CORN PLANTING IS
OVER
THAT CANADIAN TRIP SHOULD
NOW BE TAKEN.
If you had intended going to Can
Ada for the purpose of purchaiilng
land on which to cRtab1lh a home and
cconrpnnylng some land company,
."Whose holdings you proposed to look
ever or to go up on your own account
to select one hundred and sixty acrrR
of laud free, you should delay no
longer. Corn planting Is over, your
wheat crop is well ahead, and you
have a few weeks' time before you are
required In tho fields aKaln. Now
make your Intended trip. Reports
at hand show that the crop prospects
In Canada were never better than
they are today. Tho cool weather has
not affected the crop, but If anything.
It has been a benefit. There has been
plenty of moisture and those who
have had therr land properly prepared
Jook upon this year as likely to be one
of the beet they have had. A great
many are going up this soapon who
expect to pay two or three dollars an
acre moro than they were asked to
pay last ear. Others who wish to
homestead nre prepared to go farther
from the line of railway than would
have been necessary last year. Still
It Is worth It. So It will be with you.
Next year lands will be higher-priced
and homesteads less accessible. There
is a wonderful tide of immigration to
Central Cannda now. It is expected
that one hundred nnd fifty thousand
new settlers from the United States
will be numbered by the end of the
present year, an Increase of fifty per
cent over last year. In addition to
this there will be upwards of one
hundred thousand from the old coun
try, which does not include those
who may come from tho northern
countries of the Continent. These all
Intend to settle upon the land. The
reader does not require an answer to
the questions, "Why do they do It?"
"Why are they going there in such
large numbers?" Western Canada is
no longer an experiment. The fact
that one hundred and fifty million
bushels of wheat were raised there
last year aa against ninety-five mil
lions the year previous, shows that
the tiller of the soil in Central Canada
li making money and it is safe to say
that he is making more money than
can be made anywhere else on tho
Continent In the growing of grains.
He gets good prices, he has a sure and
heavy crop, he enjoys splendid rall--way
privileges, and he has also the
advantages of schools and churches
and such other social life as may be
found anywhere. It is difficult to say
what district is the best Soma are
preferred to others because there are
friends already established. The
Grand Trunk Pacific, on its way
across the Continent, is opening up a
splendid tract of land, which is being
-taken up rapidly. The other railways
the Canadian Pacific and Canadian
Northern are extending branch lines
Into parts Inaccessible a couple of
years ago. With a perfect network
of railways covering a large area ot
the agricultural lands it is not diffi
cult to secure a location. Any agent
of the Canadian Government will be
pleased to render you assistance by
advice and suggestion, and a good
plan is to write or call upon him.
The Government has located these
agents at convenient points through
out the States, and their offices are
well equipped with a full supply of
maps and llternture.
NECESSARY.
Swelllngton Who did Miss Careless
nave in her auto party?
. Wellington A lawyer, a surgeon, a
hurse and a doctor.
Awful Prospect.
One day rei-ently a clergyman was
herformlng a marriage ceremony at
the parsonage in the presence of bis
little son. The boy listened very at
tentively while his father pronounced
the couple husband unci wife, then
fcolng to his mother he kuIiI:
"Mamma, when a man marries a
Voruan, must he live with her?"
"Yes, dear," his mother replied.
The boy was thoughtful for a mo-
tuent and then said:
"Mamma, must papa live with all
the women he has married?"
Most Useless Ever.
"Can you Imagine anything moro
Useless than a comb without any
teeth?" .
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house." Birmingham Age-1 lerald.
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There whs no nne at the station 'o
Ineet tho disgraced one, rii'svs of th
disaster at I'.nershftwi IiHiik iih yet only
on tho way. Thomas Jefferson wna
rather glad of It: i-opivially glad t,,',t
thero was no on from Woodlawn tills
was the name of the new home to
recognize hi in and link dlseomforti'in
questions. Hut Anie.i was c-xpeettnl.
and tho Dalmey carriage, with oil
Srlplo on the box, was drawn up t'
Side the platform. Tom put Ardea Inio
the carriage and was giving h' r hau l
luggago to Hclplo when she railed to
him.
"Isn't there any one li.ro to meet
you. Tom?"
"They don't know I'm coining." he
explained. Whereupon '1'ilckly
made room for him. holding the door
open. Hut he hung hack.
"I reckon I'd better ride on the box
with I'ne' Soiplo," he suggested.
"I am sure I don't know why you
Should," sho objected.
He told her straight; or at least gava
her his own view of It.
J!y to-morrow morning everybody
In fiordonia nnd I'aradlse alley will
know that I'm home in disgrace. It
won't hurt Unc' Selplo any If I'm seen
riding with him."
It was the first time that he had
been given to see tho Dabney liupefl
ousness shining star-like in Miss Ar
dea' slate-blue eyes.
"I wish you to get your hang-bag
and ride in here with me," she said,
with the air of one whose wish was
law. l!ut when lie was sitting opposite
and tho carriage door was shut, sho
smiled companlomibly across at him
and added: "You foolish boy!"
When he reached the house there
was an ominous air of quiet about It,
and a horse and buggy, with a blank
boy holding the reins, stood before the
door. Tom's heart came into Ills
mouth. The turnout was Doctor Will
lams'. "Who's sick?" he asked of the boy
who was holding the doctor's horse.
and his tongue was thick with a nume
less fear.
Tho black boy did not know; and
Tom crept up the steps nnd let himself
in as ono enters a house of mourning,
breaking down completely when ho
saw his father sitting bowed on the
hall seat.
"You, Buddy? I'm mighty glad,"
said the man: and when he held out
his arms tho boy flung himself on his
knees beside the seat and burled his
face In the cushions,
"Is she Is she going to die?" he
asked, when tho dreadful words could
be found and snoken
"We're hoping for the best, Huddy,
son. It's somo sort of a stroke, tho
doctor savs: it took her yesterday
morning, and she hasn't been herself
since. Did somebody tciegrapn n
you?"
Tom rocked his head on tho cush
ion. How could ho add to me uiuck-
neaa of darkness by telling nis misor
nble storv of disgrace? Yet it had to
be done, and surely no hapless peni
tent in the confessional ever emptied
b'i soul with moro heartfelt contrition
or tiore bitter remorse.
Caleb Oordon listened, with what In
ward condemning ono could only guess
from his silence. It was terrible! ir
his father would strike him, curse him.
drive him out of the house, It would
be easier to hear than the stifling si
lence. Hut when tho words came final
ly they were as balm poured Into an
angry wound.
"There, there, Buddy; don't take on
so. You re migni nign a man, now,
and the sun's still rlsin and settin'
Just tho same as It did beforo you trip
ped up and fell down. And It'll go on
rlsin and settin', too, long after you
and me and all of us have quit goln'
to bed and gcttln' up by it. If it was:i t
for your poor mammy
"That's It that a Just It," groaned
Tom. "It would kill her, even If she
was well."
"Nev' mind; you're hero now, and I
reckon that's tho main thing. If sho
gets up again, of course she'll have
to know; but we won't cross that
bridge till we come to It. And Huddy,
son, whatever happens, your old pappy
ain't goln' to believe that you'll be the
flrBt Gordon to dio in the gutter. You've
got bettor blood In you than what that
calls for."
Tom felt tho lightening of his bur
den to some extent; but beyond was
the alternative of suffering, or causing
uttering, lie had never realized un
til now how much he loved his moth
er; how largo a place sho had tilled in
his life, and what a vast void there
would be when she was gone. Ho was
yet too young and too self-centered to
know that this is the mother-cross: to
live for love and to bo crowned and en
throned oftenest In memory.
Tho fifth day after his homo-coming
was Christmua Kve. l.ale In the after
noon, when tho doctor had made his
second visit and had gone away, leas
ing no word of encouragement for the
watchers, Tom left tho houso and tool:
the path that led up through the young
orchard to the foot of Lebanon
He was deep within thn winter-strip
ped forest on tho mountain side, plung
Ing upward through the beds of dry
leaves In the little hollows, when lie
tnet, Ardea. Hlin was coming down
with her arms full of holly, and for the
moment he forgot his troubles In thg
keen pleasure of looking at her. None
tho less, his greeting w;i a brotherly
reproof.
"I'd like to know what you're think
ing of, tramping around on the moun
tain alone," he said, frowning at her.
I have been thinking of you, inst
of the time, and wishing you could b
with me," she answered, bo artlessly
as to moiiiry mm instinuiy. "is your
mother any belter this afternoon
"Hh is Just the same; lying there so
Still that you huve to look close to s
whether she la breathing. The doctor
says that If there Isn't a change pret'.y
soon, she'll die."
"O Tom!"
He looked ud at her with the old
boyish frown pulling his eyebrows to
gether.
"Bho's been good to God all her life;
what do you reckon He's letting her die
this way for?'
It was a terrible question, made more
terrible by the savage hardihood that
lay behind It. Ardea could not reason
With him; and she felt Intuitively that
at this crisis only reason would appeal
te him. Tet she ceuld net turn hi
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away empty-handed In his hour of
need.
"How can wp tell?" sho said, and
there were tears In her voice. "Wo only
know that lie does everything for the
best."
"I wish you'd ask Him to let my
mother live!" ho said, brokenly. "I've
tried and tried, and tho words Just die
In my month."
There is a Mother of Sorrows in ev
ery womanly heart, to whom the ap
peal of the stricken Is never made In
vain. Ardea saw only a boy-brother
crying out In his pain, and sho dropped
on her knees and put her arms around
his neck and wept over him In a pure
transport of sisterly sympathy.
"Indeed and Indeed I will help, Tom!
And ynu mustn't let It drive you out
Into the dark. You poor boy! I know
Just how it hurts, and I'm so sorry for
you!"
ITe freed himself gently from the
comforting nrms, got up rather un
steadily, and lifted her to her feet.
Then the mnnly bigness of him sent
the hot blood tp her cheeks and she
was ashamed.
"O Tom!" sho faltered; "what must
you tnink or me:"
"I think God made you and that
was one time when His hand didn't
tremble," he said, gravely.
They had picked their way down the
leaf-sllppery mountain side and he
was giving her tho bunch of holly at
the Dabney orchard gate before he
spoke again. Hut at the moment of
leave-taking ho said:
"How did you know what I needed
more than anything else In all tho
world, Ardea?"
She blushed painfully and tho blue
eyes were downcast.
'Y'ou must never speak of that again.
I didn't stop to think. It's a Dabney
failing, I'm afraid to do things first
and consider them afterward. It was
as if we were llttlo again, and you had
fallen down and hurt yourself."
"I know," he acquiesced, with the
same manly genlloness that had made
her ashamed. "I won't speak of it any
more and I'll never forget it the long
est day I live. Good-by."
And he went the back way to his
own orchard gate plunging through the
leaf beds with his head down and his
hands in bis pockets, struggling as he
could to stem the swift current which
was whirling him out beyond all the
old landmarks. For now he was made
to know that boyhood was gone, and
youth was going, and for one Intoxi
cating moment he had looked over the
mountain top Into the Promised Land
of manhood.
CHAPTER XII.
It' was until lato In tho afternoon of
Christmas Day that Ardea was able to
slip away from her guests long enough
to run over to apprise herself of tha
condition of things at the Gordon
house.
Tom opened the door for her, and ho
made her como to tho flro before he
would answer her questions. Even
then he sat glowering at the cheerful
blaze as If he had forgotten her pres
enee; and she was womanly enough,
or amiable enough, to let him take his
own time. When he began, it was
seemingly at a great distance from
matters present and pressing.
"Say, Ardea; do you believe In mlr
aeleB?" ho asked abruptly. "How do
you uccount for them. Did God make
Ills laws bo that they could be taken
apart nnd put together again when
some llttlo human ant loses Its way on
a grass stalk or drops Us grain of
sugar?"
I don't know," she confessed, frank
ly. "I nm not sure that I ever tried to
account for them; I suppose I have
swallowed them whole, as you say I
have swallowed my religion."
"Well, you believe In them, anyway,'
he said, "and that makes It easier to
hit whut I'm alining at. Do you reck
on they slopped short In tho Apostles'
time?"
"You are the queerest boy," she com
mented. I ran over nere Just for a
minute to ask how your mother Is, and
you won't tell me."
"I'm coming to that." he rejoined
gravely. "Hut I wanted to get this
other thing straightened out first. Now
tell me this: did you pray for my moth
er last night, like you said you would?
"Y'ou can be so barbarously personal
when you try, Tom," she protested.
And then sho added: "Hut I did."
"Well, the miracle was brought,
Karly this morning mother came to
herself and asked for something to eat
Doctor Williams has been here, and
now he .tells us uli tno tilings no
wouldn't tell us before. It was some
llttlo clot In ono of the veins or ar-
terlea of the brain, and nine times out
of ten there Is no hope,
') Tom! and sl-e will get well
again?"
She has more chances to-day of get
ling well than she had last night of
dying so the doctor says. Hut it's a
miracle, just the same."
I'm so glad! And now I really must
go nome
What's your rush? I'm not trying
to get lid of you now
"I positively must go back. We liavo
company, and I ran away wltnout say
ing a word."
"Anybody I know?" inquired Tom
"Three somebodies whom you know
or ought to know, very well: Mr. Dux
bury Farley, Mr. Vincent Farley, Mixs
Kva Farley."
"I'd like to know how under the sun
they nuinaged to get on your grand
lather's good side!" he grumbled.
"Why do you say that?" sho retort
d. "Kva was my classmate for years
at Miss Ie Valle's."
lie made a boyish face of ilisap
proval, saying lluntly: "1 don't care if
nlu' was. You shouldn't make friends
of them. They are not tit for you
, Ipe our shoes on,"
"You ought to be ashamed of your
sell', Tom Gordon! Less than an hour
ago, we were speaking of you, and of
what happened at lleuraheba. Mr. Far
ley and his son both stood up for you."
"And you took the other side, I reck
on," he broke out, quite unreasonably
It had not as yet come to blows be
tween him and Mu father's business as
sociates, but it made him lmmeaaura-
bly disaatlslled to llnd them on social
terms at Deer Trace Manor.
"Perhaps I did, and perhaps I did
not." she answered, matching his Urt
less.
"Well, you can tell them both that
l ui much obliged te them for nothing."
he said, rietna; end going to the door
with her. "They would be mighty glad
to see It patched up again and me back
In the Beersheba school."
"Of course they would; so would all
of your friends." ,
"Hut they are not my friends. Thev
have fooled my father, and they'll fool
your grandfather. If he doesn't watch
out. Hut they can't fool me."
"That Is the first downright coward
ly thing I have ever known you to
say!" she declared. "And I wish you
to know, Mr. Thomas Jefferson Gor
don, that Mr. Duxbury Farley and Mr.
Vincent Farley and Miss Kva Farley
are my guests nnd my friends!" And
with that for her leave-taking, sho
turned her back on him and went
swiftly across the two lawns to tho
great gray house on the opposite knoll.
For the first fortnight of hlj mother's
convalescence Tom slept badly, and
his days were as the days of the ac
cused whoso sentence has been sus
pended. The time drew near when his
continued stay at homo must be ex
plained to his mother.
Ardea had gone back to Carroll the
Saturday before New Y'ear's and there
was no ono to talk to. Hut for that
matter, he had cut himself out of her
conlidence by his assault on the Far
leys. Kvery morning for a week after
tho Christmas-day clash, Sclpio camo
over with the compliments of "Maw
steh Majah," Miss Kuphrasla, and Miss
Dabney, and kindly Inquiries touching
the progress of the Invalid. Hut after
New Y'ear's Tom remarked that there
were only the Major and Miss Kuphra
sla to send compliments, and despair
set In. For out of his boyhood ho had
brought up undiminished the longing
for sympathy, or rather for a burden-
bearer on whom ho might unload his
troubles, and Ardea had begun to
promise well.
(To be continued.)
ABOUND THE TICKER.
Mtrauge Characters Gather on
the
Outskirts of the Curb.
"Half a dozen years of financial
writing have brought me into contact
with many of the strange and inter
esting characters who may be found
around the ticker," says a contributor
to Moody's magazine.
"Men who have been failures else
where trying for a stroke of good
luck; graduate physicians, lawyers,
former clergymen, an ex-motorman
turning the wheel of fortune; several
who have done time, race-track follow
ers, a former chief who buys stocks
with his left hand and small restau
rants with his right, hotel waiters by
the score sorrowfully watching the
tips garnered In the dining room van
ishing in the bucket shops; card gam
blers, club men, society lights, athletes
fascinated by the game ot chance have
rubbed elbows some time or other in
tho different brokerage offices.
"Two of the most picturesque char
acters of Wall street hung on the out
skirts of the curb market a few years
ago. One was formerly an expert tel
egrapher who had lost his mind after
an illness. He was a thoroughly harm
less fellow, giving to cracking two
stones alongside bis head, saying that
he wanted to drown out the shouts of
the noisy brokers. He seemed to have
an Idea what the brokers were doing
and occasionally they would good-naturedly
go through the form of trad
ing with him.
The' other character was a tramp.
The only thing missing In his equip
ment was the proverbial tin can. But
notwithstanding his lowly station in
life be was a sport. Nickels and dimes
were bestowed upon him by the brok
ers at various times and then this
hobo would circle the crowd to find
some one to match coins with him.
" 'See that man there, the head of
a large stock uroKcrage nrni saiu to
me the other day. The man wrs lean
ing against the ticker. The click, click
of the wheel appeared to be music in
his ears. Through his fingers the thin,
white strip of printed quotations was
sliding in the manner natural to all
tapo readers.
"'Well, he's a paradox in Wall
street,' said the broker. 'He doesn't
speculate. He Is a strict and sincere
church member, strongly opposed to
anything that smacks of gambling, yet
there Is something in his blood that
has made him come to our office al
most daily for ten years, rain or shine,
and never has he used the 'buy or
'sell' pad. Ho turned up one day with a
friend well known to us and hardly
before the Introductions were over he
had made himself at home. The first
day he annexed the stool beside the
ticker, read the prices to our board
boy and seemed in every way familiar
with the market.
" A week passed and to our surprise
we had received no orders from him.
We had an active market, for several
months, and the omission of orders
was overlooked. In the meantime he
really made himself valuable by giving
unusually accurate market opinions,
keeping a record of prices and statis
tics, so we felt that he was evening
up matters. To this day he has never
told us to buy or sell nnything for
him, but were he to go away he would
be sadly missed for his friendship, his
pecullarites and his singular ability to
live In the atmosphere of a broker'
office and never speculate."
r'.nallh .araea fr Towaa.
Many names of towns In England
have been appropriated for a similar
use In this country. These names fre
quently Indicate in themselves the ori
gin of the towns. For Instance, names
ending in "chcBter" or "coster" or
"caster," such as Dorchester, Worces
ter nnd I,Hncaster, undoubtedly apply
to sites of old military settlements or
camps, nnd the termination Is derived
from "castra." the Latin word for
camp. If tne name oi a piuce enus in
"coin," like Lincoln, then It, too, Is of
Roman origin, because the Iatin word
for colony is eolonla. When the sylla
ble "by" ends the word, like Rugby,
we then know that the Danes are re
sponsible for the name, for the Danish
word for town Is by.
ramily Ju.
"When you were courting me,' said
his wife, "you declared there wasn't
another woman In the world like me."
"Yes," replied her husband, "and
I'm glad of it for the sake of other
men."
All the to IIIim.
Wife John, there's a burglar going
through your pockets. John All
right! You two fljht It out between
yourselves.
it Isn't every family trej that bears
desirable fruit.
When Fate
Relented
Hy Ellen Ilency
Coprrif hi, igio, br AMoelalad Lllaranr Trasa
"Oh, it's a sweet little room," said
Miss Stiles ironically.
Her gaze roamed pensively over the
little hall room she dwelt in, from the
plump divan cushions to the book
shelf above her cretonne-concealed
washstand. A trunk bumped on the
landing outside her door and then pro
ceeded with a series of smaller bumps
up the stairs and landed with a final
crash overhead.
"Some one new." Faint hope flick
ered up, to die Instantly. "But ot
course no one worth while would come
here to live," she mumbled scornfully.
Bitter distaste of her surroundings, of
her dally grind, of her colorless days
arose within her and Jogged her mo
mentarily out of the rut of dogged
cheerfulness and acceptance of en
vironment that she had forced herself
into.
"I hate 'em," thumping her head
into the pillows viciously. "I hate
everybody." Rising, she faced herself
accusingly In the wavy-surfaced mir
ror. "I hate myself, too. I'm even be
ginning to crook my little fingers like
them they'll be calling me genteel
next Ugh, I'd rather be had down
right horrid than genteel, with a cot
ton wool brain and a sawdust heart"
A soft wind stirred the ruffled cur
tain and whisked her hair, and, turn
ing, she thrust her head out Into the
sunshine.
"Pooh, Sally girl, but you've got the
blues," she Informed herself, sniffing
the crisp air eagerly.
With the stirring of spring sap
comes an eagerness in the blood may
hap, but it's the fall for the reckless
ness and zest of adventure, with Its
insistent warning whisper of depart
ing days, its urge to make haste, that
opens one's eyes to fleeting youth, its
fanning breath charged with the last
faint scents of summer sweetness.
And it moved unwontedly in Sarah
Styles's heart as she sniffed the keen
air and softened the repression of her
lips.
"Gird up your loins and put on your
tan pumps, Sarah, and fare thee
forth," she murmured, "and perhaps
adventure will hit you on the shoul-
ers, you poor, lonesome thing, and In
troduce you to an affinity. Any way,
the fall air is glorious."
From the woods came the ting
ling scent of autumn leaves and
sun-warmed mosses and cool-shaded
depths. A woodpecker accentuated
the silence in sharply tapped meas
ures and a squirrel darted across the
sun-flecked road,
Miss Stiles kicked her heels against
the fence she was perched on and In
uncontrollable abandon threw back
her head, pursed her lips and poured
forth a lilting, whistling refrain of her
long ago school days.
Faintly floating from the cistance
another whistle chimed In, and she
paused, the edges of her soul shell
drawing together Instinctively, but a
mile lingered on her Hps. Plaintive
ly rising and falling, the notes came
nearer. Softly the girl crept to the
fringe of bushes overhanging the road
and watched the whistler swinging
along, his head tilted back, his hands
burled in his pockets.
"I wonder," she whispered nervous
ly, "if I dare um. He looks er
intelligent and nice. I believe I will."
Her sweet, shrill whistle joined his;
breathlessly she peered out when
suddenly the earth crumbled beneath
her feet and laughing, hair-blown,
clutching the willowy saplings in her
path, she descended into the very
arms of the approaching whistler.
While she put straight her hat and
tucked in stray hairpins he picked up
the scattered crimson leaf clusters
and presented them to her.
The Artist's Cempenaatlon.
Save in a few business concerns,
great concerns, Harrod's, the army
and navy stores and the like, what
a strange welter Is In our whole sys
tem of payment for work more espe
cially In the higher branches of work!
Art and literary work are terrible ex
amples of this confusion and want of
science, writes a pessimist In the Lon
don Saturday Review. The payments
to many of the best workers In those
barren fields are so bad that a man
is quite sanguine if he sees not at the
eud of his career the madhouse or the
pauper's grave.
If ha paint without genius, a paint
er may, by attracting an ignorant pub
lic make himself secure. If he write
without Individuality or real foroe, the
writer may likewise make himself se
cure by driving hard bargains with
those who buy and sell hU wares.
Bat for the most part good work In
these branches Is the work of sensi
tive wen, who are still children in
money matters and who shrink from
bargaining. Politics and publio life
asd business make a much be tie
lame than art er lettere.
-Did you learn "The Farmer Boy in
a little red school house, too?" he
wondered, and at the honest wlstful
ness In his voice the last remnant of
Sally's caution melted.
"Foolish, reckless, horrid.'' The
world's thousand voices crooned It
warnlngly in her ear, but she smiled
back lato the boyish eyes.
"It was a gray stone school house
with a boys yard and a girls' yard,
and a pump In front where we all
waited our turn for the tin dipper."
"Hut there was a boy who cleaned
your slate and left pink, mint hearts
on your desk."
"Engraved T love you," she as
sented. "And was there a girl you
made cart wheels In front of all the
way home all whirling hands and
legs?"
"Gee, I wished you'd gone to my
school!" His eyes were shining de
lightedly, and Miss Stiles sobered sud
denly. "Rut we're grown-ups now," she
sighed. "Only sometimes we forget."
"Wouldn't it be great to slide back
to those kid days, when everything
was what It seemed, when we cried
when we were hurt and laughed when
we were glad, and believed in every
body we knew and everything we were
told?" he asked.
"Now I smile when I'm hurt and cry
when I'm glad," she said.
"Well?" he challenged, his hands
still thrust deep In his pocket and bis
eyes dancing eagerly. "You don't
look like a girl who would take a
dare."
'Tm no 'frald-cat," she boasted.
T know where there's a birch." The
laugh in her eyes flickered anxiously.
"Oho!"
Her little squeal of delight was gen
uine. "And we might find some wln
tergreens. Tough, old ones, you know,
with red berries. Oh, It's fine to be a
kid."
"Yuh betchyu. 'Taln't no fair to
talk like grown-ups, though," he pro
tested. To think there was a man like this
In that grubbing city beyond! Her
eyes were as childish and blue as the
autumn sky as she protested.
"I'll beat you to that sumac, there,
little boy," pointing with outstretched
finger. "One, two, three, ready go."
With that mad scamper, Sarah Stiles
began an afternoon of unalloyed, fool
ish fun that never flagged until she
was homeward bound, loaded with the
gorgeous foliage of the autumn woods.
They paused at a bend In the road,
where cottages below were glimpsed
through the leaves and a sky of molten
gold poured itself into a glittering
river. The laughter curves fell away
from Miss StUes's lips in a tired, satis
fied sigh.
"But it must be good-by," she was
insisting. "Miracles cannot bear repe
tition. . It's a rainbow afternoon for
memory let's not touch It with the
stupid finger of reality and shatter it,
boy. Besides, If fate is eager and
willing."
"You're a silly, little girl," said the
man softly. "You're cruel, too. Haven't
we grown up together?"
"Very improperly In one after
noon," she pointed out "But, don't
you understand? I can't be the little
girl any more. Any way, I'm afraid,
I know It wouldn't last"
"I can't lure you any more," he said
ruefully. "But I am sorry. Here," he
drew out a card and rapidly wrote a
line upon it. "At least, you'll take
this. And If you relent I'll be wait
ing." Running lightly, she started down
the road. Then she looked back and
while he watched, with a wistfully re
gretful smile, she tossed the card into
the wayside bushes.
She had paused a scant moment in
the boarding houBe hall to survey her
tumbled hair when through the cur
tained door she saw him coming,
fumbling a bunch of keys In his hand.
With a smothered cry, she fled up to
her own room and waited, peering
breathlessly through a tiny crack.
It was the same gray figure, with
hands deep in his pockets the very
whistling man Into whose arms she
had almost fallen two hours before.
His heavy tread mounted slowly and
sounded in the room overhead, where
the crash of a trunk had driven her to
despair that same day. 8he buried
her head 'a the cushions, laughing
hysterically. Then arising, she sur
veyed her radiant face in the tiny
mirror.
"What a dear, sweet, lovely old
thing fate Is," she murmured.
The Last Word.
Creep Into thy narrow bed.
Creep and let no more be said.
Vain thy enaet! All stand fast.
Thou thyself must break at laat
Let the long contention ceae!
Qeeae are awana and awana are
Let them have It how they will I
Thou art tired: best be aUlL
They outtalked thee, hlaa'd thee, tore
thee?
Better men fared thus before thee:
Fired their rinsing- shot and pui d,
Hotly charged and aank at last.
Charge once more, then, and be dumbl
Let the vlctora, when they come.
When the forte of folly fall.
Find thy body by the wall!
Matthew Arnold
Many a man has become a lover of
the Bible by hearing some Infidel talk
against it.
Doctors, Parsons, Lawyers.
For according to our old saying, lu
three learned professions live by
roguery on the three parts of a man.
The doctor mauls our bodies, the par
son starves our souls; but the lawyer
must be the adroltcst knave, for b
has to ensnare our minds. Therefore
be takes a careful delight In covering
his traps and engines with a spread ol
dead-leaf words. Whereof hlmsell
knows little more than half the way
to spell them. Blackmore, "Lorn
Doone."
A Merger.
Regular Customer "There used U,
be two or three little bald spots on tb
crown of my head, away back. Are
they there yet?" Barber "No, sir;
it ain't so bad as all that Where those
spots used to be, sir. there's only one
now."
Very Particular.
Little Charles, aged four, la vary
fond of chicken, and when he saw the
chicken pie brought in for dlnnet
Mid: "Please, papa, I want som
chicken, but not aay oi the coop'
The Delineator,
ii n m at i r i mfns
iFood
Products
Are Best For lour Table
Because they are made
of the choicest materials
and guaranteed to be
absolutely pure.
LiMy Veal Loaf makes a
delightful dish for lunch
eon, and you will find
Libby't
Vienna Sausage
Corned Beef
Pork and Beans
Eraporated Milk
cquau iciupung xorany
meal.
Have a supply of Lilly's
in the house and you
will always be prepared
for an extra guest.
; You can buy Lilly's at
all grocer's.
Ubby.McNeiU
& Libby
Gucafo
a
Lost Bill Under a Plaster.
The mystery of the disappearance of
a $50 bill, which baa disturbed a Mid
dletown business man and his family
for a week, and which caused consid
erable unpleasantness, has been solved.
Suspicion attached to at least two
members of the man's household. A
week ago he planned a business trip
to New York. That evening he laid nu
merous bank notes on the dresser of
his bedroom. A $50 bill was on top.
Next morning he missed It That night
his wife put a porous plaster on his
hack. This morning he wanted to get
it off and called his wife to assist.
WTien she got the plaster off the miss
ing bill was found fast on the inside
of the plaster. Exchange.
Fldo's Exercise.
"Justin," said Mrs. Wyss.
"Yes," said Mr. Wyss.
"Will you speak a kind word to Fldo
and make him wag his tall? He hasn't
had one bit of exercise today."
Scraps.
Be patient with everyone, but above
all with yourself. I mean, do not be
disturbed because of your imperfec
tions, and always rise bravely from a
fall. Francis de Sales.
lira. Wlnnlnw's Soothlnc- Bjrnp.
Forchlldren teothtoi, a,iftnftthAKums, reducestn
a.mlnunn .ll.r.aLii uir...ut boll,.
The average man can't understand
why he has enemies.
Ir. Plerfie'H Plraunt Pnlleta fwnat and Inrle
emte stoiuacb. liver end bnwdi. Hugr-eutd,
Uor inoulti, isuui take aa candr.
How we dislike the dentist
spares no pains.
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17ESTE0U CANADA
What Governor Doneert, off Illinois,
days Aoout ixi
Dennea.of Illinois, owns a mo.
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WtMtlTIi KtntM that kaa
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