GRANVILLE'S THANKSGIVING FESTIVAL
BV HOPt
(py POSE you knew Grsorille had
Dpvr doctor?"
PS' Mm. Smith dropped her aaeudiug
ta her lip and hied a sympathetic gaze
tipon Miss- Lucy' face. 51 audi Smith
looked n from the carnation she was
embroidering upon a lun h ciiHh, aud her
titter Estelle from ber Il.mitou work.
"Yes." Mrs. Smith said. "Of course
we are very sorry for Iloctor Terryll
tod bis friends."
Miss Lucy Ketchum' fair face flushed,
kilt she bore the pause before the lust
words and the expectant looks remarka
bly well.
"I don't know "bout that," and she
drew through he? fingirva tenJrii vf he
honeysuckle vine which claailxred up
the porch. "Iloetor Terryll has had
things his own way long enough. I'm
glad there's going to be a change."
A moment's pause followed. Evidently
thin was not what the Smiths had export
ed, Mis Lucy to say.
"Well, I niUKt be going," and the plump
little spinster rose to her feet.
"Dou't be in a hurry. Can't you stay
to tear
"Thank you. Mrs. Smith, but I couldn't
think of it I just stopped to rest a bit
on niy way home from the postoltice."
"Yes. By the way, hare you seeu our
new physician, I.octor Ixird?"
"Oh, yen, a couple of times. He looks
as if he knew a lot, and I hope he'll soon
have a chance to prove it."
"Why, Miss Lucy, you surprise ire!
Do you mean to say, if you were ill jou
would call Doctor Lord?"
"Me? Oh, I'm never sick. But I hope
be will get on," and, before another word
could be said, Miss Lucy was down the
walk.
"I never thought it of dear Miss Lucy,"
pretty Es telle cried, as soon as the caller
was out of hearing. "It must be true
that Doctor Terryll has stopped ngiin."
"I don't blame her," Maude said, crit
ically eying a strand of pink silk. "Mam
ina, how many years has it been since
Doctor Terry U began to court Miss
Lucy?"
Mrs. Smith thought a moment. "It's
bout fifteen years."
Estelle threw aside her work. "He
tight to be ashamed. For six mouths at
time, he will visit her every Sunday
evening, and take her out riding and to
lectures. Then, without a word of warn
ing, he stops off and don't go near ber
for months."
"I don't blame Miss Lucy for praising
Doctor Lord," and Mande shook her golj-'
en head. "Mamma, what makes Doctor
Terryll treat her so?"
"He once told a friend it was doubt of
hi ability to make a woman happy. He
la naturally undecided aud dilatory. In
bis profession, Doctor Terryll is sure of
himself; but in other things, although one
of the best of mea, he lacks force of
character."
Meantime Miss Lacy was plodding
homeward, the August sun beating down
on her head.
"There, I've started it," she said to
herself. "How folks will talk! I don't
care. I'm going to do everything I can
t help Doctor Lord and to spite David
Terryll. I wouldn't care so much 'bout
bis quitting this last time for I've got
kinder used to it, but I encouraged him.
I'm ashamed of it, but I did want a
chance to refuse him. When a man plays
fast and loose with a woman for fifteen
years, she wants revenge or " und
Miss Lncy stopped abruptly, a dry sob
in her throat.
Her active campaign began Sund-iy
morning. As she approached the church,
neat and dainty in ber sheer black or
gandy and modest, violet-trimmed hat,
the two doctors stood upon the steps.
Doctor Terryll was tall, spare and
dark. A short, stubby beard covered the
lower part of his face, concealing his
fine mouth.
Lorenzo Lord was short and heavy,
with a florid face, pale blue eyes, aud un
auburn mustache. He was fashionably
attired, and seemed only too well satis
fied with himself.
The contrast was decided. Miss Lucy
winced a little. However, she summon
ed up her courage and extended her hand
to Doctor Lord.
"Good morning, doctor. I hope you
have decided to Stay with us."
"Ah, good morning. I think I shall. I
have an impression that my presence is
really needed here."
Indeed it is," Miss Lucy said, uneon
clously encouraging Lord's impertinence
In her eagerness to throw the gauntlet
in Doctor Terry ll's face.
As the days went by, all Granville was
surprised at Miss Lucy's marked prefer
ence for Doctor Lord. She sang bis
praises, she recommended his services to
ber friends, she invidiously compared his
modem knowledge with Doctor Terryll's
more antiquated modes of practice.
It was the hardest task the little spin
ster bad ever attempted. Not only did
her conscience reproach her for her shab
by treatment of David, but Doctor Lord
was personally distasteful to her. She
could not shut her eyes to his s If -conceit
and coarseness.
At first he had been inclined to make
port of Miss Lucy. He soon saw that
the was too strong an ally to be disposed
of in that way. So he patronized her.
He was reticent about bis past, kiic
cessfiilly parrying all questions. Aside
from the fart that he was a graduate of
Chicago medical college, Granville
knew nothing about him.
One thing was sure. Doctor Lord was
on the flood tide of prosperity in Gran
ville. He was winning Doctor Terryll's
practice away from hin. The youmrer
man's pretensions deceived many. So
elally he was received everywhere, un he
wa careful to cover bis real boorishness
with a veneer of po.itwess.
One warm September afternoon, he
was passing Miss Lucy's little cottage,
when be chanced to see the mistress of
the boose and Estelle In the back yard.
He joined them.
Mia Lncy was gathering flowers for
Estelle. She paused to preet the doctor,
sit bit attention was all for her com
panion. "How well kept yonr jrnrd always Is,
tllss LfccyT' Bstelle said, determined to
w ber into the conversation.
t Thank yon, ny dear. It would do
frty veil If it wasn't for that awfnl
r Jf. There's a root of it now," and
4 t haart down and deftly pulls! the
1 frwi a smug the nasaes of pink,
white rerbeaaa.
(- I aXd rw !) Itr Doctor Lard
."
DARING.
asked, taking the plant from her hand.
"That? Why, don't you kuow jus
ley. Doctor I.ord?"
A supercilious smile crossed his face.
"Apparently it is you who are in ignor
ance. This plant is a well-developed si e
ciiiien of l'ortulaca oleracea. The vul
gar sometimes call it purslane, but ha!
ha! Pusley! What a name!"
Miss Lucy flushed. Even her Jeter
miuation to admire Doctor Lord could
not stand that.
"1 guess I know what I am talking
about," she said severely. "I've known
pus-ley ever since I knew anything."
"Indeed. Your knowledge is. of course,
very recent then Pulley! It's-strange,
Miss Smith, what instances of ignorance
village life brings to one's notice."
Estelle's eyes were blazing with an
ger. "Let u.i take the flowers in the
house, Miss Lucy. Good afternoon.
Doctor Iord."
Thus summarily dismissed, all the doc
tor could do was to take himself off.
Miss Lucy listened in silence to Es
telle's tierce denunciations of Doctor
Lord's rudeness.
"I guess I've made a mistake, my
dear." was all she would say.
"Yes, I guess, Lucy Ketchum, you've
made a mistake," she said to herself that
same afternoon, as she sat alone over
her solitary tea. "Well, the only thing
you can do is to set it right."
She sat thinking a long Lime. The tea
In the clumsy little silver teapot grew
cold, and the peaches aud cream were
untouched. At last Mias Lucy started
up, and begau gathering together her
lavender and white china with reckless
haste.
"Yes, I'll do it," she said aloud. "I've
proved the truth of the saying that
there's no fool like an old one, aud now
I'll go ahead."
Granville was surprised, two days later,
to learn that Miss Lucy was preparing
to visit a cousin in Vermont. This cous
in was unknown to Granville. Miss
Lucy was usually the most confiding of
mortals, but about this visit sue main
tained a dignified silence.
One thing, however, she did. On the
afternoon before she was to start, she
attended a meeting of the Ladies' Aid
Society and there publicly renounced her
allegiance to Doctor Lord.
"I've been took in with him," she an
nounced calmly, although her hands
trembled so she was obliged to drop her
work in her lap. "If I have intlueuced
anybody to favor him instead of Doctor
Terryll I am sorry."
Whether these words had anything to
do with the appearance of Doctor Ter
ryll at the depot the next morning, lo
one knew. He was there at all events.
When the whistle of the coming train
was heard, he held out his band to Miss
Lucy.
"Good-by, Miss Lucy. May you have
a pleasant tima and come safely back to
Granville."
That was all he said, but in his frank
eyes Miss Lucy read something else,
something that fain would have substi
tuted a first person, singular pronoun for
the noun.
Miss Lucy was gone six weeka. When
she returned Granville was in a fever
of excitement
Doctor Iyord had found his popularity
waning. His natural rudeness- would oc
casionally assert itself, and it bad beta,
in one or two instances, promptly re
sented. Then, too, he had attended Mr.
Bishop for two weeks, and the old man
had grown worse. Doctor Terryll was
called. In three days the patient was
out on the street.
Doctor Lord determined on a bold
move. If he could strengthen his so-ial
position, he might thereby win profes
sional patronage. He bad proiosed pud
was successfully carrying forward the
preparations for a grand Thanksgiving
festival to be participated in by the wnole
village.
There was to be a public meeting, with
addresses and music. This was to be
followed by a genuine Thanksgiving din
ner served in olden style.
Doctor Lord w as wise enough to enlist
in his project the best people of the vil
lage. The young man bad real executive
ability, and planned the affair well
Immediately after Miss Lucy's return,
she was called on by Maude Smith. The
girl came to beg the loan of her friend's
old silver, china and furniture for the
festival.
Miss Lucy sat in silence a moment cf
ter the errand was made known.
"Yes," she said suddenly, "you ran
have anything you want, but on one con
dition." "What is that?"
"That I may make a little speech. Tell
something 'bout my trip that will inter
est folks."
Maude was speechless. Such a request
to come from Miss Lucy, always the
most quiet and retiring of mortals!
There was both surprise and amuse
ment when Maude made known Miss
Lucy's terms. Doctor Lord laughed
scornfully, but said:
"Let the old woman talk, if she wants
to."
Doctor Terryll was a member of the
committee. He frowned upon Doctor
Lord, then turned to Maude.
"Assure Miss Ketchum that we shall
be honored by ber consenting to address
us."
Busy days at Granville followed. Miss
Lucy not only lent ber most cherished
possessions, but she also baked a dozen
of the spicy, golden, pumpkin pies for
which she was famous, each one set off
by a crimped edge of pale brown pastry.
Thanksgiving came, clear and cold. The
exercises were to begin at eleven. When
the hour arrived. Miss Lucy untied her
huge white apron, rarefnlly folded it.
gave a IhsI look at the long table bright
with quaint old silver, china and flow
ers, and accompanied Mrs. Smith to tn-,
hall.
Here the walls were covered with ever
greens interspersed with sheaves of rip
ened grain. The speakers' stand was
draped with flags and Miss Lucy's home
ipun blue and white counterpanes. There
was a table filled with blossoming chry
santhemum and silver-leu ved beg-mias,
and In the shadow of this the trembling
little woman took her place.
There was music, prayer, a brief lid
dress by a Judge and mother by a min
ister. Then the chairman announced;
"Our esteemed townswomao, bflaa
Lacy Ketchum, will wow favor m with
turn reminiscences of her recast trse
els"
How MUs Lucy got upon ber feet and
made her way to the fruut of the plat-.
form, she could never bare told. Thre
she stood, a shrinking little figure clad
in soft gray silk, with creamy lace at
throat and wrists. A w indow behind her
threw her face into strong relief aud ac
centuated its paleness.
Her heart leat violently. She was
unable to articulate a word. Just then
her gaze chanced to rest upon the coarse,
mocking face of Dr. Lord. Behind Liin
sat Doctor Terryll. One glance into bis
sympathizing eyes, aud Miss Lucy was
herself.
"I spent several weeks in Lancaster,
Vermont," she begau, speaking in a clear
voice that could be heard all over the
hall. "I went there with an object I
wished to learn something of the early
life of a young man in whom I had be
come interested; and I bad reason to
think he had once lived there. After
quit a spell, I found 001 i was right.
He had had a good education, but had
grow n up an idle, good-for-nothing, spend
ing a term in the house of correction for
theft. After awhile, be left Lancaster
because the officers- were after him, went
to Chicago, drop-M-d the last part of his
name, bought a diploma from a bogus;
medical college, and came to Granville as
Doctor Lorenzo Lord, a man of honor
and a practicing physician. I call his
conduct mean as mean as pusley."
A moment's silence followed the cessa
tion of her voice. Then cheers for Miss
Lucy aud hUses for Doctor Ix-rJ filled
the air. In the confusion he escaped
trom the room. Miss Lucy explained
that, swing the words, Lancaster, Ver
mont, written in a book loaned to Es
telie by the doctor, had recalled to her
mind that she had a cousin living there,
and also suggested to her a means where
by she misfit learn something of his
past.
The meeting soon broke up. As the
crowd was leaving the hall, Mrs. Smith
caught Doctor Terryll by the arm.
"Oh, doctor, won't you see to Misa
Lucy? I'm afraid she is going to faint,
and I must t'end to the coffee. She's be
hind the flowers."
He nodded. Advancing to Miss Lucy's
side, be took both her hands in his.
"You brave little woman! How did
you find the courage for it?"
"I did it for your sake, David."
A half hour later they entered the d)n
ing room. The huge browned turkeys
were on the tables, and the air was laden
with appetizing odors. Some one had
just brought the news that Doctor Lord
had left town on a western-bound train.
The cheers which this news provoked h id
not died away when Doctor Terr) 'i np
peared in the doorway. Miss Lucy on his
aim.
"Friends, this is Indeed Thanksgiving
to me," he began. "Congratulate me.
Miss Lucy has promised to tuarry me
next week."
And again Granville cheered. The
Housewife.
TO PURIFY WATER, FREEZE IT,
Ice Drives Impurities Ont Unfroxen
Portion Ketains Them.
That frozen water Is pure water la
an Idea that has been handed down
from generation to generation, anil
there Is usually a good deal of fact In
these old sayings, although we may
wonder how the people of former times
contrived to discover these things. Re
cent investigations prove the truth of
this saying.
As water freezes so the Impurities
are eliminated, and if the Ice be taken
away before the whole body of water
Is frozen that Ice is pure. If the whole
of the water freezes it follows as a
matter of course that the Impurities
must be Included, writes a reporter In
the New York American. Thus In pools
where the water begins to freeze from
the top the Impurities are thrown to
the bottom, and the Ice taken away
from the upper part of the body of
water is pure.
The water thatstill retains the Im
purities Is the lust to freeze. Some
makers of artificial ice produce It from
water that Is not pure, and they make
a hole through the outer crust before
the liquid Is completely consolidated,
so as to allow the muddy portion of
the fluid to run out
Of bacilli, it Is calculated that 90
per cent are thrown out In freeziug,
while nine out of every remaining ten
are killed by the process, and thus ren
dered Innocuous. Most of the remain
ing 1 per cent will die In twenty-four
hours unless the Ice be melted.
The Alphabet of Huoceaa.
Attend carefully to details.
Be prompt In all things.
Consider well, then decide positively.
Dare to do right fear to do wrung.
Endure trials patiently.
right life's battle bravely.
Go not into the society of the vicious.
Ilold Integrity sacred.
Injure not another's reputation.
Join hands only with the virtuous.
Keep your mind free from evil
thoughts. -Lie
not for any consideration.
Make few special acquaintances.
Never try to appear what you are not
Observe good manners.
Pay your debts promptly.
Question nt the veracity of a friend
Uespect the couwwl of your parents.
Sacrifice money rattier than principle.
Touch not taste not, handle not, Uv
toxirating drinks.
Use your leisure for Improvement,
Venture not upon the threshold of
wrong.
Watch carefully over your passions.
Extend to every one n kindly greeting.
Y'ield not to discouragement
Zealously labor for the right, ami suc
cess Is certnln.
Ladles' Home Journal.
Scarcity of l emale Hervsnla.
The scarcity of English female ser
vants In Iomlon has lei) to the Impor
tation of nmny foreigners of the oppo
site sex fully trained for housework.
Tills new field of lnbor gives the young
foreigners, especially the Germans, a
fresh chance of escaping proscription.
Foreigners fitted for all kinds of do
mestic service are supplanting tba
girls ail over Laafea.
TOPICS OF THK TIMES.
A CHOICE SELECTION OF INTER
ESTING ITEMS.
Comments sod Criticisms Huaed t'poa
the HappeninKB of tbe lsy-U Istorl
cal anl News Note.
One tiotilile with white lies Is that
(hey require too much whitewashing.
It takes a woman's dearest friend to
tell her things she doesn't want to
tn-ar.
Perhaps the reason that money
makes the mare go is that it is so
,'i'iierously supplied with wings.
About U'J.ikkj Americans removed to
.'aiiaila last year, aud thc-y were not
ill short in their accounts, cither.
Bishop II art 2ell says the South Afri
can mines are very rich. We suspect
ed that even before tbe Boer war.
The average woman speaks her mind
-but she changes her mind so often
.hat It keeps her tongue working over
line. The Kmperor of Germany has begun
to wear a monocle. He is probably
.riiieavoriiig to reestablish friendly re
latlnus with Joseph ("hamlierlain.
Sir Thomas LIpton might try a flying
machine Instead of a yacht In the third
up race. Ench time before he was up
in the air anyway and felt awkward.
Mrs. Burton Harrison advocates
more political discussion iu the family
circle. What bus Mrs. H. aguiust the
human race and the holy institution
of matrimony?
If Dr. Lorenz can convince the Amer
ican doctors that the kulfe should be
more sparingly used his trip to the
t'nlted States will have been worth
ninny times the price.
Pension Commissioner Ware has pro
moted a clerk for doing his work well
i rid not asking for favors. It Is to be
hoped that every employer in the land
.vlll take die Pension Commissioner's
plan under advisement
Sir Henry Irving has a new solution
.'or the "deserted village" problem. He
proposes to abolish "high kicking" In
ihe theaters. So that is why we are
iH'coming overccDtralized. Down with
high kicking and restore the equilibri
um! Formerly the papers called the Presi
dent's wife the "first lady of the land,"
Now the yellow journals speak of the
President's daughter as the "first maid
en of the land," and the next thin the
I'resiJent's son knows he will be called
'he "first urchin of tbe land."
A writer lu a current magazine dis
cusses "Some Hesults of Electric True
Ion," but falls to mention two rery
sulwtantlal results an era of prosper
:iy for the funeral directors and the
acquirement of a substantial compe
tence by members of City Councils and
State Legislatures.
A college pivr
essor, whose experl-
;nce covers half
tmoiig students
ind fear of being
y. Members of
est begin their
a century, says that
there Is "less shame
in debt" than former
entering classes bad
series of resolutions
vith the declara
tiou of principle: An
tnuwessary debt
ilshonor.
is a form of personal
So soon as your man of millions re
ires he begins to gather moss. It
vorks Into the crevices of his Intellect
preading them wider and letting In all
orts of little vegetative ailments that
row ranker and ranker with time,
iiklng to themselves more aud more of
tie substance of their host until after
i little he Is aliments mostly. He has
lothing V) think about except bis corns
ml his lungs and his rheumatism, and
he more you tldnk of your works the
tore they creak. Nothing la left then
mt something to do.
Only 5S out of 141 freshmen at the
Jorthwestern University were able to
utss an examination in spelling. They
vere tested with ordinary words, not
vith difficult and perplexing ones; and
he test was too much for most of
hem. Probably similar examinations
,t almost any American university
oulil show substantially the same re
tilts. SiM-lllng is not an accomplish
cut lu which college youth excel,
or do the graduates of the common
hools distinguish themselves In this
seful but now somewhat supcrclll
usly regarded branc h. The letters of
ic average public school graduate or
uh'crslty graduate are likely to be
rollflc In bad spelling. Professor
lark of Ihe Northwestern University
i.vs the trouble is with the so-called
scientific" method of teaching spcll
ig. The public schools turn out grad
ates who have learned with great
ains how not to Kpcll, The under-.--aduHtes
ntid graduates of the coi
ges probably fpell a little or con
derably worse than the public school
hililren. But Ihe great thing Is the
ict hod. Nothing enn equal the pity
hich tin enthusiasts of the newmeth
,1 bestow upon children who have
timed to spell without reliance UHn
t. SjH'lling is nothing; method Is cv
t jtlilng. Iit us rememlMT that when
ve coim! across a fantastic or blunder
ug speller. The worse ho spells, the
lore siqs-rlor Is the method by which
e' came to tliot pre-eminence as a
iitiddlcr and twister of orthography.
The sweetness of charily lies In It
ecrecy. When the right band gives
,-iriiotit the left knowing It the bemtflt
oubles In value. A member of the
jarri of school visitors of Wlnsted,
'onn , has discovered this old truth
snd seeks to put It Into practice. He
wants the poor children In the public
schools to be well dressed, but does not
wunl tiiclr good, clean, warm clothes
to serve as a badge of charity, lis
docs not want tbe children whose
clothes are given to them to feel them
selves demeaned and despised among
their schoolmates us paupers. So he
proposes that J he select meu, on infor
mation from the teachers, shall quietly
anil unknown to the other pupils buy
the required apparel at the town's ex
pense. This man is a bachelor. But
he has a right idea about children. Ills
head is level and his heart is In the
right place. Nowhere in tbe world is
there such cruel snobbery as among
children. Many a little heart has been
made to ache and a life warped by a
sneering remark of a school fellow. If
jou are so toughened by the years that
you csnaot UHfliow up with memories
of your own childhood. Just observe
and listen to some group of school boys
and girls and see it and hear it with
your mature eyes and ears. It is
shameful, but it Is so. No child should
be permitted to suffer loss of self
esteem because of faults or failures of
its parents, but they do, every day, and
so-called charity helps to make them
do It more than all other elcmeuti coiii
bincd. Tlie Wlnsted bachelor has Ut
tered a world of wisdom in a few
words.
A certain rather well known actress
is devoted to her first-born, a baby boy
of 5 months. She cannot bear to think
of a moment's separation, so with thit
advice of her physician, and under the
constant care of a trained nurse, hen
baby is touring the country with its
mother. She was much lnterestf.nl to
know what his babyshlp would thlnlc
of the theater, and how he would be
have. So she had the nurse bring him
to matinee performance. She wasn't
long In suspense. When the curtain
went up on her comedietta, and tho
baby heard her voice, be fairly Jump.Hl
out of the nurse's arms. It was a fa
miliar sound, especially when be heard
her laugh, which she does a great deal
In the part she plays, and baby thought
it was time for a ruuip. So be respond
ed vigorously, and began to crow and
shout his delight In true baby fashion.
The actress heard the baby crow, and
her laugh was real aud genuine, not of
the stage variety, for she was playing
to the baby. Pretty story, isn't it? But
this one Is not the only mother-actress
who plays to her baby and laughs real
ly and truly when the boy crows and
smiles. Few mothers go on the ftae,
but all of them act for the baby. And
It is the prettiest, most graceful and
true acting In the worl 1. The mother
needs no training for her part and no
prompting for her lines. She uses nat
urally every consummate art known to
womaukind (and what a repertoire it
is!) to amuse and entertain her single
auditor. How she woos him with her
caresses aud blandishments and kisses!
He Is her sweetheart She makes love
to him aa to no other. What husband
has not been almost Jealous at tha
scene? And what a protea artist sbs
is. Slie Is coquette, comrade, hoyden--
anything to please her lover. He is a
king enthroned and she the played
watching his -every mood, while bet
soul Is on her knees to him. She will
never get loo oi l to woo her boy. As
he grows lu years her exceeding flucsso
is displayed. Her art becomes mora
subtle. She is more cautious with her
kisses. It Is acting, toned down, but
acting, genuine, facile, superb. She
watches effects. She knows the way
to her boy's heart. It may be up a
winding stair, but she knows the way.
Is she the stem matron betimes? It Is
only play. Is she coy and sad at liei
boy's disobedience? Sweet actress that
she Is, she knows the look that will
break his heart In penitence. And when
the curtain goes down on the last act
of her life, she woos her boy to heaven
with an angel's smile.
To Provide Water for Crop.
The State of California Is particular
ly alive to the value latent in its run
nlng streams. This hi largely due tq
the object lesson presented lu the re
markable Lncrca- iu laud values anl
productive capacity of sections when
the water supply has been inlell'gen'
ly utilized. Several thousand dollhrt
were raised by private subscription t'o
a thorough Investigation of the supply
to be obtained from certain watershed4
la the State, and the BUbTibing organ
izations made application to the hydro
graphic branch of the United States
geological survey for careful measure
ment of flow and other Uiventlgatiom
relative to die existing conditions ot
forestry and tonography upon threi
typical watersheds.
As a result of thwte studios, conduct
ed by J. B. Lippiueott hydrographer ol
the geological survey In California, It
was found possible to obtain an annual
output of nearly O.VJ,0K) acre-feet ot
water, or enough to cover annually an
area of that extent to a depth of oti
foot, the estimate cost of lnsialled ca
paclty Mug about IS an acre-foot
The water would be obtained from
storage reservoirs and from pumplmi
plants to be operated electrically bj
power generated by the nclghlxirtnji
streams.
It Is believed that the addition to th
resources of the State of this amount
of water for Irrigation purposes, sny
the Washington Stir, would bo sutil
(lent to support an addltloitnl WIMK
people, and would mid in farm valw
fully $-J0.XXUM)O to the taxable prop
erty of the State, Irrespective of th(
increase In town and city properl)
which would of necessity follow.
The llibln Inane.
The greatest number of complete III
bles ever Issued In one year vis.
8iiU.TJ0 was sent out In 100 by U11
Uiltish and Foreign Bible Society.
A nun could quit smoking u)
Bough If tat could forts about try Ins;
MEN WHO DELIVER MAIL,
Heart Tr.tMll that I.ina tha HaatS)
of I-ller Carrier.
"Tell you a story T Why, yes, I mbrbl
.'ell a good many stories If that was In
my Hue." Tbe gray carrier blew a
peHrly wreath of smoke upward and
decked Ihe dead ash from his cigar,"
says the Denver News. ' 'Iet me see.
There's an old lady on my route down
lu Alabama who sits knitting the live
long day by the front room window.
Every morning and afternoon when I
whbflle at the door of her next door
neighbor she lays down her kulttlnu
and peers with a tired, eager face out
of that window until I go by. She's
got a boy somewhere out West. He
dosu't write to her twice a year. Yet
twice each day the whole year through
she sits there with that anxious look,
wattiftg,- -wiitlHif, waiting. I feel a
twitch at my own heart every time I
pass by and we the b-ok of expectancy
fade Into disappointment. Sometimes
I'd give $-"0 to be able to slop aud give
her five lines from that good-for noth
ing boy of hers for w bnii she's eating
out her heart."
"That reminds me," mi id a younger
man who heard the gray carrier's
story, "of a pretty baby on my route
lu a I-'Uisia!ci city. She's a dainty
tot about 4 or maybe 5 years old. She
lias blue-gray eyes like a wood violet
that look a fellow straight to the he.irt.
Some little girls can do that after they
are older. This tot's nmmiim died six
mouths ai;o, ami for a month after
ward she used lo come tripping down
the walk to meet me with a little whits
note in her hand, and looking me to th
heart out of those bit:, trusting eyes,
she would say: 'Mr. Postman, won't
you please take this letter to my mam
ma lu heaven?' I used to take tin
dainty missive from the wee pink hand.
I couldn't tell her how far away hei
mamma was. One day she came with
out. a letter and there was pain in th
great, sweet eyes. 'Mr. Postman,
baby wants a letter from mamma.
Please, Mr. Pout man, tell my-mamma
me wants some letters, too,' and, boys,
every day for a week I had to pisj
that baby with the pa!" i KraT"
blue eyes, and I wondered the angell
did not find some way some how tc
make her baby heart understand."
I FOUND A fRIEND WHIN IN NtlD.
r,,
A venerable man now prominent is
Western railway circles, but In hit
youth a comparatively poor boy In t
little town in central Illinois In tb
thirties, told this story not long ago al
a social gathering:
"I was only a boy," he said, "but I
wanted to see a little of the world
My father hadn't much money, nubodj
had money, In fact but he fitted mt
up as well as he could, with a suit ol
bis own making, for he managed t
pick up a living, even in tiiat frontiei
village, as a tailor, and sent mo tt
Springfield for a little visit. A battel
in town made me a sort of plug bat
such as nobody of this generation evel
saw; and with ail my belongings, ex
cept what I hail on, in a little, hair
covered trunk, I went to Springfield
It was then a two days' journey.
"I made something of a sctisatlou La
my spike-tailed coat and high hat, bu
1 was having a good time until a ca
lamity happened to me. There was 1
big political meeting of Whigs it
Springfield on the day I arrived there,
and my trunk somehow got mixed u
with the baggage of the politicians an
disappeared when they did. What b
came of it I don't know. I never saw
It again.
"There I was, without a cent of moa
y, away from home for the first tlun
in my life, among strangers, and I wat
about as dolate a boy us you eve
saw. When I discovered my loss
wandered about the streets, forlort
awl forsaken, till I was nearly tired tt
death, aud then I sat down on a door
itep and cried.
"PreMently somebody tapped me 01
the shoulder. I looked up, and a pleas
ant-faced stranger was standing befon
me.
" 'What's the matter, son?' he said
"I told him my story.
'".So the Whigs have robbed you
have they? he said, patting me on th
head. 'Well, that's bad. But cheej
up, my boy! Things might be a goo
deal worse. What Is your father)
name.?'
"I told him.
" 'I know him,' he said. 'I'll writi
to hi in.'
"He did, and this was the letter:
"'Springfield, III., Aug. 7, 183-. Ml
(Blnnk: Dear Sir I found your boy 01
the street here to-day, without an;
Hothlng except what he was wearing
Please send him some more. Your)
truly, A. Lincoln.'
"That was the end of my troubles
and there is tw recollection of my lifj
.that I cherish with a dieper sense o(
gratitude than I do that one.".
Youth's Companion.
When lo I sn "Khali" an l "Will.
"At what time nhall you be at lib
erty?" is the correct form when yoi
'"desire Information, not consent or 1
promise." "At what time will you Is
at liberty?" Is equivalent to "At wlut
time arc you willing to be at liberty Y
It Implies that being at liberty Is dct
pendent on the will of the person spok
en to. "At What time shall you be a
jliberty?' Is equivalent to "At whs)
tluip are you going to be at liberty 7"
belng at liberty ts regarded as sliupb
a matter of the future, not depended
on the will of anybody. "Will yo.ir
expects the answer "I will;" It denote
wllllngnens, consent or determination)
"Bhsll you?" expects the inwr "i
shall;" It denotes futurity and notbtn
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