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Tba mnlaDnholf day ar com, Th aad't of the ycr. Of Wdillr.il wlod, and iiakM wooda, And mradowi browu and t're, JIH4 In tho bollowi of th ro, ' The autumn pvr IIh dad They ru itla to th tvldylnir gunV Arid to tht rabMt'a tr-a.l; Tha robin aud th wrn ar flown, Ari l from th thruba the jay, And from thti wood-top calls th crow Through til the gloomy day. WW are the flower, the fair yuunif flower, that lately sprang and atooJ In brighter Iltfht, and i-iltor alr, a bfaut'-ou ilatorhood? Ala ! they nre all In thhlr Rrav, the Kt-ntle race of llowera Are lying In their lowly beds, with the fair and good of oure. The rain Is falling where they lie, but the uld Novembt-r rtila Calls not from out the gloom earth the lovely onon again. The wlud-fUwor and the violet, thfy perUhed Ion ago, And the brlor-ro-o aud the orcbl.U died amid the numuier glow; Hut on the bill the Kolden-rod, and the aster In the wood, And the yellow aunflower by the brook in autumn beauty atood, Till the front from the clear cold heaven, a falls the plague on men, And the brightness 0f thulr smile was gone from uplitud, glade and glen. And now, when comns the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the njulrrel and the bee from out their winter home; When the sound of dropping nuts Is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle In the smoky llfht the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sttf bs to find them la the wood and ty the stream no more. And then I think of one who In her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blnsxom that grew up and faded by my side. In the cold, moist earth we laid her, when the forralM cast the leal, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief; Yet not unmeet it was that one, like that young friend of ours, bo gentle and so beautiful, should perluh with the flowers. William Cullen Bryant WON BY By T. DONSALL. I "Good-by, deafest! ' "Good-by!" i For the twentieth time Mark Jermyn uttered the words of farewell, and for the twentieth time the girl responded, but, realizing that the parting was not an ordinary one, they were loth to part even then. Years hence they might meet again; perhaps never I "And, dearest, you'll remember, If the recollection of me ever stands In your light, you're to forget I existed. Promise me that!" The girl looked Into the earnest face bending over her, into the depths of the grave, brown eyes. ' ... "I cannot," she said softly. "More over, is it necessary? Is It what you would do were you in my place?" Her logic was unanswerable, and he sighed. "If you were the only child , of some body next door to a millionaire," she went on, "and your father forbade you to marry anyone who was not wealthy while you really, loved one poor as a church mouse, would yon give up with out a struggle? Of course you wouldn't, Mark. You'd wait and , wait, and hope!" , "But waiting doesn't always bring wealth," broke in Jermyn, "especially in the musical profession. Why did my father ever destine me for his own V he added, bitterly." I "Because it's what you're most fit ted for," Elsie Renton replied. "Mark, dear, you're going to be a great man." He waived away her words with a ismile and another kiss. "You flatter me, sweetheart," he said, "although . it's true my father was far from being a mediocrity. He changed his name on marriage, and died when I was only five years old. But his existence really ended, so far as the world was concerned, when he forsook, his old name, for he never composed a single thing after." "How strange!" remarked the girl, wonderingly. "And what a terrible ex . ample to you, dearest." "You may think so. Of course, I was too young to know much then, and never heard how it all happened, for my mother soon followed my father." ' "And his name before was?" "Wegar Mark Wegar one of the foremost composers of his time! A couple of years later Mark Jer myn was in London. It seemed much longer since he had parted from Elsie Renton in Paris, where they had been fellow students at the Conservatoire; tehe. for the sake of finishing a musical education, he because he had his fu ture living to consider. In Paris the girl had been free from the hidebound conventionalities of home, and her doting parents would doubtless have been horrified had they known she had dared to regard some one with affection. The two had part ed; he to work for a name and she to enter society. And now he was In London, his fame haying preceded him, and Mark Jer myn, the celebrated pianist, was an- nounced to make his debut before the most critical audience in the world Knrress had not. SDOilt him. and he "s remained the same mode3t man that .Had held Elsie's hand in hi3 two years Eince; deeply, madly, in love with her ' ..111 O ,w 1 J i I I n bull. . ocvciui luues one nau wi'iieu to him, and with her last letter in his pocket as a talisman, he faced the feager crowd that evening. The periormance was a success Mark Jeraiyn's reputation was more than upheld and he quickly became the lion of the hour. Invitations from the highest in the land literally show ered upon him, so numerous, that they would have taken years to respond to all, one of the earliest coming from THE FLOWERi A TUNE. 4 the Rentons offering a princely fee for a short recital at a forthcoming "At Home." To this Jermyn stiffly replied that he only accepted social engage ments. An answer soon came alter ing the tone of the invitation, and a day or two later, he found himself about to meet hi3 loved one once more. The place was already thronged with guests when he arrived, but Elsie was the first to greet him, and as he took her hand he would have knelt down there and then and kissed it, had not decorum forbade. She welcomed him gayly, and he felt all at once the hap piest of mortals, for a Bingle look served to tell him he held her heart still. "I'm hostess for the moment," she observed. "Let me take you to mother." He followed her, and a little later was being introduced to Mrs. Renton. "Mr. Jermyn, mother!" The stately lady addressed, looked up, and as she saw his handsome, clear-cut features, started. "Mr. Jermyn? ah, yes. of course! Your appearance seems familiar. But then, aren't your photographs all over London?" she asked. Mark bowed, but guessed by her tone that she had never seen his por trait. He sauntered aimlessly about, con versing first with one and another, till at length he found himself addressing the host himself. And Jermyn was agreeably surprised; Elsie's father was not nearly bo formidable as he had pictured him to be; on the contrary, his attitude toward the young lion of the season was courtesy and geniality itself. "Ah! my daughter tells me she met you in Paris," he remarked. "One of the first to discover your genius, I be lieve? Elsie's a dear girl, my dear sir!" "She Is" assented Mark, earnestly. "Always a dutiful girl, and jze worth the winning," continuedMr. Renton, briskly. "It's a pity we're to lose her so soon but there! the meO the men! I was young myself once." "You mean some one will fall in love with her?" queried Jermyn, anxiously. "Has fallen in love. Scores of them. By the way, there she is with Lord Mapleson." Mark Jermyn turned and followed the other's glance to where Elsie stood talking with the man he had noticed but a few moments before. "Are they ?" "Engaged, my dear sir, engaged. And to be married shortly. My wife's a wonderful woman; she's arranged it all!" Mark's first impulse was to flee, but he resolved to learn the truth from Elsie's lips first. At last he caught her glance, following her into a small ante-room leading from one of the principal apartments. Wherlthe door closed, he took her hand, and looked into her eyes. "Elsie," he asked. "Is It true?" She avoided his gaze. "Is what true?" she murmured. "That you're engaged to Lord Maple son?" Her eyes filled with tears and Bhe turned toward -him passionately. "No!" she said vehemently. "He's asked me frequently, but I've always refused. But mamma insists, and the rumor we're engaged is about already. Oh, Mark! Mark!" With an out stretching of her arms that was irre sisitible; "what's to be done?" He took her into hi3 arms. "You love me, what is to prevent our happiness?" "Mother she insists. Father, I know, would rather I married a man of my choice." "And I insist on you marrying me!" he rril f-arne.Mly. "That in. If you're niKing to beeom tho wife if a non entity?" She looked up quickly. "Who in the nonentity?" she asked. "You, tho lever artist or" with a gesture of disdain "Irni Maploaon?" "Then, darling," ho cried, "if your mother will not consent, It must bi a runaway match. You're sure you don't mind intru.sting your happiness to mo?" "No, indeed, Mark, no! I love you, oh! heaps moro than I did two years ago, and tliat'a noun-thing, isn't it?" Ho admitted that it was, and kissed her, when someone calling Elsie, she hp.d to leave. Mark strolled back to the drawing room with a lighter heart. Someone was asking Mr. Renton whether Jermyn was to play; the host shrugged his shoulders, but the musi cian at once interrupted with the re mark be should only be too delighted. A move was made to the piano, while all voices were hushed as it became known that the great Jermyn was at the instrument. Ho ran through sev eral of his better known things in succession, playing as he had never played before, hia audience spellbound and enraptured. The applause at his conclusion, unlike most drawing-room applause, was for once sincere. Mr. Renton was profuse in hia thanks, and then his less genial wife inquired a3 a special favor, whether he would give them a novelty. "A novelty?" repeated Mark, anx ious to please his prospective parent. "Ah, yes! I had almost forgotten. To day's the twenty-second, isn't it? There Is one thing I only play once a year, and always on the twenty-second of this month." The last notes of the song were grad ually dying away, when all at once there was a tense scream from a dis tant corner of the room. All turned and saw that Mrs. Ren ton had fainted. A few days later Mark Jermyn call ed to inquire after Mrs. Renton, whom it was understood was seriously ill. The young fellow was at once shown into Mr. Renton's study, where the millionaire greeted him cordially. "My dear Mr. Jermyn," he said, "you're the very man I wish to see! You remember the effect your wonder ful playing produced on my wife the other evening?" "Unfortunately," responded the fa mous musician. "Believe me, I'm ex ceedingly sorry." "It's not your fault, my boy," he answered kindly. "The event has brought something to light which I hope may mean your happiness. I have learned that my daughter loves you." "Yes," responded Mark, quietly. "And I love her too." "Just so, just so! What I was going to say was this; my wife, it appears, was once engaged to your father." Mark Jermyn looked up in astonish ment. "Yes," continued Mr. Renton, "and from what I can hear of course, this is in confidence between you and me it broke Mark Wegar's heart. My wife jilted him for myself, and it seems that, out of pity, In afterward married a cousin whom he discovered had been in love with him for years. The air you played the other evening was one of Wegar's compsitions, was it not?" "Yes," replied Mark. "My father left me the manuscripts, with the in junction it was only to be played on the twenty-second of November in each year the anniversary of what I could never make out." "Ah! my wife recognized the theme; it was the old love song he used to play to her and of which she had been so fond. The date you mention was the one on which she broke off the engagement. Old memories came back to her, and and " "Say no more, sir, it's a painful sub ject." "To be sure, to be sure! My wife wishes me to tell you that, although she broke your father's heart, she has no wish to break either yours or her daughter's. We are both willing you should marry Elsie." Someone opened the door just then, and Elsie Renton, seeing Mark, threw herself into his arms." New York News. Wive Who Tllp. Hundreds of thousands of men havt had a lifelong weary struggle, and their brilliant talents have yielded on ly a tithe of the harvest they were en titled to, and many have come to the bankruptcy court because their wives have not been "able to get on" in the place and with the people among whom his business and professional lines are cast. Happy the man who marries a wife gifted with that large charity which covers up a multitude of her neigh bors' transgressions! A kind heart, a tactful tongue, and a determination to play a true part ner's part in avoiding cliques, quar rels, and sets a woman of these quali ties Is, indeed, a "gain" to any man. New York News. In some German cities it is custom ary to fee the street car conductors, who are thus enabled to add from four to six dollars a month to their in-conre. LIFE ON TRAINING-SHIP. MCOROUS ROUTINE TO WHICH THE "LANDSMEN" ARE SUBJECTED. CmUre of the I'rulrU New jitui I'mler VThUh llrirulte wllh No Training Are 1'rrpnrnl for Naval f ervlce I'rnl. Unii l.lrh Ilia Omc.it Have to 1 . Given a farm-hand, a clerk, a boy of the Btre.eta. an Idle son, a plalnaman, and a North Carolina mountaineer to produce six sailor men of the first latis, prwud of themselves, their ship, and their service, is the problem put be fore certain oflUers of the United States navy. The problem la presented to them In bulk instead of in detail; in place of hIx, six hundred. Perseus ashore had an opportunity to observe the progress the officers in trusted with the problem are making when the cruiser Prairie tame into this port last week with 450 lubbers (rctcd landsmen) aboard, after a six months' cruise of Instruction and train ing through the West Indies and the Caribbean sea. Tho work has been thorough, and the resuiis have justified the pains. Out of raw lumps of human ity, absolutely undisciplined, for tho most part as ignorant of its first prin ciple as human being may well be, the Hlevr lmrrassed officers of the Prairie have developed quick, smart youngsters, lively cn their feet, with keen minds that jump at tho curtly 6poken word of command. Under the old laws governing the enlistment of men in the United States nuy, a "landsman" (the lowest grade of enlisted man) could only be employ ed in the galley. The regulations specifically provided that a landsman must be a cook. Under these conditions the service did not offer many attrac tions to the man who had no sea train ing. His chance for becoming a petty officer was practically nil. It frequently happened that a landsman during the term of his enlistment never touched a rope, or learned his way about the ship. He never got on deck except when he was ordered up from his pots and crocks for a breath of fresh air. Since the war with Spain, there haa been instant and pressing need of men to man the ships in commission. The system of school-ships has not been able to turn out apprentice-boys in suf ficient numbers to fulfil the needs of the service. Ic was these conditions that brought about the present method of increasing the quota of enlisted men by taking in healthy young men, with certain physical qualifications, shipping them 'to sea, and making sailors of them by the force of precept and ex ample. The theory of instruction Is like the theory of musketry-fire direct and ricochet. The day's routine on a training ship is a thing to strike terror to the heart of a boy who goes to sea to loaf at his ease on clean white decks! Yet the clear-eyed boys on the Prairie have thriven on the, work, and are ten pounds heavier to the man than they were on the day, six" months back, when the ship steam-id out of Hampton Roads. After turning out, stowing ham mocks, and breakfasting, the day's real work begins at eight o'clock, when all hands are piped to "scrubbing routine." On Mondays the lads have a soapsuds and hot water battle with their clothes. On Tuesdays they add the grace of cleanliness to their hammocks, mat tress covers, and bags. Windsails, screens, boat covers, and all other can vas gear get an overhauling on each Wednesday in the month. Clean boats, scrub all gear and paintwork, is the order of th3 day on Thursday. Clothes get another douse on Fridays, and Sat urdays are "general cleaning days," though it is hard for a shore-going man to understand what is left to clean after the week's work. After inspection at 9.30 o'clock comes setting-up exer cises, or over the masthead; the lat ter to familiarize the boys with the rig ging, and to enable them to find their way about aloft. The rest of the day is devoted to infantry and artillery drill, boat and sail drill, aiming drill, seamanship, lead, logwheel, and com pass instruction, arm and away boats, collision drill, fire quarters, signal (night and day), and gunnery instruc tion. At least once every three months the boys are exercised at night quar ters, nieht fire quarters, and "man overboard." The days in port were all the same On a day when the wind had died out, and the fiat glassy waters of the an chorage off Tompkinsville gave back the sides of the ship in a Eteely shim mery gray, and the shrouds and rigging line for line, the youngster were clus tered along the port rails under the awnings in the waist of the ship. They looked over the sides at the liberty men in their best blue muster gear running lightly along the boom that projected from the side cf the ship and dropping into the waiting boat. They berated their own hard luck with forecastle fluency and point. Some of them played cards, sitting with their bare legs crossed and wagering cigar ettes on their skill. Six men lay asleep, every one with his head in the lap of another. The seventh man at the top of the line sat upright sewing a patch on what might be termed architectural ly the rear elevation of a pair of white trousers. He used his needle with sin cerity and a free-hand visor. The of ficer of tho d'M-k atcod at tli h rangway and rej:riS-d bin ti; dad f.Riire di.consn.it( :ly. "That's the woiHt of -.-r. here," he said. "It wasn't I 1-. i it i : rt thin in Cuba; yet we aren't a break out a white uniform oa inn :u we tny at tbla place." HAndllng tho Sails. Ho glanerd aloft at thetr.;. hang ing loose from the yardtt, ami walked over to tho boatswain: "Mitchell, get the first and third divi sions aloft to furl topr,aila." Tho long, keen whistle ran along th decks disturbing the little groups of cardplayers and sleepers, each of which yi'dded a boy or two to the barefooted crowd who came pattering alon;r to tho main rigging. A boy dropped through to a grating on tho berth deck, swing ing clear of the companion ladder, and ran through the bowels of the rhlp shrilling: "On deck the first and third divisions to furl topsails." Away forward down in the recesses of the quarters a concertina stopped automatically in tho middle of a plain tho note and presently the boys' came tumbling up, some of them rubbing tho sleep out of their eyes, but sharp set for the work in hand. The deck waa a babel of busy sounds and de tached jargon. The bosun worked hia hopeful pupils without stint. "Get that buntline clear. Stand by to hoist away smartly when I sing out." The beys stood at their stations un der the port bulkarks waiting like ter riers in leash for the word. It came sharply: "Stand by to go aloft." They swarmed up over the rail anl awnings, and liko sprinters got "s.'t" for the race up the yard. A yellow headed urchin stood on deck lookinft up the tarred slope of rigging wist fully. One of the youngsters perched on the ratlines called down tauntingly: '13 mamma's boy afraid to go up?" 'Naw, I ain't. You wait till I cast my shoe3 loose." He was perched alongside his fellows in an instant. "Now, doggone you, I'll beat you up." The whole lot of them raced awa towards the "lubber's hole," slipping and scrambling. The bosun let out a roar of protest that could have been heard against a gale. , "Lay down, you young swabs; lay down from aloft there. What in the name of brimstone and hot pitch do you mean, going aloft till you get the word?" The youngsters como down shame facedly until the cry "lay aloft," when they raced away again. They laid out on the yards with the nonchalance of old hands, and got the sails stowed without a boggle. They came dropping down to the deck laughing and jok ing. Mr. Caperton, the executive officer. stood on the quarterdeck and watched them with pride and pleasure. "It has been amazing," he said, "the way those lads have 'found' themselves. They know what to do and how to do it. Six months ago none of them knew how to get aloft, nor what to do when they got there." After leaving New York, the Prairie cruised for two months on the coast of Maine, giving her landsmen a pol ishing touch before they were drafted on the big ships of the navy, rated as ordinary seamen and first-class fight ing men. Edward Lowry, in the New York Post. Fooling the Crowd. A quiet young fellow emerged from a hotel in Liverpool recently and be gan poking in the earth with his cane. Of course, a bystander saw him and asked what he was about. "I'm looking for a sovereign," waa the answer. The questioner was interested, and, procuring a long stick, fell to digging also. A second man did likewise, and others followed suit till at least 40 in dividuals joined in the search. Umbrel las, canes, and boot-oes were brought :. into requisition and stirred up the dust to such an extent that the air resound ed with a chorous of sneezes, while the policeman nearly went distracted in his fruitless endeavors to disperse the crowd. Finally some one remembered to ask the quiet young fellow how he happened to lose the coin. "Oh, I didn't lose any," he replied, calmly. "I just thought I might find one if I kept on looking, that's all." Then each separate member of . that party of volunteer searchers went si lently away, and the quiet young fel low sat down and smiled till he was red in the face. Tit Bits. Ill Omen from Chine Mild Weather, Indications are not wanting that there is to be a second crop of lichees this year, the trees in the interior hav ing again flowered. As a consequence, many wild rumors are in circulation, and pestilence, rebellion and war are foretold. A parallel Is pointed to in the case of the Taiping rebellion, which was preceded by a double crop of lichees. Signs of the times point to a great rebellion in China, and compli cations between Russia, France, Eng land and Japan are inevitable. Hong Kong Daily Press. The barometer rises higher at Ir kutsk, ifl Siberia, than anywhere else in the world.