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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.

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