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dunno I may be foolish, but It alius jeema to me iDKt our tlreums Is Jeat like phlldurn, ' wi'h n S'"u might have or me; r. kin look DUCK lucre an' tliey uneil t' be In youth, men we tlmwriii me was mi pleasure n' Hi' upei't'h o' men all truth; Wa kin lu,t b'k an' remember how tliey nnnle us plai nil day, men lluv J wnlked hand In hand mlth u. afore they wtnl nvay; irntT wi h lluss bright i aiinshlue an' cs light Hn' One es toam, thru I hey (trowed up an' left us jiat like childuin leuvln' home. O-ct ih' house wm peopled with 'cm, sir they played like chlliiurn phi v. inter everv nook an' cranny, never rei " In' all th' day: OBct wo hoered 'em alius laushln" Jest f like chlldurn laugh fer you. Arf s-talkin' of tomorrer, JCBt th' same rlilldurn do. face rn tiny was bright without 'em, an' thev gathered In th' light Of Hi" gn'to an" smiled about us Jest like rlilldurn do at night; la then they went buck to Dreamland, an' they left us In th' gloam Of our life alone and lonesome Jest like child urn leavin' home. .... '-f.V"-l 1 IN THE 3 By Albert Tho night clerk at the Hotel Im perial, Jasper Fortescue, was chatting over the counter 'with Bea Grahams, the lock expert. Grahame "made" the city about trery four months. A week oro a telegram had summoned him three hundred miles west to force the time nult ot the Second National Bank. Anr a hard Job be had got the big tee! room open. Now he was going twice as far south In answer to an other message. Cary, the Imperlor telegrapher, bad gone home sick. "Could handle the key myself at a pinch, eh, Ben?" remarked Fortescue. "I tuoss I've not quite forgotten my Morse." The expert nodded. They had been railroad operators together fifteen years back, and bad always kept up their friendship. The office clock chimed eleven thirty. Grahame's train pulled out tu fifteen minutes. "Well, goud-by, Jasp! I'll see you In October, tf everything goes well. Look out for your safe." "We keep good watch of that," re plied the clerk. Leaning forward he dropped hit voice to a whisper: "Fifty thousand in money 'and Jewelry in there tonight. A diamond drummer's lost nut In twenty thousand. We close It at midnight. Till then" Dropping his hand behind the coun ter, he raised a revolver butt. Grahame smiled. "Yes, I see. Good-by!" With a final handshake he hurried out to the carriage. Fortescue spoka to Hayden, the colored watchman',, twenty yeara an Imperial employe, trusty as a steel trap. "The safe's chock-full of money and uluubles, Billy. Be sure the door's shut at twelve, If I'm not here. I may have to see a party In 47. There were a lot of Buspiclous-looklng characters on the street this afternoon. The town's full of crooks, baited here by this convention. Here comes the band now with a crowd of delegates from f the train. Be careful, won't you!" "Ail right, sir," replied Billy, and hurried away on his rounds. Fortcscue's glance rell on Maurice Stone, the new bell-boy, a slim, quiet lad of eighteen, pouring over a book. The clerk was something of a marti net He bad not taken to Stone; not that he actually distrusted him, but new men must be tried before being trusted too far. Fortescue spoke sharply: "Put that book up, Stone. I don't want you reading while on duty. Go P to 47, and ask If Mr. Folger wants to see rue." It sow lacked but little of twelve, '.and the procession was just in front of the hotel. Roman candles and red light illumined the street The thun der of the band, pealing1 through the doors, filled the office. Everybody was t the window looking out. The clerk stepped Into the vault to put away the ledger. On turning to go out, he noticed In one corner a Piece of paper shaped like a check; he looped to pick It tip. He was stand log with his back to the door, and at Bide of it, concealed from those Without Suddenly kllng-g-gt .the music was cut off, and thick, dead stillness suc ceeded. A second later, before he oould realize his peril and cry out, the wits clanged borne. j The door bad been closed and (locked and the combination disar ranged. So noiselessly had the well oiled hinges turned and so bright was electric light inside that he had received no warning. In a flash Fortescue woke to his p Won. The combination of the vault M been changed that day, and he the only man who knew the new mbination. Almost unbalanced , by his danger, uttered cry after cry, as he pound- nit lists on the rock-like door. I Why, It nln't so hine. 1 ret Von, leastwlsa Diets th' way It secnm, bence I wax th happy uau.iy of a family o die.iniH; When tl.ey chi-t.-rrt nil nhout mo an' , tci-y clli'ihcj up In mi' ehwir, An they en, I!. m at mc nn'' Kiieicd mil Irom nhn'iet evt-rvwl-.o; c; Every nlijht 1 liocnl ei.i I:ib.h'i could near ivn .lost e pltiin; An they uo,i t' tlnme hvlurc ne all th' way nlting th' lane. How iiiey kcu' nit. Kwct'i an' hopeful on what iiuiKh rtutil 1 miiht run in. But they've all uniw.-il ui an' leu me, Jebt Ilka chllUuin livln' liomv. An' sometimes I set nt evenln' where I used t' see 'em pluy, Sort o' Bolt-mn like an' loneaome. sence they're prowed an' gone awav; Sort o Kind I ife,l t' have 'em, when 1 Kit t dreamln' on, Bout es clad I ued f have 'em eg I'm sorry thet they're Rone. How I uat d I' sol n-dreumln' In this big. nld-fashlnni'd chnlr. with th' drenma likt children playln' In my onMles In th' nlr. They was colored Jest like rainbows an' Uelit an' fine ei foam. But they've all wowed up an' left me Jcat like children leuvln' home. J. W. Foley, In tho New York Times. VAULT. W. Tolman. Then a calmer period came, and he applied himself with determination to the problem so suddenly forced upon him. It was easy to understand how the thing had happened. Everybody In the office had been watching the procession, so no one had seen him enter the safe. Hayden, the watch man, coming along a minute or so after twelve, his steps drowned by the music, had found the door open. Strictly obedient to orders, he had swung it to, turned the T-handle, and whirled the knob to scatter the com bination. Fortescue looked eagerly round, seeking some chance for escape, bat nothing offered. The electric bulb il lumined every corne. From floor to celling the walls were lined with locked money drawers and the backs of ledgerB nnd files. On these the clerk bestowed merely a casual glance, for behind them lay two Inches of solid steel, backed ly a foot of cement. No, positively hie only chance was by the door; and that must be opened from the outside. His cell was about six feet square and seven feet high. To support life comfortably a man needs at least a thousand cubic feet of air an hour. A little calculation told Foirtescue he had enough for fifteen minutes. After thai the deadly carbonic acid gas would gradually overpower him. He looked at his watch. Every min ute w.i priceless. How fast they were x- i LOVE'S LANGUAGE. t By Homer Croy. J It was the morning of that fearsome, uncertain day on which the bonds were to be made fast, where a tiny path yet leads back, J when each tries to peer into the future and wonders, and doubts, J. and hesitates. J They were alone, and she drew near him, aware, and watchful. "Harold, dearest, In a few hours It will all be over. Can you J grasp it all? But did you dream of me last nlgbt?" "Yes, ownest. I saw you as a black marvelouB swan, drifting 7 placidly all alone on a mirrored lake, with hero and there a flat floating leaf. And then I, an humble, Joyous swan, too, besan to 1 float out to you, And my soul took lire, dearest, and I thrilled all 4 over as you swung superbly around, and I wished to be a poet with a living, passionate pen, and I wished myself an earth-god, and that 4 a raging wind and destruction would come, would swoop down upon 4 t you that I might seize you in my arms and defy the Btorm-god. And 4 ' I could smell sweet Incense and bear the tinkling of innumerable bells, and could feel the delirium of a burning heart when you swayed your head, and again I wished to be a poet that I might sing " "But, Harold, do-you really love me?" He paused, breathed deep, and poured out his soul: "Yes, dear est, I think you are It" And tinea she held up her vibrant Hps, confident, satisfied. From Puck. ticking away! What was going on in the office only a few feet off? Could he not attract some one's attention? Not if that bass drum were still thundDrlng through the room. But it must soon paas by. If he only had something to ham mer against the door! ' He- remem bered his knife. Clenching it In his right flat, so that only iU end project ed, he began pounding against the steel. Fortescue would have felt better had he known that Grahame was outside. Somehow or other he knew Ben wou'd have got that door open. He stopped hammering for a moment. Bang! bang! bang! Somebody was pounding against the door. The clerk's heart leaped. He had been heard, and that was the first step toward his re lease. ' Again he glanced at bis watch. Ten of the precious fifteen minutes had passed. They must be quick. The air inside would not last forever. Confusedly he began to speculate as to how they would try to reach blm. They might drill a hole to give him air; but before they could pene trate that thick, tough steel plate he would be dead. They migm lm,w tl;e door with nitroglycerin, but that would assuredly kill him. No, ho conk! nt p,nt otit allvo unless th" vauU were opened in me usual way; ami how cnu:d that, be d'.nie when his wn the only brala that l.new K.e cu-n binatlon? lick, tiek, tirii! Second by s-crin I tho minutes were Ucot iui a: toe.-. sixteen, ssventeen, eighteen. He was on borrowed time now. Already the veins on his face wprn swelling. His head nohed (It to burst. 1 here was a clanging In his cars. If l:e could only live without breathinr Why did not thosu people outside tlo something? Were they going to let him dlo without an effort? ah at once irom me door, even now wavering before his eyes', a succeeslvi of quick, sharp blows echoed through the vault tup-tap-lap! Tip tnp-tap! Over and over ai;aln they cume, tin til at last Fortcscue's benumbed brain recognized the sounds a the old fcun lllnr dots and dashes of the Morsa telegraph code. Word after word spelled out, until at last a sentence stood before him: "Can you hear me?" The clerk pulled himself together Ben Grahame, of course! Somehow he had been summoned back. IJerhaps his train hud not started. It was of ten late at that reason. Heniemherins r telegraph days together, he whs tapping a message through the door. Fortescue felt a great relief. Yet he must reply quickly. The air was so thick he could barely keep his eyes open. His head was splitting, It was years since he had used tho code; but. the old operator never for gets bis Morse. Leaning against the door, he dropped back with the butt f his knife: "Yes" tap-tap, tap-tap; tap; tap-tap-tap. Again a message clinked through the resounding steel: "What is the combination?" Staggering, fighting off Insensibility, the imprisoned clerk began to reply. So dulled was his brain that he al most feared he might forget the num bers before he could finish. He was careful to make each blow loud and clear, for he knew he was tpelling out either his reprieve or his death war rant. A single mistake, end all was lost; he could not keep conscious long enough to tap the message through more than once. Dot by dot, dash after dash, he tick ed oft the words: "Left to twenty-five; right three times to seventy-five; left twice to fifty; right slowly, till dial stops." At the last stroke Fortescne's will gave way. His knife dropped to tho cement, his muscles relaxed, and he collapsed utterly. Yet through the black mist which seemed to close round hlra he could hear the clicking of the tumblers. Fingers a few inches outside were turning the T-bandle. Would they get the combination right? Just as his senses were forsaklLg him, with a tremendous clang the bolts shot back, and tne door sprang open. Somebody was sponging Fortescue's temples with cold water when ho came to himself on his own counter. After a moment of bewilderment he remem bered, and raised himself painfully to thank the friend who had saved him. But he saw only a few belated guests and the regular hotel employes, Billy Hayden among them, his dark face al most ashen with relieved horror. In the background, quiet and sober, stood Maurice Stone. "Where's Grahame?" asked the clerk, wakly. "Couldn't reach him," was the reply. "We telephoned the telegraph office to cntch his train, but it was too far out. He couldn't have got back in time." "Then who knew the code?" They nodded toward the new bell-toy. "I mi, Stone'.'" exila;ui"J i''ir:B..M Incredulously, marina H the iuj In ilis.nistul. "Yes, sir. I ovcr5ie:rtl you ."r.d M. (raiui.'ne tpcal; tf ha ling bcn t.lo iiijihers tof.olhi r. I (cilUM't lie!;) bf us! int'.'remed, fur l'l.i svi-Oyins Mors myielf in my spare time." li.t t itieii v(l the Look projei tinu. lion l.is poeli ei. "I was pretty nervous an I went slow, to as not to make any mistaken furry I didn't know the cnJu butter, w I d got you out before." "You knew It well cnou:;h to :ve mv life," miswnred FortCKite, grit fu'ly. "I should nevcf have Iboucht of It myself." Youth's Companion. GOOD ART, BUT UNTRUE. A Fisherman Comments on a Painting of a Trout Taking a Fly. "There !r on exhibition In an art store In this city a vey beautiful end doubtless high priced oil painting rep resenting a brook trout in tho act of seizing a nVhermnn's fly." said ono who is an artist with tho rod and fly. "The angler lias east his Hy on the troubled surfr.ee of a swilt rapid, which In nature would have swept the light feathered hook down stream so quickly thut tho line nnd leader would Instantly huve been held taut. In the picture, however, the leader is repre sented as lying on tlm water In a cure leps loon above the Knot on whlrli the fly Is dropped, while the fly defies the velocity of the current and seems really to huve Hunted upstream to be hnndy for a trout which lms leaped clear of the water and is poised In graceful curve as It prepared to swoop down on the patient and obliging fly like a hawk potim liif? down on a chick en. "Many people stop before this paint ing and admire the art of It In deplet ing the manner In which a trout goes for a fly. If any of these have remark ed that If the artist who painted tho picture ever saw a trout lise to a fly In that way and failed to nipt tire It ho made the mistake of his lifo I haven't hoard them. But somebody ought to, for the artist certainly did make a mistake is not capturing any trout he saw taking a fly like that. It would be a curiosity worth being stuffed and mounted. "The real everyday troutof the ripple and pool doesn't play the part of a hawk in taking his prey, nor does the artificial fly anchor Itself on tho sur face of swift moving waters to be pounced upon. The trout rises to the fly from the bottom of the water, rush ing upward like a rocket. He takes it with a swoop and a whirl from be neath, and If he shows himself at ali It Is when he turns to go back to his haunt at the bottom. A brook trout can see instantly though the depth of water he may be lying in and nn add ed five or six Inches of thick foam on the surface, tho fly when It drops on the crust of that foam, and he has It almost as quickly as it drops, so It Is scarcely necessary for him to take the air and look around below him to see if there Is a fly waiting for him there. But that certainly is a very beautiful picture." New York Sun. The Smuggling of Opium. For many years the government has been trying to stop the smuggling of opium into San Francisco by tue Chi nese, but 011 account of the schemes and tactics used by the smugglers it has been very hard to detect tho cul prits. Regardless of the closo exam inations made by tho government offi cials, much opium is still smuggled in to San Francisco each year. Not long ago the officials suspected that there was a quantity of opium on one of the Chinese ships and decided to mako a close investigation. They went through the entlro ship, but failed to find any of the stuff. Finally they came to the conclusion that there was none on board. The officers went to the deck and there noticed several oil cans in plain view near tho rear mast. One of the officers went to the can and took off the cap. It was quite evi dent that the can contained cil by Its smell. The officer turned In disgust and gave the can a kick. It seemed very heavy and the top was cut from it. An examination Bhowd that tho can was filled two-thirds with small cans of opium and the rest with oil. Arrests followed the disclosure. Washington Herald. Building a House. One of the greatest pleasures of life In to build a house for one's self. There is a peculiar satisfaction even In planting a tree from which you hope to eat the fruit, or In the Bhade of wheh you hope to repose. But h'ow much greater the pleasure In planting the roof-tree, the tree that bears the golden apples of home and hospital ity, and under the protection of which you hope to pass the remainder' of your days. John Burroughs. Got a Good Start. 'To what do you attribute your un varying success?" 'To being picked early for the vil lage fool. Nobody ever tried to get me to indorse a note or go Into a scheme." Louisville Courier Journal. A camel It able to carry a load three timet greater than the horse. tV4M94MHBa4P4(494t4Mtlih I Farm Topics i 19siWJtjiB0atly TO FATTEN HOGS. In Nebraska many farmers fatten their hogs entirely on alfalfa, al though corn Is the staple crop of that State. Fed with corn, alfalfa pro duces larger gains than any other feed. Alfalfa and corn Bhould be fed in equal portions, and this ration beats corn alone. Alfalfa is an ex cellent maintenance ration and will produce excellent pork. Fed In con notion with corn it is unexcelled. Farmers' Home Journal. HOGS AND SOY' BEANS. For the past five years we have been growing soy beans for our hogs, with an increase 1 acreage ench suc ceeding year. With hogs at $B per hundred soy bettns make us over $30 an acre making 100 pounds of pork per acre. If the benns are to be pastured with hogs, they are ready for use when In about the condition ot gar den beans or peas for the tnble. We always mow and haul tho lx nns to the hogs for ten days or two weeks, grad ually Increasing the amount. When they, have been brought up to full feed the hogs may be safely turned Into the field and given about a half ration of corn. If the beans are all hauled o it, a few hogs should be turned Into the field after tho beans are all hai led out, for a great many benns will be left 011 the ground. A Subscriber, in the Indiana Farmer. DAIRY COW FOODS. Success In milk and butter dairy ing depends largely on the feed to th'j cow In properly balanced rations. Cows mtiBt havo both protein and car bonaceous foods to do well, and these can readily bo selected in duo pro portion. The protein foods are alfalfa, clo ver, cow pea bay, bran, ollmeal, cot tonseed meal, oats, barley , gluten meal nnd soy beans. Tho carbonaceous foods are corn and corn menl, corn silage, timothy hay, corn fodder, carrots, sugar beets and other beets. A good bnlnnced ra tion niny bo made of alfalfa or clover hay, silage, corn, or corn meal. These can be fed In bnlanced quantity, and the dairyman will very soon see the quantity required after feeding a short time. Thirty-five to forty pounds of com silage per day, ac cording to tho size of the cow, are enough. Indiana Farmer. SHEEP WITH OTHER STOCK. It hns been very truthfully said that tho sheep In Its timid and de fenseless nature becomes the prey of nil nnlmnls. This Is virtually true. The wolf and tho dor; are the pro nounced enemies of the sheep, and the flock demands protection from theso natural enemies at all times. While tho sheep Is frequently pastured in the same enclosure with the horse, the cow and the hog, it is always nt considerable risk of Injury to tho sheep. Tho horse often kicks and tramples on them; the cow gores them with her horns and tho hog, when once having had a taste of mut ton, from the dead carcass being left for it to devour, will not hesitate to attack lamlis and often tho older members of the flock. Thus It be comes a matter of attention and Judgment on the part of the flock owner to what extent the sheep are to be pastured or enclosed with other animals on tho farm. Farmers' Home Journal, HOW NATURE PLANTS. Mice, sqiilrels, chipmunks and other rodents use the fences as high ways and as a means of protection. Often In gathering their stores and food they are compelled to drop their precious loads along the fences, and thus completely lose them. In this way we may readily account for the appearance, along the fence row, of chestnut, walnut, hickory, butternut, oak, beech and wild cherry trees. What farmer has not seen these lit tle animals, scurrying along the fence, with nuts In their mouths, bent on having their dinner or laying up stores for winter? These small but active agents in Nature's reforestation plan are In a great measure responsible for the ra pidity with which partially cleared woods are replanted with young trees. I know of a forest tract, from which the best timber was removed nearly ten years ago, and which now is fast becoming rejuvenated by seedlings, springing from a few trees left stand ing by the lumbermen. Everywhere through this wooded tract young oak, hickory, beech, chestnut, maple and wild cherry trees are growing up in great profusion. It will be a matter ot only a comparatively few years until this woods, if left undisturbed, will be as it was before the timber was removed. H. S. Chamberlain, in the Indiana Farmer. Quluth, at the head ot Lake Supe rior, has the greatest mineral tonnage of any port in the world.