THERE IS
C'O DEATH
la no death! The ilsn go down
T rise upon eome other shore,
AM bright in Heaven's Jeweled crown
Thar kin (or evermore.
no death! The dust we tread
Shall change beneath the aummer show
era.
Tat golden grain, or mellow fruit.
Or rainbow tinted Bowers.
The granite rooks disorganise
To trad th Buagry rnois tnsy fcssr;
Tbo forest leaves breathe dally life
out the viewless air.
There la no death! The leaves may fall.
- The Bowers may fade and pass away;
They only wait, through wintry houra.
The coming of the Hay.
There Is no death: an angel form
Walks o'er the earth with silent tread:
Ke bears our best loved things away,
And than ws call them dead.
Bo Wares our hearts all desolate.
Ha plucks the fairest, sweetest flowers;
Transplanted Into bliss, tbey now
Adorn Immortal bowers
The Mmtl&e voice, whose joyous tones
Made glad the scene ov aui and strife,
Sings now its everlasting song
Amid the tree of life.
Where'er he sees a smile too bright.
Or soul too pure tor taint of vice.
Be bears it to that world of light.
To dwell in paradise.
Into the undying life.
They leave us but to come again;
With Joy we welcome from the same
Except in sin and pain.
And ever near ua, though unseen.
The dear. Immortal spirits tread
Far all the boundless universe
la Ufa; there are no dead.
W. 8. McCreary.
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C:,:r fa Kjlss.
BT EDGAR WBLTON COOLET.
Copyright. 1M, by Dally Starr Pub. Co.)
A roots and a maiden stood under
tae asaptos. The youth was holding
tha maiden's hand, and his eras and
tha BBOoallfbt were looking down into
kr pturned face. Her chip hat dan-
fled from its strings, and her hair,
ywllow as the moonbeams, clung about
her neck in riotous ringlets. Her eyes
were blue and wistful, but her lips
wore as silent as the night
The youth's voice was low and
trambled. as though a sob, which he
tad tried to swallow, was lodged in
his throat
In babyhood these two had played
together; in childhood they had wan
dered, hand in hand, across the vlolet
ottod fields and along the clorer-car-
nwisM lanes.- Into each other's hearts
they had grown, and to each the future
without the other, seamed uninviting.
Bat the youth was about to depart
'or a far country, and they were
fading together under the maples for
tka last time, perhaps for years per
dtps for ever.
Jason was a sojourner on the bor
aar land between youth and manhood.
Ho was ambitious, visionary, perhaps
ad the quiet country town seemed
to possess no encouraging possibilities.
Stories of vast wealth wrested from
the. rocks of Alaska had proven fas
cinating to him and he had determined
to seek for riches in the frosen Klon
dike. -
"I wiU return to you some day, my
Princess Mildred,'' he said. "I wiU re
tar to you with lore in my heart and
gold in my hand and will build for
yew a palace of marble in the midst of
thousand acres.
At this Mildred smiled sadly and
glanced up at a star in the heavens.
. "That la the North Star -lean - .
"Every night I shall look at it
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tween the leaves and through the open
door at their likenesses within. A
pathway, wandering amid the shadows
and the perfume from the porch to the
board fence, which stood paintless and
gloomy, in front, stopped at tne gate
where Mildred stood of evenings In
the dusk and the twilight.
Beyond the gate, the road stretched,
to the right over the far fields into the
wearisome distance; to the left into
the heart of the village, past the four
stores, the postofflce, the tavern, the
meeting house, and on to the fields
again, and the hills, and the woods and
the sunset
As the darkness deepened, the fields
grew more and more Indistinct to the
woman's vision, sad the road seemed
to end in a mist which grew ever near
er to her.
But through the mist a star shone
brightly the Polar Star. And Mil
dred watched it with wistful eyes and
smiled sadly. "He will return." she
said to herself; "he will return to me
with love In his heart"
But after two years in the Klondike
Jason found himself one morning In
a crowd of desperate, disappointed
men, who cursed their way aboard
Jason Cased In Stnpld Wonder.
ship and returned to Seattle with tales
of hardship, discouragement and fail-
are, la their search for the hidden
wealth that would not reveal Itself to
their hungry eyes.
Poisoned by contagion from that
baser element in whose company he
had been thrown during those two
years on the ragged edge of civiliza
tion. Jason drowned all recollections
of bis Princess Mildred and spent the
next few months in idle dissipation in
the cities on the coast
Without ambition, hopeless and de
spondent ho lay. one night amid the
sear and yellow verdure on a vacant
lot gaslng upward at the sky Among
the million glittering lights that dot
ted the azure arch he saw but one
the Polar Star.
Suddenly, like a long, dead memory,
there came to him the picture of a girl
with wistful eyes and golden curls,
standing under the maples, with the
moonlight kissing her upturned face.
Fumbling in his pocket, he pulled
out a dirty wallet from whence he
took a faded violet He pressed the
blossom to his Hps. then staggered to
his feet and strode away through the
night
When one has no money traveling Is
slow and uncertain. But In January
Jason reached Colorado.
Footsore and weary, but with the
bright vision, of his Princess Mildred
before him, he was limping across the
foothills. The air was bitterly cold
but dry, and not the faintest breeze
was stirring. Before him the cold,
gray mountains pressed their snow
capped peaks against the cloudless
blue. The sunshine fell with uncom
mon brilliancy, and the atmosphere
was so transparent that objects fifty
miles away appeared scarcely as many
rods.
Of a sadden he felt a sharp pain on
his face as though he had been stung
by a bee. Again and again be experi
enced the painful sensation, although
not an insect could be seen. Then he
noticed that a mist was swiftly biding
tne mountains from his sight A
brz Sprung up and the air became
a dazzling mass of scintUating par
ticles like diamond dost
Jsson paused aad gazed with fran
Ue, startled eyes. He knew that the
oroaaeo "White Death" was wrapping
M shilling shroud arossd bSm, Ha
nad heard .old miners toll of the
"White Death" and he know the glis
tening fragments la tbo alt were par
ticles of lee so soUdly frosa that they
roach one's longs before they meit Bo
know that deadly pasajaoala invari
ably claims the luckless traveler who
laaalas tat breath of the "White
Bat attkowgh frantically he gassd
mas! kins, tkm was no lhsbKatloa
Tlssaia, no bwildiag to which aaattar
taM no ssockt Ko waatod to cry
oat to Ua agoay. bat ho dars act opaa
kto Mttl tor tsar Um lea womld tUl
ktaloaan. Bo toatt a greasy tsaaaaa
sasdksrshlsr frosa Ma potaot aad ttod
It across ate aaoatk.
Tfcaa to kto aavatoas tyaa, taars
caato ftoaa owt tka satat taa fgaro of
gJrl Taa fastens were tsoas of kls
Prtoaaat KIM rat, aad ska seesaad to
Mttea aim Ito followed her aad she
lad aim to a deep ravine.
Vmk aad cakaaatoi. ha feag alav
a& cwar Cm adzs aad rc2ed dowa Cs
tacX Tka ravtM tot apward to a
Caxg to Cto tta at Cm awmtsia,
fro at, af a asaSI ssrsr-a
t-l VsOt let Ca saaa rl
fc 1 eur a rjOcrzj t-.
a Cjr at baa tarn
tm C.t tr ka son f i a
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forts of the storm and was a boat to
continue on his journey wben his eye
was attracted by a brilliant glitter in
the tiny stream. Falling upon his
knees, be peered into the crystal wa
ter, ui recti y beiow him a hoiiow aad
been worn in the rock by the current.
The bottom of this pocket was lined
with gold dust
Jason gazed in stupid wonder for
several moments, then a mist dased
his eyes and a wild exhilaration pos
sessed him. Clambering down the
rocks he greedily scraped the gold
dust into his handkerchief, and then
cautiously withdrew.
A week later he was at work with
pick and shovel and pan, searching for
the lode from which these particles
had been washed. And one evening
the light of the setting sun fell upon
him, picking great nuggets out of
ledge his pick had penetrated, and
laughing hysterically.
And that Is how Jsson located the
famous Princess Mildren Mine.
a e
A man and a woman stood under the
maples. The man was holding both of
the woman's hands, and his eyes and
the moonlight were looking down into
her upturned face.
"You have been so long returning,
Jason," she said. "And did you find
no gold?"
The man tangled his hand la her
hair and held It out in the moonlight
"Yes," he answered her, "at last I
have found the brightest ' gold on
earth. See, it is dripping through my
fingers. You shall have a marble pal
ace in the midst of a thousand acres,
my Princess Mildred, and it shall face
to the north where the Polar Star
hangs forever in the heavens."
The woman plucked a violet and
pinned it on his coat, and be kissed
her happy eyes.
THSY COURT CAUTIOUSLY.
LaplaaS Girts Watt Have Parental
Coaeeat so Marriage.
Getting married among the peoples
of the northern nations is by no means
tbe off-hand, hit-or-miss affair which
it is with too many people in this
blessed country of the free. In Nor
way before a woman can marry it Is
necessary, under a law recently passed,
that she hold a certificate of house
wife ability. She must pass an exam
ination in cooking, knitting, spinning,
etc., and get her certificate of profi
ciency in these branches before she can
got her marriage certificate. Also both
bride and bridegroom must show evi
dence that tbey have been vaccinated
properly. In Lapland it is an offense
punishable with death to marry a girl
without her parents' consent No
elopements In that country! When a
pair of lovers apparently have reached
that stage of courtship which calls for
tbe official cognizance of "pa" and
ma" the friends of the lovers are In
vited to meet at a specified place to
see the enamored ones run a race. To
the girl Is allowed In starting the ad
vantage of one-third of the distance,
so that it is Impossible for the young
man to overtake her unless she is will
ing. If the girl outruns her suitor the
affair is ended and she thenceforward
is "only a sister" to blm. It U a
penal offense for tbe lover to renew bis
offer of msrriage. But if the girl Is In
the condition of mind of the immortal
Barkis, she pretends to meet with some
accident stubs her toe or gets out of
breath and comes to a halt before
the course Is finished, to be caught by
tbe Lapland swain and live happily
ever afterward.
BURNING LIGHTS AT NIGHT.
sfaayOTlasH People Think Artificial
Light Protects Thaaa.
"A man troubled with insomnia sees
a good many phases of the city's night
life that are unknown to those on
whom tbe blessings of sleep descend,"
said the man with the red mustache.
"I myself have not known what it is
to rest clear through a night for a
good many months, and In my pere
grinations and star-gazing I have ob
served many queer things. One of
my curious discoveries is that a good
ly percentage of New York's popula
tion burn a light at night When I
first noticed those faint points of
light saining through so many of ths
windows la ths block that backs up to
ours I wae alarmed, for I thought that
very house mast shelter tares or four
invalids, and that made it look as if
an epidemic of some kind bad struck
or part of ths city. Indeed, so se
riously did I consider the matter that
I made It a point to Inquire Into tbo
health of the neighborhood, aad as a
reward for my pains I waa rnformed
that oat of a population of several
haaored aoala there war aot mora
caaa a aosea people oa tbo sick list
upoa making a ateoad aad mora
thorough investigation I was sur
prised to learn that those lights were
kept barnlng by aorvoos people, who,
although paraaaa aot exactly afraid
of taa dark, fancied that they could
aot sloop well la tba middle of It
Even la taa hot spells a good many
saaAow-fsaring people have clang to
tka midnight gas Jot" New York
t hoard a rather good story the other
day aboat a cond actor who was once
toottgbt wp before Oeaeral Manager
afeMaazara oa a complaint mads by a
fssasaagar. Ths paaeagor waa a worn
aa aad her eoajpisJat waa that the
ooadactor had star at her. "A
waana aagptatoa CU yaw rtjf
gtoral at hsr wta it wxs rts aa
m oar," gu cs rrarcl taacrar.
T3 1 etarsJ tt torr rCaal Cm
ft "J ft tarr ,ri r- n Lyj
Deacon Henliftor Lawdy, it's lucky I had dat chicken In nub hat 'Btead
ob mah pocket.
II K rorLDNT.
Oh. Mr. Spoonelgb. pray rise. It iz
not right thit you should kneel at my
feet. Rise, I beg of you!" Implored the
fair lady.
But he didn't rise. His Irish did.
though, and he replied, solemnly:
I m afraid er Mist! Grace I'm
afraid I'm kneeling on your er that
is. you dropped your chewing gum. and.
on. Miss Grace. I'm stuck on vou!'
Denver Times.
LOOKED I.IKK HKB.
Sir, ' said the gentleman, angrily, as
ne Durst into the photograph gallery.
you have Insulted my wife and I de
mand satisfaction!"
Believe me, sir," said tbe photoa-
rapner, soothingly, "I am Innocent of
any Intended offense' what have 1
done?"
You will have to fight, sir," went on
the man; "you took a picture of mv
wife and It looks like her!'! 'Boston
Post
Doctor Curem But I don't see why
jou will not pay my bill. You said I
had made a new man of you. Mr
Gooph That's Just it, doctor. It was
tbe old man who ordered the work
don, and he ought to pay for It.
QUITE A STRETCH OR THE
Mr. Caterpillar Why, bow are you,
long time.
Mr. Locust Yes, I haven't been here
HT. WOll.ll MK POrTLAR.
Mrs. Nexdore "One of tbe keys of
my dsugbter's piano is out of order,
I wonder If there's any one In the
neighborhood who could fix it?"
Mrs. Pepprey "I doa't know, but if
she's still got one. good key, Why not
ass thatr v
Mrs. NfsaW-"T?kat coaM h do
wiO on 1uv J ' ,;
-8r.-ltt ;rV-iano.-of
sr
I'
"la the sUte sslsr gasped b
! Ifatosr at
ths
poUtteal head-
"Ob. yea, the state's safe, bat tbo
party's snowed under." replied tba
asaa la charge. Baltimore World.
la scaling a poeclplce a man Is up
against a big bluff.
BsTTITMED TO IT,
Client By what right are you keep
ing that IMOO dsmagas you recovered
for bm?
La wysT Didn't yon toll bm la tka
lrat ptaea that all yoa waatod waa sat
fcstioa? Chlo ttoto iaaraaL ;
WO DOVaTT ASMTT IT.
'CKUm "Do yoa bsUovs Us coastj.
tattoa ssSowa tka tax ar aair
r c:j t tt rt: tzi w
- i, (Jf!.i..
Ttaad
tcalisd
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;y oar
t kept
ufrss.
moral Junior
g ' '"AssgnssasaW
il LUCK.
KE WAS
Woodby Booth Who was the "leadlnz man" in th ramn.n.
with last season?
Knight Stands The advance agent
VISIT OF Ttt LCCCST. ,
Mr. Locust? I haven't see you for a
now let me see-
-for seventeen years.
THE OLO HAN 63T
- 0t. Jt. aT5?W'V.
rraak-1 love yoai Clara, aad I want you to be my wife
Clara Your father spoks first
rsMKi anowsaa.
A Cornell professor says that frog
pawn can be carried up la the atmos
phere aad hatched oat la the clouds."
"Br mm, yoq bet III carry aa um
bralla ths next Urns I go out" Cleve
land Plain Dealer.
' TBK SSJIBJT WAMT.
Iwoataa elatoj thoir fssllags hart;
Thsy 're Mcktet ap a laas,
CsMssto wa w ai;rt Os sttn
Tirt tpt tt-7 cu fetai rs.
II K KXPI.AINKD IT.
"Confound It, I wish your mother
wouldn't come here any longer!"
"Why, John, how dare "
"Thth that's all right, darling. I
mean well, she's five feet nine and
one-half now, you know, and"
Now she Is trying to figure out
whether that was what be meant
Denver Times.
KXCI.IH1VRMRSM.
Mrs. Purseproud I see where sev
eral millionaires chartered a whole
steamboat In order to come across the
ocean.
Mr. Purseproud Well, when we go
over we will lesse the ocean for a week.
Baltimore American.
AS IT'S WROTE.
Sue calls herself Cathryn Mae,
And yet there are gossips who sao
Catherine Mary's her name.
They ynsyst she was chrystened that
wae.
Philadelphia Press.
THE PACEMAKER.
WHAT III WOI I.I) too.
"My poor hungry man, if 1 were to
give you a nickel, what would you do
with Itr Inquired the lady with the
angular smeller and the uncertain
spectacles.
"I'll fell yer, mum," replied the gen
tleman with the straggling whiskers
and yearning bread pouch; "1 11 git a
Turkish bath an' buy s ottymubble
wld th' change. Where's th' ten,
mum?" Denver Times.
THK PASO Or IT.
"Why. dear, what's the matter with
you? Bad news from your husband?''
"Oh, worse than that He writes me
that he Is longing for me and kbtses my
picture every day,"
. "That's no reason for crying."
''Yes. but I find I put my mother's
photograph In his trunk by mistake for
mine." Brooklyn Life. ,
We were speaking of Kansas.
"Whenever," tbe .convivial tourist
now remarked. ."I struck a town In
Kansas la which there were no Joints.
I always made up my mind that the
people must be a lot of stiffs."
KEAJ OF HIU.
OPT OF Pl.Afm
PAKT stsi mw.
The Don "And what nut .m
Uhs la this MmJt M ro
hMhZ Proeeadlag of
Motoff Mr. Waters naser taa Nt