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H0ME.4 BY ETHELWYfc WETHEBALD. Wherever on far, distant farms The' orchard trees lift bounteous arms, The lane is grapedeaved, woodland dense, The chipmunk leaps the zigzag fence, The horses from the plow's last round Drink with a deep, sweet, cooling sound, And with the soft young moon afloat Comes up the frogs' heart-easing note, And tree-toads' endless melody, Oh, that is home, Is restful home to me. Whenever on a distant street Two charmful eves I chance to meet. The look ti one who knows the grace Of every change on nature 8 face; Whose sealike soul is open wide To breezes from the farther side, , . Whose voice and movement seem! to give The knowledge of how best to live r And how to live most happily, Oh. that is home, 1 Is blessed home to me. ? Youth's Companion; 'PARS me ONS PLlA.CE. I t 1 By Annie Hamilton Donnell. - THE girl's eyes followed the film of smoke was left hang ing in the air. Then she turned and faced the desolate little station. "I believe I'm maroOned!" she groaned. "There isn't a soul in yes, there's a boy. Have I got to ask him for help?" 4 The boy "was brown very brown. His trousers were crammed carelessly into big top boots, and the boots were muddy. The boy was big and awk ward and bashful. He sidled away down the deserted platform, as if to escape as soon, as possible He did not look up once. "Oh, wait! Please wait a moment!" the girl cried, hastily. "There's nobody else to ask. Won't you please tell me if this is Cutler? I'm afraid I got off at 'the wrong place." The boy's abrupt stop and the girl's Impetuous chase had brought them close together too close for the dainty summer, skirts. The. girl involuntarily twitched them away from contact with the big, muddy boots. She did not see the blood rush to the boy's tanned face, staining it a rich mahogany hue. "Have I made a mistake? Oh, I hope I have no, I guess I don't mean that, Ibut it's so so dreadful here!" "This is Cutler!" the boy muttered, stiffly. "But it's not the village. That's . ?! TT. r - .3 With his thumb. ' "Four miles! Then there must be. a stage. I don't see any. Oh, it hasn't gone, has it?" "There isn't any stage that meets this train. There's one in the moni es" . "Not any stage!" . . ' jLtie gin s voice snoweu uisiress. a trail of muddy roadway stretched away before her, and her eyes followed it despairingly. Terry Qujnn's heart melted. "How far are you calculating to go? I don't know but I could take you a piece," he said, suddenly. "I live this side of thp vilmp'P n little wnv ' W V Q Vr V V VN T J 7 "I am going, to the Parsons place. Do you know where it is? . - -V-The Parsons place! 'A picture of it, abandoned and forlorn, rose before the boy, and he contrasted it mentally with the beautiful, delicate girl before him. "Yes, I know where it is," he said. "Yon can fro nlnnr? with mp if vnn want, to. I have got a load of grain, so I shall have to go slow." "Oh, I don't mind going slow!? 'the girl cried, gratefully. "You are very kind." . . " . - i v An old farm wagon, loaded with grain bags, stood near. She had hard vork to clamber up to its high seat. They rattled away down the muddy roaa, lurching into ruts ana swaying over stones. The girl's eyes grew wide with alarm. .'''. Terry Quinn sat on the edge of his seat, and gazed straight ahead in an flsronv nf hnshfrilnoss At intorvnls he slipped a little farther away from the dainty figure beside him. until the vacant space on the seat had wid ened absurdly. lie was sure tne gin was laughing at it. He was sure she was afraid of his muddy boots i and -coarse clothes. Suppose he spilled her out! .Suppose she got her skirts all floury from the The ffirl Kflt Innklnovdnwn ihc -rnnd Her sweet face grew, more sober every minute. She was thinking of her mother and Molly and the unknown Parsons place. At last she could bear it no1 longer. ' "Is it nice?" she asked, suddenly, startling the color into the boy's brown face. The Parsons place, I mean?" Terry had the dismal picture still coming here for. The doctors said she could not be any better in the city. It's awful in the city in summer." The boy made no answer, (and at tributing his silence to bashfulhess, she Quinn. continued: VJr "This place the Parsons place-was left to us a year ago in a will. Now that mother issick we are very glad of it, because the doctors say she must be In the country. I've come to see about getting the house opened and aired. all." a "Where were you expecting f to stop to-night?" questioned the b& awk wardly. She turned upon hiinfin puz zled wonder at the question, f "Why, at the hotel, I suppose. I hadn't thought, but that's wherel shall go, of course. Is it near the Parsons place?" j. Terry Quinn felt a wild dpsire to laugh. The idea of a hotel hear the Parsons place was too much tor him. But a side glance at the wistful girlish face sobered him. - , . ; "There isn't any hotel "herea bouts," he said. "NO hotel? Why, I thought of course Oh, I don't see what I am going to do!" "Mother'll take you in, I guesss," in terrupted Terry, hurriedly. "We live close by. She'll see to you. a other's great." . In the instant of offering the girl the bushes. He even had time to mena some of the broken windows. And as a finishing touch he painted the brown old pump a marvelous, celes tial blue! That was his final triumph. He stood back and gazed entranced at the work of' his brush. "It looks great." lie muttered; "but I hone she won't want a drink, its got a heap of drier in it, but it won't dry as quick as that. There's mother blowing, the horn! I've got to hurry hoine to breakfast." , : Mrs. Quinn went with the girl to the Parsons place. In her crisp starched sunbonnet and print dress she plodded heavily beside the slender, girlish figure. . . v All things were favorable this morn ing. Nature abetted the boy In his kind little plan. What' had looked dreary and unattractive the previous night looked bright and pleasant under the spell of the clear, new day. And the in its new dress. She thought she had never seen it before. . "What a queer little place!" sbe said, as they approached it. "But it looks as If somebody cared for it. I rather like it" . - "Th.s is the Parsons place," said Mrs. . M , "The Parsons place? This? Oh! .Oh, I thought it would be different! I didn't know it was going to be little and and queer." She gazed about her almost in horror. But gradually the neat yard and trimmed bushes the bouncing bets and Then I'm going back fpr them the nodding hollyhocks appealed to her. The little place grew pleasanter to her, and she nodded slowly. "But I rather like it," she said. "It looks as if somebody cared not lonely and neglected like one I saw last night. Oh, I couldn't have borne that! Yes, I like the flowers and the bushes there's a shady place for mother's couch. Molly .could keep house over there, among those thick bushes. There could be soft, full curtains at the windows and chairs set round in the yard, and the air is wonderfully sweet." But oh! but oh, the pump! Was any thing ever bluer? The girl went cau tiously up to the brilliant apparition, but Mrs. Quinn called her back In a panic. "Look out!" sjie warned. "Terry's just I mean somebody's just been painting that. You'll get all blued up, my dear!" Terry had just somebody had just been painting the pump! Queer! Queer anybody should take pains to hospitality of his own home, ; mother paint 'an abandoned, pump! mea nau occurred to Terry Quinn. He sat on the edge of his seat, driving the old white mare at a snail's pate, and muugui it an out to nis satisraction. It was growing late. The soft June ciusk was settling over the land. The girl's impatience nearly asserted it self. It would be so late to see the Parsons place ! : ( r "We'Ve got the key at our house," Terry announced, with startling ab ruptness. "We've" always kept it. You'd better not try to go down to the house till to-morrow. It it needs day ligut to see it anyways well. Mother'll go along with you in the Mother's great." He Had" said "that before. smiled to herself wearily. rl bey were jogging by a little un- ijuimeu, umnnaDiteu nouse set in weeds and neglect. The girl shud dered. morning. The girl "But it isn't so queer as the pump it self." the girl thought; "I don't won der that somebody took pains! I won der if it could have been I believe it was! And the grass, of course heut that. That's why it's so short." She wheeled and .faced Mrs. Quinn with shining eyes. "I believe somebody has done all this!" she cried. "I believe it was your boy!" . - ! "Terry's a good boy," murmured his mother, smiling. - - "He's 'great,' " the girl said, with an unsteady little laugh, "but I don't be lieve he'd want me to thank him- "No!" Mrs. Quinn cried, with gentle emphasis. "Dear heart, no, Terry wouldn't!" "Then you must do it for me. Tell him it has made all the difference in the world. Tell him I like the Parsons place and the pump is beautiful! I Oh, I hope it won't look like that! never knew what the country was like That's dreadful!" she said. "If it looks like that I think I shall-j;ry!" Terry whipped up tbe old white mare nastily; and drove away from the "dreary place. In another five minuteis he had stopped in front of a cheerful little house hugged by vines and rosek His mother was in the doorway! -un, yes, siie7s 'great!' " the' girl thought, as she lay upstairs in l a big, soft bed. "She's beautiful. Sh$ helps out the Parsons place, no matter what 111 1 j. . i .1' . . us use. -ana . mat Doy wen, he's pretty nice, even If he is muddy out side." i his mother fwas a Donwstairs Terry and were talking things over. Mrs. f Quinn approved of he plan, but was not three o'clock earlier than need be? "It'll need all that time," the boy said. "I guess you haven't been down to the Parsons place very lately,! moth er. It's a stent." "Yes, I know. Poor dear, it mercy she did not know it to-night!" At three oclock the next morning the boy and the birds were up. j Terry went straight to the Parsons place, encumbered with a scythe and a rake and various other tools. I He whistled under his breath Itill-he got past the house; then he broke out into clear, shrill melody. The! birds answered jubilantly, : before, or a country boy. I'm glad I know now!" v The sweet June days filed by in their tender, lingering way. Before they were quite gone the Invalid mother was at the Parsons place, and already her thin cheeks were taking a faint hint of color from the wonderful country air. Molly was housekeeping under the sy ringas, and jthe girl was housekeeping in-doors. The Parsons place was alive again. ' . . Down the road a little way Terry whistled cheerfully about his homely work, and grew browner still. 'He had foigotten that he had ever done any thing to help anybody, but the girl did not forget it. Youth's Companion. , Betrayed by Golden Locks. A prominent public oflicial began to show signs of baldness, and then rather surprised his friends by appearing with a sleek, well-groomed crop of dark hair. For some time no one sus pected a wjg. But a few days ago he appeared with the top of his head covered with the usual dark brown hah, but a sharp line, from the tips of the ears, marked a strong contrast. for the hair below the line was of the bright golden hue which is the pride of. the "chemical blondes." It was found out that the man found Vila natnrfil VioIk twos 4nnln t For an hour, two ho&s.- the boy ulJ1 w w&bm w w w Aik w . u.u uuii w ; iiir: i 1 1 rx. i 11 i i 11 i i r-m u 9 j 4..jv.t.,x i . .... , . " " 77 vz ne invested m uuicaueu, uuiuuauuea. ,.. ne remem- i ironi yara took on ' a kina of trim- ness. The tall weeds and srrasj?blnrtpa fell before ( the sturdy swing of the scythe, and the straggling bushes be gan to look more neat There were left untouched only the flaunting; holly hocks and bouncing-bets. . I They're too pretty to cut down." thought Terry. "Maybe she'll like 'em. I do." . v . The precious time sped by, butiTerrv had made his clans earpfniiSr! tin coma ;iie ; there all the pleasant days righted the sagging gate. He raked un wUIU Ket Well Thnfs whnt rv'n'vn Oio mco nn,l rtftn,rit,i'u ,, I j 1 . . . bered the tall weeds and grass in the dooryard, and the broken windows and the gate that sagged on its hinges. ; For ten years the Parsons .place had been abandoned. " , 1T a , " . . " - . . . is? it pamiea wnite, - with green ounasr ; the girl persisted. 'Are there Deautifui trees? And rosebushes? Is there a view? I shall be 4 so glad if there's a piazza! We could wheel momers ccuch out on it. and she a preparation warranted to darken the hair, and in the secret of his own room applied it. But, ow ing to some strange chemical combina tion, instead of making the silvered hair dark it made the dark hair golden, and so far the unfortunate' man has found nothing that will counteract the striking contrast, so he is compelled to endure no small i amount of chafing from his friends. Philadelphia Record. - ' r . The Unattainable- Tho nan for the average , woman Is State Roadi. . I : The new law providing for the build fng of State roads will be of incalcula ble benefic to Rhode Island if the mem bers of the board appointed a few days ago investigate the subject thoroughly and submit a practical scheme of high way improvement to' the Legislature. It should be understood that the law was passed in the interest of the entire State and not for the purpose pf con structing roads off the main routes, and it is important to exclude politics from the deliberations of the' commis sion and to guard against repetition of th? costly errors made a few years ago, when the " Legislature appropriated money for samples of macadam. The value of good roads is so generally con ceded that there is no occasion for milding isolated stretches of macadam; svery dollar should be expended on main roads connecting Providence and the important centres of population, and if the board proves that it is capa ble of resisting the clamorous politi cians, who are anxious, to have the State pay for local jobs of doubtful merit the Legislature doubtless will be inclined to provide funds for the work outlined in the law enacted just before adjournment.- The Commissioners cannot be ex pected to render the State the best ser vice if they do not have the advice of a capable engineer. Laymen cannot de cide all the questions pertaining to modern road building. It is the busi ness of the engineer to examine mater rials and to see that they are properly jsed. Very frequently poor work has been done when all the conditions were favorable for good macadam work, and ivlth the knowledge now available there Is no excuse for wasting money. Cities and engineers indispensable, and the State should be governed by the expe rience of progressive municipalities and )btain the services 'of an authority on road building and maintenance. By no means the least important part of a general plan of State roads is the es tablishment of moderate grades.. In Rhode Island there should be few grades exceeding three per cent. In mountainous localities three per cent, roads have been laid put where a few fears ago ft was thought impossible to keep grades under' eight or ten per cent., and there Is no reason why this engineering performance cannot be du plicated in this State. So much has been written and said about road build ing that the commission , can offer no adequate excuse for not proceeding on the right lines, and the public will be grievously disappointed Jf the iecom: mendationg made at the next session 3f the Legislature do not appeal to ?very man of common sense who is in terested in a comprehensive system of State highways. Providence Journal. Praise For the Corn Belt Roads. Whenever Professor Ira O. Baker takes time to write a paper on the subject of Improved; roads, that paper s fairly certain to be interesting read ing. Why it is that the idea of a good broken, stone or gravel highway so arouses his ire, the Engineering Record cannot state. The fact remains, how ever, that "the good roads enthusiast who writes so glibly that the condi tion of the road indicates the state of civilization' and who reiterates the praises of the stone roads of France and England" is an ill informed man In the eyes of this j well known per sonage. He has again drawn atten tion to this bias of mind by an enter :ainihg ; paper on "Civilization and Wagon Roads," presented at the re cent meeting of the Illinois Society of Engineers and Surveyors. It is hardly necessary to state that the contention Jf the existence of any intimate pres ent relation between civilization and ;ood roads was vigorously combated in the essay in. question. The author mowed by statistics j from an unmen tioned soufce that France spends on highways nearly four times as much per mile of road as Illinois, three and Vne-half as much per square mile, and about the same per capita, yet she has only one mile of roads to each 0.60 square miles of area, while Illinois has a mile for every 0.53 square mile. Peo ple who have but a moderate personal Jcquaintance with the highways of the two territories will Jf eel that here is a case where figures are trying hard to prove the inaccuracy of . the eld adage to the effect that they can be classed with the youthful George Washington of cherry tree reputation. Engineering Record. know something ilization jn the PhUipp n st with that of other aa 0aSS In Cuba one of the first tv our Government as a mean?? civilizing of its people C uFFwjniaiiuu WHICH Wn5 building of highways, pie could come totretiL tS nicate and exchange com! meas. France's Fine As early as 1S07, the cadamized highwavs? total, length of 200,951 miles length of unfinished higw stated at 174.G67 miles, ffi0st S ONE OF NATURE'S The, Stone Woman of ln WONDER South Waleg, In New South Wales, roiv is an object popularly knoW" : Stone Woman of Wingcu. xiie ? a mountain range, known as sv orag, terminates in a bold, bluff V the valley, which it connnands, tC with her back against the clifif. grow up to the bottom of the cig uuoh, wuieu sue is not reading W steaa is gazing torever with i fast, unchanging look down tbPw f ul valley of the Hunter. From the feet of the stone woman rest a4 Mm A . . 1 . m tne towering trees tiiat grow at? the base of Salisbury Crag to summit of her head must be aboa: feet, so that if she were to staa straight some day she would bed orr t-.si-. t j-t, J w ieei uiyii. i xl uie ijuoper pois! view be chosen the pose of tb&fij Is perfect in its ..magniflcedt simplii At Wingen also is to be Jseen the J Durning mountain to; be found in tralia, and the only one not of yok origin known. The summit is 1S20 above sea level, and it is easily r-at irom tne townsnip. it is. suppose be an immense coal seam, which in some unaccountable way beet; Ignited and has been burning since. WThen first discovered, & the early days of settlement, the at iginals of the district explained, intt own rude fashion, that jtlie moun; had been burning in the days of forefathers; that, as far, back asfc could remember there had always M the big smoke. The course of the fire" can be tin a considerable distance by tktaij verse rents or chasms occasioned the falling in of the ground. froM der which the coal had been consc. ,From year's end to year's end t of smoke are continually issuing the sides of the mountains, these Their Importance to a County. C. M. Kimbrough, of Muncie, Ind., is of the opinion that, next to school houses, good roads are the most impor tant need to a county. "Judge Taft," he said, "a few days ago, in giving in formation before the Senate committee as to the condition of 'the people in the Philippines, said that they had no roads; that alrnost their sole means of intercommunication was by water, and their civilization, whatever they have. is flose. t.Q the jvater courses. Now. we of which is in many places coif with a sulphurous deposit. In tin' cinity of the openings from whici'4 bluish rings of smoke issue the grcs is hot to the touch, the vegetation which it was originally covered bar: disappeared, and sticks thrust intoui giionnd speedily become charred, ifi ignited,. St. James's Gazette. The TVhistlers ItiRhts. Etiquette in street cars is a vCJ undeterminate quantity. Whetue: man should give up his seat M women on all occasions, or t0 1 women, or to orettv women, or to - ' A V J women, or; to women with lugsl gentlemen, has been discussed ad iJ turn. Despite ; the argument tl tired man is as tired as a tired W there are still those AVho rise to others : the preference. Questions etiquette are not easily settled, j cently two men, unknown to e:;; other, were standing side uy side1; the platform of a street car. One whistling vigorously so close to the of the other .-that the other cast quent glances of annoyance -i l; direction from which the sound ca and shrugged his shoulders witn ; dent discomfort.'. For a long out restraint. aDD-earing not to 1 thp nnnnvprt frlaupps directed t0 him. When he had finislied off 'H yan Winkle Was a luciiy shrill, exultant bravado, be d said: "You don't seem to like utf Uingr v; : r 0f ; "No," came the f ranK au . - , man well knowa to the w ersi "I don't." "May be you think you enough to stop it." "No," was tbe reply, "Uot you are."The Great Round u Eebulidingr Pokin. Pekin is -being rebuilt. Hongkong Press: The olc .Ie quarter is all out um a those who knew the city ,oni J ago. The most striking sae ment is in tne mcixub" ji flanked by the British, Kussi anese and Italian Legations. At the north end uiiain, crosses 'between bastions j, linvA r.PPn nut UP, thUS Pr lit possible enemy again enni $ whole roadway fr tho v Imperial City, L x J- T' i I
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