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.
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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,