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THE CHARITY GIRL
By EFFIE A. ROWLANDS
Naturally when Jack Glendurwood
came heme from Beignton the truth about
Sheila came out.
M I happened to call at Dinglewood for
a moment. I wanted to apeak to Twist
about that horse he said he would buy,
and found the fair Sheila with that Fair
fax girl and her Lancelot all ready to
■tart off for a ride. They proposed ac
companying me, and I agreed, though I
could have done very well without them."
Audrey laughed as he related the re
sults of the ride, and Jean's gray eyes
glowed with triumph.
"I wish I had told him what that
odious woman said," she observed to
Audrey, when they were alone in the
drawing room; "he ought to know of her
"It would only vex him, and I don't
really mind," Audrey answered, though
she had been much hurt for the moment,
"besides, it Is all so vulgar and disagree
able. Why should we trouble about it?"
On" the last day of October Willie
Fullerton came down to Craiglands,
greatly to Audrey's delight.
"Now, Jean, I want you to be very
nice to him; he is a dear boy," she de
"The dear boy being a good five years
older than your ladyship," laughed Jean;
but she found it a very easy task to be
nice to Willie Fullerton.
His open admiration for Audrey won
her heart, and she felt that before long
this pleasant young Englishman and her
self would be good friends. To begin
with, they both cordially detested Mrs.
Fairfax and her daughter, and,that was
a very good foundation to commence
The week following Mr. Fullerton's
arrival was, to Jean Thwait's thinking,
the pleasantest that had come since she
had left Broadborough.
To Audrey, it was quietly happy; the
Dinglewood folk gave her a little breath
ing space; Sheila and Lady Daleswater
having gone up to town to arrange about
the masked ball, and she had her Jack
nearly all to herself, for Jean and Willie
Fullerton fraternized warmly, and were
much together. Audrey's letters to her
mother that week .unconsciously betrayed
the feeling of her heart. She wrote free
ly, joyously, not in the strained fashion
that had seemed to hang about her of
late, and Constance Fraser, away alone,
bearing her great sufferings with cour
age and patience, rejoiced aa she read.
Alas! How little did she think those
letters were the last happy ones Audrey
would write for many a long, weary day.
Jack. i*z. tired out with perpetual ex
citement and worry, basked in the sun
shine of his girl-wife's love, and reveled
in the gladness her presence gave him.
Two days before the msaked ball Sheila
and Lady Daleawater returned to Dingle
wood, and drove over te Craiglands to
discuss all the arrangements with the
Glendurwoods. They found the four
young people out in the grounds playing
"I have come to ask Lady John what
she is going to wear at the ball. Oh, I
know It is a great secret, but I will be
tray it to no one," Sheila said to Jack,
aa they walked away, and then she tried
to catch hia eye aa she gave a very palpa
Audrey good-naturedly offered to .show
her gown and domino to both Sheila and
Lady Daleswater. Jean Thwait had been
carefully excluded from the invitations.
"Lovely! Beautiful! Exquisite!"
cried Sheila, aa Murray unfolaed the
aheeny satins and held them forth for
Inspection. "<lnd this is your domino*
' "Blade and silver. It waa Jack's idea.
lan't it pretty? Look at the design over
1 "I wish you would put it on; I should
jike to tee it so audi," Sheila next ob
• aerved. *
Lady Daleswater had not vouchsafed
to come op and aee the finery, ahe waa In
far too bad a temper.
"An artist from London la coming
down to sketch us all. He arrives to
day. I think he had better begin atj
once. I wish yen would allow him to
aketch yours, Lady John."
"I shall be delighted," Audrey aaid,
cordially. "Shall he come here or muat
I go to him?" |
Sheila's cheeka were quite rosy.
"Oh, there ia no need to trouble you.
Just send Murray over with it She
might drive back with ua If you can
Audrey, only too glad to find Sheila
speaking so pleasantly, agreed at once,
and so, when the Dinglewood carriage
" drove away, Lady John'a maid rode in
it, carefully guarding the box containing
the black and silver domino.
Audrey meant to have told Jean about
thia, but all ideaa went out of her head
aa the carriage disappeared, and they
rushed to finish tfieir game.
e e • o o • o
"I aay, baby, here's a bore," Jack Glen
durwood aaid, aa he entered Craiglands
at dinner time en the evening of Sheila's
ball. "I can't go with you to-night, after
"Oh, Jack!" Audrey clasped her hands
In despair. "I am disappointed. I don't
think I shall go, then. What ia the mat
"Benson haa telegraphed me he must
aee me at once on important business;
something gone wrong with the election,
I suppose. I'll get back as quickly aa
possible, and come on to you If I can."
"Tour dress looks ao lovely. Tou
would make such an exquieite Black
"Well," laughed Jack, kissing her, M I
will try and get into my fine tegs; at
least, if I cannot manage the Black
Brunswicker, I will don my gray domino.
You will be able to pick me out, won't
you, fairy, even though x am masked?"
"And you me?" Audrey added. "Don't
forget to look for the black and silver.
Dinner waa hurriedly eaten, and Jean
was much grieved for Audrey's sake that
Lord J*hn could not accompany her.
After Jack had driven away, the two
girls mounted up to Audrey's pretty bed
"You must be my maid to-night, Jean,"
she said, aa they sat before the fire for
a few moments.
where is Murray?"
"Oh, she was very rude and I was
obliged to send her away," Audrey an
swered, a shade falling on her face.
"There have been a great many com
plaints about her downstairs."
"I hope you told Lord John, Audrey,"
she said. "No? My dearest, believe me,
you are wrong—this perpetual attacking
of you. Believe me, if it were once
known that your husband had put his
foot down, you would find Dinglewood
House would learn how to behave Itself."
"But, Jean, dear, what has Dingle
wood House to do with Murray'a inso
lence?" Audrey asked, quietly.
"More than you imagine, Audrey."
Audrey was silent for a moment.
"Jean," she said, looking up with tears
in her eyes, "why is it that they—they
are so cruel? What have I ever done to
Sheila Fraser or Lady Daleswater that
they should hate me so?"
• "You have offended Lady Daleswater
by your beauty and aristocratic bearing;
you have made an enemy of Sheila Fraser
because you have robbed her of the man
she meant to marry."
"Jean!" Audrey turned pale. "Is this
"Ask any one about the place, and
you will find it is; but why should it dis
tress you? Remember the time it takes
to make your complexion; and how will
your ladyship have your hair dressed to
Audrey smiled at Jean's grave mimicry
of Murray's voice.
"Now let us go down, the carriage is
at the door, and Mr. Fullerton will be
tired of waiting."
She followed the black and silver dom
ino down the stairs, and then gave a
great start as Willie sauntered out of the
smoking room in his ordinary evening
"Why are you so late? Have you been
sleeping?" Jean demanded severely.
Willie colored and stammered out an
"If you will forgive me, I have such
a headache, I "
"You want to stay at home? Certain
ly. Jean, look well after him. Good
night, darling; good-night, Mr. Fullerton ;
you really do look alarmingly ill," and
so, laughing, Audrey drove away.
Jean stood gazing out after the car
Willie had never seen her look like that
before, and it puszled him.
"I >*7. Misa Thwait, you are not
vexed I did not go, are you? I—l am
Jean turned to him hurriedly.
"Not vexed, Mr. Fullerton, but sorry.
I should like you to hare been with her
to-night. I hardly know why I aay this,
but I have a presentiment that some
thinf Is going to' happen, and that Au
drey will find sorrow, not pleasure, at
Sheila Fraser's masked ball."
A huge ballroom had been 'erected on
the lawn, with light, wooden walls, and
one cone shaped roof; the floor was par
quet, and as smooth aa ice; a smart mili
tary band waa to provide music; aupper
was served in another temporary room,
and the drawing room, hall and donserva
tory were turned into a lounge and prom
Audrey felt quite bewildered as ahe
found herself In this throng of variously
colored forms, all with the black lace
or silk covering over their faces. She
wished vaguely ahe had not come, then
that she had Jack with her, or Willie
Fullerton. Suddenly Audrey became
aware that two people were talking close
to her and that they were speaking of
"They call her a beauty 1" one woman's
voice said. Audrey could recognise neith
er of the two. "A small, inaignificant
thing like that, with her black hair and
staring white face! Jack Olendnrwood
did the worst day's work he will ever
do when he married her! What can a
low born and bred girl like that know
about social dutiea?"
"And yet they say ahe waa a great
success In town."
"They say—of course they say so.
Well, aak Gladya Daleawater and you
will hear the truth."
"Ah, it was a sad mistake! Such a
nice fellow, too; he should have married
"I can't make out why on earth he
didn't 1 This charity girl business seems
to me to have been very well arranged
by Mrs. Fraser. Why, everybody knowa
he haa always been In love with Sheila.
They are together now. I just caught
eight of them as we came along, hie tall
gray domino beside her pale-blue one.
I expect be tells her all hia troubles.
Sheila is so fond of him. They ought
to have been man and wife, and would
have been, too, but for that paaty-faced,
Audrey's limbs seemed frozen, her heart
a lump of Ice. What waa thia ahe had
heard? What horrible nightmare had
come over her! So this was what was
"Sheila and Jack!" Again and again
the phraae rang in her ears. "Sheila and
Jack!" They had always loved; they
loved now; and she—she, Audrey, the
low-born, low-bred charity girl—ahe stood
A moan broke from her burning lips;
she held one hand pressed close over the
other so tightly as almost to tear the
gloves she wore. Her brain was on fire;
her head reeled.
She sat so qnlet she might have been
a figure of marble, not human flesh and
blood. Not even In that one moment of
actual peril on board the Mona had she
felt aa she did now. She waa stranded
before she had sailed beyond the sun
tipped waves of youth and youth's sweet
dreamings. Suddenly she awoke with a
start, A volo. waa calling shrilly ia her
ear, and a hand was placed on her shoul
"Lady John—l know It is you by your
domino—what are you doing all alone!
Isn't It fun? Aren't you enjoying your
self? I never was at anything so lovely
In all my life. Don't you know me? I
am Alice Fairfax. It is such fun being
disguised like this. But you must not
sit here all alone. Lord John is enjoy
ing himself Immensely. I met him walk
ing in the garden with Sheila juat now.
You see, I know all the dominoes, aad
can pick people out qnlte easily."
"You—you are sure my husband is
here, Mies Fairfax?" .
"Yes. He haa been dancing with
Sheila. They are out in the garden. De
you want him ? Shall Igo and find him;
or why not come with me, I know juat
where they are."
Audrey's simple, loving heart was
ablaze with jealousy. So he had come,
and had gone to Sheila first without look
ing for her? What if those cruel tongues
had spoken true, that already he was
repenting his bargain, and turning again
to Sheila, the girl he had always loved.
"I think I will go with you. Miss Fair
fax," she said, hurriedly. She would sec
"Come this way, then," Alice Fairfax
went out through the window. "Lift up
your akirts. Lady John; lam afraid the
paths are not too dry."
"They went down here," Alice Fair
fax said, as they passed onward to a
more remote corner; "but I don't see
them now. What a nuisance! I thought
we should have been sure of catching
them up. Ah, there is Mr. Devereux, I
will ask him if he has seen them. You
go straight on, Lady John, I will over
The girl darted away as ahe spoke,
and Audrey wnndcred on alone, obeying
"When I find Jack ho shall take me
home," she said to herself, very slowly.
She longed to be gone, to be away from
this horrible ball, with its laughter and
fierce gayety, and venomous tongues, hid
den behind every musk. Deep in her agi
tated thoughts, Audrey had hurried on
unconsciously. She left the ball room
behind her. She had followed along the
path in which Miss Fairfax had set
her first. She scarcely realized that she
was alone, she had no desire for the
girl's companionship. All at once she came
to a standstill.
What forms were those just before her,
half hidden by a rustic garden house?
Her eyes were blinded for an instant,
then she saw 'quite clearly. That was
Sheila Fraser's face; she had taken ofl
her mask, and the far-away lights shone
on It, and touched the red gold of bei
hair with a shimmering glory; and that
tall, strong figure in the gray domino I
Ah, did she not know that only too well?"
With sickening pain Audrey noted the
attitude of those two; how Sheila's white
hands were clinging to the man's strong
ones; and then, as though to confirm the
truth, to allow of no remaining donbt,
Audrey saw the girl's head, with its
wealth of ruddy gold hair, rest against
the man's breast. She caught the mur
mur of a man's voice, and then the an
swer that Sheila gave, clear and shrill at
a bell, "Oh, Jack! Jack! my darling!"
and then, with a cry of despair, she turn
ed and sped away—on, on, unheeding,
unconscious, till suddenly her strength
went and she stumbled against something
or some one, and she knew no more.
(To he fMtliniAl
Went to tfes Right Plane.
An American whose business fre
quently takes him to London tells ol
an amusing conversation between the
driver and conductor of a public 'but
In that city.
The 'bui was fairly crowded, so ta«
American climbed to the top, where
shortly after taking his seat, be ob
served a pert n in peculiar garb, with
a red tnrban. There was a bnden sky
overhead and i slow, drizzling rain,
such weather as Is the rule rather than
the exception In the British metropolis.
As the conduc: >r came to the top the
red-turbaned person, evidently an In
dlan Parsee, got down.
"Wot sort of a chap Is that?" asked
the driver of the conductor.
"I fancies that 'e's one of them fel
lers that worships the sun."
"Worships the sun, eh!" repeated the
driver, with a shiver. "Then I suppose
he comes over 'ere to 'ave a rest"—
DrswJns the Line.
The Cook—Ol'm afther glvln' ye« no
tice tbot Ol'm goln't' lave, ma'am.
The Mistress —Wliy, what's the trou
ble, Jane? Are you dissatisfied with
your work or your wages?
The Cook—No, ma'am, me work's asy
an' me wages Is a pllnty, but Ol'll not
sthand fer so many av thlm dudes a
callln' on yer daughter.
The Mistress—But they do not Inter
fere with you, do they?
The Cook —No, ma'am. But 01* m
afraid payple will be afther tblnkln'
some av thlm Is a-callin* on me, ma'am.
Rare of It.
Tourist—Wasn't there a great battle
bought about here?
Village Dame—Ab, I do mind It
when I were a gell, I do. They was—
Tourist —But. my good woman, that
was nearly 000 years ago!
Village Dame (unabashed) —Dear,
dosr I How time do fly!— Punch.
The New Damarer.
"I heard that Deacon Thompson bad
a narrow escape from being bit on ths
head by a meteor."
"Meteor! Nothing of the sort It
was a piece of slag that setue fool
aeronaut was using for ballast"—
Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Chaplelgh—l was—aw—out late
lawst night and the—aw—wesult was
I had a bead on me this mawulng.
Miss Canstlque—Well, If I were you
I'd stay out late every night
Queen Margherlta of Italy has ths
finest collection of pearls la the world.
She la a great automobile enthusiast
and eaa drive her own machine.
THE DESERTED &ANDWICH.
It Had tbe Fatal Gift of Beantr and
It W«i Coveted by Blanr*
"Don't leave your sandwich up there
on tbe advertising boarda," said Tom
my's mother; "the train will come
along soon and you will forget It."
But Tommy did not heed the warn
ing, the train came and went away
with Tommy and his mother and tbe
others, bound for Coney Island, and
tho sandwich remained, says tbe New
It was a remarkably neat package
for a sandwich. Lying there on top of
tbe advertising boarda It looked as If
It had been done up by a Jeweler, so
rectangular was It and so precisely
were the ends of ths wrapper folded
An elderly man stood near by read
ing his newspaper. He had beard the
talk about tbe sandwich and he noted
that the event bad turned out as Tom
my's mother had predicted.
A young girl came up tbe stairs and
walked along tbe platform. She saw
the neat package and looked froan It
toward the man. He drew a step near
er to It glanced at It us If to assure
himself that It was still there, and re
sumed reading his paper.
Several passengers alighted from the
next train, and as tbey passed the
sandwich most of them saw It and the
man and tried to decide whether It be
longed to him. One young fellow stroll
ed back, after going as far as the door
of the waiting room, and walked slowly
up and down the platform.
The elderly man stepped to the edge
of the platform and looked along the
track, as If to see whether the train
was coming. Just as he turned to take
bis former position he saw the young
man lingering close to the sandwich.
He cleared his throat with a loud
"Ahem 1" and rested his arm on tbe ad
vertising bonrds a few feet away from
the package. The young man took the
next train that came along.
A large woman rigged out In clothes
that she evidently thought w£re Just
tbe thing hurried up the stairs and was
rushing toward the train that had Just
come In. Her eye caught the package,
with its Jewelry store appearance, anil
she did not enter the train.
She looked up and down tbe track
and glanced toward the sandwich, and
from It toward the man. lie folded
his paper, put his reading glasses In
his pocket and again stepped to tbe edge
of the platform and looked along tbe
The woman eyed him and tbe pack
age alternately. The roar of a train
was beard. As It slowed down ths
man, all unmindful of the package, hur
ried toward one of tho car gated The
man stood on the car platform as the
train moved out
By leaning outward as the train
rushed away he could watch the pack
ago long enongh to sea the largo wom
an grab it from the top of the sign
boards, thrust It under her summer
wrap and hurry down tho platform
stairs faster than she came up. Quite
naturally he smiled.
A Wardrobe In • Hat.
Grandfather Do Voe la an artist who
appreciates line millinery. His young
married daughter, however, was prac
tising domestic economy, when a bat
a beautiful' creation In real lace, ar
rived for little Ellse from her devoted
grandparent, whose eye had sur
rendered to this bit of baby apparel
the moment he saw It In a department
"That hat Is too extravagant for this
family," remarked the young mother.
"I'll take It back and see what I can
A few days later the grandfather
called to aee tbe baby In the now hat.
"Do let me see how she looks In It"
bo said. "And bow did you Ilka It?"
"Very mnch, father, thank yon. They
gave ma two bats, two drosses, a
sweater, and thlrty-nlna cents la
change for It"
Polities In Doasentle Life.
A story Is told of a Bradford County
politicise (the ebarp and shifty kind)
who waa urged by his wife to hoe the
garden. He coulda't thlak of soy very
good reason, so he went at It Boon
be came la with a Oliver quarter he
said he had found. He waahed It put
It In hie pocket and went back. In a
few minutes he showed up with another
coin, thla time a half dollar. Ha eald
there muat be a burled treasure la that
garden. He unearthed a couple of
dlmea and another quarter. Being
very tired, he announced his Intention
of taking a nap, and duly went to sleep.
When he awoke his wife had a daager
ona and steely glint In her aye, but tho
gatdaa was sll hoed. It Is mistrusted
that ahe had hoed while ho slept aad
that she had failed to And any burled
treasure. —Milton Standard.
Within tho last few years a revola
tlen has beea accomplished at Oxford
which ought really to affect tho mind
iOf tho nation more than tho difference
between Lord Curson and Lord Roee
bery. A text-book has been discarded
which was already venerable for Ita an
tiquity at tbe beginning of the Chris
tian era. Needless to say, wa are re
ferrlag to Euclid's "Elements." For
what other text-book ever bad such a
run as that? It has been accepted ever
[Since Its publication, which was In the
reign of the first Ptolemy (B. C. 823-
285). No writer has ever become so
Identified with a science as Euclid with
geometry. Tbe nearest approaches are
to be found In the relation of Aristotle
to logic and of Adam Smith to politi
cal economy.—London Spectator.
It's very, very easy to «o foolish.
Better watch out
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Piaas oflfarsea | r . , I j
Thers ire decided contrasts In the
treatment of "man's best friend" In
European countries. On a recent visit
to the continent, writes Samuel Walter
In Pennsylavnla Grit, one of the llrst
sights that greeted us after landing,
was a big vegetable cart drawn by two
hard working dogs without the slight
est assistance from the men who walk
ed beside It But we found before we
had traveled through many European
countries that this was only a small
portion of the hard work that Is re
quired of them. The pet dogs of the
United States are considered wonder
fully "cute" and smart when they can
be trained to draw light carts until
tired of the novelty. What would these
children think of a dog that will pa
tiently work all day long, drawing
heavy loads In big carts over sto.iy
roads obeying every word of their mas
ters, and never otTerlng the slightest
objection to the hardest kind of work?
That Is the way the "working dogs" of
Europe are trained.
It seems pitiful to the tourist who Is
unaccustomed to tlio sight, to watch
the patient, untiring work of the faith
ful animals. But the clogs do not seem
to mind It. Tlicy do not know anything
better. Their fathers and mothers be
fore them spent their lives In hard
work, and they submit to their lot from
tiny puppyhood. when they trot beside
their mothers, and become nccustonied
to the chains and straps of their future
These dogs which nre known as
"working dogs," are of no particular
breed, but they are always large and
strong looking. They are trained to all
kinds of work, and are found In many
countries of Europe. In France and
Belgium they nre usnally found In the
greatest numbers on the streets, pulling
the heavy "push carts," although they
nre quite as frequently trained to per
form certain household tasks, like
churning, etc.. that can be worked by
machinery with the dogs to furnish the
In Holland the dogs are not only used
to pull the carts and for other street
work, but they are also found along the
canals pulling the heavy canal boats;
Just as the strong mules and horses do
In tills country. Usually there are two
big dogs attached to the rope of the ca
nal boat, but I have seen a single dog
on the tow path, tugging with all his
strength to pull a big boat, with a won/'
an and several children on the boat and
the man walking beside the dog, keep
ing him up to his hard work, but sel
dom lending a hand. In this country
the S. P. C. A.'s would get after such
bard hearted masters.
But I have seen other dogs that re
ally seem to enjoy their work, and
their eyes will sparkle and their talis
wag with delight at a word of praise
from their masters. The dogs that pnll
the numerous carts through the streets
of Belgium and Holland are "geared
np" In many curious ways. Some of
the carts have shafts like a wagon and
are Intended for only one dog. When
the load Is extra heavy, another single
tree ar whtffletree Is attached at one
side, with an extra dog hitched to this.
I have seen a big push cart with sev
eral heavy trunks upon It, drawn by a
single dog. The master usually walks
la front, and taking hold of the shafts
guides the cart and holds It In posi
tion, but seldom does any of the pull
ing. This Is done by the big dog fasten
ed underneath with the straps attach
ed to the center of the cart. For the
vegetable push carts, which are much
the same as those of the United States,
the dogs are also geared to the center
of the cart, underneath, but back to
tbelr master, who holds the bandies of
ths cart and guides and pushes It as
thty do here; except that they do very
Besides the hard work at carting,
etc., these faithful creatures also make
excellent watch dogs. The owners of
the carta can leave their produce, etc.,
to go Into the houses, or wherever they
please, while the growling dogs will
drive sway any one who attempt! to
approach the cart.
TRANSPLANTING A HUGH TREB.
Tew That Mar Bo TOO Years Old
Moved s Mile and a Annrter.
Perhaps tho moat ambitious attempt
at transpiantatioa on record has Just
beea made st Frankfort on the Main,
Germany, and the results are being
eagerly watched by botanists, says the
New York Sun. Tho oldest yew tree In
Germany, perhaps In tbe world, has
been removed from tbe old Botanical
garden, which the municipality la about
to uss for some other purpose, to the
saw one. Tbe distance traversed was
about a mile and a quarter.
The tree was moved not on account
of any speclsl scientific value, but for
sentimental reasons. Its age Is esti
mated by some authorities at 700 yeara,
and It seemed a sort of sacrilege to cut
It down without an effort to save It.
Preparations for tbe removal were
begun three years ago under direction
of expert botanists. The principal op
eration was the clipping off of the ten
drils of the loots to a radius of sbout
six foot This was gradually done, a
few at a time, so that the tree might
accustom Itself to their loss. About tbe
end of last May tbe colossal task of
lifting the tree from Its bed and placing
It on a buge wagon constructed for tbe
purpose was begun.
A sort of crate was built about the
roots with the earth clinging to them
as fast as they were laid bare, the
tree being kept erect by guy ropes.
When this was finished it was slowly
pushed along skids to the wain, which
was located In a trench, so that lt»
floor was about on a level with the bot
tom of the crate.
The crate was about thirteen feet
square and six feet deep. The tree 1»
about sixty feet tall and some of the
lower branches had to be pruned to*
i:eep them from damaging the roofs of
houses along the way. The weight of
the tree and Its packing was estimated
at 00,000 pounds, and to carry It th»
truck weta made of enormous strength.
It was decided that it would be im
practicable to put the wagon on
.is each one would have to carry a.
weight of 25,000 pounds, or more than.
German locomotive wheels are tested
for. Besides It was figured that less
damage would be done to the road by
using rollers of American hickory. lu.
places where sewers or other pipes'
were underground heavy timber beams
were arranged to take the weight of
the rollers for fear the conduits would
The mechanical part of the trans
plantation was carried out triumphant
ly. The tree Is still propped up In its
new location lest the wind should blow
it over before it gets a solid hold on
the earth. It is watched and watered
from day to day. It is not certain yet
whether it will accustom itself to its
new home, but there are great hopes
that it will.
PLAIN TALKS WITH WOMEN.
Life la to Many I'emona a Matter of*
Is life a matter of sacrifice, asks.
Louise Satterthwaite In the Philadel
Many very worthy people, having
gone through life and endured their
share of Its trials and misfortunes, at
tune tbtflr minds to the sombre key,
and go softly the rest of their days;
subdued and depressed, they dare not
lift their eyes above the earth level
of their sorrows; patient. It la true,
but undeniably mournful, they round
out the years of their pilgrimage.
Not that they are altogether to b»
blamed for this frame of" mind. When,
one has been beaten and buffeted and.
used despitefnlly It is not to be won
dered at that one comes to be very
much afraid of what the next day
shall bring forth.
But bounding youth knows naught' .
of this submission, and to make Its
kiss the rod, so to speak, when to It
no rod Is visible, far or near, la to
breed up a spirit of Impatience, not
to say revolt
We often behold an elderly aunt or
perhaps a patient and devoted father
or mother trying to make var!oua>
young hopefuls see that they are prison
ers In a vale of teara, and that under
all chastenlngs they must try to be
quiet and bumble; but young Hopeful
finds It all very much of a bore, long*
to be away to kick free heels In a very
good and Joyous world of green fields
and still waters, and will have none
To preach that life la a matter of
eternal sacrifice to the exuberant one
of youth and health la to ahake tlwlr
faith In or doctrine aa well aa sanity.
Religion, It la true, helps ua to bear
sorrow; bat to apeak only of this side
of It la to make of It a matter of gloom,
which Is easily an Injustice to the sub
ject and a thing which will do It more
harm than good.
Youth ahould hear rather of the doe
trine of that love which showers Joy
and happlneaa. Let the matter of sor
row be left always In the background
until the sad Inevitable time come*
when It must needs I* Inevitably faced.
Too sadly often la It true that life
cornea to be a matter of aacrifice sooner
or later; but when It comes It la time
enough to think of It or speak of It or
preach resignation to It
Nat Ukt a Viaw.
"Have you Interviewed that female
"1 have tried to."
"Yes, but she refuses to talk."
"Refuses to talk! Head your article
'Man la Disguise,' and make It three
columns on the first page."—Houston
"Do you think they approved of my
sermon?" ssked the newly appointed
rector, hopeful that be had made a
good Impression on hts parishioners.
"Yes, I think so," replied his wife;
"they were all nodding."
Marriage, I'm told. Is a lottery—
To m< the saying's tame;
I think, forsooth, more often It
Is Just s bunks game.
Never get Into an argument over re
ligion with anyone of whom you may
some day want n favor.
Extremes of U«it uiuke more liars
than profit and gain.