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CHILDREN. Jhe sleeping echoes of her quiet room Are never waked by bursts of childish glee, And up the polished staircase never come Light patterings of footsteps swift and free. ' ' Alone she sits and in the twilight-gloom . Dreams happily of what shall never be! Sometimes her wistful fancy strews the floor (Rich carpeted and neat) with broken toys; - Paints finger prints on window glass and door, Hears echoes of shrill laughter and - rude noise; (All that a tired mother might deplore Would seem to her starved heart as : priceless joys! ; Till, from the world without, some sud- . den note . Of childish voices through her hearing " " rings, And sobs - of anguish rise to her white throat, - . Round . which, no dimpled arm in mis chief clings; Gone are the sweet dream-fancies, as , - may float ' ; From earth to heaven the flash of angel ; Z wings. And yet, no little empty crib is there To mock the mother, arms, outstretch ed in vain, She hoards no shining tress of . silken .. hair, . ' -: No tiny grave where buried hopes lie slain; ; Only the deeper loss she has to bear Upon whose heart no babe of hers has lain. Louisville Courier-Journal. The Blue Skirt et ESSIE GALE was ambitious, im ftjl moderately so. Jack Gale was ambitious, too, but temperately so. It was because of the varying de grees of their ambition that this story came about. Jessie could sing. Jack could not. He could only listen with a rare apprecia tion, and adore this particular singer beyond all bounds of her deserts. For Jack was as gifted in the rare art of loving truly as Jessie was in the art of singing. Rather more, I 6honld say. All this had much to do with the blue skirt,; for it was these psychologic conditions that brought about the inci dent of the blue skirt T i , ja i j xi iuuk. iia.u. always e2.1ravugu.uujr mi mired the gown of which the blue skirt was a component part He had told her so often, but Jessie had answered rather fretfully that it was "such ja. simple little affair." Pale blue cham bray, made with a blouse effect and trimmed with ruffles edged with nar row torchon. So a woman would have aescrmea it, out to sturay, Honest, lov ing Jack it was a blue cloud flecked with white, from which the black eyes Ati mwltn. Vol.. 1 .A 1 ,3 auu vuiiiiig uai;n. ua.11.., me 1 cu iiys cuiu creamy skin of his wife gleamed forth brilliantly. Jack never forgot the day she tossed it aside. ; "I'll never wear that old thing again," she said. "I do hate to wear things when. they've grown shabby." There was a little tremor of sensi tiveness in Jack's face as the words struck cruelly upon his ear, but he made a. manful effort to suppress it His Income was small, but he was do ing his best to increase It, and the In come was sure to come if if was a bit slow. He had told Jessie so often and had explained that there was some dis position to keep the young engineers down. - j.ne oiaer reuows naturally want to keep the best positions," he said. "Try to be patient, Jessie. I am doing my best, dear." And Jessie was silent. She had the introspective nature that matches heavy-lidded eyes, -habitually cast down. And the habits of silence and introspection were growing. It was on the evening of the day that Jess"Ie said she had thrown away "the old blue dress" that the great change came. j Jessie heard that a theatrical manager-was reorganizing a company for a season of comic opera. A neighbor has told her he needed girls for the com pany "girls with lesjcs, and , with voices, if possible," but looks always." And Jessie had been to town aiid been engaged and had come back Ind told Jack. c She was a little frightened by his strange silence. "I did It to help you along because the money will help us- both," she said in defense. Then she burst out into a Btorm against the manner of their life. "I hate the solitude here," 6he said. "Sometimes I feel afraid of the hills. It . seems as though they will fall over me and crush me. And the silence here Is awful. I want to hear human voices. I want to hear people laugh and sing. I want color and movement and sound Instead of these walls of green making Jack had talked with her very gen tly, and she had answered every argu ment with a bitter protest. He answer ed her sadly then: "You are young, dear. I might have known that love would not fill your life now.. When you are as old as I am you will know that it is all that really matters, besides working and doing one's duty. "" I will give my consent to your going, for all I live for is to make you happy." Jessie joined the company and was acting a small part in a pretty, uncul tivated voice. She dressed with half a dozen other girls who smoked and used slang, and in the guise of friendli ness "made her up" to distort the beauty of her dark, brooding face. She learned the disciplinary value of the stage, and she learned the real hideous ness of selfishness. But she told Jack none of this. One season passed two she was - J.' - ' ' j. . x 1 1 a 1. 1 a ci " a noun iu uegiu uer iiiuu. cue was gel ting on, but slowly. One evening -she was moved by one of those impulses that seem to come from without rather than wlthinrto run home and pay Jack a visit. The rehearsals were over. There was no reason why she should not go home for a week.. She would surprise Mm. . She drove out from town in the early BOW THE ORGAN GREW 57 T tfl tH lllti if So Lere" An organ ,s a 001 of "thistles; all fr III Er II that Is needed to make the description com- U I! j jBjjWgtg-jj mff. II piete MOUTH OBGANS. 1. Mouth Organ from Tangier. 2. Heem. 8. From Burmah. 4. From Borneo. 6. From Burmah. miliar to need description. These are .the diapasons the foundation of the instrument There are others in which the aerial vibrations are caused by. the trembling of a tongue of metal which covers a narrow aperture in the pipe and emits the Imprisoned air in puffs under pressure of the bellows. This Is the "beating reed," and Its prototype in the playland of the country boy is the stalk of the pumpkin or squash trimmed of Its leaf (but so as to leave the small end closed) and provided with two lateral slits producing a narrow tongue which vibrates in the mouth of the blower and causes the green tube to utter a raucous note delightful to the ear of the rustic musi cian. Then there are other pipes In which a metal tongue vibrates freely through a slot, accomplishing what rigid lip and striking reed accomplish, but producing musical speech of a different quality from either. This is the "free reed," and so far as the records go its primitive home was China. Montreal Star. " morning. The mist veils were rising from the hill tops, melted by the burn ing kisses of the sun. The evergreen forests on the hillsides were so cool, the great walls of earth so restful. She wondered why she was not afraid they would topple upon her now. Was" it that she was beginning to yearn, for what they typified strength and fidel ity, the greatest and best things in life? The little house had been done up, she noticed as she drove up, and Jack had coaxed the rose vines quite to the roof by now. The door was open. There was no fear of tramps in that region, and she peered right Into the house. Some one was stir ring within, but he was too absorbed to note her soft footfalls. Her old blue skirt hung upon the wall, and her husband, looking older and sadder but still with that vast strength of patience in his face, stood looking at it She "wrote the rest to her one friend in the company. "I walked over quietly and stood be side him. He was still so busy look ing at that foolish skirt that he didn't know I was there. But after a while he turned toward me, and when he saw me the look that came Into his eyes made me cry. "Well, I've resigned. When I saw poor old .Jack worshiping that blue skirt of mine that I had thrown away as worthless I made up my mind that there are only a few things that are really worth living for, and stage life isn't one of them, and the companion ship of a stanch, splendid soul like Jack is. And so I've left and I'm going to wait and work with Jack for the bet ter days that I know are coming. "He is getting on In his profession and the did I call them better the other days are nearer. But I won der if they will be better, the days when Jack and I are rich, and so many people will know us and make demands upon our time, and so separate us after a manner? We were both wondering to day, but we are going to enjoy the time before that,- and meanwhile that old blue skirt still hangs upon the wall. Jack insists upon it He calls It his 'restorer.' " New York News. The Friend of Many. A writer in the Criterion says that Zola was a prosperous man, whose surroundings bore all the marks of wealth. His house suggested rather the abode of a rich banker than of a literary man. He lived like a prince. Perhaps he was making up for the struggles of his early manhood, when, as he used to tell with a sad smile, he Amateurs very frequently fall into the error of making a duplicate ex posure of one plate, the result being that the plate contains two photographs, the one obscuring the other, while the next plate is left. bare. This results In tha spoiling of two plates, and what might have been two excellent nega tives if they had not been crowded upon the same plate lost entirely. " Dust on the lens is the bane of most amateurs. In order to secure a clear negative the lens must be kept perfectly clean. Dust accumulates readily on the inner side of the lens, and is frequently not noticed until a blurred nega tive reveals Its presence. In damp weather too, care must be taken to keep the lens clear of moisture or a dimness of outline will be perceived on the pictures taken. Either dust or mist on a lens will tend to fog a plate, as the light is, unevenly diffused from the exposed surface of the dust particle or globule, and unless the matter is looked after frequently during a season's work trouble is apt to ensue. ' Simple Blocking Out A method of doing this very conveniently, quickly, and if only a few copies are wanted effectively, is the following, which has been published often before, and has met with quite an undeserved amount of ridicule. A candle is the simplest thing to use for the purpose, but still better is a piece of camphor. This is lit and as it burns the smoke from it is allowed to deposit Itself all over the glass side of the negative. In this way . a very fine coating of carbon, black and opaque,-' can be got with a little skill in holding the negative, and when once this has been done the rest is easy. 'Those parts which it is desired shall print out are carefully . wiped over to remove -the soot, the other portions being" left covered with it It is, of course, necessary to be careful lest the black should be touched with the fingers anywhere where it is intended it shall remain, as the slightest touch will remove it and when this has been done there Is nothing for It but to go. over the whole thing again, giving the plate another coating of the soot If there Is any fine work to be done In rubbing out, such as round chimney pots, trees and similar outlines, a camel's-hair brush, just slightly damped, will be found to be very useful. It must be constantly wiped, or, instead of removing the carbon altogether, it will only shift it from one part to another. Photography.- " r Whistles, Prehistoric, Ancient! and Modern Pipes and Flutes x Pandean Pipes and Bagpipes Is written down In the "Book of Funny J Stories, Real and Alleged," that a" pious 01a iaay or scotcn resDytenan antece dents, hearing a church organ for the first time, gave It as her opinion that it was a pretty box of whistles, but an awful way of worshiping the Lord. Many a true thing is. said In jest and many an apt characteriza tion Is hidden under the diseuise of frivolity. is to aaa tnat tne wmsties are or many mnas ana are sounded by mecnamcai means instead of the breath of the player. What is beyond that is detail and elaboration. There are pipes in which the imprisoned air Is set to vibrating so as to generate a tone by a jet blown into the end so that It impinges upon a sharp lip at an orifice near by. Those pipes have their prototypes In the toy whistles which boys-make by carefully withdrawing the bark from sections of willow or alder twigs and fashioning them in a way too .fa gave up smoking so ' that his mother might have two sous more a day to spend on bread for her young family. Zola's memory of that -bitter time made him very soft-hearted toward others, and especially to young writers who were in trouble. Beggars swarmed about him. Every mail was laden with appeals for mon ey, which his secretary would weed out. The applicants who were . left after the process were usually sur prised at the generosity with which they were treated. Zola was a quick reader of character, as sho.wn either in faces or letters, and It was not easy to deceive him. But once satisfied that he ought to give, he gave with liber ality and promptness. He spent time and thought, as well as money. In his charities. Often he would" take great trouble to unearth some starving young - writer in the Latin Quarter, and place him on a journal, the high road '.to success. Many of the most promising younger men in France owe their start entirely to his helping hand. REMAINS OF A WONDERFUL DEER. This wonderful little deer, whose height at the shoulder was five and a half Inches, it has recently been discov ered, lived in New York State long be fore the recollection of living man, and probably played In the same woods that the giant mastodon strode through. Whether he was the representative of a pigmy race, long extinct or was a single dwarf. It is Impossible to deter mine, but as he grew to maturity the former Is more likely. The foot and leg shown In the illustration were found , In a newly .plowed field near Troy, Rensselaer County. v ' The epiphyses, or ends of the bones, are firmly united by osseous tissue to the shaft, showing that the leg be longed to an adult deer and not to an immature product This little fellow could have been placed without discomfort In a capa cious pocket and would have found a determined chipmunk a formidable foe. matmr v 5 George 1 ft tU 2 4- ; VVallllltUII ? He left an estate valued at about $800,000. " . He was the first and only President chosen unanimously. He never made a set speech during his long public career. He exercised the veto power twice in the eight years of his Presidency. He had light-blue eyes, verging on gray, and his hair was a dark-brown. He was six feet and two inches high and had large hands and feet. . His face showed marks" from the effect of an atta'ck of smallpox: He was a very good horseman and fond of riding, racing, driving and hunting. " , His "Farewell Address," published Sept. 15, 1796, is one of the most pro found documents ever penned by an American. . He was a member of the Masonic order, which, in his day, was the lead ing, if not the only secret society. He was fond of Instrumental music, especially the harp,' on which his step daughter, Eleanor Parke Custis, was a skilled performer.- He loved animals and his horses and dogs were all fine blooded stock. Lotteries were common in his day and he was a frequent investor. He also bet when playing cards, of which he was fond. . His mouth was large and he had a habit of clinching his jaws when in a serious mood. He had portraits of himself painted by Peale, Wright, Ramage, Trumbull, Savage, Sharpless, G. Stuart and others, of which no. one can be accepted as entirely satisfactory. v - . He was a hearty eater; and a moderate wine drinker, but did not use to bacco, although he raised it for export. Like Lincoln, he was fond of the theater, and attended whenever he had the opportunity. - , He could swear with surprising vigor and earnestness, and at times was known to get into towering fits of anger. - He was always in doubt as to his own ability and was never adverse to receiving advice from friends. St. Paul Globe. THE COUNTRY IN WASHINGTON'S DAY. Think, ye fashionable dames of to-day, of a national capital in 1800 in which the audience room was used by Mrs. Presi dent Adams as a place for drying clothes. Congressmen ' lodged wherever a board could be found. Yellow fever drove the population of New York and Philadelphia into the country. Grass grew in the streets while they were away. The pop ulation of Ohio was 45,000. of Tennessee 106,000, of Kentucky 221,000 The num ber of postoffices was 903, miles of post routea 21,000 and annual revenues $231, 000. . - ' The acquisition ofthe Louisiana pur chase and the opening of the - immense domain of the West to the settlers was about the last act which assured the per manency of the republic and left free the way for the marvelous prosperity fol lowing. The sewing machine did not ex ist nor the steam road, nor a mile of railroad track, nor grain elevators, ncr packing establishments, nor eiectric lights, nor pneumatic tubes, but the spirit of the people was sincere, their courage unquestioned, their faith in the God of the republic stern and unrelenting. How could they fail, led by Washington, by Jefferson, by Madison, by Randolph? The farm lands under cultivation in the entire country were less than 10, 000,000 acres, although that in corn now exceeds 80,000,000 acres, in oats more than 25,000,000 acres, in wheat more than 40,000,000 acres. The annual wheat yield at the opening of the century was less than 2,000,000 bushels; it -is now over 550,000,000-bushels. The cotton acreage was about 1,000,000 acres; it is now 24,000,000 and the annual .-value of the product about $300,000,000. Schools were few and books scarce. In fact such books of value to be had were those carried away from foreign lands when emigrants fled to the colonies to es cape persecution. Such poetry, prose or paintings as came forth were poor imi tations of - foreign standards. Only in theological documents and state papers "did the thinkers of the United States take precedence at that time of all oth er nations. It is not a matter of national boasting, but of world-wide credit, freely given, that the state papers of Washing ton, Franklin, the Adamses, Hamilton, Jefferson, Madison, Jay and others con tained a pure and vigorous English, a clearness of thought, a mastery of lucid ity such as no documents of similar char acter iu the old world bore. ' So, too, the theological discourses of Jonathan Edwards commanded for the same" reason profound admiration, as did as well the oratory of Randolph, Henry and Fisher Ames. But school facilities were few and far between, the accoaimo dations most rude. The total value of all school property in the country in 1800. fell below $1,500,000; the total school attend ance was less than 600,000, and the teachers engaged in the work not over 10,000. At the present time the enroll ment in the common schools exceeds 15, 000,000. the average daily attendance 11,000,000 and the number of teachers 500,000. . . Over a Century Ago. .-: - ' " On Feb. 22, 1800, the obsequies of George Washington were omcially cele brated at the national capital and .were also observed in every city of the nation. The greatest American was also the sub ject of eulogies throughout the cfviliMd world. Washington died on Dec. 14, 1799, after a few hours of great suffer ing. He passed away at half-past 10 o'clock in the evening, and by hir side were his devoted wife, his secretary, Col. Tobias Lear, and his two lifelong friends and -physicians,- Drs. .Dick and Craik. The last words' he spoke were, "It is well!" v,-- : -y- - la these days, when Washington's memory is revered by every one, it seems First In War, First In Peace, First In the Hearts of His Countrymen 'strange to read that. on his birthday an niversary in iui a motion was made in Congress to adjourn in his ionor, but was lost because a few disaffected mem bers declared that it would be a "bad precedent." When the crowd outside heard the news, such a shouting ensued that the speakers could not be heard, and an adjournment was forced. Washing ton's birthday is now a legal holiday in the District of Columbia and in every State in the Union except six. REMEMBERED WASHINGTON. The Visit of Thorsau to a Cape Cod Octogenarian. In 1849 Henry D. Thoreau visited Cape Cod, walking from Eastham to Provincetown on the Atlantic side, and crossing the Cape half a dozen times on his way. In his book, "Cape Cod," he describes an interesting settler who re membered George Washington. He knocked at the door of the first house, but its inhabitants had all gone away. In the meanwhile we saw the occupants of the next one looking out the window at us, and before we reach ed it an old woman came out and fas tened the door of her bulkhead and went in again. Nevertheless we did not hesitate .to knock at her door, when a grizzly-looking man appeared, whom we took to be sixty or seventy years old. He asked us, at first suspiciously, what our business was, to which we re turned plain answers. , " "How far is Concord from Boston?" he inquired. "Twenty miles by railroad." "Twenty miles by railroad," he re: peated. "Didn't you ever hear of Concord of Revolutionary fame?"" "Didn't I ever hear of Concord? Why, I heard the guns fire at the Battle of Bunker Hill!- I am almost ninety; I am eighty-eight years eld. I was four teen years old at the time of the Con cord fight, and where were you then?") This was the merriest old man that , we had ever seen, and one of the best ! preserved. There was a strange ming- ' ling of the past and present in his con- J versation, for he had lived under King ! George, and might have remembered i when Napoleon and the' moderns gen-j erally were born. He said that one day, when the troubles between the colo-1 nies and the mother country first broke ' out, as he, a boy of fifteen, was pitch-1 ing hay out of a cart, one Doane, an J old Tory, who was talking with his"! father, a good Whig, said to him, "Why 1 Uncle Bill, you might as well under-; take to pitch that pond Into the ocean with a pitchfork as for the colonies to undertake to gain their Independ. ence!" ' - He remembered well General Wash ington, and how he rode his horse along the streets of Boston, and he stood up to show us how he looked. "He was -a r-a-ther large and portly looking man, a manly and resolute looking officer, with a pretty good leg as he sat on his horse . There, I'll tell you;this was the way with Wash ington." Then he jumped up again, and bowed gracefully to right and left, making show as If he were waving his hat. Said he, "That was Washington." He told us many anecdotes of the Revolution, and was much pleased when we told him that we. had read the same in history and that his account agreed with the written one.' , . THE POETS LITTLE JOKE. He Handily Outwitted the Tricky Oriental Monarch. . An Arab king, whose name is not re corded, had the faculty of retaining in his memory any poem which he bad once heard. He bad, too, a mameluke who could repeat a poem that he had twice heard, and a female slave who could repeat one that she had beard thrice. Whenever a poet came to com pliment the king with an ode, the king would promise him that if he found his verses to be his original composition, be would give him a sum of money equal in weight to what they were written upon. The poet, delighted, would recite his ode; and the king would say, "It is not new, for I have known It some years." Then he would repeat It as he had heard It After that he would add, "An this mameluke also remembers It;" and the mameluke would repeat it To make the proof seem plainer still the king would then say to the poet, "I have also a female slave, who can repeat It," and on his ordering her to do so she would repeat what she had thus thrice heard; so the poet would go empty-handed away. Dr. E. W. Lane, In "Arabian Society in the Middle Ages," gives the story of a poet who outwitted this king: The famous poet, El-Asmai, having heard of this proceeding, and guessing the trick, composed an ode made up of very difficult words,"- and disguising himself, went to the palace and pre sented himself. He repeated his ode. The king, per plexed and unable to remember any of it, made a sign to the mameluke, but he had, too, retained nothing. Then he called the female slave, but she also was unable to repeat a word. "O brother of the Arabs," said the king, "thou hast spoken truth, and the ode is thine without doubt. Produce, therefore, what it is written upon, and we wll give thee Its weight in mon ey, as we. have promised." "Wilt thou," said the poet, 'send one of the attendants to carry It?" "To carry what?" asked the king. "Is It not upon a paper here In thy possession?" "No, my lord the Sultan," replied the poet. "At the time I composed It there was not a piece of paper near' me upon which to write it, but only a fragment of a marble column; so I en graved It upon this, and it lies in the court of the palace." He had brought It, wrapped up, on the back of a camel. The king, to ful fill his promise, was obliged to make a heavy drain upon his treasury; and to prevent a repetition of the experience, in future rewarded his poets more Justly. CLEAN CHIMNEYS. Cheap Means Which. Any One Can Uee. .. The tendency of pipes and furnace flues to fill with soot is so marked that any suggestion of a convenient remedy for that condition is worthy of serious consideration. A correspondent of the St. Paul Pioneer Press says that zinc burned in the furnace is very effective. Just throw upon the. fire a handful of zinc filings, or a piece of sheet zinc as large as your hand, and it clears away the soot as if by magic. Once a week will suffice. Shut the door quickly after throwing in the zinc. Our informant says his family has used this method for forty years, and never had occasion to employ a chimney sweep. As the Pioneer Press suggests, this remedy Is not expensive. A worn-out sine washboard will furnish enough of the metal for six or eight occasions. And if you have to buy sheet zinc, 25 cents' worth may suffice for a single fire all winter: Even when soft coal Is used In hard coal stoves and furnaces the sine will keep them open, so that those who have been unable to secure anthracite will not be seriously incon venienced by the change. If this recipe from St. Paul Is all that Is claimed for It, the inconveniences of using soft coal are reduced to a mini mum, and its cheapness more than com pensates for being deprived of hard coal. If it will keep the chimneys clean the cost of chimney sweeps,' as well as the dangers from fire by burning out, are both avoided. Des Moines Register and Leader. Perishable Goods. In a Vermont vlllage'there lives a young man who has reached the age of 24 with no apparent thought of tak ing to himself a wife, although all his companions have either "settled" or left the place. He is regarded by the entire community as a confirmed bach elor. His mother looks upon his state with a sadness which has afforded more or less amusement to her summer boarders. "There's one of his last pictures," said the mother, displaying a photo graph on a small card. "It's a good likeness, ain't it? Getting kind o' drawed round the mouth, same as his pa, he Is. I said to him that I'd been wanting he should have a dozen taken so I could give 'em round to his friends young ladies for sometimes a picture standing on a bureau, facing right to you every morning, will start a -kind of affectionate feeling. I've been waiting In the. hopes he'd think of it himself, but when I saw this spring that he was beginning to fade and show his age, I took asset right into my own hands, and marched him to the photographer quick as I could. I only hope some good may cotne of it" " - ; . Tickled. Bberlean's Fancy. Gen. "Phil" Sheridan was at one time asked at what little Incident did he laugh the most. - ; "Well," he said, "I do not know, but I always laugh when I think of the Irishman and the army mule. I was riding down the line ne day, when I saw an Irishman mounted on a mule which was kicking its legs rather free ly. The mule finally got . its hoof caught in the stirrup, when, in the ex citement, the Irishman remarked,! Well, begorrah, if you're goin' to gei on, I'll get off!" A. Necessary EviL "My dear sir," said the physician, "you should take something for your ttver," . -::':-v '. "Impossible, doctor; It "would ruin my business I'm a book reviewer 1" Atlanta Constitution. t t t t V t i i i t i i i OLD FAVORITES I -r ! 1 4 -l ! H. 1 1 .. . .. i ,i ., ,, - , Out of the Old Honae, Nancy. . Out of the old house, Nancy moved up into the new, All the hurry and worry is just as good as through. . .-. ,h Only a bounden duty remains for you and I And that's to stand on the doorstep here, and bid the old house good-by. Probably you remember how rich we was that night When we was fairly settled, an had things snug and tight; We feel as proud as you please, Nancy, over our house that's new, -But we felt as proud under this old roof, and a good deal prouder, too. ' Never a handsomer house was seen be neath the sun; ' Kitchen and parlor and bedroom we had 'em all in one; " And the fat old wooden clock, that we bought when we came West, Was tickin' away in the corner there, and doin its level best v Trees was all around us, a-whlsperin' cheer in' words; Loud as the squirrel's chatter, and sweet the songs of birds; And home grew sweeter and brighter our courage began to mount And things looked hearty and happy then, and work appeared to count Then our first-born baby a regular lit tle Joy, Though I fretted a little because it wasn't a boy: Wa'n't she a little flirt, though, with all her pouts and smiles? Why. settlers come to see that show a half a dozen miles. Yonder sat the cradle a homely, home made thing And many a night I rocked It providin' you would sing; And many a little squatter brought up with us to stay And so that cradle, for many a year, was never put away. Yes, a deal has happened to make this old house dear; Chrlstenin's, funerals, weddin's what haven't we had here? Not a log In this buildin' but its memo ries has got, And not a nail in this old floor but touches a tender spot' Out of the old house, Nmcy moved np into the new; . All the hurry and worry is just as good as through; But I tell you a thing right here, that I ain't ashamed to say, There's precious things in this old house we never can take away. Will Carleton. - THEN JIMSON WENT TO BED. Jnst Because He Had No Words to Fit tingly xpres9 Hia Feelings. . Young Jimson and his wife went out to the country the other Saturday, tell ing the domestic thatv they would spend. the night at Jimson's brother's. Arriving there, they found that Jim son's brother's f amily-in-law had de scended upon him from all parts and in legions, so that there was not even a mantel-piece to sleep on; so after dinner they came home. "Please give me the key," said Jim-; son, at the top of the fifth flight "Of course Katie is out" "Jimmle, I gave you the key this morning, and told you particularly not to lose it" "'Yes," said Jimson, "and called me back when I was halfway down stairs and took it back. Where is It?'1 "On the bureau, of course," said Mrs. Jimson cheerily. "Isn't it nice that I remember where it is. I can Just see where I put it" "If you had an X-ray to put through an X-ray door, as well as X-ray eyes," said Jimson, with gloom, "it might be better. Can your Roentgen mind sug gest any method of getting Into our peaceful home?" "I have It!" cried Mrs. Jimson, clap ping her hands. "You know the Smalls have just gone out of tne opposite apartment! Well, you go through there and out on their fire escape to ours, and then open the kitchen win dow." "Yes," said Jimson, "that's nice. Ka tie always locks and bars the window when I have no key, and leaves it wide open when I have mine and yours and hers and two or three spare ones. Oh, yes, that's a fine scheme." "Now, don't get sarcastic. All you've got to do is to take my diamond ring and cut out a little square In the glass to put your hand through and then unlock the catch." "Your what ring?" retorted Jimson. "Do yon think that glass can be cut with glass such as " "It's the engagement ring you gave me," said Mrs. Jimson mildly. "That's it," replied Jimson, "inter rupting again. If you had let me fin ish I was going' to say that I wouldn't spoil a fine diamond by trying to cut common or garden glass with it You annoy me terribly sometimes, Mrs. Jimson." Mrs. Jimson remained discreetly si lent for a few moments while Jimson glowered at the door. "You might break the glass, you know," she finally hinted. Jimson departed grimly, and soon the sound of smashing glass echoed by all the cats in the neighborhood was heard. He turned the catch, opened the window and walked down the hall wiping with a dishcloth the blood off his hand, which he had cut, and found his wife cheerfully lighting the gas. "I beat you! I beats you!" she ex claimed, gleefully. "How did you get In?" demanded Jimson hoarsely. "Why Just after you left to break In the window I remembered I had told Katie to leave the door unlatched for just such an emergency, and I thought it would be such fun to surprise you'. I beat you in! I beat you in!" Jimson werit to , bed. New York Evening Post Trade in Germany. ' - Trade In Germany has never been at such a low ebb, "and the large towns -are filled with thousands of persona out of work,