GOD’S home;
Thy homo is with the humble. Lord,
Th(« simplest are the best;
Thy lodging is Iti ehild-Ilke hearts;
Thou makest there thy rest.
Dear Comforter! Eternal T»ye!
If thou wilt stay with tno,
Of lowly thoughts and simple ways,
111 build a house for thee.
Who made this heating heart of mlna
But thou, my heavenly Guest?
I,et no one have It, then but thee,
And let It be thy rest.
Thy sweetness hath betrayed thee, Gord!
Great Spirit, is if thou?
Deeper and deeper in my heart
1 feel thee resting now.
Aunt Sarah’s Will
I
I
Aunt Sarah Snowden had never
married, and furthermore sho had al
ways been a burden on her relatives.
That Is to say, she had worked about
twice as hard as any paid hand for
her hoard and clothes, and was still
at it when sho was 50 years old.
She was called “Aunt' as a term of
derision, and as she was irascible and
sour-tempered her life was not over
burdened with sunny days. At 50 she
was expecting nothing but to drudge
along for the rest of her days and be
known as a poor relation, when a
most unexpected event happened.
At 30 years of age Aunt Sarah had
almost been engaged to an old bache
lor. She had come so near to it that
he had seen her home from church on
several occasions and “sat up” with
her in the evening. She had also ac
companied him to a circus and a camp
moetiug, and a marriage might have
resulted had they not fallen into a
dispute over some trifling matter.
Both were “sot" in their opinions,
and after some hot. words tho bachelor
withdrew and left the maiden ail for
lorn. He passed out of her sight to
die twenty years later and leave her
$30,000 by will.
The news of Aunt Sarah's windfall
threw the hamlet of Rosedale into a
flutter that did not quiet down for
months.
Of course nine-tenths of the people,
including her brother Ben and his
wife, hoped it wasn’t true, but a law
yer came on to prove her claim, and
finally hand her over the cash; and
then nine-tenths of the people made
a lightning change. From being tho
drudge of the family, aunt Sarah was
exalted to the post of guest.
That $30,000 looked bigger than
Taylor’a hill to the farmers and vil
lagers, and It was an astounding thing
that it should come to a little old wo
man who wouldn't know what to do
with it.
In ono week everybody who knew
the old iralsl had called to congratu
late and advise, and inside of another
at least a score of people who had
never spoken a wor<^ to her cailod to
borrow or to interest her In plans and
schemes.
From brother Ben who wanted to
build a new barn and buy four more
rows, to Rev. Mr. Johnson, who had
been for years hoping to raise enough
money to build a Baptist church,
there was some one after portions of
that money day and night.
Aunt Sarah did not lose her head.
3he bought herself a new alpaca dress
and a bonnet of a style not over three
years old, and set up housekeeping
*Of herself. She neither gave away
cor loaned a dollar, but after a while
made an announcement.
As the money had come to her by
will, it should go to others iu the
same way. The doctors hed told her
rhat she had a weak heart, and was
liable to drop dead any hour, and she
did not expect to live <v«er four or
five years at most. The Baptist
Jiurch, brother Bon and all the rest
,:ust wait for her demise to benefit.
This was looked upon as a sinful
fick l.y some, and there were whis
<»red criticism behind each door, but
Expecting nothing but to drudge
along for the rest of her licys.
sunt Sarah was obdurate, and there
was nothing to do but wait.
Thirty thousand dollars is a sum to
bow down to. The people bowed
flown. Aunt Sarah was flattered and
cajoled.
Two or three old widowers came
“spooking around” to talk marriage,
and speculators came a distance
' .. — -.i
to offer ground-floor shares In gold
mines and oil wells.
She had the best pew when she
went to church, the politest attention
when she called at the postofflee or
the drygoods store, and everybody
made up his or her mind to be men
tioned in her last will.
The woman lived in clover for five
years and then died. The term “clo
ver" should be interpreted to mean
that so many custards, pumpkin pies,
glasses of jelly, jars of preserves,
fresh eggs, baskets of fruit and spring
The politest attention.
chickens were sent In to her by neigh
bors that she lived high without buy
ing much, and the women were so
kind about dressmaking that her
clothes cost her next to nothing.
About 50 people were on the tip-toe
of expectation regarding the will. It
was the largest funeral ever known in
Branch county. The woman had made
her will and was dead, but it seemed
as if some folks hoped to come in for
something by attending the funeral.
There w’as weeping at the house—
something of a rivalry between cer
tain women as to who should weep
the hardest—and tliero was weeping
at the church. The mite-long funeral
procession moved at a slow and dig
nified pace, and there was no undue
liasto to get back homo.
The executors named did not live
in Uosedale at ail, but they were on
hand to let the provisions of the will
be known.
“Firstly,” read the document so
long welted for, “I give and bequeath
to my brother Benjamin the sum of
SluOO, but as I drudged for his family
eighteen years without pay I direct
my executors to put in a claim for
$1500 as an effset.
“10 Mary Snowden, wife of Ben
jamin Snowden, who hardly ever gave
me a decent word until I got my
money. I give and bequeath my three
best dresses, minus the sleeves and
buttons.
To Kev. Mr. Johnson, with which
to build a new llaptist church, 1 leave
the sum of $3000, but I direct that be
fore coming into possession of it he
shall preach ten sermons, during
which no one shall fall asleep, and
that he shall neveT attempt to sing in
public again.”
There were fifty bequests in all, and
it must have taken Aunt Sarah a year
to study them out to her satisfaction.
She had about twenty relatives, none
of whom had shown her mpeh con
sideration during her days of loneli
ness a id hard work, and while she
had left a bequest to each and every
one it was under such conditions that
none could accept. Every woman in
the village who had ever rubbed her
the wrong way was duly remembered,
but little good did it do them.
The only bequest without a proviso
read:
"To Job Sanderson, the village
cooper, who once helped me over a
mudhole without asking me why I
never got married, and who didn’t
recommend a cure for freckles and
wrinkles, 1 bequeath the sum of $2000,
and may it do him much good."
The residue of her estate, which
meant all but the $2000 above named,
was bequeathed to a charity and went
there, and then the smile on Aunt
Sarah’s face *.s she lay dead was ex
plained.
Before the reading of the will It was
whispered that she had been talking
with the angels. After the reading it
was announced in loud tones that th*»
angels were somebody else—some
body with tails and hoofs.—Cyrus D«r
lckson in Boston Globe.
CALLER AT THE WHITE HOUSE.
He Wanted to Have the Names of All
the People Changed.
The first crank to mine his appear
ance at the White House since the re
turn of the President, says the Wash
ington Star, went to the executive of
fice on Monday. One of the door
keepers quickly came to the conclu
sion that the man was “muddy," in se
cret service parlance, and turned him
ever in an adroit manner to a secret 1
service officer. The officer soon found
the man's story. "I want to see the
president to have the names of peo
ple changed," the man confidentially
informed the secret service officer,
"and the president must issue an or
der to do this at once. I came here
all the way from Chicago to see that *
this thing is done properly. Just
look at the way people are named.
Here are men In the undertaking busi
ness bearing all kinds of names. Ev
ery man in that business should be
named Coffin. Every man In the
wood business should be named Wood.
All the grocers ought to be named
Butter or I.ard or called by the name
of the good3 sold in thoi" stores. Here
are dry goods dealers bearing all
kinds of good names, when they ought
to bear the names of Thread, Buttons,
Cambric, Calico and other things. It
is a shame the way this thing is done
now. The wrong naming of people
leads to trouble and business cou
fusion and there is only one safe
thing—tnat is, to change the name.
You see that steam roller standing
there in the White House grounds.
Well, that roller ought to furnish the
name of the man that runs it. He
ought to be named Roller. The man
who is putting down these asphalt
pavements in the grounds ougnt to be
named Asphalt.”
By this time the crank had been
slowly escorted across the grounds by
the secret service man and had re
ceived an intimation that the presi
dent would prefer that he submit his
plans somewhere else at this time.
The man was not arrested.
The Walking Delegate.
You wanted a kid real sassy and mean,
A pug-nosed rooster, not fat nor lean.
But pudgy and short, with good, strong
lnngj
And a big wide mouth that could stretch
three rungs.
Now walk, consarn you, walk!
You wanted a kid. a bold little* tot.
You wanted a kid that would get real hot
If you laid him down. You'd trot him
some
And pedal the floor till kingdom come.
Now walk, consarn you, walk!
A kid with the colic you thought was
bright.
He'd be like hi« dad. staying up all night.
Drinking from bottles and making things
hum.
Yelling like Sioux until morning come.
Now walk, consarn you, walk!
You once sported round like an easy guy
When you met the gang, you'd always
buy.
You'd take a cab for a block or so—
Now to the office you trod through snow.
Now walk, consarn you, walk!
The kid needs all of your surplus dough,
You have a straight, beaten path to go.
When you meet the boys. Just pass them
by.
You're a daddy now. and can't fly high.
Now walk, consarn you. walk!
—Ohio State Journal.
Auto Stage Lines in Nevada.
Unlike the horse or the less comely
mule, the automobile does not need
water, save that which Is wasted in
making it look dean. Hence a field
of actual usefulness has been found
for the machine in Nevada, where
water is scarce. Tonopah, realizing
that several hours can be saved In
the time required to make the stage
trip between Sodaville and Tonopah,
is organizing a strong company to put
in operation an automobile stage line,
each coach to carry sixteen passen
gers. The machines will be of thir
ty-two horse power and a guarantee
of making the trip of sixty miles in
six hours. The news of the new en
terprise is hailed ‘with satisfaction,
owing to the crowded condition of
the mail stage and its heavy loads of
freight every night.
A Fainting-Room.
One of the latest ideas in New York
is a room to which ladies can retire if
they feel faint and go off in a swoon,
amid the most artistic and beautiful
surroundings. Several restaurants
and tea shops have adopted this idea,
and members of the fair sex whose
nerve force is run down can find in
the fainting-room a soothing resting
place. The room is partially darkened
and the prevailing color green, whilst
it is liberally decorated wtth various
sweat-smelling flowers. Comfortable
sofas and chairs are provided for the
"fainters," and a lady doctor is kept
on the premises should her services
be required.—London Tlb-Blta.
Had No Kick Coming.
“Young man, said the stern parent
to the applicant for a job as son-in
law, “1 want you to know that I spent
$5,000 on my daughter’s education.”
"Thanks,” rejoined the youth who
was trying to break into the family
circle. Then 1 won't have to send her
to school again.”
Cause and Effect.
Mrs. Nextdoor—1 saw the doctor
stop at your house this morning. Ia
any one sick?
Mrs. Homer—Yes; rey husband.
M rs. Nextdoor—Indeed! What
seems to be the troubl/s?”
Mrs. Homer—Dyspejiia. Ha ate too
much healta food.
Honor For Johe V.-Vt-iy.
John Morley has ha»> ftf-ae
him the honorary profa,-,-irrship ai an
cient history at Lha T2:»^¥sh Royal
academy.
LOVED LITTLE ONES
GREAT MEN AI.WAYS FOND OF
CHILDREN.
Byron, Lamb, Dickena, Southey, and
Even Sam Johnson Enjoyed the
Companionship of Their Small Ad
mirers— Oliver Wendell Holmes’
Tribute.
It is one of the most lovable traits
In many of our greatest men that
they are as skillful in winning the
hearts of little children as In captivat
ing the minds of their parents.
VV'as there ever a great man who
did not love children? If there was
(and we hhve never heard or read of
him), h> greatness was by so much
the less. Even Sam Johnson relaxed
his grimness into smiles of pleasure
when Boswell’s baby daughter held
out her arms to him and pulled his
hair when he was not sufficiently at
tentive to her.
Byron, whose own child life had
been so saddened and embittered by
a loveless mother, worshipped his lit
tle daughter Ada with all his pas
sionate soul, and history has no
sweeter picture than that of Southey
singing his child to sleep as he paced
the floor with his "little burden of
love” in his arms.
Lamb’s great heart had many a
warm corner for his child friends—all
the heart, in fact, that his sister Mary
did not fill; and when he took his
daily walk through Edmonton it was
the signal for all the little children
to flock to him for a kiss, a kind
word, or (better than all) to take his
hands or coat tails and accompany
him on his rambles.
It is little wonder that Charles
Dickens, "the greatest hearted one,”
was Idolized by the little ones; for
there never was a more entertaining
companion or one who could better
"make himself a child again” for their
delight. There are many staid men
and women of to-day who recall with
pleasure and regret the romps they
used to have with ”Boz” in the fa
mous nursery at Gad’s Hill.
Among great men of the later days
Mr. Lewis Carroll must bo counted
"King of the children's hearts.” That
solitary, lovable ‘‘mixture of a man,”
who was wedded to mathematics and
children, had few pleasures apart
from one or the other. His study at
Christ church was a perpeutal nur
sery, its corners and cupboards stuff
ed with toys and sweets and all that
appeals to a child's heart; and here
or on a river picnic, surrounded by
swarms of his young friends, the
mathematical professor was always a
boy as full of fun and as ripe for
mischief as the youngest of his
guests. May his rest bo sweet, this
chief of children's lovers!
Oliver Wendell Holmes, most ami
able of ‘autocrats,” was a lifelong
lover of children, and could “skip
back seventy years" at a moment’s
notice at a cnild’s bidding. Could
anything be sweeter than the letter
he wrote acknowledging the photo
graph of one of his little girl friends?
"May those lips.” he wrote, “speak
what is pure and true; may those
ears hear but what is good; and may
those eyes always mirror a soul as
beautiful as themselves.”
Old Girl Graduates.
Tf the likenesses of girl graduates
which now make an attractive feature
of many newspapers are true to the
life and undoubtedly they are in most
cases, doesn’t it seem that those leav
ing the high schools have a remarka
bly mature look? In some instances
they look to be quite 25 years of age
and as knowing and wise as girls who
really have seen that number of years
are usually found to bo In this sophis
ticated age. It seems rather curious,
too. that such young girls should look
so “finished,” but it is probably just
an evening up of things in their re
spective families, as their mothers and
grandmothers are undoubtedly en
gaged in taking beauty-and-youth-re
rewiug cures with years from five to
twenty-five taken from their ages.
We will record It as the result of an
effort of nature to square accounts.
The Fair Graduate.
TjOvc knows not the words
That the red lips speak.
But they win their way
To his soul in Greek.
And bloom like the rose
On the dimpled cheek!
—Frank I,. Stanton, in Atlanta C’onstltw
tlon.
Generous Donor of Bonds.
Robert H. McCarter, the well-known
New Jersey lawyer, who has been ap
pearing as counsel for the Shipyard
trust, tells this story to illustrate how
worthless the bonds of a corporation
sometimes become:
“When my father was a trustee of
Princeton college, the late John I.
Blair of Blalrstown Informed the board
of trustees that he was going to give
the college many thousands of dollars’
worth of the bonds of a new western
railroad. There was rejoicing at
Princeton. Everybody celebrated over
the gift. Then the bonds came. The
trustees discovered that the donor had
cut oft the coupons for the next fortj
years.”
Valuable Snuff Boxee.
A snuff box offered for sale at Chris
tie’s realized only a few shillings
short of £1.000. It was a Louis XVI.
oval gold box, by Jean Baptiste
Cheset, and was made in Paris in
1765. The oval medallion in the cen
ter of the cover bore an illustration
In enamel, representing girls and
youths sacrificing to Bacchus. The
exact price was £997 10s. Another
gold snufT box of the reign of Louia
XV.. made £ 120.—London Tit Bita.
BOOKS • arid
AI/T7/Q®S^j&
Rather than the exception, it is th«
rule, nowadays, for publications of ini
portance to devote more or less space
to current books and their authors
With the thought in mind that such a
department will be welcomed, this
column will hereafter appear at regu
nr intervals, giving short reviews oi
those books that should oe accorded
serious consideration.
« • •
Ruth Kimball Gardiner is the au
thor of a most delightful book for chil
dren issued by Zimmerman's, New
York, entitled “In Happy Far-Away
Land.” The volume is composed oi
twelve folk-lore tales that should ap
peal immediately to parents and teach
ers who value the delicate sensibili
ties of childhood. All requirements
of the specialist in child study seems
to have been fully anticipated in these
stories, without sacrificing the very
necessary interest or the moral. The
child of to-day will evidently relish
these tales with the same amount of
enthusiasm that children of yesterday
did the stories of the past. It 13 not
in harmony with modern practice to
teach children villainous things. “Jack
the Giant Killer” may have been a
good story for young minds, accord
ing to by-gone estimations, but meas
ured with “Princess Bo Peep," or
“The White Knight” in “In Happy
Far-Away Land,” the earlier concen
sus of opinion must have been decid
edly at fault. “In Happy Far-Away
I>and” contemplates all things from
the viewpoint of the child, but uncon
sciously teaches the lesson of work
and the beauties of nature and the
wholesomeness of living aright. This
book deserves to rank as a classic fox
little folk.
• • •
Richard Harding Davis’ novel, “Cav
tain Macklin,” although a product of
nearly a year ago, is still holding it*
own with current fiction. “Captain
Macklin” is distinctly one of the im
portant books of 1902, having a spe
cial element of vividness and personal
quality because it treats with a kind
of life with which Mr. Davis has be
come very familiar in the course of
his own diversity of experiences. Cap
tain Macklln's career carries him
Outline Sketch of "Captain Macklln."
through a South American revolution
and various other military adventures.
Macklin as a character is acknowl
edged to be one of the author’s most
fascinating heroes. As for the novel,
it is a step decidedly in advance of the
author’s most popular former stories,
and is a rich fulfilment of the promise
of increasing power conveyed in his
early work.
• • •
Willis George Emerson, emerges,
somewhat like Hopkinson Smith, from
a successful career along industrial
lines into the story telling field. Soon
after leaving college, Mr. Emerson en
listed in the movement to convert the
rattle range of Southwestern Kansas
into an agricultural paradise, and was
one of the founders of Meade, Kansas,
where the scenes of “Buell Hampton”
are laid. Since those days he has been
a lawyer, a town builder, a mine opera
tor, has built the first smelter ever
operated in the state of Wyoming, and
is now at work on tho largest aerial
tramway in the world. During all the
years that he has been engaged in
these various enterprises, his novel,
•Buell Hampton” (Forbes & Company,
Boston), has been slowly crystallizing
into the work to which the public is
giving so complimentary a greeting.
Mr. Emerson has put himself and his
varied experiences in the new regions
of the West into his book. Politics,
banking and journalism come in for a
large place in the story; while the
natural phenomena of the region—the
prairie fire, and the hot winds—are no
less vividly psrtrayed. His entire life
has been spent amid the life and
scenes he writes about, and he says
in his preface: “There is so much in
the tale that is based upon facts and
actual happenings that I hardly know
where history ceases and fiction be
gins."
The New Amsterdam Book Com
pany, New York, announce publication
of a beautifully illustrated book of
children's poems under the title of
“Lays for Little Chaps." Alfred J.
Waterhouse, the author, is a new name
In the Eastern field so long occupied
by Eugene Field and James Whitcomb
Riley. West of the Rocky Mountains,
his name is a household word, and
his verses for children are eagerly
read whenever they appear. The pres
ent volume will contain the best that
be has ever written, together with a
number entirely new to the public. i
Given Thousands by Strange Woman.
Without leaving a cluo to her iden
tity an elderly woman left a package
containing $11,110 in greenbacks at
the door of James Mealey of Schuy
lerville, N. Y., a few nights ago with
no explanation save that it was "from
a friend.” Mr. Mealey has been in
financial difficulties, and recently went
through bankruptcy, his store and
stock being sold to meet his oblige
tlona.
Try One Package.
If "Defiance Starch" does not
please you, return it to your dealer.
If it does you get one-third more for
the same money. It will give you
satisfaction, and will not stick to the
iron.
Secretary Shaw is Esthetic.
Secretary Shaw, of the treasury, has
distanced all endeavor in beautifu/
covers for reports to congress. His
annual statement was topped by an ex
quisite creation In morocco, with gilt
filigree work, as fine as the bookbind
ers of the government could supply.
The daintily prepared pages, detailing
treasury transactions and policies for
a twelvemonth, were tied up In equal
ly beautiful red ribbon with tho love
liest kind of bowknots.
ABE YOUR Cl/OTIIES EAREDf
Us® Red Cross Ball Bice aid make them
White again. Large ’i o%. package, 5 cents.
.Chances for Young Deweys.
Never in our history, in times of
peace, was there such a. chance for the
budding Paul Joneses, Deweys and
Farraguts. The academy at Annapolis
Is yawning for 307 young men who will
become the captains of oceanic war in
case we ever come to another conflict.
This is a (situation that is absolutely
unparalleled. Usually the demands on
West Point and Annapolis cannot be
accomodated, but the latter institution
wants more young men than are ap
parently available.
P!*o‘» Cur* Is the beat medicine we ever used
for all affection* of the throat and lunga.—W*t
O. Enpantr, Vanburen. Ind.. Feb. 10, 1000.
Number of School Days.
In 1840, the year in which the Unit
ed States census began to enumeratt
the number of persons that had attend
ed school the previous year, the total
amount of schooling for each inhabi
tant was 208 days, and, according tc
the census of 1850, the average amount
of schooling had increased to 420 days,
for this decade was a period of agl
tatioir’on the part of Horace Mann and
his disciples. In 1870 tho number had
reached 672 days, and in 1890 1,026
days.
Some men take what is in sight and
hustle for more.
If you don’t get the bigges? and
best it's your own fault. Defiance
3tareh is for sale everywhere and
tlwre is positively nothing to equal
it in quality or quantity.
Happiness can only come in where
it goe3 out
Edward’s Modest Daughters.
King Kdward’s three daughters
seem to be devoid of personal ambi
tion and to be quite willing that their
sister-in-law and their aunts. Helena.
Louise and Beatrice, should represent
royalty in their stead. So far from
profiting by the risk in rank which
their father’s accession gained them,
the Duchess of Fife and her sisters
prefer to stay away from functions
where they would precede Queen Vic
toria’s daughters, so it Is not often
that these illustrious ladies meet in
full state array. One parliament
opening and the coronation have seem
ed about enough for them. It is
scarcely likely that the Duke of Fife's
daughters will make royal matches,
and in all probability they will be
come British peeresses and have a far
more pleasant life than if they turned
into German princesses and had to
follow a foreign spouse to his own
country.
Irving and Oiraeli.
Fifteen years ago a rather growsome
sensation went round the Duke of
Wellington's drawing room at Strath
lieldsaye on the appearance of a dis
tinguished and expected guest (Henry
Irving). As the tail, thin, impressive
figure with the cadaverous counte
nance, seemed to totter rather than
walk across the floor to his host and
hostess, the murmur passed along, "It
is Dizzy risen from the dead.” The
likeness had, in fact, been noticed
long before by Lord Meaconsfleld him
self. Watching from Mr. Alfred Roths
child's box the play on the Lyceum
stage, the statesman, to the question
what he thought of it, replied: “It re
minds me of my own career, and in
person I should think Mr. Irving might
be taken for myself.”
What Was ItT
Frlarpolnt, Miss., Aug. 3rd.—One of
the strangest cases ever reported oc
curred here recently. The son of Mr.
O. L. Butler was very 111. The doc
tor said he had some disease of the
spinal cord, and treated him for two
months, but he grew worse all the
time, and finally the doctor told Mr.
Butler that he did not know what
was the trouble.
The boy would wake up In the night
and say that he was dying. He would
be nervous and trembling and want to
run out of the house, saying he saw
ugly things which frightened him.
His father waa very much discour
aged till one day he saw a new rem
edy called Dodd’s Kidney Pills adver
tised, and he at once bought some
and began to give them to his boy.
He used altogether eight boxes bo
fore he wt* entirely cured. He hci.
not been troubled since. Mr. Butler
says:
“I feel it my duty to tell what
Dodd’s Kidney Pills have done for my
boy. All this remedy needs Is a fair
shance and it will speak for itself.”
True merit 1* like a river; the deep
er It la the leas Boise it makes.—
Hazlitt.
