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FLAY SOFTLY, B(T*3. A Pin thinkin’ av the gooldeu head I nestled to my breast; They're fellin' me, "He’s bolt her off,’’ And sayin', “God knows best.” But, ob, my heart is breakin' And the wild, wild waves at piny Where the gooldeu bead is buried low, Close to Manila Buy. I'm thinkin' av the roguish eyes Of tender Irish gray; They're tollin' me, “lie's betther off,” And, "I'll thank God some day.” But, oh, my heart is breakin* And the wild, wild waves at play And my baby's eyes all closed in death Close to Mauilu Bay. Pm thinkin' av the little hands That's fastened ’round my heart; They're tollin' me, “Have courage. Sure life's to meet and part.” But, oh. my heart is breakiu' And the wild, wild waves at piny And my baby’s bands so stiff and cold Close to Manila Bay. Pm thinkin’ av the noble boy That kissed my tears away; They’re telling me “How brave he was, And foremost in the fray!” But, oh, my heart is breakin’ And the wild, wild waves at play And my baby and my soldier dead— Close to Manila Bay. Play softly, boys, I know yon will, Remembering he’s away— My boy, who proudly marched with ye On last St. Patrick's day. Play softly, boys, I know ye will, And the wild, wild waves at play Amt your comrade lying lonely, Close to Manila Bay. Play softly, boys, I know ye will, And hush this pain to rest— And soothe the bitter agony That’s tearin’ at my breast. How can ye march at all, at all, And the wild, wild waves at play, And the boy who loved ye lyin’ cold- Close to Manila Bay. —Utica Globe. * Mi ¡5 J “MAN PROPOSES------ ” $ <0 where Rose had appeared aaxfons t LABASTINE I s the original avoid me, perhaps out of consideration and only durable wall coating, entirely different from all kal for her sister, or perhaps to save me somines. Ready for use In from disappointment. white or twelve beautiful tints by adding cold water. Under the torture of this sudden sus ADIES naturally prefer ALA pense I flew to my mother. “I must BASTINE for walls and ceil make a clean breast of ft, mother dear; ings. because It is pure, clean, durable. Put up In drv pow 1 love Rose, and you must help me to dered form. In five-pound pack gain her.” ages, with full directions. “O, James, is not this somewhat sud LL kalsomines are cheap, tem den? And those convictions you have porary preparations made from whiting, chalks, clays, etc., cherished---- ” and stuck on walls with de “Nonsense, mother; listen, this Is caying animal glue. ALABAS- TINE Is not a kalsomine. serious. You will admit that so sweet and unpretending a girl Is seldom found EWARE of the dealer Who says he can sell you the “same now. No more words, please, but do, thing” as ALABASTINE or like the good mother you are, go and “something Just as good." He is either not posted or 13 try ask Mme. DesJardins for the hand of ing to deceive you. her daughter.” nd IN offering something “My dear child, I will teach you how he has bought chean and tries to sell on ALABASTINES de to be consistent; I cannot go back on mands. he may not realize the my word. I will have nothing to do damage you will suffer by a kalsomine on your walls. with the arrangements of a marriage for you.” ENSIBLE dealers will not bi» a lawsuit. Dealers risk one by She said all this with such an amused selling and consumers by using smile that I could not think her serious. Infringement. Alabastlne Co. own right to make wall coat I determined, however, to put an end ing to mix with cold water. to this suspense, and soon found an op he interior walls of portunity. every schoolhouse should be There was a concert and ball at the coated cnly with pure, durable ALABASTINE. It safeguards DesJardins’ beautiful country home. health. Hundreds of tons are When bending over her mother’s hand used annually for this work. I saw but one being, and heaven enter N BUYING ALABASTINE, see that packages are properly la ed my soul as I caught the light of her beled. Beware of large four- eyes. It seemed but an Instant before pound package light kalso mine offered to customers at we were outside, wandering about the a five-pound package. grounds. The words were on my lips UISANCE of wall paper Is Ob to speak, when some one called to us, viated by ALABASTINE. It can be used on plastered walls, “Come, La Mariani is going to sing!” wood ceilings, brick or can What cared I for Mariani? But Rose THE SILENT MARCH. vas. A child can brush It on. the committee. The day before Decora draw it Lave tiny flags between their ears hastened her steps, and I followed, It does not rub or scale oft. tion day the congregation met. A vesti and waving on their backs; white horses rith the clash ot the sabers, hoping she would at least stay outside. bule ran across the front of the church always, the whitest in the lead, and the STABLISHED In favor. Shun the roll of the drums all Imitations. Ask paint dealer As we neared the house, she led the Or the cheers that greet the hero when home from the side doors that opened out on to more speckled at the wheels. The little or druggist for tint card. Write the small stone porches, and there the maidens rise from their uncomfortable i way to a corner of the veranda, and from the battle he comes. for "Alabastlne Era," free, to ALABASTINE CO., Grand there the words and voice of the won Sot to the sound of the bugle, mellow and men east dowu great armfuls of fragrant night's sleep, with sore heads and exceed clear and sweet, evergreens. The little wooden soldier ingly wavy hair. The out-of-town speak Rapids, Michigan. derful singer reached our ears and en Do they pass on the homeward march with monuments, painted white, were brought er has arrived. The bell in the steeple of never returning feet, tered our hearts. But Into the dim, deep stillness, where nev into the vestibule to be trimmed. The the white church on the hill tolls the hour. Tay of Lawmaker«. chatter aud bustle began with the work. The flowers have been placed upon the My soul is full of dreams. ermore strlf? tuny come, With never a footfall sounding, the soldiers Little groups formed. Busy fingers soon white columns; masses of bloom are about The lawmakers in Austria and My soul is full of love. are marching home. lowered the heaps of pungent greeu. Then the dark, old pulpit, around the side France are paid $5 a day; in Greece the “Those words are mine, Rose, do you understand? Don’t you see how I love Side by side, the line unbroken, as 'twas In often some young man and maiden would lamps, on the walls, and following the senators get $100 a month and the slip out together to gather a new supply. the years ago. deputies $50; in Germany members you? You are the woman I have dream When they went with flying banners to meet And were it not for others who built up gallery rail. The church is ready. The procession of veterans forms in ot both houses receive about $2.50 a the runks ot the foe. ed of since I have known liow to dream. the dwindling piles of spruce, the workers “the square.” They march to the shrill, I day; in Denmark the members of the were the youthful heroes who fought You are the companion I have longed These for would wait long for the two who first weird notes of a fife, and the intrepid roll the nation then. "landsthing” each receive about $3 a for, Rose; could you not love me?” These who march to s:lent music, scarred went. When they finally came back, he day; in Belgium each member of the and gray, like ghosts of men. with his conscious face hidden behind the In a low, sad voice, she murmured: chamber of representatives gets $85 a “My friend, I am not the companion For them no bayonets flashing In the tide of odorous green branches, and she, so flush month; in Portugal the peers and com ed and shy, the merry jests were at their the noonday sun. you have dreamed of. Too often you mons are paid the same sum, which is But, though persecuted, the For them the echoless silence, long since expense. have described me, your Ideal woman. were their battles won. faces of the lovers showed that it was about $355 a year; in Spain the mem You love me because you think me sim good to live. bers of the cortes are not paid for their Now are the batteries silent that breathed ple, as young girls should be—and you Within the church, behind the pulpit on their murderous breath. services, but enjoy many advantages think because you have sometimes That laid like grain of the harvest the long, the platform, two white columns rose, out and immunities; in Switzerland the dark swath of death. lined with the woven greens, their sides seen me attending to household duties members of the national council get Gone is the smoke of the battle that hung ‘ hung with wreaths. These were connect- that I would make a good domestic o’er the far-drawn line $2 50 a day, and the council of states, wife, but you will love me no more Till the sky was hhl at noonday and the sun fd by a broader structure on which were the lower house, $1.50; in Italy the to shine. i the words: "Roll of Our Honored Dead,” when you are undeceived. When you And forgot where the tide of carnage surged over and in smaller black letters, in two long senators and deputies are not paid at know---- ” Her voice had been firm the trodden plain all, but are allowed traveling expenses. columns, were the names of those soldiers No whisper conies to grass or flower of all until now, and though her words puz England is the only country where lying in the little cemeteries beside the Its crimson stain. zled me and pained me I became aware church. Spaces were left for the bunches members of parliament are not only of the sorrow In her voice—a sorrow There were tears and hours of longing for of flowers, to be added in the morning. At unpaid, but have no special rights oi those who come no more, which meant more than sympathy. For the voices hushed to silence and the the top of each column the white statue privileges.—Chicago Chronicle. of an angel stood. Long ropes of green footstep on the floor. “Rose, In the name of heaven, what were draped about the high gallery, in the Is It?” A Man or h Minister. In those far days of battle, those days of rear where the choir sat and ubout the She mastered herself in a moment. bitterest strife, A distinguished Massachusetts cler no side lights and windows were more grace When a man for his country ’ s glory set “How often have you cruelly told me of a drum. The neighboring band has gyman tells a good story at his own ful loops. price upon his life, you would never marry a college grad But guarded that nation's honor down to bls As dusk fell the lads and lassies had come with but six horses, and none of expense, lie was on a tramp through latest breath. them white. The church is packed to suf the White mountains with another uate—a bluestocking, as you called her, brave who knew no fear, who made their engagements for the next day, focation. The ministers of all the clergyman for a companion, One day and yet you ought to have known—your The soldier possibly for life, and home duties were parleyed uot with death. mother knows---- ” calling the matrons. The little groups churches sit with the speakers in the pul they mounted the driver’s seat of a The fool I had been! And bow I And ever since the wartime, when love and hurried away and the church was left in pit. The veterans file in. The band clat stage coach. As is often the case, the home were sweet. ters to the gallery, and sits with the choir. wished I could fall right there on my Have the adders Joined the silent march, I quiet. Each white pew door is closed The standard-bearer drops the great flag stage driver was an interesting char- upon the green, well-pounded cushions on with never returning feet, knees to ask her pardon. And yet how acter whose conversation abounded in from the door of the cottage, from pal the narrow, high-backed seats within. across the gallery rail, and its soft, silken Out could I have suspected that so much good stories. The three eneedily be- ace of wealth, they came, The little footstools are in prim array. stripes sweep to the heads of those sitting feminine grace could be united to a And the path ted on In silence, the way was The hymnals and the palm lear fans stand beneath. The little girls in white, and came friendly and it was with reluct- ever the same. ripe and mature Intellect? the proudest moment of their lives, march anoe that they parted at the end of the And still the silent army Is marching away, neatly in the racks. The gilt pipes ot the "O, Rose, apeak to me. Speak In journey. “I’m glad ter hev met yet away, organ in the gallery show above the rail, to the front seats. The ceremonies begin. They are very fellers,” said the driver, on leaving Latin, In Grrek, If you will. Only say And the last recruit will Join the ranks and and the moon-faced brass clock on the be mustered In souie day. you forgive me and will love me.”— -Buffalo News. front of the gallery ticks in a loud, meas long. The commander of the G. A. R. them. “Yer eee, I haven’t seen a man The Princess. ured tone. The odor of the freshzeut ever leads the services. The air grows oppres this summer exceptin’ ministers.” greens is like some heavy incense. The sive with the heat and the strong fra Does anybody doubt that these twe pulpit looms up high ami dark with the grance of the flowers. “A selection from men had more influence for good on Increase in German Trade. big Bible, the hymnal, and the little book the band” endangers the tympanums of I this driver than all the duly uniformed A remarkable proof of the expansion of psalms arranged upon it in a severe every one present. A poetess recites with of German trade Is furnished by the ministers he had met that summer?— pyramid. The moonlight creeps into the fervor an original poem of many stanza» Anecdotes and Morals. traffic returns of the Suez Cam.l. to "Our Heroes. ” The choir has a solo quiet there, touching the names of "Our Twpnty yi'ars ago the German share Honored Dead” with its cold fingers, two for the leading soprano of each church, Reproving an Archbishop. of the canal traffic was 1 percent, of the by two, up the long columus, till the roll and other numbers interspersed among the readings, prayers and speeches. TJ An English paper tells how the total tonnagi*. It Is now 11 per cent., stands clear. Then the procession forms. The flower archbishop of Canterbury, some time Through the village, ns the evening a large proportion of the trade being grows, the sound ot the band practicing girls have their baskets of flowers. The ago entered an East End (London) with British possessions. Another diligently is heard. A neighboring band baud leads the way to the cemeteries. A church during a week-night service, curious fact In connection with the grave is reached. Two little flower girls They called it Decoration day in a little joins in the ceremonies of the next day come forward and kneel at either side of and, taking a back seat, joined in sing canal Is that the largest vessels pass and the rivalry is keen. All the little ing through are German. As long ago village some twenty years ago. It was girls with long hair, at the important nge the grave. The name of the soldier, his ing one of Moody and Sankey’s hymns. as 1S1HI Germany took the lead In this one of the great days of the year. The of 7 nre to assist in decorating the graves. nge, rank, regiment, last battle, and date Next to him was a workingman who village itself was all greeu and white. The A short was singing lustily in tune. respect. The steamer Friedrich tier The houses were white, with green blinds, Each fond mother braids her small vestal ot death are solemnly read. Grosse, of 10,(MIO tons, went through In and white fences inclosed the ample yards. virgin's hair in tiny strands to produce prayer follows. The children place their primate was wretchedly out of tune, that year, paying dues amounting to The gr<*eu branches of majestic trees met the required crimpiness. A warm, spicy flowers upon the mound. The band gives and his singing evidently upset the three solemn signals, and at each the 72,(MM1 francs. Several German steam over the long, white roadways. The odor from pantry and kitchen in the home Stars and Stripes sweep in salute over the workingman, who patiently endured where the out-of-town speaker is to be the discord as long as he could, and ers of the same size are mentioned In stores, with their green, batten shutters, entertained speaks for him a comfortable soldier's grave. From grave to grave they subseqitent canal reports, anti at the the flagpole in “the square,” the town inner man. One of the prominent men of go, till all have been remembered, aud the then, nudging the archbishop,whisper ed in his eat: “ ’Ere, dry up, mister! present moment others are being built hall, with the hitching posts about it, the village is to make a live-minute speech sun is sinking in the west. The village homes are full of friends You’re sp’iling the show I”—Chicago for the regular service In China nnd were all white. And ou the bill stood the nt the monument "To Our Unknown white church. and relatives from out of town, staying to Ch ronicle. Japan. German owners paid S,O0O,<XA) In this hill church, the services of Dec Dead.” He has rehearsed it for hours tea. Y’oung couples stroll in the twilight iu a meadow la-hind a hay stack. francs in canal dues In ISO'. Only One. oration day were always held. The people The day dawns. The dew is brushed through the shaded streets. Old soldiers Nice Young Man (lecturing in a who looked down on the village from "the sit in groups, recalling their battle soenes. I.onge-t Flight of a Cannon .shot. ridge” could see the white steeple with its away by passing skirts as the women Sunday school)—Now, is there any The longest distance ever covered by four little spires rising out of the dense hasten to their gardens to pick their choic In the cemeteries on the hill, the flowers little boy or girl who would like to a cannon shot it said to tie fifteen miles, green. It was a landmark. The church est flowers—each culls unsparingly. Early have faded on the soldiers' graves. The little monuments show their whiteness nek any questions? Well, little boy, in the forenoon the vestibule of the church but that probably was several miles I h -II was sweet, clear and far-reaching. In thickly under the dark pines.—Chicago I see your hand; would you like to within the possible limit, according to the rear of the church were the long, low- is filled with fragrance. Flowers of the Inter Ocean. ask? garden, cultivated so tenderly and gath- Captain E. L. Zallnskl, the retired army sheds for the horses and carriages. From ered so willingly, are there, and great Small Boy—How much longer it Meant Confederntca. each side a little cemetery stretched officer, who ranks among the highest masses of snowballs, branches of dog- this talkin’ going to last? away; the “ old cemetery ” on the left, One of Lincoln's little stories has just authorities In the world on munitions wood, with their white petals crimson Collapse of lecturer.—Tit-Bite. of war. On the point of possible range with time-worn epitaphs on gray head splashed, the sweet mock-orange, the rosy, come to light. It was told by Dr. Walk stones, where the white-haired men and Captain Zallnskl says: "ruder exist women walked; the "new cemetery” ou flowering almond, all add their beauty. er at the Long Island church club. He Proper Training. ing conditions and with the guns, pow the right, with white monuments ami The work presses; bouquets to tack on to says: “One week before the assassination A bnainees man is training hi» two of President Lincoln he visited the hos the little monuments, and each to be car der ntid projectiles available, I believe flower-bordered plots, w here children lov pital at City Point. I was stationed there little eons to repeat invariably, in con It possible to tire a shot to a distance ed to play. Soldiers lay sleeping in both. ried to its place; groat bunches of flow as a member of the sanitary commission. versation, the name of the person to Up in the high belfry-tower are little ers to be placed in the church windows; I was then a boy of eighteen. Imagine my whom they are speaking, as: “Yea, of eighteen tulles. The distance will tie greater when a powder Is produced wooden monuments used only on Decora pride at being assigned to convey the Pres Mr. Browne;” ‘‘Good afternoon. Mis. ident around the hospital. 1 felt very big. Greene;” “No, Miss Mary,” etc. He that will exert a uniform pressure on tion day upon the soldiers' graves. Each year they are trimmed with flowers and We came to one part of the hospital where insists on this form of courtesy, be the gun throughout the course of ths evergreens, and for that one day placed we had several tents of what were then cause of the special value it may lie to projectile from breach to muzzle.” at the head of the graves. Each has up called rebel prisoners. With all the pride the boys in business life. To call a on it in black letters the name of a sol Use for Volcano Dust. of a Northern boy I said: 'Mr. Lincoln, do you want to go into all those tents? There person promptly by name is a subtle Volcanic dust carried by the wind dier. These art- brought dow n to be fresh ly ornamented the day before Decoration arc only rebels in there.’ Laying his big, compliment, which many times may from the mountains of I’uy In All day. Certain of these little monuments generous hand on my shoulder he answer have a commercial value. —Housewife, vergne enriches the soil ot Limagne are placed unquestioningly aside, some ed in his quiet way: 'You must mean Con with phosphoric acid and potash, Ac- times with a whispered word of those who A proverb found in one form or an federates.* And I have mennt Confeder cording to M Nlvots, Inspector Gen would trim them. A widow takes one of ates ever since.” That is the true spirit other in every European or Asiatic these, bearing her husband's name. Two oral of Mines In France, It Is owing to of Decoration day. We should bury all language having a literature is ‘‘Fa thia natural fertilizer that the soil Is Itelong to her; but her son's she leaves, animosities, all hard feelings in the graves miliarity breed» contempt.” Its earl and glances about the vestibule. Miss so rich. A fleld at Gerzat. Clermont- of our dead soldiers. We should twine iest form is believed to be of the Sans Hannah, with sweet, sad face, goes to Ferrand, has yielded a tine crop of her and takes the other one. The two with the olive branch of peace, the wood krit. bine of fraternal love and the honor to the hemp IS years running without any women go out together to the side porch, brave compassed by the nasturtium. A lawyer in Danville, Ill., gave a manure. from which they can look across to the spurious decree of divorce to a frmale spot, under shading trees, where the two Asbestos. Bull linn and Appomattox. men lie. Others follow them, till all those client, and »he, believing it genuine, Asliestos Is found in nearly all parts monuments set aside have lss-n claimed, It is a fact not generally known that the married again. She has sued the lawl of the globe, but there Is probably no and a little apart from the gossip on the I everywhere flowers to be lavished, first and the last stand of the Confeder yer and recovered $5,000 damages. product of inorganic nature about porch a group of sad faced women sit in i stairs in the "f Infants’ room," are trays ates were made ou land owned by the which there la so much popular mys silence. Each twines the evergreens upon to be filled with the bouquets each child same man. A part of Bull Run battle Chronic toper» in New Zealand ar« tery. Th# principal claim for this re the little monument before her with ten Is to wear, and the large ones for the field was owned by Mr. McLean. After compelled to have their photograph« soldiers' graves. this famous battle he decided to more to der. stumbling fingers. The uame upon it I markable product Is that It cannot be Already, from every direction. line« of a locality where there would be less fear taken. These are distributed among her eyes cannot read, for the tears that consumed by fire. blind her. but It Is written on her heart. , vehicles are coming into the village from from the ravages of war. By a strange the saloonkeepers and they are heavily A man feels that he Is vindicated In am! on the “Boll of Our Honored Dead." I all the Uttle towns surrounding. The coincidence be to k up his abode at Appo fined if they sell liquor to them. For weeks before the ItOth of May plans band wagon Is brought out. and trimmed mattox. which aubseqneutly proved to be his claim that he Is a good father every A new adulterant of coffee is dough, tor the decorations were being made by , with flags. The eight white horses which I the final battlefield of the dvil war. time the baby cries to come to him. moulded in the shape of coffee i-og, * O, mother, no; It is useless; let us speak no more about It.” My mother stretched her plump, sniull hands towards tin* tire, her lin gers lavishly ornamented with rings, the coquetry of Indies In the ’GOB. "Janies,” said she, with her most dig nified countenance, “you are as stub born as your father. He, too, objected to marriage. He belonged to a club— the poor man -to the Bachelors' Club, and hud seriously sworn to remain faithful to its principles. But you, too, you will come to It.” “But, then. In my father's day, young girls were brought up more simply; they nspired no higher than to play the piano prettily, write correctly, and make a graceful courtesy. Then, on leaving school, young girls came Into their families with enough Instruction to understand the pages of a romance and follow a conversation, not enough to humiliate their parents, anil often their husbands. They were then really ‘home nngels.’ ” “You exhaust my patience, nnd I can't bear such prejudices. 'Home angels,’ indeed! As if one must l>e a fool or a nonentity to be domestic. A bright woman could never be satisfied with the role you assign her. If you had not wasted your thm* at college, you would not be so afraid of compari sons.” "You nre too severe---- ” “Do you pretend that Latin anil Greek are Incompatible with modesty, sweetness and domestic qualities In a woman?” “I mil certain of It!” “Very well, then; we will speak no more of marriage. You will accompany me to DesJardins, for you will meet the twin sisters, and you may Judge for yourself, since my experience Is uot worth your own.” Poor little mother! 1 knew she nnd her old friend, Mme. DesJardins, had plotted together against my bachelor hood, but a girl with the degree of B. A. was enough to frighten me Into It more securely than ever. When we arrived at Mme. DesJardins' she greeted me ns “little Jatues.” This exclamation upset me. I expected her to ask me If I had brought my marbles along, but Instead of that she presented me to her daugh ters. The twin sisters resembled each other only In their dress. Mlle. Martha was a very beautiful brunette a Greek goddess, with pure, straight features. Mlle. Rose was less Imposing, a sweet, pretty blonde. I was sure that In spite of her nineteen years she still played with dolls. She certainly was not the “learned young woman" my mother had proposed I should court; It must Is* the other one. There was dancing, and I offered my arm to Mlle. Rose. After a waits we chatted. She was witty nnd a little sharp, this meek look ing little blonde. I started a conversa tion on commonplace subjects, and In a short space of time I had Judged my companion to be a most charming lit tle woman, and it was with much re luctance I left her »Me. Blue eyes, blue gauze, smiling lips, and a cloud of golden hair were all min gled In my sleep that night. Why not the stately, statuesque, dark beauty my mother would so gladly welcome as a daughter? In another week I must again accom pany my mother to the wevkiy recep tion of Mine. DesJardins, and then they would come to my mother’s Friday "at home.” Thus twice a week I saw her, and naturally fell in love deeper and deep er. "Dear little Rose," thought I. “true home angel. What a wife she will be to make home bright nnd happy—for tome one!" A strange fear came over ma when 1 recalled many Instances A B A S T I N E |K0RAT!0N{)AT I 3^$ A VILLAGE A