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•rer, ji » merf-sti. •Uifting «rd rest-
as wo are." .»er !«♦ .quite at home
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in « holt«« hired, or borrow*!, for a
limit*? time. !? ls<
the extra bay
window that a»* put on ourselves, and
th« “elium tree in the front yard that
father planted.
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OM6ON
Everything will be made of cemeut
and by.
Perhaps the only sure way to beat
a tax on Inheritance« will be not to
die.
Save your old wastebasket«. A lit
tle trimming will convert them Into
fashionable spring hat».
Even classic Boston butts into the
municipal corruption processlou with a
million dollar graft case.
Mr. Binns, the wireless hero, was
fittingly given a ride in a horseless
carriage when lie reached home.
There Is a post office in Nebraska
named Tonic, but it is not believed
that the postmaster took the office fbt
his health.
English women are in prison for at
tempting to see Premier Asquith. Judg
tng by bls pictures he Is not much of
a sight, either.
The Treasury Department is to
change the pictures on the greenbacks.
Most of us will continue to have the
same designs on them, however.
Princes George and Alexander of
Bervla have traded names, but the peo
ple of Servia are busy hoping each
may have retained his own character.
No matter how high prices of bricks
may be boosted by a combine of manu
facturers, it is not probable that the
practice of throwing them will be ren
dered less popular.
A Missouri Judge decides that when
a man merely does the chores around
the house he Is not working. That
will hold some men for a while who
think they are models of Industry.
Prominent citizens who are figuring
on taking luncheon with the new Presi
dent will learn with deep regret that
Mr. Taft takes only an apple for
lunch, and does not leave any core.
A well-to-do merchant of New Cas
tie, Pa., wrote a scathing letter to his
wife and she committed suicide. When
he heard of It, he collapsed and was
taken to a hospital. How much nicer
kindness and forliearing are!
What is heroism, after all, but doing
in exceptional circumstances what
would be plain duty tn ordinary cir
cumstances? It is the one who habitu
ally does the second that fills thf bill
when given a chance at the first.
A young woman In New York eloped
with a gentleman and was greatly sur
prised to find that she had become fhe
stepmother of nine children by that
act. Therefore she deserted her ne^>'
husband. Is there no romance pos
sible for a widower with children?
While he was on ills way home from
a bull fight recently King Alfonso of
Spain stopped for the purpose of lay
ing tile corner stone of a free soup
kitchen for th*» poor. He was prob
ably actuated by a desire that there
ahould be a fitting disposition of the
remains of the bulls killed In th? ring.
Mother Shipton’s alleged prophecy,
so long regarded as the most wonder
ful prediction ever uttered until it
was proved to have been a "fake,"
failed to provide for the automobile,
although she did foretell the steam lo
comotive. But the automobillst’s case
was anticipated many centuries before.
See Nahum, chapter 2. verse 4 : “The
chariots shall rage in the streets; they
shall Jostle one against another In the
broad ways; they shall seem like
torches; they shall run like the light
nings.”
“Passengers riding on the pintforms
do so at their own risk." according to
the rule of almost nil street railways,
and the statement 1» by’ no means a
mere form of words. A Boston lad
Stepped from a car in order that two
women might alight. As he boarded
it again the car started suddenly, and
he was injured. He sued the company
and got a verdict, but the Supreme
Court of Massachusetts has set it
aside on the ground that "by volunta
rily becoming a passenger on a car so
crowded that he could not get inside,
he took the risks incident to transpor
tation under these cfrrumstances.” It
seems hard that an act of courtesy
should lead to misfortune, and that
this in turn ahould be met with a
"served you rightbut such warn
ings are meant to discourage not the
practice of courtesy, but the assump
tion of unnecessary risks.
President Taft, according to the
omniscient newspapers. Is helping Mrs.
Taft to make the White House n home.
The idea Is that these good Americans
are going to try to live In the White
House ns they would If it were their
private property, to relegate business
to the executive office buildings, to di
minish the ceremonious trappings of
high position, and make their friends
feel "at home,” There are difficulties
In the way. A public official, no mat
ter where lie Ilves, must resign himself
to having his parlor turned Into a con
ference-room One of (he most retir
ing of distinguished .tnyeriean women
rwently complained that her house
a ¿mbits* Institutioa Mura-
The British chancellor of the ex
chequer la said to be working sixteen
hours a day to contrive ways and
means to meet an estimated deficit of
sixty five million dollars lu his coming
budget. Among the means under con
sideration are Increased license duties,
income tax and land tax. Doubtless
tile new secretary of the American
treasury has a fellow feeling with Mr.
Lloyd George, though lie lias no re
sponsibility for raising revenue to meet
the deficiency. That is the business of
congress. On both sides of the ocean
there seems to lie tnore thought #of
raising new revenue than of reducing
expenditures. Over there they attrib
ute tlie deficit to old age pensions,
which will require nearly forty-five
million dollars, though the responsibili
ty might well lie shared with increased
army and navy requirements. Here
we might in the same spirit charge the
coining deficit to Civil War pensions,
which require more than the largest
estimate made of It. We cannot pre
tend, two generations after the end of
tlie war, that these are anything than
a special form of old age pensions.
Nevertheless we think that tlie A inert
can people would disband the army
and hang up tlie navy liefore they
would allow the pension list to bt
touched. Whether we admit it or not.
every form of public pensions or othei
care for the old or poor or helpless 1»
a rcognitlon of the obligation of mod
ern civilization to take charge of the poot
it makes. Orphanages and homes fot
the aged and hospitals as well as alms
houses express the sense of this obli
gation on the part of private founders
ns well ns the state. The Industrial
civilization by which alone increasing
millions can be maintained on th«
earth’s surface produces inevitably ex
tremes of riches and poverty. Priva
tion and suffering Intolerant to mod
ern humanity can be prevented only bj
some form of distribution of the excess
among the deficient. They who cry
out most loudly against the heresies of
Socialism recognize tills necessity In
other ways.
BASKET IS PUZZLE TO TRAFFIC
MEN.
So I. hi - rc I hllt H < nr Which W 111
Hold It linn Not Vet llei-o Pound«
Tlie traffic officials of the North
western Pacific are much perplexed
over a basket they have l>een request
ed to receive for shipment from Utah
to Brooklyn, N. Y. It is said to be
tho largest basket In the world, and
this must be true, for there Is some
doubt whether It will pass through the
tunnels of the Sierras.
The basket Is of Indian manufac
ture and was designed as a storehouse
for grain. It is shaped like the usual
bushel measure, is mounted on poles
to make it Inaccessible to rodents and
has a huge basket work cover. It Is
wider than the door of tin ordinary
box car. yet it could not be shipp'd
on a fiat car, as it would be liable
to destruction from the sparks of a
locomotive.
The contrivance was purchased from
the Indians by Dr. J. W. Hudson, hf
Ukiah, and by him sold to the Brook
lyn Institute of Arts and Sciences, to
be installed in its museum. The doc
tor paid only $25 for the basket, but
it Is likely to be worth a fortune be
fore It reaches the Atlantic coast.
Taking it for granted that the has
ket can be moved at all by rail, the
tariff officials are searching the clas
sitlcation sheets to determine under
what rate the shipment would move.
Some claim the basket Is merely u
basket, while others contend that ft
would move under the classification
that Includes "parts of grain eleva
tors." Traffic Manager Geary is of
tlie opinion that the thing is a corn
crib and should be so billed. In any
event, it Is too large to get in an
ordinary ls>x car and must, therefore,
take a minimum weight of 5,000
¡founds, nithough it weighs only 200
pounds. Under this Interpretation of
the tariff it could cost $175 to move
the granary to Brooklyn San Fran
cisco Chronicle.
THE “BELL" OF 1909.
Louisville Time«.
At the DeNRert Interval.
Parson Prater tat dinner)—At this
season there is no teaching of the
scriptures that Is more timely than the
sentiment, "The Lord loveth a cheer
ful given."
The Parson’s Prodigy—riease pass
me another piece of pie, pop.—Boston
Courier.
The family with a lAyear-old boy
in tlie house has no earthly use for a
thirty six volume encyclopedia.
If you look for pineapples on a pins
tree year search will be fruitless
THE IDEAL LABOR UNION.
By Chancellor Day of Syracuse University.
There might be a union 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 and helpfulness both to the laborer
and to tlie manufacturer, both to the work-
ingnian and to the contractor.
Let 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 tlie business and how to serve
them. Let it compel its wage, not by excluding those
who choose to work for less or to work when the union
men will not work, but by furnishing tlie highest type
of man 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 union but a first-class man.”
Ix»t the union have clubrooms, and discuss thrift and
temperance and home sanitation and ways and means
of getting the home and furnishing It with books and
periodicals for mental improvement, and spend some of
the time in amusements and healthy games now spent in
the saloons. Let the energy now being put into opposi
tion to capital be used in self-improvement and furnish
Ing a higher class of mechanic.
/
TRAINING THE FACULTIES FOR SUCCESS.
By John .4. Howland.
Concentration of mind in harmonious rela
tion witli bodily activity is tlie greatest active
force in civilization. There are human activi
ties which are effective without concentration
in tlie mind, but somewhere in the harnessing
of this force 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 and of body,
and for the best results this acquirement must insure a
harmonious relation between brain and brawn. Advice
to a man, "You must concentrate yourself In your work,”
is about as ineffective as to suggest to him that he grow
four indies taller than he is. If he has come to maturity
without learning concentration, he is not likely ever to
appreciate tlie need sufficiently to undergo the training
necessary to get it.
Concentration of the faculties not only Is a safeguard
against 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 maximum in re
sults. 'There is no work in life where tills attentiveness
does not render assurance to the worker and to every
one Interested In that work. This concentration is a
visible evidence of dependableness in tlie man. 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
¡lower 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.
By (i. Santay ana.
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
faith in the ideal, all this Is more, a great deal
more, than any science can hope to be.
When a man 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 Muster was
but the vague expression of Ills 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 oi>position in His will and His vision between the
Impulses of Ills nature and tho events of His life. This
is what we commonly designate as omnipotence and cre-
atlon.
In the contemplation of beauty our faculties of percep
tion have the same perfection; it is, indeed, from the ex
perience of beauty and happiness, from the occasional
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 that adequacy and per
fection which in geueral we objectify in an ideal of God.
PEOPLE. NOT THE BOSSES, RULE.
By (iov. 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
play 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
GOV. HUGHES
ticular man, and no party leader
has a right to assume the role of dictator, or so to vlo-
late tlie manhood of elected officials as to parade them be
fore tlie people as subject to his domination.
dearest girl in the world and bring
her witli me to Cloverdale. But, of
course, It will rest with her whether
Oh, to be a cricket.
I shall accept the call or not—that Is
That's the thing!
a woman’s prerogative, Isn't it? How
To scurry in the grass
ever, lot us see you in Brookwood
And to have one’s fling!
whenever ft suits your convenience to
And it’s oh, to be a cricket
In the warm thistle-thicket
come, etc.”
Where the sun-winds pass,
Viola folded up the closely written
Winds awing.
sheets and returned them to the envel
And the bumble-bees hang humming.
ope. Then she opened young Vandiv
Hum and swing,
er's letter with mechanical fingers and
And the honey-drops are coming!
glanced wearily at his twenty-fifth dec
It's to be a summer rover.
laration of love, accompanied by an Im
That can see a sweet and pick it
passioned ¡ilea to marry him and sail
With the sting!
for Europe in June, whither he was go
Never mind the sting!
ing to complete his course gt Heidel
And it’s oh to be a cricket
In the clover!
berg. Go abroad—away from it all —
A gay summer rover
show him tlpit she had not given her
In the warm thistle-thicket.
love unmasked, and that • • •
Where the honey-drops are coming,
She flung back her head with a quick
Where the Iminhle-bees hang humming— accession of pride, and excitement
That's the thing !
a smile to her lips, a glow to her eyes.
She would do It; yes, she would ac
cept Eustace Vandiver and go with him
to the ends of the earth if need be—
anywhere away from tills.
THE CRICKET.
II.
Viola met the postman at the front
door. He gave her two letters; one
was addressed in Diana Colvert s ab
surdly angular hand, and 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 half a dozen years.
She went out and 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 tho
first eight pages avidly, then suddenly
the sheets fell from her bands and
fluttered to the ground. The roses, the
hollyhocks.
the
snapdragons,
the
violets and Jessamine, nodding ami
drooping in the sun-warmed air, melt
ed swiftly into a hideous rainbow of
Impossible color, the matutinal chirp
ing of the birds grew harsh and mock
ing, the blue of tlie sky turned black.
At last she stooped and gathered the
letter into her trembling hands and
went on with her reading.
The minister, their minister, going to
be married and move to Cloverdale!
Billy Colvert, Diana's brother, had had
a letter from him, no there could be no
mistake about it. And she—what a
little simpleton she had been to waste
her affections on someone who was go
ing to wed another girl. Surely. In
their Intimate relations of the last
year be must have guessed her morti
fying secret; probably he wns taking
this very step to get clear of her. Burn
ing tears sprang to Viola’s eyes and
dripped over her throbbing cheeks.
But she dastied them away in fierce
•elf-scorn, and read on to the end. her
lips compressed, the blood scorching
her temples.
There were hla exact words, quoted
from Billy’s letter: “I am seriously
considering making a change In my
r«std»m<-s. 1 hope soon to marry the
She went to her room and sat down
at her desk, but something seemed to
dull her brain and numb iter hands;
she could not write a syllable. In
despair she took her portfolio under
her arm and returned to the veranda;
the shade of tlie orchard beyond entic
ed her and she ran down the steps and
HE GAVE
HER TWO LETTERS.
i>ast the flower beds to the gate on the
otiier 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 iter
with a vague, musical rustle, and
cooling the hot blood in her cheeks.
She took up her pen and selected a
sheet of note paper. A twig cracked
sharply, and she sat up alert. The
paper slipped from her fingers.
"Did I startle you?" Inquired a deep
voice under the apple tree.
"Not the least," sold she, disusing
herself with studied primness against
the knotted limb nt her back.
The minister vaulted the lower limb
easily anil picked out a comfortable
seat opposite, tossing his lint on a net
work of branches.
Viola regarded hltn first with cold-
pess. then with nssumed Indifference,
finally with u friendly stull« 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 lie wns altogether wrong!
"Viola," he began in his straightfor
ward 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 38,
but his black hair was full of waves,
his eyes bright and clear, his face rud
dy with health.
"I’m considering a somewhat impor
tant step,” he went on musingly, his
glance sweeping the sky, the ground,
and 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 hands at the back of her
head and stared past him nt the rows
of npple trees in the distance.
The minister regarded her solemnly
for a moment, opening his lips twice to
speak, then closing them ngain uncer
tainly. A shadow drifted across ills
good-looking face. "Perhaps,” he sug
gested with a downward Inflection, "tlie
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 flush. Something in them
tlint 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 thought you were sure of
that—always.”
He straightened himself then, and
with a gesture of determination broke
precipitately into the subject. "It’s
about some one I love,” he said, speak
Ing rapidly, "someone, I want to be
my wife.”
Viola colored furiously; the leaves
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 minister contemplated her with
a fatuous expression.
"Why—as to her disposition,” he re
plied earnestly, “that Is all that could
lie desired—perfect Her eyes,” he
scrutinized her with surreptitious anx
iety, “her eyes are splendidly, wond
ronsly brown—” lie paused. Viola
listened movelessly. "Her hair is
brown, too—and—most beautiful.”
A queer silence followed bls words.
When Viola looked up she was pale,
but valiant, and ahe seemed all at once
thousands of miles away.
"She must be very, very lovely—
this girl,” ahe said, dreamily. “Do I
know her?”
The minister looked somenbat in
scrutable as be mads replyi
am mg stir,- perh.ii • you dv not •
She returned hie ga.. «itti absent
eye«.
>
"Well?” he prompted wilt» an enig
matic smile.
.
’’Well. 1 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 lilt her li|>s, "to congratu
late you and------”
“But it is not time for congratula
tions,” lie inter|H>sed thoughtfully, "you
don't understand.”
"No,” said she, shaking her head.
"No. I’m afraid I do not.”
"It's this way,” he pursued eagerly,
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 bis bands kicked 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.” She caught her breath. "May
be you have told her?" she suggested
tentatively.
"Not Just ns I should like to.”
“Then you will, nt once? But your
fnte to the test, ns they say in tire
some love stories.”
"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 said, “I don't------”
“You don’t love me!” with swiftly
clouding eyes.
Viola met Ills look with n wonderful
little smile breaking through the shad
ows of her face, "But—but my hair
Isn't brown nt nil,” she said bewllder-
Ingly, "and my eyes are unmistakably
blue.”
"And mine,” laughed he, with his
arms about her, "are color blind. Sliall
I go to Cloverdale?”
“We mustn't think of it," she said.—
New Orleans Times Democrat.
REFUSES TO GO TO CIRCUS.
Farmer
Tell« Why Excitement
Too Coatly for Him.
1«
In riding along tlie highway I no
ticed that all the barns were covered
with circus pictures and by and by,
when I came along to where an old
farmer was cutting weeds outside his
gate, I asked:
“Well, uncle, I suppose you will g.
to the circus next week?"
"I couldn’t do It,” he solemnly re
plied, accompanied by several shakes
of his head.
"Are you afraid that the elephants
will break loose?”
"No. I'm nfrald of myself.”
"As to how?”
"Last fall," he said, ns he straight
ened up to lean on the hoe handle. “I
went cooning one night In that corn
field over there. The dog routed out a
coon and the pesky varmint headed for
a tree that stood where you see that
stump. I had Just finished building
a $400 barn where you see that mess of
timlH'is and bonrds. The dog follered
the coon and I follered the dog. It was
a big. fat coon and ills pelt was wuth
all of 40 cents.”
"I see,” said I, ns he made n long
pause.
"I never knew that I was an ex
citable man before, but they say they
heard mo holler two miles away. I
meant to have that varmint. When he
treed I ran for the ax. Tlie old wom
an came out and yelled nt me, but I
chopped and whooped and whooped and
chopi»e<l. and then the tree come crash
in’ down It smashed the barn ns flat
ns a door nail mid the coon got away.
Am I goln' to the circus? Wall, I guess
not! I'm going to root up weeds and
hoe In the garden mid lx* tho quietest
man In this hull state for tho next yeat
to come!"—Baltimore American.
Sly olil ('«»ininodore,
"When Commodore Vanderbilt wna
alive,” says a New York Central offi
cial, “the board of directors of the
New York Central us<sl to find their
work all cut out for them when they
met. Al! they had to do was to ratify
ids plans mid adjourn. Yet they had
their uses. Occasionally a man would
come to him with some scheme which
he did not cure to refuse outright.
"‘My directors are a difficult l»ody
of men to handle,' he would say. ’I'll
submit It to 'em, but I warn you that
they are hard to manage.’
"The matter would l»e submitted to
the board when It assembled and
promptly rejected.
"‘There.’ the commodore would say
when his visitor came to learn the re
sult. ‘I did the best I could, but I
told you in advance tlmt my director»
were an obstinate lot.”
Cool.
"Edith!” the old gentleman bawled
from the head of the stairs, "You Just
ask your young man if lie 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.
An Unenihu.ln.tlc Iluat.
"Did you invite Mr. Bllgglns to out
house party?" naked Mr. Cumrox.
"Yes,” answered Mrs. Cumrox. "Pm
afraid he considers house parties
stupid. He sent Ills regrets.”
"He shows sense. I have a mind to
send him my congratulations.”—Wash
ington Star.
Very few people reach forty wlthoqt
wlstilng they had been more careful
with their bvaiUi.