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(01 f What has become of you : ? "
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a. ( ' . . Once glorious In hoop and curl , .
\ ' " fi. . . . With modest maiden grace
' / . I ' You led our fathers such a dance
'j ' _ . t They scarce could keep the lll1ee. ,
. , ' " , I wonder If you came again ,
" " With parted dusky hair \ . (
, , Ii And no three-storied pompadour , , "
Ys , If they'd still think you fair ?
If ping-pong youth . and those that steer
The weary auto-car.
Golf fiends and gridiron champions ,
Would let you stand afar ?
01' of the Vassar tatlor-mades.
t The Dryn Mawr stunnln , : ; whips ,
TheChicago's
Or Chicago's Jockey sweaters would
Your old-time race eclipse ?
No though you never made a tee
Nor held a handle-bm' ,
And though your tender feelings would
have ned a football star.
Belinda and Rebecca ,
1 Meheta and Sue
{ ) Hannah and .8.manaa.
r I They still would worshIp you !
-Alice R. Corblt1 In Life
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I. THE TRUTHFULNESS OF G. W.
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His first name was George , and
s as he was the color of strong coffee ,
s of course his last name was 'Vashing-
ton , He had eyes as white as clabber -
her , teeth to match. He was running
away , as anyone else might whose
birthday had gone wrong.
You see it was his first birthday-at
least the first he had ever lmown. He
k had discovered the date of it ill uncle
. Sol's almanac-Feb. 22 , George Wash-
. Ington's birthday
, f Yi He had heard that those lucky I
enough to have birthdays got presents
thereon , and that there was to be a
holiday and a parade of the firemen
' in the nearby towns in honor of this I
occasion. He was naturally rather
proud and anticipatory in conse-
quence
And then the day had come , and
, there were no birthday : gifts from the
i , white folks as he had hoped , he was
not allowed to go to town to see his
own procession , and instead of a
holiday he had been rated for laziness
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and put on the woodpile
Was it any wonder , under these accumulated -
cumulated grievances , that he ran
away , and now stood , a rather shiver-
lug figure , in the muddy , half-frozen
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l. I. slve grin for the buggy of Mr Lex
Carlin going town ward ?
Not only had it been common tlll
in the kitchen that young Marster Lex
d Carlin was courting Miss Claribel , hut
George , as he stood behind old Miss
Mary's chair , had observed and drawn
conclusions for himself ,
1\11' Carlin had not been near the
Fairview plantation , however , since
the first of the year , and iL vas said
that he and Miss Claribel had quar-
i reled , but still there was a chance of a
lift to town , and George was not the
a one to lose chances .
"l\Jlr.s Mary done sent me to town
for to fetch her some medicine for
aunt Sallie's rheumaUz , " he explained
I glibly , "and I reckoned you mought
lemme ride wid you : , suh. "
Carlin was a goo natured fellow ,
end besides wanted new of his be '
n e , so ho made room for the boy
t beside l1im In return he got the
news.
George knew what Carlin wanted ,
and glided with the celerity of practice -
tice from the general into the particular -
' lar , and that particular which would
most Interest his host.
"Miss Clar'bel been feelln' mighty
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po'ly since you quit comin' to do
house , 1\1arso Lex. She's kinder eak-
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in' and pinin' liken she lost 5umpln'-
and che don't cat natbin' slmselv ,
.1 L Dat's do reason she and old 1\1is
, ' , \ Celia is projecldn' to go to the city ,
bliss Clar'bel don't wanter ro , but ole
Miss bound she shalI. "
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"How does I know ? " ho continued.
"Lordy , thar ain't much gwlne on I
don't see. No suh ! Ole Miss think :
Miss Clar'bel done forglt you offen
her mind if she go away fum here ,
and den marry dat Mr. Carter fum
BaIt'more , but she ain't forgittin'-an'
she ain't gwine to forglt , neither. Dat
day you an' she quarled , an' you : rode
off down de lane a c\1ssln' and 1ef' her
stand In' in the drawln'-room. I was
out on der back po'ch an' I seed her
cry : in'- "
"She didn't cry much that I saw , "
Carlin burst out , "Don't .11e to me , you
black rascal ! "
"Deed I ain't lyin' Marse Lex. I
done seed her "
They rode along in silence for some
time while Carlin digested this . Information -
mation he had heard So far the expected -
pected } > quarter had not appeared , and
George started on a new effort for it
"One day Miss Clar'hel glv me a
note fer you , " ho said casually
"A note ! " Carlin cried1h ) '
didn't you bring it to mo ? "
"l\Iiss Mary , she come out an' ax
me whar was I gwine an I tole her all'
she done take de note awaj' She
tell me if Miss Clar'bel give mo any
more notes I was to bring 'em to her.
She says she ain't gwine to have you
as a sonin-law nohow. She took a
note off me this yore very mornln' . "
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Waited with a persuasive grin.
Carlin swore. Th' n he put his
hand in his pocket and drew out a
big shining half-dollar.
"George , " lie said , "If Miss Clan-
gel gives you any more notes for
me , you bring 'em to me , and you'll
gst a half dollar for each one. "
George assented willingly and wes
happy. Behold , his work had at last
borne fruit. There was haltn in Gn-
ead and good in birthdays after all.
It was a great day for George
Washington Ills wealth commanded
the admiration of others , both white
and black , or his own age , and he I
bought the harmonica his musical I
soul longed for. The tall of the day
found him ! penniless but happy , save
for the fourmile homeward tramp.
As for the greeting he would get
on arrival that was too far In the
future to bother him. How to get
home was the problem.
Carlin had not gone back , and
George found him in Doc Stayton's
drug store. I
"I've been looltin' for you , Marso
Lox , " he said , "Cor to tell you sump' I
in' what Miss Clar'hel done tole me '
to tell you Hit done get clean outer '
my 'membrance this yere mornln' .
She say to me dat If I was to see
you I was to tell you : she was wnHn'
to male up vii you , but she warn't
gwine to wait no long time. "
"She told you that ? " cried Carlin ,
susplcloush'
"No , suh , she ain't jes' tole me , but
dat note , Miss Mary done get dls
mornln' , hit say hit "
"How do you know ? "
" 'Cause I done read hit , " explained
George Washington franlly. "Hit
say dat slick was waltln' for you an'
that lessen you come this yero very
night to see her , she's gwlne to marry
that other genterman-dat Mr. Tom
Carter , dat Miss Mary want her to "
"Why in thunder didn't you tell me
this . . before - , you little - - imp - . ? " . growled
Carlln as he started for , his buggy .
Tired with his day , George Washington ,
Ington alternately slumbered and
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"But I dun seed you kissin' Marc
Lex's pictur , yesterday. "
jogged awake as the buggy whirled
along over the rough Virginia road to
Fairview hall
'Vhen at last they drew up in the
circle before the door , and he had
hitched the horse to the old locust at
the corner of the veranda , George
Washington lost no time in climbing
to his bed over the hack ! kitchen.
It was not destined to long. Ho
was brought out of sleep and his
quilts with a jerk and a hand grasp.
ing his collar The hand was that of
Mr Carlin , and it marched George
Washington down the kitchen . stairs ,
through the dining room Into the par'
lor , where Miss Claribel was sItting
with an indignant flush on her face
and her eyes snapping ,
"Did you tell 1\11' Carlin that 1
mote him notes ? " saId Miss Claribel.
It was on George 'Vashlngton's lips
to deny the charge , but he say Carlin
handling a small riding whip sug-
[ estively
"Yas'm , " said he huslclly.
"And that I wanted him to come
here to-nlght-and . make up ? "
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"Yas'm.
"What made you tell those lies ? "
' . . . .he greater \Vashlngton's name
sake felt of a crack in the floor with
one bare brown toe
"I dunne , Miss Olar'hel. I just
reckoned l\larse Lm : would like to
yere it "
"But I never said anything or the
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kind
: "No'm , " George looked up boldly ,
"rou ain't never said hit , but I Bono
seed you Iclsslt1' of Marso Lex's picture -
turo yesterday-an' if you didn't want
him to maIm up what for was , you
doln' lilt ? "
Miss Claribel colored. It was one
thing to ask questions and quito nn-
other to answer them. George saw
his advantage
"Co'ao I lied some , hut I ain't lied
so mighty much , Miss Clar'bel Miss
Mary did say one day lilt slip wlsht
you'd marry dat Carter gontormnn ,
an' dat she was ioln' t.o son' ) 'Ql. !
away. And It you had give mo a note
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for Marso 'Lox , r specks Miss Marl I
would took It away Cum ino. An' I
lcnowcd Marso Lox wes wan tin' to
nlnco ] Ul ) wid you , an' you was wan tin'
him to If ho'd come yore find say 50.
No'm , I ain't tell so mighty many
lies. " ,
Carlln stepped up to the girl's side.
"Claribel , dear , " ho said , "Is the boy
right ? Do you care yet ? "
"I reckon I do-onl : > ' -only I never
would have told you , " said 1\IIss Clara ,
lbeluflly. ! \ .
It was the sound of a chuckle that
brought Cnt'Un up with a start , and a
moment after George Washington
found himself set firmly out In the
hall , the door closed behind him , and
a silver dollar in his hand
"I wisht ! them yore hurthdays was
every day , " mid George Washington
as he climbed the stairs tu his bed "
room. Boston Globe
WILL HAVE TO EXPLAIN
Congressman ! Wachter Anticipates
Trouble With Constituents
Representative Wachter of Balti-
more ran around In circles In the
house of representatives to-day. Last
Saturday Miss Alice Roosevelt , Count
Casslnl , the Countess Casslnl , and
Secretary Loeb and 1\1rs. Loch rode
over to Baltimore In an autpmoblie.
The Baltimore papers } printed the story . ,
and said that Representative 'Vachter
entertained them nt luncheon
When 'Wachter got to the house this
morning several members met him
with the cheering cry : "So you are a
Russian sympathizer , are yon ? "
Wachter went up In the air
"It's false , " he said. "I am not a
Russian sympathizer. I didn't enter-
Lain Cassin I at luncheon. I don't
know ] him. I never saw him 1-1-
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'Vords failed at this point and
'Vachter simply sputtered. Later In
the day it developed that .nearly all
the people I > in Baltimore who emigrated
from Russia and Poland live In Wach-
ter's district and have yotes.-\Vash ,
Ington correspondence St. Louis Post-
1)Ispatch.
Wealth.
flossed IR the rnnn who sees the royal
splendor
Hid In the landscape , though the thick
fogs roil
WhoRe heart bv Love Is kept so warm
and ! tender
That fogs 01' tempests never reach his .
soul ,
The flowery hllls and dacs are robbed of
beauty ,
Earth Is a desert with no fertile spot
To him whose life has only toll and dl1t ' ,
1'0 whose lure hearthstone sweet lays
cometh not
Ills home may be Ii I1l1lnce : yet he loses
1'he sweetest treasure that life can Im-
part ,
Success or failure comes as each ono
chooses ,
'hot1H'r his wealth shall be of purse
or heart
Love and contentment , goodness , hopes
ethereal ,
To the pORRossor give the greatest
wealth : '
For gold ! becomes a curse , and all mate-
rIal
That robs UR of our birthright , heaven
and healtn.
Blessed Is the man whose happy soul hath
risen
From the dent ! Plano of sense through
faith and trust : .
Blessed Is the man whom Love hath led
from prison
'here life Is-henrt to heart , not dust t
to dust
-ElI n Lamb Martyn .
Birthplace of Thomas Hardy.
The mother of Thomas Hardy , the
novelist , died at the age of 91 ! ! in the
little thatched cottage which she had
occupied all her life on the heath at
Boclchampton , near Dorchester , in
which 'fhomas hardy was horn
Thence he used d to trudge dally to the
national school at Dorchester and later -
or to his work at an architect's office
\In \ the same town.