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A I X l, k W i- KVBRYWHERB. & angel stood with a flaming word, - Aiia nrmiy Darrea my way, While there btyond shone tho Holy AW Bright with the light of day. W". let me pass," I trembling cried, Hut flirt nncvnl anlil t.w. ......, "Thou mortal weak, look there below, At what thou hast left today." And as I turned my shrinking face Toward the earth with Its Joy and pain, I saw the form of one I loved, With arms outstretched In vain. "Let me go back," I humbly crnved, And lol The angel sighed. While there beyond, where all wai bright, The Holy Gates swung wide. "The face of God let me behold Just once e'er I depart." "The face of God," the angel said, "Ib stamped on every heart." And as I spoke a glorious voice Came floating In the air; "My child, return," it softly said, "For I am everywhere." CHRISTIAN PILGRIMS. If we are to believe Don Beaugrlllage, Chevalier Elol de Lone was transport ed from Egypt to Touralne In a single night In a manner which was certain ly marvellous, though not unique, since authors who are quite as worthy of credence as Beaugrlllage tell us of sim ilar adventures and say that they had personal knewledge of them. I will first Bpeak of the adventure of a lord of Gascony, a most excellent account of which has been given by Jean Fran coIb Blade. It Is a singular story, ow ing to the fact that the devil acted rather curiously toward the hero ol It, who, by the way, was a good Chrlstfan. The hero was "as devout as a priest, as strong as Samson and withal a man of Incomparable wisdom and prudence." (These are the very words of Jean Francois Blade.) Having sworn by tho Blessed Virgin of Bethanam In Beam that If his good wife, who had been for a long time barren, would finally give him a child he would go to the Holy Land and spend seven years there in lighting the enemies of the good God, this mighty lord set out for tho Holy Land Immediately after the birth of the long desired son. For a year he lought there "like a Caesar." One day, however, he fell from his horse, and "being captured by tht enemies of tho good God, he was locked up by them In a tower." There the devil went to ee him, and on three occasions he brought him news from him home. And bad news it was. "Three brothers," said the devll,"have taken possession of your property, and your wife and son have not found any relative or friend to defend them. By night and day these rascals feast In your castle and they sell the harvest so that they may squander the money at gambling. . . . Aye, and the time Is approaching when your wife will bo forced to wed one of the three broth ers." Naturally, when he heard this news the good lord was seized with an ur gent desire to return home. The devil offered him his services and promised to land him In three days within a hun dred yards of his castle. Certain con ditions were attached to this offer, but these the Gascon knew how to evade. The devil took the lord on his back. Then with one stroke of his wings he carried him above the clouds; and his speed was a hundred times greater than that of a Hash of lightning. The tlrst day the devil tald: "Keep up your courage. Don't lose your seat. Look down. What do you see?" "I see cities and villages; I see rivers and great forests; I see mountains and plains." The second day the devil said: "Keep up your courage. Don't lose your seat. Look down. What do you see?" "I see the ocean. I see Islands. I see hips." The third day the devil said: "Keep up your courage. Don't lose your seat. Look down. What do you see?" "I see my native country. I see my castle. I see my wife at the window. She is combing my son's hair with a beautiful comb of gold, and she is look ing far away, looking to see If I am coming back." Then the devil landed the lord with in a hundred yards of his castle and went away. The poor man was so bad ly clothed that he looked like a beggar. Until night came he hid himself, but then be knocked without fear or trem bling at the door of the castle. "Hullo! Hullo!" "Well, poor mnn what do you want?" "Lackeys, who Is In command here?" "He who was In command here died In the Holy Land. Tomorrow his widow takes a second husband. At present sua la upstairs In the drawing room, tak ing supper with her son and her three suitors." I do not Intend to relate how this good lord, after the fashion of the an cient Ulysses, killed the three suitors and made himself known to his good wife. His journey through the air Is tho only matter which Interests us at present. A VERY NOTABLE JOURNEY THRO' THE AIR. If the Gascon whose story we have told as brought from the heart of a pagan country by tne devil and landed safely at his own home, St. Adjutor, on the other hand, was providentially res cued by saints from paradise. This saint, who Is vulgarly known as St. AJoutre and St. Ustre, was miraculous ly transported In one night from Je rusalem, where he was a captive, to his castle of Blaru, near the town of Vernon, In Normandy. A son of the Duchess Rosamond, Ad jutor had become a Crusader In 10D5 and had gone to the Holy Land with a thousand good good men-at-arms. After fighting for seventeen years he was taken prisoner and was locked up In Jerusalem. One night, while he waa asleep, he saw In a vision St. Madeline on his right hand and St. Bernard of TIron on his left. Straightway they took him up and they transported him that very night to the forest of Blaru. Then they left him, saying: "This Is the resting place which we have chosen for you." Adjutor, recognizing the scenes of his youth, called a boy, who was herd ing cattle at a little distance, and or dered him to go to the castle and tell the Duchess Rosamond that her son had returned. The boy carried the message, but Riwamond answered: "My son Is dead at Jerusalem, and I will never have the Joy of seeing him coin- home again " The little herdsman went back to him who had sent him and repeated these words. "oo back to the castle of Blaru," said Adjutor to him, "and say that the three bells of the church are about to ring of their own accord, nnd will In that manner announce my return." And, Indeed, the herdsman had no sooner taken this message to the Duch ess than the bells began to ring. Rosa mond, however, shook her head and said: "These bells are not ringing on ao- j count of my eon's returning." The little herdsman went back a sec ond tlmo to Adjutor and tho latter gave him yet another message. "Go once more," he said, "and tell my mother that I have returned, and, If she will not believe It, say ns a proof that the cock which Is at this moment on a spit In the klteWn of the castle wilt crow three times. When the herdsman had given this message, the cock that was on the spit began to crow. When Bhe heard him Rosamond wna finally convinced that her son had returned. So she went to the forest In order to embrace her child who had been so mnrvelously re stored to her. She had, however, de layed too long. God Is not willing that any one should doubt his power and his mercy. Therefore he had called his servant bnck to him. As Rosamond opened her arms to embrace him, Ad jutor drew his last breath, and thus was kept the promise which St. Made line and St. Bernard had mndc to him. The result wns that Rosamond, as wns quite natural, took the veil and died In a state of sanctity. The mem ory of St. Adjutor Is still greatly ven erated In the little town of Vernon. The story of the miraculous journey of the three sons of Madame d'Eppe3 Is almost as well known In the north of France. Madame d'Eppes was the owner of a large and line property In the district of Laon. Her sons took the cross and the pilgrim's staff nnd carried the golden banner of the d'Eppes over the land which Is sancti fied by the blood of Jesus. At that time Fulk, king of Jerusalem, took by assault Caesara, which is the ancient city of Dan, and which wns situated at one of the extremities of his kingdom. At the other extremity he erected the castle of Beersheba, and thU3 re-established In Its entirety the kingdom of David and Solomon, which, nccordlng to Holy Writ, extended from Dan to Beersheba. Now, Fulk of Anjou, Intrusted to the three sons of Mme. d'Eppes the guar dianship of the new castle of Beer sheba, which was sixteen miles distant from Ascalon and was constantly threatened by the Saracens. Ascalon wa san ancient city of the Philistines and was then In possession of the In fidels, who kept a strong garrison there. One day the three sons of Mme. d'Eppes were riding nt a little distance from Beersheba, when sudenly they were surprised by a troop of Arab horsemen. To Ascalon they were taken nnd there they were put In a dark dun geon, where they would have perished miserably if they had not received help from the Blessed Virgin, who carried them during their sleep back to the country of their birth, where their mother never expected to see them. When they awoke they were greatly surprised to see the Laon country ana the cathedral of Laon on top of the familiar hill. HOW THE CHEVALIER ELOI DB LOHE WAS AT THE BAT TLE OF ASHMOUN. The story of Elol de Lobe's adven ture will perhaps seem less surpris ing than the stories which we have Just told. Elol was of good family and wns extremely hand some and well built. He was nineteen years old when he accompanied his uncle Baudry to Cyprus and Egypt. When they ar rived at a place called Ashmoun they met the Soudan and he was clothed In golden armor, on which the rays of the sun flashed with wonderful brightness. The Saracens around him made a ter rible noise with their drums. Nothing happened then, but at nlghtfnll the pa gans began to fire so fast and so furi ously that it seemed as though a dra con was flying through the air. When ever this lire inrcaieneu me sacreu relics St. Louis said amid tears: "O, good Lord God. preserve me and my people!" "Amen!" said Elol de Lohe. And at such moments he thought of the green Loire and his father's home. Nevertheless he killed a good many Infi dels, for he loved to bear himself like a man. When the battle was ovpr he could not find any trace of his uncle Baudry, who had borne hl.nself brave ly during the conflict and had then dis appeared In the thickest of the fight. Elol de Lohe saw most of his compan ions die of a terrible dlsense. The flesh of our legs, says one of them, wasted away, and the skin was covered with blnck and earth-colored spots like nn old boot which has been for a long time hidden behind a trunk. Few es caped this disease, and bleeding at the nose was soon found to be a sure sign of death, so that when this symptom once appeared the sufferer was bound to die In a short time. Now, as Elol de Lohe was steering a boat that was going down the Nile with a number of patients, and was thinking that he would soon be afflicted with the same malady, he was captured by the Sara cens and was led before a certain Emir, who said to him: "You are a youth of great beauty and you seem to be very strong. If you will embrace the faith of Mohammed I will give you great power over my slaves and you shall be lord over my gardens." But Elol de Lohe refused to embrace the faith of Mohammed. As he stood beneath the porch of the Emir's palnce Elol saw approaching him a swarthy old man, whom he nt first took for an Arab, but in whim he soon recognized n squire named Pierre, who wns a native of Cougny-les-Tours, and whom he had not seen since the battle of Ashmoun. "Pierre." said he to him, "I am glad to see you before the end comes for both of us, which will assuredly be soon, for there is no doubt that we will he sacrificed to the Mohammedan idol. Still, you will be able to give me news of my uncle, nudry, who was taken prisoner by tho Saracens at Ashmoun. I suppose he is at present enduring great sufferings In the service or oui Lord?" "You need not suppose anything of the kind, sir," replied Pierre. "Youi uncle audry has taken up the business of preserving roses at Smyrna, where he lives In a fine garden, with fifty wives, whom he sells whenever they cease to please him." Elol de Lohe was surprised and sorry to hear that his uncle Baudry was no longer a Christian. He was not. how eer. beguiled by his example; on the contrary. It strengthened him In his resolution to remain n Christian. The Emir, who thought that such a handsome fellow ought to become u pa gnn, constantly entieated and threaten ed him, and finally ordered that he bt cast into prison. The Jailer, who was a garrulous old man. related many fine parables, hop ing that they would induce him tc change his mind. All his labor, how eevr. wns In vain. The Knur Anally saw clearly that nel ther the diead of punishment nor th love nf wealth would ever Impel Elol de Lohe to become a Saracen. He fint tered himself, however, that logic would win the day, and so he sent to him thf most learned doctors In Ar&hla, and every day they reasoned with him In his cell In the most subtle fashion. These doctors knew Aristotle nnd ex celled In mathematics, medicine and astronomy. Elol de Lohe knew uotlilnu of astronomy, medicine, mathematics, or of the works of Aristotle, but he knew by heart the Lord's Prayer and tevernl other beautiful prayers. And that la why tht learned Arabian dootoro were unable to convince him, and with- drew, covered with contusion The Emir, who wns of an obstinate vanquished, even though Aristotle and the doctors had failed In their mission. And he resolvod to try nnothcr plan, which would surely produce n better result. With this Intent he summoned one of his fifty daughters a girl named Bulbul, who wns young, beautiful, a fine musician ana a more subtle logi cian than any learned doctor. The Emir ordered his daughter Bul bul to array herself In her most costly raiment, to anoint herself with oil of bnlsam and to visit Elol de Lohe In prison. "Go, my daughter," he snld to her, "and tench this Christ Inn the Moham medan law. And understand thnt your work will be of little avail If you mere ly speak the truth. You must sec to It that your arguments are rendered more cogent by the brightness of your eyes, by the radiant glory of your hnlr, by the perfume from your bosom nnd by the roundness of your arms, and that when you sponk nil the arts of persuasion are at work around you like a light and powerful odor." The Emir's Instructions have seemed unreasonable to some authors who hnve told this story. Don Beaugrll lage, however, observes that they are Just such Instructions us nn Infidel would be likely to give In such a case. In like manner, ho says, the daughters of Mldlan nnd of Monb, by the detest able ndvlce of the false prophet, Ba laam, were sent to the children of Is rael with the object of perverting them nnd causing them to fnll Into Idolatry, nnd In like manner the daughters of Ammon turned the heart of the great king, Solomon, toward Idolatry, and so, too, Queen Athnlle, having Inspired with passion the son of the holy king, Josaphat, Induced him to become a worshiper of Baal. At any rate the Emir asked hla daughter every day If she was making good progress in her conversion or tne Chevnller de Lohe, and the princess Bulbul prudently replied thnt there was still a good deal of work to do In that direction. She spoke In this manner so that she might visit Elol ns often as she pleased. Already, however, she wns fullv determined to free him from prison and to flee with him. For they were In love with ench other. Whpn everything wns rendy for tho execution of this plan Bulbul, while her attendants were asleep, escaped one night from the palnce by a garden door, and under her clonk she carried her Jewels In a casket. And so she set free Chevnller de Lohe nnd took him to the bank of tho Nile, where he found a boatman, who rowed him over to the other Bide. . . They fell asleep. The next uay .101 was surprised to see the steeples of Tours and the Loire, with Its light sand, flowing Indolently as ever. Bulbul was not less astonished. No one knows how they were transported from Egypt to Tourntne. Bulbul was baptized by tho Bishop of Tours, and she mnrrled Elol, and In this way she became the ances tress of a long line of descendants. Everyone His Own Deserts. (Helen Wllmans In "Freedom.") "My own shall come to me.' It shall come because It Is related to the char acter of my mental development. If my mental development Is of a law or der then my surrounding conditions will correspond. As I go on Improving my mind, gaining more knowledge of the law of growth and of my own la tent powers my conditions will Im prove. And this thing will go on for ever. Let no one suppose that because a few men have heaped up much money this proves my statement untrue. Money is related to their development, but it has enslaved them; It has bo come their master, and does not add to their happiness. Money properly ac quired under a knowledge of the law of growth and of one's relntlon to tho law will free the Individual; It will be his slave and not his master. Knowledge la the food of the Immor tals; and so long as they confine them selves to it, using their brains freely In digesting It, making practical ap plication of It when It Is perfected, death or old age a simply Impossible to them. The habit of procrastination is simply a habit of llfelessness; a habit of de vitalization. But how enn such persona come out of their condition? They can come out of It by thinking. The habit of thinking on almost any subject whatever will arouse their brains In a way to put more vitality In their bodies; with more vitality thus added the pow er to think will be Increased and the power to enjoy nlso, until after awhile the pleasures of life will take hold of them and start them In nn effort to per petuate life here in this world. The hnblt of postponement will become con quered and they will become practically citizens of our beautiful earth. "Great truths are dearly bought; they do not come by choice, they are not blown In our way by the parsing wind, they come from long continued thought. A fnct picked up here, a truth from some other source, those combined and Joined with a thought of your own, tho power to concentrate the mind, and soon mental strength Is ours, and we can go gleanig sheaves of the truth of truth that are so thickly strewn In our way." Martha S. Richardson. A young mnn and a young woman simultaneously started for the same seat on a grip car yesterday afternoon at Fifth and Main street. The young man discovered the young womnn's purpose and gallantly stopped. The young woman flounced hersoif quickly Into the seat, which was built for one, and regarded the young man with a pityingly triumphant glance, mat saia but too plainly: "You're too slow." The young man, who spends that part of his time which Is not engaged In the practice of law In studying human na ture and philosophizing, went back to the rear end of the trailer and told a re porter who was perched there all about It: "In the slow days of long ago a wo man would have been quick to detect the courtesy and prompt to acknowl edge It, but," with line scorn. "In these rapid later days. If a man makes a bluff at politeness he Is treated ns If he were nn Imbecile or physdoally deform ed and Inactive. "If ever I give up a seat to any wo man, unless I know her, I hope I may be sent to Spain to lenrn selfishness. I propose to sit like a sphinx, nnd If wo men have forgotten th flnei gentle nets of their sex. let them recnll It by rumination while holding to a strap In a street car." Alkali Ike So you killed that literary chop from down eust? Ca-ctus Pete Yep. His eddlcatlon stood him in good stead until he tried to rend de cards In n pokor game. Then It proved his ruination. First Tramp DIs Is what I call a mixed drink. Second Tramp Ain't It beer? First Tramp Yes. but II'h been took out of slxtuen different kega, THE BLUE AND QOLD. I, Long e'or the morning star hath slipped away Drawing ethcrnl robes before hor fnco To hide her beauty from nll-seelng dny Such Is her chastity nnd tiiatden grace, Into the vaulted blue of Snul's domain SplrulH of golden glery shlmmorlng come; Trembling with Joy, they lounltc ngnln To Join their beuutles till the day Is done. Making to watching man a glorious sight After the faint fnlrness of the night. The blue and gold, so beautiful to pee; One disenchantment only doth con tain A silvery chill o'er-hanglng seems to be; So fair, so chill doth hiu ninny dis dain. II. The blue and gold doth symbolize our lnnd; War's blazon trumpet blares her re gal piidc; Freedom and power seem walking hand In hand, And nil Is fair that's by the eye de scribed. But while we vaunt her glory nnd her fame A crawling chill doth over steal the heart; Fair Liberty doth hide her face for shame Thut none will to a cnll for succor stnrt, But linger long with fingers In the pm HO While a poor neighbor groans be neath her curse. Our land Is fair, but with the gold and blue There clings a tinge of Nero's purple hue. HI. My lady's eyes are nH the morning skies. Grny-blue and blithesome, a celestial pair O'er-brlnunlng with each thought that lives and dies, Vnlr pvps. besnenklng thought ns truly fair, And a gold crown doth decorate her brow A crown of twenty thousand golden bands, A flowing halo thnt doth lend Its glow, And ns a glory from her head ex pands. Her presence Is a balm unto my soul, For where she Is, dull sorrow can not bide. The strength of her perfections out ward roll. Expelling raw contentions from her side. I only sigh thnt being chilly pure. She cannot feel of love's consuming fire. IV. But why complnln of beauties not en tire? God leaves the rest for us to make complete. If we ndmlre the beauties which but nre, We mend the lack; ftr all such fnnclps sweet Are warm and rosy red; thus we dis pel The only fault, nnd perfect make the well. -ETHEL GRIFFITH. What profits It, O America, to prevail In enmp and mart and council, and bestrew With sovereign nrgosles the waters blue, And wrest thy tribute from each sil ver sail. If, In thy strongholds, thou canst hear the wall Of maidens mnrtyred by the Spnnlsh crew, Whose tenderest mercy wns the sword that slew, And left no hand to wield the purging Hall. We deemed that thou dlds't hold a charge from him Who watches glrdler round with cher ubim To smite the wronger with thy destined rod. Wnlt'st thou his sign? Enough, the sleepless cry Of virgin souls for vengeance, and on high The gathering blackness of the frown of God. If I was rich, I'd have a hike, I'd chaw terba-ker an' I'd fight; I'd go to Cuba 'Ith Uncle Snm. And all them Spanish I'ud lam If I was rich. All boys wild never go a day To Sundny school, but alers play. And Jes' have fun from morn till night Now wouln't that be out o' sight! If I was rich! I wouldn't have 10 woik a lick. But Jes' chaw candy till I'se sick, An' gum! I'd hnve n bushel basket, Rn' give to all the kids as asket, If I was rich! I'd wash my face Jes once a week, An' then ye'd never honr me squek, When once n month I combed my hear, An' wnsh-nll-nvcr! Never, there! If I was 1 leh! J MES L. WHITTINGHAM. Omaha. Neb. Only a bird! nnd n vagrant boy Fits a pebble with boyish skill Into the folds of a supple sling. "Watch me him him. I can an' I will." WMrr! and a silence chill and snd Falls like a pall on the vibrant nlr. From a birchen tree, whence a shower of song Hud fallen li: ripples everywhere. Only a bird! and the tiny thront With quaver and trill and whistle of flute Bruised nnd bleeding and silent lies There at his feet. Its chords are mute. And the bo with loud and boisterous laugh. Proud of his prowess and brutal skill, Throws U nslde with a cureless toss. Only n bird! It was mode to kill." Only a bird! yet far away Little ones clamor and cry for food Clamor and cry nnd the chill of night Settles over tho orphnn brand. Weaker and fainter the moaning cnll For n brooding breast that Hhull never tome. Morning breaks o'er a lonely nest. So:. glees and lifeless; mute and dumb. Mary Morrison In "Illrds." Their power of locomotion enables thim to "choose their climates and their season." thus giving them n bet ter clmnce to multiply In r.umbers Soire birds travel In flocks, aome In families, and some In pairs or singly. Roys who rob birds' nests, or shoot birds with air guns or other woapous should l tteveiely punished by law, while adults who do ro should be bun lhed from the country. DONT BELI2VE IN QREEK. It Is not to the Greeks nnd Romnnn that I owo tho formation of my heart and mind. It Is not to Virgil or to Cic ero; It Is not to Seneca or to Llvy: It Is not to Sophocles and Plato that I owo It. I owe It rather to tho bible, lo the clnsslc French wrlter3, to Mon taigne, to Pascal, to La Hruycro, to Rosscnu, to Chatenubilnnd, to Lnmur tlne, to Mlchlet, to Salnte-li.uve, to Tnlne nnd to Rennn. But I nm becoming nioie nnd inoro nsqualnted with the fact that I know nothing. 1 am Ignorant of the English language, which Is spoken by one-hnlf the wot Id, nnd my German Is simply pitiable. Now you will say that It In my own fault, and that 1 might have learned those languages when I was young. Hut was It my fault, when I hnd at my disposal only one faculty of Intellectual work, limited and mediocre, which was absorbed completely by tho study of defunct languages. Imposed upon mu by a blind tradition, and from which I detlved very little advantage? And don't believe for a moment that I am the only man In this situation. The benutles of the English nnd German luiigunges, although 1 can get only glimpses of their Helmet's, are to 1110 a little better than n dosed book. I can not even travel with Intellectual profit. I have forgotten the little that I did know of physical and natural science. My limbs ale awkwatd and heavy. I have no tnanunl training. I 11111 n man In a dcscited Island, and more lonely than Robinson Crusoe. I still feel the weight of the evening studies of the Institution of massln, which lasted three hours and a half, nnd which closed a day's work with out fresh air, without recreation, and during which I racked my brain over superfluous Greek line) Latin. I am good for nothing except to write, and 1 would not dare to lay that to my Latin, because If I write my native lnuguage correctly I certainly do not clnlm to write It more purely than Louis Vcullot, who only went through the cours de "la mutuelle," or George Sand, who did not receive what Is called n liberal education. ' The study of dead languages Ih useful as an exercise of the mind. ISut why should not the study of living lan guages be Just as valuable? So far as 1 can Judge, the German grammar la more beautiful and 11101 e harmonious In Its complexity than the Latin gram mar, nnd It Is not Inferior to tho Greek grammar. And us for the Intellectual and moral substance of untlquc litera ture, It Is not alone by the classics that It tienctrntes the mind of our children; It Is rather and how much enriched? by the English, the German, the Italian and the Spanish writers. If, therefore, the benetlt derived from Lntln Is bo small for a man like me, who, twenty-five yenrs ngo. knew It very well, what profit can It be to nine tenths of our colleglnns, who nppear to learn It, but who do not know It nnd who enn never know It? The faculty does not dnrc to erase Latin from the programs or to maintain the venerable and proved method by which alone It can be thoroughly ac quired. There arc no more Latin themes, no more Latin versos, and, I might al most say, no more Latin compositions. I have seen the themes nnd exercises of some of the students. They were simply lamentable. It Is clear that their Latin will never help them to write French with propriety, unless they have that gift naturally, or to understand the Latlnlsms of our classic writers, which, nfter all, would be only a little gain, out of all proportion with the cost. Therefore they lose their time, slnco they wnste It by vnlnly attempting to lenrn a language which, even If ac quired, would be almost useless. Now all this time would be better employed I do not say In the study of the living or of natural sciences and geography, because that Is evident, but In games, In gymnastics, and In the handling of carpenters' tools. REJOICE AND BE CLAD. (Freedom.) , Glad of what? Oh, everything. If you sweep crossing put your soul Into your work while you sweep. Make clean your corner of the earth. Tho Joy of any kind of work Is in doing It as well as It can be done. Try It nnd see how the net of concentrating the at tention on whnt you nre doing will deliver you from feeling thnt It Is wear ing, or beneath you or anything you don't want It to be. Remember It Is not tho kind of work you nre doing that will elevate you or lower you In the evolution of the rnce. It Is the attention that you give It that Is helping organize your mental faculties and lift you Into a clearer consciousness. If you nre overburdened with sor rows trials that seem insurmouniuuio mnkc cnpltnl of them. Say to your self quite calmly nnd reasonably, "I urn glud of every one of these things thut have befallen me because they are helping me to cultivate patience nnd fortitude and I know that these two qualities are the essence of a clear, concentrated mind which Is bound to get to the bottom of things. I am will ing to plow my way tluough whatever comes. 1 will look sharp and do It." With such a resolution you will feel yourself borne above loss or responsibil ity. You will get your benrlngs and ba able to mnkc head and tall of your affairs and find yourself Inexpressibly cheered and enlightened. Search for things to be glad about. Take ten mlnuts time each dny for the purpose of getting acquainted with youiself. Take account of stock oc casionally nnd above all have no stand ing quarrel or feud with anybody or anything. Be frlndH with the universe. KATE H. RUSSELL. Send a pure thought to the lustful, a peaceful thought to the revengeful, a thought of strength and self-respect to the slave of nppetltes, and each thought will return to you sooner or later laden with ten-fold Its former burden und tho one ou sought to help will feel Its beneficent power nnd learn to Hnd hap piness In the only way through knowl edge. K. L. WOODS. We worship souls In proportion to their ability to stand alone, even though we leun upon each other In abject help lessness while doing it. "Whnt do you think of young Edi son's clnlm that he enn photograph thought?" Said Ilarkcr to Kammerer, the amateur photographer. "That's nothing extraordinary. I've done it myself. It's a combination of mind rending and photography. A few wefks ago I made up my mind to pro pose to Miss Dukkats. but with my pe culiar fiower I saved myself the morti fication of n erbal refusal by devel oping a negative." Hawks and owls destroy field mice, crows eat hosts of "cut worms," cherry birds consume tho elm tiee worm and other pHts. while giawjhoppers, locusts, jMtato buns, the eabbiM-e worm, apple worms and cherry worms all have their ipuelul featheted enemy, without whtuh they would soon dismay the farmer. ANTON SEIDL. When Seldl conducted for the flret time In Now York, "Lohengrin" was the opera. Wo all thought wo know that opera perfectly well, and yet It sounded so differently that many of us wete greatly puzzled. Not nlono were the cllmnxea built up In a now man ner, the melodies brought out In a moro plastic way, nnd n bundled lovely po etic details supplied that were former ly missing, but the opera, ns I havo already observed, sounded differently. Being asked why thin wns so, Mr. Seldl smiled nnd even winked, but refused to give any further explanation. For my own part, I think that Mr. Seldl 11111 y have had the same experience with "Lohengrin" In New York that Hans Rlchter hnd In London. When the latter rehenrsed the opera for the first lime In the English capital It sud denly leaked out that tho parts con tained no less than one hundred and eighty-six errors, and that It hnd beon given In this wny, mistakes and nil. for something like a quarter of a cen- Let that be ns It may, Anton Soldi was ncclnlmed a muslclnn of the high est type the moment he mnde himself hciud here. And his success grow apace. With every new Interpretation the number of his adherents became larger, their admiration more fervent. Wherefore Mr. Seldl dcterminiM forth with to settle down here with his wlfo who, an Augustn Ktnus, wns known nB one of the brightest ornuments of the German Opera company and to become an American citizen. In thoso days he wns afflicted with "Anierlca manln" In Its ucutest form. Everything nppenlcd to him our democratic ways, our enthuslnsm for the workH of Wng per, our mixed drinks, our Welsh rare bits, our American clubs, our American scenery. He lived for u while with hla wife In West Thirty-eighth street, but decamped quickly for reasons that had better not bo told. A French makor of farces would embrace you for tell ing him these reasons, but rather lot the PnlalB Royal do without a spicy novelty than nnrrate the story here. Resolving never to be taken In ngnln, Anton Seldl nnd his wife took up their qunrtera for a whllo In the npurtments of the Metropolitan Opera House, but It wns not until they took 11 house of their own that even their Intimate friends had the slightest notion of the couple's charming domestic attributes. For never was there a house In which you met with mien boundless hospital ity, with such truly Interesting people. Wngner's music wns not us familiar then ns It Is nowadays, and nothing gave Anton Selul greater Joy thun ta sit down to his plnno nnd unfold to his friends the benutles of Wngner'a scores. He hud little or no technique from 11 virtuoso's point of view. And yet he played the Instrument In a man ner that waa unique. His touch wai bo beautiful thut the piano seemed to elng, and he could play In a mannci that was truly orchestral. The music of Wugner wns of course his religion, but he loved Unch passion ately. If ever you took him In hit study unnwnrcs you found him ponder ing over n prelude or a sonata of tin pious old cantor. Latterly he was wrap ped up In Tschnlkowskl, too, and those three masters Bach, Wagner and Tschnlkowskl he revered more, I thlnh than any other composers. They np pealed more strongly to his tempera ment, but It must not be thought fm thnt reason thnt he was not In sympa thy with other things he undertook, for he was a firm believer In tho old enw that what Is worth doing nt all It worth doing well, nnd nothing could have been more unjust than th charges which were frequently mad that llcrr Seldl slighted all music that was not Wngnerlnn. These rumorB fre quently prejudiced people against him, especially distinguished singers and pianists. Yet when llerr Seldl unex pectedly led "Fnust" one evening, Jean de Reszke, who had never sung thli opera under him before, remnrked to me: "I was never so surprised In mj life, for I never sang with such eas and certainty before. The man seemed to nntlclpnto everything I did, and ac companied me as If we had studied till part together for yenrs." Similarly did Mr. Josoffy express him self when he first played to Seldl'i nccompanlment one of the Tschnlkow skl concertos In Phllndelphla somi years since. "Soldi can conduct any thingwhen he wants to," was the vir tuoso's verdict. SEIDL'S WIT. A young singer whose voice was gor geous, but whose tnlent, as Is frequent ly the case, was Inflnlteslmnl, often pestered him by nsklng him his advice She had Just been making bad slips nl n rehearsal and enme to him, score In hand, saying: "Now, whnt do you ad vise me to do, Herr Knpellmelster?" And gnzlng steadfastly at the youna woman for a minute or two, he retorted by snylng with the utmost deliberation "I ndvlse you" emphasizing the lattei pronoun "to marry some rich old tradesman!" And the lady did! A FAVORITE RESORT. But rehearsals or no rehearsals, and In good humor or 111 humor, you could see him every afternoon at about three wending his way to the Cafe Frelsch mnnn, situated nt the corner of Tenth street nnd Broadwny. Detesting walk Ing ns he did, he would take the Fourth avenue car, and, Indifferent to all cli matic conditions, nlways stand on tin front platform, smoking his cigar. To the majority of the drivers nnd brake men the gentlemnn In the high silk hat nnd with the long hair was known sim ply as "the Professor." Thnt's a funny little democratic way we've got. A few who got curiously Interested madi It their business to discover his tdentltj nnd, upon bonrdlng the car, courteous ly saluted him ns "Mr. Sendle!" The most lovable side of the man'i nature, however, was revealed when he was quite free from care. Before he went to London for the spring sea son Inst year ho went to his summei home In the Catsklll mountains. There In a place called Flelschmann's, though better known by Its former name, which was Grlllln's Corners, Her Seldl wns as full of life nnd proks as a schoolboy. Had the place been a bit of his own Hungarian fatherland he could not have been fonder of It. And when any of his friends came up from the city to visit him he was In a ver itable transport of Joy. Nothing was too good for such n one, nnd Frau Seldl, who wns one of the most loyal, de voted wives man ever had, vied with her husband to make the guest feel at home. Heavens, how those people did feastl Even Mr. Pepys. of diary fame, would have been sntisfled. A dozen people could have turned up for dinner unex pectedly nnd yet the supper of Leber-knoedel-Suppe. of troul of Buckhaendl and of Apfelstrudel would never have given out. The wines, too. being of the choicest vlntnge. the house naturally rang with mirth and laughter on such occasions. A man that was as fond as Anton Seldl of the dumb brute wns a good, lovable man, depend upon It, The music he made often transported the listener to heaven. His goodness to his doss must have made them think t v. a. paradise. r J-J-?y- r s-