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MEMORY AND THE FULL MOON.
0 nights of silver memory, O nights!
Here st this casement, at: of old, I stand
And greet the moon at full, flooding the land
With mystery and unmeaaured dream delights,
►ut they who with me gar.ed on those green
heights.
Distanced in moonlight, while the night wind
bland
Bare incense from deep forest altars fanned,
Ah, whither gone, with giddy seasons' flights?
Intenser then of old thy burning orb,
Thou planet lone in star forgetting skies!
Each ray from thee with tender purport
unites.
Bay, didst thou not those love lit souls absorb,
Wherefore thy spfendnr aches again9t mine eyes?
O nights of silver memory, O nights!
—Edith M. Thomas in Harper' B Bazar.
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J | How the Harvest Mice Built T
1 i Their Home. X
; ! BY MARY ELLIOT. X
Little Mrs. Harvest-Mouse loved a
hedge bottom. She always said It was
more private than the open field, and
also she thought about the farmer and
how he comes to cut the corn, but
leaves the long, 6tlff grass In the hedge
bottom safe and standing when the
corn la all carried away to the barn.
So when Mr. Harvest-Mouse began to
talk to Mrs. Harvest-Mouse about
where to build their home she hogged
him to choose the long, stilt grass in
the hedge bottom rather than the corn
In the field. That Is how It happened
that their tiny nest was built between
the grass stems, and they built It very
cunulngly of narrow blades and hits ot
feather or any soft and bending stuff
that they could find, and they fixed
them all In such a clever way that at
last a wee round nest no bigger than a
cricket ball was fixed high up among
the stiff green stalks as If It grew there
by Itself. It was soft and light and
very thin, so the summer air blew gent
ly through and kept It nicely aired.
The taller grasses standing round
about hid It from the hawks, and a lit
tle bindweed then grew up and helped
them. It twined around the stems and
twisted Its tendrils from one to anoth
er, then hung Its tiny hells about and
made a merry gardeu near the nest.
Mr. Harvest-Mouse wus very pleased
when all was done and felt happier
still when eight little baby mice were
snug and safe Inside. They fitted Into
the soft, round ball quite perfectly,
which shows how wee tlicy were.
And now through the hot summer
days, while Mrs. Harvest-Mouse was
busy with the children, Mr. Harvest-
Mouse was running here and there col
lecting news for his wife uud files and
other food for himself and for Ills fam
ily. What a gay, clever, little mouse
he was, and as for her, she was the
quickest, daintiest little lady In the
land, and Bhe taught her children to he
quick and dainty too. She also taught
them to be good, though what she
would have done had tlicy been
naughty I cannot tell, for there was
not a corner In the house to stand them
In.
She ran nimbly all about the outside
of the nest, and when the little ones be
gan to bite each other's tails for fun
she patted gently through the open net
work of the walls and told them how
their long tails would be useful when
they came to climb the tall, stiff grass
es in the green and mazy world of the
hedge bottom where they lived. And
the bindweed quite agreed In what she
said, for It knew the value of a tall to
hold by.
One warm evening the little mother
sat on the top of her little round house,
while Mr. Harvest-Mouse was chatting
with a neighbor in the corn close by,
and then it was she told the children a
great deal about the world. She told
them how as she sat there she could
ace the green grass blades bending over
her and a sweet bindweed bell swing
gently under the weight of a bumble
bee. She said that far away, quite high
above the bindweed hells, quite high
above the grass blades in the hedge
bottom, even higher than the corn,
there was blue, blue sky. She could
aee patches of It now as she looked up
through their tangled screen.
The tiny mice Inside the neßt got rest
less at the very thought of that, and
they asked her to get a bit and poke It
through for them to see.
"You silly, silly ones," she said, "there
arc great things that you cannot under
stand In the big world, and one of them
Is the blue, blue sky. It Is only to look
at, not to touch, and some day you will
learn that It comes with the sunshine
and goes when It rains. A lark once
told me that he loved It even more than
the green world, for though the sweet
grass cools his breast and holds his
nest and his little ones, yet the blue,
blue sky 1b quite full of Joy and goes
far up above the farmhouse smoke and
above the hawks and is wider than the
widest field, and though he were to
sing his heart out from dewy dawn to
sunset be could never till it all with
music. Oh, the big blue sky Is very
wide, Indeed, and very far away, as
you will see one day when you are
strong and quite grown up."
Just then a gnat flew by, and Mrs.
Harvest-Mouse sprang up and caught
It and gave It to the children through
the wall, for though she talked about
the sky she knew that they were hun
gry and saw the gnat and caught It
cleverly.
And now that the sun wns getting
low Bhe talked about the winter. She
said as surely as the night came on
when the daylight died away so surely
would the winter come when summer
time was ended.
What could the winter be? the chil
dren thought, and one wee mouse made
l>old to say he did not care, and It
might come any time for him. He hnd
Just caught and eaten a tiny fly that
had crept through the network of the
nest, and be would catch and eat the
winter, too, no doubt. Why not? He
was getting strong and bold enough for
anything.
His mother gave a pat where his lit
tle ear showed pink between the grass
es and silenced all his silly talk at once
and then went on to tell how the win
ter was as far beyond their thinking as
the blue, blue sky was high above their
heads.
"The warm, soft wind that rings our
bindweed bells," she said, "and makes
sweet music in the grass will turn to
cold and bitter blasts that will blow
the leaves about, and then the bells
will wither one by one and fall away,
and the grasses will turn quite dull and
dry and rub against each other with a
shrill and fearsome sound as the wind
sweeps up along the hedge bottom."
At that the little mouse, whose ear
was tingling still, felt frightened, and
he quivered while his mother talked
and wondered what would come of it.
She knew just how he felt, and now
she gave him comfort and advice about
the future, and she told them all what
they must do. "For," said she, "the
winter is too great and strong for tiny
creatures like ourselves, and so while
the big world and the hedge bottom are
bearing the cold weather we may sleep
quite peacefully, each in a tiny hole,
until the winter time is over and the
summer comes again. You must seek
your holes when the light time comes
and the!* be sure to curl your tails well
in to keep them from the frost."
They ail squeaked a little promise to
remember what she said and not think
they knew better, and then they whis
pered softly to each other of the great
world and the sky and the winter time
and how quite soon they should be
grown up mice. And while they talked
and chattered merrily, catching ilics
from time to time and trying who
could be most clever and saying how
much they had grown since yesterday
Mr. Harvest-Mouse came home and
rubbed noses with his wife with a
grave and anxious air, for he brought
bad news from the corn close by. The
hawk had come and caught their kind
ly neighbor, Mr. Field-Mouse. But this
he said quite gently, sitting close to
Mrs. Ilarvest-Mouse, lest the little ones
should hear. "Ah," she said and heav
ed a sigh, "how glad I am we chose the
long, stiff grass in the hedge bottom
rather than the corn in the field!"
"Yes," said he; "we did well to choose
the hedge bottom." And with that he
ran about the nest and counted his
eight children anxiously and scolded
them a little then wept a-huntlng
for his supper till by and by the quiet
night came down ami settled on the lit
tle family and all was peace and dark
ness for awhile.—Black and White.
Better Than Ilnbher Heels.
Every one knows that when soldiers
cross a bridge they are ordered to
break step so that the regular vibration
of so many feet shall not endanger the
safety of the structure. An army sur
geon of France discovered that the
brain jar due to long marches in regu
lar step is as trying on the human
frame as such marching is on the struc
ture of a bridge. To the regular repeti
tion of a shock to bones and brain
caused by this uniform and long con
tinued marching are due the peculiar
aches, pains and illness of the troops.
On a one day march, he says, this
shock is repeated 40,000 times, and of
ten the strongest men who can walk
the same distance without trouble
when not in line succumb to the strain
in two or three days. Therefore this
surgeon proposed as a remedy the use
of rubber heels. This device has been
tried in the French infantry with great
success.
But our army has a better plan than
that. We simply break step with the
command "route step." At this gait
the men march in columns of fours at
the rate of .'J to 3Me miles an hour. They
carry their pieces at will, keeping the
muzzle elevated. They are not required
to preserve silence nor to keep the step.
And that's why the American army
doesn't wear rubbers.—New York Press.
Rural England a Land of SOUK.
The love of song is strong as ever
among the agricultural folk of Eng
land, and at the harvest home supper
there is always plenty of melody of a
s>rt, says a London newspaper. The
old ballads and songs of the peasantry
as found in broadsides and manu
scripts are full of character. In the
great majority of cases the authorship
of these poems is unknown. One of
the old favorites for recitation at coun
try festivals used to be a dialogue be
tween a husbandman and a serving
man, and Mr. Bell in his collection of
poems and ballads says he heard this
on one occasion recited at Selborne by
two countrymen, who gave it with con
siderable humor and dramatic effect.
They delivered it in a kind of chant or
recitative.
Curious Medical Case.
A curious case occurred in one of the
Paris hospitals which excited much
comment in medical circles. Some
time ago a woman named Legros, 55
years of age, was found lying in the
road in a state of insensibility and ab
solutely rigid* She was removed by
the police to the hospital, where for
three weeks she remained in the same
state. The doctors then decided that
she was dead and had been so since
she was found, the preservation of her
body being due to the amount of alco
hol she had imbibed.
Wronff Dhucnoaln.
A song with the title "There's a Sigh
In the Heart" was sent by a young
man to his sweetheart, but the paper
fell into the hands of the girl's father,
n very unsentimental physician, who
exclaimed:
"What wretched, unscientific stuff is
this? Who ever heard of such a case?"
no wrote on the outside:
"Mistaken diagnosis; no sigh in the
heart possible. Sighs relate almost en
tirely to the lungs and diaphragm!"
There Wu a Mistake.
"I think," ha began as he bolted a
pedestrian, "I think I made a mistake
with the cabman who drove mo to the
Corcoran Art gallery. I.am quite sure
I gave him a $lO bill, but he must have
mistaken It for a $2 bill."
"And you hope to find him again?"
asked the man of the stranger to the
city.
"Why, yes, I have hopes."
"Well, you are about as green as they
make 'em. That cabman deliberately
swindled you out of many dollars."
"I can hardly believe It. He looked
so honest aud truthful that I—I"
"That you ought to have asked him
to hold your watch and the rest of your
money! My dear old Josh from the
cornfields, let me say"—
At that minute a cab rattled up, and
the driver dismounted and said:
"See here, old man. there Is a mis
take. You probably meant to give me
a $2 bill, and I thought It was one when
I gave you $1 In change."
"But I think It was a ten, my friend."
"No; it was a twenty, and I have
been driving about for half an hour to
find you and restore the money. Here
It Is."
"And what was It you were going to
say to your dear old Josh from the
cornfields?" asked the old man as he
turned to the wise person.
But the wise person was there no
longer. He was flying for a car as If
running for his life.—Washington Post.
Green Not Reatfnl to the Eyes.
It seems as though cherished notions
were no sooner on nn apparently firm
foundation than some Inconsiderate
Iconoclast comes along and throws
them down. People have for many
years supposed that the color green
was restful to human eyes and have
been referred to the green grass and
green foliage that nature has been so
prodigal with for the benefit of wearied
vision.
Now, according to a German profess
or of Berlin, nature wasn't thinking
of human eyes when she made her pro
fuse verdant display and that her col
or scheme was carried out absolutely
regardless of the visual needs of hu
manity. Me says that green does not
protect the eye, and he denies that It
has any beneficial effects whatever.
He declares that green paper, green
shades, green glasses, green decora
tions and green umbrellas are all a
mistake and that by Increasing the
green light we nre simply provoking
a nervous disturbance.
He says that eacb of the colors tires
a different set of nerves of vision, and
therefore looking at one particular col
or saves one set of nerves at the ex
pense of another. The best method,
he says. Is to dim all of the rays of
light by smoked or gray glasses, which
rest all of the optic nerves.—New York
Herald.
Safe Way to Watch Flghta,
The colonel and I sat talking under a
shade tree In front of the town post
office when a dogfight started down the
street.
"Come on!" I said as I sprang up.
"Come this way," replied the colonel
as he seized my arm and drew me Into
a doorway.
"But I want to see the dogfight," I
protested.
"Yes, I reckon you do, but you also
want to keep clear of the shooting."
"Why should there be any shooting?"
"Because one dog has got to lick t'oth
er, and the owner of the licked dog
ain't goln to let It rest that way. There
they go!"
Ten minutes later we stepped out, to
find one man lying on the ground with
two bullets In him and some people
carrying away a second with half a
dozen.
"Dogfights are bewtiful affairs," said
the colonel as we walked away, "but
the safest way to sec one In Kentucky
Is to wait till It's all over and the dead
carried off."—Chicago News.
Pat Money Aside.
Take 10 cents to the nearest avail
able savings bank and deposit It to
your credit. Keep it up until you have
a dollar.
Don't wait to do this until you have a
situation. Do it now. If you have
change for car fare, walk. /
This Is the only way to save money.
If you wait until your salary Is raised,
or until you happen to have an errand
near the savings bank, you may be
dead before you lay by a cent
There Is only one way to save money.
That Is to begin now.—New York
Journal.
A Little Short.
At one of the railway construction
works In Glasgow the other day a cler
gyman who takes a great Interest In
the members of his flock engaged at
the cutting saw one of them entering a
drinking place. He hailed him. but
Pat simply looked and walked lu.
Waiting till he came out, the reverend
gentleman accosted him thus, "Pat,
didn't you hear me calling?"
"Y'es, your ravrince, I did, but—but
I had only the price of one!" Ex
change.
Conldn't Do the Impo.Hlhle.
No, the citizen would positively not
buy any of the hair restorer.
"Do you think you can make a mon
key of uie?" he hissed, with asperity.
"Oh, not at all," replied the vender
cheerfully. "We don't pretend to lie
able to restore the hair lost In the proc
ess of evolution!"
An Innocent bystander cracked a
faint smile, but otherwise all was still.
—Detroit Journal.
An Odd Epitaph.
A visitor to a cemetery at South Ver
non, N. 11., will find the following upon
a gravestone there:
Ob, be she went, and am ahe gone
And lefl poor I here all alone?
Oh, cruel fate, to be so blind
To take she 'fore and leave I 'hindl '
Her can never come back to we,
But ua must surely go to ahe.
Another Romance Spoiled.
"Tell a good story and stick to It,"
Is an old maxim that Is Illustrated lu a
story that Is going the rounds along
tlio Ulalto. A certain well known
actor floated Into his home one morn
ing about 2 o'clock. The wife of his
bosom was waiting up for him. He
told her he had been out all the even
ing with one of their friends, Charlie
8., and then related an interesting
fairy story of how Charlie had taken
a crowd to supper, how funny Char
lie had been all the evening, how
well Charlie looked In his new suit,
how he said this, that and the other.
After telling a 15 minute story, to
which the gentle partner of his joys
and out of work periods listened with
respectful attention, but cynical mien,
he paused for breath. Then she, in a
confident now I've got you tone, said:
"That's a lovely romance you've been
giving me, and. I bate to spoil It, but
Charlie has been bere nearly all the
evening waiting to see you about an
engagement. He left only about half
an hour ago."
The teller of the tale looked rather
dazed for a tpoment as if he had been
struck. Then quickly gathering him
self together he assumed a bold front
with hands In his pockets, head thrown
back and, In defiant Innocence and em
phasizing each word, said:
"Well, that's my story, and I'm not
going to change it for anybody."—Clip
per.
Army Jokes With a Mornl.
"During the civil war," sukl an ex
army officer, "the authorities for some
reason were anxious to move troops up
the Tombighee river. Word was sent
to the engineer In that district asking
what It would cost to run up the Tom
bighee. That official got gay and re
ported that the Tombighee ran down
and not up. a Joke that promptly land
ed his head In the basket, as the mat
ter was serious.
"At*the boinbnrdnient of Charleston
it was extremely desirable to bring to
bear on the city an extra heavy gun
called by the men the Swamp Angel.
The gun took Its nnuie from the swamp
In which It stood, and to move it
through that boggy morass was an en
gineering feat of extreme difficulty.
However, the commanding officers were
determined to have the gun brought
Within range of Charleston and Issued
orders to that effect. At the same time
they sent word to the engineer having
the matter In charge of requisition
without* regard to trouble or expense
for anything necessary to accomplish
the desired object. Ills first requisi
tion called for men 2G feet 0 inches in
height Another officer promptly took
the matter In charge, from which It can
readily be deduced that It Is not a pay
ing Investment to make Jokes In the
army at the expense of your superiors."
—New York Tribune.
A Contrast In Cooks.
In an article contributed to a London
paper John Strange Winter, who has
been living for many months past In
Dieppe, compares the French to the
English cook, rnther to the detriment
of the latter. "In the French kitchen,"
she says, "there Is uo waste. It would
seem that the French mind dor's not
run to waste or revel in It as the lower
class English mind Invariably does."
The French cook will not only do a
bit of the housework, but she will do It
cheerfully and as a matter of course.
"You cannot buy your French cook too
many pans, and her soul loves copper
in her kitchen. Certainly an English
cook would grumble If she was expect
ed to keep a kitchen full of copper pans
bright and clean, but a French one has
them in a condition akin to burnished
gold. Iler pride Is gratified if her
kitchen walls are hung with these or
naments, and even if she does the
greater part of her small cooking in
little enameled pans she will dally rub
up the copper ones which hang on the
wall."
She Gueaied It.
He was descanting with vigor on the
exceptional quality of the dinners that
are served at one of the fashionable
clubs of Brooklyn at a very low figure
for a first class meal on Mondays,
Tuesdays and Thursdays. Equally
toothsome luncheons could be had on
other days of the week, but dinners In
course only on those days.
"And why on only those three days?"
queried the New Yorker, to whom the
delights of life in Brooklyn were being
rehearsed.
"Wash day. Ironing day and the girl's
day out," quickly responded one of the
ladies of the party. "That's no sort of
a conundrum to a woman who has over
had the care of a house. Better try a
harder one next time unless you hap
pen to be In a stag party."—New York
Times.
"All FUh."
Mrs. Thurlow says that Cardinal
Wiseman went to dine with some
friends of hers. It was Friday, but
they had quite forgotten to provide a
fast day dinner. However, be was
quite equal to the occasion, for he
stretched out his hands In benediction
over the table, aud said. "1 pronounce
all this to be fish." and forthwith en
joyed all the good things heartily.—
"The Story of My Life," by Augustus
J. C. Hare.
Mlsanderntood.
Uncle Reuben—l jes com' t' town t'
git a couple o' sideboards an tho't I'd
drnp In t' see you.
City Niece—Why, Uncle Reuben, what
do you expect to do with two side
boards In your house?
Uncle Reuben—Say, I'm talkln about
my farm wagon. What air you talkln
about?— Columbus State Journal.
Prussian blue does not come fo us
from Prussia. It Is a chemical product
of which England makes her full share.
Irish stew Is not an Irish, but an Eng
lish dish, and Turkish baths did not
originate In Turkey, but In Russia.
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Time table in effect April 18, 1807.
Trains leave Drifton lorJeddo, Eckley.Hazle
liriiok. btockton. Beaver Meadow Hoad, Koan
and Hazleton Junction at 6 30, 800a m. dailv
except Sunday; and 7 03 a in, 2 3$ p m , Sunday
Lrains leave Driltou lor Harwood.Crauberrv"
1 oinhickeu and Deringer at 6 30, 6 00 a m, daily
except Sunday; and 703 a m, 238 p m, Sun-
loave Drifton for Oneida Junotion,
Harwood Hoad, Humboldt Hoad, Oneida aucf
shepptop at uOO a m, daily except Sun-
uud i (Xi a m, 2 38 p m, Sunday.
i, j ll **' 118 ' oa .)! e Hazleton Junction for Harwood,
Cranberry, loiuhickcu and Deringer ato 36 a
ai, daily except Sunday; and 8 63 am, 422pm.
■>unday. K *
Trains leave Hazleton Junction for Oneida
Junction, Harwood Hoad, Humboldt Hoad
Oneida and Sheppton at ti 32.1110 a m, 4 41 D ml
dally except Sunday; and 7 37* am, 311 p m
sunoay. f*t
Trains leave Deringer for Tom hick n, Cran-
Hai wood, Hazleton Junction and Hoan
r ,5. 40 pm ' dal ly except Sunday; and ;• 87
a fH 1 ' P m ' Sunday.
Traius leave sheppton for Oneida, Humboldt
Hoad, liarwood Hoad, Oneida Junction, Hazle
ton Junction a:id Hoan at 711 am, 12 40 622
p m, daily except Sunday; and 8 11 a m! 3 44
P m, Sunday.
Trains leave Sheppton for Beaver Meadow
an f n Hazlo Brook, EckJey, J<jddo
mm a A . pm ' except Sunday;
he 8 11 a m, 3 44 p m, Sunday.
Trains (nave Hazleton Junction for Bearer
Meadow lload, Stockton, Hazlo Brook, Bcklcy.
Joddo and brifton at 6 46, 6SB p ni. dally
oxcopt Sunday; and 10 10 u in, 6 4U p m. Sunday.
All trains connect at Hazleton Junction with
oloctno cara tor Hazleton, Jtancevillo, Auden
ried and other point, on the 'J motion Com
pany's line.
Trains leaving Drifton at 5 80, 6 00 a m make
connection at Deringor with P. it. H. trains for
wilkesbarre. Sunbury. Ilarrleburg and point.
Per tlie accommodation of passcngersat way
stations betwoou Hazleton Junotiou and Der
inger, a tram win leave the former point ae
dSO pm, daily, except Sunday, arriving at
Deringer at 6 00 p m. *
LUTIIKK 0. SMITH, Superintendent,

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