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WAYS OF LONG AGO.
Laut night I dreamed I was awake; Then, waking up, I dreamed, My mind just went without a break To where the waters gleamed And dimpled down beside the road. I saw the willows trail Along the stream, just like I knowed. I saw the teeter-tail. And heard the blucjay call, and call, And saw the eddies swing In curves below the waterfall, An' heard the ribins sing. And I was just a boy, and walked The ways o' long ago. The catbird came again and mocked Just like I used to know. And in the orchard loaded down The heavy branches swung, And in its coat of sober brown The thrush its matins sung. And breezes moved the ripening grain In billows to and fro, And 1 was just a boy again In ways of long ago. O, welcome dreams that take us back To childhood's happy days! Along some well-remembered track In pleasant woodland ways! O, welcome song of orioles And thrush's matins clear That bring us back the orchard knolls And days of yesteryear, Till we can hear the lullabies And feel the rhythmic swing That used to lull our tired eyes When mother used to sing. —Houston Post. t ? ms SECOND WIFE i * ++++>++++4*4"+4"4-+++4-4 +4.4-4 IT down, dear, and while I am waiting for John, I will tell you all about it. I know people won and dered when we were married, said I was an old flame, and that it was preposterous for old people like us to marry. But, my child, I don't care. Yes, you do seem like a child to me; eighteen, did you say? And this is your engagement ring. Pretty, isn't it? How it brings back the old times when I was just your age, and John and I was courting." There was a pause, and one small, wrinkled hand was raised to brush away a tear. Then the sweet old voice continued— "You see, John was what they cal! a bound boy. He was Just eight years old when he came to live with us; and he stayed until, well, until he married her. You knew Eunice? She was a handsome girl, if I do say it. Far prettier than I. I never did count much for good looks, but for all that I took pretty well with the beaux. But I didn't care a jot for any one of them but John. He was five years older than I, and from the time 1 was a mite of three, my constant compan ion and protector. How he did stand by me if there was any fracas at school, as there always was more or less with part of us on one side, and part of us on the other. Well, matters went along smooth enough until I was nearly nineteen. Then the first and hardest trial I ever had to contend with, came like a thunder-bolt from a clear sky. "John and I became engaged on ray eighteenth birthday, and father and mother were well pleased. Don't very often happen that way, does it? But it did in our case. You see, I was the only child, and John was a fine, man ly fellow, fully capable of making his own way in the world, and always like a son to father and mother. How they loved that boy! They never seem ed quite the same after he disappoint ed them so. And to think they never knew the truth. Oh, it was shame ful! But there, I must not judge her. She was young and thoughtless, and sorry enough in after years. I'll show It w*as you the letters some time, them that wrought all the mischief. They were written while I was West, visiting my mother's brother and his family. You see, dear, Eunice and I were the best of friends, and I never suspected till afterward how much she cared for John, but I never blamed her for taking him when he wanted her. "I tried to think it w'as the Lord's will, and stayed West two years try ing to reconcile myself to the inevit able. Then mother was taken sick, and I came home, John and Eunice had a little one by that time, and some how those baby fingers helped to heal the breach; and before I knew it I was loving John's baby as well as I did him, only in a different way, perhaps, for there would come times when it seemed as if my life was a blank. They were apparently so happy, 1 so lone ly, trying to crush out the love I now felt it a siu to harbor. Somehow, though, it survived the years; for John is as dear to me to-day, my child, as in the long ago; when be neath the apple-boughs he placed this ring upon my finger. It was in the fair spring-time and the old orchard was like a dream of fairyland." Again the sweet voice quavered and broke, and a tear dropped from the down-cast eyes and glittered like a diamond on the worn circlet of gold. Once more memory carried her back to the time when she was a light-heart ed girl, with not a cloud to dim the RANSPOR TING A NINETY-TON GRANITE COLUMN. ** Tt CP î .Tv* X. It . ill 11 / The construction of the great Cathedral of St. John the Divine, Morning side Heights, New York, now going on, is one of the biggest architectural tasks undertaken anywhere in recent years. The work is progressing slowly, owing to lack of funds, but even, if unlimited money were at the disposal of the trustees, the enormous building could not be constructed in less than fifteen years. Eight gigantic granite columns for the choir recently arrived in New York from Vlnalhaven, Me., and attracted great curiosity while being trans ported from the dock to the Cathedral grounds. Each column is a memorial gift, and they cost about 825.000 each. An enormous lathe was built to turn them. Unfortunately, they could not be true monoliths, ns they broke in the lathe during the polishing operation, one of them fracturing within a few hours of completion. Therefore it be came necessary to make the columns in two pieces. The larger section is 37 feet (5 inches in length by 0 feet in diameter, and weighs 90 tons. The smaller section is 17 feet long. 5 feet In diameter at the smaller end. and weighs from 40 to 45 tons, a lighter, two columns being carried at one time. No very great difficulty was experienced in unloading them, but the carrying of them to the Cathe dral grounds, a distance of two miles, is proving a heavy task. A special truck was built for the purpose, which is one of the largest ever constructed. The frame of the truck is 30 feet long, and weighs 10 tons. The axles are 7 and 8 inches square, and are made out of cold-rolled steel. The wheels are built up of seven thicknesses of 3-inch white oak plank. 5-inch tires on each wheel. A 40-horse power traction engine is used to transport the columns to the Cathedral ground. Progress is, of course, rather slow; for Instance, it re quired nineteen days to carry the first column from the dock to the Cathedral grounds. The columns were transported from Maine, on There are four sunshine of the hour; when beneath the apple-boughs she plighted her troth to the man she loved. "Ah child," she resumed, finally, "if my life could have been like that al ways; but it was not. destined to be so. Methinks, sometimes, the trial was needed to strengthen and perfect what otherwise might have been a weaker character; one that knowing naught of trouble, failed in that deep sympathy for less fortunate mortals. 'How well I remember the day I received -that letter. I felt sure it was from John by the writing on the outside. You see, she had Imitated his hand so closely that I failed to detect the dif ference. If possible I was more than usually pleased to receive it, as it was several days later than on former oc casions, and I was beginning to chafe at the delay. "Humming that sweet old love song, Annie Laurie, 1 hastened to my room. I always wanted to be alone when I read John's letters. You understand, my dear? How my fingers trembled as I opened it, and with a sense of happi ness, too great for words, bent over the closely written pages! Alas, how dif ferent from the otter missives I had received from him. 'He loved me still, but it grieved him to say, only as a sister. In Eunice he had foynd his ideal. Would I not release him from an engagement which, if consummat ed in marriage, would only terminate in the ruin of three lives.' He 'begged me not to mention the affair to my parents, as he would tell them himself and thus spare me the ordeal.' Spare me! Ah, my child, that would have been nothing in comparison with what I suffered then. 'From that hour my whole being No longer a happy was changed, hearted child, but a grave and thought ful woman. How little I knew that at that very time, John was having a fierce conflict with his own emotions, as he read and re-read the letter sup posed to have come from me. 'In the far West,' it told him, T had found another, and by the time he received that, I would be a wife. Would he forgive me for my fickleness, and could he not find some one to fill my place? There was Eunice. I was sure she cared for him, and would make him happy.' "You know the rest, child. He mar ried her. She was ready and willing to give him every encouragement; and not until she lay dying did she con fess herself the author of these two letters, and how* fearful she had al ways been that we would find out her guilty secret, and by a mutual con fession learn that in our hearts we had always been true to each other. Of course he wondered why I had never married. But she told him I had been terribly disappointed, and not to mention the subject to me. The letter I wrote releasing him from his engage ment she received, Instead of him. Eunice was clever, very clever. It's a pity so many clever people don't put their talents to better purposes. "On the day she died, she called him to her. 'John,' she said, 'my life has been spared many years, but I have not been happy. Knowing at last that you would never care for me, as you did for her. I was wretched—a fitting punishment for my sin—but you have always been a kind and faithful husband, and I could not die without telling you all. When I am gone may you be happy together. It is my last request, John, promise me you will heed it.' "Well, as you know, child, we were married in June, although he 1s past three score years and ten, and I was seventy instead of twenty as it was to have been. That Is all dear, and here is John." Later, as I wandered in the glen, a picturesque bit of rustic scenery. I found them sitting in an ideal spot at the foot of a beautiful waterfall, the grand verdure-covered hills towering above them. Dear old people; young in their hearts as^on that spring day when they plighted their troth beneath the blossom-laden boughs of the old apple-tree.—Waverley. TO PENSION GIRL'S MOTHER. Mrs. Hedwig A. Maas, of East Or ange, N. J., is to be recompensed by Congress for the loss of her daughter. Miss Clara Louise Maas, who died in -<«3 Cuba in 1901 as the result of an experiment made for the purpose of I advancing science in the treatment of I yellow fever. She went there on re turning from a hurry call to the Philippines I permitted herself ' to be bitten six times by a mos quito which had fed upon a yellow fever victim. The health authorities were trying to dis cover if the disease was carried by the Insect, and gave those submitting to the test a reward of $100. Although she had nursed two Span iards who subjected themselves to the test and died. Miss Maas offered her self as a sacrifice, if necessary, to sci ence. and fell a victim to the disease ns a result of the bites of the qulto. She was taken to the yellow fever hospital, and her sister, Miss So phia Maas, started from home to reach her bedside, but death won the and she reached there only to hear that her sister had passed away. A bill has now been Introduced In Congress for a pension for the mother of the girl. - A.' & s m : iS .'fl and mos race. Hep Hetort. He w*as explaining why he didn't get home until an early morning hour. "The fact is," he said, "an old col lege chum—a stranger in the city— came to the office, and I felt as if I ought to entertain him a little " at the suggestion, "you might call it charity to spend a little time and money on a lonesome-" ''But charity," she interrupted again, "beglns at home. "Oh, It was charity!" she interrupted. "Why, yes," he returned, brightening Then he gave up the explanation business. Why It Passed Hy. "Did Opportunity never knock at your door, my good man?" asked the kindly lady. "I dunno, ma'am." replied Beery Bill; "mebhe so—but I never pay no attention to knockers." — Cincinnati Tlmes-Star. it is easy to Induce a friend to laugh at your Jokes, but he doesn't always do It in a satlsfsctory manner. EPISODE OF REVOLUTION. Where la Oak Box tent by Karl of Bacbnn to Waahirjtton? Our attention has been drawn to a very interesting episode In connection with Scotland and the great republic of the West, says the Scottish Patriot of Edinburgh. It seems that the Earl of Buchan, the friend and patron of Robert Burns, was so delighted with the heroic part that General Washing ton took in the American war of inde pendence that he sent him a box made from the oak that sheletcred Sir Will iam Wallace after the battle of Fal kirk. The letter which we subjoin from Lord Buchan will explain the story better than we can tell it. But we are left to solve an interesting problem, and we appeal to any of our American friends who can help us to solve it, and that Is. to whom did Gen eral Washington g..e the box, and in whose possession Is it now? The letter is as follows: "Dryburgh Abbey, June 28, 1791.— Sir: To use your own emphatic words: 'May that Almighty Being who rules over the universe, who presides in the councils of nations, and whose provi dential aids can supply every human defect consecrate to the liberties and happiness of the American people a government instituted by themselves, for public and private security, upon the basis of law and equal administra tion of justice, preserving to every in dividual as much civil and political freedom as is consistent with the safe ty of the nation, and may He be pleased to continue your life and strength as long as you may be in any way useful to your cotmtry.' "I have Intrusted this sheet, Inclosed in a box made of the oak that sheltered our great Sir William Wallace after the battle of Falkirk, to Mr. Robert son of Aberdeen, with the hope of his having the honor of delivering it into your hands and meeting with your pro tectlon as an honest man seeking for | bread and for fame in the new world, by the exercise of his talents. "This box was presented to me by the Goldsmiths' Company of Edin burgh, from whom, feeling my own un worthiness to receive this magnificently expressive present, I requested and ob tained permission to make it over to the man in the world to whom I thought it was most justly due. "Into your excellency's hands I com mit it, requesting of you to transmit it, on the event of your decease, to the man in your own country who shall ap pear to your Judgment to deserve it best, and upon the same considerations that have induced me to send it to your excellency. With the highest es teem, I have the honor to be, sir, your excellency's most obedient humble ser vant, BUCHAN." French I,aw for Traveler*. English spaking travelers are likely to be Imposed upon by French trades men unless they are familliar with their rights and liabilities under the laws of France. French dressmakers especially are very apt to try to make unwary trav ellers take ill-fitting garments. A case of this kind recently occured in Paris. A certain Mme. Gianaclls had ordered dresses to the amount of thirty-four hundred francs, and. after many try lngs-on and numerous delays, she re fused to receive them, ns they still did not fit. The dressmaker nevertheless, sent them on with the bill in full, and on refusal of payment, attached Mme. Gianaclls' entire wardrobe. Glanaclis, in order to save her ward robe, was obliged to pay the three thousand three hundred and ninety-five francs over to the court officer. But when the case was heard In court, the Judge not only ordered the three thous and three hundred and ninety-five francs refunded to Mme. Glanaclis, but mulcted the dressmaker in a good round sum for damages, and assessed upon her the court costs. He held that when a woman customer goes to a dressmaker who claims expertness, she has a right to demand well-fitting gar ments, within a reasonable time, and without tedious alterations. M me. A Trinity of Dangers. The trinity of dangers which the re public has to fear are immorality, in differentism, and fanaticism. Immor ality produces one or the other, accord ing to temperament, in the body politic, indifferentism and fanaticism do not antidote each other. The one is dry rot; the other, combus tion and swift destruction. Men who Unfortunately, love thetr country enough to be glad to serve it, and are wise enough to steady it; who honor the law, and therefore are careful what laws they enact; men who can hasten ultracou servatives without losing their hold upon them, and are able to check fa natics without driving them to riot ous extremes; men who discern where reform ends and destruction begins, who wish to possess only what they can assimilate and beneficially govern —these In each generation can save the State, and these only.— Century. Forgetfulness op 'loth Sides. "Some of you pleasure seekers," said Rev. Mr. Bosh, "always seem to forget that there is such a day as Sunday." "And some of you holy fellows," re piled the bard case, "merely forget it on the other six days."—Catholic Standard and Times. TOLD BY PETER LARSON. Story of Escape From Death in Clal lam Wreck. Seattle, Jan. 12.—Peter Larson, mill ionaire contractor and mine owner, tells the story of the wreck of the steamer Clallam, near Victoria, and his rescue. His experience was a terrible one, as he was in the water battling for his life fully an hour and a half after he was thrown from the Clallam, and before he was picked up by the tug Sea Lion. To make matters worse. Mr. Lar son was very sea sick all through the accident, although he remarked that he forgot all about bis sea sickness once he found himself struggling in the waves. "I don't know what time she went down," said Mr. Larson in recounting his experiences, "but I think it was about 3 o'clock in the morning. I want to tell you, she was a mighty good little boat, or she never would have stayed on top of the water as long as she did. She fought as long as she could, and then she turned over on her side and went down. "The vessel went down on the port side, and many of us climbed up on her bottom and clung there as long as we could. You see she was water logged and did not sink as fast as she might otherwise have done. We did the best we could to bail her out, and every man able to walk worked like a demon. But it availed us nothing. I know just before she finally sank I slipped and was flung, it seemed to me, far out into the sea. Fortunate ly, I landed right in the midst of a lot of wreckage, and but for that, I undoubtedly today would be food for the fishes. "I grabbed a door that went float Ing by and hung on to that until a small boat from the Sea Lion spied me and picked me up. How long was I in the water? Well, it was a little more than an hour and a half. Cold? Not a bit cold, but you know I had to keep working to keep afloat and I guess I was in a perspiration most of the time. Work!" and Mr. Larson smiled a little reminiscently. "Did I say work?" he asked in a dreamy sort of voice. "Well, I should I never worked so hard in say so. my life, depend upon that. A terrible sea was running, and the wind was blowing great guns. And yet, I think if the boat had not reached mo even I* would have eventually escaped the ravages of the sea and drifted onto one of the islands. I was headed for one, anyway, and the wind, waves and tide were rapidly taking me to safety. I am only sorry that others were not more fortunate." OVER 1000 RABBITS KILLED, Recent Drive Near Echo Was Largest in Northwest. 12.—The rabbit Echo, Ore., Jan. drive held on lower Butter creek this afternoon was the largest in the his tory of the northwest. It is estimated that 10,000 rabbits were killed, and 700 people participated, train came in from Heppner, bringing about 200 people. A special coach was attached to the regular train to bring about 150 people from Pendle A special ton. The drive covered about 1200 acres. The skirmish line, which covered a distance of over two and one half miles, was formed about three miles from the corral. From the start to the finish the most intense excitement prevailed. Men, women, girls and boys, armed with sticks of all di mensions, started war on the timid iq'io v>oqpts. Some of the women rode horseback, many of them going at breakneck speed when a "jack" would escape through the lines. Oth er women, like the male participants, walked the entire distance, chasing the fleetfooted beasts here and there, killing many of the bunnies In their path. Some women, after they had started, could not stand what they called the cruel slaughter of the little animals, and turned back. As the advance line marched toward the corral the rabbits were so thick that the very ground seemed to be moving. The rabbits came in such droves and with such a wild rush that they could not get into the corral fast enough, and they piled up fully two feet deep, hundreds smothering to death. The cannery has only sufficient cans to care for 200, and the remainder will be taken by farmers to feed hogs. The drive was well managed by H. Rogers, on whose place it occurred, and everything went off without a hitch. numerous ; Mme. Sterling Dies. London, Jan. .,2.—The death Is an nounced of Mme. Antoinette Sterling (Mrs. J. Mackingly), the contralto bal lad singer. A botanist of Palermo has been feed ing nicotine to tobacco plants, and finds it to be a true food for the plant, and not a waste product, as has been heretofore assumed.