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THE CALL OF THE HILLS. I list Its found in the night, The surge song of the sea ; I mark it, a welter of white Or gray with the driven rain ; I watch it broad and bright, A sapphire harmony But the hills call and the rills call, so it's ho for the hills again 1 The ships go wavering by, And fade on the faint sea rim ; Graceful the white gulls fly, Their cry like a far refrain J The low wind comes like a sigh From the outer islands dim Rut the hills call and the rills call, so it's ho for the hills again ! I turn my back on the foam, On the long curved line of shore, On the dunes and the reedy loam And the murmur of the main, Ob, the hill man seeks his home As the sailor the ocean's roar ! Hark ! the hills call and the rills call, so it's ho for the hills again ! New York Sun. Jrfonov of i. The thief had been a trifle surprised to find the door of the room unlocked but hla surprise amounted to momen tary stupefaction when, having enter ed stealthily, he found himself look' lng into the terrified eyes of a worn an. She was on her knees by an open safe, and the light of the candle she had placed on a chair beside her show ed him the ivory loveliness of her face .framed in its streaming hair. When she saw him she let fall little chamois leather bag which she had Just taken from the safe and cliiHped both hands to her breast. "Jim!" she gasped. "Jim!" The thief recovered his self-control at once, and coming forward, seated himself in an armchair opposite to her and surveyed her with some amuHe ment. inis is a surprise party, ma cherle!" he said lightly, with a gay smile that went well with his dare devil eyes and bold, sharply cut fea tures. "I did not know that you had taken to felonious practices. Hut by Jove, how the douce " and he arch ed his eyebrows and gave a low whls tie of astonishment as he gazed at the complicated machinery of the massive safe door. Sim rose from her knees and confronted him; a slim, girlish figure in her soft dressing gown, trem bling from head to foot, whltellpped and ashen-faced. "I knew how to open it," she fal tered. "I hid in here one day and watched Lord Mordon do it. Oh. Jim for heaven's sake go. or we shall be heard! Why did 1 do it? Oh, why did I do It?" A cynical smile played about the thief s clean-shaven lip. "Yes! why, indeed? I often see your name In the social columns of the daily papers, and rend that 'the beau tiful Mrs. Wytham wore magnificent diamonds,' etc. And Isn't your host. Lord Mordon, one of the wealthiest aristocrats In society? If the state of your finnnces la desperate enough to warrant this dangerous game, why do , you come to these swell house-parties?" "Oh. I'm awfully In debt!" she de clared vehemently. "Indeed, it's ter rible! I've sold my diamonds long ago; the things I wear are wretched Imitations. And I've been losing mon ey at bridge, and and horse racing. Oh, Jim, be generous and go! Lord Mordon's bed room is just above us and he will hear us! Oh, I would kill myself rather than be caught! For the sake of old times, Jim!" The thief settled himself more com fortably in the chair and stretched his muscular arms languidly. "Old times, eh?" he said, stifling a yawn. "Dear me, how melodramatic we are! Do you mean to tell me you ever think of those old times?" Her white Hps were trembling pit eously. "I would give the whole world to undo the past!" she said passionate ly; "if it Is any satisfaction to you to know that. Oh, how cruel you are to torture me so! It Isn't like you as you used to be, Jim!" He laughed grimly. "I am not as 1 used to be; thanks , to you!" he said bitterly; then, rising and speaking more briskly; "but, of course, I'm going. I was only teasing you. There Is houor among members of myI .meg your pardon-our pro . tension, and this Is clearly your show. But how In the name of all that's won derful do you lutend to dlipooe of the thin?" ! A nervous smile twitched her color less Hps. I have friends " she began, then stopped, her face flaming and paling by turns. "Oh. I heard some one coming! Jim, Jim, what shall I do?" They both stood listening; she with tense face and parted lips, he In a bored, uninterested way that bespoke nerves of steel. She ran to his side and clung to him, tremulous and hys terical. The touch of her clinging hands, the contact of her soft draper ies and softer, faintly perfumed hair, conjured up a host of bitter-sweet memories that the thief had long ago considered dead and buried; and for an Instant the candlelight shone upon a sudden moisture in his eyes. But it was clearly no moment for sentiment, and already his resourceful brain had mapped out the course of action he meant to follow. He knew that escape was impossible, but he knew that there was only one thing for him to do. He took the bag gently from her unresisting fingers, thrust It Into an Inner pocket, and sprang away from her toward the open door. That which he had known to be inevitable took place. The room clicked suddenly into a dazzling brilliance, and he found himself blinking into the barrel of a revolver. He had little difficulty in recognizing the tall, blonde, pajama clad leveler of the revolver as Lord Mordon, whose portrait he had fre quently seen in the illustrated papers. Hands up," said that young gentle man quietly, for the thief's hand had shot Instantly and instinctively to the bulging side pocket of his overcoat, "that's it!" as he was smilingly obeyed. "Now but-great Scott!" His eyes had fallen upon the wom an, who had staggered clown upon a chair and was regarding the thief jvlth wide, bewildered eyes. 'Mrs. Wytham" he gasped; "what ever " The thief's eyes telegraphed their urgent message to her, and the thief himself addressed his captor. The lady interrupted me," he said blandly; "I was threatening her with my shooter as you arrived, Intending to tie tier up and make tracks. Oh I'm not going to give you any trouble, I assure you. I'm not such a poor sportsman as ail that!" The woman had roused herself with an enort, ana the color was coming slowly back to her face. 1 came clown for my book," she said to Lord Mordon. "I couldn't sleep and thought I would read. Oh, Archie, it was awful! He threatened to shoot me if I made any noise and I was so terrified! What could I do?" "Mrs. Wytham," said Lord Mordon, win you kindly go Into the hall and telephone down to the police station? They 11 send up a couple of men in ten minutes or so." Mrs. Wytham got up. "Oh, I don't know how to telephone, Archie, she said. "I've never done it before. But can't I stay here while you go? You can give me his pistol If you like, but I'm sure he's not going to ie any trouble. If he is well, von know what a good shot I am." But as soon as Lord Mordon's broad shoulders had disappeared through the doorway into the dark hall beyond his mobile face resumed Its normal ex pression of blase audacity. Mrs. Wytham, who had divined his swiftly conceived plan with true feminine in tuition, thrust the revolver Into his hands. Through the window, quick!" she whispered. "I'll know what to say to him when he comes back. Oh, quick quick, for heaven's sake!" He laughed softly, with shining eyes, kissed his hand to her, and ran swiftly across the lawn that lay smooth and blanched in the light of the full moon. She waited a moment or two, then, having cleverly Imitated the sounds of a scuffle stamping and pushing the chairs about in a manner sufficiently grotesque to warrant a ver dict of lunacy from any chance behold er she rushed to the door, almost fall ing Into the arms of Lord Mordon. "Oh, he's gone!" she cried. "I wasn't looking at him, and he sprang at me and wrenched the revolver out of my hands, tin, now awful It is! He looked so broken and miserable, 1 thought he was safe! Dash it, yes," said Lord Mordon viciously, repressing a stronger explo sive. "I thought so, soo! I'm going after him; he's probably got his pock ets stuffect with notes. Rouse the house, Mrs. Wytham, and send the oth er fellows after me. Which way did he go?" But the house was soon roused more ffectually than by any screams of hers. The sharp crack of a revolver shot broke upon a momentary lull In the gale, followed by another, then he din of the driving wind swallowed up all sounds for a while. Mrs. Wytham crouched on her chair, shlv- ring and sobbing. She had misdirect ed Lord Mordon; but It appeared that she had done so to no purpose. II. Two days before Lord Mordon had asked her to many hlm, and she had told hlm very gently and sweetly that she could never be more than a friend o hlm. but he had always supposed. as the world supposed, that her hus band was dead, and this was the death low to a hundred pathetic hopes. Then, kneeling there with that white. pturned face upon her knee, and the dark trees murmuring about them an dmlrable mtse-en-scene of which she was completely unconsitous she told him her story- from that miserable day six years before, when in a frenzy of unreasoning rage she had sent her husband (Innocent as she soon knew, of that which she had laid to his charge) away from her forerer. to the shameful record of her share In that; evening's happenings. When the thief opened his eyes he was lying in a cool white bed In a room wherein the lights were softly shaded. He could remember nothing, and when he tried to sit up and look about him a sharp pain stabbed hla left ankle and he sank back at once. Then he heard a movement by his Old Favorites The Old Granite State I have come from the mountains of the . old Granite State. side, and turning his head, looked into Where the hills are so lofty, magnlfl the kindly eyes of Lord Mordon, who cent and great; was sitting beside the bed. 1 have left kindred spirits in the land 'An explanation of affairs would greatly oblige," he said languidly, glancing round the luxurious room; "Is this an Improved Wormwood Scrubbs, run by your lordship as a society fad? In which case, will you be so kind as to summon my valet to bring me some breakfast? I'm hun gry and " .The whimsical voice ceased abrupt ly. Lord Mordon had leant forward and the light 6hone on his haggard face. "Mrs. Wytham has told me every- ining, ne said quietly; "will you shake hands?" The thief did not move, and his cyn ical smile crept back to his lips. "Then she cannot have told you ev erything," he said bitterly; "men like you do not want to shake hands with professional thl " "Rot!" said the young fellow blunt ly; "as If I cared, after to-night!" So they clasped hands, and the thief's face flushed strangely. Then Lord Mordon rose. "I'm going to send her to you," he said; "and look here, she wants you to take her away with you, to one of the colonies. I have a large farm in Mani toba, and I want a manager for It. If you will take the place I will be very Oh! my mother; I bless her ashes, in pleased. my own native State. His boyish face was crimson, and he avoided th thlpf'n ovoo Tin hlaf lay very still for a few seconds; then 1 k"ew b3he smoke that ,0 Kracefuy 1. 1. T. 1 ,x m , I no ojjuno. xeinuys u was irom weaK- of the blest When I bade them adieu for the far distant West. Oh! thy mountains. Oh! thv vallevs, in my oJl native State, Oh, thy hills and thy valleys are sa cred to me. No matter what -in lands of others may see, I may view scenes as sunny, as fair and as smooth. men i ll think of my cottage that stands in the grove; Oh I my childhood. Oh! that home stead, in my own native State. When I think of the fair one who once was my pride, As she roved among the mountains so close to my side. Then I sigh for the days that will never come back, For she sleeps -on the shore of the bold Merrimac. Oh! that loved one. Oh! that srrave yard in my own native State. A moth-r dear I've lost; she's gone to the grave; She was the dearest blessing that God ever gave. Now I go to the spot where buried is the loved. And I eem to hear her slnelnsr with the angels above. Dullad St ansa. ness that his voice was unsteady. "You make me think there must be a few decent fellows in the world! I did not think there were any left! Of course, I'll take the place! But Idon't know wnat to say; how to thank you. Perhaps Ida may know better!" At that the other laughed harshly, and comprehension dawned In the thief's pitying eyes. "No," said Lord Mordon, quickly; "I will not let her thank me. I have borne enough without that!" and he went out of the room. A few seconds later the thief, known to a large circle of friends six years before as James Barrlngton Wytham, was looking into his wife's tear-stained face. "Jim," she was whispering, with gaze averted, Just answer me, dear est. Do you really want to take me back after spoiling your life as I have done, and then after what I was so nearly doing to-night?" He drew her head down beside his on the pillow. r rom io-nigui, ne said gently, "we will forget the wretched past and be gin again. Lord Mordon has offered me ' "Oh, I know!" she cried, her eyes growing dim; "he is such a dear fel low!" and she told him of that which Lord Mordon's frank face has already betrayed. His arms closed about her, and she laid her head on his breast with a lit tle contented sigh. Above the green elms that a cottage was near, And I said, "If there's peace to be found in the world, A heart that was humble might hope for it here!" It was noon, and on flowers that lan- guish'd around In silence reposed the voluptuous bee; Every leaf was at rest, and I heard not a sound But the woodpecker tapping the hol low beech tree. And "Here in this lone little wood," I exclalm'd, 'With a maid who was lovely to soul and to eye, ' Who would blush when I praised her, anl weep If I blamed, How blest could I live, and how calm could I die! "By the shade of yon sumach, whose red berry dipr In the gush of the fountain, how sweet to recline, And to know that I aigh'd upon lnno cent lips, Which had never been aigh'd on by any but mine!" Thomas Moore. CHEMISTRY 4,600 YEARS AGO. Employed by Chinese In Care of Disease The Philosopher's Stone, Yu Tung Kwal, a Chinese delegate to the chemistry congress, read an Interesting paper before a section of the assembly yesterday on the chem- "Yours now forever and ever," she leal Industry of China. Alchemy, he said softly nal. -Cassell's Saturday Jour SAUSAGES AND SAUSAGES. Henlldercd London J u dire Learns What Are the Ingredients, T"hat there are fresh sausages, pre served sausages and commercial sau sages were facts brought out In the course of an appeal against a convic tion at the London sessions, the ap pellant being a pork butcher who had been fined for selling a "pork sausage which was not of the nature, substance and quality of the article of food de manded by the purchaser," a New York Times London correspondent says. The facts were not disputed. It was admitted that the sausages contained as a preservative 22.4 grains of boric acid to the pound, but the case of the City of Westminster, which was the original prosecutor in the matter, was that it was quite unnecessary from a commercial point of view to use boric acid in the case of fresh sausages as distinct from preserved sausages. To ward the close of the appeal the learned Judge, Mr. Wallace, remarked: What Is a sausage? I have been trying to find out the whole day?" said, was known in China at least 2,700 before Christ, and China still oc cupied an important position in regard to the chemical industries of the world. The principal object of the practice of alchemy 4,600 years ago, he said, was the cure of disease. Efforts were also made to evolve a preparation somewhat analogous to the philoso pher's stone, the result attained being known as gold pills. Metallurgical work and dyeing were known in China from time immemo rial, while the processes of making gunpowder, paper, glass and porcelain all originated in the same country, while it is admitted that the Chinese of the Seventh century had a clear knowledge of oxygen. 'Circumstances In China," said the lecturer, "have now changed. Since China has been known for thousands of years to be an agricultural country and to possess an enormous wealth of undeveloped minerals, attention has naturally been directed to the study of these two branches of applied science. A board of agriculture and indus tries has been Instituted, composed of different bureaus, each bureau manag ing some department, such as land "A sausage," replied Mr. Douglas. who was In the witness box, "is com posed of meat, cereals, spices, water, surveying, mine surveying, Irrigation preservative and a skin casing." work, etc Having its headquarters In 'When Is a sausage not a sausage? Pekln, the affairs of each province ars When there is no boric acid in it" asked Mr. McCall, counsel for the City or Westminster. u aepenas on the conditions. A commercial sausage without boric acid Is not a sausage. Later, Mr. Douglas again used tho words "commercial sausage," to which air. aiecali remarked: "Of course, we're not speaking of sausages for museums. 1 The Angelna. This picture was painted by Malay. It contains a man and a church stee- t rr . pie. me man ana tne woman are very poor, they have been digging po tatoes because they need them to live on. The potatoes look very small. Just at sunset they hear a bell ring; it Is the Angelus; It means they must pray. So they bow their heads and pray for bigger potatoes. controlled directly by provincial exec utive committees, and shortly. It is believed, government experimental sta tions will be established. Also in the formation of chemical societies provincial societies have been formed, which will constitute sectional branches. Agricultural societies too are being formed In good numbers, and the last few years have witnessed the establishment of 'commercial guilds.' "A characteristic feature about the teaching system of China Is that chem istry, together with mathematics. Is a compulsory subject In the elementary schools. This is Insisted upon, not only that the pupil's mind may be trained, but also that the young stu dent may acquire some elementary knowledge of natural phenomena." London Standard.' TALK RICH OUT OF RICHES. Critic Urges Criticism aa Bloat Effective Weapon of the Poor. Everything to-day depends upon talking. It is futile to sentimentalize about the vanity of speech or the so lidity of action, like poor Carlyle. There Is no action that we can profit ably perform toward a millionaire, ex cept strangling him. If we can, at every afternoon tea or society dinner, say everything that is calculated to make the wealthy people present feel verv uncomfortable, we shall have done all that is Immediately practic able and shall not have lived in vain, G. K. Chesterton says in Hamptons Magazine. Thus, if I were an American, I bhouiu iurn on every uuuicisouuu uu- country to me man wno can nate ms til it came into collision with the sub- brother. TRUMPET CALLS. Ram's Horn Sonnda a Warning; Not to the Unredeemed. The best fitting for future work' is fidelity in present duty. To-morrow 's shadow Is always heavier than to day's burden. Love overcomes all mountains be- cause it sees through them. It is an unhealthy thing for a boy to be able to digest a man's religion. Heaven Is bound to be a very far ject of the trusts. If a young lady began speaking to me and said: "Have you seen the Velasquez at Vienna?" I should reply (untruthfully), "Oh, ye3 magnificent when he worked In oils which reminds me that this oil trust " and so on. If the hostess said with a smile, "Will you carve the duck?" I should answer with unscru pulous enthusiasm, "Oh, I am quite at home with the cold steel; In fact, the steel trust, etc." And if at last peo ple began not to want me at dinner a dough-nut. There can be no friendship with the Savior without fellowship with His sorrows. It is the religion you wear as a cloak that is soon worn out and threadbare. The depression of many a meeting is due to people who want to make an Impression. ;' A peculiar look of wisdom belongs to the man who discovers the hole in parties, and timid conversationalists fell back on the weather. I should cry, "Have they yet started a sun trust, a wind trust, or a sea trust? That seems to me much healthier than " But you quite under stand. After I had done this for a year or The church pessimist takes a bite at the oven before speaking on the bread of life. Crooked paths come from trying td walk to heaven while looking on the other country. The church that has no place for two, even the trusts (though, as their the child-life will have no place in the nam tmnlioa full of Innocent C.onfl- 1116 r '"0 man. dence) might have begun to suspect me. There Is indeed another reason why we must to a great extent rely (for Some men think they are called to the ministry because they have a lik ing for fried chicken. The best proof that you have had a the present) on speech rather than glimpse of Heaven is that you are try- action in our dealings wnn me muu- mg to make earth like it stroslties of modern wealth. Unless our action is mere lynching (and I would never deny that there Is some thing to be said for that), Instead of what one calls political, It will not be aetion against the very rich, but In their favor. They hold all the han dles of the political machine; and for the purpose of any prompt action they have only to move the handles. That the poor could conquer the rich at last I believe, because I believe in God and also in man. But that the rich could conquer the poor by 8:30 to-morrow evening I am quite certain. You can never get the temperature of a church to go up when the folks are talking one another down. Lots of people believe In walking with God on the rest day and working for themselves the rest of the days. THE BENTLEY BABY. In the summer of 1887 ' Holman Bentley, accompanied by his wife and The whole press would bellow the child, made a steamer journey on the same tune over a million breakfast Upper Congo, in Africa. Sir Harry tables. Johnston, in his book entitled "Geonte The servants of the rich would have Grenfell and the Congo," recounts the run a million errands, the solicitors result of the journey and the lmport- and agents of the rich would have ant part played by the Bentley baby, struck a million bargains, before the The party went through the Bolobo ordinary stonebreaker had even found district, which at that time had be- hls pickax. The poor are sure but come excessively hostile to Europeans, slow. The temporary station of the Congo Add to this that worst and wildest State had been burned to the ground, work of modern science (more bias- the chief, Ifaka, was dead, and when phemous than Its denial of God) its the steamer Peace, bearing the Bent lnventlon of scientific war. The ser- leys, arrived in August, it was rough-- geant would obey the captain, the sol- ly ordered away. Before sheering off, dier would obey the sergeant, and the however, an idea occurred to Bentley. democracy would lie dead about the Taking advantage of the steamer's streets before soldier, sergeant or cap- halt, his wife and nurse were giving a tain had realized that they were all obeying a swollen and cynical pawn broker. 1 Wit of the Youngsters X Little Ethel (aged 3) Turn on, gwanma; supper is weady. Grandma Why, dear, you mean breakfast, don't you? Little Ethel 'Es, tourse I does, but I tan't say it. Little Myra had been to parties on three consecutive days. "Oh, mamma," she cried, on her return from the third, "Just think, I've had Ice cream three times In congestion." Anxious Mother Harold, don't you know those are bad boys across the street for you to play with? Little bath to the Bentley baby. As if by accident, the little white child was held up in view of the angry and excited people. Suddenly a hush fell on the assembled throng, gradual ly giving way to a shout of delighted surprise. A few minutes afterward, in re sponse to urgent invitations to come on shore, the Bentley baby, In a dainty white dress, was being paraded through the town, nursed and dandled by warrior after warrior, till his snowy frock was reddened with cam wood dye or stained with greasy black marks from those who had stained their bodies with oil and soot. Mrs. Bentley was equally an object of Interest and admiration, as she was the first white woman who had ap peared in those regions. Up to that time the white man had been looked upon as a sort of unnatural creature, who wa3 not bred and born like ordi nary human beings, a eem (-supernatural being without a mate. The Bent- Harold Yes, mamma; but don't you know that I'm an awfully good boy for iey baby practically created the mis them to play with? Bion atation of Bolobo. which has en. - , .. "Well, Bobby," said the minister dured ever since, who was making a duty call, "what do you intend to be when you grow up?" "An orphan," promptly replied Bobby, who was still suffering from a dose of parental discipline. The Wall-Taper Man. Oh, I'd sing you a song of the wall paper man, Who's with us once again, Who comes with the flies and who ev erywhere hies With his ladders and buckets ten; I'd sing of the ease with which bric-a- brac breaks At the soft, gentle touch of his hand, A Sneceaaful Expedient. A certain prominent minister was compelled not long ago to give strict orders that, while he was engaged la the preparation of hi3 sermons, I'd sing of the Joy which it seems that his young son must be keDt reason. he takes ably auiet. In snite of this hna0v, upsetting a Jardiniere stand: there arose one morning a mnc ' rd Bln how he figures the cost of a - o - .uvob ao- merlng, which seemed to indicate that Of his tracks in the hall and paste vup iiu-uuu8 pipes were Deing buckets that fall. knocked to pieces. Hurrying out of And the way the new rug appears Some men who pose as good story tellers are not much good at anything els. Women say as mean things of the men as they can think of, In public. but In public men are always compli menting tho women. his study, the minister, encountered his wife. "My dear, what in " the world Is Bobby doing?" he asked. "Why, he is only beating on the radiator downstairs," was the some what surprised reply. "Well, he must stop It," the min ister said, decidedly. "I don't think he will harm it, dear," his wife answered soothingly; "and It is the only thing that will keep him quiet" Harper's Weekly. Shrewd Scheme. Traveler in Parlor Car Porter, that man In front will give you a quarter for dusting him off, won't he? Porter Yesslr!" "Well, I'll give you half a dollar to leave the dust on him and not brush It off onto me." SomerTill Journal I then ; Oh, I'd sing of the wonderful litter he leaves And the household he puts In a fuss Yes, I'd sing of him now if I didn't somehow, ' Have to pass up all singing to cuss. -Kansas City Times. Hla Colora. "What are your college colors?" "Well," answered Farmer Corntos sel,' "Josh has figured so strong In hazing an' football, I should say they must be black and blue." Washington Star. It's simply impossible to love thy neighbor as thyself if he Is an am f , teur cornet player. v4 Even a college education can't divv prlve some young men of their 5po4J