T I! K C V C A I A -
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CiKTTING INFORMATION OUT
OF PA.
My pa. he didn't go to town
Last evening after tea.
But got a book and settled down
As comfy as could be.
I'll tell you I was offul glad
To have my pa about
To answer all the things I had
Been tryln to find out.
And so I asked him why the world
13 round, instead of square.
And why the piggies' tails are curled.
And why don't fish breathe air?
And why the moon don't hit a star.
And why the dark Is black?
And jvss't how many blrd3 there are,
And -a ill the wind come back?
And why does water stay in wells.
And why do June bugs hum,
And what's the roar I hear in shells.
And when will Christmas come?
And why the grass is always green,
Instead of sometimes blue,
And why a bean will grow a bean,
And not an apple, too?
And why a horse can't learn to moo,
And why a cow can't neigh?
And do the fairies live on dew.
And what makes hair grow gray
And then my pa got up, an' see!
The offul words he said,
I hadn't done a thing, but he
Jest sent me off to bed.
Trade Register.
A SONG OF HOPE.
Imitation of Ten nyson's wtll known sontf of Tears
Joys, empty joys, I know not what
they mean;
Joys from the height of an immortal
hope
Rise in the soul and glisten in the
eyes
In looking ou earth's wasted winter
fields
And thinking of the days that are to
come.
Fresh as the ray that shows the com
ing ship,
Ladeu with treasures from a distant
shore,
Bright as the light which gladdens
over one
That brings our loved ones back from
absence long,
So bright, so fresh the days that are
to come.
Ah, strangely glad as in bright sum-
' mer dawns
The blithesome note of happy tuneful
birdj
To waking ears, when unto waking
eyeJ
The window quickly glows with ra
diant day,
So strangely glad the days that are
to come.
Dear as love tokens pledged for fu
ture joy.
And sweet as those by mother love
prepared
For infant life unborn, yea, deep as
love.
Deep as God's love, and rapturous
with hope.
O life from death, the days that are
to come!
E. C. Dargan, D.D.
Macon, Ga.
HOW TO SELECT YOUR CLIMBING
VINES.
A house almost entirely covered
with vines is quite as unsatisfactory
as the yard so filled with shrubs that
all traces of the lawn are lost in a
eeneral effect of thicket. We often
see houses so overrun with vines that
scarcely anything of the house is in
evidence.
One good vine, trained up the
house walls, and prevented from
rambling where there seems to be no
need of a vine, will afford much
pleasure, says the New Idea Woman's
Magazine for July. But, in order to
secure this result, the character of
the vine used must be understood be
fore planting, and it must be given a
place where its attractions can be
given ample chance to display them
selves. A vine that has a tendency co go
away up, up, up until it can hang its
festoons of greenery from the cornice
seems sadly out of place when obliged
to confine itself to a one-story build
ing. Such a vine is our native Ani
pelopsis, better known as American
ivy or Virginia creeper. This cannot
do itself justice unless allowed to
climb to a considerable height, as it
always does when growing in the
forest and along streams. There it
chooses a lofty tree for its support,
and it is not content until it reaches
its topmost branches. When planted
by a house, it will be sadly ineffective
if it cannot clamber to the second or
third story.
The celastrus generally known as
bitter-sweet is a native plant of
great value for house use, if the right
kind of support can be given it.
It has no tendrils, but climbs by
tightly colling its branches as it
grows.
We often find old plants of its
growing over trees into whose
branches it has embedded itself so
deeply that it cannot be separated
from them. The best support for
it. when planted about the house, is a
large, stout wire extending from the
ground to the cornice, or in whatever
direction you desire the vine to grow.
TRY TO "HAPPY UI
Agnes is a little girl with such a
bright, happy face that it Is a pleas
ure to look at her. One day. in an
swer to her mother's call, she came
running home from a neighbor's two
or three doors away. Her eyes were
so bright, her lip.s so smiling, that
her mother smiled, too. "Do you
want me, mother?" asked Agnes.
"No, dear," said her mother. "Not
for anything important. I missed
you, that is all. Where were you,
daughter?"
"At the Browns'. And oh, moth
er, Walter was cross, but I happied
him up so that he got all over it;
and then the baby cried, and I had
to happy her up; then some one
stepped on the kitten's tail, and I was
just going to happy her up when you
called me."
The mother laughed. "Why, what
a happy time you had! It must
make you happy yourself to happy
up little boys and babies and kittens,
for you look as happy as possible."
And this is true. The more we try
to make others happy, the happier
we shall be ourselves. Then put
away frowns and pouting lip3. Try
to "happy up" those who are trou
bled, cross, or sick, and soon you will
find yourself happy. Selected.
IX HONOR PREFERRING ONE AN
OTHER. Paul's father had given him a
spotted pony for a birthday present.
When Gyp was led into the barn lot,
Paul was so delighted that he could
hardly contain himself. He ran out,
and told Joe, the negro man, to sad
dle him up right away, for he wanted
to take a ride through town before
dinner. In a few moments Paul was
on his pony's back and at the front
gate.
Just then his mother came out of
the door and called: "Why Paul, are
you going to leave your cousin Sam
here all alone? You know he just
came this morning, and he's crippled
and can hardly get out of doors."
( "O. mamma. I forgot," Paul re
plied; "I won't be gone long. I'm
just going up town and back."
"Well, get down and ask your cou
sin Sam to excuse you," the mother
commanded.
Paul dismounted, tied his pony to
the hitching-post, then went into the
house.
"Paul, I am afraid you have for
gotten the golden text of your Sunday-school
lesson," his mother sug
gested. "You know you said you
would try to live up to it."
"Let's see," began Paul. " Be
kindly affectioned one to another
with brotherly love; in honor prefer
ring' O, yes, Cousin Sam, I tell
you what we're going to do. Mam
ma will help you on Gyp, and you
shall have the first ride. I'll lead
him for you, and we'll go right up
through town."
Sam had begun to clasp his hands
with joy. "Won't that be great!"
he cried; then added, "but I expect
you'd better take the first ride,
Paul."
"No, no," Paul replied. "I'll feel
better to have my little cousin in
itiate my pony for me."
So Paul's mother helped Sam out
to the fence and lifted him on the !
pony's back, and they started off. It
was hard to tell which boy's heart
was tne merrier. rne uniiaren s
Visitor.
DATE AND DABITUR.
It is remarkable how often liberal
givers are blessed of God. He en-
dows with greater means of giving
those who can be trusted to do good
with their means. Luther used to
tell a parable in illustration. He
noted for its gifts to the poor. The,ro ac tV,ot T . "
monastery prospered and was famous
for its wealth. The monks began to
hoard the money instead of giving it
to the needy. Soon the monastery
became poor. One day a saint in the
guise of a mendicant went into the
monastery and asked for aims. The
monks told him they had none to
give.
"Do you know why the treasury
is empty?" he inquired.
The monks gave several reasons.
"None of these is the real reason,"
said the saint. "You once had two
brothers in your monastery named
Date and Dabitur. You thrust out
Date, and then when Dabitur felt
lonely without his brother he left of
his own accord."
The monks protested that they
never had such inmates.
"Have you forgotten your Latin,
too?" asked the saint. "Date means
give; and Dabitur, it shall be given
to you. When Date is again an in
mate of your house, Dabitur will re
turn, and your treasury will no long
er be empty." Watchword.
Children think not of the past, nor
of what is to come, but enjoy the
present time, which few of us do.
La Bruyere.
I!OlSf:iIOM rI!OHT CUTS
All wash goods should thru a
la warm salt water three hours. alamos: always later for everything. It
low to partly dry. then iron with aj wasn't because she had to run er
hot iron. The material cannot be .rands or mind the baby, but because
told from the unwashed goods. Then. she was an "ia-a-rninute" and la
when you make the little dreisea. j "Pretty-soon and an "After-awnUe
make the hems wide, and rua a one little girl, who liked to dillydally
or two-inch tuck is them by hand. 'better than anything el .n the
They will be long enongh all summer . world.
without any tiresome ripping of ma- There were some other children In
chine work. j Bessie's room who were often tardy.
so the teacher began to wonder what
Get cotton batting, cut it la small she could do. And soon she thought
squares and bake in a hot oven twen-jof something. She went to the seeds
ty or thirty minutes.. This makes t man and bought some seeds. They
each little square Suff up light and j were aster seeds In paper packets.
feathery, and sofa pillows filed in thi3
way are light as down
Keep a cup with glue in it always
in the kitchen, and if a handle comes j
off a knife or coal shovel put the cup
on the stove in a vessel of warm wa-
ter and quickly repair it. Such a cup
has many uses. One may even stick
a leather patch on the sole of a house
shoe with it. It takes about twenty
four hours to dry thoroughly.
If there are children who annoy
busy mothers by getting their rub
bers mixed, or have any trouble
keeping mates together, teach the
children to fasten them together,
when they remove them from their
feet, with a clothes-pin on which
their initials appear. This can be
done in a small amount of time and
save much trouble.
To rid the house of flies, place pots
of mignonette in the different rooms.
Their odor is very distasteful to flies,
and they will not remain near them.
The New Idea Woman's Magazine
for July.
A BEAUTIFUL HOME.
"Of course, in the end, it all comes
to this: The beauty of a house de
pends almost wholly on the adapta
tion of its design to its surroundings;
don't you think so, judge?"
They had been discussing various
styles of house architecture and, at
the college man's question, the judge
lifted his eyes to those of the speak
er and matching his finger tips
thoughtfully together, answered:
' Yes, from your point of view I sup
pose it does; but a good deal more
of its beauty depends on adaptation
to other things besides the location.
There's a good deal more to it," con
tinued the judge, deliberately.
"The most beautiful home I ever
visited would have been beautiful
anywhere, and yet I'm not at all sure
about the adaptation of its design "
and he smiled quizzically. "Still, it
was a beautiful home for those days
and it was surrounded by lawns and
gardens. There were swings and
sky-parlors in the trees, there was
a brook where you could always fish,
and there was a pond where you
could always fall in and I often
did." The judge chuckled.
"But it wasn't so much the beauty
of the place in itself that I remem
ber; it was the use it was put to. It
was because other people's boys were
always enjoying it, and the little
tots from the orphans' home. They
used to romp and gather chestnuts
or flowers and then sit down and be
filled up with 'good things to eat.
And I can see them now, on the floor
of the drawing-room, eating ice
cream around the lighted Christmas
tree. It was a beautiful drawing
room and there were mnay artistic
things in that home, but its chief
beauty to me was that almost always
there was someone enjoying it who
needed its comfort; a tired mission
ary from India with thrilling stories
for us boys, or a tired stnographer
from the city who regarded her stays
in that home as sort of visits to
heaven. The books were alwavs be-
ing lent to those who hadn't many,
the garden was always being shorn
of its fruits and flowers, the car
riages were always out carrying the
invalids to drive, or the minister's
wife to make calls, or some old lady
back to spend the day. And the dear
lady herself the soul of this home
how beautiful she was!"
"Yes," said the judge, leaning
back in his Morris chair, "I've seen
. many beautiful estates, in different
parts of the world, but I never
i vo i,uui. uiix. , x uoc uct ci seen
any one's carriage which went on so
many errands of mercy; I've been
in a great many fine and artistic
homes, but I've never seen one that
seemed as truly beautiful as that
home. Oh. no, boys, the real beauty
of a home depends on a good deal
besides an artistic design and its t
adaption to the location." The
Standard.
WHAT MOTHER RECEIVED.
"Mother gets up first," said the
new office boy. "She lights the fire
i and gets my breakfast SO T ran trot
j here early. Then she gets father up
gets his breakfast and sends him d"n.
Then she an the baby have their
breakfast."
"What is your pay here?"
"I get $3 a week and father gets
$3 a day."
"How much does your mother
get?"
"Mother!" he said, indignantly,
"why, she don't have to work for
anybody."
"Oh!
I thought you just told me
she worked for
every morning."
the whole family
Oh, that't for us! But there ain't,
no money in that." Exchange.
THr. T.lilii A.xt-ii- i . -3
Little Bessie Berry alaott al-
Sbe ws al-
-Listen, children." said tne teacn
. er. "How many of you ever had a
i
"Bessie had; most of the children
in Bessie's class had.
Then the teacher said a nice
thing: "These seeds are ror you ,
one little packet for each one in thisj
room.
Here Bessie raised her hand:
"Please, may I pass 'em?"
But the teacher shook her head.
"One for each one in the room," she
went on, "who isn't tardly a single
time this month."
That wasn't all. They would plant
the seeds, and after awhile have flow
ers. And then the seedsman would
give a prize to the boy or the girl
who had the finest flowers. It was
really two prizes.
So the children looked at the seeds
longingly, and promised they would
not be tardy one single time. And
some weren't. But Bessie was four
times.
The next month was April, and the
tardy ones tried again. Bessie was
tardy twice. They were to try once
in May.
"Try, try again," said Bessie's
papa. So she tried again. And
mamma helped. Every morning and
afternoon she said "Seeds!" when she
kissed her little girl good-by. Bessie
said "Seeds!" over and over all the
way to school, and didn't dilly-dally
once. And on the last day of May
she took a packet of seeds home.
Bessie and her mamma planted them
right off. They didn't daily-dally
about it at all. Bessie hoped she
might win the seedman's prize.
But it was late and dry, and the
seeds didn't come up very quickly.
Only one seedling grew. Papa called
it a dilly-dally flower. It just would
not catch up with Clara Bell's, across
the street. But Clara Bell had won
her seeds in March.
When the day for the flower show
was nearly come, some of Bessie's
friends had big blue and white asters
in their gardens, and Bessie had one
fine aster plant, with hard, green
knobs at the top. Every morning
she counted the days that were left,
until at last a bit of white showed
in one of the knobs. But then there
was only one day left. So every
body, even Bessie, knew that it would
be a tardy aster, just as Bessie had
been a tardy little girl.
Wrhen at last the day for awarding
the prize came, it was a very, very
sad Bessie who stood in the back gar
den looking down at the tardy aster,
while all of her little friends, with
hands full of punctual asters, went
to the flower show. Wasn't it too
bad? But it must have been a good
lesson for Bessie, for she doesn't
dilly-dally any more. Lulu G. Par
ker, in Little Folks.
FORGETFUL.
Absent-minded Annette belongs to
a club of young women. She went
to a bridal shower given by the club,
and left her present at home.
"I'm so sorry that I forgot it!"i
she said. j
"Never mind." the other girls told '
her; "you can send it around later."
A few weeks later the club gave
another bridal shower, and again
Annette left her gift at home.
"Do you know what I've done?"
she said when she discovered her
mistake. "I've forgotten my pres
ent." No one felt disposed to help her
out.
"But, then," she added, "didn't
one of the girls forget her present
last time, and didn't we say it would
be all right if she sent it around
later? I'm sure that happened to
somebody."
Clothier Were you pleased with
the overcoat which I sold you? Cus
tomer Oh, yes; all my boys have
worn it. Clothier Well, think of
that! Customer Every time after a
rain the next smaller one had to take
it.
"Bridget, has Johnnie come home
from school yet?" "Yis, sorr."
"Have you seen him?" No, sorr."
"Then how do you know he's home?"
"'Cause the cat's hidin under the
stove, sorr."
Saved From Awful Death.
How an appalling calamity in his
family was prevented is told by A.
D. McDonald, of Fayetteville, N. C,
R. F. D. No. 8: "My sister had con
sumption," he writes, "she was very
thin and pale, had no appetite and
semed to grow weaker every day, all
remedies failed till Dr. King's New
Discovery was tried, and so com
pletely cured her, that she has not
been troubled with . a cough since.
I It's the best medicine I ever saw or
heard of." For couehs. colds la
grippe, asthma, croup, hemorrhage
all bronchial troubles, it has no
equal. 50c, $1.00 Trial bottle free. '
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