poet
has to sink the Heal in the Ideal. Chi
cago Tribune.
Limited Knowledge.
'Taw, have you ever been east?"
"Yes; I spent a year in New Yor
City when I was considerably younger
than I am now."
"Well, what Ii the 'eastern question'?"
"The only one I ever heard was, 'How
much is he worth?" Chicago Tribune.
Her Idea.
"Stocks were all down a few points
to-day," remarked the broker.
The idea !" exclaimed his wife. "It's
a wonder they didn't advertise It as a
bargain day." Catholic Standard and
Times.
A Iletort Dlaconrteoua.
A young lady full of good deeds no
ticed the tongue of a horse bleeding
and with a use of technical terms toe
little appreciated said to the cabby,
"Cabby, your horse has hemorrhage."
"It's 'Is tongue's too large for his
mouth," said the cabby and added sen
tentlously, "Like some young ladles.".
London Globe.
lame Station.
The Cook riaze, ma'am, 01 want t
give yez notice. Ol'ru goln' to' be mar
ried nlxt month.
Mrs. Suburbs Well, Jane, I'll be sor
ry to lost you, but I hope you will be
happy. I suppose you are going to wed
to a man of your own station, and not
below it?
The Cook Indade 01 am, ma'am.
OI'm goln' t' be married to Dlnnls Mc
Guire, who lives at Blxby's Station,
where me folks live, ma'am.
JIo Foren4nlled Fate.
Joslah Qulncy, assistant secretary of
state under Cleveland, was famed for
the energy he showed In getting jobs
for his constituents. .
One day a laborer In the employ ot
the Department of the Interior was
drowned while bathing In the rotomac.
A congressman who happened to be
near when the body was taken from
the water, hearing that the dead man
worked for the government, rushed off
to the Department of the Interior to
secure the Job for one of his followers.
When he reached the department,
however, Hoke Smith, who was Secre
tary of the Interior, told him that the
position had already been filled.
"Filled!" cried the congressman,
"Why, the man hasn't been dead half
nn hour.'"
"I know that," replied Smith ; "hut
Joslnh Qulncy heard the man was go
ing In bathing, so he put In an applica
tion for the Job by telephone." Satur
day Evening Post.
Cool.
"Edith!" the old gentleman bawlea
from the head of the stairs, "You just
ask your young man If he doesn't think
it's near bedtime."
"Very well, pa," replied the dear
girl In the parlor; then, after a pause,
"Jack says yes, If you're sleepy, go on
to bed, by all means." Philadelphia
Press.
The talk of a good many peopl.
sounds as If they bad begun in th
middle.
V
Danajcr Ahead.
"Good-by, old man," said Wllkins at
the church festival. "I guess I can see
uy finish."
"What's up?" queried Bilkins.
"Why, I'm to judge the prettiest baby
at the show."
"Oh, that's easy. You should have
my Job."
"And what are you going to do?" '
"Why, I am at the fortune-telling
booth and have to guess girls' ages."
aa-r-revenffe.
Chiropodist Yes; that's a corn, all
right.
Col. Gore What Is a corn, anyhow?
Chiropodist It's a thickening of th
skin, usually caused by pressure. In otlv
r words, it is nature's protest against, a
tight shoe.
Col. Gore (getting hot under the col.
1st) Blank dash its protest! I haven't
worn a tight shoo for two months, anj
that Infernal corn knows it! Yank th
dash blank thing out !
Something Sored.
"Was everything in your house destroy
ed by the fire?"
"Everything but the gas meter. Whe
we got down to that we found it click"
lng away, apparently uninjured."
Tho Old, Old Story.
Eva Did you ever see those delight
ful old prints that represent the co
lonial belles winding yard'around theh
beaux' hands? "
Jack Yes, nnd It always reminds mi
very forcibly of one thing.
Eva And what is that?
Jack Why, even In those days th
girls knew how to string the men.
Practice v. Preaching.
Returned Statesman You can't deny,
anyhow, that I have always been in favoi
of conserving our natural resources.
Constituent Have you? In all tht
years you have been in Washington yo
haven't done anything but spout natural
cas Into the atmosphoi-