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T Loeeon for June 1 Is, “Joseph ♦
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i By William T. Ellis. ♦
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Often perverted thought It Is. there
la something noble about the "gang
spirit” of which we are reading In the
newspapers. The determination not
'to betray a comrade, which Is the
ihighest law In the code of the gang,
takes Its rise from an altogether
creditable sentiment. The opposite side
of the shield is the Spartan spirit of
the Judge who condemns his own son
for law breaking. This the undiscern
ing: do not see. The New York hood
lurns who are going to jail rather than
betray a fellow criminal do not reckon
with the relative value of principles.
They see only the idea of a lower
loyalty, and are blind to the higher
loyalty to public welfare. The average
politician binds his followers to him
by this same spirit of fidelity. He
stands by his friends, through thick
and thin. More of the same spirit of
family allegiance in religious matters
would be well for the church.
The theme is brought forward by the
■story of today's Sunday school lesson,
which deals with a group of men, who,
In an emergency, were not false to the
call of loyalty. The 10 brethren of
Joseph, when put. by him to a dramatic
test, showed themselves steadfast to
the ties of blood. In brave self-ab
negation they offered to share the
suffering of the brother who seemed
to be guilty of a crime. The qualities
of sheer manhood appeared in the
conduct of these sons of Jacob. The
years had been teaching them much.
Ths Hiddsn Cup.
The mysterious ruler of Egypt nan,
•11 unknown to them, large plans for
the J1 men from Canaan. He could
not yet reveal to them that he was
the brother whom they had sold Into
slavery. It was necessary first to test
tholr fitness for this new fortune that
he had prepared for them. We never
km when we are being proved for
what I* being prepared for us. Every
day may be a judgment day In a way
we little understand.
In this ease everything hinged on
Benjamin, the youngest child. He
like Joseph, was the favorite son of
father Jacob, the only child of the
beloved Rachael left at home. Joseph
had good reason to know the lengths
to which the jealousy of the older
brothers could go. But they had
changed for the better. Ho had proved
that they would treat Benjamin well
In the long Journey from Canaun. Now
he wanted to find out how they would
behave In an emergency, when Ben
jamin’s name and safety were Imper
iled. Would they make the youngest
brother a scapegoat, and leave him to
his fate? Or would they play the
brother part?
Therefore, as he sent the party back
to Canaan with their bags hidden with
food, he hgd each man's money re
turned to his bag, and In the bag of
Benjamin hts own cup was placed.
Then, a few hours afterwards, he gent
hts steward In pursuit of the men to
charge them with a theft of hts cup.
Ths Mystery of the Bags.
The sons of Jacob bad scarcely got
outside of the city on their home
ward Journey. They were full of
stoiies of their great adventure. The
glamour of the ruler’s presence was
upon them. Their incredible good
fortune was discussed over and over
from all angles. Not only had they
seen the lord of the land, but they
had even dined with him. Thus they
were bearing back to Canaan not
only sufficient food for their families,
but also a rich tale that would open
the eyes of those left .behind.
The high spirits of the earavan were
suddenly dashed by the appearance of
Joseph's steward, who came hastening
up on horseback, followed by a retinue.
As he drew near he made sharp ac
cusation that these men had stolen
Joseph's precious cup. At once arose
the oriental clamor which all travellers
in the east know. Jacob's sons made
extravangant protestations of Inno
cence. They spurned the Idea that any
one of them was a thief, and they re
minded the steward how they had re
turned the silver which they had found
in their bags on the previous trip.
With whomsoever of thy servants It he
found, let him die, and we also will
be my lord’s bondmen." Tills was
the usage of the harsh law of Ham
murabi current at the time. Death for
stealing still prevails In some parts of
the world.
“Circumstantial Evidence.”
Many a man lias been hanged on evi
dence far less than that' which con
victed Benjamin of theft. An examina
tion revealed In the bags of the 10
older brothers the money they Imd
paid, but In the sack of Benjamin,
which was last searched, there was
found the silver cup of Joseph. Then
what a walling and lamentation arose!
Shrill shrieks filled the air. Dust was
thrown upon heads; garments were
rent.*''The steward's feet were em
braced. We of the west can scarcely
Imagine this scene of wild excitement,
for It Is not the Orient's way to meet
such crises In dignified silence.
Tile point of the story Is the con
duit of the older brothers. How would
they behave In this emergency? Would
they leave Benjamin to tils fa to, and
hasten off toward Canaan with, the
loodr llil* was what Joseph wasted
to know. That they were determined
to aha re Benjamin's sorrow and pun
ishment appeared on the Instant. Then
they rent their clothes, and laded every
man his ass. and returned to the city."
“When Judge and Brother Are One.”
Trouble proves who is’who. In this
tc.-ting hour we find Judah stepping
Into the place of the head of the fam
ily. as sjionsor and spokesman for the
whole group. A new dignity rests up
on him. His words before Joseph are
those of a strong man. Listen to the
beauty of the simple speech, even as
translated Into English: “What shall
we say unto my lord? What shall we
speak? Or how ahull we clear our
selves. God hath found out the in
iquity of thy servants; behold, we are
my lord’s bondsmen, both we. and he
also in whose hand the cup Is found.
Van this be the Judah whose voic»
was for the destruction ol’ Ills brother
Joseph? Can It be that the jealous,
bloody minded man has been trans
formed by years and bitter experience
end the grace of God? Without self
justification, Judah, the head of tho
delegation, spoke for them all, identi
fying lilmself with any misfortune that
might come to any one of the group.
This was brotherhood In the proof.
Never dreaming that the judge and
the brother were one, and that he was
making his plea to a heart which was
bursting with a desire to reveal Itself,
Judah became the advocate of his
nrqtlier. and an antetype of his own
descendant whom humanity worships
as Its advocate.
A Man at His Height.
Why does the world accept a cross
a- its noblest symbol? Because In its
deepest heart it knows that not self
seeking but self-sacrifice is the sublim
est height that the human soul can
reach. Whether It be the example of
the old pagan who offers himself for
Rome; or the present day pagan who
offers his life for China; or the Apostle
Paul willing to be accursed for his
brothers’ sake; or Jesus freely giving
of his life as a sacrifice for the sin of
the world, we recognize that these in
varying degrees are the saviours and
exemplars of mankind. Whoever de
nies himself and offers up his life in
behalf of another is touched with the
very spirit of the divine Redeemer.
Thus Judah offered himself. As he
stood before Joseph, reciting In simple
eloquence the story of their experience,
he reached a height of exaltation like
unto Calvary. He pleaded with Joseph
to allow him to suffer instead of Ben
jamin that Benjamin might be returned
to the arms of Jacob. Is it any wonder
that the speech became more than the
Judge could bear? The brothers had
proved themselves. They had become
new men. In adversity they had learned
that it Is only worth while to stand by
the great Ideals and to Btand by one
another. ,
X WHO WAS t
X THE original OF ♦'
x “BLUEBEARD” X
The story of Bluebeard Is probably
the most familiar of all tales of crime.
There Is no doubt more Action than
fact in the romance, although there are
several names of criminal monsters
mentioned In history as having fur
nished the greater part of the material
utilized by the Frenchman Perrault In
his tale of “Barbe Blue.” This story
was wrttten In the time of Louis XIV,
and It Is thought* that the Idea of the
story was suggested to Perrault by the
life of a wicked and atrocious man
named Giles de Laval, Seigneur de
Retz, better known In French history
as Marshal de Retz. De Retz was born
about the year 1396, and entered the
service of Charles VII and proved him
self a brave and skillful soldier. He
Inherited, at different times, three large
estate, and In 1432 was considered the
richest subject In France.
This Immense fortune was the great
cause of his ruin. He plunged into a
course of profligacy and debauchery
which rapidly diminished his estate.
Yet withal he affected pomp and spien
dor In religious ceremonies. He was
compelled by the parliament of Parts
to stop disposing of his estates, and,
craving for wealth, he had recourse to
alchemy. Falling to discover the art
of changing the baser metals Into gold,
he next turned to magic, and Is re
ported to have made a contract with
satan to give him everything except
his own soul and life for boundless
wealth.
It was brought to light when he was
arrested In 1440 that he had slain no
less than 46 children at his castle of
CHantoce and 80 at Machecoul, and
used their blood and hearts as charms
In. diabolical rites. He was convicted
and executed In December, 1440. Prob
ably on account of some personal pe
culiarity, Giles de Laval became re
membered us "Barbe Blue," whence our
Bluebeard, which speedily became a
name of terror.
The propensity of Bluebeard In the
children's story by Perrault Is not to
kill children, but to marry wife after
wife and to kill them in succession
and deposit them In a fatal close*
Knih young wife was Intrusted will
all the keys to the castle, with strict
Injunctions, on pain of death, not to
open one special room; but woman's
curiosity In each case cost her life,
until tluully, as the story goes, hts last
would-be victim was saved by the
timely arrival of her brothers. She
had, during the absence of her lord,
opened the forbidden door, and found
the closet filled with the bodies of his
former wives. She dropped the keys
In her terror and by no means could
obliterate the stain of blood.
It Is not likely that Perrault depend
ed entirely on the Giles de Laval char
acter for his story, but there may have
been others and there Is considerable
about the Story that would Indicate a
legend of some ancient date. But there
is another great criminal of about the
same period as Giles whose crimes are
salrl to have assisted the author of
Bluebeard in furnishing material. His
name^was Comorro. who had his
headquarters at Carhalx, In Flnlstere.
Comorro had scarcely less of a ma
nia for murder than Giles de Laval.
He married the widow of Iona, chief
of Domnonla. and attempted the life
of his stepson, Judwal, who fled, and
In anger Is said to have killed his wife.
He then married Tryphlne, daughter
of the Count of Vannes. In a short
time he threatened her. She took flight,
but her husband found hfer hiding in
a wood, when he gave her a wound In
the skull and left her for dead. She
was tended and restored to health by
St. Glldus, and after the birth of her
son she retired to a convent of her
own foqndatlon. Alain Bouchard, In
his "Chronicle*," asserts that Comorro
had already put several wives to death
before he married Tryphlne.
Were either of these two men tho
prototype of Perrault's "Bluebeard,”
or did he use the crimes of both?
Probably so. and was also familiar
with the F.sthonlan legend of a hus
band who had already •tilled 11 wives
and was prevented from killing tho
12th, who had opened a secret room by
a gooscherd. the friend of her child
hood.
Electricity Laziest Thing.
From the Kansas City Star.
“The laziest thing in th world Is elec
tricity." said the big street car fore
man who was carefully placing a bond
tester on the rails. The tester looks
like an electric light meter. It indi
cates whether the return current Is
leaking front the street car rails at
the joints, where a bond Is made by
connecting the rail ends with small
copper cables.
"Electricity always is trying to get
out of working," the foreman continued.
"Most people think because it Is so
powerful and so fast It Is just crazy
about work. It ain't. We work six
bond testers on the street car rails In
Kansas City all the time. Have to do
it to keep the electricity on the job.
If a bond gets loose the current finds
It, and away goes your power.
“On the interurban line between
Kansas City and Excelsior Springs they
have a series of machines to keep) the
electricity on the job. If they didn't
It would be running away from work
ull the time.
“Electricity will even kill a man—
doing anything to keep out of work.
It’s always huntin' the soft spots, the
lines of least resistance "
Japanese Festival Cars.
From the Wide World Magazine.
Most Japanese towr.s have a shrine
or temple dedicated to the tutelary
deity of the city. At lino, In the Iga
province, several beautifully decorated
cars are kept at the shrine and figure
annually In a curious procession.
When the day of the festival arrives
hundreds of pious worshippers drag the
cars, by means of ropes, through the
gaily decorated streets of the city—
thereby, they believe, greatly pleasing
the gods of the shrine. The cars are
wondetful examples of Japanese decor
ative art, richly ornamented with glld
I Ing an 1 lacquer work.
NO MORE WORK.
"Thinkum Out, ths Inventor, hu Just
perfected a wonderful labor-saving
scheme."
"Is It ixisslbler'
"Yss; hs's going to marry Miss M0>
jruns, ths heiress.
Good Roads Statistics.
From the Boston Transcript.
'That there are upwards of *400,000,009
of good roads bonds issued and out
standing in this country is indicated by
the Good Roads Year Book of the
United States, the 1913 edition or which
has Just been issued, containing a re
sume of the whole road situation. It
is evident that whatever may be the
faults in methods of construction
and maintenance, money is being spent
in sufficient amount to bring about a
vast Improvement in the public roads.
The year book shows *137,000,000 of
state and road bonds authorized, and
*156,500,000 of county bonds outstanding
on January 1, 1913, making a total of
*293,500,000. As this is based on reports
from about 75 per cent of the counties
in the United States, and as a large
number of the individual townships
have not reported, it is estimated that
the amounts not reported would run
the aggregate up to probably *350,000,
000 to which should be added *10,000,000
or *15,000,000 of the bonds /Voted in 1912
which haOo not yet been issued.
Gratifying progress in road construc
tion during the past few years is indi
cated by the statement in the year
book that while the percentage of all
road improvement in the United States
at the close of 1909 was 8.66 per cent,
the revised statistics to December 31,
1911, show an Improved mileage of 10.1
per cent or a net gain of 1.44 per cent.
This does not sound so impressive in
terms of percentage but it means that
in the two-year period more than 34,
000 miles of improved roads were con
structed or 10,000 miles more than the
entire mileage of national roads in
France.
The American Highway association
which issues the year book has as its
president, Hon. Logan Waller Page, di
rector of the United States office of
public roads, and for the chairman of
Its executive committee the president
of th‘e Southern Railway company, W.
W. Finley. The association has a large
membership of prominent men in all
parts of the country and is the clear
ing house or national representative
of between 30 and 40 of the various
state and Interstate road associations.
Balkan War Horrora.
H. G. Dwight In the Atlantic.
We finally found ourselves at the
west edge of San Stefano, where a
street is bordered on one side by open
fields. This was where, until a few
days before, hundreds, perhaps thou
sands, of men had lain, the dying
among the dead, with no one to lift a
Unger for them. The ground was
strewn with such debrlB of them as we
had seen under the railway embank
ment, but more thickly. And, at a cer
tan distance from the road, was debris
more dreadful still. At first It looked
like a heap of discarded clothing, piled
there *b be burned—until I saw two
drawn-up knees sticking out of the
pile. Then 1 made out, here and there,
a clenched hand, a gray face. A little
omnibus came back from somewhere In
the fields, and men began loading the
bodies Into It. The omnibus was so
short that most of the legs stuck out
of the door. Sometimes they had stif
fened In the contortion of some last
agony. And half the legs were bare.
In their weakness the poor fellows had
I foregone the use of the long girdle
which holds together every man of the
east, and as they were pulled off the
ground or hoisted into the omnibus
their clothes fell from them. We did
not go to see them burled. There had
been so many of them that the soldiers
dug trenches no deeper than they could
help. The consequence was that the
dogs of the village pawed Into some of
the graves. The dogs afterwards went
mad and were shot.
Immigrant Tide Turns.
From the Washington Post.
"The South American countries today
are drawing from us the best Immi
grants—the kind of men who built the
west," says Adolph Welser of New
York and Bremen. “It may hurt our
pride to say that the American, is con
ceited, but we are, and furthermore,
the American, as a rule, Is sadly lack
ing in foresight. Every suggestion
made to change the order of things is
met with a rebuff. I came to the
United States many years ago and be
came a citizen. Then I went to South
America. I have been In every coun
try in South America except French
and Dutch Guiana, and have had an
opportunity to observe how deficient
we are in our efforts to induce the
right kind of Immigration.
“South America Is offering induce
ments to Americans who are skilled in
the Immigration business and coloniza
tion. The governments of that coun
try are offering to the colonists induce
ments such as were given the men who
settled the Mlsslsippl valley and the
west, and they are getting a better
grade of men because this country fails
to realize that by helping the colonist
we are helping the nation. Down there
they make alluring offers to the pros
pective emigrants in Europe, and in
stead of coming to the United States
they go to South America."
Some People
Front Judge.
Some peoplo barely get the wedding
cards out before they want to shuffle
for a new deal.
Who?
Who put the hack in Hackensack?
Who put the buck in Timbuctoo?
Who put the sand in Sandringham?
Who put the zoo in Kalamazoo?
—Brooklyn Eagle.
Who put the can In Kankakee?
Who put the koke in Kokomo?
Who put wont someone please tell me?
The sin in Cincinnati, O?
—Birmingham Age-Herald.
Who put ha ha in Minnehaha?
And the Jane in Janesville, Wist
| Who put the walk in Waukesha?
And the burg In Vicksburg, Miss?
—Prison Mirror,
Who furnished Denver with its den?
Topeka with its peak?
: Who put the witch In Wichita?
And the bat In Battle Creek?
j THE VISION OF WAR j
} Stirring Tribute to Soldiers That Opens With Words, “The Past Rises Before Me Like a {
Dream,” Made by Robert Ingersoll in 1876. j
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It was a meeting held in Indianapolis, Septem
ber 30, 1876, a meeting largely made up of veterans
of the civil war, that furnished Robert G. Ingersoll
the inspiration that found voice in the most stirring
and patriotic address that this, or perhaps any other
country, has ever known. The orator rose to a sub
limity and fervor of patriotic feeling that profound
ly stirred his hearers, who voiced' their emotion
from time to time with shouts of "glory," ahd deep
toned cries of "amen.”
This speech delivered on that historic day was
made in a drizzling rain to a throng of perhaps 250
persons crowded about a speaking stand erected on
the east side of what was then "the Governor’s
Circle,” now Monument Place. These auditors were
gathered under umbrellas, which served to shut
out from those on the outskirts of the crowd a view
of the orator or opportunity to hear well what he
said. •
Words of Address.
The memorable words of that address are as
follows:
“The past rises before me like a dream. Again
we are in the great struggle for national life. We
hear the sounds of preparation; the music of bois
terous drums; the silver voices of heroic bugles.
We see thousands of assemblages, and hear the
appeals of orators. We see the pale cheeks of
women, and the flushed faces of men, and in those
assemblages we see all the dead whose dust we
have covered with flowers. We lose sight of them
no more. We are with them when they enlist in the
great army of freedom. We see them part with
those they love. Some are walking for the last tinie
in quiet, woody places with the maidens they adore.
We hear the whisperings and the sweet vows of
eternal love as they lingeringly part forever. Others
are bending over cradles, kissing babies that are
asleep. Some are receiving the blessing of old
men. Some are parting with mothers who hold
them and press them to their hearts again and
again and say nothing. Kisses and tears, tears and
kisses—divine mingling of agony and love. And
some are talking with wives, and endeavoring with
brave words, spoken in the old tones, to drive from
their hearts the awful fear. We see them part. We
see the wife standing in the door with the babe in
her arms—standing in the sunlight, sobbing. At the
turn in the road a hand waves—she answers by
holding high in her loving arms the child. He is
gone, and forever!
To the Music of War.
“We see them all as they march proudly away
under the flaunting flags, keeping time to the grand,
wild music of war—marching down the streets of
the great cities, through the towns and across the
prairies, down to the fields of glory, to do and to die
for the eternal right
“We go with them, one and all. We are by
their side on all the gory fields, in all the hospitals
of pain, on all the weary marches. We stand guard
with them in the wild storm and under the quiet
stars. We are with them in ravines running with
blood, in the furrows of old fields. We are with
them between contending hosts, unable to move,
wild with thirst, the life ebbing slowly away among
the withered leaves. We see them pierced by balls
and torn with shells, in the trenches, by forts, and
in the whirlwind of the charge, where men become
iron, with nerves of steel.
“We are with them In the prisons of hatred and
famine; but human speech can never tell what they
endured,__
"We are at'home when the news comes that they
are dead. We see the maiden in the shadow of her
first sorrow. We see the silvered head of the old
man bowed with the last grief.
Picture of Slavery.
"The past rises before us and we see 4,000,000 of
human beings governed by the lash; we see them
bound hand and foot; we hear the strokes of cruel
whips; we see the hounds tracking women through
tangled swamps. We see babes sold from the
breasts of mothers. Cruelty unspeakable! Outrage
infinite!
“Four million babies in arms. Four million
souls in fetters! All the sacred relations of wife,
mother, father and child trampled beneath the brutal
feet of might. And all this was done under our own
beautiful banner of the free.
"The past rises before us. We hear the roar and
shriek of the bursting shell. The broken fetters fall.
These heroes died. We look- Instead of'slaves, we
see rnen and women and children. The wand of
progress touches the auction block, the slave pen,
the whipping post and we see homes and firesides
and school houses and books, and where all * was
want and crime and cruelty and fear, we see the
faces of the free.
Heroes Dead.
"These heroes are dead. They died for liberty,
they died for us. They are at rest. They sleep in
the land they made free, under the flag they ren
dered stainless, under the solemn pines, the sad hem
locks, the tearful willows, and the embracing vines.
They sleep beneath the shadows of the clouds, care
less alike of sunshine or of storm, each in the win
dowless palace of rest. Earth may run red with
other wars; they are at peace. In the midst of bat
tle, in the road of conflict, they found the serenity
of death. I have one sentiment for soldiers living
and dead: Cheers for the living, tears for the dead.
"A vision of the future arises:
"I see our country filled with happy homes, with
firesides of content—the foremost of all the earth.
"I see a world where thrones have crumbled and
kings are dust. The aristocracy of idleness has per
ished from the earth.
"I see a world without a slave. Man at last is
free. Nature’s forces have by science been en
slaved. Lightning and light, wind and wave, frost
and flame, and all the secret, subtle powers of earth
and air are the tireless toilers for the human race.
World at Peace.
"I see a world at peace, adorned with every form
of art, with music’s myriad voices thrilled, while lips
are rich with words of love and truth; a world in
which no exile sighs, no prisoner mourns; a world
on which the gibbet’s shadow does not fall; a word
where labor reaps its full reward, where work and
worth go hand in hand, where the poor girl trying to
win bread with the needle-—the needle that has been
called ’the asp for the breast of the poor’—is not
driven to the desperate choice of crime and death,
or suicide or shame.
"I see a world without the beggar’s outstretched
palm, the miser’s heartless, stony stare, the piteous
wall of want, the livid lips of lies, the cruel eyes of
scorn.
“I see a race without disease of flesh or brain,
shapely and fair; the married harmony of form and
function and, as I look, life lengthens, Joy deepens,
love canopies the earth, and over all, in the great
dome, shines the eternal star of human hope."
Cheeks Like Roses.
In the June Woman’s Home Companion
appears an article entitled "Better Babies
Everywhere,” showing what Is being done
throughout the United States In carrying
forward a movement for the Improvement
of children. In various parts of the coun
try baby shows of the new sort are be
ing held. At these shows, children are
judged, not for their beauty, but accord
ing to their physical condition.
Suggestions are given to mothers which
enable them to Improve the health of their
children. In the course of the article In
the June Companion a mother tells as fol
lows, about her preparation for the birth
of her child:
"Not having very good health, I realized
that I must work for the constitution I
would give my boy. Before he was born
I kept In mind that he must be well cared
for before and after birth. He had a
right to the best possible start I could
give him. So I took a great deal of exer
cise In the fresh air, slept outdoors as
much as possible and lived on as simple a
diet as I could arrange without actually
denying myself. I drank much pure cold
water and ate course flour breads. Every
day I lay down at least an hour and re
•laxed completely, and I tried very hard
not to let things fret or worry me. I tried
to hold good thoughts of everything and
everybody. The regime that I never could
have endured for myself alone came easily
for the sake of the little life God was
sending me.
"As soon as I was strong enough to
handle Hex, after he was born, I mas
saged him daily after his bath; rubbed
him all over. Then as soon as he was
old enough to use his limbs I would put
a thick pad on the table, after Ids bath
and massage, and give him gymnastic
exercises. After he was weaned his
diet was very simple. I never romped
with him before he went to bed, which
was at 7 o’clock. He always gets up
early and has acquired the habit of drink
ing a half-glass of water the first thing
after rising. His cheeks are still like
two full-blown roses; and, despite the
fact that he has ,what is called a deli
cate mother, he has never given us an
anxious moment on the score of health.
"If Better Babies contests do no more
than show unthinking mothers what sci
entific methods, regular habits and the
right start can do for a baby, they will
have performed a great mission."
Educating Father.
Mary Stewart Cutting, In Harper's
Bazar, writes about “Educating
Father.” Among the phases of this
process which she describes with much
humor is the following:
"Father’s salient idea, of course,
when Selma graduates, is that now she
will stay at home and help her mother.
It makes no difference that mother
doesn't want Selma’s help in the house
hold; her one desire is to have her
child 'asked to everything,’ and to be
able to see Selma enjoying herself: to
have the house full of Selma’s young
friends, arrange for the clothes needed
when she is invited away over a week
end, and smooth over all the difficul
ties that may be in the w ay—to be the
motherly providence over Selma’s
youthful happiness and hear about it
all in the first glow of Selma's return
from a delightful visit; to be. as it
were, vicariously, a girl herself again.
“It is dear, and flattering, to have
father sternly insisting that mother
shall be considered first—she would
miss it if he didn’t show that ever
jealous regard for her; but it is dread
fully hampering as far as her and
Selma’s plans are concerned.
"It keeps her—in perfunctory respect
for his authority—earnestly impressing
on the girl how thoughtful and kind
and generous father is, and how much
money he has already spent on her—
really more than he can afford; and
the exact reason he doesn't want her
to go to the party on Saturday—as If
youth could ever be reasoned out of
wanting a good time; while all the
time mother knows, and so does Selma,
that she is going to persuade him to
agree to all they want.”
A Brand New Fish Story.
From Outing.
There are as many ways to catch
trout as there are to court sweet
hearts, and all of them are Just as un
certain. A fellow who invents a sure
method for landing either will achieve
distinction on the run and in biggest
capitals.
I once met a grizzled old potterer on
a Prince Edward island river in Can
ada. He boasted a broad-tailed, pot
bellied first settler that must have
weighed Hot less than five pounds.
"What did he take?" I asked, glanc
ing from the fish into the shifty eyes
of the angler.
“Take? Why I took him!”
"But what fly?” I pursued.
For a moment there fell the im
pressive silent of a congressional grill
ing committe when a multimillionaire
has been soaked a leading question.
The fisherman shook his head sadly,
as one who has been asked by another
the conundrum of commerce.
"Say, young man," he said slowly,
"don’t yer ever ask no such questions
when yer are so far from home and
papa. Take it from yer uncle, there's
ways and ways fer catchin’ trout—and
all ways is handy. Now, this old sport
was chasin' black ants up a dead
willow; he squealed something awful
when I lifted him down. And if that
ain't dry fly fishin’, young feller, nothin'
in this world of sin is.”
From “Address to the Unco Guid.”
O yet wha' are sae guid yoursel’,
Sae pious and sae holy.
Ye’ve nought to do but mark and tell
Your neighbor's faults and folly,
Whase life is like a weel gaun mill
Supplied wi' store o’ water,
The heapet happer’s ebbing still
And still the clap plays clatter • • •
Ye see your state wl’ theirs compared
And shudder at the niffer,
But cast a moment’s fair regard,
What makes the mighty differ?
Discount what scant occasion gave
That purity wa pride in,
And (what's aft mair than a’ the lave)
Your better art o’ hidin' * • •
Then gently scan your brother man
Still gentler sister woman:
Though they may gang a kennin’s wrang,
To step aside is human;
One point must still be greatly dark,
The movings why they do it.
And just as lamely can ye mark
How far perhaps they rue .it.
Who made the heart, 'tis He alone
Decidedly can try u«,
He knows each cloud, its various tone,
Each spring, Its various bias;
Then at the balance let's be mute,
We never can adjust it;
What’s done we partly may compute,
But know not what’i resisted.
. —Robert Burns.
The Fairies.
Up the airy mountain.
Down the rushy glen.
We daren'Y go a-huntlng
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk.
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl's feather. #
Down along the rocky shore
Some make their home—
They live on crispy pancake*
Of yellow tide-foam;
Some in the reeds
Of the black mountain lake.
With frogs for their watchdogs.
All night awake.
High on the hill top
The old king sits;
He is now so old and gray
He's lilgh lost his wits
With a bridge of white mist
Columklll he crosses,
On his stately journeys
From Slieveleague to Roses
Or going up with music
On cold, starry nights
To sup with the queen
Of the gay Northern Lights.
They stole little Bridget
For seven years long;
When she came down again
Her friends were all gone.
They took her lightly back.
Between the night and morrow;
They thought that she was fast asleep.
But she was dead with sorrow.
They have kept her ever since
Deep within the lakes.
On a bed of Hag leaves,
Watching till she wakes.
By the craggy hillside.
Through the mosses hare.
They have planted thorn trees
For pleasure here and there.
Is any mail so daring
To dig one up In spite.
He shall ttnd the thornies set
In his bed at night.
Up the airy mountain.
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
We folk, good folk.
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
Ar/i white owl's feather.
—William AiUngham.
A Near-Republican Party?
From Collier’s.
A few public men whose, status hovers
upon tho border line between the repub
lican and progressive parties lately held a
meeting In Chicago to consider means of
reorganizing the old republican oarty. Up
on this proceeding, the most pertinent
comment we can find is not in the daily or
periodical press, but in a solid book of
facts and information, “The World Alma
nac.” In that sound repository of official
information we find this:
Republican National Committee—
Chairman, Charles D. Hilles; secretary,
James B. Reynolds; treasurer, George
R. Sheldon.
New York, William Barnes, jr.; Colo
rado, Simon Guggenheim; Massachu
setts, W. Murray Cr^ne; Utah, Reed
Smoot; Illinois, Roy O. West.
Hilles is the same chairman who was the
respectable “front” for Mr. Barnes dur
ing all that happened last summer. Rey
nolds is the same henchman of Senator
Lodge who was the secretary throughout
the convention. Sheldon is the same fat
fryer that the party has had for many
years. Barnes, Guggenheim, Crane, Smoot
—but why go on? These men are at once
the board of directors and the stockhold
ers of the republican party. All the con
ferences In the world can’t change that.
These men are the republican party. They
are going to stay the republican party. If
Barnes didn’t run from all that was said
about him last summer, it Isn’t likely that
he is going to abdicate now in favor of
such gentle doves of near-republicanism
as Senator Cummins and Senator Kenyon.
If any apparent abdication should trans
pire, it will be safe to look for a nigger
in the woodpile. It won’t help their politi
cal futures if Senators Cummins and Ken
yon should one day find themselves, With
out intention on their part, of course, in
the position of stalking horses for Barnes,
Penrose, Cx»ane. and the rest of the old
guard. Barnes and the others aren’t the
kind to become political eunuchs or dow
ager empresses. They aro always going
to have a political party, and the repub
lican party is going to be that party.
There isn’t going to be any denatured re- ,
publican party. This would be seen more
clearly by the gentlemen who took part
in the resurrection conference if their
Judgment was not clouded bv pressing
problems of their own political futures.
For the Cook.
From the New Haven Courier-Journal.
A loaf of cube sugar rubbed over the
surface of an orange will retain the
orange flavor by absorbing the oil. Sug
ar thus prepared and used in tea im
parts to the latter a most delicious fla
vor.
When turnips .are young wash them
off carefully and boll wyhuut peeling.
You will find the thick rind will cook as
tender as any part of the vegetable
and the flavor will be much Improved.
The ripeness of a pineapple may ho
tested by pulling its leaves. If thev
do not pluck readily the pineapple is
not ready to be used.
The best way to warm up a Joint is
to wrap it in thickly greased paper and
keep It covered while in the oven By
having it covered the steam will' pre
vent the meat from becoming hard and
Iry.
All pickles should be kept ait least
■ue month before opening the Jars for
me. By opening them sooner thev lose
much of the delightful flavor which
would otherwise be theirs.
Silence—A Golf Asset.
Harold N. Hilton, In Outing.
It is very noticeable* that tne ma
jority of good golf players, are in
clined to be very silent men. and in
consequence it is safe to assume that
lack of conversation is a virtue in the
playing of the game of golf, and the
class of conversation which should be
particularly avoided is that species of
running conversaziones with friends
and acquaintances wlio happen to he
among the spectators.
Bearn to bear your ill fortune with
out appealing for sympathy, as sym
. athy extended to a man during the
nurse of play is more apt to upset
aim temperamentally than to strength
en his purpose in any way. The most
reliable of goifeis always prove to be
those who play the game from the be
I ginning to the end of it w.ithout allow
; .ng any outside influence to affect
| tnem In any way whatever. To some
golfers it is a difficult procedure to
follow out. but it is truly wonderful
how a young player can strengthen
'ms temperament by continuous
schooling.