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Of hJfbeet knowledge raoit dirtaelr true.
I prr thAt. knowing well ray olraplo dutr.
This I mar do.
I do not ak that men with (Uttering finger
Should point me oui w.
But only that the thought of me may linger
la one glad heart.
I would ttal rUe up upon the men below me
Or pulUng at the robea of men abore;
I would that frlenda. a few dear friend,
meg know me.
And. knowing, lore.
I do not pray for palace of splendor.
Or far amid the world's delights to ream;
I pray Uiat I may know the meaning tender
j Of home, sweet home.
I do net ask that heaven's golden treasure
Upon my little, blundering life be spent:
But oh. I ask thee for the perfect pleasure
- Of calm content.
Amos R. Wells
She most! Panting for breath, soo-
blng and praying, on the ran. She
heard not the shouts in the street
her eyes were on her brother, getting
nearer and nearer the awful saloon.
He was too frenzied to heed the
shout, bat a girl's piercing cry of
aeony and despair made him halt and
torn about. The next moment he' was
beside the unconscious form of little
Kathleen who had been knocked
down by a runaway horse.
Back to their home he bore her
and laid her on her own little bed;
nor would he Jet any one touch her
except the surgeon, although many
sympathetic neighbors came to help.
"How is it, doctor?" asked James,
There was no'reply for a moment,
while the surgeon took up his medi
cine case and opened it.
"The head escaped miraculously,
and no bones are broken except the
leg. We might manage that if it
were not for these wounds and the
Donahue was
twelve shock. A collapse is probable, but.
vears old Judging by her height wuuul .unij " I
Touroald have thought her to be not covers consciousness." When the eye
7 fT Z after a Klimpseds at last unclosed and she saw
"A" tllTJl e anl1 Jmes bending over her she smiled,
anxiety you would have said that sheithough shaking with pain
.d-SSVA JUU s-a wvr vmw sv w w
mie?" she whispered.
"Oh, Kathleen! Kathleen!" he
"Did you, Jimmie?" she persisted
in a weaker whisper.
was already a woman; lor even a
little girl becomes a woman when
she is set to solving a hard life
problem. Kathleen's brother James was her
preblem. She had been his house
keeper for the past year, ever since
their mother died. The neighbors
said that James ought to put the lit
tle girl in some home where she
couM be properly cared for. She(
ought not to work so hard, and that
James was too fond of liquor, some
times coming home in a dreadful
condition. Kathleen told her broth
er the neighbors' talk.
"Shall you do it, Jimmie?" she
asked, catching hold of his arm in her
anxiety. For answer he took her on
kts knee.
"You do work too hard, Kathleen,"
he said tenderly.
"No, I ilon't Jimmie, I love to
work. All the forenoon I'm thinking
how nice it'll be when you come home
to dinner, and in the afternoon I
hare lots of time to rest. The even
ings are the hardest, brother," she
half-sobbed, as she timidly patted his
"Yes, you're too much alone, Kath
leen, but you know evening is the
eimo T hiT tn tret a bit Of en-
VIUJ " t
. . . Mt -I-
lAvtntnr wit n m v ineniu.
"I know. Jimmie, but it isn't being
alone, it's the the fear "
"The fear that I'll come home
drunk. I know, Kathleen. The
neighbors are right. I'm a brute and
not fit to take care of you. You
must grow up a good girl, for moth
er's sake."
Tears filled her eyes.
"I'm trying. Jimmie. but don't you I
think you ought to be a good man
for mother's sake? You are good.
Jimmie all "but the drink." she add
ed, nestling against him, "and I
don't want to leave you. You won't
bind me out, will you, dear Jim
mie?" she piteously begged.
"No." he answered, strong with a
new resolve. "Kathleen, I'm going
to try to be a good brother to you
and let rum alone. It'll be a tough
fight, but you must help me, little
"I will! I will!" she promised eag
erly; "and I'll ask God to help you,
too. Jimmie." j
Sho fulfilled, her promise. For two
or three days James remained con
tentedly at home in the evening and
seemed to enjoy himself with reading
and games, then he became restless
and Kathleen tried in every way to
interest him And keep him from the
saloon. She invited young people to
play games, and she gave them lem
onade or some other refreshment.
Occasionally she went with him to a
neighbor's to spend the evening, still
he grew more and more gloomy, and
finally he took to walking nervously
about the room after supper. Poor
Kathleen! How she prayed, talking
to. God as she would talk to her moth
er, and begging Him to tell her how
she could save her brother.
Two weeks went by and the time
came when the drink craze was at
its maddening height. James had
eaten no supper. His eyes were glit
tering and his hands shook from the
strain of the battle. He snatched up
his hat.
"I'm going out for a minute," he
s&ld hoarsely, moving toward the
Kathleen hurriedly brought him a
cup of strong coffee from the table
"Drink this first. Jimmie, dear
she pleaded. V -
With a shamed face he gulped i
down and sank into a chair, where he
sat for some minutes with his face
in his hands. Kathleen crept up to
him and putting an arm around his
neck began to stroke his hair. For
mm - I- A Ta
a naix auur ue was uuicl iugu ao
suddenly jumped to his feet and
without waiting for his hat darted
out of the door
With a low cry Kathleen ran after
him. She must save him! She must!
The good God would let ner save
him somehow. James was running
straight for the one saloon which the
place held. Could she catch him?
"No, little sister,," he answered,
and saw a heavenly smile light up
I the pinched face at his reassuring
"God did let me save you, dear
Jimmie," she murmured, with pro
phetic joy. Then she drew his hand
to her lips and kissed it.
A few minutes later the tearful
watchers heard her faintly ask, as
her eyee again opened:
"What shall I tell mother, Jim
"Tell her," he said, choking back
the sobs, s"that with God's help I'll
never touch another drop of liquor."
Those who heard him and knew
his after life -believe that in that
supreme moment a new mannooa
was born within James Donahue.
"With God's help," the smiling
Ips tried to repeat.
A joy not of earth transfigured her
face and little Kathleen had gone to
her now home. Union Signal.
"All my wealth I give to Jesus,
I surrender ail."
Phyllis Goodhue's clear young
voice rang out above the rest as the
congregation in the litle church at
Millbury sang the closing hymn for
the Sunday morning service. Across
the aisle an old man joined in with
thin, quavering tones.
Phyllis frowned. "I don't see how
old Judge Grayson can sing a hymn
like this," she whispered to her sis
ter who was standing beside her.
"Precious litle of his wealth he's like
ly to give away. We tried to- get a
dollar from him for the organ fund.
and he actually refused to 'give any
"Hush, Phyllis; domt talk now,
admonished the older sister; "be
sides, he might hear you,"
So Phyllis joined in the hymn
again, and sang with earnest, serious
face and eager eyes:
"I surrender all;
All I have I give to Jesus-
I surrender alL'
"It's a beautiful hymn, isn't it,
Agnes?" she said, as they were walk
ing home together. "It just makes
me long lor ai itne wealth in the
world, so that I could lay it all, all at
the Master's feet. And think of the
people all around us who have so
much, and are so selfish and stingy
with it!"
"They won't even give for the or
gan fund," laughed Agnes,
Phyllis colored. "But surely that
is what Mr. Snyder would call a
worthy object. And Judge Grayson
was really hateful in his refusal. It
did vex me to hear him singing the
hymn this morning. It's deceitful
think; he didn't mean it."
"O, Phyllis, dear, you musn't crit
icise your elders so freely. It's not
becoming in a young girl."
"Well, don't preach, Agnes, and
we'll talk about something else.
What would you do," she went on
presently, "if you had a lot of money
left yon mnexpectedly?"
"It would certainly be unexpected
if it came," returned Agnes:' "but an
swer your own question. 'Phyllis
you've thought more about it than
Phyllis' eyes grew dreamy, and her
face looked very sweet as she said
wny, i u surrender it, or course
just as the hymn says. I would'
sing a hymn like that if I did not
mean it." They were passing the
new hospital building, and the sight
of the plain structure gave her an
idea. That's what I'd like to do,
Agnes build hospitals to relieve suf
fering, and homes for little 'children
who have no parents. Yes, if I were
rich, I'd plant hospitals all over the
country." "
"Bravo, Miss Phyllis," called a
cheery voice behind the girls; and
Phyllis turned la dismay to see Mr. train arriveo. another train a local
Snyder, the new minister, who had train will go back, and It will sarely
evidently been near enough to over- atop at your town. Your folks will
hear her last words: . "That Is a wonder why you did not come at the
worthy ambition, indeed, and I sin- promised time, but when yon do ar
cerely hope that some time yon may rive they will be all the more pleased
have the funds to carry out your de- to see you. They will be more pleased
sire. And then" his eyes looked, than If you had come at the right
mischievous, though his face remain- time, for they will be afraid you are
ed serious, "perhaps you may be able lost, or something else has hsppened,
to find some girl with a sweet voice and when yon step off the train they
who will visit your hospitals occa- wm be ever so relieved and happy."
sionally. and cheer up the poor suf-j And the frightened look began to
ferers with her singing." Touching fade from the little woman's face,
his hat, he passed quickly on. land she did not rub her hands ner-
Phyllis stood for a moment quite vously. Then to take her mind away
still, gazing after the vanishing form from her painful situation, he began
of the young minister. Her cheeks ' to talk about other things. Presently
were red, and her eyes were filled j heard him telling her, with much
with tears. Then she walked on so dramatic action, one of the mostex
rapidly that Agnes was obliged to re-1 cruciatingly funny stories I ever
monstrate. heard. At first the little woman was
"It's too warm to walk so -fast, not sure whether, under the circum
Phyllis; and whatever is the matter , stances, it was proper 0 for her to
with you, anyway? Mr. Snyder did .laugh. But presently she laughed
not mean to vex you, I am sure. You, with delight.
have a good voice, we all know that; Now the boy rose to go. As he did
and " Ibo he lifted his hat, and made a bow.
"Do be still, Agnes," Interrupted Then he resumed his seat. I was
Phyllis crossly, and Agnes said no n0w intensely interested In the lad,
more. and in a few minutes I sat down be-
As soon as she reached home Phyl- side him. Putting my hand famlliar
lis went at once to her room, and iy upon his knee, I remarked:- "The
there faced the troublesome thoughts little woman over there is a relative
the minister's words had called forth. cf yours." Now it was the boy's turn
Her vexation was passing away, and to feel confused. He turned red, and
a deep feeling of saameand contri- stammered out: "Why, no, sir, she
tion had taken Its place. It was only i3 not a relative of mine."
a week ago that Mr. Snyder had ask- "Well,!one of your friends," I sug-
ed her to sing at the hospital, and gested, "or possibly one of your moth
she had refused for so silly a reason er-s friends?" 0
that she hated to acknowledge it, ; n0, sir. I never saw her before in
even to herself. And just the night my Hfe."
before her father had asked for her "Never saw her before? Why, then,
to sing an old-fashioned song he was did you go over there, and take such
so fond of it rested him to hear her SDecial Dains to comfort her In her
voice, he said; but as she was busy anxiety and distress?"
with a piece of embroidery, she made with no little hesitation he told me
an excuse that she had no time. And this:' "I was glad of the chance to
old Mrs. Lindsay was so lonely just cneer her up. My life up to about
now, and she Had asked her weeks eight months ago was a selfish life.
ago to come over some evening and My amDition was simply to have a
sing for her. "Mr. Lindsay always good time. But my Master showed
oved to hear you, dearie, and it will me tnat tnat waa a smaii mean way
help to hear the songs you used to t0 iiTe and T promised that if He
sing to him," she had said. And WOuld help me, I would never again
Phyllis had really meant to go, but iet a day Dasa that j did not try to
weeks had passed, and she had found do at ieast ono little service for him.
no opportunity. im giad to say that I havent missed
;Yet I was conceited enough to a day ye But r was afraid about to-
think if I had money I would give it day l nave been traveling since early
reely, when the few little things l moraine, and evervthine has been
can give, I keep as stingily as any old stranee to me when I heard the
miser. Even now I am being selfish, conduct0r talking so roughly to the
eaving dear old Aggie to get ainner ld , and h friehten-
while I mope up here." ;ed and worried she was. I said to mv-
So she dried her eyes, and putting self. ,Good Gnouek! There's mv
on a big apron which quite covered chance So j jU8t went over and
her slim, girlish figure, she ran down smoothed her all down for Jesus'
stairs to the kitchen where Aggie was gae
poking an obstinate fire. t naTi heard manv sermons on
"Forgive me for being cross, Ag ChrIgtlan consecration and Christian
gie, dear," she said contritely, "and servIcG, but t never heard such a Mr
for leaving you to get dinner all mon aa that nreached to me hv thft
alone. Now give me that poker, and lftd on raUroad that day. It wa8
et me nx tne nre you how i am not an act DromDted by mere nitr. It
genius at that." was not - service that had Its limit-
Then as the fire responded to herjfn hm,nitftHT, Anmr m t
"I went over and smoothed her down
for Jesus' sake." Epworth Herald.
. a
play. Her. corns a crow of echool
boys and girl. How Indepeadtat
and confident they look! Would that
all their hopes and ambitions canld
be gratified!
A physician hurries by. pansing
enough to say: "A Utile son has corns
to gladden the cottage over the way.
Hers comes a happy fanny uier.
mother and half a dosen children.
Papa has a holiday ,and they are go
ing to spend It with grandma on
farm. An automobile goes by. The
occupant is one who spent his life in
the accumulation of wealth. Now In
& foreirn land children and grand
children spend the reward of his la-
hor. while, surrounded by only acn
kindness and affection as money can
buy. he Uvea In the stately mansion
on the hillside.
A early-decked crowd comes round
the corner. There is jingling of bells,
snd "Hsppy be the bride thst the sun
shines on." Ah. this Is a wedding
nwMiinn. They pass into the
church, snd are lost from view. Chil
dren are coming In all directions.
smfn of music fill the air. This is
the old organ-grinder on his annual
itt "Yankee Doodle." "Annie
Laurie." and "Sweet Bye and Bye,'
follow In quick succession, the mon
key takes the pennies, and they move
on to the next square.
Yonder is a bevy of handsomely
gowned and attractive women. A
fashionable club has adjourned, and
they, too, are hurrying homeward.
The sun is sinking in the west.
hear the tread of marching feet, and
the old soldiers pass by. They are
following a comrade, a veteran of the
Civil War. veteran in the battle of
life, to his last, long home. The
shadows lengthen, workmen home
ward plod; twilight gathers; the stars
come forth; the day is done.
Franklin, Pa.
Auvrm are very ft
wooxa yon can be
m all subjects. D7Jf
of your intimacy ia
and never go beyoad iLJj .K
The best part of
performance of his daily k
hlgber motive, iiesi
sentiments In
count If they do act 1U
to strengthen hla for U
charge of the dnti. v.
upon him In the ord!ArT ..
life. It VT rtv.. ' if
&xlng Somad
tn the earth are sootUa
fore a terrible earthed, .v s w
of the coming peril. NturrTJ
Ings are kind. That 4all v""
achs in the back warp, m
neys need attention If yea
cape those danreroui xzUJ
Dropsy. Diabetes, or BriurTh"
ease. Take Electric Bitten M T
and see backache ay tZ& & I
best feelings return. "yy
ceived great benefit fro a nv,
for kidney and bliddtr trA-!
writes Peter Bondy. Sout w
wood. Mich. "It is ceruiily Zl
kidney medicine." Try it.
cents at all drujgiiu. "N
energetic attention and burst out into
glowing flame, she said, somewhat
shame-facedly: "Can we have din
ner a litle early? I am going to the
hospital to sing at the afternoon ser
vice, and I shall have to leave at 2."
And Agnes, being wise and tact
ful beyond her years, said only,
"Why, yes, dear; just set the table
while I finish preparing these pota
toes, and dinner will soon be ready
-Pittsburg Christian Advocate.
The train stopped at a junction in
the mountains, and took on several
passengers. Among the number was
a little old woman, who took the seat
just inside the door. She was very
small, and could not have weighed
more than a hundred pounds. She
must have been eighty at least. Her
face was deeply wrinkled, but was
beautiful. Her clothes were plain,
but neat. Her eyes seemed very
bright as she looked out through her
gold-rimmed glasses. The little wo
man was evidently unaccustomed to
travel, for she seemed nervous and ill
at ease.
"Tickets!" called the conductor as
he entered the car.
The new passenger went down into
her bag for her ticket, and with?
smiles all over her face handed it up
to the conductor, instantly a frown
came over his face, and in a coarse.
loud voice, he said: "What are you J
aomg on tms train t we dont stop;
at your town. No stops till we get to,
Scranton. Guess you haven't travel-'
ed much, old woman. Next time you '
go away from home you'd bet
ter take some one along to take care
of you. We'll take you on to Scran-'
ton, and you can get back to-night,
The little woman was thoroughly
frightened. She turned red In the
face and then she got white. She
rubbed her hands in pitiable nervous- J
ness, as she looked hopelessly about.
Just then a young fellow, perhaps
eighteen years of age, who was sit-
ting across the aisle, got up and
crossed to where the unhappy woman
was. Standing before'her, he raised
his hat and made one of the most ex
quisite bows I have ever seen. Then
he asked permission to sit down be
side her. The old woman was some
what deaf, arid, sitting In the seat di
rectly behind them, I could easily
over-hear the conversation.
"It is not as bad as the conductor
says,"! I heard tim explain. "People
oftenx get on the wrong train. I'm
not very old, but have gotten on the
wrong train twice myself. But I got
home aU right. You'll get home aU
right, I live at Scranton, and I know
that In just about an hour after this
By Ella M Smith.
The night was warm and snltry, so
I came down to watch the break of
day. The sun was just peeping over
the high hill. The sky was intensely
blue, with here and there small fleecy
clouds, which looked like bouquets
plucked from the "gardens of the
gods," cast down upon the children
of men. Every leaf and blade of
grass was covered with dew, which
glittered and gleamed in the sunlight
like myriads of diamonds. Blue
birds and robins flew here and there.
adding life and color to the scene.
All nature was awake. A heavy cart
went lumbering by, and the hours of
toil and labor have begun.
Here comes a workman, whose
slow movements and rugged frame
speak of the far-away fatherland.
His companion has the dark eyes and
sun-kissed: complexion of the land of
romances and poetry.
' The sun climbs higher, and all the
world is awake. Little children come
forth- with shouts of laughter to their
By Flora Bess Martt.
Lena's ninth birthday had arrived,
and her brother and two cousins, by
way of celebration, had before noon
succeeded in making the little girl so
miserable that she refused to eat, at
'the table with them. Nora was sym
pathetic, and at Lena's request, had
spread her dinner on a dry-goods box
under the shed in the back yard.
Here it was that Fluff, the cat, hav
ing climbed down from her safe perch
in the pear tree, found her seated on
a three-legged stool eating from the
box. Her small, brown toes were
curled over the round of the stool
and her slight, calico-clad figure had
a dejected appearance. She ate slow
ly and swallowed frequently; a tear
rolled down and dropped on the but
tered bread.
Fluff put up a soft paw and caught
at the hem of her dress. Instantly
the child caught the cat up in her
arms and sobbed out her woes, re
gardless of the proximity of her din
ner. "Those boys are horrid," she cried;
I shan't ever speak to 'em again! I
hate boys!" she declared, growing
more tearfiul In ber self-pity.
Just then Unele Joe came along.
"Why, how's this, girlie?" he in
quired, slipping his arm around her.
Lena told him.
"Now," he consoled her, "red hair
is pretty, and all little girls who have
freckles are sure to be beautiful when
they grow up. Don't you let them
think you care what they say."
Lena looked at him doubtfully out
of one big, blue eye, while she ap
plied a freckled little fist to the other
"Did you make this bread?" sober?
ly inquired Uncle Joe.
"No, but I mashed the potatoes."
He tasted them.
"Why, pet, those potatoes can't be
beat! You'll make a boss cook some
day," he announced, gently pinching
the rosy cheek, of the now smiling
Her eyes followed him adoringly as
he moved away. "Fluff," she whis
pered, "ain't he the gran'eet man!"
Western Christian Advocate.
Printed la PmcphlH Form
Sent Postpaid or by lh
press at 3 Onu a
The first large edition of tta
speech has been exhtuttt4. Ttt
demand has continued to grtu
that It has been necessary u
print a second edition. Krry
Republican who wants to tee ta
party grow and win In the Suu
as well as the Nation shot!!
get up a club of at least tea or
twenty for this speech and sa4
in his order right away.
The speech quotes from tl
Bragg Fraud Commission Report
the facts which brand forever u
false the charge which tit
Democratic machine pollUciiu
have been making agalnit the
Repmbllcan party for forty yeirt
to the effect that they were ri2-
ty of issuing the carpet-big
bonds and "looting the State." '
Mr. Butler stated In his ipeeck
that every copy of that Bran '
Fraud Commission Report had
been burned or destroyed, so tar
as he knew, except the one eon '
which hs had. He qutes the
facta to show that it waa lead-'
Ing Democrats snd not RepofcU-'
cans who were retponiiblt for 1
whet looting of the State wai
done. '
The speech not only sets hi-
tory straight for the first Use
on this important matter, bet t '
also gives the records of both
parties, and besides ptesentJ the '
great living Issues bow before '
the people In both State ai '
Nation. If a copy of this speech
Is put In the hands of every to
er in the State, it will seas the '
defeat el the Democratic b
chine, which they so richly V
serve, and which the fotere 9
growth and prosperity of the
State demands.
Now is the time to eMstribste
sack literature while the peoplo
can read and think. It wifl to
ten times as much good sow si
it will during the heat of s esa-
psign. t
The second edition li oi
fast, so send In your orders at
once. Address. t
Raleigh, N. C.
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