A SONG.
A song rolled out of n heart one day,
And It drifted over i distant bay.
It carried a message of hope and chcor,
And Its chnrm was breathed In a llst'nlng ear;
For It soothed the brown Hint were lined with care,
And It stayed tho white In the midnight hair;
It whispered the calm of n heart at rest;
And It stilled the ache In the troubled breast.
A psalm to defy all hopeleHS fears,
A song that will live for a thousand yearn.
Wnverley Magazine.
If A CALL IN BUSINESS HOURS I
fllU young man at the desk was
busy, very busy. He wan al
ways busy. He made a special
ty of hard work. No doubt he carried
the fad too far. Ills complexion had
lost Its ruddy glow, his inuseloH weru
relaxing. But ho worked on.
The fact Is, he was determined to
iticcecd. He wanted fame and he
vantcd money, Ho wanted fame for
tself, and ho wanted money because It
ncant power. It meant something else
to lilin at least he hoped It did
lomcthlng so far away that It made
him gasp to think that he could over
itrctch put his arms for it.
John Hammond often said to him
John Hammond was his partner and
rery Rood friend
"Jim Warwick, you're putting too
much fuel Into your firebox. You'll
have nothing to fall back upon when
rou need u Httlo reserve force. Slack
up, my boy, and take things easier.
Wo are doing well enough. This Is a
rising linn. Wo are going to climb
til right and there's no use taking any
ihort cut to the summit. Put on the
brakes, my lad."
So spoke John Hammond, throe-and-thirty,
to James Warwick, nine-and-hventy.
It was the voice of experi
ence and the voice of wisdom, but
lames Warwick wasn't ready to heed
It.
Once In a while John Hammond
flrew him Into society, pleasant little
card parties, a theater party once, and
once a dance. John Hammond's wife
liked Jim everybody liked him, for
that matter there hadn't been a more
popular man at college and she de
voutly wished that ho would encounter
some charming girl, who would lure
him away from that littered desk for
a reasonable portion of the time.
There was such a girl, but Anna
Kammond, for all her cleverness,
ever dreamed of her Identity. And
Jim Warwick scarcely dared to dream
It either.
Jim was alone in the office this Jan-
nary afternoon. Hammond's wife had
called for him and ho had gone away
with her. She Jiad put her bright face
tor a moment In the doorway.
I "All work and no play makes Jim
dull boy," she cried. "I want you
lo como to dinner Sunday, and you arc
ping with us to the theater next week.
Dood-by."
And Jim, looking after her, felt that
Hammond was a very lucky man.
Presently ho pushed the papers back
tnd lifted his head with a little sigh.
fie even loaned back and pushed his
land through his thick hair. He felt
, sudden Impulse to grab his hat and
in away. Was the game worth the
ttndle?
Ho put his tooth together with a
lharp click and seized his pencil again.
"Lady wants to see you, sir."
It was the voice of the olllce boy
the doorway.
"Tell hor Mr. Hammond is out."
"Asked for you, sir."
Warwick frowned.
"I'm very busy." lie looked around.
Are you sure she asked for mo?"
"Sure. She said, 'I want to see Mr.
Warwick.' "
Jim leaned over his papers again.
"Show her in," he sutd.
He did not hear the light footfall as
the visitor entered. He was not aware
of her presence until her pleasant voice
clectrllled him.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Warwick."
He turned sharply and arose. A
dull red suddenly surged to his cheeks.
"MIbs Ormsby," he stammered.
She put out her slim hand, and he
took It timidly.
"How do you do, Mr. Warwick?"
Thank you," ho replied, "I am
fulto well."
She looked at him critically.
"Are you sure?" she asked. "I
fancy I havo seen you when you looked
less tired."
"I am quite well," he repeated. IIo
was still dazed by her sudden appear
ance. "Will you take a chair?"
"Yes, thank you," she answered.
"Do I Interrupt you at an Inopportune
moment?"
"Not at nil," ho replied, as ho pushed
the papers back.
"I warn you," she said, "that my
business will take a little time."
"I am quite at your service," War-
Vlclc said. He was beginning to feel
more at his ease. He knew that he
hadn't appeared at his best. Siie had
turtlcd him by entering In this unex
peeled manner. He never could have
dreamed that such a call was possi
ble. Yet there she was, almost beside
him, her fair presence filling the dingy
room with radiance. There was a lit
tle silence.
"This is entirely a coufldenlial mat
ter, Mr. Warwick."
He ho wed and waited, but she
seemed at a loss for further words.
Yet the glance from her clear gray
eyes did not waver.
".Mr. Warwick," she presently said,
"l fancy I havo known you much
longer than you Imagine."
She mot ills surprised look with a
little smile.
"I cannot understand," lie said, "how
you have this advantage if advan
tage it may be called."
"Do you remember Arthur Rldgo
ley?" "I remember an Arthur Rldgeley
who was a college man."
"Arthur Illdgeley is my half broth
er."
"Hut ho never told me."
"1 have no doubt he told you he had
a sister."
"Yes, I remember now. I was a
tutor then. He did tell me of his sis
ter. He seemed proud of hor."
She nodded.
"Arthur and 1 arc quite alone in the
world. We are very dear to each oth
er." .She paused lor a moment. "You
were kind to the delicate boy, Mr.
Warwick. He never wrote me with
out telling of some new favor at your
hands." Warwick stirred uneasily, but
she gave him no chance to speak.
"You were his hero as well as bene
factor. 1 cannot tell you how my own
heart throbbed with gratitude when I
read those letters. I knew what an
effort it was for Arthur to keep up
with his college work. His health was
always in a precarious condition. I
think he would have given up long be
fore he did If it had not been for your
encouragement and your help."
"You magnify It so," said Warwick.
"Really, it was very little. 1 liked
Arthur and It was natural that I
should feel a sympathy for him. That
is all there was of it. Arthur made
too much of It."
She shook her head.
"I have my own opinion about that,"
she said. "Any way, you gained his
warmest admiration." Sho opened her
shopping bag and drew out two let-
"I AM QUITK AT YOUK SKKVIOK."
ters. One she let fall in her lap, the
other sho opened. "Here," sho said,
"Is the last letter he wrote before he
was taken away from the school. I
will read you an extract from it." She
spread out the sheet. " 'I cannot tell
you how kind and thoughtful Jim
Warwick continues to be. I couldn't
sleep last night, and ho sat up with
me. Ho quite made mo forget the
pain. And to think of such a lino,
husky fellow bothering over a wretch
ed runt like me! He's tho only man I
havo ever met mat i tiiougnt was
good enough for you, sis and I can't
make It any stronger than that' "
Her voice was clear and steady as
sho read this, and her checks did not
Hush.
Warwick started, but glib of tongue
as ho usually was, ho could think of
nothing to say.
The girl quickly refolded tho letter,
"I havo wanted to tell you how
grateful I was," she said slowly, "but
this seems to bo the lirst chance
have had. Wo have met u number of
times at social gatherings, but you
have seemed to avoid me. Perhaps this
was only fancy on my part. Any way
you gave me no chance to speak to
yen about rthur." Warwick tried to
ay somcudnc, but sho stopped mm
again. "I had a letter from Arthur
yesterday that prompted mo to come
hero." She lifted the letter from hor
lap and hclij It lovingly. Then she laid
it down agiln.
"Where is Arthur?" the young man
softly asked.
"In the Hawaiian Islands with a
trusty man. It seems to be tho only
climate thnt will keep him alive. Ho
In on one of the smaller Islands, high
up above the sea level. He can never
leave there."
Warwick nodded in profound sym
pathy. "May I write to him?" he asked.
"Walt!" she said, "until I have quite
finished." She drew a long breath.
"Let me leave this subject for a mo
ment," she Biild, "l have something
else to tell you. You know, I think,
that Jotham Garth has managed my
estate for mnny years ever since my
father's death left mo an orphan. He
feels that he Is too old to continue to
bear the growing responsibility. He
has asked ino to find some one else to
take the burden from ids hands. Will
your firm accept it, Mr. Warwick?"
He was fairly staggered.
"Why, of course we will," he blurt
ed out. "I beg your pardon. You sur
prised me so." He laughed suddenly.
"1 beg your pardon again," ho said,
"but can you assure me that I am
quite awake?"
She gently smiled.
"1 can," she said. "And now I must
ask you to forgive me for bringing the
sordlJ clement Into what was Intended
to bo purely a sentimental call. I have
done It to show you that I have con
fidence In your Integrity and your abil
ity. 1 have done it to show thnt I am
truly grateful for your kindness to my
sick brother."
"Whatever your motive," murmured
Warwick, "l accept the trust and
thank you."
"The transfer of the papers will be
made at any time you prefer," said the
girl. "The business may necessitate
'several calls at my home. Will you
attend to this, or would you prefer to
have Mr. Hammond tako it in charge?"
"I will come." he quickly said.
She smiled at his sudden vehemence.
"Merely business calls," he mur
mured. She looked at him quizzically.
"Perhaps you will call' this a good
afternoon's work?" she said.
"A great afternoon's work, Miss
Ormsby."
"Then it might appear to follow that
you might reward yo'urself with. a two
weeks' vacation."
He shook his head.
"Tho vacation will have to wait,"
he said.
"That's bad. But really, it seems to
me as if I might have something to
say about It. If my business man
shows signs of overwork It is to my
Interest to Immediately order him to
take a rest. I want bright and healthy
as well as honest men to servo me.
Do yo.u understand, Mr. Warwick?"
"I understand that you are very
kind and thoughtful, Miss Ormsby,
and that I am under great obligations
to you." He drew a long breath.
"Do you know," he said, "that I felt
just a little discouraged before you
came In? The way upward suddenly
seemed long, and the road so rough.
And and I wanted to climb so fast."
"And why have you wished to climb
so fast, Mr. Warwick?"
He looked away, and his face was
troubled.
"I can't tell you that, Miss Ormsby,"
he said, "at least not now. Some day
perhaps " Ho suddenly paused as
f amazed at his own temerity.
She watched him with a steady
gaze.
Regard me as your friend, Mr,
Warwick," she said In her earnest
way. "Any confidence yeu may repose
In me will be held sacred, as you
know." She hesitated. "I have not
quite done," she added, and her voice
sank a little. "I had a letter from Ar
thur yesterday. Here it is." She
lifted tho letter from her lap and drew
out the enclosure. Then she shifted
her chair a little, so the light was at
her back and her face In shadow.
Slowly she spread out the sheet, and
verv slowly sho read the written
words.
"Sis, I am going to talk to you again
about Jim Warwick. I suppose being
alone out here for Gresham doesn't
count with so much sea and sky to
look at, and the harsh cries of the sea
birds at your ears, and the surf for
ever breaking on the sands, a fellow
can't help getting bras tn ids head,
and nursing them and turning them
over, and holding them dear, and
keeping a tight grip on them when ho
begins to think he's going mad. And
tho idea I've got In my head now
though it isn't a new one is that you
and Jim Warwick should marry. I
know the end Is near, bIs. It's only
a muUer of a few months may be
weeks. But I'm going to keep alive
until ! hear from you and Jim. When
I stoi' my pen and you don't know
how tiio writing tires me and look up
at those eternal mountains against tho
eternal blue sky, It seems to me that
there aro wavering shapes that hover
about the trembling peaks, and they
hockoi, beckon, and it's a fancy of
mine 'hat they aro waiting there for
For you ret queer ideas here,
wltk the surf forever throbbing in
your cars and the cries of the birds
Jarring on your brain. I want to be nt
peace. But, somehow, I don't feel that
I can go until I know just how it
stands with you and Jim. You wrote
me that you had met him and that
you liked him and that's all. I can't
see how he could help liking you; Did
you try to make hlui like you, sis? I
know what it is. It's your money that
frightens him. Jim would rather die
than have It thought that he was a
fortune hunter. Honest old Jim! Do
you know what I've done? I've gone
down on the beach and turned my face
to tho east and I've tried to Influence
Jim across the trembling waters and
mako him fond of you and if there's
anything in telepathy, I've succeeded.
Of course, this Is a sick man's fancy.
It's that and nothing more. I can't
bear to think of leaving you all alone.
If you had Jim it would be all right.
1 tell you, sis, if you hud any nerve
you'd tnko this letter down to 1dm and
read it aloud. It would not be your
voice, you know. It would be a voice
from afar It would be the pleading
cry of a passing soul."
She stopped suddenly with a low
sob, and the letter slipped from her
fingers.
Warwick's eyes were on tho papers
that strewed his desk, but he suddenly
looked up. Then 'he softly arose and
closed the door tightly and slowly
came back. And the girl, with her
hands before her face, sobbed above
the letter.
"Miss Ormsby," said Warwick, "I
cannot begin to tell you how 1 appre
ciate the beautiful devotion that has
prompted this act. Let us believe that
you were Influenced by the prayer that
has gone out to you from that frail
body pacing tho lonely beach. It may
be this influence that emboldens me
to say what 1 might never have
dreamed of saying. For Arthur is
right, Miss Ormsby. it Is your wealth
that has kept mo from you. It is for
you that 1 have tolled here, and hoped
and struggled. From the first time
I saw you I knew you were the one
woman In tho world. I am glad to tell
you this, Miss Ormsby. May 1 may I
write it to Arthur?"
He waited until she slowly raised
her tear-stained face.
'I thank you for your confession,"
she softly said, "and I know you to bo
an honorable man. Otherwise I could
not have come." She paused, and her
voice trembled when sho resumed.
"And why may not that gentle spirit
have influenced me, too?" sho softly
said.
Ho stared at her, and his face sud
denly flushed.
"Mary Ormsby," he abruptly said,
"will you be my wife?"
She put both her hands in his.
"We will write that letter together,"
sho said. Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Fish Hull Fttlao Tiseth.
II. S. Noble, a well-known traveler,
was at the American House, Denver,
and with him he brought one of his
stories with which he has thrilled the
nation at least that Is what he says
about them. Mr. Noble, It seems, hnd
occasion, a few years ago to visit near
Akron, Ohio, where Is located a lake
famous for Its fishing.
"It was about this way," said Mr.
Noble, "and there Is no question about
the absolute truth of the statements I
am about to make. I was fishing in
the lake, for fishing is one of my fall
ings. I had not had very good luck
so far that summer, and that was two
years ago and I was getting Just about
tired enough to cut It all out and go
home.
"On the day in question I received
a mighty tug at my line, and after
four hours' hard work 1 landed some
thing In the shape of tho largest fish
I ever saw In fresh water. I have
never been able to learn the name of
it. It certainly was an awful fish for
size. The Jaw of the animal measur
ed some five feet, and In the jaw Is
the Interesting part of the story. On
examination the fish had for teeth
In its lower jaw a cross-cut saw.
When the saw was more closely exam
ined the name of the man who had
lost it was found. The saw had been
lost In the lake some two winters be
fore by a man who was cutting Ice.
The fish, which was an old one, and
had lost its lower teeth, simply used
the saw for a set of false teeth. Tho
saw served Its purpose remarkably
well. The fish is now on exhibition In
the store of n prominent hardware
man lu Akron." Chicago Inter Ocean.
Assistance.
"Which of these books or periodi
cals would you recommend?" asked
the woman with n pleasant smile.
"Well, lady," answered the boy who
was attending to the depot news stand,
it depends. If you want genuine flrst-
class Information I'd sell you dls copy
of de Sportln' News, but If you jis
wants Bomethln' to t'row at de Pull
man porter I'd recommend dls substantial-bound
book by Ilerbert Spen
cer." Washington Star.
Kuuio Oooiipm ion.
Man of the House You're a bird;
nron t yoiw
Tramp Well, I'm picking up n llv
lug wherever I can. Detroit Free
Press.
h-H-r-M"H-i-
OLD
FAVORITES
The Old Familiar Face.
I have had playmates, i have had com
panions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful
school days
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
I have been laughing, I have been carous
ing, Drinking late, sitting Into, with my
bosom cronies
All, all aro gone, the old familiar faces.
I loved a love once, fairest among
women;
Closed are her doors on me, I must not
see her
All, all are gone, tho old familiar faces.
I have a friend, a kinder friend has no
man;
Like an ingrate, I left my friend ab
ruptly;
Left him to muse on the old familial
faces.
Ghost-like I pace round the haunts ol
my childhood,
I'hirth seem oil a desert I was hound to
traverse,
Seeking to find the old familiar faces.
Friend of my bosom, thou more than a
brother,
Why wert not thou born in my father's
dwelling?
So might we talk of the old familiar
faces
How some they have died, and some they
have left me,
And some are taken from me; all are
departed
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Charles Lamb.
Speed Away,
Speed away! speed away! on thine errand
of light
There's a young heart awaiting thy com
ing to-night;
She will fondlo thee close, she will ask
for the loved,
Who pine upon earth since the "Day
Star" has roved,
She will ask if they miss her, co long it
her stay.
Speed away! speed away! speed away
And, oh! wilt thou tell her, blest bird od
the wing,
That her mother bath ever a sad sonj
to sing;
That she standeth alone in the still, quiet
night,
And her fond lieart goes forth for tin
being of light,
Who had slept in her bosom but whe
would not stay?
Speed away! speed away! speed away!
Go, bird of the silver wing! fetterlcsi
now;
Stoop not thy bright pinions on yon
mountain's brow;
But hie thee away, o'er rock, river and
glen,
And find our young "Day Star," er
night close again;
Up, onward! let nothing thy mission de
lay, Speed away! speed away! speed awayl
Isaac B. Woodbury.
Ac a Turkish Bookstall
A writer, who spent much of hli
early life in Turkey, observed thai
Turkish books and booksellers weri
amongst the curious features of th
country. "The Turkish booksellers,
he said, "has a soul above trade. Ila
rarely or never attempts to push his
wares, and will cheerfully turn his
attention from a likely purchaser to
one who (being a lover of literature)
merely wishes to talk with him about
books. Ho treasures some of his niort
valuable books so greatly that he ca
hardly be induced to sell them, ab
though they form part of his stock in
trade. It Is only In disposing of th
Koran that his commercial talents arl
seen. There Is a law forbidding tht
sale of this sacred book, because it
Is essential to the salvation of evcrj
M'nnlr- nun f.h lmnlf sollpr is siinnnqprt
... g " - - 1--
to give it away. So he does; but in
tills fashion: You make him a prea
ent of fifty plastros, and he makei
you a present of the Koran! Manj
of the books displayed by the boolo
seller are In manuscript, which thi
old-fashioned Turks esteem mon
highly than print."
OPEN AIR FOR BEAUTY.
The votary of the open air treatment
for beauty is well wrapped up and oc
cupies a lounge chair out of doors,
with her feet raised from tho ground,
every day and In any weather, bui
especially when the sun shines.
A inun feels a grievance because hia
wife wants to go everywhere he goes
except when ho conies to die, and then
he feels wronged because she is to bo
left behind.
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