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White Pine News.
BUY, NEVADA.
England lias a breakfast food prob
lem, too.
It’s a wonder the professional thieves
don't organize a steal trust.
A contemporary contend* that If a
young cow la a calf, a young horse Is
a half. Why not?
War lietween South American repu
lies Is always useful In relieving the
eimul between revolutions.
Bigamist Mills says that the way to
win a woman Is to play on her vanity.
Who would ever have suspected It?
All the Joys of Heaven and all the
turmeiils of the other place He within
the small circumference of a wedding
. ring.
Macedonia has discovered, after ap
pealing pretty generally ull around,
ihat It can get freedom only by lighting
. for it.
King Edward's speech at the close
of the British Parliament was one of
the lust ever written by his private
secretary.
A company of Chicagoans Is going
to work tbe Brazilian diamond fields
If the Glass Trust doe* not get out an
Injunction.
One of the latest songs Is called “I i
Can Hear the Angels Calling It is
written by a traveling salesman for an
undertakers' supply house.
As society has demonstrated that It
Is not strong enough to suppress the
toy pistol the only thing left to do was
to discover a cure for lockjaw.
Won't that magnetic pole they have
discovered in the nelghliorhood of
Skagway do Just as well as the north
pole? 'Twould save h heap of trouble
If it would.
General Greely Is pretty sure to do
more for his country by laying cables
In Alaska than thnt other arctic ex
plorer. Lieutenant Peary, will by mak
ing traekj toward the north i>ole.
Uncle Sam's Income is over $2,000,
(100 a day. which Is somewhat larger
than Mr. Rockefeller's income. But
Mr. Rockefeller's percentage of profit
Is greater than Uncle Sam's. He has
less competition.
It took an 11-year-old Chicago boy
Just one week to find out that all the
Indians in Nebraska had been killed
off before he got there. Then he was
ready to come home. Businesslike
methods in matters like this are al
ways encouraging.
It Is a crazy world. It permits a
man to he proud of his ancestry, his
tRlcnt, his Industry, his achievements,
or his wife. But when he likes the fit
of his nose or the breadth of Ills shoul
ders this same world Immediately con
victs him of vanity and sneers at him
forever after.
It will astonish not a few people to
be told that the most valuable of
our crops, excepting only corn, wheat
and hay, Is eggs. The lay of the
American hen Is worth about $300,
000,000 a year. A11 the cattle and hogs
slaughtered In the country are worth
less, and bo Is the country's total yield
of both gold and silver.
Long range "candldatlng" with a
happy result Is reported by the Jewish
Chronicle. Hungarian Jews In Chi
cago wrote to their native land, and
asked to have an orthodox rabbi, ablu
to preach to them In their own tongue,
recommended to them. The recom
mended candidate took his best dis
courses. and talked them Into a phon
ograph. When the records were re
produced In Chicago the preacher was
chosen, and a handsome salary was
voted to him.
Twenty-live years ago college stu
dents cultivated the hair on their faces
more than do the students of to-day.
A picture of the-Columbia College boat
crew which won the Henley challenge
cup In 1878 discloses the fact that
not one of the young men had a
smooth face. Two of them wore mus
taches, two mustaches and slde-whlsk
ers, and one had slde-whlskers only.
The present-day student cultivates the
hair on the top of his head, but leaves
his Jaw and mouth unencumbered for
the college yell.
Old folks who tell us that “the sea
sons are changing” seem to be sus
tained, to a certain extent, by two
English scientists who have recently
debated the question. Mr. Macdowell.
of the Royal Meteorological Society,
says we are probably entering on a
period of wetter weather, which will
reach Its height about 1911. Doctor
Lockyer, the astronomer, has arrived
at the same result In another way. by
connecting the weather with sun-spots,
but his prognostication is even more
depressing, for he believe® the “cli
max of the wet period" will not come
until the year 1913. The man who
does not know enough to go In when
It rains will need to take care that no
body borrows Ills umbrella.
Here Is a pointer, young man: The
Western Electric Company, of Cbl
cago, has lasted notices against cer
tain Immoral practices of Its employes,
among which are these: Excessive use
of liquor and cigarettes. All forms
of gambling. "Playing the racea.”
Those who violate the warning will be
discharged. Officer* of the company
have become alarmed at the preval
ence of the gambling fever among the
young men, especially the desire to
“play the races.” Employes are not
only ruining themselves but are les
sening their value to the company.
This company employ* more than a
thousand young men. pays high snlnr
les, give* large opportunities and de
mands efficiency. Its action Is not
that of a moral crusade. It is strictly
! business. The company demands ant
Isfaetnry service, Dissipation inter
feres with efficiency. Therefore, elder
tlie dissipation or the dissipated must
go. And there are Olliers requiring
the same high standard of personal
moral*—railroads, eoinmerrlnl enter
prises of nil sorts. At every boost
of modern business methods decency
goes higher.
IVbat is the farmer going tb do fot
farm help? Tlie complaint of u scarci
ty of elHclent agricultural laborers
comes from all parts of the country.
The farm hands of the old days are
gone. The cities have absorbed them.
Even tlie South, with its millions «f
stalwart negroes, is complaining. Tlie
negroes, under present conditions, are
not efficient agricultural workers as a
rule, the Southerners say. The Jack
sonville Tlmes-l’nlon estimates that
there is about one negro In a hundred
who Is a first-class farm laborer. The
only way out of the Southern farmers'
labor trouble, according to this paper.
Is for the farmer to make ail the use
lie can of tills rare negro and teaeli
him to handle labor-saving machinery.
Iliiis doing with the efficient negro In
borer what the Western farmer accom
plishes with the hands that stray his
way. Of course, the greater part of
farm labor In the South Is furnished
by tlie negroes, but It is claimed that
it is not efficient labor. The negroes
love the city, and more smi more they
leave the country for it. Tlie Rich
inond Times I ilspntcli says that it
knows of three counties In Virginia
where all the work on the farms is
performed by the owners and ilielr
sons, with the occasional aid of a
hired man engaged In the neighbor
hood. Then. loo. there is a growing
demand for negro labor in unskilled
work in tlie cities. Our Immigration
laws keep out some classes of foreign
ers that would make good agricultural
la Morti s. The farmers of California
would have no trouble In getting good
Chinese labor in abundance If it wer
not for the Chinese exclusion act.
Their operations are greatly restricted
and often their fruit crop is not gath
ered in full because they cannot get
white labor at any price—and of
course there is a limit to what can bo
profitably paid for agricultural labor.
Much could be done toward making
conditions better if the 800,000 foreign
ers who nmmnlly come to our shores
could be directed to tlie country ami
kept from the city. A large part of
them nre of the peasant class, and
would make excellent farm laborers if
they would not insist on going to the
cities. One reason why the Northwest
fares as relatively well ns It docs in
respect to farm labor is that a large
proportion of the Scandinavians who
emigrate to this country go directly to
the numerous settlements of tlielr peo
pie In that part of the country. If
we are to continue to permit hordes of
aliens to enter our country, have we
not tlie right to take a hand In plucing
them? Would It not be better for them
and for us If they are paternally taken
In charge when they arrive In this
country and sent where they nre need
ed, where they can do good and re
ceive good?
ROYAL RULERS OF JAPAN,
Present Reianlntt House Hates Hack
Many Hundreds of Years,
Turning our passing attention to the
Ottoman empire, we see a hapless
sovereign there, sitting on the im
perial throne omnipotent. In reality
the sultan is u mere puppet with a
presumptuous Imnmate over his tur
bo tied bead.
See how he solemnly scratches his
aching head. The czar, wiiose will
lias bech conjectured as tlie law of
the Russian empire, Is by no means
such a mighty monarch. Hcyond his
court Ills 'long arms," which are com
monly said in lie capable of reaching
up to the heavens, cannot be extend
ed, Ids government being tangled up
In a network of bureaucracy.
The arrogant spirit of the kaiser's
quick-blooded puerility seems to In
toxicate him so much Unit he has
often abused his sovereign right, act
ing in defiance of the will of his peo
ple. The army Is the only tool as
well as the only shield of his court.
Beware, n wise man would have said,
of a careless boy holding a sword
in his linnd.
Unlike tlie life and conditions of
tlie sovereigns epitomized above, Ills
majesty, Mutsubito, or “mperor. ami
Edward VII, king of Great Britain,
are the two ideal prototypes of the
constitutional sovereign. Seated firm
ly ns they are in tlie hearts of Ilielr
subjects, who should be surprised ut
ilielr ever-growing glory and popular
ity ?
The mikado it of the long and un
broken line of 120 ancestors who sat
before him on tile throne, which was
sot up 000 years before the Christian
ern. Just think of it! The oldest of
the royal fnmilies in Europe is that
of Capet, which, however, is compara
tively young, us it dates no further
back Ilian to the ninth century. And
it remains now in the Parisian so
ciety as a rare relic of a bygone royal
family. The Savoy, the Brunswick,
the Baden and so forth, go back only
to the eleventh century. But our im
perial line, as already mentioned,
started long before the battle of Mara
thon was recorded, long before tlie
songs of Homer were recited. Since
then no foreign conqueror ever sat
foot on the soil of Japan.—N’iroku,
Japan, Bliinpo.
City in a Crater.
In Japan, thirty miles or so frojn
Kumanotu, some 20,UOO men, women
and children are permanently resident
In tlie crater of an extinct volcano. In
tills pit-like city, surrounded by a ver
tical wall more than sou feet high,
the entire community lives, moves and
has Its being. Barely, Indeed, does one
of its members make a journey into
the outer world, and they are not often
Intruded upon, for they are of a churl
ish, not to say vengeful, disposition.
A lover may think u day an eter
nity when he doesn’t see Her, but It
isn't lialf 88 long as the hour she
leaves him alone with the baby uftvr
they are married.
A daughter’s chaperonage of her
bereft father begins on the way back
from her mother's funeral.
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| FAVORITES :
Silvor Threads Among the Gold.
Darling I nm growing old—
Silver threads among the gold
Shine upon my brow to-day—
Life is fading fast away;
But, my darling, you will be
Always young and fair to me!
CHORUS.
Darling, I nm growing old—
Silver threads among the gold
Shine upon my brow to-day—
Life is fading fast away.
When your hair is silver white
And your cheeks uo longer bright
With the roses of the May
1 will kiss your lips, and say:
Oh! my darling, mine alone.
You have never older grown.
Love can never more grow old;
Locks may lose their brown and gold.
Cheeks may fade and hollow grow,
But the hearts that love will know
Never winter's frost and chill;
Summer warmth Is in them still—
Love is always young and fair,
What to us is silver hair,
Faded cheeks or steps grown slow,
To the heart that beats below?
Since I kissed you, mine alone,
You have never older grown.
—Eben E. Hex ford.
The Star.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How 1 wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
When the blazing sun is gone.
When he nothing shines upon.
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Then the traveler in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.
In the* dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye
Till the sun is in the sky.
As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the traveler in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
—Jane Taylor.
LIFE IN ENGLISH VILLAGES.
It Is Not the Idyllic Korin that Po
ets Slog About.
"I know n village where there are
no fewer than thirty cottages with
hut one bedroom apiece, and in each
of these single bedrooms six, seven and
more people are sleeping,” says A.
Mouteflore-Bruce, writing In the Lon
don Mall about life in the average
English village, “In one of them,
father, mother and eight children hud
dled together. In another, father,
mother and six children—three of
whom are grown up—are sleeping. In
these cottages there is one living room
downstairs and no sanitary arrange
ment of any kind. At the back of the
cottages runs an open ditch. It Is also
an open sewer.
‘ Here, In the very heart of the coun
try, I expect to find abundance of
pure water, abundance of sweet air.
Too often I find neither about the
cottuges. Hundreds of villages have
no water supply, though a compara
tively small expenditure could provide
it. I know a village—it Is typical of
hundreds—where the cottagers have to
go half a mile to get water. A foul
ditch furnishes another village with
the whole of its water supply. Offens
ive refuse heaps lie plied round the
crumbling walls of the eottnges. The
wooden floors without are rotten with
sewage.
“Norfolk, Suffolk and Essex contain
ranny such villages, and other coun
ties—such as Bedford, Cambridge
shire, Wiltshire, Dorset, Somerset—
easily vie with them. I could write
of lonely cottages far across the fields,
with no water within a mile, whence
the children morning after morning
wulk two miles to school, and drag
their tired limbs that distance back
again at night—and this whatever the
weather; wbeTe the postal service
comes but once a week; where the
men and bojs walk daily live or six
miles to and from work; where of
drainage there Is none: where of the
simplest sanitation there Is noue;»
where the medical officer of health/
comes not, and where the Inspector of
nuisances Is unknown."
GLOVES MADE OF RAT SKIN.
Hide of Rodcuts Too sjuall for Even
the Child'* Size.
A report comes from Copenhagen
that a great rat hunt has been organ
ized there and that the skins of many
thousands of the victims are to be
used In making gloves. If the rat
hunters In the Danish capital cherish
any such hopes they are doomed to
disappointment, says the Pall Mall Ga
zette. Rat skins cannot be mado into
gloves fit for commerce. The belief
that n valuable raw material Is being
neglected here survives only In the
minds of the Inexpert. The glove
maker knows much better. A Norwe
gian merchant once came to England
and Informed a well-known glove
maker that he had collected over 100,
000 rat skins and was prepared to re
ceive offers for them. He was fully
convinced that the skins were suitable
for glovemaking. But the manufact
urer found that the largest skin wna
only some six Inches long and he held
up a kid skin for the smallest size
of glove, n child’s, which was eight
Inches long, and asked how he was to
cut such a glove out of rat skin.
Then he took up tile smallest kid
skill for a lady’s glove, eleven Inches
long, and when he asked how that was
to he cut out of a rat skin the Norwe
gian merchaut laughed at the Idea and
weut away disappointed. The beat
offer he got for those skins, which he
had collected with so much care, was
ft shillings a hundredweight from n
man who was willing to tioll them
down for glue.
A famous glovemaking firm baa a
collection of curiosities relating to the
trndo, and one of them ts the largest
pair of gloves ever made out of u
1 rat skin. The belief that such sklus
could bp made Into gloves was laid
before tho managers so confidentially
that they resolved to pat It to the trial,
and they ordered n number of the
skins of the Inrgest rats which could
be found In Grimsby. But tlie rat Is
a fighting animal, and bears the marks
of many battles on his body, and It
was found that the skins were so
scarred and torn that It was with the
utmost dlfllculty thnt perfect piece
large enough for the purpose could be
obtained. In the end. after ten skins
had keen used, a pair of gloves was
cut and made, and they are retained
In the collection to this day. But they
are so smalt that they would tit only
the smallest of small boys. Thus It
was shown that however cheaply rn;
sklus might be obtained they would
offer no advantages to tlie glovemaker.
The rabbit skin is equally useless for
this purpose, and humane people may
also dismiss from tlieir minds the fear
(hat the skins of pet dogs are made
Into gloves. The dogskin glove of
which we user! to hear is made out of
the skin of the Cape goat.
WIT BUBBLES IN TOASTS
Some Humorous Sentiments Pithily
KxpreitBeil at Ktitiquetn
A publisher once gave the following:
••Woman, the fairest work In all crea
tion. The (dition Is large and no tnau
should be without a copy."
This is fairly seconded by a youth
who, giving his distant sweetheart,
suid: '‘Delectable dear, so sweet that
honey would blush in her presence and
treacle stand appalled."
Further, In regard to tlie fair sex,
we have: “Woman, she needs no eu
logy; she speaks for herself." ‘'Wo
man. tlie hitter half of man."
In regard to matrimony some bache
lor once gave: “Marriage, the gate
through which the happy lover leaves
Ills enchanted ground and returns to
earth.”
At the marriage of a deaf and dumb
couple some wit wished them "un
speakable bliss.”
At a supper given to a writer of
comedies a wag said: "The writer’s
very good health. May he live to be as
old as his Jokes."
From a law critic: “The bench and
the bar. If It were not for the bar
there would he little use for the bench."
A celebrated statesman, while din
ing with a duchess on her eightieth
birthday. In proposing her health, said
“May you live, my lady duchess, un
til you begin to grow ugly.”
“I thank you, sir,” she said, “and
may you long continue your taste fur
antiquities.”—London Tit Bits,
A Triple Tragedy.
An Indian from the Flambeau reser
vation in northern Wisconsin recently
came Into the fishing resort of Squaw
Lake with a curiosity In the way of
deer horns he wished to sell. Falling
to make a sale, he took the horns hack
to the reservation. The Montreal Wit
ness describes ills treasure ns three
sets of antlers Inextricably Interlocked.
Two sets of autlers so locked are ran.
hut not unknown. It Is believed that
the Flambeau t’hlppewa has the only
set of three-locked antlers In the world
Tlie accident could have happened
only in one way. Two bucks of equal
strength were lighting In the forest
and became locked. Then, while they
were still struggling, a third buck ap
peared and charged them both, prob
ably repeatedly, until his own horns
became fastened.
The Indian says he found the horns
north of Flambeau Lake, about n mile
from the water. They were lying on
the side of n hill, aud there were no
bones near them. The condition of the
horns proved that tlie fight occurred
not more than two years ago. The
antlers were all of full-grown bucks,
showing eight and ten points each.
The third pair hnd luen driven Into
the others Just above when- they were
Joined, and the branches of them were
shout equally 1 eked with the branches
of the others.
They were not broken or chipped In
any way, which seems to Indicate that
when the third buck had made his last
charge he was fastened so firmly that
there was no room for any one of his
points to play In the forks of tlie oth
ers. Indeed, all the horns were so
stoutly Joined that they could not he
moved at all. They are as rigid as If
molded In that fashion from steel.
Roman Bricks.
The rebuilding of the campanile In
Venice has begun. It Is expected thnt
the structure will be finished by lOOtl.
Although tlie fall of the tower was a
deplorable loss, some good attended
It In the opportunity It gave ncheolo
gists to examine the bricks.
It was found thnt the bricks had
hen used In arches, fortifications, the
tops of walls and In other ways before
they were built Into the campanile, and
that they nre not Venetian but Homan
bricks.
The ancient bricks were made In
slice*, for In many the layers could he
seen undisturbed. It Is said that
brick* made this way can bear n
greater weight than modern bricks.
The bricks examined were of the
first century. One of them bore tlie
imprint of a horseshoe, which may
prove that the Romans used a horse
shoe lll^ours, although It Is’gener
ally beWed that their horseshoes
were stepped on, not nailed.
The Art of Listening.
There Is a grace of kind listening
as well as a grace of kind speaking.
Since men listen with an abstracted
air which shows that their tbougiU
are elsewhere, or they seem to listen,
but by wide answers nnd Irrelevant
question* show that they have been
occupied with their own thoughts ns
being more Interesting, at least In
their own estimation, than what you
tiave been saying. Some interrupt aud
will not hear you to the end. Sonic
hear you to the end, aud forthwith be
gin to talk to you about a similar ex
perience which has befallen them
selves, making your case only an Illus
tration of their own. Some, mean
lug to he kind, listen with such a de
termined, lively, violent atention, that
you are at ouce made uncomfortable
and the charm of conversation Is at an
end. Many persons whose manners
will stund the test of speaking break
down under the trial of listening.
It will ruin any man to he hen
, pecked. We never knew such a man
to amount to anything.
I THE NEW MINISTER, j
♦ .. IIHtttUMMMM
WHAT do you think. Aunt Vio
let? TIip new minister Is com
ing to-night!”
Miriam Blake and her cousin, Kffle
Towers, burst Into tile quiet old-fash
lotted sitting-room like twin gales of
wind so fresh niul midden and Inspirit
ing were they.
It was n very cheerful apartment
with the crimson carpet flooded with
October sunshine, the canary singing
from Ills cage niuong tho geraniums In
the window seat, and a bright wood
fire crackling from tho most burnish
ed of brass undtorns on the hearth—
for Aunt Violet loved an open lire,
and adhered to if through all the mod
ern innovations.
She was a woman past thirty, yet
very pretty witlial—a woman whose
type of face Hud form would always
remain youthful. Brown hair, with
rippling lights of gold upon its sur
face; blue gray eyes, bu#' and shaded
with long lashes; a complexion where
(lie fresh white and red betokened
perfect health and a smiling, cherry
red. melting mouth, whose smiles be
trayed a singularly regular set of
teetli -Miss Violet Brown was perhaps
quite as attractive In her mature wo
manhood as she bad been In her fresh
er gill-days.
"To-night?” said Aunt Violet. "And
Is the parsonage all in readiness?”
"All prepared, I believe. And what
do you think. Aunt Violet,” went on
Miriam, with girlish eagerness, "of
old Mrs. Marsh going there with her
two daughters to prepare tea, and
make It 'sort o' huin-llke,’ ns she says,
for him the first night?”
And Violet smiled over her crochet.
"Why,” struck In Kffle Towers, “the
Marsh girls are ns old as the hills.”
“Not quite as old as the hills," said
Aunt Violet, quietly. “Sarah Marsh
Is about my age, and Mehltable can
not be mure than a year or two older."
"Ob, Aunt Violet!" said Kffle, coax
lngly, stealing both arms around Miss
Brown's slender waist, "nobody ever
thinks of your being old!"
"It's an Indisputable fact neverthe
less," said Aunt Violet, serenely.
"Aunt Violet,” said Miriam sudden
ly, ns she sat looking her aunt full In
the face, "how I wish Mr. Smith
would fall In love with you!"
Aunt Violet shrugged her shoulders, J
"Aly dear child, lsu't Brown a suffl- ,
cleutly common cognomen but you
want to change It into the still more
hackneyed name of Smith?"
"I wasn’t thinking of the name.
Aunt Violet- I was only reflecting to
myself what a splendid minister’s wife
yon would make.”
"I shall never make anybody's wife.
Miriam."
""hat nonsense: ejaculated tno
gay girl. “Why, aunty, you are the !
prettiest of our whole set, yet with
your sweet-pea complexion mid those
big Innocent eyes of yours—’’
But liere Kffle Towers Interrupted,
speaking gravely with serious glance.
“I know what makes Aunt Violet I
speak so, Miriam she has had a dls
appointment years nnd years ago."
"Aunty! Did you really?”
” 'Years and years ago,' as Kffle
says, 1 had n lover," returned Aunt
Violet, calmly "And what Interrupted
the current of true love?"
“I was foolish, and wished to test
my power. Clarence, that was his
name, was hasty and impulsive, and
my folly Incensed him. S i we parted."
“Am! Is he married now?”
"1 do not know. I have never seen
nor heard from him since. He was
only spending the summer vacation, n
college student, In our quiet village."
"Wlmt was his Inst name?"
“N'importe, Miriam, do not let ns
disinter any more of the horrid past.
I have told you my folly. See that
you take warning by It."
And none of Miriam Blake's soft
coaxings could win from Aunt Violet
any further confidences.
"You are not nil old maid, darling
aunty," said Miriam, "but Sarah
Marsli Is, and I mean to enter the lists
with her myself to win the new min
Ister's favor. The parsonage would
make h pretty nest for such n bird as
I am, all embowered In roses and
clematis, and full of delicious little
by windows nnd maple-shaded plaz7.es.
1 hope lie's young and good-looking."
“He's Just thirty five," said Kffle,
“for Deacon Alden told nip so."
"Did be say whether be was good
tooking or not?"
“No, be didn't, as If Deacon Alden
cared for his looks."
"Thirty-five- that Is rather old-baeh
elorlsb, but a man isn't totally past
reform at thirty five," observed Mir
iam, pensively. “If Aunt Violet won't
have him I'll try uiy chance.”
“I shall never marry,” gravely re
iterated Aunt Violet, with more serl
ousucss than Miriam's light-jesting
way seemed to call for.
“If that’s the case,” said Miriam,
"I’ll go and rip up the breadths of my
Iliac lawn dress, and have the fluted
ruffles done up. One rnn’t lie too care
ful of one’s advantage of costume at
such a critical time, and 1 know Meblt
• aiile Marsh has got a white dress with
, blue rosebuds all over It.”
“Miriam, what a rattlepate you are,"
said Kffle.
"Don’t I tell you I need a minister
for a husband, Just to sober me
down?"
And with this Parthian arrow of re
tort, Miss Miriam quitted the room,
with Kffle following her.
Presently she came back again, danc
ing merrily Into the room.
“I've found out my future husband's
name."
r. "‘What Is it?”
\ “A decided novelty John Smith.”
.Aunt Violet smiled, and Miriam van
ished once more like a twinkling bit
x-f thistledown.
/ Violet Brown sat gazing Into the
/•oral depths of the bright embers that
laid fallen through the logs on the
hearth. Somehow, spite of her asser
tion of self-reliance and Independence,
she felt very lonely that October after
noon.
j "1 11 go for u walk," U-fcugbt VMlet.
"Perhaps a little exercise will dissi
pate this gathering despondency."
She tied n round lint under her
curls, put on h coquettish scarlet cir
cle, tnsseled with white sill;, which,
according to her loving nieces, "made
her look like a delicious little Red
Hiding lloyd," and went out into the
fresh autumn air. where the woods,
all radiant with gold and crimson
glories, were showering their lenfv tro
phies on the walks below, ns she en
tered their silent aisles.
“Autumn," she thought, sadly, "how
soon it has come upon us! And it is
hut a little while since spring was
here with her dew and roses. My
spring has vanished, too, and unlike
tile sacred sea soil of birds and blos
soms, It will never return to me again.
Helglio! I wonder what I was horn
Into lids world for. 1 don’t seem to
ho of very much use to nnybody."
Violet was thinking thus, a little pen
sively. as she sat on u moss enameled
fallen tree, tapping the drifts of yel
low leaves with the point of her para
sol, and letting Hie fresh, fragrant
wind blow the gold-brown curls hack
from her forehead. She was not think
lug how picturesque was her attitude,
nor how beautiful her face looked in
Its oval clearness, with pink flushes
on cither cheek, but both these filets
struck the perceptions of a tall strang
er carrying n valise in his left hand,
who had just crossed the stile leading
front the main road, and entered the
Illuminated glow of the autumnal
woods.
lie raised his hat with a courteous
''THINKING A LITTLE PENSIVELY,"
tmitiun iis Miss 11 row a started at Ids
advancing footsteps.
“I beg your pardon; I fear I have
unintentionally startled you.”
“Not at all.” Violet looked up earn
estly at Ills face ns she answered.
"Perhaps you ean direct me lo the
shoriest cut across these woods lo
Mlllbnmbury? I am not quite certain
as to my localities.”
"You are on the direct path now,
Clarence Smith.”
lie started, in Ills turn, and gazed
scrutinizing!}- Into hey face,
”1 thought It was familiar to me!"
he exclaimed, ' and now I know II.
Violet! who would have thought of
meeting you here?'.'
Violet Brown trembled like an aspen
leaf, but she strove lo control her
self.
“The world Is full of just such
chance meetings, Clarence."
She laid half turned away, but the
gentleman had put down Ills valise,
and was evidently Inclined not to part
with her so readily.
"Stop, Violet do not go away. My
love! I have so longed to si - you, all
these years. Tell me that you have
not entirely forgotten the past—that
you have still a word of tenderness
for i he wayward lover who (lung away
his brightest cbanf-cs of happiness
long ago! Violet, you were my llrit
love—be m,v last?"
I>u you love me still. Clarence?"
she asked, the blue gray eyes soften
ing to a strangely tender brightness.
"I>o 1 breathe and exist still’; I
tell you, Ylidet. my heart Is like the
century plant which only blossoms
once—and Its blossoming Is In the sun
shine of your love alone."
She was silent- lovelier Ilian ever,
Clarence thought, hi the momentary
Indecision, the shy hesitation of her
manner, as she stood under the old
trees, a gold-tinted leaf drifting down
here and there around her, and her
tremulous hands clasped to hide their
flutter as far as might he.
• Violet, darling! tell me that you
love me."
"1 love you, Clarence!"
There is a (,'nrdeii of Kdcn created
anew for every happy pair of lovers
and Clarence mid Violet stood In
Paradise now!
"But, Clarence," resumed Violet,
when the first all-absorbed words mi l
glances of llielr new happiness had
been exchanged, "1. don't comprehend
this at all. How did you come here?
and how did you know where to tlnd
me?”
"I did not know where to find you,
Violet. Chance lias been my friend
here, and ns for my opportune appear
mice on the scene, it is very easily ac
counted for. I have been called lo
take charge of tlie parish of Mlllhmn
bury."
"Clarence, you are not the new min
ister?”
"But 1 am (lie new minister.''
"Ills name Is John Smith.”
"I beg your pardon, mla amlmn
lt Is John Clarence Smith."
And Violet’s surprise was sufficient
ly amusing lo the reverend gentleman
at her side.
Old Mrs, Beznliol Marsh and her
two elderly, -hard-favored daughters,
had got the parsonage nil ready, even
to lighting the evening lamps on the
study table, mid poking the clear an
thracite fire that burned in the dining
room grate.
Miss Mehetablc hail turned the
tumbler of crimson currant jelly Into
Its cut-gluss dish, mid disposed the
green sprigs of parsley to the most
striking effect round the thinly cut
slices of boiled tongue, while Miss
Sarah made a Leaning Tower of Pisa
of the buttermilk biscuits, and whisk
ed the tiles away from the augar-basln,
in readiness for the expected guest,
and Hite the hero of song, "still he
came not!”
"The kittle's boilin’, ami the tea's
all steeped." said Mrs. Marsh, ns she
sat in the big rocking-chair In front
of the tire. "It'll be spiled If he don't
come pretty soon."
“He’ll be here presently now," said
Miss Mehetable, loosening lier curls
from their confining papers. "Oh, ma!
I wonder If lie'll lie pleased with what
we've done!”
"He can’t help it," said Mrs, Marsh,
mentally congratulating herself on her
double chances of being the minister's
mother-in-law. But the words were
yet on her lips and the triumphant re
flections yet In her mind, when a
knock came softly to the door, and
Miriam Blake entered, rosy with her
long walk through the frosty autumn
twilight.
"Have you heard the news?" asked
Miriam. "I thought I'd come over uml
tell you. The new minister has come."
"Hakes alive!" ejaculated Mrs.
Marsh.
"I don’t b'lleve It,” said Mehetable.
"Oh, but be has for I've seen him.
And you needn't stay here any longer,
for be has concluded (o remain at our
house to-night.”
Mrs. Marsh and her daughters both
stared.
"What an alrtb does it all mean?'’
demanded the elder lady.
"I'll tell you a very, very great se
cret,” cried the delighted Miriam.
“He’s ail old beau of Aunt Violet's,
and the engagement has been renewed,
and tny dear little blue-eyed aunt Is
to be the minister's wife the very next
month that ever dawn upon 11s!”
“Land o’ Goshen!” cried Mrs. Marsh.
"Well 1 never!" said Miss Sarah.
"1 shouldn’t think." venomously com
mented Miss Mehetable, ’’that he'd
want to marry an old maid."
"There are more old maids than 0110
in the world," observed Miriam, phil
osophically. “Ho If you’ll kindly lock
up the room, I’ll take the key hack
to my new uncle-tlmt-is-to-be. 1 bad
thought of setting my cap at the new
minister myself, but I cheerfully yield
the palm to Aunt Violet."
She tripped home, through the dusk,
laughing to herself at the discomfit
ure of the Marsh family. Aunt Violet
and Mr John Smith were sitting
rosily together over the fire when sho
returned, and, ns she passed through
the room, she only paused to throw
her arms around Violet’s neck, and
whisper;
"What do you think now about never
marrying, Aunt Violet?”—The Hearth
stone.
Monkey Discipline.
One of the monkey cages In the
New York ‘‘Zoo’’ contains n mother
monkey and her baby. Nome visitors
one day gave the mother u chocolate
peppermint. She tasted It, smacked
her lips, winked, and put It all Into
her mouth—only to remove It ut once,
and smack and wluk much harder.
After a second she repeated her ex
periment, and again hastily removed
the peppermint.
Once more she put the dainty in her
mouth, lint once more took It out.
Then, with watery eyes, she laid the
candy carefully on the ledge of her
cage, turned her back, walked over
to the opposite side, seized the rails
with both bunds, and gazed out ns If
she had never seen a peppermint.
Meanwhile the baby, who had been
engaged with visitors In a corner, had
returned to the front. Seeing the pep
permint, he picked It up nml tasted
It. Hut his mother’s three expert
uients had left only a nibble for him.
That disposed of, he, too, walked to
the opposite side, seized the rails, and
stood gazing out with the same air of
utter absorption ns his mother's.
Ah soon as the latter had cooled
down she came hack again, and look
ed for the peppermint. Not seeing It,
She swept with one paw all along the
ledge where she had left It, hut In
vain. Suddenly she ran to the baby,
nud twisting his head to /ace herself,
put one hand on each of Ills Jaws,
pulled Ills mouth wide open, stuck her
head In, and gave a tdg sniff. Then
she turned him over and spanked him
soundly.
0 c of Sherlock Holmes' Deductions.
Ccntn Doyle, creator of the famous
detective, Sherlock Homes, was asked
why he did not open a detective agency
and employ Ills shrewd devices In solv
ing the entanglements of others.
"The knots which I have untied
were of my own tying," said the au
thor, tersely. "I'd fall In untying oth
er pel suin' knots."
"Hid you ever make practical use
of your power of deduction? ’
To Ibis ipiery Hie author responded
with;
"No; but on one occasion 1 believe
1 could have (lone so. 1 happened to
step Into a tailoring establishment
where an unattractive Individual was
selecting material for a pnlr of trous
ers. A striped design was recommend
ed. ’Not this. I linve had enough
stripes. I Mill tired of them,' protested
the customer.
"The uuitiner In which llie mnn re
ferred In stripes convinced me that
lie was all ex-convict. To satisfy my
self, 1 visited the prison, examined the
photographs and was gratified to (Inti
my man’s picture In the nltuim."
Diehard's Title.
The use of titles Is becoming more
and more common In the transaction
of corporation business, snys the Elec
trical llevlew. One man of nlTiilra
had this brought to Ills notice the
other day I11 an unusual manner.
lie found on Ills desk a memoran
dum that a certain mnn had called to
see him, and had left word that he
would return later. The Information
was signed, “Itlcbnrd Emerson, O. H.”
"Who Is Itlchard Emerson?” asked
the gentleman of his clerk.
"Itlchard Emerson? lllehard why,
It’s Dick!”
"And wlint does ‘O. B.’ slnnd for?”
“Office hoy.”
When there Is a sudden shouting on
the streets, 11 woman always looks
down In nu nlarincd way to see If her
skirt Is coming off.

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