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KSS THEM GOOD NIGHT.
P-0 tl' nra told, the snns are auns, uo llie n'ltc'-ry Hairs they climb, Suih Mills buzmni; inrmn-x. that chime Like be"-' among the Hover. irh.ir htiy Lrri iTif end hntny hearts f A e ' rr..w.ll..K f.in.l.s: B, ,.mn nnd tiilo nnd nmke-bellove r-ondro" iv, li of dreams they weave. And l,v c!""i 'oh'1"1"8, ' tinny nlclit t fair without. ' The new ni".'ii rUoH slowly. The nursery lump Is hurnlnR faint: H?h whlte-pd" (1 UVci a little snlnt. Their piayem " tlivy murmur lowly. , flood nlrht! The tired hon.la are stilt on pillows ""ft reposing; The it in and eliKJty mint" of sleep AboMt their tlioiiwhtH beuln to creep Thelr drowsy eyes or closing. fined nlKht While through the silent air The nioonhi i" r' ' streaming. rhey drift from .inyiiulit's noisy shore. k'ow out the MKht and shut the door And leave them to their dreaming. . Woman's Life. UlMter of Choice J Bj Y. H. Frkdlanier. "What's the matter with you!' Phll Ippa aske.d suspiciously. Her cousin had greeted her with a aort of ecstatic remoteness that called for explanation. At ber question ha made an osten tatious effort to return to earth. "Vbii." he wild dreamily, "I'm going to get married." If he had honed to surprise her the hop was futile. A touch of alert ness, betraying itself in hU eyes, put her on her guard. , , "My dear Rupert!" she cried con tentedly. "Really! How exciting! Do tell me who she Ib!" He sighed rather disappointedly. "1 don't know," he Bald. "I'm lust con " alderlng." Fhlllppa's eyebrows rose slightly as the glanced at the sheets of paper turroundlng blm. "in typewriting?" she Inquired, "Oh, lio; I see. You're drawing up the proposal?" He shuddered Indignantly. "Cer tainly not: How could I when I don't know yet who it's to be?' "One can leave a space," murmured Philippa, "and fill In the name after ward, you know." He looked at her with dignified re--proach. "These are not proposals," be Informed ber. "They are their ch&r&ct&rs" " ' Philippa stared. "Theirs? Whose?" "The girls to whom it would be possible for trie to propose." "Oh!" breathed Philippa, and hung over the table with interest. "What do you mean?' "Graphology," he said. "You see I feel a bit nervous about choosing." "Choosing?" rippled Philippa. "Oh, well," he sulked, "of course I know she may refuse me, but I've Bot to decide which to ask, anyway, haven't I?" "Oh, of course," agreed Philippa. "And you could make certain, couldn't you. by keeping a second In reserve? You know the sort of thing drapers put on their patterns. 'In making a choice we respectfully beg customers to elect two or three designs, to avoid dlsap' " ' "Oh, if you flud It so funny." he said disgustedly, and swept the paper Into heap. "I was trying to help," said she with Indignation. He was with difficulty Induced to proceed. "Well, I sent my handwrit ing to a graphologist, and end some girls' letters " "How mean!" flasheu Philippe. "Portions of letters," he corrected, with dignity. "And yesterday I got 'these from the man."- He indicated the typewritten sheets. Philippa sparkled. . "You'll let me see them?' the entreated, and ran her fingers through the pages. "How many? rive? Oh, but thut one's yours. Geraldlue first Somewhat fickle in your attachments" "Suppose she were fickle to me!' he groaned. "M'm!' agreed Philippa. Inattentive ly. "Fond of dress and excitement - Vl'he ita would suit her better R.an 1 should." "You are happier in the society of men than " You will admit," he Interruptei coldly, "that Geraldiue Is out of the quesiion." Philippa Inld her on the table not wltlii'iit he.-itation. "The others may te worse," blie mused. "Who's this? 0 IUr'la I'nwln. Of a somewhat cnld oi:d ...'..euiattng nature. Yes; she e: .. s 1. i-. me pay for everything ! ii v.o to out together. The will is c. ,! 1, with a tendency to bstln i ) " IIu shuddered. "A fair F'!ue of honor " "Ah .ii tli'd with faint praise," lec-o: . i,;'i.h ii.o for children or anl H:al " i s,i", pa leokr-d id' In sotce f,-:., ... -j ,,t i f: m is drcirifoi! ' She ,. i -.rs to I..' f. rt'y odious. !..t ,,. . . .i I..- ...... s : t Olivia. Ve: y j, : : .. , . l-.it I'.'' hisl.e.-t V, , . . ,s l'f" f.r , ' : weaknesses" Philippa unhesitatingly abandoned Olivia a depressing com ment on the numerical strength of her cousin's weaknesses. "But there's only Miss Betterton left now," she said anxiously. "Gift for what's this word? Nursing? Oh, I'm sure that's not true." ' "And if It were," Rupert demurred. "I don't want always to be ill you know, I'm afraid Bhe'd have no scope for her talents." Philippa nodded. "No, you're dread fully strong. Would enjoy photog raphy as a hobby" "Think of that! And photography and picture postcards always go to gether. And my entire Income would be spent on albums for them. I know? "Should cultivate,' Philippa con tinued, "tact and a sense of humor" She paused, "Cultivate?" she re peated, blandly. "What an fdea!" "Cultivate," he explained, "is the polite er graphologism for deficient In." "Thank you, so much," murmured Philippa Ironically. "But I only meant that that I think she .won't do." ' "No, I think she won't do." "But she's the last." "And I've got to choose one." They reflected. "Well," said Phil ippa, at laBt, desperately, you've paid your penny, and you'd better" "It wasn't a penny,' he Interrupted gloomily. "He's a very exceptional graphologist, and he charges five shillings each." "Oh!" said Philippa. "But Is five shillings so excessive for a really reliable wife?" "But when one goes In for to many," Rupert protested. She gasped. "I mean, prospective that Is, op tional," he corrected hurriedly. "But these four optional wives.' ob jected Philippa, "are all so hateful at least, when they're graphologlzed. I really think another Ave shillings would be a Justifiable outlay." She spoke a little absently; she was glancing through the typewritten character of Rupert himself, and he watched her with a hint of compla cency. A subdued light In her eyes as she looked up troubled him. ' "I'm afraid there are a good many mistakes in it," he said modestly. Philippa reflected. Dld you have to pay extra for yours?' she demand ed. "What for?" he asked uneasily. "The whitewash." said Philippa, with dancing eyes. He looked at her with gentle re proach. "I thought yours perfect," be said. "Mine?" "Yes." He searched In his pocket book. "I wanted to know yours, but, of course, I didn't put It with the others, as you are not available." "Please let me see It," she said, hastily. "Though though yoa had no right to do such a thing." She read it with distinct eagerness. Suddenly she laughed, and then found him awaiting an explanation. She looked confused. "It's it's dread lully whitewashed, too, I'm afraid. I suppose, for a consideration, the the graphologist leaves out your bad points?" "Yours are all there." "But there isn't one!" "Precisely." She was silent, and he came a step nearer. "Phil, dear, you're quite sure that particular design is is out of She studied the carpet attentively. "Some designs," she murmured, "can be got by renewing the order for them." He was incredulous. "This one was out of stock three weeks ago," he re minded her. ' She hesitated. "You chose such a bad time, Ru." she i confessed. "I I had a cold, and you ought to have known that wasn't the right time.' "Is this?" he demanded, eagerly. "How dare you," he relortert, "tor ment me with your four optional He gathered up tho typewritten sheets and tore tbem In fragments. "Al's fair," be began. But she put her fingers on her lips. "Ru dear, what a lot of trouble you took. Do you really think all those nice things of me?" He gasped. "I? But I told you I tent to the graph" "Not for your, Ru. Not for mine! Ho ,7as crestfallen. "I did send mine," he murmured, "but when it came, I touched it up." She lauded. "And even now she assured him softly, "it's not half good enough. And mine?" ' "I Inst wrote down what. 1 thought of yoV' h confessed. "lint how on earth did yon gueas? Typewriting tells no tales." ' Her lips quivered, '"iou tald l was sincere In my attachments. Ru. -fo yon are." ... "And that you were attached to c nun try life." "So I nm." gl.P hiMched tuddenly. "What a pity vol! f.P' pell to badly, nu. He wai pa:-zi led. "All e'lent men ,. .. , : .:. ( i.er. v. ii.ii 1 ... l. It ILTTLEABNi UTILEWOEN Eetln'. Now, wot's de m o' Joehln' . An' alius Ktvln' dlRS, , A-lHtmliln an- a-Jokln', An' auyln' boya la plm. Pa eaya me tummlrk't rubber, Er KiimrrlHsile etuff. An' saya me lens la holler, I never gits enough. A' slater, ahe'a a teacher 'Way up to number live. She aaya the anerc-onder feat eata 'em up alive. An' how a noatrleh uobblea. An' rtulpa wit' srettt dclleht. Jest grubi an' uraba an' awallers 'Must anything In slghtl Aunt Jnne she aaya my manners Is really ahockin' bad, T' see a boy a' greedy la 'acouragln' an' sud! , But ma ahe knows about It, flhe'a Johnny-on-de-apot! 6he aava when boys la growln Dey haa t eat a lot. An' bread an' Jnm la cheaper 'An medicine an' pills; Bhe'd rudder pay de grocer Lun pay de doctor bllte. An' lometlmes w'en dey's knockln', She sorter winks her eye. An' slips acrost de table Anudder piece o' pie. An' aaya. "Now, don't y mind 'em, I knows 'em, dat I do. Wen dev was klda an' hungry W'y, dey waa Jest like rou'jU);ge Not Wasted. How few of the nuts that drop from the boughs of the hlckorleB take root and grow Into trees! The squirrel get their share, and you get yours, and even those that decay under the ssow help to make the soil richer. The tree Is not a failure because all the nuts It bears do not make nut trees, and you are not a failure be cause all your undertakings do not turn out as you expected. Consoles tlous, whole-souled effort is not wast ed. The heavenly Father ees to that The Girl's Companion. Variety At Sea. For variety at sea, once when we bad been practicing with the six-Inch guns, and were "securing" for dinner hour, we saw a monster spouting off our starboard beam. We begged to take a shot at It, and the officer of the deck, recognizing an impromptu target, gave us leave. We fired two shots, and the expression, "a sea of blood," which I had always looked upon as an extravagance of speech, became a reality. When we returned from mess the ocean for a mile sur rounding the whole was as red well, as red as blood. From "Three Years Behind the Guns" In St Nicholas. The Reward of Head-Work. ' For several days the policeman on the beat bad observed a small boy who spent most df bis time lounging near a downtown street crossing, nnd seemed to have nothing, to do. One morning he accosted him. "Tommy," be said, "or whatever your name Is, you do entirely too much loafln 'round here. Hadn't you better be at home?" "I ain't loafln'," indignantly replied the boy. "I got a reg'lar Job here." "You've got a Job? What Is It?" "De guy wot owns dis store pays me a dollar a week, for keepln' dlB crossln' swept clean." "But I never see you doing sny work," said the policeman. "Course not," returned the boy. "I take de money, an' let out de Job fur -fifty cents a week to de kid wot't out dere sweepln' de crossln' now. He gits bis pay reg'lar an' don't have to do no head-work buntln' Jobs." The Sunday School Messenger. The Umbrella In the East. The first Englishman to carry an umbrella was one Hanwny, who lived at the end of the eighteenth century. He was regarded as an eccentric in dividual, but before he died, In 1780. the fashion he set was adopted by so ciety In general. Hanway was not the originator of the umbrella. Among the Greeks and Romans some such article was very common, though It was re ' garded as a purely feminine append age, and one which men 'might never condescend to adopt Put all over the East the umbrella has for generations been well known as an Insignia of power and royalty. On the sculptured remains of Kgyptlan temples one sees representations of klnKs going In pro cession with umbrellas carried over their heads. Even in India to-day some of the great mabsrajahs still call themselves "Lords of the Vnibrel la" and in on n ' twj pie'nted by tll'r. idng (r ' " viceroy of India in 1! ' ' nt.sii representa tive Is dev 'ho "monarch who relpn ov . ' ' 't. umbrella-wear-!n chief'- -t." Onlias only tonwu'lh t. tr""s of ar.y In dian to n ' I'w Imperial g soei.'l e the iiu;hr.'i.'u has heenrne. I .i I" lthUt a:. umhtv ' -'recta of Calcut ta f,,r Ii.. KcHlei.lly a mark of' V' S-T.el I' '' w':i- P ' " " Caiidat-i. Tho name Is as long as the plant is email, but hat it lucks in sizu It, manages to make up In other, ways. It Is a very mocVst looking lit tle plant, with pretty leaves and a very pretty flower. 13ut In spite of its modest looks and sms.il size, It Is a terrible scourge to all insects, for' It has all the sticky qualities of fly paper, and whenever a thoughtless fly or Insect lights on the leaves it is never able to get away again, for the sticky substance holds it tlgbt. As the Insects l;aa this little plant they are tei.ipted by Its Inviting ap pearance to rest on its pretty leaves and smooth down their wings awhile. But when this little fly-catcher once gets them ou its leaves. It holds them there until they are all absorbed, for Insects are part of the food which goes to enrich the constitution of this strange little plant. When the leaves are covered with Insects the little plant thrives and flourishes. This natural Insect-catcher would certainly be a great boom In many houses that are troubled with mosqui toes and flies, for If a few of the, lit tle plants were placed about .the room, their leaves would soon attract all the little buzzing pests that are so bother some during the hot weather. By Greta Bryar. Kitty Clover's Mistake. Where was Kitty Clover? Nobody knew. The children had raced up stairs and down, all round the yard, and nil over the nelghborheed, and they had come back from each search with sorrowful faces and heavy hearts. The Dnner bov. the letter carrier, the milkman, the butcher, the I grocer's clerk, and the man that came to repair the telephone, all were be sieged by a chorus of eager, question- Ing voices; but not one of them bad seen anything of a little gray kitten "the most beautiful little gray kitten , that ever was seen" which had two ' white spots "the cunnlugest white spots" on its tall. I Where was Kitty Clover? It was nearly time for the day governess to come; but Doris, and Rena, and Mar tha, and Hubert were not at the win dow watching for her, as they usual- ly were. No; they were running about the garden and the lawns, with fre- quent trips to the stables, calling In the most loving tones: "Kitty, Kitty Clover Kitty Cloverl Come, Kitty Clover!" Finally they had to go In the house and up to the schoolroom, for Miss Allls, the governess, had come. Of course, she was told all about the loBt kitten nnd, of course, she felt very sorry about it; "Put she cheered them up,, and told them she hadn't a doubt but that Kitty Clover would be found; and so they began toelr lessons feel ing quite comforted. But even during the geography leB son, Doris. could not help leaning over the hlghbacked teat father had put In the schoolroom ("out of regard for the children's backs," he snld) and whispering to Martha, "Do you sup pose we'll find her?" Right In the middle of the example J which Miss Allls was explaining, ' Bee the housemaid peeped In, and j beckoned to the governess. Miss Allls came back smiling, and told the children to follow her rery softly. What could It be? The little pro cession, led by Bpe, tiptoed along the hall, At the door of a guest cham ber, which had been occupied the night before by a friend of father's, who had gone away on an early morn ing train, Bee stopped, and held up a warning hand. There on the marble washstand J crouched the missing kitten. She ap peared to be listening Intently, while her fyes were -fixed on the hole In the bottom of the bowl. She did not look round when the children drew near. Miss Allls put her ear down to the bowl, and a faint gurgling was dis tinctly beard. "She thinks there Is a mouse there," she said. How the children laughed then. As If mice would be running round through the woter-ptpeBl What a fuiuiy mistake Kitty Clover had made!- Emma C Dowd, in The Sun beam. - ' Cape Codders In Winter. The Cape Cod newspapers now in terest more than ever the fellow who knows something about the cape and the islands. They begin to teia with lit t to paragraphs . about t'epo ' Cod folks who have b en away tor" the w inter, either at work or vh.lting, and who have dodged the bleak winds of the wlnte.r lime. Now they are be gluning to no home snaln, and the piipers .recoid ' their arrival. Some have' been to HoMon. Here and there one !ns been to New York. - A ihrimg has been rirht. here In ' Uroei, i .m, tl.o met popular of tlia Maesa' h . ita cl' les for the Capo ro l-b-pta. Thse ir.ovli.u Ii i'!v ('; Odd--! fd five or !x iuoiitl at I. .;." tfceiir'!e tin,'-ly find In v. . ,,y ,.. nick tin n toe) bit of te, iicy. i ' When ft.!) -em'-an-! .!"' ' i ' i;: h. ,.".,. '' : ! . o.I h.-el . 1: ,' V-y .-, PROSE AND POESr. A Rural Misadventure.) Thry rnnmeil between iJellclous delis; , lie hail sixteen ' . Kcslutlc spells. Ho cried" "Ton herds, , Von stretch of fence, 1 Yon f refiuent birds iiutneuse, lminensel "Yon bloftsoma ahy. Yon blitzing sun. Yon womlruus aky. All Alt "My own. my sweet, lo you not glow With bllsa completer bhe answered. "No!" He stopped; he eyed Her In a trance; , He almost fried Her with Ills glance. Then walked he Ksat And wHlketl aho Weat; Hla wrath Increased As tie progreased. For who would wed . With such a one When all la snld And all 1 donef -Tfcomoai K. Ybarra, In New York Times. THE WOru yea, money talks; but Its farorlt remark Is, goodbye. Indlanapolla Star. Unfortunately, tho less patience)' man has, the more easily he loses It Puck. Women like masterful men so 1. as they can lead them. Somir.i Journal. Bessie; Oh, say, mamma, why d . ' you play being nurse, and let papa kiss you? Life. . If woman gets her rights she will have to give up some of her privileg es. Town Topics. The easiest way to mend a broken heart is to have another girl break It over again. Puck. "I started in my business as a be ginner." "And 1," said the raclns; man, "began as a starter." LouisvlUw Courier-Journal. "Patience," said Uncle Eben. "i suniplu' dat everybody keeps losia" because ho thinks nobody else h&x it." Washington Star. It would be easier if European mon archs would consent to come over here and pick out their own diplomat ic talent Washington Star. A Chicago woman says wo shoul.l think In curves In order to be beauti ful. And yet how few of our base ball pitchers are beautiful.- Cleve land Plain Dealer. A neat proposal of marriage wis made by a young man the other night He said: "Now, Miss Schulz, yoa ear you have $r.0,00t) la your own name why not put it in mine?" Philadel phia Inquirer.. "I suppose you expect to receive a golden harp and crown some day," said the wandering evangelist "Oh, not necessarily," rejoined the drug gist, "but I expect something Just as good." Chicago Dally News. A New York man built. t boat In an upper story of a betel and now finds ho cannot get bis craft out of the building. Why not form a stock eoro psny for the hotel and float tire whole thing? Chicago Post. Miss Cunning "Why don't yon pro pose to her by telephone, then?" Mr. Hoamley (timid) "Maybe she would n't know who I was." Miss Cunning "Exactly; that mlsht help your chances." Philadelphia Press. Lawjer "The defendant in thds case Is a lazy, worthless fellow, isn't he?" Witness "Well, ijlr, 1 don't want to do the man any injustice. I won't go so far as to say bo's lair, but If It required any voluntary work on his part to digest his victuals, b would have died of a lack of nourish ment fifteen years ago." Chicago Tribune. Waving a ' bomb, the Anareblt.t sought the Sage. "Sir." he said, "l hnve but one bomb, and I wish to make it go as far as possible. How may I destroy the largest number ot the Enemies of Labor at one explos ion?" The Sage needed no time t ponder. '"Drop it ou the floor." he iild.. "at the next meeting of your B.r.i)Ciat!on." Cleveland Leader. Where the Honeymcen la Long. Ma-ris-es among the Moslems in li: !:a I kdloed by clher ccremonl-. ,' The briih? with tli'.' liri.le-io.-ini In Ink 1 en buck to b'i taiiicr's house art'f four dnv. t!nn ai'.tn s-he cornea hue'., i io her hr.: diiys"' i-t : , Itirnty : i; ) ..- - : 1m 9 'tor te a vt.y ; r 1..,", I to I, thut (-'H !' l ' r " " . I 1.CCC .1 'I "lie l.-tll.f 1 to'A .ir.l !!: ( ,! tm,i; t 1. h. ! i ' '1