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his voice belled by the twinkle in his
eyes. Billy threw back his head and i&aghed. "Unhappy? Why, Uncle When Bin Stiared t (From the Kansas City Star. I Down la m Southeast Kansas town dash of cologne. The third reader coming. I'd ran class used to admire "teachers hand- "This is & horrif. . K, kerchief, so nlc an smeuy. cowaee. no jtv, r an ovkr-worked klocitionist. j when I see any dne that's ugly, ij a iitti boy. wboM nm must think of tue bulb, ana I mui i Now, I was ready for me aner- wortb more tbso . . ; rn!f K3UA1 tO eUter- IS VOar Iif wnv . Dick. I'm Just as happy cutting this lives s, - miner simpie-nu 'hdM 1ntt helping to by the name or urn yeasiey. T" V. ;'., , mil debts at recovering frcm the measles. At the Intrepid frril- isn't any harder work; and Just think the local stores Is only equaled by his chorus of obs and ah of the cookies and good things It will success In evading their payment., gentle lf'UU . . . . ... . . . .1. v. rim mde! ranches of the string ox beaas, i ieu bake wnen i carry u in ana momer une aay, rrcvui.j, uwr.., the mistake of showing some money wood as I am when win a game on the I'm Sure 'Ysah. It a One thr was Hobrt Re; remember that they hare a flower And now give Ana very r ruy i-mv - , , . pic. ! inside, so many pom thu be i-rnd that ko' "Exactly, my dear of rVcitttn. tn h. head, and .tin kpt the plant some more water." Se- Uarnlnc more. leCted. And now thU U what harjnd: He wu . called upon one week. I And totally forot the piece he waa about j FOXY. His 'brain he cuddled. Not a word remain-1 In a 8UUg little grotto beneath S d within hu . high bank covered with foxglove And o he poke at random, and tnw U ... , - wht h Tid: .ferns lived a sly old fox. He was so -My Beautiful, my BeautlfaU who tandet . very 0& that he COUld not gO far It wu the achooner He.perua the breakin tO Search for food, SO he WW Obliged wave dashed high! Why la the Forum crowded? there la What means this stir In Rome? Under a spreading chestnut tree. no place Ilk home. When Freedom from her mountain height cried. Twinkle, little star. Shoot If you must this old (ray head. Kins; Henry of Navarre! Roll on. thou dark and deep blue castled crag of Drachenfels, My name is Norval. on the Grampian Hills, ring out. wild bells! If you're waking-, call me early, to be or not to be. The curfew must not ring; to-night! Oh. woodman, spare that tree! Charge. Chester, charge! On. Stanley, on! And let who will be clever! The boy stod on the burning deck, but I go on forever!" His elocution was superb, his voice and gesturea fine; His schoolmates all applauded as he finish ed the last line. "I see It doesn't matter." Robert thought, "what words I say. So long as I declaim with oratorical dis play!" Carolyn Wells, In St. Nicholas. 'ANY IX HEAVEN, TOO?" Little Mary was sitting with her Uncle George one afternoon. Uncle George had told her to keep quiet, as he had some accounts to look over; so Mary busied herself with a picture-book. For an hour all was still, then Mary heard her uncle say: "There, I have quite a nice lit tle sum laid up against a time of need." "What are you talking about, Un cle George?" asked Mary. "About my treasures, little girl, hat I have laid UD " "Up in heaven?" asked Mary, wholdead as dead could be. to play many tricks to get It. One night as he sat at the mouth of his hiding place feeling very hungry from having nothing to eat for a long time, he observed a fine, young hare lazily fedelng on the juicy tur nip tops. "Oh, dear," sighed the fox, "if I were a little younger, what a rare supper I could make off that young thing! But I can't catch her." Then an idea struck him. "Hem! hem! hem!" said he in a loud voice. The hare was startled and looked around. "Sweet Miss," said the fox coaxingly, I'm old and feeble, and can't fetch my supper. Will you get It for me?" Oh, yes!" said the hare, who was a giddy, thoughtless thing, but very good natured. "What would you like? Some fresh, dewy clover?" "Dear me, no!" said the fox. "That would not suit me at all." "O, it is delicious!" said the hare. "But what would you like?" "Just walk Into my house,'.' an swered the fox, "and I will show you the sort of things I like." Now, his den was strewn all over with bones of rabbits and ducks and pheasants and chickens. "Wait a minute," said the hare., "until I finish this turnip top." Then she skipped gayly up to the fox. "Now, I'm ready," said she. And so was the fox. He just gave) her backbone one nip, and she was as we re Make be after me nxpa It." Uncle Dick chuckled over his en- before one of his creditors, and after thusiasra. "I see there Is no stop- th hard-fought argument which fol- ping you In your reckless career. I towed the money was handed over to might as well move on," he said, the storekeeper. "But. Billy, you remind me of the "Now," said Bill, sadly, man they tell about who was asked gouare and I want a receipt. whether he wa happy at his work, it leeal so you won't 'Happy?' he said. 'Of course, I'm again." happy! Don't stand around here in. And here Is the receipt which Bill my way and ask foolish questions proudly exhibited to his friends: when I'm busy. Happy? I haven't. To Whom It May Concern. Greet time to be anything else" And ng All men know by these p res Uncle Dick went off whistling, wlthjents. habeas corpus and nux vomica, the laugh of the youthful busy one that Bill Beasley don't owe this firm in his ears. Then Billy turned once nothing and ain't going to. more to his task, and went on cheer-j shall rejoice In all that ye put your hands unto." The Comrade. BEING ABOVE ONE'S WORK. The Virtue of a White Dress. "O, mother, how pretty you look!" "How sweet!" "Where are you going?" "Guess!" I cried. "I'm going "I certainly cannot understand going going to stay right here with Mrs. Warren," the girl said, her pret- y0u this afternoon." ty brows lifted half in perplexity, ; i ended enthusiastlcaly and I smll half In disdain, as she watched the ea. My little ruse had succeeded, neighbor going home "across lots."jjust a simple white dress had cre "She Is so quick-witted. You'd think ted the atmosphere that I wantd. she'd care for the best things, books j Th children were cross, I was tired and culture and al lthat; but she gjj irritable; yet I wanted to be pa really seems to enjoy her house- tlent and agreeable. I remembered, work and cooking more than any-,w,eil a teacher, how the school chll thlng else In the world. You saw dren na(j taken a dislike to certain how she was just now, as delighted dress i wore; they fancied I was al over that new salad recipe you gave ways cross in It. I recollected how her as I should have been over a phased they were over a new gown new thought." Iand especially over anything white. The older woman, the girl's host- They begged me always to wear ess, laughed as if something amused whIte Now T was resolved to test her, but tenderly, too, for she loved again tne power of tne white dress the girl. "Why shouldn't she enjoy- d see lf It might not react upon her work first and most?" she asked.. my tired nerves "It was what she was put into chej It was a dulit 'rainy day, but I had worm 10 ao. . warm fire "But the kind of work!" the girlwaist, not too thIllt and alaa! a protested. "Just common cooking Ue out of gt le Then j found She might have and dish-washing thoughts above it." "What would you think of a lighthouse-keeper who had 'thoughts above' cleaning lamps?" had beard her father that morning read about laying up treasures in heaven. "O, no, Mary; my treasures are all on earth some in banks and some in other places," answered Uncle George. "But haven't you got any in heav en, too?" asked Mary. "WTell, I don't believe I have," said Uncle George, thoughtfully. "But run away to your mother now, for I am going out." Uncle George went out, and was gone a good while, but all the time he was thinking that, after all, per haps he was not so well off If he had no treasure laid up in heaven to be ready for him when he left this world and his money behind him. He was so impressed with the thought that-he wisely determined to lay up treasures in heaven. He did so. Little Mary never knew until years after when she, too, with a clearer understanding of what it meant, be gan to lay up for herself treasures In heaven that It was her childish question that started Uncle George on a generous, active, Christian life. Zlon's Herald. THE HYACINTH BULB. "It's just an ugly brown ball," said Estelle, as she looked at the rough scaly bulb she held on her hand. "I thought, mamma, that you would bring me something pretty." "Mv little girl must not be too ready to judge by the outside appear ance. We will plant the bulb In a flower-pot, and see what" it will be." Estelle had almost forgotten the bulb, when one day mamma brought it out. "See," she said, "liere are two leaves showing. Now you may take care of .it." So Estelle put the pot with the two leaves just showing through the brown mold where It would have the sunshine, and every day she watered it with her little watering-pot, and soon a stem began to shoot up. Es telle was now greatly interested in what was to come from the brown bulb, and at last she saw a tiny bud, then another and another, that swelled in tne sunsnine, tin one morning she found that they were opening into a spike of beautiful hy acinths. "Oh, mamma," she cried, "I am so glad you brought it to me! I never had anything so pretty. And was that lovely flower really and truly hidden away down deep in that ugly root?" "The germ of It was there. With out the bulb we could not have had ,the flower. I brought it to you be cause I knew you would enjoy the blossom, and also to show you the beauty that may be hidden under the homely outside. Now, only yester day I heard you saying that you could not bear to look at old Mrs. Ives she was so bent and ugly." "But Mrs.' Ives can not grow into a hyacinth." ' s "Ah, my dear, there are flowers whose root is in the heart; and if you could know how cheerful and patient she has been, and how she has given her life for others, you would see that she had a beauty even beyond that of your flower." Estelle was -silent a moment. "I see what you ' mean, mamma; and Do not listen to the fine words of strangers, whoever they may be. And do not choose your friends until you know something about them. Chil dren's Friend. HOUSEFLIES. vy, uut luaio 'cuv. luc 6"i 1 o no-trim m or! hart HVoroVi inf w?V. u iuw v a iui aaa a ai u uuAvi V- a-1 ivi n li U or If a man should come tramping into your parlor, besmearing the rugs or carpets with the mud, slime and filth that had adhered to his boots as he worked in the sewers or walked In the wet gutters, there would be an exceedingly lively protest and a very thorough cleaning after he had been ordered out or kicked out. A resort to violent measures to get rid of such an affront and menace would be upheld by the courts and by pub lic sentiment. And yet just such a nuisance, only more Impudent and dangerous, Is tol erated In every house, with but little effort to expel him or with but indif ferent protests as to his presence. The common house-fly is an unmiti gated thief and scoundrel, a filth bearing .disease-carrying rascal, who does not stop at defiling rugs and carpets and furniture, but who delib erately and with intent sets his dirty feet anywhere, even upon the vic tuals you eat. And his feet are much more un clean proportionately than the boots of the sewer worker or the gutter rambler. For example: Dr. Hutch inson; a well-known expert, recently reported to the New York Merchants' Association that he had made some experiments on this point. He placed gelatine plates where house-flies would walk on them, and later put them carefully in a culture incuba tor. In forty-eight hours every point upon which a fly had put down its foot showed a clump of bacilli. It is in this way that house-flies carry disease. They seem to delight in getting their hairy legs and moist feet filled with germs. They thus carry typhoid. The flies eggs are hatched in moist dirt and filth, and, therefore, the best protection against flies is cleanliness, and the more near ly perfect it is the less attractiTe it is to the flies. Screens must, of course, be put up in the summer time to keep flies out of the house, but in addition to this (every nook and corner that permits . . , . r . . . me least accumulation 01 oust or airx is to be watched, for in these places the flies are hatched. There are or ganizations established to annihilate flies, just as there are to annihilate mosquitoes, but the fly problem is much the more complicated of the two. Cleanliness, as nearly perfect as possible, is the best protection against them. Exchange. said quickly. "That's a matter life and death to others." - Her friend shook her head. "No, dear, it isn't different. The task that God puts into one's hands al ways demands joy and enthusiasm to be done as he wants it done. The problem is not one of having 'thoughts above' one's work, but of lifting one's work to the level of one's greatest thoughts. Do you see?" Exchange. white llt-my old pique skirt, a bit mussed, but clean. I wore a dainty blue ribbon at my neck and a bow to match in my hair. A string of blue beads completed my costume. Last of all a A Dog Experiment. "Lady," said Meandering Mike, "will dat dog bite strangers?" "I don't know," was the reply. "We've been wanting to find out for sure for a long time. If you'll stand In the yard while we unchain him, I'll give you a sandwich if 'you care to wait for it." Washington Star. Essential to Success. (From the Chicago Tribune.) Lambert Kaspers, Chicago attor ney, told the following story at a re cent Young Men's Christian Associa tion banquet: A Kansas farmer, a Dane, applied for naturalization papers. - The judge asked him: Are you satisfied with the general conditions of the coun try?" "Yas," drawled the Dane. "Does the Government suit you?" queried the judge. "Yas, yas, only I would like to see more rain," replied the farmer. The Old "Confed's Consolation. - (From the Washington Star.) Gen. Edwin A. Taylor, of the Unit ed Sons of Confederate Veterans, told at a Memorial Day banquet in emphis this story: a soutnerner, ne said, "sat in the lobby of a New York hotel, dis cussing certain campaigns with a Northern. wen, the Northerner ended, with a laugh, 'well, we licked you, anynow." " Yes, you did the Southerner admitted; 'but it's plain, from the size of your pension list, that before we gave in we crippled every blessed one of you! " Am Well" writes Mrs. L. R Barker, of Bud, Ky., "and can do all my housework. For years I suffered with such pains, I could scarcely stand on my feet After three different doctors had failed to help me, I gave Cardui a trial. Now, I feel like a new woman." E53 Talto Tho Woman's Tcnlc A woman's health de pends so much upon her delicate organs, that the least trouble' there affects her whole system, It b the little things mat count in a woman's life' and health. If you suffer from any of the aches and pains, due to womanly weakness, take. Cardui ct once, and avoid more seri ous troubles. We urge you to try tt Begin today. sah.' s. touches of the string more than repaid. I was actually rested and In good humor with my self again, while the children were eager to follow every suggestion that I made. Oh. the magic of a white gown! American Motherhood. Tina.!: ion s, The Old School. The old "'fore de wah" darkey had asked a young attorney to write him a letter on his typewriter. "And Is that all you want to say. Rastus?" queried the man of law, at the close of the epistle. "Yas, sab, 'ceptin' you might say. 'Please 'scuse poor spellin an a bad pen. M July Woman's Home Companion. Worth More to Him. (From the Cleveland Plain Dealer.) "Ah were In de wah. sun," assert ed the colored man who was bagging. "Did you stand your ground when a real battle came?" "No, suh; ah done run!" "What Did you run at the first shot?" "Yassuh. An if I'd know'd It were The Catic:!! , ,-; k from now uaui N or after the J.o;: 7?J' for single uU-r:;.t!r; " of three ubmrrlptio-,V..Cri Please get up . V' you can sad tid Ci 4" rj ... . . . waters betwixt you - V.UIl. UUIUIUR 1111 t.ti Mm knnvlh all r iursi tsi sink under." ' 1 Famoui Kiimi t; Uf look with horror on Skja trxr Blothes. Sores, or lmp:fi don't have them, nor win u ' who uses Bucklen i Amies. Sh, glorifies the face. Lcir- Rheum vanish befor n. x sore lips, chspped h&adi. ciiit heals burns, cuts and braie r equaled for piles. Oal :s ctrj t all druggists. 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