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STRANGE THINGS WASHINGTON WOULD SEE IF HE WERE ALIVE 1O-DAY. FOR YOU. For you, dear heart, the light— God’s smile, where'er you be, And it tie will—the night, Only the uight for me! PARENTS OF GROWING GIRLS WILL APPRECIATE IT. For you Love's own dear laud Of roses, fair aud free; And if you will—no baud To give a rose to tue. The Story la Told by a Father Who la Grateful for Hi« Daughter's Recovery. For you Love's dearest bilfS In all the years to be; And if you will uo kiss Of any love for me. Thankful to know you blest. When God your brow adorns With the sweet roses of His rest, I thank Him for the, thorns! —Atlanta Constitution. Hl! entered the dining room of ajjthe fashionable hotel, exhaling the subtle odor of violets. She was daintily attired in an azure gown of flinty silken texture, over which masses of soft white lace were artis tically arranged. Every eye was upon her as she quietly gilded to her place at one of the tablys reserved for regu lar boarders. Those of a romantic na ture might have Imagined the face of an angel appearing through white clouds flouting over a sea of bright blue sky. There was not the slightest doubt that upon the faces of the men there were expressions of admiration. The big husband by whose side she sat made no effort to conceal the fact that this exquisite piece of femininity—who had lieen his wife for ten years—was still the object of bis ardent and ever Increasing worship. As he deferential ly bent Ills head to her In reply to some slight request, the big woman sitting just opposite glanced reprovingly at her own husband, ns If to say, "Mr. Leslie Is a model husband. If you were only like him!” But the expres ■Ion of reproach was Immediately suc ceeded by a frown of Indignation as she noted that Mr. Leslie's chivalry was quite lost upon her mate, as he was evidently absorbed in the vision of beauty nt Mr. Leslie's side. The vision was only talking common place; but with such a gejilus—or was it magnetism?—that every one seemed helpless under its influence, although the women present were evidently not quite In harmony with the situation nor the fragile looking woman of thlr ty with the child's face. In spite of this antagonistic undercurrent they were, however, almost as Irresistibly attracted as were the tnen. Women are usually more analytical than are men, and mentally dissected Mrs. Les lie, although they Inwardly rebelled that she possessed the power to claim a second thought. When discussing her together they denominated her “a silly chit.” "doll face,” "simpleton,” “know nothing,” and so on. They never ad mltted her attract'ons, but openly won dered what there was In Mrs. Leslie that all the tnen went wild over. If she dhl have one grain of sense they aver red to the contrary she certainly pos Messed llttb 4 lllcallon. and would of ten make the most astonishing blun ders. Yet she always hold a crowd of male admirers around her. while the intel leetual women who could talk politics, literature, science or art, were quite neglected If she wore present. She was no coquette, however, and In spite of much Jealous watching was never discovered to be guilty of a moral In discretion. The women were Jealous of her. The men enjoyed her Itecause they were not Jealous. She always seemed unconscious of cither admiration or censure, and though she had the most exquisite taste In dress, there was no apparent vanity In her nature. To-day. in spite of certain whispered comments and glances of disapproval she Innocently chattered on. her delicate, childlike face flushing prettily at times, al though she could not. as Mrs. Adams said, "talk fifteen consecutive minutes without displaying the most egregious Ignorance even upon ordinary sulv Jects." Yet the men always Ignored her mistakes, .lust now she caught the word “tariff” from a conversation be tween Miss Adams and Mrs. Smith, and she quietly Interrupted In bird like tones: “Oh, tins that bill passed? Let's see, what was It called?" One of the ladles giggled audibly as Mr. Smith gallantly replied: "Oh. yes; the Dingley bill, you men n ?" “Yes. that's It. Who Introduced It?” A smile from the women, and the po lite ami quiet reply: “Mr Dingley Introduced It; It Is nam ed for him.” "Ah. Is that so? llow nice! Mr. Dingley I" *“ Kngllshman; I remem her now!” “Fool!" whl«fM>red Miss Adams, while Mrs. Smith applied her handkerchief quickly to her mouth and feigned a cough, although she knew her ruse was deteetetl by the look of scorn Mr. El Ils gave her as Mr. Smith again made courteous reply, and then, with charm ing tact, changed the subject to one mor»adapted to Mrs. Leslie's capacity. ; That night, when the guests were as sembled u | hui the commodious hotel porch, fhe men. as usual, forming a cir cle around Mrs. I .«"»lie. the women thus Isolated discussed more satirically than ever “the siren" and her charac teristics. One declared she was not only brainless hut soulless. Incapable of any great and nol>le thought or ac- ! IN INTERESTING USE. About 100 years ago a queer-looking craft was seen coming down the Ohio river. It consisted of two canoes, with a crew of one mail, who said, on land ing, that his name was Chapman and his cargo was appleseeds. Whenever he came to an attractive, open site along the Ohio or its northern tributaries, he planted his seeds in orderly lines, and fenced in the place with brush. He soon hail hundreds of little uurs -ries all over Ohio, and he returned year after year to tend aud prune them. N -w settlers found whole orchards await ing them, and the trees were carried inland and sold for a bit of clothing or given away outright The young planter went barefoot in summer, but he made rude sandals for himself in winter, an 1 wore broad-brimmed hats made of pasteboard to keep the suu from his eyes. “Johnny Appleseed,” as he soon came to be cnlled. never carried a weapon, never took the life of any dumb thing, b ,re great physical pain without flinching and was trusted nnd beloved by Indians and white men alike. He was a de vout Swedenborgian, and if our belief be true that we are surrounded by the good or evil spirits our behavior invites, surely “this gentle, loving, helpful, half crazed man walked daily with the angels of God.” Times ar.d places are very potent in connecting widely separated and incon gruous events. A monument has just been erected to Appleseed’s memory in Mansfield, Ohio, in the beautiful perk given to that city by the late Hon. John Sherman. Yet Appleseed was born before the existence of the United States which Sherman served so faithfully for nearly fifty years, and the cenotaph of the one and the fresh grave of the other lie almost on the very spot of one of the famous apple orchards of early territorial Ohio.—Youth’s Companion. “Yes, Indeed, rny dears.” said Miss Adams, “and Mr. Smith Informed me only yesterday that she gave a fellow such noble aspirations!” A merry laugh rang out at Mrs. Smith’s expense, but ere she could re tort, the firebell clanged loudly, fol lowed Immediately by the heavy roll of the engines over the paved streets, and the cry of “Fire! Fire!” from In numerable voices. A wild, lurid glare lit up the town op posite the hotel, anil with one accord, and many exclamations, the group up on the porch Joined the eager, rushing crowd moving In the direction of the conflagration. Cries of “Where Is It?” and only Indistinct replies from the distance reached the hotel group, as, keeping as closely together as possible, they were pressed onward with the ever Increasing throng, until, when some five blocks distant, the thick smoke from the burning building made them gasp for breath, while Mr. Ellis, with Mrs. Leslie In front, shouted back: “The whole Weldon tenement is ablaze! Hurry up, men. and help to get those people out!” A quicker Impulse forward nnd a nervous shriek from Mrs. Leslie caus ed the other ladies of the party, re gardless of the excitement of the oc casion. to utter again critical and dis paraging remarks, such as, "Better have stayed at home, the baby! That violet odor sickens me in this deuse smoke.” “Where Is her husband? I wonder." , "Left for Frankfort to-night," came the reply. “Should think----- " But here their conversation was stop ped by the tumult around them, and they were now ns near the conflagra tion ns the women dared to go. and speechless they watched the brave fire men as they directed the hose on that portion of the building which remain ed standing. More than half had al ready fallen, and the occupants were crying ami moaning, half crazed with grief nt the loss of their household goods. The tidings that all the In- mates were saved caused a shout of joy to go up from the crowd, when suddenly, from an upper corner win dow, a baby form appeared a wee girl figure- scarcely three years old! She was blackened by soot and smoke, and was sobbing and calling, "Mamma! Mamma!" " "Tis Tilly Brown's baby!" shouted one of the rescued tenants. "She's gone out washing nnd she ain't come home yet. My God! What will she do?” "Save the baby!" “Save the baby!” shouted the frantic crowd, and the firemen sprang to their work with re newed energy, but all In vain. Five brave men. In as many seconds, were almost killed In the attempt to reach the apparently doomed amt helpless child. Still It cried on. Its calls for “Mamma" growing pitifully wixik. The shouts of the multitude became louder and hoarser. Women cried, and some fnlnted nnd were borne away. The group of women from the hotel were sobbing hysterically, their mother love touched. But they never reallaM the moment when a blue and white robed) figure sped swiftly from them; nor did they guess there wns one less of their number until, simultaneously with a I glad cheer from the crowd, the form of Mrs. laxslle for one brief Instant ap-1 peared at the open window as she snatched the child up In her arms. I burying Its face upon her shoulder, and | enveloping Its head In the ends of the, long white scarf she had hastily thrown alsmt her head. They «aw her. rapidly disappear In a cloud of smoke ! and flame as a stillness like that of tlon. "But." res|H»nde<! Mrs. Smith In sar death fell on the astonished people. ) castic tones. Imitative of Mr. Kills, "she The next Instant the very air seemed , Is so genuine ami sympathetic; such rent with shouts and exclamations of applause. | a sweet, womanly woman!” "The baby is saved! The baby is saved! And the lady----- ” Well, I never see a combination of blue silk and white lace, nor smell the odor of violets, but a picture rises be fore me of a charred ami burning build- Ign and a group of grimy firemen bend ing reverently over the frail dead form of a woman with a sweet, child-like face wearing a smile upon It, while a frightened baby clings to her. sobbing, tangled In a mass of lace wound about the head and neck of the quietly sleep ing woman. A GREAT INVENTOR. Prof. Elisha Gray Claimed to Have Discovered the Telephone. Prof. Gray, who died at Newtonvllle, near Boston, Mass., recently, took rank as one of the world's greatest Invent- He was born in Ohio sixty-five years ago. He was educated at Oberlin College aud early turned his endeavor to perfecting elec trical appliances, lie met with great success, his inven tions, Isith useful and simply predi cal. being innumerable. Both lle and l’rof. Bell claimed credit of priority in inventing the telephone, the latter re ceiving the award after twenty-five years of litigation. This fact embit tered Prof. Gray in Ills later years. His last work is regarded as a masterpiece. It is an electrical apparatus by which the.sound of fog signals can be trans mltted under the water for twelve miles. Prof. Gray received compara tively large sums for his Inventions, but died poor. Everything Was Fresh. A traveler stepped from a train at Pittsburg very early the other morn ing and went to the depot lunch room to get breakfast. He was extremely tired from a long ride and consequently not iu the best of moods. “What do you want?” snarled one of the waiter girls. She had a get-up-too- soon expression on her face, aud spoke savagely. "A little courteous treatment,” re- sponded the traveler. "We don't keep it here,” rejoined the girl. “1 thought so." wns the laconic reply of the Clevelander. "Give uie some regular eggs.”I "We only keep fresh eggs,” replied the girl. "Everything fresh around here?” queried the Clevelander. "Yes." she hissed through her teeth. “1 thought so," the traveler replied. As the traveler ate hl« breakfast In silence he wondered who had the bet ter of the skirmish. From the look on the girl's fa<v she. too. was (Hindering over the same question.—New York Tribune. Pingree Meets a Bishop. An Episcopal bishop made Mr. Pin gree's acquaintance. Belligerent ns he wns. Mr. Pingree gave evidence of backwardness nnd shyness, for he was none too well posted on bishop« and didn't know Just how to take them. “I see by the papers that you are much addicted to swearing.” said the Bishop. "Yes, I've seen something of that kind In the papers myself.” said Hazen, acting very much like a snail In the act of pulling In Its shell. "Well." said the Bishop. "Judging by what yon have to contend with. I would not be surprised If you did swear pretty ofteu."—Detroit To-day. IF WASHINGTON CAME BACK. If Washington could come, to-day, And take a look about, ’Tis safe to guess that he would say Some things worth writing out; The trolley and the telephone Would make him stop and sture, The telegraph would seem to him A wonderful affair, And when the limited express Went whizzing down the track His pigtail inigHt stand up instead Of hanging down his back— O he Would see, At every turn, some wondrous thing To take his breath away, The noise and rush wouid make him quake, If he were here to-day. If Father George were here to-day, And, having time to spare, Decided to attend a play And got a ticket where Tile biggest crowd was pressing in, O he would see and hear Some things to make him thank the stars That Martha wasn't near! His cheeks would burn, his eyes would bulge, And he would hide his face, And wonder why the ladies failed To hurry from the place— "O my!” He’d sigh, “I wonder what is coming next? 1 wonder what they’d say If 1 got up aud grabbed my hat And stick and went away— Zounds! What is that they're saying now! And what is that 1 see! Here’s where I pass!—Make way iu front For Decency and me!” If Washington could come to-day Aud break iuto the set \\ here only those who treely pay Can ever hope to get— Where Lady Maud and Countess May 1 heir silken raiment swish And people say / your grace” to her Whose grandpa peddled tish— Where matrons kneel to dukes and earls, And knights and lords are thick, He might be moved to hang his head Aud say: ’This makes me sick!” Or else, perchance. He'd mere.y glance Around as one forsaken, And say: "Your pardon, ¡»lease; I thought This w is the land for which I fought— 1 see that I'm mistaken!— This is King George’s realm, or that Which was his, ere he died; Fray tell me how 1 best may get Upon the other side— Across the sea Where men are free And all are equals born— Where kings and lords are all unknown And Freedom’s beacon lights Are blazing up from zone to zone, And all have equal rights!” If Washington could spend a day Back here upon the earth And see the figures that portray What some of us are worth— If he could view the splendor of The newer lords we’ve bred He might be moved to turn away And. doubting, hang his head— Vet, even as he turned aud saw The many, many who Must serve he could not fall to mark Their new condition too, And say: "Why, they, In spite of all the weeful sound« That smite my ears, are blest As never they that tolled have been, Before them. East or West! Can it be That 1 see Here the harvest that has grown From the seed I helped to sow? Wherefore do they moan and groan, Why the murmurs from below? Still they grumble, still they sigh. Still they threaten, still decry. Even as they did when I, Praying God to guide me. stood A* a target for their darta. Doing all that mortal could— Dying ere I won their hearts’ Yet. O let them kick away! I, too. kicked some In my day! Kickers make the world go round. Kickers keep It in its place; Where most kickers may be found There look for the ruling race!” —S. E Kl<er. In Chicago Times Herald. Repels Sujncestion of Dictator. “With a mixture of surprise and as tonishment 1 have read with attention the sentiments you have submitted to my perusal. Hr assured, air, no occurrence in the course of the war has given me more painful sensations thau your in formation of there being such ideas ex isting in the army as you have express ci. and (which» I must view with ab horrence and reprehend with severity. For the present the comm union tton of them will rest in my own bosom, unless some further agitation of the matter shall make a disclosure necessary. I am much at a loss to conceive what part of my conduct could have given encouragement to an addrt'ss which seenja to me big The World’s Paper Money. The world'« stock of paper money Is with the greatest mischiefs that can be now fiWO.OOO.OOO, equal to the existing fall my country. If I am not deceived in the knowledge of myself, you could stock of cold coin. not have found a person to whom your Wealth Is the bull's eye on the target schemes are more disagreeable. At the same time. In justice to my own feelings. at which all humanity aims. 1 must add that no man possesses a more sincere wish to see justice done to the army than I do; and as far as my power and influence in a constitutional way ex tend. they shall be employed to the ut most of my abilities to effect it, should there be any occasion. Let me conjure you, then, if you have any regard for your country, concern for yourself or posterity, or respect for me, to banish these thoughts from your mind and nev er communicate, as from yourself or any one else, a sentiment of the like nature.” —Washington’s reply to letter suggesting that he use the army to overturn the government and make himself Dictator. No. 91 Lincoln avenue, Cortland, N. V., was once a house of sorrow and sadness. The daughter of George Loucks, the pride of the household, seemed going into a decline as she reached her early womanhood and her condition caused the greatest anxiety in the family. The happy ending of the matter caused considerable excite ment in the neigh liorhood and, when questioned by a rejiorter, Mr. Loucks made the following statement: “About two years ago my daughter, who was then in her 16th year, was in bad health. She was pale and thin, without strength or vitality, in fact her condition was that which is generally called all run down. We were, of course, worried about her and employ ed the best physicians to attend her. They studied her case and although they did everything possible, gave her no relief which was permanent. The late Dr. Angle had first called ruy at tention to Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale People, and my wife had heard they were a fine tonic, so we decided to try them for my daughter. We did so and inside of eight weeks the pri mary cause of her trouble was remov ed and she showed a decided gain in health, strength and flesh. “A great many people will buy a medicine and take a few dcses. Then if they are not cured they throw it aside as no good, or take it spasmodic ally. We believe in a tair trial in strict accordance with directions and our faithfulness was rewarded for she was greatly benefited by them. Her color came to her cheeks and she con tinued to gain in weight and strength. We have told a great many people about them and have been glad to do so.” Signed, GEORGE LOUCKS. Subscribed and sworn to before me this 29th day of June, 1900. F. C. PARSONS, Notary Publio. Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills fir Pale People are sold by all dealers, or will be sent to any address postpaid, on re ceipt of price, 50 cents a box, or six boxes for $2.50, by Dr. Williams Med icine Co., Schenectady, N. Y. A Tragedy. She—If you had no idea when we could get married, why did you pro poso to me? Washington and the Farmer. “To tell the truth, darling, 1 had no A writer in the Independent says that the Rev. Alfred Ely, who was for sixty idea you would accept me.” years pastor of the Congregational Church in Monson, Mass., and who died in 1866, told this story: When a boy, he worked on a farm in West Springfield, and one day in the au tumn of 1789, he, with his employer, w as gathering a load of cornstalks in a field not far from the Connecticut river. The farmer had driven the loaded team from the lot, and left the boy, as usual, to put ui> the bars. While he was thus en gaged, he noticed the approach of four fine horses, drawing the open vehicle know'll as a chariot. There wns no driv er, but astride the nigh horse of each span was a young mulatto postilion. There were also two outriders and a postilion, and within the carriage sat a gentleman of very imposing appearance. The outriders galloped on in advance, and held a parley with the farmer, who was occupying the entire road with his loaded cart. It was to be seen that he would yield none of his rights, for the chariot was detained by the cart until a turnout was reached, when the cortege passed by. The little boy hurried on. ami asked his employer who the gentleman could be. “George Washington,” was the answer. Then he begged permission to run on and catch another glimpse of the great American. There was no bridge across the Connecticut, ami lie hoped that the ferryboat would be on the opposite side, and that he might reach the bank before it arrived. He was not disappointed. He found Gen. Washington standing on the bank of the river, erect and digni fied. At that moment one of the postil ions came up and said, uncovering his head and speaking most deferentially, yet with an expression of injured dig nity: “Your Excellency, as we were driv ing along, a little way back, we overtook a man with a loaded cart, who occupied the entire road. I asked him to stop his team and let us pass. He declined. I then told him that President Washing ton was in the chariot. lie again re fused, and said that he had as good a right to the road as George Washington!” “And so he had,” said Washington. The postilion looked at him for an in stant in astonishment, and then quietly put on his hat and mounted his horse. New Proposed National Park. The national park of 1,297 square miles proposed at the head waters of the Mississippi will, if it is estab lished, be the first iu the central region of the country. Literary Note From the Century Co. The Century is to have a serial story by Irving Bacheller, the author of that popular novel, “Eben Holden.’’ I; is a border tale of 1812. Two typeB of the men who have helped to make America are set forth tn it: one, a Northern Yankee, quaint, rugged and wise; the other, a man who has the hardy traits of a Puritan with the ro mantic temperament of a cavalier. I The scene of the stoiy is in the neigh borhood of Lake Cake Champlain, and the title is “D’ri and 1.’’ It will be gin in the March Century aud run for six months. Canada at Pan-American. Canada will have a building at the Pan-American exposition, and make a comprehensive display or the coun try’s great resources aud industries. As She Remembered Him. Mr. Skimmerhorn (as the partici pants in the debate became personal)—» I was a thundering fool when I asked yon to marry me I Mrs. Skimmerhorn—Well, you look ed it, dear. Will Throw Light 50 Miles. A searchlight on the electrio tower of the Pan-American exposition will cast rays for a distance of 50 miles. Largest Guns in the World. The biggest things in the way of guns ever produced will be exhibited at the Pan-American exposition. Three Rules of Life. Lying Necessary Now, Edward Everett Hale gives the fol lowing three good rules for life: First, live as much as possible in the open air; second, touch elbows with the rank and file; third, talk every day with a man vou know to De your su perior. George Washingtons in the Civil War. The attention of the pension bureau has been called to one regiment in the civil war in which, according to the rolls, 28 colored George Washington« served. Fried Smelts. Smelts can be fried to perfection io the blazer. Clean them, wipe dry, season and dip in flour or fine bread i crumb«. Fgg them, dip in crumbs again and try in plenty of hot butter. Serve with sauce tartare and Saratoga chips. Th? good George Washington, they say. Did always stick to facta. Bat then he did not have tq pay That beastly Income tax. Hom« Truth. Mr. Biddle—Those shoe« «re absurd ly small for you, my dear; but one must suffer to be lieautiful, I know. Mrs. Riddle—Ah! but how one suf fers trying to be polite you will never know.