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THIRTEENTH YEAR.
'TWOULD BE A BETTER WORLD
Tf men eared less for -wealth and fame.
And leas for battlefields and glory;
If 'writ in human hemrta a name
Seemed better chtai in song or story ;
If men instead of nnvdng pride
Would learn to bate it and abhor it ;
If more relied
On Love to guide.
The world -would be the batter for it.
If men dealt loss in stocks and lands,
And more in bonds and deeds fraternal
If Love's -work had more -willing hands
To link this world with the supernal ;
if men stored up Lo-ve's oil and wine
And on bruised human hearts -would pour it ;
If "yours" and "mine"
Would once combine.
The -world -would be the better for it.
If more would act the play of Life,
And fewer spoil it in rehearsal ;
If Bigotry would sheath its knife
Till good became more universal -If
Custom, gray with ages grown,
Had fewer blind men to adore it
If Talent shone
In Talent alone.
This world would be the better for it.
If men -were -wise in little things
Affecting less in ail thoir dealings ;
If hearts had fewer rusted strings
To isolate ibeir kindred feelings ;
If men, when Wrong beats down the Right,
Would strike togethor to restore it
If Bight made Might
In every fight,
The world would be the better for it.
Now Bradford Journal.
THE SPELLING MATCH:
The first spelling match of the sea
son was to be held in the Pickett
school-house on the evening of the 10th
of November and all the young people
on the farms for twent' miles around
were greatly excited over it.
At Eose Addison's apple-paring
frolic the week previous to the com
ing contest was the principal subject
of conversation and everyone present
had something to say about it. There
was no reasonable doubt as to the two
who would be elected to "lead sides,"
for George Channing and Henry Lis
bon had never failed to receive the
greatest number of votes and took
their honors as a matter of course.
But nothing was known as to their
probable choice of followers, and some
anxiety was felt on the subject, par
ticularly among the girls, with whom
George, by reason of his handsome
person and pleasing manners, was a
great favorite.
Henry Lisbon was a tall, shy, rather
awkward looking young man, who was
elected a leader principally because he
was an excellent speller and inspired
his followers with courage and con
fidence. It was flattering, of course,
to fee chosen as his first assistant; but
it was considered a far greater honor
to be thus favored by George, and
tnere were several eins wuo wouia
have felt very glad had they been sure
of standing next to the latter during
the match, the sharer of his hopes
and fears as to its probable re
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George was greatly amused at the
unusual attention he received from
the girls at the paring frolic. He
knew very well what it meant, but he
kept his own counsel and gave no one
any satisfaction as to his intentions.
"I haven't made up my mind," he
said to Lidy "Wheeler, who, made bold
by anxiety, at last asked him to re
lieve the general suspense. "It is a
grave matter, and requires careful
canslderation."
The evening of the 10th was clear
and cold, the wheeling was excellent,
andas carriage after cerriage emptied
its load of merry young people at the
door of the old school-house, it be
came evident to everyone that the
spelling-match would be one of unusual
interest and competition.
At 8 o'clock the voting began.
Everyone present was required to
wrjte on a slip of paper the name of
heonehe or she wished to lead.
U these slips were dropped into a hat.
When counted, the two irentlpmen
rr receiving the srrentest nnmhor Af
Totes were declared elected.
Jn view of the popularity of George
Channing and Henry Lisbon, this
b Toting was a mere form, and George,
f. sure ua tuts rc&iuL, paia. no attention
fta, W"1 u ucnituitj uis vote, wnicn,
as. comae, was ior Jienry.
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fcnly occurred to him that it wmiM
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this purpose he looked about him,
meeting, as he did so, half a dozen
earnest, almost penetrating glances
from as many pair of bright eyes.
His inclination pointed to Rose Ad
dison, but he knew such a choice
would arouse a great deal of ill will
and jealousy, for he had chosen Hose
on several occasions the previous win
ter. "Bother the girls!' he thought,
"there's sure to be a fuss no matter
howl choose."
As the words formed themselves in
his mind his eyes fell on the tall,
gaunt form of Debby Bawley, a girl
about 16 years of age, who had never
appeared in a spelling match, but
whom he knew quite well, neverthe
less, having had occasion to call sev
eral times on her grandmother, with
whom she lived.
Debby was called "odd" by her
neighbors, and perhaps they had some
cause to think her so, for her poverty
obliged her to dress in all sorts of
outlandish garments which had be
longed to various dead relatives, and
her consciousness of her grotesque
appearance caused her to assume a
cold and reserve manner, which; while
it protected her from open ridicule,
was calculated to give the impression
that she was both rude and sullen.
She was attired to-night in-a faded,
shrunken, green worsted dress,
trimmed with shabby ball fringe.
About her shoulders was a rusty black
shawl and her head was covered
with a red woolen hood of her own
manufacture. She sat in a corner of
the room, her bare, red hands wrapped
in one end of her shawl, and her feet
tucked out of sight under her dress to
conceal her worn and patched shoes.
She looked as she felt, very lonely
and ill at case. !No one present had
recognized her by so much as a look,
and her heart was filled with bitter
ness and pain. She wished most
earnestly that she had not come, had
not exposed herself to such coldness
and neglect. But she was too proud
to' go home. That, she thought,
would be too open a confession of her
pain and chargrin.
George's eyes sparkled with mis
chief as he looked at her.
"I'll do it," he thought. "It will
be a capital joke, and will give the
girls something to talk about for the
next six weeks."
At this moment the counting of
the votes wos concluded, and the
schoolmaster announced that George
Channing and Henry Lisbon had been
elected by a tremendous majorit.
Amid the loud applause the two suc
cessful candidates took their places
in the two first forms, on each side
of the room.
There was a breathless hush. The
room was so still that the big clock
over the blackboard could be dis
tinctly heard. George had received
a few more votes than nenry, and,
therefore, had the privilege of the
first choice; but, for a moment, both
men were silent. Then "Debby
Bawley," cried George, in a clear,
ringing voice.
Poor Debby! She could scarcely
believe her ears. Her face flushed,
then grew deadly pale. It did not
seem possible to her that she had
been honored with the first call by
this handsome young fellow with the
laughing brown eyes. She made a
motion to rise, then sank back in her
seat again, trembling all over.
George saw her confusion and was
touched by it.
Come, Debby," he said kindly;
"I'm waiting."
She rose and then took her place
by his side, too much dazed and be
wildered to see the contemptuous
glances which were directed toward
her.
There was a subdued whispering
among the girls for a moment, but it
ceased as Henry Lisbon called for
Bose Addison, and the rest of the
choosing proceeded rapidly until all
were enrolled upon one side or the
other.
The schoolmasters took up the
spelling-book and the battle began,
those who mispelled a word being
obliged to sit down at once. One by
one they were vanquished, until at
the close of the hour and a half Henry
Lisbon, George Channing, and Debby
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Bawley were the only ones left
standing.
The excitement ran high, and all
eyes were riveted on the remaining
contestants. Debby's cheeks were
flushed, her eyes shone like stars and
she had forgotten her shabby clothes
and the neglect with which she had
been treated in the beginning of the
evening.
"We mustn't be beaten, Debby,"
whispered George as the schoolmaster
paused to turn over a leaf. "I de
pend on you, remember."
"I'll do my best." whispered Debby
In return, smiling up at him.
The spelling continued and opinion
was about equally divided as to which
would win; but at last Henry Lisbon
failed on a common word of only two
syllables, and a deafening cheer re
sounded through the old school-house,
as with a forced smile he took his
seat.
All was confusion at once; every
one crowded around George to con
gratulate and shake hands with him;
but he was not too much engaged to
notice that Debby had left his side
and was trying to force her way
through the crowd to the door.
He hastened after her and stopped
her just as she was going to the door.
"Surely you are not going yet!" he
said.
"Yes, I must," she answered.
"Grandma will be anxious about me."
"But you ought not to leave me to
.bear the burden of our honors alone,"
he said laughing. "You ought to
stay and take your share. If it hadn't
been for you our side would not have
won. xou surprised me, ueboy. 1
didn't think there was anyone in
Grundy County except the school
master who could spell down Henry
Lisbon."
"I study at home at night," said
Debby, in a low unsteady voice; and
with a little nod she walked away
from him and went out into the
night.
At 10 o'clock the school-house was
empty, and the first spelling match
of the season which was to have a
result of which George little dreamed
was over.
The next day George had occasion
to go to town. His way led him by
the small farm of Debby's grand
mother, which, badly managed for
many years, yielded but a meager liv
ing for the two women.
Debby was at the window of a front
room as George drove by; but the
next moment she had thrown open
the door, and, without hat or shawl,
was flying down the path which led
to the gate.
"Stop!" she cried, "I want to speak
to you."
George shouted "Whoa," pulled up
his horses and jumped out of his
wagon.
"Anything wanted in town?" he
asked.
"Uo, no," said Debby, "I I only
wanted to thank you for choosing me
last night," the quick tears sprang
into her earnest eyes. ' 'It it was so
kind of you," and the other tears fall
ing fast by this time, she rushed back
into the house before he had time to
say a word in reply.
He stood still a moment, staring
after her, then climbed into his wagon
again and drove on. He didn't
resume the whistling of "The Last
Bose of Summer," which Debby's ap
pearance had interrupted. His face
was grave and thoughtful.
For nearly a mile he let Dobbin
and Whitefoot choose their own gait.
Then just as the wagon was entering
town, he aroused himself with a
start.
"Confound it all," he muttered, "I
wish now I had asked her out of kind
ness." There were several "other spelling
matches held in the Pickett school
house during the winter, but Debby
did not attend them, and George, who
entered college in the spring, saw her
only at long intervals during the next
five years.
At the end of that time Debby's
old grandmother died, and Debby;
after selling the farm to a Norwegian
who hafl recently come into the neigh
borhood, leffner 'oldhome forever,
telling do one whither she was bond.
Seven Tears later, George Channing,
V10C fer ,a- XjfelSi
who had become a lawyer, and was
enjoying an excellent practice in De
troit, was disturbed one morning
while engaged in his office on a brief
by the entrance of a tall, good-looking,
well-dressed lady, who, instead
of returning the business-like bow
with which he greeted her, advanced
toward him with both her hands out
stretched. "You don't know me?" she cried.
"You don't recognize Deborah
Bawley?"
"De! little Deb, of Grundy
County!" exclaimed George. "It
can't be possible."
"Be a little more respectful, sir, in
addressing me," laughed Deb. "Dr.
Bawley, if you please," dropping him
a little courtesy.
"Dr. Bawley!" repeated George.
"Oh, nonsense!"
"It's true," said Deb, still laugh
ing, -t "Sit down, and I'll tell jrou all
about it."
And then, in a few words, she gave
him the history of her life since she
had left her old home. With the
proceeds of the sale of her farm she
had8netLCollggfi,.in-FJ(Iichigan and
taKen-tne meaicai course, graduating
at the end of three years with high
honors.
Her money was exhausted by that
time, but an old professor who had
taken a warm interest in her from the
beginning paid her expenses to New
York, where she spent a year in a
hospital, learning much that she
could never have learned anywhere
else Then she began the practice of
her profession at Chicago, had soon
been able to pay off her debts, and
now, after three years of hard work,
was taking a much-needed vacation
of a few weeks among the lakes and
rivers of Michigan.
"Look at me," she said. "I am
not yet 30, and I am in the possession
of a good practice, and I am on the
road to fame and fortune. Don't you
think I have cause to be thankful to
you, Mr. Channing?"
"To me;" said George. "What do
you mean? I've had nothing to do
with your success. It is due entirely
to your talent and perseverance."
"No," said Debby, "it is due to the
kind words you spoke to me at that
spelling-match, nearly twelve years
ago. I had never had any attention
or tenderress shown me in all my life
before, and when you, inthe kindness
of your heart, honored me poor,
despised and shabbily-dressed as I
was with 'first call,' I knew how to
appreciate it. And when you told me
afterward that I had surprised you, I
made up my mind to surprise you still
more some day. I lived on those
words for five "years, studying harder
than I had .ever done beforehand then
the chance came to me to have the
instruction I so ardently desired. I
seized it at once, and behold me a
flourishing physician!"
She ended with a laugh, but there
were tears in her bright, dark eyes.
"I refuse to take a particle of credit
to myself," said George, with great
earnestness. "Please don't accord it
to me even in your thoughts."
" 'Honor to whom honer is due,'
always," she said, rising to go, "It
it hadn't been.for you I should prob
ably :have vegetated on that little
Illinois farm all my life."
George went to the window and
watchedher as she walked away.There
was a look of pain and chagrin on his
handsome face.
"I would give a thousand dollars
this minute," he said, speaking aloud,
' 'if I could, only feel that I had asked
her out of kindness. I couldn't look
her in the face when she was telling
me about it, and I felt as if I deserved
a ducking under the nearest pump.
My conscience will never be easy
until I tell her the truth, though of
course she will despise me forever af
ter." But though he made it a point to
see Debby whenever business took
him to Chicago, he never had the cour
age 'to sake his confession. And
perhaps ;it was just as well that she
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MAKING RAIN.
Methods Which. Other Nations Use to In
voke the Clouds.
In view of the recent experiments
in producing artificial showers that
have been conducted by Dr. Dyren
forth in Texas and elsewhere the
methods by which other nations
strive to attain the same end have a
special interest. The form of suppli
cation for rain in vogue in Kumaon,
in Northern India, is not the least
curious of them.
Last winter the season was a very
dry one in Kumaon, and consequently"
there was a failure of the crops, with
great scarcity in the district. With
the exception of a few showers there
were no winter rains, and that in a
country where the population is al
most wholly dependent upon grain as
a means of subsistence meant a fam
ine and starvation. In consequence
of the drought a Hindoo fakir im
posed a penance upon himself, and
was suspended by his feet from a
wooden beam. In this position he
was swung backwards and forwards
for a considerable time by means of a
rope attached to-hls-bodr'aud'pulled'
by a fellow saint. Both men were
plentifully bedaubed with cow-dung
and ashes, and, save for a small cloth
round the waist, were" minus all
clothing. In such a case, should rain
fall within a reasonable time after
the penance, the fakir takes the en
tire credit for the relief to himself,
and rises immensely in the estima
tion of the simple and credulous culti
vator of the soil.
The Ancient Rhinoceros.
It is very interesting to look at the
pictures of the world in the long past
ages that geology presents to our
imagination. We see that there was
a time when even the polar regions
must have bloomed with many of the
splendid and varied forms of life that
now adorn the tropics.
The fossil remains of these ancient
forms preserved in the bosom of the
rocks carry us back perhaps millions
of years in the earth's history, and
show clearly what wonderful revolu
tions the surface of the globe has
undergone since the first plants and
the first animals appeared upon it.
Who would think of meeting a
rhinoceros nowadays on the prairies of
northwestern Canada, unless, per
chance, a traveling menagerie should
pass that way?
Yet at one time, as recent dis
coveries irove, a creature closely re
sembling the rhinoceros of India and
Africa dwelt In that now compara
tively cold, snowy and barren region.
Bemains of these extinct ancestors
of an animal that in our day thrives
only in the tangled tropical forests
and under the hot equatorial sun have
been found buried in the Canadian
rocks, where now the cold blasts of
winter blow over treeless plains and
sweep the flanks of ice-incrusted
mountains.
The rhinoceros of that remote age
was no less formidable a beast than
his decendants, for the skull of one of
the skeletons discovered Is three feet
long, while some of- its teeth are four
inches across.
The fossil remains of 'many other
forms of animals have lately been
fouBdtliere.'iiBcluding extinct species
of tie hem, the deer aod the turtle.
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summer must have reigned in regions
where ice and snow now prevail for a
large part of the year, or else animals
that to-day love only the sun must
have been inured to a more rigorous
climate.
Geology has evidently only just be-'
gun to unfold the wonderful story of
the world's history.
c How He Traveled. ,
There is a man in Nashville, says
the American, who has traveled the
length and breadth of the United"
States, from Maine to Mexico, from'
New York to San Francisco, and did"
not pay a dime for his passage, and
he rode half the way in aflrst-class
passenger coach, the other half in
box-cars and as "blind baggage." "I
made $50 once," said he, "and it was
the easiest money that ever came
into my hands. Major Clarfee was'
the passenger agent of the Atchison,
Topeka and Santa Fe Boad, and I
went to him in Fort Worth, told him
I was an unfortunate, and I wanted'
to get out of town. He gave me a
pass to some point about thirty miles
up the road, and I left that night.
Tfhen -I went" into the coachwho
should I meet but Major Clarfee' He
motioned me to have a seat by him,
and commenced asking about me,
and how I managed to get about.
'Why, Major,' I said, 'I have traveled
over your road a thousand times and
never paid a cent or had a pass nor
beat my way.' At this the old man
pricked up his ears, for he thought
he would catch some one of his con
ductors at some underhand trick.
'How do you do it?' the Major asked
me, 'That's a secret,' said I. 'I'll
give you $20 to put me on to it.'
'Make it $50,' said I. 'Done,' and he
passed over the
money.
'Well,
Major, I walk.' "
The Beaching: Voice.
When people 'speak of a "good
voice" they very often mean mean a
loud voice, but a loud voice is not a
good voice at all, either in music or
anything else. For instance, a loud
voice is seldom a distant voice. You
often hear critics speak of "a low
musical voice." That kind of voice
is usually very clear and distinct.
Anything that is genuinely musical
always has volume. Stand across the
street and listen to two voices, one
powerful and harsh, the other low
and musical. Then turn the corner
and listen again, and you will observe
that you can hear plainly each articu
lation of the musical voice, whereas
the powerful, harsh voice will give a
confused buzz or murmur. But when
you are near, the musical voice may
have been drowned by the harsh,
roaring voice.
At sea the long, rhythmical song
like cry of the lookout will reach ever
so much farther than the hoarse,
abrubt roar of the man who gives or
ders to the deck. But on the deck itself
the hoarse shout may completely
swallow up the musical cry. So
among hucksters the voice that has
the music in it will be plain and will
sound blocks farther than the mere
roar of the ragged-throat vender.
The Star Jokers.
A BtrrroKon your shirt is worth
two down the back of your neck.
Bichmond Becorder.
Thk poet says "The stars are peep
ing. " They are probably sizing up the
audience through a slit in the curtain.
Binghamton Leader.
A dog out in Idaho turned into bone
and died. He died hard. Yonkers
Statesman.
The author who is seriously de-
pressed by unfavorable notices of his
work maybe said to be critically ill.
Lowell Courier.
An "intemperate home" is probably
one that is always full. Boston
Transcript.
Banks of clouds are often broken
by heavy drafts of wind. Baltimore
American.
These are compensations for the
want of riches. When a man fe
obliged to be his own valet it is his
own fault if he hasn't the services of
a gentleman. Cape Cod Item.
A "tough" tender: 'The offer ,. a
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