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GARNER. THE BEAUTIFUL.
Xternar the beautiful a you eo;
Wait not tor a time of leisure:
The hours of toll way bt lone and alow,
And the momenta few of Dleasure.
Cat beauty strays by tha Common ways.
Ana caua u ins cuuen Deinir;
Then let not thine ear oe deaf to hear.
Or this eye be slow In seeing.
JCInd nature calls from her varied hats
"I will aire you balm for sadness':"
Jt the sunset's gleam and the laugh of the
Awaken thoughts of gladness "
af a bird should pour his sons; by thy door,
ii wj oan respond witn singing;
The winds and the trees bar harmonies
That may set thy Joy-bella rlngin.
Xause oft by'a flower in 1U leafy bower, '
And feast thine eye on its beauty:
A queen hath bliss no rarer than this,
- Tis thy privilege and duty.
And oh, when the shout of a child rings
And its face is bright with gladness,
Xet it kindle the shine of Joy in thine,
- And banish care and sadness!
Then gather the beautiful by your way.
it was maae lor tne soul's adorning:
Tis a darksoms path which no radiance
At noon, at eve. In the morning.
Sard is the soil where we delve and toil
In the homely field of duty;
Sut the hand of our king to us doth fling
The shining flowers of beauty..
Anna R- Henderson, in Woman's Home
BY HENRY C VOOD.
""HI-ESS my heart!" suddenly ex
f) claimed Mr. Pettibone, with
.such decided emphasis that his wife
looked up inquiringly from her work.
- "What is the matter, my dear?" she
Asked, as her husband abruptly put
iown his newspaper and gazed over at
ier in a helpless sort of way. -
"It entirely escaped my memory,' he
-continued, contritely, feeling carefully
-through his various pockets, and final
3y producing a crumpled and rather
-untidy note which he had fished . up
from the profound depths of one of
"Here is something that Clarence
Stewart asked me to hand you the other
lay, and I quite forgot it until this mo
ment. He and two or three of the girls
Blanche, May and Lido, I think, he
aid however, the note will tell you
are coming out to spend a day with us.'
"That will be delightful," acknowl
edged Mrs. Fettibone, serenely. "I
hail be ever so glad to see them, and
they have been promising me this visit
or quite awhile. I am truly glad they
haTe been thoughtful enough to send
me word, and not take me unawares,
for I wish ample time for preparation.
My reputation as housekeeper is at
-stake, and I am especially anxious that
everything shall be a near perfection
as possible. When do they speak of
"I suppose the note states, my love,"
inswered Mr. Pettibone. with some
show of nervousness, and with a guilty
look overspreading his countenance.
"You know I have carried it around in
my pocket for a day or two, and and
I believe to-day is the one they have
Mrs. -Pettibone let the note drop from
ler fingers, and looked at her remorse
ful spouse in speechless astonishment
"I am sure, my dear, I am extremely
orry, began Mr. Fettibone, meekly.
I don't know how I came to forget it.
out l did entirely.
"Octavius Pettibone!'' exclaimed his
wife, in tones. that spoke volumes.
- "Indeed, my dear, it was awfully
careless or me, I'll admit," began Mr.
Pettibone, then stopped abruptly for
-want of extenuating circumstances.
"And you have been carrying this
siote around in your pocket ever since
it was given you?" continued Mrs, Pet
tibone, like an avenging Nemesis.
"Yes," acknowledged Mr. Pettibone,
iumbly, "but I hope it will not serious
ly inconvenience you, my love.
"It would be nassinc strange if It
id. Mr. Pettibone. seeing th.t it
about three hours till train time, no
preparations whatever have been made
and I have given cook a holiday that
ahe might visit her sister, who is sick.
ic unaoie to recall any more pro
pitious circumstances just at present,"
aid Mrs. Pettibone, 'in the calmness of
"Head the note, dear; perhaps this is
not tne day, after all," suggested Mr,
Fettibone. with the eagerness of the
drowning man for the straw.
Seizing the bare hope, Mrs! Pettibone
-picked up the fallen note and read
aloud: '.- .
"My Dear Laura: In response to your
Stlnd Invitation, several times extended, to
-spend a day with you, our particular quar
tette (It is unnecessary to mention names)
"Will, If it meets your approbation, do our
elves that honor on Thursday next, unless
"we hear from you to the contrary.
"We have ideas much exalted in regard
the delights of rural life, and long to see
Jin in the midst of your Arcadian pursuits
or choice bits of gossip, but will reserve
them until I see you. Affectionately,
"To-day Is Thursday," said Mrs. Pet
tibone, with a little groan; "there is no
possibility of any error, and what are
we to do with them?"
"Isu't there something cold that we
might give them and explain matters?"
suggested Mr. Pettibone, thoughtfully.
"Ah, to be sure!" responded his wife,
with a decided tinge of irony in her
tone.- "Since you have suggested it, I
think there is some cool buttermilk in
the dairy, possibly some cream, and I
am sure there is an abundance of cool
ice in the icehouse. We might pass the
twa around frequently through the day,
these, in addition to onr apology,
imiijBt render our guest sufficiently
'I thought perhaps we might have Ice
cream and strawberries. I noticed tc
berries are ripening- nicely, only this
morning," answered air. Pettibone. un
neeoful of his wife's sarcasm.
They might do very well for des-
fn," said Mrs. Pettibone. thoughtful
I J, "but the would scarcely make
dinner lor five or six hungry people.-
ro, air. Fettibone." ahe continued.
you have gotten me into this dilemma.
and now you will have to ret me ont of
it. In the first place, yon had better
hitch the horse to the buggy and start
lout at once to hunt some help, and, re
member," she added, impressively.
must be obtained If there is any this
side the Chinese empire. The baby does
not require Hetty's attention at pres
ent, and while you are rone, she and I
win do all that we can. There is no -time
tc lose, I assure you.'
With these words Mrs. .Pettibone
arose and buckled on her armor, so to
A tour of investigation revealed the
fact that there was in -the pantry
stack cake, which might do, in case
there was no timevto prepare a better,
wiaie tne cream, which had been set
aside for churning, was still sweet, and
could be utilized.
So far things wore rather a cheerful
outlook, and as time sped on, all that
Mrs. Fettibone's active hands could ef
fect, and a good deal that her active
brain suggested, was happily accom
plished, until the preliminaries had as
sumed such shape that, with an expe
rienced hand to complete what had been
so well, begun, an excellent dinner
might shortly be forthcoming.
When an hour had slipped rapidly bv.
however, and another was on the wane.
airs. Fettibone grew restless and nn
1 ec?y t the protracted stay of her hus-
band, and consumed a good de
good deal of her
valuable time in running to the corner
of the house to see if help was near at
When two hours had passed. Mrs.
Pettibone's restlessness increased with
each succeeding five minutes, as if the
minute hand on the clock was the needle
that registered her feelings, and she
found it a difficult task to .bestow the
proper attention on the making of her
As train time approached, and yet no
sign of her absent lord, she had reached
almost a fever of excitement, and while
the pies were being removed from the
oven and placed npon a shelf to cool, the
whistle blew, and the train came speed
ing through the spnng-clad country,
pausing for a brief space at the station,
only half a mile from the pretty cottage
cf the Pettibone, and just out of view
behind a green hillock.
When the pastry had been hastily
placed on the shelf, Mrs. Pettibone ran
cut to take another look, and this time
was rewarded by seeing her guests duly
appear over the hill, and stroll leisurely
along the pleasant country lane.
A sigh escaped her at the sight, for
she had faintly hoped thai some kind
Interposition of Providence, short of a
railway accident, would delay the visit
ors until a more propitious time. , ..."
"What will they think at finding no
one at the station to welcome them?
And what can have detained Mr. Petti
bone so long?" thought his wife, as she
turned her steps toward the house.
Before she reached it, there was an
alarming clatter in the kitchen and a
little shriek that Hetty evidently voiced.
Hastening on, a scene met the. eyes
of the mistress that was calculated to
mke, ' considering the attendant cir
cumstances, a stouter heart than hers
The stovepipe had abruptly severed
aft -connection between chimney and
stove, and had descended to the com'
mon level, of the floor, and, not content
to play this prank alone, had coerced
the shelf of pastry into joining in the
spree, whereupon the vicinity of the
stove presented a chaotic mingling of
disjointed pipe and transparent pies,
with a liberal sprinkling of soot over
everything even Hetty's . horrified
countenance, as she stood near by, root
ed to the spot in absolute dismay,
Mrs. Pettibone took in the. unhappy
situation at a glance, and then sank
down on the nearest seat, also sooty,
and burst into tears.
In - the . midst of her weeping the
guests arrived, their laughter and mer
riment jarring- unpleasantly upon the
overtaxed nerves of the miserable host
-Rho ntil dried her tears and
bade Hetty how the company into the
Prior. where she would join them pre
.Hetty presented herself at the door.
after first rubbing her hands over her
face once or twice, with the pleasing re
sult of distributing the spot a little
more evenly over her light-brown coun
"la your ' mistress well?" asked
Blanche Desmond, as she paused in the
ball, while the others entered the par-
lor, for ahe felt confident that some
thing was amiss, by the tone of things
in general, coupled with the socty dec
orations on Hetty's face.
She ain't feelin very well -right
now," answered the truthful - hand
maiden, who had not been cautioned to
preserve a discreet silence. ;. ' "''
"What is the matter?" questioned
Blanche, whose curiosity Was by no
means satisfied by Hetty's answer..
"Why, the stovepipe fell down awhile
ago, and just mashed an ruined all the
nice pies Mis Laura had made, an' scat
tered soot over all the other things, an'
cook's gone away, an' Mr. Pettibone is
out now tryin to find somebody to help
get dinner." . - .
"Good gracious!" exclaimed Blanch,
aghast at this formidable array of mis
fortunes, ; "Is that all?",.
"Yes'm, I think it is," responded
Hetty, thoughtfully, not quite sure that
ghe had enumerated the entire cata
logue. '-. ' 4
"Poor, dear woman! .Where is she?"
Blanche exclaimed, impulsively, and
followed her guide straightway to the
kitchen, where she discovered her
friend bravely trying to reel ore rde
onee again, her face and hands more
sooty than Hetty's even, and her eyes
red with weeping and the escaping
smoke that had filled the room J t!ae
first stage of the accident.
"You precious, dirty creature!" ex
claimed Blanche, warmly, as she gave
her astonished hostess a hearty hug and
kissed one Bootless spot in the neighbor
hood of the right ear.
"What a lot of trouble we have un
intentionally caused youl" '
"It is all Mr. Pettibone's forgetful
ness, so do not reproach yourself at all,
dear; but, oh! what a time I have had
for the last three bours!"
, indeed, it must have tried your
nerves bo rely," .replied Blanche, sooth
ingly. ': "But cheer up! we shall get iy
famously, never fear. Perhaps you art
ignorant of the fact that May, Lida and
I have become proficient members of a
cooking club, and can get up a break
fast, dinner or tea in capital style, and
on short notice. Jnst furnish us a big
apron apiece, and we will prove our
capabilities in a very short while.'
"That would be a novel idea indeed,'
responded Mrs. Pettibone, with a little
"I am really in earnest," said Blanche.
"Only get us the aprons and I will prove
the truth of my words."
"What ! Have my visitors come to the
kitchen and cook their own dinners?
Never!" emphatically cried the hostess.
What! Have a party of healthy
young people come to spend the day
with a friend and find her minus a cook
and literally with soot to her eyes and
yet lend no helping hand? Never!" re
torted the guest, quite as emphatically,
So go at once and wash your face and
hands; they really need it, dear, while
bring out Clarence Stewart to assist
your small maid in putting up the stove
"Don t look so shocked, Laura; he is
sufficiently able-bodied to undertake
the job, I assure you; -and. besides, I am
a little curious to know how much abil
ity of this kind he-possesses," she added.
Then, bustling the hostess away to
remove the sooty insignia of her new
role,' and also to hunt up enough large
aprons for the trio, and giving Hetty
some' useful hints about taking up the
soot carefully, Blanche joined her
friends in the parlor and depicted the
situation in such a humorous way that
the company were almost convulsed
The quartette had come out lor a noil-
day, were dressed in washable goods
mostly, and we're eager for anything
savoring of novelty, so that when, a
little later, Mr. Pettibone returned with
many misgivings and a very verdant
girl, but little older than Hetty, he was
considerably astonished at the sight of
four pretty cooks in long aprons and
as busy as bees in the kitchen, while
handsome Clarence Stewart sat at tne
door in his shirt sleeves, shelling peas
and casting especially admiring glances
at one of the aforementioned cooks.
"When troubles come, they come not
singly, but in battalions," quoted Stew
art, after the host had given a pathetic
ally ludicrous account of his search
"after the unattainable," as he face
tiously expressed it, "and an hour spent
at the blacksmith shop while a wheel
was being mended."
In a brief time both host and hostess
entered heartily into the humor of the
situation, and a merrier set had never
before convened under the Pettibon
There were no idle hands.
vegetables were gathered and pre
pa-ed, strawberries picked, salad com-
pounded, a new sort of cake successful
ly baked, chicken temptingly fried, am
ber coffee made, flaky biscuit fashioned,
delightful cream frozen until, from ab
solute misfortune, matters took a high
ly satisfactory turn.
Blanche directed and assisted hex
corps of willing -auxiliaries, as if she
had been to the "kettles born," while
Clarence Stewart appeared to relish the
bondage under which he served, though
it waa far from being an easy one, foi
the freezer had to be kept in constant
motion until the perspiration bedewed
the flushed faces of both himself and
Mr. Pettibone, as they took turns at the
congealing process. .
"Verily, you two shall have your re
ward," said Blanche, encouragingly, "for
when the ices come to be served I shall
recall to the mind of our hostess the in
dustry you have displayed, and yours
shall be the lion's share.
"Indeed, I was seriously thinking of
not giving Mr. Pettibone any dinner at
all as a punishment for not delivering
your note at the proper time, said his
wife, shaking her finger reproachfully
"As this is the first case on record ol
a man carrying around in his pockets
letters he should have delivered I think
he ought to be pardoned," interposed
Stewart, gravely, and everyone laughed.
Finally dinner was announced, and,
with faces a good deal rosier and appe
tites certainly heartier, the party sat
down to table.
"Not to the Mother of Invention which
necessity created, but to her charming
daughters," was the toast Stewart of
fered, which was drunk in the most
delicious of fresh, cool buttermilk.
Not to the lords of creation, but to
the humble and willing slaves of the
kitchen." Blanche 'offered in turn, and
this was received with even heartier ap
plause. "Blanche, you are a jewel of a girl
pearl of great price," said Mrs. Petti
bone, affectionately, as they stood alona
on the front porch, while the others had
started slowly down the road in the di
rection of the station. "You will makf
one of the best of wives. :
"So Clarence tried to make me be
lieve to-day, when he was helping in the
kitchen," answered Blanche, demurely.
"It is a secret as yet," she added, with
a glad smile, while her friend pressed a
hearty kiss of congratulation on her
rosy lips. t .
Time has proven that both Mrs. Pet
tibone and Clarence Stewart judged
aright- N. Y. Ledger.
THE FRETFUU KAfciT,
Aeaalre by Those Wt gaffer tn
A great many conscientious and ex
cellent women of middle- age fall into
the fretful . habit. They are naturally
f a timid, nervous temperament, and
'he adversities of the world, through
which every on suffers in a greater or
lesser degree, hate made them appre
hensive for the future. It is very easy
lor such a person to establish the wor
rying habit, and it is not easy when it is
onee established to conquer it. It is a
very selfish practice, which destroys
more effectually than almost any other
habit the peace of mind of those per
sons who are compelled to dwell with
the fretting one.
: It has been repeatedly and truthfully
laid that more persons suffer from
imaginary wrongs than" real ones, and
it" is equally true that women wear out
their nerves and hearts, and finally die
worrying more over troubles that never
eome than over legitimate grief. There
are a vast number of people in the
world who seem destined by the good
Lord to live like the sparrows, from
Hay to day, grateful for the food and
ihelter of the time, and without powjr
to look far into the future. The only
rule ror such people and the only rule
for every one is to trust the future to
the God who alone controls the future.
Fretting and worrying is a direct dis
obedience of the .Christian command
to "take no thought for the morrow.1
This clearly means we arj to take no
anxious thought We are to do our
duty day by day, and consider the "evil
of the day" as it comes, without adding
burdens to the future which will unfit
us for the necessary work which we are
given to do.' How many a woman has
brought confusion and misfortune on
herself and family by failure to remem
ber that fhe evils of the day are suffi
cient for her to consider. . Worn out
and heart-broken over prospective
trouble, she has failed to do the work
that was given her to do, and real mis
Sympathy is of very little value to a
fretful person. It usually increases the
trouble. ' The only remedy for fretting
lies in the will of the individual, who
must sternly resolve to trust the prob
lems of the world and of her own life
to Heaven, and humbly and quietly do
her work day by day. A little careful
repression of the impulse to look on the
dark side will, eome time work won
ders "on a fretful person.
Sometimes the health Is seriously at
fault, for melancholia is recognized as
a disease. In such a case a change of
scene, if possible, and cheerful com
panions, will often drive away , the
dusky shades." Even in such a case
the mind has power at the beginning
to conquer the tendency to worry, and
every effort should be made to arouse
the sufferer to the necessity of looking
on the bright side of life. N. Y. Trib
une. THE OLD-FASHIONED WOMAN.
la Hssr Ways She la Trwr to Her
Wasaaaaood by Being; So. .
When one judges truly what it Is to
be "old-fashioned" in some of the modV
ern "progressive" ideas, It does not ap
pear so bad. It may be true that one
who refuses to be so essentially "mod
ern" in all phases of life misses some
things. But then these "progressive"
spirits seem to miss some things, too;
they seem to miss in about everything
they do, and incidentally miss, as well.
the true aim and essence of life. And
there are often strong compensations in
the attitude of the "old-fashioned.". It
brings fewer after-regrets;, fewer pic
tures one wants to blot out. An indif
ference to healthy progress is injuri
ous to anyone. But when ; progress
seeks to improve upon those elements
In life which are God-ordained, the wis
est of us are those who stand still or
fall out of the ranks. There are some
things in this world which even the
wonderful genius of this century can
not improve upon. They were fash
loned by a skill beyond our ken. And
we would better let them alone. "For
ward," commands the old proverb, but
then it adds, "but not too fast." The
cautious woman, the home-loving wom
an, the woman fond of her children, and
with a belief in God, who gave them to
her, the woman of pure heart and good
purpose, the woman who loves and is
beloved, need never be disturbed that
she is called ."old-fashioned." Perhaps
she is. But it is no disgrace to be "old
fashioned" in some things. She is
truer to her womanhood by being so.
And she is always in good company.
Edward W. Bok, in Ladies' Home Jour.
uaL ' ..
Boil six sweetbreads thoroughly in
water. Chop them up when cold, and
add to a mayonnaise sauce made thus:
Beat the yolks of four fresh eggs, add
ing drop by drop enough of the best
olive oil to make the quantity of sauce
required. Add a salts poonful of mus
tard and salt, and lemon juice to taste.
As the beating is continued the sauce"
will thicken rapidlyr-restisg the bot
tom of the dish on Ice will thicken it
yet faster. Beat with a silver fork.
Just before serving wash and thor
oughly dry the lettuce, dress it with
a part of the sauce, and then pour in
the center of the lettuce the sweet
bread mixed with sauce. Good House
Flashed Brows Potatoes. -
Put an ounce of butter into a sauce
pan; when melted add an even table-
spoonful of flour; when rubbed quite
smooth, add a cupful of milk, salt and
pepper; stir continually until the mix
ture comes to a boil. Pour a little, of
this sauce into the bottom of a baking
dish, uen a layer of raw potatoes cut
into dice, and so fill the dish; sprinkle
each layer of potatoes before pouring
over the sauce with a little chopped
parsley and onion-juice: cover the top
lightly with grated bread and bits of
butter. Bake, and sent. hot.Thi
method of cooking potatoes is an es
pecial favorite. Woman's Home Com
panion. .. v
cr::cs and c:;:
Spfireoa'a tabernacle ,ttZl ho'-i
aa important place in LcniJoa reli;pous
life and activity. Its members!!:; ia
The Indian population of tho Iky
rciaioo of Canada, is said to be 122,003,
of when about 3S.C0O are Homn
Catholics, and the same number Protss-
taots. ,- ,: -
The Moravian church at Etnaua,
Lehig-h county. Pa celebrated the one
hundred and fiftieth anniversary of ita
organization recently. A thousand peo
ple attended the services.
- The Deaconess home at Baltimore,
Mdn maintains an industrial school and,
two kindergartens. A committee
considering the erection of building
for their accommodation.
At a recent gathering of the Chris
tian and Missionary alliance at Old
Orchard. Me after a forceful and per
suasive sermon by Rev. Br. A. B. Simp-
sou,, $50,000 was collected for missions.
The Y.M.C.1, of Oberlia college,
has appointed old students, from
seniors to lowest academy boys, to
meet all trains and guide the new
students, to introduce them to their
classmates, and to assist in the search
for rooms and board-in places.
A committee of . the Episcopal
church of Georgia is investigating the
financial condition of the church, with
the intention of dividing the diocese if
the fund will permit. The church has
grown so rapidly in that section that
two bishops and two dioceses are now
HOW MIKE KELLY CUT THIRD.
First Worked UU Faseova Trlelc ol
Rssslag Aeroaa tbe Diassaad.
In a recent ball game at the polo
grounds a visiting player scored from
second base by not going within a yard
of third. This trick waa originated by
the late Mike Kelly when he was a mem
ber of the famous Chicago champions.
The first time he tried it successfully
was in Boston about 12 years . ago.
There were 10,000 persons present, and
when the last half of the ninth inning
began the score was tied. Kelly, who
was the first man at the bat, turned to
the crowded grand stand, before tak
ing his place, and shouted:
"Open the gates and go borne! It s
all over!" Kel was guyed unmercifully,
but be merely laughed and cracked out
a safe hit. As he crossed first base he
fell, and soiled on the ground in appar
ent agony. . . . "
"It's me snkle!" cried the king, and
the Chicago players took off bis shoe.
After IS minntes delay Kelly got up
and seemed to be very lame. The-Boe-
ton battery, believing that he could not
run, paid little attention to him, until
suddenly he dashed for second like a
real sprinter and slid around Burdock
in safety. "'
'Never touched me!" yelled Kelly,
and then all eyes were turned to Capt.
Anson. . The latter finally pushed a
slow grounder toward John Morrill, the
first basemen, and Eugece Van Court,
the umpire, ran down tbe base line to
see whether Morrill got to the bag
ahead of Anson. He believed Kelly
would go only as. far as third, so he did
not look at Mike.
The moment the ball was hit by An
son, Kel ran as far as the shortstop.
then turned boldly into the infield and
cut across at least five yards from third.
He reached the base line before the um
pire turned to. see what he ws doing,
and fairly flew across the plate in along
slide with the winning run. -
"He didn't touch third!" screamed
'He cut thebagby five yards!"roared
Sam Wise, the Boston shortstop. But
the umpire was helpless, as he hadn't
seen the trick, and so was compelled to
allow the run. The big crowd, at first
enraged at the trick, leaped down npon
the field in a threatening manner. But
Kel soon won everybody over by shout
ing:' . "It's all over! The game's won Ton
cant get it back! Open the gaes!"
Then there waa a great cheer for the
trickiest ball player who ever walked
the diamond. This trick was original
with Kelly and many players have trW
it since. N.T. Sun. -
Stoma Is Still Staadlng. T .-i
The stump of the tree to which Israel
Putnam was' once tied in the French
and Indian war is still standing in the
little village of Crown Point, a town
In the upper part of this, state. Ii
was in the course of a skirmish near
Wood Creek, at the time of the French
invasion in August, 1758, that he was
captured by the Indians and tied to
this tree. While tbe flames were sear
ing his flesh he was saved by Capt.
Molang. a French officer, who rushed
through the crowd, scattered the fire
brands, cuffed and upbraided ihe In
dians, and released their victim. Put
nam was taken to Montreal, and pres
ently freed by exchange. A great many
strangers who go to the town and hear
the story chip off pieces of th stump
as relics. The tree is about three feet
n diameter N."Y. Tribune.
A Five Haraed Sheea.
In Maricopa county. Aria there is a
zoological freak. It is a five-horned
sheep. While he was in Phoenix he
created somewhat of a sensation, and'
was the pet if not tbe lion of the hour.
Then he went down to Gila Bend and
covered himself with glory and blood
by whipping the biggest bulldog in
Maricopa county. He is the property
of Jose Morilet, who told the people of
Phoenix his freak pet cost him $200 in
Mexican coin, and that he brought him
from a hidden mountain fastness down
near -the Chihuahua. Chicago Tribune.
A Praforael Mystery,
"Ton have been in service all your
life, haven't yon?" asked the manager
of an employment agency of an appli
cant for a position. .
"Ves. ever since I was IS years old.
One thing puzzles rae. When I was
young and pretty I never could please
the lady cf the house, and bow the
g-enileman of the house never look at
we." Tatar "ay Tlmaa.
t ifi rua It to & Z. 5 ;
".;:a iat-,1 de!.i5 Lit
As Ln.iort-ii tl'.-cc f ;
Ivs- (reaiiiajr lit f ; '
nearly everyicj-oa d 1 '
deaa days." J)'j : E :t 'i '
Another Tlrcst. f.',. '
listen here the avers- wo.v
vocabulary of 01I7 S.C.J fci.."." .
"Yes; but reinec br fLe 1: t .
very day." Detroit Free Pre --s.
. Statistical. '1.iot' a icaa i
falls ia love wita every rmJj -Jocks
at." "Tear "Anl t:zr I 1 fc'
he falls ia love iriSa, ev?-y j re
who looks at hiti." C: --oZ ;
A Lucky i'xn. '
old man, I'm owiuly p I to
out again. I hear! that tie dett
you up." Bowles "Yes, I g i :
have died if they haia V C vcl.
Barclay Wyco3 "So yevr c
waa 38 years old wbea he r : I
retain full possession of LI f r; .'.c ".
PelhamParker fil crwally cor.:."
say. The will htsn't been r?a I yc t.
Lack of Coordination, "JcI-ji. yr 3 .
ought to buy a v;-hole barrel ct f ; v
It's getting higher every day." "line r
it is, Maria, and I have ben sarprL :
that it doesn't hare a more buoyant -
feci on your biscuits." Chieao T: ;i
nne. . . .
Positive. TV hare parted for
ever," said the young man, sadly. ".::.s'
is never going to write to ras asraln."
"Are you sure of that?" askei his sym
pathetic friend. "Yes. She tald zos s.
ia each of her last three IsUern."
Historical Data. Chicasro Teacter
"In what year did Columbus land ?"
Class (No answer). Teacher "Co rr.e'
Can't any of you tell?" Eright By
"I don't remember the exact rear,"
tnmn, but it was before the tre." X. Y.
He Beads the Paocrs. Mo th ?r
"How comes it that your shirt is oa
wrong-side-out and one stocking: mus
ing? Have you been swiiiciinsr v" Eor..:
"Well, mother, if you're taing tti be
a investigating committee, T sijrplv
can t remember anything abv-ut iL
Leslie's Weekly. . - ,. 1
TwntyPar MUIloa Pen pis as ta,
: Island the Slse ( Hew Tork State.
Every few miles there were open ref
illed pavilions built over the high wavs
as refuges for man and beast from tha
scorching sun of one seaaoa. acd tba
cloud-burst showers of the rainy half -
of the y enr. Twice we found bu?. y j-a j-
era going on in groves beside these rest-
houses picturesque gathering's c? !
men, women and children, and display
pf fowls, fruita, nuts, vegetables, grain,
engari spices, gums and flowers, that
tempted one to linrer and enjov, and to
pnotograph every foot of the passer's
area, liie main road waa crowdi-d all
the way like a city street, and cround
these passers the highway huinmcl
with voices. - " .- i
One can believe ia the density of the .
population 14,000,000 people oU this
Island of 49,187 square miles, about ilw
size of the state of New York when he
sees the people trooping alco thess
eountry roads; and he can well under-
stand why every foot of land is cuhi- !
vated, how even in the benevolent lascl
of the banana every one must prod oca
something; must work or starve. Men
and boys toiled to the passer, beat over "0
with the weight of one or two rcoc-
strous jackfruits or duriana on their
backs. A woman with a baby swing-in - -in
the alandang over her sfcoulder tad
tied cackling chiekena to the back cf
her belt, and trudged on comforta-blv-
Mn ..-i,. 1 1". . J, 1 , '
-u4 uxuurcua; maa a ooy aians a
brace of ducks from each end of a shoo!-"
der-pole, and trotted gayly to the.
The kampongs, or villages, when not
hidden in palm and plantain groves be
hind fancy bamboo fences, were rows.
cf open bouses on each side of the high-
way, and we reviewed nature life- a$j
leisure while the ponies were changed
The friendly, genua little brown, peo
ple welcomed us with amused and em
barrassed smiles when our enrioshy a
to sarong-painting, lacques-ing- arJ
mat-weaving carried us into the fumllr
circle. Tbe. dark,, round-eyed, utar
eyed babies and children, showed t.cs
fear or shyness, and the tiniest oaea '
their soft little warm brown bed!
bare of ever a garment save the cottoa
slandanar in which they cuddle so con
fidingly under the nrothers proteetic j
arm let us lift end carry and plar-
with them at wOL El&a Buhamai Soid-
more, in Century. !
A Favartte Oecaaatloa. ' .
Is England, as ersewhere in th
world, good-behavior convict ' andE
those whose terms are soon to expire-
are put at work that ia lighter, clean
er' and generally more pleasant thaa
that wh!ch the less favored unfortu
nates have to do. Mewing hay with th
old-fashioned scythe is one of the
choice occupations in the early sumner
with those of Englanl's wards who aro
deemed available material for extra
consideration. Still mowing with a
Ecvthe Is not at all easy work, aiul
the armed guards watch over these fa
vored few, as over the unjust and v:n-
trusty. Collier's Wetkiy.
Bad Vlaen ta Keep It.
"Don't be so severe on the sLjna)
service officer; he items to give us
good weather." .,
Then why doesn t hr
"Well you know h rw fcard it is for a
maa to find aaythi ig- in a bureau
drawer." Detroit Free Press.
Kica Tia to Fall.
"Ea seems a nice enough-chap, bst 1
cart uncerstara Tvty people are ai
W2V9 falling on his nat-k tbe way thy
Jo." ' "
"Perhaps you4a't Itnowwhata sr. ?
oft thiu is." D-tTclt I'ewK