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9 mt r&ATza. f do a uk, nr 0xl. for raytl pwr Tft Utl tfc sick aad Urn. th X uk the homUr for the rrc4u dower Juat to b kind. ldMt pry to oee the hlnlnc be Of hJfbeet knowledge raoit dirtaelr true. I prr thAt. knowing well ray olraplo dutr. This I mar do. I do not ak that men with (Uttering finger Should point me oui w. mart. But only that the thought of me may linger la one glad heart. I would ttal rUe up upon the men below me Or pulUng at the robea of men abore; I would that frlenda. a few dear friend, meg know me. And. knowing, lore. I do not pray for palace of splendor. Or far amid the world's delights to ream; I pray Uiat I may know the meaning tender j Of home, sweet home. I do net ask that heaven's golden treasure Upon my little, blundering life be spent: But oh. I ask thee for the perfect pleasure - Of calm content. Amos R. Wells A DETERMINED LITTLE GIRL. She most! Panting for breath, soo- blng and praying, on the ran. She heard not the shouts in the street her eyes were on her brother, getting nearer and nearer the awful saloon. He was too frenzied to heed the shout, bat a girl's piercing cry of aeony and despair made him halt and torn about. The next moment he' was beside the unconscious form of little Kathleen who had been knocked down by a runaway horse. Back to their home he bore her and laid her on her own little bed; nor would he Jet any one touch her except the surgeon, although many sympathetic neighbors came to help. "How is it, doctor?" asked James, huskily. There was no'reply for a moment, while the surgeon took up his medi cine case and opened it. "The head escaped miraculously, and no bones are broken except the leg. We might manage that if it were not for these wounds and the Donahue was twelve shock. A collapse is probable, but. Kathleen vears old Judging by her height wuuul .unij " I Touroald have thought her to be not covers consciousness." When the eye 7 fT Z after a Klimpseds at last unclosed and she saw "A" tllTJl e anl1 Jmes bending over her she smiled, anxiety you would have said that sheithough shaking with pain .d-SSVA JUU s-a wvr vmw sv w w mie?" she whispered. "Oh, Kathleen! Kathleen!" he groaned. "Did you, Jimmie?" she persisted in a weaker whisper. was already a woman; lor even a little girl becomes a woman when she is set to solving a hard life problem. Kathleen's brother James was her preblem. She had been his house keeper for the past year, ever since their mother died. The neighbors said that James ought to put the lit tle girl in some home where she couM be properly cared for. She( ought not to work so hard, and that James was too fond of liquor, some times coming home in a dreadful condition. Kathleen told her broth er the neighbors' talk. "Shall you do it, Jimmie?" she asked, catching hold of his arm in her anxiety. For answer he took her on kts knee. "You do work too hard, Kathleen," he said tenderly. "No, I ilon't Jimmie, I love to work. All the forenoon I'm thinking how nice it'll be when you come home to dinner, and in the afternoon I hare lots of time to rest. The even ings are the hardest, brother," she half-sobbed, as she timidly patted his cheek. "Yes, you're too much alone, Kath leen, but you know evening is the eimo T hiT tn tret a bit Of en- VIUJ " t . . . Mt -I- lAvtntnr wit n m v ineniu. "I know. Jimmie, but it isn't being alone, it's the the fear " "The fear that I'll come home drunk. I know, Kathleen. The neighbors are right. I'm a brute and not fit to take care of you. You must grow up a good girl, for moth er's sake." Tears filled her eyes. "I'm trying. Jimmie. but don't you I think you ought to be a good man for mother's sake? You are good. Jimmie all "but the drink." she add ed, nestling against him, "and I don't want to leave you. You won't bind me out, will you, dear Jim mie?" she piteously begged. "No." he answered, strong with a new resolve. "Kathleen, I'm going to try to be a good brother to you and let rum alone. It'll be a tough fight, but you must help me, little sister." "I will! I will!" she promised eag erly; "and I'll ask God to help you, too. Jimmie." j Sho fulfilled, her promise. For two or three days James remained con tentedly at home in the evening and seemed to enjoy himself with reading and games, then he became restless and Kathleen tried in every way to interest him And keep him from the saloon. She invited young people to play games, and she gave them lem onade or some other refreshment. Occasionally she went with him to a neighbor's to spend the evening, still he grew more and more gloomy, and finally he took to walking nervously about the room after supper. Poor Kathleen! How she prayed, talking to. God as she would talk to her moth er, and begging Him to tell her how she could save her brother. Two weeks went by and the time came when the drink craze was at its maddening height. James had eaten no supper. His eyes were glit tering and his hands shook from the strain of the battle. He snatched up his hat. "I'm going out for a minute," he s&ld hoarsely, moving toward the door. Kathleen hurriedly brought him a cup of strong coffee from the table "Drink this first. Jimmie, dear she pleaded. V - With a shamed face he gulped i down and sank into a chair, where he sat for some minutes with his face in his hands. Kathleen crept up to him and putting an arm around his neck began to stroke his hair. For mm - I- A Ta a naix auur ue was uuicl iugu ao suddenly jumped to his feet and without waiting for his hat darted out of the door With a low cry Kathleen ran after him. She must save him! She must! The good God would let ner save him somehow. James was running straight for the one saloon which the place held. Could she catch him? "No, little sister,," he answered, and saw a heavenly smile light up I the pinched face at his reassuring words. "God did let me save you, dear Jimmie," she murmured, with pro phetic joy. Then she drew his hand to her lips and kissed it. A few minutes later the tearful watchers heard her faintly ask, as her eyee again opened: "What shall I tell mother, Jim mie?" "Tell her," he said, choking back the sobs, s"that with God's help I'll never touch another drop of liquor." Those who heard him and knew his after life -believe that in that supreme moment a new mannooa was born within James Donahue. "With God's help," the smiling Ips tried to repeat. A joy not of earth transfigured her face and little Kathleen had gone to her now home. Union Signal. SUCH A$ I HAVE. "All my wealth I give to Jesus, I surrender ail." Phyllis Goodhue's clear young voice rang out above the rest as the congregation in the litle church at Millbury sang the closing hymn for the Sunday morning service. Across the aisle an old man joined in with thin, quavering tones. Phyllis frowned. "I don't see how old Judge Grayson can sing a hymn like this," she whispered to her sis ter who was standing beside her. "Precious litle of his wealth he's like ly to give away. We tried to- get a dollar from him for the organ fund. and he actually refused to 'give any thing." "Hush, Phyllis; domt talk now, admonished the older sister; "be sides, he might hear you," So Phyllis joined in the hymn again, and sang with earnest, serious face and eager eyes: "I surrender all; All I have I give to Jesus- I surrender alL' "It's a beautiful hymn, isn't it, Agnes?" she said, as they were walk ing home together. "It just makes me long lor ai itne wealth in the world, so that I could lay it all, all at the Master's feet. And think of the people all around us who have so much, and are so selfish and stingy with it!" "They won't even give for the or gan fund," laughed Agnes, Phyllis colored. "But surely that is what Mr. Snyder would call a worthy object. And Judge Grayson was really hateful in his refusal. It did vex me to hear him singing the hymn this morning. It's deceitful think; he didn't mean it." "O, Phyllis, dear, you musn't crit icise your elders so freely. It's not becoming in a young girl." "Well, don't preach, Agnes, and we'll talk about something else. What would you do," she went on presently, "if you had a lot of money left yon mnexpectedly?" "It would certainly be unexpected if it came," returned Agnes:' "but an swer your own question. 'Phyllis you've thought more about it than have!" Phyllis' eyes grew dreamy, and her face looked very sweet as she said wny, i u surrender it, or course just as the hymn says. I would' sing a hymn like that if I did not mean it." They were passing the new hospital building, and the sight of the plain structure gave her an idea. That's what I'd like to do, Agnes build hospitals to relieve suf fering, and homes for little 'children who have no parents. Yes, if I were rich, I'd plant hospitals all over the country." " "Bravo, Miss Phyllis," called a cheery voice behind the girls; and Phyllis turned la dismay to see Mr. train arriveo. another train a local Snyder, the new minister, who had train will go back, and It will sarely evidently been near enough to over- atop at your town. Your folks will hear her last words: . "That Is a wonder why you did not come at the worthy ambition, indeed, and I sin- promised time, but when yon do ar cerely hope that some time yon may rive they will be all the more pleased have the funds to carry out your de- to see you. They will be more pleased sire. And then" his eyes looked, than If you had come at the right mischievous, though his face remain- time, for they will be afraid you are ed serious, "perhaps you may be able lost, or something else has hsppened, to find some girl with a sweet voice and when yon step off the train they who will visit your hospitals occa- wm be ever so relieved and happy." sionally. and cheer up the poor suf-j And the frightened look began to ferers with her singing." Touching fade from the little woman's face, his hat, he passed quickly on. land she did not rub her hands ner- Phyllis stood for a moment quite vously. Then to take her mind away still, gazing after the vanishing form from her painful situation, he began of the young minister. Her cheeks ' to talk about other things. Presently were red, and her eyes were filled j heard him telling her, with much with tears. Then she walked on so dramatic action, one of the mostex rapidly that Agnes was obliged to re-1 cruciatingly funny stories I ever monstrate. heard. At first the little woman was "It's too warm to walk so -fast, not sure whether, under the circum Phyllis; and whatever is the matter , stances, it was proper 0 for her to with you, anyway? Mr. Snyder did .laugh. But presently she laughed not mean to vex you, I am sure. You, with delight. have a good voice, we all know that; Now the boy rose to go. As he did and " Ibo he lifted his hat, and made a bow. "Do be still, Agnes," Interrupted Then he resumed his seat. I was Phyllis crossly, and Agnes said no n0w intensely interested In the lad, more. and in a few minutes I sat down be- As soon as she reached home Phyl- side him. Putting my hand famlliar lis went at once to her room, and iy upon his knee, I remarked:- "The there faced the troublesome thoughts little woman over there is a relative the minister's words had called forth. cf yours." Now it was the boy's turn Her vexation was passing away, and to feel confused. He turned red, and a deep feeling of saameand contri- stammered out: "Why, no, sir, she tion had taken Its place. It was only i3 not a relative of mine." a week ago that Mr. Snyder had ask- "Well,!one of your friends," I sug- ed her to sing at the hospital, and gested, "or possibly one of your moth she had refused for so silly a reason er-s friends?" 0 that she hated to acknowledge it, ; n0, sir. I never saw her before in even to herself. And just the night my Hfe." before her father had asked for her "Never saw her before? Why, then, to sing an old-fashioned song he was did you go over there, and take such so fond of it rested him to hear her SDecial Dains to comfort her In her voice, he said; but as she was busy anxiety and distress?" with a piece of embroidery, she made with no little hesitation he told me an excuse that she had no time. And this:' "I was glad of the chance to old Mrs. Lindsay was so lonely just cneer her up. My life up to about now, and she Had asked her weeks eight months ago was a selfish life. ago to come over some evening and My amDition was simply to have a sing for her. "Mr. Lindsay always good time. But my Master showed oved to hear you, dearie, and it will me tnat tnat waa a smaii mean way help to hear the songs you used to t0 iiTe and T promised that if He sing to him," she had said. And WOuld help me, I would never again Phyllis had really meant to go, but iet a day Dasa that j did not try to weeks had passed, and she had found do at ieast ono little service for him. no opportunity. im giad to say that I havent missed ;Yet I was conceited enough to a day ye But r was afraid about to- think if I had money I would give it day l nave been traveling since early reely, when the few little things l moraine, and evervthine has been can give, I keep as stingily as any old stranee to me when I heard the miser. Even now I am being selfish, conduct0r talking so roughly to the eaving dear old Aggie to get ainner ld , and h friehten- while I mope up here." ;ed and worried she was. I said to mv- So she dried her eyes, and putting self. ,Good Gnouek! There's mv on a big apron which quite covered chance So j jU8t went over and her slim, girlish figure, she ran down smoothed her all down for Jesus' stairs to the kitchen where Aggie was gae poking an obstinate fire. t naTi heard manv sermons on "Forgive me for being cross, Ag ChrIgtlan consecration and Christian gie, dear," she said contritely, "and servIcG, but t never heard such a Mr for leaving you to get dinner all mon aa that nreached to me hv thft alone. Now give me that poker, and lftd on raUroad that day. It wa8 et me nx tne nre you how i am not an act DromDted by mere nitr. It genius at that." was not - service that had Its limit- Then as the fire responded to herjfn hm,nitftHT, Anmr m t "I went over and smoothed her down for Jesus' sake." Epworth Herald. . a play. Her. corns a crow of echool boys and girl. How Indepeadtat and confident they look! Would that all their hopes and ambitions canld be gratified! A physician hurries by. pansing enough to say: "A Utile son has corns to gladden the cottage over the way. Hers comes a happy fanny uier. mother and half a dosen children. Papa has a holiday ,and they are go ing to spend It with grandma on farm. An automobile goes by. The occupant is one who spent his life in the accumulation of wealth. Now In & foreirn land children and grand children spend the reward of his la- hor. while, surrounded by only acn kindness and affection as money can buy. he Uvea In the stately mansion on the hillside. A early-decked crowd comes round the corner. There is jingling of bells, snd "Hsppy be the bride thst the sun shines on." Ah. this Is a wedding nwMiinn. They pass into the church, snd are lost from view. Chil dren are coming In all directions. smfn of music fill the air. This is the old organ-grinder on his annual itt "Yankee Doodle." "Annie Laurie." and "Sweet Bye and Bye,' follow In quick succession, the mon key takes the pennies, and they move on to the next square. Yonder is a bevy of handsomely gowned and attractive women. A fashionable club has adjourned, and they, too, are hurrying homeward. The sun is sinking in the west. hear the tread of marching feet, and the old soldiers pass by. They are following a comrade, a veteran of the Civil War. veteran in the battle of life, to his last, long home. The shadows lengthen, workmen home ward plod; twilight gathers; the stars come forth; the day is done. Franklin, Pa. Auvrm are very ft wooxa yon can be m all subjects. D7Jf of your intimacy ia ana der. and never go beyoad iLJj .K The best part of performance of his daily k hlgber motive, iiesi sentiments In count If they do act 1U to strengthen hla for U charge of the dnti. v. upon him In the ord!ArT .. life. It VT rtv.. ' if &xlng Somad tn the earth are sootUa fore a terrible earthed, .v s w of the coming peril. NturrTJ Ings are kind. That 4all v"" achs in the back warp, m neys need attention If yea cape those danreroui xzUJ Dropsy. Diabetes, or BriurTh" ease. Take Electric Bitten M T and see backache ay tZ& & I best feelings return. "yy ceived great benefit fro a nv, for kidney and bliddtr trA-! writes Peter Bondy. Sout w wood. Mich. "It is ceruiily Zl kidney medicine." Try it. cents at all drujgiiu. "N energetic attention and burst out into glowing flame, she said, somewhat shame-facedly: "Can we have din ner a litle early? I am going to the hospital to sing at the afternoon ser vice, and I shall have to leave at 2." And Agnes, being wise and tact ful beyond her years, said only, "Why, yes, dear; just set the table while I finish preparing these pota toes, and dinner will soon be ready -Pittsburg Christian Advocate. A SERMON IN A RAILROAD COACH. The train stopped at a junction in the mountains, and took on several passengers. Among the number was a little old woman, who took the seat just inside the door. She was very small, and could not have weighed more than a hundred pounds. She must have been eighty at least. Her face was deeply wrinkled, but was beautiful. Her clothes were plain, but neat. Her eyes seemed very bright as she looked out through her gold-rimmed glasses. The little wo man was evidently unaccustomed to travel, for she seemed nervous and ill at ease. "Tickets!" called the conductor as he entered the car. The new passenger went down into her bag for her ticket, and with? smiles all over her face handed it up to the conductor, instantly a frown came over his face, and in a coarse. loud voice, he said: "What are you J aomg on tms train t we dont stop; at your town. No stops till we get to, Scranton. Guess you haven't travel-' ed much, old woman. Next time you ' go away from home you'd bet ter take some one along to take care of you. We'll take you on to Scran-' ton, and you can get back to-night, sometime!" The little woman was thoroughly frightened. She turned red In the face and then she got white. She rubbed her hands in pitiable nervous- J ness, as she looked hopelessly about. Just then a young fellow, perhaps eighteen years of age, who was sit- ting across the aisle, got up and crossed to where the unhappy woman was. Standing before'her, he raised his hat and made one of the most ex quisite bows I have ever seen. Then he asked permission to sit down be side her. The old woman was some what deaf, arid, sitting In the seat di rectly behind them, I could easily over-hear the conversation. "It is not as bad as the conductor says,"! I heard tim explain. "People oftenx get on the wrong train. I'm not very old, but have gotten on the wrong train twice myself. But I got home aU right. You'll get home aU right, I live at Scranton, and I know that In just about an hour after this THE WORLD GOES BY. By Ella M Smith. The night was warm and snltry, so I came down to watch the break of day. The sun was just peeping over the high hill. The sky was intensely blue, with here and there small fleecy clouds, which looked like bouquets plucked from the "gardens of the gods," cast down upon the children of men. Every leaf and blade of grass was covered with dew, which glittered and gleamed in the sunlight like myriads of diamonds. Blue birds and robins flew here and there. adding life and color to the scene. All nature was awake. A heavy cart went lumbering by, and the hours of toil and labor have begun. Here comes a workman, whose slow movements and rugged frame speak of the far-away fatherland. His companion has the dark eyes and sun-kissed: complexion of the land of romances and poetry. ' The sun climbs higher, and all the world is awake. Little children come forth- with shouts of laughter to their LENA'S STRANGE DINNER TARTY. By Flora Bess Martt. Lena's ninth birthday had arrived, and her brother and two cousins, by way of celebration, had before noon succeeded in making the little girl so miserable that she refused to eat, at 'the table with them. Nora was sym pathetic, and at Lena's request, had spread her dinner on a dry-goods box under the shed in the back yard. Here it was that Fluff, the cat, hav ing climbed down from her safe perch in the pear tree, found her seated on a three-legged stool eating from the box. Her small, brown toes were curled over the round of the stool and her slight, calico-clad figure had a dejected appearance. She ate slow ly and swallowed frequently; a tear rolled down and dropped on the but tered bread. Fluff put up a soft paw and caught at the hem of her dress. Instantly the child caught the cat up in her arms and sobbed out her woes, re gardless of the proximity of her din ner. "Those boys are horrid," she cried; I shan't ever speak to 'em again! I hate boys!" she declared, growing more tearfiul In ber self-pity. Just then Unele Joe came along. "Why, how's this, girlie?" he in quired, slipping his arm around her. Lena told him. "Now," he consoled her, "red hair is pretty, and all little girls who have freckles are sure to be beautiful when they grow up. Don't you let them think you care what they say." Lena looked at him doubtfully out of one big, blue eye, while she ap plied a freckled little fist to the other vigorously. "Did you make this bread?" sober? ly inquired Uncle Joe. "No, but I mashed the potatoes." He tasted them. "Why, pet, those potatoes can't be beat! You'll make a boss cook some day," he announced, gently pinching the rosy cheek, of the now smiling Lena. Her eyes followed him adoringly as he moved away. "Fluff," she whis pered, "ain't he the gran'eet man!" Western Christian Advocate. SECOND EDITION OF Ml RION BUTLKU S IUL EIGII SPEECH. Printed la PmcphlH Form Sent Postpaid or by lh press at 3 Onu a Copy. The first large edition of tta speech has been exhtuttt4. Ttt demand has continued to grtu that It has been necessary u print a second edition. Krry Republican who wants to tee ta party grow and win In the Suu as well as the Nation shot!! get up a club of at least tea or twenty for this speech and sa4 in his order right away. The speech quotes from tl Bragg Fraud Commission Report the facts which brand forever u false the charge which tit Democratic machine pollUciiu have been making agalnit the Repmbllcan party for forty yeirt to the effect that they were ri2- ty of issuing the carpet-big bonds and "looting the State." ' Mr. Butler stated In his ipeeck that every copy of that Bran ' Fraud Commission Report had been burned or destroyed, so tar as he knew, except the one eon ' which hs had. He qutes the facta to show that it waa lead-' Ing Democrats snd not RepofcU-' cans who were retponiiblt for 1 whet looting of the State wai done. ' The speech not only sets hi- tory straight for the first Use on this important matter, bet t ' also gives the records of both parties, and besides ptesentJ the ' great living Issues bow before ' the people In both State ai ' Nation. If a copy of this speech Is put In the hands of every to er in the State, it will seas the ' defeat el the Democratic b chine, which they so richly V serve, and which the fotere 9 growth and prosperity of the State demands. Now is the time to eMstribste sack literature while the peoplo can read and think. It wifl to ten times as much good sow si it will during the heat of s esa- psign. t The second edition li oi fast, so send In your orders at once. Address. t THE CAUCASIAN PUBLISH- INO COMPANY, Raleigh, N. C. ? A MODERN ATLAS FREE! Don't You Want a 1911 Edition of Hammond's Modern Atlaa of the World It U TO-DAT. The, yteto mwra bca mmn tron ntw drawtae. bttsd th, utcst tartj. u IT IKhua briUT, Oca t to tb sect complete d erfuUr edtUd erica t Ilk. tlx. corcrlag U. whoU Th. Lttarlmi U carefully crrtrt la Iz. to ot7 at slue. rUUT. tajwrteaSTot pUeo. BUI"" bovm ud Bvned and alocst rrcrr airraid station aad pest-oac b -imfl W.rvk d"U J7 "f naay wettou t tato eaontrr and f will. th. otter CUte aad tir . oatrte. ar. aaawa datf. PMrc. aad arV.alfom la ftyto. f5Ht ALPHABET! CAUL, ARRANGED NTCX OF COUNTIES (or ZTZZt. tT ,0" -"h"t Unl!" 1910 Census of the United States wttli the ew populatlo. flcana f all State.. T.rrltorita, amntUj ad tha Drlaeloal elUe. Aa X&uB lUT ter on th. Paaama Caaal s1t a dtUlled deacrlpttaa .f this rWtSSrSi? lEh m U eoor. M,.r TSgS? be-uad U d cloth. it. w"Urii U.,'L10 JZlT'li?" Tour .honld d to th. r for row suDscriDers oeeanss w are cartiv . a. " .T ' : .w. W4" -TZ.-e M th rti.ix to an onr mmt t i TT wwasas, and ars gmng u try f K"n";rTM,w thonld bats a mod Atlas. P-ery W ,j tor ,,0..,or rTr, T uwSSuTSi ZZftTXEVSZ THE CAUCASIAN, Raleigh, N.
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