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I Pass5511 ?Julia Cha ndlorPlc r © 4& M CLUIRE 1EW3PAPER 3YWDICAThV ,ýýI ýý,ill:" h t liI1'r~, II I1111 ! 1 ý 1,ý~ e ýIIV% - Ho Propped His Feet Comfortably on the Railing and Sat for an Hourc Thinking,. ''' '.:. ~\ ~ ; // ri~~~\ /..: Ho Propped His Feet Comfortably on the Railing and Sat for an Hour c Thinking, MIRACLE OF MOONLIGHT From his youth up greed had been an inherent quality of The Man. The son of parents in moderate circum stances, he made up his mind early in life that the only thing worth while was money, and occupied his thoughts with the time when he should become a man and begin acquiring it. When he began his adult life the de termination to attain great wealth had become so strong that it dominated The Man's life. He was energetic and honest, and life returned him a just reward, but he was neither satis fied nor happy. When he had begun his business life he took a certain very rich man for his standard, and made up his mind that life should yield him just as handsome returns, so that the com fort which his hard work had earned for him and for his family seemed of such small consequence that it never occurred to him as being worth a word of thanks to the God who had given him health of body and mind to make his own way with comparative ease in the world. As the years went on, and he was still very far from being a man of wealth, he looked upon the rich as liv ing in a charmed circle, and there came to accompany the envy and greed which had always lived in his heart a feeling also of bitterness. He declared that everything worth having could be obtained only with money, and so completely did he ig nore the returns which accrued to him from his own hard work that it came 1 about that be considered them no re- 4 turns at all, and a greater bitterness yet took possession of him. One day a clear-eyed friend who saw the way The Man was going pointed out to him that he was making a fool of himself. "You are po obsessed with the idea I of wealth that you are blind to your 1 blessings, man," said the friend. "Seek ye first the kingpm of God and his righteousness," quoted the friend. The Man looked at him in disgust. "The kingdom of God," he sniffed. I "Bah!" But when he was alone the memory i of the words haunted him. He had t heard them in his childhood days, but i they had been tucked away in some I remote corner of his brain for lo, these t many years. And now one of the few I friends who seemed to understand t him, in these, his money-mad days, I threw them into his teeth. The next day he wheeled suddenly t around in front of his friend. C "Where, when, and how is the king- I dom of God?" he demanded to know. t "Here, now," answered the clear- t eyed friend. "As to the' how, every a man must work that out in his own b souL" a It was evening. The Man was so a restless that he could not stay indoors. All day he had been evolving schemes b in his mind for making money. Tell. si ing his wife that he wanted to think e out some business matters in quiet id and did not want to be disturbed, he at pulled a comfortable chair to the far c4 end of the lare porch which sur. h rounded three sides of his suburban home; the end which commanded a view of the little valley which lay e between the house and the woods be. yond. Not that The Man cared about D the view. He had no time for views. He propped his feet comfortably on a the railing which runs around the e edge of the porch, and sat for an hour thinking of his scheme. The moon peeped up over the edge of the distant d trees, but The Man did not notice. d Little by little it climbed the heavens c -clear, and round, and full. Its light a clung to the valley which lay between *. The Man and the woods-a veil of silver white, and the trees beyond e projected fantastic shadows- out upon its soft and wondrous beauty. d It was like a prayer of quiet praise s to the God of The Man, and of the . world in which he lives. Gradually it d touched the consciousness of The Man f himself, sitting alone on the porch r scheming how he might become the a possessor of wealth. d It invaded his soul, and The Man o was not pleased at the invasion. He e wanted to think and scheme, and here, where he had thought to be able to s best concentrate his thoughts, he f found them driven from his mind by a silly thing like moonlight which a wrapped the little valley in its mystic I light. It so impressed itself upon The Man t that he forgot that for which he had adked to be left undisturbed. Gradual ly it was borne in upon him that it was something more than moonlight this thing which clung in such won drous beauty to the little valley-and he was quickened in his spiritual be ing into the rebirth without which we cannot'enter the kingdom of God. "The kingdom of God is here and now, and the how every man must work out in his own soul," he said, re iterating the words of the clear-eyed friend which had sounded like so much nonscn;-c to.him the day before. He was suddenly filled with a sense of strength; a sense of the love of his wife and children of which he had hitherto taken so little time to think; a sense of personal possession in all there is of beauty in the whole wide world; the peace and holiness of the moonlight by night: the radiance of the sunlight by day; the blue of the skies; the refreshment of rain; the loveliness and fragrance of flowers; the possession of everything there is in the world worth a single human thought-his without price and price less. Prayer-the first word of gratitude that had ever gone from him to his God-went out from the heart of The Man and mingled with the Spirit in the moonlight, and as it went, all there was of greed, of envy, of hatred, and of bitterness slipped away from him like a weighted mantle, and peace as infinite as that which held the Val ley in its thrall entered his soul for all time. And when those who had known him heretofore could not, upon occa. t alon, suppress all they felt of wonder concerning his transformation, The Man explained with some such phrase i as "miracle of moonlight," which of course they did not understand In theo least. ýýD pO ;U10 120 I IE palace type of modern Eu. rope was fixed when Louis XIv transformed his hunting box at Versailles into the stately cha teau which all the world knows. France nowadays dispenses with kings and emperors, but none th, less decrees a semiregal housing for her presidents. The Tuileries having been burned down, the only suitable remaining palace in Paris was the Elysee, and there the presidents of thel third republic have succeeded one an other, as indeed Napoleon III preced ed them, during thb brief period when i, he bore the name of president. ThI building, which is not large, was e,,re-. ed in 171 ý. Its architect being M.,olt. Mite dr l'otipadour inhabited it wheni L.ouis XV was king. l'nder Napo!eln it sheltered the great eml:cror hin:.,if for a while, aind then other memtbrs of his family; but the charm th.t atides in it comes from its frolicsot no days. If it is not overwhelmingly spl,n- i did, it is at least not imitative. It i:; the genuine outcom:e of local F'renthi raditlions, and belongs visibly to its 1 t:me and place in the world's history. In England there has been retained c for the king a palace which has ' evolved out of a medieval fortress and d still preserves many of its authentic ti features. Windsor is, in part-at least. e an ancient shell, adapted more or less satisfactorily to modern uses, says 0 Martin Conway in Country Life. It e ma:tors not that some of its more tI mr iieval looking features, such as the a Round Tower, are quite modern. It " is the effect of the whole that counts, the aspect of the total building in its bi place, and that is superbly suggestive gi of the ancient dignity and long tradi- w t!on which mnakes English life what ti It is and what the life of an English o1 king fitly represents, S. Palaces of Czar and Kaiser. YE Only at Moscow and Prague are con. Pt tinental monarchs housed in palaces sc even remotely corresponding to Wind- lil sor. The Hradschin, indeed, hardly th counts, for It is really the remains of ar a fortified city, the palace within it fit having been mainly rebuilt during the de sixteenth and following centuries, at though some fifteenth century parts th are preserved within It. With Mos- th cow it is otherwise. The Kremlin be- to yond question imposes itself upon a spectator as a great expression of wE Ruusta'v ipasti. aces, churches and national mttiI iº iý ' ij 4: ý ý ww. .e,"r:'"sy~qý a 00 0- : YKMs 'Ilk: ý° o:ýtsý Ys > 2 F y ` F > y, F yc a' k ments corresponds to the close union still existing between the government and the religion of the people. Moscow itself, however, is not the Russia of today; it is the Russia that has gone by. The czar may visit Mos cow; he does not live there. In and about Petrograd he has several pal aces: the Winter palace in the city, Gatchina, Tsarskole-Selo, and others, but Peterhof is the favorite, and Peter hot was built in 1720 by Peter the great and afterwards enlarged by Catherine II. Here the infueeqpe of Versailles is obvious and confessed. The profusion of fountains, and espe. cially the long canal leading straight away through the park from opposite the middle of the palace facade, are evident Versailles features, and plenty more might be cited. No less French in style are some of the Prussian palaces. The old Berlin Schloss, indeed, has a continuous his tory of building and rebuilding from the days of Elector Frederiok 11 in the fifteenth century, and though Freder ick, the first Prussian king of that name, intended to do away with all the work of his predecessors, his big scheme was not entirely carried out. u. I and some of the old survives, while all N' has a strong German flavor. at At Potsdam, however, under the or a ders of Frederick the Great, the Id French style obtained complete con ' trol and the new palace, founded after '` the close of the Seven Years war, is a r manifestation of the French leanings Ig and preferences of that remarkabli lC personage. This I, the favorite sum mer residence of tte court, and it was e here that Frederic -t Ill died after hi; brief and ineffectuali reign. The btild ing itself is not iarge as palaces go, but possesses the palatial air plainly .Hough. There is the central pavilion,. .urmounttd by a dome, flanked by tvw. orward reaching wings at the ends 0o lhe long connecting parts on eit ier i de of it. Francis Josef's Homes. The emperor of Austria is, perhaps. more richly endoweci with olt;cial r,~i dences than any otlho monarch except the king of Italy. .to seems to have a palace in every city in his kindlom. The important palaces at Vienna arc two, the Hiofburg, in the heart of the city and Schocnbrunn, in the suburbs. The former is the chief official resi dence, the latter the usual abode of the emperor when at the capital of the empire. The Burg is not imposing architecturally. It has been the site of the residence of Austrian princes ever since the thirteenth century, but they were small people at that time, and nothing remains of the building which housed them. What exists is an irregular assem blage of edifices of different late dates grouped about a number of courts, to which the public has aci.ess, so that there is a continual coining and going of people in every part. I have not seen the palace for more than thirty years, and my memory of it is vague. Ponderous decoration characterized some parts of it; others were barrack like In their plainness. It consisted then of a number of more or less sep arate residences for royalties and of ficials and of various offices and rooms devoted to the storage of state archives and the great library, while the Augustiner church, in which all the Hapsburgs are buried, is attached to it. The .Turks not many centuries ago were knocking at the gates of Vienna; tan falls within the limits of my scat tered subject. Needless to say, it has no architectural merit whatsover. nor any claims to respect on the grounds of antiquity. Since the time of Sultan Mahmud the Turkish palace that followed has itself been abandoned as a residence, and is only resorted to for certain state ceremonials; much of it in turn was burned down in 1863. It was built by Mohammed II, afid often added to in the most capricious fashion. The prin cipal entrance is the Sublime Porte. Within is nothing noteworthy except the Church of Saint Irene, which has been used as an armory. Here also are the mint, the treasury and other of. fices, as well as the halls of state, etc., difficult for a traveler to see, when I was there, and not (I am told) worth seeing. It is in the Dolmabaghcheh that the sultan actually lives, a long range of buildings, rather like the sea front of a row of houses, built of stone in a bastard Corinthian style, on the river-like shore of the Bosporus. In ternally it is a gaudy place, with much bright paint and gilding, plentiful stuc co ornament and cupolas of brightly. stained glass. Too Sour. Professor (opeland of Hlarvarri, a.i the story goe:i, reprov'ed his .*tudnt! for comining late to class. "This is a class in English c,,mposi tioli," he remarked n ith ;arcIm, 'not an afternoon tea' " A. the next moetiuts on girl \\as twenty minutes late. Professor t'olp' iand waited until she had taken her seat. Then he remarked bitingly: "'1ow will you have your tea, .1Is i Hrown ?" "w\\ithouit the leilon, please,"'' iss rownl a.nswered quite gently.--('hris tian Register. .A girl admires a tast youn;g man that is, if she has him .~o fast. that he can't po.-siblyv get away. 'T'robles and thlindelrclouds usually scIm Iblack in the distancii, Ibut row lighter as they alpplroach. 'IThe iilk of hiummnan kilnlpcss is, ,:.;i ally dlistrilb tttl in rather s :pil ('anls For r'lls use Hianford's Balsam. Ad v. \I,'triag rings at ~- l ;,, rnunu. oreun l#'du to o'' srtag' What is Castoria CASTORIA is a harmless substitute for Castor Oil, Paregoric, Drops and Soothing Syrup3. It is pleasant. It contains neither Opium, Morphine nor other Narcotic substance. Its age is its guarantee. It destroys Worms and allays Feverishness. For more than thirty years it has been in constant use for the relief of Constipation, Flatulency, Wind Colic, all Teething Troubks and Diarrhoea. It regulates the Stomach and Bowels, assimilates the Food, giving healthy and natural sleep. The Children's Panacea-The Mother's Friend. The Kind You Have Always Bought, and which has been in use for over 30 years, has borne the signature of Chas. H. Fletcher, and has been made under his personal supervision since its infancy. Allow no one to deceive you in this. All Counterfeits, Imitations and "Just-as-good " are but Experiments that trifle with and endanger the health of Infanta and Children-Experience against Experiment. Genuine Ca3toria always bears the signature of 'l , & Why She Went to Church. A devout old lady had become very Deaf, and, as her church was some dis tance from her home, decided to at tend another one, which was nearer. She spoke to the minister of the sec onud .hurch about it, and was cordially rcce 'ed and urged to come whenever possible "Ah, well," she said, "all churches lead to heaven, and as I have grown deaf and cannot hear any of the ser mon I thought I would attend your church." Steep the Sassafras. A St. Louis clergyman gloomily in forms us: "The images of the poet and the painter have ceased to charm us. We wast the realities. Hence the passing o i petiry. Sassafras tea in liberal doses, about this time of year, was formerly be lieved to be a sound remedy for the physical conditions which generate that state of mind. Varying Estimates. "I put my reliance in the wisdom of the plain people." said Senator Sor ghum. "But suppose the plain people do not happen to agree with you?" "Then I refuse to be influenced by the thoughtless crowd." Styles. Hill-I see the Atlanta convicts are no longer required to wear striped clothing. Jill-Perhaps that's (he reason some of the fashionable women are breaking c out in it. a There's a Reason. "Why didn't you laugh at the boss' joke, Bill?" r "Don't have to; I quit Saturday." When a man sings a woman's praise, she doesn't care whether he can carry i the tune or not. t Hits the Particular Southern Taste Long ago Yankee notions of cook ing gave place to the dainty, toothsome cookery of the South, and today in Boston, New York, Philadelphia or Chicago the honors for "extra good" items on a hotel bill of fare are shared between the skill of the Parisian chef and the dictation of the South ern housewife to her skilful "mammy." To match the culinajr skill of the South. land, a new, unique and ready-to-eat corn food was originated- Post Toasties The praise of Southern women for this delicious dish seems to indicate its great measure of success in a section where ex ceptional cookery is so common. If you are interested in something "sweet to eat," that requires no cooking, has a rich corn flavour, and carries a pleasing smack of satisfaction, why--order from your grocer a package of Post Toasties. The Superior Corn Flakes 'Invokes God's Reward For Pellagra Cure .Jumbo, ,Va.-.J. I. 1 't, 'white 'ri 4 "I want to Ihank o fur liihtt l.i.l e done for me Yoo' have euredl rmy .t ife God ble-s you in v,,ur w irk. I h.pe ,mn. day to 4ee you: if I never see you I hope to meet you in heaven. God , ill r',vird you for your grand and noble work." There is no longer any doubt that pel. lagra can be cured. Don't delay until t; i.; too late. It is your duty to consult t!h resourceful iaughn. The symptom.n hands red like aunburn, skin peeling off. orer mouth. the' :ip9, tihro'tt and ton.u,, a !iinrng red, ,with mucus ,'n " hitn,: in gr..ti,,n , :1 nausea. either dliarrh ,a or Cn-t ipt,.n The.re i. hope: g.O Jtarui'. 1,; "reV book on Pellat rt .nl l,'.,ru ,t,,i the remedy for Pell.!er, 1.1 . t -t 11 .. I found. .\,Allre, .mncr:c;rn C('oipunli:n Co., box 2-S7, .Japor, .A1., reuemw,crng lmoney i' r1eiiiili,. in .any -ca.e hre :hl. rernedlv fail to cure.-Adv. l.et o,? as imuch truth it a- ,I: aord as us.s-iblL. A Cinch. "y -My big brother is a printer," said 3. the boy who worked in a downtown t1 office. r. "That's nuthin' to brag about," re torted his bosom friend. y "Maybe it ain't, but it's mighty r handy just the same. When I want to go to a ball game. I get him to put s a death notice in the paper, so the a boss has got to believe I'm goin' to a funeral." Explained. Hubby came home from a club with his white waistcoat badly spotted. "How careless you are," said his wife. "Not at all," he replied. "You see, they didn't have any menu cards, and I knew you'd want to know what we had to eat." Reduced. "They're having a marked-down sale of shoes at Blank's." "I thought they prided themselves on never cutting prices." Who said anything about cutting prices? It's the sizes they've marked down." Flow of Language. "What a wonderful flow of language our friend has." "Yes." replied Farmer Corntossel. "But he don't use it for much except drownin' ideas." The Villain Outvillained. "I wouldn't trust him," she argued. "Neither would 1." assented the other girl: "he's as treacherous as a fountain pen." His Status. "That baseball player is an ugly mug." "He isn't. He's a pitcher." Love is one of the few things that is never displayed on a bargain coun ter.