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THE BENEFIT OF DOUBT.
There's subtle fascination in the things that are not !,. The mysteries we may not understand n0Wn: And we very seldom manage to let "Well enough alone ' We lose our chance by calling Fortune1! hand. It wn t that io much dependa upon the net reult Or that we really care io much about it: ' It'a simple curiosity that leads us to exult In finding out It's pleasunter to doubt it. A dream may be aa tempting as "the sparkle in the cu--" Hut yoi can not eat your cake nnd keep it too ' ' And when you Uste, you ulway run the risk of wnHir im Investigation spoils your chance fur you. for whether, when you teHt the tlnnst, vou find it isn't so Or just that your idea was wrong alniit it: ' It'e too late when it's over with to wish you didn't know Vou dodge the disappointment when you doul.t it. When a maiden poses, pensive. n to Attitude nnd ease With a captivating curve or two hetruved; And a tantalizing twinkle tempting vou to what you please There is danger in the contradiction mr.de. 1 You strike a safer medium to ret t hf matter so. You'd like to know the truth, hut dn without it. You're not "for keeps," nnd yet you'd hate to have hit- tell w ""o " The nicest thing to do, then, is to doubt it, ... In a little tilt of talents between n man and you, Fight shy of anything that would impel A settled understanding. You can sro the game clear through And enjoy the situation just aa well. There's little left of interest if yon drop the question mark, It's all so common when we know nhoiit it. The pleasure of coniecture is Knjnyinent's vital spark The spicy possibility to doubt it. Ituth Ihmtoon, in T',c Header. icol taBtcaU V... i sraesansKaa aamo ss m mm A Child of Belial. I By Lottie Brown. 'And they removed from Tarah and pitched in Mlthcah; aDd they went from Mlthcah and pitched In Hashmonah; and they departed from Hashmonah and encanipsd at Mose roth.' " Uncle Levi Swain paused here to take breath, and a sweet voice, with the clear, distinct ring of a laugh In It, called out: -How funny! From some places they 'went,' and from others they 'removed,' and from others they 'de parted,' and In some they 'pitched,' and In others they 'encamped,' and so on. I suppose they encamped where the country was level, and 'pitched where It wasn't; and I sup pose " 'Thcyshouldered arms and marched, marched away, From Baxter street to Avenue A. The drums and fifes did sweetly, sweetly play As they marched, marched, marched In the Mulligan Guards.' " And the voice rang out the' odd, sweet melody, and a pair of smart little boots clicked out the time, in a march across the uncarpeted kitchen floor. Uncle Levi let the Holy Book fall lack, and over his round glasses peered reprovingly at the trim little figure. "Vashta Osborne, you are a child of Belial!" "Who is he?" and she paused, and Jookcd with wonder at the severe old man. "If you lived as you ought, you'd know." "But would I be a child of Eelial if I lived as I ought?" "Certainly not." "But being his child I say, uncle, is he a she?" "Uncle Levi looked down at the Good Eook, and was very silent. "Well, as I was saying, being a child of this person I suppose I can call my own parent a person, if I choose how can I be any better? Are children of Belial ever good?" "Never! " "Then it isn't my fault, It's Belial's. Look here! Here's a conundrum: If Belial Is my father or mother, and I'm a child of the same, how much " "Vashti Osborne, go 'out of the room!" thundered Uncle Levi. Vashti went like a shot out of a gun, and climbed, with shocking dexterity, over the fence at the lower part of the garden, and went gallop ing over the field, with her hair fly ing in a tow-cloud behind her, her hat hanging by one string down over her back, and her voice ringing out like a hunting cry: "Hello, John! Jo bn!" A stalwart fellow, with a face dark as a Moor's, stepped out from behind a group of dwarf pear trees, and showed a line of snow-white teeth, in a broad smile, as he asked: "What is all this row about?" "I am a child of Belial! Do tell ne something about this parent of mine? It quite bothers me." "Who says so?" "Uncle Levi, and he knows. Now hat are we like we children of this game Belial?" "Pretty, I should say. Sweet, bright, lovely, womanly. Oh, Vashti, as far as I know, they are altogether beautiful and perfect!" John dropped his pruning knife, nd would have kissed her then and there, but for the sudden surprise that for a moment filled the blue eyes. "What a goose! I'll go straight UP to Uncle Levi and tell him." "Don't! For that would not at all agree with his Idea of Belial's chil dren." ' "Then, If you please," and Vashtl's eyes drooped and her mouth grew grave, "let us say no more about it." All at once she became a dainty, lady-like young person, who had come down from the city to spend her summer, and who really hadn't an idea of flirting with her Uncle Levi's step-son, even though he was big, strong and handsome, and knew a thousand times as much as she did. It did not matter very much whom Vashti fell in love with, for she al ways fell right out again; and every body who knew her minded no more about her Infatuations than they did for a puff of wind, unless the victims resented and made themselves disa greeable. But this John Madison was a little different from Vashtl's former lovers. They had been young men, with no particular reason for loving her, be yond tho fact that she was pretty nnd jolly, and who were easily consoled with somebody else; or they had been old fellows with plenty of money, who wanted a wife to reflect credit upon themselves, and to gracefully hold the position as mistress of a fine bouse. When Vashtl's mother brought her wild young daughter down to the farm house, and saw the splendid THE SUCCESSFUL FARMER OF THE FUTURE. o Tho day Is coming when the small farm, the labor-saving machinery, the knowledge of seasons and soils and rotations, nnd the careful but Intense cultivation, shall constitute the equipment which will yield handsome returns. The farmer of the future who shall win success will be an educated niRn. He will know his fields like the potter knows his clay, and his mind will be as skilled as the hand of tho artisan who fashions tho vase. He will be able to plan a campaign upon his plats with the Eanie precision that Lee planned at Cold Harbor, and execute It with the Buccess of Jackson at Antletam. As the lawver knows h!s Code, be will be acquainted with soils and strata; and as the practitioner Is drilled In the art of civil pro cedure, he will know the rotations. He must be familiar with precedent, and his evenings shall be spent by the fireside with text books and farm journal, and the experiences of his fellow soilsmen in other countries shall be in bis mind always. He must be a student, but his knowledge shall not all come from books. Personal experience, experimentation, test plats, visits to other model farms, the constant Imbibition of new ideas ... . . t - . I I 11.1 1,nnU.... D,..n.i.t. those shall maiie nis uauery mviuuiuie. iubij jvciu: - SBS) SQsJ their feelings, and really shouldn't care if all the folks in the world were miserable, If I was all right. I sup pose all children of my parent are so?" "Children of Belial? I suppose so," said John. "I am the laziest person in the world. Mamma says so. I bate vork. J think I should rather be hungry than to work and cook. How can Aunt Mary cook and work so hard?" John pushed his hat back, and looked over toward the house. " Bless your heart, Vashti! my mother was born sixty years ago, and women lived differently in those days. Why, mother could not trust her work to any girl. She thinks she must look after everything. But as for you you little white, soft, dainty thing who would think of making you work?" "What a fool he Is!" thought Vashti, and In desperation she went slowly toward the house, and thought she had better go home and stay there. Uncle Levi had put up his Bible, and now was coming out to his work, and at sight of her paused, and looked gravely at her. "What shall I do, uncle? Am I such a wicked creature?" she asked him. "Very! I suppose you might bo worse, however," he replied. "I'd like to do something to show you that I mean to do right, I wouH like to read a chapter every night about these departures, and about the tribes of Asher, and Naphthali, and Zebulon, and all those, just tor a punishment just to mortify the flesh, as the minister said last Sun day." Uncle Levi groaned audibly. "You'd better try to settle down and be a woman, Vashti," he snld. "Going away?" It meant a great deal to those who wre saying it over and over in the little house where John Madison had be.n so Ions the light. He had been away many times before, and had been In college, had been to Havana, and had been to South America; but they had always had the promise that he would come back again, and settle down to comfort them in their old age. He was a very clever man, and had been making successful scientific re searches for many years, and was making a name for himself, though he lived quietly among the New Eng land hills; but now he had started up all at once, and must go to France. He could not do anything here, he ttmn bIia . rvxiof trn mi'9V nnrt nit tVlP Pftmest fitt- voung man ior mo mm. uiu, pm urns Bu - -- gal(j. i treaties oi n:s moioer, uuu m mu "My little girl, don t make love to suggestions oi me oniy jaiuer no uuu John Madison. He Is too gooa a man, and it would grieve me when I come for you to see a shallow in those hon est eves, and to know that my naughty daughter had placed It there. For where this man's heart fixes it self, there it will stay forever." So Vashti never tried at all to cap tivate him. That 13, she did not wear her French dresses, or do her ever known, availed nothing, If he ever made a name he must go away, he said must have wider re sources, broader fields, more perfect material, or he would never succeed; and all the while, his honest eyes wore in them a deeper meaning, and the shadow of which Vashtl's mother had spoken. Yes, eo he must, and stay until ha'r fashionably, or quote poetry, or j this simoon nau passed in nis me, nut on anv pretty airs, but was her and he must go where there was own laughing, rollicking self, and i much to do, and where he would be treated John as she would have treat- far away from the sharp, quick eyes ed a brother. And yet on that bright morning she came out, and heard enough with her own ears, and. saw enough with her own eyes, to assure her that, in splto of all her naturalness, John. Madison was in love with her. - What could she do-about It? 6he wouldn't hurt him for -the world, for he was the best, the very best fellow.Bhe had ever known; and she liked blm, and thought him hand- gome very handsome and well, she must Eay something, so she sat jdown at the foot of one of the trees, and began: of those who loved him Eut wicked Vashti knew it all. He had been very silent, but she was clever ahd could read him, and knew In her sinful heart that she could keep him. In the midst of all her mother came, and saw John's face saw the shadow and the pain, heard his aged mother's cry for him to stay, and un derstood that gloom that had settled on the dear old home. Then, in Vashtl's words, that limb of Si.' an had "to take it." First, John was pictured; then the noor old mother and Uncle Levi, -I don't wonder Uncle Levi thinks j growing old and lonely, and mourn- me awful! I suppose I am. l nave got a furious temper. Nobody ever had a worse one, or did worse things than I do, unless, of course, It was some murderer." John did not look at all shocked, but showed his teeth in one of his beautiful smiles, and went on com posedly pruning. i m terribly selfish, too! I never cart an ing for the son that could bless their liveBby his presence, were portrayed in such sadneBS that Vashtl's heart nearly broke. Vashti could stand so more, hut cried and wrung her hands, and wished she was dead, or that there were no men, or that she had red balr, green eyes, or a snub nose, or was anything disagreeable; and ythlng about other people or finally, in desperation, she kissed her mother, and rushed away, climbed the fence and went out under the pear trees, and cried and cried, until he .was as hoarse as a crow, and her eyes and nose were swillen and red, and the was utterly miserable. "What is the matter?" John said this in tho coolest, smoothest voice, and Vashti turned her disfigured visage up to meet his quiet gaze. "Nothing," she said. "Then don't cry, little girl! I don't want to carry away au unpleasant memory of you." "Don't carry away any!" "Then I cannot go." "Don't go!" she said. John looked down at her, with a strange look in his eyes, and asked, coftly: "Why should I stay?" "Because I we all of us, you know, want you to stay." "You don't care! " She sprang up. "I do I do! Don't go, John stay!" "For what? To see the woman I love always before my eyes, or to be able to turn no way but what I see something which her presence has hallowed, or to " "John, don't go! and don't talk in that melancholy way! I like you; I" "Goon!" "I like you " "Well, I won't stay for that!" "Well, then, I like you very much.' "fou love can't you say that?" "Yes, I think so." A half hour later, Vashti and John came into the alttlng-room, where Uncle Levi was roaring to Aunl Mary and Vashtl's mother something about nations and tribes, and at tho first lull, Vashti came forward crying: "John has forgiven me, and If you will, uncle, and will adopt me as your own child, I'm sure Belial will give me up." "And John" "John will stay at home," snld the young man himself, putting his arm about her. And John did stay at home, and Vashti with him as his wife. Satur day Night. FISHES AS EASY TO RAISE AS CHICKENS Z For the encouragement of those who are disposed to make a trial It may be stated with perfect fairness that food fishes can be raised with no more difficulty than chickens or veg etables. All persons who have ex perimented with the poultry yard and tho garden know that they de mand attention. A neglected fish pond may be compared to a neglected garden, and will eventually reach thb same gone-to-seed condition. The raising of trout is not con sidered In this connection. Trout re quire Bpeclal conditions of water sup ply and temperautre, and there are already in etlstence many volumes on the subject of trout breeding. While It is a fish that most owners of ponds hope to cultivate, it is es sentially ono that cannot be managed except under naturally favorable conditions, and it demands more at tention than it Is likely to receive at the hands of the amateur. Trout culture Is in active progress all over the land, and there are numerous commercial trout culturlsts from whom fry and yearlings may be pur chased. Erown trout and rainbow trout, It should be stated, are more suitable for small lakes than brook trout, and will stand warmer water and grow considerably larger. The brook trout does not naturally in habit waters having a temperature much above sixty degrees. With the ordinary run of ponds In the New York region, where the water becomes rather warm in sum mer, .it is necessary to restrict the list of available fishes to the basses, perches, and sunfishes to which they are adapted. This paper, therefore, deals with the commoner fishes only. There are few sections of the coun try so lacking in native fishes that enough black bass, rock bass, yellow perch, white perch, crapple, blue-sill sunflth, long-earod sunflsh, or cat fish cannot be procured for the pur pose of stocking. State fish commissions cannot usually furnish fishes for private wat ers, and. much of the fish stock Sup plied by. the national commission for private waters has, through Ignor ance on ' the part of the recipient, been lost, washed away by floods into public waters, or consumed when ma ture, without the conditions neces sary to propagation having been sup plied. From "Cultivating Fishes la Your Own Pond," by C. II . Town send, In The Outing Magazine. Just to Make Sure. To a 'bus conductor who was call ing "Hangel and 'Ighgate, Hangel and 'Ighgate!" an old lady several times put the question, "Are you quite sure you go to the Angel?" . The man's answer came at last. "Well, mum, It's writ all over the 'bus, and I've been callln' it for the last 'art hour, so I believe we do; but I'll ask a policeman, it you like." Tit-Bits. , - OATMEAL MACAROONS. Come nil ye little, would-be cooks And join our merry band; Learn to prepare the tootlnnmo foods Knjoycvl thi-oiiRhout the land; Put on your caps nnd aprons quaint, St out two howls and upcuns Ai'd butter well your bim'uit-tilis For oatmeal macaroons! The suear nnd the butter mix Till creamv as can be. Then ad') the heaton yolk of egg And stir most thoroughly. In another bol the dry tilings put, The oatmenl and the salt. St iii c J with the baking powder till They blend without a fault. NcNt. mix the contents of the bow's, And add vn nil 'a, ton; An I lust the well-whipped white of egg Moft tliorouplily mixed through. Then drop the mixture from a spoon, Two inches space between, In little bits im larger than tinv lima bean. -Chrilotte Brewster Jordan, in St. Nicholas. Guide (as city sport blazes away at deer) "Did you get him?" Chol ly Seaver "You bet I did. Can't you see him yelling and cursing?" Puck. He "When we are married I will put all my property In your name." She "The Idea! You know there Is no fun spending one's own money." Judge. We don't wish to insinuate They were not real before; But where, or where, nre the hips that we Don't notice any more? -ruck. "Have you lived ia this town very long. Miss Sear?" "Of course not! Do I look old enough to have lived anywhere very long?" Cleveland Leader. Mrs. Dyer "Have you had any experience In taking c&re of chil dren?" Applicant "No, ma'am. Heretofore I've only worked for the best families." Puck. "Professor," said a senior, trying to be pathetic at pnrtlng, "I am In debted to you for all I know." "Pray, don't mention such a trifle!" was the reply. Philadelphia Inquirer. "A young man has telegraphed me that he has just wedded my daugh ter." "I hopa he's a good, practical man." "I guess he is. He w ired me collect." Louisville Courier-Journal. Elderly Gentleman "Ah, my lit tle man. Coin; to school, eh? And what do you llko ni03t about ec'uooI?" Littlo Man "Tho days when there ain't none." Philadelphia Record. Terence "So yez are goln' as coolc fur Mrs. Bloodgood to-morrow. Shall I write yez at her address?" Brid get "No. Better Bind yer letter care Gincral Delivery." Harper's Bazar. Xell "i wonder why Mr. SIlllcus doesn't mind his own business." Belle "For two reasons. In the first place, he has no business, and in the second place he has no mind." Philadelphia Record. "Oh, I can't thread this needle, ma," W as little Siuie's cry; ".lust as the tnread is goinir through, The nee lie winks its eye." Woman's Home Companion. "John, ;ou said you would read eomethln? to me out of that maga zine." John (struggling through pages of advertisements) "I'm com ing to the reading matter, my dear." -Life. The Man "I wanted to g3t mar ried when I was tweniy-one, but my father said I didn't hava sense enough. So I waited till I was thir ty." The Maid "And you married at thirty?" The Man "Oh, no; at thirty I had too much sense to want a wife." Chicago Dally News. Sturdy Purdy "Kind sir, at a con vention of de unemployed, It wuz de general opinion dat a bill should be passed approprlatin' fifty t'ounand dollars to study de causes of Idle ness." Easy Looking Citizen "Well, what about It?" Sturdy Pur dy "'vYlll you oblige mo by contrlb utln' ten cents to Etudy do cause; of my idleness." Puck. Two Fo;j Stories. Justice Hnrlnn told a story to Judge Taft of how he went out to play golf In a fog. He thought he would drive the ball and send It o3 nt a "hazard." He came to the cad die a:id asked him to find the ball, looking within a radius of SOO yardB. The caddie's eyes stuck out. "I done found dat ball, judge. It am In do hole sure 'nough. 1 Jest wiggled In like." It was certainly remarkable hat a drive through the tog should place a ball where the most earnest effort of two to twenty strokes may fall in broad daylight. Judge Taft responded with a fish ing story, also about a fog. He went out one day In a wagon to fish and the fog came down thick. He drew up where lie thought the stream ought to be, cast his line, felt a pull and hauled In a fine trout another bite and another, until the wagon was filled. The tog lifted and the wagon was SOO yards from the river! There was a silence which might be felt when Judge Taft concluded, and Justice Harlan told no more fog sto ries. National Magazine.