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SO MUCH-SO LITTt-E! T'So much to do, so little done!" Cecil Ilhodes. Is there ro debt that thou dost owe To lighten other's care or woe? Is there no comfort thou canst give To help another creature live? . Hast thou no Peace thou canst bestow - Ar.d let a sadder being know? Oh. Fellow Pilgrim, stop awhila To give a helpful, loving smile. Thy life Is not thine own to live, A thou hast gained so must thou give! But. give not only of thy wealth, Give, too, a little of thyself. Oh, do not answer thus to me: ""I've greater cares that first must be." rhcu canst not live this way for, Friend, "'hat will confront thee at the end 'olr.cf there is little comfort stored li'or those who live to merely hoard. t y. Soul so stultified, ar.d mean, ''hat bit of love canst thou then glean? V ith net one voice to Intercede And help thee, in thy pressing need? :;.ook then to it. Aye, count the cost precious, helpful moments lost. So much to do. So little done! '.ft i not strange the World's unwon. 5r Little done by you. and me, So little love with Charity. Jiwrence Frederic Deutzman, in N. Y. Observer. I AM afraid 1 am not a bit clubby," I said the g-irl who thought she was 'ii to date. "1 suppose the whole trou ble is that I am not in the running. -I'm dead and I don't know it. So Ole ander says, and what Oleander says iroes. Oleander is a new woman. "It was at the Comb and Inrush club that I met her. Ethel was there ;uid she said: " 'Wouldn't you like to meet Olean . tier Vining Hook, dear?' " 'Do you mean the Oleander Hook?' I asked. ' Yes, Oleander Hook, who writes things. You see, the Comb and Brush prills are so used to genius they don't mind, it a bit.' I have worshiped her verses for years,' 1 said, 'those dear, tender dew- tlroppy litle things that have the very scent of apple blossoms in them. Most decidedly 1 should like to meet her. 1 shall consider this somewhat aimless -afternoon well spent.' " 'Well, here she comes,' gurgled :i:thei. VI looked up and saw a sporty-looking blonde, with hay-c jlored hair com ing over, taking loiif, strides and with a sort of 'varsity droop to her shoul ders. She leaned forward from the waist up, and a gun-metal cigarette case dangled from her belt. "She had a tight tailor skirt with a rrea.se down the front and hip pock ets. A scarlet waistcoat showed be neath a jaunty little mess jacket, and her watch fob was of leather. Then he had a stock tie with a horseshoe ;in and a flaring Panama hat like a man's. "She came over with a broad grin nd gave my hand a grip, then slowly pumped it right and left. It was most disconcerting." "'Well, you old beggar,' she said, 'you don't mean to say you've forgot ten me?' "I confess I was somewhat stunneo by the mode of address, and then it .was that I reflected that after all this was probably the proper thing. Stay ing away from club life makes one a ioisil! '"I was quite sure I had never met her, though, for her dewdrop poem had aw do such an impression on me that JM have recollected. " '1 hardly think,' I began, smiling rweaKiy, wnue r.mei lookea at us in astonishment, 'that is, I am quite sure I've never met you. but I've read you rwith much pleasure.' " -Oh, break it off, break it off, short, you beggar.' she said; 'you 'know very well we were on the same ?ommitee in the Electric club.' " Xvvv I am sure you are mistaken,' T said, pleasantly, trying to ignore ier fad for addressing me as a beg :,Tnr; 'I, never belonged to the Eloc I ric "Then it was the Thursday I M. rlub. What? " Wor to that,' I said. "Oh, come! you're pulling my leg,' Ju said. "She certainly is a breezy girl, Oleander is. I didn't know what to say, so I just smiled. 'You were chairman of the recep tion lommittee of the Thursday P. M. -lub, or 111 pay for the dinner,' she said. '"Xever belonged to it, I repeated. was getting a little tired. " 'Then the Do It To-Day club. That ts it. I'm twisted. It was the Do It Vo-day. "'.Never heard of the club, I said. "She stared at me as if she thought .hat I was lying. 'The fact is, Miss Hook, I've nevev belonged to nnj- woman's club, I said. I once belonged to a dinner club, but Abcre were as many men as women in .;t- Prof. Volt, the electrician, was .resident. It was quite a prosy, sci entific sort of a " " 'Did you belong to that tough ilub?' she asked. "Ethel broke in here to avoid trouble. THE CLUBBY GIRL N in - i it "'Oh, how nice! Tell me about it,' she said. "It was a beastly tough erowd,' went on Oleander; 'that was where I met you. Beastly tough. A lot of the worst oounaers i ever was against. up " 'I suppose it must have been if you ' I began. " 'Were there. I suppose you are going to say,' she ejaculated. " 'Xo, I wasn't going to say it,' I replied. 'I always endeavor to avoii being rude. "Really she seemed a most unpleas ant person. There was nothing dew droppy about her except her fresh ness. " 'You girls both wrote for the Tri umvirate.' said Ethel, to break the silence. 'Didn't you?' " Yes, that's why they had to lower the price,' said Oleander. 'Old Spacer told me that, when I asked him why they'd gone and done it. "We can't get 20 cents for it if we continue to print your stuff," he said. Queer old bird. Spacer was.' " 'I don't think we appreciated him, I said, trying to give a gentler turn to the conversation. 'When he was gone I realized that I had learned a lot of things from him.' "'Did. eh? Well, I taught him a few,' said Oleander, glibly. " 'He seemed to be quite well in formed, as men go,' I said. " 'Well, you ought to know,' said Oleander. "By this time I had "begun to suspect that Oleander's manner was simply an unpleasant pose, so I turned my back to her and picked up a maga zine. "She gave a sort of horse laugh and went off chuckling in a most horrible way. "'Odd sor of person, isn't she?' I said to Ethel. "'Oh, she's always like that,' said Ethel. 'She's such fun! She's the wit tiest girl in the club and as quick as a flash.' " 'Well, she's too speedy for me,' said I. 'and if you've any" more like her. just keep them off. I can't quite assimilate that buoyant personality of hers.' "About a month after Ethel sent me two tickets for the Comb and Brush club's vaudeville performance. " I can't be there,' she wrote; 'I'm going to Florida, but I want- you to go and am sending you these tickets with my compliments and much Iqve.' "But I thought of Oleander Hook and weakly capitulated by deciding I wouldn't go. I'd have to cut her, and Oleander freemed so explosive there was no knowing what might hap pen. "But that day in came Mrs. Fairfax, a cousin of Ethel's, and I told her 1 wasn't going and asked her if she didn't want the tickets. " 'But you must come,' she said. 'It's going to be such fun. "So I went with Mrs. Fairfax. In DEFOE'S PREVISION. The Martinique Disaster Recalls III Memorable Hoax on Lon doners in 1718. The terrible news from St. Vincent, following the impression that this island had escaped the volcanic del uge which has cremated half Mar tinique, at once recalls and reverses the famous hoax by which Daniel De foe led all London to believe, in 171S. that the whole island of St. Vincent had been blown up and obliterated, says the London Academy. On the basis of his own imagination, or on some thin ship story, Defoe wrote in Mist s Journal a circumstantial ac count of the destruction of this is land, giving such cetails as, with all our facilities of news transmissions, we wait for in vain to-dav. Aftprlpn. iug up very gradually to the catastro- i phe. he told his readers that "on the night of the said 20th, about mid night, the whole island of St. Vin cent rose up in the air, with a-most dreadful eruption of Fire from under neath the Earth, and an inconceivable Noise in the Air at its rising up, that it was not only blown, but blown oul of the very sea. with a dreadful force, as if it were torn up by the Boots, or blown up frgm the Foundations of the Earth." Finally, t,o bring the event home to his readers, he recalled an accident in a foundry in Moorfields, where a quantity of liquid gunmetal coming in contact with some water had blown up the works just as a journalist of to-day might perhaps re call the recent destructive fire in the same district to suggest, however faintly, the storm of fire which swept over these hapless islands recentlj-. Pas-slni; of Pneumatic on. The government, has sold at Sandy Hook the plant for the manufacture of pneumatic guns, which" had cost $1,000,000, for the sum of $20,000. The reason for the sale was that this type of gun ha been abandoned by the gov ernment and, consequently, the plant was useless. Discing; for It. "When a man is working hard, why do they say-he is digging away?' "Because, my boy, he is after the root of all evil, and how else can he reach it?" Chicago Post. the distance as we entered I saw Oleander. She had on another doggj looking gown and a derby hat. Fancy! in the evening! She fastened her gaze on me, but I looked througli her. "She kept coming nearer and near er, smiling broadly at me, but I just didn't see her. Then she sat down near me and began to talk loud to another girl. I paid no attention whatever to her. "Finally she leaned over and plucked me by the sleeve. I know it's a Shakespearean sort of expres sion, but that's just what she did. She caught the sleeve between her finger and thumb and gave it a little tug just as a fox terrier would do with its teeth. "I looked around and coldly con fronted her, grinning broadly. "'Oh, I said. 'Miss Hook, I believe, isn't it?' " 'That's just who it is, began the dreadful girl, 'you didn't see me, did you?' " 'Yes, I saw you,' I said. " 'Well, you didn't know me then,' she blurted. "'You er had a different hat on. I believe, when I met you,' I said, eying the derby. " 'Do you always know people by, their hats?' she said. "'Not always; only sometimes.' I replied. "Mrs. Fairfax came to the rescue here. "'Isn't it a delightful evening! she said. " 'I suppose it is,' I said. 'But I'm so easily scared.' " 'Terrible thing to have such a shy disposition.' said Oleander. " 'You're not troubled that way. Miss Hook,' I remarked. " 'Oh. I'm all right,' she said. I'm on earth and don't you forget it.' " 'You'll not let me forget it, I fear,' I said. " 'I'd hate to be a dead on,' said Oleander. " 'I wish I could share your views. I remarked. "'Oh, be clubby, she said. 'Life is too short to chew the rag. Let us go to the trapeze. Lady Jane. ' "I moved out of Miss Hook's aura. Her relentness gaze followed me. I felt and I knew that she was saying things. "About three weeks after I got a note written on the heavy paper of the Comb and Brush club with the odd emblems of the association engraved on top. The writing looked as though it had been done with a match dipped in stove polish. It said: Dear T-ady Jane: We're to the batf on our vaudeville show and I guess it's about tip to you as your name isn't down among the purchasers and you must have crawled In under the tent. But it won't do, old girl! Just drop that high and mighty touch-me-not air of yours long enough to cough up $2! And be quick about it. See? Faithful ly yours, OLEANDER HOOK. Treasurer the Comb and Brush. N. Y. Sun. PRAYED AND WATCHED. A Successful English Divine Who Made It a Practice to Ivep Ills Eyes Open. The name of the Rev. George Muel ler, of Bristol, England, represents to many minds a man who achieved great success by simply asking God for it. This is a mistake. Although the mainspring of his work was in his closet, Mr. Mueller was too prac tical to make a lazy dependence of his faith. He was a man of common sense, and "a man among men." An incident showing how e understood the command to "watch and fray" furnishes one of the best commen taries on the text, says Youth's Com panion. When, on one occasion, a partj' of his fellow ' workers v. ere going abroad, and conveyance was. ready to take them to the shipping pier, he noticed that a cabman, in stowing their small luggage, hastily thrust several carpet bags into the boot of the carnage. Mr. Mueller had prayed -for the saiety of his friends and their prop erty, both on water and on land, but he had also made sure that their ship was seaworthy, and he had counted all their baggage. He accompanied them to the wharf, and in the confu sion there kept a cool head and a clear eye. When the driver unloaded the mov ables from his cab nearlv half the number of pieces he had put in were missing. He was mounting his box to drive away, but the watchful min ister stopped him, and the lusrraire hidden in the boot was delivered to its owners. In the school of praver one learn many new lessons, and Mr. Mueller lived long enough to learn them all None knew better than he that t trust in God which ignores ordinary prudence contradicts itself. Pride. "Her father, you know, started In life as a grave-digger." "Oh, d;d he? 1 wonder if that's why her prou-l mother is so anxious to have the past buried? A Chicago Record Herald. It ha. been sturerested that all Ens'. lish theaers give one matinee a yenr in aid of theatrical charities. A Critic Silenced. X bishop who was traveling in a mining country, and encountered an Id Irishman turning a windlass w hich hauled up ore out of a shaft. It was is work to do this all dav long. His hat was off, and the sun poured down on his unprotected head. "Don't you know the sun will injure our brain if you expose it in that man er?" said the good man. The Irishman wiped the sweat from is forehead and looked at the clergy man. "Do ye think I'd be doing this all ay if I had any brains?" he said, and then gave the handle another turn. Tit-Bits. The Feminine "Way. "I left the planning of our new house entirely to iny wife." "How did she go about it?" 'She had the architect mak pro vision for the necessary closets first. "I see. And then merely cut up what was left into rooms." 'That's what she intended to do, but there wasn't anything left. When she had laid out the closets the en tire building space was gone." Chi cago Post. The Reporter Scores. Senator Treacle Did you tell that reporter I had nothing to say? . Servant Y'es, sir. Senator Treacle I suppose he was very much disappointed. Servant I hardly know, sir. He said he was aware of the fact that you never said anything, but was under the impression that yoxi never missed an ODDOrtunitv to talk.- Chioarm - i - o Oaily News. Her Deduction. Mrs. Bings Mrs. Nexdoor told me you once wanted to marry that Miss Upton. She wouldn't have you, I pre sume. Mr. Bings Did Mrs. Nexdoor sav Miss Upton refused me? Mrs. Bings No, she merely re marked that Miss Upton had always been a very sensible girl. N. Y. Weekly. Tie Pars the mils. I've heard that women purchase naught W hen- they go out to shop rhat all they do is price the goods Where er they chance to stop. rhe rule may be that women scorn To purchase tucks and frills. But my wife isn't built that way; I know I pay the bills. Ohio State Journal. WISE ICE3IAK. Lady of the House This little bit of ce won't last an hour. Why don't you jive me a large piece these hot days? lhe Iceman What for? It would Ty melt. Chicago Journal. She Was His'n. He started with: "O Dora, please " She did not stop to listen. He meant to flop down on his knees. But she hopped up on his'n. Philadelphia Press. Could le It. "Do you see that stylish young man Ker there? Well, he is going to marry ora Van Bilt." "You don't tell me! But does he inow that her family has a 'skeleton n the closet?' " "Yes; and he needs It. "Needs it?" "Sure! He's a medical student." Chicago Daily News. Cheering: Him Up. "I can safely say that no man ever itttempted to bribe me, gentlemen." Voice in the Crowd Don't be down learted, old chap; your luck may :fcaue. Tit-Bijs. . leetlns Glsnec. Maud Did you notice who that ladj was who got out of the train and staret so hax-d at us? Mabel Do you mean the one wit! the open coat with silk facings,' ret bolero, blue trimmed hat, gray gloves striped flounce with diamond stitch ings with an umbrella and a red backed book and a mole on her lef cheek, and frightfully ugly? Maud Yes, that's the one. Mabel No; I hardly caught I glimpse of her. Chicago American. The Good Old Kind. The wireless mouse-trap fellow's plan We herewith beg to question. . But know the mouseless mouse-trap is A practical suggestion. -N. Y. Times-. QUITE SEVERE. She What are you thinking about? He Nothing. She Isn't that rather egotistical! The King. Preference. We praise the girl that's tailor-made, For figure most divine. But when it comes to marrying, The ready maid is mine. Brooklyn Life. A Household Hint. "'I shall never permit myself to be come a household drudge," said the young woman. "I shall endeavor to improve my mind." "'That is a good idea," answered Miss Cayenne; "but don't let your lit erary pursuits monopolize you. Re member there are times when currant jelly appeals to a man a great deal more than current fiction." Washing ton Star. Following: the Usual Course. "Did you call on her father?" "Y'es. He treated me well, too. 1 asked him for Maud, and he said it would be just as Maud wished. 1 thanked him, and then he said it was alwayls customary for Maud's suitors to take him out to dinner. And he somewhat unpleasantly added that a dinner was about all there was in it for him." Cleveland Plain Dealer. Snre of Him. Tess If you reallj- love him, why did you refuse him? Jess Goodness! You don't suppose I'd be so unmaidenlyas to accept hiro the first time? Tess But he declares heTI nevei propose to another girl as long as he lives. Jess Of course. I'm not "another girl." Philadelphia Press. Clever Little Boy. "Mamma, I know the gentleman's name that called to see Aunt Ellie last night and nobody told me, cither." "Well, then, what is it, Bobbie?" "Why, George Dont! I heard her saj-: 'George Dont' in the parlor four or five times running. That's what hii name is!" Tit -Bits. An Arbitrary Rule. Mr. Nupop Why isn't little Rober out with his nurse? Perhaps the nurse I sent you from the employment agency didn't come. Mrs. Nupop Oh! yes, $he came, but she didn't suit at all. She had nothing but blue dresses to wear, and you know blue is only for girl babies; pink's, for boys. Philadelphia Press. He Had Speculated. Lucas Did'youse ever speckalate on Wall street? Timothy Y'es, I uster stand aroand the stock exchange an wonder where my next meal wuz comin' froio. Ohio State Journal.