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THE WRONG OF YESTERDAY. i ' j right wi-m nlwuy rleht I Al.1 wmug weri Hlwayii wrong, ( 'iiow riMtiv wo mUht . t io roll 1 W t n k alohif, With u'r h il'Hii t "I rMif.ti!nj; wl.ere Tho rlnt-iiiu n tn go, Vltb iniii l ''o!T nu t Hum to dam To try tu drug ui low; How glUutiy v?i uilgtit tnj.tl mh I linn uu l rtrong. If rUhl wr niwny4 rUlit A til nvrou r) wroii. Th wrntii ol yi'i itU? '1 omorrow mi In rttftit; "Tim worl 1 Mi. I li'ii ii Uf ehrtug ii t ')vr iiUht. i!elr-luter-t niny mrvii to rants Thl whl.-ii O-Iorp win wrong A thing of Ix-iuuy; for iU'x fnle W Join th) wuk or utroiur; Whu what wu Imi UI l"iy Or lieifi to brliu -light. Tli wrong ol jh-.rJtty Tomorrow may t right. ,F,. Kur. lu th Chicago I'.ocord Hur :vi' 5 . . , 5 A Hapy 1st! ( "Is, It not posdble, my dear Lettice," a J'd Miss Vynor, having tome to an of hf r stock of patience, "to find fcomo occupation that will employ your time more usefully and perhaps with less annoyance to other people?" "What would vou do auntie?" Ehe ;Kaid, her hands clasped behind her back, her curly browu head, a little on one Bide, as though it were considering a weighty subject, "what would you do, do you think, if you were to re ceive two offers by the same post, and ydf didn't like one any better than tyy other the people who sent them, I mean?" "I cannot if you re.7?r to proposals of marriage I cannot, at all imagine such a contingency," replied Miss Vy nor stiffly, stooping over her knitting to pick up a dropped stitch. "Surely, Lettice," continued Miss Vy nor, "you do not intend to tell me that you know of rny person of our ac quaintance who has compromised her selflso far?" "Veil, no, I can't say I do," an swered Miss Lett ice which was very true, in one way, lor she certainly did not mean to tell her aunt anything of the kind. "Then I think, my dear Lettice, that you might occupy yourself more pro .,, ?fably than in making these idle sup- sitions," said Miss Vynor. yYes, auntie, you're right, as usual. (,' see if I can't find something bet "Io," and Lettice gladly seized the VAmitv of escane from a eonversa- a that had seemed in danger of be coming too personal She ran lightly upstairs to her own room and, after carefully closing the door, drew from her pocket two envel , opes and settled herself in a chair to " tvteir contents, not for the flr3t -jr V odd they should both have '-written, and chosen exactly the same time," she said to herself softly. For quite a long time Lettice sat -with the letters before her, considering, lor she was in a serious difficulty. i like Humphrey Forde best, I do believe, but he's so grave and so quiet, and somehow it's too ridiculous but sometimes he seems almost afraid of me! Hi s voice quite trembled once or twice when he spoke to me the other day. A man can't be up to much if he's afraid of a girl! No, it must be Will Tiovwnrrt- ha is a dear bcv. so bright j Ii and full of fun, and ready to enter into everything; we are sure to get on well together!. And yet I'm half sorry." She pV'fi a quick little 6igh; then, rose, dew together her writing mater ials, and began to write. Only a brief message on each dainty sheet; it was all she could muster courage for. On one she wrote: "Come thi3 evening at 7," and addressed the envelope to W. Hevwood. Esq., and on the other, in asty, uncertain characters: "Forgive , -',', oh, do please forgive me, but I v-t!" !" Vt Vitcteps mounted the stairs to- rooni she thrust both notes Slopes and hid them hastily. ravf moment her aunt rapped at mi S J tVe door and entered. "I cannot say that I approve, re marked Miss Vynor, in her precise way, "of 'the habit that young people of the prf'Sf-nt day seem to have formed of spendfe? so much time in their own rapartments. In my own young days a bedroom was a bedroom, and was not intended to be used as a sitting room also; and it appears to me that the habit is conducive to a great waste of time, 'pr 'liere seldom sesms to be any 'vii- result from it I came to propose 'that we should walk thi3 -morning. It is a pity to waste the best part of the day indoors, and especially is it wast'-i if spent in one's sleeping .apartment" With the help of the walk and oth er mr ''occupations the hours some how I'd, but never before had a day.V-ed so long to Lettice Vynor. At "length, however, the afternoon drew to a close and she found herself alone, her aunt having an invitation to epfnd the evening with an old friend. I'erbaps Lettice had counted on this when she dispatched her notes in the morning.-but now the time was draw ing r.Mir whrn the fawrcl ln.t r m'cht b' exp-'itid, t!) would l.nve ftben a tnsit deal to b all" to delay bin vl.-df. Twenty times did h wUh vainly that n!ie h.i l nent a different unswi-r, rm If It had riM'ilN'd In th lu.sx of l.-;t!i her friend. Will Hey wood in a devot ed friend and admirer had been every thing that wan plea.-unit; but now It (a r.;p nearer the Id. a of Will Heywm.d .n a :riu;i' ctlve h'iHlind--(.h, that vas a dlff'ient affair altogether! For she ' -ew t'.int was what tin had ?.ir.. her i:ss a;;e to ::r.p!y, and he v.-oul 1 l.e quirk K) to understand It. Then iw last the doorbell rar.R, and l.efthi! heard footsteps (roi.a'.ns; the hall. The drawini; room door opened and shut auiln, but Ik r heart was ber.t l:u; so lordly that she did not hear the ni::." that had been announced, and ;idvant"d to meet her visitor with out ral.-dru; her eyes from the ground. The next moment she felt herself r.iuht In a strons; pair of arms, and kisses were being rained upon hrr fac. "My sweetheart my sweatheart!" a man's voice whispered passionately a-.;ain and ajrain, as if it would never tiro of that delightful reprtltion. Hut what what was this? The room whirled round, her eyes closed, and for a moment she coulj make no efort to release herself. For thi3 man who held her so masterfully, who was showering his Kisses on her face, and whispering passionate endearments in her ear, was not the Will Hey wood she had expected, but Humphrey Forde! Humphrey the grave, the quiet, whom she had imagined to be afraid of her! Why was she here? And why, why had she not known before what those kisses all at once had made clear to her that this was the man she loved after all, and had loved all along? Then suddenly it flashed across her what had happened. In her hasto she had doubtless Inclosed the notes in the wrong envelopes, and he nad re ceived the one meant for Will Hey wood! But he must know the truth! To the girl's dlicate sense of honor no other course was possible; even if it meant the los3 of his love sho would not keep it by acting a lie. "Oh, you mustn't, you mustn't! I've made a dreadful mistake!" the gasped almost incoherently, finding voice at last, and striving frantically to disen gage herself. Humphrey's arms suddenly loosened and he held her away from him to look into her face. "A mistake?" he repeated, slowly, in credulously. "Was that what you real ly said, Lettice? Do you mean, then, that you do not love me after all?" The color flushed over the fair little face from brow to chin, and she hung her head in silence. No, she could not say that! "Speak, Lettice!" he said, his voice grave and almost stern. "I insist on your telling me this. You knew when you wrote it what your letter must Imply. Do you mean you were mis taken in thinking that you loved me?" "No, no, not that!" she whispered, a3 if the truth were being forced from her. Humphrey could feel how the slight form trembled. He placed her gently in a low chair, and drew another be side her. "Come, let me understand," he said more kindly. "You say you love me is it so? Very good; very good. Then where lies the mistake? Now tell me; I mean to know, and at once." "I wrote I wrote two letters," Let tice stammered in desperation, and hid her face in her hands. Only four words, but they flashed the truth upon Humphrey Forde. "I understand at last," he said, and, though he spoke quietly, the girl shrank as if she had received a blow. "You wrote two letters at the same time, I suppose ana, somehow, by mistake, you sent to me the message intended for another man for Hey wood? Is that your meaning?" "It must have been so. Oh, can you ever forgive me?" she cried miserably. Humphrey rose from his seat with out a word, and paced up and down the room, his brows knit, his face dark and stern. The silence grew unbear able to Lettice. If he would only speak, even to cover her with re proaches! Anything would be better than this. He turned at last, and came and stood before her. "You told me just now that you loved me, and yet you meant to marry Heywood," he said, as if a thought had just struck him. "Do you love him, too?" "I I like him," lattice answered, with an effort, "more even, or so I thought this morning, than I liked you. But I know now that I could never have loved him, and I thank God that at least my mistake has saved me from doing him a cruel wrong." Suddenly Humphrey took the girl's two hands in his own with a grasp that was almost rough. "Lettice, when did you find this out?" he asked in a tone that left her no choice but to answer. "I found it out when you kissed me," she whispered, so low that he had to stoop his head to catch the words. "Oh, can you care for me still, now ycu know everything?" she cried. "Do you think my love, then, no slight a thing?'' he asked .gravely and tend. r)y. "Child, do you know that you hi. Id my heart nay, I think my very lift-In thu hollow of this little hand? I think ttiert ha never been a t!mo when I did not lovo you. Kay, sweet heart, look ami unlle! This Is no tini'! for tears. Aro you thinking of Will Heywood? He will console h!m nef in time, never t,ir. Things do not go very deeply with mj llht a nature ns h's. All the sari. I do nut think wo will let him know how n.'ar a th!n it was for him. 'e'l, liMie j,Irl?" Lettice looked l p with an April face, srnlltns through her tears. "1 think you deserve soni'thln bet ter than to lu nan led by mistake," die naid. "A happy mistake for m my Let tice," he answerc-l. "And my wife thai! be a happy woman if it lies in my pow er to mak" her one." Anna Bolton, in Baltimore Herald. HEIRESS FOUND WITH INDIANS. Stolen When 4 Years Old, but a Ring Proves Her Identity. Sarah Bis Cloud was found recently amonn a band of roving Creo Indians near Kall.spell, Montana, by John An derson and Identified ns his cousin, Mathilda Youngquist, for whom a for tune of several hundred thousand dol lars has been waiting in Stockholm. Sweden. Anderson had been search ing for her for several years. Nearly 20 year3 ago the parents of Mathilda Youngqulst, who had recently arrived in America from Sweden, took up a homestead in the extreme north ern part of Montana, near the Black foot reservation. They had not been living there long before they were massacred by a band of Cree Indians, and the girl Mathilda, then four years old, was carried away. When Anderson arrived In the west he learned these facts, but could find no trace of the child and was told by those familiar with the Indian charac ter that the girl had undoubtedly been killed. Recently he met a band of beg ging Crees near Kalispell and engaged them in conversation. While Anderson wa3 talking to the Indians a squaw with light hair ap peared. He questioned her, and she told him that all she remembered of her parents was that they were white like Anderson and that they were killed. She had lived with the Indians ever since, and was the widow cf one of the members of the tribe. She knew nothing else about her self except that she still possessed a baby finger ring inside of which there was some inscription that she could not read. She produced the ring and Ander son read in it "Tc Mathilda, from Papa and Mamma Youngqulst, ISSj'' Ander son was convinced that he had found his cousin and tried to persuade her to accompany him, but she refused, being satisfied with her roving life. He then called upon the sheriff for as sistance, and when she was threatened with arrest she consented to leave the band and go with Anderson. He will remain ia Montana lo-g enough to gather evidence about tae Youngqulst gather evidence about tue Youngqulst family and their massacre, and will then return to Sweden with the wom an to claim the fortune which he says the Swedish government is holding in trust and in which he will have a share on final distribution. New York Sun. Lucky English Clerks. London philanthropists are trying to Improve the condition of city clerks cn small salaries by a chain of "In gram Houses." An "Ingram House" (as described in the Hospital), is something like a residential club. It Is a block, six or seven stories hign, in the iiape of an elongated St. An drew's cross. It has gardens, a lodge, a bicycle house, and other outside at tractions. Within are a lecture hall, billiard rooms, bath-rooms, lockers and box-rooms, a carpenter's shop, el evator, telephone (a notable distinc tion in London), a reading and writ ing room, kitchen, dining rooms and bedrooms. The bedrocms are from 7x9 feet upward, and the rents range from seven to twelve shillings a week. The rooms are artistically designed, and it is expected that the lodgers will bo able to live in comfort and even a good imitation of luxury, on salaries of from $7.50 to $10 a week. There is only one little oversight. No provision is mado for children, and a clerk who should be so improvident as to marry would evidently have to get out. In some countries taxes are levied cn bachelors this Ingram House scheme is equivalent to offering in 1 : .' T prizes tor ceuuacy auu racu suicme. New York World. Eefore and After. "You are all the world to me, he re marked endearingly. Arabella still looked unsatisfied. "All the universe!" be corrected hastily. "And the interstellar space?" de manded Arabella, with the air of a person insisting upon her rights. And deary me! And deary me! Before they had been married a week she had nearly banged his head off with the rolling pin! New York Sun. New York, Texas and Illinois get a gain of three votes each in the cew electoral college. D-'tv'o A. D. C. I wnut to li-nr your ntphnbet 'li.U rnurnliig, llby ii ir; 1 v..i,.l.j , now, if Jim for-.t WllKt Utter thU U tier " It'it. all ih Hum oil-) would nor, With hull lu.iulrtin; giunce, w 1IV" '(,'ulte rlgh, my dsrllni', 'hat U A; Wu'r) K.-Uifig ou nui.'h btuier! I wonder, uow, c.iu HiiUv ny What U thH .c ull l-:tr.'" Tim Hb'.vor ciiniK tiitiM irwi'ully "Ttw liiiljy tut: -U, lei bar li E'l" "The k-tt'tr 15. Q.iltfl right a-filn! (Whs th.it ii td'ii I ti-urdO Tliat' a, and U; now til nie, then, Wlmt loiter ts lUo third?" But LKi.y tiiruM-t from it ster's kn ''i'eo t.reJ o' learulu' leMous! hF.KV" Chk'Hgo BeeorJ-Herald. Millions of Pennies. To supply the demand for pennlrs, the United States Mint at Philadelphia is kept pretty busy the year round, and still there coes not seem to be enough to fill all remiirfments. Some Idea may be had of the tremendous respon sibility assumed by Uncle Sam when It is known that millions of these little coins are made every year. A penny probably changes hands ten time for once that a dime passes from one poc ket to another. The metal blanks from which pennies are made are fur nished by contract by a factory in Connecticut at the rate of 1000 for $1. Nearly 130,000,000 pennies were coined In one year recently. To store these in one place would require a very large building, and if one person should at tempt to count them one by one it would take him about twenty years, working steadily ten hours a day and stopping to rest Sundays. Brooklyn Eagle. Queer Thirjgs About Frogs. The frog's skin is so Important as a breathing apparatus that the creature would die at once of suffocation if tho porta were closed by a coat of sticky varnish, by dust, or in any other way. While we are speaking of his breath ing, you will notice that his sides do not heave as ours do at each breath we take. A frog has no ribs and cannot Inhale and exhale as we do, but is obliged to swallow his air in gulps, and if you will watch this little fellow's throat you will see it continually mov ing in and out as one gulp follows an other. In order to swallow, his mouth must bo closed; just try to swallow with your mouth wide open, and you will see what I mean. A frog, then, al ways breathes through his nose, and if vou held his mouth onen he wouM j Bllffo,;te as surc!y a3 tho-ugh you gave , ,na iin J v ..m.. rv his skin a coat of varnish. "Mr. Frog has an enormous mouth for his size, and if we were to put a finger inside it, we would find that he ha3 a row of teeth in the upper jaw, and that hi3 soft white tongue, unlike our own, is attached in front and is free behind. When he wishes to catch any insect, he throws out the free end of the tongue, then draws it in so rapidly that it is difficult to see whether he ha3 been successful or not. As the tongue is coated with a gummy fluid, the insect sticks to it and is carried back into the mouth, which closes upon it like the door of a tomb. Frogs, however, are not limited to one mode of feeding; they often leap open-mouthed upon larger prey, which includes, besides in sects, small fish, mice, small ducklings, polliwogs and tiny frogs. Ernest Har old Baynes in the . Woman's Home Companion. The Pilot Fish. In one of the tanks of the lower tier at the left side of the aquarium as one enters are a number of shimmering fish which remind one of certain birds in the persistence with which they swim in circles and follow their leader. Whenever their leader turns they wheel behind him like a company of militia behind its captain. The label beneath the tank informs tne public that these are yellow mackerel. There is another label under the tank. It reads: "Pilot fish." As all but one cf the fish in the tank are wheeling about after the leader, it is evident that the fish resting dose downto the bottom is the pilot fish. There ia nothing: re markable about the appearance of the pilot fish, and one wonders how it tamo by its name. Formerly there were two of them, but one has died, since they cr.me to live at the aquarium a number of years ago. Sometimes the pilot fish is called the shark pilot fish. That helps to explain its name. The shark and his pilot are by no means friends, or even on an amicable basis in their relations. The shark would as soon devour his companion a3 not. The pilot has to take care that he shall not be sv.iallowed. He never swims in front of his big neighbor, but goes alongside or beneath. From this point fce picks up what he may from his bis companion or, at least, it is surmised C. h accompanies the shirk for this pyrpos. It ii to be tmj;ofied thi thtf.c In hii rbrai'lousneis does tint Hwallow all that he rapt urea. H.-mnunta flcV. bade to the waiting companluu'n paw, It Is a!o Hunnlne.l that the pilot tlhh llk( .-i to wratth hU back on the Kundpapery kMu of th.j tdiark. New York Tribune. Tcpsy'i Hiding Place. All around th" kitchen they wmt, pUylng hid--and-?eek. Topny hid un iter the stove; Alice hid In the cup board. 'lv)vy hid behind the wood box; Alico hid under the table; Topy hid in the corner back of t!u oal-hod; All.e li LI In the folds of mamma's bU door; but they never fail"! to find each other, and always had a prea. frolic after each oik-'s hiding place was discovered. At last the play was over, and Top sy went fast asleep, lying on h r back In the doll's cradle. She looked very funny with her paws sticking stralsht up in the air. Soon Alice wanted to put doily to bed. So Topsy found another nice resting place, stretched out in mam ma's work basket, with hrr front paw. lying on the pincushion; but, when mamma came for thimble and Inroad, kitty was forced to move again. "Meow! Meow!" she said. "I will get out of every one's way, and go whre I can sleep as long as I pleasi without belns disturbed! " So Topsy p prang upon tho table, then upon a tall folded screen near by, and with a big jump landed at last on the very tiptop of the china closet. No one saw hrr. She crept far back against the wall, and wa3 soon fast asleep, ly ing in a' nice warm corner, just under the ceiling. After a time Alice grew tired of playing with her doll, and looked around for kitty, but kitty was no where to be seen. The little girl went to the door and called. "Kitty! kitty! kitty!" but no kitty came. She called again, but no shrill meow answered her. "O, mamma, where can kitty be?" said Alice, with tears In her eyes. "I am afraid she is lost. I haven't seen her for ever so long." "Have you looked in all the hiding places? Perhaps she has gone fast asleep somewhere, and doesn't hear you call," said mamma. So Alice began to search for her pet; but, though she looked everywhere, no kitty did she find. "Never mind, little daughter," said mamma. "Kitty has probably gone off hunting, and will surprise you by and by with a big fat mouse." So Alice was comforted; and, though she felt very lonely with no furry ball snuggled in her lap and no bright eyed playmate scamp?Ting at her heels, she tried to be happy playing wit'a her doll. At last the long day was over, anci night came. It brought no Topsy, but it did bring papa from his work. V.hen Alice saw him com.ng, she ran cut to meet him, and, throwing herseif into his arms, poured out all her trouble. Papa comforted his daughter as papns know how to do. "Cheer up, little girl! Wre will find her after sup per," he said. When the pleasant evening meal was over, and all the family sat around the cos?y fire, papa said: "I think I know how to make Topsy come, if she Is In the house." "Oh, how!' cried Alice. Papa said nothing; but he puckered up hla lips, and began to whistle in loud, shrill tones. At the first note something stirred on top of the china closet. Then there was a short pro testing meow. Papa kept on whist ling. Kitty stood up, and began to stretch. As the shrill music continued, Topsy walked to the edge of the cup board and looked down. "Oh, there she is! there she is!" cried Alice. "Oh, my own dear kitty! But what a funny place to hide in!" Ixuaer and shriller grew papa's whistling. Kitty jumped upon the screen, and then leaped to tne table. Still papa whistled on. Topsy sprang to the uoor, and, jumping into papa's lao began to rub her face against his breast. "Meow!" meow! she aid. Still the shrill noise did not stop. Pussy put her front paws high up on papa's chest, and rubbed her face against his chin, at the name time nip ping it gently with her teeth and call ing, "Meow! meow!" which meant, "Stop! stop! Please, master, I am here. What do you want? Oh, do stop that dreadful noise!' So papa stopped whistling, and Alice r.nd Topsy had a fine frolic before bed time. This was the first and only time that Topsy ever was lost; but to this day she will sometimes steal away, and slep for hour3 on her lofty porch, heedless of coaxing or scolding, and only dislodged at night by papa's shrill whistle. Jane L. Hoxie, in the Kindergarten Review. Birds' Cries as Fog Signals. The cries of sea birds, especially seagulls, are very valuable as fog sig nals. The birds cluster together on the cliffs and coast, and their crk3 warn boatmen that they are near lanu. Some years ago in the Isle cf Man there was a fine fcr shooting such ' birds. Electric tramcars have been intro duced in Bombay.