PARIS IS HAVEN OF
MEXICAN STATESMEN
Fallen and Exiled Congregate in
French Capital Where
Diaz Lives.
Paris. Special; The Parisian colony
ef Mexican statesmen, past and pres
ent, Is fast Increasing. Headed by
former president Porfirio Diaz, ns the
most conspicuous figure, it now In
cludes Adolfo de la Lama, Mexican
minister of finance, who Is visiting
Paris and London to negotiate a loan
for the Huerta government; Joseph
Limantour, former Mexican ministerol
finance; Emanuel Garza Aldape, ex
minister of foreign affairs, of public
Instruction and of the Interior; Will
Jam de Linda, former governor of the
federal district of Mexico, and Mlnguel
Diaz Lombardo, who was Mexican
minister to France under the lata
President Francisco Madero, and who
Is president of a committee represent
ing the constitutionalists in Mexico.
General and Senora Diaz are living
quietly In a family hotel In the Avenue
des Champs Elysees. The general's
room faces the Arc de Trlomphe, com
memorating Nepoleon's success. Here,
■where there Is a fine view of the sur
roundings, the retired president spends
much of his time. Ministers who
served under his government visit him
now and then, but General Diaz Is
somewhat deaf and this has increased
his desire for retirement. Senora Diaz
Is her husband's constant companion,
acting ns Interpreter for visitors. Se
nora Diaz has a good command of
English, of which the general uses
none. Porfirio Diaz, jr., also lives near
his father and makes frequent calls.
The impression among persons who
know General Diaz and who have
been associated with him Is that he Is
not the rich man ho is supposed to be.
He lives modestly, although paying $20
a day for his apartment, and while
considered to be In comfortable cir
cumstances, his wealth Is said not to
be large. During Ills active life ho paid
but little attention to matters of fin
ance, It is said. The general seldom
guts to the theaters, but takes frequent
automobile rides about Paris. His step
Is sprightly and bo uppears to be in
good health.
People Favor Foreign Names.
From the Now York Press.
A writer in n. periodical quotes a foreign
visitor, surprised at the great number oi
European names used in this country and
the imitation of foreign ideas generally,
as remarking that the parrot instead oi
the eagle ought to be the national emblem.
It appears that the favorite designa
tions of towns in America are Chester,
Newport and Troy. There are 32 of tin
first, 30 of the second, and 28 of tho third,
Canton, Oxford, Waverly, Belmont and
Auburn are close behind. There are 21
Waterloo to seven Bunkerhills; 1G Wel
lingtons and 13 Wellesleys, as compared
with 28 Washingtons; 22 Nelsons to 14 De
caturs and one Farragut. Not only d«
names based upon historical events it
this country make a poor array beside th(
Imported variety, but Indian names urj
noticeably lacking.
One reason for this condition which wll
occur to everybody is the fact that a largi
proportion of the names were hestowed
during the colonial period, when till
thoughts of Americans were centered upor
tho mother country and upon Its king*
noblemen, statesmen and heroes. Th)
colonists were also fond of bestowing up
on their new places of residence the namei
of tho towns or counties thev had left lj
England. Even long after the eolonla,
period conditions were not much <1lfferon|
In somo parts of tho country, and ps latj
as I860 It was estimated that seven-elghthi
of the people of Massachusetts werj
descended from colonists who had arrived,
before 1641.
While those facts apply to the easteri
states, they do.not cover the nornencla
ture of the west, where tho same follow
ing of foreign models Is noticeable. 1}
there were a trace In the west of the ol<
disposition to reproduce the names of for
n»er homes, that would be a simple ex
planatlon; but there Is tho same use oi
historical and classic names associated
with Europe. A list of new stations oi
one of the Pacific railroads named a shop
time ago does not contain even one Airier!
can designation.
Many of the original Indian names art
noticeably euphonious, such as Alleghany
Susquehanna, Pocahontas and a host ul
others.
Artists Maks Strange Errors.
From the Kansas City Times.
In the dome of the eapitol at Washing
ton there are eight great paintings—care,
fully designed and executed by the artist!
for the adornment of the nation’s greatesl
building. Yet five of them are either d3
fectlve in technique, or in error as t<
natural or historical facts.
One of the best known pictures Is that
in which Washington is shfwn resigning
his commission to the continental coni
gross. There are two young girls, almosi
life size, standing in the foreground Thei
are very pretty young girls, but one a
them has three hands! One left hand resti
on the shoulder of her companion. An
other left hand is round her companion’!
waist. Doubtless the artist, Trumbull
painted both hands to see which pose h
preferred, and then forgot to paint ou
the superfluous hand.
Diagonally across the rotunda Is th
painting of the "Baptism of Pocahontas1
Bitting in the foreground is Opecancan
ough, the uncle of Pocahontas. He t
barefooted and the artist has given hin
Blx toes on his left foot!
In the painting of the "Landing a
Golumbim," which used to be reproduce,
on the $G banknote, the artist has painted
three flags. 1 hey are very well drawn
but one is blowing east, one west anl
one south, which indicates a very varlabli
condition of the wind on that famous daJ
In the picture of the "Surrender a
Cornwallis, General Washington Is con
spicuous seated upon a white horse Bu
General Washington was not pr,>sont 3
lender I,r|Pni,‘‘r' ,COrnWallls did IlOt SUP
I?,".?®: 1‘1?aarmy,ln P«™on. but sent a sub
officer to do so. Accordingly
nK*on detailed an offlcer 0j corrJ
T wneM Eank r<>,'olv" the surrendes
5 hliy.e bepn a breach of milliard
Thi sok Washington to be present. ^
HrSlc,urp. "blgnlng of the Dedal,
July 4 f ,^Bdr.p®ndpnce at Philadelphia oj
Thi ai J776-., 8 wrollK only In the title
The declaration was adopted July 4 bU
It was not signed by the members oir thi
congress until August 2, 1774. '
8chool Savinas Banka.
Ph-orn the Louisville Courier-Journal.
The school savings bank Is not very wel
known In the south and west but ft hai
been adapted by nearly 1.200 schools I,
the United States, the most of which an
In Pennsylvania. Massachusetts. Connect!
cut and New York. Forty schools In Oak
land, Cal. adopted it In 1910, while 90 II
Ban Francisco and 11 In Berkeley adopt*!
it last year.
The Idea originated In France, where tl
long has been popular. In the nearly 1 201
schools In the United States of which It
has become a feature, the deposits an
said to aggregate more than $3,000,000 Th,
advantage claimed for It Is that it incul
cates thrift and Induces many bovs and
girls to take up the saving habit By de
positing small amounts of money which
otherwise would be frittered away foi
articles of doubtful value or benefit th.
pupil soon accumulates a fund of respect
able proportions. These funds in many
oases have grown to such size as to enabl.
the depositors to pay their way through
academies and even through colleges.
According to estimates there are
87.000 electric vehicles in use In th.
United States, of which number about
15.000 are pleasure cars and 12,000 com
mercial vehicles. Chicago holds the
rec rd with 2,850 vehicles. New York,
with 2,000, comes second, and Cleve
land. with 1 800. comes third.
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GLAOIO—PART I.
(Copyright, 1913, by tho McClure News
paper Syndicate.)
Once upon a time thero was a poor
man named Otto who had five daugh
ters, and while ull of them were very
handseme, the youngest, whose name
was Gladlo, was the most beautiful of
all.
Hut Otto was very poor and could not
support them and one night when the
wind was blowing and the snow fall
ing fast outside his poor little house
he sat with his five daughters around
the fireplace wenderlng what would be
come of them.
Suddenly a knock came at the door
and ffltto hastened to open It, and he
stepped back In fear as a giant stepped
lntp the r»«m with a bag over his
shoulder.
"As I was passing by,” he said, “I
thought I heard you say, “I.do not
knew what will become of us.’ Was
I right?”
“I did think that,” replied Otto, ’’but
I was not aware that 1 spoke out
loud.”
"I can help you,” said the giant. “If
you w^ll give me your yqurigest daugh
ter, yeu shall have a cemfertkble home
and a garden In the summer.”
Gladle was frightened anfl. ran to
her father, but her sisters ppjled her
away and pushed her toward the giant.
“Take her,” they all cried, “and give
us a home that Is comfortable.”
Gladle began to cry, and Otto said:
“No, I cannot part with Gladlo unless
she wishes to go.”
Tho four sisters took their father
aside and told him he was a foolish
old man and they all would starve If
ho did not consent and urge Gladlo to
go with the giant.
While tho sisters were talking to
their father the giant srnlled at Gladlo
and told her not to be afraid, and Ills
face was so kind when ho smiled that
Gladlo got over her fear and said she
would go with him.
The four sisters were thinking only
of their own comfort, however, and
when Gladlo said she would go with
tho giant they hold her back and said:
“First let us see the house and the
garden you promised.”
“Do not fear," said the giant, “you
will have all I have promised. Get In
here,” he said to Gladlo as he opened
the bag.
It was soft and warm Inside the bag,
for It was lined with fur, and the giant
threw It over his shoulder and went
out. Just as he was closing the door
he said: “In the morning you will find
all I have promised."
Gladlo felt herself being carried
along the road, but the cold wind did
not harm her, and after a while the
giant stopped and opened the bag.
“Hop out, little girl,” he said, “here
we aro at home.”
Gladio found herself In a room where
it was nice and wuirjp and a table was
spread for her sift>f)er. A*fter she had
eaten, the giant t»Id her to ring a
little bell that was on the table.
In a few minutes a queer looking lit
tle old woman appeared.
“Bhow Gladio to her room,” said the
giant.
The little old woman wore a funny
peaked white cap, which had a full
ruffle around the face. Her dress was
black and short, shewing a shiny pair
of high heeled shses with silver
buckles.
She also wore a white apron without
a Wrinkle In It.
Her eyes were bright and while her
chin and her nese almest touched, she
had a kindly velce and Gladio did not
feel afraid when she said, "Come along,
dearie. I will show you where you are
to sleep.”
Gladio felt she had known her all her
life, and was quite willing to go with
her.
“Good night,” said the giant as Gladio
went out of the re^m. “you need not
be afraid here; n.s •ne'nvlll harm you.”
“I feel qtllte sure sf that,” replied
Gladio, as she sal^ goed night to him.
Thb little old lady teek Gladio to a
pretty little roem and tbld her a story
after she was in bed and the first thing
she knew she had been asleep and It
was morning and time to get up'.
When Otte and the four sisterS'awoke
they found themselves In a nice com
fortable house with a lawn In front,
although It was covered with snow, and
at the back of the house there was a
place for a large vegetable garden.
“Is this not much better than hav
ing Gladio?” asked one of the sisters
ns Otto came to the breakfast table.
“You have four daughters left; you
can easily spare her.” But Otto shook
his head. “No,” he replied, “I can
never enjoy this home, for I do not
know whether Gladio Is happy or not;
perhaps she Is crying tills minute.”
“You aro a foolish old man,” said
his daughters, “and you do not appre
ciate all the good fortune that has come
to you.”
But Otto was not happy. He wanted
some word from Gladio and he did not
know where to go to find her.
At last his daughters told him to go
and look around the grounds of his
new home, hoping he would forget
Gladio und not bother worrying about
her.
While he was gone a knock came at
the door and when one of the sisters
opened It there stood the giant.
In tomorrow's story I will tell you
why he came.
GLADIO—Cnntinneri
(Copyright, 1IH3, by the McClure News
paper Syndicate.)
When the four sisters saw the giant
they all called out at once: “What
is the matter?" for they were afraid he
had come to return Gladlo and take
their now home from them.
“Your little sister Is homesick,” said
tho giant, “and she wishes to come
back to you. She has cried all night
und will not eat. What shall I do?”
he asked. "If 1 bring her back you
you will have to give up your home and
be poor again ”
“No, no,” said all four sisters at
once; "keep her; she Is a silly child,
and If she does not stop crying shut
her In a dark room and feed her on
bread and water.”
Then they hurried the giant away
for fear their father would see him
and hear his story.
“The giant hus been here,” they told
Otto when ho came In the house, “and
Gladlo Is quite well and happy. She
hus everything she wants.”
The next duy while Otto was out
the giant called again.
"What Is the matter?” called all four
sisters, for this time they were sure
the giant had Gladlo In one of his big
pockets.
"Something terrible has happened;
your sister has fallen Into tho power
of an old witch,” said the giant, “and
will be changed Into a black cat unless
you take her back at once, and she Is
crying fer her sisters and her father.
Bhall I bring her back?"
“No, no,” replied all the sisters at
once, "keep her and let the witch
change her Into a cat; that will be
the end of her and you will not be
bothered with her crying and we will
not have her home. Hurry away," they
said, “before our father sees you.”
Now, tho truth of the matter was that
Gladlo was very happy In her new
home, but the giant wished to test tho
hard hearted sisters.
They watched him out of sight, but
they did not know that he returned by
another road to look for Otto, and
when he saw him he called very softly
so that the sisters might not hear,
"Otto! Otto!”
When Otto heard his name he
looked around and when he saw the
giant he hurried to him, asking eager
ly. "Whore Is Gladlo? Is she well?”
“No,” said the giant, "she Is crying
for you and wants to come home, but
you need not take her back If you
do not want her, for an old witch will
change her Into a black cat and that
will be the end of her.”
“No, no,” cried Otto. “Where is my
poor little girl? Do not let the witch
harm her; take me to her.”
"I cannot do that,” said the giant,
"but if you really want Gladlo I will
bring her back; but remember, If I
do this you will lose your nice, com
fortable home and go back to your
poor house, where I first found you."
"I do not care,” replied Otto, "only
bring back Gladlo and I will never
again complain.” ]
‘‘X will bring her tonight,” said the
giant as he hurried away.
That night when the moon was shin
ing and Otto and the four sisters sat
around a bright fire, sleigh bells were
heard.
The sisters ran to the window and
looked out.
A beautiful white sleigh drawn by
four white horses wearing sliver har
nesses and silver bells came dashing
down the road and stopped in front
of the door.
There were two people In the sleigh
besides the driver; one was a lady
dressed In beautiful white fours and
tho other was a gentleman In a dark
fur coat and cap. The gentleman
Jumped out and helped the lady, who
sprang to the ground and ran up the
steps.
Tho four sisters ran to open the door,
for they thought some royal princess
had come to visit them, but when they
opened the door there stood their sis
ter Gladio, and beside her handsome
young man.
Otto ran to Gladio and took her In
his arms. “You shall stay here,” he
said, "and ijever leave your old father
again; but who is this gentleman?” he
asked.
"This Is my husband,” said Gladio
smiling. “I have brought you a son."
The sisters did not understand it, but
they felt sure that it would be to,
their advantage to welcome Gladio, and
so they gathered around her and kissed
her, looking at her rich furs with
Jealous eyes.
“Have you come to stay?” they
asked, fearing they would lose their
comfortable home.
When Gladto’s husband heard the
question he left Otto and went to the
sisters and said: "No, your sister will
not deprive you of your home; she has
come to curry her father to her home
In the palace where she will live with
me.”
Then he told them that he was a
prince, and that he was looking for a
wife, when he came In the form of a
cruel giant. A witch had helped him
to disguise himself so that he might
find a good wife among the poor.
Then he told Otto that he had vis
ited the sisters and told them how un
happy Gladio was that ho might test
their love for their sister, but that all
of them had been willing that she
should be changed’Into a black cat, that
they might live in comfort.
"You shall not lose your home,” he
told the selfish sisters, “but Gladio and
I will take your father with us, for ho
wanted his daughter back, even if he
lost his comfortable home.
“You do not deserve a good sister,
such as Gladio, and you will never Bee
her again.”
Otto rode away In the white sleigh
with Gladio and her prince, and the
four selfish sisters looked after them,
repenting of their greediness and hard
heartedness when It was too late.
THE HERO.
(Copyright, 1911, by the McClure News
paper Syndicate.)
‘‘I wish I had lived In the times when
men did great things and went to
battle. There were heroes in those
days," said Ned Lawton. "There are
Just as many heroes now,” said his
mother, with a smile, “only they are
not recognized as such by the majority
of people." "Oh, of course I know that
Admiral Dewey was a hero, and every
body does, but I mean that there are
not so many as In the days when there
were so many wars and Indians to
fight."
"Yes there are,” his mother persisted,
"and you can be one if you wish." Ned
looked at his mother with surprise.
"How can I be a hero, mother?" he
asked. "By doing right when you are
tempted to do wrong. The man or wo
man who overcomes a real temptation
does a heroic thing und wins as great
a battle ns the man who goes to war
with a regiment. Ned sat quietly
thinklpg for a few minutes, and then
he asked: "If I had not gone swimming
the other day when the boys teased me
to go, would that have been a victory?”
| “Yes," replied his mother, that would
have been a victory over temptation
and wrongdoing, for I had told you not
to go swimming without asking me.”
"But you do not get a little medal for
things like that,” said Ned, still not
quite sure he understood. “You get
the title of being an upright man and
the peace of your own conscience," re
plied his mother. “You have got to
tight out the little things that go to
make up the big things in life first,
then the rest will follow as a matter
of course.” Ned thought over what
his mother had said, but it soon went
out of his mind as he heard the whistle
of one of his playmates outside. Not
long after this talk Ned was playing
ball on a vacant lot with some of his
friends. The lot was on a corner, and
the wind wuV blowing so hard that
everyone who came that way had a
hard time getting past. An old wo
man, with a basket tilled with vege
tables and other things from the
market, had her bonnet blown off her
head, and when she sat her basket up
on the ground to get her hat, the basket
tipped over, and out rolled the con
tents In all directions. The poor old
woman could not run, and away blew
the honnet out of her reach, her hair
flying over her head and into her
eyes.
"Oh, look at old granny,” called out
one of the boya. "Why don't you run
and catch It.” called another as the
bonnet again escaped the old woman’s
grasp. "Oh, look at the basket; it is
blowing away, too!” called another, and
then a shout of glee went up as the
old woman’s shawl blew over her
head. Ned had been a silent spectator
and his impulse was to help the old
woman, but he feared the jeers of his
playmates and stood still. Suddenly
his mother's words came to him, “Dare
■ to do right.” Ned did not hesitate any
[ longer. He ran to the old woman and
straightened her shawl; then he ran
after the bonnet that had blown
, against a post. The boys did not say
anything at first, but when Ned put
the bonnet on the old woman’s head
and tied the strings, they shouted, “Oh,
look at granny’s little girl! Where are
your curls Neddie?” Ned’s face flush
ed and his eyes flashed, but he went
bravely on helping the old woman.
[ “You wait here,” he told her, leading
her to a sheltered doorway of a near
by house. Then he picked up her
basket and gathered the scattered
groceries and put them in the basket.
“Going home with Grandma?" called
one of the boys. “Yes, Neddie, be a
good little boy,” said another, "and
carry the basket.” "You shut up,” call
ed Ned, “or I'll punch you." “Oh! little
girls don’t fight,” called out Fred
Smith; "you’ll have to stay in and
flew, if you are naughty.” This last
was too much for Ned. He put the
basket on the ground and ran Into the
lot. but the boys ran, too. “You wait
till I catch you, Fred Smith,” he called;
‘Til show you whether I am a girl or
not.” Ned picked up the basket and
went where the old woman was
waiting. “1 will carry It home for you,”
he said.
When Ned returned he looked for the
boys, but they were not in sight. That
afternoon he saw Fred Smith standing
in front of a store, and he lost no time
in confronting him. "You called me a
girl for helping that old woman,” said
Ned. "and I am going to fight you. Now
get ready.” Fred started to run, but
some of the other boys seeing him at
that moment called out, "Coward!” and
he had to face the angry Ned. “What
is the matter with your face?" asked
Ned’s mother at the supper table that
night. “J^red Smith scratched me,” re
plied Ned, hanging his head. “Scratched
you!” repeated his mother. “How in
the world did that happen?” And sq
the story came out. “I couldn’t let him
call me a girl,” explained Ned when his
mother came to his room that night
and sat on his bed talking over what
had happened. "But you were a hero,!
replied his mother. "What did th«
words of those boys matter?" "But
mother, they did not think I was then]
they do now though. They know I
am not afraid of Fred Smith. I feel
all right here,” said Ned, putting hit
hand over his heart, “when I was help
ing the old woman, but not here.” anl
he touched his head, "until I punchej
Fred Smith and now I feel fine all over?
His mother kissed him goodnight ant
said: “You are my little hero fa
daring to do right and helping thJ
old woman, but I think the flghtinl
was uncalled for.” “Mother never wai
a boy or she would understand?
thought Ned. "I just had to punot
Fred Smith, that’s all."
THE SQUIRRELS’ PARTY.
muyyiiguu xaio, uy me ivicmurw wcno
paper Syndicate.)
Merrie and Whiskers were two little
squirrels. They lived In the hollow of
ft tall tree, and when the nut-gathering
season was over they found they had
a largo store of nuts.
“We have enough nuts to last all
winter and many besides,” said
Whiskers when they looked over their
supply. The weather became warm
again, and one day Merrie, who liked
fun, said: “Let us give a party. We
can put the nuts in little heaps on the
ground around the tree and the guests
can help themselves.”
“Whom shall we ask?” said
Whiskers.
“The Rabbits and the two Owls In
the next tree." said Merrie; "and we
should ask the Sparrows, but they
chatter so 1 do not care much about
having them.”
“There is the Hedgehog.” said Whis
kers; "we cannot leave him out. al
though he probably is asleep.”
"I hope he is,” said Merrie. "for I
could not be comfortable with him
around.”
“And the Squirrels in the big oak,”
said Whiskers; "we ought to invite
them, and also the Grey family.”
“No, indeed," said Merrie; “1 am
going to be careful about the guests;
if you ask these Squirrels they will be
borrowing all winter; every sunny day
they will be running over here, think
ing that we can spare a few nuts as
well as not. No. they are not to be
invited." The next night, when the
moon was shining brightly. Merrie and
Whiskers sat on the limb of the tree
waiting for their guests.
The nuts were all arranged, and as
the Hedgehog could not be awakened.
Merrie felt comfortable and expected
to have a good time.
“There are the Rabbits.” said
Whiskers, "and Mrs. Rabbit has on a
new brown coat." Merrie and Whis
kers ran down to the ground and
greeted the Rabbits: then the Owls
came, and after waiting for the Spar
rows a few minutes Merrie said. “I
tnink the Sparrows will not be her*
they do not go out much at night.”
"Oh. I am sorry for thatl” said Mri
Owl.
Merrle looked at her and then movei
to a safe distance from her.
"Now everybody must help himself,',
said Merrle, "and I am sure you wlj
find the nuts delicious.” and botj
squirrels began t® eat.
The Rabbits and the Owls looked *
one another and hen at the squirrels
who dropped their nuts and stared a]
their guests. It had lust occurred tj
them that neither the 0%vls nor Rabbit)
could eat nuts. "Have you some beel
tops or cabbages?” asked the Rabbits
"No.” replied Merrle, very sadly. "Wi
were thinking that everyone could eal
nuts.” Mr. and Mrs. Owl had thell
heads together. Of course, they wer|
very wise, and in a minute Mrs. Owl
said to the Squirrels: "We think at
we are your guests that we should eat
tho collation you have provided; you
can crack the nuts and perhaps w<
shall eat them.”
Merrle and Whiskers were very glad
to do this and handed each guest a nul
with the meat well exposed.
"Oh, I like It!” said Mrs. Owl. "Sa
do I.” said Mr. Owl. "Give me soma
more.”
The Rabbits liked them also, and
Merrle and Whiskers were kept busy
opening shells. In fact, they!'did not
have a chance to taste a single nut,
their guests were so greedy, and they
did not show any signs of going home
until the morning light showed through
the trees, and the Owls said they must
bo going while they could see. and
away they flew. Then the Rabbits ran
away. Poor Merrle and Whiskers went
slowly up the tree to their hole. They
were too tired to run.
"It certainly is tiresome work giv
ing a party.” said Whiskers.
“Yes,” said Merrle. “when,you almost
have to eat for the guests.' And this
party has taught me a lesson—not to
go outside our own set again for
guests. The very Idea of not eatlnjr
nuts!"
THE JUMPING JACK.
(Copyright. 1913, by the McClure News
paper Syndicate.)
A little wooden Jumping jack hung In
a shop window, a string was tied
around his neck, and his arms and legs
hung quite limp, but if anyone had
pulled the string that was just at the
end of his spine they would soon have
discovered that he was not so meek as
he looked. Now this is exactly what
Jack wished would happen, for in the
center of the window facing him was
a lady doll who wore the most be
witching little poke bonnet, and from
under it Jack could see a pair of bright
eyes, but they seemed to never look at
him.
If only some one would pull the
string that moved his legs and arms
ho knew he not only would attract her
attention, but he would Jump and per
form as never before, and he was sure
he could win her admiration. On her
bonnet were the tiniest rosebuds, and
Jack had named her. in his little wood
en heart. Rose. Rose w'ore a dress of
pink silk, and on her arm she carried
a box filled with pins; th^s he had
learned from a parrot that sat on a
swing near him.
"But she will never notice you,” the
parrot had told him when he caught
Jack looking at Rose one day, with
loving looks; "she is very proud, and
she says she is French, whatever that
is,” said the parrot. But no one pulled
the string and Jack had no opportunity
of displaying his agility, and testing
Rose’s regard for him. and there came
a day when the shop keeper took Rose
from the window and wrapped her in
a piece of paper and she was carried
away by a pretty woman. Poor Jack
hung more limp tham ever, and he
thought his little wooden heart .was
broken, but the parrot told hint to cheer
up, "there are plenty more dolls in the
world, and more suitable to love than
that French creature.”
But Jack did not think so. and while
he tried to look as though he had for
gotten Rose, he dreamed of her at
night, and in the daytime he looked
toward the place where she had sat,
with a sad heart. And then something
happened; a woman with a little boy
came into the shop and bought Jump
ing Jack. He was carried to a big
house and put in a room with many
other tovs. There were many animals
and a Teddy bear, but not a doll was
to be seen, and although Jack jumped
high and fast at first, after a while he
grew tired and wished for the window
again and the parrot to whom he could
talk of Rose.
“If there was a doll of any sort here,”
Saved By Umbrella.
From the Strand.
During a thunderstorm in Deal, Eng
land. Minnie Rogers, aged 17. was
! walking along one of the small back
! streets of the town carrying a number
j of umbrellas, etc., when a vivid flneh
; of lightning, evidently attracted by the
steel frame of one of the umbrellas she
was holding, ripped open her own urn
j brella, struck her, and threw her vio
lently to the ground. There was only
one gentleman in the street at the time,
and ho assisted her to rise. Strangely
j enough, when she had done so she
found that all her clothes, umbrella,
and cati were perfectly dry, whereas
before she had been drenched, for the
rain poured down in torrents. Her de
scription of her feelings was: "I felt
Just as though my head had been stung
! by a wasp, there was a singing noise
in my ears, and I seemed to see a bright
I light, like the sun, shining through my
j umbrella.” With the exception of her
ihought Jack, "It would be better than
this, for I am sure I was made to bo
oved. and I want some one to admire
lie.” One day the little boy took Jack
jut of the room and downstairs. He
went to the door of a room and looked
in. "There Isn’t anyone here," he told
lack. "Muvver Is out. and we’ll go In
xnd look out her window. There Is a
ittle girl in the window opposite and
?he will laugh when I make you jump
tor her.” The little boy knocked on the
window and the little girl looked at him
xnd laughed, and when he made Jack
lump and kick she danced up and down
.vith delight. Suddenly Jack saw somo
:hing that made his little wooden heart
jump, as well as his legs and arms, and
then it seemed to stand still, for on the
dressing table stood Rose and from un
der the little bonnet she was looking at
him with admiration as he Jumped
about. And didn’t he jump! The little
boy thought he was making Jack do
all sorts of tricks, but it was Jack him
self who did more capers than he ever
had done In all his life. By and by a
nurse took the little girl away, and the
little boy grew tired of Jack, and went
out of the room, leaving Jack on the
window sill, dangerously near the edge.
Soon a heavy team passing Jarred the
house and off he went, sliding down
the wall and landing on the floor on
his side, with Ills back resting against
the wall. And there was Rose right
in the room, and he couldn’t see her.
“If some one would only put me up on
the table beside her,” thought Jack.
"What Is that?” thought Jack, as
something came toward him. and quick
as a flash run up the table leg. In a
second .tbe cat came In and Jumped to
the ton of the table. There was a ratt
ling of sliver and something fell be
side Jack. He saw the mouth and then
he looked to see what had fallen, and
right beside him was Rose with her
bright eyes looking Into his and her
little red mouth close beside his facei
Jack thought he must be dreaming, as
she asked in a very low voice. "Hava
I not seen you somewhere before?"
And then Jack told her how he had
always loved her even In the old days
In the shop window, and that It almost
broke his little wooden heart when sh«
went away, and while Rose had always
thought she would like a sailor boy foi
her husband, she knew sailors weri
fickle, and she was wise enough tg
know also that Jack loved her with all
the honest joy of his little wooder.
heart, and such love was not to bf
despised, so she smiled and Jack knew
he at last had won the little French
doll’s heart.
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hair being slightly singed, she sustained
no Injury.
The Uplift of Crucifixion.
From the Unlvorsalist Leader.
Jesus drew the world to him by being
lifted upon the cross, by giving himself
absolutely and entirely. Had he appealed
to lmmedite results, had he devoted hU
life to patching the immediate ills with
which he was surrounded not a whit lesz
than aro wo in this day, his life would
have been a failure and his mission a
wreck. Yet never has there been one more
sensitive to immediate need, nor one who
gave more cheerfully of what he had, but
with larger vision he sought its realiza
tion in the salvation of the world. His
church must follow in his footsteps, and
give Itself, be crucified if need be. then
and then only will it feel the sweep of the
current of the purpose of God, and be
carried on to participation in that final
victory’which It has helped to win. Are
we ready to swing Into line with the
Christian order of growth, which is but
the application of the natxiral order, and
give ourselves as Jesus did to the service
to which we are called?
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’Tis But Human.
Even at an International suffrage
convention hats claim a share of the
general interest. Miss Anna Maxwell
Jones gives an account of her experi
ences at the Budapest conference.
"Every woman,’ she says, “had to
take off her hat and leave it with
the soldier at the door. I suppose
the explanation may have been the
Queemess of some of them. I saw
one woman wearing a thing like a
cornucopia upside down, with tassels
on each side. Of course I thought it
was an interesting national costume,
with which I was unfamiliar, and
made bold to ask her about it. ‘Oh,
no, indeed. This is a Paris hat,’ she re
plied.”
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Almost an Egotist.
"Jimmy seems to like himself prefc
ty well, doesn’t he?”
“Yes. I fancy that he thinks hi*
father and mother ought to get down
on their knees every night and thank
heaven for having permitted them to
become his parents.”
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Joe—What is the easiest way to
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fingers?
Josephine—Hold the hammer in
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"There is a lot of spirit in that
song.”
“That is why It keeps haunting
you.”
The average man’s brains are useful
to another man who knows just how
to use them.
The punishment of pride and cru
elty will be heavy though It may be
long in coming.
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