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Page Cight i Tib. .... '- 1 aJ&fdrai fit "TB- gems THE BROOK. Adown th roufb mountain, o rr d old. S The brooklet cm dnclnf In ndli off cold: ' With Jimpli n4 rlppl ffuhs of fun, 8be bade her god mornlnc to earth, air and iuo. She played hide and aeek 'mid the rocks In the paa, oh. ntai-ftiii nulled the lor.r hair f the - i' i . j w - - i ra; I She toiwd the llht pray hlh above her In (lee: j In cool rocky valleys, so glad and so free. I She spent all her playtime, till, reaching! the mill. I one P(iian( !. Will. Her feet danced the mill-wheel as sally when She xkfpped o'er the rocks in the cool, shad) glen. And the wards which the break each day neerned ta say. Were. "Wark while you work, and play while you play." Anna Nell GUmore. TIIK HOY'S COMPANION'S. "Where is John?" Father, who had just returned from his day's work, made this inquiry concerning: his five-year-old son. "I thought he was out in front, watching for you," mother replied. "I did not see him." "He must have gone down the street, then. 1 cannot keep track of him any more. He is off every chance he gets." I "He'll be back in a few minutes," i father remarked indifferently. I Why be concerned about the child's absence? There was no danger. The street was a quiet suburban one, with no cars and few vehicles. j No danger? Ah, but John is more 1 than physical body. He is mind and soul as well. j John returned just as father said he would. He had been in a neigh-! bor's house, and there was no harm done. j No harm? Then why did John' hurry so with his supper, and leave the house so quickly when the meal was ended? Ah, well, the neighbors liked him. Of course, they did. Who could help it? His absence had its advantages also, for father had time to read the afternoon paper, and mother to do her evening work. "Where is John?" Five years later, father asks the same question. "I think he went down to Ander son's," mother replied. "Why does he go there so much?" "The boys have built a cabin in Anderson's yard." "Which boys?" "O, the Andersons' and the Grif fiths' and Will Hamer and Sam Van" Leer and a few more." Boys from the best families in the neighborhood. No cause for alarm here. But come, father, and see that cabin. Come quickly, for the mo ments are precious. This it is. Open the door. Whew! What an odor of stale tobacco smoke! Do not hesi tate on the threshold, for your boy is part owner here. What is that small box behind the rafter? Ah, cigarettes. And these papers, father; what are these? Dime novels. And this little book with no title on its yellow cover, which is pushed away back beneath the other papers; what is this? Quick, father! Have you a match? Burn them the booklets,' the papers, the cigarettes, the shanty all of them ! But stop a bit. The nicotine pois oning, the lies, the false conceptions of heroic manliness, the evil stories, the impure thoughts, the corrupt practices! Can you burn these things out of your boy and leave him un scarred? Can you gather them to gether in one hideous mass of corrup tion, and so utterly destroy them that he will know them no more forever? Can you? Say, father, if you can do this, come with the speed of the lightning's flash and the glory of the morning's light, to show us other fa thers how to do it. "Where is John?" The same inquiry is made when an other five yers is past. "He went down to the creek," mother answered. "Whydoes he go down there so much?" "They have a boat and a boat house." "Who?" "The Anderson and the Griffith boys, and Will Hamer and Sam Van Leer." The. same old crowd boys from the best families in the neighbor hood. But mother, did John forget to tell you that a few more boys had joined that company Jack Quinn, whose father keeps the notorious sa loon; Mike Donnelly, son of a low bred politician; and more of that type? No matter. Perhaps they are not so very different from your boy af ter all. "But this is Sabbath, father sud denly remembers. "Doesn't he go to Sabbath School any more?" "He hasn't been there for several weeks." "Why?" 'fl suppose he thinks he has grown too big." Go after the boy, father. To the boathouse? Yes,-or. to any other place he may be this Sabbath after noon. Do not go in anger, with stern reproach or arbitrary command, but go with loving pity and sympathy to bring him back. And wherever be goes, be his companion. Let his interest be your interest. Learn his ambitions. If he has none, create some. Another five years pass, and there come the same old query: "Where is John?" "I don't know," mother replies. "He never tells me now." Ah, the pathos of it; But try as you will, sweet mother lips, you can not utter the sob that is in the heart. It seems but yesterday those same lips sang the baby John to sleep, while the heart built magnificent castles virtue, love, achievement. They seemed si sure, so strong, those castles; but now they are blown over with the breath of these few words: "He never tells me now!" "Where is John?" You have ask ed that question many times In the past, father; and you were satisfied when mother answered- You will ask that question many times in the future; but there will be no answer. Long after the lips have ceased to re peat the query, your heart and soul will reiterate it, for in your inner most being will be the bitterness of a fearful disappointment. How glad ly yould you then recall the days when the little fellow romped through the house, while you com plained of his noise or shunned his society! Because you spurned his companionship then, you will one day yearn for a fellowship which you cannot win. Harry E. Bartow, in Mother's Magazine. ON PROBATION. "So you want to marry my daugh ter, do you?" said old farmer Scott, as he wiped the perspiration from his brow and inspected the young man rather sharply. Despite his indolent, almost effem inate air, which was the result o; leisure and wealth, Robert Leslie, Jr., was a fine-looking young man. As a rule, he was not easily embar rassed, but he colored and grew con fused under that sharp, searching look. "Yes, sir, I spoKe to Margaret last evening. She well, she refer red me to you." The face of the old farmer became softened, and he. said musingly "Maggie is a good girl, and deserves a good husband," and, then, sudden-! ly looking up asked: ' wnat can you do?" ! Leslie was almost dumbfounded at i this unexpected and abrupt question. "If you mean my ability to sup port a wife " "I know you are wealthy, Robert," interposed Mr. Scott, "but I take it you asked my girl to marry you, and not your property. What guarantee could you give me, in case you were to lose your fortune, that you would be able to support a wife? Do you know how to use your hands and brains?" Robert was entirely unprepared for such catechisation; consequently he stared blankly at his questioner without speaking. "I believe you have been through college," continued Mr. Scott; "have you any profession?" "No, sir. I thought " "And you want to marry my daugh ter?" interposed the old man. "I have given Maggie better advantages than most girls have, and she hasn't thrown them away. If she couldn't work she'd be no daughter of mine. I did say once that she shouldn't marry any lad who had the misfor tune to have a rich father, 'but she's taken a liking to you, so I'll tell you what I'll do you go to work like a man, and perfect yourself in some oc cupation; then come around, and if the girl's willing, you may have her." Having said this, the old man turn ed and slowly entered his house. Pretty Margaret was awaiting her lover at the r gate, their '"usual tryst-ing-place. The smile faded from her lips, as she noticed his gloomy, dis comfited look. "Pa means well," she said, when she heard the result of the interview, and then, after a thoughtful pause: "I'm not so sure but he is right. It seems to me every man should have some occupation." Then, noticing his grave look, she added softly: "Never mind, Robert, I'll wait for you." To the surprise of all his gay asso ciates, Robert Leslie suddenly disap peared from his accustomed haunts. Nothing was heard of him, except as Margaret occasionally received a let ter. He had applied for many po sitons, and after repeated failures, factory in Albany. But wherever he went, he carried with him her last words, "Never mind, Robert, I'll wait for you," and this urged him on to his best efforts. One pleasant, sunshiny morning, early in the next spring, as farmer Scott was mending his front fence, a light cart drove up, from which Rob ert Leslie alighted, with a quick, elastic spriag quite In contrast to his former leisurely movements. "Good morning. Mr. Scott; I un derstand you want to buy some butter-tubs and cider barrels. I think I bare some here that will just suit yon." The older man looked quizzically at the younger one. hardly recogniz ing in this brisk, energetic business man, the easy-going youth of a year previous. "Whose make are they?" he said, as he paused by the wagon. "Mine." replied Robert, proudly, "and I challenge any cooper in the State to make better ones." Mr. Scott examined each one criti cally. "They'll do," he said, as he set down the last of the lot. "What will you take for them?" "What I asked you for a year ago to-day your daughter." The roguish twinkle In the old man's eyes broadened into a smile. "You've got the right mettle in you, after all," he said. "Come in, lad, come In. I shouldn't wonder if we might make a trade." Robert followed silently. "Maggie, oh, Maggie, called Mr. Scott, going to the kitchen door. Margaret tripped lightly through the door. Her round, white arms were bared above the elbow, and traces of the flour she had been sift ing might be seen. She was dressed in a neat dark-blue calico gown, over which was tied a checkered gingham apron. When she saw Robert she blushed and smiled, and then turned doubtfully toward her father. The old man looked at her for a moment affectionately, and then said: Maggie, this young man maybe you have seen him before has brought a lot of tubs and barrels of his own make. He asks a pretty dear price for them, but if you are willing to pay it, all right. Your old father will stand by whatever bargain you make." Mr. Scott considerately left the room. The kind of a bargain the yqoung people made may readily be conjectured. In three months Robert led a happy bride to the altar. Believing that he could be of greater use in the world if he en gaged in some other line of activity, Robert Leslie turned his attention to the study of medicine, of which pro fession he became a useful and prom inent member. Each year, however, on the anniversary of his marriage, he remembers his aged father-in-law with a specimen of the handicraft by which he won his best and dearest possession. Lutheran Witness. tboagh he bad been mistaken in his supposition. "If this isn't a mean shame?" id Claude. He looked around as he spoke. He was In one of the prettiest chambers in the cottage, and as be began to notice things more particularly he discovered that a basket of fine, mel low pears and a plate of cookies were standing on the table. There was a pitcher filled with cool water from the well. At another time Claude would have eaten the fruit, and en joyed it, but he now felt so angry that be scorned to touch it. "I wouldn't have believed Aunt Ruth would play such a trick on me," he said, as he sat sullenly down beside the window. Presently Tim, the hired man. crossed the yard below, and stopped a minute to speak to Sally in the kitchen. "That 'ere poor squirrel of Claude's is grievin himself to death," were the words that reached the boy's ears. "Tim! Tim!" cried Claude, lean ing far out over the sill; "send Sally up here, won't you, please!" Sally's slow, heavy steps came up the stairs. He could hear her pant ing with the exertion. When she reached the third landing, Claude said very pleadingly: "Unlock the door, Sally; there's a dear, good wo man." She needed no urging, and after an hour's confinement Claude was at liberty. He rushed down to the barn, set wide the door of Bunny's prison, and let the little victim go back to the woods and groves. That night his Aunt Ruth told him the story of a great painter named Leonard! da Vinci, who used to buy cages and cages of birds in the mar kets, just for the pleasure of setting them free. Claude's eyes sparkled, and he said: "Aunt Ruth, that's just what I mean to do when I grow up." Pittsburg Christian Advocate. Ishouders, which have a general ten dency to push forward, should be squared and kept la position. They should be held well back, the chest carried forward and outward, as if supporting an imaginary rosette oa thm mnt prominent Dart. The posi tion is best attained by thrusting a' cane or a stick through the elbows as the arms are doubled up close to the : 2 t? -4. A rack md laid at th rfn . rest upon. Lj: nuy N and the drainar ,-4 1,.! this way b icsprotl 4' rough refrtceratof. ti 1 one that baa l-- .Z' In our botae for j?- Home Cocspanlos. , sides; the cane at the back holds the; shoulders in position. Take long deep breaths at the same time. These exercises practiced night and morn ing will give a chest expansion in a very little while. The amount of de velopment thus obtained can be gauged by measuring the chest with a tape-measure once a week, being careful to place It In exactly the same position each time. It should pass above' the breasts and Just under the arms. Exchange. . 7 A HOME-MADE REFIUGEKATOR. Take two large boxes, the second one somewhat smaller on all sides, and bore two one-Inch holes in each correspondingly, to give drainage and ventilation. Fill up the bottom of the larger box with powdered charcoal (or sawdust, if charcoal can not be procured) until the smaller box will stand on a level with the top of the larger box. Put the inner box in place, and fill up all the space around the sides with the charcoal. Fasten lids on both boxes to fit tight ly. On each side of the inner box. by means of cleats, put several shelves, leaving a space in the center for the ice. 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"Where?" said Aunt Ruth. "Down by the big elm. just over the creek. Jason helped me to make it, and I've put a forked stick in it. .vith a nice bit of apple on its end I'm sure I'll catch a squirrel before morning." ' Why do you wish to catch a squir rel, Claude?" said his aunt. "O.Aunt Ruth, a squirrel is such fun! And in the attic is a cunning little, cage, with a wheel on purpose for the fellow to run up and down. It is a shame to have that cage and nothing to put in it! I'll be real good to my squirrel, Auntie. He shall have fresh water and plenty of nuts, and I'll make a perfect pet of him." "But he'll be a prisoner," said Aunt Ruth. "Oh, he'll soon get used to that," replied Claude, taking another slice of bread and butter. Aunt Ruth said no more, but shp secretly hoped that Claude would not succeed in catching his squirrel. For several days he said nothing about it, returning from his little trips to the elm-tree with a disappointed look. One evening, however, he came fly ing with great leaps over the meadow and as he drew near the house he called out, gayly: "Hello, Aunt Ruth! I've got him!" "Let me beg, then, Claude,- that you will not shut him up after the free life of the woods, in that cubby hole of a cage. Put him in the loft over the granary that will be a splendid place for him," But Claude shook his head. He was proud of his captive, and meant to be good to him, and every day he fed him plentifully or tried to do so though often the nuts were un tasted. The sharp little teeth tore at the bars, and the bead-like eyes fairly snapped with anxiety to be free. "Let me out! Let me out!" Mr. Squirrel kept saying with all hi3 might. Aunt Ruth would stop and take a pitying peep at him, now and then, saying: "Yes, you poor creature, i would, In a minute, If you were not my nephew's property and perhaps I'll do it anyway." She set her wits to work to see if she could not give Claude a lesson, and one day not a great while af ter, the little boy, who had gone to tone of the upper rooms of the house on an errand, found himsejf to his surprise, locked in; somebody had turned the key on the outside. He knocked, called, and listened; but no one came, and not a step did he hear. He glanced from the win dow. Aunt Ruth, with her little velvet bag on her arm, was tranquil ly walking down the road to a neigh bor's. A ' party of boys were going nutting. He heard their merry shouts but could not make them attend his calls. Once Rob Farley did look round, but presently went on, as MALARIA headache, biliousness, in digestion, rheumatism, pimples, blotches, yellow complexion, etc, are all signs of poisons in your blood. These poisons should be driven out, or serious illness may result To get rid of them, use E59 Bedford's ack-Draught the old, reliable, purely vegetable, liver medicine. Airs. J. H. 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