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Mid tne ninny taski the years Impose Come blithe and blissful times. And strewn through a world of rustic prose. Aro ripples ol restful rhyme. But the Joy Wl deem the dearest eem The shortest In their stay. For we never can greet a dny so sweet Hut the clock will lick It away, Away, The clock will tick It away. The pretty housemaid who waited .--,ii the third noor 01 - a friendly interest in the ten ants' affairs, and assumed that tney "ok an interest la hers. When Miss Bison arrived, with the largos amount of lustre ever brought to Hats, even by a lady. Mary 'too. to her" at once, and volunteered her Stance in unpacking. While they wore engaged in thin pleasant occu ration, she arranged to come in and do Miss Johnson's hair every evening it's every bit her own,' she to.d .... ' ,-,r' wife, "and her complex- j0I, -oo; and you can see that she s never been used to doing things tor , her elf. I never saw manners llko I ,h.. ot except in a play, nor loons . lier" On tho second evening Mary toid , , i.kninn ail about her iamuy , i ' .', third evening, whil" she. tp acting as lady's maid, she cor.- .11,1 thnt Rhe was encased iu ' ... ..... .....,-e Imp nnd voting man i" t"'- s "'' ' . his mother's brother an inspecor o. ,,0'icv and can't bear me to loo.; ot i man hardly-not that I rant t... Vhv he's Jealous even of the geiuic- n;a:i next uoor in ou. What is he like?'" Miss Joliuscn ; rv funinieu iu mi ui - . . . ... .... ,i ... j r.,1 pr.-d teed a locket. H -'s fair." she sulci; "and his halt i' tell him it's ginpery, but it's a gold n sort of brown." i!e looks a very like fellow." Miss Johnson said; "quite s'l-lt10'..111 J ho;.e vou'll be very happy. Hut I meant the gentleman In tho ne.t Hat. T'. nr.. W....T1 hilll VC't i C iiv. ...... . v-irv naused In her hainlrrssmg to j ....... ,,(Hcli.nt lmrressivenes.i. j I.'."... win Miss." she do- .-11U i ciu n-, i ----- ... s'pven months, come next weak. I've waited on him and never set eyes on wi". v. be.n in his rooms further than the i.:ii m rtiiKt item. even. CoO'l- m state they 11 b': lien: in!" "Doesn't he ever go out?' "Never!" said Mary emphatically. "That is very strange." "Strange: It's downright unnaitiiai nut hp must be off his head, though Roses and ' By OWliN OLIVER. H it's sensible enough Avhat he writes ; o;,t 0f his shell, so to speak. If on the slate, I'm bound to say." comer.o could do something to re-..-r!, -int.-." Miss Johnson looket! i ,i;l,l li'm of her. that would he a tiKin'rv at Marv in tl'.e loukins-glas--'. Tho tlnte" Marv repeated, nod-I dir.,- her head. "He writes his oniei on it and put3 it outside the door; anl I bring tho things he wants and h ave them there; and when I've gone he takes them In. Sometimes I sneak to him, but he always writes the nn-civoru-hon hp answers. Once n week he writes Yourself," and leaves a couple of dollars on the slate. So I've no cause to complain, aud him wanting next to nothing done nelth- rr but It cives me the creeps talk in? to a man what no ones ever teen." "Someone must have seen him when he came," Miss Johnson sug gested. "Well, the porter srjs as lie did. and the porter's wife says ns she did; tut one makes hlra out tall and dark, anl tho other Bhort and fair. So you can't go by either of them." "Didn't you ever get a peep, Ma ry?" The two faces In the looklngglass smiled with very similar expressions. In their different degrees they wre both very feminine women. "Once I hid around the outer door." Mary confessed, "and I caught just a glimpse of him. but" she tittered. "Yes?" said Miss Johnson eagerly. "How did he look? I mean, what is he like?" "I didn't have tlnio to notice, for he slammed the door in a way that made me Jump nearly out of my skin! The next morning he wrote that if I did not restrain my impertinent cur loaity ho'd scrawled over the 'im pertinent.' but I made it out he should leave at ouce. So I didn't try any more. It's no use killing the Itoose that lays the golden eags, so to speak. You see, I'm putting by In ra-to rnll Mr Innpi hones to b? lead clerk by Christmas; and if I see any little thing for our for a tiotise I get it, and put It by, you see, MUg." "I toe. Are you very fond of him, Miry?" Mary twisted Miss .Johnson's hair tightly. .'' - ' "Voir do ret fond of people," shb .apologlcd. ' ' .More flyin reason sorne t'cies; and that's what I expect hap pened to him." Eho nod led her lead TICK IT AWAY. But If pleasure must hurry so quickly pat, Then sorrow mupt do the srtme. And a word of praise Is sure to last As lor.g as ti wotd uf hhinie. And th-T'-'s n-'Vcr a night no void of light Hut wakes to n go'.den day. For we haven't a Kt'lef so broid or brief Uut tin; clock will tick It away, Away, U'he cluk will tick It tiway. Nixon Waterman. tmVflrtl-1 Ml hnrml;'.. flat t'T 1. r,,.,l others don't hold with me, and say no one wouldn't take on so over a i'irl." "How do they account for his fool ish conduct?" "They've all sot their own Ideas. The porter declares he's done some thing, and daren't show himself, Tho porter's wife guesses he's got a dis figuring disease but I saw enough of hlra to know It Isn't that. The ele vator inv SllillOts llii'a nn onnrnhlct But he Isn't tho sort to do harm to any rosy "No o?" Mary thought that Miss Johnson began with an assertion, though she changed hor tone to in- n.uiry. " hy do you think so?" "Ho's got a feeling heart. He heard me cryln- to myself one day, r.n i no asKej me on the slate: - 'What's the matter?' And I told him mother was ill, cm! no one home to .i-'i, :uht n-r; ami r.e wrote to tne r.othT wits weil. and he'd nay nil the "xpi nfos : nn 1 he did. doctor's 'lili a:u! nl!. Si ! don't believe he'.? , the .-or! to : i anything wrong; and ' I make in do'.t'n it's a live affair that 'I'.vci i: in: to !t. t,.otig!i I do fay it i r! Hciilo;i3 n .njonso. and he otr-'ht to he .-liahti ; '.: v. too "Ho i:m-t hive been very fond of nr." Miss Jel.iiinu mid thought l'uliy "And she mu-t have treated him sl ochi'ii." Mary a 1 I' d. trying to s Mi.-s Johriro::'.- f.ice ill the glass. "n s. I'itt il n't ynti think t'nat a nan v. 1: : c ;: i r . - rn In this absurd a-ay must hae h e:i very trying. Ma ...... i:-eir eyes rn-.t at last in me iooi;- iug glass "I'm sure he was. Miss," Mary sail oiMTihatirillv l,pd tho Indv mavn t have been to blame a bit, for all I k now." "I'm not defending her. I think I am sure she would would let him forgive her, if he wanted to. But you son. uhe can't find out while he be haves in this ridiculous way. "If she- wrote to him.?" Miss Johnsan shook her head. "Most like he wouldn't o;rn the letter." Miss , Johnson nodded. "He wants draw i uoo.l way to begin, I .'-.hou'.d think Yes." Miss Johnson agreed. "That is vhv I that Is what I should think She was al'.vavs fond of roses like I am." There were roses all around In r rooms alwavs. "He used to send her some everv (lav. and if there is anything that would remind him of dor "She nicked seme out of a howl niiil handed them to Marv. "Put these in a glass and stand them on his tray the next tiine you take any ,hln Yes. Miss." Marv beamed. "Il s i i I; i . n novel. And if he asks who sent them?" Miss Johnson smiled. "You can say Miss Johnson." "And I always knew it couldn't be vnnr real name:" Mary cried; "and I don't surnose his :s Smith either.' fiti"' said Miss Johnson. "Hi rn'ls himself Smith.' dees he. Thank you, Mary; I am much obliged in vnil." She shrugged her shoulders, aud tonk tin a book to read. Mary's cur ions eves fastened upon It. 'li it French or German, Miss? dm asked. Italian." said Miss Johnson. "This i Fw.nr-h! and this is German." Sh tnnnhpd two hooks on her table. rmi von read all those toreign lan .ms'' Marv asKea in an uweu b1'-'" "Yes," said Mls3 Johnson lndiner .r,lV "And speak them?" Miss Johnson nodded. "And I suppose you can pia.. th ninnn. and sing and paint? "Yes." Miss Johnson laughed a "That dnean't make me a in disguise, you silly girl." The next morning Mary shook her head when Fhe brought Miss John son's early tea. "He left them outside, she report ed "and didn't ask anything about them And here are your fresh ones for to-day. Aren't they lovely, Miss?" .,. Mncnn hurled her face In .HISS .1 w. .. the fresh roses, and picked out two and gave them to Mary-. s she did every .morning. .It .was, those dally gifts frflowers that made Mary her slave '"It makes you feel that she licks uion vou a a human woman ifke yourself," tho told her fello servants. ' "Take him some more roses Tlth his breakfast," Miss Johnson com manded, "and send for ft piano-tuner at once. I think he liked to hear her play, and If he Leard seme ot their old favorites " "I expect ycu know t' em, Miss?" Mary suggested, with a smile. "Yes," Miss Johr.son said. Yes. I'll tell you more some day, Mary; not now. Take the flowers, and don't ask questions, there's a good girl. ' So Mary took roses with every thing that she carried to the hemlt for several days, and Miss Johnson played the piano, "like a profession al," Mary tnld sweet, rippling music that reminded Mary ot Sunday-school excursions to woods and the seaside, and of blue skle3 and fresh breezes and open air; solemn music that re minded Mary of visits to Cathedral, and the orchestral concerts that Mr. Jones, who had an ear for music, took her to sometimes. But the flowers remained outside the hermit's door, and he gave no sign that ho noticed the music. "It's r.o use, Miss." Mary pro nounced. "He's hardened his heart, like Mosea." "f think If wns Pharaoh " Miss Johnson corrected. "I am Moses. We will try a fresh plague. Leave his outer door open when you take away the dinner things, and my doors ajar, I am goln; to sing. It that doesn l have any effect, I I don't know what I shall do." Her voice trembled a little. "If you sing as well as you play. Miss," said Mary; "It ought to." "Oh!" said Miss Johnson. "My plavlng's nothing. I'm no pianist. I only strum. I sins better than that, but I wish I sang a thousand times better." In tlio evening she sang, and, at the first note, Mary, who was pre tending to be lnisy at the llncn-pr?:-s on the landing, concluded hat she was a queen of the opera stage. She had a full, clear contralto voice and t hail that wonderful gift of touch in? people that belongs to one vole? cut of a hundred, tur.l that no words ran do fin". ' And this was the son:; that sh'? fa:ut: ROSES. Oh. ri -s. rose3, rose3! My lover made me wear Tied ro.-is at my bosom, Red roses In my hair, To match I dream that still he sneaks The roses blushing on my cheeks. As the song began Mary saw the Inner door cf 3B open slightly; and by the end of the first verje me onenine had grown to a foot, and she clapped her hands excitedly. Oh, ro-es, roses, roses! He's gone! and now I wear White roses at my bosom, White roses in mv hair. To match It is my sorrow speaks The white, white roses on my cheeks. The door was wids open now; and a man, Indistinct in the gloom, came out and took the roses silently from the glass In which they had stood r.e- elected nil day. He raised tnem she thought to bis lips. Oh, rosc3, roses, roses! He will not turn from you! Go steal upon him softly. As I no more may do. I Till ev'ry tnem'ry wakes and speaks , nf roses nleadlnz in my cheeks. I And then." Mary told Mr. Jones, when he culled for orders the next morning, "he rushed across the land ing like a fire-engine; and I heard him say 'Kathie!' and I heard her ; say, 'Arthur,' and the music-stool fe.l over; and I shut the door on them; nnd I ran unstalrs and crieu. i couldn't help thinking what it wou d feel like if you and I had quarreled. and I don't suppose ycu a care on, John! Someone will Bee Yes. Now let me go. I always knew she was somebody, and many a time I'vo told you so. Kathleen Reslev. Thats who she is ana le often Been her name In the papers, singing at bazaars and so on; and plenty of money of her own; ana so has he, if you come to that. More than we have, old man. " vou really musn't, John. I'm sure some one will see us some day. "She was a terrible flirt, sne says, though you wouldn't think It; but it's always those quiet ones! And as mischievous' as a monkey as l can believe; and always teasing him. And he was very studious and serious, 'and the most crochety and cantank erous man that ever aggravated a nnnr Elrl!" She said that to DJ face! And she Jilted him In a tem perlike I shall do wlih you if you keep being so silly! And then she was sorry like I snail ue, too; sae meant to make it up when he asked her; but he didn't, and bolted off In a rage, and wasn't going to speak to man or woman again, especially wo ,nni And she cave ud society and flirting, and was always trying to 6nd him; but she couldn t ror a long while. "At last she went to his lawyer; and the old gentleman had known hom hnth since they were Boy and oiri" nnd" he told her where he was. thm'ieh he wasn't supposed to. For ha KaM that a man who made such a i fool of himself wanted' someone to I 'lock, after him like ybu do! J You are awful! So she carua here and took the flat next to his, thinking she might meet him on the stairs; and, if she did, she was Just going to look at him and hold out her hand; anf If he was nice she was going to say that she was sorry and you'll have to bo nice first If you ev er want me to say It. You can re member that If we quarrel. "And when she found that he nev er came out, she got after him In an other way like a, woman alwas can; and they're going to get mar ried next month; and she Ba:. she'd give us a shop of our own If If we were going to at the same time; but I told her I couldn't think of such a thing. Wait, wait! Unless unless you wanted to, John!" Detroit News- Tribune. PINCHED PRINCES. European Royalties Troubled to Make Ends Meet. Hard times, indeed, are fallen unon the earth when royalty Joins the sub merged tenth and takes a station in the bread line. It is not quite so bad as this yet, but the future Is dark. Emperor William's recent cry of dis tress Is seconded now by reports of hard times at Lisbon. The royal house field Is besieged hy creditors and the crown Jewels will have to go to sat isfy the grocery bill If suits now pend ing succeed. What wonder Emperor William cannot make ends meet on J3.S46.121 a year, although he has much private property to bring In pin money. The king of Portugal re ceives onlv a miserable J5G7.000 a year, and his present trouble seems to spring from dlflleulty In collecting even this. Calamity cinlr.is come also out of Russia, where the czar is understood to be much ntrultened, recent dras tic revolutions; and ill considered po litical movements having reduced somewhat the $12.fiO0,0O0 a year which he customarily receives from his 1.000, OC'O square miles of land and his Siber ian mines. King Leopold of Belgium, as we know. Is now struggling with n confiscatory minded parliament, bent cn cutting off his Congo income and I throwing him back on his pittance of ! ?ilOO,OOn a year. Only the sultan, with his $7,300,000 a year, seems really content. As we know, there have been no waves of popular clamor, no hasty legislation, to Interfere with the sul tan's business In Turkey- What the present straits, real or al leged, of royalty, ore to come to wo can only surmise. Their misery may be only affected ns a means of scar ing back the flood of public ownership of kings sentiment that Is passing over Kurope. Again, the trouble may be real, for tin style of royalty is ex pensive. Whether the people will come to law with ther taxes or decide that the bauble of royalty costs more than It Is worth is the important question that time must answer. ebrasKa State Journal. An Unfailing Sign. A lady who was perfectly well but fancied 'she was aulerlng trom fever called f-i an old and experienced phvylclau to consult him. She de sa'l' ed her svmptonis at some length, aud lu 'liste::'.-.! patiently. At last bo said: "I think I understand your case, madam. Sit perfectly still a few mo ments and let me look at you." She complied, and he eyed her at tentively for nearly a minute, glanc ing at liis watch once cr twice In tho meantime. "There is nothing the nutttr with vou, madam," he said. "Vou haven't the' slightest Indication of fever. Your heart beat Is perfectly normal. 'Whv how do you Know, uocior; sl-e asked In surprise. "You didn't feel of my pulse." i didn't need to. he answered. i rnnnted the vibrations of the ostrich fenther on your hat." And he bowed her out. Youth s Companion. Germs In Books. Thoro is no doubt that all books kui for a lone time in libraries and other places become the abode of the germ and microbe. 10 prevent mis a French professor has Introduced a ,hnd of disinfecting books. They are placed in an oven under pressure. in which the evaporation oi a cerium n,.i,i eiimes the breaking up of the aldehydes. It is said that ell sorts of books, big ana liiue, can inus De disinfected without harm to the cov er, the paper or the binding. Phila delphia Record. A Clock for Eiffel Tower. Experiments are being made, states a message to the London Post, with .h htert of utilizing the Eiffel Tow- cV as a novel form of clock, by means of an electrical apparatus which flash Illuminated figures from the second platform so as to be vis ible over the greater part or Paris and even the suburbs. The Evils of Divorce, Vnt a few of the matrimonial fail ures are due to the fact that a good many women get married merely to kwtp the public from supposing tney Uave never been proposed to.-MCI cago Record Herald. 1 QUIET BREAKFAST WITH A YEL LOW JOURNAL, I feelfnff In a contented mood. Mt and eat my breakfast fo id, 'i lie whllr my paper 1 peruse Because 1 Ilka to know the news. Ah, here we bib: "His head cut ort. I hear the waiter gently cousii. "Thank you. I II try some hum nnd egrs." "An nntr'nn n niniiln I,.! her leKS.' 'Oh. yes. 1 like the okks well done. "C'jn loaded; nrotfer shoots In tun. Hero come the plates Willi welcumS chink. . . "He kl'.l d Ms child while crazed by drink." As limiffrllv I ply my linlte. I read this: "HuKbnnd shoots his Ijist Hunday week the prem-ner "The man who hasn't hope Is c I'm Kind 1 Bct the Dilly Letter. K lieli'i in e leel tha .vorld (.-rows O. K T. Howe. In Urooklyn ft)iMV FUCK (SLUM THE WoF i Every silver lining has l j Life. j Charity begins at home, i erally ends there. Life. Even the tiger Is not wit . UUU. nv 13 eijr mmu a bis paw and maw. Puck. Caller (to child) Is this tie boy or mamma's littlo I Dunno, the Judge has yet. Life. . ...i i-i . n-u ai usi lieu uu uiu ; haul, what bait do you road Magnate (absently) Baltimore American. ( Bicker: Eolng wrong Is I lowing the line ot least Knocker: Yes, it's as eas; off the Decalogtto. Life. 1 She It's lunny you sh tall. Your brother, the , short, Isn't he? He (abse usually. Town and Count "Bon't you ever get hou tain'.'" asked the patsenf ; ocean liner. "No; I'm never home long eilUUyU, icp.ieu tu,- tayiaiu "Bidu't I see the grocer's boy Ulss you this morning. Martha?" "Yes'm. but he ain't to blame, ma'am. 'Twas the iceman set htm ths bad example." Cleveland Plain-Dealer. ' i'epprey 'You don't mean to say that you absolutely do nothing?" Cholly "Aw, I don't even do that. My man attends to evwythlng you know." Philadelphia Press. "How did, y$u and your husband dis cover that you were affinities?" asked , tho pretty young widow. "Heavens! We never did. Wo Just got married In a decent way." Chicago Record Herald. Cleverton (who has hired a taxa- . j meter cab to propose in) Say "yes."j darling? Miss Calumet Give me-i time to think. Cleverton Heavens! ( Eat not In here! Consider the ex- pense! Life. I Boy (who has been naughty, and ' i tent out Ir.tn the 2;irden to find a switch to punish him with) Oh, mummy, I couldn't find a switch any- i where, but here's a stone you can f throw at me. Punch. ' "Father seems Impressed with your talk about coupons," said the matden.s "Have you really any?" "Sure," an- V swered the guileful youth. "Got 500 v saved tip toward a piano tor our iu- j tie flat." Louisville Courier-Journal. She (on her bridal tour) Oh, Dan, ; I'm so unhappy. Dan Why, what U ( the matter, darling? fche ir l am t as much to you a3 you say, you can't J be sorry your first wife died, and that nn Krntnl for niA in lnva. e Life. "-- ' Crt ronmrliod ti-.n boyhood friend. vou aro In the swim." "Mother and the girls think I am," answered Mr. i Cumrox. "But my personal feelings t are those of a man who has fallen nverhoard and ought to be hollering ' for help." Washington Star. "I want a photograph representing me Just as 1 am. None of this 'touch-inir-un' business, understand." "You are in the wrong shop," replied the artist photographer. "Better try the nnllre station. It's a Bertilon style of picture you're after." Philadelphia Ledger. Teacher fin Sunday-school class): Who can tell me anything about Ab raham? First Small Eoy: Used to know, hut can't remember now. Teacher: Perhaps some one can. toll me the name of Abrahams wire. Second Small Boy (promptly): Mia' Lincoln. Life. Londoners' Delight. One is sometimes tempted to envy Londoners. With all their urban de lights, they ere so near other Joys, too. It seemed curious to hear the first cuckoo and see the first swallow so near Charlnj Cross as Kew Gar dens, yet that was my experience Oil year, and, passing by a clump of fine trees, there on a great platform of reeds and sticks was a stork, placidly slitlng on her eggs and looking qute at home. Manchester Gunrdlaa.