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.v- i, - K - v t, V; 4 J ? rt ."-. - II v - -:, - . : ( .X I'AJbWfett TO The coach is at the door, at lasV; The eager children, mounting fast !And kissing hands, in chorus sing: .," Good-bye, good-bye, to everything! To house and garden, field and lawn, . Tie meadow-gates we swang upon. To,pump and stable, treeind swing, Good-bye, good-bye. to everything! l.vv GaiigKt on the Rebound. BY FLORENCE QUEST. " jtlOtV new-mown hay smelled so sweet as she walked be O O sJde it. The wild roses in Jtf A Jfc the hedges trailed against fQVC . her shoulder, and the June si'uotiiirs shone through the ash trees v.pon her. What a good, new world it was after the night's rain! The grass -was wet still: Miss Nannie Collissou held up' her skirt well, though it was short enoughs not to fear getting very damp, and her shoes were the ones-she loved best for the organ, because they knew every hollow in the worn, old pedals. But it v.-as not fear of the wet thai made her hurry -through the field; it was because she had told Stevio to bo there early to blow for her. It was so .seldom that she could get a boy for so long in the morning, but. of course, the school was getting a holiday to day, when Miss Annacker was going to be married, and the organist was steal iug an' extra hour out of Stevie's time for her own use. A wave of scented air met her at the church door what flowers! Lilies! everywhere white lilies and roses, all the best of the vil lage i'or the young bride and her mate. What a day and a place for a wed- fling! Miss Collissou touched the dow ers with hei delicate, little hands iov--ingty. as she passed with eager steps through the chancel to the organ. Stevie was there faithfully. She called to him and then pulled out her music. She knew' the wedding marches well enough, no need to practice them: she couid spend this-half hour with Mendelssohn and that lovely, little cau zonetta of Itheinberger"?. She pulled flit Iiev st(ps and played on, while her mind weni dreaming on. Twenty-eight years ago and she might have walked so, with white-shod feet, upon a red pathway under the palms then she started guiliily. What was making her think like ihisV It was many years now since she had learned to play herself into forgeiful iiess. This was just an episode. She had not even seen the man Miss An nacker was going to marry, and what matter? He would send her five dol lars, and they would buy so many things" for Betty; chickens and jellies . and those daiuty trifles" that wore all she could take pleasure in now. Toor i Miss Coliisson ,puiied out th? Vox Augelica with loving fingers. Ah. well, she herself had something be tier; How that canzonetta just sang to her! The guests began to arrive at last, and she tmned to brighter strains. The church filled very fast: half She countryside and all the village were there. Miss Coliisson played her best, and she had not loved her instrument ithirty years in vain. She heard the Juridegroom and then the clergyman enter, and almost immediately she was told that the bride was at the door; Stopping short in the middle of a festal air she struck the trumpet call of Elsa's wedding march. A fine thing! It stirred the blood of soldiers in her vejns; and '.she played iit proudly at iirst, then softly and beautifully; then loud again, caring little whether the bride was Waiting patiently or ner- irously. jThen "The Voice That Breathed 0er.Eden," and at last she could look round. The choir came" between her and all the rest, but she saw the bridal group bit by bit; a crowd of girls in white; Miss Annacker herself, lovely as ever, in a white mist of veiling; and beside her how like, oh, how like that tall, gallant, young man with the frank eyes surely she ' was twenty-eight years back and the rest was a dream! But, no. The hot tears started to her eyes; it could not be; this was real ity. Perhaps some relative; perhaps, indeed, his son a bitter thought. Had lie married? She had not heard. She had never tried to hear. When she Lad .isolated herself with Bettey she had endeavored to inter that "might have been-" But there was no reason why he should have done the same. "A man'' Miss Coliisson turned round to the dear, old organ, and her face- was white now "a man forgets so soon!" And so she forced the"m all out of her mind and played "0 Perfect Love," as all the church said they had never heard it played before. She did not notice that half her choir had stopped singing to listen; she was' breathing all her passion for sweet sound., and all ' the starved love of her heart into the hymn that had meant nearly life . for her once. "O Perfect Love" that had been denied her. Might it flow on this dear head that was so like, so like lluit Gear one that hsid left her so hmg vzo. Her he sd was bowed over the yfllow keys, her tears fell like rain. There was no bitterness in her thoughts: that had been purged out long ago by Betty. This waj her sim ple lot to play with such (pure har monies the bridal hy:n:i" that her own Jie tad missed. O But her face was shining as she hurried home when all was over leu dollars, not five! What luxuries for EzUyY She reached the tihy cottage TillS And fa're you well for evermore, O ladder at the hayloft door, " O, hayloft where the cobwebs cling, 'v : Good-bye, good-bye, to everything! Crack goes the whip, and off we go; The trees and houses smaller grow; Last, round the woody turn we swing; Good-bye, good-bye, to averything! R. L. Stevenson. rs ncv ;x rv ; . vn ;v r rs , breathless, the golden coins chinkiug in her hand, and ran straight to the in valid couch in the parlor kitchen, and threw them on the coverlet. "So you have come at last!" 'Well she had known this would be the greeting. "Did they make you play double time for the pay? It is well you get something extra sometimes "Indeed, it is very well. Miss Col iisson was already busy with the fire, for it was past dinner time, and Betty was always worse when she was hun gry. "You must have something nice for tea. to make up for this scrappy dinner. Did you take your milk?" "No. I am sure it is turning sour Why can you not stop taking- it from that woman? You know she has not the best milk in the village. She can not feed her cow properly on that bit of land. It is mistaken philanthropy to let her think so. I have told you so again and again. If he only had to. that husband of hers could get up and work " Some cinders fell out. The poller ionowea. miss collissou rose in a hurry and knocked over a footstool. "There," she said, "that is lighting 'up nicelj Will you have beef tea or mutton broth to-day ?" 4 1 do not eare. You: know I have never cared abput what I get to eat since we are so poor. ; wnat a noise you are making. And I have such ueaaacne. 'lnis cottage is like an oven. Will you never agree to taking those rooms in tha't farmhouse? I know I should like them so much bet ter." "But you know quite well that yon could never sleep with the noise of all those birds and animals about you all day" Miss Coliisson -was laying the white cloth swiftly. With glass and china, and her face was quiet and her M)ice as genue as ever. "Ana do you not think you would tire rof living in another person's house?" "Yon know I would not mind any thing if only I could get larger r&ouis I cannot breathe in these "holes. You would say the same yourself if you had to live in them continuelly, and not be able to get out whenever youjlike. j.ne organist was silent. Sua was never allowed out for more thsiu an hour at a time, unless it was for service or practice. The fretful voice went on What was the weddin? like? You, never tell me anything. I have to wring it out of you. I suppose they did everything in the best of style. Rich-people can. We would have given you as grand a one if you had only married Richard. Torrehs before papa became bankrupt. He would have had to keep you then, instead of thro win. you over like an old shoe, and I could have had what I wanted, instead of having to put up witli the scrapings of what you can earn. ;Oh. if you only had not kept putting off your wedding against all papa's wishes, just because it pleased you to delay and dilly-dally with Richard." "The beef tea was boiling over. The organist ran to the fire and rescued it pouring it into a bowl and bringing it to hetf sister quickly. ,Her face was white; there was a dumb appeal in ber eyes, but not to Betty. That had been useless twenty-eight years ago. Only to-day it "was hitting her hard. Her outer shell of calm had been broken in the church, and it was impossible to hear all this unmoved. Oh, the long lifetime it seemed since Richard Tor rens had gone from her, not because she was poor, but because she would not leave this helpless, deformed sister, who always tormented like this for the comforts she had lost! . "Your beef tea will be cold, Betty." "No, it is too hot. Give me a soup plate to pour rt into, and give me some new bread, not that stale loaf. You like old bread. What did M'isr An nacker wear? I' do think she mighM have epine to see me before this. She came seldom enough, seeing we are every bit as well connected as she is. But, of course, it is money! They are rich and we are beggars. All the dif ference." r "She wore white satin." "Yes, of course. She is a pretty girl in a dolly way. Did she look well?" "Lovely." "I would not say that. Her features are not regular, and she is always smiling. I never could see what peo ple found to rave about in her. It is just because she is rich. We are as good: as they are, and yet who wants to know us?" Miss Coliisson was removing the soup plate. Suddenly Betty noticed her face "How white you are. I believe you played that organ too long this morn ing. Why can you not take care" of yourself? Thinl- what would happen if you were unable to earn any money, We should have.to go to the poorhous e. and I should die of shame. Do think a little of me." "Oh, there is no danger of my falling ill. I think." Miss Coliisson laughed, and then looked startled at the note of bitterness' in her laughter. Had she really been thinking it would be well to fall ill and die? Surely Betty's complainiDgs were not begin ning to cast their" shadow over her. She sat down arid choked over -some dinner unheeding'Betty's; intermittent string of grievances. To-day she seemed to hear them more than usual. Perhaps she-was growing hopeless. Yes, she would get past work some time, and she never knew whom .ghe wished would die first; poor Betty, who ' clung so pitiably to life, or herself, who. in dying would leave the helpless, de formed thing so utterly alone. "Nannie! Are you deaf? What is Captain Torwor thy like?" "Very good-looking," said Nannie, with pale lips. "Tall and dark." "And his father, the General?" Miss-Collissoft rose quickly and began to clear the table. "I could not see him. You know the choir was packed, and I could only catch glimpses of the people." "And you say you could, not count the roses' and the lilies. I wish you could have had some; they will only wither there now. Of course, your flowers are good enough. I am not complaining. but you know I always liked really fine owers." '. So it went" on until Betty w'as finally settled for her afternoon sleep, and the organist had taken her hat and coarse gloves and tools to wrork in the garden. "You are not going far?" Betty asked, eying her suspiciously as she pulled down the blind. "Remember I have been alone all the morning." "Yes, I remember. I do not mean to leave the garden. You can call me when yoti awake." Then she escaped. The Virginia creeper wanted nailing up and a storm of wind had dashed about her hedge of sweet peas. Then there was a bed ; of scarlet lobelias, edged with calceolarias, to be weeded, and she worked hard at one after an other. Only not quite so hard enough to keep from thinking. Twice she started to go iuto the house for a book, but Betty must not be awakened, and she came back to her! weeding. There was a -new, strange hstlessness about her slender, little form.' Betty had spoken truly; she must have overtired herself at the organ. Or she was grow ing old. Old! And with old age in creasing helplessness. All without hope of escape or change. Two scalding tears fell upon the cal ceolarias. She looked up to dash them away and there he ;was entering the little gate, tall, thinner than formerly, gray-headed and bronzed, but plainly the boy's father and tho more than friend of her youth. She rose and turned to meet him, half dazed. "I saw.. you in church." he explained, simply, striding over the little flower beds, and taking her hand, coarse glove and all. in his. "I am very glad. I am very glad. I have looked for you several times, but my life has mostly been spent in the Far West. Did you see me?" j "No," she faltered, her delicate little face flushing deeply. "1 could not. But I saw him. He Is So very like " She. looked u,p at the General with the tears still on -her- lashes. "And I thought-" ; ' "Yes. He is my only son. My wife died ten years ago. j Here sit down." He put her on tlio- stone seat and prodded holes in the neat gravel waik till she controlled herself. "They told me all about you." He gazed thoughtfully: at the tiny little house before him. "You were always brave, Nannie." Gradually he told her of his life: of his success as a soldier: how he had taken another name with a fortune and done well in life. He did not ask much about her own. Terhaps he had guessed most of it, and had been told tho rest. "I did you a great wrong. Nannie," he said, "twenty-eight years ago. I was young ana very noi-neauea. l re pented soon enough, but you were gone. I never forgot you, I think I loved you alwaysthough I loved my I own dear wife also. I am all alone now: my Doy is gone, you see. i nave thought very much about you lately Am I too old? You are all alone, too There is time for happiness still. Will you marry me now. Nannie?" She started and trembled exceed ingly. Oh. you forget!" she cried, but soft ly, because they were neaf the window 4You remember why we parted. JVnd I can'make no secret of it. Oh. Rich ard, she is "worse than she ever was! iYou do not know. But it is unalter able. I am all she has, and I camiot leave her. And she will never leave me. In her way she is fond of me, and so it can never be." The General stiff enca his straight back and fixed his eyebrows in a stern air of command. Betty," he saitf, firmly. '-'Betty must come, too. And that was the way in which, after many years, Nannie was caugat on toe rebound. New York Weekly. Th Improved Methods of Modern Sociely "Do you think that society is im proving?" "Assuredly," answered the bookish man. "In old ' days , when a man was robbed a pistol was shoved into his face and he was made gener ally uncomfortable.- Now he is per mitted to send his money by mail and gets some sort of an engraved receipt foii it." Washington Star. Pleasant Phytic. The "grape cure" has now begun at Weisbaden. It- is a pleasant one, though rather monotonous, as the pa tient sometimes manages to . eat as much as ten pounds of grapes during the day. The diet has an excellent ef fect on those who suffer fjom an aemia, or from dyspepsia in all its troublesome forms". Vanity Fair. Bloodhounds are net naturally cruel. Their mission is tv track a fugitive, not injure. Those whom they follow are rarely, if ever, torn or injured by the pursuing hounds. J "Plucl? and (SSueniurc. NARROW ESCAPE. EE this?" said W. H. Leuk- hart, chief machinist's mate in charge of the naval recruiting station at the Postofllce Building, to day, holding up what ap peared to be half a silver coin. "Well, a chum of mine in the Navy has the other half, and it slaved his life once. it's a coin of Colombia. We were ao- ing duty . on the Isthmus of Panama and stopped in at a little fruit shop. The coin is only worth about a fifth of a cent, but what we bought did not come to that, antL-the old woman in charge of the shop took out a Knife and cut the coin in two. .It struck us is so absurd that we gave her another coin and kept that as a souvenir: We punched holes in the halves and strung then on our watch chains. "About a year after that we were cruising in tue Canary islands, ana some of the Spanish dons at Lag Palmas invited the officers to a grand ball. When we lauded we saw a curi ous procession making its way out of the town." What struck us as particu larly peculiar was that the Captain of the company walked in the rear of his soldiers. As scon as we met some of the natives they explained that he was the head executioner and that the job was a hereditary one. Although he is in command of a company, he has to walk in the rear, and whenever he goes into a cafe to eat the proprietor smashes the plates as soon as he has finished. 'We followed the procession to wit ness the peculiar execution. Finally we came to a deserted place and found that the method of execution was to place the victim in a chair, where a steel band is placed around his , neck. With the turn of a screw the band is tightened. "After the execution Ave thought it would be a good chance to take a pic ture of one of the fellows., and my chum got into the chair. We tightened up the band a little bit and took the picture. Somebody decided that we had better leave him there a little longer, and wo 'strolled away to the grand ball. It was so interesting that we forgot the poor fellow for a couple of hours, and - when -we - hurried- back he was gone. . "We did not worry any. supposing that- he had gone back to the ship. The next morning, however, he was nowhere to be found, and we went on shore to search, for him. To make a long story short, we spent all morning and most of the afternoon ' in trying to get a clue. Just as we were giving up in despair I noticed an old native sitting on the roadside. Around his neck was a strnag and on the string was the half coin. "You can imagine that I grabbed the native and sent one of the bo,ys for somebody that could talk the lingo. It seems that the natives who live in the Atalayau caves are supposed to take away the victims ofhe execution and bury them in caves. They get whatever is on the person. "We started the old fellow up on the jump and pushed him up the hills on the end of our walking sticks. He led ns by little paths and lanes through. the mysterious caves, and finaljy came to one that had n great stone rolled up against its mouth. Lying on ji heap of bones was the Lieutenant in a dead faint. He was-stripped and bis hair had turned white. We shook him up and gave him some stimulant, and in a little while he came around.. "That fellow had an awful lot of nerve. He declared that he knew we would get him out, but that we were an awful long time .doing it. He thought the whole thing was a joke. As he had been one of the ringleaders in all the stunts on board ship, he took the whole thing in good part. It seems that he had dozed off, and, be ing one of the sleepers that you can't wake up with an ax, never quivered until the natives had left him in the cave ' for some hours." Minneapolis Journal. HUNT FOR WILD BEASTS. "Hunting big game to capture it." says a writer in the London Magazine, "is a far more dangerous business tbSin hunting, merely to kill, and when on the trail one cannot be too cautious. One of the closest shaves I ever had was in the pursuit of a couple of rhin oceroses. I .had news that a couple were in the vicinity: and. as I had an order for a pair, I started out with eighteen Malay coolies to track and trap them. "We had arrived, after a two days' journey, at a spot where it seemed possible to trap them, and were pros pecting around, when; suddenly my gun-bearer, who always walked just behind me, cried out. dropped the rifle, and. followed by the others, bolted for the nearest tree. Now the Malays are among the bravest of the earth, and will face any animal except the wild buffalo: and certainly their fear of this ture is well founded, for it is the most ferocious brute I have ever en countered. Not only will it attack on sight, but it will pick up a scent and f track its quarry; while if it trees it, it will wait around the tree till its? prey either comes down to fight or fall? exhausted from hunger. It stands five feet from the shoulder, weighs from a ton to a. ton and three-quarters, and moves with the speed of a horse. Its horns spread from three to four feet, pointed as spears, but its short neck prevents it from using them on .any object thai is lying on the ground otherwise I should never be telling this story. I-jl mm 'Even as I heard my gun-bearer shout 'Siadongr in his native tongue, I gw the, huge beast bearing down upon me .like, a whirlwind For;- the moment I was too" paralyzed to move; The speed at which the sladong" was going carried it past -me, but as I turned I slipped, my foot caught in a Toot, and I fell, twisting my ankle badly." In that sec ond I thought, my .time had come, for saw the animal turn and bear down upon me again. In my left hand I was carryng my piarang, a long, broad, keen-bladed knife that I used to cut my way through the jungle, and with it I slashed out wildly at the beast, cutting its knees to the bone. It lurched and fell across my knees, tried to rise, but failed. j . "On seeing the sladong fall my treed coolies came" down, and one put a bul let into the animal's brain. I was sick with pain when they lugged me out, and, though I had a broken anjjle and was badly bruised, I thanked my lucky star I was still alive." A PERILOUS EXPERIENCE. Ben, Benson and Ben Oleson, Glou cester fishermen, missing since Septem ber 9 from the Gloucester fisherman Arbutus, turned up sound -and well on the Scandinavian-American liner Hellg Olav. The two Bens were assigned one day by Captain Pfluger of the Ar butus to set out the trawls off the Grand Banks. They rowed away in the dory to do it. and that was the last' the men of the Arbutus saw of them. A thick fog settled off. the Banks about that time, and the trawl setters were unable to find their way back to the vessel. Then they began to drift, and the seas got choppy, and they had all they could do to keep the sixteen-foot dory afloat. For the next twenty-four hours they bailed out the wrater that poured with relentless regularity into their frail craft. They had neither food nor fresh water, and matters soon became serious. The second day a big tramp steamship was sighted and the cutwater caused the little dory to do all kinds of stunts, but the lookout on the tramp did not see them, and the steamer was soon lost to view. The next day they sighted another steamship. This time it was an ocean liner heading at full speed for New York. It was several miles away, and the man on the lookout again failed to see them. The great ocean grey hound went her way. Benson and Oleson continued to drift. The Gloucester men were almost crazed for water and food, but they J kept on bailing and hoping. For three j daj-s they hoped. The sky was clear and blue all these last three days, but neither sail nor smoke from pass ing craft did they sight. They knew that unless somebody sighted them within a day it was a thousand to one that they would die. . Almost exhausted, but still bailiug, when the sun came up on the morning of the seventh day, their -hearts al most leaped into their throats, .for only a few hundred yards away was the steamship Nicolai II.. bound for. Copen hagen. The lookout saw them, and ten minutes later the Nicolai had stopped and a lifeboat was on the way to rescue them. In an hour the? were sa'fe on board the Nicolai II. and on the way to Copenhagen. When the Nicolai II. reached Copen hagen the .American 'Consul took the Gloucester men in charge and sent them home. New York Times. PROSPECTORS' PLUCK. The story of the stampede over the h Arctic divide of the Seward peninsula is one of the heroic pages of history which will probably never be written in detail. It abounds in instances of reckless daring and optimistic philoso phy. Imagine, for instance, a starving man walking sixty miles with frozen teet and then cheerfully . sitting down and amputating his own blackened toes with his pocketkuife. in order to avert .blood-poisoning. Such episodes as that are mere trivial details in the history of the "Arctic Ocean or bust" stampede. i There were no trails in those frozen wilds, and each party had its own ideas as to tho best route. Half frozen and on famine rations, they struggled northward. Some of them came upon lava beds that necessitated a painful and difficult portage, and often, for weeks at a lime, they had no shelter but their sleeping bags. 1 It was impossible to calculate defi nitely on the day's travel, for fierce and sudden 'blizzards forced them to the shelter of their sleeping bags for hours. and even days. The spirit thermome ter often registered sixty degrees be low zero. It was no uncommon thing for men to prospect through six feet of snow for a handful of dwarf .willows in order to procure drinking water, for insanity lurks in unmeited snow when men or dogs quench their thirst with it on the frail. Despite tho scantiness of the supply of provisions they were able to carry, they had no fear of venturing hundreds of miles from their base of Supplies. Many mushers ran forty miles a day behind the dogs, some Struggled on for days after their food Was exhausted, gnawing grass and willow bark in an effort to keep body and soul . together. Marie Coe, in Sun set Magazine. CARRIED WOUNDED HUSBAND. i A dispatch to the Chicago Record Herald from Monument, Col., says that Mrs. C. B. Wilson, wife of the station agent at that place, accidentally shot her husband while' hunting. He dropped to th ground insensible, but the plucky woman, although weighing less than 115 pounds, carried the man, who weighs 155 pounds, a quarter of a mile up the mountainside to the tracks of the Denver and Rio Grande Rail road. She then signalled a fast freight, which stopped and took the injured man aboard. ' stead of putting it in 'StzszZs&i ... . pot with lard, and as the to the side of theBOt Bcriy 4444. .. .. U spoon. Continue: KrapiO, "There's a train at 4.04," said Miss Jenny; "f our tickets 111 take. Have you any Said the man at the door, " "Not for 4.04, For four for 4.04 is too many. CONCLUSIVE EVIDENCE. Mrs". Gad "Did your husband enjoy himself in Paris?" Mrs. Fad "Well, he brought me home a $30,000 necklace." Brooklyn Life. FRIENDLY PATS. Rodrick "They say Cholly Goodfei low is very popular around town." Van Albert "I should say so. Why, he wears out two coats" a month just from people slapping him on tho back." Chicago News. WHY HE BELIEVES. Fat "Do yez belave Mn ghosts," Moike?" Mike "Oi do. Oi don't think thur's a ghost of a chance avme iver becom in' Prisidint av Amerikey." Star of Hope vSing Sing Prison). SOMETHING QUITE DIFFERENT. Dumley "What they call 'preferred stock' is the stock that pays divi dends, isn't it?" Wiseman "Not at all; but the stock that does pay dividends is always pre ferred." Philadelphia Press. ENLARGING THE VOCABULARY.. "They say that American traveling men will now have to learn Chinese." "Say. just think of a popular drum mer telling a laundry full of grinning' Chinamen the latest good story in choicest chink!" Cleveland nam Dealer. AGED. . "These are good chickens," declared the dealer. "If that's true," replied Mrs. House- keep, "there's no truth in the old say ing." "What old saying?" " 'The good die young.' "Philadel phia Press. MEDICINE. Doctor "How are the pains to-day? No better? Then don't take any more of those pills." Patient "I haven't taken any of them yet, doctor." Doctor "Why. that accounts for it. Take them as directed." Ally Sloner. CAUGHT. T ".didn't think that story you told at dinner last night was very funny," said the man with the short memory. "It was so utterly impossible." "Was it?" said his friend. "It was one you told me a long time ago. I didn't believe it at' the time." Detroit Free Press. j SUFFICIENTLY. REPRESENTED. "What does your wife think of worn an's suffrage?" ' "Not much." answered Mr. Meekton "She believes that a woman who can't make at least one man vote the way she wants him to doesn't deserve to have any influence in affairs." Wash ington Star. THE REAL TROUBLE "You can't imagine," said the musi cal young woman, "how distressing it is when a singer realizes that she has lost her voice." "Perhaps not," replied the plain man, 'but I've got a fair idea how distress ing it is when she doesn't realize it." Chicago Journal. AN ILL WIND, ETC. Old Mr. Brownstone (reading the pa per)"! see that in the recent storm at sea a ship loaded with passengers went ashore." Old Mrs. Brownson (placidly) "How fortunate! I can imagine how glad those passengers were to get on dry land." London Tit-Bits. FROM BAD TO WORSE. "Mike," said Plodding Pete, as he climbed into a freight car, "I'm glad de Government doesn't own de rail roads." "Why?" i "Because when we takes a free ride now de worst dat happens is to be put off. But if de Government was ruunin' de lines we'd be arrested fer graftin sure." Washington Star. AN EMBARRASSING BLUNDER. "How did your father treat George 'when he asked him for you?" "It was one of papa's deaf days, and he thought George was asking him for a loan." "What did he say?" "He told George that while he would be glad to loan him the trifle lie asked for, he had so many l-equests of the same character that he begged to be excused." Cleveland Tlaiu Dealer, soon as it adheres, nnm . are all cooked. It is a nice SLv. ' TAPIOCA CJjSTAED. Take one Quart f6f fresh milk, two eggs half a cupful of! pearl tapioca, half a cupful of white sugar. Soak tne tapioca over night, and next morning drain off all the water while the milk is scalding in the double boiler; when the milk is hot add the tapioca, and let it simmer t,en minutes; beat the. su gar and" eggs together, ' and add the milk and tapioca; flavor wi;u cinna mon, vanilla or nutmeg. STUFFED POTATOES. . Choose twelve good sized potatoes, wash them and scrub the skins -with a brush; bake them until done (about an hour). Remove from the oven, cut a slice off of one end of each, scrape out the potato, mix it lightly with a small piece of butter, pepper and salt, re pl&ce it in the skin, and when all are done return them to the oven for ten minutes; In serving cut a slice off the other, end to malke them stand upright on a flat dish, leaving the top uncov ered. .A little cookea meat can ue mixed in before replacing the potato in the skin if desired. CREAMED LIVER. Cut two pounds of liver into small pieces; cover with cold water for ten minutes and drain. Heat three table spoonfuls of butter and put in the liv er; season with salt and pepper, and cook slowly for ten minutes, browning it on all -sides, then take up the liver and put where it will keep warm. Put one slice of onion in the frying pan and cook one minute; add three tablespoon fuls of flour and cook constantly, stir ring until it begins to froth. Draw the pan back, and add one pint of warmed milk to it, stirring carefully. Let it come to a boil. Put the liver, in this and serve. Hints for, the; I nOUSEKEEPERol Spinach and carrots are both excel lent for the complexion. , Rice cakes with creamed -fish is excellent luncheon dish. Oil of 'sassafras will drive insect from the pantry shelves. When canning pears that are flat and tasteless put a stick of cinnamon in each jar. Enamelled saucepans can be easily cleaned by using powdered pumice stone. Raspberry shrub is greatly improved by squeezing into each glass a little lemon juice. A delicious salad is made of cucum bers, pears and piccalilli, dressed with mayonnaise. Handkerchiefs should be put into a tub of cold water by themselves with a handful of, salt. Chicken croquettes served on broiled tomatoes make a very appetizing lun cheon substantial. Flannelette goods may be taken by .themselves, or mixed with the ordin ary personal, linen. White stains may be removed from mahogany by rubbing- the spots quick ly with a little grain alcohol. Egg stains may be removed from sil ver spoons and forks by covering them with salt moistened with water. Lettuce leaves and. water cress should be washed in salted water to remove all insect life and improve the flavor. To clean cake tins aad other tinware. place them in boiling water with soap. and boil for an hour, when they will be found equal to new. Immediately after taking the china from the dishpan rinse in warm water and stand in racks to drain, or else dry quickly while still hot. Very nice lace should be tacked onto a flannel covered bottle, covered with an old handkerchief, and splashed about in the soapy water until clean. Wooden vessels will need constant scalding and scrubbing With hot water and soap. Butter pats when not in use should always be kept in cold water. Lace should never be passed through blue water. If it is valuable it will be come a bad color, and cheap lacj will be improved b3T the absence of blue water. If -the housekeeper is unable to ob tain a reguflar brush for cleaning pol ished floors, a substitute can be made by covering an ordinary broom with a soft muslin bag. A large ink spot was removed, from a light colored A"minster carpet by the application of a common kitchen sand soap with a soft cloth ihat had been wrung" nearly dry. - An old fashioned housekeeper has her carpets all "wiped off" while oh the floor with a cloth wrung out of tepid water with which a little ammonia has been mixed. But. unless the water out of which the. cloth is fre quently wrung be changed often, more bavni than good will be, accomplished.'
Carolina Watchman (Salisbury, N.C.)
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