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■- .■ " I .1 I—.I— — "SO RUNS THE WORLT> AWAY." near me mcm.y, s n iy iramp Of tiie mvriads o, feet. A- they patter on llie dtmp Stony pavement of the street, Jus:, ft constant patter, patter, Arid a never-ending clatter, As the iieople who are going and the peo ple who are coming meet; Hashing hither, rushing thither in the dust ami glare ami heat, Hushing here mid rushing there, Cim-ing phallij;ns in tK ri.'. Are the worn mid weary people who are trumping m the street. Hear the gentle pit n-pnt Or the iitt'.e maid of three; Underneath t he l .eghoi.i ha.. Dimpled, roi; cheeks lias she; "While a dozen little others, Little ii-ters, kittle brothers, Fresh as mosses over which are cooling e nters running free, Pink a.id white anti sweet as r>sC4—sweet a - aiiv biooiu may he, Kunning here mid running there, Chasing phantoms in the nir, Are the dozen little others and the little imid of three. Ileir llie steady step and Blow, And llie humming o a song, As the lovers come mJ go Jo tlie tumult of the t.nong; And a dozen little babbies Float upon tluir seas of troubles. As the level's with n niethoJ, their mean* derings prolong. As the lover?’ steps are mingled with the rapid steps and strong. Ptill l he love its loiter there, Building c.i-tlis i i llie nir. As the lovers’ Ceps me mingled with the phantom chasing throng. iirur wit ru[>iu siujjs urju Hear the steps ot widest i opt, Which to earnest men belong; Thrilled by fear md thrilled by hope; In the mac.htrom ever i>■ t.-sy; Whirling. twirling, growir.^ d;-;zy. Like the seaman in ttii a iiiripooi, clinging to the knotted rope; Jostling, jeering, fighting—(earing neither sinner nor the Pope. Fighting here and fighting there, ChnsiOft phantoms in tiio air; Some are vintimg. others losing—losing everything but hope. Hear the etep that falters by, Hear the e. unking of til a tunc; Feeble stens and feeble eye, \V< iry Heart and weary brain; Hut the ad-propeiiing pa.s.-ir,i In this throng and dm of fashion Keeps the weakened form a grasping for the things he cannot gain. Keeps the weakened muscles rigid, while his hopes are being «!ain. And he totters here and there, Chasing phantoms in ths air. And lie chant i deem,' phantoms—chasing phantoms with his cane. V , Hear the steps of onl ar.c. yrv.ne. He ir the «:epa or grave sml gay, Firm and let ti.o steps a n ir.g Others m '.he passion p ay Here and ; here arc <• u ds » o'lying, Hither, thither, footsteps gtrttring; All is toil ard all is tumult, ei -appointment holds the sway; Some arc winning, -orre arc losing—just so runs the vo'\d away All are rushing here and there, Chasing phantoms in rhe air; And wc sav. and sav it truly—“Just so rims the word a wav ” —. ouflic vjr. iuddlc, m Birmingham (A.a.; A^c-licra.d. I Ihe I Atonement. 1£v Helen F. Huntington 'A. HE hot, still day had (lark- ] ^ m ^ eiied to a sultry, v. indl"ss O O night when n young couple Jf -*■ ^ drew rein before tin* Half KOlf way House. There was a sound of revelry within when Novics drew hack the door and led the way through the long hall, obstructed by j kegs and c-halis, to the little back par lor where occasional lady travelers wore served with such faro as the place afforded. The cloili on tit? table was dingy and creased; n fly-fan creaked i mistily In its slow revolutions, and n j fat pink moth heat ngaiust foe chimney i cf the oil lamp and finally dropped Into j the flame with a sizzle of burning j grease that look array Ilia remnant of I Eleftor's waning appetite. Blur leaned back in her elialr t > listen to the music ! cf piano and violin, whi li kept well j Ahead of the shuttling feet scraping to and fro In the dance hall. “Sounds oddly familiar," she mur mured. “Eastern airs usually circle out here i In the course of two or three years," Norris remarked, uncorking the fizzing* soda. “They sound wonderfully sweet ’way cut here, even tlr* dullest of them," the girl answered, with a hint of longing. “Oh, come. Elenor, you’re never get ting homesick at this late li mri” Nor ris laughed. But s >;n Piling In his voice made her look rrarchlugly at his stu diously averted face. “You have something to til :r.o, Nor ris.'* she said, suddenly b ailing forward and touching his hand. "Why, as a matter of fact, 1 have." j lip answered pirn idly. “But first drink your coffee. You look tired out.’’ “Something that will hurt me?" sPic ■ persisted. “Well, not personally, l hope. Drink 1 ytfcrr coffee, ideas". Hi :i 1 11 P*!i you.” : She drained the lililer, lukewarm I draught Mihail >ivc!y. then pushed i aside her plate, and folding both hands j over the edge of tli» table, leaned to ward him expectantly. "Well," he began, “there was an ac cident here 'rst night. A man got in a row with n Mexican puncher, who knifed him pretty badly. Seems that the wounded man is from the East. 1 found that lie knew some people wo know, among them .lack Gr.nidls.” ‘ Yes. Go on. Something about Jack, isn’t It ?” “Well, yes. lie did speak of Jack's bard luck. Elenor, do os that man still stand lu my light?” A curious change came ove-* her face, a look which Norris, who thought lie knew tier every emotion, had never seen there before. “Does lie, Elenor?” h° persisted, cpli etlv. but doggedly. “No, Norris, thank God. no!” she an swered in n voice that hurt 1dm era lly. “He is only the shadow of the man that ones stood In your light.” “Yet you once loved him more than you care for me?" “Yes- 1 loved him even more than I love you, and he slighted and wouuded my love-” She paused anil searched his eyes, which were very gentle and also very grave. ' “Morris, you know a lot about life, but you’ll never In the world believe what that awakening <cst iue!” There were tears in her voice, but lm* eyes were hard and bright rs polished sione. “But that is all past and done with now?" “Forever. What have yon to tell me Abort Jack?” “Ho is here in this house, hurt. Strange to say. lie recognized me at once Inst night. He asked for you, and that is why 1 brought you here; because it seemed heartless to deny a living man.” For the space of ten long heart-beats she looked speechlessly Ipto Ids eyes, her face paling and reddening in wave like succession. “He is not dying surely!" She wills pered so low that It was Impossible tc hear her mice, but the thought was clearly written in her eyes. ‘‘They are afraid so. In any otiici case 1 should not have brought you here. 1 think 1 had bet ter. prepare him for your presence while you avail here.” But she would not be left alone They met the surgeon nt the door of the Kick-room. "He Is still under the influence of morphia,” lie informed them briefly. "I'll leave his door ajar. When he wakes you can go in." Norris stepped softly within the bare little lcan-io where Uic yellow candle flame diffused a pallid glow on the face of the man who had once stood iu his light. It was a very young fate and singularly handsome in spite of its deathly pallor ainl its deep shadows of pain and weariness. Norris know his rival's history intimately—his reckless good-fellowship, the intemperance and weaknesses which had made him un worthy of Elenor’s love. Even then, lu the presence of death, it hurt him to know that she had once loved him ab solutely. The sleeper felt the presence beside him, but he did not open his eyes until Norris had returned to Elenor. still leaving the floor ajar, si that he heard her question and the man's answer. “Will he live long:” asked Elenor. "Not lott'.'f,r than to-night," Norris told her cattily yet not without honest regret. "Norris, if he should die not knowing that 1 still cared enough to come to him at this hour it would hurt me as long ns 1 live." "Would t. Elenor?” Norris asked touelessly. "Ah. the pity of it! You still care, even knowing him to he un worthy, knowing that lit never cared enough to ,;cpp himself from unclean tiers for your sake.” “Don't, Norris!” she implored, in a voice that brought a rush of tears to the wounded man's eyes. For n few seconds there was no sound to he heard, then the silence was broken by :t woman's sob and a man's contrite plea for forgiveness. “It hurt.: me to know that you still care." said the low, pained voice of Norris. “No, no. Norris, you mistake,” site protested piteously. "I don't care lu that way. But now that lie is dying— 1 cannot forget all that he has been to me.” "I understand. You want him to know—to comfort hit last hour. Elenor, If 1 were dying, one word of love from you would save me. It would bring me back from the dead!" To Jack, listening hungrily, her love Itttcl never ■••eeuted so sweet. It seemed now that nothing iu the world could reemnpei <> him for the less of that lo\c which lie had so recklessly squan dered with the blind prodigality of iu rousequv.it youth. Yet honor was not dead within him. All the heroism prisoner under the dress of worldliuess and self-indulgence rose up to strengthen his silent vow of atonement, [the resolve to yield to that other man the love which waa his by right of worth. Frc-’eutly Elenor heard a slight move I incut in tne sickroom, and went quickly to the do.nv Norris followed iter quiet | ly and ti ok his place beside h r while she leaned over the bed to look at the pallid face which nA ived the memory of a love hat needed but au awaken ing touch to set it free. Suddenly Elenor stooped ami taking his face be tween her hands kissed his lips. A groat sweetness came Into Jack's [face, a peace and radio nee unspeakable, [ which reflected itself in Elenor’s tear less eyes. Norris squared his shoulders against it:»> wall and looked down at | them si! ttily, uttseeingly, for it seemed i to him that tangible things had sud \ d'-nly slipped away from hint, leaving him at the brink of nothingness, with those two looking down at him from ! the brink of some far-off haven of , Id ss. At hist Jack’s voice brought him back m life With a start of ago nized ret flection. "I wanted so much to see you,” he was saying, very slowly and earnestly. "We were such good friends In the old days, v* ai t we, Eleuor? I want to ask; a rTrvica of you, something that II would tot trust to any one else. Wld , you write a letter for me before I die— to tin woman l love?" Elenor's head lifted, and her face grew whiter than before, hut the look of tenderness did not fade front bet eyes. "Yes. Jack,' she answered brave ly, with an tuigovernorable tremor of her low voire. “If T die, I want her to know what she has been to me. I was never quite sure about her until—lately. Tell her how it is with me. They ray there is always hops to tlie very last, and if I live-’’ “If you live”’ Elenor repeated !n a strange voice, “Jack, shall I ask her to eorno to you?" “No. She is not free to com''.” “Married?" Elpnor whispered. Jack nodded. "But I know that she once loved me. Tell her that if I live, she memory of her lore will help me to become the man she once believed me to be and that it will keep me strong nnu pure as long as I live.” There was n long silence, then Elenor rose from the seat she had taken beside him, and at the same time the surgeon returned. lie put his hand on Jack’s wrist and smiled. “Hood!” he approved. You’re doing well. Picked up tremendously during the last half hour. Nothing much to worry about uow but the loss of blood. I think, by' the way, that these young people had better leave yon for tiie present, because I want you to put in the next twenty-four hours iu a stra ight sleep.” Elenor paused outside the door and turned to look at Norris. “II* didn’t give me iter address,” site murmured. “Never mind about that,” said lie buoyantly. “Jack will live to write bis own letter.” “Norris,” she began in a voice that | trembled slightly. “Everything has turned out so much better than we could have arranged it. I am glnd for his sake that the other woman exists.” “And for miue,” Norris put iu im pulsively. Suddenly she smiled, this time with out bitterness or pain, and put her hands on his shoulders. “Norris.” she said, “you are the dearest fellow iu the world.”—New York Timas. Tho rower of Hot Lavn. Streams of water are often obliter ated I y walls of lava 100 feet thick, and sometimes Inland mountain lakes are almost immediately formed by blockiug up the water in this way. Walls of iiot lava have melted down rocks and small peaks that have stood in their way. They have also pre served almost intact ordinary articles and converted other things into totally different substances. When the lava stream overwhelmed the town of Terre del Greco iu 1704 the glass panes of the windows iu the houses were turned into transparent stony substances, while articles of brass, copper, silver and iron were completely rearranged in ui ir structural lormation aim actu ally sublimed aiul refined of all base metals. Sometimes torrents of water and mud pour forth from the volcanoes instead of molten rock or lavg, and ar ticles in nature are preserved iu these streams better than iu the lava beds. The streams of mud lava are generally quicker in their movements than the heavier mass of molten rocks, and they work destruction of an appalling na ture, but they cover the country with a substance which makes plant life thrive Instea 1 of turning the land Into a barren, rocky waste. A torrent of mud lava poured forth from Vesuvius in and overwhelmed the villages of Ottajano and Massn, burying houses and inhabitants In its quick flood. On rile surface of this stream of mini veg etation quickly sprang up and flour ished ahd the site of the villages was soon a seen:} of rich vegetable life. Sev eral of the volcanoes in Java pour down streams of mud lava at periodic intervals, and in the Andes liiere are several volcanoes which inundate the country with the same kind of mate rial.—New York Times. Tlte Hoimrtty Short Lived. The housefly and blue bottle fly, the bane of the housekeeper, are short lived at best. The excitement of es caping extermination, and rearing tlielr young rounds out an existence of twen ty-four hours. Nature, in appreciation of their short career, has provided them with compound eyes, which see about on all sides, a marvelously acute scent and a facility of flight which is the aggravation of him who dozes at noonday and who tries to catch that one fly. When autumn comes the death knell of millions of flies lias sounded. They make no preparation for winter. The majority die, and their insignificaut bodies nre blown away by the passing breeze. A few hardy survivors linger iu cracks in the walls, creep under the door frames or in crev ices in the woodwork. It Is probable that eggs are laid, larvae batched and other flies creep front the raetamor phosed maggots during the winter. But some naturalists assert that the few lingering flies are the parents of the multitude that appear in the warm days of June. The eggs they lay are uumberless. Something N«w In Endlrii Chain. The latest form of the endless cha!. is that devised by a contributor to th English newspapers who incloses with his articles a polite letter and two dozen stamps. If the article is found to be unsuitable he wishes the editor to use one of the stamps In forwarding it, with the letter and remaining stamps, to the next on a list of twenty four other editors, who is requested to i do the same, and so on until stamps ! and editors are equally exhausted. l*«ffinnlnK and Knd. A certain ’gilded youth, ser!ou*l smitten by the charm and grace of i , denture-looking country damsel, ver. ! tured to remark: “How I wish you would give ine that ring upon youi finger. It exactly resembles my lov< . for you—It lias no end.’* “Excuse me, sir.” replied the fair one, "I think 1 will keep it, for it is also emblematic of my love for you—It has no begin aing.” • • - *" .. 1» .III A WOMAN IN KENTUCKY. She Now Has More Legal Right3 Than Her Husband. Through an opinion handed down In a divorce suit by Judge Toney of Louisville, Kentuckians, including the legislators w ho adopted the measure, realize the revolutiorary force of the statute recently adopted. The com mon law is abolished. It is true that under the enactment the man and wife are still one, but it is obvious that it is the wife who is the ruling' authority. As the Judge ex presses it “the gray mare is the better horse.” If she have an estate and h» none he is a mere pensioner on her bounty and may be kicked off the premises. On the other hand, if he have property it is mainly hers. The judge mentions a wife of wealth who is sailing on the Mediterranean in her yacht and whose Louisville mansion is in the care of servants, while the husband is in the county almshouse. Although the wife in every case is entirely independent of the husband in the control of her property, he is responsible not only for her debts, but also for any fines which may be imposed upon her and for damages in any slander or other legal action against her. While the husband “is not entitled to her personal property, nor to her rents, nor her earnirgs, nor anything which is hers, he is not even allowed to give her a mild Biackstonian chas tisement to keep her in a good humor.” dolefully declares the Judge, who is obviously appalled and mortified by the situation. For many years it has been only in Kentucky and some other southern states that the views of the Old Tes tament partriarehs and of the early church have continued to be vener ated. With the sweeping away of the common law in that section the hus band ceases to be anything more than a source of revenue, in a legal sense.— Phi elphia Record. HOW SEABROOKE SAVED MONEY Good Advice That Friend Wired Singing Comedian. A good joke was played on Mr. Sea brooke, who is singing in “A Chinese Honeymoon." A friend in New York telegraphed Seabrooke as follows: "Be sure and play Solitaire Tuesday.” The comedian isn't a horseman, but he does not object to wagering his week’s salary if he lias a reasonable assurance that he can double it. So he left word with the call boy to get him out early that he might "play Solitaire" at the best odds. In the course of the early morning Mr. Sea brooke was called and he went blithe ly forth to find a bookmaker who wished to be put ont of the business. From place to place he trudged, from tipster to tipster he went, inquiring the possibility of placing a bet on Sol itaire. But none knew the horse, and all denied that such an animal was scheduled to take part in the day's races. So after considerable trudging Mr. Seabrooke returned to his hotel, mystified. Finally he decided to tele graph his friend: “There ain’t no Solitaire." he wired, humorously. The reply read: "You don’t know the answer. I told you to play soli taire to-day so you wouldn’t go to the races and lose your money.” An Irish Heart. Take Innocence and candor and a love for every right. And mix them up together with a goodly share of fight— And add a dash of pathos and of sym pathy a share, And equal parts of faith in God and fervor In the prayer. And charity's sweet cmbl»m might be tucked in there to show That hope Is e'er resplendent In a soft, ecstatic glow. Then label !t with courage and a sense of wit and fun. Nor be ashamed to claim it nor to stand 1 by what you've done; But simply pour In humor of the brilliant, wholesome kind. And all the loved ingredients of healthy, ' human mind. And set It on a pedestal of onyx grand and white. And then call all the people In to witness while you write This fond and true Inscription, taken from life's every part; “This is. dear friends, a common thing— ’tls lust an Irish heart." —From the Gael. Salmon-Catching Centers. The six chief salmon-catching cen ters on the Pacific coast, in the order of the quantity of fish packed (in 1901) are Alaska. Puget sound (British Columbia), the Columbia river, the Oregan coast, the Washington coast and the California rivers. About four fifths of the entire catch was in Amer ican waters, one-fifth rn Canadian. For i their extent and importance—the an- I nual product now being worth over $20,000,000, employing an army of men and millions of capital—the Pacific salmon fisheries are of surprisingly re cent development. Like every Indus- | try In the Northwest, they have seem ingly sprung into importance over night—yesterday nothing, today a business of worldwide recognition.— June Century. His Sensations. The big six-footer had wisely 'e fralned from going to teas, but his so ciety friend had at last induced him to attend one of these functions. 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