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f &g Eight. THE CAUOASXAir v-- - - - - - mm "43&m(( . whs n Jrr a-- -fr yry : AUTUMN. Havy with !. I the old farraitead; Th windfall of orcJirJ i mellow; The reen of the um tree is hot with red, Th poplar I uprlnkied with yellow. SiiiCffUh the nake and leafy the stream; The fild-mou i fat in hi burrow; Sun-up seta million tf dewdropa aleam Where the late craaa la crown In the fur row. Oh. the amell of the fennel la autumn' own breath. And the sumac Is dyed in her blood; The cbarr of the jocuat is what her voice d ?hehcricvet i. one with her mood. soft are her arms as soft-seeded grass. i The biue-beiis at dawn are her . And slow as slow winds her feet as they pass Her bees and her butterflies. xnd when I grow ..ck at man', sorrow and crime. At the pain on pale womanly faces a r i n T v r i n a t x rr i rvci t lac ai l-luivu v time. At all that brings grief or aeoaaes. I thank God the world is as wide as it la, That 'tis iwttt still to hope and remem ber; That for him who will seek them, the val leys are his And the far quiet hills of September. John Charles McNeill. A LITTLE BOY'S STORY. "The baby did it. Everybody says so, and baby doesn't deny it. Shef only tucks her fingers in her mouth and says, 'Goo!' Now, when baby says Goo!' she means 'Yes every time. "Every one else had tried. Least ways papa had brushed his eoat and gone through our new neighbor's tall, iron front gates. He came back be fore we'd begun to look for him. And he didn't want to talk 'bout his call. "Then mamma tried. Now mamma has a way of making us men papa and me do Just whatever she wants j us to. vvunout mating any about it, either. But the new neigh-! bor was .gruff an' ungen lemanly to mamma, and I wanted to go over and A . t a a f 1 1 . t f 1 . i. BO T A. settle 11 out wun nim, ngnt 011. uui if I am 'most a man, I'm only but six years old, an' he's prob-ly Well, I thought I'd wait awhile and grow some more. "Sister Nellie just loves that beau tiful old garden of his, and 'fore he bought it she used to take her sums and sewing over there and and her pet friend, Edna Long on the long, sunny afternoons. Now, Sister Nel lie just happened to be standing un der our old black cherry tree when he came to give orders to his man about the garden fence. "First, he didn't see Nellie. When he did she bowed a little, and begged his pardon, and told him how glad she was that his beautiful big place was next to our plain little one 'cause 'twas such a pleasure to look at it. "Our new neighbor stared at Nel lie. Then he said 'Good morning!' very loud and hard, as if he were driving nails with his voice. And he went right on giving orders to make the fence very tight and high. "Nellie came in to mamma and baby and me. There were tears in her eyes. I saw 'em, and they shone. 'The new neighbor is a bear!' she said. 'I didn't suppose really, I didn't quite suppose that he'd be so kind as to let me go in there as I ; used to: but the fence is to be twelve feet high and there isn't going to be a gate through from our place. Just 1$ink of it! .The old bear!' " 'Dearest!' said mamma. But I could see that mamma felt quite as badly as Nellie did. "Now, since I'm such a big, strap ping fellow six years old a whole month ago I noticed that mamma do something. I was just thinking how nice it was that my birthday came before our new neighbor did; and how kind the old caretaker William, his name was used to be. " 'Your birthday, Master Rodney, your birthday! And six whole years'.! My! And a party to a boy and a girl for each year. Your mother's a keen woman to think of that for you!' And what do you suppose Wil liam did for the party? Why, he brought the litle gray-nosed donkey in from the stable, and he let us all take a turn riding him. " 'Course William had to lead Bronce, 'cause he said If we rode' alone he might kick up and throw us head over heels, you know. Wasn't it nice of William. 'Most makes me sigh to think he's gone. Our new neighbor won't have, any of the old people about the place, 'cause he's 'fraid they'll make friends with folks and let them do things. He doesn't like folks and and he Just oan't bear bo;jre William told me 'fore he went. And he said I'd better not goM 'round. "But when you're six years old and the only boy in the house, and your father's busy why, you just have to do things. -o when the big fence was most finished and I saw for sure, that there wasn't going to be any gate through, and it made our place look so teeny-weeny, why, I felt sorry for Sister Nellie and mamma, 'cause they couldn't even look in. I don't mind, 'cause we're got one tree, you know the old black cherry tree. I can climb that and look orer every minute of the day, if I want to. "So I just thought and thought. After a good while I whispered some thing to baby and asked If she'd do it. She just blinked her pretty eyes and said 'Goo!' "So I Jrew thatpart km fixed. stand us. Then I ent over to Teddy's house! I do not know how long I lay there and whistled for Ted. He's my 'thinking of man's inhumanity to friend. When Teddy came out I ask-j dogs. I know I fell asleep, and from ed him if he'd lend me Bungo, his my sleep was sharply aroused by the brindled bull-dog. And ftold him all j sound of breaking glass. Looking about it. And Teddy said that if I let him come over and sit In the black cherry tree he'd let me have Bungo. I "You see, Bungo loves baby. He! won'( jet any stranger touch baby ! hen he's 'round. He Just makes ; himself her Guard of Honor, papa j i "So that very afternoon I had baby out in the back yard. Bungo j was ihere and Teddy was up in the . for ' - - - - - - our new neighbor to wake up from P viw uut w orders 'bout the fence. I spoke to the man who was building the fence and said that I had an errand inside, and that I wouldn't hurt anything. He said I'd better be careful, 'cause the gentleman was 'specially rough on boys. "I said I'd be careful, and I went to one of tne flower Deds that hadn't aay plants in yet, and I spread down the baby's fur rug and her pretty white afghan on top of it. Then I carried baby over and set her in the middle of it, and said to her: ' ' 'I'm leaving it all to you, babe.' "She winked up at me and said 'Goo!' very hard. And I ran away, 'cause I heard the door ojen. And I went and untied BungQ and neld nim by the collar, and stood where we could see, but nobody could see us. "I just wish you could've looked at Qur neighbor then. He was s.prised Then He wag gcared He looked all ,round and gaid tnings BungQ pul. ,ed at hig collai but j paUed hig head and held Qn j was u gcar. w ed, too; but I knew Bungo. He's and awful holder on. And he's quick too. My! how quick he is! " 'Johnson!' called the new neigh bor, 'is that your child?' Just as if Johnson's baby could be as nice as ours! And Johnson took off his hat and straightened up. " 'It belongs over there,' he said. " 'I say, what's it doing here?' he shouted. "And then was when baby did it. She kicked up her little pink toes and shook her little pink fists and said 'Goo! "And somehow he understood. "Then I went in, holding Bungo by the collar, and Teddy climbed down out of the tree. And we both took off our hats. The neighbor scowled and looked at Bungo. Then he said, 'Boys, what does this mean?' " 'Just only that we want to be friends,' I told him. "He looked at Bungo and he smiled a truly smile! But this is what he said: 'And you want to run over my premises and ruin my gar den.' " 'No, sir,' I said. 'We only want to show you that we've got something a lot nicer 'n you have, and that if you,n make a wire gate go tnat we can look through at your flowers, we'll let you look through and see our baby she's in the yard a lot. "And he did a great big wide gate. Sometimes it's open and 'flow ers come through to mamma. And papa and tire new neighbor talk to gether 'bout flosophy and books. And he's been twice to our church and heard papa preach 'cause he says that the father of such a boy must have something to say worth hearing. And I told him when he'd said it two times that he'd made a mis take, baby isn't a boy! And he laughed again. "So you see, baby did it." New York Advocate. A TRAMP WHO WAS A HERO. I was curled up on one cold after noon trying to catch a fragment of much needed sleep and to keep warm at the same time. That particular spot was made half-way comfortable by the piping- under the pavement. You .see, I was what they call a "tramp" dog. I confess I had no home, but that was no fault of mine. I had a master once and a comfort able home, and I was happy. But master was one day called away on a long jonrney, and made provision for my lodging at a neighbor's whom I knew from the start I could not suc ceed in pleasing. In less than a week he had nailed up the door of my kennel, and shut off my source of supplies. I took the hint and deported myself, spurred on by the growing pangs of hunger. As I lay there huddled up that cold December afternoon I wondered hdw long this fast was going to last. Memory of my few months of happi ness when I was at home and knew how fresh meat and clean table-leavings tasted, and received encouraging words and gentle pattings, all this had faded through the loneliness and misery of trampdom. If I could only prove my' right to lire, to a -home, Co kind treatment and a place in some child's heart! I had made advances enough, only to have my good intentions misinter preted. I had gone so far as to one day pick up a scarf a child had let t slip from her shoulders, and proceed- , j ed to restore the same, bat before I could do to half a dozen pedestrians I were chasing me across the street, I and la the shufie the sicarf was ruin- ; ed by the feet of one of my pursuers, i The child burst Into tears, and 1m- i precauors lonowea me, even iar up i i th alter. That aort of thine had completely discouraged me, and I concluded that dogs understand men a great deal better than they under- around, I caught sight of a man thrusting his arm through a hole in the window of the jewelry store near by. No one was passing, and it was plain the burglar was succeeding In his work I knew what it all meant. I leaped to my feet, ana as the fel- i0w turned to run I was at his heels, , barking furiously. He cursed me and kicked at me but that only made me more determined. He darted into a dark alley, I being close behind. . .. . . . . . On through the length of the nar- row way he ran. By the time he emerged into the next thoroughfare, where he hoped to have some chance of mingling in the holiday throng, he found me close upon him. My Gatllng-gun bark finally attracted the attention of passers-by. They sur- mised the situation and joined In the chase. I gave way to no one, and when at last a big policeman nabbed the fleeing man and brought him to a standstill, I had him by the trousers-leg. "It's no use, gentlemen," he said with the short breath he had left. "If it hadn't been for that dog and his yelp I'd have got away. He's worth more than the whole bunch of you." Well, there the lane turned and I snm Intn mv nxirn TVi I n ca Vi Dnnon. ed so quickly after that. I really lost track. Mr. Williams, the jeweler, actually took me, dirty as I was and steaming from exertion, and carried me into the store. There I met his , c, dlc ,slllufB' wife and the sweetest little girl I had makes us blind and deaf to those ever seen. I was the hero of the tnlngs wnich we Bnould not 8ee and nour hear. The very fact of our family In- When finally it came time to close timacv and love ouSht to work for the store, visions of dark alleys and this instead of acting, as it does, to cold retreats came back with double make us more observant, even watch force after this little taste of heaven, ful and critical, than we are with but, to my astonishment, I was bun- strangers. died up and actually carried out to Half of tne troubles that mar the the waiting automobile, and away we serenity of home are caused by trifles sped. i that a generous mind could overlook. "Listen!" said the sweet little girl,' If we could but school ourselves to laughing shaking her finger in my in- be blind and deaf to a great deal, quiring face: "Just as soon as we life would be much easier and get home I'm going to tie a pretty smoother. pink ribbon about your neck, and you Mothers especially, with the con are going to be my playmate forever stant need for correction and reproof, and forever. And how does that that Johnny's manners and Jennie's suit you?" j habits may be reasonably good, eas- I suppose in answer I embarrassed ily form a habit that is only one re them all, for I barked all the way move from nagging. And it is only home, and danced about so that my too easy to slip from the one into the mistress could hardly keep my wrap ! other. A woman's life is made up of about me. My day of grace had be-! details; Johnny must wash his neck gun. E. Robb Zaring, in Our Dumb Animals. SWEETHEART'S PIECE. For the first time in his life Jack was going to speak in the school. His teacher had asked him to learn some verses, and recite them Friday after noon; and as this was his first year in school, and as he thought he shouldn't enjoy speaking in public, it made quite an event for Jack. Jack had chosen to learn a verse that often had been read to him by his mamma, called "Little Albert." It was in a little poem about a small boy who was afraid to go to sleep in the dark. (It is hard to believe such a story of a boy, but it's true, I sup pose.) Friday came at last, and aj a favor from Miss Rich, his teacher, Jack was permitted to invite his little sister,?. . . , . , tt. c A. . A . x. , 'Uous blindness toward their faults to see, perhaps, like "little Jack Hor- a Petic appreciation of ner," what a 'great boy" he was get-' any effrt' hoiwever 8nall. that may ting to be 1 8 rrtby w11 go a loS way toward "Now, Sweetheart," said Jack as" making home happy for our children they trotted along, "you must sit;, That quality of life which the old very still, and fold your hands, andr lady ePressed br the word ' livable be sure you don't talk aloud." j beaming with joy at the idea of go-i ing -into a real school. "I'll be a, bery nice 'ittle girl, 'cause Miss Wich wouldn't like me if I wasn't." , u Jack felt proud as he escorted his, little sister into the school-room, for arrayed as she was in a dainty mus lin frock, with pink ribbons, she look ed ljke a great handsome dolly, with her blue eyes and flaxy curls. But when school opened and the exercises began, Jack grew flushed with excitement, almost dreading to have his turn come; but before it came, the teacher, who wished to be polite to her little gijest, asked Sweet heart if she would not like to say a piece. Sweetheart nodded "yes," and skipping forward to the place where the children had stood who had spok en, she proudly said "Little Albert" as well as such a small person could say it they very piece she had come to hear her big brother recite. It was something like this that Sweetheart said: t " 'Ittle La'lbert'a muzzer put him In? him's bed, i Kissed the pltty ylnslets on him's pit ty head; . And 'ittle I-albert's muzzer said: 'An gels -watch vri' keep ! Over 'ittle L'albert while 'ittle L'al- bert goes arsleeptn'." k v .. Poor little Jack he looked so sur prised, and bo "mad," too. Yes, he looked qmite angry, and if he hadn't tM?n such a plucky little man I think be would bare cried. Sweetheart fia- ished with a Eouriih, and a beautiful lashed with a Sourish and a beautiful bow. too. And then she danced back to her seat looking well satisfied, Jack's turn came the very next. ana ne got up au aisappoiniea ion crest-fallen, and went to his place. and said "Little Albert' all over again, for you see he nerer liked to learn verses, and did not knDw any others. This is the way Jack said the verse: "Little Albert's mother tucked him close la bed, Kissing the shining ringlets on his curly head, And she said: 'Good angels loving watch will keep Over little Albert while he goes to sleep." . And when he had hurried Sweet- heart home, and told the whole mls- . , erable story to mamma, who, strange- ly enough, grew rosy red and kept wiping away what looked like real tears. Jack turned to his little sister. and said sternly: "Well, Sweetheart, I don't believe I'll take you to school with me again, for you didn't treat me very well. But," he added, laugh- ing out suddenly, "I don't believe the children, .any of them, guessed what you said, for you didn't say a quarter of your words plain!" And the children didn't guess, though perhaps it was different with Miss Rich. Children's Magazine, OUU NEED OP A FIXER OOUR TESr. ghall read something llk tnis. Blessed are those who, having ears, hear not, and having eyes, see not. Such a sentiment, printed In display type and hung within plain view. w,ould add the paTce and harP"ny of many a home. We see too much, hear too much. Wre need in our homes more of that fine courtesy and Jennie must brush her teeth, and however much we may weary of the daily routine, we must stay with it. But the very fact that our life is so filled with apparently trivial tasks makes it the more necessary that we cultivate breadth of vision, and that these tasks, which must not be for gotten, shall be kept in their right re lation to the other interests of life. 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