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THE RIVER OF TIME.
There's a rtver that always Is flowing:
It Is bearing your life-boat and mine,
'On Its mystic and fathomless bosom, '
And we call It the Hlver of Time.
And It often flows stilly and quiet.
As it wlndoth through blossom-lined
ways,
ind we gather life's roses and lilies.
In the beautiful sunshiny days.
It Is then, with our loved ones around us.
That we list to the songs of the birds
.And our hearts' gladly echo the singing,
To the music of each loving word.
Eut in some spots the waters grow troubled,
For deep whirlpools and rapids are there,
And 'tis many fair vessels that founder
On the sharp, Jagged rocks of despair.
And there sometimes come storms and
thick darkness,
When wo sorrow, and shiver, arid moan,
And we find when the daylight Is breaking,
We are drifting, bereft and alone.
On, the mystic and fathomless river,
That Is bearing your life-boat and mine.
Ph. the peaceful, the storm haunted river.
That we know as the Itlver of Tlmel
There's no man e'er beheld Its beginning,
Nor can tell when Its ending shall be,
2iut we know that 'twill bear us on and on,
Till we enter Eternity's seat
Lottie C. Mosey, tn Farm, Field and Fire
side. THE VETERAN.
BY 8TKVIIEX CRANE.
UT of the window
could be seen three
hickory trees
placed Irregularly
in a m ead ow that
wns resplendent in
springtime green.
Further away the
old dismal belfry
of the village
church loomed
over the pines. A
horso meditating
in the shade of one
of the hickories lazily swished his tail.
.The warm sunshine made an oblong of
ivivid yellow on the floor of the grocery
'store.
"Could you see the whites of their
eyes?" said the man who was seated on
a soap box.
"Nothing of the kind," replied old
Tlenry, warmly. "Just a lot of flitting
figures, and I let go when they 'peared
to be thickest. Bang!"
"Mr. Fleming," said the grocer. His
deferent's! "!ee e reused soinelnw
tbc oM mai 's eu t oi .ill weight. "Mr
Fleunpg, o nt'i was fnghteued
much iu th-pj battles, was you""
'I ho ett'ivu 1 imeil do n n,. 1
grin up i. Oo-r.ing his inn in er, the
entire group t. Mere J "Well, I gue- 1
iWus," heuumteied.finull; "pretty well
.scared, sometimes. Why, in my first
ibattle I thought tho sky was falling
down. I thought the world was coui
jing to an end. You bet I was scared."
Everyone laughed. Perhnps it seemed
'.strange and rather wonderful to them
ithnt it man should admit the thing,
and In the tone of their laughter there
'was probably more admiration than if
told Fleming had declared that he had
'always been o lion. Moreover, they
knew that he had ranked as an orderly
jsergcant, and so their opinion of his
heroism was fixed. None, to be sure,
Itncw how an orderly sergeant ranked,
but then it was understood to be some
where just shy of a major general's
;atars. So when old Henry admitted that
he had been frightened there was a
daugh.
"The trouble was," said the old man,
"I thought they were all shooting at
me. Yes, sir. I thought every man in
the other army was aiming at mo in
"YOU BET I WAS SCARED."
'particular, and only me. And it seemed
60 darned unreasonable, you know. I
wanted to explain to 'em what an al
mighty good fellow I was, because I
thought then they might quit all try
ing to hit me. But 1 couldn't explain,
and they kept on being unreasonable
bllml blaml bongl So I run!"
1 Two little triangles of wrinkles ap
peared at the corners of his eyes. Evi
dently he appreciated some comedy in
this recital. Down near his feet, how
ever, little Jim, his grandson, was visi
bly horror-stricken. His hands were
clasped nervously and his eyes were
wide with astonishment at this terrible
scandal, his most magnificent grand
father telling such a thing.
"That was at Chanceliorsvllle. Of
ourse, afterwards I got kind of used to
It. A man does. Lots of men, though,
seem to feel all right from the start.
I did, as soon as I 'got onto it,' ns they
say now, but at flrst'I was pretty flus
tered. Now, there was young Jim
Conklin old Si Conklin's son that
used to keep tho tannery you none of
you recollect him he went into it from
the sturt'just as if he was born to it.
But with me it was different. I had to
get used to it."
When little Jim walked with bis
grandfather he was in the habit of
skipping along on the stone pavement
in front of the three stores and tho
hotel of the town, and betting that he
could avoid the cracks. But upon this
day he walked soberly, with his hand
gripping two of his grandfather's fin
gers. Sometimes he kicked abstracted
ly at dandelions that curved over tho
walk. Anyone could see that he wus
much troubled.
"There's Sickles' colt over in the med
der, Jimmle," said tle old man. "Don't
you wish you owned one like him?"
"Um," said the boy, with a strange
lock of interest. He continued his re
flections. When finally he ventured
"Grandpa- now wus that true what
you was telling those men?
"What?" asked the grandfather.
What was I telling them?"
"O, about you running."
"Why, yes, thut was true enough,
Jimmle. It wns my first fight, and there
was an awful lot of noise, you know."
Jimmle seemed dazed that this idol
of its own will should so totter. His
stout boyish idealism was injured.
Presently the grandfather said:
"Sickles' colt is going for a drink. Don't
you wish you owned bickles' colt, Jim
mie?"
The boy merely unsw crcd : "He ain't
us nice ns our'u." He lapsed then to
u not her moody silence.
One of the hired men, a Swede, de
sired to drive to the county seat for
purposes of his own. The old man
loaned a horse and an unwashed buggy.
It nppeured luter that one of the pur
poses of the Swede was to get drunk.
After quelling some boisterous frolic
of the farmhands and boys in the gar
ret, the old mnn had that night gone
peacefully to sleep, when he was
aroused by clamoring at the kitchen
door. He grabbed his trousers, und
they waved out behind as he dashed
forward. He could hear the voice of
the Swede, screaming and blubbering.
He pushed the wooden button, and as
the door flew open, the Swede, a maniac,
stumbled inward, chattering, weeping,
still screaming: "De barn Are! Firel
Fire! Do barn firel Firel Firel"
There was a swift and indescribnhlo
change in the old man Hisfaiecc i
iaMantlv tubea iiice itbeonn a u
a graj tiling, with honor wnten niicut
the mo ith aid cjes. lie o.irselv
hhouH d it the foot of the 1 tt' , ricktj
e'lim.nn I ininudintoly, .t seeme.l. It ere
i i, ic dmwi m. uialauche of nx.ii o
one knew that during this time the old
lady had been standing in her night
clothes at the bedroom -door yelling:
"What's th' mntter? What's th' mat
ter? What's th' matter?"
When they dashed toward tho barn
it presented to their eyes its usual ap
pearance, solemn, rather mystic in the
black night. Tho Swede's lantern was
overturned at a point some yards from
in front of the barndoors. It contained
a wild little conflagration of its own,
and even in their excitement some of
those who ran felt a gentle secondary vi
bration of the thrifty part of their
minds at sight of this overturned Ian
tern. Under ordinary circumstances It
would have been a calamity.
But the cattle in the barn were
trampling, trampling, trampling, and
above this noise could be heard a hum
ming like the song of innumerable bees.
The old man hurled aside the great
doors, and a yellow flame leaped out
at one corner and sped and sped and
wavered fruntlcally up the old gray
wall. It was glad, terrible, this single
flame, like the wild banner of deadly
and triumphant toes.
Tho motley crowd from the garret
bad come with all the palls of the farm.
They flung themselves upon the well.
It was a leisurely old machine, long
dwelling in Indolence. It was in the
habit of giving out water with a sort of
reluctance. The men stormed at it,
cursed it, but it continued to allow the
buckets to be filled only after the
wheezy windlass had howled many pro
tests at the mad-handed men.
With his open knife in his bnnd old
Fleming himself had gone headlong
Into the' barn, where the stifling smoke
sw irled with the air currents, and where
could be heard in its fullness the ter
rible chorus of the flames, laden with
tones of hate and death, a hymn of
wonderful ferocity.
He flung a blanket over the old mare's
head, cut the halter close to the manger,
led the1 mare to the door, and fairly
kicked her out to safety. He returned
with the some blanket and rescued one
of the work horses. He took five horses
out, and then came out himself with his
clothes bravely on fire, ne had no
whiskers, and verly little hair on his
head. They soused five palifulsof water
on him. His eldest son made a clean
miss with the sixth pailful because the
old man had turned and was running
down the decline and nround to the base
ment of the barn where were the
stanchions of cows. Some one noticed
at the time that he ran very lamely, as
if one of the frenzied hor&es had
Mnushed his hit). I
The cows, with their beads held in
the heavy stanchions, hnd thrown them
selves, strangled themselves, tangled
themselves done everything which the
ingenultyof their exuberant fear could
suggest to them.
Here, as at the well, the same thing
happened to every man save one. Their
hands went mad. They became incapa
ble of everything save the power to
rush into dangerous situations.
The old man released the cow nearest
the door, and she, blind drunk with ter
ror, crashed into the Swede. The Swede
had been running to and fro, babbling.
He carried an empty milk pail, to which
he clung with an unconscious fierce en
thusiasm. He shrieked like one lost as
he went under the cow's hoofs, and the
milk pail, rolling across the floor, made
a flash of silver in the gloom.
Old Fleming took a fork, beat off the
cow, and dragged the poralized Swede
to the open air. When they had res
cued all the cows savepne, which had
so fastened herself that she could not
be moved an inch, they returned to the
T MUST TRY AND GET 'EM OUT."
front of the barn and stood sadly,
breathing like men who had reached
the final point of human effort.
Many people had come running.
Some one had even gone to the church,
and now, from the distance, rang tho
tocsin note of the old bell. There was a
long flare of crimson on the sky, which
made remote people speculate as to the
whereabouts of the fire.
The long flames sang their drumming
chorus in voices of the heaviest bass.
The wind whirled clouds of smoke and
cinders into the faces of the spectators.
The form of the old barn was outlined
in black amid these masses of orange
hucd flames.
And then came this Swede again cry
i g ns one who in tho nrapon of tho
h nMcr fufcd "!' coltsl Dc colts!
ou lime for,'rt 'le cults'"
Old Tienitng "tngjrered. Jt was true;
tho had forpotteu the wo colts in tho
inx tails ittbe ackrftl iiam "liojs,"
1, . ci.wl "I must trv 1 i L-'-t ' m out."
They clamoredabouthiwtl.cu, afraid for
him, afraid orwnanneysnouiasee. men
they talked wildly each to each. "Why,
it's sure death!" "He would never get
out!" "Why, it's suicide for a man to
go in there!" Old Fleming stared, absent-mindedly,
nt the open doors. "The
poor little tilings," he said. He rushed
into the barn.
When the roof fell in a great funnel
of smoke swarmed towards the sky, as
if the old man's mighty spirit, released
from its body a little bottle had
swelled like the genl of fable. The
smoke was tinted rose hue from the
flames, and perhaps the unutterable
midnights of the universe will have no
power to daunt the color of his soul.
St. James Budget.
Log Cabin Philosophy.
No matter how big de fish Is, folks
won't be happy cz long cz dey think
dor's bigger fish unkotched.
Dnr's so many hills on dc road ter
heaven dat some folks misses dc placo
entirely by buildin' a railroad 'round
'em.
De reason people won't go tcr church
in rainy weather is kase dey religion
ain't waterproof.
When you is uncertain which way tcr
go at de forks or de road, de bes' thing
ter do is ter go de right way.
Don't look down on folks kase dey's
lesser den what you is. De wind is so
small dat you can't sec it, but it raises
de debbil in a cyclone.
De rocs nin't ter de swift, ner de bat
tle tcr de strong, but dese heah Samson
fellers commands a mighty heap er re
spec' when dey tu'n loose on de com
munity. Atlanta Constitution.
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In I1U Shaving Brush.
He How the blithering blazes did
my shaving brush get full of sand, I
wnnttoknow?
She Oh! Some must have accident
ally got into it when I was using it to
lather my bicycle tiro to find where the
puncture wns. Indianapolis Journal.
The Penalty Fixed.
Jinks How much do you think a
minister ought to get for marrying a
couple?
Fllkir.s Well, if whollv unac
quainted with them perhaps he might
be let off with six months. N. Y. Trib
une.
Too Common.
"Did you ever notice that almost all
these misers reported in the papers are
single men?" asked Mr. Watts,
"Yes," answered Mrs. Watts. "Mar
ried misers are too common to be worth
mentioning." Indianapolis Journal.
WOMAN AND HOME.
QUEEN NATALIE'S NECK.
It Beauty aud Symmetry Is tho Talk of
All Europe. .
The most beautiful queen of Europe
Is Natalie of Sorvia, and her greatest
beauty is her neck. The world has just
been let into the secret of the method
which has largely enabled her to de
velop this charmingfeature.
The queen take frequent and regular
exercise with a heavy pitcher on her
head. The result of this is to straight
en and strengthen the neck und to give
It the form which the highest standard
of female beauty requires. Not only
does the exercise add to present beauty,
but it arrests the ravages which time
makes more quickly in the female neck
than in nny other place.
Natalie is a woman whose career
has perhaps been more exciting and pic
turesque than that of any living oc
cupant of a European throne Her
beauty is of an order that is in keeping
with the vigor of her character.
Neither amiability nor feminine gentle
ness enters into the latter to a notice
able degree.
Natalie is now living In the dignity
proper to the rank of a queen-dowager,
while her husband has a pension, but is
not allowed to enter his own country,
ne spends his money as soon as he gets
it in drink and riotous living. The rest
of the qunrtcr he lives by begging, bor
rowing, sponging and playing cards.
The queen, on the other band, engages
in the much more laudable and whole
some employment of preserving her
neck and shoulders.
If you could obtain admission to the
grounds of the queen's residence near
Belgrade, at about eight o clock in the
morning, you would see her majesty
taking a brisk walk, with her pitcher on
her shapely bead. She is accompanied
by a dame d'honneur, who is not herself
an expert in the art of pitcher carrying.
Queen Natalie has very abundant
black hair and a rich coloring. She is a
very finely developed woman. Her fig
ure Is very strong and erect and her car
rlage is perfect, for her favorite exer
cise tends to develop the latter quality
as well as to beautify the neck and shoul
ders. These are adorable and beyond
nil criticism. She takes care to dress
in a way to show these to the best ad
vantage.
From chin to bust Queen Natalie's
flesh has the firmness of marble; al
though, unlike that substance, it is full
tm"k
NATALIE AS A WATER CARRIER.
of life and blood. Her head is placed on
her shoulders after the manner of
Venus of Mllo. There are no protrud
ing bones, no wrinkles, no hollows, but
neither is there any superfluous fat
ness. The whole is a beautiful poem of
form.
The exercise to which Natalie owes
so much of her charm is one which has
been practiced by women of the
poorer classes in many countries, from
the earliest ages. Ilachel, it may be re
membered, met Jacob when she was
going to the well with her.pitcher. The
women of oriental countries, of Greece
and of Italy have always been accus
tomed to carry pitchers and other bur
dens on their heads. They have little
idea of beautifying themselves when
they do this, but, nevertheless, they are
doing so.
The American woman who worries
about the shape of her neck probably
never thinks that its defects are due to
lack of proper exercise tending to espe
cially strengthen this part. She may
be able, suggest the New York Jour
nal, to profit by the example of the
queen of Servla.
New Conceit In Umbrellas.
Jewels in umbrella handles is a new
conceit. It is considered extremely up-to-date
to have precious stones set into
your parasol stick or umbrella handle,
and to cause them to be arranged in ail
kinds of beautiful designs. When a
lady is tired of a ring, all she has to do
is to go to her jeweler and commission
him to transfer the stones to the um
brella handle.
Important.
Teacher A'hat Is the most impor
tant mechanical invention of our cen
tury? Pupil The penny-in-the-slot candy
machine. Flicgende Blactter.
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EMBROIDERY NOVELTY.
Jewel Work, Which Is Both Effective an
Simple, the Latest Fad.
The last new thing in embroidery
is known as jewel work from the fact
that it is supposed to represent jewels
scattered here and there. While un
doubtedly considerable imagination
roust be called into play before ame
thysts, rubies, turquoises and the like
can be discovered in the rounds and
ovals called by their names, it is effec
tive, and it is nov el. Just at the present
moment gurnets are in highest favor.
The design given is a simple one. AH
JEWELED DOILT.
its color is confined to the gems, which
are 'indicated by ovals and circles. The
model from which the drawing was
made is designed for use with dainty
blue and white china, and nile tur
quoises are used, but it might easily be
varied to suit any scheme of color. The
edge is buttonholed with white floss.
All the design is worked with white ex
cepting only the turquoises, which are
stuffed and worked in French over
and oter stitch with blue floss as near
to the color of the real jewel bb possi
ble. The effect is delightful, and the
dolly harmonizes to perfection with the
dinner service for which it was made.
The use of a single jewel, Buch at
the turquoise, has the advantage ot
simplicity, and work so done requires
less knowledge of harmony than docs
a combination. Two or more gems can
be used, however, to give a rich and
elegant result. Often the design proper
is executed in color, but white as a
foundation is safest and can bejrusttd,
to set forth the jewels at their best.
An ambitious piece of work shows the
topaz and amethyst combined and is
really very effective. The colors be
ing brilliant and decided it can only be
used with judgment, but as a resting
place for a cut glass bowl of maidenhair
ferns it is decorative In the extreme.
Chicago Chronicle.
BE YOUR OWN DOCTOR.
):atlly Applied Kemedlei for u omberof
Mluor Ailments.
Don't send for a doctor whenever yon
fel badly or lour heart nn't right or
)jii 1 ove n uAil. lucre are many sun
pl oud direct remedies wh cb. you can
1 iste in our hat and nppN on occasion.
(Jive Nature a chance und help her alt
joucan.
Thus, for instance, both sneezing and
coughing can be arrested by pressing
firmly on the upper lip or in front ot
the ear.
Boxing the ears of a person suffer
ing from hay fever is said to be a sov
ereign remedy for that inconvenient
malady. That severe attacks of rheu
matism are greatly relieved by bee
stings has been noted, and in Malta and
in Bussio, where bees abound, they are
in such repute as a cure that resort
to this primitive kind of inoculation
has been a common practice forgenera
tious, with most satisfactory results.
Excessive palpitation of the heart can
always be arrested by bending double,
head downward, and hands hanging.
If breathing is temporarily suspended
while in this position, the effect is all
tho more rapid. Hiccough can almost
always be stopped by this simple ac
tion, which is more readily available
than the often recommended fright or
sudden start which one cannot easily
get up for one's self on the spur of the
moment.
The distressing cramping of the fin
gers from constant uso of a pen, which
may in time develop into writers'
cramp, can always be prevented by en
larging the holder either by wrapping
string around it or by running tho
handle of the pen through a bit of rub
ber tubing.
The innumerable hosts of new and
infallible cures for colds would easily
fill a good-sized volume, and still they
come. One quite too simple way of nip
ping a cold in the bud is to sit down in
front of a good fire and warm your
buck thoroughly, for the back is the
place where cold is usually caught, be
ing careful, of course, not to go at once
into a cold room. A French physician
goes to extremes by applying a piece
of ice at the spine. Indeed, nowadays
the curative value of cold Is being high
ly spoken of, and the inflammatory soro
throat, which used to be treated by
poultices and warmth, is now said to be
easily and quickly cured by. sucking ice
and keeping the patient in a low tem
perature. Ice at the neck is also a
powerful curative for asthma. In fact,
it is 'even predicted that the dry, cold,
clear air of the arctic, keen and free
from germs, will, before long, be rec
ommended for ailments springing from
weak chests. N. Y. Journal.
The Best Way.
Miss Red bud Shall 1 announce my;
engagement at once, dear?
Miss Pinkerly 1 w ould. If you will
nny longer it may be too late. N, TLi
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