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(Copyright, 1910, by American Press Asso
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11, mamma, you're not going
to wear that hat, are you?"
Mildred had tragedy In her
voice.
"1 am."
"What! Mother, dear." cried Dorothy,
running In for glove thread, "that aw
ful hat?"
"Exactly."
"On Easter Monday!" they chimed.
"Now, see here." said their mother,
"whose hat Is this?"
"Oh. It's not mine." said Mildred.
"I'll not dispute ownership."
"Don't you. wnnt grammy to see
your lovely new Easter hat with the
flowers and the plumes?" coaxed Dor
othy. "I don't care to spoil the plumes, and
It looks like rain. There's a drlppltfg
fog now."
"1 think It'll clear," said Mildred
hopefully as she pinned on a big
plumy hat of her own gray-blue, like
her eyes.
"I can't see why you girls care so
much about this hat today. In the
first place, it's an all right hat; in the
next place, It will be howllngly stylish
for grammy's metropolis; In the third
place, we shall see uo one we
know except grammy, whose affection
Is not dependent on hats; in the
fourth place," she added after a si
lent moment spent In adjusting her
veil, "I'm going to wear it. so you
may as well save your splutters."
In the ferryboat they found a seat
for her, but had to stand themselves.
"I can't see." murmured Mildred,
"why mother will wear that beast of
a hat."
"She looks precisely like the head
of the biological department." respond
ed Dorothy under cover of mournful
sounds from the fog bell.
"Something's got to happen to it,"
returned Mildred with spirit. "Rut to
day! You can't think, Dot. bow per
fectly elegant ho is. I think 'elegant'
Is a rather cheap word, hut I can't
think of a single other one that will
describe him. Oh. yes, I can. too
thoroughbred, that's what ho is."
"Well, of all elegant, thoroughbred
ways to meet a girl's mother!"
"He jrlst couldn't get away from his
mint a day sooner you know the
whole party up there was for him
and he said he Just couldn't wait a
day longer, so at last I told him we
were going away, but if I happened to
see him in the station I'd present him.
And now she has on that hat!"
"Humph!" said Dorothy. "You'd bet
ter spend a little time thinking what
8rt of nu impression he'll make on the
little mother.' "
"I've been lying awake nights over
that, never fear," responded Mildred.
The boat thumped up into the slip,
and they joined their mother in the
push to the front.
They found themselves a few min
utes early, and as they stood waltlug
for the gates to open a tnli young man
rushed by to Mildred and seized her
hand enthusiastically.
"Mamma, this Is Mr. Frank Shipley,
Mrs. Mason's nephew, you know. 1
think 1 spoke of him after her house
pai ty."
The mind of Mildred's mother quick
ly reviewed all her daughter had said
iiiicni this most eligible nephew of her
own old trlend
"1 think you did;"' she said as she
gave hhn her hand. '"Are you going
to the country, too, for the Easter hol
idays?" "I'm running down to Salem a bit
of business."
"Oh, you're taking our train, then?"
"Am I? How Jolly!"
The gates opened then, and he pos
sessed himself of a wrap and an um
brella she was carrylug. helped them
all on. located her. found a seat for
the girls and then dropped down be
bide Mrs. Uronsou a few seats behind
her daughters. And If he watched
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)JJJ dred's brown head
it diti not prevent
devoted attention
to her mother. He
kept up a lively
chatter until the
train had left
Woodbury. She led
him to talk of him
self. She heard of
his life In the
west, of his col
lege In the east,
of his two years
abroad, of bis
plan 8 to go west
again almost at
once and go on
"UAMMA.THIS IS wn.
bUiri.mV
with the work his father's dying hand
had laid down a year before and which
he felt was waiting for him. "Mrs
Brouson," he said snddeuly. "I want to
ask you something."
She looked at Mm keenly, . ( -
Iwnut "Mildred tov inarryj me'. 'I
2ms
want to take her back with mo. I
feel as If my life wns just beginning
and I want her to begin It with me
May I ask her?"
"You haven't already done It?"
"She knows I care n lot," he flushed
guiltily, but he gazed honestly back
Into hci eyea, "The house party did
It. It seems n short time a week
but when you live right In the house
with n girl nnd see her day uud night
for that time It's long enough."
Mrs. Bronson sighed.
"I've been awfully afraid to ask
you. It's so much to ask for, and, be
sides. I've been afraid of you. My
aunt told me you were quite Imposing
tremendously stylish, and so on. You
can't think how relieved I was when
I saw you. I believe," he blundered
on "I believe it's your lint. You're nn
awfully an awfully homey looking
person, you know."
A deeper color shone in Mrs. Brou
son's face and a swift gleam lighted
her youthful, clear brown eyes. She
loaned forward
nnd called softly.
Mildred rose and
came back to her.
"Send Dorothy
hero to me," said
her mother, "nnd
take your young
man nway. I'll
have no such stal
wart looking man
say I look moth
erly to him. And
he Is making re
marks about my
hat. Maybe you
can persuade him
to go to Salem an
other day and get
'SEND DOItOTIIY
here to hi:."
oft at the Taims for dinner with us.
But tnfcu Iitui away, do."
The girls never knew how It hap
pened tint the Salvation Army so
soon fell heir to the ruuabout hut, but
a.fter the wedding, as Frank nnd Mil
dred were speeding toward their new
home in the west, Frank suddenly
burst out. "No. sir. I don't see how I
should ever have had the courage if
It hadn't been for that hat!"
AN EASTER SONG.
By ARTHUR J. BURDICK.
Hang not today with sllont tongues!
Itlng out, ye steeple bells.
And echo from your brazen throats
In glad, triumphant, tuneful notes
The Joy fhat In, us dwells.
Sound on this happy Caster day.
And to the throngs below you say:
"Uejolce. the stone Is rolled away.
Hope lies not In the grave!"
Droop not your petals, blossoms fair.
Your spotless leaves unfold
And come this blessed Easter morn
God's holy altars to adorn.
There show your hearts of gold.
The world gave Christ the thorny crown,
Tho nails, the spear, the curse, the
frown
Come, lilies, shower your Incense down
In recompense today!
Bong, be not silent this glad day.
But lift your notes on high.
Send up the sweet and fervent strain
A grateful, thankful, glad refrain.
With heaven songs to vie.
Shout praises to his holy name
Wno from his home In glory came
To bear our sorrow, sin and shame
That we mlgnt live for ayel
Hearts, be not dumb, but gratitude
Pour out unto our King
Us gave his all that we might live.
Have we no offering to give,
No sacrifice to bring?
At least our homage let us pay
And sincere thanks extend today
That angels rolled the stone away
Hope lies not In the grave!
Some Foreign Easter Customs.
On Easter Russian children receive
presents as our children do on Christ
mas. On Easter Monday people go
nbotit kisiug relatives, friends and
acquaintances nnd exchanging eggs.
These are sometimes very beautiful
ones of glass nnd porcelain and are
filled with sugar plums and presents.
In Ireland children play n game
called "bunching eggs." This Is play
ed with a pan filled with sand or saw
dust, which is set on a table, around
which the children stand, each sup
plied with eggs The eggs of each
player are all of one color nnd are un
like those of the other plnyers. The
object of the game Is for each plaxer
to so place the eggs standing upright
in the snnd as to bring live in a row
touching each other. In turn eadi
player pulls down an egg, sometimes
tilling out a row for herself, at otheis
cutting off the line of an opponent.
The one who first sucioeils In obtain
ing the desired row calls out:
"The raven, chough and crow
Lie live In a ion"
The Early Easter.
And the tanls dilemma.
When Easter dawns acioss the lawns,
With bright effulgence flooding
The plain, the slo; . It brings us hope
Of blowouts freshly budding
When Easter coram, no more benumbs
Our hearts the winter ley.
For there's a hint of su tumor ln't
And springtime odors spicy.
When Easter wakes the sleepy laken
With music's glad appealing
We think no more of winter hoar
And waterways congealing.
When Easter-well, 'twill do to tell,
But when It comes so early
How can we sing (he signs of spring'
And still 'be truthful-nearly?
,-.-" -? T. SAPPj,-
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Cbe Story of
Cbe Resurrection
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IN the end of the sabbath, as it began to dawn to
ward the first day of the we.h. came JWary JVIag
dalenc and the other JWary to sec the sepulchre.
Hnd, behold, there was a great eartbquahe: for
the angel of the Ivord descended from heaven, and
came and roKcd bach the stone from the door, and
sat upon Ct.
Rfe countenance was
UUc lightning, and bis rai
ment white as snow:
Hnd for fear of him
the keepers did sbahc
and became as dead men.
Hnd the angel an
swered and said unto the
women, fear not ye: for I
hnow that ye seek 7csus,
which was crucified.
Re is not here: for
he is risen, as be said.
Come, sec the place where
the kord lay.
Hnd go qulchly, and
tell his disciples that he .
is risen from the dead;
and, behold, be goetb be
fore you into Galilee:
there shall ye see him: lo, I have told you.
Hnd they departed quickly from the sepulchre
with fear and great Joy; and did run to bring bis
disciples word.
Hnd as they went to tell his disciples, behold,
7esus met them, saying, Hll bail. Hnd they came
and held him by the feet and worshipped him.
Chen said 7esus unto them, Be not afraid: go
tell my brethren that they go into Galilee, and there
shall they see me.
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By RODER1 CORNELL
I BELIEVE that with every
Easter dawn a fuller efful
gence, of spiritual light Illu
minates the earth. Easter spells
optimism. Tho optimist is the
only nnturnllzcd citizen of the
universe. He is, indeed, a uni
versal denizen, owner of tho
sphere ho trends and Inheritor
of stars.
Optimism mentis belief in tho
eternal goodness, acceptance of
so called evil In the full contl
dence that tho evolutionary proc
esses of dlvlno nature nro work
ing with absolute certainty to
ward ultimate perfection.
In my view the person who
docs not believe in the prepon
derance of tho good over tho evil
upon this earth has uo right to
call himself n Christian, no
does not believe In Christ, who
believed in humanity nnd loved
even those who' persecuted him.
Ho does uot beliove In God, for
God Is the lnnunnent essence of
good residing In nil things.
Easter Is both pagun and Chris
tian. Centuries before tho Naz
nreno proclaimed good will to
men tho pagan optimists cele
brated tho return of spring as
the awakening, tho rebirth, the
resurroctlou of life out of appar
ent death,
Every day's dawn is an Easter
morning to tho optimist. Tho
spirit of aspiration shnkes off its
lethargy of the night as n use
less garment nnd goca forth
each new day to higher alti
tudes of endeavor,
Thero wns a period in the past
century when n movement cnll
cd transcendentalism stirred the
souls of thinking men. Ralph
Waldo Emerson wns its high
priest. Emerson was tho tran
scendent optimist Ho acknowl
edged no evil In the uuiverse.
He know only that which was
good and held fast thereto.
We cannot all be Emersonian
In Intellect, but we can transcend
our environment. Many of us
arc down amid tho murk and the
muck, but -we can look up into
the light and by hitching out
wagons to tho stars be drawn up
ward Into liberty. Grhr bludg
eons our heads, but It need not
bow them. Sorrow pierces our
hearts, but It need uot brenk
thenu If we believe in the jus
tice of the Infinite, these little
temporal lives will become to us
only as Incidents in the irresisti
ble upwnrd leading of the eter
nal. Life is the supreme fact. Eas
ter exemplifies the triumph of
life. Let us bellevo only in life,
refusing to be domineered by
the unsubstantial wraith called
death, refusing to be diverted
thereby from "the upward look
ing and tho light." Then will
Easter bo to us the most signifi
cant, the must Inspiring, the
most uplifting of all the days
that dawn
&3P3&'vW?
"Call Me Early."
If you'ro waking call me early; ctll me
early, mother doar.
For tomorrow will bo Easter-let us hope
It may be clear
And you know how long It takes, me
when 1 want to look my best
Ere I finish my complexion and can get
completely dressed.
There ure many jealous women who will
stare when 1 appear,
Bo, If you're waking, call me call me
early, molier dear.
My hat cost fourteen dollars, marked from
twenty, us you know
It had been a little .damaged. They will
never guess It, though
Tliey will think I paid the twenty, not a
8lnglo penny less,
And their eyes will do some bulging when
they see me come. I guess.
The weather man has promised that it
shall be warm and clear.
Therefore, If you're waking, call me call
me early, mother dear
And nly gown and wrap! Oh, mother,
they're the best I've ever had!
If the day is only decent I will be su
pro mel y glad.
I'll Insist on being seated near the pulpit,
und I'll smile
In a sweet, angello manner as I travel
down tho aisle
Gut the cook's alarm clock from her. Set
It and then keep It near
And be sure to call me early call me
eaily, mother dear.
The Old Story.
I know not why It Is, but every year
'the story seems nioio wondrous strange
and new.
I bend above my Illy buds to hear
Them whisper softly what I know U
true
,That winter's past; ,
jThat, spring comes fast; '
TtJat life and Joy are here at lastt
Gaster Opening
By KATHLEEN DOU0LAS.
Copyright, 1910, by American Press Asso
ciation.
T
IIEKE! Everything's ready at
last. Land o' Goshen, theso
Easter openln's almost take
my llfol I'm as tired as a
dog. Hero comes olo Mis' Williams.
She'll nose everything over, like as not,
and then uot buy anything olo fooll
"How do, Mia' Williams? Anythiug
In particular I can show you today7
Just wnnt to look around a llttlo? Do!
Hero's ono of tho latest modolB
'tha fcstlvo tnatrou' very chick, ain't
It? Would you like to try it on? Too
big, do you think? Well, yon know
most of the hats this year arc liko nt
tnrmobilo tires.
"Wnlk right In, Mis' 8Itnpson. Tired?
Set right down on that lop. Here, John
ny, tnke this stool, and Lotty can hev
this hassock (liopo Bho won't get every
thlngstuck tip with tlmt candy). Johnuy
enmo near beln' drowned last month
took nn hour to rusticate hlni? Land
sokes alive! Well, I've always said chil
dren wuz a Bartln care, but nn unsartln
blcssln'. You wnnt somethln plain
and dark? How do you like this? No;
that nln't a bnt with a fuchsia in Its
mouth; it's nn owl with a rosebud.
"Good afternoon, Mis' Goodrich.
Yes, a beautiful day. How well
you're iookin'! My, but you've re-,
nowed your age this spring! There's
notbin like workln in tho gnrdlng.
Sally Tucker marricdl You don't
Bay! Well. I am
surprised. She
wns nn a w f ti 1
hand for tho boys,
but I tell you
when a gal seta
on" two stool a she
usually cuds by
set tin on tho
floor. Who'd she
many? That art
1st feller? Land,
he didn't know
enough to come
In when it rain
ed, but ho did
paint beautiful "vehv chick, aik't
hens, though I "T"
never did care much for hens, they're
.such nwful fools, nnd you know the Bi
ble says we mustn't have nothln to do
with fools. I never thought he'd mar
ry, neither; he was so nwful In love
with hlsKolf It must 'a' seemed most
like pcrpetratln' bigamy. Well, u
man doesn't come off fool's hilt till
he's twenty-flu or so. and then wiuu
times he has to be knocked off Did
you know that Ebciie.ei' Cook It d
married again? They s.iy lie and til.s
wife used to ipmrri'l MiuietUin" terrl
bul. One day he i!x up and saM,
Well t'ti'.l.'e the limine' 'All rlgV
sny iije. '! will You ran hv the
outs'de, unl I'll take the Inside.
Tlmt lint looks awful h.t:tii""n" '
you Mis' Alh-ti. I thought of j m
when I saw t'"1 rondel In Nu 'i.
Al-J't that i"oterH tall i.-"!"ilv tV
llfellk.': 'Ami iht cherrle-f at f'e lu.-lt
Is f.tlrly temptl '. Y'u want t .ir
It home? tVitr'tly. t ,uirgis',s 'i,
very well! .(Jcotlby 4 "
V,v. I'd lie to lu'linuruUl t", 'it
busbari1 He's wvufliviy lie".' sjovU In
a whlKf"- if It would wive 'U i-e
P.ut re'lTlnis! They n-tr i''i"'i'i' "ti
eMIIicellrt eolllPS to t:Vh .? AII'MI
wear ct the Ut-ees of ills pa. .is
got tin rellclcii. but. pueke"woo7!e. I
guess he wears out the setts of Vnt
uuk''Jrtlir hpfere tho year' nut He
come In hero one night nnd set d-ivn
and be;mn groanlu like. You lit) iw
he wears his hair way down mi to
his shoulders What's his idee In
bavin It long that way. I wonder? Per
haps he thinks what'll keep the cold
out will keep the
heat In. bill If I
was his wife I'd
'take a pair of,
shears and cut It
all off home night.
Well, he kept on
monuln. ami. sez
I, 'What's the
matter?" I don't
know,' sez he,
leanln' bis beat!
on his two hands.
'1 feel awful
bad. Sometimes
I think It's re-
"ai.n't that noosT- llglon.' sez he.
Kit's tail beauti- 'and sometimes
ful?" i think It's
worms.' 'Better take n big dose of
thoroughwort when you get home,'
sez I, 'and find out,' 1 ain't got no
patience with a man like that. He's
the kind Aniaudy Tompkins says hain't
got one redeemln ice.Goln Mis' Wil
liams? Looks n llttlo like rain, but it's
clear overhead. What say? You ain't
goln' that way? He-he! Goodby, My,
but she's awful funny! Did you ever
henr how she come over tho border
from Cancrdy with uii alarm clock:
tied up in her bustle? Just as the
.itistom house ornter come along; th
alarm .went off to beat the band,"