Children of Du»t.
On> cried: "Of the dust were yon made;
Cod fashioned you out of the dust:
Of earth were you taken and ever
Your lust shall be after her lust.
“Your soul Is a perishing breath—
A flutter tif passionate wind
That hovers from shadow to shadow
Unpiloted, impotent, blind."
Yea. children of wind and of dust.
Olod-eumbered encompassed with bars—
But the breath Is the breath of God's
rapture,
Tne dust Is the dust of the stars!
Scrap of Carbon Paper
If one were looking for a cure for
bashfulness, carbon paper would seem
an unlikely thing to select. But it wad
a piece of this paper which, if it did
not oiactly cure John Kendall, at lea -t
overcame the effects of his shyness.
John's bashfulness was most per
nicious, and while it had not retarded
his career as a successful manufac
turer, in the flourishing tow n of Schuy
lervillo, it proved a very embarrassing
possession when he was smitten with
the tender passion.
In the first place. Margaret Little
was “an authoress,’’ and that alone
was an awe inspiring circumstance. To
he able to write stories which met
with occasional acceptance; to have
the iiostman sometimes bring her thin
letters containing checks, and not to
be the grinning bearer of bulky pack
ages of rejected manuscripts, placed
her on a plane above other women—
In John's eyes. Not that she needed
such placing, for it would be futile to
chronicle the angelic qualities with
whicn he endowed her.
The trouble with this endowment
process was that it was not disclosed
to Margaret. John could write, and
did write, letters teeming with senti
ment. Of course, it was unfortunato
(hat these letters were never sent. It
was more unfortunate that he found
himself unable to express in her pres
ence the feelings which agitated his
six feet of manhood.
He had made three attempts a' a
proposal, each of which had ended in
Rtampiering confusion and dire fail
ure, and it is probable that the num
ber would have been extended in
definitely. had not a rival appeared on
the field.
Anyone who showed Margaret the
slightest attention was a rival in
John's view, and it seemed impossible
that the editor of a New York maga
zine would come fifty miles to Schuy
lorville for the sole purpose of con
sulting Margaret about a series of
stories for bis periodical. If this in
nocent purpose brought the editor,
something emotionally attractive in
Margaret's pretty face must have in
duced his reappearance within a
month, and it was during this second
visit that John spurred himself to ac
tion.
On a June afternoon he deserted his
desk and determinedly strode toward
the Little homestead. His courage
usually lasted until he passed the front
gate, but on this occasion be was sur
prised to find It upholding him even
after he had reached the veranda. It
evaporated when he rang the bell. A
maid told him that Miss Little had
gone for a walk with a gentleman from
New York. This information, comitig
as a respite, at first relieved John.
Then jealousy renewed his courage,
and he boldly said he wished to leave
a note for Margaret.
In the matter of impassioned mis
gives John Kendall was no coward,
and he sat at Margaret's little desk
and dashed off a few glowing periods
on a sheet of her manuscript paper.
When the effusion was finished it
proved satisfactory, being, in fact, a
condensation of the others which he
bad left unsent. He folded it neatly,
and was reaching into a pigeonhole in
W'.y*
Dashed off a few glowing periods.
the desk for an envelope, when he
happened to glance out of the window.
Across the orchard came Margaret
and the editor. The latter—a small,
blonde, handsome man—was walking
close beside his contributor, and loo*,
‘og smilingly into her beautiful eye*.
I After viewing the scene John was
I seized with panic ar the thought of
Margaret's reading his note immedi
ately. The next instant he was strid
ing away from the house, scattering
hits of white paper to the June
breezes.
He did not see Margaret for a week,
and during that time deep despair
held him for its own. Then an urgent
business affair led him to call on her
Glanced shyly dcwn at Margaret.
father, who was suffering from a slight
Illness, anil was unable to leave the
house.
When the interview with Mr. Little
was at an end, and John reached the
front door he found Margaret sitting
on the veranda. He thought to pass
her with a formal greeting, but his
intentions usually went astray where
she was concerned, and he was soon
seated near her in a wide armed ver
anda chair.
“I am sorry I missed you when yt>u
called last week," said Margaret after
her father's illness had been discussed.
“I'm sorry, too," John replied, men
tally condemning the memory of the
maid, whom he hoped had forgotten
the incident.
“The girl said something about you
leaving a note,” continued Margaret.
“Yes—er—an invitation to a picnic.”
John said weakly, "but the affair was
postponed.”
“Before yon could write the note?"
“No; I thought it would be post
poned, so l changed my mind."
Margaret was looking demurely at
a rose hush. “It has been postponed
before,” she murmured softly, but her
companion did not hear the remark.
“John,” she said, in a louder tone, “I
suppose it is only in an invitation to
a picnic that you would address me as
your dearest Margaret.”
John Kendall turned slowly, and
regarded the object of his affections
with bewilderment. lie wondered if
any of the torn bits of paper had been
picked up and pieced together by Mar
garet, but he had scattered them so
widely that that seemed impossible.
Miss Little, who had transferred her
gaze from the rose bush to her lover's
face, seemed to enjoy its expression.
Then John rocked violently in the
veranda chair in the hope that the
action would inuuce mental stimula
tion, but it did not.
Will you come with me for a mo
ment?” Margaret asked, rising and
entering the house.
John followed Iter to her study.
There, on the little desk, was the pile
of manuscript [taper. Margaret took a
note from the bosom of her dress,
unfolded it slowly, and handed it to
John.
"There was a piece of carbon paper
among the top sheets,” she said, "and
this was tinder it.” and John read an
exact copy of the effusion he had ad
dressed to Margaret the week before.
For a moment he looked helplessly
at the note, then he glanced shyly
down at Margaret, and the expression
he saw in her eyes was entirely unlike
that with which ;the had regarded the
editor.
It seemed to say, "Speak for your
self. John," and had the stolid type
| writer which stood on the desk risen
to the occasion it would .have added
another love scene to its long list.
In the home of Mr. and Mrs. John
Kendall, in Schuylerville, is a den,
and on one of its walls hangs a bit of
black paper in a gilt frame. When the
curious Question John about this paper
• he tells them its story, if they are
worthy, and if they are unworthy he
merely says that it is an impression
istic picture of the darkest hour b«i
fere dawn.—Bennett Musson in Lvs
Angeles Tlrpes.
YOUTHS WERE WELl TAUGHT
Destined to Govern, They Knew Need
of Self-government.
A number of years ago Commodore
Perry, speaking to the students of An
tioch college, Ohio, told the following
anecdote, illustrating the perfect dis
cipline maintained among the naval
cadets of bis time:
“Some twenty-five years ago I was
carelessly walking on the levee of a
city of the Adriatic. A short distance
from the shore lay a man-of-war at
anchor. I called an oarsman, and told
him to return for mfc In an hour.
“I wandered aver the beautiful ship,
admiring its guns, its keeping, its ad
mirable appointments and its excellent
management, shown by Its condition
At the end of my hour I began to look
for my oarsman. Just then 1 discov
ered a door on my right. I opened it
and in that room sat thirty-two boys.
I bad been there an hour and had not
heard a stir enough to show that rc
much as bird was alive on that boat
“The youngest cadet came to the
door and welcomed me with his cor
dial military salute. ‘Boy, where if
your teacher?' 'Gone ashore, sir.’ ‘Dc
you keep absolute order while he if
gone?' ‘Certainly, sir.'
“Then passing to the front, I sail’
to one of the older boys: 'Young
man, why do you act so differently
from other boys? Are you afraid ol
being punished?'
“The <adet rose 10 his feet. 'Sir,'
said he. ‘you see before you thirty
two cadets. We all expect to govern
others in our future work. The first
element of a good governor is self
government; sir, we are practicing
that.’ “
The commodore added: "That war
twenly-flve years ago. in the provi
dence of God none of these young
men have bPen calleu to eternity. I
will now read you their names." And
the audience recognized in each man
a name famous in the navy of Great
Britain, Germany, Fiance or America.
—From “Washington: Its Sights and
Insiglfls."
The Dog Around Town.
Have you ffaslcd to-day. old fellow?
Had a sniff of some meat or a bone?
Were you gen'rousiy fed upon gravy and
broad
Hy some one who called you their own?
Your riba, sir! Ilow plainly they're show
ing!
Tour legs seem uncertain and weak!
Have you searched every street for a
morsel to ent?
Are you just a town dog, sir? Come,
speak!
Were you housed from the snowstorm
last night, sir?
Did you sleep within some warm bed?
Did you bear the wind roar pust the
closed stable door
While dreams of green Helds filled your
head ?
Or did you crawl into some alley
To curt up and shiver and know
The voice of slow death in the wind's icy
breath
'Neath your soft, creeping blanket ot
snow ?
lias any one patted your head, sir?
Or noted your great, sunken eye?
Have your unkempt ears heard any kind,
gentle word
From some human friend passing by?
Or have folks Just kicked you aside, sir?
Why. you're trembling now. where you
stand!
Have they struck you so much that you
quake at my touch
And cower at the sight of my hand?
It's the way of the world, poor old fel
low!
Just a struggle tor bread, or a hone:
And some of us know how >ou feel when
you go
To your bed in thp alley, alone!
Were you sleek and well cared for and
handsome
Friends would feed you and love you on
sight;
Hut it's different, sir. with a poor, lin k
less cur.
Just a dog around town! There, good
night!
—Colorado Springs Gazette.
vwi odvcu mm.
King Robert the Bruce, according to
the well-known story, once owed his
safety to a spider. Among the Tartars
of Central Asia there is a belief that
one of their khans or chiefs was pre
served, long years ago, by the great
hoi ned ow l. He had hidden in a thick
et to avoid capture by some enemies.
By and by his pursuers eame to this
spot. The first thing they saw was an
ow l sitting on a, bush. What did this
mean? It signified, in their eyes, that
this bird would not rest quietly there
if any man were lying concealed close
by. Theretore they argued that the
khan eottld not be there, and so they
hurried on to search for him else
where. At nightfall the khan made
his way to the camp of his men and
told them how he had been saved
from certain death. His story c aused
them ever afterward to look upon the
owl with reverence and love. They
wore its feathers in their caps as a
pledge of victory.
Judge Siebecker's Unique Decision.
Judge Siebec ker of Wisconsin has
displayed Solomon-like wisdom in
some of his decisions. Two men ap
peared before him. One was a butcher,
who claimed that the defendant owed
him $U> tor a moat bill. The defend
ant. a strikingly thin and gaunt figure,
denied the bill. Statements and coun
ter-statements followed each other
with great tapidity. The lie was
passed, hut the constable intervened.
“When was this meat purchased
which you sold the defendant?” asked
the judge.
“During the past four w’eeks, your
honor,” declared the butcher.
“Then 1 decide this case in favor of
the defendant." remarked the judge,
deliberately, as he serutininzed the
emac iated figure before him. “His ap
pearance indicates that he has not
eaten $10 worth of meat in his life
time."—Boston Post.
Popularity of the Circus.
It has been estimated that no less
tnun 25.000.000 people annually attend
the circuses of America in one sea
> sou.
“HENDRIK HUDSON*’ DAY
Movement in New York for Magnificent Tri-Centennial Celc^
brat ion of the Discovery of the Hudson River—Proposed Bridge
as Fitting Monument. X, XXXXXXXXXX*
A wealth of romantic interest sur
rounds the proposition that the city
of New York and the public generally
unite in a magnificent tri-centennial
celebration of the discovery of the
Hudson river fn 1909.
C'apt. George A. White, secretary of
the Hudson Tri-Centennial associa
tion. said: "Hendrik Hudson's achieve
ments entitle him to a fitting monu
tncRt, an enduring tribute that will
r
7
tun* and It was determined (bat the
extreme northwesterly point of Man
hattan island, whore the Hudson and
the Harlem rivers have their conflu
ence, should be selected as the thea
ter for the proposed celebrations, and
that the bridge should be only a part
of the affair. Two small parks, it
was considered, should be created,
one at each end of the bridge; or, if
this be not practicable, that Riverside
T
up the stream. He occupied the time
making drawings of the vicinity. He
came to anchor on the 12th, just be
low Riverdale—possibly at a point op
posite the Spuyten Duyvil, holding
friendly intercourse with the natives,
who came out in canoes to inspect
the big ship and trade with the sail
ors.
Though born “Henry Hudson.” and
presumably in England the navigator
1
be an object lesson to the youth of
future generations. If this testi
monial can also be made serviceable
to the people of this city, so much the
better.
"A splendid bridge over the Spuy
teu Duyvil seems to the committee
to be the correct thing. In fact, the
members are unanimous in favor of
such a form for the monument. At
their request engineers have prepar
ed a drawing of the proposed bridge,
and it has been accepted in so far as
the committee has power to act at
this early date."
An inspection was made of the
available sites for the proposed strue*
drive should be extended up to and
over the span.
A naval demonstration on the Hud
son is planned as part of the celebra
tion. It is believed that not only can
the United States govern'nent be in
duct'd to send the white squadron
here, but that the governments of
Holland and England will send naval
vessels to join in the affair—these
two having an historical connection
with the matter peculiarly their own.
It is known that Hendrik Hudson
dropped anchor in the lower bay on
either the 3d or 4th of September.
1009, and that he waited eight days
in the upper bay before setting sail
J
identified himself completely with
the Dutch government in this enter
prise. He flew the flag of Holland
and gave that country its claim to
the territory. His enterprise really
opened it up to settlement. Within
a year of his return to Holland sev
eral colonies were on their way to
settle on both sides of the great river.
“Hendrik Hudson Day” is likely to
become a fixture, in the public schools
at least, as a result of this move
ment to perpetuate the doughty sail
or. The legislatures of the various
states will be asked to name Sept. 12
as a day for special exercises appro
priate to the occasion.—N. Y. Press.
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! PROPOSED RAILROAD WILL RUN THROUGH *
♦ TERRITORY FAMED IN BIBLICAL HISTORY
i
Probably most Americans who have
read in the cable dispatches about all
the pother that there has been of late
over the proimsed Bagdad railway
have found themselves little concerned
with the enterprise. As a matter of
fact, the point al>out the scheme which
makes it. most interesting to folk in
the United States has been rather lost
sight of in the perfervid discussion of
the political side of the case.
The proposed road is in the region
where history began, for, as the ac
companying map shows, the Bagdad
railway will run straight through the
district between the Tigris and the
Euphrates rivers, which long have
been identified as the original Garden
of Eden. Tarsus, the city of St. Paul,
and Nineveh, to which Jonah was or
dered (now known as Mosul), will be
stations on the proposed line. It will
run comparatively close to the once
mighty city of Babylon, from which
King Nebuchadnezzar weut out to lay
siege to Jerusalem; but which now
something like 122 degrees in the .
shade.
There is no question whatever that
the prospects fo a railway through
this historically fascinating region
would be decidedly bright could the
country only be reclaimed from its
present barrenness and made, as it
was in Bible times, a land of plenty.
And, strangely enough, just at this
time comes a famous English engi
neer. Sir William Willcocks, who be
lieves that it is possible to restore to
this birthplace of mankind something j
like the marvelous system of canals
and waterways which once it pos
sessed. and to which all its former
richness was due. In those days the
Tigris river was dammed at different
points, and its waters thus turned
into immense irrigation canals which
ran through the country. The great
est of these canals was such a piece of
work as modern constructors never
have dreamed of. It was over three
hundred miles long and 130 yards I
grown. Ho thinks the Tigris could be
controlled so that its water supply
would never fail. The cost of this gi
gantic work would be in the neighbor'
hood of $40,000,000, but this practical
engineer believes that it would repay
the investment richly, creating a new
garden of Eden between the Euphra
tes and the Tigris.—Los Angelen
Times.
Try Second Marriage.
Statistics gathered by the New York
board of health show that widowers
of all races, colors and creeds take
less kindly to a second dose of single
blessedness than do widows. Of the
total number of persons seeking the
marital state in the standard year the
bereaved ones of both sexes made up
one-tenth of the list and the widower*
outdid the widows to the number of
55G. Since the reports of the board
deal solely with indisputable facts and
leave debatable theories to the specu
lative mind the inquirer has to look
lies in ruins In the midst of an arid
waste. Further to the north are the
remains of Opis—for generations the
wealthiest mart of the east; Ctesi
pbon. the ancient capital of the Per
sian kings, and Cunaxa, where Xeno
phon and his army of ten thousand be
gan their famous retreat. Tills is the
ar.cient Mesopotamia, through which
Alexander the Great led his hordes;
and as for Bagdad Itself, is it not the
fabled city of the "Arabian Nights" in
which Haroun al Raschid wandered
about incog.?
Building the line will be a gigantic
and wearisome task, for this once fer
tile "land of milk and honey” now is a
comparative deser*. baking under the
tropical sun. in a normal heat of
Route of the Bagdad Railway.
wide. The biggest canal in Egypt to- i
day is only sixty-five yards across.
This great canal, the Nahrwan. and j
its fellows gave water to and fertil- 1
ized all this region of Mesopotamia,
now supposed to have been the most ■
wealthy and densely settled district ;
the world ever has seen. The end of
this prosperity came, however, when a <
terrific spring freshet destroyed all j
this wonderful system. The Tigris i
weirs were turned, the river forsook j
its old bed and the entire country was j
inundated. Ruin followed.
Sir William Willcocks believes that j
a canal system based on that swept
I away would rejuvenate this arid land
| and make the soil one In which corn.
' dates, sugar cane and cotton could be
elsewhere lor an explanation of the
disparity In figures. He finds it la
various sources, but the authorities
consulted disagree. However, the pre
ponderance of testimony indicates tiiat
woman, by the sweetness of her dis
position, contributes more materially
to a man's happiness than he does to
iters, and that, having lost one spouse,
he is never satisfied until he finds
somebody else like her.
The First Papermaking.
The earliest European paper milhi
were at Falriaco. in Italy, in ,.150. The
Arabs first brought the secret of paper
making to Europe, they themselves
having learrad It from Chinese prison
ers of war.
