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BEFORE NIGHT.
W i'.
It h tlio hour when Mints tho Ioiik. gold
iluy:
That hour when nil tho spent world
rich td test,
Th Uw wind sleeps, the lilies l.llv sway.
And drops tho tco Into tho rosea
brenst.
Now the last weary swallow wheels ou
llRll,
A fliBh of silver on the rosy light;
Boon the llrsl star slinll gleam In tho still
sky
And earth lio clasped by tho cool nrms
of night.
Now the round notes of nestless birds nro
dead,
Peace on the scented land and shim
mering sen;
Now borrow laden n fades the sunset red,
And with tho tender night comes pcaco
to me!
Kleanor Norton, In Harper's Magazine.
H E R S A C R I F I C E
I Ui r.i.HANott m:k i 1
Copyrtg'ittil, 1003, by Tit Authort Publlthtng Company
Ho walked slowly along tho dusty
country road on it lovely .July even
ing. His air waH dejected, his clothes
worn and shabby A tramp, one might
decide at first glance; at a second, one
could seo that he had known better
days. Not ago but a sense of failure
had bowed Ids form and drawn lines
on brow and mouth. He had wrecked
his life; ho had nothing to live for, no
ono to love.
The sharp click of shears suddenly
attracted his attention. He raised his
tired eyes from the road and turned
In the direction of the sound. It catno
from a cemetery on a steep, green hill
to his right. He could see the marblo
shafts glenmlng through the trees. A
neat picket fence enclosed it, and tho
gate was slightly ajar.
Impelled by a curious feeling bo did
not stop to analyze, ho pushed it open
and walked wearily up tho slope. A
young woman was on her knees besldo
a grave, clipping the grass along its
edge. Her back was turned to him and
she had not heard his footsteps on tho
turf. In a soft, cultivated voice she
was singing:
"Tho sun Is slnkliuj fast,
Tho duyllRht dies;
Let love nwuke. and pay
Her evening sacrifice."
He felt a languid interest In watch
ing tho girl as sho took some flowers
from a basket and arranged them in
a crown whlto roses aud pink, sweet
peas and scattered pnnslcs ou the
vclvcly green sward.
Then she arose and stood at tho
foot of tho grave, regarding It with a
look of subdued satisfaction. Her faoo
was turned in tho direction of the lilac
shrub, behind which tho intruder
stood, nnd tho sight of it mado him,
start violently and come forward hast
ily. Tho girl's exclamation of surprlso
and alarm was cut short by tho
stranger's courteous lifting of his hat,
any saying in tho voice of a gentle
man: "Do not bo alarmed, madam.
Forgive my Intrusion; and may 1 ask
your namo?"
The girl pushed her hair from her
heated forehead with a nervous move
ment. "My name Is Alice Osborne,"
sho answered.
"Osborno" In a disappointed tone.
"Aro you not you resemblo my
someono I knew. Did you over hear
of Allco Halo?" He spoke eagerly and
yet hopelessly.
Her eyes opened wonderingly upon
him. "That was my mother's name.
Is it sho you mean?"
"It can bo no other. You aro her
very imago when I saw her first. Tho
samo features, tho same wavy hair,
the samo pretty color your eyes
how lllco her you aro!"
"I am glad you knew my mother,"
sho said, gently, "tilt hero on tho
grass and tell mo about her. 1" was
'Forgive my Intrusion; and may I ask
your name?"
scarcely two years old when sho
died."
"And fortunate It was that sho died
then." Tho man's volco was full, of
hitter despair. "Sho escaped a world
of trouble."
"Wo will not speak of my father
uiow," tho girl said qutcidy.
"Do you rcmemoer your laiucrr
"Yes," reluctantly.
"What bocamo of you when ho ab
sconded with his partner's money?"
tho man wont on, as though taking u
grim pleasuro hi raking up past mis
deeds. "A wealthy farmer adopted mo. I
am called Osborno now. I havo a
luxurious homo and every advantage
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of education nnd travel. Ono great
sorrow though my foster father died
a year ago. This Is his grate."
Tho man looked at it with now In
terest. Then he noted tho black rib
bons on the girl's simple whlto dross.
"And you are happy in your now
homo?"
"It Is not now to mo; I scarcely re
member any other. I lovo my mother
I havo always called Mrs. Osborno
so."
"Hut your father." persisted tho
stranger, "do you never think of him?
Or havo your now friends taught you
to forget him?"
He stretched out his hand, trembling
ly, to her.
Alice looked sadly up at tho placid
evening sky. "I pray for him always,"
sho murmured softly.
Tho man's face gleamed with a sud
den hope. "And would you bo glad to
know him? Would you forgivo him?"
"I forgave him long ago." Sho
turned to him quickly, and noted his
agitated face. "You know whero my
father Is tell mo."
"He has served his term of punish
ment. Ho Is free once more. He Is
Alice I nm your father!"
Tho rosy light died out of tho girl's
faco, her hands clutched the grass at
her side. Even in her worst dreams
sho had nover pictured her father like
this. Sho shrank lnvoluntnrily from
him as ho moved a little nearer. Her
eyos had no welcomo for him.
Without n word tho convict turned
away. Tho ray of hope faded from
his face, and tho old, bitter look re
turned. Ho got up slowly from tho
grass, and stumbled on ills way blind
ly among tho graves.
Allco watched him for n moment
unrelentingly. Thon tho bent, gray
head and stooping shoulders, tho nttl
tudo of a man prematurely aged,
moved her soul to pity. Sho sprang
up and followed him.
"Father!" sho called.
Tho man turned. Tho girl's nrms
wero around his neck, her lips touched
his rough beard, her soft hnlr briiBhod
his cheek.
"Father, what would you havo mo
do for you?" tho daughter asked after,
a pause. ,
"Tako your mohor's place. Mako n
homo for mo. Had sho lived I would
not havo sinned. Help mo to bo n
better man."
Allco drew herself from his nrms
with a sudden rovulslon of fooling. Oo
away with him! llvo with him! Sho
had not anticipated this. That sho
should shelter him for a tlmo and pro
vldo money to stnrt anew was all,
snJoly, that could bo expected of her.
Money sho knew sho could obtain for
him was not that enough?
Tho sun had sot behind crov clouds:
tho night breezo moaned through tho t
trees; sho shivered In her thin dress.
It seemed that all tho brightness had
gone from her young life with tho sot
ting of tho sun.
Tho man watched the expression of
tho girl's faco, saw tho strugglo going
on, tho chango from a light-hearted
girl to a cnrc-burdcncd woman. Hoi
n.ou .limit. ..n.n. 4 t n I ... .1 P
mmo until unuiu ui uiu lUUKIlllUUU ui
tho sacrifice ho had called upon her to
mako. And ho know, perfectly, that
his destiny depended upon her decis
ion. An ho watched nor, now hopefully,
now despairingly, tho expression of
tho nweet faco changed again to ono
of high resolve, of noblo purposo, and
ho know that Duty had won the vic
tory over Self. In his heart there grow
a strong resolve, with God's help, to
llvo down tho past
He stretched out his band, trem-
jKSfp f
bllngly, to her. "You will come," ho
nnld in n volco husky with deep feel
ing. "For my mother's sake and foi
yours," she said, mid placed her hanc
In his.
HAD A LAUGH COMING.
Why Citizen Paid Gas Dill Without a
Kick.
"You must excuso my Ignorance,'
ho softly began nt the window of tho
gas office, "but I want to settle a doubt
In my own mind. Is your gas the
samo as laughing gas?"
"I never heard nny ono laugh over
It very much replied tho clerk. "In
fact, It Is generally tho other way."
"Hut I-I-ha, ha, ha I"
"You aro laughing over It, It sooniR?"
"Yes; can't help it, you know. My
Juno bill was $2.25. Wo go away for
July nnd shut tho house up, and yet
my July bill Is much larger than tho
June."
"Pcrhnps that's whero tho laugh
comes In?"
"I know It does ha, hn, ha!"
"Yes, we aro always hearing of those
things, nnd It Is unnecessary to say
that they make us tired. Tho bill
BccniB to bo $1.80.
"Yes."
"And you you ?"
"I'm going to laugh.
It's n good Joke
capital Joke ha, ha, ha!"
"And you'll havo to pay and not
kick?" queried tho astonished clerk.
"That's it. I'll even hn, hn, ha!"
Tho clerk handed him bnck the,
change from a five-dollar bill and look
ed nt him In such a wuy that tho
customer fek called upon to explain:
"Yes, houso nil shut up for July,
but wo left six burners blazing away,
and I thought you had mo for a cool
hundred dollars. Only $4.80 ha, hn
hu!"
The Irish.
Now n health to tho Irish, big-hearted
and brave.
From I.rln. far over the seii;
ho havo loft her for uye, braved tho
wind and the wavo
For a homo In tho land of tho free.
And though homeless, perchance. In tho
hind of their birth.
Which, Indeed, Ih tho bluo ocean's gem,
I hey want not for homes, for through
out tho broad earth
kvery homo is wide, open to them.
Or, depilved of tho power, so Justly
th"ir own,
To rule o'er the fair Emerald Isle.
In the heart of mankind they huvo found
ii new I hi one,
And tlm sioptor they wield Is n smile.
And ht. Patrick himself, gar.lng down
II1MII ,IUUf, .
Must smile on his day when Is seen
How all classes mid creeds show their
fealty and lovo
For tho liish by wearing tho green.
And If. from their country of thraldom
aud wrong.
They huvo brought llttlo gold to In
vest, Far better tho mirth and tho sunshlno
and song
They huvo borne to the hearts of tho
West.
Wo acknowledge- their genius and proud
ly udnilt
That tlm world would not half bo eo
bright
If theso princes of kindness, good
mor and wit.
Were to pass llko a dream In
night.
hu
tha When musing alone, looking Into tho
llames,
Counting faces of friends loved tho
best,
Wo marvel to note that tho quaint ItIbIi
namc.i
Aro tho ones that outnumber tho rest.
So wo'll diluk to them all, to tho Fltzos
and Macs,
To tho Mtirphys, Moronoys nnd O's!
To tho Allla-M and the Patricks, tho
Jamef.es ami Jacks,
From tho limit of tho shamrock nnd
rose.
W. I.. Sanford in the Galveston Nows,
Equal to the "Stunt."
Harold celebrated his fifth birthday
by attending Sunday" school, his first
oxperlenco. Tho teacher of tho class
to whicli ho had boon assigned gavo
to each child a card on which was
printed tho Apostles' Creed and told
each ono that sho should expect them
to memorize It by tho following Sun
day morning.
Harold, having beon given ono of
tho cards, felt so very important to
think ho had a lesson to learn, that
on his return from Sunday school ho
rushed to his mother's room, and, hold
ing tho card for her to hoc, remarked
Importantly:
"See, mother, what I shall hnvo to
learn by next Sunday!"
"My denr child," exclaimed tho
mother, "you cannot possibly learn It
by then!"
"Yes, I can, too," responded Harold
"Why, I know 'wny down to hell now!"
Cost of Balloons.
Balloons nro "In tho air" nt present,
nnd consequently the cost of those'
aerial machines Is Interesting. Tho
size generally favored by "sportsmon"'
ranges from 27,000 to -IG.OOO cubic
feet, tho former costing In "coton
cnoutchoutco" 120, in Chinese silk
102, and In French silk 2G2; and'
tho latter 220, 315 and 38-1, ac
cording to tho mnterial used. Theso
prlcoB lncludo tho bnlloon comploto
and ready to bo filled with gas. Lon.
don Answers.
Monument to Shelley.
When tho project of erecting a mon
ument to tho poot Shelley in Italy was
discussed, Gabricllo D'AnnunzIo, Ed
mund D'AmlcIs and other promlnont
Italian men of letters gavo their ap
proval. None of them, however, at
tended tho unveiling of tho monument
at Vlareggla recently. Tho speeches
wero of a political rather than a liter
ary character. Elghty-ono years have
elapsed slnco Shelley waB drowned at
Vlaregglo.
Only a Question of Time.
"Our minister always hits It right
when ho prays for rain."
"Does It always como when ho prays
for It?"
"Well, no, not exactly; but tvhon ho
starts In he always prays for It till it
comes."
Railway Mileage.
Europo has 4.4 miles of railway
for 10,000 people; the United States
2D miles.
GIANTS OF MODERN TIMES.
What Produces Annual Crop of Centei
Rush' Material?
Tho first gaioea of tho eollego foot
ball teams aro not Important nnd nl
tho outset of this season tholr only
unusual interest Is duo to tho curios
ity to seo what the coaches will do
with the now rules.
For several years, however, ono
characteristic feature of tho enrly sea
son has escaped tho attention It de
serves. Every footrull university re
ports the nrrlval of squads of huge
recruits as "promising material" for
tho center of tho lire.
They como Hmbcrlng from tho pre
paratory schools, towering over six
feet, weighing from 200 to 2f0 pounds
young giants who mako tho earth
tremble. Tho phenomenon suggests,
by wny of comparison, tho Increasing
height or tho American mnld to meet
tho plans nnd specifications of tho co
lossal "(llbRon girl."
These 18-year boys who ovcrtoi
their elders and spread out In propor
tion nro to bo computed in ynrds, not
feet, and tho puzzlo of It Is, whero do
they cotuo from nnd why do they grow'
In such fashion? Thoy nro becoming
so numerous as to merit n sclentlllc
Inquiry and cither tho ndantnbllltv of
tho American rnco la rospondlng to fill
tho dctnnnd for football mnterial by
tho ton or tho game Is being devel
oped to lit tho mnterial.
Tho sclent Iflo persons who nro ex
perimenting with n discovery which
stimulates physical growth should
drop their samples of "lecithin" nnd
hasten to tho university football
fields. Sporting Nows.
THE CARE OF LOCOMOTIVE8.
Engineers and Firemen Take Pride In
Their Machines.
Tho engineer nhd flromnn who lovo
their vocation dlsplny thnt llhlng in
tho caro which thoy lavish upon their
locomotive. Thoro are many brazen
pnrts which may ho mndo to shine,
many pnrts of polished stool which
nro to bo kept bright, and enamel
parts of which tho same may bo said.
Nino out of ten use more caro In tho
doing of theso things than rules cnll
for, und, indeed, this nlmost affection
nto caro which they lavish upon their
.groat machiuei speaks of u genuine
prldo which thoy foe!, each for his
own particular locomotive.
With brass polish, oil and two great
pieces of waste, tlioy pinko tho grent
onglno to shlno In all Its parts, and
.this with as tender a caro as ir it
Kvero a living tiling. Tho Interior of
many a cab may bo seen to bo cleanly
.kept, In splto of tho cinders, soft coal
dust and other wasto of tho road, and
not Infrequently a picture or two
ndorns some corner. So does tho on
'gineor, Heated by tho open window,
has hand upon tho lover of steel which
.controls tho movement of tho glonm
ing rails, feels a genulno prldo In tho
great engine so completely under hla
guidance. Nowburyport Nows.
Our Country.
Ono brother is n rich merchant in
tho Strnits Settlements on tho Malay
Peninsula. Tho other brother wus,
until a few weeks ago, tho cook In -i
cheap rcstuurnnt on South Clark
street. Tho merchant sent to tho cook n
draft for sufllclent money to pay his
cxponses out to Asln, and tho cook
gavo up Ills Job nnd hns started for
his brother's homo. Tho Interesting
thing about tho wholo incident, says
the Chicago Tribune, Is tho letter,
written by the wealthy merchant,
which accompanied tho draft.
In tho first placo tho draft was mndo
payable in Now York.
"I send you tho money In n draft
payable In Now York," wroto tho
brother from far-off Asiu. "You can
go over and get It cashed thcro. On
tho wny I wish you would stop at Tex
as and seo brother Thomas. I haven't
hoard from him for two years now
and I'd llko to know how he's getting
along."
Happy Forgetfulness.
Vou lot mo hold your hand nt will
And guzo Into your eyes tho while.
Catch jour low voice's tender thrill
And: batho mo In your welcomo smllo.
But when. Impatient of delay,
1 drew still closer, bolder grown
You turned your blushing cheek awuy
And bado mo lot tho lips alone.
And lator, when In trustful rest.
As ono who dreamed or heeded not.
lour lips to mlno wero softly pressed
Starting you whlspcrod, "I forgot!"
Btrango that oblivion's shrouding gloom
Should crimson to such wealth of bliss!
That Lotho's drop should burst uud bloom
And llower In ecstasy a kiss!
Can lack of thought so softly bring
Hiich Imppy glow to lips and oyes?
Is heedlessness so sweot a thlnir?
'llien, suro, 'tis folly to bo wise!
Ah! lot each Instnnt's Joy efface
Tho Instant past, whou lips hero mot
Still flmllo away each mantling trace.
Still kiss inc. lovo, and still-forget.
And when chill tlmo has nshened o'er
yn iijh wiin age's Hitter dust.
Then wo'll bo thoughlful-not boforol
1'hcn wo'll remember when wo must!
I'hlladclphlu 1'ress.
Morgan's Quiet Rebuke.
Hero Is a conversation that Wall
street men Insist took plate between
J. Pierpont Morgnn and John W. Gates
at the tlmo when tho lnttor was doing
eoron lemnrknbly heavy plunging both
In tho stock market and at tho raco
tracks. Wall street is recalling it
Just now with much interest.
"Mr. Gates, I wish you wouldn't
gnmblo bo openly. It has a bad offect
on tho market," said Mr. Morgan.
"Tho doors aro open when I do
tlrings," replied Mr. Gates In his usual
b!;iff fashion.
"Doors wero mado to shut, Mr.
GmUjs," was Mr. Morgan's quiet roply,
rb thoy soparatod. Now York Tlmos,
The Janitor Philosopher.
"Slzo does not always count," said
tho Janitor philosopher. "Thor is moro
seen through keyholes thon through
th,' biggest windows In th' wur-ruldi"
"I hope you will not consider this nn
rtnpropltlous moment, hut you know
It hns long beon my ono wish to mnko
you my wife."
J.ord Cartlolgh hai' tossed his cigar
ctto over tho side :i momont before,
nnd his faco look on that look of earn
estness which most men, bo thoy lord
or layman, nro apt to feel during that
period whon'thoy nro utipromely con
scloun of themselves.
"Now, Uertlo," said his rompnnlon,
looking nt hlin nrchly, "plenso don't
get serious. It's too warm."
They wero alono on tho deck of the
yacht her father's boat. It was twi
light In Newport harbor.
"Why shouldn't I ho serious? Mny
ho It Is common for a man to fall in
lovo with n woman but, surely, my
dear girl, It Is a serious matter to fall
In lovo with it woman llko you."
Sho tapped her foot Impatiently on
the deck".
"Now. Itertie," sho snld, "let's ho
fair with each other. You aro a real
nice hoy, ami I like you. I oven llko
you for yourself alono. It Isn't your
fault that you wero horn In a station
thnt requires nn nnnual expenditure
or a hundred thousand or so to bo
comfortable, and thnt you don't hap
pen to hnvo It. ll you married a
poor girl you'd bo a fool. You'd mako
her unhappy, nnd It wouldn't do. So
you naturally do what Is expected or
you."
"Hut I toll you I lovo you."
"Of course you do but beroro you
permit yourself this llttlo Indulgenco
you looked up pnpa In tho mercantllo
register. Munston & Co.. bankers nnd
brokers, Ilrond street. Ilranch olllces
In London, Paris and Berlin. Capital
anything over ten millions. Marriage
able daughter Octnvln. Can bo se
cured by right party, nnd so forth, and
ho forth. Now, didn't you?"
Ixird Cartlolgh got up nnd took a
turn on tho deck. Ho witched bin
moustache nervously. A launch,' re
turning with tho latest afternoon pa
pers, glided up to tho side. Tho man
placed them on the table nnd went
forward. Then Cartlolgh said:
"It's deuccdly cruel of you to put It
that way. I mny bo a product of my
sot, as you say. Hut I'm a better sort
than that. I'm not a cad, you know."
Sho put her hand on his arm.
"Of course you'ro not," sho said.
"Iteally, Uertlo, you'ro all sorts or
good things. Hut read this."
Ho took up tho paper sho handed
Realizing the
Porhaps It was a, sort of accident
that first suggested the thing to lilm.,
At first ho refused to bellovo it. Ho
declared that It was an optical illu
sion or tho result of hnvlng over
strained his nerves by smoking six
teen strong cigars at tho club that
night, when his hnblt was to smoko
only a dozen, or thirteen at tho most.
Thero waB a mistake, somewhere, at
all events.
And yet, when he looked Into tho
mirror again and again, It wiib Btlll
there, and It seemed to grow lnrgor
and more glaringly vlslblo at each
succeeding survey. It was emphatic,
itislstnnt, importunate not to bo
downed.
Still ho would not accept this evi
dence; ho could not, fur It was too
unreasonable a thing to bo so.
All, a Imppy thought!
He might bo asleep aud dreaming it
nil. This gavo him doublo assuranco
that his mental and physical condi
tions wero not normal, He Jabbed his
knucklos into tho tender ravine be
hind tho lower lobo of his oar to sat
isfy himself that ho really was sleeping.
Not for Russell Sage
"Nenrly every man who knows Mr
Uussell Sago can tell a story about
some kind or a flnnnclal transaction
of his; but tho stories in which Mr.
Sago puts down a cent and tnkes up
anything less nro rare. This story
Is ono of disappointment," says Col
lier's Wcokly.
"Ono dny, a young man or Mr. Sago's
acquaintance In fact, tho grnndsop of
an old friend of other days approach
ed him on tho subject of a loan of 10
for two weeks and got It. Ho prom
ised falthrully to return tho money at
a stated hour, and tho promise wns as
faithfully kopt. Mr. Sago had very
little to say whon ho gavo up tho $10
and qulto as llttlo whon ho got It back,
"A week or ton days later, tho young
man camo to see lilm again, and this
tlmo asked him for 100, making nil
sorts of representations of what ho
would do with It. Mr. Sago refused
VNAW
Young Professor.
Tho appointment of Mr. Aloxandor
W. Malr to tho Greek chair at Edin
burgh, In succession to Prof. Butcher,
has excited somo criticism, inasmuch
as tho now professor 1b only twenty
olght years old; but ho had a most dis
tinguished career at Abordeen and at
Cambrldgo, ho is a highly accomplish
cd scholar, and has acted as lecturer
and nsslstant professor of Greok at
Aberdeon and latterly at Edinburgh
with conspicuous success,
The Reasoning Child.
It was in a public school tho other
day that a class in spoiling was going
over a loBson in words of two sylla-
lilm with an air or abstraction, but as
ho looked at (hu startling headline his
florid raco turned palo In Its excite
innnt.
"What!" ho exclaimed. "Wrtt'aj
this? Munston & Co. falhi, assctr
nominal, liabilities unknown."
The paper dropped from bin hand.
"Is thnt true?" he asked.
"Oh, yes. Mamma told mo Inst
week. She's beon In town all this"
time nnd It's m unconifortablo In
town Just now trying to stave It off.
Staving It off, you know, In nn Ameri
canism, not exactly f.lang, but nonr It.
Pray, pardon mo for It. Mamma want
ed to give mo time. Comililorato of
her, wasn't it?"
"Tlmo for whnt?"
She looked .it hi in, quizzically.
"Ilertle," sho said, "you are awfully
dull and stupid but, then, that's nn
Englishman's privilege. Don't yon
uiiilerstiiuil? Mammn wanted to glvo
mo time before tho announcement In
the papers to "
"To "
It was his (urn to ntnllc rnthcr
grimly.
"Well, why didn't von? You had op
portunity enough. Why, here I havo
boon begging you every night for n
week to ho my wife. '
"I know It. Hut I thought it wns so
mean to get you Into such a scrape,
nnd then leave you to get out of It tho
best, wny you could after you hail
found out about the failure, nefllde,
I
He turned nnd caught her bunds lir
his. It was dark enough now for them
not to bo clearly seen from tho other'
decks.
"Octavla," ho said "Whatever mo
tlvo may have prompted me In tho be
ginning, can't you see now thnt I lovo
you? I don't caro If you haven't a
penny in tho world. It mukes no dif
ference. I stlil want you to bo my
wlfo, now, more than ever. Won't
you bellovo mo now?"
Sho withdraw her hand slowly and
smiled nt lilm saucily, yet with a gen-
uino trace or tenderness,
"Uertlo," sho snld, "I believed you'
all along. Hut It's out or tho question.
Maybe some day "
"Hut why now now? Now! Haven't
I proved that I loved you?"
Sho turned again uud raced lilm, na
she rose to go down Into tho cabin
perhaps for tho last time,
"You stupid boy," she snld, "don't"
you see that Just now papa and I can'
ufford It?"
Bald Truth
HenvenH! Ho wns wldo nwakof
Then It must bo truo; and yet how
could It bo?
Thero was only ono elmnco loft,-one
solo hope, nnd that ono ho clutched1
nt as an asphyxiating person is popu
larly supposed to clutch nt nHamplo
from tho remains of last ycar's'thrnsli
lug. Tho sense of Bight was merely cir
cumstantial evidence; touch must bo
prima facie, and ho hesitated beforo
putting it to this test.
Finally, with stoic and well-nigh.
heroic daring ho went to last resort.
It was true great heavens! It wns
truo beyond perndventuro!
The spot was as Block as a billiard)
ball.
To bo suro It was a very small spot,
but there was not a capillary vcBtlgo
remaining, and ho realized at last thnt
what ho accidentally had discovered;
in his looking glass was not an Illu
sionIt was tho bald truth; and, as
ho withdrew his hand from tho blank '
space top-rearward of his cranium tho
Idea came to him that It was about
time hu was getting married.
to nnte. Tho young man was sur
prised, not to say pained.
" 'Why,1 ho exclaimed, 'you know
I'll pay It all right. Didn't I sny I'd
havo thnt ten for you on Men dny, and
wasn't I tnero to tho mlnuto with
it?'
"Mr. Sago beamed softly on Iho
grandson of his old friend.
" 'My boy,' ho Haiti, with no trnco of
unklndnoss In hla tone, 'you. disap
pointed mo onco nnd I don't want you
to do It again,'
'"I bog your pardon, I did not"
argued tho youth. 'I said I would pay
you back and I did.'
" 'Yos, yes, my boy,' purred Mr. Sago,,
'you paid back tho ten, nnd I never
oxpected you would. Now If I let you
huvo a hundred I should expect jrdi4
to pay It bnck and you wouldn't. Ono
disappointment at my tlmo of llfo ls
enough, my boy. Good morning.'"
aaa
bles. Ono of tho words wns "mum
my." "Children,' Bald iho teacher,
"how many or you know tho moanlBg;
of tho word 'mummy'"? After a long:
silence ono llttlo girl raised her band..
"Woll, Maggie?"
"It means yer mother."
The teacher pointed out bcr ult
tako, and explained fully tho meanlas;;
of tho word. Presently the word'
"poppy" had to bo Bpollcd, ,,
"Who knows what 'poppy' means?""
asked tho teacher.
Tho samo llttlo girl raised her souid,.
this tlmo brlrafui of confidence.
"Woll, what's tho answer, Maggief-'
"It means a man mummy," rtsliedl
tho child.
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