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WHEN THE CLOCK TICKS LOUD.
There are times when life Is something more than meat and drink and sleep; When the surface shows no ripple though the stream Is swift and deep; When the good that's In the worst of us has taken us In tow And has tanned love's fading embers till they flash again and glow; When we feel there's something in us has escaped the madding crowd— When It's quiet In the evening and the clock ticks loud. When the grate fire's crimson afterglow is graying Into gloom. When there's none but she and you within that cozy little room, When the cat upon the hearth rug yawns and drifts again to dreams, Then how very like the heaven we have learned to long for seems That delightful little chamber with the magic charm endowed— When It's quiet In the evening and the clock ticks loud. Not a word to break the stillness, yet there's music In the air — Music born of softest silence, music sweet and low and rare; For the one who sits beside you Is your sweetheart, and you know That she loves you, for she wed you many patient years ago; And her love songs, born of silence, make you brave and great and proud. When It's quiet In the evening and the clock ticks loud. •—New York Times. m A Converted Clergyman m m mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmrn (§)= HE Reverend Boswell Holland sat alone In his study. The room which, though small, had been dignified with the name of study, was the best and pleasantest room in the house, and In It were drawn together all the best that the house afforded— here was the prettiest paper and the best carpet, the only lounge, the easi est rocking chair, the gayest table cover, the best lamp, and the prettiest ornaments, all gathered here by his young wife's unselfish devotion, and her husband's devoted selfishness. A tall, stout, well-made, florid young man. never Intended by nature for any aedentary life; one whose broad shoul ders and strong arms would have made a better and healthier man of him In the field or workshop: one who as a farmer or machinist might have made something of his muscular Inheritance, but who had beon thrust Into a posi tion he was wholly unfitted for by the weak ambition of a doting mother and the vanity and self-indulgent In dolence of his own character. A gentle step, a timid deprecating tap at the study door. "Eyes right— attention!" In one moment, like a sol dier on drill, the reverend gentleman had wheeled Into position at the table, snatched up a pen, dipped It Into the Ink, and held It suspended over the paper, as he said In the half-annoyed tones of a person suddenly disturbed In some absorbing train of thought: "You can come In." Softly the door was pushed ajar, and a sweet young face, fair and fresh as an apple blossom, and framed In braids of soft brown hair, peeped tim idly in. / "Quite alone, dear?" she asked, glancing round the apartment; and then satisfied that he was so, the wife came In—a girlish figure, though one arm clasped her sleeping baby to her bosom; In the other hand she bore a small tray with snowy white cloth. Pausing a moment on her way to de posit the child among the cushions of the lounge, she came to her husband's side. "What have you got there. Lucy?" he said In half-reproachful tones, though his eager eyes contradicted his assumed indifference. "Only a little lunch for you, dear," said the little wife, coaxlngly, and she removed the desk and set the l4tle tray before him. "You silly child! what Is It?" Lucy raised the cover and revealed a small Juicy beefsteak, temptingly cooked, a biscuit, and a cup of steaming tea. "Oh, I have not any appetite; I do not want It," said the husband, making a very faint demonstration of pushing It from him. "Yes, you do, doar; I know best. Did not you tell me yourself that brains needed food, and that mental labor was more exhausting than any other? Take a little sip of the tea first, dear, and maybe that will bring an appetite." "You are a little goose, Lucy," said the Reverend Boswell, as he took the cup from her band; and so, just to please the affectionate little thing, he ate and drank all she had provided— and he did It, too, Just as If he relish ed every mouthful. You would never have guessed be did not relish It Ob, he was such a good man! And Lucy sat by, delighted that her Idol had condescended to accept her meat and drink offerings. "There now; these poor, doar, tired brains will feel a|l the better," she said, laying her soft band carelessly on bis low brow. • "It Is too bad for you to sit here, hard at work, all this love ly day; but tell me, have you worked very hard this morning?" "Well, no, not very," said the self convicted Idler. "It Is too warm to do « much.' "Warm here, dear?" said Mrs. Hol land, glancing round the cool, fresh, orderly little room, and contrasting It with the kitchen, the heated scene of her own labors. "Then It must be be cause you feel weak; do you?" "I thought you would come up and read for me, Lucy; I have been expect ing you." "But I could not come to-day, you know," said the wife, deprecatingly. "It's washing day!" "Well, what If It Is? You do not wash, I presume." "No, dear, not exactly; but Katie does." "But you are not Katie." "I beg your pardon, but I am on washing and Ironing days." "What do you mean?" "Only, of course, that when Katie Is washing. I have her dally work to do." "I do not see what great amount of work the<re can be to do In such a fam ily as ours." . "That Is because It Is not In your line, Boswell. If It was you would soon find out that there Is work to be done In every well-managed family, however small; and where there Is a baby, and only one Inexperienced ser vant, there Is a good deal of work to be done." "Work, work!" said the parson, fret fully. "One would think to hear you talk of your work, that we lived In a palace and entertained company every day of our lives." "I am very thankful that we do not," laughed the sweet-tempered little woman. "Well, I can't understand It, I'm sure. Do tell me now what have you had to do this morning." "I will," said Lucy, seating herself on the lounge by hor child. "It Is a fine day, and Katie has a very large wash; so I set her at work early, and I made the beds and put the rooms In order, and then I cleared away the breakfast things, and swept and dust ed the parlor and entry; and I put fresh flowers In the vases, and I pick ed and shelled the peas, and made the pudding, and cooked your steak, and tended the baby-" "Well, he Is asleep." "Yes, he is now; but he was wide awake all the morning, and Just as cunning as he could be. I only wish you had seen him when I-" "Oh, yes, I dare say; but I don't care to hear about It" Lucy bent down over the sleeping child to pat and kiss him, and when she raised her bead there was a tear on the baby's dimpled cheek. Poor little thing! Had he been weeping in his sleep? for the mother's fair face was as unruffled as before. Are you coming to read to me, Lucy ? Lucy hesitated. "I will If I can—after dinner. "Oh. 1 am going out to dine with the Allens." "You are! Why. Mr. Holland, you did not tell me!" "No, I did not think of It; and I do not suppose It makes much difference to you." "I thought it would be a good day for you to go over to see that old deaf Mrs. Otis. 1 hear she tells everybody she does not know her minister by sight" "Well, she won't acquire that knowl edge to-day, any way. Mary Denny promised to call for me at the Allens' and take me for a drive In her pony carriage down to the lower mills at the Pond, and that Is much pleasanter." "Of course It Is; and such a lovely day, too. You will have a charming ride. I am so glad! It will do you good to leave your writing, I am sure." "Yes; but abqut that old Mrs. Otis! Can't you go there Instead of me? You might" "Of coarse I could. Bat she is so cross I am half afraid of her; and be sides, it Is you she wants to see, not me.' "Let her take the best she can get" said the unconscious egotist; "I can't "Shall you be home to tea, Boe well?" "I rather think not Mary said she would leave me up at the White's on our .way bomeq they are to have the choir up there this evening; they said something about your coming, but I told them It was of no use to ask you. for I knew you would not leave the baby all the evening." "Of course I could not." said the wife, picking up her baby and the tray. "You will have a beautiful day; I half envy you the nice ride; but I'm sure you need It, and If I were you I would not write another word to-day. Just lie down on the lounge and take a nap, and you will be all rested and bright by dinner time. If any one calls I will say you are engaged (you are, you know, engaged for dinner) and I'll call you In time to dress, and bring you some hot water. Now take my ad vice," and nodding and smiling, the un selfish woman drew down the shades and left him. And this was but a sample of their | dally lives. Mrs. Briant, Lucy's mother, was a | widow of some property. After the marriage of all her children she had I broken up housekeeping, and had been making a long visit to each of her two married sons, and now she wrote to say If It was agreeable to Mr. and Mrs. Holland, she would come and | make them a visit of a few weeks. Of course Lucy, who was the young est child and only daughter, was de lighted. She came, all tears and smiles | and blushes, to show the welcome let ter to her husband. Of course he was a not quite so much elated at the pros pect; It was not to be expected he should be; and most wives would have resented his unsympathlzlng coldness; but Lucy had such a pretty, winning way. and then she had. all uncon sclously, learned the habit of arguing with him through his own Interests. "Mother is so cheerful," she said, "and so pleasant, you will find her excellent company; and then she is such a splendid housekeeper, and knows everything, and Katie and I are so Inexperienced. She is a capital cook, too, and makes things go as far again as I can. And such nice things as she can make! I am only afraid after she has been here you will think I don't know anything: but I shall keep my eyes open, and try to learn her way of doing things. I did not think half enough of It while I lived at home. And then she has had so much experience with children, she is ns good as a doctor: and I am such a little goose If anything alls the baby; but I shall feel as if he is all right If I can pop him into mother's arms, and I shall not have to rout you up at night to go for the doctor every time he screws l}ls dear little face up Into a pucker; and then she Is so fond of bablrn I dare say she will tend him half the time: and think how much more time I shall have to read to you and make parish calls!" j straight through his shallowness down to his selfishness and Indolence. Of In due course of time Mrs. Briant made her appearance. She was a deli cate, pleasing, lady-llke little woman, with sweet brown eyes and a marvel ously sweet voice, that thing In woman. Nemesis in gentler form or more al luring guise: but It was Nemesis all the same. She was an acute and ob serving woman; there was quiet but keen penetration In those soft brown eyes, but there was no bitterness about her. 'excellent Never yet came She read her son-in-law's character went at once; the soft brown eyes course her motherly Instincts were all on Lucy's side, who, she saw, was drooping under a burden of care be yond her strength: but she never thought of making her unhappy by pointing out her husband's faults to her; on tho contrary, she always prais ed him wherever she conscientiously could, treated him with marked defer ence, and made him more comfortable in a dozen little ways, while she was all the time quietly loosening his wife s bohds and transferring them to him. "Mr. Holland," she said to him one day, In her sweet, gracious way, "will you have the kindness to pick us some peas for dinner to-day?" "Me? I pick the peas?" asked the astonished son-in-law. hastily Interposed "Ob, no, no;" Lucy; "I will get them; I was Just go ing." * f "My dear child, no! The vines are wet with last night's rain; and with your thin dress! I would not have you do It for the world: and I am sure Mr. Holland would not hear of such a No. no! certainly not," said the rev-1 thing. erend gentleman; "It is not fit for her, of course;'' though he remembered un easily how many times she had done It, even In the rain. "But cannot Kate get them?" "I do not think she can." said the gentle voice; "she Is very busy Ironing your shirts, and she does them very well, but she Is very slow. I could shell the peas If I had them; but It Is no matter: If you do not care about them, we will do without. We have only plain boiled corned beef to-day, and I thought you would like some vegetable besides potatoes with It; but please don't go If you don't want them." But Mr. Holland was an epicure In a small way and he did not fancy a dinner of beef and potatoes. So he went and from that day the picking of the peas, beans, cucumbers and toma toes was, without any talk, dropped quietly into bis bands. And so with many other little out of-door duties which usually devolve upon the master of the house, but which Lacy, In her loving eagerness to spare her husband time and trouble, had Indiscreetly taken upon herself; Mrs. Briant laughingly accused her of over offlclousness, quietly took them out of her hands and restored them to their rightful owner. And all this was done so sweetly by the amiable law giver that neither party could gainsay her, and the mystified minister really 1'elt she was sustaining him In his rightful authority. Indeed, he was morally and physically a better, hap pier and more useful man for the hoalthy out-of-door employments to which her sagacious administration | had subjected him. He dawdled less with his pen, and wrote better when | he did write, I near its Intended close., the gentle llt tie tactician had her leviathan pretty well In hand; for though quiet In her advances as the Incoming tide, she was quite as irresistible. Lucy, cheered | by her mother's presence and silent By the time Mrs. Briant's visit drew support, and set free from the house hold bonds that had so oppressed and enthralled her, was herself once more. | She had regained her natural elasticity of step and feeling, and brought out by her mother's judicious management she had taken and worthily filled her proper place In the parish as the min ister's wife, and was beloved and re spected In the congregation, have been thinking, my dear Mr. Holland." said Mrs. Briant in her most mellifluent tones, one day when the BOU P had Presided over had given hlm g rpat ««tisfactlon. "that after I leave 5™. Lucy had better have a sec ond ^ rl - . ^. Mr. Holland looked up In blank sur P rise - and caln, 'y and sweetly the lady ' went on: is to she K 0C9 > is very inefficient, honest, but she Is a miserable cook, and very wasteful. But all such young Rlrls are: they waste half enough to keep a family. And the washes are very heavy; gentlemen and babies, 8 he said, with a rippling laugh, 'make a Ki'oat deal of washing, you know, and Katie Is vary slow, and If you have to put It out that Is very ex And then there Is so much "Katie, though a good girl as far as She Is pensive, sewing to be done. I did hope we should find time to make up your new linen before I left, but It Is not cut out yet, and Lucy will never get through a dozen shirts alone. Poor girl! the parish and the babÿ make such heavy demands upon her time, I think she will have to put your shirts out to be made." And with a few pleasant remarks about the parish and the weather, she smilingly withdrew. But the good seed had been carefully sown. The parson, though not over wise In general, was sharp and shrewd where money was in question, and knew the full value of dollars and cents. He took the matter Into con sideration, nicely balanced the pros and cons. He knew that Mrs. Briant in her quiet, lady-llke way, had been very efficient In his family; she super intended the cooking, and under her diroctlon were prepared the savory meats that his soul loved. He knew, too, that since her advent among them j his weekly expenses had been lessen ed not i ncrett8fd . He knew that the liberal board which she had Insisted upon paying ever since she had been with them amounted to half as much as his salary, while her generous gifts supplied many needs of the little | Houseljold. He knew that she relieved his wife of much care and labor; and that her experience during the baby's troubles In the ivory business, upon which he had just entered, had already saved him the fatigue and expense of many a visit to the doctor: and all j ^ese loving services were freely giv j to p e gi n with, and how much In waste | and discomfort? And as to putting | ou ^ washing and sewing, those were en. On the other hand. If she left, all this must stop. An additional servant would cost him throe dollars a week, bugbears of unknown expense which | he cou i d no t estimate. The parson drew his conclusion—he was used to that business; "In conclusion" was bis I favorite portion of his sermon—so, In conclusion, he requested Lucy to Invite her mother to become a permanent member of the family; and Lucy, who | in her unselfishness thought dear Bozzy did It all for her sake, could not express her Joy and gratitude. And now you know the reason the I Reverend Boswell Holland resembled SL Peter. Don't you see? He had a | "wife's mother" m the house!—Wav It I try Jo*t now. "Say, I'd like the Job of setting a little of It at work for a week or so. I'd have It putting In eighteen hours a day and sixty minutes every hour and nothing off for meals. Oh, I'd keep It busy all right, all right"-— I Cleveland Plain Dealer. ■ In a Young man, don t turn down a leap I J*ar proposal because the girl can't of j cook. She may be able to pay your board. eiley Magazine. Idleness Discouraged. "I see It stated that there Is alarming lot of Idle money In the coun an VLADIVOSTOCK FLEET ELUDES JAPANESE ADMIRAL. \ The Two Fleets Came Within Ten Miles of Each Other During the Day But During the Night Russians Got Away—Japanese Lost 8,000 Men in Two Days Engagement. Tokio, July 4—The Vladivostock squadron eluded Vice Admiral Kaml mura's squadron eastward of the Isl and of Tsu Friday night in the dark ness. A drizzling rain and fog favored the Russian vessels. The two squadrons met early in the evening, the Russians being north of Iki Island and the Japanese south of Tsu Island. They were 10 miles apart. The Russians bolted to the northeast when they were discovered by Vice Admiral Kamimura. The latter chased them at full speed. The Japanese tor pedo boats steamed ahead and entered within the range of Russian guns. The Russian vessels vigorously shelled the Japanese torpedo boats. This firing confirms the cannonading on Iki Island and gave the impression that an en gagement was in progress. Vice Admiral Kamimura was only eight or nine miles in the rear, when the Russian vessels extinguished their lights and disappeared in the darkness. At that time the Japanese torpedo boats were pressing the Russians, who had been using their searchlights. The torpedo boats failed to get close enough to the Russian boats to dis charge torpedoes. Japanese Lose Heavily. Liaoyang, July 4.—The recent suc cesses of the Russians at Dalin and in Major General Mlshtchenko's engage ments with the Japanese have engen dered a much better feeling here. It is reported that in the fighting of June 26 and 27, the Japanese lost 8,000 men, and that their losses in the operations against Mlshtchenko were 1,500. A striking feature of the last en gagement at Dalin, as well as In the fight with General Mlshtchenko's force, was that the Japanese tried the bayo net charge, to which they had not been previously partial. Their lines went to the charge with loud cries of "Aiyar, aiyar," but almost to a man were mowed down by the Russian rifle. One of the Japanese prisoners cap tured by General Mlshtchenko states that the provisions of the Japanese are running out and that the troops are badly fed. For two days prior to his capture, the prisoner said, the Japan ese had eaten nothing, and this state ment is confirmed by Chinese. The Japanese commissary Is entirely sup plied from Japan and consequently is dependent upon sea communication, and the effect of the loss of any boats in the recent storm is beginning to be severely felt. Sporting News. . There was no baseball played in Brooklyn Sunday. Larry Temple and Joe Walcott, both of New York, fought 10 hard rounds to a draw recently at Baltimore be fore the Eureka Athletic club. Willie Anderson, the golf expert of Apawamis, N. Y., holds both national and western open championship titles because In an exciting finish of the western event at the Grand Rapids, Mich., links Saturday he gained the western title from the holder, Alex ander Smith of Nassau. The oarsmen of Yale again showed their superiority over those of Harvard at New London Friday by winning the 'varsity race for the fifth consecutive time and showing that they would probably have won the four oared race but for a mishap. Since these contests began in 1876 Yale has been successful In 18 races and Harvard in eight. Joe Pearson, the crack runner of the Spokane Amateur Athletic club, not only demonstrated Saturday that he is the fastest sprinter In the north west, but added laurels to his record by breaking the record In the 220 yard dash, and winning the quarter mile in 50 3-6 seconds. He ran the hun dred yards in 10 seconds flat. Merritt of Spokane proved to be the fastest distance man on the ground, winning the mile and half mile, while Shearer of Spokane proved the best at the weights, winning the shotput, and getting second place in the hammer throw and tossing the 56 pound weight. Spokane won the re lay race. Portland got the best of the points with 60; Spokane had 51; Van couver 11. Competition was between the cracks of Washington, Oregon and British Co lumbia. The events occurred at Van couver, B. C., were under the sanction and governed by the rules of the North Pacific Amateur Athletic association. English Lad, ridden by Jockey Eddie Dominick of St. Louis, and owned by Fred Cook, also of St. Louis, won the St. Louis derby and a purse of $13,^45 In a gallop at the Fair Grounds Sat urday.