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IF HE SHOULD
Ymi, on the heavy load,
1'i.viiiR your cruel goad.
Ate you a pagan? "So."
Bitterly you reply,
I' I am a Christian!" Why,
'JJien, docs your stinging blow
Fad on the poor, old. b.iud slave that luss
Nerved you Ions?
Why is your look unkind?
v by do you curse beta use
You have been forced to pause.
Leaving a little space for the feet of the
passing throng?
A Christian, you are, you say
Y hat it Jle passed this wav?
Would you dare to tail to Ilim. "See,
O Christ! how 1 follow Thee?"
You are a "Christian," too.
Yen with the greedy clutch;
hwlren must toil for you,
Making your profit much.
J our heart is a nest for greed.
Y ou covet your neighbor's gains, you are
blind to your servants' need;
j on sit in your pew and dream
Of the clink of gold and its gleam,
Aiuli Christian's glory you claim,
Ai.d Hie heathen you deem unclean nr.d
the pagan immersed in shame.
What if lie passed this way
What if lie came to-day!
Would you dare to call to Him,
"See,
O Christ: how 1 follow Thcc?"
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atrimonial
AY, old girl," exclaimed the
rnl ! w-i-v ltnrcf fno1 ill i n
Si
the room, "here's some-
I thir.? for vonr birthdav!
111
Hadn't got any tin before.
It s a sort of a jar tcr 'lowers. It only
cost nine-pence three-farthing?, but it
looks quite line, don't you think? How
old itre you to-day, Jen?" Jenny
Bruce Shuddered artistically. "Don't!"
she exclaimed. "The mater was say
ing you are getting on," continued the
frank brother; "she said Clare was
married years before your age, and
wouldn't make out why you are not.
She says you're too particular, and
that it don't pay now young men are
so scarce. Don't stay on the shelf, old
girl. Why not make up to some duf
fer? You aren't so bad looking, you
know."
"Been use they are all fools'" retort
ed the prettiest Miss Bruce, in dis
gust. "Thanks for the jar; it is very
pretty," she added listlessly.
"And you don't look so old," went on
Bobbie.
"I suppose people will next be re
marking how young I look for my
age." she said with a shrug. 'Terhaps
mother would like me to put a matri
monial advertisement into the paper."
"I say, what a jolly lark," exclaimed
1b 'j boy. Then he jvus silent, thinking
deeply.
I lis sister did not notice his unusual
thoughtf ulness. As a rule when Bob
bio looked thoughtful people expected
the worst.
She was busy wonderin.T if, after all,
flu: had not been a little hasty in re
fusing nearly ten years ago her first
lover, because he was under six feet,
itnd had gray eyes instead of black;
her ideal being at that time a cross be
tween a brigand and a poet. She had
. hanged her ideals since, also her lov
ers. Among the men that had pro
posed to her there was not one she
could tolerate now except Hobert Tom
lyn. He had been rather nice, after
.-ill, but she had lost sight of him
shortly after his dismissal, and be
yond the fact that he had goue to Lon
don, she knew nothing
She wondered what made her think
of him again. Was it because her dear
est friend had just got engaged to the
man who once had had no eyes for
uny one but her? A young man who
was making his way in the world, too.
Her mother and married sisters had
spoken rather tartly about it. She was
reminded that marriage or a governess-ship
would be all that she had to
look forward to if anything happened
to her father.
For a moment she was a little sorry
frhc had let Bella carry off Dick Weath
er by. A few days later Bobbie burst
again into the room where she was
reading. He waved a paper and letter
triumphantly. "Cheer up, old girl,"
he said encouragingly, "there's a
chance yet! Cot an answer straight
away, and he's coming to the end of
the street by 5 this afternoon."
"What on earth are you talking
about?" asked Jenny.
"The matrimonial advertisement, of
course. I put it in for you, and I've
got a chap as easy as wink. You'll be
able to fix it up to-day, and then, when
the mater starts ragging, you can just
iell her you've collared a chap and that
she can keep her hair on."
"Good heavens!" gasped Jenny, turn
ing white.
"There's nothing to funk " he was
beginning.
'Let me see the paper and letter,"
she cried distractedly.
"It's u ripping ad.," he said proudly,
pointing it out. "Cost a shilling, too,
ImU I guessed you'd pay that back
gladly enough when you were fixed
up or .'a; would."
"A young lady with b'ae eyes
'. t mi golden hair, answering to the
i name of Jenny, wants to meet a
'ivnini" trontleman with a view to
i.V,h.i innni" ofviitlr tlfivntf"
A I!
PASS THIS Was.-
You in your silks arrayed,
You in your costly case.
You who have e'en betrayed
Love for your luxuries.
You who in riches loll.
With never a woni -A hope or pity for
those who fall,
YoU are a "Christian." too.
Your prayer book is kept in view;
With jewels around "your throat.
You bear of your neighbor's shame, and
deep in your heart you gloat!
Oil, what if lie passed this way,
Meek and lowly, to-day?
Would you dure to call to Him. "See,
Hear Lord! how 1 follow Thee?"
You with your millions, you
Who are bribing men to do
Foul wrongs that your gains may swell,
You are a Christian: there
Is your bishop's card, and well
Have you given, O millionaire.
That steeples may tower high
And that people in passing by
May turn and regard with awe
You who have power to sway and who
prostitute the law;
To all who will give you heed
Y'ou boast with self-righteousness that
yours is the Christian creed!
"A Christian am 1," -on sav.
But what if He passed this way?
Would vou dare to call to Him, "See,
O Christ! how I follow Thee?"
S. E. kiser.
Advertisement,
"Oh, you bad, wicked boy!" she cried
in a burst of rage, "what have you
done! I am disgraced! , 'Answering to
the name of Jenny.' Oh, oh. I might
be a dog."
"There's gratitude!" cried the boy,
amazed and injured. "Aren't you glad?
Aren't you going to thank me? And
I've written to the fellow and made
the appointment, and saved you all the
trouble but the courtiu', an' girls can
do that some!"
"You've written to him! Did you
give him ray full name?" wailed Jenny.
"Of course I gave your full name,
stupid; here's his letter; says he'll be
charmed to meet you as appointed, and
I call it jolly decent of him!"
Her fingers shook as she read the
fatal confirmation of the letter; then
her eyes fell on the signature, and she
turned crimson and gasped again. It
was signed "Bobert Tomlyn." "He'll
be waiting," went on Eobbie, "and if
yon don't turn up he'll come to the
house, and everybody will know. But
your hat on and cut:" "I must go and
explain; oh, this is dreadful," mur
mured Miss Bruce frantically, as she
ran upstairs and put on her hat her
most b eco m i n g h a t.
"lie can't think I've gane off,, at any
rate," was her secret thought, as she
met her reflection in the glass.
"Shall I go with you?" demanded her
brother eagerly.
".No, you horrid, wicked little brute;
I never want to speak to you again.
How am I to explain to Mr. Tom
lyn" "Well, if he's on the marrying job as
well," was the coarse reply, "you
won't need much explainin'. Tell him
it's 0. K., and get hitched up together,
and mind you don't act the stingy over
the cake."'
"This is is quite a delightful sur
prise," said a young man a very good
looking young man, Jenny decided;
she had forgotten he was so attractive
raising his hat, as she got to the end
of the street.
"What must you think!" she began
incoherently, blushing vividly. "But it
wasn't me at all; it was Bobbie; he did
it all for a trick, and I knew nothing
about it till he brought the paper and
letter in just now, and I came to ask
you to go away at once."
"Well, it's just a coincidence; there's
no harm in having a little chat for the
sake of old times," he returned eagerly.
"If you are the sort of man that
that answers matrimonial advertise
ments, it's a pity to waste your time,"
she replied rather spitefully. "No
doubt another girl is waiting for you
elsewhere."
"It caught my eye and it amused
me," he explained quickly, "and just
for curiosity I answered it. When a
reply caine signet! Janet Bruce, I won
dered if it could possibly be you.'and I
came on spec. Please don't be angry.
Let's take it as it was meant merely
as a joke. I thought you were mar
ried: I'm sure I saw an announce
ment." "St, I nni not," she replied a little
grimly. "It would bo one of my sis
ters. How strange you should remem
ber mo!" she added.
"I never forgot you," ho returned, by
no means truthfully, for he had quite
forgotten his old love, in new ones,
till her name recalled her to his re
membrance. Then he decided that he
had never really loved any girl but
her, and was quite sure of it when her
eyes looked up into his.
Then Bobbie dashed into them.
"Here's the mater." he said excitedly;
"you'd better hook it, you chap, and
Jen can look the other way." "I wish
you would go away!" said his sister
very savagely. Bobby winked.
"Oh, spoiling sport, am 1! Well,
here's the mater anyway."
"Mother," said Miss Bruce composed
ly, "I think you remember Mr. Tomlyn;
I met him unexpectedly a minute ago."
"Very nnexpeetedly !" murmured
Bobbie. "My, you're n cool 'un. Jen!"
"How do you do?" said Jenny's
mother very graciously. "What a pleas
ant surprise! Y'ou will come and have
some tea?''
"I shall be charmed," said Mr. Tom
lyn. "I hope you mean business all
right?" said Jenny's brother to Mr.
Tomlyn in the hall, as the young man
at last departed. Jenny flushed a line
scarlet, and Mr. Tomlyn grew suddenly
deaf.
"Good-by;. Miss Bruce, so pleased to
have come across you again," he murmured,-and
ran down the steps.
Bobbie followed him. "Say, that ad.
cost me a bob," he said, in an injured
tone.
Mr. Tomlyn handed over half-n-crown.
"I haven't change," he ex
plained; "keep it."
"But is it worth it?" Robbie thought
it polite to say, while grabbing hastily
at the coin before Mr. Tomlyn could
think better of it and find a shilling
after all.
"I think," said Mr. Tomlyn slowly,
"that it may possibly be worth it.
Do you ever take your sister out for a
walk or anything?" he inquired, when
the boy turned to go.
"No fear!" was the vigorous reply.
"I think I would if I Avere you. It
might be worth it. I should suggest
your escorting her to the park to-morrow
by five. If I happen to be stand
ing by the Marble Arch I will relievo
you. of your duties. If you have to go
away suddenly you need not mind us."
"I twig!" winked the boy. "I've seen
spooners before!"
"It's nothing of that sort," said Mr;
Tomlyn haughtily.
"It never is," said Bobbie, "but you
needn't look foolish; it's the sort of
thing one expects from a matrimonial
advertisement."
He beguiled his sister out next day;
it was seldom he honored her with his
company, and though she could not
quite understand it, she went in the
end.
They came across Mr. Tomlyn at the
Marble Arch. He seemed amazed at
meeting them. "Who would have
thought it!" he said.
Jenny glanced sharply at Bobbie,
whose face betrayed him, but she made
no remark. She permitted the change
of escort without a word. There was
something decidedly attractive about
Bobert Tomlyn.
This accidental meeting was the first
of many, and one day Bobert, having
made up his mind that Jenny was not
only his first but absolutely his last
love, mentioned the little matter to
her. "Our duty is vOrv plain," he said.
"Bobbie has taken a lot of trouble. Is
it all to be in vain?"
"But it would be so dreadful, and
and through the paper, and 'answering
to the name of Jenny,'" she faltered.
"Y'ou might answer to the name of
darling?" he suggested.
"You are quite sure you "
"I have loved you always! Jenny,
won't you "
"There was never anybody else," she
breathed happily, her eyes expressive:
"there was something wrong with all
the others,"
And so it was settled, and no one was
more delighted than Jenny's mother.
Miss Bruce was making an excellent
match after all. And, of course, every
body else said "at last!" But they
did not know how it had come to pass.
Madame.
Indian I'roverlis.
The coward shoots, with shut eye".
No Indian ever sold his daughter for
a name.
Before the paleface came there was
no poison in the Indian's corn.
Small things talk loud to the Indian's
eye.
The paleface's arm is longer than his
word.
When a fox walks lame old rabbit
jumps.
A squaw's tongue run: faster than the
wind's legs.
There is nothing so eloquent as a
rattlesnake's tail.
The Indian scalps bis enemy, the
paleface skins his friends.
There will be hungry palefaces so
long as there is any Indian land to
swallow.
When a man prays one day and
steals six. the Croat Spirit thunders
and the evil one laughs.
There are three things it takes n
strong man to hold: A young warrior,
a wild horse and a handsome- squaw.
From Sturm's Statehood Magazine.
Sajs i:.lslit Air riiiciien.
Dr. II. Cavani. n medical expert, who
is credited witii being a moving spirit
behind the dressed poultry bill, ap
peared yesterday before thirty mem
bers of the poultry trade of this city
in the library of the New York Mercan
tile Exchange and tried to make con
verts for the bill. A statement he
made to the effect that a storage-kept
chicken in an undrawn state, when, fed
to a rabbit, caused the death of the
rabbit, created some merriment among
the poultry dealers.
Chicken-fed rabbits heretofore have
been unknown, so members of the
trade said, and 1he medical expert was
embarrassed, Avhen informed that lie
had made a "discovery" of considera
ble Importance, since up to the present
tima rabbits were supposed to adhere
strictly to a vegetable diet New York
; Commercial.
For the
Younger
Children
HOMH AGATX.
I know some grown-up people
Who say they're fond of boys,
J in I. when you go to visit
You mustn't make much noise.
They have a splendid garden.
With beaut 'i'ul llowcr.s, but. there!
They don't like hoys to pick them,
Because they're nil so rare.
They have porno chairs with cushions
'I'hat look like velvet moss.
Bat they aren't meant to sit on,
Or lean against, or toss.
They have some things in cab'neis
Ad fixed up spick and span,
For "careful boys' to play with.
(The boy who" dares to, can!)
They're always kind and pleasant
As ever they can be:
They've spent a whole long fortnight
.lust entertaining me.
I fc-uess i like my fain'ly
The best of any one;
Anil when you've been a-visiling.
The coming home is fun!
Elizabeth Lincoln Could, in the Youth's
Companion.
A BBAYE BOIUN.
One day, while passing a farm in
Cornwall, a gentleman's attention was
excited by lite movements of n robin,
which flew around him and flapped its
wings close to his face, plainly show
ing that it was anxious to "catch his
eye." Following the bird, which came
backward and forward to make sure he
was coming, he was at last led to a
hedge. By going close tip to the
branches he was able to discover the
cause of the robin's distress. A rat
was in the nest. It jumped out the
moment it Avas detected. As the kind
ly gentleman walked away, the robin
greeted his departure with a chorus of
thanks, blithely chirruped. Presby
terian. LINCOLN'S MENTAL TOWERS.
Lincoln was alway ; strong with a
jury. He knew how to handle men,
and he had a direct ..vay of going to
the heart of things. He had. more
over, unusual powers of mental disci
pline. It was after his return from
Congress, -when he had long been ac
knowledged one of the foremost law
yers of the State, that he made up his
mind lie lacked .the power of close and
sustained reasoning, and set himself
like a schoolboy to study works of
logic and mathematics to remedy the
defect. At this time he committed
to memory six books of the proposi
tions of Euclid; and. as always, he was
an eager reader on many subjects,
striving in this way to make up for
the lack of education he .had had as a
boy. He was alwys interested in me
chanical principles and their workings,
and in May, 1S4!, patented a device
for lifting vessels over shoals, which
had evidently been dormant in his
mind since the days of his eariy Miss
issippi Biver experiences. The little
model of a boat, whittled out with his
own hand, that he sent to the Patent
Office when he filed his application is
still shown to visitors, though the in
vention itself failed to bring about any
change in steamboat architecture.
From Helen Nicolay's "The Boys' Life
of Lincoln," in St. Nicholas.
CRICKETS ARE TENORS.
A poet, when speaking about crick
pis and grasshoppers, happily termed
them "violinists of the fields," and,
although at the time he was ignqrant
of the fact, he stated nothing more
than a scientific truth. Microscopic
examination has revealed the fact that
in most cases these insects have a
striking resemblance to a rudimentary
violin.
Musical instrument." of the winged
type may be divided into two groups
those which do not use their wings
and those which do, fo the production
cf sound.
Of the two the latler species is by
far the most numerous. A very curi
ous fact in this connection is that all
insects are tenors, deep bass voices be
ing quite unknown.
Many insects sing by day, such, for
instance, as the chickadee, which, how
ever, are not of the "violinist" type, as
they play upon a series of hard plates
attached to the abtV'men, much in the
same way .n a Spanish dancer uses
the castai'-e;?. Some insect', only sing
by niuhv. such as the domestic and
free crickets. The apparatus used by
them resembles a violin, the abdomen
j being partly c.i.l nvo.l with small
bridges like ouges or rws.'s agaiusi
which the wings are rubbed.
Xe.N.L tine yon hear one of Nature's
tenors try i place him. After that
you'll no in. crested to learn more
about him.
FLOSS-A TRUE INCIDENT.
Floss was a big yellow cat, one of
my many pets in my country home.
One summer we notice. I that day after
day Floss went down across the
meadow and disappeared in the edge
of the cedar swamp. lie always went
in late in the afternoon, and one day 1
followed hi in, taking good care no
should not se: me. " lie skirled Iho
swamp for several rods, stopped at a
little open and, stating himself on a
stump, began washing his face, stop
ping now and then to glanoe about in
an expectant fashion.
Shortly there was a rustling among
the bushes, and a handsome yellow fox
leaped into the open. Then the fun
began.
Floss and the fox played at tag as
gayly as two children. Floss was al
ways the "tagger," and the fox ran
this way and that and doubled and
dodged in so comical a manner that
once I kvughed outright, whereupon
they stopped their play and stood for a
moment listening. Then Floss went
back to the stump and the fox lay
down on the grass. After a few min
utes' rest they were? up and at it
again.
For half an hour I watched them
from my hiding place behind a clump
of cedars, until Floss was quite ex
hausted. The fox was untiring, but Floss was
not so nimble and was very fat.
About sundown they separated, Floss
walking slowly toward home and the
fox swinging off towards the near-by
stream at a brisk trot.
I hurried to overtake Floss, but he
seemed much frightened when he saw
me and ran into the swamp. He did
not come home until next morning, and
never again did we see him ( crossing
the meadow or find him playing with
his wild comrade. Our Fourfooted
Friends. '
OUR NATIVE REDBIRD.
The most beautiful of our birds is
the cardinal or "redbird." Though not
as brilliantly arrayed, Mrs. Cardina,
is very smartly turned out in rich
brown, with just enough red to "re
lieve" it.
Alexander Wilson, -whose quaint epi
taph so many have read in Old Swedes'
Churchyard, wrote in 1S28: "This 13
one of our most common cage-birds,
and is very generally known, not only
in North America, but even in Europe;
numbers of them have been carried
over both to France and England, in
which last country they are usually
called Virginia nightingales."
Happily this traffic is a thing of the
past. Any bird should have his free
dom in his native haunts, and such a
magnificent specimen as this cardinal
grosbeak (he is a member of the finch
family) should be doubly protected be
cause of the temptation his beauty
offers.
Though he is found in all the Eastern
Slates, he is a Southern bird. He likes
his home, too, and considers migrating
a bore.
He's a trifle smaller than the robin,
and, with the exception of the dab of
brilliant black around his bill, he is
glowingly, almost dazzingly, red.
While James Lane Allen gives him a
poetic, sympathetic tribute in "The
Kentucky Cardinal." Neltje Blanchan
is inclined to think that this "Virginia
Redbird," of refined, dignified and
courtly bearing, is a haughty autocrat
of the "F. F. V." type, better calculated
to calling out respect and admiration
than affection.
Perhaps he is a trifle spoiled.
No wonder.
He commences his melodious sighing
in March, and early in Slay Mrs. C.
begins building their bulky, loosely,
made nest, usually in evergreen shrubs,
like laurel and holly. She lays three
or four brown-speckled white eggs,
often two broods in a reason.
Considering all his temptation it is a
great wonder he Is not a flirt, a bach
elor or a divorce.
Not he.
' He's as true as he is handsome.
His home is a pattern of domestic
felicity, and even in winter, when
without the responsibility of little
birds, he and his lucky spouse are al
ways seen together.
In fact, he is so devoted and fearful
of harm for Mrs. Cardinal that lie often
calls attention to her, and their home
by the vent he gives his excited fears.
His voice is loud and clear and his
song suggests "What Cheer." The
most curious part of it is that his other
half is herself an excellent singer, a
contralto, whose notes are more ad
mired by some than his wild, free,
flageolet-like tenor.
A bird to be proud and no mistake.
Philadelphia Record.
Quilling 1)o!k.
An author who makes a specialty of
stories of "our great Middle West."
with a heart throb in each, tells of an
odd character he met in that region.
This old chap, who afterward served
the author as the main figure of a
book that was largely successful, lived
alone in a cabin. Woman's care being,
of comse, unknown, the cabin present
ed the spectacle of the triumphant
reign of dirt ami disorde.
Somehow the two chanced to tall;
of cooking and cooking utensils. "I
had one oi them cook books wunst,"
observed the old fedow "but I couldn't
do nawthing with it."
"What was the trouble?" asked the
author.
"Why. everything in the boak be
gan wiih 'First take e'eaa dish."'
Ilarptr's Weekly.
A "life" sentence in New Y'ork Is said
to average ?bout ten var.
lonif
Tl 1 ? -v
oocry
EVENED Ur. i
All things by Time are set to right
And squared in divers ways;
Gav hlades bv lencthpninir their nifrhta
Are shortening their days. ,1
Catholic Standard and limes.
WORTH WHILE.
Stella "What were the prizes at
that suburban bridge party?"
Bella "Cooks." New York Sun. '
THE LIMIT.
"They quarrel like cats and dogs, d
they?" F
" Worse' u that. They quarrel likeK
tne officials of the same life insurance
company."
AN ORGANIC OMEN.
"Is a hand organ the sure herald of;
spring?" j
"It seems to me that it's more the
herald of an early fall of pennies,
and perhaps brickbats." Cleveland
Plain Dealer.
SIMPLEST, BEST. CHEAPEST. .
"Doctor, I wish you'd prescribe foi
my complexion."
"Certainly, madam," returned the
doctor, and he wrote: "Let it alone."
Tit-Bits.
rt rTT' Ttr-'r'' if AfrATilf 1 -
Street Car Conductor "Move upri
there, please."
Voice from the Rear "Don't worry
conductor. The motorman will at tent
to that when he stops again." Counci
Bluffs Nonpareil. . i
CHOSE THE NEAREST.
"There are only two places wort!
living in," remarked the intellectua
looking man. "I refer to Boston ant
heaven."
"Well, you stick to Boston," said tin
man, with the red necktie. Philadel
phia Record.
CRUEL, PAPA.
Gusher "She told me I was thfl
light of her life."
Flusher "Well, that was encouragf
Ins."
Gusher "Yes, but her father can
along just then and put the light out.
Sphere.
WHEN HE WAS ABSORBED;"
"He's the most devout manful
church. I never saw any one wh
could be so obsorbed in prayer."
"Indeed? I never noticed it."
"Probably not. I don't suppose yof
ever took up the collection." Catholh
Standard and Times.
COURTESY.
Trobably the most absent-.mindej
man in the country is a gentleman wb
entered a car the other night, ne wa
the only occupant. At the first stop
lady got in, and the gentleman rqs
and said: '
"Allow me to give you my sea
madam.'
CALCULATION.
"The police have not captured th
man who stole your money.
"No." answered Mr. Hardflst.
don't want to see the man,, anyhow
If he's captured he'll be broke, and i
he isn't there's a remote chance of hi
conscience srettinir to work and temp
ing him to make restitution." Was!
inglon Star.
THE USUAL WAY.
"That young man who has so nine
to say about thiugs is one of the par
uers in the concern, ain't he?" said
visitor at a wholesale establishment.
"No; he is one of the clerks."
"And who is that quiet looking 1
man who seems to be so much afrai
of giving any trouble?"'
"He owns the business." Puck.
THE GOLDEN M FAN.
"The apartments m the tenth floor,
said the manager of the Skyserape
Flats, "command a higher rent tha
any others, because they're the safe
in the building."
"Indeed?" remarked the homcsecke
"Olu yes: you see, few airships evi
fly that low. and automobiles nev(
jump that high.' Philadelphia Publ
Ledger.
LOVE FOUNDED ON ROCKS,
Impecunious Thomas "Did you sa
that your father owned a lot of pro;
erty in the Pine Hills.-
Lovelorn Lillian "Oh, more tha
that! He has stock in the Unit
Traction Conn-any, is a director of se
eral banks, and we are going in nt-tr.
into a big house on State street iu t
spring."
Impecunious Thomas "And can y
till doubt my love?" Albany Journa!
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