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AUBURN, "1 NEBRASKA.
OUT OF
C'lco tho s hotter, Mnry, ilarllnir;
Close ttic sluts, tuid leiivo no ornok
Put our pc .'ported starling
Iti tin1 second story back.
I'ull tho blinds ut every eicoinctit
1) vn unto the window-sill;
Tnko the poodle to tho bnsi'inent,
Tiiku htm theio ami keep hlin Htlll.
Su lithe In dull brown-linen covers
All the puilor-ftiritituio;
Till tho ook to xee hor Iovom
At tli door With uir secure.
bet im then our moiils dliirmil
In the buck loom gently down
l'ut It in i he I'dnliinn Jiniinal
'I hut "Tiio SinltlM mo out of town."
ftich.
CUIUS.
"Chris!" came
floating
faintly up
tho nioad stair-ease.
'What is it. Vnlorlo?"
Anil Chris stepped to Iho door.
"Run down to Parian's, and
.ot
some more ol that laco nulling,
please."
When Valorio Richards tacked her
"please" on last, sho always meant to
have her own way. So Chris took
down her linen ulster, and donned her
pretty shade hat, with something of a
sigh.
With tho mercury up to well, Jack
said 'twas up farther than ho could
i count tho prospect of a two miles'
walk over a hot, dusty country road
doesn't seem particularly inviting.
" You must hurry, Chris," as sho
passed the sewing-room, "for, when
Guy gets back with Keith Falconor, 1
Bhall want you to help me dioss."
So obliging; little Chris hurried. Half
way to ihe villngo sho espied a phtctou
which she instinctively knew contained
her cousin Guy and his chum, Keith
Falconer.
For tho good opinion of this latter
gentleman, whom sho had met a
low times before, sho had already con
ceived quite a respect And as
our little Chris had tho good sense
to lealie that the aforesaid good opin
ion of moit gentlemen isn't usually
heightened by tho appearanco of dusty,
red-laced heioines, sho tilted her hat
down over her face at tho lowest angle,
and. lowering her sun-umbrolla peril
ously near her nose, tried to skulk by
without be.ng recognized.
01 near-sighted, absent-minded Cous
in Guy sho had no fear, but with Mr.
Falconer it might bo diilcrent Any
way she got by, and hurried along to
Parian's, the great commercial empori
um of tho little village.
Coming back, with head aching,
blood boiling, and eyes beforo which
Tiitle black specks seemed continually
dancing, Chris conceived tho brilliant
idejv ol slipping in the back door, and
up stairs, thus avoiding observation.
Which idea sho immediately put into
execution.
Now it so happened that Keith Fal
coner, catching sight of tho little dusty
figure slowly entering tho sido gate, be
came suddenly convinced of tho neces
sity of sohing in his own mind its
identity with that of a certain other
littlo dusty figure which had crossed his
lino of vision something mora than an
hour since.
Making his excuses to tho ladies, ho
stepped la.ily out through tho long
French window to tho piazza. Once
out of sight ho quickened his paco till
ho readied tho back door, which stood
invitingly open. A grape-vine grew con
icniently near, and, inwardly blessing
the hand that planted it, Mr. Falconer
ensconced himself comfoitably in its
shade.
Chris, coming slowly up through tho
shrubberies, had not soon this littlo
stiatcgotic by-ploy. But raising her
eyes sho becamo attracted by a much
more vigorous and expressive panto
mime Valorio at ono ol the open win
dows waving her hand furiously, beck
oning her to hurry.
Obeying this mandate, Chris started
toiun; a projecting root caught tho too
of her boot, and she fell heavily to tho
earth.
In an instant Keith Falconor was by
her sido; in another, had raised her
slight form, and, supporting hor with
his stiong arm, inquired anxiously if
she was hurt.
"Nothat is Oh, I don't know!"
was hor frightened and bewildered ro-
piy.
Then, of a sudden, sho burst into
tears, and darted into the house.
Perhaps if Miss Valorio Richards had
been awaro that tho sowing-room win
dow was directly above tho nforc-inon-tioned
grape-vino, behind which Mr.
Falconer had again seated himself, with
o somewhat disturbed countenance, tho
f rooting sho gavo Chris might have
eon a tritlo less shrill; her Koy-noto
pitched a trillo lower.
As it was, tho young man's reflec
tions, pleasant or otherwise, wcro some
what abruptly cheeked by:
" Where under tho sun havo you been
all this timo? Hero Watkins has been
waiting a wholo half-hour for that laco,
and wo bogan to think vou woro waiting
for Parian to send to Now York for it!
Hurry now and help her get it on, for
you'll hao to do my hair in an hour.
Do for goodness' sake got rid of thoso
red oyes, for vou'vo got to play Una
ovoning, if " b l J
Then Mr. Falconer, with a curious lit
is smilo on his face, loft his rotreat, and
retraced his steps to tho piazza.
Chris, coming out of tho sowing-room,
inot Jack In tho upper hall. Jack, bo it
known, was tho only real, " trne-bluo "
friend that Chris had in tho wholo Rich
ards family. Undo Richards was too
much immersed in business: Auut Rich-
ards too much engrossed in (jotting- a
rich husband for lior daughter; and
tho aforesaid ilmirhtcr Valerie -too
much taken up with the samo idea.
Absent-minded, book-loving- Cousin
Guv knew there was a " Chris," for ho
had occasionally noticed that industri
ous young person dusting his books, and
ho had a vaguo idea that she always put
his dressing-gown and slippers in tho
right place. If questioned about her,
however, I doubt if ho could havo told
whether she were eight or eighteen.
So in all "tho wide, wido world
"Chris reckoned only Jack as her ono
friend and admirer.
" What is it, Chris? Has Vtil been
nagging again P" as ho noticed her red
eyes, Hushed cheeks ami weary step.
"Oh, no, Jack," hastily, "it isn't
anything."
"Well, but it's somethino;! You
wouldn't look all fagged
out for noth-
ing," ho porsisted.
"lonly sotii little tired walking,
she answered, evasively.
"Needn't tell mo that!"
and ho
snapped his lingers derisively. " Or, if
you did, Vol had a linger in tho pie
some how. I'd like to see a pie sho
didn't havo a linger in," ho mutters.
"Come, Chrissie, toll a fellow all about
it," ho added, suddenly changing his
lone.
And Chrissio docs "tell a follow all
about it."
Sympathetic Jack listens, part of tho
timo giving an imaginary Valerie a
piece of his mind, and then, in imagina
tion, shaking hands admiringly with
Keith Falconer.
Chris remembers horsolf with a start.
" 0 Jack, I must help Watkins now,"
and leaves him.
"Yes," lie mutters, wrathfully, "walk
two miles in tho blazing sun, help Wat
kins till tea-time, then rig out Vol, and
afterward ploy quadrilles for tho rest to
dance two or tin co Hours: i don t seo
what in thundor'makos girls so hateful
to each other."
Jack had no idea of being piofano,
but ho was of tho opinion that it took
strong words to express strong indigna
tion. That evening Miss Valeiio Richards
found Keith Falconer rather more in
dill'erent to her charms than was alto
gether pleasing to that young lady. To
all her witty remarks he seemed insensi
ble, and was once rude enough to inter
rupt a brilliant sally with:
"A' n't wo to havo the pleasure of see
ing your cousin this evening?"
"My cousin?" sho asked, arching her
jetty brows in well-simulated surpriso.
"I beg your pardon," ' ho answered,
"I had relercnco to Miss Eustace."
"O, you mean Chris! Why, I no
mora think of calling her cousin than I
would Watkins, my maid. Her father
was only papa's half-brother tiny way,
and wo'ro only keeping her till sho can
got a better chance."
"Indeed!"
And tho gentleman nodded rather too
sillily to 1)0 entirely gallant, it must bo
confessed.
A slight movement behind caused
both to turn. Chris, with a iiorco little
Hush on cither cheek, stood waiting for
thorn to stand "asido that sho inight
pass.
" Oh, is it you?"
Miss Valerie didn't euro to conceal a
certain scorulul emphasis.
" l'ardou inn!" exclaimed Falconor,
much disturbed, for ho know sho must
have heard that unkind remark a mo
ment before. But ho managed to
possess himself of tho roll of musio,
and, notwithstanding Miss Valerie's
ill-concealed disgust at this proceeding,
accompanied poor littlo Chris to tho
piano. There, although lib" exerted
himself to tho utmost to bo agreeable
and no ono could bo more so when ho
choose ho could not altogether banish
tho cloud from tho pretty faeo, or tho
pained look Irom tho louder brown
eyes.
Moro than onco ho looked up to soo
sudden tears kept back by a great ef
fort, and perhaps this lact, together
with a strong personal interest,
made him more devoted and tenderly
solicitous for tho weltare of his littlo
protvgu. than suited tho lair Valerie.
Bo that as it may, sho faiily ground
her teeth in rage, as Keith Falconer
stood turning Chris' music, and once,
when ho capped tho climax by bringing
her an ice, ,)ack, who was peeping in
tho window, was afterward heard to de
clare: "Val was so tcarin' mad, sho shook
hor list at the wholo caboodle of 'em!"
"Caboodle" was a word all Jack's
own, coined for tho occasion.
After that quadrille ho took her out
to walk on the piazza in tho delicious
moonlight, and made himself so pleas
ing, talking with her so kindly and
gently, and insisting upon arranging
tho fleecy Shetland shawl about her
shoulders to suit himself, that poor,
foolish Chris half wished that this
moonlight walk might last forever, and
tho morrow of which sho had such pain
ful forebodings never come.
The next morning Chris did not ap
pear, and Aunt Richards commented
sovorely, in a general sort of way, about
pooplo who would go wandering about
moonlight evenings. "If ono was so
imprudent, ono must expect to bo sick,"
and so forth.
Valorio said very littlo. but that littlo
was so decidedly tinged with acidity no
ono wanted more.
Keith Falconor folt uncomfortably
culprit-like, just as they intended ho
should; but, contrary to their expecta
tions, ho understood precisely with
whom ho had to deal. Besidos, ho had a
certain little scheme in his own mind,
which he meant, in a quietly determined
way peculiar to himself, to carry out.
Therefore his manner was urbanity it
self, and ho seemed so delightfully easy
and indilfercnt no ono would imagine
that ho ever took moonlight walks or
know of any ouo who did.
Meantlmo, whilo ono of tho offenders
was pouring oil upon tho troubled wa
ters below, tho other, in a littlo cham
ber up three lllghts, was industriously
fashioning palo-bluo satin bows for o
white muslin dress of Valerie's.
Nothing had been said to her about
last night's escapade, and Chris folt al
most blissfully happy, ovon though sho
had been working since daylight, and
tho memory of the unkind words of tho
evening beforo would sometimes thrust
itself upon hor.
Valerie hadcomoin early, and ordered
the dress linfshod for tho lawn patty
that afternoon. And Chris, singing
littlo snatches of song, worked away
for dear life, never wondering in tho
least when Valeric informed her briskly
that probably sho wouldn't havo timo to
finish tho dross otherwise, and sho
needn't como down to breokfast. Wat
kins brought it up to her pooh; and to
ward noon Jack appeared w ith a mys
terious white-tissue-paper parcel.
"How's this?" ho remaiked, trying
to appear careless and indifferent, and
making a sublime failure, throwing tho
parcel mto a chair.
A beautiful pale-pink sash, which
Chris had long coveted at Parian's,
greeted her delighted vision.
" O Jack I dear Jack, is it for mo P "
sho askoil, hugging him rapturously.
"Of course it's lor you ; how'd 1 look
with it r.n?" receiving her caresses
witli good-natured patience. "Now
try it on, and seo how it looks."
So it was tried on, and tied, and
looped, and bowed in ovcry oonooivn
blo shape, admired by Chris and oriti
eisod by Jack, who wound up with :
"I'll bet two cents you'll look better' n
tho wholo kit of 'em this aftoinoon!"
Soqn after, ho took his departure, and
met Valerie on tho stairs just going up
to Chris's room.
Whether a good or ovil genius took
possession of tho boy at this moment
Mis impossible to relate, but ho tiptoed
softly back to tho door, and applying
his ear to tho key-hole, listened dil
igently. An hour afterward, Keith Falconer,
returning from a gloomy and unsuc
cessful lishing expedition Guy was
busy on some critical review or other,
and couldn't accompany him saw tho
lad seated at tho foot of tho long
avenue of oaks near tho road.
A fierce frown disfigured the usually
frank, boyish face, and his lips were
compressed in a manner not altogether
in keeping with his youth.
"Mr. lalconor, I should liko to speak
with you," ho began, abruptly.
" Very well, my boy, what is it?"
Koitli asked, encouragingly.
"It's about Val and" after a mo
ment's pause, "and Chris."
" Ah!"
Keith's faco suddenly glowed with in
terest. "I suppose it scorns sort of mean to
you for a fellow to bo down on his own
sister and 1 hate being a tell-tale, too
but when a girl tells such llos as Val
told Chris tins morning, about things
you said at breakfast, which I know you
never said; and twits her about trying
to attract a gentleman's attention, who
doesn't care a straw for her, and who's
just tho samo as engaged to somebody
olso; and orders hor not to stir out of
hor room until after this gontlemon has
gone; and stamps all over hor now
sash which somebody has just given
her"
Here, Jack's lip quivers, ondho pausos
a moment.
" Did your sister say all this lo Miss
Chrislabcl?" Falconer asks, gravely.
" Yes, she did." answered. Jack, reck
lessly, "tor I listened! I know that's
mean, too, but I don't care. And sho
made ma believe Chris was sick with a
cold and couldn't come down, when all
the timo sho was wot king on an old
white gown of Vol's, and now she's cry
ing. And Jack breaks down again.
For o few moments Mr. Falconor
looks deeply thoughtful, then takes a
sudden resolution, and makes a con
fidant of Jack.
Tho lawn party passes oil' pleasantly,
and Valorio nionouncos it a success.
From some distant shrubbery, Jack
alternately glares at her, smiles on
Keith Falconer, and then executes a
war-danco lor his own private delecta
tion. Of course Miss Valerio knows nothing
of all this, and Mr. Falconor is so amia
bly polite, and seems so sublimely
indilloront to the fact of Chris's absence,
that this ambitious maiden confessed to
horsolf that night, in tho solitudo of her
own chamber, that she must havo been
0 littlo precipitate in supposing ho
would caio for a littlo chit hko Chris.
"But after all 'twas just as well to
bo on tho safe sido ; men do tako queer
fancies sometimes ! Of courso any
such affair is safely nipped in tho bud
now I "
And this self-satisfied "nippor"
crept smilingly to bod, whero sho slopt
the sleep of tho just all night.
Tho next morning after all tho family
except Chris and Uncle Richards had
assembled in tho bioakfast-rooni, Fal
coner lot ily tho bomb-shell straight
into tho enemy's camp !
"Jack, will you bo kind enough to
osk Miss Christobel to stop into tho
bicakfast-room for a few moments P I
shall bo obliged to return to the city to
day, on tho next train, if possible, and
1 sliould liko to speak with her boforo
I go."
In tho consternation and surpriso
elicited by tho information that ho wos
to leave so soon, the oddity of his re
quest passed unnoticed. All were clam
orous for him to remain, but, during
Jack's absence, ho contrived to impress
upon them tho fact that urgont business,
whoso uatuio ho could moro fully ex
plain in a short time, icquired his im
mediate presence.
The numerous regrets were interrupt
ed by the entrance of Chris, whoso polo
faco, dull, drooping eyes, and woary,
listless step, formed a strong contrast to
Jack, coming in behind hor with an ex
uberant appearanco suggestive of walk
ing on air.
Mr. Falconer turnod to hor instant
ly, leaving Valorio in tho midst of a
very pretty, pleading request that ho
remain.
"Miss Christobel, pardon me if what
I havo to say seems abrupt or prema
tura to you, but, indeed, I feel that I
may havo already waited too long! I
believe tho strongest feeling of my life
to bo my love for you, and I cannot
leave without asking vou to accompany
me as my wife. Wilt you go?"
The brown oyes, (trooping boforo,
were wide-open enough now, at this
strange wooing, with a pleading, holf
bejvildercd look, scanning tho laces of
the littlo group assembled in tho room.
Aunt Richards and Cousin Guy ex
pressed genuine surprise; Jack, beam
ing with delight, wos clapping his hands
softly; and Valerio one glance at her
holf-averted faeo, and tho contemptu
ous, scornful curve of her Up, was stilll
elent. Willi a sudden graceful accession
of dignity, Chris hold out ono mito of a
handT
"1 will go," she said, quietly.
V God bless you, my darling!"
And Keith lalconor drew tho tremb
ling littlo figure close to his own broad
breast, aim gently stroked tho rough
curls.
In his great happiness not much room
was left lor unkind thoughts or harsh
words, but ho couldn't resist tho temp
tation of a patting shot.
'Your uncle gavo his consent tills
morning, and tliptigh, in Miss Valerio's
estimation, this may not prove a better
chance, God willing, you shall never re
gret tho change." lialloiCs Magazine.
Painting Houses.
In going through tho country, thooyo
is wearied by tho steady succession of
white houses, usually with green hlimlsj
and red chimneys. 'Why wo seo so few
houses of other colors, I am uuablo to
say. Perhaps white is adhered to from
forco of habit. A house so dazzling in
its whiteness that it could bo seen from
anywliero within a goodly circle of
miles, liko a white spot in a green map,
was our fathers' highest idea of bounty.
Wo became used to seeing what thoy
thought was paiticularlyfine, and whou
wo eamo to build houses of our own, we
quite naturally did as our fathers did
The consequence is that white houses
glare at us everywhere wo go. If thoy
ate toned down with trees and vines,
tho oflect is not so bad, but I can con
coive of no moro self-assertinir and dis
agreeable feature in a landscape than a
great white liou.se, standing in an open
yard, unless it is o red ono. In summer
tho contrast between a white liouso and
tho landscapo is too strong. In winter
there is nono.
Beforo painting a hnuso, wo should
study tlio landscapo about it, and do
cido on a color that will bo in harmony
with it. Wo do not want a green house.
I do not mean that when I say we
should select a color in harmony, hut I
mean a color that is in contrast with the
prevailing tints of tho landscape, and
docs not conflict with them. 'I hero is
no reason why two hainiouiing colors
should not bo in complete contrast with
eaeh other. A gieat many pooplo get
the idea that harmony of color means
similarity, and that contrast means con
flict. This is not tho case. Drab and
bluo contrast strongly with each othor,
but theio is complete harmony between
them.
For country houses I would ndviso for
open, exposed places, a pale gray, oi
drab. Thoio aie complaints made fre
quently that dial) looks cold. It con
not look colder than white does, and
theio is no reason why it should look
cold at all, if proper caio is taken tc
havo tho trimmings of the liouso ol
some warm, cheerful color. 1 know a
drab house with deep, warm-toned
brown cornice and blinds, with plentj
of vines clambering up it to break tho
monotony of the surlace between the
windows, and it is ono of tho warmost
looking houses I know of. In tho Hum
mer it is refieshing to look at it. It
does not pain tho eyes with its glare. It
does not assert itself tho moment you
roach the top of tho hill and como
within sight ol it. A white liouso would
draw your attention at onco; and no
matter how you might try to look at
something else, tho white blotch on tho
landscape would leave its impression in
your eve, and you could not help seeing
it. This gray house seems part of tho
landscapo. Its colors blend well with
tho green above it. There oro no largo
trees around it, but thoro aro vines, and
the general effect in summer is cool and
subdued, and in wintor it givos o sense
of warmth and comfort. Why it gives
a sensation of warmth at ono season
and of coolness at another, is oxplainod
by the fact that summer is o season of
high, bright colors, and tho drab is in n
lower tono of color than those prevail
ing in the landscape. Winter is o sea
sou of but little color, and then drab, in
contrast with tho snow-covered earth,
becomes cheerful, and tho dcop-toned
trimmings, which should bo soon on
every liouso painted in drabs or grays,
givo a sense of warmth which they
would not havo in summer when
all about it is in high, decided tones.
I am glad that wo soo fewer new
houses painted whito now than for
merly. Tho tasto of tho pooplo is being
educated to a moro correct knowlcdgo
of what is fitting and appropriate In
timo to como wo shall seo few whito
houses, and no bright red barns to givo
us a sense of intense hoot and conse
quent bodily discomfort on a summer
day, when wo aro trying to koop cool.
K. E. JlcxJ'ord, tn American Agri
culturist. i
A young woman of Mansfiold, Mo.,
wears her hair seven feet long.
KKI.IMOUS AND r.MJCATIONAL.
Tho Kaiser-Willielm, tho youngost
of Gcrmnu universities, has 101 prolos
sors, 826 students, and a library of 625,
000 volumes.
Miss Louisa Howard, of Burlington,
Vt,. lias given $5,000 to the University
of Vermont, for the establishment of
live scholarships, to lie known by hor
nanio. N. Y. I'ost.
Tho woman's sulfrago organ in
Portland, Ore., gives much credit (o tho
irirls in tho pubfio schools of that city
for their success in winning all of tho
four medals offered by Mayor Thomp
son to tho host readers.
A religious paper in tho for West
says that since tho revised version of tho
New Testament has taken " hell" out
of several passages, and " fool" out of
several others, many people aro taking
moro comfort in reading tho Scriptures
thou thoy ever did before. ,
Tho Now Yoik Times, in o Bixtoon
column article showing the progress of
reliirious denominations in tfiatcltv bo.
tweon 1816 and 18S2, shows that while
the population has inci eased 225 per
cent., tho totol Protestant church mem
bership increased but 7(5 per cent.,
while tho Catholic Church membership
increased 1)00 per cent., or from 60,000
to 600,000.
Tho Board of Foreign Missions of
tho Presbyterian Church hovo appro
priated for the year 1882, and to May L
of 18811, the sum of !?G 10,000. Since tho
j ear 18HIJ tho Board lias received in gifts
and legacies 10, I'Jd.MO, and tho en
tire sum hits been used in missionary
work. Thirty new missionaries oro
being sent out by the Board this year.
Christian I'liion.
Tho Methodist ministers of Provi
dence, 11. I., recently discussed the sub
ject of ordaining women. Tho disci
pline of the church requites ns qualifi
cations for ordination "gifts, grace and
usefulness," and it was urged that tho
unwritten law required the candidate
should be of the masculine gender. Dr.
Talbot, the piesiding elder, said ho did
not object so much to their pronehing,
but there were other things involved
which thoy could not do; and ono of
those was to bapti.o by immersion.
Siib'holicii Iinlead of Siberia.
The Novoc I'ronia, which is usually
well informed in administrative matters,
states in a leading article that the Rus
sian Government is actively engaged
discussing a project for abolishing o.xilo
to Siberia. This may seem an untrust
worthy rumor lo persons unacquainted
witli Hussion progress, nut it is, in ot
fect, altogether in harmony with tho
tendonoy both of tho Russian Govern
ment and people to givo over treating
Siberia as a huge Botany Bay, and mnko
use of it as o colonial adjunct, liko Can
ada or Australia. Of courso o place
must still bojound for the 110,000 exiles
who oro deported from European Rus
sia every year, and hero tho iccent an
nexation of Saghalion comes in handy
to play in tho North Pacific the role that
Now Caledonia plays in behalf of tho
French "in tho South Pacilic Ocean.
Should tho island become over-crowded,
as it would very likely bo in courso
of time, unless the stream of exiles di
minished, a socond penal settlement
could bo formed in the inhospitable
wilds of Novoo Zcmlia, whero o Russian
googiophor hos recently demonstrated
tho winters to bo not so bad as usual
ly represented. Whether this bo so
or not, or whether Novoo Zomlin.
will over succeed Saghalion, it
seems to be tolerably ceilniu that
beforo long the indiscriminate distribu
tion of exiles over the longl hand breadth
of Siberia will undergo a thoiough over
hauling. At present, exiles oro shot
over the Urals into Asia in o most pro
miscuous manner, scarcely o third re
maining in tho districts assigned to
them, and a large proportion wandering
about the country liko vagrants. In u
word, in most essentials the deportation
of non-political convicts is simply osort
of enforced colonization, with o sufll
ciout grout from the State to keep tho
exiles from actual starvation. This in
trusion of o needy criminal element has
always been a grievance to the regular
Siberians, and has been unanimously re
garded by Russian statesmen as tho
piincipal cause of tho stunted growtli of
tho country during its BOO years' exist
once under Russian rule. Now that iho
European railway systoni penetrates bo
vond tho Urals, and tho province o.
Tobolsk has been placed on tho samo
homo administrative footing as St.
1'otoisburg or Moscow, tho deportation
of exiles, to Western Siberia at least,
has become an anomaly; and of tho two
they would bo kept in hand better in tho
Island Soghalien than in the eastern sec
tion of that great appanage of tho Rus
sian Empire. London Globe.
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Turks and High Schools.
I wasted," said on old Turk, "ton
years of my life in ono of tho high
schools. In consequonco of this I know
nothing. Hod I gone to tho schools of
tho Softas I might havo becomo a great
teacher. A high school teaches noth
ing that pcoplo want to know. For
instanco, thoy teach botany. Thoy
spond weeks in explaining to a young
man that a roso is o rose! hot earth
ly uso is that to any ono? If o man
knows a roso when ho sees it, ho knows
it without having learned it in a book.
If ho does not know that it is o roso, no
book will over make him euro to know,
what it is. High schools nevor did good
to any body in this country." Tho
Turk was portly right. As in every
thing else, so in education, tho methods
adopted by tho Turks oro moro apish
imitations of what is found in Europe,
and always remain unmeaning forms,
of exorcise, u weariness to both teacher
and scholar." Turkish Life in War.
UimesuJ)wight.
