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AMEEICA1EADS IN AERIAL NAVIGATION.
By Alexander Graham Dell.
Ten years ago I was given a per
, fort realization of the feasibility of
the flying machine. At that time Pro
fessor Lnngley hid constructed his
first aeroplane and I was allowed to
see It In operation. lie had a steam
engine In It and It flew about from
one place to another, and I managed
to get a photograph of It. On two
different occasions he was successful
with It. That demonstrated that he
a. u. bell, was on the right track, iinving a
team propelled airship.
The fact that the Wright brothers have been able to
fly with a machine that weighs l,l25 pounds proves
conclusively that the first stage has been passed. Their
engine alone weighs more than 200 pounds and their car
embodies a great many principles which are In the line
of progress. The flexibility of the rudders In front
and rear Is something that seema to auger well for the
future success. While I have not personally seen It, yet
I can readily see how such rudders may be worked ad
vantageously In controlling the machine.
The outlook for aerial navigation Is growing brighter
every day. Just what It will eventually amount to Is
problematical now. However, tbe hardest part of the
difficulty has been overcome, that of really flying, and
proving to the world that It is a reality. The next stage
Is tbe studying out of the problem of weight that can be
carried. If the Wright brothers are able to navigate the
air, with their structure bearing nearly a ton, It seems
that a greater weight can be carried.
OUR NATIONAL FORESTS.
By
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National forests (formerly called forest re
serves) are created with the main object of
using all their resources In the wisest way.
Everything is for use the timber, the range,
the water, the land. Only those lands chiefly
valuable for the production
protection of the water flow
national forests.
It happens that little patches of agricultural
land, smnll mountain meadows, necessarily fall within
tliclr boundaries. These are being platted and will rap
idly dhhh Into private ownership.
The mining prospector Is permitted
locate his claims In the roserves without the slightest
restriction, and In mining localities the timber Is pro
tected, kept in the country, and kept from burning up,
for the particular lKneflt of the miner.
All timber and wood In the national forests la for use,
and for prompt use. It Is sold to
to the ble man. Everybody who needs
lish his home gets it free of charge,
asks for it In the case of the national forests recently
created, the settler will not have to
WAIT A WEE, AN' DINNA WEARY.
(Wait a wee; an' dinna weary,
Tho' your heart be sad an' sair
An yonr youthful dreams hae lanish'd,
I Leavin' not-lit but grief an' can;
ftbo' tbe clouds be dark an' lowVin',
Faded flow'rs lie 'neath the www,
aSimmer suns wi' brieht hopes burnin',
Suae the mists will clear awa'.
Wait a wee, an dinna weary,
Tho' the winter's lnng an eary.
Simmer days will come to cheuf ye,
(Jin ye'll only wait a wee, '
Wait a wee, wait a wee,
Wait a wee
. i-x:v Wait, wait, a wee.
flFait a wee, an' dinna weary,
There are ithers sad an' wae,
Puff'rin' puir wi heavy burdens,
Strugglin' 'gainst adversity;
ST or a while forget your Borrows,
Sune a' cauk'rin' care will flee,
Gin ye'd soothe the broken-hearUal
Wipe the tear frae poortith'a e'e.
R. McLean Calder.
yy The Last Faili irj
Envmett was born In 1808, yet one
-4k would have put him down aa a man
' bordering on 50 ; even his fellor clerks
always referred to him aa "Old Em
gnett." He was one of life's derelicts
worn by hopes deferred, illusions
nattered and early ambitions nipped.
It was natural enough that three
days after his wife fell ill the head of
the Ann should summarily dismiss him
iwlth a month's snlnry, and a hint that
bU work was getting slovenly.
How he got out of the office he never
julte knew. He remembered nothing
until he found himself on the front
teteps, numbed with sickening apprehen
sions for the future.
From his long connection with tho
firm he knew, and was known, af many
offices. He weut the round of these and
f many other strango ones. At every
one he received the same answer, some
Itlmes bluntly, sometimes with a show
of consideration "Times were bad
cutting expenses not enough work for
their own staff, let alone extra hands."
With a shiver, he turned to face tho
-five-mile trudge home. Home! lie
eblTcred again as he thought of It
the stuffy house In the little street; the
slatternly girl who slept out ; the peevish
woman who lay 111 upstairs, crying !
cause they could not do as their neigh
bors did constantly nagging, constant
y blaming.
He Htlll loved her with a dog-like
fidelity; yet he shrank from tho shrill
voice and the eonstaut upbraldlnj. Sho
accused him of want of proper pride, of
JielpU'ssness. Why didn't ho gt his
uncle to do something for them he had
tuoney. When bo remonstrated that he
bad only seeu his uncle twice In hla life
-and that years ago she relaped into
sullen tear.
He was faint with hunger, but there
wa something to do first, before tjivh-
Ing the uuapetlzing meal laid 'or him.
He went to a drawer In the writing ta
ble and drew out a long envelope in
I which was a life Insurance policy for
fl'Ul. He had taken It out at the timo
if bis marriage and had contrived to
keep the premiums paid up.
Having re. it It ug:ilu. ;.e gave a algb
of relief; he had teen right all along,
but he wished to m ike certain, lie re
placed the euvelopo, uud counted out
under administration. He may take what timber be
needs for domestic use without asking.
In the sale of timber there is no chance for monopoly,
for the Secretary of
little as be pleases, to
ever price he deems
people. The government gets a fair return for Its own
timber, whereas before It practically gave It away, and
gave it away in such
In vast tracts by corporate Interests. And after It was
cut off the laud was burned over ad became a non-productive
waste.
The range Is used for tho grazing of live stock. On
those national forests created after March 1, 11H)7, there
will be no Interference with tho grassing Industry. It
will go ott just as If the national forests had not been
established, during the entire grazing season of 1907,
without fee and without any Interference.
The land within national forests Is freely open to use
as sites for hotels, stores, mills, residences and all other
legitimate purposes. The greatest possible use of tho
land la desired. Tho more people, settlement and Indus
try the better Is the protection which results. All kinds
of Improvements are not only permitted, but ore decided
ly welcomed.
ARE YOU TIRED
Glfford Plnchot.
There are very fw f us wno never get tired of being
ourselves. Very few of us really admire ourselves, and
not always do we find our thoughts good, comforting
angels.
Indeed, the world is trying to get away from Itself.
That's Just what we are trying to do when we go to the
theaters, parties, read novels the day long. O, the Joy
of a live novel, a story of love and adventure; of a
hero handsome, strong, manly; of a heroine pretty,
chaste, demure. Iost In the story we Imagine that we
are the hero or heroine, and forget all about the person
called "me," who perhaps may be everything that tho
hero Isn't.
The thing to do, then, is to endeavor to live a hero,
Isn't It? Find out your lackings and fill In. Be very
careful what you do, be as careful what you think.
Build up your character until you never get tired of
yourself, until you can find pleasant company In your
thoughts.
Daily strive to do right, and don't take any off days.
Study good books and good people. Mold yourself anew.
If your thoughts are bad, banish them and find good
ones. You will never get tired of the company of good
thoughts.
of timber or the
are included In
to explore and
the small man and
timber to estab
and gets it when he
wait until they are
the money In his pocket there were
twelve sovereigns. One he kppt for
ourposea of his own ; the others he took
ypstalra to the ailing wife, with a forc
ed smile and a brazen lie of a rise In
salary and an Important post In the
lafllee.
"And Rnd so you see, dear," he con
eluded with a little choke In hU voice,
"we shall be able to do as the doctor
taid, after all. You shall go doyn to
to Margate; they say the air U very
good there, and you can get strong nnd
well again."
Mrs. Emmert's face brlghterd, and
he slipped an arm round his nck.
"Oh, James, how lovely! You don't
know how terrible it has been lying
here. I've been horrid at times, James ;
hut that's all over now, isn't Ifj Kiss
tne, and then go and have your supper.
Why, you're crying !"
"I I the sudden change hv upset
me, dear. There. I'm all rlgkt now,
and I'll see you off at the staon to
morrow. They won't" care I mean,
they'll excuse me being late at the of
fice." Emmett stood on the platfoyjn and
watched the train glide out of the sta
tion. He bad bought his wife maga
zine and a basket of fruit, and (iw her
comfortably Installed. He wattfjted her
go with dim eyes and an achlag lump
in his throat she had called hlw by a
pet name long fallen into dlsvase as
the train moved off.
Then he turned resolutely away. He
was feeling cold and nervous, and be
feared at the last moment his courage
might fall him. He entered the station
bar and drank a brandy and soda. Then
A. SECOND MISTAKE WOULD BBEAK
HIS
NERVE.
he stopped at a pawnbroker's shop and
got a cheap German revolver.
Clutching his parcel, he uade his
way home to the little hou.se, let him
self In, and locked the door. Tbe girl
had gone on a holiday, and the place
was deserted.
Emmett went to the drawer a ad pull
ed out the life Insurance polL-y. On
the envelope he wrote, In bis neat
clerkly hand, "For my wife r.rlvate,"
ind propped It up agatust a cacrflestlck
on the mantelpiece. Then Wt went
slowly up the narrow staircase to her
bedroom.
The blinds were drawn, but there
was ample light for his purpose. The
atale, verdigris-covered cartridges
Jammed in the chambers; his hands
were shaking, and be was naturally
clumsy and unaccustomed. At :ength,
however, he managed to fill four cham
bers and snap tbe breech to. It waa a
wretchedly made single action thing,
and be shuddered as the lock action
gave a double click.
"Lord, hare meroy have mercy I" be
i-"'
Agriculture can sell as much or aa
whomever he pleases and for what
fair for tho lest Interests of all the
a manner that It was monopolized
OF YOURSELF t
By Zelma Travtra.
Do you And yourself good company? Do you
ever get tired of being yourself? Down In
your heart do you really like yourself and do
you find your thoughts really good compan
ions? These may seem odd questions, but unlcTO
you can answer each one of tbem In the affirm
ative I would advise you to find out what's
the matter.
mutteroc; dry-lipped, and pulled the
trigger.
It fell with a sharp snap. Dazed and
confused, but with a courage few would
have suspected, he Inspected the cbam
hers. Only four were loaded, and in
his fumbling the hammer had fallen on
one of tbe empty ones.
He turned the cylinder carefully. ' A
second mistake, he knew, would break
his nerve.
At moments of extreme tension, the
most trivial detail frequently assumes
an undeserved Importance. Emmett
was by nature and training an orderly
man. As he snapped the breech to for
the second time he noticed an envelojie
tucked away under the looking gins
stand.
He glanced at It. On it was tbe
stamp of a firm of solicitors. The name
was unknown to hlra but solicitors'
letters had been painfully frequent of
late. A freak of curiosity tempted him
to know the worst He opened it, and
the lines swam before his eyes.
"Dear sir," he rend, "we beg to In
form you of the death of your uncle.
our esteemed client, which took place
on the 14th ult. We should have ac
quainted you with the fact before, but
it has taken us a considerable tLme to
discover your address. The late John
Emmett'a will leaves you sole legatee,
as you know be "
Emmett got no further, for tho sud
den revulsion of feeling was too much
for hlin that, and tho lack of food.
The revolver clattered on to the floor
and exploded harmlessly, and he fell
back In a dead faint.
Mrs. hmmett enjoyed her holiday
and altered circumstances, but she
1 never knew the truth. London An
swers.
--Ar
Very Lucid.
I A lady left her home for her annual
visit 10 uer moiner. ueiore uer depart
ure she told her husband that If he
wanted anything that be could not eas
ily Uud ho was to write to her for di
rections. "Don't turn the house upside
down, as you generally do," s'e said.
l win answer at once ana tell you
Just where It Is.' Soon after his wife's
depnrturo n neighbor cnine In to borrow
a pattern of a dress. The husband
wrote, as he had been requested to do,
This was the onswer by return "You
will find It hanging on the wall by the
garret Btalrs, or In the Ikx on top of
the sewing machine In Ellen's room
the green box, or the red one, I forgot
which. Perhaps, though. It Is on the
top shelf In the cupboard In onr room
left-hand side, If I remember cor
rectly, but look on the other side, too,
If not there It is in the bottom drawer
of the bureau In tlie ball. That Is where
I keep my patterns, ami don't jntle
the bundles. It Is among them some-
wliere. Perhaps It Is In the secom
drawer. It Ic somewhere upstairs, any
way, so don't rummage downstairs.
P. 8. Now I come to think of It, I
may have lent It to my sister Ann!"
Lb Daaarer.
A lawyer while conducting; his case
cited tbe authority of a doctor of law
yet alive.
"My learned friend." Interrupted the
Judge, "you should nver go upon tbe
authority of any save that of the dead.
The living may change their minds.".
Nos Lolslra.
A si Ksploaloa liuaulateait.
Jlgley Yes, Dubley la up for presl
dent of tho club. He's got an idea he
can be elected, so he's up
Wise Well, he's not up as far aa be
will be when tunt Idea la exploded.-
Philadelphia Press.
LEGEND OF TIIE LILT.
Once, when thli (rand old earth was yonag.
An enM thot-iht tt irlnr.
Sron srth-a fair ireias a blotnora swttt.
10 oaer to ma king.
Be 'anrirrd or the ferttt fields.
Ife iraird on bloninma bright ;
Too bright thr Mfinfd fr hla dralra.
loo gaj to pirai ni ligni.
"Oh t for a pure white flower, ha slched,
"Fit for mr Kin to wear."
Though long ha aought, no flower of white
nu blooming anywhere.
Bo, worn and weary, he aat flow a
To ween that none were found i
Hla rryatal tear flowed o'er hla roba
And aank Into the ground.
At onr a lllr white sprang up,
All mire. Ill nre to meet :
Singing, he gathered It and flew
And laid It at Uod a reet.
Pleased waa hla King. "This flower," Ha
Mill.
Rerauee of this ahall grow.
Henrefnrth. a algn to etnful mitn,
O'er all tbe earth below."
Thtia came the Illy, pure and fair;
wno looka may read tnia ig"
n Ira while cup. the angel'a tears.
Tiie purity illTlae.
Annie Wall.
Priscilla's Easter Bonnet
Miss Prlscilla Peck was remodeling her
best bonnet, and It was a serious under
taking to Miss Priscilla.
The light from the keroaene lamp fell
on a forlorn array of bits of silk, ribbon
and faded artificial flowers on the little
round table at her elbow, and a limp, di
lapidated frame lay on tbe floor at her
feet.
She had been curling her plumes with
the blade of the penknife, and her white
apron waa covered with the fibers that
had broken off in the operation.
She held the two rusty little tips np
to the light and looked at them critically,
and they did look funny, even to Miss
Prlscilla. The fibers that she had man
aged to curl were twisted down into lit'
tie hard, frizzy knobs, and those that
were still uncurled bung down In limp,
dejected little strings, and Mis Priacllla
laughed a little dolefully as she said to
herself :
"Well, there ain't but precious little
left of them, and that s a fact ; and I
don't know as I've Improved 'cm much,
either, but they've Just got to go back on
that bunmt, if they hain't biggcr'n hen's
feathers," then she laid them carefully
aside nnd picked up a piece of the drab
silk.
"I s'posc I ought to have washed It in
gasoline," she said a little ruefully, "but
I really didn t feel as if I could afford it.
And I don t believe 1 can ever get it
puckered up and put back on the frame
so's it won't show the faded streaks. I
don't a'pose I ought to have ripped it
up, but I ve wore it for six years and 1
Just felt as if I couldn't wear it to-morrow
without something was done to it,
Everybody always comes out on Easter
with their pretty new hats and bunniti
and mine was jest as pretty as any of
'em when it was new, but last Easter it
looked bo kind of faded and shabby be
side all the new ones that somehow 1
felt as if I was slightin' the day that ev
erybody ought to celebrate by lookln' aud
feelin as bright and joyful aa they can.
I've tried to keep my heart In harmony
with Easter, but folks can't see my heart
and they can my bunnlt," and then Miss
Priscllla laughed again and went patiently
to work shirring and shaping and fitting
the silk over the limp, old-fashioned
frame.
Miss Priscllla was a sociable little
body, and always talked to herself when
she had no one else to talk to.
She had no family of her own and was
a born nurse, and so everyone in the vll
Iage felt perfectly free to call on her in
case of sickness. She had comforted and
cared for the aged whose feet were going
down Into the valley of the shadow, and
bad ministered to tho middle-aged and
the young, and everyone in the village
loved Miss Priscilla and felt that they
owed ner a debt of gratitude.
But love and gratitude, precious as
they are to a lonely heart, are poor com'
modifies wherewith to pay the butcher,
the baker and the candlestick maker, to
aay nothing of tbe extravagance of buy
ing Easter bonnets, and as Miss Prls
cilla was no hand to parade her poverty
before her friends and neighbors she dyad
and turned and made over, and withal
managed to keep so bright and cheery
that no one really suspected how poor
she was.
She worked on patiently for a while,
too much absorbed to even talk to her
self, but somehow the result was not
very satisfactory. Long years of nursing
the sick, however, much as it may soften
the heart and refine the sensibilities, is
not conducive to proficiency in fashion
Ing artistic millinery, and Miss Priscilla
began to feel somewhat discouraged.
She fashioned the stiff ribbon into a
bow and tacked it on one side of the
bonnet ; fastened the two sickly little
plumes and the bunch of faded roses on
top; pinned on the strings and, steppiayr
over to the little mirror that was perchetl
on top of the old-fashioned bureau, set
tled the result of her handiwork on her
wavy brown hair.
But what was the matter? Misa Pris
cllla looked at the reflection in conster
nation. She saw a pair of tranquil brown
eyes and a round, roay face that remind-
x SPEINCr MILLINERY FANTASY.
Halting through the chill of winter, from
tba (southland, wbara strated.
Comas the aun with rays reiLlendeat rays
that hynotlse tba maid.
In ber heart a wlerd commotion
flies an eipeualva notion,
That eventually will benefit the millinery
trade.
II.
All the vagaries of hatdom And their being
'asath the beams
Of the springtime sun, that coajuraa up
Stoat UutallilBf Araama,
EASTER
ed one of a winter apple, but the bonnet
the frame was all twisted out of shape
and the silk was askew, and the bow,
plumes and the rosea all seemed to stand
up and glare at each other in the most
belligerent attitude. She gave one look
and snatched it off her head and flung It
on the table.
"There now," she said. "I hope I'll be
satisfied. I've ruined the only thing I
had to my name to wear on my head, and
now I can 'just stay at home from church
to-morrow, and It's Easter Sunday, too.
and all on account of my foolish pride.
Oh, why couldn't I have been satisfied to
let well enough alone?" And then Misa
Priscllla did a strange thing for her
she dropped her head down on the little
table and cried softly, all alone by her
self. But not for long, for soon she was
bustling around, tidying up the shabby
little sitting room. She crammed the
one-sided bonnet into Its box and put it
away out of sight in the closet, and tak
ing her Bible she read one of the sweet
old chapters, and somehow she felt
strangely comforted.
Light footsteps npnn the walk and a
tap at the door roused her from her rev
erie ; ahe opened the door and there stood
Roxy Brown, Mrs. Bartlctt's little ap
prentice, with a bandbox, which she hur
riedly thrust into Miss Pri soil la's hand,
saying :
"Here'a your new bonnet, Miss Pris
cilla. Mrs. Bartlett couldn't po.- My fin
ish it sooner, and she told me to tell you
she hoped you'd like it," and before Miss
Priscilla had recovered from her aston
ishment the girl and her companion were
hastening off down the street, well out
of reach of ber voice.
She carried the box over to the little
table and removed the covet with trem
bling hands, and then lifted out a lovely
little bonnet of black lace and Jet, with
two aoft, silky black plumes and a big
bunch of purple panaiea and lovely lace
ties.
"Oh, oh," she breathed, "that dear Mis'
Bartlett, may the good Lord bless ber.
And to think I was mean enongh to call
her near. I really don't deserve this
beautiful bonnet." Then a tear splashed
down upon tbe shining jet lace, and she
laughed softly. "I really didn't know
bow much I wanted a new bonnet till I
got it," she said comically.
A happier hearted little woman than
Miss Priscilla Peck, with the little lace
and jet bonnet perched on ber wavy
brown hair, did not enter the little,
flower decked church on that beautiful
Easter morning.
Mrs. Bartlett came In late, and nearly
all the congregation were la their places.
She settled herself in ber pew and then,
as was her wont, began surreptitiously
scanning tbe headgear of the feminine
portion of the congregation, taking note
of tbe hats and bonnets that were her
own handiwork and those that had come
from the rival shop across the way, "More
than two-thirds of them came from my
store," she was thinking, exultingly, when
suddenly she gave a start and turned hot
and cold all in an instant.
There, sitting well up In front, where
she could enjoy the flowers, with the light
from tbe stained glass window falling like
an aureole arou ' her, was Miss Priscllla
Peck, with a little black lace and jet bon
net perched airily upon her head.
And tba maid. In woudroua rapture.
, uu i.u,),,. ,r, m m jtu 7 capture.
Though br vision's badly muddled o'ar tba
atvla that mu In .l,..ni.
tit
But this winsome show of beauty la tba ris
ing of a ghost
To tbe party In tba background, who Is In
terested most.
He baa heard the elocution
Aad It hurta biro la tbe pocket, 'cause, you
L. I . A - A i. - . I
ClaclDuaii i'eat
JOY.
Mrs. Presley's bonnet ! The very one
she had finished late last erening and
sent home to her wealthy customer by
Boxy Brown.
Then, regardless of whnt people might
think, she turned deliberately around and
looked at the Presley pew. Yes, there
sat Mrs. Presley, stiff and stately as ever,
with ber winter bonnet on her head, and
a look of cold displeasure in her eyee as
they met her own.
Then for five minuteshe aat perfectly
still and thought, and the whole thing
became plain to ber.
"It Is all the fault of that careless,
trifling Itoxy Brown," she thought an
grily ; "she was standing before the glass
trying en her own hnt when L. asked her
to tnke home Mrs. Presley's bonnet, and
she promised as glib ns you please, with
out at all understanding whom the bonnet
belonged to, and she's gone and given
Mrs. Presley's bonnet to Miss Priscilla.
But I should desire to know what Pris
cilla Peck means by going and keeping a
bonnet that she knows doesn't belong to
her. An eight-dollar bonnet, too, and tbe
handsomest one I have made this season,
but I'll settle the matter In short order
after church is out," and then, with a
heart that waa not at all in harmony with
the day, she turned her attention to the
beautiful Easter service, that had so far
passed unheeded.
But what was this anthem the children
were singing? All at once she forgot
Mrs. Presley and Miss Priscllla, and a
little flowerlike face rose before ber men
tal vision, and she heard a shrill, childish
little voice practicing an anthem an
Easter anthem that she had never lived
to sing.
She remembered, too, how many, many
times during her long illness little Ellen
Mary had begged Miss Priscllla to sing
that very anthem, so that she might not
forget it, hoping and expecting to sing
with the other children on Easter Sunday.
Then she thought how Miss Priscllla
had watched over and nursed her little
daughter during her long sickness, and
what a comfort she had been to her on
that sorrowful day when little Ellen
Mary was laid away to rest. The tears
welled up and rolled down her cheeks,
she glanced across at Miss Priscilla, and
she, too, was wiping ber eyes.
"I shall alwaya love ber tor what ahe
did for little Ellen Mary," she thought,
with a new feeling of tenderness grow
ing in her heart ; "she never, never would
set any price on her work, and I gave her
that drab silk bonnet. And I remember
I told her that I should always see that
she bad a nice bonnet." Here Mrs. Bart
lett began to feel uncomfortable "I s'pose
she thinks I've forgotten my promise and
all her kindness; but I haven't, and never
shall.".
During the next few moments con
science and the Easter anthem did their
perfect work in Mrs. Bartlett' worldly
heart. When next she glanced across tbe
church Miss Priscllla had turned her head
and was looking straight Into her face,
with a look of love and gratitude that was
a revelation to Airs, uurtictt.
"She actually thinks that I sent her
that bonnet: well, I never," she gasped.
and then the benediction was pronounced,
and Mrs. Bartlett turned to leave the
church with the rest of the worshipers,
with an uncomfortable feeling that the
beautiful Easter service bad been almost
wholly lost to her.
As she was passing down tbe aisle Miss
Priscilla came un to her. I can t thanli
you here for your beautiful Easter gift,"
she whispered beamingly- "But I'm com
ing over directly after dinner to bave it
out with you," and then she went on
down toward the door, bowing and smil
ing, with a quaint little air of feeling,
for once in ber life, that ahe looked quite
as well as her neighbors.
Then Mrs. Presley came sailing by with
her head held very high. Mrs. Bartlett
turned as though to speak, aud then reso'
lutely closed her lips. "I don't care,"
sho said to herself; "I Just don't care
I'm glad of it," which, considering the
fact that she kuew alio had lost one of
her wealthiest customers, was 1 good deal
for Mrs. Bartlett to say.
And whn later in the day Miss Trie
cilia, in her new bonnet, came up tbe
walk. Mrs. Bartlett met ber at the door,
"Now. don't say a single, solitary
word," she said, leading the way iuto the
parlor; "its the becomlngest thing you
ever bad on your head, and it anybody
ever deserved a nice bonnet you do.
ain't a-going to let you thank me, for
I'm Just exactly as tickled about it as
you be.
"No, you ain't. You can't be," said
Mis Priscllla. "Why, I was eo tickled
I couldn't believe you really meant it for
me. I thought Itoxy must bave made
some mistake."
But Misa Priscilla never kaew how
near she came to telling tne truth. The
Ladies' World.
Flno clothe may not make the woman
but they aouutune break ber husband
Straaate Kaater Caatosa.
It tiArdly aeems peeIble that the pf
ent reverent and decoron observance of
Easter was praetlrmlly unknown to the
early history of church festival. Bel
there waa little religious spirit compared
to the more royatering tendeariea of tfca
age. Many of the customs were clearly
of pagan origin. The goddeea Qatar o
Easter aeems to have been tbe personifi
cation of tbu morning or eaert, and also of
the opening year or spring. The Angle
Saxon name of Easter waa Eatermonatk '
Eastcnnonth. There can be little doubt
that the using of eggs at this aeanon wu
originally symbolical of Dbe springing
forth of life in spring. The church, mat-
rally, adopted rt a a symbol of future
life. And the use of eggs hi the moat
widely diffused of any custom.
They are usually stained with various
ilors with dye-woods and herbs, and
people mutually make presents of them.
In some moorland part of Scotland It
used to be the custom for young peopla
to go out early on "Pasoh Snnday" and
search for wild fowl' eggs for breakfast,
and it was thought lucky to find them.
Colored eggs were used by children at
Eaater in a sort of game wnMi cotieiat
( testing the strength of the egg ahell.
The practice 1 still retained in on.
nlscea m CnsUnd and the Ualtad State.
The egg-rolling on the lawn In front of
the W bite House la an annual exUlblUon.
In Man part of I re land the legend la
still current that the aun dance on Eaa
ter morning. Sir John Suckling refer to
this legend in hi "Ballad on ft Wed
ding:" -v
"But, 0, 4he dance mich a fray I
No un upon an Easter day
Is half ao fine a sight."
Th game of ball waa a favorite Eaater
port, in which municipal corporation
formerly engaged with due parade and
dignity, and at Bury St. Edmund's not
above 40 years ago the game waa kept op
with great spirit by 12 old women.
In the northern counties of England on
Enster Sunday the men formerly paraded
the street and claimed the privilege of
lifting every woman three time from the
ground, receiving the loan of a kie or a
silver aixpence. The seme was done next
day by the women. The three time of
lifting wa to correspond to the three day
which covered the time Christ lay in the
tomb.
In a part of Oxfordshire, after evening
service on Easter Sunday, meti and wom
en used as late as 1822 to throw great .
quantities of apple Into the ciiurcb yard.
and those who had been married during
tire year threw three time a many as tbe
rest, after which all went to the minis
ter 'a bouse and feasted on bread, cheese
and ale.
'ihe primitive OSrhrtians, very early on
the morning of Eaater, saluted each other
with the words, "Christ la risen," to
which the response was made, "Chri 1
risen, Indeed." This custom Is sweet with
the quaint expression of piety and fuitk
belonging to other day than our.
Easter Caatoms.
Tli customs, tradition and supersti
tions associated with the observance of
East are almost without number. How
they originated is often shrouded In mys
tery, because In many Instances the orlg- .
lnal was known In the Pagan observance
of the festival, rather than to the Chrla
tion. Others, Indeed, are evidently Chria-
tion in origin, as 1 dotrbtles the follow-
ng: The early Christiana used to greet
each other on Easter morning with the
salutation :
'Christ is risen."
'Christ has risen, Indeed, and bath ap
peared to Simon," wa the reply. It la
said that many members of the Greek
church still hall each other on Eaater
day according to this ancient formula.
The giving of Easter egg Is the custom
more than any other associated with thl
season, for it is the most widely known,
as well aa the oldest of Easter customs.
In early Pagan day, when tbe spring fes
tival waa observed generally, the egg was
symbolical of the universe, and the break
ing of eggs at tbe apring festival typinea
the breaking of the bands of winter and
the release of Nature and fruit and grain
life from cold and darkness. '
When the Ghriatian church began K
observance of Easter thia practice wa
carried over. Th eggs, however, wet
usually sent to the priest to be blessed -and
sprinkled with holy water. Later oa
the eggs were colored and decorated and
exchanged aa gift. During the last few
years artificial egg of china, pasteboard,
candy and aatin have been employed, as
gift, and many dainty surprises have
taken the place of the genuine hen fralt
AS EABTEB 8UBFBXSB.
Hen I don't believe this egg's going to
batch. Let us bave a game
The Booster Let's name him Tenny-
Eaater Quips.
An Eaater egg is seldom aa fresh a II
la painted.
Uneasy lies tbe head that wear ns
new Easter bonnet.
The abower that ruins a woman' new
bonnet is a rain of terror.
There is no peace on earth when' the
heir try to break the good will. '
A new spring gown naturally cauae a
womau to walk with an elastic step.
One touch of the milliner' fingers
make the whole feminine world akin. '
Probably Lot' wife passed some other
womau and looked back to ae what aha)
had on.
Every woman who wear a new bonnet
to church to-day will woudei why the ser
mon La o abort.
of tennis t