MOONLIGHT.
mutation of ths moonlit air.
Meat dwy breath, the fragrance c Om
brine,
91m waste of moving waters everywhere.
Tba whispering ol wares a hnah divine
1 gnesof soft murmorinn dunk, to the tea's
rim.
The infinite, illimitable sky,.
Wherein the great orb of the mucin on high
3 atUlnet dowu the quint deeps doth swim:
SehoM the awful beauty of the night.
The solemn tenderness, the peace profound.
Tke mystery -Uod's glory in the light
JkaA darkness both his voice in every sound!
Be silent and behold where hand in hand
Great Nature and great Art together standi
; Celia Thaxter in Century.
DORA.
Tfce night after his stepfather, Squire
-Habited, whipped Harold Burr for a
-thing he had not done. Harold ran away.
JJo one knew it bat 1, and 1 was nobody.
Sat I thonght as much of Harold as ever
a human being could think of another.
JLnu I knew that he was wronged, and 1
felt that Mrs. Robling had done a dread
ful thing when she took Squire Halsted
for her second husband, and let him rule
aver, take possesion of her money, and
ill use her handsome boy,
1 had had my share of it too, for while
Mr. Bobling lived, and while she was a
"widow 1 was like a daughter of the
botute. But no sooner had she come back
lrom her honeymoon trip than all that
ms altered. The squire looked at me
oldly, and I heard him ask Mrs. Hal
sted who I was.
Her mother died when she was born,"
Mrs. Halsted said, "and 1 took the baby
. to my own nursery, where Harold lay in
the cradle."
''More fool yon. my dear." said the
quire
'The father went away," said Mrs.
"Halsted. "and was lost ' at sea so they
amid and 1 kept the little girl.''
'Ton must remember that she will
. seed to earn her own ' bread," said the
quire. - "She is not a lady. Let the
- servants keep her in their part of the
house and teach her her duties as wait-
Oh. Mr. Halsted r cried the bride.
1 cannot do that."
"My dear," said Mr. Halsted. "I am
master here.'
The poor lady was helpless. She had
so longer any control of her own money.
, X was six years old, Harold the same
age. and a terrible life we had had of it.
', 1 was very well used in the kitchen, but
1 felt cast down and degraded. I wore
Ag crash aprons that covered me from
head to foot, instead of my pretty mus
lin and silk dresses. 1 was delicate, and
waiting i hard work when your wrists
are slender.
Mrs. Halsted did all she could for me.
used to hear her pleading with the
sjuire to 4let her send me to a boarding
. school to learn to be a teacher, but he
called her a "little goose." and she fan
cied him very wise.
But for Harold 1 should never have
. known anything, as after school he used
V come to me and teach me what he
hmd learned himself. -
Cook would whisper:
"That's right. Master Harold. It's a
food deed you are doing. God spare
' ytra. 1 was never taught to rade me-
aelf. on account of an evil minded step
. father iv me own that pnt me to sarvice
"before I could get schoolin. an' I know
" toe loss."
ouu not a HHrvimi im r wnnin navA
'waited in my place, for they said I was
too small to carry dishes: but the cruel
sjuire would have me come, in to make
ore that he was obeyed.
Mrs. Halstead really felt ' badly about
it, 1 know) But two little girls came
oon, and then a little boy. and soon she
cared nothing for her own splendid boy.
and why should she care for me? '
But 1 am wandering away from the
'aaorning when Harold Robling, just
eighteen that day, walked down the gar
den path in the gray morning light, and
J with him. choking down my sobs. For
mw the one being 1 loved was going
away from me, perhaps forever.
It was only 6 o'clock, and no one
was up The grass was wet with dew.
aad there were only a few pink streaks
in the sky to tell that day was coming.
We did not dare to speak until we got
, -out of hearing of the house, but then I
maid:
"Oh, Harold, what will you do vith
so money and no friends alone in the
world?"
many a young fellow has done the
amine sort of thing." Harold said. "No
nan with his limbs and senses need to
starve, and 1 mean to make my fortune.
1 But I'd rather work in the trenches for
lay daily bread than to live in Squire
. Halstead's house, and with a mother he
bas bewitched into doing what he wishes,
whatever it may be. It was a crime to
stake a servant of you, little sister. But
remember, the moment I have power in
my hands all that shall be altered. 1
will write to you, and you shall know
just how I get on."
But now . we had got to the wharf
"where he was to take a little market
boat to New- York, and 1 was obliged to
leave him, for he did not want the
quire to find out what he had done un
til he was fairly out of reach, and then
be put his arm about my waist . and
.kissed me.
'Ooodby, little sister," he said, "good
toy. Dora, my pet. Keep np a good heart
and never forget to answer my letters."
"JLnd he was off, and 1 went home weep
ing as though my heart would break.
There was a terrible time at the house
when they found he was gone, and the
quire swore he should never enter his
doors, again. Bat the squire's daughters,
who hated Harold as their father did.
thouerh he was their own mother's child.
aaid they were glad he was gone. And
nly I remembered him, 1 think, very
long. A weak woman was Mrs. Halsted.
. and her husband had got her under hia
hmtat The wnv Ka mnnftiml hpr h lis
always made me think that there must
be something in magnetism or hypno
tism. She seemed to have lost her senses
or to have grown mentally blind, and he
Jtl her where he would.
Just about this time I fell very ill.
nd when I grew better the squire.
'knowing I was good at my needle, matU
a Btfamstrese of me. I wu asluuned to
say why, but it is because Hooked rather
stylish and was called pretty, and so-4.
many questions were asked me. by
guests. As a seamstress I could stay in
my npper room and work. I was so
thankful for the change. Now I could
read a little and be more to myself. I
made the finery for the young ladies of
the family, and no one troubled me.
' Once, indeed, a rich old gentlemau,
having somehow got my story from
good old cook, sought me out and made
me a proposition of marriage, saying it
was a shame that such an elegant woman
should live as I did. But I thanked him
and declined his offer. 1 was not un
happy now, except that I pined for news
of Harold, for in all these years no word
had come from him none of those let
ters he had promised.
I felt sure he was not dead, and it was
very natural that he should forget to
write: but my heart had no rest. , He
was twenty-six years old by this time,
and in all that time much might have
happened.
My pillow was often wet with tears
from thoughts of him fancies of what
he had suffered, and longing to meet
him, or only see him from afar but once
again.
At last news came. Mrs. . Halstead
came running into my room wild with
joy.
"News of my boy!" she said, holding a
letter toward me.
"I thonght you had forgotten all about
him. madam," I said.
I was sorry the next moment, for she
burst into tears and faltered through her
sobs:
"You don't know what it is to be the
wife of a man who dominates your will!
I never have forgotten or ceased to re
gret other things." .Then she wiped her
yea and said: "But, as far as Harold
goes, it is all over. He has written to
me, He is rich really rich. He has
made a fortune' in California, and he is
coming home to see me. He is in New
York and will be here tomorrow. The
squire is pleased; the girls are wild to
6ee him; his little brother is delighted."
' She ran out of the room again, look
ing young and happy, and I sat down to
my machine, swallowing a great lump
that had risen in my throat.
He had not written to me. Well, 1
was only a servant, and he was a rich
man now. They were rejoicing in his
coming for that reason the squire and
his children. He was a very different
person from the poor Harold Robling
who went away. .
"1 expect he will give us lots of pres
ents." I heard one of the girls say. "An
older brother who is rich is a great thing
to have. We must pet him and make
him good natured."
"Oh, yes." said the other. "When
girls have as stingy a father as we have
a generous elder brother is a godsend."
And I oh! if he returned in rags,
begging his bread, I should have wel
comed him. " I cared for him, not for his
money. And if he had returned poor it
was I to whom he would have written,
I knew welL But 1 tried to put the self
ish thoughts away and rejoice for hit,
sake that he had . prospered, even if he
had forgotten his little sister Dora.
The morrow came. As 1 sat at my
machine I heard the sounds .below that
told he had arrived. I heard -bis mother
cry out and the squire say heartily.
"Welcome home, my . boyP and his
sisters squeal and giggle after a way
they had. Then the great drawing room
doors were closed, 'shutting me out.
I, who loved him so. dearly, went back
to my room alone, uncared for, wretched!
I felt as thongh my heart would break.
I could no longer ' keep back my tears.
Half an hour passed; then some one
came to the door a servant who told
me briefly that I was wanted in the par
lor. Trembling, quivering, feeling as I had
never" felt before, I obeyed the summons
I opened the drawing room door.
The squire stood before the fire, im
portant as usual, one hand in the breast
of his coat, the other waving toward me
as he uttered these words:
"Dora, I have sent for you because
Master Harold has returned, and wishes
to meet a faithful servant of the family."
But before the words were out of his
mouth, Harold, handsomer and larger,
but the same for all that the very Har
old that 1 knew1 rushed forward and
took both my hands and bent down and
kissed me. '
"1 told you. sir," he said, "that I
wanted to see Dora the dearest being
alive to me! Such words as you utter J
cannot permit you to speak as though
they were mine. You have never re
ceived any of my letters, Dora, bnt I
have guessed why."
"I never have received a letter. Har
old," I answered. '..-
"So 1 thought," said he. . "We will
not ask who kept them from you. 1
have no wish to quarrel with any one:
but you were my only friend years
when 1 went out into the world home
less and penniless, and I have come now
to ask you to share with me the,, heme
that I can now offer to you."
"Share your home, Harold?" cried the
squire. "The girl is not your sister. It
can't be done. It would .be improper!"
"I am glad, sir, that the girl is not
my sister," replied Harold, "for she is
the girl I want for ' my wife; and here,
before you all, I ask her for her heart
and hand, and proud shall 1 be if she
will give them to me." . ' .
I could not answer, but he saw all I
felt in my face, and led me away with
him.
There was no quarreling. People like
the squire and his family never offend
rich people, and I am the happiest wo
man living. Mary Kyle Dallas in Fire
aide Companion.
Capture of s Whale oa the Essex Coast.
A whale nearly fifty feet in length was
captured in the River Crouch, near
Burnham, Essex. The river is a mile
wide, and the whale had become strand
ed on the bank. ' Special trains conveyed
thousands of people" to inspect the mon
ster. It was seized by the customs offi
cer and sold for seventeen pounds ster
ling for exhibition purposes, r It is in
tended to preserve the skeleton intact.
HELPING A LITTLE. MOTHER.
Hew York Sfutp Girls Interpret m Pi
of Scripture Literally.
It was on a cross street near Sixth ave
nue that one of the human race was strag
gling with bottomless courage against an
overwhelmingly adverse Fate with a big
F. This member of the human race was
about three feet high and of the feminine
gender, and the fate took the form of a
great, fat two-year-old child dead asleep. .
Where she had come from or how she
had ever gotten away from there is more
than I can guess, but when I first saw her
she was staggering across the street under
her impossible load, only to sink, help
lessly overcome, on the curbstone. It was
dark, a little after six in the evening, but
the young ones had chanced to tumble un
der a gas lamp. Jast then two young
women came along; they had come out of
the back entrance of one of the great shops
on the avenue. Evidently, they were shop
girls. -
"Do Bee that poor young one with the
baby!" cried one, as her eyes fell on the
hapless pair. Just then the unconquera
ble "young one" struggled to her feet and
loaded up again. .
"I say," . said the same speaker, "she
can't carry that child. Wait a minute,
sissy," and the two harried across the
street.
It was .easy in the gloom to keep in ear
shot, and if ever eavesdropping is justifia
ble is it not when it seems to promise a
chance to see a better side of human nat
ure than this sordid old world usually
brings to the surface?
"Where are you trying to gof"
"You can't carry that child to save your
life." The two spoke together.
"I've carried him lots and lots of times,"
declared the mite in a voice divided be
twee: defiance and misery.
"Well, I guess he's gained five pounds
since last week by the look of him, and a
baby asleep like 'that always weighs a ton.
Where do you liver"
The mite murmured something about
Second avenue. One of the girls whistled.
It was very unladylike, bat I for one am
willing that she should whistle whenever
she pleases. She and the other one looked
at each other a minute. -
It'll be nine before we get home," said she,
adding, "unless we take the Twenty-third
street car one way."
"We can't afford it; you know we can't.
It won't hurt us to lose our dinner. They'll
save us something to eat."
The mite began trying to gather the
young Jumbo off the pavement again.
"Hullo wait we'll carry him for you."
Both were speaking, and both leaned over
to pick him up.
"Let me take him first," said the girl
that whistled and that had. first spied the
pair. '
"Whew, what a loadl You've no idea,"
aid she, and the queer quartet started off,
the mite trotting along with a watchful
eye cocked on the baby, but entering now
into friendly explanations.
"He just would go to sleep all at once,"
I heard her say.
I had not heard the Scripture about
bearing one another's burdens quoted dar
ing the whole episode, but some way I felt
as if I had been listening to a large and elo
quent sermon thereon. New York Herald.
Got Even with Hint.
"Kin I have this seat, misterf" said a
grizzly bearded, frowsy haired, long limbed
man as he wandered up the rear car look
ing for a place to alight.
The sour faced individual in the Beat
looked at him a moment and snapped:
"No, you can't have it; it belongs to the
railroad company; you may occupy it."
The frowsy headed man looked dam
founded, but slid into the seat. -
"D'you objeck to my smokin'f" inquired
the lean man.
"Wouldn't make a continental differ
ence if I did: this is the smoker." aaid the
crank.
The frowsy haired man did not reply to
this, but fired up his favorite brand of the
weed.
"Party brisk "nd stormy day, ain't itr"
put in the lean man. The crank peered at
him a moment, "Hah! that's nothing new."
he replied. "Every idiot knows that."
This seemed to nonplus the lean man,
and he gave up bis attempt to be social. It
was easily seen that this lean man was con
siderably flustered at the rebuff be had re
ceived. He seemed to be willing to be eliminated
from the earth. Several passengers bad
heard the' conversation and watched de
velopments eagerly. They came.
, After the thin, lanky man and the crank
had ridden several miles in silence the
former revived and began a search in his
vest pocket. He pulled out a cigar and
said: '
"Hev' a seegarf"..
The crank put forth his hand to take it,
and the thin man immediately replaced it
in his pocket with a grin.
"No ye don 'tl" he exclaimed. .
The passengers grinned, and some even
smote their knees with their nalms and
laughed heartily.
The Jean man then gave it to the crank
'"in the neck" as follows: '
"You are too confounded cranky to ex
ist. Ef you was out in oar section they'd
White Cap you and learn you manners.
You can't smoke on met Ta, ta." - -'
With a wave of his hand, betokening
both triumph and scorn, the lean man
made his escape from the seat and his exit
from the car. Albany Argus.
- Freight Elevator Accident.
Few people are aware how many persons
are yearly injured on freight and passen
ger elevators. During the past year in
Boston thirty-eight individuals were hurt
or killed in elevator accidents, and other
parte of the state swelled this number suf
ficiently to make it average nearly one each
week. The largest number of these acci
dents have occurred on freight elevators,
and mainly through the carelessness of the
persons injured. Captain Damrell, in hia
report imputes the cause of so many acci
dents to the indiscriminate use of the
freight elevator. Both he and Chief Wade,
of the state district police, favor legislation
by which freight elevators should be put
in charge of competent persons, who alone
shdll be authorized to run them. In the
city of Boston there are 1,700 freight ele
vators, and the number is constantly In
creasing. Boston Transcript.
Tne Unit ef the ink.
By the Arabs this speech is put into the
locust's mouth-. "We are the army of the
great God, and we lay ninety-nine eggs;
were the hundredth pat forth the worlH
would be oars." According to the state
ment of these people, the locust has the
head of the horse, the horns of the stag,
the eyes of the elephant, the neck of the
ox, the breast of the lion, the body of the
scorpion, the hip of the camel, the legs of
the stork, the wings of the eagle and the
tail of the dragon. A common belief in
this country is that the wing of the insect
Is always marked with a letter W, portend
ing war, or the letter P, promising pram
Interview in Washtogten Star.
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THE DALLES.
The Grate City of the Inland Empire is situated at
the head of navigation on the Middle Columbia, and
is a thriving, prosperous city.
ITS TERRITORY.
It is the supply city for an extensive and rich agri
cultural an grazing country, its trade reaching as.
far south as Summer Lake, a distance of over frwc
hundred miles.
THE LARGEST WOOL MARKET.
The rich grazing country along the eastern slqpe
of the the Cascades furnishes pasture for thousands
of sheep, the -wool from -which finds market here. .
The. Dalles is the largest original -wool shipping
point in America, about 5,000,000 pounds being
shipped last year.
v ITS PRODUCTS.
The salmon fisheries are the finest on the Columbia,
yielding this year a revenue of $1,500,000 -which can
and -will be more than doubled in the near future. ?
The products of the beautiful Tfiickital valley find
market here, and the country south and east has this
year filled the -warehouses, and all available storage
places to overflowing -with their products. 1 .
ITS WEALTH - .
It is the richest city of its size on the coast, aifjd its
money is scattered over and is being used to develop,
more farming country than is tributary to any other
city in Eastern Oregon.
Its situation is unsurpassed! Its climate delight
ful! Its possibilities incalculable! Its resources un
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