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THE PEICELES3 THOUGHT, A penny for 017 thoughts? I'll tell you thlst t i To me that thought la worth the whole of bliss, I Ten thousand kings, set on ten thousand thrones, ! Have not a millionth part In precious atones, In silver, gold, and other treasures rare. Of what Is mine in that tine thought so fair That you would buy for copper. E'en the mint f . - Itself compared to It hath nothing In't. The chests of Crowns, Monte Crlsto, and The added wealth of all our lavish land, I would not take for that one precious thought, : Yet alnce you ask, 111 give it you for naught. I TIs this, Sweetheart, come hither and Incline Your ear that I may whisper "Thou art mine!" -John Kendrlek Batus, In Alhle's Magazine. 1 A Skating Episode saaSfisyr-nr , , Years ngo, when I was a student at Heidelberg, It was my custom to travel up a branch of tht Neckar every week end is an old castle where dwelt the Baron von Rosentower with his daugh ter Elsa. My father and the Baron had been fast friends &1 Heidelberg many years before, and the Baron, .was alwaya glad to see me, I for my part had fallen deeply In love with the dark eyed Elsa. With all the ardor of youth I had wooed her with my eyes; but as yet not a word of love had passed between us. On the night of which I am wrltmg It was my Intention to peak to her of my passion, and ask her to be mine forever. It was in the early part of the year, and the river was well frozen. Know ing that I could travel nearly the whole of the distance on the Ice, I donned my skates and set out. When I reached the branch of the river that led op to the cnstle the full moon rose before me, shedding Its glorious sliver light over everything. Its ris ing hurried my strides, for I realized that In the previous week I had ar ranged with Elsa to meet her at a cer tain bend of the river at six, and It wag now nearly that time. As I hastened on I could see the tights of the castle twinkling In the dis tance. They shone In the night like eta ro to guide my feet to her I loved, She would be coining down the river am dying. Let me die In your arms I And and tell me your love." Then, placing her arms around my neck, I raised her up and told her what no other ear shall hear, no other eye shall read. A tremor of lore and death shook her as our Hps met. Then, as her spirit fled, her arms fell from my neck. Elsa! Elsa! My student days were over. After a long search for the murderer of my love, I had been denied even the con solation of vengeance. Yet In the end it was bronght home that the murder er's knife stabs himself and the "rob ber ro to render." It was a bleak winter day, and Jan uary's frost brought the vigorous youth of London out on to the skating ponds. Beneath a gray and frosty aky I made my way with my skate to the ornamental water in Regent's Park. There, among people who were hurry ing hither and thither In a motley throng, I gained admission Into the re served enclosure, and was very eoon mixed In the crowd upon the Ice. Yet It was a melancholy pleasure, for this was the first time I had skated alnce the tragic affair three years dnce. The ring of the skates called the aad scene up to me vividly. I conld see the banks of the frozen river and the broad moonlit space where Elsa had met her death; could bear her last "Murder I" he told, with growing ex citement "Are you sure of It?" "Yea," I replied. "Do you happen to remember the case of Elsa von R own tower, killed on the Ice at Heldelherg, three years ajoT" "I've heard of It," he replied. "They never found the man. You don't mean to say that " "I do," I said. "You come and stand nearby while I talk to htm; and take your cue from me." With this I aiproaehed the foreigner, ami the policeman established himself nearby. "That's an extraordinary figure of yours," I said. "Yes," he replied. "I think I may claim a what you call a monopoly of that. ' You see, no one else can do 11." "Are you sure?" I asked, pointedly. "I fancy I've seen It somwwhere." lie looked Incredulous. "I'll wager you a hundred golden siv erclgns you can't show me another man who can do IV he said. "Where did you see It?" "On a branch of the Neckar," I ro piled. "Leading up to the Castle Rosen tower." The man's Jaw fell, and he blanched suddenly as I went on: "Of course, It was you. I tried to overtake you, but you " "Me!" he ejaculated, recovering him self. "What proof have you of that?" "The trick you performed on the lot Just now to elude me was the earn that you employed on that occasion." "That Is nonsense !" he cried, starting up and glaring at me. "Do you supposs that I'm the only one In the world that can do ltr "You said Just now that no one cls-t could do It," I replied. "You're the man without a doubt" "Absurd! Ridiculous!" he cried again, while I caught the policeman's eye. "This Is too much. You are romancing. I tell you " "Listen to me," I said. Interrupting him. "Io you know mo?"- "No ; I never set eyes on you before." "Good. That lends additional weight to what I have to say. It is this. fr Good Short Stories Gaston burst like a whirlwind In upon his friend Alphonse. "V, 111 you e my witness?" he cried. "Going to Ight?" "No; going to get married." Alphonse after a pause Inquired, "Can't you apologize?" If was an awfully old Joke, but the Ametlcan thought It might cause Ms English friend to generate a smile. "Just before I sailed for Liverpool," mid the American, "I dreamed that I was dead, and the heat woke me up." '80?" rejoined the Englishman, serl- iu8ly, "The weather must be beastly hot in America." Dr. Walter- C. Smith, the popular Srotch poet-preacher, on one occasion tried to explain to an old lady the meaning of the scriptural expression "Take up thy bed and walk,' by Baying that the bed was simply a mat or rug easily taken up and carried away. "No, no," replied the lady. "I canna be lieve that The bed waa a regular four-poster. There would be no miracle In walking away wV a bit o' mat or rug on your back." Rube Waddnll, the baseball star, at a banquet In his honor In St. Louis, ald of pitching: "The secret of win nlng pitching Is trickery. I once knew :i Nlcetown drummer named Horton who would have made a fine pitcher. found Horton one day writing In a red 'took. 'A diary?' said I. 'I didn't know you kept a diary, Horton. 'It Is anly a fake one,' he replied. 'I make out in it that I lend the life of a saint. Then I leave It lying around for my wife to read.'" An old lady was accosted in a Lon don street by a well-dressed and re Uued looking strrviger, who effusively c'almed her as a friend. "I really don't believe you remember me!" she alght. "Though It's anything but fanny for those two poor youngsters," ehe added, "I'Tt been chuckllnr all day. Thla morning Eleanor asked me If I could help her with that dree, and though I had planned to do other things, I ild yea, and aha worked like Trojan all the morning. Then at luncheon ahe aald she thought ahe'd surprise the girle of the old luncheon club by learning to prepare a whole meal, and then invite them to eat It I told her ahe might, and to-morrow mrrnlng she'a going to learn to cream Potatoes and make mayonnaise dress ing. Poor Madge'a return has had more effect than all my planning and trying." To which Mr. Parks replied, "Oh, I told you not to worry. Eleanor's all right." Youth'a Companion. ' KATAIXE'S BRACELETS. A DANGEROUS STOWAWAY, .. m. m. m. a .e a. .a, a. a a a. a. a a - ITT TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT VVT ITT rr-T 'I exclaimed, reproachfully, and the old While I was chasing you I managed to 1 i,idy, never doubting that her memory run my rapier through the calf of your right leg before you tricked me. I pre sume the mark Is still there?" He laughed uneasily. "Ach! Gott!" he said. "You Eng lish are too much. To accuse a man of murder because he can cut a certain figure on the Ice, and because yon. think he has a little mark on the calf of his leg ach! That'a good!" And he laughed again. But bis amusement was short-lived. said I. "Who accused you I came In from the comiwslng room, and, I never said a word about IT WAS A MELANCHOLY PLEASURE. sow, and would reach the meeting place before me. There had been some talk of rob bers In the neighborhood recently, and I for this reason I carried not a re volver, but a stick in which was con cealed a rapier, thinking this was good enough for them. Thoughts of robbers were capped by the weird, dismal howl of a wolf In the distance. It brought a chill to my heart a vague misgiving and a presentiment of evil. I was not overconeerned about myself, but I was In great haste to reach the spot where Elsa would be wnltlng for nie. A fore fcodlng of catastrophe followed at my heels, and ns I sped faster and faster It still followed close. What a fool I was to be late and keep my loved one waiting In a wild spot ! I was nearlng a bend In the river when a cry reached my ears. Could It be the howl of a wolf? It was re peated. It sounded more human. Was It the cry of a woman'? I Increased ray pace to the utmost to round the bend whence the cry had proceeded. My forebodings of evil gripped my heart and lent wings to my feet. Again the cry was repeated, and I now knew it for that of u woman and. what was more. It was a cry of distress. Another moment and I had rounded the bend. There I saw, in n broad patch of the moonlit Ice. a man and a woman struggling together. I shouted. The man turned his head and saw my swift approach. Then quick as thought, his knife flushed twice, and there was u sharp moan from the woman as she xonk to the ground. I was now almost upon them, when the man darted off. I gave cliase, thinking to run him through before he could get up Kpoed. But he was too quick for mo. As I oore down on hlin with a rapid sweep he eluded me with the most peculiar and extraordinary maneuver I have ever seen on the lee. But, ns he executed this strange fig ure; I made a swift thrust with my rapier at his right leg as It was thrown back for a moment within my reach and pierced the fleshy purt of the calf. But pursuit was hopeless. He reached the bend, nnd with u moeklug laugh again executed the extraordi nary figure which hud bailled me. Theo he was gone, and I saw him no more All this was a matter of seconds. As It was now Impossible to cateh the robber, or whatever he was. I hurried to the prostrate form upon the lee. Bending over It, I turned the face up to the light. Alas, my worst fears were realized. It was Elsa ! And upon tho tee beside her was the crimson stain of iter life's blood. The cruel knife had evidently done Its work, Sns was dying. (julckly I pressed my brandy flask to her lips, She stirred, and her eyes looked up Into mine. "My dear," I said, tenderly, "to night I was going to tell you how much I loved you. And now and now "Dear," she replied plaintively, "I words ringing in my ears, and see the last look In her eyes upturned to mine. Mingling among the throng I strove to drive away these memories. Then as I skated on I caught sleht of a rowd gathered round a man who was cutting figures upon the lee. I drew near to watch, and soon saw that he was no ordinary skater. He displayed a dexterity and a finish that are seldom seen. As I watched him with admiration he suddenly struck across the open patch and sped at a rapid pace towards the line of specta tors at one side. But when he came within a yard of them he executed a peculiar movement difficult to follow, and, darting off at right angles, Just avoided a collision. Bravo! Bravo!" went up from the crowd, for it was a wonderful feat Those around me ejaculated expressions of astonishment, for it was Indeed a trick that they had never witnessed he- ore. But I I clenched my teeth, and said nothing. I had seen it before. It was the exact movement by which the murderer of my love had eluded me on that fatal night three years since. Could this be the man? I had not seen his face, but I had duly noted and, re membered the twist ami turn and glide that had Unfiled mo. This idea, that he was the man, grew upon me as I watched hlra narrowly. Then, actuated by a sudden idea, I struck forward Into the ring and mo tions! to him. He brought up sud denly and faced me. "You're a quick skater," I said. "Now I will give you a start round this ring, and If you cau prevent roe from catch ing you I'll admit you're the smartest uian I've ever seen on the Ice. 'ery well," he replied, with a for eign accent; "try it And If you can catch me you're cleverer than I." Willi the words, he started off and I followed. Round and round the ring we went like lightning, the spectators cheering us on. I gained on him and was stretching out my hund to catch hlin when he leaped right across my path, and, with a stumbling backward movement, left me on the other side of the ring. The onlookers cheered hlin, and I re- turned to the charge ugain. This time, when I was dure on him, he did the same thing: but I wos after him like a shot, and pressing him close In the middle of the ring. But he was not to be caught. When he was almost within my grasp he swlveled ami per formed the Intricate maneuver that had first attracted my attenlon. Be fore I could look round ho was at the other side of the ring laughing at me. "I give It up," I said. "You are too clever for me." "I give It up, too," ho said. "I've bad enough." And with that he sought the bank, and, sitting down 011 u chair, called for his skates to be removed. Seeing this, I at once made my way to a pol Iceman, and briefly explained my suspicious to bun. "Murder! of murder? murder." "Not to hlm," said the policeman, now stepping forward, "but you did to me a little while back. Will you charge this man?" he went on, addressing me. "He seems to know exactly what the charge Is." "Yes," I returned. "I charge hlin with the murder of Elsa von Rosen tower, three years ngo, on the Neckar !" There was a sensation among th spectators as the man, pale as death, looked this way and that as If for some loophole of escape. But, with the po liceman's heavy band upon him, there was small chance, and he was led away like one In a dream, self-convlcted iy his own Words. Subsequent Investigation proved him to be the right man, for there was tho small mark of the rapier wound visible upon the calf of his leg. The whole matter was cleared up and his Identity was proved beyond a doubt. In due course he was executed, and I had the melancholy satisfaction of knowing that the very trick by means of which he had escaped me on that tragic night had now brought about bis Just doom. Philadelphia Telegraph. was at fault, confessed that she could net quite recall the name. "Ah! but 1 hr.ve changed It since you knew me," said her Interlocutor, gayly, and after few more lively upeeehes she passed on, having possessed herself meanwhile of the old lady's purse. When Charles Dudley Warner was the editor of the Hartford, Connecticut, Press, back In the sixties, arousing the patriotism of the Stato by his vig orous appeals, one, of the type-setters "ADS" THAT PARIS KNOWS. Heralding; of Goods for Sale Differs from America's Methods. The new moving picture arrangement for advertising on the "Great White Way" is one of the means of ndvir tlsement with which Parisians have long been familiar. The clmeraatographs are the most amusing things on the boulevards at night portraying crazy stories. Interspersed with many re clames, says the New York Post. Posters are more employed than over here. Although Paris boasts of few glaring billboards, almost every blank wall space Is covered with little slip advertising houses to rent, furniture to sell or help wanted. Each bill should hove a governmental stamp of a few centimes, and those who do not pay this duty to tho government are liable to prosecution. Political and mass meetings are also announced In this way; In fact. It is the usual form of agitating. The recent strikes were made public by means of posters, and at regular intervals the women's rights members go about past ing slips. Sandwich men are extensively em ployed, especially by the music ha". On the Boulevard St. Michael an c'.d man walks with half-closed eyes, carry ing a sign which reads In btg letters; "Do Not Look Behind." Needless to say, every one hastens to do so. The custom of distributing reclames In the street, although seen here, Is by no means as general as In France. There It Is a common advertising me dium. Any business, from dressmaking nnd dry goods to schools and libraries, Is recommended. This Is, Indeed, a reg ular business, and the distributers, men and women, must have a license. The theater Is an advertising medium for dressmakers and milliners. It Is a well known fact that the principal Pa risian actresses never pay for their dresses; these are furnished by the big establishments free of charge, provided their mimes figure on the program. planting himself before the editor, said: "Well, Mr. Warner, I've decided to enlist In the army." With mingled sensations of pride and resionslblllty, Mr. Warner replied encouragingly that Me was glad to see that, the mnn felt 1 he call or duty. "Oh, It Isn't that," Mild the truthful compositor; "but I'd rather be shot than try to set any more of your copy." One of Lord Carmarthen's future constituents once asked the youthful candidate his opinion upon some ab struse question of which he knew noth ing. "Let him alone!" cried another, derisively; "don't you see he's nothing out a baby?" "What do you think?" reiterated his Inquirer, heedless of the Interruption and determined to have un answer. "I think," said Lord Car marthen, with ready wit, "that it is 'ilgh time for all babies to be in bed"; and so sayinz he gathered up hi papers and disappeared from the pat- form. Again and this last anecdote Is so well known as to have become well nigh historical at a crowded meeting Just before his election, he was 'errupted by the question: "Does your nother know you're out?" "Yes, tie loes," was the Instant retort, "and . y Puesday night sho will know I'm In." ills prophecy proved correct and he tended the poll by a large majority. Almost every shtp which gets lntq port has an experience to relate o stolen passages. Perhaps the most cu rlous case of a stowaway Is told In a recent number of the New York Times, The adventure took place on the big British freighter Matoppo, which reach ed Its berth a ahort time ago at a South Brooklyn dock. - In February the Matoppo sailed from Calcutta with a load of rails for tht Trana-Siberian railway. It unloaded at Dalny end on Its return trip, on the third night out ita strange stowaway was discovered. A number of chickens, kept in a coop on the poop-deCk, were found slaugh tered one morning. The next night a sheep was killed, and Its balf-eaten carcass left near the machinery room. A watch was then kept and It waa found that a Manchurlan tiger was on board the ship. The creature had stolen on board at Dalny, secreted Itself and driven on deck by hunger had commit ted the depredations which had set the crew to wondering. In spite of a strict lookout no near view of the cat could be obtained. At daylight search failed to reveal Its hid ing place. Once or twice the crew caught sight of two green eyes glaring out of the darkness, but they vanished before a gun could be brought to shoulder. The thefts went on. Then, one night, a Chinese n reman, crossing ine aces, was badly scared by the Budden appear ance of the animal. The captain decid ed that something must be done. An other huut was organized. The first second and third officers were armed and the crew provided with clubs to lieat up the game. It was night when 1 the creature was finally discovered be hind some odds and ends In the space under the poop-deck. The second officer was the first to see the big cat. Two blazing eyes were turned In his direction nnd the oftU'er fired.- There was a cry from the ani mal, nnd then the lithe body was launched full at Its would-be slayer. The officer fired ngaln, and then, ns he half turned to avoid the springing ani mal, it struck Mm full on the shoul der. The cat's sharp claws cut his coat from the collar down. Then the beast bounded through tho door lending to the deck. At that siwt coal had been pllqJ up to the rail. The men who had run aft at tne sound of the shot saw the ani mal bound up this pile and leap far out Into the sea. " "It was very Interesting," said the second officer, "but we were all disap pointed because we lost the skin." In Liked Mors Vl Woa1 Span a Moner Vpoa Her. Natalie Joyce held a pretty brace leted arm before Ten Darlington. "Be what It is to Lava a birthday 1" sha cried, gaily. "Three I Natalie Joyce, aren't you the luckiest? And Isn'tthat one with the pearls a beauty?" Pen'a voice sounded as happy aa If the pretty things were her own It was a way Pen had. Natalie twisted the one with the pearls thoughtfully. "It Is lovely," ahe said, "only I kind of hated te have Dick Marshall spend so much for It" "Dick Marshall!" Pen repeated. Natalie dimpled. "And the others are from Ralph Dixon and Brent Lyon. Wasn't It funny they should alj have had the same Idea? What is the mat ter with you, Pen Darlington? You look as solemn as an owl." "I wish you hndn't let them," Pen aid, bravely. Natalie stripped the bracelets off and thrust them In her pocket "I might have remembered what n Puritan you are!" she said, angrily. "Yon needn't have said a word It's enough to stand there looking a nun dred things, each worse than the last.' "I'm sorry." Ten faltered. "It looks like It!" Natalie retorted. marching off. At the corner, however, her anger fell away and her dimples came back, for sha ssw Rob Darling ton coming, and in the secret place In her heart where she kept her dreams still sweet and Innocent girl-dreams, in spite of her vanity Rob Darlington moved as hero. The two went on to gether, laughing and talking, both well content But that evening Rob came to his sister's room. "I want to ask you something, Ten, he said. "All rtirhtM Pen responded. She waa very proud of her big brother. "It's about Natalie Joyce," Rob said, seriously. "Pen, Is It true that she accepts presents valuable ones from inv fellow who rives them to hex? Fellows like Ralph Dixon, for In stance?" Pen shook her head. "No fair, Rob.' she said, quietly. MT simnnscd vou'd say that" Rob returned. "I heard the follows talk lng about it and I wouldn't believe It" ne strode across to the window and stood looking out whistling soft ly, a long time. Natalie wondered why Rob Darling ton stopped coming to see her. Then she decided that It was not worth worrying about. She never would have inrmi for him. anvwav : he waa too proper. She liked boys who were good fun and rate you things. She had six bracelets now. Youth's Companion. I A STRUGGLE THAT PATH. &JWrVlrVrrVj NEW POINT OF VTEW. EFFECT OF AN AWFUL EXAMPLE. it Her Hlra Also. "Her hats beggar description." "And that's not all they beggar If her husband tells the truth." Houston Post. There . ure two Esperanto clubs In Moscow, and over a thousand imtsoiis nre busy studying the language. A book store will shortly be ojicned, in which only books. printed In Esperanto will be sold. Brought Home to Eleanor Lack of Accomplishments. "Well, John, what am I going to do with Eleanor? I can't mnke her rake any Interest In practical things," mid Mrs. Parks. "You must remember, my dear, tliat 'fllennor Is young yet; she's more inter sted In having a good time." "Of course 1 want ner to have n uod time, but she ought to know how .0 do a few things besides play tennis ind basket-ball. Why, when I was seventeen I could sew well and was h good cook." "But you are 11 remarkable woman, you know," said Mr. Parks, with a twinkling eye, "and you doubtless be iiin by being n remarkable girl "Now, John, don t le rooiish, an swered Mrs. Pnrks, blushing with pleas ure. "I wasn't remarkable at nil, and really I've tried so hard with Eleanor, I got up n luncheon club, to try nnd Inspire her to learn cooking. Each girl was to prepare two dishes; but dear me! Eleanor always had an Im perative engagement, and at the lust moment the cook and I prepared them. Then I told her she might have au otuer muslin dress, which she wnuted, If she'd make It herself, with my help .She talks about It, but never got at it. What ft time she'd have if she were married!" "Oh, don't worry about it, Martha. Something will happen perhaps to dl ro'.t her Interest to home things. But f,he won't be marrying yet a while ' "Well. I don t know, John. Madge Richards wus only nineteen " At this moment Eleanor burst In, prcjty as a picture, her hair a little wild and her fain flushed from the g.iino of tennis. "Mother," she exclaimed, "have you heard what's happened? Why, I think it's perfectly awful! Madge Riehirds has come home! I mean she's been brought home. Her husband brought hi r. She said he hadn't enough money yet to supply the noeossnry servant to take cure of her, nnd he'd brought her liiii k Itccuuse she couldn't do any thing. Isn't that awful?" "Yes, 1 think it Is pretty awful," unsworn! Mrs. Parks, not daring to U-c'lv til her husband, "but If sho loves him she can Itegiii and learn now." "Oh, Johu, Isn't it funny to see It work?" exclaimed Mrs. Purks the next OLD SLEUTH UP, TO SATE. There Are More Wars than Ona oi Folllna; the Villain. Right at the mouth of the tunnel our hero lay, tightly bound across the trnck. says Judge. A few yards up the hill side was his sweetheart, lashed to a tree. Near by stood tho villain Tar- box, arms folded, a dlnliollcal grin on bis face, as ho Invited the helpless girl to see the destruction of her lover. What could save him? Already there echoed from the tunnel tho roar of the express train ns It thundered down the mountain slope toward lis victim. Keep up your courage, dear," said the doomed man calmly. "Provldenco will yet provide nn escape from that scoundrel's tolls, never fear." "Let's see," murmured the great au thor abstractedly, as he paused a mo ment In his dictation. "How's sho go ing to get him out of that fix? She can't rush wildly Into tho tunnel nnd flag the train with a sulphurous match. because Bhe's tied. She can't influence tho villain, because his Is a heart of stone. The engineer couldn't hear her piercing shriek, because tho train Is in a tunnel. Her faithful hound couldnt untie him. Sho Oh. I have it! Of course," and he resumed his dictation. Just as the headlight of the ap proaching train twinkled into view far up the subterranean passage, a sudden, fierce gust of wind blew down the mountain, struck our heroine's hat which had been leaning against u tree and trundled It across tho open space 1 Into the cavernous mouth of the tunnel. A moment Inter was heard a long, harsh, grating screech, and the locomo tive, its wheels tangled and lockM In the mammoth ruins of the lint, came to a standstill with Its eow-cntcher Just touching our hero's hair. Men descend ed from tho cub and released him and the girl, while the wretch Tarbox dash ed uway Into the night, shaking his clenched fls-ts In bitter anger at the sky. "Thank God!" gasped our heroine wldly as she sunk fulntlng Into her lover's arms. "Thank God that I wore my Merry Widow Instead of the usual wild rose!" rt nmtliia of m Woman to Aid Brrlna- Yonth. "I had to dismiss that office boy of mine. Mary you recall him,, don't your said Mr. Clark to his wife one evening, according to the Youth's Com nanlon. "He stole. We weren't sure of it at first, but one day we found out certainly. There were a lot of print ed and stamped envelopes that we kept stored in an unused closet Intending to have them redeemed some time. Ted cot ahead of us, though. He wrote a letter on a typewriter, using the office stationery. It was addressed to the postmaster, and requested him to rive to Theodore the money for the envelopes he waa returning." "Did he algn It?" asked the wife. "Yes, he did that, too; and It was the illiterate handwriting that gave him away. The postal clerk telephoned up to see If it was all right there was about $20 involved and so we caugni him." "What did you do then?" "We gave the boy a long lecture- frightened him with the reform school, and so on and then fired him. "Was that all?" asked the wife. "Why, yes. Wa couldn't keep him. '.of course. He Is not fit, to do any I trustworthy work. We cannot afford ; to risk it" "It seems to me,", said the woman, i "that you are running a bigger risk I in turning him loose this woy. If no . una knows his weakness be will be more easily tempted again, and his fil- I tnre employers, not understanding with whom they are dealing, may suffer bad- ; ly from his thefts." ! "Well, what would you do?" , . J "Keep him. Wutch him without let- ; ting him know it. He Is only a child ; if he does not realize that every bad thing he does wilt be discovered sooner 1 or later. Some one should teach him. Don't you think you ought to? It was . In your employment that he came to i grief." i "I hadn't thought of It In that way, but I don't know but what you are right, Mary," said her husband. "I will take him back and give blin an other show It took Max Grelber four year t become the prosperous and respocted proprietor of a restaurant, after having. been a loafer and a "bum." Ills wlf had died, his children were with thetl grandparents and he himself had bee twice In the hospital before he got drifting. A useless, objoctless, pitiful life It waa that he led for a while. H- "didn't seem to succeed," somehow, When he was at last on his feet agala and his own master, he told the story to an acquaintance as follows : I was a full-fledged hobo, I tell you l Slept out nights, and drank every time I got a nickel. Many's the time the cot has come along and warmed the solef of my feet to wake me up and keej me from freezing stiff in some alleyway or hall. But I got a Jounce one day that made me see things differently. If was this way: I used to be good looking I meat clean and well dressed.. I took prldt In being smart Why, when my wift was alive, 1 wouldn't start to work la the morning with my dinner bucket till my hair was parted Just so that's tht truth! Well, maybe vanity Isn't the worst vice a mnn ran have. I was going along the street this day I tell you of, and 1 came to where some fellows were put ting one of those big plate glass win, dows into a store front They'd gof the boarding off one face of the glass) nnd I turned the corner and came pof onto a full length reflection of mysel! In that window pane. "Why." says I to myself, "what a filthy looking bum that fellow la!" An4 then I realized that the face was mine. When I got it Into my head that thaf blear-eyed, ragged, unahaved. dirty vV slon in the glass was the reflection ol Max Grelber, that decided me. 1 wasu't a minute deciding to tura 11 jjaa square. I knew I was grauunny uruv lng from bad to worse, but this struca me like a club I stopped drinking tnes and there and it wasn't any easy break. It was harder stni to get to work. I'd got so uwd to loafing that 1 thought I wns sick when I begnn to put some hard licks In once more. I took the first thing that came at hand. I found a couple of bags an went to the nearest place where they were tearing down a house, and begge( some wood. I didn't have an ax, an the workmen wouldn't have trusted mi with one if I hnd asked to borrow IX, I broke the wood Into kindling length with a paving brick. When I had tw bags full I went through the street! hollering, "Wood! Wood!" till I sol$ them. That gave, me twenty cents. 1 paid half of it for a shave and the next flay, when I'd earned more, I went t the barber ngaln and got my hair cut - I kept at it like a dog in a treadmill, I wasn't contented with Just filling mj stomach. As fast as I could I got whola clothing from second hand shops. hired a room for a dollur a week. 'A lot of my old pals.stlll hung around, and I set them to work. I bought aa ax and sometimes I paid for the right to clean out the refuse wood where, contractor was at work. I cut the wood md sold It to my pals for five or all cents a bag. They had to bring tht bags back or they didn't get any more, Finally, when I got a little money to getfcer, I went back to my trade, aavel op, and here I am with a little buslnes of my own today. I have a home, wltk the old folks and the kids in It I can hardly realize that I was ever that chap I saw In the glass that day an lucky for me I wasn't too far gone tt see myself as I was. Oblltflnd. Yet Grateful. "It Is very kind of you," said the lady to her stout husband, as he knelt before her to put on her overshoes. "Don't mention It my dear," he re plied. "Nevertheless, I am glad you ure not a centipede." Judge. Ilrr War. "I wouldn't cry like that if I were you, sum a lauy 10 niue Alice. "Well, said Alice between her sobs, "you cun cry any way you like, but this la my way." Uulted Presbyterian. Knlllnif In Lore. I do not doubt as the world goet on a deeper sense of moral responslbll ty In the matter of marriage will grow ip among us. But It will not take the iulse direction of Ignoring these our profoundest and holiest Instincts. Mar- iMuge for money may go, marriage for .auk may go, marriage for position may go, but marriage for love, 1 be- ieve ond trust, will last forever. Men 11 the future will probably feel that a iniou with their cousins or near rela- ileiis Is positively wicked; that a union vlth those too like them In person or disposition Is at least undesirable; thut .1 union bused upon considerations of wealth or any other consideration save .-onslilenitlons of Immediate natural impulse is base uud disgraceful. But to the end of time they will continue to feel In pplte of doctrlnitlri that the voice of nature Is better far than the voice of the lord chancellor or the royal society uud that the lustlnctlve desire for u particular helpmate Is surer guide for the Ultimate happiness both of the race uud of tho individual than any amount of deliberate consul tutloii. It Is not the foolish fancies of youth that will have to lie got rid of, but the foolish, wicked uud mischievous Interference of parents or outsiders.- Grant Allen. COSMOPOLITAN CARDIFF. Few Cities In the World a Mlna-llna- of Races. The preconceived impressions of Car dirt are "very far from accurate. Peo ple generally suppose it to be a sooty and ugly coal town, with a thick atmoa phere and processions of grim miners pnsstng through the streets between tht shafts and their slate thatched cot tages. On the contrary, It is one of the prettiest cities In the kingdom, with wide, dean streets, lined with shadt trees and rows of comfortable villas, with flower gardens, shrubbery and clinging vines, writes William E. Curtis, Although Cardiff handles more coal than any other place in the world, and that Is the chief oecupntlon of Its citi zens, a stranger might live here for a year without suspecting such a thing from appearances. There isn't a mine within nine miles of the place, and the coal is curried directly from the shafts in railway trains to the docks, which lie some distance below the residence portion of the city. They are reached by a long sireet that is Inhabited by people of every clime on earth, chiefly sailor folk, who have been stranded here ut the end of voyages or nre keep ing boarding houses and shops for the potronage of their fellow countrymen who come here by the sea. The coal of Cardiff goes to every jxirt except those of the United States, It cuu be found ut nlmost every fac tory In the world outside of our coun try and furnishes steam to move the fleets of Hourly every nation. Hence the shipping that comes to Curdtff rep resents a corresponding number, of countries, nnd perhaps no other city xcept it he Port Said, at the entrance of the Suez Canal, or Panama, or Puu tu Arenas, on the Straits of Magellan, has so many races represented In It population. If you will take a trnm- enr from the cl'.y to tho docks you 11111 see stgiis in uhnost every language lumping over the d.inrs rf shops and reslaunuils and inrdlng Iioufcs. W hat llct Haw. Mrs. MeSwai- -I'.illir.ger, how did you Hue the decorations t tho ChunU this morning' Mr. McSwut All the decorations I conld see, Lobelia, w.-r' worn by the young lady In Imnt of me. I liked the muml sweep of the brim, tliu floral display nnd t'ie general arrangement of the rlKs i s. but I thought the dead bird looked oe ' '. A girl i axtuys -u with the new before thely oT. lew. She's oa the old is eo