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THB-iSTAR . IN
The world lias 'lost its old content:,
With girded Joins and nervous hands
The age-lcwds 011; her sharp .commands
'Kin? o:ct;ilains and table lands
Of tnjti'Witle .watered, continent.
WhaaiJthe hot in spirit ble$t?
Th m&t fn 'spiiH .w'lh; their own;-'. '
Haj-k to the war's ihrill bugles blown!
Lopk to the rippling .banner thrown.
.Aifd streaming in the west!
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By CLAUDE
FROM THE FRENCH BY
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S Jacques put the horse to
lik rivf hc rtificfttr cot1
ZV "Vatin will give you sixty
r. francs for the calf, under
pin. Ir stand. Take cave you don't
"No fear of that," replied Jacques
-confidently, as he tied the calf fast
and started on 'his three leagues' jour
ney from Etrieourt.. for St. Quentin.
Arrived at the city he went straight to
the butcher Vatin, delivered the calf
-and received the stipulated sixty
francs. As he drove away he noticed
that the clock indicated a quarter to
, nine, and said, to himself that he would
'casi!yget back to the farm by dinner
time. He drove slowly along the street,,
peei'ing "into- the shop windows. One
Ttvhifh bore the sign, "Vinsse Soeurs,
"Modistes," attracted him ''eo strongly
that he drew, up to the curb and halted
to least his eyes on the marvels dis
played in the window. There were
.hats and bonnets of wonderful com
plexity and riotous colors, and ribbons
of rich velvet and glittering satin.
What especially aroused his admira
tion was a big straw hat, patriotically
adorned with blue-bottles, daisies and'
poppies and broad green; ribbons. He
dismounted and stood before.-the win
dow, with his eyes and 'mouth 'wide
open. Some day; he thought, he might
be able to buy such a hat for Clemen
tine. Ills mouth expanded into a broad
smile as he conjured up the picture of
her pretty face framed in this work of
.art, and. thought'' how, pleased' she
iwould be to receive such a gift from
him. ' ' Clementine- and he- were, em
ployed on the same farmland, if not
.yet declared lovers, were in a fair, way
of becoming such. His revery was
rudeiy interrupted by the pressure of
a heavy hand on his shoulder. He
turned and saw his old comrade, Ze
phyrin, and several other people, men
and women, who had stopped and were
laughing nt his astonishment.
'I didn't know yon with that thing
on,-' said Jacques, pointing to the oth
er's high hat. Then his eyes wandered
over the company. . The men wore
high hats- and frock coats or dress
. -coats qf .various vintages; the women
had m ilk , dresses and shawls em-
, hroldered with flowers.
One girl was dressed entirely . In
-white and wore a wreath of orange
.blossoms and-a voluminous vei.l.
. "A wedding party?" said Jacques.
"Yes, and I am' the bridegroom."--responded
Zephyrin with a laugh.
" "''Come with us. 'We are going to lunch--eou."
Jacques declined, saying that
- he must be home by noon. - Zephyrin
.iusisted.
"But I can't go like this," said
Jacques, pointing to. his rough blouse
and -''great shoes. Then the bridegroom
became angry. But sfill Jacques shook
bis head. Then the bride, a plump and
vivacious little woman, told her hus
band that he ought not to insist, as
the gentleman evidently did -not find
the society to his liking. This decided
Jacques and he accepted the invita
tion. The bridal procession resumed
its march; Jacques .following with his
arr. On the way Zephyrin told his
mothcr-in-'aw why he had insisted on
- Jacques joining' them-'.
' "The cart will be' handy if any of us
get tired."' The' bridegroom's . happy
idea was received with approval' by"
all. , ,. . .
, .
The stars wl?re -shining. It was 'mid
night. No round was heard in" the
deserted street except the noisy rattling'
of the cart over the stonejr.ivJacqtres-l
steered a devious course out of the
city., He muttered !ncoherent words,
Xte most frequent of which yrere: "The
liloLITiOfiS OF JfiCOUES,
THE WEST.
Who says the meek inherit here?
' The earth is theirs whose hands are strong.
Work for the night comes, art is long, ;
Onward the keen, stern faces throng,..
Quick-eyed, intent, sincere.
Our life has lost its ancient rest, '
The pale blue flower of peace- that grows
By the cottage wall and garden close".
StaHn the east, ah, whither goes
This star that leads west? '
... Arthur Colton, in the Atlantic.
COUTURJER.
LAWRENCE B. FLETCHER.
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calf!" Then he' felt his leather nurse
(and swore. Only 20 of the GO francs
remained. v He was quite sure, for
he had counted the money several
times by the light of his lantern. It
was an easy sum to count, for the purse
contained just one 20-franc piece.
This is how it came about. After
luncheon he had been for going home.
A few hours late, what was that? He
could explain it and the master was
good-humored. But taking a whole
day off was a very different matter.
He must go home. His companions
urged him to stay, the ladies employed
theirimost seductive arts, and finally
the. bridegroom brought forward a
very plausible argument. The party
was going out to Estrees on the Etri
court road. To accompany it to that
ppint would not delay Jacques greatly
and then he could go on his way.
J2eques yielded. At Estrees they found
a village festival in progress.
The wine' had circulated freely , at
luncheon and on the way out, so that
Jacques was in no humor, to refuse to
dance .;a'.quadrllle. After the quadrille
came a polka, which a lady of his
party begged him to dance with her.
Then he danced, a waltz and more
waltzes and more polkas. .Dancing is
thhrsty work. and after each dance the
thirst was allayed partially. Jacques
forgot alLabout going home and spent
the, whole day at Estrees. He also
spent, very soon, what little money he
had of his own, and then he began on
his master's. The money went rapidly.
At sunset the wedding party packed it
self in to "the" cart and returned to the
city, laughing and singing- Jacques
drew a long sigh as he passed the mil
liner's shop and saw the gorgeous bonnet-again.
Yielding to a1 sudden im
pulse, he stopped the horse, handed
the reins to the bridegroom and rushed
into the shop. When he came out he
had a big paper parcel in his hands and
twenty francs less in his purse. lie
stood his companion's railery with good
humor, but at dinner, which was the
next event on the programme, he drank
recklessly to drown his remorse. When
the party broke up his companions had
to help him Into the cart.
Hence, as has been said, he found
himself driving homeward at midnight
in a very cloudy frame of mind. As
he drove on the weather became
cloudy, too. The stars vanished, the
wind blew and presently the rain fell
in torrents. ' Jacques had become
slightly sobered and thoroughly wretch
ed. Every few minutes he started at
what seemed the plaintive ci'y, of the
calf lying bound behind him as in the
morning. He turned and saw only the
flamboyant' hat. Then he thought of
his almost empty purse and 'trembled
at his master's wrath. With unsteady
hands he drew the. purse from his
pocket, took out the lonely gold piece
and stared at it vacantly. The wheel
struck a stone and the coin slipped
Ivom his fingers and fell into the gut
ter, lie dismounted, thrust his arm
in the mud and groped for the treasure
in vain. A gust extinguished his lan
tern and left him in darkness. "lie be
came panic stricken. ' lie foresaw dis
grace, arrest, imprisonment. Even
Clementine would turn from him. He
had just crossed thebridge ,whn lw
stopped. lie would end it all. With
a' last vow to ClementUio on his lips
Jig rushed to the canal and leaped into
its waters. .. . . , , , . ;
'-' Clementine, knowing that Jacques
ought to have been back by" noon, had
been worrying about him for the last
twelve-hours. -" What could 'have hap
pened? The dread of accident alter
nated with another disquieting thought.
There were plenty of pretty girls in tho
city; Perhaps Jacques had , been en
snared by one of them, .He went to the
market every Saturday. Very likely
he had a sweetheart in St. Quentin.
Then. her jealousy would vanish and
her anxious fears return.
- At supper the farmer noticed that
Jacques was absent. He went to the
stable and found that the horse and
cart were missing also. Coming back
with a black scowl on his face he swore
a round oath and cried:
"The scoundrel ..has bolted with the
money." .There was a profound si
lence. Everybody knew of the attach
ment between Jacques and Clemen
tine. The poor girl cowered in a cor
ner, hoping to escape notice, but the
farmer spied her and sneered: "So your
lover is a thief." These cruel words
haunted her after she had crept to her
garret over the stable. Jealous though
she was, she could not believe them.
Jacques was honest, she was sure, even
if he were unfaithful. She tossed un
easily on her pallet until the clock
struck eleven. Then she got up and
dressed. She would go in search of.
Jacques. She would bring him back,
alive or dead. Slipping away noise
lessly to the road, she went in the di
rection of St. Quentin. Her pace soda
slackened toa walk, but she plodded
on, mile after mile, resolved to go all
the way to the city If necessary. She
kept on through the furious . storm
which soon burst upon her, straining
her eyes to see the dreadful thing
which she now regarded as a certainty,
Jacques lying by the roadside, bound
and gagged, bleeding, dead perhaps.
But she saw nothing until, her weary
limbs had carried her to the bridge,
where she came upon the empty cart,
with the horse asleep between the
shafts. Climbing into the cart, she
peered and groped . about' until she
found the woman's hat. Ah, her jeal
ousy had not been unfounded then, and
she had come this weary way only to
make certain her lover's treason. The
long hours she had passed in anguish
he had spent in the society of his city
sweetheart.
, An Indistinct sound, coming from un
der the bridge,' startled her and intensi
fied her jealous anger. They were
under the arch, on the towpath where
Jacques had stolen his first kiss! She
sprang from the cart and ran down
the bank. As she did so a sharp, de
spairing cry for help. came from a little
clump of bushes by the water's edge.
It was Jacques' voice! She ran to the
spot and found him half buried in mud,
water and tangled grass, battling for
life. . Clementine waded out, to him,
and after much effort succeeded in dis
entangling him and bringing him
ashore. They fell into each other's
arms with exclamations of "Jacques!"
"Clementine!"
She thought no more of the tell-tale
bonnet, and he had forgotten his ihefr.
But when the first flush cf the joy of
meeting, and of rescuing and being res
cued, had passed, Clementiue asked:
"How did it happen? "And the
woman? Where is she?"
Jacques did not answer. The only
effect of her questions had been 'to re
call him to reality, to his crime and
coming disgrace. "And the hat!" Clem
entine persisted. "Whose is it?"
Jacques stood stupidly wagging his
head. At last he exclaimed:
"I have eaten the calf!"
"What?" she asked, staring at him.
; 'I have eaten the calf !" he repeated.
"He has gone crazy!" thought Clem
entine. Taking his arm she helped
him up. the bank and into the cart,
placed herself beside'him and began to
drive homeward. Jacques continued
to mutter: "I have eaten the calf!" in
a voice which grew weaker with each
repetition. Soan his head drooped for
ward aud he fell asleep. Clementine
seized the opportunity to take up the
fatal bonnet and examine it. She a!
most screamed with surprise and joy
when she read on the wrapper: "Made
moiselle Clementine Sarrou, Etri
court." Now fhe undei'Stood everything.
Jacques had stolen, but for her. How
could she refuse to pardon him. espe
cially as he had so soon repented to
the point of suicide? She drew from
her pocket the little purse that con
tained all her savings, and, shaking
the sleeper vigorously and laughing
through her tears, cried:
"Jacques! Jacques! Wake up! The
calf has come to life again!" New
York Globe..
1 ' KpHph to a Hone.
Over the grave of a horse in a pri
vate garden, near Westminster Abbey,
is a stone engraved with this quota
tion from the Psalms: "Thou, Lord,
shalt save both man and beast"
SCIENCE NOTES.
SIgnor Melcotti, an Italian, has In
vented an instrument which he calls
the telecryptograph, and which sends
or records telegraph . messages in
print, which are sent over ordinary
telephone wires.
The council of the Royal Society of
Edinburgh at its recent meeting de
cided to award Sir James Dewar, F. R.
S., the Gunning Victoria Jubilee prize
for 1900-4 for his researches on the
liquefaction of gases extending over
the last quarter of a century, and on
the chemical and , physical properties
of substances at low temperatures.
The London Times reports that an
aerbgram was transmitted from the
station at Poldhu, Cornwall, to a sta
tion "of the Italian government at An
cona, Italy, traveling over 1000 miles
and almost entirely overland. In or
der to reach their destination the eth
er waves had to pass over nearly . the
whole of France and a considerable
part of Italy, including some of the
highest mountains of the Alps.
Father Ricardo, director of the met
eorological observatory at Santa
Clara college, near San Jose, Cal., has
discovered three large spots on the
sun, one of them larger than the earth
and the other two of still' greater mag
nitude. The larger of the spots is a
slight distance below the sun's equator
and the two smaller ones some de
grees above it. One of the small
spots appeared to grow in size, and the
discoverer believes that they will still
further increase.
.The artillery forces at Fort Riley
are experimenting with a new shell,
fitted with what is known as the
Semple tracer. This tracer Is a small
cylinder at the base of the shell, filled
with a composition which is ignited by
the discharge of the gun. In burning
it traces the trajectory of the shell
from the gun to the point of fall. It
furnishes a quick means of determin
ing range at night. Traveling at about
two thousand feet a second, the shells
have the appearance of comets. At
Ve point of the fall the tracer leaves
the shell and shoots straight up into
the air about one hundred feet, and
then, turning all aglare, shoots to the
ground like a shooting star over the
spot where the shell strikes.
The wonderful target practice of the
British navy, forty-nine percent hits
(which has since been beaten two
points by our Atlantic squadron in
quarterly practice) is said to be large
ly creditable to a mechanical con
trivance invented by Captain Scott of
the British navy, called a "dotter," by
which a small paper target drawn to
a scale, is caused to move in front of
a gun with a' combined vertical and
horizontal movement. While the tar
get is in motion the gun pointer en
deavors to train the gun so as to keep
the cross wires of his telescope on the
target. Whenever the cross wires are
"on" an electric connection causes a
pencil to make a dot on the target, the
dot representing a real shot on a real
target at one thousand yards. Thus
the men are accustomed to train the
guns under the disturbing conditions
of a ship in a seaway.
Salt an Extra in India.
"In India," said the tourist, putting
down the salt cruet, "in India your
restaurateur would charge you six
pence for a serving of salt like this."
"Isn't the salt thrown in? Don't
ycu get it for nothing?"
"Not In India. You order your salt
there the same as you would order a
chop or a potato, and you are charged
for it on the bill. It seems funny to
see this charge, 'Salt, so much.'
"Salt is costly in India on account
of the enormous salt tax that the
English government levies. In con
sequence the people are carefvl of the
salt oyer there.. They don't waste a
grain of it" Baltimore Herald.
According to the' Church Missionary
Gleaner, the Christians in Japan num
ber 140.S06 V
Vermont Record Black Bear.
Probably the. largest black bear
killed In Vermont in the past twenty
years was the one shot by David Se
nior of Warren on Granby' mountain.
The carcass weighed 423 pounds. Mr.
Semor refused an offer of $55 for the
skin and there is talk of introducing
a bill into the legislature authorizing
the purchase of the hide with a view
to mounting it as a permanent exhibit
at U-e state Lcuse.
TTndljrnlflexl Way of AtTrertUiner. .
There is a common and unpleasant'
practice on the part of certain small !;
tradesmen of hiring newsdealers to
Insert business circulars between ttuV
leaves of the daily papers sold In their ;
neighborhoods. They are thus enabled
to reach possible customers without ad
vertising in those papers and without
use of the mails.
This may be. shrewd business. In
one sense, but it is undignified and un
derhand to sneak one's goods into a
house under false pretenses. And it
is an Irritation to the reader to have
to shake out half a dozen sheets, vary
ing from the size of an ash barrel
dodger to full pages, before he can. g-et
at the news for which he bought the
paper.
If he is one of the greedy readers,
whose appetite is satisfied with noth
ing less than half a dozen papers, his
office or parlor floor is well littered
with those intruding advertisements .
before he is through with-his reading.
Buyers might do something to check
this business if they would signify to
the news venders that they prefer
newspapers to circulars, and require
their papers "straight." Brooklyn
Eagle.
The Openlngr of the Season. .
"A young man entered his employer's
office with nervous steps autl downcast
mien., "I regret to inform you, sir,'r
he faltered, "that a near relative of
mine departed this life yecterday morn
ing, and the rick-off I mean the fu
neral, sir," he hastily added, stammer
ing over the frightful mistake "will
take place this afternoon at '3 o'clock
precisely. May I absent myself fx'om
the office-for an hour or -two, to pay
my last respects to the dear departed?"
"Certainly, Brown certainly!" ex
claimed the generous employer, in -an
unusually enthusiasiic tony of voice.
"And, by the way,"- lie added, "there
will be another regretful ceremony at
the end of the Aveek. Business is dead
at any rate, as far as you are con
cernedand the kick-off I beg your
pardon, I also mean the funeral will
take place at the moment you have
drawn your salary. There is no ne
cessity for me to mention the ume of
the dear departed in thh case, I be
lieve," he finally 'said, , as poor Brown
sadly, sne.aked away. Birmingham
(England) Post.
DeatH of an Exile.
Miss Eliza Bayne died in the Lyon
County, Kansas, poorhouse the other
day. She came to America more than
forty years ago from France. She was
highly educated and intelligent. Her
destiuation was Kansas City, where a
half-brother had lived and died, and
she was' in quest of certain moneys
which she had intrusted to .the' half
brother's care. During the fifteen
years Miss Bayne lived in Emporia she
kept about her person a silk I'rencli
flag in which she desired to bo buried
and in which .she was buried. After
her death S30 were found sewed in the
seam of her dress.' The poor old soul
had been hoarding the money for years
in order that she might not be buried
as a pauper. New York News.
Insulted Her Jack.
'According t an English actress there
was once a fishmonger in a provincial
town who had a fit of stage mania, so
he studied, and went to the Sheffield
Theatre stage to play .n Shakespearean
drama. His "mother, a rustic, much
against her better judgment, went to
that ungodly place a playhouse. All
went well till Polonius said: "Do you
know me, my lord?"
"Excellent well," replied Hamlet.
"You are a fishmonger.""
That was enough Tor the mother.
She arose and shouldered her way out,
exclaiming loudly: "Let me get out!
Let me get out! I knew they'd insult
our Jack!" New York News.
Imprisoned Koyalties.
France detains as prisoners of State
in Algeria both the Emperor of Annatn
and the Queen of Madagascar, while in
Martinique she keeps imprisoned the
King of Dahomey. King Prempeh of
Ashanti, along with his numerous
wives, the queen mother and his chil
dren are prisoners of Great Britain on
the Seychelles Islands. The savage
King of Benin' has taken the place of
the great Napoleon as another of Eng
land's royal captives on the Island of
St. Helena, 'and in addition'' to these
two African potentates Great . Britain
has several Indian rnlers under deten
tion since the loss of their thrones.
All Japanese Are Ganlenera.
- Japan is a nation of gardeners.
Every man, woman and child is pas-'
sionately fond of flowers. Gardening
is a religion.
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