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music room, the old violin maker
takes down one of his instru
ments and draws a bow.
Now it is a part of grand opera ;
again it is the strains of an old
song or an improvised air.
Unmusical neighbors say, "The
old man is fiddling again." But
the music lover says, with El
bert Hubbard, "To see and hear
Fiske play theviolin makes you
think of long ago when all days
were May days and sorrows were
STUDY THE STARS
On a. still, clear night observe the stars. How the great dome of
heaven glitters with them! Some stars back as with the cold steadi
ness of blue steel. Others blink and wink as if in a merry mood. But
each and all "declare the glory of God" and illustrate the wonders
of his handiwork.
The astronomers at Harvard, a recent dispatch informs us,
have mapped 1,500,000 stars." And yet, every little while a new one
comes into view and takes its place jn the astral album.
Light travels at the rate of 185,170 English miles a second. It
can traverse the diaTneter of the great orbit of the earth's yearly pil
grimage around the sun in less than a quarter of an hour. Yet those
new stars which ever and anon come into range of the telescope are
believed to be planets like our own, or luminous centers of solar sys
tems, so far removed that, starting in the morning of their creation,
when the universe was young, the light rays which they are radiat
ing have only just arrived within the field of our vision.
Somehow this recalls how a minister described eternity. "If,"
he said, "once every thousand years a little bird should take from the
great ocean a single drop of water until the ocean bed were dry; and,
at like intervals, should, one by one, remove the grains of sand which
form the oceans shore, eternity, beloved, would just be begun."
When you feel cross, irritable, impatient, study the stars.
ON THE WRONG LINE
Lovers were they, engaged
withal. She was a telephone girl ;
he a telegraph clerk.
They were sitting round the
fireside, discussing happy days to
come when they should have
their own sweet home.
From one little detail and an
other, the conversation finally
drifted to the homely subject of
As a matter of opinion, he ven
tured the idea that the man
should lie in bed and rst in the
morning to fit himself for the
For a few moments there was
complete silence. Only Amerlia's
deep-drawn breathing was aud
ible. "Joshua," she said sweetly, but
firmly, at last; "ring off, please I
You're on the wrong number I"