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THE HOME-MADE WEDDING. M fat tfca kome mada weddiu. th food, old-fashioned kind, ftbeta lot an' hope, au' not apleudur, are uppermost ia the mrod; Wkrr there's iba fam'ly preacher ihe oue we have knows tar yan; Soma boneaUjr apokeo "God bleaa you'a. some aniilea an" perhaps some tears. Whr evary word of the aervi.-e has a meaning that's deep and true. An a promise is made that U atroug enough to last fur a whole life through; Where there aiu't no aueerin' envy that uiilea au' Blocks an pretends; Where the Howers are the aimple aort that hiootn in the suiuhiue or home so' friend. When 'Maady and me waa married the time ia jeara away; Yet Ilia memory of It stands as clear as if It waa yeaierda.' There wim't uo crowd io waitiu to see us as we went past. It was jca a hoiue-uinde weddm' that wji guaranteed to but There wasn't no pomp and filler. The presents waa rather fen, But we k).ik fruui our very inmost hearts when we ut it-red the words "I do." An" Uie kie was blue an' Imppj; au' the light that aliines i0 the kiei Is uo more cout:,nt from e;ir to yer thuii the love in 'Mandy's eyes. Wathiugtou Star. Red Head and Whistle Breeches 3 iIIKN Tlui Murphy lot bis en thusiasm get the belter of LI Judgment, und. In the. excite ment of that disastrous night. Joined the front rank of the strikers In a general mix up ami cricked the bead of a deputy Hberiff, the result was wMt be might have expected two f. In the penltentlury. Thut was al! it The peace of the Commoti wealtk wiust be preserved, and that I why lawsuud peuitemiuries exist, but It aoiuetluics goes hard with the moth er and wives. That Is also to be ex pected, and tbu .oy should bnve thought of it before be crowded to the front of the Hilary mob or struck the deputy. It went very bard with the boy'a mother and wife. It went bard with bis old man, too. It Is a cruel thing to have one's only boy In the penitentiary, evn if one I oniy u vlliuge bod mirier. Maggie Murphy, the hoy's wife, d'd not suffer for food or sbc.ter utter the boy went to wear strides, for o'd Mil.e hud a bllliil.V little i. II in the bank ;.nd a shanty of bis n n. m d be look Maggie Into his hove, m il made a daughter of her: but the girl t-:-ew tli 1 it ami bad no spirits. s'!c- cried ti good part of the time, quite as if Tim bud been n Inw-iil.idiii:' citizen, In stead of a law-breaking rowdy. Then the. baby enuie, and afier that she cried more than ever. As for tbe Imy's mother. It wax to b expecb-d that she should weep also. Mothers have u way of weep lng over the son they love, even If be has gone wrong. It N not logical, perhaps, but It Is a fact. It Is one of the grand facts of human life. When Maggie's baby ciune the lioy's mother could stand It no longer. It had Iwen urged and there was some evidence to support It that the boy bad acted In self-defense. He said so himself, but he admitted lie had been In the front rank. The striker had carried things with a high hand all along, and the Jury bad decided against lilui. Night and day the isiy's mother begged the old man to try for a pardon, but Mike knew It was not worth a trial. Tbe Governor whs an old man and a strong man. and not one to forgive an Injury done to the State or to himself. He had never been known to forget a wrong nor to leave a debt unpaid. He was a Just man, at tbe ancient Jews were Just It waa this that bad made him Gov ernor; his uncompromising righteous ness and stanch fearlessness were greater than cliques and losses. Old Mrs. Murphy. however, was only a woman, nnd tbe boy was her boy, and she pardoned him. She knew he was Innocent, for In was her boy. Mike refused a thousand times to ask the Governor for a pardon, but as Mrs, Murphy was the boy's mother and had a valiant tonvue, the old man ibiing'd bis mind, due day he put on h's old silk hat, ti ml. Willi Father Maurice, the good gray priest, went i tip to the capital. A strange pit it" the were to sit In the Govci nor' richly furnished re ception roi hi - Mike, with his smooth ly hliiiven f i''o, red as ilie sunset, bis mowy eyebrows, bis v. bite -lh -eked red hair, rind the shiny black of his baggy etiiiil.iy suit; Father Maurice, with his long gray beard that bad bis-il bis be fore the days of the moodily shaven yulolii, his Uiiully cyiM and the jolly fifwiiity of his well-fed stomach. The ,irT ct' g'u'ile ti. ait nhs hopeful, but :iike sat will!' with bis eyes on the t.f of Id" boot, for be knew the er iin.il folly, not alone because the Tioxeinor had never pardoned a com t mined man, but because it was be, l.l!;e Mttipby, who came. lie ninembfred an Incident (if hl iiovbond, nnd In.- frowned as be re called It. Think of It! He. Mike Mur phy, had b illled the Governor; had drubbed him and cbnsel him and wor r.ed the life out of blui. That was A'hy he liad told the old woman It was .. use to try It. Who was he to eomo klng pardons, when years ago be I ad done his best to make life miser l.l.le for tie quaking schiHilboy who w?. now the stern faced Governor; .he Governor who never forgot nor forgme, noi- left a debt unpaid? When the Governor entered the re epilon room ho cuino In unexpectedly, ja Father' Maurice was leaning for ward with one of Mike's red ha mis Hnspcd In his two white ones. Mike wits wiping bis eyes with his coat sleeve. 'I be Governor pausisl In the doer way and coughed. Mis visitors Blurt ed In surprise, and then arone. It whs Father Muurleo who slated (heir errand, his seamed face turned up". 'i rd to the serious eyes of the Governor, and a be proctieded. choos ti a bts quaint PreDeblfled English carefully, tbe Governor's face became grave. He motioned them to their chairs. He was a gray haired inan, and bis face was the face of a nobleman. Clear gray eyes were set deep under his brows, and his mouth was a s raight line of uncompromising hon esty. He sat with one knee thrown over the other. With -one hand he fingered a pen on the de I; at his side; the other be ran again and again through the hair that stood lu masses on his bead. His face was long, and the (heck Uines protruded. His nose wus power and bis chin was resist r. nee. lie listened silently until Father Maurice had ended. Then be laid the fin inrefully by the inkstand, un folded bis gaunt limbs and arose. j ".Vo," be said, slowly; "I cannot In ( terfere." : ' T it bis wifi -his mother?" asked 1 the iiet. "iii.' t-boiiid luue considered them l.ef'.;.-." s.ifd the Governor, sadly. "If i.vimi i;eiaie a feii'iun. I will consider ; it. but I cannot olii-r you any hope. I They all come to me with tl.e same I plea- -the uife and the mot her but they do not lake the wife and mother : iii'o account when the blow Is struck, j It Is, late to think r(f them when the , prison door Is closed. You will pardon l i. e. father, but I nm very tired to- I Iliel.t." He extended his hand In token that t' e Interview was at an end. and Mike arose from his chair In the shadow. He stood awkwardly turning his bat while tbe Governor shook the priest's hand, and then sbuilled forward to be dismissed. "Good nlvrbt. sir," said the Governor. "I did not hear your name " "Murphy," said the priest, quickly; "Michael Murphy. He la the father of the boy." The Governor looked the old man over carefully, and the old man's eyes fell tinder his keeu glances. "Mike Murphy?" asked the Oovern or, slowly. "Are you the Mike Murphy who used to go to old No. 3 school In Hiirmontowu forty no, fifty years ago? There was a Mike Murphy sat on my bench. Are you the boy they lulled Ited Head?" The old man tried to answer. His lips formed the words, but hit voice did not come, lie nodded bis bead. "Be seated, gentlemeu." aald the Governor, and Father Maurice aat down hopefully. Mike Murphy drop ped Into a chair with deeper dejec tion. "Well, well!" The Governor nodded bis head slowly, bis gray eyes search ing the ruddy face before him. "So you are the Mike Murphy who used to drub ine'i" He smiled grimly. His eyes stray ed from the old man's face, mid their glance was lost In the air above his bead. He smiled again, as be sat with the lingers of bis left band pressing the thin skin into a roll above his check lone, for be recalled on Inci dent of- bis boyhood. The Governor had once been an ar rant little coward. Ills mother lived in the big -white house two blocks above tint schooihou.se, on the opposite side of the street. Ibil Head Mike lived across the alley In 11 shanty. The Governor's mother bought milk of Mrs, Murphy, and lied Head brought It every evening. lie was the lirt to go barefoot In the spring, picking his way with painful earefull ness over the clods In the street, and be was 1he real thing. He even chew ed a real tobacco. Tho others chewed licorice or purple thistle tops, but Ited Head had the real thing. He even nuioked o real pipe without dire conse quence's," otid laughed at the other boys' mild substitutes of corn silk nnd "Indy cigars," wdille the woy he swore was a liberal education. All the boys swore 'more or less, especially when they w?re behind the barn smoking corn silk, hut they knew It was not natural. It was a puny Imitation, but tho Hed Head article sounded right. Hut It was when It came to flghtlnir thut Red Head proved his right to tho worship of the words. He could lick aiiy. two boys In the school. The Governor, who was plain WII llo Gary then, could not fljfht at nil. Ills eiirly youth waa one great fear of being whlpjied. The smallest boys In the school were accustomed to prac tice on ulni until they gained sulll elent dexterity or courage to attack otte Htiother. He had a hundred op probrious nicknames, which be accept ed nu-ekly. "Cry Haby" was the fn vorlle. When he wag attacked bid his face in his arm and bawled, lean ing his arm against any convenient reins' or tree, wb.il bis tormentor drubbed bis back at pita aura. Ue .tr happy when could sueak borne unmolested. Tbe chief est of hfa tor mfi.tors was Ited Head, but there was partiality. All the boya drubbed Li One day Mrs. Gary made him a pair of breei hes. They were good, atout breeches of dove colored cordu roy, and his mother was proud of them. Bo was Willie. Aa be walked to school he felt that every oue saw and admired them. He felt as con spicuous as when. In a dream, he went to school In his night dress, but he felt more comfortable. He took bis seat In the schoolroom proudly, and when be was called to tbe blncklxiuid to do a sum he walked with a strut. He felt that even the big boys, the wonderful youths who bad money to Jingle In their pockets, observed him. and he blushed as he Imagined the eyes of tbe little women on the girls' tside of the room follow ing bl i n. As be crossed the floor the legs of his breeches rubbed against each other, giving forth the crisp corduroy sound of "whist whist whist." It could be heard in the farthest corner. All the scholars looked up from their slates or books, lie caught Hessie Clayton's eye upou him and his cheek flamed. She had blue eyes and yel low curls and snnblied him dally. Even the teacher glanced at. his new breeches. Willie puused In hla sum and looked at them with satis faction himself. Then he walked back to his bench, and the corduroy spoke again, "whist whist whist." It was as musical as the clumping of a new pair of red topped boots. As he slid into his place on bis bench, Ited Head turned his face and made a mouth. "Don't you think you're smart. Whistle lireeches?" he whispered. "Whist whist," said the breeches In reply, as Willie moved, nnd every eye In the school seemed to gaze on him, not enviously as before, but sneerlngly. Who'd want whistle breeches? When the recess bell rang, Willie walked to the playground with short fcteps, but still the corduroy whisper ed. Two boys behind him laughed, ami Willie burned with shame. They must be laughing at his new breeches. lioM-io Clayton passed lilui. and be Mood motionless crowded against the wad, until she wus out of hearing. He mused lu the doorway timidly. Ited Head was standing Just outside, one shoulder turned toward Freckles Keilinond. It was tho signal for a tlsht, and the small boys were crowd ed n lout them. "Aw, you're one yourself," Ited Head was saying, "nn' you dnssn't say It agin. I dare you to It," he cried, but he caught sight of Willie. "Huh!" he shouted, "look here, fel lers. Hern's Whistle Breeches. Let'a spit ou 'em!" The boya crowded Into the entry and spat on them. Red Head pulled Willie's hair twice, drawing his head forward as he would pull a bell rope. "Don't he think he's smart!" "Wouldn't have 'em!" "WhlRtle Breeches!" "Whistle Breeches!" They shouted In derision, and Willie whim pered and edged Into a corner. "Don't you do that," he said In a choking voice, "i'll tell teacher, I will." Red Head stuck his freckled face close, and shoved blni with a warlike shoulder. Ills fists were doubled, and he Jabbed Willie with his elbow. "Aw. you tell blm then, why don't you, Whistle Breeches?" he Inquired. "Jlst you toll him, an' I'll punch your face off." lie drew his arm back and feinted. Willie crooked his elbow to hide his face, and sobbed. "Aw, come on, fellers." said Red Head with deep disgust. "What's the use of foolin' with him? He nln't nothln' but a cry baby In whistle breeches. He ain't no fun." That noon Willie renin Ined In the schoolroom until the boys bad gone. Some went home for dinner, and the rest ate their lunches under the oak tree at the side of the school. When the room was clear, Willie stole out by the back way and ran rapidly up the alley. He knew he was branded for life. 1 be shame of the name of Whistle Breeches bore him down. He meditated wild plans for getting rid of the offending garment. He would burn it, lose It in the river. He even considered running away from home. After dinner he slipped quietly away from the table, crept up to his room under the slanting roof, and put on his old, patched lireeches. He ciune down quietly, but his mother caught him tiptoeing through the hall. "Why, Willie," she said, "where are your new breeches, dear?" "Up stairs," he said, simply. "I don't want to weue them. They they're too tight." Ills mother Raw the prevarication In the droop of bis head. "Nonsense!" she answered lightly. "They fit you perfectly; dear. If they are a little stiff now, they will soon wear soft. Go up and put them on." "I don't want, to," he repllisl stub bornly. He meant, "I will not," but he hud learned the disadvantage of contradicting his mother flatly. "William," said his mother Klernly, go up stairs and put on vhoso breech es this Instant." He climbed the stairs slowly. He hoped he would be late to school. Ho would be so leisurely In donning them that his tool her would make him stay at home to avoid the greater disgrace of Isdng tardy. He thought of play ing sick, hut decided such an Illness would be too sudden to excite h't mother's sympathy. If only the schooi honse would burn down, or word come thnt the teacher was dead! Hut neither came to pass, and his mother's voice sounded from tbe hall, bidding With but load of shame, be slunk out of the gate and crept to school, bugging the fences and making him self as Insignificant and small as pos sible, walking with short steps to avoid the endless "whlst-whist" of the corduroy. He sniffled as he thought of the woe the day still held for blm. Some men, going back to business. j glanced at him to aee the cause of hla whimpering. He imagined they were thinking cruel things of his breecbea. He heard tbe tardy bell ring, and then he run in and hurried to -his Beat As he hastened down the aisle the corduroy spoke louder than be fore, but if Red Head beard, be made no sign, and as Willie sidled on to the bench beside him he kept his nose buried in his book and did not look up. Willie did not go to the playground at the afternoon recess. He would have died rather, and for once he saw the advantage of the rule that the tar dy scholar must lose that half hour of play. When school ended for the day. Willie hoped the teacher would keep him In. lie was willing to be whipped rather than meet Red Head again, but he was dismissed with the rest He paused In the doorway gathering his breath to make a run for liberty, as he had often run to escape his perse cutors. As be waited, be saw Red Head approaching, and be drew back; but Red Head stepped up to him and took him by the arm. "You let me alone now," whimpered Willie. "Aw, shut up," said Red Head roughly. "I ain't goln' to hurt you. You shut up an' don't be a cry baby. Come along an' I won't let 'em hurt you." Fighting and scuffling were not al lowed In the entry. Willie put his thumb In bis myuth and gazed at Red Head doubtfully. Such friendliness was unnatural. It savored of a plot to entice him forth to be slaughtered. It was not easy to believe that tbe lied Head who had drubbed him n hundred times, nnd who scored him an a cry baby, should seek to defeud him. Red Head waited. "Come on," he said at length. "111 let you help uie drive the cow home to-night." Still Willie hesitated, although he was almost willing to risk a licking to he allowed to ship tbe sleek legs of Mrs. Murphy's cow with a limber wil low switch. "Come on," said Ited Head. "I'll let you smoke my pipe." "Won't you lick me?" asked Willie doubtfully. "No, I won't lick you. What would I want to lick you for?" Willie followed Red Head hesitat ingly, with nn eye to a safe retreat if necessary. One of the boys enme forward from the group by the gate. "HI, here comes Whistle Breeches!" be shouted gleefully. Red Head turned, and clinched his fists, his blue eyes blazing. "Shut up, Bob rainier!" he cried fiercely. "Don't you call him that. That ain't no name to call a feller. You Jist wlsht you bad breeches like 'em." Bob stopped suddenly. He looked at Red Head In astonishment Then he turned and ran to the boys by the gate. They listened to what he said, and then began a loud sing song chant; "Whistle Breeches Whistle Breeches Whlstlo Bree-ches." Red Head bounded forward, his eyes glowing with anger. He toppled two boya over, and rained his blows right and left. "Don't youse call him that!" he cried. It was n surprise, The boy.i drew back and stood ready to scatter at the next onslaught. Red Head wait ed, pulling, with clinched fists. "The next feller that calls him that, I'll break his face!" he threatened. "An' I ain't foolin', neither." They saw that he was not. and they waited respectfully ns Red Head and Willie walked nway. Willie went with Ued Head to drive the cow home, and Ited Head taught him how to double up his list for battle according to the traditions of the school, with the knuckles of the sicond linger protruded. "You jlst do that," be explained, "an" you .can hurt 'em worse. An' if they light back, " kick 'em lu the leys. That's how I do. Why, you're as big as I am, an' I bet you're jist as strong. You jlst stand up to 'em. There ain't tiothin' In figbtln' when you know how. If you just stand up to 'cm, they 'most always back down. You begin on Tom Anient. He's a bigger baby 'n you are. Anybody kin lick lilui. I kin lick him with my lit tle finger. An' then you tackle Shorty, lie's a baby, too. You're jist afraid." It wus Red Head who egged Willie on to strike Tom Anient the uext day, and Red Head coached hlni until Tom took to his heels, defeated. Then Red Head made blm lick Shorty and with the lust of victory In his veins Willie worked his way upward, and Boon tho other mothers began telling Willie's mother that he was a bad boy, always fighting, nnd Mrs. Gary wept over him. But no one. called him Whistle Breeches, and lie learned thut he was ns much of a man as any of t beiu,' Hin! more of a man than most. Then came a buttle royal, when Rod Head and Willie stood face to face and pounded each other for a good half hour for supremacy, and Willie went down with a bleeding nose and nn eye that was dark for days. llut Red Head had tanght hlln self confidence, nnd self confidence mado him tho Governor of a great State. When tbe Governor's eyes came ttack to Mike Murphy's face, they rent ed a moment on tlio grizzled roil hair, and a atulle aofteaed the lines of bis mouth. "Mike," be said. "I believe you used to give uie a drubbing about once a diiy." Tbe old Irishman moved uneam.. and bis hands played nervously with the rim of his hat He drew bis feet quickly under bis chair, and slowly moved bis lips without speaking. He thought of that last fierce battle, when the Governor had fallen with a bleeding nose, and he shifted his eyes from spot to spot on the soft carpet He felt as doe6 a mouse when the cut plays with It. The Governor turned to Father Mau rice. "Father," be said, "I du not often allow myself a personal Indulgence, but I have an unsettled score with Mike. I shall settle It now. I am going to pardon that boy." Two tears fell from the priest's eyes and rolled slowly Into the white for est of his beard. Mike Murphy stared straight before him, while his fingers felt vaguely for the rim of the bat thut bad fallen from his hands. "(Jo home, Mike!" said the Gov ernor gently. "Go home and tell tbe wife and the mother." When his petitioners had departed, the Governor Rat long in the reception room thinking of the old days. When be opened his watch It was not to notq the hour, but to look on a woman's likeness; and be crossed his arms on the desk and burled his face In them. The old days had given him mucli that the later years had stolen froiii him. He sighed and lifted his head. "Poor old Mike!" he said. "I'm square with him at last. I wonder why he took my part that day?" and be wearily climbed the stair to hii lonely room. He did not know that when Red. Head went home that noon, fifty yean before, be had found Mrs. Murphy cutting out a pair of corduroy breeches. New York News; ELECTRICITY IN WARFARE. It la WI tely W d In the Fortification A loiti- t he ( ennl. An interesting instance of tbe rapid, extension of the use of electricity it furnished by the fortifications distrib uted along our const. A few yeart ago tile electric light was introilucetl, to add to the comfort of the gnrrisouj and to provide belter illumination ol the works. Once a generating plant had been installed there was at ham" a supply of power In a convenient and easily controllable form, and thi( led to Its use for purposes which wer( not contemplated ut the time the plant was Installed. Flectric fans have been put in to make the living quurter( more comfortable In hot weather, an electric motors have been adopted foi training the guns, a class of work fo which they are particularly well adapt ed. Motors are used to drive the am. munition hoists and to do other worl which before had either been done bj band or Rome less satisfactory power Searchlights have lieen installed, en abling a fortification to sweep the sea at night. The various posts of th( fortress are connected together by tel ephone, so that the commandant Is li touch at all times with the entire gan rlson, and can Instantly transmit or dors to any point The various fortiQ. cations along the coast are tied to gether by telephone and telegraph, s that on the appearance of the enemy at any point all the fortlflcatiotii would be informed of It. Submarine mines are controlled electrically, and, I even the guns may be fired by tbii means by an officer at some distant point By means of wireless telegra. phy a fortification can be kept in touel) with the scouting vessels, nnd would be Informed of the approach of th enemy long before he Is visible from the const. The telautograph may be brought into service for transmitting' orders, and electric signaling lightj ' are replncing tbe older types. Elcetriq lights are used for rangefinder cross hairs, for lighting the rangefinder sta. tion, and electric clock circuits fur nish accurate time to all parts of tha fortification. To Insure the continuity of these manifold services nccumula- 1 tors are now installed, so there will ! at nil times be a constant and reliable l supply of power. Thus, from being j at first a small auxiliary, the electrical i equipment lias extended until It la ' now probably the most Important. part of the entire equipment of the fortress. Scientific American. Curious I'i open ies of Radium. The properties of radium are ex. tremely curious. This body emits will great Intensity nil of the different rayi that are produced In a vacuum-tube. The radiation, measured by 1111113 oj an electroscope, Is at least a nilllloi; times more powerful than that from ai equal quantity of uranium. A clwirgei electroscope placed at a distance of sev. eral metres can be discharged by a fei I centigrams of a radium salt One caJJ also discharge an electroscope through a screen of glass or lead five or sij centimetres thick. Photographic plnti a placed In the vicinity of radium are al most Instantly affected If no screen in tercepts the rays; with screens, the ac tion Is slower, but It still takes placj through very thick ones If the ex posure Is sufficiently long. Radium can therefore be used In the production oj radiographs. Century. Woman's Had Aim. Tom I thought he would marry the widow. Dick Oh, no! I believe she didn't strlko him at all. Tom Why, 1 understand she simply threw herself nt his bead. Dick No doubt that's why she didn't strike him. Philadelphia Ledger. f A woman's age Is one of nature'! greatest secret. McClure, Phillips & Co. will publiafc . book on The Lyceum and He-nry rvlug." by Austin F.ereton. A "Dictionary of Slang and Coll luial F.nglish," begun many years a:;e y J. S. Fanner and the late W. K. ienley, Is just being completed. Mr. Zangwill ia writing a b(.k oa tionism, in which he deals minutely md at borne length with tbe problna f the return of the Jews to Palestine. Fleming 11. RevtH Company aji louiicca that the illustrations by Har id Copping in its Puritan edition of 'Pilgrim's Progress" are being nwd nto lantern slides. Cunuiiighame Graham is about l jublihh a book on IJeinnado De Koto, a bom he regards as coming next to Cortes lu importance among tlie con-juiBtadoi-es of America. Mrs. Wlggin's delightful "Rebecca" a study of girl life in New England. fe simply crammed from cover to cover with glowing humor, with human kindness and winning realitni. Ginn & Co. are publishing "Bacteria, Yeasts and Moida In the Home," by Trof. II. W. Ooun, of Wesleyan Unt I rersity. The book is Intended for prac ' Ileal use and is a popular, not a acien- title, discusKlon. The Boblm-Merrlll Company of In dianapolis has completed an arrange ment with Ralph Fletc'jer Seymour by which the beautiful b ioks of his work manship will henceforth be Issued un fler its Imprint. What a charming story "The I-lttl fhi.'pherd of Kingdom Come" Is! To my taste it is the freshest and one of (he most genuine pieces of fiction which this wason lias given .--Hamilton W. Mabie. Funk & Wagnalhi Company an nounce the publication or I'.sarhauv ilon. King of Assyria." a book cou t.iining three new tubs by Leo Tol siol, written for He benefit of the KlKhiiieff sufferer Houghton, Mifflin & Co. hafe Issued B new library edition of Longfellow' Complete Poems, oni tiling all the original verse that he wIkIkhI to pre lerve and all his tnii: ilatious exeept those from Dante. I Agnes and Egerton Castle, the aur th rs of "Incomparable Be-llalra," iave two new romances under way bud will publish them both first ia fcerlal form jiext year. One Is entitled ('Hose of the World," the other "li Youth But Kpew." . I Houghton, Mifflin & Co. are huhg a hew edition of "The Children' ))ook," edited by Horace E. Setiddee. D"he new cover design is by Adrian J. Iorio. The artlsta of the many full page pictures now added are Reynolds. Crulkshank, Gustave Dore and Roaia Emmet. The Macro illan Company has Jm added to its Mediaeval Towns aerie "The Story of Seville," by Walter if. Gnllichan. This is a sketch of th Valient events In the annate of 8111, but It Is chiefly concerned with the as sociations of the city's buildings an thoroughfares. 1 Elizabeth Robins Pennell has for many years been collecting a valnabl library of cookery books In Lathi, French, German, Italian, Spanish and English. Her account of them In "Mj Cookery Books" will entertain the gen eral render, delight the epicure an4 gain a hearty welcome from tbe book collector. The Carlyle controversy has had on legitimate effect, It has Increased tha number of visitors at the celebrated bouse In Chelsea. More sightseers bj f!0( have passed through its doorway than In any year since the opening 6f the house to the public, In December, ISO.". Americans have taken the load among the visitors. At the time of his death' the late Sir Walter Rcsant was engaged on what he culled his magnum opus, the survey of London. The first Installment, ''London In the Eighteenth Century, appeared last year. The second part, "London In the Time of the Stuarttt," Is' announced by the Macmillan Com pany to be almost ready for publica tion. One on the Editor. George Ade, in the early days of, bis career, before the "Fables in filaiig had brought him fame, called .on morning In Chicago upon a Sunday ed itor, on a mission from a theatrical manager. "I have brought you thla manu script" he began, but the editor, looking tip at the tall, timid youth, ia terrupted: "JiiKt throw that manuscript In tb iwaste basket, please," he said. "I'm Very busy just now, and haven't tint to do it myself." ', Mr. Ade obeyed calmly. He re sumed: , have come from the Thea ter, and the manuscript ,1 have Jost 'thrown the waste basket hi. your comic farce of The Erring, Son, which the manager asks me to return to yo u ltli thanks. Ue suggests that you ml It to an undertaker, to be read at fav aerals." Then Mr. Ade smiled gently anal withdrew. Bare Teat. "Why do you aay be ia a tr a .it eel?" "Because b never loan hla taat ler." PMUrfainhl Bulltli .