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CISSY'S BUSINESS VENTURE.
Thf. tall young man nt the dcslc by
Uie big wlnddw looked up with n start.
There wns Eorriethlng strnngely fa
mlllar about the little figure In the
doorway. He arose hurriedly from his
"Why, It's Cissy," he cried, and
stepped forward. The child's figure
.swayed toward him and he caught it In
"Gcorgo Henderson," a tired llttlo
voice panted, "why don't you lUo up
to heaven and be done with It?"
"What Is It, Cissy?" cried thu young
man, as ho placed the child In the great
padUed chair In the corner and un
loosened her big hat and anxiously
looked her over.
"It's these eight fights o stairs.
Oeorge," the faint vblec panted. "But
I'm all right. Just gimme time to get
"Gracious, Cissy, did you walk up?"
The tired head weakly nodded.
She was n slender girl of perhnp3
a dozen years. Her features were prom,
inent, her eyes keen, her chin aggres
sive. Her light hair was brushed
tightly back from her fu:, and t.Ma
emphasized the sharpness o, her fu
tures and her look. She nras vt.y
neatly dressed, and under one ana
cairied two handsomely bound book".
"Why In tlio world didn't you tako
the elevator, Cissy?"
Her breath was coming back now,
and she smiled up at the young mai
and lifted ono eyebrow In a w hlmslcal
"I'll tell you. Giorge," she answered,
"'I went Into the vcst?bool, wty down
by the sidewalk, you know, ond 1 was
Just goln to step Into tho tlevator
when the fresh kid in brass buttons
that runs It pointed to n sign on tho
-wall. While I was readln' It he runncd
the elevator up. You know tho sign.
Jt'8 the one that says, 'No book
agents, peddlers, nor dogs allowed in
this building.' I read it and walked
"But I don't ceo " began tho puz
zled young man.
"George Henderson," cried the girl,
"don't you look at me as if you
thought I took myself for a dog! I'm
a book agent."
"A book agent, Cissy Jayne?"
"Yes, a book agent, Georgle Hender
son; Is there anything the matter with
my being a book agent?"
"Certainly not," laughed tho young
man. "It's an ancient and honorable
profession, even it a rude and unap-
SHE AIN'T BERN HAPPY A MIN
UTE SINCE YOU QUAIlItELED.
prcclatlve Janitor docs classify it with
peddlers and dogs. But how did you
happen to adopt it?"
The girl scowled at him.
"See hero, Georgle Porgle," she
snapped, "don't you give me any of
your Harvurd talk. Kindergarten
words is good enough for me. I'm a
book agent 'cause dad put it in my
liead. At the table yesterday ho got
mad at me and said I had brass enough
for a hook agent. 'Do you think I'd
make a good book agent, dad?' says I.
'It's Just what you're fitted for, he
growled. And so this noon I picked two
books of mine from tho big bookcaso
and started out."
"See here, Cissy Jayne," cried tho
young man, "you don't mean to say
that you came all the way downtown
alone? How did you do it?"
"With a nickel and a transfer," glg
led tho child.
"And your father, and and Miss
Ethel don't know where you are?"
"No, they don't."
"I'll telephone to them at once," said
the young man, as he turned toward
"Don't you do it," cried tho child.
"Papa Jayne Is downtown at his ofllco
and of course huBn't missed me, and
Sister Ethel Is out to luncheon with
Mame Oliver and she won't miss me
until she comes back. An' now let me
ask your 'tentlon to these nice books.
They aro very choice. One is 'Little
"Women,' by the author of 'Little Men,'
an' tho other is 'Little Men' by
the same author. They are nice
moral books. There are pltchoors in
them. Leramo put down your namo
"Good," cried George Henderson,
"very good. Your father was qulto
right. You havo found your profes
sion and you are miro to rUe in it."
"Haven't I already come up eight
. stories," laughed the child. Then sho
quickly added: "Do you take tho
"I have so many books now,"
laughed the young man.
'You'd better take them," said tho
child; "l'vo got something to Bay to
you about Sister Ethel."
The young man started.
"I'll tell you what I'll do, Cissy," ho
said, "I'll take them on approval."
"It means that I'll tako them and
look them over," replied the young
maD, "and if I like thorn I'll keep them
and pay you for them. If I don't like
them I'll return them to you."
"Is Uut straight, Ocoria?"
"Certainly. Besides, Cissy, you knrw
tho elevator boy can't keep you out If
you" haven't the books with you."
"All tht, George. I'll trust you."
"And now, Cissy, what have you to
say to me about Ethel?"
But tho child Kad perched herself on
tho broad window sill, looking down
on tho public square, and was softly
humming, "Hullo, My Baby." She paid
no attention to George's Inquiry.
George looked at her curiously.
"Cissy," ho said, "how would you
like n heaping plato of ice cream?"
The child nodded, but did not cease
her tune. Gcorgo smiled and glnnccd
at his watch.
"Clesy," he said, "what do you say
to getting the heaping plate of tco
cream and then going over to tho ma
tinee of 'Jack and the Beanstock?' "
Cissy looked around quickly.
"Honest?" she cried. George nod
ded. She sprang from the window sill.
"You're a darling," silo murmured,
and snatched up her hat.
"Plenty of time," said George. "You
were going to tell mo something, you
"Yes," assented Cissy, "I know. It's
"It's ubout Ethel," softly repeated
"Well," said Cissy, "sho ain't been
happy a mlnuto sinco you quarreled
"I didn't quarrel with her," protested
"Well, I heard some of it," said
Cissy, "and even if Ethel Is my sister
I don't think you ought to put all tho
blamo on ucr. She felt awful bad
about It. I slept with her that night,
'cause Aunt Laura come to see us, ond
I heaid her crying. An' yesterday
well, you know there's a basket of
photographs on the piano, and ma ex
pects me to keep the piano dusted, an'
sometimes I forget It, and I sneaked
In tho parlor and there was Ethel look
ing at your photograph, an' when sho
saw me sho shoved it In tho pile and
walked away, an' I looked on tho top
of the piano an' there was four big tear
drops in the dust. Say, what was It
you quarreled about Annie Pleasant
on?" "I believe her name was mentioned,"
snld George. "Somebody told Ethel
that they saw you and Annie riding to
gether In t,he park, didn't they?"
"I believe so," admitted George.
"Yes," cald Cissy calmly, "that was
"You told her that?" cried George.
"Yes," said Cissy, sweetly, "I told
her. She wouldn't let mo wear her
second best hat."
George looked black for a moment,
then his face cleared. He turned
abruptly and stepped to the 'phono.
"E. 7301 L," he called.
"Knows It by heart," murmured
"Is Miss Ethel there?" Inquired
George. "Yes, I wish to speak to her."
"George," cried Cissy, "don't you for
get that the girl at the exchange is lis
tenin' to every word you say."
"Is that you, Ethel?" inquired
George at the 'phone. "Yes, It's Georgo.
1 wanted to tell you that Cissy is here
with me. Yes, she's all right, and
I hopo you didn't worry much.
Yes. She came on business. She had
a little confession to make."
"Georgo Henderson!" cried Cissy.
"I will explain it all to you when I
come up. Yes, I'm coming to dinner If
you will let me. Cissy Is going with
me to a matlneo and then we'll come
up together. What's that? Cissy Isn't
dressed to go anywhere? Why, I fancy
she's got on her best clothes."
"Much you know about it," snorted
"Anyway, sho Is looking charming."
"Ring off!" cried Cissy.
"I I think that's all until we meet
good-by," and Ge6rge reluctantly
"If I hadn't been here," said Cissy,
"you'd havo most likely melted that
"All ready?" queried the smiling
George as he took up his bat.
"All ready," said Cissy, with great
alacrity. "And my stock the books,
"I'll tako care of them," said George.
"Two more excuses for coming up,"
"Come along," cried George. W. It.
Rose in Cleveland Plain Dealer.
From tho Wasnlngton Post: A dele
gation of ropresentatlvo citizens of
Washington called at tho white house
one day last week, as many delegations
do, to lay before tho president the mer
its and claims of a certain aspirant for
ofllce, and to urge upon tho chief exec
utive the desirability of his appoint
ment. As tho several gentlemen In tho
party were Introduced, tho president
greeted them cordially, and had some
thing pleasant to say to all. Some of
them he had met before and remem
bered, while others woro strangers to
him. Several In tho line had been pre
sented, when a certain merchant, well
known and highly esteemed, wns
reached. The president immediately
recognized him, and said, as ho grasped
his, hand warmly: "Yes, I remember
you very distinctly, Mr. X. I recall
when I was a member of congress I
purchased a number of suits of cloth
ing at your establishment. And I also
recollect," continued tho president,
Eml.lngly, "that It was necessary for
me to climb thrco or four flights of
stalra to rejeh your tailoring depart
ment." "Ah, Mr. President," ex
claimed tho Tierohant, quick to mako
tho most of the situation, "you should
come to see us again. Now wo have
The 1'robablo Iteninn.
A schoolmtstor recently informed an
anxious mother thnt her sons were so
thoroughly disciplined that they were
as quiet and orderly as the very chairs
in Ihe schoolroom. It was probably
because they were caned.
THE PERFUMED WOMAN.
II Uora Into llartndee Ovur Ucr
"I obsorve," said a coarso, brutal
man who doesn't know tho difference
between 'the higher and nobler' and a
load of ash coal, according to tho
Washington Post, "that the advertising
ends of this month's magazines aro
publishing a testimonial as to the mer
its of n certain brand of toilet soap,
written by one of the ladles who has
been doing her llttlo bit during tho
last half century toward securing the
frauchlso for woman. Her plcturo Is
run In with the ad and her testimonial
Is surely a heap fulsome for a volun
tary contribution. In tho course of
her remarks sho eayii, 'I abhor a per
fumed woman.' It Is to tako a short,
Jerky biff at this remark that I cmorgo
from my cave and leap Into the fracas.
I lovo a perfumed woman. 1 think a
perfumed woman Is tho real thing In
femininity tho daintily perfumed
woman, who, when sho Bwlshes by
you, has something about her that
makes you vaguely remember the old
honeysucklo covered porch that you
knew n quarter of a century ago; who
carries with her tho suggestion of
nsphodcllan dales and starlit moadowB.
It Isn't particularly because of tho
elusive, hop-smoky, garden-of D.iphno
fragrance that tho perfumed woman
daintily emits that I think she's tho
ouo and only real thing In long drap
eries. It's because she typifies the fem
lnlno woman. GImmo n lyre, or n
harp, or a fuglchorn, or a kazoo any
old thing that I may bIiig tho praises
and tho glories of tho feminine wom
an! She was here In tho world's cr.rly
dawn, and she's going to bo right hero
alongsldo of us when we're having
$2.48 round trip excursions to Mars!
It's becauso she's foralnlno that Bho's
adorable! It's becauso every once in
awhile sho gets her work dono early
so sho can 'go upstairs and havo a
good cry;' It's because she crushes us
Into pulp with her 'becauso'; It's be
causo she admits our premises and de
nies our conclusions; It's becauso
sho'll begin to purse her lips for baby
talk when she sees an Infant a block
away; it's because sho Iovcb rosea sad
laccy things and only $2 per pound
candy; It's because sho gives us the
reproachful cyo when we ought to bo
sewed up In a blanket and clubbed; It's
becauso she'll dig and delve and
scrape and scrap for her husband and
her little ones until icy stalactites
hang. from the roof of Gehenna; It's
because she dabs her eyes with a little
wad of moucholr until her noso is red
when she sees real human suffering;
It's Just because she's feminine, Bill,
and therefore such a denied big sight
better than wo arc, that she had us on
the lope and plum loco over her ever
since tho days of the HyksoB kings of
Egypt! GImmo a lute that I may chant
of the physical, mental, moral and
spiritual loveliness of tho perfumed,
who Is also the feminine woman! May
sho be with us until the grand bust up
of all things!"
CHINAMEN FEED THEIR DEAD.
Curloui Cuitom of tho Oriental! That
la Obaerved Twice m Year.
Twice a year, In tho first week of
April and October, tho Chinese feed
their dead. They think that once their
friends and relatives leave this mortal
coll they ought to stay away from this
world, and to prevent their return
they faithfully transmit to them all
the necessaries of life. It has been
discovered by oriental wisdom that the
way to transmit servants, songs,
plays, books and money Is to manu
facture them In paper and burn them.
But actual eatables must be cnrrl'd
to the grave. The Chinese are not
stingy, and wagon loads of roasted
chickens, pigs, ducks, various sweet
meats and fruits aro taken to tho cem
eteries. The food Is piled before ca-.
grave, amid burning red, carrot-shapei
candles and Joss sticks. Then the liv
ing prostrate themselves before the
dead and beg them to rise up and en
Joy themselves. Chinese wines are
then sprinkled liberally over the
graves, whllo some graves recelvo
boxes of cigars and packages of cigar
ettes. But you must not suppose that
the eatables are left on the graves.
Oh, no! That would bo throwing too
much temptnfjon In the way of hea
then tramps. In about two hours it Is
believed that the ghosts got the es
sence of the eatables conveyed to them,
and then the devotees gather up tho
offerings arid carry them home again
to feed their own material bodies.
But the cigars and cigarettes are
burned on the graves.
To Clean Dlamonria.
Just at this season, when the world
Is full of brides, and sunbursts and
stars and other dazzling "gifts of the
groom" seem as common as plain gold
wedding rings, a hint on how to clean
diamonds artfully may not como amiss.
The stones should first be washed In
warm water and yellow soapsuds, with
a small but not too hard brush. Rinse
and dry them carefully with a soft
cloth or silk handkerchief, and put
them Into a box containing boxwood
dust. Movo them about In this for
some time until they seem perfectly
dry, free them from tho powder and
polish with tissue paper.
A Queer Lot.
Stranger I havo heard that you
havo a good many queer people In this
town. Citizen As odd a lot as you'd
find in a year's travel. They aro a
queer set, the wholo of 'em, outside my
family. And my wife Is almost aa bad
as the others; but then, you know, she
wasn't originally of my famiy. Boston
The heir to tho Russian throne is
said to be a good shot, but this will
not be as useful In his future business
as to bo a poor target.
GJIEAT IS BELFAST.
It Ilim Fle nr tho I.trgeat Thine of
Their Kln.l In the World The lllggeat
Rhlpjurtl nml tlio HlgReat Hliln Linen
ml Uthor Imluetrle. Q
Mr. W. J. Gordon takes as tho sub
ject for ono of his charming city
sketches In the September number of
the Lclsuro Hour the port of Belfast.
He frankly confesses thnt It Is a much
better plnco than ho expected "In theso
days of unscrupulous advertisement."
Belfast, studding on laud mostly won
from the water, and on a harbor which
Is artificial for miles, Is "tho largost
and most progressive town In Ireland,
numbering a third of a million Inhabi
tants, and extending and Improving
yearly." Comparing It with other
towns', Mr. Gordon saa: "It la in a
better position, with better surround
ings than most; It has no particularly
brilliant architecture, but nothing con
spicuously monotonous or bad; of
churches or chapels It has n hundred
and fifty, of which pcrhnps half n doz
en are romembcrablo for their good
features, but there Is uo center, noth
ing that dominates tho crowd of spires
nnd chimneys, which perhaps may he
dono by tho city buildings now rising
on the site of tho old Linen hall. Its
streets aro wide and modern." It be
came a port In 1C37, but Its principal
progress as a Seagate begnn with tho
mnklng of tho river eighty years ago.
Tho harbor commlsslonets havo now
four miles of quays under their control,
nnd recelvo yearly In dues JCIBO.OOO.
"Belfast," says Mr. Gordon, "admires
the largo, und fortuno has favored It.
It claims to have tho fivo biggest
things of their kind In tho world; the
biggest shipyard which built the big
gest ship, tho biggest rope-work, tho
biggest linen factory, tho biggest whis
ky store and tho biggest tobacco fac
tory. Tho biggest shipyard belongs
to Messrs. Harland and Wolff; tho big
gest ship Is the Oceanic; tho biggest
rope-work Is that which has tho son
of "Self-Help" Smith as Its manager;
tho biggest factory, built by Mr. Mull
holland, now. belongs to the York
Street Klax Spinning company. Ab a
set-off to the biggest whisky utort may
be put the fact that Bolfast Is the chief
seat of tho manufacture of aerated
.water in the united kingdom; and
though It has the biggest tobacco fac
tory, Belfast 1b, as Mr. Gordon's pic
tures show, by no moans one of tho
smokiest of towns.
ON A CALIFORNIA RANCH.
Woman Work la Field Jait M They Do
In the Old Country,
It Is quite widely bolloved that na
ture responds so generously to man In
California that very little labor need
be expended to supply himself with
many of tho necessaries of life. This
may be true to a certain extent, says
tho Minneapolis Journal, but when tho
necessary labor fulls to women It ap
pears of much greater proportions than
when it Is accomplished by men.
Among tho foreign tenant ranchers of
the state the women work much harder
than the men, for hcaldo carrying on
their household duties they toll in tho
field, In tho garden and In tho barn
yard. Mrs. Hamas, whoso husband
rents ono of the many Stanford ranches
In Santa Clara county, Is ono of thoso
who, living within sight of somo of tho
largest educational Institutions of tho
state, has toiled for many years as do
tho peasant women of Europe. Dur
ing this time sho has not only kept her
house and raised enough chickens to
clothe her family, but has built fences,
planted and dug potatoes and walkod
miles through tho grain fields carrying
and throwing out poisoned wheat to
exterminate the squirrels that swarm
In this section of the country. Her
life has been no harder, however, than
tho lives of her Portuguese sisters, and
no moro entirely devoid of amusements
or recreation. In appearanco Mrs. Ra
mas Is prepossessing and intelligent,
and while her face hardly bespeaks so
much endurance, it shows will power
and ambition. Minneapolis Journal.
Ilerrard for Literary Work.
James I on March 8, 1(303, granted
letters patent under the great seal to
John Stowo (London's great historian),
authorizing him to beg. Tho letters
patent of James I. authorized Stowo to
collect tho voluntary contributions of
tho people Tho letters reclto that,
"Whereas, our loving subject, John
Stowo (a very aged and worthy mem
ber of our city of London), this fivo
and forty years hath to his great
charge, and with neglect of his ordi
nary means of maintenance (for the
general good, as well of posterity as
of tho present age), corapllod and pub
lished diverse necessary book and
chronicles; and, therefore, we, in en
couragement to the like, have In our
royal inclination been pleased to grant
our letters patent under our great seal
of England, dated March 8, 1C03, there
by authorizing him to collect amongst
our loving subjects their voluntary
contributions nnd kind gratuities."
John Stowo died on April 5, 1C05, and
was burled In tho parish church of 8t.
Androw Undershaft, where his monu
ment, erected by his widow, Is still to
Placing the Mame.
She Why Is it that you never tako
me to a decent play? Ho Because, my
dear, this Is the end of the 19th century
and wo live In New York. Life.
Salesman Sox, sir? Yes, slrj How
many pairs? Cocky One, of course;
d'ye think I'm a bloomln' centipede
PRAYER IN A HORSE CASE.
It Waa Diplomatic anil Cogent, lint It
linked 1 1 01 cue jr.
A tcn-mlnuto prayer In a Pennsyl
vania court In a horso enso created
qulto a sensation recently. Robert F.
Thomas had brought atilt to recover
tho part payment ho had mado on n
horse. Ho bought tho nulmal from
Peter Gorman of Heidelberg Township
for $80; paid $r0 on htm, and the bal
ance, $.10, was to be paid in sixty days.
Tho horso wan guaranteed sound.
Later Thomas returned tho horso nnd
wanted his $50, saying tho horso was
not us represented; that tho animal
"knuckled." German denied tills and
refused to give back tho money.
Thomas then brought suit. Tho caso
enmo up before Judge Albright. Thom
as took tho stand, took tho oath, and
before answering the first question as
to whero ho lived, turned to tho
learned Judge nnd asked whother ho
could offer prayer. "Certainly," snld
Judgo Albright, with n quiet nod, and
whllo on the witness stnnd Thomas
prayed nloud. "O liOrd, Thou who
ruleat over all and nrt willing that all
Blind havo Justice, wo appeal to Thee,
In this our trotiblo, to lend ear nnd
glvo Thy presence Guldo us and nil
of us to tell the truth to OiIh honor
nblo court nnd to thin Jury that I
bought that dark bay horso from Ger
man for $80; that German said ho was
solid nnd sound; that I paid $00 on
him; that tho horso waB not solid and
sound, ns represented, und that by
right and Justice thin eourt and Jury
should compel German to give mo my
money back and recelvo his horso back
again, ns tho horso Is no at Just as I
bought him. O Lord, wo hold no
grudge ngalnst German, nnd wo don't
want him to have any enmity agaliiHt
ub; but wo wnnt our money uacK oo
causo wo aro entitled to It. Thou
hnst Bald that brethren should dwell
together In unity, nnd It Ib our deslro
to do bo, but wo can't do It If Gorman
doesn't take his horso back and re
turn my $50. Soften his heart toward
us; forgive our enemies; give mo n
safe dcllveranco In this trial, nnd bless
this good democratic Judge who has
Just been Indorsed by tho solid re
publican party of Lehigh county."
Thomas went on In his prayer for ten
minutes, and nt Its conclusion tho
trial gravely proceeded, Tho Jury pa
tiently listened to all the ovldence.
Tho parties wero farmers near Slating
ton, but German deals in horses. The
Jury brought In a verdict for tho de
fendant, and apparently Thomas'
prayer had not been nnswercd ns ho
desired, German, tho defendant, hav
ing shown that tho horse was not
"knuckled," but was big-boned and
sound, as represented Green Bag.
THEY KEEP SILENT.
of Secrecy In
One of tho many rules hedging thoso
who cater to tha wants and pleasures
of royalty Is that a strict socrecy shall
bo maintained as to tho sayings and
doings of tholr royal masters and mis
tresses, says tho Now York Herald.
Many a secret has gone to the grave
untold owing to the conscientiousness
of tho hearer or seer, who, hound by
tho oath of ofllce, would rnthor dlo
than dlvulgo what tho world is over
on the qui vlve to learn. It Is said
that when MIbs Adennc, who is now
Mrs. Mallett, was appointed maid of
honor In tho queen's household, sho
was visiting In a household whoro was
a well-known man of letters nnd wit.
"What a fine opportunity you will now
havo to keep an interesting diary," ho
Hald to bur. Miss Adcano responded
that, according to tho queen's condi
tions, no ono was allowed to keep a
diary when at court But, disbeliev
ing, the man laughingly responded, "I
think I should keep a very secret one,
all tho same;" to which tho future
maid of honor courteously replied:
"Then I am afraid you would not bo
a maid of honor." Tho torm "maid of
honor" seems to hnvo a wider signifi
cance than Is usually applied to It. It
Is to be not only a maid who Ib hon
ored by her elevation to tho member
ship In tho royal household, but it is
to bo a maid whoso honor Ib used In
defense of her mistress by speech or
sllcnco, ns may be required.
College I'rnfeatore and Free Hpeeoh,
Liberty of speech is so precious that
congress is forbidden by the constitu
tion to abridge it, and such arrests as
aro common in Germany for Icse wa
Jcsto are impossible here. There is
danger, however, of carrying thlr. free
dom too far. "I bolievo In frco stycech,"
said the duke or Wellington, "but not
on board a man-of-war," and absti
nence from Ill-timed speech has given
Gen, do Gadlfot, tho new war minister
of Franco, the appropriate nlcknamo
of Lo Grand Muet. The trustees of the
University of Chicago not long since
considered the desirability of restrain
ing Its professors from "undue loquaci
ty" about controverted public matters.
While the decision was unequivocally
against such restriction, tho question
raised deserves consideration, for the
college as an Institution has rights, as
well as the teachers within its gates.
Tho minister In his pulpit has a legal
right to frco speech; but when his
opinions rairepresent the principles of
his sect, ha has other rights than his
own to consider. When a professor's
pronounced statements aro credited
against the university of which he Is n
part, his liberty of speech is a moral
wrong, which his manliness should
condemn and his conscience restrain.
"All things aro lawful for me," said St.
Paul, "but all things are not expedi
ent." Her Point or View.
Enpeck Saunders Is a man of un
usually sound Judgment. Mrs, Enpeck
In other wordB, I supposo his opin
ions always coincide with yours.
LETTUR3 TO MAIL.
Abeent-Mlndnd Man DUcovars ft Kaw
Wajr of Forgetting Tliera.
"Tho folks at homo, with a blind,
trustfulness thnt I cannot understand,"
natd tho nbscnt-mlndcd man, "still
glvo mo letters to mall, though they
know It may ho dnys beforo I got 'em
Into tho postortlcc, Tlnio nnd again,
carrying a letter In my hand so as not
to forgot It, I hnvo walked right past
tamp-post lcttor boxes and toted tho
letter right up to tho ticket ofllco ol
an elovnted station, forgetting thnt I
wob carrying It until I wanted to reach
for money to buy a ticket with. Then
I'd put tho letter In my pocket and
that wns good by letter, perhaps for
days. But this morning I did some
thing different; I started out befora
breakfast with n letter thnt I was to
mall, and two cents with which to buy
a stamp for It, tho letter In ono hand
nnd the money In tho other, I reached
n sub-station of tho postoftlco thnt U.
In our neighborhood In Bafoty nnd
bought tho stamp nil right nnd stuck
It on tho letter, looking, as I did bo,
nt a curious and yet fnmlllnr-looklng
tall red box with rounded top, that
stood thero by tho desk. Still hold
ing tho letter In my hand so ns not to
forget It, I carried It Into a storo
whero I hnd an errand to buy some
thing for tho house, nnd thero I set
the lcttor down on the counter whoro I
couldn't fall to see It whllo I reached
In my pocket for money. When I
walked up tho Htcps of my house n
llttlo Inter with an appetite Improved,
If nnythlng, by tho breath of fresh nlr,
It suddenly enmo to mo thnt I had left
tho letter In tho store, and I turned,
of course, nnd went back for It. Whon
I camo to tho corner nearest tho stor
I found the young man who had wnlt
ed on mo Just dropping my letter In
tho letter box there. Now, In thla
case, my forgctfulncss resulted In tho
prompt mailing of tho lottor, but whllo
I am, of course, plcnsod over tills, I
am at the samo tlmo disturbed by tho
thought that I mny now develop my
forgettulncsB In somo other new form
that may not work out so happily."
Now York Sun.
EFFECT OF FLOWINQ ICE.
Aa Compared with That of Other Scalp
The action of flowing Ice, whether In
tho form of rlvcr-llue glaciers cr broad
mantling folds, Is but llttlo understood
aa compared with that of other sculp
turing agents, says the Atlantic. Riv
era work openly where people dwell,
and so do the rain and the sea thun
dering on all tho shores of the world;
ond the universal ocean of air, though
Invisible, speakB loud In a thousand
voices and explains Its modes of work
ing and its power. But glaciers back
In tholr cold solitudes work apart from
men, exerting their tremendous ener
gies In silence and darkness. Coming:
In vapor from tho soa, flying Invisible
on tho wind, descending In snow,
changing to Ice, white, spirit-like, they
brood outspread ovor tho predostlned
landscapes, working on unwearied
through unmeasured ages, until In tha
fullness of time tho mountains and
vulleyB aro brought forth, channels fur
rowed for the rivers, basins made for
meadows and lakes, and soil beds
spread for the forests and fields that
man and beast may be fed. Thon, van
ishing like clouds, they melt into
streams and go singing back home to
the Boa. Standing on this adamantlna
old monument in tho midst of such en
ergy, getting glimpses of the thoughts
of Ood, tho day scorns endless; the
sun stands still. Much faithless fuss
Is mado over tho passage In tho bible
telling of the standing still of tho sua
for JoBhua. Here you may loarn that
tho sun stands still for every devout
mountaineer for everybouy doing
1 nytWn worth djlng, seeing anything
worfh 8eeln' t0no dy ,8 nB a tlou'
Huuu ycnie, u bjuuaaiiu jvnio uhu ua,
and while yet in tho flesh you enjoy
Mf&nejr and Mnrrlagra.
From tho Provldenco Journal: Is It
lack of monoy that keeps men from
marrying? This Is tho reason often
advanced, and it seems to bo Justified
by tho recont eplsodo at Chicago, where
fifty couples rushed to take advantage
of a free performanco of tho ceremony
how they were to llvo afterward evi
dently being a less Important matter.
Perhaps It is only In the higher walks
of llfo that tho blessed estato of holy
matrimony Is avoided on financial
grounds. Society domands moro and
more of those who belong to it, and
young men in moderate circumstances
dread the burden of a wife and family,
preferring their own selfish pleasure
This may be deplorable, but It is hard
Cured br the Telephone.
Thero Is a popular character In
Pendleton who has a slight Impedi
ment in his speech. Ho talks eloquent
ly, but he stammers some. He recent
ly located in Pendleton because ho ad
mires MIssourlans, and he has found
tho right kind here. The other day he
went to the telephone to talk to a
friend in Portland. Whon the talk waa
finished the Portland man said: "Well,
old man, you seem to talk better since
you went to Pendleton. You do not
stutter anything like as much as you
did." "No," said tho Pendleton man,
clear and straight as a bell, "a man
cannot afford to stutter through r tele
phone when to talk costs 75 cents a
minute." East Oregonlan.
An Artlatlo Appetite.
From the Boston Transcript: Roa
slnl and Paganinl were ono day ban
tering each other about eating, and
Rossini made a wagor of a large sua
that he would eat six full-grown lob
sters at one meal, Paganinl accepted
the wager, and Rosslul actually wob,
but came very near dying from the
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