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CHAPTER III.
frHIS afternoon wore slowly
taway. .Joyce paced the lit- i
tie veranda restlessly, keeping I
Ml the same time a sharp I
lookout over the town. Once ho '
thought he snw Tom. accompanied by '
a group of excited men. passing down J
one of the streets, hut only a glimpse '
was to he hail, and the distance was i
too great to make sure. As the sun I
Flowh descended toward the dry inoun )
miits that Ixninded the plain, so the'
anxiety tf the young easterner .crew.!
Fruui time to time old Mrs. Klkins
would come out on the veranda and. f
shading her eyes with her hand, would1
glance rapidly over the visible portion 1
of the town. These visit.-, became
more frequent as one hour after an
otiicr pSM-d by. i
At last the sun went down, and with-
out any tv. iiiht interval the blue even-j
inc came. uld Mrs. IZIkins announced I
that supper a ready, and Joyce went 1
Into the house and seated himself at
the table, but he ate nothing and made '
an excuse to return to his post on the '
veranda.
U was quite dark. The stars were
shining brilliantly, as were the lights
Of the distant saloons, ami in one place, ',
wheie the biaeksmith had Ueeu sotting
n tire, there glowed a circle of deep red
coals. Half uihoiim ioiisly Joyce had'
heard the rattle of the dishes as Old
Mrs. Klkins cleared the table. Then he,
became aware that the rattling had j
stopped. He looked through the win-'
dow and saw that the room wa empty.
Joyce could stand the strain no lun
ger. Steppiu- li-luiy into the house,
he picked up the shotgun and, opening
tiie brevch. saw that the cartridges
w re tiiKlisturbed. then snapped the I
barrels rIsui ami stole out of the door
and dwn the road toward the town.
He walked rapidly, his spirits rising
at each slop at the thought of possible
aclfc'Ji and that familiar feel of thej
wvaim in hi IuuhI. j
Actvsrf the piece of vacant grounil
wiiere the tile had la-en heated some ;
owe was coming ami was whistling as
he cauie. As the dull ml light from i
the circle of glowing coals fell ujkju !
tliis itersoa. Joyce saw that it was
Tow. There was a stir in the deep
siiudon- .f ihe blacksmith shop, a
vhv cried "Hands up'" Instantly
Turn k-ax! aside in onler to gel out ;
of tlw light, drawing his pistol as ho
did so. At the same instant there i
cattle frotu the shadow a red spurt of I
Uauie and a sharp refwrt. Tom threw !
! Ms arms and fell backward as
though struck by a hammer.
Four in en darted from the shadow,
throwing the gun to his slwukler. j
.torx ilred at two of them, giving a j
barrel to each. The range was long j
for a shotgun, even though it was j
throwing buckshot, one of she men j
Ml. ilf-n struggled so rise. One of his !
Miura!-1 helped him to hi feet, and
they both vauislied in the darkness.
Sliousing i"or help. Joyce darted for
ward, rv.nning as he had never run be
for. The two remaining men toHl
tln Jr ground, and as soon as they could
iee him they lth llml and missed.
Joyce swung the empty gun around his
toad atid threw it. striking one f the
tuen on the breast and felling him.
"As the other man leveled his pistol j
for a second shot Joyce stooped and. j
rtuddmr forward, caught him with a
football tackle around she waist. He j
was lifted from the groutm. and with ;
all th imjMtus of the rush and with
nil lb4 strength of the big tenderfoot's
trained muscles he was thrown back
ward Into the circle of coals. He
shrieked frantically. His clothes were
Btnoklering in a dozen places a he
rolled out of the fire and lay writhing
On the ground in-side it.
Then three pistol shots cracked In the
darkness, with scarcely an appreciable
iatrval between them. The man who
had been hit by the gun and who. pis
tol in hand, had risen on one elbow
BhiverKl. fell back and lay still, old
Mrs. KIkhis hobbWl into the lirellgiit.
A cartridge blt supporting an empty
bolster was buckled around h"r walsL
Is. her hand she held n heavy pistol.
wlT'i a faint wreath of smoke still curi
hig troiu Its muxxle.
V'tfA I.g humiunl like n hive. On?
tUtout ai.-ver-l another, and there was
Uiesouml A many running feet. Joyce
as daxed. He was dimly conscious
that 1 ground ?eiued Instantly to be
-ov.-ri-'l witli men, that he asked sonio
oae if Tom were dead and Uiat ho waa
roughly tohl not to Ik? a fool, but to
help t-nrry Tom home, which he did.
(. the way he heard Old Mrs. Elklns
ask liir: why he .had not Used the Der
ri i that was in his pocket, and he
owu.-d with shame that he had utterly
forgotten that it had been there.
Thii he sai In" ihe little ki. uen wnu
hg fr !hws of Tom. It was hours bo
fore old Mr-;. Illkius appeared.
"X. he won't die. He'll git along
H right. I reckon," she said Joyfully,
anticipating his question. "You dono
lwiutifiil beitutiful. T.i win an' me Uj
migliiy jmHid of you. You don't min'.
do you?" she added apologetically, tim
idly stretching out her hand. Joyce
shook it gnjitefuHy. "Heali's the mon
ey foli that tlwah mine." said she after
a moment. "That's what he was held
t! fob. Vmii it."
Juytf took the buckskin bag that sin.
IfM towaitl ltim. emptied the gold
jrfeces tiuit were in it on the table and
did a l.e was told.
-Why. this i- half as much again as
1 paid for the mine." said he as he tin- j
halted .i.unting. Old Mrs. IJkins noti
hd.
1 i,H i u-as Tawm's llggah what he:
was a-talkin' 'bout." she said proudly.
Jovce ipiickly sej)arated the coins into
three .Npial pil-s. "That's your sharo
and Tom's." said he. pushing two of
the piles toward her.
"Ta win an me ain't in the mine lloat
In' btsiiKsJi." answered Old Mrs. 1C1
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A BEARD
rji $ $ ? $
kms indignantly. "Not one cent ol
that theah money do I touch, an' nc
nioah does Tawnt. He wouldn't any
how. but if he would' I'd not own him
lou think Tawm's blood's for sale?"
Joyce was troubled and stood un
easily lingering the piles of gold. After
the last part of Old Mrs. Klkins' speech
he hardly knew how to return to the
subject. She had counted on that fact.
"Hut I must do something." he said al
last despairingly.
Old Mrs. Klkiits stopped eagerly for
ward. "Tl eah Is one thing you kin
do!" she cried. "It's a favah fob tue
foh mo an" Tawui. Will you do It?"
"Of course I will. You know I will.
What Is it?"
i'you promise on yer wuhd?"
"Surely, very gladly."
"Well. I want you to leave this heah
town. It ain't no place fob you. Yon
can't do nothin' heah, an' likely theah'H
be trouble fob you If you do trouble
fob you an maybe fob us if you was
heah. Thenlt's a train what leaves at
sunup, an' houah font now. an I want
you to take It."
T.ut I can't go like this." Joyce re
monstrated. "There are a hundred
things to prevent. I h tven't got my
things packed, even. Taen I want to
hear what the doctor says when he
comes, and I ought to be here to testify
against those men when they're
brought to trial. 1 n.ust stay for a
few days anyhow. Keally 1 can't leave
you in this way."
"You'll go on that train." replied Old
Mrs. Klkins. "You promised. Your
things is all right. I packed 'em my
-elf. an Taw ni had 'em taken dow n to
the cab shed, all ready. Tawm wiahed
fob a doctah. too. fob me, one of the
lmys said. He'll come on the same
train as you go by. so theah ain't no
rt ay to see him. Hut I know Jus' as
well as he does 'NU1. a huht like
Tawm's. Theah won't be no call fob
any testifyin. The boys Is out aftah
them men now. an' they can't help but
git "em. i reckon we bet tab staht. I'll
walk down with you."
Still remonstrating. Joyce was start
ed for the train before he fairly real-iz-d
it. Old Mrs. KIkilM had calculated
the time well. There was barely time
for hhn to buy his ticket and get on
Ikiard and none at all for thoughts of
final backsliding. He stood on the
tear platform as the train drew out.
waving his hat In farewell to old Mrs.
Klkins who stood looking after him as
long as the train was in sight. Then,
with a deep sigh, she hurried home.
The doctor was already bending over
Tom when she reached the house. She
passed tjuietly through his room and
out by another door.
"How's it comin', doc?" asked Tom
faintly, looking up at the physician.
"All right. Ion't talk." answered the
other sharply.
"IMunked th'ough the slats?" inquir
ed Tom again.
"No. The ball glanced on one of the
slats, as you call them. loir-t talk. I
tell you. You'll be all right."
"I got ter talk fer a minute. Then
I'll plug myself. Listen. I want you
ter see her Ol' Mis' Elklns. Savvy?
There's somethin' dead wrong with
her."
"All right. Now shut up," replied
the doctor.
"No. but this Is dead level. She ain't
sick ter look at." gasped Tom labori
ously, "but somethln's got off jus' the
Fame. She'- cry in' all the time, an'
Khe's off her food. She never did that
way t.il now. She wanted ter git U.-nt
there tenderfoot roun' the house yere,
an' site did. an' every time as soon's
he went he cried. She didn't think I
keiched on. but I did. Then she's bust
ed ter git him outer the place yere.
changed right roun'. an' she did git
him ter go. Jus' now. an' now he's
gone she's cry In' again. I see her
witen dio come th'ough the room a
minute back. She's sure sick some
how. You ten ter that, will you?"
The doctor nodded, and Tom closed
his eves and was content.
A GIRL'S NATURE.
Utile SlirtiM That. It I .siihl, Itevenl
l'linne of t Intruder.
Much of a girl's nature Is betrayed
by the little act of brushing a speck
off a man's coat. If she picks off the
thread or imaginary bit of lint very
carefully between the thumb and fore
finger it is an indisputable sign that
she is a woman of a ery practical and
executive character.
on the other hand. If a girl should
brush the coat lapel of her fiance very
softly and tenderly with the second
and third finger of her hand lu her eu
de;.or to remove an invisible speck it
Is a sure sign that she Is more sentl
mental than practical. The man who
marries her will live in a continual at
mosphere of romance and bad house
keeping. There Is still another type of girl
who will brush the speck off a man's
coat with a broad sweep of the hand
in which all the lingers and thumb play
a part. She Is in all probability an
athletic irl who excels at tennis, golf
and the links and who will prove a
high spirited, strong minded woman
after marriage.
Then, again, the girl who puts a
flower in a man's coat with her hand
held jauntily upturned from the wrist
and the flower held in the tips of her
fingers is sure to be something of a
coquette, while the maid who gives
you only the tips of her flngora when
she greets you In the drawing room or
public street is probably an ambitious
girl.- Chicago Journal.
The Cmiic ol' I.lfe.
Life Is a queer game of blind man's
buff, played In a mist on a mountain
top. and the players keep dropping over
the precipb-es. Hut nobody heeds be
cause there are always plenty more,
and the game goes on forever. II.
Hitler Haggard.
HUMOR OF THE- HOUR
A Minor llefeet.
cacr Wii.it tio you think of my
crses? l'.ilkiiis has the face to say
tlicv are not pivm !
('rumple They come mighty near it.
then. They at least possess two of the
three leading elements of poetry. The
lines begin with capitals and they end
with rhymes. The only thing that is
lacking Is the ideas; that's all. Huston
Transcript.
Canine TnlU.
"Look at that little terrier," said the
Bt. Hernard. "He seems to be all out
of breath. (I radons, how he is puff
ing!" "Yes." replied the mastiff, "his lungs
seem too strong for his little body."
"In other words, he appears to bt
too small for his pants." ('atholh
Standard and Times.
Very Lifelike.
"1 see you have a photograph of my
wife Mrs. 1'yle Onstyle-in your sh
case. It's very like her." said the eld
erly caller.
"Yes." replied the photogrnphc
somewhat bitterly, "ami she h-isii't
paid me for it yet."
"Ah! That's still more like her."
IMiiladelphla Tress.
A qncHtlon of Why.
Haltv Moore I understand that youni;
d'Auber is so devoted l.i bis art that In
sometimes misses his meals.
Calvert. Jr. I knew lie missed hi
meals occasionally, but 1 had heard a
different reason aligned f r it ami
more professional. Hnltimorc Ameri
can. She How long hae mi dinced!
He t li. years.
She- Well, don't be discouraged.
Chnniieil Ills
Swaddlecomb Last time I saw you.
If 1 remember rightly, you told me you
were about to be married.
Yipsley I did intend to be. but at the
last moment another rich relative died
and left me a lot more money, and I
haven't spent It all .vet. -Chicago Trib
une.
Th rotvl ntr Doi n the (omiitlel.
"1 confess." said he during the tiff.
"I can't understand you at all. You're
a regular puzzle."
"Well." she retorted deiianth. "if I'm
an unsolvable puzzle there's only one
thing for you to do give me up."
I'hiladelphla Tress.
An I'lioiiimcn I xi 1 Topic.
"That man talks about nothing but
the weather."
"Yes." answered the man with the
rheumatism, "he Is always trying to
make himself disagreeable." Wash
Ington Star.
The I2ml.
I'pson Is love a disease?
I owns -The worst In the world.
Fieklesou nearly died with it.
Upson--What cured him?
Downs - Marriage. Detroit Free
Tress.
Kull Time.
Hello Hear about Madge? She has
signed a life contract to lecture.
Kate What? You don't mean it!
Hello- Yes, It's true; a marriage cer
tificate.- Tuck.
Football Tronic.
"How did your college cousin have
his new photograph taken, full front?"
"No; halfback. He is on the football
team." Judge.
A Coquette.
lie saw a rln; uion htr hand
Ero he his lovo ha1 r.poUen.
And io he nuked hor if the Kern
Could be annthcr'H token.
"How can I toll?" the maid replied,
Whl!o hope hla heart Imhuetli.
"I nevur let my rlsht hand know
Tho thltiKS my left hand doeth."
New York American.
Thr SuvliiHr I.iKht.
We boast our light; but. If we looli
not wisely on the sun Itself. It smiles
us into darkness. The light which we
have gained was given us not to be ev
er staring on, but by it to discover on
ward things now remote from all
knowledge. Milton.
Force of Ilnlilt.
Miss Antique Why have you always
remained single? Oldbach Simplv
from force of habit. I suppose. You
know- you know I was born that way.
- Thiladelphla Itocord.
Cou-ol 1U'.
WOMAN AND FASHION
I'or otiiiu ;ii-i.
Fanc Ktous. with skirt to match,
are eminently becoming to young girls
and are to be gre.tfly worn during the
coming season, as they have been dur
ing this one. The excellent model Illus
trated Is adapted to a wide range of
KAXCV lTON WITH SKIUT.
materials and can be made available
for occasions of dress or for school
wear, as the trimmings are simple or
elaborate. The model Is made of gold
en brown veiling, with bandings of
f .ncy bra'd and yoke of ecru lace, and
is exceedingly graceful, as the mate
rial takes beautiful lint's and folds, and
for immediate use nothing is better.
Hut lightweight cloth and the many
other suitings In vogue are also appro
priate. ihe quantity of material required
for the medium size Is eight yards
twenty-one Inches wide, six yards
twenty-seven inches wide or three and
three quarters yards fifty-three indies
wide.
Winter llnuit- Cown.i.
The smartest house gowns must be
m loose fitting, graceful lines, and
een a hint of crinoline is not evident
unless In the width around the skirt
ami the multitude of plaited anil gath
ered tlounces in lace or chiffon that are
requisite to the finish of the skirt. It
must be understood that these tlounces
and rallies are neer on the skirt, but
under the gown itself or else on the
underskirt, always so arranged as to
hold out the skirt, but not as part of
the trimming.
l'nsli Ioiin Iii (Mover.
Dainty pearl gray gloves for prome
nade wear ami the pale tan and cham
p.igne white tines that are so modish
hae colored linings or smart colored
gauntlets with pretty little button fas
teners to match. The Hiarritz glove,
with Its elastic mil through at the
wrist. Is a pattern that always gains a
steady amount of popularity.
Two button dogskin are worn with
walking suits, and the lighter shades
.ire nio-,1 in vogue.
tiallooii Tr tin in I iikn.
Tan. y gallic ; is a favorite trim
ming for both vehet and doth gowns
and wrap.-. Trimming makers have
never before made so many or such
equJ-lteIy dainty styles In galloons
and braids. Hits of color twinkle In
and out between the heavy coarse
meshes of the braid in a way that adds
wonderfully to the charm of the gown.
Street Continue.
The severe tailor gown shown is
made of chestnut brown cheviot. Hoth
pkirt and coat open on the side ami are
BKVEKK TAILOR OOW.
fastened with large buttons covered
with cloth. The coat Is tight fitting.
The skirt has a plain front gore, but
Bides and back are laid In wide plaits.
Cronnvfll Cnllnrn nnd Cuffs.
Very wide Cromwell cuffs and collars
are of stiff linen, dotted with embroid
ery, done with mercerized thread.
The Scliixh Mini.
A bachelor one day set the tablo In
his lonely abode with plates for him
self and an Imaginary wife and five
children. He then sat down to dine,;
and as he helped himself to food ho J
put the same quantity on each of the
other plates and surveyed the prospect, I
at the same time computing the cost.
He Is still a bachelor.
12en Then.
Think twice before you speak, and
even then nine limes out of ten the
world won't lose anything if you keep
still. .SomervUlo Journal.
NEW SHORT STORIES
she Tmiulit 1 1 1 in Tnet.
The lale Louis Iicischmann. the mil
liona ire baker, not only distributed
food to poor men in the "bread line" he
had established in this city, but he also
got these men employment. He went
aiming them and conversed with them,
and the delicacy of his questions to
tlii-ni. the care he took not to hurt their
feelings, was remarkable. One day he
said :
"The more unfortunate and wretched
people are the more sensitive they are.
the more easily they are wounded. The
public does not bear this fact enough
in mind.
"And yet It is a fact that is continu
ally being proved, sometimes pathetic
ally, sometimes humorously. It was
proved humorously to a friend of mine
last summer in Scotland.
"He was making a walking tour. He
was climbing mountains and viewing
lakes ami torrents. One morning on .a
quiet mail he met a young woman, tall
and comely, who walked barefoot.
"Surprised, my friend stopped the
young woman and said:
"'Do all the people hereabout go
barefoot?'
"She answered:
"Some of them do, and the rest
mind their own business.' "New York
Tribune.
Ilnd the Symptom.
"A friend of mine, an overworked ed
itor." said Senator Depew. "took last
summer his first vacation in seventeen
years.
"He went to a rugged New Kngland
district, a quaint village that nestled
at the foot of great mountains on the
shore of a deep lake.
"He arrived on a bright, fine morn
ing, and so greatly was he pleased
with the grandeur of the scenery and
with the pure and perfumed air that,
setting out for a little exercise, he
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"t ii.Mi: w ith mi: to tub station- uorsE."
soon found himself leaping fences, run
ning, singing and dancing through the
country like a child.
"Suddenly as he skipped around a
curve of a quiet road a hand was laid
on ids shoulder, ami a stern, angry
face looked into his.
"Come with me to the station
house.' a harsh voice said.
"'Why. what for? asked the amazed
editor.
"i am the town constable,' said the
other, 'an' for the last half hour I
have been watchin' ye junipin' over
fences an" singin' an" dancin'. No sane
man would act so. an' I'm goin to lock
ye up for an escaped lunatic' "Den
ver Kepublican.
Out of Order.
T. J. ("Mrlou. a well known young
New York lawyer, tells this story about
Senator Albert T.everidge: "Several
years ago the ladies belonging to a cer
tain club in Indianapolis held a meet
ing at which the speakers were all to
be women. Mrs. T.everidge was one of
those who occupied seats upon the
platform. During the afternoon Mr.
T.everidge entered the hall ami was
given a seat next to his wife. At the
conclusion of the address of one of the
ladies Mr. Heveridge arose, approached
the front of the platform ami began
talking to the audience without having
been invited or introduced.
The chairman of the occasion was
William Deacon, now managing editor
of the Indianapolis News, and he did
not like Heveiitlge anyway. Through
out the talk of the senator to be Dea
con sat with his head resting In his
hands, never once lifting his eyes.
When the finish came he drawled out.
without looking up, "The lady who has
Just spoken is out of order." New
York Times.
THE BRIDE'S PORTION.
At One Time It Wum Stated In the
Weilil I ii ur A ii no mi cement.
It was a common custom In tho
eighteenth century, especially during
the reign of (Seorge II., to Insert no
tices of marriage stating the bride's
portion in contemporary periodicals
and newspapers both In Kngland and
Scotia mi.
Almost every number of the CJentlo
mati's Magazine at that time contain
ed several of these records, of which
the following. In lT.'H. Is a specimen:
"Married, the Hevtl. Mr. Hoger Waina,
of York, about twenty-six year of age,
to a Lincolnshire lady, upwards of
eighty, with whom he Is to have S,
IX'O In money. ".oo per annum, and a
coach and four, during life only."
Sometimes the notice merely de
scribes the bride as a lady with a
"good portion" or a "genteel fortune."
One of the latest notices was In Arls'
T.irmingham (Jazette, July M, 1800.
which recorded the marriage of Mr.
Canning, undersecretary of state, to
Miss Scott, "with 100.000 fortune."
London Telegraph.
Young Widow (to partner at ball)
Mr. Crogan. I've made a wager of a
pound of chocolate that you aro a sin
gle man. Mr. Crogan Ye'vo lost,
ma'am. Tin wan av thrlplets. Chicago
Tribune.
iaSv 3 Nil lm
V I I C I
. 'J ' J4
NATIONAL ELECTION DAY.
"Why the Tuesiliiy Alter the I'lrnt
Monthly In .i ciulicr.
Why should ihe law pre-i-ribe "the
Tuesday next after the first Monday
in November" instead of saying "the
first Tuesday?" Like many other small
things this provision introduces an in
teresting picture of the past.
Although the constitution requires
the electors in all the states to meet
and choose a president on tho same
day, it was not until 181. that a law
was passed by congress providing that
the electors should be chosen on the
same day throughout the United
ftates. When William Henry Harrison
was the Whig candidate, in lsiO. New
York began to vote on the first Monday
in November, and the polls were kept
open until Wednesday night. Klectlon
day In Massachusetts was the second
Monday, but before that day, In this
Instance, enough states had voted to de
cide the contest. The National Intelli
gencer of that year records that several
thousand aged and infirm Whigs in
Massachusetts did not bother to go to
the polls.
Delaware voted a day later than
Massachusetts. Illinois, Indiana and
Pennsylvania were among the early
voting states. Alabama was one of the
last. This diversity, combined with
slow methods of transmitting news.
left the election results in doubt for
many days.
The system was not satisfactory. The
states that voted early had an undue
Influence on the result. Kspedally was
this true as communication became
more rapid, and by IS 10 an enthusiastic
editor told how the news from Pitts
burg had been brought to New York In
thlrtv-tive hours. "This," he added
significantly, "is a sign of the times."
Congress accordingly decided to es
tablish a uniform day. The original
bill named the first Tuesday In No
vember, but it was found necessary to
harmonize this with the requirement
that not more than thirty days should
elapse before the meeting of the elect
oral colleges lu the different states,
which had been set for the first
Wednosdav in December. When Tues
day is the first day of November, De
cember will have no Wednesday till
the seventh. The Interval Is tliirty
seven days. Under the law as it was
passed in 1SI." not more than twenty
nine days can elapse between election
day ami the first Wednesday in De
cember. Under the law of 1SS7 the
electors do not meet to give their votes
until the second Monday in January.
Youth's Companion.
TRICKS OF THIEVES.
Clever Scheme That Aid In the I'cr-
pctrutloii of Crime.
"Thieves resort to clever methods In
order to get away with the gotKls," said
m old police otllcer. "ami I am firmly
convinced that If the criminals of the
world would devote the same amount
of time, talent and patience to think
ing out uplifting and advantageous
schemes for humankind they would
In a short while revolutionize the world
in many useful ways. Hut somehow
the mind of the criminal seems to
be sharper, if I may say It. and bright
er and quicker than the mind of the
honest man. The fact may be ex
plained in any number of ways. In
the first place, the criminal has noth
ing to do but think out some plan
of getting something that doesn't be
long to him. That is his special busi
ness. Quite naturally the plan he
works out under those circumstances
will often startle even the oldest men
lu the police departments of the coun
try. Who would have thought of the
wire saw. a thing so small that It can
be slipped In between the layers of the
shoe sole, but the criminal who found
in It a ready, convenient and unfailing
means of escape? He Is constantly
thinking up some new scheme. Here
we find a man and woman In a Jewelry-
store. The woman carries a parrot with
her. The bird suddenly gets away and
begins to llutter around in the store.
The lewder Is afraid the parrot will
break something. He tries to catch It
and succeeds after a short while. A
small purchase is made. The man and
the woman leave, itesult. several hun
dred dollars' worth of Jewelry gone.
It was stolen during the excitement
over the bird. (ood scheme, eh? Yet
It K but one out of a million worked
iv the clever degenerates of tho
world." New Orleans iimes-Denio-
rat.
YOUR MORNING DRAM.
l.t't It lie ii Clnsi of AVnter nntl En-
Joy nil IiinIiIc Ilath.
Drink a glass of water when you get
out of bed in the morning. Never mind
the size of the glass. Let the water
le cold if you will. Some people pre
scribe hot water, but that isn't neces
sary. You may have washed your face
already and relished the expeiienco.
You may have taken a cold plunge into
the tub and delighted In the shock and
Its reaction. The brisk use of the tooth
brush has left your mouth clean and
the breath sweet. Hut you are dirty
still.
Drink, a glass of cold water and en-
Joy the sensation of being dean Inside.
All that Is luxurious in the cold bath
cleansing the outside Is artificial. That
which should prompt the glass of wa
ter after sleeping Is natural.
I Uinlc a glass of cold water In the
name of cleanliness. It becomes one
of the shortest and easiest of toilet
duties. It in Hwallowcd in a second,
and in live lnluutes it lias passed from
the stomach, taking with It the clog
ging secretions of the alimentary
tracts. It has left behind the stimulus
that goes with cold water, and, by fili
ng the arterial system to the normal. It
uts a spur to the circulation that has
grown sluggish In the night. Chicago
Chronicle.
I.iUeil "Wooden Ship.
Admiral FaiTiigut was a "very old
fashioned sailor, with a strong preju
dice in favor of wooden ships." says
Captain F. S. Hill lu his "Twenty
Years at Boa." The admiral had gain
ed his victories In such ships and de
clared himself "too old a dog to learn
new tricks." In tho Mobile lights his
flagship was the wooden ship Hart
ford, though he was urged to take the
new Ironclad Tccumseh. It was a note
worthy coincidence that the Tecumseh
was the only vessel lost In the bat tio.
She was sunk by a torpedo and went
down with her captain, and more than
a hundred of her crew.
9
Gems In Yerse
I?- $
Fate's Answer.
"What Is the tim.-.' '
A little child asked on a fair Juno day.
" "Vis time to play." said Fate.
And. romping merrily. It wont on its way.
"What is tho time?"
A boy asks, half in earnest, half In Jest.
" 'Tis time to think." said Fate.
"To vv Id the chain of knowledge link by
link."
"What is the time?"
The boy to manhood grown now eager
asks.
" 'Tis time to love and wed." said Fate:
"To give tho heart precedence to tho
heal."
"What is th time?"
A f ith r v.-iili grave face 13 asking now.
" TI. time to strive," said Fate:
"To toll for others and for others thrive"
"Wh t is the time?"
At it an old man. bent with years and
care, the question iats.
" 'Tis tinifc to die," shIiI Fate.
"And in the earth which nourished theo
to lie."
And thin was the last question and reply.
The last mid earthly pccnes.
Yet who shall say
Th it In some gentler clime
t ! known aiul here unknowable
i' ! answers will not follow those of
F.it .
X'.'l ; I! the glories of an endless dny.
Answers inded. but not like those of
time--
lUtmt. brief and harsh of sound
Hut flltt tl with love that hath no mete nor
bolllul.
C. C. An?tistin in Chicago Intor Ocean.
Qood Morning.
-:sg. my little boy blue,
'i i: of the dawn's in the sky.
The gi.t s of the meadow is wet with tho
djv.
And the robin Is singing on high.
The sun of ambition not yet
Has come with Its pitiless rays
To bring you tlxe (Hinting, the pain and1
the sweat
Of the noontide of passion abhi2e.
No sign of the cloutl ruck appears.
No Idnt of tho wild afternoon:
Its lightning of loss and its tempest of
tears
And the darkness that falleth too soon.
Then follows the bow of that pcaco
"Which paints the departing of light.
When pleasures and labors and sorrows
must cense
In the infinite calm of the night.
Good morning, thwn. little boy blue.
The Hush of tho dawn's In the sky:
The gruss of tho meadow is wt with the
dew.
And the robin is Flnghic on high.
-Frederick A. Wright in Critic.
Between.
Life means to us a thousand different
things;
The highest meaning is the one we miss.
And yet a warning voice unc asing sings,
"Life Is eternity's parcntlusls."
Grace II. Iloutelle.
GREAT THOUGHTS.
They Have the Oift of Immortal
Youth mi I Strength.
The influence of the law of action
and reaction ean be traced more clear
ly in those everyday human affairs
which come under our individual ob
servation than in the greater move
ments of mankind which are often im
perfectly recorded. We act and are
acted upon. The people wo meet make
an impression on us; the Impression
may be for the moment or It may last
through life. Hloom, fragrance, grace,
harmony, beauty, majesty, affect us
agreeably; deformity, imbecility, dis
tress, cruelty, affect us unpleasantly.
The plea of the unfortunate, the
thought of our visitor, the opinion in
the newspaper, the Issues of the time.
Impress us in accordance with our
mood- or natures. Certain words, tones,
sights, awaken echoes within us of old
happiness or pain.
There are words and tones which
produce beautiful reacuus the lulla
bies of the mother, the endearments of
the lover, the voice of sympathy, the
enchantment of music, the messages
of the poets, the trumpet calls to hon
or and duty. And there are words
which produce misunderstanding, con
fusion, aversion, anger the words of
whining, complaining, fault finding, of
envy, jealousy, slander, of malice, in
tolerance, brutality.
The response to the public speaker s
reciprocal to his power. If he bo dun,
the hearers are wearied; if he bo con
vincing, courageous, forceful, the au
dience will kindle, and ho may rouse
them to laughter or tears, to Indigna
tion or fury, to generosity or sacrifice.
He may change the opinions and con
victions of some and the courso of the
lives of others; he may even save a
city from slaughter or make a state.
If his thought be really great. It may
live through many ages, stirring gen
eration after generation. The reaction
of moral effort may be prolonged; It
may even gain force with time, indi
cating its connection with some stu
pendous primal energy. Tho echo of a
great physical convulsion dies quickly,
but the echo of the words of Confu
cius and Buddha, of Plato, Seneca and
Christ, still lives. The voice of Socrates
before his judges kindles men whoso
ancestors were untamed savages when
Socrates spoko. Buildings decay, mon
uments fall, rivers run dry, races de
cline, but a great thought suffers from
no impairment or decrepitude; it has
the gift of Immortal youth and
strength. From "Balance: The Funda
mental Verity," by Orlando J. Smith.
SYMPATHY.
Sympathy is food to a starving heart.
Sympathy is two hearts pulling at
one load.
Sympathy is the staff on which trou
ble leans.
Sympathy is the cream that rises on
the milk of human kindness.
Sympathy in sorrow's hour is like the
gentle rain to drooping flowers.
Sympathy is the least the rich may
give, tho most the poor can offer.
Sympathy Is the blossom grown from
the costly bulb called personal suffer
ing. Sympathy is a well toned instrument
that readily responds to noteiof weal
or woe.
Sympathy is the most powerful hu
man magnet for attracting and holding
friendship.
Sympathy Is perfect forgetfulness of
oneself In true feeling for the uiihap
piness of others.
Sympathy Is love's healing balm
spread by pity's tender hand on Sor
row's heart wound.