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HEN we Kreet the
new year's pres-
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s'v As our king for
days to come
When we walk within bin paluee,
And it set-ms as sweet as home.
would we ask of Time to bl.-im
What from his hands would we roccivef—
But counwe for the tasks before us,
And power to do aa we believe!
Lettiia royal grace command us
IB the name of truth to fight
jL,pt his
floating o'er us,
Ever Ifiad us to tho rijfht.
Strike down the sins that smite us,
Banish tbe bandits in our way
cross knights bo bold to vanquish
The monsters making man their prey.
In these days of toil and striving,
There's so much fi-r hands to do,
And for lips that have a message
Is the need that they be true
The ancient word of love is mighty,
Its living wer to save is sure
And were our souls atlanie and
The day of victory we'd secure.
let us strive to make men better,
Doint( uoniethins,' for the rsce.
Wiping out some gilded error,
Bringing back some gentle grace'
By honest word and deed defending
What earnest hearts desire to do
By hope and help their plans perfecting,
And by the old enrich the new
Let us aak of Time correction
Ofthepas we used but ill
Let us aak to do our duty.
With a braver, truer will
Then waking in the new year's portals.
Thrilling with soldier love of fame.
We'll give our (iod our grandest service
la holy worship of His name!
•William rim ton, in Good Housekeeping.
•nt to
North's for our
New Year's din
ner. She dined
with us on Christ
mas, and we al
ways spent New
Year's wfrh. Wr. \YYu n I say all of
I mean pa.-ah ma ntid Helen and Alice
(Bobertj, thepuly boy in the
family, and 1 eaii tell you being the
only boy, with tw6 of tier sisters order
in* you round, and nagging and mak
ing fun of you, isn't a delightful posi
Pa is grandma's only child, ami that's
the reason there's so few of u,s when
"e come together at a family "dinner.
To be sure we have other relatives,
but, tliey live way up north, and 1
haven't seen half of them and couldn't
even tell you half their' names.
Grandma lives oil a farm about two
miles from*'the town of -Shelton, and
though slie's a very old lady she's as
spry and active as if she was young,
and manages the farm by herself just
as well* as grandpa did when he was
We live so far from Pine Grove—
that's the name of the farm -that we
always get there a day or two before
New Vear's. I must say for grandttia
there isn't any stilting at her table, or
winking and frowning at you not to
take two helps of this or that, and
vrlien she catehes i»a or the girls doing
it at me, she calls out:
*!Por goodness' sake, let Bob eat as
much as he wants to! Where's the
Sense of stinting a boy of thirteen in
Ids eating? I like to see young people
eat as if they enjoyed their meals, and
®°t mincing and dallying over their
plates. Let the boy alone, Maria."
Grandma has a cook an Irishwoman
named Molly McShane, just as jolly
and( good-natured as herself. She's
Jived ten years at Pine Grove, and she's
asgfed to see us all as gran.lma is.
She's no beauty, Molly isn't, for she's
short arid squat, and has no more fig
ure than a cotton bale, and her face is
broad and red, and her nose looks as if
it had been mashed flat.
&he isn't young, either, bnt for all
that she's got a beau named Terence
O'Rrien. A worthless young fellow he
is» grandma says, who wants to get at
Molly's bag of savings and if he can
cajole her out of them without marry
ing her, he'U do it but if he can't, he'll
make her Mrs. O'Brien, and get away
with the money. But Molly keeps a
tight grip on her bag. She and Ter
ence count the money over every two
or three months, but she holds on to
every nickel, and he can't get one of
'em out'of her.
Pa tried to persuade her to put her
money in a savings bank, but she hoot*
at him.
"No, sor, I'll be niver that silly to
ptxt me money where 1 cannot see it
*hen want. Banks break, and if I
J»i4 All the goold and silver and jools
av the wurld, no banks would see 'em,
and swailer 'ern up. Sometimes 1
dhratn av me money, and then it does
me all the gnd in the wurld to open
me ehist and see me bag all safe."
"Take eare, Molly!"' pa said, laugh
ing. "Since Terry knows so well
where you keep your treasure, some
bright morning you will wake up and
find both bag and sweetheart gone."
Molly got red, and cried out: "An'
do ye main to say, sor, that Terence
O'Brien, what comes av the good ould
shtock— why, the O'Briens came av the
kings av Munsther— that he would de
mane himself to be a dirthy thafe? Ah,
"Very well," pa said, still larghing.
"If I were you, Molly, I'd change my
hiding-piaee now and then. It won't
do any harm."
She didn't answer, but went about
looking troubled until grandma had to
scold her for being so absent-minded
that she put sugar instead of salt in
the soup, and burned the chickens to a
"What is the matter with you,
Molly?" says grandma.
"It's the evil one that's got into me,
I think, ma'am," Molly said. "I'm
just dazed, and I feel as if some great
trouble was comin'."
That was at night, and the next
morning there was the greatest hulla
baloo you ever fyeard. .Molly's bag of
money was gone from her chest, and
she was in hysterics. The strangest
thing of all was, she always wore the
key of the chest on a^string around
her neck, and it never came off day or
night. The key was in its plaee, and
the chest locked as usual, but when
she opened it trie money bag was gone.
"Who was here last night, Molly?"
asked pa.
"It was Terry!" she screamed. "It's
him. the thafe, that's got my money!
We counted it, and he says as how
there was enough to get married on
afther New Year. Have him arrested,•
Misther North, for the howly Vargin's
"But how did he get the keys?" pa
"How ean I know?" she groaned. "I
had awftil dhrames all night av walk
in' and climbin', and I was that sore
this morn in'. He's got my money some
wayV' and then she began to howl
Pa wont to town, but fitire enough
Mr. O'Brien wasn't to be found, and
the man where he worked.said he had
gone off on the north-bound train, but
said he would be back in a day or two.
"An' where did the dirthy thafe get.
the money for his ticket," cries Molly,
"whin niver a red eint did he have in
his pocket?"
Pa told her he had put the policfe on
his track, and that quieted Uer so she
managed to cook the dinner, but she
cried quarts between times.
Thill was the day before New Year,
and .-after dinner grandma took us into
the pantry to see tin things. Oh, 1
couldn't begin to' tell you what dofids
of pies and cakes and fruits -fend
candies there were, but we hardly saw
anything for looking and wondering at
a monstrous turkey that hung from a
big hook in the ceiling. Tt was a
mammpth, and grandma satd that oWl
as she was sire had never "Seen any
thing like it. It was of a bfg breecb to
e i n w i a n a e e n a e n i n
a coop for a year.
"For two -months," gramhfia said,
"the {urke'y has been fed fin pecans
and walnuts, and just look at the fat!
If it isn't delicious, then 1'niMio judge
of a tine turkey."
Even Molly got up .her spirits over
that turkey, and told us how she was
going'to stuff it with truffles-, and such
a gravyl After that she had
crvirig* "spell, and took herself off to
The-next morning, after breakfast,
she took the keys out of her .pocket
and started for the pantry. I wentt
along, but she was ahead. She opened
the door and gave a little start and
cried out: "Where's the turkey?"
Sure enough,, there was the hook, but
no turkey. Molly looked on the
shelves, behind the barrels, and in
every nook and corner, as if the mice
could have moved that monster. Then
she says to me, looking as whit# as a
"Bob, run to the misthress and be
askin' her if she moved the turkey?"
"The turkey!" cries grandma, jump
ing up. "What does that girl mean?
Has she lost her stnses? Where should
the turkey be but in the pantry where
she hung it?"
"It isn't there, grandma," I said, and
then everybody ran to the pantry. Molly
was sitting in a chair, looking scared
to death, and gasping for breath.
"It's gone! it's gone!" she hollered,
lamping up and clapping ber hands.
"It's gone like my money! The door
was locked, and the key in my pocket
The window is barred, look! The\$
haven't been touched! Howly saints,
but it is bewitched the house is!"
Well, it was just as she said. Every
thing was in its place, the ducks and
geese and mutton, and not a single pie
or cake had been touched. The thief,
whoever it was, only hankered for the
big turkey.
"Hut who could have taken it?" says
grandma, looking hard at Molly. "I
don't suspect you, Molly, for you've
been with me for tan years, and I've
never missed a pin. But did you have
visitors last night, and did you give
them a peep at the turkey?"
"Me have visitors," Molly cried,"and
me pore heart broke entirely at losin'
me money, and Terry's rascality. No,
ma'am, 1 cried, till the slapa came, and
then 1 dhrained av the turkey. Yes I
did. and it was alive and ilyin' and I
runnin' afther it."
"Well, it's no use moaning," grand- i
ma said. She's a sensible old lady,
and she never cries over spilt milk.
"We'll go without any dinner if you
don't go to work, Molly. I'm sorry
about the turkey, but I reckon we
must make a shift \Vithout it Where's
the sage and onions for the goose
"Here's the onions, ma'am, but 1
clean forgot the sage yisterday when
to town for the things. But
I remember I have a bag of sage io
my chkt, I keeps for gargles. I'll run
and get it."
We heard her lumbering up the stairs
and around, and then she gave
screech which sent us up there in a
hurry. There she was lying Hat on hei
back, pounding her heels ou the floor
SHE iJKi.W fctjiltiUINO OUT.
and howling and lauffhipfir like one n*
the laughing hyenas you see snows.
turkey! the turkey!" she
howlecj, "in my ehist, wropped in my
!llk shawl the grandmother lift me."
Thet-.e it -was, sure enough, wrapped
neatly in a white bilk shawl—Molly's
only piece of finery.'
Kvefyone looked at each other, and
grandjna lifted Molly's head and
slapped her back, and made her drink
iJiine water. When she came to her
self "She was wh'.te and trembling like
a leaf.' Yfou couldn't pay liwr to toucb
that turkey, for she said the witches
had been moving it, and ma and grand
ma had to stuff it and put it to roast
Pa said that he was sure that Molly
had put the turkey in the chest, maybe
when *he was asleep. At any rate,
we made a splendid dinner, though
Mofty said she was expecting us tc
drop down dead, or run raving mad
after eating it That's the way she
said bewitched things served the folks
in the "ould eounthry."
We sat around the fire late thai
night, talking1 overlings. Just as we
ing hard. 1 spoke to tier, and she
never turned her head, but just kepi
°tw" 1
'"Just as Ijthought," pa said, jumping
ud. "the woman is a somnambulist,
st^ep-walker. You must not make a
noise, or w^e her suddenly."
We came-upon har a't, the bars. 8h«
pulled out one as well as I could do,
find got through the hole, and then
moved swiftly toward the henhouse,
which wj|s in the back lot We fol
lowed there, and she was fumbling in
the moss and straw of an. empty riest
Sbte drew something out, and the moon
was as bright as daj^, s% we -eould see
it was a white bag"" it}
"ller money, I'm sure," whispered
She took the bag to another pest,
and covered it there carefully, and then
marched out of the henhouse, not see
ing us, though we were almost touch
ing her.
She went straight to her room and
pa said we must leave the money in the
uest and we could tell her and let hei
get it herself.
You ought to have seen her the next
morning when we toou her to the lien*
house and showed her her treasure.
She hugged the bag and kissed it and
cried over it, as if it were a lost child
and then she hollered abqut her in
justice to her darlint, Terry O'Brien,
and how she would send for him and
marry him that very day.
But I am glad to t-ay that "Misther
O'Hrien" didn't have the spending of
Mollie's earnings. He had been con
cerned in a burglary and the police
were after him, and that is the reason
he had left town in such a hurry.
He never came back and ^lollyA still
lives with grandma—Marie It Wil
liams, in Youth's Companion.
Variety fin
.were going to bed Jim, the hired man,*'
came to thedoor adfl feaid: "I. don'1
kqup'w what's the nfatter' With, Mollis so ridiculous
.She's wal kin* about the yferd barefoot contend that "the best is none too good
a i u s a n i o w n O n a n i s e e z-
Table IJUhm the
Fancy of th« Day.
Hundreds of years ago, when at King
Ahasuerus' famous feast Vashti refused
to show her beauteous face, the wine
was served in cu»»s diverse one from an
other. This ancWit fashion of variety
in table dishes has received added im
petus during the last few years, and it
not only increases the beauty and
picturesqueness of a well-laid table, but
is a great help to inexpensive buying,
while at the same time it gives ample
opportunity for lavish expenditure. The
old fashion of a complete set through
out for dinner, breakfast and tea has
died out, as a natural result of the
revival of decorated china, when broken
dishes, difficult bo match, would quick
ly destroy the monotonous complete
ness of the "set." In its place has
come the division into small sets, ac
cording to use thus, the soup set of
tureen and a dozen plates, the salad set
of bowl and plate, the oatmeal set, the i
berry set. the fish set, the lunch set. and
tea set (either useful for the family
breakfast and tea), and, lastly, the i
roast set.
i To buy all these separately and en-
\irely gives the housewife an array of
1 dishes more numerous than the old
single set, but the lunch, tea, and roast
sets can be bought to supplement, each
other, and a reduction in numbers as
well as in cost easily brought about,
The conventional roast set consists of
twelve dinner plates, twelve butter i
plates, six platters, six casseroles, cov
ered vegetable dishes, si:£ baking or I
coverless vegetable dishes, and the
gravy or sauce boat. This is lavish,
and the number can be lessened, or
some of the pieces can be used for the
fish set. or at other meals besides din
tier. The teapot, sugar-bowl, cream
pitcher, slop-bowl, and butter dish, so
long a part of the regulation tea set,,
are no longer supplied except for coun
try trade. These are replaced'eit her
by those alike in china, glass, or'silver
plate, making a tiny set in themselves,
or each can be a different piece, as rare,
costly, odd, or rich in coloring as the
taste and purse of the buyer my admit. I
All this makes it possible to be con tin-
ually adding to one's store. It helps the
builder of a new home to begin moder
ately, even cheaply, without destroy
ing the taste for harmonious furnish
ings, and gives the pleasure of treasur
ing each fresh addition and the chance
to buy daintier ware than a wholesale
i s u a s e w o u a o w
Trenton porcelain is excellent, and
comes in all grades and shapes, both
plain and decorated in white or cream
tint Wedgwood, an English porce
lain, is often seen in blue and white
designs, but comes in all colors,-and
grades, some being liighlvarniaiiaepfat
while the less costly is usually beautiful
inform. Copeland-ware,!• another En
glish porcelain, has a cream ground,
and is generally tasteful in its decora
tions, while its thinness makes it-pleas
ant to touch without lessening its
strength. Thin porcelains are care
fully annealed and glazed, so that they
do not crack or brea,k as easily as the
coarse, stronger-looking earthen-ware.
To have best dishes ready for. use
when company comes is not altogether
as it seems to those who
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Inflammable Goods.
"My business here is to sell things,"
remarked a middle-aged salesman to his
friend, as he made a memorandum of a
cash sale in his book "and. of course,
I expect to sell whatever goods people
ask for, if I have them in stock. But I
do wish they wouldn't come here and
buy Canton flannel for curtains and
draperies. There is nothing that I sell
that makes me so uncomfortable as
this. I have had some frightful experi
ences with these goods, which I sup
pose have made me unusually nervous
about them. There is nothing in the
whole range of dry-goods so inflamma
ble as the fine grades of Canton flannel.
I have had the house set on fire repeat
edly because sop*^|pe lighted a lamp
in the vicinityJff jM&nton flannel dra
wfig. I uaed^tiQ.y very fond of this
Sp ott*ff is nothing that
would induce me now to put up a yard
of it in my house. If you want to un
derstand the occasion of my fears, just
take a bit of the stuff and bold it near
the flame of a lamp. The blase will
travel over it faster than a prairie fire.
I have sometimes thought that I would
positively refuse to sell the goods, but
people want them: and I suppose no
one would thank me for advice on the
subject"—N. Y. Ledger.
Their Methods of Approprtatlnv Tholf
I Kmployern' IlouHeliold Iteloiii tug*.
I A former Detroit young lady, now
married and living at Vancouver, B.
€., tells some interesting as well as
amusing stories oi the Chinese, with
which .article of humanity Vancouver is
overrun. They are as numerous there
as are negroes in certain of the south
ern cities, and no one would think of
hiring a white servant, because they
are not to be had. A "tenderfoot"
family, she says, ought to set the price
of their first servant as moderate as
possible, for. should they pay him
twehty-five dollars a month to start on,
they will never be abl." to hire another
for a cent less. The Chinese servants,
of Vancouver are not organized into a
labor union. They don't need to be.
They all know each other and all work
together to the common end—-to get aa
much as they can of the good
things. The minute a newcomer
strikes the town he is shown around.
That he will be told by his yellow
skinned brethren, is a twenty-five-dol
lar house this a twenty-dollar house,
and so
"Porcelain" is the ware between
china and the ugly-coarse Mron-stone."
It is fully as durable as the "iron
stone." and is thinner and more agree
able, refined vn tints and decorations,
jitid is the best and prettiest ware for
ordinary use. A sO-called dinner set in
the cheapest grade of porcelain can be
bought for fifteen dollars, while those
in delicate coloring and dainty shape
*can be readily found for
dollars.' Such a set makes an adtnupa
ble nucleus for a service which may be
extended ad infinitum.
i n n V
for the family," ami "what'-a good'
enough for me is good enough for mv
friends." Unfortunately the
that "the pitcher that goes
well at last gets broken''
plicable to every dish
stant use, and it is- a?
well-regulated houselio]
there are delicate, tast
dishes ready to set befor^Jti
could not be easily replaced if subject
to daily breakages.—Harper's Bazst*.
and he readily promises to
do as the rest do.
Mrs MeFt-— tells of a servant she
had. .She had let. a former servant to
whom she was paying twenty dollars a
month go, and hired in his place a
celestial from, a "twent.ly-flive dolle"
house. The latter was the incarnation
of stolidity and -stupidity. He could do
on}y the simplest tasks and co.k only
the'plainest dishes. Disgusted with him
the lady went to see his former mis
tress, to whom she told all.
"lie has simply been fooling yon,"
answered that lady. "Ling was the
best servant I ever had—a go. cook,
who knew all about the choicest dishes,
willing and active. I only let him go
because he chased my daughter with a
*Hck one day, with the avowed inten*
But how much do
tion of beating her.
you pay him?"
"Twenty dollars.'
"Ah, there's the secret of his lazi
ness. He is merely giuginr»'his work
to make it commensurate with his pay
according to his ilea of the fitnes* of
raised hi§ pay five dol-
and now gets the'-ratesft dishes,
She has come to the conclusion
the Chinese, "especially the serv
are not such fools as th y look.
I They never steal, she says. Put
they will "lease the household bclong
ings just as though they owned them.
i She went to a birthday dinner at a
friend's house one day rthd was aston-
Ished to see three of her teaspoons and
two damask napkins, all handsomely
monogra tiled, oh the table. Ilor friend
fortunately- cfihght. her eye at the eriti
I cal moment, and noting the rising flush
on rv Me-F 's face, took her aside
and explained matters. She was satis*
tied and resumed hor seat at
the table, once more marveling
at the' mixture of shrewdness
and independence in the Chinese
character—and honesty, too, for these
things are all religiously returned,
cleaned, to their rightful owners. She
baud reason later on to thank her stars
this was the Chinese custom. She gave
a six o'clock dinner in honor of tho
visit of an eastern friend. She wanted
to invite thirty guests, but hadn't the re
quisite amount of tableware from which
to feed them all at a table. In her di
lemma she rememberjed the old trick
and acquainted Ling with the facts.
"Altee light, me sabe. Me gettee
him," promptly responded that worthy.
She and her guesfST'entered the din
li»g-ropiii that-evening, and of a verity
Ling had kenb his word, for upon that
table was jflmost varied assortment
of knl#tes, Hmks, spoons, dishes, etc.,
she had ever seen. The ludicrousness
of the sc^gCflashed upon her. and,
laughinnOSftft, she explained mat*
ters yo hj^^JEsteru visitor while the
rest^^JEe company looked on and
•hi^ly nodaed approval.—Detroil
funiiihiin«iit of Crime in England.
Tlje English laws, or rather magis
ates, punish offenses against property
more severely than.qlfcenses against tho
person. The stealing of any article,
however small, is punished often with
several months' imprisonment at hard
labor, while the coster monger, for
"jumping on his mother," gets but a
few di.ys' incarceration, minus the hard
labor. Wife-beating, a favorite prac
tice among wj»at are termed the lower
classes, is scarcely punished at all, un
less the wife dies. Even then, unless
death occurs immediately, the brute re
ceives but a comparatively light sen
tence. On the other hand, a deliberate
murder perpetrated with a deadly
weapon, or by poison, is followed by
the hanging of the murderer within a
few weeks. Recently a murderer was
hanged within a fortnight of -^e death
and burial of his victim.-rChicago
He Was Not Bare.
"Women don't marry men," said the
•tickler for correct English, in a dog
matic tone. "It is men who marry
"I don't know about that," comment
ed a man with a cowed air "1 don't
know about that ".—-Life.
An Id4al^ shattered.
Mnynd— Did you read that poem't"
marked for you?
Miss Smatter—rYes.
Mr. Muynd—What did you think-or ,,
it? .r '.
Mies Smattar—Oh, wasn't it loMff/—

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