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am $' Have you ever seen a hen Sneaking rour.d a chicken pen With an air of one forsook. With a cad and hunted look. With a crossness in her cry And a warning in her eye? Watch her closely, then. I beg; She is going to lay an egg. Have you ever seen a pote With the dust upon his coat. With a melancholy face Like a servant's in disgrac With a wild, unholy eye And an oft repeated sigh? Watch him fret and fume and foam; He is eoinf to write a pome. Newark Evening Newt. Traffic. (Copyright 1905 by Daily Story Pub. Co.) Ralph Bishop was heels over head in love with pretty Helen Easley and all the town knew it, including Helen. iBut nothing could induce Ralph to make the necessary avowal, although :he would have given his ears to do so. Bold enough in most things, he was anxabject coward in this, even as many other brave men have been be fore him and many other brave men will be after him even to the end of time. He had courage In plenty, in other ways, moral as well as physical, ibut the audacity of asking for Helen's band and heart quite overwhelmed him and then there- Was the refusal he feared; it was wholly impossible' for him to risk incurring that. It mattered not that Helen gave him all the encouragement commensurate with a proper appreciation of herself and the dictates of womanly modesty, ;but like unto the most of mankind he was cheerfully oblivious to her at tempts to help and so the months and years rolled by, filled with great long ing on his part, together with a sort of nerve paralysis, which had become chronic. In her presence i he was stricken dumb the moment he got near the subject closest his heart. Nor was he able to frame his desires in the form of a letter, albeit he was a writer of singular force and beauty. So it had become an accepted fact that Bishop wanted to but couldn't. On Helen's part she had grown some what bitter at his stupid hesitancy and had given him up and become rather brusque in her treatment of him. This only served to confirm his belief that he had no hope. Matters were in this condition of stagnation when a very strange thing happened. Ralph, while he could not summon courage to write a proposal to Helen, was wont to feed his imagi nation and provide a safety valve for his bursting heart by writing long and ardent letters to the object of his passion, which letters never got fur ther than the grate In his room. Now Ralph, as has been intimated before, had a talent for writing. Indeed some of his things had been accepted by publications of standing and he was not without hope of a literary career. At any rate he had the gift of placing his thoughts and feelings graphically upon paper and some of his imaginary letters to Helen were gems of the first water because they were inspired by so ardent and so honest a passion. One day, feeling especially sur charged with his ruling emotions, he threw aside his other work and busied himself for an hour or more pouring out his heart in the most glowing phrases in a fictitious letter addressed to "My darling, darling Helen," and signed "Your most devoted lover, Ralph Bishop." One particularly hap py phrase a new one in this growing series of never-sent letters pleased him immensely. "If you will accept 'Was head over heels in love with pretty Helen Easley?' "the homage and life-long devotion of your true knight and are willing to trust your life to his keeping a trust he pledges to keep with single-hearted .devotion simply write the word 'Come' on . a sheet of paper and sign your name and with this encourage ment I will fly to your side and tell you of a love of which I can only 'hint on cold paper." As he was .reading over this burn ing effusion he was called to the tele phone and was there summoned down town on an important business mis sion none the less than to meet a publisher who chanced to be in town and wanted to talk with him regarding ta proposed novel about which there mi; TTHT had been some correspondence. Vast ly excited at the alluring prospect of this meeting he grabbed his hat and hastened away. Later in the day Grandma Bishop, a white-haired lady of the old-fashioned school, who was very fond of Ralph, but greatly vexed at the deadlock in his affair with Helen Easley, went into Ralph's room to get a book. Now Grandma had gone so far as to ex postulate with Ralph at his faint-heart-edness, but had been met with such a torrent of rebuke that even her fearless spirit quailed and she had been compelled to acquiesce along Pouring out his heart in the most glowing phrases. with the rest. So when her eyes rested on the first page of a letter on his desk beginning "My darling, darl ing Helen," she paused. . Now mind I do not accuse the venerable lady of reading the letter. In fact I do not know just what happened only this: A half-hour later Grandma said to her daughter that she believed she would go out for a little walk and as she trotted away somebody remem bered afterward that she had a letter in her hand. It is also a matter of recollection that as she sat in her favorite chair by the fire that even ing she chuckled distinctly twice, whereat there was nor apparent occa sion. So noticeable was this that Mr. Bishop said to his wife that night as they were retiring: . "I fear mother is breaking. Did you hear her chuckling away to her self to-night? It's a sign of old age." To which Mrs. Bishop replied: "Nonsense; mother's head is hard as a nut. I only hope mine will be as good at her age." In the meantime Ralph, greatly ex cited over his conference with the publisher, which was most encourag ing, forgot all about the fictitious let ter he had left on his desk and in leed it would have been strange oth erwise when one remembers all the similar letters he bad written and de stroyed. Consequently when on the follow ing afternoon the postman brought a neat little envelope addressed in Helens nanawrvung, he open ed it without perturbation, think ing it an invitation to some social doings or a request to take a chance on an impossible church fair quilt or some other formality regarding which notes frequently passed between them. But when he opened the envelope and read - in tremulous letters in the middle of the page, "Come, Helen," he sat staring at it as though he were possessed. - Gradually it came to him. He recollected the letter he had writ ten, and tried hard to think what he had done with it. Then the great thought -broke . in upon him: Helen knew of his love and had accepted him. This mighty thought crowded out all speculation all lesser thoughts. He was downstairs in two bounds and tearing along the streets and by short cuts toward the Easley house in manner that made people turn and look at him and shake their heads. He burst in upon her, breathless, and seized her in his arms, regard less of the presence of her small brother, who wondered greatly and sneered audibly. "Do you mean It, my darling?" he almost shouted. "Don't tell me I'm dreaming. . And to think what a frump I have been and all the time I've lost." - And then he kissed her repeatedly. His bashfulness and fear had vanished and he could talk freely enough and act the lover, too. But she shook him loose and bade him stand back. "Yon said yon would tell me of a love of which you could only, hint on cold paper," she said. "I am ready to listen. Bobbie, go out in the yard and play, this instant." That is about all there is to it, ex cepting when Ralph came, to make searching inquiry regarding how the letter came to be mailed and his mother, putting two and two together, glanced significantly at grandma, that innocent person looked up mildly from her knitting and said: ' "Why, when a body sees a letter an written, and knows that he was called away suddenly, what would a body naturally do but mail it?" Whereupon grandma was picked up bodily, knitting and. all, and soundly kissed and called a "dear, pious, old conspirator," and promised the very first piece cut from the groom's cake. MONEY HAD BEEN PASSED OUT. Nothing Left for Visitors After Wife Had Called. A brother of Capt. Gridley of Tou may fire, Gridley, when you're ready," fame, is chief of the redemption divis ion of the treasury. That's where the old paper money is counted and made ready for the machine which grinds it to pulp. He has a wife, and, woman like, she gets around on pay day to relieve her lord and master of the trouble of spending it all. That is. she used to come around in his working place to get what was coming to her, but she won't ever do it again. She went there last pay day and talked with her husband through the meshes of the stout wire screen that incloses all those who handle the filthy stuff turned in for redemption. She made the fortnightly touch just as a crowd, under the guidance of a messenger, was moving away from the screen. Mr. Gridley dutifully passed out a roll of bills. One of the women in the party came running back filled with excitement. "Oh, please, mister, V$ like , to get some of that money!" she exclaimed, regarding -Gridley with a beaming countenance. Poor Gridley, didn't catch the drift of her remarks, so. he just said: "I beg pardon, madam." 1 said I'd like some of that money," she repeated. By that time Mrs. Grid ley had looked at her husband with scorn in her eyes. Then she "caught 99 'You're too late." she remarked. sweetlv. "T'-m his wife and. T ilnti't think he has any left." Pittsburg Dis patch. Mr. Wilklns. Mr. Wilkins had a dollar, so he said ho ffuessed he'd oav A little sum he'd borrowed from- a gen tleman namea urav; Then Gray he took that dollar, and he said, "It seems to me I'd better pay that little debt I owe to McAfee": Then McAfee the dollar paid upon a bill xo oman; By Smart 'twas paid to Thomson, and by Thomson Ttaid to TTart. And so that coin kept rolling, as a very UUSJ piUIlK. Until it paid indebtedness amounting In Hie VI1UI11& To more than forty dollars, and it may be rolling yet. And all because this Wilkins thought he'd ueiier pay a aeDt. For when a dollar's started On its debt-destroying way. There hardly is a limit To the sums that it will pay. Mr. TVilkins knew a kindness that he mignt nave none lor Grav. But he wasn't feeling kindly, so he ' though it wouldn't "oav." Then Gray, not being grateful, said. "It really spems to me I've done sufficient favors for that blasted McAfee"; Then McAfee felt ugly, and he took a whack at Smart. "Who passed it on to Thomson, who passed, it on to Hart. And so no act of kindness was done tnrougn all that day. But many an act that rankled in a most unpleasant way. And many a soul was longing for the help to fit its need,. And all because this Wilkins -didn't do a Kinaiy aeea. For a dollar or a kindness. Rule is still the same, I say; If you wish to see it rolling. Better start it on its way. San Francisco Call. Sleeping, in Sunshine. A man who has just returned from a sojourn at the seashore has solved the problem of taking a siestfi on the beach in full sunshine without so much as the shade of a .parasol and yet without injuit to the eyes, says the Philadelphia Record. . "It's simple enough when you know how," he says and consists merely in putting a light-weight bandage over the eyes and fastening it in the back so it won't come off during sleep. A hand kerchief will do if you haven't any thing better, but it li needlessly wide aDd a little heavy. All you want is a narrow strip which keeps out the light and yet permits you to get all the air you vant, something which is impossible if you put a hat over your face. The bandage ought to be dark in color, too, if possible. A woman's long black silk stocking is just the thing. I learned this trick from an army officer, who says It's a common thing for soldiers sleeping in the open on the western plains, where it begins to get light as early as 4 o'clock in the. morning and where Bleep without such a bandage, is impossible.' A Mad Anthony Button. A handsome-button, evidently from the coat of one of the merry officers who served under Mad , Anthony Wayne in his campaign against the Indians of the Northwest Territory of was recently picked up from the site of his camp, eighteen miles from i-ntsburg on the north bank of the Ohio river. The button is solid sil ver, and when it was found by Attor ney J. R. McCreight of Pittsbure and the Rev. R. B. Carrel of Baden was covered with the dirt of more than a century. When Gen. Wayne was sent to punish the Indians for the defeat of Gen. St. Clair he established camp at what "was known as Legion- ville, ' where the button was found. Here for almost two years he drilled his men and. when he met the In dians, his victory was complete. The Methodical Fish. The sunniest fish that ver could be Lived down in the depths of a very deep sea. He knitted his brows and he scratched . bis old ead. Ar.d after reflection he soberly said. "I've given the subject much serious tnuugnt And ten chances to one, I shall some day be caught! - - Now, if that comes to pass, I trust that I mav Be caught in an orderly, businesslike way. iNo one in his senses can ever deny A hook is Intended to go in an eye. Vet many a fish is so careless he will Take a hook in his mouth, or perhaps In nis giu. . But I'm more methodical, so I shall try To join in true 'union the hook and the eye." Well, this orderly fish went, his orderly He kept his eyes open, with wide. tnougntrui gaze. And whenever he aw a well-baited hook. He rolled up his eye with contemplative look. And then swam away with & satisfied wink. Saying. "That's not the hook to fit my eye, 1 tnint: So he kept his eyes open (as every one ought). And somehow, the wise old fish never was eaugm: Youth's Companion. Game of Rival -Armies. Boys and girls do not use slates in school nowadays; writing pads seem to have taken their place. Here is such a nice game for a slate that every one of you will want to buy one right off, though, for that matter, you can also play it on paper. Divide a slate into three equal parts by drawing lines up and dftwn it with a pencil. Then across the lower end draw another line. In each low er corner place a cannon, filling the space above it with o's for the sol diers of the army. This picture will show you how to do it. Now the battle begins. Each player has a sharp-pointed pencil. No. 1, placing the point of his pencil on the mouth of his cannon, draws it very quickly across the slate toward No. 2's army. If the mark made by this pencil passes through any of the men of the opposing army, they are killed and out of action. Then No. 2 takes his turn at pencil- killing, and so the. game goes on until all the men on one side are dead. This diagram shows the plan of bat tle. No. 1 having won. The pencil track must be straight or curved; any shot in which there is an angle does not. count. If either gunner is unlucky enough to hit his own men, it counts for the other iide. The faster the pencil shoots the more exciting the game. As many dots as the players wish may be drawn for the armies. Home Tackle-Making. There is ' no more Interesting and absorbing occupation during the spare hours, for the young angler, than the home manufacture of his tackle, says J. Harrington Keene in Recreation. Of course, few boys can hope to be come expert rod, reel or fly makers. nor with the beautiful and compar atively cheap products of skilled labor in the tackle stores is it necessary that they should. " But the mending of a broken or weakened rod joint, the replacement of a missing guide ring, the whipping of a hook on the snell, and the joining of . the gut by the right knots in a leader, ought to be an accomplishment within the reach of every young fisherman. ' In course of his apprenticeship In these simple processes, the aspirant for "high hookship" should proceed to the making of a passably , good art! ficial fly which properly, considered is an imitation as close as possible of the fly or insect on which the trout and other fish feed with readiness during the spring and summer mon ths especially, and even to the middle af autumn in some localities. Two Pencils a Year for All. Thev number of pencils used in the TTnitAj4 ctotoc arm nail v. if divided evenly, would be a small allowance for those requiring them every day. Yet. at this ate, when the total of about 160.000,000 for the whole conn try is calculated, one cannot help wondering how it Is possible to con sume such a vast number of pencils. Some of the pencils we buy are "made In Germany," but oi me ber that Americans use nine-tenths . ...mifarhire. A COD 81(1- ui uwu. erable quantity of this article is also exported -as well as impure. i the TTnited States smploy upward of 2,000 people, paying them about $700,000 in wages every year. America's ann-d output of pen x J fegaftMT.. J . IJ cils la worth $2,000,000. "The wood most commonly sought for making pencils is Virginia or red cedar, which grows abundantly in the South, especially in Alabama and Florida. Europe, ' having nothing as good among its own trees for pencil covering as Virginia cedar, obtains its supply of this material from the United States. But the American manufacturer . is compelled to go abroad for the graphite contained In pencils. Mexico, Bohemia, Ceylon and Siberia yield the best qualities of graphite. The preparation of graphite, of which, with clay, pencil lead con sists, is an important industry in itself, and.it has its home in Germany. "I Beg Your Pardon." The other day at a railroad station a Japanese young man was noticed among several Americans, who were eating, that is, bolting food by jerks. He knew but "few words of English, but managed to call for some oysters or coffee. He ate and drank with most exquisite manners and attracted much attention by his frequent use of "I beg your pardon." When he wanted the pepper, upon reaching for it, he said in a sweet voice to the man before whom .he had to pass his arm: "I beg your pardon." One coarse fellow who sat with his hat tilted over one eye surprised even himself by push ing the plate of crackers toward the polite Japanese without being asked. He did not look up, as if ashamed of being caught in the act. Conversing afterward with the young man from Japan he admitted that he knew less than 100 words sof our language. "Ivbeg your pardon," "thank you," "if you please" and "you are very kind" were phrases he could speak very distinctly and by means of them made his way wherever he went. Politeness costs nothing and is the passport to. every good in life. It never fails to bring returns. This Jap was unlike a little .American girl, aged 5. ' Recently her father brought home a humorous book teaching politeness by showing the shockingly bad manners of a family of children. "Edna," he said, "I hope these funny pictures and stories will help you to be more polite." -- "It's of no use, papa. It will take more than a book to teach me man ners. You can't teach an old dog new tricks." The Carrier Bee. You often have heard of carrier pig eons and the part they play in war, but how many boys and girls ever heard of a carrier bee? These little honey gatherers have such a sense of direction that , they can always fly straight to their hives, even from places they have never visited before. We are told that a few years ago a beekeeper trained some of his in sects as message carriers. Knowing they will always fly ' home from any point in a range of four of five miles, he tied tiny notes for his little daugh ters on the bees and set them loose in a totally unfamiliar place. In a very short- time they were back at their own hi-ces, messages and all. Some people think bees might be" made very useful in war times, and even now experiments are being made to see just how far and how directly they will fly. Magic Second Sight. To do the . trick of "second sight" all that is necessary in the way of equipment is a large slate a piece of chalk and. a sheet of paper. First, ask some one inthe company to write any number or words on tfie paper and tell him that you, without seeing the paper, will then write upon the slate those very words. Everyone will smile . and ' at once call upon you to make good your claim. When the paper is ready di- THE MERRY.GO.ROUND A merry-go-round like the one pic tured is easy of construction, and no explanations further than a few hints need be given to the prospective builder. The center post stands ten feet high, and rests In a shallow ' auger hole, bored in the top of an old stump or post set for the purpose. The top rect it to be hidden while you. tura your back. - Place the slate so that the audience cannot see the front of it and then as sume an attitude of deep thought. Then say, -"Now, If some one will kindly read aloud what is on the paper, I will prove that I have written those very words." The paper is then read, and the time has arrived to turn the slate around. When (the spectators see what is on it the laugh will be on them, for you have N done . what you boasted you would do that is to say, you have written "Those very words." Mexican Bread Fruit. In the public gardens at New York there is a Mexican bread fruit an epiphyte that clings to a dead tree. Its leaves grow to be like big fans with deeply scalloped edges, and its fruit respmhles a Inn fir par nf corn wrapped in a single sheath. This fruit when ripe has the taste and.odoi of pineapple, and we can Just imagine that the little Mexican children feast upon it as the boys and' girls of our country feast upon peaches and cream. ' Single Rope Swings. Sometimes a rope will be found ly ing about the barn or back of the house which could be used to make a swing, but it is not quite long enough for the purpose. That is the time a single rope swing may be made which will furnish enough fun to last all summer. The end of a soap box makes a good seat, explains the Rochester Post-Express. Bore a hole in the middle of a board, pass the rope through and tie a knot in the bottom. Tie the other end around the branch of a tree, as far away from the trunk as possible. Let the board be not more than six or seven inches wide. A good athletic boy can have great fun with such a swing. There is a knack in handling it, but when once mastered he can "swing back or forth perfectly straight in any direction. Grasp the rope as high as you . can reach, stand far back and with a quick jerk lift yourself off the ground and straddle the swing. The board should be far enough from the ground to let the toes touch, then, by touch ing the ground occasionally it is pos sible to keep going straight and not revolve. If some one is near by to , push you can' be pushed in a circle like a "merry-go-round." There is enough variety in this style of swing to make it worth while to make one. When Koreans Go Calling. Korean visiting cards sometimes measure a foot square. The savages of Dahomey announce an intended visit by sending in advance a wooden board or the branch of a tree artistic ally carved. When the visit is paid the "card" is returned to the posses sion of its owner, who will doubtless use it for many years. With the na tives of Sumatra the visiting card is composed of a piece of wood about a foot long, decorated with a bunch ol straw and a knife. - works as an axle a an old wheel ol any kind, whisb .8 anchored out by three or' foul- guy wires. The othei parts of the apparatus are too simple to need description. .The seat arms may be of any length desired. With a motorman in the middle, the swfUg takes on quite a country fa'- aspect. Oscar P. Roberts in Montreal Her a ..