These Jlro tha'Thrce Essentials in Perfect-
ing Home Life and
By Mrs. lurton Smith
OMEOXE lias said, "Tlie
We can find a whole
ded In that simpio remark a philosophy which will take us
straight to the heart of the question before us. If life Is to
mean anything for us besides futile regret ur.d restless long
ing, we mint make It mean that something in the present
We must make It beautiful In the passing hour, and when
I say that I believe the three essentials of a perfecting
home life are simplicity, system and poise, I Intend the
reply to stand the test of this philosophy In Its broadest application. I Intend
to affirm that simplicity, system and poise In the home will not only make tho
passing hour beautiful there, but that tho results will push beyond the walls
of home and carry good into the great seething social life outside.
Truth, sympathy, self-control, organizing ability these are some of the
qualities needed to attain Simplicity, System and PolBe In the home; and
will not such qualities serve, not only to perfect home life, but to evolve a
spirit of the highest citizenship in the individual?
To attain simplicity Is to solve nine-tenths of the difficulties that now fret
and furrow tho surface of our dally life. Why is It the days are never long
enough, our strength barely equal or utterly unequal to the demands upon us,
and the life of the hour so proverbially Intense and over-strenuous? Why is
It, with the enormous advance In convenience brought about by community
life (water supply, drainage, lights, public sanitary service, and often heat)
and the strides In mechanical Inventions why is It that with all this mar
velous tribute of Inventive genius, peice and repose seem to have fled with
the beautiful old New England kitchen, and the plantation days of the dear
"Old South"? Why Is it that all of these things. Intended to simplify, seem
only, to complicate lire? Pleaae understand that In nsklng this question I am
not decrying the complexities of modern life, nor Blghlng for the simplicity of
the stage coach and the town pump, rather than the railroad and the water
supply! All life advances from tho simple to the complex, a man Is a more
complex and higher form or organism than a fish, society Is a more complex
and higher form or organitm than a physical man. The trouble lies not In
tho complexities but In us. What we need Is not to do away with the com
plexities but to master them not to return to tho simpler forms of social and
economic life, but to meet the higher, more complex forms with distinct
ideals and well-defined standards In which tho spirit of simplicity Is domi
nant. In operating the house plant, the division of the Income, the question of
domestic service In nil these matters and methods the spirit of simplicity
will define our standards and lead us to outline a system, and system will
help us to attain simplicity. And if over all and through all there be felt poise
In the executive officer of this home, wo may be sure of our ideal. Simplic
ity, system and poise will surely operate to elevate the whole atmosphere and
quality of the home. They will bring about repose, without which the Indi
vidual home has no excuse for existence beauty which educates and Inspires
and that "sacred flame of Joy which throws a dazzling light over life,"
i English Interest in Politics
dated at least as far
mora than a centurv
W new agitation for parliamentary reform, and with each ex
I tension of the parliamentary and municipal franchise.
I extensions of the franchise, of necessity, involved the crea
tion of some machinery for parliamentary and municipal
elections. But the machinery has not become so Intricate
or so elaborate as to overshadow the elections, and the
questions and principles at issue In parliamentary or municipal contests.
There has not grown up in England, as has long existed in this country,
one small and Interested class exclusively Intent on working the electoral
machinery, and another and enormously larger class, much more loosely held
together, whlcu does little more than march to the polls to vote for the men
whom the smaller and more Interested class really the governing class
have nominated for election. Hence the wholly different meaning of the
word politician In this country and in England. In this country my under
standing of the word politician is a man who is closely, continuously, and ac
tively concerned In the working of the machine, or who holds an office, or la
a perpetual candidate either for elective or appointive office. The word haa
no such narrow Blgnlflcanc in England. It Implies a man or woman who Is
interested in political questions and principles; who is a student of politics
in this wider sense. From the Atlantic.
ITH as much truth as
W i iue reign 01 cnaus ana oia nigm. uui mai was long ago.
Since then chaos has much declined In Importance until
II nnlu fni tho ftitnrltttnn ef ilia TlntnnriraHn no it v it nrmiM
scarcely be known.
Night, on the other hand, has steadily grown more Influ
ential and popular, to the end that in our time Its ralsons
d'etre are both many and vital. To mention only the chief
The richest women frequently look best by night
Nothing, perhaps, Is so satisfactorily turned Into day, where one has a
notion to be a good fellow.
It Is the prior fact to nighties, as Is shown by the testimony of trareler.
who assure us that in the land of the midnight sun, where there Is no night,
the nlghtlo Is unknown except as It has been brought In by missionaries.
Night Is night, wherever you find It. The fact that One Thousand and
One Arabian Nights are no more, In effect than Ten Nights In a Barroom
with us, is nothing to the contrary. We elmply live that much faster than
the Arabs. From Life.
One More Chance.
One day the office boy went to the
editor of "The Soaring Eagle" and
"There's a tramp at the door, and he
says he bas had nothing to eat for six
"Fetch him in," said the editor. "If
we can find how he does It we can run
tills paper for another week." Illus
System and f ?
Making It Beautiful
greatest hour of lifo Is the present"
system of practical philosophy embed
Interest In politics In England can be
back as the American Revolution. For
this Interest was intensified by each
felicity, doubtless, Milton speaks of
In the Race Suicide Zone.
Mrs. Dyer Have you had any ex
perience In taking care of ohlldren?"
Applicant No, ma'am. Heretofore
I've only worked for the best famil
New York city's new penitentiary,
planned for Rlkers' island will be the
largest In the world, and will accom
modate 2,000 men and 600 women.
JEAXKTTU AM) JKAXXOT.
You are poind fur nway.
!'nr away from poor .leannctte,
There in no oni! left to love mo lutv,
Ami you too mnv forgot;
Bui mv hunt will bo with you.
Wliertver you may fro. .
Cnn you look me in the fare
And h;iv the name. .Uv.nnot?
When you weiir tho jacket roil,
Anil the IxMiitihil coclv-ide,
Oh! I fe.ir you will forju't
All the proinin? you've made:
With your quit ujnm your piiouS'lcr,
Anil vour l'd oiiet liy your i'le,
You'll be tnkiiic Bonis piou.l lady
tAnd be niiikin? lier your hriie:
You'll he takimi nome proud huh
And be making her your bride.
Or when glory lcadg the wny.
You'll be Tnacllv rushine on.
Never thinking if thev kill yov. that
My happinemi in pone:
If ou win the div. perhaps,
A general you'll be.
Tho' I'm proud to thirk of that,
What will become of ne?
Oh! if T were CJuen of France,
Or (till better, l'opc of Home,
I would have no fighting men abroad,
No weepin? maid at home.
'All the world ahotild be at pence.
Or if kinua imit show their i 'cht.
Whv let them who make the quurrcla
lie the only men to fight:
V, let them who make the quarrel
lie the only men to fight.
THE NEW BOY.
By MARY IIl'DllARD HOWrXI. '
It was a bright autumn morning.
The fall term of St. Rudolph's School
had begun on Wednesday; now It was
Saturday, and the boys had a long
holiday before them. Out on the
playground Tom Hadden a new hoy
who had only arrived the night be
fore was standing by himself, and
looking about with the curious but
sober eyes of a boy who felt as if he
were In a new world, and who was
as yet extremely doubtful as to his
chances for happiness in that world.
"Hello, Tom Hadden; is that you?"
some one called suddenly.
. Tom's gloomy face brightened, and
he turned eagerly toward a group of
boys near him. who were talking and
laughing in the manner so expres
sive at once of good comradeship and
much self-importance, that always
marks the' old boys at the beginning
of a new school year. Tom knew
several of those toys; he had met
them (luring the summer vacations,
and their greetings now were so
hearty that In a few minutes he quite
forgot that he was that forlorn crea
ture, a strange boy in a large school;
and he gladly accepted an Invitation
to Join his new friends In a tramp
over the hills to a village some miles
from St. Rudolph's. In high spirits
they set out; the hills were crossed
and early in the afternoon they
reached the village.
"Now for Cruger's," shouted sever
al of the boys, and they led the way
to a saloon and boisterously pushed
open the door.
Tom held back. He did not like
the appearance of the place.
"What are we going In here for?"
"For a spread, of course," one of
the boys explained. "They cook groat
dinners here; come on."
Tom was quite ready for a
"spread," and willingly followed the
boys into a little back room where
the saloon proprietor assured them
they would be undisturbed. Their
dinner of oysters and beefsteak was
Boon served, and thoroughly enjoyed
by the hungry boys; then a dessert
of fruit, cake, and pie was ordered,
and when the last crumb of the last
cake bad disappeared and the waiter
had removed the dishes from the
table, Frank Jones, their acknowl
edged leader, said gayly: "Now, fel
lows, before we go, we'll have a lov
"A loving cup; what's that?" Tom
asked of the boy nearest him.
"You needn't be afraid of It, it
won't hurt you; it's only beer," the
"Beer? I don't want any," and
Tom pushed back his cbair.
"Sit still; you can't go yet," Frank
Jones said, and at that moment the
waiter returned with the black beer
Amid shouts of laughter the corks
were drawn, and then one of the
boys started the song:
And here's a hand1, my trusty friend,'
And gle's a hand of thine.
And we'll take a right guid wille
wought "No, no," Tom Hadden shouted,
"this is wrong. I will not drink.
Let me go."
The boys stopped singing. "So
you are a'kill-sport, are you?" one
(if them said scornfully.
"No. no," Tom cried, "but I can't
drink. Let me go."
The beer was foaming in their
glasses, but the boys left It untouched
while they stared at Tom.
. "You are a fool, Tom," one of
said. "What harm can a glass of
beer do you?"
"Come, Tom," coaxed another,
don't make a row about nothing;,
be a man and drink our beer,"
"I won't," Tom said sharply. '"Lei
Die go." . ,
"We aren't, quite ready to let you
go vet," Frank Jones said angrily.
"You are a pretty fellow to kill sport
!! this wav; and now If you don't
drink you shall give ua a temperance
lecture. If it Is wrong to drink beer
vou shall tell us why. Come, boys,
... , llolnn
pnv attention. iou win uu
to an address on temperance from the
cloqusnt orator, Thomas Hadden."
"Hoar! Hear!" shouted the boys,
and t!un one of them called: "Staud
him up on the table."
t'p with you," cried two of the
strongest boys, us they seized Tom,
and, unable to resist, he was forced
to mount the table., With a crimson
face and something suspiciously like
tcr.is In his eyes, he faced his tor
mentors. "I can't, boys," he faltered. "I
can't talk to you."
More shame to you, then, for
spoiling our fun," growled one of the
boys. "Come, you needn't think
we'll let you off. If you won't drink
beer you shall give us some good rea
son for not drinking it. That's only
fair. Come, be quick and begin."
Tom Hadden waited a moment.
Once or twice he swallowed hard, as
he breathed fast. Suddenly he threw
liHck his h?ad and straightened him
"Boys," lie said. In a clear voice,
"I will tell you a story a true story
a story that belongs to my own
"All right," said Frank Jones, but
something In Tom's face made the
other boys watch him In silence.
"Boys," Tom went on, In n tender,
pathetic voice, "I knew a little boy
once who had a beautiful home. He
had a kind father and mother, and
he loved them eo much iliat he could
never tell which he loved best. Boys,
that little boy's father had always
been a good man; but once, when he
wasn't well, the doctor ordered him
to drink beer, and he began to drink
It, and " Tom's voice was thrlll-
I113 In Its emphasis now "he soon
began to drink stronger things; and
there camo a time when that little
boy's home was so changed from tho
lovely place It once was that it
seemed as If a fiend must live there.
That little boy heard his father rave
and curse like a madman and he
was mad, for rum made him so and
he saw oh, boys, to his dying hour
he will remember It he saw his
mother struck down by his drunken
There was a dead silence In that
little room. The beer had ceased to
foam, but not a boy had tasted U, or
"Boys," Tom's thrilling voice went
on, "that little boy Is a large boy now,
and he is almost alone In the world,
for his father and mother are both
dead, and now he has no home. Do
you wonder?" and no boy who
heard it ever forgot the pathos of
Tom's tone "do you wonder, boys,
that standing by his mother's grave
that boy looked up to Heaven, and
solemnly vowed never while he lived,
to touch or taste the drink that had
made a madman of his father, ruined
his home, and broken his mother's
Tom ceased, and for a moment not
a boy stirred.
"You will let me go, now," he
said, as he jumped down from his
high place, and started for the door;
and then with 0119 impetuous rush,
the boys gathered around him.
"Tom," Frank Jones said, "you are
a hero. Why, I think you are braver
than a soldier. I am proud of you,
and I would do .lust like you it I
were in your place." The boy
stopped; a new thought had come to
him. He looked around on his com
panions. "Boys," he said earnestly, "it
seems to me that what I would do if
I were in Tom's place, I had better
do now In my own place."
Perhaps the head master of St.
Rudolph's was never in his long life
more happily surprised than he was
that evening, when six of his oldest
and most Influential boys called on
him and asked to sign the temper
Years have passed since that even
ing, and to-day those boys are ma
ture men and widely parUd; but they
have never forgotten Tom's story,
and through all the trials and temp
tation of manhood, with God's help,
they have kept their pledge. Chris,
tlan Work and Evangelist.
rayment in Kind.
The editor of the Trevorion (Pa.)
Times seems to be plentifully sup
plied with everyiiing for the winter
except money. In a recent editorial
wi) read: "We have taken wood, po
tatoes, corn, eggs, butter, onions,
cabbage, chlckeus, stone, lumber, la
bor, sand, calico, sauerkraut, second
hand clothing, coon skins, scrap Iron,
shoe pegs, raw hides? chinqueplns,
tanbarfc, dogs, sorghum, seed, jar
wnre and wheat straw on subscrip
tion, and now a man wants to know
if we would send the paper for six
months for. a large owl. We have no
precedent for refusing, and if we can
find a man who Is out of an owl and
wants one, we'll do it." London
The value o pearl shells t,aken
from the American rivers last season
r FIE PLANT HYBRID.
Tie plant or rhubarb is a perennial
of the same family as the common
dock. The present varieties are hy.
brlds, or the result of the work of the
plant breeder In crossing.
CARE OF TREES.
Do not forget the trees set out last
epiing. If the season is dry they may
die for lack of, water unless you see
to it that they are artificially watered.
Make a little hollow at the base oV
the tree and frequently pour It full 0f
water. This may save the life of the
tree. Farmers' Home Journal.
LOOK AFTER THE ORCHARD.
The orchard that is not looked af.
ter will be a failure. We have seen
orchards that have been planted by
proxy by city men who evidently ex
pected to make a great fortune out of
them. But their end came as a result
of being overrun by grass, caterpll
lars and scales. Farmers' Home
APPLES WANTED IX EUROPE.
Large receivers and distributors of
fruit in London, Liverpool nod Ham
burg, in letters to the American Agrl
culturlst, are unanimous in the opin
ion that there is a good market
abroad for high class American ap
ples. Fine looking red fruit Is de
manded by both English and German
consumers. The English crop, ac
cording to all accounts, is not as sat
isfactory ns early reports indicated,
there being a scarcity of choice ap
ples. Furthermore, these European
crops are always largely out of the
way by the time our winter season fot
shipping Is well on. Germany is in a
tlmllar position, having a large home'
crop of common apples and offerings
from near-by countries. AVhat Is de
manded Is the finer grades of large
red apples, which make a good ap
pearance and also have the right fla
vor. With reference to further ship
ments of choice apples these dealers
are of the opinion that a good market
THE CARE OF CANXAS.
A denizen of the moist swamp j of
the tropics, the canna, In order to do
its best, needs not only sunshine and
water, but moist air. Without s
lawn Bpray this cannot very well be
supplied, and even when It is the pur
pose Is not always completely an
swered. It is possible, nevertheless,
for any one, who will take sufficient
pains with them, to grow cannas sat
isfactorily In almost any spot or place.
A good way, when the plants are tak
en up in the fall, is to topdress the
bed with well rotted manure to mako
it rich for the next season. If no
manure, otherwise, Is applied until
spring, it should be exceedingly fine.
While growing it is also beneficial
to use on the bed a liberal mulch of
well rotted manure. This will keep
the roots cool, and at the same time
if watered daily be a constant source
of moisture to the air lying Immedi
ately over the bed. Planted with
other flowers in the centre of the bed
helps to keep the cannas more moist
if plenty of water is only applied -American
When grapes are bagged at an ear
ly stage there is hardly any work in
the fruit line that pays bttter than
it does. It practically assures a per
fect bunch to every one so treated.
The time to bag them Is Just as soon
as the flowering is over. Many in
sects and' blights are not long in find
ing out a bunch of grapes, and
though a week or two after flowering
would be soon enough, in all proba
bility, it is better to do the work as
soon as the flowers fade. Almost
everyone is familiar with th length
of a bunch of grapes, and In bagging,
all one has to do is to p'ace the
bunch inside of a bag of sufficient
length, give the mouth of the vag. a
folding or twisting together and then
pinning the mouth and the work Is
done, and the bunch Is Bate. With
the closing and fastening of thi
mouth of the bag It both excludes
fungous germs and all insects, both
of which pests destroy whole crops
often where not molested, says Prac
When the fruit is taken from the
bags when ripe it presents a beau
tiful appearence. The berries are
covered wl'h bloom, much more so
than the best bunches which are
produced without them, inynany
districts more grapes are dostroyed
by an Insect that lays its eggs on the
fruit, which later produce a maggot
which destroys the-berry. Usually
such an attack is not confined to a
berry or two, but takes every berry
on a bunch, Bagging gets over all
such troubles, and unless to preserve
the foliage from blight, no spraying
of any kind Is required. The com
mon paper bags,-such as grocers ne.
are quite good enough for bagglnf
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