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tattoo was given to Mra. Smith aa ebe
stepped to her new place. There was still
some waiting for the report of the' tell
ers upon minor committees and Mrs.
Heller occupied the time with a report
of her visit to Washington, where she
represented the club at the National
Congress of Mothers.
Announcement was made by Mrs.
McKelvey that the city improvement
committee would hold a public meeting
at Creigbton hall on Wednesday even
ing, and the new department for the
study of the French language empha
sised its meeting on Wednesday after
aeon at 4 o'clock.
Definite information has been received
from the Philadelphia delegation to the
aanaal meeting of the National Federa
tion of Women's clubs which meets in
Denver in June. The Philadelphia dele
gation will stop at Omaha enroute to
take part in the "Omaha prelude" to
the annual convention. Nearly all of
the eastern deleeations have announced
a determination to do the same thing
aad June 18 and 19, the dates fixed for
this gathering of the clans f rem all sec
tions, promise to be a notable occasion.
Women of national reputation will be
hare and the exercises will be of a most
interesting nature.
The 'information from Philadelphia
aBBounces that a delegation of thirty
women will start from the city of broth
erly love for the west and will put in
two fnli days in Omaha. Among the
women constituting this delegation are
several of national reputation, including
Mrs. Edward Longstreth, Mrs. Mum
feed, Mrs. Cornelius Stevenson, presi
dent of the Civic club of Philadelphia
aad a woman of great prominence in
public matters, Miss Agnes Repplier,
author aad critic, Miss Clare de Graffen
reid of the United States bureau of
labor.
Special (rrc8pondciKC.
William Reed Dunbov.
BY THE WAY, HOW ABOUT THAT
SUMMER TRIP?
Which way are you going this year?
We want a word with you on the sub
ject. You know its our business to help
.yes oat in plans for a railroad or steam
ship trip and we are always glad to do
co. But wa seed your assurance to
start with. Just tell us where you want
to go and we will furnish you with plans
aad apecificatioM in the shape of routes,
rates, time scLedoisa, luxury of equip
seat, etc, etc.
Remember that this year we are more
is the passenger business than ever. If
yea doubt this statement please go to
the corner of Ninth aad S street and
view oar superb nw passenger station,
aaely appointed aad designed for the
ceaveaisace and comfort of Elkhrra
Northwestern Hoe passengers, and then
waea ready, to. go north, east, south or because he was so "stingy" as
La Moille, III., May 16. This is a
sleepy little village, its Sabbath quiet,
broken only at intervals by the intrusion
of the outer secular world. Twice or
tbnee a day the discordant shriek of the
locoxotive creates a ripple in the slum
brous atmosphere, and then there is
quiet again.
The town is old. Quaint houses nestle
among great lilac bushes, purple with
their painfully sweet blossoms. Long
rambling houses with wide verandas
and lawns severed with flowering shrubs.
And back of the houses a background of
apple and peach trees, great boquets of
color, opalescent and glorious. Yester
day was apple blossom Sunday. In the
soft, misty, silvery rain, the blossoms
glistened and the ground beneath the
trees were patterned with a rare carpet
of pink and snow.
And the wide streets were gras9 green
and a golden sprinkling of dandelion
flowers brightened the emerald carpet
Everywhere there is evidence of age and
youth. The old houses are partially
covered with the climbing rose, the old
fences are sheltered by shrubs and tbe
great trees are festooned with vines of
ivy, woodbine and grape. Tbe very
graves are covered with vines and flowers
and there is a mantle of beauty to hide
every ugly thing.
In tbe woods that skirt the village,
the umbrella-like leaves of May apple
spread close to the earth and the ground
is almost purple with violete in places.
Tbe wild plum, the crab apple and the
hawthorne are all in full bloom and the
woods are like a garden. All manner of
birds sing and the chirp of the red
squirrel sounds shril'y in the depths of
the wood.
But there are no prairies here. You
are penned in by groves and woods and
can see but a little way. -There is a
cramped feeling that cornea over one
used to the domed ek and the round
ring of the horizon. All one has is a
little patch of sky rimmed about with
trees. One's possessions are circum-'
scribed, and a full, wide breath seems
impossible.
I don't know how old the village is,
but it is many yeare since the first house
was built. In tbe centre of the town is
a common where the grass is entirely
green. This is where the school child
ren play. Facing the common is a fine
new brick school hou S3, the monument
to a miser who depirtiogfrom this world
left a part of his money to educate the
rising generation.
For years "Old Jo Allen" was a well
known character. He was immensely
wealthy, owning much land, and land
worth $100 an acre means something.
But all bis life long be starved and
pinched and saved. He lived alone, an
old lonely bachellor, in a little tumble
down hut He was not admired much
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But cad to Bay there was a meeting of tTYUKA.
the elders in the pretty little Baptist
church Saturday and they .erased a Beyond the teeming city's gates there Iks
man's name from the record of the Another city 'neath the crairie ikies.
church and he is excommunicated, be
cause he looked upon the wine when it
was red and the beer when it was brown
and became drunken and tipsy.
But yesterday was apple blossom Sun
day and even tbe thought of the drunken
church member could not dim the glory
of tbe day. Tbe usual Sabbath still
ness was yet more still and a holy hush
pervaded the villiage. And today the
sun shines, the birds sing and the clean
washed sky IookB down on a world of
glory, a new world born out of the brow n
and white winter.
lb streets are silent of the steps of men
Aad silent of their jars and noise and cries.
Each narrow house it roofed with fragrant
sod
Over which the long cool grasses bend ana
nod
And ever like a finger grimly stands
A shaft of marble pointing up to God.
And neither wintry cold nor ""mrr sun
Nor budding ffowV nor faded withered one
Can make or mar, can bring, a sigh or
smile,
For all their laughter and their tears are
done.
A. S. Fielding,
City Ticket Agent, 117 80. Tenth St.
The city's gates swing open night and day
It was ea the golf links at Trouvilie.
Hilltop was about to play, when a French
cad sir got in his way.
-Ferer cried Hilltop.
Ha dossa't kaow what fore mean,"
said Barlow'. -Speak in French."
"Qaatrer yelled Hilltop. Harper's
-raoae.Baaa." said Bobbie, "that the
geveraateat isn't buying its torpedoes
of Mf.SpUlkiBsdowBiB the village. I
get aBaie share lost fourth of July and
haM at taasa would not go off." Harper's
pie said. From afar comes the sound ot war.
But what a difference death makes! and the mail brings many letters back
And again how much more respect we to the waiting ones at home from the ABke to rich and ooor. to Af anJ -
have for a man sometimes after his will brave soldier ladies who may never see And as the gates swing shut, there k no
is read. When the will of this stingy old the quiet little village again. And all p
bachellor was read it was found that he the little boys wear blue uniforms and jjor small, for aU deductions sweep away
had left $30,000 for a school building for carry wooden swords. The little girls .
the little town, and now he is "Mr. wear flags and violets in their braided " and the saint noth there abide
hair, while the maidens carry a soldier's "L cowaro, rags and pride,
picture In a locket about their throats J?"11- aad mufd""
and weep in the fragrant night for a J00
soldier lover who may never return. And Tht nman,all he sleeping side by side.
still, yesterday was apple blossom bun- No sound of war's alarums reach Hrri
da and the glory remains today.
Frederick A:; Stokes Company, pub
bakers, 57 aad 29 Wast Twenty-third
tract, New Tack.
Joseph Allen' and the school is the
Allen school and the old man's picture
hangs in every room. A magnificent
aoaumeat to an old bachellor, is it not?
The churches are white with green
blinds and the trees shelter and almost
hide them. Old cracked bells call the
worshippers out at morning and night
And nearly every one goes to churcb.
Those who do not, are looked upon as
kance by the more respectable, and an
agnostic is a terrible thing. No vulgar,
saloon sign pollutes the gaze along the
street aad a drunken man is looked up
on as a snake might be in Ireland.
Sue Supposing everyone thought be
fore speaking?
Prue Why, jou'd be able to hear a
pin drop.
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there,
Nor peers upon them solemn vkaged care,
A peace that passeth human ken, above
The cky broods, a peace we all shall share.
William Reed Dunroy.
"Do you know." said the Thrush to the
Lark, "that the Bullfinch is piping love
lays to you?" vv 8
"I take no stock in pipe stories," re
plied the wise bird.