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WHEN TED’S AWAY.
When Teddy has gone for a visit Such a change as comes over the house! There’s not from one day to another Enough racket to startle a mouse The cook Is no longer molested, The puppies are never at strife. Grandpa’s mid-day nap Is unbroken. And the cat has some peace of her life. There Is no one to ask endless question# And no one to race through the hall, There Is never a whoop or a whistle And never a door banged at all; No coaxing to "tell us a story” And never a lesson to say— Oh. the house Is delightfully quiet And peaceful when Ted Is away! But then there Is no boyish laughter To make even burdens seem light. And no little tired lad to cuddle On a motherly shoulder at night; And no one to whisper at bed lime, With a shy, tight hug and a kiss, That In all the wide world he is certain Thi i e isn’t a mother like his. There is no one to run on an errand And no one with "secrets" to tell. There is no one to find Grandpa’s glass*# And hunt for his slippers as well; And somehow or other we’re feeling That an hour seems as long as a dey— Oh, the house is so dreadfully quiet And lonesome when Ted Is away. •—L. M. Montgomery, In Ram’s Horn. SALVAGE By HENRY GALLUP PAINE. Author of “Statute of Limitations.” “Sunday Sam,” etc. (Copyrighted by Dally Btory Pub. Cos.) “My Dear Mr. Marcy: “Hal has told me how things stand be tween you and him. and T write to tell you that I will never marry him so long as your opposition continues. I absolutely refuse to stand In his way. I want to assure you that nothing he can say will alter my de termination. This decision is final. So there Is no reason w hy you should consid er me In planning for him or In carrying out any of your intentions regarding him. You are at liberty to show him this letter. “Yours truly, “AMANDA GRAY.” “Wa’al, son, w’at be ye a-goin’ ter do, naow?” asked Josiah Marcy, when Hal had finished reading Mandy’s note, and had handed it back to his father. “Nothing different, father. I cannot accept this sacrifice at her hands. I would be less than a man if I accepted what you offer me at such a cost.” “Don’t be a fool, boy,” Josiah pro tested. “No; nor I won’t be a poltroon either,” declared Hal. “To-morrow I shall go away and try to disappoint you by showing you and Mandy, too, that somewhere and somehow I am capable of earning my own living, and when I have shown that I can earn enough for two I shall come inck for her.” In the light of his previous experi ence Hallett Marcy was laying out a rather large* contract for himself in making this declaration. In fact hi.- demonstruted lack of business ability was responsible for the present situa tion. Vet in other respects he was far from a failure. He had a fine charac ter, an affectionate nature and a hand some presence. He had stood high a college. He had refined tastes. But he was entirely deficient in those prac tical commercial qualities that hat enabled his father to develop from : common laborer to a wealthy mil! owner. Josiah was ambitious to realize ii his son the culture and social privi leges that fortune had denied to him. I w., if | v I 7 f_7 J 11 |U g ■ ‘V. . , . “WHEN I AM IN A POSITION I SHALL ASK YOU AGAIN.” He had planned that. Ifal should go abroad, travel, study, write and do the things lhat interested him, and in time perhnpk marry some girl wh< should be his intellectual equal and his social superior—though Josiah did not put it to himself in exactly that way. But Hal loved Amanda Gray, his quondam schoolmate and playmate, and wanted to marry her. Amanda was poor; her mother ran a boarding house for Josiah’s mill hands; but Ha! loved her. He knew the strength and sweetness of her unselfish nature, and he had refused to carry out his father’s wishes unless Amanda could share in the advantage Josiah had planned for him. And when his father had refused his consent, Hal had astonished that local and domestic autocrat by de manding the few thousand dollars held in trust for him from his mother, and had gone to the city and invested it in business. It was the old story of the man with capital and the man <Wth experience over again. In six months his little patrimony was gone and Josiah had been forced to pi y out heavily to save the family credit. But the old man loved his son, though in his own way. and he renewed his former offer to set tle a handsome sum on the boy if he would give up Mandy. He gave him two days in which to make up his mind. Hal laughed his father to scorn and swore he would marry Mandy anyhow. “She’ll marry me no mat- [ ter how poor I am,” he declared. But Mandy would not listen to him. She loved him too well and she knew him too —she had known noth ing else all her life—but she feared it for him. She knew that he could never succeed by his own efforts, she doubted her own ability to help him, and refused to stand in the way of his future. Then to clinch the mat ter she wrote the short note to Jo siah which Hal had just read. “Wher* be ye goin'?” asked his fa | ther, as Hal started for the door. “Oh, just to tell Mandy what I just told you,” and he went out. “Hy dum, that boy’s got me bent sure,” mused the old mnfl. "I—l ain’t never asked no man's advice before in all my life, but I reckon I’ll hev ter git some light threw onto this sittoowation. I —l’Ji go daown and git Parson Marvin ter wrastle an hour with it this evenin'." “Mandy,” said Hal, a few minutes later. “Last night you refused to marry me, because you would not stand in the way of my future; and after I had gone home you wrote my father to the same effect. Now, I have not come to ask you to recon sider your decision. I believe to-day it was a wise one. Hut I have come to tell you that I absolutely refuse to take advantage of it. The people who took over the wreck of my busi ness offered to take me with it on a salary. I have written, accepting their offer, and I shall leave for the city to-morrow morning. When I am in a position to marry you, I shall ask you agahs.” “Hal, Hal!” she protested. But he would not let her go on. “No, sweetheart; if this must be a contest between wills, you will find that I have one as well as you and father. And now, kiss me good-bye, little playmate, for I am going away in the morning, and I may not see you again for a long time.” Mandy never quite knew how she got through the rest of the day. There was supper to get; and boarders going and boarders coining. Her duties seemed endless. It was nearly ten o’clock before she could break away from it all and be by herself and think. Her mood was ristless and troubled and drew her, as if by some uncon scious attraction, to the river. She walked out on the wooden foot bridge that spanned the rapids above the mill, and leaning against the hand rail gazed into the turgid current which ran swiftly far below. She tried to set in order the thoughts that surged through her brain. She might as well have tried to calm the bub bling, roaring stream beneath. Like one in a dream, she seemed to see the events of her short life pass in review before her in weird and impish pro cession. She saw little to attract her, few compensations for all its hard ships and narrowness. Hal was the one bright spot in it. Sadly she turned from the past to look into the future and contrasted what it might have been with Hal—what it would be with out him. She looked into the river running tumultuously, darkly, dis tractedly through its contracted, rock walled channel to its ceaseb ss task at the mill. In one smooth, eddy-like spot in all its turbulent course, she saw the reflection of a single star; but it was only the reflection, and the star itself was shining far above. She felt the likeness of the stream to her own life and strangely attracted to if by a sort of hypnotic fascination. Then she remembered bow beyond (he mill the stream broadened out and flowed placidly through a fair mead owland. And the thought came to her with a fierce bitterness, how through the stream another, feebler woman in ber case might find peace, while she must struggle blindly, hopelessly on. A strange dizziness came over her, she swayed and clutched at the rail ing. With a sickening feeling she felt the frail support give way. The weary, despondent soul said to itself: “I did not seek this—-then let me, too, find peace.” But the active, healthy, human woman screamed. “What’s that, brother?” Josiah and Mr. -Marvin had been “wrastlin’ ” over Hal all the evening; and the parson was returning with the older man to light him through the glen. “Some gal’s fell in!” shouted Jo siah; and with unsuspected agility lie bounded down the steep bank in the direction of the splash that closfly followed that night-rending, heart rending cry. “Hold the light!” he commanded, as he stood an instant on the brink peering into the darkness, before plunging in to where n small, dark object momentarily appeared above the surface. The river was deep and swift, but it was narrow, and though long out of practice, Josiah had been a famous swimmer, and his strength had not left him. With the aid of the minister, who rushed in waist deep to help, Josiah soon had the limp form of the girl stretched on the shingle. “Fetch the lantern, parson,” he said, as he chafed her hands, and bent to listen if she breathed. “She’s livin’; let’s see who we got.” Mr. Marvin obeyed. Josiah gazed guiltily into the up turned, unconscious face. He felt as if his heart were in the grip of a tourniquet. “Parson," he faltered, “do ye s’pnso she done it a-puppose?” Mr. Marvin looked up at the bridge. “No,” he added, pointing to the broken hand-rail. “Thank God fer thet!” “Amen,” echoed the minister. "Now, brother, what is best to be done?” “There’ ain’t on’y one thing tew he done—fetch her hum.” “Isn’t that rather far, neighbor?” “ ’Tis, ter her hum, 'tain’t ter mine. Thet’s wher’ she b’longs naow; that’s wher’ Hal is. Ther’, lift her easy. Hoes 'fin's ef we c’u’dn’t git on ’thout your help, after all, parson.** PASSING OF THE FIRESIDE. The kettle never simmers on the hearth stone any mure We have given up ti.e sacred fireside; The kitten never sleeps before the back log on the floor. And the spinning wheel has stopped since grandma died; But the poet, in his fancy, sees the “fam ily circle” yet. And blithely slags the* glory of his dream. While the artist takes his pencil and is happy to forget That the fireside has given way to steam. The boiler and the furnace are in no dress sublime, The scornful bard refuses to ennoble them in chyme. And the artist never turns With his brush to such concerns; They have spoiled the family circle of “the splendid olden time.” Still, the preacher gravely preaches of the "sacred fireside,” Forgetting that long since it ceased to be, Forgetting that the people he is preach ing to abide Where janitors are lords of all they see! Ah, the fireside Is only a blind mantel or the wall. Tb logs that used to crackle blaze no more; No more fantastic shadows over old rag carpets fall, The hearthstone’s but a grating In the floor. The good old ways are ended and the charm of them has fled. No "fireside” remains to lure us now; No more, alas! does father have to clam ber out of bed To light the logs while mother tells him how. Little Willie doesn't have to carry billets in at night, Or. caviling, chop kindling nowadays— Slay!—that's but the steam pipe thump ing—'tis no time for flight or fright— We have given up the old poetic ways. Oh, a fancy screen is standing as an ornament before The walled and plastered place that was the fireside of yore— The wind Is howling “Woo-o-o-o!” But no flames leap up the flue. And the hearthstone’s just a grating In the floor. —S. E. Kiser, in Chicago Record-Herald. [Slow Janet Taught him Spelling HICKMAN always went first to his cousin Janet. He was a buoyant youth, whose woes anti joys were much alike, but Janet was serious minded. She did his worrying- for him. This time he found her packing-her books. Vacation was almost over. “Well?” she said. She liked to talk to Herman, but not when there was an unfinished task in hand. That was the difference between the two —she focused her energies upon one thing', accomplished it. and was happy; he diffused his over a dozen, accomplished nothing, and was happy also. “Well, what is it?” she demanded. “I’m superseded ” be confessed, dole fully. “What? O Herman—discharged?” Herman made a gesture. “Ah, Janet, you have such a—a direct manner of speech! Why. even Mr. Stcinmetz didn’t use that word! ‘Aline young frentj he says, ‘you will pea prlte young yentleman when you learn pet ter how to spell, but yoost now. yon make us reediklus.* And be showed rfie a letter he'd got from a firm he'd been complaining to about a lot of damaged goods. They’d got tired, I guess, and written will) a good deal more humor than Mr. Steinmetz could appreciate- he’s not a witty man—all because I spelled ‘shipment’ ‘s-h-i-p --m-e-a-n-t.’ and ’a dozen white collars’ ‘a dozen white c-o-l-o-r-s.’ ’* “O Herman!” groaned Janet. Herman laughed. “You taught me how to spell ‘meant* yourself,” he ar gued. “You ought to take it as a com pliment that I applied the lesson.” “And ‘a dozen while colors!’ ” she sighed, despairingly. “Why don't you learn? I’ll do anything to help yon! You never can make a success while yon spell like that. Oh. I know—but it isn't enough to be the fastest type writer in town—it’s accuracy they want, a thousand times more Ilian speed! Von must learn. Herman! I’ll send you lists of words from your let ters. and lend yon my old speller. Will yon study it. Herman?” Herman’s eyes were twinkling as he took the book. “I will, faithfully, re ligiously, as I would my cateclysm,” he said, with a laugh. “It shall be my proud duty to report to yon every week my progress.” Janet's eyes dropped in disappoint ment. “No need,” she murmured. “If yon learn to spell, your letters will show it.” Herman smiled. “I’ll be on hand nt train-time to-morrow with a box of chocolates?” “No. than! yon!” said bis cousin, decidedly. “Flowers, then?” ‘‘You'd better save your money.” Herman laughed outright. “Didn’t T mention it? Why, so I didn’t! I've got another position, with Span A- Cos. They fairly jumped at me.” “A oil’ll lose it,” she said, prophetlc nlly, and he laughed again. Herman did lose it. and for the same old reason. Janet had felt ashamed of herself when she came to thinking over the interview. She might hate been more hopeful, more sympathetic. She tried to make up for it in her letters to him. Perhaps it was, as he had so often explained, a physical failing; some people are form-blind, just as others are color-blind, and with such orthography is doubly dif ficult. She tried to shut her eyes to mistakes, ar.d to believe that he was improving. She sent him lists of j words, and forbore to criticize. Hut . as time passed, and the old errors re-1 curred again ami again, l.ia lig!<l-i,eai i ed epistles that had once given her such keen delight became merely a source of dread and dismay. Her eye ran on from one mistake to another, losing sense and substance. When by any chance he fell into the conact spelling of a word that she had listld, she felt it like a personal victory, but every repeated blunder was a Water loo. She waited feverishly for the inevitable. Scarcely two months had passed before it came. Herman was si bered a little when he wrote of it. hut not enough to affect his literary style. He was “superseded” again, he said, and was hastening to claim another g. od, bracing sermon from his dear cousin Janet. He had about come around to the standpoint of the fatalist—nature hadn’t created him with a predilection for spelling, therefore it was useless to try to spell. Janet rend with mingled emotions. She knew it was not lack of ability— indeed, if he had had a slower mind there would have be.pn more hope for him. He had never felt the need of working hard, and the lack of disci pline was telling in every way. One part of his letter was really pathetic —not from its wording, hut because it was so true —where he compared himself to a nice little stream of wa ter that was mostly noise and sparkle The Hihle has a different way of put ting it—“ Unstable as water, thou shall not excel!” But Janet did not think of that. She had forgotten for the moment that no one may ever excel save by his own effort, and she was reproaching her self bitterly for his present failure She was conscious that he had always looked to her to supply a certain force undeveloped in himself. The appeal ran through the letter she was rend ing, masked under his habitual drol lery, of course, hut to her the earnest ness was apparent, even through the nonsense. “I may never win the degree of Ph a. he wrote, whimsically, “but 1 an hopeful that my name may yet out loose from its siiflix X. (1. I ought tt have an equal chance with these fel lows in books. They never make he roes of themselves from inner neces sitr, you’ll observe. I have your lift ind letters for my inspiration—the\ are inspiring, chum! And if 1 ever com pile a dictionary, swim tin' Hellespont or otherwise distinguish myself, it will he because my cousin Janet hm kindly although perhaps uncon sciously—assumed the role of guar dian angel to me.” Only—alas. poor Herman!—hi spelled it angle! The tender sympathy dropped out of Janet’s face. It is not reeordei that angels indulge in sarcasm, but it is doubtful if even a celestial be ing would care to he described it “WH.b YOU STVHY IT?" geometric terms. The letter slit wrote “raised a blister," as I. mmii afterward confessed. "What is a guardian angle?” slit inquired, sweetly. "I’ve searched my geometry from comm - to cover, am asked all the girls, and thought of til: the angles I’ve ever heard about right, acute ami the rest—and then isn’t one I could possibly 1m miles: it’s the one they call obtuse. Do write and fell me what it’s like, ami where I can find it. ‘(inardiaii angle!' it sounds terribly learned, and yet poetical, too. Do they teach about it in trigonometry? "1 quite expected that you would be ‘superseded’ again, and now that you have the leisure, 1 am not going to do anything that will interfere with your learning how to spell. This is the last letter you will get from me till you haw mastered the art. At Christinas, if you wish, I will examine you from (lie speller I lent you, and also from those lists ot words. If you pass the examination we will resume our correspondence, and if you don’t we will not. I am quite in earnest. From this judg ment there is no appeal. "Witness my hand! Your cousin, Janet.” Herman must have known that when Janet wrote like that there was no appeal, and he made none, but got to work. As for Janet, she was in the dark as to the movements of her cousin, and not a little frightened at what she had done, until she heard that he had refused a third position. She took that us a healthy sign. Her knowledge of him told her that the next one he accepted he would be prepared to keep and he was. At Christmas time the whole fam ily assembled to hear the spelling lesson. She gave Herman 500 words, and he spelled them with a certainty and independence which showed that he had mastered something else be sides orthography. Four hundred and ninety-nine were right—-it was a rec ord to wonder at. Hut when she gave him “angel," he smiled in his old ex asperating way, and spelled it *‘J-u-n-e-t.” —Youth’s Companion. These Have Quality in Common. Paint. Again we offer our high grade mixed paint. Another year has tested the mer its of this paint and so remarkably prov ed its wearing quality. In covering ca pacity and luster too our paint proves its quality. Every shade is brought out richly which is so important in improv ing the appearance of a building. It ex cels in covering capacity-one gallon of this paint will cover more space per gal lon and cover it more thoroughly than an equal quantity of any other paint, thus making it no more costly than other and inferior paints. CONFISCATION IN MOROCCO. When nn Olllrlnl Dies Min Property anil That of Mix Ilelallvea lle vrrla to the Crown. It is a custom in Morocco that all the property of an official reverts at death to the crown. The logit* which leads to such a result is simple, for the gov ernment argues that all fortunes thus accumulated consist of moneys illegal ly retained by the authorities, says Blackwood’s Magazine. A governor when appointed is probably possessed of no considerable fortune. When he dies he may be a millionaire. Whence came this wealth? Squeezed most cer tainly from the tribes under his au thority. it nil therefore amassed only by the prerogatives of the position in which the sultan had placed him. It has never struck the Moorish govern ment, that these great fortunes might more honorably be returned to the people from whom they were stolen. The result is entire con fiscal ion to the crown, including often such private property as his governor may have been possessed of before his appoint ment, and not seldom, too, of the prop erty of his relatives. When the mighty fall in Morocco the crash brings down with them their families, even uncles and cousins and all connected with them, and it is not seldom that the sons of great govern ors, who have been brought up in the luxuries of slaves and horses and ret inues of mounted men, have to go beg ging in t he streels. WAY TO SAVE MONEY. Yon dp: Mnn Who \Vlmlih tn Marry Taltcpi lo Slnil>l>> DriHH of (lie I'rofoMMionnl f'ut. “Perhaps you have noticed that I am doing the artistic stunt in the mat ter of my attire and personal appear* ttiice,” said the engaged young man. “I have come to the conclusion that if I arn ever to get married I must save money, and the only way I can save money is by denying myself things I like. “Now, 1 have always been fond of dressing well, but that is a thing of the past. Instead, I am doing the genius pose. Notice my unkempt ap pearance. I wear my hair long and am raising a beard. I never learned to shave myself, you know, and that in it self is a considerable saving. I wear shiny black clothes, a flowing Wind sor tie and tin old soft hat with a very broad brim the broader the bet ter. “The people who do not know me may take me for a tramp,” he said, with a smile, according to the Philadel phia Record, “but for their opinion 1 do not care. The people who do know me merely think I am becoming ec centric. In the meantime lam saving money, and that’s the main thing,” Coffee Clitnreftea. They are the newest sort of smoke in Paris, and have been invented by intending benefactors of the human race who consider identity is deteri orating modern man. A correspond ent explains that the new cigarettes contain not a compound made of the ground bean, as might be imagined, but the leaf of (he tree, fine, coarse or navy cut, or manipulated after the blrdseye method, according to taste. Coffee leaf smoking is said to be not only perfectly harmless, even if in dulged in to the wildest excess, but to possess the property, deemed by the Inventors nn unquestionable advan tage, of imparting to those who prac tice it an intense and lasting dislike for the flavor of tobacco. Lovers of the weed should beware how they trifle with the coffee cigarette. Brushes. For our brushes we claim a uniform high quality. Whether you choose a whitewash, kalsomine, wall, var nish or paint brush you will find the same good quality stock in all. Both experienced painters and occasional users of brushes, after repeated tests, have rated these b'rushes best for quality of bristle and best because of the strength of their double binding. Here you will find any brush to suit your needs and at prices that vou need not waste your time and money with a poor brush. THE PEOPLES SAVINGS BANK, R. Q. OLP, Prop. Manitowoc, VVis. FRANK PFEFFEP. Dealer in all kinds of Furniture, Coffins, Caskets, Etc, K ,Krsv,,,e VUcomtn -A, Special attention Kiven to undertaking and embalming A trood hearse ut the disposal of the public. lit re are my prices on a few articles Ann Rockers $1.75, Nurse’s Rockets fl.eii. Oak cane seat Chair 75c, Swell Front Dresser $ Id. Center Tables to |lO Intension Dining Tables $I to *l3. Bureaus of all kinds at all prices. DR.N. T. ZIGLINSKI, ~ DENTIST, yil South Eighth Street, Opposite Schuette’sStore A STING IN HIS WORDS. Die Ma iil > ( onduel of n I’ollee Officer Who Miulil Have II cl ull aI cl for Abuse. By far the most liiimilintingincident connected with the downfall of F. (.’. Andrews, vice president of the < ity savings bank of Detroit, was the man ner of his arrest, says a Chicago paper. One of the many offices held by An drew: was t hut of police commissioner, lie was a stern disciplinarian, and bad little pity for members of the force who violated the rules, .lust before exposure of bis $1 ~’OO,OOO embezzle ment was made Andrews had occasion to rebuke one of the city detectives for some alleged neglect of duty, and he berated the otfieer roundly, giving him what is known in police circles us a severe “dressing down.” By chance it became t he duty of this same detect ive a few days later to take the bank wrecker into custody. Policemen who knew of the terrible scoring the offi cer had received from Andrews looked for a bitter retaliation in the way of wordy recrimination, but nothing of the kind occurred. The officer was po lite and deferential in making the ar rest, almost as much so as if lie were taking orders from his superior in stead of conveying him to jail. “I’m really sorry to do this, Mr. Andrews,” tie said, “lint it’s my duty.” There was a sling in these simple words, how ever, that the bystanders did not ap preciate, for in the scoring the detect ive had received from Andrews while police commissioner great stress was laid upon the necessity of a policeman doing his duty without fear or favor. I'ruiluet of Acre of I/tind. Tn Russia the average of land, be cause of bad cultivation, produced but one-fifth the amount produced by an acre in America. This is tlie official statement of her minister o' finance. Decorine. Decorine is a sanitary wall finish put up in five pound packages, readv for use with merely the addition of hot water. It leaves no spots nor streaks when dry* ing, is easily applied, covers well and every shade is so distinctively brought out, giving the walls and ceilings that rich appearance so much desired. Dec orine has been used extensivelv in the past years and has been given a prefer ence because it is cheaper, more sanitary and as beautiful as wallpaper. One five pound package is sufficient for a room of ordinary size. HORSES LIKE TOBACCO. One \ Tlmf (Jot fi> Be Confirmed Cliewer of the to Some Ob* noliona Weed, “V hi bet your life that horses lore tobacco,” said a horse owner to the man who was inclined to doubt his original assertion that horses were very fond of chewing tobacco, relates the Washington Star. "Don’t they?" he asked the fat policeman who was listening to the argument. The latter ii'sentcd, and the first speaker went on. “My old friend here,” pointing to the policeman, "remembers that roan horse I used to have. Well, every morn ing when I went into the nag’s stall she looked around at me as much as to ask if I had brought her morning chew of tobacco with me. I used to tease her by pretending I did not see her. but she would look around again, and then begin to make a noise. After I would tease her awhile I would give her a good chew of tobacco, and she would lie satisfied. Then I gave her the morning meal on top of that. The tobacco was somewhat stimulating, and whenev - it is ul ,ce started you may be sure you will have to keep it up. It prevents colic, and makes the coats of the animals sleek and pretty I remember a horse I used to have that I frequently gave a chew of my to bacco. One day I pulled a long plug of the weed out of my pocket, am' after taking a chew myself handed 1 over to the horse. The animal tore of a hig chew and was rolling it aroun*' in his mouth when I looked around and saw an old woman standing there ‘You ought to he ashamed of yourself.’ she said. ‘lsn't it bad enough to chew tobacco yourself, without teachlri the poor beast to contract the vIK habit?’ I didn’t answer her, ae I fel’ certain that the horse was enjoying himself, while the woman fuseed,”