WINTER UP
Well, Dorcas, I've been tiidnkin' pi our summer folks to-day,
How nurd Uicy thought our lot must bo In winter np this wayj
But nono lu all their crowded street this morndn' saw tho sight
Of sunshine ovor plains of snow and on tho mountains white,
Ami after mornln' chores was done, the deoetrlck all turned out
To break Die roads and neighbor itoine ,wlth many a hoarly shout;
Till, Jest beyond Plvo Corners, from the deep drifta we act free
With letters, books and magazines, our gritty It. F. D.
Hark, DorcasI Tlioro the young folks come, that's Nathan's buglo born!
I smell molasses bllln', and another that's popcorn;
I brought a tray of apples up, big greenln's, Nortiliern Spies,
And 1 do sny they can't bo beat for flavor and for size.
Tls merry music, mother, when Iho young folks take tho floor,
And Boreas knows ho's beaten when ho whistles round tho door.
I wish tho city folks to-night could Jest look In a while,
Perhaps their anxious faces would reflect a happy smile.
Yes, Dorcas, yes, I know It, life Is more than meat and drink;
Wo lovo the winter days because they glvo us time to think.-
To look beyond tho glory of tho shlnln, snowy hills,
And see ft fairer country, which a brighter glory Alls;
A light that shines upon us with a wondrous power to cheer,
And lift our hearts with liopo and praise through ail the tollin' year.
And bo I wish our summer folks could And a day's release,
And visit us in winter, In the mountain wo call Peace.
Youth's Companion.
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l00 HERE a canyon opens out
utl,f-bowl-,Iko t0 010 80a is
Laguna, a tiny placo far
m from a railroad, There tho bench
terminated on either hand by rocks,
on thorn tho wild Pacific rends Its
reast; or hero lies purring on warm
id Ilko a cat upon a hearth.
From El Toro tho stage comes rat
ling through the canyon at dusk, and
posited Harrison Hatcher and wife
r the largest of those wooden houses
pat face tho beach. On tho porch was
1 sign, "Rooms for Rent.
They, an eager young couple, en
tered a large living apartment; aud
lrs. Mlggs sat there knitting. In a
Corner, bent over a table, whereupon
fcrcro cards, which told the hours of
Jdgh and low tide, sat a very old
fcian.
"Hero we are again!" cried Jonnlo
ptatcher. "Just ilis last year, ready for
toother vacation. How is the crop
pt abalones?"
Bho gave Mrs. Mlggs an enthusiastic
"You see," said Ratchcr, "we're so
id to get out of Los Angeles and
o curio storo that wo want to jump
iht Into tho sea. We'll gather ab-
kloncs. The demand for shells Is big
the store."
Plump, placid Mrs. Mlggs pointed n
terurnb to her pile of abalonc shells
fcader a window. Slio had sharks
hggv In a bowl, starfish on tho wall,
knd barnacles and things all over the
house.
"See," sho said, "how many old Mr.
fones has got for mo."
Old Jones was mumbling in his
$enrd: "0:48 a. m., December the
third. Lowest In sixty-two years.
JDwo more days."
Some of the shells had been ground,
End glowqd with tho light and color
ig that have niado California shells
anions.
If they aro so plentiful," cried .Ten
ia, "wo can rnako our vacation ox-
iHeo out of abalones. Oh, Mrs.
Ilggo, how we have slaved! And poor
tarrison half sick! Wo arc building
pp a trade; and in ji few years, may-
lie, wo shall bo out of debt!"
Old Jones hero arose and faced Jen
pie, who was a picture of optimism
nd health. There was a wide smile
frn his countenance, which was hag
gard and startling.
"Come horol" Bald Jones, and tod
Ued to a window. , Tho Hatchers
itared whero he pointed. Ills voice
was like tho rustling of damp papers.
Down that way there ain't none."
He swept his hand to tho south. His
fcye on them diluted. "Don't go that
Way. Go up this way!" no swept his
Wry hand to the north.
"Oh, thanks!" said Jennie, Inclined
to edge away from him. And Ratchcr
laughed big bass gratitude at the In
formation. "How old are you?" shouted Ratchcr.
"Oh, don't yell," said Jones. "Ninety-five.
-I'll go to bed."
no mumbled, and wont up tho stairs.
Ills old legs wobbled. Ho was saying
Jo himself: "0:1(1, December tho third,
iiowcst in sixty-two."
Up ho climbed; now his head disap
peared; now his withered trunk; now
his rickety legs. They heard his foot
falls, soft and strange, along an upper
Vail. Old Jones had left a chill be
hind.
"Who Is that peculiar person V'. Jmi
pie whispered to Mrs. Mlggs.
"Some old sailor," was tho Mlggs
reply. "He came two years ago, anil
vas always studying tho tides, Just as
aow; and seemed to be watching for
romething that didn't occur; and then
t u sudden he dropped out of sight.
A week ago bore he was again, tod
lUng ir "
Next day the winter sun "'jw umaviu
THIS WAY.
si
Mrs. Hatcher wis nn inspiring thing in
her bathing suit, running down over
tho siuid like on antelope, more health
In her than in three ordinary men. And
Into tho sea sho plunged, shouting, her
jolly, big hollow-chested husband alter.
When they emerged, yonder was old
Jones gazing at them through a win
dow.
"Ho makes me cold," shuddorcd Jen
nie, stopping In a laugh.
Hut Ratehor roared with merriment
Then Jones' peculiar head was thrust
far out over tho roof of Mrs. Mlggs'
porch, and while the haggard face
smiled widely bland, the head wagged
three times to the north. Jones shut
oijo eye us he waggod.
"Horrors, what does tho creature
mean?" said she.
"Ho means to hunt to the north. He
said that there aro no abalones to tho
south."
"Mercy, lot's do It, and get out of
lus sight," sho said; and -went skim
mlng tho sand and leaping tho rocks,
he after, In tho search for abalones.
After an hour, when she had been
felled by a billow, sho poked her glow
ing head up through its crest and be
hold! tho eye of old Jones. Old Jones
was seated on a crag seventy feet
high.
"Horrors!" she said; "look at him."
Hatcher paused with a mammoth
yellow abalono in his hand, and stood
l. IT....! rt l .
in iuur lvuL oi waier, gazing up as
tuougn Jones had been a comet. Old
Jones' horrible head was thrust out
lurthor ovor the uneven edge of his
precipice, and wagged three times, ma
jestic, yet gnauy, to tho north, ne
shut one eye. as he wagged,
"What a lugubrious mortal!" said
sue.
That night old Jones seamed feoblei
as ho sat In Mrs. Mlggs' house, mum
bung ovor his tide-cards. Now am
then his old eye gazed at Jennie, sus
pielous and uneasy. She was so alarm
Ingly healthy, no wonder sho got upon
tue nerves of anybody so near his
grave as old Jones. Mrs. Miggs was
stringing limpet shells from the hang
ing lamp. Mrs. Miggs had big. re(
crawfish in a pan. Old Jonas went up
to oca in ramshackle way; his head dis
appeared; bis trunk; his logs. They
heard his rustling footfalls grow faint
in tho hall above.
Tho wills of Unit house wore verv
thin. , In the night. Jennie Hotelier
awoko from her vigorous sl6op with s
seuso of quucrne.se. Rut all she heard
was old Jones in a distant rootu mum
ble and ramble in wakefulness,: and
say: "Two more days. Oh, mo."
llurd Mrs. Hatcher not baen ouo of
tho most extraordinarily healthy wom
en tlnat over drow breath, sho would
nave slept no more. Rut she did sleejy
shades! how Mrs. Harrison Ratehor
could sleep!
The following afternoon, again in
bathing suit and gamboling beyond all
reason, sho went over the rocks with
her husband, who grinned, half-stupe-lied
at her vim. To tho roar she saw
old Jones creeping out of the house
with his oyo fastened on hor.
"Harrison," sho whispered, where
Mr. Hatcher stood poised on a crag,
and hugged him in Uo sight of gossip
ing sengullsfl "that old thing yonder
ho's fooling us. I see right through
Iilin. Ugh I See his bad eye! I know
that there must be oodles of abalones
under those southern rocks, and what
that old specimen says is Intended to
deceive. I'm going to slip down and
go to that very place."
And 'ho rubbed hor nose on Mr.
Hatcher's cheek, as though she were
shotting it, then charged down Jagged
places to the sea. When she was hid
down there sho crept: southward to the
-wvt owhara tho '-neks und and the
beach beftoo. Away across the sand
nho flow.
Yonder across tho gnp tho (southern
rocks rose, and Hatcher saw hor dis
appear among them; then perceived
old Jontd, fifty yards behind him,
stare, wag hie liead, and grow agitated.
Of a Buddcn, d6wn ovor the rocks and
out aero- the wind to tho south, queer
Jones, with rickety haste,. eyes ablaze,
went toddling. And Hatcher sat down
on tho rocks und shook with laughter,
but lalor lollowed Jones.
Jennie, making Hying leaps over in
credible gulfs between rocks, was find-
ng quantities of abalones.
"That shameless old codger!" cried
die, and stood gazing round at the
wild spot wherein she found herself,
or sticking her too into the sea-anc-
mncs to sec thorn shut up round it und
squirt. Thou she felt a chill, and
turnod quickly to look up. Over a rock
that hung ubovo her, projected tho rag
ged head of Jones, twelve feet distant,
against tho uufathomablo California
sky.
Mercy! Got away," sold Mrs. Rat
ehor.
"Say, coino out," rustled old Jones.
His countenance had a dreadful look.
"Come north, along of me, to whero
your husband is, I'll tell you about
Dana."
"About what?"
"I sailed wltfi Dana," cried the old
man, hoarsely, over the rock. "With
Richard Henry Dana in tho Pilgrim
away back In tho thirties. You read
'Two Years Before tho Mast'?"
"Oh, surely I" cried Mrs. Rateher,
making such a jump to the shore that
Jones rubbed his eyes.
Come away; I'll show you where we
throw tho hides down," he said.
"Hurrah. 1" cried Mrs. Hatcher; and
sprinted on the sands to moot Hatcher.
"What do you think! This old exhibit
was with Dana."
The exhibit came toddling along.
"Here," ho mumbled,, excuted, pulling
them by the clothes. "You can't see
the place unless you come away to the
north."
Old Jones could make pretty fair
tlmo himself when ho had a mind to.
Ratchcr was laughing, to Jennie's
disgust, and she hit him on tho back.
But It was all tragic to Jones. The
sweat stood out on his brow.
When they came to the Summit of
tho northern rocks, ho stood wind-
shaken aiiu dlalpldated under the cir
cling gulls, and pointed to a distant
cliff.
"Yonder," he said, "we throw them
down. The ship was gathering hides
from tho Mexicans to sell in Boston.
To every old mlislon up and down tho
coast wo went Oh, me. Queer days.
The captain was a tough one. At San
Juan Caplstrano, behind that moun
tain, they collected many, and brought
'cm yonder. We climbed up there, and
throw them to the beach. Oh, how
they would skim and fly like birds!
Oh, mo. And right in the middle of
that cliff they let Dana down by a
rope for one that stuck. Seems yes
terday. Dana was a brave strlplln',
but ho had a mean streak."
"What!" cried Jennie, rebelling.
"Yes," said Jones, "he done me
dirt."
The old man would say no more,
Watchful, feeble, ho clung to Ratchcr
aud his wife all day like a leech. They
agreed to go south no more till they
could do it secretly. They felt sorry
for the wobbling old codger.
At night Mrs. Rateher ate dozens of
' i i - ..t
suces or oacon, not i mention eggs.
"Oh, Mrs. Mlggs!" sho whispered, "I
know we can pay for our vacation
with abalones. The sea is bo good for
Harrison! In three years wo will be
out of debt, and maybo build a house
of our own."
And Mrs. Mlggs rattled a now kind
of clams that she had In hor pocket,
and laughed her easy laugh.
Jennie slept like a top, an cxtraordl
n vy, a miraculous, slumber, till 2 a.
i . And then up efae woke of a sudden
i .hough she meant business for cor-
. She heard a rustling outside her
. Ah to be sure. But two thhigs
ie world rustled like that old
Jo. .' feot. Sho , was going to see,
wttii Mrs. Rateher, and creeping to tho
door, opened it a crack. At tiio end
of a corridor was a gable window over
tho sea, and through It moonshine fell
She came close, and found Jone3 with
his head sticking out in the moonshine
staring at the Pacific. He seemed to
be crazy and in pain. Ho wept pite-
ously.
"I will not live to find It," he said
"I am doad. Oh, the tides! You white
lunatic moon, you mnico uiom. i seo
the Pilgrim now. Captain, we'll get
them down, Oh, captain, don't flog me
no more. I'm old. I never done no
harm to you. Don't beat me no more,
I can't see whero tho placo is In tho
rocks; It was in that direction; tho tide
has never been low enough. Those
modern houses bother me. Rut It wll
bo low enough. 'Why couldn't It have
boon to-night?"
lie put his head down and sobbed
Jennie Hatcher picked him right up
and bundled him to bed; just hustled
him right along. Then she slept like a
top till ten minutes of eight, and ,Mrs,H
Mlggs' ham roso through tho wupity
house on tho breezy wings of tho morn
Ins
. This day Jones was too feeble to ct
np, a fact which crazed him tho moro;
when they wont out to hunt for aba-
ones they left him raving. Mrs. Mlggs,
scared, was Bonding off for the doctor.
"I'm going r,Jght where he said not
to
go," saiu Jennie. "There s some
mystery about that Anyhow, there
are oodles of abalones."
They went, freo of old Jones and
Is eye at last Everybody in Laguna
had remarked on tho tide to-day, low
est in sixty-two years, when Mrs.
Hatcher plunged into tho sea under the
southern rocks. It enabled one to hunt
abalones to the best advantage, and the
sea wua as smooth as a new Los An
geles cement sidewalk.
"Mercy mol" cried she. "What's
this?"
Hatcher floundered there, and saw u
hole in the rock which tho failing tide
had partially disclosed.
"A cave!" carolled Mrs. Hatcher,, and
waded in water nearly to her nock,
only to return In gloo and send Hatcher
for a candle. Hatcher was back In a
minute with that article.
"Old Jones is in a horrlblo way,"
said Hatcher. "Yelling at the top of
his voice that he will die. Just screech
ing it!"
I don't believe him," said Jonnlo.
"Here goes."
And they floundered In. This cavo
was short, and led up out of water to
the center of those rocks, and there
stopped. It was an ugly place, with
scarcely a thing worth socing.
Shoot," said Jennie; "who cares
for a stupid old cave?"
"What's tills?" cried Hatcher, hold
ing the caudle to a rock. Sho came
and found a little lead dox, and tried
to open it. It would not open. She
lifted it, and bit tho clasp with her
teeth; literally- chewed the clasp off.
Oh, Jennie was somewhat of a won
der.
A gap in the narrative, like a nick
n an old blue soup-plato. The Ratch-
ers have prohibited the disclosure of
the nature of that treasure. But it
was splendid!
They stared at those things; and at
each other.
"Golly," said Jennie; "we'll just
ake these, thank you."
"But here's a paper," ho said.
"Let's get out, tho tide will got us!"
cried Mrs. Hatcher. They looked the
old hole pretty well over first, and
then waded out in tho water up to
her glowing neck. Outside, they sat
mid read the paper, she stowing
those splendid' things somewhere In
the neighborhood of her bosom. Hero
are the contents:
"Keep out. Git away. Theso tilings
Is charmed. The devil will foller him
who takes I stole these here things
mo and Bill when wo went to gee
ddes from a Mexican named Juan
CarrlllaYlo. Wo wore getting them
hid in the ship when Dana found it
out. Dana made a row he says if wo
didn't take thein back he'd do it. We
thought he was going to give us away,
and when the tide was low wo come
and hid them In tills hero cave what
Bill found when wo went huntln'
abalones with the cook. We
told Dana Ave took them back to Car-
rlllado. The ship sail to-night but
.she'll bo back here In a month and
mo and the devils will git you. Hands
of! This is to warn anybody that
finds these hero things that they are
charmed and tho devil will eternal
follor him who takes."
They sat and pondered for some
time.
"That knocks the bottom out of It,"
said Jonnle. "We'll have to hunt Juan
and turn them over."
"Doubtless he's dead," said Ratehor.
"Why, there'll be soma children or
something.' Why, Harrison, you
wouldn't steal?"
"I never have yet," snorted Hatcher.
They hurried back to Mrs. Miggs'.
"How's Jones?" they asked. .
"Dead," she said, cool.
"Oh," they replied; and, of course,
everybody was solemn till after the
funeral. Poor old Jones, who cored?
Oh, ninety-live years! Oh, progress of
the human race while old Jones wan
dored! What matter his coflln, his
unloved remains, 'his grave upon u
hill?
On a gray day, Mr. and Mrs
Thatcher visited an old cemetery at
San Juan Caplstrano, accompanied by
o priest.
"I ajn told," said tho priest, scratch
ing in the dHSt upon a stone, "that
1he last of the Carrillad03 lies here,
They looked; they could just make
out:
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FALLEOIO
iss'.
And Jonnle, having an uncontroll
able vision of a possible house of her
own, said, slowly, with scandalous
levity repressed: "It. 1. P.!" San
Francisco Argonaut.
Only n Mutter of Time.
Holden There goes a young man
who is above the average. He is play
ing In bard lunk now, but. he'll come.
out on uuj stums mi j. ')
i?QIdun--Ycs,l;I suppose ho will .got'
bjJidjrFliko the rest of us, In time.
You otteiiCsw things preserved In
alcohol. Ever oiu" to y ni that some
dcgdIo a iv orcsd'vid in alcohol?
A WONDERFUL TRAVELER.
Has Journeyed .'100,000 Mile InXKtM'
cmt of ChrlHt'Mit ICnuenvorers v,
One of the gr . tost travelers of tM
present age Is Pr Francis E. Clarke
founder and head of t)o Christian En$
d'Mivor society, at
ha t avelcd neai?
ly r.o.uOO miles ij
year for the pasf
ton years In th
interests jf iht
society, and maj
more than dupli
cate this durinf
tho next decade.
Modern method;
of spreading th
bev. Dtt. Clarice, principles of i
great religious work cannot bo bettei
Illustrated than In the record of Drj
Clarke. Thanks to the mnrvels of modi
orn transportation, he is able to glnlH
tho world in a period thut once wcili
have been considered Incredible.
Journeys are entirely representative
tho modern methods of snreadlnc th
gospel, and the comploto antithesis o
the old-time wanderings of tho mm
siomiry who traveled before tho day
of steam.
Those holy men who carried Um
cross and the book Into tho wilds
America, among tho savage trlbeq
traveled laboriously, on foot or Lf
canoes, making but a few miles a dai
at their best pace, and resting lonjj
sometimes entire seasons, at hospltabU
points. Their journeys lasted year'
aud their labors were unknown to theK
contemporaries.
Dr. Clarke, though technically not
missionary, represents a potent lnfluj-,,
once In modern church work. As tt
church organizer ho has no equah.
The membership Of the society hs
created numbers about 4,000,000 porj.
sons, chiefly young, In various parts o$
the globe. The pledge of the societj
is disseminated In fifty different lan
guages and dialects, and more thai X'
30,000,000 copies of It have been clir
culated.
With such a vast body of younj
church workers following out the Unci
of organization laid down by him, Dr
Clarke finds tho world his field, an!
time and space inconsiderable element!
in his plans for carrying out tho du
ties of his leadership. Should he ro
ceivo a call, for example, from Aus
tralia, stating that his presence wai
much needed at a convention of En
deavorers there, he would pack hi:
grip, take along a member of his fam
lly to bear him company, and set hK
face toward the antipodes. In a for
months, with a record of 25,000 to 40
000 miles of travel behind him, ht
would bo back In this country, pursu
ing the oven tenor of his way as edltoj
of his Christian Endeavor newspaper
and leader of meetings and convon
tlons .held in the home of the society
which Is In Tremont Temple, Boston. -
In this manner Dr. Clarke has cove
ered 800,000 miles, and during his cn
tire wanderings over almost every sos
nnd land has never mot with a serious
accident
UNDERGROUND FIGHTING,
"Supper" Tells How One Wnll nt Porf
ArMiur AVna Opened.
One hour before midnight you could
see once moro tho same men who hat'
applied tho explosives In-the bay, male
Ing for their victim. Tho foundatior
of the caponlere was made of con
crote, sand and steel plates. It couli
turn- the largest and most powerfu
shells ever manufactured by men lnb
a loud and foolish Joke. Tho men caf
rled this time a larger quantity 0
gunpowdor. This they applied to th
cracks made by the former oxplosior
The white heat fuse was applied
The report certainly handled the s
reno silence of the midnight withoc
mercy, toro it into pieces. This tim
there was a large rout made In th
Avail. Night, once more, rocked tlx
confusion back to peace and then
came into the rent a number of Rus
slan heads. Some of us laughed
Quick as a flash the rifles of our me
grcetd them. Wide as the rent was
It was not quite sufficient for men h
haste to pass, and for tho third llim
we made the preparation of oxplo
slves. At 14 minutes past 4, in tin
still dark hours of the 2Sth, the oartJ
about us shuddered as it had neve;
shuddered before, and we saw a hob
In the wall that Avas over one nietei
In Avldth and considerably over on
meter in height. Through this hole
our engineer threw in over twelvr
sacks of explosives. Tho caponlere
choked AVlth fume nnd smoke.
'1 V7
J It
ash gray of the breaking day and
mncl- ttltltcfnl' im.i- P lirv .......1.. o
the explosives creeping like eowardlv5r
ghosts from tho hole in the Avail was
broken by silvery flashes here andV
there. They Avero the Icy blades ofe
our men rushing Into the caponier
through the confusion of the explo-M.
slon. A crash of arms, groans, soundflf.
of falling bodies, of broken steelI
shrieks Avith which the life flow away
from tho day, all mingled and meltoif
In a confusion far beyond pen yu'd
brush. A few moments later thtfrsjm
round flag waved from out ofaWo'rn
hole over the covered caponleroa avoI
como to 'thc new-born dayLeslieV
Monthly. '
The more a man preaches to his
neighbors the less thex practice.
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