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the: thistle blossom.
Th following b'-nutifu! tribute to the n
Joual fut.i'iii of Aul.t i-f tUul In from tUn
l-'ii of l.!iHim H. huitlh, olio of the kUi1
wrltnr whom ('lmrmlnjt viirnfH ofn-ti Kr."el
lh ptti;,, f our Amxrii'Mii niutulii' ovur
UJ ji it ag, I,) ius HuotlUh Ainrli'iiu:
In r bmiutiful nmu.low, diilutlly prml
Viihi clovr M'mi.uim, whlto iiiul
4ml nwiw-t wild Hmw'th of vnrli-J Uua,
Att ugly tub-tin (beiriU (I too
lu tlio 11 ft mimiiior air,
'UproHo Its rudti furm o'er tho frurant ani
Many a golden butterfly
Caine, lue a siiiiIumiiu, boviHlnir nigh,
Ati-1 oiif, UiM brttjIitiiHt of all Inn r.
I'ulJoJ Lis wlin; 111 that perilous plilOO.
Why i!i I lot no,
Thin gully ilri'BMiMl beau,
'Ta a flower ttiHt wu m iudJ like a deadly foe'
.A little RrounJ-pnrrow, flitting near,
iiaot; uloud lu tho btiUertly'N ritr,
ui kindly wurimd him to haniea away
Wintvlug tlis words la his tuaoful lay
"Koolinh onn, He!
Or hioq you wilt bo
J'iercol thro' by tbo.iu eouutleM thorns you
Iau-Buttorfly never liodod tho sons
for no Jb'klu a wuoor Inn courtship was
Acdtba vry moment ho took hi.-i flight,
A honey boo cuiue, with a hum of doilght.
Aud, hid iu; LU humi
lu thill tuurn-fcUimlt'd bod
forgot the iloh elovor nil uruuud him
Tho pparrow h.xus lu ft louder strain
Ills frioudly non;r of wiLrrjinjr aain;
Hut, though its uotrs wem bnmihud so near,
Tho Leo Waa too busy to heml or to hoar
With ihlrstng lip
Ho coutiuuod to sip,
Till bonvy with wealth wiw his goldon hip.
Ah, the butterfly know, and so did tho be,
Not all tiwot't flowers aro fiilrefit to neo;
Aud though the thlstlo was homely and
Yet tho liurt of Its b onsoiu had honey
Noma for tho nir,
And plenty for lly aud boo to share.
How oft is it thus, in tho bowors of earth,
With human blossoms of lowly binli;
Their garb may bo rude, aud ihoir forms un
Yet their spirits onsbrino tho sweotnoss of
tVhnu such you spy,
Oh pass thorn uot by
"With haughty stop and averted eyo,
But pause to speak in a kiudly strain,
A tocompeusu sweot you will surely gain.
HO W HE CAME
When Horace Leonard told his only
-con to "go West, young man, go
West," he felt like adding the rest of
tlie formula, 'and grow up with the
country," for Adrian Leonard had not
yet grown up In the sense of being
cither mature in judgment or per
sonality. Ills . father wa3 broad
shouldered and athletic, but Adrian's
shoulders sloped like a pair of shears,
llis complexion va3 fair as a girl's
and his brown hair curledi in rings
.over a well-poised, shapely head.
. You ought to have been a girl," his
'father "would say in derision, "as .a
f Eirl you might have been a success."
"But I am only a boy," Adrian would
.- answer sweetly, exasperating his
father still more by his ready ac
quiescence in the inevitable.
"And you will be a boy all your life,"
Mr. Leonard would respond with too
vevldent disdain of such a specimen of
Then Adrian evolved the popular
idea that a toughening process would
devlop a higher type of manhood, and
e became a weak roysterer. He re
fused to work or to make any practi
cal use of a fairly good education, and
spent his allowance in princely prodi
gality. Then his father tightened the
purse strings, read the boy a lecture,
In which he recounted all the disagree
able truths he knew, sent him west and
washed his hands of him, in spite of
the pleadings of Adrian'3 mother that
ho would give him one more trial.
Adrian Leonard traveled three days
and nights duo west, when his money
Legan to give out, and he found him
self nearly destitute in the depot of a
small town, where people looked so
much like those he had left back in the
east that he felt at homo, especially as
neither cowboys nor buffalos were
running wild In the streets. Leaving
Lis trunk to be called for, he took
a, stroll through the stroots, past hotel3
and pretentious stores, looking for a
.cheap hoarding place and getting an
idea of how the land lay. The grime
cf dust and travel had improved him
already. He looked more manly in
the cheap business suit in which ho
-was beginning tho world than in his
university togs, and he no longer
talked with a drawl, the saving grace
vcf poverty making itself visible.
Climbing a picturesque hiil of this
prairie town he saw a carriage lead of
people coming down. Some gay sum
mer girls were laughing and talking.
and looked at him prettily as he lifted
is hat. Only one bowed in recogni
tion of the courtesy, and she neither
laughed nor looked amused. She was
driving and the sun was shining in her
eyes, and Adrian thought her a3 hand
eome as any eastern belle he had ever
"She probably took me for a tramp,"
tic Eaid to ti:.i3elf, hut something he
jri In fu r fa'-o atrr uijt!iicJ aul ta-
At tho top of tho hin ntood a larj-o
frame buildlni? with many wlulowu.
lu onn of th'so wa a bIjju.
Must Come Well UocoinmendM.
Adrian BtoppeJ anl rf-a-1 it, then en
tered the plain. It happ-ued to Lo
a candy factory, and it employed a
hundred girls. To Adrian's cia-barra.sf-ed
cyrs they counted douhlo
that number. Hu lr.ul climbed to the
top floor v.h-re they worked in the bis;
room, and they all Btarel at him. He
ftddrraseil one who seemed to be fore
woman. "You advertise In the window fur a
The girl laughed, then said to the
one neirest her: "Tell the boss thero'a
a boy hiire." Then to Adrian: "Have
you brought references from your last
"I will answer those questions to
the right person," ho answered with
a grave dignity which had a good effect
on the girls. They stopped gigglins
and staring to resume their work.
Adrian was both surprised and
pleased when he 6aw In the "boss" a
young man of his own age, who in his
turn asked where was the "boy," and
on Adrian's application for the place
took him off at once to the board den
he called his office. There, with the
freemasonry of youth and comrade
ship, the two exchanged confidences,
and the bos3 of the candy factory said:
"It really 6eems quite providential
the way you drifted in here. I have
a chance to go railroading, and as soon
as you master the situation you can
have my place. It's a windfall for us
"What am I to learn?" asked Adrian
with somo anxiety.
'To pay the girl3 and keep their time.
Tho candy boilers are in another build
ing and have a foreman. It Isn't too
easy to make all those young thing3
mind and keep their good will, but you
must be firm and dignified as a parson.
Tho man who owns the business is an
eastern man, and you must make your
report every week to him. Himjlv
spend their summers hereT and his
daughter, with some of her friends,
was here just before'you came."
"Oh, wa3 she driving?" asked Adrian.
"Yes. Then you have seen her?
Isn't she a picture? I tell you, the
girls up her adore her. Mabelle Gra
ham, that's her name, but she's Miss
Graham to us. Sweet as she look.?,
she stands you off it's a way she has."
A month later Adrian Leonard was
bos3 of the Albion candy factory, and
the novelty of the position held him
like a charm. Something else held
him. He knew the lady of his dreams
to whom he had lifted his hat on that
first day of his new life, and) he had
hung hi3 head in shame when Bhe had
asked him what he had accomplished
in hi3 first quarter-century of existence.
But he had honestly told her of his
wasted opportunities, laying tho blame
where it belonged on himself.
When young For, the former bos3
of the candy factory, gave his position
over to Leonard he had also given him
some good advice.
"Buy a dog and gun and keep out in
tho open. No Princeton graduate
should have musc!e3 as soft as yours.
Expand, man, expand. The air of the
west is a wonderful tonic."
He had followed Ford's advice and
gained fifteen pounds. His work as
superintendent of the factory gave
satisfaction to his employer and to
himself, but he looked forward to the
higher position promised by Ford, to
which this present one wa3 a stepping
stone. He sent letter3 home with the
stamp of the candy firm on the paper.
His father suggested the use of blank
envelopes In future.
"No," he wrote back, "I am not
ashamed of a business that has made a
man of me, If my friends are they
must drop me, that's all." That was
his first step toward the higher life.
Andl one morning a few months later
he received the coveted intelligence
that a position in railroad service was
to be offered him. He sat with Ford's
cheerful letter in his hand, and, look
ing over the great floor of the factory
where the neat, smiling girls were at
tentively pursuing their work, he
wondered if he wa3 sorry to leave
them. They had become hi3 royal sub
jects, and she, Mabelle Graham, was
his friend. But for her sake he wanted
to accomplish something heroic and
there was more chance in railroad
Still looking at the letter he noticed
how hot and yeilow the glare of the
sun had become, and wondered what
the crackling sound overhead meant.
Then he sprang to his feet.
"Girls!" he called in a firm voice,
"there's a circus coming into town
you can hear the band. Take a half
hour and hurry out to see it. Don't
wait for wraps. Go, go!"
His voice was breaking." But it was
true, a circus was passing, and his
quick wit had seized the opportunity.
He had never joked with the girls and
had demanded absolute obedience, and
wondering perhaps at the unusual
privilege accorded them, they hurried
out, their young feet tripping merrily
down the long staircases keeping time
to the merry music cn the street.
Adrian saw that the Inst ore was c ! : r
of the b'liiain?. then 1 f"--- r
tut !. h' Th n.;.f tf.it La 1 Un
hliizing ovir f 1: r tiurtirjbHo'U !"; !l
fell in, burying l:!r:i beneath. L"v;,-j
hands fo'iii rescued Liu, but rn'ifjlatej,
Lurried Leyrnd hn;i of pvovcry.
lbi lived lunx crniuyh to Kiy to It
ns fcho Laudaije'l his KU!itlefa eyes and
dropped froothins? lean on his palbt
face, while whimpering wuribi (f hopo
"It l.i better m. Tell fhent fit homo
that If I lived Ilk" a buy. I died liko
a man. Keep me niar you always."
And that wai how he earuo into his
kingiJom. Mrs. M. I Hayne, in tho
THE ART OF THE SHORT STORY.
Its Supreme Advantage Over ths
While the novel has its own proper
place, cf courrc, It may well bo con
tended, says a writer in Sunset Maga
zine, that the Fhort story is tho trua
form of prose fiction as an art; it be
Ing th only form which may bo read
through d!r'(:tly without a consider
able paii30 Intervening to break tho
continuity of the impression. And
even if, as it may bo urged, cno were
to read a novel through without stop
ping, the work itself, if long. Is neces
sarily broken into a string of episodes.
Thug tho short story has, what tho
novel cannot have, "totality." Great
conciseness, whicn i3 frequently lack
ing in the novel, is tho prime virtue in
tho short story; go it may be urged
that even as a form in which the fu
ture novelist shall serve hl3 appren
ticeship, the short story is encrmouslj
In American and Franco the short
story is a permanent institution. As
to the quality of those produced by tho
Americans, one has but to pick up a
copy cf any of cur better magazines to
diocover what careful work is bo
stowed upon them, and to be con
vinced of their general excellence.
The whole trend of French thought be
ing toward compression in expression,
that language is especially fitted for
this form, and one cannot do better
than to take as a subject for study in
construction such as master as Mau
passant, for instance.
A Remarkable Canary. -
Mr. George Hensohel of Kensington,
Loncxm, gives the fo'.owing apparently
trustworthy account of a very remark
able musical performance by a canary.
"My sister," Professor Grosse of
Brunswick, possesses an old bullfinch
which pipes, among other tunes, 'God
Save the King' beautifully, even em
bellishing it now and then wfth some
charming little grace notes. For some
time he was the only bird in the
house, until about a year ago my sister
received the present of a canary bird,
a lovely but untrained songster, sing
ing, as they say in Germany, 'as his
beak was grown.'
"Tho cage3 containing tho two birds
stood in two adjoining rooms. At
first one of the birds would be silent
when the other was singing. Gradual
ly, however, the young canary bird
commenced to imitate the tune of the
bullfinch, trying more andl more of it
at a time, until after nearly a year'3
study he had completely mastered it..
and could pipe it quite independently
by himself. As I said before, this in
a canary bird, though a rare accomp
lishment, i3 nothing very extraordinary
or unheard of. Now, however, I come
to my point. What I am going to re
late seems to me so wonderful that I
should consider it absolutely incredi
ble had I not, with my own ears heard
it, not once, but dozens of times with
in the few days of my visit. When the
bullfinch, as . sometimes happened,
would after the first half of the tune,,
6top a little longer than the rhythm;
of the melody warranted, the canary
would take up the tune where the
bullfinch had stopped and properly
finish It." New York Commercial
This is the picture- season and many
of the minor men axe; holding more or
less successful little shews in .he gaUe
ries of the dealers. C-tteof these Is ex
ceptionally lucky. A friend who dropped
in to the gallery raaticed that every
single one of the pktnres had the-sale-mark
upon it. congratulated tin
artist on his good fortune. "They ara
all sold to the same man," replied thu
artist in a whisper. "Well, L suppose
ycu are hard at work now, following
it up," suggested the friend. 'Tru
doing all I can before he comes oirt of
the asylum," said the artist. London
Russianizing the German Army.
The German Emperor has ordered
that throughout the German army tha
tunic is to be replaced by the Russian
blouse In gray cloth. Thl3 order ex
cepts the army in Bavaria, which, by
the treaty of Versailles. keep3 in
His Bad Attack.
When a young man gets rid of the
idea that he can write poetry he has
I a bad attack of going in for a public
career. New York Press.
always gsts up on its fore-
- ' . ; - o . f . -i . I
A Strange Cat Tale.
An Ant'!r cut "ftt quietly lu hi In
-ofMliitf hU iiut? InOr Uh H i-tttiiiHxnt,
Then, b-Ht h buubl iuUr from tin pow
Ho throw uu b! flro iiut!ii-r catalog.
Next lis took a cutsup from 1a piwtr U-H",
'Jheii nhook up bin eutorpibur lu hi el'
cradle. llo tl"d 'iimtih UU chin hi ruffled olKhtcsp,
Aud ourltd bltiif It up lor bnppy citi-uip.
Curoln V'tlUt, lu Youih'n Cuuipaul on.
A Bird and a Snake.
Many a clever expedient Is witnesd
Ly tho naturalist who wins his way
behind the scenes, so to Kpeak, in tho
world of wild bird and beast. Ono well
known to nature lovers wa3 recently
watching the manoeuvres of a road
runner, a large Cullfornlan bird, much
prized betause, like the secretary bird,
of India, of its enmity toward venom
ous snakes. The Lird attracted a rat
tlesnake's attention by fluttering above
and around it until it colled in defence.
Then the bird secreted itseif behind a
branch of prickly cactus, and, showing
its bill, tempted the rattler to strike.
The snalfe tried to dart through the
cactus, aud in its writhing was covered
from head to tail with the barbed, te
nacious spines that merely ruffied the
bird's feathers. In .this state It wa3
easy prey, but after killing it by suc
cessive hard pecks on the head the
read runner carefully pulled out every
cactus Eplne before It made a meal of
the mangled body.
A Word to Boys.
You aro made to be kind, boys, gen
If there is a boy in school who has
a clubfoot, don't let him know you ever
If there Is a poor boy with ragged
clothes, don't talk about rag3 In his
If there is a lame hoy, assign him
some part in the game that doesn't re
If there is a hungry one, give him
part of your dinner.
If there is a dull one, help him learn
If there i3 a bright one, bo not en
vious of him; for if one boy is proud
of his talents and another is envious
of them, there are two great wrongs
and no more talent than before.
If a larger or stronger boy hes In
jured you and is sorry for it, forgive
him. All the school will show by their
countenances how much better it is
than to have a great fuss. Horace
What made the quail quail? For fear
the woodpecker would peck her.
What made the tart tart? Because
she didn't want to let the baker bake
Feet they have hut they walk not?.
Eyes they have, but they see not?
Teeth they have, but they chew not?
Noses they have, but they smell not?
Mouths they have, but they taste
Hands have they, but they handle
Ears have they, but they hear not?.
Tongues 'have they, but they talk
Why is a solar eclipse like a moth
er whipping, her son? It is a-hiding of.
Why is Canada like courtship? Be
cause it borders cn the Unitod States..
Why is a dirty boy like flannel? Be
cause he shrinks from washing.
Why is "I" th luckiest cS all vow
els? Because ft is in the centre o
A Deg3 Strange Charges.
A citizen of South McAlester, I.. T...
Is the owner of a remark.Jiy smart dog
called Sunbearo. Sunbeam is a water
spaniel about two years, old, and- has
always been x great pet in the house
hold. About six weeks; ago a brr?od of
chickens were hatched,, their raothejr
dying sooq after. Sunbeam at. oncio
begaa to manifest great interest fcn the
littlw orphans and took them irj. eharg.
At first its owner was afraid fee- would
injure them, but. he would hark and
carry on so that h was at last given
the whole charge of them a.ci his joy
kaew do bounds. No Strang?? dares to
louch his newiy adopted chUdroa and
ill day he follows them from place
to place all over the yard If one of
them happens 1o wander ef a short
distance from the rest he ja uneasy un
til it is back again. At night the lit
tle chicks find a roosting place in Sun
beam's shaggy coat, and if they are not
all to ted by a certain time Sunbeam
goes after the tardy ones. Ths tiny
chicks seem to realize that Sunbeam is
their protector, and will peep, long and
loud if they lo. sight cf b!m. They are
I thriving under SuntM-m's cars lust as
WCll 113 If their li UUi"!- Vi f, allv.-
New York V:;in,erJul AUvuitlr,
Uncle tzm't Deacon Ll;hti. J
r.vtry n j k 1 : t I'r.clij t'.u.i Hibti ,.'
firm in 12or Unhthou.ii h, l.:.u-ot;a an J
buoys. Over hU tlirk o-i i.i thej
shlrio to welcome end guld thJ ihip
of till tho world. They nam? lu U!an i
Ktatea on eiry rher when vti-e'.
float. They beckon tti tl.'inil' Inf.
steamboat of the mighty MU.i..!tpi.
They are t-acied fires uiueeiV Who
ever might meddle with a l.'nitol
Slates light, or et up a faI.- light
would le liabh? to Ir..prl: tanine-it for'
Uncle tm'a Lghts are dwlded Into
fitur great ilas-ua. Lending then all
ar-i tho p.iniary Mmcoast Hthts, 'hat
Fend out immense lini3. many of
which tan 1 w-a sixteen mile. at
In the floeoiKl diss aro th tet I
iO pevoiKl cu!3 aro tn Bet
caeoast lights aud lak ('''
Though ib-y are calkU VvtA
ond :lasa" tt dlstir-gulsh thet.t from
the flivt class mounter !i,;hH, they are
tho finest li;hts In the world, eo nailed
only ly a few famoim lights ( a the
Uritlsli and French cixiits.
Tho third claw is made up of light
ve.wls, the strangely shaped, sturdy
ships with bnsket-wor'x like fiat netal
disks on the tops: of their stump mast
these dlaka are the day slgna.13 anif
the big lights, mostly electric, are
hauled uy the masts, ty wire cable
In the fourth class c.1 lights, Uncle
Sam baa grouped hin sound, bay, river
and harbor- lights. They are of all.
kinds. Some of thum are big light
houses. Others are lanterns fed with,
oil. and BU&perided from mere poles set,
on banks or In shallow waters.
The most lnterestintz, and impres
sive of these lights are the huge float
Ing metal buuys that ec filled with oil .
or ga3 enough to keep rh light burn
ing for two months without needing
The lights on these Unuys are never
extinguished. They burn Cay and
night Lt is theaper a;: I better to let
them burn constantly after the buoy
has been filled, than it would be to go
out each morning anc extinguish th
light and each, night V re-kindle it, t
for some of them lie far away from ,
ehore and mmt ot them, lie in danger-'
Among the finest oi! the American
lights are thw two that hum 128 feet
above the sea in two gwat towers on
Cape Elizabrth. at Casco Bay in
Maine. One of these is a steady white
beam.. The other shows, a steady beam
varied, by a white fiasli that appears
once every minute. T.!m two lights
can be seen 17 1-4 miles out at seai
Cape Anrc has two lights that aire
set- so high, above the ocaa that they
eaa. Le seen even farther away, ships
having sighted the pure white rays
lb miles at pea.
The Cape Cod light wftich flashes out
a: dazzling beam every fcve seconds ha3 ;
been seen 20 miles at sea in clear
A beautiful light Is; the one at
Head, on the Massachusetts coast.
visible 19 miles away aud it sends out
a- great flash every ten seconds. Three -times
it flashes white. Then a deep,
fiery red flash shoots over the water..
Them come three white flashes again.
and. eo. on, as regular as the finest
But the mightiest of them all
great Navesink light that towers
the high land at the entrance to
York harbor. It stands 246 feet above
seat level, and every five seconds flashes
a white electric beam more powerful
than most searchlights. Fifteen miles
away, its glare blinds the beholder. In
ordinary weather it is visible 22 lt4
milsa at sea and the sailors have'e
ported that they saw the flash on
sky 35 miles and even DO miler away
fruta land. New York Press.
The Pirate's Lair.
Now we are- approaching the?ountry'
of the pirates. The bayou ranches
and branches again, and at one fork
in?; place them Is a high sh.ol mound,.
an3 about it3 foot a modest extent of
land that rises always well: ahove tie
water. Hero in the old C&yfx was I
fitte'B chtef, distributing poibt By,
iozen rotiittre contraband' ould be
brought from the gulf to onecf the oy
press-sha4fd jasses that lead hithtr
And from here to the portages loa.'U" -
into New Orleans th way was s,
to follow, and easy to gard. 1,
was t&e palace royal of the buccaneer
chief , . From here- to the Giif. Q.
Mexito extended the ru;le of laf.Ka.,
The sholl heaps were his stations-.. 'Che
higher land was setUod by rj3; fol
lowers. The bayous were his, rentes
of travels aiKl placos of hiding-,, v i
piracy erased with the battle e-2 ,
roetto ti3 people improved ttj p,;aiitv'
tions that existed, and mt:de uw ones
on. erery bit of land that res high
enough for tilling. . . It U S3 miles,
by the most direct baycu route front
this point to Grande Terre, on the guli
ccast. Yet over the wholsj persists v'
porsonalUy of Jean Lafitte. It is
strong character. One who has vU
ed Mount Vernon fcel3 that Waxh ins
ton sti'.l lives. At Mcnllceilo cue tni.i
Thomas Jefferson allvo m tho tradi
tions that connect him with every ob
ject. So !ive3 Lafitte cr. Bttrstaria
' baycu 3 and on Parata-ia Bay. -Leo-.
: r.! !c3 Jl-Jbhard. Jr.. In ths AtlunUc, .