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The books had been lying on the "window sill for over a week, unheeded, save when the maid flicked the dust off them in the early morning. The Sophomore lingered beside the open window. It was a fatal mistake, lor presently a young girl came from over the fields across his line of vision, footing the daisies lightly in her pas sage. She swung open the low gate care lessly and tripppdintothe rose-garden among the butterflies^ "Hello!" she cried, catching sight of the face at the window. "Thought you were studying, Ralph." "So I am," replied the Sophomore, "or rather, so I'm intending. What's it like out, Mollie?" She came close to the window and looked in upon him. "It's hot in the sun,-and everything seems sleepy but it's nice in the gar den—quite cool -With a breeze, and the birds are talking—but, of course, you're studying." "Yes, of course, I'm—studying," he answered. "And you like studying—don't you?" "Yes—awfully." "It's very good of you, then, to have •denied yourself such a great pleasure for over a week." "Don't mention it." The girl took up the text-book which had fallen from Ralph's* arm on to the window ledge. "It's odd stuff to like so immensely. Who made it?" she queried, turning over the pages aimlessly. "Aristotle." "Who's he?" "A great philosopher." "Oh!" Again the young man took up the lexicon, the text-book, and the English •translation. Sitting down, he opened THE ENGLISH TRANSLATION By MAUD WINIFRED SFENGZ The Sophomore was drawing his -hands leisurely out of the pockets of lis trousers, and reluctantly stowing 3,way undeirhis arm a small Greek lex icon, a text-book of Aristotle, and ah English translation. *1 •IT IS VERT COOL AND PLEASANT UP HERE," SAID MOLLY, SET TLING HERSELF BIRDLIKE UPON HER PERCH. the text-book. It smelt of tobacco, and showed pencil markings on the margin at Intervals. For awhile he interested himself with turning over the pages, noting these. Half an hour later a servant handed him a thin, orange-colored envelope When Ralph had read the 12 brief words, he placed the books upon the window sill and went into the garden and round by the outbuildings. On the shadiest side a rude see-saw had been put together. Mollie was sit ting on the further end of the slanting beam, a book upon her lap. Ralph approached the see-saw cau tiously on the side Mollie was backing. Then he threw his weight upon the Taised end of the beam. "Hold on tight!" he called out. Instantly the position of the beam began to reverse, Mollie went swinging «P gently into mid-air. Ralph sat on the other end firmly, his arms folded, his feet resting among the daisies and buttercups that bestrewed the field. The girl uttered a little cry of sur prise as the see-saw was put in mo tion and the open book fell from her lap crushing the grass. "What are you up to, Ralph?* Let me down!" she called from her lofty throne. "Not till you agree to fulfill your promise of last night," he answered from the buttercups and daisies. "Why are you so persistent?" she asked. "Bfecause 1 am going away this eve ning. I have had a telegram. It is my last chance." It is very cool and pleasant up here," said Mollie, settling hprself bird like upon her perch. "I'm enjoying It "Awfully glad «to hear it," Ralph an swered. "What a pity you didn't bring your Ari3totle with you!" the girl said pres ently. "You could have read such a lot of it" "I'm quite oontenr/wlth my present position," said the voice from the daisies. 'v,v 4Hem! Ife mw It's very lowly. You're easily satisfied," answered the voice from the cloudless blue. "You're going to fulfill your prom' ise?" asked the voice from the eartEr 'T can't hearT I'm too high qp/* called back the treble voice. A long silence followed, brokenonly by the varied sounds that help to make the summer. Presently the young/scholar caught sight of the book Mpliie had^been so intent upon, it was an old Greek grammar—one of his own. He reeog hized it at once. "Why, little Mollie!" lie cried, giv ing a start that nearly resulted In a catastrophe to the girl poised above him, "what are you ?doing Greek?" J* "I thought would take it up,"'she answered, with a grand air, "as you seem to consider it so nice." "Is that a recommendation?" he asked. She was silent "Why didn't you ask me to teach you Greek?' There was just a touch of earnestness in his tone. "I did not like to disturb you/' she answered, turning away her head de murely. "But have not really done any work since I came down here yott know that quite as well as I do. Mol lie, look at me." "I can't my neck aches on that side." "Mollie, I am going away this eve ning." "I've heard that before." "Mollie, why won't you be kind to me?" "I am kind. I leave you- to your studies in peace." "But I don't like studying while I'm here." "Then why did you sky so this after noon?" "I was trying to think that I liked it." Mollie turned her' head and looked down upon him from 'her exalted posi tion. "But you like Aristotle—awfully, don't you?" "Not when you are near," he said, digging his heel into the daisies. "Oh! So you are trying to be a good boy this afternoon?" "I found it harder than I thought, he answered, somewhat dejectedly. "Poor boy!" she murmured consol ingly from full, red lips. Another silence ensued. "Couldn't ydu teach me some Greek now?" asked the girl. "Say some thing to me in Greek. It would help to pass tne time away you know*" He looked up with thoughtful eyes. "Zoe mou sas agapo," he said, re peating the line slowly from Byron's "Maid of Athens." He knew his Byron better than his Aristotle. "That's very short, sentence, but it means lot" "What does It mean?" she asked, leaning towards him. "Something very nice." "Say the funny sentence again," she demanded. "Zoe mou sas agapo," he murmured, as before. "Do translate it," she urged. "Some day I will come back and translate it to you," Ralph said, avoid ing her gaze. "Thank you," she answered curtly "you need nqf take the trouble. Greek is not so very interesting to me and, after all, I don't pretend to be wise, am only a—butterfly. Oh, sit still, Ralph! Remember, we are on a see saw!" "Mollie, I want to tell you something —I am going to be 'wise' for once, or rather, I am going to try to be wise." "Is it very hard?" "Yes, dreadfully." "Yet you read Aristotle and he was a very wise man." "Oh, yes, he was all that but he didn't understand this sort of thing, you know." "What sort of thing?" "This see-sawing sort of thing/' "Wasn't that funny sentence from Aristotle?" "Oh, no." -An amused smile passed over the young man's face. "Aristotle never wrote anything so nice as that." "Tell me what the sentence means, and then—and then—and then you can let me down from the see-saw. But you'll do it gently, won't you?" mm r| "You understand what you are say ing, Mollie? You understand the' whole of it?" She nodded her head* He fixed his gaze upon-her and be gan translating slowly. "Zoe mcnns 'life'—mou, 'of ine'— agapo means—sas agapo means—'*^ "What does it mean?" "What do you think?" "I can't think it's all Greek to me. He looked- away into the shadows "Ralph, what does sas agapo mean?*' He slid dexterously nearer the cen ter of the plank, allowing it to balance till thejr were on a level. ,f' ,» "It means 'you—I-^love.'ir In a moment he was. atlher .side." J'Now, Mollie," he cried, putting his arm abjout her, "give methe 'kiss you promised me last night." Meanwhile, around a latticed win-? dow, gay roses nodded knowingly at a small Greek lexicon, a text-book ol Aristotle* and an English translation, lying on the window sill. They shook their beautiful heads knowingly, espe? dally at the English translation. rcooyriffht. by Joseph B^ JJttwle*)^ hv RECREATION HOURS. SUGGESTIONS FOR NOVEL AND PLEASING ENTERTAINM ENTS. Guessing Game^That Has Some New feature*—"Mother Goose" Lunch 'eoh Enjoyable Event. A Guessing Game. This clevef? little game was offered at an affair given for..a recent bride elect. *The questions were written in white ink on heart-shaped cards of tose color, and the guests were told that the answers all began with the word "heart." t'] QUESTIONS. 1—What she takes from us? 2—How, she greets us? 3—Where we sit? 4—What, disease threatens? 6—Oftentimes what is her conduct? 6—What then comes of us? 7—How do we feel? 8—Describe the catastrophe? 9—What flower consoles us? 10—Under-'Its influence what then do we -become? ANSWERS. 1—-Hearts. 2—Heartily. 3—Hearth. 4—Heartburn. 5—Heartless. 6—Heartache. 7—Heart-sick. 8—^-Heart rending. 9—Heart's ease. 10—Heart whole. The prize was a.\ heart-shaped box of "Vienna" candy which is imported, and is very .delicious. The Seven Ages of Woman. A series of impromptu tableaux was enacted in a .hotel parlor the other night, which was worthy of a far larger audience although the sum realized for charity was a good one, owing to the generosity of the appre ciative audience. The pictures shown represented "the seven ages of wom an first, "Infancy" was a real live baby, hastily borrowed for the occa sion, with a real live angel lending over "It "'the Second scene, "Child hood," was modeled after Jessie Wil cox Smith's charming picture, called "The First L6ve." Then the "School girl" came next, with books and slate "Maidenhood" showed a young girl daintily gowned with a letter in her lap and a box containing a diamond ring "Wifehood" and "Motherhood" were followed by "Old Age." Space forbids going into the details of each scene, but it will be easy to work the pictures out w^i very little preparation. It is a simple matter to have colored lights, and they will greatly enhance the beauty of the pic tures. I{^ music, is played very soft ly during the scenes, it adds to the pleasure in a marked manner, and suitable selections may be found, such MONOGRAM EASY TO WORK. Made in Satin-Stitch and Outlined with Cording-Stitch. Here is a bold, distinct monogram of S. P., worked in satin-stitch, out lined with cording-stitch. The letters must be well padded by running out with soft cotton before the satin-stytch is worked, then the entire outline is worked with fine cording-stitch, close up to the edges pf the satin-stitch. Easy to Make Tints. A secret "worth knowing is how to tint lhces, chiffons, silk or, crocheted buttons, feathers*. slippers, gloves, ^tc.v to a gown shade. The materials required are, oil paints ip tubeS ani benzine. The benzine^ is' placed in a porcelain bowl and the" paint is dis Solved in Iti^ The work has to be done quickly and/?of course in a flreless room. Mix the paint to the- required shade in a saucer, comparing it with the goods uhtil, the right color. When the exact tint is/reached mix with the benzine and dip the articles to be dyed quickly, in it before the paint falls to the bottom. A hairpin comes in handily to hold the edge of the gopdk. Shake "out quickly and hang up ^to dry. It Is well to make a few experiments before risking costly ma tarials, but thev process is really not at all formidable, -. &- Ln- PURELY FEMININE s... as Atild Lang Syne" Or "Long, Long Ago," for "the Old Age," the "Wed ding March" for "Wifehood,'V and Hush-a-By Baby" for "Infancy. A "Mother Goose" Luncheon. A "Mother Goose" luncheon is in deed aii affair out of the ordinary. In the invitations, which had quaint littlP ppn and ink sketches on them, of "Mother Goose" in peaked hat and a brooro, ready to "sweep the cobwebs down fi-om the sky," the guests were requested to wear something to indi cate a character in the dear old nursery rhymes. The centerpiece on the table was an enormous "pie," with a ribbon radiating to each plate, where a little1 woolly1 lamb was tied to.it The place cards had tiny "spiders" at tached to the^h. Each'guest was called upon tprecite the rhyme she repre sented when she was correctly guessed. This was the occasion of much merriment., .. WheijL $hp (tessert course was brought in the hostess asked, ail to pull their ribbons, and out of the "pie" came all sorts of birds, They had been found at the favor counters, and elicited much comment. "There is no telling what can be found until you begin to look," said this indefatig able hostess, who is ever on the alert for something new. The souvenirs, which were ft joy to the guests, were small Japanese teapots, bearing a cord on which was written: "Polly, put the kettle on and we'll all drink tea." A copy of "Mother Goose" for grown folks was the prize of the per son who guessed the most characters. It was a very jolly party that depart ed, and proved without doubt that we are all- Only children of a larger growth. A correspondent signing the initials "M. B." asks replies to the following questions: When one is entertaining a sister and a cousin, and wishes to give a luncheon in their honor, will the visit ing card pf the hostess be proper to use for invitations, writing "given for Mrs. Blank and Mrs Jones" on it, with the day and date? Where should these guests be seat ed at'the table? -In returning .the call of a young lady whom .you know, and have enter tained, should a card be left for her mother whom you do not know, or should just your card be left without the husband's card? Information on these subjects will be much appreciated. The visiting card is perfectly prop er to use with the names of your guests upon it, and your sister may be seated at your right, the cousin on your left at the table. If you wish to call on the young lady's mother, it will be .right to do so, asking for her and leaving a card on the other hand, you will be cor rect in simply asking for your friend and leaving your own card for her. *i ?. SHyA °4W- ^_V MADAME MERR1. DAINTY AND USEFUL TRINKET Wash Leather Purse a Gift That Will Be Appreciated.' For a dainty and useful little pres ent, Pr as a small article for sale in a bajsar, the purse, of which we give .a sketch, is a thing to be remembered. It is intended for the waistcoat pocket or a lady's bag, and is made of wash leatter. bound with1 1 ribbon, and the neck is gathered, and pulls together by means of a small silk cord with' a little tassel: Initials can be worked in silk on either side those: of the donor on the one side, perhaps, and the recipient on the oth er^ One and thrPe-fourths inches wide by 2% inches deep is quite large enough size to make this^purse, and it jas^y be lined with soft silk if de sited. The purse, from which this sketch was made, was lined with a light blue silk, the mouth bound with darker ribbon, and the initials and cords matched the latter. Wire 'for the Register. So often people tell of the many things they have lost down their reg isters. Money, buttons and thimbles are sure to roll- straight for the regis-* ter. Place a fine wire netting in the top ol the pipes, just below the regis ter, then when anything is dropped into it, all you need to do is to lift out your register and take out the ar ticled p. I 4M u" 'ft*#3* Jt* lift. PARTY The "Enchanted PumpWtt" and How It Can Be Hade to Entertain Royally. When your little brother or sister has a birthday party, and you want a novelty as a centerpiece for the tea table, try the "Enchanted Pumpkin" and see what fun it will make for the guests. It ought to be a prize pumpkin and a big one.. Scoop out all the inside* that will do well enough to make pies out of for grown-ttp people on days that are not birthdays. Then stuff it full of toys tied up In mysterious- looking bundles. v* To each "package tie a bright rib bon, letting the loose ends fall out over the sides of the pumpkin. Then carefully replace the cap or stem part, which you cut off, so that It will look as if it were still whole, and place it OH your tea table. Surrounded by ferns and colored autumn leaves, anij decorated with the drooping-ends of A DAUGHTER'S REWARD. Prize Story Written by Edith Lash brooke, a Fourteen-Year-Old Detroit Girl. The sun was just appearing above the trees, revealing a small brown cottage, situated several rods back from the road. A young girl of about 13 summers tripped lightly down the path, carrying two tin pails which glistened as the sun shone upon them. Every morning, very early, Mildred Greene went tola creek a few fields off to bring water for the day. For many years her mother had 'been a widow, but, with the help of Bill, a trusty farm hand, had been. able to keep the farm in shape and to make a fair living. As Mildred walked on, she heaved a sigh and said to herself: "I won- I Immediately after finishing her work, she hurfted up Bill and told him Of her idea. He at once became in terested and offered to help her in her undertaking. KNOWING THE BIRDS. Pleasant Study for the Summer Time in Learning Their Habits and Songs. How grand is the hawkt'or the eagle sailing far away in. the blue sky And how beautiful are song vbirds each in its favorite positipn to sing, the song sparrow with head thrown back, the bobolink sailing doWn to the grass with raised wings! Those who have spent much time in Watching bircs in the field know how differently the various birds perch, fly, run, climb or feed. The warblers catch flies, but they do not do it in such ari interest ing way as do the true fly catchers. We coipe to know a bird by the flight or walk, says St Nicholas, just as we theribbohs, it will make a pretty cen terpiece. •'Ji *t~*^ *'s When the feastis over, explains the Chicago Daily News, set the children to guessing bow many seeds are in the pumpkin. When all have guessed, tell each to take hold of one of the PULLING OP THE RIBBONS. ribbons, and when you say "Three!" they must pull on the ribbons and in that way they will find out how many seeds are in the pumpkin. Of course, each little guest secures a pretty gift. "How much money is needed to cover expenses?" he asked. "Twenty-five dollars will cover everything. But, remember, mamma is to be kept without knowledge as to this plan," and, saying this, she skipped off to the house where she found her mother m&king butter. For nearly six weeks she worked, and by that time had saved the sum of $23. There were two more to get. But where? She arose early one morning and walked into the barnyard to hunt eggs. She found a new nest which contained several, and after a short hunt she found some others, which altogether made three dozen. These she sold to a neigh boring farmer, and, after telling Bill of her success, she at once ran to the farm grocery, a mile distant, and received in exchange for all her money five five-dollar bills. After reaching vs. •#«. SKE FOUND THE NEST WHI CH CONTAINED SEVERAL. der if there is not some way in which I coulcF manage to have mamma go away for a Vacation. It is now near ly 14 years since she had seen her brother." ___ She walked on, until she reached the creek, where she sat down on a large stone and again began musing. At last she came upon an idea which exactly suited her, and she exclaime.d: "I have it! I have it! By raising and selling potatoes, onions and various other farm products I will soon get enough money." The palls were now filled and by walking quickly Mildred, soon reached home. Breakfast was awaiting her and, after partaking of it, she went about her daily duties. home, she placed them under her mother's supper plate. A look of surprise stole oyer the mother's face, and the evening that followed was indeed a happy one. After two days' preparation, Mil dred's mother set out an unexpected trip. Her brother was overjoyed at seeing the sister whom he had not seen for so many years. On hearing of the circumstances and of the thoughtfulhess of his niece, he at once decided to send for her. The next train that left a certain little village carried with it a very happy girl. Mildred arrived safely at her destination and was met at the depot by her uncle. All that winter, she remained in the city and attended school. Many other rewards were bestowed upon her, and all on account of her thoughtful ness and unselfish ways.—Detroit Free Press. know other friends by their gait or even by the sound of their tread, in flight, the wings of many different birds make peculiar sounds whereby we may know the birds even if they themselves are out of sight. It is not at all necessary to get close enough to a bird to see its exact color, or the shape, of its bill and feet for its movements and outlines can be seen at a greater distance and so we may know the bird even though it should fly S.way, as birds often do as soon as we try to stalk them for a nearer view. Tom Knew." Teacher—Tommie, what is the hard* est wood that grows? Tommie—The kind a feller's got to SDlit.~Yonkfr's Statesman. -W vi