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1a the heroes of a great conflict hung la State. 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 T?_5? A,t,<! 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! “There!” cried Jack 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. grove.” “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 got.” 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, i 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 poor house!” 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 undertaker. 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 same comp’ny!” 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.” tained him. 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 sion. mother’s eyres!” The (¡rand Army hall was only the up “My mother!” echoed Mark. “You 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 air. on.” “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 of their I 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 Thorn. to his part in the affair. There w aa a The summit 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.” 1 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. 1 to a bystander to be cared for until the >1 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 Their Foe. of his name to bud Edward Thorn at his elbow. 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, furiously. 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 "Jack!” 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 own nest. mine—shotdd suffer.” ward Thorn. 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 ter what you say now. But you know 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 The disgraceful scrapes you got into — the | with the stock, Dan,” his master said, provided for, and a small flock will dishonor you brought not only upon your “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 marry you!” 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 “What!” “I didn’t think, sir!” Dan had shambled not urging this in extenuation. But----- ” selves. up aghast. “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 ute! Quick! 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 I cile — or delirious yet? Then you jilted | 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 houses. 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 ed 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 mand. 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 ¡cure----- ANNIE. irreverently, but fearlessly. It was a long time before either spoke '“She has done you no wrong, father!” again. 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. «loft. "The pride of a woman.” muttered Bar- A little, fluttering cry broke from the ■ riston. girl. “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 Thorn. 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 diction. made, 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 ones 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 uniform. 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. Hi Ro*« rRtrlMlowq to ritT — $ jj 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. A CUBAN BSAUTY. 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 bing bitterly. "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.