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W ill IMm^ \\ \\\ >-&&. H tA S 'IB* iL i «^ i I fv' nr»I7HEN a few years apo Frank A. \\M // Munss few years Frank A. Munsey in his magazine Inaugu \V/V// rated the custom of heart to In-art w w talks with his public, principally ;ii".':t himself and what a suc cesa lie was in ihe matter of getting out a magazine, other publishers and the newspapers made much fun of him and de clared the idea absurd. But it was not so very long aft'-r that when nearly all of the cheaper periodicals adopted the habit and carried it much further than ever Mr. Munsey did. The publishers of Every body's elaborated this idea in a depart ment in tin- back of their magazine, until it iiow includes almost a daily record of their doings, and makes every reader .1 member of the family. Other magazines followed suit, and now there is not a, printer discharged, or his salary raised. without having it confided to the public in the most naive manner. Mr. Ifttnsey was also the man who showed that a good magazine could be gotten up for 10 cents, and in this low price he was fol lowed by others, until those which were sold at the old high price were few and far between. Now a reaction has set in against selling «o much reading matter and circulating such a tremendous amount of advertising for 10 cents, and the cheap er magazin.es are going up in price. Everybody's, in one of those intimate talks, says their magazine with its im mensely increased circulation, is begin ning to lose money—which is nut exactly dear to the casual leader—and they have been obliged greatly against their desire (it is" lather intimated the published phed tear; over it) to raise the price to 15 cents. Now while all this has been going on, Munscy's. which set the pace for the others, has been losing ground, and the. center of the magazine stage, which it certainly occupied for a time. So in the February number Mr. Munsey resumes his talks with the public and reminds those concerned that it was he who really started all the innovations in modern maglirfne making. Mr. Munsey does not Bay iliis in any grandiloquent way, but nevertheless states it firmly and it can not be gainsaid. He calls attention to the greatly improved appearance of his Febru ary number, and says that he propose? to keep it up to that standard. Also he in timates that he may have to increase, his price to 15 cents, but he hopes not. and certainly will not. unless obliged to by the increased expense involved. The por traits of actresses in Muneey's this month SUNSHINE SOCIETY International Colors—Yellow and white. State Colors—Rose. Flower—Coreopsis. Society Song— "Scatter Sunshine." All communications relative to this de partment .should be addressed to the or ganizer. Miss Lillian M. Ellis, 1015 St. An thony avenue. International Headquarters 96 Fifth avenue. New York. Cynthia Westover Alden, founder and president general. Minnesota State Headquarters Room 64 Minnesota Loan and Trust Company building, 313 Nlcollet avenue, Minneapolis. Telephone N. W. Main 1225. All inquiries, requests or contribu tions should be addressed to the state president. State Officers President—Mrs. Theodore JTayncs, 2101 Bryant avenue south. Minneapolis. First Vice President—Mi s. C. W. Tubbs. 643 East Eighteenth street. Minneapolis. Second Vice President—Mrs. J. A. Brant. 12 East Fifteenth street, Minne apolis. Third Vice President—Mrs. N. A. Sprong, 2312 Bryant avenue south, Minne apolis. Fourth Vice President—Mrs! J. F. Wil- Fon. 3128 Irving avenue south. Secretary—Mise Corfnne Do Laittre, 24 Grove place, Minneapolis. Treasurer—Miss Eva Blanchard, 139 East Fifteenth street, Minneapolis. Corresponding Secretary—Mis. A. A. Belser. 1338 First avenue south, Minne apolis. Organizer—Miss Lillian M. Ellis, 1615 St. Anthony avenue. St. Paul. A New St. Paul Branch Me are glad to welcome the members of a new branch to the Minnesota division of the International Sunshine society. The name the new branch has adopted 1« "The Northern Stars," and the branch colors pale blue and white. They will hold reg ular meetings at the homes of their mem bers the first Friday in each month. Tho officers and names of the charter members -are as follows: President. Miss Eulalie. Schiffmann: vice president, Ethel Beck man treasurer, Cassie Stoddart; secretary-. Fray MeMath: press committee. Miss ' Rhode Lewis, Miss Ruth Diether. Miss Fray Mc- Math; scrap book committee. Miss Marie Spies, Misses Faith Miller. Ruth Kahn Stella Gregory and Mildred Fitz. make up the list of membership. Miss Nippolt sro active in the Good Luck branch, has been instrumental in forming this branch, of which we shall hear more in the future. Remember Miss McGonagle One of our shut-ins, a young lady so terribly crippled as to be bed-ridden "and a constant sufferer, would enjoy having a shower of letters on her birthday. Feb. 15. Bend some little token to our shut-in sis ter and a pleasant word of greeting to /each her by Feb. 15. Address Miss Ida McGonagle, 445 West North avenue, Chi cago, 111. A Branch at Pepln, Wis. Through the efforts of our Minnesota #tate organizer there if now a branch at Penln, W ris. T'iic meml>ers of this new branch are very enthusiastic over the BOOKS are unusually fine and are print* <l on better paper than h;i.s heretofore beea in that department. ■ It is tiwlte amusing: to watch the effects of the Lamm story published in Every body's, on the other magazines. There seems to be a wild scramble going on to print a real history <■; somebody, or some thing which can be exposed; indeed, the magazine not printing the Inside facts about persons or things is out of it these days. Public Opinion is publishing a de nunciatory history of Mr. Lawson, calcu lated to put that gentleman out of busi ness, if anything less than a bomb could do so. McClure's magazine, which really began the exposure publications same time ago with Ida TarbelTa history of Standard Oil, has an Ritlcle this month by Lincoln Steffens, in which he tells a terrible story of the political corruption of the state of Rhode Island, giving a cir cumstantial account of transactions which do not redound to the credit of some of the .leading citizens of Providence. Mr. Steffcr.s seems to regard as significant the fact that of all states in the union, Rhode Island is managed politically by Americans, in which tuns the Uood of Pil grim Fathers, and that the corruption so rampant there cannot be attributed to the foreigners within their gates. Other mag azines are following suit, and the number of any periodical which does not hit hard some politicians/or a large financial deal, will be left behind on the news stand. These developments are all very interest ing, but are leading directly to sensation alism and giving a fictitious value to ar ticles which cannot be called literature. Saßrina Warham— By Laurence Ifmisman. The Macmillan company. For sale by St. I'aul Book and stati' at ry company. The* reader who is very particular about heroines and likes them full of fun and not too s< lions, will iiiiil f=iiilt wifh Sa liiina. To be sure, one should lake into account that .she was an only child, with an unsympathetic mother, and a father she could not reppect. When Ihe latter died, Sabrina was with him and made some unpleasant discover if about his manner of life, which came near to de stroying her faith in all men. Her mother was the si.ster of Farmer Lorry, a crabbed old man who despised bar for marrying above her station, but when her husband deserts her he giver her a home at the old farm, and here Sabrina joins her. The story from this on is the record of Sa brlna's love affairs, including her mar riage and the awakening of her soul. She marries Valentine Ruddle, for what reason is hardly made clear, save that she desfrM to get away from uncongenial surround ings and because Valentine lores her very much. All through the story, as a sort of undercurrent, is the life of David Lorry, Babrina'a cousin, a very strong but un romantic character which aM>«als to Sabrira and really is the most vital emo tion of her life. The marriage with Val entine does not turn out happily, as Sa brina discovers that he nt concerned in a disgraceful affair before she met him. the- shadow of which falls upon her life and she repudiates him. In the end he dies nobly and Sabrina marries David, whom the reader is sure she loved, al though she never admitted it to herself. The book is an excellent piece of work, reminding one at times <>f Hardy at his be?t; if anything Sabrina is too serious and David too stern ever to become a popular pair of lovers. The story is very well written aud is immeasurably above "The Ix>vc- Letters of an Englishwoman." which was attributed to Houeman several years ago. and which he admitted writing. Its lack is an element of humor. The Eagle's Shadow — By James Branch THE INTERNATIONAL "DO SOMETHING FOR SOMEBODY QUICK" PASS IT ON Have you had a kindness shown? Pass It on. 'Twas not given for you alone — Pass it on. Let It travel down the years, Let it wipe another's tears, TNI in heaven the deed appears— Pass It on. spreading of good cheer and sunshine, and will do all they can to brighten the lives of others. We welcome this new branch most heartily and bone to hear from them from time to time in their efforts to spread sunshine. The Power of Personality There is an indescribable, something in certain personalities which is greater than mere physical beauty and more powerful than learning. This charm of personality is a divine gift that .often sways, the strongest characters, and sometimes even controls the destinies of nations. .We .are unconsciously influenced by people who possess this magnetic power. The moment we come into their presence we have a sense of enlargement, of ex pansion in every direction. They seem to unlock within us possibilities of which we previously had no conception. Our hori zon broadens;.-we feel a new power stir ring through all our being: we experience a sense of relief, as if a great weight which long had pressed upon us had been removed. We can converse with "such people in a way that astonishes us. although meeting them, perhaps, for the tiist time. We ex press ouraervea more clearly and eloquent ly-than we believed we could. They draw out the best that is in us; they introduce us, as it were, to- our larger, better selves. With their presence, impulses and longings come thronging to our minds which never stirred us before. All at once life takes on a higher and nobler meaning, and we are fired with a desire- to do more than we have ever before done, and to be more than we have been in the past. A few minutes before, perhaps, we were sad and discouraged, when, sudden ly, the flashlight of a potent personality of this kind has opened a i ift in our lives and revealed to us hidden capabilities. Sadness gives place to joy, despair to hope, and disheartenment to encourage ment. We have been toned to finer Is sues; we have caught a glimpse of higher ideals; and, for the moment, at least, have been transformed. The old commonplace life, with its absence of purpose and en deavor, has dropped out of sight, and we resolve, with better heart and newer hope, to struggle to make permanently ours the forces and potentialities that have been revealed to us. Even a momentary contract with a character of this kind seems to double our mental and soul powers, as two great dynamos double the current which passes over the wire, and we are loath to leave the magical presence Ust «c lose our new born power. On the other hand, we frequently meet people who make us shrive) and shrink into ourselves. The moment thaw come near us we experience a cold chill, as if a blast of winter had struck us In mid summer. A blighting, narrowing sensa tion, which seems to make us suddenly smaller, passes over us. We feel a de cided loss of power, of possibility. We THE ST. PAUL GLOBE, SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 5, 1905 \:AXIV?t GORKY J5 am 1 Celebrated Russian Writer Whose Release Has Been Asked by the Literary Word Cabell. Doubleday. Page & Co. For sale by St. Paul Book and Stationery company. No excuse is ever necessary for the writ tag of a love story, or is there.fear that the supply will exceed the demand. This charming love story is therefore welcome, but it «s doubtful whether any reader can peruse it through to the bitter end without becoming filled with a desire to shake the heroine. She was so pretty and attrac tive, so everything that was charming she should be forgiven much, but when she burned the will which put her in posses sion of a large estate, in order to enrich a young man she loved and had no Intention of marrying, one would like to begin the shaking process. When Margaret, who was partly English, was quite young she visited a distant relative in this country, and "fell'in love -with the nephew of her host, Billy Woods, and when his uncle demanded that- the young people marry, both rebelled and each took it as meaning could no more smile in their presence than we could laugh while at a funeral. Their gloomy, miasmatic atmosphere chills all our natural impulses. In their presence there is no possibility of expan sion for us. As a dark cloud suddenly obscures the brightness <,r a smiling sum mer sky. their shadows are cast upon us and fills us with vague, undefinable un <.-asin< ss. \\ >■ instinctively feel that such people have no sympathy with our aspirations. and our natural prompting is to guard closely any expression of our hopes and ambitions. When they are near us our laudable purposes and designs shrink into insignificance and mere foolishness; the charm of sentiment vanishes and life seems to lose color and zest. The effect of their presence is paralyzing and we ha«tfen from it as soon as possible. If Wf Study these two types of per sonality, we shall find that the chief dif ference between them is that the tiist loves his kind, and the latter «io,. s t,,,t. Of course, that rare charm of manner which captivates all those who come with in the sphere of its Influence, sad that strong persona] magnetism which Inclines all hearts towards its fortunate pora are largely natural gifts. But we shall flnd that the man who practices unsel lishiii SS. who is genuinely interested in the welfare of ..theis. who"feels it a priv t<> have the power to do a fellow creature a kindness even though polish ed manners and a gracious presence may be conspicuous by their absence will be an elevating Influence wherever he goes. He win bring encouragement to and uplift every lif,- that touches his. He will be trusted and lovi d by all who come in con tact with bim. This type of personality we may all cultivate if we will. "My Clothes to Keep" The child was n boy. scarcely more than four or five years old. His parents had evidently been MBt to prison. or drifted away somewhere. When found l>y the Slum Sisters in N.w York, crouching in the corner of a hallway, one chilly night in March, he was but half clad and numbed with exposure to cold. Taken to the barracks, the waif was washed and dressed in clean clothes, warmed and fed. He was delighted with the attention he received, and particu larly with his garments; .«o much so that when one of the sisters attempted to undress him for bed he cried, under the belief that he was a.bout to be prema turely deprived of his new apparel. This was very apparent when the sister attempted to teach him the words of the simple prayer, "Now I lay me down to sleep." Peeping between his fingers, the little fellow lisped, "Now 1 lay me down to sleep." '"I pray thee. Lord, my soul to keep." continued the sister. "I pray thee. Lord, my clothes to keep," whispered the boy. "No. not 'clothes to keep;' 'soul to keep,' " corrected the Bister. "Soul to keep," Bald the boy. 4 Now. say It from the 'beginning." viK r«-d the worker in the slums. "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray thee. Lord, my soul to keep." But the poor little fellow was too intent upon his treasures. "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray thee. Lord, my clothes to keep," he said, making the sum* mistake. "No, no; that is not right," said the painstaking sister. "You pray to God they cared nothing for each other. In reality Bilry loved Margaret very much, but did not fancy being ordered to marry her. So he went away In a huff, to paint mediocre picture? in Paris, and when his uncle came to die he left everything to Margaret. So when the story opens she is living with her father on the estate be queathed to her, entertaining a house par ty of literary freaks, who worshiped her money and enjoyed her hospitality. Pres ently comes Billy, and Bads on the way up from the station that he still loves Mar garet, and she. fearing ho may think she wants l.im. becomes involved in a half en gagement to one of the writer men who loves her money. It fs" all very absurd and Margaret discovers that Hilly baa found another v.ill mati,- by his uncle, in which he is sole heir, and has burned it; Margaret in turn burn* the will which enrich* s her. and all sorts of th' ■1 misunderstandings occur, which are Inatty cleared up. and th.- story ends M it should with the happiness <>t Mar aud Billy, ffce smart literary :.-lk conct: some very clever things, •!.. r the book Ls int. : amusing'- Tl>e Loves of Miss Anne • •it. I•• dd, M I'iix.l Book and Station* ■ com Miss Anne was the most. mischievous girl who ever appeared within book covers, or out.side of them for the mat of that. She was firmly of the opinion that her mission in life was to make as many men miserable a?, was possible in a given time, and to say that she accomplished her pur pose is to put it mildly. Miss Anne was the daughter of Sir Tempest Kilpatrick; her companion, who shan ! her pranks and was as beautiful a brunette as-Anne was a blonde, was Cleinmy MacTaggart, daughter of n. snail fanner. These two girls and their love affairs are the central theme of the book, which is nothing but ■ recounting of the agonizing torments the young men of their neighborhood endured at their hands. Anne would make her companion change places with her. and when a man swore that he loved l>est dark eyes and black hair, thinking he was talk ing to the daughter of a lord. Miss Anne would confront him with her blonde laveli ness and remind him of his words when he-came later to ask for the honor of her hand. But there was a certain Dan Weir, who was every inch a man, whom Anne really loved, but his lowly position made it quite impassible for him to aspire to the hand and heart of his master's daughter. So this wooing wag done entirely by Miss Anne herself, who. it may be truthfully said, was not at all backward when she saw that her happiness and Dan's de pended on her boldness. So she seeks him and tells him he is her chosen one, after having all the other young men wild with love of her. The story is told by Clemmy, who loved Anne dearly, and sacrificed everything in the world to her willfulness. Quite different from the usual style of Crockett, the book in point of merit, is of equal excellence. A— Three Weeks in Europe- By John V. U+g inbothnm. H. S. Btone A: Co.. Chicago. For sale by St. Paul Hook and Station ery company. The writer Of this very readable and amusing book is a Chicago baameas man, who m 1903 had a six weeks' vacation Which he propose.! to spend in a hurried trip through Europe. The time consumed in Kitting to Italy by way of the Medi terranean and returning took just half the time at his disposal, so that hi? actual stay on the other side gave him just three w. -k.s in which to bee Italy, Switzerland, Paris and London. His point of view is not only American and wholly modern, but that of a Chieagoite used to the iu>h of a busy life downtown, therefore the ease of life on the < ontinent strikes him as a •beer waste of time. He ipeal thru ■ days in Homo, one in Floreni c and Venice each, and so on through Switzerland, and up to Paris, where he remains three days, over to I."ndoii for three more days, and when he sails for home he has actually seen more than some leisurely travelers who have all time at their disposal. The writer Carried a Baedaker, to which he was a slave, but when he breaks away from it and recounts his own impressions of places and things be is extremely original. It is hardly to be believed that at this late day, when books without num ber have been written about European travel, that there could be anything in the leant original about another, but in spite of the- fact that he tells us nothing new, Mr. Hlginbotham has succeeded in writing a most entertaining account of his three weeks abroad, and the man or woman to take care of your soul, not your clothes. I'll take care of those.' ""And won't you pawn them?" replied t«e lad. to ihe astonishment of the sister, "and buy rum with them? That's what they always did at home when I had new clothes."' Tears filled the • yes of the Slum Bister, but she brushed them aside as she kissed the child, rfis few words of pracoclOM knowledge had n-vcale'd to her the story of his brief life, and she needed no more to tell her of th. misery of his home. Al though he finally mastered his little prayer It was with the words. "I pnor thee. Lord, ray clothes to keep." on his lips that he fell asleep.—Selected. The Sunshine Brigade Mak.- way. make way for the Sunshine brigade! Th.ro comes no gloom where its troops have strayed. For they bear Ihe peace of the fairy delta. And laughter's the music that ripple and swells To the rhythmic tread of their marching feet. And they love the world, for the world is sweet; And Worry and Trouble keep back, dis mayed. When they view the flag of the Sun.-hine brigade. Maki- j>lacf. make place for the Surushine brigade. As it cheerfully marches. j n joy unyed, For the world li.is need of laughter's tone. And h;is worries and flurries enough of its And a smiling face is a message of cheer: , Let the world was on, there's a blessing here." Oh, we need them all on life's upward grade. The beautiful folks of the Sunshine bri gade. The Huk. the fl.is <>f the Sun.#nine hrigadi-: it is woven of light that the sunbeams made A- they kissed the water, that loves them well As they crept, U they lept through,a hidden d.ll; And th.-i<--s nevei a thread of gloom that aid The strands of Uie sunlight bon. ath. amid. For a Mm cry heart is the emblem <lis play<Ml By t .ose who would march in the Sun shine brigade! A soup, a song for thp Sunshine briga<l>-! Though 1 am unworthy. I know ■ rruiiil Who laughs to me when my toil is o'er — I would march behind as she marches be fore. And. hearing the laughter of her I love. There is nothing about, or beneath, or above That can saddt-n my heart or make me afraid As 1 march in the steps of the Sunshine brigade. Recruits, recruits for the Sunshine bri gade. From those who have wandered and stumbled and strayed. Yet know the sweet music of laughter's glad song— That defeat presses down the battalions of wrong; Who know the love that was born to bless. The pressure of lips in a fond i-aretw. From those who are blessed, through the ransom Christ paid. Recruits, recruits for the Sunshine bri gade! —Alfred J. Waterhouse in Success. A Sunday school teacher was trying to make his class understand the depend ence of the branches upon the vine. Jisus is the vine, we are the branches. We de rive all our life and hopes from him. "Yes," said a little fellow, -Jesus is the vine, grown up people are the branches and we are the buds." Just for Today Mn>. Eldred had been losing her grip upon the natural, healthy, happy life that she had enjoyed "once," losing the power who is to make a hurried trip, hoping to see a great deal, could not do better than adopt his Itinerary and take his book as a guide, plus, of course, the never-failing Baedaker. There is not only wit and hu mor in the book, but much sound sense and valuable information besides. The Story of Little Paul —By Charles Dickens, edited by Frederic Lawrence Knowles. Dana. Kstes & Co. For sale by St. Paul Book and Stationery com pany. The little Paul of "Dombey and Son" is one of the most intt-restins children of English fiction, and his story makes a perennial appeal to the heart. He appears to have been a favorite character with Dickens himself. The novelist's frequent references to him in his correspondence v. ith Forster show that this child took from the first ;t strong hold upon his mind. It may not be generally known to I who are unfamiliar with Dickens' peTßOnal hietory that th.- story of Paul Dombey is to a considerable degree autobiographical. "I hope you will like Mrs. Pfpchln'fl estab lishment," wrote the novelist to Forster "it is from th.- lit.-, and I was there." It is Interesting to observe that, in the iu-. •'There ;< In little Paul me kind of <iui<k precocious int.lli ow know v.,s .->. remark* abl in little Charles Dick. it has been the aha of the editor » -tory of little I aul Dombey in a form that will appeal to even very young children. The language of the author is ni stantlatty unchanged, though the mewhat abridged, v I thai tt;.- story shall s.; an Introduction to the great novel, of which it form.-- a part, and thus pav< th» way for a wider familiarity with • the d s of English literature. The Haunter of the Pine Gloom — liy t'h.irl: s <;. i) »;■>> ■. m. L.c.i by the St. l'a;<i Stationery company. a story of life m the woods, lived t.y the Boy who felt the presence of an ene my, and determined to Bad it. Presently be discovei t-footed lynx, or iiui muco damage to ih- and rabbits He tracks there i. to their lair, finding s mother and fi\> kittens. The };• y succeeds in Bhoot them and ridding snrroandbßj farmers of their depredations. The story Is valuable for boys who may want to learn som< - thing of woodcraft. Stealthy Steve -- By Newton Newkirk. John M. Luce & < "o. If any reader should peruse this re markable ' book through to the end he should be given a prize. It is called "a satirical detective story." and belongs to the Foolish Scries. The fitness of this last is very evident, as soon as one has read a page or two. As a hit at the ordi nary detective story of the day. it is rather funny for a time, but soon prows tiresomcly silly as it goes on. It is a mixture of slang an 1 absurdity, and that it found a publisher is a commentary on publishing in general. BOOK NEWS Affairs in Russia, threatening a repe tition of the scenes of the French revolu tion, naturally turn the attention of all readers to books treating of the time and scenes of the Terror. Just out— title suggested by Mate. Roland's words. "O Liberty! Liberty! how many crimes are committed in thy name!" — Mr. Owen Johnson's "In the Name of Liberty" has for !ta avowed motive to show the ma terial among the common people out of which the French revolution grew, and. especially. its reaction upon certain types. In its making the author spent two years in Paris, studying the period and gaining access to many valuable unpublished docu ments* Authors often complain that illustrators do not catc-h th<-ir idea of characters. Mr. Meredith Nicholson, however, whose new story. "Zeldii Dameron." is being so favor ably noticed, has no reason to feel ag grieved on that score. It was his own idea to have portrait sketches of the different men and women in the book made by John Cecil Clay, his personal friend. Mr.' Nich olson- went to New York and discussed the matter with Mr. Clay, who had all the models on his list call for Mr. Nicholson's inspection. "Is her hair right?"' "In this a good man for So-and-so?"—such were the questions put to the author by the artist. They walked the streets together by the hour looking for types. Messrs. G. P. Putnam's Sons will shortly to "take comfort" In the rich present, and living more and more in the barren future, or the unsatisfactory past. One day a seamstress came to the house to begin a week's work. She was a widow whose only child was living with a relative till the mother could earn and save, enough money to set up a little home. While the seamstress in her plain black gown sat «iul« tly sewing. Mrs. EHdred glanced at her face now and then, won dering at its sustained calm, its look of gentle peace. "How could I live. If I were in her place?" thought the matron, anxious about many things. Then her mind went off in quest of the daughter who was in school a hundred miles away; of the son in college in a distant town. She feared that one would be ill from hard study; that the other would not choose the best companions. Her real self was thus ab sent from her present duty. Her kitchen. her cooking, and the work must be done l>y hands unvltalizwd by the power that rightfully belonged to them. The work was tiresome, "hard." unsatisfactory. In the meantime the pretty waist in the hands of the seamstress grew rapidly. Coming unobserved from the eookatove with a red. worried face into the quiet sitting-room the housekeeper saw the seamstress draw a card from underneath her work and glance at it while she pulled the basting from a completed seam. Mrs. Kldred silently looked over the reader's shoulder. On the card was printed Canon WUberforce's prayer "Just for Today." It began: "Lord, for tomorrow and its needs I do not pray." The eyes of the overlooker scanning It rapidly caught these words: "Let me be slow to do my will. Prompt to obey. "Set thou thy seal upon my lips Just for today. "Keep me. guide me. hold me. Lord. Just for !•■ "Ah! that is the secret." said Mrs. Kl dr.-d to herself as she went back to her k)icli»-n. "Jesus has told me to "taki- no thought of the morrow." but I have dis -1 I have fretted away many a time the peace and rest which my Father has given me in sl*vp. I have mn after my own will." Then, with a subdued spirit sh» w» nt about her tasks, driving out anxious thoughts l>y a persistent repetition of ihe prayer: "So for th«- morrow and its needs I do not pray: But keep me, guide me, hold me. Lord. Just for today. " Everyday Philosophy There's a little splash of sunshine and a little spot of shade Always somewhere near. The wise bask in the sunshine, but the foolish choose the shade. The wise are gay and happy, on the fool ish sorrow s laid; And the fault's their own. I fear. For the little splash of sunshine and the little spot of shade Are here for joint consumption, for com parison aie made. We're all meant to be happy, not too fool ish or too staid. And the right dose to be taken is some sunshine mixed with shad^. —Stanley Dark. Sunshine Thought "I shall pass through this world hut one**; any good, therefore, that* I can do or any kindness that I can show to any hu man being, let me do it now; let me not defer*nor neglect it; for I shall not pass this way again." This quotation has long been a favorite of mine, and it has impressed upon me the fact that it is the present only of which we are ?ure. The past is irrevoca bly gone and the future is not yet ours. Therefore why plan to do great deed* when we have but the promise of today in which to fulfill them? Better speak the kind word and do the kind deed as we pass through life, better scatter sun shine on all sides of our path, gather up and appreciate our own blessings, and im- produce a volume from the pen of Mr Henry Wellington Wack. treating of the romantic attachment of Victor Hugo and Juliette Drouet. Recently Mr. Wack. while staying in Guernsey, had the good fortune to discover a budget of letters ad dressed to the great French poet by Juliette Drouet. Conscious of the intense Interest taken by admirers of Hugo in the liaison which constitutes the dominant fact in the life of the king of romance. Mr. Wack has embodied Mme. Drouefs letters in an interesting sketch of Victor Hugo's life at Guernsey, where the mas ter^ long exile was spent, and the scene of his most active literary period. These love lt-tters. which are about to be given to the world for the first time, are the missives which inspired so many of the Hugo letters published in Franco. The significance of Mr. Wacks" discovery is recognized in France, and BE, Francois Coppee has written an introduction to the book, incidentally revealing many interest ing' anecdote.-- of Hugo and his literary confrere b, While the evSßta in 'The Storm «Vn ter, ' Charles Egbert Craddock's forthcom ing novel of the Tennessee mountains, oc cur during the civil \v;tr. the tale is chiefly of flirtation, love and courtship, a wound ed iHioTi officer, convalescing in a house hold strong)} In sympathy with the Con ate cause, falls in love with the g lady of the house. I'uultr.py Blgelow, Journalist, globe trot nd author < f "The Children of the Nations" (MeChire-Phillipu), has just re turned t'> America after a I«>uk v< through the Bonthern P:vir> He. has Btudying the native and the colonial form-- • tivnt. 11.- h;>s recently lecturer ;it Harvard inii versrty i.:i subjects related to colonies, colonial history and colonial government. Mr. Arthur K. K\:'m. of the New Tor* analated Prof, M torate volume on international law, and lias sup ented :t with additions of American and Knßlish law. The volume will be published shortly by the Macmillan com pany under the title <n "International Civil mill Commercial Law: As Pounded upon Theory, Legislation and Practlci in "The Tom,!.iv at Work" Miss Jean ette 1.. Glider tviis an amusing story on Mm.. Modjeska and her husband. Count !.i. who wi-t.- frequent visitors at the Gilder Sat In New fork. Miss Gild r bad :» negro maW named Hannah. One day Hannah weni to her mistress "What is it. Hannah?" >h. asked. "Why. Miss Nell." sly said. "1 j.-<t wanted to know if you wouldn't ask Mr. Pri - :it.-i to give me tickets to see lime. Ha in "Ho* !>.> Tou Like it." MAGAZINE NOTES Though the most conspicuous article of the February number <<f the Reader Mag azine is My Own Story."' by Caleb Pow ers, still it does not overshadow the many other good things in this issue. "The War at Zetader* Is an interesting sad timely contribution telling of Joseph Lel * attempt t" build a model mining town. ••The Mirror •<( the Sea," in which are reflected Joseph Conrad's charming memories of his Jays on the great deep, is magazine material of the highest class. As February is the month in which Abra ham Lincoln was born, a portrait sketch of the great emancipator by Bcntson t'lark appears on the covei and reappears in the body of the magazine, act ompanied by Lincoln's speech at Gettysburg, ar tistically printed. M»t for the Powers ar ticle this might be called a Lincoln num ber, for nothing in it is liner or so worthy of preservation as "Lincoln." a poesa i>y James Whitcomb Riley. The February Red Book includes seven teen short stories, eighteen portrait studies of Julia Marlowe m various costumes and poses, and many excellent Illustrations which accompany the stories themselves* Nolson Lloyd, author of "The Soldier of the Valley, contributes a college story- Owen Oliver writes of London art studio life. Anne Warner Offers a novel little character study of domestic service. Harry Irving Greene writes one of his sketches of western life, and Elizabeth Phipps Train. E. F. Steams-.. Ethel Bhackelford and Harriet A. Nash are other well known contributors. The Engineering Magazine for February contains two very important articles on the Panama canal. The first, by Gen. Abbot, shows very clearly that the cry for a sea level waterway is based on a widely mls taken sentiment and a serious misunder standing of facts —that it is. indeed, but a revival of de Les-> p's original plan, and would be Immensely more expensive and slower to build, more difficult and uncer tain to maintain, and more dangerous to navigate, than the type with locks and a summit level as proposed by the preceding part to those about us such blessings as We can give from the fullness of the heart. —Beth, a Long Island member. If We Had the Time If I had the time to find a place Anil *it me down full face to face With my better self that cannot show In my daily life that rushes so. It might be then I would see my soul Was stumbling still toward the shining goal. I might be nerved by the thought sublime If I had the time. If I had the time to let my heart Speak out and take in my life a part. To look about and to stretch a hand To a comrade quartered in no luck land. Ah. God! if I might but just sit still And h*-ar the notes of the whip-poor-will. I think that my wish with God's would rhyme— If I had the time: If I had the time to learn from you How much for comfort my word would do; And I told you th»-n of my sudden will To kiss your feet when I did you 11); If the tears aback of the coldness feigned Could flow and the wrong bt; quite ex plained Brothers, the rOols of us all would chime If we had the- time. —Richard Burton. Have Faith God never would send you the darkness If hjf felt you could bear the light: Liut you would not cling to his guiding "hand If the way were always bright; And yon would not care to walk by faith, Could you always walk by sight. So he sends you the blinding darkness. And the furnace ol seven-fold hi at; 'Tls the only way. believe me. To keep you ClOfle tO bis fe>t; For 'tis so . :i--. to wander. When <>ur Hves are glad and swi ■ '. Then nestle your hand in your father's, And sins, it you can, as you go. Tour song may cheer Borne one behind you Whose courage la sinking low; And e.n if your lips do quiver— God will lo\e you the letter so. N w Orl<ans Picayune. I Shall Not Pass Again This Way The bread that l-ringeth strength I Want The watdr pure that bids the thirsty live; I want to help the fainting day by day; Pan sure I shall not pass again this way. I want to give the oil of joy for tears. The faith to conquer crowding doubts antf feara, Beauty for ashes may I give alway; I'm -sure I shall not pass again this way. I.want to give good measure running o'er. And Into angry hearts I want to pour The answer soft that turneth wrath away; I'm sure I shall not pass again this way. I want to give to others hope and faith; 1 want to do all that the Master saith; I want to live aright from day to day: I'm sure I shall not pass again this way. —Great Thoughts. "He's My Brother" I met a slender little maid A.rosy burden bearing, "Isn't he heavy, dear?" I said. As past me she was faring. She looked at me with grave, sweet eyes. This fragile "little mother." And answered, as in swift surprise. "Oh, no! ma'am; he's my brother." We larger children toil and fret To help the old world onward; Our eyes with tears are often w> t, So slowly it moves sunward: - Yet. would we all the secret seek Of this dear "little mother." "Unwearying we'd bear up the weak Because he is my brother." — Minnie L«eona Upto. cornmfssJon. The second articio is hy Mr. ! C. E. Grunsky. a member of the present commisston. presented under the auspices of Admiral Walker, and Is a direct su- ! thoritative statement of the work so- far \ accomplished, the general policy of the commission, and the organization by which they propose to carry it out. Edward Stanwood. one of the most ac complished students of historical Ameri can politics and of the tendencies and de velopment of national parties, opens the February Atlantic with a careful paper on The Democratic Predicament I"—the question how the Democratic party after Its recent crushing defeat, can get itself together, and upon what lines it must re organise to become again a strong factor m American politics. James Sehoukr re views and discusses the Jackson.and Van Buren papers, the manuscript collections of those two great and affiliated political leaders, which have recently becomt- ac cessible In the library "t" congress.. Mrs. Elizabeth Robins PenneH continues the Leland papers with one upon the Itomany- Rye phase of Leland's character — his leanings, learning and adventures. "Six Cleopatras," by Prof. William Ever ett, is a brilliant paper npon the m.>st fascinating and famous woman In history, as her story lias been t >>M i>y "wrtti the first eminence who have put tlv ir hands to it." Literary pai.frs.tnd reviews at. "George Herbert as a Religious Poet." by Prof <;. >va>' 11. Palmer: "Matthew Arnold (ntime, by P. Sillardl "Signifi cant am Books." by Royal Cnrctteso».T.|>f the New York Tribune; and an article on Variorum Edition of LjQve's Labor Loet," by v.". a. Keflaon. The Fi brvtary Smart Sk t is au^sMni^.ily good Dumber, replette with clever nctlon, ng up !.■ tl:r high standard jet tor itself. Th<> list of authors contah names of some of the >>• st fietiontets of untry and Bngland. The February Bookman contigiM series .>n the politics of this . the past twenty .wars by Prof. !'•■■ usual !'.>.ik reviews, and Interesting clal articles, as well as tii<- exceUent com ment by the editors. The :ii~i year of the Russo-Ja] war. culminating in the surrender of Port Arthur, is the subject of an editorial sur vey hi the Review of Reviews for Febru ary; the same magazine treats of Russia's Internal troubles, which led up to the massacre of citizens by soldiera In tho streets >■:' St. Petersburg on Jan. -_. There Is also an article by Prof. Amos S. Her- Bhey, entitled ••What Justifies rhterVentrdn in War." and a brief sketch of the car ■ of Gen, Stoessel, the Russian deTerfSer of Port Arthur. The Craftsman for February offers its readers a feast of good things, particularly in th ■ line of decoratldh and beauty iii bouse and furniture. Success Magazine for February opens with ;m article which should create a de cided sensation throughout the country. It is the Brat of a series entitled "The Shameful Misuse <«f Wealth." The author is Cleveland Moffett, a journalist whose prevloufl work has created a vivid im presfton in magazine circles. Mr. Moffett is dehrfng into one of the burning ques tions of tin day. The fact that a set of people dine ai the Hotel St. Regis, Now York, from sniiii gold service, and dally wi»h viands thut sum up ;\ total of 11,0(0 a plate, white 70.000 poor children in the same city are oHiged to k<> to school in the morning without breakfast because Ui« ii parents arc too rum- to buy food, i.s not a condition that creates a pleasant pic ture. Mr. Moffett says that over 27,600 bailies were bora In the Lying-in hospital. New York, last year; that the patrons of this institution, who represent a wealth of billions of dollars, gave less than S-.::«n> to its support, and thai the Institution is now over 180,000 in d< l>t. This is certainly a harrowing state of affairs, in his series Mr. Moffett will take up every phase of the misuse of wealth its effect on law, narrtage and the people of the communi ty; in short, he Intends lo show that the luxury of rich Americans is greater and more pernicious than thai of the Romans before the fall of the empire. The editor of Success Magazine announces that Mr Moffett has been probing and Investi gating hLs subject for eight months or more, and assures us that no exaggerated statements will appear in his work. The current issue of Records of the Past, which Ifl the first number of the fourth volume, is the most elaborately il lustrated and interesting number of this magazine which has yet appeared. Its makeup shows that the new editorial man agement la going to continue this publica tion in even more handsome and interest ing style than has characterised it in the past. Beautiful Things Beautiful faces are those that wear—* it matters little if dark or fair — Whole-souled honesty printed there. Beautiful eyes are those that show. Like crystal panes where hearth fireS glow, Beautiful thoughts that burn below. Beautiful lips are those whose words Leap from the heart like songs Of bird*. Yet whoso utterance prudence girds. Beautlfuf hands are those that do Work that is earnest, brave and true Moment by moment the long day through. Beautiful feet are those that go— On kindly ministries to and fro — Down lowliest ways, if God wills it so. Beautiful shoulders are those that bear Ceasehss burdens of homely care, With patient grace and daily prayer. Beautiful lives are those that bless— Sii» nt rivers of happiness, Whose hidden fountains but few may guess. —Selected. SAY SOMETHING GOOD Pick *>nt the folks you like the least and wati-ti <-m for awhile; They never waste a kindly word, they waste a smile; They criticise their feliow men at every chalice tiny X' t. They never found a human just to suit ih<-ir fancy yet. From tlum I guess you'd (earn somo tiling if they were pointed out — Somy thinly that every one of us should know a lot about When some one "knocks" a brother, pass around the loving cup— Say something good about him if you have to make it ui>. It's safe to say that every man God made holds trace of k"'h\ That he would fi»:u ex!:il>it to his fe.l -lowa if be could; The kindly deeds in many a soul ai bernating there, Awaiting the encouragement of other souls that dare To show tht; best that's in them; and a universal move \\'<iulti stait the whole world running in a hopeful, helpful groove. KNnetnJng sw.it to paralyse tho "knocker" on the spot — . kindly nt his victim if you know tin man or not. The eyes that peek and peer to find the worst a brother holds. The tongue that speaks fa bitterness, that frets and fumes and scolds; The haniTs th.a bruise tin- fallen, th-.u^li their strength was meant to raise The weaklings who had stumbled at the parting of the ways-- All these should be forgiven, for th.;y "know not what they do;" Their hindrance makes a greater wi/vk for wiser ones like you. So, when they scourge a wretched on© who's drained sfii'g bitter cup. Say something good about him if you have to make it up. —S. W. Gillilnn In Baltimore American. MAN AND WOMAN Man tells his fishing tales, and he Is prone to let his fancier stray Until he almost makes us see The mammoth ones that got away. And woman, reminiscent too. Will often shake her pretty head. And tell of how they came to wot— The countless men she did not wed. —Collier's Weekly. Struck Luck Flinj—Did Bangs strike any rich veins when he was gold hunting? Flam—Well, rather! They wer« blue blooded veins. Ho married the daughter of a* man that owned all of the mines in that section of Alaska!— Detroit Free; Press. 17