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rHE WANJEHER.
LanR syne on the bill, where) the blaelierrles grew,
And the laverot k sanr weetly f.w tip In the blue,
. Ilkit day glided by like a lang, happy dream
Till I heard tny foiul mlther cry: "I.atldle, come bame!
Ijiddle, come hamel 'Laddie, ctitne bnnie!
You're lang awa wanderlnfr Laddie, come hame!"
In n far awn land through the din o' the years,
In the eninnhlne o hope an' the nhadnw o' fears,
I're heard a aweet echo still calllnit my name.
And ifa: "Oh, but you're lang awa Laddie, come hamel
Laddie, come hamel Laddie, come hame!
You're lang awa wandering Laddie, come hame!"
Though life's fondrat fancies are Idle and vain,
And my feet may ne'er trend the red heather again,
In the land o' the leal, when I cntch the first gleam.
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Miss Jane's Romance ij
W loaltl" ,1 n H.I,,
In,, vrtl.,.. nt f ..(11. ... .-(.,
."n ' on t lib inr j'v.rn it ni-
dOW. Alexander Watson, the
postmaster, peered over his stcel
rimmed spectacles at the little, with
ered old lady outside the grating, and
replied as usual, "No, not to-day."
With a sigh Miss Jane Pease WRlk
ed quietly out Into the dusty country
road. Every day for years she had
come to ask the same question, and
every day she had received the self
same answer. To the neighbors' knowl
edge, no one had written to her since
she was a young girl. They would
have known it If anyone had, for Polk
ville la no exception to other country
towns when It corned to knowing ev
eryone else's business.
Miss Jane wits what people called
"alone in the world." She never had
any brothers or sisters; her father
and mother were both dead, and she
had no near relatives living. At her
father's death, all that remained of
bis once comfortable Income was a few
thousand dollars in the bank, and by
rigid economy she had made this suf
fice to support herself and the old
white horse of the family. In a snug
little cottage house overhung y state
ly elms, with a small veranda facing
the south where honeysuckle shed Its
sweet perfume In summer and the snow
drifted in winter, she lived a life of
Isolation. None of the neighbors ever
called. Miss Jane was too "stuck up"
they said too cold and reserved. This
was because khc did not choose to join
In the village (,'H.sIp with the others,
for no spinster on earth tiossosscd a
warmer, more anectlonate nature than
hers.
On this particular morning the bit
ter loneliness of her life seemed to
Btrike her more forcibly than ever be
fore. Perhaps, It was becausu every
thing looked so bright and happy the
birds, the trees, the flowers by the
rondslde just bursting Into bloom. A
squirrel ran across her path as she
wended her way up the bill, ierched
on a rail fence by the wayside and
chattered knowingly for a minute; then,
whisked away into the woods beyond.
She was startled from her reverie by
Miss Priscilla Hunter's voice.
"Any mail?" she called from the
shadow of her vine-clad veranda.
Miss Jane felt the sarcasm In Hip
tone, and it cut her deeply. Tears of
anger and reproach sprang to her faded
gray eyes, but sue choked back her
wrath. She was too proud to show her
Irritation. She tried to answer cheer
fully, "No, not this morning ;" then she
added quickly, "I5ut I'm expecting a
leter to-morrow."
"Hope you won't be disappointed,"
came again from the veranda.
"I don't expect to be be," was the
firm reply, as Miss Jane passed on.
The Idea which had been growing
In her mind all the way up the bill bad
taken form at last. My, but wouldn't
the neighbors be curious? She quick
ened her pace. It seemed as if she
could not walk fast enough to reach
home to put her plan Into execution.
A red sjiot burned In either check. She
turned the key hurriedly In the latch
and went Into the house. Iu another
moment she was at her desk In the
back parlor, her bonnet and shawl dis
carded, pen In hand, writing, writing
as If her life depended uion It.
When jsbe finished, It was nearly 12
o'clock. The fruits of her labor, four
large white envelopes with bulging con
tents, Healed, stamied and addressed
in a crampled baud (to make her writ
ing look unfamiliar) to Mixs Jane
Pease, Polkvllle, lay before her. The
most troublesome part of her labor
the posting was yet to be accomplish
ed. The postmaster's Inquisitive eyes
would follow her every movement, and
she scorned the Idea of being twitted
of writing to herself. Polkvllle must
not know. These precious letters must
be posted elsewhere. As quick as a
flash Overton came Into her mind.
There were mail boxes in that town.
he could drop her letters Into a box
and no one would be the wiser. The
only drawback was that Overton was
almost twelve miles away.
I know what I'll do," she said sud
denly to herself. "I won't stop to get
dinner, I'll take a little lunch and drive
over there. If I sturt now, I'll get
back at dusk."
She packed a light lunch, and then
ran out to the stable to harness old
Dolly to the wagon. It was on the
stroke of 12 when she started out of
the barn, the four letters tucked safely
way In the black shopping bag at her
lie, her frail little body trembling all
over with the novelty and excitement
of the unusual undertaking.
As she passed the Oak farm adjoin
ing hers, Mrs. Oak and Miss Priscilla
TJunter stood in the front dooryard.
Mrs. Oak espied Dolly and ber driver
from afar off, and a mischievous breeze
wafted their converse. tlcn to Miss
Jane's ears.
"For the land sake. Priscilla II tin t
9t 1" Bra. Oak was saying, "her
coBsM Jane Pe and old Dolly. Where
do you 'sposo she's goln' at this luiur
Just dinner time, too?"
Priscilla Hunter looked In the direc
tion indicated by her astonished neigh
bor, and Miss Jane heard her say, "I
duiiuo. but "pears to me there's some
thlu strange a-goln' to happen to Jane
1 ease. I saw her cumin' home from
the postolllce this inornln' you know
she always goes Just such a time and
I says for 1 like to Joke her says I,
'Any niallV Wo, says she and then
very determined like 'but I'm expeet
in' a letter to-morrow.'"
Mrs. Oak threw up her parboiled
hands, with an exclamation of surprise.
"Land! to my knowledge she hain't
had a letter for over forty year."
With these words ringing In her
ears, the object of their conversation
passed around a curve in the road and
was loet to view. Her face blazed with
wrath. She would get even with them,
the old gossiping heathen.
By the time she had reached the
spot to eat her lunch the gentle breeze
had soothed her until she was quite
herself again. In a shady nook Just
off the main road, far enough to escape
curious passers-by. yet near enough to
be able to gain the road again at any
time, she hitched old Dolly and let her
crop the green grass nnd clover, while
sb(5 made hcr.self comfortable ou a
smooth rock at the base of a large
wiilow tree whose overhanging branch
es half concealed her. In long deli
ctus draughts, she drank in the sweet
s-nells and sounds, and watched the
ycllow-hodlcd bumble-bees sip the honey
from the wild Bowers, until she caught
sight of the letters In the little black
bag. Mindful of her duty, she arose
reluctantly, fastened old Dolly'n bridle,
and they were won clattering ou their
way once more.
As they ne.ired the outskirts of Over
ton, she began to grow less anxious.
She knew that mail boxes were station
ed nt intervals along the main street,
and she would have to reach only the
nrst inn if Dox, to accomplish her er
rand. She had hardly entered upon the
main thoroughfare when she espied the
coveted object. She brought old Dolly
to a standstill on the opitoslte side of
the street, and satchel In hand ner
vously approached the box. It was
placed rather high, and she had to
stand on her tip-toe to reach it. Breath
lessly, she pulled down the latch. Her
heart was thumping wildly. She
dropped in one letter nnd hesitated.
Should she tiost them all that day? No
there would be a deluge of letters in
the morning. She would save the rest
for some future time. With the air of
one who had accomplished a mighty
purpose, she picked her way across the
dusty street to the wagon, shook the
reins over old Dolly's back, and turned
her towards Polkvllle.
It was growing dark when she reach
ed home. She did the chores and went
to bed, but slept only at Intervals dur
ing the night a restless, troubled sleep.
There were letters, letters, everywhere !
Oh, such a big pile of them! All dif
ferent colored envelopes pink, white,
blue and yellow and by some happy
coincidence they were all addressed
to her.
The next morning she arose little re
freshed. She could hardly settle her
scirover her household duties, she was
so anxious to know whether her letter
had arrived. She did not make her
accustomed visit to the postoflice In the
rorenoon, Tor she reflected that the
letter she so longed to receive could
not iwgslbly reach Polkvllle before the
noon's, mail. It would be humiliating
to And nothing there.
After the arrival of the afternoon
mall, she set forth. There were several
gathered nbout the delivery window
when she arrived. She walked up with
an air of confidence, but her voice treni
bled a little as she asked the familiar
question, "Any mail?"
The postmaster peered at lier as us
ual, and was about to reply, "No,: not
to-day," when he suddenly bethought
himself. "Yes, I do believe a letter
came this afternoon. Don't know who
It's, from."
Miss Jane did not volunteer to en
lighten him. Her trembling fingers
closed about the precious letter. She
tried to apjiear unconcerned, but a tell
tale flush overspread her face. The
few standing about the office noticed it,
and craned their necks to get a look
ot the handwriting, while Mrs. Oak
and Miss Priscilla who had Just come
In showed especial interest
Miss Jane did not notice them. She
sllpjied the letter Into her black bag
and quickly walked away. But, knew
three more letters were in store for her,
and she would receive as many more
as she could write and mall at Overton.
Polkvllle tongue began to wag. The
unusual had happened. Miss Jane had
received a letter. All sorts of stories
were afloat as to whence the letters
came, but she wisely kept her own
counsel. Meanwhile, letters continued
to arrive dally, and the neighbors' curi
osity continued to wax stronger.
1 tried to hint round 'boot ber Ur-
In m much mall, said disappointed
Mrs. Oak. who bad Ineffectually tried
to "pump'' Miss June on several occa
sions, "but she but up as tight as a
steel trip, and I couldn't get a word
out of ber,"
Hut there came a day when It was
too rainy for Miss Jane to ride to Over
ton and post her letter. The fact trou
bled her a great deal, for she had not
missed a day since she began the prac
tice. On ,thls particular day she was
feeling rather blue, partly because In
rummaging In the attic she IiikI come
across the old faded daguerreotype of
the man who loved her many years
ago. He was a sea captain who had
never returned from his last voyage,
"Iiost at sea," was the only explana
tion she could give for his strange dis
appearance. She had never believed It,
although everyone had tried to convince
her that that was the only reasonable
solution.
Iu the afternoon the weather cleared,
and with It Miss Jane's spirits rose,
so much so In fact that she decided to
go down to the ostoflleo as usual. Lit
tle knots of people were gathered here
anil there about the olllce. A suppressed
excitement hovered alsmt them. In
eager tones they were discussing some
thing of unusual Importance. Among
the foremost were Miss Priscilla nnd
Mrs. Oak. What was the meaning of
all this?
At her approach the huz.Ing of
tongues ceased, and many turned to
look at ber curiously. I'ninindful that
she was the object of their conversa
tion, she walked reluctantly to the win
dow. The neighbors looked at her won-
deringly, nnd marveled that she could
lie so cool. Miss Jane knew that there
would be no letter for her that day,
and she felt n bit nervous about ask
ing for one. It was some time since
she had asked for n letter and received
none.
Before she could speak, Alexander
Watson appeared at the window with
a letter In his hand. Those near by
pressed close about her. She thought
It was for one of them and tried to
step aside.
"No, It's a letter for you. Miss Jane,"
she heard the familiar voice say. "Don't
know who It's from, but It's got a fur
ren postmark on it, and likely as not
It's from some furren count."
The postmaster chuckled at his
bright remark, and glanced mischiev
ously at Miss Priscilla, who tittered
audibly.
In a dazed way Miss .Vine took the
letter he passed to her under the grat
ing. The address on the envelope was
"where no you 'srasu she's goin'?"
surely hers. There was no mistake as
to that. "Thank you," she said briefly,
but firmly, trying to suppress the angry
emotions which surged up In her breast.
Now, she understood the meaning of
the curious, excited throng. They knew
of the letter and had come to note her
behavior when she received It. Her
cheeks flamed with indignation, but she
was glad she had not made a scene.
She had been as curious as any of them
to know the contents of this mysterious
euvelone, but she flattered herself that
she had not betrayed her desire.
With head held proudly erect she
sauntered forth, but she was all of a
flutter until she reached the old house.
Not until she had locked herself Into
her own room did she proceed to exam
ine her treasure. She turned It over
nnd over again. She did not dare open
It. It Iras surely a foreign postmark,
and the address was written In the big,
Iwld, handwriting of a man. What
man was there who would write to
Ler, eseclally from a foreign laud? She
laughed outright at the absurdity of
the thought. "Jane Tease, what a fool
you nre!" she exclaimed severely. An
tremblingly she broke the seal.
"Dear Janle," It began. The name
looked so familiar that it startled her.
Nv e had used It for years. There
w only one person In the world who
hnjk ever called her that Henry Ml
cil, her lover, the man whoso faded
dM-ierreotype she fondly cherished.
rfce turned kulckly to the last sheet.
BH name! Was this u message from
tike dead? She stared at the writing
long and hard. "Janle!" Yes, It was
her Henry! None other would have
used that name! Joy for a moment
overcame her; then, an Indignant flush
of crimson" dyed her cheeks. She
thought of her wasted life, of tlie hap
piness and Joy she had lost and all
through him. Why had he let her wait
all these years, desolate, alone, when
she might have shared the Joys and sor
rows of wifehood and motherhood with
lier other friends? He bud not truly
loved her.
She had a mind to bum the letter
without reading It, but curiosity over
came the desire. As she read, the hand
writing grew to look more familiar. She
was sure It was the long lost Michael's.
He had been In Southern France all
this time making bis fortune. How
many times he had written and re
ceived no answer! He had begun to
believe ber dead, when, by chance, he
ran upon a sea-faring friend from
America who gave him encouragt-ment
She was still In the same old place, and
what if his former letters had never
reached her I The thought gave hln
courage to try bis luck once more, and
he prayed that the fate of this letter
would not be the same as that of Its
predecessors. He was so Impatient he
could not wait In France for bis an
swer. He was coming to America
eomimj to fiad her. Was she free and
mmmM
would h marry him? He would sail
from Llvcriool on the 2fMh. He would
arrive In New lork the first of the
week, and he would come direct to her.
He rave nn address In New York to
which she was to write, and he said
her answer would decide hU fate.
The letter was so sincere, so sympa
thetic, so true, so like the dear Henry
of o!d, the Indignation she had felt at
first speedily changed to mingled Joy
and happiness. In nervous haste she
grabbed a sheet of paper and penned
tbe lines. "Polkvllle, The Old Home
stead. Iear Henry: I am as ever,
Janle," Then, she stamped and sealed
the err loe and dlrectiti It to tbe New
Yor Ulress. The next morning early
who. nly the birds were awake, she
drove to Overton. This time It was
to post a letter to the man she loved
Her precious letter mailed, she must
wait patiently for an answer; that was
the tedious part of It. After a week to
which there scorned to lie no end, the
day came when hewould arrive iu New
York. She felt that she should bear
from him as soon as n letter could
reach her. Days went by, and no let
ter came. She could not understand
the delay. Had there been some mis
take? Her careworn face wore a dis
appointed look. Must she give up this
one last hope to which she clung so
fondly, but which was growing fainter
and fainter ns I lie days went by? It
was not right that others should have
Oil the happiness.
She felt very blue and dejected as
she wended ber way homeward from
auother fruitless visit to the sistollice
Save for the robins chirping their ves
pers nnd an occasional whip-poor-will,
nothing broke the siieuce of the dusky
road. All at once out of the stillness
of the evening, came the sound ot foot
falls not far behind her. With sud
den Intuition she became aware that a
man was following her. Instinctively,
she quickened her pace. Tbe man le
hlnd her quickened bis pace also. She
walked more slowly, and he retarded
bis steps. She felt a little nervous, for
there was a long stretch of woods to
pass. Murders were often committed
on lonesome roads. But tliere was no
time to wavt'r. She could not turn
back Into the face of the mail behind
her, and there was nothing left for her
to do but to press forward unflinching
ly, although her knees shook and her
teeth chat tered.
She passed the stretch of woods In
safety, but when she reached ber own
gate, the man was still following her.
As she lifted the latch, be called to her
ever so softly, "Janle." She turned
quickly. The man stood with out
stretched arms. Again he whispered
the old name, the love light shining
In his eyes. It was her Henry! And
she had tried to run away from him !
She gave a glad cry and sprang Into
bis waiting arms just as Mrs. Oak
drove by In her wagon. But Mlsa Jane
was too happy to notice her.
The next day the village was all
agog with the news of Miss Jane's ap-proa-hlng
marriage.
"Limdl I don't think Jane made out
much by waiting," said Miss Priscilla
Jealously. "I remember Henry Michael.
He never amounted to much. Folks
say lie was her obi lover. Yes, he did
used to go with Jane some when they
was young, and sho was awfuly gone
on blm. It looks like she hadn't got
over It yet. Well, I hope he'll be good
to her. What sticks me Is where'd all
them letters come from? If he was a
real, genuine lover why dtdu't he write
years ago? l'ut there, Miss ik, you
know they was awfully queer am)
close-mouthed nliout what they did,
both of 'em." Waverly Magazine.
The Hlvlera yearly exintrts Mowers
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It Is estimated that $400,000HX) of
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route from England to India.
(Jerinany has twenty-one universi
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Kussla eight and Great Britain eleven.
oils tests had been mado it was found
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No Room to SpsM,
Many people who have lived In the
quarters known according to location
and the taste of their Inhabitants as
"flats," '-suites" or "apartments," will
doubtless enter into Mrs. Graham's
feelings.
After many days of troubled hunt
ing, she and Mr. (iraham at last found
a small suite which was somewhere
neur their modest Ideal.
"This ball paper Is dreadful," said
Mrs. (Jrabum, plaintively, "but ho
said the landlord wouldn't change It,
for It Is In good condition."
"Never mind, we'll get onother pa
per, a pretty, cheap one, and put It
right over this," said Mr. Graham,
cheerfully.
"Oh. James," and his wife's look was
full of reproach, "you know we can
hardly get our furniture through this
entry now, It's so uarrow !"
Hrflrrt lone of a Daehelor.
There's a lot of fun being In polities
If you aren't running for olllce.
Next to fooling our parents, the eas
iest thing Is to fool ourselves about
our virtues.
-A man could make a heap of money
betting twice as much on losing what
be invests.
A girl has an Idea she could reform
s man If she wore married to blm, and
a woman that she might If she weren't
New York Press.
No Modern Jooraalleia Tkare.
The world recalls that after Ma
homet died Omar ught to persuade
the followers of the prophet that he
yet lived, and fur seventy years the
Persians refused to beUeve him dead.
However, that was before modern Jour,
nallsiu was established and Insisted oa
the prophet's exhibiting. Boston Bats
aid. w ,
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Many women softer in silence and
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ing well that they ought to hare
Immediate assistance.
How many women do vow know
who are perfectly well and stroDff?
Thecause may be easily traced to
some feminine derangement which
manifests itself . in depression of
' spirits, reluctance to go anywhere
or do anything, backache, dragging
sensations, flatulency, nervousness,
and sleeplessness.
These symptoms!- but warning
that there is danger ahead, and un
less heeded, a life of suffering or a
serious operation is the inevitable
result The best remedy for all
form of female weakness nre Invited to
Gi
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Paxtine makes an economical medi
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