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the heroes of a great conflict hung la
For the women of the Relief Corps,
who had marched up the street in the
rear of the men, had beggared the little
town of its glowing peonies, its heavy
headed snowballs, its pungent southern
wood, and starry syringas, and red honey
suckles, and the first white, scented catal-
pa branches to do honor to the occasion.
And here again, side by side, were the
two men, who, fast fettered by u child
hood and youth of friendship, had gone
forth to war together.
The services were over at last, and the
crowd in the church poured out into the
sunshine. Again fife and drum made mar
tial music. The brief journey to the
iHv «U* WHS rbu No WRpHq ,fAT*»* • Í Hl Cffi'jgfc»
' cemetery was begun. It was here, after
the stiff wreaths and crosses which the
women had brought from the church were
duly distributed ami speeches made by
Jril Thigh, dear, vibrant note, some of the old’ soldiers, that John Har
striking through the silence like a riston first caught a glimpse of the young
man who had come late into church. lie
sword of sound!
Ilarrowsby. stared in astonishment—strode towards
“They’re starting up. That’s Kipperton’s him.
“What has brought you back?” he de
fife. He’s going to play ‘Columbia.’ ”
“No,” decided old McClelland, “lie’s manded.
“A row,” replied his son. “I’d a tight
just a-tunin’ up. I don’t remember to
have ever seen so many folks coinin’ into with one of the fellows at college, I WÜ8
town. Jest look at that Kansas hill, an’ in the right, but I did him lip a bit worse
along by the railroad track. Like as not than I meant to. I thought I’d better
they’ll be full fifteen hundred at the come home until it blew over.”
The old man choked with rage.
“And it’s for this—for this—I’ve
“Sure! They’ve got the flag strung
for you, and slaved for you, and all but
acrost the street. It’s gittin’ wore.”
“It oughtn’t to. It ain’t out but Deco starved myself for you. IIow—” he was
ration day an’ Fourth of July. But the choking in his wrath—“how dare you?”
“I dare a good deal—sometimes.”
w'inds is hard on it.”
Just then a girl brushed by them. Her
It was a fair day—a fine duly. A day
fit for the Hag to float high, for piusic to gown caught on the point of a stone. She
resound, for prayers to arise, for the loyal stumbled. Involuntarily Mark Harriston
Jiving to honor the valiant dead. A day extended his hand to aid her. She shot
of blue and gold—of soft breezes that him a swift glance. In that look was
claimed no kluship with tierce midsummer recognition and a certain startled, pleased
winds. Kain had fallen in the night, and surprise. Then she had passed on, and
even yet upon the roadside grass it glit Mark Harriston stood hat in hand staring
tered, a delicate, brilliant web, fine as after her.
Jace upon a Indy’s gown.
“Do you know who that is?”
“It’s Edward Thorn’s daughter,” said
“There’s John Barriston gittin’ out of
his old buggy,” commented Ilarrowsby. John Harriston slowly. The hoarse voice
“I wonder he ain’t ashamed to own such shook over the words. “You must never
a lookin’ trap, with all the money he’s hold word with him or his, or----- ” He
lifted his great rough hand to the dazzling
“Y oh , an’ here comes Thorn’s carriage sky, with a mighty oath, “or else you go
from the other way. Thorn’s the only your way, penniless and poor, save for my
farmer around here that keeps one. I curse!”
“That’s unfair!” flamed Mark Barris-
don’t say lie ain’t right to git some com
fort out'n his life.”
ton. The old man’s blood spoke then,
The Thorn surrey rolled down
th ■ “It’s unjust! You read the Bible— and
street. On the front seat sat a heavily you hate your brother. Tell me why!' i»»
built, auburn liearded man. Beside him
But the passion of his father had spent
was a w hite-bloused boy. On the back itself for the time. He looked suddenly
seat was a pleasant faced woman, and gray and stricken. He turned and walk
beside her a slender young girl, white ed unsteadily away to where the close,
clad from her head to her feet.
sharp spike's of an iron railing kept jeal
Mr. McClelland shook his head. “They ous guard over the narrow mound it in
spend t<>«> much. They’ll wind up in the closed. All other boundaries in that sunny
little city were of wood, but these John
“Oh, I guess not.” laughed Ilarrowsby. Harriston had deemed too frail to keep
“Any one who picks up Ed Thorn for a the world apart from her the one woman
fool is goin’ to drop him mighty quick. of his love, whose life had been a brief
He can afford to spend some. Of course and unsuspected tragedy.
Barriston is wutli as much again.”
“Poor father!” The young fellow’, look
“Don’t look like it!” clicked out the ing after the lean old figure—seeing the
gnarled fingers clutched hard around the
It didn’t look like it. One would never iron spike on top of the railing, felt a
have imagined the gaunt old creature, fierce ache in hit throat. He turned
fumbling over his broken rope harries.« .it went away.
the Ride of his ramshackle vehicle, the
When Mark Barriston—straight as a
possessor of more worldly wealth thin Norway spruce and good to look upon
the prosperous appearing man driving by striding home in the sunset li.Sit, came
nt ease with his handsome family. One upon thi» wrecked carriage of Edward
likeness, however, in common they had. Thorn, he was hardly surprised only
Both wore the army blue.
most absurdly elated. Obviously, he could
“They’re both good haters,” went on not pass on. He might not take the w hol
the speaker. “Them two men come to ly disinterested credit accruing to the
this country pretty soon after we did. stray Samaritan, but mere courtesy de
One of ’em must be here nigh on to thirty manded that aid be offered. And since
years, an’ they’ve never spoke a word to Mark Harriston had been away at col
each other in all that time, From the lege he had learned a lesson which prairie
same town back East. I’ve licerti, an’ people an* slow to appreciate—that while
fit in th«* war together—same reg’ment
kindliness, however gruff and sullen, is
good, courti^uis kindliness is infinitely to
Mr. McClelland nodded. “I
be preferred. And so he uncovered to the
Thorns come several years after. An' to Indies in the carriage with a grace that
think of them two eat in' the same dinner, was pleasing as novel to the farmer folk,
an’ drivin’ to the same funerals, walkin' and offered his services. And when he
in the same Fourth of July procession, or had gone to the nearest farm house for
like now in this here Memorial day pa rope, ami had helped to splice the pole,
rade—even havin’ the same politics, an’ and till was once more In readiness for the
never a« much as a civil word between i homeward drive, he would have turned
’em. I wonder what caused it.”
away but that Edward Thorn, putting
“A woman. I’ve heerd said.”
out his hand with a word of thanks, de
“The town’s tillin’ fast.”
It was filling up fast. On every road
“Thank you much, Mr.—Mr.—you are
leading down into the peaceful valley a stranger hereabouts, I judge?”
trickled peoph* on foot, on horseback, in
“My name is Mark Harriston.”
buggies, and in wagons. There were burly
“Mark—Barris -O!” He leaned more
farmer«, greeting neighbors, talking of heavily over the side of his surrey. Tjviee
crops and weather. There were women the lips set in the blonde beard opened—
with children in their tired arms and twice closed without speech. His eager
clinging to their gowns, some alert, more look dwelt hard on the boyish face up
stolid, but almost all in their appearance lifted in the mellowing light. “I might
of premature age and weariness, giving have known.” ho muttered. And then
evidence of overwork ami latent depres he said slowly: “Iler eye»— you have your
The (¡rand Army hall was only the up
“My mother!” echoed Mark.
per floor of an abandoned and dilapidated knew her—you knew-my mother?”
building, list'd as a furniture shop before
“Well, my boy. “Better,” he said, and
the town boom had burst. But the men mi low his voice now hr might have been
who came down the rickety step« scaling communing with himself, “better than
the outer wall were the units who made any one else!”
the magnet of attraction. These men
There was silence. A chill stole up
formed in line on the broad strip of the from the draw below.
A gopher ran
street. Intervening between their occa across the road, frightruing the horse
sional quarters ami the livery barn. Th«* which had broken the pole. An anxious
stirring notes of th«» life rang out, ami voice spoke from the rear seat.
th«* beating of a drum throbbed upon the
“It is late, Edward. We’d better go
“Yrs— yrs. Well.” to Mark. “I’m glad
The blur dad rank« formed. There was
the bent old body, the square, firm fave to have seen you. I suppose,” with some
and th«* floating white hair of the father. hesitation. “I can’t ask you to come to
Betide him tramped his son «pare, sin our house?”
“I’m afraid not. sir.”
ewy, upright, but perceptibly lame in one
Hr moved a step backward. The elder
leg th«* leg which had l>een prrsente.l at
Khiloli w ith a much priied bullet. And man sighed a wistful *igh It «minded.
When Mark reached home hr found hl«
one was pounding, and one was blowing,
father sitting rcad ng by lamplight. The
each with vigor and enthusiasm.
lip the main street they marched» |»er- book was the Bible, his only literary pos
haps two «c« *♦* veterans in ull. the colors session. The deep cut lines of the old
country ami their post ahead, the faro «♦'rtned deeper, the stern mouth more
mw isle rising bravely in their midst. And. inflexible. the kern old ryes mon» relent
sale by side, as
1 it chanced, in the pnrad* le««lr |M’nrtrating.
“Tell me alwuit your quarrel. lad.” hr
were th«* two » men between whom for • >
many years a bitter grudge had lain nn- m H.
Mark told him. not sparing the ether
buried John Barriston and Edward
man. but equally outspoken in reward
to his part in the affair. There w aa a
and th«* wooden chtirvh which r«»se from a long silence when he had finished.
“Well?” he asked at length.
avreep of rocky S(»il. Horse« ami buggie«
”‘An eye for an eye.*” said the hard
were hitched all along th«» rough fence
The foreground wan crow«ied with p<M»ple old voice. “ *A tooth for a tooth.* You’d
waiting to aee the veteran« t>a*s In. then better take that north farm. Try It until
there were prayer» and hymns and ad fall. You can go hack to college then.
dresses. The latter were deliver««! from The man there nerds looking after.”
behind the dividing rail where pictures of | “I hate farming.”
before the old Grand Army (Tall merge
In a close, black phalanx. He could aee
the farm wagon, piling down, a, he had |
eeeu them often before. He even fancied '
he could bear Kipperton tuning up hia
life and aee the old man handing his hat FLOCKS SHOULD HAVE A HOME
OF THEIR OWN.
to a bystander to be cared for until the
drum "was made go like she ought.” A
sense of serenity came over him as he
looked down and away, one hand grip A Large Number of the Hirds May
Be Kept in One House if It Ie Ar
ping the iron railing.
Mark Barriston. turning his team into
ranged in the Proper Manner—Cat,
the livery barn, looked around at sound
of his name to bud Edward Thorn at his
Cats are too fond of pigeons to be
"How's your father? Where is he?”
“Up there.” He motioned towards the permitted to get anywhere near them,
and lu the urrangemeut of a house for
“Perhaps,” dryly; “but a man miifci billside.
Thorn turned past the hotel, the lum these birds care Is to be taken that
work with hia head or his'hands, It isn't
»» ber yard, and the little lumber office. '
every one who gets the chance to choose.
these anlinals cannot disturb them.
The following day Mark Harriston un Around the sweep by the railroad track, For a small flock a small house may
packed his books and set himself to study across the lines, up the hill opposite—on be made round or with eight sides,
But how might one study he went. Through 'the gateway on the and with three or four floors. Each
books when day by day nature turned right—and across the worn path to where
side will have a door for the pigeons
over a fresher and still more enchanting by the quadrangular iron railing a man
to enter, and this bouse is set on a
page of her own inimitable volume? But, sat with bowed bead.
pole firmly placed in the ground and
it was not wholly the (harms of nature
It was the old name that leaped to hia eight feet high or so, and liaving two
which made Mark Barriston change his
cross bars safely fitted to it so that a
mind about accepting a temporary resi lips. The other looked up.
“Ned!” He rose trembling to his feet. ladder may be used to get up to the
dence on the farm in the North belonging
“Let’s talk it over. Jack. I never meant house. This will do for a dozen birds,
to his father. It was quite casually he
learned that this farm which his father to do so. I thought she—she might not half males and half females, for pig
had but lately purchased was near an wish it. But I think she’d rather we eons pair, ami each pair must have its
other belonging to and occupied by Ed would, than that our children—yours and
For larger flocks a house may be
“Yours and mine!" Then the old Bar-
He told himself ho would not attempt
to see Delila, but it must be admitted it ristou vindictiveness came back in all its
was a little difficult to avoid doing so strength.
“Mine shall not suffer. Why should I
when he was obliged to pass her home
every time he went to or returned from care for yours? You know what you did,
town. The romance was an innocent one, I Edward Thorn. Played fast and loose
and as sweet as it was innocent. Ham w ith the woman you loved—the woman I ■
bies along the creek- a search for the loved!”
"I don’t know wbat you mean,” said
latest flowers- the steadying clasp of a
hand in abrupt descent or ascent—the Edward Thorn.
1’11 tell you then.” He was trembling j
discovery of mutual tastes—snatches of
song—the flutter of her sash ribbon still, but his grip on the railing helped
against his hand—silences embarrassing to support him. “The day we marched ;
forth to fight you told me Annie lister
EXTunion or riGEox noves.
but delicious, and—that was all.
Only Edward Thorn used to remark to had promised to be your wife when you made on the top of a barn, and if tlie
his wife that really that girl was growing came back. You knew how I loved her
barn lias a cupola on top of it, this is
too pretty to be useful, and the man on ----- ”
“I.oved her then?” Thorn’s voice was the very thing. Twenty, or even forty
John Barriston’s north farm averred he
pigeons may be kept in such a place,
“never seen that kind of a farmer afore.” a husky whisper. “No—no!”
Barriston stared at him a moment. but it will be necessary to have a trap
It was he who blunderingly precipitated
the climax of the situation, He had rid- Then he went on.
door at the bottom which must be care
“That’s all right. It doesn't really mat- j fully closed every time the house Is
den over to John Barriston’s relative to a
shipment of cattle.
left, after having been visited.
“You’d better go through to Chi (’ago how you acted down there in Virginia. |
But larger flocks may have to be
with the stock, Dan,” his master said,
for, and a small flock will
“My son can attend to things until you
own name, but upon that of the woman soon become a large one, for although
get back. **
‘ He can, if he takes time enough from who has been rash enough to promise to these birds have only two young ones
in the nest, yet they will nest several
pickin’ posies with Delila Thorn.”
“Yes,” Thorn said slowly. “Yes, I did times In the year, and the young ones
“What!” screamed John Harriston.
all you say—more. I was young. I’m soon go to keeping house for them
“I didn’t think, sir!” Dan had shambled not urging this in extenuation. But----- ” selves.
“I forgot the bad blood he paused, fumbling in his breast pocket,
and extracting one yellow slip from a I A large number of pigeons may be
at ween----- ”
kept iu one house if it is arranged in a
“Saddle my horse ■quick! This niin- package. "I wish you'd look at this. It I
proper manner. And pigeons if left to
was after I had got this that I--- Hold
themselves will soon bring their owner
Five minutes later he was riding north on! Have you finished?”
“Not quite. Then you went home—you ' into trouble, for they are apt to go on
at breakneck speed.
Mark chanced to meet Delila at the remember? I staid away. 1 couldn’t go to neighbors' newly sown fields, and
gather up the seed with lilueh indus
abandoned bridge down by the walnut I back and see Annie and you----- ”
"Well, what then?”
grove, when his father came tearing
try. This, however, is easily prevent
“Then—Jack! Do you think I’m imbe- 1
along. But when that father dropped
ed, for these birds love to stay about
from his sweating horse, so shaken was
their home, and if they are regularly
he by passion—so racked by rage—he J her—flung her over as heartlessly as a I
man flings aside the woman who has lov- i fed they will not wander away after
could not utter one syllable.
“What—what is the matter?” Delila e.l him. There is no comparison to be ' food. But if it is thought that the
turned appealingly to Mark.
She had made. The whole town was talking of home fields may be Injured by the
never been told of the enmity betw^n the your conduct when I returned. But you birds, it may be said that where pig
had gone. You coward!”
eons have had full opportunity to run
Edward Thorn took one step—then over wheat or oat fields (or peas, of
“Never mind—now. (Io home,” he said
stood quite still.
which they are extremely fond), yet
in the tone of authority no man dare use
“Will you listen now?" he asked. “I
except to one woman, and she that' one
did lore Annie—yes. And I did many the seed they eat is well spent on them,
to whom he is most madly enslaved, most
things I am ashamed of in those old army for as a rule the thinning of the seed
w illingly subservient—she who holds his
days—that is true. But that I ever of will increase the crop, so that the yield
life in her lingers as one may hold a rose.
my own accord broke faith with Annie— at harvest time is often much larger
“Stop!” cried John Barriston.
no, John Barriston—no!”
than it would have been but for the
He burst out into a storm of abuse of
Barriston laughed—a harsh laugh.
pigeons thinning out the seed. If the
his son—her father—herself! There was
“Go on!” he said.
pigeon house Is kept at the barn, or on
no stemming the tide of his fury. It
"Perhaps.” Thorn rejoined, "if would
it. the birds will not wander away to
came down in a sweeping Hood—a parti be better If you were to rend this first.”
ally incoherent fury, it is true, but none
He held the slip of paper toward him. the fields, unless to one qhlte close to
the less overwhelming resistless. Once Harriston unfolded it—read it.
them. A house large enough for a
Mark strove to speak—twice. In vain.
N'cd, dear, forgive me. You will, I know. hundred pigeons Is shown in tlie draw
Suddenly he turned —held out his hands I did encourage you- yes. I did let yon ings. both the outside and Inside of It.
to the girl. He had never spoken one | speak. I was even so wicked as to answer
The house Is ten by eight feet and the
word of love to her. He spoke none now. you as you wished. But I didn't care for you
1 hirve never eared for you—In that way. walls are eight feet high. The ar
But there was that in his eyes which no —
I onlv did so to make Jack Barriston under
woman needs words to interpret— a look stand that he—<>. I don't know what I want rangement of the inside is shown lu
him to understand! Anyhow, lie never figure 2. The nest boxes are placed
that was at once a surrender and a de
spoke. And now that the war Is nearly over
and you are coming back yon must give me
The old man saw the gesture—saw the ip. I can't give you up. because illy father
look. A silence fell upon him. Indee«l. well, yon know how stern he Is and how he
there was no sound betwixt earth and tins set Ills heart upon our marriage. But
I tit afraid to oppose hint- and I'll marry no
sky just then save his heavy breathing.
men wgille Jack lives—so pretend that you
Mark put his arm around Delila. dYew wouldn't have me. <>. do. Ned. And after
her to him. And he faced his father, not aw'gle. perhaps. Jack —but, uo—be doesn't
irreverently, but fearlessly.
It was a long time before either spoke
'“She has done you no wrong, father!”
The procession had left the
fie cried, “she—nor I. You said you would
church, and one could trace its sinuous
curse me. If you must—curse us! We
progress through the town. In silence
can be-ar it better for sharing it!”
I Barriston handed back the letter.
Again, as that day in the cemetery on
“I wish yen had knowu it always,
the hill, John Barriston lifted his hand Jack," murmured Thorn.
"The pride of a woman.” muttered Bar-
A little, fluttering cry broke from the
“The stupidity of a man." said Thorn.
“Papa—here is papa!”
I There was the roll of vehicles up the
And there, iudeed, stood Edward hill -the tramp of feet. The veterans
tiled in the gate. The little doctor came on shelves fastened to the sides of the
He saw the young people. He saw the forward in all his gay regalia. Delila house, and a roosting platform is made
gaunt old form towering before them, lie Thorn knelt beside Barriston.
in front of the shelves. The shelves are
saw the hand uplifted iu wordless male ■ She comprehended the broken sounds he
supported by props, and tlie little doors
on the outside open on to them. There
They heard one wild word saw Mark
“The letter—with you? Yes—you shall
Is a box In the house in which food
Barriston spring forward. Then the old have it always.”
man, tottering down, was caught in the
The band played on. The doctor put a is kept for use in stormy weather when
strong arms of his son and lowered to professional forefinger on the pulse of the birds do not wish to go out.
the ground. His face was purple, Hi« the prostrate man. ITe rose—spoke. He
To get a good view of the inside of
teeth were clinched. There was a foam could not make himself heard.
the house, bend one hand so as to make
on his lips.
1 "Men of the Grand Army of the Repnb- a short of tube to look through, and
Although Barriston was borne at once llc." he essayed again. "Your comrade—
use one eye only, shutting the other.
to his son’s bed, although the physician John Barriston."
drove over in hot haste, and all was done I The music swelled aloft, martial, tri Tills makes the perspective very plain,
that could be done, it was many month« umphant. But John Barriston did not and shows Just how the house would
before a gleam of consciousness irradiat hear.
look If one were in it.
ed his countenance—before he gated in
Of course these birds, like ail others,
telligently into the faces which came and
The Grave in My Heart.
must l>e kept very clean, and the house
went nt his bedside. Delila was sitting They are covering the graves of our heroes should lie swept aud sanded twice a
with him one radiant January day. Her
With the loveliest flowers they can bring, i week. It will be the least trouble to do
right hand held a book. She felt a touch Ami the tender memories mingle
it every day, when a few minutes will
With the fragrant blossoms of spring.
upou the left w hich rested on bis coverlid For
the grave, belong to the nation;
suffice to do the work. The floor should
—a caressing touch.
She claims ami makes them knowu
be sanded after every sweeping, and
“A pretty hand,” she heard a voice Ami she counts among her heroe,
tie who on. e was mine alone.
murmur. “Annie had pretty hands. An
the nests should be dusted with a mix
Yes. they cover the graves of th* brav,
nie----- ” The murmurous sound trailed I
ture of sand and fine gravel, wood ash
off into silence. And he slept.
i With tender and reverent hand.
es and sulphur. There will be no trou
In March John Barriston was move! And the low and mournful mnslc
ble with vermin if thorough cleanliness
Steals soft forth o'er the land.
back to his old home. He was wasted, They
cover the graves of our .soldiers.
is observed and above all things the
frail, patient to the point of pathos, lie
Each one In his place apart;
sweepings of the house should be dis
heard all his son had to say on business Thev cover the graves w l h the flowers—
What shall cover the grave In my heart?
posed of safely in the barnyard or
matters, gave replies that were clear and
away from the house, for there is noth
logical, but left to Mark every arrange
Th- faith In his wisdom and klndnera,
ment—every decisioa. In April, when the
ing more likely to harltor lice or fleas
The knowledge of Infinite love.
lilac trees in the front garden were pur The trust In the hand that gul.letb.
and supply a breeding-place for them,
The c .mfon that comes from above.
ple and fragrant, he went out for the tir«t
than the sweeping» of the house.
memory of .lays he was with me
time. Mark drove him. Neither spoke The
Ere the pulse of my heart seemed stilled, I The nest (sixes are each four feet
of the winter passed—nor of what bid The treasure that heaven now noldetb
long, nine inches wide, six Indies high
Because of his law fulfilled —
led up to his seiuiro. In May be was
tn the front, and ten inches In the rear.
ab e to sit out on th«» front porch hia one These bl-.s-oni« shall sweeten and hallow.
With their «Pent «ubato art.
They are divided by partitions Into Ove
l»< ok on his knee. Ou the morning of And heap tin their blessed comfort;
I leeorati' »n day Mark waa nurprined to
apartments, each having a separate en
They shall cover the grave In my heart.
find him up early and drested in h'.a old
trance. which is four and a half Inches
Inventions flint have been patented high, and three wide. The picture
“Why. father,” he cried, “yon can’t In the United States for not more than shows only one side of the house, the
think of going in to the ('cremonles.”
Not into the hal! nor to the church — one year may also l»e patented In Can other side is fitted in precisely the same
no. But you can drive me up on the hill« ada. A patent will l>e refused in Can way. and the ends may be occupied by
ada If the United States patent la mor», nests as the stock increases. The two
and I’ll wait there until they come.”
sides will hold fifty nests, and ifNlie
Jehu Barriston could see the black dou thau one year old.
HOUSE FOR PIGEONS.
ends of the house and the gables ar«
furnished in the same way a hundred
and fifty pigeons may be kept In a
house of this size.
Pigeons should be fed four times a
day if they are expected to stay at
home. If not fed they will wander a
long distance, staying away the great
er part of the day, and returning at
night to their homes. There is very
little trouble and quite a satisfactory
profit in rearing them, for there is al
ways a demand for them In the poul
try markets and at the country hotels
and boarding houses, so that while
much pleasure and amusement may bo
enjoyed, quite a little money may l>e
made ns well. But we may be sure
that this result will not happen unless
the right attention Is given, and this
Include« regular feeding, and watering,
the right kind of food, especial cleanli
ness In tlie house, and protection fro:»
cats and winged enemies.
Señora Abreu.Is Rich,Charming, Dem
ocratic and a Widow.
Senor Rosa Altrue is the richest and
prol ably tlie most l eaut ful woman iu
iu Uncle Sam's new possess ous. She
is the queen of Cuba society and is a
“Cui a llbre” demo, rat from ti e crown
of her head to tlie tip of iter pearl-en
crusted slipper. Ami she is it widow.
She is possessed of a plantati n »uir
Havana covering an area of 2(>,<M:0
acres under perfect cultivation devo'-
ed to coffee growing. Iler income, as
may lie imagined, is enormous. During
the Cuban-Spanish war l;er plantation
was idle, most of her 500 workmen
having gone to the front. But the
patriotic beauty paid every one h s
wages—all for the good of iter coun
try’s cause. Tills charming woman
lives in a magnificent mansion tit
Cerro, a pretty little suburb of Ha
vana. Her drawing-rooms are noted
for their splendor and exclusiveness,
and officers of the army and navy vlo
with one another for her favor. But as
yet she is heait whole, aud, it is freely
SEÑORA UOSA ABtlEtr.
said, she is by no means unwilling to •
change her cond tlon in life when she
can find a man who will reaiize her
id til. She is especially fond of Amer
icans because, site says, Americans ’
"can achieve great deeds,” while
Cubans ami Spaniards can only sigh
and play upon a mandolin or guitar.
He Believes in Horse Son«e.
"Experience lias convinced me tlial
there is such a thing us horse sense,"
said a veterinary surgeon who lias a
shop on tlie South Side. “A friend of
mine had a beautiful chestnut driving
mare tlint was subject to severe spells
of colic. About a year ago she got very
sick and Jones, tilt1 owner, brought her
over here for treatment. I eared for
her. an‘l 8*ie seemed as grateful as a
human being might, rubbing her uose
against my coat sleeve, and showing
her affection in her dumb way.
"One day about six months ago up
she catne to tlie door of the shop, moan
ing anil evidently suffering acutely. I
treated tier again and she got lietter.
1 found out afterward that there was
no one nt her home stable that day and
that she had worked tlie halter off aud
han set out to find the doctor.”
“Curious circumstance,” said the man
who had beard the story.
But that’s not all of It," said the
doctor. "Three days ago I came down
to my office In the morning about 9
o'clock. There lay the chestnut mare
in front of the door—dead. She had
been tnken sick, and had made her way
as before to the shop in the night, and
found nobody there to give her medi
cines, and she had died. Now, if this
story isn't proof that a horse can reason
I would like to hear something to beat
it!”—Chicago Inter Ocean.
Wanted God to Hear Both Sides.
The family were at their devotions
the other morning in the home of a
West End clergyman. Master G-year-
old thought his papa's prayer was rath
er long when breakfast was waiting,
and he undertook to beat a quiet re
treat to the kitchen. Suddenly there
was a crash, and a table with its con
tents fell to tlie floor with the young
deserter from the family altar beneath
it. Prayers were interrupted temporall- '
ly, and when they were resumed the
father prayed for tlie naughty boy. A
short time later the lad’s mamma found
him in a closet upstairs. He was sob
"Oh, mamma!" he exclaimed Indic-*
nantly. “papa tells God of all the bad
things I do. but never tells Him a word
about the good that's In me.’’—Clever
land ria in Dealer.
fimokin • hv Boys.
The Japanese House of Representa
tives bas passed a proposal to prohibit
boys below the age of 20 from smoking.
When a man Is on his boneytnoou trij>
otl er tn> n a.e ptizslid »• to what bo
w aid appreciate in their effort» to go»
h m a £ od t me.