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Write for prices, etc., to THE CHESAPEAKE BELTING COMPANY, D. HOCKADAY, Propr. ggs McKlm Street, Ret. Madison and Eager Streets, Baltimore, Md. Apl, 18—8 m Fob “The Union.” TO THE RIVER OCKLAWAHA, FLORIDA. BT GEORGE E. TACK. Upthe‘river Ocklawaha, Where are mirrored tranquil skies, Fair magnolia and palmetto, Now my winged fancy flies. River somber and enchanting. O’er whose waters cypress twine. And where Spanish mosses cling. Seem tby beauties most divine. Through thy gleaming forest halls. Flash the brilliant plumaged birds. And are heard the echoed calls. As of strange, mysterious words. Are thy banks and skies so fair. Of the earth, or do I dream ? Healing seems thy fragrant air. And how softly sings thy stream. Oh, the weird and awesome sights. See I as the torches gleam; Passing all the wildest flights, Of the mind, or fancy's dream. And shadows seem to creep Down tby stately columned shore. Where the wood nymphs quiet sleep On the flower scented floor. Now the crystal spring I see. And into its depths I gaze. For its secrets are to me Known and read as nature’s ways. Wondrous are thy banka and akin, Ocklawaha, glorious stream. Prelude to Goa’s Paradise, ■ Where life’s deathless waters gleam. WITH MODERN IMPROVEMENTS. BV CARROLL-WATSON-RANKIN. ‘‘lt is precisely as I feared, Ade laide,” said the girl’s uncle, rising somewhat wearily from the papers he had been sorting on the dining-room table. ‘‘When all the bills are paid, you’ll have just exactly nothing left. I suppose we should be thankful that your father left you free from debt. Of course, as I’m situated—” *‘l shall get along splendidly,” re turned Adelaide, with commendable pride and courage. ‘‘l’m not afraid, and you needn’t worry about me. I’m nineteen, I’m through school, and I know of at least two positions that are mine for the asking. If I can’t earn a living any other way, I can wash dishes for my board !” ‘‘Oh, you’ll never need to do that,” i returned Adelaide’s sole surviving relative, seriously. ‘‘l know I shan’t. I could earn two livings if I had to.” ‘‘l’m glad you’re so confident; but if you shouldn’t—” ‘‘But I shall!” declared Adelaide, her chin elevated, her shoulders erect. ‘‘By this time tomorrow I shall be occupying a salaried position, board ing with Mrs. Hill, and glorying in my independence.” Sure enough, the morrow found Adelaide drawing maps in an im portant real estate office. Never was there a more enthusiastic clerk ; nev er was real estate business studied so perseveringly ; never did novice learn so speedily. Yet at the end of eight weeks Ade laide, who sincerely believed that her services had been of unusual benefit to Gore & Pelham, was paid an extra month’s salary—and dismissed. ‘ ‘ Bnt why?” she demanded, in her sur ■ prise. *w'i ■ ■ p 'w-< ■ “I really can’t tell you !” stam mered Mr. Pelham. ‘‘l don’t ex actly know. Mr. Gore perhaps —” But the senior partner likewise weakly waived the question, suggest ing that Mr. Pelham might perhaps explain. Adelaide secured another entirely desirable position within the week ; one’s first impression of Adelaide was always favorable. But in spite of un tiring industry, this place, too, failed her at the end of the second month. Again no reason was given; again her employer was vague and polite, but his parting smile was slightly satirical. The third place lasted just six weeks. Mild, easy going Judge Whit ney said, with apparent regret, that he guessed he would be his own clerk for a while. Oh, yes, Miss Adelaide had done all and more —in fact, a great deal more than he had asked. Yes, indeed, she was punctual, indus trious, accurate, clever. If she need ed letters, call on him, by all means. He wished her all success, but — good-by! Four more offices welcomed Ade laide. Four more employers discov ered very speedily that it was possi ble —and decidedly more comfortable —to exist without this clever, enter prising young woman’s aid. The morning after her polite dis missal from the city treasurer’s office found Adelaide perched on a high stool in what was known as Gray’s store. She was keeping books for Thomas Gray & Company. This entirely respectable mercantile busi ness of fifty years’ standing had been established by “old” Thomas Gray. It now belonged to “young” Thomas Gray; but “young” Thomas was fully sixty years of age, and his ways were even more antiquated than his father’s had been. He thoroughly disliked what he called “new fangled notions,” yet because of his unswerv ing honesty and kindliness, he stood high in public estimation. People wondered when he installed a book keeper. “It’s because I’m a relic of the past,” confided Adelaide to her friend, Rose Miller. ‘‘He went to school with father, so I’m thereby connected with bis own generation. He likes that generation best; but I intend to make a few changes when I get my work to going smoothly. Why, we’re way behind the times ! The firm’s on a splendid footing financially, but nobody would know it to look at us. Look at me, perched like a chimney sweep on this high stool! I don’t suppose there’s another like it in the State.” ‘‘lt’s a good place, just the same,” said Rose. ‘‘Whenever I want to be sure of getting linen that is linen, wool that is wool, or coffee that is coffee, I always come here. There are lots of more showy places, but you can de , pend on Gray’s.” The black walnut office was cer tainly guiltless of modern improve ments. A big cupboard held piles of wholesale catalogues, trade journals, extra stationery, samples of dry goods ' and staple groceries. There were shabby books and pasteboard boxes , on top of the big iron safe. A large un framed portrait of a tattered but r still ferocious tiger hung above the desk. “Ready,” said Adelaide, “to eat me if I make mistakes in these dingy old books. But just wait till my hand’s in. There’ll be some house cleaning round here, Mr. Tiger, and away you’ll go, first thing.” But the books, kept according to Mr. Gray’s old-fashioned ideas, oc cupied so much of Adelaide’s time that for five weeks the tiger remain ed unmolested. During February, when trade was always dull, it was Mr. Gray’s habit to go East to select his spring stock. Then Adelaide was left alone with the tiger in the cage-like office. The day after Mr. Gray’s departure came the winter’s most severe snap. For five days the thermometer registered from ten to twenty below zero. . Horses and pedestrians hurried along in clouds of white steam. The closely packed snow creaked noisily underfoot. Windows werethick with frost. Telephone wires hummed and whistled with the intense cold. The shopping district was deserted. In Gray & Company’s the idle clerks huddled about the two huge base-burning stoves that had warmed the building in the first Thomas Gray’s time. Adelaide, however, was sufficiently warm. She stood on her stool, reaching for the tacks that upheld the tiger. “ What in the world are you doing ?’ ’ asked Julie La Tour, who served all French-speaking customers. “Cleaning house,” replied Ade laide, dropping the time-worn tiger gingerly to the floor. “Don’t you think we need it? Bring me a roll of paper, Mr. Anderson; I’m going to straighten this cupboard.” “My,” exclaimed the Swedish clerk, admiringly, “but you’re the smart one! I've been here nine years, and I guess nobody but Mr. Gray has touched those shelves in all that time.” “Bring me a big box, somebody,” said Adelaide, poking dusty cata logues off the cupboard with Mr. Gray’s umbrella. “I don’t quite dare to burn this trash, bnt there’s no use having it here.” “Mr. Gray,” warned Julie, “is fussy about having things changed. I’ve told him it would be handier to have the spool cases where the but ton shelves are ; but no, he says it’s always been just so—and that set tles it.” “But this,” said Adelaide, “is my corner, and I’m going to have it just as fine as I can. I’ve sent for a cata logue of office furniture, and I’m going to persuade Mr. Gray to fix this place up.” “You don’t know him,” demurred Johnson, the old shoe clerk. “This store is just about all the home and family he owns ; and he doesn’t take .■li'iiiftiy fn i-hongM Wlmi h# m ! i get the same old brand of sheeting, the same make of lamp chimneys, or the same old cut of overshoes, he’s terribly put out. I’d go easy with that desk, Miss Adelaide.” The office certainly looked neater when Adelaide finally tucked her dust-cloth into the roaring stove. It looked different also. A calendar had replaced the tattered tiger. An arti ficial palm waved its too green leaves above the safe. A damaged curtain, taken from the stock, hung before the cupboard. The desk, turned corner wise, was bare except for a few new pencils, Adelaide’s fountain pen, a new scarlet penholder—thoughtfully provided by Adelaide for Mr. Gray’s personal use —and a new bottle of ink. Even the pigeonholes wore a Sunday air of unprecedented neatness. The enterprising young woman eyed it all with complacency. But Mr. Gray did not. He reach ed town after closing time,three nights later, let himself in with his own pri vate key, and went straight to the old-fashioned office to write a letter. No one knows exactly what happen ed during the first five minutes, but he spent the next thirty-five in a frantic search for his own battered penholder, twenty-five more hunting for his own particular kind of ink, another fifteen in digging up the stack of blue-lined paper that no longer oc cupied the right hand corner of the fourth shelf of the family cupboard. By the time he had accumulated these articles and found the necessary en velope and stamp, he was too annoyed to be able to write a good letter. To calm himself, he reached for “Jacob Faithful,” for he read and re read Captain Marryat, in preference to anything more modern. But “Jacob” no longer rested face downward on top of the southeast corner of the safe. Then Mr. Gray’s eyes sought the tiger’s. An exceedingly up-to-date girl returned the glance. “I’ll discharge Anderson by tele phone,” muttered the angry mer chant, “if this is his work !” But Anderson, fortunately for him, had no telephone. The next morning, when Adelaide arrived, the office looked considera bly worse than it had in the begin ning, for her employer had spent most of the night restoring his an cient treasures to their proper places. ‘‘Yes, I did it all,” confessed Ade laide, eyeing with consternation the chaotic office. ‘‘But I thought you’d like it.” “Do you think so now?” demand ed Mr. Gray, surrounded by scattered palm leaves. “No,” returned Adelaide, remain ing outside the railing. “I don’t.” “Come in. I guess we’d better have a clear understanding in this matter. Do you see this book ? Well, when I’m vexed or puzzled I like to read it —there’s something sort of slow and restful about old Captain Marryat. But I like to find him at home when I reach for him. His home’s right here on top of this safe —not under sample packages of hand shucked rice. Do you see that tiger ? When I get tired of being tied down to business, I like to look at him. I’ve always had a fancy that I’d like to hunt tigers in tropical jungles, but I guess this is the nearest I’ll ever come to it. Anyway, I’d be lone some without that picture.” TOWSON, MD., SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 19. 1908. “If I’d known—” “Do you see this desk? It was father’s. So was that cupboard. This was father’s penholder. I’ve a fancy for keeping things as nearly as possible as father left them. I’m used to them myself. You see, they’ve been this way for over fifty years. Now you’re comparatively new —’ ’ “I’m nineteen.” “Just so. And you ’ve lost several jobs —” Adelaide colored painfully. “Without knowing exactly why. Yes, I thought so. Did you, by any chance, introduce any modern im provements in the real estate business, the bauk building, the insurance of fice, or up in the city hall? Did you get in a little missionary work on Judge Whitney’s spelling, and make a few alterations in Doctor Truscott’s queer way of keeping accounts ? 'Did you think that ‘avenue’ looked finer than ‘street’ when you lettered Gore & Pelham’s maps?” “I’m afraid I —well, I did try to improve things a little.” “Just so,” returned Mr. Gray, whose eyes were entirely kind. “It’s a habit of yours, perhaps? A good habit to outgrow, possibly. You see, improving elderly, experienced per sons like Judge Whitney, Mr. New comb, Doctor Truscott or Mr. Nichols isn’t precisely wbat’s expected of you. Why, I shouldn’t wonder if you were a real nuisance to them, breaking up their lifelong habits, trying to improve their business methods, putting their belongings in different places —” “How —how did you know?” de manded Adelaide, suspiciously. “Just guessed it. Perhaps they had to lose you in order to be com fortable in their own offices.” “I suppose that means,” quavered Adelaide, “that yon’d like me to go ?” “Well,” returned Mr. Gray, in the gentlest of tones, “it’s this way, my girl. Your bookkeeping’s all right, you’ve a good, clear head for figures, you’re a smart, capable young person ; but those wretched modern improve ments of yours—” “Suppose I promise to save them all for myself?” “Good!” cried Thomas Gray. “In that case you’ll do, provided you and Jacoband the tiger can live peace ably in the same cage.”— Youth's Companion. SELF EVIDENT. The baldheaded man with four days’ growth of beard on his chin en tered the barber’s shop and sat down in one of the operating chairs. “Shave, sir?” “No !” growled the man in the chair. “I want to be measured fora suit of clothes.” ’ Y • toilrtr ai 4 ‘■What fait?” - “It’s a barbershop.” “What work do you do in this shop?” “Shave men and cut their hair,sir.” “Do you think a man with no hair on his head would come here to have his hair cut?” “No, sir.” “Then, presuming me to be a sane man, but baldheaded, what would you naturally suppose I came for?” “For a shave.” “Then why did you ask me if I wanted a shave when I took a seat in your chair? Why didn’t you go to work at once ? If some of you bar bers would cultivate a habit of infer ring from easily ascertained data, in stead of developing such wonderful conversational powers, it would be of material aid in advancing you in your chosen vocation and of expanding your profits. Do you comprehend ?’ ’ “Yes, sir,” replied the man as he began to lather the customer’s face in a dazed sort of way. And he never even asked him if he wanted brillian tine on when the operation was per formed. WHY THE GUEST WAS EMBARRASSED. A north side man who was invited out to dinner the other day was not able to figure out for awhile whether he was welcome or not after he ar rived at the house. The members of the family talked nicely and appeared cordial all right, but they made so many mysterious side remarks that he was supposed not to hear that it made him nervous. They all sat down to the dinner ta ble, and before the meal had pro gressed very far he caught the hos tess whispering to the children. “F. H. 8.,” she said. , The visitor didn’t know what to think of it. He was further mystified after a little while when the hostess whispered to the children : “M. I. K.” This happened while a plate of something was being passed at the table. Everybody, children and all, helped themselves liberally. This mysticism continued through out the evening, and the guest went home still wondering about it. A few days later he found out what it all meant. When the mother whispered “F. H. B.” she meant “family hold back,” because the arti cle of food then being served was somewhat scarce and she was afraid the supply would run out. The “M. I. K.” meant “more in the kitchen” and was a signal that the members of the family might partake liberally of whatever it referred to. — Boston Her ald. 1 “Dad,” said the white faced lad, “how many cigars does it take to hurt \ a boy?” “How many have you smoked?” “One.” “That’s the number,” said dad,and ! taking down the strap from behind : the door, he soon convinced the boy ; that he was right. l “I have been taking some moving pictures of life on your farm.” ; “Did you ketch the hired man in t motion?” : “I did.” “Ah, Science kin do anything these days.” BERKLEY'S IXDEPEHDXXCX. * Barkley determined to be indepen dent of barbers, or very nearly inde pendent, at least. He would continue to let them cut his hair occasional ly, but that was all. So he purchased a shaving outfit and made war on bis face. And, though an unbiased judge might have criticised the results, they seemed to satisfy Burkley. But his razor soon became dull. “Better take it to a barber,” coun seled Hawkins. “One really ought tp have two razors and work ’em in shifts, having one sharpened while he Uses the other. ’ ’ “What’ll the barber do to it?” "Strop it.” \ “Can’t I?” i. aHe was going out that evening,. so he left the office about half an hour early. As soon as he reached home he peeled off his coat and vest. Then be hitched the strop to a doorknob and went to work with a will. He felt so confident and self-reliant that he began to whistle. He might be a a bit awkward at it, but he’d put an edge on the thing all right. Just then the razor turned and cut a long gash in the strop. That about ruined the strop, but Burkley believed the razor was sharp enough, anyway. Accordingly he decorated his face with a fine coat of lather and then sliced confidently at the stubble near his right ear. In stantly a pained and astonished ex pression shone from the eyes of Burk ley—the rest of his face, of course, being masked in white. “Je-e-e-e-hosaphat!” he exclaimed. He again began stropping furiously —and again slashed the strop. “Father,” suggested Mrs. B. mild ly, “father used to strop his razor differently.” Burkley had genuine affection for his wife, but he felt that no woman should presume so far as to tell a wo man should presume so far as to tell a man how to do something which was essentially mannish. He treated her suggestion with the silent hauteur it deserved. He kept on stropping, slowly and carefully. He believed he had mastered the art now. Presently he moistened the dry lather on his countenance by adding a fresh coat, and once more started to scrape the bristles away from his ear. But he only started. “Well, I’ll be darned !” he ejacu lated. “Seems to be getting duller all the time.” “Father,” began Mrs. Burkley, “used —” “Confound father !” snapped Burk ley. “Styles have changed since father’s time.” Mrs. Burkley subsided. Burkley resumed his muscle-making exercisp. The strop was now getting a surface Jlfc II Vl—l*, .UtMrlrJflff was still determined. After ten min utes of pore-opening work he heaved a deep sigh of relief. “I’ll bet it’ll do now,” he said. But he tried the edge on his thumb this time. And from the ease with which it almost severed that digit it seemed to be much improved. Mrs. Burkley cried out at sight of the blood. Burkley declared it was noth ing, but Mrs. B. anointed and bound up the wound none the less, and Burk ley began feeling he acted like a brute. That is he did until Mrs. B. ventured ; “I remember hearing father say—” ■ “Well,” snapped Burkley, “what in thunder did father say ?” “He used to say that unless one turned the razor over sort of back wards after each stroke on the strop the edge would be turned.” “What an idiot I am!” groaned Burkley. “I knew that all the time, but didn’t think of it.” Burkley’s hope revived. He might be humbled a bit in the eyes of his wife, but he could still hold up bis bead when he met Hawkins. He clenched his teeth and stropped vi ciously but triumphantly for some minutes. Then he tried the edge — gingerly —on his fingers and —ecsta- sy ! it seemed to be sharp. But when he applied it to his face it still pulled painfully. He turned to Mrs. B. “Myrtle,” he said, “have you any recollection how your father used to tell when a razor was sharp?” “Oh, yes. He used to pull a hair from his head and cut at it.” “That’s right I I’ve seen barbers do that.” Burkley tried to pull a single hair from his scanty crop. He found it rather difficult to separate one from its neighbors. But finally he got hold of what seemed to be just one and jerked. It hurt, but Burkley was game and jerked harder. When it came out he saw that it was six. The razor wouldn’t cut them. Burkley stropped some more, then stopped to try again. The hairs had mysterious ly disappeared, so he had to pull an other one. This time he got four. But still the razor only made them bend double. Burkley faced a dilemma. One thumb was cut, now the other was blistered. He gave up. When Burkley reached the office next morning the first man he ran into was Hawkins, who eyed him critically. “So you got shaved by a barber?” remarked Hawkins. Burkley didn’t ask Hawkins how he knew. He merely meekly nodded. “I’ll bet I do sharpen the thing, though,” he added, “ as soon as my thumbs get well.” But Mrs. B. is going to try to have the razor shatpened surreptitiously. She fears otherwise Burkley may pluck himself baldheaded. “What was the first thing the Children of Israel did after they came through the Red Sea?” asked a Sun day-school teacher. “I 'spect they dried themselves, ’ ’ answered the small boy. Some unhappy person has said Lot’s wife would not have looked back but a woman in a new dress passed her, and she wanted to see if the back breadth was ruffled. A WRECK OX THE ROAD. “I just dropped in to tell you that the coroner’s jury has exonerated you from all blame for the wreck. They are going to hold the block tower man.” The old engineer turned his pain drawn face toward me. A white cap ped nurse gently brushed back the wild hairs from his forehead. “Thank you, miss,” he said, “and you, too, sir, for the good news. I knew they couldn't blame it on me, because it was white at Mentor. Poor Denny, he’d tell you so, too, if he was alive. ‘All white!’ he shouted when we came round the curve, and I gave him the answer, ‘All white !’ and pulled her wide open. Then we struck the empties on the siding and —well, you know the rest.” He wiped a trembling hand across his eyes as if-trying to hlot outapmehor rible vision. His eyes began to sparkle and a bit of color flushed into his pale cheeks. “I suppose you fellows think I opened her up and went into those boxes just for fun.” A smile flitted over his lips and then he grew serious. “Say, did it ever come to your mind that an engineer might be as anxious about his own life as be is about the lives of those who are riding behind him ? My wife and little one —don’t you suppose my life counts for something with them? “Did you ever stop to think what a collision like that at Mentor means to the engineer? Just try to figure your self in his place. He rides in four square feet of cab room, surrounded by a mass of levers, rods and the like. Ahead of him is about three miles of boiler pipe, carrying 200 pounds of steam pressure and enough hot to cook the meat off his bones in a jiffy. Clattering at his back is 6,060 gallons of water and 26,000 pounds of coal. Under him is 200,000 pounds of engine, and behind there is 600,000 pounds of train. Altogether he is running along ahead of 800,000 pounds of steel, hardwood and brass held to an eighty-pound rail by three quarters of an inch of wheel flange. “Why, when one of those big Rus sian battleships fired a broadside at the Japanese the whole thing amount ed only to 24,000 pounds, so the pa pers say. And that 24,000 pounds traveling eight miles a minute would strike a Japanese ship eight miles away with an impact only one-tenth of the force we hit the empties at Mentor. “Of course I was the engineer and they depended on me. There is al ways a lot of fine talk about engineers having the lives of several hundred passengers in their hands. That’s all very true, but you don’t want to overlook the fact that the engineer's lif* ricrVit Inner with the ntWc We all take chances, the train crew as well as the passengers, only our chances are slimmer. I had one chance in 500 of being killed, or one in twenty-five of getting right where I am now, but a passenger on the train had one chance in about 3,000,000 of being killed and one in 130,000 of being hurt. “I see that a lot of people were killed and a whole lot more hurt. I don’t want to be a grumbler, but it appears to me that you fellows have kinder overlooked the fact that both of my legs are gone. Of course that might not mean much to you, but if you realized, as I do, that for the rest of my life it is going to be my job to hobble out into the middle of some country road and wave a white flag as every train goes by —if you could re alize what that means to an engineer —to hear the mocking toot of the whistle as she comes up to the cross ing and to see the sympathetic salute of the engineer and fireman as they go flying by—l tell you, my boy, there are some things worse than physical pain.” His eyes filled with tears. The nurse gently wiped them away and softly stroked back the hair. “I wouldn’t talk any more now,” she said. “All right, miss,” he replied, put ting out his hand to me. “I always obey orders.” — N. Y. Tribune. HOW TO KXOW A HAD DOG. Hydrophobia is in reality so rare and so terrifying that its symptoms and treatment are little understood. As a matter of fact, the commonly accepted expression of madness in a dog is often misleading. The real mad dog does not shun water, as it is said. On the contrary, mad dogs often rush to the water and drink it eagerly, if they are able Jo swallow. The mad dog does not froth at the mouth. It does not run amuck, snap ping at everything in its path. What, then, are the indications of the mad dog ? To those familiar with a given dog the surest symptom and the one which should excite closest attention is a distinct and unaccountable change in the dog’s disposition—a staid dog becoming excitable and a frisky one dull. That condition does not neces sarily mean rabies, but it is suspicious, and if in addition the dog has trouble in swallowing —as though it seemed to have a bone in its throat —beware ! That dog should be instantly tied up, because if it be rabies it takes but a day or two for ferocious instincts to develop. The unmistakable evidence, however, of a dog with rabies is the sticky, whitish saliva which covers the teeth and shows on the drawn lips. The eyes glare and are red; the dog has paroxysms of running fury, during which it barks hoarsely, which alternate with periods of tem porary exhaustion. — Outing . He was a kindly old clergyman and he hated to have to suspect the honesty of his tradesmen. But at last it was impossible to ignore the quality of the milk, and he approached the milk man. “I merely wish to remark,” said the good man in his kindliest, mildest manner, “that I require milk for dietary purposes, and not for use at christenings.” TOXXY. BT MABKLLE C. CLAPP. If you meet a little bare-footed lad, Whistling a tune that is merry and glad. With an old straw hat pushed back on his head. With his lips all stained with the strawberries red That grow on the five-acre lot, with eyes That are blue as the bluest of April skies. With a mite of a nose that is upward turned. And oheeks by the sun's fierce kisses burned— That’s Tommy. If you want to know where the Mayflowers hide 'Neath the dry, dead leaves in the glad springtide. Where the violets dance 'neath the pine tree brown. Or Jack Frost shakes the first chestnuts down; Where the trout bite best,or the wild grapes grow In purple clusters hanging low. Where the coast is longest, the ice most clear. When the happy holiday time draws near. Ask Tommy. With hands thrust deep in his pockets small He trudges away when the cow-bells call; Father’s "right hand man’’ he is called at home. Though he’ll not be eight till the snowflakes come, And mother smiles over the work that would be Both hard and wearisome, were not he Ready and willing on errands to run From the peep of the dawn to the set of the sun; Dear Tommy. When the blue-birds- are crooning a low good- AnA the haycocks have put on their night-caps I When the purple shadows enfold the hills. And down in tne meadows the whippoorwills Lift up their voices, a tired boy Creeps into the arms that know no joy Like holding him. and fond lips press The tangled curls, as they say, "God bless Our Tommy I’’ TIXE TO DO GOOD. A little east side stationary and newspaper shop in New York city is the pulpit from which four young men have been preaching an excellent sermon. The proprietor of the shop is a vet eran of the Civil War. The four young men were regular customers and so had become bis friends. One of them was an electrician, one woric ed in a hotel, another was a drafts man and the fourth a law clerk. One day last summer the electrician found the little shop closed when he called for his morning paper. It was still closed when the draftsman and his brother, the law clerk, called a lit tle later. Inquiry of the family that lived overhead brought out the fact that the old man had not been feel ing well the day before and had com plained of pain in his chest. That night the four young men made furthur inquiries. They found that the old soldier was down with typhoid pneumonia and had been tak en to St. Luke’s hospital. They knew he was poor and wholly depen dent on his little business. If the shop remained closed, not only would he have no income while he was away, but his regular customers would go elsewhere, and their trade might nev er be regained. So the young men determined to carry on the business. They were all poor and had plenty to do, but they arranged their own work as they could and divided the day into periods. Then each gave part of his time, and so the shop was kept open all the day. The task was not accomplished without self-sacrifice. It meant long l- -—— Lmv/law nn**ly (nr oil aI the four and for two of them the giv ing up of a vacation for which much had been planned and from which much was anticipated. Nevertheless each of them did his part without complaining. It is one of the beautiful things in life, that a deed of this kind seldom passes unnoticed. The young men said nothing about it but the story of of what they were doing noised about. Everybody in the neighborhood be came interested, and everybody want ed to help. People who had never traded at the little shop before brought their custom there now to encourage the young men, and some of them were always in too much of a hurry for a downtown car to bother with change for a nickle, so the receipts, instead of falling off, increased. The old man had a long siege of it. When he was finally discharged, in stead of finding his little shop closed and his business gone, he found it open and a bigger trade than he had ever had. How would it have been if the four young men had merely contented themselves with wishing that they were rich enough to help the old man ? Youth's Companion . ODR GIRLS. It should be the aim of all to give the girls just as broad a business ed ucation as the boys. It makes them capable of taking care of the family, if such respdftsibilities are placed upon them; it broadens their ideas and makes them nobler and better. Girls, as a rule, are fully as clear minded as boys when young, but if, as is the common practice, the girls are brought up to do nothing, to think but little except of dress and amusements, they fall far behind the young man, at the age of 20, in mental ability. Whafis needed is, that at home and at school, they be taught that to shine in social circles or to roll in wealth is not the highest aim of womanhood. But let them be taught to make a home joyful and happy, and yet be prepared, if necessary, for life’s bit terest struggles. Let them under stand thoroughly the details of every day life, the value of all kinds of commodities used daily, how to make a check, draft, note and receipt. Let them be told the truth about them selves and about the world. They should know something about the snares and pitfalls that beset them, be thoroughly impressed with the fact that on themselves, in a large de gree, depends the success of the men, they marry. Let them know how to cook, giving them a thorough course in the kitchen. Let them begin where their mothers left off, and we shall have a generation of girls strong, hopeful, ambitious and self-reliant, that will elevate the men, and make a hardier and more aggressive people, and thousands of firesides happier and better. “Doctor, my daughter seems to be going blind, and she’s just getting ready for her wedding, too ! Oh, dear me, what is to be done ?” ' ‘Let her go right on with the wedding, madam, by all means. If anything can open her eyes marriage will.” Manners carry the world for a moment, character all the time. ESTABLISHED 1850. IX THE GRAXD fZAXD. Shortly after Bob and Nellie be came engaged Nellie insisted on going to a ball game. “I just dote on baseball,” she told Bob. “Rather sudden, isn’t it?” asked Bob, who liked to sit on the bleachers, where he could see better and seats were cheaper. When a fellow is en gaged to be married he’d better be counting up the cost of everything— even baseball games. “But you know, Bob, now that we’re engaged and know we’re going to live with each other all our lives, I must take an interest in the things which interest you.” Now, wasn’t that nice of Nellie? So they went to the game and sat in the grand stand. “What’s that?” asked Nellie,as a batter popped up a little fly bade of thocateW .. '' - “That’s a foul,” said Bob. “A foul ? Oh, my. And what’s that thing he’s pounding with his bat?” “That’sthe plate—the home plate. ’ ’ “Oh, Bob, what did he do then?” And Nellie clapped her hands joyous ly, as she saw the other ladies do. “He pounded out a fly,” said Bob. “Baseball reminds me of the kitch en. I’m so glad I came.” “The kitchen?” “Yes—the batter, the fouls, the plate and the flies.” “Oh, Lord !” sighed Bob. “Try to become interested in the real points of the game, dear. Keep your eye on the diamond.” “The—diamond ?” Nellie’s eyes sought her left hand. “You—you didn’t give me one, Bob —nothing but a plain gold band.” Bob kicked himself and wished he’d left Nellie at home. “Watch the struggle now, Nell; keep track of the hits, see how the men go out, and, finally, the difficulty some of them have in getting home.” “Oh, Bob, that’s just like marriage, isn’t it?” “What?” “Why, the men going out and the —the difficulty in getting home.” “Say, I’m tired of this game ; it’s no good,” said Bob. “Let’s go.” And all the way back to town Nel lie was wondering why he looked so sour.— Chicago Recot d-Herald. GOT EVEX WITH SHARPER. “I came back on the same boat with Charles W. Morse,” said a Chicagoan to the Washington Star man. “In a talk about finance, over a bridge game one afternoon, Mr. Morse told us a story of sharp practice. “He said there was a coach that used to run between Nola Chucky and Paint Rock, a matter of some forty miles. For lunch the coach Stopped ai It ttttn-wnj uuusc 1U A 111 Can, and here a good 50-cent meal was put out —cake and pie, coffee and tea, and all the cold meats you could mention. “But the landlord of the half-way house had a mean little secret dicker with the driver, whereby as soon as the travelers had paid for their lunch and got fairly settled to it, a call would come for an immediate start. So off they’d all go, grumbling. They’d have paid for 50 cents’ worth of food and only eaten, you see, about 5 cents’ worth. “But along came one day a traveler with a sharp, bright eye. The land lord found this chap, some ten minutes after the coach had started on again, still tucking in pie and ham at a ter rible rate. “ ‘Why, man,’ he said, ‘you’ve let the coach go without you.’ “ ‘I know it,’ said the traveler, calmly. ‘I was too blessed hungry to stop eating. ‘ ‘Suddenly the landlord’s face paled. “‘Good gracious!” he said, ‘all my silver’s gone.’ “It was, too. Not a knife, fork or spoon was left, except the sharp eyed man’s. “He said, as he kept on eating, that he had noticed a suspicious-look ing character among the passengers— “ a man with a red beard, a bump aud a limp—oh, very suspicious. “The landlord sent a hostler on a swift motocycle off to overtake the coach and bring it back. “Well, in about forty minutes the coach returned. Then the sharp eyed man came forth, wiping his mouth. But he made no effort to identify the suspicious-looking pas senger. Instead he got aboard the coach, took his seat and said cooly : “ Thanks, landlord, for the good food. You’ll find the spoons and things in the coffee pot. Now,driver, off we go ag’ia.’ ” —_ PEBfiareiT. A middle aged man stopped at the postoffice and asked if there was any thing for the Wises. “No, there is not,” said the man at the window. “Anything for Jane Wise?” “No.” “Anything for Mary Wise?” “No.” “Anything for Terry?” “No. Nor for Pat, nor for Dennis, nor Pete, nor Matt, nor Edward Wise. There is nothing for any Wise, dead, living or unborn, native or foreign, civilized or savage, male or female, black or white, franchised or disfranchised. No; there is positive ly nothing for any of the Wises, either individually, collectively, severally, now and forever, one and insepara ble.” The little man on the outside of the window looked amazed, and then in a subdued but persuasive voice, said, “Please look and see if there is any thing for Ikey Wise.” Weary—Sonnie, do you like pie? Sonnie —Yes, sir. Weary—Den run in an’ ask yer ma for one an’ I’ll give yousea piece. The neighbors may know what you have got, but what they don’t always know is how you got it.