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If wo only knew each other,
If e knew,
If our Inmom ouH, my brother,
We could iow,
I.rlM3l'i'x. l,,e thltiRsi that socr
would bn driven out foieer, '
Could the ell bo drawn munder.
don't you?
Now,
If. beneath the action, ijaxIi.K
On the nlm,
'lfjlit we not ro more for maMnir
Than for blutnn?
MlKht w not find much utiklndnea
Due to our own mental blltulnean,
And more slim u cattae for pity than for
Hhamu?
For tlil body trnntdtory
Ik a Hheatb,
Hiding all the spirit glory
I'rdemeath.
Ilaidfiii'd man or fallen woman
Has h Htralu diWncly hiitnan:
Ca?l no Ktonrn, but Trom Love's blm
foinn wcno n wreath.
We aro so remote and lonely:
And wo reach,
Soul by soul, by one bridBe only,
That of Hpeeclli
Hut thin way we keep uppllliiR
With inlHjuifKmetit and rutllinK.
When we mlKht hao given hoIulo, each
to each.
There Is so lnuth Joy meant for us,
That wo mar.
So much muslo In I.lfe'n chorui
That we J ir.
So print burdrna thnt wo cirry,
Which are all unnecesiar).
1'ould we only nee euch other uk we ore!
With an Inward gleam of Iicummi
Kach Ik blent,
It li his portion of Clod's leaven
. poHKeKned.
Why tilts nobler part look oor
1 hut Dome fault we may dlttcover?
Why not through the lein of mercy
seek the best?
Were m heart made plain, my dearie.
To jour lew.
Could ou ee how It growM weary
Just tor ou?
Then I know the thlimn that geor
Would bo driven out forever.
We would lovo tach other better, If we
knew.
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Tobe Jchnson's Baby.
BV E. T. BULLOCK.
(Copyright, 1MI. by Dally Story I'ub. Co.)
Tho suu ehono down hot and parch
ing upon tho lonely canvas covered
wagon that slowly wound Us way
across tho burning sands towards tho
village of Bear Crook. Tho panting
horses, wet with dirty foam, labored
heavily as tho awkward wagon moved
slowly along. A tall, lean man with
short, otubby whiskers sat holding
mo lines, and urged on tho lagging
steps of 'tho tired animals. From
within tho covered body camo tho low
cound of a woman's voice as she
trooneJ tho sweet monody of bdiuo old-
fashioned hymn. Suddenly tho sing
ing ceased.
"Aro wo almost there?" eho asked,
with a tired hopefulness in her voice.
A head appeared trom behind tho flap
of tho curtain. It waa rather a pretty
head, with its wealth of dark brown
hair.
"Aro wo almost there?" shb asked
again, pushing her elbows out upon
tho front scat. Tho man looked
around with a soft smile.
"Yes," ho said. "Do you eco them
tow, flquatty houses yonder?" Tho
woman nodded assent. "Well, that's
ait," ho said, as ho touched her cheek
irrcctionntcly. Ho spoko with a slow
Jrawl, his words dropping as if with
studied weight
In a few minutes tho wagon en
tered tho narrow, lane-like street,
lined with its rough log huts. At tho
first sight of the white canvas In tho
liatanco the inhabitants of Bear
reek had collected to watch tho grow
ing speck and to indulge In curious
speculation as to Its occupants.
"It'a one 'er them fellers ter work
it oT Jim Crawford's, I guess," said a
rough-lookinc individual of capacious
"jlrth.
"Yes, dam' 'cm! They've been 'or
pllln' in hero llko bees uv late," re
iponded another.
It waa evident that the people of
lev, throwing tip his open hand with
flnrera pointing In all directions.
"And when yer git ter tho fork of tuo
road, jest take tho fork hand." A
laugh from the crowd greeted his
rough jest. Tho man on tho wagon
showed a slight red tlngo under tho
swarthy tan of his face.
"I nln't hero to ralso no row," ho
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-It's ono of them fellers."
Gear Creek boro no special good-will
towards "01' Jim Crawford."
As tho horses drew the wagon along
between the rows of people on either
lido of the street tho man on tho seat
waa greeted by many waves of tho
band. He pulled his team Into tho
rude sidewalk near a small group of
men. "Ken yer tell mo titer way tp
Jim Crawford's?" ho asked politely.
A frown spread over the faces of tho
men. For a minute no ono spoko.
Tho man on tho wagon waited ex
pectantly. "Jim Crawford's Is right up thar."
finally answered a stout young fol-
"No, by Jingo, I won't got
said, looking tho bhort young man
snuarely In tho oye. "But yyc could
be cr darn sight moro civil to or
stranger." His peculiar drawl affect
ed the risibilities of tho crowd, and a
loud laugh rang out on tho air. When
the rough veils had subsided a small
girl stepped out from behind tho men.
Hers was tho dark complexion of tho
haif-broed.
"I'll toll yer wher' ol Jim lives,"
she cried. Tito men turned around
abruptly. "Jes' toiler this road to
ther forks and then tako ther road ter
yer right 01' Jim's is erbout 300
yarda from tho last cabin," she said
pointing to tho distant hut The men
sneered at her and ono of them
grabbed at her dress, but sho easily
eluded them and passed on up the
street
Tho tall man clucked to bis horsps
and tho wagon moved on. After driv
ing a tow yards bo saw to his loft
across tho street tho sign ot the Big
Horn saloon. A suddon Idea seemed
to striko him. Ho again pulled his
horses Into tho sldo ot tho street and
got down from his scat
"Friends," ho said, "will yer ail
come and tako som'thln with mo, jest
ter show that ther ain't no hard feel
ings?" Tho crowd was staggered at first
but soon responded joyfully, conclud
ing that tho stranger was a pretty
good fellow although bo was going
to work for "01' Jim Crawford."
"W'ero dor yer hall from, stranger?"
asked Shorty JohnBon,,as they lined
up before tho bar.
"Kentucky," answered tho stranger.
Tho mon looked approvingly at the
size 6f his whiskey.
"Anyboddy with yer?"
A few minutes later Tobe Johnson
drove slowly away from tho Big Horn,
followed by the lusty cheers ot his
nowly gained friends.
It was conceded on all bnnds that
Tobo Johnson was tho. best fellow that
had ever struck a spade In 01' Jlm'B
diggings. Old Jim, himself, was a
stingy, avaricious old follow who was
held In absolute contempt by tho citi
zens of Bear Creek. Ho lived a short
dlstanco from tho center of tho town
thai Is, from tho saloons-- and. kuow-
littlo hatred, he seldom canto down
from his suburban hut If, indeed,
Boar Creek could boast of anything so
pretentious as suburbs. Natttrallyi
enough tho hatred for "01' Jim" him
self fell also upon tho Innocent hcndi
of tho, men who worked undor him.
So that tho village of Benr Crook and
"CI' Jim's l'lace," as It was called,
wcro as two hostile cities encamped
against each other.
But aa Tlmo rolled on Tobo Johnson
failed to get his shnro of Boar Creek's
disapproval and dislike. He was re
garded as a good-hearted fellow ot
ftlondly disposition, yet with as strong
a will nnd aa firm a courage as was
to bo found in tho two camps. Furth
ermore he was n worker, and spout
most of his tlmo away from tho gamb
ling dens and saloons something
which tho miners usually failed to do.
One day Johnion was informed that
ho was tho proud possessor ot a son
and heir. But his boy came at a doar,
dear price tho father. Tho frail
mother, wearied nnd worn by tho hard
life, to which sho had not been accus
tomed, nnd without tho proper medical
nttontlon to uphold her declining
strength was In imminont danger of
doath. For days sho lay In a half
stupor, moaning pltcously tho whtlo.
Johnson ttnld faithfully nt her Bldo.
Ho tried to arguo himself Into tho be
lief that she would noon bo well again.
"Sho can't die," ho would say hopo
fully. "Wo will uurso her bock to
health and strength. No, no suo will
not leavo mo." But within tho Innor
depths of his consciousness ho wns
afraid. Tho neighboring miners did
all they could to help tho unfortunato
husband. The gentle demeanor of tho
young wlfo had planted a touch ot ton
dcrncss In their rough breasts.
But It soon was seen that tho strug
glo would not last long. And ono day,
Just as tho bright sunlight of o aft
ernoon began to fado Into tho deopor
shadows of tho evening, tho mother
breathed a soft sigh and passed to tho'
realms eternal.
After tho funeral was over and tho
miners had returned to their work,
Tobo Johnson returned to hlB hut a
Ead and broken-hearted man. Tho
baby who had caused his grief ho
sworo ho could novor love. Ho never
wished to sco tho innocent littlo thing
again so great was his sorrow. Ho
left tho lonely cottngo and walked
down into tho village Tho little
nnlf-brctd girl sat all night by tho
cradlo waiting for his returning foot
steps; but no sound broke tho stlll
nis of tho night savo the howl ot
somo lonely dog outside, or tho occa
sional waking wall of tho Infant In
her charge. Finally, at day-break,
tho shambling footsteps camo up tho
beaten path. Then a heavy boot boat
roughly at tho door for admittance.
Hurriedly opening tho door eho re
turned to tho cradlo. Tho staggering
figure ot a man camo in. It was Tobo
Johnson, his oycB bloodshot with
drink and dissipation. For a moment
ho gazed expectantly around 'the
room. "Millie," ho called. Tnen Boo
ing tho frightened half-breed beside
tho swaying cradlo ho seomod to ro
c:.U tho Incidents of tho past few days.
With a da.lc frown on hlB brow, ho
stumbled over to tho inr corner of tho
room and fell heavily on tho bed.
Tobo Johnson slept long nrfd sound
ly. He was awakened lato In, tho aft
ernoon by tho rough voices of tho
men with whom ho had spent tho pre
vious night. Hardened wretches that
thoy were, they wished him to return
to tho village to tho bar and gaming
tables. For tho momont ho seemed
ready to yield. Then suddonly from
hn cradlo camo a faint "coo." Ho
turned quickly to meot the laughing
bluo eyes of his baby. Ho looked
steadily at tho little fac 'twas tho
first tlmo since that fatal night Then
ho walked quickly to tho cradlo nnd
lifted tho littlo thing In his arms.
"No, by Jingo. I won't go!" he cried
fiercely to tho mon. For tho moment
they were stupefied. Then they bowed
iolr heads and walked slowly from
tho room.
"WaB It tho look In tho soft bluo
eyes?" they mused. "Was It tho omllo
ot hlB lost lovo ho saw?"
Pictorial fiumor
HE KNEW.
Edna (nftur he has proposed) Ah! what la moro delightful than n kiss?
Tom Two.
TOOK A IU.tH'F.
"I was In a hotel In Indiana a few
weeks ago," said tho NoW York drum
mer, "when tho talk turned on Oon
cral Grant. Pretty soon ono of tho
crowd reforrcd to his two terma as
president, and I felt cnllod upon to .
correct him."
"How correct him?" wnn asked.
"Why, aa to tho two terms. Ot
conrso ho sorved only one. Tho fol
low was ono of tho obstlnnto kind,
however, nnd ho finally offered to bet
mo n hundred to fifty that ho was
right. It made tho cold chills go over
mo. It wbb a dead sttro thing for mo,
and yet r hadn't tho monoy to put up.
Geo! But I never felt so mean In my
lire. Being dead broko I had to take
his bluff. I'll bo heeled on my noxt
trip, nnd I'll try nnd find that chap
and rnko In his wad."
"I wouldn't," said tho man who had
spoken before.
"Why not?"
'"I'd ttso the monoy to buy a history
ot tho United States and have' your
cars nhortencdt"
Rector --"Rcmombcr, my . young
friend, thoro aro hotter things in life
thon monoy."
Young Friend "Yes, I know that,
but It takoB monoy to buy them."
rilAOTICAT. MIHH (10I.1U1ITI.Y.
E. Singer in tho Indianapolis Sun.
"As I Bit heto and gazo Into tho lire,"
said Cholly Stoylaytc. dreamily, "I
cannot help hut wax imaginative nnd
poetic. It seems to mo that burning
chunk Js old King Cole, nnd that thoso
red flames arc his dancers now dart
ing up, now leaping down and nrottnd
In order to amttso their king. It seems
to me that tho crackle of tho embers
is tlio mimic by old King Cole's fid
dlers three, and "
"Yes," Interrupted Miss Oolightly,
yawning wearily and looking nt tho
clock, "but in that cnno the old king,
nnd not papa, ought to pay tho fid
dlers." And, after a long while, It dawned
upon Cholly that a ton of coal was al
most as valuable as two Irish pota
toes, and ho took his leave.
AN ALTERNATIVE.
ONLY JUST II Kit IIUHHANI).
Mistress Mary, you had n man In
tho kitchen last evening.. Wob ho a
relative of yours or a friend?
Maid Neither, marm; ho wob only
just my husband.
Teacher "And why should wo en
deavor to rlso by our own efforts?"
Johnny Wlso " 'Causo there's no
toll I a' when the nlarum clock will go
wrong."
w '! -!
Dav wv.
MrB. Hayseed I see they'vo stopped tho roof gardens in New York tor
tho winter.
Mr. Hayseed I rcckln thoy'll havo to rely on their hot-bods for lato vege
tables, thon.
A FOSEf).
Great BIxe of Canada.
The British possessions In North
America and tho West IndieB aro larger
than tho territory of tho United States
of America, including Porto Rico and
Alaska. On tho North American con
tinent alone, King Edward's posses
sions aro nearly 100,000 square miles
larger than those of tho United States,
and taking in tho West Indies and
Newfoundland, moro than 200,000
square mllcB larger.
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AL.WAYH ItKAUY.
"You'ro uot tho man that answorj
tho questions, aro you?" Inquired tho
Stranger.
"Yes, sir," said tho man In tho chair.
"I stipposo you'vo been asked a good
many times before, but I'd llko to
know tho oxact pronuncla "
"Ro-zo-v'lt," interrupted tho man
in tho chair, turning again to UU
work.
"Thanks."
Then Papa 1'nt on a Spurt.
Papa was cutting Freddy's hair Tory
well, but was not quick at tho job, and
Fred, who Is G years of age, found the
function very tiresome. At last ho
said: "Aro you nearly done, daddy?"
"Very near; I'vo Just tho front to do
now," replied the father. "I'm 'frald,"
sighed the martyr, "that tho back will
grow again whllo you are cutting tho
front." Stray Stories.
Mot Bpanoorlan.
"Ah!" sighed Dremer, the clerk,
"don't you wish you could wrlto llko
Shakespeare?" "Not much I don't,"
replied Adam Upp, tho bookkeeper.
"You don't? Why?" 'Td bo fired.
Didn't you ever see Shakebpearo's sig
nature?" Philadelphia Press.
The prosperity of a country deponds
not on the abundance of its revenues,
nor on tho strength of ita fortifica
tions, nor on tho beauty of Its pub
lie buildings; but It consists in tho
number of its cultivated citizens, its
mon ot education, enll htenraent and
character. Hero aro to bo found its
truo Interest, its chief strength, Us
Ing that ho waa looked upon with no real nowcr, Martin Lusher.
Mrs. Jones Noah took a pair of every living animal Into tho ark so
that thoy wouldn't havo been drowned. ' ' '
Bobble Did ho tako in fish?
Mrs. Jones Yes. .
Bobble Would they havo been drowned, mamma?
ECONOMY.
Mrs. Chugwater What do you buy
Buck cheap shirts for? They aro the
most expenslvo In tho end. Thoy'ro
all worn out after you havo bad them
washed halt a dozen tlmc3.
Mr. Chugwater Then they only cost
mo CO xients for washing, and that's a
big saving. You go on with your fruit
canning. You can't teach mo anything
about buying shirts,
IN TIIK FAl'EU.
Ida-7"Thoy say BelloHs the plcturo
ot health these days."
May ''Yes, some remedy company U
using her picture In their testimon
ials." Forg(3 "your raglan Is out of stylo.
You Bhould have tho new 'Kitchener
Yoke.' "
Fenton "Not IS I am a Boer sym
pathizer
lAA
CONSIDERATE.
"Way is that picture turned toward
tho wall?"
"Oh, that Is a haying sceno, and wo
havo to hido it whenever Undo Thom
as visits us, because ho la a hay fovor
sufferer."
VEHY GOOD rnitM. '
Rodrlck "I wonder why ol:' Thj
scoro took his bookkeeper 'along when
ho wont to solcct a young wife?"
Van Albert "Oh, I guess ho wanted
somo one who was good at figures."
Till! ACTUAL COST.
"How do you like my now hat?"
asked tho first woman ot tho other at
the matinee. "Tho total cost was only
120."
"Pardon me, madam," chimed In the
disgusted man behind, "but you should
include tho price of my Beat, which
makes tho total 121.50,"
"How do you know ho loves you?
said Miss Cayenne.
"He writes me such beautiful Set
tors." "Humph! That Isn't love. That'i
literature."
yJVWM
Johnny (pointing to a centipedo) Mamma, look at that thousand-leg!
Mrs. Nowrlch My dear child, don't say such vulgar words. Yoa aaeaa a
thousand-limb.
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THE ONLY TIME.
"What a great boon hairpins are to
women," observed Ponnlngton.
"And to mon," hastened Meekwood.
"How so?"
"Why, when a worann fills her mouth
with hairpins a man has a chanra to
got In a few words."
ISNTSArE,, , ,-K
"Chesney lives In Brooklyn, hnt'tee- "
longs to a New York club. WW k'!
First Burglar "Why didn't you
sneak that chap's chalnlcss bicyclo yor
wont nftor last night?"
Second Burglar "Well, I foutid 7tit
there was a chalnloss dog In tho yard.''
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happens to meet somo ot the" old beys,"1'
uq staya all night" ' ' -.
"Why is that?"
"Ho'a afraid to cross the bridge witli
a load." ' ' ,j
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Stubb "Slnco my wife has UkeiW'
bowling sho Is always atter"'iBiV S "S
money to play tho game."
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