THE TAVERN
The Ta* r rn >.« oright and warm and gay.
And the travelers laugh ns they sit at play;
Priest and courte.-an, lady and lord.
Crowd together the gamine board;
.Tester a'.id judge see the red wine brim—
Outside the roads are far and dim!
The Tavern talk hi loud ar.d high.
Honors and jealousies, minstrelsy.
Politics, pleasure, and. loud above.
The dominant note Is a cry for love;
Yet each to his neighbor a mystery still—
I>arl: Is the night across the sill!
Each comes alone tr. the Tg«*rn old.
Some In tatters and some in gold;
Each goes hence on his lonely way,
’Reft of his rags ,>r his doublet gay;
Each Steps alone on the wide threshhold—
Outside the night Is black and cold!
1,1 fp greets the guests at the Tavern door;
Heath speeds them forth to return no more;
With the stirrup cup that ull must drain.
The last dark brew of tears and pain.
Death touches his Itps to the bitter rim—
Outside the roads are far and dim!
—Ethel Watts Mumford in Idpplncotfs Magaalne.
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Delores9 Secret Sorrobv
ff tii^e was one thing more incon
gruous about Dolores Drummond
than her name it was the generally
accepted feeling among her frlendB
that her lifo was blighted by a secret
sorrow.
Her name was certainly a mis
nomer. It was always a mystery to
the uninitiated that Mrs. Drummond,
wholesome, handsome, sensible and
cheerful, should have chosen Dolores
as a fit name to he given to her pretty
little blonde daugher. Hut christened
with it she was, a tiny, red-taced mor
sel, with no pronounced characteris
tics But in a few months she had
developed into the daughter she might
have been expected to be. If that
mother ever regretted the dolorous
name selected for her child, she
would have been the last one to say
so. And if, again, with her daughter
grown to womanhood, she had a
slightly superstitious feeling that the
name had something to cio with the
troubles which fame to her still
she said not a word.
Strangers looked a second time at
Dolores for pure pleasure. It was
not that she was a beauty, but she
was so wholesome and healthful, and,
to all apiiearances, so perfectly happy
and contented with life that it was ‘
restful to see her. And why of all peo- 1
pie she should have been chosen as
the victim of a secret sorrow it was
hard to tell.
It came about in this way. As
Dolores grew to womanhood lovers
came to her as they will to every at
tractive girl. Not so many as to some,
perhaps, for she was what her friends
called "a marrying girl." While she
wan a general favorite there was
never a long line of admirers follow
ing in her wake, hut the few who
were devoted to her loved her with a !
serious purpose. One of these was j
.fabe/ Marx, professor of Latin and ;
Greek in the college of the town.
There were other younger men I
who found Dolores fair to gaze upon, !
and while Marx was more frequently
at the house, Dolores was more often ]
with the others. Among these was
young Dr. ‘ Dick" Richmond, who
lived next door to the Drummonds
mul whom Dolores bad known u'.l her
life
Ma'ters were in this state when,
ono day, while Dolores was away
from home on a visit, Marx, who was
of apoplectic build, died suddenly. |
Dolores came borne for the funeral, i
wept bitter tears of regret at her |
treatment of this lost friend, and then
there, it was said, made vows of
eternal maidenhood. It was a great
»urprise to every one. if she had
loved Jabez Marx she had concealed i
It well; but then, who can read the
heart of a girl?
No.one ever advised Dolores when
It waH known that her mind was
made up. Still it was a shame, and
young Dr. "Dick" said soiuethlug of
the kind one warm February morn
ing as he jumped the fence and saun
tered into the Drummonds' yard. The
expression of his mouth looked as
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i
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Dolores wai making pies.
If he had something eise between his
teeth, oat if he ditl no one else heard
about it.
Dolores was cooking. Mr. and Mrs.
Drummond were to celebrate a wed
ding anniversary, and the relatives
wore coming from far and near to be
present, and there would be a house
ful.
Hr. Dick leaned against the window
and Dolores looked out with a smile.
Again Dr. Dick's lips came together,
and he seemed to be saying some
thing between his teeth, though he
made no sound. For nearly ten min
utes he stood without a word. Then
he spoke, and there was a grim look
about his chin which made it look
more determined than Dolores’ own.
“Dolores,” he said, “why is it that
you never speak of Marx? Don't you
think it would be better for you;
“I’ve been a stubborn goose."
don' you think It. would relieve your
feelings a little?"
Dolores gasped. It was not often
that she had lost her equilibrium, but
the pie she was holding trembled vio
lently. and to save it she set It down
heavily upon the table. She turned
red and white, then red again. She
took the pie In trembling hands and
carried it to the oven.
“He was a fine fellow.” continued
the doctor, apparently unnoticing. “I
knew him in some ways better than
you did, Dolores. I remember him
when he first came here when I was
a little fellow. Then he taught me
all the Latin and Greek I know. He
was a good instructor. He would
rather read Latin and Greek than eat
his dinner. Made you feel something
the same way. Why, I could read
Horace by the hour with that big
fellow sitting in the chair before me.
“Then that nice little house of his
In the professors' colony on the col
lege grounds! We fellows used to
go over and see him sometimes. That
was before l lost my college leading
strings and could look upon a profes
sor as an ordinary man. We used
to smoke pipes with him. The
whole house was saturated with pipe
smoke. You would have made short
work of those pipes, Dolores.”
It looked as if Dolores would make
short work of the pies. Her fingers
had suddenly become thumbs. She
overturned things needlessly, her
fare was very red, and there were
tears In her eyes which might have
been tears of grief; they looked more
like those of anger.
“It must be hard for you to pass the
little house, Dolores,” continued the
doctor, “and think that if things had
not been as they were you would be
living there now, perfectly happy,
with perhaps a little Marx—’’
“Dick!” Dolores' eyes were biasing
now. but the light went out, leaving
an expression of hurt and wounded
delicacy upon her face. She had
grown very white now, and she sat
down trembling.
“Yon won’t mind telling about him
after a little,’’ said the doctor encour
agingly, ‘ and it will really be a re
lief to your feelings, you will find. It
would be a comfort to you to talk to
some one who knew him well. There
is a great deal In the familiar name
o! any one you love. His was a gcod
old-fashioned name. Jabez—”
“Dick!" the word came with almost
a shriek. “You know 1 never did call
him by such a name; you know I
never would, you know I—1 never
cotld—”
“Never could. Dolores, never
could?” For an unathletic young
man Dr. Dick hart made quick nor!
of totting into the window. "Never
could, Dolores?” he repeated, and fcis
voice was very deep and tender.
"No,” said Dolores, slowly, a3 sha
looked up with a great light on her
face, as if a sudden revelation had
come to her "No, Dick, I nev<ar
could.”
Dolores put her arms on the table
and hid her face in them. Dr. Dick s
arms were also occupied.
"Dick," said Dolores, after a min
ute, "I’ve been a stubborn goose. I
felt so sorry and it seemed to me I
had treated him so badly that I
thought—I thought—”
"I know you too well, Dolores,” said
the doctor, with a face very close
to hers, "to believe that you ever
really loved that man. And we have
lost three whole years.”
The wedding anniversary celebra
tion was a great success and friends
and relatives came from far and near.
Dolores looked as pretty as a picture
and more unlike her name than ever.
Never had she been so say and lively.
There was to be a repetition of the
marriage ceremony, it seemed, later
in the evening, for suddenly the com
pany was silenced by the strains of
the wedding march. In through one
door came the minister in his gown,
and down the stairs came Mr. and
Mrs. Drummond, and following them
Dolores and Dr. Dick.
"Dolores has on her mother's wed
ding gown and veil," whispered one
of the relatives.
“Who giveth this woman to be
married to this man?” read the min
ister from his book, and the astonish
ed guests saw that the father and
mother had separated, leaving the
young ccuple in the center, and it
was the hand of Dolores which her
father was giving to Dr. Dick.
"Well, did you ever?” gasped the
flighty young cousin. “It takes Do
lores Drummond to do things in a
hurry, whether it is to be an old
maid all her life or to be married
without a wedding card of a wedding
present.”—M. A. Taft in Philadelphia
Ledger.
ONE ON MR. BOWEN.
Lack of Appropriate Rairr.ent Put
Him in Painful Position.
A Western senator brought to the
eapitol yesterday a good story about
Minister Bowen, which the minister
himself recently told at a dinner.
“I was asked some days after I ar
rived here in Washington," said Mr.
Bowen, “why 1 had stuck so closely
to my rooms at the hotel, and had
not showed myself around town.
"The reply was a rather painful
one, but nevertheless fully truthful.
It was because 1 hadn't the clothes.’’
Thereupon Mr. Bowen told how he
had been commissioned to hasten
north suddenly and without opportun
ity to provide himself with the heav
ier wearing apparel necessary for
residence in a cold climate. As soon
as he reached town he put a local
tailor to work upon an outfit.
The hardship of the situation was
that Mr. Bowen had ordered some rai
ment from Ixmdon, and this was com
ing across the Atlantic in a British
bottom, which was one of the very
first ships to be held up by the block
ading fleet of the allies. There was
no help for it. and Mr. Bowen's Lon
don clothes, such as are necessary
for proper appearance in polite soci
ety, are still somewhere in South
America. He had reason, therefore,
for being personally grateful when
the blcekade was raised and his
clothes had an opportunity to go for
ward to Caracas.—Washington Post
The Boys.
Where are they'.' the friends of my child
hood enchanted—
The clear, laughing eve-* looking back in
my own.
Anil the warm, chubby Angers my palms
have so wanted,
As when we raced over
l’ink pastures of clover.
And mocked the quail's whir and t!.<j
bumble bee's drone 7
Have the breezes of time blown their
blossomy faces
Forever adrift down the years that are
flown?
Am I never to see them romp back to
their plains.
Where over the meadow.
In sunshine and shadow.
The meadow larks trill and the bumble
bees drone?
Where are they? Ah! dim in the dust
lies the clover;
The whippoorwill's call lias a sorrow -
ful lone.
And the dove's I have wept at It over
and over—
I want the glad lustre
Of youth, and the cluster
Of faces asleep where the bumble beer
drone.
—James Whitcomb Riley.
Making » Lawn.
The lawn should be the first care in
.any home-ground, says Country Life in
America. All effective planting of
shrubs and plants has relation to this
foundation. Homelikeness depends
also upon it. Grass will grow any
where, to be sure, but. mere grass does
not make a lawn. You must have a
aod; and this sod must grow better
every year. This means good and deep
preparation of the land in the begin
ning. rich soil, fertilizing each year,
re-sowing and mending where the aod
becomes thin. Usually we water our
lawns too much, making the grass
shallow-rooted and causing it to fail
early. Every inducement should be
nr,»de for the glass roots to go down
Stringing the Old Folks.
Hi Harix—Hev yew heerd enn.vthlng
frum yewr ton sense he went tew th'
city?
SI Oatbir—Yes; he writ that he wus
carryin' purty near everything afore
him
Hi Har x—What for kind uv a Job
hea he?
Si Oatbln—He's workin’ in sum big
foundry; a "hash foundry," I think ho
sad l» •"’*
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One of Earth's Loneliest Spots
Island of Tristan d'Acunha the Smallest Atom in the t^rdikh
Empire—Climate Is Excellent and the Resit
denis Long-lived,
Tristan d'Aeunfaa. 1,500 miles due
south of St. Helena, is the smallest,
loneliest atom in the British empire.
It was garrisoned during Napoleon's
Imprisonment at St. Helena, and the
inhabitants are the descendants of
Corporal William Glass, who. with
his wife and two private soldiers,
preferred to remain there on the
withdrawal of the troops.
Wives for the two bachelors were
obtained from St. Helena, and some
women convicts were also landed
there fifty years ago, while an oc
casional castaway has increased the
population from time to time.
There are now’ only some seventy
inhabitants, of whom a bare score
are men. The climate is excellent,
and the residents are very long-lived.
The island Is only eighteen square
miles, and the chief crop is potatoes,
but the live stock consists of GOO cat
tle. 500 sheep and some donkeys, pigs
and poultry. Tobacco and spirits are
unknown, nor are there any laws, the
oldest inhabitant being regarded as
governor.
Communism is the prevailing prac
tice. all things being shared In com
mon and proportionately. The little
settlement of Edinburgh is the only
inhabited quarter and the bunch of
well-built stone houses received this
name after the visit of the duke of
Edinburgh in 1867.
Once a year the governor of St.
Helena visits Tristran d'Acunha
with the malls and to see after Its
welfare and report thereon to the
paternal government at Whitehall.
Otherwise the island has no com
munication with the outer world.
Ascension island is more import
I ant, bclrri? a fortified naval base. It
is rated by the admiralty as a ship,
and governed in all respects as a
man-of-war. The ruler is the captain,
and his crew consists of 2G0 inhabi
tants. All the adult males are class
ed sailors, and the captain is as abso
lute as on the quarterdeck.
The climate and soil are good,
banar.a3 being largely cultivated,
while goats form the live stock.
Turtles also frequent its shores, and
when a war vessel calls twice a year
it incidentally ships a supply of
chelmonldoe for the king and the
lords of the admiralty.
Three hundred miles east of Cape
Horn lie the Falkland isles, and,
though they are unknown to the
street-bred man, these British out
posts have more than 2,000 inhabi
tants. Sheep raising is the chief
occupation, there being nearly 1,000,-!
000 sheep in the isles.
The people are happy in being free
from public debt, while the fact that
the only taxes are the import duties
on liquor and tobacco may well draw
sighs from the heavily taxed people of
England.
Moreover, there is prison accommo
dation for only eleven criminals, and
so rarely is even one cell occupied
that the solitary warder policeman
puts in his time in the government
printing ofllce.
Until a few years ago education
was somewhat neglected, chiefly on
account of the scattered residences
of the population, but this defect lias
been remedied by the appointment of
peripatetic pedagogues, who now visit
the pupils, since the pupils would not
visit them.—Pail Mall Gazette.
Habit of Snapping the Fingers
Argument Advanced That It Shows Close Intimacy Between
the Mind and the Body—Physical Movement
Seems to Aid Mental Process.
'•'Did you ever notice the peculiar j
habit some men have of snapping
their fingers while trying to recall
something which has escaped their
mind for the moment?” asked a man •
who keeps d keen lookout for the
curious in human nature. "Now. here
is a curious study, and cue. which, if
pursued may throw much light on a
very interesting subject. Anything
relating to memory, the retentiveness
of the human mind is always of inter
est to me, and l have noted with
much concern these curious physical
manifestations when the mind picture
becomes so obscure that its lines are
lost. Why should a man snap his
fingers when he temporarily forgets
a thing? Does this physical move
ment aid the mental processes? Does
the fact prove the material basis of
the mind? It must show a very inti
mate connection between the two.
After all. the intimacy existing be
tween the mind and the body is very
close, and personally, 1 have always
believed in the theory which teaches
ns that psychology has a physiologi
cal basis and can have no other basis.
The simple habit of snapping the fin
gers when one’s memory fails for the
moment would seem to offer ample
proof of the fact. Curiously enough,
this same condition, a physical move
ment. will manifest itself in many
ways under similar circumstances.
All nu n do not snap their fingers
when there is a mental lapse which
they are seeking to overcome. They
find other ways of bridging the gap.
One man will pat his foot when he
forgets temporarily. Another will
bite his lip. or place his finger
against his temple, or mb one hand
across his forehead, or resort to some
other effort to stimulate his lagging
memory. Why is this? Is one's
memory really aided by these physi
cal movements? It must he. Else)
humanity would have dropped them
long ago. Almost every man. when
he forgets something, a name, for in
stance, which is right on the end of
his longue, will make some kind of
physical effort to conjure the proper
image from its hiding place in the
brain cells. Why it is l do not know.
I know merely thal it happens, and I
suppose it answers some good pur
pose."
Elder Took a Day Off
Brother Parker's Explanation of Elis Fall From Grace—His
Reward for Forty*six Years ol Faithful Service
to the Church.
Irving Bache'ier can always tell a
story of the north country, and this
is one of them.
“Up in St. I awrence comity." he
said, "there was a God-fearing old
man who lived in a small village a
few miles from Potsdam. Mr. Parker
was an elder in the church, a good
husband and father, and a worthy
citizen, who was much respected in
the community. One day he hitched
up his team and went off with a load
of produce from his farm to Potsdam.
Night fell, but Parker did not return.
His family was much frightened, for
such a tiling had never happened be
fore, and they felt sure that some evil
had befallen him. His son went to
Potsdam and called at all his father's
accustomed haunts, only to find that
the old man had sold his potatoes ami
started for home before dark.
“The family remained in great dis
tress all night and until the next
afternoon, when Mr. Parker drove in
at the big farm gate. The old man's
clothes were torn, his face bruised, a
small portion of his front scalp v.as
miains?. and his horse was broken
winded and ail of a lather, lie vouch
safed no explanation, but betook him
self to bed. where he slept for four
teen hours, waking with a rich
brown taste in his mouth.
"The matter got noised abroad, and
eventually the minister and a brother
elder called upon him.
"'Brother Parker,’ said the minis
ter solemnly, ‘it appears to us that
some explanation is due the church
of events which have recently trans
pired, and we have railed to see if
you have anything to say about them.’
• The old man pondered awhile,
and then asked: ‘How long hev I
been a member of the church, boy
aud man?’
“‘Forty-six years, my brother.’
“ ‘Hev I walked in the ways of the
I ord pretty perpendicular during that
time?'
’* ‘Yes. Brother Parker, you have 1
served long and faithfully.’
! “‘Well,’ said the old man, ‘I
thought so. too, ’n‘ I just thought I'd i
[ take a day off.’ ”—New York Times.
A CHANCE TO GROW.
New Englander's Comment on Future
of Schooner.
Sim Tarbox lives In a New England
seaport towu. He is as simple as he is
big and strong, his muscular develop
ment being the result of years of la
bor around Ice houses and on ice
wagons.
One day when business was quiet
Sint wandered away from his Ice wag
on and sat down on the strlngplece
of a pier to admire a shapely; three
masted schooner tied up alongside.
Gradually Sim s curiosity was aroused
Espying the captain seated near his
cabin. Sim observed:
“I say, skipper, thet's a mighty fine
boat ye got thaer.”
“Yes," responded the captain, "she's
a pretty good boat."
After a silence of several minutes
Sim again broke out: "1 say. skipp*.-,
how old be she?"
“Oh," answered the captain, about
six years, I guess.”
“Go?!" said Sim, after what ap
peared to be deep reflection and speak
ing in his deliberate fashion, as his
eyes again swept over the schooner
"won’t she be a highster ’fore she';
twenty!”
Giddy Patterns for Colo’ed Silks.
Among the novelty silks is a foulard
with an old blue ground flecked with
white and scattered Irregularly with
disks of plain blue and of red and
white plaid.
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Mrs. F. Wright, of Oelwein,
Iowa, is another one of the
million women who have been
restored to health by Lydia E.
Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound.
A Younpr New York Lady Tells
of a Wonderful Cure: —
“ My trouble was with the ovaries ;
I am tall, and the doctor said 1 grew
too fast for my strength. 1 suffered
dreadfully from iuffummation ai’d
doctored continually, but got no help.
I suffered from terrible dragging sen
sations with the most awful pains low
down in the side and pains in the back,
und the most agonizing headaches.
No one knows what I endured. Often
I was sick to the stomach, and every
little while I would be too sick to go
to work, for three or four days ; I work
in a large store, and I suppose stand
ing on my feet all day made me worse.
“At the suggestion of a friend of
my mother’s I began to take Lyriii*
E. Pinkhain’fi Vegetable Com
pound, aud it is simply wonderful.
1 felt better after the first two or three
doses ; it seemed as though a weight
was taken off my shoulders; I con
tinued its use until now I can truth
fully say I am entirely cured. Young
girls who are always paying doctor's
bills without getting auy help as I did.
ought to take your medicine. It
costs so much less, and it is sure to
cure them. — Yours truly, Adei.aidk
Prahi.. 174 St. Ann's Ave., New York
City.” — >5000 foff tit if original of about let tel
proving genuineness rannot be produced.
Lillian Rusell II.
Lillian Russell's 16-year-old daugh
ter, Lillian Russell Solomon, is now
in Paris preparing for a stage career.
Lillian II. is said to be even prettier
than her mother at the same age. Sh«
Is possessed of a fine soprano voice
mil dramatic talent of a high order.
She may be seen on the professional
stage next season.
ALL CP-TO-DATE IIOCSKKFFPKRS
Use Red Cross Ball Blue. It makes clothes
clean and sweet as when new. All grocers.
Tor a job lot of New Year’s resolu
tion at cut rates, apply to any of your
neighbors.
Strange Facts of Wild Animals.
The birth of a litter of lions at Ha
slemere park, a private menagerie in
England, leads one of the English pa
pers to note a fact that has for long
puzzled biologists, and that is notor
ous among those who interest them
selves in the study of wild beasts in
captivity, this being that nearly all
he lion, tiger and leopard cubs born
in that country have a cleft palate,
which prevents them from being
properly suckled, and usually leads to
heir premature death. But, beyond
ibis, a more astonishing fact still—
ind one that also greatly puzzles bl
plogists—is that which determines
that of all the wild animals born in
England those born in Bristol are re
garded as the finest and as the most
ikely to live. So well known is this
o professional showmen and menag
;rle keepers that “Bristol born’’ is a
recognized brand in the wild animal
trade.
Woman Abolitionist’s Exploit.
Miss Sarah E. Sanborn, who died at
lie age of 80 last week in Hampton
Falls. N. H., was once the heroine of
in exciting abolitionist adventure.
Her brother. Franklin B. Sanborn, of
Concord, with whom she was then liv
ing, was outspoken in his utterances
and work in suport of the abolitionist
pause. An attempt was made to kid
nap him. The hack in which he was
to be carried away was left standing
at the door. Miss Sanborn seized the
whip and lashed the horses till they
ran away; then she helped her broth,
er to escape. For this exploit citizens
pf Concord afterward presented her
with a pair of pistols.
When it comes to helping thp poor,
ict ions speak louder than words.
FOOLED THE HOSPITAL.
*Vas Pronounced Incurable, but Cot
Well on Pure Food.
Sometimes In a case of disease 're
sulting from the use of improper food
the symptoms are so complex that
medical science cannot find the seat of
trouble, and even the most careful
hospital treatment falls to benefit. A
gentleman of I.ee, Mass., says.: "On
April 1st. 1900, I was sent home by
one of our Massachusetts hospitals
saying nothing more could be done for
me. 1 have been a great sufferer from
nervous diseases and rheumatism and
nervous prostration and had previous
ly been treated at Sharon Springs and
by a number of doctors without get
ting much assistance.
“One day I was feeling worse than
usual when I read an article about
your Grape Nuts that impressed me
§o that I sent out for a package. I
tommenceil using it at breakfast the
next day.
"For fifteen months 1 never missed
one day. If you ever saw any one
grow strong and improve it was I. I
gained from 126 pounds to my old
weight of 165. 1 will always be a
cripple from rheumatism, but other
wise I am so much Improved that I
now feel as well as any man in the
country.” Name furnished by Postum
Co.. Battle Creek, Mich.
There is a recipe book in oach
package of Grape-Nuta that will In
terest the housekeeper.