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7 . '' I NORTH ST : 'VS. 84 . . 'ft X V u jeed means merely that one's mind Is pan this habitual mental mode be ao hink so. In the first place, to be sur- t inspiration toward success. There- Is timid and lackadaisical seek the tive energy is virile and persistent. t and whose habit is to succeed. e product of the action of the so- ewes: "I am the proauct or an inave e body but our sensorium is altered by it; is'the human life." If this proposition is true, then the uould be to get the unconscious mind working for success. How Tt-c'rM din"-authors whose writings inspire the hope of success, by reading J v ... m . t f i-1- nnMl the lives of successful men ana women, oy living mueu wnu sucobiui pcvuic These are "the first essential steps. But perhaps above all other essentials is that of cultivating the mental habit of thinking success for one's self. By day, iw nrht nwake asleep, let the one thought and yearning' be to succeed. The T 4 . AN OPTIMIST. "O aged man, pray, if you know, low answer me the truth! Which of the gifts that the gods bestow Is the greatest gift of youth: "O aaed man. I have far to fare By the divers paths of earth, Say which of the gifts that with me I bear Is the gift of the greatest worth? "Is it the might of the good right arm, Whereby I shall make my way Where dangers threaten and evils harm Holding them still at hay? "Is it the strength wherewith I shall climb Where few before have trod . . To the mountain tops, the peaks sublime That glow in the smile of the god? "Is it the nevor-f ailing will, Invincible in might, . Which armed against oppression still, Shall vanquish for the right? "Or is it the heart, thou aged man ! The heart impassioned, 6trong Which shall be blest, as naught else can, "' In perfect love ere long? t w to Live. 3 unconscious mind will do the rest. Teaching By the Bditor of What to Eat. IJEUE is the billionaire philanthropist who is willing to accept a crown of immortality by endowing an agency for teaching men bow to live? Free public libraries, universities, colleges, schools and hos pitals are being, endowed all over the country. Millionaire philan thropists are engaged in a rivalry over the endowment of learn in. Each is striving to build a monument in the shape of a munificent gift to education or art that will forever perpetuate the memory of the donor in the hearts of the people. One multi millionaire is scattering libraries in the cities and towns of the Union, thereby enshrining his name in the grateful memories of a hundred or more communities. But of what avail are all the well-laden shelves of the free libraries In teaching man the laws of life? Millions of volumes of literature have rolled from the presses in the last decade, and one might read every line of every page without understanding the mysteries of his own being or the laws of his own bodily nourishment and replenishment. Young men come out of the colleges and universities every year with their craniums packed with useless facts and dead languages. But who ever heard of one who had mastered the art of "building his own body, scientifically and perfectly, from the materials bounti fully provided by nature? Whoever heard of one "graduating with the degree of doctor of dietetics or doctor of alimentation? And yet what is of greater Importance to the human being, which has in its custody and C'eping the most wo'nderfully delicate and complicated mechanism In all creation the human body, temple of an immortal soul than the science which tcaeis how to liVc?- i Success. By George Horace Lorlmer. A A Ql S are constantly writing me for advice about how to succeeu, TTf tTTTT niirl wliPTi T efnrl thpm mv vippJnt thpv s.nv thnf- T iim rtpfrlill!? out commonplace generalities. Of course I am, but that's what the receipt calls for, and if a boy will take these commonplace generalities and knead them into his job, the mixture'll be cake. Once a fellow's sot the primary business virtues cemented into his character, he's safe to build on. But when a clerk crawls into the office in the morning like a sick setter pup, and leaps from the: stool at night with the spring of a tiger, I'm a little afraid that If I sent him to take charge of a branch house he wouldn't always be around when customers were. He's the sort of a chap who would hold back the sun an hour every morning and have It gain two every afternoon if the Lord would give him the same discretionary pow ers that He gave Joshua. And I have noticed that he's the fellow who invariably takes a timekeeper as an insult. He's pretty numerous in business offices; in fact, if the glance of the human eye could affecta clockface in the same way that a man's country cousins affect their city welcome, I should have to buy a new timepiece for the office every morning. Boys are a good deal like the pups that fellows sell on street corners they don't always turn out as represented. You buy a likely setter pup and raise a spotted coach dog from it, and the promising son of an honest butcher is just as like as not to turn but a poet or a professor. I want to say in passing that I have no real prejudice agaiust poets, but I believe that, if you're going to be a Milton, there's nothing like being a mute, inglorious one, as some fellow who was a little sore on tho poetry business once put it. Of course, a packer who Understands something about the versatility of cottonseed oil need never turn down orders for lard because the run of hogs is light, and a father who under stands human nature can turn out an imitation parson from a boy whom the Lord intended to go on the Board, of 'Trade. But otf : general principles it's best to give your cottonseed oil a Latin name and to market it on its merits, and to let your boy follow his bent, even if it leads him into the wheat pit From "Letters from a Self-Made Merchant to His Son," by George Horace iLorimer. By permission of Small,! May nard. & Co., Publishers, Boston, Mass. TV - -1 te " Tlie old man smiled: the listening breeze Grew whist on the sun-lit slope: The old man sighed: "Ah, none of these! Youth's greatest gift is its hope." - "Florence Earle Coates, in Lippincott s. THE BETTER WAY. By Alice C. McKeever. III LIS i I OUISE!" t'Yes, auntie." "Whj?re is j Bob Hunter?" "He has gone home." "So early. Why did he his own reasons for being civil, hence he permitted himself to be dragged hither and thither and at last actually found himself inside the handsome new poorhouse. "The matron will show us through," said the obsequious friend. "Who knows but you may run across some of your old acquaintances," he added, with a light laugh. ' In one of the large halls they passed a woman bending- over a little cmid, who was sobbing bitterly. The woman sat in a low armchair, and her face was hidden, but the mass of brown hair rolled in a knot at the nape of her neck was heavily streaked with gray. "Get out of the road, Jimmy," said the matron. "You are always getting hurt." Then turning to the woman she said. "Have you finished the shirts?" The woman raised her head and re plied softly that she had. Tho sun light streaming in through the window brought her head and face and slight form into bold relief. He saw her plainly, her voice had be trayed her even before he had known or guessed her identity. Yes, it was "He had letters to write, he said." The old woman glanced at the girl anxiously. Her eyes were dim, but she fancied that Louise looked as if she had been crying. "My dear." she said, softly, "Bob is only a man and-t-you wouldn't let any sense of duty staid between you?" The girl flushed deeply, and turned her lovely face tojward her questioner. No, auntie, do't worry; it isn't a question of duty.f i I thought, perhaps Bob is so close, he would object to me, and I wouldn't, not for the worldj keep you apart. The poorhouse has no terrors for me not if It makes you nappy.' .? "You have a queer notion of what would make me happy. No, you are all I have left, and we'll 'bide a wee to gether.' " i A.nd the girl pressed her soft cheek against the one S3 old and wrinkled. "It's hard," murmured the old aunt. "First there was the old father and mother you nursed so long, and now Louise, older, frailer, helpless and a beggar, no, not exactly that, for it seemed oven here she was a toiler as of old. My God!" he thought, "how long has she been here?" But they hurried him on, and when once inor.- in the open air he felt he had not reached it any too soon. He was never so near a fainting fit in his life. 4 Are you ill, Mr. Hunter?" inquired more than one. A little," he repli d. "I think I will go to my room at the hotel and rest until supper." But no sooner did he find himself alone than he sent for one of the maids. a girl that he knew had always lived in the place. 'Mary," said he. "I want to nsk vnn - . - a rew questions, and rou're not to tell any one a thing I shall say. If I mak'i you a present of five dollars, do you think .yon can held your tongue?" Mary tossed her head and eyed the five-dollar bill. "I can tell the truth without being paid. As for telling anything else, no money could make me do that." Very well, my girl, I only want the truth. When was Louise Unton tnkpn 1 ni,' 'if isn't that but my hand r He knew, when he took it almost by force; the! pretty, white hand that had been was now drawn and toil-marked. He held it between both his own, his head bent over it, while a hot tear fell upon it. , " , i Louise felt her breath coming find going at a most surprising rate, while she could hot speak. "I've thought it all over, Louise, ever Jince i! found you here, this afternoon. I never knew what a cold-hearted vil lain I was before, but I know it well enough now. " Still Louise was silent. "I loved you. I have never loved any one c'.se, hut money was my God, and and it conquered me. But to-day,when I saw you so frail and helpless ana -so poor, and thought of all your, life had been, and ! contrasted it wim wnai u might ihave been, had I not been so cruel in the past, I felt that I wanted to go out and shoot myself." "But; you didn't," said Louise, smil ing with something of her old bright ness. K I "No, jbecause back of it all was a lit tle hope, a faint ray indeed, but. I thought, perhaps, even if you hated me, you might let me see that lhat you never wanted for anything. If you don't, I won't answer for the con sequences.'? "Fie,; Bob?" ("Of course, there's a better way that isj if you don't hate me after all, which do you choose?" .The cold and cheerless room seemed to t-ange to one of radiant splendor, when he bent over to hear her low re ply: ! r "I have always tried to choose 'the better, way.' "Household Companion. Ihe Law of Cause and Effect. By Margaret Stowe. UTSIDE of my window two boys have quarrelled. One has knocked the other one down. The boy picks himself up and shouts after the retreating friend: "You wait I'll get even with you. I'll pay you back for this!" They are boys, apparently, of refined and educated par ents, yet they evidently have not been taught, and probably have never heard of, the law of cause and effect. One has only to read the progressive magazines and news papers to see how education along this line is spreading, and liow thousands of thinking beings are building up their lives and the characters of their children by the power of thought. The true physician and parent of the future will not. medicate the body with drugs so much as the mind with principles. The coming mother will teach her child to assuage the fever of anger, hatred and malice with the great panacea of the world Love. The coming physician will teach the people to cultivate cheerfulness, good Tvill and noble deeds for a health tonic, as well as a heart tonic; and that a merry heart doeth good like a medicine. Let us go back to the boy holding thoughts of anger, revenge and malice. If he pays the other boy back in the same coin that he received at his hands "what will happen? k He will get even with him by going down to his own level, and both will suffer by it. . But if this boy had been brought up by the law of cause and effect he would show himself the larger by sending his companion love for hatred, Kindness for ill-treatment, pay him back by raising him to his level. Sentimental rubbish? Yet turn an honest and impartial judge for a mo ment and tell me which way of dealing with the question is the better. Teach your children that they can never help another without by that very Jact helping themselves. - If the bqy is ready to treat the other as ha treated him, then he shows clearly that there is in him that which attracts the hatred and ill-treatment to him; he deserves what he got and should not complain. vv e Know tnat love is a positive force and stronger than hatred. The latter can always be conquered bv love, Make children understand that, by meeting hatred with hatred they de- r. sraae tnemseives, but by meeting -it with love they elevate not only them selves,, but also tho one who bears them hatred. I heard a mother the other day say to her children who were nagging and teasing each other in a very rude and annoying manner: "If von rhildvPTi hold the discordant thoughts that are in possession of your minds at present I shall not be surprised if you are both ill sooner or later. "You understand the law of cause and effect and so know that an angry and discordant thought has a direct effect upon . your bodies. "By former experience :you know, too, . the poisoning effect that discord lias upon the organism; therefore ! advise you each to go into vour own room and clear your thoughts, as you know so well how to do, and do not let me tee you again until you are quite sure that harmony is restored." Educating a child upon such ) lines, you will find that these little lessons .. become less frequent, because harmony Is developing and increasin0- while lujswiu a (juivjuy uimmiBuuig. ew xoric JournaU .... .. there's mc and he's a likely lad as ever was. He'll be rich some day." "Yes," said the girl, quietly. "I know It. He's made of. the stuff that pro duces rich men. Let's forget him, for he is not of our world." ) . "But I hoped,? persisted the old woman sadly, "that he might lift you, at least, up to his world. You work so hard, you are only a girl. Your life ought to have been so different." "Ills world is not above mine," ex claimed Louise earnestly;! "it Is far be low. "I do not care to stP down. Never mention this again, auntie, please." But when the winter of snow and rain set In, and Louise ; had to plod back and forth a mile through the storm to tho little millinery store, where she was hired at seventy-five cents a day, the bid woman more than once brought up the name of her old time lover. "He's gone to the city," she said one day, "getting a salary that would make us rich, one year of it." Louise, pale anlrt weary, answered nothing, but the ojd woman continued plaintively. "Now, if it hadn't been for me you'd a been living like a queen; Seems like instead of helping you, as I want to, I only take all your ; hopes away. Dear, dear, how long I do live." "Hush!" said the; girl, sternly. "How unkind you are! You are all I have in the world. You are ail I have ever had since since they went away!" "You're twenty-five," 4 s,i id the old woman, softly; "you're the prettiest girl for miles around.; I always thought " ! "I'd marry. Well, I ; won't," an swered Louise, brightly, f"f or I'm de termined to be an Old maid." ;1 0 Bob Hunter had been In the city twenty years. He was no longer known as Bob, but as Robert Hunter, millionaire. . . He had friends, ;such as they were. astute business financiers like himself; servants who ranjat his bidding, but not one person in the whole world who loved him. Even the little errand boys knew him for what he was, hard, cold and un charitable. They were paid their stipu- tait Dayi nf CllffoBd'n Inn. Clifford's Inn, London, which in the course of a few months will have gone the way of some other inns, and have been knocked down in the course of modern improvement by the hammer of the auctioneer, had retained as be came an institution which Is the pre mier of its! kind, and dates from the days of Edward III. more than one quaint; manner and custom. The so ciety, for instance, was governed by a principal and rules, and the rules were I just as much incarnate as was the prin cipal more! so, indeed, some of them. Latterly, to obviate any invidious dis tinction, all1 the members were made rules There was also a "Kentish mess" at which you might consider it rather ja privilege to be asked to dine. Dinner ended, the napery of an ex tremely long and highly polished black mahogany table would be whisked off with a swift dexterity unexampled elsewhere. And then , there would be brought to the President what looked like a hammer and was a little -hard-baked loaf, and, anon, send it skim ming to the other end, there to be as dexterously caught in a basket, in to ken that the fragments that remained of the banquet were panniered for the poor. Philadedphia Telegraph. He did not finish, something seemed to choke back the word. The girl's eyes opened and grew round as saucers. Ah, she remembered now hearing her granny tell that Lpuise Upton had once had a lover who had g-one away and grown rich. Could it be this was he?" "Only a year ago," she answered softly, pitying the man she saw was really suffering. "She worked as long as she could, but it was rheumatism crippled her feet and she could not run a machine, then her hands were bad, too, and and there wasn't anv one to take care of her, so she asked to be put where she is." "How long has her aunt been dead?" "Her aunt! Oh, I can just remember her; about fifteen years, I think. But a nicer, sweeter lady than Miss Louise could'i't be found. Lots of us cried and would have helped her, but she said no. she wouid go where she be longed." -"Where she belonged!" repeated the rich man in a tone of voice that made the gin's eyes sparkle. "Here is your moneys take it, and I'll not forget you, either." "Thank you," said the maid, smiling joyously. "You are very kind." Very kind! Did the walls take up the words and echo and re-echo them? Kind, very kind! Him; kind! He sat for an hour with closed eyes and compressed lips; then as the shades of evening stole around, he passed out and' sought once more the matron of the county infirmary. "It is not the hour for visitors," she said crossly. . But when he explained that he must see one of the inmates privatel v. and There was a railroad tendered another five-dollar bill, he was quickly admitted. He waited for her in a cold, damp room called the reception room, and she came at last at last. The door opened softly, there was a thump, thump of two crutches over tho floor! Earth Most GargeotiR Palace. Seventy-four years after St. Peter's atRome was finished, Shah Jehan was building the most magnificent palace in the East perhaps in the world the beautiful Palace of the Moguls at Delhi. It is made of red sandstone and white marble; some, of its walls and arches are stitl inlaid with, malachite, lapis lazuli, bloodstone, agate, carnelian and jasper. There were once silver ceilings. silk carpets and hangings embroidered with gems; the pillars were hung with brocadejs; the recesses were , filled with china and vases of flowers, treasures of the goldsmith's craft, also, no doubt from France and Italy the Italy of the Renaissance and the Prance of Mary of Medici. Beyond doubt there was the famous; Peacock Throne "a sort of large f pur-posted bed all made of gold, with two peacocks standing behind it, their tails expanded and set with sap phires, rubies, emeralds, pearls and dia monds, jwhile a parrot cut out of a sin gle (emerald perched upon the tester. On the; front side of the canopy was a dia mond the Koh-i-noor, now among the crown jewels of England. Tavernier, the jeweler, who was at Delhi in 1665, beheld these wonders and thought they represented, all told, "200,000,000 of livres." Collier's. . lated prices, never! a cent 'more. This world and this life was only a place to live long in, in order to grow rich and richer. He seldom recalled his old country home; there were no ties there to hold him. Only, sometimes, there came a fleeting memory of a fair young face, the one face in the world he had truly lOVed. I i - "She was a little fool," he woulu mutter; "she's been a martyr long enough. I didn't propose to saddle myself with that old aunt. Well, she chose her way, Ij hope she's enjoyed it." Accident brought back his old home vividly at last running through that part of the coun try that he desired to buv. 'I'll run out there a few days," he said; "it will be prudent to do so, .and I wonder how the old place looks by this time, anyway.!; Nobody will recog nize me, I dare say." -, But they did; the newspapers that heralded his name, and the old neigh bors who remembered him as a boy wanted to see the; great man he had become. f A number of old friends, as ttey were pleased to call themselves, un- dertook to show him around and to point out the improvements that twen-l "Bob Bob Hunter!" i j years uau urougnt aDOUT, There was a new court house, a new Jail, and, lastly, a jfine, large building, lately erected for the county poor. Bob did not care a copper cent to be shown any of the affairs, but he had i Woman's Ready Wit. South' Wales proudly tells this story as proof woman's superior wit: An inland revenue officer called to in quire if a lady had a license for her dog. She politely asked him to come in and it down while she looked for it. In a few minutes she smilingly en tered the room, bearing the license, Then it appeared she had in the mean time paid a visit to the posteffice at the corner. Prom j Yorkshire, says the London Express, comes a story that surpasses tnis one from South Wales. A bailiff had to seize the furniture in a cottage. Ho knocked at the door. A relative! of the woman who rented the nouse presented herself. She wore a woe-begono countenance, and whis pered with her forefinger before her mouth:; "Hush! She is going. Call again, If you kindly will, sir!" Tho-officer, of tho law was compas sionate., He postponed his visit for a week. Tho relatlvo again appeared upon the went, and, with tears in her and Louise, wondering B,,.V . .T? "V buo'b gone! stood before him. -- U3,HIT tUKeu aU tUo .lture with UC "uweu ana wneeied forward a small sofa upon which she sank, more and more surprised, for she did not recognize him. HPU5EH0! n . . i , A ItKVTVAT. urusieu feiuas fiiiaa cr oerr? i with metal frames are a revival t an old fashion and are quite attract? DAMPEN CLOTHES Dampen the cUthes for ironing. hot water. This dampens theciV will ho f mmd read v fm - u?3 mnrp nnloklv. I 0US Verv attractive little nii are maue oi suer in me rorm of stre I lamps, the bowl for the alcohol w!? made or, cpiorea giass ana mounts . x Uil a long siem. IMPORTED EjAKING DISHES AH,t.lJliJ jusvr. nv-VA u CUV ill Li Ohn. , nsn or vegeiauies au gratm, or bak ijuuuiiisa ui u. cey cream lain, ornamented in a Greek- vine pattern around the outside, 'fhev require no napkin around the outsiZ r ' -i;ui senraDie. Pre- AT5.TTSTIO JAPANESE Tt ""ft : - t -iiao. us one turns to the Japanese store tn artistic jars to hold them. Izumaith its characteristic land beautiful tones oi yenow ana green nas several verv suitable shapes, while Owari, Baku, Teto, Tosa, Ofuke; Awaji and Toko. nabe furnish many others, the latter sort being particularly reasonable. TO CLEAN A SOWING MACHINE. Place It near the fire to get warm that the congealed oil about it mav melt, and then oil it thoroughly with paraffin. Work it quickly for a few minutes, then wipb off all the paraffin and dirt and treat It to a little more clean paraffin. Wipe it again, and after the application off a very little of the ordinary lubricating oil it will be ready for use. people often snlrk the trouble of thoroughly cleaning their machines like this, but a cogged and "heavy" machine under this treatment vnll be come like new, and Its easy working f 1 1 . t 1 y win De an ampie revrara ror anv trounle incurred. BOOT-DRIER A NECESSITY. A boot-drier is, according to a shcev maker, a necessity to every woman who wishes to keep her boots in fine condition, says the Philadelphia In quirer. Upon it a Iwet boot or shoe is fitted, that it may dry in shape. As is now generally understood, in a multi tude of boots and Jshoes there is econ omy. Certainly tlere should be fair weather boots as well as fair-weather-' bonnets. Enveloping rubbers .rain shoes, and are rarely worn noraforj by the woman who understand proper dressing of the feet. " Iustcal, he chooses the storm boots that are water-proof and need no further pro tection. The same objection does not apply to the sandal rubber, which is often useful with li rht boots that must tread wet pavements. TREATMENT OP WINDOWS. To insure having nice-looking win dows clean them onj a dull day or when the sun Is shining on another part of the house, otherwise they will be streaked, and no amount of rubbing will remove the streaks. Dust the win dow first both inside and out: for this purpose I always use a painter's brusl3. Next clean all inside woodwork before panes, men ua some warm water commencing on the! a little ammonia to and wash the glassf with it. . Get the dust out of the corners with a piece of dress whalebone wrapped in a corner of a cloth. Wipe I the" windows dry with a cotton cloth, and then polisb with old newspaper or tissue paper. If steam collects on the window rub It over with a very little parafin after it Is quite clean. Pearson's Weekly. r Tea Cakes Rub two level table spoonfuls of butter into four cupful of sifted flour; add inough thin cream to make a dough for rolling out; then add one cupful of currants; toss on a floured board; roll half an inch thick; cut into rounds with a biscuit cutter; bake on a hot griddle or In the oven; split, butter and serve hot. Fadge Place in a saucepan one cup of rich, sweet milk and three table-, spoons of butter, and -when hot vCJX" t4- j, 1 i,Af finnr to which has been added a little salt Mix well, roll t'irm n nasteboarii . . . .J.. into neany an incn in tJiicuness, -cakesr turning them often to prevent burning. Sene hot with butter. Salmon Cutlets Mir equal parts of potatoes; season with salt and peiM6 shape like cutlet; cover with crutiDSf dip in beaten, egg; again; put several in A School For Halters. There j hardly a phase of modern fmlllMf ftltl 11. ...V.t . 1. . . Louise ho cnj.i hn.irfi t -"""n.,.,,. i,ul WJjUU can ue Earned S".Sk'-C.?,m n5 "'i ?.no !.chool specially devotea to Its u.e, am i tcicnin to better or equal advantage tuttu iuq oiu-ume apprenuclng system. into the stronger light. you know me?" Tf tllOIa!nrnn T, i . e "Bob Ht r nn-f " " hei OTeriookk as that of CtaSS e. a od uunter. Don t von -cennf I nn .ri . . . to shake hands?" " , r"vw, ,. mi mis inaustry Is eua,, extended ter .and and tlen 3532 l -VouX it you don-t want to.- jfe SSUttota side. .v.a tne ir.vw.- . and fry a good browfc in snioking d fat; drain on paper; serve oii a fow napkin; garnish with parsley; ser with a rich cream sauice. Creamed Celery Cut celery into nc pieces until there is one viul j thoroughly, put into boiling water an t two tablespoon two level ta cook until tender; mel fnln V. 14- ,U spoonfuls- of flour; stir until srnootn, add gradually one cup of milk; stir a til boiling; add salt and pepper to sea son and a- little nutmeg. When the ce -ery is tender add it to the sauce an serve hot. i
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