THE SINGING IN
Out yonder In the moonlight, wherein God's ncro Ilea,
Go angel walking to and fro, idnglng their lullabies.
Thdr radlnnt wings are folded and their eyes aro bended low,
4a thoy sink among tho beds wbcroon tho flowers delight t grow :
"Sleep, O Bleep!
Tbe Shopherd guardeth bin sheep.
Fast speedcth the night awny,
Soon eoraoth the glorious day ;
Sleep, weary ones, while y maj,
Sleep, O Bleep!"
The uowcrs within God's aero see thnt fair and wondroui ahjht
And hear the angels singing to tho sleepers through tbe night ;
And lol throughout tho hours of day thorn gentle flowers prolong
The music of tho angols In that tender slumbor-scmg :
"Sleep, 0 sleep 1
Tho Shopherd loveth his
He that gunrdcth his flock
Hath folded them to his loving breast t
Bo sleep ye now nnd take your rost
"Sleep, 0 sleep!
From angel and from flower the yearn have learned that soothing song.
And with Its heavenly muste speed the days and nights along ;
So, through all time, whose flight tho Shepherd's vigils glorify,
God's acre slumbcreth In the grace of' that swoet lullaby :
"Sleep, O sleep 1
Fast specdeth tho night awny,
Soon comcth the glorious day:
Sleep, weary oneB, whllo yo may
Sleep, O sleep 1"
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Farewell to
HN every communty, no matter how
democratic, one family, at least, Is
considered beneath tho social level.
Their lower rank docs not come from
any difference of wealth, Intellect or
morality, but Is due, almost entirely,
to the general shlftlessness of tho neg
lected family. Often the Judgment of
the neighborhood Is Just, but It is not
always so.
Mrs. Dobsou once said, bitterly:
"How do they know? Wo nover had
any chance hero In Nebraska. We
woro as good as tho best where we
come from, and I'm sure I've worked
p.ard enough to be somebody ; but what
pan a woman do with seven children,
Ind a man as lazy as the Platte River?"
Mr. Dobson looked up with a good
ntured grin, but said nothing. Appar
ent I v Iih took no more notice of his
wife, who went off to spread her men
ger washing on the gum weeds. He
tilted his rude chair back against the
irunk of a giant cottonwood, and look
ed over the landscape wth lazy enjoy
ment From Ills iositlon ho could see
WFown long vistas of dark, shining, blue-
groen corn stalks and beyond them the
Platte.
"Abner," called his wife, plaintively,
"Just look at me. I reckon Mrs. Bnr-
'nurd hasn't got any such sand burs as
we have. Sho don't get pricked to
pieces when she goes to spread her
Iwashlnir. I do wish you'd " but
Bhe stopped hopelessly.
"Mis' Harnard don't have to spread
hor washing," corrected Abner, dogged
ly; "she's got yards and yards of
clothesline and pins and baskets and a
machine."
Melvlna Dobson glanced at her hus
band anxiously. Never before had ho
seemed uneasy or envious. "I reckon
Mis' Barnard has hor drawbacks," she
ndmltted, generously.
"Yes," answered her husband, mood
fly, "and Barnard ain't no more willing
than I'd be If I was him. Ills paw
left him money, and mtno didn't. 1
lenow one thing, though, if I was Bar
hard, Mis' Barnard wouldn't wash, If
tiho did have a machine. I'd sell tho
tlgs first"
i Melvlna looked at him gratefully. "I
;now it, Abner," she answered, sooth
ingly, "you always have been good to
Iue. If thoro ain't money enough for
oth, you always want me to hnvo It.
reckon 'taln't your fault that we are
(oor; I don't care for myself, but
he children."
She broke off suddenly, and went In
o get the scanty dinner. Abner took
down his rusty hoe and passed reluct
antly into the neglected potato patch.
Ie was working with great delibera
tion when his half-grown daughter
passed, without speaking.
"Sallle!" he called.
The girl seemed not to hear him.
pho held her head with an air of of
fending dignity, and looked neither to
the right nor to tho left. A second call
from her father brought her to a defi
ant pause.
m Z'1 sny-" 1,0 enllod, lazily, "what alls
Jftul Have 1 done anything?"
"Reckon not," she answered, sullen
ly. "And your maw don't seem natural,
la she ailing?"
The girl looked him full In tho face,
Mid her eyes were not pleasant "Oh,
pww," she answered, sharply, "wliy
hnw Is kind of worn out with church
foclols and things, maw Is. It's most
.ado her sick, sewing on her new silk
press, and doing no her hair. And now
.here's the .party at Sansen's."
"Sttiisen's?"
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"Yes, when they move Into the new
house. Everybody has been asked, even
Mis' Jenkins, 'coptlng maw. Maw has
such fine clothes and Is so stuck up,
that sho wasn't bid."
Abner turned the hoe in his hands,
and watched a potato bug travel calm
ly from ono hill to another. Some
thing In his attitude touched the child.
Suddenly sho lost her look of defiance,
and said, brokenly :
"Maw couldn't go, anyway, she's got
nothiu' to wear. Her old gray dress
turned yellow in tho sun years ago.
Mrs. Barnard gave mo somo dyo for
Easter eggs, and when I heard about
Sanson's party, I thought I'd color
maw's dress and havo It ready."
A tragic silence followed. Abner look
ed up questioning!.
"Sho can't wenr It no more," an
swered the girl, unsteadily; "it turned
brown and green, and went all spotted
and speckled."
For n minute tho silence was heavy ;
the Abner said, gently: "Never mind,
AI1NKJI TURNED THE IIOK Iff II IS HANDS.
Sallle; I'm real proud of you for try
ing. Now you run along and help your
maw. You're a good girl, Sallie."
The child wont back to tho shabby
sod house with smiling eyes, and left
her father to his own devices. From
the force of long habit he sat down to
cultivate his thoughts, while tho bugs
and tho weeds waxed strong among the
potatoes. What ho thought to-day was
something new and strange, nnd not
agreeable. Often his mind reverted to
tho coining party.
When the company Anally assembled
nt tho Sanson's they repaid Abner Dob-
sou for his speculations by freely and
frankly discussing him nnd his.
"Oh, folks like tho Dobsons don't
care,"' Insisted Mrs. Sanson; "they
could get ahead If they wunted to. San-
sen and me didn't havo anything but a
mortgage when wo started, and now
look at the farm anil its Improve
ments."
"The rest of us ain't far behind,"
laughed Mrs. Early. "Only M yenrs
ago wo drove Into tho Stato with n
span of horse, a wngonload of furni
ture and two dollars."
"Wo are all better off," suggested
somebody else, "than our folks wo left
behind."
"Except tho Dobsons," corrected Mrs.
Sanson.
"Why uro thoy so far behind?" ask
ed Mrs. Barnard, In the tono of a new
comer. "Weren't they early settlers?"
"Of course they wore," answered Mrs.
Hansen, "but they didn't ueo their
chances. They wero too shiftless for
anything."
A llttta, faded womau, In rusty black,
whom Snlllo Dobson had spoken of ns
oven M1b Jenkins," looked up with
keen protest In her eyes.
Mrs. Early saw the glaneo and hast
ened to smooth things over by snylng:
Maybo tho Dobsous haven't UBod Judg
ment, but they did work letter before
they got so discouraged. Whllo tho
rest of us woro getting a start they
had more than their shun) of sickness
nnd death and accidents to their prop
erty."
"You needn't worry about that,"
broko In Mrs. Jenkins ; "thoy aro going
back to tho mountains. Mrs. Dobson
told me that thoy was tired of being
louesoma"
A sudden uneasy hush fell on tho
little company, followed by a confused
domaud for further Information.
Mrs. Buruard sat listening to tho
talk, which had drifted back to tho
days before sho lived In tho neighbor
hood. When a pause finally occurred In
tho conversation sho turned to her com
panions and asked, brightly: "Why
can't we glvo the Dobsons a farewell
party? I am sure It would plenso them,
and whatever wo saw lit to give would
eeeni prompted by friendship rather
than charity."
Tho women looked at each other In
keen surprise, but before uuy ono could
protest Mrs. Barnard spoke again: "I
was thinking how much Mr. Dobson
needed another liorso since ono of his
span died. I nm going to glvo him my
old Boss. Sho Is homely and rather
meat), but she can work. Mr. Barnard
said yesterday that we had too many
horses."
'I can't do anything so handsome,"
exclaimed Mrs. Jenkins, "but I can glvo
a quilt or two."
'And I some canned fruit and a ham
or so," added Mrs. Early.
The enthusiasm spread, and amid a
confusion of tongues tho list of donn
tions grew and grew.
"Suppose you stop on tho way home
Mrs. Uurnnrd," suggested some one,
"and tell them about tho party. I'm
afraid they wouldn't be tidy enough
to enjoy a surprise."
So when the party dispersed Mrs
Barnard delivered the neighborhood
message and passed on with a smile of
satisfaction.
From that time forth a new llfo
dawned on tho Dobsons. Their lamp
was the last In tho valley to go out at
night and the ilrst to be lighted In the
morning. Tho whole family scorned jms
sessed with a fever and hurry of Joyous
excitement
"Got to havo everything slick nnd
mended," admonished Abner; "can't go
on" leaving things shiftless like.
When tho ovontful day of tho party
ilually arrived everything wns In per
feet order. Two hours before tho ear
liest guest could bo expected Mrs. Dob
son wont to the door In her fresh, now
calico and looked about anxiously.
"They will bo along now pretty
soon, sno announced, excitedly ; "you
haven't forgot your piece, have you,
Abner?"
"I reckon not," he answered, thought
fully, as ho flicked a .straw from ills
new overalls; "It begins: 'Follow neigh
bors. "
"Oh, nover mind about snyln' It now,
paw, sno interrupted, "i reci'on you
will got through when the time comes."
But Aimer was not so certain. Ho
repeated It over and over ngaln. Even
during tho arrival of tho people lio
could not escape its haunting phrases.
lie forgot it only when he went to soo
tho unexpected gifts from his neigh
bors. Then his vision suddenly grow
dim, and his mind confused.
Ho wandered back to the end of the
house which the men had appropriated.
After a moment he drew himself erect,
nnd began in a loud, artificial tone:
"Follow neighbors "
The unusual address attracted the no
tice of those nearest. A wave of si
lence passed on to tho women's edge of
tho company.
"Feller neighbors," he began again,
"me and Mis Dobson feel to thank you
for this here unexpected notice. Maybe
wo-uns ain't boon any credit to you-all
before, but after this we're going to
bo."
He cleared his throat, while the ioo-
pie looked at each other qm-stlonlngly.
Ills wife prompted him quickly. "Mis
Dobson and mo " sho whispered.
"Mis' Dobson und mo," ho repeated,
"got lonesomo, and thought we'd hotter
go back to our kin. But lately you-all
havo shown we-uns thnt thoro is kin
nearer than them of blood. They didn't
give us no farewell party. You-all have
been mighty good; Mis' Dobson and mo
know that there ain't no other such
neighborhood on earth. So wo ain't go
lug to the mountains."
The neighbors woro startled, but thoy
hud undertaken to make this parti
success; to a mnn thoy arose to meet
tho now occasion. For the first time
thoy made the Dobsons welcome.
After tho party was over, when tho
Inst wagons were separating. Mrs. San
sen said: "I'm glnd wo did it, any
how. It's Just mndo new people of
them Dobsons. Illni nnd Billy como
over and cut all them Canada thistles,
wo blumcd them for."
"And mended our barbed wire fence,"
added Mrs. Early, "and fixed Mrs. Jon
kins' plough."
"Say, Mrs, Burnard," laughed Bomo
one, "your party was a big fizzlo as n
good-bye.' "
"Perhaps," sho answered, softly, "but
I think It was a great huccchw as u
farewell to the DobsotiH. Good-night,
dear."
Tho well-satisfied nolghltors passed
under the quiet stars, which looked
down peacefully, long aftor they had
vanished, on tho lazy, vacillating Platte,
and to-day the Dobsons, regenerated by
neighborly kindness and made actlvo
by sympnthy and approval, bear no re
semblance to tho sluggish, unlovely
stream. Youth's Companion.
THE CASE OF ILSA.
liic.xnllonlilc IIimv Sho I.oa
llrr
NtMipio of Strict Honesty.
When, ufter a long succession of
maids of every Itnnglmible -and some
time unimaginable- temper ami tem
perament, the Wlnstods discovered llsn
Ermeutrant, thoy felt us If thoy had
suddenly found entrance Into a t1o of
peace. Ilsa's pink cheeks and plump,
trim little figure wero as pleasing to
the eye as hor pretty, deferential man
ners woro soothing to tho soul. More
over, sho was neat and deft, and soon
revealed a warmth of devotion that
was unparalleled In tho Wlnsted an
nnls of the maids.
Ilsa's particular adoration was Julln,
the oldest daughter, a gay, warm-heart
od girl of twenty, who In her turn soon
becamo fond of tho little maid. Julia
often let llsa go to market with hor,
and that to tho little maid was a day's
treat. Miss Julia, giving her orders,
had a habit of helping herself to nuts
or raisins, and tossing some to llsa.
Ono memorable day o salesman gave
her half a dollar too much changu and
she passed that also to llsa.
"1 thought ho was giving mo too
much," sho laughed, "but It's his own
lookout You can buy yourself a new
ribbon with it"
There woro many tilings that puzzled
llsa at first, but she grow to tako them
as a matter of coursesuch, for In
stance, as Miss Margaret's turning a
rug upsldo down to hide an Ink spot
sho hud made upon It, and MrH. Win-
stod's laughing appropriation of a roll
of bills sho found In ono of Mr. Win
stod's vests.
"He's forgotten It." sho said. "I
might as well have It."
One day Julia came to hor mother
greatly troubled. She had caught llsa
In a falsehood. Thoy talked to llsa so
riously and sho was tearful and re
pontnnt, although alio scorned strangely
perplexed. A little later a similar
thing happened, and when finally thoy
discovered llsa wearing a shirt wnlst
belonging to n guest who had just loft
thorn, thoy decided that sho must go.
llsa, heart-broken, pleaded that tho
"lady had forgot tho wnlst"; but, as
Julia declared, that merely proved that
sho had no sense of honesty, and llsa
was dlscliorgod without a rocominonda
(Ion.
It was such a disappointment, tho
Wlnstods said, for thoy wore so fond
of llsa and had done so much for hor.
Youths' Companion.
LUXURIES OF GIRLHOOD.
In Hit Ioilurn Millionaire IIoii.-m-IioIiI
(In- Schoolgirl In I'll mi porn!.
An Interesting picture of a young
girl's life In tho palaces of the very
rich is offered by Emily Harrington In
hor article, "Housekeeping on Half a
Million a Year," in Everybody's. She
says :
"'The luxuries to which those chll
dron, particularly the young girls, ant
early accustomed, arc, it seems to an
outsider, of dubious advantage. The
14-yonr-old daughter of such a home
remarked one day, '1 was looking for
n brooch that I missed and found nine
that 1 had forgotten all about' Every
ono of these brooches was studded with
gems. This girl's private suite of
rooms was luxurious, nit hough tint up
pointmcutH wore appropriate to her
ago. Her sitting-room was furnished
In white enamel, covered with roses
and morning glories. Hor fireplace
fonder and flredogs were of silver as
well as tho fire Irons and tho stand.
When sho chose to take a meal in her
own apartments sho indulged her bin
guor on a brocaded couch, propped up
with embroidered pillows, and as hor
youthful tippot Ito was unimpaired, a
servant was detailed to tako each
course to hor as it was served in tho
dining-room. And yet she is still only
a schoolgirl, with no part In her moth
or's ceaseless round of entertainment;
hor days still Innocent of tho delight
ful complexities, porsounl and social,
that are ready to enmesh hor ns soon
as, four yenrs later, she becomes a
debutante."
What the Woman Thought.
Thoy were uniting anotit the new
star In society.
"She never laughs at Jokes," said
tho man.
"Maybo sho has no sense of humor,"
said tho other man.
"Maybe she has false teeth," said
the woman.
And then the conversation languish
ed. Louisville Courier-Journal.
What has bocomo of the old-fush-loned
man who nlwayH naked his tall
friends: "How is tho woathor up
there?"
CONCERNING THE CLOCK.
Home of tho Pecnllnr ThltiK" About
ii TlmTkTlrr.
Did you ever take time to consider1
the clock? You should have done so,
If you havo not, seeing tho clock given
you tho time whonnvor you ask It
Tho clock Is so sensitive thnt It con
stantly keeps Is bunds lforo Its fnco.
This Is duo to the fact that through no
fault of Its, own It has been doing time
for mnny years In the most public man
ner, says the Now York Herald. It may
1h- t lint nB tho face of the clock has no
eyes, nor mouth, nor nose, nor chin, nor
cheeks, nor any of the usual facial np
purtonances.lt keeps Its hands over It to
hide these defects. But this can scarce
ly bo. wo fancy, because its hands hnvo
no fingers not thumbs, nor has It any
anus, and any attempt to conceal aiuw
defect would only oxposo another.
Most clocks havo only two hands, butj
many havo three, and It Is somowhad
remarkable, anatomically as well a
numerically, that the third hand Is thri
second hand. It may also be remarked!
that tho minute hand Is not. the minute;
hand, for It Is longer than the hour
hand. The clock has neither feet nor legs
but It runs Just tho same. It muy bol
fast or slow, btit It docs not walk. It
always runs and It never runs up. It
runs down unless It Is kept runnlnd
round. Providence wisely did not give
foot to tho clock.
The clock has a key but no lock, and
for that reason oven tho most Ignorant
person never trios to open a clock wltl
tho key.
Some clocks strike and sonic do not
but no clock over strikes with Its hands.
Just why a clock should be so peculiar
Is no affair of ours.
(Of course this Is no Joke. The strik
ing of n clock may he an affair of hours,
but It. Is not spelled the same way. Wo
aro not trying to he funny. This Is a
dignified article. Please do not Inter
rupt us again.)
That passage In Scripture which sny.4
"By their works shall yo know them"
does not refer to clocks, but It mlt
well havo done ho, because that Is t lit?
way a good chicle Is known.
rho clock speaks a universal Iiuh
guago, and no mat tor whether it. is a,
Gorman clock, or French, or Spanish, or
Italian, It can toll you (he time Just as
distinctly as If It Wore plain Yankee.
This clock differs from all other Inn
man affairs in that while their opcrn-l
Hons cud when thoy uro wound up, the
clock's do not begin until they are
wound up.
There are no clocks In lion von, bo-
cause thoro is no time there. Neither!
Is there any night, and an eight-day!
clock wouldn't know when to stop.
I'lliiculloii of H'oincii In Oil I it it.
Consul Hnynes of Nanking, writing
about female education In China, says,
according to the Washington Star:
Tho viceroy of Llnng-Klnng province
('lioufti, one of the most progressive of
the higher Chinese olllclnls, has recent
ly founded n school for girls In Nan
king. It Is supported by subscription
from a number of loading Taotnls of
Nanking, who have raised ijJl.UlW, and
tho viceroy has subscribed .fl.-UlU an
nually. Tho school Is located In a
(pilot place with spacious buildings,-
Six women teachers have been engaged;
throe to touch English and three Chin
ese.
"Tho opening of this school Is an Im
portant thing In Nanking," says Con
sul Ilaynos, "ns It Is really the birth ofl
feniii le education In this ancient city,
for, as has boon remrirked, in every new
undertaking for the advancement ofl
China, unless tho Chinese themselves
fool the need and assume the respon
sibility, It cannot be said to have tnkeit
root In Chlneso soli. Tho Interest taken
In this school by tho leading olllolnl
of Nanking Indicates the dawning o
freedom for China's girls and women.
For tho Inst few years the missionary
girl schools" have been doing good work,
but this Is the first school established
under the patronage of the vleerosJ
China Is awakening to realize that n
nation's strength and prosperity Ho In
the education of her daughters."
It WllM Cl'lltlllM'.
"Blnks bought that knife from ai
pawnshop, lie paid twice Its value be
cause the pawnbroker said It used to
belong to Derringer Dick, the desper
ado." "Ever soo him?"
"Who, Dick? Sure. I knew hint
when he used to peddlo knives.''--
Cleveland Plain Dealer.
I'll Hinl l l.veji.
"What are you crying about?"
"I got licked twice to-day."
"How was that?"
"Teacher licked mo an' I told pa an
pa went up to lick the teacher mi' the
teacher licked pa, an' pa came home an'
licked me."-Houston Post.
Of course a candidate tries lu a
weary sort of way to be agreeable, but
ho admits to his Intimate friends after
election, that tho people aro sometime:1
very trying.
A man running for office must in!
like nn amateur who has agreed to
deliver a lecture; ho never knows how,
It will come out