- S0MG.'4F POLLY.
PvUj. fully, the kettle sings. .'
TTaere's a pair of steam like fairy winga.
A fragrance of Oolong stealing:
Dainty china coallr art. -, ;'-'
Vraile as rraileat of ugKabell, yet '
StrooB ia my bouKeuife's dealing. '
It's bey far Ichuit. and ho for teal "'
Old reminiscences brought to ma
Over lur lea with Poll v.
Tnere's the fragment of noun when hearts
were young.
A trembling minor never sans. -
Hashed In lar from Polly.
War Poll) and I. ay. hey for toast,
' Ho for tha tea, too. who ran boast. ,
Of youth and love forever! ?
Let broken heart and hint of wrong
find cbenrier note in the kettle's sons.
Btrivns with brave endeavor.
Bo, over the crisp brown toaat for two, .
And tea in the old cape quaint and blue,
Heigbo for bygone Pollyl
Though yellowest hair has turned to
white.
Old songs to minor, yet tonight
We love on. 1 and Polly!
Kate Luolnm in Travelers Record.
A PRESSED ROSE
Grace Hetherton was happy: that is.
young; Grace was. - There was an old
Unoe Hetherton too. Annt and niece
they were, one nearly sixty, the other
just turned twenty. And the young
unuse was happy that summer evening
tor the same reason that Annt Grace had
been happy forty years before. ' She was
going to marry Archie Armitaxe.
i'tt Por years before Archie Armitage and
urace Uetuerton bad been betrothed.
He was a young Englishman, and a short
time before the day fixed for the wed
ttng he had been called home by the
sudden death of his father, leaving Grace
to wait on this side the water for hla
speedy, safe return. But that never
came. The ship on. which he to-fpas-age
for England never axrivedSi port.
Grace waited and hoped on. "He said
-ho would come: he will come." she said.
v . -Sttlatber- arid mother and her brother
i i i. i i . j i .
. wua uuwu auu waiieu wi lii uer, out.no
tidings came. Until all chance for his
xeturn was past, they did not tell ber
that he was dead; that he had been
drowned at sea. Then, at last, they put
away the bridal finery.
But still Grace hoped and waited.
Her clouded brain held fixedly to the one
idea; her lover would return. The
Months grew into years, bnt still every
night she looked long and anxiously
oown the drive, and said. "If not to
night, he will come tomorrow."
The father died: John brought a wife
-into the big, ram bung house. Grace's
Hair turned ft-otn brown to gray, from
gray to snowy white: wrinkles came
into her sweet, wistful face: nephews
ana nieces grew up about her: but stall
she looked out from her rooms at the
end of the wing and said, "He may come
tomorrow." About the country she
oame to be spoken of as "'poor old Miss
Hetherton." Visitors to the house saw
her sometimes, and she explained to
them that she was merely "staying with
John till Archie came back.'
Now, after forty years, another Grace
Hetherton was to marry another Archie
Armitage. John's daughter, Gracie, had
suet the second Archie while traveling
-abroad. He was the son of the drowned
man's brother, and in face and figure, in
voice and bearing, was remarkably like
- his ancle.
Gracie walked up and down in the
sweet smelling J une twilight, from the
ifV piazza to the gate and back again. She
was waiting for Archie. He bad but re
cently come from England, and was soon
ts take her back with him. his bride.
As she paced to and fro. she caught
the gleam uf light from her aunt's win
dows in the old wing. It occurred to
c ber to go and sit there with the old lady
-anti Archie came. She had told Aunt
Grace some time before of her engage
ment, but when she gave her lover's
-name, the gentle voice had checked her.
"Do not talk nonsense, child, dear!
Archie A mintage is coming over sea,
true enough. 1 have been waiting for
him. Yon must not claim him for your
sweetheart, uiy dear Gracie." That had
ended the matter. Aunt Grace dismiss
ed the subjevt as nonsense, and was not
to be reasoned out of it. So when the
young Archi had come for his first visit
to the little town he had not been pre
sented to the mistress of the pretty
frround floor rooms in the old wing of
the Hetherton mansion.
Gracie crossed the lawn and mounted
the short flight . of steps to her aunt's
door, almost bidden by climbing roses
full of bloom. She paused there and
looked in. sil-ntly In the center of the
cozy room her aunt sat reading by a
shaded lamp, her lavender silk dress fall
ing about her in full folds. All her sur
roundings tcld of a love for the beauti
ful Choice ehgravings and etchings
hung on the walls. A great jar of old
-fashioi.ed single white roses stood upon
the otn piano. The shaded lamp cast
a meliow, softened light over every
thing. The corners were but half de
fined. Gracie was about to go in when
she heard the click of the gate and quick
footsteps coming up the path. Then ."he
aaw Archie walking toward her. He
-had seen her white dress crossing-the
lawn and had followed.
"I'll hide from him behind the roses
-and let him hunt, she thought, and
-quickly drew back at the side of the
-tepa
The young man came up the steps.
-Grace!" he called; "Gracer"
The figure in the room reading by the
haded lamp turned at the voice. She
rose, and for one trembling, uncertain
' moment stood still. Then, with , the
. iovelight in ber eyes, with arms out--tretched.
with the smile of her happy
sjirlbood upon her face, she moved
eagerly toward the door. . There stood
the young man, pausing on the thres-'
-hold, looking in.
"Archie!" the gentle voice faltered.
"Archie Yon have come yon have
- comer
The young man understood. To the
old lady before him he was the absent
lover returned. He came into the room,
put his arm about her and kissed her.
The young girl understood. She re
tmained silent behind the roses, and
"Watohed the pair sit down together on
the prim, old fashioned sofa, the face of
ine woman mummed with joy. her eyi
looking tenderly into those of the nuu.
her hands placed caressingly on his shoul
ders, hi her mind the passing years
bad brought no thought of change in
him she loved: she had watched for the
same stalwart young figure, the saqie
snnny face she had parted from. - .
Archia quickly took jn the situatk-i.
and felt the cruelty of undeceiving ber.
Better to Ie;tve her shattered mind test
firm in the belief that her own Archie
had returned as he had promised than to
attempt explanations, even if she would
have understood them. He determined
to act the part as well as he was able.
. She plied him with questions as to his
health, the voyage, etc., and he answered
with whatever apt fiction came to him.
taking her hands in his and smiling back
into her dimmed eyes.
"You seem to have been gone a long
time, Archie. How long?" She paused
and put her hand to her head. "A year
was it a whole year? Yes, perhaps as
much as a year. It confuses me to try
to remember but there! no matter, you
are here. How long it seems since you
gave me the rose that night and said
goodbyl"
She arose and took down from a shelf
behind her an old volume in red and
gold, opened it carefully and held it out
to him. .
"You ' remember how you broke it
from the bush at the gate and fastened
it in my hair?" Her voice trembled with
excitement. "There it is, pressed in tny
annual, the one you gave me. f have
kept it to show you."
.-- Archie took the book and bent over it.
On the open, yellow page lay a long
stemmed rose, withered and brown with
age, the last gift of the Archie of long
ago.
"It has turned brown while you hare
been across the sea and back again." '
The young girl listening outside caught
the quivering strain in the voice, and
fearing the effect of the unusual excite
ment upon her aunt now appeared at
the door. '
"Come in, Gracie. come in I 1 have a
visitor to introduce to you." She took
the girl by the hand and led her into the
room. "This is brother John's daugh
ter, Mr. Armitage. Gracie, this is my
old friend. Archie Armitage, who has
just come from England. We have
been talking over old times." . In her ex
cited joy all sense of incongruity seemed
lost to her.
The young people exchanged a swift
glance of intelligence as they bowed to
each other, and Grace said to her aunt:
'Don't you think you are a trifle tired
now, auntie? Perhaps you and Mr. Ar
mitage had better wait until tomorrow
to continue your talk? You know you
have not been very well."
The white haired woman looked
thoughtfully from one to -the other.
"Yes." she said slowly, "it is probably
somewhat late. I will send him away
shortly. Will you tell your father he
has arrived, dear?
"Papa knows Mr. Armitage is here,
auntie." replied Grace, "and I will go
Dack with him across the lawn. To
morrow youll have a long day together.'
"Y-e-s, perhaps that is best. I seem
somewhat dizzy. It has been so excit
ing to see you, Archie. She stroked
her brow slowly with her hand and sat
down in her easy chair. "Youll come
in the morning?"
"Yes, auntie. 111 come in early and
help you dress: but you must get quiet
now. auntie, dear. Good night"
"And. Gracie, Fll put on my blue fig
ured gown be used to like to see me in,
and the broad garden hat. and well have
the morning on the lawn. I shall have
to show him all the old nooks and cor
ners, and we'll have so much to say. so
much to tell each other."
She looked up at Archie' with a look of
exquisite tenderness, and he bent and
kissed her reverently. "Do not rise." he
said: "you are overtired and we will
have so much to talk of tomorrow. Good
night." He followed Grace to the door.
and as he closed behind him on the
picture of the w' liead bent over the
withered rose, hi- ..uought how much
they were alike, the woman and - the
flower.
When Grace opened the door of the
old wing the next morning she stopped
aDrupuy. Tne lamp still burned on the
table, and beside it in the easy chair sat
her aunt as they had left her, but with
closed eyes, and an odd, happy look of
youth upon her face, still holding in her
lifeless hand the stem of the rose, its
fragile petals lying scattered among the
soft folds of her dress and on the floor
about her. Charles Edwin Kinkead in
Pittsburg Bulletin.
Seemed Monotonous. ,
The other evening's little girl, a mite
of five years, lay on her mother's lap
during the children's hour. Play was
over ' and the white robed little figure
was ready to be tucked into bed.- But
she clamored for a story, and tne moth
er, told her of heaven; of the golden
pavements.' the great white" throne, the
snowy garments of the angels and -the
perpetual praise from the harps of the
great orchestra "of' the blessed. After
the story was finished the. child was' si
lent for a minute. ' Then she asked,
"Mamma, have we got to do just that
for ever and ever, amen?"' It will be
difficult to insure the orthodoxy of this
precocious young person. Detroit Free
Press. -
Extravagant. ,
Some Japanese real estate boomers
went out and founded a town and adver
tised as a leading feature "a great
avenue, fifteen feet wide, running the
length of the town. This extravagant
waste of land ' was reported 'to the gov
ernment, and the boomers were ordered
to simmer down or go to prison. Cin
cinnati Times-Star.
Let Him Try It.
A Philadelphia stirs-eon nn rim l
three strokes of his lancet ha cmli
lyze the nerves acted on to make a man
get. mau, ana uierearcer anyone could
null his nose, cuff his earn anrt Hrvir n
his boots and he .would simply smile a
oft, bland smile. Detroit Free Press.
SPANISH DISHES.
nV U Cm Oil In CooklDg Wttnmt its'
Disagreeable Effects.
Though, as a rule, Spaniards of the
better class are not early risers, they be
gin the .day with the desayuno, as they
call the meal. This usually consists of a
large cup of milk and coffee, or a small
cup of thick chocolate, with a kind of
cake called ensaimada. The chocolate
is made with milk, never with water, ex
cept in the poorest families. . Between 1
and 2 p. m. old fashioned Spanish folks
have their dinner. The table is very
simply laid with a clean cloth and sev
eral plates of sweets and - fruits; ' flowers
seldom appear; saltcellar, pepperbox and
mustardpot never. A spoon, fork and
knife lumped together, a tumbler for
water and a small wineglass are set at
each place.
A Spaniard never commits the heresy
of mixing wine and water; he Bays it is
spoiling two good things.' A goodly
sized loaf of bread flanks each plate.
The soup tureen is first handed round,
and, although its contents are a ' trifle
greasy, nothing can be more nourishing.
It is compounded of all the good things
that go to make up the classical cocido
or puchero. The substantial portion
with which the soup is made is placed
in three' separate dishes and served np
immediately afterward. On one dish
figure large, thick slices of boiled beef
and pieces of fowl with slices of bacon:
on another appear the garbanzos, or
chick peas, and on the third are the veg
etables with slices of chorizo, or sausage.
The cocido is usually eaten as it is,
though in some houses tomato sauce is
added. The puchero, or cocido, takes
its name from the pewter pot in which
it is slowly boiled. In every well regu
lated home throughout Spain the cocido
is made once a day, and a right good
thing it is, as at any hour you may
chance to need a cup of broth you can
be supplied with it. The next dish is
the frito. Frito means a fry, and the dish
usually consists of fried brains, fried
sweetbread, croquettes of fowl, etc
In no country are things fried better
than in Spain, because good olive oil is
used to fry them in, and oil makes those
delicacies more crispy. That Spanish
oil may be turned to good account for
anything in cooking will no doubt cause
unbounded surprise. There is no deny
ing the fact, however. Food ill prepared
with oil is no doubt a trying case in so
far as the palate and nostrils are con
cerned, but a good Spanish cook knows
well how to disguise the taste of the oil
in many ways.
The simplest and perhaps the best ad
vice is to let the oil ' come to a boiling
point and to throw in a piece of bread,
which is taken out as soon as it becomes
brown and thrown away. This takes off
any bad taste the oil may have. The
'pan is -then carried to an open window
and the steam blown away, a process
which as effectually clears it of any un
savory smell. Boston Transcript. .
Nearly Everybody Is Superstitions.
"The amount of mental suffering igno
rant people undergo from the fear of ill
omens being fulfilled is inconceivable to
persons of well balanced minds," said a
well known physician.
This doctor spent two years at one of
the charity hospitals on Ward's Island,
and while there had an excellent oppor
tunity for observing many peculiarities
and various phases of humanity among
the outcasts of a great city. Continu
ing after a short reverie the doctor said:
"Of course superstitions have existed
and will exist as long as there remains a
belief in the mysteries of future life. It
is seldom admitted by persons of intelli
gence that they are, to a greater or less
degree, at all subject to the uneasy feel
ing an-uncanny event will produce. But
it is really an exceptional thing to find a
person who has no superstitions what
ever. Generally the presentiments are
so unimportant that they are but sel
dom alluded to by the one experiencing
them, and are soon forgotten. But that
they do exist in nearly every mind is
undoubtedly true." Chicago, News.
Correcting- the Teacher.
In one of the Springfield grammar
schools the teacher was explaining an
example in arithmetic on the blackboard,
and had finished it with the exception of
the last two figures of the answer, which
was in dollars and cents, when she was
called out of the room. On returning
one of the pupils raised her- hand and
said, "There are some cents to the an
swer in the book, but there isn't any on
the board." "Whyi Nellie, what do you
mean by speaking to me like that? the
teacher exclaimed in anger. After the
school had been in a roar of laughter for
fully a minute it dawned on the teach
er's mind that it was "cents" instead of
"sense that the girl was talking about.
Springfield Homestead.
Wanted It to Float.
- Timothy Sheeler had become very rich.
but he remained very ignorant. Hav
ing traveled about the country by land
he began to i think he ought to visit the
coast states and have a yacht.
He consulted his friends on the subject
of the kind of boat he should buy.
"WhisV? you are about it." said one of
them, "you'd better get an iron boat."
The old man saw - in the suggestion
only an attempt to play a joke upon him.
"What, d'ye mean? he roared. "An
iron boat! ' Have me go sailin' 'round
the world in a cook stove, would ye?"
Youth's Companion.
. Superstition About Spiders. 1
Even school boys are led to forego
their usual destructiveness when spiders
are in question. I remember that when
I was a lad at Winchester it was consid
ered a most unlucky thing to do any in
jury to a particularly large kind of spider
which is sometimes found in the college
buildings, and which went among us
boys (or men, as we called ourselves) by
the name of a Wykehamist Corn hill
Magazine.
Strained Relatioas.
Archibald You are related to her by
marriage, are yon not? .
Frigiday No; JTm her brother oy re
fusal. Puck.
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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 tnriving, 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 tvrc
hundred miles.
. THE LARGEST WOOL MARKET.
The rich grazing country along the eastern , slope
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 beirig
shipped last year. - .
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 Klickital valley find
market here, and the country south and east has this
year filled the "warehouses, and all available storage
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, .ITS WEALTH
It is the richest city of its size on the coast, and its
money is scattered over and is being used to develop,
more farming country than is tributary to any other
city in Eastern Oregon. "
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