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jure? NOT. Mow do wo know what hearts h.we VIIBHI sin? How do wo know? Alany, Hire sepulchres, are foul within, JUany outward grub is spotless as the snow, And many may be pure, we think not so. And near to God the souls of such have been, 'What mercy secret penitence may win How do we know? Slow can wc tell who sinned more than wc? How can we tell? "We tMnk our brother walked guiltily, Judging htm In self-righteousness. Ah, well! Perhaps had we been driven through the hell Of his untold temptations, we might be JS upright in our daily walk than he How can we tell? Xar we condemn the Ills that others do? Dare we condemn? Their strength is small, their trials not a few, The tldo of wrong Is difficult 4o stem. And if to us more clearly than to them la given knowledge of the great and true, More do they need our help and pity too Dare we condemn7 God help us,all, and lead us day by day God help us all! Wc cannot walk alone the perfect way, Rvil allures us. tempts us, and we fall. We are but human, and our power is small: Hot one of us may boast, and not a day Roils o'er our heads but each hath need to say, God bless us all! The Ring Victory. BY Q. K. UNDERWOOD. Author "Black John," Etc. CCopyright 1300. Dally Story Pub. Co.) It was only a speckled shote, but the cream-colored pony thought it was a bear or something even more dreadful. He was a city-trained pony and was without fear of steam engines, electric cars and other urban nerve wreckers, but he had never had any experience with the bogies of plantation life. So when the speckled shote darted across the path with a terrifying "hough! ihough!" the cream-colored pony shied, and threw the glrlrwho was rid ing him, then tore off down the narrow road through the cotton field at top speed. Being a robust young person with a good deal of pluck and a sense of humor, however, she laughed almost as soon as the first tears started down the sides of her nose, and satisfying herself that no bones were broken she shook the dust from her riding habit, and gave her hat a touch with her jgloved fingers to make It sit straight on her brown locks. The big white mansion where she lived was a mile and(a half away. The sun was behind a bank of black clouds in the west, and the rich purple of the cotton blooms, which were a pearly white in the morning, and a delicate pink at noon, bore evidence that the day was dying all too fast for th8 quiet of a maid with a weary hour of walking ahead of her. "I went down the now-cut road, -She went down the lane, And she promised to meet me, -Good-bye, 'Llxa Jane." The sound of this classic, sung In a ir.elodious, though untrained voice, and accompanied by the rhythmic beat of a horse's hoofs on the sunbaked road, a uscd the girl to draw to one side and Jook back. It was the voice of a white man and welcome, for the girl did not relish the long walk home through the lonely plantation. The man on the gray horse eyed the ,gtrl curiously and respectfully. He was sunburned and stalwart, and sat in his saddle as one at home. He would have passed without speaking as Is the custom in the home of King -Cotton, but for the evidence of the irF apparel that she should be on horseback. "Beg pardon, ma'am," he said, rais ing his hat. "Can I do anything to assist you?" "You are Mr. Bradley, are you not?" .-said the girl. "Yes'm." "I am Jane Apperson." The young man said he would be .pleased to be of aervice to Miss Apper son. "My pony threw me and ran away," said the girl. "Do you think you could ride my horse?" said Bradley, who had dis mounted. "I couldn't think of depriving you. Maybe the pony has stopped. Would .you mind riding ahead and looking or him?" "Certainly not," and Bradley gal loped away on the gray horse. Old Mr. Apperson was the richest person in that section of the state, and probably the most unpopular. Why a man of his temperament and prejudices ever essayed to make his home on an Arkansas plantation was a local mys tery. His political faith was a grievr ous offense to his neighbors and his cold, hard insistence that all men should live within their Incomes and Abjure light pleasures was regarded with 4eep disapproval by the hospita ble, sport-loving planters. He lived "looC and his only child, the brown- JyeA. brown-haired Jane, knew none T her neighbors. Occasionally the Ap persons would be visited by severe looking women and men of clerical as pect from the East, but these never raternize with the community. Ben Bradley wasn't a bad fellow. Some dare-devil feats of his youth had given bim a reputation for reckless ness that he had not quite lived down, twit the worst that could be truthfully ald of him now was that he kept fight ing cocks and evinced a more intelli gent interest in a dog or a horse or a /pan than he did in improved farm ma chinery, or experiments in the line of ~\i 'roducing white labor in the South. Dn Bradley came back to her with ttit ^he cream-colored pony. "I'm afa td there's nothing for it but Lot y-.u to rido my ho:s?," he baU. "Do yc,\i think you cm manage him?" "He lo')ks rath-M- wild,? said the girl, with a doubtful giauce at the high-headed, spirited gray gelding. "I am not much of a horsewoman." "He's not the easiest brute in tha world to handle," admitted Bradley, dcpr.'citingly. "I might lead him, though," he added. The sky which had become overcast was suddenly rent by a ::ig-zag streak of fire, and a crash of thunder shook the earth. Big drops of rain pattered on the road and the horse frightened by tfce thunder tried to break away from Bradley. "It's going to be a hard storm," said the planter, soothing the horse, "and you mi3t get home at once. There is only one way. You must ride behind me." "But Mr. Bradley "Pardon me, Miss Apperson. It is the only way." Jane Apperson felt that she was do ing something desperately unconven tional, but, obeying Bradley, she mounted a convenient stump and then sprang on the gray's crupper. "Hold tight," said Bradley, with grave courtesy. "Now we're off." The gray bounded forward and by the time the rain began to fall in earnest was galloping swiftly. It was a new sen sation for Miss Apperson, this feeling a powerful, running horse beneath her and holding fast to a manone of those reckless roysterers her father disap proved of so sternly. She was a good deal troubled about what her father would say, still the situation had Its charm. There was a commotion when they reached the house. The cream-colored pony had come home without a rider and servants were being sent out to find Jane. Slipping to the ground be fore Bradley could assist her, the girl ran to her father and hurriedly told him of her adventure. The old man eyed Bradley coldly and said: "My daughter tells me you were of service to her. At any time I can reciprocate you may command me." "Don't mention it," said the young planter. "It was a pleasure to me." "Won't you come in arid wait until the rain is over?" "No, thanks the rain won't hurt me." Ben Bradley called several times at "What was your mother's maiden name?" the Apperson place and Was received with the frosty politeness that was Mr. Apperson's nearest approacn to friend liness, but he never managed to see Miss Apperson alone. She always spoke cordially to him but there was a reserve in her manner. Bradley felt that she regarded him as a wicked person. "The little Puritan!" said he, after one of these visits. "She thinks I have horns and hoofs. I'll keep away from her." But he didn't. He took to hunting the roads about the Apperson place for the mere chance of seeing her as she rode, attended by a pale young man who acted as secretary to her father. Sometimes he managed to find an excuse to ride a short distance at her side. The presence of the pale young man was a bar to confidential discourse, but when a man and a maid are so minded they can come to a fairly good understanding without plain speech, and Bradley began to hope that "the little Puritan" did not think so badly of him after all. "What's the use, though," he thought, "I don't want to marry her father's daughter, and her father wouldn't let her marry me. But she's a bonny little Puritan."' And the next time he rode at her side he so managed that the gray geid ing and the cream-colored pony crowded the pale young man's horse out of the road and then they set off at a pace that the pale young man's steed could not keep. "Don't pull up," said Bradley, as Miss Apperson started to check the pony. "I must say it. Give me two minutes. I "love you, and if you will marry me I wih join the church and try to be good." "Aren't you gocd now?" said the "lit tle Puritan," with a demure umile. "You know I ain't. Please give me a chance," "What would father say?" "May I ask him?" "Yes. ^low we must wait for Mr. Hawkins." Before they parted Bradley found an opportunity to slip a curiously carved old ring from his little finger and give it to Miss Apperson. He found Mr. Apperson next morn ing looking colder than ever and, very thoughtful. The Old man opened |he conversation. "You gave my daughter a ring yesterday," he said. "Yes. sir. and I asked her to marry me. Now I have come t ask "Is this tne ring?" Bradley's heart was cold a the old man heid up the ring he had given Jane Apperson. "Yes. How did you get it?" "From whom did you get it?" "From my mother. But I did not come here to be catechized, sir. It is my ring and I hoped that your daugh ter would wear It a3 my first love token." "What was your mother's maiden name?" "Jane Beauchamp. Why?" "Of Kentucky?" "Yes but why?" "Mr. Bradley, I gave your mother that ring before she was married. When we parted, because her parents would not suffer her to wed a Yankee abolitionist, I asked her to keep it till she died." "She told me never to part with It except to the woman I gave my first love to," said Bradley musingly. "Mr. Bradley,"' said the old man, "it was my hope that my daughter should wed a man more in sympathy with my views than you are, but the ring is your advocate. Be good to her." Then Jane Apperson came into the room and Ben Bradley kissed her, and the pale-faced secretary, who wasn't a bad fellow at all, peeped in and told Mr. Apperson that he would like to consult with him about the account o' one of the tenants. FLOWERS IN ENGLAND. The Average Englishwoman Is No* Artistic. This is without doubt the month of flowers in England and this year they seem more abundant than ever. The observer knows this by the flowers he sees for sale In the shops and streets. Those who are fortunate enough to possess gardens of their own and al ways have a profusion of flowers will sparcely notice the more than usually gorgeous display in the florists' and the baskets of the flower girls. But, notwithstanding the fact that flowers are now almost universally In vogue for decoration and that of late years people have made great strides in the direction of the more skillful arrange ment and blending of colors, they have yet a great deal to learn. The average Englishwoman is not artistic and she is apt to rely too much upon the efforts of her florist to achieve anything at all striking or perfectly satisfactory in the way of decoration. The florist is, as a rule, a painstaking person, possessed of a few good decorative schemes, but ori ginality seldom, if ever. Wherever you go in London you see the same "arrangements" and can almost tell at a glance to which of the various es tablishments in Bond street or Regent street the hostess has handed over the floral dressing of her dinner table or ballroom. In Japan, where the ar ranging of flowers is undertaken in the most serious manner and considered an indispensable branch of art, they could teach westerners many things in the direction of greater simplicity and ob servation of nature's" methods. Flow er arrangement is taught there just as cookery is In England and some won derful and beautiful books are pub lished on the subjects, illustrated by a famous Japanese artist, setting forth the different methods, the appropriate kind of vase for each arrangement be ing specified. This book is published in England and is a revelation of the possibilities of flowers as a decorative medium.Chicago News. Islands on the Gulf. The Galveston disaster ought to serve as a warning that the sand Isl ands fringing our gulf coast, from Florida to the Rio Grande, are not safe in their present condition for hu man habitation, and in great and con stant danger from the violent hurri canes which arise, from time to time, in the West Indies. Some better pro tection must be assured before these islands can be settled without great risk of life. What that protection should be it will be for the engineers to say, whether breakwaters, raising the grade of the Islands, or whether some other better means of protection can be found. There have been so many disasters, too great a loss of life and property, to continue the risk, as we have done for years.New Or leans Times-Democrat. Municipal Savings Banks. For some time the corporation of Glasgow has taken comparatively small sums of money on deposit, and the experiment has worked well. Em boldened by this success the progres sive element of the city council pro posed that banking should be added to the municipal undertakings. Wii' Dealers' Barrels Returned. It is generally stipulated in France when wine Is sold that the purchaser shall return the barrel at his own ex pense, and the cry, "send back my barrels," is going out from every wine dealer's house. It Is calculated that one barrel will serve seven years if properly cared for. Poets' Momenta of Superiority. All poets have signalized their con st iousness* of rare moments when they were superior to themselveswhen a light, a freedom, a power came to tbem, which lifted them to perform ances far better than they could reach at other times.Inspiration. Paradise for Poor Fishermen. Ireland Is the paradise for fishermer who are not millionaires. Tickets fo fishing cart less than half what the. do In England. Hotel expenses an cheaper. Little Small Vert. (Chinese Nursery Rhymes.) The small-footed sirl With the sweet little smile, She loves to eat sugar And sweets all the while. Her money's all gone. And, because she can't bu,. She holds her small feet While she sits down to cry. Elsie's Ocean Voyage. England is a long way from the United Statesmore than 3,000 miles, and six days on one of the Immense ocean steamers is considered a quick trip from Liverpool to New York. Some fortunate people have taken this ocean trip so often, that it has be come quite an old story to them, but to others It is an important event in their lives. So it was with Elsie Thornton. She was a little English gjrl, just past her thirteenth birthday, and had lived in a little town near Liverpool all her life. Elsie's mother had been dead since she was a wee girlshe could scarcely remember herand six weeks before this story opens her father was laid in his grave, leaving this forlorn lit tle girl almost alone in the world. Not quite alone, however, though the Atlantic ocean was between them, for in New York city lived the dear Aunt Elsie for whom she was named, and who, every Christmas, had sent her such pretty presents. There were some little cousins, too, and Elsie's curiosity was very great i concerning them. When Aunt Elsie had learned of her only brother's death she wrote several letters to Elsie and to her guardian, Mr. Benson, expressing her wish to have her niece come and live with her. This had been partly ar ranged before Mr. Thornton died, so it, was not an entirely new idea to Elsie. But America! What a Sis tar: 2e it seemed! The train whirled along toward Liv erpool, and Elsie looked up rather frightened at the man beside her as she thought of it. He was an old friend of her father's, and had been very good to her indeed she had been staging several weeks In his family, where her little black gown and 'big sad eyes made everyone most kind %0 her. "You're not getting frightened, are you, little girl," said her guardian, kindly. "No-oo, but I was wishing I might go right to bed on the steamer and be there when I wake up, the way we do when we cross the channel to Calais, you know." "Now I lay a wager you'll dread to see land, and when the trip is ended you'll be awfully sorry. I hope it will put some color into those cheeks, anyway. Have you everything you need for the journey?" asked Mr. Benson, laying aside his papers and putting away his glares, for they were nearing the big city of Liverpool. "Yes, I think so," said the girl, "only I would be so happy if I might have Yorick with me Just a little while ev ery day. He'll die. away off among the luggage. He will, Indeed, with his heart most broken anyway for poor p^a." At the sound of bis name a beauti ful Irish setter lifted his head from the opposite seat in the compartment and looked wistfuly at his young mistress. "It can't be permitted, dear." an swered Mr. Benson, "and don't you worry about him. I have made ar rangements for him to be well cared for. and the stewardess will take you down below every day to see him." After that, every moment was occu pied in getting their traps together and in attendins to some final business. Elsie kept up very bravely, until she espied her governess among some oth er friends on the wharf. Then she broke down and sobbed in the woman's arms. "Why can't you come, too, Barnes?" she asked. "You would if you loved "But can't, Miss Elsie. Your aunt thinks your too big for me now, and ought to go into school, though, good ness knows, that isn't the way our little gentry is brought up." The parting with everyone was fi nally over, and Mr. Benson, Elsie and Yorick were watching the crowd on the wharf JTOW smaller as the important little tender steamed away. There wasn't much time for tears, though, for they were soon alongside the big ocean steamship, "Lucanla," and as Elsie looked from one end of it to the other it seemed half a mile long. "It grieves me very much that I am unable to make this trip with you, Elsie." said Mr. Benson, as they went up the little ladder at the side of the steamer. "But you will be brave and contented, will you not? Mrs. Elton, under whose care I am putting you, Is a very sweet woman, and you can remember that she was a friend of your mother's. It is most fortunate that you are able to sail with her." It would have been bard to have found a more pathetic figure than El Ing by the railing, straining her eyes in the dusk for a last glimpse of the sie's a few hours later. She was stand land that was home to herwhere she had been so happy with her father and all her friends. Even Yorick had been taken from her, and she knew that that was his bark in the distance. Mrs. Elton was. Indeed, very nice. but she was a severe English woman, and little used to children. But a girl of thirteen cannot be always sad, and Elsie's interest was soon keenly di verted by the people and affairs about her. The first morning "out," some kind people took her on a tour of the ship, and It was luncheon time when she was brought back to Mrs. Elton, who smiled and told her that she was already improved In looks. So the days went by, each one full of new interests. Everything was so queer. Even the army of waiters in the big dining saloon was a wonder to her. They did everything in unison, and dinner was quite a ceremony, with the women in beautiful evening gowns and the lights so brilliant. Seven days passed when early one morning they were awakened by the fog horn blow ing and people hurrying up on deck. Elsie thought something dreadful must have happened^ and when she was dressed she. too. rushed out into the passage. "Land! land in sight!" was the cry. "Is that all?" she asked. "Why, yes," laughed someone, "isn't that enough after seven day3 out on this briny deep?" Elsie turned away and went Into her stateroom and cried a little. Perhaps it was because she had had such a good time, and perhaps It was because she dreaded to see all those new relatives. No one else seemed to feel that way, thougheveryone was happy and gay, watching eagerly the faint strip of land in the distance, and guessing what the number would be on the first little pilot boat that should hall them. El sie was soon as eager as the rest, and when two little white sailboats came bounding over the waves toward them she had oven guessed the right num ber on one. On they plowed, past Fire Island and Sandy Hook, up to the beautiful harbor of New York. Aunt Elsie and Uncle Ben and two little cousins were among the crowd waiting on the dock, and before Elsie knew it she was being hugged and kissed and taken to a carriage. They drove off for home, leaving Uncle Ben to secure Yorick and the baggage. That night in her own little room El sie looked at her smiling face and bright eyes with surprise. "I couldn't have believed America was so nice." she said, as she threw a kiss at her reflection and got into bed.Katrina Klausen. I Joys and Girls In Far Korea, As a little lass the Korean girl is taught all about domestic work, and begins early to assist her mother la making the family clothes. If too young to paste she can at least hold over the stove the long iron rod to be used in pressing seams. The heating of this rod is the first thing taught a little girl. Later she learns how to paste clothes together, then to wash and iron them. Now, this use of paste instead of thread is a custom, so far as I know, practiced only by the Kor eans. It is done on account of their mode of Ironing. To accomplish this difficult feat they rip their garments to pieces before putting them in wa ter. After the washing, garments are laid on a smooth block of wood or stone, and are beaten with ironing sticks. These sticks resemble a po liceman's club, and each Ironer uses two.- Girls and boys wear their hair hanging in two plaits until engaged to be married, after which the boy fastens his on top of his head and the girl twists hers 'at the nape of the neck. Koreans hold marriage in high regard, and show a married man pro found respect, while a bachelor is treated by them with marked con tempt. I have seen men greet a slip of a boy wearing a topknot with cere monious deference, saying to each oth er: "He is a man he is about to be married while of a much older man, and possibly a richer, who wears his two plaits, they remark that "He is a pig. He cannot get a wife. He will al ways be a boy." In the choice of his first bride the Korean leaves everything to the "go- between." But all other wivesand a Korean irfay have tenthe man makes his own selection. Women are well treated, and, as a rule, live hap py, consented lives. They are gentle, attractive Httle bodies, and devoted to their homes. Light Patronage of Canal. It is said that the Canadian' Soo canal may be closed because of lack of patronage. Vesselmen say that this would be a bad move, for in case oi accident In the American canal thera would be a blockade. They say tha| they will use the Canadian passage more in future that it may be main tained. Railroads Doing Well In India. In spite of famine and plague the In dian railways continue to prove mora and more a financial success. The mils age is now 26,700, of which 23,763 were worked for traffic last official year.end* ing March 31. Professor Brander Matthews has opened a new course of lectures on tha history and methods of English com edy at Columbia University. We forgive too little forget too much.Mad. Swetchlne. Orater Shell Hack lonw, The scientific name is Mytilaspls Po monum. In our Illustration "a" is a female scale from beneath, filled with eggs "b", the same from above "c", twig infested by female scales "d", male scale and a twig infested there with. The insect is so named because of the resemblance that the scale bears to a long, rather, narrow oyster, and this renders it easily recognizable. The cast skins of the larvae are at the nar row end of the scale and form its head. The females come to maturity during the latter part of August, fertilization having taken place In the earlier por tion of the same month, and egg-lay ing continues into September,when the entire space below the scale will be found filled with minute, pale yel low eggs something over one hun dred in some cases, though often much less. These eggs remain during the winter protected by the scales, and from them hatch the crawling larvae in early June. Growth is slow: there is only one brood, and, when not excessively abundant, the insect does not do much injury. As a matter of fact, however, it does often become excessively abundant, and lilacs, for instance, may become so covered that no portion of the bark can be seen between the scales. The male scales are about one sixteenth of an inch long, and the fe males about double that length. Walnut and butternut trees are very susceptible to the attacks of this spe cies, and are sometimes killed even when of considerable size. Among fruit trees apples are the most suscep tible and branches are occasionally de stroyed. Young trees may be killed in some instances, but old trees are rarely much harmed. Of the shade trees wil low and maple are sometimes severely injured. The remedy is to spray with kero sene emulsion when the larvae are hatching, at which time they are killed by even a weak solution. Some Fertilizer Facts. If a mineral fertilizer be needed, gen eral experience teaches that acid phos phate is by far the more profitable. This can be still better understood when we have explained some principles of acid phosphate manufacture. The finely ground lime phosphate rock is treated with about an equal weight of strong sulphuric acid. Chemical changes take place, so that a part of the phosphoric acid becomes soluble in water. Another part, though less soluble, is made read ily available to growing crops while a small amount still retains its insol uble and unavailable character. One other important change has taken place. The sulphuric acid has com bined with the lime, making lime sul phate, commonly called gypsum or land plaster, so that it forms nearly one-half of the total weight of the acid phosphate. It is now well established that this plaster frees large amounts of insoluble soil potash, and so makes the fertilizer element which is so much the most abundant in our soils avail able for plant use. Hence, acid phos phate supplies phosphoric acid directly and potash indirectly. The two or three per cent of potash in the average mixture of acid phosphate and potash is perfectly justifiable, as a small amount of this element may give the crop a better start and may even be a necessity. Since only a part of the available phosphoric acid is used dur ing the first year of its application, it has been found best to apply consider aoly more than the crop will remove. Three hundred pounds for a soil in good condition would not be excessive for general farm crops. Something should now be said in favor of the ammoniated fertilizer. For example, it is often used with prof It on strong lands when one exhaust ing crop follows another, as wheat after corn. A little easily available nitrogen is furnished, so that the wheat gets a better start, after which it can forage more vigorously for it self. In conclusion, rely first of all on cowpeas and stable manure. Try min eral fertilizers, acid phosphate in par ticular, as valuable helps. Buy acid phosphate, muriate of potash, and cot ton-seed meal by themselves, so that you can make your own experiments and mix your own goods to suit your crop and soil,Charles A. Mooers, Chemist, Tennessee Agricultural Col lege. Weeds Legally Defined. A legal opinion was had in Wash ington the other day, from one of the city attorneys, as to what constituted weeds in the law. In interpreting an act of congress he said weeds were "rank growth, of whatever nature, which should be so high as to be of fensive or objectionable to sight and injurious to health." A syndicate has been formed at Oschenfurt, Bavaria, to apply electri city in agriculture. The orchard Is generally the most neglected pert of the farm. m* V"4 wy i Defective