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THE MAN WHO FEELS. I
[It man who feel. L • W '* M ,. !
Than the man who I. callous and cold.
For if he weeps in that gloom of ni«ht.
He laughs in the sunbeam s gold;
And if the tide of his life runs low,
It reaches the summits of
He knows the heights, aa the depths bo
low, . ,
And he smiles through a pitying tear.
And after it all, when all is done.
The world has most of the gladden
For the twilight lingers when day is
dODe - . , J
And the sun's benediction is dear.
The man who feels is happier far—
I say it again and again
Than ever can be, or ever are,
The pitiless sons of men;
For if he sighs for his own gray woes.
He sighs for another's too;
If the plant of pain in his bosom grows,
It is covered by sympathy s dew.
And after it all, when all is said,
Still pity and love forever are wed;
That the heart unfeeling is chill and
Is true, and forever is true.
The man who feels is a dear God's gift
To a sorrowful, travailing world;
By the hands that the burdens of life
Is the flag of our peace uefurled.
We need not the souls that are callous as
And selfish, and wedded to greed.
But the pitying tear for our fallen estate
We need—and we ever shall need.
And after it all, when all is past,
'Tis the deed of love that alone may
And the rest is chaff in the winnow
In the garden of life, a weed.
•—Alfred Waterhouse in Success.
i William? &D<l (Ihrcifc.
HE little, old-fa6hioned building
Ton the old-fashioned side of the
green, contained three little, old
Of the three, one was vacant Be
fore the coming of the brick block on
the opposite side of the green, it had
teen the postofHce, but upon coiup'.e
tion of the new building, Uncle Saui
tel that his dignity and prestige
Dilglit remain unimpaired, moved
across, followed by the usual crowd
of loungers and most of the business.
Until then, also, the little, old-fash
toned building had always been proud
ly referred to as "the block;" now the
prefix, old, became necessary to dis
tinguish it from its newer and more
Two little signs, hanging chummilj
Bide by side above the doorways of
the other two little shops, Informed
those who cared to know that the oc
cupants were, respectively: "Marcia
Goodwin, Milliner," and "William Un
derwood, Newsdealer and Stationer"
A short, somewhat stout man of 40
odd years came across the green one
morning, and unlocking the door be
neath the sign of "William Under
wood," entered. Soon he emerged,
minus his hat and coat, and after
throwing back the heavy wooden
abutter covering the window, began
■weeping the board walk which ran
In front of the shop.
For this was William Underwood,
the proprietor. Not the William Un
derwood whose name the sign bore;
that was "Old Billy" Underwood. It
was "Young Billy" Underwood sweep
ing the walk; so christened by the vil
lagers for convenience In distinguish
ing him from his father when he en
tered the shop as r.ssistant, twenty
five years before; and although hla
father had been dead these many
years, to them he was "Young Billy"
And although at the time of his
death the elder Underwood was con
sidered the richest man in the county
and William was his only heir, he con
tinued to keep the little shop, seem
ingly content to follow in the foot
steps of his sire.
As if awakened by the noise and
bustle, the door of the adjoining shop
opened and a trim little woman ap
peared, broom in band.
In response to William's "Good
morning, Marcia." she nodded a cheery
good morning, and going to the oppo
site end of the walk, began to sweep
As the sweeping progressed and
they neared each other, the conversa
tion was resumed.
'It's a lovely morning for so late in
the fall, William."
"Yes; though it does feel a trifle
. Another silence, during which both
•wept industriously. Then William
"Squire Martin tells me that Ruth
Is having a splendid time in New
"I'm glad she married well off, and
able to go there. I knew she'd
The sweeping was finished and for
a moment they lingered in front of
"I did not see you at the wedding."
"No, I did not go." Then profes
sional pride asserting itself, she add
ed: "I made her wedding bonnet and
the hat she wore away."
The day was "a trifle wlnterish," as
William had paid, and Marcia hav
ing tidied up the shop, decided a fire
would necessary to remove the
chill. She had some difficulty in get
ting it to burn, but succeeding finally,
came to the frout and seated herself
|>y the window, her favorite corner.
Her thoughts weer still of the wed
ding, and she sighed softly, as she
gazed out on the green. It was nearly
nineteen years since she left school to
assist her mother In the care of the
rtop. Their* wa» the <»lj mllllnerj
■hop In the Tillage then. and there
was plenty of work for two pairs of
hands. When her mother was seized
with a shock, they moved Into the
rooms upstairs, that Marcla might
care for her and attend the wants of
the customers as well.
Ten years ago she died and Marcia
was left alone. For a time she had
more than enough work to keep her
busy, and did not feel her loss so
keenly. But with the years had come
changes. With the removal of the
postofflce, the crowd which formerly
lounged in /ront ceased to congregate
there, and she missed their noisy
presence. When the public hitching
rail beneath the tree outlived its use
fulness and a new one became neces
sary, the town fathers decided upon
what they considered a more conven
ient location for it, and the old one
was allowed to remain standing as if
to serye as a reminder of days passed
Then came the milliner from the
city. At first Marcia had treated her
advent with lofty disdain, which
changed to resentment as she saw
those for whom she had made bonnets
since they were babies wearing the
creations of the rival establishment
and saw her trade falling off In conse
quence. True, many still came to her,
but they were the older ones, and at
times she suspected that even their
patronage was due to friendship—or
Her thoughts reverted to her neighs
bor. Long ago when they swept the
walk together and lingered for a mo
ment's conversation afterward, she
had sometimes thought and some
times dreamed, for William was hand
some when he was young. Then gos
sip linked their names together.
She sighed again. Together they
still swept the walk each morning,
and since her mother's death she had
gotten Into the habit of preparing to
close at night when she heard him
making similar preparation*.
The appearance of smoke In the
room brought her reverie to an abrupt
conclusion, and sent her hastening to
the stove. As she opened the door
the smoke burst forth in a cloud, and
quickly closing It she retreated to the
front and opened the shop door to per-
THE CONVERSATION WAS RESUMED.
mlt of Its escape. At the doorway she
was met by William.
"I thought I smelled smoke," he be
gan; th4n as be saw the smoke: "Is
it a fire?"
"No, it is from the stove. It's the
first fire I've had since last spring,
and I guess the chimney is damp."
"There may be something wrong
with the stove. Shall I come in and
look at it? Perhaps I can fix it"
She looked at him in surprise. He
had never been inside the shop in his
life to her knowledge.
"It's most gone, now,* she replied,
"Perhaps I had better come in and
look at it anyway. If the fault is in
the chimney, I will have it attended
to before cold weather sets in."
She stepped aside and allowed him
to enter. He first tried the damper in
the pipe, then knelt before the stove
and critically examined the grate.
"It seems all right," he said at
length, looking up to her as she stood
At that moment the grocer's wag
on, driven by Joe Hnsklns, came by
the old block. Joe was exceedingly
popular with the village youth and
his wagon usually contaiued a num
ber of choice specimens. This morn
ing was no exception, and as the
wagon passed, sharp eyes peeped
through the open door and spied Will
iam kneeling before Marcia.
"H'm, looks like he was proposin'
to her," was Joe's comment when his
attention was called to it
In the discnarge of his duties, Joe
visited nearly every house in the vil
lage, and he made the most of his op
portunity. By nightfall every one
knew that young Billy Underwood had
proposed to Marcia Goodwin.
At about noon there began at the
old block a most remarkable revival
of business,' which continued to in
crease until the close of the day.
It seemed as if every man in the
village, and a few women, found a
call at William's shop necessary, and
while many forgot the pretext on
which they came, each one did not
fall to tender their congratulations.
With Marcia it was the same, ex
cept that her visitors were of femin
ine persuasion, and therefore more
persistent with inquiries Into detail.
All of which was met with denials
by both of them, first with surprise,
then indignation, and finally down
right anger. This last finally gave
way to sublime resignation, and both
were heartily glad when the hour of
As he sat in school that afternoon,
to young Thomas Martin came a bril
liant idea. When school was over he
lost no time In communicating it to s
few Intimates, with the result that
shortly after nightfall the aforesaid in
timates,. led by Thomas, might have
been discovered stealthily making
their way toward the village from the
vicinity of Squire Martin's barn.
William arose easier than usual
next morning after a restless night,
and leaving his breakfast nntasted,
started to the shop. As he neared it,
he discovered that Marcia was al
ready sweeping her portion of the
walk, evidently intent on getting it
done before people were astir gener
ally. She did not perceive his ap
proach until he stood beside her, then
looking up at him she said demurely:
"Good morning, William."
"Good morning. You are out
"So are you," she retorted, blushing
a rosy red.
At the point of inqufrlng if her fire
burned properly, he checked himself
as he thought of the embarrassment
it would cause. He could tljlnk of
nothing else to say, and after staring
at her stupidly for a moment, unlock
ed his door and went Inside, reappear
ing broom in hand.
A milk wagon drove by, the occu
pant of which was known to them
both. Wity a "Good morning, friends,"
he pulled up his horse.
"Celebratin', I see," he observed, and
a grin overspread his face as he point
ed up to the front of the building.
Both looked in the direction indi
The change the night had brought
was marvelous Indeed. Entwining the
two little signs and joining them lov
ingly together were garlands of ever
greens and orange blossoms, while In
the center, suspended between them,
was what remained of Ruth Martin's
wedding bell. True, the flowers were
a bit faded and the evergreen showed
evidence of hard usage, but the pur
pose for which they were intended
was still easily discernable.
With a scream Marcia darted into
her shop and closed the door. Will
iam paused long enough to bestow a
scathing glance Upon the milkman,
then stalked Into his own establish
Among William's early customers
was Judge Bradford, and as one of
his oldest friends, the judge felt privi
leged to speak.
"I'm glad you've done it William.
Nature never Intended us to live, with
out mates in this world. You ought
to have done it years ago, but you
were always too modest She was a
handsome girl, and by ginger, she's
a good-looking woman."
The previous day's rush of busi-'
ness, which bid fair to continue, • was
effectually checked when It began
raining heavily early in the day, and
customers were few and far between.
To William the day was Intolerably
long, and altogether a miserable one.
The little shop next door bad remain
ed closed since the unfortunate episode
of the morning, and though a number
came, they turned away again, unable
to gain admittance. As the day wore
on he found himself growing more and
more anxious. Perhaps she was 111.
Once or twice he surreptitiously
placed his ear to the partition, but he
could hear nothing.
He looked out at the old hitching
rail, forlorn and deserted, and for the
first time the realisation came to him
how lonely his life had become.
He thought of the big house on the
hill, of which he was the only occu
pant Then he fell to wondering if
she was lonely, too. He recalled her!
as she stood before him that morning.'
The judge was right; she was hand
some yet She was good as she was
beautiful, too; and the village had no
right to poke fun at her. They j
wouldn't do It If she had some one to
protect her. |
Next he did what for him was a
most unusual thing. Going to the rear
of the shop he gazed long and soberly
into the mirror. He turned sadly
away. It was too late now; his op
portunity had gone.
Usually he kept the shop open until
8 o'clock, but at 7 he decided to close
and go home. As he closed the shut
ter he looked anxiously at the adjoin
ing door. He looked up and, raising
his umbrella, started across the green.
Nearly across, he hesitated, stopped,
then turned and marched resolutely
back. Straight up to the" little, old
fashioned building he went, and on th«
door over which hung the sign of
"Marcia Goodwin, Milliner," he gave
a ponderous knock. There was no re
ply, and he knocked louder and more
boldly than before.
"Who is there?" came from the In
"It is I, William Underwood. Open
The door opened slightly. "Whal
do you want, William?"
Her voice seemed to tremble. Per
haps she had been crying. He pushed
the door open and stepped Inside.
"I want you," he answered, with
the assurance of a cavalier. I
When, as the result of an interview
with his father, young Thomas Matlio!
sidled into William's shop the next!
morning and stammered an apology J
for the part he had taken in decorat
ing the block, he was mightily sui>
prised to receive a generous handful
of candy, and to learn that it was of
no consequence whatever. *
Two weeks later Ruth Martin wrot€
home that Mr. and Mrs. Underwood
were In New York "making arrange-1
ments to spend the winter in Europe
In the Bahama Islands.
In the Bahama Islands the flamliv
goes build their nests of mud so high
that the rising tide will not flood the
A wise wife conceals notM»- front'
her husband—except her own faults. ]
PUSH-BALL ON HORSEBACK.
A novel feature of the Royal Military Tournament, recently held In
London, was the new game of "Push-Ball on Horseback," by troopers of the
Royal Horse Guards, three a side. Push-ball is a sport which has not caught
on in England since its introduction from America, but as played on horse
back at the Agricultural Hall it Is quite exciting. The black horses not only
have no fear of the immense ball, but having learned that contact with it will
do them no harm they even seem to enjoy the fun of shoving it about with
chests and knees, and occasionally opposing it with their hindquarters. The
admirable horsemanship of the riders is, of course, mainly conducive to the
success of this new sport, which has become one of the most popular event*
of the Tournament
AN OCEAN PERU.
Bock all Hock and Reefs May Have
Caused Many Wrecks.
The disaster to the Danish steamer
Norge, which struck a rock and sank
near the west coast of Scotland, with
the loss of 646 lives, calls attention to
the great peril that threatens navi
gators at that point a description of
which is of Interest
Rockall is a lonely pyramidal rock,
some seventy feet in height and 260
feet in circumference, rising sheer out
of the wild Atlantic waves 290 miles
from the nearest point of the Scottish
mainland and 260 miles northwest
from the nearest point on the Irish
coast There Is neither soil upon it nor
LOCATION OP ROCK WHERE THE NORGE WAS LOBT.
sandy beach around It the depth of
water close up to It being twenty or
thirty fathoms. A "rock," therefore,
it must be called, rather than an is
land, or even an Islet and of all the
rocka and Islands, great and small,
surrounding the British shores It is at
once the most reriaote, the most deso
late, the least known and in many re
spects the most remarkable.
Not only has It never boasted a hu
man Inhabitant, but no holiday tripper
or sportsman has ever desecrated Its
shores, and only on one or two occa
sions Is It even known to have been
landed upon. Only In the finest weath
er, when the almost ceaseless swell of
the Atlantic has subsided for an hour
oi two, is it possible to land, while in
winter the ocean waves fairly overtop
its summit This summit can o:ily be
reached, even when a landing has been
effected, by an ascent on the north
eastern face of the rock, so precipitous
are its other sides.
> Yet, isolated as Rockall is, it forms,
nevertheless, the summit or peak of an
extensive submarine plateau known as
"Rockall Bank," which extends in a
northeasterly and southwesterly direc
tion for about 150 miles, which has a
breadth of about forty miles and about
half of which Is submerged to a depth
of less than 100 fathoms. Probably
within comparatively recent times (in
the geological sense) tne greater part
of this "bank" was exposed as dry
land, which disappeared partly
through gradual subsidence and partly
through the action of the sea waves.
Close to the main rock and with
deep water between them lies a dan
gerous reef, exposed at low tide,
known as Hazel wood Rock; while a
mile and a half southeast lies another
similar rock, known as Helen's Reef,
from a vessel of that name, whose
wreck upon it first made it known,
i To the mariner Rockalf presents it-
self as a serious danger. Neither the
main rock nor the surrounding reef
has ever been lighted, belled or
buoyed, and the officials of the Trin
ity House regard them as lying out
side their sphere of operations. Yet,
though not in the main line of cross-
Atlantic traffic, there can be no
doubt that they have frequently
pr6ved fatal to vessels. There are sev
eral actual records of wrecks upon
and it Is probable that they are partly
accountable for some of the disappear
ance of vessels which are reported an
nually upon the Atlantic. Even in
broad daylight the main rock Is a men
ace, for, with its steep, tall sides and
its pointed top, always whitened by the
deposits 6f -sea birds, it is invariably
taken at first sight for a ship, at full
HAVE TO GIVE LONG CREDIT.
DrcMmaken Who Succeed Most Not
B® Pressing About Their Bills.
A recent lawsuit in the courts be
tween the president and rice president
of a smart dressmaking establishment
has called attention to a peculiar phase
of the dressmaking trade—the system
of long credits, entailing a large out
lay of capital.
Successful concerns have found that
"long credit" is not only desirable, but j
essential to the financial prosperity of
their business. While many ib the
dressnpking business have no hesi
tancy in admitting their profit to be
100 per cent, they show conclusively
that their expenses are so enormous
that this 100 per cent ditnipishes to
50 per cent and sometimes 25 per cent
A woman at the head of one of the
smart establishments says:
"The wives of our multimillionaires
know absolutely nothing of the value
of money and never realize that the
modiste who gowns them may need
the money they owe to pay her own
bills with. Were she to present this
fact to them she would doubtless lose
their custom and that of her set The
flat would go forth: *Do not go to So
and So's. They can't be any good and
can't have much of a trade, for they
are always dunning for their money.'
"You needed their money; you there
fore could not make a smart gown,
: and they would go to some rival estab
lishment, where they would be wel
comed with open arms, and because
they had left the first modiste the sec
ond would only too gladly give them
unlimited credit This Is one of the
reasons why long credit and good
names are essential assets of a suc
cessful dressmaking business."
Among Che Brokers' Offices.
City Nephew—Well, where are you
going this morning. Uncle Hiram 7
Uncle Hiram—Down tew 3d street
tew pick up a little money. Heerd yer
father say there's lots dropped there
etery «ay.—Philadelphia Bulletia.
It is said that a club woman will
work herself to death in helping a |
woman who is giving a party, and
that the average lodge woman makes
a specialty in running a funeral.
When a girl begins to encourage a
young man to save money she meant
MEMORIES OF GREATNESa"
What It Meana to Be One of the 4 *Q
eat Talked About People ****
The Great Man was fitting* i n hla
study enjoying a pipe with an old
friend and indulging In reminiseenJl
of his life. ***
For twenty years he had been in
the public eye, and no man had tasted
more of the sweets of notoriety. jj e
had seen his name work its way UD
in the papers from the time when he
was first mentioned as being "also
present" at banquets to the culminat
ing point where he was habitually the
guest of the evening and saw his re
marks next morning under scare heads.
Scarcely a day passed but his picture
appeared In connection with some po
litical triumph or a patent medicine.
He had posed for his picture at all
hours of the day and night, eating
and drinking, speaking and thinking.
He had been snap-shotted and had
lx>th his actions and appearance re
corded by biographs, cinemato;r-aph»
and in living pictures. His words of
Tvisdom are being repeated all over the
continent by gramophones and by ad
mirers who had little more intelligence
than the machines. In short, he wai
the man of the hour, and publicity
could do nothing more with him.
Presently his friend remarked;
"John, you are probably the mo«t
talked-about man in the United State*,
and your name has appeared in more
different ways before the public than
that of almost any other man. Now
tell me what appearance of your name
: in public gave you the most pleasure."
, The Great Man ruminated over hit
• pipe for a few minutes and then re
"Well, I think that I never got so
much of a thrill out of seeing my name
in public as I did when for the first
time I stole a piece of chalk from the
, teacher's desk In a little, old, red
schoolhouse and wrote my name in full
on the railing of the bridge on the
way home."—St Louis Republic Mag
Auto for tbe North Pole.
It is probable that for ages yet to.
come the quest for the north pole will
continue. Successive failures to find it
merely seem to whet the desire to
"make a dash" for it.
The newest ideh in the direction of
arctic exploration is for the use of the
motor car, as was, of course, only to
be expected. It is a Belgian explorer,
Hendrik Arctowski (the name is de
cidedly appropriate), who has beeti the
first to consider it seriously, and his
hopes and fears are discussed in a
French contemporary. His ambitions
are centered in the south pole, which,
as we know, is guarded by land or
walls of perpetual ice, impassable for
ships. The use of dog sledges is also
prevented by the fact* that food for the
dogs must be carried, which definitely
limits the distance that can be cor*
M. Arctowski believes that by the
use of a sufficiently strong and simple
motor, which will run In the coldest
weather and consume very much Jess
weight of stores per mile than weald
dogs, the pole can be reached. His
present idea is to use Canadian
sledges, to which are to be attached
"spurred" wheels, something like the
paddles of a steamer, and capable of
being raised or lowered, to grip Lghtly
or deeply, according to the compare
tive softness of the snow. Lightness,
strength and large carrying capacity
are the three main features to be
Life of the Russian Poor.
As a rule a Russian village la a for
lorn looking place, where the hots af
the poor are made of birch logs, witk
upright oak or pine supports, celling
of strips of the same birch and walla
lined with the crude branches. In these
huts there are only two rooms, one ef
which is not for every-day use, but la
kept, for best occasions. This roem
| houses those sacred images so dear t»
the heart of every member ef the
Greek church, to which belong the
great mass of the Russian people. #
The other room serves the purpose
of both kitchen and sleeping room, as
one of the principal ideas of comfort
to these people, ice and snowbound for
so many months of the year, 1»
warmth. In many of the peasant hots
no beds are used and the top of a great
stove, reaching nearly to the roof, la
a much-sought sleeping place. Al
though the conditions make dirt and
accompanying results inseparable la
the life of these peasants, they
devotedly fond of bathing. The vapor
bath In a crude form may be called a
national institution and a not unusual
picture of a summer afternoon Is the
village pond filled with women and
children bathers.—Social Service.
A Poor Arithmetician.
Patsy Dooley was puzzled by a greet
many questions concerning numbers
that never entered other people'*
One day a new acquaintance !•*
marked in his presence:
"I have eight brothers."
"Ye have eight brothers?" said Pat
sy, raising his eyebrows. "Then I
pose ivry wan o' thim has eight broth
"Arrah, thin," Patsy inquired, "how
many mothers had the eixty-foor v
Proud of the Pie.
Granddaughter—Mrs. Finetalk do«*
not say "punkin" pie; she says "pufflp*
Old Lady—She does, eh? Then rn
bet a cookie she doesn't know how
make one fit to eat —New *'° r
If a man 1s entirely well he ought
get hungry enough by 6 p. m. to «•
a blind robin.