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Who are those people on the shore?" Implored the duke'a fair bride; "My creditor, my credltora,' the little duke replied. "What makea you look ao sad. ar aad7 Implored the duke'i fair bride; "I'm dreadln' what I've got to tace, the little duke replied. ' "For my tailor's there among em, ana he'll clumor lor hia pay; My hatter weighs two hundred and his hat la hard, they Bay; I wish your pa had aettled thlnga before we aalled away, For they'll all be Jumptn' on me at the landln'l" "What makea them have that hungry look?" implored the duke'a young "They?vedwalted long, they've waited "on." the little duke rep led. "What makea that tall man shake nla flat?" implored the duke'a young "He wanta'hU caah. he wants hla caah," the little duke replied; "He'a tha man from whom I purchased the engagement ring ' "!; . For 1 told him that your lather ai I multlmllllonalrei He'a aa etrong. they eay, aa Samaon waa before he lot hla hair, And I'm dreadln' what'll happen when we're landing!" "What makea the crowd Increase ao fast?" Implored the duko'a aweet bride; ,, 4t "More creditors, more credltora, the trembling duke replied. "Why do they aeem ao rude, ao rude? Implored the duke'a sweet bride; "Because, alaa, they are canaille, the trembling riuki' replied; "Your ra ag cruel hard to make the dot he gave ao email. If I should BeCtle with them we d have nnthln' left at all; Address 'em from the gangway try to stand 'em off till fall Or thev'll do things that may ahock ua at the landln'!" Chicago Record-Horald. AN INTERLUDE. By R. RAMSAY. Love for an hour or a day, sir, Will do for a girl of Japan. Elizabeth had been humming the half-bitter song that never would suit her voice. (Only a gay thing like Kitty Marshall could Imitate the flip pant way that was the right way to sing It.) Breaking across Its refrain the heard a Eudden clatter of horse's hoofs. She listened a minute, while the pages fluttered down from the piano and the song died on her Hps. A slight color tinted her pale, handsome face as she walked to the window, and, leaning her arms on the sill, looked down, smiling. "Bobby," she called. He tried to smile, riding past In a desperate hurry; but she saw the fury In his face. In another minute he had burst Into the room as If shot from a catapult his way. There was do ringing of bells with Bobby. He and Miss Lancaster had known each ether all their lives, and he came to her as he would to an elder sister In all his straits ana rages. "What's the matter?" she asked, holding out her hands to be shaken. "Another quarrel?' He rushed at her and squeezed them tightly. "It's all over!" he cried. "Tell me about It," she said compas sionately, but hardly startled. It was Dot the first time Elizabeth had had to patch up a quarrel between Bobby and the girl on whom he had fixed hit fancy. After half-anhour's com forting be would ride back to make It up. . . At least, that was what had always happened until tonight. "She's such a baby," he cried, plung ing Into the heart of things. "I can't make her understand I can't make her see No, Elizabeth, It's no good saying it's half my fault" "All your fault, Bobby," she Inter rupted, mildly. "That's your kind-heartedness, but If you saw her If you only heard her! It's enough to drive a fellow mad. So I said I wouldn t stand It. And so she said, as we couldn't agree, hadn't we tetter part and and " He was beginning to stammer. "My poor boy," said Elizabeth, "she lld not mean It." "Well, I told her It was the only wise thing she had said since we had been engaged. And then she laughed. Arid. J Bald, 'What are you laughing at?- And she sala, 'At you.'" He broke off, almost choking with anger, and there was a solemn pause. A hush had fallen over all the garden, and the last bird was singing painfully In the trees. Elizabeth smiled half dly, half tenderly, there was nothing In all the world ts motherly as her face. "Don't, Bobby, don't" she said, lay ing her hand on his. He started. "Don't what?" he asked, hoarsely. He had been staring at the Aoot, but now vhe lifted his eyes to hers, hot, ex cl'e4find very ;oung. (He was three J'eariLolder than she, but perhaps sh9 bad learned hardor things and he ould be a boy to the very end, as she knew). -Do you think I mind? It as an awful mistake, and I'm a con foundedly lucky fellow to have got out 't In time. Because " He caught her hands again Impul sively, and gazed right into her eyes. 'Because I've found out that I was fool, Elizabeth you're the deareBt oul in all the world and you can't be ngary. You've forgiven me so much; 'l my life ,0U'Ve had to scold me and forgive me things. You'll forgive me that? I know It's confounded cheek but I will say ltit "was just . rid'S lous fancy I had for Kitty. I know noE Lwtah you 1 lovcd a" ,he as&? for8ook h- " "I'm sure of It." he went on eagerly I d dn t understand. That was why I couldnt agree with her. There was something wanting, something wrong -always-always! And 1 was a blind ass and did not guess!" "Don't be so rash," sh (ald. with a ttle sad smile of yearning; but, alas! it was hard to be prudent while her heart beat so fast. Hfr voice, un steady, pleading, took on a quick ring of triumph. "Why, Elizabeth you you It's In your eyes!" He flung his arma around her pas sionately, and she felt the clasp tight en until his heart beat wildly against her cheek. Her eyes weer shut under strange hot kisses, and for a little w'hlle she was dumb. "Bobby, .ire you mad?" she mur mured at last, breahlcsly, lying up on his brea3t. "Mad?" he cried, "I was mad, my darling. When I mink how dear and kind you've always been, comforting, helping me all my life my dearest, my guardian angel I can't Imagine how I could ever dream oh, you don't know what a heavenly rest It is to find out that I'm In love with you!" "My boy my boy!" she said, wist fully, looking up In his face. Her eyes were dim with tears and fear and wonder. "MI go to your father at once," he said, stammering. "Elizabeth, do you hear? I'm going to to to tell him. I want all the world to know that I'm yours, and you are mine. . . I want them all to see" "No," she said. "Don't go tonight. Perhaps tomorrow." "Why," heasked Impatiently; and she tried to smile bravely up at his eager face. He believed that he loved her then. . , , Ah, yes, he believed It. Dared she not "I want to keep It to myself, to night," she said. "Ah, my dearest, you don't know you can't guess what It means to me. Have patience, and let me have It to dream tonight with all but myself shut out." He laughed, unwillingly giving In to her whim; anu she pushed back the hair from his hot forehead. He was hardly ablo to undertake a solemn palaver with Mr. Lancaster (who was a J. P., end gruff) In the present whirl of his train. "Well, I'll ride over tomorrow morn ing with the with the early bird," he said gayly. "Elizabeth, will you be awake? I'll be up with the lark to come and claim you." They looked Into each other's eyes he with gallant laughter, aud she all wistful. "Good-by," she said. "Good night, you mean. It's never to be good-by." "Kiss me, then, Bobby, and say good night." She went with him to the door, and watched him ride away under the darkened trees. Her eyes were dazed with happiness, but the wild flush was already dying In her cheek fading In to Its haughty pallor. On the stair she met her mother, and paused to let her pass. Mrs. Lan cester looked her her curiously. "Has anybody Elizabeth, who has been here?" Elizabeth saw the sharp glance at her transfigured face. "Only Bobby." And then she reached her own room and fell on her knees, hardly praying what dared she ask? her heart filled with the rash happiness that had come to her. It was all hers for one night, at least, and she would go to sleep with his kiss burning on her cheek. Bobby did not come in the morning. The day after there came a letter, Impulsive, boyish, and like him. Dear, dear Elizabeth You were right you are always right! I find it was all my fault and my poor little girl was not to blame. I can't think how I could have been such a brute. But Bhe has forgiven me, though I don't deserve It and it's to be In Sep tember, because when we're married we can't possibly quarrel like that, you know. And. she says, will you be a bridesmaid? I was quite off my head last night. How you must have laughed at me! But I'll never forget your kindness, my guardian angel. She says the bridesmaids are to bs dressed In pink "His guardian nngel!" said Eliza beth, with a bitter smile. "I wonder he does not ask me to be his sister!" Alas and again alas! New York Evening Journal. Fretful Dad. "This son of mine Is always up to something." "Boys will be boys." "I wouldn't object to that. But he wants to take a female part In a col lege play."-Kansas City Journal. "Hair cut, French or English style, 6 cents. Franco-British style, a great success, same pce," says a notice ex hibited by a Shepherd's Bush (Lon don) barber. LimEWOAEN Cause For Teara. A llttlo girl sat on the curb, Her curly head low bowed, And aobbed aa though her heart would break. In accents long and loud. "What la It dear?" I a'nld to her, And gave her curia a touch, Vv hut makea you sad on this bright day? Why do you weep ao much?" The child looked up thro' streaming teara "Hecauae, because," ahe slfrhed. I'I'hhc tell me," 1 repeated low, Why you ao loudly cried." 'Because I want another foot," I be little maiden Bobbed; w hlln In the April breeiea all Her golden rlr.glets bobbed. "Another foot! my darling child," ' aald In much surprise; fjnlxidy has more than two feet, Or hands, or eara, or eyea." "I know, but I live In that flat. And tho' it's nice and neat. W henever I play out of doora I must play In the street. "And so I want another foot." .Ihe child again subbed hard Joikiy 1 nea.rn my papa sav inree feet would make a yard." Washington Star, My Tears Are Hanging Out. One day a little boy named Arthur was crying In the kitchen. It was just dinner time and his mother told hlni to go to the table. He started io go In the dining room and ran back, saying: "Oh, how can I go in with my tears all hanging out." Dorothy B. Stan, In the Brooklyn Eagle. A Physician's Messengers. Carrier-pigeons are doing the work of telephones in one of the towns of Maine, as between an enterprising physician and his patients. Having first trained forty blrd3 so that they would always come home, the doctor served them out to his regular pa trons; and now. when Willie Smith has croup or Grandma Jones gets a bad fall, or any calamity threatens, a note Is tucked under a pigeon's wing, and the bird makes straight for the little opening over the doctor's door. An Interesting development attending this experiment is the reform of all the small boys who had been addict ed to stone-throwing. Older people soon realized that an accurate shot might kill or cripple one of the doc tor's messengers. Christian Krgls ter. How Dot and Jack Won a Friend. Up among the green leaves and blossoms of a cherry-tree was a tiny home, and In It lived Father and Mother Robin with their four babies. It was a most beautiful place for a home, but one thing troubled Mother Robin very much. Every morning, while she was feeding her babies, two little people, with bright blue eyes, would stand at the foot of the tree and watch the little family at breakfast "I believe she Is afraid of us," whispered Jack to his little sister one day. "Then we'll go away," said llttlo Dot, "and wait until she knows us better." So away the children scampered, but they were still very much inter ested in the old cherry-tree. Soon after the children were play ing, near the tree, when they bbw Mother Robin flying round and round. "Let's see If we can help' her," said Dot. The children ran to the tree, and there on the ground lay a baby robin. It had fallen from the nest and could not fly back. Jack climbed up Into tho tree, and brave Dot pick ed the little bird up and handed it to Jack, who laid It very tendeiy In the little nest. From that day the robins and the children were the best of friends. Jennie B. Smith, In Kin dergarten Review. And- He Woke Up. Once there was a little boy named Neddie, and he had three cats. With these cats he played all day, and even in his sleep he thought about the good times he had. I'm sure one nlsht they were thinking of him, for as soon as he fell asleep they came to him, with several of their cat frlendB, and begged for more fun. Neddie was In for all the good times that were coming to him. So he waa out of . bed In a minute, and they played that the cats were tigers and he was a big hunter man with a shotgun. "Mewof," cried one of tho cats as it sprang on Ned. "Pop-pop" went the gun, and away rolled the make-believe tiger, shriek ing with laughter until its sides ached. Then the nextVat tried his luck at eating Ned, until, quite ex hausted wl'.h laughter, they all lay sprawling ou the ground. "Let's play horse car!" exclaimed Tabble, and to Ned's "Oh, yes, lot's!" they all Bet to work, and In a twink ling they put the chairs behind bis best hobby horses end made a very nice car. Taking a peep In the car here ts what we saw: Old Tim read ing his morning paper, with Blackte, his wife, by bis side. She was sing ing a lullaby to the baby. Miss Mouser and Miss Kitty were making love to each other in the corner, and Mr. Ratcatcher sat on the middle seat smoking a pipe. In came the conductor, and, walk ing up to Mr. Ratcatcher, said, "Ex cuse me, sir, can't yer read?" Mr, Ratcatcher had seen the sign. "No smoking," but ho was a burly fellow and rather stubborn. "If yers can't throw that 'er pipe away I'll put her off this 'er car," persisted the conductor. Then ensued a fight, and such a scene! Mr. Slypuss collected all the fares and pocketed them during the confusion, and Mr. Sneakem un hitched the horses and rode away with them. Cat policeman ran Into the car and tried to put the smoking cat off. But lo! the car fell to pieces; the passengers jumped into nowhere, and Neddie, screaming, Bat right up In the middle of his bed and woke up! New Haven Register. Besaie and the Flowers. Bessie went into the garden to play. It was the big flower garden, and many, many of the blossoms were Just coming Into beautiful bloom. Besslo loved to look at the blossoms, but she did not consider their rights, so she began pulling them off and throwing them on the ground. After she had destroyed a great number of the most beautiful blossoms that had been smiling so sweetly at hei- she heard a voice say ing Just at her elbow: "Now, little girl, wince you have killed so many of my beautiful and Innocent com rades, how do you feel? Are you glnd to look at those dying blossoms lying about on the ground? Were they not much more pleasing to your eye when they yere living and nod ding In the breeze and smiling toward blue heaven? And how sweet was their fragrance, too, for it floated about in the air making it delicious to the human nostrils. Ah, little girl, do you know how wicked It is to wantonly destroy these dear flow ers?" "But how can they te dead when they never breathe?" ask?d ignorant Bessie. "Flowers don't live they can't walk." "Yes, we do live, little girl," ex plained the voice which came from a tall tiger lily. "We all live and grow, We eat from the soil and drink of rain and dew. We come from tiny seeds and grow Into flowering plant3 to make the world more beau tiful. Did not your mamma want us here? If she had not loved us she would not have had the gardener plant us and tend us, so Industriously. And here within a few minutes you have destroyed tho lives of flowers that have been growing all through the spring, putting forth their fresh, soft leaves and blossoms to help make this garden a place of beauty and purity. See how those little blos soms on the ground are withering under the sun's rays? Ah, within an other half hour they will be entirely dead. But had you not pulled them from their parent stem they would have lived many, many days, to add beauty and love to this world. And before their natural death other sis ter and brother blossoms would have been on the same stem with them to take their place when their term of life was expired. Now, little girl, do you realize the Injury you have done to the helpless, though helpful flowers?" Bessie ttood quite still for a min ute, then she replied: "Yes, I've been a. naughty girl this morning; but I shall never, never kill another flower Just for the fun of puling it off the stem. Of course, if mamma says to gather some flowers for the dinner table or to carry to a sick friend that will be different. Then, with your permission, good Mr. Tiger Lilly, Ml gather a few of the full-blown bios soniB, for they wouldn't live much longer, anyway." "Flowers love to be gathered to adorn the dining table and to make the room of a sick person cheerful," said the voice. "They are then put Into nice fresh water and do not die for ever so long a time, and their being in the water prevents them from suffering. Indeed they enjoy themselves very much when doing good. It's only when being ruthless ly destroyed as you destroyed so many of them this . morning that they suffer." "Well, never again will a dear llttlo blossom suffer at my hands," de clared. Bessie. "And If I could put these poor heads back on their necks a?aln I'd do so." And so saying she picked up, the withering blossoms from the ground and held tbcm ten derly In her hands. "I know what I can do, though," she added. "I can put them in a bowl of fresh water and set them In a cool, shady place In my room, where they may feel happy in adding their fragrance what isn't already destroyed to the delicious morning aTr." And then Bessie ran to her room, placing the half-wilted flowers la a dainty bowl of cold water. And al rnost Immediately they began to open up and look refreshed and happy, "Oh. you dear things," exclaimed Bessie. "I shall love you always after this morning's chat with old Tiger Lily." Washington Star, WILLIE'S BELU Pa often talka about a ma nier, who lived long Pa, seema to think that Tit can t aomehow belle The only thing ho ever dot . a harp and alng hla I II bet he couldn't of sto Jim Jeffrlea very lonj Another man pa thlnka wa Michael Angulo. You't. To hear pa talk a while, i could pit Hane WagA blink. It eeema that he could si-uli and do a lot of handy . I II bet you, trough he w been one-lwo-tliree wit , Burns. The greatest man that ever li thinks, wa tihakespe&re. could allng The Ink all rlnht, I guesa. and kilu. lot about 'moat everything. Pa aaya that Shakespeare's glfta t far ahead of any other man' 1 II bet you, though, he wouldn' stood much show In the ring Cans. 8. E. Klser, In Chicago Record-F (9WKW, "laogA and All TriE WOrLl Iat0GH5 VlTrtv "You used to travel a great ( Senator Brown." "Yes," answ the great man regretfully; "tha my pass-time." Judge. Stella "Can you dress Income?" Bella "Yes; bi dressing within a berth it Ing-car." Harper's Bazar. Blobbs "How did you ge' Paris? Do you speak French; . "Only enough to make myself mis understood." Philadelphia Record. Passenger "How do you feel, my good man, when the giant waves) come tumbling over the ship?" Old Bait "Wet, ma'am werry wet!" Judge. "My boy," advised the Polonius with chin whiskers, "stand by tha flag." "I'll do It, dad." "And don't let the offices go wholly unprotect ed." Louisville Courier-Journal. "He has no job." "Father, I am determined to marry the man of my choice." "Very well. But don't fix on my home as the boarding-house of your choice, that's all." Louis ville Courier-Journal. Mrs. Uptown "I trust that we shall get along very nicely, Nora. I am not at all difilcult to suit." Nora nf new maldj "No, ma'am; that's what I thought the blessed minute I set eyes on the master." Harper'a Bazar. Cholly "I overheard you remark. Miss Pepprey, that Gus Sappy and I were gweat chums, but 'i aasuah you you were mistaken " Miss Pep prey "Oh, no; it was you who was mistaken. I said 'great chumps.' " Philadelphia Press. Slmklns "You say that little man was formerly the light-weight cham pion?" Tlraklns "Yes." Slmklns. "How did he lose the title?" Tlra klns "Oh, he didn't lose It. He merely sold his grocery and retired." Chicago Dally News. "Don't complain," said Uncle Eben, "If you find dat somebody has an ax to grind. You'a lucky dese days if, when you gits through turnln' de gilndstone, he doesn' han' you de ax an' speck you to do his cnoppln' for im. Washington Star. r delegates. "Gentlemen," protested the presiding officer, "I can assure you that the disappointment of those who can't hear Isn't a marker to the disappointment of those who can." Philadelphia Public Ledger. Tourist "Looks like pretty good soil around here. What crops do the farmers grow In this section?" Na tive "That all depends, stranger." Tourist ' Depends on what?" Native) "On what sort uv seed they puts) In an' the weather." Chicago Daily News. She "If a man loves his wife aa much as she loves him, he will stop wasting his money on cigars If she) asks him." He "Yes, but If his wife loves him as much as she ought tog love a man who loves her enough to Btop it if she asks blm, she won't ask him." Puck. . Makeup of British Army. Among those offering to enlist In the army last year it was found that 27.S21 unskilled men came forward, against 13,022 skilled tradesmen, In addition to 15,223 men classified sep arately, such as fishermen, boatmen, stewards, barren and clerks. About one-fourth of eflch cntocory was re jected, the unskilled having a slight advantage In the numbers passing. In the army Englishmen predomin ate; there are 178,24i, against 3, 688 Welshmen, 18,129 Scotsmen, r2. 836 I1shmen, 9,014 Colonials and 25 aliens. Westminster Gazette. The sexes having made pledges to keep out of debt, the women near Maud, Okla., are doing the farm work while the men are cutting railroad Ue.