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tl 11 e KING EDWARD AND HIS f THE OLD HOME. J King, Queen and Princess of Wales in the first row. Prince of Wales and Prii , children are the little "Waleses." HE WHO KNOWS A BOOK. With staff in hand and dusty shoon, I walked from morning till high noon; Then rested for a little while Upon the green grass by a brook, W with a morsel and a book Forgot me many a mile. And then upon my way I strode With bending hack beneath the load, Until the night beset my way With cheerful thought on song and tale, And to 1 fnre by hill and vale, Contented day by day. For he who knows a book to wad May travel lightly without steed And find sweet comfort on the road. He shall forget the rugged way, Nor sigh for kindly company, .Nor faint beneath his load. -Leslie's Monthly. L THE EVOCATION. E had been talking of spirit ualism, telepathy and black magic; . the conversation turned to apparitions and mediums. Among us all, men und women, assem bled In the dratvlng-rooni after a long and formal dinner, there were several who were skeptical, two or three vague ly credulous, without certainty one way or the other, and my friend Francois, f ho was an ardent believer In what we ot of the faith agreed to call spirit ualism. In his miud there were vust differences in the meanings of terms, lint for me spiritualism covered them all. One of the yonug women, muklng allusion to the receut experiences of un English medium, asked: "Is It true that M. Crooks 1ms seen nd touched the spirits, or, rather, the uateriul forms of the dead?" M. Crooks Is a very learned man, they say. M he has not peen the victim of an il lusion or an Imposture, I must confess that his testimony would have greut Influence on my own faith." "It is certainly a mystery," said Francois, thoughtfully, "and a mystery which those who hnve never had any experience nrs willing to deny exist ence to. But if this man has not been mistaken or deceived; If he can, as he ys, prove scientifically that souls sur Tlve bodies, preserve their Identity, their personality, their memory, and have the power to become material and risible to living people, what a rev olution it will make In philosophy!" "Oh, how I wish I uijght have some Perleuee of the klud,"'ightd a young lrl. "Well, I don't" responded one of the nen. "i would fear for my reason If I hould see the phantom of my mother eowe at the call of a medium. And, on the other hand, 1 resent the Idea that T own soul, when It Is freed from to? body, must be obliged to clothe It e'( lu visibility at the command of a living person." . "One of my friends," said Francois, "Wed the experiment, and It cost him dear." "Tell ns about It," cried the women, "fawn by the Instinctive delight In the "Pernaturnl. Francois responded: "It Is not a very "appy story, but It may be interesting, jt shows that It Is not always safe to interfere with those powers which gov '"i the unseen. Here Is the story," ,ud be relnted the following: Pierre Franckel was one of the best 'fiends of uiy childhood. I saw him "iiuln when he was 20 years old, a pale young man with blonde hair, eyes as Wue as the sen, singular eyes, large and nxl, lit as by an Interior light, the Jm of a girl, somewhat unusual la tbe . H '...' face of a man. With a delicacy of col oring, a slight ness of build and a soft sweetness of voice the beautiful eyes gave to my poor friend a charm almost effeminate. But he was a manly fel low and had a great many friends. He was 23 years old when be met Madeline Meurlce at a bull given In the chnteuu of Chiuigis. This young girl was poor but brllllunt and well bom, beautiful, vivacious and gracious. Her great black eyes spoke eloquently - to the blue eyes of Pierre, and he wns Ured with an enthusiastic and sincere love for her. He had been a skeptic on the subject of love, so that It came to him with all the force of a new ex perience, and she had nothing to lose by being compared to former objects of adoration. She wns the first to enter his heart, and she took entire posses sion. She returned his love and accept ed his proposal of marriage. It took Pierre some time to talk his family Into consenting to the mntch, but after they had seen and talked with Madeline they succumbed to the charm of her personality. They were married and he took her nway Immediately to a house he owned In the country, where they lived aloue and reveled In the pure and happy love they bad found lu each other. Then, suddenly, death broke the dream. Mine. Franckel died without any preparation for death, without suf fering, while she was seated nt the piano playing a sonata of Mozart's, on a beautiful moonlight evening of sum mer. Her husband stood leaning against the window listening to the music and breathing tbe fragrance of tbe night. The music stopped nt the precise moment that the soul left tho lady, and Pierre, surprised at the pause, turned to find his wife dend, a smile on her lips, ber head resting against the back of her chair and her lingers still touching the keys of the piano. For several years the poor man shut himself up and would see no one, hid ing his suffering from the world as he had hidden his joy. One day I called to see him, and on account of our old friendship I was admitted. I found but a shadow of the young man I bad known. His hnlr was gray, and his movements betrayed him to be suffer ing from a nervous disease. He soon spoke of his sorrow and gradually opened his whole heart to me. "The question of Immortality is con stantly In my thoughts," he snld. "For five years I have searched philosophy, studied hypotheses and questioned reli gion, and I am still divided between faith and doubt, which is killing me. If Madeline's soul exists it will mani fest Itself to me. I look for ber con stantly, waking aud sleeping, and I feel that she must come. I would give all tbe venrs of life that remain to me to see her for one instant In all the sweet ness of her youth and beauty." I tried to turn my friend's thoughts from this Idea, for I feared his reason would give way. But he persisted in his hope. One day he asked me If I knew a certain Claymore, a Scotch man, who had made quite a stir In Paris as a medium. He wns a peculiar man, undoubtedly sincere, and I bad enjoyed meeting hlin several times. "You must Introduce me to him," said Pierre. "He has evoked spirits Into material form, and If he can bring Mad eline's to me I will owe him more thau my life." I used all my power of persuasion against this decision, but he was Arm, and finally ,1 gave In. I first went to Claymore, however, and told him my friend's history and begged him not to abuse a credulity brought about by ex treme suffering.- "I can give him what ne wants, re- "Certainly. The next day Claymore, accompanied by a medium, entered the house where Mme. Franckel had died five years be fore. It wag In June. Tbe villa, with Its closed windows, seemed to desire to keep out the soft beauty and warmth or the night air. Inside the bouse all was dark and chilly. As Pierre met us he shivered. "If her soul lives," he said, "It Is in this room." His voice shook with min gled Joy and fear. "For the last time," said I, "do not commit nn act at once sacrilegious aud dangerous." But he did not even beur me. The medium was a young woman, pule and slender, who fixed her Idol izing looks on Claymore's face. The light lu the room was very dim, coming rrom a single candle, which stood above the fireplace. The window had been openpd wide and the moonlight came faintly In. The spiritualist put out the candle and led the young wom an Into a dark corner of the room. Then In a low, solemn voice he abjured tbe spirit of the dead woman to mani fest Itself. "Oh, my sister," said he, "my un known sister, departed from this earth, come back for one Instant In the ma terial form you once took on. Appear, evoked by faith and love. Come! Mad eline!" His voice rose and grew ar detit. while the medium became con vulsed with trembling movements. All at once Pierre cried, "Listen! Listen! The sonata of Mozart!" A harmony, light aud soft as a sigh, floated from the motionless keys of tbe piano, which stood just within the pale stream of moonlight. "She Is coming." said Claymore, sol emnly, stretching out his band. "Madeline! Madeline!" cried Pierre, falling on his knees. I am telling you what I saw or thought I saw. The room was dark save for the one thread of moonlight which touched the piano and traced a line upon the floor. Suddenly the mys terious music ceased and In the moon light, before tbe piano, the whiteness seemed to thicken and slowly to form Itself Into "tbe contours of the human body. More dlstlnce It grew until I saw sitting there a woman dressed In a long', flowing gown of white, her head back against her chair and a smile on her pale lips. Pierre bad sprung to bis feet. "It Is you, my beloved!" he cried, and with outstretched arms he moved to ward the white figure and fell at Its feet At the sound of the fall I threw off with a great effort the spell which held me and ran to him. The figure van ished and I raised my friend, to find that he had breathed his last at the feet of bis dead wife. He had paid the price for the vision. On his face was an expression of purest ecstasy. There was a long, pause when Fran cols finished his story, which told the deep effect he had produced upon his hearers. Finally the young woman who had been most eager In her request to hear tbe tale said, in a low voice: "Please let's talk of something else." Translated from the French of "Gil bert Dore." Short on Houses. ' The Brazilian coast city of Bahla has about 200,000 Inhabitants, who lire In 17,000 bouses. Man Is bora to rule the world bnS along comes woman and declares It la up to hec Simple Son en that tiring Childhood Jov Hark to la. Thomas Dunn Knglish. the author of "Hen Bolt," who died iu April last, was nearly S3 years old. lie was lioru only ii years after Kdgar Allan Poe. The announcement of bis death was follow 'tl by the reprinting of bis most famous ballad iu many places, and Its reading and re-ivading by thousands of men , and women. I What is its charm? It Is not poetry of a high order, nor Is It very good verse. It was set to a pleasing tune, I but not to one to be compared with the air of "Annie Laurie" or "Swanee Kivor" In those qualities that find per- , mnnetit favor with the people. Yet It belongs to a small class of songs, every one of which holds a secure place in the beans of the generation for which they were written, and Is known aud loved by mnny younger folk, who have learned them from parents or grandparents. These songs celebrate In one fashion or another the influence of country sights, sounds, occupations upon the growing boy or girl. They are not love songs, except that they are full of the love of country life. Their phrases are often holnely. their music may be cheap; but they have the power to bring tears to the eyes of even a con ventional man or woman of the world, as they carry the Imagination back to the childhood's home. Into this class of poems would go, besides "Ben Bolt," "The Old Oaken Bucket," "Auld Lang Syne," "Wood man, Spare That Tree," "I Itemember, I Remember tbe House Where I Wns Born," "The Old Armchair" and "Home, Sweet Home." The man or woman Is to be envied who finds in the lines a value not their own, aud to whom they bring pictures as dear as they are vivid. The quota tions are familiar, but they do not grow trite: The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew. And the shaded nook by the murmuring brook Where the children went to swim. tlhe lilacs where the robin built. And where mi hmthnp ... The laburnum on- his birthday ioe tree is living yet. And most characteristic of all, this: I remember, I remember. The fir-trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky; It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther oft" from heaven Than when I was a boy. The life that bag the country for a background has unfailing refreshment for the hard-working years that follow youth, aud that life may be passed In counting-house or factory or shop, far iium mrcst ana Held. The farm may have seemed dull and prosaic to the boy and girl. To the man and woman it wears the colors of poetry. Its simplicity, Its Intimate as sociation with nature ally It to the noblest In the universe, and the mem ory of It prompts those who have known It to a resolve that they will never stoop to Ideals unworthy of their heritage.-Youth'g Companion. KILLING A NOXIOUS WEED. Cn.d. ThUtle. May Be Extirpated I I wo Consecutive Seaaooa. One of the worst enemies of the farmer Is the Canada thistle. It works more injury every year to farms In this country than many other causes to which greater attention Is given It spreads slowly apparently, but it soon er or later takes full possession of the land aud unless eradicated the entire farm becomes worthless. The heavier seeds, which are carried by winds will germinate, but Its progress is by means of long white root stocks, which are proof against disease and seasons It Is claimed that a piece of root stock If left lu the soil will Krow from six to ten feet In a seasou and from each small piece as many as fifty heads will grow. The best seusou for helium.,,. the war on thistles is In June. 1'low the laud aud then plow again every few weeks until well into the fall, the object being to destroy tho young growth as fast as It appears, as any plant must succumb if deprived of forming leaves, as plants breathe through the agency of the leaves a... other plan Is to allow them to grow until the plants are Just high enough to mow aud then run the mower over the field, repeating the work as fast as the plauts appear. As the farmer may prefer to utilize the land be can plow the laud and plant It to potatoes. If he will then give the potato crop frequent cultiva tion he will destroy many of the this tles and tbe potatoes will pay for the labor. It may not be possible to sub due the thistles the first year, but if tbe work Is well done the thistles may be completely destroyed tbe second year, when the grouud should be plow ed In the spring and a crop of early cabbages grown,. removing the cabbage crop and broadcasting the land, after plowing and harrowing, with Hunga rian grass seed. As the Hungarian grass grows rapidly and may be mow ed once a month It gives the thistles but little chance, while the previous cultivation of the cabbage crop will have greatly reduced the thistles In number. The point Is to keep tbe this tles cut down from July to frost, after which they will be under control. The roadsides must alpo be carefully attended to, for it Is ou the unculti vated roadside that weeds are neglect ed and hence are nrotected. Xelo-lih-. should also work harmoniously In the destruction of weeds, as frequently ' some negligent fanner injures tho en tire community by producing the seeds of weeds which are carried by the winds over a large area. Weeds may ; also be carried long distances on the tops of railroad cars or by water; in : fai t, there are so many modes of dis-! trlbutlou that It is almost Impossible for any farmer to escape the nuisance I of weeds, but all farmers can preveut their spread, and In protecting his neighbor he also protects himself. The Cuuada thistle Is not so great a nuls nnce as many suppose If farmers will determine to combat Its spread. KNOW BAD MONEY AT SIGHT. Bank Officer Are Seldom Vlctltnlaed by Counterfeit Currency. It seems wonderful to the casual ob server that cashiers, hank tellers aud others who handle largo amounts of paper money are able, at a glance, to detect a bad note. F.xactly what It Is that does expose the counterfeit the best rxKrts lind It dlilicult to tell. They say they know it Instinctively. McTartan (expanding his chest I'm a self-made man. Kuox (after looking the other over critically i Your excuse Is satisfactory. Nell What awful table manners be has. I think I shall cut him. Belle If he continues to eat with bis kulfe he will probably cut himself. I "Beware." said the fortune teller, "of a tall, dark man." "You are trying to black male me!" faltered the fair young maid Chicago Tribune. Kxclted Wife Wake up. Henry! The bouse Is on tire. Sleepy Husband Great heavens! Now we'll have to They Judge not only by the looks of the move again! Ohio State Journal, note, but also by the feel of It. Wlgg That pretty gl f next door It la obvious that a counterfeit note screeches to beat the band. I thought must be widely circulated to make it you said she sung beautifully. Wagg profitable. No sooner does a counter feit appear than Its description Is wide ly published. Those who are likely to suffer from taking counterfeit notes make It their business to be ou the lookout for new ones, which are soon distinguishable by some easily discov ered mark. A teller knows of Just what denom inations are the counterfeits and Just where to look for the tell-tale marks. He detects the spurious notes as easily as the reader does a misspelled word. It Is no particular effort It is a habit. The principal reason why counter feits are so easily detected Is because In some feature they are almost uniform ly of Inferior quality. This Is Indeed No; I said she was a beautiful singer." College Idiot (Indefinitely) It doesn't necessarily follow. Kiud Friend What doesn't? College Idiot Why, a dog when you whistle for It Columbia Jester. The Difference: What is the differ once between a sewing machine and a kiss? One sews seams nice and tht other seems so ulce. Quips aud Cranks. Thick: Brlgcs-The electric light has gone out ou the other side of the hotel piazza, tlrlggs Yes. I had to elbow my way through the lovers there Just now. Life. Reformers: "Some er de loudes' tulk- the main protection of tbe public, lieu- ,. ulne notes are engraved ayid printed al most regardless of cost aud the very best materials are used lu the engrav ing and printing. It Is done lu large es tablishments, with costly materials and by the best workmen. It Is practically Impossible for coun terfeiters to do as well. They must work In secret and at a disadvantage and of necessity cannot have the ex perience to produce such perfect work. If they get the engraving done nicely they fall In the printing, or If they get the engraving and printing done well they fall In securing the proper paper. Of late years there has been a great deal of care taken to get paper manu factured expressly for tbe notes Issued by the government The national bank notes are also Issued by the govern ment, so that the sources of supply for exactly that kind of paper are controlled. In' reformers," said Uncle Kbvu, makes me think of a bn Id headed tuatt The Lost Child. Here Is an amusing story told of an "active and Intelligent" ottlcer In the Metropolitan police force: The other day he saw a little boy in the Strand crying bitterly. The olficer loomed up over the Infant who gazed up, and, amid sobs, said: "I'm lost!" "Where do you live, little man?" asked the constable kindly, for he had children of bis own. "Booboo!" walled the child. "I don't know. Boohoo!" "Come with me!" said the officer. "What can your mother be thinking ot to let a little one of your size stray away?" And away went the "bobby," re solved to find the parents of the Ilttlr one and to administer a fitting rebuke when be found them. As be was going up Bow street be met a sergeaut. "What's the matter with the kid?" Inquired the sergeaut. "He's lost, and I'm trying to find his mother or father. If I can't drop across 'em. I'll laud him in the station." "Bats!" responded the sergeant. "Don't you recognize your own boy?" It Is not known whether the ottlcer administered a rebuke to the child's parents. His Marvelous Cheek. An Impecunious constituent of Abra ham Gruber called upon the latter at his office last week and requested the loan of a dollar. A $2 bill was the smallest the colonel had. This he handed to the caller with the remark: "Go to the cigar stand downstairs, get a 15-cetit cigar, keep a dollar und bring me the change." In a few minutes the visitor reap peared, pulling contentedly at a cigar and handed the colonel 83 cents. No ticing a peculiar expression on Colonel Gruber's face, he withdrew the cigar from his lips long enough to Inquire: "Did you mean that the cigar was for you or me?" "Get out 'of here." was all Gruber could say. New York Times. Would Not Need li Then. An Arkansas man once wrote to In quire tbe price of a saw-mill that would, saw all the various ways that be wanted to saw. When he learned by return mall that such a mill would cost him $1,000, he replied by postal card: "If a man had $1,(100 what In thunder would he want of a saw-mill?" At the close of one of those days when you have been too busy to look up, you will always meet ou the way home some one who complains that be can't kill time. If you discover that you have made a mistake, don't stubbornly Insist upon keeping It up; let go and run. Washington Star. Bertha And so Kdlth bas made up with Fred? How did It happen? Con stance Oh, you see. It was tho ouly way In which she could have another quarrel with him. "So he has written a good play at lust" "Oh, no; It's very commonplace.' "What! It's one of the most success ful of the season." "Which proves ex actly what 1 suy." Hojack Here's on account of how a man wrote a love letter uml got Into trouble by It. Tomdik I enn sympa thize with that fellow. That's how I happened to get married. Nell He wrote a lovely poem to Ma bel. Belle 1 know, but she got mad and tore It up. Nell The Idea! , WhyT Belle He headed It "Lines on Mabel's Face." Philadelphia Hecord. Playwright From the nature of my play you see It ought to close with some line or significant act from the hero In perfect accord with the feel ings of the audience. Critic Why not let him heave a sigh or relief, then? Instructor Lord Byron said that Ma cuuluy woke up one morning and found himself famous. What great character in American literature Is parallel tc this? Student (who had been dosing) Hip Van Winkle. Princeton Tiger. At tbe marriage or an Albany widow er one of the servants was asked If hi master would take a bridal tour. "Dunno, sab; when old missus's alive he took a paddle to her; dunno If be takes a bridle to tbe new one or not" The President Then you don't care to have your name mentioned In con nection with your one hundred uillllou dollar gift to our university? Tho Phi lanthropist Well, you might say that you give my iiume without my cou sent. I.lttlo Augusta was at the window. "Oh, come quick, or you won't see It!'' she called excitedly. "He's running away." "What is It, dear?" asked her mother. "Why, there's a horse golnir down the street with nothing ou but his tail. A Very Good Day's Work: Weary Willie I Jes'' put lu a good day's work in thirty minutes. Frayed Fagin Kx pluln yerself. Weary Willie Well. I put In six pies, a pan uv doughnuts, au' foil.- Jars uv preserves. Dat's a good day's work for any woman. Judgu. Cupid's Benefit: C'clla Oil. we bad a delightful time at Ophelia's an nouncement party. Delia What did you do? Cello She had us submit sealed guesses as to t lie man she la engaged to: the girl who guessed right Is to be muld of honor. Detroit Free Press. "There Is only one reason," be said, "why I have never asked you to be my wife." "What Is that?" she asked. "I have always been half afraid you might refuse." "Well," she whispered, after a long silence, "I should think you'd have curiosity enough to want to find out whether your suspicion was well founded or.not." Has Been. An Englishman went Into a restaurant In a New England town and was served for his first course with a delicacy unknown to him. So ho asked the waiter what It was, and the waiter replied: "It's bean soup, sir," whereupon the Englishman, lu high In dignation, responded: "I, don't car what It's been; I want to know what It Is."-Pblladelphia Times. An Inherited Weakness: "How read ily and naturally your daughter takes her high C." said Mrs. Oldcastle, as she sat In tbe splendid music room of the new neighbors listening to tbe prac ticing or tbe daughter or tbe house. "Yes," replied the hostess, "Mamie takes after her pa. I always told Jo slab that whenever anything came high be was sure to take It right off. It Is every man's opinion that he would have been a great man had be I He always was so aristocrat leal In lib) uvea nuy years ago. J wste. caicago Kecoru-Herald.