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Tko Old tcaptbu
I SM. Wiry of disbelieving:
I wound my love
T* pleasure a sophist's pride In a grav
en image of truth?
I will go back to my home, with the
clouds and the stars above.
And the heaven I used to know, and
the God of my buried youth.
I will go back to the home where of old
in my boyish pride
I pierced my father's heart with a
murmur of unbelief
He only looked in my face as I spoke,
but his mute eyes cried
Night after night in ray dreams and
he died in grief, in grief.
Oh, yes I have read the books, the books
that we write ourselves.
Extolling our love of an abstract truth
and our pride of debate
I will go back to the love of the cotter
who sings as he delves.
To that childish infinite love and the
God above fact and date.
To that Ignorant infinite God who col
ors the meaningless flowers.
To that lawless infinite Poet who
matches the law with the crime
To the Weaver who covers the world
with a garment of wonderful hours,
And holds in His hand like threads
the antinomies of time.
Is the faith of the cotter so simple and
narrow as this? Ah, well.
It Is hardly so narrow as yours who
daub and plaster with dyes
The shining mirrors of heaven, the shad
owy mirrors of hell.
And blot out the dark deep vision, if
it seem to be framed with lies.
No faith I hurl against you. no fact to
freeze your sneers
Only the doubt you taught me to weld
in the nres of youth
Leaps to my hand like* the flaming
sword of nineteen hundred years.
The sword of the high God's answer, O
Pilate, what is truth?
Tour laughter has killed more hearts than
ever were pierced with swords,
Ever you daub new mirrors and turn
the old to the wall
And more than blood is lost in the weary
battle of words
For creeds are many but God is One,
and contains them all.
I will go back to my home and look at
the wayside flowers,
And hear from the wayside cabins the
sweet old hymns again.
Where Christ holds out His arms in the
quiet evening hours,
And the light of the chapel porches
broods on the peaceful lane.
And there I shall hear men praying the
deep old foolish prayers.
And there I .shall see, once more, the
fond old faith confessed,
And the strange old light on their faces
who hear as a blind man hears
Come unto Me. ye weary, and I will
give you rest.
I will go back and believe in the deep old
And pray the sweet old prayers that I
learned at my mother's knee.
Where the Sabbath tolls its peace thro*
the breathless mountain vales,
And the sunset's evening hymn hallows
the wistful sea.
Alfred Noyes in Spectator.
How Pierre Had
By C. MORRIS BUTLER
"This," said the guide, "is the Seix
tavern. Shall we stop here for the
It was an old-fashioned, many-gabled
house of grand proportions, almost
completely hidden from view by im
mense growth of trees and shrubbery.
The neighboring mountains and se
cluded situation of the picturesque old
mansion gave It the air of quiet soli
tude so conducive to rest to the be
lated traveler, and many were wont
to stop there for refreshments and
lodgings before attempting the passage
of the mountains.
Like all places of its kind in pro
vincial France, close to the border of
Spain, it had its dark history. Our
guide related the story to us while we
sat in the public room sipping wine
and smoking cigars.
"This place is three generations
old," he began. "It is said that Jacques
Mancient, the original builder of the
house, built It much for a rendezvous
for the numerous hordes of smugglers
and banditti which infested this dis
trict. While nothing was ever proven
against the man, rumors had It that
the fortune he amassed and left to his
heir was gained in many dishonest
ways. Some hinted even at murder.
However, this is of the past
"When Jacques Mancient died he
left his entire estate to his 6on Jacques
"My time will yet come!"
(named after his father), disinheriting
a son, Pierre, entirely. As the story
goes Jacques and Pierre were twin
brothers. Whether there was any
truth in the matter or not, Jacques
grew up to be a strong, brawny, hard*
visaged man, very much like his father
a typfcal Mancient wbUe Pierre took
more after tie Another, small of stat
ure, more refined In features, quite
Spanish in his tastes.
"Jacques like his father before him.
possessed a erael, selfish anfl schem
ing nature, which did not improve
with age or wealth. No sooner did he
become owner of the tavern than he
turned his brother Pierre adrift, pen
niless, to shift for himself. The part
ing was a brutal blow to Pierre, not
so much on account of the loss of
home, as because of a boast Jacques
made to marry one Claretta Cazanes,
with whom it was known Pierre was
in love. The brothers fought, Pierre
was worsted and ran from the scene
swearing vengeance against Jacques.
"Jacques lived in constant dread of
assassination ."or many years, but as
Pierre did not 'make good' the belief
arose that it was but an idle threat.
Pierre being helped by his mother's
folks, took up a little farm and opened
a tavern on the same highway as
Jacques, only the mountains separated
Jacques married Claretta, and Pierre
also married. Each year for many
years on the anniversary of the quar
rel Jacques received a letter from
Pierre with only two words on it:
"But for several years after the
birth of a son to Jacques no letter was
sent. It was a strange coincidence
that on the night Jacques' son was
born, Pierre also was presented with
a son. What was stranger still, the
same doctor ushered both boys into
the world. Pierre's was the oldest by
a few hours.
"There being no physicians in
Pierre's neighborhood, he had sent to
"You have said it, Jacques!" Pierre
almost screamed. "It's my turn
Seix for one. The doctor came his
duty performed, he started to return
home. A tropical storm arose night
being far advanced, the doctor sought
shelter in Jacques' tavern. About
midnight he was aroused from his
slumbers by Jacques, who was beside
himself with fear and anxiety, and
demanded the service of the doctor for
"The storm was still raging fiercely.
In the midst of the furor Jacques' son
was born. The event was unexpected,
and Claretta paid the penalty with
her life. The child was given into the
care of a mountain woman to bring up
and remained in her care until twelve
years of age, when he was brought
"Strange how the father worshiped
this son. It seemed that his fiery na
ture melted and he became as loving
as a woman. Instead of bringing up
the lad as he himself had been
brought up, the son was sent to school,
and from school to the university
reared in luxury and as delicately as
one would rear a century plant, all
because In him Jacques saw the means
to keep Pierre out of the Mancient
property. But there was one drop of
gall in Jacques' cup. Paul grew up to
look the Image of his uncle Pierre.
"And so with Pierre's son, Jean. One
would suppose that the refined and
educated Pierre would rear his son to
be at least as well educated as Ins
father, but the reverse was true. Jean
never took kindly to learning, but
grew up untutored and dissipated,
roaming the mountains, associating
with questionable charactersIn fact,
grew to be more of a Mancient even
than his grandfather, Jacques, whom
he resembled more than he did his
"Fed by Pierre, Jean nourished a
deadly hatred for his uncle Jacques.
It was his boast that some day he
would live to thrash or kill his uncle.
The hatred was bitter and lasting, and
grew intense with every success of
Paul in school or college.
'Why should Paul be reared as a
gentleman, while he (Jean) lived the
life of a dog? The Mancient property
belongs as much to my father as it
does to his father, consequently he is
spending my Inheritance as well as his
own!' This grated on him, and it is
not strange that Jean made up bis
mind to rob his uncle if he could.
"At last the opportunity came, as
Jean thought. One night the Seix
tavern was entered by him, and he
succeeded in getting into the cellar,
where Jacques was supposed to hide
his gold.' There he was discovered by
his uncle and made a prisoner.
"When Jacques discovered that it
was Pierre's son whom he had caught
his exultation knew no bounds. He
swore at the examination that Jean
had tried to kill him as well as rob,
and made out such a good case against
the lad that the magistrate sentenced
Jean to twenty years in the galleys.
"Jacques and Pierre met in the hall
of justice during the course of the ex*
'Beware of Pierre, indeed!' sneered
Jacques. 'My fine brother must be*
ware of Jacques, methinks, ere I get
through with Jean!'
"'So It seems!' replied Pierre, with
emphasis on 'seems,' which Jacques
did not understand. Ton have Jean in
your poweryou will rob him of his
liberty, Just as you robbd the father
of his rightful share in the mancient
i would that it were you Instead!'
exclaimed Jacques. 'Then my cup of
joy would Indeed be full.'
'Your joy will be short-lived,' said
Pierre, calmly. 'My time will yet
"'Bah! Such silly talk! You are
no true Mancient or ere this you would
have had your turn!'
'Perhapsif I were you I should
have stabbed you In the back! But I
have a better way!'
'"Talk, all talk,' said Jacques, 'and
while you talk Ishall send Jean to
the galleys! How glad 1 am that Jean
tried to rob me! I could uot have
wished for a greater pleasure than
"'Have your joy now, brother,' re*
plied Pierre. 'I wish you much of it!'
"Jean took his sentence stoically.
All he said was: 'Thank you, uncle
Jacques! But I shall remember!'
Jacques shuddered then. He knew
what that meant, as coming from
Jean. It meant that at the end of
twenty years, or sooner should Jean
get freedom, that in truth he must
look out for the knife.
"Jacques and Pierre met on the
steps of the hall of Justice. Both
were surrounded by friends. Jacques
could not resist saying:
'Well, my fine brother! Twenty
years of joy, at least!'
'Not so!' retorted Pierre, with more
animation than he had yet shown.
'Cur of a Marclent, I strike you!'
"'At last!* cried Jacques, 'I have
forced you to fight with me! I take
your blow! When Bhall I kill you,
Httlo brother, and with what?*
"'Now, and with Bwords!' said
Pierre promptly, and there was a smile
upon his face. It did not take long to
arrange the duel. Seconds were
chosen the party moved on out of the
city upon the banks of the river. The
spot selected was In Bight of this tav
ern, and Pierre and Jacques took their
places opposite eich other.
"'Twenty years of Joy!' said Pierre,
as he rested on his sword. 'You think,
my gentle brother Jacques, that you
have twenty "years of joy ahead of
you! Then listen and I will tell you
how you lie. For twenty years I have
waited for this chance to tell you that
I have had my revenge upon you. To
day I will kill you! You thought that
I was afraid of you all these yearB.
Poor fool, you thought I ought to stab
you in the back, as an Ignorant Man
cient like you would have done! But
my way is different. Your tavern you
think so much of, who will get it if
I kill you? he asked.
'My boy, Paul,' answered Jacques.
'There is a model for you! Never
fear, though, It is I that will kill you!'
but there was something In his broth
er's voice which cast a damper of
fear over him.
'You have said it, Jacques,' Plerra
almost screamed. 'It is my turn now!
You are going to leave your tavern to
my son! You have sent your own son
Jean to prison for twenty yearB.' For
twenty years I have lived, and
schemed, and hoped for this one day.
For twenty years I have laughed in
your face because the time I knew
would come when I could tell you to
your teeth that I bribed the nurse to
exchange Paul for Jean. You have
made my son your heir, brought him
up like a gentleman. I have made
your son like youand you have just
sent him to prison for twenty years!
At last you know how a true Mancient
revenges a wrong! Should you live
twenty years, Jean, your own son, will
kill you for what you did for him this
day. Should I kill you, as I expect to
do, Paul, my son, will inherit the Man
'Don't you think, my dear brother,
that my revenge is better than a Btab
in the dark?"
"Jacques sprang upon him. .Ho was
blinded with rage. The effect of
Pierre's taunts were Just what was ex
pected. Cool and collected Pierre
easily warded off the blow and as
easily ran his brother through the
body. And that is how Paul Mancient
came in possession of Seix tavern."
HOWARD GOT HIS HAIR CUT.
His Brother Bill Settled With the Bar
ber and Bossed the Job.
Two Philadelphia boys, Howard
and Bill, used to have many disputes
aliout how their hair should be cut
Bill always had his cropped short
Howard wore his in long ringlets.
The other day they entered a barber
shop together. Previous to this time
Howard's mother took groat prido in
the aristocratic appearance of her
child and it was her custom to take
hirn down town to a fashionable hair
dresser once a week to have his
tresses trimmed. The other day Bill
was sent to the barber shop around
the corner to have his hair cut and
Howard went along. Bill climbed
manfully Into a chair, and the other
barber asked Howard if he didn't
want to have his hair cut too.
"I haven't any money," said How*
"That's all right," said Bill, "fOV
cut his hair and I'll pay for it
So Howard's beautiful locks were
shorn to a closeness that left his'
ears standing out like miniature
mountains on a desert scalp. Bill paid
for both and the two youngsters went1
home. Some time later Howard's
mother came up to see Bill's mother
and vigorously expressed her disgust.'
That evening Howard's father called,
on Bill's father to register a further
protest, bnt it didn't ring true. He'
finally admitted that he was tickled,
to death over what had happened, for.'
be thought his boy was getting to be
entirely too much of a little LojflJ
Wisdom and Fofiy.
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Lake Itascathe most beautiful spot in the state of
Minnesota. This lake and a tract of land surround
the lake has been set asido by the state of Minnesota
to be used as a state park. Lake Itasca is the head*
waters of the "Father of Waters," tho famous Miss
issippi and is considered by tho state park commis
sion to bo one of the most picturesque spot in the
sio oe one or tne most picturesque spot in the
|The Hunting and Fishing)
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The lake abounds In fish and the country surround
ing the park limits abounds in game. The lake is
full of Whitefish, Musltalongo, Bass, etc. Tho reason
this country has not boon pushed as a summer re
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and hunting prohibited by the government.
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