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Merry Moments
With Humorists
Fixing the
By William
It was a cold day for Mr. Yapper
son when he got home after office
hours, for his wife had spoken to him
in the morning about the furnace. She
met him as he came blustering up
stairs. She 'was not as cheerful as he
was. On the contrary she was pos
itively blue with cold. She had a
rug around her shoulders.
"Gee. Susan," he puffed, "what's the
matter? You look as though you were
a carpet peddler."
Mrs. Yapperson did not go Into
roars of laughter over this joke.
"I'm frozen, that's what's the mat
ter." she replied coldly. "You've got
to go down and fix that furnace."
"I thought it was all right when I
left it this morning," ho explained,
with an air of confidence not justified
by the facts as Mrs. Yapperson was
acquainted with them.
"I know you did," she said; "but
what do you knov, about a furnace?
You don't know enough to think when
it Is right or wrong."
"Tut, tut. Susan." he soothed her,
"don't talk like that."
"Don't tut, tut me, Mr. Yapperson."
she snapped. "You seem to think
freezing is a pleasure."
"But I'm not cold, Susan," he ar
gued. "Well. I won't bandy words with a
person as disagreeable and ca!ou as
you are," she exclaimed. "There is
Jim Wit ham9 s
By Hugh
Aged Irad Biglow's face grew dole
ful as he realized his cousin had har
nessed the horse preparatory to tak
ing him and his old trunk away. And
he could think of no haven ready to
receive him.
"Wal, Irad. the wagon is waiting for
your trunk." stiffly informed Edgar.
Irad sighed. If he could but remain
a few days. "Jim Witham is the luck
iest man I ever see," he mused.
Edgar sneered bitterly. ".He's been
gitting a monopoly on some more
northern lights, eh? A monopoly no
one else can git till winter, with you
breaking the newsy secret in June. I
don't caie to listen to any more money
making schemes. Trunk is ready."
"Theie was a time limit on the
northern lights deal," winced Irad.
"However, I won't bother you no more
with Jim's good luck- Now, we'll fetch
the trunk."
Edgar bit a straw and leaned sullen
ly against a post. "I guess he's wel
come to it. Up at the north pole,
prob'ly."
The old man turned from the door
and mildly corrected: "o, nothing
with winter or long distances in it.
Only a secret of growing cotton."
"Cotton?" muttered Edgar, sinking
to the step. "Is he going south?"
"No," listlessly replied Irad. "Jest
going to grow it on his farm over in
Porter. Will you take the hind end
of the trunk?"
"Let the trunk wait a bit. It's too
hot jest now," frowned Edgar. "How
can a man grow cotton in the state of
Maine?"
"You can't grow it in northern soil,"
slowly replied Irad, gratefully resum
ing his chair.
"Wal, dod rot it! What d'ye mean?
You said I'll, take the hind end of
the trunk."
Irad rose. "Of course you can't grow
cotton up here in the soil. That's
where Jim's secret and fortune comes
In."
"What in sin You don't pretend
Jim's going to grow it in a hothouse
Hie early garden truck?" gasped Ed
gar, sitting.
"He's going to grow it on trees,"
whispered Irad.
"Trees!" mumbled Edgar, mopping
his brow.
"Apple tre2s." murmured Irad.
"How in Sam' Hill Why wal, can't
you explain?" stuttered Edgar.
"Wait till I come back from Free
man's. Besides, it's Jim's secret.','
"You seem in a awful hurry to quit
here" cried Edgar. "Ain't this place
home-like?"
"Why, yes, Edgar," sighed the old
man.
"Then don't be in a rush to git-away.
I guess you can stand it the week out
Lawd! if you had your way you'd stay
a night, aad then skedaddle. You
don't leave here till Saturday. That's
settled. Now, what about Jim
Witham?"
Irad coughed gently and explained:
"Jim is going to graft cotton onto his
Bound to Make a Blunder
Elderly Lady Meant Well but Evi
dently This Was One of Her
Unlucky Days.
- .
The daughters of a certain charm
ing old lady in- Washington are fre
quently much upset by the odd social
blunders of their parent, whose fail
ings in this respect are. however,
more than offset by her kindliness .of
wanner.
Among the callers to the house of
this family was a Mrs. Farrell, who,
sfler some years of widowhood, again
narried. this time becoming the wife
of a Mr. Meggs.
"If you love us, mother." said one
of the girls, when the newly married
lady's card had been brought in one
alteraoon shortly after the comple
tion of the honeymoon, "don't make
the mistake of calling her Mrs. Far
rell.' The mother, solemnly promised to
commit no fauxpas and as she went
downstairs was heard to repeat to
-
Furnace
J. Lampton.
only one question to settle and that Is
will you go down and fix that furnace,
or won't you?"
"To be perfectly frank with you,
Susan." he said firmly,- but respect
fully, '"I will not"
Mrs. Yapperson was startled by the
unexpectedness of it. He had never
"You Look Like a Carpet Peddler.'
spoken to her so before. There was
no time for feminine Fabian tactics.
Cotton Trees
Pendexter.
apple trees. The cotton blooms early
in May, and keeps it up till late
fall."
"Irad. look at me," Implored Edgar.
"How does Jim graft the cotton?"
"Did I promise to stay till Satur
day?" asked Irad.
"You certainly did." assured Edgar.
"Then I'll keep my promise. As to
the secret, you take a northern apple
tree and transplant it to the cotton
belt"
"Why, you said it would grow north,"
Medium-Sized Journeys
By Strickland W. Gillilan.
Elmer J. Dante, inventor, explorer
and promoter of a spiral sheol, was
formerly named Durante, but removed
the "u-r," as Jiis folks were Quakers
and preferred "thou art."
His great, great grandfather was a
crusader, which was about as badan
occupation from the moral standpoint
as there is; but the .young man was
a self-taught poet. He had had only
three lessons in verse-making from a
correspondence school at Scranton,
Bavaria, but was a crack rhymer. At
the age of only 15 he wrote in his
copy book:
"Many men of many minds.
Many birds of many kinds."
which has' become immortal.
Young Dante's poet-companions
had names that sounded like brands
of pre-digested spaghetti, and need
not, nay must not be mentioned
here. They were famous for their
finished verse, aud it is our duty and
pleasure to rejoice over its finish.
Dante had a sweetheart named Bea
trice, for whom the town of that name
in Nebraska was christened. But she
was a nice girl every other way.
Shortly after he was married and
became several fathers, a war came to
his rescue and he enlisted. He was
one of the priors of Florence, or
wherever he lived then. A prior was
a sort of tax-collector, so-called be
cause in those days, the tame as now,
they had to pry the people loose from
their impost contributions. The
Guelphs, whoever they were, were di
vided into two factions the Neri and
the Ghibellines (pronounced chil
blains), and Dante was sympathetical
ly aligned with the latter.
Dante, as one of the priors, had to
take action in the matter. Being a
poet and impractical, he advocated
firing both bunches, the former of
which contained his wife's brother,
and the latter containing most of his
own friends. This, of course, made
life at home such as to suggest the
Inferno book for which he is most fa
mous. The Ghibellines or Blanch!,
came back, after awhile, by govern
ment's permission, and' this time'
Dante himself was banished with them
because he hadn't made them stay
banished. Dante said afterward that
he woftld have given almost anything
if they hadn't come unbanished. Dante
herself. "Meggs Meggs Meggs not
Farrell."
At the. conclusion of the call, the
eld lady was met at the head of the
stairs by the daughter, who at once
observed an ominous expression of de
spondency on the old lady's face.
"Oh, mother," she exclaimed, "sure
ly you didn't"
"No, Clara," replied the mother, em
phatically, "J didn't. I was so careful
to call her Mrs. Meggs all the time."
"Well, what's the trouble, then?"
"Oh, dear!" murmured the kindly
od lady, as she sank into a chair. "It
was awful of me, I know! When I
greeted her I said: 'I am glad to see
you, Mrs. Meggs. How is Mr. Far
rell?'" Harper's Weekly.
Blood Will Tell.
Milkman Our cows are all blooded
stock.
Customer I believe you. Blue
blooded, if one may judge by the ap
pearance of the milk.'
Some of the Best
Things jnrritten
by the Acknowl
edged Masters.
She would' try bluff.
"Very well, .Mr. Yappercon," she
said, imperiously. "Very well, I shall
go to a hotel. You can stay here and
freeze Jf you want to. It is a matter
of perfect Indifference to me."
"Thank you. dear," he said, turning
away to hide his feelings, whatever
they were. "When will yo go, and
would you mind leaving your future
address so the postman will know?"
This kindly inquiry did not serve
to assuage the lady's overwrought
feelings. v
"No, I shall not. and I shall leave
immediately," and wblsiing" around
she headed for the door.
"Good-by, Susan," he murmured,
putting out his hand timidly, "and
Susan," he went on, as she paused a
moment in her flight, "as you go out,
please step down into the basement
and ask the furnaceman what's the
matter with the fire-works. I brought
him up with me and he is the best one
in town. He says if he can't make it
blister the paper on the walls ho won't
charge a cent for taking care of it
I've got him nailed to a contract till
spring."
Mrs. Yapperson stopped short and
looked steadily, but. doubtfully, into
the eyes, of the man she had promised
to love, honor and obey. Then she
went to the register and held her hand
to it. She took it away with a jerk.
"Oh," she cried, looking at him re
proachfully, and Mr. Yapperson
snorted with joy over his little "joke.
(Copyright, 1909, by W. G. Chapman.)
bitterly obtruded Edgar. -
"And so it will," affirmed Irad. "But
first the tree must be took south and
given a taste of the soil. Then you
bring it back and set it out "
"By Judas! D'ye mean I'd have to
take my two orchards, tree by tree,
down south, and then fetch 'em back?"
choked Edgar, rising.
"Why, that's what Jim Witham is
bound to do to make a success of it,"
replied Irad. "You see, the cotton
soil gives the tree "
"Bah!" cried Edgar, in great acer
bity. "We'll both keep next Saturday
in mind."
f Copy right, 1909. by W. G. Chapman.)
himself was accused of barratry, ex
tortion, corruption, horse-stealing, as
sault and battery, mayhem, arson and
loitering.
Wrhen he escaped he went to Ve
rona, and stopped at the boarding
house of Bartolommeo della Scala,
who used to be of good family and
was related to John Quincy Adams,
but whose wife had been forced by re
duced circumstances to keep boarders
ever since Bart had run for office in
an off year. Dante couldn't stand the
board with these ex-aristocrats long,
any more than men of the present day
can, and so he wandered about "like,"
as he put it, "a cow without her ud-
Dante Had
a Sweetheart
Beatrice.
Named
der" or maybe it was a ship without
a rudder or helm. During his wander
ings he visited Paris, Oxford, Pisa
Harrisburg, nd Three Oaks, Mich.
Florence asked him to come back, but
he said "No; I just had a letter from
home."
After he died, Florence was
ashamed of herself, as most towns,
are when one of their klcked-out best"
citizens dies, and wanted to put up
a monument for him, but the senate
voted down the bill because Tillman
and Cabot Lodge both favored it.
(Copyright. 1909. by W. G. Chapman.)
s
Strong Game.
Cupid and Hymen were talking
about cards.
"Ever play yourself?" asked Cupid.
"Sometimes,", responded Hymen,
cautiously.
"Indeed! And what is your; strong
est hand?"
"Oh, when kings find they, are
beaten by queens and then turn into
jacks. How about you?"
Cupid laughed a silver laugh.
"Oh. I have a hand that can't be
beat"
"Really? And what is it?"
"Why, a pair in a parlor. That has
been a winner since the world began."
Grim Reality.
The Friend Why don't you funny
men write any. more jokes about plum
bers' extortionate bills?
The ' Humorist We've found out
that they're no joke. -
Accounting for It.
"That lady certainly has an extraor
dinary amount of animal spirits. Who
is she?"
"I think she is the animal trailer at
the Zoo." - .-;. " , - "
"Tvasi JV Vsshftfll saa I"CXV
FOR THe WRI9T
Bracelets jfrrx Worn,
Tboiigb Fasbioo De
crees bagge to
iaf-trials.
WHEN fashion decreed, that short
sleeves ir ere soon doomed to ex
tinction. Teminine lovers of bracelets,
that truly barbaric form of. adornment,
sighed many signs and thought regret
fully of money expended on golden
circlets. For it was taken for granted
that the knell of elbow-length sleeves
meant also the knell of the bracelet
But fasbloa fooled them once again.
Bracelets, as a matter of fact, are
as much In vogue as ever. To be
quite truthful, they are not the bands
of heavily-chased gold, twinkling with
precious stones which modish women
have been clanking against bridge
tables, but bracelets made of silk,
of velvet, of artificial flowers, of tulle
and even of broad bands of the old-
fashioned bead work beloved of our
grandmothers.
Observers of the first-arrived model
gowns from the great dressmakers of
Paris noticed a peculiar trimming just
at the wrist of the long, close-fitting
sleeves. This trimming frequently
was the same as that employed else
where on the blouse, it always was
put on in bracelet form and generally
ended in a demure little bow at the
outside of the wrist.
This bracelet trimming was but the
forerunner of many other bracelets
made of materials distinctly new to
this peculiar use. Now we see the
debutante coquettishly banding her
wrist with a circle of blue forget-me-nots
or tiny pink "button" roses. She
wears them over her sleeve if a long
sleeved gown is worn, or over her
glove if in a decollete gown. There is
even a hint of a revival of wrist
length gloves with very short puffed
sleeves. In that case the bracelet of
flowers will be still more in evidence,
for it is necessary to wear something
to break the hard line of the glove
against the bare arm.
Black velvet ribbon, so long worn
clasping the neck, now forms brace
lets, pinned with a small brooch in
tne good old-fashioned way. If the
brooch is a quaint antique, so much
the better. A length or tulle in white
or colors is affected by the girl who
goes In for picturesque effects. She
ties it closely around her wrist with
long ends hanging from a tight little
bow.
Curiosity shops that make a spe
cialty of old-fashioned jewelry have
been searched lately for the bands of
woven beads clasped with old chased
gold clasps which were so much prized
by our grandmothers. They bid fair
to be quite as highly prized by the
girls of this generation, for great is
the rejoicing of the woman who finds
a bead bracelet of particularly quaint
design. A pattern of red roses on a
background of turquoise blue beads is
an effective combination which age
tones into quite a good scheme of
color and the discovery of a bead
bracelet bearing a motto, sentimental
or scriptural, is considered very lucky.
PdDir ttftne
Man-o'-War Suit for Boy
of 6 to 8 Years.
Coat for
'6 to 8
W
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HITE or navy serge, or white duck are the materials generally chosen
for this style of suit for a boy. The blouse is made to slip over the
head and hangs quite loose, so that it is really quite easy to make up;
the collar is adjustable and may be either of linen or serge. A straw
bat is worn. Materials required: 2 yards 46 Inches wide.
Coats for Girl from Six to Ten Years. These coats may either of them be
made up In cloth, serge, or coating. The first, which is modeled for a girl of
six to eight years, has three flat pleats each side front and back, turning from
the center; the collar and waistband are ornamented with braid trimmings.
HaJjOf straw., trimmed ;With -.chiffon and bunches of daisies. Material re
quired: 2 yards 46 inches wide. -
The second is for an older girl, from eight to ten years; it Is double
breasted and -has Inverted pleats on each side of front and back; straps of
galloon are earned over the shoulders, the collar and sleeves being trimmed
with the same. Hat composed of pleated lace and trimmed with silk rosettes.
Materials required: 2 yards 46 Inches wide, zft yards galloon.
IN pquE
Voiles aad silks all have borders.
The petticoat -is being reinstated.
Scarfs are as much sought for as
ever.
Hat ornaments are large and con
spicuous. There are buckles studded with
tiger eyes.
Giant bows are popular, pinned
close to hats.
Children will be seen mostly in
tan shoes and stockings.
Children's hats turn up or down;
they are rarely straight ,
There is a rage at present for pat
tern materials of all sorts.
Every hat sets low on the head
even lower than the winter hat
Figured serge and figured tussore
are both exceedingly popular.
Loose lace coats to wear over mus
Ua robes will be stylish.
Somr'jSfmpIe Kxerr
ds$ That WffliSo;
iucb for Injprove
r tt)ot of Figure
THE coming vogue for snug-fitted
bodices fs 'going "to disclose some
distressingly rounded shoulders that
onr kindlier blouses and baby waists
concealed. The young woman who
values a good appearance will there
fore spend her time most profitably
in strengthening those muscles which
hold 'the shoulder blades In place. A
little set of exercises for this purpose
would take up very little of her time,
perhaps ten minutes night and morn
ing, and the benefit derived would be
both lasting and far-reaching. The
exercise must of course be taken en
negligee in order to get the full bene
fit of it and preferably Just before the
bath.
The amount to be taken by any one
person can best be measured by the
fatigue that it brings on the Muscles,
all things in moderation being a very
wise rule.
First to develop the shoulder
muscles, assume an erect standing
position, then hunch the shoulders
as high as possible at the same time
that the bead is thrown slightly up
ward and backward. Now rotate the
shoulders forward, downward and
backward with vigor, remembering
that it does the most good when it
nips. In repeating this cycle of move
ments be sure to maintain the body
in its original erect position, with
chest high and head back.
Secondly, double your fists, bring
your knuckles together on. your chest
with thumbs downward, raise the
elbows to the .exact level of the shoul
ders, and then with one quick, vig
orous movement . bend your elbows
backward until your fists touch your
shoulders and your shoulder blades
nip. Repeat by bringing your fists to
gether again over your chest and
then nip-nip-nipping, with your elbows
on the level with your shoulders.
To counteract the tendency to
drooping head that so often accom
panies round shoulders, stand erect.
place the clasped hands on the back
of your neck, and with chin in and
every muscle tense bend your bead
backward, then forward, as far as pos
sible. Remember that the head is
pushed backward without the face
turning upward at all.
To widen the chest that so inevit
ably narrows with stooping shoulders
and incidentally to place the collar
bones less prominently place your
hands on your hips, or rather just
your finger tips, as the elbows should
be kept as high as possible, and slow
ly take in a deep breath, at one and
the same time rising on tiptoe and
bending your elbows back sharply.
Then as you exhale let yourself down
off your toes and bring the elbows
back to their normal position. This
exercise will do little good unless you
are careful to press the elbows neither
up nor down, but horizontally back
ward. MMrenn
Girl from
Years.
Coat for Girl from
8 to 10 Years.
Square-Cut Bodices Set Sleeves Lower.
It is said by those who know that
bodices are to be cut more squarely
across the shoulders, and therefore
the sleeves will be set lower oc the
arms. - This will be accomplished by
running the shoulder seams much
longer than we have bad them during
the directoire period.
This smacks something of the sec
ond empire. But everybody Is pre
pared for anything just now.
White Serge Smart
White serge is going to be smarter
than ever.
A white serge princess dress made
with big button molds and a Dutch
neck makes any woman look charm
ing. This can be relieved if necessary
by a tie of "black satin having for a
finish two little gilt tassels, l
House Purse Down-Stairs.
It is an excellent plan, if you live in
a house, to have a "house purse" down
stairs in a convenient place, so that
when a little change is needed for
something you are not obliged to run
upstairs for it
Pekind
A
iemorial
Claire Wallace, QyriD
HE rat-a-tat or the
drums and the
dauntless voice of
the fife began to
awaken the quiet
streets early in the
morning. Adam
Roth, brought to his
window by the in
sistent call of the
fifes, raised his eyes
to the cloudless blue
of the spring sky J
and then let them
shift back uneasily
to his shabby room.
As the sounds died away, Adam
went and stood beside the bed. On it
was laid the full uniform of a Zouave,
discolored with the smoke of many
battles, ragged and worn with the
stress of weary marches. Near one
shoulder a faded stain spoke of a
wound received at Alexandria.
Adam looked long on this uniform,
and then, brushing away a mist before
bis eyes, he whispered the name
"Dan!" Dan, the brave brother who
had first donned them in '61, who had
with unabated love and energy and
pride worn them on every Memorial
day since the first, had gone to the
great "assembly," and only Adam was
left.
And Adam! There was no part for
him in all these half pleasant) half
"There Goes One of Those
sad, reunions, these enthusiastic pa
rades through the great city, these
glorious awakenings of memories of
deeds well done in the past That was
what ate into his soul and blotted out
the light In his face. He had been a
coward coward! In those days, when
the uniform before him had been a
bright red. and the gun. leaning
against the foot of the bed, had
sparkled and shone, he had failed to
answer the bugle call of his country.
The sounds in the street below grew
louder, and the sun streamed into the
room, sending a sudden riot to Adam's
heart. The veins in his temples
throbbed like ceaseless threshing ma
chines, separating all the chaff of his
long life of failure and cowardice
from this strange, burning prayer that
sprang up within him, that he might
once, only once, go forth in the uni
form of the country he loved, to march
behind the flag he had failed to pro
tect, to be an American soldier!
He found himself taking off bis coat
with shaking hands, and, almost be
fore he realized it. he was hurrying
into the uniform. He dusted the moth
eaten fez and put it on his head. The
worn tassel fell over his ear. and he
tossed it back with a new, free fling
of his head. The mantle of Dan
seemed truly to have fallen upon him.
bringing with it the spirit of '61.
He went down into the street. Dan's
rifle across his shoulder, his Zouave
jacket lending strength and erectnes3
to his weary back.
A man leading two little boys by the
hand pointed him out to the children.
"There goes one of those grizzly old
fighters, boys. I tell you, they did
great work!" The words reached
Adam and sent a gleam to bis eyes.
He saw the lines of silent people on
each side of the avenue, and the ciash
of a military band sounded in his ear.
The parade was passing Adam
grasped his gun with nervous, tense
fingers. The men wore the familiar
baggy red trousers, the short jacket,
the jaunty little cap. They were the
Zouaves.
With one great throb of his heart
Adam stepped into the street and
swung into line. The man next to him
glanced in his direction, and his face
whitened.
Dan Roth! Surely old Dan Roth
was dead! The whole post had heard
of it nearly a year ago. Who, then,
CibIBbbIIIHbw ntLllvlsViMV
DAyi
iwas this silent, mysterious figure.
springing suddenly from the crowd
and joining them?
"Who are your asked the man.
Adam wavered a moment before he
answered. The simple query blotted
out his cherished dream; perhaps it
would make the continuance of hi
march impossible. But finally he
turned and answered:
"Dan Roth's brother."
Suddenly he felt the silent encour
agement of a handshake. The vet
eran meant to be his friend. Then
the command of "Forward march!"
came to them, and they were off once
more, this time flashing warm, triumph
ant, into Riverside drive. The Ions
march was over.
Beside him stood the color-bearer,
holding aloft the tattered glory of the
regiment. The words of the orator
floated on the quivering air. and the
cannon boomed from the gunboat ir
the river; but all sounds now seemec
to come to Adam from a great dis
tance. He was aflame with the spirit
of devotion; the darkened. lamp o,
patriotism had been lighted anew in
him, and in the whole world there was
nothing else.
Presently Adam's kindling eyes fell
upon a man among the crowd of spec
tators, a man whose haggard face and
twitching body marked him apart.
Itage, wild, unreasoning rage at fate.
Grizzly Fighters, Boys."
cried out from all his features. With
some fascination Adam noticed that
his eyes were fastened upon the flair.
or all that was left of it. But what
a gaze. His glance was a menace, his
look burnt with the hatred of one
whose hand is forever set against the
insignia of law and royalty.
The ceremonies were drawing to a
close. A bugler stepped forward and
played the first bar of the "Star Span
gled Banner." From his higher place
Adam saw the man whom he had been
watching push his way to the edge of
the crowd, directly facing the flag.
The people were singing now. The
man laughed. Above the voice of pal
pitating youth and earnest age A.rtam
heard it. and clutched his hand at his
side. What did this man nieaii to
do? Such- wildness. such enmity,
would not go unsatisfied. The man's
hand went to his pocket. Adam look
a step nearer the standard-bearer,
whose, dim eyes were ignorant of dan
ger. Adam seemed to feel in some in
tuitive way what this poor, fanatic
creature below meant to do. But he
must not be allowed to do it he must
not!
The man's arm shot out. Something
gleamed in the sunshine, something
sang in the air above the words "in
trimuph shall wave," and an old
Zouave stumbled and fell forward
upon the white stones.
The commander of the post stooped
over the fallen man and lifted his
head. The man was a stranger to
him. He looked at a Zouave standing
near, silently questioning him.
"He pushed in front of Peterson,
sir, just as that scoundrel fired. He
tried to grasp the flag. sir. I guess he
saw what the fellow aimed at"
"Who Is he?" asked the officer. "And
what is he doing here? He is not one
of my men."
"He was Dan Roth's brother. We
have all heard of him he was the
boy that wouldn't join in '61. But to
dayhehe" The old man knelt down beside Adam.
Just below the dim stain on the shoul
der of Dan's jacket, the stain which
marked that day at Alexandria, there
was a new, fresh one. The heart that
lay beneath it was at peace.
(Copyright. 1909. by J. B. Lippincott Co.
Every noble life leaves the fiber of
It Interwoven forever in the works of
the world. Ruskin.
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