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A little stream had lost Its way Amid the grass and fern : A passing stranger scooped a weU, Where weary men might turn; Be walled It in, and hung with car A ladle at the brink; Be thought not of the deed he did. But judged that all might drink. Be passed again, and lo! the well. By summer never dried. Had cooled ten thousand parching ton gues. And saved a life beside. A nameless man, amid a crowd That thronged' the daily mart. Let fall a word of hope and love. Unstudied from the heart; A whisper on the tumult thrown, A transitory breath It raised a brother from the dust. It saved a soul from death. O germ! O fount! O word of love! O thought at random cast! Te were but little at the first. But mighty at the last. Charles Mackay. Mrs. Archer's Angel-Food Cake By ELIANOK WCiT. CopyrlghUd. 1303. by TK Author PvblUMQ Company. "You'll be sure to come, won't you, Mrs. Archer? It'll be the first so ciable we've had at Mrs. Hanes' and everybodyH be there. It'll be a splen did chance for you to get acquainted. And oh, yes! the committee wanted me to ask you to furnish an angel-food cake. . Everybody said that the one you took to the last sociable was the best they ever tasted. You don't know how many compliments I heard for it. "Well, I must hurry along; I've a lot more places on my list yet. We cot the sociable up in such a hurry, it isn't giving us much time. Well, I'll tell 'em they can depend on your angel food then, Mrs. Archer. Be sure and come early." Voluble Mrs. Wiley bus tled away, still talking. Margaret Archer came back from the door, her pretty face wearing a troubled look. She went directly to the cupboard, and taking out the cook book, nervously began turning its leaves. Finding the page for which she was searching, she bent above it, studying its directions intently. "It seems as if I ought to be able to do it," she assured herself. "I simply must," she went on emphatically. "And I won't say anything to Rob about it; I don't want him to know what a little goose I am." Then she closed the cook-book and began to get supper. It was less than a mcnth since Rob Archer brought his bride to the old homestead; but she was already well enough acquainted with their thrifty neighbors to know with what scorn the acknowledgment that she could not cook would be received. The fact that she had spent all her time clerk ing in a store since she left school, would seem no excuse to them. There had been one other sociable since she came to the neighborhood, but fortunately her mother was visit ing her that week and it was she who made the angel-food cake that had created such favorable comment. Mar garet could cook vegetables very cred itably; so with the pies and cakes that her mother had left baked up when she went home, she had gotten along very well so far. But what was she to do new? She must manage in some way to live up to the reputation that that angel-food cake had given her. Her cheeks grew hot as she saw, ' in imagination, the critical looks that were bestowed upon each cake as it was cut. She never could face those excellent housekeepers again if her cake failed to bear the test; and she must take one, for they were depend ing upon her. The next morning, as soon as Rob was out of sight, she got the cook book down again. It opened readily Nervously began turning Its leaves. to the right page this time. Margaret fastened its leaves open on the kitch en table. "One and one-half cups sugar; one cup flour; whites of ten eggs." She read slowly on through the directions. "It doesn't look very hard," she thought, cheerfully, and ' her heart grew lighter. Very carefully she put the Ingredients together. The eggs were beaten until her arm ached; the sugar was sifted again and again. At last the frothy mass was ready for the oven. She put an armful of wood into the stove, slipped the cake into the oven, and then began to clear off the breakfast dishes. She danced ud ISP 1 A WORD. at the clock. It was half past Line! She had been two hours getting that cake together. "Well, I don't care for that if it is only good; and I really believe it will be," she thought com placently. "I've got all day to do the work in, anyway, for Rob is helping the Smiths thresh, and he won't be home to dinner." She began to hum a little tune, as she swiftly cleared the table. She kept close watch of the clock. Three-quarters of an hour for baking, the cook-book said. She would have time to run out and gather the eggs. Burnt to a black cinder! She tied on her sun-bonnet and hast ened out to the barn. Fifteen minutes later she came back with her apron full of eggs, and was met at the door by a strong smell of something burning. She rushed to the stove, threw open the oven door, and was nearly choked by the smoke that rushed out. Her cake was burnt to a black cinder! She jerked it out of the oven, and carrying it to the door, she scraped it out into a pail. Then she looked rue fully at the empty tin. "I must have had too hot a fire," she concluded. "Ill have to make another." The oven had time to cool down be fore she had the next cake mixed up, and she took care not to have very much fire. She was very anxious this time, and determined that this cake should not scorch. Every few minutes she opened the oven door and looked at it. It raised nicely and seemed to be in no danger of burning. At the end of the three-quarters of an hour it was almost as white and doughy-look ing as when she put it in. She decided that something must be done. There was not fire enough this time; that was sure. She would put a little wood in the stove. She hastened out and brought in a handful and put it on the dying fire. Ten minutes later she care fully opened the oven door to look at her cake. It was about half an inch in thickness! Margaret's lips set In a determined line. The spirit of her fighting ances tors was aroused. She would not be conquered by a mere cake! She was hot, and oh, so tired! But she went heroically to work again. A little after 4 o'clock Rob came up the walk, whistling. The threshing at Smith's was finished, and he was home early. At the door he stopped in surprise. Margaret, who was always ready to receive him. In the dantiest of after noon dresses, when he returned, sat by the kitchen table In a soiled morning wrapper. Her hair, was disheveled and sprinkled with flour; one hand was done up in a white cloth, and two fin gers of the other hand showed great burns. Her head rested on her arms, and she was crying bitterly. Rob was startled. It was several minutes before he could understand what was the trouble. At last, how ever, with her tear-stained face hid den against his coat, Margaret sobbed out a history of the day's disasters. Rob laughed: but it was a comfort ing laugh. "Is that all?" he exclaimed, cheerily. "Don't worry about that. little wife. I wasn't my mother's hired girl all one year for nothing. That's the very cake she always used to have me make." I got to be quite an expert at it. It's a pity if I can't make one more." Ten minutes later Rob, enveloped in a 'great kitchen apron, was busily at work stirring up another cake. "It's lucky we have plenty of eggs. How many cakes did you make, any way," he asked, as he noticed the great pile of egg-shells. "Four!" Margaret looked foolish as she answered. "You didn't know what a silly wife you had married, did you. poor boy?" She tried to speak lightly, but Rob caught the note of wlstfulness in her voice. Margaret was very sensi tive about her deficiencies in the culin ary line. Rob took the sweet face between two very floury hands and hastened to assure her, for the twentieth time, that he did not care the least bit in the world whether she could bake a cake or not. That evening at the sociable Mrs. Wiley bustled up to Margaret, exclaim ing, "Your angel food cake was simply delicious, Mrs. Archer. I believe it was even better than the one you brought before, and that is saying a good deal. I am coming over some day to have you show me how to do it." Margaret and Rob exchanged laugh ing glances. Margaret could afford to laugh then, but she registered a vow that before the next sociable she would be able to make an angel food cake equal to that one. And she kept her word. They al most lived on angel food cake for the next two weeks, and it seemed to Mar garet that she never would want to see one again; but at the end of that time even her mother could not make a better one. ROBERT INGERSOLL'S KIND ACT. Great Agnostic Well Rewarded for Help in Time of Need. Robert Ingersoll was once asked by an acquaintance to furnish transporta tion to the destitute mother of a sol dier, who was dying in western Penn sylvania. "It would be a Christian act, Mr. Ingersell," said the petitioner. "But I'm not credited with any thing Christian," was the response. A pass was sent, however, and so promptly that before sunset the woman was on her way west. The next morning's mail carried to Col. Ingersoll an envelope enclosing these lines: "The God who knows our deepest needs Cares little how man counts his beads. For piety is not in creeds Or solemn faces; But rather lies in kindly deeds And Christian graces." The name of the woman who asked the courtesy and she to whom it was extended were signed. The Colonel read the paper twice, folded it, placed it on the envelope, closed his hand over it, then turned to a friend. "Such an experience draws the sting from a thousand criticisms," he said simply. New York Press. Little Fairy Flyaway. Little Fairy Flyaway tore her gauzy wing; She fell into a bramble bush from out her cobweb swing: The fairies always knew she was a care less little thing! Sorry little Flyaway, sobbing in despair. Heard a sudden humming through the summer air Looked to find a Dragon-fly close beside her there. "Don't you know me. Flyaway?" loud and lone buzzed he. "I'm the fairies darning needle If It weren t for me. What a very ragged set you thoughtless elves would be: Busy buzzing Dragon-fly darned the tear with speed. Made the pretty filmy wing beautiful In deed: Even fairies find it good to have a friend in need! Hannah Q. Fernald, in January St. Nicholas. Nectar in His. He was nothing but a tramp a mod est, retiring tramp, one of the nature's noblemen kind and when in answer to his timid knock a young matron opened the door he asked: "Might I beg for a cup of hot water from the breakfast table?" "You might," she began frigidly. when he interrupted: "Would it be possible to spill a few drops of coffee into it?" "It would be, but " "And a spoonful of milk " "I never in my life " "One moment, please. I don't ask for sugar, but if you will kindly look into the cup it will be turned into nec tar nectar, madam,- the food of the gods." He got it, and two large pieces of toast besides. Shakespeare Improved. At a bar examination a few years ago - tha question, "Write a critical analysis of any one of Shakespeare's plays," brought for the following es say: "As to Shakespeare's plays, I think the most beautiful is 'The Seven Ages.' In this play is represented and brought clearly to view the lowness and little ness of man. In it is delineated every step from the 'cradle to the grave. "In it is shown-the pride which man exhibits in middle life, the happy an ticipations of youth, and. lastly, the sorrowful reflections of old age. "In it is taught one of the many beautiful lessons which man should benefit by if he would only heed them. In fact, all through it Is beautifully In terwoven with that golden thread, Re member, man, that thou art dust." " Unfortunate In His Old Age. James Warden, who died in the Baltimore home for the aged the other day at the age of 102 years, had been a Methodist preacher for three-quar ters of a century. He had been sent to the county almshouse, but so loud was the protest from members of the church against such treatment of a veteran laborer in the vineyard that the officers of the conference had him removed to the institution for the aged maintained by the denomination. AN INTERNATIONAL FLAG. Amid all the strain of anxiety that Is now being everywhere felt In the anticipation of a bitter war letween two great nations in the Far East, the annexed design, indicating internation al agreement and concord, has a pe culiar interest and hope, says the London Graphic In the Far East, at Shan-Hal-Kuan, North China,- there are still represented Bix world powers in allied co-operation. Within a few hours' rail of Niu-Chwang, one of the many subjects of Russo-Japanese dis cussion, Shan-Hai-Kuan sees to-day Russians and Japanese, German, French, British and Italians all to gether in harmonious concert. An in- NOT A JOYOUS HONEYMOON. Garibaldi and His Bride Passed It In the Saddle Fighting for Freedom. The honeymoon of Garibaldi and bin wife Anita was a campaign of bril liant sea fights that would have done credit to John Paul Jones. At its dis astrous ending, when their ammuni tion was exhausted and it was time to take to the woods, Anita fired the last cannon-shot, helped to lay the trains to blow up the vessel and was the last over the rail as the ship went to the bottom of the sea. To the woods they went and there began Garibaldi's greater career as one of the military marvels of the century. In the service of Rio Grande do Stil, with military supplies always at the zero point, this picturesque soldier developed a genius for battle, a skill In retreat, a persistence in pursuit and a patience in camp that amazed the Brazilians, endeared him to his fol lowers and made him the idol of Anita. It was a war of magnificent distances and short rations. Hand-to-hand fights with the bayonet and 100 mile flights over vast stretches of treeless plain and pathless wilderness were the lot of all who in those days rode with Garibaldi. Whether it was the heart-breaking retreat with privations and sufferings almost unthinkable or the tireless pursuit, only a little less savage in its terrors, Anita rode with the general. At the end of one of the forced marches a flight of unusual length and great hardship MenottI was born. Twelve days thereafter the de voted mother, the embodied spirit of the splendid trooper, was again in the saddle. With the child in her arms and her carbine at her back, she was in her usual place at the head of the column. National Magazine. NEVER HEARD OF JAPAN. Japs Have Called Their Country Nip pon' for Last 130O or 1400 Years. The vast majority of the Japanese have never heard of Japan. They call their country Ninon, or Nippon, and even that name has only been in use for thirteen or fourteen centuries. Before that it was called Yamato, which is properly the name of one of the provinces. ' Since the Japanese have traced a resemblance between the position of their islands off Asia and the British islands off Europe and have deter mined on founding an empire like the British empire, they have called their country Dai Nippon Great Japan as we call ours Great Britain. Probably Marco Polo is responsible for the Japanese islands never being called by their own name in foreign countries. He heard the Chinese talk ing about a country which, being still further east than China, they called Jih-Pen sun-origin, a Chinese way of expressing the place that the sun ENGINE OF, CURIOUS CONSTRUCTION. J. Cairns is the author of an article in Cassiers Magazine on the four-cylinder compound locomotives, and among those of the most remarkable appearance is the one reproduced hero with. It is the Fairlie type of engine double boiler as well as double cyl inders and has not been adopted to any great extent as a compound, as the single-boiler type has almost ra jhpTP IJ&O SDjiiE ternational club has arisen there since the troubles of 1900, and amid the flags of all those nations flies one unique la history of man an International en sign combining the emblems of all six nations. At the top is seen the green, white and red of Italy; below is the blue, white and red of France; on the left the union flag of Great Britain, and opposite is the Japanese emblem. Downward from left to right is the black, white and red of Germany, and crossing this is the white, blue and red of Russia. The United States and Austria happen to be outside this in ternational comity, they having guards at Peking only. comes from and rounded the name into Zipangu which became Cipango. Another name for Japan means the luxurian reed plains the land of fresh rice ears of long 600 autumns; but I have forgotten how to spell it in Japa nese. It is rather long. In any case, it is comforting to know that land of the rising sun is the literal meaning of the word Japan." "Queer Things About Japan." Woman of Determination. Down in Delaware there is much rivalry between different cities, and the capital, Dover, has the honor of being the object of Jealousy from every quarter. William H. Stayton, who was Admiral Sampson's counsel during the period of the Schley Court of Inquery, told a story at the recent dinner of the Delaware Society of THE KNAPP - A large boiler afloat is the nearest description in few words, of the' Knapp experimental roller-ship boat which has been used experimentally several times on the St. Lawrence river. Ca nadian capital has become interested in the invention, and a company with a capital of $3,000,000 has applied for New York about an old woman in Smyrna, Del. "Doctor," said the woman, as she lay on her deathbed, "I've tried to live a Christian life, loving my enemies, and hating all the people of Dover. Now I'm willing to take almost any dose you suggest, but let me die and go to hell rather than give me Dover Powders." New York Times. Late .Harvest in Britain. Harvest operations in both the Eng lish and Scottish border districts were only brought to a close a day or two before Christmas. The harvest was by far the latest within memory. perseded it. But representative en gines even of the compound Fairlie type are not wanting. This Is the only class of which the writer is aware though there are probably others th at is designed for steam tramway or light railway work on the state lines of Saxony. This engine is cov ered in above and below, and, there fore, presents a strange appearance. If ft THE AGE Or CIVILIZATION. Inlaid Glazed Pottery of 4700 B. C Shows Art Was Old Then. So far as the question of- time la concerned it deserves notice that not merely geology, but almost every form ok inquiry into the past throws further back the limits usually assigned. Egypt, for Instance, is continually furnishing fresh proofs of the antiqu ty of civilization. -Prof. Flinders Petrie expounded at Owens college. Manchester. Eng., a few days ago the results of recent explorations at Aby dos, in Upper Egypt, from which it appears that the ruins at that oner spot tell a continuous story that carries us back to 5000 B. C. Abydos was the ' first capital of Egypt and remained for forty-five cen turies the religious center, the Can terbury of the land, and there the Egyptian exploration fund has un earthed the remains of "ten succes. sive temples, one over the other." A part 'of a large glazed pottery vase of Mena, the first king of tha first dynasty, about 4700 B. O.. show ed "that even then they were making glaze on a considerable scale, and also inlaying it with a second color. Tha ivory carving was astonishingly fine, a figure of a king showing a subtlety -4 and power- of expression as good as any work of later ages." At about 4000 B. C, an ivory stat uette of Cheops, the builder of the great pyramid, was found, the only portrait known of him. Making every possible allowance for the marvelous rapidity of art de velopment, must not many thousands of years have rolled over between the pristine dwellers In the Nile valley and the men who carved ivory statu ettes and manufactured glazed work Inlaid with second colors? London Telegraph. HAD A PROPHETIC VISION. Russian Writer Foretold Disasters That Recently Befel His Country. One of the most remarkable In stances of political prophecy that have come to light in recent years is reported by Dr. E. J. Dillon. A Rus sian named Levitoff published recent ly at Port Arthur a pamphlet urging that the Russians do everything pos sible to gain time and that they with draw the fleet as an incumbrance, and depend upon their numerical superior ity on land. With great clearness he pointed out the perils of meeting Ja pan on the sea. "The Yellow Bosphorus" (the ROLLER BOAT. incorporation at Ottawa, the capital of Canada. The intention in building the strange looking boat is that it shall roll over the surface of the water, .thus avoiding the skin friction which re tards to a great extent the progress of the ordinary type of vessels. Straits of Korea) "is a trap into which the Jap's, at England's instigation, are trying to entice us. So long as we steer clear of a sea fight," he con tinues, "the command of the sea and the Anglo-Japanese alliance are not worth a sucked egg. If we resolve to keep out of an engagement on water and if we are further prepared to do without our fleet, not only by refusing to increase it but by getting rid of It wholly and without reserve, then the Japanese doctrine, Asia for Asiatics, becomes meaningless and we have a free field on which to continue our work of culture in that part of the globe." IRISHMAN HAD HIS DOUBTS. Could Hardly Believe Minister Had "Carried the Hod." The Rev. Robert Collyer was a blacksmith In Germantown, Pa., before he became a preacher, says Success. Once, when there was little work at hand he asked a builder in his neigh borhood for something to do. The lat ter replied that all he could give him would be a Job carrying a hod. "I'm your man," replied the black smith promptly. Years afterward, while an Imposing edifice was being erected in Chicago for Dr. Collyer, he was standing among the beams, watching tie prog ress of the work when an Irishman came along with a hod of bricks. Dr. Collyer spoke to him and he paused. "This is har-rd work, sor." said the Irishman. "I know that well," answered Dr ' Collyer; "In my day, I've carried the hod myself. "The Irishman stared at me an In stant,' said Dr. Collyer, in relating the incident, "and then went on his way mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like. I wouldn't . ,i .. I th parson was such a liar? "